— just pretend | suna + matsukawa (m.)
˒ pairing: suna/reader/matsukawa
˒ genre: smut, light fluff
˒ wordcount: 3861
˒ tags: established relationship
˒ cw: consensual nonconsent, roleplay, gun play, slapping, praise kink, light pain kink, size kink, spit, death threats???, threats of violence, humiliation, degradation, aftercare
+ note: i didn't feel like making a header. anyway, here's the suna/mattsun fic y'all felt feral for hope u enjoy it!!!
˖˖ summary: a couple of guys break into your house, intent on robbing you. only to decide to punish you when you don't listen to their demands.
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Your eyes flew open at the soft click of your door. Sitting up in bed, you feel your heart pounding in your chest. The first thought in your head is ‘did I lock the door’?
You try to quiet your breathing and listen closely for any unusual sounds. A glance at the clock shows that it's edging on 2 in the morning.
The apartment is quiet, not even a creak of the floorboards. Slowly, you relax back against the pillow, willing your heart to settle so you could go downstairs to double check the door was locked after all, paranoia now sinking in.
Just as you step out of bed, you hear a solid thump from beyond your door. You can't contain the gasp of surprise that escapes your lips at the sound, and you're quick to slap a hand over your mouth.
But it’s too late.
The door creaks open and you’re standing there, wide eyed and trembling. Two figures ease their way into your open door — one taller than the other.
“Well, well,” the shorter one drawls, grinning in a way you could only describe as foxish. It's sly, his eyes are narrow and sparkle in the dim light of your bedroom — the moon and a nightlight near the bed are the only sources that illuminate the three of you, “Aren’t we lucky, Issei?”
You swallow thickly, your eyes darting frantically towards the taller. He’s wearing a blank face, like he was bored. As if breaking into your home was a chore.
Issei hums, eyes raking down your trembling body. You're wearing just a simple, large t-shirt that you subconsciously pull lower down your thighs even though it nearly reaches your knees anyway.
“I suppose we are,” Issei finally responds, taking a few steps closer to you. You're frozen stiff, staring up at his large frame with teary eyes, “You got anything worth taking in here?”
On instinct, you shake your head. He laughs at this, breathy and unamused, “I think she’s lying to us, Rintarou.”
“I think so too,” the shorter, Rintarou, mutters. He speaks so slow and his eyes are locked into you, as if he’s trying to read your body language.
Your eyes dart around the room, trying to think of what you were supposed to do. You never imagined you'd find yourself in this situation so you'd never thought of what you'd do if you ever were. Your eyes fall on your phone, resting on the nightstand. Rintarou follows your gaze and grins, “I wouldn't do that if I were you, pretty one.”
You don't listen, you pivot on your foot and launch towards your nightstand. Issei is fast, reflexes like a cat, and he easily wraps his arms around you. You cry out in despair as Rintarou swipes the device from the table and pockets it.
“Now see,” Rintarou sighs, leaning down a bit to meet your gaze. Your slumped against the larger man and the defeat in your eyes is delectable to him, “You've gone and made us both mad. Why do you girls never listen, hmm? It’s not like you could ever win against us.”
You begin to squirm against Issei, trying to kick at his legs in hopes of knocking him off balance. It's a fruitless effort, you're immediately forced to freeze when an object is flashed in front of you.
Rintarou grins as your eyes widen in fear. He makes a show of waving it right in your face.
It’s a gun.
“That’s right, pretty one,” Rintarou reaches up to brush some hair out of your eyes, “You didn't think we came unprepared, did you? Of course not! This little baby is so good for putting disobedient little bitches like you in their place.”
“Pl-Please, I’m sorry,” you whimper, mindlessly pushing yourself back against Issei to put some distance between you and the gun.
“Oh, she speaks!” Rintarou chuckles,”How sweet. I appreciate your apology, little one,” you sniffle pitifully, hope blooming in your chest. Only it's snuffed out as soon as he utters the next words, “But we’re still gonna punish you.”
