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Gaslighter male manipulator valarr raping you until you break and cave in and accept you actually enjoyed it and were consenting all along

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đŠč content: sub!reader, implied squirting, slight dumbification, a bit of worship, fingering, degradation, blackmail, humiliation, coercion, unprotected sex, creampie, virginity loss, mention of mindbreak, breeding kink, choking, oral sex (f! & m!), face fucking, foursome, marking, finger sucking,hints of pet play, dark content, overstimulation, implied dacryphilia, corruption kink, cum play, mention of tummy bulge.
đŠč pairings: haitani brothers x virgin!fem!reader x sanzu haruchiyo.
á„«áĄ. request. | part II.
â Any questions? â Y/N asked turning to the classroom nervously, it was the first time that the whole class was silent after a long lesson that seemed to have lasted three hours even though not even 45 minutes had passed. â If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask, that's exactly why I'm here.
Scanning the classroom full of people a bit younger than you, yours eyes noticed some nodding their heads in agreement with what you said and others simply finishing writing down whatever notes they would have taken during the class and about it.
â You all are dismissed, dears. â You spoke loudly before getting ready to gather your things on the spacious table reserved for the teachers who eventually taught in that room.
It was lunchtime and since you were a new teacher at the university with no aptitude for making friends quickly, the chance that you would have lunch alone again today at some restaurant around the university grounds was practically one hundred percent. The older professors just looked you in the face to give you some tips on how to deal with rooms that are either too crowded or too empty, no middle ground, and you also didn't want to look like an abandoned dog going to ask some group of professors if you could have lunch with them. And honestly, you wanted to eat in peace. Peace is precisely the only thing you wanted after a stressful week of things that were not even consequences of your actions.
From the beginning of the week these three guys had started to get on your nerves, and you were too kind and naive to disperse their onslaughts, so it wasn't hard to see them following you around the streets and occasionally asking you to get into the car that belonged to one of them. A minute around those three seemed like an eternity of torture for you, and they seemed to enjoy themselves too much by saying dirty, lewd things while looking at you with cocky smiles only to see you look away in embarrassment and falter in your own voice. It was exhausting, stressful.
As you finished packing up your things and left the room without looking back, you walked down the wide, airy corridors of the different floors of the university with the intention of reaching the faculty lounge to put your things away and pick up your wallet on the first floor. Yours eyes focused on an open window and then went to check if the air-conditioning system was on. It was, so, not to waste him unnecessarily, you went to close the window and your brow furrowed as soon as your attention fell on a pink-haired man with scars at the corners of his lips that were still fresh in your memory. "Oh, no... not again, until today?", you thought taking a deep breath as you looked away and saw the two tall men with lilac hair and purplish eyes. As you look again at the man with the pink mullet, you are confronted with an amused smile decorating his lips and see him waving his hand in your direction.
Without answering anything back, you just turn away from the window, finish closing it nervously, grab your wallet and leave the university lounge almost in a hurry to get to the exit. Fixing the black pencil skirt around your waist as soon as your feet left the building, you left walking down the street without looking around, with your head down, and not wanting to pay attention to your surroundings.
â Are we in a hurry today, princess? â You felt your head hit something soft and almost lost your balance being held in each arm by Rindou and Ran, and as looked up, you found yourself standing in front of Haruchiyo's chest with the same amused smile as before.
â S-Somewhat, to be honest. â Y/N said regaining her balance and turning away from Haruchiyo.
â Oh, really? â Haruchiyo glanced down at her clothes and raised his eyebrows as if to say he liked what he saw. â You look more beautiful today, what have you done differently?
â Can I just... have lunch alone today, please? â You felt a heavy arm pass through your arms, and when you looked away you bumped into Rindou.
â Why don't we have lunch together? Where do you want to eat?
â I-I said "aloneâ. â Your shoulders shrugged as soon as Haruchiyo leaned toward you with one eyebrow arched.
â Don't you enjoy our company, princess? â You looked at him with your breath caught in your throat, not knowing what or how to answer.
â I-I like it, but... but I'd rather have lunch alone, that's all.
â You're such a persistent girl. â It was the first time Ran had spoken that day. â Even when we are so nice to you, you still try to keep us away from you, isn't that kind of mean?
â So mean. â Haruchiyo answered, and you inevitably started looking for someone walking down the street who could help you out of that situation, and no one even seemed to look at you.
And then you inevitably felt your eyes slowly fill with tears just because the situation seemed hopeless and more suffocating and stressful than usual, especially when Ran slid one of his hands up the sides of your body, caressing your waist, moving slowly down your hips and lodging just above where the hem of your skirt began, threatening to push it up with his slender fingertips.
â Why don't you get in the car? â Rindou leaned over to brush his lips against your earlobe. â You know that "no" is not a good enough answer, right?
â You'll love spending time with us. â Sanzu remarked, turning his back on you and walking to where his car was parked.
Eventually you were shyly walking to the car as well and watching Ran open the back seat door while Rindou was already getting inside the car and the older brother was holding the door for you, at this you looked at Haruchiyo sitting in the driver's seat staring at you through the open window beside the passenger seat.
â Can I⊠â The three of them looked at you and yours shoulders suddenly shrugged. â Can I ride in the passenger seat?
â But they will take such good care of you, princess. â Haruchiyo answered you, and you knew there was no way he would let you ride up front with him.
Soon you were sitting between Ran and Rindou with your back sunk against the soft seat back of Sanzu's automobile, who didn't take long to turn the key in the ignition and drive off to whatever final destination the three of them were taking you to. The car was silent and you didn't dare raise your face enough to face Haruchiyo in the rearview mirror or one of the two brothers on the sides, but as the four of you passed through your own neighborhood and as soon as you noticed how far away your workplace was getting, you said:
â I still have class to teach in the afternoon today and....
â Oh, yes, yours classes. â Rindou interrupted you with a hand resting on one of your knees. â How were yours first two weeks on the job? â You frowned at him, how did he know that you had only been working for less than a month?
â How do you⊠â Before you could finish speaking, your other thigh felt fingers snaking across the skin of your other knee and the hand that owned those fingers belonged to Rin's older brother.
â Actually, sweetheart, we know quite a bit about you, more than you think, actually. â Sanzu stopped at a red light and looked at you through the rear-view mirror before turning around and leaning his arms on the passenger seat to get a panoramic view of the way the Haitani brothers were sneaking around and groping your body. â You're so naive and stupid it's cute. â At his words you tried to close your legs, which were kept open by the two brothers' hands while Haruchiyo leaned toward you and grabbed your chin with one hand, forcing you to make eye contact with his clear eyes. â Can't you see that we are obsessed with you? Or maybe you're busy trying to be the nice girl who's always cool to us and thinks that someday we'll leave you alone, right? Or even worse: maybe you're the kind of girl who likes to be groped by three different guys.
Ran's hand brushed his fingers with more pressure against the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thigh, and you gasped involuntarily, opening your mouth wider than you wanted or should have, and it was the perfect propitious moment for Sanzu to remove his hand from your chin and press two fingers against your tongue, almost making you choke on your own saliva in the process. You desperately tried to hold the older Haitani's wrist to stop him from proceeding with his actions, but hearing a "Tsk" from both Rindou and Haruchiyo made you rethink your next actions.
â Uh-hm, you should know how to behave with us, pretty girl. â Rindou commented, looking suggestively at Sanzu.
â She just needs to be trained properly to become a great bunnycunt. â Haruchiyo commented, entering your mouth a little deeper with his fingers, without forcing them against your uvula. â And I bet she'll love having the three of us degenerating her body knowing that I took the liberty of installing some small cameras in my car already thinking about the day we could grab her. â A shiver ran down your spine and your eyes filled with tears and you didn't even know what exactly you wanted to cry for.
By now the traffic light had turned green and the only car still parked in front of it was Sanzu's, but he couldn't care less about the world outside the windows of that car, especially since they were covered with a dark film that prevented free visual access to what was going on inside.
â Oh, Haruchiyo, you disgusting fucker, making our little bunny cry. â Ran leaned to the side getting a good view of your watery eyes.
â But isn't she cute when she cries? â Sanzu answered with an arrogant smile, as if the blackmail he was claiming to be able to do to you was nothing more than a trivial matter of his life. â If you want to keep your job without me leaking the video of you spreading legs for three different men in a car to your superiors at that university, you're going to have to work hard at being our fuck bunny, understand? â At your hesitation to answer, his fingers sank deeper against your mouth and you choked around them. â Do you understand? â And then you moved your head positively in a frantic manner and desperately pulled air into your lungs as soon as his digits left your mouth. â Good girl, you'll learn to behave better soon enough.
And then for the rest of the trip to your final destination, which turned out to be the luxurious home of the Haitani brothers, your mouth kept fighting the urge to let moans and whimpers escape as the fingers of the very owners of the residence Sanzu was driving to teased your insides with light squeezes and pinches that sent waves of pleasure straight to the part of your body where you needed the most stimulation and attention.
You were not used to that kind of arousal coursing through your body and making you desperately want to beg one of them to simply sink his fingers into your cunt, you had barely had any kind of sexual contact before. Anything they ventured to do on your body while exploring it would be something new and, who knows, welcome.
When the car stopped in front of the house, your legs were wobbly, barely able to get you to your feet in a non-clumsy manner, and Ran took the liberty of helping you out of the car before also guiding you into the residence while his younger brother and Sanzu had already entered and were waiting for you two in the living room.
â Come here, little bunny. â Rindou patted the vacant seat next to him on the huge white sofa in the middle of the room and his wobbly legs immediately walked in the direction indicated.
Soon after that the one who took the seat next to you was the older Haitani, and Sanzu leaned briefly against the coffee table without taking his eyes off you. You stared at him for a few seconds before you felt two different lips of varying softness brush against each side of your neck, dispensing kisses, bites, hickeys and licks; your thighs pressed hard against each other and one of your hands desperately grabbed Ran's forearm as you didn't know what to do.
â Why don't you open your legs a little for us, hm? â Haruchiyo spoke, looking at you suggestively and a sultry moan escaped yours lips the moment Rindou let a hard bite run against the curve of his neck.
Your legs spread slowly, but just enough to make the hem of your skirt rise a little and let Sanzu get a glimpse of the wet bottom of your panties.
â Yes, just like that, pretty girl. â Ran whispered against your ear as he slid one hand down the hem of your skirt to brush fingertips against yours inner thighs the same way he did in the car and eventually pressed the index finger against your covered clit. You could feel a wet puddle soaking the bottom of yours panties and a cocky laugh escaped the older Haitani's lips. â I bet you have never been touched like this, right? That's why you're so nervous.
â Of course our bunny is a virgin, she would never be a dirty slut. â Rindou replied, now focusing on using his hands to unbutton the light-colored social shirt you were wearing, eventually freeing your breasts from both the shirt and bra.
â But we could easily turn her into one. â Haruchiyo commented, shrugging and glancing down your body as you began to shed the layers of clothing.
You didn't know exactly if you were aroused only by the lewd and expert touches of the Haitani brothers or if Sanzu's dark stare and dilated pupils on you were also having some kind of effect on your body. However, it didn't matter much, especially since your mind was busy craving more and more of whatever dose of pleasure the three of them could give you indirectly or directly.
And then Rindou's mouth closed around one of yours breasts to suck on it and one of his hands slid down your abdomen to unbutton the top two buttons of the skirt while his older brother's fingers went from slowly stimulating your clit to invading your extremely tight interior without warning with one of the digits. The sharp pain that hit your body made your back arch and legs try to close up and be held forcefully by the other brothers hands that were now brazenly possessing your body.
â Damn, she is so tight, a good virgin pussy, she barely lets my finger in and out. â Ran spoke slowly pumping his finger against yours gummy walls and taking advantage of your natural lubrication to help him in the work of widening your interior.
â P-Please, I can't... can't... â Your head fell back with you not knowing if you wanted to rub your hips against Ran's hand or if you wanted him to back off.
â Fuck, look at you, we barely started playing with you and you already can't even formulate a sentence right. â Haruchiyo commented with an amused laugh now with his eyes focused on Ran's single finger moving in and out of you.
Rindou finished unbuttoning your skirt and pulled it up, fully exposing your pussy to Sanzu's thirsty eyes, soon after, you felt his hand slide down, spend a few seconds circling your clit and then force the tip of his middle finger against your entrance to invade your insides just as his brother was doing.
â I can't, argh... please, p-please, does... d-does not fit. â And although it was coming out of your mouth, yours hips were desperately straining against the brothers' hands.
Paying no attention to what you were saying other than being aroused by the occasional timid moan escaping your mouth, Rindou reached inside with his ring finger and grunted as he came to the same conclusion as his brother. The two of them began to move these digits inside you slowly, although the younger brother's rhythm was a little more abrupt and rough, and your head began to feel like it was spinning, it was simply too much prior stimulation for a person who had not even kissed on the mouth properly before. They could play with your body in any way they desired and you would promptly be drooling and crawling towards them just wanting to keep feeling good.
