#tw.blackmail
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𝕀𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕐𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨
ʚ pairing ɞ stepbrother!denki kaminari x reader
NSFW, dark content, aged up characters (21+)
ʚ word count ɞ 4.7k
ʚ summary ɞ having a step brother isn’t easy, especially if he is as fun and good looking as yours. you always got along just fine, but some very depraved and dark corner of your mind always forced you to look at him different, to imagine things that were taboo—to touch yourself while thinking of him. so when you had to crash at his place for a couple of days while your apartment was being fumigated, things escalated rather fast. i mean, it’s fine if it doesn’t go in, right?
ʚ tags ɞ mention of death (reader’s mother), tw stepcest, tw dubcon, masturbation, tw voyeurism, oral (f!receiving), tw spit, pussyjob, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breeding, recording, blackmail
Most people say that having a parent remarry and having step-siblings is awful. You, however, don't see it that way.
Despite the devastation of losing your mother at a young age, you were grateful to your father for stepping up and taking care of you with everything he had after your mother's passing. You were 4 at the time, and things didn’t quite make sense until you got older—but with time, the more you matured, the more you came to terms with the situation. The older you got, the better you understood how much of a super dad you actually had—on the one hand, he always prioritized you, gave you everything he could and made sure that you didn’t miss out on anything, partially spoiling his little girl. On the other hand, he also chose to be very honest with you and talk to you about difficult topics instead of shying away from them. Therefore, you were able to understand what happened to your mother and were fully supported while working through the grief.
For all this, you were truly grateful to your dad, though, there came a time where you became aware of all the sacrifices that he had made for your sake as well. Turns out, that he avoided dating anyone else for the longest of times, resulting in you having to actually push him into pursuing romance and give him your slightly aggressive blessing.
"Dad, it's just a date." You roll your eyes at him.
"It feels like I'm betraying your mother, our family."
"Dad," you hold his gaze firmly. "Mom is gone. I'm in high school. And you deserve to be happy! Get out there, have some fun!" You push him forcefully out the front door and fix the collar of his shirt. "Don't be home too late, I’ll leave you some lasagna in the fridge. Now go!"
And when he found someone that made him happy, someone that made his worries go away, you were nothing but supportive. She was gorgeous and smart and had witty remarks that made you laugh, so you accepted her into your life. However, she also had a son, the same age as you—a tall and lanky boy named Denki Kaminari.
The first time you met him it was awkward, you were both 18—just about to graduate from high school, you were shy and quiet and he was just all over the place, bouncing with energy. But you found common ground, talking about games and anime, so you became friends rather quickly, progressively spending more and more time together. You’ve always been an honest person so denying that you thought he was handsome was pointless—fluffy blonde hair and amber eyes that turn gold in the sunlight, he had a very intoxicating smile, and most importantly of all—he made you laugh. But he was your dad’s girlfriend’s son, so he was—in all ways possible—off limits to you. Therefore you were content just admiring him from afar.
Sometimes, you stared a bit too much, making up scenarios in your head before bedtime, turning off all the lights before you push your panties aside, ashamed that it's him you’re thinking about.
And here you were, two years later walking your respective parents down the aisle, grinning at each other and testing out how it feels to refer to each other as brother and sister.
"Okay little sis, shall we hit the open bar, get wasted and embarrass our parents?"
"Totally, big brother," you winked at him and his face turned red at a comically fast pace.
"Okay, how about we drop the sis ‘n bro stuff? Feels weird."
"Does it now, big brother?" you bat your eyelashes at him, a seductive smile plastered on your lips. All Denki can manage is a dramatic groan in response, walking away quickly, hearing you cackle as the distance between you two grew larger.
He might be off limits, even more so now that he was your step brother, but you still enjoyed making him flustered. The perk of it was that it was extremely easy to do so—blow some air on his nape, trace a finger along his jawline and he’s ready to turn into a puddle on the floor.
And you did this within limits. Of course.
Your parents were happy that the both of you got along so well, and even happier when you both got accepted into the same college, living in the same city. Although you studied different courses, rarely seeing each other on campus, you did occasionally go to parties together, Denki making sure to get your drunk ass back home safely every time. He was kind and dependent and always had your back.
Even more so when you had discovered that your suspiciously cheap rental apartment was infested with termites, having to be fully fumigated, and you had to ask your step brother if you could crash at his place for a couple of days.
“Of course!” his voice sounded chipper over the phone. “We’re so totally having a Marvel marathon, I am not taking no for an answer, pack your shit and come over, I’ll have nachos ready in 30 minutes.”
The line went silent as he hung up and you found yourself smiling at his enthusiasm. A voice at the back of your head told you he’d be such a fine boyfriend—if he wasn’t your step brother.
Yet, you allowed yourself a few minutes of imagining what kind of dates he would take you on—arcade dates, bringing you to museums so he can narrate over the audio guide with absolute nonsense and making some lame joke about van Gogh and George Weasly and ‘hole-y’. You shake your head as if to purge the thoughts and you get on with packing your essentials for the next couple of days.
You stare at your underwear drawer and contemplate. Would it be weird if you pick the sexiest lingerie you own... just to stay at your step brother's place for a few days? Totally not.
“Self-care.” You say to yourself as you take out several lacy thongs and bralettes that match, carefully placing them in your suitcase. You just like wearing nice underwear, what’s the big deal? It’s only for you to see anyway.
Right?
Happy with the items you’ve packed, double checking if you’ve got your toothbrush and all your chargers— you take a deep breath and vacate your apartment, heading over to Denki’s.
“We should’ve just gotten an apartment together, it would’ve been so much cheaper and nicer.” Denki whined as he helped you carry your suitcase up the stairs, as his building had no elevator.
“So what I’m hearing is you want to see my pretty face every day, correct?” you smirked, noticing the barely visible butt clench he did upon hearing your words, at which you chuckled. “Honestly, you’d get sick of me in about a week so be glad we don’t live together.”
He grumbles something you can't understand under his breath and you allow him to move on from the topic.
The first night in his apartment goes well—you have dinner together and then proceed with a quiet movie night. Snuggled together under a fuzzy blanket, the light of the TV was illuminating Denki’s face, showing off his best features—playful amber eyes, devilish smile and a sharp jawline. You spent more time looking at said face and judging the softness of his blonde locks, rather than looking at whatever movie he put on for you.
The realization that you haven’t gotten laid for a few months now and that your step brother is awfully handsome makes you feel a certain way, insides knotting up and devious thoughts plaguing your mind.
Mindlessly, you place your hand on his thigh under the blanket and you feel his body immediately tense up under your touch. Kaminari tries to play it off cool, like nothing has happened, keeping his gaze fixed on the screen.
So that’s how you wanna play, hm?
Your hand travels up and down his thigh, caressing it, squeezing it every once in a while and slowly but surely going further up with each stroke. At the same time you maintain a blank façade, pretending to be fully focused on the movie.
Once your hand starts getting dangerously close to his now semi-hard cock, Denki lets out a fake cough and gets up under the pretense of getting ice cream and some new drinks. Your eyes follow his frame as he exits the room almost skittishly and the dangerous thoughts make you lick your lips in excitement.
He’d look very cute broken and torn up over experiencing sexual desire towards his little step sister.
A plan begins forming in your head.
You spend the rest of the evening making Denki’s temperature rise and his ears turn red with embarrassment—a subtle press of your tits against his arm when you cling to it, removing stray hairs from his face with a gentle hand, accidentally tracing his jawline with your finger, keeping his gaze just a tad longer than appropriate.
Meanwhile, Kaminari continues shifting uncomfortably in his seat, trying to find a pose that would allow him to hide how turned on he is, purposefully avoiding looking down your cleavage or observing how your shorts were riding up your thighs, revealing more plush skin that he wanted to sink his teeth into.
You don’t push too far though, you still had a couple of more days staying at his place, plenty of time to make your plan come to fruition. The movie comes to an end and you both decide to call it a night—you kiss his cheek and thank him again for allowing you to stay over, wishing him a good night and heading over to the guest bedroom where you were staying. His own room was right next door and you begin wondering how thin the walls really are.
Removing your clothes and kicking your panties aside, you make yourself comfortable on the bed and slide your hands down your torso, imagining how much bigger Denki’s would be, warmer than your own, eager.
Your mind conjures images of your step brother losing himself under you as you hover over his face, tongue lapping at your core like a starved man, staring up at you with those intoxicating cat-like amber eyes. Cupping your breast, a low moan escapes your lips as your other hand glides between your legs, humming with approval of how wet you are because of your step brother.
You touch yourself, rolling your nipples between your thumb and index finger, drawing circles on your clit and letting your mind relish in all the taboo things you want to do with Denki, paying less and less attention to the needy sounds bouncing off of the walls, yet hoping that they reach Denki’s ears.
And they do—in the other room Denki has his ear pressed to the wall, already fumbling with the zipper of his pants, his face so red and hot because he knows how wrong this is. You’re his little sister, not by blood, but you were family, and God, you were still incredibly gorgeous and just his type.
He had put so much effort over the years into not being a creep, not watching your ass as you walk away or blatantly staring at your tits. He had learned to be subtle, to be unnoticeable, to steal glances and satisfy himself by just imagining your lips around his cock—just that, nothing more.
But now, having you in his apartment, being surrounded by the scent of your perfume mixed with the coconut-scented shampoo you use—he was losing his mind. You’d been so much more touchy than usual this evening and your hand on his thigh made him feel dirty, so here he was now, listening in on you, knowing full well what you were doing and how incredibly wrong this was, invading your privacy and taking advantage of it, but he couldn’t help it.
Lip tucked between his teeth to keep quiet, he spits onto his palm and spreads his saliva over his cock, slowly fucking into his fist, trying to match your pace he was trying to guess from the cute whines he could hear. He imagined you spreading your pussy for him, beckoning him to take advantage of you, calling him ‘big brother’ in that seductive voice of yours that could drive him mad. Hearing you panting louder, breath uneven and needy, he allows himself to go faster, now picturing himself pushing his cock into your tight little hole, imagining his cum leaking out of you and just like that, faster than he’s ever experienced, he came in his hand shooting thick ropes of cum onto his knuckles and pillow, his heart threatening to leave his chest cavity.
The post-nut clarity hits him and Denki is plagued with shame and guilt, quickly removing his pillowcase and bedsheets and tossing them to the side, replacing the old one with new clean ones while mentally berating himself, feeling disgusted with his own actions.
He no longer hears you moaning in the other room, the sweet sound dying down and feels relieved, shoving his face into the freshly changed pillow and trying not to scream at himself. It felt like he had committed a crime, a sin of some sort, his own guilty conscience not allowing him to get much sleep, forcing Kaminari to toss and turn for the most part of the night, shaking his head as if trying to push away the thoughts of your breasts in his mouth out of his mind by force.
The next day, he seems to be the same, shoulders sagged with guilt, barely managing to look you in the eye during breakfast. Both of you had classes, so you drive to campus together and Denki, happy to have a distraction from his lewd thoughts about his own step sister.
You on the other hand keep your focus on your plan the entire day, not paying attention to a single lecture, forgetting to even eat lunch—completely consumed by your desire to have your step brother snap.
You had it all figured out—with your classes finishing earlier than Kaminari’s, you could head home before him and use the spare key he gave you to prepare for his return. You knew your brother was very curious, not a doubt in your mind that he would seek you out when he got in and you hoped that what he found would be enough to make Denki lose control.
And to no surprise, everything goes exactly according to your vision. You shower and put on some of that pretty lingerie you had brought with you, leaving the door to your room slightly cracked open, whilst entertaining yourself until the target audience for your little performance had returned home.
You’re lying on the bed—face down, ass up when you hear the front door open, the sound making you quiver with excitement, heart beating even faster as his footsteps approach, the fingers playing with your clit speeding up, your arousal dribbling down your thighs in fat droplets
The house was suspiciously quiet, leading Denki to believe you hadn’t gotten back yet. He’d kicked his shoes off to the side, tossing his bag onto the couch before heading towards his room with the intention to shed off his outside clothes and switch into something more comfortable. That didn’t end up being the case. Noticing that the door to your room was ajar, he takes a quick glance through the crack, freezing in his tracks as his sunshine eyes fixate on your drooling cunt, clenching around nothing, your arousal soaked fingers toying with your puffy folds. In this position you can’t see him, so Kaminari basks in the sight for a few moments to enjoy this, to memorize it and engrave the image of your cute cunt into his mind—trying hard to ignore the raging boner in his pants.
Kaminari gulps, feeling as if there’s a massive lump in his throat, right hand absentmindedly adjusting his now hard cock.
“Denks,” your needy voice shocks him out of his trance. “Please...”
His brain short circuits.
Time feels frozen, the noise of the outside world fading into nothing and the sound of his heartbeat ringing in his head deafeningly loud.
His name just left your mouth.
You said his name. You begged for him.
Once more, Kaminari hears his name, watching you arch your back even more, spreading your legs further and sinking down onto the bed while begging for him incoherently.
Denki sits there, motionless, watching his little step sister cumming hard, making a mess on the bed sheets while chanting his name.
For many years, his sanity and patience were tested—like a string tightly pulled back. In this single moment as he watched his step sister shake in the aftermath of her orgasm, that string finally snapped.
He opens the door, slowly at first and then in two short strides he’s behind you, pulling you up by the hair, pressing your back to his chest and breathing hard down your neck.
“You’re a fucking tease, you know that little sis?” Inhaling in your scent, the blonde holds you tight against him, tugging on your hair again to force you to look up at the ceiling—knowing he wouldn’t be able to have any self-restraint if he looked into your eyes.
“Moaning my name as you cum? You want your big brother that badly, hm?” His throbbing shaft presses against your ass, still clad in jeans, but you could feel it through the fabric.
You shut your eyes in embarrassment but don’t attempt to escape his grip, the lack of response to his question makes Denki even more impatient.
“Answer.” he growls in your ear.
“Y-Yes,” your voice comes out uneven. “I w-want my stepbrother, please.”
Your eyes stay tightly shut but your body gives your reaction away—shaking with anticipation and excitement, feeling your juices begin to slide between your folds again.
“Didn’t think you were this sick in the head, but who am I to refuse my precious little sister, huh?” You can't see his face but you can hear the sinister smile, feel how thrilled he is by the way his grip on you tightens. Suddenly, Kaminari’s pushing your head back down onto the mattress, crouching down to take a good look at your glistening wet cunt. Your little pleasure nub looks so cute and swollen he can't help himself by giving it an experimental lick, appreciating the way your body tenses. So he does it again and again—paying good attention to your needy bud, kissing and lightly sucking on it, mapping out how you react to each movement.
You drip like sweet honey onto Denki’s tongue, showering him in lustful mewls and needy grinds against his face, tiny fists balling the sheets when he slips his tongue inside your needy hole. He eats you out like a man starving, holding your hips steadily in place. Your big brother loves the way your thighs tremble and your breath is uneven and he is determined to get you to cum on his tongue, he needs it.
And it doesn’t take long for your slick to overflow from your body, the thought alone that your step brother’s chin was shining with your mess was enough to make you melt into a puddle, the taboo aspect of what you were doing pushing you over the edge too quickly.
With a silent cry, you cum hard, pressing yourself against Kaminari’s face, a trickle of drool sliding down your own chin as your eyes roll back from pleasure so intense, your senses become overloaded for a moment that all you see is white.
Before you come back down from your high and your soul returns to its body, Denki has managed to kick aside his jeans and boxers, knees digging into the edge of the mattress and his leaking cock glides between your sticky folds.
For a split second an uneasy feeling captures your heart in an icy grip.
“Don’t worry. It’s okay if it doesn’t go in, right little sis?” the blonde’s voice is thickly coated with smugness, with a sense of toxicity that should be so incredibly off-putting, yet it makes your insides twist with desire.
Two orgasms in, and your head starts to feel fuzzy, the heat emanating from his length rubbing against your slit making you feel like you have one foot off of the edge of insanity. You circle your ass against his dick, desperate and teary-eyed, pleading and chanting his name like it’s a prayer, enjoying the friction of your step brother’s mushroom cockhead against your sensitive clit.
His hands explore the expanse of your body, following the curves and dips of your hips, squeezing the doughy skin on your hips. Denki was greedily taking in every weak sigh you let out and every shudder you respond with, basking in the knowledge that he’s the one making his little sister drip down on his girth, oozing into the sheets and making a mess of them. You feel the heat rising inside you, knots forming in the pit of your stomach, the madness creeping further across your brain with the sound of Denki’s filthy words in your ear. The sound of his dick slipping back and forth on your wet cunt. Everything is so obscene, even the scent of him is working you up more, the knots twisting tighter.
You crave more.
You shouldn’t.
Denki—he’s your step brother there would be so many consequences, so many drawbacks of your current situation.
But consequences be damned, because the vein on the underside of his shaft feels so good against your sensitive clit, so much so that your brain throws all logic and reason out the window.
Denki is nearly as desperate as you are, and he gripes and grunts loudly—so close to release, just from the wetness of your pretty pussy engulfing him. So when you lift your hips up and angle them against the head of his girth, pushing past your entrance with ease—he nearly loses it.
The softness and warmth of your cunt wrapping around his cock makes him feel like his soul is ascending to high heavens, eyes rolling back in his skull and body shaking in ecstasy with every inch of him that you take until he’s fully sheathed in you, balls laying flat against your swollen pleasure nub.
You don’t give him time to prepare, to react even—slamming your hips back against his as quickly as your body can handle, yearning for that the feeling of the tip of his dick reaching deep inside of you and helping the pressure build even faster.
Cock drunk and cross-eyed, absolutely debauched and unashamed, your body forces out another orgasm, causing your muscles to spasm with a string of curses leaving your pretty lips as your soft walls clamp down on the blonde’s dick.
Denki sees stars, the only thought crossing his mind in that moment being that he will never have pussy this good ever again—so snug against him, pulsing violently around his length, selfishly sucking him in deeper. And with that singular thought, your step brother decides to fuck you stupid, make you feel the exact same way he does—like nothing would ever be good enough again.
Snapping out of the trance your perfect pussy has put him in, he props up a leg on the bed, pulling his length out of your heat and marveling at the way your cunt gleams luxuriously with the crude mix of his precum and your erotic juices, clenching and spasming around nothing. You whimper, but before you can clearly state your protest, Kaminari spits on your raw and abused mound, slamming his entire length into you once more, with only a single motion, setting a meteoric pace—spreading your ass cheeks apart so he can fuck into you harder.
Forgetting all his previous misgivings about fucking his little sister, Denki gives into his carnal desire and takes everything he can from you. A thumb now collecting the arousal from between your legs and using it as lubrication to toy with your pert ass, slowly pushing in the digit into you as you become impossibly tighter around him.
“One more time—I need to feel you cum around my cock one more time, sis,” Angling his hips to hit your sweet spot with every thrust, Denki practically makes you scream out his name, the blistering heat of his cockhead kissing your cervix repeatedly, leaving your brain absolutely scrambled.