Before you can react, Issei is tossing you onto the bed. You squeal as you hit the mattress and immediately scramble to get off of the other side. Of course, this doesn't work. Issei grabs you by the ankle and yanks you closer until your bottom half is off the bed, your knees barely brushing against the floor.
Issei shoves the hem of your t-shirt up and grins, “Cute panties.”
You flush and reach back to cover yourself but your hand is caught and pinned against the small of your back with ease. You cry out in frustration.
“Be good, pretty girl,” Rintarou clicks his tongue, “If you behave, this will go a lot easier on you.”
“Please don’t!” you cry when you feel thick fingers hook into the band of your panties, tugging them down until they get caught at your knees.
“Begging won't do anything but get us hard, you know,” you sob in humiliation at his words.
“Fuck,” Issei crouches down beside you, keeping your arm pinned against your back, as he spreads your cheeks open, “Pretty little cunt, huh?”
“Very pretty,” Rintarou breathes, running his thumb between your folds. He stops to circle your clit, making your breath hitch at the feeling, “So responsive too.”
“Can't wait to break this little cunt,” Issei snarls, landing a harsh slap against your ass. You squeal in pain and squirm against his hold.
“You know what,” Rintarou grins as he stands up properly, “I think I’ll be nice tonight and prep you.”
Issei releases your arm and easily hoists you up the bed before flipping you over. He rips your shirt from your body and you immediately cover your breasts from view.
He doesn't appreciate it and suddenly gives you a harsh slap against your cheek, “Show me your pretty tits.”
You're dazed from the slap and let your arms fall, only to whimper when he harshly cups your breast. His fingers are rough as he pinches your nipple, twisting slightly to make you cry out. The way your face crumples at the pain, making tears fall from your eyes, is absolutely beautiful.
Rintarou climbs onto the bed as well, clicking his tongue at the way your legs are clenched tightly together. You stiffen and whimper in fear when he drags the barrel of his gun up the outside of your thigh.
“Open up for me, pretty,” he coos, grinning when you shake your head, “That’s not very nice. After I’m trying to prep you for Issei and everything. His cock is awfully big, are you sure you wanna skimp on it?”
Your teary eyes drift to Issei. He’s kneeling beside you, his hand traveling to the front of his pants. He grips his length through the loose fabric and your eyes widen, making him grin.
“Wanna rethink your decision there, sweetheart?” he asks, cocking his head.
Immediately, you let your thighs fall open, making Rintarou groan, “Atta girl! See, I knew there was a brain somewhere in that pretty head of yours.”
The man between your legs bites his lip at the sight of you. Your folds are spreading open for him, letting him see your tiny little hole and giving him a peek of your pretty clit. His cock is throbbing hard in his pants but he ignores it, choosing to run his fingers between your folds.
“Ah, you're so sensitive,” he coos when your thighs begin to shake at the feather-light stimulation, “We love sensitive girls, you know. They make the prettiest noises when you play with their cute little cunnies.”
“You'll make some pretty sounds for us, won't you?” Issei asks, moving his hand back to your breast. As soon as he asked that question, he viciously slapped your breast, making you cry out, “That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”
“Aw, are you getting wet for us?” Rintarou chuckles as he slides his thumb between your folds, collecting the juices pooling at your entrance to slick up your clit. Slowly, he circles the little bud, making your thighs tremble as you struggle to keep your legs open for him. It’s so tempting to close them, to keep him from playing with your pussy. The humiliation of it all makes more tears fall down your cheeks.
Issei clicks his tongue, thumbing them away, “Such a pretty crier, you are. Can’t wait to stretch your little cunt open.”
You sob at his words, but your hips start moving in time to Rintarou’s circles against your clit. You’re getting wetter and wetter, eventually providing enough slick for him to slip two fingers into your hole. You cry out and instinctively reach out, wrapping your hand around his wrist as he crooks his digits up to prod against your upper wall.
