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m-ayo-o · 8 months

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vice and virtue

18+ // ex boyfriend Kisuke // female reader 18+ you’ve been hanging out, but he took you off guard tonight age gap // manipulation // unprotected sex // oral // “kitten” wc 2000

You were a student, he was the strange, pervy shopkeeper.

You honestly thought there was nothing more to it. Sure, he’s gorgeous, confident and funny, but he’s also much older than you, and left such a weird first impression.

Despite this, you got to know him and dated for nearly two years, ending up parting ways when you moved back home after university, forcing a distance on your relationship.

But after travelling, returning to save money and submitting countless applications, you’ve finally landed a great job. Your connections in your old university town worked in your favour, so you decide to move back and find your own place to live, excited to start this new chapter.

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You allowed yourself to believe it was mere coincidence when you bumped into each other on your first night back. He’s just so casual about it, asking, “sorry, are you ok, miss?” when your shoulders brush past each other, pretending not to realise who you are until he looks up at you, “oh...[name]?”

You’re not fooled by the surprised look on his face. You know he can sense your presence from miles away. You can’t believe he waited this long, to be honest.

But he couldn’t just show up at your new place. He had to at least feign normality, bumping into you outside the supermarket when you were late night shopping.

But in reality, you’re relieved to see him, a familiar face in this old town. Of course, you’ve been trying your best to keep it to yourself– it would be insufferable if he found out just how happy you are to see him.

Despite your best efforts, you know Kisuke has realised after numerous “meet ups” and “hang outs” that you’re glad to be back, the possibility of resuming your relationship growing by the day.

Most of your encounters have been fairly laid back, meeting after work, having drinks, then he’d walk you home through the park.

You try to ignore the feelings that are resurfacing and spreading, taking hold with every flirty comment and casual touch.

You’ve always wanted to believe that the light outshines the dark with Kisuke, but realistically, you often can’t place his intentions.

During your relationship you came to understand that Kisuke doesn’t exactly play by the rules, and sure, he was a little manipulative at times.

But you can’t deny that you’ve missed him, enjoying the incredible rush it gives you to speak to him again. After all those years he’s still the same; facetious, quick witted, observant.

And yes, of course he’s gorgeous, and he knows it. But the way he looks at you… his eyes lingering where they really shouldn’t– it makes you realise he has a certain power over you.

After getting the message that you at least want to spend time with him, he’s decided to take things up a notch, but you weren’t quite prepared for his next move.

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Nostalgia hits you so hard when you see him perching on your windowsill, giving you a little smile when you turn to face him, sensing his presence, “you missed me?”

You hold yourself, feeling exposed in your skimpy pyjama set, as if he hasn’t seen you like this before. How long has he been watching?

He steps in, ignoring your hesitation and making himself at home.

He has a way with his words, so charming and persuasive, you swear he could get away with murder.

“Kisuke,” you settle on the arm of the sofa as he lays back comfortably, “what are you doing here?”

“Just…” he tilts his head up, giving you a big grin, “visiting the prettiest girl in town.”

Your face shows obvious irritation, grumbling as you get up and walk to the kitchen. You forget how cheesy he can be sometimes.

It’s now that you’re facing away from him that he speaks up, his voice a little lower, “I’m glad you’re back.”

“Me too,” you reply, partly satisfied with his answer as you get a glass of water

“Are you not happy to see me?” he asks, his mischievous eyes peering at you from under his hat.

“Well, I–” you start, sitting on the edge of the sofa again, folding your arms, “tonight– I’m just surprised, that's all. The way you showed up outside my window…” you trail off, a smile playing at your lips as your eyes find his.

He returns your gaze, “Glad you remember, anyway.”

You just sigh and take another sip of water, trying to keep your cool. Of course you remember.

He edges closer to you, his hand reaching out to tug on your cute socks, “Because I remember,” he continues, “I remember it all.”

He studies the frilly material, his fingers twiddling and toying as he speaks.

“I remember…” he tilts his head up, his eyes flicking to yours, “what we used to do together.”

You can’t help the way your stomach twists up at his words. And he can’t help his hands tracing up your legs.

Now that he has his hands on you, your body feels frozen in place. Part of you begs to flee, another urges you to stay.

But you know it’s too late.

If Kisuke wants something, he’s going to get it.

He’s going to ask for it nicely, with flirting and compliments, or he’s going to take it, using more coercive, manipulative methods.

He doesn’t mind either way.

The dangerous thing is, you find it hard to tell the difference.

“You remember all that too, right?” you hear his voice again over your rushing thoughts.

You nod and squirm under his gaze, your legs wriggling in a feeble attempt to free yourself.

“It felt good, didn’t it?” he whispers over your bare leg, making you shiver.

