Raised in a strict christian home, you were pure innocence when he first met you. Not a speck of filth in your cleanly little head.
You wore moderate clothing, never showing too much skin, talked gently and held up behavior that rivaled mother Theresa.
Your family had sheltered you well over your childhood and teenage years, too bad he was there to ruin all their efforts.
He wormed his way into your life sneakily. Playing the perfect friend and then the picture perfect boyfriend.
You and your parents didn't have to know about the two other guys from your class that tried to ask you out. I mean, anything could've happened to them, right?
But sooner than later, he started pushing his luck with you. You didn't say anything at first. He was your first boyfriend, so you didn't know any better about what was normal and what wasn't he relished in that, so he was really only teaching you right?
So you ignored his hands too high on your thighs or too low on your back. Ears burning and avoiding his eyes.
But he wasn't stupid no.
He always made sure his good behavior outweighed the bad. So he prepped kisses all over your face every morning to wake you up, making you giggle and blush in a way that he almost enjoyed more than the way he could kiss lower and lower without you stopping him over time.
When it was finally time to meet your parents, he put on his best clean jeans and a white button up, secretly rehearsing the Bible verses your parents would probably want to hear and of course the promises to your older siblings to keep you safe and guarded.
You brothers annoyed him greatly even just that one evening, treating him like a slug on its way to ruin their sister well he was he did his best to pretend not to notice their caution around him though.
By the end of the night he had your whole family wrapped around his finger, you even more so, now that your family approved of him.
So, it's alright if he pushed a little on the boundaries of your purity rule right?
He already got you acclimatized to some steamy make out sessions with him months ago. After all, there's nothing wrong in 'celebrating' God's creation right?
"wait- ..wait what're you-" you panted heavily, his lips stealing all your breath from you while his hands slid down between your legs. "I told you..- to wait..!" You whined as he bit a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.
"it's fine pretty, no penetration right?" He muttered against your neck, knowing exactly that it wasn't what you told him.
His fingers started rubbing up and down your panty clad slit, making you lose not only your breath but your string of thoughts.
He swam in the sweet moans and whimpers he pulled from you with just these few touches.
You'd obviously never been touched like that before, the sensation was sweet and downright addicting.
But you somehow still managed to regain your composure, pulling him away from in-between your legs.
"stop it.., you jerk." You whimmered, face flushed and frowny. Despite the fact he was about to get a scolding, he couldn't help the tug of a smirk on his lips.
You looked cute when you thought you were bossy.
"I know we're gonna wait till marriage, but I'm just a man, pretty." He tilted his head, hand running up and down your thigh. "Besides, your parents wouldn't have approved of me if I ever did something to you that wasn't in your best interest, you know that, don't you?" Now he was scolding you.
You huffed, but nonetheless nodded meekly.
You were gonna make him melt.
"so it's alright, just let me." He continued kissing down your body, over your chest, tits still concealed, but he'd work in that next. Then down your tummy and finally reaching the cute little bow on your pink panties.
You shut your eyes and tilted your head away. You were so embarrassed. You wanted to run, off the bed and get your clothes but you also wanted to see where this was going. Where he was going to go with you.
The deep hot pressure building low in your stomach felt like torture, the only thing that seemingly calmed the burn was his prodding touch.
Your stomach lurched as you felt him hook his fingers into the sides of your under. "-Wait! Can .. can I keep them on please..?" Your eyes were pleading, big and wet and pitiful.
"f'course pretty." He chuckled against your lips, fingers rubbing your clit through your underwear.
He kept you busy with his lips, kissing you silly so you hopefully wouldn't notice how you're supposed to be against all of this.
Your hands clung to his shoulders, running through his hair and tugging every time he circled your bud just right.
Your sighs grew higher in their pitch, thighs quaking on either sides of his waist. You choked out a little moan. "..hahh..'t feels weird.." You were basically drooling now.
Mind foggy and thoughts swimming.
"cumming for me?" His fingers kept his steady circling. He couldn't believe how easy you were.
He watched you writhe as you finally came in your panties, shuddering and gasping, but your expression early satisfied.
After a few seconds of catching your breath, post but clarity also caught up to you.
Your face flushed even deeper, rolling on your side and curling in on yourself.
"what's wrong?" He chuckled, already having a good idea of what was going on in that little head of yours. You mumbled something along the lines of 'so embarrassing..' before managing to croak out a proper line of words.