He hums, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your fingers around his wrist. The gesture is sweet but within seconds, Issei has grappled both your wrists in one large hand and pins them above your head.
“Open your mouth,” he whispers, leaning close. You shake your head but you should have known better. You were no match for him. He gripped your jaw with his free hand, prying painfully at your cheeks until you had no choice but to open your mouth, “Good girl.”
Your eyes flutter at the praise, making him grin before he purses his lips and spits into your open mouth. He watches it spread across your tongue, mixing with your own saliva as you cringe at the taste. Covering your mouth with his hand, you have no choice but to swallow it.
Rintarou crooks his fingers suddenly, and you squeal against Issei’s hand, your hips jumping up at the feeling.
He grins, “Is that your little spot, pretty one? Found it, didn’t I?”
You look at him from over the hand on your mouth, your eyes glistening so deliciously with tears. The humiliation you exude is palpable and he can’t help but meet your gaze, biting his lip as he abuses that spot, finding your clit with his thumb.
You’re panting, your eyes rolling back as he manipulates your body so easily. Their eyes are locked on you, mouths open in awe as you cum with a muffled squeal. The way your body trembles and your cunt spasms tightly around the invading fingers is absolutely breathtaking and Issei has to stop himself from gripping his cock -- worried even a single touch would end the whole thing.
As you’re coming down, still shaking and hazy, you feel something new press against your entrance. Issei’s hand is off of your mouth and for a brief second you think it may be him but the object is cold and feels too hard to be human.
“Wha-” you look between your legs with wide eyes.
“Don’t move now, pretty,” Rintarou coos, “Don’t want to have an accident, do we?”
Your body is locked, watching him push the barrel of the gun into your slick cunt. It stretches you, making you whine. The cold metal is quickly warmed by the heat of your cunt. It hurts, stretching you and it’s hard against your tender walls -- making you whine.
You want desperately to reach down and stop him, but your hands are still pinned above your head by Issei, being held there by his weight. Your body squirms against your will as the barrel bottoms out.
“Now, now,” Rintarou hisses, gaze sharp, “If you don’t stop that, my finger might slip and I’ll pull this trigger. Do you know what’ll happen then?”
You don’t respond, merely stilling your body in fear as you cry. He pulls the gun out a bit before forcing it back into your hole. You can’t believe he’s fucking you with a gun.
After a while, it actually starts to feel good and you whimper.
“Do you like being fucked by his gun, sweetheart?” Issei coos, “What a filthy little whore. Who gets off on this shit?”
You shamefully look away, hiding your face in your arm.
“You’re drippin’ down the barrel, baby,” Rintarou taunts, thumbing your hard clit. Your cunt squeezes around it, making it hard for him to properly fuck you with it, “Tell me, do you want to cum around my gun or Issei’s cock.”
“Please,” you beg, though you’re not sure what for.
“Do you think you’ll be able to sit still enough for my gun, pretty?” Rintarou urges, “If you don’t maybe you should ask Issei to fuck this pretty cunt.”
Your eyes flutter open and you look up at Issei. He’s grinning, his eyes dark in the dim light. His gaze sends a shiver down your spine and you whimper.
“P-Please…” you breathe out.
He licks his lips, gripping his cock through his pants once more, “Please what? Use my name, sweetheart.”
You sniffle and hiccup pitifully, “Pl-Please…” he watches your throat bob as you swallow thickly before forcing your next words out, “Please f-fuck me...Issei…”
“Good girl,” Rintarou praises, carefully pulling the gun from your cunt.
In the blink of an eye, they’ve swapped places. He holds you beneath the knees, keeping you open as he pulls his cock free from his pants. The blunt head is hot as it presses against your tensed entrance.
“Relax,” Issei whispers, running the tip between your folds, using the fat head to play with your little clit until you’re trembling and whimpering. When he presses against you again, he’s able to pop the head inside -- the squeal you emit in response is like the best aphrodisiac.
