Hunter's Prey
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A/N: Kinks are so fascinating aren't they? One moment you can be sitting down, admiring your favorite character, and the next you can be thinking about how enjoyable it would be for them to hunt you down. Sigh...it's incredible.
Pairing: Akutagawa x GN Reader. If i've missed any gendered language, please be sure to let me know.
CW: Smut(obviously) so 18+ only, Predator/Prey, Technical Bondage, Degrading language, Ryuu is Ryuu, may be slightly OOC, spit as lube, could be read as anal play, maybe a smidge of exhibitionism (mentions of being caught, but you aren't), rough sex, a bit of stalking--but it's all consensual because consent is sexy.
Word Count: 4k+
Ummm, nothing else to say but enjoy!
Testing the waters with Ryuu was a challenge only the most idiotic people would ever dare to think of doing, and—more often than not—those that did decide to test their luck never really found themselves wanting to be near him ever again. He had been more than inclined to lob off a certain few…extremities when particularly pissed. And there weren't really any exceptions to his sharp, winning personality.
So, naturally, you felt you had some sort of exception.
Now, you had this little secret that most never got to realize—Ryuu was fiercely protective. Of what little he had. Of the people that knew him most. Of you--the one budding flower of light in his garden of darkness. Akutagawa hated more than anything to see you hurt under his watchful eye. He'd never forgive himself if you became harmed when he wasn't there to stop it.
So you decided, maybe ignorantly, that you would see just how far you could push such an instinct. You had mostly just meant to rile him up when you suggested a late night walk on your own.
His head snapped up from where he was reading on the couch, eyes narrowed and dark as he stared at where you stood by the front door. You watched as he looked you over, snapping his book shut with a resounding sharpness.
"At this hour? Don't be absurd," He snarled, standing to move without a moment's hesitation. Ryuunosuke understood you could make your own choices, but you wouldn't exactly be free from the consequences. "Take a walk in the morning. If you must head out—and I sincerely doubt that you do—then I'm coming with you." His words left no room for argument--the tone clipped and sharp as his eyes locked with yours.
It was almost amusing how much of a guard dog he could be, bristling like a personally offended Malinois.
Rolling your eyes, you slipped your coat over your shoulders and pulled on your shoes with a hum. This wouldn't be easy. "Ryuu, it'll just be a quick walk. I'll be back before you can even think about it." You glanced away to adjust the neck of your sock, and your head snapped up just in time to find him right beside you. His eyes burned down into yours, but you just shot him a smile and turned to the door.
"I'll be right back, I promise." You were quick to not give him any chance to respond as you slipped out the front door. Padding down the front steps, you hummed and pulled out your phone. It was innocent enough on its own—of course—until you switched your location services off completely. Then, you gave one last glance to the door before twisting and walking off in a random direction through the sparsely-populated streets. It was late...and you weren't likely to run into many people at this time.
Perfect.
Now the game could begin.
For about half an hour, you moved silently along the streets. Shops and restaurants with their blaring, buzzing lights were the only real sign of life as you glided along the concrete. A hum bubbled in your throat, head high as you walked—a sense of confidence held in the precarious situation you had placed yourself in.
It was a nice night for a walk, you had to admit. The moon shone full overhead, and you were thankful for its guiding light as you moved on your way. Sometimes it was the only light you had in the streets which held barely any luminance from the street lamps--if any at all.
Even then, you weren't too nervous.
It was peaceful for a couple more blocks, with the only sound being from the occasional buzz of an insect passing by or chatter from a nearby stranger. Still, nothing to worry about.
The sudden sound of branches rustling off the road beside you gave you a startle. Your steps faltered, but you dared not turn to try and see what it was. Stray cats and foxes were not uncommon in this area, and you brushed it off as said stray animal just looking for a bite to eat. Nothing to really worry about.
Still, you picked up the pace just slightly and walked down the street and rounded the corner, arms tucked close against your chest as your head whipped around for a sign of any threats. You could see that this sidewalk was a lot more deserted—and there were no doubts it would grow more and more empty the longer you walked. You weren't going to double back now, though.