And then when Ran's finger curved upward and your body violently spasmed, your mind seemed to go completely blank and a slurred moan escaped your mouth not knowing what exactly was going on inside. Oh, sweetheart. You just had cum so precociously into the fingers of the Haitani brothers and Sanzu reveled in the image of a Y/N desperately clutching their shirts while simultaneously wetting the palms of those two and some of the surface of the couch below the three of you.
â Aww, did our little bunny make a mess? â Haruchiyo spoke up, walking towards the three of you, kneeling in front of you and rubbing your swollen clit between his index finger and thumb, making you experience the sensation of having overstimulation coursing through your body for the first time. â It's okay, little pets can't help themselves with these things, in the end that's exactly what you are: our little pet, aren't you? â And as Ran and Rindou continued to widen your tight interior, your head nodded frantically and Sanzu blew some cold air against your clit before leaning his head forward intoxicated with the essence of your arousal and brushing his warm tongue against you.
Your head was trying to process all the pleasure coursing incessantly and yours hands inevitably latched onto Haruchiyo's pink hair as a way of indicating that you needed him to keep working his tongue against your intimacy.
â Hmm, I can feel her tightening around my finger. â Rindou commented forcing his finger up against yours walls and beginning to increase the speed, watching your face contort with shameless pleasure.
Now that Sanzu was abusing your bundle of nerves, Ran had fastened his lips to your neck leaving a trail of bite marks where he passed and your pussy was dripping more and more, you could feel the tight knot forming deep in your belly. Fuck, would they make you cum in sequence? Yes, they would and your second orgasm swept over your body just as Haruchiyo let a light moan escape against your clit and the Haitani brothers curved their fingertips reaching deeper points inside your cunt.
â Fuck, look at you. â The younger Haitani said as he withdrew his finger from inside you slowly watching a trickle of the liquids of your arousal joining the tip of him to your entrance. â You really are a pathetic virgin, look how messy your pussy has become with just a little work in it. â He brought his finger to your lips and pushed it against your tongue, forcing you to taste yourself. â If I had known that you would get so wet with so little, I might have fucked you in Sanzu's car anyway.
â Isn't she adorable? â Haruchiyo commented rubbing your clit with his fingertips. â Almost all braindead with so little. â Just after he finished speaking, he grabbed Ran's wrist that was still propelling his finger inside you, pulled it out of your walls and licked the length of him. â Who do you want first?
â W-What? â You asked breathlessly with glossy eyes.
â What? Would you prefer that we share you? â Sanzu returned the question with his eyes fixed on your still leaking pussy.
â Let her be a pillow princess for a while. â Ran spoke up, sliding your body forward and off the couch, causing you to fall into a sitting position on Haruchiyo's thighs, who put his hands around your waist to keep you from sliding to the floor.
â Don't you want to use her pussy today? â Rindou seemed skeptical of his own brother's actions as he removed his own clothes.
â What good does it do her to let us abuse her bunnycunt and not know how to use that pretty mouth of hers for other things? â The older Haitani replied with a tone that indicated the obviousness of what he was saying. â You two can share her princess parts.
â You are so humble, Ran. â Haruchiyo replied with an cocky laugh before unbuttoning his own pants and slowly pulling them down along with his underwear.
As soon as your eyes reached his completely stiffened cock you began to wonder how exactly a man could have a member like that. Sanzu was so fucking long, yet skinny and curved upwards and his tip was so beautiful, pink-ish. Your hands rested on his chest and your body tried to pull away, even though his hands went back to your waist to keep you in place.
â No worries, bunny. â He whispered, looking you straight in the eye before bringing his right hand to your wet folds and pulling them apart more gently than he thought possible. â I'll make it fit inside you, so why don't you try to relax, hm?
â Will it hurt? â It was the only thing that came out of your mouth as your breathing continued to rapid, and out of the corner of his eyes you watched as Ran also finished removing his own clothes just like his brother.
â Hmm... â Haruchiyo made a thoughtful face before slowly lowering you against his cock, making a point of calmly invading your insides with the intention of making you feel every last drop of that pain that seemed to tear you apart from the inside, almost as if you were being ripped open. â I don't know, what do you think? â Yours eyes filled with tears, and although you wanted to let your head fall back because of the pain, he continued to hold your face to force you to maintain eye contact with him.
Rindou got up from the sofa, knelt down next to where you were connected to his friend and took a good look at your abruptly enlarged cunt almost to its limits.
â Isn't she tight? â Rindou asked, looking up at Haruchiyo and arching one of his eyebrows. â Even after widening her bunnycunt with fingers it doesn't get any easier to fuck her.
â Fuck! â Sanzu gasped, forcing his hips up a little and letting Ran grab Y/N's face with one hand, pull your head back and let a trickle of saliva fall from his tongue onto your own. â She swallows practically everything, it feels so fucking good.
â Let's see if she does the same thing with her mouth. â Ran replied, rubbing the tip of his own cock against yours lips and smearing them with precum.
â Our little bunny probably doesn't even know how to suck a dick properly. â Rindou answered by putting his hand on the back of your neck and pushing your face without too much force against his brother's cock, even though you could barely get half the length in and choked as soon as Ran's tip hit your throat.
â Breathe through your nose instead of trying to pull air through your mouth. â The older Haitani advised you at the same time that Sanzu half came out of you and slammed his hips against yours not necessarily hard, but fast, before letting out a grunt of pure pleasure, you gasped with rolling eyes to soon after focus them on the handsome face of the older brother above you. â Move her head slowly back and forth, Rin. â Ran looked at his brother suggestively and he complied with the request, your tongue rubbing against the veins of his length and slowly the pain caused by Sanzu in your now no longer virgin pussy slowly disappeared as the brothers concentrated on distracting you.
Haruchiyo's efforts to get in and out of yours tight walls made you remember the sensitivity there and you couldn't classify whether the moans coming out of your mouth around Ran's cock were from pain or pleasure, but it was so good for him that at one point his hips ended up forcing themselves against your face almost fucking your mouth and it was impossible not to choke on it.
Rindou used his other hand to grab one of yours, put it on his painfully hard cock and guide you with up and down movements there. Sanzu's rhythm inside you was almost bestial, he didn't really care if your body was already tired, if yours hips would hurt afterwards, if you were more than just inexperienced. It felt so good to finally feel your walls squeezing him hard, milking his dick without any kind of shame. And to be honest, you didn't know that you might be able to get so many lewd sounds out of three guys at the same time.
â Damn⊠â Sanzu felt his own cock twitch against yours walls and moaned loudly. â Gonna breed you so well, fill you up until your stomach has a little budge. â He spoke up, tightening his grip on your waist and taking a few more hard thrusts inside you before he really did end up crumbling inside you and painting your walls white for the first time of your life.
You couldn't hold back for more seconds before you collapsed against his cock still spurting cum against your warm interior and your orgasm occasioned Ran's own climax, which consisted of having him squirm against your tongue and ejaculate exactly on your throat and inevitably making you swallow every last drop of his thick, salty liquid. Once Haruchiyo and the older Haitani were out of you, there wasn't much time for your body to recover from its string of orgasms before Rindou put his hands on your hips, pulled you away from Sanzu with his cum leaking down your thighs, propped your back against the couch and spread your legs to invade your insides with his cock that desperately needed a release.
Before giving you time to assimilate the actions and moaning in a mixture of pain from the sensitivity and pleasure from having Haruchiyo's cum being pushed deeper inside you, Rindou covered your lips with his in a quick kiss before starting to move so slowly that it made you have the impression that your body would end up collapsing if you couldn't cum soon.
â Ple... ase, Rindou, argh, please. â Your hands dug their nails into his forearms as yours hips forced themselves up against his. â You can... ahn, fuck... â Your breathing was so ragged that you almost struggled to think.
â You're so hasty, Sanzu did a great job of turning you into a cockslut, didn't he? â Rindou took your chin and forced you to look him straight in the eye as he began to increase his pace inside you, making a mess inside you and mixing both his precum, Haruchiyo's cum and your own liquids. â Now the only thing you know how to do is to beg to be fucked even though you've already cum three times in a row, such a nasty, lewd bunny.
And then he continued whispering several dirty, naughty words in your ear, each time feeling you clench around him harder. The moans coming out of his mouth were different from those coming from Ran or Haruchiyo, they were almost too sweet in contrast to the harsh actions he took with you. You would easily get used to hearing that beautiful melody coming from him.
And when he came inside your pussy? Fuck, the gasping whimpers and your name coming out of his lips in the form of high-pitched, hoarse moans was enough to eventually bring you to your fourth orgasm and your body slumped against Rindou's completely tired, with all your energy reserves drained until there was nothing left but fatigue and the desire for rest.
â Such a good girl. â Ran whispered in your direction pulling you up and eventually making his little brother's dick escape from inside you and the mixture of his and Sanzu's cum wet your thighs. â Look at this mess, you look so pretty for us. â And as he spoke, Haruchiyo lifted his body a little to bring the index and middle finger to yours folds and spread them apart for the visual pleasure of seeing your leaking entrance.
â And you haven't forgotten our deal, right, bunny? â Sanzu asked, looking at you with raised eyebrows, and you shook your head negatively with no strength left to answer.
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ă»â„ă» I tried to keep the reader's gender as neutral as possible but we all know fundamentalists like their gender roles, so the reader is still defined as being born a woman. this piece touches on a lot of beliefs of the subservient wife according to religions such as mormons, so you are warned here and are to accept you are exposing yourself to this content once you click on the read more.
ă»â„ă» this is just madness at this point, please enjoy the fact I finally cited actual bible verses in one of my works.
"A woman should learn in quietness and full submission. I do not permit a woman to teach or to assume authority over a man; she must be quiet. For Adam was formed first, then Eve. And Adam was not the one deceived; it was the woman who was deceived and became a sinner. But women will be saved through childbearing â if they continue in faith, love and holiness with propriety." - 1 Timothy 2:11-15
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From childhood, you were brought up to always respect the authority of the Archons, who watched over the Inazuma region and gifted your people with a wonderful and luscious experience, always properly observing the holidays and celebrations, and making sure to punctually present your offerings in the times of worship.Â
Having been born a female, you knew you could not bear the blessing of a vision with your frail and sinful will and duly followed your fatherâs teachings to learn the ways of the housewife so as not to disappoint the will of the gods. Whilst your brothers trained relentlessly in their adolescence, you were to stay at home and assist your mother in the kitchen, perfecting her recipes, following in her steps patching up their training clothes whenever they got tarnished during missions and learning how to keep a perfect household running steady.Â
The only escape you were granted was dreaming of the moment your parents would present you with your future husband, the faceless figure you were indoctrinated to long for since old enough to comprehend your life wasnât just yours, your existence was part of the bigger design drawn out by the Archon themselves, and to reject it would be to repute not only your entire being, but so the faith your family and clan were built upon, and such disgrace could simply not be an option, as the dishonour and disgrace you would curse yourself and your people would be immeasurable, so you chose to keep your head low and be keen, always keeping sweet, yearning for the day your prince would finally come to sweep you off your feet and take you away to make you his wife.
That day finally came a couple of years after your coming of age, during the spring celebrations, your clan had decided to host that yearâs festival, lavishly decorating the entire compound to live up to the past festivities, full of colourful lanterns, lavish food stands littering the streets, wonderful activities for the guests at every corner and most important of all, the entire complexâs flora in full bloom. Amongst the falling petals of magnolia is where your father presented you to your future betrothed, a tall light blue haired man named Ayato Kamisato, his presence akin to a demigod, standing tall amongst the numerous personnel members accompanying him, he bowed in such a regal manner and held your hand with such gentleness before he whisked you away to accompany you through the festival, you couldnât be more thankful for your fatherâs choice.Â
And whilst he stepped away from you to gather some food to eat while you finally got to know each other since, in his words â a proper lady should not take part in such trivial matters like money â you looked up at the night sky thanking the Archons for they had truly blessed you with such a godly husband.
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The wedding preparations had been such a stressful endeavour for you, especially after discovering you were not marrying just a man, you were set to marry the head of the renowned Kamisato clan, this single information had been enough to send you spiralling into an endless pit of overthinking, questioning if you even were worthy enough to look upon such glorious and decorated man, doubting yourself if you were to ever be capable to fill the empty place at his side so many others, who you thought to be worthier than you, desperately longed for.Â
Now, not only did you have to fulfil your destiny to become a godly wife, but you also had to uphold the honour of your clan as a chosen representative in front of the notorious family, not a single step nor word was to go unplanned so as not to fall in disappointment to the Kamisato clanâs members scrutiny.
