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hayakawalove · 2 months

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A Little Pain Never Hurt Nobody

Summary: Life was dull lately. You needed something to jump start you. You figure you may as well check out the local sex club, cause why not? You meet "professional" dom Suguru and he shows you a whole new world of pain and pleasure. You're in for a ride.

A/N: This is. Um. Yeah.

I purposefully didn't make it too extreme as this is your first time engaging in anything like this. I hope you enjoy.

P.S I've never been to a sex club so excuse me if this is completely wrong

CW: Smut, Masochism, Sadism, Impact Play, Flogging, Dacryphilia, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Spanking, Slapping, Face Slapping, Rough Sex, Aftercare, Sex Club, Top Getou Suguru, Alcohol, Choking, Dominance, Submission, Humiliation, Degradation, Biting, Dirty Talk, Name-Calling, Creampie, Praise Kink, Pain, AFAB Reader, Female Reader

W/C: 7,232

Credit to @benkeibear for the divider

Why were you doing this again? To be honest, you didn’t really know the answer yourself. Everything had just been so boring lately. You needed something to spice up your life. That’s what you told yourself at least, when you were standing in front of the club with blacked out windows.

It was a sex club specifically. It had always piqued your interest, but you were never crazy enough to actually check it out.

Not until now, apparently.

You wrap your trembling hand around the door handle, pulling it open to feel a blast of warm air. At least it was better than staying outside in the freezing temperature.

I’ll just check it out, I won’t stay for long. You told yourself.

When you entered you were greeted by a woman standing at a desk. She wore a bright white smile and a black choker.

“Welcome! ID please.”

“Oh, right.”

You fish in your purse to grab your ID to show to her. Were kids really dumb enough to try to sneak into this place? Scratch that, you remember being young and stupid.

“Have a good time!” She bids you, passing your ID back.

You give a nervous smile before walking further in, a blast of stimulation coming at you from all angles.

The lights were dim, but you noticed colorful shapes being projected around the room, dancing. In tandem with the lights, there were women and men on platforms moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music. And the music, it wasn’t as loud as a normal club, but it still just added to everything. It was almost too much.

You walk in, the exciting energy drawing you in further. People were in various stages of undress, but no one seemed bothered by the nudity.

A man passes you, his neck collared and leashed as he follows a woman in high heels. He smiles at you before the girl tugs the leash, pulling him further.

Okay, that’s new.

You hear a shrill sound, a woman screaming.

Your head whips to the direction of the noise, fear briefly settling in your veins before you remember where you are.

The sight that greets you confuses you.

A woman was strapped to a metallic x, her body completely nude baring her ass for the small crowd to see. Her bottom was tinged bright red. If you looked close enough, you thought you could see her skin begin to split open.

A man stood behind her, a crop held tightly in his hand. His eyes flicked to her face before back down, slamming the crop against her again.

She let out a wail causing you to jump. It looked like it hurt so bad.

And that excited you.

The man runs the crop over her skin, her sobs echoing as he teased her tender flesh. Long black hair cascaded down his back, thin eyes scrutinizing her.

Just as you were admiring his beauty, you noticed his gaze settle on you. You wanted to look away, but you just couldn’t. Not when his demanding authority had captured you.

The moment was over as soon as it started, and his attention was back to the woman. You force yourself to look away and head to the bar, suddenly feeling light headed.

You stand next to the shiny counter and the bartender struts up to you.

“What can I get you?”

“Just water.” You croak out, your throat feeling dry.

He turns around and passes you a bottle of water, free of charge, before attending to a different customer.

The cool liquid slides down your throat while you watch the scenes before you. The performance was seemingly over as the masses of people surrounding it had dispersed. Your gaze flickers across the dancers in front of you.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

“Yes they,” you start, turning towards the source of the voice.

The man from earlier stood next to you, eyes on the dancers.

“Are.” You finish.

He was even more stunning up close. His hair was like satin, flowing down his back. Dark golden eyes, and he was tall.

He turns his head to you and smiles, seeing the way you admire him.

“You’re new here.” He strikes up a conversation.

You shuffle in place, looking down at your water bottle and back up.

“That obvious, huh?”

He gifts you a serene smile.

“I’ve never seen your face before, and you weren’t as calloused to the play scene.”

You fumble with the bottle, the sound of it crinkling filling the space.

“Don’t be embarrassed, everyone needs to start somewhere.” He comforts you.

One look at how genuine he seemed soothed your nerves. Earlier he exuded power, quiet dominance leaking from his pores. But now he seemed like a regular guy.

“I suppose you’re right.” You finish the water bottle and set it beside you.

“So what brings you here?”

“I was bored.”

He lets out a hearty chuckle at your response, his eyes closing.

“You were bored so you decided to go to a sex club for the first time?”

Heat floods through your cheeks, you were unsure if he was teasing you or not.

“I mean I’ve always been interested, just never got around to it.”

Another scene was unfolding, drawing most of the people away from you as they gathered to observe it. You almost thought you were going to have more breathing room that way, but somehow it was even more stifling. All of this man’s attention was on you, and there was no one around you to dull it out.

“What do you think so far?”

You played with your opinions in your head. It was strange, but you liked it. Everyone seemed happy here, and there were no aspects of a normal club that weighed it down.

“I like it. It’s a bit more than I expected, but it’s exciting.”

He seems satisfied with your answer. He flags down the bartender and orders a whiskey, before turning his attention back to you.

“And what did you think of the scene?”

The question jolts you. The air around it felt different than his first question. It almost felt like he was asking you to rate him.

“I-it was good. I liked it a lot actually.”

The air shifted around you, you were beginning to feel that commanding presence of his again.

“I’m glad.”

His voice runs a shiver up your spine and you have to will yourself to contain it.

His drink arrives and you watch as he brings his mouth to the rim, a small sip of brown liquid kissing his lips.

“Why did you start coming here?” You can’t help but ask.

The man turns to you with a smile.

“I like making people happy, and it’s something I enjoy.”

You press him further and he reveals more.

“People feel much more open here, like they don’t have to hide their true selves. It’s refreshing. I like seeing people’s genuine smiles.”

The answer simmers in your brain. You don’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t that. What a kind man. It was almost unbelievable he was the same one hitting the woman earlier.

“I’ve actually always wanted to do something like that.”

He sets his glass down and cocks a brow at you.

“From your scene, I mean.”

He turns his full attention to you. You piqued his interest.

“Why haven’t you?”

“I just didn’t know where to start. It’s kind of a bit scary.”

He seems to be contemplating something, eyes looking up. You watch as his finger taps the glass.

“I could always help, if you’re still interested.” He offers, swirling the amber liquid before tossing his head back, taking another swig.

It feels like gravel is in your throat now, settled somewhere between your voice box and tongue. The mushy pink muscle refuses to cooperate inside your mouth.

“It doesn’t have to be me of course. I can always see if someone else here would help if you would prefer that. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“N-no! I mean yes! That would be great, trying it with you, I mean.” You rush out, an overwhelming amount of heat rushing to your cheeks.

You think you see something akin to a smirk spark over his features before he nurses the reaction back down to something more neutral.

“Great.”

“So, are you like a professional or something?” You fiddle with your hair.

“More or less.”

He stands up and leans over the bar, rummaging around until he finds what he’s looking for. Orange post it notes and a pen.

You study his face while he looks down, scribbling his number onto the paper. His penmanship is surprisingly neat, something you weren’t used to seeing from men. Then again, something told you he wasn’t like most men.

“Here, text me if you decide you’re still interested. We can set something up and discuss hard and soft limits, and also share our results as we both should get tested first.”

You grip the paper once he hands it to you, eyes dancing across the conglomerate of numbers.

“You don’t have like, a business card or something?”

He lets out a chuckle, leaning against his chin as he watches you.

“I’m not that professional. I have a full time job and a life outside of this, it’s just something I do for fun. Although, I do have lots of experience, probably more than anyone else here.”

You clear your throat and look back down at the note. At the top, he wrote his name.

“Suguru.” You taste the sound of his name, letting the syllables fall from your lips.

“That would be me.” He says with a smile. “What would your name be?”

You tell him your name and try to not run away when you hear him repeat it back to you. Your name had never sounded so good before, you were sure of it.

“Alright, well if you decide you want to go forward just text me. We’ll get something figured out.” He drinks the rest of his whiskey, sliding a couple of dollar bills down before standing up.

You wave goodbye, your skin buzzing off the high from talking to him. He was such a good looking guy, and he seemed so kind. Was this real? Was he really going to help you experience something new?

