β₯οΈ. - he gave you a rose and you gave him your heart. but he didn't want your heart and that leads you to coughing up roses for his love.
β₯οΈ. includes. - nsfw, angst, hanahaki disease au, black reader, female reader, toxic relationship, unrequited love, unhealthy obsession, manipulation, blood, humiliation, degradation, vaginal fingering, name calling, a bit of degradation, creampie, hair pulling, rough sex.
β₯οΈ. note/inspo. - thank you chai+ for giving me inspiration to write this.
"Here."
His hand was outstretched and held a rose. You stared at it for a moment, before moving your gaze up to your dark haired upper classman. It was unexpected, and your heart fluttered at the gesture and his charming smile.
"Why?"
It was a dumb question, could you not think of a better question to ask? Well, you were to stunned to form a coherent question or a flirty response to give so you gave the most obvious and dull reaction. He didn't seem deterred though by your dull question, shrugging as if the answer was obvious and didn't matter.
"Why not?"
Now, this is where you're embarrassed to admit that this is when your crush for Geto Suguru began. It was Valentines Day and while you had gotten your fair share of gifts, you pretended to not have received anything to your classmates.
You assumed that's why he gave you the rose, to cheer you up and not let your day be ruined. It's a dumb reason to begin crushing on him for, especially when countless others showered you in more expensive and pretty gifts before. But for some reason, this felt more meaningful to you, even if the gift was so rushed he didn't have time to pick the thorns off.
Even then you accepted the rose with a bashful smile, not caring how the thorns pricked you and pulled blood from your hands. You appreciated it and promised to cherish it, hugging it close to your chest. You continued to smile even when the green leaves became stained with your blood, already determined to win this boy's heart like he did yours so effortlessly.
Little did you know that the pain from the thorns was the easiest to deal with when loving Geto Suguru.
"Are you still going to reject my proposal?" You heard his cold voice, as you coughed up blood once again. "Coughing petals again, how pathetic."
While Geto was able to hide from Gojo's six eyes somehow, he wasn't able to hide from your love. You knew he was a host for Kenjaku, the curse who had discovered your deepest secret. It hurt knowing that you could only watch as Geto fell for someone else that wasn't you. But even Kenjaku couldn't cure your curse... love.
You looked at the bloody petals in your hands, your eyes shaking in fear and frustration. You never thought youβd be a victim of this cursed disease, after all, everyone loved you. You are beautiful, and you were confident and prideful. If anything, someone would catch Hanahaki from falling in love with you. The blood mixed with the roses that you hacked out dripped onto your dress, staining it.
You were wearing a simple black tube-top dress that hugged your body closely with two slits on each side exposing both your legs, and a beige hollowed out, cropped, fishnet sweater on top. Your hair surrounded you as you kneeled on the floor, you let it grow out from your former short length, ending just below your thighs. It has grown since high school. You also cut your bangs that always covered your eyes, revealing your [e/c] eyes with white pupils in the shape of a heart. But now those hearts were shattered, reflecting your heartbroken feelings.
Youβve matured since your high school days and since you decided to follow Geto on his homicidal mission. Growing into your body, and losing some of the baby face. You also lost your hopeful and innocent shine in your eyes, replacing it was a dull and distant gleam that came from witnessing countless death and feeling hopeless about ever receiving Getoβs love.
You grit your teeth. This was shameful, how could you let your love get this far? How could you fall for a man that would never love you? A man who would be taken over by a curse spirit. You glared up at Kenjaku, only being able to take your anger out on the curse that resembled your unrequited love. βDonβt pity me! If it wasnβt for you then he wouldβve loved me! I justβ¦ needed more time. But you came along and took him!β You shouted, knowing your words werenβt the truth but you were delusional and couldnβt accept that Geto didnβt love you.
Your anger only fed Kenjaku's grin, the cursed spirit loving every moment of your outburst. The spirit was a menace, mocking you even further, "Oh? I just took him? No, no! He was never yours in the first place!" Kenjaku yelled, the cursed spirit laughing along as he taunted you. It was a truth you didn't want to hear, but it was a truth nonetheless. Geto was not in love with you, and Kenjaku did take that opportunity to get what he wanted.
"Yes he was!" You argued, clenching your fists and crushing the petals in your grip. They were a reminder of the love you couldn't have. "I just needed to work harder! It would've happened eventually! I'm beautiful! There's no way he wouldn't choose me in the end!" Kenjaku smirked, his eyes never leaving you. "Oh? You think your beauty is all that matters?" the curse teased, "He never cared for that. He thinks you're pretty but so are a thousand other young women... that's not what he's looking for." He could see it in your eyes, the shock and disappointment of hearing the truth. Kenjaku was enjoying every second of it.
"Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up shut up!" You continued to shout, throwing the bloody petals at him in anger. It was the only physical resistance you could give him, you know that Kenjaku is stronger than you. But it was your choice to follow him, to defect from the school to follow Geto in hopes of someday gaining his love. It was your choice to let him use your body for his own pleasure, to bury yourself deeper in the already deep hole of love you held for him. You could feel tears well in your eyes, holding them back to try and not ruin your makeup, you already looked a mess. "You don't know anything!" You continued, "I'm pretty and smart and I can even control curses! I'm the most perfect option for his love! He would've chose me!"
The petals fell around him, and his grin only grew bigger. "Oh, you're perfect alright... for me!" Kenjaku laughed, "You're so beautiful, I couldn't resist." The curse teased her, not bothering to mention how he enjoyed controlling someone as beautiful as you. He wanted to see the world burn just a little bit more, and messing with you... he was good at doing just that. "But why not just take you for myself?" Kenjaku questioned, "III make you mine, and I'll make you forget about him."
You wanted more than anything to deny his proposal, to continue screaming in his face and fighting for your love but he had Getoβs face he had the appearance of the man you loved and her heart ached. The tears you were holding back began to slowly cascade down your face and you sniffed, hanging your head down. "You're so cruelβ¦β
Keniaku knew he won when you finally hung your head, defeated for the first time in your life. "Am I?" the curse asked, "Am I cruel enough to control the man you love most?" Kenjaku enjoyed every second of your grief, and he loved it even more when he saw your tears. "You know, I could make you forget about that love and use your body for my own means. Make you love me..." Kenjaku suggested playfully, "It'll be so romantic, I promise." He chuckled, "Don't you think?"
You whimpered as you wanted to fully cry but held back, not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing how broken you were. You reached and gripped the bottom of his pants, desperate to receive the affection and attention you knew you deserved. βI love himβ¦ I loved him so much.β
Kenjaku was enjoying messing with you even more now, "He doesn't love you back. Don't you want someone to love you back? I could give you that love you so deeply desire for Geto.β The curse didn't mind when you grabbed onto his pants, enjoying the fact that for the first time you were willing to give yourself over. "I might not be Geto but l'm everything you want him to be, aren't I?" Kenjaku had a feeling that your answer was a yes.
"You're worse, you're nothing like him." You said, your voice low. Crawling over to him, laying your hand on the top of his leg and rubbing your cheek against the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to the bulge in between his legs. You batted your eyelashes up at him, a feeling of humiliation welling in the pit of your stomach but your desperation overpowering it. "But will you love me? Even if you don't love me can you really pretend to be what I want? Will you be the perfect Geto to me?"
Kenjaku laughed, placing his hand over his heart, "Perfect? Oh, I'll treat you as if you're the only woman in this world. Like you're my one and only love. I'll be your everything... and more.β Kenjaku chuckled, seeing you lay your head on his thigh as if it were an offering. "I don't have to pretend, love. I can be the perfect Geto for youβ¦β Kenjaku spoke, his voice sounding gentle. It was everything you could've ever asked from him. You nodded up at Kenjaku, your voice cracking from repressed emotions and passion. His tender words, his loving gaze, it was all an act for you to choose him and you played along, desperate for a happy ending.
You kissed the tip of his index finger that he had placed on your mouth, just as a small proof of your temporary submission. Your eyes stared at his, your soul wanting to drown in his gaze. "Then, you can have me..." you replied, your tone turning sweet and sensual from your previous angry and erratic behavior. Kenjaku smiled, and he enjoyed every moment of your display. He enjoyed how you submitted to every word he spoke to you. "Now, how about you give me a kiss on the lips?" Kenjaku asked, his voice still gentle.
He wanted a bit of fun, and he couldn't deny the way you made his heart flutter. The cursed spirit was unsure if it was caused by Getoβs soul or his own personal desire. For a moment, he wished he was actually Geto. Your chest was shaking and your heart was pounding hard, as if it wanted to get outside of your torso. It was almost unbearable to wait any longer to get Kenjaku's love, to experience what it would feel like to be love by Geto. You wanted him to hurry, hurry so you could forget all the wrong Geto's done against you and the growing distance between them.
His words made your heart race, and your heart's rhythm increased in intensity. You looked at him with a look of pure lust. Your desires were becoming overwhelming and they were driving you crazy with passion and a need for him. "You can have me, Suguru," she whispers softly, and your tone conveyed your wish for his touch. Kenjaku knew he was getting your exactly where he wanted you to be. He wanted you. He wanted you badly. The curse could feel the passion in your voice and in your heart. He could see the way you looked at him, a look of pure desire and longing in your eyes.
The spirit smirked, "I can have you?" Kenjaku teased, "I would love to make you mine." His voice was still as gentle and loving as ever, the perfect image of Geto. Kenjaku's words made you feel a rush of butterflies in your chest, as those words were just what you wanted to hear after so long. Even if it wasn't the actual Geto, you were still grateful of this curse, falling prey to his promise of love. You both belonged to each other and it felt so amazing. "|... I-I..." you lost your words when faced with Kenjaku's love.
"Shhh," Kenjaku placed his hand against your face, his false gentleness only adding to his charms, "No more talking, love. You can give me a kiss, can't you?" He smirked, "I love watching you struggle." His eyes were already on your lips, waiting for you to give in to your desire. He loved knowing you couldn't fight back against this perfect situation. You were completely in love with him now, and this was one hell of a curse.