It was fine. Why wouldn't it be?
It wasn't as if you had just tempted Yokohama's Black-Toothed Hellhound to a game of cat and mouse—that would just be plain crazy. But, what was the harm in speeding up a little? Surely there would be no problems with you breaking into a brisk walk.
Subconsciously, you knew that the beast would be drawn to fleeing prey—something inside you purred that it only made all of this more enticing.
When you reached the end of the current street, you found the hair rising on the back of your neck. It was as if you were standing in the middle of an incoming thunderstorm with nowhere to hide. Each step brought more chills and anxiety crackled through your veins. You didn't even have to look to know that your skin prickled rapidly with gooseflesh. Heart thundering in your chest, you tried desperately to ignore the feeling of eyes in the back of your head.
You didn't think it would have been this terrifying. Was this how his enemies felt all the time—looking over their shoulder for the rapid beast that would waste no time in tearing their throats out? Honestly, you almost felt bad for them…almost.
Startling you out of your thoughts, something shifted behind you—a gentle click-click of heels against concrete just a couple paces behind you. The sound was familiar; You would have recognized them anywhere even if you forgot everything else about your life. The sound caused you to whip your head around, forcing you to just barely catch sight of the slight blur of something black retreating and melding into the dark shadows of the alleys. Red crackled in its wake. Dancing lightning before a storm arrived.
He was there, and he wanted more than anything to make sure that you knew. After all, those unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of the beast's deadly maw only ever saw him when he let them see—when they were already too late to do anything but be snared in a carefully set trap.
You never turned so fast, rushing to the opposite side of the street and hurrying the way you came.
It was time to go home.
The jog back through the streets was a shaky one, your arms tucked against your sides as you tried to ignore the noises and feeling of sharp eyes on the back of your head. The sharp click of a heel here. The rustling of charged fabric there; You could have sworn you heard a sharp breath and a familiar cough before it was whisked away on the sound of a beastly growl. Every time, your head whipped around to the sight of nothing but empty streets and swaying trees.
Click—click—click.
Maybe you could hide somewhere instead? Inside an alleyway? Or, behind that bush?
Your legs carried you faster and faster. All you had to do was make it home—just a few more steps and you'd be home free!
You'd win!
The sharp tendril of black curled snugly around your waist before you could even register how you had lost since the beginning. It tugged—sharply—and you were dragged into the nearest dark alley. Pulled past the dripping fangs and into the belly of the beast, like a rabbit to the awaiting wolf.
Cold brick pressed was against your cheek—Or, maybe it was your heated skin that was shoved against the rough wall instead. Everything in your vision (and gut) swirled as that familiar, sharp silhouette pressed you into the wall to begin with. Long, slender fingers curled tightly against the back of your neck, adding just enough pressure to cause you to gasp in shock—your body froze on instinct. One wrong move, and you'd be in for a world of true torture.
His voice coiled in your brain, the words spoken on a cold wind that sent shivers across your heated skin. “You really are unbelievable. Did you really think I wouldn’t come find you?” You could almost hear the smirk as he scoffed and pressed himself closer, crowding you mercilessly against the cold brick. His hands trailed down your sides, settling snugly around your hips as his fingertips dug into the fabric of your pants. "Or...is that what you were hoping for? That I would hunt you down like the sick little freak that you are? I'm almost pleased that you hold such a recognition of my talents."
Without a second thought, his hands shifted with lightning speed. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of your pants and underwear combined before shucking them unceremoniously to your ankles with a sharp grunt. You barely held back a moan as he ground himself forward against you harshly, the sharp movement of his hips forcing you to roll up on the balls of your feet and press your hands against the brick for support. There was a slight tickle against your ear; His lips brushing along the shell as his warm breath spread across your prickled skin.
"But next time, I suggest you carefully consider choosing a game you'll win."
