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Summary: A break up leaves Y/N heartbroken and feeling awful, and Patrick doesn't like it. He's the only one who should make you feel like shit, and he's determined to prove he can be worse than your boyfriend.
Warnings: Vulgar language, break up, kind of non-con, choking, passing out, dacryphilia, classroom setting, almost fingering, use of "slut."
A/N: My bad guys, I got botox up my bladder so I haven't gotten to my Wips đ Here's my apology, please don't burn my house down.
âAiden, please! I didnât know heâd ask me out, I thought he was just being friendly.â You sobbed, breath raspy and scattered.Â
You had met a guy named Donnie in your science class while you were taking a test. He had asked for answers since he was new to the school and didnât know much, and being the people pleaser you were, you gave them to him.Â
He asked for your number after and said that heâd give you the answers to the upcoming math test as a thank you, and you didnât think anything of it.Â
You two started talking, and became friends over the few weeks you knew each other. Of course, nobody ever has kind intentions anymore, and he called you, asking you out on a date while you were making food in your kitchen. Since your boyfriend Aiden went to a different school, the two had never met. And he picked up the phone before you could.
âDoes that really fucking matter?â He raised his voice at you and you flinched. Heâd never gotten so upset over things like this, so it hurt to hear him yell.
You had a plethora of guy friends; many that he was also friends with. So why was he so angry now?
âYou never thought to tell him about me? About us?â Aiden threw his hands on his head and laughed. He was pissed.
âI didnât think about it, it seemed innocent!â You couldnât recall the last time you had to defend yourself like this to someone over anything because you were an honest person.
He shook his head and ran his hands down his face, inhaling deeply. âI shouldâve known you were gonna cheat on me. Nobodyâs that perfect.âÂ
âAiden-â
âYouâre a slut, Y/N. I shouldâve fucking known. Weâre done.â He growled, grabbing his jacket off of the counter and aiming towards the door.
âAiden, please wait.â Tears fell down your face as you tried to reason with him. You loved Aiden, and you didnât want to see him go.Â
âI donât wanna fucking see you again.â Aiden slammed the door behind him, leaving you to cry in your kitchen.
â
Two days passed, and you were miserable. You cut it off with Donnie, and you hadnât seen or heard from Aiden since that night. It was lunch and you were at school, eating your meal in an empty classroom, sitting on one of the desks. Youâd usually eat with Aiden and talk about anything, but now it was quiet and lonely.Â
Holding your sandwich up to your mouth, you were about to take a bite when the door opened.
It was Patrick Hockstetter. The bane of your very existence.
He was such an asshole, and you hated him. Heâd grope you, call you names, sometimes even hurt you if you two were alone. You had brought it up to Aiden a couple of times, but heâd always dismiss it, saying he did it to everybody and that you werenât special.
You never had sex with Aiden, and he never saw you naked, so he also never saw any of the marks Patrick would leave on you. Burn scars from lighters and cigarettes, bruises, cuts, the initials he carved under your belly button. The hickeys.
You never thought it counted as cheating since you never reciprocated anything Patrick would do, and you never told Aiden about it in fear that heâd break up with you for it. But you knew deep, deep down, that you were cheating.
Because a sick, sick, part of you liked it.
Aiden was never rough with you when making out. He treated you like fine China, which you were thankful for. But he never went further, not like Patrick would.
Aiden would kiss you softly, never pressing too hard on your lips. Patrick would make you choke on his tongue and bite your lips, making you bleed every time.Â
You hated him, and everything he did. But sometimes youâd look at your scars and remember how awful it felt, and youâd get hot and red in the face.
âFigured your cunt would be in here.â Grinning, he slipped through the crack in the door and closed it, locking it behind him. You shivered, knowing that you werenât going to leave the classroom without some kind of wound.Â
âWhat do you want?â You croaked out, voice hoarse from crying. You put the sandwich back in your lunch bag and crossed your arms over your chest, regretting the tight white shirt and pastel pink skirt you wore today.Â
Patrick snickered at your poor attempt to cover yourself and he turned the lights off, making the only light in the room be from the cracks in the blinds that covered the windows.Â
âWhat do you think I want?â It was only then that you noticed the blood from his nose, and the blood on his hands. Usually youâd never think anything of it, but you were somewhat worried.
Patrick never liked Aiden. He hated how much attention Aiden took from you, and he made sure you knew. He hated how upset youâd get when you remembered a date you two would have to go on, especially right after heâd make you suck him off.
Youâd be a complete mess, mascara running down your face, lip gloss smudged, hair sticking up everywhere, drool on your chin, and your clothes would be ruined.
He liked you better when you looked that way and begged him to stop. He made sure to take a picture once, and when he couldnât see you, heâd jerk off to it.
Patrick loved when you looked ruined, but you always wanted to look put together for Aiden.
âPatrick, whatâs on your hands?â You asked shakily, eyes trained to his blood soaked fingers.Â
Patrick tutted and started a slow stride to the desk you were on. âYou know, Aiden was never a good choice for yaâ, toots.â
You crossed your left leg over your right and your skirt rode up your thighs, and Patrick licked his lips.
âI mean, he always controlled what you did. You couldnât go anywhere without him. And you surely wouldnât be wearing that skirt if you two were still together.â He stopped in front of you, and put his right hand on your left knee, and his other on your calf.
He uncrossed your legs and stepped between them, removing his hands and placing them on the desk.
Patrickâs eyes never strayed from yours, and you were shaking.Â
âWhat did you do?â You caught your breath and questioned him, fear evident all over your face.
âYou never cried for me as much as you did a couple nights ago for him.â Patrickâs face held no emotion, and you had no idea what was happening inside his mind.
It filled you with dread.
âPatrick, please.â His right hand moved from the desk and he placed it up your left thigh, moving it under your skirt. His left hand went around your throat, and his fingers placed themselves skillfully against the sides of your neck.
He squeezed, hard, and slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of your underwear, pulling them back and snapping the elastic back onto your skin.
You yelped, and it took away most of your oxygen. Patrickâs fingers teased down your leg and to the back of your knee, leaving a trail of blood as it went.
You didnât ask him, but you knew it was Aidenâs. You didnât want to know what happened to him.
You were hyperventilating now, taking in any air that you could. Patrick would lessen his grip every now and then so you wouldnât pass out, but then heâd tighten it again. The process repeated until you were wailing, and your hands were clawing at his.
His right hand was resting on your thigh again, and would etch up closer to your groin whenever heâd let go a bit. You were full on sobbing, and you looked perfect to him.
Mascara down your face, red marks on your neck that would surely leave a perfect blue and purple handprint later. You were trembling underneath his touch, and he loved it.Â
Aiden could never make you cry like he could, and Patrick carried that pride with him.Â
You tried to beg him to stop, but your words were broken and you could barely keep yourself conscious. Black spots dotted your vision, and you kept thrashing against him.Â
He had never gone so far when choking you, and heâd usually leave you with some air. But he didnât now, no matter what you did.
Patrickâs fingers climbed up into your underwear, and he smirked when he saw the fear in your wet, drowning eyes. Two fingers touched your entrance, and he dragged them up and down, pinching at your clit.
Youâd never been more terrified as to what Patrick was going to do next, but you never found out. He squeezed your throat much harder, completely blocking your windpipe from getting any form of oxygen.Â
The black spots took control of your vision, and you went limp in his hands. Your legs stopped kicking, your hands fell to your sides. Your head lolled back, and your face relaxed.Â
Patrick hummed and let go of your neck, letting you fall back on the desk. He made sure your pulse was still beating, and his fingers went into your entrance with no more resistance.Â
Aiden could never make you feel anything like he could.
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Pairing: Recom! Miles! Quaritch x Female! Sully! Na'vi! Reader Tags/Warnings: Non-con, slight torture mentioned, smut, blow job, mouth fucking, threats of violence, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, NSFW, degradation, dark themes, hurt no comfort Author's Notes: Aye yo wtf, this was suppose to be a one-shot! XD Some have asked for a continuation, so I have provided! Wanted to get this out on Valentines Day, though that has since passed here. Would have been out sooner but, Cyclone Gabrielle had other plans! Anyway please enjoy. Might make a part 3 for something softer. Apologies for any grammatical errors!
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Pain.
That is the first thing that you register; a dull throb to the back of your head. You grown at the feeling. Slowly do your eyes flutter open, the sting of light assaults you.
When finally do you adjust to the brightness, you take stock of your surroundings.
White.
The walls. The ceiling. The floor. Where the fuck are you?
You realise you are on the floor. You move to sit up, but you find your hands are bound tight behind you. So it with great effort you that manage to push yourself up into a sitting position, back pressed against the wall behind you.
You gaze around the room. In the centre there is a thick metal table. No chairs. To your left, a bed that would be far too small for your frame. Clearly you are in a human facility. But you do not recognise this interior to be that of Hellâs Gate.
Shit.
Despite the painful throb, you attempt to recount your steps up until this point.
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Your siblings; Eywa bless them all, but by the Great Mother did they infuriate you. For some unfathomable reason, the little entourage, sans Neteyam, thought to disobey the rules and explore the old battle site. There they happened upon a group of Avatars, decked out in full gear, carrying ARs.
Loâak calls it in. Father instructed him to retreat.
You arrived at eclipse, alongside your parents and Neteyam, leaving him with the ikran. You find your siblings captured and in the clutches of these Avatars. There would be no way to rescue them without bloodshed.
Your mother lets loose the first arrow, a clean headshot, and all hell breaks loose in a hail of gunfire. In the scuffle you manage to find Kiri and Spider, leading them away as fast as you can.
But an explosion goes off behind all of you, and though you and Kiri keep balance, you see Spider fall. The two of you yell out to him. Without so much as a second thought, you dove. You clutched his body to yours, wrapping yourself around him as the two of you fell, lessening the impact it would have on him, hoping you have protected his mask.
You hit your head on several tree branches on the way down. With a painful thud you land on the ground. There is a loud ringing in your ear. You think you can hear Spiderâs muffled voice yelling your name, screaming perhaps. You canât concentrate. There is only pain. There is only the ringing.
You faintly register the feeling of being lifted. There is a light, blinding in your eyes, coming from the skies. Then darkness. Nothingness.
Then, you woke up here.
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It stands to reason then, that you were captured by those Avatars. Fuck.
But where was Spider?!
Panicked, you hoist yourself onto wobbly legs, looking around the room you search, but he is not here. You pull on the bindings in frustration, but it is of little use; they are wound tight.
You turn around and are met with your own reflection. You notice your headâs been wrapped in some gauze; you mustâve hit your head pretty hard. You look at the bindings on your wrist, orange, ones you havenât seen before. A nice new gift from the Sky People.
Suddenly your ears pick up a soft swoosh of a sound, and the door behind you opens.
Too afraid to turn around you stare at the doorway through the reflection.
One of the Avatar men stalks in, bending as he does to get through the doorway.
By Eywaâs grace, he is tall. Taller than your father, your surmise. Bigger too. Probably not a fight you would win easily, if it all. Especially with your injured head and bound wrists.
âAh, youâre finally awake.â He says as he approaches you. You turn then, slowly, to face the man. You decide to play nice, for now at least. No need to get hurt even more. Lure the enemy in, strike when they least expect.
You look up to meet his gaze head on, and freeze.
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That face.
That damned face.
Youâre sure you know that damnable face.
But it is not possible. The man you know of, are thinking of, is most assuredly dead. For real dead. Youâve seen his remains, trapped in that machine in the old battle site. You dared not to touch it; afraid it would have disturbed his spirit somehow.
Oh Eywa, his spiritâŠ
How long has it been since you last saw him? Three years? Something close to that you think. You would never forget that evening, that desperate evening, when you approached him. Threw yourself at him. And he caved. Oh sweet Eywa, he had caved.
You knew what you did was wrong. Guilt had eaten away at you in the days that followed. You knew exactly who he was. You knew of his crimes. Yet you did it anyway. Shameful. Disgusting. Monster-fucker, you bitterly thought.
The two of you never really broached the topic of his past. He had given you his name, and it was enough. You told him who you were, and it was enough.
You hadnât known how to explain the marks that marred your body. You claimed to have fallen off attempting a trick mid-flight. A weak excuse. You can see it in the eyes of your parents that they do not believe you. Your siblings too. But they instead teased you, convinced are they that you must have been with someone.
You decided then, that if you should see him again, you must apologise, it was a mistake, shall never happen again, and to never speak to one another going forward.
It takes two weeks then, for a re-emergence of a shared dream.
You had been psyching yourself up for the encounter.
Except the moment your eyes meet, there is such an unbelievable swell in your chest, an almost immediate heat in your loins. You are beyond smitten.
You let yourself be lost in the feeling.
