IN LOVE WITH THE PUSSY !!

IN LOVE WITH THE PUSSY !!

—› notes. self indulgent with my top three n also a little smth for draken <3

—› ft. draken, mitsuya, hakkai

—› cw. pussydrunk men, oral, afab! reader, dumbification, face riding, cumming untouched, overstimulation, cnc? (just in case)

not proofread. 18+ only. minors, blank, ageless blogs dni

DRAKEN

menace. pussydrunk. pussywhipped. he cannot stand being away from your messy cunt, webbed hole all twitchy and creamy with cum when he makes you cum three times in a row with just eager strokes of his tongue, lapping up your sweet juices because you really taste that good, and he really can’t find it in himself to stop when you quiver and buck your hips, close to riding his face above him.

he loves when you sit on his face, loves the full weight of you all on him. it gets him hard just like that. makes a dewdrop of precum bead at his tip before it grows and runs down his shaft that’s branched out with big, throbbing veins.

the feel of his senses being smothered by your cunt is like heaven to him.

the taste of nectar, sweet and creamy, on his tongue as your pussy cries and gushes slick, draken almost thinks he’s drinking honey straight from your puffy folds. but you don’t reciprocate the sentiment as you try to lift them away from him, so he has to wrap his strong arms around your waist, forearms resting on your plush thighs, just to pull you down and keep you there.

he loves the way your tiny hole twitches as it creams gloopy cum that drops and fills his mouth perfectly. likes it even better when you convulse and thrash around on top of him, tugging at his hair and limping against his headboard since you can’t hold yourself up anymore and putting all of your weight on him anyway. then you have no choice but to take his tongue rubbing and prodding at your puffy clit, breaching your walls and stretching you out the tiniest bit to lick along your sweet spot, jabbing at spongy, ribbed walls.

and god the smell of your freshly creamed cunt makes his head dizzy and his cock throb, makes the fire in his loins burn brighter that he bucks his hips, swirls and rolls them out of habit because his heavy, neglected dick remembers the squeeze and clamp of your walls that’s currently on his tongue.

MITSUYA

while you’re sobbing and convulsing beneath him, blabbering anything that crosses your stupid, little, fucked out head, that is when mitsuya likes you best. which happens more often than you think because you’re a naive and trusting little thing to believe in the soft glaze of his eyes, lovestruck and adoring, in the gentle touches of his careful hands—that are guiding you right into the palm of his hands, right under your nose.

you’re foolish enough to believe in the dulcet coos of his warm voice that makes your head foggy with praise and adoration and love.

(mitsuya might love you, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t wanna ruin you.)

so like that, soft coos of your name, tender praises of your compliance makes your head foggy with love and obedience as you walk right into his grasp, and then he doesn’t let you go. which is where you find yourself now, knees bent at your chest, legs spread, him laying on his stomach, face hovering above your slicked slit, rosy folds puffy and fluttering as your nth climax rushes over you.

his strong, calloused hands are flat against the under fat of your plush thighs, lithe fingers digging crescents into your skin. fat, salty tears run free down your eyes, blurring your vision, and the back to back orgasms without a break constricts your breathing, makes it run continuously and irregularly, which causes you to have a bad case of the hiccups.

you’re tired and exhausted, and most of all shy as mitsuya laps at your creaming cunt with a ferocity befitting a criminal eating his last meal. a rough tongue strokes against your lips and puffy clit, occasionally breaching your entrance to slurp up the ongoing stream of your slick.

your pussy is messy, sloppy as you bury your face in your hands to prevent the icy gaze of mitsuya’s dark lilac eyes on you, watching each tick, each scrunch of your brows, each gasp and moan and mewl and wince, the tiny hiccups sprinkled within.

his eyes feel scary on you, makes you feel like he’s going to keep doing this until he has his fill observing your descent into post-orgasm agony.

his fingers are tight as they keep your legs open, no matter how hard you try to close them or pull away. “keep that pretty girl open for me baby. ‘m not done with you yet.” he says in warning as he kisses your sensitive nub before sealing his lips over it and sucking.

your eyes roll back, and you see white as the small flutter in your stomach grows stronger, and you feel your walls spasm. liquid squirts and you convulse before your mind blanks.

