The God Of Love - The Dance Of Love (on Wattpad) Https://my.w.tt/K3ZYD77Mw6 Alright....this Is My First

The god of Love - The Dance of Love (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/K3ZYD77Mw6 Alright....this is my first story...I have taken ideas from a lot of writers on fanfiction and wattpad...I can't name them all....Requests open...Don't know frequently I will update....This is after Spider - man far from home.....Hope you enjoy!

Favorite trope: academic rivals to lovers

Kinks: temperature play, knives, "rope" play (or his tie or scarf 😏)

Hot and Cold 

18+

God this is hottt afffff!! Yes Yes Yes to alll of thissss. 

Warnings: Very sexy smut, dom Bucky, lots of fluff cause he might be a dick but he melts apart for his girl. Temperature place, knife play, he’s a menace, his tie is a menace 

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You were seething, glaring at at the tall brunette as he delivered his counter argument within record time, your professor declaring their team the winners of the debate. You huffed, packing you bags, the hairs on your neck standing up when you heard footsteps approaching you, his perfect polished shoes coming into your vision. 

“What’s wrong cupcake?” He smirked down at you while you rolled your eyes, stuffing your pens and books into your bag. You decided to ignore him, hoping he’d shut up and walk away but when had you ever so lucky. You looked up to meet his icy blue eyes, a cocky smug expression his face, your annoyance fueling his ego. 

Fuck him. 

“Can’t take a little competition?” He sassed, while you turned on your heel to face him, unable to keep your mouth shut. 

“Don’t call me that” You hissed, wanting to smack his pursued lips off his face, “And it’s not competition when you deliver a weak argument mere seconds before class ends” 

“Weak?” Bucky scoffed, shaking his head while you continued out of the lecture hall, grumbling to yourself as he followed you, “I’m sorry, so Professor Stark must have been mistaken when he said you lost, in fact he must have misheard the whole debate since your team did so much better” 

“You got lucky, there wasn’t anything impressive or revolutionary with what you said and we would have given you a rebuttal if class hadn’t ended. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d rather lick a city bus than continue speaking to you” You stormed off to the bus stop, your heels clicking on the pavement as you walked away. 

Bucky snorted, rolling his eyes, pulling his car keys out of his pocket and walking away to his car. Your eyes shot up at the obnoxious rev of an engine as his Audi r8 sped out of the parking lot, your skirt nearly flying up as he drove by. 

Asshole. 

As soon as you found a seat on the bus, you closed your eyes, letting out the breath you had been holding. 

James Buchanan Barnes.

The absolute bane of your existence. 

You were both finishing your final year in Law; he was your number one rival in the three years you knew him. There had been tension between you both from day 1. The both of you top of your classes, always finding ways to counter the others argument, finding ways to prove each other wrong, each trying to take over the other. You’d both compete for internships and work opportunities in an effort to prove who who truly more gifted. 

What frustrated you more was you’d often both get hired for the job, given your combined impressive skill sets and work ethic. The problem was it only fueled your rivalry more, leading to heated disagreements at work, as if school alone wasn’t enough. 

You found James to be an arrogant, self-centered, egotistical. 

Likewise, he found you to be stubborn, frustrating, vain. 

There was absolutely no middle ground with you both, constantly at each other throats, ready to pounce. 

You had managed to avoid Bucky for a while after the last class, grateful for midterms that had started meaning there were fewer debates taking place and more studying. You thought you could see the light at the end of the tunnel, you only had to work on some reading and an up coming project. Everything was in the all clear. 

That was until you were given your assigned pairing for your final project. You nearly ran out of class to throw up, glaring at the cocky brunet while he scoffed, clearly just as offended he had been paired with you.  

Time couldn’t have possibly gone any slower as you counted down the minutes till the end of class, stomping down the lecture hall, only to be met with your professor holding up a hand to you both, stopping you before you could even speak. 

“How could-

“Before either of you say another word, I can’t pair you with someone else. I’ve paired students up with those who are around the same academic level so that leaves you two” 

“Then let me work on this independently-

“No. This is a paired project. No ones working on this individually so suck it up and start planning your assignment with Barnes” 

You cursed under you breath, while he continued to pack away his things, leaving the lecture hall without sparing you a second look. 

“Let’s go” Bucky didn’t even bother looking at you, looking straight a head of him as he started to leave the hall.

“Excuse me?” You frowned, trailing behind him as he continued down the corridor, towards the library. You nearly walked into his chest as he stopped abruptly, turning around to face you.  

“I’m not fucking up my gpa because you have an ego. We’re going to the library. Now” and with that he continued down the hall. You bit your tongue, wordlessly following him, as much as you couldn't stand him, you were not about to let your gpa drop either. 

2 weeks later 

“The library closes in 5 minutes” The student worker mumbled as she walked by while you groaned, staring at the stack of papers you were yet to go through. 

“There’s still so much shit we have to read” You rubbed your temples, skimming through another article. 

“We could work at my place” Bucky shrugged, twirling a pen between his fingers, leaning back in his chair. 

“And why do we need to go to your place” It was bad enough you had to spend all your free time with him but you were not about to work at his place now too. 

“Because I have an actual office room, and proper place we can get work done, unless you have something better to officer princess” He challenged back, while you glared at him before glancing at the clock. You had to leave the library. Your tiny apartment was hardly a place someone could call livable let alone a space to work productively in. 

“Fine” You gritted out, rolling your eyes at the satisfied smirk that crossed his lip as he closed his laptop. 

“Good. Pack your things” 

You stuffed your things in your bag, throwing on your coat before the both of you the only ones left on campus. You gripped your coat tighter feeling the cool night air nip your skin as you walked out to the parking lot; Bucky’s was the last car left. 

“Get in cupcake” He cocked his head, unlocking the car doors and roaring the engine to life. The leather was cool against your skin, making you shiver, you felt a little inkling in your tummy with the acceleration of the car sending vibrations through your body. 

“Compensating for something?” You couldn’t help but scoff at the way the exhaust rumbled each time he went faster as he sped down the empty streets. Cocky asshole.

“Don’t need to, you can see for yourself” His face was smug, clearly sure of himself while you shook your head, squeezing your thighs together. 

“Arrogant” You mumbled under your breath, ignoring the way your stomach clenched, wiping away the image that tried to form in your mind, remaining silent for the rest of the ride. 

“We’re here” 

Your eyes grew wide at the large house Bucky pulled up to as he parked on the stone driveway. You wordlessly stepped out of the car, following behind him as he unlocked the door leading you inside. 

“The office is upstairs” Bucky led you up stairs, taking you right down the hall to a large office room. The space was dark and cozy; books lining the walls with shelves that nearly reached the ceiling. There was a couch off to the side along with a large desk that was near the center. A coffee table sat on top of the plush rug near the couch, with a fire place near by. 

As soon as he walked into the room, Bucky went straight for the crystal glasses that sat on the shelf, dropping a few ice cubes from a mini freezer that was tucked underneath the table. He grabbed the whisky bottle, pouring the dark liquid nearly to the rim, taking a long sip before setting the glass down and loosening his tie and rolling his sleeves up. He looked at you for a moment longer, a silent offering though you declined, setting your things by the couch and pulling your notes out. 

You started to type up the paper on the couch while Bucky worked at his desk, making notes of key points and handing them to you. You let out a frustrated huff at the latest paper he handed you, unable to decipher half the words, spending more time decoding what he had written. 

“I can’t read your stupid writing” You tossed down the notes Bucky had scribbled down, “It’s impossible to read”

“Didn’t know you struggled with reading too” Bucky didn’t even bother looking up at you, continuing to read through a paper, still sipping on his whisky.  

“It’s not reading, its your writing, you write like a child” You shot back, grumbling under your breath, looking through the article to figure out what he had scratched down. 

“And you act like one” His voice had dropped, his blue eyes flicking up to glare at you while you rolled your eyes, going back to typing the paper. You ignored the way his voice made your stomach flip, feeling warm under his gaze. You didn’t even bother looking through the new article he handed you, setting it onto the coffee table, continuing to type away. 

“I don’t need your stupid notes or your help on this, I’ll work on this on my own while you work on your writing skills-” 

“You’re a brat” He growled, his jaw clenching as he stalked towards you, shutting your laptop and ripping it out of your hands. You ignored the throbbed you felt between your legs as he towered over you, the scent of his cologne suddenly making you woozy, combined with the scent of the whisky he drank fanning off his breath. 

“And? What if I am?” You hissed, not backing down from him. Bucky stared at you, between the way you always had something to say, your bare legs tucked underneath you, your tiny skirt riding up, almost exposing your panties, the scent of your perfume, your glasses perched on your nose, your sassy little mouth, he so badly just wanted to take you and- “What the fuck are you going to do Barnes?” 

“I’ll show you exactly what I do to little girls that don’t know how to listen” He grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks together, his eyes burning with something you couldn’t quite place, his pupils blown. Bucky grabbed you, hauling you over his shoulder, grabbing his drink as he walked out of the office and right to his bedroom, throwing you onto his bed. You felt your heart race, struggling to ignore the way your pussy was aching for him-

No.

Fuck him. 

You chest heaved as he locked his eyes with you, setting his glass down before ripping his tie off. 

“Hands above your head” His voice had dropped several octaves, making your nearly melt and comply but no. You’d never. You shrugged while he growled, straddling you and grapping your wrists, roping his tie around your hands, securing you to his headboard. You tried to tug your hands free, glaring while he smirked, unbuttoning his shirt while still on top of you. He tossed it off, coming down to your ear, his lips brushing by your lobe making you shiver. 

“Told you I’d show you what I do to brats that don’t listen. Say Alpha if you want me to stop”

You nodded while he cupped your face again, squeezing your cheeks, making your lips pout. 

“Use your words” 

“Yes” 

“Good girl”  

You stopped breathing, blinking slowly at the dark ink that covered his arms and torso. It had never occurred to you that you’d never seen his sleeves rolled up or seen him in a regular t-shirt for that matter. The smug bastard was always in a perfect pressed shirt with a silk tie around his neck. Your eyes grew wide at the pocked knife he pulled out of his pocket, flicking the blade open. 

“Quiet now, aren’t we cupcake” He mumbled, tracing the sharp tip of his switch blade from your forehead, down your nose, skimping past your lips and down to your neck. You could feel your heart race as he applied the slightest bit of pressure, smirking at how you tensed, “I’m surprised you trust me sweets” He whispered by your ear, pressing the knife into your skin, just enough for it to sting slightly. 

