#tw.cuckolding

How did anyone with ill intent even get past the front gates and far enough down the hall not to be noticed? In such a busy building, it’d be near impossible to slip in and out undetected. And then there’s the more important question. Why?

As far as the counts have been able to confirm, no one is missing, everyone’s vital instruments have been accounted for. None of the Givers or the Supporters seem to have lost any other items either, though that’s obviously harder to confirm. You don’t go to sleep counting every piece of clothing, paper document or souvenir in your possession. Among the worried fretting of well-meaning coworkers, you’re slumped on the couch with your hands pressed over your ears like you’re physically trying to drown out the noise.

Your head falls back against the couch. Zanka’s draped onto your side like he’s trying to use his body to shield you, one arm wrapped around your back to squeeze your shoulder, and the free hand petting your temple with soft swipes off his thumb. “How’re ya feelin’?”

You let out a long sigh, too long, before nudging your face into his throat. The warmth of him isn’t doing much to soothe your headache, but it’s helpful in other ways. “Tired,” you mumble, letting the fresh scent of his soap fill your senses. “I’m angry. And worried. And I don’t get any of it.”

His face brushes against your hair as he hums in agreement, pulls you a bit closer still. He doesn’t have to say it. By the way he sways you back and forth against him, it’s obvious he’s trying. Ignoring the steady peak of discomfort that’s kept goosebumps on your neck for the last hour. He nuzzles you to his heart’s content, and you don’t mind the display a second. “I agree with ‘ya, baby. I am too.” You want sleep. It’s early, and your head is starting to throb harder by the minute. You can feel the dark circles pull under your eyes.

“We’ve checked every room twice over,” Gris’ deep voice meets the pair of you as he walks up, squatting before you to give an empathetic, worried smile. “I know it’s not much, but at the very least, you don’t have to worry about anyone hiding out anywhere.” He pats a large hand on your knee, then squeezes it. “How is she?” He asks Zanka.

“Tired. Hm, baby?” You are.

You don’t even fight the way your head drops against Zanka’s chest when he shifts to give you more room, your eyes fluttering closed. You make a vague noise of agreement, and let him situate you until you’re in his lap. The ache shifts and instinctively, you brace yourself. On the back of your eyelids the image plays like a projection in your mind.

A crouched, heavy shape lingering above your face as you shot awake in the darkness of your room. Into consciousness, letting out a panicked scream as the person bolted down the hall.

You still feel the sweat on your waxy skin at the image, the sheer terror. Gris gets onto the couch with the both of you and makes you lean off kilter. “Some rooms have been turned upside down, but yours was definitely ravaged the worst.”

“This kinda stuff is why I asked ‘ta room with ‘er before this,” Zanka says in exasperation, talking through your hair at the people around. “It’s not safe.”

It’s with a soft pat on your head that the other mentor makes his presence known. He shifts the weight of his hand from your head to Zanka’s, where he ruffles the younger man’s hair too. Enjin lets out a noise of deep thought, before also shoving himself into the couch in between you and Gris. He leans past you to playfully poke a finger into his kouhai’s chest. “Zanka, you get that we can’t just let every couple room together. S’ Corvus’ rules, kiddo.” When the brunet sighs, Enjin leans back to give you some space. “This is a place of employment at the end of the day.”

Before you can even think about it, you absentmindedly frown, and tangle your fingers with Zanka’s. “We wouldn’t be doing anything with everyone else around…” Enjin makes an unbelieving face at your statement, but you can’t be bothered to rephrase it.

If Zanka was with you, you wouldn’t have been so scared. If he was in your bed with you, you know the intruder wouldn’t have felt so comfortable staring at you while you were sleeping for however long he did. Your hairs are still standing on end, you notice. From beside you, Zanka’s fingers dig a bit deeper into your skin and settle under the edge of your shirt to keep petting you- much like a stray cat.

After a few moments of needed silence, Enjin turns his whole body to face you. His fingers slip under your chin where he forces your face up into his view and your lashes flutter.

He scans your face, your bags, smudged eyeliner from the night before. Turns you here and there for his fretting, treating you like a toddler. If it were anyone else, you’d smack them off of you— but it’s Enjin. The Enjin who brought you here without any questions or strings attached. He saved your life from that rotting dump you used to call home; and would lay his own safety down for any of you. So you dutifully let him take his time studying you, even as your eyes wander past him to the room.

Zanka’s thumbing stops, but he doesn’t say anything either. When Enjin lets you go, he nods to himself. “You’re not scared, are you?”

“No.” You melt back into your boyfriend’s side and he wraps his other arm back around your waist to pull you in.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t be, huh. Gris, Corvus, Bro and I are all here on watch.” He smiles wide, dimples showing as he pets your crown again. “You’ve got so many big, strong men here to watch out for you.” He nods. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

“Tch.” Zanka can’t take it any more, and pushes his tattooed hand off to pull you fully on top of his body, basically flattening you to his chest. “That’s fine and all, but stop touching my girlfriend. An’ I’m not gonna let anythin’ happen to ‘er.”

+

Zanka’s not been able to keep his hands off of you since that morning, be it out of worry or a renewed need to prove he’s man enough to protect you on his own. It’s basically a miracle that he can drag himself off you for long enough to press a kiss to your forehead and walk up the stairs alone. Doesn’t mean you don’t miss it as soon as it goes, though. “It won’t take long, I’ll be back soon.”

“It’s okay, take your time.” 

“I love ya’,” he whispers before heading up the stairs to his old family home two at a time, waving as he disappears. Considering the relationship he has with his family already, it’s for the better that you aren’t dragged inside their pristine halls. Some past raider girl they picked off of the street. It would only subject you to mean glares that you’re not sure you have the fortitude to withstand right now.

When you stuff your hands deep in your pockets and turn back towards the jeep, Enjin -who offered himself up a willing victim to drive- waves you over. He’s leaning against the vehicle too casually, taking the cigarette he just lit from between his lips and holding it out to you instead. You accept. Can’t knock the habit… because of Enjin. He puts a new one for himself, and blows a perfect circle of smoke into the distance. “You should try to stop. ‘S a bad habit, kiddo.”

“You’re real funny, Enjin.”

He snorts. You aren’t really listening. Your eyes flick from the foreign scenery, to the slight remnants of snow still remaining on the sidewalks, the clean air and pristine streets of Kamutari. It’s been days, but the image haunts the spaces between conversations. But there’s nothing left to say, no resolution. You can only sit and suffer.

Though it does you no good, you convince yourself you saw more than you did. Recognized something in the shadow. The sense of familiarity eats at you more than the fear.

You didn’t know them. You don’t know anyone who’d do something like that. Zanka agrees.

“...Why did you bring me to the cleaners, back then?”

Enjin looks down his shoulder at you where you come to rest your butt against the cold metal too. The cigarette burns red hot at the tip as smoke fills your lungs, and you stare at the gravel under your shoes. “You could’ve gotten rid of me. Could’ve sent me back to the raiders, or gave me over to one of those men who pay for girls in the East Ward. It would’ve been a lot easier for you.”

He thinks for a moment, then chuckles. You’re not sure what he’s laughing at. You, the situation, or himself. “You’re thankful I didn’t, right? You got right on getting Zanka wrapped around your little finger as soon as you arrived. B’sides, I know you’re as crazy about him as he is you.” He chuckles again, blowing some of the ash from his fingers. “It’s my big saviour complex.”

Your lashes flutter against the cold wind. Enjin’s so good at setting you at ease by saying absolutely nothing. He has a stunning ability to twist the truth of a situation. Considering everything, the break in was most likely because of who you are. Which means you’re putting everyone in danger, which means Corvus should kick you out onto the street if he knows what’s good for him. 

