Hiorinnesslver

"Pfft- you're crazy." The guy, your friend's boyfriend technically, chuckled low under his breath, shaking his head. Smoke curled lazily between you two, the blunt passing from his fingers to yours with the same sluggish rhythm your heads were nodding to.

You were both beyond baked, that borderline state where everything felt warm and blurry, and your limbs weighed twice as much as they should.

You'd been told about him by Eli, "good stuff, no drama" she'd said. You weren't exactly a junkie, but curiosity had its claws in you. One blunt turned into two, and soon enough you were scrolling through his socials, DMing him like it was nothing.

What you didn't account for was his version of a “discount.”

Buy one, get a "free trip."

You weren't about to pass up a free trip though, no matter how odd it may seem. Now here you were, sitting shotgun in his beat-up car in an empty parking lot at some ungodly hour, the overhead light of a flickering lamppost painting you both in washed-out yellow. Living it up.

"You know..." he muttered, leaning his head back on the seat, eyes hooded and glassy as he blinked at you slowly. "Eli's been a bit rough lately... she's your friend, right?"

"Yuppp.." you mumbled, drawing out the word. "Rough how?" You didn't normally gossip, but you were halfway gone already, so why not?

"She's all stand-offish. Like.. man... sometimes I just wanna feel her, you know? Cuddle even." He groaned and flicked the butt of his blunt out against his jeans, leaving a faint ash stain. "Call me a lover boy, but I miss her. She's the one who told you about me so I figured..." His eyes flicked to yours, you couldn't tell if they were sly or soft. "You could talk to her?"

You hummed in agreement, already reaching for your phone with sluggish fingers, more out of reflex than intention. You'd meant to text Eli, but now you were scrolling the time instead, trying to calculate how the hell you were gonna get home from here.

"Shit... you don't suppose you've got anywhere to go, do you?" you mumbled, smirking a little at your own question.

He shook his head and slapped his palms against his thighs with a lazy smack. "No-pe. You care to take a little nap with little ole me instead?" he teased, reclining his seat back with a few sharp clicks.

"That's a really stupid way of putting it."

"Hey! Not nice to say to your dealer."

"Who says I'ma pick you?" you shot back, mimicking his movements and reclining your own seat a notch.

"Ouch. Harsh."

--

Hours.. maybe nine, maybe ten, you'd lost count, slipped past. The high had peaked and ebbed, leaving you in that muted, floaty space between sleep and wakefulness. You sat in your own car now, hands gripping the steering wheel with a focus you were desperately trying to fake.

The world outside still swam a little at the edges, but being alone in a stranger's car for almost ten hours had stopped feeling "chill" somewhere around hour six.

"Okay... brake... drive... accelerate... turn signal..." you mumbled to yourself, mapping out your muscle movements as you pulled onto the road. Thankfully, no flashing blue lights followed you home. The last thing you wanted tonight was a ticket.

Should you have just waited it out? Absolutely. But you weren't built for sitting still anymore, not with the buzz fading and the reality creeping back in.

Post-trip was a real thing. And you had a shit ton to do.

Finally, you pulled into the driveway of your apartment building, a temporary place while your real home underwent "upgrades." Temporary, but sleek. Glass walls, high ceilings, the kind of place that looked like it belonged to someone who had their life together.

Not someone like you.

You swiped your keycard at the lobby entrance, offering the receptionist a small smile as you passed by. The elevator hummed softly as it carried you up, the mirror inside reflecting back a version of yourself with smudged eyeliner and tired eyes.

Two years ago, you'd won a lottery ticket. After that, stocks, a manager, your own clothing line. You weren't global-famous, but you had enough influence to live in the middle of Tokyo, to shop like you wanted, to afford weed on a whim. People online envied you.

If only they knew.

You know, you actually had a pretty good thing going. Especially with your roommate. He was smoking hot, body like a greek god and eyes that could shut you up within seconds. And somehow, you had managed to secure a friends with benefits relationship with him.

Minutes later, you were in front of your apartment door, sliding the keycard once more. The lock beeped. You stepped inside with a sigh, scratching the back of your neck as you pushed open the door.

"Oh, are you finally back?"

You froze mid-step, eye twitching in slight annoyance.

Rin. Your room mate, and sometimes a bed mate.

You'd assumed he wouldn't even notice you were gone. You'd assumed your "benefits" arrangement meant he didn't care beyond the obvious kiss and fuck here and there. But here he was, standing six feet back from the door, arms crossed.

He hadn't moved a muscle since you walked in, nor had you until seconds later.

"Yeah...? Why?" you asked, voice soft against his rough tones, you set your purse down and started sliding off your shoes after, placing them neatly by the door before looking back up at him.

His hands were shoved into the pockets of his sweats, his jaw working under the skin. That small tic you'd learned meant he was mad.

"You smell like smoke." His voice came out flat as always, almost bored, but there was an edge under it. You blinked at him slowly, trying to process why he could possibly be so upset. "What?"

"Don't play dumb. Weed. seriously? Were you with someone else?"

You rolled your eyes, exhaling through your nose. "Oh, so you're my babysitter now? Yeah I was with some guy, whats it to you?"

