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Yes, it was! I remember that we talked about this ☺️

DAY FIVE - ROUGH SEX. Kanata Shinkai x GN!Reader (Originally posted Oct 11th)

Contains : Hair pulling, mentions of blood & bruises, Brat!Reader, GN!Reader, kinda mean Kanata, spanking, slight aftercare, not proofread

Word Count : 2.2k

18+ content underneath the cut. By clicking 'Keep Reading' you are knowingly reading content made for people over the age of 18. Read at your own discretion.

You expected this, in all honesty. It was the exact reaction you were hoping for, having Kanata push you up against a wall after he had enough of you pushing his buttons. The grip he has on your wrists is bruising, and you smirk to yourself as you think of what else he’s capable of behind that hidden strength of his. His glare cuts through your soul - he knows this is what you want, and he can’t believe he fell so easily into your conveniently laid out bait.

Your chest is to the wall he’s pushed you up against, hands twisted behind your back as Kanata keeps them in between his own. Your head is turned to look behind you, right at your annoyed-borderline-pissed-off boyfriend. Giving him an innocent smile, you notice his eye twitch as he tries to maintain the rest of his composure.

Your teasing has gone long enough, the blue-haired man thinks to himself. That mischievous look on your face has to be wiped off - and he knows just the perfect way to do it. Kanata fists your hair, yanking your head back so he can smash his lips against yours. You moan at his assertiveness, feeling warmth in your lower belly, and he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. Your head swims from the feeling of his lips and the tight grip he has on you; the sting on your scalp just burns so good.

However, you’re not done with your plan to be a complete brat towards Kanata. He separates from you to catch his breath, before going in for more, and you take the opportunity to bite his lip - hard. The taste of iron lingers on your tongue as he pulls away suddenly, and his glare from before turns downright evil.

Suddenly, you find yourself over his shoulder, and the world is upside-down for you.

“Hey!–” You exclaim, your arms wrapping around his waist to make sure he doesn’t drop you.

Kanata stays quiet, and you start wondering if you actually took it too far. The excitement you feel clouds over any doubts you have, however, as you realise that maybe this is the day where he won’t treat you like glass, where you’ll see another side of him nobody else could ever see. The thought of him, constantly calm, air-headed, and easygoing, finally snapping and losing it makes your brain go haywire. With that in mind, one arm unwraps from his waist to raise your hand in the air before coming down and slapping his ass with all the force you can muster. The sound rings out, and Kanata immediately stills.

Oh fuck.

His hands grip your thighs tightly, and you’re sure you’ll find bruises there tomorrow.

“Ow, ow! Kanata, relax!”

He sighs, exhausted and annoyed at your attitude, and opens the door to your room before literally tossing you onto your bed. At the back of your mind, you know you should be worried about the frame breaking, but his display of unusual strength sends shivers down your spine, keeping all your rational thoughts at bay.

“You just have to continue being a brat?” He nearly damn growls, narrowing his green eyes. There’s blood on his lip from where you bit him, but it’s obviously the least of his problems - his biggest problem is you.

“Whatever could you possibly mean?” You smile, batting your eyelashes at him. You knew you were fighting a losing battle, but you weren’t going down without a fight.

You feel hot, your clothes heavy on you as you just want Kanata to say fuck it and punish you for your unusual brattiness - and he must’ve heard your thoughts, because he finally makes a move to get on top of you, one of his hands gripping your chin to force you to look at him.

“You know exactly what I mean.” He says before pulling you in for another painful, heated kiss. You nearly consider submitting to him then and there - after all, you’re desperate to feel his dick fill you up - but your little experiment would come to a disappointing end if you didn’t continue this.

You lift your hips to grind against him, pathetically attempting to gain some sort of control (that you know you don’t even have in the first place). The delicious pressure of his clothed dick pressing against your sex makes your eyes roll at the back of your head, but it’s still not enough.

“That’s enough,” Kanata pants through your rough kisses, “you know I’m in control here.”

“Are you?” You pull away from him, gazing into his eyes. His pupils are blown as he looks at you, and you know he’s enjoying this just as much as you are, even if he won’t admit it. “Really? Because I think what you’re doing is a pathetic attempt at dominance. Let me take over, baby.”

The hand he has on your chin moves to squish your cheeks, his fingers digging into them as your lips purse out. Kanata is downright angry, and you try to kiss him, but he keeps you in place. Against your better judgement, you whine, squeezing your eyes at his defiance.

“Look at me.” He orders, and you refuse. “I said, look at me.”

The tone in his voice is hard to ignore, and you finally open your eyes. Your arousal throbs at his words - he’s trying so hard to be mean, and god, you’re just eating up everything he has to offer. He visibly relaxes at your compliance, but quickly hardens his face again.

“Hands by your sides. You can’t touch me or yourself.” What? If Kanata thinks you’re going to stand for this, he has to think again.

“The hell are you talking about? If you think-”

“Now.”

You know he isn’t playing around. You follow his orders, hands promptly resting at your side.

His own move to undress you, taking each article of clothing off one by one, and he chuckles as he sees the mess you’ve created in your underwear.

“So pathetic - you’re seriously getting turned on by this?” You frown, shaking your head - however, you both know that you’re lying. Kanata grips your hair again, moving his head so his lips are right against your ear. From the position he’s in, his cock presses right against your sex, and you have to remind yourself to keep your composure, unless you want to seem like a needy submissive to him.

He tugs your hair, and you moan, feeling your hole clench around nothing. “So you’re telling me that this isn’t getting you going? You, acting like a dumb brat, and me, getting so pissed off I want to fuck you stupid?”

That’s the first time he’s ever sworn in your presence. That told you everything you need to know - Kanata has finally had enough.

Here you are, laying on your bed, body naked and on display while your partner is still completely clothed. You feel vulnerable underneath his hard gaze, and you rub your thighs together, trying to stimulate yourself as best as you can without using your hands. Kanata notices this, and clicks his tongue.

“Stop that.” He says. Your stupid smile spreads across your face again as you continue, going as far as to shut your eyes and moan softly, whispering all the things you want him to do to you.

He obviously isn’t happy with your disobedience, as he quickly turns you around, one hand pressing your face into the mattress as the other raises your ass in the air.

“Wait– what’re you doing?!” You try to move your body, unsure of what he’s going to do next.

“Dumb brats get punished.” Following those words, you feel a hand come down on your butt, slapping you hard as you had done earlier. The sting hurts at first, then morphs into delicious pleasure - you feel more of your arousal coming out of you, and a drop of drool starts forming at the corner of your mouth.

“Fuck…” You mumble into the mattress.

Kanata hungrily drinks in the view in front of him - your arched back, quaking thighs and red, irritated skin make his pants feel tighter, and he feels a blush spreading across his face. You look so perfect underneath him. He can see the angry outline of his handprint on your asscheek, and it’s finally his turn to smile.