Days turn to weeks. Weeks to months. And every few days, you found yourself back in his company. Back in his arms. Sometimes, he in yours. And you love it. Guilt be damned you love the attention. The two of you figure that your body must reflect whatever happens to your soul in this Space.
He, tries, to be more mindful of the marks he leaves; but your people already wear next to nothing as it is, so it is a bit of a challenge. You donât mind though, not anymore. Not after this long. It fills you with confidence, to know you are wanted so deeply, so readily, always.
You find you are able to walk pass those boys who had rejected you with a huff, a flick of the hair. Show them that they are unneeded, and that you have found someone else.
But such a time is not to last. Your family began to pester you; your parents especially. Father is Clan Leader; this you cannot forget. So for his eldest, his daughter, to have some sort of secret lover, he is not exactly keen on. They beg and plead, asking for you to tell them who it is. If this boy, âHa! BoyâŠâ, has accepted you, then they can arrange for him to be your future mate, recognise your future relationship in the clan. Make it official as it were.
You were relucted, obviously. How can you explain to them that you were having, relations, with what is undoubtedly their worst enemy, but also that it wasnât happening in the real world?
Just when you were slowly coming around to the idea of confessingâŠit stopped.
Just like that.
No warning. Just complete, nothingness.
When a week had gone by with no Quaritch, you thought nothing of it.
But weeks turn to months. One month becomes two. Two becomes four.
And on the eve of the sixth month, you break. You break down, alone under the Spirit Tree. You connected to Eywa, sobbing, begging, pleading, questioning. âWhy? Why now?â If it was so wholly wrong, why put you two together?
You are met with silence.
Months then, turned to years. You never do tell your parents, or your siblings. Your apparent mood change at the seventh months leads them to believe things didnât work out. It had been months since they saw you with marks in suspicious places. You are grateful they never bring it up though; but you can tell in they walk on egg shells around you that they know.
This goes on for about another few months before all returns to normal.
You miss him, of course. He had been your first love you think. Accepting your body as those boys did not. A freak to them you were. Big breasted and wide hipped. But to himâ
âAhh, youâre all freaks to me darlinâ. âSides, if you were human, with a body like that? Pssh, men wouldnât be able to keep their hands off ye. Lord knows I canât,â he had winked at you when he said that. Thatâs when you knew there was no way you could possibly stay away from this man.
But Eywa had other plans it seemed.
âYou still with me darlinâ?â Your reminiscing is brought to a hastened end by the man before you. He stands just before you, waving a hand in front of your face.
Shit. How long were you staring off into nothing remembering things?
You blink rapidly, then cast your eyes downward. You are far too overwhelmed to look this man in the eye.
âWhat do you want, Demon?â The last part you spit with venom. You donât know who this is, but you hate him. Hate that he looks so damn close to your human.
âAh, so you do speak EnglishâŠâ He takes a step back, crosses his arms and regards you with keen interested. âThat was some nasty fall back there. Had the science pukes patch ya up real nice.â You donât say anything in response.
âSpider tells me you were protecting him. Awfully nice of ya, considering heâs human. Stands to reason then, that I shall return that kindness. Be nice and all that. All you gotta do, is tell me what I wanna know.â He roughly grabs your face in one hand, forcing you to look up at him.
âWhere is Jake Sully?â
âAs if I would betray my family so easily, Demon! You will get nothing from me!â You all but yell angrily at him. Baring your teeth as threateningly as you can muster.
âNow-now sweetheart, thereâs no need to play hard to get. We can do this the easy way. Or the hard way. Your choice. As I said, Iâll be nice. Once. Then I wonât.â
Fear.
Fear bursts through you. You look up at this man, this Demon, this monster and plead with your eyes.
âPleaseâŠdonât hurt meâŠDo not ask this of meâŠâ
Loyalty, even in the face of danger. He admires that. But the soft approach, heâll save for Spider. His not-son. For you though, savage daughter of that fucking traitor Jake Sully, heâs decided on a not so nice approach.
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You donât know how long youâve been here. Hours? Days? Weeks? Time has all but blurred together. You have not seen the outside in so long. Have not felt the sun upon your skin. It is torture. But nothing, truly nothing, compares to that awful machine.
It pulls at your mind, the digging, cutting, searching. The feeling of a thousand metal spiders clawing into your flesh. Yet you do not yield. You think only of the forest. Of tall trees and swinging vines. Of running through the under brush at night when the world is aglow. You force your mind to think of Hells Gate. Of the scientists. Of the many humans you see mulling around.
Each time your screams fall on deaf ears, begging for the pain to stop. Each time you are brought to tears. Only when you start bleeding from your nose are you let free, returned to that awful white room. They donât bother cuffing you anymore. You simply lay on the floor weeping to yourself till you fall unconscious.
Youâre not sure how long you can keep it up. Sooner or later, you will inevitably think of the Hallelujah Mountains, of High Camp.
And where was Spider? Oh Eywa you hope heâs okay. If they put him in that same machine, you vow you would kill them all. Every. Last. Human. Avatar. Whatever. Anything breathing in this forsaken place was dead fucking meat.
Again you weep for him. You hope was safe and not scared and alone. You prayed to Eywa that they treated him with a modicum of decency, at least for being human. You move yourself and the oxygen mask they gave you into the soft bed, small as it was, a better comfort than the floor. You cry yourself to sleep.
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Itâs frustrating, Quaritch thinks. Itâs been about a week, and still they have come up short. Even with Spider riding along, no progress has been made. It was difficult to even get him to agree to come a long. He had insisted on seeing you, outright refusing to cooperate otherwise. It was only when Quaritch had not to subtly threatened to return him to the science pukes that he relented. Still he demanded to at least know you were safe.
It took little effort to lie to the boy. You were technically safe, so long as they didnât keep you in that machine longer than you could handle. You had a place to rest. Water and food were given to you. A mask too. By all accounts you were still living and breathing. Close enough to safe.
But you. Stubborn, obstinate, infuriating you. They had yet to break you. Their fancy expensive machine failing them at every turn. Quaritch stares at you on the monitors before him. He can hear you weep. Another failed round. Heâs clutching his mug tightly. The General will be on his ass if he doesnât produce results soon. Heâs not exactly her biggest fan either. Sheâs got an arrogance about her that rubs him the wrong way.
Itâs your fault, he thinks, as he stares you. Your fault, that progress has come to a standstill. It pisses him off. If you at least gave them something, anything, this would be a whole lot easier. He slams his mug down, anger bristling his nerves, ire ever growing.
âTurn off the monitors. Me and that hostile are gonna have ourselves, a little chat.â
âSirâŠ?â
âJUST. DO IT.â The human beside him jumps at his tone, hastily turning off the feed as commanded.
âNow donât go turning that back on till I return. Trust me, Iâll know.â He fixes the man with a stern look before storming off to your holding cell.
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You awake with a start at the sound of the door opening. You see the Demon step in, then touch the something beside the door. It makes a noise, and you are more than certain heâs locked it. Your stomach drops.
Quaritch looks up at the cameras, making sure there is no red light to indicate it being on. Satisfied, he turns to you once more.
âYou know sweetheart. I gotta give it to ya, Iâm surprised youâve lasted this long.â He says, taking slow leisurely steps towards you. You bring your knees to your chest, pushing yourself as far back as you can until your met with the cold wall.
âBut this can all go away. No more machine. I can get you outta here. All you gotta do is give me what I want.â
âI will give you nothing! Demon!â You hiss at him, but it is for show. You are scared, trapped with this man in a place you canât escape. Too weak to fight properly. Without thinking, you spit at him, landing your saliva on his chest. Oh, he doesnât like that.
âOne of these days sweetheart, that mouth of yours is gonna get you in a world of trouble.â A frown adorns his face as he says this, looking at the offending wet patch before drawing his eyes back to meet yours.
âStarting today.â In a flash heâs on you, roughly grabbing your queue at the base. You yelp in both surprise and pain, hands automatically clawing at his wrists. He pulls you off the wall to the edge of the bed. He stands before you. He yanks your head back, pulling your face upward.
âYou donât wanna talk? Fine. Letâs put that mouth of yours to good use then, shall we?â The grips your queue tighter, the searing pain lights your nerves once more and you hiss at the feeling. Tears threatening at the edge of your eyes.
You catch movement on the edge of your gaze. With horror you realise what he is doing. Heâs unbuckling his pants.
âOh no no no, please, Great Mother NO! Not this! Anything but this!â Your prayer is futile as you watch him pull out his half-hardened cock.
Quaritch didnât think heâd find your fear so arousing. But that pleading look you give him every time he sees you, he canât help the bolt of electricity that shoots through him. Even now he can see the fear in your eyes, he can see you know whatâs about to happen, and he reveals in the power he has over you. Doesnât help that youâve been walking around in that get-up of yours.
He noticed you, that first time he walked into this cell. You definitely were a half-breed, with those five fingers and toes. Even more so did he notice the swell of your breasts, the expansion of your hips. From the images heâs seen on the data pads, you are clearly not like the rest of your kin. Your portions are almost too human. Â Heâs not sure if itâs this new body, or the memories of the man heâs emulating, but God damn he canât help himself.
The frustration of it all, topped off with your stubbornness to cooperate, stagnating their operation too boot, has all been building up. Heâs just about had enough. This is all your fault. Seems to reason that you should be the one to fix it, he figures.
Before you can even begin to beg, he pulls out a knife, bringing the sharp blade to where he has your queue in his hand.
âDonât get any funny ideas darling. One wrong move, and itâs bye-bye Eywa. Understood?â Tears silently fall from your eyes; you nod when you feel him loosen his grip ever so lightly. Seeing those tears sends a pleasurable throb to the tip of his dick.
âGood girl.â He lets your head fall forward properly facing him, he shuffles closer, his legs hitting the side of the bed.
âNow, do you need to be told what to do, or do you already know?â
Of course you know. You spent an almost immeasurable amount of time with your beloved human. He showed you things you never dreamed of, touched you in ways your imagination could never suffice. But now those memories were to be tainted, forever marred by the actions of this Demon. Your hesitation is noted, and met with displeasure.
âI ainât got all day sweetheart.â
With renewed tears you sit on your knees, and take him in one hand.
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Slowly you pump, up and down, from base to tip. It doesnât take long for him to harden. The sight of your tears dripping onto your exposed chest spurring him on.
Heâs massive, you realise. Youâre sure Naâvi men arenât meant to be this well-endowed. Youâre almost certain actually, from the stories you shared with you by your friends.
He is thick too; your fingers barely touch when encircled around him. He hums with pleasure, tightening his grip on your queue ever so slightly.
You squeeze tighter, pumping his cock with more force. You hear him suck in a breath.
He brings the knife away from your queue to your mouth.
âOpen.â He commands, and you obey. âWider.â He sticks the knife inside carefully, pressing the flat side of the blade onto your tongue. The cold metal tastes awful, making your mouth water. He uses his thumb to pull one side of your mouth away, examining.
The sight alone causes a shudder through his core. You peering up at him, tears in your eyes, tongue flat, mouth pulled open, drool falling freely. Oh yes, he could get used to this.
He removes the knife from your mouth, back to your queue.
âUse that pretty little mouth of yours darling.â
Your lips tremble at the thought of that massive thing in your mouth. But what choice do you have really? Your lifeline is in his hand; quite literally in fact.
He moves your head closer, loosening his grip to give you some leeway. âWatch those teeth darlinââ he warns as you lean closer still.
Slowly you open your mouth, and give his tip an experimental lick. You hear the Demon suck in a breath through his teeth when he does this. You lick his tip again, then take the hold head into your mouth.
The Demon exhales audibly.
You swirl your tongue around the tip, opening your mouth slightly to ease the motion, all the while pumping his cock with your hand to spread your saliva.
âHnnnâfuck. Keep going darlinââŠâ The Demon praises you. Once you deem him sufficiently lubricated, you stick out your tongue and proceed to take more of his cock into your mouth. You stop half way before pulling back. You bring your head back down halfway, meeting your hand that pumps him from base to midway.
You set a slow place, squeezing him as hard as you can with your hand. You can hear his laboured breath as you suck his cock with practiced movements.
âYouâve done this before have you? Fucking whoreâŠBet you got men just lined up back homeâ!!!â His words come to abrupt halt, followed by a gasp, when you remove your hand from his cock and plunge the whole length into your mouth. He wasnât expecting that.
You feel the tip of his dick stroke pass the base of your tongue and tease the inside of your neck. Though youâve ever sucked any other cock other than your beloved, back when you were still relative to his size, he was sure to show you how to take his cock without chocking. Seems those lessons shall serve you well.
You pull back, tracing the vein on the side of his dick with your tongue. You bring his tip to your lips and swirl your tongue around it hastily, before sucking the whole length back down your throat.
âFfffuuuuuckââ the Demon all but moans loudly, hips sway slightly.
