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Your megumi smut- MY GOD IM SQUEALING
oh my gosh I’m so glad you like it! <33 I need to write more, it’s been so long!
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Yandere! Keishin Ukai x reader
TW: public sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, a stranger watches, degradation, spanking, hair pulling, unsanitary practices in the workplace, an innocent Coke is scarred
Keishin Ukai wants nothing more than to bend you over his store counter and annihilate that cute cunt of yours.
He wants to get you shaking, to feel the way you whimper and jerk your hips as he ruts into you, your body limp and malleable, perfect for his use.
He wants to leave your ass bruised, his hand coming down to smack at it each time you buck your hips forward just a bit too far, far enough for his swollen tip to slip out of you, shining in the florescent light, covered in your slick and his cum. He wants to watch the way the fat jiggles, how you yelp and bury your face against the slightly dirty plastic top, the cold material making your whole body shiver.
He wants to watch himself disappear inside you, every inch sucked into your tight little hole, bit by bit. He’ll use trembling hands to grasp your cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal the way you take him, exposing how desperate and greedy you really are for his cock. He wants to see your cum slipping down his length, the white circle at his base making him near feral, pulsing inside you and making you squeeze your thighs together.
He wants the cute sweatshirt he’d lent you that morning to ride up as he continues, your lower back exposed and perfect to press his thumbs against. He wants to run his hands up and down your sides, reach into the sweatshirt – that smells like him, he made sure – and ghost his fingers along your sensitive skin. He wants to cup the bottoms of your breasts, feel the way they’re splayed out against the flat of the countertop, the fat squishy and soft and so damn fuckable. He wants to sneak his hands underneath them, to pull you up slightly and let your tits hang freely, nipples hardening under his touch until they’re rock hard, perfect to pull at and twist and squeeze and knead. He wants to grope at you until you’re whimpering his name, his hips never stopping as he uses your tits as leverage to pull you back harder, to get deeper and deeper inside you until you’re nearly crying from how intense it all is. He wants to leave finger shaped bruises against your sensitive breasts, claiming them as his and his only – no one else will ever get to touch them except him.
He wants you to be as loud as possible – he wants you to moan his name, the syllables slurred together and sounding rushed. He wants to hear the way you keen, every slap to your ass and tweak of your nipple making your pitch go higher and higher. He wants to hear the way you gasp as he slips a finger into your mouth, pressing against your tongue as he growls in your ear to suck slut, suck or I’ll stop. And he knows you don’t want him to stop – he wants to hear the way your wet mouth slurps at his fingers, the slight taste of cigarettes making your eyes roll to the back of your head. He wants to hear the way you beg for more, more of him, more of his cock, more of the way he treats you like you’re just a toy for him to fuck. He loves the way you get all whiny and desperate as your orgasm draws closer, how you get needier and needier, as if you’ll die without his body.
You’re so, so damn good, and you’re so good at following his orders. You put up no fight when he slammed you against the counter earlier in the evening, even letting a smile spread across your face as he groped at your ass, grinding against you and telling you he needs a little pick me up, that the shift today had been long and dull. You put up no resistance when he clumsily grabbed at the hem of your shorts (his shorts, really, ones he’d slept in last night), slipping them down and over your ankles, revealing your perfect cunt to his eyes. You eagerly let him spread your legs, giving him enough space to slap his cock against you, the fat head smacking against your little clit and making you jump.
You’re just so obedient, and he’s sure it won’t be a problem when a customer finally enters for a bit of late night shopping. When the bell chime at the door goes off, it’s his signal to fuck you even harder, to angle his hips just right to brush against that spot he knows drives you insane. And he doesn’t like the way you freeze up, trying to cover your mouth and silence yourself now that there’s a stranger nearby. No, he doesn’t like it at all – he wants this guy to know that you’re his, to see how well Keishin can fuck you. He wants you to show off just what his cock does to you, how your brain turns to mush and your muscles tremble in his hold, how you get so wet for him he can smell it.
He hopes the stranger will smell it too, even from across the store.