He’s not done yet.

“Start counting.” You barely have enough time to process his words before his hand comes down to spank you again, and you yelp from the shock. Kanata clearly sees you clenching around nothing, and at the back of his mind, is comforted to know you’re still enjoying this more unhinged side of him.

“O-one…” You mumble, your hands fisting the duvet, knuckles white from the grip you have on it. The pain and pleasure mixed together makes your brain go numb as all you can focus on is him, him, him.

Kanata’s hand repeats the movement, a sharp crack sounding out. “Two–”

Three, four and more come along, and you stutter out your words as you finally reach ten, and you’re finally given a moment to breathe. The green-eyed man soothingly rubs his hand on your irritated ass, a stark contrast to what he had done moments prior.

Your arousal is practically leaking onto the bed underneath you, and Kanata notices, gathering your juices before teasingly rubbing his fingers around your hole, slipping a finger inside. Your body tenses as you finally get some kind of stimulation, but your moment of reprieve is ripped away from you as he retracts his fingers from you.

“Kanata, please!” You exclaim, mind still foggy from earlier - you’re too out of it to remember why you had been so stubborn earlier.

“Oh, what’s this? Are you finally going to be good?” His tone is the lightest it’s been ever since you started this game, and you finally snap back to reality.

Wiping any trace of neediness, you try to gain the upper hand, rubbing your bare ass against his clothed crotch. A disappointed sigh makes its way past his lips, seeing that you’re not backing down anytime soon. With one last aggressive squeeze to your behind, Kanata pulls away, and you hear the sound of a zipper, followed by the rustling of clothing.

Not long after, you feel the head of his dick pressing against your hole - not penetrating, not yet, just resting there, as if Kanata is waiting for something. The silence is agonising, each second passing by feeling like a century, and you feel yourself growing more desperate - what does he want?!

“What’re you waiting for–” Kanata grabs your hips, and suddenly rams his length inside of you. You choke on your spit, the unexpected sensation making tears prick at the corner of your eyes. The feeling isn’t unwelcomed by you, in fact, the satisfying burn sends a thrill of pleasure to your core, and Kanata feels you tightening up around him.

He immediately starts thrusting his hips, his movements forceful and aggressive, and you brokenly moan out his name, small tears leaking down your cheeks as his thighs smack against your still-sore ass. But everything feels so good at the same time - Kanata is absolutely feral. You can feel the bruises his hands will leave already forming on your hips as he continues fucking you. Your tongue lolls out of your mouth, drool leaking out of the corner of your mouth as your body moves back and forth to the rhythm of his thrusts, the bed aggressively creaking underneath you. You feel like you’re on cloud nine, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you try and feel him deeper inside of you.

“So greedy, nothing’s ever enough for you, hmm?” Kanata says through his pants, lightly slapping your thigh. You whimper from how sensitive your body feels, his cock rubbing right against your most sensitive nerves, and you finally come.

Your orgasm washes over you, legs shaking wildly as your juices cover your thighs and Kanata’s cock.

“Fuck, fuck Kanata!” He keeps pistoning into you throughout your orgasm, trying to chase his own, and all you can do is lay there and take it.

You’re impossibly tight around him, and seeing your juices drives him to his own peak, filling your hole with his own come. By the time he pulls out, there’s a dumb, fucked-out smile spread across your face as your body drops completely onto the bed. Kanata laughs quietly to himself, seeing that the two of you are completely spent.

Your entire body is sore, but you feel completely satisfied. You roll around to face your partner, who’s already looking at you. When did he get a towel? His soft touch feels familiar to you as he reverts back into his calm state, and once he’s done cleaning you off, he gets up to put it back in the bathroom. He returns not too long after, laying down next to you, his hand resting on your hip.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He asks you, and you shake your head. Kanata visibly relaxes at your words, smiling sweetly at you. However, the gears start turning in your head as you come up with a new plan.

Next time, you’ll know to piss him off even more.

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sugarsweb · 1 year

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You read this in the public library?! 😭 I appreciate the dedication

DAY SEVEN - PRAISE KINK. Kaname Tojou x GN!Reader (Originally posted Oct 12th)

Contains : GN!Reader, fluffiest smut ever, more fluff than smut, obvious praise kink, Reader & Kaname are both insecure, angst at the beginning but nothing too heavy, not proofread

Word Count : 1.7k

18+ content underneath the cut. By clicking 'Keep Reading' you are knowingly reading content made for people over the age of 18. Read at your own discretion.

Ever since you’ve known him, you and Kaname have gotten along like a house on fire. The second your eyes locked that fateful day, you knew, deep down in your heart, that he’d be important to you. When he first opened up about what he had gone through - most notably his coma - and you had been his shoulder to lean on when things got rough for him. He truly appreciated everything you have done for him.

However, sometimes Kaname thinks you know him too well. Your watchful eye immediately notices when he gets lost in his thoughts, his stare turning vacant and almost… dead. It worries you, but you choose to keep that to yourself - but lately, you’ve noticed that look on his face more and more often, making it difficult for you to keep your concern for him at bay.

You notice that same look on one of your weekly movie nights; you’ve taken it upon yourself to invite him over to your place and watch the most ridiculous things you can find, treating yourselves to your favourite snacks while unwinding on your couch from your usually-stressful weeks. It usually helps the two of you to relax, but one glance at Kaname and you can immediately tell how tense his shoulders are, the knit in his brow more obvious from the dark room casting shadows over his face. Usually, you have to coax your partner to be honest about his feelings, and it seems that tonight is no different.

Taking the remote control, you pause the movie, which pulls Kaname out of whatever thoughts he was having. His head turns to look at you, one eyebrow raised in question, but the serious stare that you give makes him pause.

“Is everything okay, Kaname?” You ask.

You say his name so sweetly, a soft tone in your voice - it wasn’t judgemental, by any means - no, it was comforting, just like every embrace the two of you have shared in the past. Kaname notices the loving gaze you give him, so innocent and heartfelt, and he feels the walls he built crumble down. His shoulders sag, and he lets himself lean against you, forehead against your shoulder.

“I just feel so weak compared to others,” He says quietly, but you hear him loud and clear. “I’ve lost so much weight since the coma, and I still haven’t gotten it back, even after all these months of rehabilitation.”

Kaname nearly cries when your fingers card through his hair, a comforting touch that he didn’t know he needed. He sniffles - he knows your patience with him is endless, but he wants to tell you what’s been plaguing his mind, and if he pauses, he might back down and close himself off from you once more.

“You could be with someone strong-willed and healthy, compared to my pathetic self. My hair feels so greasy, my skin feels weird, everything is just wrong.”

