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[askmiii]

Warning ⚠️: degradation, choking, a little dub con in the beginning, toxic toxic toxic

18+

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He was cold.

Nicol thrusted his fingers into your hole, his face expressionless. He had been doing this for over twenty minutes now. You didn't like being edged but who were you to say no to the Nicol Ascart? So you complied. His thumb reached up to circle your clit and you felt your body jerk.

"Cum," he said in his soft voice.

You muffled your scream into your right hand as you climaxed, back arching. All you could see was black, then your back settled comfortably onto the desk, chest still heaving. You could feel Nicol remove his fingers. The sound of his footsteps followed after, then the sound of the door closing. You were alone now.

It's been like this for the past three weeks. Nicol would drag you into an isolated place, touch you, make you feel good, embarrassed, pathetic. He'd make you scream for him, cum for him, then he'd leave and act as if nothing happened.

Nicol had rules. Don't touch him, don't say his name, don't cum unless told to. Outside your little association he didn't like when you talked to him in front of others, and if you dared to utter a word of what happened between you two in private... well you wouldn't want to know.

You wanted to hate Nicol Ascart. In short and curt words; he was plainly mean. At least to you he was. When with others, you saw the little smiles that tugged on his face. The small chuckles and the slight but loving gestures he made to them. You didn't know why you were never the one to receive any of these gestures.

"I don't want to do this anymore." You told Nicol.

He looked up at you, his three fingers plunged in your hole. It was fifth period and he had you pushed up against the lockers half naked.

He didn't touch you after that. He didn't even glance at you. You should be happy, right? This is what you wanted, right?

Maybe it was your newfound frustration that lead you to make this reckless decision, but here you were drunk and alone at Prince Geordo's after-party still thinking about all of this. You shouldn't have came. You weren't the type, and you didn't have any friends that could drive you home, but you didn't care. You wanted to forget about him. You wanted to let loose, feel free, and not have a care in the world.

It was working a little. You were feeling good. The music was loud. Your hands traveled up and down your body as you swayed back and forth. That all went out the window when your eyes landed on a particular dark-haired male in the middle of the dance floor. A stunning brunette had her ass against him, his face stoic as always.

You felt something ignite in the pit of your stomach. You didn't know what it was.

"Y/N?"

You turned your head to the individual who called your name. You shook your head twice to make sure you weren't imagining things.

"Prince Geordo?" You asked as you stumbled back; the alcohol was doing a take on your body.

He pulled you close.

"Careful there. Now what's a good girl like you doing here?" Geordo asked gently.

You frowned.

"Mmm' not good," you barely mumbled out.

Geordo chuckled.

"Let me get someone to take you home, okay?"

You were listening to him but your eyes were trained on the two individuals on the dance floor. The brunette was now whispering something into Nicol's ear. Your eyes twitched when his hand ran down her back.

"No," you replied to Geordo.

"Y/N—" Geordo started but before he could finish, your lips latched onto his.

You couldn't help it. They looked so pink and plump.

He tasted like Vodka.

Your hands began to roam his body slowly making sure he wanted it. He didn't stop you. You started at his ear, the nape, caressed down his chest, all the way to his belt.

"Y/N" Geordo warned, his voice dangerously lower.

"Ssshhhh. I can handle it," you whispered into his ear.

He groaned.

"Let me make you feel good," you begged.

A violent pull by the wrist ripped you away from the blond prince. You knew exactly who it was. You felt half disappointed and half relieved.

"Let me go, Nicol!" You screamed as he dragged you across a grassy lawn. You two were far away from the party now. You had no idea where he was taking you.

He stopped dead in his tracks and glowered down at you. You almost whimpered.

"When did I say you could call me by my name?"

His voice came out in a menacing tone.

Your fear disappear and a frown deepened on your face. You weren't going to let him scare you. Nicol took up the challenge; he pushed you onto the grass. He was practically sitting on top of you, his right hand holding both your arms above your head, and his left hand choking your neck.

"Fucking slut, brat, whore..." he began degrading you while looking straight into your eyes.

You began to tear up a little at all the insults he threw at you while thrashing violently under him. He was so mean, yet oddly enough you liked it. You began to press your thighs together as he continued; you were becoming aroused.

"Maybe I'll just take you right here, right now, for anyone to see and hear. You would like that wouldn't you? Yes you would, considering how you were about to fuck my best friend in front of everyone."