The weeks prior to the ceremony had both your body and mind as tight as a string, ready to whine out in frustration at any inconvenience or problem you were presented with, from the dress not fitting properly and having to perform the proper wedding ritual perfectly replicating even the position of your toes, to the choice of which flowers and decorations to use as the banquetâs centrepieces. But as thin as you were stretched you never snapped nor wavered, always upkeeping your soft spoken and gentle facade you were taught was proper, in a weird way almost reflecting the one of your future husbands, already unconsciously stepping up to the role of a proper consort with each day that passed.Â
The most worrisome inquiry though, remained the first night together, having been brought up on the notion you were to save yourself and remain pure for your future husband, as he was the one the gods assigned to educate you and guide you in your marriage, you had to remain so ignorant of the subject as not to taint your mind. Funnily enough, you werenât even aware of the anatomical differences men and women were born with, even though you were brought up around your numerous brothers.
So much so that that night, when Ayato bared himself to you, after having thoroughly enjoyed unclothing you of the pure white cloth you were dressed with earlier in the morning, and having explored and marked your body with his mouth as to claim it as his for eternity to come, you were shocked to see his virility in all its glory.Â
You were left so speechless and devoid of any thought he took it upon himself to guide you, opening you up with his slender fingers, closely examining every change of expression you would go through, your thanks and pleas for more of this foreign feeling only helping in arousing him more.Â
But his gaze held darker thoughts behind the apparently enamoured facade.
Such a pure little thing, so beautiful, graceful, and most important of all, untouched. So sheltered and primed for him to corrupt and take apart, only for him to put back together with the way he ought to be more suitable to his tastes. He couldnât wait much longer as he watched you writhe underneath his ministration, he knew he should have prepared your virgin cunt with better care so as to not make it hurt, but he was also sure you wouldn't have cared either way or better you couldnât. So ignorant of sex and its mechanism he could manhandle you as he pleased, mistreat you and trick you into following his lead because your husband knew best, and you were to trust him and his every word, as that was the faith you were indoctrinated with.
Ayato had obtained many things in his life, his swordsmanship, his honour, the leadership of his clan and even the control of the Shuumatsuban, but all paled in comparison to claiming you, his cock sitting snugly inside you, slamming against your cervix with how brutally he was fucking you, your thighs clamped around his sharp hips, and one of his hands was free to roam and trace the bruises and teeth imprints he left with his mouth, whilst the other slowly wrapped around your throat, holding you right against the mattress perfectly still so he could watch your eyes roll back into your head as he finally let himself succumb to pleasure before passing out.
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Every morning you would wake up in the Kamisato estate, you would thank the archons for looking down upon you and securing you with such a prosperous opportunity, before getting out of bed and allowing the maids to take over to aid you in getting ready for the long day ahead of you. The first thing on your list was to cook a fulfilling breakfast for your husband, even though his staff was plenty equipped to do so on their own, you couldnât let your talents go to waste and so you settled for overseeing the cooking staff and guiding them into following your husbandâs wishes for the dayâs meals he communicated to you the night before. Â
After helping him dress and get ready for the day you would bid him goodbye at the door like a proper wife would as heâd leave the household to tend to his duties as clan leader, leaving you to arrange the homely duties, such as staff shifts, organising events for the fellow clanâs members, basically just busying yourself with all possible tasks related to the household or social norms whilst waiting for your beloved to come home.
It was not uncommon or out of place to talk about children as a married couple, especially if you considered it was part of Ayatoâs duty as the clan leader to conceive a male heir, to continue the bloodline, but after the first night as a married couple your husband had started to demand for you to let him breed you regularly as to ensure an offspring as soon as possible, which you didnât quite understand the purpose of, considering you thought that only one time would have been enough according to your threadbare knowledge of basic biology, but heâs your husband, after all, he knows best.Â
Youâd be a bad wife if you questioned him.
So you always happily obliged, flipping up your skirts and bending over the dresser every morning to let him cum inside you, always making sure to thank him for gifting you his seed to impregnate you, before picking up your discarded underwear and making sure it fit snug enough around your entrance as not to waste any of your husbandâs precious gift.Â
You had learned that if you managed not to spill any down your thighs during the day he would reward you by giving you a subsequent second round of breeding, many times have you ride him right at the dinner table as a form of personalised dessert as he liked to call it, uncaring of the many eyes observing you from the walls of the grand dining room, all the while praising you for being such a good subservient wife for him, his precious blessing gifted to him by the Archons.
However, if you didnât, he would ensure to remind you that wasting such a precious thing like the Kamisatoâs seed had consequences, making sure to have you personally clean any spillage by licking it up yourself from the floor under his supervision, and with each misspent drop, you could be sure to anticipate at least five strikes of his trusted bamboo stick he liked to keep in his office, sitting right before the outer edge of his desk, always ready for him to be put to use as he saw fit, to keep all of the people the gods had put below him in check.
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Your parents and elders had indoctrinated you with the belief that your husband was to be considered as holy as the god themselves, anything he chose for you was for your own good as he knew better since he was born a man, made in the image of the gods themselves, and so above you. Everything he did was for the greater good, he knew how to decipher the design the gods had in plan for both of you and nothing would stray him from fulfilling the glory you two were destined to obtain.
Hence why, when you awoke for the first time from a foreign pulsing sensation, somewhat panicking at the unusual weight you were feeling constrained under, only to realise your husband had decided, unbeknownst to you, to use your sleeping body to satisfy his burning desire, you simply let him.Â
You didnât object nor even so moved a single finger, happy to lay there and let him use you as he saw fit, after all thatâs what you were taught. Always be a good wife, lenient and pliant for your husband, you are just a tool for him to reach his true godly glory in the eternal life, after all, you are there to aid him into leaving a legacy for the future to witness and as such you should always be ready for him, conscient or not.
And as you laid there, balancing on the edge between sleep and awake, you listened to him talking down onto you, how you laying there oh so peacefully had tempted him, that your body being sprawled in such provoking position had caused him to have sinful thoughts and because of them he needed to punish you by using you and could cleanse himself of his sin if and only he managed to finish inside of you. All the while battering your insides, uncaring of any discomfort you might have to face in the following morning, his gaze zeroed in on your soft features, never stopping the venom spilling from his mouth.
But like any good and righteous wife would, you apologised to him, apologised for your sins with half asleep mumbles you barely managed to conjure up from your slumber plagued throat, croaking feeble asks for his forgiveness, to please not hate how his wife could not restrain her sinful temperament as it was your original sin and cross to bear in existence when the gods created you to be born as a woman, that you would do anything and everything to help him cleanse his being, starting from letting him use your body to expel this deplorable affliction, with each and any hole he decided to use to rid himself of his disgraceful lust.
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There were many things you still didnât quite understand about your marriage, considering the only example of a relationship you ever witnessed up close was the one between your parents, but you thought each clan had to have their own traditions, or at least thatâs what you would tell yourself every time your faith even threatened to waver in front of your husbandâs actions.Â
You wondered if your mother had to go through the same treatments as you as you stood in front of your bathroom mirror tracing the marks Ayato would leave behind on your innocent body early in the morning, in those brief moments before he woke up, the only window of time you had to think of yourself before quickly hiding the bruises underneath layers of eccentric fabrics, along with those shameful thoughts, and scurrying off to the kitchen to see if his breakfast was ready to be served.
You pondered on why exactly your beloved husband would feel the need to punish you so cruelly before the bout of doubtful thoughts got shattered by the sharp impact of the bamboo against the flesh of your ass, quickly washing away any considerations and substituting them with meek and genuine apologies for the inexcusable behaviour you were guilty of, knowing it was your place to submit and obey to your husband, and the consequences of not adhering to said conditions were to be felt and earned on your bare skin.
You constantly asked yourself was truly what the gods meant for you, every time he would choose to bend you over and empty his balls inside you, at the most random moments of the day, in any setting private enough for him to do so, uncaring if the mansionâs servants were present or not, if this was truly your greatest calling, if because of how you were born you couldn't have had any higher inspiration in life than to bear your husbandâs descendants, if being used akin to a breeding cattle was your one and only purpose.
But you never voiced these complaints, always remembering the mantra that had been ingrained into your brain since you were born, you were to keep sweet and so you did. Always remaining perfectly pliant, bending and jumping over backwards to carry out each of your husbandâs requests, and making sure you would deliver in the most godful way.
After all, you were born into this world just a mere woman, your private doubts were of course the seed of sin that had been planted in you by the evil polluting this world, tainting your form and impeding you from achieving the greater good and thatâs what made you unworthy of being above your husband. The meddlesome hesitancy that underlined your very being was to be ignored and shoved down like a bitter pill to swallow, you were born a sinful being in your essence, tainted at birth by this cruel world, unlike your husband, who was born godly and blessed.
Who were you to go against his teachings and beliefs but a mere flawed being.Â
And so you didnât. You made sure to be soft-spoken and kind mannered and kept sweet, always prim and proper for Ayato to use as he pleased, keeping your head down and never making a peep unless authorised to do so. Submitting fully to his, and by the default, the Archonsâ higher design.
"Wives, submit yourselves to your own husbands as you do to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife as Christ is the head of the church, his body, of which he is the Savior. Now as the church submits to Christ, so also wives should submit to their husbands in everything." - Ephesians 5:22-24
oikawa is a handsome man, thereâs no denying it. he might be twice your age but his trademark charm never fails to lure you in. too bad heâs your dadâs best friend
+ pairing. oikawa t. / fem reader
+ word c. 2,730
+ warnings. age gap, alcohol, mild degradation, mindbreak, noncon filming, squirting, watersports, mating press, one (1) slap in the ass, u call him uncle but he isnât, so pseudo-cest? no beta we die like men
+ author n. my piece for the miki mouse whorehouse collab ⥠three weeks late, yes
the mid-afternoon sun burns above you, your exposed skin glowing under its blaze as you try to ignore the bickering of your dadâs friends.
oikawaâs playlist blasts through the speakers, the one with latin songs and that heâs been listening to since he went to argentina (according to uncle makki). you hum along with the beat unconsciously, so close to dozing off that you miss the sound of the approaching steps.
âa drink for the princess.â
flirty brown eyes meet yours through the tinted glass of your sunglasses, his handsome smile making your heart skip as you sit up and take the cold drink from his hands.
oikawa takes the seat next to you, handing his phone over to you to let you choose the next song. his fingers trace the rim of his beer bottle as he watches you type something on the screen before leaning back against the chair.
âmy dad will yell at you for giving me alcohol,â you peer up at him, taking the straw between your lips.
he takes a long sip of his beer in hopes of calming down the myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind. itâs sinful how the wet fabric of your swimsuit clings onto your form while you lie under the sunâunbothered. but itâs even worse how the star of those thoughts itâs his best friendâs daughter.
âyouâre an adult, youâre allowed to have fun.â
you scoff, âtell him that.â
iwaizumi has never been a strict parent but he likes to play the overprotective dad role every once in a while.
âheâs your dad. itâs kind of his job,â he tilts his head in his friendâs direction, his stare serious before switching into a playful one, âand mine is to be the cool uncle.â
you canât help but snort, âwho said you were cool?â
oikawa fake gasps at your statement, but his posture immediately tenses up as uneasiness takes over his body.Â
he doesnât have an idea when it all started, or when did the playful banter between you two turned into this unbearable sexual tension. many nights he has been haunted in his dreams by your cute but taunting smile, poking fun at him until his lips land on yours, and kissing you until youâre reduced to a pathetic whimpering mess.
ââkawa you asshole!â
hanamakiâs voice snaps him out of his trance, both of your heads turning to look at said man as he scolds matsukawa for spilling his drink on the table.
âdonât stay under the sun for too long,â oikawa suddenly stands up, shooting you a forced smirk, âor youâll get wrinkles.â
you stick your tongue out at him and watch him walk away, staring at his back while a silly smile settles on your lips.
â
the sun has already set when you make your way inside.
you ignore the two drunk men passed out on the couch as you look around for your dad, but when you fail to catch sight of him, you decide to take a look in the kitchen.
oikawaâs shirtless back greets you, his muscles bulging under his tanned skin as he seems to be struggling with a bottle of wine.
âyouâre doing it wrong.â
he immediately halts his movements and turns to look at you, âiâm sorry?â
you smirk, âyouâre forgiven.â
he scoffs at your little joke, but when you see the hint of a smirk tugging his lips upwards you know heâs enjoying it as much as you are. with a push of your hips, you shove him aside and grab the corkscrew from his hands.
âthis, is how you do it.â
he leans on the kitchen counter with his elbow as he observes you do your thing, âyouâre being too awfully cocky lately.â
ânot my fault you canât open a wine bottle the right way,â you shrug before smiling triumphantly once it's open, taking a swig of the bottle.
itâs probably the way your eyes gleam under the dim lights, or how your lips look plump and glossy after drinking the wine. either way, the words leave oikawaâs mouth before he can think twice.
