cw incest, slightt dub con like one sentence if u squint

you had been suchhh a brat all day. huffing and puffing, whining about the smallest issues that could be fixed with the snap of a finger. and being so rude to your daddy :(.

not eating the food he cooked you, pushing him away when wanted to cuddle with you. but still always being near him, so he couldn’t even get a break. he was fed up.

you crawled over to him while he was laying on the couch, watching some show you didn’t know the name of. you were whining, mad about absolutely nothing as it seemed to him. he was annoyed, trying to tune out your pathetic whines by focusing on the tv. until he felt it. your clothed cunt pressed up against his thighs for just a second, soaked through your thin shorts. you were mad because you hadn’t had a good fuck, been pent up. toji remembered he hadn’t taken care of you in so long, and you were just too embarrassed to ask :(. his libido isn’t as high as it used to be. but he’d do anything to make his sweet girl happy.

that’s how you ended up with your back against the couch, knees up to your chest and thrown over your dads shoulders.

“is this what you wanted? huh? being such a fucking brat all day, you just needed it fucked out of you. right?” he huffed out, ramming his hard cock into you roughly. you opened your mouth to answer, but all that came out was moans and mewls. he was taking your breath away with every thrust.

“you gonna apologize? or are you too cock drunk that you can’t even speak? poor baby.” he cooed with false empathy, his hot breath fanning onto your face and neck.

you tried to speak again, your mouth hanging open before you managed to push the words out. “‘m s-sorry! so sorry daddy! please–“ you were about to beg, but all you could do was moan loudly when he thrusted into you harder on purpose. the lines between pain and pleasure were blurred, but you were starting to see pain pretty clearly. guess this was his way of getting back at you :(

your cunt squeezed and spasmed around him, attempting to push his cock out. he moaned loudly in your face at the sensation, instead of his usual grunts. “fuckkk, gonna cum, sweet girl. and ‘m not pulling out.”

your eyes lit up and you nodded your head. “yes! come inside, please please please!” you babbled, feeling the tip of his long cock push against your stomach, making a noticeable bulge. you kicked your feet, heels hitting his back.

his thrusts started getting quicker, a sign from him that he’s close. his breathing got heavier and groans got louder as his warm cum spilled into your womb, you both reaching your high at the same time.

he slowly pulled his now soft cock out of your cunt, watching your juices combined spill out your pussy. you whined at the loss of him deep inside you, but you stopped as you felt him slowly stick two of his thick fingers into your pussy, fucking the cum back inside you.

cw incest

your back laid flat against the couch. you could hear the noises of your mother cooking some soup for dinner. your mother, oh your poor mother. she didn’t even know that her husband was rutting into you, his own daughter, right on the couch she was just sitting on. you wonder what she’d do if she found out. who would she be mad at? him, you, both?

you never wanted her to find out. which is precisely why you were trying your absolute hardest to keep it down. but it was you sunk your teeth into tojis rough shoulder, but your moans were still so loud, even while muffled :(.

then, he thrusted into you particularly hard, and you yelped. both you and toji froze in fear, in fear of your mothering coming to check what’s happening.

then you heard it– her usually soft voice booming loudly from the kitchen. “everything okay in there?”

toji instantly spoke up, “everything’s fine, jus’ keep cookin’!”

you let out a sigh of relief, breathing heavy and steadying your heart rate. until both toji’s hands slid up to your neck, and squeezed. he resumed his pace, right back to fucking you into the couch.

“you want your mom to come in and see this? huh? you wanna get me in trouble or somethin’? dumb bitch..” he whispered under his breath, just loud enough so you could hear him. you opened your mouth to respond, but no words could come out. he was choking you too hard. instead, you just shook your head desperately and brung your hands up to scratch at his wrists.

he scoffed and sped up the pace, being more aggressive now. you definitely made him mad. “what an attention whore,”

he laughed at your pathetically open mouth, but nothing coming out of it. your eyes started to tear up and your throat dried. conveniently– as if he knew, he spit right into your mouth.

his body was pressed tightly against yours, covering your entire self. the head of his cock repeatedly punched against the spongy area inside your pussy. you don’t know if that or the joking was what was making your eyes roll back into your head.

