Katsuki’s Angel

It failed, spectacularly, of course. You weren’t stupid enough to think you’d get away with going for coffee with another man. That’s it, coffee. The way Touya was behaving, you’d think you were doing a live sex show with him in Amsterdam’s Red Light District. He roughly grabbed your weak, upper arm flesh and pulled you to your feet. He had a parting snarl for your date as well as a few choice words that made you internally cringe.

“She’s spoken for. Get your own whore.”

He really knows how to make you feel like you’re less than nothing.

Red blood turned to ice in your veins as you spotted Touya’s car up the road. His grip on your arm was bruising, you were sure his grasp was already bursting blood vessels and forming his signature, fingertip bruising. There’s no use telling him that he’s hurting you. And it would be even worse to whimper or moan. He’ll make it hurt, more.

It shocks you that the car door isn’t torn from it’s hinges when he rips it open. Even at your quickest possible speed it isn’t enough for him. No, it’s not that, he’s just furious with you. He loves to manhandle you, to scare you, when he’s feeling particularly pissed off. The beautiful blue of his eyes have never looked so dead and devoid of humanity as he stares down at you. Watching eagerly as you strap yourself securely in the passenger seat. He gets a sick kick out of the way you jump when he slams your door shut for you.

Your feet on the floor are all you can bear to observe as your partner strides across the front of the car. It’s impossible to prevent the way your eyes squint at the sound of him opening and closing the door to the driver’s side. He doesn’t buckle his seatbelt. He immediately starts the car.

He wants you, and has no desire to wait a second longer. One large hand ventures into your personal space. One leg spread, angling closer to him. The other he pushes with little care resulting in your knee smacking a little harshly against the car door. You don’t dare say ow, although you instinctively want to.

However what you actually do, although unintentionally, is close your legs completely. He doesn’t look at you, but the aggression flowing throughout his entire being is evident. You’re really testing his patience today, aren’t you? A defiant little thing. Maybe you’re doing it on purpose. Bratting it up so daddy will be rougher with you.

“Open. Now.” he demands, simply.

“There are people, someone might see.” you argue. Getting quite brave, aren’t you? He’s seen this side of you before, but it has been a little while if he recalls correctly. A few months ago, maybe three. So that’s your limit. He’ll fuck the disobedience out of you. If you want to carry on acting like a bitch, he’ll fuck you like one.

“Doll, if you don’t open your God damn legs for me…” it’s calm. Cool and collected, just like him – mostly. He doesn’t need to finish, smirking when he realises you’re legs are already widening for him. Why must he be this way? To prove a point to you, of course. There’s something so delectable about an attractive man driving a car. Touya is no exception. His driving is smooth and controlled, effortless, almost. He looks handsome like this, one hand on the wheel and the other rubbing his lips before his hand slithers towards you and find yours. “Fuck you.” he tells you.

He’s referring to the greeting of your folds rather than a pair of panties on his fingers.

“’m sorry.” you keen.

“Sick. Hear me? Sick in the head. On a first date? Tch.” he tells you. “Cunts wet, too. For him?” he wonders. You’re fighting back tears as disdain lingers in each carefully thought-out word he speaks. He loves it when you cry. You don’t answer him. He didn’t expect you to. All Touya wants, is for you to think about what a stupid little girl you’ve been.

And you are.

You are.

“What was his name?” he asks you as he drags you into his apartment. Does it matter? He’s proven today more than ever that there will never be a chance for you to be in a normal, stable relationship. It’s sex, with him. No strings, with him. And that’s it. No love. No commitment. Just this. It’s not worth answering. You shouldn’t. But…

“At—” before you can answer to completion, you’re being pinned against the nearest wall with Touya’s rough fingers forcing themselves down your throat. He uses his free hand to pinch your nose closed, removing any opportunity for you to inhale oxygen into your system.

“I could kill you for this, y’know?” he hisses, driving his fingers into your wet cavern as far as they will go. “And who’d miss you? Just me. Only because you’re my favourite little hole to fuck.”

You’re clawing desperately at his hands, desperate for the slightest bit of reprieve. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel a little guilty when red cracks through the whites of your eyes as you lose your battle with your consciousness. Just a bit more. You deserve this; how could you seek out the company of another man behind his back? It’s the least you’re owed. Take it. Take it. You deserve it… so take it.

It’s a blessing that he does seem to have some form of conscience residing within him. He removes his digits from your lips and observes the way you’ve coated them with your drool. You’re coughing, sputtering and doing all that you can to suck whatever air you can back into your lungs. You know he’s capable of worse, and still, you feel like you’re fighting to survive.