“What’s going on with you?” He questions softer, letting waves of smoke slip through his lips. He’s probably right. What a bad habit. Your mentor stares at the side of your face for long enough to draw out goosebumps on your skin.

Because you don’t find the words you need to explain what you’re feeling, you simply push your hand deeper into your jacket pocket. Enjin clicks his tongue. “Fine, whole truths then… I took you with me ‘cause I wanted to keep you. That’s all. I would’ve done it even if we weren’t strapped for givers. Stuffed you under my mattress or something. That’s not what you wanna hear, right?”

He taps the ash out onto the side of the jeep, and leans into your space ‘til you’re nose to nose.

His breath tingles your cheeks, and long, dark lashes make his golden eyes even more striking. “I’m selfish like that. You needed protecting, and I needed someone to protect… I like ‘ya.” Without any warning, no second blink or twitch or reason — he leans down to slot his mouth over yours, hot, soft lips pressing into yours. He makes you crane your neck up as he wraps two arms around your waist and picks you up from the floor too easily, still kissing you deeper. The cig falls out of your fingers onto the floor, before he puts you back down onto wobbly legs.

Your eyes stay wide open, lightheaded.

Your mouth gapes like a dead fish as your head spins. What just happened. He pulls you into his side under his arm, and moves on with another drag of his own cigarette. “Get closer, you’re freezing. C’mere. Zanka better be hurrying up, huh? His precious little girlfriend’s waiting, freezing her ass off.” The scent of him fills your lungs through the smoke where you’re pressed to his ribs, shoulders up high, and try to shake yourself out of the shock.

Don’t freak.

Don’t make it weird, don’t say anything - your mind begs.

You can’t lose this. It was basically a peck. Enjin’s always treated you like family. He looks after you like you’re an overgrown toddler.

You won’t make it weird.

+

On the drive back, you worm your fingers between Zanka’s while he’s halfway lulled to sleep. His steady breathing halts as he cracks an eye open at you, just one, as you lay yourself against his chest. Feel the way his chest rises and falls against your cheek. He buries his nose into your hair. “Anxious to get back home? This was a really long trip, I’m sorry for draggin’ ya along.” He lets out a thoughtful noise when you don’t respond.

“Still cold?”

“Who said that, Enjin?” You ask. Same Enjin who’s yawning and flicking through radio stations in the front seat, attempting to watch the road.

“Mhm.”

“I’m cold, Zanka.” You’re not sure if it's the temperature as much as it is the icy shivers running down your spine though. It leads you to cling to him a bit harder, fist your free hand into his jacket, as you nuzzle closer. Pant hot breaths against his skin and feel how your boyfriend’s body tenses. “Can I sleep in your bed tonight? Hm?” Your lips settle over his pulse, and you lay a few kisses there for good measure. “I love you.”

His one open eye becomes two, and he glances at Enjin through the rearview mirror quickly. “... Fu—ck, baby. You wan’ ta?” His hands detach from you to wrap around your thighs instead, as he hikes you higher up on his lap. “You wan’ me to let you sleep in my bed, hm? It’s been a while, y’sure?” So selfless. Always so thoughtful of what you need, first. Your hands go to his collar, one you unzip a bit to get more room to his throat, and put your mouth there as you nod. He lets out a deep breath, and nestles himself a bit further back into the car seat, letting his head drop back.

When your face is by his mouth, he leans in to kiss you. Softly, at first. Then his mouth presses harder, and he dips his tongue between your lips for a moment before gathering your hair into a ponytail in his fist, and humming. “Pretend to sleep by the time we get back,” his hips move under you to get a more comfortable angle, and his body length is pressed against you. It’s also not the only thing you can feel press against you. He softly groans, glances over your shoulder again at the driver, then pulls you in again to lay another needy kiss on your mouth. “I’ll carry you to the room, and… figure somethin’ out. Give ya whatever ya need, baby.”

+

The drive back is long enough for Zanka’s distracted petting and touching to actually put you to sleep when you close your eyes. Evidently, you only notice this when you’re awoken halfway to the room, carried bridal style through the empty halls of headquarters, and squeeze your eyes back closed. You snuggle into his ribs and hum into the touch, and he lets out a chuckle through his nose.

You feel him shift you to open the door, lets it fall closed behind him and then deposits you in the bed. When you land, you can’t help but giggle. Because of the situation of your co-housing, you don’t get nearly as much private time together as you’d like. You can’t help being all giddy now. Your cheeks feel hot, and your body’s tingling. He locks the door with a swift click. Your face is still pressed into his pillow as you splay out onto the soft bedding of Zanka’s mattress and roll onto your side in the dark. “I’m sorry I really fell asleep. It’s sexy when you carry me around, though.”

“Uhuh?”

Wait. Your eyes open—

—as large hands press your wrists to the bedding and an awfully heavy body pins you down to the bed by kneeling over your legs. Immediately, pain radiates up your limbs and your eyes pull open wide. Even though your eyes are still adjusting to the dark, the shape above you is much, much too built to be Zanka. Your heart starts rattling in your ribcage, and you open your mouth to scream, but Enjin shuts you up by kissing you.

Through the dark, you know the scent, and see his blonde lashes as they basically sweep along yours while his tongue invades your mouth. That slightly musky, woody scent, of ash and soap and coconut shampoo. You make noises and struggle hard against him, but it’s really no competition. He’s not even straining to keep you in place, only pulls back to lick his lips and pant into your face. “Shhh, shhhh, quiet. We don’t wanna wake people.”

“Get the hell off of me, Enjin- p-please, why are you here?! Zanka’s gonna come, and-” Your stressed whispering catches in your throat as tears overtake your breathing, and a pitiful squeak sounds from your throat though you don’t want it to. He squeezes your wrists tighter, but hums in agreement.

A mocking, patronizing soft hum that an exasperated parent gives their fussy child. You start worming and trying to kick just because of it, and strain against his strength to escape. Without result. “Don’t do that, you’ll hurt yourself. Aw, babygirl…” Something about the way he says it makes you so angry, thick tears start bubbling up and dropping into your boyfriend’s pillow the instant he opens his mouth again. “What are you so mad about? Ya don’t need to cry, it’s okay.”

“Let go, Enjin. You’re crossing the line.”

“Am I?” His look turns devious in the dark, staring you down with so much amusement it’s sickening. He shouldn’t be taking this much pleasure in toying with you. If this is his sick version of a joke, it’s not fucking funny. Your vision clears through the watery blinking. His big, tattooed body’s weight presses into you and forces you into the slats of the bed. He leans in close enough to be nose to nose, and his slight, lovestruck smile is creating a dimple in his cheek.

“You like being Zanka’s girl? You never wanna hurt him, right?” His mouth moves to your ear, and you can taste the smoke on his breath. “I really think you guys are too cute, y’know.”

You should scream, but the right words stick in your throat. When his warm lips slide along your cheek and wind down your throat to take more than he should, you shiver, and the grip around your wrists loosens. “S-stop messing around, Enjin. It’s not funny.”

“I want to hear you say it. Can you? Say, ‘I love my boyfriend’.” This can’t be- real. He’s your protector. The one who pulled you out of the mud and lifted you into his arms with so much confidence that you were certain nothing would ever happen to you again. That no one would ever take that spot of your shadow again. Oppressive and needy and always there. Dark and aching, but familiar. Oh.