“You won’t need this” He brought the knife to the buttons of your blouse, slicing upwards, sending the buttons flying to the floor. He slid the blade under the band of your bra, throwing it aside, his eyes raking up and down your exposed breasts. He pulled the zipper of your skirt down, pulling it off your legs before grabbing his knife again, cutting your panties off until you were completely bare on his bed. He tugged on the knot he secured around your wrist with his tie, humming in satisfaction at the whimper that slipped past your lips. 

“Such a needy dirty little slut” He plucked the ice cube out of his whisky, sucking off the dark liquid that dripped off before straddling on top of you again, circling it around your nipple. You gasped at the icy sharp jolt that ran through your body, your hips bucking up as your nipples pebbled instantly, almost painfully hard as he continued to run the cube across your skin. 

“So responsive, hm?” He let out a dark chuckle at the way your legs squirmed and squeezed together, soft whimpers dripping from your lips as he continued to glide the ice between the valley of your breasts down to your belly button. “Nothing to say now baby?” 

You shook your head, your breaths getting heavier as he moved to kneel between your legs, spreading your knees apart with his, keeping you wide open for him. He dragged the cube down lower, swirling it around your pubic bone, watching you intently as you squirmed, your browed furrowed, eyes locked with his. 

“Wonder how you’d feel if I played with this somewhere else...how about...here” He spread your folds apart with his fingers, letting the edge of the ice cube brush by your swollen clit, the sensation making you cry out. Your pussy throbbed, pulsing as he brushed by it again, your body feeling both hot and cold as he let the ice melt against your warm skin. He his knees kept your legs apart as he ran the ice cube through your folds, coating it in your slick, the sheets under you dampening from the water droplets and your arousal dripping out of you. 

He smirked, pulling the ice away, loving the way it glistened with your wetness. You gasped at the way he popped the ice cube into his mouth, sucking your arousal off, moaning at the taste. 

“Taste yourself princess” He smirked, running the ice through your fold again and pressing it against your lips, groaning as you parted your mouth to suck. 

“Good girl” He whispered, pulling it away and letting the rest of it it melt on his tongue, swallowing the rest of the ice with a satisfied hum. He got off the bed, tugging his pants and brief off, his cock slapping against his stomach, resting heavy between his legs as he crawled back onto the bed. 

“Brat” He loosened the tie around your wrists, flipping you around so you were on your kneed with your ass in the air. He brought your hands behind your back, tying them securely, holding your wrists with one hand, the other holding his cock, prodding against your entrance. 

You whined, trying to push yourself back onto his cock, huffing at the dark chuckle he let out, pulling away each time you chased more of him. 

“Needy now are we, always knew you were a desperate little whore” He growled, tugging at your wrists. “Just needed a cock to shut you up, huh” 

You couldn’t help the steady stream of slick that poured out of you every time he opened his mouth, your pussy fluttering and aching. 

“Open up for me cupcake” Bucky pressed the head of his cock against your fluttering entrance, his head thrown back at the way you were squeezed him already, your tight pussy struggling to accommodate his length. You moaned into the pillow, gasping as he gripped you harder. 

“Still such a fucking brat, I told you to open up for me” Bucky hissed, shoving his cock in all the way as you gasped as the way you could practically feel him in your throat, his cock pulsing and throbbing. He didn’t give you any time to adjust, one hand grabbing your hip, the other holding onto your tied hands as he started to slam into you at an unforgiving pace, the headboard hitting the wall with each thrust. 

“Do you have any idea what the fuck you do to me?!” He gritted out, pounding into you, nailing his cock against your cervix with each word. “With those tiny little plaid skirts and stockings? Parading around the campus like a good girl, getting on my nerves all the time always arguing back with me”

You had no idea how you ended up in this position, the band in your belly starting to wind tighter every time his heavy balls tapped your clit. 

“You know how many times I wanted to stuff my tie in your mouth and fuck you till you couldn’t speak, rail you on my cock until you wouldn’t be able to formulate words, just give me a warm, wet place for me to cum in” 

Bucky grinned at the way you squeezed his cock, your pretty little mewls filling the air as he fucked you harder, bringing his knee up to pound into you deeper. 

“You’d like that huh cupcake, you want daddy to stuff his tie in your mouth and take you across his thigh? Can feel you choking my cock baby, I know you want that, you want daddy’s cock in your mouth so bad, something to keep your pretty mouth shut” 

“Who said I’d call you daddy” You shot him a glare, ignoring the way your stomach flipped at the name, struggling to keep yourself from moaning. Bucky smirked, his hand snaking around to rub your clit, angling his hips to stroke your sweet spot making you cry out. “FUCK-

“Crying for my cock, huh? Whose cock are you crying and making a mess all over” He growled, fucking you harder making you see stars. “Tell me, whys your little clit throbbing on my fingers, why are you choking my dick huh? Fucking naked in my bed, all tied up like a needy whore, I’m you’re fucking daddy, say it!

“DADDY” You could even stop yourself, giving into the pleasure he pulled from your body, his mouth unrelenting. 

“Daddy found your spot, huh?”

“Spank that cute little ass till its sore and you can’t walk? Then have daddy take care of you after?”

“So fuckin’ needy, look at how you’re dripping all over me baby, making a mess on my bed” You could feel his cock grow harder, his grip on your ass bruising as he drilled into you, spurts of precum dripping in you. 

“I know you’re close, cum on my cock princess, be a good little slut and make a mess on daddy’s cock” 

Your body betrayed you, obeying his command instantly, your body sucking his cock in deeper, ready to fall off the edge. 

“I-I’m gonna-DADDY- You screamed into the sheets, your vision going white, the band snapping, deep pleasure shooting through your body as you squirted all over his cock. Bucky couldn't hold it anymore, already struggling to hold off his orgasm with the way you were tied on his bed. 

“That’s it, cream on my dick baby, soaking my balls nice, look at you squirting all over my cock, bet you’d look even prettier bent over our Professors desk, hm? M’gonna fill you up, you’re gonna drip for days, all your little skirts tainted with my cum, get ready for my cum cupcake, open up for me, open up for daddy” 

He roared, spilling into you, giving you a few sloppy thrusts before stilling, his cock throbbing, endless ropes of cum filling you up. He let go of your wrists, letting you fall limp on the bed while he panted, drops of cum still leaking from the tip making a mess on your ass. You felt his tie loosen as you dropped on the bed, his hands rubbing your wrists before leaving the bed to grab you a towel. 

You jolted at the feeling of him wiping your folds, surprised at how gentle he was, running his hands over your bruises before tossing the towel away. 

“This never happens again” You stated, throwing on his shirt as you sauntered back to the office, sitting on the desk, going back to skimming papers. Bucky smirked as he threw on some sweats, his eyes trailing up and down your bare legs, your skin littered in scratches and bruises, hair tousled while you sat in his shirt in his office as if you owned the place. 

“Whatever you say cupcake, wouldn’t have it any other way” 

After that night, you were even more of a brat, finding ways to get on his nerves till he lost his patience, never admitting you did it on purpose to see how far he’d go to tame you. It didn’t mean you hated him any less, but if he was going to satisfy you...

You squeezed your thighs together, gasping when he dragged you by your ankle off his desk, tossing you over his knee while sitting on the chair of his office. You’d ignored all of his calls, finishing the second half of the assignment by yourself; he didn’t seem to care that it was given a perfect grade. 

“I told you to call me” He growled, ripping your skirt up and tearing your panties off, rubbing the supple flesh of your ass “Count”

“Fuck you-AH” His hand spanked your ass, rubbing the sting away, his jaw clenched over your stubbornness. “I didn’t need your help-HNG”

“Count” He spanked you again, groaning at the way your ass bounced, his patience growing thin with the way you tested his patience. 

“One” 

You found yourself spending more time in his office than the school library, more time in his bed than studying books. You ignored every flutter of your heart, convinced it was the stress of school and nothing more. You willed yourself to ignore the way his adorable tongue would poke out of his mouth when he focused or the way his pouty lips would part when he fell asleep with his head tucked in his arms on his desk. 

You hated the way his voice got raspy when he was exhausted or the way he would loosen his tie and roll his sleeves up. 

You ignored the blanket he had placed on top of you when you had fallen asleep once on his couch, it meant nothing. He didn’t care about you that way. 

When he had you bent over in his bed, your hands tied, mouth stuffed with his tie, you shook your head when you felt yourself craving him to make love to you instead-

No. 

No. 

He was your rival. Your partner for a project. When this was all over, things would go back to normal. 

A few weeks later 

“Surprised you didn’t decide to work a head again, aren’t you supposed to be the one whose equal to me?” Bucky cocked an eyebrow, typing out the paper you forgot to finish. 

You stared at the pile of books in front of you, sticky notes poking through every corner; you knew you had to go over the notes again but you didn’t have time. The project would be over soon. You still had to finish you assignment for Stark. When it was over, you’d be done working with Bucky.  You had another project to finish for work. He’d never know how you felt. So much school work. He’d never know you fell in lo-

“What, no smart ass reply” He sassed, his brows furrowing when you still didn’t respond. He looked up, frowning when you didn’t look at him, your eyes vacant turning away from him. “Y/n?” 

You shook your head, fighting back tears, biting you lip to keep it from trembling, losing your composure as you heard him get up, moving over to the couch. 

“Hey, hey look at me” He sat down beside you, his heart dropping at the soft sniffles you struggled to hold in, shying away from him when he moved closer. “Come here” He pulled you into his lap, his hand cupping your cheek, wiping away your tears “What’s wrong?” 

You shook your head, your mind swirling over what you were actually upset about. You wanted to let go of your ego and pride and curl up into his lap and tell him you adored him but you couldn’t. What if he didn’t feel the same way, what if you were just something to warm his bed, what if-

“Y/n?” 

“Nothing” Your voice cracked, your body stiff in his hold, trying to protect yourself even though your heart was screaming to just tell him how you felt. 

“It’s not nothing, something’s been bothering you, I’ve noticed” He waited patiently for you to speak, huffing when you silently toyed with your fingers instead, “Why are you so stubborn” 

“Why are you so persistent” You shot back, finding it easier to argue with him than admit your feelings. Bucky smirked, shaking his head. 

