#cw.roleplay

Running through the forest wasn’t your favourite thing to do. Specially not at night. Specially not when the shadows seemed to grow taller and taller by the minute and each noise could be your doom. Branches whipped at your face as you ran past. Rocks and logs seemed to appear out of thin air with the purpose of making you trip and stumble into the undergrowth.

Your chest heaved with each minute more you run. There’s no way you can pause, not even able to slow down at all. Your face burns, but the sweat covering your body makes you feel like you’re freezing. Your clothed in mere rags by now, your simple shirt and leggings haven been torn in the chase. You’re probably bleeding in several places, but you can’t tell from where. Your whole body aches. Helpless, you can’t help but slow down. Regardless of the fact that you can’t afford to do so. Regardless of the fact that he’s probably right behind you. It definitely feels like it. Maybe it’s the wind, but you feel as though his breath is right at the nape of your neck. Like his teeth could just sink into your spine any second now.

Your vision swims. Everything is too dark, too formless for you to really know where you’re going. But a large tree sticks out to you. It’s uprooted slight, base of it tilted up in such a manner that the roots form a small cover big enough to fit in. Big enough to hide in, in the dead of night. You lunge at it, crawling into it as fast as you can. Curling up, making sure you’re not sticking out anywhere.

It’s silent. Your breathing feels too loud, pulse pounding in your head. Like a drum. Like a goddamn siren, warning for danger.

A hand wraps around your ankle; you scream.

He doesn’t let you scream for long, his gloved hand covering your mouth harshly and digging into the soft skin. It’ll leave a mark, that’ll soon fade. But it hurts. Clawing at his arm doesn’t work, neither does pushing. But he groans as he watches you struggle, as he watches you writhe under him. He looks like death, military gear blending into the night and leaving only the broken, ivory mask. A stark contrast to the dark surrounding him. The hand wrapped around your face, covering your mouth looks deadly, the contrast of the skeletal hand against the rough, dark leather terrifying in it’s own right. Like the grim reaper, personally fishing out your soul from the warm nestle of your body. His other hand comes down, ripping the scraps of your shirt completely off of your body.

You can’t see his eyes, but you feel the gentle tap of his hand against your ribs. One two three. You give him three gentle taps back.

The hand turns rough, digging into the fat of your stomach. Squeezing, sure to leave bruises. On the verge of tearing your skin apart. The rough leather scratches down your side at the same time that the hand around your mouth wraps around your throat. A threat. He lets out a soft hiss, shushing you. You sob. His hands are rough. Pinching, twisting. And then- they let go. His hands let go of your body, and he moves backwards. Disappearing out of the tree’s opening. Your breath catches in your throat, eyes wide. His gloved hand shoots towards you, grabbing you by the ankle.

He drags you out of your little haven, unflinching at your screaming and kicking. Until you hit his mask. It cracks down the middle and you both freeze. Time ticks by. Or perhaps it freezes. You can’t even see his reaction. Both hands clamp down on your legs, pulling you even closer. Rendering you useless. Because you both know, that no matter how hard you fight. He’s a trained professional, and you’re just the nice person who gives him coffee. He straddles your midsection, pressing his full weight down on top of you. It makes you grunt, tears building up on your waterline.

“Shh, pretty thing,” he murmurs, “let me just take what I need.”

His accent had been attractive, before this. Voice rough, and deep in a way you hadn’t heard before. But now, it sounds like a predator’s. Even as he whispers. Even as he fakes softness.

“You looked so pretty, I just had to have you. You’ll let me, won’t you?” His gloves grope at your chest. Pinching harshly at your nipples and pulling when you cry out. “So loud, don’t make me gag you.”

You bite your lip, tears slipping down the side of your face to your hairline. You can’t help the soft whimpers that he pulls out of you, with each harsh squeeze. He curses. Hands scrambling at his belt, rushing to pull down his zipper and undo the buttons. Pushing down the fabric of his pants below his thighs, past his knees and round his ankles. He flings them off. His cunt is wet, must’ve soaked through both pairs of clothes. It smears down your midsection, coating your skin in his precum. It clings, specially as he drags his cunt up your torso and towards your chest. His groans are louder now, nearly overshadowing your own whimpering and muffled cries. His cock twitches under it’s hood, deep red from how hard it is at the sight of you. He rumbles.

“You’ll be good for me, won’t you?” He squeezes your chest together with both hands. “You’ll make me feel good.”

"Ple-please,” you sob.

He grinds hard against the middle of your chest. The way he’d squeezed your chest together allowed him to have a small space for him to sink into. You could feel as each push into it smeared more and more slick against your skin. How his cock pulsed and his cunt squeezed around nothing. You grabbed at his arms again, clawing at the skin under the tac clothes. It didn’t deter him at all, instead making him moan unabashedly into your ear as he slumped forward. His thrusts became harsher. Shaking your hand away, he moves his own hand down towards his cunt. Sinking two fingers down to the knuckle in one simple motion. It shakes him, and makes you drool at the sight. It isn’t long until he lets out a hoarse cry, soaking your skin further as his cum coats your torso and chest. He smears it deeper into your skin.

