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meanwaffle · 1 year

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Kill me Romantically (Adachi x Reader fic)

Fifteen (Chapter 2)

☆ Tags/warnings: violence, noncon, injuries, kidnapping, oral

☆ Chapter one is here: Broken Toy.

It wasn’t cold anymore.

The temperature of the basement where you were imprisoned didn't change at all. You had just been there long enough that you were now used to the chilly air and lack of warmth. It was nice, actually. You didn't have to curl into a tight ball to generate enough heat just to fall asleep anymore. The thin blanket Adachi, the psychopathic criminal who kidnapped you, left for you was enough. There was a small bathroom connected to the side too. There was no soap or anything, but you found comfort in letting the cold water in the shower fall all over your body.

You hated it, you absolutely hated it!

Why were you getting used to this!?

But you had learned to be patient. The hope of escape hadn't completely disappeared. You still had a strong belief that someone would rescue you. However, you had to behave. You knew now, more than Adachi himself, that there was no way you could get out of there yourself. You had to wait, like some captured princess in a video game, to be rescued. It made sense, funny enough. After all, the whole Persona situation and going into the TV was an unimaginable fantasy, just like a video game.

It just... really hurt that you had to be the one to be tortured like this. Why couldn't it be someone else? Why couldn't it be Yukiko?! She was just like a princess, literally! Her shadow was all about that! Or even Rise. She was a cute famous idol. You bet if she went missing like this, the police would've found her ages ago! Your friends would've found her by now! Why hadn't anyone found you yet?! Was it because you weren't important? Everyone thought you just ran away. That's what Adachi said, after all. Your friends probably thought so too and had gone back to playing heroes to the people being thrown into the TV world. They were too busy to be your hero.

You didn't want to think this way, but what else were you supposed to think? That it would be okay and they would find you soon? It was too much. Having baseless hope like that drove you crazier with each passing day. You blamed yourself. You had all the time in the world to think and that gave you enough time to realize how much you hated yourself. What kind of idiot would go to a man's place in the middle of the night alone? And not even tell anyone! It was your fault you were in this situation. You were the one who fell in love with a psycho.

"Just get through today," you repeated to yourself, probably hundreds of times because Adachi would visit you every day. It was how you kept track of time. When he visited you, it meant another day had gone by. Each time he'd touch you or hold you. Sounds romantic without context. It was all with violent intent. From digging his nails into your flesh and scratching as he held you on his lap to slapping and hitting you or pinching you when he'd caress your face, nothing was more entertaining to him than leaving another bruise or mark on your body. And another scar on your depleted sanity. But he wasn't satisfied with small stuff like that. Of course he wasn't. This was the man who fucked your throat without a second thought of how much you begged him to stop.

Adachi couldn’t get enough of your mouth. Seeing the saliva mixed with your tears roll down your red cheeks as he had his cock buried in your throat was addicting to him. He would force you on your knees as you desperately tried your best to make him cum so he wouldn’t hurt you more. It wasn’t everyday, which was the one mercy God blessed upon you, but often enough for you to be numb to it by now. You even learned how he likes his blowjobs.

You were lying on the mattress staring blankly at the wall. It was all you really could do down here. Just think and think and think some more. You used to spend it thinking of ways to escape. Maybe if you could somehow take Adachi by surprise, get around him and bolt towards the door. Then just run. It sounded so simple, but you had been here long enough to realize that escape was nigh impossible. He locked the door when he came in. He had a key of somesort. You had felt around his pants one time while sucking him off. It wasn’t fun either, having to make sure you were doing a good enough job so he didn’t grab you and start throat fucking you while discreetly trying to see if the key was in his pocket.

It wasn’t.

Or at least you didn’t feel anything. You assumed maybe he hid it deep within his suit jacket he always wore.

Now you spend your time thinking about your life. You relived every memory you had. You found comfort in remembering your life before you were captured. And then, you’d start to think about what you’d do when you got saved. Maybe you could go back to saving people on TV with your friends. Though, by then, the criminal doing that would be gone.

Because if you were able to be saved that means Adachi would be locked up.

You heard the door open and close, interrupting your daydreaming. You started to sit up and mumbled to yourself. “That’s fifteen…” Adachi would usually come to see you after work. On weekends it was a gamble. It made sense. You came to the conclusion he was probably using you to blow off steam from getting yelled at from Dojima all day.

You used to really like Dojima. He tried hard. Now you wish he’d just get fired. Or move somewhere far, far away. If that was the case, maybe Adachi wouldn't beat his frustrations out on you. You knew that wouldn’t happen though. Dojima wasn’t the single cause for Adachi being this way. There was something deeper that you, possibly even he, didn’t know. Plus, even if that happened if he didn't have a use for you anymore he'd kill you. There was no way he could simply let you go.

Without even saying anything he walked up to you, grabbed your arm, and violently pulled you onto him.

It was the start of today’s visit.

He had you in his lap, his hands tangled in your hair. You were already crying at this point, but whined even louder when he’d suddenly tug on it hard. He’d chuckle at your cries and go back to rubbing your head, then do it again. You whimpered and tensed up at every movement of his, yet somehow he always knew when you’d least expect him to yank your hair once again. The stinging pain all over your scalp transferred into a giant migraine as well.

“It hurts!” You yelped as he did it once again. He just laughed. You bit your lip trying to suppress another sob, but it was no use. Tears were streaming down your cheeks and your shoulders were trembling. Your entire body shook in his lap and he adored it.

He nuzzled his cheeks against your neck. “Mhm, it hurts doesn’t it? Just like this bruise here. It's fading already, didn’t I bite you only yesterday? You recover quickly.” His hands traveled down your body and he linked both arms around your waist, pulling you close. Fear shot up your spine. This couldn’t be good.

“…you bit me three days ago… all over my arms and legs and-”

“I don’t need a fucking timeline.”

His breath was hot against you and you squeezed your eyes tight preparing for what you knew he’d do next. You wanted to run, but if you did that it’d just be worse. Just get through the day, you had to just get through the day.

His teeth sunk into the already bruised skin. It hurt so much more than you thought it would. You gasped and instinctively tried to pull away, squirming and wrestling in his grasp. His hold on you was too strong. You were at his complete mercy as he bit you hard enough to leave a worse wound than before.

When he stopped he scoffed and his grip on you softened. With a single hand against your back, he pushed you off him and you fell onto the floor, using your palms to catch yourself from a complete face plant. You glanced back at him with fear and saw him wiping his mouth. “Damnit, got blood in my mouth.” He muttered angrily to himself.

You scurried to the other side of the room. It wasn’t far since the room was quite small, but the comfort of having distance from him helped keep your mind off the agony you were suffering through. The adrenaline pumping through your veins definitely helped numb the pulsating pain in your neck and scalp.

You curled yourself into a ball. Back against the wall and vision straight onto Adachi. You two locked eye contact as he stood up, towering over you with that dead expression you knew far too well. How could he torture you so and still look so empty? It would be a mystery you could never figure out.

“Tired already, doll?”

Your eyes shifted downward and you saw the tent in his pants.

“My head hurts.” Your voice was shaking. “A-and my neck is bleeding. I sobbed and trembled enough for you haven’t I? I-I can’t do that… I can’t, adachi, please you already won tonight!“

The distance between you two was short lived. In seconds he was back in front of you. With one hand, he slammed it against the wall right beside you. Blocking you from moving anywhere else. With the other one, he began to fiddle with his belt. You could feel your eyes grow hot again. It was always like this. When you were beaten and felt like you couldn’t go on, he’d violate you like this to remind you, you truly were his toy.

In a moment of panic, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind in an attempt to maybe distract him. “Are you the one throwing people in the tvs?”

Blurting that out was a bad idea.

You had come to that conclusion a while ago. Maybe the second or third night here. There was no evidence besides him being insane, but that perfectly fit the idea of a crazed murderer. After all, you didn’t remember what happened when you got thrown in. It was a blur. One moment you were at home and the next you were facing yourself… your shadow. That’s how you got your persona. That’s why you hung out with Yu and all your friends.

And eventually, that’s how you ended up meeting Adachi.

The world stopped. Adachi glared down at you with an expression of surprise. His eyebrows raised with pure confusion while his hand was still on his half undone belt. It didn’t seem like he was confused on the aspect of a human being able to be thrown into a TV, which seemed to confirm your theory that he was in fact guilty, it was like he was confused you’d ask such a question. Then, in an instant, the hand blocking you from moving was in your hair again. He crouched down and yanked you towards his face. His eyes wide with a crazed gleam.

“Why the fuck are you asking me that?” His voice was cold. It was scary. He was always terrifying, but this was different somehow. Before, he was terrifying because he was the guy who imprisoned and tortured you for fun.. But this… you were truly face to face with a killer. He had a darkness to him that would be burned into your mind for the rest of your life.

Every hair on your body stood on its end. You didn’t want to keep eye contact with him, you wanted to look away and cry. But you couldn’t! You couldn’t move at all! That’s how scared his look made you.

“Did…” you meekly responded, hesitant. “…did you… throw me into the tv…?”

His grip on your hair became nonexistent, causing you to plop right back onto the floor. Unfortunately, you weren’t able to enjoy the feeling of your hair not being pulled on for long. In a flash, you were knocked onto your side. He kicked you. Hard. His foot rammed into your tummy with a force so strong all the air in your lungs was knocked out. Lighting strikes of pain pulsed from your ribcage and you screamed.

This was different from the biting and pinching and even the cock sucking, it was just like when he knocked you out back when he kidnapped you. You could never forget how he punched you with all his strength, making you bleed so much you couldn't believe you didn't die. Back then you had the mercy of blacking out right away.

You wrapped your arms around your stomach. Coughing and wheezing. Your agony meant nothing to him and he just kicked you again. And again, again, again and only stopped when you rolled over as vomit poured out of your mouth. It was straight acid buurning your throat since you had a lack of proper food in your stomach. It was dreadful. Since your capture, he has never hurt you this bad. Your thoughts were racing about how this was the moment he was going to snap and kill you. But Adachi wasn't going to kill you. He was breathing heavily as he watched you vomit, the acidic bile mixed with blood puddling up onto the floor. The only thing he could think of in that moment was how he just fucked up big time. How could he allow himself to get that mad. What if your ribcage was broken? What was he suppoed to do?

“Oh my god, fuck, I don't know what came over me. I just meant to-” he cut himself off, muttering as he watched you writhe in pain. This emotion he felt while watching you sob in pain wasn’t the same as usual. He couldn’t get off to this. This wasn't him having fun, this was an act of sheer anger. Uncontrollable anger, not for pleasure. “It was an accident… shit, how could I lose control of myself like that?”

This god awful town drove him absolutely crazy. Everyday, he has to go back to that job. He had to put on some fake smile to get through the day, he wanted to kill himself because death couldn’t possibly be worse than living his life. So boring. So empty. Magically, he discovered he had an ability that must've been a gift from the gods. He was able to push that common whore into the tv and he was even able to do the same with that bitch of a highschool student. After that, it only got better. He was lucky enough to answer that phone call… his life was starting to make sense.

And if that power was a gift from the gods, you showing up to his place in the middle of the night, unprotected, must have been a gift from satan himself. To this day, he thinks about the first time he met you. That innocent face introducing yourself to him, a cute girl who was senstive and stubborn. Before you had a chance to love him, he was watching you. Fantasies of tainting you plagued his thoughts. The image of your crying face turned him on and he was desperate to have the chance to abuse you. Rhat night he finally had the chance. You walked right into a mistake that Adachi was proud of. He thought the power he was gifted was the only interesting thing this shitty world had to offer, but no, you were given to him. Not only did his job become much more fun, his home life was even more thrilling.

You were so much more fun than the TV.

So how could you bring it up? It was offensive. Thoughts of him should be the only thing on your mind. You should be thinking of how scared you are of him, how to please him, how he was your God now. He owned you. Your purpose should only be to serve him.

But the best thing… was you walked straight into his grasp. Willingly, you got yourself chained up for him to use however he wanted.

Seeing you cry, the marks and bruises on your body from when he hurt you, the begging, the pleads, nothing felt better. In his entire life he’s never had so much fun.

But just now he directed his hate for this town onto you. He didn’t mean to, his body moved on his own. You were his distraction. The only thing he had here. Adachi didn’t want to hurt you because he was angry. He wanted to hurt you because it was fun. “Doll, I shouldn’t have,” he crouched down beside you. Putting a hand on your back gently. “There, I apologize. I'm being nice. So, you're welcome-”

Energy surged through your entire body. Surpsingly, this agonizing beating fuled that baseless hope you held onto. Thoughts of how escape was impossible vanished and were replaced with the desire to get the fuck out of here. It must have been adrenaline guiding you. You have never felt such strong determination. But at this very moment the only thing on your mind was to run, to fight back, to not lose against this monster. “Stay away!!” You jumped up and bolted to the door, it was a real sorry sight. When you reached the bottom of the stairs you had gotten on all fours to get up to the freedom that was atop. You grabbed the handle and started turning and pulling, praying for some kind of miracle that would have this door open. “Please, please!”

You heard footsteps behind you and you whipped your head around. Adachi was approaching you, slowly. Your heart was racing. There was no turning back now. You formed two fists and began banging on the door instead. If you made enough noise someone would be bound to hear, a neighbor, someone passing by the place, it was a desperate plan. Yet, fitting. You were, after all, very desperate. That’s what got you into this mess in the first place.

“Help me! HELP ME! I’m t-trapped, someone, anyone, save me!!”

A hand pressed against your back. “Scream louder, no one is going to hear you like that.”