"I don't care what you do." He stepped forward once, and you scoffed lightly at the theatrics. "But you disappear for almost ten hours.. come back smelling like that, and you want me to just-" he cut himself off, shaking his head in annoyance.

You raised an eyebrow at him, egging him on. Because who the hell did he think he was? "Want you to just what? Rin.. you're not my boyfriend. You don't get to interrogate me."

"Boyfriend. Right. Because you only crawl into my bed when you're bored. So that's it, huh? You want to go get high with random men now?"

"'Random men'?" You scoffed, the words bubbling out before you could stop them. "First of all, I don't need your approval. Second of all, you're one to talk about random people."

Rin's eyes narrowed, his lips twitching into a scowl. "You're gonna stand there and say that to me?"

"I just did." You snatched your purse back up, about to shove past him to get to your room. "Move."

He didn't. He shifted his stance instead, planting himself in front of the hallway like a wall. "No."

"Rin!"

"No."

"God you're such a child! I would have never fucked you if I had known this shit would happen!" You grumbled, shoving him a bit. "Move Rin." The shove barely moved him. He blinked once, then tilted his head again. "You're serious?"

"Dead serious." You shoved him again, this time with more force. "Get out of my way."

Rin's expression flickered, something cold passed through it. Before you could react, he caught your wrists mid-push and twisted them just enough to throw your balance off. You jolted at the touch.

"Don't test me." he said quietly, eyes locked on yours.

"I'm not scared of you prick!" you snapped back, even as your heart thumped in your throat. "You're acting insane." You stomped on his foot, but he barely budged. Only a flicker of a grimance on his face.

"I swear to god Rin don't make me fucki-"

You went to jerk back, but in a quick motion, the heel of his palm went snapping up under your chin, a sharp crack was felt in your teeth and skull before you even heard it.

White-hot pain seared up your jaw. He let go and you stumbled back, clutching at your face, a high ringing filling your ears.

Rin froze, breathing hard, his hand was still half-raised, like he wasn't sure what he'd just done. His eyes were wide for a second before his brows knitted, anger and regret tangling together on his face.

"You-" your voice cracked, jagged with pain as every syllable hurt. "You broke-"

"This is all your fault. You shouldn't have pushed me!" Rin growled. Tears burned hot down your cheeks, and your hands trembled as you scrambled for your phone with the last bit of resolve you had. Typing fast, nonsense, desperation, you weren't even sure what you wrote before his shadow loomed over you.

"What are you-!" he snarled, snatching it out of your hands before you could blink. His jaw tightened, knuckles white around the device. 

He didn't even give you a chance to beg, he hurled it down onto the hardwood. The screen cracked on impact, turning into glittering shards.

Your heart sank at the sight. 

Now you were left alone with this .. monster. 

In Rin's head? Something darker clicked. 'Might as well go full throttle'. He'd already gone too far.. so he might as well do everything he had wanted to do now. Things he's wished he could do for so so long. 

His hand shot out, like hot iron around your wrist, and he yanked you forward so harshly you almost fell, if you didn't count you falling onto one knee. "Get up." he ordered flatly, though it was less a command and more a drag, your arm aching under his grip.

"Le.. " you couldn't barely talk, so you began clawing at him, shoving, kicking against the floor. Panic made your body thrash like a trapped animal, but Rin didn't budge. His eyes glinted with something half-wild, half-calm.. an ugly mixture of control and fury.

"Keep struggling.." he muttered coldly, dragging you down the hall toward the bedroom, "..and I'll break something else. Maybe your arm next. You want that?"

Your breath hitched, heart hammering so violently it hurt worse than your jaw. The threat wasn't empty, he broke your jaw already, you could hear it in his voice, the steadiness of it. He'd do it, just to prove he could.

Oh how awful this situation was. Would you even be able to talk after this? 

He shoved the door open with his shoulder, the sound echoing throughout the apartment, and pulled you into the room before throwing you onto the bed. The mattress groaned under the impact, and you bounced, breath choking out of your lungs with a wince of pain. 

When you tried to scramble back, Rin was already there, pinning you down with his weight, one hand pressing into your bruised wrist against the sheets. His gaze flicked over your tear-streaked face, the twisted set of your jaw, your trembling form.

You were already beginning to bruise on your face. Maybe if he stopped you from getting medical treatment for your jaw, you could be shut up forever. 

"I guess.. now I can do whatever I want. So I'll make sure you are never able to speak a lick of this to anyone. If you can even speak that is." 

You squirmed once more, but he pinched the skin near your jaw making you jolt with pain once more. He hummed in satisfaction before pulling your head up by your hair, and he sat up onto his knees. 

"Be good." Is all he said as he tore off his sweatpants, pulling out his cock and pressing it to your bruised lips. "Try to bite and ill rip your fucking fingers off one by one." He threatened, forcing your jaw open with a free hand an shoving himself inside. 

You winced, almost sobbing on the spot as he forced his length down your throat. If your broken jaw wasn't already on fire, it was now. Despite it being half-way dislodged from your tissue, it still held itself up enough to cause a stretch. 

