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Kill me Romantically (Adachi x Reader fic)

Fifteen (Chapter 2)

☆ Tags/warnings: violence, noncon, injuries, kidnapping, oral

☆ Chapter one is here: Broken Toy.

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It wasn’t cold anymore.

The temperature of the basement where you were imprisoned didn't change at all. You had just been there long enough that you were now used to the chilly air and lack of warmth. It was nice, actually. You didn't have to curl into a tight ball to generate enough heat just to fall asleep anymore. The thin blanket Adachi, the psychopathic criminal who kidnapped you, left for you was enough. There was a small bathroom connected to the side too. There was no soap or anything, but you found comfort in letting the cold water in the shower fall all over your body.

You hated it, you absolutely hated it!

Why were you getting used to this!?

But you had learned to be patient. The hope of escape hadn't completely disappeared. You still had a strong belief that someone would rescue you. However, you had to behave. You knew now, more than Adachi himself, that there was no way you could get out of there yourself. You had to wait, like some captured princess in a video game, to be rescued. It made sense, funny enough. After all, the whole Persona situation and going into the TV was an unimaginable fantasy, just like a video game.

It just... really hurt that you had to be the one to be tortured like this. Why couldn't it be someone else? Why couldn't it be Yukiko?! She was just like a princess, literally! Her shadow was all about that! Or even Rise. She was a cute famous idol. You bet if she went missing like this, the police would've found her ages ago! Your friends would've found her by now! Why hadn't anyone found you yet?! Was it because you weren't important? Everyone thought you just ran away. That's what Adachi said, after all. Your friends probably thought so too and had gone back to playing heroes to the people being thrown into the TV world. They were too busy to be your hero.

You didn't want to think this way, but what else were you supposed to think? That it would be okay and they would find you soon? It was too much. Having baseless hope like that drove you crazier with each passing day. You blamed yourself. You had all the time in the world to think and that gave you enough time to realize how much you hated yourself. What kind of idiot would go to a man's place in the middle of the night alone? And not even tell anyone! It was your fault you were in this situation. You were the one who fell in love with a psycho.

"Just get through today," you repeated to yourself, probably hundreds of times because Adachi would visit you every day. It was how you kept track of time. When he visited you, it meant another day had gone by. Each time he'd touch you or hold you. Sounds romantic without context. It was all with violent intent. From digging his nails into your flesh and scratching as he held you on his lap to slapping and hitting you or pinching you when he'd caress your face, nothing was more entertaining to him than leaving another bruise or mark on your body. And another scar on your depleted sanity. But he wasn't satisfied with small stuff like that. Of course he wasn't. This was the man who fucked your throat without a second thought of how much you begged him to stop.

Adachi couldn’t get enough of your mouth. Seeing the saliva mixed with your tears roll down your red cheeks as he had his cock buried in your throat was addicting to him. He would force you on your knees as you desperately tried your best to make him cum so he wouldn’t hurt you more. It wasn’t everyday, which was the one mercy God blessed upon you, but often enough for you to be numb to it by now. You even learned how he likes his blowjobs.

You were lying on the mattress staring blankly at the wall. It was all you really could do down here. Just think and think and think some more. You used to spend it thinking of ways to escape. Maybe if you could somehow take Adachi by surprise, get around him and bolt towards the door. Then just run. It sounded so simple, but you had been here long enough to realize that escape was nigh impossible. He locked the door when he came in. He had a key of somesort. You had felt around his pants one time while sucking him off. It wasn’t fun either, having to make sure you were doing a good enough job so he didn’t grab you and start throat fucking you while discreetly trying to see if the key was in his pocket.

It wasn’t.

Or at least you didn’t feel anything. You assumed maybe he hid it deep within his suit jacket he always wore.

Now you spend your time thinking about your life. You relived every memory you had. You found comfort in remembering your life before you were captured. And then, you’d start to think about what you’d do when you got saved. Maybe you could go back to saving people on TV with your friends. Though, by then, the criminal doing that would be gone.

Because if you were able to be saved that means Adachi would be locked up.

You heard the door open and close, interrupting your daydreaming. You started to sit up and mumbled to yourself. “That’s fifteen…” Adachi would usually come to see you after work. On weekends it was a gamble. It made sense. You came to the conclusion he was probably using you to blow off steam from getting yelled at from Dojima all day.

You used to really like Dojima. He tried hard. Now you wish he’d just get fired. Or move somewhere far, far away. If that was the case, maybe Adachi wouldn't beat his frustrations out on you. You knew that wouldn’t happen though. Dojima wasn’t the single cause for Adachi being this way. There was something deeper that you, possibly even he, didn’t know. Plus, even if that happened if he didn't have a use for you anymore he'd kill you. There was no way he could simply let you go.

Without even saying anything he walked up to you, grabbed your arm, and violently pulled you onto him.

It was the start of today’s visit.

He had you in his lap, his hands tangled in your hair. You were already crying at this point, but whined even louder when he’d suddenly tug on it hard. He’d chuckle at your cries and go back to rubbing your head, then do it again. You whimpered and tensed up at every movement of his, yet somehow he always knew when you’d least expect him to yank your hair once again. The stinging pain all over your scalp transferred into a giant migraine as well.

“It hurts!” You yelped as he did it once again. He just laughed. You bit your lip trying to suppress another sob, but it was no use. Tears were streaming down your cheeks and your shoulders were trembling. Your entire body shook in his lap and he adored it.

He nuzzled his cheeks against your neck. “Mhm, it hurts doesn’t it? Just like this bruise here. It's fading already, didn’t I bite you only yesterday? You recover quickly.” His hands traveled down your body and he linked both arms around your waist, pulling you close. Fear shot up your spine. This couldn’t be good.

“…you bit me three days ago… all over my arms and legs and-”

“I don’t need a fucking timeline.”

His breath was hot against you and you squeezed your eyes tight preparing for what you knew he’d do next. You wanted to run, but if you did that it’d just be worse. Just get through the day, you had to just get through the day.

His teeth sunk into the already bruised skin. It hurt so much more than you thought it would. You gasped and instinctively tried to pull away, squirming and wrestling in his grasp. His hold on you was too strong. You were at his complete mercy as he bit you hard enough to leave a worse wound than before.

When he stopped he scoffed and his grip on you softened. With a single hand against your back, he pushed you off him and you fell onto the floor, using your palms to catch yourself from a complete face plant. You glanced back at him with fear and saw him wiping his mouth. “Damnit, got blood in my mouth.” He muttered angrily to himself.

You scurried to the other side of the room. It wasn’t far since the room was quite small, but the comfort of having distance from him helped keep your mind off the agony you were suffering through. The adrenaline pumping through your veins definitely helped numb the pulsating pain in your neck and scalp.

You curled yourself into a ball. Back against the wall and vision straight onto Adachi. You two locked eye contact as he stood up, towering over you with that dead expression you knew far too well. How could he torture you so and still look so empty? It would be a mystery you could never figure out.

“Tired already, doll?”

Your eyes shifted downward and you saw the tent in his pants.

“My head hurts.” Your voice was shaking. “A-and my neck is bleeding. I sobbed and trembled enough for you haven’t I? I-I can’t do that… I can’t, adachi, please you already won tonight!“

The distance between you two was short lived. In seconds he was back in front of you. With one hand, he slammed it against the wall right beside you. Blocking you from moving anywhere else. With the other one, he began to fiddle with his belt. You could feel your eyes grow hot again. It was always like this. When you were beaten and felt like you couldn’t go on, he’d violate you like this to remind you, you truly were his toy.

In a moment of panic, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind in an attempt to maybe distract him. “Are you the one throwing people in the tvs?”

Blurting that out was a bad idea.

You had come to that conclusion a while ago. Maybe the second or third night here. There was no evidence besides him being insane, but that perfectly fit the idea of a crazed murderer. After all, you didn’t remember what happened when you got thrown in. It was a blur. One moment you were at home and the next you were facing yourself… your shadow. That’s how you got your persona. That’s why you hung out with Yu and all your friends.

And eventually, that’s how you ended up meeting Adachi.

The world stopped. Adachi glared down at you with an expression of surprise. His eyebrows raised with pure confusion while his hand was still on his half undone belt. It didn’t seem like he was confused on the aspect of a human being able to be thrown into a TV, which seemed to confirm your theory that he was in fact guilty, it was like he was confused you’d ask such a question. Then, in an instant, the hand blocking you from moving was in your hair again. He crouched down and yanked you towards his face. His eyes wide with a crazed gleam.

“Why the fuck are you asking me that?” His voice was cold. It was scary. He was always terrifying, but this was different somehow. Before, he was terrifying because he was the guy who imprisoned and tortured you for fun.. But this… you were truly face to face with a killer. He had a darkness to him that would be burned into your mind for the rest of your life.

Every hair on your body stood on its end. You didn’t want to keep eye contact with him, you wanted to look away and cry. But you couldn’t! You couldn’t move at all! That’s how scared his look made you.

“Did…” you meekly responded, hesitant. “…did you… throw me into the tv…?”

His grip on your hair became nonexistent, causing you to plop right back onto the floor. Unfortunately, you weren’t able to enjoy the feeling of your hair not being pulled on for long. In a flash, you were knocked onto your side. He kicked you. Hard. His foot rammed into your tummy with a force so strong all the air in your lungs was knocked out. Lighting strikes of pain pulsed from your ribcage and you screamed.

This was different from the biting and pinching and even the cock sucking, it was just like when he knocked you out back when he kidnapped you. You could never forget how he punched you with all his strength, making you bleed so much you couldn't believe you didn't die. Back then you had the mercy of blacking out right away.

You wrapped your arms around your stomach. Coughing and wheezing. Your agony meant nothing to him and he just kicked you again. And again, again, again and only stopped when you rolled over as vomit poured out of your mouth. It was straight acid buurning your throat since you had a lack of proper food in your stomach. It was dreadful. Since your capture, he has never hurt you this bad. Your thoughts were racing about how this was the moment he was going to snap and kill you. But Adachi wasn't going to kill you. He was breathing heavily as he watched you vomit, the acidic bile mixed with blood puddling up onto the floor. The only thing he could think of in that moment was how he just fucked up big time. How could he allow himself to get that mad. What if your ribcage was broken? What was he suppoed to do?

“Oh my god, fuck, I don't know what came over me. I just meant to-” he cut himself off, muttering as he watched you writhe in pain. This emotion he felt while watching you sob in pain wasn’t the same as usual. He couldn’t get off to this. This wasn't him having fun, this was an act of sheer anger. Uncontrollable anger, not for pleasure. “It was an accident… shit, how could I lose control of myself like that?”

This god awful town drove him absolutely crazy. Everyday, he has to go back to that job. He had to put on some fake smile to get through the day, he wanted to kill himself because death couldn’t possibly be worse than living his life. So boring. So empty. Magically, he discovered he had an ability that must've been a gift from the gods. He was able to push that common whore into the tv and he was even able to do the same with that bitch of a highschool student. After that, it only got better. He was lucky enough to answer that phone call… his life was starting to make sense.

And if that power was a gift from the gods, you showing up to his place in the middle of the night, unprotected, must have been a gift from satan himself. To this day, he thinks about the first time he met you. That innocent face introducing yourself to him, a cute girl who was senstive and stubborn. Before you had a chance to love him, he was watching you. Fantasies of tainting you plagued his thoughts. The image of your crying face turned him on and he was desperate to have the chance to abuse you. Rhat night he finally had the chance. You walked right into a mistake that Adachi was proud of. He thought the power he was gifted was the only interesting thing this shitty world had to offer, but no, you were given to him. Not only did his job become much more fun, his home life was even more thrilling.

You were so much more fun than the TV.

So how could you bring it up? It was offensive. Thoughts of him should be the only thing on your mind. You should be thinking of how scared you are of him, how to please him, how he was your God now. He owned you. Your purpose should only be to serve him.

But the best thing… was you walked straight into his grasp. Willingly, you got yourself chained up for him to use however he wanted.

Seeing you cry, the marks and bruises on your body from when he hurt you, the begging, the pleads, nothing felt better. In his entire life he’s never had so much fun.

But just now he directed his hate for this town onto you. He didn’t mean to, his body moved on his own. You were his distraction. The only thing he had here. Adachi didn’t want to hurt you because he was angry. He wanted to hurt you because it was fun. “Doll, I shouldn’t have,” he crouched down beside you. Putting a hand on your back gently. “There, I apologize. I'm being nice. So, you're welcome-”

Energy surged through your entire body. Surpsingly, this agonizing beating fuled that baseless hope you held onto. Thoughts of how escape was impossible vanished and were replaced with the desire to get the fuck out of here. It must have been adrenaline guiding you. You have never felt such strong determination. But at this very moment the only thing on your mind was to run, to fight back, to not lose against this monster. “Stay away!!” You jumped up and bolted to the door, it was a real sorry sight. When you reached the bottom of the stairs you had gotten on all fours to get up to the freedom that was atop. You grabbed the handle and started turning and pulling, praying for some kind of miracle that would have this door open. “Please, please!”

You heard footsteps behind you and you whipped your head around. Adachi was approaching you, slowly. Your heart was racing. There was no turning back now. You formed two fists and began banging on the door instead. If you made enough noise someone would be bound to hear, a neighbor, someone passing by the place, it was a desperate plan. Yet, fitting. You were, after all, very desperate. That’s what got you into this mess in the first place.

“Help me! HELP ME! I’m t-trapped, someone, anyone, save me!!”

A hand pressed against your back. “Scream louder, no one is going to hear you like that.”

“Don’t touch me!” You screamed, digging your nails into the wooden door. “HELP! HELP ME..! someone…. Anyone! Help… me…” your voice was cracking and the tears started streaming down your face again, it was so normal for you to cry nowadays that you were used to the headache that followed. Your banging soften and your throat dried up. “…please.”

Defeated.

The spur of motivation disappeared as quickly as it came. You were utterly defeated. You didn’t even struggle as the oddly comforting hand that had been on your back while you were screaming nudged you back down the stairs. You followed Adachi, side by side, with your face buried in your hands.

Adachi guided you back over to the mattress and told you to sit down. You slumped down and continued crying. Your hands were muffling the sounds of your weeping and when you recognized that you realized how odd it was that Adachi wasn’t using this opportunity to punish you. Especially since you did something as reckless as screaming at the door. Before, if you even got near the staircase he’d drag you back to the other side of the room and hit you while saying horrible things about how he owned you and how worthless you were without him.

“Why aren’t you mad?” With dewy eyes, you glanced back up at him. “Go ahead and hit me and leave, I wanna go to bed, I want this day to be over, so just hurry up.”

Adachi sighed, a hint of annoyance in his breath. You couldn't tell if he was annoyed at you or himself, yet it didn't really matter. “I’ll allow this outburst as an apology, and you had it, so start behaving. I won’t be nice like this again so you better appreciate it.” His eyes widened just a tiny bit as he placed his hands on your knees. He gripped them hard, causing you to wince, his nails digging into the skin. “But if you go near the staircase or god forbid, that door, again I will ruin you.”

Your lips quivered. “…okay.” was all you could muster to stay. You’ve reverted back to the perfect, behaved toy you had learned to be.

“Good girl.” With his hands still on your knees, he forced your legs apart. You yelped in surprise, after all you were still wearing a skirt, you tried to force them back together, but even if you were in tip top shape there was no way you could beat Adachi’s strength so theres no scenario where you could fight back with how beaten up you were.

“What are you doing?!”

“Apologizing.” He settled himself between your thighs, removing his hands from your knees and reaching for the hems of your panties. You tried to use brute force your legs shut again, yet it was still no use. His body was comfortably between your bruised thighs and with him slipping your underwear off, throwing it to the side somewhere, your privates were completely and utterly exposed to him. “I’m returning the favor, it’ll feel good. See, I treat you well. Where's my thanks?”

His breath was hot against your pussy. Sure, you were numb to sucking his cock and swallowing his cum, but that was pleasing him. You never ever thought he’d want to do something that would make you feel good. And it wouldn’t! His sicking touch wouldn’t feel good! You don’t want to do this with him! And if he ever was going to, why now?! Why after having your stomach kicked in and you felt so sick, why did you have to suffer through more of this? “I’d rather you just leave!”

“I said…” his fingers wrapped around your waist and roughly pulled you closer to him. “Where’s my thanks?”

Ah… his voice was cold again. It was as you said. You were defeated. He may have allowed you to go bang on the door a few times to get it out of your system, but even so he was still the monster who was holding you captive and torturing you everyday. Mentally, there was no way you could defy him when he looked at you with that blank, emotionless expression or that cold voice.

You squeezed your eyes shut. Get through the day, get through the day, just get through today! “…thanks…”

“What was that?”

“Thank y-you, Adachi! Thank you..!”

“That's more like it.” He dove back between your thighs. His fingers found the comfortable spot right on your sensitive bud, rubbing in a slow circular motion. You bit your lip to suppress a whine. It felt weird. You didn’t know how else to describe it. His fingers were long and rough and oh god, are you actually about to moan? There's no way you’d give him the satisfaction. Heat was pooling in your core. It only got more intense as he dipped a finger inside you. You gasped and squeezed your eyes shut even tighter.

A sudden bolt of pain shot up your thigh and you violently shot your head down to see what he was doing to you. Adachi was sinking his teeth into the soft supple skin of your thigh, applying enough suction that you knew it would leave another mark to stain your body. He pulled back with a pop and he slyly peered up at you. “I want you to watch. After all, I’m being super nice aren’t I? I’m putting a lot of effort into giving you pleasure. So watch.”

You whimpered and fought the urge to struggle and shut your eyes. Your body was still aching from all the beating from earlier, but the mix of pain and pleasure was something you couldn’t describe. Your brain was fried and your thoughts were swirling around in your head. You couldn’t focus on a single thing. Even while you watched Adachi fingering you knuckles deep, it didn’t seem real. Too much was happening at once. It didn’t help that he added a second finger, stretching you out even more.

Whimpers escaped your throat. “I don’t like this, I don’t like this!”

“Why are you so fucking wet then?” He curled his fingers inside you, hitting a sensitive spot inside you. You threw your head back involuntarily and let out a sound you didn’t know you were capable of making. You heard him snicker and with his free hand he grabbed your hair once again, forcing you to look back. “What did I say? You’re going to watch.

You sniffled back another sob. “I am, Adachi, I’m watching. Please don’t get mad…”

“That’s my girl.” He pulled his fingers out of you and held them up, glistening with your slick. He scissored the two fingers with a sadistic grin replacing the usual dead expression you see. “Look how slutty you are. I mean, my fingers are dripping with your juices.”

You shook your head slowly. “No… thats not…” You had no excuse for the slick dripping from his digits.

“Hm? Do I need to ask you again?” Adachi crouched down and bit your lip in anticipation of what he was doing. Was he going to bite your thigh again? He’d for sure do it harder this time. You were so mentally focused on preparing yourself for that jolt of pain that when a tongue swiped against your clit you couldn't help but whine and buck your hips ever so slightly. Once again, he peered up at you with that pitiless gaze. “Why are you so fucking wet then?”

Only incoherent half sentences left your mouth because you genuinely had no idea how to answer that. It was normal, it was your body responding to him touching you like this! It didn’t mean you liked it.

It was Adachi doing this to you though. You used to fantasize about him making love to you. This was far from those dreams, however. It was supposed to be romantic and he’d be gentle with you, telling you he loved you and more of that corny stuff you see in manga and anime. You had been here for two weeks and somehow, even after being tortured and abused by this man, part of you still had a soft spot for the idea of Adachi you made up in your head.

It's laughable.

You really are pathetic.