“Don’t touch me!” You screamed, digging your nails into the wooden door. “HELP! HELP ME..! someone…. Anyone! Help… me…” your voice was cracking and the tears started streaming down your face again, it was so normal for you to cry nowadays that you were used to the headache that followed. Your banging soften and your throat dried up. “…please.”

Defeated.

The spur of motivation disappeared as quickly as it came. You were utterly defeated. You didn’t even struggle as the oddly comforting hand that had been on your back while you were screaming nudged you back down the stairs. You followed Adachi, side by side, with your face buried in your hands.

Adachi guided you back over to the mattress and told you to sit down. You slumped down and continued crying. Your hands were muffling the sounds of your weeping and when you recognized that you realized how odd it was that Adachi wasn’t using this opportunity to punish you. Especially since you did something as reckless as screaming at the door. Before, if you even got near the staircase he’d drag you back to the other side of the room and hit you while saying horrible things about how he owned you and how worthless you were without him.

“Why aren’t you mad?” With dewy eyes, you glanced back up at him. “Go ahead and hit me and leave, I wanna go to bed, I want this day to be over, so just hurry up.”

Adachi sighed, a hint of annoyance in his breath. You couldn't tell if he was annoyed at you or himself, yet it didn't really matter. “I’ll allow this outburst as an apology, and you had it, so start behaving. I won’t be nice like this again so you better appreciate it.” His eyes widened just a tiny bit as he placed his hands on your knees. He gripped them hard, causing you to wince, his nails digging into the skin. “But if you go near the staircase or god forbid, that door, again I will ruin you.”

Your lips quivered. “…okay.” was all you could muster to stay. You’ve reverted back to the perfect, behaved toy you had learned to be.

“Good girl.” With his hands still on your knees, he forced your legs apart. You yelped in surprise, after all you were still wearing a skirt, you tried to force them back together, but even if you were in tip top shape there was no way you could beat Adachi’s strength so theres no scenario where you could fight back with how beaten up you were.

“What are you doing?!”

“Apologizing.” He settled himself between your thighs, removing his hands from your knees and reaching for the hems of your panties. You tried to use brute force your legs shut again, yet it was still no use. His body was comfortably between your bruised thighs and with him slipping your underwear off, throwing it to the side somewhere, your privates were completely and utterly exposed to him. “I’m returning the favor, it’ll feel good. See, I treat you well. Where's my thanks?”

His breath was hot against your pussy. Sure, you were numb to sucking his cock and swallowing his cum, but that was pleasing him. You never ever thought he’d want to do something that would make you feel good. And it wouldn’t! His sicking touch wouldn’t feel good! You don’t want to do this with him! And if he ever was going to, why now?! Why after having your stomach kicked in and you felt so sick, why did you have to suffer through more of this? “I’d rather you just leave!”

“I said…” his fingers wrapped around your waist and roughly pulled you closer to him. “Where’s my thanks?”

Ah… his voice was cold again. It was as you said. You were defeated. He may have allowed you to go bang on the door a few times to get it out of your system, but even so he was still the monster who was holding you captive and torturing you everyday. Mentally, there was no way you could defy him when he looked at you with that blank, emotionless expression or that cold voice.

You squeezed your eyes shut. Get through the day, get through the day, just get through today! “…thanks…”

“What was that?”

“Thank y-you, Adachi! Thank you..!”

“That's more like it.” He dove back between your thighs. His fingers found the comfortable spot right on your sensitive bud, rubbing in a slow circular motion. You bit your lip to suppress a whine. It felt weird. You didn’t know how else to describe it. His fingers were long and rough and oh god, are you actually about to moan? There's no way you’d give him the satisfaction. Heat was pooling in your core. It only got more intense as he dipped a finger inside you. You gasped and squeezed your eyes shut even tighter.

A sudden bolt of pain shot up your thigh and you violently shot your head down to see what he was doing to you. Adachi was sinking his teeth into the soft supple skin of your thigh, applying enough suction that you knew it would leave another mark to stain your body. He pulled back with a pop and he slyly peered up at you. “I want you to watch. After all, I’m being super nice aren’t I? I’m putting a lot of effort into giving you pleasure. So watch.”

You whimpered and fought the urge to struggle and shut your eyes. Your body was still aching from all the beating from earlier, but the mix of pain and pleasure was something you couldn’t describe. Your brain was fried and your thoughts were swirling around in your head. You couldn’t focus on a single thing. Even while you watched Adachi fingering you knuckles deep, it didn’t seem real. Too much was happening at once. It didn’t help that he added a second finger, stretching you out even more.

Whimpers escaped your throat. “I don’t like this, I don’t like this!”

“Why are you so fucking wet then?” He curled his fingers inside you, hitting a sensitive spot inside you. You threw your head back involuntarily and let out a sound you didn’t know you were capable of making. You heard him snicker and with his free hand he grabbed your hair once again, forcing you to look back. “What did I say? You’re going to watch.

You sniffled back another sob. “I am, Adachi, I’m watching. Please don’t get mad…”

“That’s my girl.” He pulled his fingers out of you and held them up, glistening with your slick. He scissored the two fingers with a sadistic grin replacing the usual dead expression you see. “Look how slutty you are. I mean, my fingers are dripping with your juices.”

You shook your head slowly. “No… thats not…” You had no excuse for the slick dripping from his digits.

“Hm? Do I need to ask you again?” Adachi crouched down and bit your lip in anticipation of what he was doing. Was he going to bite your thigh again? He’d for sure do it harder this time. You were so mentally focused on preparing yourself for that jolt of pain that when a tongue swiped against your clit you couldn't help but whine and buck your hips ever so slightly. Once again, he peered up at you with that pitiless gaze. “Why are you so fucking wet then?”

Only incoherent half sentences left your mouth because you genuinely had no idea how to answer that. It was normal, it was your body responding to him touching you like this! It didn’t mean you liked it.

It was Adachi doing this to you though. You used to fantasize about him making love to you. This was far from those dreams, however. It was supposed to be romantic and he’d be gentle with you, telling you he loved you and more of that corny stuff you see in manga and anime. You had been here for two weeks and somehow, even after being tortured and abused by this man, part of you still had a soft spot for the idea of Adachi you made up in your head.

It's laughable.

You really are pathetic.

His tongue was lubing up your cunt. His saliva was mixing in with your wetness. Soon, he sunk his tongue inside her. His nose was bumping up against your clit and the lewd squelchy noises of your pussy filled the room. You were gasping and whining and moaning. You didn’t waste energy trying to conceal your voice anymore. Your mind was going fuzzy and you lifted your hips a tiny bit, to give him a better angle to eat you out.

Whore.

Pleasure pumped into your core. It was such a foriegn feeling you didn’t know how to react. Your legs were shaking from the stimulation and you watched Adachi sucking your clit feverishly. His dark hair filled your vision and without thinking you gently placed your hands in his hair, just like he did to you. With very little force you pushed him away, because if you actually resisted he’d get mad. “It’s too much. Please, i-i don’t, I can’t!”

Adachi thought it was funny, listening to you babble like that. So, he picked up the pace. He applied suction even more, licking up your slit and swirling the tongue around your puffy clit. The louder your moans got, the more intense his pleasuring you got.

Your tummy was twisting and turning. Suddenly, tears started to build up in your eyes and you felt like something in you was getting hotter. Even the tiniest bit of friction made you mewl. Your core was spasming and before you knew it your vision went white for a fraction of a second. Your hips were shaking and you cried out loudly, squeezing your eyes shut by accident because the intensity of your body was going through way too much.

Adachi finally sat up from in between your legs. You didn’t even care. You slouched down until you were completely on your back. Trying to catch your breath, you stared at the ceiling inhaling and exhaling as much as you could. You still had to process everything that just happened. Your body hurt and yet there was a giant relief in your lower half. You felt… good. The pain and pleasure. Both felt good.

Whore!

“You’re welcome.”

You turned your head and with a dazed expression looked at the man who just violated you for another time. He was standing, his usual cold expression returned. He was calmly dusting off his pants and fiddling with his tie. He must’ve noticed how you still hadn’t recovered from cumming.

He rolled his eyes. “I said, you’re welcome. For making you cum.”

“I… came?”

“Yes you did, doll. As long as you behave like a good toy, I can treat you once in a while. And I’m not some stuck up narcissist who can’t admit he made a mistake.” His eyelids lowered ever so slightly. “So don’t bring up the kicking incident ever again. And especially, don’t talk about anything regarding the crimes going on in Inaba. Only think about me. Because that's what a good toy does.”

With that, he walked up the stairs and back to the door. Unlocking it and opening it. He turned back at you one last time. “Do you have something you should say to me?”

You gulped. Turning your attention back to the ceiling, you quietly said. “Thank you for making me cum… Adachi.”

He chuckled. How boring, that’s exactly what he wanted you to say. You were catching onto his desires quickly.

The door shut. You were left behind in the empty room. Now it was back to doing what you did best, thinking. You blankly looked at the ceiling and let your mind wander. It was hard to ignore the soreness your body was enduring, especially with the nasty injury your stomach was going through.

“Fifteen.” You mumbled under your breath. “I’ve been captured for fifteen days. Because someone will come tomorrow.”

You closed your eyes.

You knew no one was coming, but it's a nice thought isn’t it?

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trouble-writing · 1 year

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Tell a little truth an akeshu one-shot written for the Monster Smash event on Twitter.

My gift for @enlacinglineswrites who wanted shuake/akeshu with a bit of truth serum.

Pairing: Goro Akechi/Akira Kurusu - Rating: E

Summary:

The truth that spilled out of him made Goro's eyes widen once more, but he gave no answer, just kept thinking, hand going up to his chin, already absorbed in whatever he was puzzling over.

“Just a hypothesis, but whatever you did to the potion very obviously made us unable to lie.”

After accidentally brewing a healing potion with another interesting property, Akira and Goro have to navigate the lingering effects of a truth potion.

#akeshu #persona smut #myfanfics

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albedossweat · 1 year

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!!!Introduction post!!!

Hey! you can call me Al. honestly, im just here to write (mostly) smut and talk to people. I am 18 years old and bored so i made this blog since my other one was shadowbanned for being too sexy, feel free to request or ask whatever you want to!!

Posts by Tag

#alrants (random things i talk about, mostly real stuff or random stuff)

#alnsfw (nsfw posts)

Things you can expect me to write about

-AMAB or GN reader (Might do AFAB reader but i suck at writing female anatomy) -Mostly Reader x Character

-Scent kink/Smell (not sorry for being gross

-nsfw headcanons (maybe nsfw alphabets or just dick headcanons)

Things I will NOT write

-Scat

-pregnancy

-EXTREME guro (fine with small cuts and blood play)

if you have anything you're not sure about feel free to ask!!

Fandoms I write for

-Persona 3-5

-Genshin Impact

-Final Fantasy 7

-JoJos Bizarre Adventure (Human x Stand is totally fine!!)

-Vocaloid

-Attack On Titan

-MHA

-One Piece

-Fire Emblem

-Legend Of Zelda

#Persona Smut #jojo smut #one piece smut #genshin smut #requests open #aot smut

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thelustarcana · 1 year

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Guidelines/Kinks/Muse List

1. ALL MUSES ARE 18+ YEARS OLD

2. I’ll write M/M, M/F, F/F, Futa/F, Futa/M,

3. I’m only doing Persona 3, 4, and 5

4. I’m a kind of slow writer so requests will sometimes take a while

5. There will be spoilers (Sounds kinda silly since this a smut blog but certain character names are automatically a spoiler so don’t say I didn’t warn you)

6. I will tag non-con stuff so watch out for that if you don't like it.

Kinks: Futanari, Femboys, NTR, Incest, Studs, Pegging, Genderswap(Mainly male into female but, female into male isn’t completely off the table. Also, I am kinda iffy about this when it comes to certain characters), gangbang, non-con, raceplay,

MUSE LIST

(Only call the protags by the names that they are listed as.)

Persona 3: Minato Arisato, Minako Arisato, Yukari Takeba, Mitsuru Kirijo, Aigis, Fuuka Yamagishi, Akihiko Sanada, Ken Amada, Elizabeth, Isako Toriumi, Junpei Iori, Yuko Nishiwaki, Theodore, Koromaru,

Persona 4: Yu Narukami, Yosuke Hanamura, Chie Satonaka, Naoto Shirogane, Rise Kujikawa, Yukiko Amagi, Nanako Dojima, Ryotaro Dojima, Margaret, Ai Ebihara, Saki Konishi, Tohru Adachi, Noriko Kashiwagi, Marie, Teddie,

Persona 5: Ren Amamiya, Ann Takamaki, Makoto Niijima, Morgana(Metaverse or Human Form), Haru Okumura, Ryuji Sakamato, Yusuke Kitagawa, Futaba Sakura, Sojiro Sakura, Sumire Yoshizawa, OG Kasumi Yoshizawa, Caroline and Justine/Lavenza, Sadayo Kawakami, Tae Takemi, Chihaya Mifune, Munehisa Iwai, Ichiko Ohya, Sae Niijima, Kamoshida,

#persona series #persona smut #ask away!#send me asks

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nateezfics · 7 months

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thought about this hongjoong from the m countdown paris, and how hot he looked in this fit with the glasses…and immediately thought of that one kdrama kiss scene —

#and THEN i imagined hongjoong doing this 🫠#when you’re in public with him he’s all sweet and shy and so gentlemanly #sooooo soft in public and hides under the nerdy persona #but in private #OOOF #walking you through the door and instantly he’s all over you #a complete opposite from earlier #he’s ripping off his glasses and devouring you whole #fucks you so full of disrespect #a literal DEMON in the sheets #like you almost wouldn’t believe the shy guy from earlier even exists #AHSGWUDVWHHDWH #hongjoong hard thoughts #hongjoong smut #ateez hard thoughts #joongie #pretty sure the kdrama is called business proposal btw #☕️

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frickingnerd · 5 months

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our little secret

pairing: shinjiro aragaki x gn!reader

summary: while shinjiro shows off his new tattoo, he accidentally lets it slip to the others that you've got a tattoo of your own. a very well hidden one, that he shouldn't even know about…

“did it hurt?”

the residents of the iwatodai dormitory were gathered around shinjiro, who begrudgingly let them admire the new tattoo he got. he sat there, keeping his mouth shut and only answering when asked something.