Rin grunted when your throat contracted around his dick, and he tightened his hold on your hair. Using it as leverage to move you back and force on his own accord. 

"Lukewarm piece of shit. Thought you could go out and mosey with other guys right? We had something and you just burned it to the ground didn't you." He pushed your head down, until you hit the base of his pelvis. And he held you there, watching the way a new wave of tears and sniffles excluded from you from each push and pull against your broken jaw. 

"You're much more tolerable when you're shut up like this." He mumbled, pulling you off his dick. You coughed loudly when you were finally let go, whining each time from the pain of your mouths movements. 

But if that wasn't enough, Rin grabbed you by your legs and pulled them up to your chest in one full swoop. You back hit the bed, and your head was jossled as he forced yourself to spread infront of him. 

"You should be happy i'm even wasting my time on you, you useless slut." Rin spoke lowly, prodding at your clothes before deciding to just shove them all to the side. Thank goodness you were wearing shorts right now, because if you had been wearing anything else he might have ripped them. 

"Probably used this hole huh? You probably have someones kids swimming in you right now- whore." He degraded, deeming the whole he made enough for his dick to push through into your tight cunt. 

The weed must have made it a bit easier to slide in you wondered, because there was no way you were actually wet for him. But with the obscene squelch that was made, you swore he almost cracked a grin. 

Maybe you were finally losing it. Or maybe it was the blistering pain all over your body as he forced himself deeper into you. 

"God.. you're a filthy slut.. holy shit you must actually fucking like this.." He huffed, grabbing your legs tighter and forcing them up higher. He watched the way his dick disappeared into your cunt over and over, a white, pinkish ring, fluttering out around it.

You felt like you were on fire, everything hurts, you could do nothing but grip the sheets as he rammed into you relentlessly. Until finally, he spilled deep into your womb.

"There. Now you can't leave."

The music was loud and obnoxious, the kind of bass that made the floor throb under your shoes. You'd come here to support your friend's first time clubbing, only to realize five minutes in she was a natural, glowing, twirling, practically born for the flashing lights. Meanwhile, you were at the bar, talking with girls whose names you could barely remember.

Don't get it wrong, you liked clubs. You liked the heat, the chatter, the perfume clinging to strangers' hair. Ikira and Jessie.. you were pretty sure that was their names, plus two others who had long since wobbled off to the dance floor, had been making your night tolerable. 

Better than sitting alone anyway.

"And then he told me that him cheating was a mistake and that I should forgive him because his Mom told him I should!" Jessie whined, throwing her hands around so wildly her drink almost went with it.

"Damn—! Don't tell me you stayed with that asshole!" Ikira added, swirling the straw in her drink.

You glanced at the bartender and gestured for a refill. He obliged, refilling your Pink Whitney until there was barely any room for ice.

"What's his name?" you asked, tilting your head curiously.

"I don't know anymore honestly... he was a footballer though!" Jessie admitted, and all of you burst out laughing. She talked a bit more about how she kind of wished she had stayed, just for the money, and you really couldn't blame her. 

The chatter blurred into background noise until Ikira wanted to go dance and Jessie drifted off with some random guy for god knows what. You had by then made small talk with the bartender, chatting about your lives every few minutes. 

It was around 12am, most people were wasted by now, you debated going dancing with your new found friends, but a voice halted you before you could leave the stool. 

"Hey. You look kinda pretty."

You turned your head at the voice. Vibrant pink eyes, wild hair, and a sharp grin. He leaned over the barstool next to you and put his cheek into his fist, staring at you with interest. 

"Only kinda?" you scoffed playfully, taking a sip of your drink. He looked a bit weird, but nothing you haven't handled before. Infact, you were curious to where this could lead. 

He swung his leg over the stool and plopped down next to you at the silent invitation. "Can I have two lemon drops?" he called to the bartender, sending you a wink as he pushed one toward you. "Name's Shidou. Saw you all the way on the other side and thought ya might need someone who's not boring to talk to."

"A shot just for me?" you hummed, smiling a little as your fingers traced the rim. "How sweet of you Shidou... also..." You waited until he tilted his head back for the shot before tossing yours down. Your face scrunched up at the afterburn, and you chose to ignore his minor insult to Jessie and Ikira. 

"Wouldn't that be a bit stalkerish?" 

"Stalkerish?" He barked out a laugh, then shook his head. "Now that's funny. Say..." He leaned in, chin resting on his palm. He tapped his finger on the wooden countertop, tilting his head with a pout. "You haven't given me your name yet, miss 'victim'. Care to indulge me?"

You rolled your eyes and went back to sipping your original drink now that the shot was gone. "L/n. Is your hair real?" You decided to get him back for the victim part, not one to take mockery without fighting back. 

Shidou made an exaggerated eye roll of his own, but he didn't seem annoyed by any means. "Oh, how I wish. Would make keeping up on it a lotttt easier..." He let the words drag, then turned his head, suddenly a little closer than before. Close enough you could feel his breath if you zoned in on it. "Unless..."

"Unless...?" you urged, curious where he was going with this.

"Unless you dye it for me. Hm?"

