#forcefulkitten

Your battered figure showcased the countless futile acts of rebellion against Sukuna. Bruises and scabs both new and old. Several fractured bones in different healing stages. You were a mere mangled skeleton, hanging onto life while he continuously pushed you to the brink of death. Recovery would require ample rest, a nutritionally balanced diet and free time; three luxuries of which you received the bare minimum.

Sukuna watched as you limped back to his throne. You disrobed before heading up the steps of his shrine, one of many humiliating rules you had to follow when around him. Holding the chalice out for him to grab, your other arm covered your breast from his sight.

“Here.”

He signaled for you to step closer, looking over every battered inch of your body.

“I’ll reiterate the orders you’re already aware of. Abide by keeping yourself completely uncovered in my presence.”

A calloused hand reached out to uncover you and you flinched backwards, opting to uncover your chest and avoid his touch. Utter dread and disgust flowed through you at the hum of approval he made. Much to his annoyance, you shoved the chalice closer for him to grab, triggering him to think you were testing him at this point.

Sukuna’s lower arms wrapped around your thighs and pulled you between his legs. A third hand rested on the small of your back and his last free hand grabbed the drink from you. He pushed for a reaction as he poured the frigid water over you, tossing the chalice aside afterwards. The metal clanked against the mountain of bones as it fell down. Liquid dripped down your collarbone, then between the valley of your breasts before he lapped it up. The entire time, ruby eyes never abandoned your disturbed glare, arms keeping you firmly in place. You stood frozen in complete shock being that he never showed sexual interest in you prior. He licked a drop of liquid from the curve of your breast until his mouth met your nipple, sucking harshly, not releasing when you grabbed a fistful of his hair and attempted to yank him away from you. Pulling tufts of his hair only made him growl against your skin, the powerful vibrations giving you goosebumps.

“Quit it, asshole! You’re fucking disgusting.”

Sukuna ignored your angry pleas, shushing you with firm nips against your breast, two of his hands palmed your ass and gave it a firm squeeze, his nails digging into your skin. A hand wrapped around your throat, forcing you to stare at him furiously as he forced a hand between your thighs. You began punching him with clenched fists for a moment, soon halting as the nips against your breast turned to warning bites.

His calloused fingers entered you forcefully, the grip against your throat tightening. With no slick to minimize the sting it felt like his long nails were scratching your walls. Your breathing was irregular. Eyes blinked tears away. Humiliated was truly an understatement. He curled his fingers inside you, his tongue taking turns licking and sucking each breast. At this moment you preferred for him to strike you, all you could think of was how much better it would’ve felt instead of him having his way with you. Your own body betrayed you when he spanked your cheeks again, cunt becoming slick, finally aiding him in pumping his fingers inside you. He laughed cynically, considering this a win.

“Well, that’s enough fun for one day.”

Sukuna’s arms withdrew from you completely and you fumbled backwards before gaining balance. His latest way of screwing with you left you bewildered.

“Fun?”

“It was fun for me. You’ve finally served a real purpose around here. I’ve been far too easy with you.”

“You consider this… easy?!” You shouted, gesturing to your battered condition.

He got up and stood in front of you, moving a stray hair from your face with a manipulative gentleness that caused you to feel nauseous.

“Compared to what’s coming, yes.”

Prior, the cruel beatings he gave you seemed to quell his sadistic nature. You considered yourself lucky for making it so long without being sexually tainted by his conniving hands. It was only a matter of time before that wouldn’t suffice anymore, considering he’s a heedless man, having desires that only benefitted himself.

Later that evening, you laid on the concrete beside Sukuna’s bed, head rested on a dingy pillow while you were wrapped in a thin bloodied sheet Sukuna tossed at you one night to use as a tourniquet. He laid back with his legs sprawled out, 2 arms crossed behind his head while the other two held the book he was reading. A blanket covered his groin area since he often slept unclothed. You never understood the unexplained mouth on his stomach, but it did match the oddity of the plank on half his face. His bed was overly dressed in bedding— plush blankets and an obnoxious amount of pillows; insane for a man who barely washed the blood off from his victims. You can count on one hand the times you were able to grant yourself a nap on his bed while he was out during the day. Those short lived slumbers were never enough to compensate for your overall lack of sleep, but they were still worth every minute.

You hated the pity mindset but one question always lingered. ‘Why me?’ Sukuna quite literally, in his horrific nature, had a fan-club of servants who doted over him. They’d jump at the chance to be one of his toys even considering he’d destroyed everything that mattered to them. Who knew whether it was the desire for a change in routine, Stockholm syndrome, or the need to be validated in some twisted way. Whatever the reason, you’d happily trade places with them. They had liberties you couldn’t get your hands on, as simple as raggedy blankets and bedsheets they’d found on an inventory run, or the opportunity to cook their own meals and not be watched over while they enjoyed. Sukuna could have eyes everywhere if he wanted but there was no need. In a way, he destroyed their world and rebuilt it all at once. Their price to pay was far less than yours.

When the silence of the night was replaced by Sukuna’s throaty breathing— a sign that he fell into slumber; that was your cue to crawl over and rest your head against his mattress. It was easier to deal with neck strain the following day than sleep with that poor excuse of a pillow you felt the concrete floor through. You shifted to your comfort, determined to get some rest and move back to your space before he woke up.

Atleast, that was the plan.

Sukuna normally slept like the dead. Was it the sigh of relief you briefly let out before shutting your eyes? Had you accidentally made too much movement? He sat upright and glanced over at you. There was an uncanny aura that didn’t sit right with you. You barely had a moment to shuffle away.

“What is it you’re doing?”

A lump of fear settled in your throat. Instead of talking through it, you just stared blankly at him. You realized this was the stupidest time to have been caught. After he pushed your boundaries earlier, you didn’t know what to expect.

The corners of his mouth turned upwards forming a sinister grin, his head tilting slightly. Sukuna leaned in closer, going as far as motioning with his hands for you to get up. You hesitated, the disgust of earlier setting in.

“Absolutely not.”

Sukuna cupped your jaw in his hand, painfully squeezing your cheeks.

“In case that wasn’t clear, I wasn’t asking for permission.”

You tried to fight back the tears that flooded your tear ducts, recalling the way he violated you earlier.

“NO! No, no, no no. Leave me the hell alone. I’ll go back on the floor, I only rested my head for a moment. Fuck this.”

The response wasn’t like your normal self. You panicked, over-explained, let that tough guard down and basically begged. He soaked it all in, realizing the physical aspect of humiliating you was your breaking point. Had he known this all along, he would’ve pushed you this far long ago.

He released his grip from your face and watched you expectantly. There wasn’t a justifiable reason for Sukuna to accommodate you.

“You’ve got two seconds to decide whether I break several bones before having my way with you.”

You were one knee onto the bed before he stopped you, pointing at the sheet still wrapped around your body.

“Nuh uh. You know better than to bring that dirty rag with you.”

The order of being nude in his presence was firm, the only time you were clothed was when leaving his shrine to fetch food or drinks, or on the rare occasion he brought you outside. You let go of the sheet and glanced between your spot on the floor and his bed. Sighing when you felt the fabric drape onto your feet, you climbed under the covers, keeping distance between you two.

Sukuna’s bed was plush, comfortable, and warm. It molded to your form, melting away the tension in your body. The feeling of comfort was distant but familiar— similar to hugs from your family and the recipes your mom only made during holidays. You were so foolishly desperate that you categorized this as nearly the same, turning to lay on your side to hide the softening in your features when you reminisced.

You waited… and waited patiently some more, hoping to hear Sukuna’s breathing turn ragged. There was no point in rolling over to confirm he was still awake, you followed the same routine nightly and knew when he’d fallen into a slumber. It was clear he wanted to initiate when you least expected it and although you were anxious and feeling uneasy, the pure exhaustion outweighed that.

Unaware of how much time passed, Sukuna’s heavy weight shifted quickly, waking you up as your body sunk deeper into the mattress. His arms wrapped around and pulled you flush to him, propping your lower back to flush against the disgusting mouth on his stomach. In that moment the defeat from earlier washed away. You felt repulsed again, the small nap reigniting the fight in you.

You did everything you could to fend him off while in his hold— kicking your heels into his shins, biting his forearm until he bled, even somehow managing to land an uppercut to his face after elbowing him in the ribs. Pretty impressive considering he laid behind you. These efforts barely phased him but he did opt to let you go, watching deviously as you skittered across the room, clearly out of breath already. Your eyes frantically scanned the room for anything to use against him but there wasn’t anything that would’ve assisted you in the slightest.