"This is so wrong..m not supposed to even..uhg.." you groaned into your hands.
He flopped down behind you, pulling you against his chest and trying not to let you feel his raging hard on.
He couldn't wait to get his dick on you.
But that would have to wait.
First, he'd have to slowly wean you off your family and silly little purity rules.
Heyyy! I love ur writing! Do you think you could write another chapter of the yandere therapist x patient again? And if you write smut, could you do that too? You donโt have to, just a suggestion (itโd also probably be dubcon at best considering reader is drugged out lmao)
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Y! Therapist x asylum patient! Reader
Giggling and kicking my feet wym you love my writing (โงโฝโฆ)
I'm also tryna make this more from the Yan! Perspective, let's see if that even works the way I want it to.. this is super long too...js like my dih
Yes, he had prescribed you a higher dosage of your medication and yes it was working.
But now, a couple of weeks later, he wondered if that was still what he wanted with you.
Of course, you have become way more docile than before. No more glaring or yelling. No more cussing him out. Now, you had that foggy look glazed over your eyes, which don't get him wrong, he found absolutely adorable.
The way your eyes looked all soft and confused was a sight he could drown in.
But, without all that rage bubbling in you, you seemed so ..hollow.
In fact, since the up page you hadn't said a word to him. Three sessions spent in absolute silence.
Y! Therapist was strong man, but not that strong. He couldn't stand seeing you across from him.
Right there physically, but with your mind God knows where.
He wanted you, mind and body.
He had done so well before. Being able to be the source of your deep stirred emotion. Yes, even if those emotions were making you want to kill him.
He missed the fire in you. That sharp edge he had constantly toyed with. That sharp edge that made you follow the words of half a stranger and ended you up here, with him.
You weren't the girl he had seen that night anymore.
The one with blood on her face and a look in your eyes that rivaled the insanity of a rabid animal.
No. Now you were just a husk of that if anything.
He would make you acknowledge him, though, don't worry. Medicated or not, one way or another, he'd get you to feel about him again.
But well, he still had to wait.
He couldn't change your dose that quickly without messing something in your already wrecked head up.
He didn't want to be the reason that last little screw was knocked loose in your head.
But he tried to stay on the bright side of it.
He should just enjoy your pliant demeanor while it lasts.
Enjoy the fact you cant won't fight back.
An opportunity was granted to him sooner than he would've thought.
A heavy cold front rolled over the country, delivering 19 inches of snow. The streets were icy, and downright dangerous. Few people came into work that week.
One of those few was him of course.
He couldn't stay away from you, even for a day. Not when you were right there, all helpless and waiting for him.
Being short-staffed actually came in favor of him. A few nurses did come in, but only barely enough to cover each patient sector.
He spent his day going through his assigned patients, making sure everything was the way it should be. But he was buzzing the whole time, hardly concentrating on the patients that weren't you.
By late evening, a few of the nurses had gone home as well. There were probably a total of five people in the whole establishment.
Perfect for paying you a small visit.
He had already taken care of any cameras in your room. They were so faulty and staff was so overworked that one camera error wouldn't be noticed for days.
He had a pep in his step as he walked down the familiar hall to your room. A satisfied feeling settling in his stomach as he opened the door.
You sat on your bed, back pressed into the far corner of it, legs pulled to your chest. Your arms were still secured in the straitjacket that a nurse was supposed to have removed hours ago. Well, only made it easier for him in case you did have some fight left in you.
Your eyes stared at the floor, your little thoughts flying around God knows where.
You blearily looked up at him, blinking drowsily. It took you a few moments to recognize him, your brain feeling like goo and when you did, your body tensed.
"How are you doing, sweet girl." A familiar question, but it held a foreign weight to it. Your back pressed further into the corner of the room.
Your mouth opened, lips twitching like they were trying to form a sentence but failed. "..wh-what.."
He could only guess if the question was directed at him or yourself.
"it's alright, don't strain yourself with talking." He mused, stepping closer to you, eyes fixed on your drowsy, trembling form on the bed.
He closed the distance between himself and the edge of your bed quickly. Your whimmered as his hands closed around your ankles pulling you down the mattress towards him.
You shook your head, incoherently mumbling. Your legs twitched in a manner that he guessed was your best attempt at thrashing as he pulled your shorts down your legs.
