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Tags: male yandere x reader, implied noncon, panties fetish, 550 words
The strangers stranded together trope is a thriller staple for a reason. There's a romantic twist to it. You're stranded but cozy, with nothing better to do than getting to know the good-looking stranger you find yourself alone with. But there's something terrifying about it too. You don't know the person you find yourself alone with. You don't know their intentions or history or secrets. They could do just about anything they wanted to you, and you wouldn't even see it coming.
The very worst variation of this trope though? When the stranger you're stranded with starts off as the perfect, charming gentleman but slowly shifts into something lethal. Oh, it doesn’t take long at all for that boy-next-door mask to start cracking.
Maybe you're new to the area and you're not used to the snow storms up here. Or maybe you didn't have the good sense to look at the weather forecast. Either way, you end up snowed in at your AirBnB with no cell signal and a dead car battery. The only other person around is the man renting the room opposite yours — a college aged guy with an easy smile.
Maybe he invites you in for a hot drink when the power goes out and you get to talking. You're glad for the company, and when he tells you the storm will be lasting a couple of days, you're more than happy to share food and heated blankets.
You don't notice the small things that go missing. Your extra toothbrush, your phone charger, your dirty panties. He's easy to talk to, and he makes you blush without even trying. For a little while, you think getting stuck in the snow might be one of the best things that ever happened to you.
But then you catch him red handed.
You walk in on him with his nose buried in your used underwear, the spill of lace in his hands unmistakable.
You try your hardest not to freak out, but oh my god what the actual fuck?
He stands in a hurry, already shoving your panties into his pocket. He reaches for you and says he knows it looks bad, but that it's all a big misunderstanding. These aren't yours! They're his ex-girlfriend's and he's a little hung up on her, that's all.
You don't buy it. And the boner straining against his jeans? Yeah, that's totally fucked.
It's only when you back out of the room that he gives up the act. His smile isn't nearly so nice anymore, and his eyes are wolf-dark.
“Where are you gonna go, hmm?” His voice is mocking in its softness. “No one out here but me, darl’.”
He steps around the coffee table, his eyes locked on yours.
“I've been jerking off to you for days, you know that? Fucking cruel is what it is. It's so cold out here…”
He lunges at you all at once. When he grabs your wrist and pulls you up against him, his grip is anything but kind.
“So damn cold. So why don't you do me a favour?”
How the hell didn't you see this coming? You shove his chest but you might as well be pushing a glacier.
Warnings: Vampire Au, murders, deaths , unhealthy relationship, etc.
Words count: ~6.5k words
“Inspector, you finally came.”
At this time, most people would have gone to bed, curled up in the comfort that their blankets provide. But, tonight was different. The police sirens went off as more and more people had gathered to get a glimpse of the crime scene. Honestly, not many would be able to sleep soundly knowing that a murder had taken place in their neighbourhood. You carefully step through the barricade tape, into the threshold. It was a humble house, the kind that one would look at and pay no attention to.
“Yeah, I did not expect the news to be spread so rapidly, even the journalists have assembled outside. So, how’s everything going?”
The thin coat you were wearing provided little warmth against the chilly air. Despite having spent years of your life here, the coldness during night time in York New city was not something you could grow accustomed to. In your defense, you barely got time to pick out anything warmer when you were informed about the case.
“ Well, the house has been sealed off. We are questioning nearby occupants for more information.”
“And the victim?”
“Blair Sawyer. Male. 35 years old. Live alone. No criminal records or whatsoever. The autopsy report just came back from the lab in case you want to take a look at it.”
As you skimmed through the report,a specific line caught your attention.
Cause of death: Blood loss.
The victim is suspected to have their blood drained until death. The blood is believed to be drained through two punctured holes on the victim's neck.
In the photo taken by the crime scene analysis team, the victim was found dead in the living room, their face distorted in fear and panic. Bruises painted across their pale skin like a canvas- a sign that there was a struggle.
“ Inspector, do you think this is one of those cases?” A voice suddenly cut your train of thought. The young officer shot you a concerning look as he spoke.
It was a reasonable reaction. York New city was by no means free of crime and its residents had made peace with the gang activities and the mafias here. But, no one could have expected this. Recently, bodies had been continuously reported in every area of the city. However, the list of victims showed nothing in common except for the fact that they all died because of blood loss with a minimal amount of blood left in their bodies. Countless investigations were held but in the end, you were just running in circles. And so, the fear of a ruthless and mysterious murderer had eaten away at people’s minds. Parents had begun to place their children under curfews; citizens hastily rushed home after work, etc. Still, that never stopped the murders.
“Yeah. At least, this time our murderer has the decency to leave the body whole”. You could feel bile building up in your stomach at the mention of the previous case.
In the last case, there was barely anything left to identify the victim. Their face was ripped off, along with some of their limbs. The body was a mangled mess, some of the organs went missing as well. And the smell… Oh god! How could you fathom it? The stench of rotten flesh was beyond words. That night, whatever you had had for dinner ended up in the toilet.
“Maybe this is one of the mafias’ doings? I mean, York New reeks of criminals. It would be natural if this is just an act of revenge or anything similar.”- said the young officer.
“No, it couldn’t be. As rotten inside as this city has got, I doubt no one would be stupid enough to provoke the wrath of the several gangs unless they have a death wish. Not to mention, this time the murder took place in the territory of the Nostrade family, one of the most influential families here. Moreover, if this was all an act of revenge between gangs then I doubt they would want to alarm the police. ”
The room was messy but the investigation team had reported that nothing was stolen either. If the culprit's motives were for revenge, then the body wouldn’t be intact after this. The differences in the state of the corpses discovered during previous cases were indecipherable either. Some were tortured past the point of recognition but there were some lucky enough to have their corpses whole. Yet, why bother using different ways to kill if their end goal was the death of the victim?
Your head throbbed, causing you to wince involuntarily. Maybe weeks of living on nothing but caffeine and microwaved dishes finally caught up to you. When was the last time you slept through a night without being called to a crime scene again? You gently massaged your temple as you spoke.
“My suggestion is that there is a third-party, a group, behind these murders. Though their goal still remains a mystery, judging from previous murders, it would be a plausible explanation. However, if they manage to avoid both the polices’ investigation and the mafias’ wrath while continuing to commit these crimes at the same time then we are making a formidable enemy here.”
As an effort to stop these crimes, the authorities had set curfews and security was tightened. Nevertheless, with a city as complicated as York New, it was just like pouring salt into the sea. Bodies were discovered, cases kept popping up, yet none of which was solved. To add more salt into the injury, the press had constantly bombarded the police with questions, prying out any piece of information like hungry hyenas. Gradually, the public were running thin and doubts about the police’s ability were raised, putting the whole system under pressure. So far, you could count that there had been at least two crowds of angry citizens in front of the police station where you work this week.
But still, because of this, the higher-ups had been on your ass ever since. Well, it looked like tonight was going to be another sleepless night. For now, let’s just see if there were any clues left behind.
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Under the dim lights of lampposts, echoed the sounds of your shoes tapping on the pavement. Like usual, you worked until the moon had set place on the top of your head.
“The chief really gave us an earful today, right [First] ?”
“Well, he has been dealing with the journalists since morning. No matter how many times it has happened, the topic of murder always has its appeal. He was practically fuming the moment he walked into the station.”
“And whose fault was it? You should know that better than anyone, Viktor.”
Viktor was another inspector just like you. The both of you had been working together since the early days. Despite his nonchalant attitude, he was a reliable man. Still, the investigation showed no progress. You and others had run through every detail of the case, talked with Mr. Sawyer's family members and his colleagues. A typical man with a nine to five job, no ties with the mafias or having any grudges with anyone. So maybe Mr. Sawyer was just unlucky to be on the culprit’s radar this time? But wouldn’t it be too risky to infiltrate someone's house without any information beforehand? The culprit must have known about his daily schedule. However, it had already been proven that the reason behind this case wasn’t for revenge…
“Ouch!”
While you were deep in thoughts, Viktor flicked your forehand.
“You are thinking about the case again, aren’t you? Keep that up and don’t go complain to me about your wrinkles. The last thing I need is another grumpy old colleague nagging at my ear. Just having the chief is enough.”
“Then you should fix that mouth of yours, Viktor. Thanks to it, we have gotten on his nerves several times.”
A frustrated groan escaped your lips. This case really annoyed you! Just when you thought you were one step closer to the culprit, only to realize that you had reached a dead end. Not only you but the whole police force had been in disarray ever since. It was like an endless game of cat and mouse, a game you had been desperately trying to win.
“So, are you going to that bar again?”
“Yeah, maybe the bitter taste of alcohol would temporarily take my mind off the case, wanna go?”
“No, I think I’ll pass this time.”
You were about to turn away when Viktor’s voice hit you from behind
“Hey, no matter what happens, just keep pushing forward, okay?”
“I know”
And, with that, both of you waved each other goodbye. In a way, Viktor was also as determined as you were, though his actions rarely showed it. Years of working with him were more than enough for you to understand it.
You continued to walk down the streets then turned into a small alleyway. The lights here clearly weren’t as well-maintained as those on the main street as they flickered in the dark. Just before you knew it, a familiar bar had appeared in front of you.. The place itself wasn’t grand or did it particularly stand out, rather, it was old-fashioned, like a small corner of the past, forgotten amid the rapid development of the world around it. It felt nostalgic. Pushing open the door, a warm and husky voice from the bar counter welcomed you
“ Good evening, Ms. Detective. Seems like you are having a rough day?”
Chrollo Lucilfer, the bartender and also the owner of this place. You only came across his bar by chance but that might be the greatest discovery of your life. Had it been for the drinks then you wouldn’t have found yourself coming back here so often. Time seemed to fly whenever you talked with Chrollo. He was observant and he knew that, always picking the right words to say. However, as soothing as his words might be, there was something murky behind them, like a pandora box meant to be left locked. And, as a detective, your job was to unravel secrets, reveal what was behind the scenes. Curiosity was a toxin run deep in your blood, killing you slowly but it was also what kept you alive. Perhaps, Chrollo had noticed it a while ago. If so, then he was doing a great job keeping it a secret.
“Yeah, with all the crimes taking place in this city, I can hardly catch a breath.”
Stepping inside, the sweet scent of fruits and syrups hit you first. But, behind it, you could smell the familiar sharpness of alcohol. The two scents balanced each other out perfectly like a slow waltz carried out with great delicacy and grace. There were a few customers aside from you. Most of them were out of it, sleeping peacefully while their mouths mumbled some meaningless phrase as you walked past them. Chrollo had shared with you that you were one of the few frequents of this bar and almost every client here were tired workers who happen to come across this place. The others were mainly his friends from childhood, it seemed. You could hastily recall you once encountered a woman with blonde hair and a purple suit. She had given you a soft smile as she walked past you. Or that one time you met a strange man with pink hair, though it didn’t really end on good terms.
He was a strange man. From his appearance: pink hair, makeup with star and teardrop on his face and a crop top with similar pattern; to his attitude
“Oh~ So this is the one that has kept you occupied recently. Though, I didn’t take you for the sentimental type.”- He purred, voice dripping with sweetness.
“I would prefer it if you didn’t interfere with my business.”- It was the usual attitude that Chrollo would use when working, but it was a tad sharper. Clearly, he was irritated. This fact caught you by surprise since he was no impulsive man.
On the other hand, that pink haired man- the cause of Chrollo’s anger, still remained as calm as ever, or rather, he seemed a bit giddy as the scene unfolded before his eyes. As if motivated by it, he went on with his frivolous tone.
“Ouch~ And to think I have spent all the way here just to pay you a visit. But, as a fellow man, I just want to give you advice: The longer you keep a flower in the dark, the more likely it will wilt when exposed to the light.”
“Hisoka! Since you have achieved your purpose then I guess it’s time for you to leave.”
When faced with Chrollo’s blatant displeasure, the man only laughed before giving a wink on his way out. That night, you didn’t dare to dig any deeper about him in front of Chrollo despite your curiosity. The only thing you caught was the name that Chrollo had slipped earlier.
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Tonight, Chrollo was wearing a black gilet combined with a white shirt; the sleeves were rolled up, revealing his sturdy and muscular biceps. For someone who usually stands in one place, his figure was well-built. Indeed, he was an attractive man.
