kinda relieved to remake it, but first, the rules:
1. I do write for mlm now that I've learned to write for mlm. I'll write for just about any ship, except ships with characters that I do not feel comfortable writing for (which I'll list below)
2. I am not writing for Sonsoudam, Sounia, Togafuka. Let's get that straight.
3. I'm not comfy with piss kinks or any kink with body fluids that aren't spit, blood or cum. Spit, blood, and cum I can work with, but outside of that? No.
4. Vomit is also out of the question (I don't kink shame, but what even...)
5. While some of my fics revolve around somnophilia/rough sex, mind you in my mind, there is implied consent. Therefore, I will not be writing anything to do with rape/non-con.
6. Characters I DO NOT write smut for:
_ Kokichi Ouma
_ Hiyoko Saionji
_ Himiko Yumeno
_ Hifumi Yamada
_ Any of the WOH (obviously, jesus)
_ Haji Towa (also obvious)
_Junko Enoshima
(this list can change. very iffy about Teruteru. before y'all assume, no it's not because he isn't conventionally attractive, Its almost to do for the same reason I don't write for the first three characters, which I don't have to disclose, but you can assume why. Also, I will explain that Hifumi is cute to me, I don't see me writing smut about him tho and I don't have to...now, if you pay me to write smut about him—)
Masterlist
finally, am I right?
. . .
Trigger Happy Havoc
Byakuya Togami
Just Like Heaven (Byakuya Togami x Reader)
The Same Deep Water as You (Byakuya Togami x Degradee Reader)
Hair Dye Hcs: Byakuya Togami + Kazuichi Souda
First Love (Sougami: Byakuya Togami x Kazuichi Soda)
Sub!Byakuya x Dom!Fem Reader (Pegging)
Sub!Byakuya x Dom!Fem Reader (No Pegging)
Leon Kuwata
Leon Kuwata x Self-Conscious Fem!Reader
Makoto Naegi
(Smut+Fluff) Makoto Naegi x Sub!Reader
Sakura Ogami
Dom!Sakura x Fem!Reader
Sayaka Maizono
Plus Size Sayaka x Fem!Reader
Super Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair
Byakuya Twogami
From Different Heights (Imposter x Fem! Reader)
Chiaki Nanami
Chiaki, Kazuichi, and Nagito’s response to kissing their S/O
Chiaki Nanami with a Selectively Mute S/O Hcs
Chiaki Nanami x Reader (ft. Komahina as wingmen)
General Chiaki Nanami Hcs
Kazuichi Soda
Better Late Than Never (Kazuichi Soda x Reader)
This Night Has Opened My Eyes (Kazuichi Soda x Reader)
Chiaki, Kazuichi, and Nagito’s response to kissing their S/O
Hand in Glove (Kazuichi Soda x Fem!Reader)
Kazuichi Soda Breeding Kink Hcs
Feral Kazuichi x Quiet Reader
Married Fic w/ NSFW Kazuichi
Hair Dye Hcs: Byakuya Togami + Kazuichi Souda
Kazuichi x Fem!Ultimate Archer Reader who is Selectively Mute
First Love (Sougami: Byakuya Togami x Kazuichi Soda)
Yandere Mastermind!Kazuichi Oneshot
Car Sex: Kazuichi Soda x Reader
Sub!Kazuichi Soda x Fem!Dom Reader
‘last night i dreamt somebody loved me’ masterlist
Nagito Komaeda
Chiaki, Kazuichi, and Nagito’s response to kissing their S/O
Camisado (Dom!Nagito Komaeda x Soft Fem!Reader)
Dom!Nagito Komaeda x Reader
Stalker Nagito Komaeda x Milf!Dom Reader
Morning After: Nagito Komaeda x Fem!Reader Smut
Peko Pekoyama
Dom!Peko Pekoyama x Fem!Reader
Danganronpa v3: Killing Harmony
Gonta Gokuhara
Gonta Gokuhara Oneshot I Wrote Last Night ‘Cause I was getting flashbacks and Needed Comfort
kazuichi walked inside the house, nagito waiting for him. "i was worried sick". kazuichi sighs, looking around. "do you have anything to drink?," he asks as he lays on the couch,"m'parched". nagito's brows furrow, tossing a pillow at him. it lands over his face, a muffled "hey–!" comes from it.
"are you ignoring me?"
"nono, komaeda... i came back from a walk and i'm parched and wondered if you could spare a drop of orange juice...?"
nagito stares at him, hands on his hips.
"...apple?..."
nagito sighs, "we have pineapple". kazuichi sits up and shrugs. "that'll have to do". nagito brings him a glass of pineapple juice, handing it to him. kazuichi thanks him, drinking it quickly. as he sets the cup down, nagito gets a clear view of his face. "wait a sec-," he mutters, grabbing his phone and facing his bright screen to his face. kazuichi hisses, pulling his head back. "souda, mind telling me what the fuck happened?". kazuichi groans.
"i ran into an opening locker while running up to ibuki, it's fine"
"that doesn't even make sense"
he holds nagito's hands and says, "dude, i'm fine... trust me". he stands up and heads to nagito's basement. "i have a lot on my mind and i want to start working on these things". kazuichi's stomach grumbles as he walks.
"uh, okay... are you sure you're okay?"
"mhm... i wanna make some stuff before bed. everything is feeling heavy today and i just..."
"i get it," nagito says, following him, "by the way, i haven't eaten either... i was thinking of getting pizza? and a big liter of cola". kazuichi smiles, pressing a kiss to his hand. "thank you," he whispers, "you've been so patient with me".
"you're beautiful and i'm here for you..."
"can't wait to tear up that pizza with you"
nagito laughs, patting his shoulder. "good, i can't do that by myself," he says, "i'll call you when it's here and let you work, i'll stop bothering now". kazuichi places a hand on his hip.
"please bother me as much as you want. suffocate me"
"is that a challenge?"
they laugh before separating to their different things. kazuichi starts his miniature projects with scrap material available as nagito finishes some work. he feels at peace, but fortunately for him it's because his mind has been made. the truth is that as much as kazuichi does have something to look forward to, that can't be all he's hanging onto. everyday, he has felt a pressure in his chest. it's started to hurt to breathe. seeing his dad tonight was the final nail in the coffin. he hated it.
chiaki messages him and he's blunt. he didn't need to lie to her, she didn't press further. he wanted a clean slate and that's what he set out to do.
the next day, he goes to school with one plan in mind: making ammends. it was easy. it was expected of him, so there was no challenge. no one asked any questions. it made him sick seeing how it was something he had to eventually do. he felt weak and that's all he could tell himself. he made his own issues and he couldn't carry it. despite promising hajime, the fact he had no intention to keep this promise made him further believe this is the best choice he could make right now. in his mind, he might as well go through with it since he has the courage to do it.
he couldn't look at nagito all day, it made him sick. this man he'd been sharing a bed with and been intimate with, this man who had cared for him... he felt that if he was gone he was taking a weight off his shoulders. he'd been housed and cared for and he didn't deserve that. he was so angry with himself and ultimately that became the reason for his self destruction.
he slept somewhat away from nagito, who was a light sleeper. he pressed nagito a kiss to his forehead, then his lips softly. nagito wakes up a little. "mmmh- souda...". he smiles at him, putting a hand through kazuichi's hair. "i just really love you".
