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Rohan always considered himself to be a peculiar person. Not in the obvious sense that each person is different in their own way. He was, of course, already bizarre due to his possession of a Stand ability. It was because he was very tenacious, sometimes frighteningly and obsessively so. He had a brazen personality that was hard to put up with. Not many people went out of their way to research like he did.
It wouldn’t come as a groundbreaking discovery in the event that someone would find out he had been researching kinks. It was for his manga, of course (at least that’s what he told himself.) From hardcore BDSM to slightly off-vanilla, he was getting down to the nitty and gritty bits of the kink world that most people would find quite horrifying. He was, in all honesty, and very surprisingly, quite perturbed at some of the things he found. But very, very interested.
It had been about a week of research already, and Rohan had piled up quite the collection of kink books. He hid them meticulously on his bookshelf. He lived alone, sure, but certain people tended to barge into his home unannounced. Certain high schoolers he couldn’t have bombarding him with questions. This was with the exception of Nadia. She was the woman who practically lived at his house as she was there every day for hours at a time, the woman who he liked very much but would never admit that. Even though he gave her the spare key to his house.
What sparked Rohan’s interest in kinks were his encounters with Nadia. The two were sexually active with each other, in the friends-with-benefits-tiptoeing-around-their-feelings way. What started off as regular vanilla sex turned into a completely different dynamic. They were quite comfortable with anything that didn’t involve feelings, and they were very sexually compatible, so it was easy to move into this dynamic. Rohan liked taking the strap, and Nadia liked giving it to him. Rohan got bratty often, and Nadia liked it.
Nadia often found Rohan deeply engrossed in his research as she brought him tea, skimming over the page he was boring his eyes into with a chuckle before she left him to his work.
The more he read, the more he desperately craved to know what it felt like. So he decided, one afternoon, as he came across a particularly interesting section, he’d try it out for himself. And he wanted to do it with her.
***
Rohan’s living room was the messy usual—sketchbooks open and sprawled across the coffee table, various pens and pencils on every surface, Nadia’s music sheets peeking out from under the mess, and a coat draped over the couch because Nadia refused to use the coat hooks by the door.
Nadia was curled up on the couch, flipping through an opera score as she brought a cup of tea up to her lips. Rohan was on the other side of the couch, engrossed in a book titled “The Deep Psychology of BDSM and Kink.”
“You.” Rohan spoke suddenly. “Come here.”
Nadia put her mug on the coffee table, regarding him with a curious look, but unfolded herself from the couch. “You sound bossy today.”
“Sounding. Do you know what it is?” Rohan got straight to the point, direct as always.
“No, I can’t say I’ve heard of it.” Nadia frowned, shuffling over to stand next to Rohan. “Why? What is it?”
“I want to try it. With you. It’s—“ Rohan hesitated for a moment. “Inserting a rod—or other long object—into the urethra.” He pointed to the diagram on the page.
Nadia blinked, momentarily taken aback. “The urethra?”
“It’s part of my kink research. I need to know how it feels. What drives people to participate in strange activities like that. …for the psychology.”
A grin found its way to Nadia’s lips, a sight that could only mean one thing. She was looking forward to this. At least she agreed.
“And you’re sure this is about research?” Her orange eyes narrowed in amused suspicion.
“Of course it’s about research,” Rohan’s lips twitched. Yet a slight pink dusted his cheekbones, and that was all she needed to know it was not, in fact, just about research.
Man, she fell in love with a really strange guy. It was pretty hot, though.
“Then what do you need me for?”
Rohan huffed, cheeks darkening. “Trying out kinks with another person is completely different than doing it alone.”
“So, intimacy?” her grin widened. She looked annoyingly composed. “Where are we doing this?”
“Bedroom,” he stood up rather stiffly. She knew just how to get under his skin.
Nadia followed him, amused as he pushed the door open. She’d been in his room many times already, whether she accidentally fell asleep in his bed, or they were up to devious things.
She rolled onto his bed, watching as Rohan opened the drawer in his desk. He looked rather hesitant, and that set a frown on her face.
“Rohan,” Nadia started tentatively. “Even if it’s ’just for research’, you shouldn’t do it if you’re not comfortable with it.”
“That’s what researching reality is all about,” Rohan snapped. “Reality is uncomfortable. But I want to do this. Not alone. Not with anyone else. That’s why… that’s why I want to try it with you. Because it’s you.”