There was only one way to find out.

~~~

You and Suguru had been texting for several days ironing everything out. He asked you what you were interested in trying, and it took you longer than you were willing to admit to come up with a list.

It was partly because you had no idea what you wanted to try. How could you pick? The other part of it was that it felt embarrassing sending him the list. Sure you met him at a sex club, and he offered to help, but it almost felt too vulnerable. You hadn’t even shared these fantasies with some of your boyfriends. Maybe that was why you agreed to let him help you. There was no personal connection, no fear of rejection.

After many hours, you were able to create a list.

Impact play

Choking

Hair pulling

Biting

Sensory play

It wasn’t the most extreme list. You were quite sure he had seen and done much worse, but you were still sort of scared. He complimented it once you sent it, and let you know to start thinking of safe words. You had heard of the idea before, so you knew you would have to pick them.

Along with the list, he also told you to get tested for any STDs, not that he didn't trust you he told you, but it was more procedure. He told you he was going to get checked as well.

The day came where you were to meet Suguru once more at the atmospheric spot. He told you to bring a change of comfy clothes, drink lots of water, and come on a full stomach. Having instructions to follow before sex felt weird in a way. It almost felt as though the scene had started before you arrived.

You checked yourself out one last time in the mirror in your bedroom. You wore a short black dress, complimenting all of your favorite parts of your body. Telling yourself you wore it only for you, but you secretly hoped Suguru would be pleased when he saw it.

You didn't know whether or not to be let down when his eyes didn’t linger over your body when you arrived. You found him talking with a couple of people, ones you recognized. It was the man on a leash and his owner. The man stood patiently behind her while she spoke with Suguru, a friendly demeanor between the two.

When he saw you, his eyes glanced down at your outfit then back up, excusing himself from the conversation. He rested his hand against your lower back, guiding you towards a long row of doors.

“Are we not doing it out in the main area?” You ask.

He glances at you with a smile before opening a door, a big room inside.

“No, it’s your first time. I wouldn’t make you do that. Unless, of course, you want to do it in front of everyone.” The lilt in his voice makes your hair stand on edge.

“N-no. Here is much better.”

He closes the door behind you, walking over to a chair. On it lies a piece of paper. He lifts it up and brings it over to you. It was his test results, all clean. You dig into your purse to bring your results out too and hand them over to him.

“Good. Are you on birth control?” He asks, eyes looking over the sheet.

You straighten up and open your mouth, nerves beginning to settle over you.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Suguru sets the paper aside. “Oh actually, I wanted to talk about something on your list. We won’t be able to do the typical choking you’re probably thinking of. Too much risk involved so it’s not allowed in clubs like this. I’m sorry.”

You feel disappointment in your chest but you nod in agreement.

“That makes sense, okay.”

“Have you put any thought into the safe word? Most people use red, yellow, and green. Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for all good.” He suggests.

“I’ll do those then, if that’s alright.” You fidget with your fingers, digging into the side of your dress.

He smiles at you before looking down at the bag you brought.

“Oh! These are the change of clothes you asked me to bring. I also had lots of water and just ate.”

“Good girl.” He purrs, the sound of it instantly turning your face hot.

Suguru peers at you and smiles to himself once he notices your reaction.

“Oh, you’re gonna be fun.” He says, more to himself than you.

You dart your eyes away, finding it hard to look at him. So instead, you study the room you’re in. There was a floor length mirror, a large bed, and various sex tools on the wall. The room itself looked comfortable, if not for the daunting things that were meant to cause pain.

“So how do we um, you know, start this I guess? I’ve never done it before-“ you find yourself rambling.

Suguru closes the distance between the two of you, making you gasp out. His finger slides under your chin tilting your head up.

“Just relax, let me take care of it princess.”

His lips are on yours. They felt plush, molding to yours while his tongue slots in your mouth. You grasp his shirt for support. All oxygen had exited your body the second you felt him press up against you.

It’s not that you were against the idea, it was far from it actually, but you didn’t expect it to happen so fast.

Suguru’s large hand spans across your cheek, long fingers pressed into your skin. He walks you backwards until you hit a wall, and it takes everything in you to continue standing on your own. His tongue grazes against yours, drawing out a soft moan from you.

“How cute.” Suguru pulls away to speak, instead choosing to place kisses down your neck.

“A-ah!” You dig your fingers into his shoulder, feeling his teeth graze against your sensitive flesh.

He doesn’t bite down like you expected. Instead, he decides to continue sliding his tongue down your neck, occasionally bumping his teeth against your throat. It was as if he was reminding you that he could bite, but he wasn’t going to, not yet at least.

One thing you should know about Suguru is that he enjoyed playing with his food first.

Suguru pulls back and looks down at you. Your eyes were glazed over, a mix of both your salivas coating your lips.

“Wore this for me, huh?” He asks, fingers trailing down your dress.

The way he stood over you commanded dominance. You had never experienced such a thing before. But in that moment you knew you would do anything he asked.

“Yes.” Your voice trembles.

Suguru hums while he further analyzes you. He didn’t know where to start. You gave him a good list, but he also didn’t want to scare you or hurt you, at least not in a bad way.

“You’re so kind to wear this baby, but I’m gonna need you to take it off now.” His voice commands.

You pull off the dress, tossing it to the floor before looking up at him expectantly. He chuckles darkly, reaching a thumb up to drag over your lip. He swipes the saliva away, letting his finger slide down your chin, down your chest until he reaches your stomach. There was a predatory glint in his eyes, one that made your skin crawl. He grips your waist hard, turning you around.

“Turn around.” You follow what he says and face the wall.

Suguru stands back and admires your form as you follow his directions. He looks at your underwear, a lacy thong, before looking back up. Your body trembles beneath his gaze, the weight of those feline eyes searing into your back.

He steps back to grab a tool, one of many in his arsenal. It was a flogger, the handle of it fitting comfortably in his palm as he steps back closer to you.

“This is called a flogger. People use it as a whip. I’m going to strike you a couple times, and I want you to tell me how it feels.”

“O-okay.”

He desperately wants to correct you on your manners, the urge tickling the back of his throat. He much would have preferred a “yes sir”. But this is your first time, so he refrains. If you visit again though, he won’t be so lenient.

Suguru raises his hand, brandishing the flogger, before bringing it back down against your ass. The feeling jolts you, your body jumping up in response. It didn’t hurt per se, but you could definitely feel it. He must’ve been holding back, and that fact irked you a bit.

“How was that?” His voice remains steady.

“It was okay.” If only you could keep your voice as steady as his.

He hums in response before bringing the whip back down on your other cheek. This time was much harder, sending a shock of pain across your skin. The pain traveled straight to your pussy where you feel yourself clench around nothing, the act somehow more painful than the whip.

“Better?” He asks, flicking his eyes up to look at your head.

Your head was turned sideways, your lip caught between your teeth. You wanted to try things like this, always intrigued by the idea of pain during sex. But you had no idea it would feel this good.

“Better, feels good.” You admit, inhibition slowly falling.

Suguru strikes you again, this time even harder than the last. Heat spreads across your ass, the action making you moan out. Pure ecstasy. Your arms tremble as you keep yourself against the wall.

Your eyes dart to the side to catch a glimpse as best as you can of the man. He looks nothing short of a god behind you, tall and unwavering. His raven locks flow down his shoulders, keen eyes focused on your figure.

Suguru sets the flogger down before pulling a hairband out, dragging his fingers through his hair as he gathers it all into a bun. Can’t have any hair getting in the way of his vision, after all.

He picks the flogger back up and drags it across your backside, sending goosebumps across your skin.

“Keep your face forward.” There was that commanding voice again.

You snap your head forward once more, eyes boring into the wall in front of you. Anticipation settles in your veins, heart racing at the idea of him hitting you again.

“I'm going to keep going, and I want you to count after every single one.”

“What happens if I lose count?”

“Don’t.”

He strikes you once more, a sob racking your body. A temporary moment of bliss settles over your bones before you remember what he told you to do.

“One.”

“That’s a good girl.”

Again. Again. Again.

Each strike was more painful than the last. Every time he made contact with your skin, you jumped forward and groaned out.

He continues bringing the flogger down on your ass, each time making you cry out. Your voice shaky each time you counted. Tears were blearing your eyes from the pain, from the pleasure. You find it hard to stay standing up, the room spinning around you and your knees almost buckling underneath you.

Suguru keeps his eyes trained on your ass, noticing the beginnings of marks start to form. It pleased him greatly to see your skin react, the mere sight causing his slacks to tighten.

“F-f-f-fifty!” You sob.

Suguru sets the flogger down and spins you around, almost groaning from the sight of your tear stricken face.

“Did so good princess. What’s your color?” He asks, dragging his hands up your shoulders, rubbing your skin soothingly.

It was almost hard to believe those hands were the same ones causing you so much pain.

“Green, green.” You look up desperately at him, needing to know what else he had in store for you.

