Hi, I wanted to write as soon as I saw your requests were open, I love your writing style. If it's okey to you, this is my request:
Elias and fem reader are lovers, and they're fighting because of something Elias did, like lying. Reader wants to break up, but Elias convinces her to stay with make up sex.
Elias x Reader
Lying and make up sex
Minors do not interact
“Please Dear Heart…”
“Don’t!” You slap Elias’s hand away. “Don’t dear heart, love or darlin me.” You hiss angrily as you stomp into the cathedral.
You try to slam the door in his face but he manages to catch it before it can close. You give a frustrated huff and stomp up the stairs to your room without looking back.
“Let’s not part while still angry…” Elias says, his voice a soothing plea.
“I don’t know if I can do this anymore Elias.” You choke out.
Elias froze. “Do what?”
“Us!” You point back and forth from him to you. “How am I supposed to trust you? All the lying, all the half truths, all the omissions! There’s so much you’re not telling me!”
“I know I can be secretive love…”
You snort derisively at the understatement.
“But please believe that I’m always putting you first.”
“After Darkwick.” You say testily. You know this stupid school was the reason for all the lies, all the secrets.
Elias looks like you’d slapped him. “No.” He said firmly. “I put protecting you before supporting them.”
“It doesn’t feel that way.” You sniffle, tears starting to run down your cheeks. “I’m serious, I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
Elias takes your hands kissing your knuckles. “And I’m serious when I say you’re my whole world, please dear heart, don’t say that.”
“Elias I…”
He cuts you off with a kiss, his tongue tastes like candy, sweet and familiar.
“Please…let’s not say anything rash.” He releases your lips, leaning his forehead against yours.
It’s so familiar, so comfortable, so pleasant, can you really give him up?
Elias gently leads you to the bed, sits down on the edge and pulls you into his lap. “Let’s try to relax, not react out of anger.” He starts massaging your shoulders, his hands have long ago mapped out all the best spots to touch you and you can feel your bodies tenseness melting at his touch.
You try desperately to hold on to your fury. “You can’t just…!”
Elias leans over your shoulder and runs his tongue along the side of your throat.
“Can’t just…”
His hands move from your shoulders to your chest, groping and massaging, god he’s so fucking good with his hands!
“Elias! Mmph!” His lips are on yours and your tongue is in his mouth and you’re so pissed off that he’s successfully redirecting your attention, but god you don’t want to lose this.
Against your better judgement you let Elias lay you down on the bed.
“You’re such a bastard.” You sniffle, fighting back tears as he hovers over you.
“I know, I’m sorry.” He whispers, he kisses your cheek, your neck, your shoulder. “Let me make it up to you.” Elias slowly, carefully undresses you, showering you with kisses, I love yous and I’m sorrys as he goes.
He’s so soft, so tender, so loving. Despite your sobs you spread your legs for him and he enters you with slow, gentle thrusts.
You’d told yourself over and over this is the last time you’d let him lie to you. There have been so many last times. He loves you. You love him. How can you let that go? You knew what you were getting into with Elias. Is it fair to ask him to change now?
“My sweet Darlin.” Elias kisses the tears running down your cheeks. “Please don’t cry. I hate that I made you cry. Let me make you feel better.”
Your love making is slow and rhythmic, you wrap your arms and your legs around him, clinging to him, pulling him closer to you.
“Don’t leave me love.” He whispers as he moves inside you.
Pleasure blooms through your core, you moan his name through your tears. “Elias.”
“Yes dear heart?” He keeps rocking into you, pressing deeper, sliding along your walls.
“Please.” You whimper.
“Anything you want, love, anything for you.”
Anything except telling you the truth you think bitterly.
The building pleasure is slow and methodical as Elias presses kisses against your chest and neck.
Your orgasm is a soft gentle thrum through your body as you cling to Elias with breathy gasps as you shake.
“There there love, good job, good, you’re so good.” Elias murmurs praises in your ear, holding you close, skin to skin as you come down from your high.
Your anger and resentment have drained from you, you let yourself float in your contented haze of pleasure as Elias whispers sweet nothings in your ear.
a/n: hi hi, sweets! 🫶🏻 this was actually one of the very first smut fics I wrote for this blog, lmao. my ovulation brain decided it was a good idea, so I just went with it 😋 also, I can't help but picture Leo barging in ... ✨️ or maybe hearing everything and secretly filming it? 👀 oh, the possibilities, the possibilities 🤭 | reblogs & comments are always appreciated! xx
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A thin line of drool drips from the edge of your mouth onto the counter of Sho’s food truck. But it isn’t because of his delicious chicken over rice or some other tasty meal the white-haired man regularly prepares …
“Sh-sho! Hnngh …!”
He has you bent over the counter, skirt pooling obscenely at your waist. Your leg hooked meanly over the marbled surface, he pounds into you so deeply the air gets knocked out of your chest. Lewd noises echo through the room. If you weren’t so wrecked already, you would be concerned anyone could hear.
Guttural moans escape Sho’s throat. “Shit, if I’d known you’d let me do this, I’d have fucked you earlier. Dreamt of this pussy from the first moment I saw you, pretty girl.”
You whine, face burning, clinging desperately onto the counter like a lifeline. If Sho weren’t holding you, you would slip to the ground completely boneless.
You never thought he could be like this. Yes, he was in Vagastrom, but from the first day you visited Highway To Home, he was always polite. Friendly even. Offered you free meals, smiles and winks. So you didn’t think any of it and started frequenting his food truck more often until it became a daily routine. You thought you two were friends. Nothing more, nothing less. Until the day he promised to show you how to cook Massaman curry after classes. While stirring the sauce, clumsy as you were, you got your skirt dirty, which led to Sho helping you clean it with a cloth. A little accident. A few seconds until the problem would have been solved, and you would continue cooking like nothing happened. Except—something did happen.
Practically kneeling before you and wiping the cloth over your skirt, Sho suddenly paused. Mid-motion, he became aware of your long legs, the way the hem of your skirt highlighted your thighs. The faint, sweet scent of your perfume enveloped him, his pulse quickening. An all-too-familiar warmth spread through his groin, the bulge straining against his pants. Shit.
He looked up at you, a glint in those deep blue eyes that made you gulp and let heat pool between your legs. “Huh? What’s up?” Your voice trembled as the shift of mood in the cramped space sank in. He was so close.
Sho straightened up, clearing his throat. A faint blush crept on his cheeks, his gaze darting away. “I know I sound fucking stupid right now, but …” He hesitated and scratched the back of his head, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. You couldn’t remember seeing the usual teasing man so insecure before.
The second he looked at you again, your breath hitched. A sliver of desire lingered in his eyes, causing them to darken. Another beat. “I need to … I need you.”
“What?” Before your brain had been able to catch up, he already pressed his lips on yours, hurried and demanding. His hands flew to your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your heart skipped a beat, mind spinning at his obvious need, your senses dulled by his scent—an alluring mix of fresh soap and tangy spices.
When he parted your lips with his tongue, a small sigh escaped you. You cradled his face and opened your mouth for him, hot tongues dancing with each other.
“‘m sorry …” He panted between kisses, chest heaving. “I should have … asked you beforehand.”
“N-no, it’s alright … I want it.” With a racing heart and flushed cheeks, your hands raked over his chest and pulled off his apron.
It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about him like that—in secret, fleeting half-asleep thoughts at night. Of course you had. Sho was handsome, probably even more than he realized.
“Yeah?” He pulled back slightly, studying your face like even in this heated moment, he wanted to make sure he didn’t misunderstand you. When you nodded, his beautiful face split into a cocky grin. “Fuck. Must be my lucky day, huh?” In one swift move, he brushed the kitchen utensils to the side and flipped you around, his hard length pressing into your ass.
And that’s how you got here now, eyes watering, shameful moans escaping you, while the oh-so-friendly cook stuffs you like he’s afraid he won’t get a second chance.
“Shiiit … ‘m not gonna last long, babe.” He spreads your ass cheeks embarrassingly wide, watching his fat cock plunge effortlessly into your tight hole. “Didn’t expect you to be so—haaah—fucking wet. Feels even better than I imagined.”
You can only whimper in response, the knot in your stomach tightening. He grips your waist harder now, pistoning into you, drawing out whine after whine. You rock your hips back against him, eyelids fluttering every time his heavy balls slap against your clit.
“Want me to—mhmmm—fill you up, pretty girl?” Sho’s broken grunts sound like sandpaper over wood, setting your body alight.
“Yes, please!”
He chuckles and groans at the same time. “God … gonna fill you up so good, babe.”
And then, with one last deliberate thrust, his cock twitches inside you, coating your needy cunt in hot stripes.
Your eyes roll back in your head when you finally clench around him, gripping him like a vice. “Hnngh … ah …! Sho …” You cum so hard your vision blurs, tongue lolling out without thinking.
Sho hisses, overstimulated by you squeezing him after he’d already found release. But he doesn’t pull out, determined to feel you, to prolong the blissful satisfaction. You’re both panting and sweating, hearts racing in unison.
After you calm down, he kisses your neck and slips out, dragging along your sensitive walls and eliciting a small cry from you. With a heavy gulp, you try to steady yourself on your feet. While you straighten your crumpled skirt, Sho pulls up his pants and adjusts his headband.
Red-faced, you both take in the mess you left behind: your drool and slick on the counter, kitchen utensils littered across the floor, the burnt sauce in the pot. Looks like you have more than just your skirt to clean now ...
A/N: I needed this Mio worm out of my head, so I wrote this, and I hope it ages well @_@ His affinity voicelines are so damn cute… I need more of him, and I can’t wait for the next episode >///<
Tags: 2800+ words, oneshot, gender neutral, fluff, Shion being Shion, Jo has they/them pronouns 💕
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It felt like you couldn’t escape the new movie that everyone was talking about. Analysis videos, rants, opinions on the acting, and that it’s a must see movie. It wouldn’t be such a bad idea to watch it with Mio, you were curious about it, and Mio has been too busy to hang out with you lately. You didn’t want to seem too needy at the start of a relationship, but he wasn’t spending time with you enough.
Tomorrow is supposed to be a less busy day for him, so you’ll surprise him with something to watch. Since it was a horror movie, you had an excuse to get close to him and cuddle up. It’ll be a step up from his stiff handholding.
You waltz over to Dionysia with a bag slung over your shoulder, and a fresh DVD packed inside. You poke your head into the room where a general admissions student said he’d be, and see half of Mio’s body stick out from underneath a heavy machine. A couple students crowded around him, passing tools to him for what you presume to be an underside repair. You felt yourself sweat just watching him, and looked around until you spotted a seat to wait on. He most likely wasn’t going to talk to you while he’s working.
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You could feel your eyes begin to weigh down, your sign that you should check the time. You didn’t expect to be waiting here for… 40 minutes?! Your head shoots up to look at Mio, and he’s still doing his job. You feel a little frustrated at the fact that it was taking this long, but you did come unannounced, so you suppose you don’t have any room to complain.
You get up from the chair and lift your arms above your head to stretch your stiff body. You hesitantly walk closer, finding an opportunity to ask someone how long Mio was going to take. You spot someone apart of Mio’s crew that runs to grab a tool, and you stop him on his way back.
“Hey, sorry, do you know when Mio will be finished?” You ask, he looks at you, as if trying to piece who you were.
“Oh yeah, you’re Mio’s!” He smiles at you brightly, “he’ll be done in like 20 minutes,” he nods his head, and you give him a quick ‘thank you!’ Before walking away. Instead of waiting around, you step outside for fresh air.
You take a tour around Dionysia’s grounds, peeking at people practicing routines. You frequent Dionysia, but the talents that everyone has amazes you. Everyone has passion for their work, it’s a different environment than what you usually see around Darkwick.
You’re lost in your thoughts, when suddenly, you hear a rip and cool air wafting against your skin. An object flies past you, you quickly look down and check your torso, relieved to see just a cut in your clothes. You look in the direction of where the flying object went, and you see a card stuck in the side of a fence.
Then without warning, you’re spun around harshly by your shoulder, with Shion towering over you.
“You came to visit and you didn’t want to see me? A bit rude, huh?”
His cold, lightless eyes bear into you, and his monotone voice sends shivers through your body. He lifts up his arm to grab you, when a hand grabs it midair. Shion gets gently pulled backwards by a nervous looking Jo.
“Okay, I think you need to cool down for a bit,” they say with a calm voice, trying to disarm Shion with their kind tone.
They let go of Shion, and carefully grabs your shoulders to walk you in the other direction.
“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of your clothes, darling!” Jo says with a cheery, reassuring voice. You look back, and Shion hasn’t moved an inch, only turning his head to watch you being pushed away. You quickly look forwards, sighing in relief that Jo was there to save you.
“It looks like he put a big hole into your shirt, it could be worse, but I’ll fix it.” Jo shuts the door behind you, taking you into a room filled with racks of costumes.
“So what are you doing here? You don’t come around unless you have business here, or you’re with Mio,” they turn his back towards you and searches the racks. You decide to leave the clothing situation to Jo, and sit down in an unused chair in the corner.
“Actually, I was waiting for Mio to finish a job,” you rest your head on your hand, gazing at the colourful fabric that surrounds you, “he’s taking longer than usual, it doesn’t take much work for him to fix something,”
Jo moves quickly to open a box under the mirrors, and searches through various spools of string.
“Actually, one of the main generators broke down out of nowhere last night. It’s taking longer than usual because… hm…” they pause while looking up at the ceiling, “I don’t exactly remember what he said, but I know a complex piece broke, and it takes a lot of concentration to repair it. But, if anyone can do it, he can,” Jo stands up, moving to kneel in front of you, and grabs the fabric of your uniform.
“I’ll have this done in no time, then I’ll let you free,” they smile and swiftly start working. With Jo concentrating, you couldn’t help but think about Mio. He works himself too hard, his talents are always needed since he builds most mechanisms around campus, but it’s not hard to tell how tired he gets. Sometimes it feels like he gets uncomfortable if he doesn’t move, relaxing moments come few and far between with him. He’s had more work to do since you two started dating, you missed laughing and talking with him in the middle of the night, it’s a bit lonely when other people besides yourself demand his time.
You hear the door creak open, you and Jo look towards it, Mio wobbles in and glows when he sees your face,
“Oh, hey MC, I thought I heard some guys talk about you sitting in the corner earlier,” he stands beside you, and looks down at your stitched clothes.
“What happened? Get cut?” He grabs the fabric to inspect it when Jo takes their hands off of it.
You playfully stick your tongue out at Mio, “Don’t worry, it was just Shion. He only snagged my clothes, Jo helped me sew it back together,” at your explanation, he pinches the bridge of his nose.
“This is what I get when I keep him out of my sight, huh?” The hand on his face travels upwards to move extra hair out of his face. The darkness under his eyes is more apparent at this angle.
Jo nervously giggles, and straightens their legs to stand, offering a hand to you. You take it and get pulled up, you look down at your uniform, trying to spot the cut.
“That should be good enough, it was an easy fix, the staff would most likely have you spend money for a new jacket. So I tried to hide it as best I could,” they scan your jacket, proud of their handiwork.
“Anyways, I’ll leave you two alone, thanks for the work Mio! I’ll properly compensate you later, and thanks for coming by MC!” They gleefully walk out and shut the door behind them.
Mio sighs, “I have to look for Shion, he can’t do things like that,” he moves towards the door, but you grab his crusted overalls and pull on him. He stops in his tracks and looks at you with an awaiting expression
“Before you do that, I want to show you something!” You release him to dig in your bag, pulling out the DVD and shoving it in front of his face. His eyes scan the cover, looking at the details on it to piece what it is you’re showing him.
“It’s a new horror movie! I really wanted to watch it with you, everyones been talking about it,” you beam. He takes the movie from your hands and looks at the back to read the summary. He proceeds to check his phone, and slips the movie back into your bag.
“Sounds cool, I’ll come over after I do some work?” He inquires, he looks for any sort of confirmation, but your smile quickly drops into a small frown.
He smiles apologetically, “It won’t take long, I promise. It has to be done today, but I’ll come right after I’m done,” he holds the back of his neck. You sigh, and lean in closer to plant a kiss on his cheek.
You smile gently, “I’ll hold you to that promise,” and walk out the room. He looks at the closed door with dusted pink cheeks, and brings his hand to where you lips touched.
You changed into your comfortable clothes and set up an old DVD player that was hidden in the corner. You were lucky enough to find a TV that was packed away in your dorm, and a DVD player was the only way you could watch anything fun. It took a couple tries to hook it up, but as long as you don’t touch anything, you’ll be able to watch the movie with no difficulties.
You physically perk up when you hear a knock at the door, and you stumble to the door to open it. Mio was on the other side of the door, with his work clothes still on. You eye him up and down slowly, with squinted eyes,
“Mio… why are you still in those…” your face turns into a scowl. He pulls a set of clothes from behind his back.
“I had no time to change at my dorm, so I ran all the way here with them,” he quickly walks through your room, and into the bathroom. He yells, “I’ll be right out!” And shuts the door. You sit on your bed, hoping to every God that he will let himself relax this time.
You scroll around on your phone until you hear Mio come out of the bathroom, you lean forward to look at him and your heart flutters at the sight of him. You’ve never thought about it, but this is the first time you’re hanging out with Mio so intimately. Seeing him wear something as basic as a T-shirt and sweatpants with his hair in a half-up bun shouldn’t make your stomach flutter, but he looks cute enough to tackle him to the ground. He notices your staring and stops in his tracks.
“Is there something on me?” His voice rings through your head, and you snap out of your trance. You quickly look towards the tv and press buttons on the remote to make it look like you’re doing something.
“No! I’m just waiting for you,” you quickly spit out, embarrassed that he caught you staring. He sits beside you with a foot of distance between you, looking towards the tv with red cheeks.
“Anyways, what am I getting into? I kinda read the summary, but it didn’t tell me much about the it,” you hum to yourself, thinking of how to sum up the movie. You never actually read what it was about, you saw a bunch of clips and thought it looked good enough.
“I’m not… too sure… honestly, I’m going into this blind with you. All I know is that a class of kids run away in the middle of the night, and creepy shit happens afterwards,” Mio quietly chuckles, and you lean aside to grab a bag sitting on your bedside.
“Want any snacks? I got your favourite,” you tease, waving the bag in front of his face. He puts up his hand and smiles.
“Nah, not right now, I’ll have some after,” he thanks, you put down the bag on your bedside, and open up your own snack. You grab the remote and get ready to watch the movie.
“Ready?” You question, he nods his head and you lean back when you press ‘play’.
As much as you try to get close to Mio, he doesn’t budge. You’re paying half-attention to the movie, and trying to Cuddle with him. When you try to get close, or he accidentally makes contact with his arm, he mumbles a “sorry” and keeps to his own space. You were worried that Mio wasn’t ready for that yet, so you tried your best to stay in your own space too. You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t a little hurt, but if he’s uncomfortable then you didn’t want to push for anything.
You turn your head towards Mio and say apologetically, “sorry for moving so much, the movie’s a bit scary,” He stops paying attention to the movie, looks at you, and turns his head sideways.
Confused, he says, “Don’t be sorry for that,” he turns his head away, and his arm lifts to grab at the back of his neck. His face turns sour, like he has something caught in this throat, “I would y’know… comfort you… but I think I’d fall asleep, I wanna be awake when I’m with you.” He hides his face, and you look at him with your face slowly heating up.
“That’s okay, I know you’ve had a long day. I just want to be with you,” you force out. He faces towards you more, and scooches closer, to the point of touching shoulders,
“Hm, I’ll try not to doze off, don’t blame me if I do though,” he lifts up his arm, and slowly puts it around you, pulling you closer to him. You rest your head on his shoulder, and melt into his side. You can feel his body stiffen, and you say something to try and ease his tension.
“Mmm, you’re comfortable,” you sigh. He slowly loosens up and leans back into the pillows behind him, but you can tell that he’s careful about where he’s putting the hand that’s around you. You grab the remote and go back a few minutes, because neither of you were paying attention.
He relaxes into you after a while, more comfortable about grabbing your shoulder, or grabbing your head and pulling you into him when there’s a sudden scare. He isn’t too phased by the horror, the only time you could tell he was affected was when a shock went through his body during a jump scare.
Mio stops moving and commenting on the movie after a while, you were about to lift your head to see him, until you felt the weight of his head resting on you. You only recognized that he was sleeping when tiny snores came from him.
You smiled at his cute snores, but now you questioned whether or not to shut off the movie. You didn’t want to watch it without him, but you didn’t want to wake him up after working all day long. You pause the movie and close your eyes, you decided you weren’t going to make him move.
You felt shaking, and heard a soft “MC” in the back of your mind. The voice gets louder, and you jolt awake at the sudden realization that someone was trying to wake you.
“We fell asleep,” Mio whispers, you rub your eyes to get a good look at him.
“Hmm.. more like you fell asleep,” you teased, smiling at the sleep lines on his face. Sunlight floods into your room, you laugh at the thought of sleeping through the whole night with him.
“Crap, it’s so late, I have to do stuff at Dionysia before class starts. I’ll see you later, kay?” He grabs his stuff in quick succession, and moves towards the door. You move quickly and grab him before he gets too far away from the bed, wincing at your stiff muscles from sleeping in a sitting position.
“Wait, did you get enough sleep?” You question, he stops moving and turns towards you with a small smile on his face.
“Yeah, thanks for everything, you’re the best,” you smile in turn, and pull him down so you can kiss him on the cheek.
“Okay, I’ll see you later,” you let him go, and he puts his hand in front of his face to hide the redness. He waves before going out the door, and when he shuts it, you flop flat on your bed. You grab the nearest pillow and yell into it, the sleepiness washes away from you, and your body heats up and heart races when you realize that Mio slept the whole night with you in his arms. His cuteness was going to give you a heart attack.
Mio returns to Dionysia, Jo and Elias look at Mio while he rushes to get back to his dorm. While he passes, Jo and Elias look at his sleep clothes, realizing that he didn’t get back home last night. Jo whispers to Elias about the fact that he saw Mio with you last, and both of them snicker at the possibility that he stayed overnight at your dorm.
