before you browse, please note that a lot of my stories feature dark themes, yandere behaviors and sensitive content. english isn't my first language so i apologize in advance for any typos or grammatical errors.
your older brother always loved football. since you were kids, he was always on the field chasing a ball, while you were busy breaking records on the running track as an athlete. since he was very talented, international scouts noticed him when he was young. he eventually signed a big professional contract with a famous club in spain. despite the different nationalities, he became best friends with the club’s star player, bunny iglesias. they both worked hard to learn each other's languages so they could communicate easily.
one day during the holidays, your brother came back home from europe. to your surprise, he brought bunny with him because bunny wanted to travel and visit your country.
the moment bunny stepped into your house and saw you, his eyes completely locked onto you. you were just wearing your athletic clothes after a long run, looking fit and beautiful.
“you didn’t tell me that you have a beautiful sister” bunny whispered to your brother never taking his eyes off you.
your brother rolled his eyes and dropped his bags. “because you never asked.”
during his stay at your house, bunny always tried to find a reason to talk to you. whether you were walking to the kitchen or getting ready for track practice, his tall handsome frame would suddenly appear. you were just being polite and friendly because he was your brother’s best friend afterall.
“you run very fast, mi amor” bunny teased you one afternoon while watching you practice in the backyard. “but you cannot run away from me.”
you just laughed, thinking it was a joke but bunny was already falling head over heels for you. over the next few weeks, you two became really close friends.
soon, the world cup started and bunny had to leave to play for spain. because of his amazing skills and his extremely handsome face, he quickly became the favorite player of millions of female fans. tiktok was full of fan edits of him. everyone was curious about his personal life and wanted to know if he had a girlfriend.
one day, fans noticed something strange about bunny's instagram. he only followed his football club, a few players, your brother ... and you.
the internet went crazy. the comments on his photos were full of theories:
“if that is his girlfriend, who are we to stop them? they look beautiful together.”
“wait! she’s an athlete too! look at her track photos!”
"bunny is definitely in love, he likes all her pictures!"
when bunny saw the viral news in his hotel room, he did not get mad. instead, a proud smile appeared on his face.
he absolutely loved the rumors.
bunny called you, he begged you to fly over to watch him play in the world cup. he even paid for your first class plane ticket because he really wanted you there. when you finally arrived and sat in the VIP section next to your brother, the stadium cameras showed your face on the big screen. the internet immediately knew you were the girl from his instagram.
every time bunny scored a goal during the match, he did not just celebrate with his team. the first thing he did was look at your section in the crowd, pointing his finger directly at you with a big, happy smile. you tried to ignore but your heart was beating so fast.
when the match ended and spain won. the stadium was extremely loud, full of screaming fans and camera flashes.
instead of staying on the pitch, bunny ran away from his teammates and the security guards. he ran straight towards your seat. before you could say anything, bunny reached out and gently held your face with his warm hands.
he leaned in and gave you a deep sweet kiss right on your cheek.
the big stadium screens showed the moment clearly to everyone. your eyes went wide with shock and your face turned completely red as you blushed intensely.
bunny pulled back a little, looking at your red face with so much love in his eyes. he completely ignored the loud crowd around you.
“i told you, cariño” bunny whispered, his voice deep and breathless from running. he slid his hand down to lock his fingers tightly with yours. “you cannot run away from me anymore. come to my room later ... let's celebrate this win properly, just the two of us.” he winked.
the door of the hotel suite clicks shut behind you, cutting off the muffled roar of the city and the lingering echoes of the stadium. the air in the room smells of expensive cologne. he doesn't give you a second to breathe. his large hand wrapping around your waist to yank you to his chest.
“finally” he breathes, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against your ear. “i thought that game would never end. i could not stop thinking about you in those stands, cariño. every time i looked at you, i wanted to leave the pitch and take you right there.”
you lean back, your breath hitching as you look up at him. his dark eyes are blown wide, pupils swallowing the iris, consumed by a hunger that makes your knees feel like water.
“you're a menace” you whisper, your hands sliding up his chest to grip the fabric of his team jacket. “the whole world just saw you kiss me.”
bunny lets out a short rough laugh, his grip tightening, his fingers digging into the soft curve of your hip.
“let them watch. let them know you belong to me. i’m tired of the rumors, mi amor. i want the truth.”
he crashes his lips onto yours. it isn't a gentle kiss it is a collision. his tongue forces its way past your lips, tasting of mint and adrenaline, sliding against yours in a desperate, wet exchange. you moan into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his own greedy hunger. he manhandles you, hoisting you up until your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. he carries you toward the bed, his strides purposeful, never breaking the kiss.
he drops you onto the mattress with a soft thud, his heavy frame following immediately, pinning you down. the weight of him is intoxicating, the sheer muscle of a professional athlete pressing you into the sheets. he tears his jacket off, tossing it blindly across the room, and his eyes drop to your athletic gear.
“these clothes” he growls, his hands grasping the hem of your shirt. “they are too tight. i want them gone.”
he pulls the fabric over your head in one fluid motion, leaving you exposed. his gaze lingers on your chest, his breath hitching. he leans down, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of your neck. he doesn't just kiss; he sucks, his teeth grazing your skin, claiming you with a deep bruising hickey that you know will be impossible to hide tomorrow.
“bunny” you gasp, arching your back as his hand slides down to the waistband of your leggings.
“shhh” he murmurs against your skin, his voice thick. “just feel me.”
he strips you bare with an efficiency that leaves you shivering. he moves down your body, his hands roaming over your thighs, squeezing the firm muscle of your athlete's legs. he settles between your knees, pushing them wide. you watch him, your heart racing, as he dives down.
the first touch of his tongue is a shock hot, wet and precise. he finds your clit instantly, his tongue flicking in a rhythmic, driving motion that makes your hips jerk off the bed. the sound of it fills the quiet room a wet, shlicking noise as he laps at your juices, his tongue delving deep into your folds. you cry out, your fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer. he doesn't stop, his tongue mimicking the act of sex, sliding in and out of your pussy with a relentless, sliding friction.
“you are so wet for me” he mumbles, pulling back for a second, a string of saliva connecting his lip to your swollen clit. “so beautiful.”
he reaches up, sliding two long fingers inside you. you gasp at the fullness, the way he stretches you. he pumps them in and out, the sound squelching loudly in the silence, his thumb grinding against your clit in a punishingly perfect rhythm. you are shaking, your breath coming in short, jagged sobs of pleasure.
suddenly, he shifts. he grabs your wrist, pinning both your hands above your head with one of his. he flips you over with a sudden, pressing your face into the pillow.
“you think you can run from me, cariño?” he whispers, his voice dropping an octave, dangerous and teasing.
before you can answer, he delivers a sharp, stinging slap to your right butt cheek. the sound cracks through the room like a gunshot. you yelp, the shock sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. he does it again, a second slap that leaves your skin tingling and flushed red.
“you've been teasing me for weeks” he growls, his hand gripping your hip, bruising the skin. “now you pay.”
he reaches for his own clothes, stripping quickly. you feel the heat of him behind you, the hard, thick length of his cock brushing against your backside. he doesn't ease in. he guides himself to your entrance and thrusts forward in one heavy, singular motion.
you scream into the pillow, the sensation of him filling you completely, stretching your walls to the limit. he is massive, a solid pillar of heat that hits your cervix with a blunt force that makes your vision blur. he begins to move, his thrusts deep and rhythmic, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin creating a wet, fleshy percussion.
“look at me, mi amor” he commands, pulling your shoulder back so he can see your face.
you turn your head, eyes glazed, seeing the raw intensity in his expression. he is sweating, his muscles rippling with every drive. he reaches around, his fingers finding your clit again, rubbing it vigorously as he hammers into you. the friction is intense, the feeling of being completely claimed and overwhelmed by him.
“i love you” he groans, his pace accelerating, becoming frantic. “you are mine. only mine.”
the tension builds until it is unbearable, a coil tightening in your gut. you feel your internal muscles clench around him, pulsing in waves of an intense orgasm. the feeling triggers him, he lets out a guttural roar, his body stiffening. he thrusts one last time, burying himself as deep as possible and you feel the hot, thick explosion of his cum flooding your insides. he fills you completely, spilling over as he holds you tight against him.
he collapses on top of you, breathing heavy and ragged, his skin slick with sweat. as he cuddles into your neck, you subconsciously dig your nails into his broad shoulders, leaving long, red scratches down his back.
he doesn't seem to mind. he just kisses your shoulder, a smug, victorious smile on his lips.
“i told you, mi amor” he whispers, his voice returning to that sweet, spanish lilt. “you cannot run away from me.”
the next morning, you felt a bit guilty when you saw the deep, red scratch marks covering his muscular back. but bunny just laughed it off, proudly kissing your forehead before heading out for his team training.
two days later, spain played another huge match. you were sitting in the VIP section again, watching bunny play like a beast on the field. he scored the winning goal in the final minutes, sending the whole stadium into madness.
as the referee blew the final whistle, the excitement was too much. following the traditional football celebration, bunny gripped the bottom of his jersey and pulled it completely over his head, throwing his shirt into the crowd of roaring fans.
he stood there shirtless, flexing his tanned, muscular physique under the bright stadium lights.
but as he turned around to jog back to his teammates, the giant stadium cameras zoomed in on his bare back. the entire world, on live international television, saw the long, fresh and unmistakable red fingernail scratches running down his broad shoulders.
the stadium went a little quiet for a second, and then the internet immediately exploded.
within minutes, twitter and tiktok were flooded with high definition screenshots of bunny's back. everyone knew exactly what those marks meant. the female fans were screaming online, completely losing their minds.
“oh my god, bunny's back is ruined! someone destroyed him last night!”
“those are definitely fingernail scratches! look at the size of them!”
“we all know who did that ... look at the her sitting in the VIP box right now!”
the camera crew in the stadium, being cheeky, immediately panned the live broadcast camera away from bunny and pointed it straight at you in the VIP seats.
your face instantly burned with the most intense blush of your life. you quickly looked down, trying to hide your face behind your hands but it was too late. the entire world just witnessed the confirmation of your secret night together.
later that evening, back in the quiet safety of his hotel room, bunny was looking at the viral tweets on his phone, laughing loudly. he walked over to where you were sitting on the bed, completely shirtless again, showing off the scratches you gave him.
he crawled onto the bed and pulled you into his lap, trapping you with his strong arms. a wicked, deeply satisfied smirk was dancing on his handsome face.
“look, cariño” bunny whispered in his deep, raspy voice, showing you the phone screen before tossing it away. “the whole world knows you marked me. they know i belong to you now. so ... are you going to finish what you started or do you want to give me some more scratches tonight?”
the stadium was loud but everything felt numb. france had just lost to spain in the world cup semi finals. around you, photographers were clicking away, capturing the players crying on the grass.
then you saw vivian. he was just standing there with his hands on his hips, looking at the scoreboard. his face was completely blank. he didn't look sad or angry. he just looked like he wanted to go home.
people always called him nonchalant because he never showed emotion. they didn't know the real him. vivian was a deeply private person. he barely used social media and absolutely nobody knew that he was actually your boyfriend. to everyone, you were just a regular photographer doing your job.
after the match, the media zone was a chaotic mess. reporters were shouting, trying to get the players to say something. when vivian walked up, a journalist shoved a microphone in his face. “vivian! a heartbreaking loss. what went wrong tonight?”
vivian just stared at the mic with his usual sleepy eyes. “they scored two, we scored one. they played better. that's it.”
“but the fans are devastated! do you feel like you failed them?” another reporter asked.
vivian shrugged. “football is like that. you win some, you lose some.” he walked off before they could ask anything else. you caught his eye for a split second from behind your lens, holding back a smile. he really hated doing interviews.
the team hotel was completely dead. the mood was ass and all the players were locked in their rooms dealing with the defeat.
you were sitting alone in the dark media room downstairs, importing photos into your laptop. suddenly, the door opened. vivian walked in wearing a big grey hoodie, holding his phone and a bag of chips. he closed the door quietly behind him.
“thought you were asleep” you whispered.
“too depressing upstairs” vivian said in his lazy voice. “tout le monde soit pleure soit fixe le mur. j'ai besoin d'un peu de calme.” (everyone is either crying or staring at the wall. i need some quiet.)
he walked over but instead of sitting on the floor, he pulled a chair right next to yours. he leaned close, his chin resting on your shoulder as he looked at your laptop screen. the familiar, warm scent of his cologne instantly filled your space.
you clicked on a raw photo of him from the match. it was a closeup right after he scored, his hair soaked with sweat, his expression intense and sharp, completely different from his usual sleepy self.
“you look good here” you murmured, adjusting the lighting on the software. “very dramatic.”
vivian let out a low huff, his breath warm against your neck. “supprime-le. i look horrible.”
“je le garde” you teased, turning your head slightly. because of the proximity, your lips almost brushed against his cheek.
vivian didn't move away. his heavy lidded eyes slowly locked onto yours. he reached out, his long fingers gently catching your chin, turning your face completely toward him.
“oublie les photos” (forget the photos) he whispered, his voice dropping into a deeper, quiet tone that sent a sudden shiver down your spine.
he closed your laptop screen halfway, shutting out the bright light and leaving the room in near darkness. his other hand slid around your waist, pulling your chair flush against his, completely erasing the distance between you both.
you can feel the heat of his thighs through your clothes, the sudden sharp tension in his frame that contradicts his sleepy expression.
“you have no idea how long i've been thinking about this during the match, ma belle” he whispers, his voice a low vibration against your skin.
“the match?” you breathe. “you were focused on the game, vivian.”
“i was focused on the way you were looking at me through that lens” he murmurs. “i could feel you watching. it was driving me mad.” he doesn't wait for a response. he tilts your head back, his fingers sliding into your hair and crashes his lips against yours. it isn't a soft kiss. it is hungry and desperate, a release of all the tension he's been bottling up for ninety minutes. you taste the lingering salt of sweat and the sweetness of the chips he was eating. his tongue pushes past your lips, sweeping through your mouth in a slow, possessive rhythm, sucking on your tongue with a wet, sliding sound that makes your toes curl.
he pulls back just an inch, his breath hot and ragged.
“tu me manques tellement, même quand tu es juste là” (i miss you so much, even when you're right here) he whispers.
“i'm right here” you moan, reaching up to clutch the fabric of his grey hoodie.
vivian lets out a low, guttural hum. he shifts, his movements sudden and strong, manhandling you out of the chair and hoisting you up onto the sturdy media table. your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, pulling him deep into the cradle of your thighs. he groans, the sound vibrating in his chest and immediately buries his face in the crook of your neck.
he doesn't just kiss you, he marks you. he sucks a patch of skin just below your jaw, the pressure intense, creating a loud, wet slurping sound as he draws the flesh into his mouth. you gasp, your back arching as he leaves a dark, blooming hickey that will be impossible to hide tomorrow.
“vivian, the team …” you whisper, though you're pulling him closer.
“laisse-les” he mutters against your skin, his voice sounding rough, stripped of its usual laziness. “en ce moment, tu es la seule chose qui compte. regarde-moi juste.” (right now, you're the only thing that matters. just look at me.)
he pulls back, his heavy lidded eyes searching yours. he reaches down, his long fingers hooking into the waistband of your trousers and sliding them down with a decisive tug. he doesn’t stop until you're exposed, the cool air of the room hitting your skin before he replaces it with the heat of his palms. he cups you, his thumbs brushing against your clit through your knickers and you let out a sharp broken sound.