He brings a hand up, the back of his forefinger swiping beneath your lash line under both sides. He watches the way your tears coat his skin, and it takes everything in him not to bring his finger up to his mouth to lick off the salty remenents of the calamity he caused.

“Good.” He says.

He didn’t even break a sweat, meanwhile your chest was heaving like you ran a marathon. A part of you was desperate to see him at his worst, see what he looked like when he really went all in.

“Get on your knees.” His voice was soft but demanding.

You sink to your knees and look up, waiting for more instructions. He smoothed a hand over your head before bringing you closer.

“You know what to do from here. Unless, that pretty brain of yours is already too far gone.”

You look down at the hard bulge in front of you. His pants were hardly doing anything, you could see the outline of it all. Your hands reach up and fumble before finally successfully dragging his pants and underwear down, his cock jumping out.

You feel drool pile up behind your lips, your tongue feeling too heavy in your mouth. You had been with guys before, but you were sure no one compared to him.

His angry tip stands at attention while you bring your lips down, popping his cock in your mouth. It felt somehow larger in your mouth than it looked, and it didn’t look small. It fills you to the brim, your cunt throbbing as his heavy cock rests against your tongue. Suguru hisses at the feeling of your wet mouth engulfing him. He was sensitive and needy. Hearing your cries got him more riled up than he had led on.

Your tongue slides around his cock while you take more into your mouth. His cock slides down your throat, oxygen slowly depleting from your lungs. Suguru keeps his hands to his sides, merely observing you. It felt like you were putting on a show for him.

Spit begins to flow freely from your lips, dripping from the corners of your mouth while you move your head back and forth along his cock. There was a fire underneath you, the raw flesh of your ass clawing at you.

You couldn’t focus on that though, there was only him.

“Oh right, you said you wanted to try choking right?” He begins.

You look up at him, your eyes starting to water again.

“Take all of it in and hold it.” He demands. “You can manage that, can’t you pretty baby?”

You squeeze your eyes shut while you slide down further, his pubic bone meeting your nose. You couldn’t breathe at all, your body quickly setting off alarms to get you to back off. But he gave you an order, and you intended on listening to it.

You couldn’t breathe. You needed to breathe. But, you didn’t want to. The feeling of lightheadedness made your clit throb. Knowing that his cock was in control of whether or not you deserved oxygen.

Suguru chuckles softly and leans his head back, closing his eyes. He could feel the way your throat clenched around him, feel your lips adjust around him.

After what felt like an eternity he finally looked back down at you. Something akin to pride laces his features.

“Release.” With that, you tear your head away, gasping as air fills you once more.

Long strings of saliva connects you to his cock, lewd in a way that almost made you flustered.

“Continue.”

You slide his cock back into your mouth once you feel able. You’re more faster the second time around, your throat having already been melded into the shape of his cock. His brows furrow while he watches you, groans escaping his mouth.

You decide you could do this forever. Nothing else mattered when you were pleasing him, you would continue to do so if he let you.

However, he had other plans.

“That’s it.” He says, pulling his cock from you.

You go to wipe the tears and spit from your face but he grabs your wrist before you’re able.

“Leave it.”

Suguru helps you to your feet, the action once more astoundingly sweet. It was making your head rush being surrounded by the two versions of him.

He grabs your arms and brings them up, placing them on his shoulders. He looks into your eyes as he gets on his knee, his hands ghosting over your waist.

“I’m going to take these off now.” He says, giving you room to stop him.

But you don’t.

You watch as he looks down, his face right in front of your pussy. He hooks his hands on the band of your underwear, sliding them off your legs. You lift one leg up at a time, suddenly grateful you have something to hold onto.

Suguru drops your underwear to the side and runs his hands up your thighs. He places a kiss on your tummy before standing to his full height again, his hands reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.

There was nothing to feel ashamed about. He had already seen you go through more than anyone else had, so why did you have to fight yourself to remain neutral as he took your body in?

His features look serene as his gaze drags across your body, no detail going unmissed.

“Stunning.” He looks back up at you, capturing your attention.

Your throat feels dry as you scramble for a response.

“Thank you.”

“Did you know you’re dripping, princess?”

Your thighs clench together and you feel the slick coating your inner thighs. You grimace and nod.

“Is this from getting whipped or from sucking my cock?”

“Both.”

Suguru hums in satisfaction, looking back down between your legs.

“Want some help with that?”

Your heart lurches in response but you timidly nod, following him as he leads you to the bed. It’s much softer than it looks, the comforter giving your ass some reprieve as you lay down on the side of the bed. Suguru spreads your legs, watching as the low light catches on the glint of your leaky core.

He bends down, placing gentle kisses down your chest as he goes. Suguru looks up and notices how your nipples begin to harden as his administrations. So damn sensitive. How adorable.

He travels down until he’s placing kisses closer to your pussy. The feeling was teasing in nature, but you didn’t want to rush him. Clearly he knew what he was doing. You might as well enjoy the ride.

Suguru places a kiss on either side of your pussy before pulling away, pupils focusing in on your unmarred thighs.

Oh, no that won’t do.

He gets in closer bringing his mouth to your skin. Your body reacts before you can even register what’s happening. Your legs try to clamp shut but his strong hands are holding them open. Looking down you notice that Suguru had bit into your inner thigh, his dark eyes staring right back at yours.

The sensation was unlike anything you had felt before. His teeth dig into your flesh, your mouth hanging open as you watch him. Suguru sucks lightly, his tongue darting out over the bite mark before pulling away. The sting of it spreads throughout you, but pure pleasure does as well. Who knew pain from so many different things could feel this good?

Suguru closes his eyes before bringing his mouth to the other side, teeth digging into your other leg. You moan out, fighting to keep your legs open for him. There was dynamite going off underneath your skin, you were positive of that.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He pulls away from your leg and draws himself in closer towards your throbbing pussy. He holds back a coo when he notices your hole clench.

He darts his tongue out, flicking it against your clit to test you. And just as he expected, you let out a desperate moan. Your reactions were driving him crazy, each noise causing his mind to reel.

Suguru dives in completely, his lips encasing your clit. You wanted to cry from the pleasure, his tongue working magic against your sensitive clit. He drags one hand away from your thigh to bring up to your pussy, feeling as though it deserves to be filled.

A finger works its way inside you, immediately hooking against your gspot. You laugh incredulously before tossing your head back, reveling in the pleasure he was indulging you in.

It was almost criminal how good he was.

His tongue dances across your clit while he slides a second finger in, both of them slowly working your gspot. You had never been brought to cumming so fast before, you would be ashamed if only it didn’t feel so good.

Your moans bounce off the walls of the room, the sound filling Suguru’s ears. You keep your eyes clamped shut in fear of what you might do if you saw the sight in front of you.

Suguru knows before you do, your pussy tightening around his fingers. He fucks you harder with them, sucking your clit as you cum. It feels like an out of body experience as he fucks you through it, bringing you down until your groans die out and the sound of your heavy breathing fills your ears.

He pulls his fingers out of you, swiping them against his tongue. Sure, he had many clients before now, but none of them were as sweet as you. It almost felt wrong to call you a client, this experience felt different compared to previous ones.

You peel your eyes open and watch as Suguru brings himself on the bed, his face hovering over yours.

“You’re cute when you cum,” he starts. “Cute when you cry too.”

You force your head to turn, staring away from him. The compliment simmers in your gut while you feel the body heat between you grow.

“Yeah, okay.” You murmur, self conscious.

“I’m serious.” He brings a finger under your chin to guide your gaze back to him.

As much as you want to disagree, you can see the truth his eyes hold. He was so damn kind. Many people would disagree with you. They would say no one who was a good person would enjoy hurting other people. But you knew the truth. Suguru was a kind man.

“You ready?” He asks.

Excitement bubbles up and you part your lips, telling him you are.

He presses his lips down on yours, wanting to share a tender moment before he fucks the life out of you. He locks his fingers into yours on either side of your head, before pulling away.

“Hands and knees.” His rough persona is back.

You crawl up on the bed, facing away from him. He takes a moment to appreciate the scene in front of him, your beaten ass on display as your cum drips down your legs. A new world wonder, if he was being honest with himself.

Suguru slides his shirt off, throwing it off to the side by your dress. Heat flickers beneath his skin as he watches you. He smooths a hand over your back as he grips his cock and rubs it between your sticky folds. The anticipation was killing you, knees practically shaking from the suspense.

Suguru slides into you, your walls struggling to accommodate him. Your mouth hangs open as he nudges into you. Nothing had ever felt so good, the pressure of his cock filling you to the brim.

“God damn it, princess.” You think you hear him say.

He sets a steady pace, wanting to slowly build up before getting back into the roughness of it all. His hips push into you a couple of times before he picks up speed. You moan out each time his cock plunges into you. You would have gotten lost in it if he didn’t snap you out.

Suguru threads his finger in your hair, getting a firm grip before he pulls it back. He holds it in a tight grasp, pain searing throughout your head.

Each part of you throbbed. Your ass, your thighs, your head. But somehow you craved more. Craved more pain. Craved more Suguru.

