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synopsis: you should have, you could have, but you didn't.

pairings: [ fire force ] serial killer shinmon benimaru x !femreader+18

wordcount: 5,027

warnings: home invasion, bondage, dubcon, fingering, creampie, oral (m receiving), premature ejaculation, yandere benimaru, pet names, blood mention, minimal knife play, mild violence

a/n: this was not edited, i went home for vacation for 2 weeks and did this in 2 days on my iPad.

The loud abrupt banging on your front door caused you to nearly hurl yourself out of bed and onto the floor below. Staggering to your feet, you stood in place waiting for the sound to resume before glancing at the clock. It was just after midnight.

Between the distant whirring of police sirens in the night and the downpour of rain outside, you were sure if you had heard the pounding on the door in your dreams or if it was real.

The banging resumed and you groaned in annoyance, urgently stepping out into the hall to descend the stairs.

“Hold on!” You snapped hastily, flicking on the porch light.

Standing on the tips of your toes, you glanced through the peephole to see two police officers standing on the porch.

“What the hell is going on…?” You wondered out loud, quickly unlocking the front door.

Swinging the door open you stared at the officers groggily shielding your eyes with one hand as one of them flashed a flashlight in your eyes.

“Can I help you, officers?” Crossing your arms around your body to shield yourself from the wind blowing in through the front door.

It was Halloween, and kids were bound to be out causing destruction around the neighborhood, but it was never serious enough that the cops had to be called.

Both officers gave you a once-over and then looked at one another before one of them began to speak.

“We’re doing a mandatory welfare check for those in the area, have there been any disturbances tonight, or has anyone been on the premises without your knowledge?”

Staring blankly at the officers you shook your head in from side to side in slow motion. You were obviously disheveled from sleeping let alone you lacked trousers. You rolled your eyes internally at the seemingly innocent question.

“No… everything is just fine and dandy here gentleman,” forcing a smile you put your hand on the door handle, leaning against the door frame tiredly.

“Just keep an eye out, make sure all your doors are locked up. There’s a psychopath on the loose.” The officers gaze at each other a weary glance once more before the one talking continued. “Two young ladies were murdered inside their apartment over the last week in the next town over.”

“Will do…” you watched tiredly as the pair turned away and began to descend the stairs on the front porch to cross over into the next house over.

Sighing quietly, you closed the door turning the lock into place with the intent of returning to bed. Stifling a muted yawn with a free hand you padded across the wooden floor of the living room, before you began your tread up the stairs.

A creak from the floorboards from the opposite side of the room caught your attention. With one foot perched on the first step and one hand gripping a wooden banister, you glanced out into the darkened area of the living room.

Listening intently for half a minute, you managed to scan the living room after your night vision began to somewhat adjust. There was truly, nothing you saw out of the ordinary. Everything appeared to be quiet and in place as your tired eyes flitted over the doorway that led to the kitchen.

You paused. Squinting toward the doorway, you could have sworn you saw something bright red glowing in the distance. Hastily rubbing your eyes with your fists, you waited for your vision to readjust… only to be met with nothing but the lingering darkness of your empty home.

Convinced it was just your tired imagination running rampant you ignored it and continued to climb the stairs. Your mind did however wander back to what the police officers were saying.

“There’s a psychopath on the loose, huh?” Scoffing in annoyance you climbed another step before chuckling under your breath. “Imagine a psychopath being on the loose during Halloween, such a played-out trope.”

Another step before you found yourself pausing yet again. The faint creek of wood coming from behind you at the bottom of the stairs catches your undivided attention. This time, you knew that you heard something. You were positive that someone or something was there.

Swallowing around the growing lump in your throat you turned your attention to the bottom of the stairs. It was dark, so dark that you were unable to see anything at all. The heavy rain outside slapped against the windows noisily before a blinding flash illuminated the entire living room.