You don’t even think it’s possible for you to cum again, but the telltale signs of your impending orgasm are there. However, it feels different this time, as if there’s some sort of pressure bubbling up inside you—like a volcano ready to erupt. A string of pleas leave your wet lips, not really knowing what you’re begging for but Denki understands—maintaining the same angle and rhythm, he sneaks a hand around your torso to rub gentle circles over your puffy clit, the action pushing you over the edge.
With a loud cry, you tense up around him so hard that he has to pull out, clear liquid gushing from your aching cunt as you squirt onto the bed and taint Kaminari’s golden skin, body shaking violently with tears streaming down your face until you’re overwhelmed by the feeling. The view of your pussy gushing and squirting is so enticing, but Denki is too greedy to allow you time to calm down, grabbing your hips and propping you up, lining his tip with your sopping entrance again and drilling into you at a ravenous pace.
You’re too sensitive, too sore, even—but he holds you firm against his chest, a hand around your throat, slightly restricting your breathing and keeping you from protesting while the blonde chases down his own release.
“ ‘m not fucking pulling out,” he growls into the shell of your ear, a cruel smile twitching at the corners of his lips. Kaminari’s words make you clamp down greedily on him, body instinctively trying to milk him for all he’s worth.
A couple more ruthless thrusts of his cock deep into your abused little pussy and he’s thrown over the edge, balls tightening and thick cum spilling deep into your womb—there’s so much of it, too much, to the point where it’s leaking out of your hole before he’s even pulled out. Your insides are burning hot with his seed and you can’t even be bothered to remind yourself if you’re on birth control or not, too fucked out to be able to conjure up a coherent thought.
Slowly pulling away, the tall blonde stares at your pink puffy pussy, thick cum oozing out in globs and dripping down your thighs—he collects the sticky substance with two fingers and promptly pushes the digits past your soft lips.
“Nasty little step sister, if I had known you were this slutty and desperate, I wouldn’t have spent countless nights fucking my fist—I would’ve fucked this pretty pussy of yours instead.” He taps the two digits that were in your mouth against your clit and your body jolts.
He moves away from the bed, grabbing something from your desk that you can’t see, still trying to collect yourself. Before you even had the chance to ask what it was, your step brother shows you his phone, the screen showing you a replay of what had just happened minutes before—a video of Denki fucking into you with no sound.
“Y-You recorded that?” the panic sobers you up as you quickly rise from the bed and try to take the phone from him.
But Kaminari’s much faster.
“Of course.” The corners of his lips turn upwards but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His body language shifts as he leans down, eyes raking over your naked, soiled body, a cool and foreboding aura seeping into the room, sneaking up on you. “Leverage, step sis.”
The words feel icy, goosebumps rising on your skin—with you barely recognizing the amber eyes looking down at you.
It was twisted, it was wrong, but one way or another—Denki Kaminari will keep you all to himself.
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LILY OF THE VALLEY
Character/s: snow leopard hybrid!Rindou Haitani
Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, dark content, canon typical violence, blood, murder, dub-con, marking, mentions of mating, hybrid au, kidnapping, yandere!rindou, dom!rindou, sub!reader, cockdrunk reader, implied multiple rounds, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, breeding, blackmailing/threats, pet play, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.
Note: commissioned by @httn 💜 thank you love for trusting me with this! i hope you like it 🫶
Synopsis: Only fools come out to play with a feral cat.
WC: 6.1k
Crimson specks marred the freshly fallen snow akin to wine spilled all over a white linen cloth. The bullet wound on his thigh was slowing him down. Nevertheless, Rindou trudged up the small hill to reach the other side of the forest hoping he would escape his pursuers that were looking through his busted car for any signs of life. With his teeth gritted, the lost man was sure he might die today. After getting separated from Ran and the others, a car chase occurred as he fled from the warehouse when a bomb about to blow up the building was shouted out. In all his years of doing the same song and dance, one could say Rindou got used to the chaos that has intertwined into his life since the day he was born with the need to experience thrills.
But, fuck, he could never get used to getting shot or bleeding out. The first time hurt like a bitch and the second time it happened made him want to pass out. It was more irritating to face than shoot those who dare touch his tail. Now, Haitani Rindou was sure he will die. Whatever plan those bastards cooked up that would confirm his demise, he had to give them props because they might succeed. Car dead, his phone without any signal, the temperature dropping fast, and a forest that may span a thousand hectares was just the starter pack he needed to die in these woods.
Rindou can’t die here. It would just be pathetic. So pathetic that they might make jokes out of it. His death would only make people say he deserved it or it is the consequence of having an unpleasant lifestyle. And honestly, fuck them. He has to live. He has to get out of here and seek shelter before the frost bites his fingers, ears, and toes off. What would his enemies think? What would Bonten do? What would Ran do?
What should he do?
A million thoughts raced through his mind as his knees finally gave away. His eyes fluttered close for a moment, inhaling the cold air sharply that he was quite sure it could cut his nostrils like blades made out of ice. A trail of blood followed him from where he started all the way to the top of the hill. In contrast to the icy atmosphere around him, his lungs burned. During these times, delusions would enter his mind to distract him from the impending doom that was looming above his head. Death was now breathing down his neck as if they were old friends. Its voice called out to him through the chilly breeze that brushed past him and the strong trees that appeared like shadows of those whom he wronged and killed to survive. If he had to guess what hell looked like, this was possibly the closest description minus the flames. Why would such a cold environment bother him in such a way? This has never happened before. He could think of countless reasons why a hybrid such as he who was meant to thrive in such an environment was slowing down.
Ah, that’s right… He never had to be out much to do his dirty deeds. It was always his underlings. Pawns who would readily obey him for various goals. He and Ran, without fail, get away from taxing jobs. After all, meaningless fights never appeased their appetite for violence. Something always had to interest the brothers for them to act. Looking back on those memories of merely partying and finding someone to toy with, Rindou couldn’t help but exhale deeply. His lips were chapped due to the lack of moisture in the air.
If my life is flashing before my eyes, perhaps I am indeed dying…
And yet, amidst the snow and harsh winds, a merciful angel came into view. Rindou thought he was already a goner for his eyes to conjure such a beautiful sight. Vivid colors murked into a blur as his vision steadily failed him due to exhaustion finally catching up to him. However, the second that angel spoke, voice soothing despite the panicked tone evident in it, he realized this was reality.
“Sir? Oh my god, w-wait. I need to call an ambulance—”
“N…o.” It took all of his strength to move his lips and tongue. The woman before him met his dazed stare, shifting her attention between Rindou and something behind her. “No am…bulance…”
“W-what? Why? No, you need immediate attention…”
Haitani Rindou, one of the infamous criminals Bonten has in their arsenal and the fearsome younger brother of Ran was still vulnerable to things that exude innocence. Perhaps it was just in his nature to be drawn toward something he can never be and so he tried to push away the person who came out on a snowy night to help him. This earned him a surprised expression and more questions he couldn't answer. Rindou’s efforts were in vain as his eyelids finally shut, and the last of his energy left him unconscious in the hands of a stranger.
I’m sorry, Ran…
There was a sea of trees you had to drive by to reach your parents’ house. The road was slippery due to the snow but you had to go after promising to drive carefully. After a hearty dinner and entertaining their inquiries about whether you will get married or not, you were set on heading back to your apartment. Tomorrow is Monday and you had to wake up early for your nine-to-five job at the cafe your cousin owned. Normally, your schedule ranged from mundane to the occasional unexpected events that usually revolved around your job or your parents. Yet they were never anything spontaneous or something that will make the hairs on the back of your hair stand until you had to rescue this man now sleeping on a makeshift bed in a veterinarian’s clinic.
Ignorance could sometimes save a person’s life. The second you saw the hanafuda tattoo on his neck, you knew the shit you were about to get into could get messy. Never had you ever thought of bringing an infamous person, let alone one of Bonten’s henchmen, into your home. The veterinarian you called for help swore his secrecy after he commended you for doing first aid, but commented that men like him shouldn’t be saved. Yet, your conscience wouldn’t let you sleep soundly at night if you left him there on a cold winter’s night to bleed to death or get feasted on by bears.
“Are you… his girlfriend or somethin’?”
“No, I’m not,” you responded while cleaning up the bloody clothing and gauze after Rindou’s wound was stitched up. “However, as a human being, I couldn’t just leave him there. I’m… not capable of such cruelty.” The man shifted his attention back to the dangerous person fast asleep and then squinted hard as if his patient was just pretending. Grunting, the veterinarian gathered the last of his tools into his bag and made his way to the door, but not before leaving you some sound advice.
“Be careful because this choice you made might just bite you back. I’ll be back as soon as possible when I find a doctor in the area. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure this secret doesn’t reach the authorities.”
Thinking back to what happened earlier, you were sure your blood ran cold at the sight of a broken car by the road. Initially, you thought the vehicle broke down and that the owner must be somewhere nearby since it would take around twenty minutes to get to the nearest town. Unless they had to hitch a ride because it was freezing and decided to leave the car. But the second you saw what seemed to be bullet holes in its body, uneasiness coated your nerves like thick molasses. The dread of finding a dead body doubled upon seeing blood on the snow, leading up to where you found the dying unknown man.
Damn it all. He wouldn’t harm someone who rescued him, right?
No, scratch that, this man wasn’t a stranger to you. You were the stranger—not him. Everybody who worked in Tokyo and heard the news was all aware of Bonten, the most dangerous gang in the country to date, enough to rival the yakuza. Those hanafuda tattoos they branded on their flesh bear the symbol of their loyalty to the man who founded the group, Sano Manjiro. The Haitani brothers were as famous all by themselves. It didn’t have to take you long to know everything they committed under the sun or the veil of night. Rumors of the brothers and Bonten always circulate on the internet. In short, they were individuals you had to avoid to live long.
Eyes glancing at your phone sitting by the couch, you debated whether to call the cops and turn him in. Maybe getting Rindou off your hands will be the first step to having your normal life back… Or will just cement the death sentence he shall bestow upon your unfortunate soul once he recovers.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” you groaned into your hands. Sleep was out of the question. You had to monitor Haitani Rindou for two obvious reasons—one because he might wake up and two because he might silence you the second he does. Gruesome pictures of your death flashed on the television screen ran across your imaginative mind and honestly, you were scaring yourself. Clearly, you didn’t think this through. But, what’s done is done. There was no way you could throw him out now. “Let’s… just make sure he’s fine enough to walk out of here on his own. Y-yeah…”
Exhaling a defeated sigh, you sat down on the floor and stared at Rindou’s unconscious form. For a man as big and bad as him, you bet he would snore loudly. Yet, he looked almost like a corpse—unmoving and quite fragile. The biggest shirt you had at your disposal appeared tiny in his huge frame. The veterinarian even gave up on giving him something to wear on the lower part, muttering how he shouldn’t even be bothered to clothe the criminal. The thought of Rindou being naked down there was slightly distracting, making your eyes wander down from the hanafuda tattoo on his neck to the intricate design on his torso until you slapped your cheeks to make you stop eyeing the muscular hybrid.
What the—don’t do this to yourself. He is a criminal, for fuck’s sake!
Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your phone to check for any messages. There was only one from your mother, checking up on whether you arrived home. A humorless laugh escaped your lips as you lied to her. Besides, she will definitely panic if she knew you were looking after a criminal in a vet’s clinic. You hoped to distract your mind from spiraling into endless regret by watching adorable videos of dogs. A good turn deserves another… You just wished Haitani Rindou was a person who would reward good deeds.
The morning was rough on you. With a stretch or two, you cursed your aching back while you proceeded to order breakfast for three. Your cousin was kind enough to give you a day off after phoning in with a fake cold. The minute you finished offering him apologetic words after lying through your teeth, you then grabbed the takeout and sped off to the clinic Rindou was moved to. Caffeine and sweets were the things keeping you sane save for the veterinarian and a doctor, whom he roped into the situation, present in the room. Dr. Hinohara was silently observing Rindou’s body while giving a blood transfusion to the still-sleeping hybrid. Compared to last night, the younger Haitani looked slightly better. He still appeared like he crawled out of hell and survived, though.
“I guess we don’t have to bring this man to the hospital,” the doctor spoke after some time. “There doesn’t seem to be a bullet stuck to his thigh. He did lose a lot of blood. I’ll just make sure to monitor him in case he needs more blood transfusions and if there could be any infections on the wound. If he does turn for the worst, I will have to bring him to the hospital—”
You were quick to object, leaving your cup of coffee to stand up. “H-he told me he shouldn’t go to a hospital. I’ll pay you, Sir. I’ll make sure to pay you for treating him. J-just don’t bring him there. Please…”
Dr. Hinohara sighed at your statement, sharing a glance with the veterinarian. Just as you were ready to shoot down their suggestions of you putting an end to your good samaritan role, the doctor then nodded solemnly in resignation. Appeased, you backed away before sitting yourself down once again. Seeing that there wasn’t anything left for him to do, the veterinarian excused himself and left the establishment. A few minutes later, Dr. Hinohara did the same to attend to his outpatients. It wasn’t until lunchtime when he came back that you decided to head back home to catch some sleep after a long warm bath. To be in a room alone with Haitani Rindou, awake or not, was making you anxious. Your eyes were often fluttering close, trying to stay conscious and alert in the presence of an infamous gang member. To let your guard down would be serenading death.
“You can come back tomorrow afternoon,” Dr. Hinohara said with a gentle smile upon seeing you out. “I don’t think Mr. Haitani would wake up today anyways. Go home and get some rest. I’ll call you if anything changes about his current condition.”
“Thank you, Dr. Hinohara.”
If you knew that the day you saved Haitani Rindou would be the last time you could ever experience a normal life, perhaps the future wouldn’t turn out like this—with you almost sticking to a corner whereas Rindou glared at your quivering form. Dr. Hinohara was nowhere to be found on the second floor and your mind concocted various scenarios at the sight of the trashed room. How could the man be up and ready to threaten you with his sharp claws when he was just barely conscious days ago? You even recall Dr. Hinohara remarking about Rindou being too weak to open his eyelids. So just how?
Irises sharp as his claws remained on you, hues of ultra violet hoping to unmask your intentions by staring right into your soul. Behind his predatory gaze were promises filled with violence and a whole world of pain if you so much as make a single move that he will deem a crime towards him.
Haitani Rindou was not a man to be trifled with.
“You… Didn’t I tell you not to bring me to a hospital?” he questioned in a demanding tone, taking a step closer to you which prompted your weak legs to fall back. This is the very thing you hoped to avoid. Maybe if you were given the foresight that Haitai Rindou would recuperate enough to stand today, you would have come prepared to negotiate. Negotiate with him not to kill you and to leave you alone because you did what he asked. However, he didn’t seem happy at the idea of recovering in a clinic, afraid his location would be alerted to the police. “What’s the matter? Suddenly can’t use that tongue of yours? From what I remember you weren’t mute—”
“This isn’t a hospital. Y-you’re in a clinic, can’t you see?”
The hand you used to gesture at the area shuddered upon seeing him move. Rindou was obviously confused as he surveyed the room, unsure whether to take your word or not. You couldn't blame him, though. Blood rolling down his thigh akin to raindrops on a glass window captured your attention, taking away the assertive statements off of your lips. Your fear for him was outweighed by your concern for his wound that might have reopened due to his carelessness.
Rindou was quick to create distance between you two. Your eagerness was mistaken as an act to lunge and subdue him which was something you couldn't do. He realized this the moment he winced in pain, hand applying pressure on his bleeding thigh. You clicked your tongue and hurriedly helped him back onto his bed. His hostility towards you disappeared with each pang of pain that erupted around his injury. Of course, he just had to be slowed down by this and for you, this was a blessing in disguise.
“Stay here, okay? I’ll go see if Dr. Hinohara has returned.”
Any deity above must have heard your silent prayer for the doctor announced himself inside Rindou’s room, eyes wide at the condition of his patient and the messy room. Minutes passed, and the hybrid was now waiting for the pain to subside once his wound was attended to. Lips in a tight line, you sat by the side, waiting for the doctor to say something—anything that will get rid of the awkward air that settled in the room. Instead of something positive, Dr. Hinohara approached you with a dejected expression that caused your heart to momentarily stop beating. His next words almost had you wishing you were sitting down due to the implications of it.
“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t do this since I am a practitioner of medicine and should have empathy for my patients no matter who they are… But I can’t have Mr. Haitani stay here any longer. You must understand. My other patients have caught a whiff of his presence here and are too scared to come over. I-it’s bad for me.” Dr. Hinohara then added to soften the blow, “If he stays over at your place, I-I promise to visit and check on him from time to time. Although, I doubt I could do much since he’s close to full recovery.”
Bullshit.
It was utter bullshit. There was no way his other patients knew about Rindou being treated in the clinic. Based on the days you visited the hybrid when he was still unconscious, everyone who visited the doctor didn’t display any signs of uneasiness. Yet, you couldn’t do anything to appeal for Rindou anymore since the doctor was more than eager to kick him out. For all you know, the hybrid trashing the room was his last straw.
Exhaling a heavy sigh, you turned the stove off and poured the hot soup into two bowls. The Bonten executive sat on the living room couch, watching a daytime show. He was unbothered by the small space of your apartment, thankfully. Rindou barely fussed upon arriving, probably because he did not have any other choice. Even with his infamous reputation, throwing him out was inhumane.
You wanted to help him, but it has been years since you took care of someone sick or injured. Plus, your mother’s temperament was far different from Rindou's.
“You okay with miso soup?”
Rindou merely grunted in response, avoiding your gaze while he took his bowl from you. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his moodiness, you took the seat across from him prior to drinking the soup you made. For the hybrid to keep sulking like this, you figured it was because his wound hasn't fully healed, and limped every time he walked. Men like Rindou hated weakness. To display his vulnerability to you like this must be torture to the mighty snow leopard hybrid—someone who isn't used to being on the other side of the spectrum.
Yet, he never dismissed your acts of assistance. No matter how much you teased him in an attempt to lighten the mood or receive his narrowed gaze, Haitani Rindou never made a move to hurt you during his stay here. Or at least that is what he's trying to do—to lure you into a sense of comfort before he strikes like an apex predator. Nevertheless, you continued to meet his needs.
“You okay?” you asked him when his spoon fell to the floor. Your legs were up and running to get a towel once you saw what happened. He dropped his spoonful of miso soup on his bandages because his limpid eyes couldn’t be torn from the show he claimed was too boring. “Mr. Haitani, you shouldn't pay attention elsewhere while eating.”
“Can’t help it,” he answered with a scoff. A ghost of a laugh slipped past your mouth at the thought of him acting almost like he was a big cat distracted by the pretty colors that led to this situation. Shaking your head, you wiped off the droplets of miso soup from his thigh. After you tossed the towel to the side, you stood up straight and placed your hands on your thighs. Rindou’s tail went stiff at your stare which was accompanied by a smile. “What?”