“no, not really…”

shinjiro kept his answers brief, trying to cut the talking short and take the first opportunity presented to him to retreat back to his room. but whether it was fuuka asking one question after another about his tattoo, akihiko and mitsuru scolding him for ruining his body with all that ink or junpei who told him how cool he looked, they all just wouldn't stop talking to him.

“it looks really dope! next time we should get a tattoo together, shinji!”

junpei playfully bumped shinjiro's arm with his fist, trying to get the boy to agree to take him with him the next time.

“don't encourage him to get another one, junpei!” you chimed in. “shinji already got enough tattoos! a body covered in tattoos doesn't look good…”

“ha, says the one with the heart tattoo!”

shinjiro cocked up his eyebrows and glanced over at you, giving you a knowing glance. just because he had a few more tattoos didn't mean you two weren't in the same boat.

“wait, you've got a tattoo? where?”

shinjiro's comment seemed to have sparked the curiosity of your friends. especially mitsuru and akihiko seemed quite surprised that you had one, since you seemed to share their views on the topic. only one other person in the room knew about that tattoo of yours, since you told her about it once…

“how do you know about that tattoo, shinjiro? it's pretty well hidden…”

yukari's face was slightly flushed as she asked that question, as she seemingly seemed to know the answer already. she knew exactly where that tattoo was, since you told her about it. and she knew that it was nearly impossible to see it by chance…

the others slowly started to turn their heads, looking at each other and trying to see if anyone else understood what was going on. slowly, the wheels in their head began to turn. and then, one after another, they began to realize what yukari must be thinking right now.

“wait, don't tell me…”

mitsuru was the first one who said something, but quickly cut herself short, as her cheeks began to burn up as well. a look at shinjiro and you was enough to see that her theory was correct. those flushed cheeks and that awkward smile on your lips gave you two away…

“alright, i won't tell then…”

shinjiro was more than happy not to go into detail about the sort of relationship he had with you. and you didn't need the whole team to know what you two were doing alone at night in his room. or your room. and occasionally even in the lounge, if nobody was around…

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c-o-t-o · 5 months

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Came across a whole bunch of photos today with Akira's dreams of Akechi, and the ideas are

f l o w i n g lol

Expect a fluffy story of them soon, maybe it can lead to something spicy after? 👀

UPDATE: here is the fic!

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multiversal-sluts · 4 months

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Everyone say hello to the Multiversal Sluts!

Information about this blog:

• This is of course an NSFW Ask/Prompt blog for several franchises listed below (Will be updated)!

• The writer can be slow at times so please don’t rush them.

• Writer has the write to refuse any ask if it makes them uncomfortable.

• All characters are 18+.

• Account will be Degenerate at times as writer is almost limitless (I’m sorry).

• Asks and Messages are heavily encouraged! Writer likes to write and talk!

• Characters I play are flexible in build and sexuality so ask for whatever you’d like!

• If you’d like to see a continuation of a previous ask whether it’s yours or another’s just ask! I do like doing those!

• If you are curious what franchises you can send asks for that are not listed below ask me!

Limits:

• Scat

• Gore

• Vore

• Cheating

Main Franchises:

• Persona

• Pokemon

• Ace Attorney

• Fire Emblem

• One Piece Ask Requests! (Will be updated so check often!):

• Twerking Asks

• Facesitting Asks

• Gijinka Asks

• Pokemon Asks

• MILF Asks

• Stuck Asks

#pokemon smut #ace attorney smut #fire emblem smut #persona smut #one piece smut

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takami-takami · 1 year

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My headcanon about Hawks is that the same duality that exists in his personality exists in bed.

Like we all know Keigo is a good person, a good boy. We know he feels strongly, we know he's empathetic and kind and observant. But we also know he's willing to do things most people would be unwilling to do, that his actions are painted shades of moral grey.

We know he's sweet and a bit of a tease, he's passionate and optimistic. But he's also incredibly, terrifyingly serious at his core.

He's indulgent and gluttonous with his little allowances like food and sweets, yet selfless and self sacrificing to a fault. He claims to not have self control when it comes to what he wants, yet continuously denies himself the slowness and domestic life he admits to craving.

So. He loves his partner dearly, holds you like glass and treats your feelings with an innocent reverence twice as so. He wants it slow, wants it sweet, wants to cement every ounce of love he has in it.

But those wants aren't going to stop him from devouring you.

It won't stop the carnal desires from welling up, won't make his instincts to take and toy and play with you go away.

Yeah, you're his darling partner for life, his cherished love.

But you're still his chewtoy.

#hope this makes sense i know him and i love him #i want to capture this when i write. bc this allows me to make him a freak and not deviate too much from canon 😊#i want him to be a freak sooooo bad #never gonna stop being self indulgent #i have issues #i also know a lot of his personality is Fake like a Persona of sorts #so figuring him out is interesting theres so many directions to take it.#hawks x reader #🐇 rambles #keigo takami x reader #hawks smut #mha thirst #bnha thirst

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kisakis-boyfriend · 2 months

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Hey, y'all enjoy gunplay, right? Then maybe I can interest you in a fun character from P3?

I won't spoil anything in case I can also convince any of you to play the game yourself, but there's this gorgeous man known as Takaya. Takaya always carries a revolver around with him, so please allow me to paint a picture for you:

Sub reader scenario

Takaya hugs you from behind, trailing his gun along your inner thigh while he presses little kisses on your shoulder and neck. He begins to rub the barrel against your cock — the gun is loaded, because why wouldn't it be? He's encouraging you to frot with his gun.

So you do. Hesitantly, you hump the gun and moan as it starts to feel good. When Takaya thinks you're going too slow he'll hump you from behind; grinding against your ass and forcing you to brush against his gun faster. All of this while his lovely voice is right next to your ear, whispering praise and also mocking you for being scared or not thrusting quickly enough.

Eventually, Takaya uses his other hand to jerk you off; wrapping his slender fingers around your cock and the barrel to stroke them both at the same time. Your back arches as your orgasm overtakes you. Cum covers Takaya's hand but he doesn't stop, not until you're a trembling mess against his chest. Not until you moan his name like a mantra.

Dom reader scenario. Trans Takaya

Underneath you lies the most beautiful sight you have ever laid eyes on: Takaya pinned to the bed, squirming as you keep his hands in place. He's flushed and glaring daggers at you after you managed to wrestle the revolver out of his grasp.

A part of him feels excitement. This isn't something he's experienced before, seeing as most people wouldn't dare challenge him, much less try to take his gun from him. But you are bold and willing to do some crazy things just for the chance to have someone like Takaya in this position.

His legs involuntarily clamp shut when you trail the gun down his abdomen. You set the gun down long enough to undo his belt and wiggle his jeans down far enough to expose his pussy. The way his eyes flashed with a mix of fear and desire did not escape you.

Breathy moans slipped past Takaya's lips as you toyed with him at first. Briefly rubbing your fingers in between his folds just to feel his wetness leaking out before picking up the gun again to do the same motion. His eyes rolled back as you pushed against his entrance, attempting to fuck him with his own weapon. He didn't even try to fight back anymore, all Takaya wanted was for you to keep going — to see how far you would go with the power that you currently held.

His pussy leaked like a damn waterfall, covering the sheets, the revolver, and your fingers in his juices as you fuck him stupid. You make him cum several times, unwilling to give the man a break until he's on the verge of passing out. Unbeknownst to him, you're just going to fuck him later too, once he's had a rest.

#my writing #takaya sakaki #takaya smut #takaya x reader #takaya x male reader #trans takaya #persona 3 smut #persona 3 x reader #dom male reader #sub male character #male reader #dom reader #scenario #gunplay tw #sub reader

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trouble-writing · 1 year

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Hold me down

Pairing: Goro Akechi/Akira Kurusu - Rating: E - Akeshu - MafiaAU

Summary:

"I might be a little obsessed with you."

Just a quick job. Getting in, getting the information, getting out.

Becoming the centerpiece of Crow's and his organization's attention? Not something Akira anticipated.

Escaping this attention without succumbing to it might be the hardest thing he's ever done.

And he's not entirely sure if he wants to.

#akeshu #persona smut #myfanfics

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pparadiselost · 24 days

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the gentleman and the lure.

akira kurusu x fem reader you thought your relationship with akira ended five years ago, but a chance encounter with him has you rethinking it all. warning(s): nsfw, timeskip au (akira is 23), reader implied to also be 23 minors do not interact.

in all honesty, you initially thought this whole thing was your eyes playing tricks on you.

but some deeper, unconscious part of you knew otherwise. nothing else, nobody else in this world could make you do a double take in the same you just did, your feet hesitating like an out-of-beat step in the larger waltz from the passersby around you. shibuya is wild like that, demanding your adherence to the dance while setting your imagination free.

you blink. it can’t be him.

that chapter of your life had closed five years ago, and you were now preoccupied with finding your place in the world. it had taken a lot of time, a lot of anger and bargaining, a lot of unspoken grief and nights sobbing into your pillow wondering if there was anything you could have done to change the outcome, but ultimately, time proved to be the most effective medicine. you closed that part of your youth with a bittersweet tinge in your memories, and you tucked it somewhere close to your heart to savor on nights whenever drinking alone wasn’t enough to plunge you fully into the depths of your personal melancholy.

but it is him.

wavy tufts of midnight black hair, smooth skin like a greek statue come to life, and sleek black glasses frames that only momentarily hide the big innocent doe eyes that make you stop dead in your tracks.

your throat clamps down on itself. the cacophony of the city suddenly mutes itself in your ears, and you can’t hear any of it. none of the footsteps, the voices, the honking of cars and the blasting advertisements, the chirping of pigeons, everything becomes completely obsolete as you struggle to even breathe. you want to say something, to even get a pathetic squeak out, but it’s as if every part of your mind shut down instantly, and you realize you were rendered frozen.

the man standing a few feet away from you also does a double take, and a few annoyed pedestrians storm between the two of you. but he doesn’t move and neither do you.

“is… is that you? is that who i think it is?” he steps closer, and you can make out his soft voice. his lips are a gentle shade of cherry red, and you’re suddenly aware of how much taller he is than from when you last remember.

your eyes tremble when you finally let yourself take a good look at him, and despite the initial features that caught you like a deer in headlights, you also notice that he’s changed more than you thought. he’s definitely older. his features are sharper. his chest is a bit bigger and shoulders a bit broader, jawline more defined and the once-cherubic roundness in his eyes have honed themselves into something more adult-like.

your heart skips a beat.

“it is you.” there’s nowhere else for you to run now, now that he has you within arm’s reach. you’re still dumbstruck, the million thoughts in your mind unable to string themselves into tangible words, and you’re scared that this chance will slip out of your hands and become something you regret for the rest of your life. but at the same time, there’s too much emotion overwhelming you, almost like the entire passage of time spiel was rapidly unraveling in your head.

your tongue is a deadweight on the inside of your mouth, and yet when he reaches out to grab you, his hand wrapping around your arm and tugging you in his direction, leading you out of the middle of the crosswalk and towards the safety of the sidewalk, all you can conjure up is a surprised gasp. you sound like a wounded animal, but you let the dark-haired man whisk you away, your legs and feet stumbling behind you as if he was a puppeteer and you, the puppet.

it’s only when he takes you to a more secluded area, the mouth of an alley a little tucked away, do you manage to eke out your first words to him.

your voice shakes. you sound like you’re about to cry. you feel like you’re about to cry. “k… kurusu.”

he laughs under his breath, and hearing it makes you want to throw up on your own feet. you’ve craved that sound for so long. it haunts your dreams, your waking moments, the breakdowns you might have had when you stayed up past your bedtimes and let your mental demons claw too long at you.

“that’s me.”

he pauses for a second, and he glances at you almost sheepishly. he is older, but he’s definitely still very young. probably around 23, most likely fresh out of college, maybe looking for his first job out in the real world, going through the same growing pains as you are right now. he still retains that boyish charm you ascribed to him in your brain, and you see it clearly through his big angelic eyes.

“it’s been a while, hasn’t it? i’m sorry. i should apologize for that,” he starts calmly, “i didn’t mean to lose contact with so many people after i moved back home all that time back… especially with you.”

what were you supposed to say? the path of least resistance would be to lie and say that it was alright that you let him go, that you spent your time alone practically torturing yourself over a love that could no longer be. but it wasn’t like you could suddenly dump all of that, especially within the first few minutes of meeting him again, and it wasn’t like your body was being particularly cooperative either.

you hold your breath. he waits a beat, and then he rummages through his pocket and extends his phone towards you.

“here. i wish i had more time to catch up with you. i’m getting back from my lunch break right now, so i can’t stick around. but put in your information, and if you’re willing, i really want to take some time and talk to you again.” his black eyes are on you again, and you can see your startled reflection staring back from his irises. “would you be okay with that?”

you’re a person haunted. possessed. you wordlessly take his phone from his hands, and you methodically type your information in. you give it back to him without much more fanfare, and only then does he allow himself a smile.

his fingers brush across yours, and the spark that shoots straight to your stomach leaves you reeling. your heart sinks like a rock when you see his happy face. his smile is beautiful and poised, and it’s nothing short of a lethal poison to your consciousness.

