Cw: yandere, dub-con, oral (m receiving), degradation, cum play, spitting, photography, fem reader
When you ask him to call you pretty, he does.
Especially when he’s got you on your knees in front of him, chest heaving, your eyes a little teary. He likes how they get all glassy like this, your pretty hair all messed up and tangly from him gripping it so tightly.
He likes how your lips are still parted, swollen and pink, a bit of drool staining your chin, a bit of sweat at your temples. He likes how the mascara he’d asked you to wear is starting to run, the dark color leaving little trails across your cheeks that make him stifle a groan.
He likes the way your body looks in the pretty dress he’d picked out for you to wear, the satin material making your skin look even smoother and softer than normal. It’s his favorite color, you know – his favorite girl in his favorite color. It makes him blush like a school boy, but he knows you wouldn’t dare mention it.
He likes the way the gold jewelry he’d gifted you for this evening looks against your collarbones – dainty and loopy, his initials inscribed against your throat like a mark of ownership. It looks nice against the hickeys and bruises he’d sucked into your neck earlier, he thinks.
He likes the way one of your tits is hanging out of the dress, nipple perked up and taut, the material bunched up at its bottom. He’d had bad self control, he’ll admit – he wanted to keep you pristine and perfect for this, but his hands had a mind of their own.
But most of all, he likes the way his cum looks smeared across your face, the off-white making your skin glow. It’s in ribbons across your lips and cheeks, a bit on your forehead, even some in your hair. Cum stains the lovely jewelry you’re wearing, and he shudders at the sight. A dribble rolls down your breast, pooling at your nipple, before dripping down onto your lap.
He licks his lips.
“Ask me to call you pretty. Ask me if you’re pretty right now.” He says, and you do.
“Am I pretty?”
He’s silent for a moment, before a smile slowly spreads across his lips. His thumb comes up to your cheek, the pad rubbing against your skin – for comfort, you hope, though you know he’s just rubbing his cum harder against you, spreading it along your skin to claim you as his his his.
“So pretty.” He murmurs, and for a moment your heart leaps out of your chest.
But then the smile turns sour, like a rotten apple, and he pinches your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger.
“My pretty little slut, covered in my cum. What would all your friends and family say now, huh? Now that you’re just my little toy to fuck and taint?”
His voice is cruel, and fresh tears well up in your eyes as he whips his phone out, the flash of the camera blinding you.
“You’re very pretty, babe. Very. But I think you’d look even prettier with my cum in that pretty ass of yours, yeah?”
You don’t agree, but as he slaps your cheek and sneers down at you to get on your hands and knees, you do it.
You say nothing as the zipper of his suit trousers goes town, veiny hands tugging his tie looser around his neck, the white dress shirt he sports scrunched up at the elbows.
And when he flips up the bottom of your dress, nudging your legs apart and spitting down onto your pretty folds, you say nothing. What can you say? He’s right, after all.
You really are just his slut, and you’ll take whatever he gives you.
He thinks you’re pretty, after all.
Tetsurou Kuroo, Kei Tsukishima, Tooru Oikawa, Kenjiro Shirabu, Kenji Futakuchi, Rintarou Suna Pariston Hill, Shalnark, Milluki Zoldyck