"I just want to be loved, I promise to be perfect for you." Mumbling before being cut off by his kiss. You squeak, taken off guard by this action, but quickly melts into his embrace. "Mmm.." you whine softly, your eyes fluttering closed. Geto is the one man you loved, and he should be worshiped. It was bruising and rough, but it was also warm and passionate. You melted into his towering figure that held you close. You opens your eyes again, locking eyes with Kenjaku. The broken hearts that replaced your pupils swirled and fixed itself, a reaction to your feelings. You felt your heartbeat in every inch of your body. You felt as if it could be easily controlled by the curse, making you feel like you wanted to be obedient to his orders. You whined softly, feeling the butterflies flutter inside of you. You couldn't believe what was happening to you right now but you were more than willing to indulge in it.
As soon as their lips met, Kenjaku knew he had you hooked. You were his. You were more than submissive, and you felt it too. You were so eager to please and she wasn't even trying to deny it anymore. Kenjaku pulled away to see your eyes, and was mesmerized by the look of pure adoration in your eyes when you stared back at him. "Oh my, love," Kenjaku's voice was gentle, "You're so easy to control, aren't you?" His lips came back for more.
You had never been so ready to give yourself up for someone. The words out of Keniaku's mouth were taunting and humiliating, but it didn't matter, it was as if a hot wave came out from his lips and touched your heart. You looked at him with a soft smile on your face, your eyes filled with lust as the need for his touch was becoming too much to handle.
"Yes... y-yes I want you to control me, Suguru." Your voice became breathless and more provocative. Kenjaku grinned as you confirmed just how easy you are to control. He enjoyed playing with this young woman, and he wanted more. Your submission to him only made him love you more, as he couldn't deny how powerful you made him feel. "Do you love me then, love?" He asked, "Do you love Kenjaku?"
Kenjaku placed his lips against yours once more, enjoying the way you sighed at his touch. You couldn't help the gasp and small moan that escaped your lips when he tugs your hair. You pulled away from the kiss and shoved him away, it was hard, you wanted to continue kissing him but his words set you off. You turned your head away, glaring up at him. "No. I could never love you, I only love Geto."
"Oh, but you already do." Kenjaku teased, enjoying the way you tried to deny it. He could sense your heart pumping fast from your anger, and he loved it. "It's okay, don't deny your feelings, my dear. You know what? Maybe you'll even love me more than Geto! I mean, he already broke your heart, didn't he?" The curse chuckled, "I could be your new dream lover... wouldn't you love me?"
You refused to look into his eyes as he towered over and pressed against you, you let out a sharp inhale, eyes fluttering at the sudden sensation, trying hard not to give any verbal hints that his being aroused you. No need to give him the satisfaction that he had you in the palm of his hand. The more rational side of your muddled brain knew better than to accept the roaming of his hands and his kisses. Than to just give them easy access to your body. Not that it would have stopped them, but lack of resistance could be seen as encouragement, and you definitely didn't want that. At least, you didn't know what you wanted. This whole situation you had gotten yourself into was wrong.
"You're not Geto..." you muttered out, your voice strained. "You're just a curse who stole his body, I shouldn't have allowed this to happen." The last part she said mostly to herself. "Oh?" Kenjaku chuckled, "I have his body. I have his appearance. I have his mind." He enjoyed messing with her, "Tell me love, how could you tell the difference between me and him?" There was a difference, but Kenjaku knew you couldn't tell. "You're already going against logic for me, love. It's adorable, honestly.β
"You're evil, Geto was kind." You argued, "you'll never truly be himβ¦β you muttered, the hearts in your eyes slowly breaking again as her mind became clearer and more hesitant on giving yourself to Kenjaku in place of Geto. You moved your body off of his lap, needing to be away from him to think clearly. "This is a mistake," you say, slowly backing away, holding the side of your head as you could feel a headache forming. "You're not my Suguru, you'll never truly be the man I fell in love with. Not as long as I know your Kenjaku, I can never fully love you." You finally looked at him, a sad expression on your face again, "you're just a fake."
Keniaku felt your heart break before his very eyes. The curse wanted to laugh, but he held it back for the moment. You had finally seen Kenjaku as he truly was, and you didn't want him anymore. But Kenjaku wasn't willing to let you go so easily. "Oh love, you want him so much? I can be anyone you want... I can be your dream come true." He stepped closer, "Wouldn't that be perfect, to have the man you love most be in your arms?"
You were going to speak again, but was stopped by another coughing fit. You held your chest in pain as more rose petals and blood came from your mouth, splattering against the floor in a disgusting bloody heap. Your throat burned and was only reminded how you are destined to die soon, no curse who looked and acted like Geto was going to change that. No matter how much you wanted to delude yourself with false love, Kenjaku would never replace him.
Kenjaku sighed, irritated by your denial still. You wouldn't give in, and it only made him want you more. "Oh, you poor broken thing," Keniaku placed his hands over your cheeks, wiping at your tears as he brought his lips to her own once more, "Do you want a kiss? I can kiss you until you forget about Geto. You'll forget every other man who will just break your heart." He was trying his best to seduce you still, eager to make you submit to him and have you in his bed.
It was disgusting, kissing a being you were trained to kill. A cursed spirit you are supposed to hate and exorcise but instead accepted its embrace and affection. The kiss was filled with blood and tasted of iron, your head spun at the flavor, something so wrong, yet so right about the taste as the curse sucked on your tongue. The harshness of it felt nothing like when Geto kissed you. You could also feel the insincerity when he wiped your tears. Kenjaku just wanted your body and mind, not your love. But did it really matter? You are dying anyway, so what was the point in being rational? You threw away your morals a long time ago, so why be righteous now?
Keniaku was in his element, seducing yet another woman into his hold. He just couldn't help but feel that he could make you his own. "You're being too rational, love," Kenjaku chuckled, "Why not throw away your reason? Why not let your lust take the best of you?" He couldn't help but feel happy as your body reacted to whatever he did. He was a seducer, after all. He knew how to get into someoneβs head and get exactly what he wanted. "How about it, my dear? How about you give me your body, and l'll give you one hell of a night."
"No..." you mumbled, shaking your head. Still holding on to what little reason you had left. "I'm tired of letting you use my body. I don't want to sleep with you, I want..." your breath hitched and you grabbed your head again, a dull aching pain beating in your temple from all the stress put on your body. You couldn't think clearly, and wasn't in a stable headspace. "I want Geto to love me but... Geto's gone. You stole him from me." You cried, ignoring the fact that Gojo had already killed Geto during the battle. Keniaku just took over his mind and body. Everything was your fault, you put yourself in this position and now you had to deal with the consequences
"Yes, and I'm here in his place... and I'II do so much more for you, love." Kenjaku tried to reassure you, hoping you'd just forget about the real Geto's love.
"Why don't you just forget about him? He is gone, so why not just accept my love? I'm the only person who could fill the emptiness in your heart... and do more than you can imagine." He couldn't resist touching your body again, even if you denied that you wanted his affection.
he put his right hand on the back of your head, suddenly Kenjakuβs hand fisted into your hair and yanked you closer, his grip tight enough that you couldn't even move your head, and without much effort, he forced you to kneel in front of a man who was no longer your beloved Geto. You were caught off guard by the unexpected movement, and your cheeks started to burn. Kenjaku forced your head to the side and crashed his lips onto yours, wasting no time in deepening the kiss, devouring your mouth as if he would never let you go.
Kenjaku loved the way you fought against him, your small body not being able to push him back at all. It only made him want you more, and he couldn't deny how good these fights made him feel. He pulled away once more, his lips glistening with your saliva as he sighed, "You're too cute, my love... I love it when you struggle." He placed your back on the floor, leaning over you so he could kiss the side of your neck, wanting to feel as if he truly owned you.
A gasp escaped your mouth when he forced you to the floor, going from on your knees to your back on the floor. He was pinning your body under his, trapping you inside his arms. Each time you tried to inch back a little control, pushing him away from your neck before you fell too deep, The curse would pull at your hair hard enough to make your eyes water. Kenjaku usually was quite rough with you when it comes to sex because he knew you would never deny him but this wasnβt about Kenjaku, this was about Geto and he was never this rough with you, the curseβs roughness was only proving you right that he couldnβt fully be Geto. You bit the inside of your lip to muffle the moans that wanted to escape your mouth when he pressed kisses along your neck. Unconsciously turning your head away, opening your neck wider which provided better access for him. βStop! I canβtβ¦ itβs wrong. I wonβt let you hurt me any longer!β
Kenjaku smirked, enjoying your resistance. "But, my love, I'm not hurting you" Kenjaku whispered, his lips brushing your neck once more, "I'm just showing you how much I love you. You don't have to struggle with me." Kenjaku enjoyed your reactions to his touches, having to resist the urge to bite your neck. "Why can't you just enjoy this? You know you can't deny our love... you know you want me." His voice sounded just like Getoβs, it messed with your head and made you confused. How could you refuse the curse when he sounded just like him? He said everything you wanted to hear to accept him, he knew you couldnβt deny his request while using Getoβs voice and face.
His touch was toxic and it hurt, you wanted nothing more than to be away from him. You wanted to cry more but you couldnβt, you had run out of tears long ago. βIm being serious Kenjaku, let me go.β You demanded, continuing to push against him to get him off you. Kenjaku sighed, annoyed that you continued to deny his love. But he knew how you really felt deep down. He gently pressed his finger over your lips to stop you speaking, "Shhh, love. I heard you the first time." Kenjaku's hands remained on your hair and on your hips as he brought himself to your neck again. He wasn't going to let you control this, even though you wanted him to. "This time, let me show you how good it feels to be loved by me."
