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ghoularaki · 4 years

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what’s your favorite scary movie?

↠ summary: You always loved Halloween and the ability it gave you to dress up. This year you decided to be brave and go with a costume on the slutty side. Your revealing outfit didn’t go unnoticed by your best friend, Shinsou who just went with wearing a Ghostface mask. In the chill of the Halloween party you both went to, a heat builds leaving you two bond together.

↠ word count: 7,183

↠ pairing: shinsou hitoshi x reader

↠ genre/warnings: smut, a little bit of fluff, college au, punk! shinsou, alcohol, drugs, established bdsm relationship, mention of spit play, graphic sex scene (unprotected sex, semi-exhibitionism, size kink, knife play, blood play/blood drinking, mask kink, daddy kink, praise, degradation, consensual branding via cutting, uh not pre-planned scene but was briefly talked about??), fluffy aftercare!!!, shinsou is vv possessive

↠ a/n: no one look at me this purely for me and no one else <3 i just wanted to be self indulgent and write one of my biggest fantasies with punk! shinsou bc i can!! enjoy reading <3

All Hallow’s Eve would always be your favorite time of the year. Though as you aged you had grown out of trick-or-treating, there was always a thrill that ran down your spine as the weather grew colder. Despite being in your twenties, you never tired of dressing up for the occasion. This year you decided to go out of your comfort zone and dressed on the scantily clad side. This landed you in a slutty satanic cheerleader outfit every alternative bitch has worn at least once, but you still felt sexy.

When you walked into the party, you had shivered from the cold. You could still hear the snark in Shinsou’s tone from you refusing to wear a coat on top of your costume. When you left your apartment complex to meet Shinsou ready to pick you up, he had raised an eyebrow at your costume. You weren’t ignorant to how he drank up the visible skin, not so subtly biting his lip.

Now, you were glad you went with your gut as the swarm of hot bodies was sticking to your overheating skin. Leaning against the wall, you eyed Shinsou who decided to dress up as Ghostface. Dress up would be a term you would use loosely though as he wore his usual wardrobe of black ripped jeans, a black tee along with his thick leather jacket but only added the mask on top of it. How he wasn’t scorching in his clothes boggled your mind.

Probably sensing your stare, he dipped his head down towards you with a quirked up brow, “what?”

You only shrugged before looking at the drink in his hand, “give me a sip.”

“Ew no. I don’t want your slobber on it,” he scowled but you could see the mirth in those lilac eyes.

Making a face, you pouted, “you have literally spat in my mouth before, don’t say shit.”

He only shook his head with a smirk and handed you the cup. “Don’t be a little brat.”

“But that’s how you like me best!”

There was a giggle on your lips as you took the red solo cup placed in your hands. With both palms on the cup, you tipped it back so the bitter sweetness poured onto your tongue. Brain already fuzzy from the previous drinks you had downed the past two hours, you welcomed the fleeting sting in your throat. Before you could sip up all of the alcohol, Shinsou took his drink from your hands.

You scowled and whined for him to give it back.

“I think that’s enough for now, let’s find you somewhere to sit.”

He spied the way your body swayed, pleasantly tipsy. You had to admit your feet were killing you from standing for so long in your heeled boots. With his arm wrapped around your shoulder to protect you from other party goers, Shinsou led you to an empty spot at the end of the couch by his good friend Kaminari.

“Hey man!” Kaminari slurred, marijuana heavy on his breath. He lazily waved at Shinsou before his focus shifted to you and that’s when he perked up. “I didn’t know the little lady was with you! I can move so you both can sit.”

Rounding the corner to the empty spot Shinsou only shook his head. “Nah man, don’t move.”

You tilted your head in confusion. Then where would you sit?

Dropping down on the cushions by armrest, nonchalantly he jerked you gently by the wrist to tumble sideways right on his lap. A yelp left you as you knocked right into his chest.

Oh.

You felt how your feet hit Kaminari’s thighs but he didn’t seem to mind as he helped push them towards Shinsou. Kaminari was always understanding of Shinsou’s possessive behavior and the biggest advocate for whatever the fuck label bestowed upon you two. Not discreetly, Shinsou pulled the hem of your short skirt down so you didn’t flash anyone. A different type of shiver traveled throughout your body as you felt his tattooed knuckles brush against the skin of your thighs.