"me too"
"i'm gonna get some water... go back to sleep"
nagito whispers an okay befort going right back to sleep. with that, he got up and walked. he passes the kitchen, the dining room, the bathroom, and after a few steps he has made his way to the basement.
everything from what exactly he and kazuichi were up to that summer to what happened just now and why he was currently bleeding from his lip. that detail disturbed me more.
"why did you have to stop him?! he has no interest in talking"
"let me remind you, he threw the first blow—it's unfortunate mine was a lot stronger"
"you blocked him!"
gundham throws his hands up and sighs, "all he had to do was talk to me". he sits on the nearby bench. i feel amazed by everything he's saying. "so, you just don't feel bad?", i ask, he groans at me, "at all?". he shakes his head and finally i can sigh in relief as yes, he in fact does have emotions. he looks at me earnestly, like a kicked puppy and says, "of course i feel horrible! seeing him writhe on the floor like that, the blood seeping out of his nose... all i wanted to do in that moment was care for him!". he slams a fist on the bench, unfazed by the impact (so i can only assume how hard that punch must've been).
i was feeling so off about the whole thing. gundham was never one to act out like this towards anyone, he was cool! their, albiet one sided, romantic rivalry wasn't anything more than a distraction? the whole thing was weird. he kept it up for a long time, pretending to hate gundham over sonia.
although, given what i know now, he wasn't pretending. it makes more sense that he didn't hate gundham over sonia, but instead, he actually resented him for putting him through everything that occured between and then dealing with the aftermath alone.
i didn't know this, but whispers began going around their part of town about them and it was impacting kazuichi's family's business. their side of town was a tightknit community, not as liberal as you get in the main city. despite the shop being in the city, kazuichi's father isn't the friendliest, but most of his clients were from their town. instead of ever defending kazuichi, gundham found it easier to completely distance himself from kazuichi. it didn't help when he started dating sonia.
this was another topic i felt i had to touch.
"so you're playing her?"
gundham cringes at the notion, "god, no... i love sonia, i do-". "but?". there always is one, i was right about this. i know there was more he needed to add about that. "it's complex", he manages, "she's wonderful and truly understands me, but we are headed in two different paths. what happened with souda has been weighing on my mind as of late and i need closure from it all". this response had me until the last bit, it makes me scoff. i can't hide how ridiculous that tidbit was.
"what?"
"you need closure? you?"
"yes, i understand i am the one who will be hurt the least in all of this... it is selfish, but i still need this"
i sigh, rubbing my temples. "i need you to be very sure of what you're doing... how you interact with sonia from here on out and especially kazuichi," i say to him, making myself very clear, "he tries to brush everything off all the time, but he's incredibly fragile. i fear you may know that".
"i do"
"which makes it all the more awful that you're still pursing a conversation with him"
by that time, sonia and chiaki return. afterwards, we split up. we say our goodbyes and head home, sonia and gundham head one way meanwhile chiaki and i head out another way. i walk her home as we talk about the latest game, trying not to talk about the tensions between our friends. i can tell it weighs a lot on her as well. she's been very proactive in how we all get along. we can all say we love her and it wouldn't be an unpopular opinion among the group.
anyway, when she gets home, she tells me, "i think i'm going to message kazuichi... i haven't checked on him, but something tells me i should". i agree with her. it would do him well to know that despite everything, we're all there for him... most of us, at least. plus, as far as i'm concerned, he has nothing against her.
with that, i head to my own home. i have some dinner and finish some last minute assignments. afterwards, i go to bed. i slept well that night knowing that chiaki was checking on him. the interaction with gundham was weighing on me a little bit, though. part of me wanted to tell sonia, but that really didn't feel like my call. i went to sleep hoping deep down, gundham was man enough to communicate with her.
the next morning, i get ready as i've usually done. when i get to school, i look around and to my very big surprise: gundham, sonia, and kazuichi—all of them by his locker talking and smiling. as if yesterday didn't happen at all. i felt like i saw extraterrestrial life walk through the halls of hope's peak. in fact, that would make more sense than whatever was happening right in front of me. kazuichi spots me, his eyes widen and his smile follows suit.
"hajime! good mornin', man!"
i was confused and with many questions as he daps me up, like brothers. we were back? "hey, dude...," i manage out slowly, "it's nice to see you in bright spirits today". sonia's smile beams as she audibly agrees, nodding. "souda has been quite the gem this morning!," she explains, "he helped fix my car as it stopped just a mile away from campus! quite helpful as always". kazuichi pops his collar, he's cocky.
"an easy task for the ultimate mechanic"
she laughs as gundham looks at him with intrigue, then looks at me. we are both thinking the same thing. "that reminds me-!," kazuichi starts digging in his backpack, taking out a gift box, "you asked me a while ago about this model i had in my room for a specifc car... you looked like you really liked it". he hands me the carefully wrapped box, his smile never wanes. i'd seen this man smile, but never like this. it might sound messed up, but it was almost uncanny. smiling so hard, i could count his teeth and his gums could almost be seen.
"what's this?"
"the car! i figured i'd give it to ya... think of it as a late birthday present"
"oh, no- i couldn't take this from you"
sonia gets behind kazuichi and says, "come on, hajime! just accept the gift!". eventually, kazuichi's smile softens to something much more real. it was something i'd seen before and something contagious. with that, i accept his gift. "thank you, kazuichi".
at lunch, we all sit together today. it's like our first times hanging out as a group, everyone is happy to be together. "i come bearing gifts!," he says, pulling out small boxes for everyone, "i've missed you all so much and i apologize for my behavior these past few days. open them!". everyone is eager to get their box, once them open them they are met with small personalized trinkets. the entire table is amused.
"where did you find this?!," akane asks, in complete awe at the miniature, mechanical gymnast toy flipping on a balance beam. kazuichi smiles at her, "spent all night working on them". she and the rest of the table thank him. i smile at the scene, but am interrupted by chiaki. she tugs at my sleeve.
