You’re Next
Baji x (fem) reader || WC 1359
18+ Content! Minors DO NOT interact. I will check and block all ageless blogs!
TW: Bathroom Quickie with a fem reader, light choking, nothing too crazy
A/N: I shouldn’t have to say this but since people like to act like it’s not obvious nowadays, Baji is alive and EVERYONE in the story is a consenting adult. We deserved Baji at Pah’s Wedding and I’m here to deliver. This was supposed to just be a causal Drabble, whoops.
No thoughts just Baji at Pah’s wedding, hiking your dress up as you suffocate him in kisses, stealing air like the only lifeline you need to survive is each other.
You’re frantically unhooking the belt around his dress pants as he’s maneuvering you up higher against the counter, lifting a leg of yours to give him the access needed to fuck you properly in this small private restroom of the banquet hall that Pah had certainly paid thousands for. He has a strong hand grasping at the back of your neck while the other is crawling its way down your inner thigh, stopping only when he can push the thin, lacey fabric of your panties to the side. A strangled gasp escapes you as soon as you feel his fingers tease up your already dripping slit. Smirking into the kiss, pleased with the response he’s quickly eliciting from your body, he’s ready to hurry up and get inside you.
His fingers quickly begin to stretch you out around them when you finally manage to free his hard, throbbing cock. Pumping harshly up and down, you make sure to trail a thumb over the head, collecting the bead of precum already building up. You’re in just as much of a hurry, if not more, as he is to just feel him already. The memo is quickly received by the way you aggressively pull his hand away and begin teasing yourself with his cock, sliding it up and down your exposed core. Baji, not one to willingly give up control too often without a fight, smacks your hand away, taking matters into his own hands and rapidly slapping your clit with his shaft, until your mouth is reluctantly hanging open against his kiss.
“Say please,” he demands as if he isn’t in here swallowing the fact that he was the one in the wrong in the first place. Baji knows damn well that he should be apologizing for the way he chewed you out about buying this dress he deemed too expensive for a wedding that isn’t even yours. This godforsaken, but too sexy for him to hate, dress that brings out the color in your eyes, exposes your radiant, glowing skin and accents the tone of it perfectly. It hugs every curve and leaves his imagination craving to see even more. He knows he should be thanking the heavens that you’re even still attending the event with him but the way you’re already creaming at his touch has him forgetting his manners.
Baji isn’t the only one losing a grip on the reality of your situation, a fact that is obvious to him by the betrayal of your own lips as they mindlessly whisper out a, “Please Keisuke.” He wastes no time thinking of the trivial matter of the dress any longer, quickly pulling away from your kiss and bringing a hand to the back of your head to guide your gaze downwards. He knows you know what to do by now, so he waits patiently for you to spit onto his cock that is pulsing against your clit, eager to hurry up and get inside you. The second he feels your saliva drip onto him he releases your head, using his fist to steady his member and slide in with a carnal groan.
Recalling where the two of you are, he tries to remember to keep some discretion but that thought doesn't last long. You’re whining out uncontrollably when he finds his way all the way in, filling you to the brim with his thick cock like you’re certain no other man ever could. Hearing how good he’s making you feel, he doesn’t have it in him to care if anyone finds out what happens behind closed doors anymore. Baji begins thrusting into you, gripping harshly onto the sink counter for added support. The force at which he is pounding into you is quickly making you clench tightly around him, not even hearing your own moans filling the tiny room. He bites his lip feeling the grip you have tangled in his long half up, half down locks. The relentless speed he’s keeping has your pelvis going numb and you have a hand on the wall besides you, desperately trying to keep you from falling back into the mirror behind you.
The angle he has you hoisted at is helping him brush your g-spot with every thrust, making you shamelessly grip at him, trying desperately to pull him in for more. It’s cute, he thinks, how much you end up begging him, without so much as a single coherent word, to completely abuse you and your tight little hole. There is no need to beg when he is more than willing to oblige, but you do it anyway, since nothing else exists in this moment other than you, him, and the orgasm you know all too well he can send coursing through you. Your eyes roll back in pleasure while you wrap a leg around him, digging your heel into the small of his back. It’s getting animalistic at this point, and he lets out a hiss, bringing a fist around your throat, groaning out and fighting to make eye contact with you so he can reprimand you for your greediness.
“Babe, if you keep doing that,” his grips on the counter slips slightly, “I’m going to cum.” His warning falls on deaf ears with you fucked too stupid to fully take in what he’s saying.
“Yes Kei, yes!” you call out, still pulling him in as close as you could possibly get him. “Please. Wanna cum all over your cock right now. Please!”
“Fuck, you always do beg so pretty for me,” he angles his hips slightly, praising you into exactly where he wants you. “You want to cum all over my cock? Then you better take every bit I give you. Don’t lose a single drop.You can do that for me, can’t you?”
Feeling too good to even speak now, you frantically scratch at your grip on him, nodding and muttering “yes” again and again. With an almost painfully deep thrust, Baji has you cumming around him in no time, the lewd sight bringing him to his own brink of pleasure. Riding out both of your highs, Baji continues his thrusts, until he’s doubled over from overstimulation against you, the both of you crashing down from the wave that just hit you full force. Catching your breath, he peppers kisses all over you, helping you to your feet. The two of you look at the sight in the mirror and try your best to compose yourselves enough to head back to your table at the reception, along with the other leading members of Toman and their dates.
Back at the table, luck would have it that everyone was so deep in conversation, your sudden reappearance together would not become a topic of discussion. That held true until Hina brought up the question of who in the group would tie the knot next. As if on cue, the whole table snapped their heads to the direction of you and Baji, a knowing look on all their faces.
“I would say it seems like the two of you are next!” Pah’s gorgeous new wife laughed out, tipsy from the celebrations of their own union.
“And when we fuck during the reception of your wedding, I don’t want to hear a word, Baji,” Pah glared out, causing Peh and the others to howl out in laughter. “You better not have broken anything in there, or you’re paying for it!”
Baji’s hand resting on your thigh gave a squeeze when he noticed you hiding your expression with your champagne glass. “If anything broke, it’s that animal’s fault,” he laughed out as smug as can be, gesturing his head towards you and reaching for his own champagne in front of him.
You practically choked on your champagne at his instant admittance to your escapades in the bathroom moments prior, “Keisuke!”
“Assuming she doesn’t kill him first,” Pah’s wife added, earning a laugh of agreeance from everyone at the table around you.
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