#endo x reader smut

[sugurouge]

— take control ft. endo yamato, suo hayato, umemiya hajime x f!reader

content warnings! nsfw, mentions of dynamic roles, pet names, praise, marking for endo, teasing

a/n: big big thank you to @hayatoseyepatch for her help!! wouldn't have been able to come up with these scenarios without being able to yap about endo

—With ENDO, everything feels like a game. Not for power, but for sheer fun. You love his playfulness, love the way he flirts with you until your heart beats as if you’re freshly in love.

But in the bedroom? Well, so far you've remained slightly shy, more reliant on his instructions, learning eagerly, soaking up everything you could about his body, about his quirks.

It all narrows down to this moment, to your hands pushing against his shoulders with unwavering eye contact. “Let me try something,” you speak softly. You can almost see sparks go off behind his gaze. Oh, he was hoping to fuel your confidence, to make you feel as hot as you are in his eyes. And here you finally are.

He’s putty in your hands, almost too willingly falling into the sheets as you straddle him. “Anything, anything you want,” he breathes, giving his consent.

What a beauty you are.

The grin on your lips drives him mad; you look like a vixen, his little demon. Forgive him for pressing up into you, the greed is getting to his head. It’s impossible for him to keep that stupidly proud grin off his face. Not when you so deliciously explore his tattooed arms, dragging along his pale skin to add hues of pink and red along the harsh black lines as you kiss his neck and exposed chest.

Who would have thought Endo could make a sound like that? So needy, so affected. You knew he loved you; you weren’t aware he adored you this much.

“Don’t fall apart so early on, Yamato,” you tease him. It feels good to be in his position for once.

“Get too cocky and you’ll find yourself on your back, missy,” he quips back at you. Endo’s fingers dig into the back of your neck, pulling you forward, breathing you in with open-mouthed kisses. A great reminder of how easily he could regain control if he wanted to.

You have to break free once you lower yourself down his cock. The position offers new, unexplored sensations as he almost effortlessly reaches that gummy spot inside. You shake your head in a desperate effort to clear your cloudy thoughts, to centre yourself back to earth. “Mh? Does it feel good, baby? Feeling a little dizzy?” he coos, his cat-like grin returning as he sees you struggle. How could he not be a brat? It is impossible for Endo to shut up for once. There’s a need tugging at the back of your mind to leave him speechless.

Your hands find support on his shoulders, hips moving languidly to drag yourself along his length. His head falls back into the pillows, nails digging into the supple flesh of your ass as he huffs sounds of content. In return, you litter his neck with kisses, your hips relentless as they move up and down, embracing him fully only to lift yourself off again. The final nail in his coffin is the love marks you leave on him, breaking the thin skin around his neck and chest, making him walk around with his own sort of gold medals.

“Keep going, baby, fuck, I’ma go crazy.” The confession rewards Endo tenfold, that beautiful feeling of your walls tightening around his stretch only pushing him further towards sweet release.

You can bet he will be addicted to seeing you on top.

— Nobody knows you better than SUO. One look, and he can practically speak your thoughts out loud. It’s one of his biggest advantages, especially when he turns you into a blabbering mess, a feverish state of mind, whenever he takes care of you. It was never open for debate for you to lift a finger, to initiate sultry activities. He is practically already on his knees for you if the tone of your voice shifts or if your eyes have a longing hidden behind that sweet look. There was never a chance to be anything but at his mercy.

Or so he thought.

He muses upon your claim of his body, over your cute attempts at taking control. Your proclamation of “I want to please you” only met by his “You always please me; you have no idea how much you please me.” The roll of your eyes is utterly amusing to Hayato, yet he keeps his gentle mask up. He lets you have your five minutes of control. You will beg him for help in no time regardless.

But the sight of you from this angle is heavenly, Suo admits. His gaze is fixated on the bounce of your tits, and he bites back the groan in his throat. You feel heavenly, tightening so well around him as your hips move up and down. Every so often, you even mix up the tempo, the style. He gives you kudos for that.

But there is frustration hidden in your pretty face. Frustration because something is amiss, isn’t it? Hayato notices it almost immediately, almost before you yourself can feel it. “Don’t stop now,” he spurs you on, the condescending tone behind his gentle words flying past you. “You look so pretty for me, trying so hard…”

You practically struggle to feel good. Too spoiled by all the little tricks and touches Hayato usually uses to make you crumble in his grasp. The idea of control sounded so good, so enticing. Why isn’t it just like you imagined? He looks heavenly beneath you. The crimson of his hair is even more vivid against the white bed sheets, the final rays of sunlight highlighting the pretty gleam in his gaze. And the mischief written all over his handsome features. “You wanted this,” he says softly, “you wanted to bounce on me, wanted to show me what you’ve got, hm? Where did all that fighting spirit go now that you struggle to cum?”

How can he talk so much, raining teasing words on your messy mind while you fail to form coherent thoughts? His chuckle follows as you shake your head, smaller hands fighting to push him back into the bed sheets. “I can do it!” you exclaim. Who are you trying to convince here?

Surely not him, as he simply pushes you to fall on your back, legs pressed into your chest, his hands resting on the back of your knees as he pushes himself into you. “You were so cute, really, baby, so pretty and foolish…” God, his moans are heavenly.

“But you need me, need this, so let me,” he whispers into your skin before busying himself with your tits, tongue dragging against your nipple to have you burn with desire. His nails drag along your skin, digging into your thighs before toying with your clit.

You tried. :) 

— UMEMIYA loves to give. Loves to make you feel loved, adored, satisfied. He loves to make love to you. Yes, that's what he calls it. It’s always about you, in the best way possible. He feels his very own form of pleasure when he sees you drowning in ecstasy.

But naturally, you want to give back. You want to give him as much attention as he deserves. You've tried before, but somehow he is always so smooth at returning the focus back to your body, promising you that this is what he needs as well.

But then why would his eyes widen so much as you push him back against the headboard? Mouth forming into a surprised little ‘o’ as you straddle his lap, yet his hands immediately come to rest on your hips while you tell him, “Let me do this for you, Haji.”

“I’m all yours, angel.” There’s a beautiful smile forming on his lips, eyes filled with pure adoration as he practically drowns in yours. How could your heart not skip a beat?

“Do whatever you want with me, I’ll behave,” he promises. And you move so perfectly on top of him, two bodies becoming one as you surround him whole. Arms wrapped around his neck, slow and controlled movements of your hips to feel him deep inside you. Eye-roll-worthy sparks explode in your stomach, the greed to cum slowly clouding your mind.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he huffs into your skin, kissing along your shaky arms as your movements turn a little wild, a little clumsy. “Love you, love you, I—” a pant interrupts your babbles, hands starting to paw along his back, nails scratching up Ume’s neck and fingers grasping into his silver strands.

Yep, you get clingy. You always get clingy when you’re about to cum.

“Keep going, ‘m so close as well,” he swears to you between the small space of your lips. The palm of his hand finds the perfect spot on your lower back. You don’t even notice how he takes over control, how he fails to not make this about you. Not when the arch in your back has his cock hit your gummy spot again, pushing the tip along the ripples so perfectly you could cry from pleasure. Ume swallows your moans, lips moving deeply against yours, just how you need it when you see stars.

He'd never let you know the dirty trick he just pulled. You look too happy, too high to remember everything that just took place. And he’s so pretty, skin flushed red and a mess of a bedhead you created as you remain seated on his lap. This is perfection.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

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LEGAL AFFAIRS ⋆✦⋆ endo yamato

synopsis ➸ you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve defended him in court. but you both know the real battle starts when the courtroom clears—and it always ends the same way.

tags ➸ dub-con, friends with benefits/casual relationship, mentions of past infidélity (reader and her bf), posséssive!endo, unheàlthy/tòxic relationship dynamics, mentions of a blòwjob, degràdation, mild objectifícation, gróping, name-calling, praise kínk, one clít slàp, unprotected séx, manhàndling, bitíng, squírting, overstimúlation, nípple play, cunnílingus, dírty talking

wc ➸ 11.4k

note ➸ first time writing for him. i haven’t read the manga in a couple of months so im not sure if everything is accurate. but feedback is always welcome :)

The heavy oak doors swung shut behind you with a hollow thud, the sound echoing down the empty courthouse hallway in eerie finality. You let out a shuddering exhale, tension seeping from your shoulders as the insistent throbbing behind your eyes finally began to ebb.

Another case settled. Another potential crisis averted by the slimmest threads of your persuasive talents and intimate knowledge of legal loopholes. You closed your eyes for a beat too long, allowing the hazy vestiges of lingering adrenaline to slowly bleed away.

When your lids parted once more, movement at the periphery of your vision made you stiffen instinctively - every finely honed survival instinct snapping back to full alertness in an instant. But you knew that silhouette, that effortless leonine prowl all too intimately. The familiar sight made a very different breed of anxious anticipation begin twisting low in your gut instead.

"Endo..." You breathed his surname before you could reconsider addressing him directly. "I should have known you'd still be lingering around after the verdict like a bad stench."

Your biting sarcasm sliced through the stifling quiet of the deserted hall. But if your former childhood friend detected the undercurrents of venom lacing the syllables, he paid it no outward heed. That familiar smirk you'd once found so infuriatingly roguish tugged his lips as Endo sauntered closer, those piercing ice-chip eyes glinting with undisguised amusement from beneath the hooded fall of his tousled raven hair.

"Well hey there, gorgeous," he practically purred, making your hackles rise defensively even as your traitorous pulse kicked up a notch. "That's no way to greet the guy whose ass you just pulled from the fire again, is it?"

Despite the dim lighting of the derelict courthouse corridor, you were starkly aware of every harsh angle and shadowed hollow defining Endo's striking features as he slid into your personal space. All arrogant masculinity and coiled intensity, he radiated careless confidence like an elemental force to be reckoned with - yet another seismic reality to keep corralled through the precise application of your legal talents.

Not for the first time, you found yourself gritting your teeth against the inexplicable cocktail of heady memories, hard-won conditioning, and lingering attraction swirling nauseatingly through your psyche. Because of course the mere sight of Endo Yamato, equal parts adolescent menace and forbidden temptation, would undermine your meticulously maintained composure so effortlessly.

"You make it sound like I go out of my way to tarnish my otherwise spotless professional reputation slumming as your personal legal pit bull for fun," you sneered, shoulders drawing back instinctively as he drifted ever closer - near enough for his tall, broad-shouldered frame to loom over you in a silent brand of dominance your senses recognized before higher reasoning could override them.

Endo snorted out a low, rough chuckle that sparked electric shivers rippling outwards from your abdomen in involuntary awareness. You refused to be cowed, however, keeping your spine rigid and your chin tilted imperiously despite the magnetic force of his presence working to undermine your airs like an implacable tide against your battlements.

"And here I was gonna tell you how much I appreciate you working your legal magic for my benefit..." Endo went on in that infuriatingly nonchalant rasp, tilting his noble visage to study you through those smoldering bedroom eyes as he spoke. "But clearly Miss High and Mighty Hotshot Attorney doesn't need my gratitude cluttering up the conversation."

You bristled outwardly in response but your innate defensiveness came more from the fact that you could feel your pulse rabbiting beneath your skin - far too attuned to the electrified current passing between your bodies despite the empty space yet separating your forms. Something shivered in the taut lines of Endo's frame too, a deft micro-adjustment that confirmed your every hyper-tuned instinct reading the same unspoken message:

This encounter was mere prologue to the main event yet to unfurl between your joined existences tonight. And the undercurrents of delicious inevitability thickening the air around you both were silently calibrating - piquing senses and stoking the pyre of long-starved want seething through each set of stuttering nerve-endings like an unseen arsonist.

One of Endo's broad palms lifted, fingers grazing featherlight along your jawline in a silken graze that made your breath stall behind your clenched teeth. You glared balefully but couldn't quite summon the resolve to retreat from his branding caress, skin erupting into needling gooseflesh beneath his shameless mapping of sensations.

"Besides...isn't this the part where we skip straight to the after-party activities, sweetheart?" He husked, the raw desire in his voice sending a shiver down your spine. His lithe frame pressed closer until you could feel the heat radiating off his body. "You know, make that infuriatingly sexy brain of yours short-circuit for a little while at least?"

The brazen suggestion hung heavily between you, stoking memories you'd tried in vain to repress. Images flickered through your mind unbidden - of Endo pinning you against seedy motel room walls, teeth grazing your neck as those skilled hands roamed over every inch of your bared skin. His muscular thighs bracketing your hips as you sank down onto him with a muffled cry, your nails scoring lines down the inked canvas of his back in ecstasy.

You recalled with visceral clarity the way his sculpted abdomen flexed as he took you with punishing strokes, forcing breathless keens from your parted lips. The blissful burn of his cock stretching you open, possessing you so completely in the aftermath of every legal battle you fought to keep him out of jail. Endo worshipping your body with his sinful mouth, driving you higher and higher until your climaxes crashed over you both in shattering waves of rapture.

Despite the many times you'd sworn it would be the last, you always found yourself succumbing to Endo's intoxicating allure again. Falling back into the delirious spiral of primal need and rough sex that left you both spent and aching for more. There was an unspoken magnetism that drew you together and you couldn't hope to resist.

You blinked hard, Endo's heated stare and sinful smirk snapping you back to the present. Your pulse thundered in your ears, skin flushed hot despite the crisp courthouse air. This couldn't keep happening...could it? You shored up your resolve, drawing yourself up to meet his gaze squarely despite your body's blatant betrayal.

"Not this time, Endo," you said, proud when your voice emerged steady and firm. "We're done with this cycle. For real this time."

One dark brow quirked upward as he studied you with blatant amusement. Rather than deterred, he seemed intrigued by your adamant refusal - a new game to play and conquer. Endo leaned in until his lips brushed the sensitive shell of your ear, voice dropping to a gravelly murmur that sent heat lancing straight to your core.

"Sure about that, Princess? Because I can still smell how fucking wet you are for me..." He let the words linger as his tongue traced the delicate whorls of your ear, teeth grazing your lobe with just the barest hint of pressure. "I think your mind hasn't caught up with how much your greedy little cunt still craves me buried deep inside you."

A mortified whimper slipped past your lips at his crude insinuation, body betraying you as your thighs clenched instinctively. God, why did his filthy words affect you so viscerally? You knew you should push him away and storm off, but your limbs felt frozen in place under his magnetic pull.

You squeezed your eyes shut, fighting against the molten desire coiling low in your abdomen. "Stop it, Endo," you managed in a strained whisper. "Just...stop."

Rather than obey, his nose nuzzled along your jaw in a teasing caress. "You know you don't really want me to stop, Princess," he rumbled against your tingling skin. Warm breath ghosted over your neck as he pressed closer still. "Your pretty lips might be saying no, but that sweet little cunt of yours is begging me to take what's mine again."

His wicked words pierced straight through your rapidly deteriorating defenses, setting your nerves ablaze. You could practically feel your resolve crumbling, rational thoughts stampeded by the carnal reminder of how Endo had always reduced you to a quivering, wanton mess under his dominance.

Gathering every ounce of your remaining willpower, you planted your palms against Endo's firm chest and shoved him backwards with surprising force. He stumbled slightly, arching a brow in what looked like genuine shock at your uncharacteristic defiance.

"I said no, Yamato," you bit out firmly, desperately ignoring the way his ruffled hair and flushed lips made your mouth go dry with want. "This was the last time, end of story. I'm not cleaning up your messes anymore or letting you derail my life just so you can get your rocks off whenever the itch strikes."

Rather than shrink from your harsh rebuke, Endo's expression settled into a lazy smirk - the calm before the storm. "That's what you think this is? Just a booty call to help scratch an itch?" His gaze raked over your body in a molten perusal that had you flushing hotly. "If that's all I wanted, I could find a dozen random whores to plow through whenever I got a little antsy. But you and I both know it's never been that simple between us, [Y/N]."

You wanted to protest, but the words died on your lips. Because beneath the seductive bravado, Endo's taunts rang with an undeniable truth. The explosive, shameless passion you shared arose from somewhere far deeper and more primal than just base physical cravings. It was a soul-scorching, cosmic pull that defied loyalty or principles or even free will itself.

Endo watched the myriad of emotions flickering over your features before letting out a slow exhale. "Look, if you're serious about cutting ties completely, then fine - I'll walk away after tonight. But at least let me buy you one last drink first, yeah? Let's toast our... special friendship properly before going our separate ways."

Your eyes searched his, hunting in vain for any hint of agenda or manipulation. All you found was that infuriatingly cavalier smolder you knew so well, daring you to refuse his request as if he already knew you'd cave eventually. Just like you always did.

"Just one drink?" you asked at last with heavy skepticism. Endo offered you a slow, heated smile that had your pulse kicking up instinctively.

"Scout's honor," he murmured, winking conspiratorially. "We can play it real classy for our big final hurrah." His large, calloused hand extended in silent invitation, and despite your better judgement you found yourself reaching out to take it.

Endo's fingers curled around yours possessively as he pulled you flush against his powerful frame once more. Those chiseled features were set in a predatory cast of cocky assurance as if he already knew you'd be too intoxicated by his mere presence to break free again so easily.

"Just relax and let me take you for one more spin around the block, Princess," he rumbled in a seductive timbre that made your knees go weak. "And who knows? Maybe you'll find you don't actually want to walk away after all."

You swallowed hard, refusing to concede to the anticipation gnawing inside you. For all his bravado, you told yourself Endo was wrong about this being more than a final closing of the door between you. This drink would be nothing more than a polite farewell toast, even as your heart hammered a staccato percussion of excited denial.

The bar Endo steered you towards was far more upscale than you'd anticipated. Rich, burgundy leather booths lined the dimly lit interior while ambient jazz crooned from unseen speakers, lending an almost sensual ambiance to the air. You arched a skeptical brow as the immaculately dressed host led you towards one of the more secluded alcove tables tucked discreetly away.

"What's all this?" you murmured as Endo's palm found the small of your back, ushering you ahead of him with proprietary ease. "Since when do you frequent places that require actual dress codes?"

He leaned in close so his lips brushed the delicate shell of your ear, voice a low rumble that made your pulse spike traitorously. "What, you think I can't do classy for our final encore?"

There was a dangerous edge of challenge lingering beneath the teasing lilt of his words. You shot him a withering look over your shoulder, but couldn't quite banish the shiver of anticipation his proximity awoke low in your belly.

"Just don't go overboard trying to impress me, Endo," you shot back lightly, willing your voice not to waver.

The smirk he flashed you was all teeth and sin. "Now where's the fun in that, Princess?"

You rolled your eyes overtly to deflect from the treacherous fluttering in your chest. But as Endo's palm settled at the small of your back once more to guide you into the plush booth, you had to admit the upscale venue lent an exciting new illicitness to your sordid history. Even now, surrounded by muted sophistication, you could vividly picture him bending you over the polished bar for a delirious claiming right there amidst the hobnobbing elites.

Despite your determination to keep things platonic and focused, Endo seemed to settle into your shared surroundings with predatory ease - like a lion effortlessly blending into the brush to stalk its prey. While you perused the menu of top-shelf liquors with reluctant curiosity, he watched you with those piercing glacier eyes, undisguised hunger simmering behind the casual sprawl of his pose.

"So," he drawled after the waiter had taken your orders, voice dropping an octave in that way designed to make your thighs clench instinctively. "Now that we've gone and gotten all gussied up, figured we should make the most of it and have a proper final toast, yeah?"

You eyed him warily over the rim of your initial whiskey neat, unsure where exactly he intended to steer the conversation from here. Experience had taught you that Endo's deceptively lazy demeanor often belied calculated intent - usually of the variety designed to seduce or unsettle you in equal provocative measure.

"Oh? And what exactly does a 'proper toast' entail in your book?" You opted for sardonic deflection, already tasting the bittersweet truth lingering behind his silken words.

Those striking blue eyes of his glinted dangerously from beneath hooded lids as Endo reclined further into the cushy leather backing. You watched his distractingly full lips curve in the barest hint of a smirk around the crystal tumbler. When he spoke again, his inflection seemed off-handedly casual - though you knew better than to dismiss the banked heat lacing every syllable.

"Well, I figured if we're gonna bid a permanent adieu to our...friendship, we ought to take a trip down memory lane first." Endo's stare burned like twin lasers into the side of your face until you reluctantly dragged your gaze back to meet his. "For old times' sake, baby. Don't tell me you've already forgotten all the fun we've shared over the years?"

His words, coupled with that unmistakable sensual rasp curling around each syllable, punched the air from your lungs in a shuddery exhale. Of course Endo would opt to take this path - revisiting your tangled past and the scorching trail of sins committed under the thrall of your explosive chemistry. But even as indignation flared instinctively at his shameless provocation, you realized a deeper truth in the back of your mind:

Despite the chaos and heartache, some wistful kernel of you still cherished and clung to the delirious history you'd spun with Endo against all reason or consequences. Those moments of rapture where only your tangled bodies and the communion of souls unraveling existed.

As if sensing the direction of your contemplations, Endo's wolfish grin widened by a few molten degrees. His tongue darted out to trace the seam of his bottom lip - a painfully lewd gesture he knew would transfix your undivided attention.

"Don't tell me that pretty mouth's forgotten how to suck dick properly, counselor," he purred in a cadence dripping sin and blatant masculine confidence. "Because I've got more than a few hazy memories of you choking on my thick cock while tearstained and desperate for more..."

Your breath hitched almost imperceptibly, but Endo's laser-focus never wavered. Of course he would lead with the most visceral reminder of your depraved bedroom antics - the times you'd utterly surrendered control to worship the most intimate, physical part of him with mouth and hands. Those memories swamped you in tandem with his filthy reminisce at the worst possible moment.

You saw flashes of Endo's powerful body looming over you, scarred and virile, as you nuzzled into the taut vee of his straining abs with kittenish flicks of your eager tongue. Sinking down his rigid shaft with a lewd moan until your makeup streaked salty tears from the exquisite stretch of him prying you open. The way he'd hiss encouragement through gritted teeth, hips undulating to chase your bobbing mouth's suction as you eagerly deepthroated every delicious inch of him...

A sudden jolt jarred you from the sensual reverie with heated cheeks. Endo was regarding you smugly, eyes glittering across the table in feral triumph.

"Mmm...yeah, I can see those dusty old spank bank files are all updating nicely in that brilliant head of yours," he rumbled in a tone ribbed with masculine satisfaction. "Don't go shy on me now, Princess. We're just getting back in our groove before the grand finale, after all."

You swallowed hard against the flush of embarrassment mixed with indecent excitement coursing through your veins. Despite your earlier conviction, the truth was that part of you longed to indulge in this carnal nostalgia tour Endo offered. To let your most depraved, uninhibited self free to revel in the ecstasy of worshipping and being claimed by her perfect match one final time.

But of course Yamato wouldn't stop there. Having glimpsed the first tendrils of your resistance cracking, he ruthlessly pressed on - ripping the scab off one of your most potent shared regrets with punishing alacrity.

"Speaking of perfect cocksucking form..." he drawled with an indolent roll of his broad shoulders, gaze turning molten once more. "Whatever happened to that wet little side-piece you tried playing house with for a while there? That nice guy accountant I always felt just knew you were letting him pound that greedy pussy on the regular?"

The sudden mention of your ex hit like a lash straight across your composure. You recoiled, anger and resentment congealing into a churning conflagration in your core at Endo's utter lack of tact or pity in casually disinterring such raw wounds from your shared history.

Before you could fire off the scathing retort hovering behind your teeth, Endo simply barreled past your seething glower - all traces of humor vanishing behind a mask of inhuman intensity that stole the breath from your lungs anew.

"Don't think I don't remember how his sad puppy-dog eyes used to track me whenever I showed up to claim my sloppy seconds fresh outta you, Princess," he intoned with sadistic relish, tongue tracing his bottom lip with needling intent. "Always scanning you for hints of where my fat cock had been stretching out those swollen little lips or blooming bruises down your perfect thighs...while he got to lap at my handiwork like the pathetic cuck bitch he was."

The words seemed to sear across the vulnerable hollows of your psyche with ruthless efficacy. Endo's stark unpacking of all your most shameful pasts hit like barbs tearing flesh - resurrecting a maelstrom of emotional turmoil you'd naively hoped to leave behind when moving on from that chapter of your life. But as his taunting smirk curled higher and the glint of wolfish victory flashed behind those glacial irises, you realized he was nowhere near finished lancing your deepest regrets and indignities wide open just yet.

"Face facts, sweetheart," he crooned with rich malevolence, leaning forward over the tabletop to pin you in place with his magnetic presence alone. "You let that poor bastard play pretend for a little while, sure - but we both know he could never truly own that greedy slut-body of yours the way I've fucked you down to the core of your being countless times before."

The sound of your whiskey glass trembling against the tabletop was deafening, nerves shuddering beneath the incendiary weight of his revelations. Because despite your anger, despite your every intention to maintain a cool, dismissive front, Endo's stark unpacking of your sordid history resonated with undeniable truth.

You remembered the guilt-soaked nights you'd clung to your then-boyfriend's sleeping form like a lifeline - desperately fighting away the muscle memories of Endo's brutal claiming and carnal ownership every time his chiseled features or punishing physique flashed behind your lids.

The hot, festering shame of enduring the most transcendent pleasures imaginable in Endo's arms only hours earlier before stumbling home to the man you swore fidelity to under far more mundane circumstances. The disconnect, the psychic sundering, and dissonance had very nearly driven you past the brink of stability on several occasions as your tangled allegiances strained under the immense gravity shared between you and Yamato.

"You tried to run from this perfect fucked up union we share, Princess," Endo continued in a molten growl that punched straight through your trembling defenses. "But I'll always be buried so deep and tangled in the root of your core that you could never shake me, no matter how many bullshit half-measure replacements you cobbled together along the way."