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Since he recently established he’s a wine guy (so classy!) lets say it happens during s2e5 <3 (no spoilers tho, just the setting if you’re familiar with it)
You start drinking at night in the dining room when you and he get a little more handsy, the looks a lingering a little longer
It started with a sloppy make out at the table, you eventually moving to his lap since the high backed wooden chairs were cumbersome and couldn’t be pushed close enough together
Once you were grinding on him and someone was trying to get to the kitchen, trying unsuccessfully to ignore the two of you, you take it to the bedroom
You’re on your bed, his hands roaming under your dress and kissing everywhere he sees
There’s a lot of giggling and despite it being your first time, it’s not awkward
You’re giddy and excited to be with him. Even if he’s not the most trustworthy outside of the bedroom, you firmly believe he will be able to thrill you
He’s good with his hands, having you so turned on before he touches anywhere near your panties just from grazes and massages, light spanks with your leg over his hip
He’s happy to let you take control too, so when you push him on his back, he lets you have your way
He laughs at the little nips you give his chest, not too painful but enough to tease
You and he clumsily 69, having fun with each other and not trying to hard to rush to the ending
When he is ready, he takes control again by slipping out from under you and mounting you from behind
Lots of kissing to your neck and shoulders, you twist to make out with him while he’s still going at it
Didn’t forget to put a pillow under your hips so he brings you to climax easily
The wine made him last even longer so you’re having quite a bit of fun throughout the night
Would it be a okay for you Rui with📱? He can't satisfy your longing for touch, but he'll always have his voice sooo
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It's occurred to me these are playing out like little note scenarios but it is fun to write this way sometimes, and little tidbits and habits about them do come up organically this way n_n
Tysm for the request 🍒 anon! Always a pleasure to have you around~
Phone sex headcanon with Rui
Poor man has limited options so this is one he utilizes often
Loves FaceTime sex too, but sometimes when it’s late and lights are already out and you’re texting naughty things, he will call you just to hear you say all the sweet and dirty things to him
“Hey cutie, you’re not misbehaving right now, are you?” He already knows you’re touching yourself, and he is too. You’ve been talking about it for a while. The first messages came in when he was at the end of his shift in the bar. He had to shoo everyone out and left Lyca to clean so he could confine himself to his room and touch himself to you <3
“What if I am? Would you punish me?” Your hand is between your legs, slowly rubbing into your skin, letting him drive the pace
“You’d like it too much if I pinned you down and spanked you, wouldn’t you?” He would love nothing more than to do that. It wasn’t outside the realm of possibility. He could have you naked in his bed. He just couldn’t join you that way. But he could stay clothed and play with you a little, and he planned to someday after you had discussed safety measures
“How badly do you want to find out?”
Rui melted to the sound of your sultry, teasing voice. He could almost feel your breath warming his neck and ear. That heat pooled low in his belly, close to where his lotioned hand was stroking his cock
And he could dish it just as well. He always knew what to say to make your heart flutter and your blood heat, and he wasn’t shy about whining and moaning when desire made him especially pathetic for you
“God, I wish you were here with me.” He didn’t want to admit that he had a body pillow that he sprayed your perfume on
He imagined fucking you on it so your smell and juices would be on it, to help him through his other lonely nights
“Me too. You deserve to be spoiled, especially after such a long day.”
“How would you spoil me,” he asked.
“I’d pin your hands down so you didn’t have to do a thing. Maybe give you a lap dance.”
“A lap dance from you would be heaven.” Rui’s laugh escaped pained from longing. It was another thing he could do, if there was enough to separate you. But to have you dancing and grinding on him, completely naked, even with him fully clothed. He would definitely cum in his pants
“What’s the first thing you’d do to me if your curse was broken?”
“I’d love it if you sucked my cock. I’d happily return the favor. That’s not all we’d do either.”
“Oh?”
His promises and fantasies would devolve to whispers the closer he got. His dirty talk wasn’t as filthy as it was romantic and pining. He’ll cum saying your name and send you kisses through the phone. He wouldn’t hang up until morning because listening to you sleep kept the loneliness at bay and would help him drift off with one arm slung over the body pillow, as if you were there beside him like you should be
Haku and fem reader would sex in the sea be okay for you? If not, sex on the beach would be fine.
I think I need a vacation or I'll go crazy. This is starting to get weird. I hope we can all go.
Reader x Haku
Ocean sex
Minors do not interact
Haku is so fixated on watching the way your tits bounce in your swimsuit when you bump the volley ball that he completely misses his swing to hit it back.
“Our point!” Lyca calls excitedly, giving you a high five.
“Guess that means you won.” Subaru smiles encouragingly as he picks up the ball. “Sorry I wasn’t more help Haku.”
“What are you apologizing for? I’m the one who missed.” Haku chuckles, but he is only half listening, watching you out of the corner of his eye as you and Lyca jump up and down in excitement.
“But you’re also the one who scored all our points.” Subaru says, chagrined.
“How about we go for a swim next,” Haku looks at you and raises an eyebrow. “Princess?”
“Yes let’s!” You say excitedly.
Lyca frowns. “I can’t swim though.”
“We can teach you. You don’t have to go out very deep.” Subaru says.
“Cmon!” You grab Lyca’s hand and the two of you run for the shore.
Haku knows there’s nothing between you and Lyca, the way you touch each other so casually is innocent, almost child-like. But it still rankles, seeing you be so touchy with another man.
Without thinking he leans forward grabbing your other hand pulling you to a stop, caught between Lyca’s hand and his. You both look at him quizzically.
“Sunscreen.” He quickly excuses himself. “You should put more sunscreen on first.”
“Oh good point.” You release both of their hands and trot over to the umbrella where the towels were laid out.
Haku starts applying sunscreen while subtly watching you apply yours to your arms and legs.
“Let me get your back.” He offers.
“Oh sure, thanks.” You hand him the bottle.
Subaru shoots Haku a warning look, he just returns an innocent shrug.
Haku rubs your back and shoulders, reveling in the feel of your soft, sun warmed skin. He leans forward slightly to look over your shoulder, watching as you rub sunscreen over your stomach and chest. Your fingers, slathered in white sunscreen slide under the fabric of your swimsuit giving Haku the most impure thoughts about other white substances he’d like to rub into your skin...
Subaru clears his throat and Haku quickly stops staring over your shoulder, but still lets his hands roam over your back, fingers just tracing the band of your swimsuit bottoms wishing he could just slip his fingers underneath the fabric.
“All done.” Haku pulls his hands away before he can be tempted more.
“Thanks Haku! Race you Lyca!” You and the werewolf take off for the water.
Haku follows to the shore, dipping into the water. He watches as you and Subaru give Lyca pointers on how to float, how to doggy paddle.
You catch Haku watching and with a mischievous grin you cup your hands and splash water at him. Haku eagerly splashes back. You giggle and shriek as you both splash back and forth.
“Hey.” Haku nods towards a rocky outcropping. “There’s a neat little cove just on the other side there, wanna check it out? I’ll race you.”
“Oh sure! I wanna see!” So innocent, so eager.
Haku almost feels bad for luring you this way. But he can’t take it anymore, he needs to get you alone.
“I wanna go to!”
Haku feels annoyance bubble up as Lyca wades towards them.
“Lyca, come back! That’s too far, you don’t know how to swim properly yet!” Subaru calls after him.
Lyca pouts, you ruffle his hair. “Next time Lyca.”
“Fine.” He grumbles dejectedly.
“You can be our starter, say ready, set, go for us.” You offer.
“I can do that!”
You and Haku line up as Lyca raises his arm, “Ready, set,…go!”
You and Haku both dive forward gliding through the water, swimming for the outcrop. Haku could easily catch you, but he paces himself, following along behind, letting you get ahead.
You round the bend into the cove and slap your hands against the wall.
“First!” You shout jubilantly.
Haku grins at how excited you are. “You’re pretty comfortable in the ocean huh?”
“Yeah I love it.” You smile
“You should be careful, there are predators in the water.” Haku wades closer.
“Most stay away from people.” You scoff.
Haku presses his hand against the wall and leans over you.
“What if the predator is attracted to you?” He whispers pressing his thumb against your bottom lip.
He certainly feels like a predator, the way he’s been watching and following you all day, and now here you are cornered and at his mercy.
You blink up at him in surprise, he trails the backs of his fingers across your jawline, sliding his hand around to the nape of your neck where he tangles his fingers in your wet hair.
“You can say no Princess.” He whispers, leaning in until his lips are almost touching yours.
Your breath quickens, you lick your lips nervously, but you don’t say no.
Haku closes the last of the distance between your lips, the kiss is salty with seawater as Haku parts your lips with his tongue.
Haku tugs at the bow tied behind your neck, unraveling it, letting your swim top fall.
You breathe in sharply but then moan as Haku starts to knead your breasts. Your tits float just above the water line, Haku has been wanting these all day, watching the way they bounced and swayed. He leans forward taking one of your nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking one breast while squeezing and fondling the other.
“Haku!” You gasp as he rubs his rock hard cock against your bare thigh. It’s clear you can feel it through his trunks.
Haku switches to the other breast, have to make sure they get even attention. As he’s sucking your hands grip his hips, fingers dipping below the waistband of his trunks.
Your hands hidden under the water grip his cock and start to pump causing ripples and small splashes between you.
“Princess!” Haku grinds against your hand, fuck, this is going smoother than he’d ever imagined. Will you let him get away with more?
He slides his finger into your swimsuit bottom, gently stroking your folds. When you don’t stop him, he carefully inserts a finger.
You gasp, your grip on his cock tightening as you clench down on his digit.
“God damn Princess.” Haku mouths against your neck. The inside of your pussy is warm, even warmer in contrast with the cold ocean water.
He’s rock hard in your hands, and they feel so good, but he wants more.
“I’ll be good to you.” Haku whispers, kissing droplets of seawater off of your skin. “Please let me be good to you.”
“The others…” you start worriedly.
“Will be fine.” Haku reassures, drawing his fingers out, he puts your hands on his shoulders and hoists you up letting you wrap your legs around his waist. “Please. I am your eternally faithful servant Princess, please bless me.”
One hand still grips his shoulder, the other travels down his chest, you admire in awe as your fingers trace his pecs and abs. Then your hand dips under the water, pulling his cock up and over the waistband of his swim trunks.
Haku stands perfectly still, hands gripping your ass holding you up in the water. His breath quickens as you handle his cock. He’s so desperate for you, what he wouldn’t give to be inside you.
You pull your swim bottoms to the side, rubbing the head of his cock against your folds as you float in his arms.
“This is what you want right?” You look up at him with a hungry half lidded gaze.
“Please.” Haku whispers the word like a prayer.
You press the head of his cock in, Haku grips your hips and pulls you forward, spearing into you. Your thighs clench around his hips as you gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck.
The water ripples in wide rings around your bodies as Haku pushes and pulls your hips, sliding you up and down his cock.
Your lips crash together, your fingernails dig into his shoulders. Haku breaks the kiss to whisper. “Careful Princess, don’t leave marks you don’t want the others to see.”
You whimper, but loosen your grip, tangling your fingers in his hair instead.
“You’re perfect.” Haku whispers as he pulls your hips flush to his, pulls you back and slams you forward again. Your sweet warm friction on his cock is everything he wanted.
Haku hears Lyca’s voice in the distance, calling your name, the way you flinch you hear it too.
“Just focus on me.” Haku demands. “Stay with me.” He starts slamming you harder, the water churning around you.
“Haku!” You groan, clenching down on him, making his eyes roll back, so tight, you squeeze so tight.
Haku bends his head down burying his face in your tits, gripping your ass tighter, pressing in deeper.
“Haku!” You cry out.
He chuckles against your breasts. “Careful Princess, if we can hear him, he can hear you.”
You bite down on your lip, your breathing erratic, you’re clutching him, squeezing onto him, pressing against him, looking for as much contact as you can manage.
“Haku, Haku,” you throw your head back with a gasp, lips parted in a silent scream, you choke down your cries.
“Oh god!” The feel of you orgasming on his cock sets him off, coming hard, filling your pussy.
His legs have gone weak and shaky, but he refuses to put you down, keeping your body pulled flush to his.
Lyca is calling you again.
“Be right there!” You holler back.
You let your forehead drop against Haku’s shoulder.
“You gonna have the strength to swim back?” He chuckles.
“I might need a minute.” You laugh shakily as he lowers your feet to the sea floor.
Haku runs kisses along your shoulders as he pulls your top back up, tucking your breasts into the fabric before tying it back in place.
You look up at Haku earnestly. “Haku I like you.”
Haku’s heart thunders in his chest at your words. “After all that I’d hope you do.” He chuckles brushing his thumb along your cheek.
“No..I…yes. What I mean is… I’m…” you stumble and blush. “I’m hoping this isn’t a one time thing?”
Haku leans forward, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I am yours, your every wish is my command.”
I saw nsfw emoji prompt list, could I request 💌 for Haku? Sending each other nudes would be fun 🤭
Legit wanted to send him nudes since that affinity chat with the pajamas >.< fine zzg, I GET IT
💌 sending/receiving nudes headcanon with Haku
It would involve a lot of teasing. He’d think about it a lot because he’s dying to see your body
The shopping trips, the costumes, just hanging out, he’s got a pretty good idea from guessing but as good as his imagination is, it’s no substitute for the real thing
But that makes him very bribe-able, so you ask for one first
“Why should I?” But you do send him sexy pictures where you’re progressively stripping. The more he shows, the more you show. He has to offer what he wants to ask for.
So you get a Haku foot pic just to test the waters, and you give him one back
He’s very surprised but bolder
Sends you pictures of his legs in shorts, gets one back
Chest pic? Chest pic.
The semi-finale he’s very obviously naked but has his blanket draped over his crotch so you can see upper thigh and hip bones. Its actually only covering one hip and his goods, so you use your hand to cover between your legs and he gets to see everything else
He’s quiet for a bit. Suspiciously quiet
That is after he compliments your body, of course. He always has something positive to say about you
So peppered in with these nudes are a lot of sexting, naturally
Then you get a picture of his pov, cock still hard (but softening) and his abs splattered with cum
A lot of it
Tit for tat, you touch yourself to his pic and send him a shot between your legs and the puddle on the sheets
He has every pic saved and looks at them regularly
He’d have a whole gallery of you if you let him, and yours would be just as full thanks to your deal <3
Hii, im obsessed with or writing and sended others request, and reading your work it's fulfilling. Makes my day a lot better. Like the others request, only do if you feel comfortable, and write on your time. No pressure.
Can you do a scenario where we're in mission facing a book/board game anomaly where it traps us in a D'nD world, and the only scape is concluding the diferent levels and traps of the dungeon.
So know we get each ghoul to be featured in different classes. ( like Lucas would absolutely be a knight, but there diferent types, so choose wich category fits the best to you)
You can choose if you want to do like a inter house group, separated by house's. But to be honest I would live to see the group of the last episode(would love to see ristu saying that no one can get lost and Mido being like: (._.) )
Mc will be in one of the classes that can boost the others power (probably a type of healer or wizard)
Sorry for the yapping (≡・x・≡)
Today is DnD day for me so I saved this one especially to get in the zone! A fic of this would be super long so I hope it's okay to stick to headcanons. While I'd love to do one, it would take forever to get back and would likely require multiple chapters. I'd still be happy to put it on my to-do list but it falls outside the range of how much I'll write for a request ToT
The group I went with, as requested, will be the S2 WoL and a few more that I think would be fun for DnD class discussions!
My first note, class wise, is they're technically all cross-classing into warlock! Because they're ghouls! Sadly I don't know much about their patron demons (the ones that have mentioned their stigmas so we were able to deduce who their pacts are with) so I probably won't touch on that until I have time to do a little more research. But it's a thing! You know it, I know it!
Alan
He'd be a barbarian! Big ol strength, melee weapon, rage. The works.
His strength stat is basically as high as it can be. Poor baby accidentally specced too hard away from intelligence and luck and all those points went to his big boy muscles.
He is a gentle giant when it comes to the rest of the party, and because he can string attacks together, if his initiative roll is high, no one else will get to fight. Unless it's a pretty big mob because he can do swings that catch multiple enemies in melee range, but not a ranged aoe.
His constitution is naturally high (plus the warlock stats that give extra con and ac) so he's usually fairly well healed up during short rests.
And yes, he's got the directional debuff. How he goes camping on his own and finds his way back, I have no idea. He manages, eventually. But he should really only be let out alone on occasionally or that short rest will turn into a long rest that consists of finding him
It's to the point you and the rest of the party consider getting him a bell. Haru would suggest putting a tracking device on him.
It would get broken within hours.
Proficient in nature, survival and intimidation
He is very protective of the party and will move to aid the lower con and lower ac players
Elias
With his high charisma, stealth and knife skills, Elias would be a rogue. He's a supportive rogue, almost with bard-like charisma.
He has that seedy aura but he doesn’t really dress like a rogue - almost like he’s had a noble background and modest upbringing, so he has a few nice disguises that he invested in that are out of his usual price range and makes him look more well off than he is, but he’s not really hurting because he’s resourceful
He’s more interested in information than materials, so as long as he’s fed and theres interesting conversation, he’s happy
He’s the rumor monger, the side quest accepter, the one to send into the tavern if you’re looking for a lead, because he will sniff it out
No one knows his true intentions but his aura farming is usually suave and mysterious so most of his allies stop deeming him a threat. Most, but not all.
Proficiency in slight of hand and deception
Haku
Haku was cross-classing even before adding warlock to his repertoire. He has sword skills and flute skills, so I think he started as a fighter and then turned bard. While bards can use martial weapons just fine, the seriousness and training he underwent that we saw in S2e4? makes me think that's not so much bardic as it is what he was pushed into, when being a bard is his natural inclination
High charisma, high dex, his intelligence is nothing to snuff at
Has proficiency in religion because of his acolyte background, disadvantage to animal handling because too much bad juju has rubbed off on him from ghosting
Insight and investigation is pretty high too
Ritsu
Con and AC are off the charts and you wouldn’t see it coming because it’s part of his arcana
He’s a wizard because his abilities come from knowledge. He has a spell for every occasion and he doesn’t have the wizard debuff of being squishy. He has shield as a cantrip, too
Very high intelligence, head and shoulders above his other stats. Its his charisma that took the fall just because his intelligence is so high
BUT because of his intelligence he is still proficient in persuasion and intimidation so he doesn’t need charisma
Proficient in history, investigation and perception but for every level up he will choose another base stat point to gain knowledge or proficiency
Sho
Monk class! Because he’s another melee punchy guy but also has the uncanny gift to deflect and grapple! Fighting him is pretty broken as long as he has enough modifiers to get past high enemy acs
The camp cook, because of course he is. People entrust some of their gold to him to go into town and buy ingredients
Also a charmer but he is just naturally charismatic, doesn’t go out of his way to charm like a bard does
Highest stat is actually dexterity, proficiency in acrobatics and performance (despite not focusing on charisma) because he skates and played guitar (whatever those equivalents are in DnD)
He’s really more of an all rounder with slightly higher dex
Taiga
I feel like he’s warlock through and through. His background hints at having a rough life so while he could have started out as a rogue, he would try to get abilities like magic missile and hellish rebuke early on
There aren’t really guns in DnD unless you did some kind of artificer, which he might choose if he’s so inclined. He’s more of the party’s wildcard that gets everyone into unnecessary combat, intimidates or outright fights the quest giving npcs, basically trying to break the game (and the DM) at every turn, which makes him both really amusing and really annoying to other players, but some of them are always on board no matter what he does (Elias)
Proficient in insight and slight of hand, high intelligence and wis, and I’m pretty sure he knows how to cheat dice rolls to get the most nat 20s
MC!
GUIDANCE! She’ll provide guidance and inspiration to them to boost them, and probably be some kind of cleric or druid if we went the kyklos route
She’s the one being nice to the npcs and learning all about the side quests, so she’s a good one to send into the taverns with Elias and Haku while they chat people up
Bonus:
Haru
Ranger! Proficiency in animal handling and sleight of hand, has crazy high movement speed and high charisma
Painfully low constitution though, is often doing death saving throws
Towa
Druid! Proficient in nature and animal handling
Also one who breaks the game just because he’s overly inquisitive of seemingly insignificant things that are there for flavor but he essentially forces them to have greater meaning
He also has an overarching romance with MC in the game, treating it like he’s loving her in a whole other life (its very sweet!)
Synopis: You realize that you don’t have a lot of time left, and while you don’t have enough time to have a deep romantic relationship, you would still like to experience physical intimacy. After some reflection, you decide who you want to share it with. 13.7k words
THIS ONE IS GOING INTO DARK PLACES! ALMOST DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT DARK! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
Really though- it might not be the most extreme stuff out there by a long mile, but I don't want to upset anyone by not stressing that it will be dark. I will try to mention any and all possible triggers in the contents, and I apologize deeply if I miss anything.
Contents: afab anatomy/fem reader, PIV, oral, fingering, dubcon, heavy noncon, degradation, spanking, hair pulling, corruption kink, choking, captive reader, misuse of stigma, sadistic Tohma, whump maybe? posessive-ish Tohma, mirror sex, sex in multiple places
Side note: in the very beginning, a mention that Tohma always acted more like an older family member or teacher, not a classmate. There are no further allusions to family-esque relationships in the story, if that is a point of concern.
Smut below the cut, minor do not interact!
You returned to Clementia, exhausted, after another long series of rotten days. Getting yelled at, being belittled, running thankless errands, trying to keep up in classes that you keep missing because you’re going on missions that don’t get you any closer to finding a way to break your curse- it was just too much. You groan as you enter the strange sanctuary that is the defunct dorm you live in, kicking your shoes off haphazardly and nearly tripping over them. You trudged up the stairs to your room and lazily threw your bag on the floor and dropped onto your bed. You need a bath. A nice long, hot bath to wash the awful week you’ve been having away.
A trail of discarded clothes followed you to the bathroom, where you were drawing a brain-meltingly hot bath and adding your favorite bubbles and oils. The inviting scent of tea and lavender already began to soothe your nerves. You slipped into the almost-too-hot water and tried to clear your mind. While the problems did start to fade a little, other concerns worked their way in. Your friends outside Darkwick- how are they? Do they even remember you, or did they get Mesmer matched? Will you even remember anything about them after you turn? You’ve never even really dated before coming to Darkwick. It just never seemed important, but now it’s another item in your long list of regrets. As you let that last item linger, you found yourself wondering what another person would feel like as your hands wandered your body, with one settling on your breast and the other finding its way between your legs.
How different would it feel to have someone else touching your breasts? You shivered as you squeezed your nipple and massaged your breast. You began tracing circles on your clit, imagining all the ways that it might be different to have another person touching you, and the way that they would feel against you. How would their body feel? You slipped your fingers into your fluttering cunt, gasping at the feeling of being filled. You fucked yourself with increasingly frenzied energy, using the heel of your palm to rub your clit as you pumped your fingers in and out. Your mind then started picturing the ghouls- who would you even feel comfortable doing anything like this with? The coil that had been winding in your pussy snapped, throwing you into pitching and shaking orgasm, and you screamed his name.
Tohma
Tohma Ishibashi.
You were somewhat confused by where your mind went, and yet the idea did intrigue you. He had always treated you rather cooly, acting more like and older family member or a teacher than a classmate. In spite of the protective guardian stance he had always seemed to regard you from, you had to admit that there were times were glances seemed to linger a little too long, he stood a little too close....