“fffuck— i’m gonna cum, baby, keep being quiet for daddy.” he squeezed his eyes shut as he finished inside of you, not daring to pull out.

his hands released your throat as he sat back up and started putting his pants back on. you gasped for air, hands coming up to rub at your sore throat. finger-shaped marks were already beginning to form around your neck.

have a good day ^^

little part 2 of this, can be read without

cw incest

you’d been thinking about your dad loads ever since he taught you how suck dick. you were so needy for him, your stupid little boyfriend just couldn’t fulfill you :(. he never even went down on you.

you expressed these concerns to him, and he said maybe you two could finally have real sex. but you’d have to be on top, he didn’t trust his stamina. you agreed, knowing that this would be a nice way to get more ‘lessons’ from your father. i mean, he taught you everything you know in life! it’d only make sense if he taught you this.

so, you asked him. acting all embarrassed, pretending that you didn’t want to but just had to for you boyfriend. obviously, he agreed. how couldn’t he? why would he ever wanna say no to his sweet little girl?

so, you ended up sitting there, right in front of him, your whole body exposed. you were perched on his abs, already wet and leaving a visible mark of it on his lower stomach. he was soothingly rubbing your thigh, trying to calm your nerves.

“you ready, baby?” he asked, looking up at your big eyes. you looked back behind you, eyes hitting his large cock, standing straight up. that was about to go inside you. the thing that made you. you breath hitched– clearly nervous at his size. he already stretched you out on his fingers, but they were no match for his cock.

you turned back to look at him, nodding your head even though you were scared. he grinned, signaling for you to get started.

you lifted your hips up, and moved back so his tip was aligned with your hole. you breathed in before you slowly lowered yourself onto him. it burned. he was way bigger than your boyfriend ever could be– and that didn’t make it better. you winced at the pain but regardless, kept going until he was all the way inside you.

you looked down at yourself, just to see that he made a noticeable bulge in your stomach. he chuckled at you shock and gripped your hips, “here, let me help you start.”

he maneuvered your entire body up and down his shaft with ease, his tip repeatedly hitting your g spot. you mewled and whined, pressing your hands against his chest to steady yourself.

you started hitting his chest, signaling for him to stop. “okay, i wanna try myself now.” you breathed out.

“you sure?” he asked

“mhmmm, so sure. wanna learn..” you told him, and he smirked at your messy answer. already fucked out on his cock. he let his harsh grip on your hips go, resting his hands.

you started to bounce up and down his dick, beginning with a slower pace than whatever he was giving you earlier. he was groaning, your walls absolutely squeezing around him.

pleasure finally started to take over pain, a nice mix of the two shooting up your body as you continuously bounced on his cock, you thighs beginning to burn but not stopping. you already felt a slightly unfamiliar knot building up in your stomach. you were just so pent up :(.

your moans clashed, yours getting louder than his as you reached your climax rather quickly, gushing all over his cock. you hadn’t felt him cum yet, but that wasn’t on your mind. all that was in your thoughts were your own selfish needs.

you began to slow down, just softly grinding onto his pelvis before coming to a complete stop. you were about to plop yourself down onto his chest, breathing heavily until you felt his huge hands roughly grip your ass, bringing you down on his cock once again.

“you’re not done yet. don’t you wanna make your dad happy? i’m teaching you how to please a man anyway, not yourself.”

cw iñçëşť, noncon, somno, ps: i had to edit some words to try and get the mature label taken off :(

you were asleep when your father stumbled back into the house. it was around 2am, he was just supposed to have a couple drinks. his work buddies invited him to a bar– and he got a little carried away… he never considered himself a big drinker. so he was never able to build up that tolerance most men shamefully bragged about.

you had fallen asleep on the couch watching some show you’d been waiting to start, you did that a lot. you didn’t even hear him come in, which was a surprise due to how loud he was being. he saw you on the couch– well, he didn’t think he saw you. he thought he saw his wife, your mother. everyone did always say you two looked alike, got her genes.

he walked over to you, almost tripping over his own feet on the way there. he pulled your blanket off your sleeping body, whispering your mothers name.

you weren’t wearing any pants, just underwear, like you usually did around the house. no one was really ever there except family, so what was the harm? if anyone came over, you’d obviously put clothes on.

