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semisgroupie · 1 year

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oct 24th: kuroo tetsurou

kuroo tetsurou x fem. reader

wc: 3.1k

warnings: praise, degradation, cnc, unprotected sex, creampie, fear play (kinda), choking, biting, marking (bites), oral sex (f!receiving), reader is called whore and slut, public sex, exhibitionism, kuroo acts pretty creepy, mention of getting caught

synopsis: a handsome stranger approaches you in the library, his kind words and raspy voice distract you from his true intentions

The worst time of the semester finally approached, midterms.

The days where you spent hours and hours at the library, staring at your books until your eyes were crossed, writing down important notes until your hand was sore, sitting hunched over in an uncomfortable seat until you took a breather. You hated it but you had to do it, just for the hope of receiving an A.

You have been sitting in the library for about 3 ½ hours, it was getting later and later but luckily for you, your university had the policy of keeping the library open for 24 hours during midterms and finals. You sat near the archives section of the library, it’s on the top floor of the library and towards the back, somewhere where you would be completely isolated. You were seated in a comfy chair that you stole from one of the private study rooms that weren’t occupied yet and your study materials were scattered messily in front of you..

It was only you on this floor, or so you thought.

You didn’t see anyone walk by, well you weren’t paying too much attention to your surroundings. Music blared through your headphones and the papers in front of you hindered your senses and distracted you from anything going on around you. The only thing that pulled you away was when you felt a few taps on your shoulder, you jumped at the feeling and glanced over at who it was. You started hoping that it wasn’t a librarian coming to ask you to return your chair to the room it belonged to but when you actually saw who it was your heart skipped a beat.

You were met with the most piercing golden eyes you’ve ever seen. It felt like they were piercing through your soul with just a single glance and your body started to heat up immediately with slight embarrassment, how long was he standing there? You quickly took in his other features, a messy tuft of raven hair sat on his head, besides the color of his eyes the shape was feline-like, a mix of a smirk and a smile graced his lips.

“Hi, sorry to bother you. I thought I would be the only one here but I wanted to ask if you’d mind it if I sat here. I like sitting in an isolated area when I study as well. My name is Kuroo by the way.” He stuck his hand out to you and you took it, the difference between your hands was stark. His fingers were slim, long and slender and his hands were slightly calloused and dwarfed yours.

“That’s fine, it would be nice to have some company. I’m Y/N.” You moved over to make some space for him and tried to push your papers to a neater pile. He sat down and took some of his things out while you went back to your studying. His eyes drifted along your figure, looking at the way the skirt you wore rode up with the slightest movement, how your chest rose and fell slowly due to your even breaths and the slight pout on your lips as you focused on the work in front of you.

He moved a little closer to you and leaned in close enough to let you smell the spice of his cologne. “I took this class last semester, if you need help I definitely wouldn’t mind helping a beautiful girl like you.”

Your cheeks heated up more and you offered him a small smile as you shook your head. “Thank you but I think I have a pretty good hang on this, I wouldn’t want to distract you from your studying anyways.” He chuckled and wrapped an arm around the back of your chair.

“Beautiful and intelligent, I’m looking forward to seeing what else you have in store for me.” You felt your cheeks heat up even more as you turned back to your work, trying your best to focus on what was in front of you. But it was proving to be more and more difficult as you felt him move closer, his hand that was on the back of your chair moved down near your leg. You crossed them to try to create some distance from his hand and to try to be inconspicuous with it, you didn’t know what he would be like when he was upset and you didn’t want to deal with that.

You just wanted to finish studying and go home without a problem.

Kuroo kept moving closer until his fingers gently grazed the soft, supple skin of your thigh. A breath hitched in your throat but you tried to remain focused. Now wasn’t the time for flirting or anything more, you had your studies to focus on. “You’re so soft too and smell delicious, I could just eat you right up.” You offered him a small smile out of false gratitude and turned back to your papers.