Suddenly, he was leaning in so close you could trace every rugged detail of his classically handsome features and smell the tang of whiskey on his tongue. Those blue eyes blazed with bruising intensity, appetite naked and unapologetic as he surveyed you with cool possession.

"Don't act all torn up over it, baby," Endo breathed, cupping the delicate line of your jaw with commanding insistence until your gazes locked irreversibly. "It's who and what we are - two beautiful flesh tapestries of depravity woven together at the souls to bring out the worst in one another..."

His words seemed to scour away the last lingering pretenses between you like gritty sandpaper, laying bare the churning truths of your psyches in one scouring revelatory blast. Because in the end, Yamato had always been the only mirror capable of reflecting the ravenous hunger and unshakable darkness lurking deep in your core without flinching or casting judgment as a result.

You opened your mouth to respond - to rebut Endo's provocative litany or perhaps surrender fully to the naked truth burning between you. But any retort shriveled on your tongue as a familiar voice cut through the dim ambiance of the bar.

"Well I'll be damned! If it isn't the city's most cutthroat legal pit-bull herself gracing us mere mortals with her presence."

You whipped around in your seat to find one of your former high-profile clients beaming at you from across the lounge area. Watanabe Takumi, local celebrity chef and serial philanderer, looked every inch the roguish charmer in his designer suit and wolfish grin.

"Mr. Watanabe," you greeted with a polite smile, tamping down the flare of embarrassment at being unexpectedly spotted out at such an intimate venue. "Fancy running into you here of all places."

Despite the charged tension still crackling between you and Endo, you moved to rise out of ingrained courtesy. But Watanabe waved you off, already sidling up to your secluded alcove with that same easy swagger.

"Please, no need for formalities between friends," he chuckled, those hazel eyes flickering with undisguised appreciation as they raked over your form. "And might I say you're an absolute vision in that dress tonight, darling."

You forced out an awkward titter at his unsubtle flattery, silently cursing whoever had assigned you Watanabe's high-profile divorce proceedings a few years back. While his team had ultimately triumphed with your ruthless counsel, Watanabe himself had exhibited a flair for testing your professional boundaries throughout the whole lurid saga.

Now Endo shifted in unmistakable interest from beside you, eyes flicking between the two of you with a leonine gleam you recognized all too well. Before you could politely disengage from Watanabe's advances, that low rasp sent a shiver racing straight down your nape.

"Well aren't you going to introduce your old friend here to your...dinner companion for the evening, Princess?"

The emphasis laden into that final endearment brooked no misinterpretation of his sudden prickling territoriality. You fought back a wince, already sensing the disastrous collision course taking shape as Watanabe openly regarded your companion for the first time.

Unfortunately, he seemed to view Endo's silent smolder and rugged good looks as some sort of unspoken challenge rather than a warning. Those hazel irises sparked with clear masculine relish at the prospect of some impromptu romantic rivalry.

"You sly minx!" Watanabe chuckled, shaking his head in exaggerated disbelief. "Here I'd thought this was just another quiet evening out for the hardest working woman I know. But look at you all dolled up with tall, dark, and handsome for company!"

Before you could get a word in edgewise, Watanabe had plopped down onto the opposite side of your booth and extended a hand across the table with a broad, charming smile.

"Watanabe Takumi. Honored to make your acquaintance, my friend."

His greeting hung in the stifling air for several beats, tension thickening inexorably around Endo's thunderous silence. You could practically see the muscle twitching in the sharp cut of his jawline as he visibly wrestled with his rising temper.

When he finally moved, the scorching brand of his palm settled against the back of your neck in a grip just shy of painful possession. Your pulse kicked up traitorously at the intimate claiming gesture as Endo leaned across the table with pantherlike grace - eyes chips of arctic ice boring into Watanabe with unfiltered menace.

"The name's Endo Yamato," he purred with deceptive softness, powerful body radiating dangerous charisma from every angled line. "Though my girlfriend tends to call me plenty of...other little endearments when we're getting rough."

The verbal gauntlet smacked heavily against Watanabe's cockiness, his bravado withering under the stark acknowledgment of your intimate attachment to Endo. His well-manicured hand faltered mid-air before withdrawing numbly back across the table.

"I...see," he managed at length with an audible squirm of embarrassment. "Well I ah, didn't meant to intrude on what I now realize was a private evening."

You could practically taste the raw antagonism and primal masculine ego thrumming between the two men. Despite your better instincts, something hot and undeniable kindled low in your abdomen as you watched the unspoken clash of prowess unfold before you.

"Smart decision," Endo crooned, somehow making the words sound like a thinly veiled threat rather than empty praise. He shifted imperceptibly, cutting Watanabe's line of sight towards you off entirely with the imposing wall of his torso.

"Why don't you go ahead and get back to whatever new little plaything or legal matter you're hustling these days?" Endo continued with predatory, unhurried enunciation, the tip of his tongue tracing the seam of his lower lip on the final syllables. "I'm sure there are plenty of desperate cum-dumpsters willing to throw themselves at you all night without needing to cockblock a private date, am I right?"

The sudden transition from civil discourse to sexually-charged intimidation seemed to make Watanabe's blood run cold. You watched the flush of embarrassment drain from his features, skin taking on an unhealthy pallor as he eyed the promise of violence hovering over Endo's still frame like a thunderhead.

He swallowed audibly, throat bobbing above the crisp knot of his tie. "I uhh...I think you're right," Watanabe stammered, easing himself back from the booth with jerky motions. "Terribly sorry for interrupting, folks. Just ah...just enjoying a quiet evening out with my plus-one, as you said."

With that, the disgraced celebrity chef beat a hasty retreat without so much as a backwards glance - his tail thoroughly tucked between his legs. You watched him disappear through the throng with a certain hollow resignation, already anticipating the storm swelling just behind your shoulder from Endo.

Sure enough, no sooner had Watanabe vanished from sight than your erstwhile lover rounded on you with undisguised displeasure carved into his striking features. Endo's hand found your chin in a vice-grip, wrenching you around to meet his glacial stare head-on.

"I know you love to act like a desperate little cock-tease, Princess," he practically snarled, the words dripping with visceral menace as his blazing eyes bored into yours. Any trace of seductive charm had evaporated, replaced by a dark storm of possessive fury. "But letting assholes like him try to poach my woman from under my nose, right in front of me? That's crossing the fucking line."

You bristled at his crude insinuation, anger and indignation roaring through your veins like wildfire. How dare he speak to you with such blatant disrespect and sexist condescension? The mere implication that you were some vapid little plaything to be leered at or "poached" by other men made your jaw clench hard enough to ache.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that again," you bit out in a low, dangerous tone - eyes flashing with thinly leashed rage. "I'm nobody's 'woman' or desperate cock-tease, you arrogant prick."

Rather than cowing him, your vehement rebuke seemed to further stoke the inferno of possessive fury blazing behind Endo's piercing glare. He leaned forward, crowding you against the booth until the heady musk of his cologne mingled with the faint tang of whiskey on his lips to make your head swim.

"The hell you aren't," he snarled, upper lip curling to expose the barest hint of teeth in a feral snarl. "I saw the way you were letting that greasy bastard eye-fuck you right in front of me like it was open season, [Y/N]. Don't try denying your little slut tendencies when we both know how much it gets you off provoking my jealousy..."

You opened your mouth to unleash a torrent of vitriol back in his face, utterly appalled by his vulgar misogyny and audacious projections. But Endo wasn't finished ruthlessly airing his depraved assumptions yet. One rough hand tangled in your hair, gripping a fistful to wrench your head back until your lips parted on a gasp of indignant pain.

"Yeah, that's it..." he purred like a predator savoring the first scents of its trapped prey. "Get all riled up and fighting mad for me, sweetheart. You know it just makes me want to bend your feisty little ass over this table and fuck some manners back into that gorgeous mouth of yours even harder..."

Despite your rising fury, every base instinct within you seemed to sharpen at the leashed violence in his words. Your pupils blew wide, breath hitching as forbidden tendrils of sick arousal began unfurling in the pit of your stomach. Because Endo had always possessed an unnerving talent for rousing your most depraved hungers with the barest provocation - stripping away your veneer of civility until only your most primal, wanton core remained exposed to his piercing wolf's gaze.

"You're despicable..." you managed in a strangled rasp, trying in vain to regain solid footing against the quicksand of heated sensation rapidly engulfing you. Endo's teeth glinted wolfishly, tongue darting out to lave his bottom lip with blatant intent. Just the sight of it made your thighs clench with treacherous longing.

"Tell me something I don't know, Princess," he rumbled in a cadence that seemed to resonate deep in your tingling core. Somehow, he'd managed to shift even closer - so near you could feel the tantalizing rasp of his breath ghosting over your parted lips and heightening your tortured arousal to dizzying new heights. "Like how you still fucking cream yourself like a deprived little cock-whore every time I remind you of how thoroughly I used to break you down and re-sculpt your dirty desires between the sheets..."

A soft whine slipped past your defenses at the crude provocation, body positively thrumming with the effort not to give in and surrender to the primal lust building inside you like a supernova. You could practically taste the bestial musk radiating off Endo's chiseled form now. It called to you like the sweetest nectar, beckoning you to open wide and swallow the full vitriolic draught of his rapacious presence until nothing remained within you but gasping, mindless need to be claimed and remolded to his whims...

No - you couldn't succumb. Not here in public before you'd even scraped the surface of retaining some scrap of pride and boundaries from this final encounter. Gathering what remained of your tattered composure with a visible effort, you steeled your spine and turned your face away until you no longer swam in the intoxicating depths of Endo's oceanic stare.

"I'm leaving," you grit out with as much conviction as you could still muster, untangling yourself from his ensnaring limbs with jerky tugs. "Pull another stunt like threatening innocent bystanders over your own delusional baggage again, and I swear to God this ends right here with me walking away for good - no further discussion."

Despite your best efforts at a firm rebuke, the words emerged shaky and wavering with residual heady arousal. And Endo, the bastard, clearly couldn't resist twisting the knife one final time before you rose on quivering legs to escape his suffocating orbit of sin and subversion.

"Sure thing, babydoll..." he practically purred, voice lowering to a gravel-rough timbre that seemed to stroke molten velvet against your overstimulated senses. "Whatever helps you walk away with that gorgeous pussy still dripping like a deprived little slut aching to get her guts rearranged properly again..."

You shuddered at the perverse benediction, clenching your thighs together against the renewed onslaught of dizzying desire lashing through your core at his words. He was right - despite your lingering wrath and righteous fury, your body had become a screaming conflagration of raw want desperate to surrender and be reshaped anew between the crucible of Endo's punishing depths.

He watched you rise and totter on unsteady legs with a knowing smirk, all traces of the earlier alpha posturing replaced by calculating amusement and predatory intent. Before you could flee his company fully, Endo's next words sliced through your lingering restraint with cruel efficacy:

"You can deny it and pretend all you want, baby...but we both know you're still gonna come slinking back to beg Daddy's thick cock to wreck you proper before this night's over."

The coiled possession dripping from that final endearment nearly buckled your knees through sheer profane revelation. You trembled with simmering umbrage and molten arousal alike, torn between spitting acid vitriol or surrendering to the reckless riptide of ecstasy his unwavering confidence promised to unmake you within.

In the end, pride - or perhaps mere survival instinct - prevailed through sheer force of obstinate will. You managed to wrench your gaze away from Endo's towering temptation, turning on unsteady feet to storm away from his carnal dominion before you surrendered completely once more.

"Save your depravity for someone actually worth defiling themselves to that degree," you tossed over your shoulder without looking back, each word clipped and trembling like a winter brook's crust of ice over surging rapids. "I'm through letting you reduce me to some wanton little plaything for your sick amusement."

With that vain insistence, you pressed on towards the exit lounge - painfully aware of the relentless promise laced through every measured footfall stalking easily in your wake. Because Endo refused to be outrun or evaded from his obsessive hunt, a singularity of primal appetite refusing to be denied the final cataclysmic reunion awaiting you both tonight regardless of all flimsy human resistances...

The steaming bathwater enveloped you like a warm cocoon as you sank deeper into the fragrant depths with a weary sigh. Despite your best efforts, the tension from your earlier encounter with Endo refused to fully unwind from your muscles.

You closed your eyes, trying to chase away the lingering memories of his towering frame crowding you with scorching intensity. The smoldering promise blazing behind those glacier eyes as he growled crude provocations against your lips. The undeniable flare of sick arousal that had blazed through you at his bestial display of dominance, even as righteous indignation roared in protest.

"Insufferable bastard," you muttered under your breath, feeling traitorous heat prickling along your skin despite the herbal bath's soothing vapors.

Endo just couldn't help himself, could he? Always pushing any situation toward selfish gratification and power plays, uncaring whose boundaries he trampled in pursuit of his next conquest. You felt the blush of shame tinging your cheeks as you recalled how utterly weak you'd become before his lascivious words and possessive fury, body betraying every flimsy defense despite your convictions.

Still, you couldn't resist sinking deeper into the bathwater as flashes of your incendiary pasts washed over your consciousness in lurid delirium. You remembered countless desperate trysts with Endo where he'd reduced you to a whimpering, submissive mess through seemingly little more than brooding charisma and intoxicating confidence alone...

Squeezing your thighs together, you shuddered at the muscle memory of him splitting you open on his punishing cock as he savagely claimed your quivering form again and again. Each agonizing stretch of being pried apart to accommodate his sheer masculine bulk had always felt like a rapturous rebirth into the searing crucible of sin and subservient devotion only Endo could instill in you.

Your fingers sought your aching pussy almost instinctively, picturing his rough palms pinning your thighs wide in blatant ownership as his thumb circled torturous patterns against your oversensitized clit. You couldn't bite back the tiny whimper at the phantom recollection, hips stuttering in involuntary grind against your own questing fingers before you managed to rein the temptation back under rigid control.

"Enough of that," you scolded yourself shakily, snatching your wandering digits away with renewed determination. There was no use getting so worked up fantasizing like a lovesick, desperate virgin. You were no simpering ingenue to be enraptured by Endo's primal allure. At least, not any longer...

With immense willpower, you allowed the bathwater to drain completely until it receded into a cold reminder of reality around you. Rising on trembling legs, you reached for the plush towel and dried yourself with brisk, merciless efficiency — ignoring the slick arousal still dripping between your thighs in mute testimony to the rapture consuming you.

By the time you emerged into your bedroom, you felt a brittle semblance of composure had settled over your being once more. Until you turned the corner fully and pulled up short at the sight of Endo casually lounging across your mattress, rolling a delicate pair of your lace panties between his fingers.

"Wondered when you'd show," he rumbled in that smoke-roughened baritone that never failed to make you shudder. Those blue eyes glinted with taunting relish as he studied you standing frozen in your towel. "You always did take your sweet time getting dolled up...even if I planned on ruining the pretty pictures anyway before the night was through."

"How..." you growled, momentarily nonplussed by his effortless violation of your private sanctuary. Anger resurged as a defensive reflex while you clutched your towel tighter. "How did you get in here, Endo? I never—"

"Did you really think this ivory tower of yours could keep me out for long?" His brows lifted fractionally, dark amusement playing over his striking features. "Please, sweetheart. We both know there ain't a single locked door, alarm or fancy high-society hurdle that could ever truly bar me from what's rightfully mine."

The air seemed to charge with sudden electricity as your gazes locked, molten indignation and dark promise swirling in the space between your frames. You knew Endo was baiting you deliberately, but the crudely possessive declaration made your temper flare regardless.

"Yours?" You scoffed before you could reconsider rising to his provocation. "You arrogant son of a bitch. I don't belong to you or anyone else, Yamato. No matter what twisted psychosexual delusions your ego might be clinging to these days."

Rather than looking chastened, Endo merely smiled around the words - a slow, wolfish curl of sinful promise that made your core muscles flutter instinctively. The bath's towel suddenly felt achingly thin and inadequate as a barrier against his piercing presence.

"Aw c'mon, baby..." he crooned, tongue flicking over those sculpted lips with shameless intent. "We played these uptight little games a million times before, but you know damn well how this fairytale act of yours always ends up the same way..."

You watched in mingled trepidation and forbidden longing as Endo rose from his indolent sprawl on your bed with leonine grace, dropping your panties onto the floor. Every coiled inch of his powerful physique screamed dominance and assured possession, hips rolling in a hypnotic cadence that drew your gaze helplessly. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't tear your widened stare away from the imposing spectacle of taut muscle and assured masculine menace steadily closing the distance between you.

"I'm nothing if not a patient man," Endo practically purred, coming to loom over you fully within your bedroom's hushed dimness. The heat radiating off his body in searing waves seemed to smother your next protests before they could form. "So you go ahead and keep on stomping those pretty feet all you like while you still got some fight left in you..."

His rough palm cupped your jaw then with shocking tenderness, guiding your chin up so your faces hovered perilously close together. You froze like a captive doe pinned in oncoming headlamps, senses overwhelmed by the earthy musk of his skin and hot whiskey burr of his breath ghosting across your parted lips.

"Because we both know that by the time I'm done tonight?" Endo's voice had dropped to a gravelly murmur of dark, intoxicating promise now. "You'll be just another greedy little whore begging for my fat cock to fuck every last scrap of denial right back out of you like always, Princess..."

Then his mouth was crashing over yours in a searing, punishing kiss that seared away your very breath from your lungs. You shuddered and whimpered against the uncompromising onslaught — hands scrabbling weakly against his chiseled chest as Endo swept you off your feet and bore you backwards towards the rumpled sheets.

"Look at you..." Endo growled in a voice dripping with dark relish as he bore you down onto the bed. His towering frame caged you beneath searing heat and tightly leashed menace. "Acting all coy and innocent, like you're not already soaking that greedy little cunt for me despite your prim act."

You glared up at him defiantly, mouth opening on a scathing rejoinder. But his calloused palm clamped over your lips in a shockingly dominant gesture, fingers digging into your jaw hard enough to make you wince.

"Ah ah ah..." he tsked with a disapproving shake of his head, glacial eyes glinting dangerously. "None of those spitfire little protests you think make you sound so righteously above all this depravity we know damn well is simmering beneath that icy exterior, Princess."

Despite yourself, you felt a tremor of treacherous heat coil low in your belly at his blatant dominance and crude dismissal of your indignation. Endo's smirk widened fractionally as he no doubt tracked the quickening of your pulse, the way your pupils dilated against your will.

"See, that's the difference between us, gorgeous," he purred in a low rumble that seemed to vibrate straight to your rapidly liquifying core. His nose grazed the line of your jugular in a sensual glide, drawing a strangled whimper against his restraining palm. "I've never once tried to deny or lie about what a depraved pair of greedy sluts we are deep down when it comes to stripping each other bare and surrendering completely..."

You wanted to protest, to writhe away from the dark truths Endo breathed across your electrified nerve endings with carnal physicality. But his scent and presence surrounded you utterly, leaving you feeling dazed and strangely disarmed beneath his imposing dominance in your innermost sanctuary like this.

Endo seemed to sense your internal struggle, grinning wickedly as he slowly freed your lips from his restraining grip. He caged your face on either side with his corded forearms, giving you just enough leeway to part your lips on a tremulous exhale...while leaving no doubt of your helplessness pinned so thoroughly beneath his bulk.

"Go on then, sweetheart," he growled with a wolfish smirk, undulating his hips in a slow grind that had your breath hitching in your throat. "Give us one of those haughty little speeches about how you'd never let some thug like me defile your body and take what's mine whenever I damn well please..."

You swallowed audibly, entire being thrumming with humiliated arousal at his flagrant display of possession and ownership over your prone form. But this time, the vehement refusal wouldn't quite find voice past the desert dryness of your yearning.

Instead, what emerged was a soft mewl of raw need - punctuated by you reflexively canting your hips upwards in search of glorious friction against Endo's weight above you. You blinked up at him in a daze, frustration simmering at your mouth's betrayal even as your body sung with the truth of being made so helplessly wanting by his dominance once again.

"Yeah, that's what I fucking thought..." Endo rumbled in a gravelly rasp overflowing with relish and virile promise. His nose traced the shell of your ear, wandering mouth leaving a slick trail of possession down your prickling throat as he growled in your ear: "We both know that greedy little cunt of yours won't be satisfied with anything less than this real, raw cock stretching you out properly like the needy slut you are at heart."

You whimpered involuntarily at the filthy promise laced through his words, not even trying to disguise the way your thighs clenched together with visceral longing at the crude imagery. You knew he could feel your treacherous arousal spiking against where your bodies ground so fragrantly. Smell the slick desperation likely glossing your aching folds as they grew slicker by the second from being so thoroughly claimed and toyed with beneath his gaze like prey.

"Ngghh..." you choked out on a quavering exhale, pawing ineffectually at the solid mass of Endo's shoulders as he continued taunting and laying you raw. "Y-You're...foul...you...know that?"

Rather than look chastised, Endo simply smiled down at you in dark, naked amusement - clearly savoring the position of sheer power he'd so effortlessly displaced you into. One large hand tangled in the hair at your nape as he wrenched your head to the side in a rough show of dominance. You shuddered helplessly as his mouth blazed a searing path over the vulnerable line of your jugular, teeth grazing in a blatant promise of savagery.

"Oh I know exactly how goddamn foul and depraved I'm being with you, Princess," he rumbled against the saltprickled thrum of your pulse, tongue dragging a long languid lap that wrenched another involuntary moan from your core. "Right down to knowing that pretty little mouth of yours was just made for my cock to split those lips wide right about now..."

You tried to shake your head in denial, but Endo's grip went punishingly tight in your hair — hauling your head back at a sharp angle to bare your throat fully to his possession once again. Panic and forbidden arousal spiked in equal measure as he loomed over you with those glacier eyes blazing unholy promises of rapture and ravaging down to your very soul.

"Don't you dare try to deny the truth now, sweetheart," Endo snarled in a voice like milled gravel against your tingling senses. His hips ground down harder into your molten apex in emphasis, drawing a strangled whine from somewhere deep in your chest. "We both know you only get this riled up and squirming when I remind what a painfully pathetic little cumdump you turn into just begging for me to use that greedy body however I want..."

Despite your best efforts, your body seemed to instinctively surrender to his crudely spoken possession. You couldn't stop the way your thighs parted in supplication or the way your back arched wantonly in silent petitioning for more of his dominance and punishment. Endo's feral grin widened at the visceral display.

"That's it, baby..." he crooned with undisguised rapture, hips circling in a devastatingly sensual pattern you knew from feverish experience would soon drive you past any coherency for protest or denial. "Just give in and let go like a good little bitch getting exactly what she's been craving..."

You turned your head away then, squeezing your eyes shut as if you could somehow block out the wave of utter submission cresting over your defenses. Everything about Endo's presence and effortless mastery raked against your tattered resistance with brutal physicality. Leaving your psyche utterly disarmed and your body thrumming in wanton obedience to the core against anything further than total surrender and recreation beneath him once again.

The rustle of sheets and fabric filled the hushed bedroom. You held your breath as the blazing brand of Endo's weight shifted and the heat of his body suddenly left yours completely. For one hopeful beat, some vestige of your mind prepared itself to flee - to run from this reckoning and unholy reclamation of your defiant spirit before it swallowed you whole in blasphemous glory again.

But then his rough palms found your shins, dragging your calves apart with searing possession until your thighs parted like gates swinging wide for the conquering ruler. Your eyes snapped back open with a ragged inhalation, panic spiking as Endo crouched between your splayed limbs like the apex predator regarding its newly subdued prey.

From this vantage, you could clearly trace every inch of chiseled virility and battle-hewn potency etched into his form. Every vein and ridgeline of musculature seemed to emanate threat and masculine intent underpinned by utter surety in his right to take what belonged to him again. Yet as his piercing, ravenous gaze consumed your newly exposed vulnerability, Endo somehow appeared all the more depraved and all-consuming despite the stark nudity.

"Look at me, Princess..." His voice carried the quiet, hushed command of one accustomed to being obeyed utterly. You trembled with the urge to deny him, to resist yet again with venom or futile struggles. But his words cut through any lingering pretense or courage to defy like butter.

"Look into the eyes of the only man who's ever truly ruined you before..." Endo demanded, reaching out with leashed menace to grasp your chin in a vise of heat and corded power. You had no choice but to meet his feral, ice-chip stare head on as he seared your very essence with that unholy promise once more.

"This is me coming to unmake every last strand of that good-girl facade once and for all tonight, sweetheart..." The endearment dropped from his tongue like profane vow, punctuated by his free hand sliding between your thighs to stroke those slick, swollen folds with teasing ownership.

"So say goodbye to all those denial and delusions about being anything other than my personal whore to fuck as I see fit, baby girl..." Endo growled, thumb circling your aching clit with delicious friction until your back arched into a taut bow of needful agony. "By the time I'm through, that perfect mouth won't have a single shred of false innocence or dignity left to lie behind..."

He surged over you once more with leonine grace, swallowing your tremulous whimper of fatalistic arousal in a searing, punishing brand of his mouth devouring yours entirely. His tongue lashed against yours in searing possession, teeth sinking into the plushness of your lower lip in a warning nip of pain and pleasure that left your toes curling.

Your fingers scrabbled uselessly at the flexing mass of his shoulders, digging into corded muscle hard enough to leave crescents behind in a futile bid to anchor yourself against his all-consuming onslaught. Endo only growled deep in his throat, clearly enjoying the way you clung and clawed and writhed beneath him like prey pinned by the most savage predator.

"Mmm, that's my girl..." Endo crooned against your kiss-swollen lips, one large hand cupping your breast and kneading the yielding flesh with possessive vigor. His calloused fingertips brushed over your pebbled nipple in teasing strokes that sent jolts of need straight to your already soaked apex. "So ready and eager for me to ruin and fuck every last inch of you again, aren't you, baby?"