“Are you… enjoying the show? I thought you found it boring?” The giggle that followed your inquiry did not go unnoticed by the hybrid. The tips of his ears turning red were proof of that. Hearing no reply, you continued to tease him. Your hands are busy fixing up the couch before taking your bowl once more. “I mean, it’s alright to admit you like these soap operas. My mom enjoys them too, you know. Well, not enough to be—”
“I wasn't distracted,” he huffed and averted his gaze at your silly smile. “I was just… surprised.” Rindou never elaborated further on whatever stunned him. You merely shrugged and slurped your soup, content with sitting next to him on a Thursday morning. This has been your life lately—taking care of breakfast and Rindou in the morning, going to work afterward, and then coming back during lunchtime. Despite the reasons you came up with, your cousin never questioned you as to why you requested to come in later than your usual hour. He did, however, tasked you to stay until closing time. A small price to pay. After all, this isn't going to be the norm forever. Rindou will have to go back home and disappear from your life as soon as his wound heal.
Somehow, the reality had sorrow creeping up your heart. Rindou staying in the apartment and seeing him every day made you think he has always been there. His sulky expression softens up whenever his guard is down. He wasn't even aware the corner of his lips was curling up once. The way he dismisses you the second he realized he was showing happiness was cute in its own way. You were used to stifling your laughter at his displeased face that did not match well with his tail swishing side to side. His silhouette blended into your little space, making himself at home. And unbeknownst to you, Rindou felt the same way.
“Don’t act like such a big baby. It’s good for you!” You pushed the plate of rice with natto on top. His irked expression eased down while he took his chopsticks. The smell of the fermented soybeans did not sit well with his nose as he ate to appease you. Yet, he willingly ate, especially with you grinning in front of him. “There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it? Can’t believe a gangster like you dislikes natto.”
Innocent things like you were bad for his health. You were poison to his system—having him think of stuff he never gave a second thought on. Rindou lost count of how many ideas of him whisking you away where no one else can see you crossed his mind. Everything about you exuded a normal and peaceful life—a luxury for him who couldn’t afford it anymore. He should’ve turned you away and let himself die that night because now he didn’t want to leave. His wound was almost closed up and he didn’t have to limp around or ask for your help whenever he bathed. Rindou has grown far too fond of you to merely go back and forget about your kindness. For your sake, he held himself back and enjoyed you doting on him despite the numerous teasing you’ve thrown his way. Pretty but lethal flowers were only meant to be admired from a safe distance. Preferring to keep his claws hidden and the space between you wide, Haitani Rindou liked it this way.
Until he didn’t—until he got greedy.
Dr. Hinohara just had to burst the bubble Rindou protectively held with a single statement that the hybrid was free to go. You couldn’t describe the emotion that swirled within you, ignorant to the deathly stare Rindou gave the doctor. Dr. Hinohara swallowed thickly at the heat of his gaze, slowly taking a step back in case the hybrid decided to kill him on the spot. The younger Haitani wished he could turn back time and stop the old bastard from revealing his secret. Despite sabotaging the stitches for so long to keep it from healing too fast, Rindou’s game was up. And yet, not all of his cards were played.
His trump card has yet to fall onto the table.
Ran came over to your apartment the second Rindou rang him up after a month of no contact. The reunion happened under the stillness of the night where not a soul could be found on the streets. The chloroform his older brother brought was put to use to make sure you wouldn't scream or do any trouble as he placed you in Ran’s car. Rindou then discarded the baton hidden at the back of the trunk, already cleaned off of Dr. Hinohara’s blood, into the nearest waste bin before letting Ran drive down the road heading south.
The moment you woke up from what you thought was a terrible nightmare, you were chained to a bedpost in an unfamiliar room in someone else’s bed. The collar on your neck was a bit tight and the chain attached to it wasn't long enough for you to reach the door. A little bell was hanging on the collar and it jingled with every movement you made. You thanked your lucky stars that you were still fully clothed but that feeling of relief waned away too fast. Your head pounded while your eyes frantically searched for signs of where you are. Rindou entered the room with a tray of food. His eyes slightly went wide at the discovery of you greeting the conscious world then his lips broke out into a grin.
“I see you’re awake.”
“R-Rindou? W-what… Where am I? What’s going on?”
Your inquiries fell from your mouth like the teardrops on your cheeks at the realization. Rindou hushed you multiple times while he set your meal down on the nightstand but you never took heed, fearing for your life. It wasn't until he took out his phone to show you a picture of your parent’s house that your tongue felt like it was made out of metal. Your hands balled up into fists at the image.
“Don’t hurt them. P-please…”
“Looks like you're smart enough to guess what I’m implying here, huh?” Rindou chuckles at your horrified tear stricken face. “I guess calling you a big baby right now won’t be satisfying.” Hand underneath his chin, the hybrid let out a contented sigh. “I knew I was right. Other girls I’ve met before weren't as intelligent as you. Saves me from explaining what will happen to your family if you try to escape.”
“What do you want from me?” you demanded, nerves and voice shaky. His irises shone brighter than amethysts as he observed you on his bed. After a month of nursing him back to health, Rindou was intent on returning the favor—just without outside interference, of course. There was no way your parents would allow him to date you and to see you with a faceless nobody would be the icing on top of his cake meant to insult him. He can't have that. “Rindou, what do you want? I-I’ll do anything! Just please leave me and my parents alone. If you want an apology for all those days I’ve teased you or said something wrong, I’m w-will to do so!”
“Nothin’ much, angel. I’ve passed the need for anything.” He then pulled you up by the collar of your shirt. Leaning down to whisper into your ear, Rindou’s lips curled up. “I’ve already got you.” The second he spoke those words, a shiver ran down your spine. Not giving you any time to collect your thoughts or to wipe the tears from your cheeks, the Bonten executive took a step back and gestured at your clothes. “Strip.”
Hands trembling, you did as he said. More tears exited from your glossy eyes which Rindou couldn't wait to lick away. As soon as you got rid of your pajamas, you covered your exposed stomach and breasts until he clicked his tongue. You winced at the sound of it.
“All of it, angel.”
You heaved a deep breath. Your panties slid down your legs agonizingly slow. The rest of your body burned in shame under his piercing gaze. It was as if Rindou would be struck by lightning if he dared to look away from your gorgeous form. You steeled yourself once he took away your clothes.
“Go and eat your meal. I’ll be back.”
Rindou shut the door behind him. You couldn't stop crying even while you ate the meal he prepared. It was hard to know where you were as the window was bolted shut and barely let natural light in. Your heart beats wildly inside your chest whereas you stiffened at the sight of him returning. His violet irises landed on the empty plate before nodding approvingly.
“Good. I’m going to give you a drink now.” He took off the chain from the bedpost and pulled it for you to follow him. But not before commanding you to do it on all fours. His sharp canines peeked out when he smiled at your obedience. The fear strumming its chaotic cords to have you obeying the hybrid. “That’s it, angel. Make sure not to bump into anything on the way to the kitchen.”
Even with Rindou as your sole audience, your soul was close to dying out of shame. Your pussy folds were out in the open, clit throbbing uncontrollably for the wrong reasons as you followed him from behind. It didn't take you long to figure out this was Rindou’s house—or his temporary home. You were too busy making sure you were keeping up with his huge steps and not falling behind to scan your surroundings. The hybrid then paused and turned to you. His hand gestured to a bowl made for a pet sitting on the floor. It was filled up with what seemed to be milk.
“Go on. Drink it all up, angel.”
Cheeks burning, you hesitated for a second. It was when he walked behind you that the panic kicked in again and you unwillingly bent down. Your tongue was stuck out, ready to lick up the milk to appease Rindou, deaf to the sound of unzipping. The palm of his hand was cold against your cunt, causing you to yelp. His free hand was quick to keep your head from turning around to see him.
What the fuck is happening?
“You’re not the only one who’s thirsty… Shit, you’re wet?” He was more amused than disgusted at his findings. This was fucked up. There was no way you were turned on despite what occurred. Maybe you were sick in the head all this time and Rindou’s actions just brought this to light? You would never know as your mind started to grow hazy due to the pleasure of him rubbing his palm across your slit. You were no virgin but it has been a long time since you’ve done it. Perhaps that was the reason why?
Why does it feel like that’s a lie?
Retracting his claws, he plunged two of his fingers into your warm pussy that parted easily for him. Front teeth digging into your lower lip, you kept back the moan bubbling up your throat while Rindou rubbed his fingers against your tight walls. Slick coated his hand which made it easier for him to feel around your gummy walls. His pleased groans were too much for your ears, his hard length brushing on your ass. His tail swished around before curling around your leg. Your hands keeping you upright were trembling as the onslaught of bliss was increasing, gaze glossy.
“Fuck, this pussy is so tight… Are you going to let me fuck you, angel? Huh? Does my pet deserve this dick?” he questioned with mirth in his tone. Another finger was added, widening your hole. You couldn’t help the whine leaving your lips, eyes shut as you fought back more from coming out. Rindou held you by the waist when your legs gave out, cooing into your ear. The hybrid brought up his hand coated with your juices, inhaling it then tasted your slick. “It’s that good? I’ve waited so long. Held back and let you have your way. You’ll let me have you, mhm? Been good, angel. The least you can do is return the favor…” A silent gasp was what Rindou earned when he tapped the head of his cock against your pussy folds, rubbing his length on the damp flesh. Slowly, he entered you.
“A-are you gonna—ah!” You were sure he was going to tear you apart. It stung as the girth of his cock stroked your tight muscles, molding its shape there. Rindou took a few seconds to get accustomed to the way your pussy enveloped his dick, hissing under his breath at how heavenly you felt. And now that he has finally held you, Haitani Rindou was damn sure he has found his mate. Now, he will make sure to keep you by his side whether you want to or now. He’ll just have to give you something that will make you reluctant to leave… Or fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk out of this place without him. Maybe getting you pregnant will be the solution to this problem. “Ah, fuck… S’ big. R-rindou!”
“Angel, wanna give you cubs. You’d want that, huh? You want to be mine?”
His thrusts were hard and rough, causing you to moan and squirm. Lust rendered you blind as you took and took what Rindou gave. Time was no longer relevant at this point. All you could remember as he continued to fuck you like a savage beast during the mating season was the way his claws dug into your skin, marking you as his. The place’s layout slowly etched itself into your mind as he made it his mission to fuck you in every area with the endeavor of filling up your womb until all you could feel was his cum running down your thighs. Your breasts and nipples hurt after going through the abuse done by his mouth. Hickeys littered your torso and the skin of your neck. Clit and folds puffy, you couldn’t tell how many times you have squirted. Rindou always patted your head each time before tugging your nipples in a teasing way. The collar still wrapped around your neck jingled along with your breasts, soaked with your sweat and tears.
“R-Rindou! I-I can’t—”
“Yes, you can, angel. You can take more.”
He never gave you a break or a minute to rest and catch your breath. The moment he finished inside you, his balls emptied another load, replacing the cum he spurted into your cunt that dribbled out. Mind all in a mush, you sobbed at the overstimulation. Finally, the hybrid set you down on the couch, panting above you. A puddle of your essence and Rindou’s cum sat around your ass. The furniture wasn’t the only unfortunate victim of its owner’s quest to impregnate you and claim you. Mouth wide open, your eyes were fluttering shut due to exhaustion. Yet even as you stared at Rindou with those tired eyes, he held his cock glazed with both of your fluids right in front of your face in expectancy. The tip was red and super sensitive after hitting your cervix countless times while he fucked your brains out.
“Don’t tap out on me, angel,” he mumbled. Mustering up all your leftover strength, you sat up and licked on the reddish tip, earning a pleased groan. His hand reached forward to brush away the strands of hair from your face then carded his fingers through them. “Good girl. Always remember this, okay? Good kittens should clean up after playing. Good kittens shouldn’t make a mess.”
#❣️pat.coms#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo revengers x reader#tr smut#tokrev smut#tr x reader#rindou smut#rindou haitani x reader#haitani rindou x reader#rindou haitani smut#haitani smut#tw.violence#tw.yandere#tw.blood#tw.blackmail#tw.dark content#tw.hybrids#tw.dacryphilia#tw.unprotected sex#tw.breeding
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for me, I’ve been on a strong Suna kick bc I know he’s the type of bastard who’d get off on filming and taking pictures of his girl, as he fucks her hard. but also, he would lowkey keep all of it as blackmail in case she ever decides to leave him. he’ll make her stay. yeah :)
yaaa ya ya ya suna's a demanding boyfriend that way sometimes i hear and see you nonnie and you're so right for this oml :>
he doesn't like asking for it either, bc you're his girlfriend. isn't he allowed to take video of his own girlfriend taking his cock so nicely? don't be stupid. of course he can. and if you say you don't want him to take out his phone, he'll just coo n pet your blank little head. "you look so pretty though" and "let me take a few pictures, c'mon" and "please, baby? you do that so well". you're not gonna refuse him, right? or else he'll just touch it by himself and make you watch. easy choice
but though he loves you very very much, you also aren't always as docile as he'd like you to be. you have these stupid boundaries that he has to hear about and reasons why he can't just do whatever he wants. he doesn't like fighting with you. so it's just so fucking easy to say that he'll spread those pretty videos of you, you know? the ones where you're choking on his cock and crying, or trying to cover your face as his thrusts make your tits bounce up and down. it's just a little bit of extra control. he won't actually post them... probably. as long as you remember that his rule is law and you're so much better off just letting him keep you by his side forever and ever.
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your thoughts on bully beomgyu who is obsessed with the reader
ehem
who cares about childhood friends to lovers when you can have childhood bully to lovers, add a bit of spice then and voilà, you got eenie meanie asshole bully gyu 😤
this guy has his eyes set on you ever since kindergarten, purposely broke your small clay pot because he loves it when you cry. but when he knows it's him who makes you cry—yeah, he gone do it again and never let you go, ever.
high school was hell for you cos gyu never let you go that easily for more than a decade, makes you trip over his foot and flips your skirt up to see which panties you are wearing today, taking a picture of it to masturbate tonight before doing the same thing the next day—covering his phone screen with his cum at the picture of your white lacy panties, looking a bit too small for you because he could see the exact shape of your cunny, imagining how tight will you be once he fuck you behind the school, threatening to share the video to the whole school of you report this to the school counselor before turning you to his little slut, following him like a good puppy when he told you to give him your panties, shoving it into his pocket as you walk behind him a few steps away, thick droplets of his and your cums dripping down to your knees as the other students share a laugh at it and even take a picture of you as a smug smile was plastered all over gyu's handsome features.
#yijin — hard hour#yijin — dark contents#txt smut#beomgyu smut#tw.filming#tw.dacryphilia#tw.blackmail
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Do you have any yandere Doyle concepts? Please do tell them all ✨
Ehe o well u know me, ofcawz I do 👌 here r some few my brain worms have been feasting on, not sorry for the cliffhangers I refuse to spoil the entire good show
Tw; forced relationships, yandere, abduction, noncon, power imbalance
Top student reader who's been rumored to be dating a bankable yakuza classmate in her class against her will—the yakuza being her boyfriend for a week and whatnot. During the weeks and days she's forced to do anything by the rules the yakuza made in terms of their relationship, otherwise declining is a proposal to her own death along with her family. Eventually, she'll stick around for awhile til the last thing she thinks of is tell baki about it whom the yakuza always tried to play sticks and stones with and be the one carrying broken bones at the end of the day. Once baki abides to her pleas—she's free by the time the classmate had been beaten to a pulp.
One thing she never thought of is when she'll endure a backlash ever since she was back to living her normal college life—everyday seemed to be prudent. But everything ends with a sharp point to her good luck; hector was commissioned to annihilate her in the most inhumane way in exchange for a hefty sum the yakuza offered.
It didn't take much for him to take the commission and start the scheme but one thing was stopping him for sure, his goal being able to taste defeat persists when he heard baki was on her side—he sees this as an opportunity to fight him as he begins with her being his pawn for the scheme. The apartment she's stowed in is a cramped one with only a bed and a coffee table in one room like how a man without more than one ambition lives.
His obsession grew on her once he learns she takes his beating very well; being fucked relentlessly as he despoils every good value of her being to the point everyone fails to recognize her when she comes out, making her disheveled form the invitation to baki.
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Tw; knifeplay, noncon, loss of virginity, blackmailing
Softhearted reader with little to no nerves to face guts and glory—all the while her dad is an avid knife enthusiast that hordes a various collection of knives that held a man-made frame in their living room which never failed to daunt her each time she takes glances at the frame. While she takes an innate aversion to it, the bond they have is stronger than her fear of sharp objects. The father was always on about the previous news of knives-n-blades from the newspapers and what not; one person caught his attention from the article that informs about the person's blade implants along with his criminal background—Hector Doyle. Her dad worked on meeting him from scouring multiple contacts to a higher degree and eventually attaining his goal.
The hitman presenting himself uninterested but accommodates with her father's inquiry while showing his implants. The girl watched from afar while her gut churned, all the while her curiosity got the best of her as she takes occasional glances at the man who's only sitting with a pair of brief. Her eyes stomaching the artificial pain his body possibly risked as they land on nooks and crannies of his physique. Doyle notices this and looks at her with an unintentional cold glare or what she deemed it as. She would turn her head away immediately and Doyle takes it as an insult since her father was also one of his paid targets to kill but instead of making her bear the raw image of that, he made a quick chat with her in a dark alley on his way home after giving his dad some information about blade implants and in exchange to that—he sold his plans with her father to her.
Making it known that her father is in death's grip and her only way of releasing him is by being obedient to the man behind her that held a blade to her neck against a cold wall.
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But isn't she cute when she cries?
𖦹 minors don’t interact. | wc: 4,8K.
𖦹 content: sub!reader, implied squirting, slight dumbification, a bit of worship, fingering, degradation, blackmail, humiliation, coercion, unprotected sex, creampie, virginity loss, mention of mindbreak, breeding kink, choking, oral sex (f! & m!), face fucking, foursome, marking, finger sucking,hints of pet play, dark content, overstimulation, implied dacryphilia, corruption kink, cum play, mention of tummy bulge.
𖦹 pairings: haitani brothers x virgin!fem!reader x sanzu haruchiyo.
ᥫ᭡. request. | part II.
— Any questions? — Y/N asked turning to the classroom nervously, it was the first time that the whole class was silent after a long lesson that seemed to have lasted three hours even though not even 45 minutes had passed. — If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask, that's exactly why I'm here.
Scanning the classroom full of people a bit younger than you, yours eyes noticed some nodding their heads in agreement with what you said and others simply finishing writing down whatever notes they would have taken during the class and about it.
— You all are dismissed, dears. — You spoke loudly before getting ready to gather your things on the spacious table reserved for the teachers who eventually taught in that room.
