Fucker – Kisaki Tetta x Fem!Reader

**This oneshot doesn’t follow any of the TokRev timelines and has Kisaki around the age of 22. Reader is around the same age. 

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You looked up as you came to the pedestrian bridge.

He was there, arms draped over the rail, leaning down on his elbows as he watched the traffic flow underneath, a thin line of smoke curling up from the cigarette between his lips.

You froze.

This had happened so many times before that you already knew what was going to happen.

He would sweet talk you with the bare minimum of words, fuck you in a side alley, then be gone for who know how long until he needed you again… then he would be back.

You looked back the way you had come, the light from passing car headlights flickering along the darkened path that you had just walked down.

Letting a small huff of air from your nostril, you turned your head back to look at him ahead of you.

“It’s a crime for such an asshole to be so hot,” you thought, scrunching your nose up with distain, but also annoyance that your heart was starting to beat faster at the thought of what was going to happen, “I’m gonna just try and walk past.”

Confidently, you gripped onto your shoulder bag strap and took a step towards him, making your way up onto the bridge.

Kisaki turned his head towards you, the cigarette sticking out from between his half smirking lips.

Your stomach flipped when his steel blue eyed gaze fell on you- his look piercing right through you.

“Why are you here?” You asked through gritted teeth as you got closer to him.

He reached his right hand to his mouth and took a drag on the ciggy before pulling it away, a thin stream of smoke following in its wake as he pushed the hazy nicotine laced tendril from his lips. 

“You know why I’m here,” he replied finally, with zero emotion, his gaze remaining steadfast on you as his intentions bore into your soul.

You shook your head slowly and stepped to the side to go around him but he put his arm out and stopped you.

“You know you’re not going past me,” he said again, staring into the side of your face, since you were refusing to look at him.

“You do this all the time…” you said in a stunted voice, voice box ceasing to work properly.

“I need you,” he said, using that lower register that made your inner simp for this man, groan.

“You only need me when it suits you,” you shot back, choosing then to look at him.

He remained expressionless. You had never seen him in any other state than calm and collected. He had never arched up or yelled or anything like that. That just wasn’t him.

His top lip pulled into a narcissistic smirk, the light from the cars below glinting in his left earring.

You loved that fucking earring. It was so hot.

Fuck him.

How did he hold so much power over you?!

You swallowed thickly as you stared into his smug face. You could feel yourself slipping… you were falling again. Your core was clenching and your mind was replaying every time he had fucked you senseless, smacked you on the ass, and sent you home satisfied. 

“This way.” He suddenly spoke, jerking his head to the other side of the bridge and you just followed like a kitty being promised some dinner.

Well… I mean… pussy was definitely about to be fed (Smirk face) so there was no lie there.

Into the side alley he led you.

It was completely blacked out in that alley but you didn’t need sight anymore, the rest was all based on feeling.

His hands found your sides very quickly and you were pushed, back first, up against the brick wall on one side of the building and your arms were grabbed and pinned either side of your head.

Before you had a chance to catch up, his mouth was on yours.

Now, here’s the plot twist.

You had been in this on and off relationship with him for 3 years now so you knew how his body worked. You knew how he kissed. It was all so familiar. 

The familiarity of it all lit you up and your clit throbbed in your work pants, begging to be rubbed and touched so you wrestled your arms free of his grip and grabbed for his hips, pushing yours against him so you could roll your pelvis against the bulge in his pants.

You knew how big he was and you needed him desperately. He had started this session and so you wanted to finish it.

“Just fuck me already,” you whispered seductively into his ear as you bit down on his earlobe, your teeth catching a bit of the metal from his earring in there.

Kisaki wasn’t one for unnecessary words so he just followed orders, giving you the illusion of being in control.

His hands were on your belt, then down your pants, his index finger seeking out and finding your clit with ease and rubbing it before sliding further down between your legs and pushing up inside you.

You reached over his shoulders and gripped your fingertips into his shirt, letting out a needy moan as you rolled your hips against his hand.

Slipping a second finger up inside you, he fingered you for a bit, gauging how wet you were- and seeing that you were ready to go, he then pulled his fingers out, yanked your pants down, spun you around, and unzipped his pants.

You were only too willing to slap your hands to the brick wall and arch your back like you were trying to break yourself in two. You wanted all of him inside you NOW.

Kisaki dragged his length from his pants and pushed the head of his dick in between your hot pussy lips, keeping his groan in check as he sheathed himself inside your tight hole.

He wasn’t a stranger to rough sex and quite enjoyed the first few, somewhat dry, thrusts until your slick had coated his entire length.

Feeling around in the dark, he reached for your neck and slipped his hand around to the front to grip your windpipe.

He knew that when he started to fuck you harder, that you would start calling out your pleasure and he didn’t want that. He couldn’t afford for someone to come and investigate the noises and interrupt his session. He had waited on that bridge for 2 hours to get some of your sweet pussy.

Finding your windpipe, he grabbed onto it and then pushed roughly up into you.

He heard a faint sound from you, but the feeling of your wetness around his cock was dimming his senses to everything else.

Back he pulled his hips, dragging his cock out of you a little way, before pushing back in.

This is why he just couldn’t let you go.

He had screwed around with many different women… but there was just something about your body that drove him wild.

Drunk on you, he made sure to keep you quiet while he used you, suddenly picking the pace right up and railing you senseless.

He was sweating in no time flat as his hips bucked wildly and your juices ran down the insides of your thighs.

He couldn’t see much in the dark, but he could feel your body was overcome with his pleasure.

He never cared if you came or not, it was all about him anyway… not you. But even though he never took care of your release, you always did cum, so that just boosted his ego. 

As his body started to get ready for the climactic dismount, he felt your legs quiver and a raspy cry leak from between your trembling lips.

“She’s done…” he thought, letting your windpipe go and pulling out of you, just as you took a gasping breath in and hung your head forwards- panting ferociously.

His cock bounced and ached, pumping cum onto the back of your bare legs; onto your work pants that were crumpled around your ankles; and a little on the alleyway flooring.

Completed, he pulled his pants up, smacked you on the ass, turned, and left, leaving you there still trying to recover from that heavenly fucking.

“I’m never letting him do that again,” you promised yourself, knowing full well that you were looking forward to seeing him again in another few weeks time.

~ END ~

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