I have a headache and a ton of homework that none of my groupmates seem to care of (but it’s the weekend and I should be having fun like them, too, so it’s partly my fault) BUT I’M REALLY FEELING THIS SCENARIO? Idk if it’s gonna suck tho bye psh
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Lengthy (2572 words). Also the language is more… crude compared to my usual NSFW—I literally forgot how to write NSFW, okay. Fem!reader ahead.
As he lowers you down onto the mattress, you can feel something exuding from him that is not the usual raw seduction, not the rough press of his lips against yours. He would normally throw your body on the bed before proceeding to ravage the skin of your neck, where he knows you’re most sensitive, sucking and nibbling to hear more of the moans you make.
You’ve been his fuck buddy for what now, six months? Surprisingly, Haizaki hasn’t gotten bored of you yet, because if he has, he’s sure to discard you the way he does a used condom after every session with you, and replace you with another woman that piques his interest. The thought squeezes your heart a little bit—you think it’s just because of how you want him to pay attention to you only. You know there’s no way a relationship with him can develop into something romantic.
So what is this feeling? This feeling that you’ve never encountered before during the course of this half-year relationship, if you can even call it that?
Haizaki growls, the sound vibrating in his chest, and then he leans in to kiss you. He moves like a predator, calculated and slow, even as he thrusts his tongue into your mouth, engaging yours in a sick dance of some sort. You let out a gasp at the sensation, allowing him more entrance.
“Ah… ha—” you inhale after the breath-stealing kiss, “what’s up?”
Haizaki doesn’t cease in his work, however, as he already has your shirt bunched up above your breasts, revealing your lace bra. His eyes flash at the sight of the risque lingerie, fingerpads dragging above the material to absorb the sensation of it underneath his skin.
“Bad day,” he rasps. You don’t think that’s an honest answer, but for all you know, he could be truthful—stressful day, he’ll call you up for a fuck. Good day, he’ll also call you up for a fuck. Instead of trying to figure him out, which you shouldn’t, since you’re nothing more than a fuck toy to him and vice versa, you kiss his jaw.
Haizaki knows he’s lying, and he’s pretty sure you’ll find out sooner or later. Even as his hands grope at your breasts he still can’t seem to distract himself from the fact that he’s come to a realization of his feelings for you.
Yes, he has feelings for you, something he thought to be impossible. It wasn’t the prettiest thing when Haizaki found out: he drank a whole lot of liquor as he thought of you—and the thoughts weren’t his usual naughty memories of fucking you, either. It was the way you smile after you came down from the high he gave you, the sound of your laughter pointed at something stupid he said, your face as you brush your bedhead, preparing for another day…
Fuck, he still remembers how stoned he got that day, and how he jacked off at the thought of you being completely his. This relationship you shared isn’t exactly one that needs both parties to be monogamous, and to think of the day where you’d walk away after telling him you had found the one for you—
It fuels a fire in the pit of Haizaki’s stomach, and suddenly the hands on your breasts are squeezing and ripping the bra off of you, tugging the underwear up to join your shirt. You moan at the sudden contact of his fingers tugging at your nipples, the sensation sending shivers up your spine as you throw your head back. Haizaki takes this as a chance to kiss that spot behind your ear that he knows you like so much before travelling down to your chest.
The sucking sounds he’s making are positively sinful, you conclude, but the hands in his hair are encouraging him to give you more of the pleasure. His tongue plays with the hardened nipple, and he looks up at you with hooded eyes while tending to your breast. When you catch his gaze, you feel arousal shoot down south.
Haizaki moves to your other breast, humming as his mouth encloses your nipple, knowing the effect the vibrations have on your body. You react instantaneously, letting out a soft “oh” as you comb your fingers through his hair, pushing him down slightly in a silent plea.
“Patience, kitten,” he murmurs against your nipple as his hands work diligently on taking your pants off. The article of clothing is easily rid of with a tug of his hand, and he immediately dives to the apex of your thighs, teasing your slit over your panties and moaning at the wetness that greets his fingertips.
You expect a smug remark from him about how you’re already this soaked from him playing with your breasts a little bit, but the words never come. Instead, you feel Haizaki’s fingers diving inside your panties, rubbing against your clit.