It was lunchtime and since you were a new teacher at the university with no aptitude for making friends quickly, the chance that you would have lunch alone again today at some restaurant around the university grounds was practically one hundred percent. The older professors just looked you in the face to give you some tips on how to deal with rooms that are either too crowded or too empty, no middle ground, and you also didn't want to look like an abandoned dog going to ask some group of professors if you could have lunch with them. And honestly, you wanted to eat in peace. Peace is precisely the only thing you wanted after a stressful week of things that were not even consequences of your actions.
From the beginning of the week these three guys had started to get on your nerves, and you were too kind and naive to disperse their onslaughts, so it wasn't hard to see them following you around the streets and occasionally asking you to get into the car that belonged to one of them. A minute around those three seemed like an eternity of torture for you, and they seemed to enjoy themselves too much by saying dirty, lewd things while looking at you with cocky smiles only to see you look away in embarrassment and falter in your own voice. It was exhausting, stressful.
As you finished packing up your things and left the room without looking back, you walked down the wide, airy corridors of the different floors of the university with the intention of reaching the faculty lounge to put your things away and pick up your wallet on the first floor. Yours eyes focused on an open window and then went to check if the air-conditioning system was on. It was, so, not to waste him unnecessarily, you went to close the window and your brow furrowed as soon as your attention fell on a pink-haired man with scars at the corners of his lips that were still fresh in your memory. "Oh, no... not again, until today?", you thought taking a deep breath as you looked away and saw the two tall men with lilac hair and purplish eyes. As you look again at the man with the pink mullet, you are confronted with an amused smile decorating his lips and see him waving his hand in your direction.
Without answering anything back, you just turn away from the window, finish closing it nervously, grab your wallet and leave the university lounge almost in a hurry to get to the exit. Fixing the black pencil skirt around your waist as soon as your feet left the building, you left walking down the street without looking around, with your head down, and not wanting to pay attention to your surroundings.
— Are we in a hurry today, princess? — You felt your head hit something soft and almost lost your balance being held in each arm by Rindou and Ran, and as looked up, you found yourself standing in front of Haruchiyo's chest with the same amused smile as before.
— S-Somewhat, to be honest. — Y/N said regaining her balance and turning away from Haruchiyo.
— Oh, really? — Haruchiyo glanced down at her clothes and raised his eyebrows as if to say he liked what he saw. — You look more beautiful today, what have you done differently?
— Can I just... have lunch alone today, please? — You felt a heavy arm pass through your arms, and when you looked away you bumped into Rindou.
— Why don't we have lunch together? Where do you want to eat?
— I-I said "alone”. — Your shoulders shrugged as soon as Haruchiyo leaned toward you with one eyebrow arched.
— Don't you enjoy our company, princess? — You looked at him with your breath caught in your throat, not knowing what or how to answer.
— I-I like it, but... but I'd rather have lunch alone, that's all.
— You're such a persistent girl. — It was the first time Ran had spoken that day. — Even when we are so nice to you, you still try to keep us away from you, isn't that kind of mean?
— So mean. — Haruchiyo answered, and you inevitably started looking for someone walking down the street who could help you out of that situation, and no one even seemed to look at you.
And then you inevitably felt your eyes slowly fill with tears just because the situation seemed hopeless and more suffocating and stressful than usual, especially when Ran slid one of his hands up the sides of your body, caressing your waist, moving slowly down your hips and lodging just above where the hem of your skirt began, threatening to push it up with his slender fingertips.
— Why don't you get in the car? — Rindou leaned over to brush his lips against your earlobe. — You know that "no" is not a good enough answer, right?
— You'll love spending time with us. — Sanzu remarked, turning his back on you and walking to where his car was parked.
Eventually you were shyly walking to the car as well and watching Ran open the back seat door while Rindou was already getting inside the car and the older brother was holding the door for you, at this you looked at Haruchiyo sitting in the driver's seat staring at you through the open window beside the passenger seat.
— Can I… — The three of them looked at you and yours shoulders suddenly shrugged. — Can I ride in the passenger seat?
— But they will take such good care of you, princess. — Haruchiyo answered you, and you knew there was no way he would let you ride up front with him.
Soon you were sitting between Ran and Rindou with your back sunk against the soft seat back of Sanzu's automobile, who didn't take long to turn the key in the ignition and drive off to whatever final destination the three of them were taking you to. The car was silent and you didn't dare raise your face enough to face Haruchiyo in the rearview mirror or one of the two brothers on the sides, but as the four of you passed through your own neighborhood and as soon as you noticed how far away your workplace was getting, you said:
— I still have class to teach in the afternoon today and....
— Oh, yes, yours classes. — Rindou interrupted you with a hand resting on one of your knees. — How were yours first two weeks on the job? — You frowned at him, how did he know that you had only been working for less than a month?
— How do you… — Before you could finish speaking, your other thigh felt fingers snaking across the skin of your other knee and the hand that owned those fingers belonged to Rin's older brother.
— Actually, sweetheart, we know quite a bit about you, more than you think, actually. — Sanzu stopped at a red light and looked at you through the rear-view mirror before turning around and leaning his arms on the passenger seat to get a panoramic view of the way the Haitani brothers were sneaking around and groping your body. — You're so naive and stupid it's cute. — At his words you tried to close your legs, which were kept open by the two brothers' hands while Haruchiyo leaned toward you and grabbed your chin with one hand, forcing you to make eye contact with his clear eyes. — Can't you see that we are obsessed with you? Or maybe you're busy trying to be the nice girl who's always cool to us and thinks that someday we'll leave you alone, right? Or even worse: maybe you're the kind of girl who likes to be groped by three different guys.
Ran's hand brushed his fingers with more pressure against the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and you gasped involuntarily, opening your mouth wider than you wanted or should have, and it was the perfect propitious moment for Sanzu to remove his hand from your chin and press two fingers against your tongue, almost making you choke on your own saliva in the process. You desperately tried to hold the older Haitani's wrist to stop him from proceeding with his actions, but hearing a "Tsk" from both Rindou and Haruchiyo made you rethink your next actions.
— Uh-hm, you should know how to behave with us, pretty girl. — Rindou commented, looking suggestively at Sanzu.
— She just needs to be trained properly to become a great bunnycunt. — Haruchiyo commented, entering your mouth a little deeper with his fingers, without forcing them against your uvula. — And I bet she'll love having the three of us degenerating her body knowing that I took the liberty of installing some small cameras in my car already thinking about the day we could grab her. — A shiver ran down your spine and your eyes filled with tears and you didn't even know what exactly you wanted to cry for.
By now the traffic light had turned green and the only car still parked in front of it was Sanzu's, but he couldn't care less about the world outside the windows of that car, especially since they were covered with a dark film that prevented free visual access to what was going on inside.
— Oh, Haruchiyo, you disgusting fucker, making our little bunny cry. — Ran leaned to the side getting a good view of your watery eyes.
— But isn't she cute when she cries? — Sanzu answered with an arrogant smile, as if the blackmail he was claiming to be able to do to you was nothing more than a trivial matter of his life. — If you want to keep your job without me leaking the video of you spreading legs for three different men in a car to your superiors at that university, you're going to have to work hard at being our fuck bunny, understand? — At your hesitation to answer, his fingers sank deeper against your mouth and you choked around them. — Do you understand? — And then you moved your head positively in a frantic manner and desperately pulled air into your lungs as soon as his digits left your mouth. — Good girl, you'll learn to behave better soon enough.
And then for the rest of the trip to your final destination, which turned out to be the luxurious home of the Haitani brothers, your mouth kept fighting the urge to let moans and whimpers escape as the fingers of the very owners of the residence Sanzu was driving to teased your insides with light squeezes and pinches that sent waves of pleasure straight to the part of your body where you needed the most stimulation and attention.
You were not used to that kind of arousal coursing through your body and making you desperately want to beg one of them to simply sink his fingers into your cunt, you had barely had any kind of sexual contact before. Anything they ventured to do on your body while exploring it would be something new and, who knows, welcome.
When the car stopped in front of the house, your legs were wobbly, barely able to get you to your feet in a non-clumsy manner, and Ran took the liberty of helping you out of the car before also guiding you into the residence while his younger brother and Sanzu had already entered and were waiting for you two in the living room.
— Come here, little bunny. — Rindou patted the vacant seat next to him on the huge white sofa in the middle of the room and his wobbly legs immediately walked in the direction indicated.
Soon after that the one who took the seat next to you was the older Haitani, and Sanzu leaned briefly against the coffee table without taking his eyes off you. You stared at him for a few seconds before you felt two different lips of varying softness brush against each side of your neck, dispensing kisses, bites, hickeys and licks; your thighs pressed hard against each other and one of your hands desperately grabbed Ran's forearm as you didn't know what to do.
— Why don't you open your legs a little for us, hm? — Haruchiyo spoke, looking at you suggestively and a sultry moan escaped yours lips the moment Rindou let a hard bite run against the curve of his neck.
Your legs spread slowly, but just enough to make the hem of your skirt rise a little and let Sanzu get a glimpse of the wet bottom of your panties.
— Yes, just like that, pretty girl. — Ran whispered against your ear as he slid one hand down the hem of your skirt to brush fingertips against yours inner thighs the same way he did in the car and eventually pressed the index finger against your covered clit. You could feel a wet puddle soaking the bottom of yours panties and a cocky laugh escaped the older Haitani's lips. — I bet you have never been touched like this, right? That's why you're so nervous.
— Of course our bunny is a virgin, she would never be a dirty slut. — Rindou replied, now focusing on using his hands to unbutton the light-colored social shirt you were wearing, eventually freeing your breasts from both the shirt and bra.
— But we could easily turn her into one. — Haruchiyo commented, shrugging and glancing down your body as you began to shed the layers of clothing.
You didn't know exactly if you were aroused only by the lewd and expert touches of the Haitani brothers or if Sanzu's dark stare and dilated pupils on you were also having some kind of effect on your body. However, it didn't matter much, especially since your mind was busy craving more and more of whatever dose of pleasure the three of them could give you indirectly or directly.
And then Rindou's mouth closed around one of yours breasts to suck on it and one of his hands slid down your abdomen to unbutton the top two buttons of the skirt while his older brother's fingers went from slowly stimulating your clit to invading your extremely tight interior without warning with one of the digits. The sharp pain that hit your body made your back arch and legs try to close up and be held forcefully by the other brothers hands that were now brazenly possessing your body.
— Damn, she is so tight, a good virgin pussy, she barely lets my finger in and out. — Ran spoke slowly pumping his finger against yours gummy walls and taking advantage of your natural lubrication to help him in the work of widening your interior.
— P-Please, I can't... can't... — Your head fell back with you not knowing if you wanted to rub your hips against Ran's hand or if you wanted him to back off.
— Fuck, look at you, we barely started playing with you and you already can't even formulate a sentence right. — Haruchiyo commented with an amused laugh now with his eyes focused on Ran's single finger moving in and out of you.
Rindou finished unbuttoning your skirt and pulled it up, fully exposing your pussy to Sanzu's thirsty eyes, soon after, you felt his hand slide down, spend a few seconds circling your clit and then force the tip of his middle finger against your entrance to invade your insides just as his brother was doing.
— I can't, argh... please, p-please, does... d-does not fit. — And although it was coming out of your mouth, yours hips were desperately straining against the brothers' hands.
Paying no attention to what you were saying other than being aroused by the occasional timid moan escaping your mouth, Rindou reached inside with his ring finger and grunted as he came to the same conclusion as his brother. The two of them began to move these digits inside you slowly, although the younger brother's rhythm was a little more abrupt and rough, and your head began to feel like it was spinning, it was simply too much prior stimulation for a person who had not even kissed on the mouth properly before. They could play with your body in any way they desired and you would promptly be drooling and crawling towards them just wanting to keep feeling good.
And then when Ran's finger curved upward and your body violently spasmed, your mind seemed to go completely blank and a slurred moan escaped your mouth not knowing what exactly was going on inside. Oh, sweetheart. You just had cum so precociously into the fingers of the Haitani brothers and Sanzu reveled in the image of a Y/N desperately clutching their shirts while simultaneously wetting the palms of those two and some of the surface of the couch below the three of you.
— Aww, did our little bunny make a mess? — Haruchiyo spoke up, walking towards the three of you, kneeling in front of you and rubbing your swollen clit between his index finger and thumb, making you experience the sensation of having overstimulation coursing through your body for the first time. — It's okay, little pets can't help themselves with these things, in the end that's exactly what you are: our little pet, aren't you? — And as Ran and Rindou continued to widen your tight interior, your head nodded frantically and Sanzu blew some cold air against your clit before leaning his head forward intoxicated with the essence of your arousal and brushing his warm tongue against you.
Your head was trying to process all the pleasure coursing incessantly and yours hands inevitably latched onto Haruchiyo's pink hair as a way of indicating that you needed him to keep working his tongue against your intimacy.
— Hmm, I can feel her tightening around my finger. — Rindou commented forcing his finger up against yours walls and beginning to increase the speed, watching your face contort with shameless pleasure.
Now that Sanzu was abusing your bundle of nerves, Ran had fastened his lips to your neck leaving a trail of bite marks where he passed and your pussy was dripping more and more, you could feel the tight knot forming deep in your belly. Fuck, would they make you cum in sequence? Yes, they would and your second orgasm swept over your body just as Haruchiyo let a light moan escape against your clit and the Haitani brothers curved their fingertips reaching deeper points inside your cunt.
— Fuck, look at you. — The younger Haitani said as he withdrew his finger from inside you slowly watching a trickle of the liquids of your arousal joining the tip of him to your entrance. — You really are a pathetic virgin, look how messy your pussy has become with just a little work in it. — He brought his finger to your lips and pushed it against your tongue, forcing you to taste yourself. — If I had known that you would get so wet with so little, I might have fucked you in Sanzu's car anyway.
— Isn't she adorable? — Haruchiyo commented rubbing your clit with his fingertips. — Almost all braindead with so little. — Just after he finished speaking, he grabbed Ran's wrist that was still propelling his finger inside you, pulled it out of your walls and licked the length of him. — Who do you want first?
— W-What? — You asked breathlessly with glossy eyes.
— What? Would you prefer that we share you? — Sanzu returned the question with his eyes fixed on your still leaking pussy.
— Let her be a pillow princess for a while. — Ran spoke up, sliding your body forward and off the couch, causing you to fall into a sitting position on Haruchiyo's thighs, who put his hands around your waist to keep you from sliding to the floor.
— Don't you want to use her pussy today? — Rindou seemed skeptical of his own brother's actions as he removed his own clothes.
— What good does it do her to let us abuse her bunnycunt and not know how to use that pretty mouth of hers for other things? — The older Haitani replied with a tone that indicated the obviousness of what he was saying. — You two can share her princess parts.
— You are so humble, Ran. — Haruchiyo replied with an cocky laugh before unbuttoning his own pants and slowly pulling them down along with his underwear.
As soon as your eyes reached his completely stiffened cock you began to wonder how exactly a man could have a member like that. Sanzu was so fucking long, yet skinny and curved upwards and his tip was so beautiful, pink-ish. Your hands rested on his chest and your body tried to pull away, even though his hands went back to your waist to keep you in place.
— No worries, bunny. — He whispered, looking you straight in the eye before bringing his right hand to your wet folds and pulling them apart more gently than he thought possible. — I'll make it fit inside you, so why don't you try to relax, hm?
— Will it hurt? — It was the only thing that came out of your mouth as your breathing continued to rapid, and out of the corner of his eyes you watched as Ran also finished removing his own clothes just like his brother.
— Hmm... — Haruchiyo made a thoughtful face before slowly lowering you against his cock, making a point of calmly invading your insides with the intention of making you feel every last drop of that pain that seemed to tear you apart from the inside, almost as if you were being ripped open. — I don't know, what do you think? — Yours eyes filled with tears, and although you wanted to let your head fall back because of the pain, he continued to hold your face to force you to maintain eye contact with him.
Rindou got up from the sofa, knelt down next to where you were connected to his friend and took a good look at your abruptly enlarged cunt almost to its limits.
— Isn't she tight? — Rindou asked, looking up at Haruchiyo and arching one of his eyebrows. — Even after widening her bunnycunt with fingers it doesn't get any easier to fuck her.
— Fuck! — Sanzu gasped, forcing his hips up a little and letting Ran grab Y/N's face with one hand, pull your head back and let a trickle of saliva fall from his tongue onto your own. — She swallows practically everything, it feels so fucking good.
— Let's see if she does the same thing with her mouth. — Ran replied, rubbing the tip of his own cock against yours lips and smearing them with precum.
— Our little bunny probably doesn't even know how to suck a dick properly. — Rindou answered by putting his hand on the back of your neck and pushing your face without too much force against his brother's cock, even though you could barely get half the length in and choked as soon as Ran's tip hit your throat.
— Breathe through your nose instead of trying to pull air through your mouth. — The older Haitani advised you at the same time that Sanzu half came out of you and slammed his hips against yours not necessarily hard, but fast, before letting out a grunt of pure pleasure, you gasped with rolling eyes to soon after focus them on the handsome face of the older brother above you. — Move her head slowly back and forth, Rin. — Ran looked at his brother suggestively and he complied with the request, your tongue rubbing against the veins of his length and slowly the pain caused by Sanzu in your now no longer virgin pussy slowly disappeared as the brothers concentrated on distracting you.
Haruchiyo's efforts to get in and out of yours tight walls made you remember the sensitivity there and you couldn't classify whether the moans coming out of your mouth around Ran's cock were from pain or pleasure, but it was so good for him that at one point his hips ended up forcing themselves against your face almost fucking your mouth and it was impossible not to choke on it.
Rindou used his other hand to grab one of yours, put it on his painfully hard cock and guide you with up and down movements there. Sanzu's rhythm inside you was almost bestial, he didn't really care if your body was already tired, if yours hips would hurt afterwards, if you were more than just inexperienced. It felt so good to finally feel your walls squeezing him hard, milking his dick without any kind of shame. And to be honest, you didn't know that you might be able to get so many lewd sounds out of three guys at the same time.
— Damn… — Sanzu felt his own cock twitch against yours walls and moaned loudly. — Gonna breed you so well, fill you up until your stomach has a little budge. — He spoke up, tightening his grip on your waist and taking a few more hard thrusts inside you before he really did end up crumbling inside you and painting your walls white for the first time of your life.
You couldn't hold back for more seconds before you collapsed against his cock still spurting cum against your warm interior and your orgasm occasioned Ran's own climax, which consisted of having him squirm against your tongue and ejaculate exactly on your throat and inevitably making you swallow every last drop of his thick, salty liquid. Once Haruchiyo and the older Haitani were out of you, there wasn't much time for your body to recover from its string of orgasms before Rindou put his hands on your hips, pulled you away from Sanzu with his cum leaking down your thighs, propped your back against the couch and spread your legs to invade your insides with his cock that desperately needed a release.
Before giving you time to assimilate the actions and moaning in a mixture of pain from the sensitivity and pleasure from having Haruchiyo's cum being pushed deeper inside you, Rindou covered your lips with his in a quick kiss before starting to move so slowly that it made you have the impression that your body would end up collapsing if you couldn't cum soon.