“Oh, my love,” you coo, your other hand rubbing his back up and down, “you’re too hard on yourself.”

Kaname finally lifts his head, his yellow eyes locking onto yours. He can see the tears forming in your eyes, and nearly panics, opening his mouth to apologise, but you silence him with a gentle, loving kiss. He immediately melts into it, the feeling of your lips interlocked bringing him solace. You pull away after a moment, pressing your forehead against his.

“You don’t see yourself the way I see you.” You say. Your hand cups his face, turning it sideways so you can press small, gentle pecks against his cheek, your eyes closing as your eyelashes flutter against his cheek. Kaname’s face turns a light shade of red, a smile finally cracking at his lips as he gives you a quiet, light laugh. You give him one in return after pulling away from his face, and you place your head in the crook of his neck.

“If we’re both being honest here, I feel the same way about myself.”

Kaname stills. He knows that everyone is some level of insecure, but for some reason, it’s so hard for him to picture you feeling bad about yourself - you’re just beyond perfect to him, he can’t see a single flaw in you (...maybe besides you stealing his snacks, but that’s besides the point). He feels your eyelashes tickling his neck, pulling him out of his thoughts.

You continue leaving delicate kisses along his jawline, throat, and any exposed skin you can find, until Kaname gently takes your face in his hands, making you look directly at him. You give him a small grin - one of your favourite features of his are his enticing eyes, the most beautiful shade of yellow you’ve ever seen.

“Darling, you’re the most beautiful person to me.” He genuinely says. His eyes shift for a second before locking onto yours again, and he gulps before speaking again. “Can I… show you?”

You immediately understand what he’s trying to say, your eyebrows raising in surprise. “Are you sure? We’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Yes, I’m absolutely sure, as long as you’re okay with it too.” Kaname confidently answers. You nod, replying with a soft ‘yes’ as well, and just as your lover goes to lower you on the couch, you press a hand against his firm chest.

“Why don’t you lay down?” You ask him. “Let me make you feel good.”

And so instead, he lets you push him down against the couch. You straddle his waist, already feeling his hardness poke against you through your clothing - you’re not much better, feeling your underwear dampen with your arousal.

Kaname’s hand tugs at your shirt, a silent question. You raise your arms, and he takes it off, throwing it behind the couch and into the darkness of the room. His own shirt follows soon after, and he struggles against the urge to move his arms to cover himself up once he realises his torso is exposed to you.

His eyes follow your hand softly tracing the lines of his skin, sending pleasant chills throughout his body. He glances over to you and nearly chokes on his spit - the look on your face is absolutely love-struck and he has to do a double-take; how can someone as perfect as you look at him that way?

And then he remembers; you feel the exact same way about yourself.

His hands trace your curves, and he feels himself choke up at how beautiful you are. Your body stills, and it registers in Kaname’s mind that he’s spoken out loud. You give him a nervous chuckle, one hand coming up to hide your wide smile.

“Not too bad yourself, handsome.” You tease him, and he can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed. His hand grasps your wrist, moving your hand from covering your face.

“I love your smile.” He confesses, and you feel yourself throb even though his words are completely innocent.

You lean over, trailing your kisses from his cheek to his neck, latching your lips around his pulse point and sucking. Kaname gently moans your name, his hand instinctively grasping your ass, the other gripping your waist tightly. Your teeth graze against him as you continue biting and lapping at his sweet spot, pulling away to show a developing hickey - nothing he couldn’t hide, of course.

“So pretty…” You mumble, mostly to yourself, but Kaname still hears you, face flushing a deep red. “Can I…?”

Your hands are hovering over his belt, and he nods - maybe a bit too quickly, but you don’t notice that, instead moving to take it off. He takes your pants off as well, and not long after, your underwear follows.

His dick twitches, hard and ready, and you suck in a sharp breath seeing your partner on full display for your eyes to take in. Seeing his hair splayed out underneath him makes him look angelic, the most perfect being.

“Are you ready?” He’s the one to finally take initiative, snapping you out of your loving - borderline lustful - thoughts.

“Of course.”

Your heart rate picks up as you feel the tip of his dick press against your hole, slowly lowering yourself down on his shaft. Your walls suck him in immediately, and Kaname gasps from the pleasing pressure, hands tightening their grip around you.

“Shit, so good…” He swears - and you’re pretty sure that’s the first time he’s ever sworn in your presence - eyes scrunching up from the feeling. “You’re perfect, baby.”

His praise shoots straight to your core, and Kaname feels your body react to his words. A rare burst of confidence washes over him, and he looks up to you, a smug smile on his face.

“You like that?”

You can barely speak, instead opting to give him an aggressive nod, your mouth going numb as you feel him fill you up in ways you couldn’t imagine. “Fuck, you’re makin’ me feel so good, Kana’…”

He nearly whimpers when he hears you moan that out, his hips thrusting up into you out of desperation. Both of you are absolutely drunk on the pleasure and words you’re sharing. You grind down on him, feeling his cock rub against your walls, tightening up as he utters more praise.

“So beautiful, just wanna make you realise that, want you to know–” Kaname interrupts himself when his dick rubs right against your g-spot, making you keen and mewl pathetically. The sensation of you around him makes it hard to stave off his impending orgasm, and his hand moves to rub your sex, intent on making you come. “Please, come for me, please, I wanna make you feel good–”

The sound of his begging and the feeling of his shaft fucking up into you finally makes you reach your peak, and you climax suddenly with a wanton moan, followed by a broken cry of his name. The look on your face makes him follow in your steps, but he quickly pulls out, cumming on your stomach instead. You whimper, feeling so empty but so good, and his essence spread on you makes you feel dirty in the best way possible.

Kaname babbles mindlessly of how good you are and how amazing he feels, finally coming down from his high. You collapse against him, and he wraps his arms around you, leaving a kiss on the crown of your head.

“Let me clean you up, hm?” He suggests to you, and you nod, absolutely exhausted. He moves to get up, but your hand wraps around his wrist, grabbing his attention.

Your tired eyes gaze up into his own as you give him a dopey smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiles, finally feeling content.

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sugarsweb · 1 year

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Yess this was the fic that started it all! You got me into writing a lot of Kaname 😭💞

Kaname Tojou x GN!Reader

JEALOUS. Kaname is back in your life after all these years. However, things have changed... or have they? (Originally posted Sep 22nd)

Contains : Light angst, self doubt (Kaname), mutual pining, not proofread

Word Count : 1.7k

The wind blew through Kaname’s hair as he walked through ES Square, his eyes scrutinising his surroundings. This is the first time in years that he steps into what will lead him towards his dream, and along with that, towards you. He learned over social media that you worked as a producer - his childhood best friend had attained their dream that the two used to talk about all the time!