The familiar feeling you felt — Your thoughts stop halfway through thinking it, as thick tears start rolling down your cheeks. You can’t. This can’t be happening for real. “I love, hck- love my boyfriend,” you parrot.

You don’t know why. You want to grab him by his stupid head of hair and pull until he bleeds, for doing this to you. Ruining everything. But you can’t. Your useless limbs refuse to move, as if the fear has frozen them solid. “Enjin,” you sputter instead, through tears, “I love my boyfriend. Please.” As his touch takes over you, a knee shoved between your thighs, his wandering lips sliding down your chest and nipping at your skin, there’s a weirdly distant feeling that takes over.

“I know you do, poor thing. I know.” Enjin doesn’t stop praising you. “I knew you’d cry. Scared ‘ya, didn’t I.” One hand is enough to start fiddling with your shirt and pulling it down enough to expose you to the cold, cupping your tits through your bra— one too comfortable and too flimsy to stop you from feeling exactly how his fingers slide over your nipples before he slips hands under that too. “You’re so pretty, baby love. Talk to me.” Your chest rises and falls against his groping hands. They pinch and make you squirm despite yourself. Then your pants get pulled down along with your underwear, and Enjin shifts fully off the bed to admire his work. “Fucking shit, you’re so cute. Got such a pretty, little cunt— I mean, I knew you would, but still…” 

He kneels by your side to place his chin onto your thigh and press a few kisses there, before he runs those thick, hot fingers over your pussy and pushes into your slit. His fingers are thick enough that the intrusion aches the first time, and Enjin grins when you wince at the sting. “So damn cute. Zanka’s so lucky, ain’t he. Ain’t he?”

“I want- Zanka,” you sob to no one, like the universe will hear.

At least he’s kind enough to spit before sliding in a second finger, and moving your legs aside more to make room for his hand. “Mhm, I know.” His other one lifts your arms to his neck, where he moves to hang over you again. “I hear you, baby.” Those long lashes basically brush yours when he dips to kiss your nose, then your mouth again. Your lips crack open against his mouth because of the way he slides his fingers so deep, so much deeper than you’re used to— and it fucking hurts. Bad. 

But the heat that overtakes your body feels good too, and you pant and cry against him. “Don’t worry, I don’t wanna hurt you too badly. It’s not like I hold a grudge or anything. But Zanka doesn’t know how to share, so he really leaves me no choice.” He slides his fingers in and out until you’re winding yourself up to a peak, and a wet clicking noise starts to ring out.

“No, no, no~ stop,” your tears flood your face with embarrassment, hot, pure mortification. “Please stop.”

Like he knows you won’t fight him, Enjin hums into your mouth before kissing you again. Deeply, sucking your tongue and mixing spit with yours. His three fingers slide in and out as his thumb presses your clit, and you have to squeeze your eyes closed to keep yourself from moaning. You don’t want it to, but it feels good. Better than you could ever admit to yourself. He tongues you until you’re left a whimpering mess below him, full of his fingers and spit— and Enjin can’t help but gleefully grin at the sight. “That feel good? Hm?”

You shake your head left and right as hard as you can, but your cheeks are glowing. Your body’s betraying you. You hate it. You want to say you hate him for doing this to you— so why can’t you? The blond must know you’re lying because he pulls his fingers from between your legs, and slips them into his mouth with a mean, loud smack. He sticks his tongue out to lick his lips too, making a show out of your shame. You manage to pull your legs closed when he leaves the space to stand beside the bed, but that’s all you can do.

That, and watch as he regards you with a glint in his eye. Walks over to the bathroom, and lifts his hand to the doorknob. “You’re such a sweet girlfriend, ain’t ‘ya.” Your heart falls all the way through your body to your toes. Stomach tied in a knot— as Enjin pushes open the door. And in the dim light, reveals another familiar figure. You haven’t stopped crying, but it starts with a renewed vigor as he pulls him by his collar and tosses your boyfriend onto the floor. His arms and legs bound with so many ropes it must be painful.

“Zanka!” You forget your nudity to tumble off of the bed and get beside him, and your lashes flutter a million times in an attempt to get a clear view of his face. You can’t keep eye contact with him, but start by pulling off the tape over his mouth. “I am— I-”

You’re unable to get the words out. You’re still exposed, your pussy wet and glistening, as you collapse against him where he’s propped up against the bed. And maybe it’s delusion, but you trick yourself into thinking that the wide-eyed, mortified look on his face isn’t pure disgust at you. “Zanka… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry- I love you.” He shakes his head, and mumbles something back through the gag that sounds vaguely like a reply.

Before you get the change to finish unpacking him from his cage, Enjin’s back to finish you off entirely.

“You guys are so fucking sweet.” Enjin places his large hands under your shirt to slip it over your head, and pulls your body back into him where he kneels behind you. You’re not sure when his shirt got tossed, but your cold skin gets warmed by hot, tattooed touch. “You like my present for you? See, I’m not that bad, right?” He pulls you up by your thighs until you’re up in his lap, and hooks his chin over your shoulder. “Got a good view, Zanka?” 

It’s unfair, how he pulls your legs to your chest to expose you. How his spit and fingers left your pussy a drooling, sad mess and your face is already flushed and marred with too many tears to count. They’ve dried and run down your nose and chin, and they’re shimmering on your chest now. Enjin’s deep voice blows past your shoulder with a chuckle, as he worms one hand back between your wet lips to swipe the slick up to your clit. “Gonna borrow your girlfriend for a little while. That’s alright by you, isn’t it?” Though Zanka’s eyes are wild and unfocused as he starts angrily jerking around, you can’t help but notice that he’s flushed like you are. And— “I’ve seen how you look at us, Zanka-chan. No need to lie.”

He grinds his cock against you from behind as your pussy clenches around nothing, clit tingling until it hurts to even be touches by the dry air; and Enjin clicks his tongue. “Your boyfriend’s a pervert. He likes seeing another man play with you.” Your eyes widen, as the blond lifts you and places you gentle as ever into Zanka’s covered lap instead, letting you feel the coarse fabric of his Cleaner’s uniform. Zanka’s muffled voice comes out, and you try to shift against him. But you can’t ignore the feeling. He’s hard. Zanka’s cock presses against you as he gets red in the face and squeezes his eyes closed, and you can feel just how hard he is through the layer of protection.

His head is back against the mattress as silvery tears start pooling at the corners of his eyes. You can’t help it, you wrap your arms around his neck and press your mouth over where his mouth would be if he wasn’t gagged. Your voice catches in your throat, but you force it out, however tiny and squeezed it comes. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I love you the way- you are.” When you hug your poor boyfriend tighter, Enjin takes the moment to yank your ass back until you’re in line with his hips, and he pushes the already ruined boxers down to let his cock push up against you.

Against your stupid fucking pussy that flutters too eagerly at the touch. “See, we all have a nasty little secret. Zanka likes seeing his girlfriend get used, you like getting forced down onto someone else’s cock—” He presses his chest against your back to press his lips over your ear. His fingers force the spongy head of his cock into your cunt, making it squeeze and flutter against him as your cheek brushes Zanka’s. And the blond lets out a deep sigh. “And I’ve been wanting to rape your little cunt since I got ‘ya.”

ROLEPLAY

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

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

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

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

CUCKOLDING

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

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

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

SOUND KINK

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

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

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

CONSENSUAL NONCONSENT

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

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

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

“Ra- Ran!” the sound of your moans echoed in the room, “Aah- Ra- a- an!” He kept smashing his hips—hands painfully gripping your hips. But his eyes weren't on you. Ran’s triumphant gaze was on the three men in front of him—mockingly holding eye contact with them. Kakucho, Sanzu, and Ran’s own brother, Rindou, stood before the bed. None of them were allowed to move. None of them were allowed to look away from you. Not even blink.