You started imagining what he must look like beneath his flawlessly pressed uniform. He must be in excellent shape, with as huge and heavy as his artifact is. He wielded it like it weighed nothing. Imagine what he could do to you, if he had the mind. You felt your arousal returning as you wandered his body, touching and tasting him all over. How you he fuck you, if he wanted to? Your slipped your fingers back into yourself, thinking about what he would do to you. Slow like this? Hard and fast? How big is he? Would you even be able to take him if he gave you a chance?
You were building the pressure inside again, thinking of all the ways he could have taken you in the time that you've known each other, and how easy it would be for him to have you whenever he wanted. He'd only need to catch you alone, which is so easy for him. You were moaning his name loudly, it echoing wildly against the bathroom tiles. You fucked yourself so hard that the water of your bath churned around you, occasionally splashing on the floor. Your feet slipped around on the floor of your bath, desperately searching for a hold as you reached the tipping point again.
You screamed when you broke, the tension ripping through you in waves far harder than the first time. Every part of you flexed and pulsed as you kept fucking yourself, imagining that it was him as his body pressed against yours and he breathed hard into your ear. You wanted so badly for him to tell you what a good girl you are, letting him use you for his pleasure like this as he pounded against you, using your hair for leverage as the sounds of skin slapping reverberated in the frozen halls. When you were finally fucked out and your arm too tired to continue, you sunk into your bath and let the bliss buzz through your brain.
A thought suddenly bubbled up in your brain- where did all of that come from? "Good girl?" "Letting him use you?" Rough sex and pulling your hair? You had no experience to speak of, much less like that.
You decided that it was probably about time to get out of the bath- the water was cooling and your fingers were wrinkled. Your hand lingered a little over your still oversentive pussy, wondering if you could get off again. You felt more relaxed, sure, but thoughts of Tohma still haunted the forefront of your brain, keeping that swollen, throbbing sensation alive between your legs.
"No, I really need to go get dinner and study," you chided yourself. You probably wouldn't have a chance anyway, so it's pointless to dwell on it.
But dwell on it you did. No matter how much you tried to distract yourself with classes, missions, homework, or friends, those filthy thoughts never left you alone. Your pussy throbbed almost constantly and you were always worried that you were going to soak through your panties, announcing to anyone near you what you were thinking any time you tried to leave a chair. You fucked yourself every chance you got, but it only seemed to make it worse.
After your fourth session of the day, lying in your bed with your fingers still as deep as you could reach, you made a decision- you had to talk to him. You were becoming obsessed to the point you couldn't function. Even if he said no, the rejection might be enough to cool your fires. On the other hand, though...
Luckily, you had an errand to run in Frostheim, so swinging down to see Tohma would be easy enough. Now, how do you even approach this? He always seemed amused when you were bold, but would this be too far? Telling him off or making a "firm request" was a very different type of conversation from, "Hey, I've never had a boyfriend, and I know I don't have much time, and we're both really busy all the time, and it would probably piss your boss off, but I really, really want you. What do you think?"
Ultimately, you decided to wing it. Trying to practice things to say was only making you more nervous and you felt silly reading from a script in your head. You took a deep breath and pushed Frostheim's heavy front door open.
Jin was at least in the neutral end of irritable when you asked him for his signature, and he ordered you to gather and clean his clothes. You didn't really mind- your thoughts were elsewhere and your nerves had your stomach in a twist and your knees shaking. Having collected the clothes and signature, you departed Jin's room and headed toward the room that Tohma often worked in.
You knocked, but didn't receive an answer. You knocked a little louder and called out that it was you. There was a faint scuffling sound from the other side of the door, and it swung open. No one was standing there though, leaving you creeped out and confused. You shuffled quietly in and called a soft, shaky hello. The door closed softly behind you, making you jump a little as you proceeded further into the room.
"Hello y/n. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
You jumped at least a foot in the air and screamed. Tohma was standing just behind the door where you couldn't see him, explaining why the door seemed to open and close of its own accord.
"Oh, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something. Something private," you mumbled, your face growing hot.
"Oh?"
The one word answer was not making this easier. You knew that he was enjoying seeing you uncomfortable. You weren't about to be deterred though- you had to try to put this to bed, so to speak. "We're alone, right?"
"Just us and the chess board," he said with a sly smile.
Your words fumbled out. "Well, y-you see, I'm running out of time before my c-curse," you voice cracked on that last word, "before it... takes me."
"Yes."
"And, well, I've never actually had a boyfriend. I know it's too late to have a relationship, but-" Your voice broke again, and you were too embarrassed to continue. His cool demeanor made you feel like you were begging. Throwing yourself at him, and you felt pathetic.
"Go on." That knowing smile again. God, that smile made you weak in the knees, and he definitely knew it. He was playing with you.
"I-I g-guess I was wondering if..." you trailed off, tears prickling in your eyes as you bit your lip. The cold was making the tears sting so much worse. "If you would be willing to, you know..."
"I don't know. What would you like me to do?"
Now he was just being cruel. He was savoring your humiliation, but in spite of all of the shame and embarrassment, your walls still clenched around nothing, wanting for all the world to be clenching his rock hard cock as he railed you.
"I want to try the physical side of a relationship, and I want to try it with you," you whined between hiccuping soft sobs.
"Is that so?"He smiled darkly at your confession, making your cunt clench again. "If you can beat me at a game of chess, I'll do it. If I win..." Another devious smile, "You'll be my servant until further notice."
The way he was looking at you and the tone in his voice both scared and excited you in equal measure. Your mouth went completely dry and your nerves were toying with "fight or flight." ".....What would you have me doing?" You could barely get the words out through such a dry mouth.
"Whatever I want. That's what servants do, afterall. Have you not learned that with Jin?"
"H-he really only ever has me wash his clothes and carry documents for him. Th-that's all."
"Shame. He has you all to himself and he does so little with you. Never mind. Are you interested in my proposal?"
"O-okay. We'll play chess."
An evil smile sweeps across his face as he led you to the chess table.
He was losing on purpose. He had to be. He's always been the better player, and now he was toying with you, dangling the possible results of the game just above your head. He could still win, you could tell that much, but he was playing a sloppy, slow game, all the while smiling that cool, sly smile.
The chill of the room was making you shiver, and the adrenaline coursing through your veins was only serving to increase the rate of your shakes. You hated how wet you were, pressed against the ice cold chair. No matter how you shifted, you couldn't get away from the way the cold made your heat sting.
"What ever is the matter? You seem uncomfortable."
"Just a little cold. I'm fine." The shake in your voice betrayed how not fine you were. His cold, steely blue eyes bore into you as you squirmed. He's amused. Of course he is. Maybe you should just give up on this. You're going to have to leave soon if you're going to make it on time for your afternoon classes. "I can't stay much longer. My afternoon classes are coming soon."
"Really? I hadn't noticed how late it had gotten. In that case, I forfeit. You win this game."
You balked at his declaration. "Wait, you're quitting? We could finish the game later."
"No, I'm not quitting. I concede victory to you." His smile was downright evil and there was something very dark in his eyes.
"O-oh, uhm, okay then. I should still get going." You were more afraid than aroused at this point. You were starting to regret the choice to pursue this fantasy that had been living loudly in your mind for weeks. You were trying to gather your things, but your hands were shaking so badly that you had trouble gripping anything. After getting your things packed up just enough to be able to move, Tohma stood up from his chair suddenly, causing you to drop everything again. He approached you ominously, closing in on you as you tried to back away. Your stomach dropped when your back hit the door. Your hand scrambled on the knob, the sweat on your palms making it impossible to grip it. He was nearly pressed against you, staring down at you with that same dark look. The lock clicked, sealing your fate.
"You can't leave without your winnings."
He seized you around the waist and lifted you like you weighed nothing, carrying you over to the chess table. He swept the pieces off with a swift swing of his arm, sending them clattering all over the floor. He put you down on the table hard and pushed you onto your back, holding you still by your neck. He wasn't squeezing, but it would be so easy for him. With his free hand, he ripped your underwear away like they were wet tissue. "Tohma, p-please stop. You're sca-aring me," you choked and sobbed.
"Is this not what you wanted?" He stared down at you, his eyes glittering darkly. The swiped his gloved fingers over your soaked pussy and smiled. "You certainly seem to want this." He pulled his glove off with his teeth on dropped it on your stomach. "You've soaked right through my glove," he growled, slipping his fingers between your folds and pressing circles onto your clit.
You gasped and shook, relishing his touch, and you hated yourself for it. You were terrified, desperately wanting to escape from whatever things he was thinking, and yet you didn't want him to stop. Your internal battle only worsened as he pushed his fingers into your pussy, causing it to clench around his large, long fingers. His fingers felt better than yours ever did, and the way he worked his thumb over your throbbing clit made you wail.
"Look at how you're taking it. You must have wanted this for a long time to be this eager. How long have you wanted this?"
You choked back a sob when he curled his fingers forward and viciously fucked your g spot, never letting up on your clit. He was taking the tension that had been living inside you for weeks to a whole new height. You squirmed against his touch, moaning and crying at the same time. You pulled at his wrist, trying to get him to let you go, but you weren't nearly strong enough.
"I asked you a question," he said coldly, squeezing your neck and forcing you to look at him. "Don't make me ask again."
You could barely speak between the hold on your throat and how hard you were sobbing. "A-a-a long time," you cried shrilly. You were on the edge of exploding, and you felt disgusting for how badly you wanted it.
"How long?" He tightened his grip again, making you see stars.
"A... few... weeks..." you gasped softly as the room started to spin. You needed air, and you were getting too hazy to fight for it. Just before your vision started to darken, he fucked on you his fingers mercilessly, driving you over the edge and suddenly released his grip.
It all hit you harder than you could handle. The crush of cumming on his fingers as he pounded them in and out of you, relentlessly rubbing his thumb over your throbbing clit. The sudden influx of air as you gasped in as the crash hit had your mind reeling as your body shook with the electric force shooting in waves in time with the clenching and pulsing on your dripping wet cunt. You screamed between gasps as you tried to find your equilibrium. You gripped his arm, the only thing you could reach from your current position.
You had stopped cumming, but he wouldn't stop. You were beyond overstimulated, tears running freely down you face as you sobbed, begging him to stop and you pointlessly writhed under his grip.
"You want me to stop?"
"P-pleee-ease!"
Just like that, he pulled his fingers out of you and leaned over you, bringing his soaked hand to your face. "You're filthy, and now my hand is filthy from you. You're going to lick my fingers clean, understood?"
You nodded, dreading what he might do if you tried to refuse. He ordered you to open your mouth, and jammed his fingers in so far that it made you gag. His fingers were completely covered in your juices, and that was the only thing you could taste as he pushed and pulled his fingers in your mouth. You tried the lick them to try to appease him, but that.... didn't get you the reaction you wanted.
"If that's what you want to do with your mouth, I'll be happy to put it to better use."
With his hand still wrapped around your throat, he undid his belt and pants, pulling them down just far enough to pull his cock out. He was thick. Very thick. You knew what he was about to make you do, and hoped that he would be content at that, fearful of how much he would stretch you. "On your knees."
He pulled you by your neck from the flat position you had been in to the edge of the table. He released your neck, only to grab a handful of your hair and push you to the floor. You looked up at him, your eyes red and puffy from crying, "Please, just stop... let me leave... I won't tell anyone."
"Not until you have your prize. Open your mouth." You complied, fighting back bitter tears on resentment and regret. If you had known he was like this, you would never have come here. Your arousal would have been dead and buried along with the people in the cemetery at your dorm. He held your hair tightly as he fucked your face. His face was slightly flushed now, and he was breathing a little louder. "Y/n, I dare say you have a gift for this." His thrusts were becoming faster and more erratic, and he was gripping your hair so hard it hurt.
When he came, you choked. He buried his cock all the way to your throat as he fired rope after rope of cum. You were breathing sharp ragged pants through your nose, trying to not vomit as he kept making you gag. You desperately grabbed at his hips, sinking your nails in as hard as you could to try to make him stop.
Argeas
You came so suddenly and sharply that you threw your head back despite Tohma having an iron grip on your hair. You had forgotten about his stigma, and you're unwittingly enhancing it. He said it twice more, rendering you weak and helpless. He released your hair, allowing you to melt onto the frozen floor. He stared down at you, a look of... pity?... crossing his face. Soundlessly, he swept you up and laid you back on the chess table before walking away.
You laid motionless on the frigid table, trying to collect yourself to attempt to escape. You broke into exhausted sobs when you realized that you could barely lift your head, let alone try to outrun a ghoul. You jumped when a tea cup suddenly appeared in front of you. "Drink it. It'll help your throat." You tried your hardest to rise to an upright position, but you couldn't summon enough energy for even that.
"I see."
He sat you up and held the cup to your lips. You sputtered on the first sip of tea, but the warmth was indeed soothing on your throat. He helped you drink the rest of the cup, walked off, and returned with some small snack items. The sudden change between the Tohma who had just done.... all of that to you and this Tohma who was helping you drink some tea and eat some small foods gave you whiplash. It was like he flipped a switch between personalities. You didn't want to question the change and risk turning him back into the other Tohma, but your face must have asked instead.
"You're clearly too weak to continue, but you can't leave yet. Your winnings," he said with that same sinister tone, "are still not collected."
Were you in a stronger state, you would have cried, but you had gone numb. You barely had the energy to hold yourself up, let alone cry or scream. You nodded, staring blankly at him.
"You need more time, it seems." He pushed another cup of tea into your hands and sat a small plate of light foods beside you. "It's not enjoyable if you're not able to be active. You also couldn't leave in your current state, regardless."
He was right. At this point and with the little energy you had, you steeled yourself for whatever else your "winnings" entailed.
You had recovered enough for the reality of your situation to return to your mind, and your stomach lurched and your face got hot. He smiled that dark smile when he saw that you were starting to come around. He walked around to your front and pushed your thighs apart, stepping between them and pressing your bodies tight together. Your heart hammered against your chest as you felt him keenly for the first time. He was more muscular than you had dreamt in all of your fantasies. He wrapped one arm tight around your waist and turned your face upward to face him.
"So pretty. Prettier when your face is covered in tears, though," he said, giving you an appraising look before pressing a hard kiss on your lips. You gasped sharply, and he forced your mouth open further and explored your mouth with his tongue. You moaned softly and wrapped your hand around the back of his neck and leaned into his kiss. You trembled when his hand traveled to the back of your neck and into your hair. You felt him smile, and he pulled your head back.
His kissed his way to your neck, where he bit and sucked several marks. "People will see," you whined softly. "I know," he huffed, biting you hard enough to make you yelp. Your legs started shaking slightly as his hand roamed your body. You felt him smile again and he asked in a deep velvety tone, "Already? I've barely touched you." He released your hair and set to work on unbuttoning your shirt, popping them one at a time and pulling it open in small increments. You were nervous about what he was going to do, given everything that happened earlier. He pushed your shirt and uniform jacket off your shoulders and down your arms, leaving you in only your bra and skirt. You shivered hard at the cold prickling on your sweat damp skin.
"Cold?" he laughed, unclipping your bra before pushing you down on the table, pinning you by your neck once more. He pressed against you and bit and sucked new marks onto your chest after slipping your bra off you arms. You felt his growing erection pressing hard against your naked heat that was getting wetter by the second. How could you even be turned on right now? You were still in shock from earlier, and you knew that he was going to be getting rough with you again soon. He pulled your skirt from over your hips, leaving you completely undressed in a freezing room. A cold chill ran through your entire body, compounded by the sensation of his fingers diving between your folds.
You cried out loudly in equal parts pleasure, pain, and surprise when he rammed his fingers into you, and pressed his thumb over your clit, causing a hard jolt through you. He smiled at your cry and fucked you harder, making you cry, scream and squirm. "If you keep being so loud, I'm going to have you find a way to keep you quiet." His tone was ominous. You felt yourself clench involuntarily on his vicious fingers. You bit your lip to keep yourself quiet as he continued slamming into you. Your eyes began to prickle with new tears and you sniffled as you tried to choke back sobs and cries.
"I didn't say be silent. You obviously like this, so moan for it."
You did as he ordered, squeaking little moans between the sobs you body was wracked with. He smiled evilly and released your throat, trailing his fingers down your torso, settling on your hip and sinking his fingers into your soft flesh. You hissed your pain, fighting the instinct to scream with everything you had. He dropped to one knee and roughly forced one leg over his shoulder, and pinned it in place. Tohma drew a long line upward on your thigh with the tip of his tongue, stopping just short of your pussy. Your thighs quaked around him, no matter how hard you tried to steady yourself. With a dark laugh, he kissed and bit the innermost part of your thigh with just as much force as he had done with your neck. He was marking you everywhere to make sure that everyone who saw you knew what you had done.
You were filled with abject terror. Was he about to bite... there? It would be impossible to stay quiet if he did. Your brain was overrun with horrifying scenarios, partially drowning out the marking he was doing, the pain of his grip, and how hard he was fucking you on his fingers. You were shocked out of your thoughts when he flicked his tongue over your clit.
You nearly screamed, but you got your hands over your mouth before it got out. "What was that? I didn't hear you." Another flick. Your thigh twitched on his shoulder and you let out a chattering moan. He hooked his fingers on your g spot and hit your soft spot with a series of feather light flicks, making your back arch and forcing a whine out of you. The contrast between how hard he was fucking your pussy and how lightly he was licking your clit was making you dizzy and starting to build the tension in your belly. Your face was burning with shame. "What kind of girl gets off while being treated like this?" you thought to yourself. A sob ripped out of you and you covered your face with your arms and twisted your fingers in your damp hair.
Tohma paused, his blue eyes flicking up to meet yours. "Hold your hair if you want, but I forbid you to hide your face." As soon as you tearfully complied, he resumed with increased energy, making you wail. You could feel the tension reaching your breaking point. You whined sharply between choppy sobs, and reflexively reached for his wrist. He slapped your hand away with a terse "No." You grabbed at the edges of your uniform, finding anything to keep you grounded was a frantic need as he continued his relentless assault on your soft spots. "Toh- I-!"
Your vision went white and your ears were ringing as you floated in that brief moment after the tension breaks but before the crash begins.
It hit you like a meteor. Your back arched sharply and your free leg slammed like a vice around his head, knocking his monocle to the floor. Neither of you cared in the moment, but you knew in the back of your mind that you were going to pay for that later. A scream ripped out of you, followed by moan after helpless moan. The power of the waves crashing through you made you see stars as your body tingled with shot after shot of burning electricity. Your hands tore at the edges of your jacket and your toes curled so hard they cramped. A light, stinging sweat broke over your body. His fingers were hooked on your g spot, and he was rubbing them hard over just that soft spot while his tongue flicked and danced over your throbbing clit. He was going to make you cum again.
You hated yourself for loving this. You hated your body for betraying you like this. You hated him for making you love this while treating you so cruelly. You wished that you had never come here and that you could escape, but you also didn't want to. His calm demeanor and "proper" mannerisms had fooled you, and you hated both of you for it.
The storm of conflicting feelings roiling inside you was interrupted when another orgasm broke over you. You sobbed loudly, tears pouring from your raw, red eyes and wave after wave rolled through you. He seemed to be enjoying your miserable pleasure, if his throaty chuckle was anything to go by. He didn't seem like he planned on stopping, even after you began twitching and jerking each time he flicked his soft, highly skilled tongue over your over-sensitive clit. Only once you were fully begging between hitched breaths did he wipe his face on your inner thigh and hold his fingers to your mouth. "You know what to do."
This time, you were very careful as you sucked your juices from his fingers, not wanting a repeat of last time. He stood between your weak, shaking legs and stared down at you, watching you as you cautiously cleaned his fingers. He pulled them from your mouth with a pop, then leaned over you and whispered something that made your blood run cold.
"I'm going to ruin you."
Your adrenaline hit you hard enough to give you almost enough energy to try to escape. Almost. He had you pinned in your back again before you could even manage to roll of the table. He held your face as made you watch as he loosened his tie, discarding it somewhere on the floor, unbuttoned his coat, then vest, then shirt, and finally his pants, letting them fall to the floor before stepping out of them. "Don't you dare look away," he growled before releasing your squished cheeks. He threw all of his upper garments off, exposing a body that under any other circumstances would make you blush.
His entire body was as fair as his face, strongly resembling a marble statue of the highest quality. His cock was only slightly darker, with a slight pink tone, and several veins on the surface. You had only glimpsed it earlier, but it was indeed quite thick and the head was thicker than you thought. He's beautiful, standing completely undressed before you. Then it clicked, and your stomach dropped. "P-please no. Not like this," you pleaded tearfully. "I'm not r-ready. Please not yet"
"No? Isn't this why you came here? I've done quite a lot to prepare you," he cooed in a mocking tone as the dragged his cock back and forth in your slit, wetting it. "You won our game. It would be rude to refuse." You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to prepare yourself for what you knew was about to happen. He grabbed your face again, harder this time. "I told you not to look away."
It honestly didn't matter if your eyes were open at this point anyway. Your vision was becoming blurry with a seemingly endless river of tears, so much so that he himself was becoming a blur. He continued rubbing himself back and forth over your sloppy cunt, staring hard down on your weeping form, ensuring that you were watching what he was doing. He hated you. You were sure of it. No one treats someone like this if they don't. Your body was going weak again, and you were struggling to look down were your bodies were rubbing. "Tohh. 'M- Hard to stay up," you whimpered, not wanting to anger him further.
"I see." He grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you you a nearly seated position. He lined himself up with your entrance and stared hard into your face. "You're going to watch this, and you're going to like it."
It felt like he was going to tear you apart from the inside. You hissed and sobbed violently as you watched him bottom out in one slow, agonizing thrust. Every time you tried to squeeze your eyes shut or look away, he grabbed you by the face or hair and forced you to look as he pushed his way in. He didn't allow you to lie back then, either. He made you watch as he fucked you slowly, snapping his hips at the end of each thrust. Your head was spinning, and your stomach turned when you saw that you're bleeding.
"So you were a virgin," he observed with a sardonic smirk, sinking in again with a snap. Were. Past tense. You wailed a sob of complete misery. This is all wrong. This isn't how this was supposed to be. He wasn't supposed to be this kind of person. You could never have another first time. This is it, there's no doing it over. It hurt. It burned. Each time he bottomed out with a snap it felt like a punch to your stomach, and yet he was still able to hit your soft spot while hurting you so badly. How? How?! This isn't fair!
Just then, he pushed you back down onto the table and caged you between his arms "Wrap your legs around me," he whispered thickly into your ear. You whimpered a pathetic plea for him to stop, and he simply said no, repeated his instruction to wrap your legs around his waist, and reminded you that making him repeat himself is not a good idea. Then he kissed you softly, as gently as you would have hoped for if things had gone the way you imagined. His body pressed against yours and he fucked you slowly, in a way that could have been mistaken for making love if someone walked in now. You fearfully wrapped your arms around him, which he permitted, much to your surprise and relief. This softness was the oasis that you had been desperately seeking since this all started.
