sell your soul.

How you even came here, you don't know; you remember something about falling from the rabbit hole, the madman- Madhatter? A shiver runs down your spine when you think of the man; why, you don't remember. You were here for something- what was it? Something to do with... Alice-

You giggle as you feel electrifying pleasure run down your body, making you squirm as you feel it on your pussy.

This tingly feeling had started the moment the caterpillar had kissed you, had your body suddenly feeling light and so good— sending a growing warmth right between your legs, too.

A new wave of smoke mixes in the air, a handsome man smiling at you from where he sits; his name is Suna, he had told you. The man with bright gold eyes, lazy gaze giving you tingles all over your body, dark brown locks of hair had a blueish glint to them.

You remember something about a fight with him, just small pieces of memories that flee from your mind with the pleasure flowing through your body.

"Are you lost, little girl?" You barely remember the interaction, the annoyance you felt at his scrutinizing words.

"No." you had answered, avoiding his mocking gaze and the matching grin the man behind the cloud of smoke was giving you, your lips jutting forward in a bratty pout. "I don't need your help, so get lost." You had swatted your hand around as if he was an annoying fly.

"Ah," he had answered as if that made so much sense, grinning at you, only making you feel even more annoyed. "wouldn't you join me then, little girl?"

There he was again, that annoying thing he was calling you, making you itch with annoyance, making you turn back at him, squinting your eyes.

"I'm not a little girl," you had answered just like one, "stop calling me that."

"Indeed you are very mature," he had laughed, clearly mocking you as he had given another puff of a strange smoke, colors swirling in it. "A mature little girl that shouldn't be here."

"Who are you to tell me where I should and shouldn't be?" You had scoffed, annoyed gaze wandering around the naked meadow to find a way to go back to the big tree. They said the Madhatter was there, they say he and Alice were the best of friends; maybe he would know where your big sister Alice had gone to. "isn't this the wonderland? I can do whatever I want."

He had stared at you for a second, a depreciatory gaze that had you trembling. Suddenly you thought he was honest about telling you that you didn't belong here.

But you couldn't go back just now, could you? Your sister was lost in this strange place, and you were the only one (in)sane enough to help her, or even remember her. It seemed only the people in the wonderland knew who Alice was.

"Spoke just like a little human brat." He had grinned, the man with the sharp, golden eyes, a dangerous glint in them making you feel wry. "I'm not a—"

"this is my territory, girl, be careful what you say and do." The man had cut you off curtly, his hand waving around to show you his territory, the cloud of smoke diffusing with it, finally letting you see a clear view of his face.

You had gulped.

"Are you scared?" He had laughed, standing up from his place to approach you, lips tilting when you back away. "You should be."

"I'm not!" You had objected, but you had found yourself shaking when he had reached you in two large steps. He was bigger than you had thought, standing up, towering over you with a dark gaze, making you feel small and— trapped.

"Caught a little brat, have I?" He had muttered, right before his hands were circling your face and tilting them up to meet his, so close that you could feel his breath on your lips. "I hate stupid things like you— good thing I have just the thing to fix ya."

The caterpillar was how he was known around this wonderland, even though you didn't really understand why— though before you even got the chance to ask, you had found yourself dizzy with a kiss, his tongue swiping your bottom lip, trying to get you to open your mouth.

You don't disobey, not anymore; you part your lips and welcome his tongue, although not foreign smoke he exhales in your mouth with a grin. He's caressing your cheek almost like a loving act as you gasp and try to pull away with a cough itching in the back of your throat, eyes teary and burning as you cough away.

It burns— it burns your chest, the smoke you have in your mouth, travels within your body to your lungs, the burning feeling starts feeling different, it feels... better, the colors in your vision start melting and—

You're dancing, turning around and around; you feel large hands roaming around your body as you move, pulling on your silk dress, touching your skin, groping your body as it slowly goes numb.

And you're once again kissing the man, or he's kissing you, you find his soft lips against yours, makes you feel good, his kiss is making you dizzier than the smoke clouding your mind; a pinch to your nipples is all it takes for your lips to part again, your silent cry muffled by the smoke blown into your mouth.

This time your body welcomes it, making the man grin when you don't cough— you wonder if he's grinning because he feels good like you, or is it because it's funny watching you slowly lose yourself?

Lose yourself; you do.

Only left with that last bit of consciousness in the back of your mind, the only sane part of you as you're melting into the man before you, as you let his wandering lips gift you shades of purple all over your skin.