Sukuna scooted out the bed and to your dismay, you realized much like the rest of his body— he had additional parts, two dicks. The trepidation across your face that was to blame for why he was so hard. Clearly you had gotten too comfortable with the beatings and humiliation that you previously anticipated all his moves and prepared yourself for the worst. Today was different. His pent up energy couldn’t be ignored, he planned to fuck you until your fighting spirit was completely pulverized. Until he loathed how you’d writhe under him.

Your mind just raced in the moments leading up to him standing before you. It got worse as each day passed here. Everyday more daunting than the previous one. The devil himself wouldn’t even grant you something as simple as death, the very thing he handed out so easily.

Sukuna towered over you and his size alone was alarming. Long nails dug into your cheeks when he grabbed your chin in a cupping position, holding your mouth open. Your attempts to jerk away from his grasp only caused him to tighten his grip, causing unbearable pain against your jaw. Two fingers slipped into your mouth, coating themselves in saliva. They tasted awful, like metallic, making you gag when he pulled them out. He used your saliva to coat both the tip of his cocks in slick before coming closer— two heads poking against your abdomen.

The last thing you remembered was the grunt he made after you kneed him in the groin. It must’ve hurt even the slightest because he backed away for a moment before punching you right in the temple.

If the ringing in your head wasn’t a clear confirmation that you were knocked out, the new position definitely was. Your face grazed against the cold concrete floor with every one of Sukuna’s thrusts from behind. There were too many sensations going on and none of them were enjoyable.

The sting against your ass as he smacked it, the burning stretch in both your holes, your knees scraping against the ground. He was enjoying every moment, the noises eliciting from him almost similar to the excitement expressed when he wreaked havoc on lives. The raggedy sheet and thin pillow you used were close by. You found yourself reaching for them as your tears dripped onto the ground, alerting him that you were awake.

Sukuna pulled out and pushed your body flat against the floor. The ache between your legs was barely more comfortable than a few moments ago. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you to the side, flipping you onto your back and pushing your knees to your shoulders. There was a sick look in his eyes that you tried to avoid, focused instead on arching your back away from the discomfort of the cold concrete that felt paralyzing.

He lined himself up with both your holes before leaning in, pushing swiftly when you tried to inch away. The way your body practically invited him back in made you wonder how much time had passed while you were knocked out before. Either he had repeatedly snuffed you out whenever you came to and had been fucking you for a while now, or he stretched your holes rough enough to accommodate him so easily. Whatever the case, you wished he was done soon. Having four arms meant he was able to firmly hold you down while continuing to please himself even if you tried to fend him off.

The need to break you kept him hard, kept him cumming inside you, across your body, time and time again, switching positions all throughout the ordeal while you gritted your teeth and took it. It wasn’t that you weren’t defeated, because you clearly were. However, Sukuna wasn’t satisfied yet because you hadn’t succumbed to behaving like a sheep. You weren’t crying in pain under him, or pleading for your life. What was the use? He wasn’t going to grant you anything and you’d like to keep the last shred of dignity you owned. This wasn’t something he came across often.

Sukuna now stood behind you, your breast pressed against the wall while he plowed into you from behind. Your knees buckled ever so often, heavy breathing also a sign you were worn out. The firm grip he had on you didn’t allow you to fall to the ground. Any pain you felt in your holes were now subdued, a great deal of slick contributed only by his cum. A sharp tug of your hair forced you to look at him from your peripheral. Sukuna tutted his teeth.

“I haven’t had this much fun in a while.”

You spit on the ground. “Fuck you, Sukuna.”

Emergency services were dialed on your phone, ready to call at any moment. The smartest thing to do would be calling for help instantly but fear clouded rational decision making. You were careful while tip-toeing down the steps, poking your head out when you reached the bottom. Mittens was seated on the lap of a burly man dressed in a white tank top with what appeared to be bearskin lined shorts and boots.

“You’re real brave demandin’ pets from me,” the intruder taunted. His voice was husky, comparable to his appearance. 

Surely this was a dream. You hoped you weren’t witnessing a stranger caressing Mittens while sitting on your couch. Blinking twice did nothing to change the scenario playing in front of your eyes. You counted to three before revealing yourself. 1… 2.. 3.

The grizzly man didn’t even flinch when he noticed you standing a few feet away from him. Your body was trembling, one hand gripping your phone tight with a finger hovering over the call button to alert the authorities.

“Hey! You need to leave my house now. I— I’m calling the police,” you shuddered, stumbling over your words in a small panicky voice.

He stood to his full height, a crazed smile blooming on his face that showcased large, pearly white teeth. You subconsciously stepped backwards as he walked towards you until you hit the wall. He reached for your cell phone, snatching it out of your hold with minimal effort.

“Quit complaining or I’ll shut you up permanently. Act like that little guy over there,” he expressed in a dry tone, pointing at Mittens who was licking his paw, completely unbothered. The giant man then snapped your phone in half between his thumb and index finger before dropping the pieces.

You didn’t know what was worse— him breaking into your home or the smug demeanor he displayed knowing you were no match for him. You felt paralyzed, every hair on your body standing tall in fear. With your mind racing a million miles per minute, your ears cancelled the voices of the news anchor in the background until the same message from earlier replayed.

‘Authorities suspect the burglary that left numerous people dead was done by none other than the Phantom Troupe. If you see any of the individuals pictured here, please alert the crime hotline immediately.’

The television displayed the face of the man standing in front of you. You crouched down, arms wrapped around your knees as you stared wide eyed at the floor. 

The man generously granted you a few seconds before dragging you across the floor by your wrist towards the sofa, springs creaking when his full weight shifted onto it. He tugged your wrist upwards, instructing you to sit on his lap by patting his thigh with his opposite hand.

“Easy now, there’s no use in fighting,” he taunted with a raised brow. 

The feeling of utter defeat washed over you as you sat on his oversized lap, facing him with your legs wrapped around his waist. He was a gruff guy but definitely not an eyesore.

“Name’s Uvogin. What about you, little lady?”

Calloused finger pads traced circles in your back while he waited patiently for your response. He sighed, accepting you weren’t going to answer, “Whatever. You’ll tell me eventually.” 

The wall clock read 3:48 A.M.

An entire hour and a half had passed since you were woken up. Even though the man, now known as Uvogin, was warm and encompassing, that didn’t allow you to melt into his hold immediately. You simply existed, taking up room on his lap next to Mittens who was sleeping on his shoulder. Thankfully, it seemed there was no rush from him to make you speak or return unwilling affection. He scrolled through the television channels, settling on a late night sitcom that made him stifle his laughter to prevent Mittens from waking up. How cute, an intruder being considerate of your overly trusting cat. 

The discomfort and fear eventually took a backseat, letting fatigue consume you. Maybe it was Uvogin’s ragged breathing as he was in and out of a nap, or how he smirked at you with low lidded eyes. You were unsure of what made you think it was okay to lean your head against his free shoulder. Both Uvogin and Mittens were resting so you figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea to do the same.

A rocking motion stirred you out your sleep, the feeling of something thick grinding against your clothed cunt languidly. You barely opened your eyes when you registered exactly what was happening. Uvogin’s hands were gripping your ass, rocking your hips against his shaft. He groaned in approval and although he wasn’t buried inside of you, the friction was enough to work him up. Based on the slick, warm feeling of wet fabric clinging to your folds— you’d definitely soaked through your panties. Every ridge of his cock teased your clit precisely enough that it was clear he had released himself from his pants during some point of your slumber. The body has two reactions when you’re in the presence of something terrifying. Fight or flight. You’d come to the realization that breaking out of this man’s hold would be impossible without a fight but still, your attacks would be powerless in comparison so that wasn’t really an option either.

You stirred gently in his grasp to indicate that you had woken up. Without hesitation Uvogin leaned in for a kiss, his lips instantly overtaking yours. Less than a minute after, his tongue pried it’s way into your mouth and yours became sore from trying to keep up with his strong, overpowering pace. After a few minutes, Uvogin thought you were separating from the kiss for air. It made sense in his mind so he was completely taken off guard when you leaned your head backwards and head-butted him in his mouth. He was left with bloodied lips and much to your dismay, his grip on you didn’t let up in the slightest. The man smiled wickedly, showcasing blood-stained teeth.

“A fighter huh? Just my type!”