He throws the knife to the floor suddenly, wraps your queue around one wrist, the grabs both sides of your head in his hands.
He starts fucking you like that, holding your head still and he pumps into your throat with reckless abandon. He unashamedly moans, feeling the soft smooth slick of your tongue graze his dick, while his tip meets the inner walls of your throat.
You donât expect him to go so fast, the intrusion at such a speed shocks you, and you gag unintentionally. This doesnât deter him at all though, seems to spur him on further. Faster he fucks you, powerful muscles clenched tight as he drives his hard cock down your bruising throat. Each time he can see the imprint of his dick push on your throat and it sends a jolt of pleasure through him.
You look up then, glistening eyes brimming with tears, nose running slightly. Your hands hold onto his wrists for balance. His face is contorted into one of inexplicable pleasure. Eyes half lidded, glazed over, mouth agape, he moans loudly without shame. Heâs so close. He can feel it. Heâs teetering on that precipice of release. He just needs a little bit more.
One hand leaves your head. He reaches to your shoulder to grab the lines of fabric there. With one powerful pull the threads break, beads and other small trinkets go flying about the room.
You make some kind of shocked noise around his cock; the vibrations send pleasurable waves all throughout.
âAaaaahhhâfuck yes baby thatâs it! Let me see you play with those pretty tits of yours! Come on now!â He yells as he brings his hand back to your head, holding you still once more, resuming his brutal pace.
Timidly you bring your hands to your now openly exposed breasts. You cup yourself in each hand, squeezing gently, you start to massage yourself in lazy circles. You moan around his cock without thinking, the feeling of playing yourself sending a small jolt of pleasure to your pussy.
âCome on baby, come on yes thatâs it, youâre such a good girl for me, my fucking little savage whore! Just a little more!â
You move to pinch your nipples as you press your tits together, and you moan a muffled scream at the pleasure lighting your nerves.
That does it for him. With one final powerful thrust into your throat, he cums. Hard. You feel the thick streams of his seed coat the inner walls of your throat. He pulls back and thrusts back in a few more times, filling your mouth with his hot sticky cum.
He holds your head to the base of his cock, your nose pressed against his groin.
âSwallow it babyâŠDonât waste a single drop now.â You swallow, drinking deep. You give his cock a couple hard sucks, making sure you drink every last drop. Slowly you pull your head back, his dick comes out with a pop. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue out of habit. Quaritch would always inspect your mouth like this, make sure you were a good girl and didnât waste his gift to you.
The Demon smirks down at you, his breathing laboured. He sees your tail flick behind you, only then does he notice his also swaying behind him with reckless abandon. He releases your queue then. You almost weep at the relief that floods you. Without a word he puts his semi-soften cock back in his pants, collects his knife and secures it back in place. He gives himself a once over before turning to face you once more.
Youâre still sitting on your knees. Thereâs a thick blush from your tits, up your neck, and splayed beautifully across your cheeks. Youâre looking up at him with glistening eyes, apprehension on your face, clearly unsure of what is so happen now.
He clears his throat.
âI suggest, you think âbout cooperating. Next time, I might not be so nice.â He leaves without another word. Youâre almost shocked by the hastened retreat. When the door shuts behind him, you release the breath you didnât realise you were holding.
You immediately bring your braid to you front and hold it tight to your chest. Youâre crying is renewed tenfold. To lose oneâs queue is a fate worse than death. Youâve heard the horror stories. The pain, the fire, the seizures. It is an unsightly thing. And survival is not guaranteed. Even then, what sort of life could you really have, without your connection? Without being about to make tsaheylu? You continue to cry as you rock back on forth, tail wrapping around you in distress.
You swallow your excess saliva, still tasting that Demonâs cum on your tongue.
Without him here, looming over you with the threat of danger, you come to realise an awful thing.
He tastes just like Quaritch.
You all but scream in frustration as you cry even harder.
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After escaping Shoyo Hinata two years ago, you hid as a different, yet normal person. You could've gone to the police but with the man as a famous volleyball player, you knew you wouldn't win the fight. Now working at a coffee shop, you found a man with an orange hat that read âAsas SĂŁo Pauloâ in navy print and plain clothes; a simple T-shirt and knee length cargo shorts. But the thing that caught your attention, was his orange hair under the hat, you realized who it was. Â
âHi, can I get a caramel Frappuccino. No caffeineâ He orders with a familiar drink with a sickeningly familiar sweet smile, your favorite drink; the same one he didnât even like because it was âtoo sweetâ for his taste. You turn away and feel nauseous. "Are you alright, ma'am?" Shoyo specifically asks you. âFine, sirâ you say with a formal smile. You quickly ring him up and hands him his drink. âHere you areâ you say, sliding it to him, trying to act ânormalâ. He notices you trembling slightly before he grabs his beverage. âWhy are you shaking a bit? Itâs not that cold in hereâŠright?âÂ
He takes a sip from his drink, licking the whipped cream off his lips, eyes never leaving you. âNo, Iâm just a bit chilly todayâ you say. âNext in line please!â You call out, trying to get Shoyo to move away from him. You planned on quitting right after your shift ended. You would need to call someone to come get you. You were terrified on the inside. Shoyo doesnât move and instead decides to start a conversation. âA bit chilly, huh? But the air conditioners are on and you donât have a sweater on eitherâŠâ Shoyo continues to observe the trembling in your hands, knowing how you look when youâre actually scared. âAre youâŠafraid of someone? Is there someone in the shop bothering you?âÂ
âExcuse me sir, thank you for your concern but please move asideâ you say, there were several costumers behind Shoyo. You tried to keep your voice steady as you spoke but ultimately fail. He smiles, âmy apologies maâamâ he says and does as you asked, stepping aside. Though, he still glances at you every now and then. It felt like his eyes were burning holes into your body. You could feel his stares that he was practically giving to you the whole time. You continue to serve the next few costumers before calling a co-worker over to swap with you so you could take your break. Once your co-worker takes over your position at the register, you immediately head to the staff room in the back. Â
Shoyo watches you go to the back room. He knew this was his chance and he needed to act fast. As soon as you were out of the sight of the other workers, Shoyo quickly and quietly followed you without anyone noticing. You quickly pull out your phone to call someone, anyone who could come get you. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts you didnât notice someone behind you. You feel someone snatch your phone from your hand before swiftly pinning you against the wall, their chest to your back. You open your eyes, looking over your shoulder only to be greeted by the same face you often saw in your nightmares. Â
âWho were you trying to call, Sunflower?âÂ
You freeze, âyouâŠyou canât be back hereâ you mutter, your blood running cold. Shoyo chuckles as he holds you against the wall, leaning down and sniffing your hair. âI know I canât but I couldnât help it~ Iâve been looking for you for two years. Do you know how much Iâve missed you?â His breath warms your neck as he places his lips on your shoulder, placing butterfly kisses on you. You feel goosebumps spread on your dark skin, making them barely visible but Shoyo could feel them. âLet me goâ you mutter, your voice having no real demand behind it, only fear. You were terrified, and shaking- trembling. Shoyo ignores your words and instead pushes you more up against the wall. You could feel something hard pressing against your ass. You werenât stupid, you knew what that was. Â
His lips move up to your neck, sucking and biting, creating hickeys. His free hand grips one of your hips, holding you in place as he continues to mark you over. âNot a chance. Iâm not letting you out of my sight ever again.â Shoyo grunts, continuing to sniff your hair, breathing in your smell, taking in the lost scent that he missed for Two. Whole. Years. Â
âHowâŠdid you even find me?â You mutter softly. You were sure to hide yourself correctly, to change everything and hide. âYou changed your hair, your name, everything. But I could never forget the way you move. The way you talk and act, you canât change that. I could never forget your face. Iâve finally found you~â He chuckles and forcefully flips you around, your back now pressed harshly against the cool texture of the wall. Shoyo moves his free hand to your front; his fingers moving to unbutton your work clothes and expose your chest to him.Â
You tear up, âplease, donâtâ you quietly beg him, tears forming in your eyes. Shoyo looks up at you and sees the tears. It doesnât make him stop though. His fingers are now completely unbuttoning the buttons of the shirt as he pushes it open. âStill as beautiful as everâŠMy cute Sunflower. My sweet love~â his voice was gentle; his tone was sweet...but you knew better than to trust any of it. You were shaking like a leaf, a feeling of dread as he completely pops open your shirt, leaving your exposed in your bra. âStop it, stop it⊠please, donât do thisâ you beg him, your voice shaking. Â
Shoyoâs eyes look at your bare chest when your shirt popped open. He sucks in a breath when he sees you in your bra. It was black lace, his favorite color to see on you. He loved the way the color seemed to shape and form your body, he loved it when you wore skin tight clothes as well, the way it would hug your curves, squeeze your large breast and show off just how fat and jiggly your ass was. He stares at your face, taking in every feature that hadnât changed over the past two years. You would be in your mid 20s by now...but you still looked like the day you ran away from him. It gave it both a sweet and bitter feeling. âYouâre so perfect, youâre just so beautifulâŠSo mine.â He says smoothly before flipping you again, pinning you face first against the wall once more. He starts placing kisses on your back, slipping your work shirt off your shoulders as he pushes himself up against you, his chest on your back, his bulge digging uncomfortably into your thick ass cheeks. His hand slowly trails itâs way up her spine, his fingers as cold as you remember them being. You could feel him start slowly unclasping your bra. You whimper softly, closing your eyes. This wasn't happening, it just couldnât be. Â
Shoyo chuckles at the whimper and finally unclasps your bra. He pushes it up over your chest before letting it fall to the ground. His hands go down to your hips and he spins you back around, making you look at him as his eyes look you up and down. You head was starting to swim from how easily he man handled you, flipping you like you were a piece of meat on the stove... he was certainly looking at you like you were one. Â
âMy dear SunflowerâŠIâve missed you so much.â He says, wrapping his arms around your naked torso, pulling you against his chest. âStay away from me, pleaseâ you beg softly, the strength leaving your body. You couldnât even scream even if you wanted to. Your fear was freezing you in place. âNot a chance~â Shoyo chuckles as he takes a hold of your chin and cups it, forcing you to look at him. He could see the fear clear in your eyes, the way you trembled at his touch.Â
âOh, my sweet loveâŠDonât be scared. I wonât hurt youâŠNot on purpose~â He says, lying.Â
You knew him well enough, experienced him well enough to know that those words were nothing but a fat lie. Shoyo pushes you back against the wall and starts to trail kisses down, starting from your neck, kissing and sucking on your collarbone. You whimper at the mild pain that came from him sucking harshly on your collarbone. You could feel one of his hands snake up your torso, cupping your breast. Shoyo starts to feel up your bare breast in his hand, gently caressing before harshly pinching your nipple between his two fingers. He smirks when he hears that familiar yelp of of pain leave your lips as slowly starts to suck and bite on your collarbone harder, leaving a huge dark hickey on it. His free hand goes down to your skirt and starts lifting it.Â
âIâm begging you, please donât do thisâ you beg him, tears silently dripping down your face. Shoyo stops and pulls away from your collarbone. He looks at your face and sees the tears flowing from your eye. He gently wipes them with his thumb, a sympathetic look on his face. âWhy are you crying? Youâre making me feel badâŠIâm not trying to hurt you, love.â He says, a soft expression on his face; he looked like a sad puppy. If you didnât know any better, youâd believe that innocent face.Â
âThen let me go, and stop, please,â your voice was soft on his ears. Â
Oh, how he missed the sweet sound of your voice when you pleaded with him, when you begged him. Â
Shoyo chuckles, he had no plans on stopping. âI told you; Iâm not letting you go, and I meant itâ Shoyo says with a smile on his face. His hand gently caresses your cheek. âI missed you so much, you know?âÂ
You could feel his other hand roughly squeeze your nipple as he continued to play with it, pulling and rolling it between his fingers in an almost cruel manner that...also felt good. You could feel his hand move from your chin, slowly caressing your body as it made its way down your body, trailing along your torso until it stopped at your thighs, forcing them apart. You suck in a cold, sharp breath, feeling his hand cupping your pussy through your panties. Shoyo chuckles when he feels you tense up. He gets close to your ear and whispers what would usually be sweet words in anyone elseâs mind, but you knew he was mocking you. âYouâre so warm hereâŠItâs perfectâ.Â
You feel a shiver run up your spine at his words. âYouâre moistâ he mutters softly, his finger gently stroking you through your panties. Shoyoâs sinister smile grows as he pushes a bit more up against you, putting his weight on you, pinning you to the wall as his fingers continue to caress you, feeling the wet spot on your panties grow. He kisses your neck, moving to your ear. âYou didnât think that you would get away from me, did you? Youâre all mine~âÂ
You shiver at his touch, your trained body reacting to his touch instantly. You could feel your panties growing damper as a familiar, unwanted pleasure starts to grow between your legs, rising up in your stomach. Shoyo laughs against your neck when he feels your body reacting, loving how youâre practically giving in already. âYour body is so honest, even if you say no. Itâs so perfect, so honest. I love it~âÂ
âNo, IâŠâ You try to object, but you couldnât stop the small moan that slipped past your lips when Shoyo pressed against your aching core, rubbing small circles against your clit through the damp cloth shielding your needy pussy from his touch. Shoyo chuckles when he heard the moan and saw you struggle to speak. Pressing harder against you, he whispers in your ear. âYouâre such a liar, love. Your body betrays you and I can feel itâŠYou know you want it~âÂ
âNo, I really donâtâ you plead with him but he doesnât stop. He squeezes your breast again while continuing to rub circles on your clit. You shiver again, your panties growing moister. It felt good, the way your body registers this familiar pleasure, the way your body reacts to Shoyoâs familiar touch. He had trained you well, trained your body well to react like this to his touch, and his touch only.Â