Your breath hitched when he continued his attack on your neck and you hated yourself for reacting this way. When his tongue swiped across your neck, you began to experience a wave of emotions going through your body. This was too thrilling, too erotic, too magical. It made your body tremble with excitement. You couldn't understand what was happening to you. Truthfully, you didn't know if you wanted Kenjaku to stop. You wanted to let it happen. You wanted more. More contact, more passion. You wanted him to take you in his arms and make you his entirely. You needed more. You felt alive again in Kenjakuβs strong grasp, your breaths becoming ragged, his touch burning your skin. You whimpered, trying halfheartedly to escape his hold, to try and get away before you did something you would later regret. β βm not your toy,β you mumbled.
"Oh, but you are, my love." Kenjaku had to stop himself from making your body shake too much. He didn't want to break you just yet. You needed to feel his love more. You needed to become his love. "You belong to me now," Kenjaku growled, "You're just afraid, my darling." He kissed you again, his hold only tightening as he did so. "But you want me so badly." That, Kenjaku could tell was the truth.
You reeled away from the kiss, turning your head away. His hand tugs at your hair again, pulling your head back and baring your throat to him. You feel the skate of his teeth before he allows you to look at him. βEverything about you is made for me. Your spirit and body are mine.β Something clicked in your brain like a switch had been flicked. You didnβt want to resist. You wanted to submit. To Suguru, to Kenjaku. You wanted to please them. This type of submission wasnβt demoralizingβ¦ It was freeing. Freeing her from the burden of inevitable death and rational thought. It was peaceful.
Kenjaku smirked, letting his hand fall out of your hair as he watched the change in your demeanor. "Good girl," Kenjaku whispered, "Now you see? It feels so good to just let go, to just accept the inevitable." Kenjaku had never felt more alive in Geto's body. He was completely in control of this woman now, your body and mind both his to please. He was in his element, in love with the idea of having you completely submit to him.
βYou are a whore,β you mumbled and he looked at you with a mocking smirk, his gaze delving into the darkest crevices of your soul as you made yourself as small as possible, shrinking into yourself as you pointedly ignored the excited shiver racing up and down your spine.Yet you squeaked in response to his movements as he ran a hand up your leg and to your thigh, hiking up your dress in the process. Kenjaku couldn't stop from smirking at your reaction, feeling his own body begin to heat up as he continued to touch you, kneading your inner thigh, dangerously close to your needy cunt. It ached at the close proximity of his hand, almost begging him to come closer.
"You say I'm a whore, but you're the one who is letting me do this... You're showing yourself as a whore to me, right now. I wonder how you'd feel if I called you my little whore...? Would you like that?" He moved his body slowly until he was fully on top of you and positioned in between your legs, his hand now moving up your thigh further, just touching your inner thighs. Iβm not a whore!, you wanted to protest. You had standards after all, only willing to spread your legs for the man you loved and not some curse who pretended to be him.
A hand slips into your underwear and drawing your attention back to the fact that Kenjaku had you like putty in the palm of his hands. He teased your cunt for a moment and then slipped up to begin circling your clit. Your entire body trembles as his other hand moved from your hair to pull down the top of your dress, your breasts spilling out. He finds one of your breasts, teasing your nipple with the same motion on your clit. Sharp teeth scrape the sides of your neck and you know that youβre close to losing yourself completely in pleasure already.
A breaking, overwrought whimper claws its way out of your throat, and you buck your hips needily and arches up into the warm, grounding touch. Your face was flushed and you could feel your body heating up, close to your climax. You were probably delirious from blood loss but that didnβt matter. βMhmβ¦ βlike that very much,β you moaned breathlessly. "Good girl," Kenjaku whispered, the curse smiling as he saw the way you reacted. He was in complete control of you, your heart and mind just begging to be broken by him. He moved his hand faster, his fingertips circling your clit quickly, switching to sticking two fingers in and rubbing a nonsensical pattern with his thumb against your clit. He could be giving you more, however, and he wanted to make sure you knew that.
You grabbed his wrist, determined to reach your orgasm. You held his arm in place as you fucked yourself on Kenjaku's hand. Kenjaku curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot just right to make you orgasm, gasping as you swallowed a moan. You rocked your hips, humping Kenjaku's hand needily as you came down from your high. βYou look so pretty, love," Kenjaku coos, sliding his fingers against your folds to catch the dripping cum and lick it up. You visibly shudder, looking back at him, your eyes glossy, glazed over with arousal. You barely have the time to catch a breath before there are fingers at your lips and pressing into your mouth. You whimper as you recognize your own taste on them, tangy and musky-smelling, with a hint of iron from the blood staining your bodies. You accept them instantly of course, drooling a little as you lap at his fingers, sucking and curling your tongue around them. Kenjaku hums, high and pleased. βWant you now, fuck me, pleaseβ you said through his fingers and drool trickling down your mouth, desperate to feel him fully inside you, his fingers werenβt enough anymore.
He moved the top of his body off of you and sat up, a smirk on his face. He began to undo his pants, pulling them down to free his throbbing erection, precum leaking from the tip and veins pulsing in excitement. "Beg me."
βPlease,β you pant, soft and pathetic and lost to it, βPlease, please, please, yes, please, Suguru, Kenjaku, please ββ
Kenjaku couldn't deny how hot that wasβhe wanted you like this more. "Please what? You gotta be specific, little whore." Kenjaku asked, enjoying how your voice had broken at his name. "You want me to truly defile you like the terrible monster I am?" Kenjaku asks, removing his fingers from your mouth and going back to messing with your sloppy cunt. "Say it."
Your hand tightens around his wrist, encouraging the way he's been languidly rubbing your clit. "SuguβKenjaku... please... defile my body from the inside out and make me yours." That's all Kenjaku needs to hear to flip your body around with your ass up, positioning your upper body to stay laying on the ground, and he fucks you that way while tugging at your hair again.
Without wasting time, he lined himself in front of your waiting cunt and pushed himself inside you, filling you. He wasnβt even inside you fully before he starting fucking you, hard. When he finally bottomed out inside you, kissed the bottom of your womb, he didnβt spend time enjoying it, pulling out and pushing back within seconds. You turned into a blubbering mess, tears streaming down your face. You arch your back further, pressing your chest against the floor and your ass moves with Kenjakuβs thrusts. Feeling the curseβs pelvis leave and return to smack against your ass. You would never be able to get over this sensation of bliss. Your body was tingling as pain and pleasure fucked through you and the two feelings mixed together. You wanted this everyday, whenever you could, before you died a shameful death. You wanted to be embraced by Kenjaku and continue to delude yourself into thinking itβs Geto, you wanted to feel loved and ecstasy while you are still alive. This love, this obsession will be the death of you but at this point, you donβt care. You have many regrets about Geto and your love and if given a chance you would do things differently but right now, youβre content with being a delusional whore, destined to die by a disease you have no business having.
The thick drag of his cock filling you roughly over and over again sending sparks skittering up your body, the pleasure unfurling like honey in your stomach. Kenjaku sets the perfect pace, the one he knows from experience when pleasuring you. It drives you crazy without fail every time, a perfect balance of roughly hard and excruciatingly thorough. Drool leaked from the corner of your mouth, dripping onto the ground as you tensed, eyes clenched shut, trying to hold back your orgasm. βSuguru,β you sobbed. βSuguru, please Iβmββ Tears cascaded down your cheeks as your head went limp against the floor, your orgasm building quickly once more as you were at the very height of pleasure.
βCome for me,β Kenjaku whispered, ignoring the way you called the name of the man who was long gone. It was fine, as long as you continued to stay in his arms he was willing to play the part, heβs done it many times before.
And as if on command youβre cumming. The orgasm that crashed through your body overwhelmed you entirely, just barely staying conscious as your body twitched and your cunt tightened around his cock from cumming for the second time. Your head was foggy and you couldnβt think clearly anymore, whimpering as Kenjaku continued thrusting.
Kenjaku says something breathless that might have been between praise and affection, and your hole tightens again in response, drinking in his words entirely. He fucks you through your high, slowing but still intense enough that it dances on the edge of overstimulation. It doesnβt take long, just when the drag and stretch is starting to border on too much, that Kenjaku groans and thrusts deep into you one final time, shooting hot cum into your cunt and filling you up, some of it sputtering and spilling out despite him still being inside you.
You pant and heave for long minutes, as you come down from the high you feel as if youβre floating above yourself, barely in your own body anymore. Slowly, you roll over onto your back and youβre a beautiful sight. Panting and sweaty, your makeup ruined with mascara running down your cheeks and your lipstick was smudged, blood dripped from your mouth and surrounded and stained you both along with scattered rose petals in the mix.
It's breathtaking.
Kenjaku knows he won't be able to walk away unaffected by this. He'll forever be tied to this pitiful woman. "Donβt stop now," you mumble, spreading your legs wider, and Kenjaku watches his cum dribble from your entrance, gaping and fluttering around nothing. "Take me."
And, Kenjaku is so very happy to indulge your request.
Since the moment he was introduced, I thought he was so adorable, I just wanna overstimulate himmm I'm begging!
I had to look him up and he looks so cute! Unfortunately I havenβt read the manga or know if heβs in the anime yet so I know nothing about him. I donβt feel comfortable writing about a character I know nothing about, Iβm sorryβΉοΈ
Compare one person's suffering with another's. It doesn't work that way. You cannot invalidate one person because someone else had it quote on quote worse. There isn't a worse, because they are not the same person, and they haven't had the same experiences. Yes, someone might have had something more severe happen to them, but you can't say that another persons pain is not just as valid purely because the cause of the pain wasn't as bad as someone else's. That one thing, although not as bad as someone else's, might be the worst thing to happen to THEM yet. You see that, THEM. Not you, or the person your trying to compare with. THEM, because the only way to really "compare" someone's pain, is by seeing THEIR past experiences. AND STILL, it's not even comparable because it is not, they're not the same as they where.