He couldn’t imagine how much time had passed and how much the both of you had changed. Kaname shakes his head to get rid of the lingering nervousness that weighs his shoulders down, gripping his bag tighter. A producer was supposed to be meeting him here, at the glass doors of the tall building, but they were nowhere in sight. He was about to text them once again to let them know that he had arrived, until his eyes settled on a figure through the doors, talking to a certain blue-haired man who looked exactly like him.

“Y/N?” He mutters to himself. As if you heard him, you stop midway through your sentence and turn to look through the glass doors, locking your gaze with Kaname’s. He sees your lips mutter his name, your eyes widening before you make a mad dash towards him.

Kaname feels frozen in place as you swing the doors open, launching yourself into his arms as you yell his name.

“Oh my god, you’re alive! You’re awake!” You’re rushing your words out at lightning speed, and Kaname’s mind has just registered that you’re real, and you’re in his arms. One of his hands slips to the back of your neck and the other against your back as he pushes your body against his even more - he feels you against his fingertips and everything is so real. “How long have you been back for?! When did this happen?”

He chuckles, burying his face into your hair. His response is muffled but you can still understand him as he says, “For a few months.”

You finally calm down after a bit, letting your hold on your lifelong friend go, and you finally look him in his eyes. He smiles down at you, the hand at the back of your neck playing with a few strands of your hair. The moment between you two is broken as someone behind you clears their throat, and upon looking up, it’s HiMERU.

There’s a moment of awkwardness before Kaname breaks it, greeting his brother. “Hi.” They had both seen each other previously, talking together when Kaname had woken up from his coma. HiMERU had helped him back onto his feet, but now that the both of them were in ES Square, how would things work out?

“HiMERU!” You exclaim - you sounded nearly hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“HiMERU thought it’d be better to let Kaname take things at his own pace.” He explains, not breaking eye contact with him. “HiMERU didn’t want him to overwhelm himself.”

You nod, and look back to Kaname. After so many years of laying in that damn hospital bed, he’s skinny and out of shape due to such a long period of inactivity, but he still looks like the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on. Taking his hand, you shake him out of his stupor and smile up at him.

“Why don’t we catch up? I’ll take the day off.” You suggest, then turn to the other man. “Crazy:B will be fine without me for a day, right HiMERU?”

“Sure.” He says.

Kaname nods, intertwining his fingers with yours. It feels natural. After saying goodbye to his brother, the two of you set off for a nearby cafe, sitting down at one of the outdoor tables and drinking in the sunshine.

The light hits you at just the right angle, a golden halo on top of your hair, making you seem like an angel in Kaname’s eyes. A small blush forms across his cheeks and he covers the lower half of his face with his hand, desperately trying to cover his lovesickness up. Even after all these years, nothing has changed. To distract himself from his overflowing feelings, he decides to ask you about something on his mind.

“So, you produce Crazy:B?”

You take a sip of your smoothie and nod. “Yes, have been for a bit now. Everyone,” and he swears he hears a mutter of an ‘except Rinne’ in there, “has been cooperating very well. Working with your brother has been a pleasure.”

In your mind, you meant those words as a polite courtesy. In reality, working with HiMERU had been quite difficult for you - sure, he was kind and mature and a lot of things, but he reminded you too much of your friend, the man you loved desperately.

In Kaname’s mind, he thought that he was being replaced by his brother. Did you fall for HiMERU instead…? He can’t blame you. His brother had been a constant presence in your life, unlike him. There was no way he had a chance with you.

For the rest of the evening, the two of you talk about everything and nothing - mostly you talking about your experiences as a producer, and Kaname talking about his rehabilitation experience. As the day came to an end, you two went your separate ways, promising to see each other the following day.

And so you did, and the day after that, and then the day after that too.

But every time Kaname met up with you, you were always around HiMERU, always standing next to him too close for comfort. He always caught you talking to him in hushed whispers that he could never catch - were you talking about him?

He hated this feeling - the pure jealousy he felt when he looked at the two of you together. He was green with envy and he despised it; you deserved happiness, and if HiMERU makes you happy, then…

…Then you’ll never know how Kaname feels, and it’ll eat him up inside forever.

But he can’t risk your friendship, so he lets it happen. However, you know him well - too well, sometimes.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him one day, sitting back at the cafe where you first took him out to when you had your reunion. He nearly chokes as he realises you can see right through him.

“What do you mean?” He gulps nervously, setting his drink down.

“You’ve been acting off lately. Every time HiMERU and I meet up with you, you go so quiet or you glare at some poor piece of garbage on the ground until it’s just the…” Halfway through your sentence, it finally clicks in your mind, “...the two of us- are you… jealous?”

Your smirk nearly kills Kaname because god, who let you be so attractive and unfortunately perceptive? He tries to continue playing it off, but you stand your ground.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, c’mon, you’re jealous of HiMERU and I, aren’t you?” At this point, you’re leaning over the table, your head resting on your hand as you try not to laugh.

“I’m not-” You give him an eyebrow raise, “-okay. Fine, I am.” He sighs sadly at the end of his sentence, frowning at the cup in his hand, and your smirk drops and all hints of playfulness evaporate suddenly.

“Kaname, please look at me.” He keeps his gaze on the cup, “please.”

His eyes snap to yours, and you smile sweetly at him, thinking to yourself that those are the exact same eyes you fell in love with all those years ago.

“Talk to me, what’s going on?” Your hand rests on the table, inviting him to intertwine his fingers with yours once again. You both think to yourselves, the feeling is natural.

Well, Kaname thinks to himself, it’s now or never.

“I don’t really know how to say this.” He says, looking over to your hands. “I just… seeing you and HiMERU together reminds me that things have changed and will probably never be the same ever again, that I missed my shot to tell you my feelings- I feel like everything is messed up.”

You listen attentively as he continues, but not without giving him a comforting squeeze of your hand.

“Seeing you stand so close to him, I always think that it could’ve been me.” Kaname finally musters the courage to look you in the eyes. “I- I just- I want you all to myself. I want to be the one close to you, I want to hold you and spend time with you always.”

The invisible weight on his shoulders is lifted as he finally confesses, but another is added as he awaits your rejection.

“You’re right, things have changed and nothing will be the same,” you start to speak, and he feels his heart nearly shatter, “but my feelings for you haven’t.”

And just like that, his heart is pieced back together, little by little, and you continue.

“HiMERU and I are close because besides Kohaku, he’s the most mature and easy to talk to about plans of Crazy:B to. But that has nothing to do with my feelings for him- fuck, seeing him with the same colour of hair and the same colour of eyes hurt so bad because they weren’t your eyes. I could get lost looking at them forever.”