He ran his hands over your exposed upper thighs, kneading the flesh like it was his purpose.
He waited years for an opportunity like this.
Claiming you inside and out.
He spread your thighs, eyes fixed on your panty clad cunt. He ran his thumb over your slit, not at all missing the way your back immediately twitched off the bed.
"Someone's extra sensitive, hm?" He mused, chuckling at the way you nodded stupidly. Everything happened too fast for your influenced brain to compensate.
All you knew right now, was that the man standing between your legs was making you tingly in the best way possible.
You gasped sharply as he applied a modest amount of pressure on your clothes clit, breath immediately heaving from the feeling.
Every nerve was running overdrive. Firing from even the slightest touches.
"So worked up already, sweets?" He chuckled Drily. "How are you gonna take the real thing if you're already twitchy from this?" He mused as he discarded your underwear on the ground.
He eased a finger in, the penetration increasingly eased by the wetness that came from his prior teasing touches.
He found your sweet spot in what had to be record time. Your hips were twitching, eyes rolling already.
Timid moans started spilling from your lips, sounds he'd die for, really. A second finger soon joined in, further increasing the sensation and volume.
".. please.. please-" you cut yourself off with a louder moan as he hit your spot particularly good. "Please what? I thought you already knew how to use your bug girl words?"
"wan.. want more." Your hips rolled into him. "You are something, really." He sighed almost breathlessly. He didn't think he'd ever the any more enamoured by you, but here you were proving him wrong.
Litterally laying helplessly infornt of him, no way to run or fight and then tempting him even more with your sweet, sweet pleas.
His unoccupied hand shook, buried in the sheets next to your head. He wanted to keep restraining himself. Take it slow. Not overwhelm you too much.
But fuck you were making him it hard.
He pulled his fingers out, watching the strings of arousal snap between them. You whined at the temporary loss, abdom still tight with need.
He was about to burst at the seams. Could you get any more endearing?
He made himself space between your legs, placing them around his waist. You were letting him move you around like a doll.
He undid his fly and belt, freeing himself just as much as necessary. Before you could whine again, he positioned his tip at your entrance. The pressure alone made your legs quiver.
Your breathing got more and more laboured.
You slipped a loud whine when he finally pushed in. As much as he moved your noises, he still had to be atleast a little careful. Couldn't have anyone ruining the moment now.
"shhh." He pushed a finger to your open lips. "Gotta be quiet now, you understand that?" He coed.
"m' sorry..didn't mh-mean it." You whimmered, only to immediately squeak up again as he entered a other inch. "Just can't keep quiet huh?"
You kept slurring out apologies, empty headed as he flipped you on your stomach.
Before you fully realized the new position, he pushed in again. In one, swift thrust this time.
You squealed in the sheets, butt pushing agaist his pelvis.
You didn't know if you wanted it deeper or for him to pull out again. Your thoughts were swimming.
A little voice in the back of your head shouted for you to run from it, from him. But the need and burning sensation his cock brought you were louder.
It was so hard to think with him so deep in your guts.
"Hmmmng..- 'so deep..!" You muffled out into the fabric underneath you. "Yeah? Can feel all the way up in here?" He rasped, placing his palm over your stomach.
You nodded desperately , tears starting to form in the corner of your eyes. A heavy hand was placed at the back of your head, pushing your face into the mattress below you.
Swiftly, he started building his pace.
Long steady thrust that had your eyes rolling, pulling out until only his tip was left buried in you, before thrusting all of him back in.
Your legs kicked weakly, still unsure whether to embrace or reject the steadily building pleasure.
His thrust gradually sped up, until a rhythmic clapping filled the small room. Your moans grew in volume as he found his tact, head still pushed into the pillow that now did little to conceal your noises.
"didn't I tell you to be quiet? Why can you never listen to me." He sighed deeply, switching his grip from pushing down, to tangling in your hair and pulling your head up.
He leant down to the level of your face, hips pressing flush against your ass. Your eyes crossed from the pressure of dick being pressed this deep.
Your mouth opened in a silent scream. He immediately took advantage, engulfing your mouth with his lips, tongue running against your own.
This was definitely a better way to shut you up rather than suffocating you.
Once you started squirming from light headedness and he ran out of breath, he released your mouth after one last nasty lick over your lips.