You continued going through everything and let out a small sigh of relief when you noticed that you would need to retrieve a book. You moved your chair so you could get up and glanced over at him, “I need to go grab a book.” You don’t know why you had to explain yourself to him but you did it anyway. He nodded and offered you a smile. “Okay, don’t take too long. I’ll miss having you here with me.” He winked at you and you quickly moved away from the table to find the section where the book was at.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, what the fuck was up with that guy? Was he even there to study or was he just only there to try to find a girl to hit on? You sighed and looked through the sections to find where the book would be. You looked through the stacks and finally found where the book was located.

It was in an even more isolated section of the library, a light flickered above you and it creeped you out even more than Kuroo’s advances did. You turned on the flashlight on your phone to navigate the titles better and to your luck, the book was on the highest shelf. You scanned around to try to find a ladder or a stool but there was nothing there to help. “Fuck, now I have to climb this.” You set your phone on the stack behind you so you could see where you needed to go and made your ascent.

There’s a problem with focusing on a task. Whenever you focus on a task all other senses are numb, especially when you’ve been using all your energy to review notes for the past few hours. All your senses are focused on the task and you had no awareness of what was going on around you. If you had half a mind to think about anything else then you would’ve noticed the light taps of footsteps approaching where you were. You would’ve noticed that there was another presence behind you, watching the way your panties clung to your cunt while you climbed higher, hearing the little grunts when you tried to reach the book before losing your balance and slipping down. Right into the person you were trying to part yourself from.

Your eyes widened when you felt arms wrap around your center. “You need to be careful darling, you could’ve gotten seriously hurt if I didn’t come by.” You didn’t need to turn around to hear the voice, just from the short conversation from earlier you already knew who it was. You turned a bit in his hold and the reflection from your phone confirmed your thoughts.

“Thanks for catching me, I’ll just ask the librarian for a ladder.” You tried to move from his grip but it only tightened, like a snake wrapping around its prey, you felt like you were suffocating. “No, you can stay here and I’ll help you. I’ll do my good deed for the day but I’ll need you to do something for me.” One of his hands moved down to play with the hem of your skirt, instantly finding the zipper and began toying with it.

Your heart pounded in your chest, fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins. “What do you need me to do? Do you need help with studying? Do you want my notes for something?”

A soft chuckle hit your ears along with his warm breath, “how can you be so smart yet so naive? Can’t you already gauge what I want from you?” He pressed himself against you more so you could feel his hard on against your ass. A soft whimper left your lips as you anticipated his next words, his next move. “I thought you were going to do me a favor.” Your voice was barely above a whisper but it hit his ears just the same, he chuckled and pulled the zipper down, once it was down to his liking he traced the soft fabric of your panties.

“Seems like I must have misspoke, I should rather say an exchange than a favor. Since I am going out of my way here to help you get this book, I think you should repay me a little. I get the book for you and you let me do what I please to you, I’m not a selfish man, I’ll make sure you enjoy this too. Scout’s honor.” He licked along the shell of your ear and took a step forward, the grip he had on you made you move with him and you were pressed against the bookshelf. He moved his hand from your panties and reached up to grab the book, your eyebrows furrowed and without thinking twice you spoke about your confusion. “I didn’t tell you which book I needed.” He brought the book down and set it on the closest shelf, “you didn’t have to, I watched your unsuccessful attempt to try to reach it. You should be more aware of your surroundings, if I had a more malicious intent then you could’ve gotten seriously hurt.”

The hand that reached for the book pressed between your shoulder blades and pushed you against the bookshelf even more, “stay still for me”. Your breath caught in your throat, “what are you doing?” Your breathing labored and he leaned back to your ear, “it’s time to get my payment, don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten. So, stay still and let me do what I please.”

You remained frozen in place despite every siren ringing in your head, he moved down to his knees and pushed your skirt up so it bundled up at your hips. “I’ll keep you decent just in case we have a visitor, I can pull your skirt back into place and we can act like nothing happened.” He leaned in and bit down on the back of your thigh, sucking the flesh into his mouth before releasing it to let it snap back into place. He did the same to your other thigh and moved up higher until he was face to face with your ass. “Push your ass out, it’ll make this easier.” For some unknown reason you did as he said, he bit down on one cheek making you whimper and he pulled your panties to the side.

