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Angry Daddy
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Sleeping hybrids
đșđâïž Bubba Namjoon has you napping in the nesting room with him. However, his baby is feeling particularly tactile today and wants to chase tails.
Summary: Choso needs you, no he really needs you, you are everything to him and don't even know it. You don't know about the cameras he watches you on, you don't know he's jerking his cock in his office right across from you. You see a sweet, hot coworker, sort of shy, but Choso sees all of you, and when you invite him over randomly to 'hang out' Choso knows then it's his chance, to have you forever.
Warnings: Um ALOT- extreme yandere behavior, obsessed ass Choso, videoing without consent, using his tongue ring as manipulation lol, explicit sex, masturbation, stealing panties, oral (f and m receiving) possessive and unhinged ass behavior, overstimulation, some dacryphilia, somnophilia low key, manipulation of reader, rough sex, dirty talk, belly bulges, mating press, him being oddly sweet and cute for a nutcase, you name it. Subby Choso isn't here, only batshit Choso mmkay- (Please don't read if you don't enjoy darker content, I have lots of fluffy smut elsewhere) Oneshot- WC- 9.8k
Based on Yandere Bestie Choso - art in the banner from 28 on X here - dividers by @/cafekitsune and @/strangergraphics
TYSM for 9k followers!? Ya'll are so sweet!! consider this oneshot my thank youuu
âThank you, Choso!â You smile so bright and pretty at him every morning, as he always gets your favorite coffee from your favorite place, along with some sort of pastry that you always say âyou shouldnât have!â
âOf course, itâs nothing.â He murmurs softly, as the two of you ride up in the elevator up to the high floor you two work on, youâre touching his shoulder with your little hand, burning through the material of his suit.
Choso hates this job, but he stays for you.
When no one would even listen to him, you sat there and paid attention to everything, to how he misses his little brother who went off to school, to just how much he loves guitar. Every lunch break is spent with you, nodding with your hand under your chin, watching him with your full attention, only breaking to nibble or have a sip of a drink.
You made him feel so good, itâs only right that Choso Kamo makes you feel so good, and he can imagine just about every fucking way to do so. He can imagine licking your pretty pussy till you cry for him to stop, but latching on more, watching your face cover in glistening tears. He can imagine fucking you so good youâre drooling, that you canât even function.
Choso was never this way though, if anything he was more submissive in relationships, he got used or walked over for how sweet he was, and they usually controlled him in the bed. Though Choso loves to please, the things he wants to do with you are insane, to the point heâs vividly pictured tying you up in rope, knots pressing into your delicate skin, and having his cock in all of your holes.
Every single one would be so full of him, pouring cum out so gooey and white, heâs pictured using you so vividly heâs cumming to the thoughts alone multiple times a day. You seem so interested in him, but he wants more from that, no Choso wants you to need him, in every single way.
âI would never eat without you, I swear!â
He smiles at your comments, but itâs true, you always forget to eat and that just wonât do! He canât have you fainting when he finally gets you spread open in his bed, when he gets to decorate that pretty ass he sees under those business skirts with his hand prints.
Youâre going to need energy.
Plus, he likes to watch you eat, drink water, take care of yourself, you just work too hard lately. He notices, every tired blink of an eye, and every yawn, Choso notices it all- including things only he can see - like how you shift your hips in your office chair, how you cross and uncross your legs, wearing a different color of panties every single day.
Sometimes you wear lace.
Once you wore crotchless.
He got very mad at you.
Who were they for?
Men at the office flirted with you, bustling and busy and a little more men working to women, they all were after you. He has lost count how many dates youâve been asked on, but you always sweetly decline, Choso likes to think itâs because you already know-
Youâre his.
âYou should eat more, and relax a bit. Ever took a day off?â He asks you now, and you shake your head, sighing.
âToo many bills to pay.â You yawn once more, before pecking a kiss on his cheek, making him blush, which you find adorable. âSorry, is that okay?â
âOh itâs f-fine.â Choso is over six foot, towering over everyone, buff under that suit- you can feel it- and far too handsome for his own good, but heâs so shy he acts as if he has no clue of his effects.
On you especially.
Just being in his proximity gets you too excited, his dark violet eyes flashing just a bit as he looks down at you, when the elevator dings and you two walk out, your hand falling then. âIâll meet you at lunch?â You tease with a wink, and he nods a bit then, that flush fading just a bit from his cheeks, while you walk into the bright, open office.
Floor to ceiling windows abound, and cubicles are all over, but Choso works in his own private office, as heâs a higher up manager, and youâre the ownerâs receptionist and assistant. You prance up to your boss, Mr. Higaruma, who offers you his own kind and tired smile.
âGood morning.â He says your name softly, pouring over his paperwork then and downing his coffee, dark brows knitted together.
âGood morning, Mr. Higaruma, want me to take half your stack?â You put down your purse and your breakfast at your desk, he sighs then, running a hand through his black spiky locks.
âWould you be a doll and do just that? This weekend I gotâŠâ He looks around as if heâs not the boss, whispering in your ear. âHungover.â
You nearly snort, covering your mouth then, and Higaruma grins at your cute expression. âSorry!â
âItâs fine, no, it is kind of funny. But I never drink anymore, ugh.â
âOne secâŠâ You go to pull out a bottle of tylenol now, pouring water into a paper cup. âThis will help, along with something greasy.â
âGreasy?â You both start talking, and Choso glares across the office, waiting for you to just sit down already.
How close did you two need to get!?
You finally do sit down, and he eyes your panties from the camera he has strategically placed, seeing that theyâre purple today, making his cock throb as he sits in his office, he goes to shut the door then, staring at the image on his phone, watching you shift this way and that. Today the lace is clinging so tightly to your puffy lips he can see the outline of your perfect cunt.
âOh my godâŠâ He murmurs softly, if only you were his assistant, heâd have you bent over his desk right now, but for the moment he strokes his cock over his slacks, as you cross your legs, deterring his view. âOpen them for me, baby, pleaseâŠâ
As if on command you do just that, lean back and spread your thighs, god he canât stand how good you look, he eyes you out of one of his office windows as you smile over at him, waving so pretty. Clueless that heâs stroking his now leaky tip against his thumb, while he smiles back over to you, eyes torn between your pretty face and the upskirt view he has.
Chosoâs cock springs free as he strokes himself under the desk, whimpering softly as he pictures it inside you, this is his daily routine though, stroking himself, over and over, he does so at least every day if not multiple times, using the precum and his own saliva as lube to stroke his thick cock faster. He bets youâre so tight, he bets you taste as good as you smell.
Heâs leaned back, closing his eyes and murmuring your name when he hears a knock knock knock then, but heâs already cumming. âShit, shit, shitâŠâ Heâs trying to hide his whine as he pours hot sticky ropes into his hand. âHold on a minute!â
âSure thing, Choso.â Itâs you.
Fuck.
Choso hastily cleans himself up the best he can, tissues swiping at the sticky mess his cock has become, some of it is sticking to his black boxer briefs when he pulls himself together, opening his door. Youâre smiling up at him, and he wonders if he should feel bad. You donât know he sees your panties every day, but he brushes it off, because itâs not like he can help himself.
It takes everything not to drag you in as you just stand there curiously. âCan I help you with anything?â
âOh, Iâm sorry.â Youâre flushed as you look down a bit, biting that lower lip that makes him think insane thoughts. âI wondered⊠would you like to come over?â
âCome over!?â Heâs got his eyes wide now, and you feel your cheeks heat up more, shifting nervously.
âIs that too much? Is it weird?â
âWhat no I⊠you⊠huh?â Choso sputters now, imagining every way he wants you, god your lips probably would feel so good wrapped around his tip, wouldnât they? Cleaning his cum off himself-
âSorry, itâs stupid. Ugh. We just are so close here but we never hang out? And I have no friends here, just a cat I think.â Youâre babbling, as heâs staring at you like youâve grown another head.
Youâve wanted to ask him out for so long, surprised he never made a move, maybe youâre not his type? But curiosity gets the best of you, just who is he when heâs not so shy, when heâs not all in his business mode. Those glimpses of tattoos on his arms when he rolls his sleeves up are too enticing.
âA date?â He whispers, and you giggle then.
âIt doesnât have to be. Or it could be.â
âIâll be there, Iâll⊠bring wine?â He grins as you brighten up.
âI love wine!â
Oh, he knows.
He knows the brands you like, the type you enjoy, he knows so much about you already, heâs seen the outside of your home almost every night after work, just to make sure you get home safe of course. You live alone and youâre just a sweet, fragile thing, there are too many crazy men out there. Once he watches you, he leaves of course!
But he does notice you enjoy a glass of wine, you leave your window wide open when itâs nice out, petting your cat and sipping on it, reading some book. God you look so pretty when you think no one is watching, when your shoulders relax just so, in those moments his thoughts are far more pure, not like when he has to be tortured by the obscene amount of panties you have.
âIâd love to come over. Do you want me to bring dinner?â Heâs trying to sound calm, not like he just noticed with horror he has some cum sticking to his pant leg then, which you seem to notice, tilting your head.Â
âI think youâve got somethingâŠâ You bend down, brushing it off, making his cock jerk as you look at the sticky substance curiously, blinking while he panics.
âOh itâs just⊠itâs some⊠the glaze, from the donuts!â Heâs taking your hand now, and youâre already just licking it off your thumb.
You just licked Chosoâs cum.
Fuck.
âYou got donuts? Weird you got me bagels this morning. Silly.â You tease now, brushing your thumb back across your skirt, smiling up at him again.
âI uh⊠raided the⊠office cafeteria.â
âYou have such a sweet tooth!â
You have no idea. Once he tastes you he will never stop.
He doesnât think heâll even let you leave,
âI do, okay Iâll bring dessert, you do dinner?â You nod and giggle just a bit, the sound making his heart clench.
âPerfect, Iâll see you after work and give you my address.â
As if he doesnât know.
âSounds good.â You shut the door, and he leans his head on it, exhaling, as you curiously roll your tongue around your mouth.
What kind of donuts taste like that?
*****
âThis is my favorite wine, oh my God howâd you know!?â You take the bottle of blackberry wine, itâs not even common and sold at one specific store, Choso just smiles down at you, looking far too hot in his soft black shirt and jeans.
You only see each other in business gear, but seeing rolled up sleeves revealing veiny forearms is far too much to handle, along with the dessert ingredients he pulls out. âWas just a guess, is all.â
âA great guess.â Choso just smiles softly, with his lidded gaze drifting across the little tank top and skirt you have on. Just from his gaze your nipples press up, as if theyâre trying to tempt him with your every breath. Thank you.â You kiss his cheek, making his tummy clench, god he canât wait to fuck you, fill you, when youâre ready of course, when youâre begging him like the good girl he bets you can be,
âYouâre very welcome. Oooh that already smells so good.â You giggle a bit, taking the wine and bag out of his hands, heading over to where the ingredients are sizzling, youâre making steaks that smell far, far too heavenly already.Â
God youâre perfect, shimmying a bit when you taste the sauce youâve mixed up, beckoning him over with your two little fingers crooked up. âCome taste this.â
Choso urges his cock to go down at your innocent words, but were they innocent really, when he sees how your lips curl up at the corner, cozy inside your pretty little kitchen. He can tell you cook a lot by the amount of mixers, grills, devices and utensils neatly lined along your light countertops.
âDelicious, oh my god.â He murmurs, after you hold the ladle to his lips, brushing some sauce off the corner of his mouth with a sigh, for a wild moment you think of kissing it off him.
