ââ â ! â FEARLESS, STUPID
tw. a/b/o, military au, dystopian au, noncon, threesome, heat, dumbification, double penetration, patronization/ degradation, praise kink, daddy kink, dom/sub themes, choking, anal play, a lot of spit and cum, size kink, tummy bulging, mentions of human captives, kinda forced prostitution
wordcount. 9.8k
a/n. I had a lot of fun writing this one bc itâs just extremely fairycore and indulgent. heavily inspired by rhi and her incredible brain for writing the hand that feeds!!! I love that fic and have always wanted to write smt set in vaguely the same world. thank you to everyone who beta read as well I appreciate it soooo much âĄâĄ
geto suguru, kong shiu, fushiguro toji x fem!reader
The air is dry and cold, enough to hurt on the way in. Itâs cold enough for your warm air to come back out and form droplets on your nose that drip into the snow.
Your head down, crouched in the smallest shape you can make yourself, is how you find yourself drifting in and out of focus. Not only are you cold and hungry, but itâs been long enough for the scent of smoke and ash and foul, sour fear to have started losing itâs smell. You canât even expend the energy to move your head to the side and look, without getting tired. The crunching of the heavy boots in the snow is the only thing thatâs pulling you back into it. That and the occasional clang of the line of cuffs shaking around someoneâs wrists.
Itâs gone quiet now.
You wonder if others have fallen asleep. Youâre not far off yourself. When some commotion happens over by the gates, some of the uniformed figures rush to go look, feet kicking up snow as they go â Itâs a blur of shouts and orders, before the loud hum of an armored vehicle stops not too far away. Thatâs all it takes to wake you up again, and despite yourself, your arms start shaking in their place behind your back. The cold of the metal radiates all through your bones.
You realize youâre scared. Thatâs the thumping between your ears.
âLieutenant. Good evening, Sir.â
A soft, almost warm voice stands in stark contrast against the cold of the surroundings when the feet stop a few steps short of the kneeling row of people. âAt ease, soldier.â He sounds older than some of the youthful faces youâve seen here, dragging people around by their ankles to stuff them into loaded trucks. But not old. Not nearly old enough to carry the weight he does. âWhatâs all this?â the voice pivots, aimed now towards your group. A few of the women beside you uneasily shuffle in their places.
âCaptives from a raid by the fifth division this morning. They interfered with the commissionâs supply line when they tried to escape.â
You smell smoke with each breath. The man makes a soft humming noise, before he scans the row of kneeling people again. âSo why are they still here? We have plenty of mouths to feed already.â You have seen what they do with prisoners here. Just this one, long day has shown you all you need to know. Your life will be short and unnoticed, and if youâre lucky, you wonât go through hell before youâre shot between your eyes. The cold air makes clouds in front of your face, as the steam rises above the snow into the black night. âBeta's?â
âYes, Sir.â
You strain your neck to tilt your head up. Youâre not sure why you do it. Maybe itâs the wrongful association of that voice, smooth and lithe and easy- with the pain youâve witnessed. You donât have much hope of making it out, and though you could beg, youâre not even sure if they see you as human enough to consider a plea a plea. Your eyes glide up the perfectly fitted suits, dark gray and gold until you find the face of the leaderâ and startle. Long, black hair is tied into a sloppy bun in his neck, and long bangs almost hide one eye from view.
But the eyes are striking and sharp and long lashes frame them against pale skin, and you canât look away when his lips form the words. âSo, kill them.â His cigarette burns bright orange when he takes another pull.
The younger of the two only lets out the briefest breath. â...Yes, Sir.â
The fear makes the pitched whimper get stuck in your throat, and more puffy clouds drift out of your lips when you start to shuffle in a panic. Not fight, you donât ever fight. The man turns on his heel. And youâre not the only one, as soon cries and sniffles and the petrified glances only set you off more. Your eyes drop to the muddied, dirty patches of snow that the cars drove through, the people around the camp; as your stomach turns and your bottom lip starts to wobble. You knew this is how youâd turn out.
As soon as they put the cuffs on and tossed you onto the ground to wait⊠your own whimpering just melts into that of the others, but peaks when a hand grabs you by the hair and yanks you up, then lifts you by your arm. âNo, no, stop!â The girls around you start screaming too, one grabbing at your arms to pull you back down. But the soldier doesnât hesitate to kick her in the nose, as you cry, trembling like a kitten picked up by her neck.
Everyoneâs scared for themselves, but theyâre scared for you too, and you for them. âStop, please! Please!â They cry. The blood thumping between your ears makes it hard to focus on anything but the painful grip on you, and the disgusted face of the man before you. When you donât make any effort to fight, he drops you back down into the cold snow, and instead aims the long barrel of his gun straight at you.
You canât even look away, as your heart rate slows. As you watch the small snowflakes come from the sky to meet you.
âWait.â The voice returns when he stops halfway to the car, and makes your eyes shoot up to find his face, as shivers roll down your back. You know youâre stinking up the place, as the placating hands of the girls around you reach to brush fingers. Itâs not much, but allows you to take a sniveling breath. âThis oneâs an Omega⊠Settle down, soldier. Weâre not trying to hurt, are we?â The buzzcutâs eyes widen slightly, maybe as he takes a first good look at you and notices the smaller frame, big doe-like eyes, the softer set of your face and demeanor. Just as quickly as he gives you another up and down, he steps aside and lowers his heavy-duty gun back to the ground.
The older one takes a step back towards you. Your face must be windbitten, lips cracked and cold and stained with tears where you sit, but the noiret doesnât falter as he drops into a squat before you. His face breaks out into a soft smile, and his hand rises to brush along your cheek, avoiding the black eye as he goes. âYouâre a rare find. You on blockers?â Not enough recent ones to keep out all of the scent, clearly.
Itâs not a question that needs answering, but as his thumb brushes over your lip, you find yourself giving the smallest nod. Gently, careful not to make any harsh movements. He does the same when he helps you right yourself back onto your knees, and then gives you a slow, calculated trace with his ocean-dark, silvery eyes. âSmart. We almost missed out on you with all the Beta stench.â A small furrow worms between his brows. âAre there others?â He asks, and then gives a swift continuation. âDonât lie. If you lie Iâll know.â
Your voice cracks when you start. âI- If I tell you- what will happen to them?â
With only the slightest bit of hesitation, he seems to mull it over. Sharp, angular features soften just a bit as he draws his hand back from your face to run it under his nose instead. And whatever he smells must soothe the urge to get angry at being questioned, because his cheeks push up genially until his eyes are practically just moons. âHowâs this? Iâll be fair, after hearing whatever information you have.â The anxiety ebbs and flows as you look to the faces at your side, then swallow.
Your heart hammers wildly in your chest. You have no reason to lie. Thereâs no one left that didnât get shot as they ran⊠You clear your strained voice with a tight cough. âI- this is all thatâs left. Thereâs no one else. We had people who escaped before you even closed in. B-but there werenât any Omegaâs left, the last raid already took them all. Thatâs all I know.â You try to keep your bottom lip from wobbling as you talk, ignoring the cold of the tears that are now freezing on your lashes.
Those dark, unrelenting eyes donât waver as you speak, and you canât help but wonder what it is he sees. Surely he knows, you wouldnât need to lie. Just as you start getting anxious at the silence, he gets up from the floor, before dusting impatient hands over his pristine jacketâ and a saccharine smile slips back onto his lips as he waves a hand. âBring the Omega.â You jump when the soldier from earlier immediately starts yanking at your chains, but thatâs it. Itâs not in your nature to fight back. Then the Lieutenant walks back to the car as another opens it for him, and casts a final glance your way.
The smile doesnât fall when he shifts that gaze to the side, and sucks his teeth. âKill the monkeys.â
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Thereâs nothing more embarrassing than having to fight your nature at every turn. Youâre confronted with it more than youâve ever been before, when they drag you across the cold tiles with your legs kicking, tears rolling in thick beads down your face and neck. Youâre not a fighter. Youâre not made for it. At every chance, your body chooses the easiest way out, oblige now, suffer later. Even when your mind screams at you to run, bite and kick and escape â you stay down. Cold metal slices into the tender and sore skin of your wrists when they yank you up another few feet, before dropping you onto the floor next to the makeshift desk.
Youâre sniveling like a child. The man behind the desk looks at the several soldiers who stay put, before lifting an eyebrow.
âLieutenant Geto says youâre to clean her up for processing.â One of the men sighs, before glaring down at you with a tight-lipped frown. It sets the hairs on your neck on end to feel such blatant displeasure from an Alpha.
The lighter haired young man stands from the chair at that, and gives you a quick once over. âFor the barracks or to be sent to the commission?â He smiles when you look up at him, gentler, then places a warm hand on the top of your head to start soothing you. Itâs enough to make your lip wobbly. The little bit of warmth isnât enough⊠but it feels so nice. So good, to have a caring touch.
One of the other soldiers takes the heavy strap off his shoulder to put the gun down, and grunts. âNeither.â His top lip lifts into a scowl as he glares at the corner of the room, before turning to look down at you too. âPersonal pick, I heard.â
The other soldier remains at the door, but clicks his tongue. âAnd weâre supposed to keep our mouths shut about it.â
âYou ever had an Omega?â The one asks the other, nervously grinding his gun in circles. âI havenât. Yet weâre going to war for âem⊠Only for pompous pricks to get first pick of the litter because theyâre bold enough not to report to the commission.â The soldier grins without any amusement from across you, and you canât help but hide more into the leg of the man whoâs still touching you kindly. âGoinâ to war for pussies like yours⊠must make you something real special, right? But youâre unreported. Whatâs keeping me from just⊠taking you for myself?â Then he looks between the two other men. âIâm even willing to share between the three of us if youâd help out. Keep some things quiet.â
âYou said the Lieutenant picked her out because he liked her, right?â The lighter haired man runs his free hand through his undercut, then leans down to lift you under your arms and get you onto tired legs against him. âMeans you got something in return for keeping a secret already.â Heâs all wired muscle under the uniform he wears, and wraps his arm around the small of your back before picking you up entirely. âDonât do something stupid. Thereâs no place to keep her where some officer wouldnât smell her anyway. Canât keep her under your mattress like a pack of cards, can you?â He starts walking you towards the doors of a presumed bathroom without complaining, even though the other guy clicks his tongue.
âItadori. You think youâre helping out just being another dog for the commission?â
âInstead of a thief?â He pushes the door open with one hand, already walking through. âGo get your free drinks or cigarettes or whatever he promised you, and do your job. Iâm doing mine.â
The door falls shut with a loud noise behind you both, and you suck your bottom lip into your mouth. Your arms wrap a little tighter around his neck. âT-Thank you.â
His grey eyes find yours, before he smiles again. Softer. Heâs an Alpha too, but must come into contact with your kind more frequently. He feels gentler to the touch when he speaks. âDonât thank me yet.â Then he deposits you in a stained, old bathtub, and sighs before grabbing the showerhead. âLetâs get you cleaned up first. Ranking officers like their girls extra clean.â When you donât move, he goes to take off your dirty shirt, and you only shiver in place as it happens.
After a few seconds of silence where he brushes fingers over the unmarked stretch of your neck, you swallow tightly. âYou canât let me go, can you?â
Itadori turns up the water until itâs warm, and his brows flatten. ââŠNo. Iâm here to do a job. Iâm sorry.â You believe him. Doesnât make you feel any better, though.
+
The cot is barely big enough for you, and the cold from the floor radiates up through the ratty, old mattress into you. But itâs still better than sleeping in the bed where Geto sleeps, where he can get his hands all over you, hold you, cling to you. Youâre glad that the Lieutenant doesnât particularly care whether or not you shy back away from him for the night, as long as you donât act up when he wants you close. Itâs an unwritten contract he likes to pretend you have. As if you werenât forced into it. As if you had any choice.
The starchy sheets are cold too, they leave you shivering more than sleeping. When you walk through the halls youâre cold and barefoot and uncomfortable, but when youâre here youâre colder, naked and more uncomfortable.
You donât know that much about the army. You donât know that much about other things either, but you know that Omegaâs are few and far in between. You know they go for lots of money, money that even Geto doesnât have. You know that heâs using you to your full potential before his higher-ups find out, and that too much commotion would draw attention of the commission. Attention you donât want. When your teeth start chattering, the man in the large bed, with the soft pillows and body heat calls.
Says your name like he means it. Like he likes to whisper to get under your skin- holding your life between slim fingers. He sighs. âCome. Get into bed. I canât sleep when youâre not sleeping. And youâre not going to sleep when youâre shivering to death.â
âIâll sleep,â you softly assure, pull your thin blanket closer. Your feet are cold and the room isnât dark enough for it to actually happen. But you can pretend.
âIâm not asking.â You know heâs not. Maybe itâs because the alarm clock is showing an ungodly hourâ and heâs tired. It wouldnât be the first time his boot meets your cheek when you whine too much, displease him in ways Geto doesnât like. âCome.â
He yawns when opening the blankets, waves you closer. An Alpha demands, and your lungs ache to follow the order. It physically hurts to resist. Your thin layer of tears sit on your waterline for a while before you shift. Slip across the room naked, and crawl into the bed under his arm. âThatâs a good petâŠâ The panes of his chest are warm enough to have you melting like ice into his shape and mold yourself to him. Itâs in the weight of his arm over your waist as he pulls you in close. Tethers you. You want to be and stay mad. Frightened.
Itâs just⊠Getoâs scentâs become one you can bury yourself into. Your hands ball against his chest, and the fingers he presses into your hips stray down.
Your breathing hitches at the touch, and your stomach seems to want to crawl up into your mouth when he spreads your legs apart. âIâm hardly the worst one here. Get used to it already. People here are frustrated. Many of them havenât had an Omega in years.â His rough fingertips slide between your legs and trace over the raw, achy mess he made of you not hours before. Itâs sticky and uncomfortable, and you jerk when he rather impatiently starts thumbing your clit. It hurts- enough to make your face scrunch as you hide it into his pecks. âYou donât even know how lucky you are that Iâve kept you to myself.â
You do know that, though. Youâve passed by some of the barracks further away from the officer buildings. Youâve smelled the Omega fear, the blood and sweat and ruts; or what itâs like for a person to beg for a moment of reprieve. You have not a scratch on you, and you should be more grateful than you are. That youâre not taking a whole divisionâs sexual frustration to keep them from killing each other. When his fingers slide the wetness, remnants of slick and cum back into you and force your pussy to stretch again- you start sniffling against him. âI know I am,â you whimper, biting your lip. Itâs not enough to just be this. You canât just lay and wish for it all to go away. You have to be a participant, or Geto might switch you out.
As you whimper, swallowing back the tears- he presses his lips against your forehead. âCanât help but cry? Poor baby.â He grinds the fleshy part of his palm against your pussy, breathing against you. âTell me what it feels like.â
âI- Feels- b-big,â you choke out, twitching when his fingers curl into you and fuck deeper until they stroke much deeper than your own. The coldness fades a little when he rolls you over onto your back and gets on top, pinning you with his thigh. âGeto-sama- Please stop, Iâm still- sore. It- it hurts really bad.â
With a slight frown, he pulls his fingers out of you and wipes them on your thigh, before sighing. Your eyes crack open at the lack of touch. His long black hair falls down over his shoulders, as he holds himself above youâ and stares at you for a moment too long. One where he seems to consider your feelings at least a little, for once, brushing his clean thumb along your neck and shoulder. âIâm going back to the front soon. Do you know what that means?â
Youâre not sure if itâs meant to be patronizing⊠but you donât know. The wet, cold numbness that returns to your cunt is an unexpected unease. You wanted to stop. You did. But when he sits back on his heels and looks at you for a few seconds in abject silence, the distance feels too far. Geto comes back to you with a furrowed brow, before a line of kisses is pressed along your jaw and neck, where he takes a deep breath and makes your entire body purr. âMeans youâll be passed on to some other scum.â He almost growls when he says it, urges your one leg over his thigh to make room.
âI put in a good word that if I come back youâll come back to me- butâŠâ His sharp eyes find yours blown out and dark, as he pulls you closer to his hips and rolls himself against you. His hard cock- heâs always hard when youâre in his bed, bops as he grabs himself and pumps a few achingly slow strokes. A translucent drop of precum drops to your pussy, and he spits on his hand and your pussy for good measure. âIâll be two months without this soft Omega cunt squeezing me to sleep.â As he groans and slides the flushed head of his cock against you, he presses his weight into you again. âLet me use you. Or see what fucking happens.â
+
The hearth burns at the far end of the pristine, wooden room. Enough to make your hands clammy, shifting yourself back and forth between both legs- before glancing up to Geto once more. He looks more pampered today. Standing straight with only his fingers looped loosely around your arm. For a split second you wonder if youâd be able to make it down the marble set of stairs and across the courtyard into the shallow bushesâ but itâs only a moment. Not more than a brief hope that instantly gets snuffed out when the heavy doors slide open, and a deep grunt passes by you both.
Geto salutes, the man does not. He only clears his voice with a mix of impatience and -tobacco, probably, before motioning his head towards the desk. âLieutenant, what can I do for you?â His voice is frighteningly low, more rumble and bass than anything else, and sets the hairs on your arms on end.
His half-lidded eyes flick from the man beside you, ever so swiftly to you, then back. Face blank, uncaring. You stumble when Geto takes a few steps forward, basically dragging you behind him towards the chairs. When he lets you go, he gives you a look, and so you sit. Hands folding in your lap to keep them from picking at the edges of your clothing.
Or lack thereof. Thereâs a clean gold plate with the name Shiu Kong engraved at the very front of the desk, staring back at you. Your Alpha doesnât hesitate to sit down too. âMajor General Kong, Sir. A pleasure as always. Youâve lost some weight?â
âHardly,â the man shoots right back, unfazed. âYou can lay off the flattering.â
Geto and the stranger seem to converse with their eyes for a moment, before your owner gets comfortable in the velvet chair beside you, and hangs his arms over the back with a slight smile. The other man doesnât bother to sit in his own chair across from you, instead just bending to get out one of the no-doubt expensive cigarettes, and lighting it. The smoke travels in slow, winding circles up to the ceiling as he hums. âSo, the Omega. Yâ want to buy her?â
âIâd like her returned to my possession with the least amount of scratches when I get back, Sir.â
âWeâre in a war, Suguru.â The man takes a short puff of his cigarette again, before putting his foot onto the chair and leaning in just barely. Dark, grayish eyes narrow. âYou canât pick out playthings at your whim. We have rules about these sorts of things.â The ash goes into the overfull ashtray, before those irises find you where youâre still slumped in the too-big chair. Almost amused, he lets out a bit of air through his nose, before punctuating his words with another drag. âHigher ranks get first picks, but if youâre gone, youâll have to share. She looks healthy, young. Girls like that go for a lot of money these days.â
âI understand, Sir.â Getoâs smile doesnât slip though, not even when he takes one of your hands and pulls until you get up. With his prompting, you instead sit back down on his lap instead, and the noiret hooks his chin over your shoulder when he strokes your thigh. You duck your head in shame. âItâs just that- sheâs more of an indoor pet. Iâd like to keep it that way, if possible.â His other hand winds under your chin to nudge it back up into view, as you shiver. Watch the attention of the superior officer linger just a second on the way your shirt falls around your hips.
Getoâs. âYou have a mansion not too far from the front, as I understand it? And due to surely unfortunate consequences, your last Omega⊠broke.â His voice gleams as he says the words, and they seem to wind like a coiled spring around your neck. âIâm more than willing to part with mine for a while, if I could have a guarantee sheâd be close by. Used sparingly.â You donât know enough about the army to know if Shiu Kong has the kind of strings that Getoâs presuming he hasâ but you donât really dare complain. The silence drags; before it crumbles into pieces when a slight relaxation pulls at the older manâs lips, cocking his head.
âHave her stand.â
You do, spurred on by the quick pat to your thigh and a winning smile, eyes fluttering as you trace the patterns on the floor. As the presence of the older Alpha fills your senses and he circles around you too close, he smells of smoke and a deep, woody musk that could bring you to your knees if you werenât so used to it by now. After a round where his finger patiently brushes past your most valued features, he takes your face into his palm and forces your eyes up. Until you can no longer ignore the handsome face ducking down to meet your gaze.
You whimper. Let your face get turned here and there before he takes the end of the cig from between his lips, and addresses you directly. âYou got a name?â
âY-yes.â You stumble out, basically whispering it when he stares like that. He doesnât have a kind face like Geto does, you notice, more angular, stubbled, at least a decade older too. You find yourself reaching for Getoâs hand despite knowing better, if only to have something to cling to as you blink away nervous jitters, and excess tears that are always ready to spill. Your bare feet shuffle against the carpet below.
Whatever he sees staring back at him is enough for his fingers to drop to your collar, dragging it either side with a grunt. âItâs some skill to find an unmated, pretty, little Omega hidden from the commission, Lieutenant⊠One would almost call it suspicious.â Thereâs a hint of amusement, one he pushes out alongside the butt of the cig. As if he knows heâs in, Suguru stands from the chair to put a comforting hand on your back and rubs circles through the flimsy fabric of his oversized shirt, tucking his thumb into the loose boxers youâre wearing below.
âI just get lucky, Sir. Omegaâs delivered to the commission lose their charm too quickly, sâall.â
Shiuâs eyes give you another slow up and down, then he clicks his tongue. âSo, what do you want in return for this present?â
âNothing at all, really.â The hand pulls you into his side to nuzzle along your neck for some extra show, where he nibbles at the sensitive spotâ makes you whimper like a bitch in heat. Itâs loud enough for the other man to eat you up whole with his eyes, puffing out his chest a little to push off the desk. The swift hand wrapped around you gives you an adoring squeeze, before Suguru pouts into your temple like heâs parting with a prized possession. âJust that I get her back once Iâm done with my service at the front in a few months.âÂ
âDone.â Shiu busies himself with the bottle of expensive looking liquor, before casting you another glance. âDress her in some actual clothes though, will ya? She already attracts enough attention as is.â
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You stare at the fogged-up window with your duvet tucked to your chest, and breathe a few shallow breaths. Thereâs soldiers running up and down the camp, tucking their caps low against the biting wind. You only bother to follow one of them with your eyes, light hair peeking out from under the hat as he runs his laps. Instead of lingering on the thought, you shiver when a heavy, muscular arm pulls you around your waist and down into the bed. Shiuâs quick to let out a grunt, before opening his eyes and hooking his chin over your shoulder to nose at your neck. âYouâre goinâ into heat soon?â
You barely dare shift when his stubble tickles your throat, and a few rough kisses get placed right over your pulse. âProbably. I-Iâll- ah-â His hand wraps around the base of your neck as he starts sucking on the sore skin, where bruises still sit from yesterday. Youâre not sure if itâs his hands wrapped around your neck that caused it, or the way he bullied his cock way too deep into your throatâ but youâre so sore. âIâll need heat blockers for a while.â
âMh,â he smells like tobacco. And a heavy, manly musk thatâs so overwhelmingly Alpha. Itâs distracting. It melts your tongue to the bottom of your teeth. âNo need. Weâre far enough away here that they wonât smell you. Or if they do, they canât do anything about it anyway.â You blank, only to mewl and curl away when his lips and tongue rakes over a particularly sore spot, making your toes curl.
âBut- b-but I,â you stutter, and one hand comes up to protect your scent gland from him as he gets up onto one arm to get on top of you. You havenât gone through a proper heat in forever. It wasnât ever safe even with just Betaâs aroundâ you barely even remember what it feels like. Only that it hurts so bad it could make you sick. âBut I donât want to go into heat. It hurts.â
Shiu stops his barrage on your neck to frown at you, as he nudges your legs aside for his own thick thighs. One eyebrow raises at you like youâre dumb. âIt doesnât hurt when Iâm here to breed you full, little girl.â He scans your face as he keeps pushing your one knee to your chest, before his mouth flattens out. âYou donât know that? Youâve never had an Alpha cock in here during heat?â Itâs embarrassing. Itâs so embarrassingâ the way he eyes you like youâre some sort of idiot. Itâs not like you had the privilege of trying it out before all this, hiding like a mouse. âAw, baby girl. Youâre so sweet.â
It doesnât sound like a compliment.
âDaddyâll have to teach you.â His large hand forces itâs way between your legs to squeeze your cunt and make you squirm under him, before he finally sits back and pushes the covers off, revealing the battle-worn body. âBut not right now. Get up and go wash. Weâre having company over.â
Your mouthâs dry, so you swallow tightly. âWho?â Your legs still tingle even when he gets out of bed, a little numb, a little achy.
âA⊠friend, I guess.â He picks out one of the cigarettes on the side table after putting on a shirt, and plops it between his lips. âYou wonât like him.â
With sweat rolling down your neck, you stumble across the steam-coated tiles and grab onto the sink. Shaking like youâre ill. You definitely feel that way. It makes your entire skin feel statically charged, and sore, and so painfully needy. As soon as you take another step, you almost immediately topple over, legs trembling despite yourself. Thereâs no better sign than the dry feeling in your throat, and the way a whimper threatens to escape you with every move.
So you do all you can, and start tearing up as you wrap a towel around yourself. Even your own innocent touch feels too much, and you hurry through the process to barely manage pulling on a top and some panties, before your body refuses to oblige. You want to cry. Why did this have to happen now? Why here? Shiu hasnât been bad to you, but he also isnât particularly gentle. You didnât want to go through heat at all. âMh-mn, need- agh.â You whine thoughtlessly, as you wobble to the door.
Thereâs a swell of voices from down the hallâ talking that doesnât last long before falling quiet as you make your way to the bed. Youâre so hot that itâs hard to keep your eyes open, your thighs rubbing uncomfortably as you walk. Thick, almost sticky tears wobble on your waterline, and the heat in your stomach sinks right into your center the more of the room you take in. Itâs not your fault - everywhere you look it stinks of Alpha musk. Thick and overpowering to your flighty brain, it makes you want to keel over onto fours. You really are just a bitch in heat, and that is embarrassing too.
Makes you want to curl up onto a solid chest and let yourself get bounced onto his cock like a ragdoll.
It takes so much of your effort to drag yourself to the pillowed surface that you fail to hear the steps coming closer, let alone control that youâre scenting up the entire top floor when you crawl in and your pussy starts clenching around nothing. Youâre mewling faint nothings as you stuff your face into the blanketsâ and smell only him. Heavy on your wet tongue.Â
âAgh, I- Al-pha, I need- it hurts. It hurts, I want you~â With your chest to the bed and your legs raised up, you just feel like you need toâ to get filled up to the brim to make this aching stop. âMhmm-ugh, please, pleas- need you, Shiu~â Slickâs already coating your pussy enough to slip right in, wet like the spit in your mouth that gathers under your tongue. Your headâs so light. Itâs spinning.
Then, a heavy palm strokes over your crown, and your noises explode.
âAh, ah, agh, daddy, daddy.â The weight of the touch travels down your neck to grip you, and your body curls to raise your ass even further up in need of friction. âDaddy, please. I donât want to~ T-told you I- need-ed blockers. Ah, ahh.â The low chuckle you get isnât the one you expect, but you canât open your eyes enough to see whatâs going on.
âBit friendly for a hello, isnât it?â Thereâs a huge body that surrounds you when leaning over you, as lips travel down behind your ear. âSâcute though. Thatâs a pretty girl. Daddyâs here.â Rough hands push your hips down with one swift move, slipping two fingers under your panties to pull the fabric taut. The slick grinds the fabric uncomfortably to your cunt, but you canât be still. âAlready drenched through your clothes, pet.â You donât mean to. You donât, youâre so sorry. âWhining like a little baby, need to get filled up?âÂ
âOnly thinking with this pussy, right? This is why Omegaâs donât run anythingâŠâ The lips ghost over your scent glands, making you squirm with dripping anticipation, when he lets his tongue run over his teeth and then along your throat. The juncture where your neck meets your shoulder, untouched and open and soft. He groans. âUgh, fuckinâ hell, youâre so sweet. Your scent is almost making me sick.â One hand digs sharp nails into the meat of your ass, as the other reaches around to start pulling your camisole down over your sensitive tits. âWant some love from daddy, baby?â
A slightly raspier voice comes from somewhere behind you and drowns out your own whining and mewling. âI thought I told you to wait, Fushiguro.â
âYour pet was crying, Kong.â He rakes his teeth over that one spot again until you canât stand it anymore, and your tears start dripping into the blankets. You push your chest out until his warm palm reaches around and squeezes, rubbing a thumb over your nipples. âPlus, just smell her. Sheâs scenting up the whole house. I wanted to come help.â After a long pause where youâre fighting the need to rub yourself on anything cock shaped like an animalâ youâre turned over by a sturdy yank on your shoulder, and long fingers slide into your messy, drool filled mouth to press on your tongue.
Its Shiu, whose normally stern brow now is arched in amusement. The man on the bed with you moves away just enough to let you take a look, and take in the messy dark hair and almost metallic blue eyes, scarred face and dog tags hanging from his neck as he rolls onto his side. Shiu pinches your tongue to make you squeak, then leans in. âSee youâve already made introductions.â You mumble a pathetic âdaddyâ under his sharp gaze, before he takes a deep breath.
âPoor girl, already going into heat? You didnât last long. Needy, little pussyâs throbbing, isnât it?â He pulls the top fully down until itâs hooked under your tits, then hums. âLook so cute when youâre begging to get fucked.â
âGonna let me have a turn too?â Fushiguro rights himself onto one forearm, then pushes a finger down on your forehead until it's tilted all the way back and youâre looking up at him again. Heâs got a mean sort of look in his eyes, right before his lips twitch when you groan softly at the touch. You literally canât help yourself. It hurts so goodâ good enough to make you want to wrap your legs around either of their hips and stay there. Aches.
Shiuâs voice resonates through your body when he moves to kneel down to your body and starts kissing from your belly up, making you twitch. His gravelly hum reverberates in your clit, as your legs get spread over each shoulder when he comes up. âSheâs not mine to give away Toji, so- ugh- restrain yourself a little.â His big hands smooth over your tits instead of squeezing you like you want, until you really start worming around under their touches.
âMh~ hurry up!â
Itâs out before you know it, and the backlash rushes straight to your cheeks in heat, burning up on your face. Fushiguro groans though, long and deep- before he pushes off the bed to get onto his knees, and grabs himself through the awfully casual clothing. His hand wraps around the large, large cock pressing against the fabricâ and when you open your mouth and basically salivate at the sight- he lets out a lightly pinched chuckle. âOh, you donât wanna be doing all that, pet. Youâve got days of heat ahead of youâ and youâre getting me hard as a motherfucker.â
All itâs doing is making you so horny you can barely see straight, and each inch of your body surges with electricity. You need something inside you. Now. Now, now, now. He runs a distracted hand through his messy fringe, and rolls his hips into his hand with a groan. âWhatâs it gonna be, Kong? If you take her underwear off Iâm not leaving. Sweet, little thing like thatâŠâ Your legs are up by his ears when the familiar giant sits up onto the bed too, and your hand reaches for his to pull him closer by his thumb. âHavenât had a greedy, fertile little Omega pussy in a while- the Commission always bitches I have too much fun.â
A hesitant furrow worms itself between Shiuâs brows for a bit, before he sighs. âCanât bite âer, sheâs not mine. Iâm just keeping her.â His eyes are more blown out than normal, dark ring of black taking over the longer he touches you. Youâre sure youâre similarly spent when you moan his name and he groans. âFuck, baby. Want this Alpha cock in here?â His large hand smoothed over the supple skin of your lower belly, when you wiggle yourself against him, basically grinding onto his leg. âNeedy, huh.â He licks his lips. âFine, join. Can count us even after that.â
At that the other noiret grins, and pulls his shirt over his head in one swift move of agreement. Shiuâs hands already roam back over every bit of exposed skin. âAnd I get first turns.â The large fingers mindlessly playing with your nipple pinches you, when grayish eyes find you beneath him. âGet up.â With just a quick motion, you force your sluggish body up and onto foursâ and fight the urge to force your head down yet again. Thatâs what would feel right.
âThat-â Shiuâs hard too, you notice quite happily, when you grind back against him to find another thick, heavy bulge in his pants that heats your cunt. âThatâs it.â You mewl, have no choice to. As you look back over your shoulder, he takes a moment to study you where youâre so much smaller beneath him. Omegaâs always are, but these two are big even among other Alphaâsâ more slick sticks your panties to the shape of your cunny. Your bodyâs entirely sticky with sweat, neck and throat aching and radiating heat all over you.
