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─── dolly

⚢ pairings ; kisa x fem!reader

✗ warnings; dom!kisa x submissive!reader, dubcon/noncon themes, jealousy/possessiveness, nsfw, softdark!kisa, implied kidnapper / kidnapped.

✎ word count; 2.1k

a/n: i hope you enjoy anon. you didn’t specify if you wanted kisa to be sweet or dark so it’s a mix of both

the roaring and the screams of the crowd slowly begin to fest down as you assume all the cage fights most likely are finished, or at least you hope so with the annoying headache you’re developing from the blaring attendees of kisa’s clubs slash underground fight arena — with kisa in mind you briefly wonder where is her whereabouts, against your own accord which irks your nerves some, she shouldn’t cross your mind whatsoever, especially with the slitter of peace you receive from her around these hours or at least use to. lately her free time is with that manila girl it seems, where it would usually be alongside you with her bare chest against yours and her long legs tangled between your limbs, pressing herself as physically close as possible to you, to feel as much as skin as she could with her fingertips nipping and skimming around every edge and inch of your body she could find, purring while her lips runs suite of her fingertips and kissing you everywhere.

you know what you’re feeling is some sick twisted jealousy at you no longer holding all of kisa’s attention and importance anymore, and it sends a seething throb throughout your gums; for being jealous about it or because kisa now finds that girl more interesting and captivating than you, the letter sends a bolt of rage, jealousy and hurt in your chest, even if you won’t admit it to your self.

maybe kisa simply didn’t find you interesting anymore, she took your most valuable innocence, wiping you of your virginity and in her terms, “making you a woman”, and now you’re plainly no fun, hallowed of your virtual and whatever else you offered to kisa at the time.

you rolled your eyes and sigh out dramatically, abruptly cutting the motion of picking at the hem of your baby pink sweater, in some sense hoping it would also stop the rushing thoughts of yours, like if the two were hot-wired together or something.

it’s doubtful to expect any solitude from your own mind when you’re practically stuck in it as you’re stuck in this room most of the day, but truthfully you don’t see the luxurious and spewed room you’re guarded in, volumed any superiority from that fighting cage downstairs. before your attention and mind was always on kisa, even if it was against your own will as she was constantly by you but now it’s just you, the stone wall and your thoughts.

unexpectedly, and maybe thankfully, your thoughts gets interpreted in a snapped shocked and fear haze when the doorknob of the mental door gets blown off with a pop, following a harsh boom and the door falls in with the trail of gun smoke, your eyes wide and fear seeping through you before the handsome face of richard gecko contrasts the smoke with his typical facial expression.

“that was a tough son of the bitch to crack,” richie stated nonchalantly after a stilled awkward long moments, loosening his shoulders and adjusting his glasses in the most richie gecko manner. you look up at him dumbfounded from where you’re seated on the bed, eyes darting back and forth to the destroyed door and to richie staring at you casually.”why?”

you asked with a few pauses, trying to understand the meaning of this with the very few braincells you’re working with right now. shrugging and taking large strides with his long legs, helping himself to your horchero and slurping while his eyes basically beam at you.

“seth had something to discuss with kisa, i got bored and found myself here,” he smoothly lies to your face, arching a brow at the mudded bullshit, kisa wouldn’t pass by seth willing on the sidewalk let alone agree to discussing some things; they need her, trying to convince her, then threatening her, and when that goes to hell, (which it obviously has) comes you to dangle in front of kiss for her agreement and operation. at your heated stare and eyebrow, calling bullshit, does richie finally cracks.”fine. there’s some demon hell-hole shit happening and we need kisa’s help, butttt, she refused and now you’re our only bait.” richie admits, shrugging, stilling on him for a moment before rolling your eyes.

“good luck with that,” you murmur. “i haven’t even seen kisa in a few days, she hasn’t slept here either, If you want bait go get her new beloved chica she keeps at her hip,” you utter quietly, picking at the hem of your sweater again, richie’s eyes silt in confusion at your words, trailing down at your movements and meeting the bare of your legs and thighs as you opted for only a top and underwear tonight, something he hasn’t noticed until now.

parting his lips slight, before speaking.”why do you stay with her?” richie asks you softly, his baby blue eyes intent while awaiting your answer.”she scares me.” you respond back without a beat.

“bullshit kid,” richie calls out your lie immediately, an edge of a chuckle escaping his mouth.” well for the record if kisa replaced you,—which i seriously doubt— she’s a moron.” you smile girlishly at richie’s words, his presence comforting which you honestly never thought would happen, but after being alone for awhile you think any familiar face would, especially richie’s when he’s being this sweet and gentle.

“thank you richie,” you thank him shyly, a soft blush spreading across your cheekbones, richie reflects your softness and sits down on your’s and kisa’s bed, in a way it makes you feel guilty for some reason, but deep down you know why, the tension in the room is too intense to be fit platonic between you and richie. gradually richard scoots closer to you as you continue to keep your head down and flick your sweater, darting his eyes downwards before reaching his hand out and grasping your fingers, untimely interlocking your petite fingers with his large ones and resting your interlocked hand ontop of your bare thigh, looking at the scene for a second before speaking out.”don’t get so caught up about her, she’s not worth it.”

you shyly pry your eyes from your thigh where your fingers are tangled with richie’s tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, parting your lips to reply before a voice interrupts you.