 Shoyo chuckles softly and kisses your neck. He feels you shiver, a soft, quiet moan leaving your lips. Shoyo rubs a bit faster, his touch gentle yet firm enough against your clit, just the way you liked being touched. Heâs loving every minute of listening to you, feeling you shudder at his touch, the way you try to hold back moans from the pleasure he gives you. âYour body seems to be begging for moreâŠWhy else are you shuddering in pleasure, love?âÂ
âNo, thatâs not it, justâŠlet me go, pleaseâ you whimper softly, and despite your efforts, another moan escapes your delicate lips. Shoyo smirks and pulls your panties to the side, stroking your wet lips, before delving a little deeper. You could feel him tease your hole with his fingers, the familiar touch of his fingers toying with your pussy makes you want to fall apart. But you donât, you refused to. Â
He doesnât do anything more than teasing, simply stroking your cunt in just the right ways to make you squirm. You watch through lidded eyes as Shoyo pulls his fingers back and smirks, they were covered in slick, your slick. He laughs at the sight, a smug smile making its way onto his face. He places his fingers on your lips, his face close to yours. You close your eyes, a stray tear making its way down your face as he gently pokes your lips with his slick coated fingers, his smirk growing. âLooks like your body is betraying you, love. You shouldnât lie to me, right~?âÂ
You fight the trained urge to open your lips and suck his fingers clean, like you were forced to do so many times in the past. Shoyoâs smirk widens a bit when he sees you stop yourself. He continues massaging you, going slightly faster, loving seeing how youâre trying to deny the pleasure. âIâm not lyingâ you say softly, turning your face away from his sharp, raptor-like gaze.Â
âOh really? Are you sure about that? You seem to be enjoying this a lot, darling~â. Â
You feel your legs go weak, you fight to keep standing, pleasure spreading through your body. âIâŠno, itâŠit's not like thatâ you mutter softly. Shoyo chuckles softly and buries his nose in your neck, taking in your familiar scent again. He could feel you getting weak, he felt his dick twitch in hos boxers again, enjoying the moans coming out of your mouth.Â
Fuck~ he wanted to take you right here, right now. Â
But he would wait. He was having too much fun teasing you at the same time.Â
âYou can try to deny it all you want, but you and I know that youâre giving in~â He continues massaging your clit, picking up the pace. He pushes his body up against you, making sure you canât go anywhere, only lean on him for support. You feel your body unconsciously lean against his, your legs shaking... just like he wanted you to. You wanted to fight the feeling, but you couldnât. Â
You feel his fingers continuing to tease your hole, driving you crazy. âIâm putting them in~â he whispers in your ear but before you can object you feel two of his fingers slip inside of you, easily. âNow that wasnât much trouble, youâre so wet for me they slipped right inâ Shoyo coos again. You close your eyes, hating your bodyâs reaction to this manâs touch. âAww, you feel that Sunflower, youâre sucking me inâ Shoyo taunts you, and you knew he wasnât wrong. Â
You could feel it too. Â
You try to hold back a moan, the pleasure intensifying. You were a little ashamed to admit, but it was the first time you had something inside since you left him. You try to hold back a moan but you couldnât. The way his fingers felt so good inside, even if he wasnât moving. Shoyo chuckles when he feels you lean against him, satisfied that he's able to break your resistance even just a little. His ears perk up when he hears your stifled moan and he smirks to himself. âItâs alright, love. You can make any sound you want here. No one is going to find us here. You can make all the loud noise you wantâŠLet it out~âÂ
âNo, no this isnât right. You shouldnât be here" you whimper trying to bite back your moans as you feel him move his fingers slowly. Â
Fuck~ it felt so good, his fingers, the way he moved, how gentle his movements were. Â
But you could never admit that out loud.Â
Shoyo laughs against your neck as he slowly moves his fingers in and out, loving youâre attempt to deny the pleasure. âWhy not~? We belong together, remember? Youâre my love, my Sunflower, and mine to have whenever I please.â Shoyo says softly, as if trying to lure you in with his sweet tone, and gentle words. Â
Just like he did the first time. Â
You donât say anything, your breath growing heavier the more Shoyo moved his fingers. Your eyes go wide when you feel him go faster. Shoyo chuckles and looks down at you. Seeing your eyes go wide is such a wonderful sight. He looks into them and doesnât slow down, pushing his fingers a little bit harder. Â
*Squelch*Â
*Slick*Â
*Sluck*Â
âI can see the pleasure in your eyes, love. You canât deny that youâre enjoying it. Look at you, quivering in pleasureâŠYouâre perfect~â Shoyo coos in your ear. âShut up...and just...leave me be, please,â you beg him, doing your best to hold in your moans. Shoyo laughs again and moves his head to your ear. âYouâre begging me to stop, but I can feel how your body is shaking under my touch. Your body is begging for more, my dear Sunflower~â Â
Â
You shake your head, ânoâŠâ You say weakly, moaning softly into his shoulder. You couldnât help it, the familiar pleasure that used to be a distant, unwanted memory slowly clouding your mind again. Â
Shoyo feels your pussy squeeze his fingers slightly as a small whine escape from your lips, he smirks, taking that as a sign that your willpower is slowly breaking, that youâre giving in. He loves how much youâre struggling to deny the pleasure, itâs arousing to see you trembling in ecstasy every time he touches you. The way you try to hide how good you feel, your labored breaths, the trembling of your legs, it does nothing but puff up his pride. Â
âOh, my sweet, sweet SunflowerâŠYouâre so beautiful like this. So, so, perfect~â he âpraisesâ you. You knew he was doing nothing but mocking you all over again. âNo, don't...donât talk to me like thatâ you pant through labored breaths, your hands finding their way to his shirt, gripping it to keep yourself grounded. You use his strong, lean yet well-built sports body to support your body. Shoyo can feel you clutching onto his shirt as you use him to prevent yourself from falling. He loves how your hands are shaking, grasping the fabric of his shirt. He knows that you're struggling to keep up your strength to resist. And he was loving every second of it.Â
âHmm~? I can talk to you however I want, my love. You belong to me. And I know that you love the way Iâm talking to you right now~â Â
You shake your head, denying it. âIâŠah~⊠I-I donâtâ you say, letting out a louder moan when Shoyoâs fingers brush against a familiar pleasure spot. Shoyo smirks and pushes his fingers deeper, hitting that spot again...and again...and again, loving how you let out a loud moan. âYou can try to lie all you want, my loveâŠBut I know that youâre lying. The way your body is acting speaks louder than your words, you know~â Shoyo murmurs in your ear. He moves his head to your neck and begins to kiss and suck all over, wanting to cover it with as many hickeys as he can. You can feel that familiar pleasure building up in your stomach despite your protest. Â
You didnât want to butâŠhe was going to make you; like he always did. âPlease, noâŠâ you weakly beg Shoyo when he starts moving his fingers faster and harder, hitting that spot again and again, going deeper than before still. Shoyoâs smirk widens when he hears you say ânoâ again even though he can hear the moans in your voice and feel how much your body is quivering in pleasure and how tight you are around his fingers.Â
âStop denying yourself, dear. Admit that youâre enjoying it. I know you love the feeling~âÂ
His mouth moves up to your ear and he whispers. âGive in and let it out, Sunflower~â You feel an electric shock like pleasure course through your body, your walls shuddering around Shoyoâs fingers. The red head smirks when he feels your soaking, messy cunt clamp down on his fingers, pulsing around him. He smirks, slowing down his rhythm just a little but not by much, prolonging your orgasm as he gently coos in your ear. Â
âThatâs itâŠGood girl~ I was wondering when you would give inâ Shoyo whispers gently, licking his lips as he looks down at you. âI can feel how youâre clenching around my fingers right nowâŠI know you want this, love~â he continues on. âShoyo~â You moan unconsciously when he keeps moving his finger. Â
Just like you were trained to do. Â
âPleaseâ you beg softly, looking up at him with teary eyes, a small trail of drool running down the side of your mouth. Your mind was clouded, your thoughts were so easily scrambled by his simple actions. Shoyo smirks down at you, enjoying the way your eyes looked zoned out, the small trail of drool dripping down your chin. He couldnât resist leaning in and licking it clean for you. He couldnât stop his smirk from growing into a smug grin once again when he hears you moan his name, loving the way you said it. His thoughts immediately go back to the way you used to say his name, like a sweet melody. Seeing the tears and the drool on your face makes him feel satisfied, that youâre slowly falling into your conditioned state. Seeing you in this helpless and pleasure filled state, he couldnât stop himself. He just had to tease you more.Â
âPlease what~? What do you want, love? Tell your sweet me what you need~â Shoyo mockingly coos with a twisted smile on his face. âWanna⊠ah~â you moan, unable to get your words out. Shoyoâs eyes shine when youâre unable to speak, loving the fact that youâre so wrapped up in the pleasure to even form words to speak to him. Seeing you so weak and vulnerable was so satisfying, it was like a dream come true once again. âYou want what~? Use your words, love~â He teases, seeing a smirk spread across his face as he speeds up, his fingers rubbing against that sensitive spot. Â
âWanna stop butâŠfeels good, feels really goodâ you whimper, tears falling down your face so perfectly as you beg Shoyo to stop but also to keep making you feel good. Shoyo laughs gently, his fingers moving even faster, massaging all your sweet spots he had memorized perfectly. Seeing you so helpless, desperately wanting the pleasure but not wanting to admit it, tears rolling down your face, it was so cute and arousing to him.Â
âYou want me to stop? But you know that youâre loving it, Sunflower. Your body is just begging for more⊠And Iâm here to give you what you really want~â Shoyo squeezes your breast again, his fingers playing with your sensitive bud that already felt achy and puffy from his previous teasing. You letâs out another moan, trying to keep quiet as your brain slowly starts to shut off, slowly giving into the pleasure. Shoyoâs smirk widens, leaning down to your ear and whispering, âthereâs no one here but us, love. You can make all the noise you want. Let me hear all those sweet moans coming out of your pretty mouth~âÂ
You shake your head, biting your lip. You wouldnât, you didnât want to. Shoyo grabs your chin and looks into your eyes. He doesnât like how youâre biting your lip, trying to hold back the moans and pleasure. He leans in, close enough to feel his breath on your face. âNo, my love. I want to hear your sweet moans. I want you to stop holding back and just let it all out. I want to hear you, hear the pleasure in your voice. Donât make me use force to get those noises out of you~â Â
You donât say anything, biting your lip harder. You were still trying to fight him on this. Shoyo feels his irritation growing with your continued resistance. He tightens his grip on your chin, his face still very close to yours. âI warned you, SunflowerâŠYou know what happens when you donât listen to me~â He moves his hand away from your chin and grabs your hair, gripping it tight and pulling it back. He moves his mouth to your neck and begins to bite and start a hickey there. He was rough and harsh in his actions, not caring if his bite hurt your or not, his fingers moving just as roughly. You whimper, trying to hold back any sounds as he gets rougher with you. You knew itâd only make him feel better about himself. Â
It hurtÂ
Shoyoâs eyes are cold and rough as he continues to bite your neck. The grip on your hair tightens as he gives you a large hickey, marking you as his. His fingers move quickly and abruptly showing no restraint or care for your feelings or comfort. He is only focusing on making you submit to him through a means too familiar to both of you. âYouâre being such a bad girl, love. I know youâre loving this; you know that you love it. Just give up and give in to meâŠâ Â
You whimper again. Some part of your brain whispers for you to fight the pleasure, to not give in. But it was hard, so hard not to. Shoyo continues to mark your neck, giving you large hickeys that would be impossible to hide. He feels you struggling to fight back against the pleasure, but he can see that youâre slowly giving in. With how youâre reacting, he knows that you canât hold out much more. After all, Â
He trained you too well. Â
âJust give in, loveâŠStop fighting. I know you want to, give in to the pleasure. Let me hear those sweet moans coming out of your mouth~âÂ
You donât say anything, not know what to say. Shoyo growls in frustration and pulls your hair harder, making you look at him. Heâs had enough of your disobedience, and heâs going to make you give in to him. He had finally found you after two fucking years, and if he had to retrain her again, he would. Â
âYouâre being so rebellious, Sunflower, you know that? You know I donât like it when you donât listen to me, yet here you are, trying to fight meâŠDo you need a reminder of what happens when you misbehave, love? Is that what you want?â His voice was gentle but she could hear the sharpness of his undertone, the obvious underlying threat in his words. You shiver at his tone, you knew you should say something, anything. But nothing comes to mind or leaves your mouth. You stay silent. Â
Shoyo narrows his eyes at your silence, frustrated at your lack of response. He leans down to your ear and whispers. âSince you wonât speak, I suppose Iâll have to show you what happens when youâre disobedient, my love.â He moves his hand away from your hair and grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He speaks in a low and cold tone. âDo you remember what happens next, love?â Your eyes widened, he wouldnât. But when he moves his hand from your chin to his belt buckle, you knew he was serious. Shoyo smirks when he notices your eyes widening when he moves his hand down to his belt buckle. He knows that youâre scared, but he also knows that you know heâs being serious.Â
âDo you understand now, love? You should have listened to me. You should have just given in like a good girl. Now look at you, scared and shaking in nervousness and anticipation, knowing that youâre going to be punished~â he was obviously mocking you. A low whimper leaves your lips, slowly shaking your head, your heart racing in your chest. âIâm sure you remember your punishmentsâ Shoyo smirks. Vivid memories from a recent past start to flash through your mind, the cruel things Shoyo would do to you that brought him joy. Â
Shoyo easily pulls his dick out of itâs confines, his other hand still buried inside your soaked pussy, pumping his fingers inside of you. His dick was already perked up, and leaking precum. You felt your heart drop. Â
He wouldn'tâŠÂ
But you knew he wouldÂ
Shoyo smirks at your expression, as if silently taunting you. âIf only you were a good girl for me, and gave me what I asked forâŠI wouldnât do have to do thisâ Shoyo whispers in your ear, slowly pulling his soaking wet fingers out your messy cunt. He licks his fingers clean, making sure you were watching him. Shoyo immediately repositions you both, forcing you against the wall again, making sure your hands were pressed against the wall. Â