You snorted, waving a hand. "Pfft- sure. We'll see about that." You put a hand on his chest to gently push him back. He didn't budge so much as sway, then after a moment he finally sat back with a toothy grin.

"Oh, she pushes back. Cute."

He kept the questions coming, about your drink, your night, who you came with. He made everything sound like an inside joke you were both forming, his eyes flicked over you like he was taking notes more times than not. And to be fully honest you enjoyed the attention. He was sweet, gentleman-like too if you ignored the roaring vibe of wildness. 

 He ended up ordering another round of lemon drops for you both not too long after. Which you took gratefully. 

It had only been around fifteen minutes when your stomach began to churn. You tried to ignore the creeping nausea, but the world was fuzzing at the edges. You usually had a good tolerance for drinks. Two shots and two Pink Whitneys on ice shouldn't make you feel this woozy.

Now that sounded like alot, but seriously, this was different.

"Ugh..." you grumbled, slowly pushing yourself off the stool. "Ill be right back.."

He nodded with a small pitiful smile, not taking his eyes off you, before leaning back and still drumming his fingers on the counter, he seemed antsy, and you weren't sure if it was because the girl he was just flirting was suddenly sick or not. 

If anything you felt bad for leaving him so randomly.  

You took it upon yourself to slip into the sea of bodies, pushing through. Every step felt like it might be your last. You were shaky, head blank, the music was even a distant throb. All you wanted was to lie down and sleep, but you knew you couldn't. 

Eventually, you found the bathroom. After a short line, you bolted for a stall, knees hitting the tile hard, and immediately began heaving into the toilet. 

'Oh fuck..' You mentally complained, eyebrows pinching together in pain and confusion. 

"Im.. never.. drinking.. again.." You grumbled, eyes watering. It was almost funny how right after you said that, your stomach heaved again, bile burning as it clawed up your throat. The toilet bowl wasn't nearly big enough for the amount of liquid you'd put down, but it didn't matter. 

You barely had the strength to grip the sides of the stall as your vision swam with the strobe lights outside seeping in. The fluorescent overhead flickered in an almost cruel rhythm, making everything worse.

"Uh-oh, someone's having a rough night." came a voice just behind you. Before you could even register, a hand shot forward and yanked a fistful of your hair, not painfully but with enough force to pull your hair up so you could vomit easier. 

Just albeit.. more forceful than you expected. 

"Hey hey.. easy there.." the voice said, unnervingly close to your ear.

You tried to turn, but the grip was firm. The smell of him and his cologne, as you registered from the voice, filled your nose. Your mind spun, half delirious, and you could barely focus on the figure when they finally allowed you enough room to look behind you. "Who...?" you croaked.

He started tugging you gently from your hair, almost like he was maneuvering a cat by its scruff. "C'mon, I've got you."

You stumbled, barely catching yourself on the stall wall as you were forced up. The hand on your hair guided you out of the stall and out into the club, weaving between dancers and the occasional drunk idiot staring too long. Your legs were unsteady.. you were close to collapsing, yet he seemed to know exactly when to pull you up or keep you upright.

You hadn't even been able to wipe your mouth. 

How annoying. 

"Careful princess." he teased, almost dangerously calm for dragging a stranger out the club. Do you know him? Was he your friend? You can't remember. But all you knew was it felt wrong. 

You wanted to protest, but your mouth was dry, your head spinning. Another wave of nausea hit, and you doubled over, gagging dryly. He stayed there, not judging, not laughing..  okay, maybe laughing a little.. and let you be sick until you couldn't anymore all while on the club floor. 

"You're a mess." He sighed. 

You tried to shake your head, but your muscles refused to obey. Before you could argue, he had a firm grip around your waist, practically dragging you out . Your heels clicked against the floor in uneven, jerky steps, and you barely noticed the eyes on you from the bar area, too far gone to care.

"Don't fight me." he warned when you jerked a bit. "I'm not gonna let you pass out here, trust me. You'd hate me if I left you like that."

The club door loomed ahead, lights blinding, bass pounding, but he guided you through it easily, hand still firmly in your hair, arm steady around your waist. Outside, the air hit you like a punch. You tried to gasp, but it came out as a shaky wheeze.

"Don't worry just getting my girlfriend home, she drank wayy too much." He told the bouncer, before lowering down to your ear. 

"Good girl." he hummed. "Now, car's over there. Lets get you home, kay?"

He helped you into the passenger seat with almost too much force, sliding you down so your head rested sideways against the window. Your stomach still churned violently, bile rising again only for you to swallow it. 

Shidou leaned close to you from the drivers seat, seatbelt clinking as he buckled you in.

"You smell... like disaster.." he voiced, pinching his nose while shaking his head at you. 

The engine roared to life seconds later, tires crunching against the parking lot gravel, and you melted somewhere between nausea and exhaustion, too delirious to even protest as his hand rested lightly against yours. The city blurred past as he drove, bass in the distance replaced by the low hum of the tires.

"Relax." he murmured, "I've got you. You're mine tonight, whether you like it or not anyway."

Your mouth opened once or twice, trying to speak, but nothing coherent came out. 

"Ah, look at you.." he smiled at you, before looking back at the road. "Trying to form words... poor thing."