“Is there something you’re not telling me cupcake” Bucky whispered, his lips brushing by your ear, “Only one way to get you to speak” He wrapped your legs around his waist, noting the way you clung onto him like a little koala, not letting go when he set you on his bed. He carefully undressed you, soothing your needy whimpers with his lips brushing across your skin, his cock pressing against your entrance. 

Your thighs wrapped around his waist as he slid inside you, the both of you gasping as he filled you, staying still and keeping you full and withering underneath him. You whined, your ankles digging into his ass hoping he’d move, distract you from the way you felt but he refused. 

“Talk to me” He let his body weight rest on you, his eyes locked with your glassy ones. He’d craved to have you like this for a while; wrapped around his body, feeling all of you. 

“I- You bit your lip, blinking at him, desperately hoping he’d just know without you having to say anything. Your arms clung around his shoulders, your legs squeezing his waist tighter. 

“You what” He whispered, his heart beating faster at the way you clenched, your nails digging into his shoulders “So stubborn baby” He started to rock his hips, the slow gently pace causing more tears to slip down your cheeks. He fucked you soft and slow, everything you had craved for weeks, with gentle kisses in between, his hands coming to lace with yours. 

You whimpered, moaning against his mouth, your cunt fluttering each time he pushed in, your head thrown back at the way he moved deeper each time, the tip of his cock rubbing your g-spot. This was different from every other time, feeling every inch of his body, the both of you pressed against each other. 

“You just needed me to make love to you, huh?” He kissed your neck, while you nodded, squeezing your hands in his, his tongue running across your skin, “Needed me to fuck you slow baby? Make you feel good?” 

“Fuck James” You cried out, letting go of his hands to wrap around him again, pressing kisses all over his cheeks, running your hands through his hair. “Please, please”

“I know sweets, I know” He cooed, soothing you, letting his hands caress your body, “M’right here, gonna be so slow with you till you tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours” 

You didn’t say anything, while his nose bumped against yours, smirking “No one else gets under my skin the way you to my stubborn little baby” 

His?

“Y-yours?” You stuttered out with wide eyes, while he chuckled at your shocked expression. 

“Mine. Mine cupcake, all mine. No one else comes close to you, you’re so fucking brilliant and beautiful” He started to rock his hips faster, the both of you climbing higher and higher together. “You-you challenge me every single day, I wouldn’t-I wouldn’t have come this far if it wasn’t for you”

He wrapped his arms around your body, panting against your neck, moaning, his cock growing harder while you squeezed him, the band ready snap between pleasure and all your emotions. 

“Fuck James I love you” You sobbed, pleasure erupting through your body as your orgasm washed over you, clinging onto him while he fucked you through your high. 

“I-I love you too” He rasped, moaning into your neck as he stilled, his cock throbbing as he came in you, his body jolting in your warm head. “I love you I love you fuck, I love you” He pulled away from your neck, while you shyly bit your lip, pulling him back down into your arms while he laughed, cuddling you close to him. 

“Knew I could fuck it out of you” 

Three years later 

Bucky had his hand around your waist, kissing your cheek while you both moved through the crowd greeting and thanking guests. He grinned as you both approached the last table, his two best men sharing shit eating grins while you rolled your eyes, groaning. 

“Don’t even start” You warned while Sam cackled, shaking his head. 

“I called it” He snorted while Steve nodded, shrugging when you shot them a playful glare. “You were both just to stubborn to see it” 

Bucky couldn’t help but pepper you with kisses, snorting while Sam wolf whistled, suddenly straightening himself up as someone approached you both from behind. 

“Congratulations” Tony grinned, sipping on his drink, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “I’m assuming you worked through your differences?” 

You giggled while Bucky squeezed your waist, unable to take his eyes off you, hardly registering anything else happening around him.

“Thank you for coming Professor Stark” He hugged you tightly, before pausing, leaning close to you. “I’ll let you both in on a secret” Tony smiled smugly, while you cocked your head with an equally confused Bucky. 

“I could have paired you with someone else, Mrs. Barnes” 

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A+ for fucking - kang taehyun

♡ pairing: taehyun x f!reader

♡ genre: academic rival au, enemies to ?, smut

♡ wc: 3.8k

♡ warnings: dom!taehyun, sub!reader, unprotected sex, hate sex, arguments mid sex lol the characters are rivals who are we kidding, multiple orgasms, bratty reader, degradation, oral m.receiving, some aftercare and fluffy ending if you squint

It’s so childish, Taehyun agrees. The way your eye rolls whenever you see him, the way you smirk whenever he gets any score a little behind you or even perhaps the way you are smiling at some random guy at the party that is talking to you.

     Taehyun is still pissed off about this morning’s incident. The teacher was announcing the student’s marks for the tests that went around last week. Taehyun sits tall and relax, waiting for his name to be called, knowing he did his best and answered the test in his best condition, he slept early the night before, having all the topics rumoured to come out in the test digested properly before waking up a little before 6 a.m. to read simplified notes.

     So how come you scored a whopping 19/20, almost a perfect score, while he only got 16/20? Not only he lost to you, there are two more students that got 17 and they are not even his match usually. He is embarrassed, of course, but he is even more mad at you, smiling proudly when the teacher was praising you but when you turned to look his way, you gave him a little mocking smile that made Taehyun boil inside.

     That was this morning. Right now, Taehyun is sitting at a couch, at a party Yeonjun hosts, a drink in his hand, that Taehyun is sure contains alcohol although he has requested Beomgyu to give a non-alcoholic one but Beomgyu never listens. He cheekily passes the drink to Taehyun and scurries away after claiming it’s just a silly grape juice.

     He takes a sip, inhaling the drink and lets it spread inside, softly groaning at the way the alcohol relaxes his tension. He catches a glimpse of you walking to the kitchen counter, probably to refill your drink. You accidentally bump into a random guy, causing you to lose your balance and collide into a vase of flowers that are in the way. The vase, of course, as fragile as it is breaks into pieces after meeting the floor. Several people gasp at the situation, maybe worried at the price the vase is but Yeonjun laughs it away, maybe too drunk to realise what’s wrong.

     “That’s alright, y/n! I’ll have people fix it tomorrow,” the gingerhead says, the girls that surround him giggling at his calmness. Taehyun scoffs, “Rich kid and their problem.”

      He then takes in the way that guy helps you up, his hand fiddling the clothing of your mini skirt that is wrapped around your waist, you muttering a small thank you that Taehyun reads from your lip. He couldn’t register what the guy is saying though, as his back is facing Taehyun.

     You initiate the conversation with the guy, you are sitting on one of the stools at the kitchen’s counter and the guy standing close to you, his back pressed against the counter while talking to you. Taehyun finds himself a bit tense at the way the guy touches you, giving a ghost touch on your shoulder before both of you laugh and he snakes his arm on your waist. You give him a smile as the guy offers you a drink, sipping it after thanking him.

     “She’s so clueless sometimes,” Taehyun mumbles, catching the attention of Kai who is sitting beside him. 

     “What? Who?” Kai asks, placing an uno card to attack Beomgyu. “Take that!”

     As Beomgyu whines at the attack, forcing him to take eight cards to add into his deck of cards collection, Taehyun stands up, inching closer to you and that guy.

     “Hey, Taehyun. What’s up?” The guy speaks first, Taehyun does not bother to ask how did he know him, rather he does reach for your wrist and asks you to follow him upstairs. You, as confused by his sudden behaviour, could just trail behind him, saying sorry to the guy before you guys are upstairs. There are few people there, making out in the bathroom, you eyeing them in disgust.

     “What do you want?” you ask, tone clearly irritated at Taehyun, and he lets go, watching you rub on the surface he just grips hard in mixed feelings.

     “Are you stupid?”

     “Pardon me?”

     “You did not just drink from whatever that guy offered you.” Taehyun stares at you, his eye contact making you nervous a little by how intense it is.

     “I know how to take care of myself,” you snap, not backing down from putting up a fight. It’s so dumb to fight over things that aren’t academic, Taehyun laughs, a laugh that he didn’t really mean.

     “Who knows whatever they are putting in that drink? This is a party, anything can happen if you drink from random shots people gave,” Taehyun nags at you, his chest moving up and down with frustration. It sounds too petty, Taehyun is aware of that, but he just could not stand the way anyone could take advantage of you.

     “Are you jealous?” You blurt out, smirking at him.

     “What the fuck are you talking about?”

     “You are probably still jelly because I got the highest mark for Physics in class.”

     Taehyun slams your body into the wall behind you, with such force that leaves your heart beating faster.

     “That was just this one time. You could only dream to beat me the next test."

     “Am I sensing a competition? If yes, I would gladly be at the top of the class for all subjects that matter if it means you are this annoyed.”

     Yes, Taehyun is sure he is one hundred percent annoyed now. He is usually a man of patience. Little things did not affect him the way your little acts do. He eyes the way your little blouse that is a bit too tight on your chest, with your thighs that are exposed due to your mini skirt that are driving him a bit crazy right now.

     “Say what now? That’s the dumbest thing you have ever said, y/n. You are not surpassing me ever again,” Taehyun replies, a tone cold like his personality. He heaves a sigh from above you due to your height difference, you finding yourself a bit dizzy from his intoxicating cologne.

     “I will,” you say confidently, tip toeing before placing your hand around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. Taehyun freeze for a second, calculating all the pros and cons of doing this, before thinking fuck it and before you know he already has his hand on your waist, deepening the kiss.

    You stumble a bit when Taehyun’s kiss gets a little more heated, your heart racing in anticipation of what else he hides behind his stupid handsome nerd face. You don’t even know he is this good at kissing. Taehyun pauses, catching his breath before opening a door to a room that is unoccupied, taking you inside with him before locking the door.

     “For a nerd, you could get a B+ for kissing,” you state, unintentionally crashing the walls that have been putting Taehyun in his self control. He grips your chin with his fingers, a little too uncomfortable for you but you are more than determined to make him piss off more.

     “You are so annoying sometimes.” He reaches in to hold your cheek, slowly pressing his lips into yours once again. You find it difficult to retract, highly confused with everything that is unfolding, but you are sure you don’t want him to stop. Your heart is racing again when Taehyun’s left hand grabs your waist, his fingertip pressing into your skin as if you are gonna run away from him if he doesn't hold you close enough.

     With his weight overpowering you, Taehyun leans further into your make out, your lipstick staining his mouth that tastes sweet to him. A few seconds later, you find yourself laying on the bed, your back meeting the softness of the sheets as Taehyun positions himself on top of you. You gasp a bit, not expecting him to go this far.