The voice keeps telling you, you who's swimming in the dumbing pleasure, that this is crazy, you don't know this man who has you wet with his kisses, vulnerable and dumb between his hands; run, you have to run, you have to- to escape-

As if he can hear your thoughts, a hand that climbs under your skirt and presses on the damp spot of your panties silences the last sane part you had.

"Pretty girl, pretty girl," he mutters against your skin, and you shiver, slowly losing consciousness and balance and sanity.

Your mouth opens in a moan; more smoke gets pushed through your lips as you slowly melt in his arms.

"Let go."

You do, finally exhale the smoke you didn't know you were holding, and everything starts to change, they become so colorful, twisting right before your eyes, and you feel like you're falling— or are you floating?

Whichever it is, moving according to it feels amazing; his hands on your body make you smile dumbly, the feeling of something hard pressing against your ass sends chills of excitement.

There are a lot of parts missing from your memories, like how you even started to kiss the man again, your whole body pressing against his, your needy cries begging him for something you don't remember. Or how he sat back to his place as he left you alone to dance, telling you to dance for him; he wants to watch the stupid brat.

To his amusement, you only giggle and keep dancing, move your body without thinking once about your dress falling off of your body, string of it hanging off of your shoulder to give the man a pretty view of your tits, twirling around to show your panties with the damp spot.

You're laughing as you topple towards him, your feet feel like jelly, like they can't hold you anymore, and it's only by his hands catching your drugged body at the very last second you're not face down on the dirt.

You drop on your knees in front of him, a pout on your pretty lips, hands trying to gain balance by holding onto his thigh.

Suna laughs at you, long fingers enclosing around your dainty neck and forcing your head to look up at him. "—m dizzy," you giggle, don't mind the dirty ground you sit on, shuffling between his gaping legs, right before his feet.

"You're feeling good, aren't you?" Suna laughs when you squirm under his heavy gaze, golden eyes wander over your face, your half-lidded eyes, the soft smear of drool on your chin, your dumb smile caused by the drug.

You don't know how you're feeling, you don't know anything— but he does, doesn't he? And he gives your hazy mind the words you can't form yourself, words sinking heavy in your thoughts, your own thoughts starting to form around the constructed ones he gives you—

"Feel good, so good." You agree with a soft gasp, your body feels on fire, burning with a need of something you can't diagnose.

"Everything feels..." You attempt to talk; your mouth feels foreign. It feels good, you feel good, but it's like there's something's— "missing."

"What is, stupid girl? What do you want?" He coos at you, a hand wrapped around your dainty neck, thumb caressing the skin. Your heart beating mad under his thumb, eyes blown wide with the foreign drug in your system.

He scoffs when you whine and press your face against the strange man's skin, his grip on your neck tightens as a sign of disapproval. "Use your words, will you?"

"—don't know." You mutter hazily, he scoffs at that.

"You don't know?" He repeats —you think— as his finger squeezes your neck subtly, but it's enough to have your body melting into him, face falling forward on his thigh when he pulls you back by your hair. "-ah!"

"You want to make me feel good," he mutters into your ear, guiding your hand to the tent forming under his pants, something big and hard straining under it. "want to be a good, obedient girl for me, yeah?"

good, obedient girl for him, you want it, don't you? you want to make him feel good, you want to be good and obedient—

"You feel so —ah- needy for me, pretty girl. All you really want is just for me to fuck you, yeah?" While talking and talking into your ear, repeatedly telling you how needy you are, how good you want to be, how you need him to fuck you senseless, Suna keeps your pretty hands over his pants, guiding it back and forth on his growing cock.

"—yeah." You can only answer pliantly.

A burst of laughter shakes Suna's large frame, patting your head as if he's approving a dog's behavior. "Look at you, already putty in my hands—" he coos, feels your drool wetting the material of his pants when he lets out a soft chuckle, thumb dipping between your lips. "you look fucking pathetic, easy girl. So much easier than anyone else I had to break."

It's not your fault; everything just feels so good, the colors of the world are tingles over your skin, roaming your body just like Suna's hands and lips, you can't tell which is which, your world once again spinning and it feels tiring, your eyes start to feel heavy and they—

A sting on your cheek has your eyes flying open once again, your head falling harshly on his lap with the force of his hand on your face.

"Focus," Suna orders, looking cruel as he stares down at you with a scornful frown. "Don't need ya sleeping on my fucking lap. Make me feel good like you promised, stupid girl."

You want to make me feel good— the words ring in your ear,your body feels like a candle melting into him as you find yourself nodding eagerly.