The sheen of your cunt glistened as the light above flickered. He let out a low groan and wrapped his arms around your legs to hold you in place as he licked along your slit, from your sensitive clit to your twitching hole. “Oh fuck.” It was a low moan that left you before he dove back in, dipping his tongue inside you while he moved his hand so he could press his thumb against your clit. You didn’t know where to put your hands, should you stabilize yourself against the shelf or should you cover your mouth? His actions made the decision for you as he switched the places of his mouth and hand, latching onto your clit and sucking harshly while his fingers dipped inside you, pumping at a fast and rough pace. Your hands instantly moved to grip the shelf in front of you, to try to hold yourself up while your legs trembled and shook. Moans of his name left your lips, a mixture of words to encourage him and words to try to get him to stop left you in gasps and moans, “Kuroo, we need to stop. We can’t do this here, we could get caught.”. “I’m not stopping and you don’t want me to stop. You’re so close and no matter how much you try to say the opposite, I can feel how your cunt clenches around my fingers. Deny me all you want with your words but your body knows better, your body is screaming for more and I’m not one to let those cries go unheard.” He dove back into your cunt, sucking your clit harder while his fingers massaged your g spot. As much as you’d hate to admit it, he was right. You were painfully on the edge of your orgasm, it danced on the tip of your tongue along with his name, it burned through your body like the pleasure that filled you. You needed to cum, you needed him to make you cum, needed the man who forced you into this predicament to give you sweet release.

“I’m cumming!” It was a high pitched moan, one that would bring attention to you if anyone was on the floor. Your body shook and trembled as your orgasm ruptured through you, his greedy mouth swallowed everything you had to offer him. Your sweet nectar, the fruit of his labor, filled his senses as he continued his ministrations. He only pulled off when you stopped clenching around his fingers, when your moans of pleasure turned into moans of sensitivity and overstimulation. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean before he stood up. You were caught up in trying to catch your breath and trying to regain some sense of stability to hear the zipper of his pants. “I’m not done yet.” His words should have been paired with a more menacing tone, it should have struck fear in you but it excited you, his words made you ache in anticipation.

One of his hands wrapped around the base of his hard cock and his other hand was placed on your hip, holding you in place as he dropped his head to spit on his cock. He stroked his cock to use his spit to lube up his cock and he pushed the bulbous head inside you. Your mouth fell open in a silent gasp and remained open as he continued pushing the rest of his cock inside you until he bottomed out. “You’re so fucking tight. Remember, we’re in a library so you need to be quiet.” He starts thrusting at a rough pace, his hips snap against yours hard and fast, you could barely process anything as pleasure floods your body. Your body trembles and your hands go back to the shelf, keeping a tight grip — well as tight as you could keep it. He drops his head on your shoulder and the hand that guided his cock inside you lifts to grip and grope your breasts through your top. Your moans and whimpers grow louder, “please don’t stop, feels so good. Your cock feels so good inside me.”

He chuckled and moved his hand up from your breasts to your throat, loosely wrapping around it and gently squeezing at the sides as he continued thrusting into you. “What happened? I thought that this wasn’t the right place to be doing this? Now you’re just begging me to keep going. Sluts like you can’t deny good cock and you can’t even be quiet. You must want to get caught, must want everyone in this fucking library to hear you get fucked.” His words did nothing but spur you on and he reveled in every delicious reaction you gave him. “Is that why you decided to go up here? Wanted someone like me to come and fuck you senseless? Who would’ve thought such a pretty and studious girl was an undercover whore?” You clenched around him even tighter, his words and the way his cock hit your g spot repeatedly had your mind spinning. “I’m gonna cum again. Please keep going, please don’t stop. I need it so badly.”