“I heard what happened to Mr. Sawyer this morning.”- Behind the counter, Chrollo spoke up to you.
“Well, since this morning, every headline was plastered with news about the man’s death. And, like usual, I was entrusted with this case though there hadn’t been any progress.”- A heavy sigh past your lips.
“It was a shame. He used to be a regular at this bar”
Huh?
His statement was like a bombshell to you. But, ignoring your perplexion, he mused
“Mr. Sawyer has quite a peculiar taste. He used to order a glass of Absinthe every time he visited.”
Seeing your confused expression, Chrollo continued:
“This morning, an inspector along with some police officers asked me some details about Mr. Sawyer. Still, it seems like my answer was not one they are looking for. Looking back at it, that inspector introduced his name was Viktor.”
Right, Viktor did mention going out to gather more information about the case.
“Oh, that man was my colleague. I hope he didn’t give you a hard time.”- You chuckled as you said.
From the start of this evening, Chrollo was having his back turned to you as the both of you chatted. But, as soon as you finished that sentence, his head turned. Black eyes pierced yours, carrying a hint of curiosity… and mischief ?
“I didn’t know then. However, I am rather inquisitive. Say, how long have you known each other?”
You were so thrilled at the mention of your co-worker, who was also your best friend, that you failed to see the rigidity behind his smile or the questioning-borderline-on-prying tone in his voice.
“We have been working together since I was still a mere police officer. If anything, I could say he is the one that understands me the most.”- Your eyes instinctively softened as years of memories came flooding through your mind like an old footage.
“I see.”
Chrollo didn’t push any further at your reply, maybe he had already got the answer he wanted. Instead, he put down a glass of mojito in front of you. Taking a sip, you enjoyed its familiar taste. The sourness from the lime juice, the freshness from crushed mint leaves,... combined with a subtle taste of white rum. It felt like someone just splashes you a bucket of cold water on a hot summer day. On days like this, a good glass of cocktail was what kept you from being overwhelmed.
While you were enjoying yourself with the drink, your bartender was dutifully cleaning the glasses, his back turned to you. Though Chrollo always found a way to talk to you, every so often, there were moments like this, when there was nothing but silence between the both of you. It was some sort of a mutual understanding, a moment of solace before going back to the busy world outside.
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“Say, [ First ]. Do you believe in vampires?”- The silence only lasted for a while until Chrollo decided to break it. It seems he had finished cleaning the glasses.
“Huh? Where is this coming from?”- The conversation had taken a direction where you least expected it. Maybe this was his attempt at living things up?
“It has been floating around on the Internet for a while now, don’t you know? People tend to turn to supernatural forces when confronted with things they don’t understand yet. Mysteries about bloodless dead bodies does sound like something comes from a cheap novel about vampires”- He said
You were caught off guard with his unconcerned attitude, as if he was stating the most obvious thing on Earth. Of all things, Chrollo didn’t strike you as the type to go on the Internet just to read some made-up theories about murders. Heck, you even doubt if he even bothered to read such things in the first place? One time, when you were tipsy from all the alcohol you had down before, you told him that his vibes reminded you of a 19th century duke whose main means of communication is letters and pigeons. After you had said that, Chrollo burst out laughing, completely unlike his usual compose demeanor. That night, you had learned about another side of the man before you, though he was quick to recover.
“Isn’t that something that belongs in fiction only?”- Came your reply.
“Just a hypothesis, were vampires to be real, what would you think they would be like?”- He questioned you. However, rather than in the skeptical tone earlier, this time, his question came from genuine curiosity, along with a hint of amusement. His eyes looked straight at yours and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. Damn, he really knew how to put his good looks to use.
You thought for a while before answering:
“ Maybe something like a man with a Dracula cape, living alone in an abandoned Romanian castle in the middle of the forest?”- Clearly, you didn’t put that much effort into your reply.
“Isn’t that a bit too cliché?”- Chrollo hummed
Twirling the glass in your hand, you took a sip. Even as the ice melted, the taste of mint and lemon was still as refreshing as ever:
“Well, you asked for it”
He only smiled at your response.
“Perhaps you are right, but vampires are a creature of the night. Maybe they are lurking in the shadows, behind every building of this city; waiting for an unfortunate soul to feed on. Or, unbeknown to all, they could be breathing down on our neck right now.”-Chrollo trailed off, his eyes settled on the empty seat at the far end corner of the counter; as if deep in thought; but he only paused for a moment before going on
“Still, to think such a gruesome act had been done on Mr. Sawyer. The glass of Absinthe still sits in the corner of the bar but the one who enjoys it is no longer here. ”- His eyes downcasted as he spoke.
Yeah, it was never easy to deal with things like these. You thought to yourself. Ever since you were entrusted with this string of murders, you had seen how people react to the news about the death of someone they knew. Some collapsed from the shock, some refused to believe. Yet, the burden never lessened, it only grew heavier with each day passed. It must have been hard for Chrollo when he was informed of Mr. Sawyer’s death.
“There is no way for us to win over the pain. So, we could only keep moving forward.”
This was the least you could do. Then, Chrollo looked up, his eyes bored into yours, and a smile bloomed across his face, not the one he used to wear during work but something more gentle, softer. A flicker of vulnerability, tender but also fleeting. For a second, he gazed at you, longingly and earnestly, as if you were his solace, something that he kept close in his heart. This sudden change of his caused heat to rise to your cheeks, you tried to look away while he chuckled.
Then, a glass of cocktail was set before you, but before you could ask, Chrollo already cut you off:
“Let’s say this is my gratitude to you.”
Looking at the rosy red drink before you, you took the glass in your hand, carefully examined it.
“What’s this?”
“A Vampire’s Kiss” -He replied
“Cliché”- You retorted
Chrollo only hummed at your remark.
Well, it was not an everyday thing to get a free drink, so you would take what you can get. The cocktail tasted sweet, likely from the raspberry liquor and the red sugar adorned on top. You could get used to this taste.
Feeling the atmosphere had lightened up, you joked:
“Vampire or not, I will bring the culprit out under the light of justice.”
“Was it intended?”- He laughed again
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Then I wish you the best, Ms. Detective.” - Chrollo said while chuckling, his shoulders were shaking with every word spilled out of his mouth and what image you used to have about him as a calm and mysterious individual dissolved.
Suddenly, your phone rung in your pocket, when you turned it on, it was a message from Viktor
“Hey, are you there? I think I just discovered a new clue to our case. I still need to confirm a few things so I will tell you about it tomorrow morning.”
After reading those words from Viktor, it took you a while to put them together. Wait! Isn’t this too good? Months of searching high and low, working late into midnight and now, there is finally some progress. If this is true then you could finally catch the culprit or better yet, the whole group behind this chain of horrors. You thought to yourself while grinning.
Then, Chrollo’s voice broke you from your thoughts:
“Did something happen?”
“Just some work-related stuff. Well, it seems like I have to call it a night.”- You placed the bill under your glass as you headed for the door.
When you were about to leave, a voice called out from behind
“Good luck, [First]. See you again soon”- Chrollo smiled at you but somehow, it felt strange. Like peace before a storm. Your instinct told you that something was wrong, that you really should worry about it. Instead, you only managed to say back:
“Yeah, good night, Chrollo.”
The uneasiness only grew as you walked to your apartment. At that time, when your system had finally caught up with the alcohol from earlier, the least you could remember were you comforting yourself before sinking into the bed.
Well, tomorrow will be a good day.
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“How could this happen?”- You muttered, your question was drowned out by the heavy rain. If anyone was listening, they clearly wouldn’t miss how your voice cracked as you spoke.
You had run all the way here when you first heard the news; your clothes and hair were soaked due to the sudden downpour but right now, it wasn’t your concern. The sirens of police cars rang in your ears, barricade tape was put in front of the door of an apartment. An apartment belonged to someone you knew, someone dear to you. It was Viktor’s apartment.
A report lied in your hand but not a single page had been read. The police officer who had handed it to you didn’t say anything, maybe out of consideration or empathy. You didn’t want to read it, because, if you did, it would mean that something terrible had happened to him, something that you didn’t want to know about.
“No, it couldn’t be! Just yesterday, he told me that he wanted to tell me something about the case. How could things become like this?”- You denied and yet, with shaky hands, you still opened the report.
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You didn’t remember much after that. The investigation still went on as usual: taking photos of the crime scene, investigating the neighbours, etc. You were in your apartment. The bedroom was filled with reports and photos taken from Viktor’s house. You had asked the Chief to bring them home for further investigation. He didn’t say anything but only nodded as you walked out of his office. Sitting at your desk with all of the papers sprawled out, you had lost count of the number of times you read the report on Viktor’s death.
Male. In late 20s. Died from blood loss. The victim was murdered around 12 p.m
That was it. No more and no less. It seemed like a photo and a few words were enough to declare someone’s death. Viktor didn’t deserve an end like this. Someone as loud and energetic as him shouldn’t die in silence and sorrow. That night, had you followed your senses, had you called him, would things have changed?
No matter what happens, just keep pushing forward.
Those words kept playing in your head like a broken radio. Of all things, why did you have to remember it? As if your mind was stuck at that night, you couldn’t recall anything about him. What did he say when you both had to work overtime to solve a case? Or when both of you went out for drinks after work?
How could I possibly live on when there is so much to remember, Viktor?
If he had been here, he would have told you looked awful in your current state; and you would have given him a light jab while he laughed about it. Fueled by your own emotions, you slammed your hand hard onto the table, papers scattered all over the place while you gritted your teeth. And then, in the corner of your eyes, whether it was coincidental or not, a photo caught your attention. It was one of the crime scenes, where Viktor was lying lifelessly on his work table. His skin was unusually pale, his face confronted in pain and shock. Even then, you still cared about finding the truth. Ignoring the bitter feelings rising in your stomach, you stared intently at the photo in your hand. Somehow, strangely enough, his table was filled with… alcohol bills? No. To be more precise, bills from a bar. But what did Viktor need to confirm with thes-
“It was a shame. He used to be a regular at this bar.”
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“Still, to think such a gruesome act had been done on Mr. Sawyer.”
A scary thought ran through your mind, sending shivers down your spine. You didn’t want to consider it a possibility, but, the more you willed it away, the more compelling things became. The truth you had seeked so desperately now turned into the Pandora box that you didn’t dare to open it, for fear of what was waiting for you, for the inevitable future that you had prayed to not come true. You already had the lamp to dispel the fog around you, and yet, why were you hesitating? Maybe things were just a misunderstanding. Yeah, it should be! If your mind was a little clearer, everything would be-
“Hey, no matter what happens, just keep pushing forward, okay?”
A familiar voice woke you from your trance. What were you thinking? You almost discard your duty and your pride as an inspector. You almost fail Viktor’s trust in you. However, all the pieces had fallen into place. You had messed up, but this was your chance to make things right again. In the empty bedroom, echoed the laugh of yourself.
“So, it all comes to this, huh, Viktor? In the end, you were a far more excellent inspector than me.”- Your voice was barely a whisper. But, this time, you were no longer shaking.
With determination, you pressed the call button on your phone
“Hello, this is inspector [Last Name]. I need to review the documents that Inspector Rodriguez had borrowed on the night he was killed.”
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“Good evening, Chrollo.”- The bells rang as you pushed the door, disrupting the serene atmosphere of the bar. As usual, he was standing at the counter, wearing a smile on his face as he worked.
“It looks like you are in a good mood, [First].”- Chrollo chimed in.
Taking a seat at your usual spot, you took a look at the surroundings. Tonight, you had visited unusually early so there were only the two of you in this building. If Chrollo had noticed anything then he must have kept it to himself.
“Yeah, things have been going smoothly lately.”- You gave him a soft smile as you went on.
This time, he didn’t reply but turned his back to you, busying himself with the numerous glasses and bottles of liquor.
“So, Chrollo, I hear that on a day before of Mr. Sawyer’s death, he went to your bar to drink?”- You questioned
Still as calm as ever, he replied:
“Yes, your colleague went and asked me the same question. And I have given him Mr. Sawyer’s receipt.”
“So, on the night of the murder, did you meet him?”- You pressed on but Chrollo still remained unaffected.
“I didn’t meet him but I did go out. However, it was only to buy supplies for the bar.”
You didn’t ask anymore since you had already got the answer you were searching for.