“thanks. i have to run now, but i’ll contact you as soon as i can. it… it’s a miracle to see you again. i didn’t think a day like this would come.” he admits. he shifts his weight slightly, and he rechecks his watch before nodding apologetically at you. “i know it’s long overdue to say something like this, but… take care of yourself. i’ll see you soon.”

maybe in another life, you would have reached out and grabbed him by the back of his cardigan to yank him back towards you. maybe in another life, you would have followed him out to the train station that had stolen him out of your life and whisked him home, condemning you to a solitude you couldn’t wish upon anyone. maybe in another life, you were a different person that he might have considered worthwhile to keep a connection going, instead of forcing you to spiral and wonder if this was a love worth fighting for.

but it all comes crumbling when you see him dash away. you see the lush glimmer of his black hair as it bounces with his steps, long legs striding across the white paint of the crosswalks. if you were doomed to be the tragic side character stuck behind the whims of a cruel writer’s desires and fate, longing for the warmth of recognition, then this man is undoubtedly the protagonist, always just slightly out of the reach of your outstretched fingers.

the rest of shibuya closes in on him like a curtain call, the people of the city drowning out your vision of him like waves crashing down, and you’re left alone as the overwhelming and biting loneliness wraps its arm around you and chokes you from the inside out.

…

how could you describe akira kurusu? there was no easy label to slap onto everything that went down five years ago, back when you were both young and in high school and didn’t know any better. all the lovebirds on your social media apps threw around these buzzwords like situationship, delusionalship, this and that, but you hate the thought of defining what you and akira had with something so soulless. so simple.

but at the same time, you couldn't deny the truth that whatever you and akira had wasn’t clearly defined either. there were no labels despite the complexity of the relationship, and it was every bit ambiguous as the same situations everyone else bemoaned about their lackluster love lives.

it was this ambiguity that proved to be the stalker at the foot of your bed each and every night.

you two were schoolmates. you tutored him a few times. went on dates with him a few times. slept with him a few times. you two had a relationship in every sense but the label, and you had learned to foster intense and real feelings for him. you’d listen to his heartbeat while curled up in his little bed in leblanc’s attic, and you’d wake up to him rubbing the sleep out of his eyes while you’d pretend to sleep so you could cuddle him a bit longer.

but just as quickly as it seemed to begin, his probation was done, and he left tokyo before you could find any way to cling to him even across all the distance. you had hoped that he’d reach out to you in some way and let you know that you weren’t entirely delusional in believing that you had something special with him, but the long stretches of silence made you realize harshly that there was nothing for you to cling to anymore.

you’d even turn up to leblanc by yourself a few times, and sojiro would shoot you a few glances. but you never mentioned akira to him, and the old man never mentioned akira to you either. it was a silent understanding between the two of you as sojiro fixed you a cup of coffee the way you liked it, that neither of you had been successful in hearing from akira.

“so,” his calm voice shakes you from your thoughts. you’re no longer in high school and crying on your bedroom floor over your boyfriend-not-boyfriend who moved back home. you don’t feel much more adult than your teenager self, but you’re sitting at a table across from akira, who’s busy scrutinizing the menu in his hands.

you reach for the glass of water to your right and take an impatient sip. your mouth feels dry, and it’s a good tactic for you to fully avoid conversation for a little while. just a few days prior, akira had reached out to you through the newly acquired number he got from you, and he had asked you to get dinner with him like he said he would.

you should have known that this would open up old wounds, but the “what if” that nagged in your head had you accepting his offer before you could fully think it through.

could you even call it an offer though? without any real string attached? this was exactly the same way he would unofficially ask you out when the two of you were young. you two would romp all over shibuya, eating yummy snacks and doing all sorts of dumb things, too drunk in each other’s presence to really take in the world around them.

“does anything catch your eye? i heard that this place was pretty good through the grapevine,” he admits. he glances up from his menu and smiles shyly, and you almost choke mid-swallow on your mouthful of water. it’s just so unfair how deceptively pretty he is, despite the fact that the word handsome would be more suitable for a young man he is, but you know better than to think that you could ever resist his sparkling eyes.

you set your glass down. “i’ve never been here before, so… you know this place better than i do. i suppose we can ask the waiting staff here for recommendations.”

he closes the menu. “that sounds like a good idea. do you want something other than water to drink? there’s no need to be polite—this dinner is my treat. oh, don’t make that face. i was the one who invited you out, so it’s only fair that i treat you.”

were you making a face? you bit back the urge to touch your face and hide your expression behind your hands. this really felt too much like a date, and despite the walls you wanted to put back up to fend akira off, his subtle ways of peppering you with the attention you craved so badly deep down through what felt like small talk was a bit too smooth for your liking. did he do this often with other romantic prospects while he was gone? what other people did he take an interest in since the last time you had seen him? god, did he butter others up as he was with you?

you push those negative thoughts out of your head. his five years of silence spoke enough for itself, and you scold yourself internally. you should know better than to swoon over your long lost first love again, and for you, the purpose of this dinner was for you to find closure. you didn’t want to open a door to your heart for him too quickly again, lest he end up slamming it back in your face once more.

the silence between the two of you became uncomfortable. you gather your courage, soothing over the uneasy heartbeat rattling at your ribcage, and you look at him pointedly. “...i wanted to ask this last time, but i didn’t get a chance to. how have you been, kurusu?”

he stares at you as if you’ve grown a second head when his last name leaves your mouth. he leans forward and places his elbows on the table, and he folds his hands, palms down, so he can place his chin on his intertwined fingers. “kurusu? you called me that when i ran into you.”

“what else would i call you?” you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of calling him akira just yet. calling him by his first name was something personal, something intimate. it was a title reserved for people close to each other, and while you might not have hesitated had the two of you retained your relationship from before, right now, he was nothing more than a stranger to you.

he’s horrendously perceptive, and akira shrugs. “you know what to call me.”

your stomach does a flip, and you don’t want to give him more of an opening to flirt with you. it feels as if he’s stabbing you emotionally and twisting the knife into your heart, making sure you can feel the yearning and the pain in every tendon, muscle, and sinew of your being. “why are you in shibuya again?”

he pushes back against his seat slightly, his long fingers wrapping themselves against the edge of the table. “job hunting. i graduated university fairly recently, and i need to keep myself afloat. i figured a big city would have some good opportunities. and besides…”

he trails off slightly, and as much as you hate it, you’re pretty sure you can predict his next words. this place is like a second home to him. he has history here, connections, something that could serve as the foot-in-the-door for his future. he stretches his neck a little, and his jet black hair catches and twinkles like the remnants of starlight under the dim light of the restaurant.

“i’m a little picky about what i do.” his gaze is on you again. “you of all people should know that i’m not the kind of guy to be a corporate slave. i know having the ability to choose is a luxury in a society like this, but i can try, can’t i?”

you wish he wouldn’t say that. you wish you didn’t know him so well. you wish he would stop assuming that you did. you curl your fist in your lap under the table. big emotions swirl in your chest: regret, desperation, anger, but above all, a sense of foolishness for thinking that maybe, just maybe, your desire for him wasn’t as unfounded as you believed it to be.

“c’mon,” he urges. he leans in, and his voice quiets itself. “there’s a lot i have to explain to you. i… i know there’s a lot i did you wrong by. but that’s why i’m here, aren’t i? won’t you give me another chance?”

your heart plunges into your stomach when you hear the sweet cadences of his softened words. the same tones as the dulcet “good morning”s he’d whisper to you after a romantic night, the “get home safe”s he’d wish you when he’d drop you off at your train station late at night, the same whispered words from a lifetime past. he can definitely sense you wavering, the fear in your eyes, the misery that he single-handedly caused.

your lips quiver. the wise thing would be to not answer him, but could you really bear to do that? to sit in silence and close that door. this whole thing could backfire on you and leave you even more broken than he did before, but the gnawing in your gut tells you the very thing you had feared from yourself.

you were still in love with akira kurusu. you had always been.

“d-don’t make me answer that.” you hang your head. akira hums softly, and he pushes away from you again, lengthening the distance between you and him across the table by just a few more inches so you could breathe.

“well… you have the rest of the evening to think about it.” he raises his hand, smoothly waving someone from the waiting staff over. he looks to you through the corner of his eye, and when your eyes meet, he resembles less of the boy you once loved and more like a gentleman this time around, still craving to get his paws all over your love and steal it away selfishly for himself, but with more of a dangerous edge to it. like a blade hidden behind a pretty wrapper, you know his aim was to always gun straight for your heart.

his eyes narrow slightly. his lips part ever so slightly, as beautiful as the day five years ago you had given him your last kiss.

“but at the very least… why don’t you give ‘us’ another chance?”

…

“...thank you for dinner. it was very lovely.”

“there’s really no need to thank me. think nothing of it. like i said, it was the least i could do for you.” akira rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. the night air is cool against your face as the night settles down on the busy city. there’s the distant honking of horns, an ever present reminder to you that the inhabitants of shibuya never truly sleep. the world is constantly moving around you, just like time, whether you like it or not.

the sun is long gone, and the bright city lights replace its glamor. they almost remind you of stars if you let your vision unfocus, but right now, the floor is suddenly the most interesting thing you’ve seen in your entire life.

“if that’s all… i should be on my way before it gets much darker.” if you could run away from the entrance of the restaurant, you would do so in a heartbeat. you want to go home and lock yourself in your bedroom and sob your eyes out into your pillows, undoubtedly over all of the reopened wounds and over your own cowardice in regards to how to face akira. it was like whenever you made the resolve to get over him, he’d romp around your mind, and whenever you tried to play into his game, he’d simply turn the tables on you.

he glances at you. disappointment tinges his features, and it’s enough to make your heart squeeze with a bit of a painful pang. “already…? i was going to ask you if you wanted to do this again. i’ll be around the city for a little bit, and i really enjoyed myself.”

you stop dead in your tracks. it’s a bad idea to accept, but you can’t bear to do it when he’s looking at you with those big, wide eyes. it’s his ultimate weapon, paired best with his quick mind. he knows how to get you to crumble, to make your own mind turn against you, and you’re hesitating again. akira has you dancing in the palm of your hand all so effortlessly.

it’s best for you to be ambiguous. just because he can see all of your cards doesn’t mean that he can predict the way you’ll choose to play them. “i’ll see when i have time in my schedule and get back to you.”

he looks at you as if he’s unconvinced with your lackluster answer, but he’s smart. he chooses not to press you further about it. after all, cornered prey tend to get the most defensive, and he would much rather that you walk willingly into his honeyed traps.

“y’know… are you busy right now then? i’ve got a bit of a hankering for something after such a nice dinner, and my place isn’t too far off from here.” he moves closer to you, and your heart leaps into your throat at the sudden proximity. he smiles gently at you, almost too innocent for your own good. “i’ve been practicing brewing coffee all this time. i could fix you a nice cup. it’ll be a lot better than all the shitty ones i’d make you drink when we were both in high school. do you still like your coffee the same as you did back then? c’mon, it’s just one cup. i’ll make it worth your while.”

you should be wiser. sharper. stricter. but akira looks like a kicked puppy, and he also looks like he’s about to grab onto your wrist and beg on his knees if you were to give him the cold shoulder and leave. there’s a sticky lump in the back of your throat that won’t go away no matter how much you swallow, and you wonder if giving in to him would make the uneasiness in your stomach go away. would it be worth it?

“...you said your place wasn’t far?” the words coming from your mouth feel like a death sentence. the black-haired man instantly lights up, and he nods enthusiastically.

“just a couple of minutes. follow me. i promise i won’t make you regret this.” he reaches for your hand, and sparks shoot across your body when his long fingers wrap around yours, tugging you closer to his side. your stomach plummets, and you’re struck with the horrifying revelation that his hands feel so right intertwined with yours. it reminds you too closely of when he was yours, of when you’d walk side-by-side as if you were a real couple.

you can barely remember the walk to his place. you vaguely recall crossing a few streets, your attention too transfixed on the man guiding you. you stumble up a few apartment steps, your heartbeat hammering in between your ears and stirring up a storm in your temples as he fumbles with his front keys, swinging his door open too eagerly, and practically shoving you into his apartment suite.

your throat tightens up for the millionth time that night when the first thing you can make out from his doorway is how much his apartment simply smells like him. it hasn’t changed in five years; he still smells exactly like the way he would when you’d nuzzle into the crook of his neck all those years ago.

“it’s not anything special.” he comes up from behind you, kicking his shoes off before straightening them by the entrance. “but it’s perfect for someone living alone. i promise it’s normally a lot cleaner than i have it right now, so ignore anything that… might be a bit messy. y’know how it is with us men and living alone.”

you barely respond to his joke as you slide your own shoes off, stuck in basically a trance-like state. you trace your eyes over every part of his tiny apartment: the pictures hung up on his wall, the coats hanging from the closet with the door slid halfway open, the mismatched bits of furniture he most definitely got second hand. despite his warning, his place is maintained nicely and clean, nothing short of what you’d expect from someone as surprisingly prim and proper as him. he’s a gentleman to his core.

he leads you to his living room, where you can get a pretty good glimpse of his small kitchen. his place is rather intimate, cozy, the kind of place that feels like it was made to welcome you. you barely keep yourself from curling your hands into fists to keep them from shaking, and you focus your mind on the details you can see as you sink down into his couch.