He quickly switched his tongue for his fingers, he couldn't count on you to keep quiet after all.
He picked up his pace quickly, resuming his goal of fucking even the last remains of functioning brain out of you.
You drooled around his fingers, the tight feeling in your gut growing quickly. You babbled messily around his fingers.
Whether to warn him or make him stop, you didn't know.
Everything was too much.
Your brain was trying its best to catch up to your current circumstances, but the way he kept hitting your sweetest spots over and over made it even harder to string a thought together.
In a last attempt to do anything against your growing distress, your jaw clamped down around his buried digits.
Y! Therapist only hissed a little, before thrusting deliberately hard into your poor cunt. "Can't behave yourself at all, sweet girl?" He grunted, smirk growing as your teeth sunk deeper into his skin, surely close to drawing blood.
"do I have to start calling you a brat instead?" His free hand rubbed tight circles on your clit that had your hips bucking. "Because you sure are behaving like one." He leaned down, nose buried in your neck.
He felt the way your velvety walls were trembling and fluttering around him, a more than clear indicator of your incoming orgasm.
"at least say please," his breaths got laboured as he started nearing his end too. "So you can redeem yourself at least a little bit."
He somehow managed to get his fingers out from the clutches of your teeth, leaving you the room for the polite ask he demanded of you.
"You can do it, just one word." It was his turn to bite you, as he leaned down to sink his teeth into your neck.
"..please- please..!" you almost sobbed, still at a loss of what to do. But right now? All you could think about was the release he was about to bring you.
Your body wound tight, arms struggling against your restraints as you locked up in dreadful anticipation.
As the tension finally snapped, y! Therapist just managed to shove your face back into the sheets, muffling your cries.
"fuck..such a sweet thing you are." He grunted, hips stuttering with the way your walls clamped around him. He buried himself to the hilt inside of your warm cunt before cumming deep in your guts.
Your legs were still trembling by the time he caught his breath.
He took a moment to soak in the sight of you. Curled in on yourself, shivering and spent. Not to mention his cum still dripping from you.
He gathered your clothes from off the ground, pulling your panties and shorts up your legs, trapping his seed inside of you.
He pressed a kiss to your temple that was almost soft, if not for the underlying possessiveness.
Your eyes fluttered shut.
He huffed a small smile. He really did a number on you, huh?
This Yan! Duo is my favorite if it consists of a y!sunshine and a grumpy!Y.
I love when their rivalry is so established in the story and their behavior that it just doesn't stop after they've accepted the fact they have to work together now.
Their demeanor is just so vastly different that they keep arguing about how they should go about reacting to the things you do.
When you lash out because you want to 'go home' -silly you, you're already home- Y!Sunshine would rather be coddling you.
Why were you yelling so much?
You can use your adult words, no need to cry!
Why won't you calm down and talk to them about what will make you feel better?
Grumpy!Y takes a meaner approach to your tantrums.
You say you want to go home? Or better yet scream at him?
You're getting some sort of punishment, definitely.
Maybe gagging you for a few days, so you remember your talking privileges will help.
Oh, you're behaving like a child? Expect to be treated as one, then.
He won't hesitate putting you on time out.
Meaning he'll lock you away alone in a cold room for a couple of hours.
So obviously, with both of them there, they'll argue about what to do with you.
Y!sunshine is already on their way over to you, wanting to embrace and comfort you as soon as possible, but Grumpy!Y intervenes.
"what do you think you're doing? With the way you let them do everything they'll only end up spoiled."
"They're just a little upset! I'll cheer them up and we can talk it out, right, darling?" Y! Sunshine pulls you closer, ignoring the way you try to shove him away from you. "You're so gullible. They need to learn some manners." Grumpy!Y scoffs under his breath.
But when they do agree on something?
Oh boy..
It should be obvious by the absolute fortress of a house they placed you in, that they'd be able to get anything done, rivalry aside. You could throw a chair at the kitchen window and not find a scratch on it after.
Same said to anything else they needed to get done in order to keep you.
Wanna try to reject food to act out the smallest bit of autonomy you still had?
Well, get ready for Y! Sunshine to hold you still while Grumpy! Y forces an entire meal down your throat.
Not without the encouragement from Grumpy! Y of threatening you to eat it again if you vomit.
They can be a good team, even with their differences.
At the end of the day, whatever keeps you safe is what counts.