— Ple... ase, Rindou, argh, please. — Your hands dug their nails into his forearms as yours hips forced themselves up against his. — You can... ahn, fuck... — Your breathing was so ragged that you almost struggled to think.
— You're so hasty, Sanzu did a great job of turning you into a cockslut, didn't he? — Rindou took your chin and forced you to look him straight in the eye as he began to increase his pace inside you, making a mess inside you and mixing both his precum, Haruchiyo's cum and your own liquids. — Now the only thing you know how to do is to beg to be fucked even though you've already cum three times in a row, such a nasty, lewd bunny.
And then he continued whispering several dirty, naughty words in your ear, each time feeling you clench around him harder. The moans coming out of his mouth were different from those coming from Ran or Haruchiyo, they were almost too sweet in contrast to the harsh actions he took with you. You would easily get used to hearing that beautiful melody coming from him.
And when he came inside your pussy? Fuck, the gasping whimpers and your name coming out of his lips in the form of high-pitched, hoarse moans was enough to eventually bring you to your fourth orgasm and your body slumped against Rindou's completely tired, with all your energy reserves drained until there was nothing left but fatigue and the desire for rest.
— Such a good girl. — Ran whispered in your direction pulling you up and eventually making his little brother's dick escape from inside you and the mixture of his and Sanzu's cum wet your thighs. — Look at this mess, you look so pretty for us. — And as he spoke, Haruchiyo lifted his body a little to bring the index and middle finger to yours folds and spread them apart for the visual pleasure of seeing your leaking entrance.
— And you haven't forgotten our deal, right, bunny? — Sanzu asked, looking at you with raised eyebrows, and you shook your head negatively with no strength left to answer.
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ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 𖥔 ⭒ ִ ׂ 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: (𝟏) 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎.
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — you’ve got a real big crush on sanzu but your brothers can’t find out or else you’ll be in a lot of trouble.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — dark themes, stepcest, filming sexual acts, prostitution mention, cruel punishments, (light) blackmail, slight voyeurism, toxic relationships, naive reader.
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 — ran haitani, rindo haitani & sanzu haruchiyo.
Ding!
Sanzu.
Attachment: (1) video.
“The hell did Sanzu send me a video for?” Ran mumbles lazily.
“You got it too?” Rindo’s head lifts, his sleepy looking eyes meeting his older brother’s as he sits on the other leather sofa on the other side of the glass coffee table. Dozens upon dozens of neatly stacked bands of cash were placed on the coffee table, as well as old fashioned glasses with a bit of brown liquor filled halfway and a zip lock bag filled with buds of marijuana and other accessories alike.
“Seems so..” Ran replies, watching his brother bring the blunt from his lips down to exhale a large white cloud from his lungs. Rindo puts out the blunt by smushing the gently into the glass table then setting it to the side.
“Let’s play it then?” Rindo says. They both manage to click play at the same time with both volumes syncing up near perfectly.
As the camera lens comes into focus, the flash dissipates and they see you, their sweet, sweet baby sister on her knees nestled in between the knees of a pair of purple pinstripe dressed thighs. Almost immediately the two brothers had a sense of unease settling in the pit of their stomachs as they saw your pretty face look past the camera. A worried look plastered on your face as you looked at the bubblegum pink haired man behind the camera. You wore a pout on your glossed lips, the specs of glitter picking up on camera due to the flash. Your hands rested on his thighs with your false lashes sitting pretty on your lash line. They fluttered cutely as you blinked and a strap of your silk mini dress was hanging off your shoulder. Rindo and Ran’s eyes widened when they recognized the dress as something you wore just last night.
The night had been a fun one— a night out at one of Tokyo’s hottest clubs with Bonten’s executives was always exciting. Your brothers were nice enough to let you tag along after enough begging, fake crying and dry humping. They remember everyone coming back to one of Bonten’s designated “hideouts,” It wasn’t very inconspicuous, in fact it was a penthouse right in the heart of Shibuya. They often conducted business there, more often than not there would be a few quiet sleeping heads tucked away in one of the many rooms in the luxurious suite.
You tend to get a bit clingy when you have liquor in your system, so it wasn’t surprising when you were sitting comfortably in Sanzu’s lap with your face nuzzled in his neck. You seemed to have taken a liking to the eccentric man much to your brothers’ dismay. You often hear their lectures about how you can’t trust dangerous men like him and yadda, yadda, yadda. You never listened, it was quite hypocritical of them to lecture you about not trusting men like Sanzu while being in the same exact boat as he is. Truth is, you had a really big crush on Sanzu and he knew it. He liked to play around with you when your brothers weren’t around. Stealing kisses, putting his hands under your skirt, and often covering your mouth while his hard cock bullies it’s way into your tight cunt for a quickie.
Of course Ran and Rindo didn’t know that. They were blissfully ignorant and still believing their precious baby sister is sweet and… as pure as you could be. In their mind, the only cocks you were taking were theirs but that’s simply not the truth. Sanzu’s cock has been fucking its way into their precious pussy for a few months now. It’s amazing how you haven’t gotten caught yet. Letting their guard down was probably one of the worst things they could do because when Sanzu offered to tuck you in last night they didn’t think anything of it. Ran probably should have trusted in intuition, maybe they would be in the position they’re in now: seconds away from watching their little sister suck a cock that doesn’t belong to either of them. Ran and Rindo watched on as the video played.
“I thought you said you weren’t gonna record..” You say softly as your eyes shift to the camera then back up to Sanzu, a soft chuckle heard behind the camera.
“I changed my mind, angel.” Sanzu says simply and your brows furrow upward at the nonchalant tone in his voice, eliciting a small whine from you— almost sounding like a puppy’s whimper. You were so.. cute.
“You’re not gonna show anyone, right..?” You ask, (colored) eyes pleading up to the man holding the camera. Rindo and Ran couldn’t see, but Sanzu has the look of pure enjoyment on his insanely handsome features. He gives you a head pat and a wide, close-eyed smile spreads across his lips.
“No, my eyes only. I swear it.” Sanzu says. A lie. “Stop frowning. It makes pretty girls like you ugly. You don’t want to be ugly, right? No one’s gonna love you if you are.” He adds on. You shake your head at him, still looking at him with puppy eyes with a pout worn on your plump lips.
“No, ‘don wanna be ugly, Sanzu..” You say.
“What the hell is this?” Rindo scowls lightly, his handsome face turning in a mix of aloofness and disgust as he speaks. Ran only shakes his head at his little brother’s words, almost in a patronizing way. He was the older brother after all.
“It seems that our baby sister is a free whore.” Ran says. “Doesn't even have enough respect for herself to charge.”
“I told you we should have whored her out ourselves..” Rindo sighs. “Now she's doing it herself for free.”
“Don’t worry, sweet girl. Stand up, show me your pussy.” Sanzu says. Without a doubt or hesitation, you’re on your feet and the camera shifts upward. Your deep emerald green silk mini dress looks amazing on your body, something Ran had picked out for you just a few days before. You lift the bottom hem of your dress up, pulling it over your hips to expose your bare pussy. You hadn’t been wearing any panties that night. Rindo remembers telling you to keep your legs closed or he’d take you all the way home to put some on. From the looks of it, you were soaking.
“Ah, so cute.” Sanzu coos behind the camera. “Spread your lips so I can see that precious little clit.” He orders softly. You do as you’re told and lift your leg so that your bare foot rests on his thigh, taking your pointer and middle finger to spread your lips so that your clit is on full display. The light from the flash reflects off your slick, a tell all indication that you were incredibly aroused. Rindo feels his mouth water at the sight, he’s always been the one to eat your cunt for his own pleasure— leaving you a shaking and stuttering mess as you try to push his lilac hair away from your core.
“I’m pretty, right, Sanzu?” You look up at him with a hopeful look.
“The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” He confirms, though it only sounds like a write off so you could shut up. “Rub it.” Sanzu orders again and soon your fingertips are working on your clit in circular motions. You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down lightly as you continue your motions— your hips bucking into the air every so often when you hit a particularly good section of nerves in your sensitive bud.
“Like this?” You smile.
“Yeah, I bet that feels good, hm?” Sanzu’s hand comes into view, his slender fingers rubbing the skin of your shin and up to your inner thigh. He reaches forward and moves your hand to replace it with his own. His pointer and middle finger rubbing harshly into your clit before he lands one hard tap on your pussy.
“Ngh, not too hard. ‘S sensitive..” You whimper.
Ran and Rin hate it. They’re fucking livid but they can’t seem to tear their eyes away from their phones. They feel even more disgusted that their cocks are hardening past their expensive dress pants as they watch you spread your cunt like a little fucking slut for another man. Have they not taught you anything? They’re so disappointed in you. Obviously, you need to be taught a lesson. One harsher than the last they gave you, a bruised, near bleeding ass wasn’t enough it seems. Maybe they’d lock you in a closet this time? Give you $50 dollars and make you live homeless for the rest of the remaining week and see how well you fend for yourself.
“I can’t believe this ungrateful slut..” Rindo mumbles under his breath, his throat dry from his own arousal.
“She’ll be back from her shopping trip soon. She’ll be sorry.” Ran adds on, his face void from any emotion but the tent in his pants saying otherwise.
“On your knees, again.” Sanzu says and leans back into the chair he’d been sitting in. He watches you sink back down to your knees, your smaller and manicured nails paling him through his pants. “Yeah.. that’s right.” Sanzu groans. You’re in the middle of taking out his cock when he speaks again.
“Tell me who you love more. Your Sanzu or your brothers?” The question startles both you and your brothers. Rin tensing his shoulders a bit while Ran squints his eyes slightly. They don’t like how long your taking to answer the question because the answer should be fucking obvious. Them. But instead, you look past the camera up at Sanzu with that stupid fucking look on your face.
“I don’t like it when you ask those kinds of questions..” You trail off, hand wrapped loosely around his impressive size.
“Tell me or I’ll send this to—” He's quickly cut off by your cries.
“You! You Sanzu! I love you more! Please don’t tell!” You plead, tears pooling at your eyes almost immediately and you didn’t even let him get the full threat out. You already knew what he was going to threaten you with, he often “teases” you about putting you and his little “relationship” on blast knowing full well Ran and Rindo would go absolutely insane if they found out. You weren’t wrong, because as soon as they see you— you’re in so much trouble to keep it at the simplest of terms.
“Ah, so cute..” Sanzu chuckles. “Relax, I won’t tell. Now come on, put it in your mouth..” He ushers gently.
Ran and Rindo watch on in pure and utter disgust as you lean over to place a glob of spit on the tip of his cock. You dainty hand strokes his shaft in long and leisurely strokes, twisting your hand as you do. You hummed in enjoyment as your tongue gave the underside of his cock one solid lick before swirling your wet muscle over the tip, your eyes looking up at the camera as you do.
Your smile as you looked up at him was so.. Naughty? Mischievous? Playful? Maybe a mix of all of the three. You looked like such a slut taking him into your mouth with such ease. Sanzu should be thanking Rindo and Ran for how well you’re taking his cock down your throat. They’re the ones that trained you to properly take a dick. Sanzu grunts behind the camera, his other hand coming back into frame to grab a fistful of your hair. He holds your head in place and begins to fuck up into your mouth the sounds leaving you so disgusting and obscene as his cock head punches the back of your throat. The two brothers continue to watch, both their cocks incredibly hard, aching for a release at the sight of you getting your mouth fucked.
“Tongue out, angel.” Sanzu says through a grunt. Your hand wraps around his cock once more and gives him quick and short strokes as he nears his release. Sanzu can feel his balls tightening, his thighs tensing up as he’s on the onset of his high. You open your mouth, tongue hanging out awaiting the hot load Sanzu was seconds away from hitting your tongue. The warm muscle was massaging the head of his cock, right on the underside. Sanzu came with a groan of your name, spilling his load all over your pink tongue.
“Say ahh.” Sanzu chuckles breathlessly.
“Ahh~!” You giggle, wiggling your tongue from side to side before pulling it back into your mouth to swallow the seed that sullied your tastebuds.
The video abruptly ends and as if on cue both the brothers get a text from none other than the pink haired psychopath himself.
Sanzu
‘Oops. I didn’t mean to send that.. Your sister’s a bit of a slut isn’t she~? Ah, I’m sure you perverts know that anyway. Do I have your blessing~? ♡’
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yandere!akashi takeomi
tw: yandere, blackmail, forced marriage, manipulation, hinted misoginy and infatilization, possible murder
note: i have no explanation, i can just say that this man has to much power over me
warning: no proofreading
Thinking about yandere!bonten!Takeomi who uses your dad’s debt as excuse to make you his little housewife <3
Why are you crying? You should be happy that your father was in debt only with him, anyone else would have killed you within seconds or even sold you to a brothel.
Takeomi will treat better than your good-for-nothing father or any other men you had ever met, so don’t be a fucking brat and accept your new life.
Uhm, what ? You suspect that Takeomi made your father’s debt grow? Oh you silly, little girl, these things shouldn’t bother your pretty brain. These matters concern adults only, so why don’t you start thinking about the ceremony?
He will give you all his cards, so spend all the money that you want, money isn’t an issue. Buy the most expensive wedding dress, choose the newest model of heels and newest shining jewels.
Ah so you want to behave like a brat and try to escape? Well let’s say that someone will pay a visit to your father.
Takeomi loves seeing your fearful expression when he mentions your father’s fate, knowing well that you care so much for your beloved dad and that if something ever happens to him, you would never forgive yourself.
He can’t wait to tame you and mold you into his perfect little housewife <3
So darling, choose wisely or someone else will pay the consequences of your actions
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is there a possibility for a crush pt 3? 😳 also; yn and the 4 fall asleep in the living room after drinking and yn wakes up to someone playing her, thrusting their fingers insider her from behind, thinks its iwa until a figure a few feet from them turns in their sleep revealing her boyfriend and she finds out its mattsun behind her and he starts breeding her
C R U S H | BONUS 2
Another anon asked : crush 2 filled my thoughts w mattsun ntr-ing iwa's gf but darker 😫 like maybe he found something he can blackmail iwa's gf for and they shag ++ he gets off on fucking her while iwa is near and might catch them
Imma kill two birds with one stone. This thought was so sexy mhmmmmm ( maybe it won’t have new parts, unless I decide to make a 3rd part) but these little spin offs of your thirsts based on Crush AGHHH are bonuses huhu [ honestly this could be considered as a third part so yeah ]
Matsukawa Issei x fem!reader
cw: [ READ WARNINGS BEFORE READING THE FIC ]noncon, somno, netotare, cheating, noncon filming, manipulation, blackmail, also kinda dubcon in some parts, noncon breeding, size kink , coercion
wc: 3.6k +
Crush : Part 1 , Part 2 , Bonus 1
For once, it felt normal.
The way Makki struggled to put the tiny person pieces into his car and how Mattsun would sometimes spin the wheel of life too hard that it flies like a U.F.O off the board, Oikawa making the most predictable and even most dick move decisions with Iwaizumi telling him that he was shitty for his dumb egoistic choices that only benefited him, all this made it seem your friendship with your boyfriend’s friends normal. It was just any other game night with banter, jokes and some beer and chips.
By 1 am the ‘Game of Life’ was forgotten for Twister but that just ended up with everyone drunkenly piling on top of each other. Hajime’s cheeks were flushed from alcohol as he sloppily tried to reach for the blue circle with Oikawa bent over in front of him.
“Oh, Iwa-chan, I didn’t think you’d want me like that,” Oikawa winked, joking in slurs while you laughed at your boyfriend’s flustered and scowling face. Iwaizumi swept Oikawa by the ankle with his feet making the setter fall flat on his face and you double over with laughter, tipsy and close to drunk.
Then charades ensued after Twister was abandoned which was the last game that tired everyone out to the point everyone passed out in the living room floor with you curled up into your boyfriend’s warm body, nestled between him and his friends, several blankets draped over you bodies.
Mattsun stirred and squinted at the balcony to see the sky still dark and moonless, waking up from a very pleasant dream. He knew what he had dreamt he just at the moment couldn’t recall what but when he shifted from his back to his side, so close to the familiar scent that haunted him for years and brushing against the warm body, it came back to him instantly. And he was immediately aware of his rock hard erection nudging against the plump of your ass.
“S-shit,” he hissed, the mere friction on his cock making him repress a moan. It didn’t help when you wriggled closer to him your back pressed against his broad, tall torso, a soft hum leaving you at his warmth and snuggling beneath his blanket.
Mattsun took steady and deep breaths, telling himself to calm down and take care of his problem on his own but how could he do that when you were just right there? So close to him that his groin was nestled against your rear.
Fuck it. They’re all passed out drunk anyways, I’ll just jerk off. He told himself but how did his hands find the curve of your body instead of his aching cock?
In a trance, he let his hands roam your body beneath the oversized t-shirt, feeling your skin prickle at his cold touch, your nipples hardening instantly with a simple brush of his index finger. He inched closer, curving your body against his and gingerly hoisting one leg over his hip to open you up for him as he cupped your breast gently, feeling the soft flesh while his other hand travelled down your abdomen, slipping beneath your panties to find your clit massaging the bud in a slow, languid pace.
“Mhm…”you softly responded, brows furrowing and squirming a little but you still remained asleep.
Mattsun buried his nose into the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping the skin. He rolled the stiff nipple of your breast between his fingers, tugging and pinching but soothing it with soft squeezes. He felt your hips jerk slightly up into his hand, he smirked at how slutty you were even when you were asleep. Taking his time, he spread the lips of your pussy with his index and ring finger, the middle one dipping into your entrance feeling the wetness that flowed out of you before spreading it all over your cunt. He felt his cock throb, remembering how he had once fucked you, split you with his thick cock and filled your cunny with his cum. That one time. He hasn’t been able to have a taste of your cunt in awhile, Iwaizumi being mad about him and Makki cumming inside of you that he willed that they weren’t allowed to fuck you till he deemed it proper. Instead, Iwa made them watch him fuck you, allowing them to play with your tits and pussy with their hands or toys, and to only jerk off and cum on your skin.
Well, Mattsun wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip from his fingers. No. He was going to get his fill of you. He wanted to see that tear glazed gaze of yours when he fucked you. He had felt something different then, something magnetic. He was sure you felt it too.
Once his fingers were coated enough with your slick, he pushed two digits into your tight hole slowly, feeling the way your walls open up and wrap around his fingers. You whimpered at the feeling and clenched around him.
“Good girl,” he purred, not caring that you didn’t hear him. He sunk his fingers in till he was knuckle deep inside of you, his finger tip brushing against the hard yet soft fleshy gate of your cervix. More wetness dripped from your cunt, getting aroused even in your passed out state. Experimentally, he curled his digits inside you. Your back arched, pressing your ass against his cock again making him rub himself on you, carefully humping you.
