#coercion

On a fine day, you got approached by him. He was expecting you to be nervous and stuttering. That's how they usually are around him. But all he got was quick and dismissive responses, as if you wanted to be anywhere but in his presence. You walked away before he could open his mouth again, and he felt his anger and something akin to heat and want rise in the deepest part of him.

Since then, like the immature trust fund baby he is, he made your uni life miserable. Shoving you down in hallways, tearing your books, smashing your laptop, vandalizing your dorm. Classic bully stuff.  

But the thing is...you never reacted at all. At least not like he wanted you to react. He wanted to see your cute face twist up in years while tears dripped down your face. He wanted to see your chest racking up with sobs and your lips twist in a cute pout as you beg him to stop-

But all he got was uninterested stares and a shake of your head. And he swears he saw your lips and nose slightly scrunch in disgust. He didn't understand. You had no friends to cry to. Your roommates and classmates avoided you. Sukuna knew his reputation was not spotless. He was scary and mean. People avoided eye contact in fear of riling him up. You were just a wee thing. You were at least a foot shorter than him, but it felt like he was being looked down upon. By you, of all people

And that was it. That was the last straw for him.

If he can't pull the reaction he wanted, he'll force it out.

Panties shoved in your mouth are drenched from your drool. Head was pressed into the mattress, you tears soaking the sheets beneath you. Both of your hands were gathered on your lower back and tied harshly with your shirt.

His hands grip your hips tightly, enough to leave bruises. Your knees were hovering slightly above the mattress, tits pressed in rhe mattress, his hands holding you up as he used your body like his personal fleshlight. He believed it actually. Your muffled groans and moans were like music to his ears. His cock felt so good, and he was hitting all the right spots in you, it made you feel disgusted at how hood it felt

Your ass hurts, sore from the power behind his thrusts. The wet sounds loud, plap plap plap echoing in the room. Your warm walls clenched around him making him hiss. Your throat ached from how much you've been sobbing and crying and begging him to stop. He tutted at your noises and then shoved your panties to shut you up.

"Can't run your smart mouth anymore now huh?" Sukuna hissed in your ears, his voice raspy. He sounded satisfied. In fact, he felt like he was above cloud nine. The high and mighty good girl on her knees as he rapes her tight virgin cunnie, he was ecstatic. Sukuna wasn't suprised at the fact that you're a virgin, were a virgin, after all it was hard imagining a man fucking you with your 'better than thou' attitude.

He grabbed your bound hands and pulled you into his chest. His hands grabbed your face to make you look at him. But as stubborn as you were, you twisted your head away from him, refusing to look at him

Sukuna paused, disbelief etched in his face. You were completely fucked out, eyes glossed over from pleasure, limbs losing all strength from how long you've both been at this but you still had the guts to ignore him and defy him.

"What a fucking brat. Don't wanna look at me when I'm ruining this cunt??" He scoffed at you.

He pulled out and dropped you back on the bed. You plopped face down. Your arms, which are still bound, were grabbed harshly by him as he dragged you off the bed not caring if you stumbled.

"This will fucking teach you"

Your eyes widen when he made way to the full length mirror in your room that you used for fit checks and made you stand in front of it. You turn your head away, again, to avoid looking at what he made of you.

"Don't look away," Your face was harshly gripped, as he forced you to look the mirror infront of you.

"Watch how i rape you, yeah?"

He chuckled like he cracked a joke. You look in the mirror and at yourself, and finally at your body. It was covered in bruises and bite marks. What an animal.  

Not an inch was spared by his sharp teeth. Your eyes trail up from your stomach to your chest, where it was the worst and at your tear stained face with mascara dripping down your cheeks and finally behind you at Sukuna's smug face in the mirror.

His shoulders were engulfing yours as his former dwarfed yours. He saw your broken expression and finally, finally felt like he had won. "There's that face i wanted to see..." He grunted out "that face of utter despair.."

He wrapped one of his beefy arm around you in a head lock and the other around your waist, completely trapping you.

Your senses were overwhelmed by him. All you can touch feel see and hear was him.