he slowly slid himself in between your and the cushion of the back of the couch, rubbing his throbbing ćøċķ onto the curve of your ǎşş. he was mumbling incoherent sentences, jumbles about your mother and repeated missed you’s or i love you’s.

he starts getting impatient, his ćøċķ starting to hurt from how hard it’s straining his tight pants. he hurriedly unzips his pants, and pulls down your underwear. he takes his thick ćøċķ out of his boxers, rubbing it up and down your folds.

you start to feel it, immediately stirring awake. you were never much of a heavy sleeper, it’s a miracle on how you didn’t wake up right when he walked through the door. you were confused at first, not familiar with the sensation or who could even be giving you it. your father about to fűčķ you was the last thing that would pop in your head.

it’s like he doesn’t feel you wake up, too drunk to even think about anything but himself, or see apparently. once you realize what’s happening you instantly turn your head to see who the perpetrator is, and all you see is your dads scrunched up face.

“dad?! what are you- mmff!” you begin to whisper-yell before he forcefully turns your head around and puts his hand over your mouth.

“shhhhh! you don’t want your daughter to wake up, right? our. heh, let’s make another honey. will you let me? please?” he rambles as he slowly pushes himself inside of your un-prepped pűşşŷ.

you try to yell, tell him that you aren’t your mother– because he clearly thinks you are, but his hand has your mouth shut closed. he covers your entire mouth and chin, you can’t even open it to try and bite him.

you resort to trying to push him off, but you’re just so weak and small compared to him :(. besides, you just woke up so you’re still groggy. the pathetic attempts to push him off just leads him to think that you’re playing around.

the stretch burns so bad, you weren’t mentally or physically prepared for it. you don’t think you could ever be mentally prepared for this. he’s so huge, especially his ćøċķ, it almost splits you in half.

he mumbles on about giving you, or your mother (?), another child and that’s when you really begin to panic. you know he’s gonna come inside, and there’s nothing you can do about it. you try to kick and push again but it’s useless.

cw: incest, noncon

this was the first party you’ve ever been to. you’d always wanted to go to one, but you were never the type to get invited. keeping to yourself unwillingly, too shy to be outgoing. you would always complain to your brother, suguru, about this little problem of yours. how you wanted to go to a party, get drunk, let loose, like he did.

he was getting tired of your constant whining, so he took matters into his own hands and fulfilled your dream for you. halloween was perfect. costumes, parties left and right, i mean, at your age, all you could really do for halloween with the public is party or hand out candy.

he told you to not dress ‘scary’ like you usually did. halloween parties were all about being sexy. like the good big brother he is, he picked out a costume for you. a cute little black cat costume, nothing like you’ve worn before. he just wanted to help! you didn’t think anything of it, the appropriate response was to thank him profusely.

night of the party, you wore it of course, and got more attention than you anticipated. you didn’t think you were gonna get completely ignored, but you didn’t know guys were so desperate. you just couldn’t handle it :(! sober, at least. your solution was to down shots like it was a challenge.

and.. it did work. but not so well. to just say you were a light weight would be generous. you never handled your alcohol well, what made you think tonight would be different?

you had strayed away from your brother a while ago, and it’s not like he was trying to find you. he thought you were having fun! he didn’t wanna have to monitor you all night, and he was sure you didn’t want that either.

he wasn’t trying to look for you when he saw you leaned against the counter, some guy whispering in your ear, feeling you up. he didn’t know why, but it made his blood boil.

you weren’t even paying attention to the guy, he wasn’t sure you would if you could. you were completely out of it, almost looking like you were gonna pass out. you opened your mouth to try to respond multiple times, but all that came out were jumbled up words that the man could barely hear.

suguru stormed over, taking you from the mysterious man without a word. he heard him yelling out to him, but he ultimately ignored it to focus on you.

he dragged you to an empty room, laying you down on the bed. he positioned himself on top of you, opening your mouth to pour the water from his cup into it. you swallowed some, and ended up gurgling the rest, turning your head over to push it out.

you moved a bit, he didn’t know if you were trying to reposition yourself, or you did it on purpose, but you grinded against his thigh that was in between his legs. it was just a bit, but noticeable. just enough to get suguru half-hard :(.