"can we talk?"
i nod, leaving the table without a word. we head to the most empty hall we could find. "what happened?". she looks around, her arms crossed uncomfortably. "doesn't it seem weird?," she asks me. there's a considerable amount of worry in her eyes. "what? kazuichi?". she nods, leaning closer.
"he's the happiest i've ever seen him... out of nowhere. smiling wide, gift giving"
"yeah, i thought it was off too, but maybe we're thinking about it too much?"
"last night, when i spoke to him, he told me he wanted a clean slate"
to me, that wording felt weird. yet, kazuichi wasn't necessarily normal, so it probably was nothing and i assure chiaki as much. she sighs and after a moment, she seemingly agrees. with that, we head back for the table. we should be happy that kazuichi is happy. this is what we want. his participation in classes were up, showing just how knowledgable he is in these subjects. he was talking to everyone, people were happy to talk to him.
knowing he had a good day made me feel nice. speaking of him, i had a nice interaction with him before going home. before i left, i went around campus picking up posters from past events and saw him sitting on a bench outside on the field. he had his headphones, eyes closed. he was really into what was playing. i sit next to him, he feels my presence as he opens his eyes. "hey, man," he smiles at me.
"hey"
i smile back at him, ruffling his hair. he has this soft laugh as i ruin his hair that makes everything feel like it would be okay. he puts his beanie back on, taking off his headphones. "whatcha doin'?". i show him the stack of old posters and he knows it's all student council stuff. i look at him as he looks out towards the field. instinctively, my hands go to his arm, kneading a bit.
"you okay?"
he looks at me for a second, but it doesn't take long for his smile to quiver. there's this twitch in his throat before his eyes water. he sniffles, wiping any tears away. i reach for him and he holds my hand.
"i'm just really happy..."
"kazuichi?"
"no, really! this is the happiest day i've had in a long time... it might even be one of the happiest in my life"
i feel for him. consoling him until he calms down. i told him before i left how much we love him and care for him. i asked him to promise me that if anything gets hard again, he would reach out.
"yeah, man... thank you, i love you so much, bro"
"i love you too, souda, but promise me"
"i promise"
if not for those words, i wouldn't have gone home that day. i would've stayed on that bench with him till the campus closed and the gates opened come morning. i wondered about him before i went to bed and all i could do is hope he kept that promise.
tw/cw: violence, also a depressing chapter (which applies for the last few chapters)
a/n: hope everyone is enjoying! i wonder if i should cw
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"you ought to pull yourself together... that outburst, that tantrum you threw out there..."
kazuichi's face was red. he wasn't embarrassed, but entirely upset and tear stained. he looks away from togami, who is now scolding him. "i'm sorry, i couldn't...". he sighs and togami offers him the box of tissues, shaking his head. "this whole thing about senior parties... this is all trivial," he says, "you have much more to worry about". kazuichi groans, knowing how true that is. togami looks stopped in his tracks by the noise, he had more to say.
"...and much more to look forward to"
kazuichi sits up from the chair he was once slouching in. he raises a brow. "what do you mean?". togami sits down.
"be honest with me... how would you assess your intellect?"
kazuichi isn't dumb, but for a moment he wonders why togami wouldn't just ask how smart he thinks he is. he doesn't voice this, instead, he responds, "i dunno... i'm not stupid, but i'm not smart either". togami nods.
"so average"
"yeah... maybe a bit under that?"
togami nods again, typing on his computer. "right...", he says, eyes entirely locked onto the screen, "have you begun to work on that pathetically low self esteem of yours?". kazuichi is taken aback by his words. "hey-!". the counselor sighs, shaking his head, "it's incredibly frustrating". kazuichi didn't see why it was relevant or important to the conversation of his intelligence. he wants to ask, but before he could, togami would provide an answer by facing the screen to him.
"you grade point average is at a 4.2 and you scored an almost perfect score on your college entrance exams"
kazuichi is shocked.
"you're lying"
"why would i need to lie about this? that'd be cruel"
as kazuichi sits there with his mouth agape, the counselor asks, "you seem genuinely surprised. what did you make of the funny numbers on your report cards every term". he shrugs. honestly, kazuichi never looked at his report cards. he just assumed they were bad and hid them from his parents. for some reason, he feels the need to tell togami this.
"see, that was stupid"
kazuichi laughs and agrees, "i guess it was". togami sits back down and furthers the conversation. "let me be direct—you are very smart in all that is academic, but that stops when it comes to anything emotional and otherwise worldly... you know nothing of the world, what actually matters and somewhat less than the average person your age," he says, "i don't fault you, for now, at least. i've had the displeasure of familiarizing myself with your family". he takes that in, realizing that he's right. he wants things to be different, but he doesn't know where to start.
this he doesn't tell togami.
"you were awarded a scholarship... it would cover your studying costs and then some for 4 years"
kazuichi can't help but audibly gasp at this.
"no, there's no way-"
"just shut up. accept this good thing, don't deny it...embrace it. you deserve this"
kazuichi leaves after thanking togami repeatedly. he's on a high when he leaves and he wants to tell the whole world, he doesn't know who to tell first. that high he was riding died out as soon as he thought his mom and dad be the first to know. in an ideal world, he'd be able to run home and tell them. the reality is he doesn't have a home to do so. his family want nothing to do with him. he doesn't have a relationship with his family.
at that, he feels a swelling in his chest and his heartbeat increasing. he looks around, needing nagito or anyone in that moment. he walks frantically, his pace faster as he tries to find anyone. he doesn't even register what hallway he's walking through, but it occurs to him that he's in arts area of the school. it's then that ibuki walks past him to enter a room. she spots him, continuing forth. perhaps she didn't realize it was him exactly until a second later because it doesn't take long for her to rewind and walk backwards back out into the hallway. she points at kazuichi with a big grin.
"soda pop! baby! how are yo- oh, no. WHAT HAPPENED?!"
her arms go around him with such quickness, she doesn't need to know more for her to do so. she pulls him into the room she was headed into, a small recording booth. after hitting the light switch to turn on the "live" sign outside the door and closing the blinds to the door's window, she takes him to the ground and holds him to her. her heart breaks seeing him in such distress. his sobs, the gasps for air, his occasional whimpers from how his air comes out sometimes from him trying to hold it in—it's starting to affect her. "kaz, t-talk to me...," she says, feeling a lump in her throat as she rocks him, "please, please, please...".
she cries into his hair and suddenly, he looks up, "are you crying?". ibuki whines, nodding, "yes! i love you, man!". he holds her tighter.