His tongue was lubing up your cunt. His saliva was mixing in with your wetness. Soon, he sunk his tongue inside her. His nose was bumping up against your clit and the lewd squelchy noises of your pussy filled the room. You were gasping and whining and moaning. You didn’t waste energy trying to conceal your voice anymore. Your mind was going fuzzy and you lifted your hips a tiny bit, to give him a better angle to eat you out.

Whore.

Pleasure pumped into your core. It was such a foriegn feeling you didn’t know how to react. Your legs were shaking from the stimulation and you watched Adachi sucking your clit feverishly. His dark hair filled your vision and without thinking you gently placed your hands in his hair, just like he did to you. With very little force you pushed him away, because if you actually resisted he’d get mad. “It’s too much. Please, i-i don’t, I can’t!”

Adachi thought it was funny, listening to you babble like that. So, he picked up the pace. He applied suction even more, licking up your slit and swirling the tongue around your puffy clit. The louder your moans got, the more intense his pleasuring you got.

Your tummy was twisting and turning. Suddenly, tears started to build up in your eyes and you felt like something in you was getting hotter. Even the tiniest bit of friction made you mewl. Your core was spasming and before you knew it your vision went white for a fraction of a second. Your hips were shaking and you cried out loudly, squeezing your eyes shut by accident because the intensity of your body was going through way too much.

Adachi finally sat up from in between your legs. You didn’t even care. You slouched down until you were completely on your back. Trying to catch your breath, you stared at the ceiling inhaling and exhaling as much as you could. You still had to process everything that just happened. Your body hurt and yet there was a giant relief in your lower half. You felt… good. The pain and pleasure. Both felt good.

Whore!

“You’re welcome.”

You turned your head and with a dazed expression looked at the man who just violated you for another time. He was standing, his usual cold expression returned. He was calmly dusting off his pants and fiddling with his tie. He must’ve noticed how you still hadn’t recovered from cumming.

He rolled his eyes. “I said, you’re welcome. For making you cum.”

“I… came?”

“Yes you did, doll. As long as you behave like a good toy, I can treat you once in a while. And I’m not some stuck up narcissist who can’t admit he made a mistake.” His eyelids lowered ever so slightly. “So don’t bring up the kicking incident ever again. And especially, don’t talk about anything regarding the crimes going on in Inaba. Only think about me. Because that's what a good toy does.”

With that, he walked up the stairs and back to the door. Unlocking it and opening it. He turned back at you one last time. “Do you have something you should say to me?”

You gulped. Turning your attention back to the ceiling, you quietly said. “Thank you for making me cum… Adachi.”

He chuckled. How boring, that’s exactly what he wanted you to say. You were catching onto his desires quickly.

The door shut. You were left behind in the empty room. Now it was back to doing what you did best, thinking. You blankly looked at the ceiling and let your mind wander. It was hard to ignore the soreness your body was enduring, especially with the nasty injury your stomach was going through.

“Fifteen.” You mumbled under your breath. “I’ve been captured for fifteen days. Because someone will come tomorrow.”

You closed your eyes.

You knew no one was coming, but it's a nice thought isn’t it?

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Safety (Tsukishima x Reader)

Warning: alcohol, hu culture

Notes: college party moment

You sipped on your drink as you couldn’t take your eyes off the tall, handsome, blonde man across the room. He was chatting with some guys, but he had a bored expression you couldn’t take your eyes off of. He obviously wasn’t enjoying himself very much and it made you wonder why he’d come to a college party if he wasn’t someone who liked them. Maybe his friend made him come. Or he was trying to get laid. Who knows?

What a fucking jerk.

His name was Tsukishima. You sorta knew him already. It was a month or two ago when you both matched on tinder. Tinder was your best friend after all. It was an easy way to find hot and willing guys to keep you company on those lonely nights. The best part was there were usually no strings attached. You didn’t have to shield your heart from getting hurt, you just gotta have fun and spend your young adulthood partying and vibing. You didn’t have to worry about being vulnerable because it was a quick fuck and done.

Oddly enough when you matched with him and started talking to Tsukishima a bit… you got too vulnerable. It wasn't like you at all.

You found yourself blushing when he complimented you. His blunt charm offered a sense of relief. When he said you were beautiful, easy to talk to, how he felt comfortable with you, this bluntness made you truly believe he was being genuine. Over time, his messages started to become short and dull. When that would happen with other guys you’d just roll your eyes and move on to the next. Stupidly enough you kept sending him messages and continuing conversations or starting new ones. You would hold onto each convo starter like it was a life line.

“You look very pretty.” he told you once in response to a selfie you sent of him.

Ah… you wanted him to praise you more.

You wanted to meet him. You didn’t even care about getting laid, you just wanted to see him in person and maybe… hold his hand or something. Like they do in those romcoms! He was so tall after all, you’re so sure if he embraced you that you would melt into his touch.

“When are you free? Let’s go out to dinner.” You’d ask him. 

“I’m free on weekends! But if you have plans, my classes end at three!” You’d tell him.

“Shoot me a message whenever you’re available.” You’d messaged him.

Nothing.

After talking nonstop for two weeks, the moment you invited him out he changed. Shorter messages. He took longer to respond. Baseless excuses one after another about how he’s busy, that he’ll let you know the second he’s free. Responding to you obviously became less of a priority as you got left on delivered for hours and hours and hours, until finally you remembered why you originally were just sleeping around.

Men really suck.

You’re glad you remembered before you got too attached. 

Enough with all that. Sure it was only a little bit ago, but that was all in the past! Tonight was about having fun! You downed the rest of your drink and mingled in with the crowd once again. Striking conversations left and right, you danced a bit to the music, sang along to the popular songs that got everyone hype. You were having a good time and soon lost yourself in the fun. The alcohol was finally hitting and your confidence skyrocketed.

And there's nothing more powerful than a confident woman with a mission.

“Crap!” You blurted out as you felt yourself back up into someone. You quickly turned around to face whoever it was to apologize. “So sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“Oh, that’s alright! No worries.” A fresh, freckled face greeted you. It was a guy, a cute guy. The dark and grayish hair of his went against your usual type, you had a soft spot for blondes, yet his vibe was so oddly kind. At first you wondered what a guy like this was doing at some random shit college party. Though, when his large eyes met yours paired together with a dorky smile all the reasonable thoughts washed away and only one idea filled your brain. 

He was your mission.

With a grin, you tilted your head to the side just a tiny bit to subtly emphasize your good side. You fluttered your eyes in that cute manner that's always gotten the guys to take interest. “I don’t think I’ve met you! Do you go to parties a lot?”

You heard him suck in a breath and held back a giggle. The cute eye technique still hasn’t failed you. He was nervous, huh? “Ah, no, I came with a friend just cuz… I don’t know where he is right now actually. Uh! But I’m Yamaguchi.” A tint of red glowed on his cheeks.

You introduced yourself back and quickly started up small talk. At first he was hesitant, fumbling over his words a bit and avoiding direct eye contact with you. Once you got him on the topic of his hobbies, however, he started to go on and on about volleyball. You had to hold back a cringe when the subject of volleyball took place. You had no problem with sports! But, icky enough, Tsukishima also danced on the topic a bunch of times. You were positive he mentioned how he was on the team at school, maybe Yamaguchi was too. Maybe they were teammates? If that's the case, part of you wants to just run away from this guy.

Hm, well…. Doesn’t matter. It’s just a hookup. Besides after geeking out a bit he got comfortable enough to just… let go. You both were swaying to the music and laughing, you felt up on his arm and stroked his ego as you showered him in compliments and praises. He denied them, of course, he was shy and humble. Following every praise of yours with something along the lines of “I’m not all that.” or “I bet you know much cooler guys.” 

After some time passed the party was still at full blast. Slowly, you intertwined your fingers with his and glanced up at him with big doey eyes. His expression turned to one of surprise and his entire face was heated. You could even see him biting his lip from nerves alone. “Hey…” you said with a breathy tone. “why don’t we go somewhere quieter?”

Yamaguchi flinched and you watched him nervously gulp. “I, um, l-like where? I mean… you know… my friend is still here and if I’m leaving I should let him know-”

With an air headed smile, you tugged at his arm in the direction of the stairs. “We won’t leave! I know the people who rent this place, we can just go up to her room for a bit. She won’t mind.”

“This isn’t your place t? Shouldn’t we uh, ask then?”

“It’s fine! I’ve done this before.” With that said and done, you made your way over to the stairs. Yamaguchi followed close behind, but as you both were climbing up you were so focused on your gleeful success in getting a cutie in bed that you didn’t hear his hesitant mutters, questioning what you meant by “done this before.”

You pulled him into an empty bedroom and didn’t waste any time. You attached your lips to his and passionately threw your arms around him, pulling him even closer so your tits pressed against him. Internally, he was panicking. He’s never had anyone interested in him in this sort of way, especially someone who would act on it so quickly. It was all happening so fast for him, however, he let himself fall into the moment. Yamaguchi’s thoughts were racing. He couldn’t believe a girl like you would want to be intimate with him. The heat in his cheeks got hotter. Your tongue’s dancing together.

Skillfully using some interesting angles, you managed to get both of you close enough to the bed for you to slowly push him onto the springy mattress. A cute yelp escaped his lips with a subtle panic as you climbed on top of him without detaching yourself from his rosy lips. However, instead of him continuing with the sexy thrill of fucking at a party, he pulled back. You were surprised he’d do that, but the concerned look on his face made you question if you were pushing him into something he didn’t actually want to do. “Are you okay?”

Yamaguchi chewed at his lip. Crazy enough, you’ve only known him for a couple hours and even you could tell he does that when he’s nervous. He wouldn’t make eye contact with you, which was another indicator. His body language told you enough. You rolled off him and sat up on the edge of the bed. You bent down forward and softly smiled in an attempt to ease the tension “Not in the mood?”

Like a lightning bolt, he shot up with a worried expression.” No! I mean yes, I mean, I’m nervous, that’s all. You’re really pretty and It’s just a lot-”

“He’s a virgin.”

Both of you two whipped your heads towards the doorway which was suddenly open with a tall figure leaning against the frame. Tall, blonde, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, you couldn’t stop your mouth from opening a bit in shock as you witnessed none other than Tsukishma there with a sharp glare of disappointment.

“Oh god, Kei! How long have you been standing there?!” Yamaguchi, obviously very flustered, spoke first because you were still stupidly sitting on the end of the bed with your mouth still agape from a lack of knowledge to even know what to say to this guy.

With a glance over at you, then back to his friend, he spoke more. “First of all you should’ve locked the door if you’re going to mess around. And I have been standing here ever since you fumbled the whole making out part.” His eyebrow furrowed, which was odd to you. He seemed to be annoyed with his friend. Was he annoyed that his homie was getting laid and he wasn’t? You certainly couldn’t think of another reason. A logical one for sure.

“I was looking for you so we could finally leave, though I saw her chatting you up and then going up the stairs.” He shot another quick glance over at you. “I could connect the dots.” His tone was irritating to hear. It was like he was talking down to you.

You shoved down any desire to stay quiet and spoke up. “That’s so weird, Tsukishima! And what if we kept going. You were just gonna stand there and watch? You’re such a pervert-”

“Wait, do you two know each other?” Yamaguchi asked, surprised.

“You’re hooking up with someone you met a few hours ago.”

You threw your hands in the air. “It’s college! This is what we do!”

Both of you were huffing and pouting like the drunk idiots you were. 

Yamaguchi had no clue what to make of the situation. He was shifting his weight back and forth as he fiddled with his fingers. He kept trying to get a word in, but despite his efforts everything he said fell on deaf ears as both you and Tsukishima kept going back and forth. One petty thing after the other. Tsukishima finally let out a giant scoff and went to turn to his friend. “Let’s just go.” He was thrown back when he realized the friend he was talking to was no longer there. There was just an empty space “Huh? Where did he go?”

“He walked off maybe five minutes ago.”

His nose scrunched up. “And you didn’t think to say anything?”

“I thought the wave goodbye would’ve been enough but I guess I didn’t take into account your lack of awareness.” You responded with yet another eye roll. 

He sharply turned towards the door. “Whatever, I’m out of here.” 

“I bet, ghosting is your best talent.”

Tsukishima stopped dead in his tracks. His hawk eyes gleamed into you with an emotion you couldn’t quite describe. Even so, you could tell he was offended by what you said. “I didn’t ghost you, you ghosted me.”

Your mouth fell agape for the second time tonight. Was he trying to set a record of how many times can he make you gawk at him like this? Who did he think he was accusing you like that! “Are you being for real right now? You started taking hours to respond to me! Yet your snap score was still going up. You were ignoring me and stopped talking to me. That’s ghosting!”

He turned on his heel to face you again. “But I still responded! Every time! Even if it took me a while to get back to you. You were the one who unadded me out of nowhere!”

“That’s my point, it wasn’t out of nowhere! I had a reason. I wasn’t going to waste my time with a guy who didn’t prioritize me.” You crossed your arms. This was not how you wanted to spend your time at this party. You came here for mindless fun, not a confrontation with some ex situationship.

Unbeknownst to you, Tsukishima’s heart rate was increasing at those words. The idea that you wanted him to prioritize you plagued his thoughts. “I thought we were just going to hook up.”

“Huh, yeah, but…”

“But?” You both were maintaining eye contact. It was weird that the guy you thought was just another fail basically interrupted you from fucking another guy for meaningless sex. And now you were both standing here, facing off from each other. One sharp response to the next, even though Yamaguchi left you were still at each other's throat. Truly, one of you should just go separate ways. 

You huffed. “Nothing.”

“You wanted more than just sex?”

“No, geez, I said it was nothing.”

His hand snapped to yours, snatching it roughly enough for you to break eye contact and stumble backwards with a shy gasp. “If it’s nothing then lets hookup, right now.”

You visibly flinched at his words. “Huh? Are you drunk?

“We’re both drunk. That’s why we’re stumbling around.” His grip on you loosened. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s fool around. You were trying to get fucked weren’t you?”

“God, Tsukishima.” You pulled away from him and plopped yourself on the edge of the bed. Tilting your head as you looked at him. “It’d be weird to have sex with you after all this.”

Tsukishima’s mouth curled into a cocky grin. “It’s college, it’s what we do.” You couldn’t hold back an eye roll at his mocking tone. “It’s the time for casual sex. Didn’t you say that?” He leaned back and turned the lock on the door. “See, I can remember to lock the door at least.”

Tsukishima was so seductive and it made your tummy turn as he looked at you with lustful eyes. It felt like he could see through you to your very soul, knowing how at one point you craved for him to embrace you and kiss you gently. You’d fantasized about him inviting you over to his apartment, with a candle lit dinner and red wine poured into those cute fancy glass cups. Then, after you two were done eating, he’d scoop you into his arms and carry you to the bed. Stripping you and leaving trails of love marks to brand his romance into your very flesh. 

But, you didn’t care about that anymore. Yeah, there's no doubt that you are completely over that. You were completely fine with a casual hookup in some random bedroom. This was fine, so you have no reason to disagree with him. 

You exhaled and glanced over at him with your lips puckered. “Alright, it is a party…” a hint of embarrassment sparkled in your eyes “Let’s do it.”

Tsukishima didn’t hesitate. He climbed right on top of you and pushed you onto your back. His hands were placed on each side of your head. You could feel his body heat as he leaned down closer, his lips almost right against yours. “Can I get an enthusiastic yes?”

You were nervous and he could tell. A sheer crimson enveloped your cheeks and flowers bloomed in the depths of your core. You never felt like this with your other hookups, but for some reason the thought of him seeing you naked… even the thought of seeing him naked made your tummy twist and turn.

That’s why this was weird!

But you would sooner die than admit it. “...I want you to fuck me.”

The cocky blonde smiled at you. It was different however, the spiteful and argumentative man you were yelling at earlier was nowhere to be seen, replaced by someone much gentler. It was an emotion you’ve never seen on a man. Usually when you spread your legs for whoever will give you attention they look down on you. They treat each encounter as some sort of game. They were the players and you were a side quest for them to complete. It was a common misconception with most of the men you surrounded yourself with that the harder they fuck you, the better they are at sex. Even when it hurts and you want it to stop, you don’t say anything. After all, fucking you rough gave them power. If you took away their power they’d want nothing to do with you. Men thrived on the idea that they were the dominant one, they were the ones in charge, and you were mercy under their touch. In reality, your fake moaning and exaggerated expressions was nothing more than a manipulation tactic that a single man has yet to see through.

You were nothing but an object.  You let yourself become an object.

You’re so lonely.

Tsukishima’s smile didn’t host any intensity or wrath, because he didn’t perceive you as just something to fuck. Seeing you waiting for him to pleasure you, he wanted nothing more than to please you to the point you’d never sleep with another guy again. This was the only moment he might have to prove to you that he can earn your approval.

He never thought he ghosted you. Henever wanted to ghost you and to this day he remembers the devastation he had when he woke up and saw an X next to your username. He had to play it cool, after all he was on tinder for meaningless sex and a way to kill his boredom. You didn’t simply kill it, you cured it. Talking to you made him flushed. He wasn’t supposed to be like that. He likes to believe it was his pride that got in the way of you two actually working out, but in reality it was his undeniable shyness. When he saw you had sent him a message, an internal panic plagued his thoughts. He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t admit he was shy around you, even to himself he never realized that he was just scared to meet up with you or that he’d say something stupid. If he made himself out to be a fool the facade he worked so hard to keep  up with would crumble and he’d be left with nothing.

That’s why his messages became dull and his response time plummeted. 

Tsukishima dove between your thighs. With a free hand, he flipped your skirt up and settled his face right in front of your clothed pussy. You gasped at the realization that he was going to give you oral. Usually, it was the other way around. You didn’t dislike sucking dick and in fact you think you're pretty good at it. “H-hey, you know, you don’t have to do that.” you whispered, a flash of heat filling your body.

Confused, he lifted himself out from beneath your skirt. “You don’t like being eaten out?”

“Well, of course I do, but we don’t have to do all this foreplay stuff. I know men say it can be a hassle-”

“Oh my god.” He huffed and for a split second you were about to snap back at him, yet a warmth spread across your cunt. You squealed, hips twitching. He was licking you over your underwear. No one has ever done that to you before. It was thrilling. You had no idea how something as simple as eating you out was able to make your core explode like fireworks in a dark sky, but Tsukishima was succeeding in it. Hollowing out his cheeks, he applied suction as the wet spot drenching your panties only grew. “Ask me to take off your panties and I will.”

Fuck.

“Take off my panties…”

You’ve never had to ask for anything during sex before. Previous men you have been with just do what they want. Even the shy guys, you give them head and they’re so eager to fuck you that they rush into slipping it in without a second thought of your desires. You couldn’t count the amount of times you had to shout out “Don’t cum inside me!” as the guy would groan in your ear that they were about to cum. Despite that, a good chunk would still cum inside.

You knew it. Tsukishima was different.

You’ve just been surrounding yourself with the wrong people.

You did not want to admit that right now, however. If you did, you’d probably start crying as you accepted that you have been using sex as a self harm tactic to combat the internal hatred you harbor for yourself. At this moment you just wanted to be held and cherished by the sharp witted man about to ravish you. You liked feeling special. He liked making you feel special more. He wanted to pleasure you in a way no man could ever live up to. Plague your mind so that even if you were swooped into the arms of another your thoughts would be full of him. 

Hooking his fingers under your panties, he slid them off. 

He teased you by swiping his tongue up your damp slit. The whimper that flew out only encouraged him to tease you more. A little on the rough side, he started to apply suction to your deprived clit. Electricity bolted up to your brain and then all the way back down to your toes. How does it feel so good? You were confused. Why did it feel so pleasurable? It wasn’t supposed to feel this good, was it?