Keeping you loosely held down with one arm, he trailed his fingers softly down your side and grasped your hip, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh, but not painfully. He rolled his hips against yours, still snapping at the bottom. It made you shiver. The pain, though still very present, had started to settle into background noise, allowing the pleasure he was inflicting on you to come forward. You felt him smile against your lips and huff before diving into another kiss and running his fingers through your hair. You tensed, fearing that he was about to yank it for doing... something.... wrong. "Relax. You're being so good right now, doing as you're told and taking me so well. Be a good girl and everything will be fine."
Those words- good girl- they had rolled through several of your many fantasies. You moaned softly at hearing them and your walls fluttered around his slowly pistoning rock hard cock. The snaps were starting to feel like small bursts of sparks inside you, building heat with each burst. You were breathing in shivering moans against his soft lips, far softer than they felt the first time he kissed you. He licked your lip softly, slipping it into your mouth when you gasped. "So gentle now," you thought to yourself, "Maybe its because he knows?" Your tongues danced together, and massaged the other. The pitch of your moans were getting higher, telling him that you were getting close to the edge.
He moved his hand from your hip and whispered "Put your leg over my shoulder," against your lip in a throaty voice. You did your best, but your legs were quite feeble. "Help, please? 'M weak." you asked meekly, fearful of setting him off. "Since you asked nicely, pretty girl," he crooned into your ear before wrapping his arm around your shivering leg, hoisting it over his steely shoulder.
"So... s-so deep," you sighed when he bottomed out again "So g-good."
"Oh?" His voice had an edge to it, but it was more low and breathy than sharp. Your trembling hands rubbed over his very muscled back, feeling them flex and release with every thrust. You were very mindful to not sink your nails in no matter how good he was making you feel, lest you make him change his mind. A light sweat had broken across his alabaster skin, and his breath was hot against your neck. He pressed your leg tighter to your chest and drew a long, achingly slow thrust with an especially sharp snap at the bottom. It made you cry out as another firecracker shot sparks through you.
With a sharp huff, he snapped his hips, driving his cock deep in you, faster and sharper. The sparks were becoming almost constant, and at this rate, it was going to ignite the powder keg he had been pressurizing in your clenching pussy. Your eyes rolled back and your back arched. Your hands trembled and flexed on his back. Your voice was turning hoarse and your throat hurt, but you were panting sharp, high gasps as your tension was reaching the critical point.
He slowed slightly, holding you on the edge, and bit your ear lightly. "Listen to me, and well."
"Mhm."
"Use your words," he rasped.
"Yes."
"Are you going to do as I tell you, without question or complaint?"
"Y-yes," you moaned through brain fog.
"Are you going to be a good girl and take it every way I give it?"
"Yes," you gasped sharply.
"Yes what?"
"Yes..... please?"
He laughed darkly against your neck before rising to look into your eyes. His pupils were blown, but that clear, pale blue shone coldly, piercing your heart like ice and your cunt pulsed. The cold terrified you- any moment he could switch to the cruel Tohma, and you knew it, but he was still holding you on the edge of cumming.
"Beg for it. I can tell that you're close, so beg for it," he groaned, eyes boring into you.
You balked at his command, but didn't dare delay or question him.
"Please... let me?"
"Let you what? Use your words."
He was back to humiliating you, and it almost backed you off from the edge that he had you precariously balanced on. Almost as though he sensed it, he picked up just enough to keep you there.
"Please let me cum?"
"How do you want me to do that?"
The question made your brain short out briefly. "Keep... Going?"
"Going what? Tell me what you want."
Your face burned and tears formed on the corners of your eyes again.
"Please keep fucking me," you choked. The tears started flowing again.
"That's what you want?"
"Yes"
"Yes what?"
"Yes, please," you sobbed, "Please keep fucking me so I can cum."
"Such language," he laughed, "But since you asked so nicely-" he kissed your forehead and bottomed out, snapping his hips hard and fast, over and over. It stole your breath and sent you over the edge.
The crushing weight that hit you forced the air from your lungs. You couldn't scream, regardless of how sore your throat might be. You tried to bury your shame-reddened face in his shoulder, partially to muffle any sounds you might make, but he told you not to hide, this is what you wanted. Your body was wracked with spasms and sobs as your orgasm detonated and exploded in waves of fire and lightning in rapid succession, drawn and detonated anew with each snap of his hips. You dug your nails into his back as he coldly regarded your weakened form, subject to his every whim, and took his enjoyment from you. He fucked you harshly, forcing your body to keep firing waves of sparks from your core.
Your mind had gone blank, the only thing you could think of was him and what he was doing to you. When the final electric jolt snapped out from your heat, your body went limp. You could barely keep your eyes open, having been fucked out so hard and emotionally drained. Your breath was shallow and rapid, making you see spots.
"Slow your breathing or you're going to pass out."
"Mnnmmnn..."
The world went black.
You awoke some time later, still on the table, but wrapped in a thick blanket. A pair of chess pieces-a rook and a pawn- sat directly in front of your face. The scent of tea wafted past your face, making your painfully dry mouth water. You huffed softly as you tried to sit up, but your body was still far too weak, so you settled for swiping the chess pieces from the table in your frustration.
"Oh, you're awake." His shoes clacked sharply on the floor somewhere behind you, walking your direction. "It would seem that I was too hard on you." He appeared in front of you, holding a cup of tea and snacks. "I imagine that you'll need help again," he said with a wry smile. You had never hated anyone as much as you hated him in that moment. "This is your fault. You did this to me," you thought bitterly, though you didn't dare voice it in your current state.
"Oh, dear, what a scary look," he gasped mockingly, "You better not bite me." He laughed darkly and deeply as he sat you up and held the cup to your lips. It took every ounce of self control you had to swallow the tea, rather than spit it out in his face. Even though your current state is of his doing, he could have left you unconscious and naked down here, which would have almost certainly resulted in you freezing to death. No, you have to play nice in order to get through this. You choked slightly on a large sip of tea, and you accidentally coughed some in his face while trying to clear your throat. "That'll have to be good enough," you thought to yourself.
Tohma simply sighed, looking slightly disgusted. He pulled a handkerchief from his vest pocket and wiped it away. "I'll let it go this one time, and only because of how tired you are," he cautioned ominously, "Don't let it happen again." You nodded, suddenly reminded of just how truly helpless you are in this situation. He returned the handkerchief to his pocket and lifted the cup to your lips again. "Small sips," he said softly, "small sips, pretty girl." He helped you through the cup of tea before offering you a bar of some sort. It looked dry and unappealing, but it was your only option. "What is it?" you asked, hoping to sound more curious than disgusted. "Oh, it's a protein bar."
"Protein bar?"
"Yes. They're good for recovering energy after intense exercise. Do you need help with it?"
"No, I think I can do it."
He just smiled and walked away, returning shortly with more tea. He settled in the chair in front of you, sipping at his own cup of tea. You pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders, suddenly acutely aware of how cold and how naked you were. You nibbled at the bar, which was neither as dry or disgusting as it looked, and looked for your clothes and belongings, which were nowhere to be seen. "If you're looking for your personal effects, I have them in my room. I've taken the liberty of washing Jin's laundry and returning the paperwork on your behalf," he reported coolly. "My clothes?"
"Folded and dry in my room, as I said."
"H-how long was I... out?"
"About three hours, now. Don't worry, I've kept a close eye on you and kept the other students from coming in here. Wouldn't want them to see you in such a state, hm?"
Three hours. Exactly how long have you been in this freezer?
"Um, what time is it?" you asked, voice soft and meek.
"It's....just before 8 pm," he replied, check his watch. "Do you have somewhere to be?"
You've been down here for over eight hours. You felt sick. "No, I just missed all of my classes, and I had a study group I was supposed to meet right after dinner," you whispered with a small crack. "I'm sure it's fine. I'll tell them I didn't feel well and fell asleep. They'll understand."
"It's going to be obvious that you weren't asleep," he replied, taking a sip from his cup. He was right. Your legs were covered in various bruises and marks, and you could only imagine how your neck looked. He must have bitten and sucked more marks on your legs after you passed out because they peppered both thighs and went all the way to your ankles. You started trembling and breathing harder when you realized that your arms were similarly marked. Tears started trying to well up in your puffy eyes, but you fought them back. "May I ask something, please? Promise you won't get mad?"
"Go on."
"What did you do after I passed out?"
He scoffed into his cup. "I didn't finish, if that's what you're asking."
"You.... didn't?"
"No."
".....Why?"
"You were unconscious. I'm not a monster."
You sat quietly, stunned and confused. He could have just..... but he didn't? None of any part of this made sense. He fucked you like he hated you, seemed to enjoy humiliating you, but then was oddly tender and caring when you wouldn't have expected it. You steeled your nerves, and in a quaking, barely audible voice asked, "Why are you doing this to me?"
"Doing what to you?"
"You, um, well...... treated..... me like you hate me, and like you want to humiliate me, but now you're being really caring. And you were very gentle when you saw that I was," your voice cracked on the past tense, "a virgin. I'm so confused." The last sentence was was a breathy sob.
"If I hated you, we wouldn't be having this conversation," he sighed dismissively.
Your blood ran cold and your stomach turned. Was that a threat? Would he have... killed... you?
The question must have been on your face because he heaved a deep sigh. "I don't bed people I dislike. I may have unusual predilections, but I still have standards. High standards, in fact."
"Pre...dilections.....?"
"Yes, predilections" he huffed irritably, "Have you finished the protein bar? You still haven't touched your second cup of tea."
You popped the last corner into your mouth and nodded, bringing a small smile to his lips. "Drink your tea, then."
The two of you sipped your tea in quiet. After a time, he stated that he also had a question. You looked at him and nodded.
"How many firsts?
"Firsts?"
"You were a virgin. How many other firsts?"
You stared down into your nearly empty cup and confessed in a soft voice, "All of them."
"Oh?
"Yeah."
"I wouldn't have expected that. You seem to have quite some talent."
You gave him a quizzical look and relied "Thanks?" before downing the rest of your tea. He gave you an odd smile in return and rose from his chair. "More tea? You haven't had much to eat or drink today." You asked for more, grateful to have something to soothe your sore throat, but also a way of keeping his hands off of you. Or so you thought. He stood in front of you, close enough to feel his breath, and wordlessly cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb softly over it. "I'm very fond of you, y/n. I always have been." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and returned to his chair. Bewildered would be an understatement for how you felt in that moment. You decided to try to hide behind another sip of tea, letting the warmth flow through you.
You sat together in soft silence again, sipping your tea and not talking. He finished his cup first and set it off to the side, settling into observing you as you sipped at the rest of yours. His face was unreadable, and his gaze made your insides squirm. Every time you raised your eyes, his were locked on you, silently evaluating you for something, though you had no idea what.
He broke the silence. "Are you nearly finished with your tea?"
You nodded, dreading what he was going to do next. "Let me take your cup then." You handed it over with shivering hands, though it wasn't clear if it was the cold or the adrenaline pouring into your bloodstream. After setting it aside, he carried you to the chair he had been sitting on and laid you face down across his lap. His hands rubbed over your back, with one traveling down to your exposed buttocks. In one swift movement, he slapped a stinging spanking, drawing a startled cry from you. "That's for not changing your breathing when I told you to." Another sharp slap. Another pained cry. "And that's for worrying me."
His hand lingered after the second impact, massaging the stinging away. His hand then traveled to your slit and slipped his deft fingers between your folds, drawing a new cry when he began a firm massage on your clit. Your legs bucked when he began massaging circles around your nub. "You're already getting wet again." No. That can't be right. He just spanked you like a naughty child, and it was still prickling from the shock. He has to be trying to fool you, right?
That's what you thought, until he glided his fingers inside your aching hole. You startled at the intrusion, but you couldn't stop the moan from escaping. "You want to go again, it seems," he cooed darkly, "But you'll have to wait. You haven't earned it yet" You felt his cock pulse and harden as he fucked you slowly on his fingers, drawing soft moans and hiccuping breaths from your still achy throat. He turned his hand inside you, positioning his thumb so that he could resume massaging your soft spot. You felt your face flush in embarrassment when you felt your juices trickle forward and drip from your mound. Another orgasm was already starting to awaken inside your belly, and you were powerless against it.
His free hand traveled from your back and settled around your throat. Was he going to choke you again? You truly hoped not. The last thing you wanted was to lose consciousness again, but it orgasm you so hard the first time that it made you see stars, so you might not be able to withstand it again. You were beginning to wonder if he could read your thoughts because he released your throat and busied his free hand with loosening his tie and releasing his top few buttons. Not that you were overly focused on much beyond what he was doing to you. His fingers were pumping harder in you and his thumb was merciless. Your legs scrambled, desperately trying to find purchase on the slick floor beneath them. Your hands gripped the chair leg and his ankle, and your entire body was almost vibrating. You were squirming so hard that the free hand that had been wandering pressed on your back to pin you in place. Your breath was coming in rapid pants and moans, and you were right at the precipice when he slowed, bringing you back just enough.
"Ask for it."
"Please!
"Please what?"
"Please let me cum!"
Without a word, he pushed you over the edge. Your vision went dark for only a moment before it exploded in white. Your entire body wracked in spasms emanating from your clenching, dripping pussy. You moaned in tearless mewls and gasps as the electric vibrations powered their way throughout your entire body. He didn't stop, but instead fucked you harder on his fingers, thumb rolling over your throbbing, oversensitive clit, making you buck to try to escape. He wouldn't let you. It wasn't until the pulses subsided and you went somewhat limp did he stop. He slid you off his lap and on to your knees. He held his wet fingers to your lips. "You know what to do."
You sucked his fingers until he popped them from your mouth, smirking at how well you were taking his commands. He unbuttoned his shirt and vest, his fingers still wet with saliva, and cast them onto the counter beside him. With an evil grin, he stood in front of you and removed his lower garments, diamond hard erection tapping slightly off your nose when it sprang free. You sat, paralyzed in shock at having just had a cock bounce off your face. "Well?" Oh, right. You shifted on your knees and took a few timid kitten licks, looking up at him. He smiled down at you and nodded for you to continue. You pressed the flat of your tongue on the base and drew a long line along its length before taking it into your mouth. He sighed, almost soundlessly, and twisted his fingers in your hair, though not as hard as he had.
You worked you head back and forth along the length, trying to not hit your aching throat. You wrapped your hand around the base and worked it in time with your mouth. "That should help keep it from going so deep," you mused. You looked up at him to find that his head was back and his chest muscles were twitching just a bit. You were certain that he was about to finish, so you were trying to prepare yourself for his shot when he suddenly pulled out of your mouth and stood you up. "You can't have it that easy," he growled in your ear. He spun you around and marched you the table and bent you over it. Oh god no.
"Please, Tohma, no! I''ll do anything and everything you want, just please don't do that," you pleaded through desperate sobs.
He grabbed both of your shoulders and stood you up sharply before crushing you against him in a back hug. "I have never, and will never do that," he whispered as his hand dove between your legs, "I will never do that to you. You have my word." He held you in that crushing hug, rubbing his cock against your ass, one hand working your nub and the other pinching at your nipple. You sobbed in relief, until he pinched your nipple hard enough to make you yelp. He huffed against your neck and forced your upper half back down on the table with a dull thump. He pinned you in place by the back of your neck. trailing his slicked fingers over your lip. You sucked on the tips as best you could. "Oh, good girl," he crooned, "I didn't even have to tell you this time." He slipped his erection into your slit, wetting it with your sloppy juices, and you gave a trembling sigh at the sensation.
"Do you want it?"
"Y-yes," you confessed, quiet as a mouse.
"I'm sorry. I didn't hear you."
"Yes, I want it."
"Want what? Tell me."
"We're back to humiliation," you thought, knot twisting in your stomach. "Yes, I want you inside me."
"What do you want me inside for? Be specific."
You choked a hard sob back as the tears started to fall. "I-I want you to fuck me. I w-waant your... pen-is... in-side my v-vagina-a." You couldn't hold the sobs in anymore. They punctuated your words in odd ways, but you still managed to say what you thought he wanted to hear. "P-lea-se."
"Such a filthy request. You're turning into quite the whore already," he replied before pushing himself in, once again bottoming out in one stroke. You flinched at that word. He leaned forward over your sobbing form and lifted you backward by your shoulder. "I told you I'm going to ruin you. I'm going to make you my whore, to use for my pleasure however and whenever I want," he whispered thickly into your ear, drawing a slow thrust. A chattering moan. "You will be at my beck and call whenever I want you." Another thrust, harder than the previous, a sharper moan. "You will be mine alone. I forbid you to allow anyone else to touch you." A thrust hard enough to sound skin on skin. You muffled a scream with your hand. "If you disobey me, or allow anyone else to touch you, including the captain, there will be hell to pay." Skin slapping, another muffled scream. "Is that understood?" Two more slaps, two more screams to match.
"Yes," you wailed loudly.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, I understand." Serveral loud, rapid slaps. Screams to match, no longer muffled.
"You understand what?"
You could barely get the words out, you were crying so hard. "I'm your whore. You use me. No one else." He smiled against your sweat soaked neck, and whispered "Good girl." He thumped you back down on the table, pinning you between the shoulders and fixing and iron grip around your hip. He pumped slower now, though the report of skin of skin still sounded when he snapped his hips. This was a new pain. The constant ache of the stretch and soreness from earlier joined with a sharp stab every time he bottomed out and snapped. Your fingers dug into the edges of the table in front of you as you heaved massive sobs. Due to the pain, you hadn't noticed that he released your shoulders until a loud smack echoed through the icy room as he spanked you again. "Don't you dare damage the table." You nodded, words no longer usable with the depth of your sobs.
He suddenly wrenched you away from the table just enough to be able to slip his hand down in front of you. You had been trying so hard to contain your sounds- no screams, no crying- but this broke you. Your back arched and you made a strangled sound somewhere between a wail and a moan. He huffed a soft laugh, "You really are a whore. I'm going to make you crave be used." He started fucking you harder, still slow, but mercilessly deep with deeper snaps while rubbing his fingers back and forth over your clit. You walls started squeezing and clenching around him as you approached a climax, your back flexing and arching as your toes curled.
Your body was about to betray you again and you sobbed in resentment. You hated yourself. You hated him more for what he was doing, and being So. Damn. Good. at driving you over the edge while being so cruel to you, causing you so much pain and humiliation. You needed him to make you cum, and you knew he was going to make you beg for it first. You couldn't stand the delay this time, "P-please, Tohma, please don't stop fucking me! I need it!" you wailed in wanton lust, in spite of everything you were feeling. He huffed in amusement at your plea, and fucked you over the edge.
Your brain completely shut down when the crash hit you. A coil deep inside you snapped, making you convulse as a catastrophic wave of heat and electricity washed over your being. Your juices ran down your leg and dripped to the floor from the strength of the wave. One pulse after another, ripped out from your cunt, running through every inch of you. You couldn't stop the moans escaping your mouth as you came so hard, driven further by the way Tohma drove his cock in and out, and hit every soft spot with laser precision. You heard a deep groan from behind you before he buried his cock as far in as he physically could. It thobbed inside, pouring shot after shot of cum inside your clenching pussy. He stayed deep in you, breathing faster and holding hard onto your hip until his own orgasm finished.
When he finally pulled out of you, you were going limp against his hand and the table. He propped you a little more on the table and walked away, leaving you shaking and weak with his cum running down your inner thigh. It flowed in a lazy rivulet before dropping off to the floor. It felt like it was nearly a bucket worth. He returned with a towel just in time to catch you before your legs gave out. "It would seem I've worn you out again," he said, tone almost tender. Let me clean you up. I'll take you to my room so you can rest properly while I tidy up down here."
His room. Oh no. If there was one place you didn't want to be, it was in his bedroom. You can buy new things to replace what's in there, but you would rather do the walk of shame home in a blanket than stay in his room. You tried to object, tell him that you didn't want to trouble him, that you've already taken so much of his time, that you need to study and be ready for class in the morning. Every excuse you could come up was deflected with a way that it could be dealt with from his room or with his assistance. The one that made tears threaten to build again was when he told you that you aren't going to class tomorrow with no further explanation or clarification.
He gently wiped both of your mixed fluids away, being especially gentle on your raw heat. "I can help you bathe when we get upstairs. I have a private bathroom, so no one will see you in this state." Small miracles. You had no clue how bad it was, but you were certain you looked horrible. He dressed, looking as proper as ever with not even a hair out of place. He then rolled you up in the blanket, hiding everything but your face and toes. He effortlessly opened the door and started up the hallway to the dorms.
You didn't see anyone on the way until the worst possible run-in happened. Well, second worst. Kaito and Luca were casually walking down the dorm hall toward you. At first it almost seemed as though they wouldn't notice you, being nearly cocooned and all, but then Kaito shrieked.
"Y/N! ARE YOU OKAY?! WHAT HAPPENED?! WHY ARE YOU CARRYING HER LIKE THAT? WHY ARE YOU IN THE DORM HALLWAY WITH HER? ARE YOU TAKING HER-"
Tohma cut him off. "She collapsed downstairs, and I'm taking her to my room to recover so I can keep an eye on her. I don't want to return her to her dorm until I'm sure that she will be fine."
"Shouldn't he go to Mortkranken then?" Luca questioned, suspiciously. "If she is unwell enough to collapse, she may need medical care."
"I assure you that I will see that she gets medical care if it becomes unmanageable. With the tension between Frostheim and Mortkranken, I would prefer to minimize interaction as much as possible."
Luca must have noticed your eyes screaming because he said, surprisingly firmly while grabbing Tohma's arm, "Vice-captain, I must insist that we take her for medical care. We can take her to the clinic or Darkwick General if Mortkranken would be a problem."
"I will see to it if necessary, Errant. I do not need your guidance. Now unhand me," Tohma said in a tone icier than Frostheim itself, "Before I report you for insubordination."
Luca glared daggers at Tohma, unwilling to trust his word, but knowing that he couldn't do anything about it without risking Jin's wrath. "Let us know how she is doing. I'm sure that the captain will also be concerned." With that, Luca turned on his heel and strode the other direction, Kaito following him after a loud squeak upon realizing that Luca was leaving without him.
Your hope of getting away walked away with them.
When you arrived at his room, the first thing that you noticed was how clean it smelled, though you couldn't really see much at first. His room had a scent somewhere between citrus and soap. It was actually very calming, despite your current predicament. When the light came on, you saw that his room matched the scent- it was immaculate. Everything neatly sorted into the correct location- books in the shelf, all of his clothing was either in a dresser or the closet. There wasn't even a sock on the floor. No dust. The floor shined. "How does he have time?" you wondered to yourself, "He's always busy with errands, missions, and.... Jin."
Jin.
He will be so angry with you when he finds out. And he will. He always finds out. A shiver of fear ran through you at the thought of his rage. Tohma didn't seem to notice and deposited you on his bed.