even though he didn’t know if it was on purpose, he wanted to give you what you might’ve subconsciously wanted. you were near unconscious anyways, if you didn’t like it it’s not like you would remember. or have the energy to fight him off. he wanted it, and you might have too. it was really a win-win situation in his eyes.

he was hesitant with pushing your little skirt that showed way too much up, bunching it up at your waist. just seeing you like that was enough to push his mind in a different state, readily pulling his dick out of the pants he was wearing. his hand slowly stroked his dick a couple times before he pushed your panties aside and slid himself into your hole.

the walls of your cunt felt so tight around his dick, almost as if it was trying to push him out. he groaned at the sensation and all you could do was whimper. you were confused, didn’t understand what was happening, why your older brother was on top of you :(.

he began to thrust inside of you, taking what he needed. he was too drunk to realize how rough he was being with you. the top of your head kept banging against the headboard at the force. you mustered up the little energy you had left to push and scratch at his chest, whimpering and whining.

he ignored you, not bothering to push your hands down, you weren’t sure if he even noticed. he was too engulfed in how you were making him feel, even though you weren’t doing anything. you just felt so tight and warm he could barely think of anything else :(

unadulterated moans strung out of his mouth, not caring about how loud he was being. anyone in 2 rooms over could probably hear him. it didn’t matter to him, the party was loud anyways. who really cared? you two barely knew anyone there. no one could ever guess you guys were related, you were in costume after all. there was nothing he had to worry about.

cw somno, fyi: boyshorts are women’s underwear. look it up for a visual

you and tomura have been dating for a bit now. and well, it takes him a long time to get out of his comfort zone. sexually. he hadn’t quite gotten there with you yet. he was putting it off, worried you wouldn’t like it or something. that it wouldn’t feel good, and you’d break up with him. his insecurities just kept swirling around his head every time you got close :( poor baby

but, he is a guy. he needs release. he usually just abuses his cock to some poor videos of girls that look like you, but lately it hadn’t been enough. yes, he got off, but it was anti climatic. if you could even say that.

he needed the real deal. his body craved you. it kept telling him that it was time, but his mind was saying otherwise. he couldn’t do it; not while you were conscious anyways.

you two had just begun sharing a bed. you begged him to, claiming it would bring you two closer. he agreed hesitantly. the arrangement was nothing like what you imagined in your head. you thought you two would be all up on each other cuddling every night. but his body was always looking as if he was about to fall off the bed, that’s how much he distanced himself from you. he didn’t wanna cuddle; didn’t wanna hurt you.

and he always fell asleep before you. i mean always. even if he was exhausted, he would always wait for you to sleep. and wake up before you. you were worried about his schedule, not sure if he was getting enough sleep. but he always brushed it off as if it wasn’t a big deal. truth is: he didn’t wanna be vulnerable around you. didn’t want you to see that side of him.

one night he was particularly pent up. particularly needy. he was trying to silently jerk off next to you– not wanting to wake you up and embarrass himself. but it just wasn’t working. usually he would be able to cum just at the thought of you doing something explicit to him, but not this time. he was confused and frustrated.

his eyes kept peeking over to you, running down the outline of your body covered by the shared blanket. he slowly pulled the blanket off your peaceful body– just to help him a little bit! revealing your body; only wearing a tank top and boyshorts. he was only gonna use the sight of you to get off, but something just washed over him once he saw you :(.

you looked so sweet and peaceful sleeping, so vulnerable. somebody could just come in here and do whatever they wanted to you, and you wouldn’t even be able to do anything about it. you were dead asleep.

he thought about it for a couple seconds. what you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you, right? i mean really, what was the harm? he would get what he wanted, and you would still be sleeping. it was a perfect arrangement; he just needed to make sure to be careful.

he hooked two of his rough fingers onto the waistband of your boyshorts, attempting to pull them down, but he couldn’t because you were on your side.

he gripped your upper arm to gently push you onto your back, careful to make sure you don’t wake up. he quietly moved his body to where he was straddling your hips, squeezing his eyes shut as the bed creaked a bit.

he then attempted to pull your underwear down again, and succeeded. he let out a shaky sigh of relief and pleasure at the sight of your glistening pussy. his hard cock throbbed and he bit his lip to keep a pathetic moan from slipping out. he spread your legs and carefully positioned himself in between them, lining his cock up at your hole.