The alcohol made you sleepy so you rested your head against his chest. Humming, Shinsou wrapped an arm around your back and let his other hand drop in your lap so you could play with his fingers if you wanted to.

It was moments like this you were happy you had someone like Shinsou. He has been your best friend since you two were in middle school and you both have been inseparable since. He was there through everything and you the same. Shinsou was your first everything, from your first real best friend to who you lost your virginity to. In your teen years there was an awkward stage as you both didn’t know how to handle the feelings you had for each other and what to label it. Though when you two became adults and one giant argument later, you both realized you couldn’t live without the other. He will forever be your best friend and you to him, but the love you had was more than that. It was more than romantic feelings or even soulmates. You were each other’s person.

High off his ass, Kaminari giggled at your blissed out face and snorted even harder as Shinsou looked like he was turned to mush. Well, as mushy as a six foot man of pure muscle riddled with tattoos and piercings can look. A blunt still in his hand, he offered in to Shinsou.

“Want some?”

“No one else smoked from it right? I’m trying not to get diseased,” Shinsou half joked.

“Nope, you only get to indirectly kiss me,” Kaminari wiggled his eyebrows at the insinuation to which you started to giggle. Shinsou made a face, rather not wanting to imagine kissing anyone but you.

“See! Even your girl finds it funny.”

“She will find anything funny when she’s tipsy.”

Twisting from his chest, you could feel yourself wake up more.

“Yeah especially your face,” a shiteating grin was apparent on your lips.

Shinsou was quick to grab your cheeks and squish them until said lips were more pronounced. “What did I say about you being a brat.”

Though formed as a question, it was gritted out as a statement. Peering up at him from under your eyelashes all you could see was the faint outline of his pretty eyes from the black mesh of the mask he still wore. The false anonymity only brought more heat to your core. You attempted to wiggle discreetly in his lap to sedate the ache starting to grow. How easily he turned you on was not fair.

He still hadn’t let go of your face and you were starting to get embarrassed under Kaminari’s watchful eye. He was clearly enjoying the show, but was respectful enough to not say anything. He knew how your dynamic worked being both a sub and a dom himself.

Caving in, you mumbled, “‘m sorry.”

Shinsou knew better to push you to call him Daddy out in public since you rather be something you only called him in private so he accepted your apology.

He stroked your cheek before planting a kiss right on your forehead over the mask, “good girl.”

Heat brushed on your face, you buried your face back in his chest. Shinsou pulled the mask from his head, letting it hang limply from the back spikes of his mohawk. Absentmindedly, you reached up to pet the shaved sides of his head, almost purring from how nice to texture felt under your fingertips. He let you be as he pinched the blunt between his fingers, taking it from Kaminari’s outstretched hand.

Shinsou inhaled the bundle of the plant and tipped his head back to blow out the smoke. His adam apple became more pronounced as you watched it bobble as he savored the taste. All the muscles from his neck rippled. The crow inked into the back of his neck to the sides on the display for your hungry eyes to gobble up. His already plump lips puckered only pronounced by the steel hues snake bites pierced into the soft flesh. He truly was beautiful.

From under his nose, his lilac irises flicked over to you.

“Want some, Kitten?”

No, I want you, you were about to say but nodded your head instead.

Shinsou with nimble fingers brought the blunt back to his lips. He inhaled another hit but instead of exhaling the smoke, he brought his head down to your level. The grey air still sat behind his teeth, he cradled your cheek and used his thumb to open your mouth. With lips parted, he then breathed the smoke into your mouth. You greedily sucked in the smoke, already high of his taste alone. His hand stayed on your face, encompassing the whole lower half with ease.

From the whole ordeal, you felt Shinsou’s bulge throb underneath your bottom. Not faring any better, you lightly swiveled in his lap. A whimper almost left your lips, but was interrupted.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Kaminari sighed out.

Breaking away from you, Shinsou sent a glare to his friend. He was ready to bark at him to keep his fucking mouth shut, but you started to laugh. Knowing you weren’t uncomfortable in any way, Shinsou let himself relax.

Pecking your lips, he gave the blunt back to Kaminari.

“Here you go. I hope you enjoyed the little show, but we are going somewhere else.”