     "Tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” Taehyun huffs, patting your cheek softly. “I’m not continuing if you want to stop.”

     Your hand glides on his shoulder, eyes gazing on the way Taehyun's breath hitches when you touch him softly. He is clearly restraining himself from unholy things he would like to do to you, you can see the way his veins popping on his neck, his cheek rosy from the alcohol intake. 

     You have never felt this way with him before, a certain decision flooding your mind already. “I want this.”

     “I don’t think we are both sober, y/n,” he pauses, his heart aches at the way you pout, so cutely that Taehyun hopes he didn’t say it out loud for you to hear. “I don’t want you to regret this.”

     “No, I mean it. I want you, Taehyun.”

     “Is this your first time?” Taehyun questions carefully, his fingers delicately ghosting over your frame underneath him.

     You shake your head no, and see Taehyun’s eyes darkened with lust, his hand flying to rip your blouse off your body. You gasp at the way the fabric tears, “I don’t have spare clothes!”

     “We’ll think about that later,” Taehyun mumbles incoherently before his lips go straight to your neck. He’s sucking on it roughly, but biting it gently making you feel yourself growing more needy. You could feel your panty soaking down there, almost shameless at the way you are getting very turned on by your own rival.

     Taehyun sits up for a while, adorned by the very first mark that he had left just under your jaw. You panic a little, shoving him aside and touching on the growing reddish area that will most likely turn purple tomorrow. 

     “You know, you look quite hot with my mark,” Taehyun says proudly. You roll your eyes at him, stopping him from leaving any mark further on such a visible place. “Stop marking me on my neck. It’s going to show. We have a presentation for Biology tomorrow.”

     “Who cares? Might as well show the teacher you are slutting around the night before your presentation,” he angrily retorts back, before you push him to lay on his back. Taehyun looks quite surprised, but he lets you be in control as you trail kisses on his neck, stripping his grey hoodie in such slow paced making him hiss in impatience. You place yourself on top of his lap, grinding against his jeans, the friction sends you moaning due to how good it feels. You look up to see him breathing heavily, his hand grabbing your waist and guiding you to nestle your clit properly against his bulge. You moan with every thrust, your clit being rubbed so perfectly by his jeans.

     “You like that, baby? Am I making you feel good?” Taehyun asks, his ego skyrockets at the way you are stuttering your words, answering him ‘no’ just because you are still so pissed off at him. 

     “Yeah? You don’t like it? But your pussy is telling me otherwise, you are so wet I could feel you all the way here,” he chuckles, you blushing as you know better your panty has been soaked by your wetness that it leaves stain on Taehyun’s jeans.

     Unable to let Taehyun claim victory yet, you get off from his lap, unbuckling his belt in urgency Taehyun almost feels bad for you to be that competitive with him. It also turns him on more, knowing you are capable of getting things done your way although Taehyun doesn’t plan for it to be like that all night. For now, he will watch and enjoy the pleasure first before he will fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to even remember you have presentation tomorrow.

     Before he knows it, his pants and boxer are discarded by you and it’s on the floor. You went straight to palm his cock, Taehyun could not help but groan at the way your hand is playing around his length.

      “Look at you, growing hard because of me,” you teasingly mock him, kissing his tip so sensually Taehyun swears he’s gonna cum on your stupid pretty face. You take your time with him, playing with his balls for a bit before relaxing your jaw and ready to take him inside your mouth.

     Taehyun’s cock twitches when you take him deeper, gagging around his thick girth, batting your eyelashes up at him. Taehyun lets out a swear, hips involuntarily bucking up to your mouth making you gag on his length. It drives you crazy, your brain fuzzy with mixed emotion and tears swelling up on your eye so Taehyun asks you to remember to breathe through your nose as you take him deeper. Taehyun’s chest is heaving up and down, biting his lip when your nose hit his public bone. 

     Taehyun tugs your hair, making it into a ponytail as he guides you on his length, you are now sucking almost all of him now. If Taehyun isn’t so kind he would maybe make you take all of his inches but by the way you are struggling so much to even take more than half of his length, Taehyun thinks maybe there’s another time.

     “Stop, y/n, stop,” Taehyun spurts out, hands desperately holding your face so you can stop right there. Taehyun has had enough, he’s not going to get wasted first, but you are stubborn enough to hold him down until he actually spurts his first climax of the night in your throat. Only then you did pull out, breathing intensely while grabbing his hands.

     “So that's how you wanna play. Alright then," Taehyun roughly shoves your hand away, tugging on your hair, initiating you to stand up, "You really want to get on my nerves, huh? I'll shove my cock inside your slutty cunt to put you in place, how about that?"

     Within seconds, Taehyun gets you positioned on your back on the bed. He takes your panty off, leaving only your skirt to hang on your body. You fist your hands on the sheets at the feeling of his finger touching your folds, your wetness apparent by the sound it makes when Taehyun’s fingers skillfully move in and out. As Taehyun is left handed, he’s fingering you with his dominant hand while keeping you in place by pressing your thigh spread apart for him with his right hand.

     Your moans break out, defeating your pride to not let him know you are so needy for him right now. You see Taehyun smirking when he’s shoving his entire three fingers inside now, your moans uncontrollable that you start swearing at him randomly.

     “Keep your voice down, baby, do you want people to find you all needy for me?”

     “The only needy one here is you, Taehyun. Fuck you,’’ you say, trying your best to sound furious, but it only sounds cute to Taehyun, almost like an angry kitten trying to shushes away its prey.

     “Stop with your bratty mouth, I know you want this as much as I do, you slut,” Taehyun replies, satisfied with the way you are squirming with his touch. He knows you’re about to reach your high soon, so he abruptly pulls out all his fingers and you start swearing at him in annoyance.

     “Patience, sweetheart. Anger doesn't get you anywhere.” Taehyun looks so calm to you when saying those, only he knows deep inside he’s seeing red, ready to destroy you in a very human way possible. 

     You sit up and glare at him angrily, displeased with the way he’s wording his word at this time. Taehyun ignores your glare, helping you to get on all fours.

     “You know, you are really hot when you’re mad.” That’s all Taehyun says before his tip poking at your entrance and he’s pushing in.

     You struggle to hold your body up so Taehyun’s hand goes on your waist, pulling you closer to him so he reaches deeper inside. You manage to hold back your moan, biting into the pillow that is in your face but Taehyun is having none of that. He drapes your hair around his finger before pulling you up, you choking out a moan at the pain. 

     “Now where’d the attitude go, brat? Couldn’t think of anything except my cock now?”

     Your hands are gripping the pillows as Taehyun gives you the pleasure you didn’t know you could feel. It feels like he’s bringing you to heaven that exists in the world. You whimper a little, gathering your whole sense to finally snap back at him, “What? You and your cock are the same, they’re pathetic!”

     You then feel a stinging pain on your left ass cheek, Taehyun slapping it hard you are almost sure it left a mark. “Yeah, my cock is so pathetic that you are clenching so hard around it right now, begging me to fuck you so good.”

    Taehyun thrusts even faster now, leaving you moaning at how perfect he feels inside you, his whole dick thick and veiny molding your walls into his shape that you are sure you are gonna love if it isn’t Taehyun that is fucking you right now.

     You can feel your release approaching so you clench on him harder, trying to make him come first so that you are gonna have fun mocking him later. Taehyun however catches on quickly, slapping your ass two more times before angling his thrust to a spot that he realises you are weak for. Your toes curl at the pleasure, unable to hold it in anymore so you come all over his dick. You are so sweaty now, panting due to the overstimulation before hearing Taehyun chuckling behind you at your loss.

     “Might be on top of me in the class but never in bed, sweetheart,” Taehyun says, his dick still hammering inside you at a brutal pace while trying to control his moan. He groans a few times here and there, but none that matches the way you are a moaning mess right now. 

     You cry out as another orgasm kicks in when Taehyun sneaks his hand to play with your clit. You almost collapsed on the bed pathetically, shouting his name out loud, alerting Taehyun that people outside might hear.

    He removes his grip on your clit to his hand over your mouth to shut you up. “There are people outside, y/n,” he reminds you, you nodding as he slows down a bit to let you calm down from your high.

     “Fuck, Taehyun, you’re gonna get an A if there’s a subject that focuses on sex,” you say between soft moans, Taehyun inhales sharply at the way your voice sounding so honey to him with praise that might be the only time he could hear it. 

     Taehyun feels his high near so he manhandles you on your back again, ready to make you come for him again but this time, seeing your face when you grow all weak at your orgasm. Your face has turned so red when he sees you, tears rolling down your cheek and the way your makeup smudges a bit. 

     You look so fucked out, your cheeks rosy and lips pouty as you pull him in for a kiss, Taehyun gladly gives in at the way how pretty you look. One of your hands finds his hand, intertwining with his finger as he starts thrusting faster again. You moan at his kiss, his eyes that look like it holds the entire world staring at you like you are the only thing that matters to him right now.

     Panting heavily, you break from the kiss as you reach your third release, struggling to control your breath as you feel yourself drifting away for a second.

     “Taehyun, nggh, T–hyun,” you call out to him urgently, Taehyun frowns and notices the way you tighten your hold on both your intertwined hands. It's so cute, the way you are holding his hand like it's the only anchor when you're too fucked out.

     “Yes, y/n, you okay?”

     “So good, Tyun,” you respond, Taehyun kissing your neck a bit, leaving another mark so small just up your breasts where it'd be visible if you wear low cut top just to make you remember this night as you look into the mirror the next day.

     “You’re such a good girl for me, y/n. Pussy so tight, yet so good it’s like you’re made for me. You like it, don’t you?” Taehyun starts praising you, his words laced with filthiness that sounds so attractive to you that you find yourself nodding and agreeing at whatever he says.

     Taehyun smiles a little, pulling one of your knee to sit on his shoulder, reaching a spot you didn’t even know exist inside you, mind occupied with Taehyun and Taehyun only as he fucks you both into oblivian together.

     “Come for me, baby,” is all you need to hear before you immediately creaming his cock again, Taehyun coming a few seconds after with an exasperated sigh of your name.

     You close your eyes, whining as you feel him pulling out, leaving your cunt exposed in the room. You hear the door unclick and close, thinking that Taehyun probably leaves after the whole thing. You keep your eyes shut for a few minutes, too tired to even grab your own clothes.