HAKKAI

this sweet boy is limp underneath you, hands weakly clutched on to your hips, tongue slow as it laps over your slit, occasionally rolling against your engorged clit, jaw stiff and locked as his mouth hangs open.

he was enthusiastic at the start, tongue strong and fast as it stroked your puffy folds, breaching your hole to gather more juices into his mouth to have it pool on his tongue, but eventually the smother of your heady cunt struck him, fogged his head into a stupid mess of paralyzing arousal, and now he just lays there as you rock your hips to make your clit catch against his tongue, flat and sticking out of his lips, slit sloppy as it rubs against the thick muscle.

“you’re doing so good for me ‘kai. so good. ‘m gonna cum soon.” and when you mewl your praises to him like that, he can’t help the automatic way his tongue slithers inside your walls again, so you could ride it, or the way he tilts his head down to prolong his nose to hit against your nub.

as you rut your hips on his face, cunt riding his tongue as he tries his best to curl it to your sweet spot, a band in his stomach comes close to snapping along with his throbbing dick that’s leaking precum like a faucet to his twitching balls.

when you cum, walls clamping down on his tongue, gush of nectar falling right into his awaiting mouth, the band snaps. his hips buck up behind you, and you think he’s just searching for friction, so you don’t pay it any mind, but when you lean back to allow him some air, there’s a puddle of white on his toned stomach that your hand lands in, shaft still jumping as more spurts of white shoot from his cockslit, balls snapping in time with each spurt of cum.

“oh.”

you shakily lift yourself from his face, tongue popping out of your hole, sticky slivers of cream glued to hakkai’s chin, a shiny sheen of slick against his cherry red, swollen lips, and chin, and despite the mess you made on him, or the way your pussy flooded his smell and mouth, his head lifts to follow your enchanting hole that he wants back on his tongue desperately, but it falls back down, and he moans when a soft hand circles his thick cock, slowly starting to pump it, lathering up the remnants of his orgasm to provide a smoother glide.

and hakkai forgets about your pussy.

post a/n. goddamn my clit was throbbing so hard during draken’s part. free me of that man. wrote this all with my pussy

tagz. @bxnten @tokyomanjihoe @kisakiapologist @bokuroskitten @tokyometronetwork + from taglist: @festive , @inupi , @thevillagehiddenintheinternet , @ray-lol , @ry0m3n , @sleepy3 (let me know if you would like to be taken off!)

incoming jjk matchup…

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ @messxworld

mess + mechamaru

you’re the sunshine to kokichi’s gloom

he was never close with people due to his upbringing and with how sick he was

you were persistent

he was content with being alone but you wanted to befriend him

it took a lot of work on your part but slowly, you started to see kokichi open up to you

he would start smiling more and even anticipated when you would spend time with him

he would never say it out loud but he was grateful for you not giving up on him

he found himself enjoying the time he spent with you and eventually founding himself wanting to spend more time with you as time went on

kokichi was a panicked mess when he realized his feelings for you were beyond friendship

so when you told him you liked him, his flight response kicked in and he didn’t react well

you were patient and didn’t take it personally

but after almost two weeks of no contact your resolve began to dwindle a little

luckily that didn’t last long because one day you found him waiting at your doorstep

you smiled sadly at him and he apologized profusely for his response and delayed apology

he rambled for quite some time

you couldn’t get a single word in edgewise

so you kissed him to shut him up

that did the trick, you told him you were happy to see him and he simply grabbed you and wrapped you into his embrace

he was happy to finally have someone he could call home

tr matchup here

Thanks for the tag Sweetheart! I had to make my friends pick so Rindou was the winner! I love Blonde Rin sm 😩

Tagging: Whoever wants to do it 🥰

This is so cute me and South

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@ushitoshiii @bontensucker @sleepy3 @bubble4u @drakenlvr @anticapitalistclown

I’m preparing this heartbroken ish story with a TR men and idk if to feel proud or feel disgusted at myself bc this is inspired on my own situation

NEW MAGIC WAND | SANZU H.

sanzu haruchiyo x fem!reader

summary: sanzu haruchiyo liked to think he was a patient man, but even the most patient of men finally snap.

warnings: yandere!haruchiyo, soft dom!haruchiyo, service dom!haruchiyo, obsessive and possessive behavior, implied stalking, manipulation, dubcon, slight somno, mirror sex, oral sex (m->f), overstimulation, dumbification, praise, brief implied baby trapping, squirting, implied character death (not reader or haruchiyo), pet names (pretty girl, princess, babygirl, baby), slight manhandling, pretty graphic descriptions of violence at one or two points

wordcount: 4.5k

notes: for @arozaur's hide n seek collab !! ^.^

You were supposed to come back.