You can’t deny it. He knows his way round your body like the back of his hand. You’ve never met anyone before or since who’s made you feel like he did.

“Kisuke…” you give him a look of warning, “we shouldn’t…”

He only inches closer, his lips pressing over your shin as he sits below you.

You try to pull away, only to find his hands circling around your ankles, keeping you seated on the arm of the sofa.

He mutters your name and kisses up to your knee.

“You know it’ll feel good, and you’ve missed me, hm?” he coos, taking his hat off with a ruffle of his hair, looking up at you almost endearingly.

His timing is immaculate as always, showing off his pretty grey eyes and blonde mop of hair right before you were about to edge away completely.

But that would’ve meant he lost, and that’s not going to happen.

“I haven’t changed too much, have I?” he asks, a hand running through his hair with a smile and a laugh.

You know what he’s doing, and it’s working.

Your hand almost instinctively reaches out to stroke his hair, faltering slightly, then bringing him in closer.

He’s got you. Your hands on him are a sure sign, clear as day, that you want him.

His lips seal over you again, his eyes studying your every reaction as he parts your legs, working up your thighs.

Your hands just remain entangled in his messy blonde hair, impulsively pulling him closer.

He crooks an eyebrow, smirking over your inner thigh as his eyes find your cute pyjama shorts.

He strips you and dives between your legs right where you’re sitting, smiling over you.

He’s won. The game is over. Now he can enjoy his sweet prize.

And in all honesty, you haven’t felt like this in… years. Probably since you were last with Kisuke. Nobody else has compared.

It’s just the way he eats you so… unashamedly. There’s no hesitation– it’s not as if he’s rushing. He can take it slow if you ask, it’s just the lack of inhibition and pure enjoyment he gets from making you feel good.

Once he’s satisfied with how wet and messy you’re getting he pulls away, his tongue licking up to your clit teasingly. He stands, licks his lips and finally places a kiss on yours.

You smile into his kiss, finding it amusing that he managed to kiss your pussy before your mouth. He seems to agree, a chuckle escaping as he opens up to feel your tongue working into his mouth.

Finally, you taste each other again. You can’t help the grin spreading over your face as you pull away, reveling in the familiar sweet flavours on his tongue.

There’s no chance he’s missing the pink in your cheeks right now. He stares down at your smile and returns his own, your hands finding his chest.

“Been so long…” you murmur quietly.

“I know baby, c’mere, let me make you feel good, ok?” as if he’s asking politely, taking your hand in his, soon finding your bedroom in your new apartment.

He’s got you right where he wants you, stripped and splayed out on your bed, looking all cute and defenseless.

He discards his clothes, revealing his muscular, toned body and hard length, climbing over and pushing into you in seconds. You’re both just so impatient, pulling each other closer.

You don’t know why you hesitated so much in the first place. Maybe it was just part of the game you two love playing.

He loves it when you play hard to get, trying to deny him, and you love it when he convinces you to have sex with him.

But now he’s inside you, he’s got you letting out cute little whimpers of his name, wishing you let him have you the first night you arrived back.

“Aw, did my pretty girl miss me, hm?” he coos, pushing your leg back to get deeper.

You try to convince yourself that you’ve just missed his body, the pleasure he’s giving you right now. But you know it’s not just that.

You nod in defeat, looking down at where he’s repeatedly entering you.

“S’ok, girl, you’re back with me now, yeah?” he mutters over your lips as you get dangerously close to your release.

He’s planting this idea in your mind now, knowing you’ll have pleasurable memories when he starts convincing you to get back together with him.

But in actual fact, he’s been working on that since the day you arrived back in town.

“‘m with you,” you nod and look up at him with those gorgeous, wide eyes that he’s missed so much– those eyes you give him when you’re basically begging to cum over him, “Kisuke–”

He gets nice and rough, hearing his name from your lips, “fuck– you gonna cum f’ me, kitten?” his voice is soft in your ear, delivering that pet name you completely forgot about.

Your body arches up, your eyes rolling back as you squeeze his length, the details flooding your mind.

Maybe he’s just allowing you to remember everything at the right moment, building a full picture back gradually to ensure you don’t get scared off.

“Remember that now, hm?” he questions as your hips grind up to his, your orgasm pulsing through you for what feels like minutes, “mm, remember how I had you trained so nicely?”

Fuck. He had you wrapped around his little finger.

And he’s doing it again. He’s got you cumming over his dick and nodding blindly, agreeing to stay with him and let him use you whenever he wants, effortlessly bending your will for his own benefit.

But he can’t help it. It’s what he does best.

And now he’s got his pretty girl taking his cum without question. He smiles and kisses up your neck and cheek, to your lips, praising and holding you, feeling pleased with himself.

He's got you back.

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