“Hmm,” hummed Mikey, “Ran, go deeper; looks like she’s not making enough noises,” Mikey instructed the older Haitani. He sat on a chair next to the bed. Mikey would have loved to be in Ran’s place, but someone needed to make sure Kakucho, Sanzu, and Rindou’s punishment went through. Ran’s hooded stare remained on them as he intensified his thrusts, following Mikey’s words. Your high-pitched cries made the standing men's chests tighten.

A week, they weren't allowed to touch you for a whole week. You never asked what happened nor complained since Mikey seemed furious. That was a very unusual behavior coming from the unemotional man. And today was their last day of chasteness.

However, Mikey still held a grudge against whatever had transpired with them. He had called Ran to your room; then, the three perpetrators walked in with blank faces. You didn't know what was happening. Mikey only told you to follow whatever Ran did and that everything will be okay.

The older Haitani strode in with a confident step as he yanked his tie off. Next was his shirt—buttons flew everywhere. And you jumped in surprise at his actions; the predatory look in his eyes left you numb. With renewed nervousness running in your system, you looked at the standing men, their backs pasted to the wall. Only for Ran to roughly pull you towards him, “Sorry, little lamb, but you’re not permitted to look at them,” a piece of cloth covered your eyes.

That's how you ended up here, with Ran holding your legs from behind your knees, almost folding you in half—thrusting his cock in your dripping cunt, heavy balls slapping against your skin. Your head was about to dangle from the edge of the bed. You attempted to stop that by fisting the bedsheets stained with your mixed fluids, but it didn't help. Suddenly, you felt him change the positions of his hands and grab at your legs and pull. The tip of his hard cock still inside you—you screamed. Ran had yanked you from the edge only to have your cunt clash open on his cock. Your hands flew to his chest, to stop him or to hold yourself; you weren't sure right now. Moans and grunts drowned the squelching sound of your pussy being plummeted by Ran.

At such actions transpiring on the bed, Mikey saw Sanzu shake a little. Even if it was less than an inch, Mikey saw it. The pinknette had moved, and that was against Mikey’s orders. “come here,” at his boss’s cold tone, Sanzu sprung into action—walking as fast as his feet could take him. “Kneel,” commanded the shorter man. Sanzu did as told, not questioning it for a second. Then, one of Mikey’s hands clutched Sanzu’s pink mane, making him wince in pain as Mikey forced him to crawl towards the bed. “The sight is better here, don't you think?” Said Mikey with a monotonous tone—standing next to Sanzu but still keeping an eye on the other two left in the wall.

“Yes,” Sanzu answered through gritted teeth—looking directly towards your center. The pinknette, now with pink cheeks and a growing problem in his dress pants, couldn't turn away from the sight in front of him; deep down, Sanzu didn't want to. Ran’s cock moving in and out of your clenching hole, your whimpers and whines were louder here, penetrating through his skull and traveling in his nervous system until they reached his leaking cock—wet spots began to form in his slacks.

Sanzu was mad, mad at himself, Ran, and even mad at you—you, who had changed everything he knew; he felt and wanted. A whole week of not even being able to jack off with his fist. It's been a long time since he came to these kinds of places, but not a single person out there felt like you. He had tried, but every time his dick went in someone or something, his head went straight to you—comparing, chasing a similarity to grasp and use, but nothing. Nothing compares to that pretty pussy Ran was using right now. Sanzu had acquired an exquisite test. You were that exquisite taste.

Kakucho and Rindou weren't far behind the pinknette’s train of thoughts and feelings. The only difference was that the other two were holding it in a little better. But not for long.

“Touch her clit, Ran,” at that, Ran’s finger didn't hesitate to move with Mikey’s voice. Ran began to press circles on your bud—his hips never stopping as your cries and sobs increased in intensity. You could feel someone’s breathing near your hip, but you didn't have the strength to ask who. Too lost in Ran’s touches and pumps of his hips. If you only knew Sanzu had a first-row seat for the show.

“You look so pretty taking my cock, little lamb,” Ran forgot what the whole point was, seeing the mess your soaking wet pussy was making all over his cock, “I love how you keep sucking me in,” Ran growled at your walls clenching to his words, “fuck—that cute pussy is mine, right?” A wicked grin adorned the older Haitani’s face.

“Y-yes!” you whined, “all yours!” Your sounds sent shivers through every men present. Shivers that Mikey saw and wouldn't let pass.

“Here. Now.” Mikey wasn't playing. The cold in his eyes could kill. Kakucho and Rindou moved in unison, with eyes still glued to you. Completely ignoring a drooling Sanzu kneeling—forgotten under Mikey’s hand. “Your hand on her neck,” Mikey addressed the younger Haitani. “And you,” he spoke to Kakucho, “keep her legs open,”

You felt a hand wrap around your throat, and two others brought your legs closer to your chest—stretching your hole open for Ran. From Mikey’s words, you knew they belonged to Sanzu, Rindou, or Kakucho. Their touch felt like fire on your skin; their palms were hot, burning the place where they landed.

Rindou not only felt your heartbeat and breathing on his fingertips but the vibrations of your moans and whines too. It all traveled through his arm to end on his groin; it hurt, it fucking hurt him. You had fucked him up good; all he could think about as his calloused hand squeezed your neck was you—the memories of your pretty lips surrounding his cock, your teary eyes looking up at him as you fought against the gagging feeling. Over that black cloth, he pictured those eyes of yours. Why were your open lips so close to him now?

Kakucho couldn't help but feel each and every shove that Ran delivered to your cunt. Holding your legs means he receives the movements, too, and what went through his mind didn't help. He wanted to be the one making you whine and drip. Cock so deep you would feel it up in your tummy. The more Kakucho thought about being in the one pounding your cunt; the more you felt his bruising grip on your legs.

Mikey picked up on your body signs; you were close. Ran felt it too, already accustomed with you. The trembling, the shaking, and your moans were telling them what you currently couldn't. The older Haitani moved his arm between Kakucho and Rindou to reach your mouth. His fingers made their way into your wet cavern—your tongue instantly surrounded his fingers, coating them with spit. Bringing his hand back, Ran didn't waste any time in pressing them on your clit. But Ran beat you to it. He began to feel the tension in his muscles, the too-familiar tingling sensation on his tip, the numbing of his body, and all attention on his groin. Pushing his cock to the hilt, he came inside you as he groaned. Warm walls hugging his spilling cock—hips glued to you. “Y/N, fuck,” a tremble run up his spine, “you’re a pretty little hole for my cum, fuck-” his words made you let out raspy whines in retaliation. Rindou’s constant pressure made your throat hoarse.

That last sentence gave Mikey an idea; he abruptly held Ran’s wrist to keep him from stimulating you. Stained sounds of protests left your mouth. Mikey’s eyes moved to a panting Sanzu. The pinknette just witnessed your cunt take Ran’s seeds. He knows what it feels like to fill you up; he felt his member throb at the sight of your pussy leaking that sticky white substance. “Ran, move, go clean up,” Mikey’s icy tone left no room for discussion.

“Sorry, little lamb, I owe you an orgasm, m’kay?” Ran bent to kiss your stomach as a goodbye. But you didn't register his words.