He thrusted his fingers in and out, emitting soft squelching noises from your dripping wet cunt and even the cutest moans from your lips. They were soft melodious refrains to his ears and he relished the soft gummy walls clinging around his intruding fingers.
“Hajime,” you moaned.
Mattsun’s teeth ground against each other but still he continued, in fact, he found himself getting off at how’d you’d react when you find out it wasn’t him. His fingers fucking into you gently at first grew rougher, the assault and the shocks of pleasure waking you up.
“Hajime, what are you—
“Sorry to break it to you Y/N,” a deep voice that was familiar but did not belong to your boyfriend growled in your ear. “But guess again.”
Your body stiffened, walls tightening around the fingers knuckle deep inside your cunt that it began to sting rather than stoke your arousal. Eyes snapping open, you forced them to adjust to the dark room trying to wriggle away from who you were sure was supposed to be Iwaizumi.
But no.
Your sweet Hajime was a foot away from you, lying on his back, mouth ajar as he slept soundly. You opened your mouth to call out to him but the hand that had been keeping your breast warm and playing with your sensitive peaks cupped your mouth and that voice spoke again.
“Shh, baby, you don’t want to wake him up, do you?” Mattsun slipped his fingers out of you, your thighs trembling at the sudden emptiness but jerking when his fingers messaged your sensitive throbbing clit. “Do you really want Iwa to wake up to you moaning like a whore around my fingers instead of his?” His hand returned to your cunt immediately.
“Issei,” you whimpered. Finally, you called out his name. You craned your neck to look at him, only to be met by intensely dark, pupil blown eyes. “D-don’t do this. We can’t. Iwa will get mad.”
“Well he won’t if he doesn’t find out,” he applied more pressure on your clit. You bit the inside of your cheek to not let a moan escape you. You couldn’t. You mustn’t.
“Fuck, baby, do you feel how wet you are? You’re making such a mess,” he whispered in your ear, his fingers spreading your slick all over and your walls clenched around nothing, now completely aware of how embarrassingly dripping you were. “You want a cock to stuff your needy little pussy don’t you? Of course you do. Remember how good my cock felt inside you? Filling you up, spreading your pretty lips apart.”
“Issei, stop, he might wake up!” You hissed, trying to move his hands off of you, unaware of how his hand that wasn’t shoved down your drenched panties was nudging his sweats down, low enough to let his cock spring loose.
“Yeah? Well then keep quiet or else I’ll tell your boyfriend how you begged me to stuff your cunt since he couldn’t,”He pulled the flimsy fabric aside and rubbed the round bulbous tip along your slit, your thighs shaking at the feeling that mixed with fear and guilt.
“But that’s not true,” you whimpered, lips trembling and close to crying. “Issei, you’re being mean. Please stop.”
“Stop being a cry baby, you know I’m weak for you,” his gaze sharpened, making you feel so much smaller than you already were. “You know that right?” He pulled you plush against him, the head of his cock caught by your entrance. He groaned as he felt the pulsates of your pussy, his patience wearing thin. “I fucking adore you. It’s not fair that Iwa gets to have you all too himself. Didn’t you miss how I feel inside of you? Remember how good that felt?”
You did. How could you not remember? You had never taken a cock so thick and long before Issei. The greed for touch and for the relief of the ache in your lower belly that he had created was beginning to fog all logic. His deep voice uttering such lewd words in your ears that sent a shiver straight down to your core and the way his hands groped and fondled you, your body couldn’t deny how good it feels.
Issei popped the head of his cock inside your entrance, electric pleasure shooting through your body.
“Do you really want Iwa to see how slutty you look? He’ll believe me more than he would believe you should he see us,” Mattsun knew he was being harsh with you, instilling fear so that he could have his way with you, to feel you, to have a chance to make love to you. His threats sounded so plausible but you didn’t know that it was just a lie. Iwa would believe you in a heartbeat, there was no doubt about that. But sweet and gullible you, didn’t have to know that.
Your lip was caught in between your teeth, not sure if you were trying to fight back the moans that wanted to escape or to cry. Your fingers clutched the blanket draped over you and Issei, hiding your almost connected bodies from the rest and your sound asleep boyfriend.
Guilt and shame clawed at your chest. You were lying so close to him, your heart ached. It would break his heart if he catches you like this, with Issei’s cock invading your cunt.
“Issei,” you whimpered, trying to wriggle away but his hold on your hips was strong and kept you trapped against him. You didn’t know what to say. The lips that peppered gentle kisses along your neck didn’t soothe the ache in your heart.
“Be a good girl for me, hm?” He pushed his cock further, your hand covering your mouth to muffle your soft cries, the sensation of him opening and stretching your walls being all too much for you. It was just as it had felt before. The feeling as if you’re being stretched to the brim, struggling to accommodate his thick, hot, throbbing length. “Relax, baby.” He cooed, his fingers resuming to massage your clit, a high pitched muffled moan leaving you. “That’s it. Good girl. You’re doing so well.”
It was too much. The scrape of his cock gliding through your walls had your cunt clenching, wanting to suck him inside of you despite the fact it wasn’t your boyfriend. You didn’t know what it was but everything felt heightened, you could feel every microscopic movement and touch, even the veins that protruded his length that were so mouth-wateringly pretty from your memory.
If you didn’t go through with this… You couldn’t finish that thought, too frightened of the consequence should you not comply. Too lost in your thoughts and forcing yourself to remain as quiet as you could, you didn’t hear the soft sound of a phone beginning to record.
His hand had left your clit and had grabbed his phone, angling it in a way your lower lips split around his cock was in frame, the way his length disappeared inside of your wet hole caught on camera.
Mattsun stilled once he was all the way inside you, eyes closing and tummy filling with mild satisfaction to be buried inside your velvety walls. Without giving you a warning, he began to move, cock gliding in and out so easily that he couldn’t believe you didn’t want this. You couldn’t see the flash on his phone beneath the thick blanket recording the way your body betrayed you, creaming around his cock while you were too busy trying to focus on not making a sound and calm your pants, mind still in conflict despite how full he made you feel.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he purred in your ear, setting a steady rhythm, the throb in your clit and the friction against your walls making you whine and flutter round him. Why did it feel so good? Your body was melting for him the same way it does for Hajime. How could you do this? You were keeping your eyes shut, too scared to open them since Hajime was only a foot away from you.
Mattsun put his phone away after a couple seconds and pulled out, only to crawl on top of you and forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he buries himself inside of you once more, the new position making him bury even more deeper than before. Your arms wrapped around him as if to embrace him as his hips began rutting into you, your body jolting with each deep stroke and sending continuous rippling waves of pleasure through your body.
“Issei,” you moaned into his neck, holding onto him for fear life, legs tightening around his waist. “You’re so deep—Ah!”
Mattsun captured your moans in his mouth, his lips kissing you passionately and tongue invading your parted lips, with you unable to stop him. A low grunt came from beside the two of you and you froze, body tensing and instantly shamefully relieved when you heard the soft snores form Iwaizumi continue. He mustn’t know, you told yourself repeatedly, glueing your palm to your mouth when Issei pulled away.
Unlike you, he was on cloud nine. His hips were in a trance that felt unending, his body craved to remain one with yours. Your lashes were wet as you keen, taking every thrust so obediently. Mattsun would be lying if he didn’t find the sight of you like this, falling apart on his cock, so erotic. And the thrill of Iwaizumi finding out should he wake up was a rush that had him fucking harder into you, knowing his friends all too well that they’d be dead asleep whenever they get drunk. Despite the other bodies lying on either side of the both of you, others who also wanted to be in his place, he had you all to himself.
Breaths hot and heavy, your nails dug into the skin of his back, feeling the movements of his muscles as he rocked into you. The pressure inside you had been building up since the first thrust and had increased a thousandfold as he got faster, harder, rougher, easily bringing you close to your release. Til he had you digging your nails into his back and biting your lip so hard you could draw blood.
“Fucking take me baby, fuck,” Issei rasped in your ear, feeling the delicious way your cunt had begun to suck him in, clenching around him tighter and tighter. He wanted to feel you cum all over his cock, he needed to feel your release splay onto his thighs and drip down yours, despite wanting to keep this secret, he wanted you to make a mess. “Taking me so well. C’mon baby, tell me I fuck you better than Iwa. Tell me how good my cock makes you feel.” He whispered, words entering one ear and going out the other, not really absorbing them as your mind was fogged with none other than the sweet pleasure he was making you feel. If you were in anyway having your senses together, you’d feel ashamed and even guilty with his words.
But a deeper part of you wanted to respond, wanted to tell him how good his cock feels, how it made you feel so full and needy. It was dizzying.
“I’ll breed your little cunt when and where I want to,” he growled, the snap of his hips growing unbearably faster it was a miracle none of them had woken up yet.
And just like that, you couldn’t hold back. You lost yourself. Right or wrong didn’t matter. How could it with the way pleasure ripped through your body, a fluttering orgasm that wet his cock and your spasming thighs.
“No,” you murmured, palms pressed against his chest, a poor attempt to stop him from chasing his release. “Don’t—Issei. Not inside. Don’t.”
Your desperately whispered words fell on deaf ears when his lips against your ear let a deep groan slip pass, his hips stilling, his cock twitching. Then you felt it. That famair sensation of heat filling your lower belly, something only Iwaizumi has ever done. You could feel every drop spill inside your womb as he breathed hot and heavy in your ear, body not able to move from your orgasm.
In your moment of shock, Issei had the time to relish the feeling of spilling his cum inside you, feeling the excess that your womb could no longer take drip out your cunt. His hand fumbled for his phone, pulling his cock out a little to see the mix of yours and his cum coating his length, and quickly took another short video. Thrusting into you slowly, his cum making the glide in and out easy, he caught the sight on camera. Your pussy stained and dripping with his cum as he slowly fucks it into you, making sure to even pull away from the close up to capture your blissed out, eyes shut furrowed expression.
Something to show Makki some time with bragging rights but hide from Iwa and Oikawa, knowing that if he showed Tooru, he’d tell Iwa. Not only that, with this, he had something to hold against you so that he could have you to himself like this morning often.
He wanted to say sorry. He really did but there was no point in saying it when he didn’t feel remorse.
Gently, Issei placed a kiss on your temple before pulling out and readjusting your underwear back in place, assuming the position before any of this had happened. You were too breathless to move, body recovering from bliss that Issei wrongly pulled from you.
“Hey,” he softly spoke, pulling you close to him. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” He caressed your cheek, readjusting the oversized t-shirt you wore. You blinked up at the ceiling for a couple moments, lip between your teeth feeling your body tremble and tears slowly stream down your cheeks.
He held you closer. Your face was buried into his chest as he cooed and hushed you, having no choice but to cry and seek comfort from him since you couldn’t and wouldn’t tell Iwa about what happened.
“Issei,” you sobbed quietly, fisting the fabric of his shirt unsure if what you felt was anger or sadness.
“Im here, Y/N, I’m here.” His large, lean arms wrapped around you, trapping you in an embrace. “Iwa won’t have to know, baby. It’s our secret. I just couldn’t hold myself back…” he went in circles, trying to find the right words. “I just…I love you. You understand that right?”
You couldn’t answer, too busy softly crying into his shirt, confused and emotions mixed. “I—I told you,” you sniffled. “Not to come inside.”
“You’re mad about that?” He asked, frowning a little. That was it? You answered him with a nod, unaware of how he stared at your flushed, puffy face with adoration. He deeply sighed and held you tighter, telling you what you wanted to hear. “It’s okay. Iwa doesn’t have to know. Besides I did it the first time remember? You looked so cute filled with my cum.” He says all this while pressing soft kisses on your face, hearing and feeling you calm down in his hold, hesitantly succumbing to him.
Yet that foreboding feeling in your chest didn’t subside.
Eventually, Issei had fallen asleep, your silence in the dead of night made him think you were too, but you weren’t. Your heart ached to reach out for Hajime, to guide you, to tell you everything was alright…to forgive you. But you couldn’t tell him and Issei got that right. You couldn’t even begin to process if it was Issei’s fault or yours. He merely loved you and you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t enjoy yourself.
The living room was gently lit in a light blue hue, the sun taking it’s time to rise. You slowly peeled away from Issei’s hold and turned to your other side, to your right where Hajime was peacefully fast asleep.
And like a kitten that remembers home, you shifted closer to him, wanting to feel the simple familiarity of him. With your head on his chest, ear pressed on it to hear the beat of his heart and an arm draped over his frame, you closed your eyes.
“You okay love?” His soft, gruff voice croaked out sleepily.
You opened your eyes to life your gaze to his face. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was a steady as ever. He wrapped his arms around you and you shakily let out a breath, yours and Issei’s secret eating away at you.
“I—,” you hesitated. The moment of silence something a sleepy Iwaizumi wouldn’t be able to decipher. “I’m fine.”
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part 1
tw. blackmailing, non consensual recording, manipulation, degradation, orgasm denial.
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“n-no,” you said, shaking your head vehemently.
rintarou hummed, trailing a finger down your cheek. “but, you said you’ll do anything. you promised.”
your eyes widen, you did promise that you would do anything. and this was for the sake your reputation, if anyone found or saw those videos, your social life would be over. “b-but, i’ve never...”
rintarou paused, “innocent act isn’t so fake, huh? you’re a virgin, l/n-san?” you shook your head, you weren’t a virgin. mentally rintarou pat his shoulder. “then, what is the problem? l/n-san does keep her promises, right?” he smirked inwardly. hook, line, and sinker.
“i do keep my promises.” you insisted. “i’ve never had s-, y’know, in public before.”
rintarou hummed, “sex in public is a no go, hm?” you nod shyly. “but, masturbating is?”
“that’s different!” you say defensively.
“how is it different?” rintarou shot back, inwardly laughing at the exasperated look slowly crawling onto your features.
you sigh, “if i do this, you’ll delete the videos?”
“of course,” not.
you nod then, “okay. but, please be careful, suna-san.” you said, eyeing the carpet ground. “i don’t want carpet burn.”
“i’ll wouldn’t dare mark your pretty skin, i’ll treat you like a doll.” he lazily smirked.
as gently as rintarou could be without acting too overly eager, he laid you against the ground, bunching your skirt up to your waist before looping his fingers through your panties. pulling them down, he could only groan at the sight of your wet cunt staring at him. “you look so good, l/n-san.” he praised quietly.
“suna-san, don’t say those things.” you requested quietly, turning your head to the side. you gasp suddenly, feeling something warm and wet against your clit. as his tongue circled around your bud and up and down your folds, you placed your hand against your lips, refusing to make another sound. you wither when you feel his finger push in, whimpers breaking free when he adds another.
“move your hand,” rintarou ordered, and you did as told, keeping your mouth closed tightly. suddenly, your legs were pushed up towards your shoulders, presenting your dripping cunt. “look at you, your cunt so wet and dripping.”
“suna-san!”
“i know, i know. don’t say those things!” he mocked, diving back in and latching onto your cunt. he licked and bit, and sucked, leaving you a whimpering mess. but you needed more.
“your fingers, suna-san.” you finally said, sighing in quiet relief when he pulled away and allowed you legs back on the ground.
“i have something better than fingers, l/n-san.” rintarou said, unbuttoning his pants and yanking them down to his knees. the noticeable bludge in his briefs caused you to gulp, he looked big. “don’t look so scared, pretty girl. i promised to go slow, and be careful.” but not for long, he added in his mind. he was determined to fuck you silly, fuck you to the point where you’ll want nothing else but his cock.
“o-okay, just... don’t hurt me, please.” you look into his eyes, blinking in confusion at the sudden look in rintarou’s eyes, it was quiet for a moment as he continued to stare down at you. then, he was nodding, muttering something incoherent.
the pressure against your entrance caused your fingers to latch onto the skin of his biceps, mouth dropping slightly as his hips thrusted. soft whimpers left your mouth, as pressure begin to build, the steady drag of his cock against your gummy walls.
but the slow pace was starting to get tedious and you needed more. “faster, suna-san… please.” you pled, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.
rintarou only hummed quietly, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he stared unfocused between you both. the slow drag of his cock in and out, the way your tight weeping hole sucked him back in greedily. “fuck,” he whispered. “you’re so tight, l/n-san.”
“suna- ah!” you moan filthy, legs locking tightly around his waist in an attempt at bringing him closer. his hands gripped at the skin of your hips, leaving behind harsh imprints that burned you up inside.
“you’re taking me so good,” you fluster at his words, but couldn’t fix your mouth to scold him again. his words were dirty yet caused your cunt to drool. “so fucking wet, you want me to go faster, yeah?”
“yeah…” you repeated after him, nodding. your eyes meeting his.
“yeah,” he smirked, eyebrow jumping upwards slightly.
his hands left your hips and positioned themselves around your head, and the sounds of skin meeting skin immediately fills up the room, your moan rise in pitch as your own fingers latch onto his sides and dig.
you quickly become unfocused, eyes widening as your mouth form an ‘o’ shape. “good, so good,” you whimper out around your moans, squealing softly when rintarou leaned down and bit along the column of your neck. he sucked and licked a bruise into the skin, groaning out his own pleasure.
“feels good?” he muttered against your neck, you moan in reply and he laughs breathlessly, leaning away and back. he stared you down, eyes hungrily taking in your body. “you feel good, you know?” he smirked when you turned your head, obviously too shy to hear what he had to say. “tight around my cock, so warm and wet. but, you don’t want to hear that, right?”
“p-please, don’t say those things, suna-san.” you requested, intaking air as you feel your stomach tighten and your muscle lock.
“i’ll keep those videos, l/n-san,” rintarou whispered, watching as your eyes began to focus up. “and this one,” he said, hand coming between you both as he began to thumb at your swollen clit.
you couldn’t respond as your orgasm began to come over you in waves, sending chills through your spine, but just as quick rintarou removed his thumb from your clit. smirking as your orgasm disappeared and your walls fluttered around his cock at the sudden lost.
“that’s not a problem is it?” he said as your high was completely ripped from you, looking into your teary eyes, mischief dancing in his.
and you began to realize slowly that he was never trying to get into your pants, your teary eyes finding the hidden camera pointed toward you both.
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I HATE YOU (I NEED YOU) || mitsuya takashi x fem reader
» summary: a late night at the office turns out to be your opportunity to finally ruin your boss, the bane of your existence, Mitsuya Takashi.
» contains: 2.2k+ words. office au, femdom! sadist reader, sub! masochist mitsuya, anal fingering, usage of sex toys (vibrator), light degradation, blackmailing, semi-public sex, slight dumbification, spitting, spanking/impact play (with hands only), slapping, slight delusional reader (just that she thinks that mitsuya is making her life horrible), manipulation (kinda), usage of the word ‘sir’, no beta meh lazy
» end note: an entry for she's a maneater collab <;3 hating the way this ended, the summary makes me want to puke
» mention(s): @kisakunt
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Mitsuya Takashi
The infamous CEO of TM company, the handsome and young genius head that everyone envies. The bastard who gained the favor of every employee, bowing down at him like he's some sort of God. Confidently striding down the hallway, dominance and confidence radiating off of him. Passing by the hallways with that stupid warm smile on his face. God it pisses you off.
