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orchid3a · 2 years

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poly!yandere!1st gen black dragons x f!reader

tw:yandere, implied abuse, implied isolation, implied kidnapping, implied past punishment, waka and omi being the most terrible human beings, shin and benkei softly gaslighting, non-consensual tattooing, murder mention, reader doesn't have a good time, objectification, marking, cigarette burns, scars, swearing, sexual themes implied

note: poly!yandere!1st gen black dragons has a grip on my stupid brain

no proofreading

comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

english isn't my native language

this is for my beloved @p-antomime <3

based on this post and this post <3

In the dark of your room, or prison as you call it, you lay on the bed. Your body is sore, your throat hurts for how much you screamed a few hours prior, you couldn’t feel anything other than soreness and fatigue.

How many hours passed? Sincerely you don’t care anymore. Even if you try to guess the hour, nothing could change. you would still be there, in that damned room, alone and tired.

On your cheeks there are still traces of your tears, now dried and a symbol of your despair.

You look at the wall trying to receive some kind of comfort but in vain.

Closing your eyes, your mind makes you recall all the happy memories you experienced in all your life before them…

They took everything from you: your freedom, your autonomy, your dignity, your dreams and your hope.

Now you can only feel despair and nothing else. Still lost in your thoughts, you don’t hear the door opening and various footspes reaching the bed.

“Waka maybe it's best, if we don’t bother her. Her body hasn’t recovered yet.” protests Keizo worried about you.

“Oh, like I care about what she likes or not.” Wakasa remarks codly.

Shinichiro sits next to you on the bed, caressing your head, kissing gently your stained cheeks.

“Princess are you awake? Do you need something?” Shinichiro asks, shaking you a little.

“Oi (y/n) you ungrateful brat, you better respond if you don’t want to get hurt once again.” Takeomi interferes, threatening you.

Optining for not making them angry, you open your eyes and with the help of, oh-so-kind Shinichiro, you sit up.

“I’m awake, Omi-kun.” you quietly respond. You try your best to not cringe after calling him like that.

You loathe calling them by their nicknames, acting like you are in some kind of relationship.

One time you had the brilliant idea to lash out on them, saying that you five didn’t have and never will have a relationship. You screamed that you despise all of them and they will never be your lovers but only captors.

Bad idea

Takeomi and Wakasa didn’t take your little outburst really well, and that same night, they punished you badly. Really bad.

Keizo and Shinichiro stayed on the sidelines, they thought you acted like a fucking brat. They don’t understand what you want, you can have everything you want. Just a word and the entire world will be at your feet.

Maybe you just need more time, so you can fall in love with them and then you five will be happy forever.

Your body still has the bruises of that dreadful night.

“Me and Benkei cooked your favorite dish, aren’t you hungry princess?” Shinichiro questions smiling.

You nod quietly, while Benkei covers your body with his gang jacket.

“Now let’s eat before it becomes cold.” he smiles before leading to the dining room.

Takeomi and Wakasa watch every movement ready to attack at your first error. Like predators ready to pounce on their prey.

You gulp, feeling their harsh gazes on your back, and stay as near as possible to the other two.

You ate as quickly as possible, so you could be alone in your room, without feeling their eyes on your body. It disgusted you so much, you felt dirty and violated in your intimacy.

Today luckily you can sleep alone, because they have to do something with the gang. Not that you care but that means you can be free for a few hours.

As soon as they got out of the house, not after reminding you what will happen if you even dare to think of escaping, you bolted in your room.

Collapsing on the bed you begin to cry and let out all your emotions. You can’t do this anymore, you can’t live like this. Waking up every morning with the fear of upsetting them at every chance, it’s tiring and you are tired of fighting against them.

You are all alone in this world, your parents are probably dead, your friends either dead or missing or abandoned you.

You sit up on the bed and make contact with the mirror near your bed.

You…

You’re the former shell of your old self, you’re a mess both physically and mentally.

Your dull (e/c) look at your injured body. Cigarette burns, scars, purple bruises, hickies, bites decorate your body alongside your new "present" from your so-called "boyfriends".

They tattoed their fucking names and their fucking gang’s logo on your body.

Between your breasts there’s Shinichiro’s name. He chose that place because “it’s my favorite place in the whole world”. He loves marking your chest with hickeys and now that there’s his name, he feels even more proud of his mark on your body.

Wakasa’s name is on your tummy right above your pussy, a reminder as Wakasa says “whose pussy is this”.

Takeomi loves seeing his little property uncomfortable, so he tattooed personally his name on your inner thigh, also a reminder of who fucks that sluttish cunt.

Keizo, oh sweet Keizo, he chose your hip so you could feel less hurted. He loves having his big hands on your smaller body and his name written on your hip is perfect.

If you close your eyes, you can still hear your screams when Keizo had to physically restrain you, while Shinichiro tried his best to calm you down. Takeomi and Wakasa prepared everything, and the bastards took great time listening to your screams and pleas to let you go.

If it wasn’t enough, they also inked their fucking gang’s logo on your back.

You are marked entirely as theirs and you can just despair.

Sobbing you plop down once again on your bed. Exhausted you fall asleep, hoping that when you will wake up you would be anywhere else but not there with them.

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p-antomime · 2 years

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washing machine heart.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. | wc: 3,6K.

𖦹 content: hard dom!haruchiyo, unprotected sex, slight praise kink, gaslighting, degradation, dubcon, toxic!haruchiyo so be careful, oral sex (f! receiving), wlw, fingering, dumbification/dollification, hair pulling, angst, breath play, overstimulation, sex tape, nicknames, cheating, squirting, kinda of baby trapping, breeding kink, dark content.

𖦹 pairings: bf!haruchiyo sanzu x f!reader

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Haruchiyo let his head fall back again and let out a long, hoarse groan feeling his own pupils dilate more than they already were and his cock inside that heat twitching each time as he unloaded cum into the woman he hadn't talked to, seen, or even touched in months, over twelve.

And he felt nothing, not a shred of remorse or guilt, but pleasure and sheer euphoria as her red fingernails clawed hard at his back and her lipstick smeared on the collar of the dress shirt he hadn't even bothered to remove the moment he entered her bedroom.

His body collapsed on the bed below them both and his heavy breathing denoted how much energy he had put into this trivial, ordinary, almost meaningless fuck. And when Haruchiyo heard his own cell phone vibrate in the pocket of his forgotten pants on the bedroom floor and saw a message from Y/N through the notification bar asking if he was coming home yet and telling him dinner was ready, the first thing he did was stare at his ex-girlfriend's face for long minutes before he leaned over and planted a short, restrained kiss on her lips and started to get dressed, still breathing heavily.

— We won't be doing this again. — Haruchiyo commented, putting away his cell phone and looking for his car keys and cigarette and lighter packs in the other pockets of his pants before lighting a cigarette between his lips and walking to the door of the house of the girl who for a long time no longer held the title of his girlfriend.

— Are you still with her? — It was the last thing he heard before he opened the door and took a long drag on his cigarette.

— Do I look like a single guy? — He returned the question by taking off the ring worn by the two of you as a promise to date and putting it on his finger before he left that house where he had been many, many times before engaging in a serious relationship with Y/N.

He had a woman waiting for him at home. A perfect girlfriend design, almost a wife. Like a pin-up doll, you were the starry night over his Rhone. Sanzu Haruchiyo had someone to come home alive for after Bonten extermination missions, Sanzu Haruchiyo had someone he wanted to be alive for to wake up the next morning and get kisses all over his face, Sanzu Haruchiyo had someone who let him throw his dirty shoes into her washing machine heart. And yet he let himself betray her as if it was the perfect crime.

The only thing present in his mind during the entire slow drive home because of the heavy traffic of Tokyo's streets was the thought that "men have needs"; he had needs. Haruchiyo needed to feel the adrenaline rush of doing the kind of thing that was seemingly forbidden to him, it wasn't like he didn't love you, he loved you, yes, but he needed to do it to feel complete. That is the truth, there is nothing to mask, nothing to hide, nothing to romanticize, nothing to throw under the rug hoping that flowers will grow from someone who never had hanahaki.

— Y/N? — Sanzu asked as he entered the house and searched for you with his eyes after leaving the cigarette in the ashtray. — My love? — He heard a "Yes? I'm here!" coming from the kitchen and immediately walked that way to have you welcome him with a tight hug and a deep kiss.

And then you smelled something that was not his and that Haruchiyo had tried to mask with his cigarette. Your hands trembled around his shoulders and yet you gave him a friendly smile. Maybe it was the new perfume from some Bonten executive, although Sanzu had never been one to enjoy much physical contact in the workplace.

— You smell different today. — You said, moving a little away from his body and raising eyes to face him.

— Oh, pretty girl, you're just imagining things. — Sanzu answered, taking your face between his fingers and smiling innocently. — I smell exactly the same as I always do, the only difference is that I came home smoking today. — You watched him sit down at the table and ran your tongue over lips before placing hands on his shoulders in a gentle massage.

Yes, you were imagining things. Imagining Haruchiyo's fingers nervously drumming against the fork every time you stared at him during the entire dinner, imagining his eyes darting away from yours more than three times in a row, imagining and over-thinking the way your boyfriend took off his shirt quickly to slip into the bathroom to shower without giving you the chance to run your hands over his back like you liked, imagining the worst.

Did I do something wrong? That's what you were thinking.

Haruchiyo didn't even give you more than a small kiss of goodnight before turning over onto his side of the shared bed and sleeping peacefully. And you, on the other hand, stayed awake for a long time after he had already gone to sleep and occupied yourself with going after the shirt he had worn that was tucked among several other layers of dirty clothes in the laundry basket.

And was there a more concrete proof of a crime than a suspicious posture and lipstick staining the collar of that shirt?

You felt your heart sink into your chest before you squeezed that tarnished fabric between fingers and slid eyes around the room until you found the serene figure of Haruchiyo sleeping on the bed. He looked too serene for someone guilty, your heart seemed too beaten for something that was innocent. Your breathing was heavy for a few brief seconds and body, lethargic.

When you met Sanzu Haruchiyo you thought he was your complete savior and you didn't pay attention when, in the first fight of the two of you because he didn't want to return your feelings for fear of hurting you at some point, you asked: "How is it possible that you are more afraid of my heart than the weapons you use?" and he just looked away without giving you a concise answer.

And then you opened a small smile before you threw that shirt on the pile of dirty clothes that would be washed the next day, straightened your posture and walked toward the bed to climb into it and hug Haruchiyo's body tightly. It would be the last time you would be home to hug him like that and at that time of night.

You didn't feel hurt, resentful, sad. You felt empty, but determined to give back in kind. You didn't want excuses, didn't want scars from a love that would not heal on its own. No, you wanted to make Haruchiyo choke on his own poison and then have him crawl toward you begging for forgiveness.

So the next morning you behaved like you knew nothing and almost 100 times more adorable, perfect. It was almost as if on that day you were a doll ready to fulfill any request or demand from Sanzu, but in the successors? Oh, Haruchiyo didn't even recognize you anymore. There were no more welcome kisses, no more stroking his hair until he fell asleep, no more hugs when he came home from work at Bonten, you didn't even look at him.

In reality, there was just a Y/N coming home later and later with discreet but visible marks on body, a Y/N who became more and more distant and stuck to her cell phone, almost always with a smile and spontaneous giggles. Your cell phone didn't have the same password as before, and when Haruchiyo accused you weeks later of cheating on him, your only response was a debauched smile along with:

— You're just imagining things, Haruchiyo. — And it was his heart's turn to sink in his chest.

In the weeks that followed, Haruchiyo literally became the most loyal man on the face of the earth. It was as if he had become your personal obedient puppy ready to try to make you like him more with small gestures and words, Sanzu was really afraid for his life and soul that you would end up leaving him for your ex-girlfriend again. But more than afraid: he was angry, annoyed. Anger because she was a member of a rival gang that, despite discrepancies in business dealings with Bonten, still remained friendly to Manjiro's gang and therefore he couldn't hurt her without breaking almost every clause of an imaginary peace term instituted between the two criminal organizations.

You had been coldly calculating in choosing to resume your relationship with that particular ex-girlfriend, and there was not even an iota of shame within you for knowing this. In the end, he was the very one you learned to be like that from.

And while Haruchiyo was busy coming home from an especially tiring day of work at Bonten, you were busy lying on your ex-girlfriend's bed with one hand gripping her hair and forcing her face further against your wet and exposed pussy. Your legs were trembling on her shoulders, bust rising and falling rapidly and cell phone on the bedside vibrating with messages that you knew who they were from. Her mouth licking and sucking your folds and clit as if you were the tastiest meal she could have ever tasted in her entire life and hands holding your legs wide open.

You could tell how much she had missed you for long months without any news from you by the way she worked so hard to pleasure you and you had always loved the way her lips felt against your pussy. They were so soft and she looked so beautiful with them and her chin wet in your juices. And the way she moaned against your folds every time you forced your hips against her face and pulled her hair? Divine, so divine that it bordered on being too sinful to be real.

She slid three fingers inside you and left a trail of kisses down your abdomen and breasts before taking your lips to kiss and bite them. You couldn't help but moan her name every time those same digits rubbed against your G-spot and curved against your walls. It was so good, she was the only one except Haruchiyo who knew how to touch you right, how to make you cum fast with so little. Even after months of not seeing her, the effect that girl still had on you was intoxicating, almost as if she was the drug you needed to forget all your problems.

Your ex-girlfriend's other hand groped the mattress beneath both of you before reaching over to the bedside table and grabbing your cell phone to see who was the idiot that was texting you so many times. Your face sank into the curve of her neck leaving kisses and licks there while her fingers inside your pussy began to make faster and more precise back and forth movements.

A wicked smile appeared on the lips of the girl above you as she saw the nickname "My Sweetie" flash on the cell phone screen and seconds later, she was clicking on the cell phone camera app and recording you as she pushed you closer and closer to orgasm with her fingers widening and teasing your gummy walls. Filming you with those lewd and vulgar expressions was so satisfying, and it made it all the better knowing that it was she who was making you cum, not he.

— Wanna cum, princess? — She asked you with a smug smile while still fucking you with her fingers, and you moaned pornographically in response as soon as those tips hit the most sensitive spot inside your pussy again. — You're so gorgeous to me, you know that, don't you? — Her thumb rubbed your clit and you, nodding in agreement, closed eyes tightly knowing that you were about to cum. — Cum for me, pretty, hard and nice like I know you like it.

Your head dropped back and you grinned widely before moaning her name as you heard her say the very phrase she knew you liked to hear. Hard and nice like I know you like it. She does. And you did as she told you, cumming exactly that way with eyes rolling up and body shaking in its entirety.

And seconds later she was sending that videotape of you two having sex to Haruchiyo with the caption "I might be second choice, but at least she chose me”.

At your house, Sanzu was depressed with his cell phone pressed to his chest and thinking of a thousand and one ways to make you forgive him.

Until the video was received.

And Haruchiyo just sat there on the edge of the couch staring at that glowing cell phone screen dredged up in a frenzy of thoughts, jealousy, anger and a bitter taste in his mouth that he was reaping what he planted. You seemed to be enjoying the situation so much and that was what made him so angry, that made him boil with hatred.

But when you got home with legs still wobbly from overstimulation and throat a little hoarse from too much moaning and whining, the only thing you found was Sanzu Haruchiyo sitting on the edge of the shared bed playing that lewd video for almost the hundredth time.

— What the fuck is this? — He spat in your direction with his cell phone raised and almost shoved it in your face and you just pushed his hand away without looking at the smartphone screen.