His head lowered, capturing the bud between his teeth in a sudden, ruthless nip that wrenched a ragged cry from the depths of your throat. Your thighs clenched convulsively, core muscles clenching and fluttering around empty air with desperate want. Endo smirked around his mouthful of supple flesh, lashing the sting with the flat of his tongue until you writhed and pleaded incoherently.

"Such a shameful display..." he rumbled in a voice thickened with depraved lust, pinching your nipple hard enough to make you yelp. "What would all those stuffy, sanctimonious pricks and holier-than-thou do-gooders think of their precious little lawyer acting like such a whore for a lowlife like me? Mmm?"

You tried to shake your head and deny his vulgar insinuations. But the words died on a gasp as Endo's hot, wet mouth blazed a path down your tingling midriff — teeth scraping and tongue laving with the utmost devotion until he reached the crest of your hip.

His large palms curled around the supple flesh there, parting your thighs even further so the humid gust of his breath washed over your exposed and aching folds. Your face flamed crimson at the obscene, humiliating sight you must have presented spread so wantonly for his depraved enjoyment. But Endo's eyes burned with feral, unholy worship as he drank in the sight.

"That's it..." he breathed with dark relish, thumbs spreading your slick labia apart to fully expose your needy core. "Look at you, Princess. Soaking wet and aching for me already without a single inch of my cock in that greedy cunt of yours. Fuck, you're almost too pretty like this, aren't you baby?"

Before you could react, his mouth fastened around your aching clit — lashing the swollen nub with his tongue and sucking it between his teeth in a devastating onslaught. Your back arched, entire body spasming as a bolt of searing ecstasy shot up your spine and sent you keening. Endo hummed with approval, burying his face even deeper between your trembling thighs — licking, sucking and laving until all you could do was thrash and keen and clutch at his hair with frantic, desperate hands.

"So sweet and perfect and mine, aren't you, baby?" He rumbled, the vibration sending a fresh wave of electric pleasure rippling through your core. His calloused thumbs sank into your soft folds, spreading them even further as he licked and suckled and devoured with utter carnal hunger. "That's it, sweetheart. Be a good girl and soak this perfect little pussy for me nice and good before I sink every last inch of my cock into your slutty cunt..."

You wanted to resist. To somehow reclaim some shred of self control and dignity from the dizzying spiral of sensation and need he so easily orchestrated with his sinful mouth. But each flick of his tongue or drag of his teeth against your clit sent you spiraling closer and closer to the inevitable edge. And Endo's low, filthy litany of encouragement only drove you that much more rapidly towards the inevitable climax.

"That's my girl. Let go and cum for me nice and hard. I remember how much of a squirter you are when I eatyou out like a good little slut. Don't even think about holding back, baby girl. I want to feel you flood my mouth like the naughty girl you are for me...mmphhh..."

With a muffled snarl, he fastened his lips around your clit and sucked hard enough to send you plummeting over the edge into blinding rapture. Your inner walls convulsed, muscles clamping down around nothing as a rush of slick heat gushed forth. Endo growled in pure masculine triumph, lapping up the deluge and continuing to stimulate your overly-sensitized flesh with his tongue until you collapsed back against the pillows, utterly wrung out and panting.

"Fuuuuck...you are just as fucking sweet and responsive as I remember, aren't you, baby?" Endo's voice sounded raw and guttural as he mumbled the praise right against your dripping folds. He sealed his mouth around the swollen nub again, suckling so hard that the sensation verged on pain and wrenched a ragged sob from your raw throat.

"N-No...please...I can't—" you choked out, shaking your head frantically in a weak, token gesture of protest. Your hands tugged weakly at the roots of his hair, trying to dislodge him from your overwrought sex. But Endo only growled, his grip tightening on the swell of your hips as his tongue resumed its tormenting assault.

"Oh, yes you can, baby..." he snarled, licking a long stripe along your glistening slit before thrusting his tongue inside your pulsing channel. "You're going to cum for me over and over again, sweetheart. As many times as it takes to wash away every last trace of all those other pricks you let fuck you while we were apart. So I can remind this perfect cunt exactly what it means to be fucked by a real man again..."

And then his lips were back on your aching clit, lashing and suckling the bundle of nerves mercilessly while his hands pinned you down — helpless and writhing beneath his dominant onslaught. You could only keen and whimper in broken supplication as Endo's mouth and fingers worked your aching, soaked flesh in a relentless pursuit of another shattering orgasm.

"Yamato...please, I can't...I can't...ohgodplease—"

Your back bowed taut as a drawn bow, head thrashing and toes curling as he pushed you past any capacity for coherency or restraint. The world faded away to a pinpoint of sensation, pleasure and pain blurring into a single point of agonized ecstasy until your core clenched tight and release rushed upon you once more.

You screamed hoarsely as you came apart, muscles quivering and convulsing with the force of the aftershocks. Your inner walls fluttered wildly, clamping down around the invading fingers buried deep inside you in a futile bid to draw him further inside. But Endo kept his hand perfectly still, the pad of his thumb pressing against your aching, engorged clit and keeping the stimulation just on the knife-edge of unbearable.

"Mmmm, that's it, sweetheart," Endo crooned, dragging his free hand through the sheen of perspiration that coated your torso and the valley of your breasts. He leaned up to seal his mouth over one puckered nipple, drawing the pebbled bud between his teeth in a harsh, pleasurable nip. You whimpered at the overwhelming sensation, the sound trailing off into a broken keen as he twisted his fingers buried within your clutching, molten heat.

"Fuck, the way you're milking me already, baby," he murmured reverently, licking the sweat-salted curve of your breast in a languid lap before turning his attention to the neglected twin. His fingers curled within you, brushing against the hidden spot deep inside that made stars explode across your vision. "You're almost there, aren't you? Ready to gush all over me again like a good girl, huh?"

His thumb ground mercilessly into your oversensitive clit, sending you hurtling headlong towards the brink once more. Your legs kicked reflexively, thighs squeezing tight around his forearm in an instinctive effort to escape the overload of sensation. But Endo's forearm remained firmly locked in place, fingers scissoring and curling in a devastating combination that tore the final shreds of resistance from your very soul.

"Cum for me, baby girl..." Endo murmured in a guttural growl, his own breathing gone ragged with arousal and the leashed power of his restraint. He pressed a bruising kiss to the soft flesh of your breast, teeth nipping a warning as his thumb bore down even harder on the oversensitive, swollen nub.

You cried out, head thrown back and body arching high off the mattress as another, deeper orgasm slammed through you like a runaway freight train. You gushed over Endo's fingers in a hot rush, drenching the sheets and his hand in the flood. But his wicked fingers never stopped stroking and pumping and filling you. Keeping you writhing and keening beneath his expert, depraved ministrations as wave after wave of agonized ecstasy crashed over you.

You were only dimly aware of his low, feral snarl and the sudden loss of his fingers. But then the scorching, broad head of his cock notched against your sodden folds, rubbing along your swollen slit until it notched at the entrance of your fluttering channel. Endo's strong arms slid beneath your trembling legs, hooking behind your knees and pulling your hips flush against his.

"N-No more...please, s’ too much," you choked out, shaking your head and writhing feebly in a token gesture of resistance. But Endo only smirked down at you, eyes glazed with pure, unrestrained depravity and feral desire.

"Oh, you're not going to get off that easily, baby..." he murmured, lips quirking at his own choice of words. He bent his head and dragged his tongue in a slow, deliberate path up the side of your throat, the hot, slick friction making your core pulse with renewed, shameful hunger.

"Mmm, not when your greedy cunt is sopping wet and ready for me, sweetheart..." He nipped sharply at the hinge of your jaw, the pain sending a fresh, delicious ache straight to the over-sensitized bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. "Besides, it's been far too long since I've fucked this tight little pussy nice and deep and filled it up with my cum. Think of this as your…payment for services rendered, if you will..."

You tilted your head to capture his lips in a sudden, biting kiss. Your tongue delved into his mouth, tangling and sliding against his in a fierce, punishing clash of wills and dominance. You bit down on his lower lip, nails raking bloody crescents down the expanse of his broad shoulders. Endo growled deep in his throat, surging forward to plunge his thick length inside you in a single, brutal stroke.

The sudden, full stretch of his cock parting your tight, soaked walls made you throw back your head with a choked scream. You had forgotten how thick and long and big he was. How perfectly, achingly full and complete his cock made you feel with the first, deep plunge. He seated himself fully inside you with a single, smooth glide — groaning a rough, guttural curse as your silken heat clenched around him, milking his cock and pulling him deeper into your molten core.

"God, I've fucking missed this perfect cunt, sweetheart," Endo gritted, pulling back and slamming home in a powerful stroke that jolted you up the mattress. He pinned your thighs wider, pressing them flush against your chest so that your pelvis tilted up at a nearly obscene angle. "Fuck, you're so goddamn tight...squeezing and sucking me inside that slutty little pussy so perfectly, baby."

He pulled back, the slow drag of his cock almost torturous, before thrusting home once more with a feral snarl. His footplanted on the mattress for leverage, fingers digging bruises into the flesh of your thighs as his pace sped up and turned vicious. You writhed and whimpered, the wet, filthy slap of his balls slapping against your ass punctuating the debauched chorus of moans and keens and whimpers wrenched from your raw throat.

"That's my girl," he grunted, eyes glazing and fixed on where his cock pumped and disappeared between the flushed, swollen folds of your sex. "Let me see you cum nice and hard all over my cock, baby girl."

He released one of your thighs to press his thumb against the slippery, aching nub of your clit. The sudden pressure and stimulation was almost too much. Your inner walls seized around his thick girth, spasming and fluttering wildly as he continued to pound into your molten core. Endo growled a dark curse, the cords of muscle along his neck and shoulders standing out in sharp relief as he fought his own climax.

"Fuck, baby, cum for me. Squirt all over me like a good little whore," he ordered, the raspy edge to his voice sending a fresh flood of slick heat pooling at the apex of your thighs. "Do it, Princess. Now!"

His hand pulled back and then came down right on your exposed, aching clit. The stinging slap sent a white-hot bolt of pain-tinged pleasure rocketing through you, ripping a ragged scream from your throat as a third, deeper orgasm crashed through you. You came apart with a choked, broken sob — back arching off the mattress as every muscle went taut and a gush of fresh, hot wetness sprayed over his pistoning cock and stomach.

"God [Y/N]," Endo groaned, hips slamming home in a series of frantic, uneven strokes. "You're fucking perfect."

You whimpered, shuddering and gasping for breath as your inner walls milked him with the aftershocks. Endo snarled, a primal sound that sent a fresh flood of molten arousal gushing around his buried length. He snapped his hips forward once, twice, burying himself deep as the dam finally broke and his control shattered.

His cock swelled even thicker, a low groan tearing from his chest as his hips jerked in a few frantic thrusts. Your inner walls clenched tight around his pulsing length, each pulse of his cock and burst of his cum triggering a series of fluttering spasms that prolonged his own release.

Endo's forehead dropped against your collarbone, body folding over yours as his hips bucked and his cock emptied deep inside you. His hot, heavy weight was a grounding pressure as he collapsed on top of you, muscles twitching and breath coming in great, heaving pants. You wrapped your arms around him, fingers combing through his damp, tousled hair as he continued to shudder and twitch.

He rumbled a deep, satisfied purr, tilting his head up to capture your lips in a slow, sweet kiss. You hummed contentedly, wrapping your legs around his waist to keep him nestled within your sated heat. His arms shifted beneath you, rolling the two of you onto your sides in a smooth, effortless motion that left his cock still sheathed within your tight, pulsing core.

You blinked up at him, eyelids fluttering at the way his hips twitched and stirred, the friction and the sensation making you gasp. Endo's mouth quirked, his hand sliding beneath your thigh to hook behind the knee and lift it high around his waist. He rolled his hips again, cock sliding against your swollen, sensitive flesh with a wet, sticky friction that made you gasp.

"Yamato, what—?"

"It's been a long time since we've done it this way, hasn't it, sweetheart?" he asked, the wicked glint in his eye telling you all you needed to know about his intentions. His cock slid out halfway before sliding back in with a deep, lazy thrust. You mewled at the sensation, a fresh wave of warmth flooding your channel and drenching his cock.

"Think you can handle a few more, baby girl?" he whispered, mouth curving in a smirk as he pulled out and slid home once more. Your hips lifted, seeking a harder, deeper friction as he continued his languid, lazy thrusts. You nodded, biting down on the plush, swollen swell of your lower lip as your hand slid down your stomach, seeking the slippery, swollen nub of your clit.

Endo's hand caught yours, trapping it against the mattress as his lips ghosted along the sensitive shell of your ear. "Leave that to me, sweetheart," he growled, tongue flicking out to taste the delicate flesh beneath the curve of your jaw. His thrusts slowed even further, a deliciously teasing slide and drag against your tender, aching walls.

"It's going to be a long night, Princess."

[fortheharbingers]

a/n: supernatural au of sorts. vampires, blood sucking, a vampire's bite loosely being described as having an analgesic/aphrodisiac effect on the human. prey/predator relationship if you squint lol.

If there is one thing Endo Yamato finds funny regarding people’s opinions- it’s their absolute failure when it comes to trying to guess who might be a supernatural and who is not.

Vampires are not an uncommon entity to run into at night- especially when you decide to present yourself like a real snack and make your way down the alleys a tad too empty. They always assume Endo is one, which he finds quite ironic.

It’s baseless fantasy and nothing else. They see the pale skin, his canines a tad sharper than a regular humans and heresay they heard about what kind of person he is and set their assumptions into stone. Sure not all vampires are turned into dust in an instant contrary to popular belief, but they don’t know what- they just see a man dangerous with a pretty face and wish for him to decorate their fantasies.

Oh how far away from the truth they are, Endo thinks to himself, as you snuggly make yourself comfortable in his lap, needy pampering kisses all over his skin and your body clinging to him already.

Digging your nails onto his back, you search for what friction you can get from the warm boy, desperate for more, nuzzling your nose into his neck and feeling his pulse beating strong and lively underneath the thin layer of skin.

"A little needy, aren't we?" Endo chuckles and pulls your face away from his, his grin growing bigger at the pouty you face you make, eyes closed shut and your face in discomfort.

"'m hungry..." you mumble as you break free of his grip on your cheek and latch onto him again, inhaling his scent. "And you smell divine- sooo good." You drag the word in your haze, inhaling his scent sharply.

"You flatter me, sweet thing." he says as his hands find your hips, grinding you up and down, listening your whimpers as you leave wet kisses alongside his collarbones.

"missed you... come inside..." your voice lulls him and Endo complies. How can he not when you always ask so nicely? He has heard of your kind being able to compell people if they wished- and were skilled at it, but never figured it out himself if you used it on him- always too eager to please you himself, he got lost in the sensations along the way.

It prides him in a way, to know something nobody else does, to be let in on a secret and not just be spared with his life but also to be at your side for as much as time allows.

Bringing one hand down and grabbing his cock, you draw him out of his thoughts and he follows in cue, thrusting in one go, slowly, watching as your face morphs in pleasure, as your eyes open wide, pupils dilatated and digging your face into his neck, gently grazing against his skin with your fangs. A little force and you could make him bleed in an instant, yet you wait, tossing your wool coat, as patience is the essence of a predator.

As Endo feels himself slowly losing his resolve at the feeling of your walls around him, tightening and sucking him back in every time he pulls out, he can barely hold it in. And just as his eyes roll back, his orgasm crashing over you, he feels your teeth sinking into your neck, the feeling of warmth and something akin to numbness spreading to his body, increasing the heat he feels, all over and especially down to his groin. He feels desperate already, to be closer to you as humanly possible, to stay inside of you forever, to fill you with his cum until you cannot take it anymore, until he passes out due to dehydration, his body begging to be used and to drink in your wanton moans-

You explained to him once before, when he asked what it'd be like to have a vampire feed off of you- how a vampire's kiss feels, like an analgesic drug, like an aphrodisiac--

You feel the first drops of his sweet, salty taste of blood on your tongue, warm and full of life, and smile slightly, feeling Endo cum and fill you up as his warmth spreads all over your body.

[hayatoseyepatch]

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Description: Getting kinky with the windbreaker boys. I have so many thoughts about these men and I just needed to get them out of my system. Characters: Toma Hiragi, Ren Kaji, Haruka Sakura, Hayato Suo, & Yamato Endo. Word Count: 2.2k Tags: fem!reader, brat taming, praise, somnophilia, edging, mommy kink, dacryphilia, consent non consent, choking, degradation, oral (fem!receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk.

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a/n: These are more like thirsts than headcannons but oh well. I might expand on some of these eventually and turn them into full fics if I can sit down and commit to it. It the mental illness, innit? Regardless, I hope you enjoyed these little blurbs! Special shout out to @foxyfiction & @to-eden for helping me with the prompts for some of these, you both are amazing. <3

I also have a masterlist now, if you’re interested that could be found : HERE

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Brat Taming

Hiragi had enough of you today, your skirt pulled up high, a constant switch in your hips while on patrol today with the Tamon team. Constantly teasing him, whether it was pulling him into an alley for an impromptu make out session, bending over in front of him letting him catch a glimpse of your already wet panties, or rubbing against his perpetually hard cock as you “just needed to slip past him real quick”. He was patient, tension building throughout the day coming to a fever pitch when you had both made it back to your shared apartment. He was on you in moments, lifting the back of your skirt to lay a harsh lap to you ass. Grabbing a fistful of your hair as he growls in your ear. “ I want you on that bed and I want you completely bare, do you understand?” He releases you hair, watching as you strip for him, climbing on the bed moments after you do.

Grabbing a hold of your cheeks with a rough hand he forces you to look up at him, eyes glazed over with arousal. Squishing your cheeks he props your mouth open, shoving a long digit past your lips. He grins as your mouth instinctively wraps around the digit, pumping the finger in and out of your lips, eyes rolling back as he feels your tongue wrap around the digit. Sucking his teeth as you shoot him a wink as he stuffs a second digit in your mouth. “Such a fucking brat, you know that?” He forces your thighs apart, free hand punctuating his words with a harsh slap to your dripping cunt.

His fingers sliding down, his fist two digits using your saliva that coated them to rub fast smooth circles against the sensitive bud. “Don’t forget your still getting punished baby.” He tsks giving you a sharp toothed grin. “Look at your pretty cunt, clenching around nothing, poor baby.” He coos, leaning down to your ear, lips grazing the shell to whisper. “You’re going to have to come from just my fingers before you can have my cock baby, think you can do that for me, hmm?”

Praise (Receiving)

Kaji had lost his temper once more, today a fight had broken out. One of the members of the opposing gang had harshly grabbed your arm, tugging you against him spitting extremities about the things he plandded to do to you. The words coupled with the fear in your wide eyes had Kaji seeing red. Completely blacking out in a fit of rage, he hated his, he especially hated you seeing him like this. The few times he had lost his temper in front of you, he ran, unable to face you. But not this time, you wouldn’t let him run from you. Grabbing the sleeve of his jacket you were quick to take him back to your apartment, silencing whatever apologies or exasperations with your lips against his.

Walking him backward toward your bedroom you wait for the back of his knees to hit the mattress. Pushing him to sit down as you climb on his lap. Mouths entangling in a heated embrace, clothes being pulled from each others bodies in a rush of passsion. Kaji trails kisses down your exposed body, lips wrapping arount a perked bud taking your nipple into his mouth. You rocked your hips against his, gronaing into the air. Your hands unfaten his pants, and with his help you pull his cock from his pants. You give him a smile, stroking his cheeks, eyes soft with fondness. “You're such a good boy Ren, always so good to me.”

You coo, the praise falling from your lips as you place one more kiss to his lips. Moving to grab him by the base, positioning him at your entrance, the desperate look in his eyes is all the confirmation you need to sink down on his length. You bite your lip, letting out a whimper at the feeling of his thick cock filling you to the brim. You tangle one hand in his hair, pulling lightly on his blonde strands, while the other moves up to his shoulder, nails digging into the skin. Pulling away only far enough to mumble into his lips. “Fuck, Ren.. Feel so good, you fill me up so good baby. I love you so much.”

Somnophillia

You wake feeling something warm between your legs. It isn’t long before your head is thrown back against the pillows you were once sleeping soundly against, voice crying out in pleasure as your boyfriend’s tongue draws slow patterns on your sensitive clit. You look down at him eyes lidded with sleep and now lust. “Haru.. what are you doing?” You mumble, blinking the sleep from your eyes. Between your thighs you can feel his cheeks heat up, a feirce blush on his features. He barely pulls from your cunt, mumbling against your center. “Couldn’t sleep, needed to taste you, ‘m want you so bad.”

He groans, hips rutting into the mattress, desperate for some friction to his aching cock. Any further arguments are silenced by a loud moan erupting from your lips, Sakura licks a fat stripe up your clit brfore reattaching his lips fully to your nub. He eats your cunt with such desperation, as if he needed to conume you to keep air in his lungs. His tongue is soon replaced by the rough pad of his thumb, head ducking lower to slide his tongue inside of your entrance, sliding against the silk walls of your pussy. He groans deep in his throat, the vibrations of the noise only enhancing the pleasure you’re feeling. ”Always taste so fucking good, need more..” He groans, pulling from your center, he slides up your body lips attacking yours with reckless hunger. He slid the material of his boxers down in one swift motion, grabbing himself by the base of his cock, collecting your wetness on the tip of his cock using it to ease himself inside your velvety walls.

He lets out a loud groan as he fully sheaths his cock inside you, head dipping to capture your lips with his own. The kiss is immediately laced with hunger, teeth clashing and tongues dancing in each others mouths. He pulls away, heavy breaths fanning against your lips as he sets a harsh steady pace from the start. “Fuck baby… can’t even sleep without you consuming my thoughts. Need you desperately… constantly.. feel like I’ll lose it if I’m not inside of you.”

Edging/Mommy Kink

You place a delicate kiss to his lips, trailing your kisses down his body until you were situated between his thighs. Looking up at him with hooded eyes from your current position. “You weren't lying baby boy. Look at how hard you are.” You grin, not letting him answer as you gave a few experimental tugs to his cock. Leaning up to lick a fat stripe from his base to his tip, collecting the pre come that had been steadily dripping since you had begun. Pulling away and leaning up once again, you grab his face in your hand, forcing his mouth open before letting your saliva mixed with his precum drip from your mouth to his. Placing a hand over his mouth, you lean down to his ear. “Swallow baby, I want you to taste us.”

You take his shock as an opportunity to lower yourself back down between his legs, swirling your tongue around his sensitive mushroom tip, taking as much as your throat would allow, hollowing your cheeks. Beginning to bob your head up and down on  his cock. Choji tugged at the cloth around his wrists, restraining himself as much as he could to not buck his hips. Failing miserably as his body writhed under yours He cried out as he felt your warm mouth around his cock, tears collecting by the corners of his eyes. Whimpers and cries falling from his lips as he found every ounce of restraint to not let his body betray him. The could in his stomach building once more for what seemed like the umpteenth time that evening. He didn’t want to fuck all of this up and receive punishment even further. “Mommy, please your mouth is so warm… be careful. I dont wanna come.. too soon.”

You grin around him, looking up at him through your lashes, nearly removing yourself from him before plunging back down, taking him until you feel him hit the back of your throat. You do this a few more times before pulling yourself off his cock with a 'pop'. You make your way up his body, getting impatient yourself, feeling your cunt clench around nothing. Straddling his abdomen, right above where he needed you most,  pressing your lips against his in a heated kiss. Desperately trying not to show that you were just as affected by your actions. You grab a fistful of his hair, tugging harshly, effectively separating your lips as you speak against his lips. “Tell mommy what you want baby boy. Go on, use your words I want to hear you.”

Dacryphillia

Each one of your pleas fog his mind with uncontrollable lust. Wram brown irises drowning in it. “So desperate for me already, darling, we havent even begun the main event.” He teases, directly into your ear, as he finally lines the tip of his thick cock with your entrance. Suo had been teasing you for what seemed like hours. Pulling orgasm after orgasm from your overstimulated cunt. Having made you come undone on his fingers and tongue several times, your pussy having felt desperatly empty without his cock filling you. He grins as you whine, his head just barely probing your entrance. “Please, Haya.” You whimper desperate for him to do something, anything, tears blurring your vision as they collected at your lashline.

“Please?” He tiles his head in mocking obliviousness. “Please what princess? Gotta tell me what to do or I cant help you, tell me what is it that you want?” He coos, free hand sliding up your stomach, thumb circling a pert nipple. Grinning he leans down tugging on your earlobe with this teeth, breaths fanning against your ear as he continues to speak. “Want me to fill this pretty pussy up with my cock? Feeling you flutter against me, whimpering out my name from those beautiful lips. Is that what youre asking for my pretty little bunny?”

He grins eyes lithe with mischief as you continue to babble, words coming out in a jumbled mess of pleas and calls of his name. Fat tears stream down your cheeks, desperation for him consuming your entire being. Suo’s hand coming up to caress your cheek. Thumb swiping at the tears that cascaded down your face. “Oh, sweet baby” He purrs, slipping the same thumb past your lips, letting you taste the salty wetness of your tears. “Crying for me already? We’ve barely even started.” He giggles, hips lurching forward, slamming into you to the hilt with one swift movement of his hips. Groaning as your back arches from the bed, eyes rolling back with a scream of his name being forced from your lips. “As much as I’d love to hear you beg for it, ive been waiting for too long for you my princess.~”

Cat and Mouse/CNC

Your breaths come out in heavy pants, your heart racing in your chest, your feet slamming against the grassy terrain as you run as fast as your legs can carry you. The shadow of the figure on your tail looming behind you. You pushed further, weaving in and out of trees to shake your assailant. The dark wooded area was easy to get lost in. You had only paused your running for a moment, attempting to take in your soundings, looking for a route to escape. Attempting to catch your breath, you were sure you had lost him. Just as you were about to turn on your heel and take off once more your eyes shoot wide, feeling fingers of a large hand wrap themselves around your throat. Your attacker using their grip as leverage  to shove you roughly against a tree, the larger figure looms over yours. Tattooed fingers squeezing just enough to make gaining air flow a bit difficult. Lips grazing your ear as he leans down to your height. “Gotcha~”

Endo’s piercing blue eyes lock with yours, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. Tongue invading your mouth, free hand coming up to cup your dripping cunt. Fingers circling your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. He smirks against your lips as you moan into his mouth. Pulling from you, he quickly removes your soiled panties, running his finger between your soaked slit. Bringing his finger to his lips taking in the way you taste, moaning around his fingers.