But he just touches your wrist, wrapping long thick fingers around it completely, the grip so tight it excites you, before heâs just pressing a kiss on it. Great, youâre some horny slut and heâs this⊠gentleman or something? You could damn near jump him - how good he looks, how long youâve been wanting this - but you make yourself act correctly, as you watch him work in the kitchen with you.
Heâs got the sweetest chocolate mousse, his turn to ask you to âhave a tasteâ and you lap it up off the beater, short circuiting his brain, while he simultaneously takes in absolutely everything in your home. Every little picture, and every knick knack that comprises you. Of course he sees your cat slinking around, right before the movies he goes to pet it.
âHe likes you, thatâs rare.â You admit, grabbing two glasses of wine, pouring the dark swirling liquid, handing him one as you sit down the plate with the mousse, taking a bite and moaning. âHeavenly.â
He bets you taste heavenly.
He wants to say it, when youâre right next to him, your legs tucked under you, sipping on the wine, leaving a pretty lip print with the color youâre wearing, a color Choso would love to see smeared across your face. Heâs tensing as you lean closer, his arm up and above you on the couch, casually strewn as if heâs not losing his mind.
Heâs mapping out more of your house even as he casually brushes his hand up and down your shoulder, as the gory movie begins, and he quickly notices you are not a fan. âEverything okay?â
âToo much⊠oh godâŠâ Youâre suddenly against him, he pulls you close to his hard body, as youâre exhaling, shaking your head. âScary.â
Chosoâs fingers brush against the bare skin on your shoulders, when youâre burying your face against his chest, heâd laugh at how cute you are scared of this zombie movie, but you against him alone has him throbbing. Your hands clutching his shirt as your hot little breaths blow on his neck is too much, he canât take it anymore, not having you.
His hand moves lower, brushing the sensitive skin down your arms, until he drops it to your hip, pulling you closer, hearing your breath catch as he does. Your nipples tighten in reaction, fuck itâs been a while and Choso smells so good, he feels good too. You donât move for a moment, feeling warmth spread, mixing with the wine in your body.
You were hoping heâd make a move, as you just werenât one to do so, but his hand doesnât stray from your hip, as his thighs spread just a bit, and the sounds of the screams on the screen ebb for a moment. âItâs over now, are you alright angel?â
You blush at the nickname, already overheated, shaking your head and snuggling deeper. âNo, it was too freaky.â
âYou picked it!â You giggle a bit then, pulling back to look up at him, with eyes he canât wait to have rolling back in your skull, his hand tightens at the thoughts, as your own grip tightens.
âI knew you liked horror, so I wanted to seem cool.â Choso watches you flush, so fucking cute then, and he pulls you more against him, now cupping your face with one of his huge hands. âIs that lame that I remembered that?â
Oh youâre so cute, as if he doesnât know everything about you.
Youâre feeling so small compared to him, when his hand takes over your face with his long, thick fingers, only making you wetter when he brushes a thumb over your lips. âYou donât have to try to seem âcoolâ with me.â
âChoso⊠IâŠâ You lean forward now, and your lips touch, but thatâs when Choso loses any semblance of hope of remaining normal, calm, shy even, not when he finally gets your lips on his.
Youâre on his lap before you can blink, gasping as his tongue swipes inside your mouth, barbell clicking your teeth gently, and youâre pulling back to gasp, looking down at his eyes. So dilated theyâre black, he emits the softest growl as he presses your clothed cunt down on his lap, and you cry out, gushing wetness until your panties are sticky.
âGod, look at youâŠâ He whispers, his voice is so different, everything about him is, when you lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips, rolling your hips and feeling his thick length under his jeans.
He yanks you back down, mouths messy as you grind, as you move, nipping at his tongue ring with your teeth and pulling it, as his cock starts pulsing precum from your heat. âChosoâŠâ
âFuckâŠâ Heâs whimpering as you kiss down his neck, up to his ear, and he pulls you down harder, hands slipping up your skirt to grab that ass heâs stared at every day for a year. âYouâre so wet.â
âSâmuch I⊠embarrassingâŠâ
âNo, no, not at all.â Heâs pushing you back gently, so he can look at you, your nipples prominent against your top. He nips it over the thin material with his teeth, while youâre leaving a wet spot on his jeans.
He never thought heâd actually have you like this, silently begging him, one of your hands gripping his hair as he pulls down your top, revealing a nipple already perked up for him. Youâre panting when he sucks it in his mouth, feeling the weight of the other one in his palm, your tits are even more perfect than he could ever imagine, the thought that anyone ever saw them makes him furious.
No one will again.
âPerfect.â He murmurs, as he is now slipping down his finger until it hits your clit, rolling in small circles over your panties, as he feels himself already too close, when he sees your lidded gaze, your thighs trembling on either side of him. âCanât help yourself, can you baby?â
âFuckâŠâ Choso, sweet and shy and blushing, is talking dirty to you, as his barbell is flicking on your nipple, making you ache, so ready he could slip his cock in with ease. âFuck me, please.â Your words make him pause, words you donât just say, when have you ever asked- or fuck, begged?
Someone knocks on your door then, and you grimace in frustration, kissing him once more as he feels himself about to bust if you move once more, and the knock continues. âShould you get that?â
âItâs probably my neighbor, they're always asking for rides or for something.â You frown then.
âYouâre sweet, thatâs why hmm?â You just smile a bit, hoping theyâll go away, but ever persistent you hear her, shouting your name as Choso laughs a bit. âYou can get it, itâs fine.â
âItâs so not fine.â You hop up, leaving Choso a moment to breathe as you adjust yourself and head to the door, where your neighbor starts going on and on, and you sigh, looking back at Choso. âJust a minute!â
âNo worries.â As you step out on the porch to hear her ranting about another neighbor from what he can catch, you give him the perfect opportunity, he stands quickly, blood rushing to his head, he is so close to busting, he has almost forgotten about the little cameras he has.
He sneaks into your room now, finding it smells so much like you, your little plushies all along the dresser, which he casually takes one and puts a camera in, before opening the drawer, and seeing you do have an insane amount of panties. Just who are these all for he wonders, running a finger over your pretty bras now too, soft and silky and neatly folded.
God he wants them, but, he needs something youâve worn, these are all clean and smelling of fabric softener, that wonât do. He eyes the rest of your room, your bed just a little rumpled, opening the drawer of your nightstand, scowling when he sees your dildo and vibrator.
You wonât get to use those on yourself once he has a say.
He thinks briefly of tossing them, but that would look a little suspicious, though he contemplates it for a beat too long, as he runs out when he hears the door shut, and stands there casually, pausing the movie as you peer in. âJust one more minute, Iâm so sorryâŠâ
âItâs all good.â He smiles sweetly, and exhales in relief, heading to your bathroom now, where he finds the pair heâd seen earlier sitting right at the top of your hamper, those purple ones that you clearly soaked, he sees the wetness left from them and moans softly, before shoving it in his pocket
Finally youâre back inside, kissing him in his arms, up on tiptoes, your own hands trailing down his body, until youâre touching him, and just the touch and he feels himself about to cum. He needs to stroke himself before he even lets you come near him, clearly, he grabs your wrists, and you pause, blinking up at him, lips in a pout.
âAm I moving too fast for you?â You ask then, brows knitting, while Choso tries to envision everything terrible to make his cock stop, panicking.
âNo, I just⊠I have to⊠I got a call, while you were outside and um⊠I have to⊠leave.â He mumbles, you just blink a bit, pulling back and frowning.
âYou have to leave right now?â
âYes I⊠yes.â Choso kisses your forehead, before darting out and leaving you alone, standing there in confusion.
Were you coming on too strong!?
The thought swirls through your head as you take the glass of half finished wine, plopping down and sitting on your bed, frowning as you peek at your phone, he seemed so into it, was it the interruption, did he think better? You pause a bit, setting the glass down on your side table with a little clink, before laying and spreading your thighs, touching yourself with a hiss.
Youâre so wet youâre sticking to them, ugh.
You call him then, right as Choso has your panties on his face, stroking his cock and moaning, he has the image of you laying on your bed when he opens his eyes and peeks at the monitor, rushing to answer your phone. âChoso⊠Iâm sorry, but did I come on too much?â
âWhat? No, noâŠâ Heâs pulsing as he fucks his hand, now entranced by the vision of your legs spread like they are, itâs all he can see, when youâre shifting a bit.
âOkay um⊠I guess Iâll see you at work tomorrow?â
Say something.
Choso wants to so badly, but now heâs leaning forward, staring at you as you touch yourself, hearing a hitch of breath, and he continues stroking his cock as he watches you. âCho?â
âYou didnât do anything wrong, I got nervous.â He admits, continuing to watch as you giggle just a bit, gathering your slick when your fingers dip under your panties, he watches your hips roll and hears your little sigh.
Itâs like you know heâs watching.
âAre we still cool? I donât want it to be weird at work.â
âNo never, I-â
âI have to go.â You say suddenly, and he watches as the phone falls from your hands, glaring just a bit when you whine out, he can barely hear you, you hang up on him like a little brat.
You are rolling your finger on your clit as you smile just a bit, itâs a little petty sure, but he just walked out on you, so you get just a little satisfaction hanging up, remembering his touch, how good his hot mouth felt on your breasts. How good his length felt pressing up in his jeans, against your clit, god you can imagine how big it is when you slip two fingers in.
Picturing his tongue ring in the most wicked places, you feel yourself drenched, finally pushing down soaked panties, giving him the most perfect view when he finally sees your pussy bare. He blushes, looking away for a moment, should he be going this far he wonders, but he hears his name moaned from your lips, so he continues, wishing he could just call you back.
Just go back.
But heâs not ready- not just yet- you donât need him enough, do you? But he can tell youâre starting to, as youâre pumping your little fingers in and out of your perfect, pretty pussy- heâs not sure heâs ever seen one that looks that good. He knew it of course but god he canât wait to bury his face between your thighs, to lap up those juices he sees glistening.
âThatâs it baby, cum for meâŠâ Heâs murmuring, as you do just that, thighs shaking, as Choso finishes with a whine, and then he could swear you almost smile at that camera, but no wayâŠ
*****
You already have breakfast the next morning.
You already have coffee the next morning?
Your boss apparently bought them for you, and youâre sitting right on his desk giggling a bit, as Choso looks on with a scowl, crumpling the brown paper bag as a coworker comes up to him then. âSheâs so hot.â
Choso scowls, as another one walks up as well. âYeah she is, damn dude I thought you were gonna shoot your shot?â
âI⊠sheâŠâ Heâs stuttering, you gaze at him and wave a little bit, as Higarumaâs hand is dangerously close to your thigh while youâre sipping on coffee.
âIs she single then?â
âNo. Sheâs not.â They back off when the tall, buff man glares violet eyes at them, and Choso feels his body raging, hand itching to spank that ass of yours till itâs covered in his handprints.
You notice his glare, turning away your face then, you know you shouldnât be flirting, but youâve never tried so damn hard to get with a guy who just leaves you in the middle of you grinding on him. He left without even a âgoodbyeâ or âhad a nice timeâ - he ran away, and part of you has your feelings hurt, because it feels like youâre making all the moves.
You could feel his angry gaze all damn day, until you see him at one point stomp off to the breakroom, and you canât help but follow him curiously, surely a little flirting wouldnât upset him that much, right? âChosoâŠâ
Choso shuts the breakroom door then, pressing you against it and making you gasp, as he leans over you, one hand on the door, the other gripping you by your dress skirt, making you gasp. Your hands shoot up to his chest, as if to press him away, but when he is sliding up that skirt roughly you feel your heart thudding in your chest, feel your tummy heat up with desire.