— I’m enjoying my life just as you were enjoying yours. — You answered by looking at him with disinterest and Haruchiyo felt some of his patience that wasn't so high disappearing yet.

— Your life? — He cracked a sarcastic smile before tossing his phone on the bed. — Who d'you think you are, Y/N? Who do you think you are, hm? You were from a... — Your raspy voice interrupted him, who did Haruchiyo think he was to demand anything of you?

— Oh, really, Haruchiyo, get over it. — Your voice dripped venom at him as your arms crossed over chest. — I did the same shit you did, what's the difference between you and me? At least I didn't try to hide it, I wasn't the first to cheat on you, I wasn't the person who ended a relationship. — His breath caught in his throat at seeing you use those words and a mocking laugh escaped your lips as your feet walked toward Sanzu and your finger brushed against his chest accusingly. — And, well, we're even now, aren't we? I'm moving on with my girl and you should do the same. At least she doesn't gaslight me and... — A loud laugh escaped Haruchiyo before he hooked his hand around your neck and pulled you forward, your faces dangerously close together, his pupil dilated and that's when your firm stance faltered with a look of apprehension that made his cock twitch in his underwear.

— Oh, gaslighting? — Sanzu asked with slightly raised eyebrows. — That's a pretty big word, sweetie, who taught you that, hm?

And seconds later he was throwing you on the bed and pressing you against the mattress with one hand still on your neck and the other going to aggressively remove your clothes. Your hands desperately tried to push him away, but it was so easy for Haruchiyo to subdue you. He knew you better than anyone after months of relationship and it was only a matter of time before he managed to get two fingers on your clit to slowly rub it and make you arch your body unable to breathe properly because of the sudden wave of pleasure sweeping over you and making you forget how pissed off you were.

— Fuck, see this pussy? — He spoke up, slapping your exposed pussy lightly and making you gasp with your hands clenched around his wrist that was around your neck making you breathless. — It belongs to me. Only me, the only person who is allowed to touch it is me, understand? — You gasped as you felt him tease your entrance with three fingers and tried to close your legs, only to have Haruchiyo tighten his grip on your neck. — I asked if you understood, bimbo. If you don't answer I may have to fuck an answer out of you, is that what you want?

— F-Fuck, Haruchiyo, yes... yes! I did-mhm! — Your voice faltered as Sanzu invaded your cunt at the same time that his thumb pressed against your clit with a pressure that made you wonder if your body wasn't about to cum.

— Now look how this slutty pussy of yours swallows my fingers without even thinking twice. — He made scissor movements inside you and you let your head fall back in shame at the lewdly true words of the man above you. — You hardly think twice about opening your legs for anyone, do you? Whore, that’s what you’re, but at least you're my whore. — Your legs tried weakly to kick against Sanzu's chest and he couldn't help but think you were cute for trying to push him away while his fingers were sunk deep inside your greedy pussy.

The more you tried to free yourself from his grip around your neck and his body subduing yours, the faster his fingers moved against your velvety walls and the harder it became for you to be able to fight off your own orgasm. And Haruchiyo was so skilled with his fingers, hitting against all the right spots, forcing you to accept the one position you should never have left: his little doll, ready to be fucked whenever he wanted.

And then suddenly the knot at the bottom of your belly tightened even more and in the blink of an eye you were coming apart in an orgasm that left you completely breathless beneath Sanzu, who was now watching you completely wet his palm and part of his arm.

— That's how you look the most beautiful, bunny. All fucked up beneath me, in the end only I can fuck you like that, right? Hard and nice like I know you like it.

You choked on your own saliva and Haruchiyo gave you a wicked smile before slapping your pussy and laying you face down on the bed with your back to him before removing his clothes.

— I totally caught you, didn't I? Never gonna let you run back into the arms of another woman, another man, any other asshole.

He brushed lips against your ear before biting the lobe and forcing your legs open to slip his cock between your wet folds with one hand flattened on your belly and the other reaching back for the neck.

— What d'you think about me breeding you, hm? I bet you'd love that since I've trained you to accept whatever I give you, right? — Sanzu held you still as his cock slowly worked its way into your gummy insides and a grunt of pleasure from him reached your ears sending electric waves straight to your pussy and making your walls clench around him. — Oh, you love that idea, don'tchu? The idea of me stuffing you full of babies, keeping your pretty pussy all puffy and numb from fucking my cum into you. — You moaned lasciviously at the idea with eyes rolling upwards.

It didn't take long for Haruchiyo to start pounding inside you with almost bestial force, his hands groping every inch of your skin they could reach and your head not knowing if it could focus on anything other than his dick sliding in and out of your cunt over and over again.

He was treating you like a fuck doll and you loved this position to the point that you moaned his name almost as if it was a religious mantra.

Sanzu whispered in your ear that he wanted to see you dripping with his cock, see you all stuffed full and you whined in response like you were in heat as moved hips against his just to get more of his cock stretching your walls almost to the limit.

Seconds before you ended up cumming for the second time for Haruchiyo, your eyes filled with tears from the overstimulation and he opened a smirk as he saw you wetting the sheets below you both with water droplets.

— Aww, my poor lil' thing. — He whispered in a sweet tone that didn't match the brutal way he was fucking you. — Don't cry, bunny, I'm gonna ruin your pussy completely so that you can no longer whore yourself out to other girls, 'kay? You'll love it, just- fuck, wait, you'll love getting cockdrunk. — And that was the last sentence you needed to hear before you ended up reaching orgasm again and turned into a complete slobbering mess.

A few erratic thrusts later, Haruchiyo finished using your wet hole and sank inside you painting your walls completely white, breeding you until you felt that maybe there was going to be a bulge in the bottom of your belly when he came out of your heat

— Quite pathetic. — Haruchiyo whispered breathlessly in your ear before pressing your body to the bed and pulling out of your cunt to watch a stream of white liquid begin to leak out of your entrance. — When I fuck you dumb, that's what you become, isn't it? A very pathetic dumb girl. — His hands massaged your back before turning you to face him and pulling you into a tight embrace. — But I love you anyway, you know that, don'tchu? — And then you gasped and nodded as Sanzu took out his cell phone to take a picture of your pretty, fucked-up face.

What would Haruchiyo do with that picture? Who knows, he might just put it up as his wallpaper for anyone to see or just send it to your girl in retaliation.

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galvore · 2 years

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➽ fundie!ayato x indoctrinated!reader ➽ 3.1k ➽ religious fundamentalism; bible verses, sacreligious undertones, abuse justified by religion, mindbreak and brainwashing, indoctrination, the whole cocktail, virgin!reader, afab!reader, forced tradfem roles, slight choking, rough sex, corruption, breeding, mentions of pregnancy but no actual pregnancy, free use, floor licking, humiliation and degradation, corporal punishment (bamboo stick), spanking, somnophilia, gaslighting and general manipulation.

・❥・ I tried to keep the reader's gender as neutral as possible but we all know fundamentalists like their gender roles, so the reader is still defined as being born a woman. this piece touches on a lot of beliefs of the subservient wife according to religions such as mormons, so you are warned here and are to accept you are exposing yourself to this content once you click on the read more.

・❥・ this is just madness at this point, please enjoy the fact I finally cited actual bible verses in one of my works.

"A woman should learn in quietness and full submission. I do not permit a woman to teach or to assume authority over a man; she must be quiet. For Adam was formed first, then Eve. And Adam was not the one deceived; it was the woman who was deceived and became a sinner. But women will be saved through childbearing — if they continue in faith, love and holiness with propriety." - 1 Timothy 2:11-15

𝟏. 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.

From childhood, you were brought up to always respect the authority of the Archons, who watched over the Inazuma region and gifted your people with a wonderful and luscious experience, always properly observing the holidays and celebrations, and making sure to punctually present your offerings in the times of worship.

Having been born a female, you knew you could not bear the blessing of a vision with your frail and sinful will and duly followed your father’s teachings to learn the ways of the housewife so as not to disappoint the will of the gods. Whilst your brothers trained relentlessly in their adolescence, you were to stay at home and assist your mother in the kitchen, perfecting her recipes, following in her steps patching up their training clothes whenever they got tarnished during missions and learning how to keep a perfect household running steady.

The only escape you were granted was dreaming of the moment your parents would present you with your future husband, the faceless figure you were indoctrinated to long for since old enough to comprehend your life wasn’t just yours, your existence was part of the bigger design drawn out by the Archon themselves, and to reject it would be to repute not only your entire being, but so the faith your family and clan were built upon, and such disgrace could simply not be an option, as the dishonour and disgrace you would curse yourself and your people would be immeasurable, so you chose to keep your head low and be keen, always keeping sweet, yearning for the day your prince would finally come to sweep you off your feet and take you away to make you his wife.

That day finally came a couple of years after your coming of age, during the spring celebrations, your clan had decided to host that year’s festival, lavishly decorating the entire compound to live up to the past festivities, full of colourful lanterns, lavish food stands littering the streets, wonderful activities for the guests at every corner and most important of all, the entire complex’s flora in full bloom. Amongst the falling petals of magnolia is where your father presented you to your future betrothed, a tall light blue haired man named Ayato Kamisato, his presence akin to a demigod, standing tall amongst the numerous personnel members accompanying him, he bowed in such a regal manner and held your hand with such gentleness before he whisked you away to accompany you through the festival, you couldn’t be more thankful for your father’s choice.

And whilst he stepped away from you to gather some food to eat while you finally got to know each other since, in his words — a proper lady should not take part in such trivial matters like money — you looked up at the night sky thanking the Archons for they had truly blessed you with such a godly husband.

𝟐. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐭.

The wedding preparations had been such a stressful endeavour for you, especially after discovering you were not marrying just a man, you were set to marry the head of the renowned Kamisato clan, this single information had been enough to send you spiralling into an endless pit of overthinking, questioning if you even were worthy enough to look upon such glorious and decorated man, doubting yourself if you were to ever be capable to fill the empty place at his side so many others, who you thought to be worthier than you, desperately longed for.

Now, not only did you have to fulfil your destiny to become a godly wife, but you also had to uphold the honour of your clan as a chosen representative in front of the notorious family, not a single step nor word was to go unplanned so as not to fall in disappointment to the Kamisato clan’s members scrutiny.

The weeks prior to the ceremony had both your body and mind as tight as a string, ready to whine out in frustration at any inconvenience or problem you were presented with, from the dress not fitting properly and having to perform the proper wedding ritual perfectly replicating even the position of your toes, to the choice of which flowers and decorations to use as the banquet’s centrepieces. But as thin as you were stretched you never snapped nor wavered, always upkeeping your soft spoken and gentle facade you were taught was proper, in a weird way almost reflecting the one of your future husbands, already unconsciously stepping up to the role of a proper consort with each day that passed.

The most worrisome inquiry though, remained the first night together, having been brought up on the notion you were to save yourself and remain pure for your future husband, as he was the one the gods assigned to educate you and guide you in your marriage, you had to remain so ignorant of the subject as not to taint your mind. Funnily enough, you weren’t even aware of the anatomical differences men and women were born with, even though you were brought up around your numerous brothers.

So much so that that night, when Ayato bared himself to you, after having thoroughly enjoyed unclothing you of the pure white cloth you were dressed with earlier in the morning, and having explored and marked your body with his mouth as to claim it as his for eternity to come, you were shocked to see his virility in all its glory.

You were left so speechless and devoid of any thought he took it upon himself to guide you, opening you up with his slender fingers, closely examining every change of expression you would go through, your thanks and pleas for more of this foreign feeling only helping in arousing him more.

But his gaze held darker thoughts behind the apparently enamoured facade.

Such a pure little thing, so beautiful, graceful, and most important of all, untouched. So sheltered and primed for him to corrupt and take apart, only for him to put back together with the way he ought to be more suitable to his tastes. He couldn’t wait much longer as he watched you writhe underneath his ministration, he knew he should have prepared your virgin cunt with better care so as to not make it hurt, but he was also sure you wouldn't have cared either way or better you couldn’t. So ignorant of sex and its mechanism he could manhandle you as he pleased, mistreat you and trick you into following his lead because your husband knew best, and you were to trust him and his every word, as that was the faith you were indoctrinated with.

Ayato had obtained many things in his life, his swordsmanship, his honour, the leadership of his clan and even the control of the Shuumatsuban, but all paled in comparison to claiming you, his cock sitting snugly inside you, slamming against your cervix with how brutally he was fucking you, your thighs clamped around his sharp hips, and one of his hands was free to roam and trace the bruises and teeth imprints he left with his mouth, whilst the other slowly wrapped around your throat, holding you right against the mattress perfectly still so he could watch your eyes roll back into your head as he finally let himself succumb to pleasure before passing out.

𝟑. 𝐀 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐭, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

Every morning you would wake up in the Kamisato estate, you would thank the archons for looking down upon you and securing you with such a prosperous opportunity, before getting out of bed and allowing the maids to take over to aid you in getting ready for the long day ahead of you. The first thing on your list was to cook a fulfilling breakfast for your husband, even though his staff was plenty equipped to do so on their own, you couldn’t let your talents go to waste and so you settled for overseeing the cooking staff and guiding them into following your husband’s wishes for the day’s meals he communicated to you the night before.

After helping him dress and get ready for the day you would bid him goodbye at the door like a proper wife would as he’d leave the household to tend to his duties as clan leader, leaving you to arrange the homely duties, such as staff shifts, organising events for the fellow clan’s members, basically just busying yourself with all possible tasks related to the household or social norms whilst waiting for your beloved to come home.

It was not uncommon or out of place to talk about children as a married couple, especially if you considered it was part of Ayato’s duty as the clan leader to conceive a male heir, to continue the bloodline, but after the first night as a married couple your husband had started to demand for you to let him breed you regularly as to ensure an offspring as soon as possible, which you didn’t quite understand the purpose of, considering you thought that only one time would have been enough according to your threadbare knowledge of basic biology, but he’s your husband, after all, he knows best.

You’d be a bad wife if you questioned him.

So you always happily obliged, flipping up your skirts and bending over the dresser every morning to let him cum inside you, always making sure to thank him for gifting you his seed to impregnate you, before picking up your discarded underwear and making sure it fit snug enough around your entrance as not to waste any of your husband’s precious gift.

You had learned that if you managed not to spill any down your thighs during the day he would reward you by giving you a subsequent second round of breeding, many times have you ride him right at the dinner table as a form of personalised dessert as he liked to call it, uncaring of the many eyes observing you from the walls of the grand dining room, all the while praising you for being such a good subservient wife for him, his precious blessing gifted to him by the Archons.

However, if you didn’t, he would ensure to remind you that wasting such a precious thing like the Kamisato’s seed had consequences, making sure to have you personally clean any spillage by licking it up yourself from the floor under his supervision, and with each misspent drop, you could be sure to anticipate at least five strikes of his trusted bamboo stick he liked to keep in his office, sitting right before the outer edge of his desk, always ready for him to be put to use as he saw fit, to keep all of the people the gods had put below him in check.

𝟒. 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

Your parents and elders had indoctrinated you with the belief that your husband was to be considered as holy as the god themselves, anything he chose for you was for your own good as he knew better since he was born a man, made in the image of the gods themselves, and so above you. Everything he did was for the greater good, he knew how to decipher the design the gods had in plan for both of you and nothing would stray him from fulfilling the glory you two were destined to obtain.

Hence why, when you awoke for the first time from a foreign pulsing sensation, somewhat panicking at the unusual weight you were feeling constrained under, only to realise your husband had decided, unbeknownst to you, to use your sleeping body to satisfy his burning desire, you simply let him.