Sanzu stared down at his phone, grip around it so tight that he swore it was going to shatter in his hand. His lungs were burning as he looked at the smiling picture of you and your new boyfriend, unable to tear his eyes off of it, his blood ran hot for all of the wrong reasons, he couldn’t think straight his mind felt fuzzy as rage began to sweep through each and every cell of his body.

Boyfriend, blood roared in his ears, his jaw tightened, teeth grinding together painfully. Not a fuckin’ boyfriend, he’s your fucking boyfriend, he’s just a leech, taking advantage of your naivety. A fuckin-

“Sanzu,” Rindou’s voice drew him from his thoughts and Sanzu turned a dark glare on him.

“The fuck do you want?” he spit out, Rindou’s gaze sharpened.

“Stop sitting here sulking and do something about it if you’re so fuckin’ shitty over this girl,” Rindou said, “We don’t want you here if you’re just gonna sit here and kill the mood.”

And Sanzu had half a mind to bash Rindou’s face into the table and he probably would have had his words not set off a string of thoughts that had him staring blankly ahead, mind whirring. 

Do something about it. 

---

“He cheated on me, and my friends they all-” you were shaking in the door of his apartment, lips wobbling, eyes wet, and Sanzu could only stand there, staring at you in shock because a part of him couldn’t believe that you were actually standing in front of him. “I-I’m sorry, ‘m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go.”

And Sanzu opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, and you clearly took it the wrong way. 

“... I’m sorry. I should go,” you were backing away and panic shot through him immediately, his hand darted out, wrapping around your wrist as he tugged you back toward him.

“No,” he said, “No, s’okay, baby, you know you can always come to me.”

His breath caught as the pet name slipped from his lips before he could stop. Did he push too far too quickly? Need to be careful, don’t ruin this chance. But relief swept through him when your face only crumbled at the pet name and he for a second, he could have sworn that he had caught an expression of longing sweep across your face.

He found himself proven correct by the next words that left for your lips, “I missed you so much,” your voice wavered, “So, so much, you have no idea. Never should’ve left you, I-”

Sanzu moved before his mind could catch up, your words clouding his thoughts as he tugged you into his apartment, letting the door shut behind you--because this was all he fucking wanted. His hands were shaky as he leaned in close, pressing his lips to yours for the first time in three months, trembling fingers coming up to cup your face as he let out a soft whimper against your lips, running his thumb over your cheekbone. He could feel your wet tears staining his face and how your lips clung to his like a lifeline, your hands curling around the cloth of his shirt, holding him close, and Sanzu swore that everything was right in the world again at that moment.

He pulled back, lips brushing yours, “He never deserved you,” he said, voice little over a breath as he wiped away the tears streaming down your face, “You’re so good, too good, too good for anyone, he never deserved you, you only deserve the best.”

You shook your head and he hated how the glassy-eyed expression you were giving him made his blood run hot, “Haru-”

He bit back the moan that nearly escaped his lips at the sound of you saying his name, Haru, Haru, Haru, he could listen to you say his name forever and never get tired of it, it was the sweetest song his ears had ever heard. He had hated his name until he met you and it suddenly became his favorite word every time it spilled from your lips.

“My pretty girl,” Sanzu murmured, bringing your face back closer to his, pressing his lips to your forehead and then your nose and then to each of your cheeks, “The prettiest girl, my perfect baby, he didn’t deserve you.”

“I just don’t understand,” you sobbed, throwing yourself forward into his arms and Sanzu caught you, arms wrapped tight around your waist as you flung yours around his shoulders. He brought one hand up to cradle the back of your head as you buried your face into the crook of his neck and Sanzu let out a shaky breath, eyes wide. “I did everything right, I-I gave it my all and he was so good, he never showed any sign of this I didn’t expect it, I..”