“Open up, pretty,” Rintarou whispers, grinning when you mindlessly do as he asks.
You’re already drunk on Issei’s cock, eyes rolling back as he sinks half of his length into you. You’re stretched open, stuffed so full. His cock is so big and more just keeps filling you. He’s pressing harshly against your cervix by the time he bottoms out.
As you let out a pained sob, Rintarou forces the gun past your lips. Your eyes fall onto him, watching the lidded gaze he fixes upon you as he makes you suck on his gun.
“Clean it up for me, little one,” he whispers, breathless, “Make it nice and clean.”
Issei starts fucking you, making you moan as your tongue runs along the barrel of the gun buried in your mouth. The tears have stopped momentarily, you’re already being fucked so well by Issei’s fat cock that you can’t even think about the fear you’d felt mere moments ago.
“What a little whore,” Issei snarls, thumbing your swollen clit, making you tighten around him, “Getting off on being forced like this? Filthy. Maybe we should take you with us, hm? Make you a pretty little cock whore just for us.”
“That sounds nice,” Rintarou chuckles, forcing more of his gun into your mouth. You choke on it as it reaches the back of your throat, “You can be a dumb little hole for us to breed.”
“Oh fuck,” Issei groans, “She gets so tight when you talk about breeding her.”
“Is that so?” Rintarou leans close, his lips brushing against your ear, “Wanna be filled up with cum by some men who are forcing you, is that right? Don’t worry, Issei will give you a nice load, he always breeds so well. All you need to do is lay back and cream on his cock like a good girl.”
Issei is panting as he humps your little cunt, eyes locked on to the way you’re soaking his length. The only sounds in the room are his breathing and the slick sounds of your pussy being stuffed full. His thumb continues to work your pretty clit, the bud twitching, hard and wet beneath his finger.
“Are you going to cum?” Issei cackles, “You just wanted to be a little fuck toy, isn’t that right?”
You shake your head, the tears coming forth again, “Don’t lie, baby,” Rintarou clicks his tongue, “It’s okay if you wanted to be a little doll for us. Want that precious cunny to be used, huh?”
“Filthy whore,” Issei snaps, harshly slapping your clit, making you sob around the gun only to choke on it when Rintarou presses it even harder against the back of your throat, “Don’t you have any shame? Wanting to be abused and used like this, disgusting.”
“We’re gonna be the only ones who want you after this,” Rintarou sighs, “You’re not gonna want anyone else anyway. We’re going to fuck you into the perfect little doll for us. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
You shake your head, even as your eyes roll back in your head at the idea. You’re creaming so prettily around Issei’s fat cock, leaving a white ring around the base of him every time he pulls out. He harshly taps his fingers against your clit, making your cunt tighten up rhythmically around him every time he does.
“Oh well,” Rintarou sighs, a false, put on sound, “If that’s not what you want then, I guess we won’t need you anymore.”
Your eyes fly open in confusion, looking frantically at him. His eyes are still sharp as he glares down at you, lips pursed in a pout. Your hearts racing, pounding frantically in your chest so hard you can hear it in your ears.
The pout gives way to a grin you can only describe as malicious and sadistic, “It’s alright, pretty. You’ll get to cum one last time and get that precious pussy bred like you want. Just relax.”
You start crying again, looking desperately between the two of them. If your mouth wasn’t stuffed full of the gun, you would backtrack -- tell them you’ll go with them. But you can’t, it’s too late.
Issei’s pace is stuttering, “Gonna cum,” he warns with a groan.
Rintarou cocks the hammer of the gun back, grinning the entire time at the pure fear reflected in your eyes. Issei lets out a string of curses, burying himself to the hilt as he cums right against your cervix.
Your eyes flutter as you feel yourself dangling on the edge, the feeling of his cock throbbing against your sensitive walls not quite enough to send you over the edge.
“Thanks for the fun, pretty girl,” Rintarou whispers, meeting your teary gaze as he pulls the trigger.