âoh? care to tell me what else i donât do the right way?â
you watch as he takes the bottle from your hands and takes a sip, âyouâd be surprised. i know more than what you may think.â
âi doubt it.â
âtry me.â
the words hang in the air, the hidden meaning begging to be addressed but you stare at each other in silence, your chests heaving up as you wait for the other to make a move.
âdo you know whatâs been on my mind lately?â heâs the first one to break the silence, his figure looming above you while his hand moves to rest on your hip.
your breath hitches as you shake your head. gone is the playful gleam in your eyes, his stare feeling as if heâs a predator and you the helpless prey.
âyou.â
he pauses, gauging your reaction while you feel your heart pounding wildly in your chest.
âoi!âÂ
you both jump at the sound of your dadâs voice. iwaizumi stands behind you with his car keys on hand, exhaustion evident in his posture.
âtheyâre hammered, iâm going to drive them home. you need a ride?â
the questionâs directed at oikawa, whoâs suddenly feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.
did he see anything? he wonders. but the tired look in his best friendâs face lets him know he doesnât suspect a thing.
ânah, iâm good,â the odd look iwaizumi sends his way prompts him to come up with an excuse, âiâll clean up and then iâll be on my way out.â
on a normal day, iwaizumi wouldâve refused. but if he could escape your momâs wrath after the mess they made, then heâd take it in a heartbeat. good thing sheâs out on her casino night.
âthanks, man. see you around.â
you both watch as he exits the kitchen, the tense atmosphere remaining even after hearing the front door close behind the three men.
you canât help but deflate a bit, sensing the âmomentâ between you is gone.
âwhere were we?â
your eyes widen and refuse to meet his, choosing to fiddle with your fingers as you repeat what he said earlier in a small voice, âyou said⊠you said you were thinking of me.â
oikawa has to stop himself from cooing at your nervousness, humming instead as he takes one step in your direction.
âmhm, all day,â his hands snake around your waist to pull you flush against him, âiâve been thinking about fucking you.âÂ
a small gasp leaves your mouth, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.
âyou enjoyed teasing me, didnât you? parading around in that slutty swimsuit of yours with your tits spilling out of your bra?â
he hauls you up by your waist and places you on the granite counter, settling himself between your legs, âi could see your nipples getting hard, begging to be kissed,â one of his hands leaves your waist and moves upwards to pinch your nipple. he canât help but coo at the faint whimper that escapes your lips, âhmm, so cute.â
oikawaâs lips connect with yours, his other hand holding you by the back of your head while the other keeps rubbing the hardened nub. once his tongue glides into your mouth, breathless moans fill the kitchen.
âa-ah, uncle tooru,â you run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer.
he starts to make his way down, kissing your neck and collarbone before he reaches your chest. his teeth graze your hard nipple, toying with it while a large hand moves down between your legs and pushes the fabric covering your pussy aside.
two long fingers prod between your folds, sliding in easily and making you groan.
ânaughty girl, so wet already,â he rasps in your ear, throat dry at the sight of your wet folds.
the wetness dripping from your hole immediately coats his digits, making it easier for him to tease your insides. the pads of his index and middle fingers curl upwards to touch the soft walls, massaging them in slow movements.
âmm, fuckââ itâs exhilarating how good heâs making you feel just with his fingers, pulling moans so effortlessly out of you.
âfeels good, hm?â
âyes, yes, so so goodââ your head falls limp against his shoulder, your hands resting on his biceps as you try to hold onto something, âplease⊠faster.â
the pace of his hand picks up while his thumb brushes over your clit, watching you lose yourself in the pleasure. his cock hardens at the filthy sounds of your pussy sucking his fingers in and your wanton moans.
âso needy,â he murmurs, a breathless chuckle falling right in your ear, âbe a doll and cum for me. will you? câmon, baby. i know you can do it.â
your grip on his shoulders tightens, his encouraging words awakening something in you that has you cumming right after. warmth floods your body as you chant his name desperately, the friction of his finger against your clit prolonging your high and making it difficult to catch your breath.
it takes you a minute to recover from the daze, his body-heat overwhelming you and fogging up your mind.
itâs not until he takes his fingers out of your dripping core and has a taste of your juices when he truly feels the lust take over him.
oikawa immediately picks you up from the kitchen counter, your legs wrapping around his torso as he blindly makes his way to your room.
his mouth moves hungrily against yours, your bodies occasionally colliding against the walls since you refuse to let go of each other. once you reach your bedroom, he pushes the door open and places you on the bed, climbing on top of you and latching his mouth onto your neck.
âbaby, i need toâ hmm,â the roll of your hips against his front causes his cock to twitch in his shorts, âneed to fuck you.â
your eyes close when he moves your bra down and starts sucking on your nipple, one of your hands tangling in his hair and pushing his face onto your chest.
âwant you so badly, please.â
âdonât worry, princess. iâll make you cum again, so many times, and fill your needy cunt with my cum,â he murmurs against your chest, his tongue gliding over the sensitive skin while he rolls his hips against your core, âyouâre gonna be a good little slut for me, right? bounce on my cock like a bitch in heat?â
you have never heard something so filthy leave his mouth, the promise of another orgasm sending a jolt down to your center.
ây-yes, iâll do whatever you want! just please, fuck me.â
âyes, what?â his eyes glint with malice as he looks down at you, waiting for you to reply.
âyes... sir.â
a captivating smile graces his lips as he moves up from your chest to your face, his mouth hovering right above yours, âgood girl.â
before you can process his words, he flips you on top of him, his hands going straight to your ass and squeezing the flesh. you notice the hardness underneath you and you have to stop yourself from bucking your hips against it.
with a tap on your butt, he signals you to lift your hips, taking off his shorts and turning to the side to place them somewhere. but in your drunken state, all you can focus on is on the cock in front of you, the flushed head glistening with pre-cum and causing your mouth to water.
heâs turning around when you wrap a hand around his girth, making him jolt under you before you lift your eyes to stare back at him.
âpatience, baby. iâm not going anywhere,â he chuckles at the same time you rub his cock between your folds. his eyes stare intensely at you, watching you coat him with your juices before aligning him with your hole, âshit, i wish i could watch you like this forever.â
âyou can have me whenever you want, sir. iâm yours.â
his cock parts your lower lips as you start sinking down, the vein on the underside of his shaft rubbing deliciously against your walls until heâs bottoming out. his hands rest on your hips, letting you get used to the stretch before he starts to rock you back and forth, slowly.
âfeels so good⊠m-more.â
strong arms wrap around your waist, bringing your torso down until your breasts are pressed against his chest. his thrusts become intense, making you squeal as his laugh reverberates in his chest. he slaps your ass with one hand, groaning when your walls clamp down around him.
âtightest cunt iâve ever fucked,â he groans.
âh-harder, fuck me harder,â you plead and, in a matter of seconds, heâs ramming his cock into you just like you asked. the friction of his length against your insides makes you dizzy, your mind wandering to how would it feel to be filled with his seed, âgodâ ugh, want your cum.â
âhm? my pretty little cumslut wants to milk me dry?â
he pushes you up as he slows down his pace, whines leaving your mouth in frustration. oikawa helps you bounce on top of him, his pelvic bone brushing against your swollen clit which causes your orgasm to approach faster than expected.
ââm so close,â your rhythm falters, hips moving back and forth desperately in search of that delicious friction, âgonna cum, sir. please, make me cum.â
oikawaâs grip on your hips tightens, one of his hands moving down to your clit and rubbing it in fast circles, âshitâ so tight,â he moans when you clench your muscles around his cock, feeling it twitch inside of you, âfuck, fuck, iâm cumming!â
he barely manages to rasp out before warm spurts of cum paint your walls, his cock throbbing against them while he keeps moving in and out of your hole. you follow suit, your pussy trembling around him as you both ride out your orgasms.
his cock visibly twitches once it's out of your cunt, lying flat on his stomach while white cum slowly drips on top of it. spreading your asscheeks, he stares at your glistening cunt and watches your juices coat him before flipping you onto your back. his entire weight rests on top of you, caging you in a mating press and entering your raw walls again.
âs-sir, no more! âm too sensitiveâ ah,â your legs are shaking at the overstimulation, his cock reaching so deep that you can feel it nudging at your cervix.
he grunts as he keeps thrusting into you, his balls slapping against your ass while you try to fight him, âone more, baby.â
âi-i canât! no, no, no, please...â your nails dig in his muscles, a futile attempt to get him to slow down.
the slapping of skin on skin is loud, your cries encouraging him to drill harder into your pussy until heâs flooding it with his thick cum.
âshit, princess. of course you can. isnât this what you wanted? youâre such a slut for me, iâve known it all this time.â
you know you want to cum, but another tingling feeling settles on your belly and, after a perfectly directed thrust from his part, you gush around his cock.
âholy shit.â
everything seems to stop around you, drooling and babbling nonsense as youâre sent into a high that leaves your mind floating, your body growing limp under oikawa as he continues to fuck your hole until heâs filling it again.
the euphoria stops you from noticing when he pulls out, also missing how he remains above you with his softening cock in hand and pumping it slowly. a groan escapes your mouth when a sudden warmth soaks your sweaty skin, making you close your eyes and bask in it.
âfuck, baby,â he angles his cock in your direction, allowing his piss to pour down onto your ruined pussy and down your bedsheets, âlook at you, my pretty little slut.
your craving for him was so powerful that you failed to notice the phone standing on your bedside table, angled directly at you. even when familiar moans blare through its speakers after oikawa picks it up, smiling down at it as he readies himself to enter you once more.
taglist. @newfriendjen @tsumue @cyb3rbab3â @lets-go-datehoe @kageyamakock @oneholeticklerâ @idiotguâ @kageyama-i-want-tobiorsââÂ
"yes" is conditional
the whorification of y/n, courtesy of one kuroo tetsurou and his special... talents <3
wc: ~2.4k
tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): dubcon, expicit n*fw, brainwashing/conditioning, mindbreak, bimbofication, mental aphrodisiac, exhibitionism mentions, uh implied sexual slavery(there's a cage at the end??), corporate!setting, fem!reader with inner genitals,
a/n: written for @sugawara-sweetheart and her decadence collab!
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The movies always get it wrong.
Kuroo thinks itâs hilarious how far off the mark they can be, honestly. Heâs seen countless renditions of what people think mind control is like, and itâs always so corny and contrived - itâs not like he forces anyone to do things they donât actually want to. He just⊠makes suggestions.
Nobody actually knows where their own thoughts come from, do they? So itâs almost too easy to place a suggestion or two in the back of someone's mind and pass it off as their own idea.
Most of the time, people are all too happy to comply with these suggestions.
And Kurooâs more or less content with the free drinks he receives, the frequent raises his boss dishes out, and the one-night stands he easily gets as a perk of his little power. He really does enjoy the gifts other people seem to drop into his lap and the temporary flings he always finds himself in.
But heâs bored.
He wants more. Heâs had enough of the short-lived gratification every time he persuades another pretty girl to come home with him.
So when he sees you walk by his office window, with your head always ducked low and your modest outfits all prim and put-together, itâs out of a passing curiosity - just a whim - that he starts his experiment. He wants to know just how far he can go in suggesting ideas and replacing thoughts, just how deep he can reach, and youâre perfect. Youâre an unassuming and quiet coworker, you donât attract attention, and he can tell that youâre one of those good girls just from the way you flush and avert your gaze when he talks to you.
Besides, heâs always wondered what your ass would look like in tighter skirts. Or, alternatively, with no clothes on at all.
Kuroo decides to make a project out of you.
As the days pass, he makes sure to time his coffee breaks so they sync up perfectly with yours. He makes sure not to do anything too overt, though - he doesnât make you give him your number right off the bat, or ask you out immediately, or even drop any compliments. He wants to play it a little more subtle this time.
You find that you canât help but take note of him, partly due to his constant presence, but also because you just canât seem to tear your eyes away. Suddenly, thereâs an insistent urge in the back of your mind constantly telling you where to direct your gaze, a little voice that whispers out how good his collarbones look, or how his back muscles ripple out under his shirt when he stretches. Your eyes seem drawn to his - and every time you make eye contact, you start flushing furiously, a tingling warmth spreading down your spine and into your cunt.
When you pass by his office, all he has to do is flash a cheeky grin, wink, and just like that, your panties are fucking soaked. You donât know why youâre no longer able to control yourself around him, but it must be natural, right? Itâs normal to have a relationship with a coworker go from completely platonic to you fantasizing about him stuffing your cunt full, right?
If heâs going to be honest, Kuroo likes seeing how horny he can make you every time heâs close by. He likes the way your face heats up, the way that cute body of yours seems to tense up, the way you cross your legs a little bit tighter when he walks by.
Itâs not hard to make up fantasies to put in your mind, either - Kuroo thinks about you nearly all the time, after all. So when he finds himself drifting off in his office, thinking of the way youâd moan and scream and mark up his back if he were to pound you into the mattress, or maybe of how your pretty face would look dripping with his cum as he grips your hair and fucks your face, he doesnât mind sharing them with you. And the look on your face when he does - oh, baby, itâs so precious.