“you're already so wet for me, aren't you?” he asks, his tone shifting into something softer. “dis-moi, bébé. dis-moi ce que ça fait.” (tell me, baby. tell me how it feels.)
“i need you” you whimper, your head tossing back.
“je sais que tu le fais. respire juste pour moi. concentre-toi juste sur ma main” (i know you do. just breathe for me. just focus on my hand) he whispers. he slides a finger under the lace of your underwear, finding your opening. he doesn't push in yet. he just circles the entrance, rubbing the sensitive hood of your clit with a slow agonizing precision. “does that feel good? tell me exactly where you want it.”
“right there ... please vivian, inside.”
“not yet. wait for it” he commands, his voice a gentle but firm authority. he continues to tease you, his finger flicking against your clit, creating a squelching sound as your natural lubrication coats his skin. “you're doing so well. such a good girl for me, staying so still.” the praise sends a jolt of heat straight to your core. you moan, your hips beginning to buck instinctively. vivian catches your hips, holding you firmly in place, forcing you to endure the anticipation.
“patience” he murmurs. then, he slides two fingers deep inside you in one smooth motion. you gasp, the sudden fullness stretching you, the air being pushed out of your pussy with a soft wet pop. he begins to move, his fingers curling upward, hitting that specific spot on your wall.
“there it is” he whispers, his eyes locked onto yours. “je te sens serrer autour de moi. tu adores quand je fais ça, n’est-ce pas ? dis-moi ce que tu ressens à l’intérieur.” (i can feel you clamping around me. you love it when i do that, don't you? tell me how it feels inside.)
“it's ... it's too much ... it feels good” you sob, your voice cracking.
“it's exactly where you need it” he says, his pace increasing. sound of shlicking fills the quiet room, the rhythmic, wet friction of his fingers sliding in and out of your tight heat. “focus on the feeling. just the feeling of me filling you up. you're so tight, so perfect.”
he withdraws his fingers suddenly, leaving you feeling empty and aching. before you can protest, he drops to his knees between your legs. he spreads you wide, his large hands gripping your thighs, pinning them back.
“vivian?”
“shh” he murmurs, glancing up at you with a look of pure hunger. “let me taste you.” he dives in. his tongue is long and warm, swirling around your clit with a devastating intensity. he laps at you, his tongue flicking rapidly, creating a loud messy squelching sound as he drinks you in. he uses his thumb to press deep into your entrance while his tongue continues to work, the dual stimulation sending you over the edge.
“mhm vivian! please!”
“take it” he mumbles, his voice muffled. “just let go for me. give it all to me.”
you scream, your body shaking. you feel the contractions of your walls pulsing against his tongue, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain. vivian doesn't stop. he continues to suck and lick, ensuring every last spark of pleasure is wrung out of you.
as the waves subside, he slowly rises, his face flushed and glistening. he doesn't move away. instead, he pulls you forward, wrapping his arms around you in a crushing hug, pulling your head into the crook of his neck. he smells of salt and skin and the deep, comforting scent of home.
“je t'aime” he whispers, his voice returning to that lazy, sleepy drawl but now it's laced with a tenderness he shows no one else. “i've got you.” you cling to him, your breathing slowly evening out, the silence of the room no longer feeling heavy but safe.
“you're a menace” you murmur, kissing his collarbone.
“your menace” he corrects, squeezing you tighter. “now, let's get you cleaned up before someone finds us in the media room.”
pairings: yan!nagumo yoichi x f!reader x yan!kei uzuki
warnings: non con, unprotected sex, angst, cheating, dark romance, toxic, obsession, possessive, manipulation, forced intimacy, fingering, ooc, uzuki would never do this btw
wc: 2.6k
disclaimer: this story contains dark themes, unhealthy relationship dynamics and criminal behavior. reader discretion is advised. please separate fiction from reality.
nagumo's life as a top-tier jcc hitman was steeped in blood and constant danger. it was a lonely life especially after a falling out with his old friend, kei uzuki. after a major conflict in their past, uzuki had completely disappeared without a trace, leaving a void in nagumo's life.
one evening, just after finishing an exhausting and high-risk mission, nagumo stopped by a cozy, warmly lit bakery nearby. inside, the soothing scent of fresh vanilla, toasted bread and warm sugar filled his nose, instantly wiping away the smell of iron and gunpowder. and then, he saw you.
you are standing by the glass display, fully focused on picking pastries and a small piece of cake. the soft golden light from the shop highlights your gentle features and pure, peaceful aura, instantly captivating him. you look so gentle, so untouched by the violence he has gone through. for a hitman who lives in darkness, you seem like warmth itself.
since that day, visiting the bakery became part of nagumo’s daily routine. he kept coming back because he knew you would be there. eventually, he gathered the courage to talk to you. his playful and charming side shone through as he teased and gave smooth compliments that made you blush and smile. over time, you two grew very close, fell deeply in love and officially started a relationship.
after several years together, nagumo finally proposed to you. you were well aware of his dangerous line of work as a hitman, instead of running away, you fully embraced his dark world without judgment. your unwavering support and understanding caused nagumo to fall deeply in love with you. while he navigated the criminal underworld, you maintained a stable career as an ordinary lawyer.
what you don't know is that another lawyer who looks ordinary at your workplace is actually kei uzuki.
uzuki knows exactly who you are. he found out about your connection with nagumo, and when he learned that you are now the wife of his enemy, his blood boiled. he hates Nagumo but seeing how happy and safe you are with him only fuels a dark and twisted obsession in uzuki's mind. the fact that you belong to nagumo doesn't stop him at all. in fact, it makes him even more eager to take you away, to break nagumo and make you completely his.
one afternoon, after a long meeting ended, the other board members filed out of the room. uzuki raised his hand slightly, his voice calm but heavy. “y/n, please stay behind for a moment. we need to go over the quarterly report.”
you nodded politely, completely unsuspecting and remained in your seat.
once the heavy doors shut and the room was entirely empty, uzuki closed his folder and looked at you with an unnervingly soft, pitying expression. “you've been looking distracted lately, y/n. is everything alright at home? with nagumo?”
your eyes widened in sheer shock. your breath hitched instantly. “mr. uzuki ... how do you know my husband's name?” nagumo had always been extremely secretive about his past and his old acquaintances. he had never mentioned uzuki to you even once.
uzuki let out a low calculated sigh leaning back in his chair. “we have a history, y/n. a long one. nagumo isn't the loyal husband you think he is. he’s been seeing another woman behind your back.”
“what? no, that's impossible. he loves me” you stammered, your hands trembling against the polished wooden table.
uzuki didn't say a word. he just slid a tablet across the sleek table, displaying several photos and forged chat logs showing nagumo entering luxury hotels with an unknown woman.
“he’s been using his 'missions' as a cover story, y/n. he’s out with her right now while you're here working yourself to the bone.”
your heart completely shattered. your mind began to race, desperately connecting the dots in a panic. is that why he always comes home so late? is that why he always smells like foreign perfume and looks so exhausted? a wave of suffocating doubt washed over you. tears pricked your eyes, but you forced them back, your chest tight. “i- i need to go home. i need to talk to him and clear this up right now” you whispered, pushing your chair back to stand up.
“i’m afraid i can't let you do that, y/n” uzuki said, his voice dropping into a dark demanding tone.
before you could even stand up fully, uzuki moved with terrifying speed. his hand shot out, wrapping tightly around your wrist. with a sudden, firm yank, he pulled you backward. you lost your balance with a sharp gasp, falling right into his lap.
uzuki’s strong arms instantly locked around your waist, pinning your lower body against his lap. his grip tightening like iron handcuffs as you tried to squirm and push away from him.
“let me go, mr. uzuki! please! i need go home!” you cried out, your heart hammering wildly against your ribs.
“shh, look at how much you're trembling because of him” uzuki whispered darkly right against your ear, his breath hot and dangerous against your skin. his hand moved up from your waist, his fingers slowly tracing up your spine, sending a cold shiver through your entire body. “why run back to a liar who betrays you? he doesn't deserve you, y/n. stay here with me. forget about him. let me show you what real loyalty feels like.”
you tried to push his broad chest away but he only held you tighter against him, his dark eyes staring down at your lips with a predatory, breathless hunger as his free hand began to slide slowly up the hem of your skirt.
uzuki kept his fingers buried deep inside your soaked pussy, pumping them with steady, relentless force while his thumb circled your swollen clit without pause. your hips twitched against the desk as he worked you open, the wet sounds of his hand filling the quiet office. “you feel that?” he murmured low against her ear, his breath hot on her skin. “he never touched you like this, did he? he left you wanting every time.”
your fingers gripped the edge of the polished wood, your breath coming faster as his fingers curled just right inside her. “stop- this isn't right” you managed, voice shaky but you body betrayed you with a fresh rush of wetness around his hand.
“wrong?” uzuki chuckled darkly adding a third finger and stretching her wider. “your cunt is dripping for me. tell me again how wrong it feels while you're clenching around my fingers.” he thrust them harder, scissoring them to rub against your sensitive spots. “nagumo's out there fucking some other woman right now. you deserve better. you deserve someone who stays and claims what's his.”
her legs trembled as the pressure built fast. “i- i can't” you gasped, trying to shift away but he pinned your hips down with his free hand. “yes you can, angel” he growled, speeding up his movements. “cum for me. show me how much your body wants this instead of him.” his thumb pressed firmer on your clit, rubbing tight circles until your walls fluttered and clamped down hard. you cried out, your orgasm hitting in waves as your pussy pulsed around his fingers, juices coating his palm and dripping down your thighs.
uzuki didn't give you a moment to breathe. he pulled his fingers free, wiped them across your ass and shoved his thick cock into you in one rough thrust. your moan broke into a whimper as he filled you completely, stretching you open without mercy. he started fucking you hard against the desk, hips slamming forward with brutal force that made the furniture creak. “fuck, you're tight” he snarled, gripping your waist with both hands. “he could never reach this deep. only i can make your pussy take every inch like this.”
“kei-” you panted between thrusts, your body jolting with each savage slam. “he- he wouldn't do this.”
“he already did worse by lying to you” uzuki shot back, leaning over your back to speak right against your ear. his pace never slowed, cock pounding into your dripping cunt with wet slaps echoing through the room. “i have proof. photos. messages. he's been using his missions as an excuse to fuck around. you really think he deserves your loyalty?" he reached around to rub your clit again, forcing more pleasure through your shaking frame. “i can give you everything. safety. a man who won't leave you empty at night.”
you tried to answer but another hard thrust knocked the words out of you, turning them into a broken moan. uzuki grabbed your hair, pulling your head back just enough to meet your eyes. “say it. say you want me to keep going.”
“i … don’t know” you whimpered but your hips pushed back against him anyway. he laughed low and fucked you harder, the desk scraping across the floor from the force.
“liar” he hissed, releasing your hair to slap your ass sharply. “your body knows. it knows nagumo can't satisfy you the way i can. look at how you're dripping down my cock.” he drove in deeper, angling his hips to hit your sweet spot with every thrust. “if he ever walks away, you come straight here. my door stays open for you. my bed. whatever you need, i'll give it.”
your moans grew louder as he fucked you without slowing, his cock stretching and claiming you with vicious intensity. “kei ... it's too much” you gasped but he only growled and sped up, skin slapping loudly against you.
“no such thing as too much when it's me” he said, voice rough with effort. “cum again. let me feel that pussy squeeze me while i remind you who really owns it now.” his fingers found your clit once more, rubbing fast and firm until your second orgasm crashed over you. your walls clenched tight around his thick length, milking him as you cried out and shook under him.
uzuki groaned but kept thrusting through it, fucking you relentlessly until his own release built. he pulled out at the last second, stroking his cock and shooting thick ropes of cum across your ass and lower back. he leaned down again, lips brushing her ear as he caught his breath. “remember what i said. if nagumo leaves ... you know where to find me.”
the walk back to the apartment was a blur of cold sweat, trembling knees, and suffocating silence. by the time you unlocked the front door, you couldn't hold it together anymore. you collapsed into the hallway, tears streaming down your pale face, your clothes slightly disheveled and your breath coming in short ragged gasps.
coincidentally, nagumo had come home early that night. hearing the door, he came jogging out of the kitchen with a bright, easy smile but the moment his eyes landed on your shattered figure, his expression completely dropped. his heart sank.
“honey? hey, hey, what happened?” nagumo dropped to his knees immediately, his hands reaching out to cradle your face, his dark eyes filled with instant, frantic worry. “who did this to you? look at me, please-”
slap.
the sharp sound of your palm striking his cheek echoed through the quiet apartment. nagumo’s head snapped to the side. he froze, his eyes wide and unblinking as he remained completely still, his mind desperately trying to process what had just happened. he had never seen you like this. you had never lifted a hand against him.
“you liar!” you screamed, your voice cracking as the heavy, agonizing tears poured down your cheeks. you shivered violently, clutching your own arms as you stared at him with a mix of betrayal and heartbreak. “you've been cheating on me! you're always ‘on a mission’ late at night but you're actually out at luxury hotels with another woman! you've been seeing someone else behind my back this whole time!”
nagumo stared at you, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated shock. “what ...? other woman? hotel? honey, what are you talking about? who on earth told you that?”
“uzuki!” you sobbed out, the name tearing from your throat. “kei uzuki! he showed me the pictures! he showed me everything!”
the moment that name left your lips, the air in the room turned ice cold. nagumo’s entire demeanor shifted. the playful, gentle husband vanished, replaced by the terrifying aura of a deadly jcc assassin. his eyes darkened into a dangerous, pitch black void. uzuki. his old friend turned mortal enemy had touched his civilian world.
but as nagumo looked closer at you, his eyes caught something else a dark, unmistakable mark bruised onto the delicate skin of your neck. a heavy, suffocating weight dropped into his stomach. his breath hitched. no. please tell me she didn't ... she wouldn't cheat on me, right? a fleeting, painful thought crossed his mind, tearing at his heart.
seeing the sudden doubt and hurt in his eyes, you broke down completely, dropping your head into your hands as you confessed everything. through broken, breathless sobs, you told him how uzuki had trapped you, how he had manipulated you with those fake photos and how he had used that heavy doubt to force himself onto you against your will.
nagumo listened in absolute, terrifying silence. but before you could spiral further into guilt, he gently but firmly grabbed your hands, pulling you against his chest.