The hammer clicks loudly, echoing in the room and your eyes shut on instinct. Your orgasm crashes through you, sending wave after wave of utter pleasure through your body. Issei pulls his cock from your cunt, the two of them watching in awe as you gush all over his abdomen.
Rintarou yanks the gun from your mouth and they leave you a trembling, crying mess on the bed.
You don't even hear them leave. Your ears are ringing and your heart is pounding painfully in your chest. The bedroom door opens again but you don’t hear it, don’t even notice their presence until there are arms wrapping around you and pull you up just so they can slide in behind you.
“Shh, hey, bunny,” Rintarou coos, wrapping his arms around you, rocking you back and forth slowly, “Can you look at me?”
You take a moment to lift your head, looking over your shoulder to meet his gaze. He smiles, and cups your cheek, pressing his lips against your forehead, “There she is. You did so well for us, baby. We’re so proud of you.”
“Wh-Where’s Issei?” you choke the words out, leaning deeper against him as he peppers your head and shoulders with delicate kisses.
“Right here,” the older man rounds the bed with a cloth in his hands, “Spread ‘em.”
You can’t help but giggle softly at the order, doing as you’re told. He beams up at you, using the warm cloth to clean the mess between your thighs. The whole cleanup process takes a few minutes but to you it feels like they’re moving in slow motion.
Issei sits cross legged in front of you, opening a bottle of water. You shakily hold his wrist as he brings the bottle to your lips, Rintarou quietly urging you to take small sips until you push the bottle away.
“Everything feel okay?” Issei asks, dragging his fingertips along your calves and thighs, “Anything hurt?”
You shake your head and relax rapidly against Rintarou’s body. He coos softly, “Our sweet girl. Did you have fun? Was there anything you didn’t like? Was it too much?”
You sniffle and shake your head, “I’m okay and I liked it all, really.”
“How are you feeling?” Rintarou parrots the question, tapping at your temple to indicate he wants to know how your headspace is, “Any bad feelings?”
You shrug your shoulders, “I...I just feel…”
Issei leans forward to press a kiss against your knee, “Tell us, babygirl.”
“Um...like…” you shrug, struggling to find the words, “Embarrassed?”
“About what, bunny?” Rintarou asks, resting his chin on your shoulder.
The two of them are listening intently, eyes locks on you as they urge you to divulge the feelings plaguing you, “L-Like it was bad...that I liked it? Or wanted it?”
Issei hums and reaches forward, pulling you from your other boyfriend’s hold. He pulls you into a hug, cupping the back of your head, holding you tightly against his chest. Rintarou’s hand strokes along your spine soothingly as Issei relaxes you once more.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweet girl,” Issei assures, “We liked it and wanted it just as much, it’s alright. We were just havin’ fun, right?”
You nod your head and lift your head up, cupping Issei’s cheeks to press a soft kiss against his lips. Rintarou is immediately wrapped around your body, angling your head back so he can press a kiss against your lips as well.
“Do you want to rest or take a shower?” Issei asks, watching you think about your decision.
“Can we just lay together?” you ask softly.
Before you can even blink, you’re being laid back into the pillow. Rintarou climbs off of the bed to gather a fresh pair of panties and one of Issei’s shirts, since his are bigger. The three of you fall quiet, both of them reverting to their normal selves after the high of the scene and the softness of the aftercare.
Once you’re clothed, you’re laid on the bed with Issei spooning you. Rintarou climbs in in front of you, laying his arm out so you can rest your head on his arm, gripping his shirt tightly in your fist.
“I can’t believe you squirted from me pulling the trigger,” he voices sleepily, making Issei crack up into your hair.
You smack your hand against his chest, but it’s weak due to your exhaustion, “Can’t you bully me tomorrow?!”
“Alright, I’m sorry,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss against your forehead.
“It was a pretty real gun though,” you voice, already falling asleep, “We should play with it again sometime.”
The two of them meet gazes over top you, sharing little grins of pride and excitement as they too settle into sleep with you.
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