"There we go—" the caterpillar grins, "suck my cock like a good girl, show me how good you can make me feel."

You feel a hand behind your neck as he slowly guides your head, gentle until you feel something girthy and hard poking under the surface you rest your face on.

"You're drooling on my cock." You hear— no, see his words, colorful before your eyes, mixing into the world you see, twirling in shapes and colors.

Your mouth agape and drool leaking on his pants, eyes wide and starry as you watch the world behind your influenced gaze, you look absolutely adorable and so, so dumb.

"Feel— feels good."

You hear his airy chuckle, the sound of a zipper and cloth rustling. "I know you do, sweetheart." His thumb taps your bottom lip a few times to get you to focus. "Come on, open wide."

You do, you're tongue lolling out unconsciously as you feel something heavy and hot swipe on your lips. "Ah— fuck, that's good."

You look like a fucking puppy, eagerly waiting for her prize as you look up at him with a hazy, sparkling gaze, a wide smile, and gaping mouth, laughing at yourself, at nothing in particular, waiting for him to slip his heavy cock in your mouth.

"So stupid, aren't you?" He coos down at your glazed face, slapping his cock on your mouth a few times and hearing you whimper, watches as you lose your balance even when you're sitting.

"—sorry," you can only hiss out the word, letting your tongue out, drool dripping from the tip. "A little whore of a girl, look at you drooling for my cock— fuck, so damn needy, too."

"Yes—" you agree, with everything he says, he's right, he right‐ "need your cock, please!"

Suna mocks you by tapping his cock on your face, laughing at the way your mouth hangs open mindlessly as you try to taste him, heavy and hot on your face, his balls graze your lips when you push your tongue out and lick a stripe, feel the giant man shiver over you. "Shit— fuck, don't —ah don't do that."

You don't listen, you can't, not when you see how much he likes it when you do, so instead you pucker you lips and suck softly—

"Nn—ah, fuck, wait!" He moans; moans sinfully as you suck so softly on his soft balls, his fingers sinking into your scalp and pulling so hard that the pain has you dizzy with a cry, pulling you off of his twitching cock.

"You little slut," Suna is breathless as he looks down on your face, eyes lidded and glassy, his precum and your drool glossing your face, "you want to play unfair, do you?"

He's the caterpillar, after all. To survive in the wonderland, you have to be unfair, merciless and— in one, clean stroke, Suna pushes almost all of his cock in your throat, not hearing your coughs and gags, gagging your mindless babbling as he inches closer to a pleasured bliss.

Even in your hazy mind, you feel the pain of stretching your jaws so much, trying to accommodate to his large cock that he uses oh so mercilessly.

"A pretty little fucktoy for me, yeah?" Suna laughs when you try to nod around his girthy cock, "can do anything I want and wouldn't you just take it?"

You moan mindlessly as he slips in and out of your mouth, body shaking in gags as he keeps and keeps hitting the back of your throat, watching you as you slip in and out of consciousness.

You open your eyes to look at him, hovering over you with his shirt half open, giving you a view of his naked chest, skin glistening with sweat, soft looking hair framing his cold, pretty face.

He's getting close; his hips start rutting up, deeper in your throat, hands in your hair digging deeper in your scalp.

"Fuck— I love pathetic girls like you," Suna almost moans, he keeps pushing and pushing your head deeper in his cock, "-t'was apparent you were nothing but a stupid whore the moment you stepped in here, you know."

You can only give out a silent whimper around his cock, on the verge of passing out as he doesn't give you a second to breathe, moving so fast and rough in and out of your throat that your body moves along, shaking forward and back like a lifeless ragdoll.

"Such a precious mouth on a filthy girl like you," his fingers pull on your hair, tilting your face up to see the bulge of his cock in your throat. "You shouldn't be allowed to breathe without a cock in your mouth, shutting you up."

His eyes fall back on your face, the fat tears spilling from your eyes as you choke on his cock, smiling like you're the happiest you've ever been as the man uses you like you're nothing but a hole— and he cums the hardest he has in a long while, ever since Alice had left.

He pulls out the last second, jerking himself off vigorously as his hips buck into his hand with the sight of your mouth open wide, eyes half-open, drool, and tears covering your face.

When he cums, Suna cums with a loud moan, his hand gripping you by the hair and pressing your face on his cock, resting on your cheek, watching you smile happily as he cums all he has on your face and tits.

He's breathless when he finally stops cumming, still half-hard despite how much he came— he still has to fuck that precious pussy, after all.