You must be barely more than a virgin with how absolutely ashamed you act.
And slowly, of course, your wardrobe begins to change. When you find yourself at the mall, youâre no longer looking for conservative sweaters and cardigans that disguise the shape of your body. Maybe youâve just lost interest in that style, especially with the way you find yourself drawn to the more⊠vivacious section. Now, you find it empowering to sift through racks of the tightest skirts, of v-neck blouses that give away your cleavage whenever you lean over.
When you show up at work, legs clad in tight stockings and your breasts pushed tight up against your shirt, you feel almost proud when Kuroo sees the way youâre dressed. In fact, when you find your gaze drawn to his, looking into his dark pupils blown wide with arousal, you feel that intense, throbbing heat in your cunt flare up again.
You feel good. You feel happy. You dress this way because you want to.
And when he finally asks you out to dinner, itâs easy - almost second nature - for you to say yes. Why would you ever want to say no when youâve been so fixated on him for the past few weeks, when your mind has been filled with the dirtiest, unspeakable thoughts, when youâre so undeniably attracted to him?
On that date, you can barely think straight.
Youâre just so fucking turned on the entire time, arenât you? You canât stop thinking about the way his cock would feel dragging up against your tight, wet, heat, about how his fingers would feel methodically taking you apart, how the flat of his tongue would feel flicking up across your clit.
You donât care about the food. You barely even notice how much the bill for the dinner comes to. All you can think about is him.
Kuroo finds it almost endearing how tightly you cling onto his side during the taxi ride to your place. He can feel how warm you are, your shallow breaths puffing in and out, the way you tremble when he brings a thumb up to caress your cheek.
His experiment was so fucking worth it. Youâre putty in his hands, a little plaything he can mold and shape to his liking.
That night, you are very much to his liking.
You pull him out of the taxi, whispering into his ear how much youâd like to show him around, but he isnât fooled. Youâve invited him up not because you want to give a tour of your living area, but because you need him, because you donât really have a choice with the way heâs been conditioning you for the past few weeks.
Barely five minutes have passed before you drag him to your bedroom, stripping off every useless item of clothing off. âPlease,â you whimper. âFuck me. Please. Please. I want it so bad.â
He knows youâre telling the truth, and as he grasps your thighs with his large hands and spreads you until youâre open and dripping, heâs only too happy to oblige.
Sucking gentle kisses along the crook of your neck, he bites at your soft flesh, running his tongue up along your pulse point until you shiver. He reaches down, trailing his hand over your chest and tummy until he arrives at your clit, and rubs slow, feather-light circles that leave you squirming and shaking, bucking into thin air until he grabs your hips and holds them down firmly in place.
He knows you want more. He can tell by the way your puffy clit pulses, swollen and tender, and the way you mewl whenever his fingers brush against your entrance.
âMore,â you whisper, eyes wide and pleading. âI need more. Please.â
His cock twitches at the ragged desperation in your voice, and he almost wants to draw it out for a bit longer. You make such a pretty picture - he wants to run his hands through your disheveled hair, all mussed up and soft, wants to hold your face, glowing with sweat and flushed pink, wants to sear how depraved you look into his mind forever.
But who is he to deny you when youâre begging so nicely?
Weeks of pent up frustration have left you so, so sensitive - after all, your short, stubby fingers canât reach nearly as far as his can, and the angle heâs able to hit every time he curls his fingers in a come-hither there motion isnât something you could ever replicate. Itâs so easy to make you cum when youâre desperate, and he indulges you, making you cream around his fingers as he thrusts them deeper and strokes at your walls.
And when heâs done prepping you, Kuroo finds that fucking into a needy cunt is so much better than just a willing one. Your pussy, slick and dripping wet, almost seems to suck his cock into your hole, and the lewd moan that falls from your lips as he bottoms out sends heat rushing to his core. He goes slow and careful at first - he wants you to enjoy this, after all - but your pussy feels so good, so warm and velvety, that he canât help but speed up and ram his cock into you until youâre squealing like a bitch in heat. It might feel better without the condom he has on in the way, but thatâs okay - heâll save fucking you raw for another day.
After that night, you only grow more eager. You start doing things you never wouldâve even imagined prior to his little interventions - you send him nudes from the work bathroom, slutty pictures that show off the curve of your ass and your tits covered in lace, candid shots of your lips wrapped around your fingers, sucking on them like you would his cock, even pictures of your cunt right after youâve been touching yourself.
And just days after heâd fucked you for the first time, you find yourself at the pharmacist picking up birth control. You want to feel him cum inside you, to paint your pussy white and stuff you full until his seed is dripping out of you and dirtying the sheets.
Most of all, you want to please him. You want to make him feel good so that heâll fuck you, offer you some sweet relief from the persistent ache in your cunt that gets particularly intense whenever heâs nearby.
You let him fuck you almost anywhere, anytime. He bends you over the sink in public bathrooms, running his fingers along your folds, or sprawls you out on his lap in his car, his cock deep in your cunt. You don't really mind if other people see the two of you - as long as he's gripping your hips tight, bruising your cervix until your skin blooms black and blue, sticky drool leaking from the corners of your mouth - he could be showing your naked cunt off in the middle of Times Square for all you care.
Kuroo canât help but beam with pride at the way your demeanor has changed as of late. You used to blush whenever he would make eye contact with you, and now youâre begging him to get you off during rush hour on public transportation.
He likes this new version of you very much.
-
Months go by, and you find that it gets harder to focus at work. Early on, it was easy to ignore the heat curling in your stomach whenever your thoughts drifted to Kuroo, but now the artificial glare of the screen gives you a headache, and the numbers and letters on the spreadsheets all seem to meld and jumble together until you canât tell which is which.
You donât really care about your bossâs performance review anymore. The customers can scream all they like. The most pressing concern on your mind, the one that you just canât stop thinking about, is the insatiable need for Kuroo to fuck you, to lift you up against the wall and bounce you on his cock like a ragdoll.
Why would anything else matter?
To be completely honest, Kuroo hadnât anticipated this particular side effect, but he supposes it makes sense that the more thoughts he replaces, the less original ones remain. Thereâs no longer as much of who you were before left, and - oh, Kuroo really shouldnât be doing this to you, should he? But he finds that he doesnât really care, doesnât really mind, because you look so much better in your tight skirts, so much happier being the slut heâs slowly trained you to be.
He did like you for your personality - he really did. It was nice seeing you cute and quiet, but thereâs just no room left for who you were anymore.
Weâre all shaped and molded by our environment, arenât we? The people we surround ourselves with, the places we grow up and live our lives in - it just happened that for you, your environment was Kuroo, and he did the work that society probably would have done anyway - albeit a bit differently, a bit more extreme.
Of course, heâs not delusional. He knows heâs responsible for the way you are now, so when you eventually get fired, he takes you in and lets you live with him. This way, youâre safe and warm and taken care of, and in exchange, he gets easy access to your cunt whenever he wants. Thereâs no more need for midnight calls or texts, because his pretty little fuckdoll is always waiting for him when he comes home.
He doesnât have a spare room, but thatâs not a problem. He lets you sleep on a couch at first, but the nice, comfy cage he orders for you comes in after just a few days. After all, he doesnât want all his hard work to go to waste, and besides - youâre content with the few amenities your new accommodations offer: food, water, air, and cock.
Kuroo often finds himself admiring your pretty face, an expectant, needy expression plastered on your features and your eyes glazed over, stuck between the dirty metal bars like a dog waiting for a treat from its owner. He canât help but think that this is how you were always meant to be, that this is the perfect relationship that makes both of you happiest.
Considering the state youâre in, you really donât know any better, do you?
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"You wore that just for me?" - Tsukishima x Reader
a/n: reposting this as i had to take it down due to the banner. this fic is an edited and mostly rewritten old piece and itâs one of my favorites! smut after the cut.
tw: hard dom Tsukki, s/m dynamic, degradation, dumbification, rough oral (m receiving), fingering, overstim, mindbreak, aftercare
wordcount: 2.4k
"You're such a needy slut. I bet your cunt is already drenched and I haven't even touched you yet." You knew you were in trouble from the way Tsukishima smirked, a devilish glint in his eyes. "What, cat got your tongue, little baby? You want me so much that you won't even wait for your dessert to arrive?"
"Kei, what if someone hears you? Y-You shouldn't say things like these in public," your cheeks felt on fire, his words stirring something deep in your core. You rubbed your thighs together under the table to relieve a bit of the pressure, your needy cunt aching to be touched. Even that little bit of friction felt so good, but you needed more.Â
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, I can see your legs shifting. I know you're trying to get off. And you say I'm the pervert? Aren't you scared they'll notice how hungry you are for my cock?" You felt his hand rub your knee, his fingers pinching painfully at your exposed skin. "Tell me, baby, would you rather have the chocolate mousse or my fingers fucking you deep inside your cunt?"
You knew when you got dressed for your date that your outfit was going to drive Tsukishima crazy. It was his favorite color and the cut of the dress hugged your hips just right. But you still didn't expect him to start teasing you like this in the middle of the restaurant. His words were sending shivers down your spine directly to your core and the last thing you wanted was for people to notice how flustered you were.Â
"I don't think it's polite to leave before our order arrives, Kei." There was a note of hesitation in your voice and judging by the grin on his face, you could tell he noticed. You hoped heâd let it go, but you knew him better than that. Oh, he would use every last bit of ammunition. You braced yourself, his grip on your knee tightening, nails digging into the supple skin just enough to pull a soft mewl from you.Â
"So you think it's more polite to parade that shapely ass of yours in that low-cut dress, hmm? I can perfectly see your every curve, you could as well be naked." How you wished you could wipe that confident smirk off his face. But you couldn't, not when you could barely look at him, too embarrassed to hold his teasing gaze for more than a few seconds. "Tell me, did you wear that dress so everyone could see how much of a slut you are, or did you just want to get my attention?"
"Kei, I thought you would like it," you confessed reluctantly after a moment, your eyes darting to his to gauge his reaction. He looked pleased. Too pleased.
Tsukishima lifted his hand from your leg and grinned, a hint of something darker in his tone as he spoke âIâll ask for the check and for the dessert to go. I think someone needs to learn what happens when they try to tease me.â
He ordered a taxi and the whole way to your apartment his fingers would wander up and down your leg, getting closer and closer to the hem of your panties. Whenever you looked up at him though, Tsukishima was looking out the window with a disinterested look on his face.
 He feigned indifference so well that you would think the way he played with you did nothing for him. But you could see the outline of his cock twitching in his pants whenever he brushed his hand against the cloth separating it from your heat. If only he moved his fingers a little bit up so it would graze your clit. You wanted his touch so badly you thought you were going crazy.Â
Still, he gave you no satisfaction. But once inside your apartment, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to his chest, tightening his arms around you. You gulped. âWhere do you think youâre running to, baby? Thereâs no getting out of this. You wanted my attention and now you got it, pretty little slut. Yeah, you know just what you're doing strutting that ass around, don't play coy now."
He released his hold on you, but before you could do anything he grabbed you by your hair, commanding in a saccharine tone "Now, be a good girl and get on your knees, I know how desperate you are for my cock.â
You felt your folds grow wetter at his words. You knew he was right, you were a slut. Otherwise, why would the way he degraded you make you into such a needy mess? Why did you want so badly to push him, to have him take control of you?
"I need to get changed Kei, canât this wait a bit?â You knew that disobeying him when he was in this mood spelled punishment for you, but punishment was exactly what you craved. You wanted him to use you, make you his little sex toy.Â
âNow, now, you know what happens to whores who talk back, donât you?â in a flash his hand was between your legs, middle finger probing at your covered slit. âI can already feel how soaked you are. Donât try to play me, we both know you want to choke on my cock.â His other hand reached for your neck and with a sadistic smile on his face he clasped his fingers around it painfully, cutting your blood flow. âTell me, will you get on your knees or do I have to make you?â
You let out a whimper, making a desperate attempt to nod. He loved seeing you like this, his smart and beautiful girl reduced to a dumb slut at his fingertips. The way your eyes widened and your mouth opened and closed without making a sound, pliant body shaking and squirming, it sent pleasurable jolts to his cock.Â
Once he finished admiring you, he released your neck, eyes still locked on yours as he started to unzip his pants, freeing his erection. You kneeled, looking up at him âOpen your mouth and suck itâ. Without putting up any resistance you parted your lips, taking his throbbing cock inside your hot mouth. His precum coated your tongue and his scent filled your nostrils. It was intoxicating, you felt your panties getting drenched with your juices.