“I never planned on stopping, doll.” His thrusts grew faster and he moved his hand from your throat to push two fingers into your mouth. “You sound beautiful when you moan but you’re too loud.” You sucked on them as best as you could and he pushed them further in your mouth until you gagged. Tears pricked your eyes and his other hand moved from your hip to rub your clit rapidly. You cried out around his fingers and your pussy clenched his cock in a vice grip as your second orgasm washed over you. Your legs shook and if it wasn’t for him pressing you against the shelf then you’re sure you would have fallen. His hips continued to move on their own as he chased his orgasm. It took a few rough thrusts and he bit down on your shoulder as he filled you with cum. He pulled his fingers from your mouth and his hips stilled inside you, both of your heavy pants filled the air.

You broke the silence and turned your head to look at him, a wide, fucked out smile graced your lips. “That was amazing, fuck. I didn’t know you had that in you.” He chuckled and leaned in to press his lips softly against yours. “I didn’t know I had it in me either. You bring out the best and worst in me baby and that’s why I love you so much.” You pressed your lips against his once more while he pulled out of you and fixed you up before breaking the kiss to fix himself up.

“I love you too. I love you so much.” This little game of yours to spice up your sex life has been going on for the past few months, sometimes you were the instigator and sometimes it was him. You always enjoyed it when he was the instigator though, those were always the best times. You turned to face him completely and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Do you think we’ll be able to top that?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and shrugged, “I’m not sure but I do have some other ideas in mind. Let’s go grab our things and I could tell you about them on the way home.” You nodded and pressed your thighs together, already growing excited at the thought of what might come next.

All you knew was that you couldn’t wait for what he had in store for you.

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kingkatsuki · 1 year

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do you think your favs have any kinks they’d be a little nervous to share with you, but that you’ll embrace excitedly?

Ahhh so many!

I feel like Bakugou definitely has an undercover CNC kink. And he thinks up all these sordid fantasies where he fucks you as Dynamight. This also plays into him liking roleplay in general, and I feel like calling him Dynamight in the bedroom is the quickest way to make him putty in your hands.

I also will completely thrust my piss kink on to him, and when you tell him that you want to try he’s really fucking embarrassed about it but he’s surprised how much he likes it. Takes a lot of convincing to let you hold his dick while he pees though— he ends up getting hard when you wrap your hands around him and then he can’t do it. That’s why I love those ideas where he hurts his arms so he can’t actually pee by himself so he needs you to help him.

Bakugou is also obsessed with lactation, but actually so is Kiri— and I feel like if you were lactating either guy would offer a taste of your breast milk to the other to try, even when you’re not dating them👀

Kirishima is biggest cuck known to man, and I feel like he’d love watching someone fuck his partner. Wants to see anyone from the Bakusquad split you open on their cocks, or have Mina completely degrade him while eating you out. Probably ties into a humiliation kink tbh.

Kirishima also has a thing for feet— the moment he sees cute toes in sandals or heels, or even just a sexy pair of boots he wants you to step on him. This man won’t last five minutes if you give him a foot job— and he probably ends up seeking out some kind of niche service for it online or something.

Shindou is biggest painslut. Whips, waxplay, knife play etc. He loves the fear aspect of it, but also how pretty your skin looks marked. He’s also more than happy giving and receiving.

He also loves katoptronphilia, but whether that’s because he wants to watch himself in the mirror or watch him fuck you in the mirror I dunno👀😂

#tw:piss #tw:lactation #tw:cnc #tw:feet

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soft-edging-kittens · 2 years

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i woke up so needy this morning

Tonight I am mainly thinking about... I woke up so needy, squeezing my thighs together, gentle rocking under the covers. I opened my eyes and froze when I see my boyfriend's best mate, who was staying over, watching, an obvious bulge pushing against his shorts.

"Jake had to go to work early, but he told me to take care of anything you needed, and I think I know what you need."

I started to protest but he just put a finger to my mouth and told me to shut up, the authority in his voice just made me pause and he just laughed and pushed a couple of fingers in my mouth. He told me to continue what I was doing and I did, squeezing my thighs together, my booty circling under the sheet.

He reached down and pulled the sheet off, telling me how he'd noticed me flaunt it the previous night. I tried to deny it through the fingers but a sharp slap stopped me mid sentence, I felt the sting, the burn, the redness forming. And I felt myself blush. He just laughed again, telling me he could tell I liked it, and did it again.