The red, you could see the red again glowing dimly at the foot of the stairs. Was… was it a pair of eyes? Your heart rate picked up as you continued to stare in silence at what looked to be an “O” and an “X” pattern painted sanguine, eerily the color of fresh blood.

The heavy crack of thunder pounded against your eardrums causing you to flinch involuntarily while the room again lit up in a flurry of white light.

This time you were able to make out the intruder clear as day and at some point, he had closed the distance between the two of you. Those unique eyes of his seemed to burn brighter as he got closer, the flat expression on his face not faltering one bit as he kneeled on a few steps away to fall into a strong crouch.

Mimicking a predator preparing to pounce on his prey all dark hair and bright eyes zeroing in on your own as if to gauge your reaction. His dark jaw-length hair was drenched from the rain sticking crudely to the angular of his jaw.

You were positive that there were puddles of water from wherever he had clambered from inside your home. Maybe the basement. You rarely went down there for anything, and it would have been so easy for him to slip in undetected.

“Here kitty kitty,”

Letting out the breath you had been holding you continued to observe him in uncomfortable silence watching as one of his gloved hands pulled what looked to be a hunting knife from the lining of his leather jacket.

“Not going to scream?” His voice was gruff, a playful lilt shrouding his question. “Or try and run? At least make it fun for me.”

The corner of his mouth pulled into a faint grin while he remained in place, and you could tell that was your cue to move. To do something.

Maybe you took entirely too long to react because when you turned to run up the stairs, his empty hand shot out to grasp around your ankle.

You lost your footing when he stood up, pulling your leg from underneath you so that you fell painfully lying crumpled against the staircase. Groaning in pain, you began to kick against him as the stranger started his descent down the stairs dragging you in tow.

“I guess I picked the wrong house,” he twirled the hunting knife between his fingers as he took one step down at a time. “I thought for sure you were going to put up a fight.”

“N-no, wait!” You could feel the front of your shirt becoming damp with water as he continued to pull you down the stairs the back of your head thudding against each step. “Let go of me!”

Blindly reaching for something to grab onto, you were lucky enough to wrap your arms around one of the balusters to keep you in place. It worked briefly; the intruder stopped to see what was preventing his descent.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance he dropped the hold on your ankle before turning to kneel beside you, staring at you thoughtfully.

“Maybe you do have a little fight in you, that’s fair.” Chuckling under his breath, he reached for your arms that were hooked around the pole.

Tightening your hold, you cinched your eyes shut to avoid his hardened gaze.

“Wait!” You tightened your grip further, tucking your legs underneath you to make yourself as small as possible. “Why are you… what are you planning to-?!”

You weren’t expecting the grip you had on the staircase to be disrupted so quickly and to be thrown over the shoulder of the stranger before he began to stomp down the remaining stairs.

“We’re going to have some fun, you and I.” Scraping at the stubble growing along his chin with a gloved digit, he shrugged more to himself than anyone else while readjusting your body further up on his shoulder. “The pretty ones never listen to the police. Psychopath huh? I wouldn’t have used that word personally.”

You began to wail frantically, screaming at the top of your lungs as the man continued to pace through your dark home clawing desperately at the leather of his jacket.

“Let me go! Let me down right now or I’ll scream!” You were aware that you weren’t causing him any harm through the thick fabric of his jacket, but you couldn’t just lie down and die without putting up a fight… while this cool and collected lunatic dragged you through your own home.

Upon feeling the tip of his hunting knife dragging itself along your inner thigh you stopped breathing to wince in pain.

“That’s fine, you scream, and I’ll just sever your femoral artery.” The door to the basement was kicked open startling you into flinching, the knife still pressed against your thigh nicking it slightly. “With any luck, you’ll lose consciousness before bleeding out.”

You could feel a thin stream of blood slipping down your calf, probably smearing against the leather of his coat. You decided against screaming as the man quietly descended the stairs of your basement flicking a light switch that caused the lights to hum in the distance as they flickered on. It was as if he had been here on more than one occasion.