Who is this Choso?
âDo you like him?â He demands softly - you blink a bit, biting your lower lip to hold in a slutty moan as his hand slips up your inner thigh, making you tremble.
âWho?â You whisper, smiling just a bit, but the smile freezes when heâs looming even more over you, taking over your every sense.
âYour boss, Higuruma. Do. You. Like. Him.â
You giggle a bit, breathless. âYou're jealous, why?â
Choso shocks you when his fingers find you under your skirt, your cunt drooling all over his thick digits when he presses the cotton against you, you're whining out at the touch, clit twitching in response, head falling back against the door. When your eyes threaten to flutter shut, he grips your chin, making you look up at him.
âDo you like him?â He whispers again, and you shake your head nervously, hips arching for more of his touch, and Choso Kamo smirks, a man youâve never seen do such a thing, a man that blushes and smiles sweetly. âUse your words.â
Fuck.
âNo, no I like you⊠but you donât- f-fuckâŠâ Heâs slipped his fingers under your panties now, exhaling against your lips, sweet breath like mocha against your lips, when he first touches your slick pussy without the barrier, he exhales, his hand on your chin slipping to tangle in your hair.
âYou have no clue what I want, so was that⊠to make me jealous?â He demands, scowling as he sinks two thick fingers inside your gummy walls that grip him, even though heâs so mad at you, he canât stop thinking how perfect your pretty face looks, how youâre tighter than he could imagine. He pumps inside you, hitting that spongy spot, pressing his lips right against yours. âAnswer me, now.â
âY-yes.â He laughs just a bit, curling his fingers while youâre wriggling in his hold, covering his lips with yours now, drinking in your cries as he hikes a thigh up over his hips, more and more inches of his fingers in your tight little drippy cunt.
âYou wanna cum, donât you baby?â Heâs whispering, kissing up your jaw, as you cling to his suit jacket, nodding eagerly, Choso acting like this is nothing you could even fantasize, you hear the squishing of your wetness even in the room. You nod in between his kisses up your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin, as he hits just that spot like he already knows your pussy.
âPleaseâŠâ You whisper out, and he thumbs your clit now, pressing against it and grinning as he feels you gush wetness, so much itâs insane to him, heâs fingering you in wonder as he feels your body tense.
âWere you a good girl? Do you deserve to?â You whine out when he pulls his fingers out just before you cum, making your lips part, when he sucks you right off his fingers, moaning at your taste, possibly the hottest thing youâve seen.
You cannot figure him out.
âGood? Are you being good? Canât answer?â He eases your panties back on, pressing your skirt down as you struggle to function.
âNo.â You admit, his cock is pressing against his slacks, leaking precum while he is fixing your hair.
âYouâre so pretty like this.â Chosoâs whisper resonates through your body, which his dilated eyes trail down. âTell him youâre not interested, and Iâll actually let you cum, hmm?â
You just nod, gulping as he stares so possessively at you. âWhen?â
âTonight, Iâll be at your place. He kisses you once more, a brush of his lips like some insane promise, while everything you think you know is flipped. âIâll be watching for when you tell him.â
With those words, heâs gone, leaving you to try to compartmentalize his words, his demeanor, as youâre aching for him, leaving you wanting twice now. You huff a bit, glaring up at him. âFine then.â
âYouâre so cute.â You scoff as you walk out, and Choso watches with a proud smile as you back off, as you sit right at your desk, and he sees just how soaked heâs made you.
*****
This time, there wasnât any wine or awkward talk, there was no movie playing, the moment Choso walks in youâre yanking him by his collar, slamming your lips up on his as he locks the door with a click, his hands slipping up your waist. He pulls back for a moment, taking a breath, before heâs picking you up like nothing, and you wrap your arms around his neck.
âYou were a good girl, did you tell him youâre mine?â You blink a bit then, confused, brows knitting.
âYours?â
âMine. Mine, mine, mine.â Heâs whispering now, gripping your ass with his huge hands, earning your whine while he squishes it in his hands. âDid you?â
âI will.â He smiles softly, walking you right to your room, far too familiarly, but you let him, he plops your right down, so the camera will capture the perfect angle, when he starts kissing down your pretty, perfect body.
âYouâre being good, a little bit at least.â Heâs whispering, dragging your skirt off your hips, revealing another black lace panty, which he touches, finding it dripping with your slick. âWear new panties every day, theyâre all so slutty, do you want people to see her?â
âWhat? IâŠâ
âWant them looking at what only I should see?â Heâs slipping the panties up between your lips, pressing his own cock into your mattress as itâs pulsing from just being this close.
âNo. I donât want them to see.â Your whisper ends him, he laps a hot, wet stripe over panties he has pulled so tight, exhaling at how pretty you are when he looks up at your face, and your hands grip his hair. âI want you to see.â
âMe?â Heâs dragging the soaking lace down your thighs, face to face with the pretty pussy he saw on a fuzzy camera, exhaling when he laps your pooling arousal from your slutty little hole. âSo you want to drive me fucking crazy?â
âY-yesâŠyouâŠâ Your sweet murmur along with how you taste ruin him, heâs spreading your plump lips, sucking in a breath as he sees you wide open, feeling your manicured nails pressing into his scalp while your thighs are shaking on either side of his head.
âSo you know what you do to me, huh?â He swirls his tongue around your clit, tongue ring hitting it and making you cry out, back arching off the bed. âAnswer.â
âN-no I donât know⊠I just wanted you to⊠make a move I-â
âTeasing me? Making me stroke my cock till it hurts? Tsk.â Choso bites at your little clit now, and youâre screaming when he flicks the barbell on your engorged little clit, youâre gushing all down his pretty face. âThatâs being bad, you know?â
âIâm s-sorry⊠you touch your-â
âOh babyâŠâ Heâs looking up under long lashes. âI hope you can make it.â
âMake what!?â Your words are met with a moan as he devours you, shoving your thighs up.
âHold them up, now.â His dominance not just shocks you, it ends you, the boy you thought youâd suck, ride, show things to, is a fucking menace when it comes to eating pussy.
No one has ever licked you like this, and heâs got two thick digits deep in your pussy, fuck his fingers are bigger than men youâve been with, youâre spasming around them as youâre rolling your hips up and down. Youâre pausing when heâs suffocating against your drooly cunt, his free hand pressing into your thigh, leaving bruises from his fingertips.
âNo, fuck my face, like a pretty slut fâme.â
Yep, youâre done.
You do just that, pulling his hair so hard it hurts, as he laps up every bit of your pretty pussy, youâre closer, closer, he feels it, looking up at you with a glistening chin and lips reddened from drinking you. âCum, let me drink you.â
âShitâŠâ Heâd chuckle but heâs lost in you, in the girl he canât stop watching, the girl heâs stalked for so long, just begging for him, screaming out, fucking his entire face, up to the straight nose that he buries inside your cunt. âChoso, Iâm gonna⊠f-fuck Iâm gonnaâŠâ
He just sucks your little clit in his mouth and hums, shoving two fingers and curling them up, when youâre shattering, screaming his name, and he feels himself cumming then, how can he not. His cum is sticking to his boxers, his jeans even, so much white seed pouring when youâre shaking, twitching, and heâs gasping as your thighs tighten on either side of his head.
âF-fuck⊠oh m-my godâŠâ Youâre weak as he leans up, smirking down at you, stroking a cheek. âLet meâŠâ
âNo, Iâm not done yet.â You blink in confusion, when he stands. âGive me just a minute.â
Before you can process whatâs happening, heâs back from the bathroom, and youâre on your knees, wanting to suck him, but heâs shoved you back down, lapping at you again, and youâre so weak, screaming out his name over and over while his tongue ring flicks your clit and heâs scissoring those fingers.
Choso had cleaned up but heâs hard again, you just do something to him, fuck why do you do this!?
âC-canât take more⊠fuck me, pleaseâŠâ He smiles on your thigh, heâll fuck you soon, but youâre not desperate enough yet, donât need him enough yet.
âCum again.â His order is met with him dragging your cunt along his face, and tears start falling with overstimulation, youâre hiccuping, pussy throbbing, so overstimulated. Heâs smiling down at you, that sweet smile with dark eyes. âOh, angel, weâre not close to done.â
âHuh? Choso⊠I came a lot lemmeâŠâ
âNot yet. Been waiting too fucking long.â Heâs devouring your pussy again, sipping you up as you keep cumming, your pussy so sweet itâs drugging him, heâs got you bent over, fingers moving in and out as he smacks your ass, but never fucking you, just making you cum over and over with his mouth, his hands.
âC-canât take anymore⊠p-please, too muchâŠâ You whisper, then he clicks his tongue, pressing kisses to your titties, leaving brutal bite marks all over your chest, thumb hitting your now sore clit.
âYouâre even more pretty crying, I knew it.â Youâre sniffling, tears, drool all mixing when he kisses you, and you taste your pussy on his lips, as he sticks in three, and youâve cum so much you can barely move, fatigue dragging you with the force of each orgasm. âOne more, fâme, hmm?â
âC-canât⊠p-please ChosoâŠâ Heâs grinning now, brushing your hair back sweetly like he wasnât three fingers in your sore little cunt.
âBegging me, crying for me, look at you. Do you realize how bad you were today?â You sniffle, nodding, but heâs unrelenting, curling three fingers and making you cry in pleasure and pain. âYouâll get fucked when you act right.â
âPlease! Too much⊠mnh!â Chosoâs back down eating you out, heâs lapping his tongue inside your hole, you feel every inch of his tongue, down to the texture as he looks up at the mess heâs made you, you feel the lines of his teeth when he grins, pressing up the hood of your clit. âAh, ah! Mâgonna⊠pass out IâŠâ
âOne more time, you can take it. I need to drink more of you.â Youâre shaking your head, but you canât stop the orgasms he elicits to the point where youâre gasping and clinging to him, to stay tethered, but the last thing you remember before you pass out is violet eyes bright, and a white grin from his face.
Choso laps at you after youâre limp, how can he not, heâs already cum again just drinking your juices, but now youâre so sore even in your knocked out state youâre jerking, hissing. Heâs exhaling even, and his breath on your clit with those lips spread, he can watch the poor little thing twitch.
âOh, youâre so sweet, look at you. So comfortable with me.â He cooes, brushing back your hair as your tears are drying all sticky on your face.
Heâs sure the camera caught it, but he canât help taking some pictures for himself later, while youâre so knocked out you lightly snore, while he brushes the dried tears off gently. He goes to clean his cock off again, coming back to clean you up, dress you once more, your body limp and pliant, just begging for him even in your sleep, but Choso wants your first time with you awake.
He can fuck you in your sleep after.
Curiously he sees your phone text, some guy asking if youâre free for coffee on the preview, and Choso scowls furiously, picking it up. Itâs a fingerprint lock, he kisses your hand in an apology before he uses your print, and starts scrolling though, seeing the amount of men that are in your dms. You seem to not respond to many, but this just wonât do!
What if one of them tried to take you?
Choso deletes them all, blocking them one by one, and when heâs done he stands up, tucking you in carefully, brushing a kiss on your lax lips.
âMuch better. Sweet dreams, angel.â
*****
âChoso Kamo!â Youâre shoving at him that morning, right outside of the office building, he blinks curiously, lids lowering.
âDidnât eat you out enough? Need more?â
âYou- what!?â You hold up your phone, earning his dopey grin. âWhere are all my numbers?â
âYou have your boss, unfortunately. And me.â
âThatâs it aside from like my girls, what the fuck!â Heâs scowling down at you now, backing you up until youâre against the wall of the building, where anyone could see you all, his thigh between yours.