Your thoughts were drowned out by the sound of your own moans.

Your voice fueled his desire to hear more. Out of nowhere, he began to attack your pussy like he was nothing more than a starved man in the wild. He pushed his tongue inside you which caused you to unintentionally grind your hips against his tongue. More, you wanted more. His tongue slithered around your walls, ripping another cry from your throat. You couldn’t believe you were making such embarrassing noises. You never knew you were capable of such whimpers.

His nose bumped into your clit as he tongue fucked you even deeper. The wetness of his saliva mixed with your slick. His mouth was devouring your pussy and you could tell he was quite experienced. Tsukishima succeeded in his goal, because no man will ever live up to the skill he had with his tongue. 

Tsukishima’s pace never slowed. Up until an intense feeling of ecstasy washed over your entire desperate body, he didn’t let up one bit. You didn’t realize that you were whimpering his name softly under your breath. His dick twitched at the sound and he couldn’t wait to be inside you. It was hard for him not to just take you there and then, but he had an personal obligation to make you cum with his tongue. Strings of curses escaped your lips and he had a front row seat to you cumming on his face.

Not only cumming, however, you were squirting.

Tsukishima lifted his head up from beneath your thighs. You stayed on your back, huffing with wide eyes.  “Was that good?” He asked, the desire for praise more than apparent enough.

You blinked a few times, processing that irresistible new feeling you just experienced. You could see Tsukishima staring at you with a perplexed eyebrow raise. Using your elbows to sit yourself up, you awkwardly smiled. “It was good, really good, I mean I’ve never done that before…”

“You’ve never cum before? Oh wow, you need to pick better gu-”

“No!” You interrupted his misconception. “I never squirted, like that, It’s embarrassing and geez, it’s all over your lips!”

Tsukishima placed his hand against his mouth and rubbed at it with little to no effort. “Oh.” He chuckled at himself, making you smile. “I had a suspicion maybe you liked virgins or something and that’s why you couldn’t cum. You tried to sleep with Yamaguchi afterall.”

“Nothing wrong with virgins.” You retorted. 

He raised his hands in defense. “Sorry, sorry, you fuck a lot of virgins or something?”

You pressed your lips into a thin line. “I fuck a lot of people in general.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirked, climbing back on top of you and hooking his arm under your leg. “What’s your body count?”

“Only polite of you to answer first.”

“It’s high.”

“Same.”

After some silence both of you started to smile, trying to hold back laughter. Tsukishima was the first one to break the quiet. “We’re both sluts then.”

Not the first time you’ve been called a slut and it probably won’t be the last, but somehow this charming man said it in a way that was able to turn you on. Happily, you wrapped your arm around his neck and pulled him closer to your blushed face. You scooted downwards just so he had a better angle to lift up your leg even more. “Fuck me like a slut then.”

You did not need to say that twice.

Desperately with his free hand, he tugged his zipper down and let his cock out into the open. You quickly peeked at it, long enough to get a good look at it but not too long for Tsukishima to notice you staring. You wanted to play it cool. 

It was thick. Precum oozed at the tip of his cockhead, twitching with excitement to sink itself into your wet cunt.

He positioned his cock right against your soaking wet hole. Your pretty pussy was fluttering at the anticipation of finally getting fucked by the one guy you had an attraction to outside just his dick. He sunk into you slowly, biting his lip while doing it. You threw your head back with a moan. Your pussy stretched around his hard member. He started to fuck you with a steady pace. He didn’t just start pounding into you, no, instead he kept a stable rhythm allowing you to get used to the thick cock inside you. 

Still, with every buck of his hips that amazing dick of his hit the sweet, spongy spot deep inside your velvet walls. You whimpered and moaned, embarrassingly still trying to keep quiet in case anyone was nearby to hear you. Your shirt was suddenly pulled upwards along with your bra. You looked up to see Tsukishima practically drooling at the sight of your bouncing boobs. It was a sexy sight, they bounced along with the rhythm of his thrusts. He kept a steady arm around your leg and began to speed up his pace. “What a sight.” He groaned, yet the compliment fell on deaf ears as the volume of your cries filled the air.

He rolled his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside you. His heavy balls slapped against you, only adding to the lewd noises your bodies were making. Your pussy was clenching around him. The burning sensation of delight warmed up your cunt and the nerves surrounding your puffy clit were sparkling. However, none of it compared to how intense the pleasure was in your core. His cock was filling you. The friction was nothing less than addicting. 

You let your arms fall from around his neck onto the blanket. You gripped the fabric into a tight fist. The pleasure he was giving you was purely euphoric and you didn’t know how to handle it. Every cry that was ripped from your throat couldn’t be stopped even if you wanted it to. Even now, when his thrusts were getting sloppier and his groans filled your ears. His cock was twitching against your wet walls and the words “I’m gonna cum.” repeated out of his mouth.

You were too into it that the thought of telling him not to finish inside you wasn’t a concern.

Truly, you wanted him to cum inside you.

Thick, hot semen was pumped into the depths of your delicates. Tsukishima’s head rolled back and he let your leg fall against the bed. Your cunt was milking him perfectly that he could swear up and down that his eyes rolled to the back of his head. After he finished cumming, you both took a moment to catch your breaths and process how that was the best sex either of you have ever had. Hoping that the other was thinking the same thing.

Tsukishima clicked his tongue. “Shit, is there a towel, oh crap, it got on the bed.” He looked around trying to find something suitable to clean up the cum leaking from your cunt. You half sat up, fixing your bra and shirt with one hand then pointed to a side drawer next to the bed. “There's a washcloth in the bedside table there.”

He listened to you and reached over, opening the drawer and taking out the washcloth you knew was there. “How did you know that?” He tossed it over to you and zipped his pants back up. You cleaned yourself and pulled your panties back into place. “I’m friends with the people who rent this house. I’ve fucked many guys on that bed.” Standing up, you patted the wrinkles in your skirt flat. 

Tsukishima wasn’t sure what to say.

You could tell you created an awkward moment, so quickly you added onto it. “And out of all those guys you were the best. So, you were right, it wasn’t that weird.”

He smiled. His smile was contagious and you found yourself grinning along with him. “Good to hear. Are you heading back to your dorm? Sounds like the party died down.”

You nodded. “Yep. Gotta sleep this drunk off.”

“I should walk you home. It’s dark.”

Your heart fluttered. You metaphorically slapped yourself and gulped air down your dry throat, desperately making sure to hide any excitement from him. “That would be the safe thing to do. We’ve both been drinking, maybe you should spend the night. You know, for safety, walking home alone in the dark drunk is dangerous for men too.”

Stars twinkled in Tsukishima’s chest. He began to approach you and at first you weren’t sure what he was doing exactly, though without another moment passing he intertwined his fingers with yours. Pulling you closer to his shoulder and squeezing your hand tightly. It made you feel safe just as he intended.

“You wanna hold my hand?” 

A hint of red tinted his cheeks which went against the demeanor he made sure to force all these years. Maybe both of your auras are attracted to each other. The fear of commitment and stubborn pride caused you both to push away, but in this moment reality felt raw. It made sense.

“Just to be safe, of course.”

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Sneaky Motives (Yu x Yosuke x Reader)

Tags: threesome, poly, ex sex, nsfw

Note: poly + ex sex = awesome

“Get excited, cuz this is gonna be the best food you will ever taste in your entire life.” Yosuke’s cheerful voice rang throughout the kitchen of his own house. He was placing down silverware and plates filled to the brim with pasta, coated in chunky tomato sauce on the table. It had been a few years since you’ve seen anyone from the Investigation team. You moved to the big city right after Highschool and it was hard to ever make time to come back and visit Inaba. While you all still talked over the phone, this was the first time you got to spend time in person with Yosuke. And Yu was here too! He was everyone’s beloved leader and he had this charm to him that made everyone around him feel safe, so there was no way anybody wouldn’t look forward to seeing him. You were definitely delighted he was joining the small, emphasize on small, get together.

You were happy, a little too happy, when Yosuke called you and asked you to come spend a few days with him and Yu. Back in your Highschool days you and Yosuke were inseparable, you two even dated throughout the last years of school. The breakup was just something unfortunate that couldn’t be avoided. You always sought something more, something larger than Inaba, you wanted to live in a big city. Yosuke, who used to yearn with you for the city life he used to have, had grown up and no longer sought after the same path as you. The dreams you shared with him disappeared along with the intimacy, it was mutual, nothing messy. You both could still smile and joke, be goofy with each other like always.

Though, Yosuke was oddly… nervous. The way he was speaking was the same, it was just you noticed his mannerisms were different from the last time you saw him. Maybe it was just him being an adult or whatever, that would make sense, but somehow that just didn’t make sense in your mind. He already grew up before, mature in his own way while still keeping his Yosuke charm.

It’s been so long since you have seen him. That must be it. You were exes after all and staying at his house. Some awkwardness is impossible to avoid you guess.

“Wowie, did you cook this? Looks amazing.” Your mouth watered at the sight of the delicious spaghetti. Yu walked into the room with three cups balanced in his hands, reaching over Yosuke’s shoulder to place down one of the cups in front of you. “Actually, I did, Yosuke was a fine table setter though, hm?” A teasing smile spread across his face.

Yosuke dramatically pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, forcing an exaggerated sigh out of his throat. “Why not let me steal the credit to impress the lady~? Yu, you wound me so!” You all had a hoot over his over the top acting. Yep, that was our Yosuke. The boys slid into their own seats to get ready to eat. While Yu was more polite, sipping the water out of his glass and asking you ‘Is water okay? I can always get you something else.’, Yosuke began to chow down, slurping up so much pasta at once his lips were tinted orange from the sauce.

You were happy. It’s been a while since you were innocently happy like this. Seeing the two again was stirring feelings into your heart you didn’t even know you had anymore. It was kind of nerve wracking. So much time had passed and somehow you felt the love for them you had back in your teenage years, though, that’d be embarrassing to say out loud. It’d be like you were flat out admitting you peaked in High School and now spent your days alone and sad, working yourself to death. Enough of that sappy stuff! You decided now was the time to ask the question that's been on your mind. “So how long have you two been dating?”

Yosuke practically spat out the food in his mouth, leaving him spattering and coughing. It honestly caught you by surprise. Were you not supposed to realize that? You mean, sure, Yosuke wasn’t the type you’d look at and think he was into guys; especially with how horny he was for women. You remember how he had a bunch of porn magazines lying around his room when you would come over, which was insane to you that he was so careless he’d forget to put them up even with his own girlfriend was coming in. Most featured nurses. Once, on Halloween, he asked you to cosplay a nurse.

You said no.

Yu was also a ladies man so it’d be easy to imagine him dating some eye candy like Rise or Yukiko, then get married and have a big family. To you, however, it made sense for him to end up with someone like Yosuke. He could easily handle Yosuke’s silly nature. Probably why it didn’t surprise you when you connected the dots that your two friends were an item. Honestly, if they didn’t want you to know, they most certainly weren’t doing a good job hiding it at all. There was like… two of everything. Pictures featuring both of them around the house, matching chopsticks, in the bathroom there was obviously a messy side and clean side, you can boldly assume which belongs to who, and the most damning evidence of it all was the peek of their bedroom with a single king size bed with condoms and lube sitting on the bedside counter. Not your fault the door was open. The teamwork of them in the kitchen also proved that they were used to being around each other. Even now, Yu was gently rubbing the back of Yosuke lovingly to make sure he was okay. It was so painfully clear they were in a relationship.

“S-should I have not said anything?”

Yu shook his head. “No, no, we haven’t really told anyone, but it’s obvious if you look around the house.” Yosuke’s coughing fit settled down and he took a giant swig of his water to help wash everything down. His eyes shifted up to you, flashing a petty frown. “You can’t just say stuff like that so bluntly, it surprised me.” His words may have seemed harsh, but his tone let you know he didn’t mind.

You smiled. “Sorry, sorry! Next time I’ll eaaaase into it.” You took your fork, spun it into the noodles and plopped it right into your mouth. Delicious! You remembered Yu was a good cook and tasting it again proved your memories to be right! He had only improved. You’d live with him too if you could. “How long? I mean, how long have you two lived together? I know you,” glancing at Yu, “came back to live here a while ago.”

“Oh, well, I stayed with Dojima and Nanako for a few months, and then I started working with Yosuke with the Junes department and everything, besides we were already spending so much time together, it was just easier to move in with him.”

Yosuke belly-laughed with his orange stained lips. “It was real trouble getting Nanako to give us her blessin! Girl is in middle school and still loves her big bro.” He teased his boyfriend, elbowing the side of his arm. Yu rolled his eyes at his silly face, but was smiling back.

“She’s still so young and already boys are starting to fond over her…” Yu sadly muttered to himself. “Hm, well, while you're being blunt, I will be too.” Your cheeks were full of spaghetti as he continued to speak, so all you did was stare at him to show you were listening. Yu was always blunt, but it was in a sweet way. Like… if you were feeling insecure he’d straight up say something like ‘I think you’re gorgeous.’ without getting embarrassed, so you weren’t worried he was about to say something bad. “The reason that we invited you out here wasn’t just for dinner, Yosuk- Ergh!”

Stopping him mid-sentence, Yosuke took his foot and kicked it hard against Yu’s leg. His face was flushed and anyone could tell he was panicked by whatever words the silver head was about to bring into the light. Huh… maybe you should be worried? You swallowed the food you were eating and tilted your head at the two, confused. “You didn’t just want dinner? What, you mean like, you wanted to tell me you two were going out or…?” You trailed off waiting for one of the two to answer your question.

Yosuke’s face only got redder. He tugged on Yu’s sleeve, somehow conveying a message that Yu could understand and acknowledge by rolling his eyes. “Nothing, let’s eat first, god I need a beer.” The flustered boy sat up from his seat and walked back into the kitchen, grabbing a handful of beer cans before sitting back at the table again.

Yu blinked a few times at the sheer amount of alcohol. “You didn’t have to bring anything for me.”

“I didn’t.” He cracked a can open. “This is all for me. I need to get drunk.”

-

By the time all three of you finished dinner Yosuke’s face was not red from embarrassment, but being flat out drunk. Yu himself was a bit tipsy, probably wanting to join his partner in his chugging of a bunch of drinks. You didn’t know this, but Yu apparently has a high tolerance for alcohol. You couldn’t even tell he had drunk any; still talking the same as usual and being the responsible one in the relationship. It was cute. His nose was a little red though.

“But then Yu~” Yosuke was finishing a story, leaning into his boyfriend's shoulder and nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. “Flashed one of those charming smiles and got us outta that mess real quick! And that's how this handsome guy saved us from being banned for life at the local burger joint!”

You clapped your hands together gleefully. “It’s so fun how in such a little town you still have so much going on!”

“Y’know… it’s a little town, sure, but like… we can make somethin’ of it.” Yousuke’s face dropped. Staring at you with a hazy, half-lidded stare. You were perplexed by the sudden serious tone. Yosuke’s face was still cuddled against Yu’s neck, who had an arm around his waist keeping him steady. He lowered his voice and was whispering something into his ear, Yosuke just responding to him with grunts.You puffed out your cheeks. “You guys… i’m right here. What are you two being so secretive about? I feel left out.” You were whining like a child, still, it was getting your point across.

Yu’s mouth was pressed together in a thin line. He glanced over to his partner resting on his shoulder, then to you, then back to him. He was waiting. For Yosuke to speak up or for him to get permission, you didn’t know nor did you get any time to really think about it because in a drunken haze Yosuke started to vocalize his thoughts.

“See, listen youuu, we both invited ya here with sneaky motives,” He finally sat up, getting off his boyfriend. “I loooove Yu, so he totally understood my feelings, like, dude, we both have the same taste in women. That’s how in sync we are. It’s crazy.”

You shifted your weight into your palms, elbows against the table. A frown planted firmly on your face to show through your expression alone you were not satisfied with the answer, hell, if you can even call it that. It didn’t answer your question at all. It just made you even more confused. Mentioning their shared taste in women was strange. Made no sense. They were in love with each other and both men, so… you’re missing the point.

Yu cleared his throat so attention was back on him. “What Yosuke is trying to say is we both like you a lot.”

“Yeah, I like you both too.”

Yu sighed. “Not in that wa-”

“Shuuuush!” Yosuke took the back of his hand and hit it against the table interrupting the silver haired boy mid sentence, loudly. “Stop bein’ oblivious! You aren’t the Yukiko of the group, ya know what he meant!"

Hm?

Your confusion shifted from what they were whispering about to what you presumed they were trying to get at. You had been a bit suspicious about why Yosuke had been acting so strange tonight. Seemingly retreating to Yu when topics of the past came up, making his partner do all the talking. Then, of course, how he mentioned he had to get drunk. He was acting somewhat shy. Which made no sense.

Sneaky… motives? They didn’t mean something like… that. They were dating after all. Why would your mind even drift to that? You’re so perverted. Get over yourself!

“C’mon guys…” Yosuke was slurring his words. You didn’t wanna admit it, yet it was so cute. What a fun drunk. When you're drunk you just get emotional, well, maybe Yosuke is too and he just shows it in a cute way. “Raise yer hand if you’re thinking something naughty!!”

Both you and Yu stared at the brunette dumbfounded while he shot his hand into the sky. He glanced around intensely before slowly bringing his hand back to his side, nuzzling his face shamefully back into his boyfriend's shoulder.

Oh.

No, you were right, this was Yosuke after all. Sneaky motives obviously meant something lewd.

“I uh…” You brought a hand up to your cheek, stuttering on your words a small amount. “I kinda understand… what you’re g-getting at. Clarify for me, won’t you? By sneaky motives do you mean…” your voice got extra small at the end. “sex?”

In a sudden act of shame Yosuke jumped out of his seat. “This is too embarrassing, I told ya this was a bad idea Yu, you idiot! I hate you!!” Without even giving you a second glance he bolted out of the room. In the distance you could hear a door slam shut.

This was painfully awkward.

Yu cleared his throat. “He’s a whiny drunk. Acts like a kid sometimes.”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess.” You reached down and took another sip of your water. Your throat was so dry. Was it nerves? Probably. “Are you two like… not happy together or something?”

His eyes went wide. Swiftly, he lifted his hands and shook them to emphasize his denial. “Absolutely not! We’ve been going strong for a while now and everyday is wonderful because we’re with each other. It’s just, hm I don’t know if he’d want me to tell you but, Yosuke never truly got over you. He’s missed you ever since you left. Even when I came back here and we started getting intimate, you were always on his mind. I took priority, but there was a part of him who wanted you. I’d know better than anyone, I watch over him every day.”

You were dumbstruck. Silence filled the air because you didn’t even know what to say in return. You were not mentally prepared for a bunch of new information to be dumped onto you when you thought you’d just crash here for a few days, eat good food, vibe some, then go home. Not in any parallel universe did you think you’d be told by your ex’s new boyfriend that he was still into you all this time later.

“I was the one who suggested inviting you to stay with us.” His eyes darted around the room, not looking at you. It was his way of showing he was also getting sheepish. “I told him I’d do the talking, see if you wanted to, erm, you know, sleep with us, a poly kinda thing? You know what that is right?”

You responded with a slow nod. Obviously you knew what poly was. You just never thought you’d be in a situation where someone wanted to have that sort of relationship with you. Especially since they were both super attractive guys, inside and out. This is the type of situation Rise should find herself in, not you!

