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heartelysia · 2 months

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the ugly art

"days of nothing, i did something! congratulations!" ; at one point, you begin to question yourself.

cw; cannibalism, explicit description of gore, body horror, mutilation, las plagas! leon, non-con, rape, p in v, breeding/knotting (? idk he puts his eggs inside of u), vomit, monsterfucking, dacryphilla, monsterfucking, tentacle-fucking, virgin! reader, virginity loss

note; PLEASE READ TAGS lord, when i say vomit is included but not in sexual content, I MEAN IT, I DO NOT WRITE EMETOPHILA 😭

i also used deepl to translate like 90% of words so that mean most phrases are repetitive cause you know how shitty language barriers are.

you were at your fucking limit, running away from the escaped subject as the annoying alarm blaring 'code 12' made your ears ached. stumbling past the exploded brain matter and organs that painted the walls a beautiful peachy pink, you hurriedly entered into your laboratory, smashing the button that would close the massive steel doors.

the sound of the heavy and hurried footsteps made your heart race faster and faster, salty tears pricking your eyes in frustration and fear. was this your demise? dying to an escaped subject whilst this massive ass door took its sweet fucking time to close?

'why the fuck does this door close so slow?!', you internally screamed when the footsteps inched closer. the footsteps pause briefly, you catch a glimpse of your coworker, panting and sweating heavily as he looked at you. "hey cytotechnologist!", he calls for you, rushing towards you before the automatic doors even reached halfway.

your anxiety and worry dies down just the slightest knowing the heavy footsteps were from this coworker from another branch of the building, you give the man a quick nod and motion for him to enter. a soft sigh escapes your lips as you massage your temple, head throbbing from the stress and overstimulation the safety protocol brought you.

you turn your back to him and glance around your laboratory that smelt of metal - the walls now painted red from the light the alarm came with - that was when you felt it.

a hot liquid spraying all over your back and hair, you whip your head around at the foreign feeling.

your eyes snap wide open in terror. two slimy appendages pierces through the mans body, one past his neck as the other one clamped down onto his beating heart.

not even a scream could pass your lips, the sudden spike in your heartrate sent you into a frenzy with cold sweat pricking at your palms. the tendrils retreat to their respective owner, your coworkers body gushing a fountain of blood onto your dumbfounded form before hitting the floor with a deafening thump followed by the sound of the steel doors finally shutting.

god the smell was sickening, the disgusting sweetness underneath the thick scent of metal. yet despite all rational thought you carried, your feet stayed glued to the floor with your eyes hazing past the tentacle-wielding monster. you could hear it, not the sound of its ragged breathing or the sticky noise its tendrils made when it touched anything but the erratic movements of your coloured irises shaking in your own eye sockets.

that thing came closer and closer till you felt its hot breath glaze over your face, instinctively holding back a gag as the acrid smell of sulphur and rot flood your overstimulated senses. a sick smile tugs at its lip, its repulsive mandibles unfolding. its clawed hand reached forward. your body freezes out of intuition, eyes focused on its moving hand - the sight was fucking grotesque - maggots crawling in and out of the multiple holes blown into its arm, decay evident on the missing lower part of its palm as a tumour bulged out of the side of his finger.

your breath hitches for a moment, heart skipping a beat as the sound of fabric tearing reverberates throughout the laboratory, the blaring alarm was now a distant noise as all you could hear was the sound of your heart pounding against your ribcage. fuck you were terrified.

you look down wearily, catching a glimpse of the monsters hand ripping your sewn on nametag before it tosses the fabric aside onto the floor like your name meant nothing, like you meant nothing in the end, like you were going to be a nameless unrecognisable victim. "cytotechnologist huh?", the creature asks rhetorically, sneering at the title revealing its jagged yellow teeth, "shame that it wont mean much when youre an unrecognisable mess with your spine exposed from your stomach."

its nauseating words made your stomach curl into a tight coil, 'what the fuck is wrong with it?', you internally hissed, unable to find the courage to say it to its horrifically deformed face. the thing leans down, at the closeness you could finally make out which subject was it - leon scott kennedy - the only experiment to be able to withstand the dominant plagas species constantly injected into him.

leon puts up one of his mutilated fingers, his mandibles unfolding as his bloodied lips curl into a twisted smile. "try to run. 10 second head start, im a nice guy arent i? so fucking RUN.", the gruffness and gravelly sound of his voice was like scraping a fork on a plate, fucking disgusting. how could he still refer to himself as a guy - a human - when he looked like... that? is he even able to cognitively think for himself!?

regardless, you took his words with a grain of salt and take a few steps back before sprinting towards the door. fuck. you desperately smash the buttons on the control panel, wanting to live more than anything as leons sadistic laughter rings throughout your ears, filling your senses. his baritone counting makes your ragged breathing speed up and salty hot tears blur your vision.

"four.. five.. six..."

by the time his slowed counting reaches six, only then does the steel doors let out a screech, a tiny slit between them. you think youre going hysterical with how the universe was against you.

a choked sob barely makes it past your lips before the creature lunges at you - bearing its rotting canines at your weakened form - a scream filled with terror escapes your mouth, tears falling uncontrollably from your eyes and into your aching mouth as you hastily stumble towards your dirty handgun, feeling his appendage graze past your back.

your finger tips become raw and bloody at your desperation clawing at the ground, eyes bulging out of your spinning head as the only thing you could focus on was its winding tendril and the dirtied handgun splayed onto the marble tiles. as you reach for the thing that may or may not be your saviour, it appears that one of leons appendages is much faster. ripping the piece of metal from your vision before you heard a heart-stopping shatter.

you swore you've received whiplash from how hard your neck snapped in its direction, watching the way the miniature pieces of metal crumbled to the ground whilst the bullet casing fell - it was a blank.

even if you picked it up, your attempts at survival were futile.

the creature - leon kennedy - growls lowly, its inhumane pitch makes your ears ache, you watch in horror as its disgustingly slimy appendage coils and contorts at will. leons sickly black veins bulge out of his skin, spine protruding from his back as blood dribbles out of his exposed jaw in chunky clumps. his previously honeyed eyes now no longer as visible with the white of his eyes completely bloodshot. tumours swell on his bloodied skin, the lumps of flesh heaving like it was breathing and its own specimen.

not one thing was recognisable about the las plagas. leons clawed hand twitches at the sight of your pathetic form sobbing hysterically and pitifully backing yourself into the wall. god he wanted to see more, he needed your guts pouring out of your ripped abdomen, he needed to see your eyes devoid of life whilst your brains were spurted out onto the concrete in a sticky mush, he needed you as nothing but a torso with your limbs bloodied and scattered around you.

his footsteps alone made you cry more, trembling insanely when he pauses right in front of you. his slimy tendrils thrash behind his scarred muscular body in excitement, "i want to see you expel your organs from those beautiful red lips of yours.", his voice is gravely but shrilled in a sense that makes you feel sick, his gruesome words add to the stir in your tummy. "but youre so gorgeous, it would be a waste to let you go so soon.", his words carry a layer of malice as his slimy tendril slithers under your throat, leaving a wet trail where it travels, it dances along your jaw.

a muffled gasp bubbles in your throat as his tumor-covered appendage forces its way into your oral cavern. it wriggles around as you try and make it retreat, whether it be you bite down on the gummy tentacle or you gag profusely until you could feel your previous meal come up with an inch before swallowing it back down. the tentacle doesnt leave your mouth as it hits the back of your mouth, more tears freely flowing down your cheek as you gaze up at leon with fear-stricken eyes. he stares back down at you with cold, lustful look, a disgustingly hot sadistic grin making its way to his chapped lips.

the thick tentacle thats in your throat picks up on your response, increasing its pace, slamming harder and faster into your throat as it seems to twitch in delight. you feel yourself starting to lose consciousness from lack of oxygen, but the relentless assault on your throat doesnt cease.

more of your spit gathers around your lips, your saliva bubbling as your teeth graze against the tentacle each time it pumps deeper into your throat. you hopelessly sputter and choke on the thick tentacle, head spinning as your lips turn numb with a blue tint.

leons tentacle finally pulls out of your throat, allowing you to gulp in desperately needed air. you cough and splutter, wiping away the spit and saliva drenching your chin as leon watches you with an aura of satisfaction. the tentacle - dribbling in your spit - slithers down your jaw, leaving a trail of your saliva on your skin to your lab coat.

your eyes flutter shut, tears dampening your lashes as your previous meal threatened to come up. you gag nonstop on the appendage until it finally slithers out of your aching mouth. desperate for air, you start gasping instantly - inhaling as much as you could through both your nose and mouth. leon seemed to enjoy watching you writhe in pain, your pathetic attempts at gaining oxygen was much like watching a bird during its dying moments after being shot down by a hunter.