âPlease, Iâm begging you not to. I... Iâll listen, so pleaseâ your soft voice tickling his ears. Shoyoâs smirk widens when he hears how soft and pleading your voice is. He knows that youâre desperate, that youâre begging him not to do it. But he has made up his mind. âBegging isnât going to help you, my love. You should have thought about that earlier. You should have given in when I asked. But you disobeyed me, and now youâll have to take your punishment like a good girl~âÂ
You stay silent, not knowing what to say. âPlease IâŠIâll listen, just please donât do this. Not again, please Iâm begging you, Shoyoâ you beg him, tears pouring down your face. Shoyo feels something in him shift, Â
Ah~ it had been so long since he heard his name on your lips.Â
Shoyo feels his dick twitch in excitement, his desire for you growing. You could feel it, the way his dick jumped and twitches against you. It made you feel disgusted, like you wanted to scream and cry butâŠyou couldnât. But at the same time... some part of you wanted this, as fucked up as it was. Â
Shoyoâs cold expression falters when he hears his name on your lips. It was like music to his ears. He hadn't heard you say his name like that in years, it was like you were his loving Sunflower again. He was torn between sticking to his decision and giving into his desires. The way you said it was like a sweet melody to him, it made him feel something deep inside of him, something primal and possessive. He could feel a rush of pleasure and satisfaction run through him. The urges he felt only being fed by way you said his name so desperately, so pleadingly. The tears rolling down your face and the way you were begging for him, it made him want you even more.Â
"Mmm~" He hums, his chest swelling up in pleasure from your words and the way you look. "Oh, how I missed you saying my name like that...But I don't think you realize just how disobedient you've been. You need to learn your lesson, my love." He says softly, taking his thick, veiny cock and slapping it against your ass. You couldnât help the way your body responded without your permission, the way your thighs rubbed together in anticipation, the way you subconsciously stuck your ass out more for him, as if you were pleading with him to touch you in a way you didnât fully know if you wanted or not at this point. Â
Shoyo noticed the way your body responded, the way you rubbed your thighs together and stuck out your butt without even realizing it. It was so obvious how you were unconsciously pleading for his touch. He knew that your body was craving his touch, even if you were unwilling to admit it. But something about knowing it wasn't your own will to do so, to react so easily to his touch, was satisfying to see. He loves how your body acts without your permission, how it responds obediently to him, just as he trained it to do. "Ah, your body is being so obedient, love. Even though your words are saying one thing, I know that your body is telling me another~"Â
"No, I'm not...it's not like that" you try to protest but your mind started to get more clouded, the smell of his scent, the familiar weight of his dick laying against your ass; it was all clouding your mind. You thought you were able to escape his grasp. But while you did so mentally, it looked like your body still belonged to him in the worst ways. Â
Hinata laughs at your protest, loving how weak your voice is, how you're struggling to deny that your body is pleading for his touch. He can feel your body giving in to the pleasure again, just like he wanted. He laughs again, a little louder this time. "Your words are saying one thing, love, but your body is telling a completely different story. Your body hasn't forgotten how it's supposed to act around me. You can say you hate it all you want, but your body is already surrendering to me~"Â
You shake your head, âno...itâs not like thatâ you repeat yourself, sounding like a broken record at this point. But Shoyo was right, your body seemed to tell a truth you werenât ready to admit. "You're not, huh? Then why is your body trembling? Why is your body subconsciously moving in the way I want, just like it was trained to do? Your body is telling me everything, loveâŠ"Â
You try to protest again but the warm feeling of his dick pressing against your entrance was more than enough to shut you up. âLast chance Sunflower, apologize for what you did~â Shoyo coos in your ear. You stay silent. Wrong move. Â
You feel Shoyo bottom out completely, his cock forcefully shoving itâs way into your needy hole. The glide was easy, your pussy already sopping wet, glistening with your slick that was dripping down your leg. Shoyo lets out a breathy moan, almost like a satisfied sigh, the same one you gave after finally getting your hands on something that youâve been yearning for, for so long. It made her shiver, whether it was from the pleasure of having his dick inside you or not, you couldnât tell. But those thoughts were quickly wiped from your mind when you heard his voice again. Â
Â
âFuck~, princess you feel so good...fucking missed this pussy, so muchâ he moans softly. Shoyo lets out a moan, sending shivers up and down your spine as his fingers dug almost painfully into your waist, keeping you still for him. The feeling of how your pussy squeezes and stretches around his girth, trying to accommodate his large size after all this time. He lets out a small groan from the pleasure from your tight cunt was giving him, he never wanted to let his feeling go. He can't help but lean his head back and let out a shaky breath. He missed this feeling for so long, he couldn't get enough of it.Â
âIt's been so long since I've been able to be so close to you like this. You just don't know how much I've ached for this, my Sunflower~" Shoyo lets out another moan. He was trying his best not to move yet, being nice enough to give you a couple of seconds to adjust to his size. But that restraint was quickly slipping. He desperately wanted to claim you again, to mark you as his own once more. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with a primal hunger, his breathing heavy.Â
"Gods, I've been waiting for this moment for years. I don't think I can hold back much more, love...I want you so badly~" he mutters in your ear before you start to feel him move.Â
Shoyo groans softly as he starts to move inside you, the feel of your tightness enveloping him, reminding him of how long it had been since he last held you, felt you. His movements were slow at first, his hands still gripping your hips tightly. He leans down next to your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Mmm, you feel so good, love...I'm not gonna be gentle, I'm too desperate for you..." His words sent a chill up your spine but...some part of you liked it, found enjoyment when he spoke to you like that, told you how desperate he was for you. Â
Shoyo starts to move faster, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He can feel you shiver at his words and he grins, loving the way you're responding to his touch. You could feel his body moving against yours in a steady yet frantic, borderline desperate rhythm. He leans down and gently bites your shoulder; his voice slightly ragged with desire. "Ah, you like that, don't you? The way I'm gripping you so tightly, so desperately, that's how much I want you...I'm done holding back now, love...I'm going to claim you as mine again, make you remember who you belong to, make you remember how good I can make you feel~. You feel so good, love...So perfect, so mine. I've missed this, missed you~ "Â
"Please...don't talk to me like that, I... I can't" you plead with him, knowing if he kept soothing you with sweet words while violating your body you...might break. Hinata doesn't listen to your plea. Instead, he continues to speak in a gentle yet possessive tone, his pace picking up as the pleasure escalates. "But I should talk to you like this, love. You are mine, and I will treat you that way. I don't care if you're fighting against this or me, I will show you that you belong to me...and you will accept it~" Â
âNo, I... I canât, not like this-â "Oh, but why not, princess? You've always loved it when I talked to you like this, you've always loved it when I was rough and possessive. I know you still do. I can see it in those beautiful eyes of yours~" Shoyo teases you, his dick slamming into you repeatedly, it was rough and it burned but you liked it. He was breaking you all over again. "I...I" you try to say but speaking was too hard, your brain was muddled with pleasure and pain, and you were enjoying all of it. Shoyo smirked with satisfaction at your struggled words. He increased the pace again, moving even rougher against you.Â
"That's it, love~ It's okay, you don't need to speak. Just feel everything. Just let yourself feel the pleasure and the pain, it's the only thing that matters now~"Â
âNo...I...â Â
He knows you're enjoying it, despite how much you try to deny it. "Don't try to speak, love. You're only gonna make it harder on yourself. Just give in, let me take control. Let me make you mine once more, as you were always supposed to be~"Â
âI...â you try to speak but he only chuckles at your futile attempt to speak once more. He moves his hand up to gently cover your mouth, gently hushing you again, his movements not faltering as he continues to fuck into you like an animal, like you were nothing more than a sex doll molded for his pleasure. He can see the internal struggle in your eyes, the way you're trying to deny yourself pleasure. "Shhh~ Stop fighting it, princess. Just stop fighting me and give in, give in to the pleasure and let yourself go...You know you want it, you know you've missed this as much as I have~"Â
âI...â you try to speak again but once more but your thoughts fail you. The feeling of Shoyo's shaft slamming into your abused cunt only driving you crazier, turning you stupid all over again. Â
Shoyo laughs softly as he feels you struggle once more. He can see how mindless you're becoming due to the pleasure, how your thoughts are failing you, and it only adds to his own enjoyment. "Don't force yourself, Sunflower. You're making it way too easy for me to break you. I love seeing you like this, all mindless and needy. You're becoming so stupid again, and it's so cute, just like I like you, just like I trained you to be~"Â
You let out a soft whimper, his words getting to you as his length reached deeper into your pussy, you could feel his head reaching your womb, he was deep...too deep, it hurt, but it felt so good. His words and his movements have you trembling and whimpering, your body overwhelmed with a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. Shoyo looks down at you, his breaths coming in short and sharp. He can see the pain and pleasure in your expression, how you're trying to hold on, but he is determined to see you break completely. "You're doing so well, my love. You look so beautiful like this. You're taking me so well, just like you were meant to. Just a little more, princess. Just give in to me~"Â
It was hard to resist his sweet words, even though you knew better; you could feel yourself slipping backwards, falling for his honey laced trap again. Hinata watches with satisfaction as he can see you slipping, falling once more for his sweet words. A sly smirk spreads across his lips as he can see the struggle in your eyes. "Don't fight it, princess. Don't resist. Just give in, give yourself to me. I know you want to. I know you're aching to surrender to me again. You know you belong to me, just let go and let me take care of you~"Â
It was getting so hard to resist, his sweet words lulling you into a false sense of security, his rough yet blissful strokes making your body tremble and shake with each movement. You could barely stand on your own, the only reason you hadnât fallen to your knees at this point was because Shoyo was holding you up. Â
You could feel the way his dick twitched inside you, the way his grip tightened on you. âCome now Sunflower, tell me, you missed me...didnât youâ Shoyo wasn't asking but saying those words, like he knew them to be a fact. âI...â you slowly mew, your thoughts practically nonexistent by now. Hinata grins, satisfied with your reaction. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust and possessiveness but there was also a sense of tenderness and care there...or was she just imagining that? She wasnât sure, she wasnât sure of anything really anymore. Â
She just wanted...to give in at this point. Â
Hinata laughs as he sees that distant fucked out look in your eyes. He can see how mindless you've become, how your thoughts have completely faded away, consumed by the pleasure he's giving you. "That's it, love. Just let it all go. Just give in and tell me what I want to hear. Tell me how much you've missed me. Tell me how much you've ached for me, how much you've needed me. I know it's true, I know you've missed me just as badly as I've missed you~"Â
He could see the fight left your eyes at this point, his dick drilling away every single unneeded thought in your head. Good. Â
"Mmm, you're almost there, love. You're so close to giving in completely. Say it, my princess. Say you missed me~" he says gently, his voice sweet and gentle on your ears. âI...I missed you...â you mutter softly, your thoughts no longer there. Hinata grins as he hears your soft muttered words. He can tell from your voice that your thoughts are no more, that you're finally submitting to him completely. "Ah~ That's a good girl, princess. You didn't fight back this time; you gave in like you should've from the start. Say it again, my love, tell me how much you missed me~"Â
He starts to move faster, driving himself deeper into you. He could feel a coiling tension in his body, demanding to be released. And you were the same, a familiar tension building up in your stomach, ready to burst at any second. âTogether, princessâ Shoyo mutters, and you find yourself nodding, agreeing with whatever he wanted. Hinata grins as he sees you nodding, agreeing with his words. He can feel the tension building up in both of you, both of you on the edge of release. "That's it, princess. We're gonna release together, just like always. Just like we were meant to."Â
He starts to move even faster, his pace becoming almost desperate as he seeks release, trying to bring you over the edge with him. Â
âFuck! Sunflower, just like that...shit, you feel so good, fucking missed you so much, my needy little princess; your tight cunt, all of itâ Shoyo moans loudly when that tension finally releases. You could feel his hot cum filling your womb, causing you to fall apart right after him. You let out a muffled cry of pleasure, barely able to register anything but the feeling of his hot seed spilling inside of you, marking you as his once more, and the feeling is euphoric for Shoyo, somewhat less for you even in your dazed state.Â
"Mmm, love...I've missed you so much, my Sunflower... My princess...You're mine, all mine..." Shoyo mutters, staying buried deep inside you even after his balls finish emptying inside of you. You slowly nod your head, unable to do anything. Â
In your dazed state you were unsure of a lot of things, not even able to think correctly but you had a feeling...this time, Â
you wouldnât be able to escape again. Â
THIS WAS SO GOOD
Tomura Shigaraki x Dabi x Twice x cow hybrid f!Reader Genre: Smut Notes: this is a sequel to this... enjoy đź (you can probably read this without reading part one but... part one is bomb and u should totally read it đ€Ș) Warnings: 18+, noncon, pseudocest, lactation, bukkake, rough touching, nipple play, degradation, praise, group sex, cumplay??, fingering, masturbation, dacryphilia, slapping, spitting, kicking, hair pulling. Words: 3.7k
âNii-San! Too rough!â you cry. âToo rough with me!â you continue.