“Ngh! Hah… More—”
With his mouth is still busy with your nipple and his fingers pinching at your clit, teasing your hot cunt, Haizaki looks at you again with burning eyes. There’s just something about him today that’s out of place, something you can’t put a finger on, but it’s been bringing you so much pleasure that you don’t even mind.
You expect him to tell you to beg for it like the slut you are like he usually does when he has you in his hands, but like your previous assumption, he never does. You feel a finger pressing against your entrance, stroking your slit as to collect the juices you’ve emitted, and his exhale is shaky as if he’s been suppressing something.
What you don’t know is that he wants you to take his cock, scream his name—not Haizaki, but Shougo—as he tells you that you’re the only one who can make him feel this way, and you can never be with any other man after him, because he’s yours, and he’s going to fuck you so deep into the mattress you can never be satisfied by anyone else ever again—
“Tell me what you want,” Haizaki rasps, still trapped in his fantasy.
I love you, Shougo, please… ah! Cum, cum inside me—
He can almost hear your voice saying that to him, but when you open your mouth you say “I want your fingers inside me” with a wanton look on your face: lips red and swollen, saliva (a mix of yours and his) running down the side and your eyes half-lidded.
“What do you want me to do with my fingers, kitten?”
Shougo, please, I love you I love you I love you I love you—
“I want you to fuck me,” you say, clearly impatient with the way your hips are wiggling, trying to get more friction from his fingers on standby.
As much as you really want him to finger-fuck you, you can’t possibly want it more than him wanting you to say those three words to him.
The sound that comes out of your lips is one of relief and pleasure as he sinks two fingers inside you, going slow despite the wetness that allows him to slip in very easily. Haizaki shudders at the sensation of you clinging around him—he’s suddenly hyperaware of your presence: your labored breath, the clench of your cunt around his fingers, the smell of your sex, the look you’re giving him…
His other hand is slow as he drags the flimsy underwear down to your ankles, something you’ve never experienced before. You blink, eyes hazy with lust, but you’re still conscious enough to feel a different aura encasing him. The way he’s going slow and, dare you say, gentle…
Is he—?
—no, that can’t be it. Haizaki doesn’t know the phrase “make love”. He fucks. You know this. Your mind is probably just tricking you into thinking that he’s actually—
“Mmm, ah! Right there,” you sigh as he thrusts his fingers into that spot. He knows, but retracts his fingers from inside you, leaving you empty, suddenly cold, and displeased.
Before you can even make a sound of protest, you feel his hot, slick tongue pressing against your slit, lapping up your wetness like a starved man, and whatever you were going to say melts into another moan. He reciprocates the sound with his own, sending vibrations right into your core, making your hips buck into his face as he buries himself deeper.
There’s no teasing somehow, and he’s already eating you out, which is an occurrence never before—he’ll at least call you a slut once he has his hands on your arousal, but not this time. The thoughts for earlier fill your head even as Haizaki thumbs your clit while his mouth ravaged you. Are you really brave enough to hope that he actually lo—has feelings for you? Is it just your wishful thinking, the suppressed desires for an attachment deeper than this resurfacing?
He moves to suck at your clit, fingers scissoring inside you, and it doesn’t take long for him to work you into your first orgasm. You’re a panting mess, hair strewn all over the pillow and chest heaving as if you’ve ran a hundred miles. Haizaki appears to be a hypnotized man as he stares at your cum oozing from your entrance, before diving in to lap you up clean.
The next thing you know, he has his pants down and his hardness pressed against you. Haizaki towers over you as he enters you dangerously slow, his eyes trained on yours as he lets out a groan at your tightness. Your hands find solace on his shoulders, and though weak from cumming just moments ago, you lift your legs up to his waist, allowing him an easier entrance.
“Haizaki,” you sigh when he’s fully sheathed.
Shougo, your voice echoes in his head, Shougo, Shougo, Shougo, Shougo—
The words are already at the tip of his tongue. All he has to do is say it, but it will only incite suspicion…
He begins thrusting into you, fully pulling out before sinking into you in a painfully slow pace that you can’t help but let out a silent scream. Your hands are now linked around his neck, bringing his forehead to press against yours as you feel his hot breath on your face. If you were to open your eyes now you’ll probably come undone again at how intensely he’s looking at you.