"youre fucking beautiful when tears are your only form of communication.", he gruffly whispers, his mutilated hand reaching out before gripping the roots of your hair tight enough to elicit a pained yelp. the burning sensation on your sensitive scalp subsides when you feel your body be dragged across the cold marble floor, eyes blown wide in terror as your heart hammered against your chest. you scream and thrash, causing the ache in your scalp to deepen.

the monster softly frowns at your 'disobedience', its hand tightening around your strands of hair making you whine and cry out in distress. he continues to drag your pitiful body towards the back of your laboratory, the previously white coat you adorned was now dyed a bright red after being dragged through puddles of blood. leon ends up pushing your numb body against the wall, grinning ear to ear when youre frozen in fear.

keeping his intense eye contact with you, his tendrils slither to the side before coming back with a dismembered arm in its grasp. "what the fuck?!", you screeched, trying to bury yourself in the wall to obvious failure.

god he could fucking cum in his torn pants just by looking at your adorable fearful expression as he tore a chunk of rotting flesh with his sharp canines from the pale arm that rested near a wall of the laboratory. solidifying blood squirts all over leon, leaving a dreadful scent of metal and the underlying sweetness, the warm liquid lands onto his tendril that happened to be slowly inching towards you.

you sob uncontrollably as your mind runs wild with thoughtless ideas - god, how long as that arm been there?! couldnt be long as the blood is still liquidy.. wait how the fuck would i know?! why the hell is that thing coming closer?! shit, shit, shit!! - you raise your eyes to meet with leons sickly red ones. you feel so disgusting at the sight, the sight of leon grinning ear to ear whilst the arm dangled freely between his hideously yellow canines.

you gag at the sight, stomach churning in repulsion. with each step leon takes towards you, you scramble away, pathetically trying to create distance. you end up with you back against another cold wall, unable to hide any further as leon stops right at your feet. he drops the arm in front of you with a loud thud. you let out a blood curdling scream as you tried to shrink away to no avail.

"eat up princess. its the sweetest meat in here second to yours."

what the fuck? you peer up at the creature with a dumbfounded look, meeting his glowing red eyes coldly staring down at you. one of his long writhing appendages snakes behind your neck, pushing you down towards the arm. you shrieked. eyes bubbling in tears as they instantly dropped onto the arm, the smell of putrescine compound flooded your nostrils.

"eat up. i went out of my way to kill this woman for you. do you want your life to end early?", leon growls, his tendril pushing your head forward. you hic and choke on your salty waterworks, trying to resist the strength the tendril had around your neck.

you try to shake your head but the grip the tendril had on your nape made any attempt futile. leon hisses through gritted teeth, forcing you down till the tip of your nose was coated in a thin layer of blood. you gag as a few tears trickle into your mouth. "take a fucking bite before i disembowel you from back here.", he curtly snaps, his red irises eyeing your bare neck.

your teeth reluctantly sink down onto the pale flesh, taking notice of how the open wound was starting to turn purple and how the blood began to solidify by becoming chunks of blackened red, fuck thats disgusting. your jaw begins to tremble with fear as your teeth weakly penetrates the skin, the sloppy sound of flesh floods your ears. your head begins to spin with numbness, the unhinged crazed laughter from leon fills the emptiness in the air.

"good. very good... now rip it off and chew it princess.", it sadistically commands as if you were some new pup getting trained by your owner. you gag once more when you feel your jaw tighten, the taste of metal lingering on your tongue. as leon said - the unknown womans blood was sweet, sickeningly sweet.

god you felt so revolting agreeing with his sentiment. thats when it happened, your stomach churning and coiling so tightly that the chunk of flesh refused to go down your oesophagus. so instead, your previous meal - which consisted of coffee and unnamed food - found itself stuck in your throat. it was impossible to swallow it back down so it comes flowing out of you parted lips.

the sour, foul smell fills your nostrils as the vomit came out in brown chunks with visible grains of rice. it uncontrollably falls from your mouth, it was comparable to puking your guts out as your stomach aches more with each heave that coats anything in front of you a disgusting shade of pale brown.

tears blur your vision, hair sticking to your reddened cheeks as you strain your dilated pupils to stare up at leon. remnants of your vomit stick to the corner of your lip as chills of fear overrun your senses. as expected, his face was twisted into a scowl, eyes devoid of life and sanity which wasnt very surprising but the black veins bulging out of his skin in an angry rage?

admits all the adrenaline and rush of pain you felt, leons sickly hands wrap around your wrist, ripping your feet off of the marbled floor and towards an inconspicuous corner of your laboratory.

leon snaps at you, "couldn't even do something as simple as obey my orders", he growls, tightening the straps around your ankle till it clamped down onto the bone uncomfortably, making a strained grunt escape your lips. "ill make sure you remember to never disobey me."

the dirty blonde inches his face closer to your collarbone before sinks his rotting canines into your sweaty flesh, savoring your flavour bursting onto his tongue as your delicious pained screams fill the thick air. dear lord, the metallic taste with the underlying honey-like sweetness of your fluid made his stomach curl in delight.

he tears his teeth out from your bleeding wound, admiring the way your beautiful ruby red blood flooded out the gaping hole. leons winding tongue swipes away some blood, groaning when your sweetness hits his tastebuds - he swears his cock stirred at how fucking good you tasted.

he relished in the way your body shivered and trembled every time his slimy tongue grazed past the wound, greedily lapping your blood like it was a drug and he was an addict in an alley for his fixer upper. you were so beautiful - so gorgeous - like this, strapped helplessly onto the cold surgical table in your laboratory.

leon takes advantage of your position, ignoring your desperate pleas and constant thrashing as he hovers his massive frame over your body, mulitated hands by both sides of your head whilst a slimy tendril slithers around your throat. you peer into his eyes, searching for any trace of human emotion and youre returned with emptiness.

despite your feeble, borderline pitiful attempts to resist, leon held you fast, his grip unwavering. how cute. another one of his tentacles explores your body, teasing the soft skin hidden by your clothes, leaving trails of goosebumps in its wake. you wanted to snap at him, you wanted to scream at him, you wanted to be the root of his pain but you knew better than anyone that you were more helpless than a rabbit cornered by a hungry wolf.

without warning, he slams his bloodied lips against yours, forcing his winding tongue deep into your mouth. you could taste the metallic tang of blood mixed with his foul saliva as he ravaged your mouth, his other hand roaming down your body, cupping your breast through your bloodied lab coat. a strained yelp passes through your lips as his canines nip into your lip.

your pathetic whines and pathetic attempt at thrashing was fucking hilarious. tears making your pretty lashes stick together whilst your reddened lips choked out the sweetest pleads known to man.

his rough hands roams lower, in a hypnotic manner like he was sculpting your plush body to his desire. ruby eyes piercing your soul like no other.

in almost an instant, you see the pads of his fingers erupt open with blood spurting everywhere as yellowed claws replace the flesh of his fingertips. splotches of black - presumably mold - littering the sharp talon whilst it dug into your skin and before you knew it, the sound of fabric tearing rung in your ears.

panicked, your eyes dart to his claws doing a number on your previously pristine white blouse with your pretty expensive bra torn apart alongside. beside leaving your undergarment and clothes torn in perfect halves, the blondes yellowed claws left small trail of blood in its wake, the tiny gash fluttering open to allow the tiniest bead of red liquid push past the flesh.

"hey- quit it!", you snap hastily, your voice taking on a whiny edge as you helplessly thrash your torso since you were rendered borderline useless without your limbs to assist you.

pushing your shirt upward, baring your breasts to his hungry gaze. he completely blocks out the sweet remarks you snap at him, zoning in on your beautiful chest that looked so fucking gorgeous to him. "shut up... you know you wan' this...", he mutters yet the harsh words rolling of his tongue carried an air of glazed over gentleness.

leon circles one sensitive nipple with his contorted finger, rolling it between his thumb and index finger, causing it to harden further. his face may have remained plain at your annoying whines but the way his tendrils flailed around and smashed against the marbled floor expressed his unspoken excitement and lust. you cried out as he bit down on your neck, marking you as his own while continuing to torment your sensitive flesh. a devilish grin tugs at his deformed mouth, dislocated jaw clicking when your back makes the softest arch at his advances.

"stop- stop it please- i don't want t-this!", you cry, your dull fingernails digging into your own palm till it draws out your delicious blood.

with your voice ringing in his sensitive ears, he slid his hand between your legs, dipping his thick fingers into your pants and panties just to find you already wet and eager for him. his rotten canines flash in the red light as his lips curl into a smile, a feral grin spreading across his face. "what a lyin' whore," he whispered before ripping his fingers out of your panties.

ignoring your pleas, leon showed no signs of stopping. the blonde hovers above you, his massive monster frame covering the blinding light above the surgical table. he straddles your waist, his hips grinding against yours suggestively as strained, gravelly growls leave his contorted mouth.

leon's touch ignited a fire within you, burning away that tiny bit of sanity you had left to resist him and his advances he wasnt going to fucking stop regardless. your back arches slightly, choking out a low whimper as his thick hand moving lower to cup your ass cheeks. he squeezed them roughly, even through your pants, you could feel his grip leaving bruises that would serve as visible reminders of your unfortunate encounter.