âShut up,â Tomura hisses. âTheyâre fucking broke, why doesnât it ever work when I do it?â he complains.
âBecause youâre a fucking incel and have no idea how to touch women.â Touya teases.
The light provocation is more than enough to rile up your brother. And who is lucky enough to be at the receiving end of his frustration? You. He slaps you, spits in your face and shoves you further into the ground. That slinky tail of yours waves around in the air as you try and pick yourself up. It was like you were begging for Tomura to yank it. You screech eerily, itâs jarring enough to cause everyone to cover their ears.
This would not be happening if your daddy wasnât away on business. Touya was right, Tomura didnât have a clue how to touch a woman. But your daddy was perfect. You miss him. Heâd keep you safe; he always does.
If only Tomura and his friends hadnât stumbled across your little indiscretion with your daddy. If only Tomura hadnât discovered that your tits leak milk when youâre aroused.
You wouldnât be in this fucking mess right now.
Jin drops to the ground. He can be just as mean as the others, but he has a sweet side too. Thereâs no doubt that heâs your favourite of Tomuraâs friends. You curl your body away from him, still sceptical of his intentions. But he looks at you with pleading eyes. Heâs begging for you to trust him. And maybe youâre dumb for having faith in him; but something is telling you to believe he wonât hurt you.
He sits with his back to the wall and spread legs, inviting you between them. You accept. You shuffle along, doing your best to prevent the swishing of your tail. If any of them must violate you like this, desperate for their milky reward, youâd rather it be Jin. He hooks his feet around your ankles, spreading you open for your brother and Touya to see. You nestle your face into the crook of his neck. Youâre embarrassed, ashamed. He doesnât mind. He wants to help.
Two thick fingers plunge into your already sopping hole. You mewl from the stretch, his fingers are a lot bigger than your brotherâs. He lightly rolls a nipple between his finger and thumb. You instantly feel at ease. Itâs obvious he has experience, something your dear brother severely lacks.
âJust relax sweetheart, gonna make you feel good.â he whispers as his face turns to you. A grin forms on his face when he sees your cute little ears twitching from the positive reinforcement. âCum already! Iâm getting bored!â he adds, the risen volume making you jolt.
You wrap an arm around his neck, pulling your face closer into him. For some reason, itâs irritating Tomura. Heâs never been protective of you before. He hates you, after all. But seeing Jin be so kind to you and seeing how affectionate you are with him. Heâs worried. Is he, jealous?
âYouâre doing great baby, sorry I shouted. I didnât mean it okay?â Jin hums. You nod, tears pricking at your eyes. Itâs so unusual for boys your age to be nice to you. Tomura had made it very clear that you would never be allowed to make friends at university, he easily turned everyone against you. So, to have Jin be so sweet with you, almost like a friend. It was foreign, but it was nice.
âStop being fucking nice to her, makinâ me feel like I shouldnât be watching.â Touya interjects. Jin snickers but ignores his friend. Much to Tomuraâs chagrin.
âCome on bitch, cum for me already!â Jin repeats in a similar vain to his previous outburst. How could you possibly cum when you were so nervous? But because of his irritating secondary voice, heâd mastered the art of speaking whisper quiet when he needed to. He lined his mouth up with your little, twitching ears, so he could help move things along. âI think youâre the prettiest girl Iâve ever seen in my whole life,â he murmurs. âeven your cow parts, in fact, I think they make you even prettier.â he confesses. You pull your face out of your hiding spot and look at him.
âYeah?â you whisper back.
âYeah.â he assures you. The feeling of his big fingers fucking your insides all of a sudden feels a lot more enjoyable. âThink you can cum fâme? Wanna make you feel good, gorgeous.â
Tomura has had enough, heâs not about to stand around and watch while you have a private conversation with his friend. Slut. Ugly cow slut. He begins to approach to drag you away from him, but Touya has noticed something he hasnât. He holds his arm out to prevent him from moving any further. Your cute little face scrunches up and your mouth falls into an âOâ shape as your brotherâs blonde friend batters your insides. The squelching is obscene, youâre desperate for this to be over so you can get on with your day. Youâre close, so close.
âJin!!âNggh!â you moan.
You feel embarrassed as you cum in front of an audience. Touya and Tomura are lording above you while Jin holds you gently against him on the ground. Youâve done what they ask. So, you know whatâs next.
âMake her do it, Jin.â Tomura commands. So Jin gets to work, pulling gently and carefully on the nubs of your breast. Itâs so tender, loving. It reminds you of how daddy is with you. âHurry up.â Tomura orders. With the right pull and a perfect pinch, your breasts are leaking. Tomura scrambles to the ground and hurries towards you, not wanting to waste a drop. He latches onto your breast and suckles greedily.
âFuckinâ freak.â Touya hums. Itâs ignored by your brother, heâs too drunk on the treats from your teats.
He wipes his mouth breathlessly as he takes all that you can give. He looks up at Touya, unashamed of his behaviour. He just pants, and pants. Until finally, he smiles.
âMake her do it again, you both need to taste it.â Tomura commands.
Jin gets to work on rubbing your swollen clit, eager to make this nightmare end for the both of you. Itâs a relief that youâre so sensitive already, it takes no time at all to have you on the verge of cumming again. Jin stares intently into your eyes as you come closer and closer to the precipice. Heâs telling you that you can do it. Youâre amazing and you can do it. So, you do. God, you do. Jin begins tugging on your nipples again before Touya objects.
âIâm not an incel like this freak, I got it.â he tells his friend.
Youâre yanked away from Jin and pulled onto Touya as he sits comfortably on the ground. He has you straddling him. He bites his lip as he admires the changes of your face. You must like it when your nii-sanâs friends touch you. Whore. Stupid cow whore.
âDo my fingers feel good, sweetheart?â he asks you. You nod. He pinches a little harder, making you wince. âWords, doll. Tell me how good my fingers feel.â
âG-Good, Touya. Feels good.â you admit. It wasnât a lie. It was obvious Touya had the most sexual experience out of Tomuraâs friend group, and yet, you much preferred it when Jin was touching you. He pulls you closer to him, lacing his fingers through your hair and pulling you downwards. The skin of your neck is completely exposed, he nibbles lightly on your pulse point which makes your cunt clench around nothing. He lets you go, resuming his tender rolling of your nipples. And soon, theyâre leaking once again.
âTaste it.â Tomura instructs.
Touya latches on, not offering Tomura a verbal response but feeling more than comfortable to flip him off. Heâs devouring your essence. It is good. He supposes he understands why Tomura canât get enough. Shit. He canât get enough, either. He pulls away, he isnât breathless like Tomura, but it was certainly an awakening for him. His lips are parted, theyâre decorated with speckles of white milk. The upper and lower lip are connected by a milky, webbed string. He smirks at you, pursing his lips and making kissy noises.
You know what he wants.
You lean down to kiss him. And itâs weirdly intimate. Passionate, in fact. It enrages Tomura. He tries to intervene, but Touya sharply kicks him away. He huffs and groans. Heâs furious. But what can he do? Itâs Jinâs turn, anyway. Heâll just have to keep getting jealous until he makes his friends leave.
âLet Jin try,â Tomura speaks. But Jin shakes his head.
âNot interested. Let me taste your tits babe!â both of his friends were confused. Two conflicting points, but they always know which voice to believe. Why didnât he want a turn? âYou guys⊠Youâve skeeved me out. Freaks, both of you. I donât wanna do it.â he confesses.
âSuit yourself.â Tomura responds.
âAw, I think Jinâs in love. Tryna take the fuckinâ high road and make us look shitty?â Touya torments.
Jin huffs, searching for his cigarettes and lighter in his jacket pocket. He nods along with Touyaâs statement, anything to placate him. He doesnât love you, obviously. He doesnât know you. Youâre just Tomuraâs little sister. He thinks youâre cute, but love? Tch. In any case. As cute as he thinks you are, he isnât going to miss out on the finale.
Jin stands to his feet, as do Tomura and Touya. The sound of three zippers coming down whirrs through your mind and sends a disgusting, unexplainable feeling through your senses. You canât handle getting gang banged. Not today, not ever. But that isnât what this is. Donât you worry your slutty little head about that.
Three menacing glares were fixed on you. Glowering down at your frightened, confused form. Jin was different, like heâd become a new person. The sweet, caring whispers were a thing of the past. All three of them had removed their hardened cocks from the confines of their trousers and are pumping away.
âT-Tomura-nii?â
âSit nicely for nii-san.â he tells you, the familiar slit of his cock looking you dead in the eye. âYouâve been a good girl for us today, so weâre going to give you our milk now.â
Tomura ordered you to stay on your knees until they were done with you. The hard, cold flooring was less than comfortable for your aching legs. It was upsetting that zero of the three men standing before you thought to offer you some comfort in the form of a couch cushion or a blanket. But you arenât surprised. Theyâre only out for themselves.
âWhoâs first?â Tomura questioned.
âProbably you, right? Two pump chump, fuckinâ virgin.â Touya remarks, smirking once more as he finds himself so damn amusing.
ââm not a fucking virgin anymore!â Tomura argued.
âWhy is that again? Oh yeah, because you bullied your little sister into fucking you and she agreed so that youâd like her more.â Touya continued.
âShut up, Touya.â Tomura seethed, âYou go first, fucking asshole.â
It was odd, really. That they were snapping and staring at each other while they had their dicks out. It was like they were threatening each other with their erections. A standoff, almost. It was even weirder that they didnât seem to notice it was an unusual thing to do with friends. Maybe theyâve done this before, another innocent girl in the exact same position you are. But Touya shrugged. He was happy to go first. Heâs been aching for a while now, and he couldnât wait to see what you looked like covered in his pearly white cum.
His fingers laced through your hair yet again, forcing you to look up at him. He was smiling, really smiling. A cheesy, skin crawling smile that sent fear from the tips of your ears to the edge of your tail. Touya didnât seem to be embarrassed that he had the shortest length in comparison to his friends. It wasnât short by any means. Easily six inches. A nice length, not too thick either. It didnât bother him at all. He has the most experience. He has the record for girls heâs made cream themselves. The size doesnât matter, he knows what to do with it.