“Good girl,” he praised.

Your basement was half furnished carpeted on one end and the other end still covered by smoothed-out cement. Your captor stopped in the middle of the room kneeling and rummaging through what sounded like a bag positioned near his boot-clad feet.

The sound of metallic tools clinking against one another sent a chill up your spine, your heart rate beginning to pick back up as he hummed quietly to himself. The grip around your waist was still relatively firm as he continued as if you weren’t attempting to worm your way out of his grip.

“Let’s see, where did I put them…” without warning you were flung carelessly aside, your shoulder and knees smashing into the concrete floor underneath.

Gasping out in pain you lay still for a moment waiting for the pain blossoming in both places to subside. The impact would surely leave a bruise in its wake, and you were positive your knee had been skinned from the fall.

Weakly pushing yourself up from the ground, you stared at the back of this man who was still poking through a black gym bag humming a gasp of delight once he found what he was looking for.

“Here we are.” He began to remove his leather jacket tossing it aside and reached back inside the gym bag for a second time.

Moaning in agony once you were up on all fours, painfully you began to crawl away from him. Wincing in pain you sped up, trying to put as much distance as possible between your new unwanted companion.

“Not so fast,”

He grabbed ahold of your ankle once more causing you to fall flat on your face as he pulled you across the floor until you were settled underneath him.

“Let’s fix this problem real quick.”

He straddled your hips before pulling out a large zip tie looping both of your wrists through it.

“No, no, no wait!” You recoiled as if struck as the plastic was cinched tight against your wrists. “Don’t-“

The tip of his knife was now pressing into the skin over your jugular while the stranger loomed over you those red eyes now dim in comparison to what they were in the dark.

“You learn quick, don’t you?” He crooned while dragging the metallic curve of the knife down to the collar of your drying t-shirt. “Have you been through something like this before, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you blurted, turning your head away from the point of the knife that had been digging into your skin only moments earlier.

He seemed interested. He removed the knife from your throat and hovered over you, those mismatched eyes staring down into your own.

“Sure you have,” he quipped dismissing the notion as he leaned towards your hips still straddling your own to pin your zip-tied hands above your head.

You panicked under his intense stare and any resolve you had beforehand slowly began to wither away.

“Please don’t hurt me, I-I don’t do well with pain!” You could now feel the edge of the hunting knife filtering through the damp fabric of your shirt, the curved tip knocking against the metallic bar of one of your nipple rings.

The abrupt flick of the knife sent a jolt of unexpected heat directly to the pit of your gut, forcing an unwelcome whine to slip past your lips. Swallowing tightly, you wedged your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle any other sounds that may spring free.

“Hang on there, what’s this?” canting his head curiously, Benimaru ran a gloved hand over the front of your shirt thick digits cupping the supple flesh of your breast.

He eyed the curved shape of the metal jewelry through the dampened outline of your shirt before flicking the tip of the knife against the piercing once more.

Biting down on your lip in response to the twinge of pain your thighs pressed themselves together to stop the growing ache in between.

“Don’t-, stop… please,” sucking a ragged breath you watched those red eyes of his brighten marginally.

“Oh…” Benimaru shifted uncomfortably taking the blade of his knife and hooking it under the front of your shirt. In one swift movement, he yanked it upwards cutting clean through the fabric and tearing it open the rest of the way. He eyed the barred nipple piercings with interest before placing his hunting knife down between your breasts. “Don’t do well with pain, huh?”

Both gloved hands of Benimaru’s fanned over your bare breasts his index fingers plucking hold of your pebbling nipples only to pinch them harshly releasing after a long drawn-out 5 seconds.

Your back arched off the concrete floor involuntarily as a warm flush of heat enveloped your body from the prickling pain causing the hunting knife to clatter on the floor beneath. He was turning you on. And he knew it. He seemed to be rather composed himself, but even you could feel the apparent bulge in his jeans pressing against your abdomen.