He’ll tell you in a hushed growl to open that mouth, let him hear how good I fuck you. He doesn’t care that you don’t want the man to see you, because he wants you to be seen. And Keishin gets what he wants – which is why, as the man approaches the counter with wide eyes and a Coke in his hand, Keishin can only smirk through a moan.
Fingers tangle in your hair and pull your head back, so that the man can see your face as Keishin fucks you. So that he can see the way your brows draw together, how drool dries on the corner of your lips, how your tongue nearly lolls out of your mouth. He wants the man to watch your expression morph and shift as you get closer and closer to coming, and as Keishin’s eyes catch the way the man’s sweatpants have a noticeable bulge in them, he can’t help but lick his lips.
The man stops at the counter, staring at you with a red flush across his cheeks, one that only grows brighter as Keishin utters out, “Fuck, isn’t she so good?”
The man nods along, too entranced with watching the way you’re pushed forward over and over by Keishin’s hips. His hand twitches, like he’s fighting the urge to touch himself over his sweats.
“She – oh fuck, she likes it when y’look, makes her clench up nice and tight.” His voice is strained, but you can’t focus on that. No, all you can focus on is the way Keishin’s hand sneaks forward to yank up the bottom of your sweatshirt, exposing your bouncing tits to the stranger’s gaze. The man audibly whimpers, and Keishin growls at that.
“Like what ya see?” He asks, snapping his hips against yours so harshly you can hear the crash of skin on skin.
“Shit man, yeah.” The man groans, his hand finally ghosting over his bulge. Squeezing your eyes, shut, you will yourself not to come from the knowledge the man is touching himself while watching you.
Keishin groans. “She’s mine, bastard. Y’can look, o-oh, but you can’t touch.”
His voice is a growl, and the man gulps. Keishin’s hand tightens in your hair.
“You’re doing so fucking good baby, so proud of you.” You can’t help but moan at the praise, and the stranger’s eyes flutter shut at that, his cock visibly twitching even under his pants. Soon he’s sneaking a hand under his waistband, and you make out the way his fist pumps up and down, up and down, matching the pace Keishin fucks you at.
“D’you like being watched, pretty girl?” Keishin groans out, the hand leaving your hair and coming to rub harsh, tight circles against your soaked clit. You cry out at the sensation, your orgasm starting to hurdle towards you.
“Yes! Fuck, yes yes yes yes – “ You’re blabbering, but neither men seem to care.
“Tell me how it feels baby, goddamn, tell me how good it is.”
Your moans are louder now, on the brink of coming as he continues to touch and play with your clit, rolling it against his fingers and pinching. “’s so good! ‘m gonna come, oh fuck please please let me come!”
You’re begging, and Keishin’s eyes snap to the man’s, who’s are lidded in ecstasy. “What – fuck, what do you think, huh? She been a good enough show to let her come?”
The man nods eagerly, his cheeks even pinker, as his fist speeds up, the pace downright brutal.
Keishin barked out a mix of a laugh and a groan, and suddenly his hot breath fans on your ear. “Hear that, pretty? The man wants you t’come. He wants to see you, mmm, see you take my cum. Come for us, yeah?”
And you do – with a near scream, your tits bouncing as you clench down wildly on Keishin. He groans, slamming his hips against yours once, twice, two more time before ropes of warm, sticky cum shoot into you. You can’t help but moan, the pleasure and sensation making you sigh and slump forward onto the countertop, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. Keishin’s no better above you, and a glance at the stranger makes him smirk.
A large wet spot rests over the man’s sweats, his hands trembling a bit, precariously holding onto his drink.
“That’ll be 400 yen.” Keishin says breathlessly, holding out a sweaty palm to collect the man’s money.
The transaction is a blur; all you can focus on is the way Keishin’s cock slowly grows hard once more inside you, his cum dripping down your inner thighs, having turned cold. Soon the bell chime is ringing again, and you’re once more alone with the shop owner, who’s hands are on you without a second to spare.
That same voice whispers into your ear, and a shiver rolls down your spine. “C’mon pretty, there’s more customers comin’, wouldn’t wanna disappoint them, yeah? Everyone needs to see you’re mine.”
Maybe he’ll even let you keep some of the tips he finds in the glass jar by the register when the shift’s over – they’re for your performance, after all.
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