“look at me” nagumo commanded softly, his voice trembling with an emotion he rarely showed. “i have never, ever looked at other woman since the day i met you in that bakery. those photos are fake, honey. uzuki edited them. he hates me and he used my secrecy against us. when i'm out late, it's always jaa business. i have never betrayed you. not once. i love you more than my own life.”
hearing the tremendous and unconditional loyalty from him, a wave of intense self hatred engulfs you. you feel disgusted with yourself. you have a husband who is extremely faithful, protective and loving but you have just been tainted by his worst enemy under the office roof. guilt and the memory of uzuki’s touch make you feel physical pain. you cry harder, pressing your face against nagumo’s chest, whispering how sorry you are how dirty you feel.
nagumo doesn’t blame you. not at all. instead, his grip around you tightens, his knuckles turning white as the fierce and silent anger takes over his entire being. uzuki not only crossed the line. he has destroyed the only sacred thing nagumo has left in this world.
he spent the next hour hugging you, clearing his enemy's touch from your skin and carrying you to the bed. he waited until your crying eased and you finally fell asleep in exhaustion and trauma.
once your breathing steadied, nagumo slowly got up from the edge of the mattress.
he walked to the wardrobe in the dark, his face showing nothing at all, his eyes dead and cold. he reached inside, pulled out a large swiss army knife, inspecting its blades with slow careful movements. he put on his coat, stepped out onto the balcony as the rain started pouring down on the city streets below.
warnings: non con, blackmail, unprotected sex, forced intimacy, cumming inside, no curse au, no prep, manipulation, obsession, manhandle, pervy geto
wc: 1.3k
disclaimer: this story contains dark themes, unhealthy relationship and criminal behavior. reader discretion is advised. please separate fiction from reality.
law school is really tough and failing in the first semester feels like the world has ended. as an orphan with no family to rely on, the burden of retaking exams is completely on your shoulders.
you try to balance studying with a part-time job but the small pay barely covers groceries, let alone university fees. you feel hopeless, like there’s no way out and you’re completely exhausted.
then you spot an ad for a live-in housekeeper at a luxury property. the salary is insanely high, more than enough to pay off your tuition debt. without thinking twice, you apply.
but when the heavy oak door of the mansion opens on your first day, your heart sinks. standing there in expensive silk clothes is none other than suguru, your classmate from elementary school. in the years since you last met, suguru has become incredibly rich, smart and influential.
when suguru realized that the desperate girl who applied to clean his house was his former classmate, a casual dark smile spread across his face. he immediately hired you.
it wasn't long before you realized that you had walked right into a trap. suguru's attitude wasn't just playful. he became obsessed with your presence in his space, turning every household chore into an opportunity to tease and corner you.
“you missed a spot, y/n” suguru’s low voice murmured one afternoon.
you froze, hands holding the dust cloth while your tutor stepped right behind you, his chest pressing against your back. he didn't care about cleanliness. he just wanted to feel you tremble. his hands slowly wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him, his fingers boldly tracing the edge of your maid’s skirt.
you swallowed hard, your eyes stinging with tears that didn't fall but you forced yourself to stay quiet. you couldn't stop. you needed this money so badly and suguru knew exactly how helpless you were. his touch became more demanding, his fingers sliding down your skirt to caress your bare thighs, mocking your silence with a soft dark laugh in your ear.
what makes it easy for suguru to push your limits is how innocent you are. you really don’t understand the dark currents of the world that have pulled you in. because you work as a housemaid living in his house, the quietest nights are the scariest.
sometimes, through the thin walls of the maid's room, you would hear muffled, gasping moans coming from suguru's bedroom upstairs, your breath getting caught as they call your name in the dark. but because you're too naive, you don't know the real meaning of those sounds so you just take them as normal and ignore them.
you carry that same innocence into your work all day. it wasn't until that afternoon, when you were dusting the shelves in suguru's master bedroom, you came across a hidden porn magazine under his desk. your eyes paused briefly on the scandalous cover but you just put it back and ignored it, thinking it wasn't your business what your wealthy employer keeps in his private time.
but now it’s all starting to chase you. you head back to his master bedroom on that rainy late afternoon, changing the sheets without realizing that suguru is watching you from the doorway.
before you could smooth down the blanket, the door clicked shut and the lock turned with a heavy thud. geto crossed the room with slow predatory steps, his dark eyes fixed on you like a predator cornering its prey.
“mr. suguru … i'm almost done with the room” you whispered stepping back until your knees hit the edge of the mattress.
“forget about that” geto purred, pinning both of your wrists against the mattress before you could even move. his massive frame completely overshadowed you, his dark eyes shimmering with a dangerous possessive intensity.
the dark reality of those midnight groans and the magazine covers suddenly crashed down on your mind all at once, making your heart race in pure panic.
geto noticed the sudden realization flickering in your eyes and a dark, breathless smile spread across his face as his grip tightened. “finally figuring it out, y/n? you've been working so hard for this money ... don't you think it's time you properly please your master?”
he bent over, his lips touching your neck, deeply inhaling your body scent while his fingers gripped your wrists, holding them firmly above your head. with his free hand, he slowly unbuttoned your maid's clothes one by one, exposing your racing heartbeat to the heat.
suguru's breath became hotter on your neck as his free hand finished unbuttoning your maid's clothes down to the waist. he pulled the fabric apart, revealing your bare chest to the cool bedroom air.
“think smart, y/n” he whispered, voice low and venomous. “if you don’t do this, i’ll call my parents right now and tell them to fire you. you’ll lose this job, this roof and every cent you need for those repeat papers. you’ll go back to being broke with nothing. so choose go broke or spread your legs and pay for your semester like a good little maid.”
your eyes widened in horror. the weight of his words crushed any resistance. with no family, no savings and tuition deadlines looming, you had nowhere else to turn. tears welled up as you nodded weakly, body trembling.
“good girl” he growled, releasing your wrists only to flip you onto your stomach and rip the rest of your uniform down your hips. he shoved your face into the fresh sheets while his other hand worked his belt open. the sound of his zipper echoed like a death knell. without warning, he forced your thighs apart and slammed his thick cock straight into your dry pussy in one brutal thrust.
you screamed into the mattress, the sudden stretch tearing through you. geto groaned in pure pleasure, hips snapping forward again and again, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. “fuck, you’re so tight” he hissed, one hand fisting your hair to yank your head back while the other pinned your wrists behind you. he pounded into you relentlessly, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room as your cries grew louder.
tears streamed down your face, soaking the sheets. every violent thrust sent jolts of pain through your body but geto only moaned louder, lost in his obsession. “that’s it, cry for me” he panted, leaning over to bite your shoulder hard enough to bruise. “you’re mine now. this pussy belongs to your master.”
he flipped you onto your back again, hooking your legs over his shoulders so he could drive even deeper. his cock hammered against your cervix with every stroke, stretching you painfully wide. you sobbed openly, body jerking under the force of his assault but he didn’t slow down. instead, he reached between your bodies to rub your clit roughly, forcing unwanted sparks through your suffering.
“look at me while i ruin you, sweetheart” he demanded, gripping your jaw. his dark eyes burned with twisted satisfaction as he watched every tear fall. he thrust harder, faster, chasing his own climax while you broke beneath him. “scream louder, sweetheart. no one’s coming to save you.”
your walls clenched around his cock from the brutal friction and geto let out a guttural moan. he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding your raw pussy with hot cum. he stayed inside you, grinding slowly as he emptied every drop, savoring your broken sobs.
even after he finished, he didn’t pull out. instead, he started moving again, already hardening inside your cum slicked hole. “we’re not done” he murmured against your ear, voice thick with lust. “you still owe me for that tuition. cry all you want this is your new job now.”
pairings: yan!student council president gojo satoru x f!reader
warnings: non con, breeding, forced pregnancy, unprotected sex, dark romance, toxic, obsession, possessive, baby trapping, forced relationship, blackmail, cumming inside, creepy gojo, no curse au, college au
wc: 1k
disclaimer: this story contains dark themes, unhealthy relationship and criminal behavior. reader discretion is advised. please separate fiction from reality.
gojo satoru was the school’s student council president perfect grades, good looking and an aura that naturally drew everyone’s attention. yet, for all his loud confidence around others, there was one person who made him completely lose his words. you. you were just a regular student council member, quiet and content with staying in the background, completely unaware that the president had been secretly infatuated with you for months.
he knows things are getting worse. his eyes follow you every morning briefing and he always schedules events so that your tasks overlap with his. but he never has the courage to say what’s really on his mind to you.
that was until graduation eve.
the school hall was completely empty, save for the two of you left behind to clean up the remaining decorations from the ceremony. the silence between you felt heavy, broken only by the rustling of trash bags and the echo of footsteps.
“y/n …” gojo suddenly called out, stepping into your space. his usual loud playful voice was completely gone, replaced by this weird tense quiet. he rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at his shoes for a second before staring right at you.
“uh … i actually wanted to tell you something. i’ve liked you for a really long time now. like way more than just someone i work with on the council. i know it's sudden but … i really want us to be together. could you give me a chance?”
you blinked holding a stack of folded chairs, completely caught off guard. you looked at him, feeling nothing but awkwardness. to you, gojo satoru was just a distant figure, the guy who ran the council meetings. you barely even knew him personally.
“oh ... gojo-san” you said hesitantly, offering a polite but strained smile. “i'm sorry but i don't really know you like that. you're a great president but i've never thought of you as anything more. i don't feel the same way.”
the rejection was simple, polite and absolute.
but inside gojo's mind, something shifted violently. the rejection didn't make him back down. it triggered a dark, suffocating realization. he had spent months yearning from afar and he wasn't going to let it end with a polite rejection.
if you didn't know him, he would just have to make sure you never forgot him.
in the weeks that followed graduation, gojo’s quiet infatuation twisted into a terrifying obsession.
he became a ghost in your shadow and living in the same dorm complex only made it easier for him. gojo memorized your entire daily routine down to the exact minute what time you left your dorm room, which path you took across the quad.
your favorite convenience store snacks and when you went down to the laundry room.
his bedroom walls became a chaotic archive of your life, filled with candid photos he took from afar, copies of your class schedules and a master key to the residential block. he was entirely consumed by you, his possessive nature growing more frantic with every passing day you remained oblivious.
then came the stormiest night of the month.
you were walking back to your dorm building late, the heavy downpour muffling the sound of everything around you. your umbrella shielded your view as you hurriedly walked down the dimly lit campus path, making you completely unaware of the tall figure stepping out from the shadows behind you.
just as you reached the secluded side entrance of the dorms, before you could even pull open the heavy door, a large, familiar hand clad in a dark sleeve gripped your shoulder, pulling you backward into the dark recess of the building's overhang. you dropped your umbrella, gasping in terror as you found yourself pinned against the cold brick wall of your own dorm, staring up into the familiar, manic blue eyes of gojo satoru.
“found you” gojo whispered, a dark breathless smile spreading across his face as he locked his arms on either side of you, trapping you completely in his space right outside your doorstep.
gojo’s manic grin widened as his grip on your shoulders tightened like iron. without another word, he spun you around and shoved you forward through the side entrance, his tall frame pressing close behind to keep you moving. rainwater dripped from his white hair onto your neck while his free hand clamped over your mouth to muffle any sound.
he dragged you up the stairs to your dorm room, using the spare key he had stolen weeks earlier. the door clicked shut behind you both. the second it locked, gojo yanked your wet clothes off with rough tugs, exposing your skin to the cool air. he pushed you onto the bed face down, one knee pinning your lower back while he take out his phone from his pocket.
“smile for the camera, y/n” he muttered, voice low and shaking with obsession. he started recording, the lens capturing every second as he forced your legs apart.
his cock already hard and leaking slammed into your pussy in one brutal thrust.
you cried out but he only pressed your face harder into the mattress and kept filming the way his hips snapped forward, stretching you open without mercy.
he fucked you relentlessly, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. he angled his cock to hit your cervix with every stroke, grunting as he watched the footage on his screen. “take it. you’re mine now.” his fingers dug bruises into your hips while he pounded you, sweat mixing with rainwater on your skin.
he didn’t stop until his cock pulsed and he flooded your womb with thick ropes of cum, holding himself buried deep so none of it could escape.
when he finally pulls away, he zooms the camera on your swollen pussy and drips cum before stopping the recording. he leans over you, lips brushing against your ears.
“this video stays with me. if you try to leave, if you even think about running, everyone will see exactly how i claimed you. and now … you’re going to stay. you’re going to carry my child. we’ll graduate, get married and you’ll never escape me.”
gojo kissed the back of your neck possessively, already hardening again against your thigh as he restarted the phone to capture round two.
pairings: yan!fire fighter toji fushiguro x f!reader
warnings: non con, breeding, forced pregnancy, unprotected sex, dark romance, toxic, obsession, possessive, baby trapping, forced relatipnship, no curse au
wc: 902
disclaimer: this story contains dark themes, unhealthy relationship and criminal behavior. reader discretion is advised. please separate fiction from reality.
the acrid smoke clawed at your throat the moment you jolted awake. flames already licked the ceiling above your bed, orange light dancing across the walls as the fire devoured the curtains and furniture. you scrambled off the mattress coughing violently but the door handle burned your palm when you grabbed it. no escape that way. the windows were sealed shut from years of neglect and the heat pressed in from every direction.
you screamed. you pounded the walls kicked the floor anything to make noise. “help! someone help me!” your voice cracked as smoke filled your lungs. sirens wailed in the distance thank God a neighbor had called. minutes later the door burst inward. firefighters in full gear stormed the room axes swinging. one massive figure cut through the blaze straight toward you.
strong arms scooped you up before you could protest. the man carried you through the collapsing doorway and down the stairs into the cool night air. he set you on the grass yanking off his helmet. familiar green eyes met yours, scarred lip curling into a grin.
“toji?” you rasped.
“hey, doll. been a while.” toji fushiguro, your childhood friend turned notorious womanizer, looked every bit the muscular firefighter broad chest straining his jacket, soot smudged across his jaw. he stayed close while paramedics checked you over, one big hand resting on your shoulder longer than necessary.
with nowhere else to go and everything you owned reduced to ash, toji offered his spare room without hesitation. “stay with me until you get back on your feet. no arguments.” you accepted but the second you stepped into his apartment you felt the shift. his gaze followed your every move. you made rules immediately: no entering your room without knocking, separate bathroom times, no casual touching. toji agreed with a smirk that said he planned to test every line.
living together meant constant temptation. toji walked around shirtless after shifts, muscles glistening from the shower. he cooked for you, his body brushing yours in the tiny kitchen.
the rest of the fire department dropped by often tall, ripped guys who laughed loud and flirted easily. you caught yourself staring more than once, heart fluttering despite your best efforts. toji noticed.
his jealousy simmered beneath the surface though he kept it hidden behind cocky comments.
weeks passed. you landed a steady job and started saving. the moment you had enough for a deposit on a new place, you told him. “i'm moving out next month.”
toji's expression darkened. “no, you're not.”
that night he came home late from a long shift, smelling of smoke and sweat. you were already in bed when he entered your room without knocking. before you could speak he was on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. his other ripped your sleep shorts down your legs.
“you think you can just leave me?” he growled forcing your thighs apart. his cock was already hard thick and veined pressing against your entrance. he thrust in deep with one brutal shove, stretching you wide without prep. pain and shock ripped through you as he started fucking you hard into the mattress. each slam of his hips drove you deeper into the bed, his heavy balls slapping your ass.
“toji-stop!” you cried but he only fucked harder grunting with every stroke. he released your wrists to grab your hips, yanking you back onto his cock as he pounded your pussy relentlessly. your walls clenched around him against your will slick starting to ease the brutal friction.
he flipped you onto your stomach, mounting you from behind. one arm hooked under your waist, lifting your ass higher so he could drive even deeper. his cock speared into you again and again, the wet sounds of your forced joining filling the room. he reached around to rub your clit in rough circles, forcing unwanted sparks of pleasure through your body while he raped you.