People are made and shaped by so many things, and no one is ever completely the same. Iβll say it again. No one is EVER completely the same. So, no one ever completely reacts the same way, has the same experiences to draw knowledge from, lessons from. Hell, no one even has the same exact thought process. Everyone is different, and everyone has been shaped differently.
β₯οΈ. β no matter how far away you run, bad habits always seem to catch up to you. doflamingo was one of those bad habits you tried to run away from. in the end, you never stood a chance.
β₯οΈ. Inspiration. β valentino by years and years ft. mnek // jokes on you by charlotte lawrence
Doflamingo is a bad man.
There was no rebuttal or argument to that statement. Even his closest members could attest to these words. He was feared throughout the land of Dressrosa and partook in unforgivable acts, killing even his parents and the brother who he loved.
One of his other notable actions was his interest in woman. More specifically, a certain woman. It wasnβt uncommon for men like him to abuse their power and use women like objects. From kidnapping to just buying a female slave, they raped and killed women as they saw fit. You were not an exception.
When Doflamingo first met you, your previous master was selling you after growing fearful of you. He wouldnβt explain why and was quick to offer you to doflamingo for a low price. It was suspicious to say the least. One wouldnβt sell a slave for such a low price and the look of fear that covered the manβs face was evident. That couldβve been chalked up to not wanting to anger him, but a noble like him was to stuck up to show fear like he did.
If you were a dangerous and volatile person then he couldβve easily killed you, no matter how strong someone is. They could easily become a slave with the right restraints and training. As soon as the transaction was completed, the noble sent one last fearful glare towards your battered form before making a quick getaway. Doflamingo narrowed his eyes behind his rose-tinted glasses and stood for a moment staring at the back of the far gone noble. His last words replaying in his head.
βBe careful with her, sheβs fucking crazyβ.
Initially, he planned for you to work as a palace worker, maybe even as an test subject for his artificial devil fruits if it came to it. However, you were to intriguing for him to just leave your side that quickly. Throughout the whole exchange you just stood there with a bored and blank expression, as if you didnβt care that you were being sold like a object. While it was common for slave to lose their sense of self in the slave life, they still showed some sort emotion to being sold from noble to noble. Whether is be sadness from being separated or fear of whether their new master will be worst than the last. Doflamingo had a knack for sensing the negative emotions in people.
When you both returned to the palace, he ordered the other female slaves to clean you up and make you presentable. He hadnβt seen you for most of the rest of the day as he had other stuff to attend to. He was confused on why it was taking so long for the maid to wash you up.
It was the end of the day and he was retiring to his room to rest for the night when he saw you again. The maid had misunderstood his intentions and thought you were just another sex slave he had bought. They had cleaned and groomed you to udder perfection, just the way they knew he liked it. You sat on his plush bed with a pink lace lingerie set, your face adorning light makeup that made your face look similar to that of a doll.
While at first Doflamingo had no intention of using you for sex, now that all the grime and dirt was washed away and the maids did their work. You looked absolutely stunning, and there was no way he was going to pass on opportunity to bed you.
As he was using you as his personal fuck toy, your personality did a complete 180 as your black and expressionless face turned into pleasure and lustful. You were very vocal about how he was making you feel and he was sure the whole hallway could hear your pleas and moans. He was surprised at the sudden turn of character but it wasnβt one he didnβt welcome.
The way your cunt felt around his cock was a sensation he hadnβt felt before in any other of his slaves. It felt like you were sucking him in every time he pulled out, and it was addicting. What really made him hooked was when after he was done with you, having spent all his energy into fucking you into the mattress. You still had the audacity to climb on top of his spent form and fuck yourself on his sore cock.
At the time, he was to out of it to see that crazy look in your eyes. Despite being tired, he did not disappoint in thrusting into you with his remaining strength, causing you to let out a small gasp and your back to arch. He was slightly annoyed you wanted to continue without his permission, but he the urge to satisfy your needs. The sheer tightness of his grip on your waist was sure to leave bruises in the morning but he was the last person to care. The fast and rough pace of his thrust were dumbifying as the pleasure left your mouth open in silent screams and moans. The sinful sounds of skin slapping echoed through the room as endured his rough pace and cried out in euphoria when he ripped out orgasm after orgasm out of you.
Before you were taken in by Doflamingo, you didn't care much for sex. You accepted your fate as your previous masterβs sex toy but you never enjoyed it or was interested. But when Doflamingo came along and showed you just what a real orgasm felt like, you were instantly hooked on sex. You didnβt care what he did with you as long as he continued to satisfy your new addiction.
It was then that your fate was decided as his personal and favorite sex toy. It was common to see you walking around the castle with nothing but a barely covering bikini top and a silk skirt with separate panels suspended from a metal belt. It would be easier to list what it was covering than what it was revealing. This was so that whenever Doflamingo had the urge to fuck you, that all your parts were easily accessible. And it didnβt matter when or where he had the urge, he could be in the middle of a meeting and you would be in full view to everyone as you sucked his cock, and somehow, you always looked pretty while doing it. His βfamilyβ wouldnβt dare say anything about it, they would just continue with the meeting as if everything was normal. Because in Doflamingoβs eyes, it was.
This dynamic continued for years, with Doflamingo ruling over Dressrosa and you sitting right at his feet like a lap dog, his hand running through and resting on your head. Sometimes he would even let you sit on his lap, but that was only when he wanted something more than you sitting there. There would be citizens of the island begging for their request to be fulfilled or someone coming to challenge his authority. And there you were, bouncing prettily on his cock, cheeks flushed and eyes rolled back as you try to reach your high, uncaring of being watched or possibly being in the way.
On occasion, he would put in a slight piece of effort of thrusting into you, he liked to hear your surprised moan and your hands gripping his thighs to center yourself. He also had a habit of pulling your hair, rather roughly at that as it forced you to strain your neck. When he did this you could see the people behind you, watching your shameful actions with uncomfortable and shifty expressions. Instead of it embarrassing you, it only served to further excite you and motivate you to reach your next high.
Against your better judgment, it was safe to say that you were actually falling in love with Doflamingo. Perhaps it was a severe case of Stockholm Syndrome but you couldnβt exactly deny to fluttering in your chest whenever Doflamingo came to seek you out when you were doing other tasks. He made you feel special when he made you exclusively his unlike his other sex slaves, who were free to be used by the other family members. When he had to travel to other islands he would always bring you back something whether it be jewelry, lingerie he wanted you to wear, or new clothes. The thing you treasured the most though was a custom collar that Doflamingo had gotten for you. It was pink with two silver Dβs connected at the front. You couldnβt have been more prouder to show it off and you wore it with pride.
From what Doflamingo can remember, everything started going downhill when he allowed you to go outside and to the city. He knew you were obedient and was obsessed with him as he was with you so he had no qualms about letting you wander outside. And even you were excited, no matter how much you loved Doflamingo, you missed having the sun in your face and watching the different life of the townspeople.
Of course you were always accompanied by a family member, he couldnβt put that much trust in you, but you were fine with it as long as you were able to go out. The first few outings were fine, when out you would dress more modestly than at the castle but still wore the collar to show people who you belonged to. At the end, you would always tell him about the sights you saw and new foods you tried. He couldnβt lie and say that seeing you so happy over something (thatβs not his dick) made a weird feeling of his own in his chest.
However, after a few short months of this Doflamingo noticed a change in your behavior. You became distant and more focused on fulfilling his needs than yours just to get away quicker. You werenβt as opening about your feelings as before, you didnβt tell him about your outings as much. He sometimes noticed your longing gaze when you thought he wasnβt looking. When he asked the family member attending to you, they reported that you would spend more time in jewelry shops looking in the ring section, or you would stare at couples in the streets, and that you would stop and stare through a wedding shop window when there was a wedding dress displayed.
Doflamingo had frowned at this information as he slowly started to piece the puzzle together. He wasnβt dumb to what you were obviously going through and he wasnβt having it. You were nothing more than his slave, he held no real feelings towards you. It was idiotic of you to catch feelings for him and he wasnβt going to let you continue on with this idea.
He didnβt confront you, instead he decided to pull away, to entertain his other toys that he had been neglecting. It started out small, like not calling for you at the usual times or dismissing you quicker than normal. You thought he was just busy, that he would surely go back to smothering you when he was finished. But then it got worse. He would go a whole day without calling for you and when you tried to initiate something yourself, he would push you away or glare at you. He never did that before.
You was scared to see the truth, so you kept on hurting. You noticed when things started to get bad. You was so fixated on everything they fed to you in the beginning, that you ignored everything happening in the present. The lying, the sleeping around, and the manipulative tactics. You realized it all, but because you wanted so much more for the two of you. You pretended like it didn't affect you when it really broke you.
Your worst fears were coming true as you could only sit and watch as your beloved master was apparently losing interest in you.
The final straw was when you caught him fucking another woman in the same personal bedroom that he had gifted to you. It wasnβt even some lowly slave like you either, it was the former princess of Dressrosa. Watching the man you had feelings for ravage another woman, that was far better than you in every way, was heartbreaking. You could tell that she didnβt even like it, that she was forced into this position yet Doflamingo looked like he was enjoying it. Did you mean so little to him that you were so easily replaced by a woman who didnβt even want him?
With all this turmoil and heartache, you couldnβt handle being by his side any longer. Not only because of the fact he didnβt care for you anymore but because you were afraid of what his indifference could mean for your future. You saw what his experiments turn out like, you didnβt want to end up like them. It was settled, you would run away from the palace and your shackles.
One thing you've learned as you grew older, is that no one is irreplaceable. Especially not someone who has been horrible to you. once you realized your worth, you saw how much more you deserved. if that means cutting ties with someone you once loved, then that's what you had to do.
Unlike most slaves, you didnβt need a hardcore plan to escape. Doflamingoβs first mistake was removing your bomb collar to put on your collar, you also knew all the schedules of every family member and worker inside the palace, and most importantly, knew which ship rides sailed off or came in. All thanks to sitting in meetings and pretending to be a mindless whore. You put your plans in motion the next night, it wasnβt hard to fake your usual bimbo nature and garner no suspicion.