"so pretty when that mouth of yours is shut." he murmured against your ear, his rancid breath sending shivers down your spine, forcing you to flutter your eyelids shut. with one swift motion, he slips his large slimy tendril beneath your thighs and ass, positioning himself between your legs.

you whine helplessly at the feeling of his claws tearing a near perfect slit right at the seam of your pants where your pantie-clad cunt laid. "god.. i knew you were wet but this fucking wet? youre drenched honey.", he toothily grins, his claws retreating back into his fingers as he palms your cunt, grinding his palm against your sensitive clit.

your breath hitches and you feel your sensitive folds hit the tingly air, a gasp bubbles from within. quietly sobbing, tears build up in your delicate eyes, you try and resist leon to no avail. even before you could make a good attempt at stopping him, your thighs cramp up into a painful knot.

a malicious grin creeps its way to his lips, his sharp mandibles twisting and folding in delight as your delirious state. leon bites back a growl, his hand busy unbuckling his belt off with haste before haphazardly tossing it onto one of his many tentacles. his tattered jeans fall to around his thighs, exposing his aching inhumane cock.

his ego blossomed and bloomed like no other once he took notice of your parted lips and wide eyes fixated on his twitching cock. leon smugly hums, wrapping his hand around its base before landing a soft slap onto your inner thigh, the thinnest line of pre-cum intertwining you with him. "you really thought i had any boring old dick, didnt you dove?"

leons throbbing cock inched closer to your glistening cunt, his tendrils thrashing around behind him in ecstasy. his massive cock standing proudly, twitching every time a hitched whine passed your lips. he positions himself at your entrance and slowly pushed into your overflowing cunt, filling you up completely.

with his cock stuffing your sweet pussy, you weakly gasp for air, it felt like the massive bulbous cockhead was piercing your guts in the most painful way possible. "s-stop... stop.. ha! please- please hah..", you wheeze out, your voice becoming shrill alongside the aching pain of tugging at the steel restraints.

tears fall into your parted lips as a string of strained cries and gasps escape your throat, feeling his fat mushroom tip penetrate your sensitive hymen. "ngh- st- stop stop! it hurts! it f-fucking h... hurts! fuck-!", you sob, body convulsing when you feel rounded spikes rub against your tight gummy walls. your chest rises and falls and an uneven pace, you've watched enough porn to know that a normal dick didnt have fucking spikes on the side of it.

"aww don't cry pretty girl, i might just get harder." he chuckled before pushing the rest of his aching cock inside of your sweet cunt roughly leon fills you up to the absolute brim with his thick cock, which honestly felt like fireworks going off against your insides as your tummy coils into a delicious knot. "just relax and enjoy being gutted by my cock.", leon purred, slowly dragging his hips in and out at an agonizing pace, softly growling when he feels your warm cunt gush around his veiny cock.

leon grunts, staring down at your beautiful deflowered pussy staining his cock in a thin veil of red. "shit...! well i got lucky didnt i?", he grins, pushing his hips forward till his heavy balls rub up against your asshole, the simple contact makes your entire body tremble.

despite your discomfort and pain, you find yourself getting used to the intrusion, the shrill cries of pain slowly mixing with tiny whines of pleasure. each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making your toes curl till they cramped. you felt every inch of him slide in and out of your poor cunny, stretching you further with each passing moment, your warm pussy lips wrapped tightly around his thick base.

"mhm… you're much tighter than i thought you'd be… but don't worry, I'll make sure you get used to it soon enough," his hips began moving rapidly, lewd sounds resonating with the blaring alarm every time his balls met your twitching asshole.

a low growl rumbles in his throat, his brows furrowed whilst his mandibles unfolded and folded in an erratic manner. "just as pretty as the day we first met..", leon murmurs, a snarl escaping his lips as his inhumane cock impaled you with each thrust, "remember when- ugh.. you came down to my chamber to give a report to the head? that was our- fuck! our first encounter"

your pleasure almost drowns out the sound of his voice, almost. your tongue weakly lolls out of your lips that were tinted a soft blue-ish purple as your eyes trembled in its sockets when they threatened to roll to the back of your skull. "you- you were so goddamn pretty, you don't even know it.. shit.. and let me tell you this, when i saw you, i knew i had to be the one to deglove you when the time was right.."

your stomach churns uncomfortably at his dark words, yet at the same out you knew your poor cunt wrapped onto him tighter. your words come out in broken wheezes, feeling your pussy hungrily swallow leons cock, "sto- hah! stop! thats- thats fuckin- hngh?!"

your sweet moans echoed around the room as he picked up speed, heavy balls slapping your firm ass in time with his hips. the friction generated by their bodies created a slick, lewd background noise, punctuated by the occasional gasp or grunt of pleasure. every now and then, he would reach around to pinch one of your swollen nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to your soaking pussy.

with drool dribbling out from the corners of your bruised lip, you stare down at your tummy, almost mesmerized by the bump inflating your guts whenever leons tip buried itself against your deepest parts. "take it easy, princess," he growled into your ear, pulling out almost entirely before slamming back in, hitting your delicate cervix with every thrust. "you're drooling!", he cackled sardonically, breath coming out ragged as he bullied his heavy cock into you, feeling your gummy walls clench around him like a perfectly-molded vice.

at the sound of your whiny yelps, he began moving faster, harder, driving deeper into you with each thrust, bullying his aching cock against your sensitive g-spot. the skin slapped together in rhythm as he pounded into you, combined sounds of pleasure echoing off the walls. the room echoed with your soft moans mixed with the sound of flesh hitting flesh as your pussy milked his huge cock eagerly. it wasn't long before you felt your stomach curl up.

the blondes hands roamed freely over your body, pinching your nipples, digging his bacteria-harboring nails into your hips, sliding a foul hand up your collarbone and to your neck. he bit down on his bottom lip to stifle a moan as he felt your walls suddenly clamping down around him, signaling your impending orgasm. "do you know how pretty you are?" he praised, his voice carrying an edge of aggression but still raspy with desire.

he continued to pound into you, his mutilated body flexing with each powerful stroke. you knew he was going to cum just from his continuous groans to his hips stuttering. just as you thought you couldn't take anymore, spots of black dotting your vision, he released himself inside of you, filling you with his hot cum. "cumming inside you... g-gonna knock ya' up and make sure youre carrying my eggs.." he growled, his hips bucking violently as he emptied his fat balls into your convulsing womb. leon held nothing back, pouring every last drop of his cum into your weakening body.

a strained moan leaves the blondes lip, his hips jerking erratically as his cock shot continuous ropes of cum into your cunt. it burned like hellfire but felt amazing at the same time. every time his pelvis made contact with you, more of his gooey substance would ooze out of your used hole.

the sound of heavy panting and tiny groans fill the air as the alarm finally died down. leon drags his hips away from yours, his cock leaving your pussy dripping in a mixed mess.

a small, almost inaudible click made your ears perk up, you glance over at the source of the noise, instantly realizing the tightness around your wrists and ankles has been lifted. yet before you could sit up and thank lords for the increased freedom, a couple tendrils wrap around your sore joints.

the tentacles start swarming around you, each about as thick as your waist, though some are larger and some smaller. a few of them begin coiling around your limbs, a gooey thick liquid coating your ragged sleeves of your torn clothes. others start probing at your body, exploring the new shape that leon had caught.

eyes wide, your limp body couldnt do much against the tendrils tightening around your body, squeezing down on your stomach as you felt more watery liquid come up to your esophagus. "mph- stop- stop it!", you squealed, your guts threatening to regurgitate nothing but clear liquid. you meaninglessly thrash around, only to find out it makes you want to puke more so you slow down, tears flooding down your cheek till it hits the thick tendrils wrapped around you.

you weakly sob, gritting your teeth until that agitating chalky sound rings in your ear, digging your nails into the appendage fastened around your waist. "quit your whining and give in gorgeous.", leon growls, swiping one of his tentacles down to your exposed nipples.

gasps follow suit behind your weak moans, your sore aching body still twitching uncomfortably from the aftermath of your first orgasm on a real person. a drunken expression rested on your face, eyes glazed with fog as your movements of resistance slowed down. your walls came crumbling down.

exhaustion pumped through your veins, merely letting out a muffled shriek when you felt a slimy tendril prod at your leaking cunny. "wha.. what are you doing...?", you heave out, brain going fuzzy from the returning feeling of a coil forming in your tummy.

"ha- hah-?!", a shrilled noise rips past your lips as the first tentacle slithers into your gaping hole, pushing leons milky cum deeper into your numb pussy. the feeling of something thicker than the las plagas carriers cock reignites the fire that was previously raging in your womb. your toes curl as salvia finds it way down your chin, "f-fuckk-! shitshitshit!"

once again, your orgasm comes down almost instantly at the sheer thickness the tentacle filled you with. your whole body shudders, spine almost trembling from within your body whilst your pained squeal filled his ears. you cry out, thighs spasming in intervals.

leon laughs darkly, his sick cackle ringing in your ears. "oh you sweet little thing.. cumming almost instantly?", the blonde coos sardonically, reaching down to pat your reddened cheeks in a belittling manner. "well no matter, i'm not done with you."

you draw a sharp breath when the tentacle contorts inside of you, your glossy pussy lips wrapped tightly around the tentacle whilst it continues plunging deeper into you. your whole body tenses once more, tears blurring your already hazy vision. "how does it feel? the tentacle i mean," leon guffaws, his voice edging between maniacal and mockery, "its pushing my fucking eggs deeper into your womb, its going to plug you up nice and full."

god, you wish he would just shut up. his lewd words making your pretty cunt flutter around the tentacle reaching your cervix, grazing past your overstimulated g-spot. "hmm.. i was right in thinking you'd make a great breeding toy."

#cw dark content #dark content #tw dark content #leon kennedy smut #re4 smut #resident evil smut #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy x reader #las plagas leon #resident evil x reader #resident evil 4

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heartelysia · 3 months

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WELCOME TO GOLDEN HOUR!

ALL FRIENDS, AWAKE OR ASLEEP — lan! 20! chinese!

m.list — THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN’T DREAM OF

WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? — dni / byf

THE LAND OF DREAMS IS WAITING FOR YOU

#☆.elys reblog #LOOK LIOK #OH NMYBGDO #Loook at HOW BEAUTIIFUL THIS GLIS #OH MYBDAYS THHSI I STUNNING

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heartelysia · 3 months

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Leon's boobas.