One hand of his find fingers weaved into your locks. He pushes your body back hard against the wall before throwing you to the ground. Resistance is futile when it comes to Touya. That was a lesson you learnt almost instantly. A dour, slow slap strikes the right half of your face. The saliva covering Touya’s fingers transferring coldly to your cheek.

“Slut.” he spits. It’s nothing you haven’t heard before. In fact, it’s all you’ve heard before. “Dirty slut, aren’tcha? Hm? Gonna have to teach you a lesson, yeah?” he concludes.

He yanks at your top, a clear indication that he wants you to remove it. Touya undresses himself at the same time as you. It doesn’t bother him that you’re still wearing your skirt. Your panties are off, anyway. Maybe you did this for him after all. Did you go commando to give him easy access? He stands tall as he removes his trousers and underwear before lingering over you. He drags his fat cockhead up and down your juicy cunt.

He’s only teasin’.

“T-Touya,” you keen, the delicate touches making your head spin. You were stupid to desire another man. Why would you? How could you when you knew deep down nobody could ever compare to Touya.

“Shut up,” he growls. His tip slots nicely inside of your wet walls. His eyes roll over white for a fraction of a second as he adjusts to the feeling of your perfect cunt. It’s as true for him as it is for you. No other hole will ever come close to feeling as good as yours. You’ve got him completely pussy drunk, although he’d never admit it. “’m givin’ it to you. Don’t fucking whine.”

“’m not whining…” you respond. Three little words earn another wet slap across your face. It delights him to see your pathetic lower lip wobble. You jump from one extreme to the other. You’re either a raging bitch or a cry baby.

He licks the tears that spill from your eyes as he bottoms out inside of you. No prep. No warning. Just him. You should be used to it by now, the way his length slides into you and kisses your cervix. Awkward doesn’t begin to cut it when you wrap your arms around his torso and pull him closer towards you. Because that act is apparently reserved for good girls. And even you can admit you haven’t been very good for him. He shoves your arms off him, pinning them above your head.

You wonder if he’s comfortable, because you assuredly are not. The hard wood flood beneath you seems like the worst thing possible for your lower back. You feel as stiff as a board and as sexy as a walrus. His knees can’t be doing much better. They aren’t. But he can ignore the pain; he knows you can’t.

His thrusts are ruthless. Every roll of his hips drives your body further against the wood and makes your eyes leak. But every dramatic, heavy penetration makes your vision cloud. Fuck him. How can he have the audacity to be such a piece of shit and such a good fuck?

“’m close, T-Toouuya ‘m close.” you warn him, as if he didn’t already know. Don’t you think he’s fucked you enough times to know when you’re about to lose your resolve to the perfection of his cock? The tell tale signs or curling toes and fluttering eyelashes give you away easily. But don’t you know? Do you really not know how much your cunt convulses around him when you get closer, and closer? He thought you did it on purpose. Your pulsating walls always drag him near his own premature demise.

Your eyes bulge when you feel agile fingers clench around your throat once more. Oxygen once again huffs out of your brain. You feel your body might be shutting down on you. He said he could kill you. You suppose he really means it this time.

Alas, your time hasn’t come just yet. Just as you were on the brink of passing out he loosened the intensity of the squeeze.

You’re cumming.

You’re cumming.

You’re cumming for him.

It’s not like he’s never choked you before. But not like this. Not when you’ve been on the brink of your climax and desperate to topple over that tantalising edge. He doesn’t think he’s seen a more beautiful sight. He is one hundred percent sure he’s never been closer to prematurely ejaculating with you before. It takes every ounce of will power he has to stop himself from cumming. You came around him, gummy walls threatening to seduce him into following you in your high. But that alone wasn’t what had him using every power he could muster to not cum so quickly. The way your eyes crossed so adorably as you choked beneath his iron clad grip was the sweetest, prettiest thing he’d ever seen. Is that the hardest you’ve ever cum for him? It is. God, when you’re good, you’re really fucking good.

You’re barely a person anymore when he frees your throat and begins humping himself inside of you. Touya knows you aren’t stupid. You make poor choices, but you’re a smart enough girl. So do you really think he’s going to let you drift off into a post-coitus sleep without letting Touya use you as the fuck hole you are?

“Wake up pretty girl.” he snickers as he lightly slaps your face. Three minutes had gone by without response. You must have really needed that. “You came real hard for me there, huh?” he teases. He notices your skin breaking out in goosebumps as he continues to pleasure himself with your sensitive slot.

“Tired,” you admit. Touya shakes his head. His hand is wrapped around your throat once more, applying the same amount of pressure as he had previously as he fucks harshly into you again. It seems Touya’s hands are your brand new necklace, now.

The prettiest thing.

The way you came while getting choked was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

It was silly for you to think he was only going to do it once.

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