You didn’t object nor even so moved a single finger, happy to lay there and let him use you as he saw fit, after all that’s what you were taught. Always be a good wife, lenient and pliant for your husband, you are just a tool for him to reach his true godly glory in the eternal life, after all, you are there to aid him into leaving a legacy for the future to witness and as such you should always be ready for him, conscient or not.

And as you laid there, balancing on the edge between sleep and awake, you listened to him talking down onto you, how you laying there oh so peacefully had tempted him, that your body being sprawled in such provoking position had caused him to have sinful thoughts and because of them he needed to punish you by using you and could cleanse himself of his sin if and only he managed to finish inside of you. All the while battering your insides, uncaring of any discomfort you might have to face in the following morning, his gaze zeroed in on your soft features, never stopping the venom spilling from his mouth.

But like any good and righteous wife would, you apologised to him, apologised for your sins with half asleep mumbles you barely managed to conjure up from your slumber plagued throat, croaking feeble asks for his forgiveness, to please not hate how his wife could not restrain her sinful temperament as it was your original sin and cross to bear in existence when the gods created you to be born as a woman, that you would do anything and everything to help him cleanse his being, starting from letting him use your body to expel this deplorable affliction, with each and any hole he decided to use to rid himself of his disgraceful lust.

𝟓. 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲.

There were many things you still didn’t quite understand about your marriage, considering the only example of a relationship you ever witnessed up close was the one between your parents, but you thought each clan had to have their own traditions, or at least that’s what you would tell yourself every time your faith even threatened to waver in front of your husband’s actions.

You wondered if your mother had to go through the same treatments as you as you stood in front of your bathroom mirror tracing the marks Ayato would leave behind on your innocent body early in the morning, in those brief moments before he woke up, the only window of time you had to think of yourself before quickly hiding the bruises underneath layers of eccentric fabrics, along with those shameful thoughts, and scurrying off to the kitchen to see if his breakfast was ready to be served.

You pondered on why exactly your beloved husband would feel the need to punish you so cruelly before the bout of doubtful thoughts got shattered by the sharp impact of the bamboo against the flesh of your ass, quickly washing away any considerations and substituting them with meek and genuine apologies for the inexcusable behaviour you were guilty of, knowing it was your place to submit and obey to your husband, and the consequences of not adhering to said conditions were to be felt and earned on your bare skin.

You constantly asked yourself was truly what the gods meant for you, every time he would choose to bend you over and empty his balls inside you, at the most random moments of the day, in any setting private enough for him to do so, uncaring if the mansion’s servants were present or not, if this was truly your greatest calling, if because of how you were born you couldn't have had any higher inspiration in life than to bear your husband’s descendants, if being used akin to a breeding cattle was your one and only purpose.

But you never voiced these complaints, always remembering the mantra that had been ingrained into your brain since you were born, you were to keep sweet and so you did. Always remaining perfectly pliant, bending and jumping over backwards to carry out each of your husband’s requests, and making sure you would deliver in the most godful way.

After all, you were born into this world just a mere woman, your private doubts were of course the seed of sin that had been planted in you by the evil polluting this world, tainting your form and impeding you from achieving the greater good and that’s what made you unworthy of being above your husband. The meddlesome hesitancy that underlined your very being was to be ignored and shoved down like a bitter pill to swallow, you were born a sinful being in your essence, tainted at birth by this cruel world, unlike your husband, who was born godly and blessed.

Who were you to go against his teachings and beliefs but a mere flawed being.

And so you didn’t. You made sure to be soft-spoken and kind mannered and kept sweet, always prim and proper for Ayato to use as he pleased, keeping your head down and never making a peep unless authorised to do so. Submitting fully to his, and by the default, the Archons’ higher design.

"Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything." - Ephesians 5:22-24

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Severely [ 02 ]

Hanamaki Takahiro x f!reader (with Matsukawa Issei)

summary: you were slowly getting the hang of being him. Getting to know enough of what made him tick that you tried your best to avoid any conflict. But as much as you wanted to please him, you had your priorities too. Too bad for you, you were going to learn that Makki knew what was best for you.

cw: bully!Makki, dubcon, creampie, spanking, cuckholding, coercion, manipulation, gaslighting, degradation, noncon filming, overstimulation

wc: 5.4 k

a/n : this became longer than I thought. So this is just an installation to the whole bully!Makki universe afsgshd though it says part 2, there’s no any set plot yet just thinking of making it a series of one shots that are connected to one another with no strict chronological order so yeeee just am a sucker for Makki and Mattsun. Bully!Makki be my guilty pleasure tho huhu thank u so much for all the love for my bully!Makki fics adsfsghsd

more bully!Makki here

You told him. You told him you didn’t like this. Didn’t like the way the music pounded on your ear drums you swore was the cause of your head aches, didn’t like the stench of alcohol, the heat of foreign bodies against your skin and how they’re thrashing on the dance floor, forced you to move through the crowd. You didn’t like it at all. And yet, he convinced you that he’ll only be awhile and was meeting with old friends from highschool. But they piled right after the other, their graduated kouhai’s and you sat in booth.

It didn’t help that it was Friday night and unlike Makki, you had Saturday classes. You couldn’t help but tug on his jacket countless of times, telling him you wanted to go home, before desperately saying you needed to be home.

“It’s past 3 am Hiro,” you murmured, his head craned low to listen to your voice. “I have a really important group presentation.”

He responded with a heavy sigh. “Tell them you’re sick, they’ll understand. Plus, they don’t deserve you. You put in way more work than they have.”

You blinked back at him. The realisation of how your group mates were basically free loading off of you making your heart sink and yet flutter back into place, heat blooming in your cheeks because Makki sounded like he cared.

Still, you weren’t one to miss classes, it wasn’t like you, especially when it weighed heavily on your grade.

“H-Hiro…” you froze when he threw you a glare. “Please…”

Makki was annoyed. He was here having a good time with friends and free booze. If he was sober, he would’ve been nicer and not actually get pissed off.But his weak had piled on top of him and he wanted nothing more than to drink and have fun with his friends, as well as you. That’s the reason he took you here anyways, so you could relax too.

“Fine,” he uttered, downing the remnants of his pint before slamming the glass down, grabbing your wrist harshly. “Gotta go home now guys. Ms.Goody Two shoes here just told me she had an important presentation tomorrow.”

“I told you before we left,” you whispered quietly to yourself, eyes down on your toes, feet aching in the occasional heels you barely wore and missing the look Makki threw Issei, that had the tall, charismatic, man bid his farewell to the group before trailing a few steps behind you and Makki. An unlit cigarette hung loosely between his lips,watching how you trip over your feet as Makki dragged you out of the club, completely aware of the many lust filled gazes on him.

The drive back home was silent, you uncomfortably sat in the passenger seat, glancing every once in awhile at Makki who hasn’t looked your way since you two left the club and with Issei in the backseat, smoking, you couldn’t help but feel as if you were hostage. And it was silent too on the way up to your apartment dorm, the two of them right behind you as you opened the door. A part of you hesitated to enter your own home…if you walked in there with them, you felt something bad will happen.

“I’ll go to bed now…I’m sorry, Hiro,” you whispered softly, before scurrying off to your room.

But an iron grip on your wrist stopped you.

Issei appeared far more menacing with the light behind him, his features dimmed dangerously by the shadows and the lit cigarette between his lips slowly being eaten away by the dark amber that turned to ash. He was towering over you as Makki closed the front door, the click of the lock falling into place making your throat dry.

No words were exchanged between you and Issei. You diverted your eyes, shifting them to Makki who in this situation was your only source of help but he was just shrugging of his jacket and removing his shoes, oblivious to whats going on behind him.

“You know you’re in trouble right?” His best friend’s deep, rough, voice broke the silence. Your eyes widen and your heart began to pick up its pace, mind wracking your brain for what you had done wrong. You didn’t answer him but instead tried to tug away from his grip, eyes glaring at his much larger hand wrapped around your wrist, the size difference adding more fear to rush through your system.

“Behave,” he tutted, twisting your arm to your back and pushing your body against the wall, cheek flat on the cold surface. You whimpered at the pain that shot through your arm pinned against your back.

“Hiro…”

Makki moved past you and Issei, switching on your lamp by the couch and closing the curtains of your balcony as if he had not heard you call out his name.

“M-Mattsun…you’re hurting me,” you sniffled, trying hard not to cry. You squeaked when he pressed his body against yours, sandwiching you between him and the wall, his other hand caressing the spot below your rear, on the back of your thighs.

“Punishments are supposed to hurt,” he stated in a matter of fact, as if it was common knowledge.

“Mattsun, c’mon man. Go easy on her,” Makki spoke, his words salvation to your ears. Mattsun clicked his teeth in annoyance before stepping back and letting you go. “C’mere baby.”

Makki cooed sweetly, sitting down in the middle of the couch, a soft smile playing on his face as he patted his lap. At that moment, you had perceived him as your saviour and like a dumb little bunny, you scurried off to him, far away from the predator that had seized you just seconds ago.

Your heels clicked unpleasantly throughout the room as you approached him, eyes watery and glossed lips in a pout. Just as you were about to obediently sit on his lap, he stopped you, shaking his head with that same smile he wore.

“I didn’t ask you to sit.”

Brows furrowing, your fingers find the hem of your skirt, playing anxiously at the ruffles as you searched his face for answers, about what he wanted and what was going on. Usually at times like this it was best to remain still, to wait for him to make move. His hand trailed up your arm, fingers softly caressing your skin before they wrap around your wrist that had begun to bruise from Issei’s tight grip.

“Awe, he hurt you?” He pouted, thumb skimming over the blooming discoloured blotches. You nodded your head, seeking comfort…from him. It was dumb of you, you knew that but despite everything he’s done to you, a part of you believed deeply that Makki was a good man. The sweet memories of him actually caring for you and being an actual boyfriend seemed to dim the dark beginnings of your relationship. You had hope.

Your cheeks grew hot when he brought your wrist to his lips, kissing the bruised skin as if to make it all better. The softness of his lips made your heart flutter and the warmth was addicting. You wanted to be held by him, you needed to. Maybe he cooled down and was finally sobering up.

Well, you were right about the second part.

Issei watched the two of you, dark eyes finding amusement at the tooth rottenly sweet sighs before him. He drew in a heavy breath, inhaling the sweet fumes of tobacco before softly blowing the smoke out, strings of dark grey ribbons wafting up in to the air.

Makki finally, perched you on his thigh, his fingers now putting away the fallen strands of hair from your face. “You know I had a really tough week….” His arm wrapped around your waist. “It was horrible and I was really looking forward to spending time with my girl and my friends to relax.”

“I’m—,”

“And if my pretty girlfriend wasn’t so much of a brat and actually cared for me, she would’ve let me have my fun…”

“Hiro, I told you before we left that I had an important presentation, my group members rely on me,” you blurred out hurriedly, citing your defence, Issei’s scoff from behind striking you like a knife.

“I rely on you too,” he stroked your cheek, his touches slowly becoming less comforting your squirming on his thigh. “They’re not important. They fucking freeload off of you, baby. That girl member of yours lied about being sick, she was out with friends in Harujuku instead, and the other two guys, I saw them drinking at a pub near campus. Don’t you hate them just a little bit?”

You didn’t hate them. What weighed heavier on your heart was how they lied to you and used you…you couldn’t stop the tears that fell from your eyes.

“You’ve been pouring your time into work that’s supposed to be done by four people. And if you had did what I said, texting them that you’re sick and skip out of the presentation you so naively handed over to them…,” his hand that had been caressing your face now had a fistful of your hair. He pulled you close so that his lips hovered above your ear. “I would still be with my friends and drinking my horrible week away. We could’ve even danced.”

Guilt ripped at your chest, and you wanted nothing more then to apologise to Makki…even though it wasn’t your fault. Was it? He could’ve went to the club alone but he insisted you to come, reassuring you that it won’t keep you guys for long. Still, if you had paid attention, you would’ve know he was having a bad week.

Then it dawned upon you. Flashes of the time spent with him this past two weeks had been normal. Memories of him getting back from late night lectures and crawling into the bed with you, only to wrap an arm around you and bury his face into your neck, were vivid. Cuddling on the couch with the tv on for background noise had become a routine, he was even more sweeter than you ever thought he was capable of. Too busy with assignments you didn’t notice how he had been seeking comfort from you from a week that has worn him down. You were the one thing he was looking forward to see at the end of his day and you failed to see that.

“Hiro, I’m so sorry,” you sobbed, throwing your arms around his neck and crying into his chest.

Mattsun moved from his spot, where he was leaning on the wall casually watching you two, when he saw Makki’s expression. It grew gentle, his arms moving to hold you as well.

“You won’t let her go that easily won’t you, Makki?” Issei’s voiced out, snapping his friend from letting his walls completely crumble before you. He was vulnerable like you were, yes, but if he wasn’t in this state right now, he wouldn’t have let you off so easily.

“He’s right, baby,” he peeled your arms away from him, the action cutting through you. “If I’m too easy on you, you’ll never learn.”

“B-but I’m sorry,” you croaked out pitifully, the brokenness in your voice making Makki’s jaw grind against each other, trying to keep it all together.

“I know you are. You’re a good girl, right?” He cupped your face, thumbs wiping your tears away, mascara smudging on the corners of your eye. You nodded, sniffling and trying to stop your sobs.

“You know what you have to do.” He simply said, making you stand so that he could sit properly, knees almost touching, his lap no longer inviting. You knew what he wanted but the shame of doing it, made your tremble. “It’ll be over soon.”

He tapped his thigh. But you didn’t move. You couldn’t. You were frozen in your spot. Makki’s eyes slowly lost the warmth that they had been glowing with milliseconds ago and that frightened you.

A heavy hand on your shoulder pushed you down , making you stumble uncomfortably over Makki’s lap. Your fingers gripped the fabric of his jeans, the cold breeze blowing up your skirt making you squirm uncomfortably. You’d be good for Makki. But this was just…degrading.

“I’m not a child,” you mumbled, unable to stop your legs from trembling especially when there was another heated gaze staring at you in this compromising, embarrassing position. The wandering eyes of his best friend that Makki dismissed as nothing whenever you brought it up, even when he was being touchy.

“You aren’t,” Mattsun replied back to you, flipping your skirt up, bunching the fabric to your waist exposing your backside, his thumb tracing the hemline of your panties, the cute white lace making him hum.

“We’ll do seven,” Makki announced, his personality shifting in an instant,his palm against your ass cheek, squeezing the fat a little and massaging. “Since it was seven days of shit. Make sure to count, babe, or else we’ll start all over again.”

You remained slumped across his lap in defeat. Maybe you did deserve this. Even if it was mean…he has been making it very clear that he cares about you. You convinced yourself that this was just his way of showing how much he loves you and you wonder, if he will ever say those three words to you.

Mattsun took a seat the edge of the couch, arms crossed over his chest as he spreads his legs, tongue swiping over his lip at the sight of your cute ass, exhaling smoke.

Smack!

It was harsh. Unrelenting.

The collision shot lighting through your body and your hand came over your mouth to muffle your scream. Your right cheek began to sting and burn, without a doubt the skin turning red.

You sucked in a breath before you shakily spoke, “One.”

The second was just as painful, tears had begun to collect once more in your eyes but you swallowed them down and counted two. Then three, then four. By five both cheeks were a glaring red, the fifth one making your body tingle in a way it shouldn’t from the pain. Seconds go by and you made a mistake. You forgot to count.

“Guess we have to start all over again,” Makki shrugged, massaging your swollen cheeks as you shook your head.