“Liar!”
The cold barrel of the gun pointed straight at the back of the man you once considered a close friend. Yet, during the whole conversation and even at this moment, he still remained undisturbed, as if today was just another day at work. Then, he slowly turned around, for the first time this evening, his eyes met yours. Rather than the usual panic or the fear of having your life on the line, you could spot a glint in his eyes. It was amusement, along with anticipation, like this was just a game of hide and seek between children. That alone was enough to make the bile in your stomach rise.
After what felt like an eternity, he spoke up:
“Then, Ms. Detective, what made you believe so?”
“It was the receipt that you have so confidently given to us.”
He hummed, urging you to continue:
“ A few weeks ago, the government applied a new tax on alcohol. Therefore, all bars and liquor stores had to raise their products’ price. But here, the cost for a glass of Absinthe was the same as those in earlier dates. You have successfully misguided everyone with your trick.”
Not waiting for Chrollo’s reply, you carried on:
“Mr. Sawyer is a regular at your place and a heavy drinker. If you denied knowing him, it would raise suspicion. The same would happen if you said that he didn’t come to the bar. So, forging evidence to show you met him while not putting you into the police’s radar was the only choice.”
While you were talking, his eyes still gazed at you. The same tender and soft gaze that you had caught a glimpse at. Why did you look at me like that? Why did you look at me with those eyes? You wanted to scream, to grab him by the collar and yell. With those unwavering eyes, he asked you:
“Since when did you notice?”
It took every cell in your being to not pull the trigger. Instead, you only gritted your teeth, the hand holding the gun had gradually turned red
“The night when I went to drink at your place, I noticed something amiss. It was the absence of the bottle of Absinthe - Mr.Sawyer’s usual drink. For someone as meticulous as you are, I doubt you would make a mistake like that. That is, unless you have already known that he wouldn’t be able to come here anymore.”
And then, Chrollo laughed, a hearty laugh. His shoulders were shaking as a hand covered his mouth. After a while, he finally regained his composure.
“You are even more than what I expected, [Fir-
“Do not call me by my name!”-You could not contain your anger anymore. What part of you that felt hesitated when pointing a gun to him had already died.
“Answer me. Why did you kill Mr. Sawyer?”
After you mentioned the case of Mr. Sawyer, in a blink of an eye, the warm and tender feelings in his eyes felt a tad too hollow and you shivered. It was the same as that time, when you met Hisoka in his bar. You wondered if that was the kind of face he had worn when killing others?
“Maybe because he had nothing to do with me.”- He just stated it as if that was as obvious as the fact that the sun rises in the morning and the moon rises at night.
“So you murdered Viktor for the same reason?”
“No, it because he had something to do with me that I have to kill him”
Not waiting for you to voice your confusion, Chrollo continued:
“I really enjoyed this game of cat and mouse with you. So when someone threatened to ruin the game, I couldn’t allow that, could I? Let’s say I was tying up loose ends.”
Whatever resolve you had built up before cracked. What the hell? Was everything, the grief of those who had lost their loved ones, sleepless nights spent racking your brain through every single report about the lives he had taken, just a mere game to him? The anger swelling within your heart was screeching, threatening to dig its claw into the face of the man before you and rip his smile off. After everything, how could a monster like you could go on and act like it was nothing but dirt on your shoes? Thoughts invaded your mind, but you could only whisper: “Why?”. Then, Chrollo even had the gut to act surprise
“ And I thought I have made my feelings for you clear after all this time. But I don’t mind repeating it again. Because I am fond of you.”
This time, it was your time to be astonished. Did he just confess to you? As if sensing your hesitation, Chrollo proceeded to talk in that same tone:
“Dearest, believe me when I said I really enjoyed our time together. You were a valued individual to me and even I couldn’t find myself to leave you alone, not when knowing that someone might come to you when I look away.
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So what is your choice, Ms. Detective”- He offered you. You used to think that he looked ethereal. But the Devil always made himself beautiful to lure in unfortunate souls.
The endearment cringed you out. You didn’t accept his hand nor did you refuse it. Instead, you only strengthened the hand holding the gun, your brows furrowed, eyes pierced straight at Chrollo. Having got your answer, he only chuckled:
“Of course, you wouldn’t. That’s what I love about you. Had you agreed, it would have been disappointing. Though, it does sound appealing when you choose me voluntarily.”
Maybe, had this been one of those nights, you would have found your heart pounding wildly in your chest, eyes crinkling in delight as you laughed off his flirtations. But, it wasn’t. Instead of holding and enjoying a glass of mojito, you were holding a gun against Chrollo.
“Though, I must ask. What would you do if I refused to acknowledge your accusations, [First].”- He mused
“I will corner you until you admit it. Surely, there are others beside you.”
“Then, I’m afraid that won’t happen.”- He said sheepishly. Not waiting for your response, he announced
“...For you are coming with me.”
A hand outstretched to you. Every nerve in your system was telling you to fight or flee. Not wasting any second, two gunshots rang simultaneously. But, instead of injuring Chrollo like you had intended, only the sound of broken glass scattered across the floor and he was nowhere to be seen. Just as you were about to turn around, a weight was put onto your back.
Thud!
With one swift movement, the gun in your hand was easily thrown away. You tried to resist, only to be hit back with inhumane strength. Working in the police department for years, you had your fair share of experience when dealing with uncooperative criminals. And now, Chrollo could singlehandly turn you facing him and slam you onto the counter, forcing a wince past your lips
“Love, I would rather you didn’t resist too much.”- He said and at the corner of your eyes, you caught sight of two pointy teeth. Or to be more precise, his fangs. Seeing your dumbfounded expression, he laughed again, his voice rung in your ears
Wait, what? So all this time, the man who you thought as your friend turned out to be something not even human?
Discarding all the questions in your head, you knew that if you didn’t act quickly, everything you had built up would crumble. Don’t be distracted, [First]. Just hang on for a few minutes and-
“Before going here, you have contacted the police, right?”
You could only freeze up as Chrollo guessed your plan. Suddenly, it all felt like the time when everything around you was still a mystery. No matter what you did, he would always be two steps ahead. How foolish of the mouse to think that it had escaped just because it couldn’t see the claws of the cat.
“I would like to talk to you more but it seems we don’t have much time to spare.”
As Chrollo explained, his head descended to your neck, breath fanning over your collarbone. He pressed featherlight kisses to a spot before biting into it. The coldness of his lips did nothing to soothe the pain of his fangs pierced through your skin. Then, your blood slowly flowed through your wound and down his throat. As you lost more blood, your consciousness gradually slipped away. You didn’t know when Chrollo had removed his hands from your wrists to wrap them around your back but it didn’t matter. For you, the coldness of his hand and the absence of heartbeat only served to remind you of a shackle, one that probably would probably never loosen and you doubt that he cared. You only had yourself to blame as the world around you darkened. Before you passed out, you could feel a lingering kiss pressed onto your eye lids.
“Sweet dreams, [First].”
And, with that, both of you disappeared into the night.
Sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs: Your life is all planned out for you. Marriage. Children. Settling down in your little town and growing old. But a gang of outlaws and their wicked desires change everything.
Tᴀɢs: (6) yandere males x fem reader, noncon, loss of virginity, choking, spitroast, oral fixation, angst, summer sex, period oral, double penetration
Mᴀɪɴ Sᴛᴏʀʏ
The First Time
I. The Boss
II. The Gunslingers
III. The Wrangler
IV. The Boy
V. The Second in Command
Exᴛʀᴀs
How do the outlaws react to being your least favourite?
Their names
Which outlaw would run away with you?
The Wrangler's Past
The Boy/Betrayal
What gifts do they bring you?
The types of dresses they bring you
The boss and the second in command sharing you
What happens if they get too rough?
Trying to hustle a rich man
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Thinking about breaking up with your yandere boyfriend after a bad fight, and the lengths he’ll go to to get you back.
Tags: male yandere x fem reader, noncon, blue collar bastard, straight smut, 450 words
"Baby, I love you."
You pull at your wrists, but they’re still pinned tight to the backseat. You’ve been stretched out in the back of your boyfriend’s car plenty of times before, but never like this.
He looms over you, his bulk pressing you down. He still smells like motor oil and sawdust from his shift at work, and the hand that presses against your mouth to keep you quiet is rough with callouses.
“Really, baby. I’m fucking mad about you.”
He’s so damn close. When he moves, his knee scrapes your inner thigh. You almost scream, for the little good it would do you.
"And this is for the best. You were…wandering from me."
And the bastard can’t have that.
His breath tickles your cheek as he pulls up from your neck. There’s a strange half smile on his face — a little mocking, a little cruel. He shifts and presses his knee against the gusset of your jeans.
“You just need to remember that you and I are good for each other. I’m all you need, baby. All you’ll ever need.”
He grinds his knee against your clit, hard. You jerk backwards, only to find yourself even more stretched out under him. Whatever you have to say is muffled by his hand.
"I'll make it so you never want to leave me again, alright?”
Like that will ever happen. He isn’t the man you thought he was — the man who loved and courted you was just a false skin, and he can’t trick you again. Not after you’ve seen what he’s really like.
He lets go of your wrists to fumble open your jeans, and then he’s shoving them down to your knees. His fingers dig into your bare thigh, nails scraping.
"Open up for me, doll."
Like hell.
He shrugs when you don’t, big bull shoulders taking up almost all the backseat. He doesn’t look upset that you’re fighting him. If the growing tent in his jeans is anything to go by, the fucker actually likes seeing you struggle.
“I see how it is,” he drawls. He swipes a thumb down the edge of your panties, his nail catching on the lace. You’re humid hot from struggling, and there’s no hiding the wet patch on your underwear. “You might not want me, sweetheart, but your body sure does.”
He rubs his thumb against the top of your cunt, right where your folds start to open up. Close enough to your clit to make you squirm.
“You’ll come around, baby. I’ve just gotta fuck the sense into you.”
Summary: Love makes you do crazy things sometimes. . . but lust makes you do even crazier things.
Warnings: Noncon/Dubcon, Breaking and Entering, Mentions of Death/Murder, Fingering, Choking/Breathplay, P in V, Prone, Pinning, Size Difference/Kink, Humiliation, Degradation, Creampie
MINORS/AGELESS ACC DNI
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Yandere!Best Friend who craves your attention, praise, and dedication 24/7 and hates when anyone or anything comes in between you and him. This leads him to form a particularly sinister hostility toward your family. Every time he sees you with them his stomach turns with envy. He absolutely abhors it; the way you smile at your mother and care for your father, the way you play around and encourage your siblings. It sickens him to his core.
In a fit of jealous rage, he decides that enough is enough. He decides he'll k!ll your family and keep you all for himself.
Yandere!Best Friend who breaks in and creeps throughout your home on a particularly stormy night, using the bad weather to conceal himself and his evil intentions. It's in the earlier hours of the morning, the sky dark and sunrise hours away, so everyone's dead asleep. He's chosen a night you're supposed to be away, wanting to avoid the possibility of you waking up while he basically slaughtered everyone you loved. It'd be hard to watch you grieve over the massacre, but he'd be sure to swoop in and console you when the time was right.
To his pleasant surprise, however, he finds you sleeping peacefully in a guest room far from the rest of your family. His breath hitches in his throat as he looks you over, distorted moonlight washing over your delicate frame. Your pajamas are tiny and thin, made of soft cotton and lace. The fabric does nothing to hide your curves from his prying eyes and when you roll onto your stomach, he can feel his pants becoming uncomfortably tight.
For a while he just stares, watching you sleep from your doorway like the creep he is. You're beautiful and he truly can't help himself. A bolt of thunder crashes outside and a wicked idea forms in the back of his mind that bubbles up to the surface the longer he watches you. He's come here to get rid of your family but. . . he could use you to get off instead. You weren't even supposed to be here, so there was no reason he should let this opportunity slip through his fingers.
With the quietness of a mouse and the stealth of a cat, he slinks into your room and locks the door behind him. He draws closer with bated breath, cock throbbing as he gets a better look at your sleeping form. Though he can't see your pretty face, your ass makes up for any lack. Gently, he trails his fingertips down the small of your back and lets them hover just above your left cheek. He doesn't want to wake you, but he doesn't want to deprive himself of your body either. He carefully lowers his hand, gradually palming the entirety of your ass cheek with large, lengthy digits. In that moment, he's tempted to take you right then and there.