Uvogin turned the television off before kicking off his boots and heading upstairs with you settled around his waist, your hands clawing at his chest and occasionally slapping him across the face. Once in your bedroom, he tossed you onto your bed and proceeded to close the window, every step he took shaking the foundation of your house. The nearest object to you was a candle on your nightstand. You threw it, aiming for his head but he caught it mid air, setting it beside the windowsill. He began completely ridding himself of his pants, revealing his entire length that was colossal in size. You weren’t an idiot, it was clear where things were headed when the bed shifted underneath his weight.

“That little stunt you pulled will cost you. It’s still going to hurt anyway, that’s how it is with a guy like me.”

The night moon casted a shadow that made him resemble a monster; his teeth shining as he loomed over you. He was grinning from ear to ear like a predator who finally captured their prey. You were reminded again that up close, the man wasn’t as uneasy to look at… aside from the busted lip, courtesy of you. Hazel eyes. Pointed nose. Chiseled jaw. It was a shame you only met him through these circumstances.

The obvious comprehension you were outmatched in all sense of the word coaxed you to lift your hips as he peeled your panties off, tossing them aside afterwards.

“Deep breath, alright?”

He waited patiently for you to inhale deeply before pushing a single finger inside your cunt. The stretch was far more than you’d felt by your own fingers and even those of other partners. Bunching the sheets up into your fists, you tried ignoring the sting between your legs while he worked you open but your whines slipped out into the once tensely quiet room.

Uvogin attentively watched you for any sign of excruciating pain, knowing he had to take things slowly with you because of his size. However, having a woman panting heavily while clenching around him really tested the little patience he had. By the time he added a second finger inside, circular white flashes of arousal shrouded your vision. You arched your back because of the pleasure, wordlessly appreciating his dexterity while he drilled into you until he was knuckle deep, watching you mewl and grip his forearm as you came quicker than ever before.

He pulled out of you and examined his slick covered fingers before stroking his aching cock languidly. The need to take you right then and there was at an all time high; in his mind there wasn’t a single point in waiting longer. You took him by surprise when you took your shirt off and spread your legs wider for him, positioning your knees by your shoulders and reaching out for him to fill the space between you two.

Acting hastily was your biggest regret. He lined himself up with your slick heat, pressing his bulbous head against your entrance that wasn’t inviting to his size. How he was going to fit inside you was a mystery that would soon be uncovered. Uvogin gritted his teeth and sunk his erection into you inch by agonizing inch, hissing at how tight you were. Your heart was beating so heavily the vibrations drummed against your ears, drowning out the sound of him muttering what you could only predict was concern. His thrusts were short and powerful; the main goal being to bury himself inside you at a humane pace. You hiccuped in a sweaty daze until he was fully sheathed in your plush walls, stroking your cheek as a meek attempt of comforting you.

The position you were in had to be one of the least forgiving of them all. Majority of Uvogin’s weight snapped against the underneath of your thighs, knocking the air out your lungs from the driving force behind his ministrations. That’s not to say he didn’t feel slightly guilty since you and Mittens had been more obedient than expected but right now, this was about his pleasure so he blissfully ignored the look of exhaustion across your fucked out face. It didn’t help there was little for you to ground yourself with, making you reach out for him. When he leaned forward with hands on either side of your head, his body forced yours deeper into the mattress. The scent radiating off him was a blend of musk and blood. Disgusting, really, considering he hadn’t even washed off after committing crimes, your home most likely the location he immediately retreated to afterwards. Regardless, the monstrous cock your walls struggled to adjust around pushed the feeling of revulsion out of mind.

Uvogin continued to stuff your tight heat to its expanse at an unyielding pace, pressure finally breaking the tight coil that was inescapable. He formed a grin as he watched your body submit to him. His thumb rubbed small circles on your clit, your orgasm quickly transitioning from pleasant to overstimulating in a matter of seconds. Throaty grunts escaped him as his end came right after yours, his length pulsing in your walls; coating your womb with the lust he held back while on business. A few more slow strokes and he then pulled out of you, his throbbing member twitching while it rested against your stomach, leaking remnant strings of cum against your soft skin. You both made out vehemently, hands firmly gripping one another while you came down from your high, only separating from the kiss after you were completely out of breath. 

You excused yourself from the bedroom to clean yourself up, cranking the shower on to wash off and mull over the events that took place. Uvogin didn’t barge in as you expected, which gave you plenty of time to gather your thoughts before the water ran cold. The house was too quiet when you stepped out of the bathroom… ‘Maybe he fell asleep,’ you guessed.

A wave of disappointment ran through you when you realized he was no longer in your house. Evidentially based on your bedroom window that was wide open, it was clear he must’ve exited through there. It was 5:14 A.M, the sun hadn’t come up yet and your encounter with him went by faster than you imagined it would. You should’ve felt relieved and safe knowing he was gone but you slammed the window shut with enough force to prove that you were bothered by his unannounced exit. There was no time to ponder on his whereabouts when you were exhausted yourself. Mittens settled next to you as you got into bed, the two of you falling sound asleep within minutes. 

The sound of a loud thump against the floor woke you yet again, a repeated offense you were tired of. Mittens peeked his head up curiously. The sun was up, shining across Uvogin who closed the window behind himself, holding a black plastic bag in his hand and a case of beer on his shoulder. You sat up, blinking repeatedly. “W— what the fuck? Why are you here… again?”

Uvogin responded blatantly in a volume too loud for the early hour, “I went to steal the essentials since I’ll be livin’ here. Beer for me, food for the cat and ice cream for the lady!” He tossed the plastic bag onto your bed before placing the case of beer on the floor. You emptied the contents of the bag, feeling the mattress dip under his weight as he sat down. “Didn’t know which flavors you liked so I got them all.”

Your eyes shot open when you recognized the voice of Doflamingo, who sat in a chair on the far side of the room, nearest a window with the shades drawn just enough to provide light for him to read without straining his eyes in the dimmed lit room. On a table beside him, there was a bottle of wine along with an unfinished glass. Quite the relaxing set up. 

Gesturing to a ladder on the opposite side of the room far away from him, you stammered, “Sorry, I’ll get to work over here.“ 

Doflamingo lifted his head from the book he was reading and looked in your direction, letting out a low hum to himself before demanding, “No, dust those off first.” He motioned toward the area in front of his direct view. 

You bit your lip nervously as you hurried towards the bookshelf, cleaning tools rattling against the tin bucket so loudly it rung in your ears. Upon closer examination you realized that all of the books were dusty, albeit in pristine condition. You could feel his eyes on you as you moved. It felt like they were burning a hole in your back, and it made you shudder in fear. All common sense was out the window, you tried to ease the tension you felt by turning on your heels to ask, “Is there any in particular you’d like to read first?”

Doflamingo uncrossed his legs, scanning the shelves as you fiddled with the hem of your skirt. A low chuckle erupted from his throat, “Fetch the ladder. Top shelf,” he ordered confidently.

Metal scraped against the polished wooden floor as you struggled to lug the ladder across the room, the annoying noise only coming to a stop after you positioned it where you thought it should be. ‘Top shelf is so vague’, you thought to yourself, already dreading the idea of having to ask Doflamingo to elaborate exactly which books he wanted on the top shelf which spanned across the circumference of the entire room. Without question, the man would probably correct you if you chose wrong so you decided not to inquire.

You couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched as you climbed up the ladder with a duster in hand. The ladder wasn’t the original one designed specifically to accommodate the upper shelves of the library, which was thrown out after breaking during the palace takeover. The top shelf surpassed double your height, you still struggled to reach the books and with the short skirt you were adorned in— you knew Doflamingo would see your panties if he looked in your direction. It was hard to tell what he was looking at behind those sunglasses he always wore but the thought of him catching a raunchy glimpse of you sent a chill up your spine, one that jolted your body violently enough to threaten tipping the ladder over. 

Doflamingo steadied the ladders movement by bracing his foot on the first step, stopping the metal from rattling against the floor as it teetered shakily back and forth. Before you could thank him, he sighed in annoyance and stood up from his seat. The sound of his loafers tapping closer to you was short lived. It was mere seconds before he stood right beside you, looking up with a displeased look on his face. 

“I’m sorry I—, I can’t reach and there’s no other staff here for the rest of the—,” you trembled with panic in your voice, watching his eyebrows furrow more with every word that spilled from your lips.

“Tch, quit your damn whining,” Doflamingo snarled, one of his hands effectively lifting you from behind by your ass, making you squeal. Thick fingers pressed against your clothed clit, further securing you in his hold. In a hurry, you dropped the duster out of your hand, letting it fall to the floor so you can scoop as many books as possible into your arms. Doflamingo let you down without a hitch and you immediately went straight to wiping down the several books you retrieved, trying to silence your mind from reminding you of how inappropriately he touched you.