Your voice trailed off as Sanzu got lost in his own thoughts.

Love you, love you, love you, god he fucking loved you and he missed you, he missed you so, so, so, so much. He missed holding you in his arms, he missed being the one you ran to whenever you were upset, he missed kissing you, he missed your scent, your taste, the way you felt against him, he missed everything about you, he missed you so much it hurt.

“... must be somethin’ wrong with me, Haru, I-”

Sanzu’s grip around you tightened, how dare-

“Don’t you ever say that,” Sanzu hissed, pulling you away from him so he could look you in the eye, he softened at the teary-eyed look you directed at him, bringing one hand to your face to cup your cheek, “You’re so perfect, princess.”

You shook your head and rage darkened his mind and it took all of his willpower to stop himself from tightening his grip around your face. He would kill him. He would kill him. He would kill him so fucking brutally that nobody would be able to identify his remains, strip the skin from his muscles and the muscles from his bones, he would tear him apart because nobody had any right to make his perfect girl feel so awful about herself. Nobody. He would kill anyone that did.

He would kill him.

“Let me show you,” he breathed out, “Babygirl, let me show you.”

“Haru, I dunno,” you were shaking your head but your hands tightened around the cloth of his shirt and he ran his thumb over your cheek, mouth drying as your eyes fluttered shut, instinctively leaning into his touch. 

“Please,” Sanzu murmured, bringing his other hand back to your face, tilting your head up so that you were looking at him, your eyes met his again and Sanzu swore that the entire world could be burning around him and he wouldn’t even notice because all that matter was you--you and your pretty eyes and hypnotic voice, god he had been deprived of it so long, for too long, Sanzu was sure he couldn’t live without you.

He brought his lips back down to yours and his breath shook against your lips as your hands came up, one hand slipping behind his head and the other coming up to cup the side of his neck to hold him close as you deepened the kiss, tongue darted out to swipe at his bottom lip.

And Sanzu couldn’t breathe, he felt like he was on cloud nine, his hands slid down from your face to your thighs, lifting you and you gasped into his mouth. Sanzu all but whimpered when your legs wrapped around his waist, arms tightening around his shoulders. Closer, he needed you closer, he couldn’t get close enough to you. 

He was barely thinking straight as he brought you through his apartment, mind hazy, drunk off of the taste of you. He laid you back on his bed, pulling off of you, and Sanzu felt dizzy as you reached out for him, a whine slipping from your lips as he pulled away.

This was all he wanted, all he had ever wanted was for you to want him, need him, as much as he needed you. But you didn’t, you never fucking did. He was always too much--too clingy, too protective, too smothering. You always wanted to go out, do things without him, and it wasn’t fair because all he wanted was you.

“Haru, I’m going out with my friends tonight… No, Haru, it’s just a girl’s night..”

“Haru, I can do this on my own.”

“Haru, I don’t need your help with this, I’ve got it.”

“Haru, please, I need space.”

“Haru, I think we need to take a break.”

“Haru,” your voice in the present knocked him out of the memories of the past, before you had left him. His eyes met yours, and the anger that had been brewing again disappeared when he saw the pleading look in your eyes, “What’re you doin’, Haru? I want-”

“Shh,” he murmured, kneeling on the floor by the edge of the bed where he had laid you, working on slipping off the pretty heels you had on your feet, once he had placed them on the floor by the foot of the bed, he pressed his lips to your ankle, “Gonna take my time with you tonight, princess. Make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

“Haru,” your voice came out as a whimper and Sanzu nearly moaned against your skin as he trailed slow, wet kisses up your calf, to your knee, all the way up to your thigh, mapping out every inch of your skin in reach of him. He let out another shaky breath, palms smoothed over your outer thigh, running up and down your skin slowly as he pulled back to look at you, taking in the pretty skirt and matching top you had on.

“The prettiest girl,” Sanzu whispered, “you’re the prettiest girl, look at you, baby, so fuckin’ pretty.”

You shook your head and Sanzu inhaled sharply, the anger returning with a vengeance and he only barely pushed it to the side. His eyes darted over to the left, taking in the mirror set up on his wall and for a moment, he could only stare, absorbed in the image of you splayed out on his bed, chest rising and falling rapidly. This was where you belonged, in his apartment, in his bed. 

