─── ˚𝜗𝜚. ⋆ HOPELESS! ᡣ𐭩 .
─── ˚୨୧⋆ 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎; smut. swearing. sub! reiji sakamaki. humping. toxic relationship..ig. he's fucked in the head, like always.
─── ˚୨୧⋆ PAIRING; reiji sakamaki from diabolik lovers.
♡ Author note : js making stuff up for plot atp . . anyways enjoy x3
Reiji Sakamaki had always struggled with feeling ignored and neglected, especially in back with Beatrice. As an adult, the same feelings persisted, particularly when his own brothers and you disregarded his orders or failed to acknowledge his presence. When you came to live in the mansion under the guise of a “relationship”, your initial hesitation became glaringly obvious. You just followed along to save your soul.
Your last straw was when he poisoned you with none other than his infamous tea. He even claimed that it wasn't laced, and you felt dumb for falling for it twice. His explanation was feeble as if he wasn't even trying. Quickly and calmly shifting blame onto you for being too uncommunicative and refusing to open up to him, that he had to drug you to fish some information about you. It was a transparent attempt to cover up and guard his ego-driven actions. Your anger flew to new heights as you struggled to maintain composure in his presence.
Tables have turned now, and like once said, whatever comes around goes around, he was the one fuming now. He didn't think you'd be mad at him for so fucking long. It's been a whole month.
Your silence and negligence have reached new levels, and so did his sudden desperation. Despite your best efforts to avoid any interaction, Reiji persisted in his attempts to seek your attention. He would sit across from you during meals, his gaze fixed upon you, forcefully demanding eye contact, but all you offered were terse expressions and responses, your head bowed in a stubborn refusal to acknowledge his efforts.
Your hatred for him had grown so intense that you actually began to converse with the triplets mostly after that. The very people you had once found deeply unpleasant and unbearable at first when you came. They seemed almost vitalizing to what you went through with Reiji in comparison.
And ohh, did it affect him.
The last time that you put him in his place was.. sometime in the past two months, probably. He hated you. He hated that you brought up a side of him that terrified yet aroused him, never in his life did he see himself growing needy and miserable for someone, let alone a human being. He could still remember clearly when you first had him on his hands and knees. He practically could still taste the horror rolling off of himself in waves that day when he found out that the sensations you laid on him, pleasurable and not, aroused the shit out of him.
"Stupid, stupid mortal...Never in my immortal life.." Reiji cursed quietly under his breath, each step punctuating his frustration. The usual refinement and elegance he prided himself on seemed to evaporate as his irritation mounted.
A sense of neediness gnawed at the edges of his mind, fueling the flames of his anger. The weight of his discontentment weighed heavily on him, intensifying the gloom that shrouded his immortal existence.
Reiji's steps halted as he reached the chamber door. Confusion etched itself onto his features, but it quickly morphed into a mixture of irritation and frustration. He had expected to find you there, yet the room was now devoid of your presence.
His fists clenched involuntarily as he muttered under his breath, "Where could you be? Always evading me…"
He sighs and walks in anyway, flicking his glasses upwards and fixing them on the bridge of his nose. The sound of his footsteps reverberating in a rhythmic click against the wooden floor.
God..
Your scent was already lingering in the whole room, dominating the limited space. He didn't feel guilty about searching in your drawers or smelling your shirts. No, it was your fault, after all, for neglecting him. If you didn't, and forgave him before, he wouldn't have needed to do this.
It was never his fault.
Reiji's thighs cage the manchette of your chair, it was one of the spots that had your scent the most. They soon squeeze against the solid material, giving a slow, rut forward, a guttural grunt already escapes his throat, his fang pressed down as he bit his lip, holding back any (more) embarrassing sounds that might escape him.
He was so fucking wet already, leaking through his perfectly ironed pants. He ruts against the fabric, imagining it was your thigh instead, roughly fingering him from behind while your teeth graze against his chest and nipples and nip, taking out your frustrations from the day on him— whispering sweet nothings in his ear, that would be either followed by praise or degrading names, the thoughts send his knees weak, he wobbled, accidentally bumping on the sharp edge of the armrest, he stumbles slightly in surprise and euphoria, tearing a loud cry out of him, his hips tremble and he had to pause before his sounds echo through the whole mansion. It hit deliciously right. He holds on to the chair rails, not even bothering to conceal his pathetic whimpers and whines anymore as he ruts and humps furiously against it.
His legs spasm and a shocked, sharp gasp escapes him as he unexpectedly squirts. Reiji's body drops on the chair, and a long shiver runs through his whole body, he arched painfully forward and his gloved hand slaps against his mouth to hold back a wail at the not-foreseen intense sensations. His pink orbs roll back and fill with tears as his hips thrust forward, his orgasm hasn't subsided yet, he feels his pants wetten as his whole vibrates in bliss.
"..Reiji, why's there...white..stuff? On my chair?"
"..."
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dividers credits go to @anitalenia again x3 ~~♡