You don't know when or how it all started, how that inexplicable hatred turned into abhorrence, not that you care, honestly. Just breathing the same air as him is fucking outrageous. Sharing the same room, seeing him almost every second of the day, your entire life.
It's infuriating and makes your blood boil every time you see him. Every time you hear his name, your patience wears thin, all you wanted to do was to wipe that smile off his face.
“Ah miss L/n aren't these the documents I ordered you to revise last week? Why haven't you finished it yet? Are you slacking off on your job?” there's something underlying his tone you think– something hinting with spite and entertainment. it's driving you insane. It's the same voice he used to woo those idiot coworkers of yours, that voice that kept on haunting you even in the dead of night.
“I apologize sir, I'll finish it before the end of the day” you could feel the mocking gazes from the other employees, throwing you an amused grin. It's fucking annoying, it's all because of that stupid guy. He must be relishing the opportunity to humiliate you in front of all the employees.
“Good luck y/n, don't tire yourself. As soon as you finish go home alright” your friend patted your back, packing her things before clocking out. The once busy and crowded office is now quiet and dark. The others had already gone home and left you here.
It's night already and you haven't finished these darned documents yet. Your stomach is already growling from hunger, but you can't not with these documents you need to finish. If it wasn't because of that guy.
It's already 9 pm when you finally finished your task, finally revised the documents he ordered. Gathering your things, you made your way to that asshole's office, resisting the urge to shove it in his face.
The walk to his office is quiet, except the sound of your heels clacking. It's strange that it's eerily quiet, sure it's nighttime but it's never quiet this time of the day. You stood by your boss's door. Knocking once– no answer, twice– still no answer.
That strange feeling resurfacing once again, you wanted to leave it there, to walk away and leave the building. The noises from inside weren't helping either, it only fueled your scorching curiosity. You couldn't wait any longer, opting to satiate your curiosity, you pushed the door open, unable to resist. Stepping inside, you were met with a sight you never expected.
Mitsuya is moaning shamelessly, his eyes clenched shut as his stomach lies flat at his office table. Bucking his hips into the air, you saw something sparkle amidst the dim surrounding, vibrating noises infiltrating your ears.
That's right, you finally realized what it was—a vibrator. He looks like an idiot—he must be sick, with no decency, even in the office. He was so immersed that he didn't feel it when you finally stepped inside, taking out your phone and taking photos of him. Your friend would never believe this.
You decided you'll make this fun, you'll be having the best night of your life. Payback. You moved as discreetly as possible, striding to stand behind him, watching how he's practically shaking from the vibrations.
“Ahh y/n please fuck me more, you're so good” You smirked, listening to his moans and whimpers. He moaned out your name, how cute, what a perverted boss he is.
Removing the vibrator on his ass, you pushed his head down the table surprisingly. “I know you're such a fucking perv” his cheeks were mushed into his table, streaks of tears slipping from his face into the papers.
Even if you loathed this man seeing him all submissive really turns you on, seeing his rim fluttering made you want to annoy the hell out of him.
You trace your finger over the curve of his ass into his hole, observing his every expression. Needy, too aroused, anticipating your every movement, trembling from the cold and from excitement.
You slid your pointer finger into his rim, prodding around to find his prostate. The look on his face is fucking gorgeous. Made you want to fuck him then and there, to eat him up.
“Ah you shouldn't be enjoying this sir, wouldn't it be scandalous if someone finds you in this position?” Your words were coated with mockery, tinged with hints of malice.
For sure, you'd love it if someone surprisingly walked in, seeing their oh-so-perfect boss getting fingered by his mere employee, getting dominated by someone who's much lower than him.
You pointer finger is already knuckles deep, enjoying the way he'll tighten around your finger, sucking him in. Feeling him losing up you inserted another finger, middle and pointer finger hitting his prostate ever so perfectly.
Mitsuya couldn't help it, it felt good– you felt too good. Better than all his toys combine, better than what he imagined it will be.
“Y-y/n keep going, fuck I'm gonna cum” Your fingers curved upwards, causing him to lurch forward and drop all of his belongings on the ground. It feels so fucking good, he wants more. He yearns for more. More than your fingers, he wants you.
Smack, a harsh slap, startled him from his trance. The pain made him mewl in pain and delight, the lingering ache sending a gush of blood to his aching cock, already leaking with cum.
"Pathetic, now you're a masochist?" you land another hard slap into his ass, your chest swelling with pride the longer you stare at your masterpiece. His skin is already blooming red, he's too sensitive and to you it looks adorable.
He would look more beautiful if his body was all tied up, maybe even dolled up, or better yet, decorated with marks, leaving him sobbing and whimpering from the pain you inflicted. That would be incredible.
The fingers inside him still kept on moving, with him bucking his hips to help him reach his peak. You find it quite amusing to see him in such a ridiculous state, so pathetic, so easy to manipulate. His little ah ah ah's are entrancing, something unexpected for such a man who's envied by many. If only they knew.
“I'm gonna cum!” just as he said those words you pulled back, leaving him high and dry. Mitsuya whined at the feeling, missing the fingers that were once shoved up in his ass, those same fingers he imagined everyday.
He wants to cum, fuck, he wants you to see how a good boy he could be. “Ah but why should I let you cum? It's late already. I should probably head home, no?"
It's really hilarious to watch that same guy who walked confidently turn into this, begging you incessantly.
It's satisfying to see him stare at you with doe eyes, his face struck with tears and drool. “Y/n, I'll do anything!” Ah, hearing those words feeds your ego, fulfilling your every desire.
“Is this really something a CEO would do? Just from a photo of you using a sex toy inside the office, you must be so desperate sir” you sat at his swivel chair, the domineering aura from you made Mitsuya tremble in fear and arousal. He wishes for this, he dreamt of it countless times but seeing it in reality is much more exhilarating, much better.
“Yes, I'm desperate, please please fuck me” he's already compliant, was he this much of a pervert. Is he really the same guy you hate with every fiber of your being?
Is Mitsuya Takashi the real guy who made the company flourish in just a matter of a few years? Was he really the same guy who owns the biggest company in Japan? “Fine since you asked so nicely.”
You sat back at his swivel chair, skirt and underwear already discarded. Spreading your legs, you beckoned for him to come closer. “Why don't you make me feel good first?”
You look so enticing, so perfect. your pussy on full display, dripping with slick. Mitsuya got down on his knees, eyeing you and your fluttering hole back to back. He wants to taste you already, to get lost in your taste.
“Get to work already, need I remind you that I'm one step away from posting your photo” he shivered from your tone, there's no ounce that you were kidding. He's afraid that you'll do it, that you'll post his photo, but that was easily replaced with gratitude and excitement.
“Thank you y/n” he delved into your folds, licking your hole up to your clit, rolling the swollen clit in between his teeth.
You taste so immaculate, something that he can only imagine before, but now he's really tasting it, he's finally doing it.
“Fuck keep going” his tongue works like magic, thrusting his tongue into your cunt, savoring every part of you, licking your insides, he feels good. Gripping his hair, you pushed him deeper into your pussy, practically riding his face. Every buck of your hips, you could feel the tip of his nose bumping your clit, making your eyes roll at the back of your head in ecstasy.
“Hng” he can't breathe, can't– won't, he wants to be suffocated by you, to get addicted to your taste. He wants it all, he wants to make you feel good, just like what he's feeling. Mitsuya slid his fingers to his cock, begging for attention, craving for your touch.
He wrapped his palm around his length, stroking it in sync with how you ride his face. “Get your fucking hand out of your cock right now” he can't hear anything, he can't when he's too focused on tongue fucking you.
He can't hear anything except the lewd sounds of him slurping your essence. He can't– not until, a hard slap had him stop for a moment, it stings, it burns. “Dumb already, can't listen to anything yeah? Shouldn't- fuck had to repeat myself, what you deaf now”
Every word dripped with animosity, he should be hurt, should be asking you for forgiveness, for saying those words when you should be the one begging for him– you're higher up.
But he doesn't, he's been mesmerized by you since day one, since you walked inside his office right now and did this to him. He doesn't cause in truth he wanted this more than anything else.
“Keep your hands on your back, touch that cock one more time and shit will happen” he wants to, god he wants to do it so badly, he wants to piss you off. But he'll settle for obeying you right now, he doesn't want to be seen as a brat at first, he wants you to take interest in him, to be good for you.
He gets back to work again. Lapping up at your folds, occasionally nipping your clit, “Shit- yeah just like that gonna fucking cum. Gonna cum at that whore mouth of yours” he wants it, wants to swallow your cum, he wants to fucking savor you.
“Fuck!” your orgasm washes over you, wracking your whole body. Still bucking your hips to ride out your high. This is by far the best orgasm of your life, for someone like him, he sure knows how to use his tongue. He must've done this before.
Leaning back to the chair you watched as his eyes stared at yours, batting his eyelashes, you know what he wants but you're not going to grant him that.
“Sir, you should know that when you need something, you should say it straight to the point” you wanted him to beg, beg like a useless whore that he is. You want to make him feel humiliated, to swoop him from his position. He should definitely learn his place.
“Uhm, I want you to fuck me” it's quiet and unclear, but you heard the grasp of it, you heard– “You sure have a loud mouth whenever you order your employees but why are you suddenly being shy and timid right now”
He knows he's not usually like this, he wasn't shy, wasn't submissive but you, God you made him want to be a fucking slut for you. He wants you to claim his ass, to own his dick, his whole body, make him your own pet.
“Please fuck me!” he shouted, finally finding the courage to tell it straightforwardly. You heard but– that still doesn't mean you'll give him the satisfaction.
“But you see I can't do that. I can only do one thing sir, and that is to keep your little secret, aren't I kind?” his eyes widened, this wasn't supposed to happen, he wants you now.
He wants you to fuck him, to do all those things with him. “N-no wait!” he watched with wide eyes as you fixed yourself, putting your skirt back on and walked through the door. His cock still erect– this wasn't supposed to happen.
“Don't worry sir, I'll make sure to keep your secret safe.”
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𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢 (𝔪)
eren jaeger x fem!reader
warnings: dubcon/noncon, manipulation, toxic relationship, cheating threats, shitty eren, tattooed!eren, blackmail, facefucking, oral (m receiving)
word count: 1.8k
a/n: hello im back :)) please enjoy <3
you hate it when it gets like this.
blaring sirens fade to nothingness outside, red and blue lights flashing through the fabric of the curtains. it’s dark outside, cold, the view obscured with the rain but you can hear the people outside, the faint crying through the walls, slurring together with the thumping of music on the other side. it smells, that bittersweet scent of cigarette smoke you’ve become so accustomed to, almost conditioned into after every time.
every time your throat burns, like punishment almost for your screams. your cheeks are blotchy, eyes red and you sniffle as you sit at the end of the bed, rubbing at your face with the scratchy toilet tissue paper disintegrating into dust from being clenched in your sweaty palms. you can feel his eyes burning into you.
they’re such beautiful emeralds. the first thing you noticed about him, along with his boyish smile, his stupid arrogance but he was so wholesome, so precious. just a pure heart. it’s no wonder you fell in love.
sometimes you wonder if that’s why you’re still in love. whether you’re just clinging to faded hopes and old memories, a shadow of who he is now.
he’s unrecognisable when you glance in the cracked mirror opposite the bed, your eyes meeting his reflection as he lounges in the chair. he’s shirtless, the tattoos etched on his skin looking like they’re flickering in the dim light. dark hair falls in his eyes, long and messy, spilling from the bun. he’s brooding, of course. thick brows drawn in a frown, the vein throbbing in his temple, even as he exhales the clouds of smoke from the lit cigarette held between his fingers.
your knees feel weak as you get to your feet, trembling as you edge towards the door for your coat but his voice is sharp, cutting through the room.
“where do you think you’re going?”
“i want to go home.” your eyes are tired but they sting with fresh tears as you slowly turn around, one hand reaching for your coat. your fingers grip the fur tight when eren gets to his feet. he walks slowly towards you, taking a long drag of his cigarette as his eyes bore into you, pinning you in place.
“stop being like that. for fuck’s sake.” he spits it and you can’t help but flinch, your bottom lip trembling as a tear rolls down your cheek. you try to wipe it away but eren’s quicker, his thumb swiping across your cheek, his lip curling with anger when your breath hitches in your throat. it’s not your fault- he just hates when you cry. “you don’t have to go.”
“but- but every time-” your voice is choked. you’re frustrated. you’re tired. “all we do is fight, eren. i’m sick of it.” why do you relax into the warmth of his palm when he strokes your tear-stained cheek, your eyes fluttering shut as he blows his smoke, not caring how it gets into your face. the next part is a quiet whisper. “you’re just always so angry these days.”
eren’s hand drops from your face, his jaw clenching as he roughly stubs the cigarette out on the ashtray.
“i don’t get angry. i just-” he groans as he runs his hands through his hair with frustration, shaking his head. “you frustrate me. you do dumb shit all the time, stuff that you know just pisses me off and i lash out but-” there’s a rare softness to eren’s eyes, one that makes your heart skip a beat. he looks so young like this, so innocent, a trace of the man you fell in love with as a smile tugs at his lips, his emerald eyes glittering. “but that doesn’t mean i don’t care about you.” his hands are gentle as they cup your face, his coarse thumbs running along the skin of your cheeks. but his next words are forceful. “so you’re not going anywhere. sit back down.”
“eren-” you whine with desperation, tears threatening to spill as you try to pull away from his hold but he’s stronger than you, swiftly grabbing your arms and yanking you back into his hold. you cry out as you aimlessly try to wrestle out of his grip but it’s too easy for him- your heart thumps as he tosses you onto the bed, pinning you to the mattress as he glares down at you. “please, please-” his green eyes blur through your tears as you tremble below him. “just let me go home, eren. that’s all- i just want to go sleep.”
your heavy sobs fill the room but all eren does is stare at you, his face void of anything but anger. it felt like that was all he felt towards you these days. but you’re relieved when his legs lift off you as he stands at the edge of the bed, letting you cry as you hesitantly sit up.
“will you come back tomorrow?” you nod eagerly, hiccuping as you wipe your red eyes but there’s still the crease between his brows. “i’ll let you go but first-” the hope rising in you vanishes as his fingers suddenly grip your hair, yanking you towards his crotch. “make me feel better.”
“eren- stop!” you’re disgusted at the growing bulge straining at the front of his grey sweatpants but eren’s fingers just grip your hair tighter, yanking you roughly as you yelp.
“stop being such a little bitch- you wanna leave me for now? fucking earn it.” your scalp burns and you cry as he tugs at you harshly, pressing your face against his clothed erection and rutting his hips against you. “you don’t want to? well then you’re staying here. you’re not going anywhere or i swear to god if you do-” he gives a particular rough yank of your hair that has you squealing with pain. “i’ll go fuck some other bitch. i’ll go fuck someone else much better than you and leave your stupid ass for good.”
his words sting, a harsh blow that has your eyes filling with fresh tears. your heart feels cold and heavy.
hands shaking, you close your fingers against his, trying to prise his grip away from you as you cry. what would you do without him? he’s all you know, a habit- no, an addiction- formed over so many years. you’d die without him.
“okay- okay- just stop-” he’s rough as he releases you, shoving you roughly as tears stream down your face. you feel stupid, pathetic and helpless as your trembling hands reach for the waistband of his sweatpants, ignoring the nausea growing in your throat, the plea in your own head to not let him walk all over you, to scream, fight back, do anything. but you’re tired. you’re hurt. beaten down, again and again. it’s just easier this way. it’s better.
eren’s cock is long and thick, the head flushed pink, slapping against his toned stomach as you tug his sweatpants down to his knees. nausea churns in the pit of your stomach, your chest tight. the room is so hot, the air so thick as beads of cold sweat dampen your skin. his eyes pierce into you, bare tattooed chest heaving as he watches you curl your lips, trying to spit on his cock. you don’t know how you do it, when your throat is tight and your mouth dry and your eyes clench shut as you lower your face, tongue sticking out.
the first kitten lick has the salty taste of him heavy on your tongue. he inhales sharply, his fingers gripping your hair tight and you know what it means, you know the feeling of fear that flashes within you as you hasten to wrap your lips around him. it’s horrible, how his long thick cock weighs heavy on your tongue, the smell of him strong as you bob your head, gliding your salivating tongue along his veiny length, hand stroking what doesn’t fit, reaching further to fondle his balls just how he likes it. you don’t want to look at him, but you’re glad he doesn’t care as his eyes roll shut, breathy sighs escaping him.
“that’s it- what a good girl you are.” why does he say it as if you wanted this? but if you didn’t why do you feel so dumb, so stupid for having that throbbing ache grow between your legs, feeling your panties dampen as if you don’t hate every second? why does eren have this intoxicating hold on you?
his hips jerk, cock pushing deeper and eren releases a loud groan, his grip tightening and his jaw clenching. “fuck- that’s- uh- so good!” it’s a primal growl and you want to pull away but he’s too strong. “you feel so good.” he starts to fuck your face, fast and rough. it hurts, every slam of his cockhead against the back of your throat at a bruising pace, your face pushed against his pubes, smelling him, breathing him, struggling. “that’s it- take it- fuck- this is what you’re good for- oh god.” you’re choking around him, throat tightening but it just makes him seem to moan louder over your desperate cries, saliva and tears running down your face as your nails pierce into his thighs, his wrist, anything for him to loosen that horrible grip.
eren’s moans are loud and wanton when he comes, his hips bucking up as he releases hot sticky cum down your throat. it’s acrid and you gag as you struggle to swallow the thick load, the creamy fluid spilling down your chin as you splutter. he pulls away from your mouth, hissing at the sensitivity, a blissed look on his face. not a care in the world.
but you’re sobbing, choking and gasping for air, curling into yourself as you shake but eren’s so quick. he’s so quick to soothe the wounds he causes, wrapping his arms around you, shushing you as he pulls your hands away from tugging at your own hair.
“hey, hey, calm down, baby. you’re okay, angel, you’re okay.” his voice is saccharine, the pet names that lured you in so many years ago, his lips peppering soft kisses across your tear-stained face as his fingers wipe away the cum staining your skin. “just breathe for me.” he holds your shaking body in his arms, rocking you as you cry. you want to scratch at him, scream at him, hurt him but you can’t because he’s the only one who can help your racing heart, who can soothe those inhumane sobs escaping you.
“i hate you.” it’s incoherent but eren’s grip tightens on you, his eyes softening with hurt.
“don’t say that, baby. you know it’s not true- i love you- how could you hate me?” but you know you don’t, no matter how much you want to. he knows it too, he knows you’ll never fight back, you’ll never leave as he pulls you into him. “you love me, don’t you? you know i love you, right?” a single nod and eren smiles as his lips press against your forehead. “that’s right, you’re my good girl.”