But then he caught sight of the gleam of your tears in the reflection and forced himself back to what he was doing. He reached up, fingers curling around your jaw gently to turn your head to face the mirror, “Watch,” he said quietly, “want you to watch yourself, see how perfect you are, yeah?”

“Haru,” you went to look away but Sanzu’s grip tightened on your jaw.

“Look,” he repeated again, voice low, and you swallowed thickly, once he was satisfied that you weren’t going to turn your head away, Sanzu dipped back down, hands sliding down your body to hook around the waistband of your skirt, tugging it down over your hips and pulling them off of your legs.

“Haru, I don’t wanna watch,” you said and Sanzu glanced up from where he was entranced by the way your pretty lace panties sat on your body, hugging your skin. 

You were still looking in the mirror, Sanzu nearly cooed at how obedient you were.

“Trust me, princess,” he murmured, kissing your inner thigh, “Just watch.” 

Without another word, Sanzu slid your panties off, stuffing them in his pocket before leaning back down, relishing in how your entire body shivered as he kissed up your inner thigh, closer and closer to your heat. He inhaled deeply, letting out a low moan at your scent, hands wrapping around your thighs to tug you closer to him so he could bury his face into your cunt.

Sanzu groaned, eyes fluttering shut at your familiar taste, tongue diving deep between your folds, dipping inside your entrance. He had missed it, fuck he had missed it so fucking much, he was addicted to the taste of you more than any drug. Distantly, he heard the loud whines spilling from your lips--his name over and over and over and over again and it had his head feeling light.

Tastes so good, he was moaning against you like a fucking whore, tongue sliding between your folds, flicking over your clit, so fuckin’ good, Sanzu was sure he could spend the rest of life buried between your thighs, hearing your moans and whimpers as he indulged on you. 

His gaze flicked up, looking up at you through his lashes and Sanzu let out another hum against you, tongue swirling around your clit, sucking it lightly into his mouth as he watched you fist the bedsheets, back arching off the bed, thighs clamping down around his head. And it didn’t take long for him to have you sobbing his name, hips stuttering against his face; Sanzu lapped up every drop of you like a starved man but he just couldn’t get enough.

Distantly, he could hear you pleading for him to hold on, to give you a second to recover but your words only went in one ear and out the other because he was far too lost in the taste of you. He groaned, sucking your clit hard again before pushing his tongue inside of you, almost whimpering when he felt your walls contract around it, spasming at the stimulation. Your hand reached down to tug at his hair and try to pull him away but it only spurred him on even more.

He moaned into you again, feeling your legs tense around his head, noting the way your body was twitching and jerking, the way your pleas for him to stop were quickly returning to high-pitch cries of his name. He fucked his tongue in and out of you faster, desperate to hear you scream his name, to feel you cum all over his tongue again.

And you did, god you did, screamed his name so loud that he was sure the Haitanis next door could hear you, body thrashing beneath him as he brought you to your second high so quickly, too quickly. He inhaled deeply through his nose, drinking up all of your release, not willing to let a single drop go to waste. His eyes flickered to the side, toward the mirror and Sanzu’s body shuddered when he caught sight of your slack jaw and half-rolled back eyes as you came down from your orgasm, body still twitching as he dragged his tongue between your folds. 

He pulled off of you, shifting up your body, kissing up your bare skin. He slid your top over your body, biting down on his bottom lip at the sight of your nippes hard through the thin cloth. Anger hit him again--you wore this for him. 

He forced it away, instead pulling your shirt off of you n letting out a shaky breath at the sight of you bare and fucked out beneath him, where you belonged, where you belonged, where you fuckin’ belonged.

He trailed his lips up your chest, flicking his tongue over your nipple before dragging it up to your neck, teeth grazing your skin, lips massaging bruises into your pretty skin. He groaned against your skin, grinding his clothed cock against your thigh before kissing up to your jaw, sucking behind your ear. 

“Prettiest fuckin’ girl, look at yourself, baby,” he murmured, nudging his nose against the side of your face before looking at you through the mirror, catching your glazed over eyes and swollen lips. He nearly moaned when your unfocused gaze met his through the reflection. “Want you to say it for me, babygirl.” 

“Huh?” he barely caught the confused noise that you let out and he turned his face back into your skin, pressing his lip against your cheek once, twice, three times.