Yandere! Best Friend who instead restrains himself, lowering his hands to dip between your thighs. You shift in your sleep at the feeling, causing him to still, only to adjust your position. He continues to explore after a while, nearly creaming his pants when he discovers your shorts are the only thing between him and your bare cunt. Without hesitation, he tugs them to the side and begins exploring your folds.
You stir again, soft whimpers escaping your lips. This time your eyelids flutter open, and you begin to wake. With quickness, your assailant is upon you, a large hand covering your mouth before you're mounted to keep you still. Panic floods your system as you struggle to escape, but he's just so much bigger and stronger than you are. As you begin to kick, the hand that had previously been between your legs wraps around your throat and squeezes. "Keep making a fuss. I'll tie you up, kill everybody in the house, and leave you for last.", he growls into your ear softly. Though your brain is still muddled with sleep, you register the threat and stop moving completely.
"Atta girl.", he coos before removing the hand choking you and returning to play with you through your shorts, "If you keep being sweet, I'll be extra good to you.". Tears well behind your lashes and you try to think of ways to escape him while he kisses along your cheek and neck. However, he's got you pinned and at his mercy; even if you were to break free, there's no way you'd get to your family in time to warn them.
Your train of thought is broken by the feeling of his thick digits pushing past your entrance and butting against that spongey spot you'd never been able to find on your own. As he presses against it, a muffled moan flows from you, and slick begins to pour from your core. "Well, well, well. Looks like you're a lot more agreeable than I'd thought you'd be.", he hums while pumping his fingers into you at a steady pace. You shudder at the growing tension in the pit of your stomach, and it only grows when he starts nipping at your shoulder blade.
More whimpers and moans are pulled from you as he continues working you towards an orgasm. You know you should be screaming or crying, doing everything in you power to get away. But as his pace quickens you find yourself rutting back against him shamefully. That same shame makes you wetter and wetter with every single sweet nothing he whispers into your ears. It's all too much and too quick for your still waking body and the tension in your tummy crescendos. Your body spasms beneath his larger one, your vision blurs as tears of pleasure leak from your eyes. Broken moans tumble from you as you cum on the fingers of your attacker, only drawing away from him as you near overstimulation.
You shudder as the fingers are removed from your cunt, leaving you gaping and exposed to the cool air of the night and hungry eyes of a predator. Your body tenses in anticipation causing you to curse yourself for the twisted sense of excitement blooming in your core. The sound of a belt unbuckling meets your ears, and you clench around nothing, pulse skyrocketing as he begins to speak. "Usually, I'd prep you a little more, get a good taste of you. . .", he trails off while pulling his member free from his pants, "But I don't think I can wait any longer.". Slowly, he drags his tip between your glistening folds, breathing becoming unsteady as he presses it into your entrance.
Had his hand still not been over your mouth, the sound you'd just made would've woken the entire house. Fat tears roll down your cheeks and onto his hand as you struggle to stay still. Every insanely thick inch being pushed inside you makes you think you'll be split in two, every vein along his shaft becomes acquainted with your walls to further spike the sudden increase in stimulation. After a very long while, he bottoms out, pelvis flat against the swell of your ass. He wastes no time setting a quick and rhythmic pace.
Yandere!Best Friend who fucks you through the pain of being stretched past your limits and into mind numbing pleasure. Wanton, muffled moans fill the air along with the lewd sound of skin contacting skin. Your attacker moans whorishly into your ear making butterflies flutter in the pit of your stomach. "You feel so fucking good, such a sweet girl for me.", he praises and your walls flutter around him. He curses under his breath at the feeling, slowing to a grind so that you're forced to feel every inch of him intimately. After a few more long and languid thrusts, he gradually picks up speed until you're afraid your bed might start creaking and wake someone.
The new cadence is brutal, but you try and match it. Any sense of shame, humiliation, or fear you'd felt earlier is gone, all thoughts silenced as your brain prioritizes cumming on his cock. One particularly wild thrust causes his hand to shift, a few digits slipping into your mouth. You welcome them with an enthusiastic suck, moaning and deep throating them like a whore. A breathless chuckle just barely registers in the back of your mind, too busy sucking and getting railed into oblivion to fully acknowledge it. "Who knew my pretty girl was such a slut, huh?", he groans into your skin, "You're gonna drain me dry pretty soon.".
The sound of his voice, the taste of his skin, and the drag of his cock against all your most sensitive areas culminate to push you over the edge and you come hard. Your eyes roll back into your head, only allowing you to see stars, and your body trembles. Waves of slick pour from your cunt and you can feel his pace falter as he, too, begins to lose himself inside you.
A string of curse words tumbles from his lips as his balls tighten. Shaky breaths and choppy moans fill your room, masked by thunder, as he paints your velvety walls white with hot ropes of thick cum. The warmth filling your tummy draws a shiver from you and you feel his seed begin to trickle from your cunt with each new spurt pumped into it.
After a second, he stops cumming and pulls his softening cock from your spent pussy. You want to turn over and get a good look at him as he redresses himself but the fatigue of being destroyed quickly overtakes you. Your vision blurs in and out of focus as he dips down to kiss your forehead, turning to open your window once he has. Without another word spoken, he disappears into the night. The disappointment of being unable to see his face and confusion as to whether or not you'd imagined this entire night blooms in your brain, but unconsciousness subdues you before they can further subdue you. It doesn't really matter that you hadn't been able to see his face tonight anyway.
That was the day I met Dana, a maid with commoner blood.
It wasn’t common for maids from lowly backgrounds to work directly for me, but apparently she started working in the estate years ago and slowly rose up in the ranks thanks to her diligence and determined personality.
Dana was nice, she would always pay attention to my needs and work extra for my comfort. Personally delivering all my meals, helping me dress up and preparing my bath all by herself, staying by my side until I fall asleep…
“I really appreciate you Dana…” I say sleepily, my body engulfed in the soft blanket Dana prepared for me as she sits by my side.
“You do my lady?”, I nod.
“I don’t have many people I’m close with, but you’ve been so nice to me for the past 3 months…”
“I’m your handmaid, my lady. That much is to be expected.”
“But you’re so much more attentive than any of my other maids. It has barely been 3 months but I don’t know what I would do without you…”
“…I’m glad to hear that my lady.” She stops for a second as if to think. “Don’t worry I will always be by your side…” Dana answers me gently. My tired eyes fail to read her face in the dimly moonlit room, but I go to sleep with a smile on my face, imagining her doing the same.
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I look down at her, watching her slowly breathe in and out with that foolishly innocent expression on her face. The suffocating uniform I had to wear to hide my adam’s apple and chest is unbuttoned to let me breathe. A sharp knife shines in my hand, reflecting the moonlight decorating her fancy room.
516 times. I’ve tried to kill this woman exactly 516 times. I raise my knife. “This time I will do it” I think to myself. You shift in your sleep, probably deep in your happy dreams. You don’t sense anything, unaware of the danger I hold.
“I will do it… I will…” I repeat in my head yet my hand won’t stop shaking.
“Damn it…”
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“She has so many openings, does she have no survival instinct? It feels like she could die if she fell down tad too hard” I think to myself as I pick up her dinner. A small bottle of poison I’ve failed to use so far and my knife are tucked deep in my apron. There are a few servants around chatting but no one seems to suspect anything from the lady’s personal handmaid.
“Hey did you see what Lady y/n was wearing today? Haha is she trying to catch someone’s attention going out like that?”
“Right? If she bent down a bit we could even see her cleavage!”
Huh?
Those two… are they new recruits? I did hear that despicable man hired a new batch. What do they think they are doing spouting such nonsense?
“She already looks so naive, I bet she wouldn’t be able to do anything if I just cornered her right?”
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“Dana, did you get some of the tomato sauce on your sleeve?” you ask innocently, happily enjoying your lavish dinner.
“It seems so my lady. I will clean it tonight don’t worry.” I quickly answer with my usual smile.
“Haha don’t tell me you wanted to try some! You could’ve just asked me, here.”
“I-I couldn’t possibly my lady-“
“My arm will get tired if you don’t take it~”
I sigh and lean down to eat the bite you so graciously offered, it doesn’t have poison anyway…
It truly is delicious, enough to drive a commoner to tears, but this quality is just the norm for you.
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I once again stand above you. “This time… this time for sure…” repeats in my head as I raise my knife. This is the 520th attempt.
You sleep peacefully under me as I clench my teeth, my hand refusing to go down.
It’s always the same thing. I stay by your side until you fall asleep, I get up and raise my knife, I watch you sleep without a worry in the world and go back to my room after another failure.
I sigh and prepare to get up, I’ve despised you for longer than you know for making me feel this way.
“Dana…?”
“!?” You’re awake? Why are you awake!? You never wake up at this hour!
…What are you looking at?
My eyes follow your gaze and land on the knife I’m holding up.
“W-what are you doing Dana!? N-no someone help-!”
My free hand quickly covers your mouth as I whisper yell “Be quiet!”. You continue flailing your arms and legs, trying to push me off. Since my other hand is still up I can’t hold you down properly.
“Stop fighting me! You don’t have the right to-!”
You manage to push my hand off your mouth but your nails catch my open collar, accidentally ripping a button. For a second your eyes widen and before I can register what’s going on you grab my clothes.
“!!”
In a moment of panic I throw the knife and pull away to cover myself.
“D-Don’t look!”
If you do they’ll take you away from me.
“Y-you are a man?” You ask while sitting up, clearly on guard but you make no motion to run away. Maybe seeing my panicked state made you feel less scared.
I don’t answer and just stare at you. I wonder what my expression looks like? My panic and anger must reflect on my eyes as I cover my chest. My knife… is at the other side of the room, tsk.
“B-But why…? A-and that knife… were you trying to…? I… D-did I do something to offend you…?”
Your voice is shaking as you ask questions after questions, tears slowly spilling out. I’m sure you must feel so scared and betrayed. Good, that’s what I wanted.
Yes, what I wanted…
What I wanted?
Anger boils inside me. A part of me feels satisfied for making you experience such betrayal, but the other half feels anger. A privileged person like you who lives life without a single worry doesn’t deserve to cry like a victim.
“Stop crying!” I lunge forward to grab your neck and push you down. You look up to me, clearly scared but my hand doesn’t squeeze your neck.
“You don’t know anything!” I bite my lip, wanting to scream but also not. I hate this, once again my body refuses to listen to me.
“You don’t know anything about me! You don’t know what your family has done! You don’t know what you have done to me!!”
My hand presses down harder.
“I already had nothing but you ruined me beyond repair!” I try to keep my voice low to not alert the other servants yet I can’t prevent it from shaking as I let my anger out.
“You don’t know anything…”
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“Dana”
A name unfit for a boy, and this disgustingly beautiful face that resembles hers were the only things that wench left behind with me.
I didn’t know anything about her. All I knew was that she treated me like the girl she always wanted to give birth to and that I must never leave the wooden box she called “home”.
She hated me, it was only obvious. Even when I was barely able to speak it wasn’t hard to understand she actually wished for a girl. Although, maybe thanks to this face of mine, she enjoyed putting me in dresses and forcing me into the life she dreamed of.
“Dana, mommy has to deal with some surprise visitors so stay in this closet and don’t make a noise just like how I taught you before alright?”
Those were the last words she uttered before kissing my forehead and closing the rusty closet doors. Then it was arguing, screams, red and silence.
The fact that she used to work in your estate because she was in debt to your father, that she ran away pregnant without actually paying it back and was being hunted down were things I only got to know later in life.
It seems they were unaware she was even pregnant and didn’t notice the child she so hurriedly tucked inside the old compact closet.
Such sad excuse of a life, at the end she wasn’t able to accomplish anything. All she had was a son who believed she hated him and thus hated her back. A son who didn’t even care about the effort she put into keeping him hidden and safe.
A son who returned to the estate she once escaped from.
It wasn’t too hard to get registered as a maid with such face and height. My plan originally was to slowly go up in ranks until I reached that filthy man and stab his chest the same way his henchmen stabbed that wench’s.
But then I met you.
The precious young lady of the estate, loved by all the workers and her parents. A lovely person who was sailing through life with no hardships, a being sure to be missed if lost.