He grabbed your hair, pushing you deeper against his shaft, making you choke on his length. Your neck hurt, burning from the way he choked you. His tip hit the back of your throat with each thrust and he roughly pulled at your hair, fucking your face with little regard for how it felt for you. He was using you. But why was it tuning you on? You wanted him to touch you, craved to feel more of him, wanted to be used. But mostly you wanted him to help you alleviate some of the pressure that had been piling up in your core for the past hour.
âDonât assume I donât know what you want, baby. I can see you looking at me with those pleading eyes, like a famished little cockslut. Is pleasing me not doing enough for your hungry cunt, hmm?â you whimpered at his words, his pace picking up âIf you want me to indulge you, show me that youâre a good girl. Take my whole cock down that slutty throat of yours and Iâll make you cum.â
After a couple more minutes, Tsukishima stopped his thrusts with a smirk and let you take control of the movements. You braced yourself, taking his cock deeper and deeper, inch by inch, desperate to please him. Tears welled up in your eyes from the strain and before long they were running down your face, ruining your perfect makeup. He pulled his length out of your abused throat and cooed, cupping your cheeks with a twisted smile âNow, thatâs my good little slut. It wasn't that hard now, was it? Go lie on the bed and wait â no touching yourself.â
A few moments later he was between your legs, fingers brushing your thighs as you moaned, his feathery touches setting your skin ablaze. âK-Kei, I-I need you, p-please, I canât t-take the teasing. I-I need more!â you begged as your hands gripped the sheets.
âTsk, tsk, you should know by now that telling me not to tease you will just make me want to tease you more. I'm disappointed, I thought you would be smarter than this. I have nothing else to do tonight and I can just stay here and touch, fondle, kiss and fuck you to the brink of orgasm until youâre begging for me to make you cum and then stop. Rinse and repeat. I know I said I will reward you, but I didnât say I would be making it easy for you, no, no, no,â he chuckled.
Reaching the hem of your panties he pulled them down, slowly, making sure to leave lingering touches on your skin with each movement. Every one of his movements and actions were designed to drive you insane. You were beginning to regret wearing that dress.
You felt a finger gently brush against your clit and then slowly sliding between your sopping folds. âK-Kei, please," you cried loudly, the ache in your core becoming unbearable. The pain in your abused throat dulled, the pleasure in your cunt overshadowing it.Â
âYouâre fucking drenched. So pathetic. Youâll make a mess of the sheets at this pace. Are you sure you donât just want me to stop?â He laughed at the way your eyes widened, tears threatening to spill once more.
âP-please, Kei, I donât care about the sheets,â you pleaded. You needed this, you didn't know how much more teasing you could take before your sanity slipped from you.Â
Gathering your slick, he pushed the finger slowly inside you, feeling each ridge of your walls as they instantly started tightening around it.
âDonât tell me youâre such a needy slut that youâre coming from just my finger. Iâll have to punish you in a different way then," he shoved another finger inside you, picking up the pace while his thumb was rubbed at your clit. You came undone in moments, moans erupting from your lips, body thrashing violently as your juices spilled all over Tsukishimaâs hand and on the bed. Still, he didnât slow down, finger-fucking you through your orgasm. He was nothing if not determined to break you tonight.
Without letting up, he leaned over you, taking a clothed nipple into his mouth, tongue rolling over the sensitive bud before he sank his teeth into the soft flesh. You screamed, you could feel the coil in your stomach tightening more and more, the high from your previous climax barely having passed.
âP-please, slow down, itâs too much,â your words were barely intelligible between the mix of moans and cries. Tsukishima didn't care anyways. You were responding so nicely to him, your body going into overdrive and he didn't even put his cock inside you yet.
Adding a third digit, he sped up his pace stretching your walls even more. âK-Keiâ you cried out his name as an orgasm washed over you once more, your body contracting violently beneath Tsukishima. You could barely control your muscles, your eyes shut close and tongue falling out of your open mouth.Â
âI hope youâre ready for the main course, baby. Iâll use that cunt of yours, watch how it desperately sucks in my cock. You're so pathetic, I wonder if I'll even feel anything with how fucking wet you are.âÂ
You were delirious, barely making out his words. Popping his fingers out of your sopping hole, he cleaned them on the already messy sheets and placed your shaking legs on his shoulders. âI think you had enough of a break, what do you say?â he chuckled as he pushed his length inside you. You loved it, the mix of pain and pleasure from the stretch. He knew you couldn't answer, but talking to you while he fucked you dumb was giving him a twisted satisfaction. He relished watching you struggle to understand what he said, too busy taking his fat cock up your cunt.
Your tongue was lolling out of your mouth, eyes rolling at the back of your head with each thrust, hands frantically gripping the sheets, desperately trying to steady yourself as the array of sensations was overtaking your body. Tsukishimaâs thumb was back on your clit, rubbing, your walls clenching around his cock and milking as you kept cumming and cumming around it. He reached out his hand, palm clasping firmly around your neck once more.
âDumb sluts donât need air, do they, baby? They just need to be railed, fucked until cock is the only thing left on their mind. How many times have you cum already, four? Five? You enjoy it when I choke you? Like giving me complete control over you, hmm?â soft whimpers were all you could muster, your body too sensitive.
You felt Tsukishimaâs cock getting harder inside you, his cockhead smacking your cervix. You were spent and your mind was blank, consciousness slipping, but your cunt was still reacting to his cock moving in and out of you, still squeezing him with each thrust. Through the haziness you felt your climax approaching and bursting yet again as his movements came to a halt. Hot cum spilled from your overused cunt, mixed with your own juices.Â
He released his hold on your neck and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. He collapsed on top of you, trying to shift his weight so he wouldnât crush your much smaller body under him. Your chests were heaving, exhaustion settling in your bones.Â
Tsukishima lightly brushed the hair from your face, placing it behind your ear. âYou did so good, baby," he cooed, voice soft and a gentle smile on his face. "Iâll come clean you up and then move you to the couch so I can change the sheets. Then, we can cuddle, okay?" You nodded, barely aware of what was happening around you.
 "Was I too rough?" he asked later after he got under the sheets next to you.
"No, I would've used the safe word," your voice was laced with exhaustion as you spoke. He cradled you in his arms, gently rocking your body and planting sweet kisses on your hair. His good girl.
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Threesome with Bokuto KĆtarĆ and Akaashi Keiji
Alpha!Bokuto x Beta!Reader x Beta!Akaashi
Warnings: Omegaverse, double penetration, dubcon, creampies, some BokuAka action (bc those are my babies), this is long
Summary: After presenting as a Beta, your mother decided being friends with an Alpha wasnât good for him. After moving, you befriended another Beta, Akaashi Keiji. After years of not getting over your childhood crush, you never expected to see him again as your best friendâs mate. Akaashi canât take care of Bokuto through his entire rut, so he lets Bokuto have some fun. Thereâs a lot of catching up to do between you two, anyways.
â 5 years old, [Y/N]
âYou need to stop hanging around that boy, [Y/N],â your mother had said to you one evening. You had looked at her confused, wondering what KĆtarĆ had to do with your homework. She continued, ignoring the look on your face. âHeâs presented as an Alpha. You need to stop hanging around him.â
âThat doesnât matter, mommy. Heâs my friend,â you had said, not quite understanding. âI donât want to hurt him.â
â[Y/N], listen to me. He doesnât want to be with someone like you. Stop hanging out with him.â At the time, you didnât understand what your mother was saying. You thought that she had thought your friend didnât want you as a friend. Youâd prove her wrong when you finished your homework.
You had finished the work and immediately went to yours and KĆtarĆâs spot, seeing the familiar spiked up hair on the young boy. His frown was unusual, though. âKĆ-chan?â
âMy mom said we canât hang out anymore,â
â present day
You woke to the alarm from your phone, the rhythmic beat of the song shooing away the traces of sleep. Your eyes fall to the calendar across your room, seeing you had to work today. With a promise of a hot bath and a treat of ramen after your shift, you are able to get out of bed and get ready to start the day.
Your work shift was simple, just taking orders and making coffee for customers, occasionally bringing treats to customers at the tables. It was normal, right down to when your friend walked in. âKeiji!â
â[Y/N],â he smiled, not having the same enthusiasm but enough to satisfy you. You had met Keiji after you moved, shortly after KĆtarĆ ended his friendship with you. Keiji had presented as a Beta, just like you, so yours and his mother encouraged playdates and study sessions at each otherâs house, hoping a relationship would bloom. âThe usual, please,â
âYou sure? The season specialty is here! I know you like pumpkin,â your smile turned into a smirk, knowing you had got him when his eyes widened. The season specials were ready to serve, but nobody had switched the menus up.
âHm, I think Iâll go with the pumpkin latte for today,â he finally said, after weighing his options. You smiled and put in the order, knowing exactly how to work his buttons. âIâll have to let my boyfriend know,â
âOh?â That was new information. A week ago, Keiji said he was going to die single because everyoneâs an idiot. Now heâs got a lover? âDo tell,â
âHeâs an Alpha, but his parents donât care. Donât tell mom. She thinks youâre my soulmate, still,â
You guffawed at that, shaking your head at the memory. You remembered when you got older when Keijiâs mom had started giving you lessons in cooking and sewing, typical âwifeâ things. Keiji smiled at your dramatic scene of laughing, knowing it was how you were.
âWait till she finds out youâre mated to someone else,â
âI prefer to term courting to mate, since Iâm plain and boring. Heâs anything but, honestly,â
âPerfect match for you, Kei-chan,â you winked, seeing Keijiâs cheeks turn a bit pink at the inside joke. You laughed again, finishing up the last details on the latte.
âHe reminds me a bit of you, actually. But without control or a filter,â
âMaybe I am your soulmate, you just donât like me,â
âHaha, very funny,â he replied, walking off with a little wave. You wiggle your fingers, waving goodbye to him. After watching your friend leave, your shoulders sag a bit, remembering the young boy with white-and-black hair. Back then, you wouldnât call it a crush. More of an admiration for the boy with no fears and a clear future. With more experience under your belt, you could admit it was a crush. The boy had stolen your heart and crushed it the last time you saw him.
You clean up the counter as the clock ticks, slowly telling you your shift is coming to a close. You feel like you want to cry, but you donât know why.
The next day, your phone dings with a text message from Keiji, surprised he would shoot a text. He usually called unless he was busy in a meeting or something. Your eyes glance at the screen, trying to finish your essay for one of your classes. The message doesnât strike you as immediately needing attention, so you ignore it, focusing on the paragraph youâre typing out.
Another ding takes your attention away from the screen completely, knowing Keiji really needed your attention.
[Keiji â€ïž - 12:17 pm]
- Can you bring some fruits to my apartment? I forgot to get some at the store. Iâm busy.
[Keiji â€ïž - 12:18 pm]
- please im hungry
The last message startles you, seeing as Keiji always punctuated his texts because, well, he was like that. You quickly typed a reply and made sure to save your document before heading to your kitchen.
[Sweetcheeksđ - 12:22 pm]
- Iâll be there asap Kei
â 5 years old, KĆtarĆ Bokuto
âKĆtarĆ, I need to talk to you,â his mom had said. He looked up at her, a paper hat on his head, a smile on his face. âYou need to stop hanging out with [Y/N] so much, baby,â
âWhy? Did we do something bad?â He frowned, not understanding. What did he do?
âNo, baby, not this time,â she laughed, smiling down at him. Her smile was not full of love and joy, it was sad. âHer mother doesnât want you two hanging out so much. She said theyâll be moving soon, so I donât want you to be hurt anymore than you already will be.â
KĆtarĆ didnât smile for the rest of the day. After he told his friend they couldnât hang out anymore, his mother held him in her arms while he cried. It wasnât fair.
â present day
KĆtarĆ had been sent home early, with his rut steadily approaching and his fights with Atsumu and ShĆ«go getting more intense. His ride home was full of anxiety, knowing Keiji couldnât quite handle ruts very well since he was a Beta. Omegas were meant to handle Alpha ruts all the way through, but Keiji could only handle half of the rut. The last time KĆtarĆâs cycle had started, Keiji had to come to where he was, huddled up in an apartment. Keiji couldnât walk two days after the rut ended, even though he dealt with three out of seven days of the rut.
KĆtarĆâs arrival to Keijiâs apartment was slow. His instincts told him to run, but he was able to restrain himself. Keiji opened the door almost immediately after the knock, wrapping his boyfriend in a hug. âIâve missed you,â
âIâve missed you, too, Akaashi,â KĆtarĆ said, indulging in the coffee and minty scent from Keiji, although there was a bit of pumpkin, too. He involuntary let out a growl.