“Hiro, no more please! I’m sorry!”

“It’s too bad, you only had two more to go.” He tutted, before his palm slams onto your burning cheeks once again. You cried into your hand, your thighs shaking from the pain, the undeniable throb in your belly growing.

“One.” You croaked out.

Mattsun clicked his tongue to get Makki’s attention, a smirk was on his face as he nudged his head at the direction of your ass, your cunt snug against your panties, their eyes zeroing in the small wet patch that formed.

“Are you getting turned on? How fucked up is that?” Makki snickered, his and Issei’s chuckles intensifying your shame. “I knew some part of you liked it rough, but I didn’t think it’d be this much.” He went on, landing another hit, the smack bouncing off the walls.

“Two…” you whispered in defeat,but when his fingers brushed against your mound your thighs rubbed together. They snickered and teased once again. You had squeezed your eyes shut by now, awaiting the next blow, bracing yourself for the pain.

Makki’s hands leave your body immediately, only for him to pin both your arms on your back while another hand freely roamed your swollen, throbbing, skin as it had done many times before.

“You’re cute like this,” Mattsun spoke, thumb softly tracing the darkened skin, before withdrawing his touch completely. Then you felt two fingers prodding at your entrance through your panties.

“S-stop, that’s—

“Fuck, she’s fucking wet, Makki.” Mattsun hissed, rubbing his fingers along the silhouette of your slit, your arousal now leaking through the crotch of your underwear. You bit back a moan but with the way your hips were trying to move away from his touch, told him your body was reacting to him. “Do you like it when I rub you through your panties?”

You shook your head, denying it.

Makki tugged the fabric down, the two men sucking in a breath at the sight of your glistening cunt, a string of your slick connected to the crotch of your panties.

“Baby, do you get turned on when you’re being all good for me?” Makki grinned, grabbing your ass, the soreness of your cheeks dulling into an unfamiliar sensation of pleasure. “Did you get turned on cause Issei was watching us? I bet you want him to watch when I fuck you too huh. Give him a live show for once.”

“Hiro, please…I—he’s scary,” you uttered under your breath, eyes screwing shut when you felt the rough pads of his fingers start massaging your clit.

“If he’s so scary, why are you getting so wet?”

You didn’t know why either. Issei’s fingers felt good, knowing you were being good for Hiro felt good. That’s all you could gather right now as well as the way, two thick digits slipped inside of you. “Ah!”

“Would you look at that. Your little cunt is sucking my fingers in,”

“Hiro,” you whimpered for help, finding it wrong for his best friend to be touching you like this. “Make him s-stop. Please. S’not you. It’s not right.” You tried to string together your thoughts but splayed on his lap while his best friend slowly scissored his fingers inside you, you couldn’t ignore the hardness inside Makki’s jeans poking at your stomach.

Makki stared at Issei’s fingers, slipping in and out of you, covered in your slick. It was hot. He glanced at you to see your expression, lip between your teeth, eyes screwing shut when he curled his fingers a certain way. You were trying so hard to be good for him, loyal and sweet. But Makki knew your body was enjoying this despite how you battled with your moral compass. You were probably confused too. Why was he letting Mattsun touch you the way he does? Simply because he didn’t mind sharing you with his best friend. You were his but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t thought about you being split and fucked with Mattsun’s cock.

“Don’t be rude.” Makki hummed, massaging the fat of your ass to soothe the pain he inflicted on you. “If Mattsun hadn’t started this, you would still be counting and getting spanked. It’s your fault for getting turned on by it.”

“Hiro,” you whined, Mattsun’s fingers working in and out of you faster, your walls clenching around his digits greedily.

“I’m not the one touching you. Say his name.”

No. You couldn’t. If this was some test to see your loyalty to him, you weren’t going to fail it. But that resolve was fading bit by bit with the way he thrusts and periodically scissored his fingers in your traitorous cunt.

And yet as you were reaching your peak, his name was slowly rolling of your tongue. Too lost—no, succumbing to him and how he made you feel.

“You’re making such a lewd face,” Makki chuckled, one hand restraining both your wrists behind you still, the other moving your hair over one shoulder to get a better look.

A squeak left you as your body tensed suddenly before going slack, thighs trembling from the orgasm that washed over you. You could feel your slick dribbling down the inside of your thighs, Mattsun slipping his digits out of you only to slowly rub your clit to prolong your bliss, mouth watering at how you came all over his fingers.

He brought his fingers to his lips, lapping up your juices and humming at the sweet distinct taste.

“I could just eat you up,,” Mattsun growled, shoving his digits into your mouth, making you taste yourself. “Lick it up, kitten.”

You helplessly looked up at him through your lashes before reluctantly swirling your tongue round his thick two fingers and sucking it the same way when Hiro would do the same.

Makki released your hands, effortlessly propping you up to sit legs apart on his lap, his hands now roaming under your dress, removing your bra and discarding it somewhere in the room. He teased your nipples til they harden, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers.

“Did you like that? Like Mattsun’s fingers inside your greedy little cunt?” He rasped against your ear, squeezing your breasts just a little harder. “Since you couldn’t follow my instructions to count, my sweet girl can’t have my cock.”

“N-need you, please. I’m sorry,” you whimpered, hips needy and grinding down against his erection, a soft sigh leaving you when his hard on against his jeans rubbed against your clit. “W-want Hiro.”

In any other time, Makki would’ve loved to give you exactly what you asked for. But brats need disciplining.

“What you want doesn’t matter right now baby. You want to make it up to me right?” He coped, kissing your cheek. You nodded immediately. Yes, you did.

Mattsun stood between your legs, Makki’s hands hooking behind your knees to pull and fold them to your chest, exposing your sex to his best friend. Attention fully on Makki, you didn’t notice how Mattsun was dangerously close, black jeans discarded and cock hard against his abdomen.

“If you want to make it up to me, stay like this.”

Something hard and thick prodded at your entrance, your eyes whipping to your parted legs. You felt your stomach churn. Long and thick, the leaking tip of his cock glared right back at you, it was hot against your cunt as he rubbed his tip along your slit.

“N-no, it won’t fit,” you murmured, wriggling away from Issei’s cock. “Hiro, please.” There was no way that was going to fit inside of you, it’ll rip you apart. You’ve only ever had sex with Hiro, and you still remember how it felt when he first breached your chaste walls, taking your virginity. If that had been painful, you can’t imagine how it’d be with Issei.

“You wanted to make it up to me right?” Makki’s tone darkened dangerously, and his grip on your legs tightened as he kept you open for Issei, the fat head of his cock pushing at your entrance, already stretching you wide.

You wanted to make it up to him. But how was this that? This was still punishment. You were sure of it. Especially when Issei slowly leaned in, impaling his thick cock into your hole, both men hissing and cursing at how your puffy lower lip stretched to accommodate his length while you gasped. There was no way he was going to fit all the way inside. No way, and yet he kept pushing in till the bulbous tip nudged against your cervix.

“It’s—too much,” you whimpered, eyes glossy with tears as you stared up at Issei, his eyes dark with lust and glued to where you two were connected. You swore you could feel him in your womb, he was just—“t-too big.”

“Holy shit,” Makki exhaled, your pussy stretched around Issei’s cock, his own cock painfully hard against his jeans. When Issei slowly drew back, relishing the sweet, plush, grip of your walls, his length was covered in your slick, a white ring of cream an inch from the base.

The tip lingered at your entrance, your heavy lidded eyes blinking at his cock, not believing that it had gone inside you but you were quickly reminded of the sensation when he slammed his hips against yours, heavy balls slapping against your ass and you swore you felt him deeper than before. A broken sound, a mix of a whine and a cry left you, the stretch still so unfamiliar and the weight of him inside of you as he thrusted in and out was dizzying. He was so thick, your walls pulsated erratically, the sparks of pleasure blooming in your lower belly.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Issei groaned, hands placed behind your thighs, replacing Makki’s.

“She looks so hot being split by your cock, man,” Makki commented, his hand snaking around you to play with your clit, your head thrown back at the added sensation. It was too much.

“Have you ever fucked her in the ass?” Mattsun groaned, keeping conversation as he sets a pace, fucking in and out you till he had you moaning.

“Not yet, dude. I’m taking it slow,” Makki responded, massaging your clit, more slick dripping from your cunny. “Oh, and told you she’s a whore for cock.” He snickered, slapping your clit making you cry out.

“M’ not a w-whore ,” you mustered out, body jolting with each thrust, panting as the scrape of Issei’s cock against your walls started to feel good and you were even greedy for him, your reluctance earlier now replaced with eagerness.

“You’re nothing but a cumdump for me, baby,” Makki chuckled, his thumb brushing against your swollen lips. “And now Mattsun’s.”

“No, not inside,” you cried, his thrusts getting faster and faster, rutting into you with reckless abandon, you couldn’t think anymore. Just feel. Feel the way his cock slams over and over again against your cervix, the way his cock stretched you out whenever he pulled back and sunk back in. His name fell from your lips in chants, soft moans that Issei couldn’t get enough of. Your cute little tongue poked out of your lips, reduced to nothing but a babbling and moaning mess.

Hanamaki whipped out his phone. “Dude, slow down and pull out, film the way you stretch her out,” he handed Mattsun the phone, his rhythm slowing. Drawing back till his cock completely left you, he pressed record, the flash lighting up and making your wet pussy shine.

Mattsun’s hand caressed your stomach, slowly moving down to your cunny, spreading the lips for show for the camera before positioning his cock once against at your entrance, his length coated with your slick.

He pushed in, cock opening up and stretching your tiny cunt, a soft whine emitting from you, body growing accustomed to the sinful sensation of his cock. It was entrancing really, the way he stretched you out, how your walls fluttered and squeezed his him.

Mattsun reared his hips back, slowly fucking into you, cock sliding almost completely out and back into you to exaggerate just how much of his length you could take. What made this time different was how you were freely moaning, whimpering and groaning at how he filled you up.

He zoomed the camera out, your whole body and your flustered face in the frame. Your skin was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat and your knees by your ears, showcased your split cunt so pornographically for the camera. Close to his release, he quickly picked up his pace, capturing the way your body jolted with each thrust and recording your higher pitched moans. His hips slammed over and over against your ass, the sound of skin slapping on skin bouncing off the walls of your apartment.

“Fuck,” he groaned, bucking his hips harder than before as he stills inside you, shooting his hot cum inside your quivering walls. You moaned out wantonly , thighs shaking as you cum at the feeling of warmth exploding in your lower belly, his cock twitching inside you as he coated your insides white.

The camera continued to record, he slowly pulled back already missing your warmth that enveloped him, only to be rewarded with the sight of his cum spilling out your abused hole, globs of white dribbling down your ass.

Switching off the phone, he threw it back on the couch, two fingers pushing his cum back into your pulsating cunt.

“S-stop,” you panted, shaking from the overstimulation. “No more. I cant!” His fingers sped up, curling them directly at that spongy part inside you and Makki continued his ministrations, littering hickeys on your neck while he played with your tits, harshly groping and pinching.

You cum the second time, juices coating Mattsun’s hand and now completely limp against Makki as your head spun and your breathing was laboured, thrown high into ecstasy. In that haze, you only could remember bits and pieces of what happened next, you were on your hands and knees on the couch, cheek against Matsukawa’s thigh as Makki had his turn. Next thing you knew, the hot tip of Mattsun’s cock was tapping against your cheek then buried in your mouth as the two had their way with you.

You couldn’t remember much after that, just felt. You felt the stickiness that clung to your thighs, the heat in your mouth when Issei came, the numbing pleasure in your core as Makki pounded into you. You were so out of it, you couldn’t really make out what words they were exchanging with one another.

“Cant believe you had this tight little cunt all to yourself,” Mattsun groaned, sheathing himself inside again, pushing Makki’s cum back inside.

“Yeah? I knew you couldn’t wait to have your filthy paws on her,” Makki chuckled, sitting on the edge of the couch by your head, your face pressed down into the cushions, moaning and babbling nonsense. “She’s so fucked out.” He caressed the crown of your head, your little tongue lolling out and your hips on its own, was moving to meet Mattsun’s thrust, drunk on both their cocks.

“She’s such an obedient little thing,” Mattsun gripped your waist, pulling you down on further on his cock as he neared his third release. “Fuck, cant get enough of her.” He grunted as he pumped you full of cum once again, cute ass jiggling as you were pushed into another orgasm.

By the time they were done, the dark navy blue sky had become a gradient to a light blue. Before Makki cleaned you up, he and had laid you on the bed, legs parted and cunt oozing with the mix of their cum. They snapped a couple of pictures. And when you woke, your mind was blank. Your eyes scanned the familiar walls and furniture of you bedroom but when you shifted in your spot only to find yourself wedged in between two warm bodies, memories of what had happened flashed before your eyes and only then did you notice how heavy your body felt against the soft mattress, how sore your inner thighs were.

A soft groan brought you back to earth, the familiar scent of Hanamaki filling your nose as he nuzzled his face into your neck, his locks of strawberry blond hair soft against your cheek. His arm was draped across your stomach, crossing over another arm from your left side. Your heavy lidded eyes squinted in the dark to look at the clock, the time making your body click to automatic mode. You had class. But even if you tried to move, you weren’t strong enough.

“Go back to sleep, babe,” Makki murmured against your neck, his voice deeper from sleep. “I messaged your professor you caught a fever.”

“But,” your voice was painfully scratchy along your throat.

“Don’t worry baby,” he shifted closer, naked skin touching and warming your own. “I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry your pretty little mind about anything, yeah?”

You shut your mouth, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“You did so well for me last night. Such a good girl for me aren’t you?” His words of praise seemed to fill your chest with warmth. To know that you had pleased him. “My pretty girl.”

“I-I’m sorry, Hiro,” you croaked out, an ugly weak sound to your ears but Hanamaki raised his head to meet your eyes.

“I know you are, baby. I know.” He cooed softly, caressing your cheek. “You were so pretty being such a good girl and taking Issei’s cock. So fucking pretty.”

“A-anything for Hiro,” You slurred in response with a small smile not able to muster anything more than that as you fell into the hands of deep slumber.

The words resonated within Hanamaki. A slight pang of guilt washing over him as he played over and over the sweet, docile way you had said that. He wondered if you knew that he’d do anything for you too. He wasn’t going to let you go so easily, he’s never wanted anyone as much as he wanted you. If he was even to ponder about it, he was lucky he had you. That you were his naive and dumb little bunny that he had sunk his teeth into.

And he was going to have so much fun with you, along with Issei too.

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𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚂𝙸𝙽𝚂 𝙳𝙸𝙴

tetsuro nii isn't the clingy type, he probably despises it too. but you're so lovable that it makes his resolve slip every single day. what's a man to do then? ♡ commission for the lovely, amazing @rocorambles ♡ thank you so much my love, it was so nice to get to write a meanie again, i hope you enjoy

tw incest, dubcon, gaslighting, coercion, choking, tetsu is kinda mean, puppygirl!reader .wordc. 2.5k+

You try your best to be sweet. Loving, though sometimes your attempts must be a bit clingy, if the glares your niichan sends you are anything to go by. You just can’t help it, you feel best when you’re tucked up to his side and resting your face on his lap, getting your head pat.

Tetsuro being the golden boy, the sibling every friend talked about. He was the smart one with all the friends and the promising future, and you were always just his baby sister. Nothing more than a footnote at the end of his long list of exploits, it seemed. You never minded, as long as you got to be in his presence. You could still bounce with joy any time he gives you attention, because he doesn’t make it easy.