Ah… your heart is fluttering. To be honest, you missed this so much.You missed this town, the memories from it, them. Somewhere deep in your mind you had regretted leaving. It was a mistake and you knew it, but if you ever admit it you’d fall so deep into your own despair you wouldn’t be able to climb out. God, if you only stayed in Inaba with Yosuke. Things would’ve been different. You could’ve helped him run Junes or join the police along Chie, maybe even work at the Amagi Inn under Yukiko. You’d be happy with anything. When Yu would move back maybe you’d all get close and… well, if anyone could capture the heart of Yosuke and you at the same time it’d be Yu. Even in highschool you found yourself drawn to his charm. Of course, you were super loyal to Yosuke! Yu was just a fantasy out of your reach.

Was he in reach now..?

If you put both hands out would the two boys hold them with a smile and ask you to stay?

“So Yosuke m-misses me… never got over me… sure, but,” Your face was so hot. You could feel your heartbeat pounding against your chest. “What about you? It isn’t nice to play with my feelings like this if your just being considerate to your boyfriend, I mean, that so mean of you, god I can’t stop talking because I’m so nervous, you jerk, tell me the truth, you said you like me earlier, be honest, is that true?” You were babbling like an idiot, but you just couldn’t stop yourself.

For some odd reason Yu had cracked a smile. The way you went on a tangent made him genuinely smile. He found you so cute, despite you not knowing that. He found your question so adorably dumb. Does he like you? How could he not? You seemed to think Yu was some charming, cool, sought out guy, but no. He was just as nervous as you.

Yosuke knew him best. ‘We have the same taste in women.’, he said, and he was right. Yu had always liked you and Yosuke. Funny how you never noticed he was always watching you two during class, jealous of how joint to the hip you two were inside the TV as you both defended each other. Sometimes he’d see you two out in public on dates and his entire mood would collapse for the day.

Yu always knew what he wanted. Back then he couldn’t do it, it wouldn’t be right, but now.

He’d gladly hold your hand with Yosuke by his side.

“Yes.” He smiled warmly, making your body feel all fuzzy. “I love you and Yosuke very much.”

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck! It’s all coming back at once, you might cry. You strained your eyes to hold back the tears. You couldn’t cry here, he might think you’re a cry baby and you didn't want that. Moving to the city was a mistake. You wanted something more, but that something more had been here this entire time. If you realized it sooner you could be living here too. You could be happy.

You have a right to be happy.

“Okay.” You stood up from your seat, holding your left arm with your right hand to keep yourself situated. “Alright, let’s go. Yosuke’s probably crying to himself over dumb stuff.”

Yu raised an eyebrow. “So… you accept our confession?”

Obviously! Did he want you to straight up say ‘Yes I’ve been miserable ever since I left Inaba and now that my exboyfriend and his new boyfriend wanna have sex with me, I feel very fuzzy and happy and want to fuck both of you until we all get so tired we pass out.’? Wow, yes that was dramatic, but it gets the point across.

He took your diffident demeanor as a yes. With a grin, he joined you as you both walked down the hall to the bedroom. You both could tell Yosuke was hiding away in there because you could hear him rolling around on the bed completely ruining the perfectly made up comforter. Yu pushed the door open for the both of you.

His face was smushed into the mattress and he had a blanket wrapped around him, like a burrito! He was so busy wallowing in his own self pity that you awkwardly stood at the door frame. Would it be rude to just walk in without permission? Isn’t that kinda weird to think about after deciding you were going to fuck both of them… anyway, it didn’t matter because Yu didn’t waste a second as he passed by you and sat on the side of the bed, taking his hand and tugging at the blanket to free his partner from his burrito-blanket-prison.

“Yosuke, baby, sit up for me. Won’t you?” Yu lovingly convinced the brunette to stick his head out from the blankets. His eyes puffy from what seemed like a dramatic crying session. “It wasn’t a stupid idea. We’re gonna have a fun night.”

His dowey eyes glanced over at you. In an attempt to make him feel more at ease you smiled softly, walking into the room and sitting right by Yu. Having no idea what to say, you didn’t say anything.

He turned back to his partner. “You mean it…? F-for real?”

Yu cockily sneered. Not letting his partner savor the moment, he took his hand and wrapped it around the back of Yosuke’s neck. Roughly pulling their faces together in a feverish, intense kiss. Yu used his hand to tilt his chin, giving him better access to slip in tongue. Your core clenched when you watched their tongues enter each other's mouths and Yosuke basically melted into the silver boy’s grasp. Yu’s movements were so mesmerizing. With a single kiss he had his boyfriend in the palm of his hand, submissive and in love.

With a plop, Yu detached himself from Yosuke’s lips. The drunk man sheepishly peeked over at you with a half lidded daze. Lifting his arm and stroking some of the locks of your hair. “Is it okay? Is it really okay?” His eyelids rose, revealing the adoration gleaming in his entire expression. For you? Or Yu? Maybe both? Hopefully both. “Please don’t lie, i don’t wanna pressure you, i’m just a gross pervert, you don’t have-”

You decided to copy Yu’s brilliant idea! You brought your face up to his cheek and softly kissed him, sweet and short. “Mhm, let’s listen to Yu and have a fun night.”

“Aren’t you two cute?” Yu tugged on your elbow, pulling you into his chest. “Get between us. We’re gentlemen, after all, we can serve the lady first. Isn’t that right babe?”

“Huh-uh, we’re super gentlemen.” Yosuke grinned. He kindly moved himself back, also shedding himself of the fabric still around his waist. You gulped and lifted your legs for a better fit. Settling in between Yu’s thighs as Yosuke crawled between yours. Wearing a skirt today was an unplanned, yet great idea.

You cuddled up against Yu some more, gazing up at him. “He’s still drunk, is this a good idea?” Sure, he invited you here beforehand for sex, but you wanted to reasure yourself for the sake of your own moral compass.

“Darling, look at him.” The silver headed boy smirked at you with an eyebrow raised. “He’s drooling at the sight of your thighs.” Turning your attention back to the other boy, he was right. Yosuke was staring with a lustful gaze. “And trust me, Yosuke loves drunk sex. We used to fuck in the bathroom at the bar after getting shit-faced.”

“Don’t tell her that!” Yosuke whined. Guiding his lips to the top of your leg and leaving a trail of small, kitten kisses. His hands were hot against your bare skin and he gently pushed them so you’d spread your legs wider. You knew he could see your panties now, and maybe the wet spot which was a result of watching the two make out. Seeing him touch you like you were an expensive treasure made your heart dance and pussy flutter.

You squeezed your eyes shut.

“Are you embarrassed?” Yosuke asked with a worried tone. “But yer so pretty, I can’t help but… can I lick ya down here?”

“Huh-uh…”

Yu’s breath was against your ear. “Don’t be so tense. You’ve had sex with him before.”

You opened one eye part way. You might have been upset that Yosuke was telling him details from your past relationship, if you weren’t all about to fuck right now. “Ah… yeah we, we fooled when we dated.” It was never anything like this. Not so intense. You’d make out and hands would wander, next thing y’all knew, someone was grabbing the condom. There was never much foreplay, not that you minded or asked, yet now you were watching that man who used to struggle putting a condom on, slip your panties down your leg and push his tongue against your cunt.

His tongue trailed up your slit resulting in you shivering in Yu’s arms. “I’ve never seen him eat pussy before, wow, what a sight.”

“Shuddup… it’s embarrassing if ya say it like that!” His voice was muffled into your delicates and somehow it felt good. Yu’s hands crawled up your shirt, gasping unintentionally when his palm brushed against your bra at the top of your breasts.

They were both pleasing you and all you were doing was just sitting between them. You felt useless. “Shouldn’t I, ah, do something too?”

Then, you felt another tongue against your throat. God, fuck, and Yu’s hands found their way under your bra and started to massage your soft flesh. “In a bit, we wanna play with you first.” Yu spoke with his head leaned down to rest on your shoulder. He was watching the brunette greedily lick up your love juices with a smile. Yu loved how Yosuke was licking you, it was like he was watching his pet cat take care of the new kitten.

“Babe, try sucking her-” His free hand reached between your legs, using his pointer and ring finger to spread your pussy lips, taking his middle finger to press against your clit which was throbbing with the need for attention. Just him pressing against the bead made you moan. “-here.” Moving his hand back to your stomach, Yosuke followed where Yu had directed him and started to focus on tongue attacking your needy clit.

Bolts of pleasure shot up from your pussy straight to your stomach. He made up for his lack of experience with sheer passion. Lapping at your pussy like a starved man, his tongue slithers inside you ripping another squeal from your lips. Tongue fucking you doesn’t take his attention away from your clit though, of course not, he continued to suck on it, enjoying how your walls tighten and welcome his tongue. Yu’s warmth is still on your tits. He teases one of your nipples between his thumb and finger. Switching from between roughly tugging and tenderly rolling them. “Wanna know a secret?” The silver haired whispers in your ear. “Yosuke loves having his nipples played with. You should try some time.”

Yosuke lifted his face. You could see his mouth gleam with your own slick, it was… attractive. And his shiny lips curled into a frown. “W-Well, Yu has a fetish for spanking.” was all he said before he dived back down into your cute pussy to continue eating you out.

Maybe it was because he had started to get the hang of it, but Yosuke sped up his paceleaving you a mess. Your whimpers were turning into full out moans. You even found yourself pushing your hips against him and matching his rhythm. You tilted your head back and peered up at Yu’s face. He bit his lips at the sight of your ‘fuck me’ eyes, even if they weren’t intentional. Something hard rubbed against the curve of your ass, but you ignored it, too busy trying not to fumble your words as you spoke. “H-hey, can you kiss me too? Ngh!!”

Without saying yes or no he attached himself onto your lips. You tilted your head back even more so he had better access to your mouth. He thrusts his tongue greedily in you, his own slimy muscle swirling around your own. Yu enjoyed how you were moaning against him and thanked Yosuke in his mind for making you feel so good. Even if Yosuke had never eaten pussy before, he knew he’d do well eventually. The first time he sucked Yu’s dick was messy, yet he quickly caught onto what spots to focus and had gotten Yu cumming in no time. A good memory for the both of them. Yosuke’s tongue technique was A-grade. Watching you melt from Yosuke devouring your wet cunt was enough to get the gears grinding for him and the fabric around his crotch was uncomfortably tight.

The depths of your body started to churn and get hotter and hotter. Fuck yes, fuck, you can feel yourself falling into ectasy. Unintentionally, you yank yourself away from Yu’s lips and tangle your hands into the brunette’s hair, forcing him deeper into your pussy. “Please, Keep going, just like that Yosuke!” You moan a string of curses as you orgasm. Not letting go of Yosuke’s head, making him get a full first seat show of you cumming on his tongue. You finally relax when the heat in you settles down and moves back against Yu’s chest.

With a hazed expression Yosuke sat up. “You kissed her first… jealous.”

“Don’t be such a whore, honey, you got to drink her cum.” Yu playfully mocked him. You took a quick glance at both of them. Yep. Now was the time for you to take some form of action instead of being a pretty doll for the boys to take care of. You roll out from between Yu’s legs to sit at the side of Yosuke. Without giving him time to even speak, you connected yourself to his throat and began to suck a trail of bruises. Immediately he whined, falling back on his palms and giving you more room to mark your territory.

“Feisty.” Yu gladly moved to the other side and slipped a hand down to his boyfriend's pants. With one hand he fiddled with the button and zipper, taking a few seconds to get it all draped down so his boxers were in view. Slipping a hand down into them, Yu pulled out Yosuke’s erection with ease. Your eyes wandered down towards his crotch. Even if you were on a mission to leave as many hickies he’d let you, you had to get a peep at your ex boyfriend’s adult cock.

It seemed longer. You weren’t really sure if you were just imagining it bceause of the horniess taking control of any logical part of your brain. Do men’s penises grow after puberty anyway? You didn’t know. Not that it mattered and you reprimanded yourself about how honestly this was a weird thing to think about while kissing his neck. His dick had always been pretty. His glans were pink, a very cute aspect to any man’s cock; not that every man would appreciate hearing that. His tip was small, but got thicker down in his shaft.

Yu’s lean fingers wrapped around the base of his boyfriend’s pretty cock, giving a few sloppy strokes. “Isn’t he just cute when he falls into a mess?”

Yosuke whimpered, shaking his head violently. “I am not a mess..!”

Satisfied with your attack on his neck, you grounded yourself by placing a hand onto his leg and bent down. “I’ll return the favor.”

“Good idea.” Yu swiftly pecked Yosuke’s cheek. “Let’s get him naked first.”

“I can strip myself!” He protested with a grumpy tone. Pouting, he took off his clothes himself. He had to basically kick his pants and boxers off, but it worked and all the clothes were thrown off the side of the bed. During the midst of that Yu had also begun to strip, so of course you joined them in the no-clothing party.

Yu placed his hand against Yosuke’s lower back. “Sit up on your knees.”

“Huh? Why?” He questioned, however, he was already listening and got up on his knees.

“Because she’s gonna suck your dick and I’ll eat your ass.”

You had noticed that Yosuke wasn’t acting as drunk anymore and you just assumed that maybe the touching had sobered him up somehow, though that didn’t make any sense at all because time is the only thing that will sober anyone up, but he was still dazed and awkwardly put his hand on Yu’s shoulder and weakly pushed. “Nooo, not with her here, she’ll think I’m unmanly.” He whimpered.

“Uh, well.” You spoke up, sitting up on your own thighs. His pelvic was inches away from your own face and you were excited from the sight of his long cock twitching with anticipation. “I wanna… I wanna see it. Can he?”

Man, you never knew you were lowkey like this. Maybe the repressed lust you had ignored all these years was finally catching up to you. Even though a perky cock was right in front of you, your mind was wandering to trying to theorize who would fuck you first. There were so many possibilites. Yu could have his boyfriend suck his own cock while breeding your pussy or maybe Yosuke would be the one to fuck you, since he also got to eat you out first. You hoped maybe Yu would want to take a turn eating you out because Yosuke’s tongue surely awakened something inside you that craved more tongue fucking, but you wouldn’t say that outloud. Didn’t wanna seem needy.

“Oh.” Yosuke’s nose was red. “Alright... honey, I cleaned myself e-earlier today so it’s alright.”

Yu grabbed the fat of his ass with a cocky grin. He glanced over at you, much to your confusion, and tilted his head towards his boyfriends own dick. Was he signaling you to go ahead and start? You had a feeling he was about to do something… but hey, you just wanted his cock in your throat so no need to hesitate any longer.

Gently, you kissed his cockhead. Your pussy was fluttering from the smell alone. Even with the very obvious soapy stench, he really must have cleaned up nicely, the manhood stench still shone through and it was mind numbing. You parted your lips and slid his erection against your tongue, into your mouth. It would have been nice if you could swallow him all the way to the underside of his balls, but that wasn’t going to happen. You’d choke.

“You know, baby, you mentioned I had a spanking fetish earlier.” He gripped the fatty flesh tighter. “Maybe I’ll prove you right by smacking this fat ass of yours until my handprint is embedded in you.”

Damn.

Yosuke’s cock twitched in your mouth at the threat.

“Yu.” His voice was shaking. “Don’t. Ah, don’t tease me so much, I can’t handle it.”

“Mmm, I guess I’ll bruise your cute butt later. And maybe our special guest’s too.” He winked at you “If she's okay with that.”

You couldn’t answer him, not that you were listening anyway. No, no. You were too focused on sucking Yosuke. You were looking up at him with the sweetest expression you could muster. He was staring back at you with his drunken, adorkable stare. Two different types of ‘fuck me eyes’, but both were working. Your tongue lapping up his length to his glans was driving him wild. He had such breathy, loud groans and they were music to your ears. Each cry from him made your cunt clench around nothing begging to be filled. Honestly, no wonder Yu fell in love with him. Those whines were addictive. His hips twitch, you swallowed his cock further into the wet heat of your mouth. You gag around the sudden presence at the back of your throat. Fuck, you didn’t mean to choke yourself, it had been a while since you had a dick in your mouth. You pull back slightly to recover and begin to bob your head taking each inch one at a time, your tongue lavishing his cockhead with the same attention he gave your clit earlier. He even brought up a hand to his lips to try and muffle his loud moans.

While you were working on sucking the sweet cum out of Yosuke’s dick, Yu was starting to please him too. His tongue slid up the brunette’s inner thighs, getting closer to his twitching hole. Finally, his face pushed between his cheeks. Circling the ring of muscle, just to edge him on a little bit. No harm no foul. He was already getting his dick sucked, no need for Yu to hurry up and devour him.

He licks hot stripes from his ass down to his balls, pointing his tongue and flicking it against the skin in quick, teasing movements. He seals his mouth over his hole and sucks at the wrinkled skin, rubbing his cheek against the inner part of his leg as he forces more suction. He wanted to give his moaning mess of a boyfriend a sloppy handjob while doing this, sadly for him you had control of his dick for now. That’s okay. You look pretty with his cock in your mouth. Yu kept going, tongue moving in and out, almost in a rhythm. He was sorta losing himself in the moment, the moans he loved so much were getting distant as he got more focused on completing his task.

Yosuke was, putting it lightly, a fucking mess.

His pretty face was stained with streaks of tears. The crystal clear liquid dripped down his cheeks, only to fall off his chin. He wanted to grind his hips further into your throat. Your lips were so soft. Were all girls lips this soft? Were they that soft back then? It’s wonderful, he couldn’t get enough. You were glancing up at him with such pretty eyes. Drool was dripping off your chin and even when you gagged around his length you were simply beautiful. He wanted to thrust farther into your warmth, but he had to battle the desire to grind his hips into Yu’s face too. His knees started to shake and he was lucky that his boyfriend was gripping his thighs or he might have fallen down to his stomach. He found himself wishing that Yu had a longer tongue so he could lick him even deeper.

This was heaven.

It had to be. He felt like he was flying.

With one final mewl his head flew back and his creamy cum started to fall down your gullet. And even though you wish you could have been sexy, swallow it and say something snarky, you couldn’t. You haven’t had someone cum down your throat in so long and you weren’t expecting it to be so… rough. You fell back and started to sputter and cough like your life depended on it and it did. You were so busy choking to death you didn’t even notice Yosuke spattering out apologies and asking if you were okay, while Yu somehow got behind you and was leaving a hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry, I’m fine, I just didn’t expect it to be so… thick.” You waved off any concern.

Yu chuckled. “Yosuke has surprisingly thick cum. Alright, Yosuke wanna go ahead and fuck her?”

Yosuke’s hand shot up to his face, covering it. “Embarrassing! You can’t just change the subject like that!”

You clenched your thighs together. Your own horniness was taking over, you wouldn’t be surprised if your slick had gotten on their sheets. You watched as Yosuke and Yu were talking to each other, Yosuke asking if ‘it’s okay if he keeps going first and if Yu’s is having fun and that he loves him’ while Yu has a big smile on his face nodding, telling him ‘he’s happy and loves him as well’. It was cute and only made your pussy clench more. If one of them told you they loved you like that, you’d cum on the spot. Your friends are so, so sweet and you felt all giddy just watching their relationship.

Yu’s hands were feverishly wrapping around your thighs, bringing you back to reality. “Ready, sweetheart?”

Yosuke was also back in front of you. His nose was still red. He muttered. “Ah, sweetheart, cute…” to himself. Testing the pet name on his tongue. He liked it. It gave him the same itch in his brain that honey did.

You let Yu spread your legs revealing your dripping cunt. “Mhm, please, go ahead. I want it now.” You bit your lip, excited. Yosuke seems to be fucking you first. Not a surprise, but not a disappointment at all.

The brunette sucked in a breath and hurriedly reached over to the bedside table, snatching the boxes of condoms and pouring them out. He took one condom and also a bottle of lube, yet before he could even get his hands off the bedside table Yu spoke up. “Aw, babe, she doesn’t need lube, I mean look at her.” He took a finger and swiped up your slit. A gasp fell off your lips. “She’s soaked. You’ll slide right in. But, I’ll help stretch her a bit. If that’s okay?”