I thought if I killed you the same way they killed that wench, that filthy man would experience so much pain he wouldn’t be able to forget about it for an entire lifetime.
So I started working to be your handmaid instead, and you quickly inflicted another type of anger into me.
I hated that you were oblivious to the pain others felt, I hated that all you knew was comfort and love, I hated that you never experienced what a broken heart felt like.
I hated how you smiled at me like you couldn’t do without me, I hated how your hair felt so soft in my hands as I brushed it, I hated how you happily ate the sweets I secretly took from the kitchen just so you could have some more, I hated how good you smelt right after I washed you, I hated how soft your skin felt against my fingertips as I helped you dress up-
“UGH!”
I gasp, sitting on the bathroom floor. Looking at the toilet seat filled with my insides and wiping my mouth with a shaky hand before flushing it down.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this…
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You look up to me with shaky eyes, body barely moving.
“I-I’m sorry-“
“Don’t pity me! I’m not someone who needs your pity!”
You flinch as I raise my voice. I feel so disgusted, my voice shaking with anger.
“At least I still had control over myself when all I had was hate… At least I was somewhat “normal”…”
My eyes never leave yours, your gaze only making me feel more agitated.
“I wasn’t supposed to feel like this… why did you have to wake up now…”
A tear threatens to fall from my eye.
“If only you just continued sleeping… then I could’ve continued staying next to you… I could’ve continued being good for you…”
“Dana I’m sorry-“
“I said I don’t want to hear it!”
I lower my head, not wanting to see the face you’re making.
Then an idea comes to my mind.
“Are you really sorry? Do you want to make up for it?”
I grab your face before you can answer.
“!?”
I slowly pull away to speak, your taste lingering in my lips.
“Then don’t report what happened today and let me continue staying by your side.
I lean in closer and look into your eyes.
“The only way you can atone for your sins is by accepting this twisted love of mine”
Summary: Choso needs you, no he really needs you, you are everything to him and don't even know it. You don't know about the cameras he watches you on, you don't know he's jerking his cock in his office right across from you. You see a sweet, hot coworker, sort of shy, but Choso sees all of you, and when you invite him over randomly to 'hang out' Choso knows then it's his chance, to have you forever.
Warnings: Um ALOT- extreme yandere behavior, obsessed ass Choso, videoing without consent, using his tongue ring as manipulation lol, explicit sex, masturbation, stealing panties, oral (f and m receiving) possessive and unhinged ass behavior, overstimulation, some dacryphilia, somnophilia low key, manipulation of reader, rough sex, dirty talk, belly bulges, mating press, him being oddly sweet and cute for a nutcase, you name it. Subby Choso isn't here, only batshit Choso mmkay- (Please don't read if you don't enjoy darker content, I have lots of fluffy smut elsewhere) Oneshot- WC- 9.8k
Based on Yandere Bestie Choso - art in the banner from 28 on X here - dividers by @/cafekitsune and @/strangergraphics
TYSM for 9k followers!? Ya'll are so sweet!! consider this oneshot my thank youuu
“Thank you, Choso!” You smile so bright and pretty at him every morning, as he always gets your favorite coffee from your favorite place, along with some sort of pastry that you always say ‘you shouldn’t have!’
“Of course, it’s nothing.” He murmurs softly, as the two of you ride up in the elevator up to the high floor you two work on, you’re touching his shoulder with your little hand, burning through the material of his suit.
Choso hates this job, but he stays for you.
When no one would even listen to him, you sat there and paid attention to everything, to how he misses his little brother who went off to school, to just how much he loves guitar. Every lunch break is spent with you, nodding with your hand under your chin, watching him with your full attention, only breaking to nibble or have a sip of a drink.
You made him feel so good, it’s only right that Choso Kamo makes you feel so good, and he can imagine just about every fucking way to do so. He can imagine licking your pretty pussy till you cry for him to stop, but latching on more, watching your face cover in glistening tears. He can imagine fucking you so good you’re drooling, that you can’t even function.
Choso was never this way though, if anything he was more submissive in relationships, he got used or walked over for how sweet he was, and they usually controlled him in the bed. Though Choso loves to please, the things he wants to do with you are insane, to the point he’s vividly pictured tying you up in rope, knots pressing into your delicate skin, and having his cock in all of your holes.
Every single one would be so full of him, pouring cum out so gooey and white, he’s pictured using you so vividly he’s cumming to the thoughts alone multiple times a day. You seem so interested in him, but he wants more from that, no Choso wants you to need him, in every single way.
“I would never eat without you, I swear!”
He smiles at your comments, but it’s true, you always forget to eat and that just won’t do! He can’t have you fainting when he finally gets you spread open in his bed, when he gets to decorate that pretty ass he sees under those business skirts with his hand prints.
You’re going to need energy.
Plus, he likes to watch you eat, drink water, take care of yourself, you just work too hard lately. He notices, every tired blink of an eye, and every yawn, Choso notices it all- including things only he can see - like how you shift your hips in your office chair, how you cross and uncross your legs, wearing a different color of panties every single day.
Sometimes you wear lace.
Once you wore crotchless.
He got very mad at you.
Who were they for?
Men at the office flirted with you, bustling and busy and a little more men working to women, they all were after you. He has lost count how many dates you’ve been asked on, but you always sweetly decline, Choso likes to think it’s because you already know-
You’re his.
“You should eat more, and relax a bit. Ever took a day off?” He asks you now, and you shake your head, sighing.
“Too many bills to pay.” You yawn once more, before pecking a kiss on his cheek, making him blush, which you find adorable. “Sorry, is that okay?”
“Oh it’s f-fine.” Choso is over six foot, towering over everyone, buff under that suit- you can feel it- and far too handsome for his own good, but he’s so shy he acts as if he has no clue of his effects.
On you especially.
Just being in his proximity gets you too excited, his dark violet eyes flashing just a bit as he looks down at you, when the elevator dings and you two walk out, your hand falling then. “I’ll meet you at lunch?” You tease with a wink, and he nods a bit then, that flush fading just a bit from his cheeks, while you walk into the bright, open office.
Floor to ceiling windows abound, and cubicles are all over, but Choso works in his own private office, as he’s a higher up manager, and you’re the owner’s receptionist and assistant. You prance up to your boss, Mr. Higaruma, who offers you his own kind and tired smile.
“Good morning.” He says your name softly, pouring over his paperwork then and downing his coffee, dark brows knitted together.
“Good morning, Mr. Higaruma, want me to take half your stack?” You put down your purse and your breakfast at your desk, he sighs then, running a hand through his black spiky locks.
“Would you be a doll and do just that? This weekend I got…” He looks around as if he’s not the boss, whispering in your ear. “Hungover.”
You nearly snort, covering your mouth then, and Higaruma grins at your cute expression. “Sorry!”
“It’s fine, no, it is kind of funny. But I never drink anymore, ugh.”
“One sec…” You go to pull out a bottle of tylenol now, pouring water into a paper cup. “This will help, along with something greasy.”
“Greasy?” You both start talking, and Choso glares across the office, waiting for you to just sit down already.
How close did you two need to get!?
You finally do sit down, and he eyes your panties from the camera he has strategically placed, seeing that they’re purple today, making his cock throb as he sits in his office, he goes to shut the door then, staring at the image on his phone, watching you shift this way and that. Today the lace is clinging so tightly to your puffy lips he can see the outline of your perfect cunt.
“Oh my god…” He murmurs softly, if only you were his assistant, he’d have you bent over his desk right now, but for the moment he strokes his cock over his slacks, as you cross your legs, deterring his view. “Open them for me, baby, please…”
As if on command you do just that, lean back and spread your thighs, god he can’t stand how good you look, he eyes you out of one of his office windows as you smile over at him, waving so pretty. Clueless that he’s stroking his now leaky tip against his thumb, while he smiles back over to you, eyes torn between your pretty face and the upskirt view he has.
Choso’s cock springs free as he strokes himself under the desk, whimpering softly as he pictures it inside you, this is his daily routine though, stroking himself, over and over, he does so at least every day if not multiple times, using the precum and his own saliva as lube to stroke his thick cock faster. He bets you’re so tight, he bets you taste as good as you smell.
He’s leaned back, closing his eyes and murmuring your name when he hears a knock knock knock then, but he’s already cumming. “Shit, shit, shit…” He’s trying to hide his whine as he pours hot sticky ropes into his hand. “Hold on a minute!”
“Sure thing, Choso.” It’s you.
Fuck.
Choso hastily cleans himself up the best he can, tissues swiping at the sticky mess his cock has become, some of it is sticking to his black boxer briefs when he pulls himself together, opening his door. You’re smiling up at him, and he wonders if he should feel bad. You don’t know he sees your panties every day, but he brushes it off, because it’s not like he can help himself.
It takes everything not to drag you in as you just stand there curiously. “Can I help you with anything?”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” You’re flushed as you look down a bit, biting that lower lip that makes him think insane thoughts. “I wondered… would you like to come over?”
“Come over!?” He’s got his eyes wide now, and you feel your cheeks heat up more, shifting nervously.
“Is that too much? Is it weird?”
“What no I… you… huh?” Choso sputters now, imagining every way he wants you, god your lips probably would feel so good wrapped around his tip, wouldn’t they? Cleaning his cum off himself-
“Sorry, it’s stupid. Ugh. We just are so close here but we never hang out? And I have no friends here, just a cat I think.” You’re babbling, as he’s staring at you like you’ve grown another head.
You’ve wanted to ask him out for so long, surprised he never made a move, maybe you’re not his type? But curiosity gets the best of you, just who is he when he’s not so shy, when he’s not all in his business mode. Those glimpses of tattoos on his arms when he rolls his sleeves up are too enticing.
“A date?” He whispers, and you giggle then.
“It doesn’t have to be. Or it could be.”
“I’ll be there, I’ll… bring wine?” He grins as you brighten up.
“I love wine!”
Oh, he knows.
He knows the brands you like, the type you enjoy, he knows so much about you already, he’s seen the outside of your home almost every night after work, just to make sure you get home safe of course. You live alone and you’re just a sweet, fragile thing, there are too many crazy men out there. Once he watches you, he leaves of course!
But he does notice you enjoy a glass of wine, you leave your window wide open when it’s nice out, petting your cat and sipping on it, reading some book. God you look so pretty when you think no one is watching, when your shoulders relax just so, in those moments his thoughts are far more pure, not like when he has to be tortured by the obscene amount of panties you have.
“I’d love to come over. Do you want me to bring dinner?” He’s trying to sound calm, not like he just noticed with horror he has some cum sticking to his pant leg then, which you seem to notice, tilting your head.
“I think you’ve got something…” You bend down, brushing it off, making his cock jerk as you look at the sticky substance curiously, blinking while he panics.
“Oh it’s just… it’s some… the glaze, from the donuts!” He’s taking your hand now, and you’re already just licking it off your thumb.
You just licked Choso’s cum.
Fuck.
“You got donuts? Weird you got me bagels this morning. Silly.” You tease now, brushing your thumb back across your skirt, smiling up at him again.
“I uh… raided the… office cafeteria.”
“You have such a sweet tooth!”
You have no idea. Once he tastes you he will never stop.
He doesn’t think he’ll even let you leave,
“I do, okay I’ll bring dessert, you do dinner?” You nod and giggle just a bit, the sound making his heart clench.
“Perfect, I’ll see you after work and give you my address.”
As if he doesn’t know.
“Sounds good.” You shut the door, and he leans his head on it, exhaling, as you curiously roll your tongue around your mouth.
What kind of donuts taste like that?
*****
“This is my favorite wine, oh my God how’d you know!?” You take the bottle of blackberry wine, it’s not even common and sold at one specific store, Choso just smiles down at you, looking far too hot in his soft black shirt and jeans.
You only see each other in business gear, but seeing rolled up sleeves revealing veiny forearms is far too much to handle, along with the dessert ingredients he pulls out. “Was just a guess, is all.”
“A great guess.” Choso just smiles softly, with his lidded gaze drifting across the little tank top and skirt you have on. Just from his gaze your nipples press up, as if they’re trying to tempt him with your every breath. Thank you.” You kiss his cheek, making his tummy clench, god he can’t wait to fuck you, fill you, when you’re ready of course, when you’re begging him like the good girl he bets you can be,
“You’re very welcome. Oooh that already smells so good.” You giggle a bit, taking the wine and bag out of his hands, heading over to where the ingredients are sizzling, you’re making steaks that smell far, far too heavenly already.