On the third stroke he left his hand there, running it over my cheek as my thighs betrayed me and let him reach between my legs, pushing a couple of fingers inside, so easily, so slick.

"God you're so fucking wet. Looks like I was right about what you need."

Undoing the belt and fly, he let his shorts drop to the ground and I could see the bulge straining against his boxers until he undid the button and let it push out through the front, larger and thicker than Jake, he caught me staring, and just laughed as he told me how needy my eyes looked.

He reached behind me grabbing me roughly by the hair, and pulled my head closer towards him. My lips parted as he pushed the head of his shaft against them.

"Jake told me last night you never do this for him, well I think I need to train you."

He was right, I hadn't, but now all I could think about was having what was in front of me in my mouth, rolling my tongue around it, sucking, teasing. But I didn't get that chance. After what felt like an eternity he just pushed it in, and started fucking my mouth like any other hole.

All my thoughts of leading, of teasing, fell away as I realised I was nothing more than a fuck-toy, each thrust slightly further, but never quite enough to make me gag, my mouth wet and drooly, lubricating him. I felt him tense in my mouth before the first wave hit the back of my mouth. He pulled out, letting the rest cover my face.

I know I should feel angry but all I can think about is how I'd never previously let Jake do that to me, but now I wanted more. I start to sit up, to go clean myself, but he pushes me back down.

"Where do you think you're going? I'm not done yet."

I realise he's already hard again, or maybe it's still hard, I don't know, all I know is I'm lucky if Jake recovers inside of an hour. He laughs again at me staring, telling me I'm a slut, and walks to the end of the bed. He grabs my ankles and pulls me down, legs draped over the edge, the head of his shaft teasing my hole.

He slowly eases into me, stretching my tight hole but at the same time I'm surprised how wet I am and how much that helped. He withdraws almost all the way, before easing back in. Building up a rhythm, making sure I can take it all.

"Jake says you make him use a rubber. I think you just need to find out how good it feels to be full of cum, to have it fucked deep inside you, to be bred."

I want to protest, but I can already feel the difference, feeling the veins and ridges more, and so I just lay there and let him fuck me. No love, no attempt to please me like Jake would, just being used for his pleasure again, fucked, pounded, used. Until he cums in that hole too, deep in me, filling me.

He pulls out, looking at me as I lay there, exposed, his warm cum starting to trickle out of me, and as he laughs I realise I love it.

...

In the months that follow, I realise he did train me, I now give Jake head, and let him cum inside me. But I also appreciate the love and attention Jake gives me too. I think it's brought us closer together.

Although that doesn't stop us meeting up occasionally for extra training sessions...

(Send me a lewd and I might post it with a story added.)

#submission #sh0rtsh1tsworld #sh0rtsh1tsw0rld #tw:cnc

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till-you-scream-and-cry · 1 year

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#ethan smut #tw:cnc #ethan torchio #måneskin #my writing

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hydriotaphia · 5 months

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Casually scrolling reddit and found the most wholesome CNC advice from one bro to another

#for real #it's freaking adorable #tw:CNC #reddit

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silver-bunny-x · 2 years

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I can legit be watching some random shit and then suddenly I'm thinking about how I'm going test my Dom's authority and push him to the point that he has to edge me until I'm a ✨crying needy mess then forcefully breed me multiple times while and choking the life out of me just to remind me of my place✨🥴

#tw:cnc #daddy #babygirl #daddys brat #daddys property #daddysgirl #yes yes i know i can just ask but that's not fun!

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kingkatsuki · 2 years

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CNC with Kirishima though 😍 it would start with small scenes like maybe a break in/robbery fantasy just so Kirishima could try it cuz he was unsure about it at first. But once he realizes that he enjoys it he would get bolder, coming up with scenes and scenarios that are semi-public or just have a little bit higher risk of being caught.

God, literally imagine explaining to him what it is and him asking so many questions about it- and then him getting excited to try it with you but he’s so nervous. Accidentally uses your name multiple times, keeps asking if you’re okay even though you haven’t used the safe word.