Your tongue melts in your mouth, when you look back and Fushiguroâs stripped down entirelyâ shredded body towering over you as well. He squeezes a rough ring around the flushed, pulsing head of his cock. âUh, ugh-ah, daddy, daddy, daddy- Please? Please.â
âWho are you calling daddy?â The general asks sternly, but thereâs no malice there. Heâs amused as he peels the panties over the curve of your ass and down ever so slowly, letting your wet folds drip all over his fingers as he plays around in them. The touch makes you stagger forward, arms almost giving inâ and you whine something unintelligible into the covers. âFu~ck, you smell so sweet. Little Omega bitch in heat- ugh.â
A heavy hand lands on the swell of your ass, and stings so bad. With another spank your pussy clenches around nothing, and by the third youâre basically begging and your cunnyâs sucking his fingers in. âA-daddy, please. Hurts. Uh-pu-lease. Need Alpha inside. Quickly, please. I-it hurts.â Another hand pets your crown for a few seconds, before he grabs a fistful of hair and pulls your head up. Your mouth hangs open, and your tongue drops out at the sight of the hard, veiny cock before you.
Itâs flushed a sweet sort of pink, nothing like you can already tell Fushiguro isâ but drool still gathers in globs, looking at the precum glistening on him. âGonna open your pretty, little mouth wide for me, pet?â As he strokes himself, the man behind you starts toying his fingers around your holes, and smears your slick all over until youâre entirely sloppy. Then chuckles, throwing his head back with a grunt.
âFuck, forgot how hard I get- with Omegaâs.â The slick sounds of your pussy, and both men's hands stroking their swollen cocks makes everything so loud. Wet and needy and animalisticâ your own whining drowning out your thoughts. You just want more. More touch, please. Shiu spits onto your holes without hesitation and slaps his thick, hot cockhead against you a few times, before placing one hand on the middle of your back to force you in place. âDonât run away from me- jus-t take it.â
âO-oh-fu-ugh.â He pushes inside with more of his weight, thick thighs pressing up against the inside of yours when you spread wider, and almost get pushed over. If not for Toji holding you up and rubbing himself along your cheek and lips too, impatiently stroking himself.
The headâs already big, stings on the way in. Enough to hurt, enough to make you tear up. Heâs just so thick and glowing hot to the touchâ basically pulsing inside you. You can feel his heartbeat through the skin as the head pops in with a lot of pressure. Your throat starts making noises despite you. âA-agh, ugh agh, da-I- caâ um-hnggg.â
âMy turn,â Toji grunts after a bit, hooking a finger in your cheek to open your mouth more and coach your tongue out. âThatâs- a good cockslutâ open wide.â You do, letting spit drip as you relax your jaw and wrap your lips around him, filling up your mouth too much. Youâve never been so needy. The choking and the taste only make your eyes want to roll back in your skull, giving yourself over to them. You donât want to do anything except give yourself over, struggling to make enough space between your legs to allow Shiu closer.
âYouâre so fucking tight, baby, uhh-fuck.â
Heâs still going slow, necessity, as each inch of his fat cock gets stuffed inside you, using his fingers to push more into your comparatively tiny cuntâ and each bit deeper he goes, the more you feel like melting. It hurts, hurts and aches and bulges your stomach; and Fushiguro pushes deeper and bulges your throat- and it hurts- It does. But you canât stop. You reach your arms out to wrap around the manâs glutes and pull him closer into your face, drool dripping down your chin. âMh-mhm mhhuh.â
With his tongue trapped between his teeth, he grins. âHah, youâre talking a lot for someone with their mouth stuffedâ Does that feel good? You like choking on Alpha cock?â Your teary eyes try to focus on him, but you canât, just cling on harder as the cock inside you kisses your cervix and heâs still not done. It aches so much, stretching you much wider than youâre meant to go. But it does, it does, it does. You donât want to stop. âA little longer, thatâs it, a little more~â
Instead you try to hollow your cheeks around him as he sits too deep in your throat, and fight the urge to squirm when your breath starts to pinch. Your body worms, you cry around them, and slick drips down your thighs like syrup. When Shiu bottoms out, it actually makes you gag, feeling so full and spentâ and you squirm as Fushiguro keeps you. âMh-hh- hck.â Your mouth aches as your lungs start to scream, and vision goes blurry.
Shiu pulls back before the other man does, groaning at the sight of sloppy, milky slick coating his cock, then slides back into your warmth just as fast, forcing your body to stretch again to make room. T-too big. âLet her- hh- up, sheâs turning blue.â As youâre basically about to pass out, you get pulled off of him and gag violently, before taking sniveling, painful breaths again. You barely get the chance to breathe before your chin is lifted again, and he tilts your face left and right.
Your mouth drops open again, and tongue squirms around nothing. âMore? You want more, greedy slut?â He smiles again, but more genuinely impressed this timeâ and hums. âSuch a good, little Omega.â You canât help it, you shiver and moan when he lets you back at his cock. And Shiu pulls back again only to fuck back into you, forcing you open as he builds a rhythm.
âShe liked that one. Sheâs trying to clench my dick off.â He moans, and his unoccupied hand swipes some wetness dripping down your leg to circle it around your puckered hole instead. âYou think she can take two?â
The cock gets stuffed back into your throat, but he pulls back faster now, instead using your head to fuck himself into you as he groans. ââNuh uh, she canât. Sheâs too tinyâ L-ook, youâre already -fuck- bulginâ er.â He watches your lips struggle to wrap around him as he fucks your throatâ only stopping for a moment to wipe some of the spit off your face. âShe likes it so much though, look at that. Youâre just a dumb, cocksleeve bitch, right? Want Alpha cocks to fill you?â
You canât answer. Your brainâs all scrambled from the heat, a cloudy, pillowy feeling sitting over everything else. It feels so, so good. Being stretched to your limit, getting used. Your pussy clenches uselessly around the too-big invasion, getting bounced against Shiuâs thighs with a noisy âpap, pap, papâ. If you could think, youâd agree though. The pressure of his cock grinding into your sensitive insides, basically lifting you off your knees as he grabs your hips to jackhammer into you deeper, itâs all too much.
âClose?â
Youâre drowning in your own arousal. After a few more seconds of getting used for all your worth, the expanding, pulsing pressure in your stomach grows too tightâ and your toes curl uselessly as you cum without warning. It shatters inside you as you fail to clench around the thick length in you, instead dropping though your arms as you pull off of the cock in your throat to tremble through your orgasm. âAh-hgh- ugh ah da-Alpha, Alpha, ahh ah agh! St-hngh~â You cry. Thick tears, spit and snot get wiped into the covers as you try to catch your breath, while still being fucked into.
You canât stop shaking. Even then, Shiuâs cock keeps forcing the head against your cervix and making your eyes bulge. âOh fuck, fuck- too tightâ shit, I was this close, hah.â When he slips out for a second, you collapse entirely, aching immediately at the emptiness inside you. Your tits are sores, but everything else is burning so hot you feel like you might go up in flames.
Itâs Fushiguro who picks you up by your arms and pulls you into his chest after a while, holding your pathetic, naked body like a ragdoll. âSo cute now that youâre all flushed, cumming like that. But youâre not done, are you?â His fingers squeeze either side of your cheeks to bring your mouth to his, kissing on you until you respond and let his tongue melt against yours.
Your headâs still spinning, but a different kind of heat grows now in the base of your neck, desperate and needy. Your hand reaches to get more, more skin, pulling at the short hair at the back of his head- you moan into the kiss. Tongues and spit mixing as it slides down your throat and he towers over you, cock bouncing against your stomach. When he pulls back, long lashes brush yours, and you whimper when the touch goes.
Shiuâs staring. You canât tell what expression he has, but itâs enough to make Fushiguro frown and lift his lip. âFuck off. I get protective when they whine like that, sâall. Sheâs sweet when sheâs cryinâ all baby like.â He instead focuses on pinching and toying with your puffy nipples, rubbing each side with rough fingertips, then hooks his chin over your head to look past you. âWanna try the two of us at once?â
Instinct gets the better of you, and youâre already nodding against his pecs before you can think. âTwo, two- w-want, please. Mhm, want Alphas.â It makes both men laugh, hands sliding all over you as you stick your ass out and Shiu spits on his hand. His cockâs still coated with wet, a white, creamy layer around the base of his cock as he strokes the head a few times. Youâre seeing double, and your tongue feels like molten candy. But still you keep drooling and nodding. âWant, want you, wanna have- m-more, please.â
He then grabs your hips to yank you back against his hips, letting his cock push on your ass as his wet fingers curl inside your puckered hole, and stretch it out with two fingers. âSheâs already fucked out of her mind, poor thing.â
âMhm, agh- Alp- daddy, daddyâ sâ sensitive- please, please, please~â
Fushiguroâs face blanks, before he takes a deep breath and groans low and gravelly, and grabs you by the neck. âUgh, sheâs- her scent is everywhere. Little bitch in heat moaning like itâs her job.â He buries his nose right where the most sensitive, burning part of your neck is, making you crumple, and kissing along the shell of his ear where you can reach. The fingers inside you, the pressure and heat of the two cocks against youâ everythingâs making you crazy. Youâre losing your mind, trying to hang on to him as he licks over the glands. âWant daddy, baby?â
Your head bobs like itâs disconnected from your longing, arching body. And you almost cum again on the spot when sharp canines drag over that spot. You just might.
A low growling sound makes you open your eyes. Shiuâs hand is between the face and your neck, much to the other manâs dismay. âI told you not to bite âer. Donât care how much she begs- sheâs not ours to bite.â Thereâs a moment of silence between them, before Fushiguro sucks his teeth in annoyance, before grabbing his cock instead.
âShe is mine.â His large hand wraps around your arm, and pullsâ but your other shoulder is still clamped in Shiuâs palm. Almost painfully tight, as a muscle twitches in his jaw. And the tension between them is making you clam up, but your bodyâs still aching too hard.
âShare, please,â you sweeten your voice as you press your lips to Shiuâs knuckles, then present yourself a little more and shake your ass against him. âPlease, daddy? Want to be full.â It doesnât take long for that same flush to travel back up his chest and cheeks, and his irises to get wider and darker again. âFull of Alpha cum, t-take all of you.â Itâs with that that he wraps an arm around you entirely and pulls you up against his chest, placing his cock between your legs as he lifts your knees. âAck- agh.â You mewl, and Fushiguro leans in for another kiss.
Briefer, but no less messy.
Shiuâs quick to press his own kisses to your throat, letting his stubble rub over your scent glandsâ with your pussy clenching in response. He rolls his hips against you a few times, then lines up with your ass as he groans. âHold her legs.â You take a deep breath, and close your eyes as the cock presses to your ass, slick enough to push in with minimal effort. âUhuh, thereâs a good Omega.â As he does though, the space in your body is so full, youâre struggling to breathe. It aches enough to make you wilt and bloom all at once.
And then Fushiguro takes over on your pussy, and you cry out. Your hot cheeks are coated with tears, and your clit thumps with all the blood. Itâs too much. You can feel both of them slide into you with painful precision, wetness spilling all over as you break out in cold sweats. But it- it feels so good. Fushiguro slips in a few inches at once, making your legs shakeâ before you dig your nails into his shoulder and your vision goes black. âOh- fuck-f-fuck, cu-mming~ Agh- uhh nghn, oh god.â
The two men slide you down until youâre so full it feels like your insides are moved aside to make room. Like youâre about to tear in two, squished between two hot, solid bodies. Before Shiu groans into your hair, and lifts you up to slide you back down. And again, and again. Bounced on the two of them while slick drips out of you, and youâre creaming around them both. âThatâs a- ugh- pretty girl.â Your orgasm barely pitters out before youâre cumming again, and youâre getting kissed on as youâre crying.
Not a single thought makes it though you. Youâre clinging on for dear life. Only the heat between the three of you as you melt into a puddle.
Youâre fucked until you canât even feel your legs, let alone hear how youâre mewling and cryingâ like you might dissolve. But you do feel it when a tongue laves over your neck, and the cock pulsing inside you starts jack-hammering into you harder than before. Everything feels so- good- that youâre probably drawing blood into his shoulders, and the tongue becomes teeth. One second youâre floating, and the next the pressure grows too muchâ teeth break skin, and your pleasure becomes mind-numbing.
Fushiguroâs teeth sink into your shoulder deeper as he breathes you in, fucks his cock into your guts with the intent to stay. And the other man grunts, squeezing you tighter. But without thinking, he follows suit to bite down on the other side of your neck, letting you shake through yet another orgasm when the hot blood runs down your collar. Youâre entirely spent, so thereâs not one part of you that still feels the way Shiu speeds up inside your ass, before groaning out your name as he licks along the wound.
âFuck, gonna- knot my girl. Fuck- ugh, ughuhâ my baby, mine. Mine.â
It feels like youâre stuffed further than you ever thought possible, face dropping into Fushiguroâs chest when they slow down, and ropes of hot cum drip out of you despite the knots. Wasting it in a way that youâd savor, if you had any energy left. Instead you can only barely breathe, and rub your nose into your Alphaâs chest. It feels good. You wanna go again.
âUhâ my bad. I got carried away.â One of them sighs after a while, the rumbling of his voice rocking you to sleep.
âYeaâŠâ The other responds, only the slightest bit guilty. ââŠGuess Suguru will have to learn how to share.â His large hand smoothes over your cheek, before stubble and soft lips kiss over the mark heâs made.
âBut I donât think I wanna share.â
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ââ â ! â CHALKBOARD AND NAILS
tw. noncon, yandere, dumbification, objectification, daddy kink, some degradation, some praise, threats, brief mention of murder and blood, hair pulling, forced oral
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a/n. ⥠commissioned by the amazing @totalleelee âĄâĄâĄ here you are my loVE!!! happy late birthday to your friend as well, and I really hope you guys enjoy it! I always like getting to write new characters and Nanami was definitely a fun one. I had to make the fic longer bc I wanted moreEeeeee but yea i just really really hope you enjoy it, and thank you again a miLLIOn for commIng me iM so sO HONOUREDDD
nanami kento x fem!reader
You should think about what youâre doing. Lying upside down off the couch with your eyes big and long, distracting lashes and your hair hanging; casting playful shadows on the floor when you move. His couch. Heâd like to believe youâre doing it on purpose -hell, most people would probably be inclined to- when youâve got that coy, little smile on your face and your shirt rides up to reveal a sliver of skin above your pants.
He would assume if you had ever dared to come onto him in any way. But you havenât, and so he canât, not when you remain the perfectly sweet, kind, respectful graduate they hired only a few years agoâ and it makes him too aware of you.
Nanamiâs not the prim and proper bootlicker Gojo jokes he looks like; so among the other sorcerers, it isnât even too illogical that you would cling to him a little. A kouhai dumped on his doorstep when the higher-ups decided to employ them fresh out of school. If it were anyone else, he wouldâve complained until the choice was overruled. But youâre not anyone else. He canât even lie about the fact that heâs grown quite the attachment to you.
Your bubbly, engaged energy and blueberry scented shampoo and cheap coffee in styrofoam cups that you always, always forget to throw away at the end of the day. Your chattering that rings through his brain before he goes to sleep and the way you talk and talk and talk when he wonât. Youâre the exact opposite of an enigma, because that would require that you left him with some mysteries, and you donât have the ability to keep your mouth shut. He hates how easy you wind him around your little finger, and he hates that he hates it.
Nanamiâs not a dependant guy- and it seems to be your goal to prove him so fucking wrong.
âWhy wouldnât that be possible? I mean, itâd be hard if suddenly a curse shows up and youâre called up in the middle of the night and have to rush to work, and our rates of serious injury are pretty high. But I think I could make it work! Yâknow, communication is key and all that.â Your pretty lips shine as you ramble on. You prop your head onto one arm, and turn over so your leg is basically straddling his furniture. âHave you ever dated a non-sorcerer while youâve been a grade one, Nanamin?â
He lets out a slow exhale, and shifts his gaze back from the lines of your throat to his book so you donât catch him looking. âNo.â
âNot once? In like twelve years?â You raise a brow like youâve suddenly discovered heâs some ancient fossil dug up from the canal.
âI prefer not to leave my partners for weeks on end with no explanation because the sorcerer world forbids itâ so no. And I didnât graduate twelve years ago, brat.â With the spine of the book he taps your nose, before getting up from the chair to join you on the couch. The few drinks have been abandoned as you finally let the blood back out of your head and wobble like a deer, blinking too slowly. Even now, youâre pretty. Prettier than he wants you to be, taking in the soft slope of your nose and the pillowy lips and your stupid flush on your face. Brat is right.
âI think Iâll do it,â you declare after a few seconds, and rest your head back into the couch with a pout. âI get lonely. And most sorcerers have giant egos.â Heâs not sure if it takes him aback -canât place the emotion that washes over him a few inches at a time- but he finds himself watching the side of your face a little too tightly. The cogs turn in his head and send some uncomfortable cold to gather in the pit of his stomach. Your lashes flutter and some wetness lines your waterline, and he can tell that you mean it. It isnât the alcohol, he knows you better than enough.
When you look up at him, your faces are only a few inches apartâ soft breaths filling the narrow space between. Has he ever told you he loves you? Heâs not a man of too many words, thatâs always been more your style than hisâ so probably not. But he does. So much it carves a gaping hole in his chest upon impact. He doesnât have to say anything to see the way your eyes flutter shyly with the near perfect closeness. As your silence hangs as the room disappears, his hand twitching on his thigh. Arenât you partly his like heâs yours? Thatâs how it should work. Itâs the only logical course of action, and so he canât help but lean in.
Youâre just too shy to say anything- right? You wouldnât hang out with him so much if you didnât, wouldnât trust and touch him, or confide in him so much if you didnât. His heart burns in his chest the closer you seem to get. But before he can finish up the gap, you giggle and back away. âWow! Hey, we almost kissed.â Your voice is a higher pitch than normal, but still rambly. Fuck. âI didnât expect you to be so close when I looked up,â your nose and cheeks are burning hot, âyou scared me, Nanamin~â
You stand from the couch instead, and lean towards him with that little smile that drives him crazy at night. âSenpai, itâs clearly time for me to go home. Iâm getting sloppy.â You are. And as much as he wants to use that as an excuse to grab you by your waist and pull you into his lap, it wouldnât do any good. Not when youâre too busy running your mouth to understand the consequences. He loves you, but youâre one infuriating little runt. You run your hand through his hair like itâs an intrusive thought, spilling loose locks onto his forehead, and then you smack your lips. âWill you see me to the door at least?â
For not the first time, he blames your loose lips for making it so hard for him.
+
Youâre entirely different outside the four walls of his apartment.
Itâs a coincidence that he finds himself across the street as he spots you walking under the streetlights with a little jump in your step. You look a different sort of formidableâ clinging to the arm of some plain fucking loser that is so very clearly drooling all over you. Itâs almost pathetic how easily swayed the guy is, as you bat your lashes and smile at him. And somewhere in the back of his mind, it rings a little familiar, but common sense and logic get pushed down a little under the feeling of anger that he feels bubbling up in him.
Not at youâ though he told you he didnât think it a good idea, youâve always been a bit dense. In need of protection. It isnât an option, and Nanamiâs responsible for you. He looks out for you. This fucking loser though, is oblivious about anything but the skin your dress is showing off. In the brief few moments he gets to spot you walking off towards your street, that much becomes clear. You love making it hard for him. Youâre basically magnetic, dragging him along from whatever chore he was doing to follow behind patiently, getting more and more agitated.
See, Nanami has thought quite often about what he is, and isnât. You forced him to think it over whenever he found his mind wandering back to you each time it had the chance, squeezing around his cock and whining out your dramatics into his mouth. In his imagination, heâs easy to wrap up into a neat bow. With a begrudgingly growing interest each time you landed on his couch, or trailed behind him like a puppy at work. Itâs because of all that introspection that he decided he isnât a good do-er. He does good, and he is perfectly adequate at doing it too. But he doesnât do it for the praise of it.
Nanami isnât a hero. He isnât a vigilante.
Heâs a simple guy with simple wants: you. So thereâs only one reason that crystalizes in his mind as he finds himself walking a good distance behind this fucking loser that youâre blinking stars up at. It isnât a noble one. Just that every fiber in him aches to grab the guy by the back of his neck and kick his head like a soccer ball. You wouldnât like that much, but he still wants to do it.
Youâre beaming and chattering along like you do at such a pace that you donât even notice that heâs started to follow behind. Hell, you barely even acknowledge a passerby to move out of the way. Youâre totally zoned in to your doe-eyed, little fantasiesâ even as the distance gets closer and closer, and heâs walking down the now familiar streets towards your apartment. And as much as he wants to blame you, he can't. Not really. Itâs not like he didnât know what a sweet little cheerleader you were when you were prancing around his office with the shortest skirts known to man and a coquettish blink of your long lashes. But itâs different when itâs some two-bit, middle aged non-sorcerer with a five oâclock shadow.
Itâs different when it isnât him. Even you must know that. You must feel it.
The skyâs darkening as your conversation goes from enthusiastic to clearly flirty, letting your giggle ring out down the laneâ as he makes up the last bit of distance. The guyâs probably musty breath reaching you as he swings his arm over your shoulder, as he pulls you close. As he fills your head with all kinds of promises that he definitely wonât actually meet as soon as he gets your pretty hands around his cock. He knows it, and he knows that even your innocent, sweet personality would take a hit if that happened. You wouldnât be able to perform well at work, and maybe even your relationship with Nanami would suffer if you got your heart broken.
Thereâs a very clear path before him that ends right where youâre walking up the steps towards your door, and those pretty lips form words he canât focus on. He walks up to the door, and only now do you glance behind you and your pretty eyes go curiously wide at him. âNanami?â Youâre so fucking cute. But that stupid fucking arm around your shoulders is in his way. It blocks you from view, and ruins the sight. Itâs a bother. Thereâs only the faintest hints of jealousy and rage left in his veins - when he gives you a quick nod, then turns towards the guy whoâs now got an awfully dumb expression on his face. It reminds him a little of a curse, blank and narrowed and disturbed. He feels eerily calm, really. Itâs a simple problem with a simple solution, isnât it.
âWhat are you doing here-â you start to say, before you stumble back.
Blood splatters all over, and with an awfully easy motion that stupid head rolls and drops to the floor. Itâs quick, and thereâs a few seconds where he waits for the resistance. The uncomfortable feeling of guilt. But it doesnât comeâ
Until your shaky hand clutches almost painfully onto his shirt, pinching him. âH- Nanamin. What the hell do you think youâre doing? What did you-â You gasp, breaking off into a choked cry when your eyes take in the sight before you, before squeezing your eyes shut entirely and starting to shake harder. âWhatâs- why?! What did you do? Why did you do that?! I canât- I canât even- what- why?!â
You shove him aside, and his foot lands in the mess as you fumble sticking the key into the lockâ too shaky to control your own extremities well. But your mouth still hasnât stopped running. âStay away! Go away! Youâre- I- hick- I donât wanna look!â You finally manage to get the key turned by the time the tears are making your cheeks entirely shiny, snot running and lip wobbly like a five year oldâ and sink down into a crouch to start sobbing it out into your arm. âYou just killed a-an-â You canât even make it halfway through without breaking out into another squeak. âF-for no reason. I invited him here- seriously, whatâs wrong with you?â
Your face doesnât come up again for breath until he grabs you by the arm to help you up, and you shove at him again, almost yelling this time. âNo, no, no no no! Leave me alone!â This little scene youâre making is gonna attract attention, you know. âLeave me alone, I want to go in!â Before the situation can get out of hand, he pushes your door open enough to toss you inside, and the body after you. Thereâs a muffled little whimper from you when it lands with a thump on your floor. But as soon as he closes the door, the surge of adrenaline calms.
He just has to explain it to you, give him a minute.
âI donât wanna- I donât-â
For some reason, the entire situation winded him, and his beating heart bangs loudly in his chest. He drops his weapon aside and kicks off his shoes, and goes to youâ where youâre cocooned in your own arms, knees to your chest. âHey, itâs-â
âLeave me alone!â you squeak, knocking his hands away from you, only briefly looking up. âGo. Hck- go away!â Youâre crying so much that your eyes are red and your cheeks puffy. But he still grabs you by your arms and hauls you up into his chest, ignoring the way you make yourself dead weight. Brat. He wants to say it, but heâs pretty sure you wouldnât be too happy to hear it at this very moment. Itâs not like he blames you. Heâs always tried to shield you from the more gruesome parts of the occupation as much as possible. Of course youâd be upset. âNanamin~â you whine.
âShhh, just calm down. Itâs all good now.â His heart still beats so loud. Maybe he was angrier than he first imagined. He carries you -much to your dismay, if your sniveling cries are anything to go off- out of the hall and into your bedroom. Where it smells of perfume and girly body lotion, and so overwhelmingly like you it takes him aback a little. Youâre still crying, and still talking- but he does his best to drown it out in favor of explaining. See, heâs always been such a sucker for you. Swallowing down the slight rasp in his voice, he allows you to drop back into your bed, and looks down at you. Youâre still pretty even with your eyes clenched closed, and crying like a baby. âThere, âs okay.â
He runs his thumb along your eyes, then settles down next to you on the plush mattress. âI didnât mean to scare you. Listen-â
âHow can I -hck- listen?!â Youâre quick to turn your face away from him, and wrap your arms around yourself a bit tighterâ probably unaware of the distracting way you push up your tits that way in that little implication of a dress. Really, Nanami swallows, you can obviously do much better than that loser thatâs probably staining your carpet at the entrance. Your lip wobbles again, before you suck it into your mouth. âI donât know what- or how- but that isnât okay, Nanamin. I just-â
So again, he tries to get your attention, this time by grabbing your arm. âJust listen. I did it for you- if this was anyone else I wouldnât have been so pressed.â Itâs true. No one is a priority like you are. âI had to.â
âWhat are you talking about? How- is killing someone- oh god, thereâs a dead guy in my house, Nanamin! I donât k- what am I gonna do? Why would you-â
âIâm trying to tell you something.â His voice is lower and sharper this time, and your eyes finally shoot open to look at him. But it isn't that adoring little look you normally have, and somehow that pisses him off too. You really need to have everything spelled out for you, huh. He loves you though, really, he genuinely, genuinely does. As more than just an equalâ if he could, heâd give you everything. He just doesnât know how to say it, staring back at the wobbly tears on your face. âI love you,â is what ends up coming out, and then a breath.
And heâd say more if you werenât such a talker.
Your face goes a little distant for a few seconds, before you shake your head. âWhat does that have to do with anything?â
âI will tell you, if you just-â
âI canât accept that, senpai! You canât just go around and kill-â
âI was protecting you!â
âFrom what?!â Before you even give him a chance, a real one, you start righting yourself on the bed and run a hand under your nose. And you stare at him with such disbelief and broken trust that it makes him feel a little dizzy. He doesnât know exactly how he imagined himself spilling his guts, but it wasnât like this. âYou need to leave. And I need to contact someone from the higher ups to- take care of- I donât even know,â you sob, âI donât know how any of this goes. Thatâs so messed up, Kento.â Thatâs the first time youâve ever addressed him by his first name. Scolding him for a choice he made purely for you. He did this for you. âYou need to-â
He canât let the first time end this way.
âStop talking.â
âStop talking?â You echo back to him, and glare, also getting up off the bed and farther away from himâ and he canât help but follow. âWhat did you think was gonna happen? That I wasnât going to say anything?â As he gets up with you, you walk back a step, and your eyes flick back and forth between him and the door a few times. But he chases, and you jump in surprise when your back meets the wall, effectively trapping you between the wall and him. âI- Nanami-â
âKento.â
You barely blink as you take a sharp intake of air, and then hold your hands up to his chest to keep some space between you two. âLook- just- we can talk about this, but I canât just ignore that thereâs a dead body in my house, Kento.â Heâs really sick of you talking. Youâre lucky he loves your voice so much, because if it was anyone else, he wouldnât stand for it. Whatever you see in his expression must have you worried, because that slight defiance that remains gets awfully feeble when he reaches for you this time. âYouâre scaring me. Please, just- hck- just back up. Let me process this, and then we can talk.â
âNo, all your talking just gets in the way.â Your eyes go wide and a wave of heat washes over your features, making you look even more attractive. If he canât tell you, heâll just show you. Youâve got it all fucking wrong. What he feels for you is true love. Before you can go on another mad ramble, he grabs you and drags you back to bed, as gently as he can while having his hand screwed tight around your wrist. He wouldnât ever actually hurt you. As you land on the bed, he holds you downâ watching as you open your mouth to talk. But you canât, because heâs already shoved two fingers between your lips and feels the way your hot, wet tongue squirms as he pushes them down your throat. âThere, thatâs better.â
Still youâre trying to talk, itâs almost funny. You whine around his fingers and gag when you canât, breathing his name into an uncomfortable moan that just turns him on. You try to pull your head away, but you canât. âYouâre a lot sweeter when youâre not running your mouth sometimes, baby.â He canât help it, it just comes out. He likes you so much, and you just look so cute gagging on his fingers and grabbing his sleeve like youâre not sure whether or not to pull or push. Tears start welling up along your waterline when he runs his fingertips over your soft, pink tongue. And his cock twitches in his pants.
Thatâs the good part, see. Even with all this fighting, you two still get along so well. You make him a better man when heâs around you. At least, in theory. Heâs not crazy, he knows that holding you down and making you choke on his fingers isnât really the best course of action -but you left him no choice- and heâs better off finishing what he started. âIf you shut up,â he draws his fingers out of your mouth to start unzipping his pants, âIâll let you breathe. If you donât, Iâll make sure you wonât want to talk again.â Itâs all up to you, pretty girl. Simple cause and effect. You take one sharp breath as you try to get out from under his weight, but thereâs really nowhere you can go.
So you do what you do best, and whine. âNanami~â Itâs a baby-ish little whimper that makes him name sound so fucking good. But still. He grabs your face to squish your cheeks, and stares down at you with such intensity that you keep your cries in.
âItâs Kento.â His voice is a low, soft rumble. He wonder if it gives away the way his body feels right now, standing above you while his cock strains against his pants. Theyâre getting too tight to be comfortable. âOr daddy- you like that better? Say it.â You shake your head into his grip -but your ears start glowing another color brighter, almost like heâs caught you in a lie. Of course you do. You and him are made to be together. You let out another little squeak before he lets go of you to start undoing his pants.Â
That apparently seems to be too much, because suddenly youâre trying to get up as you speak. âNo, no, Iâm not-â Youâre trapped when he forces you back down and now yanks your head back by your hair, making you cry again. âOw, please senpaiâ I like you, I really do- but I canât- I- hang on.â The heat crawls up his neck to his ears watching your eyes go big as the belt falls and his pants go down his thighs. You really do look good on your fucking knees.
âI told you to stop yapping, didnât I?â He asks in return, and finishes sliding his boxers down, kicking them aside. Then he pulls your face towards his cock and watches as you whine. âOpen up for daddy. Thereâs only one thing your mouthâs good for.â Youâre so easy to hold in place, and it sends unimaginable gratification through his body when your little tongue comes out for him. Youâre really such a brat, making everything so fucking hard for him.Â
You open your mouth enough for him to start pushing inside at just the slightest yank of your hair, making you whine and whimper as you shuffle around between his legs. Your hands come to rest on his thighs, but that doesnât hold him from sliding the hot head of his cock as far as he can into your mouth right away. You look amazing drooling all over his cock, choking when he starts to move with the most patient moves he can manage. Itâs not easy to do much of anything except rock himself on your soft tongue and feel your whining go down his shaft and balls. âThere, now youâre making yourself useful. Thatâs what you do best, hm, fucking brat?â
âAgh, fuck- thatâs- such a soft little mouth.â You make him feel heavenly, and by the way youâre shifting down there on the floor -trying and failing to get the friction you want- youâre also feeling it. He can tell by the way you blink up at him so slow, swallowing around him and letting that pretty voice out in the cutest, little moans. Just for him. Only ever for him. âYouâre so lucky youâre this fucking cute,â he ends up rasping out, before letting you finally pull back to breathe when you start jittering. âSay something smart again, brat.â
âAgh, daddy,â you sob, drool spilling down your chin, âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry. Iâm really sorry.â He can tell you are. Your big eyes glossy and cheeks hot, you try to get up from the floor, and he yanks you up to turn you over instead. Your little dress rides up too easily, giving the rest of the way when he shoves it up your back. Itâs almost embarrassing to see how wet you are, lacy panties soaked all the way through and peeled too easily aside to reveal that needy pussy. And you donât even deny it, just shiver when he runs his finger up and down your slicked up cunt. âPlease.â
Heâs such a sucker for you, fuck. Itâs almost like you know it. âMy little cock slut, look at that. Youâre dripping down your thighs, brat.â He spits on your center once before lining up and sliding in, and watching as your little pussy stretches around his cock with some effortâ as you let out a lewd, almost desperate whine. âFuck.â And Nanami hoists himself over you to start fucking into you, hips meeting your ass as he bottoms out, as you open your legs further to let him in. Your back half hangs pathetically over the end of the bed as he fucks into your tight, hot -so fucking hot and wet and beaming- pussy and his balls clap against you. You feel so good itâs hard to hear anything over his own heartbeat hammering wildly against his ribs.