âYou donât need to talk to them.â
âYouâre not even my boyfriend yet-â
âNo, Iâm more. Youâre more. Everything.â Youâre whining as he kisses you, feeling the wet spot on his slacks, while he grips the fat of your ass, pulling you down on him. âYou donât need them.â
âI just-â
âWant me to fuck your pretty pussy?â You gulp now, nodding and looking down, shocked at yourself.
What this man does.
This psychotic man.
How can he look like a kitten but be such a deviant little psycho!?
âThen get in the car. Now.â
âBut⊠work, Choso-â
âNow.â You follow him to his car, and heâs driving insanely fast, for a man that has a damn Volvo, the safest car there is, heâs scaring the fuck out of you, when he reaches a hand over, pulling you by your hair, kissing you at the light. âYou want it, donât you?â
âI w-want you, yes.â He moans at the words heâs died to hear.
âThen show me.â
Words and actions that seem so foreign, like the sweet exterior of him is peeling back and revealing how depraved he is, how badly he wants you, when you bend over, unzipping him as the car starts, and youâre bracing yourself on his thigh, revealing a pretty, thick cock. Your cunt starts drooling at feeling him inside your mouth, inside your throat, choking him down deep.
âFuck⊠why did you have to make me so mad?â He demands, free hand entangling in your hair as you bob up and down him. âCanât you see I did it for us, for you, to k-keep you⊠safe⊠from- mnhâŠâ
Choso whines out as youâre lapping him up, his hand trailing down your spine to find you soaked, his other hand gripping the steering wheel when he comes to another stop. He has never been one to even let women suck him or give him oral very often, but now he finds he wants to wreck your tight little throat, to stop your bratty mouth, the things you do to him.
âSlutty panties, every day.â You should be concerned, worried maybe, but instead youâre soaking them further, as he hits the gas pedal again, forcing your mouth more on him, your tongue tasting the musky, sweet precum coating your mouth. âAll for me?â
âMmhmmâŠâ Is all you can manage, as he continues torturing you over your panties, and comes to a stop, you are lifted off his cock, he swipes the pretty lipstick smeared on your cheek, slamming his lips down furious.
âDonât drive me so insane, angel. I canât take it.â He whispers, violet eyes so dilated they look black as he cups your face so tightly you cry out a bit. âI need you to be mine, no one elseâs, can you do it for me?â
You nod weakly, body acting against any better judgement. âY-yes.â
âYouâre being so good for me, finally.â Heâs smiling all sweet, as if he wasnât admitting to being insane, and you canât find any words to complain, when he picks you up in his arms, your arms wrapping his neck, his hands gripping your ass, you barely take notice of his house, aside from when you start seeing pictures of you all over his desk.
âWhat⊠is allâŠâ
âShh, baby.â Heâs got you naked in moments, as you look in horror to see your pictures printed and scattered, you blush as you see lotion and tissues. âIâve wanted this for so long.â
Psycho, heâs psychoâŠ
But your pussy doesnât really seem to care.
âAre these my panties!?â You demand, gasping when you see two pairs on his nightstand that look just like the ones youâve had on, and Choso just shrugs a broad shoulder, arm wrapping around your body, hand slipping up to grip your throat, lips plump against your ear.
âYou have plenty, too many really.â
âHow-â
âNow.â Is all he murmurs, turning you and unzipping your work dress, watching as the goosebumps rise on your precious skin. âYouâll be all mine, say it angel.â
âH-huh?â He yanks that zipper until youâre completely bare, panting breaths making your chest rise and fall in Chosoâs large master bedroom, where you start to see more and more things that are yours.
Missing pony tails, single earrings, a bracelet, how much of you is there exactly you wonder with a gulp, as heâs behind your bare body fully clothed. When he slips an arm around your waist, hand slipping down your tummy, making it tremble in response, your head falls back with how good it feels against any better judgement.
âYou knew you did this, admit it angel.â His words are honeyed, you can feel his pout on your cheek, while heâs rubbing your clit with one hand, the other holding your body against his, curve of your back on his chest, when he grips a bare breast, squishing it in his hand and overwhelming you with sensations.
âD-didnât know⊠thisâŠâ
âTch, canât speak already? Try⊠All mine. Mine, say it. Now.â
âIâŠâ
âNow.â
âYours.â Choso goes feral then, turning you so youâre looking up at him, and heâs cupping your face so tightly, leaning down as your shaky hands pull at the lapels of his jacket. âPleaseâŠâ
âBegging, youâre so perfect, sweet like this?â Youâre gulping as he steps back, eyeing your body and groaning softly, hands slipping down the sides of your breasts, down to your waist, the jut of your hips, as he drinks in your beauty. âBeautiful.â
One moment degrading, the next looking at you precious, his fingers trailing off while he then slips off his top, and you see him shirtless, his tattooed and buff body, muscles over muscles leaning to a narrow waist. A slutty waist, thatâs what he has, with red tattoos along one side of his defined ribs, flat nipples, you briefly register one his pierced as he pulls that shirt over his head.
âGodâŠâ Youâre trailing fingers down his body, and he turns you, until your knees hit the back of his soft bed, and youâre on your back, throwing you around like youâre nothing, slipping his pants off with your help over the plump of his firm ass, hissing when his cock is free.
âNo one else can ever touch you.â His words are batshit, but your pussy is drooling, tummy clenching when he lines his blushing tip, all reddened and sticky with precum, right between your glistening folds. âNo one can, right? I canât hear your cute little mumbles.â
âF-fucking⊠shitâŠâ Heâs smiling a bit, yanking up one of your thighs high, positioning himself at your soppy entrance, whimpering as your hot gummy walls now engulf his tip.
âNeed to hear you, words, pretty.â Heâs acting all sweet, like he doesn't have his huge cock right against your hole, like he doesnât have a screen watching your room, apps on his phone now to keep track of you, plenty of rope to keep you from leaving if he needs to, no he looks sweet.
âNo one but you.â He exhales, shoving his cock inside you then, you hiss at the burn, nails digging into the strong muscles of his back as you arch up.
âG-good girl⊠fuck you feel perfect, I knew it.â Choso is lost then, your pussy is so tiny, struggling to take him, gushing down his veiny length to accommodate, but heâs already too far gone, heâs thought of this too much, far too much. âSo fucking tiny compared to me arenât you?â
Youâre whining pathetically as he fills you, stretches you with several inches, too fucking many, your thighs tremble on his hips as he grips two of your wrists, pressing sweet kisses as he pushes them over your head, sinking in deeper and earning your hiccup of pleasure. âChoso!â
âThere it isâŠâ Heâs whispering in wonder, you thought Choso would be passionate certainly, after heâd eaten you out until you literally tapped out, but the feral grin on his sweet face when he eyes you is overwhelming. He lets your wrists go to spread your thighs, moaning as he watches your tummy. âLook how big I am inside you, hmm?â
You blush as you see it, your tummy bulging and moving, heâs enamored by it, while he slows his movements, now a hand is touching your tummy, pressing just a bit to feel it. âToo much⊠itâsâŠâ
âNo, baby you can take it, hmm? Just like last night?â
âI passed out!?â
âYouâre so pretty like that, in your sleep..â You gasp as he leans over you further, shoving your thighs up against your breasts, until youâre folded in half. âIâll take care of you even in your sleep, you donât have to do anything angel.â
âChoso w-what?â Heâs lost now, tip slamming your cervix, pounding your pussy so deep while youâre convulsing around his length, cumming with one more slam so deep, and he moans at the sensation.
âIâll keep fucking you, donât worry beautiful girl. Wanted this so fuckinâ long, you know? How longâŠâ Your eyes roll back in your skull, body struggling to keep a hold of any sense as your climax rocks through your body, as Chosoâs hands press into the backs of your thighs. âGod I canât wait to fill you over and overâŠâ
âMnh! Too m-muchâŠâ Itâs too good, when he grinds and rolls his hips, black hairs on his pelvis grinding into your engorged clit, youâre gripping those blankets, sobbing with a trembling lip as he works you, losing himself in you.
âNo, you can keep going fâme, huh baby? Nod for me.â You manage a weak nod, and heâs grinning again, leaning back to spit on your clit, in a thin long trail of saliva, rubbing your clit again while sinking in your fluttering walls. âThere we go, need you to take all this cum, can you?â
âY-yes⊠ah mâgonna-â
âCum, milk him baby. So good.â Youâre cumming as if on command as his rough thumb and spit hits that spot, and you canât see anything but black spots and the glow of his violet eyes and his brows contorted, when his hand leaves your clit, to press your thighs up higher. âReady for me to fill her?â
You gulp, nodding weakly as Choso loses himself finally, in your perfect face, covered in those tears that just make him pulsate more as he finally busts his hot, gooey load so deep in your pussy, which is sucking it in greedily. You feel him everywhere as his white ropes fill your hole, coating your contracting walls, while heâs drunk off you.
Drunk and whimpering in your ear while he has your little frame folded right in half for him, your pussy so eagerly taking all he gives, so wet and messy as he kisses your swollen lips. He tastes the salt of your tears, letting your thighs fall finally, one hand entangling in your hair, pulling your head up as his tongue plunders your mouth, the other slipping down your waist, leaving goosebumps.
âGod you took so much, youâre so good fâme, look at you.â Youâre whining as he pushes deeper, white drizzles falling down his cock, and you blink into focus, to see his face is soft again, sweet again, like your little work bestie. He even has the audacity to blush just a bit when he leans up, caressing your face. âPerfect, pretty slut for me.â
âFor youâŠâ You should hate that, but it just makes your pussy clutch his cock, he moans then, easing out with a suctioned wet pop, his heavy cock making a sticky mess as cum starts pouring from your puffy lips. âAh! F-fuckâŠâ
âLook at all this, donât you want all my cum baby?â He asks with a pout, shoving two fingers back in your pussy, watching the cum disappear with a smile.
âToo s-sensitive- youâre c-crazyâŠâ
âYou havenât seen it all yet, baby.â
Choso has you bent over, ass in his face as heâs eating you out from the back, while youâre gripping his sheets, headboard banging on the wall when heâs back inside you, deeper like this. He has you cumming again and again, eventually tying you right up to the headboard, ropes digging tightly in your skin as he looks down at you, covered in him.
His cum, his handprints, his bites.
His, youâre his.
âI need some pictures, pretty, just a moment?â Youâre delirious as you shake your head, tugging at the knots he has you in, but heâs already up, and for a brief moment you take in the surroundings, of all the things heâd stolen.
You panic momentarily when heâs back, and heâs smiling with a lidded gaze, caressing your cheek gently, down the curve of your neck. âChoso?â
âIâll untie you, I wonât just leave you like this. WellâŠâ
âChosoâŠâ
âI wonât, donât worry pretty.â Heâs thinking of it, of never letting you leave the bed, he could just feed you right, keep you tied at the wrists when you needed things-Â
Nah.
He shouldnât.
Right?
âYou wonât leave me now, hmm?â Heâs pressing kisses on your forehead so sweetly, as you sniffle just a bit, shaking your head, earning his exhale relief. âJust a few pictures.â
Chosoâs snapping them then, dark messy hair falling over his brow, adding them to the collection of photos of you inside your home, from out your window mostly, along with those from last night, of course heâd printed them. Heâs positioning you just so, pressing sweet kisses while he snaps away on his phone, finally releasing your wrists, rubbing them so gently.