It was surprisingly easy to sneak out in the dead of night during one of the guards shift rotations. You were able to use some of the money you had to pay for a ticket to board a cargo ship. You were careful to hide your slave mark that adorned most of your back with a dress and jacket. For once, you were grateful for Doflamingo being so possessive of you and hiding you away most of the time as the captain of the ship didnβt recognize your face. You acted like a desperate (but not to desperate or else it would be suspicious) woman who needed to catch the next ship over to a far away island to close a business deal. Acting like a separate branch of Doflamingoβs delegate. The captain was quick to let you ride the ship, not wanting to inadvertently anger Doflamingo himself.
As you sat on the rocking ship, listening to the waves hit the wood and the creaking of the floorboards as the workers busted their asses. To you, it was foreign and new, it was scary yet exciting at the same time. The realization that you had escaped from under Doflamingoβs thumb without much hassle was exhilarating. There was still a part of you that was on high alert and fearful, waiting for some type of enemy fire that belonged to Doflamingo. Fearful that he had realized you escaped and was coming after you, coming to take you back, coming to kill you.
But as the night progresses and the sun begins to rise, you let out a breathe that you had been holding in. The ship was far out of Dressrosa territory now and to far for him to catch up anytime soon. As soon as the cargo ship landed on its first island, you exited the ship and bid the captain farewell. From then on you took ship to boat until you were as far away from him as possible, and for the first time in your life, you were free.
When Doflamingo had noticed your disappearance, it was midday and the usual time you would come seek him out. He hadnβt been all to worried at first when you didnβt arrive since you did walk in on him, he knew how emotional you could get sometimes. However; after sometime he decided to find you out himself, after all, even if his plan was to crush your feelings you were still his favorite sex toy and he couldnβt help but crave the warm, gummy walls of your cunt and the way your body molded and shifts in his hands, or the way your face contorted with pleasure when he hit that perfect spot.
He searched the walls for your short form and asked the passing people if they had seen you. They all had shaken their heads and say they hadnβt seen you since last night. After search most of the castle he went to your room, already in a bad mood for having to search for you. When he got to your room he busted open your door with clear intent to let you have it, but he froze when he was greeted with a empty bedroom. His heart began to race as the possibility of you running away was clear. He went into the room to look for signs of an escape but none of your stuff had been taken. When he was about to leave and do a deeper search of the castle something caught his eye from the bed.
He went closer to the bed and his stomach dropped and his anger rose. There on the bed laid the collar he had gotten you, nearly folded and beside it laid a note saying one simple word.
βByeβ
The castle erupted in chaos after that, members searching the entire castle for you, ships deployed to catch any ship that had departed from the island last night. Even with all this, a part of Doflamingo knew you were gone but he didnβt care. You were his woman and he was getting you back no matter what, even if he has to travel across the world for you.
Itβs been five years since you escaped and the only way you could describe it was, freeing. You were born into slavery, a product of rape from your motherβs master so you never knew what it felt like to be free. At first it was scary, always looking over your shoulder for danger, being suspicious of anyone who looked at you for to long or funny. But as time moved by with no incident, you slowly grew comfortable with your life.
You had traveled to a rather populated island, so that if someone did come looking for you it would take them quite awhile, giving you enough time to get away. The hiding of your slave mark was a difficult task, covering it with a large amount of waterproof makeup. Overall, you could proudly say that you had escaped slavery.
Your greatest achievement though was getting a husband. A man who consistently pursued and loved you. At first you tried to turn him down, believing that you didnβt deserve his love but he was persistent and eventually got you with his love. Making you a housewife and taking over the role of moneymaker; in the beginning, it disturbed you at first because it was almost like slavery all over again except disguised as him taking care of you. But over time you grew content with your life, happy even, with the peaceful living.
In his eyes, you had never experienced a fall from grace. You had always been the pretty little smart, sweet, happy-go-lucky, and easy on the eyes woman. He was convinced you were an angel right here on earth. To your dear husband, there was nothing wrong that you could ever do. Any time you broke one of his loosely defined rules like βno revealing clothes,β all it took was batting your eyelashes and a noncommittal apology before you were back in his good graces. In his eyes, you were the perfect housewife. It didnβt matter to either of you that you were spoiled rotten.
As long as you continued to run around in your short sundresses or look at him with those puppy-dog eyes as you ask him to fuck your pretty cunt before heading off to work. Then he could continue letting go of those fleeting moments of uninterest in your eyes, or the moments where you seem to be somewhere else as he makes love to you for the fifth time that day.
It wasnβt uncommon for you to ask him to cum inside you, begging even, claiming you wanted his baby and to have a family. This always unsettles him, he already has insecurities on whether he is actually pleasuring you and now your asking for a baby. Heβs not sure heβs ever even made you cum before. Whenever you ask him, he always shys away, pulling out and cumming on your stomach or back. It only further upset him when you seemed so distant from him.
Maybe, just maybe, this woman who appears infatuated with him will revive his confidence.
The perfect life you were living was quickly destroyed before you could properly enjoy it.
It was supposed to be a normal day of peacefulness until there was a knock on your door. It made you confused because you werenβt expecting anyone nor did you order anything to be delivered today. Still, you went to open the door. Your heart dropped to your stomach and your face fell at the sight of a familiar body towering over you. Your body tensed, old habits resurfacing and you fought to not lower your head to avoid eye contact.
When you quickly tried to close the door on him, he simply forced the door opened and forced his way in. His signature pink fur coat was draped over his shoulders and his smile only served to scare you. Despite your fear, you wouldnβt back down without a fight.
βGet the fuck out of my house,β you demanded, not daring to raise your voice at him but still holding your ground.
You didnβt expect it to work but it was still insulting when his first reply was a boisterous laugh as if what you said was amusing to him. You felt your anger rise and you glared at him.
βWhat the fuck is so funny!? Get. out.β You restated, close to losing your whatever restraint you had.
In an instant he stopped laughing and his arm shot out, his hand gripping your lower face and forcing you further into the apartment and against a nearby table. You scratched at his hand, desperately trying to pry it off of you. Doflamingo only tightened his gripped and smiled at your scared expression.
βNow now, thatβs no way to talk to your master. Being free has obviously been a bad influence on you~β he spoke, his words only making you glare daggers at him. βIβm here to collect whatβs rightfully mineβ.
Suddenly, he flipped your body around and forced your upper body to lay on the table and your legs to spread. You gasped in surprise and you tried to close your legs but he stopped you by using his strings. He used one of his hands to keep your hands bound behind your back. You were embarrassed by the suggestive position and fought to break out of his iron grip.
He flipped up the skirt of your dress, revealing your bare ass and cunt. You strained your head to look back at him, fearful of his intentions.
βWhat the fuck do you think youβre doing!? Stop it!-β
You were shut up by him shoving in two of his long fingers into your cunt. The pain of the forcefulness and sudden pleasure caused you to let out a silent scream.
βDidnβt I tell you to watch your mouth? Youβve become such a naughty girl, you used to be my perfect toy and look what happened,β he said in fake sadness. He scissored his fingers inside you, making you squirm under him. βGuess Iβll have to teach you that you belong to me and not some weak, ugly piece of shit you call a husbandβ.
βDonβt you dare talk about him like that! Heβs hell of a lot better than scum like you!β you yelled, defending your husband.
Instead of getting angry like you expected him to he chuckled, βis that so? Iβve got to say, you have poor judgment skillsβ. You scowled and furrowed your brows in confusion, βwhatβre you talking about?β.
Doflamingo didnβt reply in words but took his fingers out you, leaving you to feel a sense of emptiness as you were close to finishing. He took out a video snail and played a recording of your husband have sex with another woman. Their voices were clear when he declared that she was better than you, saying how you made him feel like he was lacking.
You watched with absolute disgust and disdain for the man you called husband. However, there was no heartbreak or sadness as you never truly loved the man. Still, it was distasteful for the man you grew to like to betray you in such a way and then berate you during the act.
Despite all this, you are still resistant towards Doflamingo. βSo what? you think that is gonna break me? Iβve handled worse having to deal with your ass. All the shit Iβve had to deal with to please you only for you to go a fuck a woman who didnβt even want you, hates you even. Iβm done putting up with your bullshit Doflamingo,β you spat, pure venom dripping from your words.
It was silent for a moment. The video had stopped playing and there was so movement. You thought that your words had finally pushed him over the edge and he was going to kill you, after all there was no way he would leave here without killing you out of revenge. To send a message to other slaves who even think about running away.
The silence was interrupted when he shoved his two fingers back into your cunt. The action causing your body to tense in surprise and making you let out a moan you suppressed.
βIt looks like I need to reteach you that the only time you should make a noise is when your screaming my name, moaning in pleasure, or on the rare occasion that your asked to speak,β he said. Expertly moving his fingers to help you reach your climax, pressing against your g-spot and scissoring.
You couldnβt make out any sensible words to fire back at him, forced to bow your head in pleasure. Just as you were about to finish, he pulled his hand away, leaving you unsatisfied and dripping. Tears were streaming down your face and you whimpered at the loss of his fingers, you could feel yourself slipping back into your sex-driven mindset.
Doflamingo leaned down, pressing his body against yours and brought his mouth next to your ear. βYou know you want me,β he says softly, his hand caressing your inner thigh, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath as it a shiver down your spine. βand itβs killing you.β
You turned to look at him with a weak glare before muttering a single word.
βDieβ.
He sighed and shook his head in disappointment, his frown turning back to a smile. He moved his hand back to your cunt and rubs his thumb against your clit and his middle near your entrance, pushing ever so slightly as if he needs to remind you of just how much you love having him inside of you.
"Tell me how fucking bad you want it, slut," he whispers from behind you, keeping his tone low and silky. βTell me how much you want my cock inside your pussy, pounding into you and turning you into a complete slut like old times,β he crooned in your ear. And fuck, that word. You hated to admit it but being called a slut is something Doflamingo has always done to turn you on.