“Mhm…!”

Yu didn’t start slow. He dipped two fingers into your warmth. Your velvet walls instantly chewed down onto the long, slender length, welcoming them with glee. Drool collected on your tongue. His digits scissored your insides giving Yosuke a show, blood pumping to his cock. He already came, but his dick was just as hard and eager and god he wanted to sink into your pussy right now. His neediness absorbed him when Yu added a third finger and you practically howled in response.

Yosuke lifted your thigh even higher, aligning his cock against the top of your lips and stroking it down across Yu’s knuckles, his fingers were still buried inside your pussy, then back up again. “Yu, my balls are gonna explode, l-let me fuck ‘er.” His words slurred a bit, but the message got acrossed.

“Greedy boy.” He smirked, slipping his glistening fingers out of you. There wasn’t even a second to breathe before you felt Yosuke prop at your entrance, slowly and carefully pushing past the muscle and filling you up. He sunk into you slowly and you threw your head back with a moan. Your hole was stretched around him and you found yourself glad that Yu fingered you beforehand, or it might have hurt. Would you have minded the pain, though? Not really.

Yosuke was gentle. He wasn’t doing anything crazy like pull out to the tip and just slam back in. He kept a steady rhythm of short, skilled thrusts. Intentional or not, he was hitting your sweet spot with every buck and your whines echoed through the room. Your core was twisting and turning in all the right ways and oh my, if you lived with him you might be addicted to his cock. Yu’s hands were on your tits for the second time tonight, fondling and massaging the fat. You could feel the silver head erection against your back and a sense of guilt took over you. He hasn’t gotten to cum tonight. Just have been focusing on you and his boyfriend’s pleasure, not his own.

“Yu, ah, c’mere I’ll-” A loud moan interrupted you as Yosuke hit that spongy spot again. “-suck you off o-or somethin’”

He blinked, then smiled. “Concerned about me? Don’t be sweetheart. I’ll have my fun in a bit.” He hardly rolled your nipples between his thumb and finger. “Or are you just that cockhungry? Want me to fill ya up with cock too so you’ll be double stuffed? I don’t think you’re ready for that girly.”

“Shaddup.” Yosuke rolled his hips deep into you, every inch sheathed inside your cunt, and brought his face onto Yu’s. Once again, they were kissing. You had a full view of it from down below and even though you were disappointed he stopped moving, it was nice to see a kiss so close. It was sloppy and messy and not long at all, Yosuke pulling back with a string of saliva connecting the two lovers. “Want yer cock, put it in me and we can all feel good. Together.” He gulped slightly, lifting his hips and pushing back into your drenched pussy. “With… sweetheart..!”

“Oh, that sounds good.” Yu wiggled out from behind you. Your body sunk back into the pillow which was propping him up just a few seconds ago. He seized the lube he told Yosuke not to use along with a condom for himself. Slipping it on his erection, he poured some of the cold liquid in his palm. “Stop moving for a bit babe, sorry sweetheart, I know you want him thrusting inside you, but lemme get my baby ready for my fat cock.”

He could tell how you were getting a bit unsatisfied with the sudden stops. Still, having Yosuke fuck you while getting his own ass stuffed would be worth it. Your walls squeezed his dick from the thought alone, making him groan. “Ya like that…? Haha, sweetheart, you want me to get fucked, dirty girl, so cute!” Yosuke was drunkenly laughing and mumbling to himself.

A loud smack echoed throughout the room followed by a squeal from Yosuke’s lips.

You couldn’t see it from the angle, but Yu had just spanked him hard. “I said stay still.” He smiled warmly. “Let’s all feel good together.” With that, he rubbed the lube against his hole. Slipping the two digits inside to stretch him as much as he could in the short moments he had. Didn’t wanna keep the two of you waiting after all. In no time at all he had stretched him enough and pushed his cockhead past the ring of tight muscles and deep into Yosuke’s tight ass.

It all started at once. At first, it’s really sloppy. Yosuke would stop at small, random moments to suck in a breath before continuing to his shallow thrusts. Yu’s rough pounding seemingly sucking up all the energy out of the brunette’s, leaving you somewhat unsatisfied with the lack of any coordination for your pleasure. You should say something. But you didn’t want to. The odd sense of guilt that you could possibly be getting between their healthy relationship was tugging at your heart again. Maybe worse this time because your mind was wandering into dangerous territory of a mix of overthinking and self blame, so you didn’t wanna bring yourself to voice any opinions about tonight. It was fun. You were having fun. Your pleasure didn’t matter.

There was a tightness in your chest.

“Mmm, can feel everything.” Yosuke whispered, his pace picking up smoothly. In just a minute or two the boys have figured out how to get in sync to make this train of fucking work. Yu would buck his hips, deeply, into Yosuke’s pretty ass each time he pulled out of you which would leave him to thrust himself back into your pussy.

Holy shit, have they practiced this somehow? In mere seconds you went from being somewhat unsatisfied to gripping the sheets into your fist to keep yourself grounded, as to not lose yourself to the electrifying pleasure taking over you. There was no room to overthink anymore because you literally could not think with his cock abusing your g-spot in a perfect manner.

Your wet walls clenched around his girth, massaging his cock in an undeniable loving way. The sweet sounds falling out of your throat got both of the boys fired up. You made the decision to glance down to watch the cock breeding your cunt which might have been a happy mistake. The sight alone made you gasp and even bite your lip. Each time his cock pulled out you could see it coated with your juices and the way he was stretching you was miraculous.

Everything was so warm.

Specifically for Yosuke, who’s mind was so numb from the ecstasy that he couldn’t think of proper sentences at all. His ass was stretched to accommodate his boyfriend's cock, which he loves, and even though it hurt when he first sank into his tight hole, his ass was chewing Yu’s cock with need. His body was on fire; a fire he had been craving for so long, dear god this must be heaven. Dying and going to heaven was the only explanation for how wonderful this night was. His balls were tingling and he wanted to just cum again and let go, but the sense of wanting to savor this moment overcame him and he held his own as he continued to fill you up while simultaneously getting filled himself.

Yu couldn’t use words to describe the physical and mental gratification he was swimming through right now; contrary to your belief he wasn’t focusing on his own pleasure, he was basking in the light of pleasure right now. Frankly, he was a people pleaser. That was obvious from his attitude alone, however, what people didn’t realize was he always got off on watching his loved ones wither in pleasure that he was bestowing among you both. Of course, Yosuke’s walls tenderly squeezing his length was one of his favorite things in the world, yet his favorite thing would always be Yosuke’s eyes cloudy with lust and mouth agape from the constant cries proving how good he made him feel.

And of course the way you were sprawled out now, eyes rolling to the back of your head, lips wet from drool and moans, those adorable sounds your cunt was making, everything was addicting. His dick was rock hard from it all, desiring to fill both of you with cum, obviously the condom would block him from doing that. Yu had gotten into the habit of wearing condoms with Yosuke after he came inside him too much and it hurt his stomach.

No longer being able to hold himself up, the overwhelming pleasure exhausting him, Yosuke slowly collapses against your chest. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s too much, my hips are so tired.” His voice was shaking. “Oh god, Yu don’t stop, fuck, Sweetheart, I’ll make you cum, I promise, just n-need a small break.” His hand snaked down your groin and right against your throbbing clit. “Cute, cute girl.”

You were bumming and trembling with electricity that it didn’t matter if he stopped penetrating you, just stroking your puffy clit was more than enough to get you to the line of losing yourself in another orgasm. Tight circles were rubbed against your pearl and your back started to arch.

“Good boy. Stay considerate and make sure she cums.” Yu’s forehead shined with sweat, he took a hand and brushed the stringy bangs back. “I’ll reward you with one final push, I’m almost there too.”

Yosuke most certainly couldn’t hear the man fucking him, not with your whines buzzing through his ears as you finally saw a flash of white. You were squirting and he couldn’t even savor the moment as much as he wanted because his cocky ass boyfriend began to absolutely pound into him. He’d pull out to the very tip, slamming back in, the slaps of his pelvis hitting against his ass echoing throughout the room. Each thrust was abusing his prostate. Yosuke was hiccuping and crying, digging his fingernails into your soft flesh on accident, of course you didn’t mind. Soon cum was shooting out of his cockhead into the latex which was shielding his semen from your unprotected womb. He was sputtering words that hardly formed a proper sentence, his face cuddled up into your bosom.

Yu adored the sight. His sadistic side wanted to smack his fat ass, jolt him back up with the pain, but he couldn’t. Not with how adorable he was cuddling against your breast, while you tangled his hair between your fingers with a dazed look. His cock was still inside you.

That was all he needed to be pushed over the edge. Ropes of hot cum flooded out of him and into the condom. Yu enjoyed seeing his cum leak out of his boyfriend's hole after he got done breeding him, still, this was just as nice.

With a huff, Yu pulled out of him. Taking off the condom now full of his own sement, tying the end so nothing spilled out of it.

You were finally getting yourself situated again, you sat up a little, pulling yourself away from his odd cuddle of sorts. “That was… perfect.”

Yosuke gleefully hummed in response. He placed his palm against the mattress, pushing himself upwards and his cock out of your pleased cunt. Lazily rolling onto his back beside you, With you still up on his knees above the two of you, he slipped the condom off and without even being considerate enough to tie it; he threw it over to the small trash can in the corner of the room. Luckily, it went in so his cum didn’t stain the carpet.

“Yosuke!” Yu blurted out in a stern voice and you knew right away he was going to lecture him, but stopped at the sight of his partner’s eyelids slowly collapsing and his chest rising slowly, truly relaxed as he drifted to sleep. “Damn, I can’t get mad at him when he’s like that.” He also tossed his condom over to the trash can, then turned to face you. “Thank you. Again.”

“Ah, no, don’t thank me, I’m really happy you two wanted me.” Somehow you came somewhat self consciousness from the way Yu was looking at you with that charmful expression of his. You raised your arms to cover your breast and instantly closed your legs.

He licked his lips. “Y’know, that’s not fair.”

“Hm? What isn’t fair?”

“Yosuke got to taste you and you're still wet from cumming earlier, let me try some.” Before you knew it he had made his way over to you and placed a cold hand on your thigh, sinking down to the inner part and gently prying yourself bare to him.

Your face flushed. “Wait, I-i don’t know, I’m still so sensitive and it’s embarrassing-”

“Earlier you wanted me to tongue fuck you, I could tell.”

He had spread your legs wide open and your pussy was in front of his face to the point his breath was making you twitch. “B-but Yosuke is sleeping and…”

“I’ll be quick.”

He stroked his slimy tongue up your slit. He used his thumbs to spread your pussy lips so he had better access, dipping his tongue inside your sloppy cunt while his lips rested right above your swollen clit. You had just came and you were still so sensitive. Your core was twisting and turning and crying for a break from all the stimulation, but Yu didn’t care as he continued to slurp and suck up the leftover love juices of your own cum. You held a hand against your lips, muffling your own mewls. You didn’t want to wake Yosuke up. Would he be mad you continued without him? Is Yu gonna fuck you silly just like he did with his now passed out boyfriend? Your mind was going numb from all the perverted thoughts storming up in there, even making your pussy tremble with the fantasy of what could happen. He could easily pierce you on his raw cock and bounce you up and down, fucking you until you passed out just like Yosuke. God, how did he have the energy? You were already exhausted and Yosuke was gentle with you. Did those two fuck like that every day? It made you sort of jealous. The sex was amazing, the love was amazig, Yu’s tongue was amazing, please don’t stop, are you gonna cum again? Already? His tongue was hardly doing anything insanely special, but it was still so good; you wanted more. You wanted to be tongue fucked forever. It was absolutely amazing.

Then he stopped. You blinked from confusion.

Yu sat back up, smiling down at you. “See? Told you I'd be quick, sweetie.”

You realized what he was doing. That sadist, he was fucking edging you on! “Jerk..! There was no need for that, you ass!”

He chuckled innocently. “We can continue tomorrow.” He flopped on his back, right beside his snoozing boyfriend. He snatched the top of the blanket, which had gotten messed up during the love making, and placed it over Yosuke and his naked body. Wrapping an arm around the sleeping individual, he used his other hand to lift the blanket for you to get into his embrace as well. You rolled your eyes, still, you shimmied your way over and leaned into his chest. His arm circled its way around your lower back, pulling you into him. “You’ll be here, after all.”

You closed your eyes. “Mhm.”

“Thank you.”

“I said you didn’t have to thank me.”

“I know, but, still.”

“Go to bed.”

“Haha, yes, I will. Good night.” Yu kissed the temple of your head right before he closed his eyes, letting his head sink into the pillow he was up against. “We love you.”

The three of you all laid under one blanket, naked, exhausted, and probably still dirty from all sorts of bodily fluids. It was a gross, sweaty pile, yet somehow you had never felt so much love entering your heart at once.

Yeah. That’s right. This steamy pile was where you should be. Sleeping with Yosuke and Yu every night would be a dream come true. You can only hope that when you wake up tomorrow, it’ll turn into a reality. And it will. It has to.

Because you love them too.

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Kill me Romantically (Adachi x Reader fic)

Broken Toy (Chapter 1)

☆ Tags/warnings: Violence, noncon, blood / injuries, kidnapping

☆ Chapter two is here: Fifteen.

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You wish you weren’t a moron.

You were the oldest in the investigation team. The senpai of all of them! You were supposed to be the reliable third year, when things got hairy it was intended for you to give some kind of motivational speech to motivate the others to work even harder and beat up all the scary monsters that hid inside the secret world inside the TV. Well, maybe you weren’t exactly supposed to, but you sure as hell wanted to. It was pretty discouraging that Yu had always taken that role. However, you honestly can't complain. You relied on him just as much as the others.

Going to his house was fun. It was nice to see Nanako. She was sorta like everyone’s little sister. And even though Dojima was rather strict and fussed at you all for getting involved in things that didn’t concern any of you, he treated you all well. There was never a dull moment at Yu’s.

You may have had other reasons for going.

Dojima’s partner would show up every now and then for dinner. Adachi, the rookie detective who always had a freshly awkward grin on his face. His grey eyes always flickering with a relaxing, fun vibe which made you comfortable around him even with a serial killer on the loose. He was unreliable, Dojima was always scolding him, he’d blurt out things he shouldn’t with that big mouth of his, even so he would reassure us all that the police were on the case and not to worry! It was cute; knowing that the police case would never be able to know the actual cause of the deaths.

Yeah. That’s how it was supposed to go. The police shouldn’t know about the TV world, so it was up to you and your friends to save the town. Adachi was meant to just be this ditsy man who you had a tiny, tiny crush on. You’d get to know him and he’d fall for your womanly charms, you anticipate you had some, then both of you would get married someday. Like a fairy tale.

It was a spur of the moment. You had a craving for snacks and Junes was on your way home. Stepping through the automatic door with no caution that anything bad would happen, you spotted Adachi slacking off in the corner of the entrance. Yu had told you he had been hanging around there lately when you not-so-subtly asked about the older man you had an attraction to, yet this was the first time you’d seen him! This was a sign from the gods right? It had to be. They were telling you to go up to him and make yourself known! Bat your eyelashes all pretty and make him think of you for the rest of the night.

No, that was embarrassing, you couldn’t do that. Talking to him shouldn’t be an issue though.

So that’s what you did. Approached him and said hello. Made some light conversation before he told you he had to go pick up dinner before his take out place closed. In only a few minutes he left and you were too shy to offer to walk with him. It was a perfect chance too. You could’ve pulled the “Can you walk me home? I’m scared of that killer on the loose.” card, which wasn’t a card that any girl in love could use often.

He isn’t the type to cook. You bet he was eating take-out for dinner more than what was considered healthy. That’s when an innocent idea popped into your head, a cliche that anyone could guess you’d try and do if they knew about your crush on the cute detective.

You mean… you were an okay cook.

It was just in the spur of the moment. Do something nice to gain his favor. And you were certain Adachi appreciated you for it just like you wanted, because when you showed up at his apartment door with tupperware full of food for dinner, he eagerly invited you inside.

Yet, when you stepped inside his home, suddenly there was a warm, wet feeling on your face, a taste of copper in your mouth. A sharp pain was stinging you from between your eyes and the pain was so much you accidentally dropped the food, which spilled all over the floor. Oh, it fell on the carpet. Hopefully it won’t stain. That’d be bad.

Ow… huh?

Adachi was above you somehow. You could see him even with your hazy vision glaring down at you, getting farther and farther away, ah, because you were falling. Why were you falling? What was this ringing in your head?

Oh. Oh… it was because Adachi had punched you.

The sheer force of his blow made you fall over. Once was enough. You already collapsed to the ground, but he didn’t stop. He just kept hitting you and hitting you and oh god, it hurt so bad. You can’t think, you can’t see, your vision was so blurry and red, was that blood? Your blood? With just his fist he could make you bleed so much? Holy shit, he’s gonna break your nose. It was agonizing. Please stop. Just stop, you're already losing consciousness, please just make it stop, you’ll die at the rate, god, is he gonna kill you? No, you were gonna die. It hurt so bad.

It only stopped when the world went black.

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The loud clacking of footsteps woke you up. The ripped mattress you had been laying on for however many days had gone by since you were thrown down here with no means of escape wasn’t exactly doing a great job at giving you a comfortable rest, though the pounding in your head wouldn’t let your fear subside either. Your fear, huh? That’s right. Every time you saw the detective who used to be so charming, you were struck with genuine terror that would make your adrenaline pump. The worst part of it all was he enjoyed watching you squirm and get mad if you acted too confident. It was a lose lose situation for poor old you.

The creaky wooden door opened and your kidnapper stepped inside. His presence alone had you sit up and push yourself hard against the corner of the wall, trying to get as much distance away from the crazed man who you swore left a dent in your skull. It’s been days since you were taken and your head still hurts.

From the stairs he was already leering at you. A warm glint to his expression as he rubbed the back of his head with his usual freshly awkward demeanor, “I haven’t even entered the room yet and you're already running? I’m hurt.” A boyish chuckle fell off his lips and it felt so real that if you didn’t know any better you’d be sinking into his charm like you did before you had become his prisoner. Part of you thought maybe that would be for the best. If you just… gave up. Become putty in his palm to play with until he no longer wanted you. It’d be easy, but you were too stubborn to just give up. It’d be like admitting you didn’t have faith that your friends would find you.

You didn’t say anything.

“Giving me the silent treatment?” He clicked his tongue, annoyed. Shutting, and more importantly, locking the door behind him. “And I’m being so nice to come down to my dark, cold basement to visit you. I can’t even get a simple thank you? Girls are so difficult.” He continued to descend upon the stairs until he planted both feet onto the hard cement floor. His eyes never left you and the soft grin disappeared when he realized you really weren’t going to say anything. He enjoyed your distressed wailing and was not happy he didn’t get to hear it.

He marched over to you, kneeling down right in front of you. The distance between you and him was nothing more than a mere inch and you absolutely hated it, ugh, you can physically feel his eyes glaring a hole into you. Your entire body tensed up as you squeezed your eyes shut in fear that he was going to hit you again. It was an easy solution to make you sob.

The impact never came.

You slowly opened your eyes to see Adachi half-lidded staring at you. He lips pressed together in a thin, disapproving line. He was just… waiting. Lazily blinking in a bored manner. It was so intimidating and strange considering the fact he’d been slapping you upside the head whenever you frustrated him the past few days, that you physically couldn’t look at him. You turned your head with a huff, even so, Adachi’s cold fingers seized you by the chin, forcing you back to look at him.