He positioned his honeyed tip at your entrance and quipped in your ear, his voice low and dangerous "Keep those eyes on me, or I'll make sure you never open them ever again" he pushed all of his thick inches inside you making you wince.

No matter how long you've guys been at it, you never got used to his size. He's just so big everywhere it's hard to miss him. Your breath got caught in your throat and you struggled to breath.

"Ngh..f-fuck" he moaned in your ear as he bottomed out inside you. Unbeknownst to you, sukuna was going crazy inside. The way you clenched around him, the way your pussy was wrapped so deliciously around him, was maddening. Immediately, his thrusts began and like every about him, he showed no mercy. He was going fast, if not faster than before. Your pussy gushed liquid down your legs and on the rug beneath you. He chuckled at the sight, "See how your body betrays you?? Not even your cunt is on your side" he growled in your ear taunting you. "Why aren't you acting hauty now huh? Cat got your tongue??" He mocked and mocked

And you truly felt helpless. Not when sukuna bullied you, not when he shoved you around not when him and his entourage cornered you. But right now, as he slams his cock inside you, forcing orgasms after orgasms, is when you truly feel helpless. Fighting against him was useless, you realised. You wish you never crossed paths with him.

His tip kissed your ruined cervix, pain and pleasure dancing on a thin line.

His strokes were long and strong, and the power behind his thrusts would've knocked you off your feet if he wasn't holding you. You scream behind the gag as he bit your shoulder, drawing some blood out. Now wanting to hear your screams of pleasure and pain, he yanked the gag out from you mouth, your jaw muscles sore and achy.

"S-sukuna.... please don't do this to me..." You sob out, hoping he'd show a sliver of mercy, but the hope shattered when he chuckled in your face. His hips were still drilling inside you as he spat out venom "go ahead..keep cryin..ngh..makes me harder. Look at you, begging you rapists to stop".

Sukuna revelled in your pleas. It sounded so sweet to his ear.

"Look at your cunt..hear how she's sucking me in?? Yea she likes it...." Your face burned at the squelching noises your pussy made. Even more sobs escape your lips as you slump in his hold in defeat.

Unwanted pleasured coiled in your guts as he pounded inside you. His cock deliciously dragged against your wet walls, pressing and grinding against that spongy spot. Your eyes roll back at the sensation, and you instinctively clenched around him.  

"S-sukuna..suku..." your moans were the only thing you could utter out, completely fucked out of your brains. Your eyelids were droopy as pleasure clouds your eyes and brain.

"Cry all you want, I'm gonna pound this slutty hole until it remembers my cock"

You hole grips his dick in a vice and the familiar sensation of a forced orgasm claws at you again. Hands thrashed around in your bounds and your legs trembled, unable to hold yourself up. Sukuna noticed your your impending orgasm. "Gonna cum on your rapist's cock?? Hm?" You think you disassociated. You don't know how long it has been. Minutes? Hours? of him thoroughly ruining you.

You try to close your legs, but he kicked them apart.

"Be still and take it" his voice is stern. The hand on your face keeps you still and you were to forced to watch yourself cum on his cock. Once, twice and on the third thrust, you came. Hard. Your body hauled forward and you cried out but he pulled you back making you watch.

'Didn't you beg me to stop?? And now you're cumming on my cock.." he tuts at you

His voice was strained as his thrust grew erratic. You were writhing, legs feeling like jelly. Arms sore from being tied up. Walls screamed in pain and overstimulation.

You felt.. ashamed. Hopeless. Terrified

"I'm gonna cum in this sweet pussy...and you're gonna take it" he chuckled menacingly

"No!! Please no!! D-don't do it in please!!"

He ignored your protest "Beg me all you want... I'm breeding this cunt"

He says as his hips still inside your, balls deep. He let out a guttural groan, spilling his heavy load deep inside your womb, tip kissing your cervix. You can feel your pussy being filled up, belly swelling from the sheer amount of cum lodged inside you.

Something warm and thick drips down your thighs. He stayed there, making sure you take it all, never once letting you go from his grasp. If you weren't wallowing in your own helplessness, you'd notice the way his eyes gleamed like a maniac. You cunt clenching around him was simply euphoria. He finally felt like he won.

