♡ Hey babes it's your girl Vixen aka Every Villain's Babymama if there's a villain best believe i'm that nigga's wife, babymama, side piece, hoe or all of thee above.
Yeah, So I just wanted to come back and say that I will no longer be writing for jjk, the shit I had to go through like three or so weeks ago really just killed the anime for me especially the fact that I bonded with this crackhead bitch over the anime. 🤷🏾♂️ so um yeah, I will be writing for different animes and games on my other account.
I won't be deleting this account or anything, but I will no longer be posting.
After dealing with a lying, parasocial, manipulative— anyways, I'll be taking a break for my mental & spiritual well-being. So, yet again I won't be writing for a minute, so y'all can blame her for that. I just don't have the energy to, but this isn't a loss. This made space for a lot of spiritual practitioners to come into my life and they'll be handling the spiritual stuff for me. ♡ cya inna few months, love y'all.
Breeding, Size-kink, Dom Reader, Sub to Dom Nanami, Predator Prey, Orgasm Denial, Stomach bulge, dumbification, Mask-Kink, Baby trapping, Yandere tendencies.
🔞Summary
You've been working this odd job for the Nanami family for about a year now, Taking care of their son Kento Nanami, a porcelain doll. Maybe this was their way of coping with what you assume to be the lose of their son. That was until you learned the truth
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Author's Notes: Hey so.. This isn't beta read at all, I didn't have time to find a beta reader, so hope y'all enjoy. I will be deleting my other Brahms!Nanami fic because it was too short and rushed, at the time I was in the grippy sock museum for being silly and goofy and didn't have enough time to write. This is the full and revamped version so again, I hope y'all enjoy! 🔴🗣️
The man with a porcelain mask that you had been taking care of for almost three years had become your worst nightmare. At first you were put off by the odd job you took up… taking care of a porcelain doll was not on your bingo card at all, But since you were working for the ever so wealthy Nanami family, who were you to complain? Here you thought you were taking care of a porcelain doll to help two grieving parents, maybe they had lost their son Kento and this is their way of coping? But you couldn't be more wrong. One minute the parents were there with you the next minute they were gone for days, weeks, months, then a year with no way of contacting them.
The walls creaked and rattle the day you tried to leave the Nanami household for good. It all started with your toxic ex boyfriend Satoru, Somehow he managed to find out where and who you were working for. He just didn't know how to leave well enough, lowkey you took the job to get away from him, always stalking and harassing you, Satoru was a serial cheater, but he could never let you go, he could never admit he was a piece of shit.
There he was lying dead in a pool of his own blood, After a large man with a porcelain mask… the real Kento Nanami, came bursting through a mirror that was built into the wall of the living room. Funny it's called the living room yet Satoru ain't doing too much living now is he? I mean who gave him the right to break the doll you had been taking care of for a year. A doll that you had strangely grown attached to. An Iron fire pit poker rod right through his throat, staring at his lifeless body, fight or flight, completely betraying you. The blood in your veins runs cold all throughout your body, wanting to run so bad. But When Kento slowly and eerily turns his attention towards you it's almost as if your legs moved before ever thinking about it.
Without hesitation Kento chased after you, he needed you, craved you. I mean his parents did tell him that you were his forever, before killing themselves of course.
This house was quite old, huge even. Desperately making your way to the front, legs burning, you looked back once, not seeing him. The second your eyes looked forward there he was in the flesh guarding the front door. Coming to a damn near screeching halt, unable to keep the balance on the heels of your feet, you ended up tumbling backwards onto your ass.
Like a predator hunting their prey, tired, weak. Kento dropped the iron rod he used to impale Satoru with. Of course he didn't want to hurt you, maybe scare you a little, tire you out, but he just didn't want you to leave him all alone. No no no he couldn't have that.
You literally have no ideas how much you really mean to him.
Finally getting back up to run, you felt a pulling, stinging sensation coming from your scalp. Kento had grabbed a handful of your braids before you could run off.
This man was quick with it. Dragging you back to the living room, damn near tripping over Satoru, he pulled you through the gaping hole in the mirror. Stumbling over your feet and pipes, you couldn't believe it, he was living in the walls this whole time.