At that Shinsou lifted you off his lip to plant your feet back on the ground. You tittered a bit, the blood rushing to your head from being sat up to so quick. The sound of fabric being roughly tugged filled your ears as you spied him putting the mask back over his face. Taking your hand, Shinsou led you from the heavy mass of people in the living room to most likely somewhere more secluded.

“Have fun fucking!” Kaminari called after you two, but it fell upon deaf ears.

Shinsou led you through winding hallways of the house where the party resided until he found one that wasn’t preoccupied or locked. The room was small with a couch pushed up against the wall and television set along with various gaming consoles set on the opposite side. Whoever thought it was safe to leave their gaming room unlocked was an idiot but you weren’t complaining.

With a shove, you stumbled into the room. You were about to whip around to bark at Shinsou, but a startled noise left instead as he lifted you up and threw you onto the couch. He closely followed you to crowd you against the cushions. Sprawled out with your back slightly elevated by armrest, Shinsou caged you in with his arms resting on the backboard and another beside your head.

You gulped. A chuckle rumbled in his chest when he brought the knee sunk into the cushions up until he could feel the heat of your core. He leaned down until his mask was right in your face.

“Scared?” There was a teasing lilt in his voice while he cocked his head to the side.

“Am not,” you scowled but he only booped your nose.

Your eyes went cross eyed from looking at his finger and crinkled it when he laughed at your funny face.

“Might want to rethink that. I could be the serial killer like in all those shitty slasher movies you like.”

You made an offended scoff, “they are not shitty! Plus by now I think I would know how to survive the longest.”

Shinsou seemingly ignored your words as the same hand that touched your nose was rubbing the side of your waist. You shivered at how his warm palm engulfed your side. He dragged his fingers down until they reached the hem of your shirt again. Instead of tugging it in an attempt of modesty, he did it to emphasize his point.

"Are you sure, don't you know the slut always dies first?"

“Asshole.”

Despite the insult, you wrapped your arms around his neck and brought the leg between his to rub against his growing erection. The hand on your waist tightened.

“Oh so you do want to be the slut, huh?” Shinsou’s voice was gruff.

A groan left him when you rubbed harder and followed with an “only for you, Daddy.”

Having enough with your brattiness, he clutched the offending leg and threw it over his hip. Shinsou was now between your thighs, spreading them wide open by his sheer mass. He shoved off his leather jacket and tossed it on the other arm rest. Your eyes drank up the tattoos that engulf his pale skin.

“Fine. If you want to act like a slut then I’ll treat you like one.”

With that he took the switchblade attached to the side loop of his pants and flicked it open. Your chest heaved up and down in arousal. Knife play was not something new in your relationship and your pussy throb at how sweet his was with the blade.

Still kneeling between your legs, Shinsou softly dragged the steel tip from your knee to your inner thigh. He circled the skin there knowing how sensitive you were. You tried your hardest not to clamp them shut in an attempt to get relief on your aching cunt. Shinsou traced a heart on the skin before he looked up at you.

“Dirty sluts don’t deserve clothes, do they, Kitten?” To others it would have seemed like raunchy dirty talk, but it was also Shinsou’s way of asking permission if it was okay.

You shook your head and followed with, “no they don’t, Daddy.”

Taking that as his cue, he cut the fabric of your skirt clean through. A ripping sound echoed in the room as the skirt was reduced to useless cloth. Not wanting it to get in the way, Shinsou roughly tugged it out from under you and threw it somewhere behind him. Grabbing your thighs, he wrenched you closer to him so he could reach your crop top easier.

Same with your thigh, he dragged the blade up the middle of your breasts. Lightly he tapped the tip against your clavicle and instinctively your neck craned up. A breathy moan left you while you arched into the metal, wanting more. Much slower, Shinsou dug down to make an incision in the middle of your shirt. He was careful to not nick the thin skin displayed across your sternum.

The cloth popped away to show your black, lacy bra. Your rapid sighs only accentuated your breasts even more. Shinsou snuck the knife under the center gore about to cut it.

“Wait!” You called, hand circling the hand about to cut away at it.

He showed a look of concern, thinking he went too far.

“It’s my favorite bra, don’t ruin it,” you pouted.

His worried visage melted away, only to scowl at how you scared him for no damn reason. “Too bad. I’ll buy you a new one.”