Suguru bares his teeth as he fucks you, your pussy tightening around him each time he yanks your hair.

Each thrust causes your mind to blank. He was fucking all sense out of you.

Suguru releases your hair before gripping your shoulder, yanking you back until your shoulder blades meet his chest. He reaches around in front of you, gripping onto your jaw, leaving you no room to look away as he tilts your head back.

His hand digs into you, pain settling in your face as he holds you.

“Tell me how it feels.” He sounds nearly breathless, his eyebrows knitted up in pleasure as he looks at you.

You furrow your brows as you look up at him, attention being split between his cock fucking into you and his hard grip on your face.

“H-hurts.” You murmur, your pushed up cheeks making it hard to talk.

Suguru’s breaths quicken, heart pounding as he thrusts into you.

“Yeah? Hurts?” Excitement leaks from his voice.

You nod and let out a sob when his cock presses against your gspot, his grip tightening.

“What do you think about the pain?”

“L-love it. Love the pain. Love when you hurt me.”

Suguru audibly swallows, throwing his head back as he lets out a low groan.

“Think you can handle more, princess?”

You agree, your mind swimming. He looks down at you again and releases your head, but keeps you pressed against him.

His hand makes contact with your cheek, a sting instantly spreading across your face. He slapped you. And you liked it.

Suguru does it once more, the force heavier this time. You moan out when he makes contact, all the while his cock punishing your insides. Endorphins swim in your head, muddling all remaining sense. You brace for impact once more, only to be met with nothing.

He doesn’t slap you again.

“Color?” You’re amazed he can even remember asking that while he’s doing this.

“Green, oh, green.”

Suguru smacks you again, his cock fucking you harder. You weren’t even aware you could moan this loud, but leave it to Suguru to give you a bunch of firsts.

Your eyes roll back as he slaps you again. He feels a deep satisfaction spread through him as he watches the pleasure dart across your face. That’s what all this was about, after all.

Suguru pushes you back down and you barely catch yourself, your hands holding you up. He puts one hand on your waist, placing the other one in your hair again. The loud noises from your connected sexes get louder, your pussy dripping even more as his cock drags inside you.

He pulls your head up, forcing you to stare in the mirror across the bed.

“Look at yourself.” He wills himself to say.

To say you looked debauched would be an understatement. Your face was a mess, tears streaming down your puffy cheeks. You couldn’t see your ass or the inside of your thighs in the mirror, but you didn’t have to see them to feel they were there. They hadn’t been hurt in awhile now, but the wounds still ached something fierce. You briefly wondered how long they would hurt. Hopefully for a long time.

“You look filthy. Utterly ruined.” His cock punches into you.

“Ohhh, fuck, FUCK!” You all but yell as his cock bruises you from the inside out.

Suguru moans behind you, going back and forth between looking at your face in the mirror and how his cock looks when he pulls it out.

He pulls his hand away from your hip and reaches down, instantly finding your swollen clit. Your body lurches forward once he makes contact, drawing tight circles around you.

“Yes! Yes!” Your voice is raw as it leaves your throat.

Suguru’s hips stutter as he feels you get closer to the edge. He keeps a tight grip on your hair, loving the way you wince each time he holds tighter.

“Fuck, you’re soaking. Pussy’s so good. Such a pain slut. You my little pain slut?”

You nod even though it causes more pain to spread across your head. Maybe that’s why you do it.

“Yes, I’m your, your pain slut.”

Suguru groans out a curse, his fingers continuing their ministrations.

“Gonna cum from getting knocked around?”

Your stomach tightens, moans increasing.

“Yes! Oh, fuck, fuck yes.” Your eyes clamp shut as you feel it start.

You cum around Suguru’s cock, your pussy squeezing his cock as you shake beneath him. The earth shattering feeling catches you off guard, electricity shooting through your body.

You register a groan from behind you before he pumps into you one more time before his cock shoots cum out, filling your spasming walls.

It takes you a minute to recover, each gasp of breath bringing you back down to earth.

Suguru slides out of you carefully, eyes drawn to the way the milky white cum seeps from your abused hole. He pushes back his bangs that came loose before going to the bedside table, rummaging around until he finds a towel.

His touch is careful as he cleans you up, fingers ghosting over your sensitive skin as he wipes away all remnants of his cum.

Suguru sets the soiled cloth aside before aiding you in sitting up. You whimper as your ass makes contact with the back of your calves. Your skin was on fire. He places each hand on either side of your face, the action instantly calming.

“How are you doing?” His soothing voice comes out.

Your eyes feel heavy as they look back up at him, his features washed over with concern.

You reach out and ball your fist against his toned chest.

“I’m okay.” Your voice sounds far away.

Suguru pulls one hand away and grabs a water bottle that sat next to the bed. He brings his other hand to it and cracks it open, passing it to you.

You grab it, tilting your head back as the cool water rushes down your throat. You take a couple of gulps before passing it back.

Instead of the sharp pain from each of your wounds, you’re body settles into a dull ache. The wounds were definitely there, and they were pleasing.

Suguru gets into the bed next to you and opens his arms.

“Come here.” Another command, one that was much softer.

You’re confused by the gesture but you scoot closer to him nonetheless, laying down until your head is directly over his heart. He was still shirtless, only his pants remaining but they were pulled back up and closed.

“This is an important part of each session. I’m not going to hurt you and send you packing.” He explains, his thumb stroking your arm.

His warmth seeps into your bones and you find yourself curling up closer to him.

“That’s sweet of you.”

“It’s the bare minimum.” He gently says, moving his head until he can see your face.

Your eyes were closed but you were still very much awake, if not hanging on by the tiny grasp of consciousness you still had.

“How did you feel about it?”

You try to articulate your thoughts, many feelings surging through your body.

“I really liked it.”

“None of it was too much?”

“No, it all felt really good.”

Suguru moves his head back as he gets comfortable. He had rented the room out for 24 hours, not knowing how long the session would last or how long you would want to relax after. He had no timeline, willing to stay here for as long as you needed.

The contact with his skin was helping bring your heart rate down, the adrenaline exiting your body. Your body was sore, and probably would be for the next couple of days.

“Thank you for helping me with this, I mean, giving me my first experience.”

Suguru smiles above you.

“No problem. I enjoyed it too.”

You feel giddy at his admission. Now that you had done this once, you weren’t sure you could get enough of it. You were already thinking about what your next scene might look like.

“Could we do it again?”

“Hm, I don’t know, I feel like you should rest a couple of hours first at the very least.” He ponders, obviously teasing you.

You click your tongue.

“You know what I mean.” You say with a shy smile.

Suguru chuckles above you.

“I’m kidding. We can do it again. You know where to find me.”

You smile against him, your eyes shutting. Sleep overtakes you, the feeling of success spreading throughout your body.

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faetreides · 4 months

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coriolanus snow in a possible fic where he kills reader but loses his mind and has dr. gaul bring them back… like death not even being enough to escape him but also just him being like “nuh uh 👆” at your literal dead body:

ALSO, modern!coryo: (he just wants to be close 😍🥰😽)

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anantaru · 2 years

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎 — 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

✦ kinktober day 20 — spanking feat. albedo : heizou : pantalone : scaramouche x fem! reader | kinktober masterlist.

✦ warnings: nsfw : spanking / light impact play : !!! both parties are consenting !!! : sprinkle of possessiveness

✦ 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎

your stomach was rolling from nervousness as albedo had you draped on his lap, your face hidden in a pillow as he started to lightly trace slow circles on your shuddering flesh before landing a soft blow on your skin. You let out a startled moan, it was barely a slap, he was obviously testing the waters on how far he could go with you.

"was that alright?" his tone was almost concerning, kneading the pulsating flesh of your ass, his warm hand eliciting goosebumps on your skin, "please more." you're impatient, wiggling your behind around with albedo suddenly holding you down again. He was rubbing his hand teasingly over your ass before an open palm struck you again, this time a bit harder, still light but you could feel the added pressure on it.

"fuck." you're whining out, the wetness in between your legs pooling out and staining your panties as you hopelessly muffled your moans. Albedo let out a breathy chuckle at your responses, adoring and somehow surprised how his precious little angel could be such a desperate little devil whenever they so desired. Your toes curled as your legs trembled at another smack, the faint pleasurable pain fading away after feeling albedo's warm hand on your prickling skin again, crying out his name. Maybe you were actually capable of climaxing like that, untouched, his mind sending him spiraling into a desire to proof his little thought.

✦ 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔

you could hear the unmistakably fleshy sounds thrumming beneath your higher pitched moans, heizou's hands tangling into your soft ass while rutting his cock into your sobbing pussy. He knew very well you adored it whenever he'd be rough with you, whenever he'd claim you like that. He suddenly brought one of his arms around your neck to pull you against his chest as he continued to pound your walls from behind.

you cried out whiningly at his free hand smacking your behind, this time a bit harder which caused you to buck your ass against his throbbing cock, his pace now increasing a tenfold as you threw your head back, resting it in the crook of his neck. "fuck, you're so dirty." his smirk was wide, the playful tone in his voice loud and clear as he kneaded the beating flesh before landing another slap on it. His pace was relentless now, the overwhelming pleasure heizou would let you experience had you seeing stars as you gradually succumbed to the desire to be his little fucktoy, used and claimed by him.