I mean, they told you every other day. If they were lying on your chest, snuggling into your neck, taking deep breaths to burn your scent into their lungs.
They'd murmur it into your neck, a silent promise of devotion just for you.
"i would kill for you any day, my darling."
"Okay.." you ran your hands through their hair. "..but let's not do that until I tell you to.. alright?" You knew something was knocked loose in their head.
But you didn't want to leave them alone with the insanity in their head either.
They hummed a muffled conformation into your shoulder, wiggling deeper into your embrace.
You swallowed a little. You didn't know if your words actually stopped them from any violence, but you could sure try, right?
You could always squeeze their hand after someone bumped shoulders with you in public, drawing them away from glaring or causing a ruckus.
And you'd keep doing so.
You loved your partner too after all, though in a different way than they loved you
Your hands scrambled over the soft satin sheets ina desperate attempt to somegow ground yourself,unsuccessfully so.
Your eyes were glued to the back of your head, only the whites of them showing. Satoru let out a breathy chuckle above you, his sky blue orbs drowning in the sight of your pleasure struck body.
His dick twitched deep inside your guts, his thrusts pushing your writhing body further up themattress."Don't tap out on me already, sweets." He huffed, also out of breath already --but he wouldn't ever let you know that--"'M just getting started with ya.." he mumbled, almost to himself yet you could've still heard him if his cock wasn't stirring your brain into mush.
"'Think- think 'm gonna cum!" Your back arched as you managed to somehow spit out your desperate pleas. Your eyes flicked up to Suguru, patiently sitting by your head, waiting for his turn."Pleasee!Uhhnmm- please let me cum sugu!" Your teary eyes met his, only briefly locking before your body convulsed in another wave of pleasure.
Suguru felt his chest swell a little. Despite being fucked stupid by another man --well, his best friend to be fair-- you still didn't forget about your sweet boyfriend waiting his turn patiently in the sidelines.
"What are you asking me for, darling? This aint up to me right now." he smiled , redirecting your field of vision on Satoru.
"pluh- please let me cum Toru?" you were whining, desperate for relieve now. all the waiting was overstimulating you beyond blief."Such a sweet girl, asking for permission hm?" satoru smiled, reaching is hand down to rub tight circles on your puffy clit."go ahead sweet girl. cum for me."
Your eyes rolled back almost immediatly, back locking up s you finally tippedover the edge, pulling Satoru right with you. you cried out, whining and writhing as your orgasm made your legs shake around Satoru's waist.
Satoru toppled over at the spasming of your cunt around his cock, gasping and sputtering if he had aIl the wind knocked out of him."fuuuuck..your pussy's a killer, sweets." He panted in your neck, grinding his hips into yours, riding off the remnants of your orgasm.
You were still lost in the after-glow of your high s your boyfriend and his friend switched places, Suguru now taking his place between your legs.a soft kiss was placed on your forehead, making a soft whine fall from your lips.
Suguru would never admit it, frankly not even to himself, but seeing his best friend dick-down his girlfriend was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. "Ready or not." He whispered in your ear, making shivers run up and down your spine. his rounded tip pressed up against your entrance, making you tense a little before he finally sunk thefirst few inches of his lentgh inside of you.
"Hahh..suguruuu~" you burried your face into his shoulder, whining from his heavy stretch. no matter for how long you had been together, you didn't think you could or would ever adjust to the sheer girth of him inside of you.
You swore you could feel him in your stomch once he bottomedd out, sheated snuggly against you cervix. you sputtered out a few gasps and needy whines of his name while he let you adjust.
"damn, is that a stomach bulge?!" Satoru gasped from the sidelines before pouting."I didn't check wether I made one! That's so unfair, I wanna go again to check!" He whined, frowning like a toddler, while simultaneously lining himself up with your mouth.
"yeah, yeah..We'll see." Suguru brushed him off "see what?" Satoru bickered back."wether or not our sweet girl can still handle some after me." e smiked cheekily, rocking his hips into yours.
there wasn't any build up, just straight up plowing into your poor soverly-sensitive pussy. A large gasp was knocked from your lungs, your back arching off the bed from the pleasuring tremors running through your body.