âDaddy feel good inside?â
âMhm, agh-yea.â
You too, baby. Nothing in the world feels as good as letting your pussy swallow and suck him in deeper, like youâre trying to hold him in that impossibly hot, blissful clutch forever. He canât even hear much of your whining and moaning and pitiful struggle, but you probably havenât stopped. You donât even have the energy to close your mouth, trying to push back to meet his thrusts more even as he bumps against the end of your pussyâ and his one hand is squeezed around your neck. But you look pretty this way. You look useful.
âTell me how much you like me.ââSo~ much, so much, fuck. Iâm gonna cum, Kento. Daddy.â Your mouthâs still running when he snakes his hand underneath you to start rubbing at your puffy clit, and feels the way his own body starts to tighten when your walls clench wildly around him. âFuck, Iâm gonna cum. I want you to cum too, want to feel it- I wanna have you deep inside me forever, ah, ah. Oh, you feel so good, fuck.â Itâs almost ironic when he thinks about it. How much he likes you running your mouth like this, begging for more. Itâs poetic.
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tw. uncle!satoru, incest, age gap, breeding, coercion, dirty talk, praise, brief choking, baby as pet name, some jealousy, degradation, corruption kink, sneaking around
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gojo satoru x fem!reader
The door rattles with a loud noise as you make it two steps down the hall. Two whole steps before long arms wrap under your shoulders and youâre whirled around against an equally lanky body, while your giggles fill the hall. They echo down the old family house, pristine and proper, and give your mother a well deserved moment of rest as she rolls the suitcases inside. âHey- Thereâs my favorite little squirt,â his lithe voice hums gleefully when you press a childishly sloppy peck onto his cheek and squish your face to his shoulder, and Satoru barely bothers to give your mom a quick smile before stealing your entire attention away and putting you into his neck with a smile.
âYou gotta visit more frequently, nee-san. I gotta show my favorite niece what Iâve learned at monster school, donât I?â
Your chubby cheeks glow hot as you parrot him. âMonster!â
âYour only niece. And youâre more than welcome to take a few babysitting shifts, Satoru. Lord knows I could use it,â the soft-spoken woman would then chuckle, and leave you to it.
Thatâs how it was, always. You remember finding the days where snow stuck to the ground and made the house feel so much toastier, the most lovely of all- no excuses, no exceptions. Not that you could give a reason as to why, back then. It was probably because winter meant family time and holidays and presents, and most of all, it meant packing everything up into the car and driving down for New Years. Without fail, a white winter meant Gojo Satoru â and without fail, youâd look towards him like a world faithfully orbits the sun.
You canât thank Satoru enough for taking his role so gracefully, at the time. When it was still fun.
Now winter means being locked up in your room while that same man parades around a different princess each year, and makes your start to the new entirely unenjoyable. After a good few hours of hearing the drinking and talking grow louder and louder -and then eventually quieter again, you finally dare peak your head around the corner. Because if youâre lucky, uncle Satoru will have no self-control. And the copious amounts of alcohol that festivities require will leave him blissfully unaware of your scowl at the foreign pair of shoes by the door. Your bare feet pad on the floor as you make your way past the soft rumble of the tv, and into the kitchen to pop open your own box of cake, and another bottle of bubbles for yourself.
The frosting sticks to the roof of your mouth three bites in, and makes everything a lot more palatable. The smell of the obnoxious festive scented candles, the deep beats of the slow make-out music reverberating through the walls of his otherwise impeccable apartment. The knowledge that youâre meant to wait out the inevitable turnaround from festive cheer to loud moans down the hall as the countdown hits 0. Itâs been this way for years now, and you find yourself wishing spring would come a little faster.
Youâd never be so lucky, though. You drop the fork in surprise when long fingers sneak around your neck to squeeze gently at the soft parts of it, and a breath brushes over the shell of your ear. âBoo.â Festive cheer and a softer familiar musk overtakes your senses.
âSatoru, you dick,â you squeak out a little too loudly, halfway to turning when a strong arm wraps around your hips to allow him to slot a little closer to your back. He peers over your head at the cake, breath dusting over your hair. Uncaring, of course, about the level of appropriateness or the way it sends a shiver up your spine.
âBit early for a late night snack, isnât it? You could at least have asked your favorite authority figure to join you.â His smile gleams in the low light of the apartment like a million diamonds, white head of hair tousled and bed-head like. The hand on your hip squeezes ever so softly before you shake him off, and cross your arms over your chest in defiance.
âYouâre barely an authority, let alone my favorite. Besides, arenât you kept busy with⊠Keiko? Kyoko?â
ââKimiko. Why?â Itâs then you make the mistake of looking up into those perfect baby blues through the half-tinted shades, and despite your earlier frostiness, he still searches for a handhold on your shoulder, softly brushing his thumb along the collar of your shirt. He stares like he can see through you, where your heart beats wildly in your chest. Youâd dare bet money that sometimes he definitely tries to. But the calculating glances that flick over your face are kept quiet by a faint hum.
âSheâs gone home. I thought maybe we could celebrate New Years together this time.â Satoru is always smiling. It crinkles his eyes, seems to ooze out of him like syrup. Heâs good at that. At feeling trustworthy. Butâ âWe still have a good twenty minutes until the fireworks. Come celebrate. For me?â Thereâs no mistaking the way he leans in to nudge your face up and puts on an exaggerated puppy-like pout. Gojo Satoru is anything but trustworthy.
But hard lessons are slow to stick. You find your mouth opening almost like instinct, sugar-coated tongue running over your lips as he waits. âFine, until after the fireworks. Only âtil then.â His mouth corners go a little more cat-like when the grin grows further, and he rubs his heavy palm and long fingers over your head with a soft chuckle.
âRight? Youâd never leave your poor old, lonely uncle Satoru alone on a special day, right?â
The couch is abandoned for a slower sort of swinging around the living room once the clock starts getting close, and Satoru places another flute of golden bubbles into your handâ grinning as you move to the beat. Try and resist as you may, Satoru has given you much to be thankful for. The heat of his hand back on your head distracts you from the way the drink goes down too quickly, letting him pick your hand into his to pull you closer. âHave you ever slow danced before, pretty girl?â
You donât get to say anything before youâre in his arms, hands to his chest and quickly sliding down to wrap around him instead, swallowing down the stirring heat that hits when he chuckles. You must be crazy. Must be. Your heart feels like itâs banging in your throat. But Satoru rests his chin on your head into the embrace, and swallows you up into his arms. And your throat burns like a raging fire yet again. It isnât like that. It isnât like that. Youâre the one making it weird, and you know it. But you canât help the goosebumps when he presses a kiss to your crown, or when he pauses to look down at you.
Grinning like heâs got the world in his palm, he leans in to almost brush noses with you. âThis is kinda romantic, isnât it?â
âGojo Satoru,â you immediately feel the warmth flare up on your cheeks and ears, eyes going wide. But the grin is back instantly, and he chuckles.
âAlright, donât get your panties into a twist.â The air of his breaths dusts over your nose when he stares, and doesnât look away. âYouâre so obvious when you want something. Itâs cute.â Heâs awfully, disturbingly pretty. However weird it is to notice that about your own momâs brother⊠you never were able to lie yourself out of that conclusion.
The clock ticks loudly, counting down. But you canât tear yourself away, blinking blankly at the way he gives your face a once over, before those eyes find yours. Glittering brilliantly, pulling at your sanity. You did always adore him. The first few fireworks go off loud in the distance, when your own uncle Satoru dips down and kisses you. You freeze. Warm lips and tongue pressing into your mouth- he full-on kisses you and runs a hand along your neck to pull you into him. A muffled squeak makes itâs way out of you, warm tongue getting to taste all of him. You- you donât stop it. When he pulls back, his mouth lingers over yours, and that devilish mouth whispers, âhappy New Year, baby,â without any âsorryâs.
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The flowers are already starting to bloom in the colorful pots that swing outside the windows when you nurse your own cup of tea, and donât bother lowering your eyes when bright azures meet your gaze. Thereâs something there that tingles your tongue, faint memories biting at your conscious, but too swift to grab hold of. You canât read him anymore. It makes the familiar glint in them feel anxiety inducing. The gaze shifts, and you feel your spine relax. All tall, perfect, unfairly casual grandeur of him goes back to entertaining your cousins and Megumiâ and your attention is finally allowed to shift back to your mom.
âDeary me⊠That child seems like heâll never grow up,â she softly chimes, turning your way to take your hands, âI bet youâre twice the adult he is.â Her slight frown is one of fondness though, of care and concern; all of which only makes your stomach drop further. Your momâs so enamored with her tight-knit little dream of a family. Sheâs completely unaware, too. Of the deadly, treacherous words that your mind whispers to you when it knows no oneâs watching. Your motherâs warm smile remains. âIf you ever decide you canât keep up with him anymore, youâre more than welcome to move back home, honey.â
âI know, momâ but I like Tokyo. I like my friends here, and- my jobâs here, and I like my job.â Her hand makes an encouraging circle over the back of your hand, and she nods.
Her warm smile doesnât keep away the cold flare that travels down your back though. âAnd you also like Satoru, for reasons I still canât wrap my head around.â Her look over in his direction has you resolutely studying your lap instead, as heat travels back from your chest to your face. âEven when you were little, your uncle âToru could do no wrong. It was infuriating at timesâŠâ You try to put on a smile when you feel her eyes return back to you, and let the cup bear the brunt force of your anxiety. âNow I just think itâs sweet. I know I couldnât deal with his antics anymore, for even a few days.â
âHeâsâŠâ You trail off before you can even get started, and let your tongue swipe along your bottom lip to get rid of the pesky memory again. You feel like your moral compass has been compromised. Your stupid little crush was meant to go unacknowledged, and fade. No one was supposed to be any the wiser. Satoru was never meant to do wrong. Heâs -what- exactly, you try to ask yourself. Sneaky? Childish? The reason you canât look your own family in the eye without blushing like a schoolgirl?
Your heart blooms when you catch a glimpse of his smile as the beer bottle brushes his lips, and he finds your shape again across the room.
Before you get a chance to look away, uncle Satoruâs already calling your name again with that sing-songy tone thatâs got you hooked; and pulls you out of your seat with a few slow blinks. âThereâs my favorite girl.â He swings an arm over your shoulders, and invades your senses yet again. âItâs getting a little too stuffy in here for your liking, hm? Mind if I steal her for a while?â His sister barely gives him the tiniest of eyerolls before waving you both off. And the white-haired force of nature doesnât even stop to ask you. He knows heâs right.
Before long, the glances of family get captured by other things, and the honorary member of your family gives you a knowing look that you mirror. Not that Satoru would let it stop him if he saw. You only just look away from Megumiâs grimace before you freeze into place. Thereâs the tiniest of kisses to the skin behind your ear where Satoru whispers in your ear. âI was really missing you, baby.â Thereâs a heat that spreads all over you as he continues, barely hiding his affections. âWhenever I see you⊠I just wannaâŠâ
Your eyes go wide when you turn to stare at him, then quickly around at the rest of the guests. Luckily, everyone seems too preoccupied to notice the way he wraps his arm around your waist to steer you towards the front door. âWhat? I wasnât done.â he chimes, eyes glinting over like the Chesire cat, âI wanna come annoy you, is what I was going to say.â Alarm bells should go off. You want them to signal your disaster. But no such thing happens, and the way his lips almost drag over your pulse makes your entire body feel like youâre filled with static. âYou know uncle Satoru loves you. Step out with me for a bit.â
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The miserable drum of rain has no way of drowning out the thoughts in your head. A heat-caused thunderstorm should just be a minor inconvenience, but it feels awfully telling about your current state. The string of messages of Satoruâs latest -what you can now assume is- ex blink back at you as you check the time again, and sink deeper into the couch. The apartment always feels a little too cold when youâre here alone. And sure, youâve been living here too, but youâve been on your very best behavior all this time. Taking up only the space he was willing to give.
So you sit in silence as the room gets darker and darker, and instead of checking up on work mails, you let the icy silence of the apartment sit beside you. The messages werenât exactly frantic, butâ the door clicks softly across the room, and the pitter patter of the rain on the skylight grows even more impatient. âUncle âToru,â you breathe as he drags his wet self in, only to suck your bottom lip into your mouth.
Thereâs only a few times youâve ever had the displeasure of seeing him like this. One was the first summer his best friend vanished into thin air, a shallow copy of your beloved left behind in its wakeâ and every few years after that. It drains all the color out of him, squeezes until thereâs nothing left.
He looks drunk. He smells drunk too. But you still cross your arms and straighten your back, swallowing. âKi-chan was worried about you. She says you two broke-â
âSheâs right.â Satoru drops his bag by the tv, and unceremoniously kicks off his socks in the middle of the living room, slauntering towards the couch.
âIs that why youâre like this?â Your worry is undermined by a harsh snort and an equally unamused chuckle, before the white-haired man comes to a halt before you.
âDonât be stupid. You and I both know itâs not.â His eyes are usually like the ocean on a summer day, bright, all-consuming, and peacefulâ thereâs nothing there when they land on you now. Just the dark, dreary image of a cloudy, uncaring vastness. âGet up, Iâm trying to sleep here for the night.â
âIâm not leaving.â Youâre not sure if the slight tremble in your voice is self-inflicted, but do your best to bite through the electric tension. âShe also said that youâve been saying all kinds of things that make no sense. Things aboutâ me. And thatâs why you guys broke up. Sheâs worried that you might try to do something to me.â Gojo Satoru is a lot of things. More things than a man with his constitution should be, all in all. Your light breath cuts the tension just enough for you to speak up again, staring up at him from your increasingly vulnerable position on the couch. âWell, will you?â
âGet up.â Before you have another chance to ask more, he takes you by the arm and pulls you up out of the couch in a split second, leaving you stumbling back. âRun off to your room now.â Smart, coherent thoughts leave you. Satoru looks like heâs hurting. Those long, white lashes and blue irises are no longer bright and understanding. They frame a simple look of distaste at the sight of you, and your rapid heartbeat falters. âI said, now.â As your tongue brushes your lips you search for somethingâ anythingâ to say, but it seems he doesnât want to let you. With large steps, he walks you back by your collar until your back hits the wall, and you stare up at him.
âIsnât it bad enough that I already want you? What more do you need?â The cold, still wet touch of his thumb brushing your collarbones tingles down your entire body. âTell me off. Hit me. Do something.â Heâs basically begging now, through hard glares, teeth and a raspy voice. âTell me off for treating you like this.â
You think you should. But all that you manage to say is a soft plea, eyes searching in the dark. âUncle Satoru, I- Iâm sorry.â
âBaby.â
His grip makes your shirt dig uncomfortably into your neck, but you barely feel it. Instead you raise your hands to cup his face, watching how the furrowed brows straighten out after only a few tight breaths. You mumble out a breath of his name, and allow him to pull you closer to his body until youâre pressed to his chest, face hidden against his collarbones. Until he leads you to look up at him and lets his lips brush over your eyelids, and the tip of your nose. âYour mom would kill me if she knew.â
You know him to be right. And still, you let his mouth meet yours. Meet and claim your tongue, hiking your one thigh up to allow him to melt against you. Rolling his narrow hips just a little too effectively against you. Itâs way too much all at once, hot and cold meeting in the dark where his body grinds against you. You shouldnât⊠allow any of this, right? But it feels too good to stop. Satoru clearly thinks so too when he grunts your name against your mouth, and his crotch rubs into your center.
Itâs not hard to know what heâs thinking about as he drags his lips down the soft of your throat and sucks kisses into the skin. His strong fingers slide under your shirt to anchor at your waist, and leave goosebumps all over. âMy pretty girl,â he ends up mumbling as his tongue makes shapes at the base of your throat, âyouâre all mine. All fucking mine. Mh- never gonna let anyone have you.â It feels so good. Hearing that, however distorted by the momentâ makes you feel like youâre floating. So much so, that it scares you. To think anyone would have such power over you.
Satoru goes in for another kiss, but you end up sliding out of his arms by mere chance, panting and shivering from the wet hands all over you. You take one single deep breath, and rush off down the hall.
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When you sit at dinner the next day, rolling your veggies around your plate as you cast him weary glances from under long lashes, Satoru doesnât falter. Doesnât even blink out of place once, like the night before was just a dream. Youâd really believe the slight ache of a hickey at the base of your throat to be an unlucky bruise, if you couldnât notice the faint glances your way. After a while, his telltale grin slips back on when you startle at his voice, and he points his fork towards you. âYouâre acting weird, you know that?â
âI- Iâm acting weird?â Your voice pitches up almost comically, and his gleeful chuckle has your heart racing despite yourself. âW- about yesterday-â
âIâm taking you somewhere tonight.â Though the interruption should annoy you, he looks so content and smug as he stuffs the last of his food into his cheek, that you can only frown. His hand runs through his mess of white hair, noisily smacking his food as if to make a point. When you donât immediately respond, he nods to himself, before leaning in. âI woke up with the worst headache of my life, Iâll have you know. But Iâve gotten over myself, I promise. And now I just want to hang out with my favorite niece.â
âOnly niece,â you end up parroting, clenching and unclenching your hands into your skirt. âWhere do you wanna go?â
âCall me âuncle âToruâ again, and Iâll tell you.â You never tell him no.
As you walk through the hall with slow steps, the light falls like broken petals through the paper walls and casts everything in a hazy glow. For all your protests, uncle Satoru follows close behind, chirping all kinds of encouragements, giggling most of the way through. The lazy patterns he draws on your shoulders with his thumbs, or the brief brushes of his nose along your cheek, kisses behind your jawâ it all should make you feel a lot guiltier than it does. Instead youâre just wound up, skin tingling with every touch the longer it lasts.
âAre you gonna tell me why weâre here now?â
He hums that melodic agreement, before pointing you towards the rather familiar door at the right. âIf you go in there, I will.â At your slight frown, he only presses on. âI promise. Come on, trust your favorite uncle.â
âYouâre not my favorite.â
His voice grows low as his lips brush your ear, and those strong arms start gliding down the sides of your back. âLiar.â The kiss that is pressed to your pulse is slower this time, humming in your throat and making you swallow your words. His mind hasnât changed after you ran out. Instead of focusing on that- on him, you reach for the door and slide it open, finding your and Satoruâs room barely changed at all. His hands come to press at the sides of your hips, long fingers trekking all over the skin he can reach. âIâve been thinking for a while nowâŠâ His playful voice dips a little lower, and your breathing grows slower and slower. âI always meant it when I said you were my favorite... but-â
âBut itâs a little different now, hm, pretty girl? When did you change so much?â Those hands that start sliding up along your thighs to hike your skirt up to your belly, and though you try to keep it down with a little breath, he denies it. âYou donât like it? That I wanna see all of you?â The little hum to your soft throat makes you feel like youâre charged to the brim, crackling each time he moves. Itâs unbearable, and yet, you couldnât move a muscle if you tried. âTell me that Iâm a bad guy.â
You canât focus on anything. His nimble fingers toy with the edge of your panties, and the puff of his breath sends a shiver down your neck. âW-whyâd you take me to our old- ah- place?â Satoru doesnât wait for you to catch up before the frilly fabric drags along your thighs. Your awfully wet underwear lands around your feet, and he leans in to nudge your face to his. Kissing you over your shoulder as his body covers you from behind, and his waist pushes up against you. His tongue steals your attention away from his hands just long enough to lose track of them before theyâre on your tits, squeezing them and making your cunt clench in anticipation.
âBecause I wanted to prove something.â He rolls his clothed waist against your ass and makes that awful feeling even worse, forcing a whimper out of you. And that mind-numbing fucking laughter returns before his hands start moving to your center. Youâre not sure if you want to push him away or ride his fingers with the slow drag of rough fingertips along the inside of your legsâ not that itâs up to you anyway. âYouâre no longer that good girl thatâd idolize uncle Satoru, right? Youâve started thinking about other things when Iâm around, hm?â
Fingers slide through the embarrassing amount of wetness between your legs with another noise from him, pressing his hardening cock harder against you and grinding it against you- and you have to fight the urge to just get face down on the floor for him. âF-fuck, baby, youâre already dripping all over my hand. Does uncle âToru turn you on?â Two prodding digits slide into your clenching hole as he grins against your cheek, and his free hand meanly pinches a nipple. âCâmon, tell me. Tell me how much you like me.â
âMh-ack, I- li-like you.â He goes to pull his hand back but you reach for it, and push it back inside to have his hand palm rubbing up against your clit. âA lot, I like you a lot! Please.â The curl of his long fingers inside you is enough to have you shaking, leaning back against his chest with one shoulder, and hanging onto his wrist. It doesnât take much to have him smiling into the hickey heâs sucking under your jaw, and fighting back your resistance just enough to start pushing another finger inside. The slight ache is almost instantly replaced with the pleasure of having your clenching pussy filled so full. Everything blurs a little when you reach back for him for support, and his strong hand fucks smoothly in and out of you. âMhm, ah, ah, I love my uncle Satoru. Sa. To. Ru.â Slick runs down your leg and makes his entire hand sticky, and he hums in agreement.
âThatâs a good little niece. Love riding my fingers like this? Youâre shaking, baby.â He knows what it does to you, mustâve known for a while, when his voice is pressed to your skinâ it leaves you a mess. You try to respond, but your tongue gets all tangled, and you can only whimper and nod as his fingers fuck right into the spot you need them to. Your back curls against him as your legs get shakier, and your poor clit is grinded against his palm until you canât focus on anything else. It feels so good. Good, good, good, good~ You want to keep riding his fingers forever.
âLay down for me,â he rasps when you really start rubbing back against his hand, pussy so messy and full and your lips glossy with spitâ and you almost cry when he starts pulling back.
âNo, no no nonono, uncle Satoru, please. Iâm close,â you squeak, only to allow him to push you down by your shoulder and watch as he slots his fingers between pink lips. âHm- I- can I cum? Please?â Your thighs rub together as you lay down, and Satoru kneels before you to pry them open wide enough to fit his shoulders between.
âShh, lift your ass,â he quickly chants, getting comfortable between your legs as his hands pry you open, âlet me taste my favorite pussy the way I want.â His devilish mouth is on you before you can register it, hot and instantly too much. Your puffy clit is laved in licks and sucks that hit the spot just right, and every nerve end fires in a way that no one else could ever accomplish. His hums and the brilliant glint of his eyes as he watches you tear up and moan, lifting your ass closer to his face as his tongue licks and fucks your dripping pussy. He laughs when eating you out so good your eyes cross, before latching his mouth around your overstimulated nub for real, and sucking the light out of your vision.
Your legs shake before youâre clenching them around his head with a long, high-pitches whimper and a string of moans that roll through your bodyâ and Satoru just keeps going, until youâre twitching and you try to push him away. Your breathing is rapid and shallow as you blink the black spots on your vision away and loosen the grip you have on his hair, but your legs still shake as he brushes his thumb over your pussy without pity. âThatâs one. Wanna see how many more I can get you to?â
âNo,â you immediately squeak, making his smug grin grow even wider. âI wanna⊠first, wanna have you- i-inside.â Admitting it is different than thinking it. And youâve thought it, too much to count- but it still heats your cheeks and ears upon seeing the way Satoruâs lashes flutter a little, and he pushes his pants down to take his flushed cock out.
âYeah? You want your uncle Satoruâs big cock inside you?â His hand wraps around his thick length with a little hiss, sliding his hand over the swollen, dark pink tip as you watch. âSay it properly, and Iâll give it to you.â You roll onto your side to yank your shirt up over your tits, and impatiently shake your ass as you whine out a noise that barely seems to register as you. But you canât help it. The buzz from your orgasm only made your belly hotter, slicking up your legs and ass and dripping for him- as he sits up on his knees so slide his pants down further.
âSatoru~ please.â His hand moves up and down a few times as he raises a brow, and knocks away your hand when you try to touch yourself. âPlease, please, puh-lease~â Your voice cracks when you lay back instead, and knead your tit as you try to pull him closer by wrapping your legs around him. âI want to have- uncle âToruâs cock. I want to have my own uncleâs cock, I love my uncle- and I want- to be his personal pussy to use~â Tears spring up in the corners of your eyes, so you close them. âNow please just put it in. Iâve waited long enough-â
A little chuckle breaks up your begging before he kisses you deep and greedily, and suddenly the hot head of his cock pushes up against your sopping entrance. âWant it so bad you gotta cry about it? Poor baby.â He just about pushes in the slightest bit, and takes a slow breath to stare into your eyes. Pretty. So fucking pretty, all of him. âSorry I made you wait. Uncle will fill this little niece's pussy up, donât worry.â Then he pushes in with a slow press on your tummy that makes you blink back tears, as his heavy, hot cock breaks you open a little further, along with your sanity.
The smack when he bottoms out is a brief relief, before he pulls back and uses those strong legs to start really fucking into you, nose to nose. âLetting your own family fuck your greedy pussy like this, look at you. Iâm a bad influence, hm?â The weight of him, the brushing of his pelvic bone to your clit, the grip on your thigh and brushing of your tits and every brief brush of his lips over yours is enough to have that coil pull back so tight in your stomach too quickly. You dig your nails into his muscular back as each pap of his balls smacking against your slick-covered ass rings out in the room, and the white-haired man hums. âUncle Satoruâs your favorite, say it. That youâll beg for my cock until you go hoarse.â
He presses his nose to your temple, and pants against you- fucking with a rhythm thatâs taking the breath out of you. Youâre already going to cum again. âSay that you want uncle Satoruâs kids filling up your belly, ahg- go onâ mhm, that tight, t-tight fucking pussy.â
âYes, yes, I want my uncleâs cum inside! My favorite uncleâs ruining my pussy!â you squeak, and then cry out against his neck. âIâm gonna cum again, uncle âToru. G-gonna- agh-ughn- p-please donât stop.â The thrusts get even deeper if thatâs at all possible, lifting your one leg up to grind the head of his cock against your cervix with the position heâs got you in, and goes to cup your pussy. And even that slight touch is enough to have your vision going black and white, head blanking as another orgasm rolls over you and locks your leg around his hipsâ but the fucking doesnât stop even then. âAgh-mygodI-ah, ahgh-nh. Uncle Satoru.â
Itâs too much, youâre entirely too hot and sweat is rolling down your temple and his chest, but his cock still drives home over and over again like heâs willing to break you in half. You donât want him to ever stop. âHearing that filth coming out of your mouth- ugh, mhm, makes me want to keep fucking you forever. For eternity.â His waist bumps your overstimulated clit each time he bottoms out, ring of white around the base of his cock before he throws his head back and moans out your name. âYou canât ever let anyone know how much uncle Satoru loves fucking his little niece, okay? F-fuck. How much I love ruining that little attitude of yours.â
Your both knees are pushes to your shoulders as he moves up, pulling out just a second to fuck between the sloppy lips of your pussy. âBeen wanting to fuck you since you moved in. Canât help but get hard when youâre around. Bad uncle âToru, right?â The head of his cock is so swollen and flushed and dripping with your mixed juices, and he stares at you through narrowed, perfect eyes as he pushes back in and watches his cock disappear into the hot clutch of your pussy, swallowing it up like a whore. His lip is pulled between his teeth as he groans, and fucks harder and faster into you like youâre barely a toy. âBut I donât care. Uncleâs gonna fuck this pussy every day from now on. My pussy. Mine.â
You can feel him in your throat with the way he pounds your pussy until youâre raw, squeezing your throat between his long fingers as his heavy balls hit you. And his mouth covers yours, tongues back together and spit messily covering your chin by the end of it. You donât think eternity will be enough.
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Thereâs some kind of failsafe inside every human, isnât there? And yours is simply malfunctioning at the wrong times.
The woman hanging off his arm is lovely. Mina, you think it is. Sheâs smart and pretty and accomplished, and her hair has that perfect commercial shine as it bounces around her shoulders. And Satoru is laying on the sweetness thick, from what you can make out between the giggles and shiny smiles. Underneath the obnoxious shades hiding his pearly gaze from direct view as he makes quick work of scanning the beach. It sits in your stomach with an uncomfortable rumble. Even though you know⊠Itâs for show. Itâs all just for show.
You do your best not to frown when he looks back over his shoulder for a second to drag his eyes over you. âWe should play beach volleyball!â
And a soft chuckle from the person by your side agrees when you canât be bothered to. âYou got it!â The blond is smart enough to give you a softly encouraging grin that makes you feel vindicated in your exasperation, before you stick up your own thumb. You have no intention of watching Satoru leave hot handprints all over her skin. The young man beside you clearly notices your hesitation, because he smoothes a palm down your spine to straighten you up a little, before blowing out a long breath that makes you smile. âYou donât have to if you donât want to. Iâll keep him busy if youâd rather lay in the shade for a little longer.â
Kenjiâs fingers softly brush along the small of your back, then teasingly slips them under the knot of your bikini, as his mouth comes to hover over your ear. âOr we could sneak away for a little bit andâŠâ
âAnd get caught for indecent exposure?â you giggle over your shoulder instead of letting him kiss you, and grab for one of the books that had gone untouched earlier in the day to tap it on his head. âWe canât,â you breathe with a smile, and watch as he takes that as a challenge. Really, youâre not one for fighting fire with fire. Thatâs Satoruâs play, and you donât have any intention of mistreating anyone. But ⊠the adoring gazes and personal attention does make the whole ordeal a lot easier to stomach. So easy even, that youâre down in the toasty sand with him above and your chest rising and falling rapidly for a few blissful seconds, before the volleyball hits the both of you on the sides.
Your eyes snap over to the head of white hair when he clears his throat, and holds his hands up in mock apology. Serene, picture-perfect smile plastered on his handsome face. You click your tongue, and you canât hold back the angry echo of his name in your head as he walks up. âSorry, sorry, my bad! You guys coming or what?â This whole song and dance is justâ so frustrating. Despite your best effort to keep it in, a slight tick in your brow still makes its way onto your face.
âYou guys start without me,â you breathe after a few seconds of staring Satoru down, allowing Kenji to pull you up from the sand to dust you off. âIâm going to go grab the sunscreen and the coolers from the car.â Kenji makes an attempt to stand, but you wave it off in favor of putting some space between you and the tallest as his crystal eyes drill holes through you. âNo, I got it. Thanks though.â
By the time Satoruâs âgirlfriendâ walks up and slips underneath his arm, he raises a brow your way, and the glitter in his eyes makes you convinced that he knows just as well as you do. You do your best to ignore him â them, but you can still feel the sting of him appraising you through those stupid shades. Asshole. You swing your hips as you walk away, kicking up sand every time your slippers bounce up.
At least the short walk allows for a moment to cool off, and collect your thoughts. Thereâs no sense in getting fed up. Heâll just get home and start cracking jokes like always, pretending like he didnât do something wrong in the first place. Nevertheless, you allow yourself only a short sigh and admittance of defeat in the little game you play as you click the trunk closed again.