God you’re perfect, shimmying a bit when you taste the sauce you’ve mixed up, beckoning him over with your two little fingers crooked up. “Come taste this.”
Choso urges his cock to go down at your innocent words, but were they innocent really, when he sees how your lips curl up at the corner, cozy inside your pretty little kitchen. He can tell you cook a lot by the amount of mixers, grills, devices and utensils neatly lined along your light countertops.
“Delicious, oh my god.” He murmurs, after you hold the ladle to his lips, brushing some sauce off the corner of his mouth with a sigh, for a wild moment you think of kissing it off him.
But he just touches your wrist, wrapping long thick fingers around it completely, the grip so tight it excites you, before he’s just pressing a kiss on it. Great, you’re some horny slut and he’s this… gentleman or something? You could damn near jump him - how good he looks, how long you’ve been wanting this - but you make yourself act correctly, as you watch him work in the kitchen with you.
He’s got the sweetest chocolate mousse, his turn to ask you to ‘have a taste’ and you lap it up off the beater, short circuiting his brain, while he simultaneously takes in absolutely everything in your home. Every little picture, and every knick knack that comprises you. Of course he sees your cat slinking around, right before the movies he goes to pet it.
“He likes you, that’s rare.” You admit, grabbing two glasses of wine, pouring the dark swirling liquid, handing him one as you sit down the plate with the mousse, taking a bite and moaning. “Heavenly.”
He bets you taste heavenly.
He wants to say it, when you’re right next to him, your legs tucked under you, sipping on the wine, leaving a pretty lip print with the color you’re wearing, a color Choso would love to see smeared across your face. He’s tensing as you lean closer, his arm up and above you on the couch, casually strewn as if he’s not losing his mind.
He’s mapping out more of your house even as he casually brushes his hand up and down your shoulder, as the gory movie begins, and he quickly notices you are not a fan. “Everything okay?”
“Too much… oh god…” You’re suddenly against him, he pulls you close to his hard body, as you’re exhaling, shaking your head. “Scary.”
Choso’s fingers brush against the bare skin on your shoulders, when you’re burying your face against his chest, he’d laugh at how cute you are scared of this zombie movie, but you against him alone has him throbbing. Your hands clutching his shirt as your hot little breaths blow on his neck is too much, he can’t take it anymore, not having you.
His hand moves lower, brushing the sensitive skin down your arms, until he drops it to your hip, pulling you closer, hearing your breath catch as he does. Your nipples tighten in reaction, fuck it’s been a while and Choso smells so good, he feels good too. You don’t move for a moment, feeling warmth spread, mixing with the wine in your body.
You were hoping he’d make a move, as you just weren’t one to do so, but his hand doesn’t stray from your hip, as his thighs spread just a bit, and the sounds of the screams on the screen ebb for a moment. “It’s over now, are you alright angel?”
You blush at the nickname, already overheated, shaking your head and snuggling deeper. “No, it was too freaky.”
“You picked it!” You giggle a bit then, pulling back to look up at him, with eyes he can’t wait to have rolling back in your skull, his hand tightens at the thoughts, as your own grip tightens.
“I knew you liked horror, so I wanted to seem cool.” Choso watches you flush, so fucking cute then, and he pulls you more against him, now cupping your face with one of his huge hands. “Is that lame that I remembered that?”
Oh you’re so cute, as if he doesn’t know everything about you.
You’re feeling so small compared to him, when his hand takes over your face with his long, thick fingers, only making you wetter when he brushes a thumb over your lips. “You don’t have to try to seem ‘cool’ with me.”
“Choso… I…” You lean forward now, and your lips touch, but that’s when Choso loses any semblance of hope of remaining normal, calm, shy even, not when he finally gets your lips on his.
You’re on his lap before you can blink, gasping as his tongue swipes inside your mouth, barbell clicking your teeth gently, and you’re pulling back to gasp, looking down at his eyes. So dilated they’re black, he emits the softest growl as he presses your clothed cunt down on his lap, and you cry out, gushing wetness until your panties are sticky.
“God, look at you…” He whispers, his voice is so different, everything about him is, when you lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips, rolling your hips and feeling his thick length under his jeans.
He yanks you back down, mouths messy as you grind, as you move, nipping at his tongue ring with your teeth and pulling it, as his cock starts pulsing precum from your heat. “Choso…”
“Fuck…” He’s whimpering as you kiss down his neck, up to his ear, and he pulls you down harder, hands slipping up your skirt to grab that ass he’s stared at every day for a year. “You’re so wet.”
“S’much I… embarrassing…”
“No, no, not at all.” He’s pushing you back gently, so he can look at you, your nipples prominent against your top. He nips it over the thin material with his teeth, while you’re leaving a wet spot on his jeans.
He never thought he’d actually have you like this, silently begging him, one of your hands gripping his hair as he pulls down your top, revealing a nipple already perked up for him. You’re panting when he sucks it in his mouth, feeling the weight of the other one in his palm, your tits are even more perfect than he could ever imagine, the thought that anyone ever saw them makes him furious.
No one will again.
“Perfect.” He murmurs, as he is now slipping down his finger until it hits your clit, rolling in small circles over your panties, as he feels himself already too close, when he sees your lidded gaze, your thighs trembling on either side of him. “Can’t help yourself, can you baby?”
“Fuck…” Choso, sweet and shy and blushing, is talking dirty to you, as his barbell is flicking on your nipple, making you ache, so ready he could slip his cock in with ease. “Fuck me, please.” Your words make him pause, words you don’t just say, when have you ever asked- or fuck, begged?
Someone knocks on your door then, and you grimace in frustration, kissing him once more as he feels himself about to bust if you move once more, and the knock continues. “Should you get that?”
“It’s probably my neighbor, they're always asking for rides or for something.” You frown then.
“You’re sweet, that’s why hmm?” You just smile a bit, hoping they’ll go away, but ever persistent you hear her, shouting your name as Choso laughs a bit. “You can get it, it’s fine.”
“It’s so not fine.” You hop up, leaving Choso a moment to breathe as you adjust yourself and head to the door, where your neighbor starts going on and on, and you sigh, looking back at Choso. “Just a minute!”
“No worries.” As you step out on the porch to hear her ranting about another neighbor from what he can catch, you give him the perfect opportunity, he stands quickly, blood rushing to his head, he is so close to busting, he has almost forgotten about the little cameras he has.
He sneaks into your room now, finding it smells so much like you, your little plushies all along the dresser, which he casually takes one and puts a camera in, before opening the drawer, and seeing you do have an insane amount of panties. Just who are these all for he wonders, running a finger over your pretty bras now too, soft and silky and neatly folded.
God he wants them, but, he needs something you’ve worn, these are all clean and smelling of fabric softener, that won’t do. He eyes the rest of your room, your bed just a little rumpled, opening the drawer of your nightstand, scowling when he sees your dildo and vibrator.
You won’t get to use those on yourself once he has a say.
He thinks briefly of tossing them, but that would look a little suspicious, though he contemplates it for a beat too long, as he runs out when he hears the door shut, and stands there casually, pausing the movie as you peer in. “Just one more minute, I’m so sorry…”
“It’s all good.” He smiles sweetly, and exhales in relief, heading to your bathroom now, where he finds the pair he’d seen earlier sitting right at the top of your hamper, those purple ones that you clearly soaked, he sees the wetness left from them and moans softly, before shoving it in his pocket
Finally you’re back inside, kissing him in his arms, up on tiptoes, your own hands trailing down his body, until you’re touching him, and just the touch and he feels himself about to cum. He needs to stroke himself before he even lets you come near him, clearly, he grabs your wrists, and you pause, blinking up at him, lips in a pout.
“Am I moving too fast for you?” You ask then, brows knitting, while Choso tries to envision everything terrible to make his cock stop, panicking.
“No, I just… I have to… I got a call, while you were outside and um… I have to… leave.” He mumbles, you just blink a bit, pulling back and frowning.
“You have to leave right now?”
“Yes I… yes.” Choso kisses your forehead, before darting out and leaving you alone, standing there in confusion.
Were you coming on too strong!?
The thought swirls through your head as you take the glass of half finished wine, plopping down and sitting on your bed, frowning as you peek at your phone, he seemed so into it, was it the interruption, did he think better? You pause a bit, setting the glass down on your side table with a little clink, before laying and spreading your thighs, touching yourself with a hiss.
You’re so wet you’re sticking to them, ugh.
You call him then, right as Choso has your panties on his face, stroking his cock and moaning, he has the image of you laying on your bed when he opens his eyes and peeks at the monitor, rushing to answer your phone. “Choso… I’m sorry, but did I come on too much?”
“What? No, no…” He’s pulsing as he fucks his hand, now entranced by the vision of your legs spread like they are, it’s all he can see, when you’re shifting a bit.
“Okay um… I guess I’ll see you at work tomorrow?”
Say something.
Choso wants to so badly, but now he’s leaning forward, staring at you as you touch yourself, hearing a hitch of breath, and he continues stroking his cock as he watches you. “Cho?”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, I got nervous.” He admits, continuing to watch as you giggle just a bit, gathering your slick when your fingers dip under your panties, he watches your hips roll and hears your little sigh.
It’s like you know he’s watching.
“Are we still cool? I don’t want it to be weird at work.”
“No never, I-”
“I have to go.” You say suddenly, and he watches as the phone falls from your hands, glaring just a bit when you whine out, he can barely hear you, you hang up on him like a little brat.
You are rolling your finger on your clit as you smile just a bit, it’s a little petty sure, but he just walked out on you, so you get just a little satisfaction hanging up, remembering his touch, how good his hot mouth felt on your breasts. How good his length felt pressing up in his jeans, against your clit, god you can imagine how big it is when you slip two fingers in.
Picturing his tongue ring in the most wicked places, you feel yourself drenched, finally pushing down soaked panties, giving him the most perfect view when he finally sees your pussy bare. He blushes, looking away for a moment, should he be going this far he wonders, but he hears his name moaned from your lips, so he continues, wishing he could just call you back.
Just go back.
But he’s not ready- not just yet- you don’t need him enough, do you? But he can tell you’re starting to, as you’re pumping your little fingers in and out of your perfect, pretty pussy- he’s not sure he’s ever seen one that looks that good. He knew it of course but god he can’t wait to bury his face between your thighs, to lap up those juices he sees glistening.
“That’s it baby, cum for me…” He’s murmuring, as you do just that, thighs shaking, as Choso finishes with a whine, and then he could swear you almost smile at that camera, but no way…
*****
You already have breakfast the next morning.
You already have coffee the next morning?
Your boss apparently bought them for you, and you’re sitting right on his desk giggling a bit, as Choso looks on with a scowl, crumpling the brown paper bag as a coworker comes up to him then. “She’s so hot.”
Choso scowls, as another one walks up as well. “Yeah she is, damn dude I thought you were gonna shoot your shot?”
“I… she…” He’s stuttering, you gaze at him and wave a little bit, as Higaruma’s hand is dangerously close to your thigh while you’re sipping on coffee.
“Is she single then?”
“No. She’s not.” They back off when the tall, buff man glares violet eyes at them, and Choso feels his body raging, hand itching to spank that ass of yours till it’s covered in his handprints.
You notice his glare, turning away your face then, you know you shouldn’t be flirting, but you’ve never tried so damn hard to get with a guy who just leaves you in the middle of you grinding on him. He left without even a ‘goodbye’ or ‘had a nice time’ - he ran away, and part of you has your feelings hurt, because it feels like you’re making all the moves.
You could feel his angry gaze all damn day, until you see him at one point stomp off to the breakroom, and you can’t help but follow him curiously, surely a little flirting wouldn’t upset him that much, right? “Choso…”
Choso shuts the breakroom door then, pressing you against it and making you gasp, as he leans over you, one hand on the door, the other gripping you by your dress skirt, making you gasp. Your hands shoot up to his chest, as if to press him away, but when he is sliding up that skirt roughly you feel your heart thudding in your chest, feel your tummy heat up with desire.
Who is this Choso?
“Do you like him?” He demands softly - you blink a bit, biting your lower lip to hold in a slutty moan as his hand slips up your inner thigh, making you tremble.