As Mikey saw Ran retreating from the room towards the bathroom, he harshly pulled Sanzu’s hair, stretching the pinknette’s neck. “Put your fingers in her, and don’t let any cum out,” Sanzu automatically moved, making you whimper as his fingers crammed your hole. “Sanzu, stick your tongue out, and your gonna leave it there as I use your head, understood?” you froze as Mikey spoke. Rindou and Kakucho, still with their hands holding you down, trembled. “Rindou, press harder. Kakucho, keep her open” that was the final phrase their Boss let out before he shoved Sanzu’s face in your cunt. You screamed in surprise as Rindou silenced you—a choking sound replaced your wails.

It was almost painful the position Kakucho restrained you in. But that didn't matter as Sanzu’s tongue kept moving over your bundle of nerves; each hard stroke Mikey made with his second in command had you shaking. The one moving Sanzu was Mikey as if the pinknette was a toy made just for eating you out. Fist on Sanzu’s mane, Mikey twisted his executive’s head, moving it up down in your center, sometimes even licking over his own fingers that still stayed warm in your cunt—drops of Ran’s cum stained his skin, and again, that didn't matter. Sanzu hummed in content at your taste, after so long, finally—finally screamed his body. However, it was not enough to fill a whole week without you. Sadly, Sanzu would take it. He would take anything you offered.

Mikey forcefully made Sanzu lap at your clit as you squirmed under Rindou and Kakucho’s hand. You were so close, it hurt. The heat pooling in your center, the tension on your nerves, the feeling of Sanzu’s wet muscle playing with your bud, and before you could reach your peak, Mikey pushed Rindou off of you. Thus making him let go of your neck, and as the rush of air hit you, that's when you saw white. All your body shook at your release, a groan from your abused throat flooded the room. Tears on the cloth as Mikey kept Sanzu on your clit. As soon as Mikey pulled Sanzu away, the pinknette licked his lips, ecstatic at your juices lingering in his mouth.

After that, Mikey ordered them to go clean up and bring something for you too. Kakucho let go of your legs, and you clamped them shut—your body still twitching from the intensity of the moment. Mikey hugged your tired form while he took off your blindfold. You snuggled towards his warmth; little pants of air fanned his neck.

“You’ll be able to touch more when your week is up,” Sanzu, Rindou, and Kakucho’s ear’s perked up at Mikey’s statement. That meant that in a couple of hours, you’d be theirs again. Their mouth watered at the revelation. The intensity of their desires made them drool. What have you done to them?

Mikey silently observed their response, not surprised at their similar reactions. A side smile appeared on Bonten’s boss.

They were like starvest beasts, waiting for their prey to lower its guard and pounce on it. And just like cinderella—as soon as the clock hit midnight, they would be free of their spell. Your exhausted form rested in bed, tired from all that occurred—sleepiness almost taking over you.

Through the earbuds, he didn’t have the game volume on high which allowed him to hear noises from your room — beside him. Pausing the game, he took out one bud to listen in on what you were doing, hearing the creaking of your mattress and your voice — along with Osamu’s. Curiosity peaked when he heard his brother, curious to see what you two were talking about so late.

“You have to be quiet, ‘Samu,” your hushed voice said, your next sentence almost breathless. “‘Tsumu is next to me, y’know,”

“He sleeps like a log, won’t even budge awake. I made sure he was ‘sleep before I came in. No light at all, we’re fine,” Osamu says, small pauses in between as if he was using his mouth for something else. Atsumu completely stopped the video, turning his phone off completely as to not alert them he was indeed awake. Your breathless moans filled in the silence after Osamu finished speaking, leading Atsumu to one conclusion:

You and Osamu were fucking, or we’re about to.

Now, Atsumu can’t be too upset, knowing he’s often listened in on you masturbating yourself, wondering how you’d react to him joining you or sliding hints he knew what you did in your room when you thought he was tuned into a match. He didn’t know you would turn to Osamu when he slept, but now he’s glad for a sleepless night. Unable to hold back, he pulls down the waistband of his sweats and boxers, finding himself hard just by thinking of you and Osamu. Well, it could be you and him, but that would require him to act on his sinful desires. He had come to accept his fate on the sidelines, wishing he was every boyfriend you ever had. Did you fuck Osamu behind their backs, too? How much time has Atsumu spent wallowing in his desires, thinking nothing would come of it, while you spent your time with your other brother?

A sharp moan comes from you, snapping him from his thoughts, before your noises are muffled, hushed whispers from Osamu. Atsumu can’t hold himself back, shoving a pillow against his chest and biting down on it, shuffling close enough to the wall he can hear your bed whining under Osamu’s weight. Wrapping one hand around his cock, he closes his eyes to try and imagine just what is going on beyond the wall.

Your moans are still soft, probably due to your own hand and willpower keeping them down, perhaps one hand in Osamu’s hair as he peppers kisses along your body. He wonders what you’d taste like, would you be as sweet as he hoped you’d be? Mewl as sweetly as he imagined? With no holds barred, he could imagine you in a pretty white gown, moaning so sweetly as he wrapped his lips around your clit, fingers rubbing against your sensitive walls. Another muffled squeal comes from you, Atsumu’s hand moving faster as he imagines you sounding like that as if he was entering you, deflowering you as he always imagined he would.

Would you still turn to Osamu if you were betrothed to Atsumu? Would you prefer Osamu over Atsumu?

Atsumu can hear your moans get higher and louder, only to be muffled as Osamu’s groans mingle with them. He curses his brother for covering up your noises, but he falls back into his mind, imaging he’s the one fucking you. Your legs would probably wrap around his waist, tugging his closer as he gets closer to finishing. It’s almost too hot for him, hand rubbing the red skin as he finishes, white semen dribbling down his cock and covering his pillow — which is white, thankfully. He imagines you came as well, hearing pants and wet, loud kisses coming from the two of you, basking in the afterglow.

Even as he sits there, dirty tissues in his trash can, even as he hears Osamu leave you with a “I’ll be back tomorrow, baby,” he can’t bring himself to let you know. He’s not like Osamu, he’s not glutton for anything he can get. Atsumu has too much pride to go to you; instead, he’ll wait up tomorrow to see how you sound. His imagination will do the rest.

How were you supposed to know it was for a demon?

Your friend dared you to say some spell she found in her grandma’s things. At first, nothing happened… not until you were laying in bed about to fall asleep.

A dark shadow raised in the corner of your room; it stood tall and began to shift in your direction slowly; you couldn’t move your body, and your voice was gone. It crawled on your bed but still, his form wasn’t anything your brain could make sense of. The mass of darkness consumed your trembling body.

Time ticket slower than usual. When it got on top of you, somehow, the blackness that surrounded it was lifted like a veil. You saw an extremely handsome man, probably in his early twenties, with pink strands surrounding his exquisite face and glowing blue eyes that seemed to pierce your soul; a cold shiver ran down your spine as you stared back at them.

What caught your attention was two scars on the corners of his lips. The man cleared his throat and broke you out of your trance.

“Such a disgusting little human, summoning me for what? Nightly pleasures?” his voice was deep, alluring, making your body react to him as if you didn't have control of your senses. His hands ventured over your sides, not with the delicacy of a lover but with hunger, desperation. You started to shake in fear.

What’s going on?! you internally screamed.

Feeling your rejection of his advances, he stopped but not before whispering something that left you cold in your sheets.

“Y/N is your name, right?” you slowly nodded, “Okay then Y/N, you should know that by now I’m your owner? You belong to me and only me. The roles would be different if you had known my name before I knew yours, but sadly for you, I got yours first.”

You opened your mouth, about to say something, when his fingers clutched your tongue out of nowhere, “I wasn’t done talking. As I said, it’s truly a misfortune, I am now your master, and you are my pet for feeding purposes… After all, a demon’s gotta eat.”