     Moments later, you feel something wet on your entrance, opening your eyes and seeing Taehyun in a new shirt, one that he probably took from Yeonjun’s closet. He’s holding a damp cloth, cleaning the mess between your legs.

     “I thought you hate me,” you start, Taehyun scoffing at your words.

     “I might be a jerk in class, but I’m a gentleman to any girl I fuck,” he says, you try to relax but the way your pussy feels overstimulated by the way he’s cleaning you up is not helping.

     “Do you wanna go home?” Taehyun asks, draping you in his hoodie from earlier that leaves you giddy inside. So he’s willing to find another shirt for him to wear but he’s not letting you wear what’s not his. Cute.

     “I don’t think I can walk,” you let him know, feeling your legs still twitching. It’s actually been that long since you got laid, hence why.

     “We can stay, I’ll have Yeonjun know we’re staying in this room,” Taehyun calmly answers, softly putting away your hair that is on your face, helping you to get them back in place. You look adorable with your pink lips, a little pouty that Taehyun really finds it hard to not steal a peck there. Your cheeks now peachy in natural blush, he finds himself tracing the two marks he left on your neck that makes you glow a little more than he would like you to.

     “What do you mean, we?” you question, excited to tease him.

     “Fuck off.” Taehyun rolls his eyes as you let out a laugh. He is feeling something, you know well you’re feeling the same too.

i actually think this is bad but it's better than nothing since my last post is three weeks ago. lmk what you guys think! have a nice day everyone

Antibody, Sonya Vatomsky

𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ “Jealousy Jealousy” — Geto Suguru

Synopsis:- He dislikes you and you dislike him, rather simple an ordeal—except it’s not. Not when you’ve got one bed to share and your rival is Jealous for your attention—not when he can’t get enough of hearing your moans.

— word count:- 7.7k words ||Masterlist||

— A/n:- I wouldn’t consider myself a writer if I didn’t write a “rivals to lovers x one bed” trope so here it is. Poor jelly Suguru who’s also a little nasty but we like em like that. Au! Where Suguru doesn’t leave btw. Also smut starts after a long while💀

— Tw:- !Porn with Plot!MDNI!AFAB! Reader x Geto Suguru; perverted suguru!+perverted ex(?) hints at masturbation (both male and female); cursing (a lot of it); use of sex toys; geto is a thief (lmao); geto calls reader “doll”; spanking; dom! Geto to sub! Geto and then back to dom! Geto; oral (m and f receiving); pussy spanking; implied blackmailing

Kyoto and Tokyo.

Housing the two sister schools, they also housed three of the strongest sorcerers. Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto and you—and irony lay bare that two of you did not like each other.

At all.

Insufferable he’d call you and exasperating you’d bounce back. And that was all their was to it—for the longest time and that’s what you two showed as well.

An eye roll here and a prodding middle finger there, you couldn’t even remember a time when you’d actually said “hi,” to him—considering your first meet was at the Goodwill event during a round.

So your annoyance was all too understandable when you walked into Principal Yaga’s room to find him lounging on the couch—ears stuffed with his earphones listening to shit you never liked.

“Yes sir?” You prompted, taking a seat across the man while Suguru didn’t even do so much as look at you.

Idiot.

“There’s a mission,” his eyes closed in on yours, “before you begin, don’t,” he was quick to add—“He’s already agreed to it and it has been decided that you two are the best suited for it. I will take no further questions.”

You find yourself raising a brow—no further questions? And he obliged?

“Why?” You asked regardless—“there are perhaps a hundred better pairs than us—why?”

“Your grade, your promotion and his to special grades depends on it,” the old man answered quietly, all too aware that his piercing gaze worked much better to shut you down than his words—“Now, any and every arrangement has been made. I just need you two to leave by tomorrow morning,”

Tomorrow morning? You could feel the gears in your brain turning fast—you would’ve asked more questions too, had the silly little Ijichi not dropped by, nervous and clammy, “Sir?” He’d called out—“You’re needed in the grounds…” voice timid, thoughts perhaps more so but nothing compared to your form left alone with Suguru Geto.

A silence.

Long silence.

“Why did you say yes?” You let out finally, frustrated to have that question knaw at your mind so long— only to be answered by another silence. Of course, he would play you just about now of all times.

You found yourself gritting your teeth— feet moved up close, his eyes staring at you all the same— “well?” You questioned again.

An eye roll passed, a sigh escaped, “Don’t go about getting ideas princess- I’m not keen of doing it with you but a promotion is promotion nonetheless. You should be glad you’ve got me helping you around,”

“Excuse you?” Your words very quick—sharp, “you’ll help me around?” You barked out a chuckle, “Don’t you go around being the princess with ideas Geto—much rather be helped by pigs than you,”

“Because pigs are the ones saving your ass every mission?” He quirked a brow—“Implication being you’re equable to pigs?” You smirked.

Your smirk only widened as he exhaled sharply, “Listen,” he began, “I want that promotion and so do you. The least we can do, for this one time is help each other. It’s a mutual goal, don’t fuck this up,”

You stared at him.

A brow raised, thoughts ran quick as you scanned his face—annoyance settling deep inside for his too stood sharp—“Fine,” you muttered, “For the mutual goal it is.” You heard him sigh—in relief? Mayhaps.

It was his turn to smirk now, “My my, she’s actually thinking this time—miraculous—”

“—Shut up,” you interrupted his words, “What exactly is the mission?”

He gazed at you quietly, “Hm, well, simple really. Someone like you—”

“—what is it?”

“Information extraction, and a side thing for this local deity who’s apparently a special grade. That’s theoretically all,” he paused, frowning, “it’ll take efforts,”

Your eyes narrowed up at him— “Don’t worry—I’ll figure it out.” He mumbled to nobody in particular.

You found yourself scrunching your face up at him, “Does it turn you on or something? To act like you’re the best?”

“I am,” he grinned,

“At being an idiot,” you added—“and it turns you on at least,” a wink he passed with that—your gag followed next.

What Suguru wanted, Suguru got.

Never a question about, never an objection either—you should’ve known.

“Let’s just call it a night Geto,” your voice bleak, tired—“So what if it’s shady? I know the owner,”

His eyes trained themselves upon you carefully, “It’s a fucking brothel y/n,” he paused, “and I know it’s well past 12 and you’re tired but pull yourself up a bit—”

“—I can even land us a discount,” whiny, your brows furrowed you pouted.

A grumble and a sharp exhale- Suguru didn’t do so much as grunt as he tossed you over he shoulder- silencing your yelp as he shushed you, “I’ll carry you- lead the way,” evident with his voice, he was tired and so were you.

You grinned and squealed internally, softly whispering directions in his ears as he lead the way through the foreign state.

You watched, and watched—eyes wandering onto his bun- the one he’d hurriedly made to help the heat, onto his fingers which held you close—grip tight to make sure you wouldn’t fall—it was embarrassing sincerely to be paraded around such but maybe, just maybe, with him, you liked it.

“Where the fuck is it?” A grunt- you smiled bashfully- “Think we walked past it some 5 blocks ago—” a giggle fell off your lips, his fingers pinched your sides- never playfully.

“The fuck are you-” an eye roll, an inhale, “you know what? Amazing,” and just with that he jogged back- the path retraced wher you came from, the shy pointing from the kids once again.

Five extra minutes you cause him, searching for the hotel- or brothel as Suguru deemed it—“Is this it?” Both your eyes watching the multi-story building in front of you.

It wasn’t half as bad as you’d thought it’d be—pretty decent, Suguru realised.

“You’ve called the owner?”

Before a ‘yeah’ could fall off your lips—clammy fingers gripped your waist—“Y/n!” A voice boomed, the owner- an old ex of yours.

Face flushed you faced him, “Oh hey,” you mumbled hesitantly, “Long time Hm?”

The man in front of you only smiled wide—a creep, Suguru muttered under his breath—sliding a firm handshake for the sake of formality.

Your ex chuckled- unsettling, “And this is your new man huh?” Your face flushed- Suguru’s did too— but he held his own—eyes narrowing at his words.

You however, chuckled nervously—and when you’d told Suguru you knew the owner, he thought, he never should’ve listened to you.

“Not uh…” you looked down, “not boy-friend—just uh, just—” you move to face him, a silent plea for help—“Colleagues,” he nodded.

“Just colleagues, yeah,” a nod you passed- relieved just a little.

The second guy only ever raised his brows, “Sure,” he smirked—“Come inside,” he ushered- hand, suguru noticed, too close on your back.

-

“Don’t tell me,” His face hidden behind his palm he spoke, “You said you knew him,”

“I do!” You prompted, helplessness evident in your voice—“He’s forcing you to fuck him,” Suguru’s expression a deadpan.

Your shoulders dropped-“He’s not…forcing me,” you bit your lip—“The only other option is us sleeping together geto,”

His eyes widened incredulously, “And that’s what you should choose—far more safe,”

You stared—of course you couldn’t sleep next to Suguru—not when—just no.

He sighed—“Really are an idiot,” you groaned internally- for the first time, agreeing with him, “Be glad I’m literally next door—call me at any moment that pervert-”

“-Geto!”

He shrugged—a fact was a fact nevertheless.

-

And now you lay awake, still, motionless in the cramped bed—so close.

So close the man’s body lay, the one you used to know all so well—the one which disgusted you now.

“Y/n,” he called for the nth time—your mind getting all too hazy to answer—fuck was that his hand on your thigh?

Mind a mess, eyes barely open and jaw slack- you got up, not a word—none at all as you pushed your way through the room.

A knock—and then two more.

He was fast to open the door, a glass of wine in hand, brows raised in amusement—“And I was correct?”

Rage all over you, a hand pushed him away—“Shut up,” his brows only ever raised higher.

“Bother me with a drink?” It didn’t sit as much of a question — a glass poured for you all too soon as you settled on his couch.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, grabbing it with both hands, fingers you found to be shivering a little too much.

Eyes narrowed, he watched you, taking a seat beside you, “Pray tell,” he began, “Did he say something? A fight between the lovers?”

A hint of jealousy did you catch? No- of course not.

You played with your silence, and his mind—just guilty eyes meeting his, as you sipped.

“Don’t tell me,” he whispered and you pin point a sudden anger inside—“Geto,” you mumbled, “it’s fine,” you but your lip.

Suguru’s brows furrowed, it most definitely wasn’t, surely you knew that—right?