At that, he ripped upwards. The bra snapped in half so your breasts were now on full display. The cold air of the room caused your nipples to pebble. The knife was brought back to skin but this time Shinsou put a little more pressure on the sensitive flesh.

“Ah!” A surprised whimper left you at the bite of cold metal pressed into your nipples.

He chuckled, “cute.”

“Meanie,” you huffed, pout still on your lips.

“Yeah but you like it when I’m mean.” With his free hand, Shinsou cradled your face and tapped your bottom lip with his thumb. “Now stop pouting, brat. I told you I’ll buy a new one.”

Smiling at getting your way, you kissed his thumb and let him carry on. Getting back to it, Shinsou trailed the switchblade down the line of stomach, stopping right at the hem of your matching panties. He briefly fiddled with the bow before going a little lower until the tip of the blade was a hair away from your clit. The threat of him cutting right into your nerves made more arousal drip out from your drooling pussy. You were sure Shinsou could see the mess you were making of your panties.

Instead he loosened his grip so he could pap against the exposed slit of your pussy. A gasp caught in your throat when the flat side of the blade tapped your clit. It was barely anything but you were so sensitive and in need of proper stimulation at this point you would take what you could get.

You wiggled around to get more friction, but Shinsou had pulled away. Subconsciously your hips thrusted up to which Shinsou clamped down on your waist to stop your movements.

“Who knew my girl was a little knife slut. Are you going to make a mess of my knife like you did to your panties?”

“Daddy, more please,” you begged, wanting him to touch your pussy already.

He ignored you to continue down to land back at your inner thighs. Shinsou applied more pressure to the blade than last time, an indent being made into the skin but no blood was drawn. You whimpered at the slight sting, wanting — no, craving more.

“I should fucking carve my name into your thigh since you want to be such a slut,” he hummed as he dug a little bit more, “I like the sound of that. Then everyone will know your mine. You’re my slut, my Kitten.”

Possession was heavy on his tone and his aggressiveness should scare you, but you only felt your heart swell. It wasn’t the first time he talked about forever branding you. This time you wanted him to actually follow through. You accepted you two were meant to be together even after death, so why not?

“Do it.”

He paused and looked back up at you. “What?”

His face was still covered so you reached up to unmask him for the second time tonight. The mask caught on the back of his mohawk again but you didn’t care. Softly, your little hands held Shinsou’s cheeks. You gave him a reassuring grin.

“I trust you.”

“Are you sure, Y/N? It’s pretty permanent and I don’t want you to feel like you have to just because I said I do,” his voice was soft and quivering at the thought of actually hurting you.

You only shook your head and begged, “Shinsou please I want you to mark me as yours.”

Shinsou’s spine shivered in pleasure at your submission and the complete and utter faith you had in him. A man could feel like a god with the devotion in those doe eyes.

Leaning down to give you a peck, he lingered there so the black of your pupils could meet his.

“What did I do in my past life to deserve you?”

“Probably save a king or something,” you playfully mused.

He swatted your inner thigh, smirking at how you yelped. “Cheeky brat.”

Anticipation built as he situated himself so he had a better view of your inner thigh. He tilted you slightly to the right so it was easier for him to place your left thigh over his lap while he still sat between your knees. Though as the blade neared the skin, nervousness replaced the fleeting giddiness. Shinsou could sense this with how you started to play with your fingers.

“I’m scared it will hurt too much,” you mumbled, refusing to make eye contact.

“Hey,” he softly grabbed your jaw so you met with his lavender gaze. “There is nothing to be afraid of. How about this? I’ll do it first on myself and then I’ll do it to you. Sound good?”

You nodded your head as best you could but he tightened his grip.

“I need words, Kitten.” “Yes, Daddy.”

He gave you a little kiss, “good girl.”

Giddiness piled up again at the praise. He always knew the right words to say.

Pulling away from you, he leaned back on his heels and presented his left arm to you. The only skin not inked in with intricate artwork was his inner elbow. Sitting up a bit so you could get a better look, you watched Shinsou bring his smoky silver switchblade up to his skin. He sliced in with no hesitation. His tendons didn’t even flinch as the flesh parted like rose petals to carve your initials into the muscle of his inner forearm near the juncture of his elbow. The rosy nectar dripped down the length of his bulky forearm.

You were both mesmerized by how the blood flowed. Shinsou peered up and gave you a dopey smile, eyes a violet haze and unfocused.