Finally, he was rooted in a place in your mind where you can't forget him. He left his mark on you which you can't get rid off your entire life, he'd make sure if his. As he look in the mirror infront of you, at your teary and defeated face, he felt his obsession grow. He can feel the the ugly creature inside him snarling his teeth and now, he won't let go. He has no intentions to.

"That was.... amazing." He said in between catching his breath. "You'll be my cheap whore yea?? At my back and call and everything" he chuckled and let go of you. You slump down on the floor, having no energy to do...anything really. Little did you know, he wasn't joking. At all.

He crouched down at your level and yanked your head back by your hair.

"Now everytime you look in the mirror.. you'll remember how i ruined this cunt"

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Joseph never takes a loss well, he often gets drunk after losing a match, wallowing with glass after glass of his favorite wine. As if the humiliation of losing wasn't bad enough, he breaks free from a drunken haze to find you inches from his face… worrying about him like he's some soaking wet cat left out in the rain. Your pity irks him and he attempts to swat you away. You linger for a bit, and your hovering makes him snap at you, startling you, so the next time he tells you to go away… you do. You hesitate for a moment, before turning to walk off. Instantly Joseph regrets it, his expression shifting, a sick feeling in his gut. How dare you? Just… just walk away from him? So you really were just pretending to care? You can't leave- Suddenly he is standing, too tight grip on your wrist, backing you against a wall. He reeks of wine, expression angered, cutting your meager apologies off with his mouth on yours. He moans against your lips when you struggle fearfully, his free hand wrapping around your throat, a threat. He's passionate, but oh so possessive. 

Xie thinks survivors are pathetic in a cute way, Fan thinks they are pathetic in an amusing way. You may try to hide from their advances, one hunter is scary enough. But two? When you hear them return you find yourself cowering away, but they'll always find you. It bemuses Xie, he finds it adorable, cooing at you when he catches you tucked away somewhere dark you think they wouldn't think to check. Fan knows better, recognizes your genuine fear for them and relishes in it. Being kissed by them is overwhelming, both in their own ways. Fan is too domineering, gripping your cheeks and claiming you with his mouth, leaving you breathless and squirming. Xie likes to take his time with you, get you flustered, he enjoys how hot your skin gets when you get embarrassed from him gently coercing your mouth open, slipping his tongue inside as you pant and shiver. It's dehumanizing how they treat you, but you can never seem to escape them nor their condescending treatment.  

While Philippe is a romantic at heart, he's also a delusional man and his attachment is suffocating, leaving him prone to jealousy. He tries so hard to be patient and understanding, having to watch you interact with other men, but you're being naive. He sits and watches as people “take advantage” of you, of your kindness… he'll show you how dangerous men can be, and he'll show you he's the only one who can protect you. His kisses drown you, he practically consumes you, keeping your body pressed firmly against his with one hand splayed across your lower back, the other holding your face. He doesn't want to hurt you, but he has to hold you tighter when you try to squirm away, tight enough to bruise, to mark you. He doesn't let you pull away, not even when you feel lightheaded. You should need him more than you need air.

You're always polite with Alva, but never seem to pick up on his attempts at courting you… he's been trying to express his interest to you, yet you seem to remain oblivious, always straying away from his advances, finding opportunities to escape him. He needs to show you he's serious about pursuing you romantically… maybe you're just confused, he isn't being forward enough. So, he lurks, watching and waiting for a perfect moment, before cornering you while you're alone. Everyone else had either made it out or been sent back to the manor via rocket chair, and you were struggling for dungeon with Alva in close pursuit. It was just in reach when your body seized with an electric current, stunning you in place. He circled in front of you, the stun was over but you were still frozen in place, staring at him wide eyed, such a darling expression on you. His thoughts wandered back to seeing that cowboy flirting with you at the cipher as you both decoded and his eyes narrowed. He leaned in, hesitating a moment when you recoiled, before steeling himself and showing you how serious he was. His kiss is practiced and passionate, but not over the top… It's almost a threat in itself, him telling you he wouldn't let you escape again.