A sigh left your lips—“Sit down please,” your fingers tapped the place beside you. He nodded simply- taking a seat beside you quietly, closer to how he usually would.

Another sip—“will you just sit here or…” his words were quiet, an initiative to not make you uncomfortable, more than you already were.

“This was the reason we uh,” you paused, eyes boring into the ply wood, “back when we broke up you know,”

Another nod- nothing to offer and when you didn’t say anything else, he tilted his head, “That’s it?” You snorted.

“I’m sorry it wasn’t a 3 hour documentary,”

“Thank everyone it isn’t, I was afraid I’d have to hug and comfort you and all,”

“Disgusting,” and you both chuckled—settling into your seats. Maybe someday you’d open up more onto your ex to Suguru, something in his eyes told you that you could. But as of now, just sipping on the off-brand wine seemed alright.

In a momentary silence you two sat in, nothing too comfortable but nothing otherwise either—until a moan was heard.

Your eyes snapped to him and his to you—a bewildered “What?” Spilling from both.

You’d have asked ‘did you just moan’ had the series of moans and grunts not continued and instantly, all too clear it was.

You see, the brothel had walls paper thin—pitiable were the customers of course—and this specific night, the both of you.

“Isn’t it your room?” Suguru questioned—a chuckle included, “What the hell,” you responded back- disgust prominent on your expressions.

Another chuckle, and another until the both of you sat there giggling all together- “If that’s how he fucked you, i am very sorry,” he grinned, “no wonder you used to be so frustrated all the damn time,”

Your jaw fell first, “Shut up?” You laughed, “Was not frustrated at all,”

“Nu uh doll, pent up sexual frustration is very real—I’ve seen it in Yaga and Gakuganji-”

“-Don’t you dare compare me to him,” your voice was shrill- now above the grunts in the room beside yours—shriller than the pathetic moans your ex was paying the girl to make.

And just so, two hours the two of you spent together- shy glances and touches shyer still- but enjoyable nonetheless.

It wasn’t the first night you’d drunk together, no, and such nights were always different—the grimaces that Suguru and you wore around each other during the day were always thrown away—smiles and grins, hidden glances and soft touches—nothing more, nothing less.

It was true that you guys barely ever talked when drunk—but it was all too obvious. But tragedy lay in the way you would simply forget, you would too and he would just the same. The nights were spent flamboyant, silly flirts and sillier jokes—all means to just adore each other As to what Satoru would call it.

Shoko on the other hand called it your idiocy, the sheer annoyance masked her expressions everytime she’d watch Suguru and you tumble around each other the next morning—as if the night before never happened.

Two hours spent laughing— every once a while Suguru would gaze at you, you’d do the same. It wasn’t ever weird, no.

If respectful could be the word to define any sort of staring, that would be how you did it.

Were curses and insults only thing to befall both your conscious mind and lips for each other? Yes. Would you two actually bare your life for each other? Satoru and Shoko had always guessed a definite yes.

And just so, flitting eyes captured between his, soon jumped to his clock—“It’s 12 already,” you mused, his eyes never leaving your face—“I should head back,”

“To that pervert?” He shot instantly, “Had he been good at sex I’d understand but he’s toxic, perverted and finished in 5 minutes—bet he didn’t even get the whore to cum,”

A drunk gasp escaped you as you smacked his thigh laughing—“You’re so drunk,” you mumbled, head lolling to the side, only to end up on his shoulder—it fit perfectly.

His eyes gazed down at you, “You’re drunk too- don’t go to him. Sleep here tonight,” and had you been conscious you’d certainly have fought the idea- ‘I can defend myself’ you’d have retaliated, which you of course could’ve but not like this. Not in your drunk state.

For the saying goes all too true, drunken words are sober thoughts.

So you nodded pliantly, head resting on his shoulder still, you nodded while he watched.

So close- just a mere inches and you could—just a little more booze and perhaps.

He noticed a lot in this position, your tinted lips—the warmness of your breath and body—your messy hair and insignificant attempts to not stare at his lips—he found you adorable.

“C’mere,” he called as he slowly got up- careful to not cause you discomfort, “you can sleep on the bed,”

“And you?”

A side-shrug he passed, “I’d be no better a pervert if I crept in beside you, you know,”

“It’s your bed,” subtle desperation- his drunk mind couldn’t catch —“I’ll be fine,” and just sometimes you had to curse the gentlemen to be all so gentle.

“Night,” you muttered as a yawn went past you- eyes following his form, tidying up his room to sleep on the couch you two just sat on—“G’night idiot,” he muttered back.

And in your sleep you wouldn’t realise of the little hurt he lay down with—choosing that scum over Suguru? Thoughts such replayed in his mind over and over; he was simply aching, for your touch and feel—drunk words were a sober man’s thoughts but what of the drunk thoughts never spoken aloud?

The morning came by fast- rays bright enough to break off your slumber, you let a yawn pass by.

Usually, a surprise would’ve caught you, to find yourself in his bed but somehow- just for once, last night didn’t lay forgotten — last night’s memory embedded in the corners of the room with empty bottles lying around—suguru’s short tossed on the couch as you heard the hum of a shower.

Unsure of the prospects, you lay just there- enveloped in the certain warmth of the duvet- until the water stopped.

The door opened swift, and to mock the gravity of situation, you close your eyes in the pretence of sleep—and you were partially glad you did for soon enough the soft thud of a towel falling entered your ears—naked Suguru stood, the view shielded only by your eyelids—embarrassment yours grew.

And in that moment, you fought hard to not open your eyes- the scent of his body wash all too inviting—citrus? You made a not to tease him on that later.

“You can stop pretending, I’m decent now,” your face grew warmer—you maintained your silence.

An annoyed exhale he let out—“When I call you dumb, instances like these are exactly what I’m referring to doll,”

You scoffed- “For someone who has the audacity to walk in like that, butt-naked, you shouldn’t talk at all,” your act let go just a second after his words.

You got up from the bed—yawning and stretching, Suguru’s eyes trailed up your form as your loose shirt lifted slightly along your hands—“The water’s warm right now- might as well go shower,”

You scrunched your face, “In your shower?” Before you could add further argument, “Your other option is simply that fucker,” and you knew he’d won the argument again.

“My clothes aren’t here,” a last resort you had and you grabbed on it desperately- he tossed you a clean towel, and one of his shirts—“You can wear these inside, I’ll just go grab your luggage right now,”

You rolled your eyes- he was relentless, stubborn entirely too much and you shook your head, having no option but to comply.

-

Suguru was quick—all too quiet as he slipped into the room beside, a musky scent heavy in the room.

In bleak darkness he reached out his hand, to pick up what he assumed to be your luggage—lips turning to gag instantly when his fingers felt something slimy on it. Each and every plan to annoy your ex left his mind quick as a disgusted suguru quickly picked up the bag beside the mess he’d touched already- rushing outside, back into his room.

A sigh left his lips—disgust painted over his face as he wiped his fingers with a napkin—the other hand settling down your bag—oddly heavy, and prodded out at certain angles, his interest was piqued.

Curiosity, he blamed it upon- focused fingers reaching out to zip open your bag- he knew it was wrong but then…something told him, deep down, you wouldn’t mind.

He heard the water falling come to a stop- he’d be quick anyways, hefty fingers reaching inside your bag—suguru felt so bad but a smile guilty adorned him all the same, especially when his fingers came in contact with the silky fabric of your panties—red? he grinned.

Fingers prodded deeper still, products of your daily use coming in his hand until finally he found it—aha! His grin widened, fingers slowly pulling out the little toy in hand.

And shame would befall you all too deep for in his hands was your pink little vibrator—he chuckled—how pathetic, and on a mission? All the more. Suguru’s thoughts raced, faster than ever—dirty, he felt in the best way possible until a sudden voice managed to creep to his ears.

A moan- again, different from last night—the source being all too different too.

From the bathroom he realised, face contorting to one of amusement as he thanked this time, the brother for having walls paper thin.

And as his fingers stuffed your items back in—pocketing the vibrator and leaving a single note in your bag, to be found hours later. Just so he was done—material worth stealing in his pocket and ears pressed against the door as he listened intently, finally the a moan of his name falling from your lips.

Thus he found, it truly was nothing more than that sweet little cry of his name from you that made him all so hard every argument, with your face so close to his- flushed red with annoyance—it was amusing really, of how you threatened to kick his ass while all he could think about in moments such was to pin you hard against the wall and pound yours.

-

Your fingers moved onto close the shower- assuming the thud of the door to be a sign of suguru leaving—a sigh escaped you as you propped yourself down into the bathtub.

Your fingers worked quick—you had to be, for Suguru could be back whenever and the last thing you wanted was for him to hear you such—and you let your head fall back- fingers quick to gather the slick around your slit.

It was simply desperate, you supposed, the way the thought of seeing him naked got you all so worked up—his scent and the prospect of wearing his shirt.

But a mind so restless could only be helped so much—the inkling of him leaving the room had your legs spreading instantly, lips bitten down to control the moans.

Pathetic, you called yourself—getting off of your rival—off him, of the way he carried you the day before, hiked over his shoulder—pathetic.

More pathetic were the moans and slight groans you found yourself unable to suppress, fingers pumping in and out at a steady pace—your clit glistening with no attention as you imagined him teasing you.

A gasp escaped your lips—eyes widening at the moment as you imagined him between your thighs—he’d mark your inner thighs with kisses you knew, leave you begging for him too.

“Fu-uck,” you muttered, the pressure rising up—“m’close,” you mumbled to nobody in particular and amusing was the fact that you’d left your clit untouched as you knew Suguru would too.

Desperate sighs and moans you let go—trust in the assumption that he wasn’t back yet- he couldn’t be.

“Please,” you begged—perhaps to yourself for more stimulation—“pleasepleaseplease,” your voice a whisper as a finger you thrusted and pulled out sharp—finally a finger rolling slowly around your clit.

“Fuck,” you drew out, as your moans fought to become louder—“fuck m’lose su’” your eyes widened again, mouth turned o-shaped as the pleasure you chased finally arrived.

“Mm!!” You moaned and finally—“Fuck please Suguru!” Let out as you came on your fingers-not loud, just enough to tip him over as well as he sat listening outside your door.

Your fingers looked for it in a frenzy—you were sure you packed it—“Ready?” You head Suguru call out.

“Wait!” You shouted back—“I can’t find something,” Suguru grinned, “A brain is it?” Your door opened just as that, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Look for it later,” he mused—eyes watching your hands buried in your bag, total concentration tossed into it—sweet.