With a creepy smile on his face, the demon fastly moved to your neck and bit it hard. Your sight got blurry from the tears of pain caused by his teeth breaking your skin; you tried to push back, but the more you fought, the more he deepened the bite, encrusting his pointy canines until he felt the sugary feeling of your blood against his tongue. The pink-haired individual grunted at the flavor of an untouched flower. After some time, he ended it with a lick on the spot he had marked you with.

Standing up and looking down at your trembling form, he marveled at his job, “See you later, Y/N. Oh, I almost forgot. The name’s Sanzu,” with a wicked grin, he continued, “Sleep well and wait for me in your dreams,” then he disappeared, leaving a crying mess on the bed that once was a cheerful girl.

-

It’s been months since Sanzu entered your life, he came every night and used you as he pleased. Orgasm after orgasm, screams, and moans until you were left dry and almost lifeless in your dreams. Waking up tired, sticky, and with marks of red and purple all over your skin. Unaware that Sanzu stood in a corner observing his work of art, you looked beautiful in his eyes. He wasn’t gonna end your life soon, he decided. He wanted you for life, never had the demon felt so much pleasure with a human. He felt dirty for coupling so many times with a mare human but you were his personal drug. His obsession.

-

October 31 is when the contract could be broken. Your only chance to be free, your life has been a mess since Sanzu stepped foot in it. All men or women that even looked at you in the wrong way ended up dead, you couldn’t begin to describe how those that wanted something more from you were now.

So you did what you had to. There is a group of warlocks on the outskirts of town, they served some kind of dragon spirit and were feared by most, but you were more scared of your life than some rumors surrounding a couple of men in black.

The brothers that opened the door were young, not what you would except from the stories you’ve heard of them. Dark lines adorned their arms and uncovered chests with a spider-like pattern. It seemed like where one tattoo ended in one brother's skin; it continued in the other. You learned their names, Rindou and Ran Haitani. You also explained everything to the brothers, how you met the pink-haired demon, how he used you, and how much you sought freedom.

Somehow, the only solution they could find for your dilemma was extremely dangerous and kind of shocking to you. But the thing that shocked you the most is that they knew the incubus full name, Sanzu Haruchiyo. The Haitani brothers agreed on helping you; with all your excitement for a chance of freedom, you forgot to ask why.

Ran, the eldest twin, began to explain what was needed for you to be free. “Y/N, for an incubus demon of Sanzu’s caliber to release a pray, the pray needs to perform sexual intercourses in front of the said demon, to show that you are no longer in need of him and that another can fulfill your needs,” he stopped to take a breath. Still, he seemed hesitant, “You need to find someone that won’t be faced by Sanzu since he will most likely appear to fight off the thread on his ‘territory,’ do you understand?”

Someone…? Who in their right mind would say yes to that? you thought.

Sensing your distress, Rindou intervened. “I can do it. I mean, any of us,” he motioned between Ran and him, “can do it. We know how to deal with their kind, and a protection spell should work long enough until we finish.”

“Rindou, you’ll need a second person there for the spell if you’ll be assisting Y/N here.” The short-haired brother scratched his head, trying to find the right words, “I can perform the spell as you and Y/N get busy,”

“Ran, please just say it. SEX.” Both you and his older brother blushed at his blunt words. Ran was just trying to make you feel less uncomfortable, but the dumbass of his brother had to open his mouth. The older Haitani threw a glare towards his younger sibling, making him realize his misstep, “I mean, if that’s okay with you, Y/N?”

Blinking a couple of times, you finally comprehended what his question meant. “Y-yeah, I think we should do it. I need to get my life back.”  Desperation no longer was present in your eyes, but they were now full of hope.

-

The day finally arrived, you gave the twins access to your house in case Sanzu was there before you could get home. Entering your house, there was a loud bang and you feared the worst. Running straight to your bedroom, you saw Rindou on top of Ran in some kind of wrestling match.

“Excuse me? Hmmm… Guys?” they still haven’t noticed your presence nor your words.

“You idiot! I thought it was clear I am the one who’s gonna do it!”

“Rindou, you piece of trash! Stop being such a narcissist! What if Y/N wants me instead?” Both figures rolling on the floor didn’t hesitate to throw spells that began to bounce on the walls and go everywhere.

“OKAY! THAT’S ENOUGH!” you screamed as you ducked a green sparkling ball of light coming your way. “What are you two doing?”

“Y/N?!” the two let out at the same time, surprised that they didn’t even hear you come in.

You strode to the bed and calmly sat down, patting beside you for any of them to join you. With a deep breath, you tried to illustrate your thoughts, “Don’t get me wrong, Ran, you are very,  extremely good looking,” a small laugh left your lips, “I would love if… We… You know… Did have sex, but I’ve been mentally preparing myself to this day and… I guess I pictured Rindou in my head since it’s what we agreed on.” you explained.

Surprisingly, the one who sat beside you as you spoke was Rindou, and you could feel him vibrate in excitement. “Told ya,” did he just stick his tongue out to his brother?

Ran, being used to his brother antics, ignored it, “Y/N, I understand, but-” without finishing his sentence, he moved, and in a flash, he had you caged in between the bed and his chest, his lips against the shell of your ear as he whispered, “If you change your mind even in the last minute… We’ll gladly swap places, right Rindou?”

The younger Haitani growled out of the blue, making you jump in fright and bump chest to chest with his brother. Ran chuckled in amazement at his little brother’s reaction.

“Ya, that’s it. Let’s start. We don’t want a snarling demon in our necks and we are not even halfway there.” said an annoyed Rindou.

Both brothers began to prepare the spell, and your place was filled with strange patterns and rings that, once drawn by them, those symbols disappeared into the surface. Seeing it as an opportunity to get ready, you walked up to the bathroom and began to undress. Finally, with no other clothing item on your body, you took a robe and joined the Haitani brothers in your bedroom once again.

Looking up, Rindou was already shirtless and eagerly waiting in bed. There was some type of energy buzzing around him, but you chose to ignore it. Rindou, as impatient as always, grabbed your wrist and yanked you to him. He took hold of your cheeks and slowly guided your lips to his, but before joining them to his, he stuck his tongue out and gave a tentative lick to your bottom lip causing you to release an almost silent squeak in surprise. A twinkle of mischief shone in his purple orbs.

The moment you tasted him, It was like Rindou had ignited a fire that burned both of your beings; he executed what he came to do flawlessly. His mouth brawled with yours and his tongue broke into your wet cavern. Rindou was devouring you, sucking on your tongue, and messing up the little gloss you had applied earlier today. Feeling one of his hands snuck into the back of your head and press even harder your face to his, in attempts to deepen the kiss.

When you parted from him in search of air, there was a strange purple glint in his eyes that reminded you of Sanzu’s glowing blue ones, but you still kept ignoring all the alarms in your head. You continued, being fully aware that Sanzu would be home in any second and time was playing against you.

Rindou also noticed the change in the atmosphere, as if something darker was approaching. He cursed under his breath, wishing he could have more time to enjoy you, every piece of you. Glancing at Ran and giving him a nod signaling that he could proceed and that he should be ready to fight an extremely jealous raging demon.

Not wasting any more time, Rindou tore your robe apart and went straight down to your already dripping cunt; giving a tentative lick, he got you arching your back and whimpering for more. You looked down at Rindou, and there was it again… That weird look in his eyes, but all thoughts evaporated when suddenly the room temperature radically dropped, and a blackened figure stood in a corner.

“Shit.” both Brothers cursed.