The blood pumps through his cock as he continues beating his length. His eyes fluttered closed as he focuses on his impending high. Memories race through his mind of girls heâs fucked and orgasms heâs experienced. His teeth grit. God, youâre so cute. Youâre better than any of them. His eyes open again, and he bites his lower lip, harsh enough to draw blood. Itâs your eyes, you see. Your sweet, innocent eyes all blown to hell. Itâs like youâre pleading with him to not do this to you. But he has to. He needs to.
âGonna look so pretty, painted with my cum.â he croons. You feel slick dribble out of your sloppy cunt. If thereâs one thing you like about Touya more than anyone else, itâs his voice. And now, with the way youâre squirming on the ground, heâs picked up on it. âDâya like my voice princess? Like it when I talk dirty, and low?â he wonders. You nod.
Your eyes are watery. The way his tip leaks doesnât go amiss, so wet and ready to cover you in his wasted kids. He feels himself getting hotter. His forehead coated in a thin, sheen layer of sweat. Inky black locks sticking down against him. Heâs running out of air, out of resolve. He canât last. He needs to give it to you.
âGonna cum, doll. G-Gonnaâ Ah, oh â fuuuuuck â take it.â he growls. Watery, white sperm lands on you. Itâs hot, boiling almost. Itâs warmed your entire face. You feel sick when you realise he got in your hair. It seems endless. Has it been a while for the resident stud? âThaaaatâs it. Fuck, looks so fuckinâ good babe.â he groans, forcing out the last of his release.
You feel filthy. And itâs only going to get worse, two more scumbags to go.
Tomura wants to be last, process of elimination dictates that Jin is next. He lights up another cigarette in his mouth before forcing you to look up at him. Itâs erotic, somehow. It certainly makes you more aroused, seeing his cigarette latched between his lips as he jerks himself off in front of you.
He can see the adoration in your eyes, too. Fuck, maybe he does love you. Itâs undeniably a sight he can get used to. You still trust him, donât you? Thatâs sad. That is real sad, actually. Simply because he showed the tiniest bit of kindness to you, youâre giving him more credit than he deserves. He meant what he said, but he only said those things to make you cum.
Jin is the biggest of the three, by far. Thick and long. Veiny, too. It didnât surprise you at all. Heâs the tallest of the three and itâs easy to see heâs got the biggest build. You knew the blonde would have a monster betwixt his thighs.
The cigarette is giving away how close he is, how desperate and needy he is to cum. With each inhale, the smoke comes out of his nostrils in shaky, erratic breaths. Youâre perfect. Youâre perfect. Yes, youâre fucking perfect. He loves you. He loves you, has he always loved you? He doesnât love you, yes he does! He canât love you. Heâs been through this; he doesnât know you. But look at you. So obedient, so beautiful, so willing. You love his cock, donât you? Better than Tomuraâs and Touyaâs. Heâs hoping you think you might love it more than your daddyâs.
âSay you love me,â he speaks, orange embers on the tip of the cigarette flickering playfully as he talks. âsay it, say it darlinâ. You love my fat cock, donât you skank?!â
âI- I-â
âFucking say it.â
âI⊠I love you Jin. I love your⊠yourâŠâ you gulp. The little bob in your throat makes his eyes roll over white momentarily. He wants to see his cock shoved down there, he knows itâd choke you. But youâd try your best for him, wouldnât you? You love him after all. Youâd take his heavy cock down your throat. Thatâd prove you love him alright, if you let Jin fuck your tight liâl throat. Next time. And away from these degenerate freaks.
His cigarette almost drops from his lips, but he catches it skilfully with his teeth. The way you jump and quickly close your eyes as he shoots his cream onto you is the cutest fucking thing heâs ever seen in his whole entire life. He grunts loudly, itâs manly and so erotic. He seems older than the other two. More mature. Touya may have fucked more girls, but Jin seems more grown. He doesnât care to argue with them when they start. He isnât interested in comparing dick sizes and he has no desire to get into competitions over girls. Heâs here to cover you in his cum, and thatâs all that matters.
His head droops backwards while he orgasms. Smoke from his cigarette dances and twirls upwards towards the ceiling. His contribution to your skin is both better and worse than Touyaâs. Itâs thicker. You prefer thick, creamy cum over runny. Although in this instance, you canât stand it. It already felt disgusting to have one personâs essence on your skin. And now, theyâre mixing. Youâre sticky and gross. And you still have one more to go.
Your dear nii-san.
And what a pretty nii-san he is. The skinniest guys always have the longest cocks. Though he was still beat in length by Jin, he had a skinnier shaft too. Each of the men above you had something different to offer, and you were more nervous than ever now it was your brotherâs turn. He jerked himself off with one hand as he ruffled his hair momentarily with the other. No wonder heâs so well liked and popular. Heâs just so handsome. You still couldnât believe he was a virgin until he fucked you. How werenât girls throwing themselves at him?
âYouâve n-never looked better.â he smiles, observing your features. âAll of this cum is covering that ugly face of yours.â he taunts, Cheshire grin taking over his face as he snickers at you.
âTomura-nii⊠âm not ugly.â you sniffle, unable to hide your hurt feelings from them. Touya laughs lazily down at you. But Jin turns away. He canât stand to watch, to listen. But heâd never defy Tomura or challenge him. Maybe he doesnât love you as much as he thought. It was pre-orgasm hysteria.
âYou are, though.â he replies to you. âAn ugly little cow. You should be grateful my friends and I are giving you the honour of our cocks. No one else will, you know. No one wants to be with a freak of nature like you.â he spits.
âP-Please, stopâŠâ you beg. Your fat tears roll down your face and mix with the copious amounts of cum covering you already. You truly have never, ever felt so disgusting and so used. But this is what Tomura wants, you donât realise it. But thereâs something so arousing about seeing you cry.
âAw, poor little bitch. Did nii-san upset you?â he asks, and you nod. âGood. Ugly whore. You look even uglier when you c-cry.â he stammers. Voice betraying him eventually as he climbs towards his release.
He rubs his forehead with the back of his hand, eliminating the glossy sweat thatâs making his icy blue locks stick to him just as Touyaâs hair had been. Tremoring fingers begin to scratch at his skin, his neck. Heâs anxious suddenly. Why are you fucking looking at him like that? You know how. Like you always do. So fucking needy and upset. He yanks your right ear, and you yelp woefully.
âOpen your mouth for me.â
And you do. And for some reason, that is what makes him lose it. Your willingness to please your nii-san in any way that you can. The immediate enthusiasm to open your mouth if it means it will gratify your brother. And itâs wet. Your mouth, itâs so fucking wet. Your pink muscle vibrating in your mouth as you wait for him to deposit his load inside. Spit strings between your teeth. He feels stupid now, too. Because like Jin, he wishes heâd fucked your ugly little face instead. Give you a real reason to cry. He only spurts a little into your mouth. The rest squirting across your cheeks and into your eye. It stings, fuck, it really stings. As if you needed any more of a reason to cry.
âGood girl, stupid cunt. Yâhear me? My stupid cunt, nii-sanâs ugly little cow.â
Theyâve all tucked themselves away now. Ready to move on and head out somewhere for more fun. They arenât sure what could be more fun than that. They canât wait up to meet up with Kai and tell him how badly he missed out. Tomura has forbidden you from moving from that exact spot until theyâre out of the penthouse. Youâre cradling your bloodshot eyes. Praying desperately that they leave quicker. You want a shower; you want an ice pack. You want to be alone.
Jin halts as Touya and Tomura enter the elevator. He explains he forgot something, and heâll meet up with them in a few hours. Heâs gotta go home and pick up some things. They shrug their shoulders and bid him farewell. Tomura has known Jin long enough now, he trusts that he wonât try and steal anything. He trusts that heâll retrieve whatever it is heâs forgotten and get out.
But he wonât.
He wonât, because he hasnât forgotten anything.
He approaches you. Jin crouches down on the balls of his feet and offers you a hand. Heâs smiling. Not menacingly. Not with an ulterior motive. Heâs just smiling, earnestly.
âLetâs get you cleaned up, yeah?â
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Love Me Wrong [03 ; Control]
content: amnesia, manipulation, yandere themes, noncon, dubcon, smut, rimming, double penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, fauxcest, exhibitionism, haitani sandwich, dry-humping, implied somno
featuring: rindou x reader x ran, mikey x reader
note: the story continues with the haitani brothers. this is probably the filthiest thing i've ever written but ran and rin deserve this and so much more. dark content ahead so minors can not-so kindly f*ck off! also, feel free to reblog, drop an ask, or leave a comment <3
words: 3.5k
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There were few things Ran Haitani genuinely cared about in this world. They were things heâd made sure to include in his daily routine and had done so for over a decade now. In fact, they were the motivating factors behind everything he did. While others considered Ran Haitani to be an enigma, he liked to believe he was as uncomplicated as they came.
Because the only things Ran Haitani cared about were his younger brotherâs happiness, the state of his hair, and having enough rolled-up bills in the safe to ensure both in case things went south with Bonten. An event that seemed more unlikely as time went on but one that Ran didnât cross out entirely, because no matter how stable things had been for the organization, there was always a chance. And after doing time, Ran liked to think heâd matured a bit no matter how much Rin insisted otherwise.
It was that glass-half-empty mentality when it came to Bonten that made him particularly precautious when it came to the kidnapping of Kisakiâs sisterâeven if her memories were a tangled mess behind those fogged eyes of hers. Somehow sheâd reverted to being the annoyingly clingy girl thatâd sought out her brother during Ranâs time in Tenjiku. Except now, instead of being rebuffed by cold blue eyes and derisive insults, her devotion was soaked up by hollow black eyes and a corpse-like face that twitched to life more often than ever before.
The ticking emotional timebomb that was Manjiro Sano was being poked and prodded by a girl-like woman, and that was enough of a reason for Ran Haitani to do everything in his power to deter the explosion.
But when his efforts were intersected by his little brotherâs growing affection for Mikeyâs âsisterâ, Ran switched gears and dedicated himself to his brotherâs happiness. Even if that happiness meant Ran would have to stuff a few more rolls into the safe to steer clear of the impending calamity.
A calamity that Rindou, like his older brother, knew would happen sooner rather than later thanks to Kisakiâs annoying sister. Heâd also known her from their Tenjiku days, back when Izana Kurokawa had teamed up with the girlâs real brother to bring down the âInvincible Mikeyâ. That hadnât been the case and a decade later they paid homage to one of them while regarding the other and anyone close to him as a stain that needed to be wiped clean.
And yet the woman whoâd once called Kisaki Tetta âbrotherâ was spared by Mikey; a gesture that everyone except Sanzu had deemed generous until their leaderâs nefarious intentions came to light one evening. The woman was declared Bontenâs whore and her first client was Sanzu while Mikey watched.
Also like his brother, Rindou liked to believe heâd also matured from being the bespectacled teen thatâd been quick to start throwing punches. He knew how to hold himself back and preferred to use his brain instead of his fists to inflict torturous pain on those who crossed himâthat sadistic side of his hadnât changed.
Kisakiâs sister was also just as annoying as sheâd been back then, but instead of slamming her head against the kitchen island she used to prepare her endless attempts of fattening up Mikey, Rindou wanted to fuck her against it.
He wanted to gag her mouth with the kitchen towel she always dried her hands with, tie her hands behind her back with the apron that was like a second skin to her, bend her over the marble counter she used to knead dough, and fuck her tight little ass; a hole heâd be willing to bet, was untouched by anyone.
Because as much as Rindou had hated the annoying little bitch years ago, he wanted the naive, doe-eyed woman sheâd become. He needed to be the next person Mikey deemed worthy of fucking her, and luckily for him, he had a brother that would stop at nothing to make that happen.
All of Bontenâs top administration had a role to fill; a section of the organization to oversee. For the Haitani brothers, this was the entertainment sector of the organization. They were in charge of the brothels, clubs, and bars under Bontenâs domain. Thanks to their years of experience, their sector was Bontenâs most successful, and with that came the confidence of their leaderâor a semblance of it being it was Mikey they were dealing with.
Confidence that had only increased thanks to Sanzuâs mistake in the womanâs room. Two weeks had passed since then and Sanzu was still away in Osaka on âbusinessâ. A gift from the gods themselves Ran had declared to his brother during one of their audits on their most successful brothel. It operated under the guise of an upscale club/bar where only the upper-echelons of society gained entry. There, in one of the VIP lounges that oversaw the dance floor below, they stood with a drink in hand, hawk-like eyes scanning their establishment.
Ran took a sip of his drink. âNumbers are looking good. Not that I expected otherwise.â
Rindou didnât spare a nod to his brother, eyes fixed on the crowd of dancing bodies below. The lounge was surrounded by sound-proof glass, so Ran knew Rindou had heard him despite his lack of a response, verbal or physical.