“The mission ain’t waiting for your pleasure-satisfaction, I mean,” he chuckled- your eyes narrowed.

“Whatever,” you grumbled under your breath—walking outside, basking in the warm afternoon warmth and your ex’s gaze.

“He’ll join us,” you whispered—“wouldn’t let me leave without well, threatening to kick us out,”

Suguru scratched his neck—nerves racking and a thought constant to as why he hadn’t punched your ex yet.

“Sure,” Suguru sighed—to your surprise, “we’ve to be in a club anyways, gonna maintain our distance from trash,” you chuckled beside him—a slight twinkle in the way you looked at him.

-

You walked ahead of the two boys—aware of the unmoving gaze on your form—a small black skirt—a smirk you held, hungry eyes—theirs.

“How far is it?” You made sure to question your Ex, not once did your body tilt towards Suguru on the slightest—cruel.

“Just about here,” he replied, providing no help, but you smiled nevertheless—“Thanks babe,” you giggled.

Suguru merely watched.

And he watched the entire evening—potently, as you did the exact opposite of his entire plan. He watched as you swayed your hips—with the target himself.

He watched as you grinned and giggled, letting your ex roam his hands onto your ass—he wanted to punch him right there, but he watched.

He watched as you watched him, ass grinding back into your ex, a grin on your face—and he watched as you downed three shots right after your bit of the mission was done and he watched as you draped yourself around your ex.

And as the fact lay, You weren’t really sure to what you were doing, or why.

Suguru Geto had never meant anything exactly, more than a rival of course- and a drinking buddy- and the person you admired- and a classmate you wouldn’t want to lose- and yes. Nothing more than all that, ever. So the sudden need to spite him? It was new- exhilarating, some may say.

So you wove the game- an open invitation shoved into his face; Never the watcher however, he finally moved, jaw tightened and annoyance all so present on his face.

And this time, you watched- you watched as he made sure to drug the target all too well, maintaining eye contact as he let the girls sway around him too—you watched as he slid his hands into the girl’s skirt, the one he danced with—planting a soft kiss on her neck. And you watched simply, wondering how that could’ve felt.

But a game only remained one so long until you stepped it up a notch- turning around to kiss your ex, placing deliberately, his hand on your ass- a tease.

“Get away,” he spoke through gritted teeth, a shove to your drunk boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Hey!” You yelped—“The hell?” Your eyes wide—as if innocent.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me right now,” he muttered dangerously—eyes boring into yours—“Let’s leave,” his hand reached up quick, grabbing onto yours to pull you away.

“Woah there pretty,” you called out, brows raised, “who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?”

Silence—exactly.

“You can leave if you want Geto,” such condescension laced your voice, he was almost hurt.

“You’re drunk,”

“So are you,” you snapped back—he wasn’t—you knew he wasn’t.

He blinked once, then twice, gaze persistent—begging you to come; your hardened into denial.

He sighed one last time—“Get fucked bitch,” and before you could reply, he was gone.

Gone as that—leaving you in a mess of your own emotions and an idiot of an ex-boyfriend.

-

A three day mission, two days gone by, the larger partial of the mission dealt with—you crashed onto your ex’s bed the second night, no courage found to even meet Geto’s gaze after the scene at the club.

The smell of booze was intense, your mind slightly tipsy on its own accords. With a confused heart you scrolled through your Instagram, bored.

The snores of your ex—and the girl beside him provided little entertainment—the thought of Suguru Geto in the room beside did nothing to help, you wanted relief. But all to no avail for your vibrator was ‘lost’ too and the energy to chase your high was not your preferred option.

Your eyes found its way to the clock- 12:02 a.m. it was late—‘would he be asleep?’ You wondered, fingers adamantly rubbing slow circles around your nipples—again, desperate.

Eyes closed, you fought urges to call him—just to tease of course, you could pretend to be drunk after all.

And so your thoughts fought quick—to lay bare without him or with him, eyes staring at the screen if your phone—ring!

Your eyes widened- the caller id read ‘Bangs’, you mentally convulsed. You stared at the second for a decent ten seconds—11, 12, 13–you knew he cut it any second—14, 15–“Hello?” You mumbled quick, raspy.

“Awake?” He inquired- “No,” you replied.

You welcomed his silence on the line—“Come here,”

“No,” you echoed—“don’t wanna talk to you,” you mumbled- mind hazy to how you couldn’t help the fingers swirling around your hardened nipples.

“I’m not calling here to talk,” his voice was sharp—annoyed—a silence you offered him this time.

“You think I don’t notice doll?” You could hear the smirk, “You’re probably wet just by the sound of me,”—you were—“so needy,”

“You’re the one who’s calling me Geto,” you snapped, “Really needy of you,”

“Maybe I do need you—keep rubbing, slowly, touch yourself doll, just slightly,” your mouth ran dry—you obliged without a second thought, “and maybe I have something that you need too—tell me though, can your silly little ex even touch you as good as you imagine me to, even in his dreams?,” a grin—a shit-eating grin, on his face you imagined. Such a fucking thief.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you muttered through your side of the line, an airy breath leaving you as your fingers dipped beneath your shorts—as you did exactly what he told you to—“Sure thing,” his voice polite with just the best undertones of condescension, “Just a request then, doll, check if you’re wet please,”

You could practically moan at his voice and words—you were wet, nimble fingers prodding cautiously, “I’m not,” you lied- a moan bitten back, “Seems like your needy cunt really does need the pretty pink vibrator to get ya turned on Hm?” Husky, he sounded.

“Give it back Geto,” a whine, “Come take it,” a challenge.

And however could you deny a challenge from him?

A knock, and then two more—just like last time.

The door opened just as quick—brows raised, “Yes?” He questioned as if he hadn’t just teased you through the phone 5 minutes ago—you eyed him, “I believe you stole something,”

He grinned, your frown widened—“Come inside,” his hand gently found its way onto the small of your back—the gravity of the situation slowly befell you, you regretted nothing.

You walked slow, as you’d last night, “Where is it?” You questioned, brows furrowed, “Where’s what, pretty?”

Fingers clenched you stared at him, “Enough with your games Geto—hand it the fuck back,”

You watched as he slowly walked around you, a slow pace as he ended right behind you, bending slightly to grab the soda can—something easily possible without managing to glue his dick to the round of your ass—your face burnt.

“My my, such a dirty mouth you got there doll,” you needn’t turn back to imagine his expressions, “Maybe I should punish you- you’ve been bad all night anyways,” your blood boiled at the whisper of his words- “I wouldn’t have to, had you not been the idiot you are,”

His fingers were quick on your waist, spinning you to face him—even without a surface to be pinned against, you felt trapped under his gaze.

“So mean to me,” he mumbled—eyes bearing into yours, a subtle smirk, “There are other ways of getting into a guys’ pants you know,”

Eyes narrowed you scrunched your face, “Rather fuck a-”

“-a pig before me,” he rolled his eyes, “Yeah yeah, I know doll,” a sip of his soda he took, “But that’s not what you were doing this evening Hm?” His fingers were quick to grab your chin too, urging you to look no where but his eyes.

“Tell me doll,” he pressed, “What were you trying to do Hm? Grinding against those guys’ cocks? You’re that cock-hungry? A slut?”

Red- you saw red as his words registered in your head—a shake of the head was all to be offered, “Such a pity I had to deal with this way because you can’t control yourself,” your eyes widened, shushed by a shake of his head—perhaps, reassuring.

“So tell me, what were you trying?”

You stared, like a kid caught stealing- you could only stand there guiltily, answer on the tip of the tongue, but too ashamed to mumble it out.

Suguru simply hummed, “Too embarrassed to accept it doll? That’s fine—maybe me sending pictures of your little toy or the recording of you moaning today in the morning—”

Your ears rang- no way he heard that- your mouth hung open, “You sound like a pretty bitch in heat you know,” it was simply insulting, to have him say all this- but it was in the way it felt good—in the way it made you wetter.

“Don’t,” you managed, he grinned further, “Don’t what doll?”

You rolled your eyes, seemingly unable to get out of your predicament, “Geto please,” finally—you could see he’d mentally relented already, “Please give me back my…” you paused, swallowing, “please uh- my, my vibrator, give it back please,” your face flushed.

His gaze remained fixated, “Don’t think that’s what it is, c’mon dummy, you’re smarter than this right?”

Jaw tightened, you stared at him, “Geto please, can I have my- my uh, my pretty little pink vibrator back?” The way you bit your lip so hard, Suguru was sure it would bleed any second—adorable.

He clapped right then, like a proud teacher—walking closer to you, “such an obedient doll,” so close hope stood, his breath lingering upon your face, eyes observant to every breath and sigh—smiling when he noticed your relaxed fingers.

He knew you liked this.

“Nope,” he chuckled—“don’t wanna hand it back yet,” you wanted to scream at him—you couldn’t of course.

“And you haven’t told me yet,” he continued, “why were you acting like a brat Hm?”

And somehow accepting this was worse than accepting the fact above- “I wanted..” he stared hungrily, “I wanted your attention,” everything in that moment felt more interesting than his expressions—he found you all too cute such.

“Aha,” he smiled wide, “You wanted to suck my dick so bad pretty?”

“Not everything is about your dick,” you flared—“But this is, isn’t it?” He sneered—and you quietened down again for it was.

It escalated quickly here on, his hand moving to grope your breasts—“Can i kiss you?” He murmured against your skin and as much as you wanted to humble him- to not feed into his ego, you nodded.

With his lips latched onto the supple skin of your shoulder he pulled you closer still—so very close, a you let out a soft moan, having accepted it was a lost battle to fight him anymore.

“Eager,” he gripped your jaw- making you face him again, “Aren’t we?” A chuckle rumbled deep in his chest—fingers betraying his composure too, in the hasty way they unbuttoned your shirt.

“Eager, aren’t we?” You mirrored his expression- smirking all the same as you unbuttoned his.

“Shut up,” he muttered, a simple command—but you’d be fucked truly if you listened to him of course.

“Do it yourself,” you grin- already pushed underneath him—“Aren’t even gonna tell me to stop? Thought you came here to get something? Or maybe the slut really did just want attention,” smile, condescending—and he did shut you up.

And so there you were, pinned underneath him- hungry lips searching every inch of you, mapping your body in just a certain way.