âAre you alright, angel?â He is frowning, so concerned like he didnât have a growing collection of your things, you just nod a bit, as he sees where your vision heads, sighing. âIâve had a⊠crush.â
âA crush?â
âWell, a really big crush. Iâm in love with you.â Heâs cupping your face now, smiling down at you. âMaybe I was a little shy?â
You blink before bursting into laughter, youâre losing it, you may just die or be trapped here, but youâre too fucked out to comprehend it. âShy?â
âYeah. Youâre just so perfect, I needed the right moment. But you were bad, werenât you? Made me so jealous.â Heâs glaring, hand tightening around your throat as he kisses your lips so tenderly, thumb on your fluttering pulse. âYou wonât make me jealous again, right baby?â
You shake your head, letting him kiss you now.
Choso has no intentions of letting you go, itâs the next morning and you can barely walk as heâs grinning at you, shirtless and handsome, cooking up pancakes and all sorts of yummy things. Your tummy growls in response, trying to forget the horror as youâd seen you were his pc background even, his phone background, finding more and more things all over.
âGood morning, beautiful.â He comes to you, flour on his cheek which you brush off with a trembling hand. âYou should skip work today.â
âI canâtâŠâ
âYou can, donât worry. Itâs for the best, that's all, you can stay here.â
âChoso, so soon?â
âI canât have you working, I need you home, our home. Eating goodâŠâ Heâs forking a bite of pancake into your mouth, as horror mixed with the sweetness mixes in your body.
âI mean, just a day off?â
âSure, a day.â Heâs smiling brightly, as if he hasnât already sent your boss a video of your cum pouring out of your pretty hole.
Heâs sure he enjoyed it, but maybe not the not so friendly message associated with it.
But you wonât need that job anyway!
âOkay, a day wonât hurt.â You sit down and wince, sore from the endless amounts of times heâd stuffed you full with his cock.
âYou need tylenol and coffee!â Heâs quick to grab them for you, sitting next to you, brushing your hair back as you swallow the pills so quickly, he brushes back your hair gently, oh heâs so proud of you. âGood girl, hmm? Youâre gonna feel better soon.â
Choso is BATSHIT in this my god ahaha, I cracked up writing the donut scene AND the end- TYSM again for 9k followers I am so glad you all enjoy my bullshit lol. Love you all and see you in the comments hehe <3
Synopsis:You could almost admire how delicate he made his voice. If you were anyone else, you may have given in, completely and utterly lulled by his sweet words. But you know Suguru. You can hear the thrum of bloodlust and violence that simmers between his soft words. Itâs why you remain pliant in his grasp.
(Warnings: yandere, dark content, manipulation, forced relationships, dubcon/noncon, younger man/older woman, suguru is early 20s, mc is mid/late twenties)
You help Suguru in the mornings.Â
Youâre less of an aide and more of a charm he likes to keep around. His morning routine is a regimen rather than anything else. Very rarely do you see him stray from it. You sit beside him as he lounges in the bath. He chooses soaps that bubble up in the water, filling the air with delicate scents that cling to his skin hours later. After you watch him dress in his robes, fully transforming into the priest his followers praise. His form slips underneath layers of traditional clothing. It makes him look older, and you often wonder if thatâs the point.Â
After he settles, you fix his hair.
The bristles are soft to the touch, but youâre gentle as you comb over his strands. You delicately trace over his scalp, separating his hair into different sections as you go. Youâre always so careful with his hair, even when you know he can handle worseâhe has handled worse. You see the evidence at night when his face is settled into the crook of your neck, his scar-littered body ragged with shaky breaths. You know he wonât flinch or even grimace if you were to yank on his scalp. Still, you keep your touch light, because itâs the only part of him thatâs still soft.Â
You think he appreciates that, maybe thatâs why he sits in front of you, head tilted in a way that makes it easier for you. He keeps his eyes closed, allowing you to work without his piercing gaze sifting through your skin. Heâs often so still you mightâve thought he was dead if not for the shallow rise and fall of his chest.Â
You like this part of the morning. Thereâs no monotone chants of his followers, no drones of sermons. The twins arenât awake yet, much preferring to sleep until the sun is higher in the sky.
 You use this time to let your brain wander, and your gaze drifts outside the window. Patches of flowers swayed just outside, dancing to the rhythm of the wind.Â
âYouâve been out there a lot, recently.âÂ
Your eyes travel back to Suguru. His face is tilted upwards. His eyes are open. Sharp purple.Â
âThe girls like the garden.â You admit, continuing with his hair. âI make sure they donât pick any flowers. They like to chase around the butterflies.âÂ
âThey can take the flowers,â Suguru tells you. âI can always have more planted.âÂ
âTheyâre too pretty to be plucked.â You respond, bunching his hair up in that signature bun. âBesides, the butterflies might not return if they do.âÂ
He seems satisfied with your answer and leaves it at that. A short while later, youâve finished with his hair. Not a strand out of place, just as he likes it. You expect him to rise from his chair and stride outside the bedroom with you behind him as always.Â
Instead, thereâs a delicate grip on your wrist. Youâre gently guided into his lap. You reluctantly settle into his hold. His face buries into your neck. You can smell the scented oils you applied to his hair. Scarred fingers dance around the edge of your clothes, grazing at the skin just underneath.Â
You frown. âSuguru.âÂ
He hums, pulling down the elastic that covers your skin.Â
âWeâwe still need toââ Your breath hitches when he sinks his teeth into your neck, licking at the flesh.Â
âThe sermonââ The rest of your words disappear into a gasp when a single finger works itself into your pussy.Â
Youâre still sore from last night, but thatâs never stopped him. Heâs more than content to drive his finger deeper into your cunt as you writhe on his lap. His thumb rolls your clit like his own personal toy.Â
âIt can wait.â He hushes your protests. âNothing in this temple moves without me anyway.âÂ
His words are the only truth you know. Nothing breathes without Suguruâs explicit acknowledgement. Despite his soft demeanor and gentle tones, the thing he craves most of all is control.Â
âYes, but the girlsââÂ
He interrupts your ramblings with his lips. Gentle, but all-encompassing. He curls his fingers into you, touching a spongy spot at just the right angle. You spill moan after moan into his mouth.Â
âRelax, dear,â he coos when he pulls away.Â
You shut your eyes, collapsing into his chest as he works. Itâs so quiet you can hear the slick sounds of your hole creaming around his fingers. Your body is so quick to accept him these days, as opposed to the fight you used to put up, even when you accepted your new life with Geto Suguru. You canât tell if you should feel relieved or pathetic.Â
âLet me take care of whatâs mine just once more.âÂ
As you come around his fingers, you know it wonât be the last time.Â
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Nanako and Mimiko are happier in the temple.Â
In the village, even before your exile, their eyes were always so dull. You thought it had more to do with their fatherâthe man who abandoned you three long before they were even born. They never acted like proper children. They never played, barely even laughed.Â
And then, their powers awakened.Â
Curse technique, Suguru later told you.Â
âWeâre never gonna find her.â Nanako pouts.Â
You squeeze your daughterâs tiny hand in reassurance. Nanako was always the more impatient of your two childrenâconstantly hoping from one emotion to the next. Even now, as the two of you poke around the temple grounds, searching for her sister, she is quick to state her thoughts as though they were certain.Â
âWeâve barely looked.â You smile. âLetâs try a couple more minutes before we give up.âÂ
She frowns, but she trails behind you regardless, continuing the search.Â
âI just donât get why you always find me first.â She mumbles.Â
âYou were giggling so loudly, I could hear you across the courtyard.â You affectionately reach out to pinch her cheek. âYou think I donât have ears?âÂ
She looks away as her ears turn red.Â
You spot a brown blob huddled in a corner. Immediately, you hush your daughterâs chattering, silently pointing out her sister.Â
Nanako grins. You let her go, watching as she slowly advances on her sister.Â
âFound you!âÂ
Mimiko nearly jumps as Nanako pounces on her. They immediately burst into giggles. A part of you wants to chastise them for rolling on the grass, but you canât bring yourself to.Â
âNow you have to find us.â Nanako very seriously tells her sister.Â
Mimiko frowns. âBut I wanna hide again.âÂ
âYou were the last one found. That makes you seeker.â Nanako argues back.Â
âIâll be seeker again.â You relent, as you have the last three times theyâve had this argument.Â
Both girls are happy with your compromise. Theyâre so much brighter now, you think to yourself as you observe them in the light. The smiles almost make their faces glow with childish innocence. Their clothes are always clean, their bellies are always full, and itâs all because of this place.Â
Nanako looks behind you. Her eyes light up.Â
Only one person in the world makes her do that. You try not to let your smile drop as she rushes past you.Â
âYouâre back!â She chirps when sheâs snuggled in Suguruâs hold.Â
When Mimiko joins her sister in the hug, he lifts them easily from the ground. They both giggle, kicking their feet as Suguru holds them. You could barely carry them after they became toddlers. Suguru, on the other hand, hardly staggers.Â
They gush to him for a few minutes. He lowers his voice as he answers their questions. Heâs good with them, you think to yourself. Suguru is gentle, patient, nurturing, and fatherly.Â
Your smile gets more painted by the minute.Â
His eyes meet yours when he sets the girls back on their feet.Â
âWhy donât you both head inside?â He dismisses the girls with a nod to you.Â
Theyâre quick to obey, always eager to impress him.Â
âYes, Geto-sama!â They both happily chirp before turning heel and scurrying away.Â
Everyone calls him that: his attendants, his followers, and your daughters. You donât know anyone who calls him by his given name.Â
Except for you.Â
Youâre not sure why he allows it. Maybe itâs for the girlâs sake, more than it is for yours. So they can see some semblance of equality between you two. Kindness.Â
A sham. A farce.Â
You watch them until they disappear inside the temple, until itâs just you and Suguru underneath the sunny sky.Â
âThey get bigger by the day.â He finally comments.Â
You nod. Your daughters are finally going to bed with their bellies full, their hunger sated. No longer are their cheeks hollow. They look like proper, healthy children now.Â
Itâs all because of him.Â
âYou were gone for a while.â You say because the silence feels heavy.Â
He turns, smiling against porcelain skin.Â