Whines were spilling from your lips every time his rounded tip pummeled into your seetwest spots. "Fuck! Sugu! feels so good, so g-good! hah-"
"shhh, its alright sweetheart. Now be good and open wide for Satoru yeah?" as soon as the request left his lips you stuck your tounge out, mouthagape waiting for Satoru to take Initiative. He didnt make you wait too long, pushing in as soon as you did, muuffling your moans as he buried himself deeply into your throat.
Your noises were muffled now, but still escaping despite the way Satoru was stuffing your throat. You gagged and drooled anytime he'd hit the back of your mouth."Hah- shit pretty.. you're amazing."
Satoru brushed a strand of hair out of your face,a stake contrast to the way you were getting fucked from both ends.
"now, Satoru. You ain't gonna steal her from me now, are you?" Suguru thrusted deeper, making your hips jolt. A whine vibrated out of your chest, making Satoru tip his head back."No promises." He groaned in response.
Satoru's hips stuttered, before spilling down your throat. He pulled out watching amazed as you didn't spill a single drop. He marveled at the way you were absolutely soiled in spit and cum.
Now that your mouth was free again, your pretty moans spilled free again."Damn.."' Satoru sighed. "Can I record next time?"
"Next time?" Suguru raised a brown at him."Already decided that without me?" He laughed."Don't pretend you didn't get hard seeing me fuck your girlfriend." Satoru huffed."Got me." Suguru shrugged.
"I got some already tough. I'ma send them later." Suguru assured, making you whine in embarrassment as you hid your face in the sheets. "Ah, ah," Suguru scolded."No hiding pretty."
"m sorry."' Your legs shook against his waist."Don't worry pretty, it's alright." He pressed a kiss to your cheek, before folding you in half, ankles by your ears. You gasped at the new angle. He was so deep like this.
His thrusts sped up, thumb circling your clit. He knew you liked it nice and slow on your clit while he was going hard on your cunt."Gonna cum again!"
You were twitching under him, trying to run away and to him at the same time.
Not like he'd let you do either pinned under him."Go ahead, pretty" He groaned."I'm right behindHis thrusts sped up, thumb circling your clit. He knew you liked it nice and slow on your clit while he was going hard on your cunt."Gonna cum again!"
You were twitching under him, trying to run away and to him at the same time.
Not like he'd let you do either pinned under him. "Go ahead, pretty" He groaned."I'm right behindbl you." He was hardly thrusting anymore, rutting and grinding against your poor sensitive walls, tip rubbing against your g-spot with every move.
Suguru glanced at his friend before stopping. "Put your damn phone away Satoru."
mb 4 cutting but y'all this draft is from August I finished this in February...
Y'all the fanfic author curse has hit me, I fell off my horse and broke my right collarbone. It broke in two places and I'll be needing surgery, so...that's that
When Satoru Gojo of all people asked you to be his first, you thought it'd be great.
Taking the rains and embarrassing that smug bastard a little during his first time, that humbling experience of finishing way too early?
You'd never let him live it down.
But then again, it was Satoru Gojo, who was so stupidly good at everything he did.
Still you were surprised by his exceedingly good performance, which was simply fancy phrasing for he fucked your brains out good.
"shit- you feel so good pretty." Satoru grunted in your ear. He had you on your back --one thing that didn't go to plan as well-- legs around his waist.
You were nearing your nth orgasm of the night, he was so deliciously girthy, tip nudging all the sweetest spots in you. "Fuck Satoru, take it down a notch" you gasped. He was going so fast, no wonder he was nutting every five minutes, but you lacked the comprehensibility to mock him for it.
"what," He smirked, not letting up in the slightest. "Can't keep up?"
You wanted to smack him real bad, but his hands were faster, sneaking down between your legs. His thumb rolled sloppily over your clit.
"Not like that toru," you whined, hips twitching. "slower."
Another thing about this annoyingly smug idiot was his amazing perception. He immediately adjusted the speed of his thumb, experimenting with pressure until he had your eyes rolling.
"oh my godd" your back was lifting off the mattress, heat coiling tight in your gut. You felt your spine tingle as you orgasm built up.
The pressure of his tip rummaging through your poor soppy cunt and his hands on your clit through you head first into another release. Your thighs clamped around him, nails digging in his back.
"fuck, fuck - can't clench like that baby. I'm gonna cum again." He threw his head back with a groan before collapsing on top of you.
A few more moments were spent like this, breathing heavily, limbs tangled together in a hot sticky, sweaty mess.