“stay right there.” akira pads into the kitchen, and he opens his cabinets to rummage for his supplies. “i’m going to break out the really fancy coffee cups, just for you. sojiro never taught me this part specifically, but i’m pretty sure he’d rip my teeth out if i served my coffee to a pretty lady in a regular cup.”

you almost stop breathing when he slips in a compliment so nonchalantly. you want to scold him and tell him to quit doing things like that. it’s bad for your resolve, and you hate to think about how he managed to get this smooth while you were gone. you gnaw on your tongue as akira hums to himself, working his magic with the beans of his choice. soon enough, the mature aroma of coffee stains the air, wafting like a magic spell towards you and intermingling with his scent. you could get drunk off a smell like this, entranced and held captive in place without a single restraint to physically hold you down.

you’re so caught up in savoring this nice atmosphere, irregardless of the weird tension mounting the back of your mind, that you barely catch akira as he brings you a fancy cup filled with freshly made coffee. he has a matching one for himself, a pair finely decorated porcelain cups that feature what looks like a painted couple in old rococo-esque clothes. they’re definitely meant to be used together, probably best for a couple. you don’t really get the chance to overthink it too much, as he hands you one and keeps one for himself. you mumble a shy word of thanks as you warm your hands against the glass.

your reflection stares back at you when you glance over the rim. the color is dark yet refined, like you’re staring into a rippling lake rather than a cup of coffee. it smells even more delicious now that it’s up close, and it feels like a shame to drink it. it makes you wish that you were a coffee connoisseur in the way that akira is, like you’re unfit to be able to appreciate the art that comes with making a beautiful cup of coffee.

“i made it just the way i remember you to like it. but better, of course, now that i have more practice under my belt. i know what i’m doing with my coffee now. go ahead. try it, and let me know what you think.” akira encourages you. his eyes are twinkling in clear excitement. you peek at him and then back at your dumbfounded self staring back in the coffee.

you bring the cup to your lips and take a tentative sip, not wanting to burn yourself. a rich and deep flavor, bitter and yet delectable, coats your tongue and the inside of your cheeks. it slips down your throat easily, warming you up from the inside and out and taking away the tension building up in your body straight away. you let out a small sigh of happiness as you take the cup away from your lips, and you’re pretty sure your contentment is written all over your face.

he grins. “good, isn’t it? i knew you’d like this one. i’ll spare you all the details about the beans i’ve used since you probably don’t want to hear it. but have as much as you’d like. nothing makes a man prouder than knowing that he’s made his girl happy.”

there it is again. you look down at your coffee cup with mixed feelings stirring in your heart. but the atmosphere right now is too good for you to want to ruin it. you want to savor what little sweetness you can steal from him. you’ve willingly walked into the lion’s den, and if you’re staring directly into doom’s maw, the very least you could do was to find some enjoyment in it.

so instead you simply lift the cup, pretend you’re gulping back any regrets and doubts in your mind, and take another generous mouthful of the coffee akira’s specially brewed for you.

…

“ohhhh- ah- fuck- wait, d-don’t touch me there like that…!”

your body twists violently against his bed, and akira laughs softly against your ear. his grip on you from behind is tight, and no matter how much you thrash against his chest, he refuses to let go of you. your skin is hot despite the cool fabric of his sheets, and it feels like your body’s going to completely give out on you.

you already knew from the start that his coy invitation for coffee was just bait for him to lure you into his bed. but even with that knowledge, there’s something about being stuck back in a lewd embrace with him again that has your stomach coiling in with both excitement and shame. both of your clothes are strewn against his floor, and his cheap mattress creaks as if annoyed whenever you writhe in his arms.

“you’ve changed so much during the time i took my eyes off of you.” one hand gropes shamelessly at your bare tits, sighing when he feels the plush flesh of your chest fill out his palms. his fingers play with your erect nipples, applying just the slightest bit of pressure all to get you to cry out and throw your head back against his bare chest. “and yet… all of your sensitive parts haven’t changed whatsoever. you’ve missed me, haven’t you?”

you don’t have any words for something like that. your lips are swollen from how much he’s kissed you, the small talk about coffee nothing more than an overture for him to lead you into his bedroom, effortlessly coaxing your clothes off of you and indulging in your body again. you hate how well he meshes with your body, how responsive you are to his physical touches, as if you’ve been waiting for this as much as he was.

“i asked you a question.” his sharp voice cuts through the haze in your thoughts, and you shudder when his other hand snakes down your stomach. one knee expertly separates your legs, and a moan builds up in the back of your throat when he starts playing with your wetness.

akira is a tease through and through. he slides his fingers up and down your slit, and you let out an embarrassed squeak, wanting to cover your face. your juices cover his digits, and heat throbs in your core and pulses under the skin of your face when you register the slick sounds your folds make.

fuck—were you really that aroused already?

“so wet… and all we did was kiss. are you that turned on from just that? you’re rather naughty, aren’t you?” he looks at you with words that are nothing like how sweet his eyes are. your voice dies out in your mouth as his fingers start to circle around your pulsing hole, almost like it’s a silent reminder of how much easy access he has to your body.

it’s not fair how easily he can get you to physically succumb to him. this was definitely your fault; you refused any other romantic prospects ever since akira left you, which meant that it had been five long years where your only sexual release was whatever you had to offer to yourself. and with how badly you’ve been pining after him, it was safe to say that touching yourself came nowhere close to having akira’s hands wandering all over your body again.

you yelp when he bites down slightly at your ear, his sharp incisors nipping carefully at the thin skin.

“i want an answer,” he demands breathlessly. “you’ve always been so shy… that part of you hasn’t changed at all.”

“d-don’t make me answer that…!” you choke out. your voice is high-pitched and strained, nothing like the collected facade you had shown him during dinner. he pinches your swollen clit, and pleasure stabs at your stomach. you arch your back against his chest, another desperate cry escaping you. he’s good at this little back and forth, flickering between torturing your clit to rubbing loving circles into your sticky nub. your pussy convulses, and your inner walls are drooling to be fucked out and stuffed with his cock. your body’s missed his touches almost as much as you have emotionally, and the fact that he’s experienced with your body does nothing in your favor.

he presses his lips into the gentle curve of your face, kissing you over and over again. his kisses are so sweet and chaste, unlike the way he toys with your lower half. your hole flutters and dances around his fingertips, leaking like a broken faucet, your pussy telling him everything you refuse to verbalize. he knows how much you want him to fuck you, but he also knows how stubbornly shy you can get. and he also knows that sex is so much more fun when he can peel back all of your walls to get you right where he wants you.

“you’re going to have to answer me, you know,” he purrs. the vibrations reverberate against his chest and towards your bare back. “a gentleman would never do something his lady doesn’t want to do. you can thank sojiro for that.”

you squeeze your thighs slightly around his wrist, and you shudder. “please… don’t do this to me… it’s embarrassing.”

“it’s only me… you’ve slept with me before. why so shy now?” his tongue laps at the shell of your ear, and another shiver runs down your spine when his warm tongue captures your sensitive skin, licking against the thin skin and making your pussy clamp up unintentionally. “unless…? don’t tell me. is there another guy you’ve been doing this with?”

you shake your head vehemently. you wouldn’t ever dream about fucking someone that isn’t akira kurusu.

“like i said, it’s- it’s embarrassing…!!” you breathe. his hands feel so good, touching you all over from behind. you can feel him grinding his hard-on against your ass, and your throat constricts on itself when you feel how big and thick he is. he was always well-built even when you fucked him during your teenage years, but in your memory, he wasn’t this big… your cunt throbs painfully with anticipation at the thought of being stretched out on such a big cock after such a long dry spell, and the arousal swirling slowly in your stomach pleads with you to set your pride aside just this once.

he sighs against your ear. he’s disgustingly sensual, that stupid akira, and his words are honeyed and sensual. “it’s only me… c’mon, all you need to say is that you want me. ‘please fuck me, akira! please fuck me with your cock! i want it inside my pussy!’ that's all you need to say. not too hard now, hm? i basically told you what you needed to say.”

heat burns at your cheeks, and there’s a lump in the back of your throat. you want it, you want to do everything he just said so badly. you want him to pin you down to his cheap mattress and fuck the daylights out of you, until you can’t feel your legs and you can let go of all the emotional baggage you built up. the shame and the embarrassment grip in between your hips, and you swallow back whatever hesitation swims in your gullet.

“p-please fuck me, akira…,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “i want you inside me… want your cock inside my pussy…”

“hm? what was that? i could barely hear you.” akira presses harshly against your clit. you let out a loud yelp, electric pleasure jolting up in your pussy. “see? i know you’re capable of being much louder with that pretty voice of yours…”

if looks could kill, you would have murdered akira in your bed with the glare you shot him. he blinks innocently at you, a small grin poised on his lips. this is a battle you can’t win, unless you want to leave his house unsatisfied and unable to do anything about the throbbing deep inside your gut.

“please fuck me, akira!” you make sure your words are pointed. “i-i want you to fuck me! please put your cock inside my- my pussy…!”

he laughs under his breath and rewards you with a kiss, even though you’re flushing with heat and wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole. “oh, i’ll gladly do that, sweetheart. that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

you bite back your complaints, heart thumping wildly inside of your chest. his erection prods against your thighs, and you part them wider so he can slot himself from behind. you swallow again when his cock slides up and down your slit, and your vision spins when he grinds up against your pussy. his fingers continue to rub and play with your clit, making sure that you don’t get even a second of rest from him.

his pre-cum stained cockhead prods naughtily at your fluttering hole. you take in a deep breath as he presses his tip against the tight ring of muscle. his dark eyes peer at you. “ready, my pretty girl?”

you nod, and a moan immediately lodges itself inside your mouth when he pushes himself in. he’s slow, painstakingly slow, when he pushes himself in. it’s like he wants you to feel every inch of his length, reminding you of everything you’ve missed, of how good it felt to have his cock penetrating you again after so long. akira hisses through his teeth, pushing his cock into your cunt, fighting past through all of the hot and wet tightness, and it takes all of his self-restraint not to empty his balls into your pussy right there and then.

“shit…,” he says breathlessly, “were you always this tight…? fuck- your pussy’s clenching all over my dick… can’t get enough of me now, can you?”

you focus on your breathing, trying to relax your body. a dull sense of pleasure pricks at your brain, and it spreads and trickles under your skin as if it’s a droplet of blood pooling at your fingertip and dripping down. your stomach curls in on itself, and even when you were bracing yourself for the stretch, feeling it all anew feels like it’s blowing your brains out.

“ah-,” you exhale shakily, trembling in his arms, “s-so big…”

“yeah?” he sounds strained too, his cock twitching dangerously against its tight restraints. “‘ve missed this pretty pussy so much, love. i knew you weren’t someone i could just let go willy-nilly. i’ve got you now, pretty, all in my arms.”

you hum, savoring the sensation of your plush walls stretching out to fit his cock, his balls tensed up at your entrance. he hadn’t started moving yet and you were this starstruck over his dick. how the hell were you going to live through the whole ordeal? it didn’t matter. even this much felt good and had you writhing like a lithe cat against his chest, your curves slotting straight into his wandering hands like two matching pieces of a puzzle.

“y-you feel different,” you mumble as one hand ghosts over your chest and the other makes its place in between your thighs again. a whimper bubbles up inside of you when he goes back to rubbing slow circles into your clit, your pussy clenching up and massaging his dick as arousal shoots through your stomach.

“mhm? tell me about it.” he draws his hips back carefully, and you can hear him let out a haggard exhale when your walls cling to him, not wanting to let his cock go. the friction has you seeing stars in your mind, your brain threatening to melt into goo. he’s still incredibly slow as he pushes back into you, giving your body a chance to catch up, but even at this pace, his thrusts are deep and full.

you shouldn’t stroke his ego, but you wouldn’t be lying if you said that the five years you spent apart from him did change him. maybe you also had gone too long without him and the withdrawal had changed you too. “i don’t know… you feel bigger- feels good inside me…”

“yeah? keep talking to me then. i missed that sweet voice of yours.” his eyelids flutter when your walls twist around him, your greedy pussy eagerly sucking him in deeper and swallowing him in. “ohhhh, fuck…! shit, you feel so fucking good- so fucking tight… haven’t had your pussy in way too long…”

your chest tightens, and you can feel your breathing growing shaky. his thrusts are slowly getting faster, finding a groove that has your thoughts quivering with each snap of his hips. you’re hypersensitive to how he feels inside of you. you can feel everything, and your pussy remembers again how good it felt to have him fucking you. he remembers too, the angles that you liked and just how deep he needed to fuck into you to get you to squeal. and speak of the devil-

“-!! akira!! n-not there, akira! s-so deep-!” your words start slurring together. pleasure rips through your pussy as he effortlessly locates your sweet spot again and starts bullying your deepest parts with his cockhead. “i-if you keep fucking me like that, you’re gonna make me cum…!”

“you say that like it’s a bad thing,” akira chuckles. his dark curls sweep against his forehead, eyes hiding behind the wisps of midnight black hair. “what if that’s what i want you to do? what kind of man leaves his girl unsatisfied? it’s only fun when you’re feeling good… i want to see if i can still get you to crumble after all these years.”

you hiccup as he keeps fucking into you. you can’t think properly, not when he’s hitting your sweet spot without any issue, each thrust forcing his cockhead to slam into your g-spot right on. he keeps playing with your clit, moving in rhythm with his thrusts so that you don’t get even a moment’s worth of reprise. your chest is tight, and your breathing is ragged, your brain only managing to hang on just to get enough oxygen to your fluttering heart.