“Had I known,” he grunted in midst the frenzied kisses, “that you tasted so sweet—I’d keep you like this all the damn time rather than fighting,” you groaned against him, feeling his hard dick propped against your thigh—separated by all but a think layer of clothing—“You talk a lot, shut up,”

He let your words fall blatantly, mouth never parting from your face as it smeared around wet kisses all over it, letting a deep moan as your hands found their way into the tangled mess of his black hair, pulling slightly with every grind of his hips. A breathy moan escaped you too—His teeth nipping at the soft flesh of your ears—“this is what you want right? What you want all the damn time?”

You couldn’t care less about his taunting—until a sudden slap ended upon your face, jaw gripped by fingers—“Tell me, could those men have given it to you like I do?” Heat surged through you—pooling all the way into your abdomen.

A grin you passed and and nod—another sharp slap, it felt euphoric.

Slowly, Suguru pulled away, enticing a low groan from you—“get up,” he murmured and you obliged, black eyes staring into yours, “get up and on all fours,”

“Really gonna fuck in a brothel?” A cheeky grin you adorned, body working nevertheless, as per his words—with hands and knees planted on the bed, you gave a soft arch to your back.

The clink of his belt entered your ears, the low shudder of his clothes thrown away—“Since you love acting like a prostitute, it would only make sense, right?” A hand reached to pull away your shorts too, save for the little black thong you wore—a smirk on his face as he admired the view. His fingers were soft in the way they explored—touching and prodding every inch of your back, resting just a little too long at the curve of your ass.

Suguru geto was simply cruel in the way he administered the pleasure on you- handing you a little and taking away a whole lot for the moment his fingers came close to your clothed cunt, the moment your sensitive core could feel the slightest touch, he was gone. All too aware of the wet patch on your panties, you dared not question a thing.

Body shifted to face you, he kneeled on the bed too—your eyes widened slightly, scrolling down to the length of his cock, it was pretty you had to admit. A decent length with a girth that you knew you would have you crying later—an angry pink-ish tip welcomed you, pre-cum leaking over it.

“Go on,” he commanded, “not gonna put your whorish mouth to use doll?” And normally you’d have reciprocated his words- but just the way his hands gripped your hair, bunching it up into a ponytail of sorts- you knew he was playing. You inched closer, hesitant eyes staring up at him as you shyly licked the tip, it was salty, nothing that you truly minded.

You gulp- uncertain lips as they wrap around the top, an experimental flick to his tip you passed- a hiss escaping his pretty lips, grip tightening on your hair.

“Come now doll,” he sneered, “don’t go all shy over me now—run your mouth the way you used to suck up for that ex of yours,” you pass him a glare- mouth pulling away from his upturned cock entirely—he chuckled.

“No lie right? After all, you were begging to sleep with him doll, cozied up beside him yeah?” All the while he kept pressuring your hair, a soft cry you let out.

“You act very smart yaknow,” he rubbed his chin—“Try that again,” and with no choice but to comply — you open your mouth and insert the tip of his cock, your jaw loosening to accommodate the familiar girth of his length protruding from your oral cavity to the walls of your throat. Geto hissed at the swirl of your tongue on the underside of his dick, his free hand now on the top of your head with tufts of your hair in his fingers. "...mmhmm, this is how you should use that mouth doll, not in all that chit-chat you do,"

And if you could, in the moment you only wanted to bite his dick off- it would’ve been hilarious, had he not been holding onto the pictures and recordings—and you suck as you could, the precum’s taste all over your tongue while his grasp on your hair tightened— fingers roughly pushing your head to bob up and down.

It simply felt disgusting to be treated this way, like his slut- like his toy and only worse was the wetness between your legs that couldn’t seem to stop growing.

“Shit,” he breathed out, “Ah— shit shit, jus’ like that doll,” it felt Dirty—but so good, to have him falling apart at your touch, even if he held the control, “s’good for me yeah?” Raspy, he sounded-hips bucking into your mouth and before you could register what was happening, his fingers pushed your face to his base, his cock prodding deep down your throat, tears were quick to pool around your eyes.

And just then, he pulled out, leaving your mouth feeling hollow—finger quick to pump his shaft, lubricated by all but your spit—a string of saliva joining it still to your mouth. And right before you, Suguru came with a sharp hiss, “A-ah, fuck,” he groaned, cumming all over your face and chest—paining you in his mess.

You watched him like that for a second, unspent, eyes huge as you instantly get to suck on his thumb he shoved right into your face.

“Good girl,” he murmured— “So good f’me,” he grinned, he wasn’t done yet- not until you’d be too exhausted to even move.

He eyed your form, on all fours for him like a true slut, his eyes only held adoration as he watched his cum stain your face—his eyes, however, we’re quick to take note of your drooling mess soon.

He stood behind you now, face level with your clothed pussy—“How pathetic,” he grinned, “You got so fucking wet by me using your mouth doll?” It was the way he said it—making the statement sound so innocent and yet, “Or was it the call? You got all so wet by just my voice? But then again, should’ve known—”

—smack!!

Your body lurched forward with the sudden force—a cry escaping your lips. You heard him chuckle, “such a tease, you have to be punished right?” A shake of your head he offered, nothing against his predefined course of actions.

Another spank he lay down—lips biting down onto suppress your moans—“I’m talking to you doll—fucking answer me,” another spank, you couldn’t help the pleasure the pain from his palm provided.

Quick enough, his belt was grabbed- grabbing your arms, he shoved your form into the ass-up-face-down position, classic.

“Sorry,” you mumbled helplessly—aware of your bare ass being exposed to him as he slowly pulled down your panties.

“Fuck doll,” he bore, “you’re fuckin glistenin’,” you knew it and the fact that you knew made it all the worse—just so another spank came crashing down, a rough squeeze he offered this time too, “think I should gag you with these eh?” The cockiness all too prevalent in his voice as he pocketed your soiled panties.

A whimper you let out at his words—needy.

His eyes stared at your core, “Spread your legs for me pretty,” and even that small murmur seemed sweet to you as you obliged quickly—he chuckled.

“So obedient for me, you’re far better when you’re like this you know,”

“Savour it while it lastssss- oh” your words interrupted by a dega of his fingers down your slit—filthy.

Quick to inhale the scent of you— he spanked you again, “only use your mouth to moan and scream for me or to tell me to stop ok?” You nodded, head pressed into the mattress, heart racy.

And in that moment—the power handle shifted just a bit as Suguru moaned wantonly, nuzzling up his nose between your folds—for just in that moment, he let you guide him. A tentative tongue swivelled through your folds—lapping onto it like he was hungry, and perhaps he was top, for your attention and praise.

“Fuck- right there yes,” you moaned hazily, the grip of his fingers tightening around your thighs—sure to leave bruises, he sucked reverently, as if worshipping you in this state and form.

He didn’t tease you anymore—he couldn’t, for as much as he wanted to see you cry for him, for his touch—he was starved. And he wanted to show you too, that even in your palm he treated you better than any guy ever could.

“Mmm su!” You cried softly, mouth hanging open to just let out out moans and cries-“jus’ like that—s’ perfect,” you arched your back more for him—letting him better access to your hole as he whimpered against your clit—“So so good for me Su,” you mumbled mindlessly as His moans against your slick cunt vibrate you to your core, as he greedily laps you up, tongue-fucking the precise spot that you praised him for finding until the coil in your stomach tightens, and you brace yourself against his shoulder.

“Like that?” He groaned against your cunt, pulling away slightly only to insert a finger suddenly, “feels good baby?” He questioned, spitting onto your pussy and rubbing it all over your core messily—another finger inserted, he stretched you out slowly.

“Could your boyfriend have done this Hm?” You took note of the green in his voice—“of course he couldn’t—nothing could right doll?” You nodded hastily, too focused on chasing your high until—smack! Another spank to pull you out of it—you whined.

“S’tight doll—not even your fucking vibrator yeah,” slowly—the slight buzz of it entered your ears—eyes widening.

The hum only ever got louder as he brought your toy closer to your core—chuckling as you clenched around still air—“so desperate—who do you belong to Hm?”

Silence you offered, not even a moan as he rubbed the vibrator around your core—he grinned devilishly, “Now is not the moment to play games doll—” you groaned at the touch of the vibrator.

“Oh?” He smiled, “don’t want it? Isn’t this what you came for in the first place?”

Another swift smack—this time on your pussy, you clenched and cried all together—“Ah!” His fingers curled up inside you—“I’m talking to you—Mm! Yeah- talking to you doll,” he grunted, watching you fall apart—another sharp spank on the same spot had tears building up in your eyes again.

“Who does this slutty pussy belong to? Who do you think about when you cum doll?” You never wanted to feed his ego but in the way, he cruelly pulsated his fingers inside you—teasing your clit slowly with the vibrator you couldn’t help it.

“You,” you breathed out- “Fuck s’you—all you,”

“Scream my name doll, let your ex know it too,” and just then he pulls his fingers away too, and the vibrator—latching onto your clit, his tongue again, swirling and swiping—until, it was there.

And all in a moment, it hits you like a wave—pleasure washing all over you as you cum all over his tongue—shuddering and shaking through it, riding his tongue out as you did so.

If you could look behind and spot him, you’d be all too pleased I assure you, with cheeks flushed he kneeled behind you, lips swollen and covered in your cum.

“Shit,” he groaned after a moment of silence, his and yours, “Pretty sure you woke the whole hotel up with your moans ya know,” and just like that, he was back at his usual self—“Shut up,” you mumbled, moving your arms to remind him to untie you.

He was quick to settle you back into a sitting position—propped against his chest you lay, head resting on his shoulder—“You want something? Water?” He inquired, concerned eyes boring into yours, you shook your head, he nodded.

You sat there a moment, “It’s 1:30 already,” you mumbled, just like last night—“I should go,” he grinned again, “I would, had your ex been a better fuck than me,” you giggled at his words—“Certainly more entertaining,” you gingerly spoke—“Liar,” he chuckled.

“And please,” his fingers teasing your nipples now—slow, steady circles, “I’m not letting you go until I’ve made you cum at least thrice more,”

“Suguru!”

“And now you say my name?” A deep laughed rumbled as he held you close—“uh- suguru,” you looked at him closely, “Can you delete those…the pictures and all?”

He chuckled again—already aware of your angry gaze the moment he replied, “my doll really is dumb yeah? You think I would care enough to film you when I could cum at the sound of you moaning?”

“What the fuck Geto?”

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