a class reunion gets a little kinkier with a forbidden relationship
male!dom, rough sex, biting, oral, dildo, a little bit of public play, heavy degradation, penetration, breeding kink, overstimulation, spanking, light pet play
A reunion dinner party, a pleasant night really. Full of laughs, drinks, jokes- its almost perfect. He's been ignoring you all night, but what else would he do? What did you expect? After all, it was exactly like this in high school as well. He never gave you the light of day, or so you thought.
If he treated you any different right now, would anyone know? Would anyone question what happened in the 3 years since you two graduated?
You sip on your beer, letting all the chatter fade into background noise. There are some faces you recognize and some that you don't, not that it mattered. Because at the end of it all, your eyes kept drifting back to him. At the end of the table, a familiar scrunched face that still radiates a strong aura that someone attracts everyone's attention but diverts everyone's intentions.
His eyes almost catch your gaze, but you're quick to distract yourself, a hard gulp of alcohol forcing itself down your throat. Everyone seems so happy around you, catching up on who works where and who knows who but these vague memories don't benefit you in any way.
You pick your legs out from underneath the table, wiping off your clothes as you stand up?
"Y/N? Where are you going?" an old classmate asks you as you fail to silently exit the vicinity.
"Just need a breath air," you dismiss.
"Make sure you don't throw up out there, 'kay?" he laughs, missing the dramatic roll of your eyes. If anything, he was going to be the one going home black out drunk at the rate the was chugging drinks.
The moment you step outside, a calm ambiance suddenly surrounds you. You close your eyes as you take a deep breath of tainted air, smoke lingering from some people nearby. It wouldn't be long till he came out now.
You don't even question who the figure behind you is when you hear the click of the door. It's him.
He moves beside you but your head doesn't turn. His fingers are teasingly dancing at the bottom of your dress. It's painfully obvious what his intentions are.
"You better get back in there," he grumbles, the opposite hand digging into his pocket. "Holdin' it in?" and you don't answer. The only way he would believe you is if he checked for himself.
The two of you stare ahead, as if not even engaging in conversation. His rough hands trail the back of your thighs before coming to your heated center. You wait patiently as he grabs the base of the dildo that's barely slipped out more than a few centimeters since he's put it in, over an hour ago.
"Not bad," a mockery of a compliment. And as if a reward, he shoves it back all the way in, putting you back at the starting line. Your body stiffens with the sudden push of the torturous toy but nonetheless, you hold onto it for dear life.
That's right. Three years after graduation, you are now in a secret relationship with Kyotani Kentaro, standing nude underneath your dress with a dildo stuffed into you at your class reunion- perfect.
You maintain your composure but fail to conceal the beads of sweat on the back on your neck. "I'm going in first. Only three more hours," he states, as if counting down the seconds for your sake. How thoughtful of him.
Cold air fills your lungs once more before you muster he courage to step back in, putting on a masquerade of a face.
As you step back inside, everything resumes, the laughs, the drinks, the jokes. You take your seat silently, eyeing the boy at the other end of the table. Only three more hours.