Making it to his very cluttered dimly lit room, Kento roughly threw the makeshift doll he had of you off his bed, not needing it anymore now that he has the real thing.
Kento threw you onto the bed next, terrified of what you had been experiencing, you gravitated to the corner of his bed against the wall, hugging your knees to chest desperately as you watched him carefully.
Turning your attention to the makeshift doll he made of you, a body pillow, your bodycon dress, and a missing braided lace front. Where'd he get that from? What are those stains all over your dress? So far, you didn't want to know what kind of sick shit he was doing to it, what you were really scared of was what he'd do to you.
After hearing a shuffling sound off to the left, your eyes were met with Kento charging at you, a scream fell from your lips.
Bringing you back to the present, what were you doing? Oh that's right, Leaving. After three long years you were trying to leave the Nanami household. It was nice taking care of Kento- more like it was hell taking care of him.
The dick was amazing to say the least, but recently.. Something made you come to your senses. You were being held captive, and although he was a very gorgeous man, you were pretty sure that your friends and family were looking all over for you.
You snapped back at him immediately after stopping at the door, turning around to look at him.
Both of you quietly stared at one another for a minute or two before Kento took a few steps further. Your chest just barely touched his as he stared down at you, Kento’s breath against your forehead, but your irritation was unwavering to his intimidation tactic especially once you placed a hand on your hip. He just knew right then and there it wasn't long before you actually up and moved out leaving him to his lonesome so Kento did the next best thing... Beg.
“I'll be good, I will.” He whined. Rarely does he ever speak, if not ever. But hearing him beg for you like this went straight from your coochie, to those monkey neurons in that brain of yours.
This big, grown man dropped to his knees, not a word was spoken, just eye contact, the way his chest heaving up and down, gulping for air while he glides finger tips slowly, half way up your leg. His head tilts, eyes searching for any ounce of love, need, compassion in yours.
If only you could see under that mask, Oh he probably looks so hot and pathetic. Kento had never submitted to you like this, he really doesn't want you to leave.
But your parents miss you.
Your friends might be worried.
But damn does he pull at those heartstrings, knees were practicing jello the more you stared at those hazel orbs of his.
“Kento!” His head tilts attentively.
“It's time for bed, now Kento.” Sometimes you forget how huge the man is. The way he rose to his feet towering over you, how come he went from this pathetic needy man, to something so intimidating?
Guiding him back to your shared bedroom, tucking him into bed first before getting in yourself, he stopped you, grabbing your waist. His chest heaving with anxiety, the thought of you leaving was still fresh on his mind.
“Kento?”
“Don't leave me, y/n. I promise, I promise I'll be good.” He begged again, in that high whiny voice of his.
Straight to your coochie. Immediately.
Kento pulled you back to his side, staring at you intensely. Before you knew it he had pulled you on top to get more than just a kiss Goodnight from you.
“Kento..”
“No!” What a brat he was. But that's fine.
His throat in your hands, your plump lips kissed his cold porcelain ones. But you needed more from him, you wanted to feel his actual lips against yours. “You'll take it off for me, won't you Kento?” he was reluctant at first but after a bit of teasing from you, licking his mask, leaving hickies on his neck, grinding your damp, clothed, pussy against his hardened cock. He finally took the mask off, carefully placing it on the night stand.
God, he was beautiful. Finally a face to match the many voices he makes. But goddamn was he fine.
Yeah, your parents can wait, they'll be fine. This was obviously more important.
No way could there be a man this fine back at home, no one could possibly compare or compete, especially with his dick? God no.
Your friends? They can wait too. Shoko and UtaHime will be fine. They wouldn't know what good dick like this felt like anyways.
“Oh, Kento.. You were hiding this handsome mug from me?” Caressing his face with your thumb, jawline to lips. That angry cock of his was pressing hard against your heat, practically screaming, aching to be released from the confinements of his boxers. After what seemed like minutes of undeniable tension, the both of you crashed your lips into one another in a passionate, breathtaking kiss. biting his bottom lip, Kento whined at you, breaking the kiss when he chased your lips. That was when you grabbed his jaw, squeezing his mouth open to spit in it.