“gonna fill you up, doll” he panted, hips snapping faster. “gonna put a baby in you so you can't leave, make me a daddy will you?” his thrusts grew erratic then he buried himself to the hilt and came hard.
thick ropes of cum flooded your pussy pulsing deep inside as he kept thrusting through his orgasm to push it further into your womb.
he didn't pull out. instead he stayed buried, cock twitching as he caught his breath. when he finally done he rolled you onto your back and spread your legs again. his fingers scooped the leaking cum back into your hole before he lined up and fucked you a second time, slower but just as deep. he came again adding more seed ensuring it took root.
over the following days toji kept you close, fucking you whenever the mood struck, bent over the kitchen counter, pinned in the shower, riding him on the couch while he held you down. he refused to let you take birth control, watching your belly with possessive hunger. the pregnancy test came back positive weeks later. toji smiled like he'd won.
“see? you're not going anywhere now.” he pulled you into his lap, cock already hardening against your thigh as his hand rested over your still flat stomach. the fire that destroyed your old life had led straight into his trap and now his seed grew inside you binding you to him forever.
warnings: non con, breeding, forced pregnancy, unprotected sex, pregnancy sex, angst, marital issues, dark romance, rebirth/reincarnation au, unrequited love (initially), toxic, obsession, possessive, stalking, drugging, kidnapping
wc: 1.6k
disclaimer: this story contains dark themes, unhealthy relationship dynamics and criminal behavior. reader discretion is advised. please separate fiction from reality.
this marriage was never something ran haitani wanted. to him, you were nothing more than a status on paper, the result of a business arranged marriage. ran was always consumed by bonten’s affairs, returning home late at night, completely ignoring you as you faithfully waited for him at the dining table with food that had long gone cold.
“ran, can we talk for a moment? just ten minutes ...” you pleaded that night hesitantly clutching the edge of his shirt.
ran coldly brushed your hand away. “i’m tired. stop being childish.”
you constantly starved for his attention but ran always chose to close his eyes to it. until one day, the devastating truth was uncovered. you saw ran at a luxurious restaurant intimately wrapping his arm around another woman something he had never once done with you.
your heart shattered into a million pieces. with tears blurring your vision, you ran out into the heavy pouring rain. in your daze, you failed to notice the blinding headlights rushing from the side.
SCREECH! CRASH!
your body was thrown through the air. in your final moments, a bitter smile played on your lips. finally ... i am free from this pain.
when ran arrived at the hospital and saw your lifeless body covered beneath the white sheet, his entire world collapsed. the divorce papers you had left behind in the bedroom felt like a violent slap to his face. ran wept uncontrollably desperately holding your cold body. regret had come but time could not be turned back. you were gone.
years bled into decades and ran lived like a walking corpse, deeply haunted by a suffocating guilt. but one day, in a new lifetime, ran happened to walk past a small florist at the corner of the city.
he froze mid step.
inside the shop, a girl was arranging white roses. she accidentally knocked over a vase and let out a soft laugh, playfully sticking her tongue out a unique habit you used to do in the past whenever you made a clumsy mistake.
ran stepped inside, his heart pounding violently against his chest. when the girl turned around and offered a warm smile, ran was completely paralyzed. the face, the eyes even the way she greeted him … it was all identical. to top it off, there was a small crescent moon shaped birthmark on her right wrist, exactly like the one his late wife had.
“is that her?” ran whispered to himself, his eyes welling with tears. God had given him a second chance. this time, ran swore he would never let you go again.
ran began to weave himself into your life. he became a regular at the flower shop, showering you with lavish gifts and always being there for you. however, you in this lifetime carried no memories of the past. to you, ran was simply a very kind remarkably handsome man.
one day, under the gentle drizzle of rain, ran finally gathered the courage to confess his feelings. “y/n ... please be mine. i will give you everything. please, live your life with me.”
you were caught off guard offering an awkward smile as you gently shook your head. “i’m sorry, ran … i truly appreciate everything you've done for me. but i only see you as a friend nothing more than that. i haven't really thought about romance yet.”
hearing the word “friend”caused something to snap violently inside ran. the warmth in his eyes instantly died out, replaced by a dark, chilling abyss. the obsessive, possessive nature he had been suppressing all this time finally broke its chains.
a friend? after all the regret that burned me alive in the past, she only sees me as a friend? no. i won’t let her slip away again. ran thought, his sanity fracturing.
the following night, you were walking home alone from the flower shop. the streets were dead silent. suddenly a sleek black luxury car pulled up right next to you.
before you could even scream, a handkerchief soaked in a pungent chemical was clamped tightly over your nose and mouth. your consciousness quickly faded away, and the last image you saw before darkness took over was ran smiling down at you with a sinister gaze.
when you finally woke up, you found yourself lying in a massive opulently decorated yet completely unfamiliar bedroom. your ankle was bound by a heavy gold chain long enough to let you move around the room but making escape entirely impossible.
the bedroom door clicked open. ran walked in holding a tray of warm food looking down at you with eyes full of madness and a distorted overwhelming love.
“ran?! what is the meaning of this?! let me go!” you screamed in sheer terror.
ran knelt beside the bed gently caressing your cheek despite your frantic attempts to flinch away.
“i am never letting you go again” ran whispered his voice deep and raspy as he pressed a possessive kiss against your forehead. “in the past, i ignored you and it was the biggest mistake of my life. now, you aren't allowed to go anywhere. you belong to me … forever.”
the basement smelled of damp concrete and the cloying, expensive scent of ran’s cologne. you strained against the leather cuffs binding your wrists to the heavy iron frame of the bed, the metal biting into her skin. the dim yellow light of a single overhead bulb flickered, casting long, erratic shadows across ran’s face as he stepped out of the darkness.
he didn't look like the gentle friend who had courted you for months, his eyes were hollow shimmering with a manic starving intensity.
“why do you keep fighting me?”
ran’s voice was a low purr but it carried a jagged edge. he stopped at the edge of the bed, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw with a touch that felt more like a threat than a caress.
“you're insane, ran! let me go!”
he chuckled, a dry sound that didn't reach his eyes. he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear.
“i spent a lifetime regretting how i let you slip away the first time. i watched you bleed out on the asphalt, your eyes turning glassy while i screamed your name. do you think i'll let a little thing like 'friendship' stand in my way this time?”
you recoiled, your breath hitching. “i don't know what you're talking about! i'm not- i'm not whoever you think i am!”
“you are mine” he hissed his composure snapping. he grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him. “every each of your being belongs to me. if you won't love me willingly, i'll carve my name into your soul until you have nothing left but me.”
with a violent jerk, ran ripped your clothes away, the fabric shredding with a loud sharp tear. you shrieked trying to kick him away but he pinned your legs down with his weight, his heavy thighs crushing her hips into the mattress. he didn't waste time with tenderness.
he reached down, his hand diving between your legs, fingers shoving brutally past your underwear to find your clit.
“you're so wet for me even while you scream” he mocked his voice thick with lust.
he worked his fingers inside you, the sound of wet, sliding friction a rhythmic squelching filling the quiet room. he stretched you open aggressively ignoring your pleas, his thumb grinding against your sensitive nub until you let out a strangled moan of unwanted pleasure.
ran groaned, his own arousal evident through the fabric of his trousers. he freed his cock, a thick pulsing vein throbbing along the length of his shaft. he didn't use any lubricant other than your own frantic secretions.
he positioned the broad, wet head of his member against her opening and thrust inward with one sudden violent shove.
your back arched, a sharp cry escaping as he bottomed out his cock slamming against your cervix. the air was pushed out of your lungs in a ragged gasp.
“you're going to take every inch of me” ran growled his voice guttural.
he began to move his thrusts heavy and relentless. the sound of their bodies colliding the wet, slapping noise of his balls hitting your thighs. shlicking sounds filled the air as he slid in and out, the friction creating a burning heat.
ran’s movements were overzealous at one point, he pulled back too far, his cock slipping out with a wet pop before he slammed back in nearly lifting you off the bed.
“i'm going to fill you” he whispered his teeth grazing her neck leaving a bruising mark. “i'm going to put a baby in you so you can never run away again. you'll be tied to me by blood and bone.”
the thought of it sent a wave of terror through you but ran only intensified his pace. he gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh leaving red crescents. he hammered into you, the squelching sound of your pussy gripping his shaft becoming a frantic rhythm.
ran’s breathing became erratic short puffs of air hitting your skin. he felt the build up, the pressure in his loins reaching a breaking point. he drove himself deep one last time pinning you firmly against the mattress and let out a low animalistic roar.
he came in great hot spurts, the thick cream of his seed flooding her womb. you felt the warmth filling, a visceral sensation of being claimed. he didn't pull out, he stayed buried deep inside you pulsing ensuring every drop of his essence was deposited deep within your cervix.
he collapsed onto you, his sweat slicked chest heaving against your breasts.
“now” he whispered, his voice possessive and dark. “you're finally where you belong.”
Tw: Overpowering, suffocating, hidden red flag, mention of harming reader, r@pe threats, sickeningly sweet
It had been a lazy afternoon — the kind that made you feel like time had slowed just for you and him. The two of you were curled up on the couch, tangled in a mess, your legs on eachother comfortably. Your head was on his chest, and his arm was draped on your waist.
You could hear the soft thud of his heartbeat through his shirt. Everything felt warm and safe. He was on his phone, as usual, scrolling through something. You’d been half-dozing, fingers tracing little shapes on his chest, until you noticed the little smirk forming on his lips.
"What's so funny?” you asked, lifting your head. “Nothing,” he said quickly, too quickly, tilting the phone away from your curious eyes. You sat up straighter.
“Nothing doesn’t make you smile like that.”
“Just a post. You’d get jealous.” That made you narrow your eyes.
“I would not.”
“Mhm.”
He looked entirely too smug. You grinned. “Gimme the phone.”He raised it above his head. “Nope.” “Are you really doing this right now?” you asked, already climbing over him. He laughed, deep and easy.
“You’re gonna have to work for it, sweetheart.” That was all the challenge you needed.
You pounced, straddling his lap, reaching for the phone. He leaned back further, one arm shielding the screen, the other holding you at bay.
(The thing he was laughing at was some random meme but decided to act like its some big thing)
You were both laughing now — loud and playful. “Cheater!” you accused, grabbing his wrist. “I’m defending my privacy!” “Oh, please!” you huffed, trying to pin his arms down.
“You're acting like you're hiding government secrets or smt! What are u part of the fbi??” He snorted, twisting just enough to roll you off him, but you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back down with you.
You both collapsed onto the floor, breathless. You landed on top of him, your hair falling in your face. You were flushed, both from effort and from how close you were — your knees bracketing his hips, his breath brushing your cheek.
For a moment, you just stared at each other, wide-eyed and smiling. “You’re such a menace” he said, his voice low and fond.
You tilted your head. “Takes one to know one.” He suddenly surged forward — not threateningly, but fast enough to catch you off guard — and tackled you to the carpet.
You yelped, laughing, as he pinned your shoulders down, hovering above you with that boyish, reckless grin.
“You really thought you could beat me?” he teased.
“I was winning!”
“You wish.”
You shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge. “Okay, seriously. Off. You weigh a ton.” You groaned under his weight.
He raised a brow. “Oh, do I now?”
“Yes, and—”
Your words stopped. Because suddenly… he wasn’t laughing anymore. His grin faded, almost too slowly. Like a mask sliding off. You frowned up at him.
“Hey. What’s with the look?”
He was staring at you — not angry. Not smiling. Just… staring. His eyes darkened slightly. Something unreadable flickered across his face.“You’re so small,” he said quietly.
The hairs on your arms prickled. “I mean, yeah, compared to you,” you said lightly, trying to steer the mood back. “You’re a literal human boulder haha.. uh—?”
He didn’t smile. “You’re soft. Breakable.” Your breath hitched. He adjusted his grip on your wrists — and that’s when you noticed.You couldn’t move. Not even a little.
“Okay,” you said, your tone shifting, “you’re holding kinda tight..”
He didn’t blink. “You didn’t notice before. You were too busy laughing.” His voice was soft, like he was telling you a secret. A confession. “I didn’t think it’d feel this good,” he murmured. “Having you like this.”
Your chest tightened. “Let go.”
Still, no reaction. He was studying you, drinking in every twitch of discomfort. “I could break every bone in your wrist right now,” he said, so matter-of-factly it made your stomach twist. "Or....do something even worse. Maybe I'll take you, no matter if you gave concent or not? Would you.....would you like that?"
Your heart slammed against your ribs. “Why would you say something like that?” you whispered. You knew there were guys in the internet who would joke about r@pe but you didn't think your innocent boyfriend would be one of them. Little did you know, it wasn't a joke.
He tilted his head, like a curious animal. “Why..? Hm.. let me think. Maybe because you would look pretty crying and begging me to stop?” His voice trailed off, but his grip tightened slightly. Not enough to hurt — just enough to remind you it could hurt. “When I'm deep inside you.. you'd scream so beautifully. Maybe scream for help or pleasure. Who wouldn't want to see that?" He said it so softly, basically a mumble of words like he's reciting a ritual to you. He grinds softly on your hip, giving your throat a light squeeze.
Your throat went dry. Then, just like that, he let go. He rolled off you, as if nothing happened, and offered a hand to help you up. Doing nothing to hide his slight arousal in his pants and that look on his face.
His smile had returned — warm, open, familiar. “Just playing, right?” he said lightly.
You didn’t take his hand. You sat up slowly, your wrists aching where he’d held them, your breath shallow. He watched you with quiet amusement, like you were overreacting.
Like it had all been a harmless game. But you knew better now. Something in him had cracked open — something he hadn’t meant for you to see.
Or maybe he had. Maybe he wanted you to know.
You looked at him, really looked, and realized with a pale expression.
You'd never be able to stop him if he actually tried to use his full strength. He could overpower you, bind you and do whatever the fuck he wanted to.
Pairings: Yandere!Yuta okkotsu (aged up!) x f!reader
Warnings: noncon -> dubcon, breeding, forced pregnancy, mentions of termination of pregnancy, unprotected sex, p in v, cunnilingus, face riding, pregnancy sex, maki still doesn't know that yuta is cheating on her, multiple orgasms, cumming inside, creampie, yuta is lowk nasty, obsession, controlling yuta, sort of ooc(?), please block me if uncomfortable with dark content. (not proofread)
based off these merged reqs; one & two // part 1
wc: 2k
do not normalize or romanticize dark content irl.
Yandere Yuta! who goes home all happy and giddy after the incident in the abandoned building, though it turns sour when he quickly realises the situation he put himself in.
He was a married man after all, and there was no way that it was just going to be a one time thing, especially after finally listening to his primal need and getting the taste of something he'd always wanted.
He would be foolish if he wasn't going back for more.
You had hoped that each encounter would be the last, but much to your horror, it never turns out to be, Yuta grows increasingly wild and unpredictable everyday, he's acting like a man in love, constantly buying you flowers, gifts and everything else as if you guys are in an official loving relationship.
Definitely not some fucked up one with insane power imbalance, not to mention, he is also married.