“and you are richard?”

your body goes still at the sound of kisa’s voice, her tone calm but you can hear the intense ire hidden in plain sight, you shift your gaze towards her and she instantly catches it, her eyes piercing into yours, before drifting to where your and richie’s intertwined hand sits on your thigh, her jaw strained with clenching it while her lips are stretched out in a sneering smile, flickering her eyes back to you, waiting for you to show any movement of separating from richie and stop him from touching you, from touching what’s hers.

richie smirks lightly, obviously sensing how enraged kisa is with her glare and other obvious factors.” yeah, i am worth it.” richie replies cockily. “i bet I’m also more worthy to fuck her than you are.” kisa’s eyes narrow and her lips curl into a snarl, quickly phasing into her vampire form and soon slamming into richie, taking him off guard but he intakes fast, also shifting his vampire-self and fighting back as you just watch indifferently.

“she’s mine richard, not yours, or will ever be.” kisa hisses at richie, taking hold of him and slamming him into the fallen metal door, knocking him out cold, even so her rage still steams off of her but retains it well enough to transform back to her regular appearance, and soon her wrathful focus landing onto you.

her long legs make their way towards you in heated strides while you hurry and scoot yourself upper on the bed to create as much distance from kisa as you possibly can, which is laughable when no longer than a few seconds later your face is in kisa’s tight grip, her long fingers pressing on your cheeks and hallowing them out from the pressure she’s applying.” mine.”

you gasp, muffled by kisa’s bruising kiss, the force making your lips ache as she drapes her lower body onto the bed without breaking her lips from yours, her hands grabbing your hips in a possessive and jealousy frantic, her hold almost crushing, squeezing your hip.” mine to love, mine to kiss, mine to claim and mine to fuck.” kisa raspy’s roughly out in a low tone, her lips hovering above your ear before she attacks your neck with her teeth, crying out each time her mouth attaches to your skin and claiming it, soaking each mark in her saliva to soothe before continuing.

“Is that all i am to you? someone to fuck?” you question breathlessly, completely disregarding the love part, wanting full open reassurance to put your worries away. whining when kisa bites the base of your throat, dulling the pain with her tongue over the fresh mark quickly before wrapping her fingers around your throat and making you look directly into her eyes.” my little perfect doll is what you are.”

at her words you feel the arousal roughly form in your stomach, slick wetting your underwear embarrassingly fast from being deprived of kisa’s touch for days now, closing her eyes and tipping her nose up, inhaling and clenching her jaw tightly from the scent of your arousal. anger flowing through her at the thought of it possibly being from the touch and attention richie gave you minutes ago.

lifting your sweater and sliding her fingers inside your panties, brushing up against your folds and making sure just the tip of her fingers slightly dip inside of you, needing to know how wet you are.” oh mi māori, you’re fucking soaked,”kisa husks out, glancing at you, feeling herself begin to lose control at your expression and reaction to her touch.” is it for me? or him?” kisa asks darkly with her hold on your hip with her other hand tightens, her accent slipping through and sends another rush of slick and coating her palm, groaning before she roughly thrusts her middle finger into you, burying her face in your neck.

“all for you, always all for you,” you let out a high-pitched whine that leaves your throat practically raw, your body heating in pleasure, arching your back off the silk sheets when kisa’s secular digit sinks inside you, your pussy swallowing it whole greedily. kisa clenches her jaw hard, feeling how tight you are that it almost gives her no room to trust her finger in you, watching with a dark lustful haze as she begins to add another finger, that instantly bottoms out, her fingers now fucking you knuckles deep with your cries encourages her fast and rough pace.

her lips attaching themselves to your neck again in a frantic desire to claim you as hers, her other hand holding your hip and keeping your sweater from getting in the way of fucking her fingers inside of you, your moans becoming more whiny and needy when kisa hits a certain spot, her lips becoming more sloppy and harsh with each bite, going over already marked skin and sinking her teeth in them again to satisfy herself, growling when you make a particular noise she likes more than the others, her eyes glowing and fangs piercing her gums, your walls tightening around her fingers indicating you were close to her orgasm, closing her lips around your pulse before sinking her fangs into your neck and triggering your climbmax with a rushing snap, your eyesight dotting and your legs shaking uncontrollably, lips parted in. breathless whines and your nails digging into kisa’s back, your orgasm intensifying from kisa’s fangs being buried in your neck.

kisa’s lips meets yours in a forceful kiss, lazily still trusting her fingers inside of you to ride you throughout your orgasm, withdrawing her fangs and licking up the smear of blood, planting a sloppy against the mark and the rest of your neck.

sliding her digits out of you and letting out a raspy laugh when you let out an adorable cry from the now lost connection and contact, leaning down and tugging your bottom lip with her teeth, smirking from drawing out another needy sound from you. releasing your newly formed bruised hip, your sweater now falling flat.

gently she parts your pouty lips, shoving her fingers soaked in your slick between them and making you taste yourself, making sure you suck her fingers clean before taking them out with a pop, kissing you roughly.

“all mine.”

#sb

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