Before you turn and walk into a solid chest, almost scaring you skittering back against the hot surface of the car. Large hands descend on you, one to wrap around your waist and the other covering your mouth- before he leans down further into your space. âSo, so grumpy all the time.â Uncle Satoruâs rough handpalm slides down to grab a handful of your ass before he lowers his face to yours into a languid kiss, tongue tasting vaguely like strawberry as he drags it over yours with a hum. âStop trying to make me jealous.â
âIâmâ Iâm not! And âm not grumpy. I just donât want to see you,â you end up breathing out, wrapping your arms instinctively around his broad shoulders when those long fingers start toying with your pussy through the awfully flimsy fabric. âSatoruuu~â
His chuckle is matched with the impatient way he rubs two fingers up and down along your slit, and slides his other hand down your smooth stomach to start peeling it all off. âCall me uncle Satoru, câmon baby. You know what I like.â
You barely have a chance to place your hand over your mouth to keep quiet as he noses your bikini top out of the way to drag his pink tongue languidly over your puffy budâ and those baby blues find you through wispy, white lashes. âUncle âToru, unc-cle âRuâ Youâre gonna get us caught.â He sucks part of it into his mouth and leaves a mean mark with his teeth, before grinning.
âHmm. I donât care.â
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big bro iwa whoâs in love with making out with his lil sisterâs pussy <3
tw incest, hajime nii is a service dom, oral <33
"S-sit shtill," he's slurring into your skin, pulling you down closer with an almost painful grip on your ass. But how can you? It's physically impossible not to squirm when big brother's got his mouth locked like a vice around your clit and all the sucking and wetness coating his chin is enough to have your thighs shaking.
"Niichan, niichan, nii~chan! I'm gonna pass ouw~ t." You're whining loudly, you know you are, but- everything's hazy and your fingers are threading through his full head of hair and you can't stop yourself from sweating and rocking back against his mouth until the friction on your puffy bud becomes too damn much.
If you could open your eyes for longer than a second, you'd be able to see the intensity in Hajime's eyes, and the absolute adoration as he watches every twitch of your brow, or how you force your own finger between your teeth to shut yourself up. You'd be able to see how his hips twitch and smear precum all over the blankets while he buries himself between your legs with a low grunt. "Pass out then," he eventually breathes, letting even the puffs tingle your clit, "I'm not done."
He loves you, you know? Loves laying you down on his bed like this whenever you come over and watching you squirm to get away. But your voice breaks as you let out a desperate squeak, and your back curls off the bed with shuddering thighs. Hajime's tongue rubs over your clit again, before his fingers scissor you open further and more wetness dribbles out of your pretty pussy.
If you're not driving him crazy up the wall, you'd be doing it to someone else. A thought makes his brows furrow, as he watches you, watches the tear tracks wobble down your heated cheeks and your body twitch every time his tongue leaves the nub with a flick. "You know- uhh, ugh- why I'm doing this?"
"Mhm, a sister's pussy is for big brother," you softly mewl, and also shake, and your hands fiddle with the strands of his hair you can read.
"Not that," Hajime nii grunts, curling his fingers deeper inside you and opening wide as his tongue goes to fuck into the drooling hole with a low groan. You taste so fucking good. He'd really stay down here for hours if he could, and it ticks him off that you start getting too overstimulated and fussy after just two orgasms. "Why am I mad?"
Your whining makes way for a beat of silence, though your pussy clenches and sucks his tongue like you never want to let him go. You might pretend to be any better off than him, but you're just as twisted. A real brother fucker, getting the sheets this drenched. It almost distracts him from your little "Oh."
"Yeah. Oh." You try to right yourself onto an elbow and lift yourself from the bed, but he gets up and yanks your waist along with him so you fall back, and his biceps bulge as your legs hook over his shoulder. The sucking of your little clit has your eyelids fluttering so hard you look like you're gone. "You don't know what you're doing. Why even try to touch yourself, stupid shitty sister. This is my pussy. Mine."
"'m sorry~" you whine, and your tone says it all. You're going to cum, again, and soak his face like he wants, needs you to. Long days of work only feel earned when he can sink his fat cock into that hot, little clutch. Why don't you get that. "Ah, ah, niichan. Wan'it, wan- mh-agh, gonna cum Hajime nii~" So cute. So pretty. Your pussy's clenching against his mouth, so hot and soft on his tongue, so needy-
He lets you ride yourself against his mouth until you start wiggling, and then he clamps his lips around that little bud and sucks, hard. Until you're cumming all over him, and he places patient kisses onto your hooded nub until you stop shaking and crying. "How many times do I have to tell you? If your body feels weird, what do you do?"
"Wake up- Haj' niichan. Niichan will fix 't."
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tw. noncon/dubcon, implied yandere, forced emotional cheating, virginity, service dom, coercion/manipulation, corruption kink, size kink, creampie, service dom! tsumu, degradation and praise
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miya atsumu x fem!reader
âCome up, will ya?â he smiles, grabbing your hand and swinging the interlaced pair back and forth. You canât help but have to bite back a tiny smile at the way his rougher hand links into yours, and butterflies still erupt any time his hazel eyes find you.
âShin, I-â you sigh back, before quietly chuckling as he heaves you up onto the bleachers and tugs you along to slide in right next to the familiar face. Aran rolls his eyes, but you can tell that thereâs too much fondness in his look to seriously mind the lovey-dovey shitâ and really, you canât help it.
Any girl your age would be expected to go all heart eyes when their boyfriend looks at them that way. âHappy now?â you ask as youâre pushed between Aran and the escape to the outside fresh air, void of all the sweaty teen musk and squeaking sneakers, and Shinsuke smiles ever so slightly at the sight.
âYes, I am. Keep our long-suffering ace company for a bit while he patches up his ankle, wonât ya?â Heâs already escaping down from the stands with the knowledge that you will, because if nothing else, you love watching the guys play. Youâve loved watching Shinsuke play ever since middle school, and Aranâs expression gives you the idea that he knows this too. Because he simply shrugs, and re-wraps the ice pack a little better around that wounded ankle.
âAye aye, Captain,â you shoot back as he makes his way back to the court, and this time, he gives you that wonderfully cheeky smile that made you fall head-over-heels in the first place. âAnd you, youâre a third year. Youâre supposed to be one of the responsible ones.â You give the tall ace to your side a side-eye as he laughs full and loud, and nods.
âSorry, Mrs. Kita. It wonât happen again.â Practice continues for another half an hour in peace, as you joke around with your boyfriendâs best friend for a while, tossing the occasional stray ball back onto the court, but mainly, just watching the guys play. You didnât use to have such a love for the sport. When you were a ball-girl back in middle school, you only did it because it was an easy extra grade on your report card, and kept you sort of busy during hours you wouldnât have anything else to do.
But now, sometimes it seems as much your life blood as it is theirs. You probably wouldnât have developed such a crush on the quiet, well-spoken boy with the fluffy tufts of hair that flopped about if you hadnât kept with it, wouldnât have dated him, wouldnât have laid in the dark talking about what your life together might look like. Watched Shin grow into the person he is today.
You smile and wave as Shinsuke looks up at you yet again and throws back a wink, and a few of the guys follow his gaze. Familiar lazy gazes of differing shades of brown. But they stay quiet, for now, and the team captain claps his hands to call for a break. And the lankiest of your middle blockers groans and reaches for a bench too quickly, as everyone disperses. Aran makes his way down the stands for the toilet, Ginjima follows suit, and your boyfriend goes through the trouble to start collecting the balls with the same single-minded focus he always has while practicing. But before you can so much as manage to make it down the stairs to help him out, a familiar figure comes up beside you.
âCaptainâs got it, I think,â Atsumu smiles as he comes to walk beside you, not the slightest bit winded despite having jogged up to you after an hour of intensive trainingâ and blinks down at you with the self-assured grin youâve come to expect of the star setter. âYer still cominâ to our practices, huh?â
âYes, Miya. Believe it or not, I actually like watching you guys play, âm not just here to waste time and gawk.â
âWhoa, doll,â the blond isnât fazed, and simply throws up his hands in mock-defense, âI wouldnât dare question the validity of yer visits. I mean, ya brighten up the place, really.â The comfortable way he swings an arm over your shoulder and leans in a little isnât too far out of how he usually acts, and you do know that Atsumuâs pretty damn touchy with everyone. But his smile, and the way his eyes flick down your face with an almost grating intensityâ will never stop feeling flirty- and therefore- inappropriate. Though you try to find something fitting to say, heâs already running his mouth again before you get the chance to.
âWould be even better if yaâd put on a shirt with my name on it and took some cheer classes,â he gloats, and the way he walks leaned into you keeps his face much too close to yours as you go to frown at him, âbet yaâd really suit the Inarizaki colors when you glare like that.â It sets you off, and he knows it does, because heâs dodging the way you go to swing at his arm with a chuckle before you get to, and catches your fist in his hand to squeeze it a little. âHah, always so mean to me. Getting predictable, pretty girl.â
Your bottom lip is sucked to slot between your teeth, and you roll your eyes, shrugging off the other hand that he tried to ruffle through your hair. âYouâre exhausting.â
âSure is,â Shinsuke suddenly mumbles, tossing a ball at the setter that he manages to catch, before raising a brow. âThatâs my girlfriend, Atsumu. If you would, please.â
âYa got it, Capân. Of course,â he chants back with a sing-song-y voice, but his thumb still rubs another few circles into the soft skin of your hand before he goes to annoy Osamu and Suna instead. It sends a cold shiver down your spine, but heâs pulling away before you have the chance to really acknowledge the touch. And if Kita has any concerns about what he just saw, you sure as hell canât tell, when he pulls you close and places a loving kiss between your brows. But you still have to force yourself to ignore the way Atsumu gives you a once over and -if you didnât know the guy better than that- undresses you with his eyes.
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Graduation should feel a little bittersweet, you guess. The party isnât too wild, considering, but itâs still loud and a little over the topâ so you confine yourself to the area further away from the pounding music and sip reasonably mild drinks while the rest of the team and their plus-ones take their best attempt at rattling Sunaâs house off itsâ foundations. Itâs warm for a spring night, and sweat sticks to the back of your neck and chest from the earlier forced dancing you were pulled into. But now the pool table has been abandoned for the garden, and you take the few quiet moments to breathe.
Most of the guys will be moving on to professional level, a few of them to university, and another few have jobs lined up. Just last year, Shinsuke moved back out to the countryside, and Aran to Tokyo; and while youâve all tried to keep up communications, distance really does play a big part in it. And now itâs all your turns⊠Itâll be safe to say you wonât see some of them again much in just a few quick months. The thought already fills you with a strange sort of nostalgia. You donât get too much rest though, because a flash of blonde followed by an equally handsome, dark-haired copy filter back into the house. Atsumu brightens a little when he spots you, lazy eyes sharper and more calculating in the low light of the house. Of course he does, he seems to have a strange fascination with annoying you to bits.
âWell, pretty girl, âve ya been abandoned by yer human defense robot?â His handsome face paints on a grin, with slightly rosy cheeks and ears, that almost makes him look a few years younger. Almost makes him look innocent. You know better though, and swallow down the want to give back some snarky comment that would surely have you in a battle of wits until someone puts a stop to it. And his twin⊠isnât that person. You wonder how much heâs had to drink. Not that youâre doing much better, anyway. You can feel the buzz in your blood and the heat on your face.
Osamuâs hair is messy and fluffier than usual, probably courtesy of the girlfriend he brought andâ with a quick glance around the roomâ has been left on her lonesome somewhere in the partying group outside. You pity her just a little bit, but it doesnât exactly surprise you that the Miya twins arenât the most consistent with their affections. The guys started having groupies all the way back in freshman year, and the years have only built upon that fame. The darker haired of the two puts a fist into Atsumuâs shoulder, before crossing his arms. âThatâs our last Captain yer talkinâ about, stupid Tsumu. Show some respect.â
âAw, Samu. Iâm sorry, alright.â
You smile softly, and nod your head towards the door. âNot abandoned. He stepped out for a minute for a smoke,â you cut them off, knowing full well they could continue their bickering for hours if left to it. Itâs not like you donât like the twins. Theyâre obnoxious, and boisterous and hyper at the best of times, but theyâre insanely talented too. You would like them, if not forâ Atsumu feeling too comfortable hanging his arm over your shoulder to pull you in for a hug, heavy cologne mixed with a scent that is distinctly more him enveloping you as you freeze up. âMiya-â
ââS gonna be weird without everyone âround, huh? Iâll miss âem,â he lowers his voice as he keeps your face into his chest, and simply out of a desire not to feel too awkward, you allow your arms to wrap loosely around his back. You give a little motion to be let out of the hug to nod, and smooth your hands down your pants.
âYeah, me too.â
Thereâs a sort of glint in Atsumuâs eyes that seems like tenderness as he pats your shoulder, then smiles. âWell, aâleast youâll know me.â Your expression must give away your confusion, because he continues. âYer goinâ to Tokyo uni, Iâm goinâ to Tokyo to check out some of the teams there. Itâll be good. Donât tell me yer just gonna ignore me when weâre gonna live so close together.â
You donât think it over- Shinsuke mustâve told him. As the buzz washes over you and the music picks up outside, Atsumuâs large hands find your shoulders and he turns you around towards Osamu, who has already poured three large shots. âOh, I donât-â
âCome on~ for prosperity,â Osamu chants, his hand finding yours to unfurl it and place one of the large shot glasses in your hand. And Atsumu nods behind you, basically glittering from excitement. Youâre normally a bit more -standoffish, by necessity- but the atmosphere of the night is light. And Tsumuâs hand on your lower back as he pushes you towards one of the chairs and sits you down is nice; even if you only realize a second or two after that heâs sat below you.
âYa owe me a couple cheers at least,â Atsumu basically coos into your neck as he taps his own glass to yours. ââSides, I think Shin went ta go drop off some of the other guys, no need ta wait up for âem. Right Samu?â
âThatâs what I heard, Tsumu.â
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You donât expect university to be the thing that breaks you, but the distance, the lack of communication, of supportâ all drag on you. You and Shin both promised to make it work, but heâs busy a lot. The farm keeps him occupied. At least- thatâs what you have to assume when most of your messages get read and not answered. It isnât like Shin, but then again, you suppose itâs a growing period. Itâs natural.
More surprising than that is that through it all, Atsumu is there a lot more than you expected. The giant, prestigious sport center where he trains isnât too far from your campus, but he still goes out of his way to swing by whenever he can to keep you company, which isnât so self explanatory as you had hoped it would be. Itâs not that you donât make friends, or canât make friends, itâs just that- after a few weeks- they just seem to vanish off of the face of the earth. Like they were never even there to begin with. You even catch some people purposefully avoiding you on campus as the year goes on.
But the workloads are heavy, and hard, so you sadly donât have enough time in a day to worry about it as much as you would like to. You still have Atsumu, at least, and as much as you wouldnât have wanted to admit it shy of a few months ago, his persistence about wanting to be by your side does slowly have you bending just a little.
âI swear it, cross ma little heart,â the blonde dramatically says while walking the grounds with you- on his free day- âam I not the best goddamn setter in the prefecture? What choice is there?â He runs a hand through his hair, then looks over at you to pout. âMake me feel better, câmon.â Before you can really analyze the moment or how he looks at you with those warm brown eyes and too much fondness, his hand wraps around yours, slipping his fingers between yours with a strange determination.
You stop walking, and your school bag hits your thigh hard because of the abrupt stop. âAtsumu.â Youâve had this conversation with him about a million times. You are with Shinsuke. You have been with Shinsuke since middle school, and though dealing with the distance is hard right now, you promised to try. And he says he understands, and youâre making a big deal out of nothingâ but it sure doesnât seem like he does. âI am d-dating Sh-â
âYa keep sayinâ yer dating, but where is yer boyfriend? Didnât ya say he hasnât been responding to yer messages?â Though he tries to keep his voice down, he doesnât let go of your hand, and stares like heâll burn holes through the shape of you. âAinât that proof enough?â
âI know Shinsuke, and you know Shinsuke. If he wanted to break up, he would say it.â You puff your chest out a little, and swallow, trying to untangle your hands from his grip. âHeâs busy, and this is a transition period for us both, and I just- I want to make it work.â Atsumu seems to cling on for a second longer with a slight kink in his brow, but then he lets go and sighs, rubbing his hands back and forth through his lighter blonde hair with a groan.
âFineâ fine! If ya gotta hear âim say itâŠâ
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The irony tastes bitter. It stings with every swallow, really.
âI think itâs not working out. Iâm sorry. We should break up.â
Youâre staring at the message for the nth time this evening, burying yourself in your cocoon of blankets and an almost empty back of chips yet again. You mustâve breathed it into existence, right? Thereâs no way around the timing of the message, and the sick way it churns in your stomach. Youâre halfway towards another crying fit when Atsumu plops himself down onto your bed and grimaces. âPut that down,â he mumbles, snatching the phone out of your hand despite your glare, âyouâve been cryinâ all fucking evening. You really wanna do more of that?â
âI didnât ask you to come over,â your voice is a murmur, pinched and sad and tiny, because who wouldnât be heartbroken at a moment like this. âYou just invited yourself in, which- hck- is the worst timing youâve ever had.â
âBut yer glad Iâm here. I know ya are.â Whatever. Maybe youâre a little glad for the company, but Atsumuâs flavor of bluntness is really doing a number on you. Instead you reach for a tissue and blow your nose again, and try not to cry yourself to death. âHe didnât treat ya right anyway, donât lie tâ yerself. Hey- look- look at me, câmon,â his hands are on your face as he tugs it towards him and stares too deep into your eyes, brushing his thumbs along your cheekbones. âNo more cryinâ about yer shitty high school crush. Not while Iâm here, and Iâm yer amazing, incredible support system that yer so very grateful for-â He breaks off in laughter when you have to bite a chuckle back despite your heartache, and try to pull your face out of his touch.
But he lingers, and leans in a little. âWhat? Am I wrong?â
âYouâre not wrong, and I- Iâm glad youâre here-â It isnât a lie, but heâs still leaning in, and his face is growing awfully close and itâs- itâs too soonâ and you shrink into your cocoon and look away in an attempt to save the situation. Shin broke up with you hours ago. âAtsumu-â you start, only to be cut off as he tugs the blankets down somewhat harshly, and clicks his tongue.
âStop runninâ. Yer always doing this crap, IâmâŠâ He sighs, and tries to coach you back out with thinly veiled patience. âAm I really so bad to ya? Hm?â
âOf course youâre not.â
He sits back, before patting his lap, and looks at you. In the last light of the sun that falls through your window heâs cast in the prettiest oranges and pinks, and looks almost ethereal to the world. Youâre not blind. That was never in question. âCome here.â Despite being conflicted, thereâs a glint in his eye that worries you. That if you were to disagree, heâd leave. And youâre not sure you could handle that right about now. As he leads you out of the blankets you notice how cold your room is in just a shirt and some ugly shorts, and Atsumu mumbles something under his breath. âYa werenât this shy at graduation, yâknow.â
Your frown digs into your face, but his hands settle on your hips as he pulls you in and pushes you down into his lap with a soft hum. âWhat do you mean- graduation?â
âJust settle down, will ya? Jeez.â Warm hands that slide to the small of your back to force you ever so close to him, your heart basically stuttering out of your ribcage. âAlways so damn skittish âround me.â You always wondered a little, truthfully. If the way Atsumuâs touches would linger on you was something to worry about, keep an eye on. If you should have been more careful about setting boundaries- and how he looks at you now, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he gives you an up and down⊠it says enough. Too much, even.
And though you admit that your heart is pattering like a hummingbird, thereâs a much larger issue here. You love Shinsuke, you want- Shinsuke, p-promised youâd make it work for himâ and it's barely been a few hours. You canât, so you try to find the words to say; but the blond leans down to start pressing kisses down the side of your neck with a soft chuckle. His arms wrap tightly around your back, even though you place a hand on his chest and shake your head. âTsumu, no. We canât, I- canât, let go.â
The noise he makes into the kisses trembles through your skin and seems to reach bone, before he squeezes a little harder to keep you slotted against him. âYer so pretty, baby. Always were so fuckinâ pretty,â he goes from keeping you in his lap to slowly pushing you back in bed, sending your breathing into shallow spikes.
âTsumu, cut it out!â
âI know yer nervous,â his pretty brown eyes are blown out when he pushes you down by your shoulders and youâre buried in your blankets, before he descends on your throat and chest again, kissing and leaving biting nicks, âdidnât do nothinâ like this before right? Know ya were waitinâ- but I got ya now. Relax, Iâll make ya feel good. Promise.â The idea that Tsumu knows something so personal about you doesnât even cross your mindâ though it should, more than the way his weight and size locks you in place under his strong, athletic body.
âNo, no, I- Shin just broke up with me- and I-â
His expression darkens, eyes narrowing a little as he comes to hover over you, one hand brushing your cheek as the other wraps tight around your wrist. âDonât say another manâs name when I got ya under me.â He takes a long breath, before descending on you, mouth to mouth, and then pushing his tongue into your mouth too hard for you to keep him out. You try to call his name, but he kisses you without regard, uncaring as he grips your face and makes a noise of agreement when you relax your jaw out of sheer necessity. âYaâve got no idea how long Iâve wanted ya, doll. Really, hah.â
His hand slides down your chest to start picking the shirt up your body, and though your rapidly rising and falling chest is exposed, his eyes stay sharp on you, and you canât help but choke on your cries. He doesnât look right. His eyes are wide and so sharp, mouth slightly curled as he forces your both wrists next to your head. âThought I was gonna have ta kill âim for you ta finally give in, but-â He kisses you again, before the hand gripping your face snakes down between your bodies to grab your tits through your shirt as he repositions his thighs to lock your lower half in place under him. âYer gonna be a good little thing for me, ainât ya?â
âTsumu,â you squeak, fisting your hands into his shirt by his shoulders, but it only makes him groan in response. âLet me go, I want-â
âYou donât know what ya want.â He takes a deep breath, before slipping his hands under the garment and brushing his thumb over your raised nipples, peeked from the cold air. âBut I do. âN Iâm gonna make ya beg for me so fuckinâ good.â He lets you go for a moment to take your shirt off with rough tugs, before staring again. âSee, Samu said I should give it a rest. But how can I, when I knew youâd be the prettiest little virgin cunt ever? Hm?â He licks his lips, before leaning down to start kissing all over your tits, sucking and tugging at your nipples with noises that make you grow from the inside. A cold shiver rolls down your spine, and you find yourself pulling his hair despite yourself. Because it feels good, and heat pools low in your belly.
âTell me ya want it. Tell me ya want me.â The fire that seems to glint behind his eyes takes you aback, and you try to scramble from under him, but heâs back over you before you get a chance to. Gripping your face and forcing you into another kiss, the taste of his tongue on yours, deep and heavy. âPeople here hate ya, donât ya know that? Think yer a real bitch. Thatâs why no one wants to be yer friend.â He rests his forehead to yours, so that youâre basically breathing each otherâs air, and hums. His free hand starts taking off the sweats heâs wearing in a smooth motion, leaving him hard in just boxers. âBut Iâve been âere for you.â Another kiss. âIâm good to ya, too.â
The room is so hot, and your brain completely thrown off with the mix of all emotions youâve felt in these short few hours; and it has you all fucked up. Tsumu must know this, but he doesnât care. And you take a few panted breaths, looking between your two bodies at the was your tits brush up against him each time you moveâ heâs so close. âSo say you want it, or Iâm leavinâ.â
âI want it.â Your voice shakes as it comes out, eyes stinging, head floatyâ it barely feels like you said anything at all. âI want you.â He takes that as all he needs before grinning, kissing your temple and shuffling off you to shove his boxers down his thighs, before grabbing himself by the base and stroking a few lazy pumps along himself.
âHere, kiss it,â he nods his head towards it, helping you up and then right back down so youâre on your hands and knees. Youâre getting wet. Sadly, you didnât exactly think to put on any nice panties, but Tsumu doesnât care as he makes you lean in and down until you can rest your lips to his cock, and he makes another noise. âI know itâs kinda bad but- Iâve been wanting ta fuck yer face for years now. Put- yer tongue out.â The admission only makes you feel more hot and hazy, and you do as youâre told. âAhh, mhm.â He tastes weird when he pushes the glossy head to your tongue, translucent precum coating your tongue, but he takes a few more pumps, then pushes you back over.
âBut not now, I wanna fuck you first. Yer gonna let me fuck your tight, little cunt, right?â The plush in your face doesnât hide the heat as it floods to your face, your belly, down your legsâ and he manhandles your legs up to start peeling off your shorts and panties. You can feel the strings of slick as they connect your wet pussy and the fabric, and hide your face into your shoulder before he groans your name again. âYer so fuckinâ wet, look atcha. Already a little cock tease, and I havenât even done nothinâ yet.â Your hot, puffy pussy is revealed, and he swipes two fingers out to circle around the wet hole without hesitation, only pulling back to slot the digits in his mouth. He shrugs his shirt off and tosses it next to the bed, then comes to kiss you again.
âYa taste that? Thatâs yer pussy gushinâ like a whore for me. Only me.â He kisses like heâs got something to prove, taking your mouth up until all you can think of is him, and the places where your skin seems to zap under his rough hands. Each touch leaving you more breathless than the next. And youâre forced to just nod along and abide, because you couldnât ask for what you need if you tried. He plays with your tits while pushing first one prodding digit in, but soon pushes up with two. âGotta- prep this little hole before I fill you up, right? Thatâd be the nice thing to do. Even though ya havenât been very nice to me, babe.â
ââm sorry- Tsumu-â you hold back a whimpering moan as he squeezes your tits hard and flicks your nipples, and his fingers slowly push into you. The wetness dripping down your slit and along your inner thighs is hot, and your body curves instinctively as he slowly slides in and out a few times, while the man above you chuckles.
âNo, you ainât, little minx.â His grin is still wide though, hiking your one leg higher to get a better look at the way your greedy pussy swallows up his long fingers and he fucks you open so easily. âSâokay tho, I forgive ya. âCus Iâm gonna get to fuck this pretty pussy first.â The slick sounds fill the room and sound so, so loud, and lewd, and yet, thereâs still more noise coming from your throat as he goes deeper again and his thumb finds your puffy clit with a little hum. âUhuh, that feel good? Look at you enjoying this. Didnât you want me ta stop? Huh?â
âHm,â you just answer, grabbing your own chest with one hand, his arm with the other. Heâs so much bigger than you like this, so muscular and intimidating. You look between your bodies to watch his fingers bottom out, and though the stretch is a little uncomfortable, itâs mostly just really, really good, filling your head with fog. Tsumuâs thick cock twitches between his legs, and he leans in to kiss you again. This time pulling his hand back to slide it into your mouth instead, making you gag when his fingers hit the back of your throat. You taste heady, a little musky, and lick your lips for the thin thread of spit when he pulls back.
âAlright, say thank you, Tsumu.â
â-thank you, Tsum-â you parrot, and also freeze under him when he goes to reposition himself and his cock head pushes at your sloppy, wet slit. âWait- condom-â
âShhh, just relax. If you freak out itâll hurt ya.â He places one elbow next to your head, and lines himself up better, before starting to push into you already, and your leg jerks. Heâs really big. Too big, you think, trying to take a deep breath as he starts breaking open your slick walls and slowly moving back and forth through it. âAghh, thatâs- it, thatâs it, thatsithatsit-â He moans loudly, pushing your cheek up and kissing you back long and deep, tongues messily tangling and tasting each other, bumping noses as he fucks in, and in, and in. It pulls every thought out of you, every fiber filled with electricity. The tightness is painful, but you donât want him to pull back, and judging by the way he groans into your mouth, he wonât anyway.
âYouâre crazy if you think Iâm fucking my tiny virgin cunt with a condom,â he pants when pulling back, eyes blown wide. His hand pushes your knee up more to stare at where youâre connected, before pulling back halfway and fucking back in, and the pressure on your womb and belly is enough to have you whining out so loud it barely sounds human. âThat good, huh?â He bottoms out again, feels so fucking deep inside you that you can feel him high up in yourself bumping against your walls, and it feels so good, so, so good your toes curl and your knees lock around him.
âFuck,â you can just barely gasp, before he pumps into you again, and starts really grinding himself into you. Slick drips out of you with each thrust, and makes the bed rattle under his weight. His hair sticks matt to his forehead, his lip pulled between his teeth, and the wet slapping of his hips meeting your skin is so distracting. Everything aches. Everything feels so good. You can barely even feel the sting anymore, jerking on his cock like you are. âTsumu, I-â
âGonâ have ta wait, princess,â he suddenly chokes, âyer clamping down on me like crazyâ fuck.â He lifts one knee to push your legs open more, and then just shakes his head as he starts speeding up. âOh, fuck it, gonna fill you up first. So fuckinâ tight, god, fuck-â The heavy thrusts go more sloppy, rapid as he chases his own orgasm and squeezes your thigh hard, yanking your teary cheeks back towards him as you pant to slide a finger between your lips and dropping a glob of his own spit into your mouth like itâs normal. Groaning into your mouth, and fucking his fat cock so deep into you you see stars. âOne experience at a time, right?â
âAh, Tsumu- p-please, fuck-me more, more, touch- more.â Your head rolls back as he pulls your hips back into him again and again, before suddenly locking up, and feeling how hot ropes of cum fill you up and he pants out your name in between a string of swears that all melt into a long growled moan as he stills. Only for a second though, because heâs quick to pull out and roll you back so that your knees are by your head, and heâs on top of you. He strokes his cock a few times, watching the last of the strings of thick cum land between your thighs. âTsumu-â you pant, and take a breath, and pout- all at once. Because he stares at the way his cum comes out of your sloppy hole, before pushing it back inside. âUghn-â
âOh, donât worry, baby. Iâm not done. Not even close.â He spits onto his hand before bringing two fingers back to your pussy, and his thumb over your needy, puffy bud. And you jerk, blinks stuttering as you moan high and needy. Canât help it. âYer gonna wish I was done with ya long before I let ya out of this bed. Iâm not done playing with my pussy.â
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quick drabble of some stray jealous twins thought
tw incest, jealousy and a bratty little sister
âYouâve got a sparkle in your eye when you look at me,â heâs laughing, smile glittering as he stares down his nose at you with the closeness - and heat dusts over your nose and cheeks.
âI do not.â Your back is still resting against the pole, but itâs less out of casualness than it was when you first propped yourself up against it. Now it serves to keep you upright, as the handsome older boy leans in.
âYou really, really do though,â his hair gets ruffled by the warm breeze, and makes him look even more effortlessly attractive, ââs almost like youâre a little happy to be hanging out with me after all.â
You click your tongue, brush your hair over your shoulder and start walking again, and he follows behind with his motorbike beside him. âYouâre seeinâ things, Kei-kun~ Iâm sure I donât know what yer talkinâ about.â
âIâm entirely sure you do know.â Heâs fun, and easy to talk to, and while you might not know him well enough to say you like him, you could surely get the butterflies in your stomach if this went on any longer. Almost as if knowing thatâs what youâre thinking, his hand reaches out to brush against yours, fingers just about linking. âSayââ
Whatever would follow is cut off when a gruff voice calls your name with a very obvious scowl, and your eyes shoot up the rest of the road to make your eyebrows travel high on your forehead. Osamuâs got his marked hat pulled low over his eyes, but arms crossed. âWeâre having dinner. Home, now.â Thereâs no please and thank you with the glare he gives the both of you, and Keitaro straightens up to wave.
âYo, Miya.â
It makes your big brotherâs jaw clench, before he lets out a slow âyoâ back â completely forced. And when his eyes find yours, your shoulders go up a few inches in slight shame at being caught so openly. Youâre still a few blocks from his apartment, so that must mean he came out looking for you. That must mean heâs already in a sour mood. âGet going,â he basically barks out at you then, and glares when you slink away a few steps.
âIâll see you.â You quickly whisper. But despite the miserable attempt at playing it off, Keitaroâs quicker than youâd like; and his long frame bends to place a peck on your cheek. Mostly just being cheeky, you know. Your big brothersâ protectiveness is hardly a secret, and he seems like the type to poke â but that harmless fun has your cheeks going even hotter when he smiles down at you, adding in a whisper.
âThe meanie, older Miya twins donât scare me,â his eyes shine when meeting yours, before he gets onto his bike and revs his engine. âIâll call you later.â As he drives off, your toes curl in your shoes, and you stare resolutely at the floor. Face no doubt glowing.