"Wait here."
His bed was incredibly comfortable, and the linens were obviously freshly washed. You felt yourself sink into them, relaxed for the first time in.... you didn't know how long. The last time you knew anything about the time, it was eight, but that had to have been hours ago by now. How late had it gotten?
Tohma reappeared and sat beside you in the bed, stroking your hair. "You should sleep a while. I'll make dinner. You need something more than snacks and protein bars."
You couldn't argue if you tried. Your eyes rolled back and you sank into his plushy bed, falling into a dreamless sleep.
You awoke with a start to his voice calling your name softly and a soft stroke to your cheek. For a moment you didn't know where you were, or why Tohma was sitting next to you in a bed. "Wake up, pretty girl, It's time to eat."
It was an incredible spread. Soup, fish, vegetables, fruit over ice cream, and a very large cup of steaming tea. You noticed that he didn't have anything for himself, and so you asked why he wasn't eating. He ate while he was cooking, and ghouls don't need as much food to stay going, he replied matter of factly. You gingerly took a spoonful of the soup, not wanting to forget your manners or betray just how hungry you were. It was delicious. You hummed at him, earning a smile from him. He bade you to eat and rest while he attends to other matters. He left the room and locked the door behind him. You carefully ate to avoid upsetting your stomach, though you were absolutely ravenous. You looked around the room, hoping to glimpse your things so you could call for help, but you didn't see a hint of anything. Your eyes fell on a large mirror across the room, and your stomach lurched.
You knew that you were a mess, and you knew that you would find out sooner or later, but you were terrified to know the extend on the marks and bruises, how puffy your face and eyes were from crying. You decided that you would rather look later, perhaps after a bath so you're at least clean before you see yourself. You nibbled at your remaining dinner, stomach too upset to fully finish. Just as you had decided that you had had enough and leaned away from the tray, Tohma returned. He smiled, observing that you looked in a much better state than you had when he left. "The food has done wonders for you. A balanced diet is critical for good health." You nodded and pressed a thin smile.
He cleared the tray away before pushing you back into the mattress, straddling you and pinning your wrists, though what he did was not even close to what you had feared. He kissed you. A deep, soft, emotion-filled kiss. The kind of kiss that they write songs and poetry about. Then something more unexpected happened- he moaned softly on your lips and released your wrists to cup your cheek and cradle the back of your head. Your hands unknowingly traveled up his powerful arms, coming to rest on his back and the back of his neck. He moaned another deep sound on your lips before teasing them apart with his tongue. He flattened his body on yours and softly rocked his hips against your front.
He pushed the blankets away and delicately parted your thighs before settling between them, rocking into you again. You sighed a shivering breath as he crashed his lips into yours and gripped your leg, wrapping it around his waist. You did the same with your other, locking your ankles behind him and wrapping him in a hug with all of your limbs. You felt the pulse of him getting hard against your heat at he rutted against you slowly. You whined softly into his kiss as he fondled your breast, softly squeezing your nipple. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips and tongue down your neck, landing them softly on your nipple. He kissed and sucked lightly, almost teasing you with little jolts of pleasure that shot straight to your core. He unhooked your ankles from behind him and placed one hand lightly on your inner thigh, drawing a line with feather light fingers to your heat, stopping before reaching it. He simply massaged your inner thigh, just short of your pussy.
He returned to your mouth, pressing another sensual kiss on your puffy lips and lightly swiping his tongue over your bottom lip. You both moaned softly against each other's lips, smiling at the simultaneous sound. "How are you feeling?" he breathed on your lips. You hummed a "much better now" and kissed him again. Why can't he just be like this every time?
He slipped his hand onto your heat, lightly tracing his fingers over your slit, but not slipping between your folds, but rather just lightly petting over your lower lips. You inhaled sharply at the contact and your legs twitched involuntarily, unsure of what will follow. He pressed another deep kiss as he slipped on finger just barely between your folds, just enough to sweep over your clit, already starting to wake up from the way he was kissing you and the teasing touch. "You're getting wet again," he crooned in a teasing tone and slipped a second finger into your folds, massaging your clit with a little more pressure. He broke away from you abruptly and undressed, folding each garment and putting it on his desk before rejoining you in bed, taking his place between your legs.
Rather than his fingers, he used the head of his cock to rub and tease your soft spot. Though he was already fully hard, the skin was much softer and smoother than that of his hand. The soft touch was a welcome change, and you moaned softly in approval. He huffed and increased the pressure, drawing a sharp gasp and a twitch. He smiled that dark smile again before kissing you hard and wetting himself before sinking in.
It was getting easier to take him, but the stretch was still painful, fueled by how raw you were feeling after how much and how many ways he had fucked you since you "won the game." He groaned deeply when he bottomed out and stayed still for a bit. You were beginning to wonder if something was wrong before he started snapping his hips with short thrusts, an arm locked tight around your waist, giving him total control over your hips.
Your fingers curled reflexively when he started moving, resulting in you accidentally scratching his powerful back. "Is that how you want it?" he asked in that unwelcome dark tone. "No, I like this! It was an accident!" "I can't have you scratching me, pretty girl."
Your heart sank. Cruel Tohma was back. He suddenly pulled out of you and stood beside the bed. He ticked his tongue several times, as though scolding you before dragging you from the safety and softness of his bed. Standing behind you, he pushed you toward the mirror and took hold of your neck, forcing you to look at yourself. You were a mess- sweat soaked hair, red face and eyes, marks over most of your visible body. You burst into tears, thinking of how hard it's going to be able to hide any of this, the rumors that will spread, how angry some people will be.
With a powerful arm around your waist, Tohma lifted you to your toes and bent you forward, making you look closer at your face and letting you see his. He didn't look as cruel as he was acting, but the malevolent glint was still in his eyes. Of all things to notice in that moment, you realized that he wasn't wearing his monocle. Did it break when it hit the floor? "Look at yourself in the mirror, not at me. Look at all the faces you make when I'm using you, at how much you love it. I want you to see how much you love being my whore."
A loud whimper leapt from your open mouth as he slipped back into you, amplified when he his hand rounded your hip and shot directly to your throbbing clit, drawing those damnable circles over it, making your walls clench. You tingled all over as he worked you, eyes rolling and back arching. "I told you to look at yourself." You nodded quickly and stared at yourself, seeing how much your face flushes and watching the sweat bead on your forehead. He wanted to humiliate you further, but you had become numb to the sense of shame that you had earlier in the day. You had become numb to all emotion except flashes of anger and waves of detestable desire.
Without warning, he pulled you to a fully standing position and hooked an arm under your leg, making you almost spread eagle in front of the mirror. How he didn't slip out during that maneuver was beyond you, but you didn't have time to think before he carried you closer to the mirror and told you to watch him fuck you. His cock, glistening with your juices, slid in and out of you slowly, sliding out to nearly the full length before bottoming out again. His other arm pressed you tight to his chest as he breathed heavily into your ear. He slightly shifted the arm holding your leg, allowing him to return his focus on your soft spot.
"Keep watching," he whispered darkly, "I want you to watch me make you cum, pretty girl. Watch me ruin you." You nodded with a sharp, chattering moan and watched him work you. You cautiously raised your arm toward his face, pausing to silently ask permission before you ran your fingers through his hair. "Go on, as long as you keep watching." Your hand gripped the back of his head, fingers threaded through his downy soft hair. Your other hand wrapped around the arm holding your to his chest, lacing your fingers between his. A slight sheen had broken over his face as he moaned a deep sound against your neck with a soft kiss.
"You're getting close, aren't you, pretty? You're shaking, and your pussy is getting tighter on me. You like watching it, don't you?" He was panting slowly in your ear. "Tell me."
"Yes, I-I'm v-very close," you gasped shrilly.
"And watching?"
"Ye-s."
"Why?" he asked in a throaty voice, "Why do you like it?"
"Be-cause... I like i-i-it w-w-when," you whined, "when you u-use me?"
"You don't sound very sure."
"I like it when you use me," each word separated by a moan, "I like it when you fuck me."
"Good girl," he replied with a bite on your ear. "So honest. I think I'll reward your honesty. Keep your eyes open and watch."
He pulled you so tight it was practically crushing your chest and tightened his grip around your leg. You could barely move as he dragged long thrusts and teased your soft spot in firm circles, an orgasm slowly brewing hotter and harder in your pussy. You fought yourself to keep your moans quiet, but the pleasure was becoming too heavy to silence. "Keep watching," he moaned, "Don't look away."
"Yes- I'm-looki-ing. Please- don't stop!" you cried, biting your lip to stifle your sounds. He hummed a sound of approval, and you boiled over.
It was a struggle to keep your eyes from rolling back or closing. You watched as your pussy clenched around him as you bubbled over and the waves washed over you. You watched your juice run down your leg as each successive squeeze pushed it out of you. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, though from pleasure or embarrassment wasn't clear to you. You didn't care either way. His thrusts stoked the fires that kept you boiling and the circles he drew shot the electricity that make you shake and your muscles tense and flex like you were lifting all of Darkwick. You moaned his name is short, high shivery sighs and chattered nearly incoherent promises that you're his alone, no one else.
At the last comment, he moaned sharply against your neck and bottomed out. His cock was throbbing inside you, but you were watching as your bodies shook and spasmed together. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, hiding the deep bass of his groans between hot pants. Every inch you could feel twitched and shivered against you, and you could see the well defined muscles in his leg shuddering as he fucked you through both of your orgasms.
After the twitching and spasms subsided, he still held you for a time, face in your neck and arm around you. He loosed his hold on your other leg, letting it gently to the floor, and wrapped his newly free arm around you, pulling you into the most complete back hug you'd ever experienced. You carefully leaned your head towards his, his soft, soap scented hair brushing over your face. It felt as though this moment would last forever, but it was interrupted when you felt your mingled juices flowing down your leg. "Tohma, uhm, I'm... messy," you cooed softly, hoping he would know what you meant. "Right. Let's get you in the bath."
He took you by the hand and led you to the bathroom. He handed you a small cloth, telling you to clean yourself a little before you get in, and began drawing the water. "How hot do you like?" He told him that you usually take very hot baths and showers. He smiled softly and said that very hot water is bad for the skin, but drew it hot enough to steam softly. "How's this?"
It was perfect. He took you by the hands and helped you settle in the water, "Just relax." You settled back and closed your eyes, letting the water work magic on your sore body. The scent of soap tickled your nose, and a soft cloth ran down your neck. It startled you, but his soft voice told you to relax. The cloth rubbed gently over your entire front, with and extra delicate touch over your core, and his soft voice told you to lean forward. One hand supported you while the other washed over your back. "Okay, tip your head back." Tohma gently washed and conditioned your hair, finishing just as the water was beginning to cool. He helped you step out and dried you with the utmost care before leading you back to his room.
"I'm afraid you'll have to borrow some of my pajamas. They'll be big on you, but I don't have anything in your size." He reached into a drawer and pulled out a blue silk set and bade you get dressed while he showered quickly. You dressed and walked to the mirror, preparing to assess how much he had marked your neck. You didn't see earlier because he had his hand over your neck, then you were bent so you couldn't see, and then made you watch him fuck you. You took a deep breath and stepped in front of the mirror and saw.... nothing. Despite all the biting and sucking, there were no marks on your neck.
"Checking for marks?" an amused voice sounded from behind you. You jumped and stammered an embarrassed yes.
"I decided to only mark spaces that can be covered."
".......Why?"
"You're mine. No one else needs to know for it to be true."
"But people are going to notice me coming here... they're going to spread rumors...."
"They won't. I won't allow it. Now, come to bed."
The two of you settled into his plush bed with his crisp linens, and whispered soft good nights. You rolled on your side, facing away from him, only to be pulled tight into being the little spoon. "I'm going to protect you." You hummed softly, nuzzling into his hold with a soft sigh. He kissed the nape of your neck delicately. "You're mine," he whispered against your neck, drawing another hum from you. What he said next nearly stopped your heart-
Jealous MC x Rui story really broke my heart 😭 Could I ask for a really spicy story as consolation for our poor guy? He needs some happiness too. Actually, it could be consolation for us too; it saddens me that he's so flirtatious with others. For them to touch each other; they enter a kind of dream world because of an anomaly, so we can touch each other for a while? Something like that. Yes, let's find solace in each other's bodies in the middle of the mission! I hope this isn't too ridiculous 😥
Decided to make this a follow up to that fic, which I'll link here. A few weeks pass and they get another mission for a sexy opportunity ^^
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Dreaming of Worlds without Curses (Rui x reader NSFW)
You were being sent on a new mission with Obscuary. You were told to treat it like Camp Darkwick. Entering a pocket realm where you could die, but non-fatal injuries weren’t lasting and you wouldn’t lose the possessions you brought or keep the ones you found in that realm.
They never told you that realm was a shared dream controlled by the anomaly you hunted.
Ed was all too happy to sleep his way through a mission. The dead didn’t often dream, and his were rare and unmemorable. Lyca was too restless to sleep until the anomaly interfered and forced him to succumb.
You and Rui were the last two awake, feeling the anomaly’s influence pull you under. He lay several feet away from you, wishing he was closer but unwilling to risk a stray movement bringing your skin into contact with his. The last thing you saw was his tired, worried smile as your heavy eyelids slipped shut.
You awoke in at night market, unsure how you got there. Hanging lanterns illuminated the street side stalls, each selling a variety of crafts, sweets and souvenirs. Grilled meat sizzled and smoked, the yakisoba stall dished out bowl after bowl. The combination of savory foods was mouthwatering. Further down the street, sweets on sticks or wrapped in parchment paper were handed to children and couples.
You looked down to find your clothes were casual and stylish, nothing you remembered buying. It looked more like you were heading to a concert. A cropped black tee with a colorful logo you didn’t recognize, as if the dream focused more on the environment than the finest details, like places and names. Your leggings were black and soft, and you wore comfortable white walking shoes.
Rui gasped when he looked at his own clothing. He was in a sleeveless black turtleneck. A jacket was tied around his waist and he wore stylish jeans and boots. His gloves did little since his skin was exposed, wrist to shoulder.
A passer-by bumped into him and he jerked away. No one collapsed so he assumed they had been wearing sleeves. Looking around, few people were. Most wore short sleeves and tank tops, a disaster waiting to happen.
“Step back, I have to-“ Rui frantically searched for a clear spot away from crowds to don his jacket. His hands, trembling, fumbled with the knot tying his jacket around his waist.
“Excuse me.” A pair of women called to Rui to get his attention. One of them had a hand on his bare arm. He looked at her hand, then at her. She was unharmed. “You look super familiar. Are you from around here?”
“Oh my god,” her friend exclaimed, seeing his shocked reaction. “You’re being too forward again.” She nudged her touchy friend aside, interposing herself closer to Rui. The same overly-friendly look came over her, with a thick veil of false sympathy. “Sorry about my friend.” She also took the opportunity to touch him.
You gave Ed a pleading look. He smiled at you and touched Rui’s arm as well.
“If you need a wingman, I’d be happy to assist.” Ed left space beside Rui for you. He wasn’t affected by the curse either, so it wasn’t only the dream denizens that would be unharmed.
The girls cast a disinterested glance at you, since you hovered close to them.
“Are you guys single?” The first woman asked.
“Actually,” you cut in, wrapping your arm around Rui’s. His eyes were riveted to you as you rubbed his skin with your palm, fighting not to be emotional and throw yourself on him. “This one’s mine.”
Rui huffed, amused and flustered by your possessiveness. It shook him enough for him to regain his faculties and give the women one of his signature dazzling smiles, albeit far more brittle than usual.
“Sorry, ladies. It’s just me and my girlfriend tonight. But my friends would appreciate it of you showed them around?”
“Huh?” Lyca was perplexed by the entire exchange. He looked from you and Rui to the women, doing his best to ignore Ed.
“We would love that,” Ed chimed in.
Rui gave them a friendly wave and dragged you off of the main street, over to a tree in the adjacent park. He pulled you into a desperate embrace.
You had found ways to hug him before. When he was gloved and smothered in so many layers all he felt was the pressure of you clinging to him. He counted his blessings every time he cradled your head to his chest, calming you as you listened to his hammering heartbeat.
That was nothing compared to this. Truly and freely touching him. His face tucked into your neck as he stifled gasps from your lips resting at his neck, over his pulse. You gave his neck a hard suck to let him know if you shared this feeling, it was real. He wouldn’t carry the bruise beyond this dream, but the memories were there to stay.
He sighed and tilted his head to expose more of his neck to you. Gloves came off and were shoved in his pocket, even though he wanted to throw them away. Fingers slipped under your shirt, marveling at the softness of your skin.
You mouthed a wet trail to his jaw, where you grazed his earlobe with your teeth. Rui moaned and kissed you. Your first real kiss, despite months of being together. Being in public was irrelevant, your mouths clashed and tongues danced as if it was all that kept you alive. Your bodies melted into each other, insatiable for all the physical contact you craved since falling for him. That desire demanded satiation now, every instinct crying out for enough of this to banish his curse for good.
One hand was on your back and the other behind your head, he kept you flush against him so you could feel his hardness against your hip. He parted for air only when darkness wreathed his vision. Even then, he kept his forehead pressed against yours, until he nuzzled his nose against your cheek like a cat.
“I need to get you alone.” He choked out the words past the raw need clogging his throat.
“There’s a love hotel down the street.” Ed’s voice came from much too close. You and Rui turned your heads, still keeping as much contact as possible. Your eyes glazed, unfocused in Ed’s direction. You were too distracted by having Rui’s cheek pressed against yours.
“Lyca and I can scout. Unless you’d like a chaperone? Love hotels usually have an extra chair in the corner-“
“Thanks, but no thanks.” Rui cut off the suggestion emphatically. He glanced down the street and spotted the sign with a big heart by a door bathed in black light. “We’ll see you in the morning.” Rui kept firm hold on your hand as he led you that direction.
You were fortunate enough to find some money in your pockets to pay for the night. Rui was restless on the way to your room, practically dragging you along. But you were just as eager, nearly jogging to keep up with his long, brisk strides.
You were against the door as soon as he unlocked it and ushered you in. He was kissing you before it slammed shut, rolling his hips against yours as clothes were stripped away and thrown on the floor. In record time he had you naked. Your leg was wrapped around his hip as the other was between his thighs. You were connected, from your mouths to your feet, where he coiled a leg around the one you balanced on and stroked up your calf with the arch of his foot.
You held each other this way until it hurt to stand. All the while your hands roamed over his back and shoulders, massaging taut muscles to relax. Yet they remained coiled under his skin, all tension points ready to spring.
Rui didn’t stop kissing you until he memorized the shape of your lips from touch alone, the soft contours of your face so he could remold them out of clay when the curse drove you apart again. His hands wandered over your shoulders and down your arms, kisses trailing behind every movement until he settled at your breasts, cupping and sucking them while he ground his length against your core.
How he had needed this. He missed touching someone, pleasuring and being pleasured by someone. It nearly drove him to tear his hair out when it was only meaningless hook-ups he missed.
But when he met you, the curse drove him to new lows of emotional anguish. Not being able to satisfy you scared him. Not being able to use all of his talent and experience and zeal to pleasure you was a cruel irony, but the Reaper himself would have to pry him out of your arms now with the way he lavished his way down your stomach until you tugged his hair to stop him.
“You first.” You twirled to press him against the door and kissed down his chest, lower still until you were face to face with his twitching member. He watched you with eyes burning like amethyst coals.
“It’s going to be fast,” he warned.
“I know.” You kissed his thigh, trailing up to his hip bones and crossed to the other side until he whined low in his throat.
“Please.” His knees buckled when you swirled your tongue around his tip and took him in your mouth. You gripped his hips, hoping to keep him from collapsing on the spot, since his grip on the back of your head didn’t offer much stability. He weakly thrust in your mouth before warm seed shot down your throat. You choked on the volume of his release, backing away to cough without accidentally biting him as more streaked across your face.
He slid down the door to sit on the ground, blinking away his mind-blowing orgasm to assess the damage.
“Oh, cutie, I’m so sorry.” He searched among your discarded clothes for a cloth he could wipe your face with, then around the room for a bottle of water for you to drink.
“It’s okay,” you laughed, clearing your throat.
“Since there’s more to this room than the door, lets make use of the bed.” He beamed at you, wiping away the mess he made in your hair. You led him to the bed, where he pushed you down and resumed his descent down your stomach.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of this.” He took a nip at your thigh, trying to ignore the feast spread before him to tease you until his feral needs took over again.
“Me too. This time it’s different.” You ran a hand through his hair, loving the feeling of his silky blonde locks. You wondered if it would be safe to touch his hair when things returned to normal or if he wouldn’t mind parting with a lock of it for you to keep.
He placed a kiss to the heel of your palm, lovingly keeping his eyes locked on yours. The next kiss was to your core. His mouth was pure magic on your soaked and sensitive nerves. He looked perfectly at home there, eagerly tasting you, letting his tongue thrill you in ways that made your imagination of this moment before now fall utterly short.
Your fingers were laced with his, anchoring you to the bed and his wicked mouth until he needed to free one hand to finger you. You keened on his fingers and tongue until your soul was sent out of your body. He slurped you through an orgasm, relentless until your oversensitivity had you push him away.
Licking his lips, Rui crawled over you, soothing you as you came down from your high. He was hard again, eagerly rutting against your hip while you held each other, taking your time before sharing everything. But he could only wait so long and aligned his tip at your entrance. He never broke the kiss as he lubricated his cock in your slit and pushed inside.
You moaned into his mouth as he wasted no time moving inside you. His thrusts were gentle and deep, a roll of the hips that dragged his cock over your sensitive walls. He pulled out until barely the tip was left inside, then thrust back to his hilt, filling you so well your moans were wanton.
His own sounds were liquid sin. Musical whimpers fell from his lips as he set a steady rhythm, not faltering until you were slick with your juices and his sweat. Whispers of praise and promises matched his frantic pace when he drew close. Your body was heaven to him and it would take many more nights like this to get his sexual stamina back.
He buried himself to the hilt when he finished inside you, fingers circling your clit so you found your second peak seconds after his.
You lay side by side, breathing heavily through the scents of sweat and sex. Rui kissed the top of your head, desire warring with the ominous thoughts of being unable to bask in one another again.
“I don’t ever want to leave. I want to dream with you forever.” He buried his head in the pillow, close enough to you that you’d have to turn to see the stinging tears he fought to keep at bay.
“It’ll happen again. Or we’ll break your curse. Until then, we’ll always have this.”
You had this mission, every morning and night to memorize each others bodies. It was inspiration to search for a cure, because there was no curse that couldn’t be broken. But even a cursed soul’s love could endure.
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Haku’s casual outlook was refreshing amid the doom and gloom your chaotic life often found. Death was around every corner, everyone you knew had faced the kind of loss no one should and emerged transformed. Haku was your constant comfort through it all. The red thread intertwined between your fingers let you know you belonged there, with him.