âI had a pumpkin latte earlier,â Keiji immediately said, expecting KĆtarĆâs reaction. Instincts came first the closer he got to his rut, Keiji had learned. He could feel the Alpha deflate a bit in his hold, just hugging and scenting. Keiji smiled at that, knowing he would be in for a rough week. âI made a nest. Itâs not as good as an Omegaâs-â
âYou didnât have to do that,â KĆtarĆâs voice was clear and sharp, halting anything Keiji was saying. âYouâre not an Omega. You donât have to act like one,â
âI-I know, Bokuto-san,â Keiji stuttered out, the look in his boyfriendâs eyes startling him a bit. It was intense, but it wasnât necessarily bad, per se. âI just-â
âIâm not here right now because of your sub-gender. Iâm here for you,â KĆtarĆâs voice was once again clear and sharp, going right into Keijiâs bones. Heâs sure if he was an Omega, heâd be kneeling and begging. For fuckâs sake, heâd have probably entered a heat cycle.
âI know, Bokuto-san. I know,â Keiji leaned against him, reveling in his smell. He couldnât scent KĆtarĆ or smell a distinct scent, but KĆtarĆ obviously came straight to the apartment after practice. He smelled like sweat and deodorant, a strangely pleasant combination.
KĆtarĆ let out a growl as he felt his rut come on, his hands moving towards Keijiâs ass. In turn, Keiji blushed and cleared his throat, backing up from KĆtarĆ. He smiled and held up a finger. KĆtarĆ grinned, straightening his posture. Keiji smiled and ran towards the bedroom, knowing his Alpha was hot on his heels.
The following day, the two lovers were still going at it. Keiji hardly had any rest, only getting his rest once KĆtarĆ needed to rest, even if KĆtarĆ claimed he passed out after their third round. A small tease and a mischievous grin had sent Keiji back to being railed by a feral Alpha, but he wouldnât have it any other way.
Keiji threw his head into the pillows, drool spilling from his lips and he moaned, having his third orgasm of the day from KĆtarĆâs forceful thrusts. On the other hand KĆtarĆ had only orgasmed once, knotting Keiji and spurring the Beta into a second orgasm almost right after the first. The thrusts didnât cease, KĆtarĆ chasing his own release in his mate was the only thought in his mind.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful, Keiji,â he groaned out, plugging him up with another knot, his orgasm following it. Keijiâs eyes rolled back, digging his nails into KĆtarĆâs biceps at the sensation. It stung and was a lot more pain than pleasure, but he couldnât complain too much.
KĆtarĆ finished painting Keijiâs walls white, resting his forehead against the man underneath him and catching his breath. Keiji gave him a swift peck on the lips, assuring him he was okay. However, Keijiâs stomach growled at that moment, sending heat to his cheeks.
âI havenât eaten today,â he realized, talking out loud. KĆtarĆ may have been an Alpha in a rut, but he was also an Alpha with a mate. Mates needed to be protected and cared for, so his instincts told him he needed to feed his mate. KĆtarĆâs eyes immediately went wide. âDonât move!â
âAhâ sorry! I always forget,â he laughed, adjusting their position so he could lay on his side. Keiji just shook his head, smiling. KĆtarĆ was a wonderful mate, truly, he just happened to be overly passionate about things he cared for.
Keiji thought to you, how youâd probably enjoy having an Alpha to take care of you. Keiji knew you often overworked yourself and forced yourself to do things, trying to be as independent as possible. He couldnât be your mate, but heâs had a thought that ends in all sides benefitting - hopefully, at least.
KĆtarĆ moaned as he slipped from Keijiâs abused hole, the knot finally deflating. âIâll get you a snack.â
âI have leftovers in the fridge. Bottom left drawer,â he mumbled back, wincing from moving too much. KĆtarĆ immediately nodded, jogging off to the kitchen, butt-naked. Keiji couldnât say much. He enjoyed the view.
He winced as he rolled over to his phone, glad he put it on the charger near the Nest yesterday before he got pounded into the mattress. He opened the messages, typing out a quick message for you and sending. He hoped his plan would work out well, but he had faith his calculations were correct.
Hearing the microwave beep meant the food was ready and Keiji still hadnât gotten a response from you. He typed out another message, hoping youâd actually read this one and put his phone on the floor, face down. Just in time, too, as KĆtarĆ walked into the bedroom with a freshly heated plate of food.
âFoodâs ready!â
â back to you
You had gathered some fruits together, slicing and dicing them as an added flair. Sliced bananas, strawberries, diced watermelon, mangoes, and sliced avocados on slices of bread and cream cheese. You felt like an American middle-aged woman about to attend a brunch with your food choices, but Keiji liked specific fruits specific ways and you knew he only ate avocados on bread with cream cheese.
The ride to Keijiâs apartment only took five minutes, but it felt like it took an hour, your anxiety eating you up at the thought of what Keiji is doing or needs help with. You assumed he needed help with something, but you werenât positive on what. It could just be as simple as he canât leave home because his anxiety was too high or it could be something worse â what if his mom got in an accident? The thoughts didnât stop, making the five minutes much, much longer.
Arriving to Keijiâs apartment, you noticed how dead it seemed outside. You saw a woman on the way up the stairs who gasped as she left her apartment, quickly locking the door and running down the stairs, almost running into you. Confused, you noticed the lights seemed to be off in the other apartments, but that wasnât too strange. It was a Saturday, but it was midday so people were probably out.
You had a spare key for Keijiâs place, seeing as you often checked up on him; he had a spare for your place, too. Entering the apartment, it was deathly quiet, putting you on edge. There was a certain air about the room that made you feel like you were in a horror movie. As you made your way to the kitchen, you noticed the messily placed dishes in the sink, the shirt in the hallway leading to Keijiâs bedroom, and the duffel bag beside the door. Youâre confused. Keiji doesnât have a duffel bag â not since the old one ripped a couple of years ago.
You ponder whether to go into Keijiâs bedroom or not, worried someone mightâve broken in âthat shirt is definitely not his. Thatâs when you feel a presence. At first, you freeze, wondering if Keijiâs playing a trick on you. It is October after all. You place the container of fruits on the counter and hear a growl, immediately turning around to meet golden eyes and familiar hair.
His eyes were narrowed, obviously pissed, but then his face changed. He seemed confused first, then a dawning came upon him. Next thing you know, youâre picked up and having the life squeezed out of you. â[Y/N]!â
âKĆ?â Your tiny voice whispers. You can hardly believe it. Your ex-best friend and childhood crush is in your best friendâs apartâ uh oh. âUh oh,â
âWhat-Oh?â His voice repeats, looking at you. The Alpha of your dreams is the Alpha of Keijiâs dreamsâwhat a day itâs been. â[Y/N]?â
âI should, um, can you let me down?â He obliged, letting you stand on your feet again. âI need to, um, go. Uh, Keiji wanted fruits so I, uh, brought them. Iâm gonna go,â you turned, hoping to tears would stay in until you left. You werenât expecting KĆtarĆ to cage you in, effectively trapping you. As a Beta, you didnât immediately obey an Alphaâs command, but the look in his eyes told you to stay. You obeyed.
âDonât go. Please,â is all he said, his eyes twinkling. You shook your head, deciding this was a bad idea. â[Y/N].â
âYou donât get to act like nothing happened, Bokuto-san. You stopped being friends with me, remember? I expected you to be breeding an Omega by now. Looks like it was just me,â you spat, feeling the anger you held in boil over. The feeling of your best friend leaving you because of your sub-gender, the feeling of betrayal, remembering how your mother sighed at you and rolled her eyes, telling you she was always right and your friend would never look your way again.
âWhat?â He peered down at you, no longer hunching over. You realized just how tall he had gotten. âI stopped being friends because you were leaving. You being a Beta had nothing to do with it,â
âSure, I guess now it doesnât. Since, you know, youâre with my new best friend. Itâs okay, I get it,â you once again tried to leave, but KĆtarĆ wouldnât budge. âMove, Bokuto-san.â
âNo.â His voice was clear and sharp. You were sure if you were an Omega, youâd be on your knees crying. âI donât want it to end like this. I want to make amends.â Good thing you werenât an Omega.
âWell, I donât care what you want. Let me go,â your own eyes narrowed at him, his face not changing. His body unmoving. You rolled your eyes, deciding to not play this game anymore. Going to duck under KĆtarĆâs arm, but his body moved to pin you to the counter. âDude!â
âYou smell different.â Is all the warning you got before you felt his nose in your neck. You felt butterflies at the contact, but also cringed at the display. You then noticed a shadow in the hallway. Attempting to pry KĆtarĆ off you wasnât working, so Keiji got to see his boyfriend hunched over you.
âGood, you seem to be getting along again,â he said, a gentle and lazy smile on his face. Surprisingly, KĆtarĆ didnât turn around at his mateâs voice, just kept rubbing his nose against you. âI hope you can take care of him,â
âAkaashi Keiji, what the fuck,â you muttered. He didnât seem concerned his boyfriend was currently nuzzling against you. You noticed the limp in Keijiâs walk and he had one of his hands on the wall.
âIâve been keeping track of your cycle. You should be ovulating by now. Bokuto-san has told me about his childhood friend before and it took me a while but I figured out it was you,â Keiji kept talking, limping his way to the couch. âIâll get the fruits later. Bokuto-san, donât hurt her too much,â
âHurt me?â You squeaked, eyes widening at the implication. âKeiji, I canâtââ you started, a scream interrupting your sentence as KĆtarĆ picked you up and hauled you to the bedroom. He displayed his strength earlier, of course, but the fact you were were on your back in what looked similar to an Omegaâs Nest within seconds of the ground leaving your feet was a display that turned you on immensely. If KĆtarĆ wasnât currently attempting to strip you, he would have been with the sickly sweet scent you exuded.
âIâve been waiting for this,â he growls out, his hands deciding to rip your very nice shirt into shreds, deciding your movements to get them off were too slow. He offered the same treatment to your bra, your short scream of disbelief when it was torn. He was nice enough to pull off the pants you were wearing, along with your panties. âEver since my first rut,â he continues, his nose buried against your thighs, his tongue licking a hot stripe against it. You whined at the contact, full on knowing he could smell your arousal. âI thought Iâd never find you again.â
âBoku-â
âNo. Not here. Call me your Alpha, little Beta,â
âUh-â you stopped, unsure of the situation. KĆtarĆ, regardless of your feelings, was with Keiji. That alone made you hesitant, even if Keiji literally told KĆtarĆ to go for it. You felt weird having to call him your Alpha anyways, since you were never subjected to those Alpha/Omega relationships. You canât say you werenât interested in it, often just having fun with other Betas and maybe an Alpha or two during their ruts (you vividly remember helping an attractive Alpha in your last year at Nekoma, rendering you unable to walk for the next two days). Neither of them called you by your sub-gender, nor made you call them Alpha. You obviously hesitated, taking a trip down memory lane much too long, since KĆtarĆâs hand had wrapped itself around your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You didnât think your old childhood friend would be so.. rough.
âIâm waiting, little one. Call me your Alpha,â he growled out, again. The growling was doing wonders to you, making you wetter by the second. Another growl came out, spurring you to speak.
âI- Alpha, we canât do this. We need to talk-â
âYou can try to talk, but Iâm gonna fill you to the brim until my cum is seeping out of your cunt. Letâs see how well you do.â KĆtarĆ immediately went down to your nether regions, your folds glistening to show him just how turned on you were. Your face was hot, practically burning when his eyes locked on, unmoving from the sight. He wasnât looking long, getting a startled scream from you as he buried his face between your legs, lapping at your juices. Your hand went to his hair, the hair as soft as you had hoped, as he continued to drink from your pussy as if it was his last drink on earth. Your other hand was bunching up a nearby shirt, one you had left at Keijiâs two days ago after a night of drinks. If you werenât so busy rolling your eyes into your skull as your mouth hung open, moans spilling from your lips, youâd have noticed the mix of yours and Keijiâs clothes in the Nest.
KĆtarĆ continued to be relentless, pushing two fingers into your heat as you were clenching your thighs around his head. You were worried youâd hurt him, but he was an Alpha in every shape and form â if he wanted to stop you, heâd do it. He knows heâs in control. Adding a third finger brought you to your first orgasm of the day, feeling exhausted afterwards. KĆtarĆ rose from between your legs, his eyes immediately finding your glossy ones. He smiled and licked his lips. Then, wiping the slick from his lower face with his hand to get the excess that his tongue couldnât get and then licking it off, his eyes never breaking contact.
âSo sweet, Iâm already addicted,â his grin got darker, his body crawling up until his hands were on both sides of your head and his lips were slotted against yours. His tongue darted between his lips, into your already open mouth, deepening the kiss. You were so in bliss from the after-orgasm high and kissing your crush, you didnât even feel the head of KĆtarĆâs cock pushing into you.
KĆtarĆ threw his head back, moaning at the tight fit. You mewled, it being some time since someone entered you, the feeling almost foreign. It didnât hurt, thankfully, the wetness KĆtarĆ created more than enough to help him slide in. He didnât stop, he just kept pushing in until the beginning of his knot was flush against you. Another growl erupted from KĆtarĆ, the only warning you got before he pulled out only to slam back in. The sudden movement had your back arching and your head against the plush pillows of the Nest. It was the green light for KĆtarĆ.