Shuddered sobs erupt from your lips at his filthy words as you squirm against his body, pressing yourself onto his clothed erection, finally giving in to the pleasure. βFuck, please please please Iβll be good, Iβll do anything- please fuck me!β
It was those three words that had Doflamingo grinning like a mad man. He picked your body up from the table and threw you over his shoulder with little regards of your safety. You let out a surprised yelp as you instinctively grabbed onto the back of his shirt for security. Itβs been a while since someone manhandled you and so easily at that, that the action only served to arouse you further, your cunt drooling in anticipation for whatβs to come.
Doflamingo makes his way towards you and your husbandβs shared bedroom in long strides. You grunt as he drops you onto the bed on your back. You unconsciously scoot away from him, still trying to somewhat resist him; however, you werenβt able to get very far as he grabbed your ankle to dragged your body back towards him at the foot of the bed. The action also making your short dress rumple up to your waist, showing off your bare, soaked, lower half.
You let out a gasp when Doflamingo spins you around and puts you face down onto the bed, yanks your wrists behind your back, and wrapping them with his string. The thin material digging into your soft skin, threatening to break skin and draw blood if you struggle just to much. It only takes a few seconds, and Doflamingo steps back to admire the picture, a gorgeous body and round ass, cunt dripping onto the sheets from between your open thighs, the blush on your face. The way your skin reddens immediately when he swats your ass, hard enough to make a noise and cause you to jump in shock and pain.
Your natural response was to try and move away from him, but he grabbed your hips and pulled you back. βWhere do you think youβre going?β He tauntingly asked.
He positioned his body behind yours and the anticipation of his next action was killing you. Doflamingo snickered at your bodies reaction to him, just sliding his fingers along your cunt had your body shaking in desire. Even though he wanted to tease you further, he was working with borrowed time.
A loud gasp followed by an unrestrained moan tumbled from your lips as the older male finally pushed his throbbing cock inside your aching cunt. Doflamingo didnβt give you any time to adjust, immediately pounding away and filling the house with shameless slapping sounds of skin hitting skin along with your pleasured cries. It was nothing at all like sex with your husband, it was so much more consuming, as though you were being devoured whole. You reveled in the feeling.
You could never go back from this point ever again. Not after youβve been reintroduced to the pleasure that Doflamingo provided you. It was hard enough on you these past few years to restrain yourself and accept the mediocre sex your husband provided you, but now that you had a taste of that euphoria pleasure again. You donβt think you can go back to that mundane life again.
Doflamingoβs pace had grown merciless and his thrusts were brutal. You felt like you were being torn in half, and yet, youβve never felt more euphoric. There was tears streaming down your face, ruining your mascara and staining the pillow under you. It came to the point where the ecstasy was driving you over the edge, making you feel as though you were dying. The experience was equally terrifying and exciting.
The moment you felt that knot in your stomach pop, your voice had long gone hoarse as you let out a strained scream and arched your back in pleasure. Your legs were weak and wobbly from the orgasm, you were only able to stay in your position by Doflamingo holding your lower body up. You didnβt even have the chance to realize he had orgasmed as well with a low grunt, filling you cunt to the brim with his semen.
It was still for a moment, both taking a second to ride out their highs. Your body twitching with adrenaline and ecstasy, little dribbles of drool falling from your mouth. Doflamingo looked down at you, noticing your blank, lustful expression, signifying that he finally broke whatever resistance you had left. You were finally his pretty little whore again. The one he fell in love with, in the twisted way that he felt love.
He also enjoyed the scene that he created, with you on your knees, face shoved in the pillows, your cunt full, cum leaking out and down your legs. Trembling and whimpering for more as youβre completely at his mercy. He grins down at you triumphantly. With renewed vigor, he pushed back into your cunt with no hesitation, pounding into you, forcing more cum into your sloppy hole. All wet and needy just for him as he holds your head into the pillow whilst he fucks you from behind. Making your legs shake and the bruises reminding you who truly owns your holes. Who rightfully owns every inch of your body. From the hair that is always in his grip to the toes that curl and stretch from dumbifying pleasure.
He grabs your hair and pulls you against his chest. Forcing you to arch your back in a uncomfortable position and making you look up at him. His long, slender fingers slipping down around your neck to choke you till your head is fuzzy. Youβre moaning, damn near sounding like a cheap porn star, but you don't mind because you know Doflamingo likes it. You know he wants to hear more with the way he angles his hips ever so slightly to kiss your cervix with the tip of his cock. Your breath catching in your throat and your knees threaten to give out.
His hands tighten around your throat, you could feel his hot breath as you strained your neck from his grip to look up at him. "Fuck, just like thatβ, he groaned.
A part of you felt like laughing. Just like what? Whatβre you even doing? Youβre forced to stay still for him, letting him do whatever that sick mind of his can come up with. Not that you were complaining so much about it. Just as you were about to attain another orgasm, he stops moving his hips, his cock balls deep inside of you.
You could feel the mixture of his semen and your cum dripping inside of you. Your almost whining, pleading for friction inside of you. Then Doflamingo starts grinding his hips against your ass, not thrusting at all but moving his cock in circles inside of you. You let out a quiet whimper, it felt too good to get angry at him for not continuing to fuck you.
But, you were a impatient woman, so after a minute of grinding, you were fed up and started moving your hips forward and then back again. You could sense the grin on his infuriatingly handsome face, and he snaps his hips against yours, hard. You could practically feel it in your spine, a loud gasp exiting your lips.
βYouβre so tight,β he says, βIβm filling you so deeply, you like that, slut? I bet thereβs a bulge in your stomach from where Iβm fucking you.β
His words were like static at this point as your eyes practically roll to the back of your head as Doflamingo begins to truly fuck into you and you lose your head. Canβt think of anything past the sensations of his cock fucking your cunt. Pleasure from him hitting your g-spot with each thrust, a hand warm and steady on your hips.
You jerked your hips onto his cock and moaned, coming all over yourself, the sheets, and Doflamingo. You squirmed and writhed and cried, rolling up into Doflamingo's firm thrusts, finally freeing your hands from his strings to clutch at his arms to try and ground yourself. You still wanted more. He leaned down and nuzzled against your neck.
"That's it. Let master teach you a lesson. Be a good girl."
"Please..." The desperation in your voice was appalling, desperate, and hypnotic. You had succumbed to your suppressed desires and wanted nothing more to be Doflamingoβs again, to be devoured by his greed and lust, to be nothing more but a lowly lover.
"Please what, slut?"
"Please..ahh.., please master, please King, please Doffy! Iβll be good, let me be your good girl, do anything you say, please please please..."
"That's it," Doflamingo growled, nipping at your neck. "Tell me all about it, slut."
"Your slut," You promised, arching, grinding yourself up into his thrusts, which were quickly ramping up to brutal. "Wanna be a good slut for master, good slave for my King, let you cut me up any way you want, be the Joker's little pet, just teach me, keep me, love me, please love me..." you rambled.
"I love you," Doflamingo promised, rasping into your ear, and you wailed as you came, hard and crying and clutching, wringing a long moan and a hard, heaving, gushing orgasm from Doflamingo's entire body.
As your body fell onto the bed, the sobbing continued and your words slurred into thank youβs and pleaseβs and love youβs and don't pull out yet, Doflamingo supposed it didn't matter. He had gotten what he wanted either way and if possibly getting you pregnant meant you would stay by his side then he didnβt care, he needed a new heir anyways.
β₯οΈ. β she was his perfect partner, the only woman worthy of standing by his side. he was her husband, the only man accepting of her vile ways. Now that these two have finally reunited, the world with only know chaos.
β₯οΈ. includes. β smut, black coded reader, evil reader, reader switches between 3rd & 2nd person, mentions of blood(nothing big), degradation, rough play, choking.
β₯οΈ. tags. β @dejwrites
β₯οΈ. note. β written for villainfuckers.com hosted by my girl @dejwrites . This was supposed to be the 2nd fanfic for this collab but suddenly I got inspiration at midnight last night and here I am the next night finishing it. While mind you, the original first piece was started months ago yet still isnβt even close to be finished. Thatβs sad.
It was a busy night in the city of Tokyo. The buzzing of life seemed even more abundant during the night than in the day.
It was a busy night in the city of Tokyo. The buzzing of life seemed even more abundant during the night than in the day.
From one of the highest penthouses in Tokyo, a brown-skinned woman slowly sat up from her king sized bed. She turned her head to look out the window overtaking the whole wall in front of her, the view of the brightly lit city there to greet her. She then stood up, revealing her naked body in the dark, and walked towards the wide-spread window that cover most of the wall of the room.
Placing her palm on the cold glass, her [e/c] eyes glowing a bright pink hue in the dark, and a chilling grin grew on her face. Her pupils resembling that of a heart. She placed a hand against her cheek and tilted her head before opening her mouth to speak.
βHe's back, Sukuna finally returned to me~β
You wore a rather small tube-top black dress that showed off your curves, along with long black thigh highs with black high heels. You were breathtaking, to say the least, and you knew it. It was hard to miss your cocky smile and the model-like way you walked with confident strides.
No one knew the true demon stirring inside the woman who wore skimpy clothes and had the body even Aphrodite would be jealous of. No one knew the insatiable hunger that drove you crazy, that could never be filled no matter how many men she slept with. Even when she had room full of men, awaiting their turn to have a chance at getting even a slight taste of your divine presence. She still wanted something. She needed it.
No.
It wasnβt a something, but a someone. The only person who could warm your heart, the only one to hear your sweet laugh, to make you drop to your kneels with a simple look, the only one to dominate you. Your love.
But he was dead. You saw him be killed with your own eyes and the experience wasβ¦ devastating to say the least. Sometimes you could still feel the blood sticking to your body from the aftermath of your unbridled rage. Although you knew he wasnβt completely dead, the sorcerers unable to destroy his fingers, you had eventually lost hope as there was no sign of him for centuries.