Your first attempt is just a classic breaking and entering scenario, and after he’s surprised how much he enjoyed it. And after that imagine you’re out in the evening for a late night jog and you get caught by him, or you’re “drunk” stumbling home from a bar. He even suggests doing one while he’s in his full Red Riot outfit so it’s like Red Riot is the one defiling you😳

And Kiri specifically picks a roleplay one day where there’s a huge risk of Bakugou seeing, just because the idea of his best friend stumbling in on you both has him harder than his quirk👀

#tw:cnc #trigger:cnc #jo thirsts #Kirishima thirst #red daddy riot

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bjy-on-ao3 · 3 years

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Kinktober 2021, Day 9

As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page.)

I feel like CNC in a Reader-insert setting is a bit tricky, since generally the reader knows whatever the thought process is, or is supposed to be? But I’ve done my damndest for this, and I hope it paid off! Also, I really wasn’t sure whether you tag CNC for Rape/Non-Con Elements or not? So decided to go with ‘Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings’, along with the tag itself.

One last note as well. Idk what you’re actually supposed to refer to him by. Childe, Tartaglia, the other name? So I just went with the nickname he initially introduces himself as, since it’s easier to type out multiple times over. (If you think any additional tws are needed on this post, please comment or send me a DM and I will add them.)

Summary Sometimes things are more fun when there’s fight involved.

Tags/Warnings Combat, Consensual Non-Consent, Kinktober, Kinktober 2021, Oneshot, Prompt, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Reader-Insert, Shameless Smut, Vaginal Sex

Kinktober 2021, 09: Consensual Non-Consent (Reader x Childe/Tartaglia | Genshin Impact)

Weapons clashed with a flurry of force and motion, ripping away from one another just as quickly, only to come back again as their owners strove to outwit one another. You pushed harder into the sweep of your weapon, using it to shunt yourself back and away and allow yourself an opening to think. You glared through narrowed eyes at the man standing opposite you, a casual, smug smile alighting on his lips as if you were playing some pleasant, peaceful game.

But looks were quite deceiving, and you and Childe put your earnest strength into the contest of combat and wit. Neither held back nor gave quarter. That was the only way either of you would have it, after all. Until one of you was forced into submission or surrender, there could be no end.

Your reprieve to process your next move was brief, interrupted by your whims and Childe’s. You leaped forward again, making a low sweep with an outstretched leg in an attempt to off-balance or surprise your opponent. But he cleverly predicted your motion, dancing aside before striking back. You narrowly scrambled out of the way, the point of one end of the charged weapon slicing through nothing but adrenaline-heavy air.

Hopping back once more, eyes locked and scrutinizing one another’s every move, Childe only seemed more enthused and entertained. “Really giving your all today, hm?” he said, his voice calm, with an almost gleeful undertone clinging to it. “I’d expect nothing less.”

Like a flash of lightning, he took the role of aggressor, the latest break in the battle coming to a close as he thrust himself toward you. His weapon flashed forward again, and you hurriedly moved into a more flexible stance to weave and dodge the jabs and swings, knowing how dangerous the force behind each one was. Your efforts were triumphant, for the most part, save for one keen stroke that split a long, thin cut over the curve of your cheek.

The tacky, hot creep of blood down your cheek prompted you to strike out in return, catching him with a knee and once more using the momentum to kick away and gain breathing room. The sight of him just before you had shoved him away was one that made you suppress a shudder. A deceptively charming face looming so very close, an almost predatory enjoyment and calm coloring his features.

The dance went on that way for a while. Brief pauses and tactical retreats, followed by bursts of energy and dervishes of swipes and slams, kicks and shoves more worthy of a street fight than an honorable duel. Here and there, you each left your marks on the other, though all shallow. Scrapes and cuts and bruises came to litter cheeks and arms and knuckles, until both of you, at last, broke apart for a longer respite.

Your chest heaved, and you blew puff after hard puff of breath out your nose. Your heart thrummed in your chest like a rampaging wild beast, while electric heat set every limb and nerve alight and every little hair standing on end. The fight was wearing you both down, slowly but sure, though you knew begrudgingly Childe’s stamina was superior to your own. You needed to strike a decisive, game-changing blow soon and force him to surrender, or the victory and whatever came with it would belong to him.

