#yanderexdarling

“Sit still, be a good little human for me, you don’t want to upset me, right?”

You stared upwards towards Mahito. You’d spent 8 months of his obsessive behavior before he had finally taken you away from the world you knew. Now it had been 5 more. If you’d been counting correctly.

“Mhm.” You say, looking away now. Sometimes if you’d stare too hard, you’d notice things off about him. Like, he was trying to appear human like in his form as a curse. A concept you’d come to understand as far as your tiny human brain could comprehend.

“Good! Because you know what will happen if you don’t!” He gently taps the tip of your nose. He’s straddling you on a flat mattress on the ground of some far away place. Somewhere abandoned, the bones of an old house.

You focus your attention to the stack of books next to you. Mahito likes to read, he likes to learn more about humans, he likes to experiment. You’ve had the misfortune of witnessing just exactly what he was capable of.

“Hey! Look at me, human.” He says. He knows your name, but he chooses not to refer you by that title, another subtle way of stripping you of any humanity you’d had left.

You turn to him, your head moving back to its original place. He’s fully dressed, you’re in underwear and a tank top, nothing else. He decides that this is all you get, all you deserve.

He pokes and prods at your ribs, as you begin to squirm. He adores your state of uncomfortableness. He loves the disgusted look on your face, hiding behind fear. He can see that you’re shy. You’re stiff underneath him. His eyes bore into yours, with that sick and twisted grin he seems to always have. You try keeping the eye contact, but you blink around, breaking the gaze every few moments.

“I wanted to try something new with you, human.” A look of worry suddenly took over your face. “Haha! Don’t worry~ it’s something your species finds fun! So sit still.” Mahito begins to use his hands to pin your hands by your head. Your breathing picks up. You’re afraid. You try to stop the squirming, but he’s got you in an exposed, vulnerable state. His grip is firm, and you know you couldn’t break free even if you tried.

“You scared? Don’t be, I’ll be gentle with you,” those words crept up from your spine to your throat. What could he have possibly meant by that? You secretly knew, but refused to let the thought enter your brain.

“But you have to be good!” He looks down at you. “Don’t make me punish you.” He says in a completely serious tone, the absolute opposite of what he sounded like before. It shook you straight, and you completely stopped any further movements. Mahito loves how pliable you were, a doe eyed thing. You were easily breakable, mentally, physically, all of the above. The power difference between you both tickled him pink. Just thinking about it had between his legs growing heavy, and he presses into your crotch, groaning just slightly.

Mahito hadn’t done anything sexual with you before. But you knew it had to come around one way or another. You knew it. And today was that day.

He smiles down at you, almost endearingly, as he sees your face beginning to flush. “Feeling shy today?” He grinds down slow, but with pressure. You can feel old instinct beginning to fall into your stomach. Regardless, you try to shrink into yourself.

Mahito takes one hand off of your wrist, and brings his hands up your shirt, slowly. You’re warm, and he’s cold. He sees that you leave your arm in the same spot he left it in. It seems that you know better.

His fingers ghost over your chest, gently exploring. It was odd, feeling him be gentle. But you knew, that it was not in his nature to be gentle.

His thumb rolls your nipple under the thin tank top you’re wearing, the strap on the left slowly sliding down your shoulder. Mahito suddenly rips your shirt up, watching your chest bounce cutely.

It takes you aback, so your first instinct is to cover your chest up with your free arm. Mahito, as if unmoved by your actions, pulls your arm back, staring down at your chest. Your face burns in embarrassment.

“I’ve seen stuff like this in those pornography videos.” He leans down to lick your chest, ghosting over your nipple.

You don’t mean to, but a small whine slips from you. It feels pathetic. Mahito looks at you, bringing his forehead to yours. “You like that?”

You shake your head no, shutting your eyes, anxiety taking over. “If you lie to me, I’ll turn you into a fleshlight, ‘kay?” He seemed so serious, boring his stare into you.

Your frightened state, how frozen in fear you are, makes him incredibly hard. He’s not even hiding it from you, just pressing into your groin further. He pulls your top over your head, and then follows suit with his shirt.

“Humans are such odd things, embarrassed without their clothes.” He says as he fumbles with his pants.

Curiosity takes over, and you lift your head just slightly to look down. Your brows take a worried turn. He’s hard, big, and thick. You hadn’t had sex in what seems like forever. This will hurt, you think.

Mahito seems to let out a shaky sigh as he presses his length against your clothed heat. His grinding had made you inevitably wet. Mahito scoffs at your state. So afraid beneath him, but biology takes over, and you’re slick. He moves your panties to the side, sliding himself between your slick folds.

He grows to like the feeling, yes, he likes it very much. He suddenly spits right onto your clit, the sudden impact making you jump with a squeak. He’s using his hand to rub his cock right against the entrance of your hole. The tip just barely entering. His other hand keeps him hovering over you, his hand beginning to grip your wrist even tighter.

He groans as he sits up on his knees, yanking you by the hips, pushing your wetness onto him. His fingers dig into your hips as he grinds you onto him, using you like a doll.