"you're such a fucking empath"
"i've missed you and i haven't seen you and I LOVE YOU!"
she holds his face, looking intensely in his eyes. kazuichi feels his face flush as he takes his hand, pinching her chin. ibuki grins, kissing his nose. at that, kazuichi can't help but smile. he flips her, putting her on top of him. he hugs her tightly, all she does is laugh.
that afternoon spent with ibuki was among the best he’s had in recent memory. something about her was soothing despite her high energy. that energy stems from her confidence, which rubs off on him and reassures him when he’s feeling his worst. however, despite everything good about her, he can’t bring himself to open up fully. whereas he (a social pariah few people feel bad for) has nothing left to lose with nagito (a social pariah people most feel bad for), he has everything to lose with ibuki (a social butterfly adored by most).
so when ibuki asked “what was going on today?”, he just shrugs it off. “nah, nothing,” he mutters, “i guess it’s just one of those days”. ibuki feels in her soul that for kazuichi, its been “one of those days” for the past 2 months.
“seriously? nothing at all?”
“yeah. seasonal affective stuff. i’ll get over it”
ibuki wants to press further, but they’re having a nice time. the last thing she wants is to make him uncomfortable, so she nods. eventually, though, kazuichi does say:
“i got a scholarship”
ibuki’s eyes brighten up with glee and excitement. she practically tackles him, gleaming. “WHAT?! are you kidding?!?”. her happiness is so genuine and it’s so contagious, it causes kazuichi to break out into another smile (albeit a soft one). he explains everything to her and all she can feel is a sense of pride, despite not having anything to do with it.
she’s happy for her friend.
after this meetup, they hug and he leaves the studio unable to get rid of his smile. in fact, nothing could get rid of it. he walks down the halls, to the student center—smiling obnoxiously. he gets to the locker room and
“there you are!”
his smile deflates. he knows that dark tone from anywhere. “i’ve spent all day looking for you,” gundham practically scolds him as if he were his mother, “i left no stone unturned until i found you and alas here you are—in class”. kazuichi rolls his eyes.
“i’m leaving for the day, the school day is over and i left some things in my locker”
he pulls out some tools and beat up sneakers from his locker. “i’m going home now”. at that, gundham can’t help but mirror him. he takes a step forward, blocking him. for a moment, kazuichi thinks it an accident, but as soon as he moves to both the left and right of the aisle, gundham follows. this was intentional. he isn’t supposed to leave. kazuichi takes a step back, defensively. “move out of the way, tanaka”. there’s a sense of warning in his tone.
“or else what?”
kazuichi is taken aback about the level of calm in gundham’s voice in that moment. “dude, get the fuck out of my way!,” he yells, then attempts to push past gundham. it’s no use as the minute he touches him, he's as stiff as a rock—unable to be moved, both physically and emotionally. this is what kazuichi truly hates about him. he tries again to bump him out of the way, gundham pushes him back into the lockers. with a soft grunt, he hits the metal. at that point, kazuichi is seething. without warning, he throws a weird, but oddly impactful punch that hits gundham square in the mouth.
if kazuichi were strong or even knew how to throw a proper punch, it might have knocked out teeth. all it did was push his bottom lip hard enough against his teeth that it might've even pushed it a bit between, causing a point... in short, gundham had a slightly busted lip. at that, gundham grabs his shoulders and pushes him once again against the lockers. he follows it up with a decent punch to the nose area.
and it was good.
kazuichi feels his head ringing and let's himself slide down the lockers, his hand pressed against the impacted area. he wishes he was tough or strong enough to get up and beat his ass, but that isn't him. it never was. as he sits on the ground, he trembles in anger. he starts to choke back a sob and once he's unable to hold it back, he gasps as the cries spill from his mouth. gundham is frightened by his cries. did he actually mess him up that bad?
he looks down at kazuichi the moment he seems to look up at him, letting go of his nose. kazuichi feels something warm on his hand the second he's looking at gundham, which lets him look at him for a quick second as now his attention is on his hand which is now full of blood. "no! ugh—!". kazuichi hits the locker behind him, his anger only making him cry harder. gundham drops to the floor next to him, a surge of remorse coursing through his body.
"i'm so sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry- lord almighty, what..."
his arms go to kazuichi, twitching as they decide on whether to comfort him or try to stop his bleeding and clean him up. he manages both: one arm wraps around him, the bandage wrapped arm presses gently against his nose, soaking up the blood. all of this has become overly suffocating for kazuichi. he struggles away and stands up, finally able to run away.
kazuichi runs off campus, everything in his mind is so hazy and he's never been more overwhemled. he doesn't even remember the route or exit he left the school from. he just knew that he needed to get out. he sits at a random bus stop, not intending to board the bus. he just needed to catch his breath.
once his breathing and heart rate settled down, he got up and made his way to nagito's home. as he walked, he kept thinking that people were overwhelming. he didn't want to go home. that wasn't even his home. instead of going to nagito, he began to wander, eventually getting on the bus that stopped at the random bus stop he sat by to catch his breath. the bus was en route to the city, kazuichi had some change in his pockets. he could kill time there before he went to nagito.
as he walked around, he's go through this thing where he'd near the entrance of a shop, but feel discouraged the closer he got to the door, eventually abandoning the business as a whole. he couldn't enter the candy shop, not the arcade, and it was no use going to the comic book store. he felt miserable, despite wanting to enjoy whatever he could of this already horrific day. he walked towards the correct bus stop, feeling a chill as he looked at what was across the street.
the family's repair shop.
the lights had just turned off, it was only a matter of time before today's closer walked out. sure enough, he did. he locked up and turned around, kazuichi's father walked towards his car parked nearby. kazuichi prayed he would just leave or at least not see him. maybe even ignore him.
it was no use.
"kazuichi"
he looked at him, clearing his throat. all he had to do was assert himself. "closing up, huh". he tried to give his voice such coldness, but it was so forced. his dad picked up on this, snickering. he strays away from his car, looks both ways and crosses the street. the last thing kazuichi wanted has happened: his dad is in front of him and they're going to have a conversation. his father looks at the bus bench, smiling.
"sleeping arrangements for tonight?"
as he laughs, kazuichi starts to feel his heart rate pick up. "actually, no," he says, firmly, "i'm headed home". his father makes an exaggerated sound of being impressed, but he really isn't. "is that so? who are you couch surfing with now, my boy?," he laughs, "your cousin told me his previous was letting you stay at her place... that you left, which was smart since it was only a matter of time until-". kazuichi interrupts him.
"my friend offered me a room...