“Fuck doll, you taste so fucking good. Already so fucking wet for me.” He uses his thumb to force your mouth open, spitting a glob of saliva between your parted lips. “Go on babydoll, taste yourself.” He chuckles as you instinctively swallow, turning you in his embrace so your bent over. Flipping up your skirt, he leans back to take all of you in, eyes hungrily wracking over your exposed sex. Parting your folds with a thumb, watching as your entrance contracts around nothing a large grin splits across his face as he lands a harsh slap against your ass. “Gotta remind you who this belongs too huh? This cunt is mine princess.”

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Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed! I already have a part two in mind for this, so keep an eye out. Until then, see you later!

[togament]

𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄.

sakura, ume, suo, kaji, kiryu, endo, togame.

"ever imagined how it'd be like to be in the mood with them but damn it. You're separated by distance? Mhm. I got just the thing for you."

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: PHONE SEGGS UH OH!, language language swearing swearing, AFAB!reader, ume switchy :o, endo's a fucking menace :((((, TOGAMMMMEEEEEEE *howls!!!!! barks foaming at the mouth*, toy usage, your man straight up “jorking it” and by it haha well lets justr say his peanits, degradation on endo's part--general seggsy time stuff and needy boyfriends, NSFW STUFF MINORS DON’T INTERACT PLS.

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀.

✦ gotta guide him through it. At first, he didn’t really see the appeal of it. Why do it over the phone when you could meet up instead. ✦ but OH once he’s in the zone though, ONCE HE UNDERSTANDS? SEES THE LIGHT????? I’m wishing your pussy good luck because you’re doing it often. ✦ your phone rings sometimes at 2 am and you’re met with a panting Sakura. He sounds so apologetic too — he’s fought against calling you and just handling it himself. But he couldn’t help it. He has to call you. To hear you. ✦ “Strokin’ my cock right now. F-fuck m’sorry but can ya touch yourself for me too? Couldn’t get ya outta my head and I—ngh.. Need t’cum. Please, baby. It’ll be quick. Promise.” ✦ narrator’s voice: it was in fact, not quick at all. ✦ he likes sending over voicemails at night when he knows you're alone, when he's needy (which is often). ✦ it's mostly just of him panting into the receiver, recalling the events of the day and how each thing you did turned him on. You often end up sending each other voicemails to quench the thirst but god damn it. That doesn't come close to fucking.

𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀.

✦ another one of the ":o I don't see the appeal of phone sex when we could just see each other instead?" gang. He sees the vision real quick when you dropped something while you were talking though. You bent down to pick it up and let out a soft grunt. He couldn't stop his mind from wandering. ✦ BIG ON PRAISE. GRUNTS AND SIGHS INTO THE RECIEVER LIKE HIS LIFE DEPENDS ON IT. LOVES DOING IT WHILE HE'S LAYING DOWN, PANTS HURRIEDLY UNBUCKLED AND MESSY, SHIRT HAPHAZARDLY THROWN TO THE SIDE. PHONE WEDGED IN BETWEEN HIS CHEEK AND SHOULDER WHILE HE STARTS STROKING WITH ONE HAND AND THE OTHER TANGLED IN HIS HAIR, GRIPPING IT LIKE YOU WOULD--(gets dragged off stage kicking and screaming) ✦ big switch. He's Umemiya, after all. He's the feared and respected leader of the Bofurin for a damn reason. Very sweet when he's just in the mood on a random day, chuckling in between because that's just how the both of you are. It's fun! But when he hasn't seen you for a couple of days? Oh FUCK. When his voice would normally grow soft and whiney, has morphed into growled responses with him fucking his fist desperately, trying to remember how your cunt would swallow him whole. ✦ "G-Good girl, my good fuckin' girl. Filling your pussy up with that dildo you bought? Not good enough, huh?" he adds, grunting as he's imagining you fucking yourself with the dildo, panting and unsatisfied, knowing full well you need him filling you up instead. "I really miss you, babe. You'd look so pretty-gh-! Underneath me right now. So pretty." ✦ cums hard every time you're on call, grunting and wheezing out your name so desperately you almost feel like he's trying to summon you somehow. ✦ Thanks you for it too. It's cute!!! Ends with both of you cleaning yourselves up, still on call. You both often fall asleep together with your phones still on.

𝐒𝐔𝐎.

✦ you both call often. He just loves hearing your voice! Thing is, you never know when he's in the mood. But he somehow can tell whenever you are. What gave it away? Was it the way your breathing stilled when he let out a sigh when he stretched? Was it the way you tripped over your words when he lowered his voice just a tad? Was it when you were left speechless when he praised you for finishing a task you were putting off? Was his teasing working on you? Whoopsies. ✦ INSTRUCTIONAL WITH IT. He’s so good at directing you what to do. ✦ “Want you to imagine my fingers, dove. Why don’t you ease just two in for me? That’s my girl. Now curl them up a little. Keep your mind on me." ✦ you want him to feel good too :(((((( so you ask for him to do the same as you. Of course, he lets you beg a little first. Little did you know he was already fucking his fist before you even started. ✦ has one of your clothes or panties close by because he loves smelling them. He loves your scent. It helps him get off. Hell, he gets horny in public when he takes a whiff of your perfume. ✦ he gets more vocal when he cums and that’s when you KNOW for sure he’s jacking off while listening to you. String of expletives and grunts escape his lips while he spills onto his hand, dribbling down his knuckles while you’re riding out your high.

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓.

𝐊𝐀𝐉𝐈.

✦ FILTHY. FILTHY. FILTHY. ✦ doesn't have much toys but he has a tenga flip and uses it whenever he calls you. Can’t just go full hand and lube. (Probably has a warmer for it too. Mhm. Yeah.) ✦ another "clothes stealer". Has stolen your panties and shirts a couple of times. ✦ you can hear the wet squelching through the phone whenever he thrusts. Whether it’s lube or his cum, you could never ever tell. ✦ AGAIN, FILTHY. SO SO SO SO FILTHY. ✦ “y’getting off to this, huh? Listening to me fuck my toy? Fuckin’ know you’re soaking wet for me now. Lemme hear it. Lemme hear my pussy.” ✦ “keep up with me. Don’t you fuckin’ cum until I say so.” He barks, but he ends up cumming before you. He’s still pumping his sensitive cock waaay after he’s released though. He wants to hear you fall apart. ✦ bites back his whimpers but when he cums? Jesus. He’s stuttering out your name, repeating it like a damn prayer.

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐔.

✦ HAS SO MUCH TOYS HOLY FUCK. ✦ he sends over photos of them before he calls, wanting you (yes YOU, dear reader!) to pick the toy of the night!!! ✦ he’d much prefer doing your mutual masturbation over facetime but you suggested a voice call. Who is he to deny his princess? ✦ always opens with a syrupy sweet, “How’s my baby?” and eases you into it with him. He never starts without you or without your express approval. If you’re suddenly not in the mood, he gets it. It happens sometimes. You guys could just talk instead. ✦ praise praise praise. Whispers the raunchiest and sweetest things to you. Talks you through it, guides you. HE’S WAY TOO GOOD. ✦ “Need my pretty princess right now. Need ya to sit on my face—taste so good. Fuck… Your pretty little moans too. I’m addicted.” ✦ “Remember when I did that thing you liked with my tongue? Yeah? Want you to do that on your clit with your fingers. Circle around it f’me, princess. Mhm.. Oh? Not good enough? Need my piercing on it? Naughty.” ✦ PORNOGRAPHIC MOANS. SO FUCKING PRETTY??? You’ve asked for his permission to record some of them. Of course he lets you. ✦ sends photos of the aftermath if you want him to. His cum on his still clenched abs, his trimmed happy trail, over his belly button piercing. Yum. ✦ HAS DEFINITELY POSTED ON GWA YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE.(it’s JOI too :(((( he’s secretly dedicated some audios for you. May or may not have accidentally whispered your name in one of his jerk off with me audios too :(((((((( man I’m sobbing into my pillow. Nobody touch me.)

𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎.

✦ you can’t look at this man and say he’s shit at phone sex. You can’t convince me otherwise. You just can’t. ✦ of course, he’s absolutely cracked at talking dirty to you. It’s always a mix of praise and degradation with him. ✦ he’d be happy if you just sent him nudes, really. But he’s over the moon once you suggested to do it over a call. Immediately is palming his hard on through his jeans while he’s waiting for you to pick up. Opens with a casual little, “hey, honey,” you wouldn’t know he’s practically going to town on his cock, hot to go. ✦ with how sweet he could be to you, he could be so, so fucking mean too. ✦ “My, my. That was such a pretty sound you just made. Wanna do that again for me? Wanna hear my pretty little cockslut begging for me while I fuck my fist. Yeaaah, just like that. Louder.” ✦ the type to send in voicemails at random times of the day. You know they’re exclusively for you since he’s practically chanting out your name while he fucks himself. You’ve made the mistake (plenty of times) of listening to some of them in public. Thank god your phone wasn’t on full volume but people definitely heard your boyfriend fucking his fist. ✦ you put him in his place when you get home by tying him down to the bed and edging him to hell and back and back again and back again and back again and—

𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

✦ THIS MANNN…. He knows how to use his voice. He KNOWS HOW TO USE HIS VOICE SOMEONE HOLD ME THE FUCK BACK��� ✦ he really doesn't like texting. So you both often call each other at the end of the day when you're apart. You're often apart too, with work and with it taking you to different cities. He's home alone at your apartment with your pets, with your clothes beside him on the couch. See where this is going? :-)) ✦ "Miss ya. Fuck, I really miss ya. Even the cats miss yer constant yappin'-" he teases and he's palming his cock through his gray sweatpants when he hears you shoot a clever quip at him. "Mhh-doll, I really do fuckin' miss ya. Especially when we wake up in the mornin'? Yeah. When ya press yer ass up against me, miss how ya know how to touch me just right-" "Jo, are you touching yourself right now?" he has the gall to chuckle. "Wanna see?" He was so ready to switch to facetime, to show you how he's lazily dragging his fingers up and down his throbbing cock, gray sweatpants pulled down just enough to pull it out. But you wanna stay on the call. You're rushing to your bed, hand in your shorts as soon as you lay down. ✦ likes dirty talking. LOVES when you talk dirty to him back. He's whispering phrases like, "mhm, yeah?", "what do ya want me t'do to ya when you get back?", "what else, angel?" prodding you on, urging you to express your deepest desires to him because he's NEEDY NEEDY NEEDY. (He knows you're as eager as he is too) ✦ wants to cum with you so he edges himself until you say you're almost there. Wants to match your pace and tries to by listening to your breathing, the rhythm of your moans. Never fails to tell you he loves you after he cums. ✦ promises a huge surprise for you when you get back :-)

a/n: THESE WERE SO FUCKING FUN TO DO RRRRAAAAAHHHHHHHHHRHRHR!!!!!!!!!!!!! *insert werewolf ripping clothes open meme here* I hope you guys like it. The brainworms are wriggling mighty strong.

[stunie]

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁ “DID YOU JUST FAKE THAT, PRINCESS?”

WINDBREAKER BOYS + FAKING AN ORGASM. ft. yamato endo, kiryuu mitsuki, & kaji ren x f!reader

content: explicit smut (18+), fem! reader, overstimulation, squirting, praise (genuine & mocking), degradation, teasing, dumbification, mild humiliation + corruption + dacryphilia + choking, fingering, cunninglingus, muffled (panties), doggy, mating press, wall sex, endo is mean, usage of pet names

mdni - 2.9K wc ; whew it ended up super long ! i had sm fun writing this one <3 as always, individual warnings are below

YAMATO ENDO.

note: ooc, written before newer chapters were out, sorry >:

taking you like this has always been endo’s favorite way to ruin you. your pretty noises are muffled by the mattress, ass high and back arched in a futile attempt to ease the stretch of his cock. it’s so good, and he grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back to slam against his own. his pace is unrelenting, length able to reach the deepest parts inside your cunt as you squeal and tug at the sheets beneath you.

“promise i w-won’t do it again,” you crane your neck to gasp for air, apology coming out frantic and slurred, and your face burns when he laughs— laughs at your sincerity and at the way that your jaw falls slack at the slightest change in his angle. “you’re sorry?” his words come out mocking, relishing in the way your teary eyes clench shut as you try to fight the tension building up in your core— because you know good and well that you’re not allowed to cum until he says the word.

“yea, ‘m sor—”

“sorry’s not gonna cut it,” he spits, “gonna have to make up for it, pretty girl. try again.”

his hands come to push your back further down into the mattress, angling your ass higher for him to let him bully his cock into you harder. it’s so cute how endearing you are, teary eyes trying to focus and think despite the way his heavy cock is hitting so deep inside you, his pace as rough as ever and your head foggy and dizzy.

“i will,” you blurt, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap with each roll of his hips— “i will! i’ll make it up, please endo, ‘m gonna cum, i think ‘m gonna cum—”

“aw,” his tone is low and mocking, pace slowing down ever so slightly as his fingers come to wrap around your throat and apply pressure, “since you’re so cute, i’ll be nice today.”

“cum with me and i’ll let it go, yeah?” he pulls out, until just the tip is inside before he slams back into you. “gonna have to use your brain and match my pace.”

and you’re nodding as soon as the words leave his lips, not a trace of hesitation in the way your shaky hands come to spread your ass wider for him, just the way he likes it. endo feels his dick throb at just how cute you are, holding yourself wide open for him to ravage you as you blabber about how good he feels— how close you are to cumming.

“alrightt,” he lulls, “ready, doll?” his tone comes out amused, but you can’t tell, nodding so desperately as your hips start to jerk. in an instant, he’s picking up his pace, hitting so deep inside you that it makes your eyes roll back in your skull, endo fucking you completely senseless with each snap of his hips.

“e-endo—” you gasp when the hand around your neck moves to push your head down, allowing him to better leverage himself as he buries his cock into the spot that has you screaming. your eyes widen when he finally growls out the word, the word that lets the knot inside you snap as you gush around his cock, thighs reduced to a violent tremor.

“f-fuuck,” he groans when your walls squeeze and flutter wildly against him, his jaw clenching shut to grunt a “just like that.”

“that’s my fucking girl,” he slurs lazily, slowly dragging his cock in and out of you as your walls continue to flutter around the thickness, your chest heaving up and down from the intensity.

the praise makes your heart swoon even with your current state, eyes half lidded and heavy and your mind barely able to register the lewd noises coming from your dripping cunt.

“feel good now? making a mess all over me?”

“mmhm,” you nod mindlessly, tired arms reaching back to swipe at your cunt like clockwork. it was something endo had taught you the very first time he took you, and you’ve never failed to do it since. it’s usually about now when you collect the load that seeps out of your hole, and he’ll pull you onto his lap next, urging you to stick those fingers in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it.

he’s addicted to how good the sight of you swallowing his cum makes him feel, cock throbbing and aching— picturing those pretty lips wrapped around his length again. it’s always enough to rile him up again and again.

your tired fingers rub between your folds, collecting the slick, but something’s different. “h-huh?” you stutter, head craning back to look at your hand. it takes you a moment, innocent eyes squinting as you inspect your fingers— there’s nothing besides your own slick.

“oh, fuck,” endo laughs loudly, “i can’t believe it.”

he grabs your arm roughly, earning a surprised yelp from you as he flips you onto your back, pressing your thighs flush against your own chest, his body hovering over you with a hunger that sends a shiver straight down your spine.

“still so fucking innocent, huh? thought you knew me better than that.”

“i-i don’t understand..” your voice trails off, face burning with embarrassment because he’s always being so mean to you. it takes you by surprise when you feel it slap against your clit, your gaze finally shifting downwards to see his cock— throbbing and slick with your juices, thick precum collecting at the tip.

he really didn’t cum.

“oh, dumb girl,” he coos, “did you forget our agreement?”

he wishes he had whipped out his phone to record the sight of you. it’s adorable, your pretty body folded into a mating press, teary eyes desperately looking up at him as you whine and complain that he tricked you, that’s he’s not being fair, but all he can think about is how he wants to ruin that pussy that you have so clearly on display for him.

he pushes his length inside you all at once, tip kissing your cervix as your head falls back, sobbing that’s it’s too much for you. “aww,” endo feigns sympathy, leaning forward until his face hovers right over the side of your neck, “it’s just too bad you didn’t do a very good job matching my timing.”

he licks a slow, deliberate stripe down your neck and sucks— sucks hard before releasing the skin with a pop to admire the mark he’s planted on you. “since you couldn’t do that for me,” he starts, fingers running along your waist, “you don’t have any other choice but to let me use this pretty body of yours, don’t you?”

“gonna fuck you so stupid— ‘till your brain’s too mushy to think up any more little tricks.”

KIRYUU MITSUKI.

“hey,” kiryuu slaps your cunt lightly, “i don’t remember teaching you to do that.”

his voice is gentle, almost unnervingly so as he pulls your back flush against his chest, hand coming to spread you open for him. “let’s try again.”

“j-just wanted more…kiryuu,” you whine when he’s slow to sink the first finger deep inside, pumping it in and out as his thumb comes to circle at your clit, the precision making your hips jerk and push against him.

“more?” his voice comes out directly besides your ear and it sends a strong shiver down your back, “you’re getting real greedy with me, princess.”

he obliges regardless, eyes gauging your reaction as he slips a second finger inside, pumping them a little faster into your cunt. “f-fuck…” you sigh, walls fluttering eagerly around his fingers when he begins to curl them against your walls.

“look— at the mess you’re making all over us.” your eyes shift downwards, face burning at the sight of his fingers, pretty hands coated in thick layers of your slick, the muscles of his forearms flexing with each curl of his fingers. “see?”

“that’s why i’m gonna take my time with you,” he coos, fingers curling against that spongy spot inside you that dots your vision with stars, “n watch your pretty pussy swallow my fingers like this.”

the lewd noises of his fingers fucking your cunt has you approaching your high, but you’re greedy for more— and knows that painfully well. he’s not any different, cock bulging tight under his pants and desperate to bury itself deep inside you, but not yet.

kiryuu fights back the smile that threatens to creep onto his lips when you gasp loudly at the stretch from a third finger slipping inside you, the thickness making your thighs tremble against his touch. “so pretty for me,” he lulls, “feeling good, huh?”

he loves watching your reactions, eyes intent on watching the way your expression contorts with pleasure, mouth slightly ajar to let out little pants and huffs, your own attention focused on how good his fingers feel inside you. he can tell you’re getting close with the way your thigh has started to tremble harder against his, hips occasionally jerking from the stimulation.

“you’re so good,” he coos, letting out a lazy grunt as his other hand comes to hold your face, “but no more looking. okay?”

his hand clasps over your mouth, your head tilting back to face the ceiling— and that’s when he switches. your head falls back on his shoulder when he’s suddenly he’s suddenly fucking you faster, fingers slamming into the most sensitive spots inside you. his thumb comes to rub roughly at your clit, drawing lewd moans from you as your thighs try and clamp together to fight the stimulation.

“i know, baby, i know—” his voice comes out calm, and he knows what you need. he knows how to work his fingers to make your head spin, knows this pace will have you whining that it’s too much, but he wants to see you cum. so he aims to pummel his fingers against that deep spot inside you, relishing in the way your thighs tremble violently in response.

“mmmp—!” your moans come out muffled against his hand, but he understands. “you’ll cum for me this time, won’t you?”

his hand leaves your mouth, a thick string of saliva connecting the two before he’s holding your thigh open for him, spreading you so he can thumb at your clit harder. “y-yes! ‘m gonna cum, f-fuck— kiryuu” you babble, eyes clenching shut and hands coming to squeeze at his forearms.

it’s too much. you find yourself right along the edge, eyes clenched shut because it’s just too much, but your cunt is eagerly swallowing his fingers whole, juices dripping down your thighs and his arms— “that’s right, you’re so good for me.” his voice comes out a little rushed, a little more breathless as he fucks his fingers into you.

“you can take this.”

all it takes is one more curl of fingers and his thumb to swipe over your clit to have you crying his name loudly, cunt spasming around his fingers as you gush all over him. you whine when he takes his fingers out, dragging them along your folds to watch the way your hips jerk at the overstimulation.

“that was better. see?”

he brings his fingers to your face, and you open your mouth in a daze, swirling your tongue lazily around each finger as he sighs contently, cock throbbing at the thought of your lips wrapped around his dick instead. “ahh… that’s so good.”

“you’re doing so good,” he whispers, “you can take another one. turn around for me, sweet thing.”

KAJI REN.

“thought i told you to be quiet,” kaji growls against your cunt, “not to fake it.”

“‘m trying—” you stammer, thighs trembling as your hands lay flat on the surface, your body bent over his desk as he eats you out from behind.

“what?” his voice ghosts against your clit, making you suck in a sharp breath, “needa be muffled?”

your face burns when he takes out your panties, wet from the way he was grinding his cock against your clothed cunt earlier. you got him so riled up— his mind still stuck on how irresistible you looked folded over his desk, his bulge nestled so nicely between the globes of your ass. he should have tossed you onto his bed next, get a good look at how his cock sits between your thighs when you’re in prone bone, then get you arching your back and pulling at the sheets for him because he always fucks you that good.

but you had to test his patience today.

“open.” he stuffs the fabric into your mouth, fingers subtly ghosting over your lips before his hands are back around your thighs, tugging on them to urge you to come closer.

"gonna teach you a lesson," he spits, and his mouth is back on your cunt in an instant, tongue coming to roughly lap at the slick that’s started dripping. your face contorts, thighs pressing together- but his rough hands are moving to keep you wide open for him.

kaji has always been messy, groaning directly into your cunt as he licks and sucks, eating you out with fervor until he knows your eyes are rolling back into your skull, lewd noises barely muffled by the tiny wad of fabric in your mouth.

he’s slurping loudly, licking and sucking on your clit, and he brings his tongue down to prod at your hole, eyes narrowing into a glare when you try and clench your thighs together. his hands come to hook around the front of your hips, yanking you roughly back until you’re flush against his face, his tongue deep inside your hole as he licks in every direction, fucking you on his tongue while you make those sinful noises for him.

“k-kaji,” your words come out slurred from the muffle, your saliva dribbling onto his table, “‘m close!”

“oh f-fuck,” you cry when two fingers are shoved deep inside you, lewd noises echoing in his room when he fucks them in and out of your cunt, his mouth coming to flick at your clit. it’s becoming too much, and you try to escape by going higher onto your toes— but he doesn’t let you.

“don’t you dare,” he warns with a low growl against your cunt, hand squeezing your thigh to keep you firmly planted against his face. “quit squirming and take it.”

the knot in your stomach is tightening, pushing you closer and closer as his fingers seem to reach impossibly further inside your cunt with each movement, beating against that sweet spot inside that has you moaning so loudly against your panties.

“a-ah—” your eyes widen when his tongue flicks over your clit perfectly, and the coil inside your stomach snaps in an instant, screaming into the fabric as your walls flutter over his fingers, gushing into his mouth as he groans and laps at your cunt messily.

your jaw goes slack even he begins to slows down, fingers leaving your walls empty and needy so he can bring them to his lips and suck on them, get a last taste of you before he’s sloppily wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. your panties fall onto his desk, body reduced to a trembling mess.

and it’s everywhere. dripping down your thighs, coated over his entire hand— his face. if he was even trying to get it off of his mouth in the first place, it didn’t work.

“you’re fucking messy,” his voice is raspy when he leans over you, heavy cock pressing against your ass. “and we’re not done yet.”

there’s a deep, shaky groan from him when he first pushes his cock between your thighs, using your slick to get his dick wet. he’s throbbing by now, so desperate to be inside you, and it’s rubbing against your folds so nicely, tip nudging against your swollen clit each time he pushes forward.

“k-kaji,” you whine, “i wanna see you.”

his eyes widen a bit at the innocent request, your pretty face peering back at him with that fucked out look in your eyes— it’s cute. he’s gentle when his arms come to wrap around you, picking you up and pressing your back against the walls of his room.

“gonna make you cum over n over,” he grunts, sinking you slowly down onto his thickness. he’s always been harder to take in this position, cock practically splitting you open— and your sinful moans are going straight into his ear with the way you’ve latched onto his shoulders.

“you’re so big, kaji,” you gasp, “feels so good.”

“yeah?” his voice is low, breathless as he starts to slam his hips up into yours, tip prodding against your cervix each time he bottoms out. “you like that?”

“mhm,” your lips come to messily suck at his neck, and he groans loudly. “want more, kaji. please—”

"more?" he snarls, audible slaps echoing throughout the room from the way he's bouncing you even harder against his hips. "squirting all over my face wasn’t enough for you, huh?”

you grab at him to avoid falling from the roughness, arms tangled tightly around his neck to let him fuck you with pure strength, thickness spreading you so good as your slick dribbles down his balls.

"i better not hear you whining later that it’s too much.”

pt 2: suo, sakura, togame, & umemiya x f!reader

[takiishiluvr]

ᯓ★ hot mess .ᐟ

𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗼. you are a hot mess, even making one when your two best friends are all over you. ౨ৎ wc :: 6.1k ˖ ࣪⊹ consensual, threesome, eating out, fingering, nipple play.