your essence was coating his shaft as he watched you squirm against his hold. The way his thick length would drag over your delicate walls made you almost forget the pain on the flesh of your ass, only getting snapped back to reality once feeling another smack. This one being the reason which brought you to your climax, the overstimulation making you shiver as you finally came while still being full of his cock and if it wasn't for heizou who held your body tight to his, you probably would've collapsed forward into the mattress.

✦ 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄

you felt pantalone's fingers rub against your clothed cunt that was merely covered by your tiny panties, straddling his lap before his digits pressed into your clit, causing you to moan out and tossing your head back at the feeling. His slender fingers were grazing over your folds before moving towards your ass, kneading the flesh, giving it a light smack.

you cried out as he shoot you a deathly stare, "you better keep quiet." scolding you, voice deep as he gave you, yet another smack. You bit down on your lower lip to prevent yourself from moaning out. Pantalone grabbed a hold of your hips, pulling them down to his throbbing cock before rubbing you back and forth his groin. The hardness in his pants was unbearable to him, your arms tightly wrapped around his neck.

his open palm struck you again, in comparison to the other smacks on your ass, this one was particularly hard. You were arching your back at the pain, whining out from ecstasy as the pleasure took over your whole mind. "who would've thought you could be so dirty." a big smirk on his face which you desperately wanted to wipe off his face yet even though you would despise pantalone from time to time, the way he'd always made you feel was somehow making you forget everything around yourself.

✦ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄

"I can't hear you, you know." scaramouche pushed his finger past your hole, deeper, you wanted him deeper, before he added another one to help stretch you out more. You whinced out, the slight burn of the added digit only added to the arousal in between your legs, your wet core glistering with slick.

"you're always so messy." he exclaimed annoyingly, clicking his tongue, though in reality he adored it whenever your body showed the way he made you feel. Don't get him wrong, scaramouche loved hearing you moan, but there's something different about seeing the lewd reactions of your body from merely his fingers splitting you open. Before you could moan his name, he abruptly pulled his fingers away, gazes meeting one another. Your eyes were blurry, filled with tears when he pranced his fingers over your shivering skin before haltering his movements on your thigh.

he glanced up at you with an intriguing smile before lightly tapping your skin. "do you want it?" he's musing, your fingers moving towards his dark locks—which hid his beautiful features, to push them away from his face, nodding frantically. What started as a few taps here and there, now developed into semi hard smacks of his palm onto your skin. He was so close to your sobbing pussy, your hole fluttering around nothing and wanting his fingers again as scaramouche watched you through half lidded eyes. "fuck." he's cursing, "you're so fucked up, I love it." his self satisfied smirk was big, biting down on his lower lip as he continued his play.

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princessbrunette · 4 months

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hehe imaging retired frat boy rafe getting mad at reader because she expressed the tiniest bit of curiosity at doing coke and ofc he’s been down that rabbit hole and shuts her down. and maybe he was alr having a stressful day and she keeps pushing it so he just grabs her jaw and is like “i dont ever wanna hear u say that shit again.” and hes staring at her with his signature crazy-eyed look, maybe lovetaps her cheek once or twice 😝 i need to be institutionalized

you’d be going through his chest of drawers looking for something whilst he’s standing in the centre of the room on his phone, typing away absentmindedly. you’re digging around, muttering about how you left your eyelash glue somewhere around here — when suddenly your fingers wrap around a straw and pull it out. you giggle, looking at it, and rafe looks up.

“why do you have a random straw in your chest of drawers?” you hum, setting it on the top. he’s glancing between his screen and you, distracted as he types.

“uh, it’s old. from when i used to do a shit ton of coke.”

“hm. i’ll keep that… just in case.” you’re mostly teasing, but slide it aside with your manicured fingers anyway. he glances up again, eye twitching a little in confusion.

“incase of what, exactly? i told you, i dont do that shit anymore. fucks you up.” he pockets his phone, strolling over and tossing the straw into the small bin beside the chest.

you pout, turning away a little. “for me… i’ve never tried it… maybe i wanna experience—”

“hey— hey.” he grabs you, turning you to face him, bending a little at the waist to look into your eyes. “dont you ever fuckin’ say that shit to me again, alright? you are not to touch any drug— okay?” you stare up at him, shocked out of your bubbly mood. “okay?” he repeats louder when you don’t respond.

“y’not the boss of me.” you sulk, and as quick as the words left you, he smacks you. not too hard, but enough to bring tears to your eyes. he pinches your jaw to pull your gaze back to him between his fingers, glancing at the open door as he shuffles even closer, closing in on you before staring deadset into your big watery eyes.

“no? m’not the boss of you?” he gives your cheek another tap this time. lighter, but makes you whine out a pathetic ‘ow rafe!’ all the same. “whos the boss of you then, hm? no go ahead, who?”

“s’you… i’m sorry.” your lip wobbles, two tears simultaneously falling from both eyes. he nods, satisfied and swipes your tears away with his thumbs, cupping your cheeks. rafe brings his lips to your forehead, keeping them there for a moment as he exhales.

“alright. good girl. i just— i can’t have you doin’ that, okay? you… you worried me.”

#anon #rafe cameron prompt #tw impact play

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hanasnx · 4 months

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vehemently day dreaming about jason slapping me in the face bc i asked him to and then also making fun of me for liking it

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: f!reader | severe impact play: face/pussy smacking. kicking mention | sexual content | degradation | mild dacryphilia.

“What’s the matter with you? You like this shit?” JASON TODD punctuates the verbal jab with another sharp slap to your already hot and colored cheek. He promptly brings you back to face him by his hand fisting the locks at the top of your head, “Huh? You like it?” his deep voice taunts you, giving you another swat to your other cheek and you squeeze your eyes shut. Obedient for him, forced into some form of subspace, you’re knelt in front of him, letting him abuse you. “You’re fucked up, you know that? ‘This what gets you horny?” Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, and you sniff, nodding without being able to look at him. “Get up. Show me that cunt.”

Punctually, you stand, and his release on your hair washes over a sense of relief down your scalp. His expectant and smug gaze on you guides you to the conclusion of what he wants, so you snatch his wrist to invite him to the space between your legs. Thick fingers clumsily stroke at your puffy folds, sticky with arousal and achy from want. His minor stoop to reach your sex brings his face that much closer to yours, and his pinch on your chin alerts you as to his desire for your eye contact. “Fucking freak. What’s next? Should I throw you on the ground and kick you or something? Bet you’d cum all over the fucking floor.” he says through a wolfish grin, glancing from your lips to your eyes. You shake your head hastily, unable to form coherent sentences, just minor whimperings. “Ah, what about something like this?” A sharp tap to your exposed pussy jolts you, and you hold onto him as your features skew. “Huh? What about that? You like your little pussy smacked too?” You nod again, your expression twisting into near anguish over how liquid desire practically pours out of you. You can’t help it, you go crazy for when he’s mean. A resounding pulse travels through your core from your clit as he taps again, a little harder this time. A small glimmer of disbelief is in his eyes. “Jesus, baby, lay down. I’ll give it to you good.”

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ayekittyk4t · 1 year

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i got a box you can put all your lies in | till dawn (here comes the sun)

♱ Desc: Your Ex-Boyfriends father asks why you two broke up. When you give in and tell him, he shows you what you’d been missing all along.

♱ Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x AFAB! Reader

♱ Content: Smut…

♱ Content Warning: Unestablished Relationships, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Age gap, Degradation, No Prep, Slapping (Face, Ass), Chokehold (bc it’s toji duh), Fingers Sucking, Names (Sweetheart, slut, whore), might be more just lmk

♱ Word Count: 3423

a/n wrote this on a whim like most of my fics. but i love toji sm but i realized i only have one fic of him. this is also me kinda manifesting this irl ;) playing playing. but this is so basic,bc there’s so many tojixreaders like this but reader is always sad. so i made her not emo here 💅🏻

“So you broke my son's heart.”

Mr Fushiguro spoke in a hoarse voice standing with the door to his home halfway open. The rain is pouring outside, and you're soaked from your feet up after walking from your car to the front steps of your now Ex- Boyfriend’s home. Cold droplets of water drip off your skin and dampen your clothes, you’re shivering from the wetness.

The comment took you by surprise. It was somewhat true. Mostly true. However, to be told this by your Ex’s father wasn’t really ideal.

“I-I don’t think so.” You choke on your own tongue, not sure of how to respond to such a comment.

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, and a faint smirk displays itself on Mr Fushiguros scared lips. He licks them, and puffs his chest out, running his hand through his dark locks.

“Don’t worry about it, Sweetheart.” He addressed you by a nickname that’s never slipped off his tongue. Or if it has, you didn’t recall the moment. “I’ll get you stuff. That’s what you're here for, right?” The door opens wider, and he’s moved waiting for you to enter.