"and for how much a month?"
he shakes his head, "i don't need to pay him... he wants me to get back on my feet". his dad raises a brow, which is something kazuichi observes, but doesn't have the energy to analyze. this is the first time he is speaking to his father without any anxiety and it's due to a lack of care for what could happen. "nothing in this world is free," his dad says, then looks disgusted and almost pitiful, "I didn't take you for a prostitute".
that comment did take kazuichi off-guard. it was the first time his dad acknowledged his attraction to men, but he didn't think it'd be in such a vulgar way. "wh- never mind... some people are just kind," he says, but after a pause, decides to add, "would it make you feel better to know that your estranged or disowned son is off doing god knows what for a place to lay his head?". his father looks at him, a stern look.
"do you actually believe i'd take pleasure to see you like that? on the streets or a shelter?"
"why was i thrown out?"
"i suggested it, the court enforced it—YOU did that to yourself..."
"you went too far that night"
his dad groans and rolls his eyes, "that was nothing, my father would have killed me if i'd shamed him the way you've shamed me... and not just me but your entire family. you make us look bad". kazuichi looks at him blankly.
"dad, i went to the hospital"
his dad looks away, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his coat. kazuichi hates how he's being ignored now. for the first time, they're talking and it reignited hope that he could get somewhere with his father, he wasnt giving up like this. "my arm was broken... it still cracks now...," he adds, "i had nails inside my arm, holding it in place... i had to tell people i got hurt at the shop".
"you chose much later to report, it was all noise-"
"you broke a vase and charged at me... mom had to stop you"
his dad sighs, but before he could say anything else, kazuichi adds: "you could have killed me". at that, kazuichi's father can't help but grin. his grin turns into a laugh. "what?! why is that funny to you?!?". kazuichi feels his throat tighten, but he had to remain strong. his dad's laugh falters and as he looks at kazuichi, he knows just how torn up kazuichi is about all of it. however, he doesn't care because he feels justified.
"i did go too far, you are right... but kill you? please", he says, taking a puff, "kazuichi, you are nowhere near worth the trouble it would be to kill you. not even a little bit"
kazuichi backs down with that. he feels utterly defeated at that. "killing you would also be too easy for you...i don't like easy". kazuichi nods, fixing his jacket. before he can add anything else, the bus rolls up. "get back to your little friend's house, " his dad can only further twist the knife, "enjoy it while you can, who knows when you'll have overstayed your welcome". kazuichi, nods, but before heading in, he says, "i won't be there long... i got scholarship for the school of my choice... they'll cover my education and housing for 4 years".
"nice work"
only 2 words. kazuichi wasn't expecting a celebration, so he nods once again. "yeah. take care". he walks onto the bus fully, after paying the fare, he sits down in the back. he wanted to cry earlier, but now, he can't. he doesn't know what to feel, if anything at all.
a/n: FINALLY part SIX. ugh. SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT.
the next day, i'm with nagito in the office doing some paperwork. nagito has been answering office calls and all while balancing texting someone on his phone. kazuichi walks in and sits by nagito, almost as if he were waiting for him. the theory of him waiting is soo debunked because when nagito gets up, kazuichi doesn't follow. "i'm gonna use the bathroom, okay?," he says, then turns to me, "let togami know who's at the door, he'll let them in or not. whatever he decides". i give him a thumbs up and the second he leaves, i turn to kazuichi who is tinkering with a small tamagotchi that I know used to belong to nagito until it broke.
"what are you doing?"
"fixing komaeda's tamagotchi... figured it's the least i could do for the guy"
"right... hey, so i wanted to talk. in fact, i've wanted to talk this whole week"
kazuichi puts the tamagotchi down for a second. "yeah? why?". i shrug, feeling unsure of myself and whether or not to bring up the topic. "well, the party-". he immediately dissmisses me, scoffing. "nah, we're past that," he says, going back to fixing the device, "it's all fine. i don't really... give a shit. couldn't have been that fun, not without me, right?". i laugh softly, happy that he's able to have a sense of humor about it. even if we were too fucked up to realize he wasn't there, i don't doubt that it would've been way more fun without him there. "yeah, man, it was only fine without you, i wish you'd been there," i say to him, "i'm glad you understand, we had to respect the vote". kazuichi laughs, but slowly stops. he puts down the screwdriver and looks at me.
"what vote?"
my smile falters. i'm an idiot, he thinks i didn't hear his question.
"what vote, hinata?"
i shake my head and say, "nothing, just a saying," i answer, unable to think of any other way to explain what i just said. he sits up, looking confused, "i haven't heard that one before, that's not a thing". i sigh, looking at him. "alright, i just—okay, this was a party for the end of the year," i explain.
"yeah, between you and everyone else, so you, my friend, and my other friends—you voted me out of the invite list, right?"
"no, that wasn't us! that was a lot of the hope's peak senior population"
kazuichi's confused look immediately turns to one of hurt and his widened eyes give it an element of horror. "no one wanted me there?". i shook my head, "nono, just some of the students—". he cuts me off as he stands up, "right, the majority". there was no arguing that because if that weren't the case, then he would've been invited. i shrug, feeling upset now. i never meant to cause harm. all i can do at this point is become defensive. now i'm standing up.
"kaz, it's not like you didn't vote out anyone, you probably voted out nagito... i remember you thought he was a freak"
in that moment, nagito walks in. there's no way he didn't just hear everything i just said. all he does is lean against the doorframe, fully amused. at this exact moment, kazuichi is pleading his case.
"first of all, yeah, i misjudged nagito and that's something i've been honest with him about especially since he's the only one who's treated me like a human being-"
"oh, please"
"second of all, hajime, i didn't get to vote. i wasn't a part of that"
i'm in shock. this is entirely new information. "yeah, i heard talk about a party, but i never got any notice. i waited for any invite and when you brought it up, i was genuinely confused, " he adds, "i'm finding out now that i'm not someone people want around. someone the whole fucking school feels necessary to exclude". he takes a breath and his eyes tear up. he shakes his head as he wipes a tear, picks up his tools along with the tamagotchi, and storms out of the office. before nagito goes after him, he looks at me and looks like he wants to say something, but nothing comes out. he runs off after, kazuichi and the door closes slowly behind him.
i can't help but feel horrible. he didn't know the extent to which people didn't want him there. it wasn't something he wanted to deal with, so i don't fault him at all for being this upset. yet, i also feel betrayed. i decide i should also follow after him, i let the counselor know. i make up some excuse, he doesn't think much of it and lets me leave. before i can get far, i see kazuichi being held back by nagito in the main hallway. sonia and gundham are in front of him.
"that's why you wanted to talk to me? you wanna keep playing in my face?"