He’s proud of being the older, more accomplished one, and he put in a lot of hard work to earn that title. He deserves it. But sometimes you do wish he wouldn’t bite down on the fact that you admire him so much, rubbing it in at every turn.

The door clicks as he enters, and your heart already warms at the sound. “Niisan!” You race into the hall to wrap your arms around his big, muscular body, squeezing a bit tighter when he tries to shake you off. A huff falls from him at your affection, kicking off his shoes. You pay it no mind.

You know how he thinks of you, calls you his stupid, clingy little sister to Kenma sometimes. But you have no other choice when you’ve had to miss him the entire extended weekend. “Finally you’re home, you were gone so long.”

He jams two fingers into his necktie to loosen it and shakes you off with the other arm, as you gently drop your arms from him. “Move.” His voice is low, eyes narrowing when you back up a few steps, your heart still beating fast. Any little sister would be excited, wouldn’t they? You can’t help but linger, blinking as you take in the small frown digging between his eyebrows. “I’m serious, give me some space,” he grunts out, and this time you listen.

Lately you’ve been getting on Tetsu nii’s nerves a lot. You haven’t been doing anything different, but every touch you give him, as small as the little pecks on his cheek you’ve been giving him for years and years bother him now. You’d stop, you would, if you weren’t so painfully touch-starved.

Even if he shoves your head off his shoulder or pulls your hair when walking past sometimes, you know that Tetsuro nii doesn’t hate you. Or he never would’ve offered you to live with him, right?

It’s late when the knock comes to the door of your room, but you’re still quick to slide out of bed. You step aside, looking up at him and softly following behind when he tosses himself onto your bed, then sit too. Your thin, frilly shorts ride up a little, but you’re preoccupied. “Niichan, can we cuddle?” You can’t help the pout or the whimper when he remains unmoving, so you crawl a bit closer. “Tetsu nii, please? I really missed you.”

Your sentence is interrupted by a pout, as you snuggle into his side ever so carefully. You don’t want to make him get up again. “No.” Tetsuro cracks open one eye when you rest your face on his pecs and slump into his side like a blanket anyway, and groans. “You’re such a crybaby,” he mumbles, exposing his teeth with a grimace when he pushes you off by your face and you cling on tighter. He pushes two fingers against your forehead again, but you shrug them off and wrap your legs around his thigh, whining.

“‘M not, just wanna stay with you, niichan!”

“But I don’t want you to.” His grin only grows wider the longer you hold on. He rolls you over to push your head back into the blankets with one hand and your tummy with the other, before getting on top of you. “You’re so obsessed with me.” You grab at his shirt and cling on as his grin falters, wetness tickling your lash line at how mean he’s being. “What? Gonna cry? Aw, is the little puppy going to cry because she can’t get what she wants?”

Another small whimper comes from you when his hand moves from your head to your throat instead. Instinctively you let go of his shirt, shifting when the fingers tighten on the sides of your neck. His grin grows wider when you still, breathing shallow when he leans his much larger body onto you to press you down into the plush, his face now hovering closer. You’ve wrestled Tetsu nii before, but this, this is new. The way his lips part and he licks them, putting his knees either side of your body, that’s different.

Grip hard and tight around your throat, and the glimmer in his eyes sharp enough to stall your breathing even more. “Tetsu nii,” you whisper, eyes wide when he ghosts his lips over yours and makes a small noise of contentment when you shrink under him. The curl to his lips vindictive, he presses them to the corner of your mouth.

“Not so noisy now, are you, my little pup? What’s wrong, hm?” His other hand trails up your ribcage, lifting your shirt inch by inch as you clench your eyes shut, his bright irisses too blown out, hungry. His voice drops as he whispers words against your lips that you can barely pay attention to. “Scared of what your bad big brother might do to you?”

“Niichan,” you move to press a hand to his shoulder, “stop. We can’t.”

His hand loosens on your throat, but only to grab a fistful of hair at the base of your skull instead, his hips now against yours and the soft rolls of his waist to yours painfully distracting. “Why? So you can play with me whenever you want to but now I want to you’re telling me ‘no’?” His breath mingles with yours, lips still almost pressed against yours, brushing them each time you shift. “Don’t be so dramatic, it’s no big deal. You don’t know what you want.”

The sharpness of his voice makes your lashes flutter, and you look back up at him. “Tetsu nii, I just—” a gasp breaks through your words when the weight of his body on you is shifted, now fully pressing his hard cock to your pussy through your clothes.

Each brush, each push into you makes your tummy tighten, you can’t help it. Even if you know this is weird, wrong even, it feels good. So warm and close, this is probably the closest he’s ever been to you when you’ve asked to cuddle. It messes with your brain, gives you tingles. He knows just as well as you do that this isn’t supposed to happen between siblings, right?

Not the kissing, no holding of hips- not this needily, possessively- and no hungry fingertips playing up your stomach into your bra. But he doesn’t care. “We can’t do this,” you try again, ignoring how he pinches a nipple, rolling the bud. Small touches that make your entire skin feel like it’s glowing. “It’s wrong.” Your voice gives out before you even get to finish, going soft and desperate. He ignores you.

“Everyone thinks you’re a terrible sister, you know that, right?” he mouths, as his lips drag down your face along your jaw, then kissing down your neck. You don’t have to believe him. You don’t have to agree. But your stomach sinks anyway, tears welling up more as his pinched hold squeezes tighter. Your mouth drops open because of it, soft noises coming from you, from him, each time his hips rub right up to your sensitive pussy. “But I always tell them you’re not.”

The words come through slowly, making your eyes flutter back open to watch him. It’s true that Tetsuro was always everyone’s favorite, but— what did you do to make them think that way? It must be true, Tetsuro never lied to you before. He’s a good person, even though you bother him so often. The wetness in your eyes beads up at the corners, before running down your temples.

“I’m sorry, niichan.” Your voice is barely audible over the rubbing of the fabric or the soft noises he makes. There’s a hum, but he doesn’t pull away from you just yet. Open mouth kisses littering your throat, where he licks and bites down while you squirm. Sucking so hard, like he’s trying to give you a hickey. Your arms fall limply next to your body as he works. Niichan angles his hips until your voice comes out and you moan at the feeling, then pulls away from you.

“It’s the least you can do, and besides, you asked for this. I’m just giving you what you want.” His hand tightens in your hair until you wince. “You said you wanted it.”

But— you didn’t. You wouldn’t have, it’s wrong. No matter how much you love your big brother, you never said anything like that. Right? You shake your head, as Tetsuro’s expression turns icy. “No?” Your mouth is dry, heavy breathing suddenly stopping in your throat. His lips are flushed and swollen, cheeks a little rosier than normal, but his angular eyes are too dark and sharp. He looks like an animal ready to jump for your neck, his mouth corners quirking back up almost as quickly as they fell.

He clicks his tongue. “You did. Are you gonna tell me I imagined all of that, yeah? Why are you lying to me?” The sentences come quick, almost too quick for you to follow, as he glares down. His wide, muscular chest rises and falls rapidly under the black dress shirt, and he moves his jaw back and forth as he thinks. “Don’t you love your niichan?”

“Of course I love you,” your bottom lip wobbles pathetically as you try to wrap your arm around his neck. You don’t want him to leave, it’s all just a big misunderstanding. “I love you so much, Tetsu nii.” His eyebrows only get more furrowed at your touch, your tears. His hand pulls away from your body too quickly, before he pushes your arm off too. His warmth leaves you so soon, bringing goosebumps to your wet, exposed skin.

“Should’ve known you couldn’t do it, I don’t know why I even tried. You don’t love me at all.” As he crawls off the bed, you panic, struggling up and wrapping your arms around him as tight as you can.

“I do, I swear,” you press your forehead between his shoulder blades and wait, but he doesn’t say anything. “I’m sorry, niichan. Please don’t be mad at me.” The longer the silence continues, the more pressing the desperation gets, and you squeeze your eyes shut. “Stay, Tetsu—”

“I’ll ask my assistant instead, how about that? Since you can’t do it for me,” he mumbles, and then everything is quiet for a few seconds. The air around you feels thick. Your belly is still burning up from the inside and it’s Tetsuro who made you feel this way. He got you this needy with ease, without blinking, which must count for something. You don’t want him to ask someone else. You bite your lip, before sitting back on your butt and wringing your hands together.

“I’ll do it.”

You’re not sure why it falls out of your mouth as easily as it does, but when he glances over his shoulder and lifts a brow, you’re already laying back. You push your shorts down, kicking them off. “Please, don’t leave. I can do it, I swear.” Tetsuro watches you for just a moment, before he bites his lip.

He shouldn’t want this, he knows it too. It’s about the farthest from a sane thought, but he’s always wanted to own you. His perfect little sister, the one his friends ogled when you weren’t paying attention. You never cared about any of them though, always stared up at him like he was the world’s most important person, the only one for you.

It’s not like he didn’t try to push you away, either. But your touches, the way your hands cling to him before he leaves, your smile as you make his lunch and fix his tie. How you press a loving kiss to his mouth like you’re still little kids and don’t even seem to hesitate, it’s torture. He doesn’t want to push away from you anymore.

If you’re naive enough to believe him, he’ll be as mean as he needs to be. You’ll understand, won’t you? You’ll forgive him for the sins he commits. Tetsuro drops his large hands to your ankles, before slowly crawling back up the length of you. Squeezing your thighs going up, pinching the sensitive skin harshly until you squirm and whimper. So fucking cute. Hands settling at the crotch of your panties, his lips twitch when he feels the wet patch there. He slides his finger under the fabric ever so slowly.

“You’ll do anything I say?” The low tremble of his voice is enough to set you alight, bobbing your head. Of course you will. His long fingers are quick to unbutton his shirt, leaving him in just his pants, as you lay equally undressed before him. He’s muscular, all sharp lines and angles. And though you’ve seen him undressed plenty, it was never like this, never for you. Your hands come to his pecs as he leans down, grabbing your chin and angling it up. “Promise?”

You nod. That’s enough for his brilliant grin to slip back on, one hand pulling down your panties as the other keeps you in place under those golden eyes, taking you apart for all you’re worth.

His fingers slide into the wetness leaking out of your slit, collecting it and swirling it back over your sensitive folds and your clit, and your thighs clench. He kisses you, breathing deep and pushing his tongue into your mouth much quicker than you expect, leaving your brain struggling to catch up. Niichan’s kissing you, he’s really kissing you and shoving his fingers inside you without hesitation.

His tongue laves at the sensitive spot at your neck, before he groans out your name. “Fuck, I knew you’d be a good puppy for me. Always so cute and needy for Tetsu nii.” He shoves the top down under your breasts, and leans down to take them into his mouth one by one, sucking hard. You mewl under him as his fingers curl deeper, scissoring you open. His hums against your skin so distracting, wet as he pulls back. “Should’ve just done this much sooner, look at you.” He groans, then throws his head back. “So fucking pretty.”

He flicks his thumbs over the pebbled buds a few times, then sits over you on his knees, and your hands fall to his waist. “Take out my cock, quickly.” His suggestion is gentle enough, but he still grabs your hand and puts it right over the hardness, lifting a brow. You don’t even think, don’t get to when he shoves a finger inside your mouth, hooking it on your cheek and pulling back so you can’t close your mouth entirely. It’s messy and it stings, and Tetsuro looks entirely too happy with himself.

But you oblige, unzipping the slacks until he kicks them off, revealing his boxers. Or rather the tent in them, a patch of precum sticking the fabric to the head and down the shaft. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, and he chuckles. “Looks like it belongs inside you, hm?” He jerks and curls his fingers hard, making your insides tingle. Then he pulls them out, shoving his boxers down his thick thighs to reveal the entirety of him.

Thick, flushed a deep, pinky red at the tip, his cock twitches. He’s so big, just like everything else about Tetsuro. “Niichan, don’t know if I can fit it,” you mumble around his finger, choking a little when he prevents you from swallowing.

“You’re the best little sister, it’ll fit.” He doesn’t even allow you to lift your own legs, instead hauling them both up and pressing them to your chest, and you squeak at the motion when he uses it as an opportunity to grab your cunt, rubbing his thumb over your clit and his fingers back inside. “You’ll take it all inside your wet, sloppy pussy, won’t you? Make niichan feel good?”

“‘M gonna try,” you slur, breathing hitching when he pushes up against your slit. “Wait, Tetsu nii,” you suddenly remember, snapping out of your haze enough to look up. His eyes glazed and focussed on your pussy as he pushes in more, and you try to put your leg down. “Condom, niichan!” He shoves it back in place by your ankle, and pushes in inch by inch anyway, making you take his length more with every breath.

“No, no, wait-hm— you -hng- put —a condom!” The last few inches are shoved in all at once, making you feel so full it turns you lightheaded. You crack your mouth open to talk again, but the strong grip on your throat makes it’s way back, and only a soft wail comes out when he pulls back. The deep breath is only a second of reprieve, before he pushes back in all the way and lewd squelches sound out.

“Shhh, let me have this,” he hisses, rubbing your puffy clit a few times as he starts a rhythm that slams your headboard to the wall each thrust. “You belong to me, my slut, -hng- my little sister. Niichan will make you feel good, I promise. Now lay still and take it, or I’ll squeeze harder.”

#tw.dubcon #tw.incest #tw.gaslighting #💫ch.kuroo #haikyuu smut

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At Your Mercy

Day 3 of Birdie’s Bokuto Week

Summary: Being the JNT’s manager has its perks, mainly your income, but you end up finding yourself taking care of some of the members. Atsumu is positive you favorite him over everyone else, which puts a damper in Bokuto’s spirits. Bokuto decides to ask for an extra treat when you visit him at night.

Warnings: toxic work environment, blowjob(s), dubcon/noncon, virginity loss, m. masturbation, manipulation, f. and m. oral receiving, creampie, squirting, bit of aftercare

If you had been told you would be the manager for Japan’s National Team when you were 15, you’d have laughed at the notion. Befriending Hinata was a random occurrence, taking on the roll of manager alongside Yachi in Kiyoko’s last year. You’d have never thought Hinata would fly so high he’s reach the top charts, and you even lost contact with him when he journeyed to Brazil. When he joined the MSBY team, he reached out to you for another manager position. Originally declining, you ended up picking up the job when you found out how much money you’d get just for washing jerseys and filling water bottles.

Division 1 teams don’t usually have managers, so you were a rare sight to see, especially on a team of testosterone filled men playing volleyball. Often you’d hear Hinata bickering with Kageyama during practice matches because you were on MSBY and not the Adlers. It was an easy job, if you could handle the constant harassment from the members. Sakusa and Hinata were nice, even Meian was sweet, but Bokuto and Atsumu did not do well with personal space. Hugs, cheek kisses, high fives, bear hugs that had you spinning around, they did them all. That.. wasn’t so bad, but they loved touching you so much they often didn’t let you go until you asked them to. They were also the ones who would ask what you were doing, who you were seeing, were you interested in them, and more. Without Hinata, it got worse because you didn’t have that comfort and support from a friend.

When they were recruited to the National Team, you were so excited for them. Less time with them, and Hinata would be back in Japan for training. This time, when Hinata asked if you would be a manager for the JNT, you declined. Content with your decision to stay, you were not only pressured by the members of MSBY also on JNT, but the rest of the MSBY team. When the National Coach came to you in person to ask, with Kuroo Tetsurō and Iwaizumi Hajime in tow, you had a feeling he wasn’t taking no for an answer anymore. You reluctantly agreed, but dearly wished you hadn’t.