The clock read 10:55 PM when you finally finished working on the books Doflamingo requested. You were exhausted, having worked your regular 12 hour shift beginning at 8 AM before even tending to the library. The books piled high in your arms, stacked from your hips to your chin as you sleepily ambled over to Doflamingo, who just set aside his nth glass of wine on the table beside him. 

“Set them down and go, you‘ll continue after your shift tomorrow.”

You were in no position to object, simply nodding and leaning forward to place the books on the table beside him. One of them slipped out of the pile, knocking over Doflamingo’s glass of wine which spilled all over his unbuttoned white shirt. Quickly grabbing a rag from your apron, you attempted to clean the purple liquid from his garment. When you realized your efforts were for naught, you simply froze in terror, avoiding eye contact while you offered your apologies.

“Young master, I’m terribly sorry for my clumsiness. I’ll go wash it right away, sir.”

A devious laugh was Doflamingo’s response. One that shook the bottle of wine on the table and vibrated off the walls of the library. He grabbed your forearm tightly and pulled you closer to his face.

“I’m beginning to think you’re toying with me. Am I a joke to you?” The timbre of his voice was so vile that you felt any answer would be found offensive. 

“Since you were kind enough to show me these, I’ll give you one chance to make it right.” he asserted irritably.  His free, calloused hand then slipped up your skirt and tugged against your pink lace panties. When the fabric snapped against your skin, the feeling of utter dread sunk in. 

“I’m sure you’re not that stupid, go on now.”

You hated what he so casually demanded from you while tugging you closer by your garter belt. 

“And don’t disappoint me.” he lilted with firm persistence.

Doflamingo’s words echoed in your ears agonizingly slow along with the heavy sound of a lump settling in your throat. Your feet were bolted to the floor, unwilling to proceed closer to the blonde even though you feared your life would be in worse danger if you didn’t make a move. 

“Atta girl,” he urged confidently as you stepped towards him. At the same time, he stood to his full height and looked down on you. You weren’t the slightest bit prepared.

Doflamingo’s cock twitched curiously as you unbuttoned his satin pants, releasing him from the confinement that previously served as a safety shield for you. You knew he’d be well endowed but you still grimaced over his sheer size. He didn’t grant you any mercy, slapping his length against your lips to pry them open. You hoped at any point your pleading eyes would halt him in his tracks. That poor, pathetic look across your face wasn’t enough to save you. Not from this man.

Your head was yanked back by your hair, forcing you to look up at the blonde who smoothly rolled a line of spit off his lips that fell into your mouth. With the quickness, he shoved his cock inside, leaving you no time to adjust. His bulbous tip bullied to the back of your throat, instantly triggering your gag reflex and you sputtered around his length, desperately gasping for air. The struggle didn’t disrupt his motions in the slightest. If anything, it stirred him on more.

The driving force of his thrusts were an awful punishment against your mouth. A stinging feeling grew on both corners of your lips, the soreness only being dulled by the amount of saliva that coated his cock. But after a short while, a heat pooled inside of you that only confirmed one thing: your body betrayed you by finding pleasure in this. 

It felt blissfully wrong, swallowing his cock like it would be your last meal, never neglecting the rest of his length by stroking what didn’t fit inside of your throat. Doflamingo lamented in the show you put on for him. Staring up at the man with glassy eyes, you hoped the sight would help him finish sooner so you can be on your way. He didn’t hold back any groans during your ministrations, even going as far as degrading you for being such an eager slut. 

Soon, it became hard to breathe. Doflamingo resorted to controlling the pace, swaying your mouth along his dick with a rapid force that shut out all of your senses. Your hands searched for solace near his hips, fingertips grazing the bone with wavering firmness. Apart from hearing his menacing laugh and feeling his balls slap against your chin in an erratic pattern— you were fading out. Face covered in a mixture of tears and saliva that flowed to the tip of your chin and began pooling onto the floor. From his view, your eyes rolled behind your head, vision going black. An exceptional time to make you regret being so weak.

You floated back into consciousness with a stifled, burning sensation in your throat; vision hazily coming back to full capacity at the same moment you realized your nose pressed flush against Doflamingo’s pelvis. He was impressed at the prominent bulge of his cock showing in your neck, though he knew his end was near. The walls of your throat constricted around him in a desperate attempt to search for oxygen, the pressure tightening around his length, pushing him on the cusp of an orgasm.

The air restriction he dealt resulted in a panicked fit. You clawed at his abdomen and desperately tried to push him away to inhale much needed air. Frantically attempting to jolt your head side to side was futile. Doflamingo positioned his hands on either side of your head, fingers lacing into your hair for an extra tight grip. While he drove his cock as far as it could go into your warm mouth, he caressed your cheeks with his thumbs manipulatively. You twitched, saliva bubbling out of your mouth while your face began to turn colors, the backs of your eyes feeling the intense pressure on your skull.

“Mmm, struggle on my fucking cock,” Doflamingo mocked, rigorously rolling his hips. It took less than a few more earnest pumps for his climax to course through him, shuddering as his cum shot down your throat. You muffled a sigh of relief, feeling disgusted by your arousal from this encounter.

To put it lightly, you were exhausted and way overworked. Your legs gave out the instant your lips weren’t wrapped around him anymore, causing you to sway backwards. Doflamingo contemplated letting you fall to the floor but he wasn’t done with you yet. He caught you by your shoulder, shoving you to the side where you landed face first against his chair. Before you could react, his hand was pressed against your back, forcing you into an arched position with your backside facing him. A sharp smack to your ass made your blood run cold and your body tense. He then hooked his finger under the band of your lace undies, sliding towards your cunt until the soaked fabric met his fingertip. 

A few days had passed and you were quickly growing tired of the routine your recovery consisted of. Chopper administered medication to you throughout the day and frequently changed your bandages. He only allowed you to walk around the infirmary with the assistance of whoever visited at the moment since you were so weak. Luffy had to be dragged out after making you laugh until your wound began to hurt. Sanji stopped by multiple times in the day and insisted on spoon feeding you. Robin and Nami would chat with you and were always the gentlest with helping you walk around. Usopp told stories that you knew were made up, but took your mind out of a depressed state. Franky came by to show you the gadgets he was working on and allowed you to help him with any minor handy work that didn’t involve you getting out of bed, and Brooke’s music lulled you into a slumber every night. 

The strawhats were experts at momentarily making you feel as if nothing was out of the ordinary, and they respected your wishes to leave the room when the poison began throb at every nerve in your body. These spells of pain made blood curdling screams rip through your throat that were loud enough to be heard on the deck of the Sunny. Sometimes they’d last for hours on end, and Chopper required someone to sit outside of the infirmary at all times just in case you began to choke. Zoro agreed that this would be his, and only his, responsibility. Nobody disputed this because of how obvious it was that remorse consumed every fiber of his being.

Zoro spent the days training profusely, even more so than usual, drinking double and only sleeping outside of the infirmary door in between your screams. He heard your throat go raw from yelling and when you’d sob for hours in the dead of the night. All of this and yet he hadn’t mustered the courage to look you in the face. 