It was an internal conflict Yuta would experience, especially when Maki would nudge him to get a new ring of the same design, a reminder that he was married and had to uphold his duties.
But he would be lying if he said that he didn't find it thrilling, something about the entire situation turns him on. He sometimes wishes Maki would catch him in the act or something while he's obliterating your cunt, but realistically it would result in a messy situation that could put you in danger, and he doesn't want that.
So the rendezvous just continues.
It was a usual day for him, he was at your house, something he'd do when Maki went off on missions, but you were extremely nervous for some reason today. You usually are, but something was off about today.
The way you'd instinctively placed your hand over your tummy when he thrusted hard? It wasn't normal, he'd also noticed that your period was late, which yes, he keeps track of for some reason.
He got off the bed, taking advantage of your absence since you went to the bathroom, he scurried through your home before he reached where the trash bin was placed, and there it was.
A pregnancy test, in the middle of the trash.
A positive pregnancy test.
You were pregnant.
Yuta was just done fucking you a few minutes prior, but still the blood rushed to his cock, he could feel himself getting hard underneath his boxers, he felt genuine butterflies, immediately rushing back to your bedroom and caught you stepping out of the bathroom, only with your oversized tee on. He smiled, pulling you into a hug.
“I can't believe I'm going to be a dad! How long did you know it for??” He asked, expression elated, the complete opposite of yours as you felt dread overwhelm your body.
He wasn't supposed to know.
“I uh— what?” You tried playing dumb.
“I saw the kit in the trash, how long did you know that you were pregnant for?” He questioned again, staring into your eyes.
Fuck.
“Yesterday.” You answered.
“And you didn't tell me? I'm upset.” He pouted, “Though it must be because you were planning to surprise me right? I'm sorry if I ruined it.” He beamed, pushing you onto the bed.
“uh I no— I don't—” You didn't know what to tell him, but could only watch as he took off his boxers once again, his cock springing up, you could almost feel like it was thrumming with excitement.
“I cannot believe I'm actually going to become a dad, this is surreal!” He smiled, lining up his cock with your entrance. You panicked, head spinning as you shook your head, his excitement felt pressuring and you were suffocating.
“I'm— I don't want it!” You blurt out which made Yuta freeze dead in his track.
“What?” His voice was low, his eyes loosing all the light from the prior excitement.
“I don't want it. I'm not keeping the baby, I was going to get rid of it— urgh!” Your words were cut off by Yuta shoving and ramming his cock into you with no warning, fully sheathing himself inside.
“Did I fuck you stupid? Or are you saying things that don't make sense?” He questioned, tilting his head to the side slightly as his hips move slowly. “You don't want the baby?” He asks, and you nod.
“It doesn't matter, you're keeping it.” He says dismissively, your eyes widen in disbelief.
“But i—”
“You are carrying my heir.” He cuts you off, emphasizing the word 'heir' with a thrust. “My heir, the one that could inherit my clan after me. I cannot have you making selfish decisions.” He wraps his hand around your throat.
“Besides, how can you be so cruel and deny our baby?” His other hand splays over your lower abdomen. “The baby that is a proof and symbol of our love?”
Love?
You wanted to scoff.
“Anyway, you're not getting rid of it.” He concludes. “Don't even think of sneaking behind my back, you do not want to face the consequences.” He warns you sweetly before continuing to thrust into your warm cunt.
You lay there, staring at the ceiling as you contemplate everything.
You wish you hadn't returned to the sorcerer world.
Time flew by pretty quickly, and with each and every month, your belly continued to grow. Explaining to the others felt shameful, having to make up excuses about a one night stand and a deadbeat fling since you couldn't actually reveal the truth, especially to Maki.
“Hey, if you don't mind, can I ask you a favour?” Maki all of a sudden on one fine day suddenly decided to ask you something, it came out of nowhere.
“Yes, sure, what is it?” You replied, hand stroking your full belly, it became a habit now.
“It's something extremely personal, and the thing you need to know before that is the fact that... Yuta is impotent.” She begins.
“What?” You were genuinely caught off guard.
“I know it seems like a shocking thing, we tried for a child for a few months prior to your arrival but— it never really ended up anywhere, and when we went for a check up recently, it was confirmed that he had issues, I think it's a combination of infertility and erectile dysfunction.” She revealed, venting all of her frustrations.
You just remained there in shock, there was no way Yuta was having any issues, you know very well.
“Since— oh it might be too much to ask, and it's totally up to you— he was the one that suggested this— but, your child doesn't have a father right? Is it alright if we adopt it? Obviously you'll still be the mother but the kid will carry the 'Okkotsu' name. The decision is yours, no pressure.” She finishes slightly fumbling her words.
“I will think about it.” You mumbled.
You were snapped out of your thoughts when Yuta pinched your nipple, causing you to gasp. Your breasts were even more sensitive now, followed by the annoying soreness as your body adapted to pregnancy.
“What are you zoning out for?” Yuta asked from behind you, hand sturdy on your waist helping you balance yourself on all fours.
You felt his cock deep inside you, twitching in arousal, your walls had become even more sensitive because it burnt so blissfully everytime Yuta would enter inside you.
'Impotent my ass.' You think.
“Ah, is it what Maki said to you?” He guesses correctly, and you slightly turn to look at him. “Yeah, I lied.” That was all he says before pushing inside you again, causing a choked moan to leave your mouth.
His hands massaged your breasts gently, you felt relieved when he did so, letting out a sigh of pleasure as he continued to thrust deep into you. His hand then slipped downwards, stroking the protruding belly gently.
He leaned over, wrapping both his arms around your waist while his drilles his cock into you. “I love you so much.” He whispered against your ear and kissing your shoulder.
You let out a whimper at his affection. You hated the fact that he could be so loving and despicable at the same time.
He rutted into your hole faster, hitting your cervix since he went deeper and deeper, the shaft rubbed against your sweet spot actively, making your buck your hips into him to hit the spot harder.
The consistent effort made you cum immediately, a gasp left your mouth as you felt the pleasure blind you, making you see white, your walls quivered around his cock, milking him since it seems as if he too arrived at the same time.
He pulled out slowly, making sure you felt each and every drag of his cock from within your walls, and watched as it leaked out of you. Reminded him of the time he first saw the same sight months ago back in that building.
You both had come so far.
Metaphorically and literally.
Though he wasn't done yet, he switched positions immediately, grabbing you by your arms, lifting you up and settling his head between your legs.
He didn't waste anytime, mouth latching onto your clit and he sucks and laps your folds, you grip at his hair at the sensation, trying to stay balanced on your thighs so you don't suffocate him since now you had extra weight added on.
But he did not care, pulling you down and flushing his face against your cunt, he gasped in bliss as he suckled, tongue twirling around your nub before he dragged down to your hole— his cum was still leaking out from you,
He slurped it all up, swallowing your mixed juices and groaned in satisfaction at the taste, you felt embarassed, face feeling hotter as every minute passes on and the obscene sounds that surround the room and pass into your ears.
It was nasty, the slurping, the licking, and the whimpers he was letting out made you drip even more, it was practically like a waterfall down there, and Yuta? He was swallowing it all up like a man dying of thirst.
He pressed his tongue flat, catching everything before he swallowed it, his teeth grazed your sensitive bud slightly which made you twitch and pull up and away from his face, but he grabbed onto your thighs, pushing you back on his face.
It made a familiar sense of pleasure bloom in your lower abdomen again, one final lick and you were coming undone.
A choked moan left your mouth before you bit your lip, your toes curled in pleasure as you pressed down onto his face, panting really hard as you rode his face to come down from your high. You move over after a minute or two, finding his face wet and shiny with all your juices. He gives you a small smile before getting up and pressing a kiss to your mouth, pushing the mixed essence into you as well.
After that, he cleaned you up and cuddled you to sleep, stroking patterns onto your belly as he caressed it gently, all the love in his eyes and face buried in your neck, basking in your scent and warmth.
You had agreed to Maki's- or rather Yuta's proposal, not like you had any choice anyway, and Yuta became the dad who stepped up in the eye of others.
Being there for the childs birth, supporting you emotionally and practically just acting like a sweet father publicly, Maki found child-raising tiring whenever she tried helping out, and just left it to you both to deal with the kid.
Yuta went all out, loving and spoiling the baby as you recovered. You couldn't deny the fact that Yuta was a great father.
And now you were watching as Yuta strolled around the garden of his traditional house with the babe in his arms while you sat alongside a few housekeepers and people who worked for him, they were currently tending to you.
“Master is really treating that child as his own, he has such a kind heart.” One of them says and you look down, fidgeting with your fingers, throat closing up since you didn't know how to reply.
Yeah, of course he is, because that is his own child.
Warnings: noncon, unprotected p in v, breeding kink, forced breeding, yuta married to maki, yuta cheating on maki (sorry not sorry), cumming inside, no angst (for reader at least..), block me or filter the tag if you're uncomfortable!
do not normalize or romanticize dark content irl.
Married Yuta! shouldn't be doing this, he knows it's wrong but he can't help it, especially when he'd always liked you since the day he met you at jujutsu high.
You pushed against his chest, trying to get him to stop but he didn't budge once, his cock drilling into your hole with immense force.
You'd only came to a simple reunion dinner since you missed Yuta and Maki's marriage, a chain of events spanning multiple days led up to the current moment with Yuta's hand slapped over your mouth as his cock moved in and out of your cunt while the bed threatened to break at the sheer force he was using.
“It's always been you, you should've be the one standing by my side at the altar, you should've been the woman I married, you should've been the one who was my wife.” His confession caught you off guard, though a futile one at that since he was years too late and already married to a woman he didn't love.
He didn't dislike maki, no, he actually did like her, that's why he dated her to fill the void you left behind after graduation, but he never loved her, the only reason he married her was due to a misunderstanding of her finding the ring he brought for you, he was a coward and felt embarassed to admit the truth, so it just escalated from there onwards.
So now, he's trying to reclaim everything back as if it will work, going behind his wife's back and fucking the one who he truly loved— though you seem a little hesitant. It doesn't matter to him.
He reaches into his pocket before grabbing your left hand as he slips on a ring to your ring finger. Your eyes widen at the action. It was also the same ring you saw on Maki's hand, which she said she lost a few days ago.
Yuta smiles before intertwining both your hands together, the metal ring on your finger grinding against his own ring due to the slight movement from his thrusts.
“This is how it was supposed to be, the ring was meant for you.” He brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to it before letting go of it shortly after to rest his hand on your hip. “Mhm, fuck fuck—” He groaned leaning over and kissing your neck.
“Wife, you're my wife now.” He cooed, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear as his hips continued to piston into you. “Wanna carry my babies?” He whispers, and your eyes widen, wanting to shake your head no, you felt guilty for doing this to your best friend, but you didn't really have a choice.
“I mean, our babies, im going to pump you full of my cum.” He speaks sweetly before changing the angle which caused the tip of his cock to prod at your sweet spot, making you yelp.
He only chuckles before keeping the pace, and your orgasm hits before you realise it, making your arch your back and shut your eyes in pleasure as your loud moan is muffled. He takes his hand away before pressing a kiss to your lips.
“I love you so so so much darling. I'll divorce her and marry you now. You were always the one I wanted.” He sped up his thrusts, grabbing your hips with both his hands now and ramming his dick into you.
“F-fuck, make me a papa will you?” He grunts before a choked moan escapes his throat, followed by a shudder up his spine. He empties his balls into you, ropes of white molten liquid coating your walls.
“I don't know how I'm going to have Maki agree to divorce me.” He sighed, before pressing a kiss to you once again.
It didn't take much effort to convince Maki to divorce him.
Pairing: Prince/Yandere!Sukuna x Princess Aurora!Reader (ft. Prince!Itadori)
Synopsis: You are the kingdom's legend Sleeping Beauty—a beautiful princess loved by all cursed to slumber forever after pricking your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel unless your true love comes to rescue you and kisses you. Only true love's kiss can break the spell and you dream of your love and only prince coming to your rescue you from your nightmare...until the nightmare comes straight to your balcony. Prince Sukuna doesn't just want your heart for his own—he wants your body too. And he's going to take both. After all, you're fast asleep. You couldn't possibly awaken from his kiss, could you?
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); No Curse/Fairytale AU; R*pe/Noncon; Somno; Noncon Deepthroat; Pussy-Eating; Manipulation; Spankings; Pussy Smacks; Size Difference; Dom!Sukuna x sub!Reader; Free Use!Reader; Dumbification; Legs Over Shoulders Missionary; Mating Press; Rough Sex; Spit Play; Ownership; Twin Brother!Sukuna AU; Breeding; PIV; Noncon Creampie; Reader Cums 2x; Aftercare; Plot Twist; Open Ending
Word Count: 5.9k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: CALLING ALL SOMNO & SLEEPING BEAUTY FANS!! Got another installment for my No Fairytale collab event. I had to get this finished for @chrollohearttags after her somno post cuz she did something to me 🤤🤤 (Tagging you too since you asked lol @thesebitcheslovesosadotcom) I hope y'all enjoy 💕 -love, Jazz
Credits: Dividers by @pixopix!
Sukuna's POV
The forest surrounding the young prince was dark—so dark that the horse could barely see. The sky, hued purple and thick with storm clouds, along with the overwhelming, thick blockage of dead foliage and thrones vines didn’t help the situation.
But Sukuna Ryomen, the young prince in question, could handle anything. He wasn’t afraid of the dark nor thorns or the magic of some stupid witch.
Nothing would keep him from getting to you. His prize. His trophy. So he came to a stop at the end of the cavern where the bridge to the tower you were trapped in was broken in half. Below was nothing but dishes of sharp thorns that stuck out like little knives.
If it wasn’t for his horse or the coaxing of those damn little fairies over his shoulders, he would’ve definitely had fallen in and pet his end. “You did well,” he said, patting his horse’s black fur. “You stay here. I’ll go in myself.”
The horse was more than happy to oblige, snuffing and snorting as he scuffed his hoof along the dirt road. Sukuna slid off of his steed and stared up at the brooding, dark castle that stuck out like a sore thumb among the dead trees.
“She’s in there!” the blue fairy yelped over his shoulder. “You must go in alone, dear prince! Please save our Sleeping Beauty!” The green fairy eagerly hummed in agreement, glowing like a halo over his head.
“But know this,” the red fairy warned him, floating over his other shoulder. “Only true love’s kiss shall break the spell, young prince. You must act fast."
Sukuna ignored them both and unsheathed his sword from its sheath at his hip. He knew the legend and he knew the spell. He had been studying it for months since you fell into your deep, mysterious sleep after pricking your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel. How you, the beautiful, ever-so loved princess of your kingdom, nearly died.
But Sukuna would be the one to save you. He didn't care about saving the rest of the kingdom—just you. And he knew just how to do it.
However, as soon as he stomped towards the eery-looking castle doors in his leather boots, the universe had other plans for him. From the mountain top above the castle, dozens of rocks suddenly scattered down its hillside and crashed in front of him, blocking the door.
Sukuna huffed at the sight, becoming irritated. But he was also very smart. He turned to look up at the ivy-coated wall side of the tower window where a single candle flickered and smiled, getting an idea that may either work or kill him. He'd find out once he was up in the air.