he glanced up at your face one more time to make sure you were asleep, peacefully. you were. he was in awe at how pretty and comfortable you looked while asleep. he stared at your face as he pushed himself into you, not being able to look away from your beautiful features.

you started to stir a bit as he bottomed out, eyebrows furrowing. his breath hitched and panic creeped up to his throat, afraid that you would wake up and get mad at him. maybe even break up. he didn’t wanna think about that, and his nerves calmed once you settled back down into your sleep.

he began to softly thrust into you, not being able to go as rough as he wanted to make sure you stayed asleep. he had to bite his lip and cover his mouth to conceal the whimpers slipping past his lips :( your pussy just felt so good, so tight, and you were just so unaware of how he was violating you, it turned him on even more.

he pushed up your tank top over your breasts, and that just pushed him near the edge even more. he loved the way slightly they bounced with every small thrust he gave you. he gripped one with his large hands, careful to leave one finger off, but immediately pulled away. too hard. he settled for sucking one of your nipples into his warm mouth.

he was already close before entering you, from repeatedly trying to jerk off, so he came pretty quickly. and i mean, you don’t know if he’s had much practice, let alone any. needy boys always reach their high the fastest :(

he didn’t have time to pull out from how fast it hit him, immediately spilling his cum into your pussy, some leaking out while he was still inside. he slowly pulled his now soft dick out of your hole, and watched as his cum came rushing down your folds.

he quickly pulled your boyshorts back up, not bothering to clean you up. it might’ve been too rough, and you might’ve woken up! he couldn’t risk that. he pulled your shirt down, leaving your right where he found you. except on your back.

cw incest

you needed to learn how to kiss. and quick. a guy had just invited you over to his apartment, and you knew the least you would do is make out, but you never had before!! and you didn’t wanna tell him that, it’s so embarrassing! you were definitely old enough to have had your first kiss by now, but you always rejected men’s requests in fear of being bad. you needed to end that cycle.

you were already ready to leave the house, with just a couple minutes left to spare. your bright idea was to look up kissing videos, and just inspect how they kiss.

you sat at your desk kicking your feet with your chin resting on your palm while watching the videos on your computer, paying real close attention. even practicing on your hand! this was really important to you. maybe you should just look up some tutorials on tiktok…

your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your door smacking open with no warning, in walking your big brother, choso. you paused the video and turned around in your spinny chair, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

his eyes hit the computer screen and widened with equal embarrassment. “um, what are you watching?”

you looked back at the computer and repeatedly pressed the off button. “n-nothing! please erase that from your memory, oh my gosh!” you put your head in your hands, groaning at how awkward this whole interaction is.

“why were you watching that? don’t you need to be somewhere?” he asked, curiously. it seemed as if all of his embarrassment from catching you washed away, and he didn’t care at all. you slowly raised your head from your hands and stared at him.

“um.. i’m trying to learn how to kiss. don’t judge me!” you said nervously, not wanting to admit to your older brother that you hadn’t kissed anyone before.

“i won’t.” he said calmly. a long pause of awkward silence followed, both of you not bothering to continue the conversation. until he spoke up, “i can teach you, like, if you want.”

you looked back at him in confusion. he was really just offering that? to kiss you? he’s your brother. that’s weird. but you do really wanna impress that guy… and it’s just practice! so it doesn’t really count anyways. he just wants to help you!

you looked at the time, you still had a couple minutes left before you needed to leave. you hesitantly nodded your head, accepting his offer.

he pointed over to your bed, silently telling you to sit over there as he walked towards it. you hopped up from your chair and tip-toed over to your bed, plopping down into a sitting position next to him on your right.

he took your left hand and moved it up to the side of his neck, placing it there. “guys like when you touch them here.” he told you, and you nodded your head in understanding, keeping your hand where he placed it.

your other hand pressed into the bed, keeping you steady as he leaned in close. his head stopped right before your lips touched. “just copy what i do.”

he gave you no time to respond and immediately closed the gap between you two. his lips moved against yours fast, making it hard for you to keep up, but you did anyways. you started to realize that this wasn’t really a thing you could learn without practice. just something your mind knew how to do when it was happening, and suddenly forgetting right after.

he pulled away, a string of spit still connecting you two. “not bad. you think you know what to do now?”

you opened your mouth, your answer barely coherent. you mumbled something along the lines of a very hesitant yes.