“To keep it simple, HiMERU and I’s relationship is strictly professional. He doesn’t want anything with me, and I don’t want anything with him, I want it with y-”

Kaname nearly knocks over his chair as he stands up abruptly and leans over the table to cover your mouth with his free hand, the other tightening its grip around your own. You blush at the sudden contact and it feels like his eyes are boring into yours, looking deep into your soul.

“I love you.” He says before you can even properly confess. “I’ve loved you for years, I want you so badly.”

He can feel your smile spreading across your face, and he lowers his hand so he can see your entire being brighten up.

You suddenly grab the neckline of his t-shirt, pulling him down to connect his lips with yours in a desperate and clumsy kiss - but everything is still perfect. His lips feel like they mould perfectly into yours, like they were meant to be there, and when you finally feel your lungs desperately begging for air, you break apart.

“I love you too, Kaname.”

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DF!Madara Mikejima x Fem!Reader

ABORT MISSION. You're tasked with getting information and run into someone you shouldn't have. (Originally posted Sep 28th)

Contains : Fem!Reader, smut, mentions of killing, Double Face!Madara, possessiveness, praise kink (good girl, etc), slight size kink (stomach bulge, etc), slight breeding kink, inaccurate lore, not proofread, etc.

A/N : Let me just preface this fic by saying Madara Mikejima makes me incredibly unwell. Some more stuff you should know before reading this is; Madara might be slightly OOC but I tried my best to keep his teasing and carefree personality in there. I also tried to keep the dress up to the reader’s imagination besides being low-cut and has a slit in the side to expose reader’s legs. This is also the first full smut fic I’ve written in a while so I truly apologize if any of the actual smut part is rusty, let me know!

Word Count : 5.5k+

18+ content underneath the cut. By clicking 'Keep Reading' you are knowingly reading content made for people over the age of 18. Read at your own discretion.

This was not how your night was supposed to go.

Not at all.

You weren’t excited about having to meet Gatekeeper in the first place, but orders were orders, and you had dedicated your life to following them. However, it seemed like the rest of the world decided to test the oath you had sworn all that time ago. You look down at your glass of champagne, reminiscing about the beginning of your evening as you avoided eye contact with a certain someone.

Your dress clung to all the right parts of your body to accentuate your curves, the colour of the fabric suited perfectly to compliment your skin tone. Your heels clacked against the cement pathway leading to the huge mansion where hundreds of rich, overpowered men and women of the music industry (and more) would be gathering tonight. What should have been nervousness coursing through your veins was instead replaced by the adrenaline you usually felt during your missions - somehow comforting to you, perhaps a curse to others. You mastered the art of hiding what you truly felt, the shake in your hands long gone by the time you arrived at the huge doors of the mansion.

You could hear the classical music from outside, letting other invitees brush by your shoulder as you repeated the same mantra in your head - you can do this. Truthfully, as much as your brain loved to overthink things, you already knew you could do this. You’ve done it a thousand times before, what’s one more mission to add to the list?

Well, for one, having to initiate contact with Gatekeeper and gather intel is not your ordinary mission, at least for someone like you. Gatekeeper was someone involved beyond the idol world, and you didn’t step out of that boundary… much. He was powerful, well-known, and most importantly, a killer. A nagging voice at the back of your mind rudely reminds you, ‘well, who isn’t?’ and you quickly decide to put an end to those thoughts, instead replacing it with your analytical, observational ones as you finally took your first step inside the building.

Gold decorated the halls, marble columns holding the twenty-foot ceilings up high, intricate designs laid upon them. If you weren’t in such a controversial position, you could’ve possibly enjoyed the architecture and paintings decorating the walls, but now wasn’t the time to think about it.

Now was the time to find a drink and naturally let your well-crafted persona surface - now it was time to infiltrate and gather information on the people you so desperately despise. You walked up to the bar, ordering a glass of champagne for yourself, and you took a seat once the bartender handed you your drink, scanning your surroundings. Everyone was dressed to the nines; you noticed one woman had a pure diamond necklace resting on her neck, surely worth thousands. Her jewellery could put your own to shame, the ones your boss had so generously given you for this specific night, and you knew he spent an incredible amount of money so your costume was as perfect as possible.

You took a sip of your champagne, letting the bubbly drink soothe the rest of your nerves. A nice drink, you thought to yourself, maybe you’ll sneak a bottle back home when you leave. God knows you wouldn’t be able to afford it outside of this place.

“Enjoying yourself?” A voice spoke up from next to you, and you smiled as fate has dealt you a good hand (ironic, you bitterly think now, considering the situation you’re currently in) - next to you stood a tall man with slicked back hair, dressed in an all-black suit and expensive gold rings adorning his fingers.

Gatekeeper.

He’s good-looking, but certainly not your type. A certain brunette came to mind- damn it, brain, this isn’t the time!

“Yes, I am.” You gave him a small, charming smile. “And you?”

“Of course I am,” Gatekeeper chuckled, “I’m surrounded by beautiful music and now I’m in the presence of a beautiful woman. How could I not?”

You patted yourself on the back for not letting your smile waver out of disgust. “Well, it’s a lovely night for such an occasion. You are?”

Granted, you knew everything about him already - or, as much information as there is about him out there. If you truly knew him, you wouldn’t be here.

“Gatekeeper. And you…?” His hand reached out to shake yours, and you gently accepted it.

You gave him the fake name that your boss had given you for the night, and Gatekeeper nodded, smirking. If he had seen you before around ES Square, he didn’t give away that he recognized you - and knowing how careful you’ve been about your true identity, you doubt he had ever even heard of you. “A pleasure.”

“Well, the pleasure is all mine.” He raised his glass of red wine, and you clinked your delicate glass of champagne and gave a small ‘cheers’.

You continued talking about this and that, mostly about the newer idols making their units’ names known. Gatekeeper had an alluring voice, you’re aware, but it doesn’t work on you. He tried to drag you in with his sweet words, and you played along, assumingly falling into the trap he thought he laid out in front of you. However, there was no glint in his eye when he talked about the things he’s apparently ‘passionate’ about - his smile was fake, and the politeness in his voice was void of any true respect towards you. You’re just another pawn in his game, but little did he know you have control of the board.

The conversation flowed smoothly with your perfect lies, the two of you faking each moment spent together. You knew you were getting somewhere when he accidentally dropped the name of someone you recognize - before, he had just been talking about his colleagues anonymously.

Gotcha.

It shouldn’t have been this easy though, and unfortunately, you proved yourself right when you caught a glimpse of a long, green jacket flashing by, and another matching uniform quickly passing by in the hall. To anybody else, they were invisible, perfectly moulding with the picture-perfect, rich environment surrounding you all, but to your keen eye, they were practically glowing.

Double Face was not supposed to be here.