“yeah, you like it when i touch you like this, don’t you?” akira sounds so full of himself as he practically purrs at you like a cat. he wasn’t lying when he said he missed your body; his cock keeps drooling inside of you. your juices intermingle and mix, acting as the perfect lubricant for him. each snap of his hips is faster and harder, and your mind keeps lighting up with sparks of pleasure as his cock stretches you out. “that’s my girl. ‘m so glad i got your attention again. life is just too boring without you here… ‘m not gonna leave you again, you hear? i made that mistake once. i’m not gonna make it twice.”

“akira!” you scream out, unable to hold yourself back. so much for that rightful fear of yours. you could never resist him, not when he’s saying the very things you dreamt of for five years straight, consoling yourself with no one at your side, just imagining how things might be different if he had wanted you as much as you wanted him.

and now he does. now he’s gripping onto your body, making you twist and turn with pleasure, completely at his mercy with your legs spread apart and your cunt stretched out his girthy cock. the squelching noises as his cock slides in and out of you are downright obscene, and you can’t remember the last time you had gotten this shamelessly wet. not even masturbating had your pussy this excited; your fingers could never replace what real dick did for your cunt.

“there we go. that’s my name,” he praises you. “scream it all you want for me. i want to hear your pretty voice. it makes me feel really good when i hear you crying out my name… it’s like you know that i’m your man. only me. not anybody else.”

you shudder, his dirty talk making your stomach furl in on itself. you hate that silken tongue of his, how he can say such sweet things to you and yet turn you on so badly. you’re glad that he likes you this much; otherwise, you don’t even want to think about what other embarrassing things he might make you do for his own entertainment. this is his version of playing nice. you’re lucky that he considers himself a gentleman and would do anything for your pleasure.

the lewd sounds of lovemaking and skin against skin quickly fill the room, and he’s thrusting into you just the way you like it. he wasn’t lying when he said he remembered every detail of your sensitive body. he was so good at playing with your body that it almost felt like you were being attacked at all angles. he was showering your nipples and clit with attention, his lips chasing after your body and pressing sticky kisses all over whatever patches of bare skin he could reach. he’d lean his head to make out with you too, eating up your moans as you cry into his mouth, his tongue swirling against yours and making you almost collapse into a heap of sweaty limbs and lovejuices out of how good it was.

“so tight… yeah, you like it like this, don’t you? my cock is the best, isn’t it? you keep clenching up around me, pretty girl,” he breathes. his words are velvety and dark, and whenever he slips his tongue into your mouth, he tastes so addictively good. “i can feel how much your pussy wants me… even if you’re committed to being this shy, your body tells me everything i need to know.”

“don’t say things like that…!” you somehow force your words out through gritted teeth. “i already told you, it’s embarrassing!”

his lips curl into a cruel smile as he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, clearly enjoying the way he’s making you squirm. if there’s one thing akira loves, it’s putting you in the hotseat and knowing that he has this kind of effect on you. “is it though? i’m only telling the truth.”

he pinches at your clit at the same time he thrusts up harshly into you, and you let out a breathless shriek as red-hot pleasure rams into your gut. your inner walls clamp down unconsciously onto his dick, gripping onto every inch of his cock. your cervix milks and massages his tip, your pussy pleading desperately to be filled up with both his cock and his cum.

“just like that.” he sounds so pleased with himself. akira isn’t the kind of guy to get a big head and walk around as if he ruled the place, but he wasn’t one to let any of his victories just slide past. “see? that pretty pussy of yours won’t lie to me.”

your stomach won’t stop lurching with each rough thrust. the heat deep inside of you keeps coiling into painful knots, and you think you’re going to lose your mind. all you can think about is how good it feels to have akira messing up your insides, your walls squelching and molding itself to the shape of his cock. the pleasure is mind-numbing in every sense of the word, and your brain keeps devouring all of the sensations flickering underneath your skin. he knows how to get you aroused too easily, and he makes sure you feel everything he’s doing to you. whether it’s speeding up or slowing down, egging you on with your most sensitive parts, he doesn’t give you an opportunity to really catch up with him.

“feels good- feels so good-,” your words are starting to melt together incoherently, all of the overwhelming sensations getting the better of you. “if you keep fucking me like that, you’re gonna make me cum…”

“oh, silly girl, we’ve talked about this already.” he kisses your shoulder, and your mouth goes dry when the tip of his sharp teeth ghosts over your exposed skin. “i already told you that that was my goal from the very start. i wanna see my girl cum all over my cock, just like you used to do. you’d make the prettiest noises as you came… are you going to moan for me like that again? or are you going to get shy? do i have to fuck the moans out of you?”

you whimper helplessly, cunt tightening up. you hate how much that turns you on, how much letting him have his way with you has you melting like putty. you must have more of a masochistic side than you’re willing to admit, given how much you get off on having akira manhandle you.

“don’t be mean to me… you’re so mean…,” you eke out weakly.

“i’m not being mean. if anything, you’re the mean one… is it too much for a man to want to see how good he’s making his girl feel? i want to see your face twisted in pleasure, your voice all ruined for me, your body all messed up because of me…,” he hums to himself. the lump in the back of your throat is there again, and as if to accentuate his point, he thrusts sharply into you.

a shockwave of heat shreds you from the inside out, and you arch your back harshly. he keeps torturing you like this. is this his way of edging you? keeping you this close to the edge and telling you about how much he wants to make you cum but not really letting you? akira loves how responsive your pussy is, how you keep milking his cock and fluttering all excitedly around him whenever he whispers about all the lewd things he wants to do to you. your thighs won’t stop shaking, and your juices are dripping everywhere, coating his balls and trickling down your skin and messing up his sheets.

you’re going to cum soon. your body feels weak and flushed all at once, and heat keeps mounting wildly inside of you. you can’t keep up with everything akira’s doing to you, and no matter how much he’s teasing you and whispering all sorts of dirty things into your ear, all of it is going straight into making your pussy feel good. your cunt won’t quit sucking him in, instantly hooked on the feeling of having your ex-fling’s cock stuffing it again.

you’re better than this. you know that, and yet you’re not above falling prey to akira’s words and honeyed traps. he’s spun a perfect web to ensnare you in, and you never stood a chance. he has you right where he wants you.

and you look so, so beautiful to him. he can feel how close you are. your pussy keeps pulsing and squeezing around his length, and your moans are growing more and more desperate. your eyes have lost focus a long time ago, but he knows that if he were to grab your face and force you to look at him, your pupils would still dilate and show him a clear reflection of his triumphant face. sweat beads at your body, and your bare skin is all laid out for him to admire. how could he ever leave you behind like that? you’re everything he’s ever wanted and more. it’s almost too good for him to believe.

“wanna cum-,” you stumble over your own words. “please- ‘m so close, akira… it hurts- don’t edge me…”

he hums, and you let out a pained whine when he slows his pace down, dragging his cock out of you painfully. your hole clings to every inch of his cock, not wanting to let him go, scared that he won’t fuck himself back into you. your brain lights up with pleasure as he slowly fucks himself back in before speeding back up, and the sensation is like whiplash to your overwhelmed senses.

your stomach curls dangerously, and your vision shakes violently as the heat rushes to your gut. you’re so close, so close to cumming, basically almost there. you hold your breath, anticipating the dizzying fall, just needing a little more from him to tip you over the edge. you clench your eyes shut as your insides throw a fit, overstimulated and reeling from how downright good it feels to get dicked down again.

except akira won’t give it to you that easily.

you let out a drawn out cry when he controls his pace and refuses to give you what you want, and you writhe in his arms, clawing at his bare skin and shaking your head back and forth. it’s awful, you hate it, you hate not being able to cum, feeling like there was a dry spell that refused to be satiated. you feel hollow and empty despite him fucking his cock back into you, trying to build that arousal back up.

“y-you’re edging me!” you protest. “please- i was so close- just wanna cum… it hurts…”

“sorry.” he doesn’t sound sorry at all, but he tries to appease you by pressing another flurry of sweet kisses to your face and neck. “can you blame me though? you sound so pretty, look so pretty… i like knowing that i still have it in me. hm? i’m making you feel good, aren’t i?”

it’s unfair how easily he can mess around with both your physical needs and your emotions. all you care about right now is the burning in between your thighs, the secondary pulse inside of your pussy wanting release. your pussy keeps getting more and more sloppy, juices spilling everywhere. your body isn’t resisting any of his touches anymore, and he’s fucking into you without cracking a sweat.

“c’mon,” he whispers seductively. “let me hear you beg for me some more. this is the only time you’ll ever sweeten up to me. you’re usually the thorny one otherwise. think you’re up for it? or do i need to tell you what to say again?”

your throat tightens, and your mind wavers. your thoughts have hazed over a long time ago, not caring about anything else happening in the world. all that mattered to you right now was the delicious stretch of akira’s cock inside your hole, and all you wanted right now was to cum all over his dick like you didn’t have a shred of pride left in your body. and you bet that was what akira wanted out of you: his guarded and jaded former classmate fucked out into a loving, cum-stained mess right in his bed.

the words are leaving your mouth before you can even fully comprehend them. “want it- want it so bad, akira… please, please, wanna cum on your cock- i’ve wanted it so bad… wanted it all this time, nothing else made me feel good! your cock’s the best, i wanna cum on your cock… please- i can’t think about anything else!”

he laughs breathlessly. you don’t know if it’s because he’s incredulous or if it’s because he’s impressed. maybe both. you couldn’t care less, not when your arousal pounds painfully throughout every corner of your body. you think you’ll actually burst if you don’t get to cum soon.

“yeah? god, can you blame me for getting so greedy with you when this is the kind of shit you reward me with?” he kisses your temples softly, and his lips move against your sweat-beaded skin. “i suppose i’ve tortured you enough, yeah? what a good girl you are, doing everything i ask you to do… it’s okay, i’m not going anywhere. you can cum on my cock as much as you want. it’s my turn to pamper my girl a bit…”

finally. finally…! good god, you swear you’re about to see the pearly gates right there. akira angles his hips just right, and he rams mercilessly into you, savoring the choked out cries and moans of thanks you let out, his name generously mixed into your muddled whimpers the way he likes it best. you’re hanging on by a thread, and akira’s fucking you in a way that’ll have you come undone any moment now.

“c-cumming…! ‘m cumming- akira- oh fuck- fuck, fuck, cumming!”

your cunt clamps down on his cock like a vice, and you throw your head back, a breathless shriek dying out on your lips as your orgasm crashes into you like a brick wall. something warm and wet gushes out in between your thighs, and heat overtakes you entirely. it feels so good, feeling that tightness in your gut snap and unravel and come completely loose, all of the pleasure coursing through your veins and making your mind go entirely blank. you can barely force a breath through your mouth, shuddering as akira guides you through your high, keeping your quivering walls stretched out to their limit as he pumps his cock in and out you through it all.

your world spins, and it feels like everything is giving out under you. your already foggy vision is fighting to stay as it is, and you cling to whatever part of akira is holding you from behind. fuck, you can’t remember when the last time you came like this was. masturbating and fucking yourself on your fingers all by yourself always felt so dull and lackluster, and actually getting a taste of real dick after having been deprived for so long felt like your entire universe was being flipped upside down. you didn’t even realize how badly you were shaking until akira held firmly onto your form, keeping you locked flush against his bare chest.

“ooh, bet that felt really nice-,” his voice warbles through your hearing. your heartbeat roars against your ears, and it takes everything in you to fully focus on what he’s saying. “fuck- i missed making my girl cum like that… i almost forgot that you make such a pretty face whenever you cum… makes me want to tease you even more. yeah? did it feel that good to cum on my cock? you missed it too, didn’t you?”

your head is heavy as you try to get yourself to nod, fully aware of all the slick covering his cock now. did you really cum that hard? you can’t make heads or tails out of anything right now, the aftermath of your high still possessing you fully. you’re a fucked out mess in that moment, and your head buzzes with the dull thrums of euphoric pleasure. you’re vaguely aware of how much akira’s dick is twitching inside of you, undoubtedly hurtling close to his own high now that he’s seen you turn into this mushy mess all because of him.

his balls twitch against your lower lips. his cock keeps spasming deep inside of you, and the same desperation that had claimed you whole is egging him on too. he wants to fuck his cum into you, watch your cunt struggle to keep all of it, stare down at you with his lust-stricken eyes as the pearly white ropes start to leak out of you.

you whine against the friction as he keeps bucking his hips against yours, grinding up just to feel a bit more of you. your head spins at the overstimulation, with him still rutting against you despite the fact that you just came. “t-too much, akira-”

“i’m close, promise-,” he grunts out. “bear with me, okay? so close, gonna fill up your pretty pussy with my cum- you’re being so good for me…”

you nod weakly. you want him to fill you up, want to feel the swell of your stomach as his cum floods your insides. you can bear that much. you keep crying out for him, letting your voice spur him on. you’re sure you’re going to be a sore mess tomorrow, aches already spreading across your lower back and legs, but with how much downright pleasure he can plunge you straight into, it’s a worthwhile trade off.

“god, you’re so fucking perfect…! take it- fuck- take it all… gonna make you mine, gonna make you my girl-,” akira groans. you yelp when he grabs at your hips and keeps you stuck in place, and he buries his cock as deep as he can fuck himself into you. a cold shiver spreads across your spine when he cums hard straight into your cunt, and the warmth bursts across your gut. your walls keen and strain as it stretches out to take his semen while his cock is still stuffed inside, and a sense of otherworldly bliss spreads across your brain when you can feel white hot ropes flood your womb.