"Satoru," you started, eyes glued to the ceiling. "be honest. Were you actually a virgin.." He chuckled against your cheek. "Was I that good? Well, can't say I am surprised."
"So, how are we doing today, dear? 'heard we had a little tantrum earlier today."
You never wanted to rip someones face off more. Him and his god awful smile, put together demeanor. You would tear it all apart if it wasn't for the handcuffs securing your wrists together, along with the security standing by the door.
The way he was sitting there, composed and smiling, as if he wasn't the one who should be wearing those shitty blue paper scrubs.
"shut up." You didn't meet his eyes, gaze fixed on the miniature stains on the medical steel table. He only sighed pitifully.
"Now, weren't we past that already..?" He tilted his head a little, smile still on his face, but it didn't quite reach his copper colored eyes.
You knew he hated when you ignored him or talked back. Anything that wasn't absolute compliance ticked him off.
"You know, we will never be able to take the next step if you refuse to take it-"
"As if you wanted me to!" Your hands slammed on the table aggressively, the rattle echoing around the room. "You're the reason I'm in here in the first place, you fucking psycho!" You shot up from your chair, pushing it back making screech against the floor.
He looked unbothered, at ease even, as security rushed in to pin you back down on the chair. Your anger was only fueled further as your therapist calmly scribbled down a few notes.
Once both your wrists were cuffed to the chair and security left, his eyes met yours again.
"What was that about, dear?" His words still sounded professional, but the degrading tone in his voice was ever present.
Your fingers trembled against the chair, lips sealed tight. "Won't answer me, hm?" He hummed taking a few more notes. "Well, we will talk again tomorrow." He stood up, walking over to you.
He cupped your jaw to make you look at him, smoothing his thumb over your cheek, despite your hateful glare.
"Don't miss me too much, sweet thing." His hand left your jaw.
"fuck you."
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After your outburst, your medication was changed to a higher concentration. out felt dizzy and disconnected from yourself. Your body but also your mind.
But no matter how bad you felt, you couldn't forget how much you hated that man.
"[L/n], it's time for your appointment."
You sat on your bed staring at the wall ahead of you. "I don't want to go. He's a bastard." You croaked out, voice rough and quiet.
The nurse smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, he is a highly trained therapist, you will feel better after talking to him-" you cut him off. "No. I won't..!" Your throat closed up. "He- He's evil. It's his fault- that I'm here." You hiccuped. Tears were forming in your eyes.
Despite your foggy mind, you still knew exactly why you hated him.
You were originally brought here for double homicide on your father and brother. Your sentence had been changed form prison to asylum, after being deemed unstable in court. Nobody believed you when you told them it was one of the states most prestigious therapists idea to coax you into violence.
You knew him since forever. He was a friend of your mother, a good couple of years younger than her.
Your father had killed her for thinking she cheated with the younger, smarter, better looking man. You had cried for days, your only comfort was him.
His words were soft, as he told you that your poor mother didn't deserve this, she could've - should've lived longer.
And how she wasn't going to get any revenge from anyone.
His words build you up only to kick you right back in the dust.
He talked about injustice right after excusing your helplessness. And how your father deserved anything that came to him in life.
Maybe, you were unstable.
Unstable enough to believe his rage sparking words. Unstable enough to kill your brother when he tried to pull you off your bleed father.
You remember how he looked almost proud, as he stood in the small crowd of bystander when you were pulled into a police car, blood on your hands and shirt.
"Feeling better today, dear?"
You physically startled at his voice. When had you gotten here?
You blinked slowly, disoriented and confused. He chuckled a little. "The new uppage of the dose really did a number on you, as it seems."
He couldn't get over how adorable you looked when you were all vulnerable, and not glaring at him like you wished him to the grave. Although he liked it when you were more spicy as well.
"Is there anything you would like to talk about today?" He asked, as if you weren't on the verge of slipping drool.
"I hate you..." You murmured. A muscle jumped in his jaw.
You have dreaded this day since the day you were ten. Or maybe you have been dreading this man since you were nine.
You have never liked Naoya.
Whether it was the way he'd always talk down to everyone, or the fact he wouldn't or maybe even couldn't tie his own sandals. Either way, all you remember feeling about this man since a very young age was deep annoyance.