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i think it would be funny if reo and his sister went to the same school and everyone would always ask if u can introduce them to him. i mean sure, but u don’t rlly see the point when you’re the one he’s fucking all night.
the other way around is funny too cuz he’d probably get rlly mad and fuck u in the cleaning(?)/janitor room or smth. or under the stairs if he just doesn’t care LMFAO
i spent my break writing that idc
🐬anon. is this how u do it. ANYWAYS HAVE A GOOD DAY AND EAT WELL
phAHHZDFBEGUFOEUh YEESSS i love it :')) jealous big bros / entitled little sisters are the best,, i love it so much
tw incest, manipulation, blackmail
i can just imagine twirling his hair as he and your acquaintance make conversation and he gives her his number, leaning into him all disintrested as he has his arm wrapped around your waist. it's not obvious, you're just touchy by nature, why shouldn't you be here as your big brother gives out his number or gets his ego fed?
it's not like he'll actually use it for much anyway. maybe some sexting or a few nudes, so that you have ammo to make her shut up if she gets too mouthy,, or maybe he'll let you pretend to be him and lets you amuse yourself as he fucks himself between your thighs, pressing kisses all over your neck.
and you two surely aren't the only ones fucking on campus, but even the rumor mill can't think up that it's the mikage siblings that people heard fucking in the library, or behind the building, or wobbling out of the stairway. you two have an important name to upkeep <33 no one thinks to ask why you're always so spent after 'bringing niisan his lunch on the other side of campus', and even if they do, reo is never far away with ways to make them shut the hell up
#reo smut#blue lock smut#tis indeed how you do it <33#🐬 nonnie#i hope you're well#drink water and take a nap pretty baby!! take care of yourself#tw.incest#tw.blackmail#💫ch.reo
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making things right
you and iwaizumi just aren't meant to be, and if he has to fuck some sense into your little brain for you to understand, then so be it.
wc: 2.8k
tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): noncon, explicit n*fw, blackmail, emotional manipulation, emotional sadism, dumbification, degradation, fem!reader with inner genitals, has something resembling an actual plot
a/n: i couldn't decide which way i wanted to go with the plot, so i just did both. read a darker version of this here
i don't want minors interacting with my content
Oikawa really doesn’t like how much time Iwaizumi has been spending around you lately.
It’s not that he’s jealous, of course - that kind of pettiness is far beneath him - it just doesn’t seem right. It’s not the natural order of things for someone as pretty as you, all soft skin and glowing smiles, to be practically draped around Iwaizumi all the fucking time.
He’s counted, you know, and today was the thirty-eighth time that you’ve visited their lunch table and somehow ended up on Iwaizumi’s lap.
And doesn’t he also have to think of his team? The Spring Interhigh’s coming up, and it wouldn’t do for one of the most important players on the team to be constantly distracted. He’s seen the way Iwaizumi looks at you: it’s adoration encapsulated in a gaze, the kind of tenderness and admiration that he’s only ever seen Iwaizumi direct at himself.
Oikawa’s going to have to fix this, isn’t he? He’s going to have to make everything the way it should be.
-
He finds that he enjoys the constant planning and brainstorming and especially the fantasizing far more than he’d anticipated.
Oikawa notes down which days you go home immediately after school, which days you stay, and the routes you take home. He writes down all your friends in a little notebook, familiarizes himself with the classes you take, and pays extra attention to your mood swings.
Of course, as he spends more and more time detailing every aspect of your life, it’s only natural for his thoughts to… wander. In class, he catches his own attention drifting away from Japanese literature to thoughts of what you’d look like strung out on his cock, eyes squeezing out tears as he stuffs you full and claims your pussy. He thinks about how slutty your skirt looks when you’re bending over, and about how much he’d like to rip it off of you. He likes to imagine how Iwaizumi would react, too - the way he’d cry and sob and finally understand that you don’t belong with someone like him.
He finds that these thoughts allow him to tolerate Iwaizumi’s presence near you a lot better, even though the two of you have only grown closer as of late. When you start getting particularly obnoxious with your flirting, he just has to picture you screaming in pain as he fucks you dry, or think about the bulge in your throat from his cock shoved deep inside your mouth. And when he sees Iwaizumi finally ask you out on a date to the ramen place nearby, he almost feels sorry for how short-lived, how temporary, your romance is going to be.
As the weeks go by and the Interhigh draws near, Oikawa thinks he’s got a pretty good idea of how to make it happen.
It starts off almost too easy.
Oikawa’s usually the one who stays late after practice, slamming his serves into the opposite end of the court until his vision goes dizzy and his arms turn numb. But Iwaizumi - bless his generosity - had planned on staying after to help a few of the first years out with their serves.
He waits at the school gates, scanning the entrance for any sign of you. You should be finishing up with your little club soon if the notes he’d been keeping were any indication, and sure enough, he spots your bright teal jacket scurrying towards the gates after just a few minutes.
Oikawa plasters on his friendliest smile, waving you towards him. “Hey,” he greets. “Iwa-chan told me to wait for you today. Do you want to come over? He’ll be along in just a minute - he’s just cleaning up the gym a bit.”
“Aren’t you the captain?” you tease. “So much for being responsible.”
He forces out a laugh. Do you realize how insufferable you are? Because you’re really not doing yourself any favors with the way you’re acting. But he pushes down the surge of anger that threatens to spill over, because he knows you’ll change your tune as soon as you arrive at his place.
He can’t wait.
The walk home is filled with empty banter, useless conversation that flits back and forth on the most boring of topics. To be honest, Oikawa appreciates this - it gives him the mental room to think about much more interesting things, like the way your breasts are pushing against the jacket, or the slight sheen of your lip gloss. Or, alternatively, the way your breasts would look spilling out of his hands, and the way your shiny lips would look smeared with spit and cum.
He places a hand on your waist as he guides you inside his house, but you stiffen. “Isn’t Hajime supposed to have caught up to us by now?” you ask.
Hajime.
First name basis, huh?
It’s a small detail, but it’s the kind of change that has him seeing red at the periphery of his vision, the kind that makes him want to ruin your slutty body until it's bruised and leaking cum. He’s been friends with Iwaizumi for twelve years. Twelve years, and all he’s gotten from him is a nickname. You’ve known him for barely a fucking year, and here you are, sauntering away with his first name.
His hand on your waist tightens, gripping and squeezing at your lovely flesh until he can feel you wince in pain. “I’m afraid it might be a while,” he says, voice brittle.
“What do you mean?” you ask, turning around, your eyes widening.
Oikawa shoves you inside and slams the door. “I mean,” he hisses. “That your precious Hajime won’t be coming around anytime soon.”
Panic rises in your throat, but he slaps a hand over your mouth quicker than you can scream. All that escapes is a strangled cry, weak and thin, one that quickly dies out in the entrance hall of his house. It’s much too quiet to reach any neighbors, you realize with a sinking feeling. The last bit of faint hope you harbor in the back of your mind dies when you realize that there’s no concerned housewife coming to check on the commotion, no fumbling child who might stumble in on you and Oikawa. You’re alone. You’re fucked.
He’d made sure of it.
“Bitches like you are so stupid, aren’t you? Making me spell everything out for you.” His voice drips condescension as he yanks you by the hair towards the bedroom. There’s no reason to put up an act anymore, he thinks, so he can be as rough as he wants with his new toy - he just has to make sure he returns you in one piece to Iwaizumi. Oikawa’s sure he won’t mind if you’re a little beat up around the edges, a little used by the end of this.
As he throws you down on the bed, the thought gives him immense satisfaction. You’d been so eager to do things with Iwaizumi - he’d coaxed out embarrassed confessions from his friend over late-night calls - so he’s almost sure that you’re a needy slut during sex.
Of course, you’re not nearly so eager now, not when he’s holding your squirming body down on the bed.
“You do realize that this is what you get, right? It’s your fault for being this fucking easy. Should’ve thought a bit harder about going home with me. Did your mommy and daddy never teach you to not trust men?” he says, face curling into a smile.
You’re unable to get a word out, mouth dry and cottony from the fear that pierces you. He watches your eyes flicker between the bulge in his pants and his face, uncertain and wary, like a deer caught in headlights. Oikawa can’t help the sick pleasure that bubbles up within him at the look on your face.
“Please,” you say hoarsely. “Please.”
“You have to use your words, you know. You could be begging me to stop, but I think you like this. I think you’re begging me to get on with it,” he says.
Maybe he’s taking it a step too far with the dramatics, but he can’t bring himself to tone it down - not when he’s right about to get to the good bit, and certainly not when he sees those pretty tears trickling down your face.
He looks you up and down appraisingly. He’d always thought you were rather pretty, with your soft halo of hair and your glittering smile - but he can’t deny that there’s a special sort of charm in the way you fidget uncomfortably under his gaze.
It makes him hungry.
As he spreads your thighs apart, all he can think about is how much he wants to claim you, to ruin you, because that’s what he imagines fucking you is like: ownership and victory spread on his tongue while your juices drench his cock. All the filthy dreams he’s had, every fantasy he’s gotten off to late at night, and the stifling heat spreading through his core is begging him to fuck you, to ravish your tight hole until the only name you know is his own.
He doesn’t really want to bother with prep. He’s sure that stretching you out on three - no, maybe four fingers until you scream would be fun, but you don’t deserve that kind of special treatment. Aren’t sluts like you supposed to be wet all the time anyway?
You can feel the outline of his dick dragging along your soft thighs, pressing close to your cunt, a breathy moan escaping his lips from the friction of his sweatpants grinding against your body. It’s not long before he pulls his cock out all the way and strokes it a few times. He grabs at your hips, maneuvering you like a rag doll, and fits the tip of his cock at your fluttering entrance. Nudging at your hole, he pushes in just the head of his cock - enough so you can feel the sting of his girth, but not nearly deep enough to offer any real relief.
You whine involuntarily, and a grin lights up his face. “You’re desperate, aren’t you?” he asks, dragging a thumb against your lips. “Is it because Iwa-chan doesn’t fuck you well enough? Is his pathetic dick too small to fill up that hole of yours properly?” he leers. “I’ve seen his cock before… mine’s bigger, you know.”
“Fuck you,” you mumble. You’re dizzy from the fear and panic that clouds your brain, but anger still seeps into your veins at his crude words.
Maybe if your head was a bit clearer, you would’ve realized that only stupid girls talk back.
Oikawa’s hips snap into yours harshly, his cock tearing at your insides, and you let out a strangled gasp. You’re not prepared for how well his cock stretches you out - it’s curved in all the right places, ramming into your cervix, brushing up against your tender g-spot - and as he ruthlessly pounds your frail body into the mattress, your mind blanks, overloaded with sensation. You can’t remember who you are, or why you’re getting fucked. The only thing on your mind is the raw feeling of being cunt split wide open, of having your insides rearranged until you’re a drooling, dumb mess.
“Fuck who?” he asks, shoving two fingers inside your sloppy mouth,
“F- fuck…” you whisper. His fingers are gripping at your hips so tightly you can feel the skin beginning to bruise, and there’s just too much to handle. He’s everywhere; his fingers probe around your mouth, making you gag, and his cock drags along your tender walls until you’re left quivering around his length.
He leans down to kiss at your forehead, his lips brushing tenderly against your hair. “You can do it, baby,” he encourages, cooing at you. “You can say it.”
“Fuck me,” you whimper quietly, cheeks burning with shame.
“Good girl,” he says, voice sickly sweet. “I knew you could do it for me.”
Fucking you feels so much better once you’re compliant, he thinks. He slows down a bit, savoring the sensation of your cunt twitching uselessly while you writhe on the bed in pleasure. He feels a sharp jolt of arousal as he looks at the marks he’s left all over you, admiring how the angry bruises on your hips and waist are beginning to purple.
You tug at his shirt, sniffling and crying. “Please,” you beg. You’re not sure what you’re asking for anymore, not even sure whether you want Oikawa to stop or continue, but you can’t handle the way he’s slowly fucking you senseless.
He raises an eyebrow. “You want it faster?” he asks cruelly, bouncing you into his cock. There’s no response on your end, but Oikawa thinks he’ll take that as a yes. And if that’s what you want?
Well, that’s what you get.
The hum of pleasure in your core intensifies as he picks up speed again. This time, he angles his cock until it grinds down harshly on your sensitive spot, leaving your legs limp and body helpless as your cunt tightens like a vice. As you shudder from the orgasm that washes over you, he spills into your pussy until your hole is leaking white down your thighs.
You can feel him laughing softly as he pulls out and climbs to rest beside you, leaving you stuck in a pool of your own sweat and cum and. He wipes the remaining cum off of his cock, smearing it on your face, but you barely react. You feel so dirty, so tainted and violated, but you’re not sure you could move even if you tried - his cock has left you boneless and made sure that every square inch of your body is sore and aching.
“Well,” he says, breathless. “Better run home unless you want Iwa-chan to know you’ve been all used up.”
Hajime? Your eyes widen, welling up with tears.
Oikawa unlocks the phone in his hand and presses play.
The sounds that echo through the empty room make you feel like screaming, because there’s no denying the solid, tangible proof that’s being played back. Your breathy moans are clear as day, and it’s unmistakable when you hear yourself begging Oikawa to fuck you harder, faster, to split you apart on his cock.
With a sinking feeling, you know there’s no explanation that would ever satisfy Hajime if he heard this audio. You can already see the pain in his eyes if he were to find out that his best friend for the past twelve years had ruined you, fucked you so thouroughly that you could barely tell the difference between pain and pleasure.
You don’t want that, you realize miserably. You can’t have that.
“I’m not going to send it,” he says.
He sees hope creep into your expression, as if you’re almost daring to believe that you could go back to your normal life after this little session, but he doesn’t feel any pity for you when he speaks again.
“Not if you stay away.”
You and Hajime don’t belong together anyway, so why would he be sorry?
Your eyes drop as you inhale shakily. Oikawa watches you fumble around for your clothing, entertained by the way you trip and stumble as your weak legs attempt to hold you upright. It makes for an awkward, ugly image - but he can’t deny the warm thrill of satisfaction that runs up his spine as you slink out of his bedroom.
He’s finally making things right.
-
When you go to school the next day, you’re glad that you don’t have any classes with Hajime for the first time ever. It makes it easier to avoid him, and you purposely choose to sit as far away as possible from their table in the lunchroom. You don’t bother responding to his messages either, every single text of his sending a bitter jolt of pain through you, and you eventually block his number.
Weeks later, you’re not sure he’d believe you even if you were to explain everything. What would you even say? That you’d been ignoring him and ghosting him because his best friend of twelve years had raped and blackmailed you? That someone he knows and trusts was capable of devastating violence? Oikawa and him seem closer than ever, and you start to wonder at your own stupidity. To think that you could ever get in between a bond as close as theirs - maybe Oikawa was right all along.
You’re walking home alone one day, the hazy late-day sun bathing the roads in a shimmering heat, when you hear footsteps and a voice behind you. Your heart hammers unsteadily, getting ready to run, when you hear three words that make your stomach drop.
“I’ve missed you.”
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I just got off my exams and the horny thoughts cant stop im going to dump it here so i dont spam you
- Stalker! Sanzu, yalls are chilhood friends and you always had an innocent image. Imagine how angry he got when he found out ur a porn star
- imagine being sanzus housewife and him coming home to both of ur penthouse by aggresively takes off his belt off to choke his anger out of you
- rindou breaking ur heart by telling you that the both if you are fuck friends and thats it. You ghost him and he cant stop thinking about you, and develops an obbession with you. He finds out u have a boyfriend and he loses his shit. Comes into ur home and shooting ur boyfriend in the head and then knocks you out while he takes you to his home and chains you by the ankle, believing you will fall in love with him if u make love everday.
- whole of bonten blackmailing you with your debt and telling you "your nothing but a pretty face, why not put it to use"
- Sanzu falling inlove with prostitute! Reader and gets mad when she sleeps with others.
- inspired by yandere simulator 1980s mode! The whole akaashi family were all yanderes, all looking so pure and everyday but what lies inside is almost sickening. The only one who had not seemed to take after his yandere mother was sanzu, with that they grew apart. One day, he found you, and realised yes hes exactly like his mother. His mother was suspicious, how come all of a sudden he is leaving all of a sudden amd she does to some stalking and find out about you. You are a pure and naive. With almost getting caught of his police, so he went to his mother for tips. And with that, he bpnded with his mother. You met the lovely woman, and she creepily tells you "You are an adorable child, so pure. You finally brought the akaashi out of my dear son." Weeks later, Sanzu gets accused of murder but gets away with it. But hes afraid that you'll leave him so he kidnaps you babytrapping so that you'll never leave him.
I dont have a favourite 😋
Ill tell u more maybe??🤔🤕
Love you kiki 🦋 anonie
dont worry about spamming my asks ! i like it babe
BEFORE EVERYTHING::
dark content under the cut, BE CAREFUL!
STALKER FUCKING SANZU. HE WOULD BE SO PISSED OFF, like if you tried a little harder you could see poison dripping from his lips and blood overflowing from his eyes, maybe stalker!haruchiyo would record him molesting your beautiful body since if you like being an attention-seeking slut in front of the cameras, he's not doing anything special, right? and even if he was fucking pissed off, the tone of voice he would use with you would still be so sweet, covered in honey just to further heighten your fear of what he might do
about the second topic gonna drop only this thing here: husband!haruchiyo choking you with his belt while forcing you to ride him and saying "let's see if you can make me cum before I get sick with no air"
AND THIS RINDOU??????? like phewww~ he was going to try not to manhandle you so much while his hips slam against yours and the tip of his cock rubs against your cervix just as a way to make you fall in love with him faster, you better get ready to be his S/O locked in the basement while he calls you "my pretty lil' babe" thinking he's the most romantic man
i-i bonten? daddies? yes? oh sorry, daddies? oh sorry FUCK, they would absolutely destroy you, leave you dripping cum like a used fleshlight and at the end ran or haruchiyo would take a picture of your face covered in white just to use as material for get off or to keep in their wallet to show their friends
i was thinking a lot about this sanzu x p!reader and that's why i took a long time to answer this ask
BUT
i came to the conclusion that he would definitely take his anger out on you by pretending to be a normal client at the place you work and when he was deep inside you right after spitting in your mouth and making you swallow it, sanzu would say right next to your ear: "why are you crying? isn't that what you are? a hole to be fucked? a hole to be used as a cumdumpster? so take it all ".
AND THIS THING WITH YANDERE!HARUCHIYO AND BABY TRAPPING I-I UGHHHHHHHHH please daddy????? sanzu would give you a baby trap by forcing you to stand with your legs around his hips while his cock came out and in from inside your cunnie while he would say: "shh~ calm down babe, I'm doing this cuz I love you, take my babies like a good girl, you can do this for me can't you?"
i'll need... holy water, jesus, every single thing after this thing HERE, and ill daydream about this thing with bonten + blackmail
AND TELL ME MORE ! you're soooo perfect babe </3 love u also~
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