“What the fuck are you two, bastards, thinking of doing with my pet?” Sanzu’s strong voice resonated in the room, making pictures and different items crash to the floor.

“Oh? Me? Nothing… Yet. It’s just Rindou helping that poor human girl that couldn’t be satisfied properly… What a shame, you know? She even summoned an incubus and guess what? That worthless demon didn’t help much either.” said Ran with a smirk on his face. “Wait! That was you, right?” Sanzu was livid, how dare those two lowly spawns address him like that.

Your moans made Sanzu turn his head back to you and what he saw made his blood boil. Rindou was thoroughly eating you out. From the position you were sprawled in bed, Sanzu had a clear view of Rindou’s tongue movements inside your cunt, playing with your throbbing bud as his fingers went in and out of your glistening hole. The grip you had on the younger haitani’s hairs didn’t help much either since Sanzu saw how you kept bringing Rindou closer and closer to you.

Roaring in rage, Sanzu tried to step in, only to be stopped by an invisible wall. “Sanzu!” said Ran’s sing-song voice, “You thought we would let you ruin our fun so fast?”

Sanzu didn’t even register Ran’s tauntings. He was focused on the purple head between your legs and his advances on you. Rindou was tainting what belonged to him and only him. Sanzu saw Rindou taking off his last pieces of clothing and began to line up the tip of his cock to your entrance.

“You piece of shit, take your dirty hands off of her or me-“

“You what? Last time I checked I’m here and you there. Shut up Sanzu and enjoy the show,” With that, Rindou shoved his pulsating cock to the hilt, making you claw at his back and whine from the sting. Sanzu never stopped his trashing and roaring behind the invisible wall Ran kept up.

As for Rindou, he was doing you wonderfully, almost making you forget why you were doing this to begin with. He kept on thrusting relentlessly against you, making you scream out his name as the bed squeaked under the strength he applied to his movements.

The incubus demon had just enough of your shit show. Taking a few seconds to concentrate, he managed to slip a hand through the wall, in a flash he held Ran’s neck between his fingers and snapped it like it was nothing. One brother down, the wall was no longer in the way, and Sanzu took the chance to approach the bed and its two occupants.

Rindou had his head busy with one of your nipples as his hips and cock worked really well with your soft spot. He didn’t notice the menacing figure behind him. Sanzu was feral, wanting blood for what was done to him. Claws replaced his fingers—with inhuman strength; Sanzu held Rindou from the nape of his neck and yanked the younger Haitani away from you.

Blood dripped from the wounds now freshly made on Rindou. Sensing that they had misjudged the force that was Sanzu Haruchiyo, Rindou took his lifeless brother and puffed out of the room.

You were trembling on the mattress. Sanzu retracted his claws and made his way to you, with one arm he picked your naked form and sat on the bed with you on his lap, still wet from your previous encounter. Tears run down your reddened cheeks from fear and hopelessness, but Sanzu didn’t care, he even liked the sight of your wet eyelashes fluttering in distress.

“You know pet,” he began to speak as his lips kissed every tear your eyes offered, “I forgive you,” he continued to lick and suck patches of your skin that had tears on it, “But I must clean you from that lowly scum demon,”

At his statement, confused, you tried to speak. “Master Sanzu, I-” he pressed a thumb on top of your tongue, halting your speech, “Pet, I know you were tricked. That’s what those two are good for, tricking little naive things like you.” His face was so close now that you could feel his long lashes caressing your cheek, “But maybe they are right in one thing, I’ve been neglecting my dumb little human girl,” he said as his grip on your sides tightened, thus making you squirm on his lap. “Now that I think about it, I’ve never visited you in your realm… All our ‘encounters’ have been here,” he tapped your forehead. “I think it’s time to stake my claim on you, pet.”

With little to no effort, Sanzu got you on your back, legs wide open for him. You didn’t resist, compared to your foggy dreams, this somehow… felt right. Stroking his thick cock, he slapped your folds in a teasing manner, earning sobs from you. He knew you were already stretched enough so he rammed his long shaft into your slit. With one arm under your back, hoisting your hips up a little, Sanzu kept on thrusting, forcefully hitting that one spot again and again.

You were a mess of drool and moans, howling at every move of his hips. No longer thinking straight, you screamed his name, but sadly that abruptly stopped his movements. With a grunt from Sanzu, he asked you to repeat it, and you did it. Once, twice, again and again, as he went back to the animalistic pace, he had set before.

“Tell me, Y/N, who do you belong to?” he murmured against your temple. Once he heard his full name leave your swollen lips, he let a feral side take over. Biting your neck, shoulders, first one side, then the other. Then advancing to your chest, Sanzu harshly sucked your nipples, even holding them in between his teeth. You were crying from the pleasure he gave in each action, sobbing and whimpering his name syllable per syllable.

A scolding pressure began to build up in your lower belly, and in between heavy breathing, you tried to tell Sanzu you were close; not a single coherent sound left you other than his name.

He understood, knowing your peak was near, he pinched your clit as his mouth hovered yours. You were coming hard; a loud cry was set free from your throat. Sanzu took the opportunity to take what he needed from you as you came. You felt his mouth breathe in something from you, but it felt heavenly.

With new strength, Sanzu somehow managed to make his thrust even deeper and heavier. You could hear him grunt the word ‘mine’ in each thrust and in no time he was groaning on your neck as he painted your insides with burning white strings.

He moved to the side as you spoke, “Master Sanzu, did you feed?” you were slowly recovering your breathing.

“Yes, an incubus feeds every time it has sexual intercourse with a human,” Sanzu dropped an arm around your naked form, bringing you close to him.

His action caused you to notice how hard he still was, but resting wasn’t in Sanzu’s plan at all. He snuggled a hand in between your legs, opening your folds so he could let his fingers wander. Lifting one of your legs, still in a spooning position, Sanzu inserted his cock as you whimpered from how sensitive you were from the previous orgasms.

Leaving a trail of wet kisses from your back, crossing your shoulder, and ending in your earlobe. “Let’s see how many times can you come around my cock, I adore how you clutch around me when you come so… Indulge me, Pet.”

Throaty moans left you as your body tried to escape the overwhelming sensation, but it was as if you were glued to Sanzu. No matter how much you trashed, you didn’t want to leave his side. And to be honest, you really didn’t want to. Although the abuse to your clit made your body move on its own.

He kept playing with your clit, loving how every time you came, his cock rejoiced in the warm grip inside you. With the last orgasm he provided you, Sanzu saw you spasming as you gushed your juices everywhere. You were about to pass out, but he was still very much awake inside you.

-

Meanwhile, within the dragon demon household, Kokonoi was patching up the twins as Kakucho furiously approached them.

“Why? Just tell me why would you two pick a fight with Sanzu? Out of all the demons we share a realm with.”

“Kakucho, we can explain-” Ran, who was the first one Kokonoi attended, tried to talk to the demon in charge of their household.

“No, Ran! Kakucho, listen,” Rindou began, “you don’t understand. At first, it was out of pure and simple need to fuck that incubus idiot and take her pet for a while. Still, the moment you taste her… Y/N… She’s…” the crazed look in his eyes told Kakucho what he needed to know and suspected since he stepped in the room.

“Interesting… Very interesting…” Kakucho also noticed the peculiar smell coming from Rindou, “Y/N, right?” both brothers nodded, “What an interesting girl you two found….”

When Kokonoi moved from Ran to Rindou, he took a deep breath. Kokonoi was also able to notice a delicious smell… And that came from a female human? He couldn’t believe it.

“Kakucho, are we going-” Kokonoi didn’t even need to finish the whole phrase.

“Yes, indeed we are.”