Yet the thickness of the air, the almost tangible tension hanging in the atmosphere like some dark, cloying cloud was distracting. Its influence made it harder to think, yet magnified each primal, electric feeling singing through you. Blood pounded in your ears and pulsed through your body, and the smell of blood, sweat, and ozone filled your nose. The self-same coppery likeness of blood lingered on your tongue as well, and you wondered when you had managed a cut to the inside of your lip.

Your gaze swept over Childe once more, searching for an opening, any weakness or fatigue. You lingered overlong with an intensity that could have been taken for some different feelings entirely, brought back to reality by the sight and sound of Childe launching another onslaught.

His latest attack was his most fierce yet, the swiftness of it almost startling you, and you strained to react. You needed to bat his blows aside and strike out, break through the flurry and interrupt it - you wouldn’t last much longer playing defense.

Yet his blows were misleading. A feint toward your upper body and head, concealing his true target. You winced when a blow of staggering force struck your hands, your fingers going numb for an instant from the intensity and the energy crackling through his weapon. Your weapon was flung aside, cartwheeling through the air and landing with a clatter several feet from you. You needed it back, and you needed to do it the old-fashioned way if you were to conserve energy.

You reached out quickly to grapple with Childe, trying to hold back his arms from another strike until you could pull back and make a rush for your weapon. Your arms strained and wavered against the brutal strength Childe brought against you, and you knew quick action was the only way out. With a burst of strength, you shoved back and turned to bolt away. With luck, Childe would be thrown off balance enough to grant you the time you sorely needed.

Your hopes were crushed, though, when halfway to retrieve the weapon, a firm grasp locked onto your shoulders, and the weight of Childe’s body slammed into you. You tumbled to the ground immediately, gritting your teeth and trying to avoid biting your tongue when you fell. A shock of pain raced through you, and all your previous wounds seemed to screech in protest.

“So quick to run, but not nearly quick enough,” echoed Childe’s voice behind you, silky smooth and mocking.

His weight followed you down, and even once you lay lie flat on the floor, his body remained. He felt so much heavier than you thought he ought to, his hard grip flashing up to wrangle your wrists together. You fought aside the daze leftover from your fall, thrashing and squirming against his weight and trying to strike him with whatever - and wherever - you could. Even once he had claimed both wrists in a hand and pinned your arms in front of you, it didn’t stop your struggles. You cried out angrily as if verbally venting your fury might make him release you.

His knees pressed down against the backs of your legs, preventing you from kicking out with them. Bereft of the use of your limbs, you jerked your body as violently as you could muster, like a horse furiously struggling to buck an ill-liked rider. Even that did you no good though, just winding you and draining your already fading reserves of strength.

While he somehow contained your struggles as if they were no bother at all, Childe pressed closer, his breath ghosting hotly over your neck and the shell of your ear. “When you get so worked up like this, how can I be gentle like I promised?” he cooed, equal parts sarcasm, excitement, and pretend displeasure.

His derisive words served to inflame you more, the thundering pulse surging through you growing ever stronger as if your whole body beat in time.

“Let me go!” you demanded, as if it were that simple, using another burst of energy to return to thrashing about.

“I guess the hard way is exactly what you want, then. Excellent.”

He pressed himself down on you more forcefully, crushing your renewed resistance back down. Every part of him felt close to you, the planes of his chest and torso defined against your back, and an unmistakable thick, hot hardness pressing against your ass. Your heart jumped especially hard, and you let out a mixed, strangled sound when Childe shifted, rubbing himself more suggestively against you. Again, you tried to break free, failing and digging your nails into your palms until they stung.

When your latest round of struggling died away, leaving you slack and breathless, Childe’s weight was removed from you briefly, your wrists still held down by one hand while the other roamed free. The shuffling of cloth was all that met your ears along with the thundering beat of your heart, before something tore at your clothes and underwear, slicing through them effortlessly and cleanly. You shivered violently at the sudden rush of air your ass and cunt were exposed to, and you fought weakly against Childe’s one-handed hold.