An entire team of men who do nothing but exercise and play volleyball all day. If they’re off their game, it affects the entire team. When that happens, you’re supposed to help them calm down and maybe help them work through it. Sometimes, Iwaizumi checks them over while you talk to them. But sometimes, all they need is to relieve a bit of stress and your presence on the team gives the coach an easy suggestion. You can say you don’t want to, you could have said no, but he wouldn’t take it. You soon realized the coach wasn’t as great as many thought him to be.

“You wouldn’t want to be the reason we lose, would you? Carrying that guilt on your shoulders, it must be exhausting for someone so young. I can’t change your mind, but I know it would mean a lot to your friends should you decide to help them out.”

You did feel bad. That was the problem. Not only did the guys know you were declining the option to sleep with them, but they also knew that you knew it’d benefit them. The only ones who didn’t make you feel bad about it really were Hinata and Aran. Everyone else practically ignored you, trying to make you feel even guiltier. Hinata cheered you up, telling you over the phone or late at night that he didn’t like the coach for what he was trying to pull, but never did anything about it. Aran outwardly protected you, especially if Atsumu brought up how stressed he was and how there such a “simple way to fix it” and Aran was there to smack him and tell him to drop it. He also didn’t go against the coach, though, knowing that a word against the coach could be the death sentence for their time on the team.

When you finally cracked, you ended up going to Iwaizumi. You just couldn’t bring it up to Hinata, especially since you’ve known him for so long, finding it embarrassing. You explained to Iwaizumi why you declined, and that reason being you were a virgin in almost all aspects of sex. You had given a handjob to an ex-boyfriend years ago, but he was rude, so you broke up with him before you two could go any further. When Iwaizumi understood your reluctance, he gave you a new option. From you, the coach wouldn’t take it, but from Iwaizumi he would agree to it.

With guidance and help from Iwaizumi, you felt a bit more confident when the coach announced to the team members you’d be willing to have some one-on-one time with them after practice. But, he honored yours and Iwaizumi’s wish to keep your virginity, telling them they could only use your mouth and hands as they saw fit. With no surprise, Atsumu was immediately on board with it. Not even waiting until the practice was over, he took a break and brought you into the restroom with him. It was humiliating to get down on your knees in front of him, feeling as though you’d lost, but it was worse when everyone was looking at you two when you returned. Atsumu’s smug grin told them everything.

That was the day things began to change. Hinata and Aran were hesitant, but even they came around, asking for some individual help. But Atsumu ate the shit up, asking for a blowjob once a day if not twice. Sometimes you’d only give him a handjob, but he was good at guilt tripping you, encouraging you to do a little more or give him a little more love. If you weren’t worried of rumors or scandals, you’d have just quit when the option was brought up.

“Another good practice! Your serves are improving Tobio-kun,” Atsumu smiles at the end of his sentence, seemingly genuine in his compliment. Kageyama gives him a look.

“Says the one who will be benched,” he retorts back, starting up a fight. You and Komori sigh, as he sits on the bench next to you. Sakusa, who’s also next to you, crinkles his nose up as his mask moves.

“They’re idiots, the lot of them,” he groans, rolling his eyes. You let out a chuckle, but just shrug.

“Of course they are. Both blockheads with hardly anything but volleyball on their mind,” you reply, standing up from the bench. Another swapping of practice teams, another switching of positions, another refill on water bottles. Any job to get you out of the gym is fine, you’ve decided. Thoughts to yourself can be a bit more free.

Coming back to the gym, you stop outside when you hear Bokuto and Atsumu bickering. “I’m just sayin’, she sure shows me lots of love. Bokkun, she hardly spends time with you!”

“You’re always hoggin’ her!” Bokuto shouts back, then a ball being slammed against the floor is heard.

“Now, now, you both need to calm down,” you hear Aran say. Always the mediator, especially when it comes to Atsumu. “Neither of you have been doing so well today. Maybe resting is in order?”

“No, just tell Tsum-Tsum to leave some for the rest of us. Can’t relieve stress when you’re dragging her into bathrooms and ‘talking’ to her late at night,” Bokuto pouts. Had the conversation been on something else, you’d have giggled at his antics. Instead, you felt sick in the pit of your stomach.

“Bokuto, how about you take an early break?” Coach Hibarida said. A grumble of confirmation was said and you decided to enter the gym, moving back a few steps as you acted like you hadn’t heard anything. With your eyes widening as you saw Bokuto angrily walking in your direction, you went to go ask if he was okay, but was shut down before you could make a peep. “By yourself, Bokuto,” Hibarida continued, making Bokuto’s eyes lose a bit of shine and take on a grumpy expression. Deciding it was best to ignore it, you continued into the gym with the waters in tow.

Usually if any member of the team was alone, then you’d be dragged along with them. This time, Bokuto was completely alone and he’d be stuck like that until practice ended in the evening. With the sun not even close to setting, he was definitely going to go to bed early if he couldn’t practice. Going into the locker room was the first stop, deciding on a quick shower to maybe ease the tension from his muscles. Whenever he’d go into the locker room, though, he’d just get flashbacks of the first time you got on your knees for him.

Then he got pissed again. Remembering how Atsumu seemed so smug about the thing, telling everyone they’d better back off because he was planning on taking the top spot of your favorites.

“She spends most of her time with me, I bet it won’t be long until she’s asking me to touch her a bit more,” Atsumu had boasted.

The look on his face had Bokuto getting riled up again, deciding a hot shower was in order. But once he was under the stream and surrounded by steam, he was fine. The hot water soothed his muscles and the boiling blood in his veins, but it also proved to replace the thoughts in his mind with something better. Instead of thinking about what made him so angry, he thought back to the first time he got you on your knees. It was so wonderful to feel your hands finally around his cock, even if you seemed reluctant and couldn’t stand looking at it for long, turning your gaze up to him.

Remembering the way you looked up at him innocently reminded him of just how innocent you really were. Leaning his back against the cold tiles, he trailed his hand down his body as the water slid down with it. When he wrapped his hand around his cock, he adjusted his fingers to how your mouth felt, how it was so tight around him the first time. You seemed so scared of it, he couldn’t help but recall the memory with fondness. When you finally took most of it in your mouth, you looked up at him through those lashes, wondering if he was enjoying it. With the way you took care of him, giving him one of the best orgasms of his life, he could only wish for more.

As his hand pumped harder, he tightened his fist a bit more, thinking about how hot and wet your cunt would actually feel, wrapping around him. He knew that if he could just get a taste of you, he’d definitely feel better. He’d love to slurp and dive his tongue into your messy cunt, but he finds himself tipping over the edge when he thinks of how you’d look, teary-eyed as he gave you the best orgasm of your life. Coming down from his high, he looks down to see his seed coating his hand, dripping off and down into the drain with the rest of the water.

The water’s gotten colder.

Cutting his shower time there, he dries himself up and decides to go back to his room, filled with fantasies of you and how sweet you’d taste. With those thoughts completely taking over his mind, he’s soon sleeping soundly on the bed.

Given that the entirety of the team doesn’t live nearby, the practice gym is in a large building that has a dining hall, a nurse’s office (recovery station, it’s where Iwaizumi spends most of his day), as well as rooms for the men to dorm in. The rooms themselves are suited for only sleeping and bathing, including a bed and the bathroom with a toilet. Showers were located in the locker room, so usually everyone would wash up when practice was over or after dinner. There were some rooms that had a much nicer bathroom, including a small kitchen area, and those were given to the staff members. That included the coach, Iwaizumi, and you. Kuroo lived nearby and only visited occasionally, so he didn’t room in the building. However, your room was between Iwaizumi’s and Hinata’s, making it one of the safest places to be situated.

After dinner, Coach Hibarida asked if you’d be willing to check on Bokuto and take him his dinner. Fully expecting him to ask you to do so, you agreed and took the still warm food in a takeout container to the room Bokuto was staying in. It was about three rooms down from you, seeing as Sakusa was beside Hinata’s room. Gently knocking on the door, you waited for a response before calling out. Hearing nothing, you decided to test the doorknob and saw it was unlocked. Pushing open the door, you saw Bokuto asleep in the bed. Smiling at the unconscious wing spiker, you move into the room and set the food down on a nearby table.

“Bokuto, can you hear me? Can you wake up for a minute?” To your surprise, he moves, turning towards you and blinking open his eyes. The room was dark, but you turning on the light was probably burning his eyes. “Sorry, I wanted to tell you your dinner was ready, but if you want to sleep I can—”

“No, no! I’m hungry, I’ll eat,” he groggily says, but practically bolts up from the sheets anyways. Clad in nothing but some boxers, you look away as he looks at the food, eating away on his bed. “‘S good!”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s gross,” you chuckle, shaking your head. You turn over the possibility of asking if he’s feeling better, if he wants to talk about earlier, but a part of you doesn’t want to because you’re afraid of how things will go. Bokuto is, well, bigger than average. Ushijima and Sakusa are nothing to sneer at either, as are most of the men who stand over 6 feet, but you still get scared whenever you’re alone with one of them. It won’t take much for them to decide they want more from you.

“Hey, did you hear me?” You suddenly heard, your head snapping up to see not only has Bokuto tossed the empty tray into the trash, but he is now looking at you intensely. “I asked if you were alright,”

“Yeah! Just spacing out, nothing new, you know,” you laugh it off, waving your hands in front of you. Bokuto seems skeptical, but says nothing more. “I was thinking of when you left the gym,” ignoring the bit you overheard, “you seemed so upset, I was wondering if you felt better now,”

“Uh, not really to be completely honest,” he says, rubbing the side of his neck. That sinking feeling in your stomach comes back, eating at your insides. “I took a shower to ease my anger, so now I guess I just feel.. sad? A bit lonely, even?”

“Lo- Lonely?” You parrot back, confused.

“Yeah, well, it might be a bit embarrassing for you, but Atsumu was telling everyone how you’ll probably end up giving your.. innocence to him, since you show him so much favoritism. It just made me feel a bit bad since I don’t really spend much time with you. If you’re not with Atsumu, you’re with someone else,” he practically mumbles, but each bit is loud enough for you to hear it. Bokuto usually uses nicknames for people he’s fond of, so it’s a bit of a shock to hear him say Atsumu’s name fully. A blush covers his cheeks, making the atmosphere seem almost sweet, like he’s confessing to you.

Almost.

“Bokuto, I don’t plan on giving anything to anyone except what I already do. That’s final. I don’t show Atsumu favoritism, it’s more so he’s showing favoritism over me. I can’t say no without feeling guilty, even if I know it’s just because he’s gotten addicted to it,” you explain, looking away from Bokuto as you talk. Fiddling with a loose string in his comforter, you continue on. “If you want to spend more time with me, all you have to do is ask. I’d much prefer spending time with you than Atsumu.” Or anyone else for that matter, but you don’t say those words. You’re here to cheer up Bokuto, even if you know what he’ll ask from you. They always do.

“Then, can you spend some time with me? Right now?” He asks, leaning in closer. He’s so close to your lips, you can feel his breath on your cheeks. Even though you’re not usually kissing the members, it’s not something you’re inexperienced in either. When Bokuto presses his lips to yours, hand behind your head, you don’t pull away. You don’t really do anything, but the main thing is you don’t pull away.

When Bokuto moves his hand from your head, you slide off the bed. Answering his question with that simple action has him hard in his boxers, the sheer size of him easily noticed through the fabric. His hand traces along your chin before letting you go, pulling down his boxers as his cock pops out. You immediately purse your lips as he goes to shimmy his boxers off the rest of the way, a soft thump as they landed on the hardwood floor. Looking up at Bokuto, waiting for his permission, you sat on your knees. When his hand came to rest on the back of your head, his beaming smile directed your way, you knew what came next.

Lying was never your forte, even when it came to yourself. The way you felt sick to your stomach never left you, but you couldn’t deny the arousal building in your core as you licked up Bokuto’s cock, hearing him groan in pleasure above you. A quick glance showed his head was thrown back as he kept one hand on your head, the other fisting the sheets beneath him. Looking away, you kissed the tip as he hissed, sucking on the tip before taking it all in your mouth. Well, what would fit. Your hands had to take care of the rest, rubbing and massaging the skin as your lips wrapped around what they could, tongue licking up the sides. Bobbing your head, you tried to ignore the obscene noises from your mouth, wet and sloppy as you moaned, adding to his own pleasure.

You knew that he was close when both hands came to your head, pushing you down even more until you’re pushed past the limit. Gagging around him, you feel the drool pool around your lips, dripping down his balls as you moves your had to his own pace. When he stops, shoving you down quite far, you screw your eyes shut when salty fluid erupts in your mouth, coating every surface. Attempting to swallow it, you let some beads of cum dribble out of the corner of your lips.

“Do you feel better?” You ask, the sick feeling in your stomach not going away. After a few pants, Bokuto’s hands still haven’t left your head. “Bokuto, are you-” you begin, but look up to see him just staring at you. Words get stuck in your throat as you try to decipher what he’s trying to say.

“I need more, please. I’m still a bit stressed,” he finally gets out, your face completely dropping as he says so. You’ve told them the boundary before and nobody has asked for more, you’ve always thought you wouldn’t have to worry with them.

“Bokuto, I’m not comfortable with that. Please understand. If there’s nothing else-”

“Please! Just a taste! I won’t even enter you I just— I want to feel like you like me, even for a bit,”

“Bokuto, please let me go,” you feel like crying, seeing as Bokuto has a tight grip on your wrist. You’d be unable to rip from his grasp no matter what, you’re completely at his mercy. He doesn’t respond to you, but he doesn’t let you go. You just stare at him, hoping he’ll choose to let you go. A fleeting thought, that is, which is destroyed when you’re forcefully pulled onto the bed. Easily maneuvered under him, Bokuto holds you still as you thrash and try to get him off of you. When you open your mouth to scream, he’s quicker to cover your mouth, shushing you and muffling any words.

“Just a taste, please, I won’t go any further. I just want—” what does he want? He knows what he wants, but he doesn’t want to scare you any more than he already has. If you so much as scream for help, someone is bound to come check on you. He’s aware you’re not treated like you should be, which he can’t say he’s tried to do, but he’s sure you’d warrant attention and help should your mouth scream for it. “It’s not like anybody would come for you. I’m just gonna treat you good and let you go. Just sit back and take it, alright?” He feels bad, especially when your eyes get all glossy, but he’s hit a nerve and you acquiesce, limbs falling limp as you continue to look at him.

He’s gentle, he knows he has to be. Unlike some of the other guys, he actually wanted to treat you right when he had time with you. Gently prying off your pants, he finds his cock twitching when he notices the baby blue panties covering your more sensitive area. He sharply inhales when he notices the wet patch where you pretty cunt is hidden, meaning you enjoyed giving him a blowjob. You look completely disheveled and innocent under him, a look he’s only been able to fantasize about. Once the pants are off, he’s using one finger to hook in the bottom of your panties, pulling the damp fabric away from your skin as you shiver, arms covering your chest as you try to decide where to have your eyes. They flicker to and fro, landing on his face before they leave again, going towards the door and then to the wall. You’re so cute, he can hardly hold himself back.

Getting the panties off of you, he momentarily holds his breath as you’re completely bare before him. Well, the sensitive area of you is bare before him. He could give you one of the best orgasms of your life with his fingers, his tongue, or his cock with it in front of him. He does end up prying your legs apart a bit, seeing as your immediate reaction is to close them. He keeps eye contact with you as he lowers his head, until you’re covering your face and biting on your lip, probably to keep yourself quiet. A part of him regrets telling you to be quiet, especially when he hears the cutest squeak from you when he presses a soft kiss to your folds.