-

Later that day

“Say, Ran…”

“yeah, Rindou”

With your heart pounding in your ears, you tried to keep yourself from falling as you ran down the dim hall, turning as Hinata did. Both of you ended up finding a room with a bunch of overturned bedding and medical instruments, so you both hid in different places, him the cupboard and you behind the door. As you forced yourself to breath quietly, you heard the voice of the man hunting you both down.

Iwaizumi Hajime.

A piece of paper found when you had arrived listed several past asylums patients, with faces scribbled on or shredded over, but you managed to see the face and name of one of them. Iwaizumi was easily recognized by you after you witnessed him and another man gorging on your friend, twitching as he was eaten alive and strapped. In a classic move, another friend screamed and alerted them, so everyone was forced to survive the rainstorm inside a decrepit building with two murderers on the loose.

Heavy footsteps passed by the room you two were in, only stopping for a moment as you held your breath. You saw his shadow and a flashlight enter the room, but then they both left. Waiting for the footsteps to disappear, Hinata left the cabinet he was in. “Come on, let’s leave,” he whispers, encouraging you to come out. “The storm is probably almost over,”

“And if it isn’t?”

“It’s better than this,” he pointedly looks towards the open door. Had anyone passed by, you’d both be dead. “I promise I’ll get us out of here,” he promises, even holding a pinkie finger. You nod, sealing the promise with your own finger. With a quick kiss on your lips, he’s pulling you up and out of the room, checking before heading in the opposite direction of Iwaizumi. There’s another man to worry about, but he’s loud when he finds his prey, encouraging them to run, so your only real concern is Iwaizumi.

The way in isn’t an option to leave, since it’s been boobytrapped, as learned through Hinata’s friend. The only way is through the back door in the gymnasium, which is where everything began. Creeping in, it’s lit well enough for you both to silently walk through, passing the pool of dried blood from the first victim of the night. Gagging, you have to force yourself to look from the scene when you notice body parts scattered around the area. Getting to the end is long, but you both feel relaxed when you don’t hear anything and end up at the door, ready to get to freedom.

That thought is short when the open doors reveal a drenched, but grinning, Iwaizumi who quickly stabs his machete into Hinata, who was in front of you. Instead of hanging back, you bolt to leave the room, only to fall as your leg gets sliced off, your blood revealing an invisible fish line. Then is when the other one comes out, waving at you with a smile on his face while you scream in agony. “You both did well, hiding for so long. I’d have let you go if you hid until the sun came up,” Iwaizumi says, a slow clap as he kicks Hinata, who’s on the ground as he struggles to pull out the blade. “You’ll die, you know? Wouldn’t want—” he puts his foot on the handle, shoving it in deeper until it’s out Hinata’s back, “—you to die,”

The agonizing scream from Hinata has you turning to try and crawl towards him, reaching out, but you’re held back. “Wouldn’t do that if I were you. Don’t need you slicing yourself before your boyfriend’s eyes, do you?” The man says, moving you to sit properly. The pressure on your fresh wound has you screaming and squirming, but a knife to your throat has them turning into sobs. Unfortunately, Iwaizumi doesn’t seem like playing with Hinata right now.

“Bokuto, change spots. I want him to watch,” is all he says, but it’s enough to have your blood turning ice cold. Bokuto nods, letting you fall against the tile as he kicks your boyfriend to his side, keeping his head facing your body as Iwaizumi stands over you. When he kneels, you attempt to kick him away, but a strong grip right in your bloody flesh has you screaming again, tears flowing even heavier. “Wouldn’t do that, either. It’s a shame I’ll have to kill you. We could’ve let you join us, you know?” As he talks, his hands, bloody, roam over your body until they’re pulling down your pants. More squirming gets him to retrieve his own knife, brandishing it against your chest. “Just sit back and take it. You’ll die either way.”

Despite his warning, he doesn’t seem to be too bothered by your struggles and wails, perhaps enjoying the fear he strikes into you. In fact, when your struggles lessen and you do end up accepting your fate, blurry eyes barely registering his movements, he forces more pain. Stabbing his knife into your stomach has you jerking, moving to lick him with your other leg that has him switching his target, getting your blood all over his clothes. Your throat is hoarse from the screaming you’ve done, them more sobs and whimpers, but the screams that pierce the room are Hinata’s, who’s head is forced to face you.

“Even in death, you two can be together. Isn’t that nice?” Bokuto asks, using his fingers to give Hinata a smile. “You should be a bit more grateful you’re able to see them anymore,” he coos, a mocking tone that has angry tears streaming down Hinata’s face. He can’t do anything, not even when Bokuto’s knife is handed to Iwaizumi. Bokuto simply reaches into his pocket and pulls out a coil of barbed wire, the sharp thorns pricking his flesh that doesn’t seem to bother him.

Using the extra knife, Iwaizumi uses the jagged edge to rip into your other leg, practically rendering it useless as he cuts into the artery in it. Once he’s put it out of commission, he uses both knife to immobilize your arms, slashing the nerves and preventing you from pulling out the blades. Completely helpless, all you can do is feel as he pulls your pants off enough for him to push your legs up, exposing your sex to him. You’re dry as can be and can only expect him to go in with the idea of giving you more pain, but he decides to take some pity on you, digging his fingers in your leg wounds and slathering your blood on your thighs and genitals, until it’s a gooey mess.

It hurts, but it’s bearable after the suffering he’s already put you through. All it takes is a few globs of your blood over your hole for him to deem it decent, pushing the tip of his hardened cock into you. The stretch is almost worse than the violence everywhere else, but it’s bearable over the agonizing screaming from Hinata, only to hear it almost immediately silenced. Turning your head, you find it in you to scream, but not reach out, as your eyes watch Bokuto using the barbed wire to dig into Hinata’s neck, small trails of blood flowing from the wounds. He can’t even get some time to breathe, only scratching at wire that splits and damages his fingertips, all while you can only watch in horror as his life fades with each second. A stab into your side has your attention back to the man inside of you, your fingers unable to twitch as you can only gasp from the pain.

Despite blood loss and wounds, you only have a small headache and are completely aware of him moving inside of you. Removing the blade from you, he makes a show of licking your fresh blood off the blade as he moves even faster. “I usually do a better job as a partner, but I can make do,” he grunts, dragging his cock against your raw walls. The blood he used to act as lube is useless, him moving in and out of your completely dry walls, making a burning sting erupt from them, only worsened with each thrust. In almost no time at all, he’s letting out a low moan as he pushes your legs even further into your chest, making it harder to breathe. A few more slaps of his skin to yours and your eyes are rolling as you feel him fill you up, a low groan as he bucks his hips even further into you, making sure it’s deep inside.

Pulling out, you feel his cum ooze out of you as your legs lay limp. Hinata is still breathing, having witnessed Iwaizumi finish inside of you as tears and blood are streamed down his face and onto the floor, bloody finger trails under him. It’s a pitiful scene, but it’s not over until you’re dead, after all. You watch as Bokuto and Iwaizumi do rock-paper-scissors, with Bokuto winning. His win results in you once more watching as he strangles Hinata with the barbed wire, digging in even more to the skin as Hinata’s eyes bulge from his head. With a horrified gasp from you, with wide eyes, you watch as Bokuto’s arms flex and Hinata’s body goes limp, blood spewing out from his neck onto you.

A scream leaves your throat, despite how hoarse, but it’s silenced when you feel some blunt and sharp teeth digging into your flesh. With a strong enough jaw, Iwaizumi completely snaps through your throat, ripping it from your body as you also go limp, everything going black.