Your knees were pushed to your shoulders, the position momentarily uncomfortable until your mind was replaced with the burning and overwhelming sensation of KĆtarĆ pounding into you liked a man starved. Moans were bouncing off the walls, along with KĆtarĆâs grunts, mixed with the sound of skin slapping skin as his thighs continuously met your ass. Your hands switched from fisting fabric to winding around KĆtarĆâs neck as he buried his face into your neck, his panting and grunts loud in your ears. You felt the coming of another orgasm, the familiar tightening in your abdomen and the arching of your back being a few indicators. Your nails raked against KĆtarĆâs back, leaving angry red streaks in their place. Another grunt from KĆtarĆ and you felt a painful sensation you hadnât felt before â a knot. The added pain before the height of your pleasure sent you over the edge, mewling out KĆtarĆâs name as you did.
KĆtarĆ had you plugged up, him spilling his seed into your hot walls. You whined at the feeling of fullness. He sighed at the feeling himself, indulging in your scent. You figured now was as good as youâre going to get to talk. âUm, KĆt-â
âAlpha.â
âSorry,â you mumbled, rolling your eyes. âAlpha, um, this is an awkward time, I suppose, but can we talk about, like, us?â
âWe donât need to, but we can,â he looked at you, moving his position so you guys were on your sides. More comfortable for each other. âWhat do you wanna talk about?â
âOkay, um, the Alpha thing is weird, but Iâll let it slide since obviously youâre in a rut. Obviously Keiji isnât an Omega, so he canât take you throughout the entire rut. Um, I donât wanna be your booty call for ruts, this whole situation is so fucking weird-!â
âYouâre not the âbooty callâ, as you said. Akaashi mentioned he had a surprise for me, but I didnât think heâd offer me you. After this, I hope he lets me court you, too. So I can be your Alpha, too.â
âKĆ- Alpha, weâre no longer friends because youâre an Alpha. Thatâs why you broke off our friendship so long ago, isnât that right? You deserved an Omega, which I am not, but you found Keiji and that is fine. I am not a part of this.â
âI donât care about sub-genders. Thatâs why Iâm with Akaashi. I stopped being friends because you were moving. It hurt a lot to end things, but I didnât know what else to do. That was Momâs advice, at least.â
You were confused. Your mother said it was because he cared about sub-genders, but now heâs saying it was because of the move? Your friendship ended before moving, yes, but it was almost a month before moving. You could have stayed friends, anyways. Did your mother lie to you? Did his feelings change? âMy- My mother said you needed an Omega so I-â
âShe was wrong. Sheâs the one who set you up with Akaashi, yeah? She didnât even care what my family thought about us. Thatâs in the past, we can move past it.â
âAll these years...â you muttered, feeling the tears from before coming back. The knowledge that your own mother forced your friendship to end made you angry, but everything was fine now. KĆtarĆ was your friend again. At least, you thought he was. âI donât know if I want a relationship, though,â
âToo bad,â he grunted, his cock leaving you feeling empty. A whine was all you needed to do to have yourself pinned under KĆtarĆ again, his cock filling you up again. âIâve been dreaming of this for so long, as if Iâll let you leave so easily.â
KĆtarĆ continued his relentless pounding into you, the constant fucking rendering your lower area numb. Eventually, your world went black after aâ what was it, 6th orgasm? KĆtarĆâs second knot was the only thing you remembered before you tuned out completely. The grunting, whines, moans, all of it faded into silence. While you had passed out, KĆtarĆ panicked, thinking he went overboard. Keijiâs words echoed in his mind: âDonât hurt her too much.â Was this too much?
KĆtarĆ, stuck inside you because of his knot, called for Keiji to help him. Of course, Keiji came as fast as he could (not very fast, poor man is still recovering) to see KĆtarĆ, who is close to tears, above your blissed, fucked, and passed out form. He sighs, shaking his head. âBokuto-san, I think you went too hard,â
âAkaashi...â he whined, his strong arms curling around you. Even passed out, your body reacted, curling into him as you softly moaned. âAkaashi...â
âItâs okay, sheâll be fine. Her body isnât used to it. At least, not yet.â A moan from KĆtarĆ let Keiji know his knot had deflated, him pulling out of your cunt and the copious amounts of cum he filled you with spilling out. It made even Keiji aroused, seeing it seeping out of you. KĆtarĆ knew he was aroused at the sight and came upon a solution.
âAkaashi! Maybe we...â
Waking up was next thing you remember. You felt so, so full, like you were plugged up in both ends. As you flutter your eyes open. You expected to see your ceiling, having woken up from intense dream or something. You maybe even hoped to see KĆtarĆ grinning down at you, sweat dripping down his face and his chest. You did not, however, expect to see Keiji smiling down at you, gently caressing your face. âKei?â
âHey there, pretty baby. How are you feeling?â The nickname threw you off â Keiji never called you a nickname. He was very formal, even saying your last name until only recently. You obviously showed confusion, or maybe you hesitated, because a rumble was felt behind you, a familiar voice following.
âSheâs probably feeling pretty stuffed, Akaashi. Stuffed full inside and out, I hope,â KĆtarĆâs voice said. You turned your head, hissing at the pain in your neck, to see KĆtarĆ grinning at you, just like you hoped. However, wasnât Keiji resting?
âI should thank you for the fruit. It was delicious and cut up so cutely and delicately. I was getting a bit jealous to hear KĆtarĆ having so much fun with you. I was hoping to have my own fun with you when he rested after his rut, but he was kind enough to share. Isnât that nice? I donât think I can get you pregnant, but I want to try. Weâd have such cute babies together, you know?â
âI was hoping sheâd carry my pups first, but you can pump her full next time. We have all the time in the world, after all.â
âExcuse me? Wait, wait!â You shouted, suddenly realizing the whole âfilling you upâ speech wasnât just an Alphaâs instincts â it was their intention to impregnate you. âI canât have kids! Iâm in school and-â
âI can provide for both of my mates, right Keiji?â KĆtarĆ said, his eyes holding nothing but love as he gazed at Keiji. It made your heart squeeze at the love between them. Keiji smiled and nodded, deciding at that time to roll his hips. You threw your head back and mewled, sensitive from the consecutive orgasms previously.
âIâm glad youâre still sensitive. Thereâs no evidence to back it up, but I heard the more orgasms a woman has, the more likely it is sheâll get pregnant. Of course, Omegas have a fertile cycle, but youâre a Beta, so I had to track your cycle for about three months. I hope it was enough.â
âThree months?! Akaashi Kei- oh!â You screamed, feeling KĆtarĆ move. He was filling up your back entrance, adding to the fullness. Also, it explained why you were on his chest.
âI also need to cut out your caffeine, thatâs a bad habit you need to cut out anyways. No more nights of drinking while binge-eating. Your body needs to be in peak condition if itâs going to carry our offspring,â
âI canât wait till youâre all swollen and wobbling. Itâll be so cute. And then weâll do it again. And again. And I donât know if I wanna stop, babe!â KĆtarĆ laughed, thrusting his hips up, making you jerk at the feeling.
âMaybe we can stop after five. Weâll need a bigger house, too,â Keiji continued, rolling his hips in rhythm to KĆtarĆâs thrusts. You closed your eyes, one hand fisting KĆtarĆâs hair while the other gripped Keijiâs shoulder, hoping to ground yourself. âYouâll look so beautiful when youâre pregnant. This is what our families want, after all. Youâll bear my children and KĆtarĆ also gets what he wants in the end. He gets his own offspring. This all works out,â he grunted, snapping his hips after almost pulling all the way out. âIn the end, at least.â
If you could form a coherent sentence, youâd tell them to stop, but the only thing on your mind was how stuffed you were. Keiji was thrusting into your puffy, abused cunt that was overflowing with KĆtarĆâs cum, rolling his hips every so often to increase pleasure. KĆtarĆâs grunts were heightening your arousal and sending you hurling towards another orgasm. Your eyes rolled, your tongue sticking out as you clenched around Keiji, sending him towards an orgasm of his own. A curse and a stutter of his hips and he was spilling his own seed into you. He knew his genes wouldnât take, not when youâd been pumped by KĆtarĆ multiple times. He had looked for the chances between a Beta and Alpha genes in a Beta, but he only got Omegas, which were made to take Alpha seed and breed easily. A small part of him wanted to try and overpower KĆtarĆ, but he knew he wouldnât be able to compare to the amount youâve already taken.
KĆtarĆ was still going, his strong, warm hands holding your knees to your chest, keeping you spread open, as he thrusted up into you. He knew Keiji had finished, the face he was sporting a familiar scene to the Alpha, so KĆtarĆ was chasing his own high. A high-pitched whine from you as Keiji rolled his hips again, earning a growl from KĆtarĆ in return. You pant as your hand leaves Keijiâs shoulder, ghosting over your sensitive clit as you attempt to close your thighs, overly sensitive from all the rounds youâve been forced to go through. Keiji saw your hand brush over it, taking his own hand to replace yours and apply pressure onto the nub, rubbing it.
A scream was ripped from your throat, another orgasm around Keijiâs cock as KĆtarĆ buried himself, shoving his knot in your tight hole. You were twitching at the extra feeling of fullness, the hot spurts of cum in your ass and the oozing cum from your cunt, even if Keiji was plugging you up. A sigh escaped your lips, your eyes rolling back as he attempted to catch your breath. KĆtarĆ brought a hand to fondle your breast, earning another whine for him.
âI could get used to this,â
âSo could I. Good thing weâll get to see much more of it,â
You normally would have told them no, attempting to push Keiji off and out of you, but you just sighed, trying to kiss KĆtarĆ. He smiled and obliged, licking your lips before kissing you, enjoying the taste of you. Keiji smiled at the scene, bringing his mouth to your perky nipple from KĆtarĆâs earlier fondling, biting gently on it. You mewled, shifting your legs up Keijiâs hips and he moved in deeper. KĆtarĆ growled, his hand rubbing the red and swollen nub between your legs. You wouldnât normally let this continue, but you could hardly think.
If you could think properly, you might have noticed the bags of clothes you donât remember bringing to Keijiâs. You might have seen the handcuffs nearby. You might have seen the extra lock on the bedroom door, so out of place. You normally would have been able to think properly, but the only thing you could think of was being stuffed with Keijiâs and KĆtarĆâs thick cocks, filling you up to the brim.
Sequel -> The Perfect Family [tw includes dubcon/noncon, use of the word r*pe, water torture/attempted drowning, gunplay, pregnancy, blood, abuse (mentally and physically), bit of watersports]
being ushijimaâs dumb little housewife who he taught you to solely rely on him & made you incapable to think for yourself (àčïż«âżïż©àč)
warnings : manipulation, dumbification, violence (face slapping), dubcon, breeding, mindbreak-ish
he expects you to be on your knees at the door the moment he gets homeâ ready to greet him with a âwelcome home, sirâ rolling off your lips. he wants the house to be clean & dinner to be ready and prepared for him already as well. he thinks these are really the bare minimum he could ask from you while he works hard to support both you & him. all he asks is for you to be a obedient & dutiful wife for him.
and you know better than to act otherwiseâ memories of him disciplining you with his rough & calloused hands striking against your face, leaving red marks in the shape of his hands on your cheek while salty tears stream down your face. him merely laughing off your idea of getting a job as well so he doesnât have to work as hardâ telling you that youâre just too dumb to handle having a job & to not worry your pretty little head about it, just stay at home & worry about what to cook for dinner instead.
but wakatoshi still loves you, youâre certain he does. why else would be leaving feverish kisses all over your neck from behind you as youâre cookingâ eventually beginning to start humping the soft mounds of your ass or if he really has no self restraint, heâd pull his pants down & pull your panties aside as he shoves his big cock into your unprepped cunny all while demanding that you donât stop cooking.
why else would he demand you to start sucking his cock the moment he gets back home, feeling stressed & tensed from his dayâs activitiesâcalling you his âperfect little slutâ as he releases his warm cum into your mouth & orders you to swallow it all. why else would he keep fucking your cum filled cunny even after you cry out to him that youâre too sensitive & canât handle it anymore, for him to please just stop, until youâve succumbed into a state where youâre a babbling & fucked mess all because he wants to keep breeding his little wife.
people find it weird & start to question it slightly. you were doing so well academically in school & was set getting a job, until you belonged to ushijima. and the way your first instinct was to let ushijima explain everything was also slightly concerning. âwakatoshi just wants the best for me and the both of us. he just doesnât want me to be working when i donât have to!â youâd convince them, it sounds as if youâre trying to convince yourself as well.
but wakatoshi teaches you to not mind themâ basically engraves it deep inside your brain that everything that he does is because he loves you & that this was the right way things should be done. so eventually all your concerns & second thoughts about the way things are just disappear, gone forever. all thatâs left inside that head of yours is to serve your husband like the obedient & dutiful wife you are.