๑⁠˙ note ! this is my first time attempt to write smut. please do enjoy nevertheless !

What better way to enjoy a summer day than at the beach? You had suggested the idea of craving the cool embrace of the ocean waves. Endo had already agreed to put on his swimsuit, while Takiishi, as usual, went along with whatever kept you in his sight.

Clad in your new two-piece swimsuit, you couldn't help but notice the extra attention you were getting today, especially from your two best friends, who now looked more like personal bodyguards. They trailed behind you like protective pitbulls, sharp glares warning off anyone who dared to look your way. Not even the sandcastles built by children were spared, well Endo didn’t want to step up on them, and Takiishi couldn't care less.

They sat on the towels, their muscular frames relaxed on the sand while you stood before them, arms crossed, casting a long shadow over their sun-kissed skin. Endo looked up at you with that soft, gentle smile he always had, while Takiishi just stared, his expression harder to read.

“Why did you get in my way?” the redhead asked, his voice laced with curiosity, maybe even a hint of annoyance. He wasn't used to being interrupted, not when he was about to do something he found so … entertaining. But it was you, so he couldn't care less in the end.

You sighed, affection in your tone as you explained, “This is supposed to be a vacation so we can all rest. Leave the fighting for when we are back in town. I don't want to deal with this. I just want to have fun and relax.”

Takiishi’s gaze softened slightly at your words, though he wouldn't admit it out loud. He respected you enough to let it slide, even if he wanted to punch those idiots for what they’d said about him, about you. But when you stepped closer, your eyes scanning his face, he couldn't hold onto that irritation for long.

“You're starting to look more like Sebastian than Ariel.” you teased, that sweet smile blooming across your face as you knelt beside him. His cheeks flushed, a little redder than before, and you reached for the sunscreen spray, gently applying it to his face. The soft fabric of your swimsuit top shifted slightly, drawing his gaze downward for just a moment. The way it hugged your curves perfectly didn't escape his notice, and he found himself distracted by how effortlessly the material clung to your skin. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, lingering for just a second too long.

You leaned in a little. focusing on spreading the sunscreen evenly, your fingertips brushing his red cheeks, and he couldn't help but notice how the sun had kissed your skin too, making it glow just a little more. Takiishi tried to ignore the way his pulse quickened as he tore his focus away from your neckline, attempting to focus on anything else. But the softness in your voice, combined with the warmth of your touch was doing something to him that he wasn't entirely prepared for. You noticed, of course. How could you not? The way his gaze lingered, the slight tension—it was almost cute how he was trying so hard to keep his composure. You smiled, a little more knowingly this time, your hands still resting on his cheeks as you finished smoothing the sunscreen.

“You should me bore careful, Chika,” you murmured, concerned about him “I’d hate to see you get sunburned out here.”

As you finished with him, Endo, who had been watching the whole interaction with quiet amusement, leaned back on his hands, a playful glint in his eyes. “Can you rub my back?” he asked, his voice dipping into that smooth, teasing tone that always made you smile. The sight of him made you swallow involuntarily, the infinity symbol tattoo on his neck catching your eye. It matched perfectly with the necklace he’d given you, a gift and a reminder of your unbreaking bond.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't resist his request. “You are impossible, you know what?” you muttered, though there was no bite in your words. Grabbing the sunscreen again, you moved behind him, kneeling to apply the cream on his broad back. You couldn't help but notice how his muscles tensed slightly under your touch, the warmth of his body radiating through your fingers. You took your time, massaging the lotion into his inked skin, your nails tracing over the tattoos that decorated his arms.

Endo let out a pleased sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. “You are so nice to us, Y/N. it makes me fall for you all over again.” His words weren’t new, but the way he said them now, with the sun setting behind you, made your pulse quicken, making the moment more special.

You chuckled, trying to keep your tone light despite the way your heart danced in your chest. “Someone has to be, or you’d destroy everything.”

Finally done with Endo, you wiped your hands on the towel and laid behind the two of them, their bodies shielding you from the remaining rays. The tattooed boy looked over his shoulder, his teal eyes filled with a soft fondness, as a blush appeared on his cheeks at the sight of you. Meanwhile, Takiishi stared straight ahead, but you could tell from the way he let himself relax at your presence, that he appreciated you even if he wouldn't say it out loud.

The calming sound of the waves and the warmth of the sand beneath you lulled you into a peaceful sleep. The last thing you remember was the conversation between your best friends. When you finally stirred, the sun was dipping, casting a golden glow across the beach. Rubbing your eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep as you slowly sat up.

As your vision cleared, you noticed the boys were still in the same position when you drifted off. Endo noticed you first, his lips curling into a teasing smile as he stretched his long limbs. “Hmm, someone decided to wake up,” he quipped, voice playful as always, “The sleeping beauty has risen to shine upon us~”

Takiishi followed, rising to his feet and stretching his arms above his head. His toned body came into full view now before he let his arms fall back down. “How long was I sleeping?” you asked, voice still hoarse from sleep.

The redhead glanced at you, his expression unreadable, but his tone was casual. “Two hours.” Your eyes widened, as you scrambled to get up, brushing off the sand that clung to your skin. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” Endo laughed at your reaction, moving closer to put arm around you. “Relax, sweetcheeks. We’ve got plenty of time before we head to the fair.” His tone was soothing, and despite your panic, you could not help but smile, he always used nicknames to calm you down and it somehow worked.

Soon enough, the three of you made your way back to the Airbnb as the night began to settle in. Renting an apartment together was to keep the peace—less stress dealing with Takiishi’s outbursts and Endo’s casual approach to managing them. And it was better than paying for hotel rooms, and more money if either of them broke something.

Once inside, you wasted no time going first into the bathroom. “Please, no fighting while I’m gone,” you warned, giving them a pointed look before closing the door. You loved them, they were your best friends of course. How could you not love them? It was charming the way Endo always told you sweet nothings, and Takiishi took part in the physical comfort. They are always there for you, protecting you like an angel, and you feel like one despite knowing you were not.

The hot water felt like Heaven against your skin, washing away the sand, and by the time you finished, you felt refreshed, no longer feeling the need to sleep. Putting on some shirt and padding out into the living room, where you found Takiishi lounging on the couch, relaxed as his eyes were closed, head tilted back. He looked so dreamy, like a prince but the sound of the shower running in the background made him open his eyes. Endo had taken your place in the bathroom, leaving you two alone.

Without a second thought, you moved to the couch and nestled into Takiishi’s side, laying your head on his shoulder, as the scent of the sea still clung to him. You were wearing one of his shirts, an old one with a faded skull, or was it an oni, you couldn't tell but it didn't matter. It was oversized on you with no need to wear shorts.

His hand made its way to your thigh, caressing with a gentle touch, slender fingers moved beneath the hem of your shirt, and his grip tightened as he squeezed your waist. The sudden touch made you arch a little, but it was a comforting sensation, one that made you snuggle closer to him. Takiishi didn’t stop his soothing motions, he wanted to feel more, do more.

Just then, you heard the bathroom door open, and Endo walked in, his dark wet hair glued to his forehead, as he was dressed in a simple top and pants. His gaze immediately found yours, eyes softening as he smiled.

But before you could return the smile, Takiishi’s hand moved to your chin, cupping your face and turning your head, your attention, towards him again. Your breath hitched slightly, as your eyes locked with his golden ones. His lips were inches apart, so close, but he didn’t close the gap. You could sense his hesitation, the way he held back, waiting for you to make the next move. You didn’t do anything, instead, you remained perfectly still, heart pounding in your chest. His thumb brushed against your cheek, it was a gentle and possessive gesture, as his other hand was still resting on your waist.

Endo watched from across the room, observing the scene unfolding in front of him, expecting him to say something, as you felt the weight of his gaze on you. He moved, the couch dipping as he took a seat on the other side of you. You felt the way his chest was pressed at your back. His inked arms slipped around your waist, pulling you gently against him until your back was fully resting on him. You were sandwiched between them now, your body open and vulnerable to Takiishi, but secured against Endo’s chest.

Takiishi’s focus flickered down to your lips, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your cheek, as Endo’s breath tickled your ear, he was close enough that you could hear his heartbeat, that matched your own. It was intoxicating, they were intoxicating, and you couldn't think clearly or breathe normally. The tattooed hand gripped your waist making your stomach clench and the redhead's finger finally stopped, you thought he was finally going to lean in and kiss you but instead, he spoke “You are making it really hard to hold back.” a rough whisper that made you wonder what it would feel like to give in.

His words were something unexpected but you still didn't know how to react, you sat there like a doll, their pretty doll. You could feel yourself blushing, getting warm, much hotter than sitting in the sun on the beach. The way you were being caught between the two of them, with one’s fiery gaze holding you captive and the other’s strong arms securing you so you wouldn’t run away.

Endo’s free hand came up to brush your hair aside, his fingertips grazing your neck in a way that made your breath hitch. He leaned in, lips hovering just above your ear. “What do you want, angel?” he murmured, his voice tempting you to answer with your deepest and darkest desires. The question hung in the air, it made its way to your brain, but you could not process it, to focus on the way the hands on your body.

You wanted to speak, to answer but no words seemed to appear from the way you opened your mouth, only a slight moan, and that was enough for them.

Takiishi’s hand, which was still on your face, tilted your chin up, forcing you to look directly at him. He wanted you to look at him when he was so close to devouring you. “Tell us,” he urged, commanding you to admit what you were feeling, as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip. But instead of speaking you simply leaned into his touch, eyes closing for a moment as you savored the way his finger was tracing your lip. When you opened them again, his gaze had only deepened and you felt Endo’s hand slide a little higher up your waist, his fingers touching the bare skin under your shirt.

The three of you stayed like that for a moment, one that you have been longing for so long. You have been longing for them, every second of the day, wanting them close, for both of them to take care of you, to be there and never let go.

“Looks like you forgot about the fair,” Edno whispered into your ear, his breath warm against your skin, the teasing in his voice was unmistakable. But there was also a hidden hunger, a need, that matched your own desires.

Takiishi’s hand slid down to your collarbone, his fingers brushing the fabric of your shirt aside, “We can find our way to have fun,” his voice low and rough, you didn’t respond, you couldn’t, as their hands began to explore your body, every inch of you. Endo’s fingers trailed up your sides, his touch was gentle, and each stroke against your bare flesh made you sink into the pleasure. Takiishi wasn’t far behind, he tugged the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. The fabric slid from your skin, your breath coming in short, quick gasps, leaving you bare before them, in all your beauty and grace, and they couldn't even take their eyes off you.

He leaned in again, his lips finally closed in the distance, capturing yours in a possessive and demanding kiss, as his hand cradled the back of your head as he deepened it. Takiishi Chika was asserting his dominance over you, just as much Endo Yamato was doing when his lips trailed along your neck, leaving a path of lingering and wet kisses. His teeth nipped at the sensitive spot just below your ear, and you could sense his smile against your skin as he latched onto the tender flesh, sucking and biting it. His hands were everywhere, a soft moan escaped your lips as they slid up, caressing your ribs before wrapping to cup your breast. It was overwhelming, everything was - the combination of both of them on you.

Endo’s lips moved lower, leaving love bites along your shoulder, tongue flicking out, soothing each spot he’d claimed, before moving on to the next. He was taking his time to ensure each mark was perfect, but despite his hunger, he controlled himself, making you gasp into Takiishi’s mouth. With every bite, every kiss, your mind began to blur, lost in the sensations of their hands and mouths on your body.

Any thoughts about the fair or anything else were slipping away. Takiishi’s hand slid up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your hardened nipple, drawing moans and melodic pleases from your lips that were quickly swallowed by his hungry kiss. Endo’s hands moved lower, slipping between our thighs, teasing you with the lightest that left you wanting more. He groaned against your neck as he felt your body respond to his touch, his desire clear in the way his grip tightened.

“Mine.” Takiishi said against your lips, voice full of need as his hand slid down to grip your waist, pulling you even closer to him, while his other hand joined Endo’s, both of your best friends driving you to the point of ever consuming pleasure. And you let them have you. You gave in completely, your mind and body surrendering to what they offered, your hands clutching at them, needing their touch, the sound of their voices murmuring your name. Their warmth, their closeness — you needed them, craved it.

This wasn’t the first time you had been intimate with them, but it had always been with just one of them at a time—never both together like this. You and Endo had shared your first time, leaving only the two of you tangled in the sheets. With Takiishi, it was raw and intense, like he was pouring every bit of his pent-up emotion into you. But this was a new step into your friendship.

The word “best friend” lost its meaning a long time ago. It was a label that didn’t define your relationship anymore, too small and insignificant to tie the unspoken truth that bound the three of you. You were more than friends but less than lovers. After all, best friends don’t lust after each other the way you did, they don’t want to claim and devour each other, and they don’t love each other. Endo liked you, and Takiishi, Takiishi liked you, and you knew you liked both of them. It was a twisted relationship, one you didn’t want to let go of. Not when it felt this good, not when the three of you fit together so perfectly, even in the messiest moments in your lives.

And right now, you are a hot, moaning mess beneath them. Takiishi’s hand slid down, his fingers hooking under the waistband of your panties, pulling them quickly down. His patience was starting to run out. The cool air against your bare skin made you shiver, but the warmth of his hand replaced it. You were busy too, tugging at his shirt, wanting to get rid of the buried between your bodies. Your fingers grazed the hard lines on his chest as you stripped him bare. The sight of him, and his slightly tanned skin made you press your hips together. When you were at the beach earlier, you did your best to hold back. You had seen him like this before, had felt every inch of him, but tonight it felt different.

Fingers brushing against your most sensitive spot, making you part your lips and cry out softly, hips bucking at his against touch. You were so down bad for them, every nerve ending on fire as they pushed you closer and closer over the bridge of sanity, they were the only ones who could and deserve to have you like that.

You glanced over at your other best friend, catching the way he watched you with Takiishi. There was something, almost delicate in his gaze that made your heart race. He was drunk at the sight of you as if he was lost in some kind of ecstasy, on a rollercoaster ride, and the way his chest heaved with each breath as he struggled to keep his composure, told you everything you needed to know.

When you were done with Takiishi’s shirt, you turned your whole attention to Endo, leaning in to press your lips against his in a kiss he responded immediately. There was something different in the way he kissed you, something more urgent—as if he needed to feel you, to taste you, to lose himself in you.

Takiishi’s hands didn’t stay idle either, exploring the newly exposed skin of your hips and your thighs, his touch making you crumble, feeling lost in the way he was so gentle, despite him wanting to ruin you. He pressed against you in the front while Endo held you from behind, you were trapped as each of them pulled you in their direction, yet you couldn’t imagine a more perfect place to be.

As Takiishi’s fingers teased the sensitive skin of your thighs, you moaned into Endo’s mouth, your back arching as your body reacted by reflex, an instinct that was only beginning to manifest itself for them. Kissing and nipping at the delicate skin on your lower parts, while a tattooed hand brushed the underside of your breast. The room was filled with the sound of your ragged breaths, the quiet hum of pleasure when they touched, kissed, and held you. They worshiped you like a goddess.

They continued to claim you in ways that were both familiar and entirely new, you knew that whatever was this between the three of you, it was something that did not need explanation or clarification because when you are in love, you don't need to know to feel it. You gave yourself over to it, letting the pleasure wash over you, drowning in a contract of being utterly, completely theirs.

The redhead’s lips traveled down from your legs to your core, leaving marks on their way. Sinking his teeth, you were aware of every moment, every breath, every flick of his tongue but then he paused, hands firmly gripping your waist as he kissed the soft skin there, his breath warm against your cold flesh.

Endo, still behind you, his fingers circling the sensitive buds of your nipples, making your whole body to be covered in goosebumps. You gasped, arching into his touch and your head fell back against his shoulder.

You could feel Takiishi’s breath against your inner thighs, his hair tickling you when his tongue finally flicked out to taste you as a loud moan escaped you feeling the pleasure of his mouth on your folds. He was roughly moving and exploring, fingers digging into your hips to hold you steady. He was going back and forth from soft and teasing licks to deeper and more quick movements. The feeling of his mouth, he was eating you like you were his last and most favorite meal, the pressure building within until you thought you might burst.

Endo’s hand countied to work their magic, punching and rolling, diving you into new depths of pleasure. He could feel the way your body trembled, your breath came in short, desperate gasps and it only made him more eager to see you fall apart by him and Takiishi combined. His mouth moved to your jaw, his teeth exposed now in a twisted smile, “You look so beautiful like this,” voice low and rough with desire “So perfect.”

The dual sensations—Takiishi’s tongue making you twist, Endo’s hands shamelessly playing with you—became too much. They haven't even started. Your whole body was pushed towards the verge of collapsing, and the way Takiishi moved faster, his lips sucking as he was being unbelievably fierce, he was going for it, all the way with the heat coiling tighter in your belly.

Endo pressed himself harder against you, feeling your body tensing as his hands never left your upper parts, fingers toying with your nipples in a way that made your vision blur from the pleasure. His mouth was back at your neck, kissing and biting, never stopped talking, “Relax, doll,” he urged, as sweet as commanding you, to make you understand that they are doing this for your enjoyment. “Let us make you feel good.”

You were helpless to do nothing but obey. And you felt it, that tension inside you snapped, body shaking when you came at Takiishi’s tongue, your cries were muffled against Endo’s shoulder. But the boy who made you orgasmed didn't stop, didn't relent as he countied to lap at you, drawing out every last bit of drop, he was drunk to the taste of you.

Endo’s hands finally stilled, his touch gentle now, almost soothing, as he held you close, comforting you. Takiishi slowly withdrew, giving your hips one final squeeze before he kissed his way back up, his lips brushing over your flushed skin as he moved to rejoin you. When his eyes met yours, there was a smirk playing on his lips, he was satisfied as for now.

“You taste even better than I remember,” he leaned in to capture your lips and you could taste yourself from his mouth, feeling a little bit sticky but sweet like honey.

Endo’s hand cupped your face, tilting you as he claimed your lips next, his kiss was softer, more lingering, as if savoring the taste of you, smiling into the kiss. Pulling away his eyes were filled with nothing but pure adoration.

There was no need for words, no need to define what had just happened. The three of you tangled together breathless, basking in the afterglow of your shared pleasure. The fair, and every plan for the night had been forgotten, replaced by a different kind of fun, one that made you feel so incredibly good.

As you slowly came down from your high, breathing heavily as little tears started to form in your eyes, you felt Takiishi’s hands tightened on your hips, again. He wasn't finished. In fact, it seemed he was just getting started. His tongue countied to torment you, pace quickening as if he was starving for more, desperate to feel you fall apart beneath him one more time.

It was overwhelming, and though you had just climaxed, your body was already heating up again, responding to the attention he was giving you. You could feel the need building, your fingers threading through his long reddish hair, gripping it as you pressed his face closer to your folds.

Takiishi let out a deep, satisfied moan against you, the vibrations sending another shockwave of pleasure through your body. He was completely lost in you, his movements became more urgent and frantic, he devoured you like a possessed man. He couldn't get enough of you, plunging deeper, his lips sucking harder. You were so sweet, so perfect — you were his’s. The way he was going at you—he was intoxicated by you, by the way your body was enjoying him, and nothing else mattered. Endo watched in awe, he was smitten by the way Takiishi was consuming you, the desire in him as he countied to pleasure you, oblivious to anything else around him. It was a sight both frustrating and appealing.

He was impatient, the thought of making you feel good too and not only touching and marking you … But he had to wait, he didn't want to get into Takiishi’s way.

His hand traced along your side, brushing against the soft curve of your waist, his breath hot. “Takiishi…” voice was filled with need and impatience. He wanted his turn, but Takiishi was completely devoted, so focused on making you come undone again, that he didn't seem to hear, he didn't want to.

Endo’s hand slid down to your thigh, as he watched Takiish’s head move between your legs, his tongue working you over as if you were nothing but a crying and whimpering mess. Every moan, every cry that escaped your lips made his patience wear thinner, his own desire burning to have you growing with every passing second.

You were on the verge of coming again, as you gripped Takiishi’s hair tighter, pulling him even closer to you. Your hips bucked against his face, and him in return responded with grunts, and more fierce licks abusing you, pushing you another blissful orgasm. Your beauty was a wild contrast to the raw and intense moment—face framed by messy stand of your hair, eyes glowing, pupils dilated filled with so much love and lust, that made both of the boys smitten.

“Y-yamato…” your voice was a desperate plea, turning your head to catch his gaze, but your mind was still hazy, all you could think of was the way Takiishi was making you feel—how he was driving you mad with every press of his lips. “I want Yamato… Chika, stop!”

But he couldn't stop, too far gone, mind corrupted to taste every last bit of you. He didn't hear your words, too drunk and full of your juices that mixed with his saliva. His hands must have left huge scars from so much pressing.

Diving deeper, moving faster, keeping up.

Endo never got angry without a reason, especially with Takiishi, as he tried to maintain some kind of self control. But the way you moaned his name, the way your body trembled beneath the other’s touch, was driving him crazy. He wanted to be the one to push you, to feel you clench around him as you reached your high, he wanted you too.

But he knew Takiishi would not back up, so he kissed you again, and again, and again — pouring his frustration as his tongue tangled with yours, trying to distract you from the person between your legs.

But even as you kissed him back, your body was still betraying you, hips moving desperate for more. Endo could feel it too, he knew that you won't focus on him in your current state.

“Fuck…” he groaned against your lips, hands squeezing yout breasts as he tried to keep calm, to keep himself occupied. “Man, let me have her.”

Your thoughts dissolve, your brain malfunctioning, heart shaking, body trembling. The familiar sensation forming in your belly, ready to snap, and even though you wanted Endo, Takiishi’s attention was making you go utterly insane.

The dark-haired boy could see it, feel it, there was no stopping Takiishi once he set his mind on something. So Endo did the only thing he could—he whispered in your ear, slowly and taunting, “Come for him. Let him feel how much you need it.”

And with those words, as if you were under some spell, a form of some illusion, the tension inside you snapped, as Takiishi forced another orgasm as he swallowed everything to the last drop, his tongue never slowing its relentless pace even if you were crying for him to stop because it was getting too much. “Chika, please, I-I can't take it anymore…” you were left completely breathless as you were suffocating in the pleasure, but you will take it along with the pain.

Endo was heart-stricken by how pretty you looked, as you slumped back on his chest, your legs were sore as you hissed just by the slight adjustment. He knew that there would be time for him later, it was just the beginning of the night after all. For now he will hold you close, to calm you down, someone had to, he knows you let him have his turn sooner or later.

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, the aftershocks of your intense climax was still so overwhelming, leaving you on the brink of overstimulation. But, you needed to please Endo, to feel him, no time for exhaustion and resting.

Turning your head, eyes finding teal ones, his expression was filled with longing and that same lust Takiishi showed you minutes ago. Your fingers brushing against his arm in a silent plea. You didn't have to say a word; your eyes told enough. Endo understood you, always did, and the way you looked at him now—needy and still ready for more—set his heart racing.

A slow, almost sinister smile spread across his face as he gently repositioned you, his hands guided you onto your back as you felt the sickness between your thighs, evidence of how Takiishi had ruined you. But you were ready for more, you always are.

His fingers tracing the curves of your breasts, and your waist before settling between your legs. The first touch against your sensitive folds made you shiver, reacting to his familiar and gentle touch. He started slowly, easing his way back into you, fingers sliding through your wetness before he pushed one inside you, then another.

You cried, your tears flowed like a waterfall, they couldn't stop when your body arched when you felt him stretch you, fingers curling inside you in a way that made your toes curl. He knew you inside and out, like a pirate diving into the deep and dangerous waters, he didn't need a map, he had already been there.

“Pretty girl…” Endo murmured, as he watched the way your eyes fluttered shut as you lost yourself in him. His free hand moved to your face, brushing away the tears that had gathered at the corners, a more delicate gesture that contrasted with the toughness of his other hand. “So perfect for us,” he added, his own arousal evident in the way his voice trembled with want.

You could barely respond, or get what he was saying, too lost in the sensation of his fingers working their magic inside you. He was slow, wanting to make you enjoy this, drawing out every moan as he was about to make you come, even though you were still trembling from the last wave. His lips brushed against yours as he whispered “That’s it, yeah…I want to feel you.” His voice was as gentle as his pace.

Takiishi, who had been watching the entire time, couldn't tear his gaze away from you. The way your body responded to Endo, the soft whimpers—it was like a dream and it made him pumped again, even if he had you moments before.

Endo’s fingers moved faster now, his thumb brushing against your clit in a perfect rhythm, sending another wave of pleasure through your already overstimulated body. You could feel it coming and this time it would be even more intense.

You tried to hold it, but he was not trying to do that. Feeling the tears gathering in your eyes again, the painful pleasure was too much to bear, but you didn't want him to stop—you needed this, needed him.

“Yama…plea—,” you could barely form the words, trembling as you begged him for the sweet oblivion that he could bring you.

“So mesmerizing…” Endo moaned as he watched you, his gaze filled with something close to worship. He leaned down, lips brushing against yours in a soft, tender kiss, his fingers never slowing down and then it hit you—like a tidal wave crashing over you. Your body convulsed with the force of your orgasm, your hands gripping Endo’s arms as you cried out, your entire being consumed by the sudden overload of both pressure and satisfaction. Clenching around his fingers, muscle tightening, leaving you breathless.

He didn't stop, working you through your climax, until you were left shaking, slacking against the couch. His other hand countied to caress your face as he showered you with soft praises. His eyes flickered down to his fingers, stull coated with your essence. He hesitated for a moment but slowly brought them to his lips. His eyes slowly closed as he tasted you, a soft blush spreading across his cheeks, he was so in love with you that tasting you was one of the things he wished he could do every day and night.