Your crew eventually ran out of excuses when you asked them why Zoro didn’t visit you. They were disappointed in him for making you worry so much, but they understood his point of view. You sacrificed yourself and were laying in pain because you protected him from getting hurt. Zoro was someone who almost never needed someone else’s aid and yet you were in this state after one of the few times that he didn’t have everything covered. The realization of this left him numb whenever he dwelled on it, which was frequently. 

~~~~~

A particularly long, drawn out scream that left you coughing made Zoro burst into the infirmary almost instantly. He ran to your side faster than he could process and was just as shocked to see you as you were to see him. The bandages all over your torso reminded him of a familiar experience, but your body had also become so frail since the accident. He couldn’t shake the visual in front of him. The guilt he felt only grew stronger behind his exterior facade.

He watched you with his eye blown wide as you gathered your breath and then smiled at him from ear to ear. Your voice was barely above a whisper because your throat was shot, “Zoro, I’m so glad you finally came.”

With now balled his fists at his sides, he snarled, “How could you be so stupid? I didn’t need your help.”

The grin on your face slowly fell and Zoro felt the strings of his heart tug when the look of sadness washed over you. You sniffled and let out a short lived giggle, wiping the tears that formed in your eyes away. He had a hard time maintaining eye contact with you and turned on his heel to leave now that he knew you were alright. You didn’t want him to leave but you’ve always known Zoro is a stubborn man who does what he wants. When his hand reached for the doorknob, you sat up quickly and faltered, “I did it because… A wound on one’s back is the shame of a swordsman.” 

He swung the door open and stood in the doorway, head held down facing the floor. 

“Zoro please don’t leave so soon,” you whined with tears streaming down your face but the door quickly shut behind him. He left as fast as he came, returning to sit outside the door unbeknownst to you. 

Zoro felt awful listening to you cry after he left. Eventually your sobs were replaced with pained screams that echoed in his ears and made him crazy. He pressed his palms against his ears to drown out your suffering but that wasn’t enough. He felt like a coward, crossing his arms against his knees and leaning his head down. Tears formed in his eye, quickly falling to the ground and they didn’t stop even after a few minutes. When your screams dissipated into squalls and whines, he realized one of the beeping noises of your monitors were significantly quicker than they’d ever been and decided to alert Chopper.

All that Zoro heard from outside the room could be described as chaos. It felt like forever had passed before Chopper left the infirmary with a daunting look on his face.

“They were having a panic attack. Heart beat was way too fast. If this happens when I’m not around please do some breathing exercises to calm them down.”

Zoro nodded in response, knowing he would just alert the reindeer again if it happened.

~~~~~

It had been 3 and a half weeks since your recovery began, which was slow and steady. The pain was less overall and you regained enough strength to walk on your own in short bursts. Since your screams were less frequent, your vocal cords finally began healing after they ripped. In the meantime, you were left with the urge to clear your throat almost constantly and a raspy, hoarse voice. You weren’t able to speak many words without feeling strained either. Chopper unhooked you from all of the monitors though, and you took advantage when nobody was around; walking small steps around the infirmary mindlessly. Unfortunately you grabbed at every nearby object to help you get by since the muscles in your legs weren’t regularly used for so long. You felt confident that soon enough you’d be let off bed rest by Chopper. To see and bond with the strawhats normally again was something you looked forward to, and that included Zoro. He still hadn’t allowed you to see him since the last time he barged in but he was always there, listening in on the endless troubles and emotions you dealt with on a daily basis.

All of the time spent training, drinking or sitting outside of the infirmary brought Zoro to the conclusion that he cared for you more than just a friend. He didn’t want to admit this to himself but there was no other liable reason why your pain did such a number on him. When you admitted the reason for putting yourself at risk, it only solidified the feelings he’d been purposely ignoring for a long time. Pathetic is how he felt. For not realizing it sooner and for letting this incident be the moment he finally decided it’s time to accept it. 

It was just another uneventful day of resting when Chopper told you that the crew would be heading out to shop on the island the Sunny was docked at. You assumed you’d be alone for a few hours and didn’t mind at all. This was the perfect opportunity for you to leave the infirmary without the possibility of being reminded by the rest of the crew that you were supposed to be on bedrest. 

You waited so long for a chance to roam the ship that you were counting down in your head until the moment you guessed it was safe to leave the infirmary. Having already grown tired of the room, you took a peek out of the window on the door and noticed the coast was clear. In your head enough time had passed and there was no point in waiting any longer. You opened the door and barely made it a few tottering steps before a voice scared the soul out of your body.

“Oi, aren’t you supposed to be resting?”

Zoro scared the hell out of you when you turned around, almost falling backwards before he grabbed a hold of your arm and kept you upright. You immediately noticed the smell of sake that he reeked of, he was clearly drunk. When you pulled your arm back from his grasp and turned to get some well needed fresh air without giving him as much as a smirk, he knew that you were upset. You had every right to be with how he stormed out when you wanted him the most. Still, Zoro understood, culpability taking over while he watched you struggle to get one foot in front of the other at a consistent pace. You were weak, your legs constantly shaking because of the limited range of motion you’ve had in the last weeks. He was accepting of your rightful frustration with him. If only he’d known that you were actually hurt and confused that he left you to suffer without his company. You initially wanted to thank him for his help from the moment you had woken up, and when you finally got the chance to— he made you feel small, abandoning you to your own devices. 

Zoro followed behind you to the deck of the Sunny, watching as you leaned your forearms on the wooden railing and took in the warmth of the sun that you missed so much. He stood with his back against the wall, examining your condition and cursing himself for not being there for you. An apology itched to leave his throat but he couldn’t muster the courage to spill it, leaving you two to bask in the silence that was short lived.

“Zoro,” you trembled with a sad grimace, “Why didn’t you visit me?”

The words stung coming out, hoarseness forcing you to clear your throat repeatedly.

He didn’t know what to say, and more importantly, where to start. There were numerous reasons why he didn’t visit. None of which warranted his behavior. 

Tears welled in your eyes and you ignored the urge to turn around and head back to the infirmary. You finally had the chance to speak your mind while the others were gone, and this was the moment you’d spill it all before going back to what felt like a prison at this point.

“I’m sorry. Just tell me what I did wrong.”

Zoro stood completely still with furrowed brows, no viable answer apparent yet. His heart and mind were screaming at him to say something, to do anything to reassure you that you had done nothing wrong.

You broke, completely. The tears you’d been holding back and the calm exterior you wore cracked right in front of him. Your hands covered your face in an effort to stifle your sobs but it all came pouring out despite your efforts. Almost four weeks of yearning for him crashed down, leaving you hyperventilating and stumbling over your already strained words before finally managing a broken sentence.

“I— I needed you Zoro! I needed you and y— you weren’t there.”

Zoro had enough of watching you meltdown because of the pain he caused you on top of the injuries you bared for him. Muscled arms wrapped around your body, pulling you flush to his chest and muffling your cries. In a perfect world, this act alone would’ve fixed everything but he knew that expecting such a thing was naive. Your cries only got louder and heavier. You balled up the back of his shirt into your fists, holding him as tight as you possibly could until you felt your wound sting. Having you embrace him even in this setting was a relief but he knew that he had so much to make up to you.

Zoro unclutched your arms from around him and leaned back, tilting your chin up to look him in the face. ‘You’re so beautiful’, he thought to himself. His thumb swiped away a tear that dripped down your cheek, staring so hard into your eyes that he could’ve burned a hole in your irises if he wanted to. His mind was already fuzzy from the sake and seeing you so fucked up put him in an even worse state. 

“I was wrong, Y/N. I screwed up by not being there for you. If you hate me I completely understand.”

Zoro hated the words that left his mouth. They were true, but you deserved an actual apology that didn’t sound so passive. He just wasn’t good with words. Anyone who knew him was aware that he was more a man of action. If there was anything he learned from this, it was that he would’ve hated to lose you. The inner battle he fought with himself to come clean needed to end here. 

“I care about you differently,” he mumbled, closing his eye and taking a deep breathe before continuing, “It sucks that it took all of this for me to realize that.”

You had an idea about what differently meant when it came from Zoro but he’d never be able to describe it in words.

You glanced between his eye and lips before taunting playfully, “Differently? I don’t quite understand.”

Your coy act paired with the glimmer in your eyes changed the atmosphere from tense to lighthearted quickly. Zoro tried to hide the blush creeping up his face but he couldn’t.

“Ugh, alright, alright,” he boomed loudly. His hand found solace on the nape of your neck, pulling you forward for his lips to meet yours. To the both of you, it felt like a huge weight off of your shoulders to be able to finally embrace the other. 

Zoro’s tongue eagerly lapped at your lips, begging for entry into your mouth. The moment you’d granted him access, he devoured you like a starved man, his tongue dancing with yours like his life depended on it. Every unspoken word and emotion was poured into the kiss. His body pressed against yours too tight, making you hiss at the sting of your healing wound. You knew he was far gone because of how inattentive he was at your pained mewls, not stopping even when you tried to push his heavy body from leaning into yours. He finally broke the kiss to lean down and scoop you up, wrapping your legs around his torso before greedily pulling you in for more. The taste of your tongue against his was intoxicating, more so than the copious amounts of sake he downed regularly, and he found himself quickly addicted. Being deprived of allowing the true feelings you had for each other to take over, you ignored your body warning you of Zoro’s enthusiasm being too brutal in this delicate state. 

Zoro ushered you back to the infirmary, carrying you around his waist with one hand under your ass and the other pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. His favorite alcohol lingered on his tongue, something you once dreamed to taste. You eagerly pulled tufts of his green hair in between your fingers, moaning into his mouth when he bit down on your tongue deliciously.

