Shidou Ryusei

Was it just him or was the temperature going up? He suddenly felt like he was baking in an oven— was he having a heat stroke? Was it already his time to go to hell? Grumbling under his breath, Shidou shrugged off his expensive blazer, tugged at the collar of his dress shirt irritably, yet it wasn’t just the heat that was bothering him.

There was an ache in his abdomen that just wouldn’t go away. The moment he felt it, he knew what was going on. He was fucking horny, if the huge tent in his pants wasn’t indication enough. He knew he had a higher libido than most, but to suddenly be turned on in such a setting was strange.

Around him were people in formal attires mingling together. The clink of glasses resonated everywhere alongside people’s chatter and soft music that was completely boring. He had gotten roped into attending a charity event by his PR manager, who thought that his public image needed to be improved. Shidou thought it was complete bullshit, but the promise of a night of revelry sealed the deal. That, and he was allowed to bring a plus-one, which, in this case, was you— his perfect little fuckbuddy. Who was he to pass on the opportunity to see you all dressed up?

Except that now, when he needed you the most, you were nowhere to be seen. He stared at the dregs of orange at the bottom of his glass, frowning. Was the stupid drink spiked? With an aphrodisiac, of all things? The need for release was becoming almost painful and if Shidou didn’t like pain, he would have probably gone crazy by now. He slammed the glass down on the bar counter, slid off his booth, and wove through the crowd. He finally spotted you, chatting with a stranger he didn’t care to know the name off. He marched up to you, hooked his arm around your shoulders and without giving you an explanation, dragged you away, leaving the stranger staring at you in complete shock and confusion. The two of you attracted a lot of stares, but since most people knew of his.. character, nobody bothered to intervene.

The crisp night air did little to alleviate the warmth he felt.

“Fuck. Feel like i’m gonna burst.” His voice was more strained than usual, his fingers digging into your shoulder. You reached his car, and Shidou yanked open the backseats’ door, unceremoniously pushing you inside with an almost feral intensity. He slammed the door shut and got on top of you. Strands of blond dyed pink framed his face. In the dim glow of the moonlight, his teeth glinted pearly white as he grinned down at you.

He began making quick work of your clothes; sending buttons flying and tearing through fabric and while he did so, he humped you like a dog in heat.

“Ya gon’ be good for me, yeah?” He lifted your leg over his shoulder. “Forget about the fucking safe words. I’m takin’ what i want and you’ll give it to me.”