He let out a quiet sigh, tongue darting out to trace each fingertip, savoring every last bit if you. His lashes brushed his cheeks as he opened his eyes meeting your gaze with a look that was both shy and charming. A smile tugged the corner of his lips, the blush deepening as he noticed your wide-eyed stare.

“You did so good, doll,” slowly withdrawing his fingers from his mouth glancing away from a moment, as if he was embarrassed by his boldness. Endo went to kiss you again, wanting to calm you down with his soft lips moving with yours.

You were a vision of divine beauty—a breathtaking mess that seemed to transcend mortal limits. As you lay there, skin glowing with otherworldly radiance, like a goddess caught in the throes of her own allure. Your smile, soft and knowing, was a silent promise of devotion and surrender. The twisted relationship had never been crystal clear, but in this sacred space it felt like the most natural and normal thing. Enveloped in their adoration, a cherished jewel in their midst, and they in return were part of you—your most treasured devotee. You were theirs, and they were yours, and that's how it should be.

Their eyes roamed once again over your tired body, taking in the way their adoration colored your skin; neck, shoulders and stomach were adorned with love bites, a constellation of marks that told the story behind their passion. Legs and thighs, too, had their imprint, a vivid display of their devotion. It was a sight to behold—a canvas of sensuality, painted by their affection, love and lust.

Yet, despite that, their love and hunger were far from sated. They weren't done admiring you, nor were they done ruining you. You knew that, there is still more to do but for now they will let you rest because whatever was about to happen next it would be just as intense, overwhelming, and just as perfect.

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[kingkatsuki]

— the ties that bind

I just needed to get this out of my system, because after catching up to Wind Breaker I got this idea in my head and I just hope it makes some form of sense outside the horny.

Endo would offer anything to Takiishi to make him happy, including you.

Pairing: Endo Yamato x Takiishi Chika x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, angst, toxic!unestablished relationship, power dynamics if you really squint, threesome, one!sided feelings (on yours and Endo’s part), dirty talk, m!masturbation, fingering, double penetration (cock and fingers in your pussy at the same time), creampie, cum eating, cunnilingus.

Word Count: 2.4k.

You’re not even sure if Takiishi truly loves you, or whether you’re just another pawn in his sadistic game of chess. Manipulating you would be easy anyway when you’re so desperately in love with him.

“You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” His thumb tugs at your bottom lip as you instinctively tilt your head, pathetically offering yourself to him as always. The option is his to take, his decision as always, “Anything.”

“Yes, Chika.” And perhaps he likes you because you always tell him exactly what he wants to hear.

Takiishi smiles at that and indulges you. Taking pity on you this time as he leans down to capture your lips in a fiery kiss, cradling your jaw in one of his palms as you feel yourself leaning into his touch. You like it when he’s like this— it allows you to trick yourself into thinking everything is copacetic.

“Is that good?” His lips curl into a smug grin against your lips. Already certain of the answer, though he’d never want you to lie to him.

And it is good, the lustrous euphoria that clouds your thoughts and leaves you in a delirious stupor. His balls are snug against the swell of your ass as he works to carve your cunt into the shape of his cock. Grinding against you as the coarse hairs at his base tickle your clit and have you clenching around him, sharp nails digging into the base of his skull as you pathetically writhe beneath him.

“Oh, fuck,” You sound out, chasing his lips. His mouth swallows the sound as he repeats the motion, delighting in the way your walls clench around his cock, “Chika.”

Takiishi pulls back to watch you now, drunk enough on the pleasure that crystalline tears clump in your thick lashes and your lips pout in a needy whine. The sight is completely debauched as he reaches out to palm one of your bouncing breasts, catching your nipple between his index and middle finger as he squeezes softly.

“You really are perfect, huh?” He continues, shaping his hand against the curve of your chest, grunting when you clench around him in response.

He’s like a drug, intoxicating and so damn addictive that you can’t stop yourself from coming back for another hit. His hands scorch your skin as he palms your breast, rutting into your warm cunt as his cock curves towards that sweet spot inside you.

He’s nothing like the man that everyone else gets to see, the strongest man in Furin's history. When you have him like this it’s easy to convince yourself that he’s something more— this soft side reserved just for you as he holds you in his arms and tells you he loves you. Except, he’d never say those words to you, would he?

“Told ya she was,” Endo smirks from behind you, and you’re brought back to your sickening reality.

It’s his fault you’re like this, after all.

“I thought she’d make you happy.” He scoffs, and you’re reminded of your stark reality, the real reason why you’re here, “I picked a good one, huh?”

Takiishi doesn’t answer, but instead gives another rough thrust into your tight cunt. Enough to have you crying out as Endo shamelessly flops down on his side onto the bed beside you, resting his head on his palm as he reaches out to pinch one of your taut nipples. His cock bounced from the movement as you noticed the globs of pre beading at the engorged tip, an angry pink that flushed down the length of him. Swollen balls, bulky and ready to give everything they’ve got to give to the man in front of you. Endo wrapped a calloused palm around his cock as he gave himself a lazy pump, smearing the opaline moisture along his length for lube as he pressed his thumb against his slit.

“She was a good choice.” Takiishi grunts, readjusting himself as he curls his hands beneath your thighs. Changing the angle as your walls clench around him, admiring the scars and welts that pucker against his chest.

And Endo delights in the praise, as though it was directed towards him. When the saccharine look in Takiishi’s eyes told otherwise— his softened irises almost convinced you that he cared.

It’s always been difficult to ascertain when he’s being deceptive but just as he enjoys playing this twisted game, you’ve started to play too. Like a pawn whose only task is to protect the king, you’ve set your pieces up to guard your heart. Terrified to admit to him how you feel, although you’re certain he can tell. He’s always been perceptive, after all.

“I’d do anything for you,” Endo continues stroking his cock, squeezing his palm around the girth of it, “You know that.”

And once again, that’s your stark reminder that none of this is real.

Takiishi had told you he cared for you before. One night below the stars when you were alone together, sharing a split bottle of whisky as you felt the breeze whip at your ankles. He’d only allow himself to be vulnerable when there was no one else around, no distractions. Or as vulnerable as Takiishi was capable of being, you supposed. But you wondered if he’d say the same to Endo when he was in the same position, all doe eyes and soft smiles as he cups your beating heart in a calloused fist and squeezes tight.

Endo always said Takiishi was a blazing inferno that consumes everything it touches indiscriminately, without a care for others. And that was probably why you’d both be going down in the blaze. Fooling yourself into believing that you would be able to avoid the fire when you should’ve known it was destroying you from the inside.

“You like that?” Takiishi murmured, “You like me fucking you into the shape of my cock?”

But maybe you were just as sadistic as them, indulging in the pain laced with such frivolity. Letting them use you however they see fit, under the guise that they actually care about you— that they love you.

“Yes,” You whined, trying feebly to match his pace. Wanting to prove to him that you were the right choice, that you’d do anything to make him happy. It disgusted you how much you’d bend your back to appease him, how much you were willing to give of yourself to receive next to nothing in return. You could only blame the pleasure clouding your mind for so much before the lusty fog cleared to a haze of realisation.

“Good girl.” He liked that answer, he always did.

Takiishi rewarded you with a particularly harsh thrust, as he pulled his hips back enough to drag his drenched cock from your silky depths before plunging it back in with a sudden rut.

“Her pussy sounds so fuckin’ wet.” Endo smirked at the lewd sound that filled the room, “She’s so noisy.”

“You always take me so well,” Takiishi murmured so softly, you’d mistake it for kindness. Smoothing a palm against your pelvis as he felt for his cock inside you.

“Yeah, and she likes it,” Endo scoffed, “Just look at her— you like being stuffed full, huh?”

He reached down to press two tattooed fingers against your puffy clit as you gasped in pleasure. Arching your back into his touch as Takiishi continued his rough pace, fucking you higher up the mattress from the ferocity of his thrusts as his red hair cascaded around him.

“Bet Chika’s stretching you out,” His fingers continued lower, spreading into a V on either side of Takiishi’s cock as they squeezed softly. The heel of his palm was now flat against your clit as you watched Takiishi’s eyes roll in pleasure, manicured nails digging into the plush of your thighs as he sought his high.

“This is the best gift yet, right Chika?” Endo grins, “Isn’t she the best gift?”

“Yeah,” Takiishi smiles down at you, and it has you falling even deeper, “You did good.”

Endo practically keened at the praise, a garbled sound akin to a whine slipped past his lips as slender hips bucked into his closed fist. And while Endo would say Takiishi is the king in this twisted game, you know him better. He’s like a rook, moving straight across the board to strike down every dispensable shield you’ve placed to guard your heart as he gets in through a hole in your defences.

“Fu-uck,” Endo groaned when he began to press two of his tattooed fingers into your warm, wet cunt above Takiishi’s cock. Feeling the stretch between your thighs as you writhed against tousled sheets, immediately clamping down in defence.

“Relax.” Takiishi smoothed a palm along your sternum, feeling the harsh doldrums of your heart as though on command you released the breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding.

Feeling Endo wiggle his fingers inside you with glee as the pair moved in tandem, calloused pads hitting the spongy spot inside you with each flick of his wrist as the blunt head of Takiishi’s cock carved your insides into the shape of him.

“You’re so big, Chika,” Endo continued, a groan vibrating low in his throat as he felt you tighten around him, “Are you gonna cum?”

The question wasn’t directed at you but the coil inside you wound tight, leaving you teetering on the edge of your bliss as you waited for something to have you free-falling.

“Shit,” Takiishi rasped, practically curled over you as his hips jerked, his pace faltering as he felt the pleasure building between his thighs.

“Fuck,” Endo growled, a toothy smile spread against his cheeks as he pressed harder against your g-spot, “Fuckin’ cum for me.”

It wasn’t directed at you, but the command had you convulsing, dipping into a high crescendo as you met your climax. Your walls fluttered around the two men as pleasure consumed you. White spots blurred your vision as you barely made out the feeling of Endo ripping his fingers from your warm cunt and moving his hand, still soaked with your slick, to Takiishi’s heavy balls. Moulding them beneath his fingers as he worked to push him over the edge, sitting up on the mattress to get a front-row seat at the debauched view in front of him.

Takiishi was wordless as he came, a guttural grunt forced from deep in his chest the only sound as he fisted the sheets on either side of you. Endo’s hand still milking his balls as he pumped white, hot spurts of cum inside your spent cunt, coating your velvety walls with his release.

“You’re so pretty when you cum.” Endo cooed, watching as Takiishi pulled out of your pulsing hole. His cock glistened with your essence as you left creamy pearlescent rings around the base of his cock.

Takiishi pulled back to assess the gape he’d left between your thighs, watching your hole pulse as it pushed some of his spend out of your abused hole. His cock bobbed in the air as he readjusted himself, reaching out to swipe two fingers against your messy folds to push his load back inside you. Offering the digits to you after as he smoothed them against your glossy lips like a man offering someone a chance to sample the sweetest ambrosia. And you took it gratefully, rolling your tongue around his fingers as you tasted the bitterness of him.

“Clean her up,” Takiishi commanded, pulling his spit-soaked fingers from your mouth as he wiped them against the side of your cheek, “Then you can have my cock.”

Endo gave his cock a final tug before moving his sticky hands to your thighs. Slipping his palms beneath the curve of your knees to manhandle you roughly, as though you were nothing more than a doll. And in reality, that’s exactly what you were— a toy for them to play with when they both got bored.

Your aching thigh held upright as he pushed your ass in the air, your back off the mattress as he pressed the flat of his tongue along your creamy slit. Collecting the cum that your fluttering walls had pushed out of you that drooled down towards your asshole as he cleaned you up.

“You taste so good,” He groaned, greedily pushing his tongue inside your stretched hole to slurp at the mixture Takiishi left behind as his nose nudged your overstimulated clit.

It wasn’t for your pleasure, it rarely was when it came to Endo and yet he still managed to have your eyes rolling back in a matter of minutes as you trashed against the dirty sheets.

Takiishi sat back to watch like he always did, his cock still half-hard and glistening with your slick. Just another part of the vicious cycle that you found yourself in, match after match in a sick game where he always came out as the victor.

Your hand flew out to card through Endo’s messy hair when you felt his teeth nip at your folds in his urgency, crying out as he shot you an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, baby,” He cooed, his voice laced with condescension, “I thought you could handle it.”

This wasn’t for your pleasure, it was for his. And yet he still had the coil inside you snapping as he forced you into another gratifying climax. Crying out as your entire body shook from the intensity, your nails stretching against his scalp as he pulled away with glee. Your juices drooled down his chin as he looked to Takiishi, not to you.

“It’s my turn now, yeah?” Endo licked his lips with glee, shamelessly ogling Takiishi’s cock, “You can fuck me, if you want—”

And once again you were reminded of the real reason why you were here, why Endo had picked you in the first place. Another twisted idea is to try and give Takiishi the best time of his life. To prove his love and devotion to a man who would never give him the same kind of reward.

The cloudy lust-filled haze that shrouded your mind now transforms into an almighty storm that has thunder and lightning crashing down around you. Ruining the perfect fantasy you’d concocted and convinced yourself was real.

For now, you were just another player in their sick and twisted game. Because they both want everything from you, but they give you nothing in return.

[unriding]

KINKTOBER DAY 5 — MASK KINK. endo yamato x f! reader ﾉ endo thought you were just joking about masks being hot— but if you really like them so much, he might actually consider.

CONTAINS — degradation, dirty talk, fear play, mask kink, mirror sex, pet names, praise, teasing, 1189 word count

ᘏ explicit smut (18+) — link to sign up for my taglist & to view mlist!

Endo wasn’t sure if you were being serious the first time you told him he would look hot in a Ghostface mask. Just laughed it off until he saw your lips tug into an angry pout.

So naturally, he was even more confused when you settled on holding out your screen in front of his face, twisting your phone to try and picture that it was actually him wearing it— and then you fell eerily silent.

The reaction you had given him right after that was weird— wide eyes with your lips awkwardly pressing into a tight line. An obvious sign he recognizes as you getting flustered. You always used to get like that when he teased you. The chance to fluster you even further presents itself to him, and of course, he pounces on it.

And he’s glad he did.

“Are you scared?” Endo’s hand tightens around your neck, forcing your cheek to press awkwardly against the mirror. You’re barely able to stay on your toes with the way his hips push you higher into your vanity— his cock nestled just between your ass.

You can feel each twitch— feel him pulse and throb against you and you know he needs you just as bad as you need him. “‘M not… not scared.”

The heat in your face makes it hard to even speak. Hard to breathe too. You hadn’t expected him to actually take this so seriously— but a part of you wonders if telling him about this kink of yours was actually a good idea. He might be too much to handle like this. You can feel your heart hammering against your chest, and you wonder if he’s able to hear it pound too.

You’re practically panting with need. It’s embarrassing— he looks too good like this. It’s not fair. Not fair at all.

Your mouth falls open in a loud moan when he presses himself harder against you, inching you further up your table. Even with the way your face is squished into the mirror like this, you can see him clearly.

Maybe too clearly.

The mask pairs perfectly with his tattoos— and Ghostface’s character fits him all too well.

It just feels so real.

“You’re not scared, huh?” He slowly cocks his head to the side, and you suck in a sharp breath. “What a bummer. You should be, pretty girl. You’re completely exposed.” His finger playfully flicks at your nipple, and your body shudders in response.

Endo leans in until his mask bumps against the side of your head, and your eyes slam shut on instinct. He’s so close— so close that you start to smell his cologne on top of how good he looks. “I can do whatever I want to you, you know. Anything. So how about now… feeling scared?” His hands roughly latch onto your hips, and a loud yelp slips out of your mouth.

He laughs at this. It’s a mean chuckle that you’re not used to hearing, but it’s all pretend— so it’s okay.

“That’s more like it. Fuck— you’re pretty when you’re scared. Feel that? Can you tell how good you make me feel?”

“Ahh..” he continues, and you can feel him nuzzle his mask into your neck. “I just have to ruin you. But— I’ll take my sweet time with you. That’s what you’d like though, isn’t it? To be fucked by a killer? How dirty. You’re a dirty, dirty girl, aren’t you?”

He presses his knee between your thighs, and you know he feels your slick coating it from the way he tilts his head. “See?” He pushes his leg up until your cunt, and the whine that leaves your lips is pure sin.

You were hoping he wouldn’t notice the way your juices have begun to drip down your leg, but it was too late for that. “Say it. Say you’re a dirty girl, or you’re not getting what you want.”

“I will!” You stammer. “I am. I.. I am.” It’s almost pathetic how fast you cave for him, but you’re confident that anyone in your shoes would have done the same.

“Not good enough. You have to use your words.”

He gives you a warning thrust, cock easily sliding between your thighs and it rubs against your clit perfectly, ripping another moan out of you.

He’s always been such a mean tease, hasn’t he?

He pulls back, just enough to give you a second thrust and the way his tip rubs against your folds already has your thighs trembling and smacking against his own. “Y-you’re mean. I’m..” your voice trails off into a low whisper, “I’m a dirty girl.”

He stills, fat tip prodding at your hole for a few moments. “You are, aren’t you? How obedient.” His hand latches around your face, squeezing your cheeks to crane your neck and make you face yourself. He pushes his entire length inside you the next second, chuckling at the way your mouth drops open in a silent scream. “Oh, you dirty, dirty girl. You took all of me. That’s how drenched you are. Feeling full? Feeling good, huh? Even when you should be scared out of your mind. How cute.”

“A-ah—” your walls flutter desperately around his length, trying to accommodate his size, but he’s always been a big stretch. “Endo… move—”

“Ah, ah” he tsks. “You’re giving me orders? How rude.” His hand slams over your mouth as soon as he sets a brutal pace against you, and you can tell he’s smiling ear to ear when your eyes roll back into your skull. “Much better.”

Each roll of his hips brings you a little closer to your high— tightens the knot in your core a little more— and it’s harder to stay upright with how hard he’s slamming into you. You’re forced to rise higher and higher onto your toes, almost entirely off the ground— and he doesn’t slow down even then.

“Gonna make you gush all over me,” he growls, “then I’ll toss you on the bed and stuff my fingers in you. Make you squirt all over the mask you love so much. How’s that sound?”

His hand hooks under one of your legs, lifting it onto your vanity so he can reach even deeper inside you, and you gasp. “F-fuck— fuck, gonna.. gonna cum!”

“How lucky. You’re a lucky girl— I’m being nice letting you cum like this. Next time, you’d better ask, yeah?”

His grip is tight around your hips, and your hands slam against your mirror, eyes barely able to lock onto your boyfriend before he gives you a particularly hard thrust, and you’re thrown headfirst into your orgasm.

“Ah!” You scream, eyes slamming shut as you shake underneath him. It’s a violent one. Has your frame shaking and your cunt spasming around his length— and he’s kind enough to slow down for you. Just a bit. Gives you long and deep thrusts to help you ride out your high, but he’s not even close to being done with you.

He’s planning on getting good use of the mask he went out of his way to get for you.

[sugurouge]

— call her my obsession : ghostface! ex boyfriend! endo yamato x f!reader

content warnings! DARK CONTENT, mask kink, slight stalking, hunter/prey, possessive topics, lovesick endo, lots of praise, marking, biting, public sex, pet names (doll, good little thing/ thing, darling, bunny, princess, sweetheart, he rambles), dubcon, yandere themes, slight strangling&asphyxiation, hair pulling, remnants of conditioning, toxic relationship, cunnilingus, rough sex, manhandling

summary: endo would do anything to please. even if you have scratched him out of your life months ago, he would never give up on the person he loves that easily. when will you learn that he lives to make you happy? maybe if he brings your wildest fantasies to life, you will let him in again. in the end, he is nothing but hopelessly devoted to you

wordcount: 2.8k | my kinktober masterlist

a/n: this is my piece for the tokyo station ghostface collab! i hope you will enjoy <3

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It all began at a silly Halloween party. You showed up dressed provocatively, in a skin-tight black bodysuit and a laughable excuse for cat makeup, topped off with a pair of fake ears. It looked cheap, but in the best way possible, a pair of icy blues noted amused. His brave little bunny hiding in cat clothing.

Throughout the night, you felt his presence, like a chilling gust of wind that had shivers crawl up your spine. Yes, someone was watching you—someone hiding behind a rubber white mask. You saw many of said mask that night, but he stood out. The tight fitting black turtleneck, muscular build, gloved hands. Everything made him look too hot to be at this shabby party. 

He knew you were watching him, lusting after him. You were probably halfway gone the moment he first touched you. Strong hands hovered over your hips as you swayed to the playlist's songs. Despite the booming of the music, your pathetic mewl rang through to his very core. The tremble of your glossy lips told him all about the dirty thoughts that were racing through your pretty mind.

Naughty little thing.

How dare you leave him alone on the dance floor after eyefucking him as much as he did you? You were an open book, playing hard to get like the princess you are as your heels carried you through the crowd. Yet, that longing gaze over your shoulder was all he needed to keep following you. He could almost smell your arousal. The thought of your wet pussy made him salivate, made him miss everything you two once had even more. Sharp canines dig into his bottom lip to keep him grounded. 

He had to focus; he couldn’t lose you now. 

Not when you finally made it outside the abandoned house, moonlight casting you in an ethereal glow, making you look like an angel.

But where are you taking him? Why are you so certain he’ll follow you? 

With only one goal in mind, your feet follow the pathway until you reach the edge of a little forest. You can’t help the curiosity that screams at you to just give all this a try. Those scenes in horror movies that make you unconsciously press your thighs together, make you bite your nails until your old company pointed out your adorable reactions. It was embarrassing back then, realising that such twisted scenes turn you on, and even more so, the wish to be chased for once. You never expected this to actually happen. 

So this is all your own fault. Because of your stupid social media and movie obsession. What kind of idiot would actually want to play catch in the woods with fucking Ghostface? With a stranger of all things. Your ancestors would be so disappointed. 

The forest looms ahead, dark and foreboding, each shadow seeming to stretch out, eager to swallow you whole. Your breath quickens, heart pounding in your chest as you venture deeper. The moonlight barely pierces the dense canopy above, casting eerie patterns on the forest floor.

It all seemed like child’s play, until actual fear settles in your bones. Until your heels make your escape harder, getting stuck in the dirt or caught on roots again and again. The game has turned dangerous, as adrenaline surges through you. The echo of your pursuer's footsteps grow louder, closer.

He teases you with the cracking of branches beneath his heavy footwear, he must have an easy time stalking behind. “Sweetheart, where are you bringing me?” His raspy voice rings through the trees, as clear as if he were to stand right behind you—looming above your smaller frame like a starved wolf. Your mind races, torn between the intoxicating excitement and the creeping terror as a whimper seems like your pathetic answer to his question. You have fantasised about this moment, but reality is far more intense. The fear is real, and so is the man chasing you. “I thought you wanted to play with me as much as I wanna play with you, bunny~” 

How dare you try to get away from him?

Maniacal laughter echoes through the woods as Endo watches you stumble through the dark, refusing to speak with him, you seem unable to think. Are you really that scared? "Stop trying to run from me," he warns, impatience starting to lace his voice. "You were such a good little thing, got me all riled up. Now let me catch my reward."

The forest seems to close in around you, shadows dancing and whispering secrets as you desperately search for a way forward. But the footsteps of your pursuer only grow louder, the sound of leaves crunching underfoot mixing with your staggered breaths. Endo revels in the chase, the joy of witnessing your fear, and the promise of what comes next.

"I want the woods to hear your pretty moans, all for me," he nearly moans the words as he tears off the Ghostface mask to see better. His crazy blue eyes lock onto you, the moonlight illuminating his face, twisted with a mix of lust and madness all for you to see. 

You stumble upon the initial scare, heart pounding wildly in your chest. How? Why? Out of all the people in the world. “No backsies~” Endo warns, as you lose sight of him in the trees. Anyone, anyone but him. You hide behind a tree, eyes heavy from the tears you were fighting back now spilling free. The forest, once a place of curiosity for your dark fantasies, feels like a trap. And Endo is closing in on you. 

It’s an eerie atmosphere as silence holds your body still like a ghostly embrace. You are too scared to speak, move, or look. You should really be on the lookout for your surroundings, but your eyes remain tightly shut, tears seemingly unending as they ruin your makeup and taint your cheeks.

The stillness is unbearable.

Until Endo reaches you. His strong frame overwhelms you in an instant. Somewhere along the way he rid himself of the constricting sweater, freeing his heated skin to let his signature tattoos greet you. The sudden proximity of his body wraps a blanket of intense, nearly unbearable heat, around you. It battles the stark contrast of the chill that clings to your body. His hand grasps into your hair recklessly, yanking you back until you have no choice but to stumble into his broad chest. The tattoos that snake along his arms are suddenly around your neck, his fingers pressing into the delicate skin to successfully constrict your breath.

Endo hums cheerfully, much unlike the given situation, his sugary voice vibrates against your ear as he whispers, "Found ya!" The sweetness of his words contradicts sharply with the crude actions that follow as he presses you against a tree, his teeth bruise your shoulder before he nibbles along your neck.

His canines break your skin with ease as his nails dig into your hips, to perfectly hold you in place. You feel your body break beneath his strength, effortlessly being handled like Endo's favourite toy when he arches you into the tree, your ass out for his cock to rut against while he abuses your skin, littering it with love bites. "Fuck me, you smell so good, pretty thing," he murmurs while shamelessly inhaling your scent, just as sweet as he remembers. “I’ve missed you so much, you can’t imagine…”

Deep, raspy moans of your name and filthy mumbles are a haunting symphony of his deep love. 

He can no longer contain his excitement. The need to have you, to feel you, to taste you again reigns over him. Endo's large hands run along your outer thighs before moving to the insides to let his fingertips tease your overly sensitive skin. Greedily, he cups your pussy in his palm, his fingers brushing against your clit through the fabric. Oh, he loves how much you leak because of him. He has no other choice but to rub in just how much your body reacts to him. 