#☆.elys reblog #LEON BRAINROT IS REALL!!#UGH IM SO CLOSE TO FINISHING MY LEON FIC #GOD O NEED HIM SO MUCHHHH #HE CAN HAVE MY CHILDREN #PLEASEEE IM SQUIRTING HES SO FINE #😣😣LEON PLEASE LEMME SUCK ON UR BROWN NIPPLES

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heartelysia · 3 months

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Black looks good on Leon.

#☆.elys reblog #OH GAWDD #HES SO HOT #MY GOD #DEAR KORD #IM GONNNA CUMM #IM CUMMING WHAT THE FICK #OH DEARR #FUCK IM SQUIRTING EVERYWHERE

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heartelysia · 3 months

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‎જ⁀➴₊⊹ about me! - she/her, mostly write nsfw, currently JJK fixated, requests are open !

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"I might flunk the class but it would be 100% worth it🤗🫡" - ['Head Empty' - Satoru Gojo] (reblog)

"Thats it im getting a choso body pillow" - ['AFK' - Choso Kamo] (comment)

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"This , is magnificent. I actually love it so much omg" - ['Working Overtime' - Toji Fushiguro] (comment)

"Oh my.. no words 🥵" - ['How Hard The JJK Men Would Fuck You - With Links] (reblog)

"#GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT" - ['How Hard The JJK Men Would Fuck You - With Links] (reblog)

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❝ CORPORATE WHORE ❞ - Kento, Satoru, Suguru

ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ — ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴊᴊᴋ ᴍᴇɴ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ?

₊˚༊*·˚ warnings. nsfw(18+), elevator fun(satoru), public play, oral sex (m/f rec), throatfucking, fingering, dry sex (humping), praising/degrading, p in v, trying not to get caught, creampie, mating press(kento), ice play(suguru), cock slapping, face slapping, oral fixation

₊˚༊*·˚ notes. gotta start feb off right, n this is a ty for 800! ily guys! also was my nanami brainrot kinda obvious idk you could probably tell by the way I built his character into such a needy mf. I just missed writing about my man 😭

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— SATORU GOJO.

Making your way to the elevator, your heels clacked along the floors; one hand busily arranging the pile of papers plastered against your chest. You had to send these up to the 20th floor, and no way were you taking the stairs. Elevator it is.

You haul your eyelids up from the stack, considering it a sensible idea to watch where you're going. Though you prayed, hoping that there wouldn't be a flock of people waiting in front of the doors. Fortunately, not today. But, a familiar figure stood before you.

You approached him, "Satoru?" Squinting your eyes, you called out; unsure if it was the right person. The man turns his head to the side, smiling at your presence.

"Baby!" He softly, but loudly whispered. Satoru's hands snaked around your waist as you got closer, but was stopped by you scolding him in return.

Peeling his hands off before someone could see, you looked up at him - brows furrowed. "Hey, I told you not to be all touchy-feely at work! Behave, will you?"

Disappointed, he huffs, the elevator making a ding noise as it reached your floor. You stepped inside before him, Satoru following behind you.

Tightly gripping onto the side of the stack of papers, you face forward - Satoru doing the same. You take a deep breath, silence and tension growing between you two.

Five seconds in, and his sneaky hands are making it's way onto the surface of your ass; cupping over the pinstripe fabric of your skirt. You roll your eyes, mumbling but still looking forward. "Better keep those hands to yourself, Satoru."

He doesn't listen, giving you a playful spank on your rear. Your body jolts slightly, though unphased by the stinging sensation. The slap being accompanied by a light squeeze, you quickly swat his hands away as the elevator comes to a halt.

The doors open, another co-worker of yours stepping inside. The three of you greet, Satoru grinning and looking to the side. You give him a silent glare, threatening him behind your co-workers back. Thankfully, everyone was facing forward in this elevator.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you pleaded that Satoru wouldn't do anything out of order for the duration of the ride. If someone were to catch you two.. Oh my.

Satoru crouches down, supposedly tying his shoelace. Using your peripheral vision to look at him, you scoff, wondering what he's up to now, and how many shit shows he has up his sleeve.

A sudden gasp slips out of your mouth, a pair of delicate fingertips tracing up your bare leg. His hands reach dangerously high up your skirt, causing you to hysterically shake your head at Satoru, begging for him to stop what he's doing.

Your eyes dart to your co-worker, Satoru doing the same. Luckily, they were still facing forward; unaware of what was happening behind them.

His fingers stop at your panties, grazing at the cotton material painfully slow. In the end he moves them to the side, tracing over your clit, allowing his finger to glide through your folds - your increasing slick allowing him to smoothly do so. He lazily flicks at your bud, your mind starting to fog up at the pleasurable feeling.

Your grip on the stack of papers has caused a section of it to wrinkle, lips pursing to prevent any sound from coming out. Satoru pushes two digits in, so eager to feel your plush walls around his fingers. He quietly fucks into you, slowly, trying to make very little sound from how wet you were.

Jaw dropping, you gave it your all to suppress your moans. The elevator comes to a halt, feeling let down that your fun cut short. Satoru stands up and swiftly retrieves his hand back; the now empty feeling leaving you in distress. His fingers had been glossed with you, the man cheekily giving them a light suck as your co-worker leaves for their stop.

You let out a relieved sigh as soon as the doors close, not realising Satoru had taken a big step towards the board of buttons; pressing onto multiple floors just before the 20th, buying you two some time until your stop. You just hoped that no one would be joining you for the next few levels though.

Lost in your thoughts, you could only recall your last sight being both of your lips crashing onto each others, Satoru’s lips hungrily locking on yours. The papers in your hand fall out of your grasp, fluttering everywhere and decorating the elevator floors.

Satoru pushes you against the nearest wall, the kiss deepening as he went for the buttons on your shirt; making sure to carefully undo them halfway instead of ripping the entire piece apart, so you still had something to wear when you left the elevator.

A mewl crawls out of your throat, Satoru planting multiple wet kisses on your bare chest; your hands raking at his hair, getting rid of the gel that held it together. Sucking on your skin for a short duration, he pulls away and crouches back down, his head going underneath your skirt.

You nervously giggle as he impatiently yanks down your underwear, the garment stopping at your ankles. Slightly feeling ticklish as his fluffy strands make contact with your bare pussy.

Wasting no time, Satoru laps away at your clit; your moans coming out in short, irregular pants. His hands guide your leg just on his shoulder, allowing him better access to more of you. You grab at his hair once again, chanting his name like a prayer.

“Satoru…” You whimper, his lowly hums sending multiple vibrations throughout you. You gave no fucks about the people watching you through the CCTV saw this pornographic scene unfold before their eyes.

He pokes at your clit with the tip of his tongue, absolutely enjoying how your chest arches against the metal panels of the elevator. Your stomach churned at the imagining of such a lewd scene, sending prayers for whoever could potentially come across this for the next few levels.

Looking up at the monitor, you watched the level number increase, one by one. It finally reaches 18, your heart thumping out of your chest; praying that no one will join you on this floor.

Ding!

Satoru remains in your skirt, licking up after you, and rightly occupied with your clit. The doors open, relief passing through you as soon as you had seen the coast was clear. Leaning your body to the side, Satoru moved along with you— unsure about what was going on outside of the skirt.

You break out into a giddy laugh, your hand promptly reaching for the panel. Fingers impulsively pressing for the doors to close, so that you could move up to the next floor.

His lips still held onto your bundle of nerves, his long, slender fingers pushing deeper into you - followed by him curling them up inside. Your eyes close, cupping his head over the fabric of your skirt; Satoru moaning as his tongue flattens against your folds, begging for you to cum all over his face.

The monitor now reads 19, your one hand fondling your breast, breathing becoming more labored. The other, reaching for the panel again— your hand ready on the close door button.

Ding!

Still, no one. Well- thankfully, no one. Without having to press a button, the doors close by itself. You could hear Satoru's muffled speech from inside your skirt, "Mmph, cum.. all over my face.." he grunts, his cock being a nuisance; straining against his grey slacks. Satoru was eating you out like a starved man, the pleasure taking over your entire body, and thoughts.

Hands controlling the position of his head, you were practically riding his face, standing. The elevator begins to move again, Satoru's several curls and manoeuvres of his fingers aiding your impending orgasm.

Building up to it, your singular leg sinks its entire weight onto his shoulder, using the metal bar behind you as support to keep yourself up. “O-oh, I’m gonna cum— I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-” Satoru's tongue replaces his fingers, now using it to fuck into you, groaning at the feeling of your warm juices making a mess on the lower half of his face.

You could feel his lips form a satisfied smile against your folds, your leg quickly sliding off his shoulder before you reached the 20th floor. Satoru comes back out, licking around his mouth, hair disheveled, accompanied by both his chin and shirt collar soaked.

You laughed at how fucked up you both looked, instantly doing your buttons together again before the doors open. Looking down, you quickly snatch your underwear off the ground, unfortunately the sight of the catastrophe of paper scattered everywhere brings a frown on your face.

Ding!

— KENTO NANAMI.

Your eyes bored into the millions of files in such a minute cabinet - you had already forgotten what you were supposed to look for.

"...Ah, what was I…?" you sighed, standing up to look at the second highest cabinet for the hundredth time.