Madara’s green eyes locked onto yours, and you saw the shock on his face before he quickly wiped it off, melting back into his stone-faced look. Shit. Kohaku noticed his reaction, and turned his head in the direction where his companion was staring, his eyes landing on your figure right next to Gatekeeper. Shit, shit, shit.

You frowned right back, but before either of them could look away, you placed your arm on the bar’s high table and tapped the counter repeatedly, without Gatekeeper noticing as he glanced away when someone called his name. Tap tap, pause. Tap tap tap. Pause. Tap. You swear you saw a look of relief wash over Madara’s face, and he nodded, before motioning to Kohaku to follow him, and just like that, they disappeared into the crowd, but you can still feel Madara’s eyes on your body.

Which brings you back to your current predicament.

Gatekeeper turns back to you and notices the way you stare absentmindedly at your champagne.

“Is everything alright?” He asks with faux-concern.

You turn to him, looking at him and give him a perfectly sculpted nervous smile. “Yes, I’m just not used to being in such a big venue with so many people. What am I even supposed to do?”

His calculating eyes seem to ponder your words for a moment - shit, did you slip up? There was no way you could have. However, Gatekeeper merely chuckles and his hand comes up to place itself on your right cheek, cradling it gently. God, you want to throw up. “Don’t worry, my dear. I’ll teach you.”

He places his empty glass of wine on the counter, you following in suit, and leads you to the ballroom, where couples dance together to the classical music the orchestra plays. His hand settles on your waist, the other entangling itself in your own (ugh, is his hand sweaty?), which prompts you to place your free hand on the bicep of his arm holding your waist.

“Do you dance?” He asks you.

“Quite poorly.” You hope you step on his foot.

“Nonsense, nothing a little practice can’t solve.” And with that, he starts to sway to the orchestra, and you play your part of the helpless woman who can’t dance to save her life.

(You’ve taken dance lessons since you were six.)

You continue to dance in your waltz of lies, continuing to talk about the idol life between the two of you - ever since his slip-up, Gatekeeper chooses his words carefully. The alcohol must have loosened his tongue, but the namedrop sobered him up quickly. He was a smart and calculating man, you’ll give him that.

Speaking of smart and calculating men, you can feel the gaze of your favourite one staring right at you, and a subtle glance to the right confirms your suspicions. Madara is still keeping an eye on you, not out of maliciousness, but rather of concern. The small furrow of his brow is familiar to you (he gave you the same look when you accidentally fell off stage during your unit’s practice), and you try to give him the most subtle reassurance you can muster through eye-contact alone. His once crossed arms slowly go back to his side, and he taps his pointer finger against his thigh - alright, he’s saying. But the fire in his eyes is far from dying down. The look on his face sends a shiver down your spine.

The song comes to an end, and with that, so does your dance. You try not to pull away too quickly from your partner, unless you want to give away how eager you are to stop touching him.

“Tonight was lovely,” Gatekeeper says, tucking a stray hair behind your ear, “but duty calls. I hope we will meet again soon.”

Go to hell, is what you want to say, but you hold yourself back. “Thank you for the dance.” And with that, you part ways.

You try to find a quiet place to gather your thoughts and go over the intel you’ve collected thus far from your quiet conversations between the man. Your eagerness to get out of the ballroom keeps you momentarily distracted, and while turning a corner (perhaps too quickly) your face makes contact with a soft wall. You keep your yelp down, a hand smacking right over your mouth.

A soft wall?

Looking up, you lock eyes with the man who has been distracting you all night.

“Mikejima,” you greet, trying not to look too excited upon finally talking to him - keeping your true emotions at bay was hard with him, it seems.

He says nothing back. One of his gloved hands settles on the small of your back, pushing your body completely flush against his, his other hand coming up to the back of your head, tucking it in his neck. Madara’s lips brush against your ear as he leans down to speak words only the two of you can hear.

“You have a lot of explaining to do.” He says, and something in your lower stomach ignites.

You try your hardest to ignore it - if you gave in to your true feelings, he would become a liability, a weakness, somebody who can be used against you in case you ever fall into the wrong hands.

There’s no anger in his eyes when he pulls away from your rather intimate position to look at you, only aggressive concern. In fact, the anger appears when he looks towards the ballroom, and you turn to see him glaring daggers at Gatekeeper, who is now mingling with an older-looking man - the exact man he name-dropped earlier.

“Let’s move someplace else.” Madara gently grabs your hand, dragging you off into the hallway you had turned towards earlier.

“What about Koha–” You start to say, but he interrupts you.

“He’ll be fine.”

Knowing he’s right, you nod, and the two of you set off into the maze of hallways, coming across fewer and fewer people until you’re in a seemingly-abandoned section of the mansion, and Madara opens the door to a lavish-looking bedroom.

He closes the door behind you both, and motions for you to sit on the bed. Hesitantly, you do so - what if he was actually mad, and truly thought you were working alongside Gatekeeper? You’d rather die.

“What were you doing here tonight?” He’s standing right in front of you, arms crossed once again.

The one question you can’t answer.

“Who do you work for?” The brunette asks. He takes one step forward, and it feels like your eyes are permanently locked together as you keep your mouth shut tightly.

Another question you can’t answer.

“...Do you work for Gatekeeper?”

“No.” You immediately say, knowing that you can answer that question.

“Thank god.” Madara sighs out, a small grin on his face. “I knew it, but hearing it from you is a thousand times better.”

It seems that even on a mission, he still holds that carefree personality he tries so hard to uphold.

“What are you doing here?” You ask.

“C’mon, if you can’t answer that, you think I can?”

Your shoulders drop, and you rest your elbows on your thighs, head going slack. You feel like you can finally drop the persona you perfectly crafted for your mission in Madara’s presence, and you can hear him chuckle at your relaxed body language.

“Tough day at work, huh?” He muses, and you let out a small, breathless laugh, raising your head to look at him.

“Something like that, yeah. I feel nearly damn tainted by having his hands on me.” You don’t have to even say his name, because both of you know exactly who you’re talking about. And judging by the frown once again settling on Madara’s gorgeous features, you know he’s not a fan of Gatekeeper in the least.

“I didn’t like him touching you like that.”

It’s hard to not read into his words, but when an attractive man standing right in front of you says that - the same attractive man you’ve been fantasising about for god-knows-how-long and desperately crushing over - your brain nearly goes haywire and you feel yourself warm up.

Your head goes back to resting in your hands, and you can clearly hear Madara’s slow footsteps approaching you. He crouches down to your level so he can look into your eyes. When you make a point of not holding eye contact (curse your stupid brain), his hand grabs ahold of your face and keeps it still. His fingers are pressing against your jaw gently yet firmly, and it feels like electricity zaps down your spine as you see the look in his emerald green eyes - his pupils are nearly completely dilated.