“Who?” You whisper, smiling just a bit, but the smile freezes when he’s looming even more over you, taking over your every sense.
“Your boss, Higuruma. Do. You. Like. Him.”
You giggle a bit, breathless. “You're jealous, why?”
Choso shocks you when his fingers find you under your skirt, your cunt drooling all over his thick digits when he presses the cotton against you, you're whining out at the touch, clit twitching in response, head falling back against the door. When your eyes threaten to flutter shut, he grips your chin, making you look up at him.
“Do you like him?” He whispers again, and you shake your head nervously, hips arching for more of his touch, and Choso Kamo smirks, a man you’ve never seen do such a thing, a man that blushes and smiles sweetly. “Use your words.”
Fuck.
“No, no I like you… but you don’t- f-fuck…” He’s slipped his fingers under your panties now, exhaling against your lips, sweet breath like mocha against your lips, when he first touches your slick pussy without the barrier, he exhales, his hand on your chin slipping to tangle in your hair.
“You have no clue what I want, so was that… to make me jealous?” He demands, scowling as he sinks two thick fingers inside your gummy walls that grip him, even though he’s so mad at you, he can’t stop thinking how perfect your pretty face looks, how you’re tighter than he could imagine. He pumps inside you, hitting that spongy spot, pressing his lips right against yours. “Answer me, now.”
“Y-yes.” He laughs just a bit, curling his fingers while you’re wriggling in his hold, covering his lips with yours now, drinking in your cries as he hikes a thigh up over his hips, more and more inches of his fingers in your tight little drippy cunt.
“You wanna cum, don’t you baby?” He’s whispering, kissing up your jaw, as you cling to his suit jacket, nodding eagerly, Choso acting like this is nothing you could even fantasize, you hear the squishing of your wetness even in the room. You nod in between his kisses up your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin, as he hits just that spot like he already knows your pussy.
“Please…” You whisper out, and he thumbs your clit now, pressing against it and grinning as he feels you gush wetness, so much it’s insane to him, he’s fingering you in wonder as he feels your body tense.
“Were you a good girl? Do you deserve to?” You whine out when he pulls his fingers out just before you cum, making your lips part, when he sucks you right off his fingers, moaning at your taste, possibly the hottest thing you’ve seen.
You cannot figure him out.
“Good? Are you being good? Can’t answer?” He eases your panties back on, pressing your skirt down as you struggle to function.
“No.” You admit, his cock is pressing against his slacks, leaking precum while he is fixing your hair.
“You’re so pretty like this.” Choso’s whisper resonates through your body, which his dilated eyes trail down. “Tell him you’re not interested, and I’ll actually let you cum, hmm?”
You just nod, gulping as he stares so possessively at you. “When?”
“Tonight, I’ll be at your place. He kisses you once more, a brush of his lips like some insane promise, while everything you think you know is flipped. “I’ll be watching for when you tell him.”
With those words, he’s gone, leaving you to try to compartmentalize his words, his demeanor, as you’re aching for him, leaving you wanting twice now. You huff a bit, glaring up at him. “Fine then.”
“You’re so cute.” You scoff as you walk out, and Choso watches with a proud smile as you back off, as you sit right at your desk, and he sees just how soaked he’s made you.
*****
This time, there wasn’t any wine or awkward talk, there was no movie playing, the moment Choso walks in you’re yanking him by his collar, slamming your lips up on his as he locks the door with a click, his hands slipping up your waist. He pulls back for a moment, taking a breath, before he’s picking you up like nothing, and you wrap your arms around his neck.
“You were a good girl, did you tell him you’re mine?” You blink a bit then, confused, brows knitting.
“Yours?”
“Mine. Mine, mine, mine.” He’s whispering now, gripping your ass with his huge hands, earning your whine while he squishes it in his hands. “Did you?”
“I will.” He smiles softly, walking you right to your room, far too familiarly, but you let him, he plops your right down, so the camera will capture the perfect angle, when he starts kissing down your pretty, perfect body.
“You’re being good, a little bit at least.” He’s whispering, dragging your skirt off your hips, revealing another black lace panty, which he touches, finding it dripping with your slick. “Wear new panties every day, they’re all so slutty, do you want people to see her?”
“What? I…”
“Want them looking at what only I should see?” He’s slipping the panties up between your lips, pressing his own cock into your mattress as it’s pulsing from just being this close.
“No. I don’t want them to see.” Your whisper ends him, he laps a hot, wet stripe over panties he has pulled so tight, exhaling at how pretty you are when he looks up at your face, and your hands grip his hair. “I want you to see.”
“Me?” He’s dragging the soaking lace down your thighs, face to face with the pretty pussy he saw on a fuzzy camera, exhaling when he laps your pooling arousal from your slutty little hole. “So you want to drive me fucking crazy?”
“Y-yes…you…” Your sweet murmur along with how you taste ruin him, he’s spreading your plump lips, sucking in a breath as he sees you wide open, feeling your manicured nails pressing into his scalp while your thighs are shaking on either side of his head.
“So you know what you do to me, huh?” He swirls his tongue around your clit, tongue ring hitting it and making you cry out, back arching off the bed. “Answer.”
“N-no I don’t know… I just wanted you to… make a move I-”
“Teasing me? Making me stroke my cock till it hurts? Tsk.” Choso bites at your little clit now, and you’re screaming when he flicks the barbell on your engorged little clit, you’re gushing all down his pretty face. “That’s being bad, you know?”
“I’m s-sorry… you touch your-”
“Oh baby…” He’s looking up under long lashes. “I hope you can make it.”
“Make what!?” Your words are met with a moan as he devours you, shoving your thighs up.
“Hold them up, now.” His dominance not just shocks you, it ends you, the boy you thought you’d suck, ride, show things to, is a fucking menace when it comes to eating pussy.
No one has ever licked you like this, and he’s got two thick digits deep in your pussy, fuck his fingers are bigger than men you’ve been with, you’re spasming around them as you’re rolling your hips up and down. You’re pausing when he’s suffocating against your drooly cunt, his free hand pressing into your thigh, leaving bruises from his fingertips.
“No, fuck my face, like a pretty slut f’me.”
Yep, you’re done.
You do just that, pulling his hair so hard it hurts, as he laps up every bit of your pretty pussy, you’re closer, closer, he feels it, looking up at you with a glistening chin and lips reddened from drinking you. “Cum, let me drink you.”
“Shit…” He’d chuckle but he’s lost in you, in the girl he can’t stop watching, the girl he’s stalked for so long, just begging for him, screaming out, fucking his entire face, up to the straight nose that he buries inside your cunt. “Choso, I’m gonna… f-fuck I’m gonna…”
He just sucks your little clit in his mouth and hums, shoving two fingers and curling them up, when you’re shattering, screaming his name, and he feels himself cumming then, how can he not. His cum is sticking to his boxers, his jeans even, so much white seed pouring when you’re shaking, twitching, and he’s gasping as your thighs tighten on either side of his head.
“F-fuck… oh m-my god…” You’re weak as he leans up, smirking down at you, stroking a cheek. “Let me…”
“No, I’m not done yet.” You blink in confusion, when he stands. “Give me just a minute.”
Before you can process what’s happening, he’s back from the bathroom, and you’re on your knees, wanting to suck him, but he’s shoved you back down, lapping at you again, and you’re so weak, screaming out his name over and over while his tongue ring flicks your clit and he’s scissoring those fingers.
Choso had cleaned up but he’s hard again, you just do something to him, fuck why do you do this!?
“C-can’t take more… fuck me, please…” He smiles on your thigh, he’ll fuck you soon, but you’re not desperate enough yet, don’t need him enough yet.
“Cum again.” His order is met with him dragging your cunt along his face, and tears start falling with overstimulation, you’re hiccuping, pussy throbbing, so overstimulated. He’s smiling down at you, that sweet smile with dark eyes. “Oh, angel, we’re not close to done.”
“Huh? Choso… I came a lot lemme…”
“Not yet. Been waiting too fucking long.” He’s devouring your pussy again, sipping you up as you keep cumming, your pussy so sweet it’s drugging him, he’s got you bent over, fingers moving in and out as he smacks your ass, but never fucking you, just making you cum over and over with his mouth, his hands.
“C-can’t take anymore… p-please, too much…” You whisper, then he clicks his tongue, pressing kisses to your titties, leaving brutal bite marks all over your chest, thumb hitting your now sore clit.
“You’re even more pretty crying, I knew it.” You’re sniffling, tears, drool all mixing when he kisses you, and you taste your pussy on his lips, as he sticks in three, and you’ve cum so much you can barely move, fatigue dragging you with the force of each orgasm. “One more, f’me, hmm?”
“C-can’t… p-please Choso…” He’s grinning now, brushing your hair back sweetly like he wasn’t three fingers in your sore little cunt.
“Begging me, crying for me, look at you. Do you realize how bad you were today?” You sniffle, nodding, but he’s unrelenting, curling three fingers and making you cry in pleasure and pain. “You’ll get fucked when you act right.”
“Please! Too much… mnh!” Choso’s back down eating you out, he’s lapping his tongue inside your hole, you feel every inch of his tongue, down to the texture as he looks up at the mess he’s made you, you feel the lines of his teeth when he grins, pressing up the hood of your clit. “Ah, ah! M’gonna… pass out I…”
“One more time, you can take it. I need to drink more of you.” You’re shaking your head, but you can’t stop the orgasms he elicits to the point where you’re gasping and clinging to him, to stay tethered, but the last thing you remember before you pass out is violet eyes bright, and a white grin from his face.
Choso laps at you after you’re limp, how can he not, he’s already cum again just drinking your juices, but now you’re so sore even in your knocked out state you’re jerking, hissing. He’s exhaling even, and his breath on your clit with those lips spread, he can watch the poor little thing twitch.
“Oh, you’re so sweet, look at you. So comfortable with me.” He cooes, brushing back your hair as your tears are drying all sticky on your face.
He’s sure the camera caught it, but he can’t help taking some pictures for himself later, while you’re so knocked out you lightly snore, while he brushes the dried tears off gently. He goes to clean his cock off again, coming back to clean you up, dress you once more, your body limp and pliant, just begging for him even in your sleep, but Choso wants your first time with you awake.
He can fuck you in your sleep after.
Curiously he sees your phone text, some guy asking if you’re free for coffee on the preview, and Choso scowls furiously, picking it up. It’s a fingerprint lock, he kisses your hand in an apology before he uses your print, and starts scrolling though, seeing the amount of men that are in your dms. You seem to not respond to many, but this just won’t do!
What if one of them tried to take you?
Choso deletes them all, blocking them one by one, and when he’s done he stands up, tucking you in carefully, brushing a kiss on your lax lips.
“Much better. Sweet dreams, angel.”
*****
“Choso Kamo!” You’re shoving at him that morning, right outside of the office building, he blinks curiously, lids lowering.
“Didn’t eat you out enough? Need more?”
“You- what!?” You hold up your phone, earning his dopey grin. “Where are all my numbers?”
“You have your boss, unfortunately. And me.”
“That’s it aside from like my girls, what the fuck!” He’s scowling down at you now, backing you up until you’re against the wall of the building, where anyone could see you all, his thigh between yours.
“You don’t need to talk to them.”
“You’re not even my boyfriend yet-”
“No, I’m more. You’re more. Everything.” You’re whining as he kisses you, feeling the wet spot on his slacks, while he grips the fat of your ass, pulling you down on him. “You don’t need them.”
“I just-”
“Want me to fuck your pretty pussy?” You gulp now, nodding and looking down, shocked at yourself.
What this man does.
This psychotic man.
How can he look like a kitten but be such a deviant little psycho!?
“Then get in the car. Now.”
“But… work, Choso-”
“Now.” You follow him to his car, and he’s driving insanely fast, for a man that has a damn Volvo, the safest car there is, he’s scaring the fuck out of you, when he reaches a hand over, pulling you by your hair, kissing you at the light. “You want it, don’t you?”
“I w-want you, yes.” He moans at the words he’s died to hear.
“Then show me.”
Words and actions that seem so foreign, like the sweet exterior of him is peeling back and revealing how depraved he is, how badly he wants you, when you bend over, unzipping him as the car starts, and you’re bracing yourself on his thigh, revealing a pretty, thick cock. Your cunt starts drooling at feeling him inside your mouth, inside your throat, choking him down deep.