Your writing is so good ;3

cw noncon, forced breeding

as time passes with generations, quirks mix. getting weirder, stronger. the competitions growing. hawks has a somewhat rare quirk. nobody would wanna put that to waste by just letting him breed with some silly girl with a useless quirk in the name of ‘love.’

there’s been a lot of discourse on this matter within the commission on multiple heroes, so they came up with a solution. obviously they can’t make heroes breed with each other, that’d interfere with the woman’s work. so they ended up carefully picking out people from wealthy families with compatible quirks for certain pro-heroes.

and you were paired with hawks. but you hated this arrangement. in fact, you hated this entire concept. arranged marriage is weird enough, but this? oh this is just a new level. like you weren’t even getting married it’s deadass just for breeding. why were they doing it the old school way instead of artificial insemination? why did you have to have sex? just to get thrown back to your family like a piece of trash after birthing the baby? you wondered if you would even be able to raise it.. nobody told you anything really.

you resented your parents for selling you off like this. they didn’t even need the money. made a stupid claim that they were doing it for ‘the future of hero society.’ what bullshit.

they put you through weird classes on how to behave, comply, and even intense descriptions on how sex ‘worked’ as if the room full of adults didn’t know. you had to go through multiple pelvic exams and even an ultrasound to be sure of your uteruses placement to find what the perfect position would be. as much as you hated them, you pushed through because you didn’t wanna have to repeatedly try. you didn’t wanna do this in general.

yeah, hawks was hot, that was a fact. but you didn’t love him. you didn’t even know him! the ‘night,’ as everyone referred to it, would be the first time you’d actually be meeting him. and you were not excited for that night.

you knew you had to do something. rebel against this horrible system– anything! you already thought of escaping, but where would you even go? they’d find you anywhere you went. unless you like fled the country.

maybe you’d just try to talk him out of it. make him think he doesn’t even need an heir– a legacy. no one to take his spotlight, to compare him to. and if that didn’t work, you’d just fight him off! yeah, that’s a good idea. your well thought-out plan.

then, came the long awaited night. it came quicker than you had hoped, even though you hoped it would never come. they assigned you a room to wait for hawks in after prepping you. the room was dark and gloomy, not a hint of romance anywhere. it wasn’t supposed to be romantic, strictly business they told you. but if that was true, why did they have to wax you everywhere and make sure you looked beautiful tonight? catering to the men, like always.

you sat on the edge of the bed, trembling. you were scared, for everything. you were scared to execute your plan, and even worse, if your plan didn’t work. you’d never been scared to voice your opinions, to talk back. but this wasn’t a teacher, a peer, or your family. this was the number two hero.

your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, a loud creaking noise filling the room. in stepped the dirty-blonded man, with a smile consuming his face. he was even hotter in person. but you didn’t want him, didn’t know him.

“wow, loud door, huh?” he let out a little chuckle, seemingly trying to make small talk. you didn’t reply. his mouth receded back into a line, making his way through the door into the room. he closed the door behind him, it making an ear screeching creak again.

you two stared at each other for a long while before he called out your name, and your eyes slightly widened in shock. “they told you my name?”

he let out a booming laugh at your question, in disbelief. “yeah, why wouldn’t i wanna know your name? we are about to have sex, right?”

you cringed at how straightforward he was being. you totally thought this was going to be like a non-transactional thing, and you’d never see each other ever again. then you thought about it longer, realizing how stupid that thought process was. they hadn’t told you much, anyways.

“you don’t really want to do this, right hawks? hav–“ you began, before his loud voice interrupted you.

“just call me keigo.”

you looked at him with an unreadable expression for a second before beginning your sentence again, “keigo. having a child this early, i mean, you wouldn’t have any time to care for it. you’re a busy man–“

he interrupted you. again. with a patronizing laugh. “i won’t be taking care of it, silly!”

your jaw dropped at his statement, how sure of himself he was. he was going to be a father, yes? publicly.