âDid you miss me?âÂ
You smile back, thinking of two tiny sets of feet chasing eachother on wooden floors.Â
âI donât travel for exorcisms anymore, not since high school.â The way he says it makes it sound like forever ago, but you doubt that his high school days were all that far behind him.Â
âIt was a nice place. Close to the ocean.âÂ
Youâre saying it before you can think to shut your mouth.Â
âThe girls have never been to the ocean.âÂ
All they ever knew was the village and then the temple. You never had the opportunity to take them anywhere before everything happened.Â
When you were younger, you had grand dreams of traveling. You wanted to go everywhere. You wanted to see every country in the world.Â
You wonder when those dreams left you.Â
He shifts, and youâre back in the templeâright next to Suguru.Â
âWe should take them there.â He says in a tone thatâs oddly wistful. âI have a feeling theyâd like the beach.âÂ
Every so often, heâd show a side of himself thatâs oddly open. Vulnerable. Soft. As though you could reach out and press your hand straight into his skin, right up to his heart.Â
Your fingers twitch. You keep them right at your side.Â
âI think so too.â You respond.Â
A hand brushes against your chin. You let him tilt your head at just the right angle so his lips can melt into yours.Â
Itâs a soft kiss, but you feel the possession and control lingering at the edge of his tongue. His grip tightensâlike heâs afraid youâll disappear if he were to let you go.Â
Maybe heâs right to feel fear.Â
But then you remember the smiles on your daughter's face. You remember the way they play with each other. You remember the way sunshine looks on their skin, the sparkle in their eyes. You remember how they go to bed with bellies full and hunger sated.Â
It becomes easier to stay after that.Â
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Very rarely does Suguru call you to his private sittings. He prefers to spend his off-hours with you and the girls, when the temple settles down.Â
Today, he specifically requested you, so you go.Â
You trail behind an attendant, weaving through the temple halls. Sheâs yet another follower of the Buddhist temple, loyal to the master himself. Often, you wonder what these people thought of you and your daughters. You wonder what role you play in their eyes. A concubine, perhaps? You bet some raised eyebrows on why the head priest chose someone who was more than half a decade older than him, but you doubted anyone would be bold enough to challenge Suguru.Â
She pulls on large hickory doors. You quietly pass inside.Â
Heâd already committed a massacre.Â
From the rumpled suit and tie, you could only assume the puddle had once been a man. Perhaps heâd been a follower just as loyal as the attendant who led you here. That didnât matter to Suguru. Very rarely does he value loyalty over true material worth.Â
After two years, youâd grown accustomed to the gore and rot heâd occasionally display. As long as you donât directly look at it, itâs almost easy to pretend nothing was there. These days, youâre happy he doesnât show these sights to Nanako and Mimiko.Â
Suguru sprawls across the dais like the god he thinks himself to be. Heâs pinching the bridge of his nose, forehead wrinkled in clear exasperation.Â
âTheyâre getting more brash by the day.â You can hear him mutter to himself. âWhat else could I expect from these pests?âÂ
Suguru glances up at the sound of your footsteps. He immediately brightens, urging you forward.Â
Your hand touches his, and he leads you into his lap. He sighs in content as his large body dwarfs yours, as though he intended on using you as a stuffed animal from the start. You feel his face press into the nape of your neck, and you wonder if thatâs his favorite part of you.Â
âYouâre the only part of this I can ever find tolerable.â He murmurs into your skin, before he raises his voice to the lingering attendant. âClean that up.âÂ
That. Not a person, rather, what was left of that person.Â
 You have a clear view of the bloodbath now. Crimson red leaks over the floors, into the carpet. It might take the attendants hours to clean up.Â
You stare at the mess and wonder how long you have until that becomes you.Â
Your daughters were the sole reason you still breathed. They were young, still attached to you. He may have found it too cruel to kill their only parent in front of them so gruesomely.Â
Youâre not stupid enough to think Suguruâs affections would be enough to put off your eventual execution. Youâre not even sure he had affections, or that you were some oddly shaped creature heâd found amusing enough to lie in his bed. The affection, the amusement, and the tolerance would fade eventually. Heâs made it very clear what he felt about your kind, the ones who canât see grueling monsters crawling around at night. You doubted he felt enough to make you an exception.Â
If Suguru killed you, you donât think youâd mind. Youâd die knowing your girls were well cared for and loved. Itâs all a parent could hope for, really.Â
A short while later, the mess is all cleaned up, and the servants are crowding back out of the room. You hadnât moved from your spot in Suguruâs arms.Â
You only come back when thereâs a click of footstepsâ the signal of another client. You start to get up, until Suguruâs arms cinch tighter around you.Â
Itâs not exactly forceful. If you truly wanted to, you could have broken his grip entirely.Â
You still. He hums with satisfaction.Â
âStay,â he murmurs into your skin as the next client sits down for his own set of pleas. âKeep me company.âÂ
You could almost admire how delicate he made his voice. If you were anyone else, you may have given in, completely and utterly lulled by his sweet words. But you know Suguru. You can hear the thrum of bloodlust and violence that simmers between his soft words.Â
Itâs why you remain pliant in his grasp.Â
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Sometimes, you dream of the day you met Suguru.
It was a week after the girls were taken from you. Back then, you didnât understand the terms âsorcererâ or âcursed energyâ. Back then, you were living alone with two young children, barely getting by in a village that seemed to despise you for simply existing without a husband to stand by your side. They never wondered where he went, never blamed him for his own selfish desires. That all went to you.Â
And when villagers began to disappear, they decided to blame your daughters.Â
You were at fault as well, for birthing them. No matter how much you kicked and screamed, you couldnât fight off the men who dragged your sobbing daughters away, uncaring how harsh their grip was on their soft skin.Â
âThe exorcist will deal with them.â The village chief promised before you were barricaded in your own cell. âThen, we will deal with you.â
You sobbed for days. You thought it would be the last time you saw your children. You thought your last memories of them would be of their tears as they begged you to save them.Â
The fire started on the fifth day of captivity.Â
You watched from your tiny cell window as the flames grew and grew. You heard blood-curdling screams as people ran, only to mysteriously collapse on the pavement.Â
You could only explain it as a parade of burning death.Â
You heard the whispers hours later when everything had settled. Childrenâs voices. Your children.Â
You sobbed all over again as Nanako and Mimikoâs voices called out to you. Back then, you hadnât questioned how two young girls were able to escape from an angry horde of villagers. You donât question how they were able to enter the cell so easily, even though it took two whole men to close off. All you cared about was how perfectly they fit in your arms as you held them. They were smaller, starved. You mouthed apologies upon apologies into their hair, peppering their tear-streaked faces in kisses.Â
âHow did you escape?â You finally managed to ask them.Â
Nanako answered. She was always more outspoken compared to her sister. Yet, youâre taken aback at her wide smile as she points behind her.Â
âGeto-sama saved us.â She chirped before snuggling back into your embrace.Â
To this day, youâre not sure how you didnât see him before your daughter pointed him out. He didnât bother to obscure himself. He stood still and silent as you watched him. His clothes are dark, almost outlining him against the background.Â
You opened your mouth, prepared to thank him.Â
But his eyes made you stop. It matched the death you saw right outside your prison.Â
âWhereâs the village chief?â You asked instead, clutching onto the girls. The stench of blood drifted through the air.Â
His lips quirked. It held far too much humor for your liking.Â
âGone.â Itâs all that can be said. âTheyâre all gone.â Â
âWould you like to join them?âÂ
You slowly shook your head.Â
His smile widened, and he lowered his hand.Â
As soon as you took it, you knew you sealed your fate for the rest of your life.Â
You wake up with a jolt. Your breathing is slightly ragged. The bedroom is dark, barely lit by the streetlights just outside. You see shadows of trees brushing over the window.Â
As delicately as you can, you shift to look in his direction.Â
Suguru was always a light sleeper. If you left the bed to sit by the windowsill, heâd know in minutes. The nights you couldnât sleep, you still stayed pliant in bed, uneasy to even risk the chance of waking him.Â
Tonight, Suguru doesnât move. His eyes are closed. His breaths are slow and calm. A hand drapes across your waist, keeping you from straying too far as you continue to study him.Â
Heâs bare under the blankets. You are, too. The only thing that covers you is the marks he likes to leave on your skin. Theyâve become semi-permanent. The moment one fades, he leaves another.Â
Heâs covered by marks, too. Not by the marks you left, you doubted you could ever pierce his skin. You see silver scars flecked across his thick forearms, trailing all the way up his chest and stomach.Â
Heâs so beautiful, you could never deny that of him. His face is angled and arched. His long lashes almost rest right on his cheekbones. He always covers himself up in traditional robes and fake smiles. Itâs rare, even for you, to see him like this.Â
It makes him look younger. It makes him look his own age.Â
In another life, you wouldnât have looked twice at Suguru. You wouldâve written him off as a kid who dreams too big, idealizes far too much. In another life, you wouldnât be here, tucked into his side when youâre almost thirty and heâs barely in his twenties.Â
But, in this life, where your daughters are finally happy, where youâre slowly starting to realize they love him more than they ever loved youâŠ
You donât think youâd mind if Suguru killed you. Perhaps, if you requested it, he would give you a peaceful death: a death where you could close your eyes and know your children were safe before disappearing off the Earth forever.Â
A single black lock falls against his forehead. You reach up to brush it away, tucking it behind his ears.Â
His features slightly scrunch in mild irritation. He unconsciously shifts, rolling his body further into your space. Both of his arms loop around your body, tugging you into his broad, scarred chest. You lie limp as his head sinks into your neck. His breaths are even. His face relaxes.