“See? Doesn’t hurt.”

What a candy silk his voice was.

Shinsou nonchalantly wiped the blood that pooled into his palm against the rough texture of his black, ripped jeans. He didn’t even care of the red caught on the exposed flesh of his thigh like a sparse batch of spider lilies in a field of snow.

Sliding down the couch, he brought your leg up to his face to kiss the inner thigh he was about to mark up forever. Your thigh jumped when he snuck a feather light glide of his lips against your clothed pussy.

“Stay still,” he commanded.

“Sorry.”

Humming into your quivering skin to show he forgave you, he pulled away before he got lost between your thighs. That was for later.

Twirling the knife between his fingers, he was about to dive right in.

“Wait,” he called to himself in a hushed whisper. Making eye contact with you, he continued, “Clean the blood off the blade for me, Kitten. Don’t want your pretty blood to be tainted with mine.”

Coming closer again, you let your tongue flop out as he brought the bloody knife to your lips. At first, you gave it an experimental kitten lick. The taste was coppery and bitter, but not completely unpleasant. Moaning into the blade, you love how taboo and gross it was that you were swallowing his blood.

Shinsou bit his lip, teeth catching the piercing seeing you in a tiny euphoria. His other hand comes up to cradle the back of your head to guide you as he did when you sucked on his cock.

“There you go, Kitten. Just like that. Be careful not to cut your pretty little tongue, only I can do that.”

You let out a lewd moan at the possessive tone. Shinsou was the only person in the world that you would let hurt you in such sweet ways because at the end of the day you know he loves you as you do he. He would tear this world to sheds at a hint of a tear building in your tear duct. You have no idea if what he feels is similar to when you see him give you a bloody toothed smile after another bar fight, but if it is, then you know that you are truly adored.

Swiping your tongue up and down the knife until it was clean, you almost whined when he pulled it away. Your eyes were half lidded and unfocused as you gave Shinsou a blissed out smile. God, you were such a fucking angel.

Shinsou did not even try to cover how his cock was fully erect watching you drink his blood as if it was your last meal, how you licked the blade as you did his cock. His dick begged for it to be the one being sucked instead of his knife, but now wasn’t the time. Maybe he can convince you to give him road head on the way home. Sure would be a way to end the night.

Deeming it clean enough, he shuffled back down so he could finally brand you as his. His left hand rubbed up and down your outer thigh to make sure you were comfortable. Using the high you were on to advantage so it wouldn’t hurt so much, he started cutting. Shinsou was careful with each curve of the ‘S’ he carved into you. A whine left you as the sting wasn’t as muted as you thought it would be. Peering down, you watched as your blood dripped back into the wound until it all flowed down the width of your thigh.

“Are you okay, Kitten?” Shinsou paused.

“Please keep going,” you whimpered between pain and pleasure.

By now the sting was something you welcomed as Shinsou moved to writing the ‘H’ into your flesh. You felt every fiber part against the blade as a weak thread does. Licking your lips, you hissed at the final cut. With stuttering breaths, you heaved out a sigh of relief. Avoiding the wounds, Shinsou swirled your warm blood into little hearts against your throbbing thigh. With no shame he brought his blood caked fingers to his lips and licked them.

“Just as sweet as I thought,” he grinned a smile borderlining feral.

As if he couldn’t get more, he dived back into your inner thighs to drink up to blood that coated your thighs dropped down the stranger’s couch. You could feel how the ball of tongue piercing caught in your skin. He moved his tongue from your thighs to then swipe up the whole length of your slit. Instantly your hands shot down to grip into Shinsou’s hair. Moaning, you could feel how he was mixing the remnant of blood on his wet muscle to the arousal that seeped through your panties. You only thank whatever god you were wearing black.

“D-daddy!” You hiccuped as he kept digging his piercing into your clit.

He was making such a pretty mess of you and you didn’t even have your panties off yet. As though he could hear your thoughts, Shinsou stopped making out with your pussy over your underwear to bring the knife to your hips. Stopping for a moment, he cut both sides of your panties, purposely nicking the flesh this time knowing you can handle it.

He ripped the material from under you to throw it where he had thrown your skirt. In apology he kissed the injured hip bones and trailed those kisses back down to the top of your pussy. Shinsou stayed away right from the area you needed him most. You cried out a plea for him to stop dragging his mouth just a breath away from your slit.