He hummed along to the faint music coming from the dashboard, humming louder when you slumped forward slightly. "You know, most people just whine and complain by now.. I might have accidentally upped the dose for ya. My bad baby."

Minutes passed in a surreal haze of streetlights and your head lolled to the side. He continued rambling, mocking your silence, inventing answers for you as if you were having a conversation.

'This shit.. is so ass..' 

Eventually, the car slowed. "Home sweet home!" he brightly, stepping out of the drivers side and making his way to the passengers. He opened the car door with flourish, his senile grin being the first thing you see. "Now.. let's see if you can make it inside without face-planting the driveway."

You attempted to step out but wobbled violently, almost collapsing onto the concrete. He caught you effortlessly, half-laughing, half-sighing. "Well you tried." He tucked an arm around your waist and guided you forward.

You tried to thrash a bit, panic bubbling up, but he adjusted his grip, ignoring your protest. "Relax, relax... I've got you." he softly. He guided you to the front door, and then through a hallway with an unnerving patience, muttering for you the whole way. "Left foot, right foot... no don't trip over the rug again.."

Finally, he stopped by a door, presumably his bedroom, and helped you sit on the edge of the bed. You slumped, head hanging forward, hair tangled and mascara slightly runny. You gagged slightly, and he didn't flinch, didn't offer a word of sympathy. He just stared down at you, before shoving your shoulder a bit.

You fell onto your back and tried to sit up, thrash, anything, but your limbs felt like lead. He stepped closer, crouching a little to stay eye level with you best he could. "Ah, ah, ah.." he murmured, scolding you playfully. "You'r too dramatic, you know? Stop making a scene. You'll ruin it for me."

Hands rummaged over your body, his fingers gripping the straps of your dress lightly and pulling it down your body. Somehow, you got one of your hands to grip onto his weakly, attempting to stop him. 

"Let go little girl, I wont tell you again." He warned with a cutting grin, eyes warning you to listen. But you didn't instead a small tear ran down your cheek in reply, and he violently shook your hand off his own. 

When it wouldn't fly off, he resorted to other measures.

Like punching you in the stomach. 

"AcK-" Your body flew up from the force, vomiting a bit on your half discarded dress and on his shirt. He cackled at the sight and pulled his shirt off quickly, using some of it to wipe your mouth. 

"That's what'll happen if you don't listen baby." He hummed, before moving back to admire his work, you didn't see where he went after, as he left the bed to look for something in the closet. 

Only when he came back with a belt did you start to freak out a bit, if you hadn't already. 

"W-w.. wait.." You whispered hoarsely, but he ignored you and grabbed your hands roughly. He wrapped the belt around your wrists and walked to the side of the bed, dragging you up the sheets whilst he secured it to his bedframe. 

"There. Now ya wont cause me trouble." He sighed dreamily before turning back to you with a wild look in his eyes. 

You squirmed lightly as he pulled the rest of your dress off, his fingers burning against your skin as he plucked at the clasps of your bra. "God aren't you a pretty thing hm?" He mocked, freeing your breasts and pinching a nipple of one of them harshly. 

He giggled and grabbed your chin when your yelped, forcing your mouth open as he kissed you deeply. His tongue stuck itself down your throat before he pulled back. "Eugh you taste like shit. Open up for me yeah?" He planted his thumb in your jaw and forced your mouth open once more, spitting inside before shutting it closed. 

"Now for the fun part!" He exclaimed, sliding his pants down. Ignoring the way you kicked lightly. He walked to the end of the bed, just in his boxers, and looked down at your panties. Almost cooing at the little wet spot in the middle.

"God you're a filthy slut aren't ya?" He hummed, pulling down the waistband and slipping it all the way down your legs. You shuddered at the cool air, tears dripping down your cheeks every few moments.

He licked his lips and crawled up until he hovered over you, leaning down to pry your pussy lips open. "Are you a screamer or a creamer?" He forced a finger into your wet heat, and curled it just enough for you to keen a bit off the bed. 

"Gotcha.. Tight as hell though.. hope you like blood as much as I do baby." 

Through the haze you saw him pull down his boxers, you shook your head as fast as you could, which wasn't that fast, yet he still prodded his dick up and down your cunt. 

"Wall's are soundproof so be as loud as you wish, I like it when they scream so put on a good show for me, kay?" he grinned before shoving himself inside, gripping onto your waist as you tried to pull away. 

"Ow- Owowow-!" You whimpered, your fingers curled and uncurled from the big- big- stretch. Painful was an understatement, but whatever you were drugged with as you came to realize helped neutralize it. 

"Oh shittt.. you're clamping down on me like hell girl.." He groaned, bringing a hand up to roughly grab your breast. Kneeding it harshly before sinking himself deeper.

You could see the faint outline of his ab's, feral grin and lust covered eyes. Slowly he pulled out and then slammed back into you once more, giggling when you sobbed, your body racking gently against his bruising grip. 

"Hey.." He said softly, setting a slow rhythm as he leaned down to bite your earlobe. "Just know its not your fault mkay? Bad things happen to pretty girls like you.." He snuck closer to lick a stripe up your neck, laughing against your skin as a particular thrust made you sob harder. 