Your lips shake, as you cast a quick glance through thick lashes. Samuâs got you by your shoulder before you can even say anything, cool exterior cracking just barely as he starts walking and a vein in his temple thumps. âWait, niichan~ It wasnât me, I was just playinâ around! It- I wasnât even that into him like that-â
âWalk properly,â he breathes out, and his eyes narrow when you just oblige. You shouldnât have been messing around, but they keep your collar so tight. Itâs hard not to get fed up after a while. When youâre mostly out of sight of the main street and the sun sinks behind the houses, he finally pushes you the last stretch home and lets go of the almost painful grip of your arm. âThat the type ta get ya goinâ?â His biceps almost tear out of his shirt when he cages you against the door and crosses his arms again. âThat whatâya like?â
âI was just entertaining myself on the walk home, sâall. Sâno crime, niichan.â Youâre pouting, canât help it.
He leans you up against the house then, leg slotting between your thighs and shoulders pinning you in place. He forces his mouth to yours until you have no choice but to bend into him, where your hands rest on his chest. âMh-nii- dan-â The kiss doesnât stop, only deepens until his tongue is in your mouth and youâre tasting him. Though you do your best to pull away, his tongue rubs into yours as long as he likes and until his satisfied grunt sounds as he pulls back.
The door to the apartment opens up, and familiar caramel eyes find the both of you. The cooler grey ones appraise you from under the hat when wiping your spit from his lips, and picks you back up by the scruff of your neck. âShitty âmouto kissed âim. I got mad.â
If you couldnât see the slight twitch in the blondâs face, you could almost kid yourself into thinking heâd stay impartial. But his voice is too low, and his eyes too sharp. âYa kissed that dirty neighborhood tramp?â Atsumuâs lip lifts with disgust, before turning to his twin. âAnâ ya said youâd let me play with âer first. I just got back to Hyogo, Samu.â
Youâre quick to ball your fists and glare at the darker haired one. âDidnât kiss anyone except you, stupid niisan. Let go of me, youâre so annoying.â
âAinât happeningâwhat do we do with the dude?â
Atsumu reaches out his hand as he pushes himself against the doorframe. âHand âer over.â He clicks his tongue in annoyance, and pulls you straight into his chest when you try to fight against it. Strong, work-worn hands pull your face up to his as he stares you down, and then sighs. âWe could always kill âim.â
âKilling âim sounds good right about now, Tsumu.â
âDoesnât it, Samu?â
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congratulations on your 15k milestone fairy!!!! iâm such a fan of every single one of ur fics, Iâve been here ever since u started publishing mirror and indelible and itâs been such an amazing ride!!! ur the best fairy, hope u reach 150k now âĄÂŽïœ„áŽïœ„`âĄ
for the event maybe could u make megumi + stepcest? make it as dark as u wish haha <3~
:<<< I have a very sad kitty image that I wanna put in here but I canât buT iMMMM Big emOtional yOUre so swEEETTTT
tw (step)cest, jealousy, manipulation
Megumi knows he has you wrapped around his finger. Itâs not particularly hard to see in the first place, watching you âhmmâ and gawk each time you do as he asks. He doesnât think that youâre stupid, but you are naive, and just like the lot of them - you didnât get enough attention from daddy. Ever since Tsumiki moved out, youâve become even more clingy, sticky and pushy with your affection.
âYou know thatâs not going to stop me, right?â He asks, and watches how your big eyes flutter up at him like youâre trying to take a shutter the sight and print it into your brain. It takes a few seconds for your pout to appear, and heat to start prickling on the tip of your nose and ears.
ââM not trying to stop you,â the hands you had wrapped around your tits to protect your modesty drop, as you glance down and step out of your panties too. âItâs cold in here, niichan~â
Megumi clicks his tongue, before putting the toothbrush back into the glass. He can do that later. âThen get into the bath already, shitty sister. I donât know why youâre twirling around here in the first place.â He canât help the snappy tone when it comes to you, truly, he does try. But the meaner he is, the softer you become. And howâs a man supposed to ignore your glittering puppy-dog eyes? He truly canât.
âAre you getting in too?â you patiently ask, sliding into the hot water with slightly wobbly legs, like youâre a baby fawn taking its first steps. Megumi never really felt called to be a protector⊠but you are something else entirely.
His answer comes before the thought. âOf course I am. Move over.â You do, and he strips down and gets in like he says - but instead of any of this calming his hard-on, heâs only getting harder when your skin slides up against his and you sway the water when you get comfortable against his chest, dropping your head back onto his shoulder. âGotta clean you up. Move your arms.â And his hands follow, kneading the soft skin of your tits with slightly rough touches.
âNii nii?â He responds with only a hum, and runs his hands down your body a few times to slide your legs apart so he can fit a hand in between and trail his fingers over your pussy, putting more pressure on your covered clit until you start to melt against him a little. After a few soft gasps, you turn your face to hide against his throat. âDid you use to take baths with Tsumiki neechan too?â Your voice is too soft to make out any true undertone, but he still feels a slight smile tug at his mouth corners.
âHah?â Of course he didnât. While he appreciates both your older sister, heâs pretty sure she would have killed him if he had tried. She might still kill him if she finds out what dirty thoughts heâs put into your head now, too. Only you could be doe-eyed and obedient enough to let your big brother trick you into playing with your tits and pussy after hours. He pinches your clit between thumb and pointer until you squeak, and it sends you slipping down and out of his touch with a frown.
ââGumi niichan~ That hurts!â Your bottom lip wobbles as you stare at him, and more heat starts collecting on your cheeks until you look all flushed and drowsy and a little bit too distracted.
âThatâs what you get for asking stupid questions.â He keeps your eyes for a second, before you finally look away in embarrassment and run a hand over your eyes. But when you try to get up, he pulls you back down into him and sloshing the water around more. âHey, what- are you jealous?â
âNo, âm not jealous!â Youâre convincing exactly no one. And his grip on your wrist stays even though you try to wrong loose, before you eventually give up and you blink away tears. âGod, let go, niichan. I donât like you.â He takes hold of your head and pulls you closer until youâre nose to nose and heâs unable to keep the slight smile from showing up on his face.
âGimme one kiss, câmon.â You give him the saddest, most pitiful peck - before he leans in more and squeezes your face. âA proper kiss.â Those long lashes almost brush his when you look up at him and suck your bottom lip. But be it wanting to be done quicker, or actual want, you go back in and let him capture your mouth with his until he can push his tongue between your lips and force them open. Until youâre relaxing against his hold on you and your tits get pressed to his chest - slumped against the naked body of your own big brother.
After a bit of letting you kiss him back, he taps your cheek. âGet onto your knees, we gotta clean me too. You do it so well with that pretty mouth, right?â
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CONGRATS ON 15K ! >0< As for the event can I maybe ask for a bully drabble with Sukuna? With stuff like dub-con, size kink, corruption and just him being a meanie overall ! â€ïž
yESSS ofc thank you sweet pea
tw âbullyingâ, hard dom, noncon, spit
When the heavy impact of a hand lands again on your already swelling, tingling cheek, you know that Sukuna doesnât actually care about you. You knew that before this moment, but being locked up in the house behind the perfect veneer of shojiâ it almost tricks you into believing it. When youâre showered in beaded necklaces and softer bedding than any of the other attendants. It almost makes you forget that you and every other pretty girl were stolen from under your families care and fed to the beast before you.
His rough fingers wind around your jaw and force you back up, to reveal the tears welling up in your eyes and the wobbling lip. You wish you could hide it, but the mere fact that heâs seen you bleed once means he knows how to do it again. He wonât wait for an opportunity.
âCome, come, youâre not crying already, are you?â the deep baritone sounds, as he yanks your face side to side to inspect the damage heâs done. âYouâve really got nothing better to give than to just cry and moan. Pathetic little girl.â You donât bother to cover up when he drops your face from his hand, instead stretching his fingers out and standing back to tower you- before he places a foot on your bare back to force you back to the floor, face to the knotted wood.
Then he spits cleanly next to your face, and grins. âLick it up.â Your muscles squeeze until the tears spill, cold and embarrassed on the floor- but you do. Of course you do. Youâve been hit for less. Youâve been threatened for less. You just want to go back to your room. The sooner you allow the slightly warm spit to touch your tongue, resisting the urge to shudder, you can. When the master crouches around your head again, he lowers a hand to your crown, and softly pets up and down.
Only a few times, softly, before he smiles wide. âA little bit more, thatâs it,â he chuckles, and shamefully, you can feel the effect. Even the slight touch to your temple, brushing away a strand of hair is enough to rob you of your agency. And Sukuna knows it. Because pressing you down a little harder, his gaze goes down your body until heâs pulling at the tie of your kimono and unceremoniously shoves it open. âArenât you just a nice bag of meat⊠Do you know what I could do to you?â
Your voice is pitched as you turn your other cheek to the floor instead, and stare at the art gracefully perched on the shrine. It wobbles, and a shiver runs down your spine anyway as those sharp nails dig into the softness of your thighs and pull them apart to inspect you like a piece of meat. Itâs humiliating. âYes, Sukuna-sama.â
âHow easy it would be to pull your spine out from your body,â he makes no haste in kneeling behind you and spreading your legs either side, before pulling your hips up onto his lap to trail lazy fingers over you slit, âslice your head clean off and leave it as a present for the other girls. Would you like that?â His fingers catch purposefully on your pussy lips before gliding away, and leaves your body in a horrible state of confusion.
It would be better if he just got it over with. Instead he makes you want, long and beg - and your cunt clenches around nothing as you bite your lip and try to focus on anything else. âN-no, I wouldnât.â The removing of robes happens too slow, and you donât have to watch to feel the enormous heat that surges from him. Your body wiggles in his lap until youâre almost forcing yourself back into him. Get on with it, you want to say.
The deep, sadistic laugh that fills the room doesnât scare you anymore. Boredom is a far worse crime than amusing him. âThatâs good, sit back. How does it feel to be in a Godâs presence?â Without any warnings, the sharpness of nails pull down as he moves up and takes you along with him, and the head of his cock starts to push at your entrance too tight already. You can only breathe in long and deep, before you have to grind yourself back onto him to spread the slick around.
âSukuna-sama⊠I- gh-â Itâs no use. âM-master- mas-ter, I ca- âm still sore.â He forces you against him as he pushes in and fills you a few inches at a time, but spreads you way too thin, to the point where your hips start to hurt from the pressure. Every few breaths the massive cock head invades even deeper, and if your eyes werenât closed youâd think theyâd pop out of your head. It hurts. It really hurts so much- each and every inch he forces into you by pulling you back by your arms.
Like youâre just a limp cushion for him to fuck. Like youâll take it- and you will. âDoes it feel good, little girl?â He asks in between slowly pulling you back and tearing your head up from the floor by your hair- to watch you struggle and cry, trying to hold back you whimpers. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. You canât stop yourself from shaking your head and squeezing your nails back into his arm, ignoring the heat and wetness between your legs. He doesnât ask because he cares. You know that. âTell me how much it hurts.â
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ââ â ! â MAGNESIUM
tw. noncon, blood, branding/marking, some pretty egregious dirty talk and degradation, threats, mirror sex, horror elements, knife play, manipulation, murder, little bit of gore, there be a dead body in here somewhere
wordcount. 6.3k
a/n. ⥠commissioned by a lovely lovely person whomst im so grateful for ⥠i reallyyy liked writing sakusa a lot so i hope you like it and it is what you hAd IN MINDDD!! this was such a fun commission thank yoUU a ton seriously! mwUah âĄâĄâĄ i hopeee you enjoy!!! kiSsES once again a million million kisses to everyone who helped read through it when i was struggling you're the bestest ilY
sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader
Itâs almost impossible to believe that everything led up to - this. Youâre slumped against the car door in the back, and though youâre not knocked out, you sort of wish you were. Instead you have to feel the hard glare Kiyoomi sends you through the rear view mirror each time his eyes flick up as he reverses out of the street. Thereâs tension so thick that you canât just cut it, but itâs troubling the air between you two like polluted water. Silence drags on until you wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to warm up.
âWhere are we going?â You whisper.Â
The man in front smoothly turns the corner, as an almost impalpable furrow moves his brow. It takes him too long to answer for your liking, as you shuffle in the leather seat, unable to get comfortable. âI donât like fighting with you, but you always push me.â The dry tone and answer says everything his eyes canât. âTonight pissed me off, you know? Iâm not ever gonna let you go.â
âAll this because Atsumu complimented me?â You try, and when that doesnât get a reaction - not even a blink, your hands clamp together. âHeâs like that to everyone. He was calling Hinata âreal handsomeâ all evening.â Nothing. The Kiyoomi you fell in love with was a bit sarcastic and clumsy in his words, but he wasnât ever cruel. Wasnât ever purposefully standoffish. What seems left of him is only the brittle, icy void. You wouldâve been better off breaking up days ago.
He also wouldâve given the blond the benefit of the doubt.
You can basically feel the smile shine off of your face closing the billowing curtains against the golden light, looking back at the dark-haired beauty splayed out over your bed. You clear your voice. âSo whatâs the deal with your teammate- that Miya guy?â Kiyoomiâs brow raises a few millimeters. âHeâs serious? Heâs really like that all the time?â
âThe whole flirtatious act?â Your boyfriend yawns into the question, before rolling over so that his muscular shoulders, pecks, and that pretty waist are even more distracting. Itâs infuriating how good he looks. But you nod, and place yourself down on the edge - where he trails a lazy hand over the back of your hand. âOh, yeah. He has this overflowing⊠charisma that you canât help but get used to, and learn to appreciate.â He chuckles when you frown. âHe drives me up the wall. But heâs a good guy.â
âHmm?â Your pout is instantly enough to have him reaching around to pull you down onto him. âYouâre not worried?â
You try to blink away tears, and stare out the window instead, at every light that flashes past. More to yourself than to him, you hiccup as you brush away the wobbly lines of heat down your cheeks. âYouâve been acting soâ different.â He barely glances before turning too comfortably at the next lights, speeding up enough to make your chest feel tight. âI donât know whatâs happened, but I want you to go back to how you were.â Thatâs the only way you can put it. Itâs like thereâs nothing left.
Kiyoomiâs mouth corners drop at your confession, but he doesnât speak. Youâre not sure you want him to anyway. His free hand runs through his brushed back hair, long fingers sitting still against the steering wheel when they land. And they donât move again as you sit in the quiet cold.
âWorried?â He repeats, calm expression changing into a grin. âPlease, Miya fucking wishes.â You laugh when his lips start dragging down your pulse and he softly moans against you. âYouâve got way better taste than that. In neighbors - and,â his kisses get a little more hot and needy when his large hands glide down your body to grab your ass and pull you closer, âin boyfriends- and in perfumeâ you smell sexy, âs that new?â
You giggle harder, canât help but get flustered when he gets so touchy. âIâll get an inflated ego if you compliment me so much.â He shrugs, and positions you better onto his broad chest. But still. âHow donât you get jealous? Iâm pretty sure I would if the roles were reversed.â His dark hair is splayed out over the pillow when he drops his head back, and those pretty eyes flick over your face for a second, thinking.
âI do,â he eventually breathes, âbut not because of you, and definitely not with Miya Atsumu.â When you start giggling again, he frowns. âI mean, truly- genuinely-â You snort, and he stares at you with an affronted look. âIf you wanna run into the egotistical, bombastic, borderline- pathetic sunset with that guy, I might have to take a long, hard look at myself. Wonder what horrible traits youâre dating me for.â His eyes fall back to you when you take a deep breath, and he goes a little bit softer as you nuzzle up under his chin. âYou wanna leave me for a shitty dye job?â
âI donât think so,â you whisper back. He looks much too at ease in the comfort of your now shared apartment.
The silence that once felt so comfortable, now squeezes the life out of you with all itâs got. Only after a few minutes, Kiyoomiâs voice reaches out, and the shiver down your neck seems to screw the icy collar down tighter.
âYâknow, I hate how that Miya looks at you. Makes me want to carve his fucking eyes out.â
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About a week into living in Tokyo, you decide itâs not all that bad. Hauling along the giant box of fresh veggies and two more bags of groceries, you can barely look over enough to watch the elevator open, and hasten your steps. âHold the door, please! Thereâs no way Iâm doing the stairs today,â you sigh, and watch as the doors ping. You slide in just in time, and a deep chuckle follows when your arms start slowly folding with the weight.
âThatâs ⊠some collection youâve got there,â the deep voice continues, âdid I miss the call on doomsday?â
You manage to turn yourself enough to see the pair of warm, obsidian eyes staring down at you - soft curly hair freshly wet from a shower. The eggplants and pumpkins in your box start rolling toward the edge, so you shift the box onto your side with a struggling smile. âNo, I- I like to buy in big batches and pre-chop everything to freeze. I donât really love cooking so⊠that way I save- some time while stillâŠâ You fall quiet when he keeps your gaze without any reaction, and clear your voice. Most of his face is kept behind a black surgical mask, hiding what you imagine to be the rest of a handsome face.
But no one likes being stuck in unwanted small talk, do they. He nods though, right as you arrive on your floor and the doors slide open. âThatâs smart. Iâll have to try that sometime.â The box starts slipping further. The noiretâs eyes go from your face to your white-knuckled grip, and then back. âWould you like some help with that?â
âPlease,â you canât say quickly enough, afraid that one wrong move will send the entire box rolling across the floor. Itâs not like you to admit defeat so easily, but currently your pride could cost you a hundred on fresh produce, andâ he doesnât seem like the type to ask if heâd mind. Your neighbor doesnât say anything, but his eyes crinkle a little with a smile. Aside from some very brief passings in the hallway, you havenât had the chance to meet any of your buildingâs occupants yet. He doesnât bat an eye when lifting the very heavy box out of your arms, and you fluster. âSorry for the hassle.â
âNo, itâs alright. I have the afternoon off - âs nothing. Youâre the new 3B tennant, right?â He frees one hand just to slide his mask down when you nod your face towards your door. Heâs probably the prettiest guy youâve seen to date, strong jawline, full lips and an almost perfectly straight nose; dark curls framing smart, observant eyes. So not only is he tall and charming, heâs also hot. When you mumble a soft acknowledgement, he gives you a little smile, and you canât help but feel a bit too seen. âIâm Kiyoomi.â
You think you like Kiyoomi.
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The heat of hands shakes you out of sleep with a slight startle, and the surprise soon makes way for a wave of rolling pleasure mixed under a heavy layer of embarrassment - at the way Kiyoomiâs toying with your body like itâs his own, and the low chuckle he lets out when you let out a pinched whimper. One of his hands is two fingers deep inside your pussy by the time you can even blink the sleep out of your eyes, feeling the warmth flood onto your face. As slick gathers between your thighs, he pushes himself up above you, and squeezes your throat between his free fingers.
âSorry for waking you up, baby.â Thereâs a sharp glint in his eyes that you canât miss even with the low light, deep from within. His hand slides down the curve of your spine to settle around your hip, pressing you further into bed as your back arches when he curls his fingers without any mercy. Though you are leaving wetness all over his hand, the sudden invasion is still a little jarring, definitely when he starts sucking at your tits and bites down. âOmi, ow,â you breathe, and he only grunts as he nudges a thigh between your knees, spreading you apart. âRight now?â
âShhh, just bear it for a bit,â he mumbles back, as his hand trails down your ribcage and forces your body to adjust to him when he hikes your leg over his shoulder. âWoke up so hard thinking of you, and- you were so cute just sleeping here next to me without a worry in the world.â His fingers are replaced quickly by the hot head of his cock, that is slid a few inches too deep right away, and your whimpering only drives him further. âAh, fuck, there it is. Good- fucking- girlâŠâ By the time he bottoms out thereâs silvery slivers running down your face and youâre shaking your head as the ache has you moaning with pain.
But the dark haired man above you barely gives you any time to adjust, before he starts rocking himself against your center and rubbing himself deep enough to force your mouth shut. âYou trust me, donât you, angel?â He pants, stroking the inside of your thigh a few times, before starting a punishing rhythm that rocks the bed hard. The question takes you off guard, but it doesnât seem like Kiyoomi needs an answer to keep going anyway, and you swallow down your whimper to hide your face in the pillow. Heâs so big and rough and your body canât keep up. âOh, your pussyâs so fucking good. So tight and- warm, agh, fuck.â
Jutting out your lip into a little pout, you let out a little noise. Youâre trying not to let the way heâs basically getting himself off inside you ruin your mood. After a moment, you blink up at him with wobbly vision. âCan you kiss me?â He takes a few seconds before the words register, fucking you harder each time he bottoms outâ before his dark eyes go from your eyes to your lips like heâs having to debate it. And that hurts. He decides maybe against better judgment to lean in anyway, and presses his lips to yours with a low sigh, an almost moan that you suppose you have to be content with.Â
He pushes your knee up to your chest as he gets closer, and the heavy pressure of his body on yours gets even more unbearable when his free hand wraps around your neck and presses until youâre gasping out. Your boyfriendâs eyes glint as they flick all over your face, and a small grin starts to travel up his lips. âDonât you like me better like this?â Youâre too distracted by the pounding in your head to answer, and whine out his name as your back arches off the bed. And Kiyoomi pants as he forces you to take each thrust. âI like you a lot. Wanna keep you.â You throw your head back, and reach around his wide shoulders to pull him even closer, trying to lock your legs around his waist with a sigh.
âShit, youâre so fucking pretty, baby,â he pants into your mouth as he rocks himself into you, forehead to forehead as your nails dig into his skin. You feel bad, but you canât help but pull him closer by his shoulders as the shower water trickles between you two and makes the entire room a steamy mix of pants and sweaty touches. âSo-â he kisses messily, making you smile as his tongue swipes yours, â-damn pretty. I love your body so much.â
âAnd me?â You breathe back, letting your body tremble in his strong hands as he rocks himself so deep inside you that itâs making you breathless. Your little whine makes him stare, and nod.
âOf course I love you even moreâ donât be silly- agh, fuck.â You move one hand to brush the wet tresses of hair out of his face and let yourself get moved up and down him, thighs wrapped ever so tight around his narrow waist. He breathes your name like the word itself is lovely, and you canât help but moan a long whimper of his name when he hits the right spot so perfectly. âYou feel so good, taking my cock right in there- that tight, little pussy. Drooling all over me, huh.â Another kiss as you swallow your mix of spit and rest your hand on his cheek. âYou drive me crazy. I really- ugh- really love you, baby.â
Your tits brush up against his chest. âPromise?â
âUhuh, mh-ahg. Promise. I canât get enough of you.â
Sometimes you swear you can hear the house close in around you with heavy breaths.
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The door to your apartment already hangs open when you notice the noise. The low thumping that is only audible when you slide the headphones off, a vaguely rhythmic noise that makes the hairs on your neck stand. You slide off the bed with a little frown, and smooth the wrinkles in your camisole as you peer into the open apartment area - which is empty. âBabe?â The door wobbles when the wind passes through, and your frown only digs deeper into your face when thereâs no answer.
âKiyoomi?â
The noise is louder when you walk towards the hall, and fist your hands into the bottom of the flimsy dress to pull it down. Only after a few moments of thought, your instinct drives you across the hall to pull open the door of the neighborsâ, a young guy who moved in after you two did. Sure enough, your stomach drops as the scene splays out before you. Thereâs red all over the floor, Kiyoomiâs hands, and most horrifying - all over Ryoutaâs nose and mouth as the barrage of fists lands over and over againâ and you let out a horrified gasp. The damage has already been done, the brunet lays back with swollen eyes and is no longer fighting back, and youâre basically stunned in place as his knuckles crack on his cheek again.
When you manage the next breath, you force out a call of his name between tears. âHck- Kiyoomi- w-what are you-,â your voice sounds too tiny to be your own, but any more volume doesnât make it out of your throat, âplease stop.â The last crack that resounds before he stops is even harder than any of the ones beforeâ and he gets up without a word, smoothing his jersey back in place. He only quiets a moment, before turning over his shoulder to look at you. You, wobbling toward him like a baby deer.
Honestly, you donât want to worry about him. But you canât help but take his hands in yours to inspect the split knuckles, bloody and bruisedâ as if this is some bizarre dream. Kiyoomiâs precious about his hands. Theyâre his dreams, his passions, and his opportunities all in one, something to be cared for, rested gently like they mattered more than anything else. And now theyâre bloodied like animals at the slaughter. When you look up at him- thereâs no regret, no worry or care or concern. Just a blank sort of faux-understanding of your worry when he reaches out to brush your cheek.
You pull back away to look instead at the young man on the floor, because if you think about it too hard, you might start sobbing. Your hands drop by your thighs and feel so heavy, tears drying on your face. âWhy did you-â
âGot back from my run and he said he needed your help.â Thereâs a cold, detached resolution in his voice. âAnd I told him to forget it, and then he asked me what âthe fuckâ my problem was.â You find yourself shrinking into yourself when his dark eyes shift to you, with that unreadable look in his eye once more. His hands are slid into his pant pockets with a soft sigh, but he still raises an eyebrow your way. âWhy would another guy need my girl?â Ryoutaâs been nothing but nice to you since he moved in. You believed, maybe mistakenly, that that niceness had extended to your boyfriend.
But staring at the poor, battered face of the guy on the floorâ something tells you that even if it did, Kiyoomi no longer cares. It feels like really, heâll take any excuse to lash out. Your eyes flick over his face again, before swallowing. âI donât know. Maybe it was a misunderstanding.â For the first time since youâve noticed this new side to him, youâre truly scared when he eyes you down. Youâve been upset, and worried, and angry before - but this is new. As the only sound between you two is the shallow rise and fall of your chest, you try to walk up and wrap your arms around his bicep. âI love you, Kiyoomi. I have only ever⊠loved you.â
He frees a hand to run it over your hair, before leaning down to rest his nose at your crown. âI know you do. Youâre a smart little thing, thatâs why I like you.â His training jacket still smells like mint and eucalyptus wash sheets, and it does absolutely nothing to soothe the aching pressure that makes its way between your ears and squeezes. And the soft kiss to your forehead doesnât, either. âGet back inside. Iâll be right there in a bit.â
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Your apartment is barely a shell of itself now. You realize it -truly realize it- when you toss and turn in your bed and canât help but get stuck on little things that shouldnât matter, but they do. The sheets are different, silkier somehow. Kiyoomi got new toothbrushes instead of the old ones with dolphins, and your entire apartment smells just different enough to make it pressing. Slightly bleachy, and too hospital-like. A blue haze is cast through the window by the moon when you softly slip out of bed, ignoring the way a soft puff comes from your boyfriend. He doesnât stir as you move, though his empty hand seems to reach for the heat you left. Normally youâd wonder if he misses you when you go, but instead the reach just feels possessive.Â
Itâs like living with a brand new boyfriend all over again.
You donât like it as much the second time, you realize, trying to choke down the bad air youâre breathing. As you wobble around in the dark, itâs hard to find your footing. The door clicks too loud for your liking when you brush it closed behind you, and slide down onto the couch as your eyes adjust to the dark. You feel like youâre hanging off the edge of falling apart as you look around the roomâ and try to think. That night when he came home, when he stared off into space and wouldnât talk to you, your first thought was of another woman. Kiyoomi had never given you any reason to doubt.
He was handsome and intelligent and you were lucky to have him, but he always made it easy to trust him. If he wanted to be with you heâd be with you.
But as more and more days passed, small things got bigger. Not letting you call friends, not letting you dress how you wanted to, glaring at anyone who so much as looked up at you on the street. Heâd never been so possessive when things were good. Still, you donât want to mourn a relationship that isnât even over yet. You cover your sniffles into your hand, and get up from the couch to go search through his jacket for his phone, or wallet. A stray bobby pin or earring, anything to make sense of the mess inside your head. You wouldnât be proud of this in the morning - but your brain is eating itself alive. The apartmentâs so quiet at night, and the old building pants and moans in the darkness.
The small closet is hotter than the rest of the apartment, more damp too. The jackets are piled high on the dryer, and though you shove your hand down every pocket, your search turns up empty. After a few seconds of turning the last pair of pockets inside out, you sink down into a crouchâ and take a deep breath. Just a few weeks ago, youâd thought that you could see yourself marrying Kiyoomi. Youâd spent hours by his side, convinced that no one in the world knew you better than he did.
A soft whistling noise sounds from behind the dryer, and makes you wipe your hand under your nose. Thereâs an old door to a bricked up stairway here, that you never got any use out of. Kiyoomi once stored some brooms there, you think. You donât know what possesses you to slide your hands into the narrow space between the dryer and the wall and pull, but with some force- it moves. You strain to drag it aside until you jerk, scrambling up.
A track of blood.
Smeared over your normally proper linoleum, thereâs a dried off-maroon that can only be blood, crusted onto the wood as a dark patch between the dryer and the door. Your chest caves. Instead of normal breaths, shallow gasps start making your entire body go solid and cold, and your throat dries up. This canât ⊠it isnât real. Canât be. Everything inside you tries to convince you that this is just a nightmare, but even as you pinch your arm hard, nothing happens.
Blood rushes to your bruised knees as you look around, trying not to panic too hardâ instead put a shaky hand on the handle. It could be rusty water. A busted pipe. As you move at a glacial pace to open the door, it creaks, and you lick your lips. You canât cry. You want nothing more than to explode into a dam of tears and unload, but itâs like your body refuses. Every second makes your body pump with adrenaline, until the door clicks open and reveals the narrow space - and in it, something that doesnât make sense.
Blood pools on the floor, dulled, matted and a disgusting, sticky mess that has you gasping; only to hold back a gag. But in it, sits the slumped, unmoving body of your boyfriend.
The same boyfriend you were sleeping next to just a few minutes ago.
Every hair on your body rises when you choke on the smell, and sink down to press your fingers to his pulseâ even when the off white pallor of his face says everything it should. âOmi?â You whisper, and when you breathe out, your throat closes up. You want to wake up. Your first coherent thought is that you canât breathe; the next, to run. Thereâs no more heat in his skin, icy to the touch, and it frightens you so much that you jerk back and slam the door to the closet, stopping abruptly between the couch and the door.
Itâs when the lights flick on that you do regret that.
Kiyoomiâs voice sounds deeper when you turn. As he stares at you, he brushes his messy curls out of his face. âWhat are you doing?â You donât speak. Nothing but a shallow hiccup makes it out of your mouth, but youâre still holding out your hands like theyâve been burned, and maybe thatâs enough for him to slide his eyes over to the closet. For a moment it stays quiet. So quiet that you can hear the blood rush beneath your skin, pumping with adrenaline you have no room for. Kiyoomiâs dead. Your Kiyoomiâs dead, isnât he. âAh.â
âI- I-â
âYou werenât supposed to go snooping, angel. Youâre really making things difficult.â The noiretâs quiet calmness makes way for a slight smile, before he steps out of the doorway towards you. And you flatten yourself to the wall on shaky legs, but moving any more than that feels impossible. Youâve never been so scared in your lifeâ literally frozen solid to the wall as your panicked hiccups send tears welling up in thick, childish bubbles that refuse to tip. He gives you an up and down, before pointing at you as he walks over to the closet, and sighs. âDonât move.â
You couldnât, even if you had the courage to. And you very much donât. Itâs so coldâ you watch as he pushes into the small room only to drag the body youâd left there out of it. The heavy scraping noise of a limp body across the floor is almost enough to have you totally break. When he dumps the body in the middle of your shared living room, you manage to let out a few noises, strangled, pathetic noises, before you wring your hands together. âW-what did you do to Kiyoomi?â
âI am Kiyoomi,â he says back with enough certainty to shake you, and then smiles a little when finally the tears spill, and you shake your head left and right through your panic.