When he lets go of you, you fall right on your back, only signs that you're still awake being your cute whines and half-lidded gaze with that blazed-out smile.

Suna scoffs.

"Pathetic," he mutters at you, gets on his knees and looms over you as his hands force your face to look at him, looming over you with an almost revengeful gaze. "You look pathetic. We had hoped you'd at least have more brains in there, but no— eh? You're nothing more than a dumb little whore, aren't you— just like your sister?"

The word sister has an affect on you, Suna can tell. Your hands form tight fists next to you, but that's all you can do with thoughts fleeting from your mind like running water, and you're back to the mindless doll you were a second ago when Suna's fingers graze your thighs.

You can only gulp down a breath before he has you legs thrown over his shoulders, and you let out a sharp cry when he pushes forward, bending you in half with the head of his cock against your pussy.

He hovers over you, his pretty face almost inches away from yours as you squirm under him, bent in half half your legs dangling over his shoulder.

You look beautiful like this, Suna has to admit. Mouth wide open in silent cries, drool leaking from the corners, tears rolling down your face as you whimper and moan, you look beautiful.

"Suna!" You cry so helplessly when he pushes in, hands pinning your body on the ground by your neck, feeling your heart pulsing under your skin. "Fuck— fuck, fuck, please!"

He thrusts in you without minding you at all, your body shaking and spasming with the overwhelming feeling of him splitting you in fucking half, your pussy stretching and trying to accommodate to his girth, going in and out and in and out as you float in a weird space of mind where there's nothing but pleasure.

Suna can see it on your face— that you can no longer think, your blank gaze shines with lust as you look at him as if he's your God.

The sight of you crying, sobbing on his cock drives him insane, you look so small under him, drool, tear and swet mixing on your face, dripping down your neck. Your hand hangs on anything you can hold on, fingers sinking into his soft locks of hair and pulling as you cry and cry with pleasure.

"—s too much," you sob, shaking your head no, hand wrapped around his hand around your neck, hanging on it as you squirm under him like you're in pain. "Please don't stop!"

He won't, he can't stop until his cum is oozing out of you, he has to claim your body as he did your mind, after all. Break you in every way possible.

Your body rocks back and forth with each thrust, a squeaky scream falling from your lips whenever he grazes your cervix, a burning pain coursing through your veins, your wetness dripping on his balls.

You feel fucking amazing around Suna— so fucking tight, gushing around his cock like a little virgin, it has the man just as delirious as you. He can't even control himself, pounding in you without being able to stop, splitting you in half with a sadistic smile at your tears and cries. "Fuck yes," he moans against your lips, licking a stripe up your chin, tasting your sweat and drool. "Fuck, fuck you feel so fucking good!"

You mewl, just lay there and take it as you can't do anything else, let him use you like a personal hole.

"You want to cum, don't you?" Suna asks you, "are you close, sweet girl?"

You shake your head, somehow finding a way to do so in your delirium, sobbing your heart out as you whimper between tears of pain? Pleasure.

"Please—" you gasp, breathless as your nails dig into his skin, "pleasepleasepleasepl—"

"Oh, shut up." He groans, also close, twitching inside you as you gush around him like crazy, as if you never want to leave him go. He lands a soft slap on your already overstimulated clit—

You see stars.

Every muscle in your spent body contracts around him, a desperate scream falling from your lips as your body shakes and— fuck you're cumming.

So fucking tight around him, your chest rises and falls with shallow breaths you keep trembling, eyes barely open as you smile behind your tears, holding onto him as if he's the only thing holding you alive.

"Fuck—" he moans, "fuck!"

Finally- finally Suna cums in you, hovering over you, breathless as his hips still, body trembling in midair. "Holy fuck."

He barely glances at you as he pulls out, giving himself a few seconds to lie next to you before he stands back up and wears his clothes. You've passed out, he realizes, fucked you to sleep as a dumb, fucked out smile on your sweaty face, chest rising and falling softly, his cum oozing out of you.

"Oh darling," Suna mutters with a chuckle, knuckles brushing your sweaty cheek, first time showing a genuine affection to you. He grins, mischief glinting in his eyes, "I can't wait till the king of hearts knows you're here."

The title has goosebumps running down your spine, you know the king, you have heard many things about the man; how cruel he is, how he can't stand the sight of a human after a girl named Alice had deceived him.

Before you even get to see the man, you're brought to his maids who clean you, dress you in a pretty, blood-red silk, pamper you to look pretty for the man who will kill you.