Youâd laugh if you werenât so sure youâd cry.Â
Even in his sleep, Suguru refused to let you go.Â
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Whenever you can, you sleep in your daughterâs room.Â
It reminds you of your home in the villageâthe one thatâs now reduced to mere rubble. It was tiny, but it was home. The three of you used to cuddle in a small cot, but you none of you minded. You never thought of it as a luxury before Suguru brought you into his temple.Â
He never said it out loud, but it was clear where he expected you to lie at night.Â
So, on the nights heâs left, you huddle in bed with Nana and Mimi.Â
The girls are barely able to keep their giggling to a hush, no matter how hard you try to coddle them to keep their voices down. You canât blame them. Itâd been a while since the last sleepover. They are far too excited to settle, not even when you try to console them with a story.Â
Your stories are less like stories and more like dreams of a better future. Before the temple, you would crowd them under the blanket, whispering the wildest fantasies you could think of: a big house, all the candy two little girls could possibly want. The girls used to beg you to add a dog into your storiesâ a dog that they could run around the backyard with and play fetch. Each time, theyâd tell you a different type of dog: a small white dog with spots, a big brown one with shaggy fur. Ever since they could babble, they always wanted a dog.Â
The twins donât talk about dogs these days. Suguru isnât too fond of those animals.Â
They don't urge you to talk about your dream-like futures either. To them, this is their dream. You tell them different stories now.Â
âDonât wanna!â Nanako whines when you stop her from snuggling into the warm blankets. âItâs so cold.âÂ
âThatâs because you didnât give me enough time to dry your hair.â You chide. âJust a few more minutes.âÂ
She pouts and whines the entire way through, but at least she lets you finish blow-drying her hair. Her other twin is already dressed for bed, nestled into her cocoon of blankets, waiting for you and her sister to join her.Â
Itâs almost a relief to sink into bed after chasing two children around all day. Your body is close to giving out as you tuck yourself underneath the coversâNanako and Mimiko snuggled under either arm. They yawn, clearly tuckered out by the excitement they had that day.Â
Theyâre school-aged. By now, you wouldâve enrolled them in the local village school. In a different life, they would grow up whining about ugly school uniforms and hanging out with friends their age.Â
When you asked Suguru about their education, he waved off your worries. With a snap of his fingers, tutors arrived at the temple. The twins receive the quality of education only reserved for the elites in Japan.Â
Itâs not enough, but you say nothing more. You should be happy. The girls are happy. Suguru protects themâloves them. It should be enough for you.Â
Nanako is the first to fall asleep. Mimiko is slow to follow. You glance down in the darkness, watching as your daughterâs lip curls downward.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask, nudging her with your arm.Â
She shakes her head, nuzzling closer into your side.Â
âI miss Geto-sama,â she admits.Â
Suguru would return in just a few days, but you can see the hole heâs left in their hearts grow. You reach over, brushing away hair from Mimikoâs temple, urging her to sleep. You canât fault their attachment to Suguru. They never knew their true father. They are children. Anything that resembled paternal love, they were quick to latch on to.Â
âHeâll be back soon.â You try to comfort her. âIâm sure he misses you just as much.âÂ
âWhere did he go?â Nanako asks. She was still awake, peering up at you with wide eyes.Â
Heâd told you earlier that day, fingers touching your skin as he complained about another trip he had no desire to complete. As much as Suguru adores running the temple, you can see the toll it takes on him. Feet never rest until he drops. His painted smile stays on until heâs behind closed doors. Errands pile up and up.Â
âHe had to visit a client far away.â You tell your daughters. âIf you go to bed now, Iâm sure heâll come back sooner.â A white lie, something normal parents do to placate their whining children.Â
Nanakoâs face drops.Â
âHe went out to collect a curse?â She reads through your words easily. You donât respond.Â
Her face twists before sheâs snuggling back into your side.Â
Her next words make your skin crawl.Â
âI hate those pests.â She hisses with her eyes closed. âThey keep taking him away from us.âÂ
âI wish theyâd all disappear off Earth.â Mimiko responds. âI wish theyâd all die.âÂ
It gets harder to swallow.Â
âGirls.â You say in the most commanding voice you can muster, but it comes out weak. âYouâŠyou shouldnât talk like that about people.âÂ
Nanako frowns harder. âBut all the non-sorcerers do is cause problems for sorcerers. Shouldnât that mean they should die, then?âÂ
You feel your breath quicken. You clutch onto them tighter. Your smile feels painful. You can feel your skin pull itself apart to maintain a semblance of friendliness.Â
âBut arenât I a non-sorcerer?â You ask.Â
The twins are sweet, loving girls. If they knew they hurt your feelings, theyâd backtrack and apologize. You could use that opportunity to teach them that no matter how bad some non-sorcerers are, it doesnât mean theyâre all like that.Â
Mimiko gives you the brightest smile youâve ever seen from her.Â
âItâs okay.â She tells you sweetly. âYou canât help but be the way you are.âÂ
Her eyes share the same adoration and condescension as Suguruâs.Â
You numbly tell them goodnight. They chirp it right back. Hours later, youâre stuck in that same bed, staring up at the ceiling as your girls peacefully snore beside you.Â
Protection. Safety. Thatâs all you ever did this for. You slept beside Suguru, letting him degrade you, pull you around like a prized poodle so you could stay by the twinsâ side. Yet, as you lie there, you canât help but ask yourself that same question over and over again:Â
Were you protecting the twins, or just yourself?Â
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Leaving the temple was laughingly easy.Â
You didnât have much of a plan. Suguru would not be back for a couple more days. You had to leave, and you had to leave now.Â
You barely packedâ there wasnât much to take. You barely scrounged up some hidden-away money before grabbing your daughterâs hands and fleeing.Â
You half-expected to be stopped at the gates. A swarm of attendants would descend on you, pulling you away from your daughters. You would be locked in a dungeon below the temple for as long as Suguru desires. Or, he decides he no longer needs you, and youâll breathe your last breath.Â
Even after you left the grounds, you waited for this to turn out to be a trick. Nothing happens, not even as you and the twins board a bus, leaving the temple completely behind. They sit beside the window, watching the road blur by as you wait and wait.Â
Nothing. At first, you wonder if Suguru even cared that you left.Â
Slowly, it becomes clear he didnât think you would.Â
Even before, you never tried to leave. Your girls were happy with Suguru. You liked watching them be happy. For the past year, you were content with bottling up your misery so the twins could be at peace.Â
You had no desire to leave until now.Â
âWhen will we get there?â Nanako suddenly asked.Â
Her voice and eyes are filled with excitement. Earlier, youâd kept your voice in a hush, telling them to follow you and not make a sound. A surprise trip was all you told them. Itâs all the information children need to soften their tones and let you lead them out of their home.Â
âSoon.â You respond, urging her back to the window. âWeâll be there soon.âÂ
You didnât tell your daughters that you had no clue what you were doing. You didn'tât tell your daughters you were just as lost as they were. You didnât tell your daughters anything like that because, for once, you wanted to be a proper parent and protect them.Â
âAre we meeting Geto-sama?â Nanako asks next. You simply smile and pat her head.Â
The bus drops you at the outskirts of the city. Desperate, you decide not to complain. The motel you reluctantly pad into was cramped and stuffy. You had enough money to pay for one nightâenough time to get your bearings.Â
The girlsâ grow more reluctant by the second. They sit atop a lumpy mattress. You canât blame them. For nearly two years, theyâve enjoyed lavish beds and everything they could possibly want.Â
âWhere are we going?â Nanako asks. The frown cuts deeper into her face.Â
You feel your lips curve up. Itâs just as hollow as the other times youâve consoled them.Â
âYouâll see soon.â You tell her, pressing a kiss onto her forehead. You repeat the same action with Nanako.Â
When it all gets too much, you slip away. You start the TV so they can have some entertainment while youâre gone. You repeatedly tell them not to open the door unless they are sure itâs you. And then, you leave.Â
You barely make it past the door before you finally break down. You clutch your sides as you sink to the floor. Itâs the hardest youâve cried in years.Â
You always knew you were pathetic, but you finally recognize just how low youâve sunk.Â
Scraps.Â
For all your life, youâve lived off scraps. Slivers of pity or sympathy or anything people would toss your way. You did the same back in the village, too fearful to leave, no matter how badly you were treated. With Suguru, you repeated the same cycle, no matter how much he sank his fingers into your daughter, feeding them lies and propaganda so they can turn just as rotten as him.Â
Looking back, you donât fault Suguru for being so disgusted by your kind, not after all that you did.Â
In the village, you used to do odd jobs here and there. Your skills may be rusty, but you are adaptable. You would survive.Â
You and the twins could start over in a different city. It would be rough, especially on the girls. You know how much theyâd miss Suguru, but things will get better. In a new place, far away from his hold, theyâll start to let go of their resentment of non-sorcerers. You could finally send them to a proper school. They could wear proper school uniforms and make lifelong friendships.Â
They could have the life they were supposed to have. They could live as normal girls.Â
An hour later, three train tickets sit pliantly in your grip. You hadnât given much thought to the destination. It didnât matter where you went. The struggle to maintain would be the same.
The sun shines directly overhead as you step back into the hotel. In proper lighting, it looked even more unkept than earlier. You step over cracked pavement, avoiding the gaze of the burly man who hung just below the staircase.Â
Itâs a relief to get to your room and see your daughters again. Mimiko greets you first, wrapping her tiny arms in the tightest hug she could manage. You smile as you pat her head.Â
Her hair is up.Â
You didnât do that for her.Â
He perches himself on the edge of the bed. Nanako sits on the floor right beneath him with an eager smile. He braids her hair, the same as he did for her sister.Â
âLook!â Mimiko twirls when she escapes your grasp. âIsnât it pretty?âÂ
She wants you to compliment her newest hairstyle, but you canât even speak a word. The tickets crinkle in your hands as you stare at Suguru. Your fight dies before it even has a chance to grow.Â
âYes,â Suguru answers for you, âitâs very pretty.âÂ
He hasnât looked at you once since you entered his trap. He takes his time, idly brushing at Nanakoâs hair with a soft smile on his face. A short while later, Nanako bursts out with a hairstyle that perfectly matches her sister's. The two girls trot to the mirror together, gushing about their new look, completely oblivious to the tension in the room.Â
Suguru rises from his seat. He no longer wears his traditional temple outfit. Today, he wears a plain white button-up shirt and grey pants. You think itâs the first time youâve ever seen him dressed so casually in public. He looks less like a cult leader and more akin to a college student during finals week.Â
He looks like a normal person. He looks like someone he could have been.Â
You think you preferred his sham-of-a-priest outfit.Â
When Suguru finally meets your gaze, his eyes are blank. Stone. You canât tell what heâs thinking as he smiles down on you. You think you wouldâve preferred something more violent. You think dealing with fiery anger would be better compared to numbness.Â
Worldlessly, he extends his hand.Â
You place the tickets in his waiting fingers. He rips them to scraps before tossing them onto the floor.Â
âReady?â He asks the girls.Â
They obediently grab either of his hands as he leads them out of the room. You meekly trail behind. Nanako excitedly chatters about the sights she saw while on the bus ride. Mimiko nods along, putting in her own opinion as Suguru idly listens.Â
A sleek black car waits right at the parking lot. Suguru urges your daughters in the backseat. You stay put, unsure if he even deems you worthy to sit in his car at the moment. You half-expect him to push you into the trunk.Â
He opens the passenger door for you. Strangely, the moment feels more final than anything heâs ever done before.Â
The car is far less tumultuous than the bus. It easily slides on the road, gradually picking up speed as Suguru drives back to the temple. The cool air of the AC brushes over your skinâ a juxtaposition to the warm outside weather. You stare outside the window, watching the sights of people, cars, and buildings pass by in a blur.Â
You count the seconds in your head.Â
Then, you count the minutes.Â
After five, you anxiously turn in Suguruâs direction. He hasnât dropped that look of stone as he hums a tune you canât recognize.Â
âSuguru,â you start, âIâmââÂ
A hand leaves the steering wheel to rest on your thigh. Itâs barely a touch, but the intention is clear. Your voice tapers off.
You say nothing, but Suguru doesnât retract his hand. It stays on your thigh, and you can practically feel it singe through your clothes, burning your skin.Â
The anxiety is so high that you almost miss that he was taking you in the opposite direction from the temple.Â
You turn to him again. This time, he doesnât let you speak.Â
Thereâs a firm squeeze on the top of your thigh. His smile widens large enough to show teeth.Â
âRelax,â he eases. âYou promised the girls a surprise trip, remember?âÂ
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The beach house stood stark against the cloudless sky. It was modernized, a terracotta roof hung over white walls and spotless windows. Just behind it, a beautiful beach sprawled across the horizon. White sand covered the ground as glittering blue waves crashed onto the sand beds.Â
The twins practically bounced off the walls as they scurried inside. They peeked into each vacant room, running up and down the stairs as Suguru explained that they should pick their rooms for the night before going down to the beach. The next morning, the four of you would be back at the temple.Â
You donât even think they heard them. They were already enamoured by the water, slipping out the door and onto the beach before you could stop them. Part of you wanted to chase after them, but you knew better. You could already see an attendant waiting right by the ocean. You wouldnât be necessary. Suguru made sure of that.Â
Still, you canât pull your eyes away from the window. Nanako and Mimiko are smiling from ear to ear as they kick at the waves. They arenât even wearing the proper swimwear, but they hardly seem to care as they wade deeper and deeper into the open water. You watch as they splash each other. Nanako gives chase when Mimiko flees. They roll around on the sand like overexcited puppies.Â
You want to be there with them. Maybe you can show them how to build a sand castle before they squish it down with their feet. Maybe you can teach them that there are more ways to be children.Â
Maybe if you grovel enough, Suguru will grant you that moment before he kills you.Â
Youâve repeated it over and over again in your head. Itâs a never-ending loop within your thoughts. You will not mind if Suguru kills you. You will not mind if Suguru kills you. You will not mind if Suguru kills you.Â
And yet, as you stand by the crystal window, watching your daughters live, you canât stop shaking your hands.Â
âHave they eaten anything?âÂ
Suguruâs soft voice cuts through the tense air. You hold your wince in, keeping your eyes trained on your daughters.