Growing impatient, you tugged his hair in hopes to steer his head to your cunt. It only earns you swat on the ass and him trapping both hands on your tummy with one of his hands crushing your wrists.

“Daddy, please!” You wiggled around in a mini tantrum that he wasn’t letting things go your way.

He drew away from your right thigh where he left a garden of violet and poppy hickeys. “Please what, Kitten? I don’t know what you want from you unless you use your words.”

You whined at how mean he was being. “You know what I want, you meanie!”

Shinsou spanked you again, palm catching the same spot causing you to cry out from the burn. “Don’t be bratty with me, you are well fucking aware it won’t get you anywhere.”

Sniffling, you tried to calm yourself down and gave in. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Please, please eat me out, touch me, I don’t care! I need you so bad.”

“Anything for my little girl,” Shinsou groaned.

With pleas so pretty like that, he couldn’t help but give in and dive right in. Immediately, he brought your puffy clit into his mouth to suck on the bundles of nerves. Your back arched off the couch with a cry. You didn’t know if you wanted more or for pleasure to stop, but your body squirmed either way. Though you couldn’t get fair with how Shinsou had your hands pinned and heavy grip on your waist.

His tongue swirled around your bud. He hummed into your cunt as you kept whimpering and moaning at the constant stimulation. The way his mouth vibrated against your sensitive flesh only made it worse. The ball of his piercing came back again to jab right into your clit. You were just happy he wasn’t wearing his vibrating one otherwise you would have come in a minute tops. Right now, Shinsou took his time with you. Basically making out with your cunt at this point.

He drank up every drop of your arousal as he did your blood which both were pooling around your bottom. Dropping down lower, he toyed his tongue around your hole. It was all becoming too much. He dipped in and you would never get used to how the bulbous piercing felt wriggling against your walls. Though it wasn’t enough. You needed more.

“Daddy, S-Shinsou please, I can’t take it. More, more,” your words started to slur together.

He only moaned in response, loving how you keep painting his face with your slick. At that you kicked feet at the overstimulation. Shinsou lovingly laughed into your clit at how your little feet kicked out from the pleasure. You had no right being this cute and sexy at the same time.

With his sweet laugh and one last harsh suck on your clit, you fell apart. A scream left you as you came, white flashing behind your eyes. You had nothing to ground you as your hands stayed restrained. Shinsou kept working you through your orgasm, jaw bobbling with how he ate you up as the wolf did to little red.

“Too much, Daddy it’s too much!” You begged, tears streaming down your face.

You made eye contact with Shinsou who finally pulled away from your cunt with a wet pop.

“You can take it.”

Was all he said before he went back in, but this time his finger prodded your fluttering hole. Like he said, you took his whole finger with no problem. As his pointer finger slid in, the cold metal of the rings before his second knuckle and at the bottom rubbed your walls. Wanting to stretch you more, Shinsou added his middle finger into the mix. He scissored your pussy, keeping his tongue playing with your clit.

He kissed your clit three times a row before he came up for what you assume is air. His whole lower half of his face was covered in your wetness, the arousal shimmering under the shitty, fluorescent lights.

Taking his grip of your wrists, brings himself up to your face to kiss you. Instantly, you close your eyes and wrap your free arms around his neck. The tangy taste of your cum on his tongue doesn’t bother, not when he’s kissing you so roughly like this. You pulled at the strands of his mohawks when he added another finger into your cunt.

You moaned and whined into his mouth, sugary sounds he swallowed and savored. Every metal ring on his finger was rubbing against your walls, stretching them even further. Especially the large skull ring on his ring made a pop sound when it breached your pussy.

Shinsou gave you a peck before he moved to whisper absolute filth into your ear. “Sure love to make a mess of my rings and some stranger’s couch, huh? I should make you lick up your mess.”

You moaned at the thought. Shinsou laughed into the skin of your neck, sucking and biting. He knew you all too well.

While his finger prepared you for his cock, his thumb started to rub circles into your already abused clit. The stimulation being too much, you started to writhe, trying to escape. Shinsou clamped a hand down on your hip, but you kept squirming.

Growling, he gripped your throat and shot up to glare at you. His clutch was tight enough to keep you still but not enough to actually cut off your breathing. The tips of his fingers almost met at the nape of your neck.