The king, a man of blind fury, is one of the most terrifying person of the wonderland, one that can't be inconvenienced without someone losing their heads for it, one that feels power from killing people.

"A human," the people of the castle scorn at you as you're brought to the throne room, they look at you not even like a lifeless object, but a curse that has fallen on them, "God save us all."

And for the first time in ever, the people of the castle are begging to hear the king of hearts' favorite words: "off with its head."

The black marble of the rest of the castle continues into the well-lit throne room, the thousands of candles hovering in the air strategically placed to have your gaze first fall on the throne sitting in the middle of the room, and the man sitting on it.

With only one thought staying constant on your mind, you gulp.

He's terrifying.

and he's just as beautiful.

The air of the castle changes instantly as you step in the room, you have never felt this much power ooze from a man alone, where even breathing feels hard under his gaze— twisted and dark, with a matching grin on his lips.

You think you have never seen anyone so deserving of the title, King.

He looks like he's born with the gold crown sitting atop his head; he looks merciless, he looks flawless as he let's out a chuckle, a sound that almost brings you on the brink of crying with terror.

You want to turn around and run, blood freezing in your veins when you realize— its not just you, but everyone in the room is shaking with fear under the king's presence.

But what separates you from them is that you don't only shake with fear— but with a feeling just as sickening and insane: excitement.

Really, how shallow do you have to be to feel something so forbidden for a man like him? Or how insane?

"Is this the girl?" The king speaks from above you, a shiver makes your body shake. With a graceful move of his hands, the gold rings cladding his pale, long fingers glint under the candlelight. "Bring her closer."

A flawless man that looks like a painting from the most talented artists; the king of hearts looks heartless as he watches you get brutally forced onto your knees, right before his feet, enough for him to grasp you with ease with a heartbreakingly beautiful smile.

there's no way you're—

His eyes travel down from your face, to your lips, your neck, lingering on your chest, his grin widening when he sees your nipples hard under the flimsy silk.

The room certainly isn't cold.

"Look at me." he orders, you obey without a second thought, your body feels flushed with excitement— with fear, with a twisted form of lust you see mirrored in his dark gaze, as well.

Fuck. You are insane.

And he's just as insane as you.

There's something wrong with him, the king. He looks mad— but it takes one to know one, doesn't it?

And there really can't be any sane person that would be in the same place as you, her panties damp with lust— just like you.

"A pretty thing, you are," the King mutters as his fingers circle your face, tilting your head to his by forcing you by the jaw, the cold metal of his rings digging into your skin. "Shame."

Oikawa's gaze fixes on your pretty face, looks as if he's waiting for something, to see what you'll do, what you'll do when you learn that your beauty won't save you from the bloody end.

To his disappointment— you don't do anything.

"Aren't you going to beg for mercy?" His lips part in a disappointed frown, you find yourself staring maybe a bit too long at them.

"Is it going to change your mind?" Your voice sounds strained, throat scratchy; you think it's been a while since you even spoke to someone.

The king grins.

"No," Oikawa answers as amusement rings in his voice, fingers tracing your lips, spreading your drool around your face. "but it's entertaining. I like it when a pretty thing like you begs for mercy."

Mortified— not because of his words but by the whimper climbing your throat, you stare at the man with wide eyes, hoping he wouldn't notice—

He knows— you know he does, you know he can tell just how wet you are under your skirt, and he likes it.

"I'm sure you'd wanna make your king happy, wouldn't you? Come on, beg for me."

You keep your quiet as you stare at the marble, trembling with how vulnerable you feel, kneeling before the king.

"No?" He quirks a brow, still laughing at you with a mocking gaze. "Well, then, I'm letting it go this once. There is more than one way to make one beg, after all."

The king makes a hand gesture at the maids, a group of red and white watching you interact with their king with a scornful look on their faces.

One of them come forward, holding a crystal glass full of burgundy liquid, bringing it to the king's pink lips.

His last words are long forgotten as your gaze follows the glass to his mouth, swallowing air at the same time the king sips the delicious-looking wine.

It's taken you rather a long time to realize just how thirsty you are.

But for the king, it's a mere glance to you for him to tell.

"Oh?" Oikawa laughs as you quickly avert your gaze back to the floor, the black marble, bleeding red, reflecting your face to you, clean and pretty with all the pampering you got from his maids. "Or are you thirsty?"

Oikawa gets no answer from you, but the way you lick your lips at the thought of a drink is enough to make his grin widen and his pants tighten.