âYouâre notââ is all you can squeak before he walks up to you too close and grabs your face, leaving sticky cold blood with his touch. Your cheek is almost held lovingly, but one glance up at his eyes convinces you that itâs anything but. Itâs predatory, a mean glitter of amusement that plays in the darkness, and the harder you cry, the giddier it seems to get. âLet me go, p-please,â you sniffle, âlet me go. I wonât tell, I just donât wanna be- h-here.â
âShhh, we might as well pretend Iâm him still. You look so cute whining that name like itâs your fucking job.â He takes you by the hand after pressing a brief kiss on your forehead, and then sits you down onto the couch. And your chest still feels much too rattled to think about running anywhere, but when he pushes one finger into your mouth with a slight grin, you consider it. âDonât know any better, do you?â He groans. You want to bite and run, and hide until everything stops poundingâ but run where? Your boyfriendâs cold on the floor of your apartment. You can barely stop crying for long enough to take a breath, and the man above you pushes another finger down your throat. âSuch a pretty little girlfriend Iâve got- look here-âÂ
You do - canât help it when the pressure starts choking you, and whatever frightened look youâre giving him, is enough to make him groan long and hard. It fucks with your brain. Itâs still your boyfriend- looks, smells, tastes the same- and if you stop paying attention for a few seconds, itâs almost like everything is back to normal. Itâs almost like youâre safe as long as you pretend not to notice whatâs going on around just you and the invasive touches that are forced onto you. âMan, you look so fucking wrecked, baby. Say my name, wonât you?â His grin is wide and cheshire-like when he leans in and starts nudging your top down your shoulders. âSay âplease, Kiyoomiâ.â
He doesnât move his fingers out of the way to allow you. Instead you whimper around his fingers, and try not to choke as spit gets all over your chin and his hand. âPwea-se, Kiy-oomi.â
âHahah, youâre so fucking nasty, getting spit all over me. Drooling like a fucking dog while youâre being forcedâ You like whining and moaning for me?â He takes his fingers out to wipe them on your flimsy camisole and stands to start sliding down his boxers, pushing you back towards the couch. The small grin changes to a tight grimace when you try to grab at him for comfort. âAh ah ah, donât think so.â Thereâs a fistful of hair in his hand before you can apologize, as he shoves you face down towards the couch and holds you there, cheek pressed to the rough fabric. Until your face is hung just off the side, and youâre forced to face the trail of blood that ends in a familiar face.
Itâs horrible, and the harder you squeeze your eyes shut against the wave of fresh tears, the deeper the image seems to force itself into your brain. âKiyoomi~â You whimper pathetically, and he hums in response. Everythingâs too close, too loud, his touch is too real and too pressing and warmâ burning you from the inside out as he yanks your clothing the last bit down until it hangs around your waist and he drags his fingers up and down your slit through your panties a few times. It leaves the wet fabric awfully sticky against your pussy, and your cheeks get hotter. Itâs not your fault, his fingers work you in ways that always work. That thought has your eyes flicking open, but the horrific sight has yet to disappear. âMh-hck,â you start up again, and try to roll aside as he grabs your thigh hard to hold you in place. âI wanna stop. I wanna stop.â
âAw, poor baby. Poor angel.â The dismissive tone is cooed as a loving mockery when he pushes you down between your shoulder blades and yanks your panties the rest of the way down. âYou donât even know what to do with yourself, huh?â He then yanks your head up so youâre forced to stare at your reflection in the window, unable to see anything else. You canât close your eyes to hide from it. Kiyoomiâs grabbing you tight enough to have you unable to move. âIâll give you a hint. You lay here and you take it. You just listen nice and sweet, ugh-â He groans low when pushing the hot head of his cock against your entrance, patting it with a patient sighâ only to push in with a force that makes you jerk.
Why does it hurt so much? You wanna cry harder when he forces all the heavy girth of his cock inside you and the wetness dripping between your legs squelches loud, but your throatâs too clogged to. Instead only a pinched moan comes out, and he grunts when bottoming out deep inside you. âGirls who donât listen make me wanna cut them open and eat their insides out. Would you like that?â The pull on your hair forcing your head up is making you lightheaded. That, and the stinging, uncomfortable tightness inside your pussy, squeezing and clenching against the intrusion - still isnât enough to drown out the horror of those words as he whispers them.
Almost instantly you shake your head left and right, and your muffled ânoâs melt into a childish cry. âNo, nonono, Omi- âyoomi- I, no~ pleas-hck- stop. Wanna stop.â He pulls back his hips for long enough to really let you feel the ache of your walls as they cling to his cock, but then thrusts back in and bounces you on his cock. He drops your head back to the side of the couch, and places a hand in the middle of your spine to anchor you down under his weight.Â
âYou donât? I think youâre lying. You want to be treated like a sack of meat.â His hips make a loud sound when connecting with your ass. âYou donât like this?â
âOw, oww, Omi- âhurts-â Youâre fighting against the caving of your chest each time you exhale, and forced to take shorter breaths each time he fucks back into you. âAh, ow.â And your pussy hurts, but the rolling of his hips and the stubborn, deep grinding is too overwhelming. You hate that you can hear the wetness of your cunt squeezing around the pumping of him inside, you hate the way he breathes above you, how you can feel him everywhere. It makes you sick. Itâs all too much, and still it feels so fucking good that youâre hot in the face. âMhm~ âm sorry. Iâm sorry.â You blink through the tears to stare just a second at the trail of blood that he made from the closet to the couchâ but you canât make yourself look any closer. Instead you aim your eyes back at your reflection, and meet other eyes.
âYou havenât wanted to play with me much since I got here. âS your own fault that Iâm all pent up now, stupid girl.â The steady rhythm in and out of your needy pussy is too much. It feels so goodâ and you hate it. You clench your hands into the couch as best you can and try to hang on, until your knuckles turn white. The noiretâs voice is back to taunt you, this time as his other hand reaches around to grab the soft of your throat and squeeze, shaking you back to him. âIf you want your nice, reliable Kiyoomi, look- heâs right here for you.â You canât. You canât. Your tears well over in ugly rivers that you shut behind your lids, and Kiyoomi makes a noise.
You canât tell if itâs a pleased noise or not, you donât care. He rolls his hips, and your cunny accepts too eagerly. But it still feels so fucking good. And you canât stop yourself from feeling like the worst person in the world. Your hands shake, and your head feels faint. Kiyoomiâs dead. Thereâs nothing else to know. Kiyoomiâs dead and youâre about to cum getting fuckedâ your whimper gives you away. Itâs faint, but he hears it. âHm, you donât like him either now huh?â Instead of squeezing your throat, his hand moves to grab your tit instead, pinching your puffy nipple until you canât help but make a noise. Youâre so gross. And your pussyâs still pulling him back in, clenching to the pulsing heat as it fucks right into the softest part of your walls. âI- agh, f- I like bullying my pretty little cock sleeve to tears. So- f-fucking cute like this.â
He ruts into you until your belly feels hot and tingly, and you grind back against him on instinct. Youâre getting so close, the pinching, the precise way he hits the needy spot deep inside you - you donât even want to. âNo, no- Omi, Iâm- agh, please stop.â You really donât. âIâm- Iâm gonnaââ But before you can stop it, your eyes squeeze shut, and your entire body goes tense. The tight ball of heat thatâs been expanding all over your body with each pump, each time his heavy balls slap against you, explodes into a million pieces. âKiyoomi, I love you, Iâm so- sorry, Iâm so sorry, itâsâ all my fault.â
As he fucks you through the blooming heat and the white and black spots that play on your lids, he groans your name low and possessive. Your clenching only slows way after youâve grinded yourself back against him and drooled all over the couch, until your tired body drops back into the plush. And Kiyoomi lets out a little chuckle. âYea, itâs all your fault, stupid girl. You lay here and stayâ Iâll be right back.â You barely feel the heat leave until it comes back, shoving some of the wetness from your sensitive pussy right back inside with a grunt, and a harsh tap of his hand to your pussy. The sting is sharp, and you glare through your tears as you look up. Not that he cares. âHere. Look. Kiss it.â
The sharp blade thatâs basically shoved in your face glints when you hesitate, and suck your bottom lip into your mouth. âCome on. Or else Iâll put it to use on him instead, and you donât want that, do you?â Your lips press against the cold metal, but your eyes stay resolutely on his face. Dark curls framing dark eyes and long lashes â you often told him he was the most beautiful man you knew. You wonder if he remembered it in the end. You suppose it doesnât matter though, watching his mirror click his tongue.
âGood girl, such a good baby girl under all the crying and mess, arenât you? Almost make me think you like me better like this after all.â You canât answer, but the tears that wobble sadly along your waterline spill over in the silenceâ and your lip wobbles. And Kiyoomi only brushes a thumb along your lip, before shrugging. âNo? Thatâs a shame. Because you are mine now. Mine. All of you.â He points the knife into the top of your leg, and leaves behind a mark that immediately wells up with dotted red. The immediate pain and sting of hot blood sears through your skin. âTell me again what name you want me to write? Say it nice and sweet, angel.â
Your voice doesnât shake as much as you think it should. âKiyoomi.â
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tw. dubcon, monsterfucking, explicit size kink, interspecies sex, reader has sex pollen like effects, communication barrier, manipulation, yandere (other parts will contain a lot more explicit dark kinks so please read every individual part's warnings!)
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tachibana makoto x fem!reader ( x other characters coming)
Dragonflies glint the prettiest, richest silver youâve ever seen under the right light. The rosy evening sun casts the entire river into a blooming glowâ complete with a soft blanket of fog that rolls along the base of the trees. âYour maiden servants worry about you, you know,â a voice softly calls, and the rustle of shrubbery makes you turn.
You donât really want to know how long the manâs been guarding you without a word. If it were anyone but one of your fatherâs most trusted men, youâd probably have some distrust. Instead you only pull your knees to your chest, and continue tossing rocks into the babbling brook.
âLady, itâll get dark soon. Your parents donât want you playing out here so late.â
The small area isnât open enough to lure any visitors. Youâd be fine. Still, you slowly bob your head, waiting for him to step away from the tree edge into the river bank with you. âI had a weird dream, only it didnât feel like a dream.â The reeds sway in the wind, and you almost let the perfect surrounding whisk away the thought. But the manâs hand drops from his sword, and he gives the faintest of nods. âThere was a monster here when I fell asleepâ one with a huge mouth packed full of teeth. I saw eyes in the water, and hair so long it covered its whole body.â The tart remnants of your delicately applied makeup wash away as you swallow. âI think- it was a yokai.â
âThereâs no yokai here, lady,â he patiently responds, and you turn to him better. This time taking a proper look. If the damp hair tied in a bun is anything to go off of, he was most likely called out of his bath to come out looking for you. You bite your lip, apology lingering on your tongue. But thatâs where it stays, as the man continues. âThereâs monsters only where people donât go. You neednât worry.â
âAre you comforting me?â A slight giggle passes your lips before you can help it. âI know you think Iâm lying. You donât believe anything you donât see with your own eyes.â
â... Itâs not for a lack of trying.â He smooths a hand over his hakama, before resting it back on the pristine handle of his sword. The dragonflies buzz over the low edge of the water, and your feet ache a little from the cold. Youâd love to ask to be carried right about now, but spare the poor man the effort. Itâs the least you can do. After another few minutes of silence and watching the sun disappear entirely below the tree line, he finally clears his voice. âCome on, lady. We should really get back. Youâre precious to your parents. Youâre precious to us all. I canât leave you here.â
This river runs from the high mountains all the way through the small lake that borders the gates of your home; and all the way down the lowlandsâ and itâs said that on the day of your birth the river flooded, and provided the most bountiful harvest of the last few decades. Even as a child, there was no ignoring the gleeful whispering of the ladies, nor the calculated introductions of sons of poorer lords at every birthday or feast. Some day not too long from now you will get married and spread providence over the land⊠and there wonât be time for napping by rivers or running off half-dressed into the forest.
Somehow, despite the honor, a small part of you goes cold at that. The water glistens under the last of the lightâ and you take a long look into the deep of it. The eyes the color of hot coals flash through your mind once more, and you start pulling the fabrics of your dresses aside to put your zori back on. âI know it was a monster- but-â The wind picks up when you turn over your shoulder and smile your most genuine smile. âI wasnât scared, I think. Perhaps it was friendly.â
The guard is quiet as he watches you get up from the riverbank, and sticks a comfortable distance after helping you gently up onto your feet. You suppose he doesnât really have the heart, or perhaps confidence, to tell you what he really thinks of your childish talk. The barely-there path back to your home has you growing much more tiredâ as if weights are tied to your legs. You wish you could stay. The moss crunches softly under your feet, and the dewy air starts to feel a bit cold to the touch. Despite everything, itâs always peaceful here. You cast a brief glance up to the man as he pushes the shrubbery aside. His face has a vacant sort of look, until he catches you looking, and his mouth curls up. âIâll tell your maiden servants to prepare a purifying ritual for you.â
âUgh, no, please. Anything but that.â
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âThe koi fish arenât around anymore, are they, lady?â Thereâs a slight hesitation in her voice as your maid walks up.
You nod, lift your sleeves to brush your fingers through the water and wait. You got them as a present for your coming of age festivitiesâ the most beautiful blue grey with red finsâ much too expensive for your liking but a courting gift nonetheless. Youâd been quite fond of the walks out of your housesâ walls because of them. The feed floats sadly on the surface of the inlet, where the clear river water shows no sign at all of the normally curious animals. âIt seems like theyâve gone.â What a shame.
Your other maiden scans the area, before rushing to help you up onto your feet as she lowers her head. âShould we ask the master to procure some more? We know feeding the fish brings you much joy.â
The girl helps to fix your sleeves again, before awaiting your call. âNo, thatâs quite alright. Thereâs no use replacing a gift.â You cast a wary glance at the bay once more, not quite sure what youâre looking for; but fail to find anything out of the ordinary. A sight furrow comes to your brow, before you hike up your layers of skirts- much to the shock of your two servants- and turn to them with a softer smile. âI would like to be alone for a bitââ
âLady!â one of them squeaks, but you only laugh.
âI am certain, Hitsu. Tell my father I will be home before tea and dinner, and if you could prepare my bathâŠâ The dark brunette has a question on her tongue, but does nod with the same trained properness that youâve come to know. âI simply wish to walk along the river, I wonât swim. Itâll be quick, I promise.â Itâs not a lie. You have no intention of ruining your beautiful, expensive clothing by going any further than a shallow few steps. But thereâs a nagging memory somewhere in the back of your mindâÂ
You used to have so many dreams, all of them now too faint to recall. Both young ladies give each other a look, before eventually bowing deeply and heading back towards the palace gates.
See, that nagging sense that youâre forgetting something important, something crucial, overcomes you. Itâs almost impossible to ignore, and you kick off your shoes to tread carefully along the edge of the deep pool of fresh spring water. The moss is soft under your feet, keeping a tight grip on your embroidered silks.
When you were only a few years old, you used to have these dreams. Dreams of drowning, of ghouls and demons. They grew scarcer the older you got, and eventually even the weekly purification spells and chants became declared unnecessary. But where the memories once sat, now only a blank hole remains in your mind. And however hard you try to remember, you can never quite get there. You make it to the sloped edge of the river not much later, stepping up the small sputtering waterfall and a few round stones between stray bambooâ nearly still water pooling at your feet.
Itâs chilly, but not freezing. Something scratches in the back of your skull, deep down. It trickles down your neck, and with a steady heartbeat, it breathes.
But you canât catch the thought, and the harder you try, the cloudier it becomesâ eventually you click your tongue and start walking along the water edge up stream. You should look for your fish. If they swam out of the inlet somehow, maybe theyâd be around. They are, much like you are, bred for captivity and wouldnât survive too long on their own. The sun casts warm spring rays onto your skin, walking in much needed solitude. When you barely realize youâve spaced out, youâve already made it to a bend in the river where peach blossoms float on the otherwise pristine surface of the waterâ and despite your previous care, you drop your dress.
The blossoms swirl in slow circles. And a raindrop lands on your nose.Â
Arms, wrapped tight around your chest. Claws. Wide lashless eyes.
Something floods your brain so suddenly that you stumble back a few steps and gasp, sucking in a breath.
It was here. You canât exactly make out what, but your gut recognizes the trees, the scraggly stones sticking out of the water. Your lungs full of water, and hands all over.
Bumps rise all over your back as you look around, and water seeps up along your tarikubi robe. Itâs so quiet, and the stillness starts to trouble with each droplet that comes down. But you breathe. Youâve been here, perhaps more than once, and the aching, pressing itch deep in your head grows more unbearable. When a metallic flicker catches your eyes, you glance down. The rain now starts up more properly, and though the trees provide some shelter, thereâs no hiding away from the cold as you walk in just deep enough to bend and pick up a dainty golden chain from between the smooth rocks.
Itâs fine like thread, and cold to the touch, and though you canât quite explain it; something about this finely crafted piece is familiar too. Even through the rain and the chills crawling all the way up your spine, you study the necklace closer. The intricate detail is almost too pristine.
A soft splash on the other side of the river startles youâ The sudden scare makes you lose your balance and fall back onto your lower end. Hard. The ache immediately has you whimpering, but instead of worrying about the pain, you slowly try to catch yourself on the rocks; pained enough in the motion that you swear â you see a person diving underneath the water edge. Something pale and fast. You scream, and whatever you saw dashes away before you can think about doing different. The blossoms drift off as you scramble back up; your bruised palms sting, and your heartbeat still hammers hard in your throat when the silence returns.
But the blurry flash of maroon hair and fiery red eyes you caught is long gone.
And much too soon, the clouds that had seemed so fluffy and beautiful earlier turn a dreary grey. You turn on your heel and book it back down the river side on bare feetâ still clamping the chain between your fingers.
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The wick of your lantern splutters with thick oil as you fail to catch sleep. Even with the spring weather itâs chilly, with you remaining wrapped under a thick blanket. You breathe a long sigh, and listen to the crackling of the candle beside your bed in the absence of any other sound. The earlier lecture of your father, your mother, and even the normally quiet and collected matron of the house still lingers on your mindâ itâs not like you can blame anyone. You wouldnât be the first stupid, brazen young girl who happened to drown, and despite the quiet lives most girls like you live, you most likely wonât be the last.
You shouldnât have been out there. Your servants had been ghastly pale from fright upon seeing the state in which you returned, and even the thorough scrubbing and hours-long bath didnât do much to alleviate the ache in your lower back.
Despite all that, youâre stuck. Eyes -monstrous, unnatural eyes- appear in the crevices of your mind each time you close your own. No amount of prayer makes the longing fade, and the longer you lay here, the deeper they seem to dig into your flesh. Goosebumps crawl all over your skin once more. When you throw your blankets off you, you go digging in one of the woven baskets for the thickest bland garments youâve gotâ tying them around your hips until youâre dressed enough to peer out into the hall. The frigid air current howls through the house when you gather your lantern, some woven socks, and after a brief bit of deliberation; snatch the golden chain from beside your pillow.
The palace is quiet at night, an almost eerie sort of calm that is broken only by the soft âpatsâ of your feet on the hardwoodâ with the lanterns barely providing enough light to see a good arms length at a time. The wind pushes you forward, nuzzling deeper into the collar of your clothing until you make it outside. Even under the starry sky, thereâs no doubt that this is a stupid idea. No good can come from nightly outings â though youâve seen girls come and go in similar ways under the cover of night, youâre quite sure their purpose was less out-for-trouble than you are now. But what else can you do?
How could you ever sleep soundly not knowing whatâs out there.
With only the flickering reflection on the water, you bow before your homeâ youâd be back soon enough. You love your clanâ and you have no intention of getting caught in long lectures twice in a night. The guards at the gates have no way of noticing you as you slip into the brush and cover the lamp from sight, as cold breaths form clouds before your eyes.
Your legs move almost instinctively until you come upon the peach tree, and the pretty white flowers rain down with the breeze. You place the candle by your feet; and hesitate before taking your own seat on a round rock right by the water edge. Youâve never seen a yokai. Not that you can remember at the very least, but if you would have-you didnât expect to here. Not the river that blessed your birth, or the one who gives everyone life by way of harvest. Maybe what you saw was a farmer bathing, or a particularly pale, large codâ wouldnât that make more sense. Isnât that exactly why you didnât tell your father?
Because naĂŻvity and silly wonder seems better than monsters lurking among the shrub.
Sadly, but perhaps unsurprisingly, a soft splashing in the water sets every hair on your body uprightâ and your mouth goes dry. Itâs so dark. So awfully dark that itâs hard to see even past your own feet, if not for the broken reflection of your candle in the water. You know it's there. You feel it, by the rancid sort of churning in your stomach, the rapid beating of your heart. You swallow the tightness in your throat as best you can. âIâve come to return your necklace. I didnât mean to steal it, so Iâve come to give it back.â You wish you could let your eyes grow used to the dark, but without candle light, itâd be so much harder to get back home in one piece.
After just the sounds of the river drag on, you slowly take another breath, and try to bite back the wetness that rises every time you try and fail to find the eyes you know are looking at you. âI donât wish to harm anyone.â The wind seems to howl harder across the river, and you canât fight the horrible visions of monsters all around you, just there in the darkness; tightening your hands into fists. âSo I wish you would not harm me either. You can have it back.â Your hand shakes when you hold out the chain above the waterâ not nearly far enough for anything to reach it without coming into your sight. But youâre too frightened to go any deeper, and your lungs tighten.
âPlease, I-â
The peaceful spluttering of the water is suddenly disrupted by a much louder splashing, and you freeze up with a sharp gasp, shoulders trembling despite yourself. You donât dare move any more than thatâ only after a minute or so of silence, you continue. âHello? Donât you want your necklace back?â
The reeds shake in the wind, and one of the blossoms brushes along your cheek as it falls into your crouched lap. Your breathing is tense enough to almost hide the little mumble that reaches back. Itâs soft, sweet like dripping honey, and makes your whole spine tingle. âWe want.â
If you had any less sense, youâd probably run right back home. But the idea of moving is too terrifying, so youâre stuck rooted in place as you take a breath. The voice sounds young enough, but the Japanese is distinctly older than your own dialect, rolling off the tongue with a vague foreign liltâ and it takes your frightened brain a little longer than you want to process that the voice isnât simply human. When another little splash sounds a bit closer, you pull your outstretched hand back to your chest. âCan you see me?â Your own voice wavers when trying to make out any shape in the river. Alas, itâs just so dark that any further effort hurts your eyes.
âYes.â
âIâve come to give back your necklace. I got scared and took it, Iâm sorry. I mean no harm-â
âHe told.â The voice is unbearably clear. Almost like itâs being spoken directly into your head, even though itâs just a mere whisper among the rippling water. Itâs distracting, and feels ice cold between your ears.
âWhoâs he?â you try, biting your lip. The river seems to stare back at you, and you canât do anything but hope you arenât making some horrible mistake. Are you supposed to talk to the monsters that go bump in the night? âI- I donât know where you are, I canât see you.â Despite the soft, gentle nature of the voice, your heart patters wildly, unable to let go of your fear when thereâs another closer splash. You must only be a dozen feet away from each other now, and still you canât even see past the water at your toes. The voice stays quiet for a while.
âYou donât see is ⊠better.â
You donât respond for even longer. But for whatever reason, you almost want to agree. Not seeing, he almost sounds like a childhood friend of yours. The soft, honeyed words arenât so frightening when you canât see what theyâre being spoken by; and you gather your last bit of courage to softly open your palm out again towards the night. âIâll throw it over to you. Can you catch it?â
âNo âthrowâ.â The -whatever- struggles with the word as he says it, before going quiet. Youâre not sure if he doesnât want you to throw it, or he simply doesnât understandâ so you just bite your lip and wait for any further comments that eventually do follow. âYou put paw- h-hand.â Then, after another breath, âCome.â With a slight tremble in your voice, you breathe out a little laugh. You are really being asked to be braver than any girl with sense wouldâ dragging your lantern closer over the pebbles until itâs right by your feet. Cursing yourself, you blink back nervous tears, trembling as you hike up the edge of your skirts, just the tiniest bit, and place only one foot into the shallowest part of the river for stability.
Your hand drops halfway outstretched, and you watch the flame where she glints back on the chain.
More splashing makes way for a more disturbing sound once it surfaces, of a body dragging over the shallow of the river towards you, scraping along the blunt stonesâ and you almost dart away when the sound comes close enough to reach. But your fingertips are almost frozen solid when another hand comes ever faintly into view, and wetness drops into your palm. To call it a hand is gracious, you decide. Thereâs longer digits, clawed, and webbed between each bony finger, and the wet glossy skin is more curved spike than thumb. The paw slides carefully along your hand, swiping up the chain as it goesâ and leaves a cold coating all over your palm that you snatch back too quickly.
Itâs unbearable to stay so close to something and not see it now, and you quickly hurry back to the safety of your rock as the same shuffling goes back to the water. Your heartbeatâs in your throat, and you canât find any polite words to offer it until the yokai speaks again.
âRin present, with- no, f-for you. You give present back, make happy. I am thank you.â Youâre welcome, you think, but you barely manage to paint on a little smile before wringing your hands together and picking your lantern back up for safekeeping.
âIâm heading home now. If Iâm not back soon my guards will find out.â It doesnât feel entirely appropriate to thank it for not killing you when it had ample chance to, so you stay quiet. But thereâs also a sense of gratitude that washes over you. Soon youâll be back in bed like all of this was a dream. That seems right. That seems good. Your tongue lingers on your words. âYou ⊠What's your name?â The river bank feels much safer now youâre back on solid ground, and you can see the peach blossoms you almost slipped on.
Thereâs another long pause, where you almost make a run for it back all the way home, before the voice sounds out again from the darkâ sugary sweet in its tone.
âMakoto.â
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Youâre pretty sure you should be questioning your own sanity. Everyone else wouldnât hesitate to, and after the few restless nights youâve had, you should be staying as far away as you can. But curiosity, mixed with a slight sense of obligation, has you walking the river bank like a little droplet flowing back to the sea. The quiet, scruffy man following behind doesnât say much⊠never does, and you canât say you dislike it. But you feel the glances your way, distracting you. Soon you find yourself clearing your voice. âYouâre wondering why Iâm walking this same path again?â
The older man only hesitates for a moment. âNo, lady.â
âSure you are. I would wonder if I were you.â Thereâs a faint smile that makes its way up, glancing out over the babbling brook to your left as grass tickles your ankles. âNot too long now and Iâll be engagedâŠâ The peach blossoms above are almost done bloomingâ and youâve never known your father to be an indecisive man. âWalking gives me a little break from all the fussing attendants, and father's advisors. Which is why itâd be even better if I were alone-â
It doesnât take much pushback at all for the man to stop in place and give you a little look, resting his hand on the handle of his sword. âLady.â
âOh, please Azuma-san, weâve had this same conversation for years.â
âI am not to leave you unprotected-â
You turn on your heel to face him. âI want to swim.â The stubborn frown on his face doesnât move an inch, as your eyes go a little more puppy-esque. You have to know, so you have to lie. It doesnât bring you joy either, but you might go insane if you have to live with questions for the next twenty years barred in some fancy prison of your future husbandâs making. â-Swim right here. Without my very expensive clothing getting ruined.â Still that stone wall refuses to budge, and you throw your last bit of dignity into the ring. If this was anyone else youâd never hear the end of your unrefined words. âSo I am going to get undressed.â
ââAg-lright, just quiet. Your servants hear you and Iâll be lynched in the square.â He sighs deeply, rubbing his hand over his scruff, then gives a little bow. He wants nothing more than to roll his eyes when you offer back a self-satisfied grin, but instead takes a few steps the way you came with a stern look. âIâll ask one of your maiden servants to make her way over here.â
âDonât tell her to hurry!â you chant back, only taking off the heaviest layer of clothing once heâs out of sight. You lay it safe out of reach, before kicking off your shoes and socks and waddling towards the big stones again. Sure enough, the river here is a lot deeper than it looks. Thereâs a ledge in the pool thatâs dark enough for almost any kind of monster to hide. This at least means your midnight escape wasnât a total delusion. The peaceful sway of water grass settles when you dip your toes in the water, and wonder. Thereâs only a brief few minutes where you sit to think, before a slight thrashing once again captures your attention.
Only when you look up, the river is still, safe for a few tiny fish jumping out of the water. You get up, and tie your skirts up higher to inspect. A large maroon shape darts away into the darkness before you can take a good look, splashing droplets all over the river bankâ and you hold your breath. You arenât crazy. That definitely was much larger than any fish youâve ever seen, and such a brilliant color that nothing but yokai could possess it. Brighter than all the finest silks, shimmering like a mirror. You wait for what could be a few seconds or an hour, before⊠someone- something else starts coming up from the darkness.
The olive-golden glitter rises so slow you have no choice but to take in another breath, but luckily donât scare it away. His light chestnut hair is chopped short-ish, and a strangely human faceâ with cloudy black eyes, and green gashes either side of his neckâ where he hovers below the water surface. Itâs not human though. The eyes are big, round and deer-like, nose flatter, and his skin seems almost pearlescent. You donât have the ability to think if youâre brave or just frozen solid. But whatever the case, the humanesque monster seems to stare for quite a while before judging it safe enough to approach.
Itâs only then that you get to see the full extent of his body, scaled from ribs down, with a snake-like bottom half thatâs at least longer than your entire body, and ending in a beautiful fish-like tail that feathers out in glittering threads. âOhâŠâ you breathe, and your arms wrap around yourself for protection, but you still donât move further. Canât, more like.
The half-man is close enough -and real enough- to feel a bit nauseating. Close enough to set every hair on your body on end and have your heartbeat a wild patter. But itâs the voice that really makes you feel frigid, gulping for air when that soothing tone comes out of a monstrous mouth. Whatever you had expected to see⊠wasnât this. You canât make out if the near-resemblance is comforting, or more frightening. You shiver at the black tongue, against porcelain white teeth.
âYou come back.â
Your nod is hesitant, and you fidget with your jewelry in an attempt to calm your nerves. âI- wanted to see who Iâd been talking to, that night. I havenât slept well since then.â
He hoists himself a little further out of the water onto both hands, clawed and boney. âThat was you, right? Makoto?â The brunet only gives a single nod of response, and doesnât take his dark eyes off you for a second. And you want to laugh, though it isnât too funny. The scene is just so absurd that you have nothing else to do, but laugh. âIsnât this weird, talking to each other? How come yokai speak Japanese?â your voice comes, and you only hear how childish you sound when it seems to hang over the river without answer.
Out of all the questions you can ask, thatâs what is most important to you? Makoto is gracious as he scoots a little closer once again, scraping his long, heavily muscled tail up over the pebbles and stones. âI listen very many year. Always listen, listen woman, listen warrior, listen you.â He blinks, and blondish lashes are the only normality you have staring back at him. âAll canât speak like me. I -hmm, pras-â
âPractice?â you try, and he clearly agrees when his tail pats happily on the ground. When you smile, he grins back wide and kind, his teeth are much sharper than yours. Thereâs something so human about the look, that you feel your muscles unwind a little further. You suppose, if he wasnât so strange looking, with the wrong shades and fins here and there; heâd be quite handsome. Heâd go over well with the maiden servants in the clan, too. âMany years, huh? Then- How old are you?â
âHmmm- old. VeryâŠâ He doesnât seem it, though. You avert your eyes when the water flicks over your feet, slowly dropping your shoes to the side. When you look back, heâs gotten closer yet, and is reaching out his hand towards the edge of the water, towards you. Despite your hesitation, and slight disgustâ scaly and seemingly frost bitten pale lips, and unnatural greenish marks along his neck that flare out and inâ thereâs something that makes you want to follow.
A call, or instinct, to glide into the water and feel it embrace you. âYou want come in?â he prompts, softly, and you do. You arenât much of a swimmer even in high summer, and yet. You find yourself closing the distance and reaching out for his hand, letting your fingertips glide along as you get up to your knees into the water, and then get pulled along further step by unsure step. âGood, come.â
âAh- itâs cold!â you squeak, but Makotoâs fingers wrap around your hand to support you even when you get almost up to your chest into the river, water crawling up your clothing and making your chest feel tight. âSh- it's so cold.â
âWater not cold. You warm.â Only when he comes up in front of you do you truly notice how much bigger he is. His hands dwarf yours, and even though youâre higher up, his tail is curved aside to fit on the ground so he stares down at youâ covering the sun from your view. He towers over any man youâve ever seen, and his human-esque top half is still much broader than most. Like a hard plane of muscle, marked with thousands of golden freckles that shift in color the longer you look.