Your back landed on the stiff infirmary bed too hard, you almost swore you had torn one of the stitches in your wound but decided to ignore it. Zoro removed your sweats effortlessly and didn’t bother doing the same with your underwear. Strong arms pulled you towards the edge of the bed and spread your legs wide open for him; causing you to cry out in pain. It was as if he couldn’t hear you, too caught up in the wonders of your body. He tugged your panties to the side and went straight to lapping at your cunt earnestly, letting out a sigh of pleasure against your heat at how wet you were already. It was like your mind and body were fighting against each other. Your body leaned into his touch, completely disregarding the pain shooting from your chest to every nerve in your body. Your mind knew this was going too far, too quickly. It wasn’t that you didn’t want this. Fuck, you really did, but your body couldn’t handle it and you knew that. The anticipation and yearning lasted so long that this moment was overdue, you chose to deal with the consequences later.

Zoro pushed two digits into your cunt while he circled your clit with his tongue. You were seeing stars, orgasm washing over violently when he curled his fingers upwards and began thrusting them into you at a more rapid speed once he felt you gushing.

He retreated as you laid in the aftermath of your own bliss, trying to gather a coherent thought and process what just happened. The sounds of him stripping himself of his clothing didn’t register to your ears but you felt the bed dip lower as he eased onto it. He was careful not to crush you with his body weight, yet having your legs pinned to your shoulders elicited yelps right into his ear. You were fighting through the discomfort but felt a warm liquid starting to seep through your bandaged wound. 

Zoro peeled your panties off of your waist and tossed them to the side. The sheer look of panic was written all over your features when he lined himself up with your slit, coating himself in your juices before pressing the tip inside.

With a low whine you pleaded, “It hurts, I don’t know if —“

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” he mumbled in a soothing tone, “Just relax.”

No amount of prep could’ve helped you take his cock easily. He was both girthy and packed a striking length, but at least he tried to be as mindful as he could with your body; or so he thought. You grimaced at every sensation flowing through your nerves. Him stretching you out slowly, the feeling in your chest and abdomen of your stitches ripping, and your frail body trying to brace itself against the wall of muscle which is Zoro himself.

Zoro mistaked your whimpers as a reaction to the stretch as he inched into your cunt agonizingly slow. You were teary eyed by the time he bottomed out. The pace he started off with was delicious, too bad you couldn’t focus on it. Your nails dug crescents into his shoulders, for sure breaking the skin but he didn’t pay it any attention. He was determined to fill you up and finally make you his, and soon enough his thrusts had become needy and desperate. His cock felt like heaven stroking your inner walls in a way you’ve never felt before. He was expertly rolling his hips into yours, the tip of his length kissed your cervix without knocking you into a third dimension.

It didn’t last long though— his hips soon began to slam violently into yours, each piston into you knocked the air out of your lungs. When you tried to scream out a beg for mercy, your throat betrayed you. Zoro’s forehead pressed flush to yours, watching your every reaction. He knew this was too much but you just felt so tight around his cock, sucking him right back in whenever he pulled out of your sopping heat. It took a particular bump against your cervix for you to wail out and attempt to push him away with the little strength you had.

“It’s— it’s too much!” Your eyes were blown wide, the feeling of another orgasm creeping up on you.

Overstimulated was merely an understatement. Zoro was sending your body into overdrive and it seemed like there was no end in sight, the alcohol delaying the load he so desperately wanted to spill into your womb.

A guttural groan ripped from the pit of his stomach. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he panted. His words rung through your ears and left you confused. What was he sorry for? For leaving you to recover on your own for weeks? For battering your body even further right now? Your head was spinning even more when his thrusts became sporadic. If he was close to his end, you’d be grateful. The exhaustion you felt was starting to consume you. All you needed was some rest after this, hopefully with your hand in his. You didn’t understand why you were so willing to put aside the affliction he dealt to you, as long as it meant that he’d stick around. A thumb circling your clit knocked you out of your thoughts, and you quickly fell into another euphoric state. His other free hand palmed your bandaged breast through your shirt and tenderly kneaded it. You were as soft as he thought you’d be. How he allowed himself to wait so long to indulge in you was a mystery.

It didn’t take much for him to ease another orgasm out of you, but this time around his length while he grinned against you leisurely. Your walls spasmed around his cock and you both were in heaven at the sensation. The frustration and urgency that built from his need to cum was evident, quickly switching back to fucking you with brute force. You grinned and bared it. The small mewls encouraged him to continue using you to his hearts extent. His body tensed up and you knew it had finally come to an end when his cock twitched aggressively and squirted hot ropes of cum inside your plush walls. Zoro was a sight to see. His forehead was dripping sweat, chest rising and falling while he gathered his breathe without taking the time to pull out yet.

The swordsman gently pulled up your shirt in an attempt to place a kiss over your wound, but he instantly froze up when he realized you were in fact bleeding through your bandages.

“What the?! So you were just not going to tell me about this? What the hell is the matter with you?!”