"You're pretty even when crying and covered in vomit. 10/10 baby." 

He brought the hand that was on your breast down, caressing your skin on the way down as he hovered over your clit. 

"I wanna see what face you make when you cum on my dick.. wouldn't that be fun?" He leaned back and slammed into you loudly, the bed creaking with each bully against your cunt. He finally let his hand down and circled his fingers around your clit. 

You whimpered and whined, sniffling every so often as he upped it to match his thrusts. 

And you began to wonder, why would this happen to you? What did you do to deserve this? Can anyone help you? Where's.. you can't even remember your friends name. 

"S-shit you're so tight right now.. you gonna come soon?" his voice snapped you out of your sob story, and you just now began to realize how tight the coil in your stomach had become. 

Were you really going to cum to this shit? 

"F-fuck-" You groaned, throwing your head back when the tip of his dick hit your cervix. 

Yes, yes you were. 

"Come on baby let it out-" Shidou grunted, bruising your hips and running rapid circles over your clit until you let out a choked cry. Your body shook as he cackled at your state, watching your small arch off the bed. 

"Fuck.. damn thats hot.." He mumbled before diving tight into your cunt, holding you in place as he came inside seconds later. 

---

"H-huh?" You groaned, rubbing your head as you sat up in an unfamiliar bed. You glanced around and saw a man already awake, staring at you from his side of the bed. "Good morning sleeping beauty." 

"Shidou? What the.." You winced as you moved your legs, sitting up slowly. Your head was so dizzy- 

"Hey, take it easy. I got you."

"No."

The word slips out before you can stop it, and only after the damage is done, do you think about what it'll cost you. 

Kaiser's hand pauses mid-reach for his phone. That strained smirk of his falters, lips pressing into a thin line before quirking again, but not with humor. "'No'?" he repeats, slower than you. 

You immediately regret it, but it's too late. Your voice has already echoed in the hotel room, and now so has his. You're left standing in the silence that follows, nerves prickling under your skin.

His full body turns toward you calmly. His eyes are dark and gleaming, calculating in the low light. And when his gaze lands on you, you freeze. Those beautiful poison blue eyes rendering you useless.

You try to hold your ground. You try. 

"I just... I don't want to be around those guys again.." you murmur, tone strained, hoping that maybe backpedaling might save you. "They make me uncomfortable."

Kaiser doesn't move. Not at first. His stare drops, trailing down the length of your body in a way that obviously shows he's mocking you. 

As if saying, Who the hell are you to tell me no?

"I'm sorry." you add quickly, as if that will fix everything. But your apology only seems to sour the air.

"Are you sorry?" he repeats, it's not a question though. It's a trap. A setup to unravel you from the inside out.

He knows how your mind works. He knows you'll start questioning yourself, doubting if maybe, just maybe, you were in the wrong. And that self-doubt? It's his favorite tool.

Still, he doesn't yell. Doesn't raise a hand or throw anything. He just gives you that look. The one that makes your stomach twist and your throat tighten. Almost like a siren, beautiful but utterly terrifying. 

After a long, heavy pause, he finally speaks. And you hold your breath. 

"Go get ready Schatz." If you obey, he might just be more merciful later. 

"I don't-" 

"Go. Get. Ready." 

You lost your chance. Not like you were aware of it. But he oh so was. 

The silence after that is suffocating. You follow him with hesitant steps, heels clicking on the marble floor, every movement measured, your head bowed slightly.

---

You're dolled up, red dress hugging your figure, heels biting into your feet. Your makeup is natural, except for the thin, deliberate streaks of red smudged under your eyes.

Why? Because he told you to leave them. He had said he liked how it looked on you, it felt like a small punishment. The both of you matching now. 

Thankfully, you didn't argue. Although, everything about your appearance tonight screams that you belong to him. Your body, your voice, your expressions.. he's got a mark on all of it.

You don't know whether to feel flattered or afraid.

The club is loud and foggy with expensive cologne. You're seated beside him in a massive booth full of people you barely know, faces that blur together, names you won't remember. Most of them are from the football world. That's all that matters to him.

You're quiet, only replying when someone asks you a question or your boyfriend includes you. He's dolled up just like you, you get lost in his eyes whenever he looks at you, and his hair frames his face anyone would be jealous at. 

Overall, it was going good. 

Until someone opens their mouth.

"Must be nice having someone that hot hanging off your arm. I'd kill for a girl like that." one guy laughs, and your face scrunches up slightly at his words. This is what you mean't by being uncomfortable. 

"Mm. Very lucky." Kaiser says smoothly, his arm slipping around your shoulders, tugging you into his side. You feel his muscles tense as he speaks, the low vibrations from his voice keeping you awake. 

Someone chuckles at your expression, taking your silence and worried frown the wrong way. "Look at her, she's getting shy." And you gulp when Kaiser's muscles tense further. The group didn't know, no one really knew how he felt underneath. 

But you did. 

"She better not be." Your boyfriend replies. Everyone laughs at it. But you hear it. The low growl buried in the words. A warning only meant for you.

You better not be.

And now, you can't even blink without hearing it replay in your head. 