“Mr Fushiguro, I can wait outside. It’s ok.”

“You want to wait in the rain?”

He looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed and tilts his head forward to you. Mr Fushuguro towers over you as he takes a step to size you up and down. You’re wearing a now see through long sleeve with no sweater.

“Yes.”

“No, come in, you're soaked.” He waves his hand, and as docile as you are, you listen and take a step into the Fushiguro home.

It was strange walking into a home you know you were no longer welcome into with open arms. You hadn’t come in a few weeks after your break up with Megumi. Of course, it smelt the same, looked the same, and provided you with that warmth you always liked so much of your Ex-Boyfriend’s household.

It smelt of musky sandalwood and firewood, and the occasional intoxicating booze. The lighting was low, always making you sleepy, and it was furnished so minimally.

“Take a seat, I’ll go grab your things.” The heavy front door shuts, and the locks on the door click loudly. You take a seat into the plush dark brown leather couch, and watch as Mr Fushiguro disappears from your view walking into a dark hallway.

Turning, you face the burning fire and slide yourself off the couch to get closer to the warmth. You wipe the droplets of water off with your sleeve and push the wet hair off your face, trying to make yourself presentable in the slightest.

“You know,” Mr Fushiguros booming from the hallway shakes you. Then he begins, this time lowering his voice a bit, “He had so much of your stuff.”

You find yourself stuck looking at the sight of the fire. The burning embers, orange and red flames striking high and the crack of wood. After a few seconds, you turn back to find Mr Fushiguro standing over you with a box full of your belongings.

He looks down upon you, kneeling and looking up at him like a lost puppy. Mouth agape, eyes big and lashes fluttering.

“So why’d it end?” He breaks the silence, walking away from you to take a seat on his couch. He placed the box in his lap and ran his fingers along the pages of a book you let your boyfriend borrow.

“Um,” You pause. This wasn’t a appropriate discussion to have with your Ex-Boyfriend’s dad, you thought. “We mutually agreed to it.”

Mr Fushiguro snorted, spreading his legs wider and leaning into the couch more.

“Bullshit.” He looks you into your eyes. They're a dark, enticing green. You’ve never seen a color like them before.

“E-excuse me?”

“I said that’s bullshit.” You blink hard from his comment. Ripping your eyes away from his. What was he saying? Why was he saying such things? This is the most he’s interacted with you, ever, and just now he becomes an entirely different person.

He moved the box off his lap, taking a hold of the book. It was then you noticed how tight his black long sleeve was and how nice and fitted his gray sweatpants were on the swell…

God, what were you thinking?

Mr Fushiguro skims through a few pages of the book, inhaling a whiff of that new book smell. Then, he reaches into the box and looks at all your belongings.

“You’ve got some real personal stuff in here, Kid.”

“Hey!” You straighten from your slouch and scramble up, “Can I have my box now please?”

He looks at you still one your knees, pulling the box closer to his chest, “Tell me the truth, then I will give the box to you.” His tone is stern and his voice is strong.

“I already told you the truth, Mr Fushiguro.”

“Toji.”

“What?” You asked.

“Call me Toji. You keep calling me Mr Fushiguro.” He says, mocking your whiny voice.

“I already told you the truth, Toji.” This time you address him by Toji, and say his name with venom on your tongue. You were becoming irritated by Tojis childish antics.

“Mm, no, I don’t believe you did.” He looks into your eyes and squints, shaking his head lightly before digging back into the box.

“Woah, how obscene.” He mumbles under his breath, just enough for you to hear. And he flips it towards you, showing the a polaroid in his hand, and you find your naked breasts on full display.

“Toji, no-”

“All you have to do is tell me the truth.” He looks back towards you, wide grin on his face.

“I said it was mutual.” You protest, not noticing how you crawled closer to him.

“Huh, guess I’ll keep looking then.”

“No!” You shout, “I’ll tell you, Toji! Just please stop looking.” You beg, looking up to him with frustration and eyes watering.

“H-He,” You begin, leaning away from Toji, “He didn’t please me sexually.”

You look away from him, and down into your lap. Nervously, you play with your fingers. Cracking them and rubbing the center of your palm with your thumb. Just doing anything but looking into his eyes.

The room is quiet, except for the sound of the crackling fire and heavy raindrops on the window.

“Why is that?” Toji asks, this time his voice is much softer.

It wasn’t right to go into detail. This was your Ex-Boyfriends father for Christ's sake. Though, it all had just felt right to do so at the moment.

“I wanted him to be more aggressive.” You begin, lifting your head to look at him, “He treated me like a delicate little fawn. Like I was going to break even if he pinched me, pushed me, added more pressure.”

The tone of your voice changed from a struggling whine to complete annoyance.

“And I’m not some porcelain doll, I’m human.” In seconds you're already throwing your hands up, “And at first, I thought it was because he was shy and quiet, then maybe he’d eventually open up to me. But that time never came, Toji. I waited so long for it, and still, everything was so gentle with him.”

When you laid your eyes back into Tojis eyes, his face was straight. He has no emotions displayed.

“So you’re a pain slut?”

“Toji!”

“Am I wrong?” He questions you, tilting his head to the side and bringing himself down to you. He watches as you try to collect yourself. You’re in shock, but he noticed the tinge of redness on your cheekbones.

“You like it rough? You like to be hit? You like to be hurt?” He says the last words with so much bitterness, his breath fanning over your face from how close he was. No matter how much you tried to look away, to pull yourself away, you just couldn’t.

“You’re a fucking masochist.”

You don’t know what it was, but it seemed like that word may have been it. That nine letter and three syllable word. Masochist. And you fucking lost it.

You pull him in, arms around his neck and kiss him hard. At first you, he doesn’t reciprocate the favor, but then, his lips meet yours in a similar aggressiveness. You’re pulling him foward, devouring the taste of his mouth.

Soon, he follows your movements, meeting you on the floor. His arms wrap around your body. So big and strong that he lifts you, and slams you onto the floor. Your head barely misses the chimney, and back aching from the strength.

He rips away from your lips, kneeling in his knees to look at you on the floor. The orange glow of the fire reflects of your face, and your chest rises and falls intensely. His hands meet at your waist, squeezing and pulling.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He pushes your damp shirt up, exposing your belly, “You’re no delicate doll now.”

Tojis lips are on yours again, harsh and hot with fervor. He between your legs now, your knees spread wide and his body. You try to mimic his movements but he’s just too strong for you. Panting, you open your mouth, and turn your head away, Toji uses the moment to trail kisses from you jaw to your neck. His hot tongue traces small circles on your skin. Looking down, you catch his dark green orbs on yours. He flashes you a smile, then bites down on your skin.

You moan, throwing your head back and arching your back to Toji. Your hands wrap around his neck and pull him closer. Once you open your eyes, you catch a glance of a family portrait. Guilt seeping into your skin at the sight.

“I don’t think,” He’s moved lower to your collarbone, and bites down again, “Fuck, I don’t think this a good idea.”

He doesn’t stop his movements, only getting closer and closer to your cleavage. Toji looks into your eyes, then looks in your directions.

“You now realize it when I’m about to put my mouth on your tits?” He questions you.

The picture was a portrait of the two when Megumi was just and little boy and Toji a young man. You cant look away, your eyes glued to it.

“Look at me,” Tojis rough hand meets your jaw harshly, squeezing your cheeks and pulling you away to look at him, “What do you want?”

Time seems to stop when he asks you the question. What did you want? It didn’t take a lot of time for you to come to a conclusion of what you wanted. You wanted him. In you, around you, on you. You wanted Toji.

“Fuck me, Toji.” You softly say, “I want you to fuck me hard. Don’t worry about hurting me, just do it.”

He doesn’t waste time, ripping your clothes off in swift movements. And in a few moments you're laid naked in front him and his hands trails and the plains of skin all across your body. You ache for more, gyrating your hips in the slightest to gain some relief.

“Shit, you’re really fucking horny for it aren’t you?” His hand reaches the hem of your panties, playing with the small little rose of the center of them. Rapidly, he pinches the hem between his thumb and pointer and yanks them off. You hear a tear, instinctively your hands reach out to his, falling from your reach as he pulls your panties down your legs.

An intense throbbing from your cunt sends your entire body into a fierce shake. It was so apparent, that Toji took it upon himself to reach out two of fingers down towards your cunt. He rubs them along slick cunt and collects the unbelievable amount of juices you’ve leaked onto him by such a simple movement.

“Yea, so fuckin’ wet.”

You reach down, trying to get your dainty fingers on your clit to increase the pleasure but he’s fast. He catches you, and pins both your hands above your head with just one of his.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, Slut?” His voice is nasty, and his name to address you is so vulgar. His displeasemenf with your actions drips off his tone and his face.

“You said you wanted it rough. And I’ll give you exactly that if that slutty cunt of yours can't wait.”

Fear seeps in your gut. You should stop. Megumi could home any second, catch you two in the act and not only hate you, but his own father. It wasn’t right, it was so wrong. You didn’t need anyone to tell you that except your own conscience. But, oh, how good did everything that was wrong feel so blissful. Though, not only the fear of being caught make your stomach churn, but also the capability of the man above you.

The capability of the man who was now reaching into his sweats and stroking his throbbing cock. Pulling the length out, and your eyes widen at the sight. The thick, veiny and big. The tip of it is angry, burning red, exposing you to how much he wanted to do this too.