His normal attitude took over and you were too tired to bicker back with him like you normally did in the past. Maybe he had finally sobered up when you milked him dry or perhaps once he noticed how battered you were, who knows. He pulled out completely, ignoring the image of his seed spilling out of you to prevent another raging boner. The damage was done anyway so dwelling on it wouldn’t benefit either of you. You pushed the hair out of your face and you gave him a gentle smile before offering him some reassurance, “I just missed you. Don’t worry, I’ll be better in no time.”

~~~~~

Chopper was furious when he seen the state you were in. He couldn’t imagine what happened while the crew was gone, nor did he really want to. You held your head down and answered his questions short and sweet, “I hurt myself after getting air on the deck.” The reindeer didn’t believe you at all but left the room after restitching and patching you up. He couldn’t bother further interrogating anyway since Zoro was giving him a death stare. 

You slept peacefully while Zoro watched. The hum of your throat rattling was the only noise heard in the room and it drove him insane just how much he missed your presence while you rested. Finally sober, he shamefully processed what he did earlier and felt awful. The very moment he got a taste of you he allowed himself to go too far at the expense of your already mutilated, impotent body. It made him sick to his stomach how a twisted part of him thoroughly got off by having an advantage over your feeble state.

Eventually you woke from your sleep and noticed a troubled look on Zoro’s face. He quickly ended the silence. “Chopper said you’ll be here for a couple more days ‘cause of the stitches he had to replace .”

You slip your robe off, silk fabric hitting the floor. Illumi’s eyes look over your figure from head to toe. He’s ogling over your collarbone, the shy look on your face, the way your hand rests on your hip with confidence. While your breast and cunt are in plain sight, he still finds the smaller traits about you the most stunning of them all. At this moment in time, he admires your bravery, how you came out and told him exactly what you want. In the past you’ve always threw subtle hints, you should’ve known he needs to hear it directly. The room is quiet besides the low audio from the television and sounds of trees and strong winds from outside of the window. 

Illumi pulls you to sit on his lap, eyes raking over your soft skin. You help him take off his shirt and toss it aside. Your hands cup his face, bringing him into a kiss. His lips touch yours softly, embracing you tenderly. Cold hands find their way to your waist while he rubs up and down your torso, making goosebumps rise on your skin. You lean into his touch, the sensation of your breast brushing against his bare chest sends a shiver through your spine. You press your fingers onto his cheek to force his mouth open and slip your tongue inside. His tongue mirrors his personality, quick to assert dominance over you. Bare cunt grinding against him, he begins to pull you down to meet his hips. Your clit rubs against his pants just enough to make you crave more. You can feel that coil in your stomach building up, so rapidly after being eager for him. He swallows all of your moans, hands gripping you tighter as his hips buck up against you. You nearly melt when you feel his erection prodding your entrance through his pajama pants.

Breaking the kiss, you settle yourself between his legs while he sits on the edge of the bed. He stands up quickly to slip his pants and boxers off, long slender cock springing out before he sits back down. Your heart is beating through your chest at the sight of him fully naked in front of you. The biggest priority right now is making sure he’s comfortable and feels good. You wrap one hand around his length, giving a few teasing strokes. “If you’d like for me to stop then just let me know, ok?” Illumi nods.

You start off by licking his shaft from base to tip, pressing kisses along the way. When your mouth suckles at his tip, Illumi’s hips shudder and you can hear him letting out heavier breaths. He leans back onto his elbows, watching you while you bring his length all the way into your mouth. Your pace is slow, focusing on hollowing your cheeks and tightening your lips against him with every bob of your head. Saliva pools out your mouth, coating his length and helping him slip in and out with ease. Looking up at him briefly, his head is thrown back and he has a fistful of sheets in both of his hands. You speed up, wrapping a hand around his cock to stroke him at the same time. He lets out a low moan that sounds like a whimper, all of these new sensations are foreign to him. The noise is the complete opposite of this usually stoic man, you can’t help but continue overstimulating him so you can engrave his whines in your mind. He sits up, grabbing your shoulder and pushing you off of him gently. His eyes meet yours, a tinge of red evident on his cheeks. Too infatuated with his flushed face, you didn’t notice when his hand moved to stroke his cock until you feel his other hand grope your breast. You let him fondle you to his hearts desire while bringing your hand to play with your clit. Utterly satisfied by the sight of him shamelessly jerking himself off in front of you, you start fucking your sopping cunt with two fingers. 

Illumi grows jealous of seeing you pleasing yourself and tugs your arm away from your pussy. You get up, positioning yourself on top of him and push him to lay down. Grinding against his erection, you swear you can cum if you continue just like this. He’s given so much to you already just by being open to trying something new. He looks amazing under you, curious face watching what you’ll do next, long hair laying messily on the bed, chiseled chest that you want to leave marks all over. Having him at your mercy right now, you want to nurture him and fuck him senseless all at once. You line his throbbing cock up with your cunt, easing yourself slowly onto his full length. He hisses at how tight you feel around him, realizing that he should’ve done this a long time ago. His hand on your hip and the other under your thigh, you’re surprised when he helps you bounce onto him leisurely. His long cock hits all of the right spots. Your hands press against his chest for balance, slamming yourself onto him while you chase your end. Sooner than you thought, you cream all over him, letting out a scream while you clench around him. He sits up, keeping the momentum you’ve set, pistoning into you with no restraint. If you thought you’d control the entire setting, you were way wrong. Illumi naturally always dominates whatever situation he’s in. He sees your eyes become watery, purely from pleasure but slows down, afraid that he’s hurting you. He pulls you closer to him, pressing open mouthed kisses onto your chest before sucking on your nipple. His thrusts are becoming unsteady, his legs trembling beneath you. Your hands lace into his hair, tugging slightly, while he breaths heavily against your chest. His arms wrap around your waist, forehead pressed between your breast while he holds onto you with a tight grip. Illumi’s climax hits him heavily, spilling his seed into you while rolling his hips slowly into your cunt. When he looks up at you, there’s a look on his face that you’ve never seen before. A look of hunger, need, and desire. Illumi, a man who has never wanted for anything, looks at you as if you hold all of his pleasure in the palm of your hand. 

“Mahito... please. You’re going to fucking break me in half!” Your cries fall on deaf ears as he doesn’t slow down his thrusts. The tears rolling down your face, desperate cries and trembling legs aren’t enough to stop him. He appears to be getting off from your suffering. First it was your cunt, fucking you until he came twice. Your orgasms? You lost count after 4. At this point your mind is in another world and Mahito’s living for every second of it. He rushed through prepping your other hole, adding a second finger before you fully adjusted to his first. Choked sobs and pleads for him to go easier on you only stir him up even more. He rubs his cock on your slick heat, coating himself in your juices before inching into your ass. Your neck aches and your back feels like you’ll need a brace once you get up from this position. He starts fucking you like a feral, starved man. Not an ounce of remorse or consideration for your debilitated body. As he ruts into your ass with brute strength, two of his fingers fuck your abused cunt vigorously. He curls his fingers into you exactly how you like, but this time it’s agonizing since he already forced several orgasms out of you. Your hands rest on cold tile beneath you while he continues his ministrations. You squirm and writhe underneath him, body begging for you to change positions but he doesn’t take the hint. Mahito’s deft fingers find their way to your swollen bud, flicking and pressing the sensitive bundle of nerves in an attempt to make you cum again. You scan over his figure above you and he looks thoroughly pleased while fucking you into a stupor. Blue hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat he’s breaking. Devious smile across his patchwork face. Emotion in his eyes similar to when he ruthlessly kills someone. The sheen over his torso is evident and you wish you were in any other position so you can trace his chiseled abdomen with your fingers. The sensitivity of your clit becomes painful and you can’t even work up another orgasm after being lessened to a mere fucktoy. The only reaction your body gives are involuntary quivers with each impaling thrust into your ass. Mahito’s not oblivious to your struggle and he’s determined to send you over the edge once more.

“Good thing you’re being stubborn, I’ve been wanting to try this.” Your eyes widen, frown on your face while you question what this jerk is conjuring up in his mind. Waiting to protest because you know he’s going to push you even further, you think your eyes are tricking you when his tongue transforms longer, imitating the shape of a dick before forcing it straight into your soaking cunt. Your eyes roll behind your head and you let out gasps and moans from being stuffed so full. Even though you want to tell him he’s a prick who takes a mile when given an inch, the sensation is so pleasant. When he pulls out of your ass slightly, his tongue fills your pussy to the brim. The momentum is perfect and leaves you desperate to cum. His onslaught has you unable to focus on how loud you’re whining while drool trickles out of your mouth. Mahito looks more crazed when he hears you beg for him not to stop. When his thumb circles your clit, white pleasure starts to floods your vision as the coil in your stomach starts to tighten. His eyes wander all over your body, the sight of you is enticing. Your breast bouncing, lust filled eyes proving that you’re completely fucked out, both holes gripping him like a vice and tongue hanging lazily out of your mouth. Mahito’s grunts and pants fill the room while thrusting into both of your holes. Your orgasm hits you heavily, drawn out moans leaving your mouth while your plush walls flutter around his morphed tongue. The force that he’s pistoning into you with makes your juices squirt out, coating your thighs and his stomach. Your ass is squeezing him so tight that he can feel the twitching of your cunt through the skin between your holes. Mahito’s so close, unable to continue when you’re milking his tongue and cock simultaneously. His legs shudder and he throws his head back while spurting hot ropes of cum into your ass. Pleasured moans and menacing giggles leave his mouth as he milks the last bit of his seed into you for the umpteenth time. His body collapses over yours, cock and tongue pulling out of you as he reverts his tongue back to normal. As much as your body is screaming for you to get out of this position, you’re disappointed at the loss of fullness. 