Something was different about today. That was dreadful. Unpredictable Adachi was horrifying. You had to bubble up every bit of courage you had in you just to speak. “W-what?”

He sneered at you. “You think ignoring me is going to change the situation you’re in? Get the fuck over yourself.” His fingers left your face, thank god, and he sat up to pull over a wooden chair that he had brought down here the first night you were held captive. He spun the back to face you and sat on it, crossing his arms against the top of the backboard and resting his chin on his arms.

You whimpered silently to yourself. He wanted you to argue, defend yourself, you could tell he was trying to provoke you to say something. “My friends are gonna be looking for me.” You wrapped your arms around yourself to give yourself some form of comfort. You were your only supporter down here after all. “They won’t stop and the police will find me and you’re gonna r-regret this.”

“Pretty big talk for someone with a black eye.”

…he’s so insufferable.

You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. And he seemed so bored. It was dangerous if he got bored. He would want to hurt you again. He liked it when you were crying in pain and begging him to let you go. That adorkable detective you had come to cherish so much wasn’t real. It was a facade this whole time. You don’t know this Adachi. No matter how hard you close your eyes and chant Persona in your brain, nothing comes to save you. In this world you were just a weak, bruised girl standing against a man with the strength to break any bone in your body if wanted. You couldn’t do anything about him, who wanted nothing more than to ruin you and break you and oh god why is he looking at you like that!?

“Ah, yes, that’s how I like it. You’re just a scared girl, so act like it.” His lips curled into a big cocky grin. His sadistic side was gleaming.

You were crying. Tears were dripping down your cheeks and splashing against the sorry excuse of a mattress you were on. You shook your head violently.

“Terrified? Gonna have a breakdown?” He mocked you more, leaning down towards you as his chair lifted itself up to balance on two legs. “Maybe if you ask nicely I’ll let you go. C’mon, beg, entertain me.”

That was a lie. A cold shiver crawled up your spine, everything felt gross and your body was still hurting from the beating you had got. He was lying with a goofy laugh and you knew it. You could beg and cry and lick his fucking feet and he’ll just get off too it and then leave you down here. Starving and cold. You didn’t know if you could put up with this any longer. You thought you were strong. You were just fighting monsters with your awesome super powers the other day. Yet, every minute you stayed trapped in this god forbidden place you felt like you were losing your sanity. Were you gonna go insane? It sure felt like it.

With your big, wet eyes you glanced up at the psychopath. “Are you gonna kill me?”

A spark of emotion glowed on his dull face. Unfortunately, you were too agitated to realize. Maybe if you did, you would’ve stopped talking. “What did I even do to anger you so bad… I don’t understand, was it annoying I always tried to talk to you, or that I invited you to hang out with everyone?” your voice was cracking from the sheer horror of everything. “I-i don’t get it, I was so nice, why, if you wanna kill me, just do it already! I can’t take anymore!”

“Yes, that’s it!!” Adachi threw himself out of his chair, his voice booming through the room. In seconds he had a fist full of your hair and pulled you up to his face, your foreheads touching as he pushed your back hard against the wall. You felt like he was going to rip the hair out from the roots, he was holding you up so high that you were standing on your toes, which gave you almost no support so you had no choice but to rely on Adachi to hold you up in such a painful manner. “That’s just what I wanted, no, needed, to see.”

You squirmed in his grasp, but he either ignored you or was too busy with his own arousal to pay any mind. “You’re just a little whore, kissing up on an older man like you’re some kind of hot lil thing? I wanted to pound some true terror in you for fucking ever, so you’d stop with that annoying happy go lucky bullshit of yours and finally, you’re making the face I needed to see you make.”

Your ass hit the ground. Because he dropped you. Your face was inches away from his pelvis, making you blush which you found insane you were able to get flustered in a situation like this. His breathing was out of whack, his huffing and puffing filling your ears.

His stare was empty. You were petrified and all you could do was stare as Adachi’s hand brushed up against his own crotch, sloppily grabbing the buckle of his belt and undoing it. Slipping the leather out of the loops and tossing it to the side. It finally hit you what he was exactly doing. “No, no!” His pants sunk down, revealing the navy blue boxers he was wearing.

“Don’t move or I will break your fucking neck.” He hissed. His free hand pinching your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, while the other one was pulling out his hardened erection. Disgusting, you thought, he was getting off to your pain, so much to the point his long cock was leaking precum. “What a pretty mouth you have. You better not bite.” turning his hand, he stuck his thumb into your mouth. Pushing up roughly against your tongue, going back so far that you could feel part of his palm against your tongue. You tried to ask him to stop, even though you knew it was useless, and it really was no use with the man’s hand muffling your words. He kept on muttering different things to himself, ‘you’re a slut, I’ll ruin you, don’t stop shaking’, with his other hand he nonchalantly stroked his length. His thumb started to rub against the top of your teeth and it took everything in you not to bite down and run to the door.

That’d be nice. If you were able to just get past the detective. Get to the door and run to freedom. Find the front, see the blue sky you have come to miss so much, run and run and run back to your friends and jump into the safety of your arms. Chie and Yukiko would grab you and hug you so tight, Rise would warmly hold your cold hand, Kanji and Yosuke would be fighting back tears as they demanded to know what had happened to you, angry in your place, Naoto would be so grateful you came back alive and let you know she’d get you justice, and Yu… oh, Yu would pat your head. Tell you everything is okay. That they’ll protect you and never let anything bad happen to you again.

Adachi said not to bite him though and you knew he locked the door behind him. No point in angering him.

He was in a dazed state. He was just… feeling around your mouth while stroking himself. Occasional groans escaped his lips and his entire being was getting closer to you-

Wait, he was getting closer. With his dick out! His cockhead pushed into the skin of your cheek, right against the stream of tears, and after what felt like ages, he pulled his fingers out of your mouth.

“Adachi…” you weakly cried.

“Innocent girls are so fun to toy with.” He moaned. “Open, open girly, if I feel teeth I’ll fuck you until your belly is bulging with my cum” He rolled his hips effortlessly against your moist cheek and it was revolting. His delicates were touching your bare skin and you could even feel the slick of his love juices spreading against your face. You couldn’t even raise your hand to wipe it because he his legs were keeping you tightly in place

“I don’t want this!” You cried. “Please, please, stop, please I’ll be good, I’ll be so good, don’t do this, this isn’t you!”

Those words struck a nerve. Suddenly, his hand was tangled up in your hair again, crouching down so instead of his cock in your face it was his chest, which was better for you, but with his crazed eyes loured at you with a twisted glare, so obviously triggered by what you had said, maybe it’d have been better if you sucked him off without a complaint. You mean, he looked straight up ungodly, like he was seconds away from brutally murdering you for just speaking out of tone.“This isn’t me?” He was violating you by his immoral stare alone. “Then tell me sweetheart? Who is this Tohru Adachi you seem to know oh so well?”

Fuck.

Fuck, oh fuck, you really shouldn’t have said anything.

“I… I-i, you’re…!” The words were getting stuck in your throat. You were panicking too much, just calm down and talk, or he really might hurt you to a point you can’t recover!

“Speak clearly before I lose my temper.”

“Well, um, you..” your voice was hoarse. Think. Think fast. Who was the Adachi you loved so much? Out of everyone you’ve ever met, why was he special to you? The Tohru Adachi only you know.

Oh, of course, that.

“O-one time when you got drunk over at Yu’s house, when you came home with Dojima early, a-and so everyone was hanging out, because we were already over.” You gulped, praying in your mind he wouldn’t get impatient with your story. “Everyone was so busy chatting up everyone else and you were just off to the side, alone, drinking, so I sat next to you and we were talking a little.”

Adachi's manic face only worsened due to the fact your story seemed to have no end. You could tell in a few seconds he was going to shut you up and hold true to his promise. You spoke faster, more panicked. “After some time you smiled at me and I was just like, what is it? A-and you said I make rooms nice. That it was nice to just sit next to me, that I was the type of person that many don’t come across, so you thought I was unique and that’s when I fell in love with you.”

Silence filled the air. Adachi’s expression shifted to a more disappointed, disgusted look, and maybe if you had killed his boner with your not so romantic love confession, he’d leave you free to stay in the cold room untainted another night.

“I said that so I could get off on imagining destroying your pathetic naive face later that night. And I did.” Smirking at the utter despair consuming you, he used the hand still gripped into your hair to shove your face up against his crotch again. “I remember how it felt good, thanks for that.” The hand creeped down to the back of your neck, the tiny hairs on your flesh standing up.

His erection was spread against the bridge of your nose, the strong scent of his manhood filling your nostrils and your face scrunched up from reflex alone. Did all men have this mind numbing stench? The most intimate you have gotten with a man was a simple hug. Right here and now Adachi was crossing the boundaries of intimacy because he was literally violating you and for some reason your body was betraying you. The sight of his pulsating cock was sending bolts of dangerous curiosity to your core. It was making you mad. How could your nerves be on the side of the man about to use you as nothing more than a toy? The same body which was black and blue thanks to his beating was getting aroused at the sight of his cock.

Adachi licked his lips. “If you love me so much, open that slutty mouth of yours. I’m going to face fuck you one way or the other.” He was a predator looking down at his meek prey. Hesitantly, you parted your lips to make room for him. You tried to open as wide as you possibly could, he did say no teeth. “Good…” he groaned, his cockhead sliding against your tongue and deeper into your mouth. A sense of relief overcame you with how gentle he appeared to be. Even if he was just trying to ride out the high of your inner cheeks lubricating his shaft, it was a nice break from the aggressive, violent Adachi who was threatening to break you in every other sentence.

With a single buck of his hips, his heavy balls slapped against your chin and your throat clenched around the foreign meat hitting the back of your throat merciless. Your forehead was literally against his pelvis and for the love of god, you can’t breathe. You were gagging, choking, and Adachi didn’t care in the slightest. He held you in place, his nails digging into the bright, red flushed skin that were your cheeks. He loved how red your face was from all the crying, he couldn’t keep his eyes off it.

Adachi wasn’t going to go slow. Pulling out to the very tip of his dick, before slamming it back into your wet throat. He said he was going to face fuck you and he meant it. Keeping up the rough pace, he continued to ruthlessly thrust making your tummy squeeze and turn in circles. Thoughts weren’t couldn’t even form anymore, your mind was mush. All that you could focus on was Adachi. Everything he was doing from fucking your face, his nails digging into your flesh, his balls slapping against your chin full of cum that you knew you were going to have to drink. Would that be bad? Does cum taste bad? The taste of his cock was somewhat bitter, yet you didn’t hate it. The saltiness filling your mouth could be addicting if Adachi did this to you every day.

“Cock whore.” He spat out, he was huffing and you could tell he was overwhelmed with pleasure. “You always wanted my cock. You wanted me to fuck you like this.” His pace slowed down, giving you time to properly breathe again. “What kind of girl comes to an adult man's house alone in the middle of the night? Yeah, mmm, you wanted this disgusting bitch.”

Ouch. He was calling you disgusting. You didn’t even do anything wrong.

You rolled your tongue against the base of him, taking Adachi by surprise. He practically howled as you slurped the love juices off out of the slit of his cockhead, rotating your tongue around his sensitive glands. Why were you doing this…? You yourself weren’t really sure. You weren’t thinking properly and somehow it was like an instinct to try and please him. The faster he came the faster this whole ordeal was over. Your head was spinning, you felt a heat pool up, and all you wanted was to just lay down and sleep. Get rid of this disgraceful feeling inside you, because there is no way it feels good to have your mouth assaulted.

“Fuck, fuck, good, you cumbucket, that’s right.” With a final buck of his hips, his cock pushed deep inside you and a hot, thick liquid started to pour down your throat. Dear god, it was so bitter. The metallic taste filled your throat and all you could do was sit there while Adachi made you swallow every drop, because there was no way he was going to pull his cock out of your mouth until he was sure you did.

You were grateful for the oxygen filling your lungs again. Adachi was pulling up his black dress pants and fixing his belt back around the loops. You eventually were able to get yourself together, then tucking yourself back against the corner of the wall, looking at him meekly wondering what his next move was. After that stunt you pulled you were scared he was going to scream more degrading insults at you and get physically violent.

Hunching down, Adachi’s hands wrapped themselves around the back of your neck again, pulling you into him so quickly you couldn’t even get a word out before his lips smashed into your own. Your mind was numb, so when he forced his tongue deeper, you let him, his tongue spinning against his own. Ugh, his saliva was mixing with your own.

With a pop he pulled back. For someone who just came in your mouth, then feverishly kissed you, you didn’t expect such a…. Dead expression. “Gross. I can taste myself.” He stuck out his tongue, exaggeratedly gagging to mock you. You yelped loudly from the sudden feeling of his fingers against your thighs, lifting them slightly to see up your skirt.

No… how embarrassing. Your panties were soaked. He raised his eyebrows curiously for a quick moment, before returning to the deadpan face, letting your skirt fall back down against your thighs.

“A.. Adachi?” It wasn’t like you wanted his attention, but you were questioning what he was about to do. You couldn’t read him at all. He had already fixed his pants, so you were pretty sure he wasn’t going to take it farther, yet he so obviously had something more to say.

“Shut up.” Harshly, his palms slapped against your cheeks. It stung badly, your face had already gone through so much that every little touch seemed to hurt at this point. “Listen. You aren’t ever getting out of here, okay? You’re going to stay in this room until you fucking die.”

His tone was so strident. Every word he spoke he genuinely believed was the truth. “Even if I put on that stupid facade, I’m still a police officer. And you came to my house alone, without telling anyone, and I know that for a fact because when you were reported missing your parents said you told them you were just ‘going to see a friend.’. There are no witnesses either. No one in this entire world knows you're here, except me.”

He was right. You told your mom that you were going to a friend’s house. It was late too, so no one was out walking the streets.

Finally, a spark of emotion appeared on his face. “Oh, of course I mentioned how you confided in me about running away. So the missing case you think you have, doesn’t exist. They wrote it off that you ran away.”

...oh. It hurt. Your heart felt like it was just ripped in half. Then crushed, blended up, and disposed of in hot lava.

“M-my… my frien-” you started to argue back, yet he didn’t let you have a chance. “Your little friend group isn’t all mighty, you dumbass, even with a detective on their side have they found you? No. They haven’t. And they are too busy trying to play savior of the town to even care about you. You are going to be my plaything down here until I get tired of you and kill you myself, understand? Your life revolves around me now.”

With that off his chest, he let you go. You sunk into the mattress hugging yourself. That couldn’t be true. Your last hope, your friends, they would find you, yeah you should be fine, they’ll find you. So why is your body trembling so much? No, stop, don’t have a panic attack, that’s what he wants. It’s so cold, this room is always cold. If you’re going to be here forever, does that mean you’ll just freeze for the rest of your life? You’ll never feel the warm sun against your bare skin again? You wanted to go to the beach this summer. You had so many things you wanted to do and now you’re going to die in this shithole! You can’t handle it. You want water, your throat is uncomfortably dry, can’t someone bring you water? Only Adachi is here. He won’t bring you any. God, no, you’ll only see Adachi for the rest of your life. This evil, devil of a man was going to be your life now… he’s going to control every aspect, even your own body.

No, shush. You can’t be thinking about these things. You’ll be okay. He wants you to freak out, that’s why he’s saying these… these lies! You can’t give into him like earlier. If you continue to fall into his trap, you really will be here forever.

So stop shaking! Please!

“Now, my precious girl.” He was back on the chair, his legs crossed politely, a sickening grin filled his twisted face. The detective’s eyes gleamed with an eager to see you squirm even more after violating you. The lustful aura still around him, ready to bend you over and pound your stomach full of cum any moment he pleased. “Cry for me again.”

Adachi was somewhat childish with his desires. No matter what, he did whatever he wanted, and got whatever he wanted.

That’s why he got you. And he wants to break his new favorite toy.

#tohru adachi #persona 4 #persona #persona 4 golden #yandere #yandere smut #adachi tohru

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Mommy's Boy (Iida x Reader)

ღ Warnings/tags: Semi-blackmail themes, pegging, bdsm themes

Iida has giant tits.

You never paid too much attention to the rule loving class President before. Something about his demeanor kept you at arm's length. Besides, he was best friends with Deku and Ochako. No room for you to crawl yourself in, not that you wanted to. You had tons of other eye candy in the class that wouldn’t yell at how improper you are for having your skirt a little higher than the protocol.

But one day after training you accidentally walked into the boys locker room. And that’s when you saw him. Tenya Iida, shirtless, with big arms, a big ass, and holy shit the juiciest chest you’ve ever seen.

Everything changed after that.

During Aizawa’s lectures you’d tune him out to stare at how the fabric of Iida’s shirt was tight around his pecs. If they grew any larger they’d bust out that shirt for the world to see. Sometimes if you were conveniently behind him you’d glance downwards to see if his ass was just as fat. Spoiler alert, it was, deliciously big enough to sink your hand in. Perfect size to smack it until it was bright red with your handprints.

God, you’d do anything to sink your teeth in his chest while he sobs uncontrollably as you dominate him. Make him feel so good he’ll die if you don’t touch him everyday. Have him on his knees begging for you to make love to him. It would be perfect having such a well respected, strong man at your feet doing whatever you ask of him.

But how were you supposed to convince him to fuck you? He’s the type to preach about how sex should only be done after marriage and that it was our jobs as students to focus on our studies, not our love lives. You were just trying to live your life happily. It just so happened that being in love with Iida’s tits was a part of that happiness now.

Honestly, you gave up for a while. You didn’t have the confidence to push yourself to start a relationship with Iida. Love or lust, both were just left alone. You had to settle for masturbating to the thought of him choking on your plastic cock, even if it was morally wrong to invade your classmates' privacy with your fantasy, though, who cares at this point? You weren’t like Mineta. You kept your fantasies to yourself like a proper lady.

Oh! A proper lady! There is something in you that Iida might like.

It didn’t matter though. Lady luck had other plans to pit you and the charming president together. Unbeknownst to you, Iida wasn’t the goody two shoes he made himself out to be. And you got to find that out by a single piece of mail.

It wasn’t your intention to snoop! You had just ordered some new cute shirts so you were going out to the mailbox to get and lo and behold there was another box with your stuff. You thought it’d be a nice thing to bring it in so whoever ordered something wouldn’t have to go to the trouble of walking all the way to the front of the school to get to the mailbox. So, you went ahead and brought it in.

Of course, you checked the name, it had a printed label with the address and the name “Tenya Iida”. It was quite a coincidence that the man you had your eye on had ordered something and given you the chance to speak to him, but someone from the heavens must’ve been on your side to let you have the opportunity to see the company’s name printed on the label.

Bad Dragon.

Whoa.

Iida, your sexy classmate, had purchased something from a kinky sex shop?

At first, you didn’t believe it. Maybe there was another company named Bad dragon that sold super awesome textbooks or something. That had to be it. But, you had bought some things from the store yourself and you recognized the logo.

Wow.

You wonder what it is.

You shook the box. It wasn’t very helpful besides confirming there was definitely a solid object in there. Probably a dildo though. That’s what everyone buys from bad dragon! Was it a normal type? How big? Did he secretly have a size kink and get one of them which had a giant knot? Or maybe he was secretly a monster fucker and got a tentacle one.

If he likes it up the ass then your fantasy really can become a reality.

You couldn’t hide the obvious lustful smile planted on your face as you skipped back to the dorm room. Ignoring everyone in your way and heading straight back to your room, throwing your packages of clothes on your bed and gently placing the special box on your dresser. A surge of confidence had taken over your mind and all you could think about was to get some lube, then get ready to have a night of pure pleasure.

Plus, thinking about what kinda sex toy Iida bought was making your pussy greedy.