“S-stop it!” You whined, both hands attempting to wrench themselves out of the zip ties. “Y-you’re…”

Benimaru ignored your cries pulling off one of his leather gloves to trail his bare hand down the front of your torso to tug at the sparkling belly button ring in your navel.

“Looks like I’ve found the masochist, and look… you have one here too,” he mentioned off-handedly releasing it to tug off his other glove. “Any more?”

Wrenching your gaze away in shame you tugged at your restraints once more. His aggressive touches here and there were turning you on. You knew that this was insane. You shouldn’t be aroused by someone who probably had intentions to kill you. It wasn’t helping that he was attractive.

Opening your eyes to put your sights back on the man in front of you, your breath caught in your throat as your lids became heavy transfixed by the velvet aura surrounding those contrasting pupils. The sharp jawline and regal nose were one thing but the bronze of his skin covered in a light sheen of perspiration was sending you. You’re going to hell after this, you’re going straight to hell. The plastic of the zip tie was starting to dig uncomfortably into your skin, rubbing your wrists raw and eliciting yet another cry of pain.

“No! I don’t have anymore, just… stop touching me!” the waver in your voice scared you, you didn’t sound convincing at all not even to yourself.

“Benimaru,” his hands were wandering again leaving a fiery trail of warmth behind at every trace of skin he touched. His hands were warm to the touch almost comforting while his facial expression was rather lackadaisical as he leaned back on his haunches.

Your stomach was twisting in knots in a mix of arousal and fear as your chest rose and fell with every ragged breath. Your throat tightened in response to his thumb and forefinger rolling a hardened nipple in between, your breath escaping you in a quick rush.

“W-what?” Your response was choked out once his hand released your nipple instead to yank at the hem of your cotton underwear ripping the flimsy fabric in the process.

You felt as if you were being smothered, everything was moving so quickly while your eyes darted all over the place trying to keep up with his movements.

“My name,” Both of his toned arms grasped at the hem of the white tank top he was wearing before pulling it over his head and tossing it off to the side without a care. “Sear it in your memory, you’re going to be begging for it in a while.”

The gravel in his voice caused your thighs to quake and your mouth to go dry in anticipation. You were dripping wet; it was apparent in the way your underwear clung to your folds as Benimaru resumed peeling them away from your thighs.

“Is it normal for a woman to gush down below…” he tossed the shredded underwear aside before his index and middle fingers found themselves slipping easily into your heat using the arousal there as lubrication. “From someone who’s planning on killing them after?”

Your lips parted in a lewd moan as he began to thrust his thick fingers into your insides causing that knot in your stomach to all but unravel at the simple motion.

“I a-am not!” a horse groan erupted from the back of your throat as he inserted a third finger curling the digits inside hitting the spongy nerve of your g-spot. “Oh, god…”

Your body was sweltering in contrast to the cool air of the basement, your throat becoming raw from the onslaught of sultry sounds you were making.

“Jesus,” Benimaru’s red eyes zeroed in on the puddle of arousal dripping onto the floor underneath you, a wide grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “When was the last time you were touched?”

Your own body had begun to respond to his touches your hips bucking forward and in tandem with the movements of his fingers. All your shame had gone out the window while you writhed underneath the sensual assault between your thighs.

Benmaru exhaled another strained breath while he hovered over you lowering his mouth to suction one of your nipples into his mouth before sinking a canine into the taut skin.

Your mouth dropped open in a lewd moan a plash of saliva dripping out the corner of your lips before dribbling down your chin. You were coming to accept it all. That you were willingly giving yourself over to a deranged intruder who had no business in your home. What did you have to lose? If this was your last night alive you were okay with cumming all over his fingers.

Finally finding the courage to look him hungrily in the eye you soon regretted it as the fingers inside of you began to move more frantically and almost desperate to coax an orgasm out of you.