As if suddenly realizing what he’d just uttered only after it came from his mouth, he blushed deeply, looking to the side and covering his mouth with his free hand. The other gripped the paintbrush he’d taken from the drawer, where Nadia’s gaze swiveled down to before returning to his face.
“Okay,” Nadia said more gently, as if understanding every word he said with full and unusually soft awareness, and Rohan’s heart clenched in his chest. “As long as you’re sure. I’m on board.”
Rohan swallowed thickly, nodding and willing the blush to leave his face as he turned back towards her, paintbrush in hand. He appreciated the way Nadia nodded and followed along carefully to his explanation, even if it was lengthy and overly meticulous. Everything including the process, the medical history, and the risks. She was always a good listener.
“Is using a paintbrush safe?” Nadia asked once he was finished speaking, eyeing the paintbrush that lay on the bed between them.
“This one is metal and heat sterile, so yes. Unused and untouched until now. Because I don’t have generic rods, I had to make the best of what I have. I have sterile lube, too. And gloves. You’ll be wearing them as a sanitary precaution.”
“Okay,” Nadia took the wrapped paintbrush in her hands. “What does it feel like?”
“The guide mentioned it would be uncomfortable at first, so expect I’ll take some time to adjust. I’ll tell you if it starts to hurt so you can take it out. There are a number of sensations it’ll bring but since it’s going in me I won’t bore you anymore with those details.”
Nadia nodded. “I am curious though. What feels good about it?”
“Something about it being the only way to directly stimulate the prostate,” Rohan shifted, tapping his fingers antsily on his knees. “I won’t be able to come when it’s inside me. So you’ll have to take it out when I’m close.”
“Noted.”
“And you’re sure you still want to go through with it?”
“Completely. Especially because it’s you.”
As she alluded to his earlier comment and gave him that infuriatingly tender smile she seemed to be making more often these days, Rohan scowled, his blush reappearing.
“Okay,” was all he could say. “I’ll prepare everything.”
Rohan tried to ignore Nadia’s gaze on him as he set up the pillows against the headrest and took out the sterilized lube, placing them meticulously on the nightstand. Even as he stripped, her eyes never left him, rather trailing his body with an expression he knew all too well as desire.
When he finally settled against the pillows, spreading his legs, Nadia grinned from where she sat on the edge of the bed, crawling on all fours towards him. Just as he had gone over earlier, she started by stroking him to get him half hard, one hand around his cock and giving long, languid strokes.
It didn’t take Rohan very many to get half-mast, and that took a shot at his pride. As well as a boost to hers.
It irritated him. How much Nadia turned him on.
Rohan handed Nadia the lube once she had snapped on the medical gloves wordlessly, releasing a little breath as she applied it to the head of his cock, then his opening. She didn’t ask any questions. She didn’t need to. Because she’d listened so carefully, so he could sit back and let her do the rest.
Curse that woman and her thoughtfulness.
After unwrapping the brush, she applied a generous amount to the handle, then spread his hole with her thumb and finger. She worked him open patiently, fingers deft like she’d done it already before, and he allowed himself to relax under her touch.
When she was done, she brought the brush closer, meeting his eyes.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” Rohan muttered breathlessly.
Nadia inserted the lubricated tip into his head, leading it slowly into him rather than forcing it. She watched his expression for any sign of pain or discomfort as she eased it in, slowing down further as it reached the halfway point. Then she gave it a slight jostle, seeing some of the lube squirt out, and Rohan biting his lip.
She was going to kiss the breath out of his lungs after this.
“Still okay?” Nadia asked, beginning to ease it further down.
“Yeah, keep going,” Rohan said, so she continued to lower it until it stopped.
“Looks like that’s the end of it,” Nadia spoke, not yet looking up. “How do you feel?”
“Just as I expected. Strange but… not bad.”
“Want me to do the prostate thing?”
“Don’t call it that. You sound dense. And I know you’re not.”
“My apologies, I’ll reiterate, Mister Mangaka.” Nadia rolled her eyes, yet teasingly so. “Would you like me to press the brush against your prostate until you receive adequate pleasure?”
“Now you sound even worse,” Rohan scoffed, but a slight smile tugged at his lips. “And to answer your question, yes.”