A pair of familiar hands snake around your waist, hugging your stomach like some koala. You stop your movements, eyes widening until the smell of sandalwood and leather powered through your nostrils. You knew it was him, your eyes rollling. A head falls into the crook of your neck, peering down at what you were up to.

"Kento," your head falls back into his own shoulder, exhausted. "We're at work, stop that..." you whisper, Kento stuffing his nose into your neck, taking in the addictive smell of you.

He lets out a hum, the vibrations tickling your skin. You try to peel his hands off your body, but in terms of his natural strength, there was no use.

"I missed you all day, can't I have you for at least five minutes?" ..Kento was so handsy, which was unlikely of him in a public space. Was he too busy with work this whole week that he yearned to have you again? "Plus, everybody went out for break. I said that we'd stay back to work on a proposal."

You hide a smile, your hands reaching behind to caress his hair. "Lying is bad, Ken." Though you suddenly yelp - Kento pushing the two of you against the file cabinet, your hands autonomously grabbing onto the cold metal.

His hands travel up your front, stopping at your chest. His fingers effortlessly undo your buttons, knowing where they all meet by memory.

Freely open, he groans as soon as he gets a hold of your breasts in any palm, his hips grinding against your behind - his throbbing cock forming a tent against his tight dark blue chinos.

His rocking intensifies, practically pressing you against the cabinet. Kento whimpers, so eager and needy to be inside of you, and to get his problem solved. "Please," he begs, "I.. I need to lift up your skirt."

You look up at the clock, twenty minutes until they come back from their break. "Make it quick," you teasingly ordered him around, but broke into a snicker as soon as he peppered kisses from your ear down as a motive of thanks.

His heavy hands pull your skirt up, the fabric scrunching at your hips. You hurried things up, sliding down your panties, your bare ass and pussy on display to him. Meanwhile his hands shaking, you could hear a buckle swiftly undo behind you; Kento dying to feel your soft walls wrap around him.

Cock finally free, a bead of pre-cum forms at his red tip, Kento pushing himself in without prior warning.

You suck in some air through your mouth, hands clawing at the corners of the cabinet. Kento's one hand on your waist, the other on your breast.

He fondles, thrusting into you deeply like a mad man; the sound of wet skin slapping and moans echoing throughout the office. His head falls back into your shoulder, Kento grunting beside your ear.

“T-thank you,” he repeats, his voice constantly breaking between words, “thank you baby..”

You moan, the tip of his cock bullying your cervix. Even though he was a serious, had-it-together man, this side of Kento had you soaked, and you loved it.

Balls continuously slapping against your clit, his lips sucked on your delicate skin, hands busy playing with your breasts; frustratedly spilling one out of your bra to have a twist with your nipples.

"Y-you feel so good," he whispers, eyes closing from the pleasure. Kento was in a trance, more than whipped for you. His hips rut into you faster, and deeper, the filing cabinet hitting against the wall - a small amount of paint chipping away.

"Ken," a moan of his name slips past your lips, you whisper, “..harder,” your hand reaching for the back of his head again.

Another whimper forces through his gritted teeth, until he decides this was just not enough. His cock slides out of you, a creamy ring had long formed at his shaft. He spins you around, the two of you softly falling onto the office floor, now positioned in missionary.

You laugh in his face at this insane-like behaviour, Kento feverishly grinning, as if another being had possessed him.

Tits spilling out of your bra on their own, Kento lifts your legs up onto both of his shoulders - putting you into a nasty mating press. His trembling fingers pushes his length in, his head rising up to let out a prolonged, gratified moan. He needed this, he needed you.

Your eyes also close in pleasure, his thick cock filling you up entirely, this ideal position allowing him to force his whole way into you. Your pussy taking all of his inches. The thrilling sensation of fucking in a semi-public space had brought you a different type of excitement. You haul your eyelids up to the clock, thirteen minutes left to go.

Kento's hips slam down, using his elbows to prop himself up above you - his hand intertwined with yours as he ruthlessly pounds into your hole.

You moan his name multiple times, head turning to the side. Seeing his high-end watch strapped onto his wrist, smiling at the fact he was drilling into you on your office floor right now.

"L-look at me doll," he grunted, hips still fucking into you at a consistent pace. Using his free hand to move your chin, Kento forced you to look him in the eyes.

He gives you passionate kiss on the lips, a string of saliva connecting you two as he pulls away. Orbs of sweat profusely forming at his forehead, Kento tugs at his tie to let it loose - it had only been providing him with discomfort.

With a dazed, cock drunk look, you stare into his eyes, "Y-you feel so good, Ken," your hand leaves his, bringing it to his face to caress his cheekbone with your thumb.

"Where do you want me to cum?", he coos, his movements turning sloppy. "Tell me baby, tell me where you want it." The sight of Kento above you, your hand resting against his face as you couldn’t tell who had who wrapped around each others finger; you felt like you were stuck in a dream.

"..Inside, please, inside." you managed to choke out, bypassing the immense pleasure, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he repeatedly hits your sweet spots.

Your hand falls from his face, tugging at his printed tie to bring him closer to you. Legs tired and used, you were wondering how you'd be able to walk for the rest of the day. Maybe you need to call home sick.

His balls tighten, Kento letting out a string of whimpers - his hand pressing just below your lower abdomen.

"W-wait, Kento- don't-" you moan out loud. The sensation of him mercilessly bottoming into you, and his hand pressing down onto that magic button urged you to squirt; resulting in his jaw dropping and hips picking up its pace. He watched as you made a mess all over his cock, his chinos now turning into black.

Shooting multiple ropes of warm thick cum into you, he grunts, stuffing you up completely. His two hands find their way to both sides of your waist, softly fingertips digging into your skin as the two of you endure the intense orgasm, only a harmony of labored panting could be heard at this point. Your legs shake against the flat of his shoulders, Kento reaching for your leg, rubbing your ankle.

He looks down, Kento’s cock sliding out of your used hole - his cum dripping out of you, but he makes use of his tip to keep it all inside, pushing the load back deep into you. Grabbing one of your hands and pulling it up, he kisses it softly, your body beginning to relax.

Cock still stuffed inside, Kento glances down at his wrist watch. "..Five minutes to get this all cleaned," his breathing regulates, "..don't know what we'll do about my pants though."

— SUGURU GETO.

Irritated, you stormed your way to Suguru's office, hand holding a glass of ice cold water with exactly five cubes sinking in it. You angrily pound your fist on his door, huffing as you heard a, "Come in!"

You approached his desk, the man occupied with his hands pocketed, looking yonder outside the window that had a view of the city.

"Are you fucking serious, Suguru?" You firmly place the glass on his desk, crossing your arms to face him. "I know I'm your wife and I work under you, but you- you can't keep calling me every second of the day for some silly little errand!" You could've sworn a vein popped in your neck after how loud your voice was.

He turns around, watching you as he sits back down in front of his desk. You slouch onto the arm chair across from him, unamused.

"What's the matter with that? Don't you wanna see me?" He leans forward, chin resting on his palm. He doesn't take you seriously, and instead finds pleasure in how frustrated you get sometimes.

"Every time I get called here," you continued, "..they all start whispering things like, '-oh, he's definitely calling her in to fuck her.' and it's annoying."

He breaks out into a laughter, back sinking into his office chair. "They're not wrong, though." his chuckle comes to an end. "Come and sit on my lap, I know you want to."

Unimpressed, you stare back at him, watching Suguru pat repeatedly on his thigh. Half of you wanted in, the other trying to convince yourself to stay ‘mad’ at your husband.

Turning your head to the door behind you, a sense of worry fills you up. Suguru takes note of your demeanour, giving you reassurance. "They know better than to not knock baby, come over here already."

Sighing, you stand up from the chair, shamelessly making your way around his desk. You sit on his lap, scooting around to feel a tad bit more comfortable.

"Just don't move around too much," his head peeks around your side, hand resting on your hip as he pushes you guys closer to the desk.

You scoff, "Oh, shut up Suguru. Or I'll get off." Pressing your hands down onto his thighs, you mimicked the action of getting up.

"I don't think so," his forearms securely wrap around your lower abdomen, keeping you in place. "You thirsty?" Suguru brings the glass closer to him, taking a small sip.

"No," you shuffle around, "I'm fine, thanks." You watch as he digs his hand into the glass prior to placing it back down on the desk, grabbing a singular ice cube. Bringing it to your lips, he glides them over the soft flesh, then slowly onto your bare chest. Suguru drops the cube down your shirt, the harsh, cold feeling causing a shivering whimper to escape your mouth.

"Lie down on that desk," he purred into your ear, your body still trembling from the cube that had now melted into your skin - leaving a dark marking on the fabric of your top.

You stand up, turning around to face him. "Y-you're just proving their point."

"And?" he responds nonchalantly, pushing you down onto the desk back first, all laid out for him as if you were his dinner. He anchors himself between your legs, carefully undoing your shirt buttons with intentional haste. "Isn't that something fun? Aren't you tired of boring office work?"

"I hate you.." you mumble, "You're washing dishes AND doing laundry for two weeks." Propping yourself up with your elbows, you kept an eye on his every move.

He bends forward, mouth now hovering atop your exposed sternum - his warm breath fanning against your skin. "Fine by me," he gives your stomach a peck, his hands busy pulling both your tits out of your bra.