Oikawa tilts the crystal glass your way, his arm reaching forward, close enough to pour the liquid right into your mouth if you opened it.

You'd look so pretty with your mouth wide open, on your knees, just like that, swallowing his cum instead of this wine—

"Do you want a sip?"

Gasps run around the room as he speaks the words, the king sharing his drink with a captured human girl? The castle might as well start falling on them.

Oikawa is quick to send them a harsh gaze, silencing a room of people without a word— a gaze that was mocking and warm now cold and terrifying, and it makes you shift in your place with some sick form of excitement.

You look hesitant as you part your lips for the man, but you do, a soft gape as your eyes look up to him in silent beg. "Go on," he laughs, "I'm not that cruel."

You take his word as you raise a bit on your knees, his hand sliding on your neck and over your silk dress as you're so close to the glass; you can smell the tangy rose-

He tilts the glass tilts and tilts until you close your eyes, waiting to taste the liquid— and instead hear it spilling.

Your mouth agape, head tilted up— your eyes fly open with shock as you watch the red, crystal wine spill before your eyes— cruelly slow.

"Oh— that's very unfortunate." The man speaks from above you as you watch the wine swirl over the marble, tears of frustration burning in the back of your eyes.

You can't cry, you shouldn't cry— shouldn't show him the weakness, but you needed it so bad and—

Fortunately for you, Oikawa wouldn't let his prisoners die unless it's him ordering them to- lips tweaked into an amused smile as he forces your teary face to lookat his. "Oh— no need to cry. Did you want to drink so bad?"

"Y-yes," you speak before you

His fingers press your cheeks together, forcing eye contact as your lips pucker forward. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I?" He quirks a brow at you, the king of hearts, you think he just might be heartless. "Go on, pretty thing. Drink it."

There it is— that look you give him is what he wanted all this time, widened eyes and a gaping mouth, looking at him with fear, hopelessness, and need.

His eyes are shining with amusement as he watches you lower yourself on the ground, grinning when you look up at him one last time for mercy, but he seems to be enjoying having your face inches away from his feet. "Fuck— aren't you a pathetic little thing?"

It's so humiliating as you push your tongue out and touch it on the surface, fat tears of humiliation dampen your lashes, rolling down your cheeks as the bitter liquid tasting so fucking good—

"It's good isn't it? Are you enjoying this, stupid girl? Enjoying drinking off of my floor?"

You want to stop, you do, you feel so pathetic, so humiliated— so turned on drinking wine off the ground in front of a castle of people watching you, but it's so delicious, your body wouldn't let you stop.

"Just like a stray cat drinking spilled milk." He laughs, pushing his feet forward and nudging your head with it as you drink, hearing you moan— Oikawa wonders if it's to the wine or the situation you're in.

You look so pretty face down ass up, pretty little tongue tasting the wine, spillijg down your face, lines of wine spilling down your neck and dampening your dress— he can't help but think many other things he can do just now, how your tongue would feel around his cock instead, how your pussy would taste, how you'd look obedient and fucked dumb—

"I should make you my pet."

fuck.

"Wouldn't you want that?" He continues, "be a hole for me to fuck into, a pathetic human whore for the mighty king of hearts- isn't that fitting?"

"I'm not a whore!" You cry you try to sound as believable as possible, trying to convince yourself as well, but—

His hands touch your hair and caress it softly, chuckling when you shiver with a silent whimper. "Is that right?" The man quirks a brow at you, a cruel grin on his pretty face, leaning so close that his breath fans on your face. "Does that mean I won't find that pretty pussy wet if I checked? Are you telling me you haven't been enjoying all this like a twisted little girl?"

Words leave your already dumb, empty little brain as you gasp, watching his amusement-filled eyes with an open mouth and a heavy pressure of need in your pussy.

"Exactly what I thought— you are human, after all." Oikawa tuts, hands patting your cheek as if you're not a person but a pet like he calls you.

"My lord, if you want we can take her away—" a card man interrupts your interaction, falling silent when Oikawa frowns, tutting. "And take my only fun away? No."

"You can leave the room, though." He continues speaking to his unwanted audience. "Go fetch the madhatter and have him make a collar for my new pet."

His hands slide down from your hair, wraps around your neck, and smiles. "It should be this big." He shows his hand to the guards, and you realize that your neck is even smaller than his whole hand.

"Yes, your highness." The card man mutters as they leave the room, not looking too keen on leaving their king with a human girl, however.