Nadia did just as she said, pressing the handle against the spot it stopped at softly at first, smirking to herself in satisfaction at the sound of Rohan’s moan. When she did it again, harder this time, Rohan gasped, nearly arching off the bed before reminding himself to stay absolutely still.
“Touch me.”
“Already?”
“Shut up.”
Chuckling, Nadia drizzled non-sterile lube onto her gloved hand and gave him tight strokes, gently probing the brush to touch his prostate. Rohan let out a string of broken whimpers, clenching the sheets beneath him. He felt several shocks go off inside him and shut his starry eyes, brows furrowed.
“Fuck, Nadia,” Rohan gasped, opening his eyes, glistening with unshed tears of pleasure and overstimulation. “I’m going to—ngh!” he broke off as Nadia gave the rod a particularly pleasurable probe.
“Words, Kishibe.”
“I’m going to come,” Rohan flushed with embarrassment, and Nadia’s grin turned positively wicked.
“Are you now?” she tilted her head, still keen on stroking him, but just barely enough so he wouldn’t come.
“Don’t make me beg,” Rohan hissed, but he knew he would have to anyway.
“You know I like it when you beg me.”
“Fuck,” Rohan bit his lower lip again, a habit he only had when inexplicably and irrevocably turned on. It was becoming overwhelming, and he couldn’t help the tears that had began to fall from his eyes. “…please, Nadia.”
He had thrown away his pride, even if just this once, and Nadia could tell he was trying desperately to hold back. His face flushed, glistening with tears, expression unhinged, was incredibly erotic, and that aroused something in her.
“You want me to take it out?” Nadia raised her brows, just to be sure.
“Yes,” Rohan groaned, gripping the sheets tighter.
It felt like decades had passed as Nadia slowly, torturously removed the brush, his eyes burning into her as he watched her every movement with bated breath. It was like she moved in slow motion, putting the brush on the nightstand, moving the sterile lubricant, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
Rohan grabbed her waist as she turned back around, pulling her into a hard, desperate kiss. Nadia made a small sound of surprise, laughing into his mouth even as she kissed him back.
“Rohan—mmh,” Nadia pulls away for only a moment before she’s pulled back into the kiss. “…I was going to blow you.”
“I want you to ride me,” Rohan huffed, and she couldn’t resist the pout on his lips.
“Yet I’m not ready and you look like you’re about to explode.”
“I’ll do it for you,” Rohan groaned with impatience, taking the non-sterile lube from his nightstand and gritting his teeth from how hard he was. “Clothes. Off.”
“You’re so difficult,” Nadia sighed dramatically, taking her sweet time with her tie and vest. “You could be blowing your load in my mouth right now, but you want to be inside me so badly—“
“Can’t you do anything for yourself?” Rohan was suddenly in front of her, hands on her dress shirt, unbuttoning them with a speed and precision only Rohan Kishibe could muster.
Nadia flushed as her shirt pooled around her ankles and he deftly unclipped her bra, pushing it off her shoulders, and fixed her with a hungry stare. He wasted no time in dropping her pants to her feet, nearly tearing her underwear as he tried to take them off.
“So needy,” Nadia snickered, and is quickly shut up by Rohan’s lips on hers, his hands on her shoulders, pushing her down on the bed as he slicked up his fingers and slid them between her legs.
They barely stopped kissing at all—even when Nadia flipped them over, even while she fucked herself onto his cock, even after the both of them had come, Rohan had his strong arms wrapped around her neck, nibbling and sucking on her mouth like a ravenous beast.
She’d probably yell at him later about her kiss swollen lips—that she couldn’t be seen by their friends at dinner looking like such a mess, hickies and all—but for now, all he wanted was to kiss the woman laying on top of him.
***
“So are you guys like, a thing now?” Josuke stared at the both of them suspiciously at dinner that afternoon.
“WHAT?! NO!” Nadia and Rohan both shouted in unison, trying their best to look disgusted.
“Are you sure?” Koichi crossed his arms, glancing under the table where their legs touched.
“Positive,” Nadia said.
“I’d never date her,” Rohan scoffed proudly. “She’s not even my type.”
“Excuse me? I’m everyone’s type!” Nadia jabbed a finger at his chest. “Weren’t you just moaning underneath me an hour ago about how much you wanted to—“
“WHAT?!?!?!!?”