---

The drive home is silent.

You sit with your hands in your lap, eyes trained on the road ahead. You're curled slightly into yourself, trying to look smaller. Less noticeable. He hasn't said a word since you both got into the car.

You know this version of him, the quiet anger. It's always worse than yelling, he knows it, and you hate that he uses it against you. 

You aren't that stupid as to be clueless to Kaiser's hobbies, you know he studies Psychology. You know he likes control and that he always get's what he wants. It's just always stayed in the back of your head. 

When you pull into the driveway, you get out of the car fast, heels in one hand, bare feet hitting the pavement before he's even turned off the engine. You don't care if it's rude. You just want to make it to the bedroom. Somewhere safe before he blows up on you. 

He takes his time, unlike you. 

You hear him humming when he walks through the door. You're in front of the vanity mirror now, reaching for a makeup wipe for your under eyes, until your wrist is caught midair. You hadn't even noticed him behind you, making you go rigid. 

"Leave it." Kaiser says softly behind you, breath warm near your ear. It makes you shudder. "I like it on you."

You lower the wipe, already complying. How could you not, you’re like putty in his hands. “If I sleep in it-"

"Do you need help taking off your dress?"

You flinch at the interruption, its as if he doesn't want you talking at all. "No, I-" But he's already moving behind you. His fingers trail up your spine, his touches are burningly sweet, pulling your zipper down without another word. 

You grip the fabric to your chest before you flash your mirror, and watch him with a confused look. He finds it cute, domestic in a way. "Hm?" 

He steps back. Shrugs off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt. The sight makes you blush, even after being together for so long. So you move your gaze to your next change of clothes. 

You catch sight of your sleep shirt on the bed, a small sigh of relief coming from your mouth as you walk over to grab it. 

But his hand catches your wrist again.

"Take off your dress." 

The sudden demand leaved you startled, a deer in headlights look plastered on your face. "What?" You whisper, and he looks at you, finally meeting your eyes. E/c meets blue, and you melt at the sight. 

That's all it takes. That one look. 

You nod weakly, hands trembling. But before you can even touch the dress, he tugs it down himself, exposing you with little effort. He smirks at the sight of you, especially liking the way you gasped. Your arms wrapping around yourself in reflex is adorable to him. 

"Kaiser-!" But that word ruins it all in a single moment. 

"Don't you fucking dare use my last name."

Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out. He steps forward again, eyes glued to you, and you're not sure what he's going to do until his hand cups your cheek, bringing his face right infront of your own. 

"You've been pretty annoying today Schatz, don't you think so?" He murmurs, his eyes piercing into your own. His smirk widens while your frown deepens. A lovely contrast. 

You gulp, watching as he pulled away from you and tugs down his pants. You watch with wide despreate eyes and flushed cheeks. Still covering your chest. 

"Sit on the edge of the bed." The words leave his mouth and you're instantly obeying a second later. He moves infront of you, and places a hand on your head. 

"You know what to do love, maybe ill even be nicer if-" This time you cut him off, pulling down his boxers, and grabbing his length as gently as someone could when full of anxiety. 

You hear him laugh from above you, a finger lands under your chin, pulling your face up. You can see the wicked grin on his face, probably enthralled by how easily you want to please him just so you aren't destroyed later. 

You burn in embarrassment, eyes traveling from his eyes to his abs, to his v-line. And he notices, unfortunately.

"You want it that bad? You fucking slut." He mocks, before removing his finger and instead moving it to your lips. Lightly brushing them, asking for entrance. 

You tense at his degrading words, but open your mouth anyway. Two fingers shove themselves down your throat, and his other hand that was still atop of your head pushes you closer to his cock. 

You always forget, just how big he is. 

"Already losing your confidence?" Kaiser teases, a small pout on his lip and his fingers fuck your face, small beads of slobber drip from your mouth, splattering onto the wood floor beneath you both. 

Your throat is empty for a moment, mouth still wide when he finally removes his fingers, dangling them infront of you. "How nasty." He scoffs, before shoving your head down on his length, admiring the way tears line your eyes. 

"Put your back into it before I make you." Your boyfriend threatens, and you gulp around his length making him shudder, hips bouncing into your mouth. 

You place your hands on his thighs for support, before bobbing your head and swirling your tongue. You watch the way his abs tense, blue eyes half lidded. He's locked onto your reddened lips, a small ring of saliva and pre-cum lining them.

"Better than last time I guess." He mumbles, before grabbing your hair in a tight fist, making you once again swallow around him, and he bites back a low groan. "Ill take over from here, just sit pretty." 

You gagged when he rammed into your throat, small creased moons from your nails littering his thighs due to his pace. 

"Fuck.. yeah that's right. Keep looking at me like that love." Your boyfriend rasps from above you, your tears finally falling down your cheeks. 

When he finally came, he held you in place. Hips sputtering until his muscles finally relaxed. "Swallow it all." And you did, coughing lightly when he finally pulls out of your mouth. 

"Lay on your back Schatz." He pushes your body backward, now he's the one on his knees. He's at the end on the bed, hands already lifting up your legs, pulling down your panties, and setting them on his own shoulders. 