Nipples hard from the sensation of the cold ice from earlier, his hot breath lingers on the surface of your stomach; tantalising eyes looking up at you, watching your lips quiver as you anticipated his next move.

Suguru's hand digs into the glass again, taking yet another ice cube; placing it between his teeth. He drags it up your body painfully slow, your back falling, and arching back down against the wood. The stinging of the ice had transitioned into pleasure, leaving you to wonder, had you discovered a guilty liking for something you didn’t know you had?

With no intention to rush in his actions, Suguru traces shapes around your chest until the ice cube completely melts - proceeding to lick the watery residue off your skin. The remaining warmth of his tongue clashing with the cold, soothing you of the stinging.

Your fingers rake through his raven colored strands, using the point of your heel to rub against his crotch. He grunts at the feeling, tongue still gliding over your skin, lips latched onto your perked nipples.

A knock coming from the door sounds throughout the room, your head slightly turns, the view of the room upside down. Suguru remains fondling with your breasts, not a care in the world. "I’m busy!" His voice sounding strange as a result of his tongue sticking out.

Another knock comes forth, Suguru pulling away from your chest, irritated. "Fuck- What is it?!" You prop yourself back up again using your elbows, looking at him, worried.

A voice speaks from behind the door, "S-sir, it's urgent- it's about one of our exclusive clients."

Suguru grits his teeth, pinching his nose bridge with two fingers. "Give me a minute," he quickly rewards you with a peck on the lips, his hands holding onto your waist.

"Under the desk," he whispers, "Go under the desk." Suguru softly pulls you off the wooden surface, pushing you underneath him.

"W-what?" You crouch, crawling into the confined space. He doesn’t respond, and instead places his index finger onto his lips, asking you to be quiet.

Suguru sits back into his chair, familiarly wheeling himself close to the desk. “You can come in,” He crosses his hands in an authoritative manner, clearing his throat.

You hear the door open, footsteps approaching at the same time; but a wooden panel from the desk blocking your view had prevented you from seeing who it was.

You look up at Suguru between his legs, his eyes giving you a quick peek, grinning. The sound of their conversation blurred away, yourself not paying it any attention. Not that it mattered to you.

Bored, your hands crept onto his lap, a curious finger tugging at the buckle of his belt. His hands caught onto yours, gently pushing it away.

Stubborn, your repeat your actions, Suguru finally giving himself in; pushing his hips closer to you who underneath the desk. So close that he was practically on the edge of his seat, still occupied with his staff as if nothing was going on.

He lets out a loud cough, masking the sound of the metal unbuckling, reinforcing his lying gestures with a sip of water. Your hands palm against his bulge, covered by the material of his boxers. Feeling his girthy imprint up and down, you noticed Suguru beginning to tap his shoe repeatedly against the cold floor.

Impatient, you take his cock out of his boxers - your finger rubbing over his angry red tip. Letting a fat orb of spit dribble down his length, you licked him all around, Suguru’s voice shaking as he tried to converse with the other.

A gagging noise accidentally slips out of your throat, Suguru clenching his jaw; praying that the other hadn’t heard anything. His hands cunningly takes a grip of your scalp - your hair woven between his knuckles, giving him leverage to bob your head up and down, masking his moans as instead, a hum for approval.

Tears start to well up in your eyes, Suguru not giving you a chance to take a break from his cock. You had no choice but to finish what you started, and there was no coming back from this.

You quietly tap on his leg, his hand finally letting go of your scalp. Mascara running down your cheeks, you do your best to cough quietly, and take a gasp of air with minimal noise as possible.

Mustering up enough courage, you wrap your lips along his shaft, mouth travelling down to his balls— planting sloppy kisses all over, sucking and tugging away at the skin.

Giving more attention to his tip, you return to sucking, implementing a bit of hand movement into your actions. His two hands found themselves in your hair again, only this time he thrusts deeply into your throat, his pubic hair tickling your nose.

Fucking your mouth without end, his voice slightly grew louder to cover up the sound of you gagging, you on the other hand trying to breath through your nose like normal, desperate to have him down your throat for a longer time.

His fake coughs acting as a follow up for his low, sensual moans of pure satisfaction. Suguru no longer listening to what his staff had to say, his mind going blank from the way he was treating you like a cock sleeve.

The pleasurable feeling of your hands kneading his balls urging him to cum. He taught you well. His cock throbbing and glistening with your spit; Suguru urgently pulled out of your throat, slapping his heavy, thick cock against your lips, his hot load decorating your entire face like icing.

You let out a big smile, happy that you were a total cum canvas, his length rubbing against your cheek, a few white drops managing to land in your hair, the rest had now fallen onto your chest.

The footsteps move away, assuming your co-worker had left the room - Suguru wheels his chair away from the desk, his hands moving to cup your cheeks as he looks down at you; certain that he had you mind fucked all of a sudden.

Filled with content, he gives you a light slap on the face, using his thumb to wipe residue of his cum off your lips, pushing it inside after to make sure you get a taste. “Don’t you look all pretty with my cum painted on your face, huh?”

You proudly suck on his thumb, nodding like a whore - definitely something you weren’t around ten minutes ago. An oral job was all you needed to fix that running mouth of yours.

“How about I promote you to a desk pet? ..the salary would be a good dicking every day.”

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new work coming out tonight as a thank you for 800, anyone able to take a guess what it could be about? 🙈🙈🙈

#☆.elys reblog #WE EATING GOODDDDDDD #NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF MISS S!!#OH NY GODD HAPPY 800. HONEYSUCKLE???!!!?!!#I LOVE MY MUTUALS LOOK AT THE BEAUTY THEY RELEASE!!#WOWWWWWWW NANAMIN BRAIN ROT!!!

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HELLO LANNN!!!!!!

I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT GORGEOUS!!

#☆.elys ramble #I LOVE LAN!#I LOVE MY MUTUALS!!!!#SHAKING MY ASS IN A CIRCLE FOR U!1!!1!1!1!1!!1!!!

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"Give Me Five" - Choso Kamo

4,591 words.

₊˚༊*·˚ warnings. nsfw (18+), ice-hockey player! choso, bestfriend's brother trope, p in v, resolved sexual tensions, foreplay, fingering, titty sucking, choso fucks you in his jersey, orgasm denial, praising, hair pulling, rough play, nsfw links (underlined), spitting kink, mirror play, feral choso

₊˚༊*·˚ notes. I absolutely enjoyed making this special request for @moonriseoverkyoto! thank you all so much for 700 followers ^^ included a link for you lovelies as a gift, hehe I hope to send more work your way soon :) thank you for the love and support this whole month!

rightful art credits to @/kmskc_f, @/yume041624, @/elcheggen, @/uoru1_juju (all on twt)!

Goosebumps formed all over your skin as you were met with the coldness of the rink. Bits of regret filled you for being stubborn this morning, choosing to not wear extra layers. Squinting, you look around to find a close friend of yours, not too far a figure jumping up and down catches your eye.

"Hey! Over here- I'm here!" Yuji called to you in his typical, chirpy voice. Multiple heads turned to the sudden commotion, followed by another look to your direction. Embarrassed, you facepalm; whispering quiet apologies to others as you squeeze past the row of seats, making your way over.

"Yuji!- I got caught in traffic. Did I miss anything?" You fold down the seat next to him, the excited Yuji passing you another one of those generic team jerseys that he also had on. You take a good look at it before putting the garment over your head, the team colours being black and yellow.

Beside you, the boy rummages through a large plastic bag of popcorn. "Mmph- No- My brother would be happy if he knew- You were here." His eyes were wide open and alert, observing the game like a hawk.

"..Ah, it's nothing. If I didn't go, I would have been rotting at home." You giggled, knowing the real answer. As soon as Yuji sent the text, 'wanna go to my brother's game next weekend?'. You had to go. You've been dying to go. Ever since you met Choso for the first time, you made good use of every opportunity you had to see him.

He had an unforgettable face, and a dreamy body you'd sometimes, and shamelessly catch a glimpse of from time to time. But you were doubting, and unsure if the feeling was mutual. The man was busy, which drove you to think he had no time for a woman in his life.

You fixate your head to the rink in front of you. Of course, you got a hold of the best seats. Yuji being the brother of a world renowned hockey player had it’s benefits.

The same bag of popcorn lands firmly onto your lap, Yuji reaching for the soda cup underneath his foot. "Hmm, he looks pissed though. I think I know why." He leans back, index finger scratching at his head.

You furrow your brows, taking several glances around the ice. A familiar back faced you, 'Kamo' and '12' plastered onto the behind of his jersey. Dark hair effortlessly left down, not too much going on. A couple loose strands falling onto his face, Choso looked like a dream. Yuji beside you shrieks for his name, cheering his brother on.

Choso spins around, glaring at the audience. He was outraged, and you weren't sure why. He didn't dare smile, or wave. Yuji grunts at his brothers reaction, smile fading and slouching back down onto the seat.

"..Oh, I get what you mean now." It was undeniable that Choso was a different person behind his helmet, and that he took the sport seriously. He always wanted to make everyone proud. As one of the best players on his team, everyone counted on him, so there was a generous amount of pressure on his shoulders.

The screeching blow of a whistle shrills throughout the arena for half time, Choso violently shoving his hockey stick onto the ice. Plenty of teammates approach him, others choose to not get involved. Either way, he shoves past them. Everyone around you seemed confused, wondering what made him so agitated. You watched as he cursed to his higher-ups, hands strongly gripping onto the side wall.