Amused by his younger brotherâs unusual indifference, particularly when it came to business, Ran followed his gaze to find a woman at the receiving end of it. She stood at the sidelines in a tight skimpy number that left little to the imagination. From the color of her outfit, she was one of their girls but that was beside the point.
Ran quickly realized it was her resemblance to Kisakiâs sister that had caught his little brotherâs attention. A resemblance that was by no means uncanny but was enough to get the wheels turning in Ranâs head.
âI have an idea regarding your little crush on the Bossâ sister,â Ran offered, swirling the last swig of spirit in his glass. This time, Rindou not only spared him a glance but even responded, his interest piqued.
âWhat do you have in mind?â
His brother might have been a cocky bastard, but Rindou couldnât deny that he had the freakish ability to manipulate people into doing whatever he wanted. People that apparently included their boss, Mikey.
Somehow Ran had managed to convince Mikey to ditch Takeomi and Mochi and join them on an impromptu visit to the brothel, and once there, his most intricate plan unfolded that led the unsuspecting leader of Bonten to a private room where Rindou was ballâs deep in the lookalikeâs ass.
If it hadnât been for the whoreâs tight asshole clamping down on his cock and pushing him to his release, Rindouâs desire would have shriveled under the obscure intensity of Mikeyâs gaze. The same gaze that had preceded the death of countless others.
Luckily for him, Ran knew exactly was he was doing and offered their boss a seat that he wordlessly accepted, pitch-black eyes shifting to the woman and widening fractionally.
That was how the Haitani brothers found themselves invited to Y/Nâs room the following night, escorted by Mikey himself, whose lips twitched the moment he spotted his fake sister.
She was sitting on the armchair next to the bookshelf Mikey had built for her to store her plethora of cookbooks. She held a large hardcover over her lap that she immediately shut and set on the coffee table adjacent to her before rising to her feet and rushing toward Mikey.
It was only then that the brothers were able to take in her clothingâor lack of. She wore a white strappy open cup bra that revealed more than it covered. Hugging her waist was a matching white garter belt attached to white mesh stockings. The most tantalizing part of her get-up, however, had to be her lack of panties that exposed her cunt to the three men in the room.
Blood rushed to Rindouâs cock as he watched the object of his desires embrace her âbrotherâ while Ran watched with a smirk pulling at his mouth.
âMikey!â she squealed in delight, lacing her arms around his neck. âI missed you so much.â
A glimmer of glee shined in Mikeyâs eyes; a reaction only the sister of his most hated enemy could draw out.
It was then that she realized they werenât alone and a look of unease flashed across her pretty face. Her eyes darted between both brothers as her arms slipped off Mikey and she stiffened. If Mikey noticed her change in demeanor, he ignored it and wrapped his lanky arms around her waist, holding her possessively.
âAh Mikey, Iââ
âDid you do what I asked you?â He released her and looked her over while she shrank under the ferocity of his gaze.
She swallowed audibly and flushed, lowering her gaze demurely. âI-I⊠yes, I did.â
The Haitaniâs curiosity over what exactly their leader had asked her to do didnât last long. A wicked grin graced Mikeyâs delicate features.
âShow us.â
Without any real resistance, Kisakiâs sister stepped to the side and slowly turned around, her ass on full display. Trembling hands traveled to her backside and spread her ass cheeks apart, revealing a glass buttplug in the shape of a heart.
Rindouâs cock strained painfully against his slacks and it took all of his willpower to stop him from bending her over and fucking her stretched-out hole. Ran faired better than his brother, but even he wasnât immune to the effects of a bejeweled hole on full display, and his cock twitched to life.
âGood girl,â Mikey cooed. âNow, why donât you take it out and show the Haitani brothers your pretty little asshole.â
âMikey, please.â She turned to face her brother, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. âD-do I have to?â
Mikey quirked his head to the side, strands of white partially covering the confused look that graced his delicate features. âI think you know the answer to that, sweetheart.â
Tears trailed down her face, but she kept her gaze fixed on her brother as wavering fingers gripped the gem and pulled it out tantalizingly slow. Rindou bit back a moan from seeing the bulbous plug stretching her tight muscle. It was a sizeable thing that left her lubed hole clenching around nothing; something Rindou would remedy as soon as Mikey gave his consent.
âSuch a pretty obedient girl, isnât she Rindou?â Mikey strolled to the armchair his sister had previously sat on. âWhy donât you reward her for prepping so thoroughly?â
His boss didnât need to ask twice. In a manner of seconds, she was guided to the bed by Rindou and positioned on her hands and knees with her ass up. He could feel the mess of precum inside his clothes but decided to savor the moment and her first.
Kneeled on the bed with his fingers digging into the supple flesh of her ass cheeks, Rindou licked his lips and lowered his mouth to her hole that was pretty indeed.
âAhhhh~â
The object of his desires moaned and wriggled under Rindouâs hold as his tongue licked around her tight muscle before pushing inside. He was relentless in his devotion, kissing and licking until she keened into her bedsheets. It wasnât until he could smell her arousal leaking out of her trembling form that he decided to give in to his fantasies.
Never before had Rindou released his aching cock faster than in that moment, his length erect and already covered in tacky precum, and the condom heâd brought was put on in record time as well. He settled behind her and rubbed his shaft along her dripping slit, lathering it up with slick to ease his passage. With each thrust between her legs, he could feel her clenching cunt but fought off the urge to fuck it.
âAnother hole for another time,â he thought, taking hold of his cock and pressing it against her prepped hole.
It took all of Rindouâs willpower and experience to stop himself from peaking just from pushing into her tight ass that clenched and unclenched with each inch of his throbbing cock. Her initial cries of pain lasted until he was fully sheathed inside her before they turned into whines as her entire body shuddered. Arching her back, she peered back at him, her teary face flushed and lips parted.
âPlease⊠wanna feel good.â She wiggled her hips and her tight walls clenched down, drawing out a strained hiss from Rindou. Spurred on by her encouragement, his hands gripped her garter belt and began pumping into her.
Fucking Kisakiâno, Mikeyâsâsister was unlike anything Rindou had ever experienced. She was tighter than any hole his dick had sunken into, male or female, and he could practically feel his control slipping away from him with each drag against her walls.
âFuckâ he cursed, teetering at the brink of a premature orgasm. âCâmere, pretty girl.â
He sat back on his knees and pulled her back flush against him with his cock still buried inside. The change of position allowed him to stave off his peak and help Mikeyâs sister with hers. Rindouâs hand traveled between her slickened folds until his fingers found her clit, protruding and just begging to be touched. She mewled at the attention he gave that bundle of nerves and rewarded him by clamping down on his cock.
âPlease,â she whined and turned her head toward her brother instead of the man balls deep in her ass. âW-want more⊠want my pussy full too.â
Rindouâs hips stuttered at her plea. He was at a loss over her ability to address another man, let alone the one she believed was her own flesh and blood, amnesic or not. She had never acted like this with Kisaki, her real brother, and Rindou wondered what twisted ideas Mikey planted in her impressionable and broken mind.
âRan,â Mikey snapped, breaking the elder Haitani brother out of his gaze. âYou heard her. Put on a condom and give her what she wants.â
Ran swallowed. âYes, Mikey.â He threw an apologetic glance at his baffled younger brother before following his Bossâ command. Giving his already erect cock a couple of pumps, he joined the couple on the bed and tried to ignore the look of betrayal on his brotherâs face.
While Ran Haitani didnât share the same ardent attraction to Kisakiâs sister his little brother felt, he couldnât deny that heâd wanted her the moment she showed off her pretty gaping hole. Besides, Ran wasnât going to say no to Mikey of all people, especially when it came to his âsisterâ who was proving to be more dangerous than heâd ever imagined.
After adjusting their position to accommodate him, Ran peered at the woman that was practically begging for him to fuck her. Tears dotted her lust-filled eyes, a deep flush spread across her face, and her parted mouth let out the sweetest noises with each snap of his brotherâs hips.
Still trying to convince himself he was merely following Mikeyâs orders, Ran dragged his length against her slit to lubricate his shaft. She whined cutely and even moved her hips against Ranâs cock, eliciting hisses from both Haitani brothers. Throwing caution to the wind, Ranâs hands replaced Rindouâs around her hips and he buried himself to the hilt all at once.
âShiiiiit!â Rindou moaned when he felt his brotherâs cock through the thin barrier of skin that separated them. âSâfucking tight.â
The woman between the Haitani brothers screamed as both men mercilessly fucked both of her holes. While at first, they settled into a rhythm that alternated which brother thrust into her, they became sloppier the closer they were to their respective orgasms and sometimes impaled the woman simultaneously.
âPlay with her tits.â
The grunted command captured the attention of the three and they looked at the orchestrator of everything with varying reactions. Mikey sat on his armchair with a single hand pumping his erect cock, brow furrowed and eyes burning with lust as he watched the debauchery taking place.
Rindou was disgusted and immediately looked away, burying his head in the crook of Y/Nâs neck but rolling one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Ran was shocked and tried searching for his stone-cold leader only to find a depraved man jerking off to the adopted sister he was whoring out to his men. Nevertheless, Ran put aside his apprehension and lowered his mouth over the womanâs neglected breast, working her erect nipple with his lips, mouth, and teeth.
The extra stimulation pushed Mikeyâs sister to her peak. She violently tensed up and screamed out in pleasure, her walls fluttering around the two cocks drilling into her. As her orgasm pulsed through her, the Haitani brotherâs reached theirs, spilling into the rubber barrier.
For a moment, the three of them sat on the bed and relaxed into each other. Rindou rested his forehead against Y/Nâs shoulder and breathed in her scent. Ran let the amnesiac woman rest her head against his chest as he steadied his breathing.
The Haitani brothers had never been oneâs for aftercare, but for the woman between them, they thought they could make an exception until one name from said womanâs lips put an end to that notion.
âMikey,â she mumbled and raised a hand toward him
The brothers found him busy wiping away the cum on his hands and clothing before discarding the handkerchief and rising to his feet. His features were smoothed over to a semblance of what they had once been, but Ran and Rindou could see the possessiveness lingering beneath the surface. A possessiveness for the woman reaching out for him.
Just like that, the moment was over and they were unceremoniously ushered out of the womanâs room, leaving her at Mikeyâs mercy.
Out of the corner of his eye, Ran peered at his brother, trying to gauge his reaction beneath his shaggy bangs. Rindou felt the weight of his brotherâs heavy gaze and let out an exasperated sigh.
âIâm not stupid enough to get in-between⊠whatever fucked up thing they have.â He turned to his older brother and shot him a wry grin. âBesides, I already got what I wanted.â
Ran released a breath he didnât realize heâd been holding. While he would have rallied behind his brother if Rindou had asked, he was relieved to discover that Rindou wasnât as infatuated with the woman as heâd initially thought. Slinging an arm over the younger man, Ran dragged him away, promising to find him a pretty whore with a tight ass and grinning over the fact that heâd get to stuff a couple more rolls of bills in the safe.
You woke up sometime at night to warm pants against the shell of your ear and shallow thrusts against your rear that caused your entire body to go rigid in distress. Blinking away your sleep, you desperately took in your surroundings illuminated by the city lights streaming in from the windows across from where you lay.
The tall windows that made up an entire wall were the same ones you often gazed out of to watch the cloud formations pass by in the sky. A wave of relief washed over and you relaxed when you recognized your surroundings as your bedroomâat least until the hand draped over your waist pulled up your nightgown and something hot and pulsating pushed between your legs.
âDid I wake you?â Mikeyâs husky voice whispered into your ear. âSorry, sweetheart. I couldnât stop thinking about how good you were today. How happy you made me and them.â
The contradicting emotions whenever Mikey became overly affectionate with you rose to the surface when he buried his face in the crook of your neck and his cock rubbed against your clothed slit. Your skin eventually erupted in goosebumps and desire pooled between your legs. They were the tell-tale signs that your body wanted him to breach the barrier of familial relations and take you the way you knew he wanted.
Yet, your knee-jerk reaction to all of his inappropriate attention was fear and repulsion. Your body never failed to stiffen and tremble until he dispelled those negative emotions during your time with him, locked in your room and away from the otherâs prying eyes. Your brotherâs words, which could cut you down and lift you up all in a single breath, assured you of the normalcy of your intimate relationship with him. Your brotherâs touches, that struck and soothed in the same spots, coaxed from your body the reactions he wantedâno, your true reactions as heâd reminded you time and time again.
And those true reactions were what had you moving your hips in tune with his. Those reassurances that your relationship was the same as it had always been had you declaring your love for him over and over again.
Because besides your first name, the only thing you could recall amidst the thick fog that permeated your brain was the compulsory need to make your brother happy.