"Are you done with your drink?" Oikawa smiles at you, his hand wrapped around your neck forcing your head to tilt up until you're staring at the ceiling. "What a messy eater you are."

He sounds disapproving as fingers graze your lips and around it, wiping your drool mixed with wine off of your face. "Don't you have any shame, stupid girl?"

You try to say something he can't hear, your words gurgled and whinelike from his tight grip around your neck, pulling you up until you're high on your knees, reaching almost his face.

Oikawa keeps pulling you higher and higher, until you're losing your balance on your knees and falling forward and until you're desperately opening and closing your mouth for a single breath.

You don't notice him leaning forward, his pretty face so close to your skin when he— you feel something warm and wet against your neck, starting from your chest and licking up a stripe along your skin.

You shiver.

Oikawa can feel the vibrations of your soft whimper on his lips, the way you tremble under his grip, your eyes fluttering when you see his devilish grin. "You're right," he mutters, finally letting your throat go, pulling you on his lap, "it does taste good. But I'm sure you taste better."

His cock pulses right under you, straining on the rich material of his pants, right under where he has you sitting on, and the sheer size of it is enough to send a wave of shiver down your spine.

There it is— the wide eyed look you give him, the soft gasp following it, the way you melt on his lap and finally give in.

"Please—" you plead, finally, finally give the king what he wants and beg. "Please, my King."

Dizzy with need and lust and lack of oxygen, you don't even know what you're begging for, or how you're doing it; words fall of your lips as if he's possessed you to say them.

"There is my good girl," he coos, although sarcastic, it still makes you whine loudly, a whine that turns into a hight pitched scream when he throws you off of your lap and stands up. "Took you long enough, but what else should I expect from a stupid girl like you?"

"—please," you whimper once again, gasping and sniffling as you feel his hands circling your waist, pulling your shaking body off of the ground and against his throne.

The cold metal digs into your skin as he positions your limp body as if you're a useless doll, your face against the seat, pushed by his hands sprawled between your hair and digging into your scalp, your ass up as you stand on your tiptoes.

"Look at this pretty ass," the man laughs behind you, his hand wanders over your skin, bunching your flimsy skirt around your waist and pinching your ass to make you shriek. "I love new toys for me to play with."

Before you can even register his words, a shiver runs down your body when you feel his long fingers hooking on your dainty panties, making you hold you breath and let out a soft gasp when he just barely presses over the damp spot of it.

"So wet for me already?" Oikawa grins behind you, pulling on the elastic and letting it snap back on your pussy. "Excited to be fucked by your king, little girl?"He leans forward, lips grazing the shell of your ear. "Look at you clenching like a whore."

His hand comes down harsh on your ass, the impact making you scream out the moan you were holding back, "nothing like the innocent, pretty little sister, are you?"

You gasp when he mentions Alice, your sister— you remember why you're here, it's because you were looking for her and—

"N—ah!" You mewl as the pads of his fingers pinch your clit, your eyes fluttering close as your mouth slacks open with gasps as he plays with you.

"You're thinking too much, stupid girl." Oikawa grins at you, pushing two of his fingers in your unprepared pussy and making you scream. "Good pets don't think."

You're not a pet, certainly not his, but— "Yes— yes sir!" You sob when his fingers going in and out of you enough to have tears of pleasure fill your eyes.

"There we go— a slow learner, but you still have some brain in there." He chuckles between his groans, his cock straining under his pants as his fingers fucking you, giving him the perfect view of you losing your mind on his fingers. "Drooling like a stupid doll, too, the caterpillar was right— you are fucking tight."

You clench at his words, drool coating the gold of the throne your face rests on, your hands in tight fists as you try to get a grip, your whole body shaking uncontrollably, tears of pleasure and need running down your cheeks.

"Fuck— clenching so much around my fingers— you gonna cum, pretty toy? Are you close?"

"Y-yes, yes I'm—" you barely squeak with your face against the throne, drool and tears already pooling on the metal, you pushing your body back, closer to his fingers and fuck you're gonna cum, you're gonna cum—

"No—!" You let out a blood-chilling scream when he pulls his fingers out and doesn't push them back in, your body on the edge of an orgasm shaking so much that he has to hold you from falling back on the marble. "No, no, no— please, no!"

"Shut up," your king orders you with a warning slap on your ass, "you didn't really think you could cum on my fingers, did you?"

The way your teary eyes glance at him pathetically make his cock twitch against your ass, the tip now grazing against your clenching pussy. You don't answer him, busy with trying to get over the awful feeling of a ruined orgasm, tears running down your cheeks.