The hardness you had felt through both layers of clothes returned, pressing against your skin with no barrier to keep it at bay now. Childe gave you little time to react or to renew your efforts, bearing down on you and thrusting himself forward. His free hand moved to reinforce his hold on your wrists, sealing away any remaining ideas of escape his weaker grip might have held for you. You stiffened at the instant of his intrusion, and bite down on your lip, suppressing a yelp.

There was no window to adjust, no thoughtful minute where Childe stopped and waited for you to grow used to his uninvited entry, nor accommodate your comfort. He buried himself as deep as he could reach, groaning bawdily. He pulled out, allowing you a steadying breath before his speared you on his cock all over again. You arched up reactively, a hiss breaking free from your mouth. He didn’t stop there, rocking his hips mercilessly into you, each pump accompanied by some sound of obvious satisfaction.

You clenched your jaw, biting back noises of your own, noises far more sensual than the yelp or gasp of pain at his initial penetration. Try as you might though, in the room filled only with the lewd sound of skin on skin and Childe’s pleasure, you couldn’t muffle the noises well enough.

“Wouldn’t it feel so much better to let it out?” Childe said, the same derisive tone coating his words, though his voice was far huskier than before.

You shook your head, as best you could, at least, with how it lay against the floor. You wanted to shout ‘no’ or some insult or vitriol, but you could hardly trust yourself to open your mouth at all. Out of it would only flow a moan or gasp or something else that would fuel his pleasure. Soft, cruel laughter tickled your neck, your continued refusal to give in a great source of amusement for Childe.

Your resistance could only hold back so much, though, just like your attempts to stifle the embarrassing noises you made. At first, the rough slap of Childe’s hips and the thick length of his cock filling your cunt up repeatedly were uncomfortable, painful. But the longer he went on, the pain dulled, and pleasure, like a bundle of liquid heat, pooled in its place.

You dug your nails into your palms again, the renewed pain there failing to distract you from the growing knot of pleasure curling in your gut. Your heart pounded wildly still, but in a different way, and your breath, already ragged from strain and struggle, pitched shallow and thin. On a thrust that was especially brutal and deep, the tightening coil exploded all at once, and the barrier of your lips split open involuntarily, the sounds of climax rolling over your tongue unhindered.

Childe, already riding high on his own pleasure, was only encouraged by the perverse, unsuppressed cries, meeting a tipping point. His pace turned more vigorous, each hard smack of his hips sending a jolt through you and heightened the unbidden orgasm dominating your body. Your cunt clung to him with each thrust, demonstrating a craving for his cock you had no control over, and urging Childe to his release.

He stiffened, and in a rush, you were filled to the brim with the warm, wet sensation of his cum. He bucked into your heat more weakly as he emptied his cock into your fluttering cunt, until he fell still, thoroughly milked dry. His body slackened and his grip loosened, finally freeing your wrists.

You made no attempt to get up or move away, lying limply on the ground, your brain still fogged over from the intensity of the orgasm that had rocked you. The trickle of cum down your thighs and onto your torn clothing was a background to the hard rise and fall of your chest, and your pounding heart in your ears, just then barely starting to calm.

“That is always well worth the cuts and bruises,” you admitted, sounding breathless, but relaxed, at last dropping the act of furious and resistant combatant.

Childe chuckled again, the sound much less devious and mocking as he, too, let the rouse slip away. His weight remained heavy on your body, though, but it was comforting, despite how hot you felt.

“When hasn’t it been?” he chirped, sounding rather self-assured, all hints of menace gone from his speech.

You made a half-muffled sound of agreement, the myriad aches and pains inflicted upon your coming back as you came down from the afterglow. “Next time, let’s play where there’s something soft nearby for after, alright?” you suggested.

You could have passed out there on the ground, but you knew if you did, you would regret it. So began then the arduous chore of adjusting your ripped clothes as best as you could, and making to find some place more comfortable to sleep off the aches and adrenaline high.

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