“ohhhh- fuck- god-,” akira cries out. he buries his head against your shoulder, panting heavily. your intoxicating scent fills his nose, and he swears that he’s no longer on this earth. just as much as you’ve craved the physical intimacy, akira longed to feel this again, to feel your weight in his arms, to feel the warmth of his cock softening inside of your cunt as your lovejuices mix together. all sorts of hazy pleasures flicker up inside of his mind, and there’s nothing he wants to do more than to keep whispering sweet nothings to you and have you all plugged up with his cum, cement you as his for just a few seconds longer.

but he knows better than to push his luck even more than he has. your mind is swimming even more than his is, and he has to be the responsible one despite having initiated this whole mess to begin with.

he pulls out with a low groan, and you turn over to lay down on your back finally. your knees part unconsciously, and when akira sits up, he’s immediately entranced at the slow stream of his cum that trickles out of your fluttering hole. his cum slides down the curve of your ass and onto his sheets, a small pool forming underneath you.

did… he really cum that much?

he lets you have a second to pull yourself together, and he helps you. you’re still shaky, but you manage to thank him quietly as he gets up. he grabs the base of his half-hard cock, and he presses the sticky tip to your mouth. you look up at him wordlessly through your eyelashes, but your tongue darts out in between your lips. you obediently start licking the excessive cum off of his length, making sure to swirl your tongue into his slit and let him see you swallowing down whatever he couldn’t fuck into your throbbing cunt.

you missed this salty, heady taste too. you wish you weren’t so fucked out, wish you had something intelligent to say to this. more than anything else though, you wish you could feel something other than a sick sense of delight at everything that went down. you should be mortified at letting him pry his way into your heart so easily, for letting your walls down so quickly despite having spent five years building them up.

but now that everything was said and done, all you wanted in that moment was for him to lay down again so you could crawl back into his arms and feel his heartbeat against your bare body. that was the kind of man akira kurusu was. you couldn’t bring yourself to stay away from him for too long, no matter what you tried. you two were meant to be, no matter how much that sentiment had hurt you whenever you were young.

akira mumbles something about getting ready to clean you up, and you gingerly let yourself flop back down on his bed. fatigue seeps quickly into you. too much happened all at once that night, and no matter how much you fought through the fog in your head to make sense of everything, you remember very little after a certain point.

…

the appetizing scent of curry and coffee greets you when you slowly let your eyelids flutter open. you’re still naked, and the blanket covering you is light and cool. a gentle stream of sunlight tiptoes through the bedroom, and you stir, suddenly aware of how sleep-logged and heavy your body feels. still, it feels nice when you stretch your arms and legs, before realization slams into your consciousness like a sack of bricks.

you shoot upright, and your back immediately screams out in pain.

fuck. you messed up. you messed up big time.

you scramble to the edge of the bed, and in the corner, your clothes are freshly laundered and folded up. uncertainty gnaws at your stomach, and you rush to get dressed, haphazardly dragging your clothes over your head and slithering into whatever you had on last night. there’s no sign of akira anywhere, at least inside the bedroom, but this place is very much not your room nor your bed, so it has to be akira’s.

it was one thing to go out to dinner with akira and go back to his place for a cup of coffee. it was another to somehow end up having sex with him and passing out in his bed as if you two were actually lovers. you want to slap yourself in the face as the mortification fully settles in. you had only wanted closure last night, and now you don’t know what to make of the situation. things just got messy way too fast; you never had intended on sleeping with him, let alone letting him fuck you raw and creampie you.

you have half a mind to make a run straight for his front door, but when you crack his bedroom door open, you can hear humming and the clattering of plates from the kitchen. you shyly pad out into his hallway and towards where the noise is coming from. whatever foolish hopes you had of making a clean getaway were gone the moment you woke up, clearly having slept in from how much sunlight was pouring in through all of the windows. the very least you could do was maybe thank him for taking care of you last night and apologize for staying the night unexpectedly.

“oh!” akira whirls around with a pan in his hand. surprise blooms on his face, but he quickly smiles at you. “you’re up already! was i too loud? here, why don’t you take a seat at the table? i was hoping i could wake you up with breakfast already prepared, but i guess you beat me to it.”

heat pricks at your cheeks. you want to decline his offer, but the scent of food hits far stronger now that you’re close to the source. you’re begrudgingly reminded of how hungry you are when your stomach practically yowls, so you hang your head and shuffle awkwardly over to take a seat at his dining table. at the center is a small box of contraception and a glass of water, clearly meant for you, and you’re rendered shy again at how far ahead akira is compared to you.

he must have woken up early to have run to the store for plan b and to have enough time to basically cook up a whole meal for you. you don’t have to wait long before akira proudly presents you with a plate of hot rice and curry, followed by a mug of coffee prepared the way you like it best.

“eat. you’ll need the energy if you’re going to be taking the pill,” he encourages you. he presses a spoon into your hand, and you say a quick word of thanks before digging into the food. you’re not sure if it’s because he’s a good chef or if it’s because you’re ravenous, but you make quick work of breakfast. akira laughs softly at how you’re wolfing down your food and reminds you to chew, but before either of you know it, both of your plates are empty and a strained silence lingers above your heads.

“um…” you glance nervously at him. “i can do your dishes before i leave. and- um- please let me know how much i owe you for everything. i really should be on my way…”

“do my dishes? owe me anything?” the dark-haired man looks at you as if you’ve grown a second head. “are you in a rush to go somewhere?”

you should lie and tell him you have a prior appointment. if you’re smart, you would have hopped on the closest train that’ll take you far far away from this dangerous man. but clearly you aren’t as smart as you believe yourself to be, given how many times you chose against the “smarter” option to land yourself where you are now. what’s one more indulgent mistake?

“not… necessarily.” you don’t know how to tell him that you’re not sure how to face everything now. it’s impossible to close the gap of five years in just one hookup, no matter how much your hearts might have both yearned for it. there’s a lot of heavy emotional work left to be done if you want something meaningful to come out of it, and you can’t deny the fact that akira has objectively hurt you by disappearing from your life five years ago.

but when he reaches over the dining table to take your hand and squeeze it encouragingly, your resolve can only hold strong for so long. you peer up from where you’re staring down at your lap. his beautiful doe eyes are looking straight at you, and your heart throbs painfully inside of your chest.

you want him. you want this. you want all of it to work out, somehow.

“if there’s no hurry,” he murmurs soothingly, “stay a while. we have so much we have to catch up on.”

you want to believe in the good. in the worthwhile. in the in-betweens and the gray spaces and the happy endings that are still in the making. it might not have been there the last time, but things have changed, regardless of whether or not you’re willing to accept. with his hand intertwined with yours, this newfound tension hanging between the two of you, maybe it’s time for you to close the gap that had been plaguing you for so long.

this time, you won’t be alone.

author's note: wowee two fics from user pparadiselost within a week!!! i know, i know i have the most random posting schedule oopsie,,,, (//ω//) this fic is dedicated to @clubkira and was inspired by her lovely selfship with akira kurusu! i hope you all enjoyed reading, and if you want to show some appreciation, please consider donating to the humanitarian cause in gaza!!

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intern-seraph · 10 months

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mercy, mercy

You await judgement for unknowingly violating the human-fae treaty. The punishment is typically death, but the ever-so-kind General Vanrouge has an alternative proposal. (AKA, "I told my fae boyfriend that thinking about him behaving more like he did as a General is hot and we turned it into a scene??? (Not clickbait) (Gone sexual)")

i need lilia vanrouge to rail me into the bed (he is 3 inches shorter than me) anyways writing out the tags for this was kinda wild lmao please enjoy

originally posted on ao3

cws: BDSM scene, sexual roleplay, dom/sub dynamic, hard dom lilia, elements of consensual non-consent, sensory deprivation (sight), safeword usage, whipping, riding crops, collaring+leashes, degradation, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, spanking, orgasm control, forced orgasm, crying, rough oral sex, blowjobs, deepthroating, rough sex, vaginal sex, creampie, choking, aftercare, safe sane consensual, fem!reader

At this point, you’ve lost track of time. The room is so dark, not a single light turned on; even the windows are covered. You’re shaking when the door finally opens. You wince away from the narrow beam of light that slips through the cracked doorway. It’s quickly blocked, however, by a familiar and terrifying shadow. Your throat tightens, but despite the fear that shoots down your spine, you throw yourself on the floor before your captor.

“Please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-to trespass. I swear, General, i-if I knew that I was going to pass through fae lands I —”

The door slams shut. You jolt and curl into yourself, whimpering. A boot presses down on your back, keeping you prostrate before the General. You can feel it as he stares down his nose at you. “Silence.” Your jaw clacks shut. “Intent means nothing. You are a trespasser, and therefore have broken the treaty between our people. Such a crime could be punished with death.”

Another whimper. Despite his command, you whisper, “Please, spare me. I beg of you.”

The pressure on your back increases. You cry out, shaking against the tread of his boot. “I told you to be silent. Do not make me repeat myself again, human. Now, while the punishment for your crime would typically be death, I have leave to do with you what I please.” The boot on your back vanishes. Before you can react, his fingers tangle in your hair and pull you to sit up on your shins. The General’s glowing ruby eyes rake down your body. “I think I know what will please me. It’s been so long since I last had a warm, soft body to keep me company.”

He doesn’t have to elaborate. Your breath hitches in your chest, eyes widening. On instinct, you press your thighs together. “Y-you want…”

“I want you, little human. It’s a far better fate than the alternative, I assure you. A warm bed, good food, fine clothing… and all I ask in return is your body.”

“A pet.”

“A crude way of saying it.”

“But I’m right.”

He yanks your hair, prying out a yelp of pain. “Your freedom or your life, human.”

It’s not much of a choice. You lower your gaze, take your bottom lip between your teeth. “Alright.”

The hand in your hair relents. He laughs lowly, his cruel grip turning into affectionate petting. You lean into his touch without thinking, grateful for the warmth. “Good human. You’ll train up nicely, I think.” Without a word, his hand leaves you. You collapse without his support. The General paces around you, paying no mind to your prone body. Behind you, you hear him rifle through something. He appears at your back in a few strides and slips one hand around your throat. It’s not enough to restrict your breathing, but it still makes you tense up. Gently, he coaxes you to sit back on your heels. A strip of soft leather meets your skin, and you breathe out a shaky sigh as he fastens a collar around your neck. “We’ll start right away.”

He tugs on the lead. You follow the pull, scrambling to your feet. “S-start what?” you ask.

The General laughs. Suddenly, he shoves you face-first onto a soft, springy surface. “Your training, of course. Starting with a punishment for your misbehavior.” He hums as his fingers begin to unlace your blouse from behind to reveal your skin to the chilly air. Your pants go the same way, leaving you in your lacy underthings. He pauses, and you feel the way he drinks in the sight of your pretty underwear before you’re stripped of that, too. A calloused finger trails down your spine. You shiver and press your face into the sheets. “So reactive, how darling! Now, I believe we’ll start with twenty-five lashes.”

“Twenty-five?”

“Mm. One for each year that the treaty you violated has been in place. That seems fair to me. What, do you have any objections?”

You remember the feeling of his boot on your back. Quietly, you respond, “No.”

“No…?”

“No, sir.”

“Good.” He fiddles with something, then the worn length of a leather whip slides along your bare skin. Again, you startle, and he snickers at you. “I’ll keep count. Stay still, will you?”

“Yes, sir.”

There’s no further warning for his first strike. The whip cracks against your back. Again and again, each strike paints a searing line of pain across the bared skin. You grip the bed sheets hard enough for your knuckles to pale, squeezing your eyes shut and biting back the tears. You don’t know when the pain progressed from arousing to just painful, but the moment you realize, you wet your lips and gasp out, “Yellow!”

Immediately, Lilia stops. The soft thump of the whip hitting the floor is followed shortly by the bed dipping. He gathers you up in his arms, checking you over with a worried frown. “Are you alright, darling? Did I go too far?”

You sniffle, burrowing your face in his chest. “No more whipping.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Do you want me to switch to something else or should we move to another kind of play?”

“The crop. But not too much more or I won’t be able to lie on my back.”

“Alright. I’ll fetch it; will you be alright if I leave for a moment?”

“Mhm.” You crane your neck and kiss his cheek before he pulls away. He chuckles, kissing your temple in response. It doesn’t take long for him to return. There’s a faint crinkling sound, then smooth plastic touches your lips.

“I brought some water, too. Drink up!”

Smiling, you take the water bottle and take a few sips, clearing your throat as you hand the bottle back. “Thanks.” You roll your shoulders a little, then roll back onto your stomach like before. “Green.”

Lilia hums, and you resist the urge to look back at him. Then, something whishes through the air, and the crop strikes your ass. You yelp, jolting. He snickers, stroking the impact mark with the tip of the crop. “Ah, humans make such adorable noises. Make more of them for me, pet.”

Another strike. Another yelp. You hiss and press your face into the sheets, sticking your ass up higher without thinking. Three. Four. There’s a pause. You hold your breath and brace yourself.

“That was twenty-five, pet,” says the General. The tension leaves your body, and you go limp. A gloved hand strokes your back, the touch soothing the hot, angry lines criss-crossing your skin. “Tell me, have you learned your lesson?”

You mumble something into the sheets. He tugs on your leash, pulling your upper body off of the bed and forcing your back into an arch as you instinctively escape the choking sensation.

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.” His voice drips with saccharine kindness slathered atop a mound of derision. “Use your words.”

“Yes, sir!” you wheeze. “I — hah! — I’ve learned my lesson!”