You grin, wide and open mouthed. Grabbing his hips shakily. He laughs. It’s your turn.

ROLEPLAY

Sanzu Haruchiyo wished he had his phone with him right now to record the glorious view in front of him. How could he easily forget that tonight you were gonna treat him to a little show? Of course, he wasn’t gonna stop you from bouncing on his thick cock, tits pressed against his face, rubbing his cheeks, to grab his gadget sitting by his pants discarded to the floor along with the plastic stethoscope you had as a prop. Playing as a sexy doctor threw him off when he entered the bedroom, bones exhausted from executing traitors of Bonten quickly amended themselves at the sight of you—black lace lingerie and stockings underneath the white coat. Coaxing him to come closer so you could administer a quick check-up that ended up with you sucking on his dick. Ruby red lips parting on his red tip, slowly inching your way down and feel him throb around your mouth.

It was truly a scene straight out of an erotic video and one Haruchiyo would completely rewatch if only he had the initiative to film this. Yet, even if he could, his azure pupils would be far too busy drinking up your form quivering above him, whimpering while questioning your supposed patient for the night about his well-being. Hands busy cupping your breasts free from the bra, squeezing and pinching the perk nipples. Only the lab coat was left on you.

“I-Is the treatment working, Mr. Sanzu? Ah, I pride myself in knowing what m-my patient needs, you see.”

“Doc, I think my dick still needs more of a squeezin’. I’ll probably feel a lot better if you let me cum inside your pretty pussy.”

CUCKOLDING

Screaming into the soft pillow soiled with your mascara, tears and drool, the huge cock drilling into your fluttering damp hole was too much to take. This was your sixth orgasm pulled from you, and you swore you couldn't even remember your own name. Rindou was far bigger, meatier, than your boyfriend. Bullying its way into your tight walls that was housing his throbbing shaft. Mind hazy at the absolute bliss, you almost failed to recall that Haruchiyo was in the same room, watching from the couch to see if Rindou was as good as the rumors set him out to be. And really, he wanted to see too if the younger Haitani could please your greedy pussy that was always aching to be wrapped around your boyfriend's cock.

“Shit, this cunt won't stop clenchin’ around me.” Rindou groaned, setting on a new pace that had you whimpering, fisting the sheet around you as if to hold onto yourself unless you get lost in the euphoric high Rindou’s cock was gracious to give. “She's like a cheap whore! Where did ‘ya find such a good pussy, huh?”

“A great magician never tell his tricks, Haitani. And even if I do tell you, my girl’s pussy is one of a kind.” Hand rubbing his leaking tip, Haruchiyo then sneered at Rindou. “So, I suggest you keep fucking her ‘til she's dumb ‘cause this will be the first and last time you ever will. Just remember, don’t cum inside her.”

SOUND KINK

The gun clicking loudly against his ear was close to nonexistent. The tip still drenched with your spit, having been lodged into your mouth seconds ago while you were kneeling on the floor. Glossy eyes silently begging for him to fuck you or at least use your throat like one of his pocket pussies. Haruchiyo would have to admit though, that no matter how many bullets he placed into people’s skulls and how addicting it was to listen to them scream, his hearing skills have never failed to pick up the slightest whine that escapes your lips when he rubbed your clothed clit with his shoe. The sound shot up his spine and to his nerves, creating a tingling sensation that had his cock twitching under his pants.

The buzzing of the pink egg-shaped vibrator pulled his gaze from your teary eyes, down at your panties soaked with your arousal. The toy he placed inside your pussy hard at work. According to him, you had to be a quiet beauty for you to be able to cum. Yet, Haruchiyo was making it hard for you to stay silent. Hard enough that you were close to calling it quits and just mewl aloud, letting the other members of Bonten know in the room next door that you just came on your underwear.

“Be a good slut and stay quiet, okay? You don’t wanna anger Mikey, do ‘ya? Don't wanna let them hear you cry out like a bitch in heat, yeah?”

CONSENSUAL NONCONSENT

Mourning at your Versace dress now resembling shredded paper by the fax machine, you sobbed into the mahogany desk that was damp with your tears as Haruchiyo ripped your panties off like it was band-aid. At the sight of your plush ass revealed to him like a gift for Christmas, a yelp escaped your lips when he spanked it, jiggling at the action. And soon, Haruchiyo entered your pussy without warning, moaning into the air unashamedly as his cock splits your folds in half. It stung a little, eliciting another sob from your lips that Haruchiyo was quick to scold you for by thrusting into you abruptly.

“Shut it, bitch. Cocksleeves are not supposed to be cowards especially towards cock!” He hissed, resuming his hips pistoning against yours. Papers were scattered around the floor and the desk underneath you was creaking like a squeaky floorboard while Bonten’s number two rammed his cock into your tight warm walls, cumming after a few seconds yet never ceased his onslaught. A whine bubbled out of your throat at the thick milky semen mixed with your slick running down your thighs and onto the floor, some staining your boyfriend’s paperwork. But Haruchiyo didn’t care.

Tonight, he'd rather paint your gummy walls purely white again and again than to do sign those papers. Would rather fuck you stupid, creaming around him, and have you slightly regretting that you offered him the chance to than to finish his work.