Seeing as you always give his cock a kiss before going down on him, he only felt it was right. When he does a slow lick against you, he finds your body jerking under him. So sensitive, so sweet, he can’t hold himself back from diving into your cunt, wrapping his lips around your little bud and sucking on it. His tongue flicks against the wet skin, gathering bits of your essence on it as he dives it into your little hole. Diving his whole face between your legs, he moves his mouth up and down as he continues to assault your dripping pussy, lapping every bit of it he can as he brings your towards an orgasm.

When he feels your hands thread through his hair, tightening as your mewls are more noticeable, he speeds up the speed of his tongue and lets it flick against your clit while his grip on your thighs tighten. When your back arches and you grip him even more, pulling him closer to you, he gives your cunt one more hard suck before you let out a strangled moan, your own cum filling up his mouth as he eagerly sucks and laps it all up. Even if it was the only liquid he could have for the rest of his life, he’d never complain with how good it tastes to him. It’s not as sweet as sugar, but it’s sweet enough for him to lick any inch of skin he could, hoping to get it all up.

“Are you— Are you satisfied, Bokuto?” You heave out, chest moving with each deep breath you take. Your eyes are completely glossed over and your entire body is hot, flushed from the recent orgasm. Bokuto doesn’t say anything, just licking his lips as he massages your thighs. He continues to look at your pussy, seemingly thinking. “I have to go, now, Bokuto,”

“You’re not in love with Tsum-Tsum, right? You’d much prefer me, right?” He suddenly asks. You’re stunned for a second, but decide to just tell him the truth.

“I’d prefer lots of people over Atsumu. He’s a pervert who I’m not a fan of. I’m not in love with anyone, not even you, Bokuto-san,” you add the honorific, going to show how serious you are. However, it seems he’s taken it differently.

“Does that mean you don’t want anything to do with me? Being so formal, right now? You’re attracted to me, it’s not hard to fall in love, is it?” He starts saying, his body completely locking you in against him and the bed. His hands push up your shirt, finding a bra underneath that seems to annoy him. He pushes it up though, large hands covering your breasts as your own hands grip his arms, acting as though they could push him off. They don’t even distract him, his fingers rolling your nipples between them before he’s letting them go. “I just need a bit more,”

“Bokuto, no, you promised—!” You say, only to get three thick fingers in your mouth. They effectively muffle any protests you have, rubbing against your tongue, while his other hand moves your legs over his, his cock brushing against the inside of your thigh. With the small brush, you start thrashing against, hoping he’ll loosen up so you can get away, but instead he just lowers his body on top of yours, his weight keeping you pinned down enough while he lines himself up with your entrance. “Bokuto, please,” you plea, although you can barely understand your own words with him muffling it.

“I’ve wanted this for so long. I promise I’ll be gentle,” he swears, pushing into you. Automatically you arch your back, legs tightening around him as he pushes in. He also replaces his fingers with his tongue, swallowing any screams or moans you release as he pushes into you. His arms cage you in as he kisses you, hips moving into you slowly. He break the kiss, muttering a “so fucking tight,” before groaning in your ear. “You’re so wet but you’re so tight, fuck,” he curses, giving a few thrusts as he tries to push in even farther.

“It- It hurt, Bokuto, please—”

“It’ll pass, shh,” he hushes, pressing kisses to your lips once more, then trailing his lips down your jaw. “It’ll pass, just bear with it,” he whispers, continuing to press kisses to your skin. “Relax, baby, calm down,” he continues speaking, even as he rocks his cock into your walls. When he seems content with how far he is inside of you, he looks down to see where the two of your are connected and lets out a low moan, rocking his hips a bit. You give him a pleased moan, low and quiet, head turning away from him, making him smile as he pats your thigh.

When you feel him leaning back down, one of your legs bent in the crook of his elbow as he buries his face in your neck, you also feel the breath knocked out of your lungs when he gives a harsh thrust. A gasp escapes you, hands coming to his back as your nails dig into the muscles. When you end up arching your back as he fucks into you, your nails scratch down as he lets out a groan, his teeth pricking your skin as you do. Sloppy, wet noises come from where the two of you are connected, filling the room along with your short moans and his low ones, mixed with groans as his thrusts get harder and faster. Each thrust buries himself even deeper inside of you, wet balls slapping against your ass as you screw your eyes shut once more, feeling a building orgasm coming on.

Before you can let the orgasm go, he stops and you whine, nails trailing up his back until they’re at his neck, him moving his torso up until he’s looking down at you, getting a good look at your face. When his thrusts start up again, he’s smiling down at you, eyes full of fondness and love, making you feel sick as you look down, watching as his cock disappears inside of you with each pump. It’s covered in your juices, translucent strands connecting the two of your together with each time he pulls away from you, making the sloppy noises whenever he pushes back in. Your orgasm washes over you as you watch him fuck into you, his thrusts slowing as your eyes shut, back arching as your body stretches out, toes curling from the force of the orgasm. He picks it up once you’re done, but he’s then moving and adjusting position once more.

With your legs pushed up to your shoulders, your nails are scratching at his neck as strangled moans leave your throat, even though you bite your lip to hold them back. Bokuto fucks into you relentlessly, his orgasm coming closer and closer with each pulse of your pussy wrapped around him. With the change in position, he’s rubbing you in all the right ways that has you seeing stars, eyes rolling in the back of your head when his thumb comes to rub your clit. Aiding in bringing you to a third orgasm, your cunt gushes around him, clear fluid splashing against his abdomen as he lets out a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt in you as you silently scream, his lips covering yours. His hot cum fills your insides, painting them white as he sucks on your tongue, lazily thrusting into you while he gets the rest of your watery orgasm out of you and finishes his own, cock finally going soft as he pulls out of you. The weight of what you’ve done, what he’s done, hits you and you begin tearing up, salty tears beading down your cheeks. Bokuto feels them and licks them up, shushing you as he whispers sweet nothing and gentle words.

With you silently crying on his bed, he decides to take a towel from his bathroom, wetting it and wiping away any of his seed that oozes out of you. Even though he pushes some back into you, a part of him wanting to sink his cock back in, he holds himself back. He knows he’s gone too far, you’ll need time to really process everything, so he just wipes you down and helps you put on your clothes. Even though he really wants to keep your panties for his next fantasy, he slides them up your legs while pressing kisses to the sweaty skin. You don’t say anything, just wiping away tears and snot with your shirt. Once your pants are on, he puts on a pair of sweats laying nearby and picks you up, situating yourself in his arms so he can open the door.

He takes you back to your room, the door already unlocked. With nobody in there, he shuts the door and locks it, setting you down on the bed. You turn away from him, hoping to just sleep but he doesn’t want to leave you quite yet. “Thank you, manager. I love you,” he whispers, giving you a kiss on your head before getting up and leaving. The shutting of the door spurs you into moving, although your movement is slow. Your hips ache, your legs and back are sore, your whole body feels numb, but you manage to get to the door, locking it before sliding down the wooden surface. Curling into a ball, you just stay there and cry.

#BB.Kinky #BB.Dark #haikyuu smut #Mr. Kōtarō #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #Birdie’s Bokuto Week 2021 #Bokuto Week #Bokuto smut #tw.manipulation #tw.gaslighting #tw.toxic

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saintobio · 2 years

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hi saint! just a question but for your works like UFC, wastelands and even SN, have you ever changed the plot or altered some scenes to make it lighter or easier for readers to read?

ufc — i was going to go for an iwa gaslighter route, but then i realized it’s too much and it’s gonna take me 10 more chapters to write his redemption 💀 also my original plan was that he was going to jail, but then i changed it for the sake of a happy ending lol

wastelands — nothing was changed. i’m pretty satisfied by the initial outline <3

sn — in the original sn plot (back when it was an oikawa fic supposedly), yn miscarries then unalives, then gojo’s car crash ends up w him dying too. i think it was too excessive so nah, i had to revise that whole thing.

#saint ♱ asks #series: sincerely not #series: wastelands #series: underground fight club #tw.miscarriage #tw.suicide #tw.death #tw.gaslighting

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readerinsertz · 2 years

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Hello. I was thinking about a more in-depth look into the kinks of 2P America from Hetalia. I should have put the series in brackets. Sorry for the confusion! (Anon)

Clearing out my askbox

Link to Hetalia 2P!US kinks

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This is probably me venting, but I don't know.

I was reading one of your fics, and I was thinking bout sumthin.

You're lucky Kaminari is above hurting you. He's not like Bakugou, who's first response is domestic violence to any given situation. He's not even like Kirishima, who manhandles his darling into submission. He's more loving than both of those meatheads combine and will remind you everyday about that.

Those violent electric jolts are nothing compared to Bakugou's malicious beatings. The damp isolation dungeon is LIGHTYEARS ahead of Kirishima's incessant smothering. His sedative drugging is only to get you to love him more and be nice to him. That's all he ever wanted. A NICE darling. You're lucky he's so fucking gentle with you. If you BELONGED TO ANYBODY ELSE, THEY PROBABLY WOULD'VE KILLED YOU BY NOW. WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE THOSE DARLINGS?

Oh great, now you're crying. Yes, cry because he treats you like royalty. You earned the right.

Gaslighting? Him? How dare you accuse him of doing something that Sero does on a fucking daily. Maybe you should recollect yourself in your "happy place!" After you're done with your little temper tantrum, maybe you can come out for cuddles and takeout!

Should he have Jirou come over to paint your nails? The last time he tried, the living room looked like a multicolored color bloodbath. Ooh, maybe he'll give you a spa day. You didn't earn it like a good little darling, but you're Kaminari's. All his little nutcase needed was some selfcare and good food. He'll have Sato bake him some of your favorite goodies. Maybe some ice cream...

You're so lucky you're his darling!

So...very lucky.

Lucky that he’s a kind, loving boyfriend.

Lucky that you have a safe word.

Lucky that Kaminari even puts up with you.

Would anyone else ever love you? With how difficult and bratty and bitchy you could get? Bakugou would slap you until you bleed for mouthing off to him, but Kaminari just shakes his head, reminds you that whatever you’re saying, whatever you’re mindlessly shouting is a lie.

He’s not manipulative. He’s not mean. He isn’t trying to ruin your life, nor control you.

Denki just wants what’s best for you, and he wants you to be happy with him.

Kirishima wouldn’t even think twice as he bullies his way into sex with you, using his body to make you submit and keep you underneath him. Kaminari is gentle, and sweet, and sex with him is just like it would be with a significant other. He even offers you a safe word! Just say “Red” and he’d stop, but know that if you that word falls from your lips, you’re a bad girlfriend. You can’t handle the simplest of things. Weak. Selfish. Crybaby but in the worst possible way.

Sero’s a down-and-out perv, aren’t you glad that Kaminari doesn’t act like a complete sleaze bag in public? Grabbing your tits, grabbing your ass, making you wear loud toys underneath your clothes that make you writhe and squirm and have cum run down your legs? Denki knows you want to keep your sex life with him private. He’s a good boyfriend like that.

Jirou understands. She’s one of his best friends, knows what it means to have you in his arms. If Denki was a bad boyfriend, he wouldn’t let you have any friends, but look, Jirou comes over twice a week! She doesn’t say much, usually just frowns at Denki and looks at you with pity, but it might just be because she’s jealous.

If Denki was a less honorable man, he’d leave you in the dark and fuck her on the side, but he doesn't. He won’t. He’s too good for you, too good to you to do that.

Aren’t you lucky?

#denki #denki kaminari #kaminari #dark denki #Yandere denki #dark denki kaminari #dark kaminari #Yandere denki kaminari #Yandere kaminari #Yandere bnha #tw.manipulation #tw.gaslighting #bad boyfie

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degenrcy · 3 years

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traitor (chapter 2)

tenko, what a nice name. did you like the pictures i sent?

warnings: same tags as last time! sending nudes, (bad) dirty talk, gaslighting, unhealthy/toxic relationships, mentions of stalking, it starts getting dark here, (plz lmk if anything needs to be added in either tags!)

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“are you sure tenko?”

“yes i’m sure. come on, don’t leave me like this.”

your face burned at what tenko was talking about. you had been on the phone for a few hours, and he had... gotten excited. you stared at the attachment in your messages, tenko sitting in his chair, pants pulled down to mid-thigh. you've never seen it in real life, a guy's boner tenting his boxers. he was hard because of you, and you were solely responsible for satisfying him.

it was another foreign feeling weighing in your stomach- but it must be a good one. he made you feel good all the time, complimenting the pictures you took in the school bathroom, telling only you his name, defending you when the other server members would start teasing you.

"w-what do you want me to say?" but you had never done something like this.

"you don't have to say anything," tenko was breathing heavily, blowing against the mic occasionally. the faint slicking noise made you nervous, even though you usually feel so safe and relaxed around him. "i really want to be to touch you, i wanna feel your t-tits through your little school shirt, lift up your skirt and... fuck, what do you have on?"

"ah," you pulled up the waistband of your sweatpants, you knew what he meant by that. "blue, y-your favorite color, right? they're soft and-"

"i want to pound your tight little pussy so fucking hard."

your lips pressed into a thin line, heart catching in your throat and voice falling silent, only the male's heavy breathing and fast fapping noises being heard. every swallow of spit to try and moisten your dry mouth made you think of kissing tenko, made you think how his friends make fun of him for being inexperienced and how they said that you would 'help out' with that problem that one time as a 'joke'. you didn't like being the butt of the joke, and this wasn't a good feeling anymore. it made you feel dirty, like tenko was trying to use you for one thing only.

y/n: tenko sometimes i feel like u just want something out of me... ten: what?? wtf are u talking about : dont get mad please. its just when u talk to me like that at night time it makes me feel like u want something from me like to do stuff to me idk im just being stupid and anxious about this whole thing if its a thing we have... tenko? im sorry i didnt mean to make you mad or anything ten: its fine im not mad if my girl doesnt want to do something i wont do it

you and tenko talked for every possible waking hour you could, from when you wake up to when your eyes finally shut and 3 am to open back up bright and early at 7 am. 4 hours of sleep isn't bad, you still manage to wake up for school, your friends don't need to be so worried all the time. mina was starting to piss you off, tracking how long you spend on your computer, saying that even if you turn your activity off she can always tell. iida constantly was telling you to be weary of people online, his speeches straight out of a cliche school assembly to scare you about the internet and 50 year old predators. tenko wasn't a fucking predator, he's your boyfriend!

nearby classmates turned their heads to slowly look at you, judging eyes beating you down worse than any punch or kick to your body. bakugo eyed you wildly, lip curling up his face until his gums showed.

"are you some kinda fuckin' idiot or something? do you know what this dude looks like, met him? i hope to god you didn't meet up with him-"

"what the fuck is it to you, bakugo?" the words were spilling out quicker than you intended, saying hurtful things you didn't really mean. the girls looked at each other- at you- worriedly. aizawa told you to leave class, not that you wanted to sit and be interrogated by a class of people who thought they knew everything about you. they were so worried about their own ideals, they didn't know how the real world worked, and the reality of the situation was that just because you met tenko online didn't make the feelings you shared any less real!

if he wanted to do something bad to you, he surely would've done it already.

if tenko wanted the relationship to be private because he 'didn't want the others making stupid jokes and not taking us seriously', you'd comply. if tenko wanted you to send cute pictures- which were always followed with a 'how about a picture of what's underneath?'- you'd comply, giggling cutely at his misspellings in his rushed compliments. he’d go silent for a few minutes, followed with a gross picture of what was under his pants. if tenko claimed to see you at your favorite fast food place-

"i never told you my favorite fast food place." your fingers stopped moving against the keyboard, anxiously running your nail against the grooves of the wheel of the mouse. it was the same model tenko had, but pink. he bought it for you, of course you would use it.