He was your good boy— you whatever you wanted with him, right? You could feel how much Kento needed you from how rough he was dry humping. His big strong hands gripped your panties, as if he was trying his best not to rip them clean off. “More… More..” he wrapped the waist bands of your panties tight around his hand before digging his nails into the meat of your ass. Those sweet whines of his, turned into deep grunts moving you up and down along his cock for more friction. God was he hot when he was like this, so needy to be inside you.
Running your fingers through those blonde, messy strands of his— grabbing a handful. The other hand gripping his jaw again. “Want more, Kento?” He frantically nods, opening his mouth with a grunt for more of your saliva. “Don't cum yet, you hear me Kento? You're not allowed to.” with that you got on your knees, but suddenly he yanked you right back down onto his clothed cock. Your breath hitched, was he disobeying you? His eyes didn't have that pathetic puppy look, no he looked at you as if you were his prey, or like when a dog gives you whale eyes. A warning if you will.
Did denying him set him off? Thinking to yourself. But those thoughts were cut short after hearing the ripping and tearing of your panties. He ripped them clear off your ass, with a firm grip on you he flipped you over onto your back. His breath heavy again while he hovered over you. Usually it's been you on top, but this time was so different.. Kento stared at you for only a few minutes. The look he was giving you said enough, don't move.
He sat up shoving his boxers down, cock slapping against his stomach. There were beads of precum leaking from his almost red tip. He grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed your knees against your chest. But you continued to obsessively eye his cock. You just knew he was going to do you in for tonight. It was so pretty, and veiny, with a curve almost like a hook. Damn near thick like a can of coke, Satoru for sure couldn't compete with his length and girth.
You watched his cock jump and twitch, while he was poking and prodding at your pussy, licking the juices off his fingers only to go back for more. After getting a taste of you, your eyes followed his hand to his dick, Kento stared at your entrance, gripping himself before slapping it on against your clit,then rubbing his head against your dripping entrance.
He gazed back up at you with a tilt of his head almost as if he were asking for permission. But before your lips could part to say anything he shoved himself in you, bottoming you out almost immediately an inch or two was left, and he was already kissing your cervix. Your pussy fluttered and clamped down around him. Body stiff from the sudden friction, you tried to catch your breath before he set off on his brutal pace.
Your moans were caught in your throat, Kento had never been so rough with you before, he was almost always gentle. His hips smacked hard against you. You clawed at the bed sheet underneath the both of you, letting out a choked out moan, jaw slacked, watching his dick piston into you, visibly seeing the bulge of his cock hit your womb, hell you could feel it in your stomach.
Maybe denying him wasn't such a bad idea after all? You could get used to him treating you like fleshlight.
“K-Ken—” was all you could muster before he put you in a mating press, putting his full weight into each thrust, those last two inches nestled in you, not to mention his pubic hair was tickling your clit as well. Overstimulation at its best, soon enough your eyes crossed, drool leaked from the side of your mouth as he bullied your sweet spot. He knew exactly where to hit you and not once did he miss. Your brain started to feel like static, your moans became nonsensical & jumbled up words. Tears rolled down the side of your head, sobbing from his heavy hitting thrusts.
God you were a babbling mess to his ears, it only fueled him to breed you more. Breed you? Swollen with his kids? That was the only thing on his mind— if he got you pregnant there would be no way you'd leave him.
Your back arched off the bed, a scream erupted from you as he abused your insides with this all new vigor. Cock digging as deep as he could possibly go, he needed to make sure his seed took.
Kento's became rather sloppy with the same roughness as before, you felt your flood gates open, bursting all over the both of you while he chased his own release. Slamming his cock into you a few more times with a long exaggerated animalistic grunt, your womb was flooded with thick, creamy, warm ropes of cum.
Both your bodies trembled and convulsed before relaxing. Kento on the other hand collapsed on top of you showing no signs of ever getting up any time soon. With your brain and body already feeling like mush, you saw no point in trying to get him off of you, let alone demanding him. Besides you were too stupid to even say anything at all especially with his cock still on your mind and inside you. Meanwhile that dominating man from just a few seconds ago was long gone and all that was left was this needy, hungry man, lapping and suckling on your breasts.
Yeah, you’re stuck with him.
You don't know it yet, but you are. Just give a month or two you'll find out.
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