You shoved a bottle of lube into your bag, another thing that will prove to be useful later, and the special package that would make this night possible. You giggled to yourself and with that, you left your room and headed over to Iida’s. Fingers crossed he was in there. Or it’d be awkward with you just standing out there. You stood in front of his door. On a Friday night. With a book bag slung over your shoulder and a creepy grin on your face.

No way he’ll know somethings up!

You shook the smile off your face and gripped the box confidently with one arm, knocking on the door with the other. The broad man didn’t take long to open the door at all, looking down at you with a perplexed expression on why you were visiting so late. Face to face with his boobs, you started getting cold feet.

Just kidding, your core was way too hot to let any part of your body get cold. “Hey Iida, your Bad Dragon order came in.”

His entire expression dropped. You’ve never seen someone break into a nervous sweat so fast and somehow it was so pleasing to watch. Just a sentence got his nerves that high? You have that kinda power? You liked it.

He reached up to fiddle with his glasses, stumbling on his words like a child who just got caught stealing candy from the store. “O-oh, um, it’s just, you know… quirk… things? I don’t- erm, t-thank you for getting it to me!” By judging how chill you were Iida wrongly assumed maybe you just didn’t know what Bad Dragon was and that he could get away with this with a small white lie. “It came early. Well, good night!”

He sure was known for being fast. He snatched the box out of your hand in less than a second and rushed to close the door, yet you were prepared he’d try and flee so you had your foot blocking the door. He couldn’t close it unless he crushed your poor foot. Which would hurt. Thankfully, he didn’t.

“I didn’t know sex toys help your quirk.” You glimpsed at him with a cocky tone. “Can I come in?”

Iida’s entire world crashed in front of him at that moment. You could see the fear grow in his eyes and his cheeks flush bright red. It seemed small but it was humiliating to him. He had worked so hard to keep up the expectations of the great Iida family and now it was all falling apart in front of him. Someone knew he was secretly a pervert. He didn’t know what to say. He had to work up some guts to even order this and he had been tracking it like crazy to make sure no one would see him go and grab it. Why did FedEx have to fail him and not let him know it got here early? And why did his classmate who was going to confront him about it see it?

All he could do was nod slowly. What else was he supposed to do? The quicker you got in his room the quicker no one would see you and question what was going on. It was already beyond embarrassing that you found his secret, he didn’t want anyone else to go snooping into his life. This was already terrible enough.

You smiled and walked right in, he shut the door behind him and followed you right over to where you sat on his bed.

“I can explain-” He was desperate to tell you some kind of excuse. Something to defend himself with.

You waved your hand, dismissing him. “You don’t need to explain anything, Mr. President.” You playfully winked at him. “I like Bad Dragon’s products too.”

Iida gulped to himself. He was sweating like crazy and he couldn’t stop shifting his weight between his feet. He had to do something to distract himself from his nerves. He had no idea what you were planning to do with this information or why you wanted to be in his room alone?

Well. Part of him could tell that you possibly had lewd intentions. The way you were looking at him with a hungry graze, the mysterious bag, and the worst part was he was completely under your mercy and for some reason… it was arousing him.

It was gross. This was the part of him he hated and tried to hide. He didn’t understand why pain made him feel good. Trying to repress it didn’t work. He had been this way since middle school. This situation was amplifying those feelings. All he could think about was how he wanted to run and hide, pretend this never happened. Masturbating made him feel like shit, the way he couldn’t get off without squeezing his cock too hard to the point it hurt disgusted him. He couldn’t stand his masochistic ways and now you were just a step away from finding out. Out of everyone, it has to be you.

You were just his type.

“What… What do you want?” He whispered meekly. “Are you gonna blackmail me? Do you want money?”

That made you laugh. Money? You didn’t need nor want money. “No, cutie, I just wanna hang out.”

Iida flinched. “Cutie?”

“Yeah, you don’t think you’re cute? I thought it was cute seeing you squirm at the doorway when you realized I picked up whatever sex toy you had brought.” You placed your palms on the end of the mattress and winked at him. “I think you’re cute right now, looking at me with such an humiliated expression.”

His face was already red, yet now it was glowing with something more. He had never been complimented in such a manner, and that wasn’t surprising at all, but still what was happening right now was beyond him. He had hated this side of him for years. He did everything he could to try and stop his feelings, force himself to be normal. He couldn’t be a hero if he got off on pain. Was he gonna cum every time he got hurt in a fight? No. That was ridiculous. He was ridiculous.

You, on the other hand, think it's cute.

“You’re a whore, you know that?” You purred. Iida sucked in a breath at your tone. “Taunting me with that lewd body of yours. Every time I see you and those tight shirts you wear I just wanna attack you. Making me out to look like a monster or something? I’m hurt.”

“No, no! I’ve never flaunted myself like that… I’m not a whore, don’t say that..!” He whimpered. “It’s just muscle. I’m gonna be a pro hero so that’s normal.”

“Sure, sure.” You scoffed. “Why don’t you open your package now?”

He bit his lip nervously. He couldn’t. Opening that package meant there was no walking away from any of this. He wasn’t dumb, he knew you were going to use whatever was in the box to your advantage and make him fall at your knees. And sure, his cock was twitching at the thought. If you accept this side of him he hates so much and fuck him like crazy….

He was worried he might accidentally fall in love with you.

“C’mon cutie pie, open the damn thing.” You leaned back and glared down at him. “I’m getting impatient.”

With that, Iida fell to his knees. You got him. He could only think about his dick right now and it was telling him to let you humiliate him farther. He reached over and picked up a box cutter by his desk. It didn’t take long for him to rip open the package and pull out the item which led you both to be here tonight. Your suspicions were correct, it was a dildo. It was a bright red color, with a big base and long shaft, the tip shaped like a mushroom.

“Oh wow!” You clapped your hands together. “Is this your first dildo? It’s pretty big. Aren’t you a brave one huh? Or are you an expert at using your ass?”

Iida held the plastic dick shyly, not looking you in the eye. “Please don’t tease me. I’ve never tried stimulation with my prostate, I was just curious… because I’ve seen interesting… videos and stuff.”

“That’s a lie.” You raised your foot up to his chin, forcing him to look at you with those wide puppy dog eyes. “Why else would you buy a dildo? Tell mommy the truth~”

“Mommy..?”

“Yes, I’m your mommy now, understand?”

Iida wailed to himself. You definitely unlocked something inside him. “Okay, alright, erm, Mommy.” He tested the word on his tongue. He liked it.

You never had someone call you mommy so this was a perfect time to try it out. You loved the idea and someone as attractive as Iida calling you mommy could never be a lost. And it was sexy, so bonus points.

“So baby boy, answer me. How do you usually masturbate? I wanna hear all about it.”

The cloth around Iida’s crotch tightened. His body felt all tingly and hot. He didn’t understand how you could say such nasty things with a smirk on your face. In your presence, he felt like a bug you could squash with ease. Yet in the power dynamic that was going on, he had never been so turned on before. The authority you had over him was mind numbing. He wanted to, no need to, touch himself. He wanted to cum. It was just like in those porn videos he shamefully watched. You were gonna fuck him with your own cock.

Can you hurry it up? Can’t you just shove him down and strip him bare? The fact he was thinking all these things was so dirty. He was dirty and needed to be punished. By you, god he wanted to beg you to punish him. Call him a filthy whore again. Is he allowed to say that out loud? Will you judge him to a point of no return? Everything he had thought he had to hide forever was coming to light at this moment.

Mommy. His mommy. His mommy wouldn’t judge him, no, she wanted him to be this way. There was no need to hide

Iida rubbed his chin against your foot, you could tell lust was overtaking him. His eyes were cloudy like he only wanted one thing. You hoped that one thing was you, but you could already tell it was. He was falling into your trap. “I’ll rub my c-cock. Hard. I’ll squeeze it so hard it hurts and I’ll cry from the pain but, mommy, god, it feels so good. A-and I’ll pinch my nipples while doing it sometimes too.” He was shifting uncomfortably on the floor. The bulge in his pants twitching, much to your delight. “One time I saw an adult video of a woman having intercourse with a man, but she was fucking him and I got addicted to the idea. My fingers weren’t enough so I bought the first dildo I found on the internet, I wanted more, I’m going insane, I’m so horny, please, you can do whatever you want to me, just please don’t tell anyone about this. It’s humiliating, I’d be ruined.”

Your core grew hot.

“Get on the bed.”

And Iida did just that. He walked right over, only to have you push the meaty boy down onto his own mattress. If you had the strength you’d simply rip his clothes off him. Oh well, however, you didn’t. You pulled his shirt clean off the top of him and finally got to see the chest you had lusted over for so long close up to you. You sank your fingers into the meaty flesh and held back a moan yourself. It was everything you dreamed of and you couldn’t physically stop yourself from leaning down and licking his perky nipples. Iida mewled softly as your slimy tongue licked his chest up and down.

“If you were a girl, I bet your milk would be tasty.” You jest. Reaching down and unbuckling his belt. “Tell me, do you think you’re worthy of me fucking your brains out? Why should I waste my time pleasing a whore like you?

Iida sat up just a tiny bit to watch you painfully slowly take off his belt, teasing him by tugging at the hem of his trousers. The tent in his pants obviously begging to be taken care of.

“Huh? I-i don’t have a reason, I just want you to… please?” It was a sorry excuse of begging and you were not satisfied. You snapped back the hem of his trousers and it slapped against his skin, making him yelp. “God, no, because I love you? Mommy, my cock is going to explode and it hurts.”

“Don’t you like when it hurts though?”

Iida batted his eyelashes. “I want you to hurt me.”

“Now that is a good reason.”

You reached over to your bag and dumped out everything onto the bed. Iida watched the two different items fall out. He expected more but quickly noticed what you brought was just enough to leave him pleased enough he could die. A bottle of lube and a strap on harness, with a plastic dick attached to it. Not as big as the one Iida had brought, however, Iida knew it would still stuff him in the most delicious way. After that you finished stripping your new boy toy. Pulling both his pants and boxers down at the same time.

You licked your lips. His cock was pretty. It was long, with his cockhead pink and cute. The veins covering his penis were bulging out. His glans curving downward introducing you to a thick shaft with a curl in it. You could already tell if you had that inside you he would be able to hit your g-spot without any effort at all. His pubic hair was even groomed properly to highlight how heavy his balls hung from him. They were stocked up with fresh cum you couldn’t wait to squeeze out of him. And the curve of his ass was just as beautiful. His body was made for you to stuff him with cocks.

“See? I was right. Your body is so slutty.” You leaned down and kissed his tip. “All mine. Right? My baby boy hasn’t been fucking anyone else?”

Iida was holding back drool at this point. “No, mmm, you’re my first.”

“Good.” You reached over to the lube and poured it all into your palm. “I’m gonna stuff your ass.” The adorable mewls from him made you want to go ahead and put on your own cock and fuck him until daylight, yet you knew you had to be patient. Get him nice and ready so he can take you. Rubbing the lube on his aching hole only made him aroused more, yet ashamed at the same time.

“Watch. Don’t you dare look away.” You hissed at him. He whimpered, but obeyed and watched as you slipped two fingers in his eager entrance. His eyes widened and he cursed slightly under his breath, his eyes not leaving you fingering him once. Scissoring his insides to loosen him up as much as you could.

“Mommy!” He yelled when you added a third.

“Be careful, someone might hear. They’ll figure out their president is just a cock loving masochist.”

Tears were forming in his eyes. Even after you said that, his voice didn’t let down and he was even rocking his hips against your fingers. His insides were clutching onto you like they never wanted you to stop. You were getting impatient. You wanted to hear him scream already.

You slipped your fingers out and brought your hand down harshly against the fat of his ass. He moaned, loud, and the tears started to fall down his face. That made him cry? You couldn’t wait until you were completely sheathed inside him. He’d sob. “Get on all fours, bitch.” You spat at him.

He turned himself over and got onto his hands and knees, his ass presenting itself to you. His asshole was twitching with anticipation. You had already started to slip out of your shorts and adjust the strap on onto your underwear. Iida watched as his mouth watered and he sneakily reached his hand down to stroke his cock.

You slapped his ass again. Harder. A glowing red handprint bruised on his porcelain skin. Iida trembled under you, his toes curling. “I’m sorry!” He yelled out. “I’m sorry I touched myself without permission, I’m sorry for being so needy, please forgive me, please fuck me, I want your cock inside me so badly it’s driving me insane.”

You tighten the strap on perfectly. “Good boy, you knew you did something wrong, good boys deserve rewards don’t they?” You detached the cock originally attached to your strap on and picked up the dildo Iida had chosen for himself. You strapped it on successfully and aligned your hips against the curl of his ass. “I’ll fuck you with the cock you picked out. Now what do you say to mommy?”

Iida whined. “Thank you! Thank you for fucking a disgusting whore like myself.”

A simple thank you would have done, but holy shit was that sexy.

You spread his cheeks to get a good look at your cock sinking itself inside your new favorite plaything. You held your breath at the sight. You hardly pushed the tip inside and Iida was already sinking into a mess. He was clutching the sheets so tight he had pulled them off the mattress and his words were slushing together you couldn’t understand what he was saying. His chin was pressed against the mattress and drool was leaking down his cheeks.

“Baby, can you take this? You’re already a complete mess.”

“IcanIcanIcan, more, in me, shit, oh my god.” You had never heard Iida curse so much in one sitting and you were loving it. You trusted his word. If he says he can take it, then why not believe him? You slowly pushed yourself deeper and deeper in him and it was so satisfying watching his asshole suck you inside. Inch by inch. His shaky breaths were music to your ears.

You pushed your chest against his back, kissing his neck softly. “I’m entirely inside you. You practically sucked me in. I’m gonna fuck you so hard your hips are gonna bruise now? Alright? Isn’t that what you want me to do?”

Iida’s face was stained with tears. He grinded his hips against your cock. “I l-love it. I’m gonna die!! It’s so good.”

“Slut.” You spoke one last time before you almost pulled your entire strap on out, then slammed it right back inside. You kept your thrusts as strong and fast as you could make them, leaving the insides of his asshole twitching. The friction was mind numbing and Iida’s eyes were rolling to the back of his head as he was sobbing into the fabrics of his own bed. The sound of sticky lube echoing throughout the entire room. You won’t lie, you were semi nervous because you had never used your strap on before, minus riding it yourself, so you thought your inexperience would leave Iida unsatisfied. However, his cries of ecstasy gave you the confidence to continue making love to him. You sucked bruises down his neck, ignoring the fact there would be no way he could even hide all of these love marks the next day.

Before you knew it Iida was cumming. Thick, milky cum pouring shooting out his dick into a puddle. You smiled at the sight, biting down on his neck hard. He squealed and his body gave out. Laying flat on his stomach in his own cum.

“Ahh, nngh! I’m s-still sensitive! Slow d-down please!” He begged you, but you refused to listen. You bucked your hips harder. The sound of your own hips slapping against his lubricated ass was too addicting for you to stop. You sat up, slapping his side to signal him to turn over on his back. He got the message and flopped over. You could finally see the mess which was his face. You settled between his legs and continued to pound him. You met his chest with your own and feverishly kissed him, shoving your tongue down his throat. The pleasure was overwhelming and Iida could feel the heat of ecstasy in every single one of his nerves. He was growing dizzier and dizzier.

You felt him cumming onto your stomach. He had no idea he had the ability to cum so much. You were sucking it out of him dry.

Your tongues were wrestling with each other. Saliva was mixing with each other. There wasn’t a single part of Iida’s mouth you didn’t taste yourself. Marking your territory everywhere. Your hips began to give out and Iida’s body was given out on him too. He had cum so much his balls were sore and his mind was numb.

You pulled out of him. His hole empty and twitching, missing the thick object that was just filling it with pleasure. You flopped over onto your back and quickly caught your breath. Iida scooted over, wrapping his hand against your own. “T-thank you. That was amazing.”

Glancing over at him, with a raised eyebrow. “Flattery? Just because we’re done fucking doesn’t mean you don’t show some respect, hm?”

“Thank you, mommy.” He corrected himself with a smile. “Are we… I mean, is this gonna be a thing all the time?

“Of course it is.” You sat up and started to unbuckle your strap. “You’re my cutie now. Don’t you wanna spend time with mommy? I can take you on special dates and we can eat lunch together at school. And I'll be able to touch your tits whenever I want.”

Iida sucked in a breath, his cheeks flushed red again. “I-i said it was muscle, not breasts!”

“You can touch mine whenever you want too.” You giggled. Slipping off your panties and spreading your legs, Iida’s eyes almost popped out of his head. You rubbed your throbbing clit as he dumbfoundedly stared at your drenched pussy in pure shock. “Clean mommy up, won’t you?” Iida thought he couldn’t go on. He didn’t realize the sight of his new mommy’s pussy could recharge him so much.

“Yes! I-i’ll eat you out.”

Ah. Thank god for the mail.

#tenya iida #iida x reader #iida smut #dominant reader #submissive iida #strap on #pegging #my hero academia #mha #mha iida #tenya x reader #mommy kink

[meanwaffle]

Good girl (Denki x Reader)

ღ Pairing: Yandere Denki x Idol Reader

ღ: Warnings/Tags: Dubcon, Kidnapping, Delusions, Semi-violence, Breeding mention.

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Your head was pounding and it felt like every muscle in your body was throbbing with agony. You couldn’t even see the bruises up and down your body, because there was what you assume was a blindfold. Part of you was glad. Did you really wanna see what room you were in? Not really. It was too scary. You could tell you were on some sad excuse of a mattress and cold metal against your wrist and ankles, chains or handcuffs probably. Attempting to wiggle or shake to see how stuck you were was an absolute no go, it’s not like you had the strength and you felt too sore to even try. The pain taking over your body was so foreign to the spoiled little princess you were that you couldn’t even mentally process the battered state you were in.

You got kidnapped, didn’t you?

This shouldn’t be happening. You weren’t even that popular in your idol group. And that was putting it nicely, because you just got ranked eighth in the popularity poll last month.

Out of eight. Ouch.

Snap out of it! It was not the time to wallow in your unpopularity. Besides, it’s not your fault the agency is forcing you to have the ‘silent, distant’ persona! Nobody likes idols like that!!

You had just finished the last concert of your tour over japan with your Idol group, JPX8, and were staying with the other girls at a nearby hotel before it was time to hop on the plane and head back home. But, it was a blur, you can’t even recall a moment of what happened when you got to the hotel.

Just your luck. Your memory is failing you when you could potentially be dying.

Honestly, you didn’t even wanna know. Maybe it was just a bad dream and eventually you’ll be shaken awake by your manager rushing you to the airport like usual. You could tell your band mates about the scary dream you had and all squeal like little girls. You were all friends, they’ll do everything they can to try and find you the second they realize something has happened. You kept trying to calm yourself. There was no need to worry, right?

Before whatever scumbag did this, the police will find you. You’ll be saved and everything will be ok. That’s all. You’re fine. Everything is okay.

Don’t panic.

Then you heard footsteps followed by a door step.

Alrighty. You were panicking.

You began to instinctually scoot back. Trying to get away from whoever, or whatever, was making its way over to you. Fear was building up in you, so intensely to a fact you felt like you were gonna violently throw up. But at the same time, your mind was going so fast you couldn’t process anything to the point you felt numb. All at the same time. The only thing that could snap you out of it was a wall.

The wall behind you specifically. You didn’t really have any distance between your back and the wall, which you now knew with the big thump of your head slamming against it.