Shivers climb up your legs, and the water seeps your energy out of you. Wrapping your free arm around yourself, you rub some heat into your skin. Those pale lashes flutter as he gives you a half lidded glance, and the freckles that also go across his cheeks color a little more amber. âLady is ⊠cute.â Large hands suddenly slide along your sides up, before dragging over your shoulders and slowly taking your clothing with it, removing one of a few layers as he leans in. âHere, better without.â
âOh. No- I donât- think-â
âShhh. Better, I know,â he seems to get closer, even though you are too busy staring back into the darkness of his eyes to really notice; and let him untie the robes enough to toss it towards the water edge. Then he pauses, and gets up higher onto his coiled tail to pull another layer off and throw it. Until youâre left standing in only your flimsier linen undergarb, and youâre suddenly much too aware of how peaked your nipples are against the scratchy fabric. But his hands slide up along your thighs to start peeling that off too, when you grab for him and shake your head.
Makoto insists. âNo cold when not -this.â His hands keep going up even with your pressure on them.
Having a night encounter with a man is one thing, but you donât know how youâd ever explain this if someone saw. You canât dart away in a flash and escape the consequences. You have to go home after this. âI need my clothes to go backââ you quickly beg, ignoring the soft pads of his fingers along your upper thighs, âand if people see- Makoto, please.â Your whole body aches with the cold, and though the touch feels nice, it doesnât seem right. Your nakedness isnât a simple thing, even if his is.
âClothes heavy. Water donât like clothes.â He turns you around and you lose your footing on the stable flooring, arms quickly clinging onto his wide shoulders for supportâ it does make his point. Your clothes are incredibly heavy soaked, and pull down on you as strong arms ever so slowly wrap around your waist; nose only a few inches from yours. You canât help it, your face gets hot. Cheeks, ears, nose- everything starts getting a distracting warm glow that you do your best to ignore, pulling your lip between your teeth. Even so, he seems to look down at you with intrigue, water reflecting in the black of his eyes. âWhat?â
âYouâre very closeâŠâ you confess, and also try to release some of the tightness of your embraceâ but amusement only brings him closer. He tilts his head, before leaning in until your foreheads meet, and the cooler skin consumes you. âMakoto-sama-â
âHuman kiss, hm?â Heâs so close, and his mouth is right there -and though you have no clue why, you really want to. The thought is almost as real as the air you breathe, feeling his hands roam all over your body through the soaked linen. Your voice doesnât make it out when you nod, but he still lifts you into his chest, and your fingertips dig into his shoulders instinctively. âShow me how to kiss? You little one -hmm- good- fit.â You canât help it, in place of physical heat thereâs a sort of aching fire that spreads through your limbs the longer you stay closeâ and once you start you canât stop.
Your mouth meets his first, lips moving with yours as his arms squeeze tighter; but when your tongue brushes his lips and meets his, he makes a noise. A low sort of purring that rattles his chest, and has him leaning in harder, trying to bury you into his body as your tongues brush and you suck and moan. His taste is mild but his tongue is heavy, and much longer than yours when it slips further into your mouth. Much longer, bigger, and the wetness soon has you feeling like you canât breathe.
You pull back with a gasp, staring at the way his long tongue brushes along those sharp teeth before he leans in more. âAgain.â You try to make some separation between your two bodies, but clearly Makoto doesnât care for it when he clamps his hand down around your hip and kisses you more, melting to you as his tongue brushes against yours. He kisses like youâre the first and last thing heâs tasted, even when you moan a little whimper at the lack of air. His cold skin prickles against yours, grinding his waist against you slowly as your head pounds. Still, it feels good.
You donât ever want to leaveâ and itâs this exact feeling that has you pulling back for air. You must be out of your mind. He stares with a blown out sort of hunger when you say his name again, and run your fingers along his shoulders up a little. âIâm going to get in trouble if someone finds me here- and- itâs not like we canââ Your cheeks get even hotter when you try to say the words, not even sure if heâd understand. Does a yokaiâs understanding include human nighttimes? When he shows no intention of putting you down, you bury your face into his chest, feeling even smaller than before.
Though his skin is cold to the touch, thereâs an intense amount of heat surging between you two, almost impossible to ignoreâ and the way youâre positioned against him, large arms caging you against his waist that pushes into youâ doesnât help anything. You can feel yourself get more slick each time you move your legs. He seems to chuckle when you groan- and as if sensing your train of thought, he rubs his nose along your ear and down the sensitive of your neck with a lower voice. âI want see. Human body so little. Want see it.â
Thatâs the tipping point. Every fiber in your being aches to obey, to let yourself get touched, seen, taken by himâ and your mouth drops open a sliver as you struggle to find words. Your feet canât reach the bottom here, and Makoto seems content to keep rubbing against you in a slow sea-saw motion that makes your center feel entirely hot. And eventually you crack. Blinking up at him, you breathe a faint âokayâ, and let him turn you around. His hands are quick in their exploration, sliding under the last layer up your thighs, squeezing every few inches as he goes up. When he gets to your center, thereâs a little flutter of his eyes, before those digits slide in and brush over your pussy, rubbing just soft enough to leave you wanting. âWarm,â he breathes, and then pulls you a little closer. âYou do me too.â
As he pushes your last layer of clothing open fully and starts sliding it off your shoulders, you allow yourself just a little curiosity. Heâs handsome, and heâs close, and you just feel so needy. Your breathing is still short against his chest, but your numb fingers glide down his sides with purpose as the muscles flex under your touch. His chest rumbles when you whine at the prodding and circling of his fingers around your dripping pussy, and you glide your hands down to his tail. The touch feels a little coarse, but heâs warmer there, and when you rub your palm over the area heâd been grinding into your waist, your fingers feel a softer, spongey slit. Makoto hisses when you rub a finger up and down, and you feel more heat burn onto your face. âHere?â
The question is answered when your finger slips in and is all hot, and something bumps you. But he picks you up and with one swift dash, lays you down on the river bank to get up between your legs. You need to open wide to allow him to fit, and can only whine out his name when the weight of his body over yours pushes you into the cold stones. He licks the air a few times, before grunting. You wish you could do anything other than just flush and look away when his hands descend onto your tits and start touching and rubbing, and the pressure leaves you all exposed. But it doesnât take long for his attention to shift back to between your legs, and now with a better angle, he sinks down to nose below your navel. âHmn-â
The purring is paired with a flaring of the gashes on his neck, and his eyes roll back. When his hands spread your legs up as wide as you can go, he nuzzles into you, and that long black tongue peeks out to lick slowly. You canât help it, you moan. Loudly. It feels like a million pinpricks are traveling your body, as the very long, heavy tongue drags a long strip up your center, and then the tip of it laps at the wetness coating your holeâ that quickly gets pushed open further with each sloppy lick. His tongue pushes inside you as he sucks and the feeling of something so hot and so- squirmy makes you squeeze your eyes closed. Itâs too strange, but you canât pull back.
Your hands even reach for his head to tangle your fingers in his hair and whine, your back curling from the floor. Youâre drenched- no longer just water as your pussy clenches around his tongue that he forces in to lick places youâve never been licked. Makoto wraps an arm around your thigh to pull it over his shoulder when you curl and wiggle against him- you canât help it, it feels so good. Everythingâs so sensitive, like your entire bodyâs been doused into hot water and youâre drowningâ only difference is, youâre actively longing for more.
Itâs better than any drink-induced daze, late night tussle with a stable boy. Itâs even better than your own touch and mind, because heâs just so big and youâre so full, so hot. Your hips grind against his face when he sucks again, and his nose brushes your most sensitive areaâ and try not to let the water into your mouth when you yerk again. âAh, ahg, Makoto-sama. I canât- I canât handle this much, please. Oh dear gods, Iâm sorry, Iâm so sorry. Ah-ughhh, f- ah, please -keep going.â
Your lower belly is wound so tight, and even the sound of his breathing against you feels good. You could melt into the floor with how much slick is coating your insides, dripping out of you around the suction on your cunt. And Makoto doesnât have any intention of moving. Your mind achesâ you want more. You want to wrap your entire body around him and come apartâ as his large hands squeeze your thighs tight and wrap them around his head like he canât get deep enough.
The sloppy, wet sounds of his face burying between your legs to stuff you full of tongue, licking and sucking at your sensitive pussy. It has your muscles so tight as you roll your hips against him, and you canât stop shaking. âOh, Iâm g-gonna cumâ I canât! I canât. It feels so- gud. Ah, ahh. What is happening?â When your fingers clench in his hair, he lets out a long, animalistic groan as he glances back up. Still his tongue isnât fully inside you. âI canât- Makoto, I canât!â Even though heâs reaching further than fingers can, heâs still able to fold the deft black muscle over your clit and slot his lips around it to suck. Hard.
And your body canât handle any more. While his heartbeat pulses through his tongue against your clit, everything goes white, your muscles clenching so hard it hurts. And your heart beats so hard it feels like it stops altogether. If you make any noise at all, you canât hear yourself over the pounding in your head, rattling your body so hard that nothing except you and him exist. Your eyes are shut until youâre aware of how he grunts against you and pinpricks get too unbearable. But he doesnât stop, lifting your body to his face and allowing you to ride out your orgasm against him for what feels like forever.
When you feel like you can hear yourself breathe again, you unwrap your legs from around his head. âI thought my heart was going to explode. If Hitsu knewâŠâ
Your eyes are teary when they flutter open against the light, and the black abysses that stare back are barely narrowed slits. Dipping his gills into water briefly before getting up above you again, Makoto seems different. Thereâs something predatory that wasnât there before. You canât help but go quiet. As his hands drag your body down a few inches, you swallow. âAre you okay? Sorry. I feel like I should thank youâ I havenât come that hard, ever. I donât know about yokai but I donât think I could feel that good.â His muscular body covers most of the river from your view, but you find it almost too hard to look at him. Youâre still hot; but your skin feels cold.
His fingers slide down along your side when he lets out a little groan. âYokai donât do this.â Then he goes to brush his face and mouth along your throat, and you shiver a little at the feeling. âSo pretty. Warm. I like warm. Stay with me?â You let him grind himself on top of you and embrace him the best you can, only fitting around the narrow of his waist, but after just a second you yerk up. Makoto pulls his head back when he notices, and you get another brush against your slit that makes a cold shiver run up your spine. Where the slit sat before, a dick has emerged- and your mouth drops open a little. The thing is vaguely dick shaped, but has spurs at the base like an anchor, is more pointed at the tip; and it also pulses with each breath.
âPretty warm body, good. Smell good too.â
You canât help but swear when you avert your eyes, and instead wrap your arms back around his neck. âOh, fuck.â Surely, this is where youâd draw the line. Right? But the touching of that against you doesnât make your body react the way you think it should. The prodding along your inner thighs just leaves you feeling empty, like youâd like to start all over again. Makoto grunts out a little breath when your tits brush his chest, before staring down at you.
After a few seconds of studying your face, and probably the heat thatâs flooding your features, he licks his lips. âHuman men have⊠hm-â
âYes,â you quickly say. He smacks his lips and grinds against you again. âThey uhm- put it inside.â If the answer shocks him, he certainly doesnât show itâ looking like heâs barely holding back from crashing his face back to yours and turning you over to fuck you like the begging whore you feel like. The longer he just keeps his solid body against yours, the harder it is to ignore yourself getting wet again against the pulsing of his cock. The purring, clicking noise coming from him feels nice, and you pull at him. âYouâre not done yet, right? I can do more.â
You angle your hips a little, and try not to sound so desperate when looking up at him for a kiss. âPlease- put it inside me. I- I want to feel you.â Your hands slide over the rougher scales down between you two to reach for him, and hesitate a little when his cock is heavy and covered in some sort of slime; and it seems to follow your touch. But youâre too far past embarrassment to truly care, and Makoto groans when you wrap your fingers around him to squeeze softly. âI need you.â You really donât know whatâs wrong with you. You feel like your bodyâs being torn apart. You want to be filled, fucked full of him, and get pumped round of his kidsâ all things that you shouldnât be thinking about. You didnât with any men youâve been with. You canât.
Even though you know youâre being ludicrous, when he goes in for a kiss, you cling onto him hard; digging your nails into his back. You donât even know if he could fit. His cock is proportionate to him- but itâs big and long and girthy enough to put any man to shame. You should care. You should care that you could regret being filled up to your breaking point, but youâre just so, so desperate. You might die if he doesnât fuck you. You can feel it. âPlease, please, pleaseââ
âYou slide a few feet across the floor, angry thrashing scaring you up into a flounder as you breathe in deeply. Makotoâs dragged off of you and down before you can even blink, water splashing everywhere; and you struggle back to the riverbank with wide eyes. Now youâre no longer side by side with another person- no, creature- you suddenly feel the entire ache of the cold water. The shortness of breath, the numbness of your lips and hands and feet. You feel the painful sting of your back where youâve been sliced by a dozen sharp rocks, struggling to keep your head above water. And you feel the soreness between your legs of having been filled by something too big.
When you get over the pure shock, you notice the struggling has stopped, and you notice your creatureâs golden shape next to someone else. They glitter and glint even in the low light of the afternoon, and you furrow your brows. The second shape only gets clearer when the light shines through the water and colors the flickers a blinding maroon. Your tongue feels cold.
Your arms wrap over your chest and cover up the best you can when Makoto surfaces again and gives you a kind smile, but you take a slight step back. His long, pale lashes flutter when he reaches out a hand. âSorry. Rin donât want to bleed you.â Your back and your painful scrapes are the lesser of your worries though. Whatever spell you were under, youâve been snapped out of. You feel entirely strange- enough to have hot tears welling up along your waterline. What the hell have you been dragged into? You were going to⊠do things with some monster you didnât know existed until today. Your brain screams and pounds, and your stomach is entirely flipped. But the brunet softly continues. âHe donât like I take you. Can you come here?â
âNo.â Your hair now sticks to your neck and chest, and every second youâre out of the water, is one where the feeling comes back to your limbs. Your arms are so heavy as you keep them up. âThereâs more of you?â You donât know what you expected, really. Maybe you should have known. Maybe you should have questioned. But how could you have truly known?
âYes.â he answers after a beat, and swims up a little closer with a frightening ease. âShhh, okay. He will come. You stay.â You try to tell him not to, but he dips below the water surface before you get the chance to ask him not to, splashing water all over as he doesâ and you donât know what else to do but to stare at the small bubbles that pop as peach blossoms wash over your feet. Before too long, the reddish shape surfaces alongside Makoto. He lingers in the deep of the river however; fiery eyes zeroing in on you without blinking at all. He stays submerged from the nose down, and you canât help but feel too watched.Â
Your heartbeat doesnât calm when the brunet swims up closer, and you take a little breath. âWhoâs that?â
âRin,â Makoto softly, sweetly answers, as if he was expecting the question all along. He smiles wide like a saint, and you have to ignore the voice in the back of your head that tells you to get back in the water. His hand reaches out though, and you almost want to. Almost. Your arms and back break out in goosebumps. Then Makoto looks back at the other yokai, and gives you a smiley once-over. It takes you a little too long to recognize something else that plays over his features though. A strange sort of knowing, like heâs seeing right through you. âYou Rinâs mate.â
You donât know why you donât get up and run.
âCome back in?â
Only that the voice in the back of your head gets more unbearable. You wrap your hands over your ears, and try to hang on.
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Forgot how much I love Atsuko until I saw him again, spent the next hour scrolling his tag and reading about the nasty lil demon
He's so horribleâ€ïž really is his father's son
YeYEUEYEEYE honestly same I go through periods of withdrawal and then severe addiction sFYDYTSST he iSSS HE IS a nasty lil demon heâs a gross guy just like his dad and we love him for it
quick n very unchecked so sorry if itâs full of typos I just missed himmmm
tw mom x son incest, jealousy, ko being sweet for once gets him privileges
âHi, Mrs. Oikawa! Looking good!â
âYo, your mom is young. And hot.â Someone pipes up too loud, making the guys snicker when Atsuko resorts to chucking an empty beer bottle at his head. He dodges just in time, maybe luckily, because the others donât know he definitely meant for it to hit. All except probably Eiji, whoâs brows arch up in a knowing sort of quirk before he takes another few swigs of the alcohol.
âGotta help unload, donât wait up,â he says.
And it can only be the smart ass older guy who mumbles back an amused âTake your time.â
Atsuko doesnât bother to reply further. He mightâve started a fight when he was a bit younger, instead he just jogs up to pick you up into a twirled hug first thing when you get out of the car.
You laugh brightly, and his mouth aches to meet yours. âOh, hello,â your soft voice chants almost song like, rubbing your hand along his cheek just quickly before already starting to worm out of his grip. Too soon. âMissed you, Ko. You should have seen some of the rooms Tooru set us up intoâ they were perfect. Iâve never had such a relaxing time in my life.â Your face is coloured from the sun, a few extra light freckles to be seen on your cheeks when you click open the trunk and sigh at the luggage.
Heâs quick to dip down and steal a kiss when youâre distracted, before tossing the bags over his shoulders and picking up the slumped luggage. âI got it.â
âSure?â Your eyes shine, and he tries his best not to be jealous at the idea that you spent two whole weeks celebrating your anniversary with Tooru. Two weeks where his dad no doubt fucked you in every corner of the fancy suite and every semi-private area of the beach. He is though- extremely. âI leave for a few days to come back to my baby all gentlemanly,â you smile softly when he motions his face at the door.
And he clicks his tongue, before pulling the tip of it between his teeth as he trails behind you to get a good look of your ass in the elegant, but skintight skirt youâre wearing. âIâm wooing you, thatâs why,â he nods back, grinning wider when you stare back at him.
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His hands are on your shoulders as he manipulates you to sit in front of the mirror and look back at the both of you- hanging onto his hand as he stands full, towering height above you. âAtsu,â you start when his one hand moves to your crown, grabbing himself through his boxers while looking at every perfect expression on your face - flushed and needy and distracted, âI just got back, Iâm tired. And your dad will be home in an hour, heâs just gone to get groceries- and- agh.â
He doesnât bother to wait to push his underwear down until his already hard, flushed and heavy cock bobs up between his legs at the sound of your voice. Then his fist wrings around the edge of the head to watch some precum bead at the slit, and he shuffles in to put it up to your face. âMissed you too much. Don't tell me that old geezer tired you out that bad. See what Iâve been dealing with for weeks?â You donât say anything because youâre too distracted with letting your hand wrap around as he insists, throwing his head back when you let your tongue out to meet his pounding tip. It thumps almost meanly with his heartbeat when your mouth lets him invade into it, slowing to suck around the most sensitive part of him. âOhh- fuck. Oh fuck, mom. Missed my momâs fucking- taste so much. Your mouth, ân your cunt- fuck me.â
It makes his entire face reddish with hot blood, mind so empty, and his eyes blurry when fucking into your mouth with impatient bucks. It just feels so fucking good when you donât stop him, let out a soft mewl when sucking your cheeks around his thick length on the way up. âIâm in-,â you smack when you come up, smiling up at him and moaning when his fingers pull into your hair and yank you around, âin a good mood today.â Atsukoâs fucking flushed. Where youâre sitting under him without a complaint in the world, taking his balls into your mouth to make him shudder on his legs and stare down at you with mouth agar, he can barely believe it when you slip off your ring to put it on the grond, then blink up at him. âI like it when you miss me like this. Itâs sweet.â
Your naked chest rises and falls in tune with his, where you blink big, loving eyes up at him Like youâre seeing only him. Thereâs no complaints of Tooru to be heard, and youâre kissing up his thigh in a way that will surely haunt him. âTell me where you want me? Missed you, baby.â
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tw. yandere, dubcon, threats, coercion, some degradation, dom/sub themes, humiliation, noncon voyeurism, former bullying mention, threesome-ish, crying, knife, choking
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akashi seijuro x fem!reader
See, if someone asked, Mibuchi could say that heâs friends with you.
It wouldnât be an outright lie -youâve been in the same classes since middle school, heâs seen how you act around your friends and wave everyone goodbye with a smile- but maybe it isnât exactly the truth either. Safer to say, Mibuchi knows of you. Would even call you an acquaintance of sorts, and heâs pretty sure you guys were sort of friendly when you were twelve and he sat next you in class for a good couple months â he might even have walked you home at some point.
You could have been friends, if heâd been a little less busy with basketball practice in middle and high school, a little less busy with the team. Because really, heâd have had every opportunity to. You were in the cheer squad for a couple years, and heâs pretty sure you were one of the girls who helped collect funds for the Rakuzan bus rides from and to tournaments- and you always seemed pleasant, kind. If he hadnât been so focused on his sport career, he mightâve even had a bit of a crush on you.
Not that he plans on making up for it now, but itâs not hard to see or admit that youâre pretty stunning, you were back thenâ and you definitely are today. Perfectly manicured nails and beautifully glossy hair that makes you look full and warm and modelesque all at once. You shine. Itâs hard not to notice someone like you whenever he sees you at their matches. He knows heâs not the only one. College jocks are hardly the picture of self restraint, and if you think signed athletes are any different, youâd be wrong. But all of that doesnât really matter, because you donât sit in the stands for him.
The redhead that he has spent the past few years playing alongside is lucky to call you more than friends. He respects Akashi. Thereâs almost no way around it when you play on a team alongside the guy, that pure, unfiltered resolve he has, and the steely brute force it sometimes takes the form of. Akashi wouldnât exactly have it any other way too, and though that might get annoying if he were anyone else, Mibuchi isnât arrogant enough to acknowledge that the guy plays best when he knows people he respects have his back. That type of world-class talent doesnât come around a lot.
The redhead that has you sitting looking pretty in the stands is the same boy thatâd shove you to the concrete in grade 2. The one he saw yank your pigtails and put glue in your backpack, isnât he? The one who started the talk that youâd kissed a teacher under the bleachers, and stood by when Hayama stuck his hand up your skirt? Yeah, itâs probably because you arenât friends that he doesnât understand. All he knows is that kids grow up, and he respects the Captain.
So itâs because he respects Akashi that he finds himself in this situation, isnât it?
Youâre tiny. Well, everyone is sort of âtinyâ compared to most professional basketballers⊠but leaning against the concrete pillar with your perfect outfit and your arms wrapped around yourself, not a hair out of place - it is more vibes than actual appearance that makes you seem small. Compact, tiny, quiet, if he didnât know any better, heâd liken you to a skittish little animal. Youâre waiting, eyes scanning everyone briefly as they stream out. Itâs sort of lonely looking, though. His head reminds him it isn't really his problem, but hey, it feels weird to pretend to not see you too.
And he supposes you are kinda friendly, right? As his long legs carry him through the sliding doors of the training center, he plops a sucker between his lips, glances over his shoulder and - makes the executive choice to walk up to you. If only to entertain you a little while Akashi takes his time running through the coachesâ comments, like he usually does. You blank when you notice him walk up, before doing a quick double take at the doors, and he takes the sort of deer-in-headlights look as a question on your end. âAkashiâs probably going to be a little bit longer, if I had to guess.â
âOh. I see.â You let out a nervous little laugh, and wring your hands together, and he takes a brief second to look at you. Sure, he hasnât exactly been very chatty when youâve strolled in during practices with forgotten bento boxes, or when you sit at the very front row during matches with your perfectly presented exterior and a nervous glitter in your eyes, or even when it seems youâve been dragged along to the teams eventsâ but from what he knows of you⊠in the past, youâre not the shy little bunny standing before him now. It almost makes him a little self-conscious. Is it him thatâs making you hesitate, or are you just⊠different now? People do change, after all. Still, it doesnât seem⊠like change.
âIâm⊠Mibuchi, I was in the same class as you a lot growing up.â He finds himself explaining, in case you forgot. He wouldnât exactly blame you if you did. If you managed to forgive and forget for Akashi, you couldâve forgotten most other things.
But you pause, and then your face softens into a slow smile. âI remember you, Reo-kun. We were desk mates in Ms. Tanakaâs class. You were always nice to me.â Right, with your high ponytail and cute bangs and your flowery frilly shirts. Thinking about it harder, he definitely did have somewhat of a crush on you back then. âItâs nice to get to talk to you again, itâs been so long.â
âYou still like basketball, huh?â he asks, and you laugh and look at the floor, before nodding.
It takes a few seconds for your eyes to meet his again. âYes, I guess so. Donât have much of a choice.â It lingers when your voice goes a little more quiet. Right. Because, your boyfriendâs a pro-athlete. âDonât get me wrong, I like the games! Itâs really nice to get swept up in the excitement of it from time to time.â You sound light, breezy ⊠but almost mournful too. Itâs somewhere in your eyes, your long lashes unable to hide the deepness of it. âHonestly, I canât wait for the season to start again.â Another beat passes, before you seem to snap out of it, and refocus on him. âYouâre still playing too.â
Whatever tension crept up in his shoulders doesnât loosen when he grins. âAlmost fifteen years now, canât let that streak go to waste.â He sucks on the lollipop for a long moment, before tilting his head. âBesides, pretty sure Akashi wouldnât let me.â
It cracks your carefully crafted expression. For a split second -surprising both himself and you, it seems, because then your smile is picture perfect again. The same perfect smile you give everyone when they say âhiâ and Akashi laces his hand with yours. Or when you blow back a kiss across the field. And see, he isnât too concerned with peopleâs reactions, usually. But itâs so sudden that it feels ⊠weird. Everything suddenly feels weird. You never wear Akashiâs jerseys, even when he stuffs them into your hand before matches. Not that you have to⊠itâs just, you used to be cheer captain. It seems like something youâd want to do.
That sits weirdly.Â
âYouâre definitely right about that,â you agree, but the light of it doesnât reach your eyes. Before he can think about it, the electronic doors slide open behind himâ and as if youâre burned, you take a few steps away and into a new line of sight. ââJuro, youâre back!â
âWhy arenât you waiting in the car, stupid?â is the first thing that comes out, reaching for you like youâre a lost child, as his mismatched eyes find Mibuchi. His face is perfectly blank of emotion as it always seems to be. âYou guys were talking?â
Instantly, your eyes shoot up to his, and you seem to cling a little harder. âNo! N-no, just⊠Mibuchi was waiting with me. Weâre done.â You fiddle with the chain of your necklace when your boyfriend stays quiet and stares you down, searching for ⊠a lie? An explanation? Whatever it is makes Mibuchi feel like he shouldnât be watching. But he canât pull away from the scene. His teammate eventually leans down to kiss you long and deep, and your shoulders drop a tad bit. Not enough to look relaxed.
âHm.â If Akashi notices, he doesnât mention it, and instead brushes his lips along your temple. âWe should get home then. You look a little tired.â You donât agree, but your feet start moving robotically upon the prompt, and the noiret takes that as the only clue heâs gonna get that the conversation is over.
âSee you two next⊠practice,â he starts to say as you two walk off, but quiets down as you turn over your shoulder to look at him. Thereâs something off about your eyes. At least, he swearsâ there is. It makes him feel like heâs crazy. Because your pretty smile is right there, and youâre wrapping your perfectly manicured fingers around Akashiâs bicep.
The look doesnât fade when Akashi simply nods, and ushers you along with a hand that lands in the dip of your spine. âSure.â
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The next time he sees you isnât at practice. It takes him aback a little, putting the weights he was curling down to straighten up for a better view. Youâre looking around like a lost puppy, and the reflection on the large glass panes boxing him off hides most of you from view, but sure enough- itâs you. Just you, once more, rubbing your hands along your arms as you wait in line for something.
It isnât his business. It really isnât, but- you didnât show up to any of their matches or practices the last two weeks. Is it so strange that heâs sort of glad to see you alive and well? Not that heâd ever think badly of Akashi, but youâd been in such a bad mood when you left, and it just⊠didnât seem right. He takes his water bottle to toss it onto his bag, before jogging on over out of the gates and around the corner right when you slip out of view. A few people walk around him, and he catches a brief look of your face as you hesitantly slip a card into the ATM.
Your hands are shaking. Theyâre shaking, and your lip is screwed between your teeth and⊠if it wasnât you, heâd think you were doing something nefarious. âHey,â he softly breathes as he walks up, and your jumpy squeak only makes him more uncomfortable.
Your eyes are so wide when you turn around. âMibuchi! âOh, Reo⊠itâs you.â The device behind you beeps. âSorry, I,â your pretty face paints on a smile as you take out the money and slide it neatly into your purse, âI wasnât expecting anyone to talk to me.â Thereâs a moment of silence as he scans you up and down, and that horrible feeling drops back into his gut. He canât help it, itâs laced in the air between you two, itâs on his tongue, itâs in your eyes when you blink up at him. âReo? Are you- okay?â
âYes, Iâm fine,â he nods, wiping his hands on his gym shorts. Isâ should he say something? Is there something to say? Itâs not like he can just ⊠ask if youâre being treated badly. Hell- heâs been friends with Akashi since high school- he trusts the guy! Thereâs absolutely no reason he should be thinking like this. âYou look beautiful,â he ends up blurting out, unable to think of anything else to say. âMe and the guys missed you at practice.â
âO-oh,â you giggle, and shake your head. âI was just a bit⊠busy at home, thatâs all. I hoped Seijuro wouldâve told you guys not to expect me.â Either youâre a really good actor, or some of your nerves slide off of you when you look up at him, and this time, he believes the smile. âBut I guess I donât have to tell you what heâs like, he isnât really the talking type.â Thereâs a certain fondness in your eyes when you shrug. âYou know, Seijuro bought me a ring five weeks into dating, when we were in high school. Said he knew what he wanted, and that heâd make me the happiest wife on the planet if I agreed.â You giggle. âAt sixteen years old, he was already that way. I thought it was really romantic back then, his smittenness.â
This he remembers. Akashi talked about it in the locker room once, knowing youâd be cheering in the stands, heâs pretty sure he even showed off the ring despite the ridicule. Did you still wear Akashiâs jerseys back then? He canât for the life of him figure out why he cares to remember so bad. Your tongue swipes out to brush your lips. âWeâre a long ways out from high school now, huh?â Mibuchiâs hand twitches by his side as he watches the smile die out, but what the hell can he say. He wasnât there for either of you, not really. If something did happen, would he even know?
His eyes sink down your face ever so briefly to your throat when you look off. Thereâs a mark purple and red where a necklace would have sat, bruised all around, and though faded- he stops smiling.
âWhatâs that?!âÂ
You jerk away with an uncomfortable glance, and a shake of your head. Fuck, he wants you to say something. He wants you to tell him some stupid story about a rash or a tumble, to tell him to fuck off and leave you be, because it isnât his business- but you donât. Maybe he does consider you a friend. âHey, if- you ever need anything,â need help, he wants to say, but the word doesnât make it out of his mouth. âYou just have to ask, you know?â He doesnât exactly expect you to drop everything and beg for aid in the middle of Kyoto, but the pristine calm that washes over you is almost eerie.
Your eyes find his. âWellâ I- I want to visit my mom.â The tremble in your voice is soft, but itâs there, squeezing your fingers a little tighter. âCan you drop me off at the nearest train station? Seijuroâs off on a little business trip today, and heâs got his car. I donât really⊠want to wait until heâs back.â A nagging little voice in the back of his head tells him not to get involved.
But the voice isnât loud enough. âOf course, yeah.â
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Akashiâs passes are bad today. Heâs been on edge seemingly all practice, wiping sweat off the back of his neck as he talks to the manager- and Mibuchi doesnât feel entirely comfortable just walking up to him. They donât have the friendship they did in high school, and though he still appreciates the guy, thereâs a space there that wasnât there before. As if on cue, the redheadâs eyes flick up and meet his, differently colored eyes scanning him up and down, and Mibuchi looks away. He doesnât want to seem too interested in your business, heâs pretty sure you wouldnât want him to be eitherâ but he canât exactly pretend not to be curious anymore. Itâs basically leaking out of him onto the polished floor.
Did you get home okay after? Did you and Akashi talk? Did you fight?Â
The first hour results in a record of missed 3 pointers and shitty teamwork, so clearly the tension isnât just in his head. Even their stern watcher of a coach eventually grits his teeth. âAll of you, I want you to regroup before the end of the night, or Iâll have you dribbling until your arms fall off.â Everyone straightens out and gives a quick âyes, coachâ. His eyes then slide to the Captain, and he crosses his arms. âAkashi, take a rest, youâre all over the place today.â
âYou almost elbowed me in the face earlier, dude,â the shooting guard softly mumbles upon the prompt, and itâs barely a second before Akashiâs nose to nose with the man, his fist wound in the sweaty jersey by his throat. Everyone freezes up, and even the long-time coach is caught off guard by the sudden flare of anger. But Akashi doesnât falter, and hisses out his words.