âNot since breakfast.â You admit. Maybe heâs trying to show you yet again how poor a caretaker you were. You could never know with him.Â
Suguru sighs in relief.Â
âThatâs good,â he says, âI planned a big lunch. It would be unfortunate if the girls had a poor appetite.âÂ
You do not know what heâs doing. You arenât sure if thatâs the point. Maybe heâs waiting for you to make your move first.Â
You clench your hands into fists.Â
âIâm sorry.â You let out a shaky breath before sucking in more air. âIâm so sorryââÂ
âHave I ever hit you?âÂ
He feels closer. Your throat goes dry. It takes you seconds to gather your thoughts and answer.Â
âNo.â You tell him in a weak voice.Â
He takes another step forward. You can feel him right at your back, ever so slightly pressing you further into the glass.Â
âHave I ever hurt you?â Not in any way that mattered to him. âHave I ever yelled at you? Berated you?â You never gave him that chance.Â
âNo.â You repeat.Â
âAnd yet, you ran from me.â A hand curls at your waist, barely edging on painful. âI gave you so much, but you ran, and you took my daughters with youââÂ
âThey arenât yours.âÂ
You think this is the first time youâve ever interrupted him. Your first and last.Â
The hand at your waist barely urges you to turn before you obey. You slowly face him. It burns to look into his eyes. That fake smile has completely withered away from his lips. His eyes search yours, and you canât tell if he found what he was looking for or not.Â
âWhy havenât you killed me yet?â You finally ask.Â
He doesnât move. You push forward.Â
âWhy?â The words feel like sandpaper in your throat. âIâIâm useless to you. Youâve made that clear before. Nana and Mimi, theyâŠin a few years, theyâll get over it.â With how much heâs brainwashed them, they might even understand. âSo why am I still alive?âÂ
His jaw clenches. You trace the movement and think this might be it: here and now. Youâve seen that look before, back at the temple, when his followers would come to him, littered with curses; he grew more disgusted with them by the day.Â
The last time youâd ever see your daughters would be a scene of them happy, carefree, safe.Â
âI should.â He tells you, voice stiff. âI should kill you. I almost went through with it and thenâŠâÂ
Youâve never met someone with purple eyes until he strode into your life. Most days, theyâre dull, almost maroon, as he busies himself with the temple and absorbing curses. The shadows hide their true color. Today, as sunlight shines through the window, you see a kaleidoscope of colors within his eyes: mauve, lilac, iris, loâ
His mouth crashes into yours. Thereâs nothing gentle or controlled about it. It lingers on near desperation as his lips find your own. Suguruâs hands tighten on your body as his weight presses you against the window. When you try to move, he barely gives you an inch, grasping your jaw, keeping you in place as he kisses you.Â
You gasp, fingers instinctively reaching down to grab his forearm. Youâre sure your nails are digging into his flesh; it has to hurt, but he barely seems to register the feeling as he pulls apart your clothes. His hands were practically erratic as he pinched and pulled at your nipples at just the right moment to make you whine into his mouth.Â
His eyes were the worst part: wide and completely blown out. Suguru is usually so controlled and measured with his emotions, but in this moment, you can see everything on his tensed-up face. Thereâs hatred, disgust, and anger. You could handle that. If thatâs why he was doing this, you think youâd be fine.Â
But the obsession, the adoration, the love that swirls within his eyes. So much love. It makes you sick.Â
His lips fall away from yours as his head drops to your neck. A part of you was grateful for it. You couldnât bear looking into his eyes a second more.Â
Like always, Suguru has a way of making you regret your relief.Â
Thereâs a harsh tug on your wrist. You barely fight as he pulls you through the living room and into an unnamed bedroom. The room is sparse, clearly meant for a temporary visit. Thereâs barely a desk and a queen-sized bedâlined with bedsheets far too domestic for this situation. The door shuts with a blistering thud that rattles the entire floor.Â
Youâve been in this situation so many times before; it should be relieving that heâs chosen the normal route. But today feels different. You felt it the moment he kissed you. Youâve never seen Suguru like this. Itâs unknown territory.Â
Suguru leaves you as he sits on the bed. His eyes are shadowed, almost hollow.Â
âStrip.â
You almost flinch at the crude language. Heâs never once spoken like that before. Suguruâs words were always floral-like. He made sure to douse the chains with honeyâadding just enough sweetness to cover the scent of iron.Â
Today, the chains cut into your skin as they pull. You move to obey.Â
Itâs painfully quiet. You can feel the heat of his gaze on your skin as you peel off your shirt, then everything else. Youâre not stupid enough to think heâd be satisfied with you in your underwear. His impatience lingers in the air. Â
He distracts himself with his own clothing. They join yours in the pile right at the foot of the bed. He always wears baggy shirts, and his traditional garb effectively hides his muscular figure. Now, you can see him in his entirety as he beckons you closer.Â
Heâs gentler now as he pulls you towards him. Itâs not any better. His lips meld against yours as youâre positioned into his lap, bare chest pressed against yours. You can feel his thick cock bob between his muscular thighs. You expect him to flip you onto your back, but heâs more than content to keep you seated.Â
You wonder if itâs another one of his faux kindnesses. Like the way he allows only you to speak his given name. Like the way he talks so softly, despite the bloodlust thrumming just behind his throat. Like the way he currently looks up at you, giving the illusion that you have any control in this situation, before he grabs your hips and sinks his cock into your pussy.Â
Itâs almost embarrassing how ready you are. Your wet cunt greedily sucks him in as he bounces you on his cock. Sometimes, you can close your eyes and pretend it isnât Suguru fucking you into oblivion. Sometimes, heâs kind enough to allow that.Â
Not this time.Â
âI shouldâve killed you.â He repeats into your skin as his fingers reach down to your clit. He curls them in a way that makes you whine. You can feel his smile on your neck, fangs digging into your skin. Even to your frazzled brain, you could sense the hostility dripping from his teeth.
His pace is unrelenting, almost cruel, if you didnât know all too well that he could be worse. Instinctively, you reach out, digging nails into his shoulders. He barely acknowledges, leaning into you as he finds the right angle to go even further.Â
âThere were so many timesâŠIâI almost did it.â His words are less put together, less like heâs talking and more like heâs spitting them out. âThe first night I fucked youââ His words end in a sharp hiss as your pussy squeezes him.Â
âI shouldâve done it, then. I knew I shouldâve killed you as soon as I was done ruining this cunt for anyone else.âÂ
Listening to his vile words, dread pools into your belly. You donât think youâve ever fought him before. The earlier versions of you knew better.Â
You push away at his chest. Heâs quick to intervene, hand grabbing your chin so he can keep you in place as he digs his cock into your sobbing cunt.Â
âStop.â You plead to deaf ears. âStop it. SuguruââÂ
âI thought about killing you in your sleep.â He continues. His hand slaps your clit, and your back arches. He gives a dry laugh. âI wâwanted it to be kind. Even then, I knew I was too attached.âÂ
Youâre shaking your head even when you donât understand why. His lips crash into yours all over again, barely pulling back before he can speak more horrible things.Â
âWhen I heard you left, I thought about it.â His voice is nothing more than a sneer and you hate how you feel something coil in your bellyâthe beginnings of you tipping over the edge. âThen I thought about breaking your legs. Tying you to the bed. I thought about never letting you see anyone other than me again. Death was too lenient a punishment because IââÂ
He snaps his jaw shut like he canât even bear saying it. The question remained in the air. Why arenât you dead? Why arenât you dead? Why arenât you dead?Â
He only realized the answer today.Â
Youâre only moments away from breaking apart completely when he forces you to look into his wide and desperate eyes.Â
His words take on a different tone then. Almost sobering.Â
âYouâre the only one whoâll ever see me like this.â He hisses, but itâs watered down by the weight of his oncoming orgasm.Â
âBe more grateful.âÂ
Your eyes roll back as you cum on his cock. Your orgasm washes over you like a wave, fizzling all the way to the tips of your toes as your pussy spasms over his dick, pulsing around him. He doesnât fare much better, sinking his cock deep inside your walls as he cums. Your abused hole fills to the brim of his climax as he thrusts weakly into your womb, milking every last drop.Â
The high fades eventually and you collapse on top of him. Suguru is quick to accommodate, adjusting you so your head rests on his chest. The only sounds left are your ragged breaths and his satisfied hums as he holds you. You can barely keep your eyes open, nearly falling asleep on his warm skin as his softened cock slips out of your battered pussy.Â
A short while later, heâs tilting backward, softly dropping you on the pillows. You blearily watch as he surveys your exhausted figure. He props his head with his hand.Â
âHowâs that for make-up sex?â That same soft lilt is back in his voice. So is that smile. Itâs barely a relief.Â
He doesnât wait for a response. Instead, Suguru leans over the bed, plucking something from the pile of clothes. He takes your hand in his, briefly obscuring your fingers with his own.Â
âI thought about waiting for the right moment.â His tone seeps into something more sheepish. âBut I donât think I can wait anymore.âÂ
You can only stare at the ring he slipped onto your finger. It oddly suits him more than it would ever suit you. Itâs simple, yet the craftsmanship shines against your skin. A large diamond sits in the center, leering at you.Â
You tilt your fingers toward the light, watching the ring glisten.Â
You feel him sink into your side. An arm wraps around your waist.Â
âYouâre right, the girls arenât my blood.â He says it so casually, but his nonchalant acknowledgement of the truth makes your blood curdle.Â
Thereâs a kiss at the edge of your shoulder. You feel him smile with teeth.Â
âAll the more reason to make things official.âÂ
the jjk men show you their true yandere colours after the first date
tws: yandere ; obsessive love ; possessive love ; delusion ; stalking
a/n: tysm for the prompt anon! a bit of a hard one ngl cause in my mind none of them would show their yandere tendencies after the first date in case they scare you off
Sukuna liked to thing of himself as slightly progressive, everybody could do whatever they wanted as long as it didn't intervene with what he wanted to do. So why was he so upset at the prospect, the thought of you exercising that same liberty he wasn't against?
Because he saw you as property, and again, Sukuna wasn't too proud of that fact.
Under him, fucking you on a mating press that had your kneecaps hitting your tits, using your legs as earrings. Sukuna looked at you in the eye, and the guilt of what he was doing, of what he was about to do, hit him like a train.
"Can I tell you something?" He said, pace never faltering, the head of his cock hitting your cervix repeatedly, using it as a punching bag. The squelching sound of your overstuffed cunt was obscene, obscene and hypnotizing. You nodded, clinging to the last strands of sanity you had in that moment. "I poked a hole in the condom."
"What?" You had sobered up from your cockdrunkenness almost immediately, the pleasure, while not entirely, replaced with a deep feeling of unsettledness. Your eyes widened, and Sukuna pressed harder against you. Fucking you faster, rougher. And then, the realization hit you hard as well. You cannot fight this man, you cannot compete with his strenght or with the fact that he seems determined to fulfill the purpose his confession had left lingering in the air.
"I'm not stopping." He said, far too calm for you to like. You tried to squirm, but his cock pressing right against your g-spot rendered you useless once more, drunk with that hot, blinding pleasure and rigid with fear. And in turn, your cunt tightened around his shaft. Sukuna groaned, gritting his teeth at the sensation of your velvety walls clamping around him like a vice. He had to stop for a split second, stop and consider, ponder what he was about to do.
And then he pulled out. Slow, gentle. As if understanding what he was about to do. The fear, the panic stopped boiling in your brain, and you felt the calmness of rationality taking over Sukuna's brain take over your own. Taking the useless condom off, throwing it away.
But then he lined up against your entrance, and welcomed himself right inside your pussy with a rough thrust.
"I'll be a good husband," He was proposing, he was proposing while he violated you and your trust. And you couldn't stop moaning his name, clawing at his back as he made love to you sweet and tender. "I'll be so good to you. I'll be gentle, as gentle as I can be. You won't ever hurt or need," You tried and plead for him to stop, silenced by another thrust that made a new wave of moans and whimpers of his name fill the room. He could feel the familiar pressure building up, his balls tightening with the promise of inminent orgasm. And he smiled as he rubbed your clit, intending to rip away a wave of pleasure from you too. "All that I ask is that you give me a little boy that has your eyes, yes?"
He doesn't care for your answer. He's already filling you up when he asks the question.