"H—ah, fuck," the king groans behind you as he slides his cock only an inch in you, feeling you flutter around his cock like crazy, excited to feel the same you were a few seconds ago, before he had stopped you from coming. "Fuck, relax."

He almost moans the word, it sounds like a plea more than an order, but he's quick to remind you who's in charge with a slap on your pussy. "I told you to relax, stupid girl." He tells you when you let out a pained cry.

He's big.

Huge, really, with how hard it is for him to even push in you, making you gasp out broken screams and moans as he literally splits you open.

You're squirming under him, pain and pleasure running in every inch of your body as you drool and cry over his seat, squirming, screaming as he only has half of his cock inside of you. "Shit—" Oikawa laughs as he finally snaps his hips against yours and bottoms out. Your cry is loud and whiny, choking on the breath you inhaled as your body goes limp for a second.

"What a good pet you are," he's breathless as he pulls back and bottoms out again, making you whimper between your lips you're biting hard enough to bleed. "Taking me so well in that little pussy."

Oikawa doesn't like how you're trying to hide your cries from him, but it's nothing he can't solve with a harsh snap of his hips in you, his cock bulging against your stomach and making you scream.

With the sight of you losing your mind, Oikawa finally picks up his pace, bewildered by the sight of his cock going in and out of you, bulging on your stomach, your pussy trying to stretch and accommodate his size— your moans and cries ring in the throne room, the wet sounds the both of you make mixing with his groans.

Your body trembles over the throne you're bent over, making you push forward with each of his thrusts, your whole body spasming each time he grazes your cervix. Words leave your pretty little brain when he starts going even faster, making you feel dizzy and dumb when his hand finds your clit and starts rubbing it, meaningless words and babbles falling from your mouth as you sob and fuck— you look precious.

Even by your fucked out state, Oikawa can tell you're once again close to cumming, he knows it by the way your whole body squirms under his large one, your hands snapping against the metal of his throne pathetically, legs twitching and giving up as he presses your face harsher against the surface it lays on. "You like my cock, don't you, pretty pet? Look at you going dumber than you already fucking were— fuck!"

The king is no better, just as lost in his pleasure as you are, cock twitching like crazy in you as you keep sucking him in, squeezing around him so fucking much that he— "fuck, I'm gonna cum—"

You can only barely open your eyes to look at the man who has you bent forward like a cheap whore, your king has his head thrown back, facing the air as his chocolate brown strands of hair sticks to his beautiful face, cheeks flushed and eyes lidded, sweat dripping down his chest.

His Adam's apple moves as he gulps harshly, hands pulling you closer on his cock by your waist as he repeats hurriedly— "I'm gonna fucking cum— fuck, fuck, fuck!"

One last time, Oikawa bottoms in you, balls slapping against your wet skin, cock pushing right on your cervix as both a wave of pain and your orgasm runs through your body to rip a loud cry from your chest, your body shaking so much that you would face plant right on the marble that's now wet with your juices, if it wasn't for his tight grip on you.

Before either of you can catch your breath, there is a heavy knock on the wooden door and his card-mans' voice. "We brought what you wished for, your highness." The man speaks from the other side of the door as Oikawa's cock still rests in you, soft thrusts of his hips to fuck his cum further in you and keep you crying with overstimulation.

The door opens to a view with you on the king's lap, your back against his chest for everyone in the room to see your pretty pussy and his cock stuffing it full. None of them even flinch— despite you squirming and sobbing with humiliation. "Stop squeezing my cock so much," your king laughs against your ear, whispering mockingly, "or are you gonna cum just by their eyes on you?"

"The mad hatter offered a gift, too." The five of hearts speaks as he approaches the two of you. In his hands, a pretty leash rests, right next to a—

"A whip!" The king exclaims excitedly, a wicked grin on his beautiful face. "This is why I love the Mad Hatter so much," he sighs, fingers playing with your clit almost mindlessly, as if you're just a stress-ball. "He always knows what I want before I even know I want it. Tell me, what did he say to me having my dick in Alice's sister?"

Your eyes widen at his words, but before you can even react, something cold, hard and tight is wrapped around your neck, choking the words from your lips as it makes you panic with how little you can breathe.

The leash.

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and more.

a/n: Haikyuu x Alice in wonderland! I'm damn excited for this, I hope yall like it too (if you have character recommendations, send em in!)

Each piece is going to be NSFW. so minors do NOT interact.

more characters will be added as I go! If you want to be tagged when I post the pieces, here's the taglist.

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