“Fucking behave,” he seethed with clenched teeth.

You could only whine in response, not able to form proper sentences. You could feel your orgasm building again. Your hands wrapped around his wrist, hoping he understood what you wanted.

He squeezed his fingers against the sides of your neck, “is this what you want, Kitten.”

You babbled words between yes and daddy, not able to speak full words. Adding a little more pressure and upping the tempo on his fingers, Shinsou watched as you fell apart before his eyes.

Adoration heavy in his stare as you came again for him. This time was more intense than the one before. No noise left the lips that were parted. You could only spasm, nails biting into Shinsou’s wrist. Not that he minded.

It took you a couple minutes to come back down but Shinsou was still sluggishly curling his fingers in your clenching walls.

“Shinsou, no,” you dragged out a whine, “too much.”

“Sorry, Kitten.”

He slipped his appendages out slowly. When they were gone from your pussy, it felt weird for your cunt to be so empty. You wanted to be filled, but with something bigger.

Blinking the left over tears in your eyes, you stare up at Shinsou, head fuzzy. You spy how he was still fully clad in his ripped black jeans and just as black t-shirt, leather jack long forgotten on the other side of the couch. Your thighs jumped at how clothed he was compared to you. It left you feeling vulnerable and even more submissive. You loved it.

The movement didn’t go unnoticed by Shinsou.

“Do you still want more, Kitten? Did you not have enough. What a greedy slut I have,” his mocking was like a present wrapped with silkened bows.

“I always want more if it’s from you, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” Shinsou whispered at how you looked up at him with such adoration. How could he deny you when you looked like an angel with your swollen lips and teary eyes?

Desperate for relief, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He lugged both his pants and boxers down enough so he could pull out his cock. You opened your legs wider if even possible to welcome him between them. Anticipation wracked through Shinsou at the thought of sinking into you. Still wanting to be safe, he reached into his back pocket where he always kept a condom only for it to turn up empty.

“Shit, I don't have a condom,” he grumbled. His cock throbbed for release, but he could wait to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable.

Seeing his predicament, you brought him closer, “it’s fine I’m on birth control and I trust you, Shinsou.”

“Really?” He looked so shocked at you even suggesting to go raw.

“I mean your initials are forever ingrained in my skin and mine yours, I don’t know how much more trustworthy you can get,” you giggled and he laughed with you.

“Can’t argue with that, Kitten.”

Frustrated with how the mask was still caught on the back of his hair, Shinsou moved to rip the blasted thing off.

“Wait!” You screeched, startling him.

Obviously confused, he blinked at you, “what is it?”

Warmth crept onto your face, eyes dancing to the side as you fiddled with the hem of his shirt, “keep the mask on.”

He furrowed his thick brows before a nasty grin displayed all his teeth. “What a dirty little girl you are, just for me, right?”

Covering your face with your hands, you groaned in embarrassment. Shinsou only gently moved your little hands away from your face.

“I want an answer, Sweetheart.”

“Just for you,” you said.

He reached back and tugged the mask down so it was covering his face from your view. While you were distracted by watching his large bicep tense and flex, Shinsou tapped the head of his cock against your sensitive clit pulling a lewd yelp from you. You were still very much sensitive.

Bringing his hulking frame closer to yours, he grabbed the base of cock to place it at your hole. He slowly slid into your cunt. His head forcefully pushed in with an audible pop. Even after all the times he fucked you, you could never get used to his size.

You moaned as his mere cockhead stretched your cunt passed capacity. How you ever take the whole thing, you have no idea. Little by little he pushed his cock more into you and your thighs shook at the strain. He felt so much better raw. You could feel every vein and ridge of his pretty dick.

“Almost there, Baby. You are so good for me,” Shinsou whispered into your shoulder.

He wasn’t faring any better. Even though he said words of encouragement to you, he was trying all he could to not blow his load in three fucking seconds. Your cunt felt so good without a condom. You were so warm and wet and god, fucking tight.

Gripping your waist, Shinsou slammed you down the rest of the way. You squealed at how rapidly he bottomed out in you. Your little cunny was already so sore from the stretch but still drooled for more. Hips bucking for more, Shinsou was almost losing his damn mind with how you tried to bounce on his cock.