But sometimes he was too aloof, his jests so casual when he gave mixed signals you worried that thread was fraying. You didn’t realize how frayed your nerves were until a careless, normally harmless remark made your heart sink to the pit of your stomach.
“Is everything a joke to you? Including us?”
Your questions doused him like ice water. His easy smile faltered, citrine eyes widened. He recovered his composure with a sigh.
“I’m taking it too far, aren’t I?”
He had ‘joked’ about a future with you and took it all back like it wasn’t a possibility. He had been watching his step as you ascended the stairs and didn’t see the way your eyes widened, didn’t hear your breath hitch at the dream come true of a future with him, free of Darkwick, spending precious moments of every day in his arms, away from responsibilities and curses and horrors.
He was able to think of it and dismiss it so easily, he may as well have cast you aside in that moment.
“No, no, be honest for once, by all means.” You narrowed his eyes at him, hoping the sting in them was all there would be, that they would remain dry while he spelled out that your heartbreak was inevitable. That the dreams of your future were so brittle they couldn’t even be spoken aloud without shattering.
“Come on, princess. I didn’t deserve that.” You had stopped walking, unsure if you wanted to go anywhere with him anymore. Being alone in the chapel sounded more appealing than being led on by a man you were head over heels for, who you were more serious about than he could ever imagine. Or reciprocate, apparently.
But Haku didn’t do angry, so he approached you like you were a wild dog, offering a hand for you to sniff his intentions. He raised that hand to cup your cheek and pressed you against the railing at the top of the stairs.
“I’m always honest when I say I want you.” His voice was low and sultry. An obvious distraction since Haku didn’t know how to solve his own problems as much as dish out advice to others. He didn’t do angry, you knew that much from his unflappable attitude. But you did, and that, if nothing else, you would have him take seriously.
Traitorous arousal warmed you and you cursed the Pavlovian response to his suggestive intentions. But your hurt won and no offer of pleasure would cover up his mixed signals when he had your whole heart. You pretended to let your guard down so he leaned in for a kiss.
When your arms were around him, they tightened to flip him over the rail and into the bushes. He landed on his back with a grunt and stared at the sky, stunned as you left him to head home.
You didn’t hear from him for hours, until he called you that evening.
“What?” You said.
“So how much trouble am I in?” He sounded uncharacteristically neutral. Still too far on the lighthearted side for your liking. You could almost hear that he was wearing that same stupid, handsome smile.
“Why would you be in trouble? You just said we have no future together. I should be grateful for your transparency.” You spat the last word for the joke that it was. Haku was one of the least transparent people you knew, but you thought you had seen enough of his vulnerability to get a proper read on him. More likely you put on blinders and focused on the traces of wishful thinking you could get from his ambiguity.
“I would never say that.”
“Not outright, because that would mean the sex would stop. That’s all you’re in this for, aren’t you? The goal for every date, the solution to every problem. The whole fucking reason you brought me here in the first place.”
“Open the door.”
You paused mid-rant at his stern command. Confused, you went to the door and peeked out of it.
He was there, phone to his ear, other hand in his pocket. A hard glint in his eye. Pursed lips in a straight line.
He was angry.
And you realized how much you wanted this.
You hung up and opened the door the rest of the way. Haku pocketed his phone and waited for your next move. He glanced over your shoulder like he wanted to come inside.
“How’s your ass?” Your blocked his entrance, arms folded.
“Thorny,” he said humorlessly.
That made you crack a smile. His gaze softened, but he shared none of your amusement.
“Want to let me in so we can talk?”
You didn’t want to hear his excuses, his backtracking. More vague promises until he could touch you and make your anger melt away. Because it would. Easily. He played you with the ease of his flute and you didn’t want the tune to end, but they always did. And he was probably growing sick of the same song.
“What’s the point?” Your voice came out weaker than you meant, choked with emotions that had festered since your last conversation. “You already made it clear we’re never going to last.”
Haku lunged to come face to face with you, until you had to lean back to see him fully. He grabbed your arms to keep you from moving away from him.
“Because you’re dying, not because I don’t love you.”
You were struck by the painful squeeze of his hands on you, by his shouting, by his confession. He was always leisurely and calm. You stared at him, doe-eyed and speechless. He loosened his grip and took a deep breath to steady himself. One hand slid down to grasp yours and the other ran through his hair before he continued.
“I brought you here to save you, but I still don’t know how. When I don’t know where to look for answers, I just want to spend what time I can with you. If I focus too much on the physical side, it’s because if I pass it up, I’ll regret it. I’d wait forever if we had that much time to ourselves.” Haku’s smile returned, a sorrowful shadow of his usual charm. His face grew blurry through your tears.
You didn’t need the reminder that you were dying. You spent all your waking time running away from that thought. Running to him, because with him it felt like time froze to make room for your love to grow. But it didn’t, and he was the one painfully aware of it. He had his own way of dealing with it, of trying to steel himself for the loss to minimize how deep that hurt would be. And you were selfishly dragging it to the surface.
“Haku, I’m-“
“Hush. I know.” He pulled you into a hug and let you tuck your head into his neck. “Me too.”
You held each other on your doorstep, breathing in the evening air as the sun continued its descent.
“Still want to come inside?” You asked.
“Always.”
You led him in and shut the door. He waited for you to guide him further, willing to go along if you wanted to cuddle on the couch or discuss the finer points of ice cream flavors. But you didn’t want to talk. You wanted to make it up to him in ways you knew he understood.
Because he was right. Every moment not spent with him, in his arms felt like a waste. You led him to the couch and straddled him.
“Is this what you want?” He rolled his hips into you as he asked to make sure, never willing to turn you down unless you were hesitant.
“Always.”
Haku chuckled.
“Glad I’m not the only one who can’t get enough.” He pulled you into a kiss by the back of your neck. The hours you spent without him only stoked your need to feel him. Clothes were stripped away until you were in his lap in nothing but wet panties. His underwear had an impressive wet patch on his bulge where you teased him.
“I wouldn’t mind still being in a little trouble, you know.”
“Oh, you are.” You got off of him and pushed him down so he was lying on his back. The panties came off and you sat on his face. His hands were on your hips, pulling you down so you would settle your weight on him. “Now spell you’re sorry until I cum on your face.”
A puff of air hit your core when he laughed, and his tongue immediately followed. He stroked your clit with his silver tongue, spelling out the magic words and making you forget everything but the way he pleasured you. He never slowed down his erratic licking and you wondered if he really was still spelling the words. You would ask once you finished, you decided as you angled your hips to ride his mouth and chin.
You cried out his name as your cum dripped down his face. He was unwilling to let go when you shifted to get off of him, but you managed to detach yourself when you squeezed his aching cock.
“In case you ever wondered, 27 I’m sorry’s is what it takes for you to cum.” Haku wiped his chin and kissed you, pinning you in his lap. “How many does it take for you to forgive me?”
“Less than that,” you laughed, still giddy from your bliss.
“Good.”
You lowered his underwear and sunk down on his length. His head rolled back as his cock was enveloped in your perfect heat.
“I’ll never get enough of you.” He lifted his head to meet your gaze and you took a moment to admire him. How eyes were heavy lidded with pleasure, molten gold filled with love you shouldn’t have doubted. You deserved this. He deserved this. Every day for a long and happy life. The future he described returned to you, and your throat tightened over how much you still wanted it. A sorrowful shadow dimmed the vibrant desire in him. He smacked your ass to stir you out of your heavy thoughts.
“None of that, princess. Not now.”
“Since when does the knight start giving orders?” You smiled at him and bounced on his cock.
“When it’s for your own good.” Haku reached over the side of the couch to brace himself while you rode him. He rocked his hips into you, managing to easily find your most sensitive spots and have your legs shaking. When you could hardly keep your rhythm, he flipped you and pinned you beneath him. Your knees bent back so he thrust into you at the perfect angle that stole your breath from your lungs and made you chant his name for the gods to envy.
He fucked you like every thrust bought you more time. Time to spend with him, to build a home, to have the love you dreamt about since your first crush. Because you’d found it.
You found it in the way he made you smile, in how effortless your talks late into the night were, the showers with him lathering suds into your hair, making messes in the kitchen and being plowed into your couch cushions when you spent a few hours apart, pretending you weren’t thinking of each other.
He thrust straight through his orgasm that filled you and dripped onto the couch. It wasn’t enough. It never would be. His face was flushed and glowing from the sheen of sweat from his relentless rutting. When his own thighs were trembling and he was at the brink of his second peak, he caught his breath as well as he could manage.
“Love you, princess. Don’t ever doubt that.”
“I won’t. Love you too, Haku.”
His eyes softened a moment before his release. He buried his groan in your shoulder, folding you to take his seed as deep as it could go. You were sure you’d be leaking him for days, long after he stuffed you with fresh loads, because it was rare you could go long without having him inside you again.
You pushed the hair that clung to his forehead aside, content to look at him until exhaustion claimed you so you could dream of him. He settled behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling a blanket over you when you got cold.
The last thing you were aware of before you fell asleep was him pressing a kiss to your shoulder after a quiet prayer for him to keep you for good.
Synopis: You realize that you don’t have a lot of time left, and while you don’t have enough time to have a deep romantic relationship, you would still like to experience physical intimacy. After some reflection, you decide who you want to share it with.
Contents: afab anatomy, oral, PIV, fingering, cream pie, multiple orgasms, very messy sex fluids, gloves, sex in multiple places, irritated roommate, pervert Haru
Smut below the cut, minors do not interact!
You returned to Clementia, exhausted, after another long series of rotten days. Getting yelled at, being belittled, running thankless errands, trying to keep up in classes that you keep missing because you’re going on missions that don’t get you any closer to finding a way to break your curse- it was just too much. You groan as you enter the strange sanctuary that is the defunct dorm you live in, kicking your shoes off haphazardly and nearly tripping over them. You trudged up the stairs to your room and lazily threw your bag on the floor and dropped onto your bed. You need a bath. A nice long, hot bath to wash the awful week you’ve been having away.
A trail of discarded clothes followed you to the bathroom, where you were drawing a brain-meltingly hot bath and adding your favorite bubbles and oils. The inviting scent of tea and lavender already began to soothe your nerves. You slipped into the almost-too-hot water and tried to clear your mind. While the problems did start to fade a little, other concerns worked their way in. Your friends outside Darkwick- how are they? Do they even remember you, or did they get Mesmer matched? Will you even remember anything about them after you turn? You’ve never even really dated before coming to Darkwick. It just never seemed important, but now it’s another item in your long list of regrets. As you let that last item linger, you found yourself wondering what another person would feel like as your hands wandered your body, with one settling on your breast and the other finding its way between your legs.
How different would it feel to have someone else touching your breasts? You shivered as you squeezed your nipple and massaged your breast. You began tracing circles on your clit, imagining all the ways that it might be different to have another person touching you, and the way that they would feel against you. How would their body feel? You slipped your fingers into your fluttering cunt, gasping at the feeling of being filled. You fucked yourself with increasingly frenzied energy, using the heel of your palm to rub your clit as you pumped your fingers in and out. Your mind then started picturing the ghouls- who would you even feel comfortable doing anything like this with? The coil that had been winding in your pussy snapped, throwing you into a pitching and shaking orgasm, and you screamed his name.
Haru Sagara.
He was a little weird, but he had always been sweet to you and he is a deeply caring person. Surely he would treat you well and be understanding of your situation? But…. Would he even have time? Doesn’t hurt to ask, right?
You spent the next several days trying to summon the nerve to talk to him about this, even though you had seen him several times after making the decision. After classes, you decided to bite the bullet. The worst he can say is no, but he won’t be cruel in that case. Things might be a little weird, but he’s such an understanding, sweet person that it won’t ruin the friendship.
“Hey Haru! I was wondering if you had some time free today?”
“Hi Y/N! I just finished chores, so I have some time now, if that works for you.”
Over the course of the walk to Jabberwock, your feet felt heavier by the step,and it was made worse by your legs feeling weaker at the same rate. You were rehearsing ways to broach the topic as you dragged yourself to his house. You knew that you couldn’t just drop the “I want to have sex with you” bomb on him, but how in the world to you introduce that subject without sounding gross was, as yet, a mystery to you. You were so lost in your thoughts that you walked right past Haru without seeing him. He greeted you, making you nearly jump out of your skin and scream.
“Hi y/n! Those must be some pretty deep thoughts, gahaha!”
“Oh, h-hi, Haru. Yeah, I guess I have a lot on my mind,” you mumbled in a shaky voice. You decided that there was no way to approach your request that wasn’t going to be at least a lot awkward, so you might as well just go for it. “Is there somewhere we can talk alone?”
Haru looked a little concerned, but said that the two of you should be able to talk privately near the storage shed near one of the paddocks. Ren never leaves his room if he can help it, and Towa is usually in the caves or under a tree on the other side of the grounds. The two of you wander over, making casual conversation along the way. He opened the shed door so you could at least be out of the sun while you talked. “So, what’s on your mind?” He had his usual sunny smile plastered on his face, but you could see just the tiniest hint of worry hiding behind it.
“Uh, well, you don’t need to worry. It’s nothing bad or anything,” you started, hoping to ease his worry, “but, I’m… running out of time.” He put his hand on your shoulder and reminded you that there is still time, so you shouldn’t give up. Your breath hitched slightly, and you leaned your face onto his hand. “I know this is a weird thing to ask, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to say yes, but I’ve never really… dated anyone…” you trailed off, staring at the floor. “Are you asking me… to… be your boyfriend?” he asked, confusion and caution evident in his question.
“Well, I know that I don’t really have enough time left for a relationship,” you whimpered, “But I still want to try, you know, um, things…” Your face had to be blazing as bright as the sun. It certainly felt as hot, and being inside the hot shed wasn’t helping matters. You were covered in sweat and starting to feel light headed from the heat and your nerves. Haru trailed his hand up from your shoulder to cup your cheek. He turned your face so you would look at him. The shock was all over his face. His silver eyes were wide and his mouth was ever so slightly open. “Are you-? Do you-? I-I-I?” He stammered, trying to ask you what you meant, but only sputtering sentence fragments and bewildered sounds. Your voice broke, “You don’t have to say yes. I understand if you don’t want to. I just, uhm, trust you, and-”
Your words were cut off by him pulling you tight, and plunging you into deep, hungry kiss that felt like a lifetime of yearning was finally being acknowledged. You had no idea how muscled or how strong he was. You had only seen him in his jumpsuit, so his body was a complete mystery. His lips were soft and full of need. You gasped at suddenly being so wrapped up in him, and he took that opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue. You gently trailed your hand around the back of his neck, threading your fingers through his soft, sweat damp hair. Without meaning to, you moaned so quietly that it was almost silent. He broke the kiss off, and stared deep into your eyes. His eyes were like moonlight, heavy and full of desire. “If this is what you want,” he panted, “Yes, I will.” You hummed a soft yes, and that was all the answer he needed.
“Jump,” he whispered against your neck. You complied, confused, and squeaked when you caught you around your hips. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he panted before diving back into your kiss. He pressed your back against the warm, wooden wall. It was a little scratchy, but you didn’t care. He was greedily devouring you and grinding his hardening cock against your already soaking wet pussy. Your head was spinning as his intensity increased. “Y/n, you’re shaking. Are you okay?” You murmured a shy yes, but that you’re a little nervous. “I’ll take care of you,” he promised against your lips, “I’ll do my best.” You were a little confused by the second part, but didn’t dwell on it.
He carried you to a stack of grain bags that were under a canvas tarp and laid you down on them. He slowly ran his fingertips down from your face to your breasts, where he caressed and squeezed them as he ran his fingers over your nipples. It felt like a lightening bolt shot through you, straight to your fluttering, sopping wet cunt. You felt him smile against your lips and suppress a laugh, “Gahaha, that’s good?” “Mhm,” you murmured, aching for more. You wrapped your legs tighter around his slim waist, pulling him closer so you could grind on him more. In response, he rutted forward, stealing a squeak from your throat. He began clumsily working on your shirt buttons as he kissed your neck and steadily rubbed his cock against you through the jumpsuit you were currently cursing.
As soon as he conquered your shirt, he peppered your chest and stomach in voracious kisses and bites, and slipped his hand under your skirt. He slipped his thumb under your drenched panties and rubbed it back and forth over your slit until you gasped and twitched. “Gahaha, gotcha!” His commentary was odd, but then again, he is odd. It’s part of why you like him. He worked gentle circles around your soft spot making your legs shake and drawing little mewling whines from you. The leather of his glove felt weird against your heat, but you didn’t dislike it. “H-Haruu. Your gloves… wet…” you panted, “It’ll… soak in. In a very un-Haru-like voice, he groaned, “Good. I can enjoy your scent again later.” Your eyes flicked down to him, only to meet his brilliant silver eyes staring at you hungrily. You swallowed hard, your nerves returning to remind you of what exactly you’re doing and that you really have to clue how to do it.
Still watching you, he hooked his thumb around the crotch on your panties and pulled them down over your quaking thighs. Haru then rubbed two fingers over and through your folds, gathering your juices before sliding them into you. Your walls clenched around him as you adjusted to the unfamiliar feeling. His fingers were bigger and longer than your own, and the leather created an odd, but very enjoyable, friction. You let out a breathy moan as he slowly dragged them in and out of your pussy. He curled his fingers forward ever so slightly, hitting your g spot and making your back arch as you grabbed his hair. “H-Haaru! That feels-!”
He had a knack for cutting your words off. As you were starting to tell him how good it feels, he lightly swiped his tongue over your throbbing clit. A small scream ripped from your throat. He was going to drive you over the edge, and fast. Your little scream spurred him on, now fully latching on with his plush lips and gently sucking and flicking his tongue on it. Your thighs tensed and shook, clamping around his head. He made a sound that might have been a very muffled laugh. The burning coil that was building in your pussy and stomach was dangerously close to snapping. Your every breath came in short, panting whines and you shook uncontrollably. Every muscle was tense in anticipation of the break. “Ha- I!”
The coil snapped.
Your body convulsed with the force of the electric waves pulsing through you, emanating from your core as Haru fucked and licked you through it. You panted and shrieked, twisting your fingers through Haru’s now sweat soaked hair and grinding your heat on his lips. You briefly looked down to see his eyes, still open, smiling at you as he fucked you out. The electric vibrations in your limbs were slowing, but the buzzing in your head from the release had fully taken hold of your faculties. You managed to get ahold of the collar of his jumpsuit so you could pull him away from your oversensitive pussy, but not before you got one final long sweep over your clit with his silky tongue. He wiped his glistening face with his sleeve, and only then did you notice that there was a large wet spot on the front of his jumpsuit where you had been grinding on him earlier. You felt a little embarrassed about it, but when he caught you looking, he softly told you that it isn’t all yours. He has a hair trigger, and you’ve already fired him twice.
You were stunned because he never showed any signs of hitting his own peak. “Wha…? W-when?” you asked, absolutely bewildered. “While we were grinding on each other and as you came,” he said casually, as though you were talking about the weather. “Don’t worry,” he said with a grin and a chuckle, “I recover fast.” You didn’t know what to say, so you just pulled him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. The flavor was like nothing you had encountered before. You were a little uncomfortable with tasting yourself, but you wanted more at the same time. With a shaking hand, you reached for the zipper on Haru’s bright orange jumpsuit. He caught your wrist and told you that the jumpsuit stays on. You nodded and pulled the tab down.
His torso, or what you could see anyway, was very muscular, sculpted by many hours working in the safari park. The was a little bit of dark scarring on the right side of his chest- probably why he didn’t want to take everything off. You kissed a slow line down from his lips to the band of his damp underwear. “Can I?” you asked shyly. Haru swallowed hard and nodded. It’s his to turn to be nervous, apparently.
It took some clumsy fumbling to move his underwear out of the way while he was still in his jumpsuit, but you managed. His cock was a beautiful blushy beige with a rosy tip and it curved slightly upward. He wasn’t huge, but he was still going to stretch you a little. You gave the tip a kitten lick, getting a taste of his cum. Another weird taste that you weren’t sure how to feel about. When you licked the head more fully, with the flat of your tongue, Haru drew a sharp breath and ran his fingers through his hair, now pasted to his face and neck by sweat. You looked up at him, seeing that he is flushed darkly and drenched in sweat. Keeping contact with his mercury eyes, you twirled your tongue around the edge of the head before taking it into your mouth. He gasped and shook a little, and choked out a question: “Where do you want me to finish?” You just took him further into your mouth in response, and only seconds later he exploded. The shots of hot semen hitting your throat made you choke, but you swallowed it down and smiled up at him when he pulled his still throbbing, hard cock out of your mouth. “Lie back,” he whispered in a gentle voice.
“Are you ready?”
The question hit you like a bucket of cold water. “Mhm,” you murmured, nodding your head almost imperceptibly. Haru pushed your trembling thighs apart, situating himself between them. He rubbed his cock head up and down between your folds, tickling your clit and kissing your entrance. He locked his misty grey eyes on yours, and asked if you’re sure. You nodded again, though it could have been mistaken as a shiver. He lined himself up with your heat and slowly pushed in, bottoming out in one thrust.
The stretch was uncomfortable, but the feeling of fullness that followed was bliss. He leaned forward, lacing your fingers between his and kissing you passionately. “Y/n, I’m really glad you came to me,” he whispered as though telling a secret, “I’m glad you trust me with this.” You kissed him back and tightened your legs around him, slowly rocking your hips against his. “Me, too.”
After a few more moments of being simply wrapped in each other, whispering little sweet things back and forth, he drew a long, slow thrust. Your fingers tightened around his and you cried out, loudly moaning his name. He pressed his forehead against yours, breathing sweetly against your lips and thrust faster. You screamed, begging him not to stop. The tension was building in you, and he was hitting all the right spots with merciless precision. Haru moaned your name, telling you how good you feel, and that you’re so tight and wet he can barely hold back. “You don’t have to,” you cried, each word punctuated with the slap of skin on skin.
Without warning, Haru quickly pulled out and came on your stomach and chest. No wonder you choked. He came in thick ropes that shot halfway up your body. As soon as he stopped shooting, he immediately buried his cock in your throbbing cunt, pulling a wail from you to rival a banshee. He let go of one of your hands, instead holding your hip to steady you as he fucked you harder and faster.
It was indescribable. Each thrust sent showers of sparks and electricity shimmering through your entire body, and were fanning the flames burning in your pussy. You cried his name, loudly enough to startle some of the nearby animals, and you cradled his face with your free hand. Haru groaned loudly into your hand and bottomed out. His thrusting stayed deep, but was fast and short. The change was all it took to push you over again, and your vision went white. The way he fucked you had him hitting all of your soft spots almost constantly, and you exploded loudly and forcefully. You screamed his name as shockwaves of fire and pleasure shot out from your core into the rest of your body. Your hand clenched on his as your pussy pulsed and squeezed his cock. “Y/n, I’m… going… where?” he yelled, his own heat taking over. “Don’t stop,” you whined, still riding the waves of your orgasm. Haru groaned sharply and lurched slightly as he came, never stopping, or even slowing, as he fucked you out.