“Aren’t you just the most generous little kitten I’ve ever run into,” scissoring his fingers inside of your warmth. “You’re going to cum all over my fingers, aren’t you?”

You no longer had control over your legs as they became rigid your cunt tightening and convulsing around his fingers as your orgasm coursed through you. Your body shook violently as the tightness in your loins became undone a gush of your arousal coating his fingers.

You were in tears as you rode out the remainder of the orgasm Benimaru forced back to the present as you were maneuvered up onto your knees.

Benimaru was kneeling before you the fingers covered in your arousal being shoved towards the back of your throat as if to gag you.

You blinked in excess as you coughed around his fingers tasting the tang of your essence on the flat of your tongue. He continued to eye you curiously humming lowly as the fog in front of your eyes began to clear.

“Such a good girl,” he hummed, pulling his fingers out of your mouth a thin string of saliva snapping and slapping against your chin.

Groaning in confusion, you leaned into his open palm that was cradling your cheek while he wiped away the tears that were staining your face. You were a mess. Knees parted as you sat back on your haunches, your hands still zip-tied and resting along your naked thighs while the man in front of you roused you from your orgasm-induced haze.

“You want to be a good girl, right?” he asked, becoming erect one of his hands grasping at the apparent bulge in his dark-washed jeans.

Your eyes passed over the hand that was stroking the tent in his pants and you nodded slowly as the intent behind his words began to sink in.

“C’mon then kitten, be my good girl.” His hands dropped to his sides while he waited for you to move his tongue drawing itself over his bottom lip.

Without much thought, you lifted both bound hands before unbuckling the leather belt and pulling the straps free. Undoing the button to his trousers and then pulling down the zipper before tugging them down over firm thighs to reveal a pair of boxer briefs.

After tugging on the band of the dark-colored briefs, his hardened length sprang free slapping against his abdomen a neatly trimmed patch of dark hair nestled above the tanned appendage.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting. Maybe a whole mess of unkempt hair, some cobwebs perhaps. But not this. Not a nice-sized girthy dick that made your pussy weep at the thought of it filling you whole.

Adverting your gaze toward his own, you could see that his pupils were burning bright red. The whites of his eyes were completely black, which caused you to stop breathing momentarily. He looked sinister, so much so that you found yourself leaning away from him only to have one of his hands grab a fist full of your hair.

Yelping in pain you became stock still as he leaned toward you a sly smile plastered on his face. Through the faint remnants of your haze… he looked terrifying.

“Don’t be selfish, kitten…”

Swallowing down your uncertainty you followed his direction your lips parting as he guided your lips to the tip of his dick. Swollen and pink with a bead of pre slipping over the bulbous tip.

Parting your lips, the tip of your tongue slipped out to lap at the rigid muscle the tension in your body dissolving almost immediately upon getting a taste of the warm salty seed across your pallet.

He didn’t wait for you to get comfortable; his dick was lodged into you’re the warm recesses of your throat. You nearly gagged in response planting both of your hands against the bare skin of his strong thighs to keep him from choking you as his hips bucked forward.

You could hear the gruff groan of relief as another hand came to tangle in the mass of curls behind your head.

“That’s right princess,” his voice wavered as he bucked his hips forward seemingly enjoying the way you whimpered under the assault.

His rigid length nudged the back of your throat as he pushed and pulled you along his dick hands still fixed in a stony grip on your hair. He was clearly enjoying this. From where you were kneeling, you could see those red eyes of his seemingly short out for a second and all you could see was a deep seemingly never-ending well of darkness in those eyes.

He groaned as he thrust deeper, reveling in the way your wet lips squeezed around him while his balls slapped against your chin.

Suddenly, you were able to breathe again whereas Benimaru had pulled himself free from your mouth and in the process caused you to plummet onto the floor gasping for air.

Before you were able to come to your senses from the abrupt dismount your legs had been sprawled over Benimaru’s thighs while he fisted the base of his cock, rubbing himself throughout the valley of your sex.