You fulfil Endo. The pathetic cry that escapes your lips? Heavenly. The plea of his name? Delicious. And the nimble fingers trying to push against his strong hand? "Fuck, you’re so cute," Endo whispers in a most lovesick way possible.

But enough playing around. Enough hiding from him. Endo focuses back onto the task ahead, onto the flimsy bodysuit you’re wearing. Which is, by the way, so easy to tear, to conquer what he needs, just like that: His fingertips dig into the fabric between your thighs and the harsh ripping sounds have you jolt awake, have you pull away from his grasp like a spoiled brat—he hates brats.

"Stop putting up a fight," he murmurs, "You asked for this." The sharp sting in your scalp is a brutal reminder of your place as Endo yanks your hair once more, pulling you back into his grasp. Your head rests on his shoulder, his crazed gaze locking onto your widened eyes, fear evident in your pretty pupils. Two fingers pump deeply into your cunt, scissoring your walls to prepare you for his own twisted desires. "Look at you, clinging to my fingers like a cockhungry little monster," he chuckles, relishing in his own words and your ashamed reaction as you struggle to maintain eye contact. 

"Why don’t your pretty lips beg for me as well?" he whispers into your ear before his teeth graze your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. "Beg for me to fuck you out in the open. Beg for me, come on, pretty girl, I need you to tell me how desperate you are for me right this fucking moment." His eyes widen with excitement, a manic grin spreading across his face, making him appear almost unhinged—yet, to you, insanely hot? 

His maniacal love brings back memories you repressed. No matter how sick his affliction was, it filled you like nothing else. And now that he’s back, Endo will make sure he never messes that up again.

This is all you wanted, isn’t it? The hunt, the chase, the inevitable claim of the prize. You nod quickly, lips pressed tightly together before they part again, though you can’t stop grinding against him like an animal in heat. "Please, fuck me, take me, I’m all yours, you won, I really, really wanna—" Your pleas are cut off by a high-pitched moan as he thrusts a third finger into you. Your eyes roll back from the intense stimulation, but a sharp spank to your arse drags you back to reality.

"Didn’t say it was enough—go on," Endo urges, his eyes searching your face, desperate for praise. "Can’t think of anything but getting fucked by you tonight. Please, please, please, I need you!" Of course you do. And he needs you just as badly. He knows you so well, knows exactly how to make your sharp tongue forget how to form words, how to make you chant his name like a prayer. The sounds falling from your lips fuel his madness, his eyes frantically searching yours for every scrap of affection you can offer him in this obscene display.

Your back meets the rough bark of a tree as Endo lifts your legs effortlessly, placing them on his shoulders as he kneels before you like a man devoting himself to his goddess. You barely have time to catch your breath before his mouth is on your pussy, his head buried between your thighs as he laps at your folds with fervour. His tongue, hot and insistent, drags along your puffy lips before pushing against your throbbing flesh, circling your clit with maddening precision. His groans vibrate through your body, and you clench your thighs around his head, your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging violently at the roots—just the way he loves it. He savours the shivers running down his spine, the tightening in his gut, the aching weight in his trousers.

"Fuck, you’re driving me insane, doll," he moans into your pussy, his teeth grazing your clit until you jerk, too sensitive yet craving more. You could never get enough of him. Why did you even bother breaking up with him?

"‘M so close, can’t take more, Ya-Yamato~" You gasp, but he won’t let you falter now. You can take more—just a little more of his love. The pain you cause by pulling his hair only spurs him on, driving him further into his frenzy. Until you’re trembling against him, your legs shaking around his head under the relentless patterns of his tongue circling your clit. Your increased volume drives Endo to the brink of madness.

"God, bunny, you taste so fucking good," he mutters into your folds, the vibrations of his words adding to the overwhelming pleasure. Your moans are like music to him, a symphony he could listen to endlessly. His fingers slide back into you, curling to reach that perfect, gummy spot inside while he devours your slick like a man starved. He pushes you harder against the tree, his free hand roaming your thighs, tearing your bodysuit further apart for easy access to everything he craves.

This is his reward, his obsession—his twisted love made flesh. And you, trembling and whimpering under his touch, are exactly where you belong.

You’re rutting against his face, pulling him deeper into your pussy, thighs squeezing around him, muffling his groans as your moans echo through the dead forest. Just as the crest of your release approaches, he suddenly pulls away, and your feet land on the ground. His palm meets your puffy cunt with a sharp, stinging slap, pushing you over the edge with a burst of pain. You tumble into his strong chest, fully engulfed in Endo, surrounded and protected by him as you come undone in the palm of his hand.

"Good little thing, playing so well with me tonight," he murmurs, his voice a mix of praise and possessiveness. "You deserve to be fucked until your legs give out, leaving a trail for all the perverts to lick up on your way home." He inhales your scent deeply, arms holding you steady as you teeter on the edge of consciousness. You’re halfway gone, lost in the aftermath of your release, so it’s no surprise you don’t register the sound of his zip being undone.

Endo manoeuvres you like his personal plaything, turning you around with a practised ease. A flat hand between your shoulder blades pushes you forward, but he doesn’t let you fall. He’ll always hold his princess up. His biceps flex as he snakes an arm around your waist, positioning you perfectly to slide his needy cock inside you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, drowning himself in your scent as he thrusts deeply, each push driving you forward in his embrace. Your body jerks with the impact, on the verge of giving out.

"You wanted this," he reminds you, his breath staggered, drawing out each word as he battles his own exhaustion. "You know I’ll make any of your wishes come true, no matter how fucked up." Another harsh thrust nearly drives you into the tree, but Endo pulls you back, refusing to let you drift too far from him. He will always hold you as close as possible. "I’d do anything for you," he rambles, his voice thick with devotion. His brows furrow in concentration as he leans back, his eyes raking over your subdued form.

His hands grip your upper arms, his thighs spreading you open as his hips bounce against the soft flesh of your arse. He’s so close—so fucking close. Mumbled adorations spill from his lips, "My perfect girl," and hushed "I love you"s pouring into your fucked-out mind. He doesn’t mind your muted responses; not when your walls clamp around his cock with every word of praise. His beloved is tired, after all. "Gonna cum inside ya, fuck, I’m so close," he groans, his breath ragged, moans raspy. The heat of his breath and the drops of sweat the only sensations grounding you while he fucks you with growing desperation.

Endo's movements slow down for him to only grind into you once his neediness makes a return. "Let me hear it again, pretty thing, tell me." His voice is a desperate pant, needing your words to anchor him. Perfectly conditioned, you remember what makes him fall apart in the palm of your hand. No matter the bile biting your throat upon the messy memories you hold for him, you give him what he needs. "I-I love you, Yamato, I love you, can you cum for me, please?" you pant, your voice trembling.

His eyes roll back, a near-maniacal grin spreading across his face as his head falls back to gaze at the bright moonlight above. "Don’t have to ask me twice, doll," he promises, and with a final thrust, he finally lets go, freeing himself from the pent-up need that consumed him.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[worldume]

TWO DEMONS AND AN ANGEL….

˖┊ spotlight: yamato endo & chika takiishi.

˖┊ synopsis: (name) is endo and chika's favorite coloring book! they love to bully their sweet little lamb into doing things she’s not comfortable with. why? because they can & its fun!

˖┊ content: dark content, power imbalance relationship, bullying, themes of humiliation, implied polygamy, toxic relationship, coerced piercing, christina piercing, needles, alcohol transfer from mouth to mouth, afab reader, she/her pronouns, canonverse but endo and chika own a sleazy tattoo shop, tattoo artist endo, piercer chika for lore purposes, all characters are adults/aged up, endo and chika are awful!

˖┊ word count: 2k.

“you scared?”

“n—no but—” (name) stammered under his gaze, her voice cracking as she struggled to find her words. she averted her gaze from him, finding a sudden interest at chika moving about through the room as he gathered a few things around their shop. it was tucked away in a narrow sketchy alley in japan that looked like the kind of place only those in the know would visit— covered in graffiti and old posters with a flickering neon sign. the place had the vibe of a dive bar.

there was a small furrow in her brows and her lips tugged slightly in a glossy pout. no fair.. no fair!

looking at endo was so.. difficult for a couple reasons. number one: he was so fucking attractive. the kind of attractive that made her shy away from his gaze because she started to feel self conscious about everything little thing. did he like her hair? her makeup? the outfit she wore today? but more importantly, he could be just so mean if someone caught him on a bad day— he was finicky with his moods. and sometimes he didn’t want anyone looking him directly in the eye.

she’s witnessed first hand how brutally yamato beats people into a shell of themselves— weak people who he believes test who’s a poser and who’s not. endo is a pretty laid back guys for the most part, but, he has very little respect and tolerance for those who are weak. he thinks they’re boring, a drag and a complete waste of his fucking time. weak people get under his skin. weak people disgust him. weak people don’t deserve to call themselves human. and he couldn’t stand when weak people paraded around as though they weren’t.

but (name) was weak. so it makes her wonder why he keeps her around— why the both of them keep her around.. they’re not laughing at her behind her back right? she helps around.. sure she wasn’t the strongest person physically but she has uses.. or at least that’s what she tells herself.

you see, (name) is a pushover. a people pleaser. and a pathetic excuse for a spine. which is precisely why endo initially took such an interest to the girl— the irony, right? endo was just.. so tickled by it he giggled like a little kid who was told their first joke. he’s never seen anyone quite as pitiful as her. but he supposes women were an exception, right? endo almost found it.. cute? (name)’s looks were really the cherry on top of it all— a pretty little bow to wrap his present. just how could someone as pretty as her be such a.. disappointment. endo almost found it to be a waste of a perfectly good vessel, but.. he found that he gained some sort of sick gratification from bullying (name).

it was fun for him. and something to help pass the time when there’s nothing interesting going on. it was sad really— some of the things they made her do were nothing more than mere humiliation tactics that served no real purpose other than to see her actually do everything she’s told. no questions asked. like controlling when she use the bathroom, a “dress code” that usually consisted of micro mini skirts and the requirement of no panties, making her call herself awful things when she fails (bitch, slut and whore are some of noroshi’s favorites), her mouth being used as an ashtray— the list can go on.

‘how did such a sweet girl like (name) get caught up in this crowd?’ is what all the sweet townspeople of makochi ask amongst themselves when they see her on an off chance visiting her mom. but no one would be able to guess that she devoted herself to these men by choice. (name) felt as though she were indebted to endo and chika. that she owed the both of them all of herself because they saved her.

there had been a night where she had found herself walking alone after a night out with her friends, she was a little bit more than tipsy and stumbled across an alley she shouldn’t have. (name) remembers it well— stopping to pull out her phone for her gps. (name) hadn’t have been familiar with the area so she hadn’t been quite sure where she was. there was a voice behind her and all she knows is that she was being grabbed— she remembers screaming for help and thinking that it was her end. but that’s when they came to help her.

she remembers endo’s eyes that night when he got on one knee to match her level— her eyes drifting to chika who stood behind him. (name) couldn’t have been more thankful, they were her saviors..

that was then but now (name) felt as though she were walking on a pit of eggshells and thin ice— something seemingly so simple as holding the eye contact he was so insistent on made her feel uneasy sometimes which was so unfortunate because he has such pretty eyes. as much as she admired him, endo often used eye contact as a tool for intimidation— borderline a threat specifically for her alone. probably because he knew the only real thing he had to do was give her a look and she would submit— cowering like a scared little lamb so scared of getting gobbled right up by the big, bad wolf.

endo followed her gaze, tilting his head as his eyes bored into her own. he could admit that she was more than a looker— that sad, kicked puppy look really does something for him.

“but? but but but? but what.” it was a nasty sneer that left from endo’s lips as he mocked her. his lip curling in a way that screamed he was becoming more and more agitated by her hesitation— her lack of immediate compliance. this wasn’t their obedient little love— she was starting to piss him off.

“nothing— i just..” she trailed off. “will it hurt..? what if i cry?” she asked, looking up at him with the sweetest look. (name) were so naive it hurt. god— he could skull fuck her right now and he knew she’d absolutely love every single moment of it.

“sweetpea, you said you’d do anything for us. you didn’t lie to me did you?” he asked, brows furrowed as though he were actually hurt at the implication he just pulled from his book of manipulation.

“no..! of course not..!” she shook her head quickly.

“then a little pain shouldn’t be an issue, right? all the fights and trouble we get in for you isn’t even comparable.” there is was— he always did this. make her feel like she didn’t appreciate all that they’ve done for her which was her biggest fear.

“yeah, you’re right.. o–okay.. okay.” she let out a shaky breath as she nodded, a small smile growing on her lips as she felt endo’s hand pat her head.

“takiishi~ our little love’s all done bein’ a crybaby. c’mon.” he said.

chika sits down onto the roller stool, scooting over smoothly while the wheels squeaked over the cracked floor tiles so that he’s nestled in between her legs now. he spreads her lips apart, his eyes low as he watches how she clenches around nothing. hm. was she scared or was this arousal? it wouldn’t be the first time chika’s suspected she gets off on that kind of thing..

“wait— please!” panic rose in her chest, her cheeks heating up as she captured chika’s eyes. her pussy was completely bare before him, her thighs raided with tattoos that were more like brands as they stated slogans like ‘property of noroshi,’ ‘endo was here :),’ chika’s initials, and other dehumanizing phrases tattooed on her. to anyone else these could be perceived as insulting and degrading but for (name), she wore each proudly. of course the first time endo talked her into she had her reservations but she really just couldn’t say no, could she?

“will it hurt?” chika hadn’t responded, only opting in for a stare before endo spoke up once again.

“how about this? we’ll give you somethin’ that’ll take the edge off, alright?” he clasped his hands together before spinning on his heel to walk over to a counter where he snagged a bottle of vodka. “some old fashioned anesthesia.” endo smiled as he turned back around, walking back over to her where she laid.

she eyed the bottle with a look of hesitation on her face— it’s contents half full as the clear liquid sloshed around in the thick glass container. “yamato.. i don’t like to drink..”

“what?” he raised his brow as he twisted off the cap. “you know, you really shouldn’t mumble, sweetheart. i can’t hear a damn word you say.” but endo knew good and well that heard her as clear as day.

“n—nothing.. ‘m sorry. let’s do it..”

“no shot glasses or anything fancy like that but— i like doing it like this.” his hand finds its way to the crown of her head to tilt her head at an angle. he takes a swig of the vodka, holding it in his mouth for a moment before leaning in close to her and pressing his lips to her own. endo transfers the liquid in a slow controlled flow, the alcohol passing from one mouth to the other.

“mmf..!” the taste is awful and (name) told herself she’d never be able to get used to it but the warmth she was starting to feel a few seconds later seemed to help with her anxiety just a bit.

endo crouched down a bit to her level on piercing bed, an obnoxious smile on his lips as he watches on.

chika’s gloved hands aligned the needle, hovering just above the skin as the sharp tip gleamed under the light. his moment is skillfully controlled, fingers firm but gentle— the cold metal of the needle presses lightly against the flesh, the sensation a mix of cool steel and the warmth of skin contact. just before the needle penetrates, there’s a brief pause..

(name) let out a shriek as she felt the needle pierce through her flesh— the initial sensation was sharp, a pain unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. her toes curled and her hand flew to endo’s dark locks, involuntarily pulling his head back as her body started to writhe and lift at the pain. but it had been over as soon as it happened— chika’s fingers were nimble and worked quickly as he threaded the dainty jewelry through. the pain shifted into a dull ache and a sense of relief washed over her when chika spoke: “it’s finished.”

“fuck yeah— let’s see it.” endo said as he reached for the hand mirror sitting on the tray stand beside chika. (name) couldn’t help the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, a sniffle or two escaping from her lips.

there was slight throb where the jewelry laid as she sat up to look down at the mirror. the gem was her favorite color— she had to admit that it looked pretty good.

“she’s gonna be outta commission for a while, baby.” endo cooed at her. “you like?”

“yeah.. it’s cute.” she giggled breathlessly. “i did.. i did good, right?” (name) asked, her eyes screaming for approval.

“so good— let’s take a picture and show the guys, yeah?”

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[evergreen-endo]

CHAUFFEUR | Y. ENDO + C. TAKIISHI

cw: 18+ mdni, f! reader, fluff to smut very quickly, car sex(?), reader gets fingered lol. uhh that's it i think. wc: 1.5k. a/n: this is p tame compared to my other works on here ✮ツ hope u enjoy anyway.

“Thank fuck,” you breathe, luggage in hand as you finally make it past baggage claim. It’s been a long few weeks on your business trip without Takiishi and Endo. While you enjoyed the peace and quiet at first, it quickly became lonely without them. They’re always there to help you relax after a long shift, or to listen to you complain about your boss, though it tends to turn into them threatening to talk to him for you. 

You wait on a bench outside the airport for Endo to pick you up, jittering with excitement. You’re sure he has plenty of stories to fill you in on– he’ll take any opportunity to talk about Takiishi– as well as pent up energy to take out on you. The thought makes you cross your legs and smile to yourself in anticipation.

The all too familiar low, rumbling purr of Endo’s car alerts you that he’s nearby, and you scurry to your feet. The polished black sheen of it rolls around the corner, definitely over the airport parking lot speed limit, and pulls up right in front of you, the brakes nearly screeching to a halt. You swear the driver’s side door opens before the car even comes to a full stop, and Endo's tall, tattooed frame prances towards you, muscled arms outstretched, with a bellowing, “Babyyyy!”

He’s just as excited as you are, and butterflies swarm in your tummy at the thought. As he closes the distance, you lunge towards him and get swallowed up in his warmth, face pressed against his pecs that bulge under his tank top. His voice is muffled against your hair when he murmurs, “I missed you baby, welcome home!” 

You giggle, “Not exactly home yet, Yamato. Countin’ on you to get me there.”

He presses a kiss onto the top of your head with an obnoxious muah, and mutters, “Got you, baby. Lemme get these bags off your hands.” As he turns to load your bags in the trunk, you startle a bit at the presence behind him you hadn’t previously noticed– Takiishi.

He stares, waiting for you to approach him. Staring back in shock, because a bustling airport isn't exactly his scene, you amble towards him, “O-oh. Chika. You came!” He blinks, and nods, fingers twitching at his sides, perhaps in anticipation. You fumble a bit in your steps toward him, and your eyes flit around his face in search of…well, anything, really.

The sound of the trunk slamming shut barely registers as you and Takiishi stare at each other, as well as Endo’s sing-songy tone, “Of course he came! I told you he missed you!” 

The comment has you beaming and craning your neck up at the man in front of you, hinting that you want a kiss without being too forward for his liking. But Takiishi, full of surprises as he is, pulls you to him by the back of your neck, making you yelp. The second your lips connect, his tongue is sliding against yours and nearly breaching your throat. He drinks you in like he’s trying to consume you, sucking and biting your lips until drool drips down your chin. Even then, he’s dipping down with his tongue to clean you up before he gets you messy all over again. His hands circle your waist and run down your hips, squeezing as gently as is possible for him. Ringed fingers dip under the hem of your shirt so he can smooth over the skin of your belly, making you squeak from the sudden cold. You’re brought back to reality when the airport’s sliding doors open beside you, and a group emerges, murmuring amongst themselves and letting out awkward coughs. 

Your eyes shoot open and you separate with a loud pop, a string of spit still connecting the two of you as you nervously laugh in their direction, averting your eyes while his burn into you, still. A deep giggle reminds you that Endo's waiting, arms crossed and bulging over his chest as he leans against his car. His mouth is stretched into a smitten grin as he gazes at the two of you, completely infatuated, before he chirps, “Ya ready now?”

Endo opens the backseat door for you, like a gentleman, before a harsh grip on his wrist prevents him from closing it. Takiishi slides in beside you, grabbing the inside handle to slam it shut, almost crushing Endo’s fingertips in the process. Endo sighs to himself with a dreamy smile as he walks around to the driver’s side door. Lovebirds, he thinks.

The second Takiishi sits beside you, his hands are on you. Innocent at first— as innocent as he can be. He rubs and squeezes at your thighs as you rest your head on his shoulder and throw quick, tired responses to Endo as he blabbers on enthusiastically, oblivious to the scene behind him. 

“Did you touch yourself while you were away?” Takiishi whispers right into your ear, calloused palm trailing up your thigh. 

You nod your head no, and he tsks. “I don’t believe you.”

His fingertips dip under your skirt as he recalls the times you missed their calls in the past two weeks, claiming to be “too busy” to answer, even though you promised to call back later. He didn’t take kindly to your lack of availability. It was to the point Endo was nearly praying you’d pick up on the first ring, just so he wouldn’t have to walk on eggshells around Takiishi until you graced them with a call back. 

He pulls your panties to the side, swiping a finger through your folds and breathing out deep through his nose at the feeling of your slick. Other than the kiss at the airport, he can’t think of any other reason you’d be dripping like this. So now, as he’s gathering your slick on the pads of his fingers to circle your clit, he wonders if maybe you truly went two weeks without touching yourself to the thought of them. Most importantly, him. The thought has him bristling, a searing heat behind his eyes and a tight pull in his chest. He kisses his teeth, unfamiliar with the feeling that’s been brewing in his gut since you left. So what if you were too busy to miss him? Your pussy clearly wasn’t.

In one movement, he’s down to the knuckle of his index. Your eyes flit to Endo in the rear view mirror, his own twinkling as he beams, rattling off plans he’s made now that you’re back. You’re half listening, nodding so Endo feels acknowledged and Chika feels encouraged— not that it would stop either of them from doing what they want.

You’re thankful for the way Endo never shuts up, or there would be nothing to cover the squelch as Takiishi slides a second finger in, curling them upwards and moving at just the pace you like. His rough fingers drag against your walls in a way yours never could, stretching you and reaching spots you long for when he’s not around. He scissors them, prompting you to spread your thighs further apart to give him more access. Pushing deeper into you, he feels around for the spot he knows will have you falling apart in no time. A gentle reminder that you have no business ignoring him again.

Endo's voice is merely an echo to you, but you're alert enough to register and muster out mumbled affirmations. It doesn't sit well with the man who's knuckle deep in you, waiting on you to give him what you owe him. Once he brings the heel of his palm down to grind against your clit, you’re fucked. There’s no way to hide the blissed out expression you wear or the desperate cant of your hips to match his tempo. 

Endo, still babbling on, checks the rear view mirror, nearly pouting at your lack of response, only to see the whites of your eyes and Chika latched onto your neck. Suddenly he’s quiet, and turning the music down too, so he can hear how sloppy you are as Takiishi pumps his fingers inside you. He’s not paying enough attention to the road to notice a pothole that directs Chika’s fingers straight into your sweet spot, forcing a loud, strangled moan out of you.

“Chika,” you whine, rolling your head back onto the headrest and grabbing at his thighs. 

“Hm. So now you wanna talk to me?” He angles his fingers to press up against that spot, over and over again.

“Can….hah! Ah..Chi—fuck!” 

“Use your words.”

“Chika….Chika can I cum? Please?”

He responds by pushing his fingers deeper as Endo takes a hand off the wheel to palm his aching cock. 

An obscene, drawn out moan of Takiishi’s name is followed by a sob, and you’re squirting all over his fingers and Endo’s leather seats. He removes them to lean forward and drag his hand along Endo’s cheek before dipping into his mouth. Endo moans as his eyes roll back into his head, swerving around on the road in the process. “Watch it.” Takiishi corrects. Endo nods rapidly, eyes lidded. Chika leans back and drags his gaze down your body, adjusting your skirt and patting your hair down. “Is that enough proof?” 

You’re still reeling from your orgasm, head fuzzy, “Pr–huh? Proof of what?”

“...That I missed you.”

[hayatoseyepatch]

Description: Smitten. We don’t always get to choose who our hearts call for. Just a collection of some of the wb characters who have a crush on their friend’s partner.  Charcters: Akihiko Nirei, Yamato Endo, & Haruka Sakura (feat. Chika Takiishi & Hayato Suo) Word Count:1.7k

Contains: Fem!Reader x Multiple Charcters. Smut and a bit of angst if you squint.

Content Warnings: voyeurism, threesome, panty stealing, degradation, praise, masturbating, p in v, hair pulling, slight dubcon, exhibitionism, dacryphilia, sharing.

Author's Note: WE’RE SO BACK!! Sorry I’ve been like mia, I had such an intense bout of writer's block, I thought it was going to be the end of me, truly. Thank you for being so patient with me. As always I hope you enjoy!

Nirei knew it was wrong, he knew it was. But that didn’t stop him from letting your name slip past his lips, the sound of it muffled by the fabric he had pressed to his nose. His eyes closed tight as he desperately fucked his fist, hips rutting up off the mattress wishing desperately that it was your soft velvety walls wrapped around his cock instead. From the moment the blonde had first laid his eyes on you he was smitten. His heart hammered in his chest from the moment, all those years ago, when you had first strolled into that classroom at Bofurin. The sound of your laugh is soft as a melody, your voice as sweet as honey. He was entranced by you.

He had gotten a new notebook after you first met. Fully intending to fill its pages with every single detail about you. He wanted to know it all, wanted to fill the notebook with the story of your lives. However, as time passed, it was impossible for him (or anyone else for that matter) not to notice the longing gazes you sent toward Sakura. The way your smiles were always the softest, the most genuine when being directed towards him. The way your flushed cheeks matched his own whenever near the other. The way you both looked at each other when you both thought no one else was watching. So it was with a heavy heart that he agreed when Sakura had come to him, asking him for his assistance in winning you over. He did promise he’d help him make it to the top, after all. Nirei wanted nothing more than to keep that smile on your face, even if it wasn’t directed at him.