Deciding to test the waters, you ask:

“Touching me like what?” Your cheeks warm up even more at the sound of your meek, desperate voice - Madara must’ve heard that.

He sighs, his eyes closing momentarily as his head drops a bit, his bangs covering his face from your view. He looks back up after a second or two, his messy hair framing his face beautifully, and you feel like you’ve died, gone to heaven and been greeted by an angel. “Never realised you’d be a brat about this.”

“A br–?! Ah!” Your exclamation is quickly interrupted when Madara’s hand leaves your face, instead hooking underneath your thighs so he can make you fall backwards onto the bed, and he quickly crawls on top of you, his strong thighs keeping you in between him.

“You know exactly what he did.” He mutters, and your faces are so close your noses brush against each other. The warmth emanating from him seems to surround you, and your heart beats wildly against your ribcage as you feel your cunt clench around nothing.

Madara’s thumb strokes your bottom lip, letting his touch leave a fiery trail in its wake. Your breath shudders in anticipation, waiting for him to do something, anything, more. Your eyes flutter close, and the man on top of you huffs.

“Look at me.” He demands.

Your eyes snap up to him once you hear the stern tone in his voice, and he smiles at your compliance.

You’ve always been a rather assertive woman, not letting people walk over you as long as you could help it. You know what you want and how to get it, and your missions have always been successful because of your attitude. However, with Madara on top of you, all you can think about is how badly you want to be good for him. You know he’s thinking along the same lines as you as you glance down and see a tent in his dark grey pants.

Your hand reaches out to give him a bit of relief, but before your fingers can brush against his clothed dick, he grabs your hand and pins it above your head. Madara bends down to mouth against your neck, the neckline on your dress exposing your delicate skin and being suggestive enough to leave others wanting to see more.

“Seeing him touching you like that, it pissed me off so much.” You can hear the strain in his voice, his hand tightening around your pinned one. Your free hand comes up to run your fingers through his soft hair before cupping his face, and he gives you a gentle look.

“Mikejima,” You say softly, “It’s a mission. That’s all it is.” Your thumb strokes his face, and he seems to lean into the comforting contact for a moment before he hardens his expression again.

He leans down until his lips are right next to your ear, and you feel goosebumps cover your skin as he continues speaking.

“I know,” he mumbles, “but he should know not to touch what doesn’t belong to him.”

The fire in your lower stomach continues to be fanned by his words, and you clench your thighs together, desperate for some sort of friction to pleasure yourself. Madara’s sensual touches only make you feel more needy for what you crave. You decide to continue to push his buttons, tilting your head in mock-confusion.

“Who do I belong to, then?”

That was the tipping point.

His thigh moves in-between your own, pressing against your clothed cunt and he lets go of your hand to place both of his on your waist, rolling your hips to grind against him. You whimper at the sudden action, your own hands reaching out to grasp his shoulder tightly. You feel his strong muscles clench underneath your touch, and you’re suddenly reminded of how strong Madara really is. He could easily use his strength to snap your neck, but instead he’s using it to keep your body flush against his own.

He leans down to nip at your neck, finding your sweet spot quickly as your moans get louder and more desperate, and you feel his teeth bite down hard enough to leave a mark in a very obvious spot for everyone to see. He clearly wants to imprint the message in your mind - you belong to him.

Madara moves to take the strap of your dress off of your shoulder so he can leave more bruises along your collarbone and shoulder, his hand slipping from your waist to cup your breast and give it a firm squeeze. Your breath gets caught in your throat, and you start moving your own hips against his thigh desperately.

“Are you so desperate for me you’re gettin’ off of my thigh?” You feel his warm breath against your skin along with his lips curling into a smile.

Your face feels like it’s on fire as you shake your head, embarrassed. “‘M not…”

“No need to be shy, baby,” he chuckles, “tell me what I wanna hear, and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

Madara’s hand wanders down as he speaks, trailing down to your thigh and disappearing in between the cut of the dress that exposes your leg. His touch sets your body ablaze, his fingers finally brushing against the area where you need him most. He traces the lace of your underwear before letting his hand cup your heat, and stops all movement as he looks at you expectantly.

What he wants to hear?

He taps a finger against you as you take too long to reply, and you jolt at the sudden contact of his finger against your clit - the light touch leaves you wanting more. He gives you a disappointed look, nearly giving you puppy eyes, and you panic internally as you feel him start to pull away.

“Well, I guess you didn’t want this, then...” The hand that cupped your breast moves to cup his own erection instead, the outline of his dick clear against his tight pants. In the dim light of the room, you can kind of see how big he is.

“No-!” You say quickly and desperately, yet mindful to keep your voice down in case anybody did come into this part of the mansion. “Please, I need you so badly.”

“Say it then,” he says, unbuckling the belt around his waist. It’s at that moment that you realise that his long, green jacket (you think to yourself that it counts as a cape) had been removed previously - you must’ve been too distracted to notice. “Tell me who you belong to.”

Oh.

You know your panties are ruined now.

Your body feels like a furnace as you try to muster the courage to say the words he wants to hear.

“Mikejima, I belong to you.”

“Don’t call me that.”

What?

You think for a moment before you realise - he wants you to call him by his first name.

“I’m yours, Madara.” You say confidently. You realise it’s the first time you’ve ever called him that.

He groans happily, fully taking his belt off and loosening the tie around his neck. Madara rewards your answer by running his fingers through your wet folds, covering them with your own arousal. The movement of his hand is restricted by your underwear, which he impatiently rips off of your body.

“Hey! I liked those.” You whine.

“Aw, that’s too bad,” he gives you a fake pout before he speaks again, “but if you keep whinin’, I’ll use it as a gag to shut you up. You want that?”

As hot as it sounds at the moment, you shake your head - you want to feel his lips against yours, and having a gag in your mouth would prevent that. Madara smiles at your willingness and carelessly throws your ruined panties to the other side of the room. He continues undressing himself until he’s shirtless, his toned, strong body on display for you to appreciate. He moves the two of you further up the bed until your head is comfortably resting against the soft pillows, your hair splayed out around you. Your lover climbs back on top of you, strong arms keeping you caged underneath him - in that moment, with your eyes hazy, lips parted in a silent pant, you look like an angel to him.

Madara’s hand goes to the small of your back, lifting it up so he can find the zipper. He slowly takes your dress off, careful not to let his eagerness get in the way.

“Oh, so ripping the panties is fine, but the dress is off limits?” You cock an eyebrow, and he laughs lightly in reply.

“Seeing you in this drove me crazy,” he admits, “I wanted to fuck you then and there when I saw you.”

His words make your cunt clench around nothing again, and your whine nearly sounds like a moan. Once your dress is fully off, he tosses it on the ground, and his hands are immediately on you once more.