Once you started to have a little mental clarity again, you realized that you were painfully thirsty and hot. You stammered out a barely intelligible request for water, and were surprised when he laughed and told you to hold on tight.
Bahnti!
You held onto him like a koala as he rocketed the two of you to the dorm. The comparative cool of the dorm gave you a deep shiver, being covered in sweat and coming from a storage shed in the summer sun. He deposited you gently on his bed and told you to wait there. He returned seconds later with a large container of cold water and poured you a glass. You drank a little too quickly and gave yourself brain freeze. “Gahaha, there’s no need to drink that fast! You’ll upset your stomach!”
Stomach. Right. You took another sip of your water and took a look at your chest and stomach. You were smeared in a blend of sweat and semen, and some dust from the shed, the run, or maybe both. Haru was equally dirty, though most of it was on his jumpsuit. “We’re both filthy,” you laughed. “Yeah, but I think we can do better. I have some soap that claims to get all stains out. I want to see if I paid too much,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, still open wide enough to show the shimmering moonlight hue. “Your eyes are really pretty, you know. I never really got to see it before now.” Haru just smiled and kissed your forehead.
“How are you feeling?”
“Much better. I didn’t realize how hot it was in the shed until now.”
“Feeling up for some more?”
More? This man’s endurance is something else. It didn’t really surprise you, given how much he does every day without little to no help, but you hadn’t really considered how it might affect this. “Can I finish my water first?” you asked with a laugh., “I don’t think I have any fluids left in me.” Haru grinned wide and laughed. “Gahaha! I can help with that.”
You had barely set your glass on the bedside table before he was on you, kissing and caressing you tenderly, barely hiding the feral desire that was already beginning to boil up from within him. He stopped suddenly and told you to close your eyes. Not the weirdest thing that’s happened so far today, so sure. “No peeking.” “I won’t.” You heard the sound of fabric rustling and zippers pulling. Your curiosity was picking at you, but you didn’t want to be disrespectful. “Okay, you can look.”
Haru had pulled a long sleeve shirt on and removed everything else. “It’s more comfortable,” he said with an awkward smile. You just smiled and opened your arms to him, not wanting to pry when he was clearly self conscious. He laid down between your legs and paused again. “We should probably get you out of your clothes. You can’t go anywhere with them like that, anyway.” You hummed in response and wiggled yourself out of your shirt and uniform jacket, and Haru busied himself with your skirt. Your panties were still somewhere out in the shed, probably never to be seen again. The breeze from the fan prickled across your newly exposed skin, giving you goosebumps and making your nipples hard. He immediately wrapped his lips around one, sucking and licking it, and slipped his fingers between your folds. You gasped sharply with a slight squeak at how sensitive you still are, despite taking a few minutes to breathe.
That was encouragement to Haru. Every gasp, moan, and scream was fuel on his fire, and he was still blazing from before. He sucked harder on your nipple and flicked his tongue back and forth over it, and the instant your back arched he plunged his fingers firmly into your core. You yelped and grabbed the sheets before melting into a puddle of wanton lust, moaning his name as he pounded his fingers in and out. His thumb massaged firm circles on your overstimulated nub as his fingers hooked on your g spot. You were quivering, somewhere between breaking and cumming. It was too much, but you needed more. The inferno raging in you needed fuel before it could burn out in a cataclysmic explosion.
“Fuck, ah, Ha-“ you cried as the headboard started thumping on the wall. You felt hot fluid splatter on your leg. He came again, but somehow still wasn’t slowing. “Ha-ru! Please! I need you!” Without missing a beat, he pulled his fingers out and thrust his twitching, rock hard cock in one smooth motion and bottomed out, crying your name loudly as he did. He wrapped his arms around your hips, pulling you into an almost seated position in his lap and then got onto his knees. This new position let him get deeper, and you were seeing stars. You had tunnel vision, and all you could see was him as he pounded deep in you as the two of you moaned and cried out, the headboard acting as the drum in the song you were creating. You were right on the tipping point when-
*BANG BANG BANG* “QUIT BEING SO LOUD, YOU CLOWN!”
Your orgasm was ruined by a very irritated Ren beating on the wall, telling you to shut up. You and Haru shared a quiet, embarrassed laugh before he lifted you into his lap. “I have an idea. Wrap your legs around me.” You did as you were told, and Haru pressed you against the wall opposite of the very annoyed roommate. “How flexible are you?”
You were dumbfounded. “I don’t know. Decently, I guess?” Haru gripped one of your legs tightly, and pulled the other upward, over his shoulder. “Is this okay? If it hurts we can try something else.” You told him that it’s a little awkward, but it doesn’t hurt. He smiled and covered your mouth before thrusting hard, catching your scream with the leather glove that still had your juices soaked into it. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder, just short of completely silencing his own sounds. He resumed the fever pitch that had gotten you so close to the edge before, the sound of skin rapidly slapping on skin now being the loudest noise you were making. You clung to him frantically, digging your nails into his back, and screaming into his hand.
The tension was in a rapid crescendo, and you were close to breaking. Each thrust fired jolts of electricity from your core, out through your limb and extremities, and poured more weight behind the dam that was threatening to burst. Your eyes were watering with your visceral need for release, and you sobbed and screamed against his hand. Your body had a mind of its own, trying to grind on Haru as he fucked you. It was everything you had to hold onto him, both of you drenched in sweat and smeared in semen. He pulled his face off of your shoulder just enough to frantically pant out that he was about to cum. You screamed a near silent yes into his hand, and the world went black.
The crash hit you like a tsunami. Wave after wave ripped through you, receding only to be hit by another and another, each pulled from your core with each thrust as he bottomed out repeatedly. The sound of slapping skin was joined by an incredibly loud, wet sound that Haru was churning from your dripping pussy. The crushing wave tearing through you made you see stars and your brain sizzled from the heat he fucked into you. Every muscle in your body flexed and spasmed as though you were lifting the universe. You were completely blissed and fucked out, irritated roommate be damned.
Haru was in the middle of a riptide as well. The instant your pussy seized around him, he couldn’t hold back. His cock fired shot after shot of hot, thick cum into your pulsing cunt in time with the throbbing of his body tensing and releasing. You were over full at this point, and his emissions, mixed with your juices, were running down his cock and dripping onto the floor. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hip, trying for all he was worth to keep ahold of you a his body started going weak from this final release. Finally spent, he pulled out with a shudder and kissed your forehead.
He uncovered your mouth and slipped your leg off his shoulder, allowing you to put your toes on the floor. A small river ran down your leg when you did. It felt obscene, but you loved it. Once your foot was firmly back on solid, albeit wet, ground, Haru pressed his forehead to yours, joining you in blissed out silence. For a time, neither of you spoke or moved, but instead just enjoyed the soft moment. “Here,” he whispered against your forehead, sweeping you into his arms. He laid you back onto his bed and poured you another glass of water. “You probably need this,” he crooned, with a kiss to your cheek. He pulled his jumpsuit over his lower half and left the room, leaving you dazed and sleepy. He returned moments later with another jumpsuit and some towels. “Something for you to wear until your clothes are done washing. The bathroom is the next door down. We both need showers, gahaha!”
He wasn’t exaggerating. You hadn’t gotten a good look at him since he changed, but now our could see that he was covered from the neck down in a blend of fluids, ranging from completely clear to slightly milky, and his hair was completely pasted to his head. You could only imagine that you were in a similar state. Back to his usual chipper voice and closed smiling eyes, he said that he’s going to start the laundry and you should go shower. “Will you come with me?” you asked shyly. “It’s too small for two people, gahaha! I’ll shower when you’re done. I need to get these sheets, so you’ll have to stay down in the main room until they’re done. You nodded dizzily and rose to go to the shower.
You felt much more like yourself again after the shower, albeit a little sore and tired. Haru kissed your forehead and handed you another glass of water when you came downstairs before darting up to take one of his own. You dropped onto the couch and lazily pulled your phone out of the slightly itchy jumpsuit pocket. You mindlessly scrolled your socials, ignoring the sound of a door from the hall above you. It wasn’t until you heard a strange sound from the bottom of the stairs that you took any notice.
It was a very red faced Ren, staring in total shock and horror at you in your borrowed jumpsuit. You briefly made eye contact. Your face felt hot, and you wanted nothing more than to vanish into the couch. He immediately broke eye contact and scurried to the kitchen, muttering something about “the worst” and “that clown.” You suppressed a laugh in spite of yourself and dozed off, listening to Ren’s irritated mutterings about harassment and inappropriate behavior.
You awoke with a start when Haru shook your shoulder and called your name. You must have been asleep for a while, if the fading light coming in the window was any indication.
“Oh no! What time is it?! How long was I alsleep?!”
“You’ve only been asleep for about an hour. The laundry is nearly done drying. I guess I really wore you out, gahahaha!”
“It looks so much later,” you said sleepily. Then you remembered- Ren. He knows. He heard you two and saw you lying on the couch. “Haru…. Ren isn’t going to tell anyone, right? He knows that we were, you know…”
“Nah, I think he’s too embarrassed to say he heard it, gahaha! He completely shuts down over anything like that!”
You were still uneasy and a little embarrassed, but you could only take Haru’s word and hope for the best. The dryer buzzer sounded, startling you out of your skin. He darted off and brought your clothes, warm and smelling of a soft clean soapy scent. After dressing, Haru told you that he tried to find your panties so he could wash them for you, but they’re long gone. “Probably taken by an anomaly, if I had to guess. I’ll have to be careful to not make your skirt fly up when I take you home, gahahaha!” Your stomach lurched at the idea of an anomaly having your panties, and again at the idea of your skirt flying up and showing everyone nearby that you aren’t wearing anything underneath.
“Thank you, Haru, for everything today. You really… wow.” That last word caught in your throat. You were inexplicably feeling shy again, and saying anything detailed felt too lewd.
“Gahahaha! I should be thanking you! I never really had time, so sharing this with you means a lot!”
“Wait- you never… either?”
“Nope! I knew how, but never did it myself.”
Your jaw dropped. You had no words. “But- you! You were so good!”
“I know where all the parts are, so I just had to give it a shot, gahaha!” He smiled wide at you. “You weren’t so bad yourself!”
You had no idea how to react, so you just fell quiet and dazed. “You okay?” He looked at you, concerned, his grey eyes opened ever so slightly. “Yeah,” your voice quivered, “it’s just a lot, you know?” He pulled you into a wordless embrace, brushing your hair away from your face with feathery light touches. You felt safe, and, in spite of yourself, huffed a tiny sob. “I’m sorry,” you whined between little sobs, “ ‘m just a little overwhelmed. I’m notupsetandwe’reo-” you started to babble when Haru softly shushed you. “Don’t apologize. You have a lot going on.” He kissed the top of your head and rocked with you while you composed yourself. “I don’t want you to think I’m getting rid of you, but I have to start evening chores soon. I’d like to take you back to your dorm though.” You sniffled and nodded against his chest.
As you reached the edge of Jabberwock, he teased again that he was going to use his stigma to get you home faster, but he wasn’t sure he could keep your skirt down. You laughed uncomfortably, and he assured you that he was only joking. You walked casually back toward your dorm, talking about nothing in particular. Every time a just of wind blew through, you smoothed the back of your skirt for fear it had blown up and you were exposed for all to see.
When you arrived, he asked to come in for a moment. “Really, only a moment!” he exclaimed when you gave him a wry smile. As soon as the door closed behind you, he swept you into a tight hug, your hearts beating fast against each other. “I really did have a great day with you,” he murmured, letting you see the slightest sliver of the moons in his eyes, “I’d like to do it again sometime, if you want.” He brushed his lips over yours, holding your gaze. “I never thought I’d have a chance with you, and I’d like to see where this- we- go.” He cupped your cheek, tracing his thumb softly back and forth. Your breath caught. “I’d like that,” you sighed before pulling him into an emotion-filled kiss, softly running your fingers through his fiery red hair.
“It’s a date then?”
“Yeah.”
You felt a slight throb against your stomach. This man is like a rabbit, you thought to yourself. “Yeah,” he huffed a slight laugh, as though reading your mind. “I better go before I make myself late, gahaha!” You kissed each other one last time, and he took off like a shot.
Once he was safely out of sight, he took a deep sniff of his gloved fingers. Your musk still lingered like a heavy incense, making his cock twitch. When he returned to the Jabberwock grounds, and was completely alone, he pulled the real prize from his pocket- your “lost” panties. He held them in his perfumed glove and breathed you in. It was intoxicating. Before he knew what he was doing, he was already freeing himself from his jumpsuit. Your underwear were still damp, being so soaked earlier in the day. Haru sucked on the crotch of them, savoring your taste again as he breathed through his glove. He stroked and squeezed his cock just like your pussy had done earlier. His hand was nowhere near as satisfying, but it still served to wind the spring in his stomach. He moaned your name into the cotton of your panties, using them like a makeshift gag. He wasn’t going to last long. He never did, but it was about to be a lot more fun.
Elias and corruption link please please please please please please
Didn’t mean for this to take so long! I haven’t forgotten you, just really wanted to do Elias justice >.< He’s a sussy boi and this fits him perfectly. I didn’t mean to make him borderline yandere (it isn’t, he’s just a bit creepy and possessive, bcuz Elias o.o ) but its not too much. Hope it was worth the wait <3
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From the moment Elias first saw you, he could hardly take his eyes off you. Rumors circulated about the Honor Student, so he was able to recognize you even at first sight. You were cuter than they gave you credit for. Diligent, despite having to wrangle all of the ghouls at any given time. He soon wondered what you were like in your down time. The kinds of friends you made, what kind of life you had outside of Darkwick.
If a man like him could run through your mind like you ran through his. What made you tick. What it would take for him to coax different reactions from you. Would you be willing to let him taste your sweetness, once he allowed you to see a glimpse of his desires? Would his many talents thrill you, or would they scare you away since his hands were so practiced? Had you faced the hunger of a man like him before, a creeping vine that started at your feet and worked its way up past your thighs.
Elias rolled a wet lollipop stick on his tongue. All of the sugar had dissolved and the paper was unravelling. The motion helped him focus on you being walked home by Jiro, presumably after a checkup. He envied your physicians. How lucky they were to study your body, to tell you what you needed in order to stay healthy. If only he had been assigned to Darkwick General under Professor Nicholas. He’d find a way to have you as his patient. Those Mortkranken ghouls wasted the opportunity. Too focused on the horizon to see the pretty flower right in front of them.
But he was no med student. He was barely a janitor at first, using the position to snoop around. He only got good at cleaning because he needed to be convincing on his stakeouts and eavesdrops. Only later did he come to find the repetitive motions relaxing, reminding him of being at home, taking care of his mother and cleaning up after her.
Perhaps that was the root of his problem. Where it all began. He missed having someone to cherish, to care for. Having a non-familial dependent, reliant on his talents, addicted to his touch, was a fantasy he didn’t really question until now. Even still, knowing its origin made little difference.
He wanted to pin you against his wall like a little butterfly and watch those pretty wings flutter.
You might be maimed after, part of your wings clipped after he was done with you. But all that meant was you would return to him to make you whole again. To cover that patch of broken wing while his fingers were laced with yours and he fucked you against the looking glass so you knew exactly why he put you on display.
You were lovely. Delicate. It made him possessive, he couldn’t help it. Nor did he want to. There was a dark part of every man that wanted to pin down anyone worth keeping. He found that in you.
He didn’t get to go on missions with you, since he was on probation. That thrilling life-or-death bond created in the field eluded him. But he found that he did want to frighten you, just a little. Long enough to be both the source of your apprehension and your relief once you saw it was only him, with his sickly sweet smiles and sweetly sick thoughts.
He needed Jiro out of the way, first. He waited, watching from afar as Jiro went as far as your doorstep, waiting for you to unlock the door. Then he followed you inside.
The lollipop stick fell into the grass. Now this, he wasn’t expecting. Perhaps the Mortkranken ghouls weren’t letting all opportunities slip through their fingers.
And perhaps you weren’t as innocent as you seemed.
Heat flooded his body, surging in his cheeks, his chest, his groin. Even his back began to sweat. The fierce jealousy and jilted lust at the idea of looking into your window to find you in bed with that massive ghoul. One of the few who was taller than Elias, could stretch you out in ways he wished only he could, with strength that likely surpassed his.
Elias took a deep breath and crossed the street to approach the chapel. He gingerly stepped around its perimeter, listening for voices, be they speaking or moaning. He found you near the back of the chapel and strained to listen in.
Your words were hard to make out and there were long periods of silence.
“Did you get it?” You asked.
“Not yet.” Jiro said.
“Do you need help?” You asked after a long pause.
“No. This is why you asked me here, isn’t it? Relax and let me take care of it.”
Elias found a window to the room you were in and peeked inside from the shadows. Jiro was standing on a chair, aiming a bug spray at a wasp nest that was built inside a hole in the wall. You shrieked when the wasps were disturbed and swarmed Jiro. He slapped a few out of the air, and winced and slapped his neck.
Elias shook his head at his own worrying thoughts. The relief was momentary, since there were many ways you could thank Jiro for his help so late in the evening. Elias pressed himself against the wall and listened in for any changes that might pique his interest and rouse his jealousy again.
Once the nest and wasps were cleared out, you headed back to the front door with Jiro.
“Are you okay? I’m really sorry you got stung.”
“It’s superficial. The wasp got killed from his own sting thanks to my stigma. I’ll go get it treated immediately.” There was a welt on his neck where he was stung, but he adjusted his collar to get you to stop staring at it.
“Should I walk you back? If you had a health attack on the way back…”
“I’ll be fine. My treatment was administered earlier today and the wasp’s sting won’t affect it. Good night.”
You bade Jiro goodnight and shut the door.
Elias waited, listening in as you went through your nightly routine. When you were in the restroom for a bath, he decided to text you.
“Evening. Sorry to text you so late. I just passed Jiro on his way back to Mortkranken. He mentioned something about an infestation in your dorm? Are you okay?”
You must have had your phone in the bath, judging by the quick reply.
“It should be okay now! There was a wasp nest inside. He took care of it from what I can tell.”
“Would you mind if I swung by to inspect the perimeter? I’d just be outside, no need for you to come out.”
You started and stopped messaging several times, probably wavering between turning him down and having peace of mind that there were no more bugs around you.
“Sure. How long until you’re here?”
“About 10 minutes,” he texted from under your bathroom window. He moved to a better vantage point, where he could once more watch you from the shadows. You stepped out of the bath to dry and dress. All he could see was your wet hair and shoulders.
Such a tease.
Elias waited until after you disappeared and made his rounds to search for more pests. After finding nothing else on the first floor, he knocked on your door. You answered in comfortable clothes. He was disappointed you weren’t in your sleepwear. He’d have loved to see what cute pajamas you slept in at night.
“Sorry to have you out so late. Did you find anything?” A water droplet fell from your hair to your shirt when you cocked your head at him. The smell of your soaps were strong and alluring. He fought the urge to bundle you up in his arms and bury his face against your skin, still overly warm from the steaming bath you took.
“Not on the first floor. There’s a chance there’s something along the roof. They tend to last longer on higher places. If there’s a window upstairs I can take a look.”
“I don’t want to keep you, but I keep getting stung, so if you don’t mind…” You glanced behind him, still unsure about bothering him at that time of night.
“You’ve gotten stung? You poor thing. Was it treated?”
“Its not a big deal. I had Jiro see to the most recent one.” You idly rubbed a spot on the back of your arm.
“But there are others? Can I see?” Elias stepped inside without the invitation, holding your arm so he could angle it to the tender spot you worried over. “My, that still looks painful. Why didn’t you tell them?”
“Didn’t think it was pressing,” you shrugged. “It’ll heal on its own.”
Elias clicked his tongue.
“Do you always see your needs as a burden?” He asked softly. He rubbed the spot near it with his thumb, stroking your skin as a distraction from your discomfort. While you were taken off guard by his question, he took more of you in and noticed you hadn’t put on a bra. The dampness of your skin made your nipples hard and your shirt darken.
Gods help him. He swallowed and felt himself getting hard. You would surely notice soon since his boxers and jumpsuit tented as much as the circus. He kept your attention from drifting lower by placing a kiss over the small bump where you were stung.
Your eyes were glued to him while the situation dawned on you.
“Better?” He suspected you were sufficiently distracted when your cheeks flushed.
“What was that? I’m not a child.” You laughed.
“No, you aren’t.”
The mood shifted with his poignant words. He seemed to look through you, reaching something deeper that made you feel exposed, but not in a way you disliked. It was as thrilling as it was frightening. Your mouth dried and you stirred yourself from the spell he cast over you.
You backed away as he reached for your hip. He was about to pull you close.
“Um, did you want to check upstairs?”
Your retreat had worried him, but the invitation was reassuring. Your nervousness hadn’t reached the point of fear or anger that would send him away. He released your arm, sliding his hand down to hold yours for a split second. When your fingers slid apart, he had to put his hand in his pocket to keep from reaching out again.
“Would that be alright? Show me the way.”
You led him upstairs, worrying how appropriate it was to lead him to your room. This wasn’t even part of his job, as far as you knew. He was there to help, but you felt the charge in the air. He wanted more than that.
You weren’t naive. You knew how men looked at you, how consuming their desired could get. You looked back when you were halfway up the stairs and Elias’ eyes snapped to yours. He was looking lower.
And you realized you didn’t mind.
You led him to your room and opened the window, praying more bugs wouldn’t fly in while he was checking the roof. Elias sat on the windowsill and braced himself on the frame as he leaned out.
The attic was high above the ground and the height was enough to make you nervous for him.
“Careful! It’s really not important if you don’t see anything immediate.” You crossed back to the window, having backed away to give him space. He jolted when you grasped the collar of his jumpsuit. Steely blue eyes darkened to the color of midnight, blackness spreading to swallow you whole.
That was when you realized you braced your other hand on his thigh, so high the lump near his pocket wasn’t a tool.
Elias’ grip on the window frame tightened until his knuckles were white. His breathing deepened and he called your name in a hoarse whisper.
You couldn’t move your hand. The panic made you freeze. Elias was in your room, his hard length in your palm. You hadn’t asked, hadn’t meant to touch him. But your instincts told you to squeeze, to stroke him. It was so inappropriate, you were biting your lip to the point your teeth might break skin, but his hard member sent electric pleasure through your arm.
Your damn arm. How much better would he feel inside you, if a simple touch made your core clench and drip.
Elias throbbed, twitching into your hand like a cat bumping you for affection.
That snapped you out of your paralysis. You released his jumpsuit and him, and jumped back. He nearly lost his balance when you let go of his collar, just managing to shift his weight to pull himself inside.