"no! what?! why are you being so aggressive?"
sonia looks hurt. obviously not physically, but she's in shock at kazuichi's teary and yet angry reaction. nagito is trying to get him to come back, he's causing a scene. "you know what? i haven't talked to you or tried to talk to you in over a year, you fucking-," kazuichi stops himself from calling her something he would regret, he shakes his head, "no, y'know what? that's okay! i understand!". sonia tries to get closer to him, she's upset that clearly he's been this affected. "i didn't think it meant that much to you," she says, her face says it all, "you aren't the easiest to get along with and i'm obviously not alone in thinking that!". hearing her words made me feel better about the bullshit i managed out. i thought i was fucking up, but i was nowhere as bad with my words as sonia.
"you don't think i know that?"
kazuichi can't hold back anymore. i can't tell if he's so mad that he's crying or he's mad and sad, both these things overwhelming him to the point of tears. "that everyone looks at me and feels disgust?," he says through each sniffle and hiccup, "that i wasn't wanted? i didn't get to spend that time with all of you?". as he stands next to her, gundham looks tense. he's fidgeting badly with his coat. something is odd about that as he's usually stoic in anything and everything kazuichi related, but i'm mostly focused on sonia's response. she looks like it just hit her just how upsetting her words were. she shakes her head. "i didn't mean it like that, souda-," she says, trying to get closer to him. he as a reaction close to a flinch.
"get the fuck away from me!"
she does.
it's getting loud, you can tell as the students gather around to see what's going on. this includes some of our other friends. one of the counselor's walks out, togami, he seperates them both. "both of you— how old are you two? this is ridiculous!", he scolds, pointing at students, "you [sonia], go to class! [gundham] go to class! everyone else go to class—". as i walk toward the office, he tells kazuichi, "but you? my office. now". he doesn't yell at him, but he is stern. kazuichi sighs and nods. nagito and i walk to the office to continue our work.
"you two are horrible"
i look at nagito, his words angering me a bit. "what did i do?". he shakes his head, pushing the door hard enough for me to also walk through it. he sits at his desk, explaining, "you know he's going through a lot... i think it's best he not talk to any of you for the rest of the semester". i'm baffled by his words, scoffing.
"who the hell made you the authority on who can and cannot talk to souda?"
"souda himself"
i shake my head, "i don't believe it". nagito shrugs, organizing a file and taking it to togami's door. "we've been able to talk a lot... it's more than the party, if that's what you're thinking", he reasons, "he's hurt". with that, he walks into the office and our conversation stops there. i didn't know what to make of this conversation or this day. maybe nagito was right? we should give him distance. yet, that doesn't feel right. i want to help him, we all do. we care about him.
the day goes by and i meet up with sonia and chiaki by the gate. we spend time talking about it all, what they made of the situation. "and he just lashed out? he was yelling?". she looks at chiaki, nodding, "yes, nanami. he was very loud! were you not there?". she shakes her head, looking at me as if to seek more information. "that would be my fault...". they both look at me, waiting for me to say more. i let them know why it's my fault.
"i told him he was voted out of the party..."
sonia groans, putting her head down. "that's how he knew...," she says, "god, i was hoping he didn't ever find out". i also felt bad for her, but at the same time it was hard to because she orchestrated this. "why did you leave him out completely?". she shrugs.
"it was petty, but it doesn't even seem worth it anymore"
i understand. he was weird towards her for some years, so much so, no one noticed when he wasn't. that stopped over a year ago, apparently. it felt bad. as we walk out, it had been an hour since classes ended. we see gundham storm back in, going the opposite way as us. gundham appeared off, almost angry. upon closer inspection, i could confirm that he was indeed angry. i wouldn't know why, but at this point all of this feels like it leads back to kazuichi. i just had no way of linking it. upon an even closer inspection, i see his bottom lip is swollen and somewhat bloodied. sonia and chiaki look at him, the former approaches him with a gasp.
"what happened to you?!"
"leave it"
his voice is as cold as ice. you can tell that there is no way we could get him to talk about whatever had happened since we last saw him till now. what was he even doing off campus? why was he already outside and without sonia. before i could even think of a plausible answer, out of nowhere appears peko. she looked like she had something to say. she comes up to me, taps my shoulder, and says:
"a word?"
i nod, following her as sonia continues to press gundham. we go to a different part of the school and she shows me some photos. "i can confirm one thing, there is definitely more than meets the eye when it comes to nagito's relationship with kazuichi," she starts off, then points at one specific photo, "what has nagito told you since it seems that kazuichi isn't talking about this".
"well, they've both confirmed that they are living together all the while kazuichi gets back on his feet"
"likely story, i still have my eye on them... now look at these"
she points at another stack of photos. whereas the first featured nagito and kazuichi, these featured kazuichi and an entirely new and unexpected character: gundham tanaka. i raise a brow, inspecting them. in one shot, they're at a local bookstore, a comic shop. in the other shots, they're in a car together. as the photos progress, the air between them is different. in the first shots at the comic book shop, it's tense and uncomfortable. it's no different from the way they interact now. yet, when we get to the scene in the car, it's weird. it's oddly intimate. there is a sense of familiarity between them that i cannot shake. it's nothing i'd ever seen before between them.
having this new information, i decided i needed answers.
i return to sonia and chiaki. sonia is still desperately trying to get any answer out of gundham who is just asking her to go home as class has long ended. i quickly needed to think of something to get her away from him, her and chiaki. "sonia, someone's trying to vandalize the senior portrait day posters in the main hall!". she looks at me, shocked and now not thinking of gundham at all.
"you're joking! not now! ugh, come on, chiaki... gundham, we'll be back!"
she runs off, chiaki only jogging after her. gundham thanks me for the distraction, but realized that i only did so in order for me to be able to talk to him. "what is it now, hinata? i barely have the time or the patience to-". at that, i just show him the photographs. he is, as hiyoko would say, "gagged".
"i just want answers"
he looks at the photo, then at me, "how much time do you think we have until sonia gets back".
For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Yasuhiro Hagakure and a woman reader with drowning, bondage and non con please? In the fic, Yasuhiro was captured by the yakuza, stripped naked and thrown into the sea to drown. While at the ocean floor, he uncovers a lamp which holds the reader who's a genie. The reader offers to save Yasuhiro if he becomes his new sex slave to which he agrees to. You can decide on the intimate acts as long as Yasuhiro is kept shackled and cloth gagged. What do you think?
suffocation
yasuhiro hagakure x male reader (specified in request)
cw/tw: bondage, non-con, drowning, possession
a/n: i know this is very different than what i usually write, it's new for me! if this isn't your thing, you don't need to read it! i hope you find more things to your liking on my account (i have the next part of LNIDSLM and a yasuhiro/kazuichi/reader threesome cooking).
also, not sure why i wrote it in first person pov, but... oh well.