Putting you both out of your misery, Shinsou pulled almost all the way out just to slam back into you. You both moaned at the same time at how his hip bones banged against your thighs. You forgone the cuts in your thigh as you moaned at the rapid drag of Shinsou’s cock in your clenching cunt.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Shinsou gritted, “you look so little under me.”

You could only grapple onto his shoulder unable to answer or move against his large mass. His board frame swallowed you up and it weren’t for your legs wrapped against his waist, it would look as if he was fucking the couch and not you. You wanted to hide your face in the juncture between his neck and shoulder, but he was so big all you could do was stuff your face between his chest.

Shinsou always loved how tiny you were compared to him, it always gave him this euphoric rush with how easily he could protect you as easily as he could break you. And despite this, you handed yourself over to him with soft hands and a proud smile.

So deep in pleasure, you ignored how his jeans irritate the skin of your wound. His probably wasn’t any better but that didn’t matter. Shinsou kept fucking into you, bruising your hips at this point with his thrusts.

You could feel he was just as close as you with how he became more sloppy with his thrusts. Instead of laggardly dragging his cock out of your pussy — walls squeezing to keep him close just to slam back into you, he was shallowly humping into your cunt.

Along the way, his hand made a home out of your throat, keeping you right where he wanted.

“Daddy harder, you— hah! — you can squeeze harder,” you mumbled out, just wanting to cum already. At this point you don’t care how greedy you’re being.

Shinsou complied and smiled with how you whimpered for him

“I really am a lucky man. I love you, Kitten.”

You babbled out, ‘I love you’s’ and ‘I’m going to cum’ until they all jumble out in one big mess.

Shinsou started to press harder into, ready for you both to reach your end.

“Wait,” he commanded, contradicting his movements.

You cry harder because you don’t know if you could. With the hand gripping your hip, his thumb moved to rub harsh circles into your clit not helping your predicament. Pap, pap, pap went he hips against you soaked thighs groans toppled off his bitten lips.

Knowing you two were at your end, you ripped off his mask wanting to see his face when he came. Your fingers raked through his surprisingly soft hair despite the hair gel. Shinsou reached down to kiss you, groaning into your drooling mouth.

“Cum for me, my pretty girl.” And as if his word was law, you did.

He shortly followed, slamming his hips so his cock was deep into your cunt. His cum embedding deep inside you, claiming your walls as his. After finally being in your pussy, he doesn’t think he could ever let you go. Not like he planned to before. You two were meant to be together, he knew that well.

Still clutched onto him, he kisses the top of your head as you try to come down. Shinsou kept his cock in you to not overwhelm you. Also, he doesn’t think he's quite ready to leave your warm, gummy walls just yet. When your breathing went back to normal, he pulled you away from his chest.

With the hand that’s not keeping from crushing you, he pets the side of your hair with a love stucken simper. First he pecks your nose, then the apple of cheeks, then your forehead, chin, your eyelids and lastly your lips.

“My good girl. My sweet, pretty girl. I love you so much, thank you for trusting so much,” he whispered to you like this was a secret too precious for the blaring world to hear.

You giggled at him being so sappy and soft, something so unusual compared to how he treated everyone else. He was your person as you were his.

“I love you too, Toshi. Of course, I trust you, you're my best friend.”

He gives a gruff chuckle at that, “I think we are way past best friends, Kitten.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “we can be in love and still be best friends.”

“Hmm if you say so.”

Flopping down on you, he rested his head on the swell of your breast, eyes closing. Though he was careful to not crush you with all his weight, he caressed your waist. You almost purred at his palm massaging your muscles.

You basked in the bliss until you remembered.

“Hey you asshole, you cut all my clothes! How am I supposed to go home butt ass naked,” you scowled down at him and whacked his head.

Grumbling from being hit, he kept his eyes closed but had a just as grumpy expression, “I’ll find you clothes and you can wear my jacket.”

He peeked open one eye to see your face light up at being able to wear the jacket he never let anyone else wear. You truly didn’t know how whipped he is for you.

“Now sleep,” Shinsou muttered, wrapping his arm around your waist to snuggle you closer like you were some teddy bear. You couldn’t argue with that and closed your eyes with him. Sleep weighed heavy on your bones.

And in the tranquility of a distant thumping of bass and the pungent odor of alcohol, you both made your own piece of heaven here, twin cut wounds bonded together by spilled blood.

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