Quickly, holding the sword between his teeth, he jumped and grunted as he braced a boot along the stone wall while gripping the ivy vines. He braced his other foot, putting his full weight onto it, and began to pull himself up the wall by the vines. One at a time, his energy and willpower fueled by his eagerness to see you, his princess.
The fairies egged him on below, their cheering only annoying and distracting him. Luckily, he managed to get himself up to the top near the balcony and grabbed onto the ledge, grunting as his muscles strained beneath his vest and tunic. He pulled himself up and climbed over the ledge, sweating and panting.
Whoever put you up there needed a slow, agonizing death, that was for sure.
But all of Sukuna's rage faded when he gazed into the tiny, dimly-lit room of the tower and saw the woman slumbering away her life under her satin sheets, the soft light of the candle illuminating her face. It was you, his Sleeping Beauty. The one he dreamed so vividly about for months, his nights filled with heated visions of your soft skin, pink lips, and hair soft as cotton.
Your beauty knocked the air out of Sukuna's lungs as he lowered his sword into his belt and crept closer to your bedside, keeping his footfalls as quiet as humanly possible....even though it wouldn't have mattered because you were in a deep sleep enchanted by magic.
Finally, he neared your bedside and gazed down upon you, taken aback and enchanted by such gorgeousness. You were a portrait to behold, lying there asleep in your most beautiful gown the color of the softest pink roses in full bloom. A small tiara adorned your nest of soft curls that cascaded down your shoulders adorned with lace and breasts heaving in your corset.
Your soft, luscious, tempting breasts that the prince struggled to keep his eyes off of. He drank in your sleeping form, curves in all the right places; skin soft to the touch; luscious, full lips parted as you deeply inhaled and exhaled, never waking, never stirring.
“Sweet little thing,” he murmured to himself as he stared at you, admiring your beauty. He took a hand and gently stroked your cheek, your long lashes fluttering as your eyes twitched. You were so perfect. So delicate. So sweet. Such a perfect little doll for him.
He leaned down then and gently grazed your ear with his lips. "I'll take care of you," he rasped into your ear, half expecting you to awaken from his deep, raspy voice crooning against your eardrum...but you never did. Perfect.
But Sukuna didn't kiss you the way he had been prophesied. He didn't cup your cheek and gently lay his lips upon yours the way it had been foreseen and hoped for. He didn't use his true love for you to break the spell.
No, not at that moment. Instead, he slid the sheets down your body to expose the rest of you in your delicate, sparkling gown.
Then he gripped himself in his pants, groaning in discomfort at his hard cock chubbing against his slacks. He had only gotten harder since he saw you lying there, the candlelight flickering against your soft tits spilling out of your corset.
He paused, a sly, horribly evil grin stretching across his face as he loomed over you. He had a plan for you. “Oh, my little darling," he sighed, “Sleep on. You don't need to be awake for this."
You just lied there, your face so cute and serene. Slowly, he lifted your dress up to expose your undergarments underneath–lace panties with stockings and a garter belt that made Sukuna's cock throb. Now you were totally exposed, all of you on display for him. Surprisingly, you didn’t awaken even then.
‘Yes, little darling,’ he thought to himself. ‘Sleep. Dream of something sweet for me.’
He licked his lips at you, his eyes targeting your tits lying cushioned beneath your corset. ‘I’ve got my sweet dream coming true right now.’
Slowly, he dragged the corset down, just enough to expose both of your lusciously soft, juicy breasts and nipples, slightly pebbled from the cold, underneath.
Sukuna was hard already, but when he saw your soft breasts staring back at him, his cock grew stiff enough to fuck a hole through a brick wall. Unable to resist the call of your juicy, soft, tantalizing rack, he took off his pants, letting his cock spring free. Ir slapped against his stomach sinewy with hair as pink and fine as the ones on top of his head.
He then came closer to the bedside and cupped a hand under your neck to lift you up, setting you against a pillow so you were sitting up higher. He began to stroke himself as he admired your face and almost-lifeless form, loving that he could put you in any position he wanted without a fuss or a care from you.
“Gods,” he sighed to himself. You were perfect in every way. Your tits especially. Taking his cock, he came closer to the edge of the bed and began to thrust between your tits.
His eyes fluttered shut, his head twitching as your soft skin caressed him. “Ah, fuck,” he groaned, stroking his cock along your soft tits and hard nipples.
You barely moved except for the jiggle of your breasts with his shaft between them. He paused, spitting on his cock, getting it soaked with his spit, before he continued. To see your breasts shine and glisten in his saliva, dirtying up his perfect little princess, was more than he could bear!
He then dragged his cock up to your soft cheek, watching your pretty face as he did. Your lashes fluttered as your eyelids twitched, R.E.M. setting in. ‘So adorable,’ he thought.
His cock strained, aching to feel you wrapped around him. Taking things a step further, he directed his dick right at your mouth. Your lips were parted slightly, just enough to pry open.
“Open wide, my darling,” he whispered. “I know you know what to do with a cock like this." Then he pushed his hips forward, slowly sliding his cock between your soft, pretty, pink lips.
Sukuna gasped as your soft, wet mouth wrapped around him, embracing him in something better than satin or silk. Your mouth was so wet, the walls of it satiny and drenched in your spit. “Fuck!” he groaned, pumping his hips back and forth, fucking your mouth. He had to grip the headboard as he fucked your mouth, the feeling more than he could take.
God, you were so good! Even while asleep, you could give good head. Your lips seemed to stick against his cock, pulling him back in every time he dragged himself out. His eyes rolled back and fluttered shut, lost in the pleasure you gave him...or rather that he gave himself.
The fact that you were up here with a body and a mouth like that with no man to take care of you was a travesty, indeed. But Sukuna could help you. He could be the man you needed. You just didn't know it yet, but you would! He'd show you!
Unable to resist touching you just a little bit, just to give himself a piece of the heaven waiting for him, he reached back while he continued to fuck your open mouth and yanked up your dress. His eyes greedily drank in your lace panties and stockings, so innocent yet so slutty.
Rrrrrip. He tore off your panties with one long yank and shoved them in his belt for safe keeping. There, with your gorgeously soaked, puffy, soft pussy exposed to the cool night air and to him, he licked his thick fingers and reached down to play with you. "Ohhh, fuuuuck," he groaned, shivering and throbbing at the feeling of your wet slit sliding against his fingers.
He rubbed your clit and dipped his fingers inside of you, playing with your honeypot the way he hoped no other man had before him. He wanted to be the first man to play with your little princess pussy; touch it; suck it; fuck it like no other. The more your little hole squeezed around his digits, the more he ached to stuff his cock in you and pound you into the bed until you came all over him...
But he wanted you to be awake for that. He wanted you to feel him and stare into your eyes as they got blown to proportions because of how fat his cock was inside of you.
So he pulled his fingers out of you and sucked your honey off of them, groaning at your sweet taste. Then he pulled his cock, slick with your spit, out of your mouth, groaning when his pre-cum dripped from your lips. He then squeezed your chin between his big hand and leaned in, his breath labored and hot. "Wake up, darling," he whispered. "Your prince needs to play with you some more."
Finally, he leaned in and pressed a deep kiss to your lips. But this kiss wasn't gentle or romantic; it was rough. Possessive. Lustful. But as soon as your soft lips touched his, he felt that need for you boil over. That yearning and aching to hold you. Possess you. Own you.
Whether you thought the same or not, he didn't know, but he did know that when he pulled away from your lips, your eyes slowly opened. You stared up at him, blinking those long lashes at him so seductively. "Y-Yuuji?" you whispered, raspy from months of no use. Your lips stretched into a small smile. "You came for me?"
Sukuna felt his jaw tense at you calling him by his twin brother's name. Yuuji Itadori, the one who the kingdom loved. Your childhood friend. The one betrothed to you since you were children. Sukuna, however, always took the sidelines, watching his brother capture your heart the way he has tried to many, many times.
To put it bluntly, Yuuji was the angel and Sukuna was nothing more than a demon. But a demon could love too, right? He could show you that his golden boy brother could never give you the deep, passionate love that you needed.
But from the way your smile faded and your eyes widened in fear at the sight of Sukuna as he stood in the flickering candlelight, he realized that he'd have to persuade you a lot more. "You're not him," you realized. Sukuna slowly shook his head, caressing your cheek. "No," he confirmed. "Not Yuuji, pretty. I'm his twin brother."
You blinked again and once realization cleared in your eyes,–as well as you making the discovery that your panties were gone–you quickly threw the sheets back over your body, moving as far away from him as you could. "What are you doing here, Sukuna?" you gasped, looking around in confusion. "Where's Yuuji? He's supposed to—"
"Save you?" the brother scoffed, grinning mockingly at you. "Please. That silly boy can't even lift his fucking sword. You don't deserve a weakling like my little brother, princess."
But you were less receptive to his words, shaking your head as tears welled in your eyes. Sukuna felt a bite of guilt seeing you so upset, but he knew that you were just confused. In denial about your secret love for him. "No, no," you whimpered. "T-This isn't how it's supposed to be! I'm betrothed to your brother, Sukuna!"
Sukuna tried to quell the rage exploding inside of him like a wildfire, but it was so difficult. Why must you make things so difficult? "And you shouldn't be," he growled. "He could never do this for you. Could never make you feel this hot." He yanked the sheets off of you and ripped off your corset, exposing your hard nipples to them.
You squeaked as he pawed at both of them before splitting both of your thighs apart, forcing them to stay widened by his big hands. "Make you this wet," he groaned. One hand began to stroke you, up and down, against your slit, emitting the softest, sluttiest sounds out of you.
"N-No, Sukuna—a-ah, don't," you whispered. "We can't—"
"Shhhh," the prince crooned, pressing a finger to your plump lips. "Calm yourself, princess. You just woke up, after all." He grinned at you and you stared at him like he was the Devil himself come to drag you to Hell.
Slowly, he pressed against your shoulder to lay you back against the pillows, much to your dismay. “K-Kuna,” you stammer. “Don’t do this. I don’t want this.”
The prince scowled at you, peering down at his finger toying with your clit, prying your puffy lips apart, sticky with your arousal. “Then why the fuck are you so wet, you’re soaking the bed? Why is this poor little cunt sobbing for me so much?”
He tutted, noting that your slick was dripping down to your asshole now. The salacious, lewd sight made his cock throb. “You’re a little liar, princess. I don’t quite like liars…but I can make an exception for you.”
He yanked on your ankles, pulling you closer to him. You gasped, flinching at the sudden movement. “A poor little princess like you needs more attention,” he cooed, gently holding your feet, kissing them both. You stared, still shaken and stunned. “A little lesson in being obedient for your knight too. I can do all of that for you.”
Locking eyes with you, he took two of his fingers and drifted them up your slit. You bit your lip, shivering. “Ngh—Sukuna,” you moaned. He grinned, realizing he had hooked you. “Just let me show you, darling. Let me teach you how a real prince should fuck. his princess.”
You were quiet when he bent your knees for you, keeping them stretched open. There, finally, he could see your cunt. Your puffy, brown lips were slick with your juices, your clit just beneath the hood. Were you wet while he was using your throat, he wondered? The thought made him harder.
“So pretty,” he murmured. “So sweet. So wet for me.” He stooped down to his knees so he was eye level with your sobbing cunt.
He stared at you between your thighs, noticing how flustered you looked, gnawing on your bottom lip. "First time?" he asked, cocking a brow at you. You averted your gaze, only to get a harsh smack on your pussy that made you squeak. "Answer me," he growled.
"Only Yuuji used his finger," you admitted through glassy eyes and hot cheeks. Once again, Sukuna fumed at the mention of his twin, but even more so since he was the one who had you first. "So my brother fucked this pussy first?" he asked through gritted teeth.
You didn't answer, your bottom lip trembling. Though Yuuji hadn't yet filled you up with his cock, either way, it angered him. He wanted to be the first one to turn his pretty, proper little princess into a wanton slut, knock all the lessons of being dignified out of your pretty little head...but he still can. "No matter. I'll lap at this perfect cunt and fuck it so deep that you won't even remember him."
He was practically salivating for the slick that glistened on your pussy lips like a glazed donut. “Sukuna, don't," you whined. You tried to push him away, but he was too strong. Too big. "Don't fight me. Just enjoy this."
You still looked so perturbed and disturbed as you lied there, trembling before him. But once his fat tongue hit your pussy, all of that vanished out of your pretty little brain. The volume of your moaning and whining convinced him enough. You were sprung off of his tongue. and mouth. You dragged your hands through his hair, your candy apple red nails disappearing in his pink, spiked strands as your hips lifted to ride his face.
His tongue licked your clit before dipping into your hole, lapping at you in a way that made you see heaven too. “Oh, God!” you sobbed. “W-Wait, Sukuna! A-Ah, you're going too fast!"
He stared up at you through the V of your thighs, using his hands to pin them farther apart until your knees were touching the mattress. You shivered and writhed in the silvery moonlight pouring in through your open balcony, your titties jiggling out of your corset and your face contorted in ecstasy, your juicy lips forming a permanent O. You were truly a sight to behold.
He dragged one hand up to cup one of your tits, squeezing and pinching your hard nipple as he licked two of his digits on his other finger. “Want some fingers, sweetie?” he asked, giving your clit a teasing open-mouthed kiss.
You whimpered in reply, your eyes glistening with unshed tears and cheeks flushed. SMACK! He gave your pussy another harsh smack that echoed throughout the tower, his palm coming back sticky with your slick. "Answer me!" he boomed.
"Sukuna, please!" you whined. "I-I need it! Please just do it!" He grinned and slid his forefinger in first, gently fucking you with that, before stuffing you with both. “O-Oh, fuck!” you both moaned in unison. He couldn’t believe how tight you were around his fingers and you couldn’t believe how thick his digits were as they fucked your tight, wet channel.
“Oh, my God!” you groaned, your eyes rolling back as your hips rolled with the thrust of his fingers, your clit throbbing in his mouth as he sucked on it. You spilled in his mouth, the taste of you making him harder. So hard that he had to rub himself against the mattress just for some relief, his cock spilling pre-cum along your bedspread.
It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak—your moans grew louder, bouncing off of your bedroom walls, and your grip on his hair tightened. “I’m gonna cum, Sukuna!” you whined, desperation and need in your voice. “I need to cum!”
Sukuna grinned as he curled his fingers up, watching your toes curl and your entire world crumble in the best way. “That’s my good girl. Cum for me now.”
And when he gently sucked on your clit with those soft lips as he finger-fucked you, you finally broke and spilled your sweet cream in his mouth in an endless squirt. He reacted with joy, moaning as he swallowed everything you gave him as your moans and whines reached high note territory.
Your back arched off of the bed like you were possessed as you squirted, but Sukuna held you firmly by your hip with one hand as he fucked you into your intense O, still sucking and still lapping at your sweet cream. He longed to taste your release and was not disappointed. You were like a drug to him.
Finally, you came back down to earth and settled onto the bed, panting heavy and skin glistening with sweat.
But Sukuna wasn’t satisfied. He slid his fingers out of your dripping cunt and held his digits out for you to suck. You did, wrapping your soft lips around his thick fingers, tasting yourself. "Now I can take you," he growled.