"Every day, I fucking hate this sport more and more." Choso speaks through gritted teeth, angrily ripping off his helmet. "Piece of shit."

The staff team stands aside, ushering him out of the rink. His coach guides him over to the side bench, crouching down to give him a typical, motivational chat. Choso only puts his head down and into his gloved hands, becoming more and more annoyed by the second.

"Kamo- you know what? Bring your ass back to the locker room and give yourself five." Not knowing what to do, his coach decides it was best for him to blow off some steam. Not letting out another word, he storms off back into the locker rooms, the crowds groaning as he does so; the privacy invading camera focusing on him.

Chatter filled the air between the crowds around you. “..What happened to him? Your brother just stormed off.” You turn to Yuji, confused and filled with millions of questions.

"No clue, but I'm still a bit hungry." Yuji sighs, looking at the now empty plastic bag of popcorn. He takes a sip of what's left in his soda cup.

"..What? You are?" You look through your purse for some money. More than enough, that's for sure. A wrinkled twenty bill was tucked away inside. "Here- I'll go and get you something. It's on me."

You could've sworn that you had seen happiness twinkle in his eyes. This boy certainly loves to eat. "..Really?" He smiles, in response you nod your head up and down.

"Yeah! Just give me five, I'll be back as soon as possible." You warmly confirm the offer and he nods, shortly before you had to endure the entire process squeezing your way back out of the row.

You walk off into the tunnel leading to the outside of the arena. So many halls, and I’m not even familiar with this place. The two minute stroll led you to nowhere anyways, resulting in you doubting yourself. “…Where’s the food court?” You pout, coming to the conclusion you had probably been walking in circles this whole time.

The next long corridor you were met with was filled with doors everywhere. Loads of them. “..Ah.. have I been here before?”

Walking past each door, you look around for anybody nearby who was able to provide some sort of guidance. Hopeless, there was no one at all. Until one door you had walked past was slightly open, the light on. Maybe someone was in there? You genuinely just wanted to get your hot dogs.

You retrace your steps backwards, the faint sound of two voices coming from the room. Curious, you peeked your head through the slight gap.

"I don't think I did my best out there." It was Choso, elbows on knees on a padded seat. Heaving heavily, pulling the last strings of himself together. His coach with arms crossed in front of him. The conversation was hard to make out, but you were still able to put together some bits of it.

Clutching tightly onto your necklace, you couldn't help but feel concerned. Choso adored this sport with his entire heart, but so much he didn't have time to do anything else. Yuji always talked about how distant he could be when preparing for the new season.

The cursing stops, and before you know it, the door in front of you was wide open; framing you to look like an absolute snoop. You howl, instantly stepping back from the door frame. The same coach stood in front of you, an appalling look on his face. "Who the hell are you?! A money hungry reporter? Guards!-"

You nervously laugh, "Oh- No, no- I'm not a-", endless words were coming out of your mouth in a complete babble.

"..I know her." Choso who was watching everything unfold, tilted his head to the side, looking to see who was at the door.

The coach looks at you with an unamused expression, giving Choso a double look. His voice grows low, speaking in a discreet manner. "How about you talk it out with him. He needs it." He says before walking away from the frame, giving you a stare down as he does so.

Dumbfounded, a string of words only come out in a disoriented patter, "..I was just, looking for the.. concession stand.."

Choso on the other hand, keeps quiet. Blankly staring at the carpeted floor. His gloves and skates were off, but his jersey still on. You gulp, considering if you should speak anymore; scared that you'll only tick him off further.

Your hands rested in each of your palms, unsure whether you should step inside. "..I'm here with your brother, actually- cause he invited me to-"

"I know. I wanted you to come. I invited you, I told him to ask you." Choso speaks lowly, his tone different from when he was talking to the coach. He lets out a labored sigh, mumbling. "..Only for me to play like absolute shit,"

Processing what he had just said, it still changed your entire perspective. You didn't know how to think of it though, so you simply looked over it.

Deciding to approach him rather than standing at the door like some stranger, you close the door behind you. Recalling the coach talking about 'money hungry reporters', you didn't want to take any chances. "..I don't mean to pry, but do you want to talk about.. this?" Sitting down on the free seat beside Choso, you were careful with your choice of words. You didn't want to dig the hole any deeper. Making yourself comfortable, you set your bag away to the side and faced him.

Choso's voice was more soft, and it wasn't as stern to when he was talking to his coach. "..I just don't approve of how I'm performing lately."

Personally, you didn't know much about ice hockey. Nor did you store any valuable advice for it in your brain. It pained you to think that if you were to give him advice, you'd sound like a typical high school guidance counselor.

"Oh, well um.." You purse your lips, trying to come up with something to say. "Is it because you're.. stressed?" Still unsure of what to do, your hand slowly makes its way onto the flat of his back; slowly rubbing shapes all over to comfort him.

"Probably." Although his voice was now mellow, Choso's replies were becoming short and quick. You were afraid that this talking out was of no use to him.

Your hand stops its movements, "..Should you do something about it? Like let it out?", Choso lifts his head up, turning to you. A gulp forces down your throat at how intense he was eyeing you, your own eyes unable to hold contact.

Choso blinks, head turning away once again to rest his chin on his palm. "..I don't know how." That was his problem, Choso wasn't good at letting out his emotions. He usually bottled them up, and solved his personal problems on his own— you could almost refer to him as a stoic being.

Clearing your throat, you bite your lower lip to try and think of something. You gave him the advice, but you didn't know the method yourself. This is why I could never be a therapist.

You mentally curse at yourself, trying to come up with a suggestion that isn't so cheesy like, do what you love to do!

"..I don't know either.. Me- I guess?" A worried expression washes over your face, a mazed Choso turning his head to you for the second time.

A perplexed, questioning noise came stirred up in him. "Huh? What do you mean?"

Eyes fluttering, you were unable to provide him with another answer. What did you mean by, 'me'? Was it just another one of those moments where you let your mouth speak before you think? "..You could let it out.. on me?"

Chosos demeanor had altered, his chin peeling away from the warmth of his palm. His body sat upright as he looked at you, his lips slightly parted. You couldn't tell if he was mortified or enthralled; and you were almost begging for him to say something.

He closes his mouth and swallows some spit to nourish his dried out throat, before standing up in front of you. You feel as if your beating heart were to take over your entire body and head any second now. A lingering tension in the air so thick— not even a lumberjack could saw through it.

Choso's eyes surveying you from top to bottom, studying the features on your face— his thumb swipes across your cheek in a tender, reassuring matter. He was grateful of your offer, but he just couldn't bring himself to directly accept it.

Choso's hand slowly moves down your face, the tip of his thumb gently pressing down on your lower lip. "..You look good in our jersey," His thumb forces the rest of its way into your mouth, "..but even better if it was my own." Was this a code phrase for, 'I need to fuck you, and I need to fuck you now?' His thoughts drifted off to filthy things—like imagining himself rutting into you in his own, bespoke jersey, 'Kamo' in a dirty gold written on your back as you take him whole like a good girl.

Your breath hitches, his finger gliding over the surface of your tongue before he decides to pull it back out. Choso starts to take off the gear on his upper half, both the body pads and jersey.

It was difficult enough to keep your eyes off the now, half naked Choso in front of you. His body muscular and perfectly carved from all of the work he's been putting in for preparation, Choso was more than pleasing to look at. He tosses his jersey and gear beside you, his hands grabbing onto the flesh of your waist.

Lifting you from the seat, you wrap your legs around his torso, lips desperately locking onto each other as he switched positions. The two of you now sitting back down on the seat.

Short mewls and gasps for air leave your mouth as you started to pull your top over your head; Choso's hands roaming all over the surface of your ass. Your hands travel down his chest, your finger tips tracing over his abs painfully slow. Tongues tangling, Choso swallowing any moan he could get from you, especially after the distressingly slow period of yearning for one another. It felt like a reward.

Being the skilled man he is, his fingertips undo the clasp of your bra effortlessly. Groaning in satisfaction, eyes closed and sucking; a free hand fondling with the other.

You claw your fingers through his hair, quietly moaning as he hungrily latched onto your nipple. Arching against his bare skin, you ached to keep him close, and possibly closer. Amidst the sucking, Choso reaches for his jersey beside him, gesturing you to put it over your head. He fulfilled his wish. You proudly raise your arms up, feeling the fabric graze against your skin. It was quite massive on you, hence himself being twice your size.

Impatient, your curious hands wander off to the waistband of his pants; his safety gear already being off had made it easier. Reaching down and past his skin tight shorts, a thought evoking in you causing your hand to withdraw.

"..W-wait," You pant, "What about everyone out there?" You couldn't help but worry about those outside who would start to get suspicious. You knew how much this mattered to him.

Choso rolls his eyes. "I don't really care, they're assholes anyway. Let them wait." His lips only make its way back onto the skin of your neck, warm breath fanning down your sternum. He didn't care if everyone else were to wait outside. He had been waiting for this moment, dreaming about it - and would do anything to not miss it.

Using two hands, you possessively grab onto his jaw to keep him closer, Choso's hands cheekily moving up inside the jersey and cupping onto both of your tits. He really loves them, doesn't he?

Pulling away for another breath your lips miss his already. You hop off his lap, hastily unbuttoning and kicking off your jeans. They fly away to the other side of the locker room, Choso pulling you back into his embarace. But this time, you were facing the other way.