Madara kisses you, his lips fitting perfectly against your own. His fingers trail down towards your wet cunt, once again gathering your slick before he finally pushes a finger into you. You moan, and he takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth, tangling it with your own. Your head feels fuzzy from the stimuli as he thrusts his fingers inside your warm pussy, your juices running down his hand and onto the mattress underneath the two of you. Your thighs start shaking and your body jolts at his touches, and Madara wears a proud smirk on his face, removing his fingers from you. He holds them up to your mouth, waiting.

“Be a good girl and clean them.” You obediently listen, opening your mouth and letting your tongue wrap around his wet fingers, sucking them clean. He removes them from your mouth with a ‘pop’, and lets his head drop to lean against your shoulder and mumbles, “So good for me, huh?”

He sucks another hickey on your skin, and you nod your head.

“Yes- yes, only for you.” Your voice sounds breathless and needy, making Madara chuckle. “‘Dara, please, I need more.”

“Whaddya want?” He teases you, but he’s already taking his pants and boxers off, revealing his thick, long cock. He’s impossibly hard, leaking precum, and you feel your mouth water. He snaps his fingers in your face, bringing you back into the present.

What is it with this constant teasing? You complain about it in your head, but your body has a different reaction - you feel yourself grow more aroused, if possible.

“I… I want you.” You say quietly.

“What’s that? I couldn’t hear ya.” He rubs the tip of his dick along your folds and you both shudder at the feeling, but stops moving to await your answer.

“I want you, Madara.” But it’s not quite enough.

“C’mon, speak up. Aren’t you supposed to be my good girl?”

Fuck, you’re desperate to feel him inside of you at this point. You push your embarrassment aside, wanting- no, needing to cum.

“Please, Madara, I need you so bad!” You shut your eyes as you beg. “I need you to fill me up, ple-”

He finally pushes his cock inside of you, your slick making it easy. You both sigh in relief, but your sigh turns into a loud moan at the feeling of his size inside of you - he’s so big and he feels so fucking good, you’ve never felt so full before.

Madara isn’t faring any better; your warm walls suck him in so easily, cunt drooling around him, and he’s trying so hard not to snap and fuck you into the bed. But the sight of his dick disappearing into you is driving him insane, and he sees a slight bulge coming out of your stomach. Out of curiosity, he places a hand down on it, and nearly folds when he feels you tightening up around him and moaning.

“Fuck, (Y/N), you feel so good.” Madara says, sounding quite breathless himself. All he wants to do is fill you up with his cum, to see you leak his seed, to have everyone know that you’re his and he’s yours.

If he isn’t careful, he knows he’ll get carried away.

“Please, please move- please,” you beg more, “fuck- you’re so big-”

He starts thrusting slowly, your body getting used to his sheer size - you know you’ve been ruined for any other man. Nothing will satisfy you the way Madara can.

You get lost in the pleasure, but it’s still not enough to bring you to your end. There’s a certain itch at the back of both of your minds that neither of you can’t quite pinpoint, and one particularly hard thrust from Madara makes you moan out - loudly.

“M’dara, need you to fill me up,” you say without thinking, “wanna feel you cum inside-”

The man on top of you stills, processing your words. Shit, you think you’ve fucked up. However, his hand places itself on your stomach, right where your womb is, before speaking.

“You want me to fill you up here?” He asks, and you nod your head vigorously.

Something snaps inside of Madara, and he suddenly continues his movements, but more quickly and desperately. His hips snap against you, his dick angled perfectly to hit your g-spot continuously, and you nearly scream his name.

“Careful baby, there are still people - fuck - here. You want them to hear you?” He says through his breathlessness, but you’re too focused on the intense pleasure you’re feeling. “You want everyone to know who’s fucking you this good?”

If your lover was being honest with himself, he wants people to hear you.

“N-no!” You exclaim.

Your brain feels muddled, drool seeping out of the corner of your mouth - all you can focus on is Madara’s cock filling your insides. His hand moves down slightly on your stomach, and he feels his cock moving around in you, pressing down to make you tighten up like you did earlier. Sure enough, he gets the same reaction, and he knows he’s approaching his end.

“Fuck - you’re gonna take all my cum like a good girl, aren’t ya?” Madara says, and he thrusts deeper than before, hitting a spot that even you haven’t reached before.

“Yes, yes- I will, I’ll be good for you, only you!” You babble.

Through his delirious pleasure, he remembers earlier that night - seeing you in your dress, talking to Gatekeeper while he flirted with you - he nearly walked over to fuck you in front of everyone to show he’s the only one who can make you feel that good, he’s the one that gets to feel your pussy wrap around his cock perfectly like you’re made for each other. His calm and collected demeanour from the earlier mission seems like a joke to him now.

“You’re so amazing,” he continues, “so fuckin’ beautiful, I just wanna fill you up…”

The thought of filling you up with his seed, and it actually taking makes him nearly cum then and there. To imagine your belly round, breasts plump and heavy with milk gets a weak whimper out of the back of his throat, and your legs tighten around his waist as he starts pounding you into the bed.

You tighten up around his thick length even more at his praise, and he knows that you’re getting close as you start to moan his name, begging endlessly and becoming more careless about your volume. When he leans down to level his lips to your ear, you know you’re a goner.

“Come for me, my love.” You cry out, your pussy clamping down around him, your juices gushing out. The feeling triggers Madara’s own orgasm as well, pouring his hot load into you as you milk him dry. He pumps every single last drop into your tight cunt, and there’s just so much that it makes you whimper, feeling it drip in between your thighs and land on the mattress, mixing in with your own fluids.

You catch your breath, Madara hesitantly pulling out, letting his body drop next to yours on the bed. You feel more of his cum leaking out of you, and the brunette tuts disappointedly, his fingers scooping the excess liquid and fingering it back into you, careful not to overstimulate you - you shiver anyways, your thighs shaking violently and he finally pulls his fingers out once he’s sure he’s done a good job.

You both turn on your sides to look at each other, the smell of sweat and sex wafting throughout the room. The moment is quiet and tender as you look into each other’s eyes, Madara smiling softly at you.

“You did so well.” He says, tucking some of your hair behind your ear - his touch is nothing like Gatekeeper’s, and you feel safe in Madara’s arms. “Let’s get you dressed so we can get out of here, shall we?”

He helps you get back into your dress after he gets back into uniform, and you leave your ruined panties behind. Your legs are shaky as you walk towards the main door, and you try not to walk too stiffly - but also not casually enough where other people can see the trail of Madara’s cum seeping down your thigh. You both walk out the doors, and let out a deep sigh of relief at the same time.

You look at each other, and there’s silent understanding between the two of you - finally, your mission is over.

(After the party is over, Gatekeeper tries not to question the ripped panties in the corner of one of his guest rooms.)

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