“Oh shit, are you okay?!” A rather concerning, boyish voice rings out from the darkness. You definitely weren’t surprised it was a guy who so rudely snatched you up, yet you were not expecting the criminal to have such an oddly charming squeak to his tone. It reminded you of those shoujo mangas that teenage girls like to read. The male protagonist always had that quirky best friend, who seemed dumb and was mostly used for comedic relief, but then when the big climax of the series drops and the protagonist has fallen into a hole of self doubt, giving him tunnel vision, almost letting his relationship with the cutesy girl he loves fall apart, that side character is the one who always pulls him out of his funk. Making him a fan favorite. Like, everyone loves side characters more than the main cast, right?

Oh! That’s a great line for your next concert.

And now you almost want to die of shame that you are even analyzing this fucking psycho’s voice, then going into some stupid shit about your career as if any of it could matter with this criminal could kill your or god knows what in mere seconds.

A pair of hands grazed the back of your head and before you could yank yourself away from pure fear, the blindfold slipped from your face. Revealing the scenery around you and more importantly, the infamous psychopath who stole you.

He was… worriedly glaring at you. It was strange. His eyes didn’t seem scary, they had a gleam of adoration for you. He was tall, hovering over you, but it wasn’t intimidating. He had a charm you couldn’t pinpoint. Maybe it was the uniqueness of the black stripe dyed into his fluffy hair or his cool piercings that highlighted his grown features.

Then you remembered he was a crazy criminal so he became scary and you were terrified again.

His hand started to stroke your arm. “Hey, you’re shaking… are you sick? Let me feel your forehead-”

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” You unintentionally screamed in his face. Hitting the wall again as the chains around your limbs clanked against each other. Squeezing your eyes shut as a way to bring a fake source of comfort. If you can’t see it, it’s not there.

If you can’t see him, he’s not there.

The man sucked in his teeth. Somewhat like he was annoyed. “Okay, yes, I get it. You’re confused. You need to calm down, please, breathe.” Oddly enough, you took his words and focused on your breathing. You couldn’t have a panic attack here. Your manager always told you to remain calm and wave at security to come rescue you if one of your fans was being a creeper. Sure, you had no security and you didn’t know if this guy was a fan but what else could he be? Or did he just want you for ransom? Either you need to be calm so you can think of a plan to keep yourself from getting in any harm or if it comes to it… make an escape yourself.

“Mhm… good girl, there you go.” He reached over to the blanket and pulled it over your body. You didn’t stop him. The lack of energy finally taking its toll on your body.

Despite not wanting to, you turn to look at him. “Who are you?!”

The man’s expression brightened up. The way he seemed so excited that you were demanding an answer from him made a chill go down your spine. He looked far from sane. “Hearing you ask for my name… god, sorry fuck, I just couldn’t wait to actually talk to you. I’ve admired you for so long.”

“What’s your name?” You asked again, a much more demanding tone which he seemed to only get off to.

“Sorry, sorry! I go on tangents when I get super happy. I’m Denki Kaminari, darling, hopefully you like Kaminari since it’ll be your last name soon-”

With your leg, you slammed it against his ribcage and tried to push him back. It was doing nothing as he was much stronger than you, but it made you feel somewhat comforted by the tiniest margin that you were at least trying to push him away.

“Are you high?! What are you even talking about?!” You screamed at the top of your lungs. If someone was around there was no way they wouldn’t be able to hear you. Even Denki was flinching from having an ear full of your high pitched wailing.

Guess he wasn’t a fan of the yelling and shot his hand right around your mouth. Each individual finger was squeezing the life out of you. You couldn’t breathe let alone scream and all you could do was sit there trying to claw his hand off you while he shushed you over and over again. “Shhh baby doll. Please, We can’t have you busting my eardrum can we? How else will I listen to your angelic voice? I know you're a little confused, just let me explain.”

You stopped struggling.

Information was important. Hearing what he had to say might be important too. Denki, even if he’s some crazy psychopath, must be a fan of your group somehow. That’s why he mentioned your ‘angelic voice’. But you’ve never seen him. Not at concerts, or handshake events, or anything. There’s no way you’d forget his face if he was a regular fan of yours.

“Ya gonna be good?” He whispered right against your ear. His lips are too close to your neck then you would ever be comfortable with. Unwillingly, you nodded your head viciously. Just getting his fingers off your mouth was a win in your book.

Slowly, he removed his hand from your face. “I don’t wanna bully you, darling! Don’t make me be the bad guy, it hurts me more than it hurts you.” He pouted.

“Denki…” You spoke out his name for the first time. It was like poison on your tongue. “Please back up, why am I even here? Why are these chains here, let me out, I can’t do this, I wanna go home-”

Denki’s cheeks flushed pink with his eyes widening with obsession. “My name!” He basically moaned out “You said my name! I’m so honored, even though we’ll be together forever, this is the first step I’ve been wanting to take forever.”

He had no care for anything you were saying that didn’t please him. He pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. His touch felt disgusting. You were getting nauseous and dizzy. “No, no, together forever? I don’t even know you!”

“Huhh? But I need a yes~” He pushed his cheek against the top of your head, stroking your hair with his face gleefully. “It was so frustrating seeing those other whores take the spotlight from you, but I was such a good boyfriend! I didn’t throw a fit or anything, because I knew you wouldn’t want me to! You were waiting for me right? That’s why you were so cold and distant on stage, so you wouldn’t have a big fan base to make me jealous. It was so considerate of you, my love. Finally we can be together!”

“L-let me go..!”

“It physically hurt me to not go up to your booth and hold your hand… your precious hand, but I couldn’t, I had to keep a low profile, to prepare for our reunion!”

“I said let me go!”

“Sneaking into that high guard hotel was super tough. I can be pretty clever though! With some… shocking skills, I was able to get to you while you were getting something from the vending machine. Probably soda, right? I know you love caffeinated stuff!” He chuckled to himself. “See? I’m smart, I remember everything about you!! Sorry about shocking ya, babydoll, that’s why you’re so mad at me right now isn’t it? I just had to get you unconscious so I could carry you out without being suspicious! And I just… oh, the handcuffs… they’re just to make sure you don’t get up and strain yourself!”

Your eyes felt hot. Everything was coming down on you at once. He wasn’t listening, he wasn’t going to listen, Denki Kaminari was delusional. There was nothing you could do about any of it but wait for rescue.

You were at his mercy.

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Are you gonna kill me?” It hurts to talk.

The gasp was loud. Denki removed his arms from around your waist and planted them roughly on your shoulders. Your whole body swung to face him, which only added to the intense uncomfort you have been. His eyes were scary. Piercing into the depths of your fragile soul. “Don’t ever say something like that again.” He angrily spoke through his teeth. “I love you, and you love me, so stop saying mean things. I’m getting upset.”

Denki’s grip was so tight you swore his finger nails could break through the thin shirt you were wearing and break flesh. You were dumbstruck with nothing to say as he continued to yell at you. His words mushed together and you couldn’t even understand what he was saying with the ring in your ear.

Eventually, his yelling came back down to the calm voice he had. “Okay…. Okay, Denki calms down… she’s just… you know, yes, ok.” He smiled. “You’re feeling unsure. Idols have to remain pure, that’s why I was good and kept my distance, but it’s different now darling! You’re my Idol!” His hands wandered down your sides, gripping the hem of your shirt in his palms. “This is our honeymoon… we can become one now.”

You shook your head in denial. “What are you doing? Wait, no no, I’m not ready.” Your plea fell on deaf ears as his hands crept right up your shirt touching your bare skin. Of course he wouldn’t stop. Why would he? At long last you were his. He could touch you, taste you, taint you!

He was a good boy. He waited.

Now it was your turn to be good.

No amount of struggle could stop him from basically ripping your shirt off you. With your lack of a bra, it was easy on Denki too. He licked his lips and stared with awe at your perky breasts. Trying to cover your delicates with your arms was impossible, not with him using his entire body to hold you down. Embarrassment burned inside you, forcing you to turn your head and look towards the wall. Anything was better than looking at him.

“God, doll look at you, fuck, I’m gonna go crazy. You’re beautiful.” His words made you wince. Even if it was a compliment it made you feel gross, everything about this was gross.

“Denki…” you uttered, trying to sound sweet to please him. “I really can’t do this, please, it’s embarrassing!” Hot tears formed in your eyes, you had to ignore them dripping down your cheeks as you spoke. “Please, please please, oh my god, this is illegal!”

“Illegal…?” He couldn’t hold in a laugh. “Nothing is illegal about our love. Now sit still, I’ll make you feel good.” He muttered into your neck. His hands gently fondling your boobs, while his tongue darted out to give small kitten licks against the side of your throat. You whimpered, you couldn’t hold back your voice. “Don’t be bad… I don’t wanna be rough.”

Rough? You didn’t want him to be rough either. So just, listen to him. Be good. Wait for rescue.

Be good.

With a single hand at the back of your neck he pulled you into a feverish kiss. Pulling your entire body into him as his free hand tangled into your hair. It didn’t take him seconds to deepen the kiss, his tongue thrusting down your throat. The taste of his saliva overtaking your entire mouth. He swallowed your unwilling moans. You’ve never been kissed so passionately before. His tongue rolled against yours wanting you to kiss back, but you didn’t. Like a doll, you laid there letting him do whatever. He pulled back, a string of spit still connecting you to, with an aroused look. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for months. It was everything I dreamed of.”

With his knee, he pushed himself between your legs. Digging his leg into your crotch. Your widened eyes and gasps didn’t stop him, instead he was too busy leaving small kisses down your neck, creating a trail to your naked chest. Like a baby, he popped a nippe into his mouth, applying such intense suction you bit your lip. With his free hand he continued to knead your tits like bread dough. You haven’t touched your chest in… ever. Masturbating wasn’t really an activity you got to partake in on tour. Too busy to be horny anyway. Being touched, by a man who has some idea of what he’s doing, was making small waves of pleasure pump into your core. You wanted to deny it, but you couldn’t. His hands squeezing your flesh was magical.

“You feel nice.” He spoke, swirling the bud around his slimy tongue. “So good, does it feel good? Tell me it feels good, darling.”

You wanted to tell him he was scary. That he was scaring you to the point you wished he had beat you so hard when he took you, that you would still be unconscious. Why did you have to wake up? Did it feel good? That had to be a joke. Even if your body was betraying you, your mind wasn’t. You were shaking under his touch. In what world was he living to even think that he was making love to you right now. This wasn’t love. It was disgusting.

Not talking wasn’t smart either. A yelp of fear was forced out of your throat as gripped a clammy hand around your neck. You couldn’t help but stare with tear-filled eyes at Denki as a sick smile took over his entire face, knocking any thoughts out of your head. You were focused entirely on him, probably what he wanted. Your legs would spread open by his leg with his entire torso looming over your upper half.

“Are the words stuck in your throat, girly?” His eyebrows furrowed. “Do you need my help? Hmm? C’mon, sexy, answer.”

“S-stop..! Hurts-” You coughed out the words.

“Answer the question.” He hissed for one final time.

You pulled at the chains around your wrist, winching in pain. “YES.” The sweet feeling of oxygen filling your lungs again. Never once in your life did you think you’d be grateful to simply breathe, but here you were. If you didn’t want to have this oxygen ripped away from you again you had to be good. You’ve been saying that to yourself over and over again, listening to Denki’s words. Just be good. Being good doesn’t only mean to behave, you have to please him. You have to tell him what he wants to hear.

“I-it feels good.” You whined, sniffing and hiccuping like a child. “I’m just nervous, I don’t wanna do this because I’m nervous, it’s scary. Not you, you aren’t scary S-so don’t be mad.”

“Oh, honey…” No longer choking you, Denki instead worked his way to pull down your shorts. “I’m not mad anymore. I’m sorry for bullying you.” He quickly leaned down and pecked your cheek. “I’ll strip us both. So you won’t be nervous.”

Why he thinks you both being naked will calm your nerves is beyond your understanding, yet you just nod. Swiftly, Denki strips you of your shorts. Left in just your panties, however, even that didn’t last long. Hooking a finger along the lace, he pulled them down and off your ankles. At long last, he had you completely bare and vulnerable in front of him. He had to take a quick second to admire your exposed cunt, right before you closed your legs shyly. No matter to him though. He’d pry them open in a few moments. But for you, your face was entirely red and you wanted nothing more to disappear.

The cloth was tight around the bulging tent in Denki’s pants and he was excited to go ahead and take everything off. Slipping out of his shirt and pants, he practically transformed out of his clothes. In mere seconds he was just as exposed as you were, unlike you though, he was happy about it.

Your eyes drifted down to his crotch.

His cock was decorated. You blinked a few times just to make sure you were seeing it right. Standing tall and proud, sparkling jewels covered his entire shaft. Jacob’s ladder covering the underside of his dick, a hafda at the base, and the most intimidating of them all, a prince albert right at the tip. You could already imagine the cold metal pushing against parts inside you that should never have known what steel feels like. The girth of it was beyond your imagination. Something that thick was going to fuck you? There’s no way. You’d die.

“Like what you see?” He jests. “ Ladies would love to see my cock, but I’m loyal! I got all these piercings for you, the metal will help me use my quirk, to fuck you better.”

“Quirk..? You mean the, erm, shocking you mentioned earlier?”

He didn’t answer you. Instead, he repositioned himself so his head was between your thighs. His face directly in front of your pussy. “I’ll prepare you! So my cock doesn’t break you~” You squirmed against the chains as Denki’s tongue eagerly licked a stripe against your slit. Wiggling his tongue inside you, he sucked on your clit. Each motion made you mewl. No one’s ever eaten you out before and the feeling was so foreign. You couldn’t even control your hips seemingly grinded into his tongue.

Was he trying to say something? His words were muffled into your cunt, which was drenching now. His eyes were rolling back like this was pleasurable for him somehow. His tongue is sliding inside you, oh my god, he’s devouring you. He’s tasting your wet walls, surrounding his tongue. Not only that, he’s paying plenty of attention to your swelling clit. Keeping a steady rhythm between gentle and tongue fucking you as much as he wants. Sounds you didn’t know were humanly possible were coming from your throat and your voice didn’t tone down until he stopped.

Your pussy felt like it was on fire. It was too much. What were these bolts of ecstasy? No, seriously, what the fuck was that? He flicked his tongue once and your body was trembling as some kind of electricity diffused at your core, then he sucked on your clit again and you were spasming. The howls coming out of your throat was so gross to you, but to Denki it made him want to electrocute you again. On everything holy, it so good, too fucking good, too good to the point it was hurting. You were crying again.

Wait, crying? No, well yes you were crying, but not only that. Your core was unwinding and your vision was becoming blurry and with one final whine you were cumming. Cumming around his tongue and even that didn’t stop him. He rode out your orgasm, slurping up any juices he could.

Pulling his head back up, you could see the shiny slick coating his mouth. He licked his lips gleefully, like it was his favorite meal. “Probably gained another ten years on my life! Your love juices are magical, cutie. I’m so happy you came for me. Your cum was delicious.”

Your breathing wasn’t steady. You were huffing and puffing and it was hard to think with all the stimulation. Having him stop for a break was nice, you needed it, but it was hardly any time at all. No, Denki wasn’t going to waste any time with his beloved. He grinded his palm against your puffy clit. A finger trailing between your soaked pussy lips. “Did you like my shocks?”

Your body was still shaking. “I can’t handle it anymore. I’ll die.”

Somewhere in your mind you had hoped that just maybe that was all he needed. Just to toy with you for a bit and he’d be satisfied. You wanted it to end. You were out of energy. You just wanted to rest, that’s all.

You had hoped.

“I guess I’ll have to kill you then!” Denki laughed at his own joke. Settling in between your thighs once again. With a “hup!” he lifted your thighs over his shoulders. “Don’t worry my love, with how wet you are it’s just gonna slide right in. You’re gonna love it.”

“Please, no, I really really can’t go on.”

He lined his cock head against your pussy. You felt him poke against you, like he was taking in every moment of him about to deflower you. Not that you were a virgin, you weren’t. But it’s been so long since you had sex your experience was basically next to none. Painfully slow, Denki pushed himself deeper into you with a groan. Your pussy was greedily sucking him in and he was admiring the sight. He had burned it in his memory. His reward for being such a kind, understanding boyfriend came to this.

He got to fuck your brains out.

He cheekily decided to stop being slow and with one swift motion his hips slammed into the fat of your ass. His entire cock sheathed inside you, the rings of muscle having to painfully stretch for him to fit inside you. And fuck, that stretch burned. It was so painful that you choked out another sob and of course you were crying again. He was moving much too fast.

“God, this is perfect.” Denki snickered, hunger in his eyes. “You’re so warm. I wanna be inside you all the time. I love you, my star, my idol, you love me too right? I’m the only one for you. Say it, say you love me.”

You wail as he starts to move. The metals pierced into his cock rubbing against your wall and the friction was mind numbing. The tip of his cock ramming into a particular spongy spot inside you drawing a scream from your abused throat. The feeling of a thick metal head pressing into you was intense and even worse he expected you to talk during this. If you didn’t answer he’d get mad. He’d choke you and this time he might not stop.

You tried to speak, tell him what he wants to hear. The only thing that left your lips were mewls and sloppy attempts at making a sentence. It only amused him too and he leaned down to suck bruises down your neck, settling into a rhythm that made your head spin.

A current of electricity was building against your wall and your pussy was spasming around his cock. Your hips were spasming and if Denki wasn’t holding onto you, you would be shaking so uncontrollably you’d probably fall off the bed, though the chains might have caught you. You were pretty sure you were cumming again, but at this point you couldn’t tell. Your body compulsing around him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your toes curling and the ecstasy of it all was insane, you couldn’t even control your tongue as it flopped out of your mouth. The stimulation was too much and by now you were certain you’ve cummed, maybe more than once.

Denki pushed his thumb against your clit, rubbing tight circles. This didn’t stop his merciful thrust either and the room was filled with your pussy squelching and his dirty talk, saying how much he loves you, how your pussy was made for him, how he’s gonna fill you up with cum.

Fill you up with cum? He can’t. You’ll get pregnant. There's no way you can be a mother.

Your begging for him to stop, to cum anywhere but inside was in vain. You could only speak in fragments and even if you could clearly ask him to stop, you know he wouldn’t. He was your loyal ‘boyfriend’ wasn’t he? So why wouldn’t he want kids with you?

It was hopeless.

Your pussy was aching and sore. He had been abusing your cunt for god knows how long and you had cum so much that everything was a blur. Denki holds you as your throbbing cunt milks his cock clean. He bottoms out everything inside you, ropes of creamy hot cum pouring inside your unprotected womb. He must’ve been pent up, waiting for the moment he could breed you.

Softly, he pulls out of you. Cum leaking you of your aching hole. You sucked in as much oxygen as you needed, closing your tear filled eyes. You didn’t care that you were naked, you didn’t care that he was naked, you didn’t even care he had fucked you and you felt good, you were just relieved he was done. You just wanted to rest.

He curled up beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest to cuddle. You didn’t resist. If he wanted to cuddle your ruined body, let him. You had no will to fight anymore.

“My darling… that was amazing. I can’t wait to fuck you like that everyday.”

You just wanted to rest.

“We’re married now, aren’t we? Me and my cutie, together forever.”

You just wanted to go home.

“I love you. So much. And you love me. That’s why we’re gonna start a family.”

You just wanted to be with your friends again.

“Now that we’re married, we can’t keep secrets. So you have to tell me everything. Tell me you love me and stuff, just like I’ve been doing.”

You just wanted to be safe in your own bed.

“I’ll tell you my secrets too, because I love you and I know my darling will understand.”

You wanted to be rescued.

“I killed your idol friends. I didn’t want them to distract you from our reunion. Because, I’m a good boyfriend aren’t I?”

You…. wanted to be… rescued …?

“Oh, oops, my bad, I’m a good husband I mean!”

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