Another tear slipped out of your eye as he continued.

"And you had the nerve to tell me you didn't want me anymore? Why? Because you thought you could do better? What? You wanted a Prince? Remember this and remember it well, you will never be anything more than MY cumdoll."

He released his left hand from your neck and you quickly gasped for all the air you could.

You glared at Nicol, your eyes red and teary from the crying. God were you pretty like that.

"That's it. I can't take it anymore. Take off your panties," he ordered.

You didn't understand why he told you to do it, because his hands were already reaching under your skirt, pulling the tiny fabric off.

"Wait—"

But he was already spreading your legs.

"Not here," you pleaded looking around hoping no one was near.

Nicol didn't care. He was busy taking his own pants off.

Your eyes widened at his naked half. You had never seen his bare bottom half before.

He hovered over you, his anger was all gone now. He looked vulnerable almost.

"Do you want to touch me?" He asked softly.

There was a moment of silence. You didn't know if he was testing you. He had never done or asked anything like this before. Your hands hesitantly and slowly made their way to his face. You caressed his cheeks carefully and smiled unconsciously when he closed his eyes wanting to focus on your touch.

Nicol opened his eyes again and scrunched them together "I want to put it in, is that okay?"

You gulped.

"It's your first time, isn't it?" He asked.

You nodded.

"It's going to hurt. Tell me to stop if it's too painful, okay?"

He pulled something out of his pocket and wrapped it over his cock as you stared in wonder.

"I'll teach you how to do that another time. Stay still now."

He was right, it was painful.

"Does it hurt?" He whispered worriedly.

You nodded.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.

"No," you said pulling the collar on his shirt.

Soon enough the pain drifted, it started to feel blissful. As the thrusts became harder so did your moans.

"Ah! Ah! Nnngh—" your eyes were rolling back.

He was hitting a spot you didn't know you had. You were both about to burst, you could feel it.

"Need you to touch me princess, say my name, hug me tight, I'm gonna fuck you so good, I'm gonna make you feel so good, gonna make you my princess, your mine-Ah!"

Your bodies twitched and you screamed as you felt an overwhelming sensation you had never felt before. Nicol collapsed on top of you mumbling incoherent things about the things he was going to do with you after this. You weren't paying attention.

All you were focused on was the good feeling and the blinking stars above you two.

[askmiii]

⚠️⚠️ WARNING ⚠️⚠️: Sub-Con, Toxic, 18+ , Mature, read at your own risk, smut

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You hated him. 

Hikaru Hitachiin, co-chairman of the company you worked for. 

It was supposed to be you in that seat with Kaoru, not Hikaru. It was you and Kaoru who spent endless nights revising and discussing proposals. It was you and Kaoru who worked your way from the bottom of Mr. Hitachiin’s company to get into the line of directors. It was you and Kaoru, yet in the end it was the bloodline and connections that won. The former chairman chose Kaoru and Hikaru, instead of you. It made sense, but was unfair. He barely managed to graduate college, couldn't make decisions without Kaoru, and had tantrums every ten minutes.

Hikaru hated you too. 

He hated how you went against every word that came out of his mouth. He hated the jeers you sneaked under your breath when he passed by, the way your eyes bored holes into his head while he spoke, the way he stumbled over his words only around you, he hated the tight skirts you wore that barely passed over your underwear, the way your low blouses exposed your breasts everytime you bent over, he hated how whenever he was fucking someone it would be you he was thinking of. He hated you. 

When they announced the employees who would be traveling to the Paris conference, you were ecstatic. You knew you would be on the list, and of course the CEO would be going too. It had been awhile since you and Kaoru had traveled anywhere since he became CEO and you got promoted. You two used to eat lunch together everyday and now you could only see each other once a month outside of work.

Imagine how shocked you were when you found out Hikaru would be going instead. It was utter nonsense, and highly unfair. 

The conference was a mess. You had to save Hikaru five times throughout the whole thing. You didn’t deem it a difficult task, all he had to do was give a speech. When no sponsors had approached your company by the end of the night, you were furious. You wanted to claw Hikaru's eyes out as soon as the event ended, so here you were, in his hotel room, pouring out all of your pent-up anger. 

"Who fires their secretary and their publicist the week before a conference?! Why didn’t you tell anyone? You could have at least had someone review your speech!"