âStay out of my fucking way then. This is my court, and youâre on my team. You serve me.â
The gruff older man stands up to separate the two with a short bark of the Captainâs name, as those devilish mismatched eyes flick up. âAkashi! Bench, now. You pull a stunt like that again and youâll remain there.â Itâs like thereâs a black cloud over the entire gym that makes them hold their breath, until every so slowly, the fist unfurls and drops. The redhead doesnât say another word, but his brows are just as furrowed as he steps back, and looks around. Those fiery eyes pass over Mibuchi just briefly, and he swears they stare a little longer than they should. âNow line up, you shitty little brats!â
âYes, coach!â
Shoes squeak on the floor as they line up, and Mibuchi lingers on the interaction a bit longer. The shorter man catches the ball tossed at him, and slowly straightens up as he clicks his tongue. âYes, coach.â He canât shake the glare or the thinly laced impatience in his voice.
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It displays almost three on the blinking alarm clock when the rattling at his door wakes him. Thereâs an impatient knock, and then another few ones about twenty seconds later that have him throwing the covers off. The house is as he left it for the night when he drags himself towards the entrance and waits for a moment longer, before a tiny sniffle catches him entirely off guard. Itâs a woman. His tired mind still instantly comes upon you, and he unlocks the door when a hand again meets the wood.
The apartment light doesnât fail him. It is you, though thereâs a darkness under your eyes -smudged mascara- and your hands are bound before you, as youâre basically held up by your neck and youâre pushed into the doorway. Mibuchi stumbles as his hands land on your arms to stop your fall, and for a brief moment, everything seems okay.
Until the door is closed behind the three of you and the person who pushed glares with an anger that he can feel burn his skin. Akashi. The normally quiet, demanding Captain doesnât have much of his usual restraint when he picks you back up by your arm and holds you out as if youâre a stolen toyâ and he sneers as the hiss of his voice cuts. âYou think Iâm fucking stupid? I saw you looking at her all of last seasonâs practices. But she doesnât actually want you, does she? She tried her very fucking best to run off, to no avail.â He briefly glares down at you when you whimper, and shake your head against the gag in your mouth. âDonât pout, slut, you deserve to be punished. Donât you think?â
Youâre crying. Hard, a desperate, trashing cry thatâs making his hairs stand upright. And he doesnât think you could ever look ugly, but youâre definitely crying like you want the ground to swallow you up whole, and like the action of struggling this hard is causing you pain. âNo, I donât wanna.â
The entire scene doesnât make any sense. Why are you â why is Akashi here? It fries his brain the longer he thinks, and his hands slowly slide off of your arms to take a tiny step back. âCaptainâŠ,â Mibuchi starts, reaching out to hold your hand. Akashi should let go of you. Youâre hurt.
The movement has Akashiâs irises back on his teammate with fire, eyes wide and accusatory. âMove.â He takes you by your collar and drags you like youâre a kitten, before shouldering Mibuchi out of his own doorway to deposit you on the cold floor. It knocks him out of his daze enough to at least process the situation. This canât be his former friend pulling something like thisâ but itâs playing out right before him. What the fuck? âI had to spend the entirety of yesterday driving up to Tokyo because of the stupid shit my flighty little wife pulled,â Akashiâs voice is tighter now, calmer, but not any less vicious as he watches you.
âMaybe if you get on your knees and beg my forgiveness, I wonât let everyone know what a fucking whore you are.â Through the gag, your muffled, pitched voice sounds out in the openness of his apartment. You look so pitiful, and Akashiâs not letting up as he grips your face to pull it only about an inch away from his own. âApologize. You are mine. Doesnât matter how far you run, youâre always going to be mine.â A thumb brushes along your cheeks to get rid of the silvery tracks. âI love you. You know I do.â
âYou should let go of her,â his own voice comes before he has time to think it over. This situation is absurd, and he isnât willing to just stand by to watch you get treated this wayâ at least, thatâs until the other man turns to him and the brief moment of kindness is replaced by a darkness that flashes over his face.
The redheadâs hand disappears into his pocket, glaring at him from his elevated position in the baren light of the room. âShut your fucking mouth, Mibuchi.â Thereâs not a sliver of familiarity left when he clicks his tongue, and like heâs the one whoâs disgusted, narrows his eyes. âDonât forget who youâre talking to.â The tense silence is only made more pressing by the way you give him those fearful eyes, shaking your head ânoâ as the man before him steps a bit closer. âI am not here to ask your opinion⊠Iâm here to punish her.â As he points in your direction, his hand comes out of his pocket with a knife, glittering brilliantly even in the dark, and is then aimed towards him. Your pinched crying starts up again when he pulls your head up by your hair, and Akashi raises an eyebrow.
âYou think youâre the first with notions of heroism? This brat runs like itâs a hobby. Youâre not special.â His eyes burn. âIf I hear you talk to me again, Iâll hurt her,â he breathes, deathly serious as he turns to you, âand if you donât obey, Iâll hurt him, okay? I know you donât want that, baby doll.â When you wildly shake your head again, he kneels down by your side, and Mibuchi canât do anything but watch as the spit-filled gag is pulled down your chin and Akashi cups your cheek to kiss you ever so softly. âI know, I know, itâs okay. You were being friendly, hm? Youâd never use our friend here for your own protection. But you still let me find you, and now you get punished, you know that.â
âSeijuro, Iâm sorry, please,â your voice barely sounds like you. Itâs hoarser, desperate, and cracking with tears as wetness and snot runs on your faceâ âplease letâs just go home. We donât have to make up here, I wonât- I wonât run again, I promise.â Akashi stills for a second too long to pretend to be indifferent. But he still hardens up, and simply turns over his shoulder to look at the noiret with a cold look.
âWhereâs the bedroom?â
âN- âJuro- no,â you start struggling again through your tears, and he wants to help you. âPlease anything but this, I beg you! Seijuro!â Your poor wrists look rubbed raw because of the fabric, and be it the dejected look in your eyes or the sound of your cries ringing through his house -it sparks another surge of adrenaline in him. But the Captain doesnât repeat himself, and the words ring through his skull. Iâll hurt her. âIâll be your good girl-â you start, before dissolving into a mess of cries when the redhead wraps an arm around your belly and pulls you up onto your feet against him. You go soft and quiet when your face is against his chest, and Akashi presses the sharp blade of the knife into your neck.
âWell?â
âItâs to the left.â Mibuchi has no other choice, does he? He has no way of knowing if the man before him would actually hurt youâ he doesnât even know the person standing before him now. As he trails his eyes over the two of you in both worry and stress, the glitter of the ring on your finger doesnât miss him. You really did get married, didnât you? Was it always like this? He canât imagine youâd have stayed as long as you have if it was⊠but then again, he clearly doesnât know anything about Akashi. He doesnât know anything about you either, from the looks of things.
âCome along,â Akashi says, leading the way to the abandoned bedroom with too steady a step. If he wasnât so worried about getting you hurt -or worse- he could probably make a run for his phone charging on the kitchen counter. But by the time police got here, itâd be too late. So instead he just slowly, carefully follows behind as youâre deposited on the messed up sheets of his own bed, and stands in the doorway with baited breath. As Akashi slowly starts to undo each button of your silky pyjamas, a horrible feeling settles in his stomach, and he clears his voice. Thereâs no way it can be what he thinks it is. The stretch of skin revealed to him is littered with fresh hickeys, and Mibuchi looks away.
Not quick enough, clearly, because you pull up a sniffled breath and let out a little whine when Akashi hums. âAlways make me embarrass you like this.â The soft lilt to his tone is almost gentle, if he wasnât threatening you with a knife a minute earlier. âCrying like a baby until you get what you want, hm?â The ruffling of clothes is enough to have heat come up onto Mibuchiâs face, resolutely boring his eyes into the doorframe instead of you. Akashi canât be serious. He clears his voice, and the Captain sighs. âSo how long have you been in love with my wife?â
âHuh?â He looks up to see the way youâre holding the undone shirt to your chest and barely keeping your modesty, and Akashi giving him a blank look. âI- Iâm not-â
âSure you are. Just look at her.â He apraises you from his spot beside the bed, and runs his long fingers along your jaw and shoulder with a little breath. âSheâs absolutely perfect. Arenât you, baby? My beautiful little doll.â The kiss he lays onto your lips is genuinely soft, and loving, and a cold spike comes to Mibuchiâs spine at the sight of you melting into the touch despite everything. âAlways perfect for meâŠâ Akashi whispers, and then straightens up. âThatâs exactly why I canât let you go.â
He turns over his shoulder briefly to look at Mibuchi, and then sighs. âYou should take a seat. Iâm going to remind my little whore wife exactly who she belongs to- you sit and be quiet, understand?â
He canât bring himself to answer verbally, but at the pleading look in your eyes -the one currently eating him up as much as it is sending hot flares down his body- he slowly takes the farthest corner of the bed and sits. Your eyes donât manage to make it to his as Akashi unclasps your arms from around you and peels the last of your soft top off. His eyes flick down instinctively, he canât help it, and makes his mouth a little more dry. Youâre - beautiful, embarrassment coloring your cheeks and ears and chest with obvious humiliation that only makes the redhead hum. âYouâre so pretty.â His rough palm comes under your face to grab it and force it to turn. âLook at Mibuchi, isnât this what you wanted?â
âN-no,â you whimper, but bite your lip hard, and your chest rises and falls rapidly.
âYou donât like being watched?â
âYou know I donât,â your voice comes out soft, but thereâs an edge there that only makes Akashiâs mouth twitch, as he forces you to uncross your legs. He starts work there too, peeling off your shorts down beautiful smooth thighs. The noiret tries to stop himself from watching so intently, he truly does, because itâs clear you hate every second that he stares. But â fuck, your little whimpers are making his heart race. Heâs just a guy, and the stress, and flood of adrenaline is betraying him now. Once your shorts and panties are off, Akashi just watches for a moment, and you take a deep breath. âYou canât bully me into liking it, Seijuro.â
He barely reacts. Brushes his rough thumbs along your tits and over your nipples, and pushes you back on the bed. âShhh. Weâre having a moment, baby. I didnât want to do this, you know?â Akashi speaks like heâs cherishing you with his lips hovering yours, nudging your one thigh apart to make room for his hand as he runs two fingers along your slit. âBut you make me. Youâre just a stupid, dumb girl acting out because you want to be reminded of who you belong to, hm?â You shiver, and he spits onto his hand to start grinding his rough palm against your pussy as you close your eyes.
âNo. No, I don-â
âNo? You did this with Aomine,â he sighs, working two of his thick fingers inside you and you wiggle and hide your face into your shoulder, âand you did this with Kise too. But youâre still here. You just like getting your pussy fucked hard when you make me mad. Say it.â
âAh- Seijuro, I-â His fingers curl in you, and your back lifts off the bed as your mouth opens into a silent moan. âAh, ahâ I like getting my pussy- fucked h-hard,â your voice is barely a whimper, but itâs quiet in the room save for everyoneâs labored breathing as the slick sound of your pussy gets messier and louder. As youâre curling your hips onto his hand and resisting the urge to really fuck yourself onto his fingers, he pulls his shirt over his head and reveals the hard on covered by flimsy basketball shortsâ and you let out a squeak. âSeijuro, âjuro, I feel- mh-â You canât even string a proper sentence together as he grunts, and traps your poor clit against the fleshy part of his palm.
âYou should apologize for using Mibuchi,â Akashi softly says, a faint little grin on his lips that shows the glee in his eyes even more. âGo on.â
âBut Iâ I didnât use- ah, ahh-fuck.â Your wetness is glistening every time Akashi pulls his hand back and forces long fingers back in you- and you stuff the fabric of the gag back between your lips just to bite it hard as your tits are squeezed and he pinches your clit until your thighs shake. Then you cry, and open teary eyes to the man still frozen at the end of the bed. He doesnât want you to look. To notice the shame pooling in his gut. ââM sorry for using you.â Your snively look is too much.
Akashi hikes one of your thighs to your chest as he pulls his cock out and only shakes his head a little in disbelief, before lining up and pushing the drooling, red head in one hard pump inside. You whine out, and he licks his teeth as he grabs your throat and squeezes. âNeedy fucking bitch. If you want to get your cunt fucked harder, you- should-â Each thrust slaps hard against your skin and hikes you further up, tits bouncing as your hands grab his forearms. âlearn- to ask. Now Mibuchi will have to fuck his fist thinking of you, hm? Your- ugh- fault.â
His cock grinds deep inside your belly, hitting that spot good enough that you canât open your eyes. Your ring glitters like your slicked pussy does, and the silvery tears on your cheeks. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â you shake your head and sob, biting down on your puffy lips hard and clinging on. You look sorry. But with each thrust and squelch of your pussy taking Akashi as deep as you can, that look gets a little more faded. Maybe you're good at forgiving and forgetting.
You certainly look it.
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ETCHED IN RED | VERMILLION Part 2
tw. dubcon/noncon, yandere, bullying, age gap, power imbalance, implied stalking
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gojo satoru x reader
Itâs been a while since youâve left the countryside for Tokyo. Itâs been even longer since you had the displeasure of being locked up in a room with the people who stood by while your life â well, you want to believe you can leave old grudges lie. Itâs been half a decade, and people change. As you wade through the group of people, mostly old classmates and their partners, you regret coming alone.
Your cold hands play with the flute of champagne, before you look up again.
Heâs yet to take his eyes off of you.
White hair and those blinding, paradise blue eyes⊠apart from maybe one extra line next to his eyes, he still looks the exact same. Youâre very aware you do not. You made a purposeful effort to remove anything that made you you the second you left Tokyo. But it doesnât really surprise you all that much to see that he still recognises you. Gojoâs might just be surprised to see that you came at all. If you were smarter, you wouldnât have.
Itâs been long enough that you couldâve ignored the invite. Couldâve pretended like you didnât know the class of cheery misfits, that you never got it at all. But Yuuta had sounded apologetic, and maybe somewhere deep down you wanted to believe that everything had changed. That youâd arrive and you wouldnât feel the same helplessness you felt. Maybe seeing one of your beloved friendâs memorial pictures would mend things, and you could let go of the strings still pulling you back.
Being that it isnât just a reunion, but a memorial too; thereâs very little music to fill the space. It leaves everything awfully raw and exposed. Your shift the glass from holding, to placing, to holding again. Flutter your nervous fingers along the stem, as you flip through the picturebooks theyâve left on the table, alongside the framed picture of her. Before she was Yuutaâs flame, she was your friendâ came to Tokyo Jujutsu High on the same train as you. You flip through some of the yearbook until you find a picture that makes you swallow tighter.
Itâs you and her, Makki, Panda, Inumaki. And of course Gojo, white hair hanging loosely over his shades, his arms around Yuutaâs shoulders. You remember the day it was taken. You remember the way youâd brushed away your spilled tears and had puffed your chest out like none of it had any effect on you, and how youâd watched Yuuta ignore you through the gap in the door. While Satoru embarrassed you, humiliated you, threatened to ruin you. The more vile stuff had come only later; but you canât help but think that if anyone had said something, none of it would have happened in the first place.
You wouldnât have had to hide like a rat under the floorboards.
His scent spooks you before he can even make his presence known, has you bumping into the table of entrĂ©es when you turn. Your eyes meet his through the tinted glass, but it doesnât take away from the intensity that stares back. A tad bit too wide to be comforting, a little too wild to feel familiar. Youâre pinned like a bug under his towering shape, and though he smiles, you donât feel it. Gojo Satoruâs even more unsettling than you gave him credit for. Something about distance making the heart grow fonder. âHardly believe my eyes,â he chuckles, âI didnât hear youâd swing by. Itâs been a few yearsâŠâ
You nod back, certain the smile doesnât reach. âI quit, you canât expect me to come by every few weeks. Youâre all busy, and I decided our line of work wasnât for me, soâŠâ
He chuckles at that, and runs long fingers through his hair. âEven though weâre so understaffed?â
âBecause weâre understaffed. Too many familiar faces.â If he catches your underhanded dig, he doesnât show it. But Gojo was always good at hiding whatever was bothering him. âItâs good to see Miwa, Inumaki and Makki again.â Your eyes flick over his shoulder to another familiar face standing among their circle, but canât make yourself say a nice word about him either. A few years ago you wouldâve added him to the list too. But here, you canât call him a friend. âPanda and the staff too.â
âYou look really different. Wouldnât surprise me if the staff didnât recognise you.â He eyes you down for a few moments, before taking your drink out of your hands and downing it. Not even a question, he just takes. Like he can still scare you into owning every part of you. âBut I guess if anyone was going to quit, it wouldâve been you or Yuuta. Mustâve been hard after the funeral.â
It shouldnât surprise you that heâs managing to twist your fondness back onto you. However much it hurt, that wasnât the straw. No, itâs always been Satoru. Heâs the reason you left. He already knows this. You donât expect the picture-perfect smile heâs giving you to slip any time soon. âIt was. Especially because I didnât really have any support.â You glare at him just barely, before picking your now empty glass back up. âFollowing your lead and all.â It doesnât bring you the resolution you hoped itâd bring.Â
Even when you watch him chew his tongue for a response, or when his eyes sink down your chest to your hands clasped around the flute. To the glittering stone on your finger. For once, he raises his eyebrows too high, eyes searching. Maybe he expected the threat of violence to stop you for longer. âGot married in your time away?â Heâs quick to school his expression back, and if it wasnât for the forced jerk of his mouth corners, you could believe heâd actually be happy for you.
âEngaged,â you force out. Itâs the truth. Itâs just that as soon as itâs out, you wish it right back. Thereâs something wrong with his eyes. âItâs been good catching up.â You would add some false pleasantries after, but Gojo would just take it as an invitation. âIâm going to talk to Miwa, havenât seen her in years.â A hand wraps around your shoulder when you try to slip past him, gripping too tight. With one long step he almost forced you into the wall. His smart tongue presses against his teeth, before he softens his grip and lets you go.
âYou look beautiful, baby. Missed your pretty eyes staring up at me like that.â You turn over your shoulder to glance at him instinctively, just long enough to watch the Cheshire grin slip onto his lips. Before he winks, and strides past you back towards the group â stopping only to brush his mouth past the shell of your ear when he dips. âCanât wait to catch up. Itâs been a long five years, hasnât it?â
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ETCHED IN RED | RUBY Part 2
tw. noncon, unreliable narrator, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, yandere
wordcount. 1k
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kozume kenma x reader
Youâve started counting the spots on the walls in the dark. Youâre no longer all that sure if the spots are actually there, but because you donât have the chance to walk up and checkâ this is the next best thing. Your eyes have gotten used to the dim light of the semi-basement, and the dry air, and the lack of heat. It would have made you cry a few days, or weeks ago. Maybe- itâs been a month. Might be two. When you got so ill even Kenma couldnât hide his concern, you stopped counting. And that only started feeling like a critical mistake when you had no choice but to admit.
You have no fucking clue how long itâs been.
Your ears perk up when they make something out over the static. Maybe not exactly a familiar voice, but a voice, ever so faintly sounds from the ceiling above you. Where you know Kenma does his work. Where you know he misses you from up there. You only saw it once before you were led down here, the big room with bright, open windows, much unlike how you know Kenma to be now. Heâs guarded and protective and keeps his feelings close. You canât imagine Kenma to long for freedom like you doâŠ
But still, you want to believe it.
Instead heâs here with you, cherishing you, staying with you. Feeding and caring for you when he has the time. You shouldnât think back to those windows, with the easy latch and flowy curtains. Thatâs what tempted you to fight and escape a few times, even when you only ended up worse. You werenât chained to the wall until you ran. Werenât tied up until you tried to slice his face open with the shard of the mirror you kicked, and now you donât even really remember what you look like.
Kenma does, and he seems to like what he sees. When heâs rubbing his thumb along your brows and down the bridge of your nose - it matters a little less that you donât know. When he helps you untangle your hair, or lets you into the bath. You werenât even stripped of your clothes until you tried to strangle yourself with your shirt after struggling to adapt for weeks. Oh, it mustâve been at least two months then.
The sound of Kenma talking is so muffled that itâs hard to imagine heâs talking to anyone in the room. Maybe a phone call? After a while, you start getting restless. Start rocking the bed until it bangs against the wall twice and the door to the stairs trembles. Then you try to turn onto your side to get a little comfortable, arms still tied to the bed. Still numb.
Until you hear the familiar sound of soft feet walking down, and the key clicks against the metal of the lock. Kenma thought you important enough to hang up. You canât help but feel warm at that thought, but you try not to focus on that. You shouldnât be jealous when heâs trying his best. Thatâs what he says, and when you donât hear anyoneâs voice except for his for long enough, your internal monologue starts to sound like him too. âYouâre being noisy againâŠâ he sighs as he opens the door, hair pulled back from his face into a messy bun. âWhatâs wrong?â
Your entire body seems to perk up at the sound. He drags himself closer, and sits down on the edge of the bed just out of reach. A slight breeze goes along your bare thighs and bare tits and makes you shiver, and Kenmaâs long fingers reach out to brush circles at your ankle. âWhat? You just lonely?â
âM-missed you,â your voice rasps, painful and tight. âJust wanna see you.â You sound like you havenât had a drink all day, and after racking your mind, thatâs probably true. It aches to swallow; almost as much as the dryness in the air. Instead of shying away from his touch, you lean into it as much as possible, and let him run his fingers up your shin to your thigh.
An almost imperceptible smile comes onto his lips, before he scoots closer and makes you bounce with the movement, starting to grin. âYouâre much more lovey dovey nowadays.â His cat-like eyes focus on your face then, as he seems to gather what youâre thinking just from the furrow in your brow. âItâs not a bad thing⊠I think itâs cute. I didnât like it when I had to constantly chase you around or fight you.â
His long fingers cup your cheek with a binding intensity, as he just seems to indulge in the sight of you. Splayed, submissive beneath him. You know him well enough now to say itâs how he likes you best. You like it too when you donât have to fight. ââM cold,â you sigh then, watching as Kenmaâs eyes start glittering with a special kind of joy. One reserved for only you. You used to find it frightening, when you first got here.
âYouâre always cold, huh?â The hand slides down your neck, brushing along your collarbones to make you shiver. âWant me to warm you up?â Without hesitating, he slips his hands under your dull, crinkled shirt and traces it up your ribs to your tits. The touch is enough to have you tremble into his hands, enjoying the interaction maybe too much. Youâre mewling like itâs your job, and his name is the only thing on your lips. It took a while to feel okay about letting him slip his hands down to pull off the boxers, hisâ your panties got taken the first day you got here.
Kenma had been overeager, curious - heâd scared you. Now you just get scared when you wake up and Kenma isnât in the house. Your body curls into the searching touches of his skillful fingers when they brush over the beginning wetness of your lips, and push a knuckle to grind against your clit. âWhen I first found you, I didnât know youâd be so difficult, yâknow,â he sighs into your mouth before kissing you, âyouâre lucky youâre so cute. Make me wanna put up with you.â His fingers turn to rub you open, and your legs spread for him too eager.
âKenma, pl-please, more.â
Whining. Pleading. Youâve become something you no longer recognizeâ Kenma takes the loneliness away for a few hours. He chuckles as you clamp your legs around his hand like youâre scared heâll pull away, and your chest desperately moves up and down. âHmh,â he smiles, âdoes that feel good? What a pretty, little pet, whining for me to fill her up.â
It makes the slight grin on his pretty mouth grow, until he is brushing your cheek with a distant look. His tongue brushes past his lips to taste you on him, before dipping closer to you and grinding his hand deeper into your clenching pussy. âWhat do you think about a trip to Brazil?â
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Iwa-nii but make him stalk me and be so obsessed with me, but Iâm a oblivious head in the clouds kinda little sister and heâs my silent broody big brother noooo he would never hurt anyone iwa-nii isnât like that~ I donât believe u cause heâs the sweetest kindest and bestest big brothur~ in the whole wide world heâs just a grumpy dog sometimes- shhh donât tell but I have to let him sleep in my bed every night bc he has nightmares isnât he just the cutesttt âșïžđ„ș
tw incest, coercion, fingering, semi-public
"I don't know..." he smiles guiltily, "isn't he a little overbearing about you?"
You don't get it. "Niichan?" You've never really thought about it. Of course Hajime is around a lot, but he's your brother. He's the only sibling you have, and you've always been close. Isn't it only normal? "I don't know," you honestly say, pouting as he leans back onto your bed and the shift pulls you a little closer to him. "I think he's just... protective. That isn't bad, is it?"
His pretty smile slips a little, before he shrugs. "Do you even get to have any alone time like that? Or hang out with guys?"
"I hang out with you." You shift towards him when his hand lands on top of your thigh, and the heat of it makes your entire face a little hot. It's that giddy sort of feeling that has you looking down, and biting your lip when his hand comes under your chin to lift it. Your door slams open, and you jump.
Hajime's never dressed inappropriately, not even in his own room, but freshly showered from practice and sweatpants hung low on his hips is something. He's got a nasty glare under dark lashes as he stands in the doorway, and looks even bigger and more muscular than usual. It must be your imagination, but your throat dries a little when he catches your eyes and his anger radiates off of him.
You didn't do anything wrong, did you? You couldn't have. Niichan's not so kind or so patient when he walks up and grabs you by the arm, pulling you away from your classmate. "We need to talk. Now." He basically flings you towards the door before walking up to the other brunet on the bed. "I want you gone when I get back. Don't try me." And then your hand is in his and you're struggling behind him with a whimper.
"Ouch, niichan, that hurts." You're pushed up against the wall of the bathroom as he shuts the door behind him, and then crowds into your space so close that you can feel the way his heart beats hard against you. "What? You're mad?"
"Wh- I-" he starts, before taking a second to breathe, having the air dust over your nose. He can't be mad at you. You don't want him to be. Your arms wind around his waist as you stare up at him with searching eyes, and not for nothing, that seems to calm him enough for him to cup your face and pull you close to him. "No boys. I told you, no boys."
"I know, but- he's my friend."
"He's a guy. You don't know what guys are thinking when you touch and play like that-"
"And you do?" you quickly say back, expecting ... well, something other than the deadpan look Hajime nii gives. He seems to mull it over, before leaning in so your noses are touching and your back is flat to the wall.
"Think about it real hard." His hand slides along your jaw to your neck, before he wraps his fingers into your hair and blinks. "What do I do when we're sleeping together? You think I don't see," the curve of his lips is distracting, getting closer and closer and- "you're pretty. I tell you that, don't I?" Well, he does, but- but-
Before you can answer, he turns you around so your stomach and chest is pushed to the wall, and his body melts to your back as his lips brush the shell of your ear. "When we cuddle, you didn't notice?" His waist is pushing against you now, and it feels familiar, the closeness, the heat, the tingle in your lower belly like you're needing something. His crotch brushing against your ass like it does some mornings, or when you two cuddle in the couch, when he gets home to hold you from behind.
He rolls his hips into you, and his lips press to the sensitive skin behind your ear. "Liar. You knew that niichan wants to have sex."
"I- I didn't-"
"You did know." His other hand trails up and down your belly for long enough to have your pussy clenching around nothing, and you shake your head as his fingers slide under your waistband. "Say 'niichan'."
It isn't much of a demand. The soft breath almost comes naturally. "Niichan. I- your c- your- thing is pushing against me." It is, and he doesn't seem to have any shame as he rocks it against your butt and hums into your skin.
"Say 'niichan wants to fuck me'." You immediately squeak and shake your head even with his fist of your hair, as he kisses, grinds, as his hand trails down into your undies to hear a obvious squelch. "Say it, or I'll go beat your little boyfriend to shit instead. Come on."
"Niichan wants to fuck me..." Your eyes are teary as his fingers slide between your lips and his rough palm rubs against your clit. You can't even think, let alone keep up with what he's saying. You love Hajime nii. You love him so much. What the hell can you do? "Niichan... wants to fuck me."
"Uhuh. Niichan wants to put his cock into that little sister pussy. Like it's supposed to be." Your pussy clenches around his two fingers as he slips them in and a soft breath of surprise, or a light moan maybe, comes out of him. His hard cock is making your entire body feel like fire and water, leaning into his touch. It feels so good, and his chest is pressing against you, beating hardâ and your body rocks along. "Now say 'you want niichan to fuck you too'."
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omg atsuko⊠i miss that little incest demon đ«¶đ
GiRL YOU AND ME BOth I missed him so much I miss his stupid smug face and his attitude and his clinginess and I !!! AgHDJFJFJ hang on I wanna give you a little snippet I scrapped from a fic of his âĄâĄâĄ
tw mom x son incest, dubcon, possessiveness
The weight on you is much too heavy. The brief nap is therefore interrupted without an apology when you groan and try to free your arms from under his muscular chest. At your movement he breathes a soft laugh into the top of your hair, and squeezes you into a solid hug. âHmn, you remember when we used to cuddle like this every afternoon?â
âThat was-â you huff, and one of your arms make it out just enough to pet down his curly head of hair and between his shoulders âbefore you outgrew Tooru. Ahg- Atsuko, youâre too heavy, get off-â
Instead of listening, he chuckles and just turns his face towards you, and hovers that smiley, cursed mouth just a breath away. You could struggle. You could try to get out from under him. But heâs got that glint in his eyes thatâs basically daring you to try, so the best youâve got is to stare him down instead. And your boy just raises a brow, before sliding one hand up your shoulder to hold your throat. âOhhh, am I? Poor you.â
He leans down to kiss your lips slowly and too deeply, enjoying dragging his tongue along yours as you wiggle, and then sits up halfway to allow you room to sit up. But before you can slide out of the couch, his large hands wind around your waist, and one hand hooking under the elastic of your panties, he turns you around and pulls you right back into his lapâ his lips rosy. âCâmere. I havenât gotten to -hm.â He cuts himself off by grinding his hips up against you, and forcing you to hold steady on his stomach. â-let me see your tits. Please.â
âKoâ,â
He doesnât wait before sliding his hands under your loose comfy shirt and pulling it up over your head, rubbing himself against you as he moans. âCome on, dadâs not gonna be home for hours, and Iâm hard just thinking about it.â He is. The flimsy athletic shorts are doing nothing to hide the feeling of the heat of his center against you, or the twitching of his hard cock as it is rolled along your slit. âGot hard seeing you,â he takes one tit into his mouth for a few seconds, before switching to your mouth to moan, âlaying here with no bra, moaning my name-â
âI wasnât,â you quickly breathe back, trying not to whimper as he takes your other tit and rolls the nipple along his teeth, making you jerk against him.
âYou so were, mom.â He lifts you a little to push the damp cotton of your panties aside and instantly starts rubbing two fingers in lazy circles over your clit, and then smiles. His mouth is back on yours and swallowing down an embarrassingly needy moan and youâ cant help it, you wrap your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. âI know you like me most. Thatâs why you always get so fucking wet.â He pants in between kisses, sliding thick fingers through the mess and opening you up. âMakes that pretty pussy so sloppy and I havenât even- taken out my cock yet, hm? You want my cock to fill you up?â
That dirty mouth doesnât stop, not even when he starts kissing down your neck in sloppy, possessive kissesâ tracing marks he definitely left on purpose last time too. Your pussy feels so hot and needy, and you donât fight it when your body longs to chase after the touch to sit down onto his fingers when he slides them into you with a satisfied hum. âMom.â You left your boy pull back to pull his shirt over broad shoulders too, and ignore the look he gives when you rock yourself down onto his touch with tiny whimpers. âMom, take out my cock, câmon. Youâre dripping all over my shorts, and I know you want to moan my name.â
âYouâre soâ agh- f-fuck-â He hoists you up onto your knees to suck a trail of sloppy kisses down your tits, and rubbing impatient but good, such good, motions over your needy clitâ before using his free hand to shove his own shorts down his thick thighs. Your pussy clenches when he rests his face against your midriff, and fucks two long fingers into you until you drip down his hand, and the touches grow more teasing.
When he looks up he has that smug smile again though, and long lashes cant hide the amusement at your tense look, biting back moans. âIâll help you, like the adoring son I am. Here, see?â He takes his cock to brush it along your messy slit, the head glossy and flushed as the thick, heavy length seems to get even more hard by the second. And with his pants halfway down his legs, he looks at you before patting his thigh. âSay âthank you, babyâ. I can make you say my name when youâre getting fuckedâ you canât help yourself, right?â
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