“Fuck… why did you have to make me so mad?” He demands, free hand entangling in your hair as you bob up and down him. “Can’t you see I did it for us, for you, to k-keep you… safe… from- mnh…”
Choso whines out as you’re lapping him up, his hand trailing down your spine to find you soaked, his other hand gripping the steering wheel when he comes to another stop. He has never been one to even let women suck him or give him oral very often, but now he finds he wants to wreck your tight little throat, to stop your bratty mouth, the things you do to him.
“Slutty panties, every day.” You should be concerned, worried maybe, but instead you’re soaking them further, as he hits the gas pedal again, forcing your mouth more on him, your tongue tasting the musky, sweet precum coating your mouth. “All for me?”
“Mmhmm…” Is all you can manage, as he continues torturing you over your panties, and comes to a stop, you are lifted off his cock, he swipes the pretty lipstick smeared on your cheek, slamming his lips down furious.
“Don’t drive me so insane, angel. I can’t take it.” He whispers, violet eyes so dilated they look black as he cups your face so tightly you cry out a bit. “I need you to be mine, no one else’s, can you do it for me?”
You nod weakly, body acting against any better judgement. “Y-yes.”
“You’re being so good for me, finally.” He’s smiling all sweet, as if he wasn’t admitting to being insane, and you can’t find any words to complain, when he picks you up in his arms, your arms wrapping his neck, his hands gripping your ass, you barely take notice of his house, aside from when you start seeing pictures of you all over his desk.
“What… is all…”
“Shh, baby.” He’s got you naked in moments, as you look in horror to see your pictures printed and scattered, you blush as you see lotion and tissues. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
Psycho, he’s psycho…
But your pussy doesn’t really seem to care.
“Are these my panties!?” You demand, gasping when you see two pairs on his nightstand that look just like the ones you’ve had on, and Choso just shrugs a broad shoulder, arm wrapping around your body, hand slipping up to grip your throat, lips plump against your ear.
“You have plenty, too many really.”
“How-”
“Now.” Is all he murmurs, turning you and unzipping your work dress, watching as the goosebumps rise on your precious skin. “You’ll be all mine, say it angel.”
“H-huh?” He yanks that zipper until you’re completely bare, panting breaths making your chest rise and fall in Choso’s large master bedroom, where you start to see more and more things that are yours.
Missing pony tails, single earrings, a bracelet, how much of you is there exactly you wonder with a gulp, as he’s behind your bare body fully clothed. When he slips an arm around your waist, hand slipping down your tummy, making it tremble in response, your head falls back with how good it feels against any better judgement.
“You knew you did this, admit it angel.” His words are honeyed, you can feel his pout on your cheek, while he’s rubbing your clit with one hand, the other holding your body against his, curve of your back on his chest, when he grips a bare breast, squishing it in his hand and overwhelming you with sensations.
“D-didn’t know… this…”
“Tch, can’t speak already? Try… All mine. Mine, say it. Now.”
“I…”
“Now.”
“Yours.” Choso goes feral then, turning you so you’re looking up at him, and he’s cupping your face so tightly, leaning down as your shaky hands pull at the lapels of his jacket. “Please…”
“Begging, you’re so perfect, sweet like this?” You’re gulping as he steps back, eyeing your body and groaning softly, hands slipping down the sides of your breasts, down to your waist, the jut of your hips, as he drinks in your beauty. “Beautiful.”
One moment degrading, the next looking at you precious, his fingers trailing off while he then slips off his top, and you see him shirtless, his tattooed and buff body, muscles over muscles leaning to a narrow waist. A slutty waist, that’s what he has, with red tattoos along one side of his defined ribs, flat nipples, you briefly register one his pierced as he pulls that shirt over his head.
“God…” You’re trailing fingers down his body, and he turns you, until your knees hit the back of his soft bed, and you’re on your back, throwing you around like you’re nothing, slipping his pants off with your help over the plump of his firm ass, hissing when his cock is free.
“No one else can ever touch you.” His words are batshit, but your pussy is drooling, tummy clenching when he lines his blushing tip, all reddened and sticky with precum, right between your glistening folds. “No one can, right? I can’t hear your cute little mumbles.”
“F-fucking… shit…” He’s smiling a bit, yanking up one of your thighs high, positioning himself at your soppy entrance, whimpering as your hot gummy walls now engulf his tip.
“Need to hear you, words, pretty.” He’s acting all sweet, like he doesn't have his huge cock right against your hole, like he doesn’t have a screen watching your room, apps on his phone now to keep track of you, plenty of rope to keep you from leaving if he needs to, no he looks sweet.
“No one but you.” He exhales, shoving his cock inside you then, you hiss at the burn, nails digging into the strong muscles of his back as you arch up.
“G-good girl… fuck you feel perfect, I knew it.” Choso is lost then, your pussy is so tiny, struggling to take him, gushing down his veiny length to accommodate, but he’s already too far gone, he’s thought of this too much, far too much. “So fucking tiny compared to me aren’t you?”
You’re whining pathetically as he fills you, stretches you with several inches, too fucking many, your thighs tremble on his hips as he grips two of your wrists, pressing sweet kisses as he pushes them over your head, sinking in deeper and earning your hiccup of pleasure. “Choso!”
“There it is…” He’s whispering in wonder, you thought Choso would be passionate certainly, after he’d eaten you out until you literally tapped out, but the feral grin on his sweet face when he eyes you is overwhelming. He lets your wrists go to spread your thighs, moaning as he watches your tummy. “Look how big I am inside you, hmm?”
You blush as you see it, your tummy bulging and moving, he’s enamored by it, while he slows his movements, now a hand is touching your tummy, pressing just a bit to feel it. “Too much… it’s…”
“No, baby you can take it, hmm? Just like last night?”
“I passed out!?”
“You’re so pretty like that, in your sleep..” You gasp as he leans over you further, shoving your thighs up against your breasts, until you’re folded in half. “I’ll take care of you even in your sleep, you don’t have to do anything angel.”
“Choso w-what?” He’s lost now, tip slamming your cervix, pounding your pussy so deep while you’re convulsing around his length, cumming with one more slam so deep, and he moans at the sensation.
“I’ll keep fucking you, don’t worry beautiful girl. Wanted this so fuckin’ long, you know? How long…” Your eyes roll back in your skull, body struggling to keep a hold of any sense as your climax rocks through your body, as Choso’s hands press into the backs of your thighs. “God I can’t wait to fill you over and over…”
“Mnh! Too m-much…” It’s too good, when he grinds and rolls his hips, black hairs on his pelvis grinding into your engorged clit, you’re gripping those blankets, sobbing with a trembling lip as he works you, losing himself in you.
“No, you can keep going f’me, huh baby? Nod for me.” You manage a weak nod, and he’s grinning again, leaning back to spit on your clit, in a thin long trail of saliva, rubbing your clit again while sinking in your fluttering walls. “There we go, need you to take all this cum, can you?”
“Y-yes… ah m’gonna-”
“Cum, milk him baby. So good.” You’re cumming as if on command as his rough thumb and spit hits that spot, and you can’t see anything but black spots and the glow of his violet eyes and his brows contorted, when his hand leaves your clit, to press your thighs up higher. “Ready for me to fill her?”
You gulp, nodding weakly as Choso loses himself finally, in your perfect face, covered in those tears that just make him pulsate more as he finally busts his hot, gooey load so deep in your pussy, which is sucking it in greedily. You feel him everywhere as his white ropes fill your hole, coating your contracting walls, while he’s drunk off you.
Drunk and whimpering in your ear while he has your little frame folded right in half for him, your pussy so eagerly taking all he gives, so wet and messy as he kisses your swollen lips. He tastes the salt of your tears, letting your thighs fall finally, one hand entangling in your hair, pulling your head up as his tongue plunders your mouth, the other slipping down your waist, leaving goosebumps.
“God you took so much, you’re so good f’me, look at you.” You’re whining as he pushes deeper, white drizzles falling down his cock, and you blink into focus, to see his face is soft again, sweet again, like your little work bestie. He even has the audacity to blush just a bit when he leans up, caressing your face. “Perfect, pretty slut for me.”
“For you…” You should hate that, but it just makes your pussy clutch his cock, he moans then, easing out with a suctioned wet pop, his heavy cock making a sticky mess as cum starts pouring from your puffy lips. “Ah! F-fuck…”
“Look at all this, don’t you want all my cum baby?” He asks with a pout, shoving two fingers back in your pussy, watching the cum disappear with a smile.
“Too s-sensitive- you’re c-crazy…”
“You haven’t seen it all yet, baby.”
Choso has you bent over, ass in his face as he’s eating you out from the back, while you’re gripping his sheets, headboard banging on the wall when he’s back inside you, deeper like this. He has you cumming again and again, eventually tying you right up to the headboard, ropes digging tightly in your skin as he looks down at you, covered in him.
His cum, his handprints, his bites.
His, you’re his.
“I need some pictures, pretty, just a moment?” You’re delirious as you shake your head, tugging at the knots he has you in, but he’s already up, and for a brief moment you take in the surroundings, of all the things he’d stolen.
You panic momentarily when he’s back, and he’s smiling with a lidded gaze, caressing your cheek gently, down the curve of your neck. “Choso?”
“I’ll untie you, I won’t just leave you like this. Well…”
“Choso…”
“I won’t, don’t worry pretty.” He’s thinking of it, of never letting you leave the bed, he could just feed you right, keep you tied at the wrists when you needed things-
Nah.
He shouldn’t.
Right?
“You won’t leave me now, hmm?” He’s pressing kisses on your forehead so sweetly, as you sniffle just a bit, shaking your head, earning his exhale relief. “Just a few pictures.”
Choso’s snapping them then, dark messy hair falling over his brow, adding them to the collection of photos of you inside your home, from out your window mostly, along with those from last night, of course he’d printed them. He’s positioning you just so, pressing sweet kisses while he snaps away on his phone, finally releasing your wrists, rubbing them so gently.
“Are you alright, angel?” He is frowning, so concerned like he didn’t have a growing collection of your things, you just nod a bit, as he sees where your vision heads, sighing. “I’ve had a… crush.”
“A crush?”
“Well, a really big crush. I’m in love with you.” He’s cupping your face now, smiling down at you. “Maybe I was a little shy?”
You blink before bursting into laughter, you’re losing it, you may just die or be trapped here, but you’re too fucked out to comprehend it. “Shy?”
“Yeah. You’re just so perfect, I needed the right moment. But you were bad, weren’t you? Made me so jealous.” He’s glaring, hand tightening around your throat as he kisses your lips so tenderly, thumb on your fluttering pulse. “You won’t make me jealous again, right baby?”
You shake your head, letting him kiss you now.
Choso has no intentions of letting you go, it’s the next morning and you can barely walk as he’s grinning at you, shirtless and handsome, cooking up pancakes and all sorts of yummy things. Your tummy growls in response, trying to forget the horror as you’d seen you were his pc background even, his phone background, finding more and more things all over.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He comes to you, flour on his cheek which you brush off with a trembling hand. “You should skip work today.”
“I can’t…”
“You can, don’t worry. It’s for the best, that's all, you can stay here.”
“Choso, so soon?”
“I can’t have you working, I need you home, our home. Eating good…” He’s forking a bite of pancake into your mouth, as horror mixed with the sweetness mixes in your body.
“I mean, just a day off?”
“Sure, a day.” He’s smiling brightly, as if he hasn’t already sent your boss a video of your cum pouring out of your pretty hole.
He’s sure he enjoyed it, but maybe not the not so friendly message associated with it.
But you won’t need that job anyway!
“Okay, a day won’t hurt.” You sit down and wince, sore from the endless amounts of times he’d stuffed you full with his cock.
“You need tylenol and coffee!” He’s quick to grab them for you, sitting next to you, brushing your hair back as you swallow the pills so quickly, he brushes back your hair gently, oh he’s so proud of you. “Good girl, hmm? You’re gonna feel better soon.”
Choso is BATSHIT in this my god ahaha, I cracked up writing the donut scene AND the end- TYSM again for 9k followers I am so glad you all enjoy my bullshit lol. Love you all and see you in the comments hehe <3
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