“Oh my god, I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean to- if you want to go that’s fine. I swear it’ll never happen.” Your hands were on your flaming cheeks. You couldn’t look at him, but you couldn’t look away from his bulge. There wasn’t a good place to turn or flee and you felt him watching you. What was he like when he was angry? Was he angry? He should be. You would be, probably. You imagined if he had accidentally touched you between your legs and they betrayed you by wobbling on the spot.
Elias grasped your arms to get you to stop babbling. You peeked at his face and saw he wore the same smile as the one after he kissed your sting at the front door.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not angry.” Elias laughed.
He laughed. At the most mortifying thing that had ever happened to you. He might not have been angry but you were getting there.
Why was he even there? With his suave body language, his wandering hands and his obvious desires?
Your hands slid down to reveal a pout that made his eyes widen.
“You didn’t come here for pest control, did you?” It was still hard to meet his gaze, but you held it as well as you could.
“Of course, I did.” His protest was weak. Almost patronizing. You wanted to push him for it. Show him he bit off more than he could chew, but with his charms you were sure he could easily reverse it. You were clearly flustered, but as soon as he realized you were as aroused as he was, if not more, he would turn the tables and thrill you in ways you couldn’t even predict with your inexperience.
You weren’t a virgin, but your boyfriends were so inexperienced, quick and fumbling you might as well not have had sex at all. At least the pain was out of the way, but you wondered how a man like Elias would handle that. Would he be gentle or selfish? He felt bigger than the men you had been with. Would it hurt like the first time?
Could he be the do-over that you deserved?
“I don’t believe you.” You fought not to pointedly glance at his erection. You didn’t need to. His words may have been dishonest, but his eyes and body weren’t.
“What can I do to convince you?”
You almost laughed. His ability to stick to a lie when contradicting evidence was as painfully obvious was impressive. Giving in meant condoning it, however, and you condoned his ulterior motives more than his lies. You mustered all your courage and touched his chest,
“What could I do to convince you to tell the truth?”
Elias eyes widened. His heartbeat quickened under your touch. If you still had your hand on his pants, you were sure other parts of him would have reacted too.
“I’ll tell you anything you want to hear, dear heart,” Elias whispered.
“The truth,” you repeated.
He considered his words a moment, carefully choosing them as his eyes roamed down your body, openly, honestly.
“I came to help you, in whatever way you need me.”
“You came to help yourself to me.” You unbuttoned the bottom of his jumpsuit and slipped your fingers inside, along his stomach and hinting at reaching lower. He had an undershirt beneath it that you wanted gone.
“Yes,” he rasped.
You bit your lip, letting your hand roam over his body. From his chest to his shoulder, jaw, soft wavy hair. The hand on his stomach stayed still and he leaned into every touch you gave.
“What’s stopping you, then?” You popped open a few more buttons, but before his jumpsuit was open, he pulled you against his body. Your breaths mingled when his lips hovered near yours. His hardness prodded your hip while his thigh slid between yours to graze your core. Your breath came out in a sob and you pressed against his leg harder.
“Seems I’m not the only one wanting more.” Elias kissed you, slow and sensual, mesmerizing enough for your body to go slack and lean on him entirely. He lifted you to have your legs wrapped around his waist and pressed you against the wall. His hips rolled, grinding his cock into your core through your clothes. You were so aroused it sent while hot lightning up your spine and you pressed into him harder.
He kissed everywhere he could reach while you clung to his shoulders. Hands kneaded your ass until he decided he needed to see more of you. He walked you to the bed and sat you down carefully. He knelt beside your bed, as if it were an altar, and slid your shorts down your legs. He trailed kisses up your shins, to your inner thigh. Whatever was revealed to him, he claimed with his lips.
You tugged at whatever clothing of his you could reach, stripping him slower since he was determined to reveal your body first. By the time you were only in your panties, his undershirt was on the floor and jumpsuit pushed down to his hips.
He stroked your cheek as he took in the sight of you. Flushed and wet, shyly covering one breast until he moved your hand to kiss your knuckles. His mouth descended on your nipple, and your hands twisted his hair, keeping him in place while he rocked his hips against you more and worshipped your breasts.
He trailed down, greedy to taste more of you. He paused over your soaked panties, mouthing your folds through the fabric that he sucked. Before he finished pushing your panties down your thighs, his tongue was in your folds, stroking and circling and suckling until you bucked into his face. Your panties pinned your thighs together, but you fought to spread them for him.
His chuckle floated over your whines and moans, but he took mercy on you and slid your panties off the rest of the way. Your thighs wrapped around his head, locking him in place. He made no protest, holding onto your hips to angle you so he could tongue fuck you.
A finger entered you when his mouth returned to your clit. He worked you to the brink, slowing down when you called his name and arched off the mattress. It was frustrating, how well he could read you, how much he controlled your pleasure and then let it subside just enough to work you to the edge once more.
“Elias, please!” You tugged his hair hard enough for him to grunt. He released your clit with a slurp that made your whole body jerk, and stripped the rest of his clothing off quickly. He settled between your legs and guided his cock inside you, sinking in slowly.
Elias laced your fingers together and pinned your hands above your head when he was seated fully inside you. While your clenching walls adjusted to the size of him, he lovingly memorized the view of you below him.
“How are you so calm? I-“ You felt like you were going crazy, but you stopped yourself from saying it, worried you looked foolish.
“Is that how I seem? I’m anything but calm on the inside.” He kissed you deeply and gave a shallow thrust when you were distracted by your flavor on his lips. When you didn’t seem pained, even raising your hips to meet his thrust, he started moving earnestly. He hooked an arm under your knee to angle you just right and you sang for him. Your pleas were peppered with curses that he drank in.
“Who knew you were such a naughty girl,” Elias cooed, thrusting until all you could feel was him and all you could see was the constellations dancing in the back of your head.
Maybe you should have had more mercy on your exes, you thought as you came around his length, hard and far too quickly. Elias groaned and praised you through your orgasm.
“That’s it, dear heart. You’re taking me so well. Give me more of those beautiful moans.” When your walls were done gripping him so tight he could barely move for fear of spilling inside you too soon, he redoubled his efforts to coax more orgasms from you.
He leaned back enough to touch your clit, pressing his talented fingers to rub small circles around your bud. Your back arched off the bed the way it did when you came, and the pleasure was so intense you tried to squirm off of his dick entirely. The hand he used to brace himself on the bed moved to rest on your shoulder, anchoring you in place so he could keep pounding into you relentlessly, without you escaping.
“Ah ah ah, you’re not getting away from me yet, sweet thing. I’m not done with you, not even close.”
And he made good on his promise, edging both you and himself until you lost your patience. You pushed him off of you, ignoring his surprise as you had him roll on his back to mount him again, control now in your hands.
You braced yourself on his shoulders as he braced your hips and lowered you back on his length. Wildness took over you when you rode him to completion. He tried one of his tricks again, slipping out of you to earn another frustrated growl, but he had nowhere to back away, and he was so close he gave in when you slid him back into you.
Your legs slipped under his to keep your leverage around him. Your control excited him. He watched you with vibrant eyes and sweat beading on his brow as you took your pleasure. Your orgasm milked his from him and his quiet groan was nearly drowned out by your howl.
You bonelessly fell on top of him. When you tried to roll off of him, he tightened his embrace to keep you in place. You stayed laying on his chest with him softening inside you until you fell asleep.
You searched for him when you were around campus. It took weeks to make educated guesses about where he might be, but you got better at it. Every time you found him and had the time to spare, he took you to another of his many hiding spots to tease and thrill you. Night visits were just as frequent and more consistent. He still delighted in resorting to a silly ruse when he was feeling needy.
Lopsided walls, lurking harmless anomalies, lost shoes near your chapel. He always had something new to say when he was caught watching you and wanting attention.
“When will you just admit you want to fuck me?” You texted after weeks of your trysts.
“Such language! Do I need to come and clean that dirty mouth?”
You responded with a picture of your legs spread and your panties pressed into your folds to show every trace of you.
“I’ve got even better things for you to clean, Mr. Janitor.”
Yandere Kagami Subaru I AM BEGGING YOU IT CAN BE ABOUT ANYTHING 🙇♀️🙇♀️🙇♀️
: ̗̀➛ THE ME IN YOUR MEMORIES. yan! kagami subaru / fem! reader
you've been acting like a scared mouse around kagami subaru. now what could he have possibly done to have deserved such treatment? our actor ventures to find out the truth. +2.9k words
( oooh oops why did this req turn out into a kinda fic, choking, sort of ooc, its my theory that subaru is really fucked up and sadomasochistic, plays into his love for anomalies, BREAKING INTO UR DORM, blood, reader uses she/her pronouns as the tkdb mc )
“Suba?”
Before his ungloved fingers could reach you, Kagami Subaru’s constant wolf companion caught him in a troubling position to be in. Bent over your sleeping form, the actor’s fingers are almost brushing against your squished cheek as you snooze the remainder of your lunch away on a table. Under Lyca’s questioning gaze, he straightens himself back up and hastily puts on the black glove.
“Lyca! I– I didn’t see you there,” he says, soft-spoken and anxious as always. “I was just trying to brush away an eyelash away from the Honor Student’s face.” Innocuous as always, Subaru smiles at him as always, enough to lower Lyca’s guard. Lyca huffs but doesn’t raise any suspicions, or more like has no interest in suspicions and more interest in scarfing his freshly-bought lunch down. Subaru lets out a relieved sigh and thanks Lyca’s innocent disposition.
“Sho like— gulp— you gona wake ‘er up?” Lyca asks between mouthfuls of food and points a dirty fork to your way, to which Subaru hastily puts down. “‘Er food’s goin’ cold.”
He wipes away the food on the corner of the wolfboy’s mouth. “Eat with your mouth closed,” he gently scolds. “N– No… I guess not. She’s been awfully tired as of late and I think she deserves some rest. She has a mission with Dionysia later, after all…”
“Harurin’s pretty worried about that too,” Lyca mindlessly adds on. “He’s been all fussy last night at our dorm and— oh [Y. Name], you’re awake. You should eat your food before it gets cold.”
Subaru watches you as you stretch your fatigued body with satisfied noise, sleepily smiling at the eating boy across you. “‘Morning, Lyca,” you say through a yawn, nodding at his interjection that it’s already noon. “Did I—?” Before you could finish your question, you go rigid when you finally land your eyes on Subaru, who offers you his usual gentility.
“Did you rest well, [Y. Name]?” He asks, sweet as ever. As if he hasn’t noticed the way you quickly avert your eyes and the subtle shake in your fingers. “You’ve rested well, I hope?”
“Y– Yes,” you stammer out, looking at anywhere but him. “I… I just remembered I have to go over the mission details with Jo! Yeah!” Satisfied with your excuse, you jolt up as you slam your hands against the table. “I have to go! Lyca, you can eat my food! B– Bye!” Lyca looks a bit taken aback at your sudden leave, but is not one to say no to more food as he begins bringing your meal to his side of the table. Meanwhile, Subaru continues to watch your scurrying back with a dark expression.
“Liar,” he mutters under his breath.
“Whoza liar?” Lyca asks, already working through half of your food. Subaru is careful to school his expression and return to his usual genteel manner as he turns back to Lyca, as if he had not had an entirely different look in his eye seconds prior.
“No one.” He waves away the topic. “Let’s finish our lunch, shall we?”
As an actor, Kagami Subaru believes himself to be an expert of body language. Every shiver, every stretch of the lips, every crook of the brow; it is one of Subaru’s small prides to know that he is able to discern how the average human is feeling just by looking at them. A person who is afraid of someone will avoid eye contact, have tightly wound smile, nod excessively to prevent conflict, and many more…
You check all the boxes.
But just because one is a master at reading body language doesn’t guarantee that you’re a master of human emotions. For one, Subaru is at a loss as to why you would be fearful of him. He’s carefully curated himself to be as agreeable and servile as possible, inoffensive and blending into the background. Have you finally been moved by those rumors of his past…? But surely not. You had heard them at your second excursion with Hotarubi and moved on like it was nothing.
“Something on your mind, Subaru dear?” The ghost of Zenji Kodotama floats above him, upside down face-to-face with the deep in thought captain. He seats himself with on the sitting cushion across Subaru and looks at him with deeply-knitted brows. Concern. This time, Subaru knows why he is concerned. His violet eyes flit downwards to create a troubled look.
“It’s nothing major, Zenji. Just that I…” He trails off, arranging the words in his mind. “I fear I may have offended the Honor Student in some way.”
Zenji gasps dramatically, as he always does. Saburo is as placid as ever on his lap. “Offend? You?! Never, my dear boy! If anything, it could be a misunderstanding! If you are truly so worried, then you ought to talk things out with dear [Y. Name]! And she is always so kind, why, I’m sure she’d come to understand and forgive you! Don’t you agree, my brother?”
Saburo makes no motion to disagree or agree, but Subaru finds himself deep in thought from Zenji’s words. Yes… there was no point fretting and mulling over what is done when all he could do is confront the Honor Student about it. She was not one that Subaru wanted to distance himself from. Not when he finally found a kindred soul in this damned school.
As he continues pondering over the actions that he should take, Haku lets his presence be known by quizzically humming as he ducks through the entrance. “Hm? What’s up? What’s got Subaru so lost in thought?” He raises a brow at Zenji. “What have you been saying to our captain, hm?”
“I take offense to that!” He says loudly. “I am not half of the temptuous devil as you are, Haku! Dear Subaru is in a distress over his relationship with the girl. I have taken it upon myself to show him the light, as I have always done for the boys and girls of this world!”
“Yeah, yeah.” Haku only pays half a mind to Zenji’s dramatics as he focuses his attention on Subaru. “Why? Relationship troubles?”
The blush on Subaru’s face is no act as he denies that accusation. “No, no! I just… I’m a bit worried about [Y. Name]’s behavior around me lately. She seems a bit… fearful of me? I thought it could be regarding my past but…” He looks up at Haku for an affirmation.
Haku thinks about it, then waves it off. “Nah, she’s pretty chill about that. Not the type to think much of rumors, [Y. Name]. Not the type to think of anything outside of studies and missions and her curse, I guess.” He smiles wryly to himself. “But, yeah, thinking about it, she has been pretty on edge lately. After that mission with Sinostra last week.”
“Mission?” Subaru perks up. “What was it about?”
Haku shakes his head. “Classified, you know how it is. Although…” He taps his chin. “Romi did let it slip that they were dealing with an anomaly about memories. Reversing time or reliving the past or both… I don’t know, he was just yelling about it so I zoned out half of what he said.” He hums, then gives Subaru a sly grin. “Maybe you did something bad to our pretty lil’ inspector, Ca~ptain.”
“Haku!” Zenji swings at his head with a hand-chop, only for it to fall through. “You lout! Do not tease Subaru any further! Don’t you see how distressed he already is?!”
Amidst the loud bickering in the background, Subaru’s confusions only seem to grow deeper with this new information. What exactly could he have done within these past few months that could elicit such a frightened expression out of the inspector?
“[Y. Name].”
You never thought that such a kind and gentle voice could be so bone-chilling. You don’t dare look back, only staring wide-eyed at the ground. You can feel your heart beat slowly growing erratic against your ribcage, the blood rush thrumming in your ears as you hear his every step towards you. “[Y. Name],” he calls again.
You don’t look back when you run. Past through the disgruntled crowd of students, down the fancy ornate stairs, and out of Darkwick Academy’s grand halls, you can only hear the rush of both blood and wind as your feet instinctively drive you to get further and further away from that voice. Yet his footsteps are hot on your trail even as you run outside onto pavement, and when you feel it— familiar, horrid, nostalgic, foreboding— fingers clasped around your wrist—
“Don’t touch me!” You yell, yanking your wrist away from Subaru’s grasp. Finally seeing him eye-to-eye, he stares back at you with a surprised look, and you stare back with similarly wide eyes. Panting from the exertion, you cradle your wrist close to your chest as you look at him with the expression of a cornered prey.
Thump-thump.
“I don’t understand, [Y. Name],” he tries again, starting out meek. Make yourself small. Lower yourself to their level so you may not intimidate them. “I don’t know what I did to offend you this much.”
It is on the tip of your tongue. Everything he’s done to you. The way his hands were on you. You almost say those atrocities to him, but you catch yourself. Instead, you bite your tongue and look away, muttering something incomprehensible to yourself. Then, in a manner that Subaru is most familiar with, he watches you school your expression into your normal gentle one, smiling back at him as if you had not just yelled at him.
“Nothing,” you lie through your teeth. You know it, he knows it, you know he knows it. “You did nothing wrong, Subaru. Sorry, I’ve just been on edge these past few days. I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”
He almost cracks his facade just to laugh in your face, then and there. With how quickly you changed expressions, he would have thought you were an actor just like himself! Yet it was noticeable to the trained eye— that quiver in your lips, the twitching of your brow— that everything was not fine. Did you really want to act in front of an actor?! It only served to grow his interest more.
“Please, [Y. Name], let’s not do this to each other,” he continues to plead in that same gentle tone. He was not about to crack before you did. “I thought we were friends. It breaks my heart to see you acting this way around me.” If anything, his traitorous mind adds, if there was any ghoul to be scared of, it shouldn’t be me.
Curiouser and curiouser. Your eyes dilate and seem to tremble at the word ‘friends,’ disagreeing with the notion so viscerally that he was almost offended. The very eyes that he smiled at him kindly just a week prior, softening just at his mere presence and sincere as you talk to him without judgment or conceit, now looked at him with distrust. Something bitter and ugly tightened his chest.
You take a step back. The look in the ghoul’s eyes— violet with an unexplainable darkness to them— was the same one that has been haunting you ever since that mission. He grabs your arm before you can make your escape when he feels it; the slightest touch of his bare wrist brushing against yours. And just when he is about to instinctively pull back at the unintended contact, he sees it— his own deranged voice begging you, his dark eyes reflected back at him, the uncharacteristic smile unnaturally stretching his fatures.
He stares at you again, his hand going limp. The look of surprise on his face was no longer a mask.
You make your escape, and this time he no longer runs after you or watches your back, staring at his gloved hands as he turns the images he just saw over and over in his mind for the nth time.
“Tha~at’s it,” he croons, breathy and sickly sweet in your ear. You hear yourself choking and gurgling, trying to pry his cold hands away from your throat before the black dots overtake your vision. “Just like that, slow and deep. Isn’t this what you always wanted, dear?”
You have no recollection of what you wanted and why the hell you would want something that could lead you to getting choked out by some deranged ghoul. He doesn’t give you a chance to answer, a dark blush on Subaru’s delicate features as he eagerly takes in every detail of your struggle. There is blood on his face, not yours and neither is it his, though you don’t know why you know that. Another detail you know but can’t recall as to why you got that knowledge is that there is a scissor laying somewhere near you, covered in whomever’s blood Subaru was caked in. You can hear screaming outside and the crackle of fires, yet here you were straddled by your not-so-gentle senior in your own bed.
“I was so good to you, wasn’t I?” He murmurs, nuzzling against your cheek. “I played the perfect role of the boyfriend. I know I did. I may have many shortcomings, but to the gods, acting is not one of them.”
“I soothed your worries, I fed you lunch, I would go on walks with you when the weather was right, I would call you every night. Love may be unfamiliar to me, but I wanted to act good on my feelings for you, so why—” He loosens his grip on you, watching you very carefully as you heave and gasp for air. His voice softens. “— Why did you have to tell me that we weren’t meant to be?”
You don’t know if you answered. The ringing in your ears worsened, and your throat was so dry that you doubt you could’ve brought yourself to answer. But Subaru stills for a moment and smiles that gentle smile again, now too hollow and haunting paired with those dark eyes. He leans forward and caresses you, thumbs brushing to your cheeks and tracing down to the bruise on your neck. “You didn’t have to worry about that,” he says, pressing a kiss to your earlobe. “I’ve told you so many times, haven’t I?”
“I love anomalies. Even if you turned into a Kyklos, I would still love you for the rest of my life.”
His hand now trails itself to your nape, where the growing tattoo of your curse resides. “Chrysanthenums… I’ve always thought them lovely. They would look so beautiful amongst your hair, and perhaps you’d grow some lilies too, too offset the red. Oh, you’d just be as darling as you are now. Don’t you see, [Y. Name]?” He finally sits back up, grinning down at you with the intensity of a madman who cared for nothing but you and him. “They all will kill you for merely turning into a Kyklos. But I—!” He laughs brokenly, placing his hands on his chest just to feel the rapid beating of his heart, beating for you and whatever you may become. “I will love you, anomaly or otherwise!”
He tilts his head, maniacal grin eerie in the moonlight. “If that isn’t the purest love, then how could we not be meant to be?”
A familiar voice fades in and out as you tiptoe the ledge between sleep and consciousness. “Ah… see… how it is…” You try to blink your eyes into focus, but you only catch the slightest glimpse of fair skin and brunette eyes.”
Above you, Kagami Subaru is poised in that same straddle, stroking your hair with ungloved hands. “Shh, be still now,” he murmurs to you, guiding your head back to the pillow before you could fully seat yourself. “You need to be resting…”
“... ‘baru…?” You murmur, but before you could get any confirmation, you are lulled back to sleep. He watches you for a few steady seconds, before letting out a relieved sigh. That could’ve been dangerous, he thinks, though apparently that’s not the most dangerous thing he could do to you. He leans back and looks to the moon beyond your window, thinking back on what the visions his psychometry gathered.
Was that… your dream? But psychometry only picked up actual memories and events that occurred to you, so how could he have possibly seen an obsessive version of himself when this was the first time he had straddled you like this? “Reversing time or reliving the past…” he mutters to himself, thinking back to the information Haku had given him. “How could it be…?”
The answer eludes him, and he shakes himself free of such confusing thoughts as he turns back his gaze towards you. No longer were your brows tightly-knit nor did you squirm in your sleep, so he supposes that you have gone back to a normal rest.
What a shame.
… What a shame indeed. Slipping his gloves back on, he reaches out to indulge himself again… only to fall short of your cheek before pulling back. “Whether it was the expression you showed me today, or the expression the me in your memories must’ve seen… I would’ve loved to see every bit of it.” He whispers to you, smiling to himself as you turn your head to the other side.
“Ahh, I’m so ashamed, but I really am jealous of that me in your memories,” he sighs, finally standing up. He smiles dreamily as he takes in your figure one last time, pressing his palm to his blushing cheek as he mulls over the wondrous new discoveries he’s made today.
“If it were his memories that I could’ve seen, I wondered what the struggling you would’ve looked like under me ♡”
author's note ! when you think of kagami subaru, surely his blushy, maniacal expressions come to mind, right?! that moment under the scissor tree... the way he looks at anomalies !!! kagami subaru, you must be a tormented yet exciting yandere, right?!?!?! >///<