The bare air makes you flinch, you still haven't gotten used to how direct he was. Even after him fucking your face, you're still shy. 

"Michael.." You mumble, and he hums in reply, not answering you.  

You look at him confused when he stares at your slit, instinctively shutting your legs, at least you tried too. Wasn't this supposed to be a punishment? Why was he.. 

It seems he read you clearly, but he didn't say anything else. Only grinning and tightening his grip around your legs. 

"Michael?" You ask again, a more worried tone in your words. But before you can say anything else, the feeling of warm breath over your cunt shuts you up. 

"Consider this my future apology." He mumbles lowly from between your legs, you try to sit up on your elbows but your movement stops when his tongue licks a fat stripe up your folds. 

You whine, hips bucking up, and you can feel him chuckle. "God you're already drenched.. do you like pissing me off that much?" 

"No-" He interrupts you, sucking on your clit, making you jerk and try to push him away from the overstimulation. But he keeps you in place with a tight grip. 

"Fucking bitch loves making her boyfriend mad.. telling me no.." He hums, tongue swirling around you and you keen into his touch. Trying to sit up was no longer an option now as you gripped the sheets. His tongue continuing his assault on your cunt. 

"Mich..ah.. Michael- I'm s-sorry.." You murmur, every twitch and jolt he savors, he prods a finger at your entrance, and you suck him in easily. 

"What if I.." His teeth bite your clit lightly, you yelp and jerk in reply, startled. "Michael don't.." You start to complain, but freeze when his presence leaves your body entirely.

You just told him what to do. 

"Guess thats enough, you can handle it.. right?" He's overtop your body now, hands under your thighs and pressing them against your chest. "W-wait wait wait! I didn't mean too! Im sorry!" You stammer, watching the way he removed one of his hands to line himself up with your entrance, paying you no mind. 

"Shut up." He demands, and you close your lips best you could until he rams into you, forcing a small cry from your throat. 

"Ill make sure you never tell me what to do ever fucking again." He rasps next to your ear, setting a bruising pace of hitting your g-spot over.. and over.. and over again. His hands grip your thighs so hard you're sure they'll be bruised tomorrow. 

"S-sorry- so- sorry-!" You were sputtering, trying to find something to hold onto, but he beats you too it. Grabbing both your hands so they are crossed over your chest along with your legs.

"You really fucked up today Schatz.. what would everyone think if they saw just how much of a disgusting selfish whore you are?" He murmurs into your ear, before diving lower and biting your neck lightly, mumbling against it. 

"I have thousands of people who would be at my beck and call whenever I want.. you know that right?" He feels the way you shudder when he thrusts into you harshly, drilling a reply out of you.

"Y-yeah.. m'sorry.. ah.. p-pleas-" His lips find themselves ontop of your own, his tongue forces itself into your mouth. You whimper, the coil in your gut awfully close to snapping, and he swallows it all right up. 

He feels the way you begin to tense up, and he places a hand on your abdomen. Pulling away from the heated kiss. "Feel this?" He presses down harder, watching the way you writhe under him with lust filled eyes. 

"This is me, fucking you stupid like the whore you are. You belong to me Schatz, and you'll listen to me." You look at him, teary eyed, and nod quickly. Making him smirk wider. 

"Who do you belong too?" He urges, a hand reaching to wrap around your throat. "Y-you.." You babble, your own hand wrapping around his wrist that held your neck. 

"Say you're mine." He pinches one of your nipples, and you clench around him with furrowed brows. He knows your trying your best, but he doesn't care. 

"Im yours.. all.." You. don't get to finish as his fingers rub tight circles around your clits not even a second later the words leave your mouth. You whine and squirm, the stimulation too much and just enough for your orgasm. 

Your minds numb, tears flowing freely, you don't even notice the way your chanting your boyfriends name softly. Arms wrapped around his neck and scratches on his back as you convulse on his cock. 

"Michael- michael mich-michaelmichael.." You tremble, babbling nonsense in his ear as he smirks. And even after your muscles untense, he still continues to bully into you relentlessly. 

"Good girl, remember.." He cups your fucked out face gently, placing a kiss on your nose with an evil grin. Blue eyes admiring his girlfriends, the ones he was making roll back. 

"…Good girls obey."

You sighed, collapsing onto your bed. Your friends weren’t helping in the slightest, and with your current situation it didn’t make your embarrassment any better.

I mean come on.. you just met the dude! He’s a soccer athlete with hundreds of swooned girls at his beck and call!

Sure you have your own achievements, but can you even compare to that? Your school is mainly known for sports yes, but soccer is much higher than volleyball here. No matter how good.

Which means Isagi is way out of your league. Mentally at least. He’s sweet and caring, attentive and understanding. You’ll ignore his past matches for the sake of glazing him further.

All in all, you were definitely taking it for granted. What were the chances you guys would be paired up? Even more so, he actually wanted to MEET you. TALK to you. Sure you never paid too much attention to who’s who, but anyone here could tell you who Isagi Yoichi is.

You groaned, staring up at your ceiling. Until a ping from your phone made you snap out of your trance.

So maybe it IS time to Kys…..