“Prettiest girl in the whole world, wanna hear you say it, baby,” he told you and you only blinked, “S’okay, you don’t have to say it right now, but you will if you wanna cum again, alright?” 

Your brows furrowed, slowly registering his words as Sanzu worked at the buckle of his belt, not even bothering to pull it off fully before unzipping his pants and pulling his cock out, letting out a soft grunt of relief now that he wasn’t restrained in his slacks. 

“Cum… again?” you hesitated, and your voice sounded so weak and confused that it made him bite back another moan. So fuckin’ perfect, specially when you’re all fucked out pretty for him. “H-Haru, I-I dunno if I can cum again?” 

Sanzu only cooed at you, kissing all around your swollen lips, “Sure you can, baby, gonna fuck you so good, alright?” 

“H-Haru, I dunno, ‘s so sensitive-” you began again but Sanzu only silenced you by pressing his lips to yours, bringing one of his hands down to lazily pump his cock, parting your thighs with one of his knees. He pulled his lips from yours as he brought his tip to your pretty pussy, letting it rub against your clit and sink between your folds. He watched raptly as your entire body spasmed, head tilting back and jaw going slack again at the stimulation, “Haru, I-”

With one swift motion, Sanzu sunk himself deep into you, eyes knocking back at the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing his cock. “Fuck, fuck, baby, you’re so fuckin’ tight, made fuckin’ perfect for me, yeah?” 

You didn’t respond, only loud moans and whimpers meeting his ear as he grabbed one of your thighs, pressing the limp limb up against your chest so he could bully his cock even deeper into you.

You were, he gasped into your neck, forehead pressed against your skin as he tried to control himself, so fuckin’ perfect for him, made for him. You were fuckin’ made for him, he was the only one that could have you. The only fuckin’ one, he’d kill anyone else that tried.

“Say it, baby,” he drew his hips back and rolled them into yours, your body jerking beneath him, cunt contracting around his cock so tight that it nearly had him cumming on the spot, a low, broken moan slipped from his lips, “Fuck, fuck, careful, baby, don’t do that.”

You only let out a half sob, eyes dazed and unfocused, you tried to turn your head back to look at him but Sanzu only nudged his nose back against your face, making sure you were still looking in the mirror, “Look at yourself, baby, look how pretty you are, all for me, yeah?” 

Smeared makeup, tears streaming down your face, swollen lips and glassy eyes, Sanzu Haruchiyo knew you were the most beautiful fucking creature to walk this earth. And you were all fucking his. 

“Mm, a-all for you,” your words were practically a slur and it made him light-headed. All for him, all for him, all for him, he snapped his hips against yours, eyes rolling back at the way your walls desperately tried to suck him in.

So fuckin’ tight, his perfect fuckin’ pussy, “Prettiest girl in the whole world,” he gasped into your skin, picking up the pace of his hips, fingers bruising your thigh as he presses your leg harder into your chest, “Say it.” 

You sobbed and Sanzu’s mind went blank when he felt your walls clamp down around him, an obscene moan slipping from his lips as you came around his cock without warning, his hips stuttered and it took all of his self-control to stop himself from cumming with you.

“P-p-p-prettiest girl in the world!” you cried out, “‘m the prettiest girl in the world, your pretty girl, ‘m your pretty girl, Haru.”

“Yeah you are,” Sanzu groaned, “My pretty fuckin’ girl, nobody else can have you. Nobody else can make you feel s’fuckin’ good.”

“Nobody else can have me, ‘m all yours, only one that can make me feel good,” you babbled. “All yours, all yours.”

Sanzu let out another moan, “All fuckin’ mine,” he bit down on your skin, his free hand grabbing your other thigh and bringing it to the same position as the one already pressed to your chest, folding you in half so he could fuck himself deeper inside of you.

You laid limp beneath him, chest rising and falling rapidly and lips parted and Sanzu almost cooed at the tears streaming down your face from the overstimulation and the drool pooling at the corner of your lips. His pretty baby, he thought as he leaned in, licking up the drool beginning to drip down the side of your cheek, fucking you faster, deeper, harder, his eyes nearly rolled back with every thrust.