“will i?” a trace of fear lingering in your voice, knowing you weren’t ready for a child yet, let alone pregnancy.

a certain look took over his facial features, a look that told he was deep in thought. or at least pretending he was. “hm, i haven’t decided yet. i guess i could get your input, make you think it matters. but i don’t wanna lie to you!” he spoke in an upbeat tone, which only made his words even more offputting.

your thoughts immediately started racing, picking apart his sentence one by one. decided? so this is he decision, he has at least a little say in this? your input doesn’t matter? so the commission, and him, just get to decide your future like that? you weren’t even a hero!

he saw your worried, confused expression and sighed. “let’s just get to the point, this is clearly too much for your brain to handle. lay back and let me take over, yeah?” he ripped his jacket off, laying it on the random chair that wasn’t gonna be put to use. he then began to take off his shirt, and everything was moving so fast, too fast, you just blurted out words before even thinking.

“n-no! i don’t want to! you can’t make me.” your hands grip the sheets to try and ease your nerves, heart beating out your chest.

all he does is laugh. it’s an awkward, shocked laugh. he didn’t expect this. he thought you would comply– they told him you would. said you went through classes, taught you everything. maybe you were joking, he thought. maybe you just had a weird sense of humor.

“come on, sweetheart. don’t be difficult. here, i’ll help you. i’ll be nice.” he spoke, condescending undertones while walking over to your sitting body. he reaches out to help you take your white dress off, but you push him away.

“feisty, aren’t you?” he laughs, reaching out again to play with your hair but you smack his arm away.

“don’t touch me!” you scream at him. he looks confused, a little hurt, even.

“dovey, what’s wrong?” the stupid pet name slips off his tongue easily, burning your ears. you two just met. why is he acting like you’re about to get married?

“you knew this was coming. why are you acting like this? don’t worry, i’ll be quick.” his hands fly towards you so quickly you can barely even register it, pinning you down to the bed. he falls down with you, pressing his body right up against you so you’re stuck. can’t even arch up, can barely even wiggle.

you kick and scream at him, but it’s no use. he’s too strong, your plan wasn’t working. this was happening.

his hands push your dress up, not even bothering to pin down yours with at least one hand. all it shows you are that your useless hits mean nothing; you’re weak.

the insertion was easy. you didn’t have anything on under the dress, let alone underwear, just as they prepared you. it wasn’t hard for him to unzip his pants, a quick second that you’re sure you won’t even remember.

he slips inside of you slowly, he’s already hard. he was once he entered the room. he gives you time to adjust, being so kind even though you’re fighting him off.

he sits inside of you, not moving as he rubs his face onto your cheek.

“calm down. it’ll just hurt more if you keep fighting.” he coos at you, trying his best to be sweet even though you’re being oh so rude to him.

he starts to move, nothing rough. just rightly paced to make him cum quicker, but not enough to hurt you. he leans in, making your lips touch. you try to back away, but your head is already so far into the bed that it won’t squish down anymore.

he starts to kiss you slowly, but you cringe away and bite his lip. his head immediately flies up as does his hand so he can touch at his bleeding lips. he looks at the splint of blood that transferred from his lip to his pointer finger and looks back down at you.

his hand flies down to your jaw, pushing your head down and your jaw closed so you can’t move it. the blood from his finger smears over your cheek. “that was rude.”

he fastens his pace a little, nothing painful. he doesn’t wanna hurt you, just teach you a little lesson. his mouth moves down to your neck, baring his teeth and biting the junction between your neck and shoulder hard. you squirm at the pain, muffled screams trying to make it past your shut lips.

“doesn’t feel good, does it?” he asks rhetorically. he leans down to the bite mark and kisses it, whispering a small apology.

the sound of skin clapping fills the room, replacing your once loud screams. all that can be heard from the two of you are keigo’s breathy moans and your muffled whimpers.

his thrusts get quicker, chasing his high. he gets louder as fills you with his cum, a smile creeping up on his face. tears spill out of your eyes, and you don’t know what to think. you wanna pray to the gods that you aren’t pregnant, but you also never wanna have to go through this again.

he pulls out, and immediately stuffs you with his fingers again, making sure you don’t waste any of his precious sperms. he grabs you by the hips and lifts them up, letting gravity take its course so the sperm will travel to your womb.

“see? it wasn’t that hard now was it? you did great.” his words go in one ear and out the other as you lay there and stare at the ceiling. you hear him talking, but you can’t make out anything.