Your wrists hurt from the heavy weight being put on them, pushing and squeezing, keeping you put. You try to wiggle them free, but it was no use. You just wanted to touch him, feel him. You bet he felt so good.

“Hey, look at me.” Toji nudges your face hard.

You look into his eyes, and somehow they darkened.

“Watch it stretch you out.”

So you do.

You watch as the thick head of his cock, teases your clit, rubbing and mixing his precum along your slick. Toji does a good job of containing everything, as you twitched at the acting and whimpered.

“Feels so good.”

“I bet it fuckin’ does.” He thrusts in without a warning. You scream, tense and squeezing him so tight. Arching you back, you try your best to calm yourself. Breath, relax, accept the hurt.

He pushed his full length into your tight cunt, and tries to deepen himself in you as much as he could. Spreading your legs wide with his free hand, he watches how furrowed your eyebrows were and how you bite your lip, then pulls out and does the same.

Toji fucks you hard. Mumbling obscenities and pulling the full length of his cock out your cunt, just to shove it back in. He fills you with that pleasurable pain with each and everyone of his thrusts.

It makes you loose your mind. You become lost in the pleasure, closing your eyes and throwing your head back. Putting on a show for him. Showing him how beautiful you can be with his cock fucking into your nice and rough.

He's restless, animalistic, pushing you up against the carpet with each thrust, and it scratches your bare body. Large huffs of air vibrate in his chest and fall past his scarred lips as groans.

“Look at me.” He growls and demands you. And despite how scary he sounded, you just couldn’t. The pit of shame in your belly grew and everything felt so good, looking him in his eyes would just worsen the feeling and make you cum too fast.

Toji didn’t like your disobedience though.

“Listen to me, Whore.” He slaps you, your eyes shooting open and moaning the loudest you ever have in your life. Below him, you twitch, and he feels you squeeze around his cock.

“Ah, fuck, you like that, huh?”

“Mhm,” You gyrate your hips to intensify your pleasure.

“Yes or no.” He punctuates each word with harsh thrusts.

“Yes, I fucking love it.”

And in one swift movement, Toji rips himself out of you to flip you over. Your legs are weak, not allowing you to hold yourself up straight so quickly. Toji has no pantience, using his own strenght to wrap his arms around your waist and lift your ass up to him.

“Yea, you like that?” He slaps your ass, watching the fat jiggle and squeezes. You jolt, arching your back from the sting and trying to gain balance on your hands, but Toji pushes you back down, You rest your head on your forearm, nails digging into the stone fireplace.

He spreads your asscheeks to watch your cunt clench around nothing, then without a warning, he shoves himself back in. You moan a long Fuck, the vertebrae down the collin of your spine protrude at the arch of your back.

The obscenities just roll of his tongue so casually and he fucks you so good you almost forget he was your Exs dad. You almost forget how old he is. You almost forget you can so easily get caught in the act.

Your elbows rub against the carpet, getting scraped and hot from the aggressiveness of Tojis hips flushed against your ass. You can't help yourself, pushing your ass back to meet his movements and feeling deeper inside you.

“Oh, you feel so good. Squeezing me nice and tight.” He laughs wickedly, one hand squeezing your hip, piercing your skin with his blunt fingernails. You feel his other hand snake down your back, and grab some hair from the scalp and pull.

You bareback meets his clothed chest, hands rambling for a hold to balance yourself. You latch into his shirt behind you, gripping it and stretching the material with your grasp.

Toji picks a leg up, and fucks into you. He pulls your head into the crook of his neck, and you feel his heavy breath all over your face. He smelled so good. Like fig and booze. It was intoxicating, making you ache all over.

You press your lips together, holding in your moan, humming in bliss instead. But he wants you out loud, it motivates him. He nudges your cheek with two fingers, but when that doesn’t work, he lays a hard slap on your face and your mouth drops open in a moan.

“Suck.” Two fingers dig into you mouth, you instinctively gag. Toji feels your cunt tighten around him again. He rubs your tongue, and you wrap your lips around two thick fingers. Tasting what you believed to be the flavor of whiskey left on his skin. He pulls them out, watches the drool spill out your lips, and drop onto the floor.

His thrusts haven’t stopped, he keeps going. His cock hitting the deepest places in your body, pushing you closer and closer to an orgasm. You feel his finger trail down your navel, onto your cunt and rubs your clit. To that, you tug his shirt and pull him closer to your back.

Just when you thought you couldn’t feel better, when you thought you’d finally reached the peak of your pleasure. Toji wraps his arm around your neck, and places you in a choke hold. The sudden constriction on your neck was absolutely delightful.

You two drop down, his body tight against yours while you did your best to not fall over. He keeps ahold on your neck, making your wheeze and listen to his animalistic grunts. His cock hits your cervix, and your orgasm begins to build up faster.

“Toji, Im gonna-” You say through wheezing breaths, trying your best to speak.

“I know.” His voice is hoarse and addicting.

It hits you hard, and your squeezing around him in moments. Gushing, moaning, rutting. You didn’t know you could turn into this type of person, this side of you was foreign.

“Fuckin’ hell, you dirty, dirty, girl.”

Toji isn’t far back either, his cock pulsing inside your sensitive walls. He’s loud. He’s saying so much, but your come down was so intense, you couldn’t dechipher his words.

“Mm, fuck.” Toji pulls out, hot, white cum spilling on your ass. Your cunt squeezing and the feeling of it dripping down.

This was a feeling you’d never forget. A feeling you’d want to relive every single day. One you’d become so easily addicted to, and not ever recover from it. You fear what would come of this experience. Your cravings and desires will just increase from now on. Your craving and desires for Toji will never disappear.

There was a thought they’d follow you forever. Haunt you, chase you down and eat you alive. You wouldn’t fight it. You wouldn’t even go as much as to try to. Because it felt so fucking good.

“Rough feels so good, doesn’t it?”

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bakubunny · 4 months

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you asked about izu- but what about katsuki. does he like maintenance spankings? or do you think he’s just a punish when applicable kinda guy. specifically dilf katsu. is he a bare hand or does he have implements he favors👁️👁️

i immediately got warm ffs

maybe it’s my own biases 🫣 but

i think katsuki’s not opposed to maintenance if he can see that they yield results of your behavior staying in check, but the second you start acting out to get a spanking, he’s picking a different punishment and not a fun one. like kneeling on rice, writing lines, sitting in a corner, etc. and he can almost always tell the difference after you try it just once.

but personallyyyyy, i think he’s more about spankings or impact play if he knows you enjoy it and get a lot out of it. if you want it, just ask nicely and he’ll gladly accommodate if you give him a kiss (or five).

in general but esp. dilf kats: he’s much more inclined to take you over his knee and spank rather than go for impact play. he prefers the intimacy and feel of bare handed stuff by far, but he’ll learn how to do impact play safely and invest in toys if that’s something you truly want. plus, implements help a lot for extended play.

when katsuki’s really mean or punishing, he’s a paddler. 😵‍💫 he prefers nice wooden paddles that can be used for otk play & punishments, but he has a select number of paddles of different sizes, types, etc., and he’s turned a household item into a paddle more than once in a pinch.

outside of that he might have a couple of floggers if he knows you like them, but what he keeps is more based on the interest of his partner bc, at least with this specific thing, it’s more for you than him. and he doesn’t mind that one bit.

#not you feeding into my masochism #this was more than you asked for but here we are #bakugou smut #smut hcs #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katuski #bakugou x reader #x reader #tw kink #tw impact play #f!reader #bakubunny #asks

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batterygarden · 1 year

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asking denji to hit you in bed

cw: MINORS DNI f!reader, aged up characters, hitting, kinda dom Denji, he’s trying to be mean bc you ask him to be!! But he’s a sweetie pie at heart 💔, you collapse in doggy, denji’s rlly strong like he lifts you a bit, choking, creampie, 2.3k words

THANK YOU @akicore for sweet and helpful beta reading !

m.list & prev denji smut: study session

Bdsm is no foreign concept to Denji. He’s seen all kinds of porn, just, hitting has never really been in his arsenal of kinks. He’s certainly never tried it—no girl has ever asked. Then again, no girl has ever sat him down to talk about their interests before sex, period. You are by all means a first. That’s why, when you finally do let him know that you want him to get a little rough in the bedroom, Denji is completely dumbfounded.

“Try hitting… you?”

“Yeah! I’d be super into that! Or even choking.”

“Dunno if I…” Denji trailed off as he processed your words. “Even choking??”

You’d buried your face in his shoulder.

“Only if you’re comfortable. And I promise I’d tell you if it was too much! Please can we just try…?”

Next thing you know, Denji’s body is hovering over yours, tugging down a bra strap while you catch your breath from his sloppy kisses. You’re hot all over, you’ve been aching for his dick all day and you’re ready to start begging for it if you have to. But then you get an idea… maybe if I get kinda bratty instead of begging, It’ll make Denji smack me.

“Hurry, Denji!! Get this thing off me. You’re taking too long!”

He furrows his brows and starts undressing you with haste, ripping your familiar front-clasp open then grabbing your tits in his rough palms. He’s just doing what I say instead of—your thoughts are cut off when his lips find your cleavage, kissing hungrily before laying his tongue flat on your skin and dragging his way to your nipple.

“Ngh. Denji-“ You thread your fingers through his hair when he starts sucking your nipple exactly how you like.

You try getting mean again, hoping he’ll put you in your place, this time tugging his hair hard.

He only whines and moves to your other nipple, trailing one hand down your tummy.

“Denji,” you pant, “you can be… less sweet.”