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"one last time, we're gonna ask you... where is it?"
yasuhiro struggles in his restraints, this cocktail of rope and chains wrapping around him tightly. there are 4 men standing in front of him, none being the ones that ordered for him to be put here. all but one of them are eager to get rid of him. it's not a conversation at this point, it's past that point and yasuhiro knows it. this is not only a death sentence, but a humiliating one at that as he is stripped down. there is nothing covering him and the ocean breeze is cold against his flesh.
the men laugh, staring at him and one of them ogling him for the sake of further humiliating him.
"this didn't have to be this way, hagakure"
the captured man struggles and tries screaming for help, knowing that between screaming, pleading, and accepting the situation—those are the only real options left. his screams and pleas are practically useless as not only is the cloth around his mouth muffling the sound, but there is also no one around and as stated previously: this is no longer negotiable. it would've been a miracle if there was anything else he could do, but that's not happening.
he was going to die.
the hesitant man from the bunch, standing further back, is snapped at by the one who is clearly in charge of the situation. he hands him a dagger and point to yasuhiro, who is being held up by a sort of crane over the dark, murky waters. "cut him down," he orders him, the man looking shocked and almost appalled, "now". he didn't want to do this to another human being, he didn't think he would have to. before he could further hesitate, the man pulls out a handgun. he points it at the frightened man and guides him to where yasuhiro is suspended. "cut. him. down," he says, angrily through gritted teeth, "NOW!".
the man takes the dagger and slowly approaches yasuhiro who prays he could get to the man. muffled, but still able to be understood, he cries, "please! don't do this, man! i don't want to die, PLEASE!". his pleas are strained, he is using every ounce of strength left in him (after enduring a beating and then the situation at hand) to beg the men to spare him. for the other 3 men, this was partially about their boss's orders. the rest was to see human suffering.
for this man, he wasn't depraved and that was a problem. what he does next was only for the sake of his and his family's life. he whispers, "i'm sorry...". with that, he began to cut the rope, one that was growing weaker with yasuhiro's weight. it doesn't take long for him to hit the water, screaming as he falls into the ocean. his body begins to sink as he moves like a worm, trying anything to stop it. just like his screaming and pleading, the movement was also useless and was no match against the density of the chains. three of the four men laughed, their laughs fading out the lower he sank.
・・・
centuries have passed and from these walls i'm confined in, i have seen men search after me and die doing so. the vessel i am in is a well sought after treasure many have failed to find. some for the riches to come of it, but some wish to find me. i am but a legend to them. i have never been out, but i am able to read the men who wish to find me. something about them connects us and as much as i crave that connection with them, they never want it badly enough and are never willing to give themselves to my power. my power is for them and only them. men will always give into greed, therefore they never find me.
it's a sort of blessing when they can't find the treasure. if they did, i would be nothing more than an object to temporarily serve them and not once would they serve me in return. i am not fond of the idea. i long for the connection from man willing to serve to me.
there is no time, no clocks or calendars, but i know much of it has passed by. it was then from my enclosure that i began to hear the whispers, which connect me to the men who seek me. i close my eyes and finally, i see him, but there was something very different about him. he was bound, shackled by iron links and what appeared to be a different restraint—i think rope. did the whispers fool me? was he truly here for me? the more i thought of it, the sooner i realized he wasn't here for me, but he was here for something only my power could bring him: freedom and survival.
two things he seemed desperate for.
i watch as he manages to wriggle his large hands out of the rope, being able to reach the sea floor. he uses his fingers to dig into the sand and shift around the water. as i watch his nude body move around the waters, i feel my heart race. it's almost as if i were human and experiencing a rush of adrenaline. i felt i was close to have man under my wing and it was exhilirating. my form glows, which casts a light through the dark water. i can sense his life draining, but i know he sees the light. he sees me.
he claws his way towards the light and all he needs to do is touch me. his hands must caress this vessel where i have been kept prisoner and set me free. it's not long after, his hand reaches me, but he became faint. it won't take long for him to die.
so close, yet so far.
i begin to feel dizzy and upset. i want so badly to crawl my way out, but this is the way things are. i am cursed to be bound to this lamp. in that moment, i look at his lifeless form. as he grows limp and his hands slips off the copper, his hand is gliding down. suddenly, a burst of light. there's a a burning sensation through my body and i finally know what it felt like to be free, away from the lamp.
the ocean floor glows with my presence. i observe around me, seeing him lay there. with my hands together, i put my energy and create a space devoid of water and sea life. it's nothing but the offputting feeling of the soft, wet sand beneath my feet and the man. i approach his body, snapping the links with easy and incinerating the rope around him. my hands glow bright as i run my hands over his body. i desperately try to heal him and bring him back. i wasn't entirely confident in my abilities as it wasn't only my first time out of the lamp, but using this power on another being—a human one.
slowly, his chest rises and falls. he is breathing again. he groans softly as his eyes open. there is no reaction for a moment, but as soon as he registers the feeling of my hands along his flesh and my overall presence, he is in awe. he gasps softly, his hands reaching for me. i continue to rub him, but now his hands run along my new skin attached to this semi-physical form of mine. i could feel things deeper than ever before, emotionally, but now physically. a soft breath leaves my lips as he touches me. his voice comes out in a rasp, instantly captivating me.
"are you an angel?"
i don't want to stop touching him. he's warm and he feels good. i keep my hands running along him as i respond in his dialect, "no, no... but i could save you". he hums pleasurably, almost as if he had forgotten his captured state. "do you remember what happened?". his blissful state doesn't falter, he says, "they were gonna kill me, yeah". a smal' laugh leaves his mouth as he runs his hand down my body and says, "but you saved me". before i could let him sway me, i remember:
"not quite"
his eyes focus on me as i let go of him and grab the lamp i was in. "i've lived here for centuries... i don't remember the last time i was out, or if i've ever been out". the man look horrified, but then astonished.
"woah, like, a genie or a genie wizard or something?"
i laugh, he's adorable. "if that's how you refer to us, of course," i reply. he sits up, giddy almost, "so, when do I get my three wishes?". my glee wanes and i sigh. "and then i'll be back to the lamp once you're done with me?". he catches on to my level of upset, his head shaking. "nono, not that fast—i don't know this stuff, i thought it wasn't real".
"but i am, i'm here"
"i know, but i just really want to get out of here. i want to go back home"
his voice cracks and he tears up. i don't let it affect me, not that much anyway. "i will take you home... but no wishes". the man's face lights up, he cheers to himself before give him further instructions. "close your eyes". he immediately obeys, nodding. i can't help but grin before i remove the lid from the lamp and the energy sends us both inside.