You always and immediately wanted to groan when he opened his spoiled mouth, or even came close to you really.
So logically, the day poor little twelve year old you found out that he would be your husband.. you were not having it.
"this isn't up to discussion, child. Marriage isn't about love when you're born into our clans family." Your mother had excused you temper tantrums. "Do you think I married your father because I wanted to? Weak women wither first, get yourself together."
But the worst part was Naoya, really. He was so damn smug about the whole situation, especially entering your teen years.
His family's misogynistic ways imprinted even more on his in that time. He'd make sure to always walk in front of you, or he did until you started tripping him every time he did it.
This bickering would go on anytime you interacted with each other.
And it didn't stop even now.
Your twentieth birthday was only a month ago, yet here you were. Already with a ring in your finger that felt like a cuff around your ankle.
Throughout the whole day and ceremony, he kept whispering filth in your ears. About what would come later, after the ceremony.
You struggled with not making faces, or confronting him about how he was going to be a father if he didn't know how to wipe a counter.
His wandering hands were only a side dish to his primitive words. You took more deep breaths than you spoke words that day.
Your back was bare against the expensive fabric of your shared futon, Naoya slotted between your legs like he owned the place, which he maybe did. His fingers were working you for what felt like an eternity.
Prodding and scissoring, effectively stretching you for what's to come later. You tried your best not to spare him any sounds, only quiet gasps and broken whimpers slipping past your lips.
"Not gonna sing for me, bridie?" He mocked, his damn smirk still plastered on his face. His thumb came to push on your clit.
Your hips jolted, a breath getting stuck in your throat. You bit down on your lip, feeling pressure build up in your gut.
Naoya noticed in the way your breath faltered and your insides twitched. "Wife's are supposed to answer to their husbands you know." His free hand came to squish your cheeks together.
You yanked your face from his hand. "Fuck off-hn..!" Naoya shook his head condescendingly. "All this time and you still don't have any manners."
Your orgasm was creeping up on you even further, spine tingling and arching right as you were about to tip over the edge.
Naoya withdrew his fingers from your sopping cunt. Watching in something close to delight as you squirmed from the sudden loss of friction.
"Just admit you like the way I touch you." He pressed a mock kiss to your cheek. "'would make things so much easier on you, y'know."
"you're so damn annoying." You huffed out through heaved breaths. Naoya dismissed your comment with an eye roll.
"Whatever.." his hands grasped your thighs. "C'mon wifey. Spread 'em for me." He parted you legs, taking his time observing everything between them.
His thumb swept up your slit, parting your glistening folds for his prying eyes to reach even further. You didn't meet his eyes once he looked at your face again.
He gave himself a few preparing strokes, before lining up with your oozing entrance. Your fingers dug into the sheets next to you, trembling the slightest.
"what, you scared?" Naoya taunted you, starting to push himself in.
The burn wasn't as bad as you thought it'd be, despite the strength making your toes curl. Now you were almost thankful for the foreplay he put you through.
Your hips squirmed underneath him, cunt fluttering around him. "Don't-" His fingers dug into your sides until his knuckles turned white. "Don't - do that." His voice didn't sound as cocky as it did any other time he spoke. It was more pressed, like he was barely holding himself together.
His face disappeared into the crook of your neck, expression pinched and twitching.
Fuck, you were tighter than he expected.
He squeezed his eyes shut to stop them from rolling back.
Would he even be able to bottom out fully before --shit.
Your expression twitched too, but into a surprised one. You felt warmth spilling inside of you. Along with Naoya's huffing in your neck, your could paint yourself a picture of what happened.
"..Did you-"
"shut up..!" He was even trembling a little. "I..didn't." he insisted, despite not even being asked anything in particular.
His breathing was labored, trying to get himself together. "Fuck.. you're..- doing this on purpose..!" He barked, grinding his hips weakly into yours.
" 'you need a moment?" You asked, half mockingly half concerned.
You didn't think you ever saw him as embarrassed and exposed as now before.
"I'm fine.." He huffed out. "Don't - need condolences from..- from my wife."
"You sure..?" Your hand came to the back of his neck. "I could take over if you can't-"
A sudden snap of his hip shut you right up. You gasped sharply, contracting around his length still buried in you again.
He groaned, back arching from the feeling of your soft gummy walls twitching around him.
"don't even think about it.." he seemed utterly offended. "Just-"