Your breathing hitches, and you can no longer hide the neediness in the pit of your stomach. You know it’s wrong, but you can’t help it. It feels too good.

Mahito is zeroed in on the sight before him. His cock sliding up and down your folds. His face has a slight pink to it, and he looks up at you, eyes darker than normal.

You look helpless beneath him. It strokes his ego, how stupid you look. How stupid and weak humans are. He knows he could break you at any moment, kill you in a mere second. It makes him hard. Precum dripping onto your clit.

You’re beginning to find that chase, but you don’t dare move into Mahitos rhythm. You can’t humiliate yourself further. And just as if he could read your mind, he grips your chin to look at him as he teases the head of his cock onto your entrance.

“Tell me girl, how much do you want my cock? It’s weeping for me even now. You couldn’t lie even if you wanted to.”

You’re embarrassed, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. When you don’t answer soon enough, Mahito grip your face even further, squishing your cheeks together until your lips are so puckered you can hardly speak.

“Want to be a fleshlight?”

“I- I wanth it…” you say quietly.

“I guess you do.”

“N-no! I- I wanth your- I wanth your c-ock!” You say almost pleading. He releases the grip on your face.

“Alright,” he says. He switches places with you, pulling you right on top of him, your pussy just ghosting over the tip of his cock.

He’s going to make you ride him. Forcibly putting you in a situation where you must be the one to engage in your torment.

You try to sink down, wanting this moment to be over fast. But his head it too thick, it’s too big. You’re finding trouble even pushing the whole head in. Mahitos hands fly to your sides. He’s grip into your squish, making you jolt, rubbing his tip against you. He groans, throwing his head back slightly. You see his Adam’s apple bob. You’ve never seen him in a vulnerable state like this. But even so, he’s the one undoubtedly in control.

He can’t wait, he starts pushing you down, even when you can’t. “W-wait-!” You plead as you feel the hot stretch. The pain is almost pleasurable.

“Tell me, how much you like being my little fleshlight~” he says, eyes lidded, looking at your red face, “Tell me now,” he says pushing you further down onto his cock, almost splitting you open. “I-I-!” He pulls you down further, not too slow, but not fast. A loud moan escapes you. “Wow, I had no idea how slutty you were, I should’ve fucked you sooner y/n.” Your stomach flutters, you think this is the first time he actually says your name, you truly began to think he didn’t know or didn’t care to remember. “I love being- your- fleshlight!” You shakily breath as you feel the stretch. He’s halfway in.

Mahito is trying not to combust right then and there. He grips your hips, he can’t wait, he shoves himself right into you, the head of his cock hitting the hilt of your cervix. You yelp out, a mix between pain and pleasure. The sight makes him lift you up and down onto his cock. You’re basically babbling about how he needs to slow down, but of course, your human begging means nothing to the curse. You’re beneath him, after all.

He’s gripping your waist, pulling you up and down onto him. You don’t even get the chance to adjust yourself, he’s using you as if you weigh nothing.

Mahito is staring right at your chest, you can see him, pink spreading up your face and down your neck. Your moans are broken up by his relentless pursuit. He shifts his eyes to your face. He thinks you look pretty like this. Of course he had known you were pretty before, but now, it was different. Like you were this untainted thing before him. And now, his hands were dirtying you. And still, you are pretty.

Your eyes are half lidded, pink in the face, and drool escaping the corner of your mouth. He leans up, grinding your hips onto him, he’s deep inside you. He uses his strong arms to hug you in place, sucking and biting at your neck as he continues to use you. He finds that sweet spot on your neck, and you cry out, hands flying to his shoulders for balance.

He’s close, you can tell. His thrusts are becoming erratic, less deliberate, more aggressive.

He’s hitting your cervix, hard. The feeling has become pleasurable, and you moan out as you feel Mahito kissing down your neck onto your collarbones, biting the softness of your chest.

That feeling of coming undone is taking over. You want to fight everything in you not to cum, but you feel yourself pulsing around him. He groans in response. You moan out louder, and louder, voice growing hoarse as your nails dig into his shoulders. You feel the tension in his muscles. He seems to not even notice the sting of your grip, and suddenly the rubber band feeling in your stomach snaps, and you choke out a noise that you had no idea was in you. You’re hanging onto him as you ride out your high, body growing limp as he fucks into you.

Suddenly you can feel him pushing deeper inside, the last few thrusts he gives out are desperate to be inside you fully. He stills his hips for a moment, you can feel his cock throbbing inside. He’s filling you up, and he moves his hand to your ass, gripping the fat there, lifting you up slowly to see his thick white cum dripping out of your full cunt. He’s breathing heavily, as he’s entranced by your pornographic fucked out state, the spit escaping your mouth that’s dribbled onto your chest, your body slick with sweat, and cum drooling out of your pussy.

You collapse onto him fully, body too sore and tired to think about what just happened, what you just did. He plops back onto the mattress, with you on his chest. He pulls out, his softening length resting between your ass.

Your breathing is ragged, but he’s gained his composure quickly. He rolls you off of him as you take your place next to him, eyes closed, not even resisting. He looks at you, you’re exhausted.