"you can open them, we're here"
he opens them, but realizes immediately something isn't right. it's a room, no doubt, but nowhere he recognizes. "w-where are we?," he asks. i sit on a chair inside, before i smile, "my home... in the lamp". i notice as immediate panic strikes down on him. "no-! wait, will you still take me home?!," he cries, his eyes tearing, "please, you can't do this, i don't know why—what i did!". he sob collapsing to the ground. again, i don't feel anything past my excitement, the overwhelming lust i felt from the moment i first laid eyes on him.
"you will be allowed to home eventualy, but before you do... you need to do a little something for me"
"please, please, man!... i'll do fucking anything. please, anything!!"
i smirk at him, and kneel at his level. my mouth twitches as i smile. "submit to me for as long as i desire," i practically growl into his ear, "satisfy me and maybe i'll set you free". he looks confused and i can't tell if it's shock, disgust, or a genuine confusion from not understanding the words i am saying. "what?". his voice is like that of a mouse. "you are to be my sexual slave and agree to being so... or i'll free you, but there is no way you will reach the surface alive, not without my help," i explain, thoroughly. he understands, still crying. i wipe his tears.
"we can sit here for the rest of whatever life you have left, or you can submit," i tell him, then closely, "the correct choice is the obvious one"
he shudders as i whisper these words in his ear. there he sat for a moment and as i observed him, i saw the moment he came to terms with his reality. he looks at me, nodding. i grin, standing him up. a door ahead of us opens up and i guide him through the halls. it's dimly lit. i grab the shackles attatched to the floor by the bed and attach them to his ankles, then cuff his hands behind him. before he can react, i grab a red scarf that rest on the vanity in the room. i notice he is holding his lips shut, he knows what's coming and despite our terms, he's rejecting it. i get behind him and pinch his nose, causing his mouth to open for air. i wrap the scarf tightly around his mouth, the cloth entering and gagging him.
he struggles, almost like he takes it back, he doesn't want this anymore. it's as though he prefers drowning. i can't help, but laugh at him. my tone is dark as i watch him slide to the floor and struggle. he moves around, almost as if he thinks he could gather enough strength to break through the cuffs, "HEHL- leas!". a scream an octave higher than his regular timbre, leaves, muffled through the gag. he pleas someone for help, but no one is here. it's only us two.
"you're mine, okay? you are. you don't go anywhere"
he cries, muffled against the red fabric. i wanted to give him a taste of what was to come for the weeks, that is, until i get bored of him. i push him to the floor, exposing myself to him. my member is semi erect in front of him, i need him to rile me up. "touch it", and that was an order. despite his hesitance, he gets to it, what looks like eagerness in his eyes. he wants out of here. i grunt, his hands soft against my cock. he's beautiful when he's like this—in distress and pitiful. my hand reaches his hair and i soothe him, which works for only a second. his hand continues to work me. the more he does, the less shaky his hand becomes. i almost want to remove the gag so he could take my in his throat, but i figured i reserve that for another day.
i had something better in mind.
"on your back"
he looked at me with wide eyes, that was when the shakiness of his hands came back. "what?". he almost stutters, he's desperately trying to keep it together. "i'm going to take you". he let's out another sob. regardless, he nods and lays back. he knows i'm going to fuck him and he knows there's not much that can be done for it. once again, i'm almost feeling bad for him, but his weakened state only excites me further to where i can't let mysel feel for him in any way.
he lays back, immediately, allowing me to climb over him. i lick up his neck and he acts as if it doesn't affect him at all. I pull off his bottoms, the weak fabric they're made of almost rips. I spit on my fingers, teasing around his entrance, he chokes out a moan. he's flustered. it almost confuses me, what a person must have endured prior to find any way of enjoying this.
that isn't my problem now.
i insert one finger, slipping it in and out. he groans painfully, meaning saying i was able to "slip" it in and out is quite generous. "ST-P... mm-lease...". before he could keep going, he breaks into teary moans. another finger, he's writhing on the floor. i figure that's enough for him. he's ready for more and if he isn't, that's too bad. i've been generous enough.
i grab his legs, parting them open. he doesn't protest, knowing our agreement. all he knows he can do is brace for the inevitable. it's then when i shove deep into him, groaning as he squeezes around me. he gasps, coughing as the air seems to have scratched the back of his throat from how sharp it was. his eyes water and all he can do is accept this. i am not merciful. i do with him as i please. i fuck him, pinning his shoulders down, entering repeatedly with a slam as his legs seem to tremble. the fact i don't pin him by his hands is an act of generosity, allowing him to dig his fingers into whatever he can reach for on the ground and brace for each thrust.
despite the fabric on his mouth, there is no way for it to catch the overwhelming amount of drool leaving his mouth. he grunts against it, sounding exausted and weak. too bad for him that i've only justt started. i take a moment to appreciate this man sprawled out in front of me and around me, squeezing me. his toned body is beautiful, the way his abdominal muscles cave in with each deep breath. his expression is one of utter agony, but it's also so beautiful. the growing redness of his tear stained cheeks against his tan skin is something that only drives me crazier the more it persists.
"don't look at me like that"
he chokes on his breath, all still muffled by the red scarf in his mouth. two syllables sound out, what i'm assuming is a "sorry". he shudders, it's then that i pull the scarf out of his mouth, inserting my thumb into his mouth. i near my climax and so was he.
i only go faster as his breathing get's more and more desperate. it's almost as if he's learning to enjoy what i do to him. we aren't fully there yet, but that doesn't matter. with two final thrusts, i finish in him. as my warmth fills him, he gasps—his back arching. "acht-!". slowly, i pull out of him. i watch him drip and his legs shake.
"that was fine..."
i stand up and dust myself off. he lays there, looking up at me. "can you help me?". i scoff at him. i stand him up and push him to the nearby bed. "there's a whole area in the corner for you to clean up". he nods, seemingly understanding.
"how long is this going on for?"
"till you bore me"
he looks as if he wants to have a strong reaction, but only for a second. i don't know what went on in his mind in that moment, maybe he realizes the day he's had and responds with, "figures".
to be honest, i know when it'll end for him. after all, there's only so much he can do for me. eventually, he'll be set free, but he will still need to do something for me: find one to replace him. if he isn't willing to do so on his own, the only solution is for me to possess him. that isn't important now. as i look at him clean up, i can only see a new light in his eyes: one where he is willing to please me in hopes that one day he'll be free.
so sorry everyone :,) this semester has been killing me and i'm taking classes for my career this time so... ugh i've been locked in. i hate it. so sorry about the inactivity.