"what? yes you did, how else would i have known where it is?" tenko laughed, very awkwardly. he didn't laugh much, and definitely not like that.

"but i seriously don't remember telling you-"

"yes you fucking did. what are you trying to say?" he snapped at you, speaking through his teeth all through voice chat, all in front of the others.

"she's trying to say you're a fuckin' stalker." roki- who wanted you to call him nii-chan all the time for some reason- spoke through chews of whatever he was eating. there were other people playing with you, and tenko just embarrassed you in front of them. who were you to hold your tongue after being yelled at by some dude, boyfriend or not? it was time to give tenko a piece of your mind, you were frankly tired of him acting so childish all the time.

y/n: can you please stop being so mean to me all the time :( ten: idk u accused me of something really fucked up earlier. im trying to be cool around everyone else, but u keep making it obvious

you blinked a few times to make sure you were truly seeing what you were seeing. you didn't even accuse him of anything, it was his stupid fucking friend. but if you went and called roki nii-chan in front of him, it would be wrong, right? maybe that's exactly what you'd start doing, just to piss him off a little and give him a taste of his own medicine.

ten: stop fucking calling roki nii chan ur playing right into his game : guess u saying ur uncomfortable around him was a lie, u probably like him too lol : when ur done acting like a bitch u can talk to me

you shut off your phone for the night. the only night you finally had a chance to get some real sleep, yet you still were up late. you knew tenko was still up too, he always was. the incriminating 'playing Leage of Legends for 6 hours' tab on his profile mocked you. maybe if you just apologized, calmed him down, everything would go back to normal.

this time, roki said he saw you outside somewhere. before you could even try to pester him with questions if he was sure, he listed off the things you were wearing, how your hair was up, how you looked so different in civilian clothes, you were cuter in person.

you asked if tenko was with him.

he told you to call him brother again, maybe then he would tell you if tenko was with him.

he wasn't.

you didn't know what to think anymore. maybe your friends were right all along, maybe your relationship wasn't real. or maybe they were just stuck-up wannabe heroes with a savior complex. if they really cared, if they really gave a fuck, they would help right? tenko was always full of advice and intelligent takes on things, he sent you articles from unofficial websites along with obscure youtube videos with 42 views that were always criticizing hero society, calling out the faults of the top heroes or the discrimination against people with mutated and dangerous quirks or who look 'non-human'. it was enlightening, it was more than you would ever possibly learn at school.

he was better than everyone else, your heart hurt when you weren’t with him, you wanted to be able to talk to him again. a few paragraphs apologizing for how you behaved, how you missed him, followed with a ‘please talk to me again. i don’t know what i’d do without you, i have no one else.’ you waited nearly a day for a response, pillow sheets damp and a seemingly permanent dip in your bed from how long you laid in it that day.

when he finally read it, he called you, only saying one thing.

"do you want to come see me?"

"of course, tenko."

#tw.gaslighting #tw.toxic relationship #tw.grooming #tw.underage #tw.stalking #shigaraki tomura/reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #hmm #tw.dubcon #?

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omi-replies · 3 years

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*starts typing extremely violently*

#tw: toxic relationship #tw.gaslighting #tw.toxic #writing prompt #yandere behavior prob #ideas #reader might suffer jojojo #fanfic prompt

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p-antomime · 2 years

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Ciara's prayer.

ㅤ— minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 2,7K.

ㅤcontent + warnings: 18+, including: mean dom!satoru, religious themes (but not in the ns.fw part), manipulation, cheating, fingering, hints of emotional dependency, gaslighting, toxic relationship, car sex, use of the words 'bimbo' & 'slut'.

ㅤpairings: toxic bf!satoru gojō x (toxic) gf!f!reader.

☆. this is for 𝐅*𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 COLLAB!; collab by the wonderful @gabzlovesu ! ♡

You were not religious. But you felt that you needed some divine help at that moment.

Jesus, God, whatever. It didn't even have to be Christian.

Some god that wasn't him. Who wasn't stingy like him, overbearing like him, arrogant like him, possessive like him, who didn't have bad habits like him, who didn't act like an angel in front of other people and be a devil within four walls.

He would say: "There is purpose in your pain" and claim that he would restore your faith in love, you would respond in thought that maybe, just maybe, if you forgave him again, there would be great plans for the two of you together.

After all, gee, you both were such a cute couple.

Your friends were saying that Satoru Gojo might be the man you were going to marry and you really wanted to believe that, even though last week you two broke up and apparently he spared no effort both to keep you from seeing other guys and to tell everyone that you two were still a couple.

You were not religious. But you felt that you needed some divine help at that moment.

Because Satoru had texted you less than five minutes ago that his car was parked at some corners away of that church that your friend dragged you to with the excuse that you needed to get out of the house a little more – and, in reality, you had only agreed to go because she had told you that she would buy your favorite ice cream after she finished everything.

When you both got there, you didn't expect much and even glared at the two old gossips who were watching you and your friend coming up the steps to the entrance. But as soon as your eyes saw the other girl kneeling in front of the white steps of the altar and praying fervently, you found yourself asking, almost begging, for God, any entity, any being of light or darkness, to hear your cry and your heart and to take Satoru Gojo away from you.

But take away?

How can you dream of asking God to take away from you the man who supported you, reassured you, guided you, leaded you and, above all, loved you? This is what Satoru used to say to his friends when they asked why you had broken up with him.

— Y/N? — You were awakened from those intrusive thoughts when you heard finger snaps from the side of your ear.

— Hm? — Your mouth answered automatically, and seconds later you gave a slight wink to wake up. — Sorry, what were you talking about? I got...

— Distracted. — She giggled lightly. — You seemed very distracted and I thought you were praying, I didn't mean to interrupt, but... — Her eyes looked at something just over the edge of your shoulders and her head jerked back.

And there he was, looking straight at you with the same round sunglasses he always wore.

— I thought you two were... y’know. — You crossed arms, looking Satoru up and down as he continued to lean against one of the church's pillars.

— I don't even know this guy. — Your voice came out in a harsh tone. — And if he tries to lay a hand on me, I'll break his teeth.

Saying this, you and your friend walked down the main corridor of the church until you reached the entrance before the pillar against which Satoru was leaning. When you passed it, you already expected that his first action would be to grab your wrist to make you stop walking.

— No 'hello' to your boyfriend? — You stopped your friend from almost sticking a finger in his face.

— Pardon? — You forced a confused look on your face. — Boyfriend? I haven't had one for a few weeks now, sir, also: do I know you? — You tried to pull your wrist away from his grip and Satoru applied more pressure, not force.

— If you're gonna lie, at least take off the promise ring I gave you, lassie.

You swallowed dryly as your eyes fell on the promise ring you didn't even take off when he left your house fuming with hatred on that day about to rain on which the words: "It's all over".

Deep down, there was still hope that the two of you would come back together and the pieces would be put in place.

— We have things to work out, don't we? — This time you genuinely frowned in confusion.

Seconds later, Satoru was leaning toward you to whisper to you to excuse your friend if you didn't want him to drag you by the arm to his car. And that's exactly what you did without having the courage to look her in the eye because almost two days ago you had promised never again to do anything Gojo told you to do.

And your man's obsession with control became even more explicit as his hand continued to grip your wrist without letting go until he saw you getting into his car in the passenger seat.

Soon after, Satoru was occupying the driver's seat and reclining it so that his body was leaning backwards. You knew what this meant, it was the same modus operandi as the last time the two of you unwittingly – or maybe not – ended up making out in that same car after you had spent almost two months away from each other because he had seen pictures of another guy's cock in your gallery.

He just didn't know that those pictures were of Suguru, and maybe this way was better.

— The fuck d’you want with me now?! — You saw his hand slide more slowly than it should have, down his thighs to take the cell phone stored in his pants pocket. — And how did you find me?

Your voice died as soon as his free hand came down on your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. The same way he did every time he took you somewhere in that same car.

Suddenly it became difficult to swallow saliva. Especially when you realized that he was still wearing his promise ring while he was messing with something on the cell phone.

— There's something I wanted to show you. — His voice spoke calmly, his pupils dilating and your breath getting caught in the throat.

It had been long seconds waiting for him to turn that smartphone toward you; who knew that Satoru had already found what he wanted and was just stretching out the time for your anxiety to build slowly.

When your hand reached over the handle of the car door beside you to open it, he turned the cell phone toward you.

You stood static, running eyes over the screen, trying to reason out the next lie. His grip on your thigh grew firmer, as if daring you to say something about that picture of your face over Toji's in a heated kiss that made you swallow hard just remembering how good it was.

Ironically, that had happened when you were still with Satoru.

— D’you know him, my darling? — Gojo's long fingers pinched the cell phone screen to zoom in on where your faces connected in the kiss. — ‘S the zoom good enough for you to see? — His blue eyes were always on your face, analyzing every mini expression in your muscles.

— Honestly, Satoru... — You started to speak. — I don't even remember this man. Who’s him? — You leaned over, pretending to need a better look. — Suguru? — A cynical chuckle escaped his lips.

— You go from bimbo to slut very quickly, Y/N. — Satoru dropped the cell phone on the dashboard with a deafening thud and then went to grab your chin to keep you from looking away.

— I can't say that you go from womanizer to manwhore too quickly because you've always been both. — You replied and he stared at you for a long second before watching you slowly unscrew the ring from your finger and throw it over his chest, which he moved quickly to catch before it slid to the car floor. — Over, Satoru, it's over. — Your hand tightened on the car's door handle without actually forcing it open. — And stop fucking coming after me, I'm gonna pretend that...

Before you could finish speaking, Gojo was already locking the car doors to keep you from leaving.

You looked at him angrily, placing one hand on the wrist of his hand that was on your thigh to try to apply force to get him to let you go.

— You should at least apologize to me! — A cynical laugh escaped your lips as you heard Satoru have the audacity to say that.

However, you didn't feel like answering at all.

Maybe if you ignored Gojo's clueless behavior he would let you go home in peace.

But what followed next was him taking the hand away from your thigh and patting it twice on his lap.

Your heart gradually began to beat faster, nervousness running rampant as you remembered how long it had been since you had laid on his body.

"God, please gimme strength now, I...", you began to think, swallowing hard and looking out the window.

— C'mon, lassie, I know you want this. — Satoru disengaged himself from the partially reclined seat to lean toward you and your body went in the opposite direction, eventually slamming against the window and door. — It hasn't even been a month since you tried to kick my ass and I bet your body still remembers me, doesn't it? It's not something you can just forget about, right? — A chuckle escaped his lips with his face above yours and both breaths slowly mingling, one hand resting on his chest with minimal force to push him away.

Damn it, why can't you keep away Satoru Gojo? And even worse: why does his mouth seem to fit so well on yours while his slender fingers tangle in your hair to deepen the kiss and keep you from pulling away?

It was a calculated ploy on his part, to kiss you and distract you enough with physical touch that when you least expect it, he will dredge you into his lap and have you surrendering again to re-engaging with him.

Satoru Gojo does not swear, raise his voice or his hand to be violent. No, he gets into your brain, injects you with empty words and has you on his lap in his car letting his hands hold you around the waist and force your body against his growing boner.

— Stop, Satoru. — You gasped against his lips as five of his fingers ghosted over the waistband of your pants. — Don't fucking try me again, we're not doing this! — His lips on your neck grunted against the skin.

— Just one last time. — Your fingers tangled in his hair, trying to pull his face away from you; if you let him continue, you knew you couldn't get away again, not when he knows your body so well and how to destroy it so well. — One last time, angel, I promise.

His promises were empty, you knew that.

But, your pussy didn't want to feel empty at that moment and it was a matter of seconds before Gojo unbuttoned the buttons of your pants, slid two fingers into the confines of your panties and began running them through your folds.

— See? — Satoru held you around the waist with his other arm as he put those two digits inside your tight pussy and, by the wet sound, made you realize how ready to receive anything from him you were. — We could spend days, weeks, months, years apart... — His mouth left kisses interspersed with each word on your neck until it reached your ear. — And you'll still come back to me, y’know that only I can love you right, don't you? Any other guy in your mediocre life doesn't know what you really want, but, oh, darling... — A giggle reached your ears as soon as his fingers curved inside your pussy and made you have to bite your lip to stifle a moan. — I do.

You honestly were concentrating more on enjoying the feeling of his fingers fucking you the way you didn't let Toji do because you were afraid of accidentally moaning Satoru's name in the middle of the situation. Your mind was trying not to let his words infect you again.

Your hips forced themselves against his fingers, you starting to fuck yourself using them in your pussy while hiding the face in Gojo's neck and trying not to make any sound so as not to stroke that obnoxious man's ego. But every time his long digits hit that sweet spot in you, your throat couldn't control itself and let a low whimper escape.

The speed inside you increased, the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening more and more, your breathing becoming completely unregulated to the point that it was almost difficult to breathe in and out, especially with the car windows closed.

— Y’know I love you, don't you? — Satoru asked in a low voice as his fingers came out of your completely wet pussy and went to rub your clit.

And, although you were denying it with the head, your voice answered:

— Yes, y-yes, I know. — You felt his mouth leave a wet kiss on your jaw.

— And d’you love me?

— I hate... fucking hate you. — You spoke trying to control the breathing as you felt him rub your clit harder.

And before your body was really ready to handle an orgasm, it came without warning. Satoru's fingers were too good, too skilled. You hated yourself having to mentally admit this as your thighs trembled and head fell back as the moans finally escaped in unrestrained fashion.

— Oh, honey, who taught you that ugly word? 'Hate', hm? — Gojo let out a chuckle before grabbing your hand that should have been wearing the promise ring taking advantage of the long seconds of distraction from orgasm and pushed that shiny jewel back onto the finger it should never have left.

Your torso dropped wearily onto the man's chest below you, his fingers coming out of your panties and leaving behind the trail of his juices soaking your panties and his other hand slowly massaging your thigh.

— From now on, we're together again, not that we were apart, it was just... a DTR, right, sweetie? — His lips caught yours before you could respond with a negative answer. — Y’know we'll always get back together, that's the way it should be. — A cynical smile appeared on his lips and you looked away from him to the window beside the driver's seat.

You, summoning the physical strength your body hadn't yet regained, pulled away and literally slumped down on the driver's seat, trying to pull yourself up onto the seat even though your panties were uncomfortably tucked between your legs.

Satoru's blue eyes followed you at all times. His sense of control over you tingling back into his soul.

— Can you... — Your voice came out as a whisper as your attention fell on the ring that had returned to your finger; this time it seemed to burn the skin there and this, ironically, made your heart beat a little faster. — Take me home? It's been a while since you've been there...

Satoru immediately straightened his seat and put the key in the car's ignition before resting, again, a hand on your thigh as a silent mantra of: "Oh, I’d do anything for you".

Before he actually started driving, his attention fell on your face, analyzing what little was left of the innocent girl you were at the beginning of the relationship.

Satoru Gojo broke you so well and intense, in such a morbidly beautiful way in his eyes.

— I love you, darling, you know that, don't you? — You whispered a "Mhm" and a sideways smile appeared on his lips. — So the next time you try to break up with me, try to ruin my life, try to abandon me, just remember today, ‘kay? Remember that the only guy who will always be with you is me. Your Satoru Gojo. — Your shoulders tensed as he leaned down to place a wet kiss on your cheek before his voice whispered against your ear. — Don't try to ruin my life, Y/N, and I won't have to ruin you.

Perhaps your Ciara's Prayer did not reach God's ears this time.

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