He grunted as his grip tightened around your thighs, as you laid there, jaw slack and tits bouncing pretty with every snap of his hips--his pretty doll, his to use, his to fuckin’ ruin. 

You barely even made a sound other than another soft whimper when he felt your cunt spasm around him again, release squirting around his cock and staining his dark slacks and dress shirt and Sanzu’s entire body shook, a loud moan of your name spilling from his lips as he finished deep inside of you, vision flashing white and lips parting, breath hot and heavy against your neck.

You didn’t even react and Sanzu groaned as he pushed himself off of you, hissing as his cock slipped out of your cunt. He paused as he took in your slack expression, pretty baby couldn’t handle his cock, his chest swelled as leaned down to press a few kisses to your lips, blood running hot when you failed to react again. 

Fuck.

His eyes drifted down to the mess between your legs, looking down with lidded eyes as his cum seeped out of your wrecked cunt. Inhaling sharply, he gathered the cum that had leaked out with his fingers and pushed it back deep inside of you.

Can’t leave him if…

He swallowed thickly at the thought, eyes going dark but he pulled his fingers out from you after a few moments, intent on undressing and laying with you. He let out a breath as he rose to his feet, body still reeling from the intense orgasm. Unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it in the bin next to his closet, and then doing the same with his slacks. 

He paused as he caught sight of the rumpled pile of clothes on the floor near his bed, eyes narrowing in on the bloodstains.

Oops, he thought to himself, kicking the clothes beneath his bed and out of sight if you happened to wake up and wander around after he fell asleep. 

Slipping back into bed with you, shifting you around to help you under the bedsheets with him, you stirred for a moment, and Sanzu’s mouth went dry as you blinked up at him blearily, eyes droopy and exhaustion set in your features. “Missed you,” you repeated again before yawning and letting your eyes shut as you leaned into him, letting him wrap his arms around you as you drifted off to sleep.

His eyes didn’t leave your sleeping form, unable to draw his gaze away from how you slept so soundly curled in his arms, face nuzzled to his chest, body half-slung on top of him. Your breath was steady and your expression was nothing short of peaceful, letting out soft hums as you occasionally tried to shift closer to him.

He loved you.

God, he loved you so much that it hurt, there was no one in the world that could compare, he knew it. He brought his fingers up to your hair, brushing a stray hair from your face and his chest felt warm when another content sigh left your lips, as if you knew even in your sleep it was his touch.

He had missed you and for a second, the anger almost returned. Because you had left him, you had left him when all he had ever done was try to love you and-

He let out a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, careful not to shift too much so he didn’t wake you up. 

It’s okay, he said to himself, it’s okay because you learned your lesson. 

He stroked your hair gently, watching the small smile on your lips with dark eyes. You knew better now--Sanzu was the only one that would be there for you when you needed it, the only one that loved you enough not to leave. Sanzu was your pillar and it was about time you finally realized it, even if it did take a little pushing on his part.

It wasn’t his fault though, really, he thought to himself as he wiped away your smeared makeup with his thumb. He had only made one little threat and your boyfriend--ex, he reminded himself gleefully--had rolled over immediately, finding a whore to bring to where he was supposed to bring you for your two-month anniversary date.

If he had really loved you, loved you like how Sanzu did, he would have chosen you no matter what else was at stake. Sanzu would have, and to him, it was just even more proof that the leech didn’t deserve you. He hadn’t expected it to turn out as well as it had, though. He had been planning on bumping into you over the next few days--a welcome, familiar face after your friends dropped you and your boyfriend cheated on you. 

It didn’t matter, Sanzu thought again, tilting his head down to press his lips to the top of your head, he wouldn’t live to see tomorrow anyway. 

Sanzu liked to think he was a man of his word, for the most part, anyway. And yes, he had promised to let the man’s parents and younger siblings live if found a way to ruin his relationship with you, but Sanzu made no such promises about his own life--no one got to hurt his girl and live to see the next day, he’s not the first and he most certainly won’t be the last to meet a brutal end for making that mistake. 

Not that you knew that of course.

And he smiled again, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head, sleeping blissfully unaware of the dark thoughts running through Sanzu’s head. 

You’d stay with him this time, he thought to himself, arms tightening around you as you shifted again in your sleep, he’d make sure of it, one way or another. 

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