As much as Haizaki would like to prolong this, his desires can’t seem to be tamed, and his thrusts gradually gaining speed is a result of his slipping control. You whimper every time he enters you, and when he hears you breathlessly whisper “harder”, he growls and attacks your neck while he pounds into you with more strength. The sounds coming out of your mouth turn into louder mewls—the sensation racking your body is unbearably good because this is not how usually Haizaki has you.
“Fuck,” he breathes against your ear, “so fucking tight, so fucking perfect,” he chants like the words sustain his sanity—but if this is how insanity is, he’d gladly succumb his whole life to it. If only he can always be inside you like this, with you underneath him lustfully begging for more as your body responds to his. If only he can keep you to himself all day…
“Say my name.”
“Haizaki—ngh! Hah…”
“Say my name.”
It is then the gears in your mind start turning, and you feel yourself drowning deeper into pleasure. An unexplicable fluttering feeling fills your gut. Maybe, just maybe…
“Sh-Shougo…”
This has to be some sort of wet dream of yours. He’s not really pounding into you right now. You somehow just fell asleep and the dirty thoughts you have in the recesses of your mind manifest themselves into this fantasy.
If this is a fantasy, you wish you could sleep forever.
Had Haizaki not busied his mouth by biting at your neck, leaving a purple mark as a result, you would have clearly heard the long groan that emits from his lips.
“Fuck,” he curses at the sound of his name finally pouring out of your lips. “Again.”
He readjusts his stance, his big, strong hands grip at your thigh, holding you up into position as your hips are lifted up from the sheets. Your hands, once linked around his neck, drag down to rest upon his chest, nails leaving reddening trails on his skin in their wake. When he thrusts into you, it’s even deeper than you’ve ever imagined, and you’re reduced into a sobbing mess as he continues to drive into you.
“Shougo, Shougo, Shougo, Shougo—”
Haizaki doesn’t think it’s possible to be even more turned on right now, and the swell in his chest when he hears your voice so indecently doesn’t help much. He plunges into you with much force, the slippery sound of your skin slapping against each other and the squelch of your juices fueling him.
“Mine,” he chants with every thrust, “mine, mine, mine,”
You’re vaguely aware of how loud you are, and you realize that your voice is starting to sound rather hoarse from the screaming and that the neighbors might hear… but you don’t seem to care as Haizaki claims you as his, leaning down to suckle on your breast as you finally finally finally reach the peak, letting out one last wanton moan as you writhe beneath him. Haizaki grips your hips and thrusts faster, you convulsing around him a catalyst to his own orgasm as he climaxes with a grunt, the warmth of his cum filling you up.
It is then that your thoughts are solidified, and you’re a bit more confident of your speculations.
It only occurred to you that he didn’t wear a condom in his haste, but you should be alright since you’re on the pill. Nevertheless, you’re too busy gasping at the feeling of him cumming inside you to dwell on that thought (he doesn’t seem to give a fuck either), your eyes unable to tear away from the sight of clear white liquid leaking out from inside you as Haizaki slowly pulls out. He’s seemingly enjoying the same sight laid out before him, stroking at your entrance for a few moments before pushing a finger inside you.
When he rubs his finger against your clit, you cry out, still sensitive from your orgasm. The look on Haizaki’s eyes is attentive, yet lust-filled as he watches you throw your head back with your eyes closed—he needs to hear you say his name again, and if sex is the only way, he’ll gladly do it over and over again.
“Shougo…”
You cup his face and kiss him, chaste and sweet, a juxtaposition of the situation the two of you are in. Haizaki’s gaze softens, returning the kiss with more fervor as he has a hand on the back of your head, pulling you impossibly closer. He has a finger inside you, milking your juices out of you slowly.
This should be enough as compensation until he’s ready to say those words.
Oh my goodness, this is…how did I miss this?! I am amazed at the wealth of emotion you emit through his actions! That is NOT easy to do and yet here it flows so well. This is such a great piece for a character I’m not overly fond of but YOU my dear make me like him!
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