Your POV
You had always dreamed that your first time and the only man you would make love with would be your prince and savior. Your knight in shining armor disguised as a man of royalty.
And you were hoping that this man would be just Yuuji Itadori. Your prince. The one you've been sworn to since you were a babe.
He was your shining sun. Your knight. Your first love and sexual experience. Your one true love...or so you thought. You thought if anything had ever happened to you, he'd be the one to save you.
You thought if the curse that your parents and fairy godmothers foretold to you as a child came to be, Yuuji would be the one to come for you. To kiss you gently and lift the wicked magic granted upon you.
But now...now you weren't too sure of anything anymore. Not when Sukuna, your love's twin brother, was standing between your thighs with his thick, veiny cock throbbing in your face and your dress hiked up to expose your dripping pussy. It felt so wrong, so depraved to give into his wicked touch when your body was reserved only for Yuuji.
But resisting the Sukuna hungrily drank in the fullness of your delectable body as he roughly hiked you up, putting your legs over his shoulder, was just too difficult of a task for you to complete. “Stay right there,” he growled. “I’m gonna fuck you just like this.”
You looked up at him, your mess of soft curls messily splayed across the bed, your skin sticking to his, all of the haze from your deep sleep now evaded. As he wrapped a hand around his cock and thrusted forward, reality hit you and you grabbed his arms, trying to stop him. “Sukuna, w-wait a minute—“
But Sukuna stopped you, gripping your arms and pinning them above your head. "Do I have to make you keep still?" he whispered, his eyes dark and glistening like knives cutting in the night. You were frightened into silence yet your pussy was slick and open for him.
How can this be possible? What sorcery is this? "Sukuna, wait!" you weakly wined.
But he couldn’t wait. And you couldn’t finish. Not when a hard, throbbing cock was pushing inside of you, stretching you out in a way that ceased all types of language and words in your vocabulary and thoughts in your head. “Oh, fuck!” Sukuna groaned, gripping your wrists tighter as he sank himself inside of you.
You gasped as he sank inside of you, inch after inch, your walls stretching to accommodate his size. Your pussy ached from having something so big inside of it—you only ever took Yuchi's finger inside of you before he ground his cock against your panties, not ever slipping inside of you.
Yuuji wanted to wait until you were married to properly make love to you on a bed; not in the glades like he had the first time he plunged his finger in you.
"When you are wed to me, I will bed you properly," he whispered so hotly in your ear, stroking your cheek. "Our first time together then. Because then, it will be official. You will be mine, my sweet girl."
Now you were Sukuna's. You knew it from the way he gripped your wrists tight and rocked his hips into you, drawing weak moans out of your chest. He began to slowly pump himself in and out of your oozing cunt, allowing you a chance to adjust to him. He was thick and veiny; you felt all of him up to the hilt, kissing your G-spot.
“She’s so tight for me—she just keeps suckin’ me in," he rasped. He watched, hypnotized at the way his cock disappeared and reappeared as he sank into your soft, plush pussy. You were already a mess, gripping the sheets and letting out whimpers as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth against you.
He leaned forward, nibbling at your earlobe and breathing in the sweet scent of your hair—sweet roses and honeysuckle. “Hold on, little darling. I’m gonna get real rough, okay?”
Before you could answer or even protest, he gripped your hips to hold you firm and proceeded to fuck your pussy off of its hinges. "Ah!" you gasped aloud. Your eyes were as big as saucers as he stretched you open for him, forcing you to take him inch after inch until he bottomed out inside of you.
He doubted you had ever been fucked like this–so roughly and deeply, taking every inch of your pussy for his own. And you hadn't been prior to this moment.
You never felt so open, so vulnerable, and so wickedly, sinfully good before. Not even your dear Yuuji could make you melt like this on his cock. While his thrusts were soft and careful, Sukuna's are rough and deep, knocking the air out of your lungs and thoughts out of your head.
“Sukuna,” you whined into the pillow, stuffing your face in it. He grinned, throbbing at the sight of your ass bouncing off of his pelvis as your legs dangled off of his shoulder. “C‘mon, you can take it,” he grunted. “Take that fuckin’ cock. You look so pretty bouncin’ on it.”
And when he found a rough rhythm, that was it for you. The only thing you could remotely utter is a loud, desperate mantra of “oh, oh, oh!” with some swears and pleas as he pounded into you, taking you on a bumpy ride that only he could.
“God, Sukuna!" you whined, your voice bouncing off of the walls. “It’s s-so…you’re so much!”
The prince grinned down at you, wolfish and cocky. “Yeah? You like the way your prince fucks you?” he teasingly asked, reaching down to rub your clit as he continued to pound you, folding you up until your knees hit your chest. “Way better than my stupid twin."
"N-No—"
SMACK!
You yelped when he smacked your ass hard, fire licking along your asscheek. "He's stupid," Sukuna growled. "Stupid enough to court you, but not fuck you and wed you. Claim you as his. Breed you with his cum." He took one hand off of your wrist only to clamp one big palm around them both.
His other hand gripped your throat, making you gasp. Was he going to choke you unconscious? Kill you? His eyes glittered with lust and a wickedness that made a cold chill run over your body. "But not me, darling. I can be the one you want. The prince you need. The one who will breed this pretty cunt."
Breed? Your eyes widened at the word, forbidden to your ears. "N-No, no!" you stammered out as he fucked you harder, faster, grunting in time with his cock squelching in your pussy. "Don't cum inside me, Sukuna! P-Please, I beg of you!"
But Sukuna just cackled like a witch, taking his hand off of your throat to rub your slippery clit. "Come now, little princess; don't act like you don't want your prince to give you a nice load so you can give him a little baby."
He leaned down to suck on your nipples, teasing and tweaking the hard peaks with his teeth. "Shouldn't I do it? Shouldn't I knock you up and put my child in your royal womb? Make you a mommy?"
No, no, no. This was all wrong. You couldn't carry his baby. You just couldn't!
But the way he rocked into your pussy, causing the knot in your core to tighten, made everything he said sound like a dream. Your mind grew hazy as your moans intensified, filling the small space as the brute above you fucked you into the bed. "God, Sukuna!" you whined. "I-I'm gonna cum again!"
This wasn't anything like the orgasm Yuuji gave you: slow and careful. This was hard, explosive, and intense. You could feel it building up with every rough thrust and rub of Sukuna's calloused fingers against your clit. "Do it. Cum on my fucking cock, my slutty little girl. Cum right fucking now!"
His rasped voice bellowed out his orders, the dominance and ownership in his tone making you crumble like a house of cards. With a gasp, you felt your orgasm crest and then release. It felt like it was exploding out of you, making your body tense and your eyes grow wide as you stared at Sukuna.
He stared back, watching you come undone on his cock, your pussy squeezing him so tight that his face flushed and his eyes squeezed shut. He gripped your wrists so tight that you're sure he left bruises as he chased his orgasm inside of you, fucking you up, up, up against the bed.
“Take it!" he growled. “Take my fuckin’ cum, little princess! Let me get you pregnant!"
Then rope after rope of spunk escaped his cock and filled you up as you soaked his cock, the both of you claiming each other as your own. He collapsed onto you and you clung to him like a koala bear, trembling against him as he filled you to the brim with his spunk.
He laughed, delirious with pleasure and the fact that he finally got his chance to fuck you stupid. His thrusts grew sloppy and slow, still rutting into you, trying to push his cum as deep as it could go into your womb. You whimpered, hearing how sloppy and wet your pussy sounded, feeling his spunk drizzle down your asscrack, staining your pretty gown.
Finally satiated, Sukuna slowly leaned up and pressed a hot, sloppy kiss to your lips. "Nice," he sighed, smiling at you. "Now you're mine forever. Not even my imbecile weakling of a brother can steal you away from me."
You said nothing, your orgasm sedating you, the reality of your situation devastating you. Your head lulled against his shoulder, your soft pants filling Sukuna's ear. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and gently petted your hair. “Shhh, I’ve got you. Don’t say a word.”
But that was the problem: he had you. Not Yuuji. And you enjoyed every minute of it. Finally, your emotions became too much and you began to softly sob, fat tears dripping down your cheeks. "Why?" you whispered through tears. "Why did you do this to me?"
Sukuna peered down at you, still stroking your hair, the scent of his sweat and forest-clean scent in your nostrils. "Because I love you," he whispered. "And you love me, too...don't you?"
You said nothing, afraid to do so. So you continued to cry, your vision making his face blurry. "You wouldn't have woken up if you didn't. Only true love's kiss broke the spell, darling girl."
Your eyes widened as realization hit you. Because he was right. And when he smiled down at you, all you saw was evil. "No," you sobbed. "No...Y-Yuuji...he'll hate me."
But your prince was there for you, scooping you up into his arms and sitting you firmly in his lap. "Shhh, it'll be okay, darling. You're with me now and all will be okay." He kissed your head as he rubbed your stomach that would soon grow big with his baby. "Your new betrothed promises."
He began to hum a song as you cried into his chest, forever changed. Forever taken. Stolen from the fairytale ending you wanted. How could this have happened? How could—
"Y/N," someone suddenly whispered in your ear. "Wake up, my darling. Open your eyes for me."
Your eyes fluttered open and you found yourself staring not into the eyes of Sukuna...but his twin. You knew it was him from how soft and bright his eyes were, not darkened by fury or lust.
You looked around, finding yourself lying under the satin sheets while your fairy godmothers floated by your bedside, happy tears streaming down their faces. "She's awake!" they cheered. "The curse has been broken!"
Scowling, you sat up, your prince taking your hand to help you. You peered up at him, blinking erratically to ensure you weren't still dreaming. "Yuuji?" you whispered. You ran a hand over his blue tunic embroidered with his royal symbol; his cotton sleeves; his soft face.
Your love smiled, bright and joyful, placing a hand on your cheek. "Yes, my love, it's me. You don't have to be scared anymore; I'm here for you."
But you didn't smile back, still confused and dazed from...whatever you just experienced. It was real. You felt it. Every minute of it. "Where's Sukuna?" you asked, looking around. Yuuji frowned, confused at your question. "Sukuna? My twin brother? I haven't seen him all day."
"But..." You paused, your mind feeling it was about to break. You knew it was real! He was just here, filling you up and breeding you. Cuddling you in the dark. Claiming you as his own.
But staring back at Yuuji, you decided to keep quiet about your dark, perverse experience...whatever the hell it was. It didn't matter. Not when you were with your betrothed. "N-Nevermind," you stammered, plastering a smile on your face. "It was just a dream. A nightmare."
Even when you felt that itch that it wasn't. Even if your spine still tingled with that cool chill when you thought about Sukuna towering over you in the bed.
Yuuji took you into his arms, finally holding you. "It's alright now, beauty. I've got you," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "No one will ever take you away from me again."
But even as he uttered this, you didn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. Not when Sukuna's cackle echoed in your mind and your pussy ached from his sex, still dripping in his seed.
Yandere modulo yuji non-conning the also immortal girl he fell in love with..send tweet..
Warnings: noncon, unprotected s*x, p in v, cervix kissing, mentions of cervix fucking, cumming inside, repeated cycle— this is not the first time yuji has done this, mindbreaking(?), power imbalance (physical), yandere shenanigans, ooc obviously, yuji is obsessed with reader, modulo yuji! so he's very obviously aged up. Please block me if such content makes you uncomfortable! (not proofread).
Oh fuck yeah because not only is he filled with grief because everyone he knows is getting older, dying, etc— he also feels all lonely and sad, until he meets you of course. Who's in a similar situation like him.
Now he doesn't have to be lonely anymore.
He now spends the nights buried deeeep into your cunt, instead of grieving like he used to. Thrusting against your cervix as you whimper and sob, meekly pushing away at his chest. But it's useless, especially considering how he's over eighty years old yet still in his prime body, he literally spent his time mastering his techniques and physique.
“y-yuji please— it burns, it hurts, please—” your pleas fall onto deaf ears.
It's no match, regardless of you being immortal and in your prime body as well— the strength difference is way too vast. You didn't possess such a great natural physical ability— let alone train it for years and years.
So you're here, pinned underneath him, body folded in half with him gripping the underside of your thighs as he repeatedly pervades your hole with brutal intensity.
He's grunting and huffing before leaning down and biting your breasts, you beg him to stop, tears streaming down your eyes— you should be used to this by now but it still hurts the same.
The first time caught you off guard, you were sleeping when you felt intense thrusts, you woke up to see Yuji drilling into you. You were traumatized, but you forgave him when he explained his reasons, believing it to be a one time thing.
But it wasn't.
And he stopped apologizing after it repeated a few times.
Now he just comes to your room on the nights he feels emotional, which are unpredictable, and simply repeats it over and over again, it doesn't matter if you're sleeping, wet, dry or on your period, he just wants to feel the warmth of your hole and your hold. It's addicting and nothing will stop him from doing so, locking the door doesn't work.
He lets out a groan. “fuck— feels sooo good.” he whimpers, hips moving in a ruthless rhythm. He moves one of his hand from the underside of your thighs, letting it fall onto the soft mattress before he tilts your body, throwing the other leg over his shoulder as he changes the angle.
Both his hands are now free, so he grabs your soft mound and tugs on the nipple, pulling and pinching the sensitive bud as you quake beneath him. Your hands grip his wrists, trying to pull them away but he doesn't let go, instead his thumb and index hold onto your nipples— hauling them as a result of your pushing, not wanting to let go. So, you give up eventually, he takes it as a sign to lean down, uncomfortably pushing your leg inwards as he captures your lips.
He muffles your soft cries with a kiss, intruding your mouth with his tongue as he swirls it around your own, he breaks the kiss with a pant, a saliva string still connecting you both. He stares into your eyes, which are filled with tears before he kisses you once again, this time more hungrier.
His hands pin your own to the bed, as he continues his assault on your mouth and in your cunt. His fingers dig into your the back of your hand as his thrusts speed up. You let out a noise of discomfort when you feel him hit the spongy part of your gummy sheath.
You're overwhelmed as the haze of pleasure basks over your body, now completely focused on your own arrival, you close your eyes drowing in the way his dick is hitting just right.
And then it hits.
The blinding pleasure that makes your gut churn in disgust and shame but also makes you feel ecstatic. The gush of dopamine and endorphins send you over the edge, making you arch your back in pleasure as you moan into his mouth. Your walls shuddering around him.
He breaks the kiss, and presses soft kisses to your neck as he continues to thrust into your cunt for a bit longer— making your walls feel sore and overstimulated as your orgasm subsides and the burn returns.
Though it's only short-living as you feel Yuji shoot his load directly into you, his movement now sloppy and slow as he fills your cunt up with his cum. He doesn't pull out, letting his cock soften inside you, shuddering when he feels your walls flutter once more.
And that's all it took for the blood to rush back into his dick again, now he's hard again, barely takes a few minutes to recover before he switches positions and fucks you all night long.
It makes you feel pathetic when all you can do is just take it and fucking cry in his hold, knowing damn well there is no other option until he decides to leave you alone.
But your subconscious is starting to adapt to it now, you didn't even notice that you were wrapping your legs around his waist reflexively, bucking your hips so he can fuck your cervix, it's painful but it grounds you.