Hikaru was barely listening, a glass of wine in his hands, and his eyes trained on the skin tight dress you were wearing. 

"Are you even listening?" 

You ran a hand through your hair frustratingly, then leaned on the table scrolling through your phone. The pose made your breasts spill out of your tiny dress. The view caused a tent in Hikaru’s pants. He clenched tighter on the wine glass in his hand.

“Whatever, of course you don’t care. I’m calling Kaoru.”

Kaoru immediately picked up, “Hello-”

It happened in seconds. The sound of glass breaking was first, then the phone in your hand was violently thrown, and before you knew it your hands were pinned up against the wall and Hikaru was breathing down your neck, his knee in between your legs.

Your mind went blank. 

Hikaru began making a trail of kisses down your neck then up to your lips. His knee massaged your crotch and you let out a shocked squeal. He was drunk, and so were you. You could taste the liquor on his lips and on his tongue. He groped your breasts and outlined the rest of your plump body with his hand. His touches became rougher and his kisses sloppier. This wasn’t right, but it sure did feel good. When was the last time you had sex? Graduation night? You couldn’t remember. 

Your hands willingly found their way to Hiakru’s tent and he let out an erotic groan. 

Hikaru had imagined this day from the moment he met you. You were perfect. From the way you smiled, to the way you pouted in frustration when things weren't going in your favor, or when your eyes fluttered a little whenever you were startled. He had imagined how you would look underneath him, how you would look above him, and the face you would make when he came into you, but you liked Kaoru. He knew. 

Loud moans spilled out of your mouth. Hikaru had slid his face down in between your legs. He injected two fingers inside of you while his tongue played with your clit. Every lick sent you overboard. When he removed his mouth from your entrance and inserted a third finger in, a mewled whine escaped your mouth.

He detached his mouth from your dripping pussy and inhaled your scent. 

"Don't have anything to say now, do you?” he murmured

He began to pump harder. 

"I’m going to fuck the brat of you. That'll teach you your place."

You clutched onto his wrist moving him deeper. Hikaru quickened his pace. All you could think about was reaching your high. You were almost there.

“Who’s making you feel this good, hm?”

You didn’t answer, not wanting to give him any power. Hikaru abruptly pulled out his fingers causing you to clench around nothing.

“What the hell Hikaru?!” you asked your tone laced in anger

Hikaru didn’t respond, instead he pushed you onto the bed, ass up. A loud and hard spank made you yelp. He repeated five more times. Each of your screams were so pretty. Hikaru could listen to them all day if you'd let him.

He pulled your hair and growled into your ear “I said who was making you feel this good?"

“You are,” you said quietly.

“Say my name, baby girl.” His voice was now softer, it sounded like he was pleading almost.

“Hikaru.”

Hikaru turned your body over gently so you could lay on your back. His hands ran over your throbbing opening and you squirmed at his touch.

“Can I put my cock inside you?”

The question came out so blunt you almost laughed.

You nodded your head, “Yes.”

You sat up and unzipped his pants. It sprung out and you bit back the urge to put it in your mouth. That would be for another time. You looked up into Hikaru’s eyes while pumping his dick to get it ready to be put inside you. You purposefully stroked long and slow which evidently angered and turned him on at the same time.

“Y/N,” he warned breathlessly. 

When his cock entered you, it was more painful than pleasurable. After adjusting, and a few thrusts, Hikaru built a steady pleasuring rhythm. It was dirty; the sound of skin slapping against each other mixed with the sound of your moans. 

Hikaru was mumbling and whimpering into your neck “so tight… so good… Ah!”

He was reaching his climax and so were you.

The pace quickened and you gasped at the inhumane speed he was going. His hands were messily rubbing your clit while his cock pumped faster and faster in you. Your hands were clenching the bedsheets as you moaned and grinded. You felt the muscles in his cock twitch inside you and a web of white liquid exploded as you reached your climax. He let out a long and loud groan before helping you ride your high as you heaved your chest up and down.

You smiled as he collapsed on top of you, his cock still inside. He clasped his hands into yours peppering kisses on your jawline.

“Y/N?” he said.

“Hmm?” you moaned.

“Did you ever end that call with Kaoru?”

Your eyes widened in shock as you sharply turned your head over to the phone on the floor. 

Kaoru had been listening the whole time. 

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First post. Thanks for reading it this far :)

EDIT: If you notice it's different, yes I edited it.