That was years ago, but his yearning for you never stopped, so here he was a pair of your stolen panties gripped tightly in his fist as he inhaled your scent. The closest he would ever be to having the taste of your sweet pussy would be his tongue slipping from his mouth as he licked a fat stripe up the center of the soiled garment. His thumb brushes the sensitive underside of his cock’s tip, collecting the precum that had dribbled over, using it as makeshift lube. He imagined the way you would sound, having committed to memory the way your voice sounded saying his name. Enough that he could almost picture what you would sound like beneath him. How beautiful you would look, hair tousled as he rammed his hips desperately, aiming to hit the deepest parts inside you.

“Fuck.. Fuck..” He whimpered the familiar coil building in his stomach. Pushing the fabric past his lips was what sent him over the edge, crying out your name around the material as he paints his hand and stomach with his own cum. Lying there, catching his breath, knowing that the next day he’ll overhear you talking to Kotoha and Tsubaki about having another pair going missing. Never knowing full well it was him who had snuck them into his pocket on his last sleepover at you and Sakura’s shared apartment.

“Stay still.” The words are accentuated with a harsh slap to your inner thigh, cutting off the attempts to give yourself some modesty from the piercing blue eyes locked on your form in the corner of the room. You were spread wide on Chika’s lap, him buried in your depths, the head of his cock kissing your cervix in a way that made tears well up in your eyes. That coupled with the humiliation of being entirely bare spread open for his friend’s hungry gaze. “You're already crying?” Chika tsks, his monotone voice sending a shiver down your spine. “I’ve barely even touched you yet, all you did was take me inside.” He lures you into almost a false sense of comfort as he tucks your hair behind your ear. But you knew better. Nothing about Chika was comforting, especially not when he was punishing you and Endo. Especially not when his lips pressed to your ear, words dripping venom as he spoke. “Such a fragile thing you are. I wouldn’t want to break my favorite toy and have to find a new one.”

He knew exactly what he was doing, the thought of him replacing you sends a shock of fear coursing through your system. Now with a new sense of determination, you begin to move. Planting your hands on his thighs as leverage to start bouncing on his cock, a crude squelching noise filling the room from your wetness. You throw your head back, resting it on his shoulder as you move. You could barely hear rustling in the corner, far too lost in the feeling of Chika stretching you so deliciously. Endo watched the scene unfolding before him, cock painfully hard, trapped within the confines of his tight jeans. Unable to do anything due to the restraints that locked his wrists to the chair he was sat on in the corner of the room. 

He was salivating, the way your body moved on top if his best friend, watching the way your cunt swallowed him whole, the bounce of your tits as you rode him with reckless abandon had him thrashing in his confines. He was desperate to feel you, fuck, he’d even accept being able to jerk his cock as he watched the two of you. Chika had been less than satisfied to hear of Endo’s infatuation with you, seeing the way he looked at you. Eyes devouring your frame, lidded and full of lust. Knowing his head was filled with endless fantasies of what he would do to you if given the opportunity. He needed to teach him his place once more it seemed. So he had invited him over, an offer the other man jumped at immediately. Only to find himself in his current predicament. Arms and legs restrained as he was forced to watch the two of you fuck. 

Chika gripped a fistful of your hair, forcing your head up off his shoulder. Making you lock eyes with Endo once more. His grip is hard words whispered harshly in your ear. “Don't take your eyes off him, I want him to see the look in your eyes when I paint your cervix with my cum.” Locking eyes with Endo through the locks of your hair. “And if he manages to behave himself I might just let him clean up your filthy cunt once I’ve had my fill.”

Your cries come out muffled by the palm of your hand, eyes blurry from unshed tears, trying desperately to keep your voice down so as not to get caught. “Aww, what’s the matter baby?” Suo coos, never once stalling in the slam of his hips. Looking more amused than even remotely affected by the feeling of your walls spasming on his cock. His hips never falter sending you backward with every thrust, hands gripping to the edges of the desk he was fucking you on in the empty room. Muffled sounds of the party you had both thrown filled your ears, a reminder that you both were not alone.

“Trying so hard to muffle those sounds, you’re so cute, baby. Don’t want anyone to hear how good I'm making you feel, hm?” He grins, pressing the pad of his thumb into your clit, rubbing tight circles that have your eyes crossing. He looks down at your fucked out expression, your pathetic attempt at silencing the sounds spilling from your lips failing miserably. He looks to the side, a mischievous grin overtaking his face. He grips your wrist, pulling it away from your mouth and pinning it beside your head. Before you could protest, his lips captured yours in a heated kiss. His tongue overtakes your mouth with ease, the movements of his hips slowing just a bit. A narrowed eye locked with the gap in the door, never ceasing the searing kiss even for a moment. When he finally pulls from you, the string of saliva connecting your lips snaps when he moves to press his lips to your ear. “But I think it's much too late for that, kitten.”

You and Sakura both freeze at the same time, bodies going rigid in shock. Suo halts every movement of his hips, cooing softly when you whine at the pleasure halting all at once. Turning to the door once more. “You know, Sakura, it's awfully rude to lurk in doorways.” He grins, relishing in the cry you let out when he lets out a harsh snap of his hips. “So are you going to stand there all day or are you going to come in and join us?”

Sakura had always thought you were beautiful. His eyes found themselves transfixed on your plump lips whenever you spoke to him, imagining how soft they would feel against his own. More times than he cared to admit had he thought of how you would look beneath him, plush thighs gripped by his calloused fingertips as his cock reaches the deepest parts of you. Those same lips crying out his name as he fucked you. So Suo was fully aware he would not pass up the opportunity to bring those fantasies to life. He was frustratingly perceptive, Sakura was sure he had noticed the longing looks he had sent your way. The longing looks, the lingering touches. He was sure he saw it all. 

It wasn't long before you were experiencing it for yourself. Sakura’s thick cock felt like it would split you open, the stretch having your back arching off the hard wooden surface of the desk. Suo’s teasing tone meets your ears. “Well, aren't you being well-behaved, such a good girl for Sakura aren't you kitten?” This spurs Sakura on, head bowing to take a perked nipple into his mouth, biting harshly, soothing it with a fat stripe of his tongue. Grinning against your skin, pushing himself upright, opening his mouth letting a glob of saliva roll off his tongue. Watching as it drips onto Suo’s cock, adding additional lubricant to ease the descent of his cock into the depths of your throat. A harsh slap to your ass echoes through the room, sure to leave a mark in its wake.

“So fucking good.’ His words come out in a growl, losing himself in the pleasure of your velvety walls. “Feels too fucking good baby girl. You keep clamping down on my cock.” he groans. “Keep sucking me in, I could fuck you for days princess. Could never get over how good this pussy feels wrapped around my cock.” As Sakura’s eyes meet yours, looking at your fucked out expression beneath him, all he could think of was how beautiful you were.  

Dividers by saradika-graphics. Writing & character banners by me. Special thanks to @eevees-hobbies for your suggestions/contributions. And just for putting up with me while this fic almost swallowed me whole.

[narcjsistx]

hii! hope you’re doing alright :))

can you do headcanons on chika takiishi(wbk)? like what would it be like dating him?

at the moment chika is not one of my favourites, but I'm pretty sure it will become in the next chapters... WHAT ABOUT HIS DESING? IT'S LITERALLY GORGEOUS HELP

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— Chika Takiishi in a relationship HCS ᡣ𐭩

We all know that Chika's character isn't exactly the most outgoing, so in a relationship he certainly won't be the talkative guy that many hope for. Will it open a little more? Yes probably, but nothing excessive

The trope I see closest to a relationship with him is the "sunshine x sunshine protector". You would literally be one of the safest people in the city if not the safest. He's there to protect you, but let's remember that Endo practically protects what his muse loves... so yes, you would practically have two bodyguards. Not that Chika particularly likes leaving you with Endo, but if he has to, he's the only one he wouldn't have too much trouble with

He would take you wherever he goes too, he's not particularly happy about leaving you at home for the simple reason that they might attack you directly when he's not there. Sure, seeing your boyfriend get into extremely violent fights with several people isn't exactly the best scenario, but as long as Endo makes you think of something else... it's okay

The others, including Yamato, don't dare say anything remotely insulting towards Chika. Is it out of fear? Absolutely yes. But you have a sort of pass, you are in a certain way free to tell him whatever you want... with a certain limit however

He is often seen wearing a lot of costume jewelry: like rings, earrings and necklaces. I have this little scenario in mind that, before he goes out, he steals some from your collection and puts them to have you with him somehow. He'll never admit it directly, but it's a very personal way for him to always have you with him even when you just can't come

He will never directly ask you for a hug, but if you ask him, he won't let go until he's satisfied. It could take a few minutes or even an hour, it depends on the mood

Your dates are mostly at your house or his, he's not a big fan of outdoor ones for the simple reason that he hates people staring at him. Despite having a small space, things can vary from a night playing video games, to a night watching a movie, or doing… yk. Although his favorite remains when you color his hair, he loves to see you concentrate while you paint the yellow on the ends of his hair

The bad thing about dating Chika is that even when dead he won't apologize, even if it's entirely his fault. You will have to be the one to do it, and if you don't do it either, it will take the way of: I pretend nothing happened and gradually everything goes back to normal, and maybe I give her some more attention. It works, so why change?

I see him as someone who loves kisses on the jaw. While he loves the ones on his lips or neck, his jaw is one place he doesn't know how to react to without maintaining his usual commanding look. He might even hug you if you do, but I would keep my expectations low

Chika is canonically 1.83cm tall, and I can see him a lot with a partner who is much shorter than him, like 1.50cm or a little more. Just for size reasons, his clothes would probably be a little loose on you, and even if he doesn't show it, he likes to see you in his fur coats or t-shirts when you wear them

[togament]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐘. ume, sakura, suo, kaji, togame.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: mentions of alcohol, drinking it, Ume’s cuteness and extreme softness, mega warning for Ume’s I kinda got ahead of myself again (it’s longer than the others ;;), AFAB!reader, NSFW FOR TOGAME AND HIS FILTHY MOUTH, small argument in Kaji's (but he makes up for it, I swear.)

𝐔𝐦𝐞.

- responsible, of course. He doesn’t drink and would most likely be the one cleaning up after everyone when they’re wasted, handing out cold bottles of electrolytes and glasses of water. Possibly the one passing around properly proportioned drinks so he could keep an eye on everyone, handing out snacks too. The absolute best Mama Hen (Papa Rooster?) you could ask for in a house party. But if you’re the only ones awake? He sneaks in a drink or two with you. An emotional drunk. Prepare to sniffle with him as he practically thanks you for being around, for being the absolute best, for being his best friend, for making him fall in love with yo—

“You’re the best, y’know that?” He sips his drink, nursing a bottle of electrolytes in his other hand. He says it so suddenly, so abruptly, you think you misheard it. You scoot closer to your best friend, arms pressed against each other as you both lean against the wall, facing your knocked out friends. With your cheek pressed onto his shoulder, you shake your head. “Should be telling you that, Ume. The party was a success because of you. Hiragi’s parent’s antiques live to see another day.” With that, he nudges you gently with a chuckle. “C’mon let me shower you with praise, alright? Listen.” Sounding a bit serious now, he has your full attention.

He threads his fingers through yours and he squeezes once. You squeeze back. Seeing his reddened knuckles from recent scuffles, you raise your intertwined fingers to your lips to press kisses onto each knuckle as he speaks. A dusting of pink ever present on his cheeks. You swear you could hear his heart beating at the same rhythm as yours is.

“I…” He pauses, tearing his eyes away from you for a moment before he looks into yours once more. Determined. Eyebrows slightly furrowed. “I think I love you—“, another pause, he shakes his head. You squeeze his hand in return to steady him and he gives you a smile you’ve never seen him give you before. Your heart’s beating double time now. “I—I know I love you. I do. More than just a friend, a companion. I know you might not feel the same way, maybe you see me as family and that’s fine but I just—“ “I love you too, idiot.” You interrupt his overthinking before continuing, “Always have. More than a friend, actually.”

If your friends weren’t a few feet from you both he’d scoop you up and twirl you around. Hell, if he had a tail he’d be wagging it nonstop by now. Your hands, now sweaty, are still intertwined. He’s practically beaming with sunlight, ready to burst. While you’re basking in it. Your sun. Your sun.

You both kissed each other that night with the taste of cheap whiskey and electrolytes on your lips.

𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚.

- Asian glow, meet Sakura. Sakura puts the Asian glow to shame, my guy. He’s got a tomato for a head when he drinks. You’re not even touching or kissing him, he’s just… RED. Doesn’t like getting plastered but when he does get a couple of drinks in? He’s screaming for you every second, looking for you, needing you around him. (Nirei’s sprinting to look for you, Suo’s making Sakura drink enough water, Ume’s preparing a cold bottle of pocari sweat for him.) What normally would make Sakura run away screaming would now make him actually, fully accept it. You can feel him melt into you, pressing his cheek to yours. He’s a very clingy drunk. The others don’t point it out as much. They don’t want to poke the (extremely, extremely clingy) bear.

“Where is she???” He literally screams into the crowd, getting on his tippy toes and hopping over heads just to get a glance of you hopefully walking towards him. Nirei’s already lost in the group of people, weaving through them to get to you. Thankfully, you’re just at the kitchen whipping up a couple more drinks when Nirei finally found you. “He’s at it again, huh?” You say as you take a swig from your drink, looking at a messy haired Nirei. He looks like he went through hell and back. “Y-yeah. I think you should go. He’s been groaning for you nonstop-“ Nirei then guides you through the crowd, hand on your wrist so you wouldn’t get lost.

He pulls you towards Sakura whose now lounging on the couch. You both were hoping for a relieved Sakura but instead are met with your bicolor haired lover staring daggers into Nirei and his steady grip on your wrist. Nirei immediately lets go and as he does, Sakura pulls you into his lap causing your drink to spill a little, dribbling down your cheek and your neck. “What the hell Saku—“ you’re interrupted by him licking a strip up your neck, lapping at the spilled drink. His hands grow more possessive as they hold you closer to him, kneading your flesh through your clothes.

“Missed ya,” he mutters into your neck, nuzzling his nose into it like a kitten would. “Where’d ya run off to? Been looking everywhere for you, baby.” he’s a completely different person when he’s tipsy, clingy and touchy, not really caring if your friends see him practically claiming his spot as YOUR lover. “Went to make some drinks. Don’t tell me you need me with you all the time.” You tease him. While he’d normally blush and stammer at that, he’s now pressing kisses into your cheek, smiling into each one.

“Mhm. Need ya all the damn time, angel. Don’t leave.”

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓.

𝐒𝐮𝐨.

- doesn’t drink (he doesn’t eat either so—) He really just doesn’t like drinking alcohol. He gets the appeal, sure. He could go for a couple of glasses, sure. He could maybe finish 2 bottles of whiskey by himself and not feel a thing, SURE. But he doesn’t like drinking it. He’s more of like a casual enjoyer, maybe having a finger or two of whiskey on the rocks with friends. Always the one cleaning up after them (Nirei) too. But when it’s just the both of you though, it’s a different story. Sure you can’t tell if he’s plastered or not from the get go but there’s a tell. He’s more… open with his emotions.

“You look gorgeous in that dress, my dove,” you turn slowly to your lover who’s eyeing you down from beside you. You’re both at one of the booths of the speakeasy you frequent, away from curious eyes. By the way he’s looking at you, you feel like he’s undressing you with his eyes almost. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows dryly. Is he blushing? You can’t tell under the dim lighting, “Absolutely—gorgeous,” he ghosts his fingers along your curves, his gaze following the invisible path he’s drawn out. Making sure to go extra, extra slow around your derrière before he pulls his hand away to take a swig of his drink.

“What’s gotten into you tonight? Drunk already?” You say while you reach over to straighten his suit out, trying your damndest not to let your growing arousal show. You swear you can feel the booth heating up. “Drunk off the alcohol? Oh, dearest no. Off of you, however? Well…” He’s staring at you from over his rocks glass. The ice clinks as he puts it down on the table.

“How could I not? I could drink you in all fucking night.” There’s that tell. There’s the swearing. You pause, meeting his heavily lidded gaze. You swallow. “Care to give me a taste, dove?”

You feel his fingers creep up your leg and you part them so willingly. Nobody’ll peek into your booth. Not with your lover around.

𝐊𝐚𝐣𝐢.

- Lightweight to Average drinker. He’s a sleepy drunk but he doesn’t want anyone seeing him in such a vulnerable state so he often opts to bail or not drink at all. Most of the time he bails though. Not about that social drinking life. Only you could manage to convince him to come with though. You’re always met with the tiniest amount of resistance but you can manage, right? (He’s got a soft spot for you. Of course he’d go. You don’t have to ask twice. He just likes seeing you pout when he says no the first time. It’s cute.) Still, don’t get him drunk please don’t—oh no he’s got a bottle in his hand. He’s guzzling it. Oh no. Ohhh no.

You’re in Hiragi’s bed, hidden under the covers with your lover’s arms wrapped around your waist and his face resting on your shoulder now fast asleep. How’d you both find yourselves here? Well, first, Kaji ended up breaking a couple of glasses (he swears it was an accident), then almost started a couple of fights (you know how he is with his mouth), then tried napping on the couch with you while everybody’s drinking (he was complaining about the noise but… it’s a party, Kaji.) Hiragi, thankfully, allowed you both to hole up in his room for a little while to sober up. Locked inside with a couple of bottles of pocari sweat (care of Umemiya!), you’re intertwined now.

You sigh, flicking your boyfriend’s forehead gently, “idiot,” he winces, tightening his grip around your waist to pull you closer. Thank god he’s mellower now. “Ow—shit! What’d you do that for?” He rubs his forehead on your cheek, HIS cheeks slightly blushing from the alcohol. “You shouldn’t have drunk too much-“ “Well you brought me here what was I supposed to d-“ “Oh I don’t know, not drink an entire bottle in one sit—“ You feel his lips against yours, the tiny argument now forgotten. You can taste the alcohol and some sweetness from his lollipop from earlier. Then you hear something you never thought you’d hear fall from his mouth willingly.

“…sorry.” Huh. You angle away to take a proper look at him. He only grumbles and hides deeper into your neck, using the covers as a shield against from you. He’s acting so needy and soft. If he wasn’t so tipsy you would have pounced on him to pepper kisses along his cheeks. You attempt to pull the blanket down but he’s holding it so tightly. “Say that again, baby? You’re what?” You can’t hide the smile from your lips but then he pinches your side causing you to yelp. “Y’heard me the first time.” Rolling your eyes, you nuzzle into his touch. “C’mon just a tiny one? The tiniest little sowwy? Fow me?” You whisper and you’re only met with three kisses on your forehead.

“I love you. Sorry.” You smile, bringing up Hiragi’s comfortable blanket over your sleepy bodies.

“Love you too, idiot.”

𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞.

Is an absolute lightweight so he ends up being a sleepy drunk or doesn’t drink at all. But with you around and he’s had maybe a drink and a half in his system? He’s absolutely feral. So touchy, SO so SOOOOO horny when he’s got even the slightest amount of alcohol in his system to get him tipsy. He’s touching you, caressing your face, your arms, your ass (if you’d allow him to. The man understands boundaries.) While he’s normally so soft spoken around you, teasing you in his own silly, dorky way, he’s a different man when he's tipsy. His vocabulary is a different beast. Sloppy and direct. His 6’2” frame and entire weight practically leaning onto you for support on Hiragi’s family couch — to some he looks as though he’s dozing off. It’s anything BUT that. He’s whispering the dirtiest, raunchiest things into your ear, teasing you with that deep voice of his. He knows what he’s doing. You like it, of course.

“I’m so fucking hard right now, doll—god it’s throbbing.” He whines softly into your neck, breathing so heavily you swear his body’s quivering. That voice does things to you and he KNOWS it. “Wanna fuck yet throat. Have my cum spillin’ down yer mouth, yer chest….fuck—y’put a spell on me, didn’t ya? Makin’ me wanna fuck all the damn time.” He ends it with a chuckle, peppering slow, loving kisses along your neck, clearly doesn’t care if anybody sees you both now. “Y’know, when yer not around, I fuck my fist to the thought of ya, of yer ass bouncing on me, of yer pussy dripping into my fingers. God I wanna fuck ya so badly right now—“ You can’t help it. You cross your legs to have some relief and you shift your weight slightly, feeling your throbbing clit pressed in between.

“Crossing your legs like that—yer getting off of this aren’t you? Wanna fuck me too huh?” He whispers, drawing it out slowly with a slight purr.

You nod and you can feel him perk up a little. He eases up as he stands slowly, pulling you up with him. He’s leading you down the hallway, away from the prying eyes of your peers. They’re all too busy to care where the both of you are headed.

“There’s a vacant room ‘round back. Hiragi wouldn’t mind, wouldn’t he?”

a/n: huuurrrr pulled this out of my bum I hope you like it omg I literally wrote Togame's half asleep asjdk also feeling very bad for Hiragi and his house. kaji part dedicated to @kajibunny and our late morning rambles btw ohoho i mahal na mahal u come get your man!!!!

[izvmimi]

cw: toxic!endo. out of pocket behavior. reader with some confidence. sexual situation but only suggestive for female reader. blowjob mention. drug mention (smoking, weed).

When you finally pull back the beaded curtain in the shithole Endo’s been calling his hideout these days, the plume of smoke and cheap weed is thick enough to make your eyes water, and it takes just a few more steps into the room for you to immediately get pissed off.

Summoned like the simpering woman you are, you showed up, and find yourself standing transfixed at the entrance. Endo texted you to meet, and here you are, coming when you’re called, just to see his head thrown back in an armchair in the corner, one arm resting on the back of the seat, and the fingers of his free hand twisted into a woman’s hair. The pleasure on his face, even from this distance, is enough to make you suspect that he might actually be about to cum directly into her mouth, as if you’re not standing right there, a moderate look of disgust on your face. The woman in question of course doesn’t notice you, particularly adept and focused on slobbering all over his cock, the loud music in the background camouflaging both your steps and the eye contact you’re now holding with the man she’s currently spit-shining; he’s spotted you the second you arrive in the corner, arms crossed over your chest, and has the gall to smile at you, that fanged grin that makes you question if he’s a demon.

You don’t say a word until he’s jerked his head back abruptly, letting out a soft gasp that’s barely audible, the one you’ve always found cute and embarrassingly unlike him (and yet so him), and you know he’s actually done it, called you to come over just to watch him ejaculate in someone else’s mouth.

Once the shudder’s run through his body, he’s quick to yank the nameless (you’ll never ask and you don’t fucking care) woman’s head off of him, and grin down at her. 

“That’s enough. Good job.”

For a moment you size her up - the kneeling, half-naked figure in between his legs, licking soft full lips with a cum covered tongue, shaking full and thick curled locks as she opens her mouth to let him know she’s swallowed it all. Endo leans in and pats her on the cheek, then looks towards you.

“Fuck off for a bit. I have company.”

Obedient and doting, something you’re not, she scampers off, a glance at you with sweet, lust-filled eyes, and as she passes you, you wonder if it would be bad form to check her like a hockey player hard enough she crashes into the wall, but instead let your eyes slide back to your ex-boyfriend with his pants down to his ankles.

“Why’d you call me?” You can’t exactly conceal the snap in your voice, but as long as you keep it to annoyance rather than hurt, you still have the upper hand.

He grins and leans forward, not bothering to re-robe. You could kick him in the balls right now, fracture them and prevent the propagation of douchebags of his specific lineage in perpetuity but instead you allow him to keep his half-hard cock hanging in the breeze. 

It’s still pretty, though. 

“Thought I’d give you a show.”

You imagine your hand closing around the infinity tattoo on his neck for a moment, then smile.

“Was she good?” you ask, coolly. 

“Not as good as you,” he says. His teeth flash again as he grabs a still dimly lit cigarette from an ashtray beside him. “In fact, I missed you the whole time.”

“You mean in the two minutes just now?” you ask, eyebrow raised.

“Nah, the forty minutes it took you to run your pretty dumb ass here the second you got my text,” he says, taking a puff. You bite your inner cheek to prevent him from letting him know that one smarted. Heart pounding regardless of how calm you keep your external demeanor, you remind yourself that Endo’s prime directive is fucking with you. Fucking you, fucking up your life, fucking you good in every way of the word. 

You have to do it back. 

Taking a couple steps forward, you move up to him. He doesn’t flinch for a moment, even when you’ve come so close, you’re within slap distance.

“You miss me, don’t you?” you whisper, in the sultry, honeyed voice you know makes him sick, has his breath drawn and straggled any time you’re under or on top. Your lips are just inches apart, and he pulls back for just a moment, his other hand pulling his cigarette out of his mouth.

You throw your leg around his spread ones, amused that he naturally closes his legs to give you space, but you don’t sit. He’s half hard; soon he’ll be at full mast if you keep this going. Your hands rest on his shoulders gently, just enough to remind him he’s in no position of power here, even if he thinks he is. 

“You’re settling for less now, that must be so sad,” you tease.

His eye twitches for a moment, but before he can don a mask again, you let your hands move to his face and tilt his head backwards to look at you properly. He sucks in a breath and you chuckle.

“You must miss me so bad to pull this,” you practically sing, your thumb creeping to the corner of his mouth, then tugging gently. He’s entranced, embarrassing, and soon your thumb works its way into his mouth until he’s sucking, his hands finding their way onto your hips.

“Pathetic,” you hiss. Your knee is in the perfect position to ruin his entire night with a trip to the hospital, but you choose the high road. Something Endo knows nothing about.

Slipping your finger out of his mouth, you step back and motion as though you’re about to pull off your shirt, only to have him rise and follow you, and flip him off instead.

“I’ll let her know you’re ready for round two, Yamato-kun,” you mock, pointing to the hard length between his thighs and he gives you angry look but his next step has him practically tripping on his pants, as you find your way out and consider, perhaps, you could find your own warm, deserving, body to grace with your attention.

The same one he clearly and desperately craves.