He lets the leash slacken. You fall forward onto your palms, wheezing quietly. The General slips his calloused fingers beneath your collar to stroke the nape of your neck. “Remember: do not make me repeat myself.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

Rather than respond, his presence vanishes entirely. You tense up in anticipation. He doesn’t leave you waiting for long. He presses two fingers through your folds, making you jolt. A laugh shakes the air around you as he gathers the slickness that’s built up between your thighs. “Already excited, pet? You know, the whipping was supposed to be a punishment. Yet here you are, dripping everywhere and dirtying my fingers. Is my pet truly that depraved?” Your head drops with shame. Again, the General laughs. His clothed body drapes heavily over yours, erection pressing into the small of your back. He pushes his fingers into your hole and gives a few experimental pumps. When you moan, he shoves them deeper. His other hand flies up to grip your jaw. He wrangles your mouth open with his thumb and presses down on your tongue. You can’t stop your pleasured noises as he pumps his fingers in and out of your cunt.

Your hips jerk sporadically as your body chases his touch. He snickers, thrusting his fingers faster and faster while you wriggle beneath him. “Keehehe… does that feel good?” Squeezing your eyes shut, you nod as best as you can with his hand still keeping your head in place. Fangs and a warm tongue on the nape of your neck are your reward; he teases your skin with little nips and kitten licks that make you shiver and jolt. The General pauses his fingerfucking, then blows a puff of air against your damp skin. You squeak, bucking your hips without thinking. “Think only of this, of the pleasure I bring you, because this is your life now, pet. Your place is beneath me, writhing and squealing while I have my fill of you. You don’t need anything else in that pretty little head of yours.”

Desperate for friction, you start to roll your hips against his palm. He lets you hump his hand for some time, cooing patronizingly even as he indulges you by twisting his hand to rub your clit with his thumb. The fingers in your mouth delve deeper and make you gag — your cunt spasms around the fingers of his other hand and forces out a strangled moan. Finally, he deems you worthy of his effort again and begins pumping his fingers in and out of you once again. You whine out your gratitude, tears pricking your eyes.

“Come for me.”

You obey without a second thought. The General frees your mouth as you convulse beneath him, gripping the sheets so tightly that you fear you’ll tear them. He draws out your pleasure to the point where you beg for mercy. When you try to shake him off, he snarls.

The air whistles with the speed and force of his palm against your ass. You shriek. He grabs your leash at the very base and yanks it back. “I’ve not had my fill yet. Weren’t you listening? We stop when I say so.” His fingerfucking becomes more intense, and despite the pain you can’t help but moan. “See? You’ll come to love it more and more.”

“Sir,” you sob. “Please, sir. Hurts. I’ll do anything else, just please —”

Suddenly, his weight leaves you entirely. You collapse, half-kneeling as your upper body slumps onto the bed. Beneath your head, the fabric quickly dampens with tears. Beside you, the mattress dips. You lift your gaze, meeting the General’s blown-out pupils. By now, your eyes have more or less adjusted to the room’s pitch darkness, and you can just barely make out the silhouette that bears those glowing eyes. They shimmer with equal measures lust and disdain. That is the man you’ve sold yourself to. A tug on your leash shatters your thoughts. “I suppose I’ll have mercy on you for now, since you’ve not been properly broken in yet. Come closer and open your mouth. I’ll use that hole until the other is less sensitive.”

“Thank you, sir,” you rasp out. You shuffle to him on your knees, settling between his legs. A few buttons pop before his fingers curl into your hair, carefully guiding your head to his crotch. The General caresses your cheek as you lean in. You flinch as he taps his cockhead against your parted lips, but take a deep, shaky breath and flick your tongue out. His skin is smooth and soft, with little taste other than a distinct saltiness that makes your face scrunch up. Above you, he groans. His nails scrape your scalp. You continue with little kitten licks, your hands rising up to grip his thighs as you start to move down his shaft.

“That’s it, just like that… mmm, such a good human. Your tongue is so warm…” He lets out a deep, guttural noise as you reach up to cradle his balls in one hand. “Yesss… hah… lift your head and open wide so I can fuck your mouth, now. Don’t stop that hand of yours.”

You obey easily. He guides you to envelop a few inches of his shaft in your mouth, your tongue pulsing against the salty skin. He pushes your head down further. At the same time, his hips surge up, and you gag when his cockhead hits the back of your mouth. Tears spill down your cheeks as he starts a steady pace. It’s hard to breathe, but you pull in unsteady breaths through your nose each time he pulls you up before he shoves you back down to his base. One of his hands sneaks down to your neck and feels at the front of your throat.

“Ahhh, I can feel it. Right here.” He holds your head down and presses a finger against the slight bulge that’s formed. “You make such a good little cocksleeve.”

Squirming, you squeeze your eyes shut and whine around him. The General only laughs cruelly. Only when you begin to swat frantically at his thigh as you start to lose feeling in your fingers does he let you come up for air. You cough and gasp, snot and tears and drool dripping down your face. You look up at him with bleary eyes, his dark silhouette blurry along the edges. There’s a prolonged moment of silence.

Then, he leans down and murmurs, “Color?”

You lean your cheek against his thigh. It takes a few seconds for your foggy brain to formulate an answer, but you rasp out, “Green.”

For a moment, the hand in your hair gives you a gentle pet. Then, it turns hard once more and yanks you back to his cock. You let your jaw hang open, but he still presses his thumb to your bottom lip to keep your mouth open wide as he starts fucking your throat again. You grasp at the fabric of his pants, choking on your spit every time he draws back. When you glance up, you see his shadowed silhouette lounging back, holding himself up on one elbow.

“Hah… I can’t wait… a-ah… can’t wait until you’re properly trained. I’ll take you to — shit! — every function I have to attend. And the nobles will look and… and wish they had a little human whore half as perfect as mine…” Suddenly, his hands fly up to grip your head on both sides and push you down. You make a tiny noise of alarm, jerking against his steel grip on instinct. “Stay still, pet. I want to come down… your… ah —!”

You flinch, eyes going wide as his cock twitches in your throat and pulses on your tongue. Hot come fills your mouth, and even though you try to back off, he holds you in place. One hand drifts over to your face and pinches your nose. You have no choice but to swallow. Only when static starts to crackle in your ears does he let you up. You choke and cough and try to wipe away your tears even though they cover your hot cheeks.

“Good human,” coos the General. You sniffle and duck your head. He clicks his tongue and tugs your leash, forcing you to look up into his glowing eyes. “Head up, now. We’re almost done breaking you in. You should be less tender now, yes?”

Slowly, you nod. He hums in approval.

“Good. Get back on the bed. All fours.”

You open your mouth, try to speak, and cringe when you can only make a raspy noise. You swallow once, twice, then whisper, “Yes, sir.” As you clamber onto the bed, your tingling legs protest. Your face burns as you shuffle gracelessly into position, barely supported by your shaking limbs. A tug on your leash, followed shortly by the mattress dipping behind you, tells you where the General is. He’s still mostly clothed as he settles at your back. Only his hardening cock is bare, sliding wetly along the cleft of your ass.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you. Still… you should thank me, human, for letting your little hole recover.” He teases two fingers against your weeping slit. Your hips jerk.

“Th-thank you, sir.”

Without further warning, he thrusts into your cunt, filling you completely. You let out a startled moan. Falling to your elbows, you use what little leverage you have to rock back into him. He starts a rapid pace, drilling you into the bed as he curls himself over your back. His clothes rub up against the raw stripes of pain criss-crossing your skin, pulling hisses and sobs from you over and over again. It hurts so good, you can’t stop yourself from clenching around him with each pass. For his part, he’s reduced to snarling moans and grunting. He sounds like an animal in heat, and the way his claws sink into your haunches and his sharp teeth scrape over the nape of your neck only add to the impression. You barely register the fingers that creep down to rub and pinch your clit, but when they do you wail, jerking and clawing at the sheets while the General laughs in your ear.

“Do you like that? Make that noise again for me, pet.” He doesn’t let up, and you collapse as your orgasm hits you. Your body going limp doesn’t stop him from fucking you, and you start crying in earnest as he pounds your aching cunt.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t! Please, sir!”

“Take it,” he snarls. He reaches up and tweaks your nipple painfully, twisting and squeezing while he ignores your pleas for mercy. You're sure that you'll bruise by the morning. His stamina is almost terrifying; there's no sign that he's anywhere close to coming.

A sudden yank on your leash forces you to sit up, back arching against his chest. Your trembling hands scrabble desperately at the collar around your neck. You gasp for air, your voice strangled as you beg and moan.

You flinch when he takes one of your earlobes between his teeth. "One more. Together, this time. You can do it, can't you?"

You shake your head. Between labored breaths you exclaim, "No! I can't! Oh, god!"

"Shh, you can, you can. Be a good little human for me, now." He starts massaging your clit beneath his fingers, pulling yelps from you. With every forceful thrust, your pussy spasms around his shaft. He groans into the crook of your neck, his fingers working you harder and harder while you struggle against the collar. A guttural growl is your only warning before his hips connect with yours one last time with a wet slap. Heat fills you, overflowing to the point where it leaks out onto your thighs. Even though you feel you can't possibly give the General another orgasm, he rubs you furiously and bites into your shoulder. You tremble in his arms. Somehow, you manage one last weak orgasm. All you do is whimper.

He holds you in place for a minute longer as you both catch your breaths. All at once, the leash goes slack. You fall forward, panting and sniffling softly. Behind you, you feel Lilia shuffle around on the mattress before the collar around your neck is removed. He strokes along your spine with gentle fingers.

"Are you still with me, darling?" he asks, voice breaking through the fog in your brain. You roll onto your back. The sheets immediately irritate the marks left by his whip earlier, and you hiss at the sting. Lilia makes a small, worried noise. He glances off to the side, then snaps his fingers. The bedside lamp flickers on, casting the room in a dim yellow glow. "Oh dear. Let's get something to soothe your skin. I'm going to be right back, is that alright?"

You nod. He helps you shift back onto your stomach, zips himself up, and hurries out of the bedroom. You’re not sure if you fall asleep for a few minutes or if he’s just that fast, but the next thing you know, he’s back. The bed dips behind you, and you shudder with relief as he rubs aloe gel into your back. You sigh and shut your eyes, letting the cooling sensation turn you into putty in his hands. Lilia laughs as you practically purr beneath him, lashes fluttering as you fight back the urge to pass out.

“Good?”

“Mhm…”

“Now, now, don’t fall asleep on me yet! At least let me change the sheets!” He scoops you up, snickering as you grumble and squirm, and sets you down on one of the plush chairs in the corner of the bedroom. You curl up and rest your cheek on your arm to watch him strip the bed of the soiled sheets and replace them with fresh ones. You yawn. He turns to you and wags a finger in mock reprimand. “What did I just say?”

“The sheets’re changed,” you mumble. Another yawn. Grinning, Lilia rolls his eyes and trots over to carry you back to the bed. You wriggle beneath him as he takes a wipette and a washcloth to your crotch, whining and kicking lamely at him. “Can’t we just sleep, Lils?”

“Then you’ll just complain in the morning that we’re ‘all crusty and gross!’” He pinches your thigh and dodges another halfhearted kick.

He finishes cleaning you up, and you immediately squirm under the covers. You watch him change into a pair of briefs from beneath the edge of the blanket. “Maybe I wanna be crusty and gross with you.”

“Oh? Then I’ll take you on your word next time! Crusty and gross under crusty, gross blankets.” Lilia leans back, hands on the small of his back. You hear a series of pops, followed by a groan of relief. With that, he dives under the covers with you. You scoot away from him with a quiet grunt of mock disgust.

“Changed my mind.”

He guffaws at that. He wraps himself around you, rubbing his cheek against your collarbone and looking up at you with those big, affectionate ruby eyes. “You’ll break this old man’s heart if you keep talking like that, my darling.”

“Uh-huh.” You return his embrace, looping one leg around his hips as you settle in. “You seemed a lot taller earlier,” you comment.

“Mmm, I suppose I seemed a lot taller back in my prime, as well.” Lilia gives a quiet, thoughtful hum. “Are you disappointed, then?”

“No. Never. It’s just… interesting.” You run your fingers through his hair. It’s soft and flows easily through your fingers, even the parts that he’s probably bleached and dyed a hundred thousand times before. “Thank you, by the way. For indulging my weird fantasies… ah… did you like it?”

“Very, very much, dear. It made me feel young again, even!”

You laugh softly, closing your eyes. “Did you do things like that when you were younger?”

“No,” he says. You feel a puff of breath against your skin. “There was no time for such things, and my view of humans was far more… uncharitable.”

“So you wouldn’t have fucked me like that in the past. Gotcha.” You burst into giggles when he jabs his fingers into your sides. He tickles you mercilessly until you’re crying with laughter and trying to shove him away to catch your breath. Panting, you roll onto your back and swipe at your tears with one hand. You glance over at Lilia, who’s lying propped up on his side with that smug grin of his.

“Perhaps I would have if it’d shut your smart little mouth, sweetling,” he coos. “And maybe a cute human bed warmer would have done me some good. Who knows!”

“Unfortunately for you, you just have me.”

Lilia shakes his head. He reaches out and pulls you into his chest, resting his chin on the crown of your head. “Fortunately for me, I have a lovely human partner right here.” Pressing your cheek against his chest, you smile shyly. He chuckles and pets your head. “Let’s do another scene like this sometime,” he says. “Perhaps we could even make use of Diasomnia’s old dungeon.”

Your eyes go wide and you squirm in his embrace as you try to look up at him. “Wait, your dorm has a dungeon?”

He doesn’t say anything, instead grinning impishly. With the snap of his fingers, the lights go out. You wriggle more, but Lilia just holds you tighter and refuses to elaborate. “Good night, my dear! Sweet dreams!”

“Lilia!”

#lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #twst #twst x reader #twst fic #twst smut #smut #nsft #seriously this is just graphic porned ography #seraph speaks #my writing #he gets to be a little silly goofy at the end as a treat #and why yes i do enjoy using names and titles as a way to show how a character's persona changes

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