Yandere Knight x Princess!Reader, Kidnapping, Enemies to Lovers, Baby-Trapping, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Mention of deaths, Obsession, ACTUAL smut this time (cuz I haven't been feeding yall for so long)
The world burned around you. The sky was black with smoke, and the air itself seemed to scream—shrill cries of steel splitting flesh, the dying roars of warhorses, and the final, gasping sobs of your people.
The throne room had been breached. You had seen the doors crumble beneath a battering ram made from your own sacred oak trees. The guards died first, your cousins, your friends, your parents and siblings—cut down like animals.
Their blood still coated the marble and your gown. You sat among the ruins, your fists clenched so tightly that your nails had broken your skin. You couldn’t even feel it. There was no pain left, just numbness.
And then... he walked in.
Tall and clad in blackened steel, his pauldrons shaped like wolves’ heads and fur cloaking his shoulders, he moved with the calm, lethal grace of a predator who had already won.
He didn’t look at the gold or the tapestries. Didn't even care about the gem stones adorning the well crafted marble statues or the beautiful paintings you could only witness once in your lifetime as the royal palace rarely allowed anyone to see it.
His pale, sharp eyes found you instantly. Sir Kael Vaeren. The name was a curse on every soldier’s tongue.
A knight not born of nobility but blood—a monster raised by war, loyalty only to victory. You’d heard the stories: how he’d taken cities without siege, how he would burn fields only to salt them afterward so nothing could grow.
You had not thought he would come for your family's kingdom next. You hadn’t thought he would come for you.
“The princess lives,” one of his soldiers muttered behind him, half-awed, half-nervous.
Kael said nothing. His gaze roamed you slowly—taking in your torn gown, the crown half-fallen from your tangled hair, the blood at your collarbone.
His lips parted, just slightly. Not in disgust.
In satisfaction.
He walked toward you with slow, deliberate steps. You refused to flinch, even when your legs screamed to run.
“Kill me” you hissed. “If you have any honor, do it now.”
His voice was a rumble. “I didn’t come for your corpse.”
Your eyes widened a fraction. Before you could move, he reached you. A hand gripped your jaw—not rough, but firm, like he was testing how fragile you were.
His gauntlet dragged down your neck, the cold metal making you shiver.
“You were the last flower in this dying garden,” he said, low and calm. “But instead of crushing it... I’ll plant it somewhere else.”
"Oh, damn you and your poetic bullshit!" You turn and try to crawl away, trying your best to stay calm and plan an escape. He chuckles seeing your frantic escape.
That was the last thing you heard before the world tilted. He had thrown you over his shoulder like a sack of potatos.
Your screams echoed down the marble halls as he carried you out of the only home you’d ever known, out into the smoke and ruin, the castle collapsing infront of you in fire.
You hit his back with your fists, pressed your whole body weight on his shoulder but none of that affected him. To him it felt like a bunny thrashing around like it hated being carried.
The last thing you see is your family's corpses and the suffocating smoke making you unable to breathe. You pass out.
You woke up. The thick pelt beneath your cheek smelled of smoke, leather and..animal fur? The tent was dim, lit by flickering lanterns and the soft crackle of fire.
You were no longer in chains. But your wrists still bore the red marks. And then you realized: you were no longer in your dress?
Your body was bare beneath a thin blanket. You sat up sharply, only to flinch as the blanket slipped off your shoulder. You clutched it tightly to your chest as the tent flap rustled.
He entered. Taller without armor, somehow more terrifying. He wore only a loose tunic, dark trousers, and gloves that still bore faint traces of blood.
His hair was damp from battle, sweat clinging to his brow. But his expression was... calm.
He looked at you as if you belonged there. As if this had always been your place.
“Rested?” he asked, like this was normal. Like you hadn’t just been dragged from your burning kingdom.
“You bastard,” you spat. “You murdered my family—my people. What do you want from me?!”
He approached slowly. Not threatening, but inescapable. “What I want,” he said, “is already mine.”
He reached you before you could back away. One large hand gripped your jaw again, thumb brushing the curve of your lips.
“You’re going to stay here,” he said softly. “You’ll eat what I give you, warm my bed and you’ll give me what no battlefield has ever given me.”
You blinked. “What...?”
“Legacy,” he breathed, voice darkening. “I need an heir afterall, so why not take it from you.” Your heart dropped.
“Never,” you whispered. “I will never bear your—”
He moved quickly. His mouth crushed against yours, swallowing your refusal. He kissed you like a man who had waited through blood and death to claim his prize.
"I never asked for your opinion, now did I?" He murmurs before pushing his lips on yours again.
His tongue forced past your lips, hand gripping the back of your head to hold you in place. You dug your nails in his back only to get a moan from him.
"Mph—?!" You fought,clawed at him, twisted, kicked—but it was like wrestling stone. And he was just becoming more aggressive.
When he pulled away, his lip was bleeding cuz you bit him but he just smiled wiping the blood off with his fingers.
“You’ll learn.”
You didn’t expect him to be gentle. But he was. At first. Just to show that he's some sort of gentleman for giving foreplay instead of directly fucking you.
He peeled the blanket off your shoulders with slow, reverent hands, as if unwrapping something precious. His eyes burned as they drank you in.
You tried to cover yourself, but he caught your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand.
“Don’t hide from me, I saw everything while I undressed you before anyway.” he whispered.
"You—!" His mouth found your chest first—hot, hungry, wet. His tongue swirled around your nipples before he sucked, teeth grazing just enough to make you flinch. "–ah..."
His hand slid down your belly, over your thighs, until he cupped you fully. “You’re already wet,” he murmured. “Your body knows what your pride refuses.”
"That's...that's just discharge. Don't get your hopes too up." You glared at him.
He looks up at you trying not to laugh. "Darling, as much as I hate to tell you this.. I'm not a virgin yknow. There's a reason why I fuck so good."
(HAUNTING ADELINE REFERENCEEEE AAAA🦅🦅)
You hated him. You hated yourself more for the heat pooling between your legs. For the part of you that arched despite your shame.
He slipped two fingers inside you—thick, calloused and slow. He worked you open, curling them until your back arched, rubbing your clit in small circles. You gasped, thighs shaking, shutting any arrogant insults that would come out of your mouth.
Then he removed them slowly. You almost felt embarrassed by the sounds you were making down there in this quiet tent.
You barely had time to breathe before he was on top of you, pushing inside in one sharp thrust. You screamed. He groaned against your throat, biting and marking your skin while pressing his full weight over you, hips grinding deep and slow.
“Now you’ll remember this every time you think of your pathetic kingdom, just me forcing on you...hm..i wonder how your family will react knowing I fucked their precious princess....”
He fucked you hard. Deep. His pace brutal, body slamming into yours with punishing rhythm. One hand gripped your throat. His other hand slipped under your thigh, lifting it to spread you wider.
"Ha.. as if they're alive to even react anyway..."
You cried, moaned, fought, but he did not stop. You sobbed when he came—deep inside you, holding you down as his cock throbbed with release. You leave nasty scars down his back the whole time, but he likes the pain. It feels like little cat scratches compared to the wars he's faced.
He didn’t pull out. Didn’t even move. He stayed inside you, breathing heavily, as if trying to seal it in place. You pant hard, both from his brutal fucking and sobbing while covering your eyes with your hands.
“Awh darling...I'm just trying to keep you full.” he whispered against your temple and presses hard on your lower stomach. You gasp and arch your back feeling him still inside.
"Fuck you..! Ugh-" Your voice breaks, still feeling him press harder on that exact spot.
"Your wish has been fulfilled love, I did fuck you." He kisses your cheek tenderly although his hand is a different story.
"I promise I'll be there for you in every step of the process." He goes back to gently caressing your stomach. "I'm not that mean, especially when youre gonna be so..so sensitive."
"Nothing is going to happen! Stop saying that... I don't want this.....-" You argue helplessly.
"Oh no...is the signs already showing? Don't be so angry love. I know... I know mood swings are the worst. Let me help you." He coos, gently brushing your hair out of your face.
You turn away, your tears sliding down your face. "You're the worst.....I..I..dont need your hel...p..." Your eyes roll back, falling unconscious from exhaustion.
Content warnings: Tiny bit of Enemies to Lovers, Royalty Au, Yandere Behaviors, Manipulation, Arranged marriage, Explicit smut, Edging, Masturbation (M), PIV, Overstimulation, Perv! Sugu, Belly bulge. Dubcon if you squint. Mdni.
Pairings: Yandere! Crowned Prince! Suguru Geto x Fem! Reader.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 first found you on your empire’s garden, knees scraped and elbows muddy, with your clothes full of dirt and mud sweat dripping all over your body as you enthusiastically chases after frogs in your garden like it was a full-time job during his visit with his parents on your kingdom.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 was absolutely gobsmacked when he found out that you were his supposedly fiancee—because he half-expected a more sophisticated girl to be his future bride, and not some girl who looked like she had just escaped from a mental asylum.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 was mortified at the thought of having someone like you as his bride. After all, How could he possibly stand being linked with that looks like they’ve never heard of soap or a scrub brush in their life? He is but a clean freak after all.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 found himself being hauled off to your room for some forced quality time together. but when he reluctantly entered, and his eyes fell upon you, he realized that you actually looked pretty cute when you're not covered in dirt.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 who had a grin plastered on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes as he adopted a suave tone while he converses with you, showering you with compliments that are actually backhanded because he initially thought that you’re dumb and wouldn't caught on his insinuations.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 whose face transformed from smug confidence to sheer disbelief the moment your clever retort landed. The realization that you had caught onto his sly comments hit him like a ton of bricks, and he realized that perhaps, he had underestimated your wit, but who could blame him? Most women would have fallen for his seemingly charming facade without a second thought.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 had a small tick appear in his eye as your insults began to sting, but his smile remained plastered on his face throughout the heated exchange—albeit it was tight lipped. It wasn't until a particular cutting remark slipped from your lips that his smile faltered.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 thinks that you should watch your tongue, And he began to insult you too until it eventually broke into an argument with you two just hurling petty insults that doesn't even make sense.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 found himself not wanting to cut the engagement off anymore, because he secretly thinks that it's really attractive of you to speak your own mind, even though he simultaneously hated the fact that you were speaking against him.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 secretly enjoys it when you’re playing pranks on him, finding it cute when you would feign innocence.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 started to fall for you after some months and he finds himself wanting to get rid of that shitty attitude of yours and just mold you into his cute little obedient wife instead of being a mouthy lil’ brat.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 gets irritated time he caught sight of you engaging in conversation with a knight, or any man for that matter with a kind look in your face—and a polite way of speaking. The sight of you smiling to another man was enough to make him green with envy , for he, after all, was meant to be your betrothed and your smile should only be reserved for him, and him alone.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 would shower you with gifts and various tokens of affection in an attempt to win you over, and practically forcing your lady-in-waiting to discreetly share your likes and dislikes with him.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 found himself slowly getting obsessed with the way you treat him, and his infatuation only deepened when you began to gradually warmed up to him, exchanging the habitual scowl for a gentle smile whenever he would visit.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 would watch in amusement as you climb on a tree even though you were wearing a dress, and even encourages you to do so, instead of stopping you because he enjoys seeing your cute little panties.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 would often found himself stealing glances at your face while you’re reading a book, admiring how flawlessly your makeup complemented your features, before his gaze lingered on your lips, imagining the sensation of them against his own, or how it would feel to have those pretty lips wrapped around his cock.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 gradually became more tactile with you as time goes by—planting delicate kisses trailing along the curve of your neck, the soft skin of your shoulders, but never on your lips because he wants to see you get needy for him. He would find his lower lip caught in his lips whenever he noticed the way you unconsciously squeezed your thighs together in response to his flirtatious gestures, fantasizing about how much he wanted you to suffocate him with those pretty thighs.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 would touch and edge himself at the thought of you, he would would stroke himself, imagining it was your hands on him instead while he watches the way his pretty pink tip, glisten from the way it’s leaking precum. He’d trace the prominent veins on his dick, watching as it would twitch eagerly in his grip. He would fuck his fist most of time, but stopping just when he was about to cum, because he wants you to make him cum instead.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 would pull you onto his lap, his strong arms encircling your waist as he buried his face in your neck. His lips would press heated kisses along the skin of your neck, his grip firm as he held you close to his chest while ignoring your feeble protests, and paying no mind to your futile smacks on his head or the curses that fell from your lips.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 would comfort you whenever you find out that your friends and the servants that you’re pretty close with have gone missing for some unknown reasons. he would hug you close to him and comfort you, while secretly enjoying the sound of your soft sobs, knowing damn well that he’s the reason why your friends are missing in the first place.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 gets aroused by the sight of your tears. yet, it also ignited a simmering annoyance deep in his gut. Why the fuck were you still crying over those missing friends of yours? He had removed them from your life for a damn good reason — they were nothing but trouble, probably talking shit about you behind your back. And who wouldn’t, really? You were far from the picture-perfect princess type, too real and raw for their shallow asses. He was just doing you a favor yet you’re crying for them. He would wrap his strong arms around you, his breath warm against your ear as he murmured sweet nothings, all the while planting poisonous seeds of doubt in your mind about your friends — talking sugarcoated shit about them and manipulating you into believing that they’re bad people.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 couldn’t stand to see those beautiful eyes of yours clouded with tears any longer. So, he took matters into his own hands, or rather, his lips. He crushed his mouth to yours, a desperate move to distract you from your sorrow. At first, you froze, your eyes widening in surprise, but as he deepened the kiss, you found yourself responding. Your soft lips parted slightly, and he took the opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue. A low, guttural moan escaped his throat as he felt you begin to kiss him back, your hands tentatively rising to rest on his chest. It was supposed to be innocent, a comforting gesture, but his body had other ideas. And as the kiss intensified, he could feel his cock stirring.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 pulls you onto his lap, his grope forceful and eager and you can feel his cock through the thin fabric of your panties as he grinds his bulge against your crotch.
𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄! 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 ended up pressing your face into the soft, cotton sheets, his hips snapping forward roughly as he fucked into your overstimulated cunt, fucking the stress and sorrow out of you
“Come on, baby, just a little more,” Suguru breathed, his hot breath tickling your ear as he pulled you close, his hand tight on your neck, his free hand slid down your body, his fingers tracing the curves of your breasts, and pressed on the small bulge on your tummy, moaning at the sight.
“mm.. fuck, d’ya feel me in there, pretty?” He rasped before his hand went lower and teased your puffy clit with feather-light touches, making you squirm and whimper pathetically as he continued to fuck your overstimulated cunt.
“Haah.. you’re prettier when you’re crying tears of pleasure instead of tears of sorrow... so fuckin’ perfect, my pretty wife...”
𝐀/𝐍: i got lazy on the plot and just went straight for the smut.. ugh, this is probably the most filthiest shit that i have done omg, crying rn bcs i’ll never be able to face my friends after this, probably.... The parasites have gotten into me😭😭 IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT! @terrorbladewho
PLEASE MY MOOTS, DON’T EVER SAY SOMETHING ABT THIS OR TALK A SINGLE WORD ABT THIS SHIT!!🥺🥺🙏🏻🙏🏻 THIS WAS REQUESTED AND THE PARASITES HV GOTTEN INTO ME