“There’s no way that pretty mouth feels better than this tight little cunt,” Once he was slicked with enough of your arousal for lubrication, he began to push into you the tip of him sliding into your warmth without much resistance.

Your thighs tensed at the intrusion the burning stretch setting fire to the blood rushing through your veins. You couldn’t think clearly as he wedged himself further into you his much larger form bowing over your own.

His hips pistoned forward a hoarse groan of approval at the way your heat has swallowed him whole. He begins to rock his hips forward panting heavily the longer he fucked into you, eliciting pained and strained moans of your own as you looked up at him from the floor.

The heat of magma had returned to his lust-strewn gaze the visibility of the odd “x and o” patterns on his eyes awkwardly reminding you of a cringe had written love note passed to a crush in middle school.

A wave of sickly-sweet pleasure began to build in the pit of your gut as your face now streaked with tears began to contort at the realization that you were screaming out, screaming out his name.

“B-Benimaru… h-harder, I’m so c-close… ngh!”

Loud, strained, and gravelly yelps for him to fuck into you harder and he readily obliged. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably as your slick needy cunt pulsed and tightened around him, as his cock stuttered and throbbed inside of you spewing forward thick ribbons of warm heat that coated your insides.

You climaxed at what seemed to be the same time as he did. But as foggy as your mind was you still noticed that it seemed…a bit premature.

Benimaru was now leaning over you, red eyes wide open in shock as he stared down in disbelief at your half-conscious person. Your body still ached, your throat hoarse and raw from screaming at the top of your lungs. The last thing you remembered before losing consciousness was those unique eyes of his, everything morphing into one distorted image.

You were asleep. Heavily laced in exhaustion, the faintest amount of light shone into your eyes as you began to rouse yourself from the thick blanket of sleep. Your mind was rather blank. But things began to come back to you as your eyes cracked open your hands sifting through what seemed to be a thick blanket that was strewn underneath your naked body.

You were warm, covered in warmth almost suffocatingly so as you tried to roll over to your back, but a thick bicep kept you from doing so. There was also the faint jingling of a bell everyone time you adjusted, your frustrations getting the better of you when you tried to pull your wrist away from the top of your pillow.

Metal against metal and the lack of range of motion you had in your wrist. Something was keeping you from moving more than you wanted to. Cracking your lids fully, you came eye to eye with the metallic shine of a gunmetal grey cuff that fits snugly around your wrist.

Blinking tiredly… the gears at the back of your mind began to rotate the logic of the situation falling into your lap,

Pulling at the handcuff once more panic began to rise from the pit of your belly becoming more frantic as the heavy warmth of a body beside you began to cover you.

“Where do you think you’re going kitten?” the gravel of the voice behind you caused a shudder to vibrate down your spine, the feel of a masculine hand twisting the metallic piercing in your nipple forcing a pained yelp to spring free.

Something was obviously… not right. Frantically looking around the unfamiliar room, you noticed nothing that would signify that this was your own home. Where were you?

The hot breath against your nape caused you to curl in on yourself trying to ignore the twinge of heat that had begun to blossom between your thighs.

A flash of those burning eyes niggled its way into your frontal lobe causing your breath to hitch in your throat momentarily. Benimaru… the man who broke into your home… fucked you senseless, it was all screaming at you loud and clear.

“W-where am I?!” pulling at the handcuffs more urgently you began to squeal in surprise as the heavy appendage nudging at your sensitive core became more noticeable.

Pushing the head of his cock into your warmth caused him to groan in satisfaction, his heavy body pinning you against the warmth of the mattress below.

“We need to start over, I’ve never had pussy so good that it caused me cum early.” He groaned, a hand grasping at the dark collar that was placed around your throat. “We’re going to be seeing a lot of each other for a while kitten.”

End.

S/N: You thought you were going to die last night. Never in a million years did you think that your intruder would take a liking to you and keep you locked up for his own amusement for the rest of your days.

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