In that time you had taken your sorrow out in many ways, going on a sorcerer killing spree was the very first thing you did, resentful for what they had did to your beloved. After that, you went looking for comfort in the embrace of different men and women, wanting to fill the void of emptiness inside you. As the generations progressed, you dabbled a little in human affairs, from politics to business, you found a way to exploit humans corrupted nature. In the end, you had way more money than you actually cared for.
Your meaningless existence finally gained meaning when for the first time in over a millennium, you felt the familiar presence of your lovers power. It was at the dead of night and the excitement overwhelmed your body as you could only mutter a small sentence.
βHeβs back, Sukunaβs finally come back to me.β
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Every since Itadori had eaten the cursed finger, he had a weird sense that someone was watching him. Whenever he felt that way the curse inside him, Sukuna, would yell inside his head, telling him to find her but he didnβt know who she even was. Heβd figured that whoever was watching him was connected to Sukuna and it put him on edge, preparing for another life-threatening fight.
He confided in Gojo-sensei about it but he said that whatever thing that wanted to get to Sukuna would have to go through him. Which made Itadori feel a little bit safer and Sukuna only scoff at the idea. Itadori had tried to get Sukuna to tell him who she was but he only refused.
It was in the middle of the day when he finally got to meet you. It was outside of the school so no one knew that a curse had gotten so close to him and he had no chance to alert the others of his situation. It all happened so quickly. He was just walking down the street, behind the rest of his peers and teacher since he got held up by something. Just as he passed one of the many dark alleyways, a pair of arms came and wrapped him. One hand going to cover his mouth to prevent him from screaming and the other keeping him from escaping.
Itadori called for Sukuna, asking for his help but he didnβt answer. He squirmed around to break free from the perpetrator but they were to strong, not even flinching at the elbow to their stomach. The person went closer to his ear, speaking to him.
βStop moving, will you? Keep squirming like that and I might end up cutting off a limb and I donβt think you humans can grow those back.β
The voice was sultry and smooth, it had a natural seductive tone despite the harsh and graphic words being said. Hearing this voice made his body relax for some reason, as if it wanted to obey the voice despite Itadori fighting this to try and get away.
The world around him began to warp and disappear and change, halting his resistance for a moment in confusion. He had been teleported before when Gojo-sensei took him to see his fight against that mountain looking curse. But this, this was different. It was if you were destroying and creating the location itself.
He jumped back away from his captor, taking a defensive stance ready to fight if need be. Now that he was facing the person, he could see their actual appearance and his stance faltered at the sight. The woman in front of him was stunning, beautiful, gorgeous. Even putting Jennifer Lawrence to shame.
βNow now little lamb, Iβm not gonna hurt you~ I simply want to speak with the creature inside you,β you spoke, breaking the tense silence.
Itadori was going to protest, to demand answers on why she had brought him here and why she wanted to speak to Sukuna. But before he could do any of that, his vision began to fade away and he could feel the loss of control of his body. He wanted to protest but he lost control and lost consciousness.
In his place, tattoos formed over the boyβs body and face, his hair taking on a more slicked-back look, his nails growing sharp and dark, and his body taking on a more chiseled shape. The transformation only serving to make your mouth water and heat pool to your core in lust. The man that now stood in front of you was your beloved, your darling, your husband.
βSukuna.β
βDarling.β
His deep voice traveled through your body and weakened your knees, the nickname only adding to the fire. The smirk that followed was entrancing, his cockiness on full display. He knew the effect he had on you, he knew that for him, it didnβt take much to have you on your knees and begging for his touch. Just as you did to the other poor men and women that fell for you. He is the only one able to satisfy you.
You wasted no time in running into his embrace and planting a passionate kiss onto his lips. Even if it wasnβt his body, it was him and thatβs all that mattered to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist as he held you up by your ass. You peppered his face with kisses, each ranging from the purpose of love to lust.
He chuckled in amusement as you showered him in affection. He wasnβt opposed to this, letting you express your excitement. It wasnβt long before you stopped, knowing his patience only ran so far. Instead, to quell your excitement at reuniting with your husband and to satisfy his growing desire, you said the thing that youβve been waiting for every since you found him.
βFuck me,β you spoke before diving in for another hot kiss. His tongue pushing its way into your mouth and your tongues dance with each other. He carried you over to your bed, his hands already moving to lift your dress and expose your lower half.
You were forced to separate when he dropped you onto the mattress, wrinkling the pristine sheets and comforter. You were panting, flustered just from kissing him and you were excited about whatβs to come. Sukuna grew hard at the sight of you under him, the image never failed to excite him but after a millennium it really does itβs job of being a turn on.
He pressed his knee down onto the bed to lean over you, his hand moving to trance over your exposed cunt. Other hand weakly grip at your hair.
βNaughty naughty girl~ wearing no underwear? Youβre practically begging to be fucked,β he purred, flicking your clit and making you mewl from the sensation.
βTell me. Tell me what you want me to do to you,β he said. He kissed at your neck and squeezed at your inner thigh, avoiding your aching cunt.
βFuck me! I donβt care how rough just put it in! Hurt me! Make me cry! Anything! Just please fuck me!β you cried out, pulling on his hair. You could feel the shit-eating grin forming on his face but you didnβt care. Your beloved has come back to you.
Sukuna chuckled and was quick to rip the front of your dress, your breasts spilling out from the tight fabric and on full display. He ripped off the top off his body and freed his leaking erection, making your mouth and cunt water in anticipation.
βYouβre still a little freak, arenβt you?β Sukuna leaned down biting onto your throat and drawing blood and not bothering to lick it over, allowing it to trickle down your dark skin. He moved down to your cunt, spreading it open with two and placing his tongue inside as you wriggled beneath.
βHurt me. Make me feel something. Donβt stop no matter what I say. Just make it hurt.β
βStop ordering me around slut,β he said, voice low and dark, sending shivers down your spine. You felt his head and hand retreat from your cunt, reaching forward to curl around your throat, his grip dangerous to a regular human but arousing to you. He pulled you up to sit up and pressed your body flush against the warmth and hardness of Sukunaβs chest. βBehave, or I'll rip off your head and end your pathetic existence right here and now. Is that how you want to die, pet? Splayed out and dripping like the used whore you are?β
Usually you would submit, listen to him and took whatever he gave you. But you werenβt having it today, you had waited for him to return and now heβs gonna condemn you for getting to excited. You deserved to have a little control in this moment. You narrowed your eyes at him and moved your hand to grip at his hair, pulling his head back and forcing him to glare down at you with a frown.
βListen here asshole, Iβve waited over hundreds of centuries for you to return to me. I deserve a little fucking respect so calm your goddamn ego and fuck me like I told you, you hear me?β you spoke, eyes glowing a menacing pink in warning.
Sukuna scoffed with a roll of his eyes, but conceded to your commands. βDonβt say I didnβt warn you,β he shoved you back onto the bed, positioning his cock over your unprepared cunt. He grabbed both of your wrists in one hand, holding them tightly over your head.
He pushed in, blood being the only other lubricant you had. You felt alive. More alive then you had been all this time.
You let out a loud cry as Sukuna tore your hole open, groaning as he bottomed out in one go. The tears were instinctual based purely on the pain alone, but it wasnβt anything you couldnβt handle. The high of feeling so much pain mingling with the pleasure of your g-spot being stimulated had you overwhelmed. There was something so euphoric about the pain you were experiencing, coupled with the feeling of blood running down your thighs to stain the pink bed sheets below them.
He pulled out slowly, before thrusting back in sharply and making you gasp. He thrusted in again, harder and nearly knocking the air out of your lungs. You whined, arching your body to try and handle the pleasure being given to you.
You shout and moan with every movement. Usually you would be more reserved, bratty and make someone work for the honor of even touching you, but right now, your nothing but a slut for your husband to cum in and use however he wants. A whore meant to be obedient and fucked. So you think being an obscene slut fits the situation.
"Fuck⦠fuck! yes," you moan. "Fuck me harder, harder, please! I want it, please! "
βWhat did I say about ordering me around?β
You whine softly in overstimulation, legs squirming in Sukuna's hold which only makes you gummy wall to rub and squeeze around the cock thrusting inside you. It makes Sukuna groan and grip tighter at your legs to keep you still in that position.
He backed off as he fucked into you, one hand gripping your breat, the other still holding your wrists together over your head. He pounded into your ruined and sloppy cunt, your makeup and hair messy from the sheer roughness of his movements. He admire this image of such a powerful and vile woman, defeated by a mere good fucking. To him, it was empowering.
βYour cuntβs so tight, slut. You get off on pleasing men like me? You get off on whoring yourself out to anyone with a bit of authority? Fucking pathetic.β He growled, biting into the other side of your neck hard enough to draw blood again. You whimpered, kicking your legs as you let Sukuna ruin, hurt, and degrade you.
βStop moving, or this is gonna hurt a lot more.β He retorted, his thrusts growing more erratic and sloppy. You could tell he was getting closer to his climax just as you were. Grunts and moans filling the bedroom walls, accompanied by the smack of skin against skin. With every thrust you felt yourself growing more and more closer to the edge, just needing the final push.
You were cut off by a bruising kiss, Sukuna grabbing you by the chin and capturing your lips as he came inside of you. His hot semen filled your cunt and womb to the brim, his name spilling like a prayer from your mouth. Youβd never admit it, but the absolute euphoria of finally having your love in your arms, coupled with your overstimulated body was that final push that pushed you over the edge. You came over Sukunaβs cock, both your orgasms mixing inside you and spilling out onto your bed sheets.
You laid there, on your back, panting hard as Sukuna released you and got up. He was about to go and get something to clean you off with, but he felt your hand grip onto his wrist. He turned to look at you and you looked at him with a confused expression.