Illumi leaned back against the headboard and sighed. You crawled over and onto his lap, looking into his eyes that could burn a hole in hell if he wanted to. You wished he would melt into your touch but his frustration engulfed his tense body just like your desire to help him feel better. You fell into his hands so easily all the time, making it your number one responsibility to always ease Illumi into feeling like the human he never got a chance to be. You began to straddle his waist and wrapped your arms around Illumi’s shoulders, leaning your breasts against his chiseled chest. Threading your fingers through his hair while kissing and licking his neck, Illumi didn't give in to your ministrations. “Y/N,” Illumi spoke out, voice void of any emotion like usual and you leaned off of him to meet his gaze. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled your lips into a harsh, needy kiss which made you moan out at the unexpected force. His tongue delved into your mouth aggressively, tongues dancing and heavy breaths eliciting from you that filled the previously strained room with lust. Illumi’s free hands grabbed your ass, playing with your cheeks before spreading them and bringing his hand to your already soaked pussy. He swiped at your wetness and brought his deft fingers to play with your clit. His fingers swirling perfectly, the coil in your stomach began to build while you moaned his name out desperately. Your hips grinded harder against his hand and you leaned in to make out with him, needing something to ground you from your growing orgasm. A few more ruts onto his hardened cock, swollen lips fighting each other and his fingers precisely rubbing your swollen bud made your orgasm hit quicker than you hoped and you rode out your high as much as Illumi allowed.

Your face was flushed, mind clouded and full of desperation for him to make love to you but you were snapped back into reality when he wrapped his arms around you and picked you up while scooting himself off the bed. He took his briefs off, long slender cock springing out while you positioned yourself on your knees. When he looked down at you it was with dangerous eyes. You knew the pleasure you felt previously was only a build up for whatever merciless fuck he wanted to put you through right after he used your throat.

You began swirling your tongue around the tip of his length before attempting to take him in fully. Illumi’s cock is big, and you always had to focus on not hitting the back of your throat too quick. Before you could even bring Illumi’s sex fully into your mouth, he weaved his fingers in your hair and began bucking his hips into your mouth. Drool spilled out the sides while you’re focusing your breathing through your nose & bobbing your head back and forth. Low grunts left his lips and hearing his husky, lust filled noises made your entire body feel warm. You didn’t understand how gagging on his cock could bring you such euphoria. Bracing yourself to deepthroat him, you repositioned yourself to get the best angle and began slipping your mouth further onto his cock. You wanted to send him over the edge. This was a dangerous game to play with Illumi. His fingers that were laced in your hair found their way to your scalp and he then moved one hand to the back of your neck before slamming his cock all the way into your throat, your nose touching his body. Illumi’s quite literally fucking your face at this point, and you’re trying so hard not to pass out, squeezing his thighs with your fingers in hopes that he’ll notice you’re nearly past your limit. He continued his ministrations, bucking into your mouth hard just to chase his release. Black is starting to encompass your vision and you think you’re going to pass out before he pulls you off his cock. A slick line of spit from your mouth to his penis breaks and falls onto your chest and you finally bring air back into your lungs. Illumi looks at you with a dangerous, cold look, before grabbing your soaked chin and making you look at him. “Up, now.”

Illumi began kissing you while guiding you backwards onto your comfortable bed. Pushing your shoulders down once you fell seated onto the bed, he crawled above you, caging you between his arms. You leaned up, sucking and biting Illumi’s neck, trying to mark him up. Much to your surprise, he wasn't complaining or resisting even though he always verbalized how much he hated the look of hickies. Humping you slowly, you feel his aroused length prodding your inner thigh and shudder. You want him so badly. He can see that you’re practically begging him to have his way with you, release some tension, you want to feel close with him, you want him to know that he can let go of his frustration with you.

Illumi lined his cock up with your wet slick, rubbing the tip against your clit deliciously before inching himself all the way into your cunt. The stretch always so pleasantly painful. He began thrusting at a slower pace, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and hitting the perfect spot that made you moan out his name incoherently. Illumi leaned towards you, kissing and biting your neck, repaying you for leaving marks on him. You can hear his breathing hitch in your ear and it sent more arousal to your core. “Fuck.” Illumi moaned while continuing to thrust into you with perfect precision. Physically you were there with him, mentally you were on cloud 9. “You’re, squeezing me, so tight.” Illumi emphasized every word with a hard slam into your pussy, all of which threw you back into reality.

Handing two tickets to the operator, you and Hisoka make your way onto a cart. The seat beneath you is cold and it’s uncomfortable against your legs, so you move to sit on Hisoka’s lap with your back facing him. He brings his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. The added warmth is appreciated. After such a long day, you could easily fall asleep here if you tried. Instead, the two of you overlook the amusement park while the Ferris wheel slowly makes its way up. Everything around you is perfect. Hisoka holding you tight. The night sky covered in stars. The moon that looks so close but in fact is so far. Happiness radiating in the air around you. The light atmosphere is exquisite, you’d stop time right now if you could.

Hands that were wrapped around your waist untangle. Hisoka brings one underneath your shirt, pulling the cup of your bra down and groping your breast, making you yelp at his sudden movements. His lips find their way to your neck, sucking and nipping the skin. You melt into his touch, small moans feeding his hungry desire. Hisoka’s other hand trails between your thighs, resting against your heat. He doesn’t slip his fingers into your panties, instead finding refuge on your clit through the fabric. You squirm in his lap when deft fingers start to swirl against your bud. “Hisoka..” You whimper when he bites your neck particularly hard, peppering kisses around the area afterwards. “Hmm?” His voice is thick like honey and he pretends that he doesn’t know what you’re whining about.

Leaning against his body, grinding against his hand, head thrown back onto his shoulder while singing his name between breaths only serves to stir him on. Part of you thinks it’s crazy to do this in public, on a Ferris wheel at that. A bigger part of you is caught up in the thrill and pleasure coursing through your body. He’s making you feel so good that you wouldn’t dare stop him. Hisoka can feel how wet you’ve gotten, helping his digits slide up and down your slit through your panties. His fingers circle your clit with precise and calculated movements. Not knowing where to put your hands, you latch onto the material of his pants, tight fists making your knuckles turn white. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten with every swirl against your sex, every pinch of your nipple. You look around, realizing that you’re almost at the base of the Ferris wheel. Hisoka’s fingers speed up, hoping to get you to cum right as you’re passing the operator. He has a knack for both frightening you and seeing you flustered. Fighting your orgasm with every fiber of your being, you clench your eyes shut and try to still your body. He shuffles your body closer to his, and you feel his erection press against you. He ruts up against you, the feeling of him touching every sensitive part of your body is overwhelming. Legs trembling and mouth ajar from the overstimulation, you feel your orgasm approach. There’s no use in trying to fight it. Hisoka brings his lips to your ear, “Cum for me darling.” His voice is laced with lust and persuasion. He doesn’t even understand the amount of power he has over you when he uses that tone. Letting go of your nipple, his hand moves up to grip your neck, rested between your breast like a seatbelt. His fingers ravishing your clit, erection prodding against you and moans in your ear send a rush through your veins. Amusement park music, people screaming on rollercoasters, the gears of the Ferris wheel. These sounds that filled your ears before aren’t registering to you. All you can hear is your moans and his hitched breath each time you rub against him. The knot in your stomach snaps, and you let out a cry while your cunt clenches around nothing. Hisoka’s fingers work your swollen bud even faster once he feels your orgasm begin. He jerks your head to the side and when you force your eyes open, the operator’s looking at you in confusion. Trying to move your face from his view is futile, the grip on your jaw is iron clad. You shut your eyes, promising to pay Hisoka back for this. Thankfully the operator isn’t able to see what Hisoka’s hand is doing under your skirt, but you can guess he knows exactly what’s going on. Shocked and embarrassed, you lean forward towards your knees while Hisoka cups your sex, allowing you a moment to gather yourself. As the cart makes its way back up, he gives the operator a sly grin.

You slide onto the cold seat, only for Hisoka to pull you right back onto his lap facing him. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you bring your tongue to lick the shell of his ear. You begin to straddle his waist, grinding against his thick length. Hisoka’s breath hitches at the friction between the two of you. Bringing one hand to hold you up, Hisoka pulls his cock out of his pants and lines himself up with your clothed cunt. You reach between your bodies, tugging your panties to the side and giving him a way in. His hands glide up the curve of your ass and find their way to your waist, inching into you. Your slick cunt sucks him in quickly, making you hiss at the stretch that turns from pain to pleasure. Hisoka bucks into you while you meet his thrusts. The squelching noises of your sex drives him wild. “Oh my, you’re soaking wet darling. So gorgeous taking my cock like this.” You bring him into a kiss, slipping your tongue in his mouth and biting down harshly. The pain makes him speed up his pace, thrusting into you so roughly that you know you’ll be sore after this. His long member hits your cervix with every rut, you can’t control the obnoxious moans leaving your mouth. The way he slides in and out of your sopping pussy makes you feel delirious. Your grip on his muscular shoulders tighten at the feeling of your orgasm building up again. Hisoka is latched onto your ass, squeezing so hard that his nails dig crescents into your fragile skin. He’s putting all of his strength behind his vicious onslaught, the feeling of his hips hitting your aching folds is invigorating. Amber eyes bore into yours, aroused by every contorted face that you make. Hisoka knows you’re close. Your legs are burning from meeting his thrusts, arms clutched onto him like he’s your savior. Hisoka can’t continue much longer. Seeing you such a mess, impaled on his cock while shamelessly taking him in public is driving him wild. Your legs finally give out, leaving him to use you to his heart’s content. You grind against him lazily, focused on chasing your orgasm despite the burn in your legs. Hisoka rolls his hips against yours, desperate for you to cream around him. You bury your face into his neck as you cum, letting out choked moans that bring a smile to his face. He doesn’t even give you a moment to catch your breath, quickly pistoning into you. He lets out a string of moans that could probably be heard by all of the other people on the Ferris wheel. Bringing your hands into his hair, you pull his face into your neck to shut him up. Hisoka bounces you on his length as if you weigh nothing, biting your neck hard enough to make you shriek. Your cunt gripping him like a vice proves too much for him. Shuddering, he coats your walls with his seed. Having regained some control over yourself, you sway against his length, greedily milking him until he stops twitching inside of you. He holds you close against him while drawing circles in your thigh. Your mouth meets his in a sloppy kiss, wordlessly thanking him for fucking you into the oblivion. Hisoka lifts you off of him gently, and you both fix yourselves properly into your clothing with perfect timing. Not even a minute later, you reach the bottom of the Ferris wheel and the operator opens the cart to let you both out. As you walk by, you keep your head down and follow behind Hisoka.