Oh yeah. This finally reminds him of your conversation–you’d asked him to get rough.

So he rips himself from your chest and tries to solidify his resolve, grabbing your wrists and slamming them onto the mattress by your head. He tries to look tough.

“You were… you were pullin’ my hair too hard just now.”

You beam up at him, looking all giddy. Denji’s heart squeezes, she’s really into this.

He releases one of your wrists and smacks one of your tits, light and quick like he’s getting it over with.

Your mouth falls open at the little slap sound—it didn’t hurt one bit. You let out a giggle at his restraint and Denji bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from giggling too. Okay, this is a start, you tell yourself.

You wiggle the hand that’s still being held down, pretending to struggle.

“M’really sorry, Denji! Won’t happen again— I got too excited!”

He starts to smile for a second before catching himself and putting on a mean face. “Yeah, it better not!”

He releases your other wrist to grab your breasts again, this time more forcefully. You whine as he pinches one of your nipples, letting himself get rough. Then he’s quickly moving his hands down, pulling your underwear, but you keep squirming. Denji frowns at you and pinches your thigh. “Stop movin’.”

You give in to the theatrics, crying out “Ohh I’m so sorry Denji. So sorry, sir!”

Denji smirks. He kinda digs the ‘sir’ thing. Maybe this whole dom business isn’t so hard. He successfully tugs your panties off and slides his fingers through your folds, spacing out when he realizes how soaked you are.

“I’ve needed you so bad, sir.”

“Can tell,” Denji mumbles. “S’messy.” He brings his dripping fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. Then he’s struggling to keep his composure—he wants to be a stone cold dom for you, he really does! But the taste of you on his tongue makes him feel like he needs to worship instead of exploit.

You pout at him, “Want you to fill me up please!”

Denji has to remind himself not to immediately give in. He brings his lips next to yours, pulling away a bit when you try and kiss him.

“You’re… bein’ needy.”

He kneads your hip while he talks, grinding his boxer-clad length against you. He feels like a hypocrite; he’d usually fold right away at your words.

“But I really do need you, Denji.”

Then Denji’s lips are meeting yours again, almost biting as his thrusts turn more desperate. You can’t help but move your hips upwards to meet his clothed strokes.

“Nuh-uh,” Denji grunts, forcing himself to stop, a new idea forming.

Suddenly he’s flipping you onto your stomach, giving you no time to adjust before he’s lifting your hips up so you’re on your hands and knees, molding your body into a position of his liking.

He holds his breath and smacks your ass a little harder than earlier—of course you moan. He exhales in relief at your reaction, smiling a dimpled grin that you can’t see. Maybe this is a form of worship too.

He hasn’t prepped you one bit, something he’s usually pretty meticulous about, but in the spirit of being rough and trying new things, he figures it’s okay to try forcing himself in without the usual routine. So while he sits on his knees behind you, he tugs down his boxers with one hand and reaches with his other to slide his fingers through you again, rubbing your juices up to your clit and circling it slowly. He loves the sticky sounds it makes when he touches you, he loves the way you arch your back and lean into him—it makes his already painfully hard cock twitch in his palm.

So he’s rushed when he moves his middle finger to your hole, inserting it to no resistance and curling it inside you—quickly adding his ring finger and then his pointer in an attempt to stretch you out quickly.

You start rocking backwards. You’re so turned on—you feel safe and relieved to have Denji taking control for you—and you’re certain it wouldn’t take long for you to come like this. But Denji has other ideas.

“Not yet.” He pulls his fingers out and delivers a harsh blow to your ass, his movements becoming more confident. You yelp and look back at him with a pout that makes his heart race.

“Could feel you trying to come already ‘nd you’re not allowed.” Denji announces, squeezing your ass where he hit you while his other hand lines himself up with your entrance. Then he adds, “Not till you’re around my cock.”

He feels kinda silly, pretending to be all rude for you, but he can also admit that there is something sexy about making you submit to him. It’s like a power trip, but it’s made so much better because you want his control, you’re turned on by it.

So, in a mean dom fashion, once he works the tip in, Denji goes full throttle and slams himself right to the hilt. You have to bite back a scream, always forgetting how big he is till he’s threatening to tear you in half from the inside—especially since he didn’t take his time working himself in like usual.

“Fuck are you okay?” Denji’s hands frantically rub your hips, trying to soothe you but not sure how.

You want to tell him you’re more than okay, to reassure him that you liked the painful stretch, but all you can manage is a weak mhm and a backwards roll of your hips. “Please don’t stop!”

Whatever hesitation Denji may have felt is wiped away at those words–Denji begins moving at a ruthless pace. The way you’re squeezing and twitching around him is brain-melting—it makes him feel hot all over. It makes him feel like anywhere but deep inside your pussy is the wrong place to be.

He’s the one needy for you now—not that he wasn’t before—but now he can’t hold back. It’s a relief that you don’t want him to. He finds himself forgetting the whole dom-sub dynamics, only focused on burying himself inside you and getting both of you off. So he falls forward a bit, dragging his wet mouth on your back with an arm around your tummy while you writhe beneath him.

Soon he’s thrusting so hard your legs turn to jelly, then you're toppling forward, collapsing from your delicate balance on all fours. Your face smushes into the mattress so hard it hurts before you turn your head, gasping for air. Luckily, Denji catches your hips before they fall forward too.

“S-sorry,” he pants, “can’t… I can’t stop though.”

He’s being completely genuine when he says this, everytime he pulls out your pussy seems to suck him back in, he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.

Your responses are incoherent, but Denji thinks he hears you tell him to fuck you even harder.

Christ.

So he lifts your hips a bit more, holding your weight so he can angle deeper while you hold the mattress for stability. It feels maddening. Everything’s moving so fast—Denji hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over. He wishes you could see yourself right now, he wishes you could see the way your ass shakes with each slam of his hips, the way your skin squishes in his grip.

“Fuck you’re so hot.” He can’t help but whine. Neither of you will last.

But, as you’re climbing your high, choking on your own breath and spasming around Denji’s cock, you can’t help but think of Denji being mean again, of Denji slapping you around and taking you how he wants.

“Denji..” you try, struggling to talk with your face all smushed and your back getting blown out harder than it ever has before.

“Yeah?”

“Rough.. Like it when you’re bein’ rough..”

Denji shakes his head to clear it a bit, he’d forgotten about the dom thing again. So he moves based on instinct, grabbing you around your shoulder and neck and yanking you upwards, forcing your back into a painful arch while his big hand remains secured around your neck. He’d wanted to be closer anyway, so this is perfect. He bites his lip as your position shifts the angle of his cock inside of you and you tighten on him again, clearly into his harsh treatment.

The weight of Denji’s hand resting carefully around your throat gives you butterflies.

“Choke me, please.” you whisper, quiet enough that he couldn’t hear if you weren’t right next to his ear.

Denji furrows his brows and slows the movement of his hips a bit. This feels forbidden to him— almost taboo. But he’s so close to cumming. Somehow the thought of how wrong it is spurs him on. So then his fingers are tightening, gently applying pressure and resuming his steady strokes. You wheeze a bit and Denji’s hand is swiftly removed, holding you around your chest instead.

“Are you okay—am I hurting you?” He asks, trying not to moan as he approaches release.

“No,” you breathe, “but I wan’ you to so bad.”

Denji wrinkles his nose but moves his hand back over your throat, taking a deep breath before squeezing carefully again. When you hum in satisfaction he starts picking up the pace of his hips.

It feels like a drug, the way Denji’s gripping you. Your brain is going all fuzzy, and maybe it’s just the gentle ebbing of your air supply, but it feels exactly the way you hoped it would—like you don’t have to do a thing, like your life is in the palm of Denji’s hand where you don’t have to worry about it.

You let your weight collapse in his hold, and Denji must have been prepared for you to fall because nothing changes, he keeps fucking into you and holding you steady—he knows your orgasm is about to hit.

And his is too, as his conflicted thoughts wash away with your tightening pussy. His hand’s growing sweaty against your throat but he keeps applying pressure, trusting that you’d let him know if it was too much. The trust—that was what he liked about it. He likes that you’re passing yourself over to him, giving him the lock and key to your safety and pleasure all at once. It makes him feel good.

So when he feels you clamp down around him, twitching and choking out a moan, he’s immediately finishing with you, shooting his hot cum straight into your womb and lessening the pressure around your neck. Then he’s pulling your face towards his, planting a messy kiss on your lips which you struggle to return, while his hands rub all over you, trying to be soothing. God, he thinks you look so pretty right now, eyes lidded and lips swollen, skin dripping in perspiration. You look holy to him—fuck he can’t believe you let him choke you.

When you both finally come down from your highs, your body is on the verge of collapse, so Denji supports you with his arms while he pulls out, then he’s carefully laying you on the bed. He almost wants to laugh at how limp your body’s become, but instead he slides into boxers and runs to get a washcloth to clean you. Once you’re less sticky, Denji crawls up to snuggle into your chest while your arms wrap around him.

“So uh. How are you feelin’?” he murmurs.

You giggle and he looks up to give you a goofy smile. Your hands comb through his hair.

“I’m feeling like I really hope we can do that again.”

#Denji x reader #csm x reader #denji x you #denji/reader #denji fics #denji fanfic #chainsaw man fanfic #csm fanfic #csm fic #tw impact play #tw.impact play

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