βWhere are you going? Youβre not done yet. Youβve got whole centuries to make up forβ
βBut-β
βDonβt βbutβ me, you donβt stop until I say you can stop. That annoying sorcerer wonβt notice that kidβs disappearance for a while so bring your ass back over here and fuck me,β you barked.
Sukuna, for the first time since being reawakened, remembered why a part of him was afraid of you. Nevertheless, he chuckled and shook his head, obeying your words and returning back to your sweet embrace. Pulling you into another passionate kiss.
β she was his perfect partner, the only woman worthy of standing by his side. he was her husband, the only man accepting of her vile ways. Now that these two have finally reunited, the world with only know chaos.
β BLOODY ROSE [suguru geto // kenjaku] 18+
β he gave you a rose and you gave him your heart. but he didn't want your heart and that leads you to coughing up roses for his love.
β no matter how far away you run, bad habits always seem to catch up to you. doflamingo was one of those bad habits you tried to run away from. in the end, you never stood a chance. WARNING: DARK CONTENT
includes: bonten!mikey self-indulgence // quick drabble [a comfort fic if you will, I had a dream about him and Iβm dying to write it out. Iβm not good at dialogue so pls bear with me]
Today was just not your day.
From the moment you woke up you knew that today wasnβt gonna be one of best. The skyβs were dark and gloomy even though it was in the middle of summer, forcing you to cancel your beach trip with your friends that afternoon. Your boyfriend, Mikey, was not in the bed next to you when you woke up. Which wasnβt surprising since he is a busy man but still a downer on the already gloomy day.
Due to your free time, you decided to head into work just to occupy yourself for the day instead of sitting home. However, upon entry you were called into your bossβ office and promptly scolded for an assignment incorrectly done by one of your colleagues. Instead of defending yourself, you quietly bowed your head, receiving the scolding without issue and apologizing for their incompetence for making a mistake.
From there on the rest of the day only went downhill. When you returned to your desk you could see a group of your female coworkers snickering at you, the coworker that made the mistake standing in front. You ignored them, not caring enough to give them a reaction and keeping a cold expression. During lunch, one of the female coworkers bumped into you, causing your hand to slip and drop water onto your white blouse. Not only making your shirt wet but also transparent, a hazing image of your bra and cleavage on display for not only them but also your male colleagues. They ogled at your breasts and your eyes instinctively twitched as the coworker pretended to be apologetic and wipe at your shirt with a napkin.
You didnβt care for her fake kindness, especially when you could see her struggling to keep her smile hidden. You pushed her away, a little harder than you shouldβve, and told her it was fine it wasnβt. It didnβt help that you had a meeting in a few minutes, so you put on your blazer and carried on, even if the wet clothes felt uncomfortable you pushed through with a tight smile.
By the end of the day, you were seriously on the brink of giving in to your violent thoughts. You had a past of anger issues and blowing up in a violent rage, but you went to anger management classes and therapy, learning to control your anger and even dispelled some of it. But you couldnβt fully hate your anger issues, it was how you met Mikey after all. Although you did consider yourself lucky that Mikey himself wasnβt in a bad mood that day as you probably wouldβve been killed for your angry outburst.
To be fair, he was in the house of your friend who youβve been trying to help get better after her past addiction and criminal past. So it was understandable of you to get hostile when you see a bunch of scary-looking men in her small apartment. It took a minute for your friend to calm you down and even then you still were glaring at the blonde, which he later confessed was weirdly attractive.
After that encounter you ran into him at a shop buying dorayaki and taiyaki. You saw him first and you saw the way his almost lifeless eyes lit up like that of a childβs. You couldnβt help the faint blush that dusted your dark cheeks. Gathering all your courage you approached the man with a indifferent demeanor, paying for his food as a sort of apology for blowing up on him before. He of course looked at you suspiciously but you ignored it in favor of trying to start a conversation with him. Surprisingly he entertained your attempts at small talk and talked to you about the mundane subjects you brought up. Ever since then you two have formed a relationship that soon blossomed into a romantic one.
He was quick to tell you early on about the work he did and how dangerous it was, and that he wasnβt going to stop anytime soon. It was a little hard at first to accept that he could be so mean but you soon came to the conclusion that as long as he was good to you and faithful then it didnβt matter the things he did.
You were knocked out of your reminiscing when you saw a man stealing your car, the same car that Mikey had given you for your birthday.
βHEY,β you shouted but it was to late. The man was already in your car and quickly drove off with a loud screech of the tires.
Thankfully you didnβt have anything of importance in the car but itβs value was more sentimental than monetary it was a really expensive car though. You tried to run after it but it was to fast. You yelled in aggravation and stomped your foot, which in turn broke the heel of your shoes making you stumble and lightly twist your ankle.
By now, you were beyond angry. Your body was trembling in suppressed anger and the breathing exercises your AM teacher taught you was futile at the point. The pitying and judgmental stares didnβt help as you pathetically limped, basically barefoot, to your home. Still soaked in water, near barefoot, injured, and throughly humiliated. Instead of feeling angry, you felt defeated and wanted to cry.
You trudged into your penthouse, just wanting to lay in your bed and have the day be over with. But of course, the gods hated you and wanted you to suffer more as you came face-to-face with your boyfriend in all your humiliating glory. You could see the widening of his eyes from shock at your form. That was the final straw as the dam holding your tears back broke and you let out a choked sob.
Mikey was quick to rush over to you worried, βbaby baby, whatβs wrong? donβt cryβ he spoke hurriedly, checking over your body for wounds. He saw your dirty feet and swollen ankle and grew even more worried and confused. You werenβt any help as you continued to cry to yourself. He gently picked you up bridal style and walked you over to the couch, propping your foot up on the coffee table.
βItβs gonna be okay baby, Iβll be right back, Iβm going to get the frozen peas to ice your ankle ok?β He said looking up at you from where he knelt. You nodded as you sniffled trying to gain your composure. Mikey quickly went to the kitchen and got a pack of frozen peas from the freezer. During this you took off your damp blazer and unbuttoned your still wet blouse, freeing yourself from most of the uncomfortable wet clothes feeling. You didnβt care if Mikey saw you half exposed as heβs already seen you naked anyways.
He came back and helped you carefully take off your ruined stockings. He took a closer look at your twisted ankle and made sure it wasnβt anything serious. The whole time you were glaring at your foot, as if it was the bane of your existence.
βThankfully you only twisted it, just keep ice on it to keep the swelling down and keep it elevated. Ya know, the usual shitβ, he said, placing the frozen pack on your ankle and looking up at you. He frowned at the sight of you glaring off at nothing, obviously angry at something or someone. Heβs known you long enough to know when your actually angry or just frustrated, and youβre angry.
Sure he wasnβt really the the emotional type since he grew up, but he still cared for you and it was upsetting to see you upset. Mikey got up and lifted you up to where he was sitting where you sat and put you on his lap. The action startled you and you directed your glare towards him.
βLet me go Mikey,β you spoke, moving to get out of his hold. Secretly, you enjoyed his embrace and didnβt want to move but you were angry and in a mood. A shock of pain from you ankle caused you to recoil and gave Mikey ample opportunity to tighten his grip around your waist and pull you back into his chest.
βBabe whatβs wrong with you? What happened today?β He questioned, eyeing your discarded wet shirt. You hugged and turned away from him, fighting the urging to tell him off and say that it wasnβt his business. Instead you scowled at the wall, βjust a bad fucking day, my ass of a boss wants to get on my ass for something I didnβt even do, then bitches wanna test my goddamn patience as if I wonβt sock a bitch and some bastard stole your car, Iβm really sorry about that and Iβll find a way to pay you back, and by the fucking grace of God my heel fucking broke so I not only twisted my ankle but I had to walk all the way here basically barefoot. So ex-fucking-cuse me if Iβm a little heated right now,β you rambled off letting your emotions flow out into the open.
You were starting to feel the tears coming back but you kept going, βand then I find you here which is honestly great in itself but you have to see me so vulnerable and disheveled and I feel so damn powerless. I feel like I have no control over anything today and I canβt fucking calm down,β you could feel the tears streaming down your face again as you vented about your feelings.
Mikey didnβt say anything but sat there and listened. He raked his hand up and down your waist soothingly, letting you get all your emotions out. It hurt his heart to see you like this, to see you so discouraged when youβre usually the one to uplift him. When he heard you stop talking and felt the slight tremors of your body as you cried, he spoke.
βShhh, itβs okay, itβs gonna be alright. So what if your coworkers donβt like you? Youβre better than all of them and theyβre just jealous of you. Donβt worry about some stupid car, you donβt have to pay me and Iβll just get you a new one, you were due for an upgrade anyways.β He comforted, turning your face back towards him by your chin and wiping the tears from your eyes, giving you a his signature smile.
βAnd donβt come with that βpowerlessβ and βcalm downβ bullshit. Youβre THE Y/n L/n. The most feisty and sassy woman I know, the one who will stand up to anybody. Donβt ever downplay your anger when itβs rightfully there. Hell, I fell in love with you because of your anger and sassiness. Youβre the woman I am in love with and thatβs all that mattersβ
His words only served to bring more tears to your eyes as you finally relaxed into his embrace and let out a loud cry. You turned your body to lean your head into his shoulder and cried out your frustrations, wetting his shirt with your tears but neither of you cared.
Mikey let you cry and ran his fingers through your hair. He stared at the wall with a dark expression, already making plans to get you out of your job and punish those who made you cry. When Mikey heard a soft snore coming from you, he couldnβt help but lightly chuckle at how quick and easy it was for you to fall asleep.
He picked up your sleeping form and carried you to the shared bedroom, mindful of your ankle, laid you on the bed and put the covers over you. He wiped your face clean of tears and snot as he stared at your peaceful face. He kissed your forehead before walking out of the bedroom and back into the common area.
Mikey picked up his phone and dialed a number. The phone rang for a few seconds before the other person on the line picked up.