His fingers tug onto the hem of your panties, pulling them back until they snapped against your skin; the stinging sound echoing throughout the room.

You intently watch yourself in the full length mirror across from you two, Choso using his hands to guide your legs open; his head falling onto the crook of your neck.

Choso's hand slowly made its way down to the your panties, his fingertips moving the fabric to the side. Toying with your folds, taking his sweet time. His delicate, addicting touch giving you shivers all over. You close your eyes to indulge in the ecstasy of this moment; scolding yourself for not doing this with him any sooner.

His same fingertips circle your clit, the speed of his movements fluctuating; which resulted in you grabbing onto his bicep, your body sinking down into his lap. Choso watches you break into pieces under his touch, how you repeatedly tap on his arm- asking for leniency.

Choso leans down to your ear, his throaty voice almost sounding like he's purring. “Just relax for me, I can feel you’re too tensed up.” Wasn’t it supposed to be me who gives him advice? Why is it that the roles have reversed?

The back of your head presses deeply into his chest, Choso bringing retrieving fingers give them a generous suck before pushing them into you. His fingers curl up inside, working them in a motion that emits a squelching noise.

“C-Choso, it’s too much- please,” A whimper crawls out of your throat, the man above you cooing and hushing you.

Your hair raising pleas being the catalyst for him only wanting to do more than he already is. His middle finger taps and teases and your bundle of nerves, his strength making your tug on his wrist pointless. “..Shh, you don’t want them to hear, do you?”

You frantically shake your head from side to side, Choso grinning against the top of your head as he had you wrapped around his finger. Cock straining against his shorts, he would take a photo to make this memory last.

His gestures come to a halt and you whine, Choso had forbidden you from orgasming. "Choso!" You hiss as he glues his hands to your hips, twirling you around against the seat.

Mindfully pressing onto the flat of your lower back, he bends you forward; in need of support, your hands reached for the wooden slabs that divided the seats. His strong hands rip your underwear into fragments off your body, Choso sneering at you nagging him.

His actions in no rush, the same hands that were cupping your pussy now feeling down your back, Choso sheepishly grinning at this fresh new view, a degree of gratification fills him for the hundredth time at the sight of 'Kamo' and '12' plastered on your back.

You reach behind you, barely tapping your fingers on Choso's pelvis to grab his attention. He leans down to hear what you had to say, the imprint of his cock imprisoned by his shorts pressed against your bare pussy.

“..Let it all out, I promise I’ll be okay.” Your hand snaked behind his head, fingers combing through his hair one last time. His body heat glossed over your behind, a position so intimate.“Just tell me if I’m hurting you, alright?”

Nodding in approval, Choso withdraws into his old position. Grabbing for his girthy cock out of his shorts, he groans as he jerks it ever so slightly. Forming an orb of spit on his tongue, letting it fall directly onto his length. He doesn't waste anymore time to slide it in, the objective of not hurting you still at the back of his mind.

You let out a long, awaited whimper that broke out into a pained sniffle, his entire length stretching you out. Your anchoring onto the wooden panels only grew stronger, Choso stilling in you for a few moments. The two of you create a symphony of guilty satisfaction, Choso himself unable to process that you let him inside of you; luckiest man in the world, he thought.

His grip on the plush of your waist transition into a soothing massage, “..Are you okay?” Concerned, he regards your strained noises.

Tears well up in your eyes, Choso rubbing his hands up and down your back. “..I-I’m fine.” You replied, managing to form some words. Even though it hurts, you didn't want him to stop. You wanted this as much as he did. He inhales deeply, grunting as his hips stroked into you slow and deep. He took you in like a work of art, savoring every minute, second with you.

“Fuck, Choso- just go faster will you? I know you want to.” You choke out, words dying in your throat. Choso obeying the green llight, you felt him grab and twist onto the fabric of the jersey behind you, his hips snapping into you at a faster pace.

A cacophony of skin slapping and moaning echoed throughout the room, Choso brings his hand down to toy with your clit; heightening your stimulation. Your entire body jolting with each of his thrusts, his little praises like 'good girl', and 'you're taking me so well' making your sex pool like mad.

Broken and choppy curses slip past your wet llips, Choso letting go of the jersey and fixing his grip on your scalp, pulling your head back towards him.

His hand sneaks underneath your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact as you furrow your brows up at him. Your mouth stays wide open, moans no longer heard coming out from it. "Look at me baby," lids shut at the colossal pleasure, Choso needs not to repeat himself; but he does. "I said, look at me," Hauling your eyelids up, a vision of Choso glaring down at you from above— he wasn't the same person as the one half an hour ago.

Choso drops yet another ball of spit into your mouth, patting on the bottom of your chin telling you to shut and swallow, letting out a throaty sound in approval.

Clawing his fingers back into your scalp, he pushes your head back down. His leg lands onto the seat beside you, his thrusts brutally drilling into you deeper than before; Choso definitely rearranging your guts. You let him use you, so he did exactly that. Hell- if you two had a bed, just make sure you have enough saved for a new one the next day.

Makeup was unfortunately ruined from tears and spit, your hair no longer in perfect style from all the grabbing. His heavy balls relentlessly slapped against your clit, Choso huffing quietly.

He takes a hold of your two wrists, prying you from the comfort of the seat and commanding you to stand. Hypnotised, you watched everything unfold; Choso still holding onto your arms behind you as he continued to rut into your hole like a mad man.

Your cheeks were stained with tears, all sorts of unimaginable feelings stirring in the pool of your stomach; Choso already grows bored of the position. He swiftly lides you off his cock, turning you around for the fifth time today so he could see your beautiful face one more time.

Unsure of what was to happen next, you tiringly wrap both of your hands around his neck as he cupped onto the surface of your ass, lifting you up and sinking you down onto his cock. Your head rests against his chest in exhaustion, Choso’s anchored grip slowly loosening, choosing to move into the inside of your legs. Short paced breaths and eyes shutting at the new sensation of him fucking up into you. It was light work to him, carrying you was no problem at all.

Pushing both of you against a nearby wall, your back almost slid up and down the cold panels as Choso grew feral, his cock bullying but thoughtfully kissing your cervix at this unforgiving pace.

You fail to keep your eyes open, body taken over by bliss as he bottoms into you, convinced you had lost your voice. Choso could feel your silky juices move down his shaft, walls constantly clenching around around him.

“Don’t you dare close those eyes,” Choso orders, your hands hysterically tapping onto his shoulders to let him know you were going to snap. Your face winced in pain, you knew that you were going to have a hard time walking for the next week or two.

“..C-Choso,” you choke out, a threshold about to be met as the unfamiliar coil in your stomach urges to let loose.

His thrusts deepening to push you over the edge, cock sloppily moving in and out of your hole; his entire length coated with you.

“Just let it out— let it out.” he desperately whimpered, your mouth forming an ‘o’. His words like a spell, something that will haunt you for days coming. Choso’s eyes faux-sympathetically looking into yours that were blinking like mad as he felt your legs shiver in his grasp.

You shatter and cry at the orgasm that washed over you, bringing yourself to look at his cock withdrawing from your puffy, used cunt. Choso's jaw clenched, beads of white endlessly form at his tip, his balls twitching at the same time your gummy walls pulsed and throbbed around him.

He doesn’t let go of you, bodies still overheating and glistening from sweat. Instead he carries you back to the seats, sitting you down like a fragile porcelain doll. “My legs,” your voice raspy from the endless moaning, “..they’re so sore.”

Choso leans in for a meaningful kiss, your cock-dazed smile forming against his lips. His hands kneading your thighs. The locker room smelled of filthy, sinful sex—but that will just air out in no time. “..You need me to walk you out?”

“Choso, you can’t. There are cameras everywhere.” You grab your purse off the ground, in search of your phone. Almost forty five minutes have passed, your eyes widening. “Huh?! How long have I been gone for?"

He attempts to wipe the stained carpets, a faint white still engraved. Atleast he tried. “Pussy too good I forgot where I was, I’m not gonna lie.”

“Not funny, Choso. I need to get back to your brother!” Scurrying around the room, you pick your jeans off the ground, Choso whistling behind you causing you to turn your head,

“..Guess these aren’t of use to you anymore?” He holds the fragments of your panties up, torn to pieces, the dismaying mempry angering you as you were reminded of it for the second time.

You snap at him, Choso not taking any inch of you seriously. I mean, he literally had you whimpering, fucked you in his jersey and melting under his touch less than five minutes ago. “You fucking owe me a new pair.”

“I’ll buy you a hundred.”

You hurry out into the lobby, looking around for Yuji. Not having time to fix your hair, you almost scream as you walked past a reflection of yourself, mortified at how you looked. It’s okay… he wouldn’t suspect anything, right?

A familiar coral haired person was lounging at the sofas down the end, of course that had to be him. “Y-Yuji? is that you?” The head turning to your direction, it definitely was him; his eyes were shocked to still see you alive and standing before him.

You sit on the free armchair beside him, “..I’m so sorry, something just.. happened.” Nervously smiling, you wipe the residues of dried spit off your chin, your head stuck in one direction to avoid looking at Yuji in the face. Airing yourself with an invisible fan, you look away in all sorts of directions.

“It’s cool, the game got cancelled anyways- and I got my hotdogs.” He points to the four empty wrappers on the table in front of him. Yuji leans back against the sofa.

“..Uh— ..Is that, Choso's jersey?"

Fuck.

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