His hands were deft—pale, slender fingers flicking the button of his own black pants with ease before shifting them down just enough to allow his cock to spring free against your ass. He ground himself wholly bared against you, panting as his hands tugged your hips back, eliciting a mix between a whimper and a moan from your throat. Teeth nipped at your lobe with a quiet reward.
As he continued to rock into you, your hands flew up to grip helplessly at the wall. "I-I don't know what you're talking about, Ryuu—it was just a walk, that's all. Can't I j-just go on a simple stroll?" The innocent plead of your tone would do nothing to make your situation better, but you didn't care in the slightest. You heard the sharp hiss behind your neck and knew he'd taken the bait.
One of Akutagawa's hands shifted from your hip to his cock, gripping it at the base and guiding it between your legs until his tip teased at your awaiting hole. His tight grip on your waist prevented you from pushing back onto him—a purposeful torture. "Just a walk? Of course that's the pathetic excuse you're wishing to use. Then, was it just a walk when you chose to hide your location? When you knew I'd hunt you down like the pathetic prey that you are?" The hand he used to guide his cock moved up, gripping the back of your neck and pushing with considerable force until you were bent sharply at the waist, your hips shifting back against him. The movement forced the head of his weeping dick just barely into you, drawing a moan from your throat.
He was goading you. Ryuu was simply hoping whether you'd be desperate enough to actually admit to such depravity, and—despite wanting so badly to just give in—you shook your head and gave him a weary glance from over your shoulder. You couldn't hide the blazing arousal in your eyes, no matter how much you tried to deny it to his face.
So, ever the genius, you rattled off blamelessly, "I-I only wanted to take a walk in the fresh air."
There was a sharp click of his tongue and his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing and sliding up to your lips. He tapped two fingers against the plush skin there in an insistent order.
"Open up. Since you want to play games, I'll put your mouth to good use." Ryuu wasted no time when you opened your mouth to retort—two fingers slipped in knuckle deep as he ground his leaking cock against you. "Suck. And don't you dare bite, or you'll be left bound and untouched."
Your lips wrapped around his lithe fingers obediently, tongue swirling over and against the skin as your body rocked back to meet his movements. Reaching one of your hands down, you grappled to his remaining hold on your hip and squeezed. He gave a subtle squeeze back in response.
As you both swayed there, his hips rolling forward with a practiced sharpness as his precum adorned your twitching hole, you could feel that ache in your belly growing more and more. You needed more. More of his touch. More of his words. More of him. And by the way he was growing unsteady on his own feet, you could tell Ryuu was just one more touch away from giving it to you.
Once he'd seemingly had enough, he withdrew his finger from the wet cavern of your mouth and he guided them down your body. Had you been any more of sound mind, you'd be embarrassed by the obscene amount of saliva on them as they slipped lower. Slipping his hand between you both, his dribbling fingers teased along the outer edge of your hole. They never went any further than just a teasing push against your entrance.
He wanted you to beg.
"Admit it. You wanted me to have you like this. Admit that you were wishing to be bent before me and devoured." His fingers pressed in just slightly before returning to their circling motions—teasing you relentlessly as he ground himself against your inner thigh. A blade of cloth slithered under your shirt and coat, slowly trailing up along the skin of your belly, against your sternum, and to your chest. It flicked once. Twice. Three times. The tendril suddenly twitched, tightening itself to a small strand as it curled around your nipple. Another blade joined it, giving the same attention to the pert twin on the other side of your chest.
You tried so hard to think clearly, even through all the stimulation. The twisting, the grinding, the touches—it was all becoming far too much, but you had worked too hard for this to just give in now. Instead, you tried to straighten as his remaining hand on your hip squeezed in warning. "Just quit teasing me! It's not my fault you got so paranoid over not having my location."
That certainly hadn't been the answer he'd been looking for, but he already knew that you'd skirt his questioning if it meant a 'punishment'. He wasn't an idiot, after all. Still, Ryuu sneered. The hand on your hip tightened as something was bound snugly around your wrists and pulled them to settle in the curve of your lower back before constricting into an unbreakable grip. Twitches of electricity danced along the skin of your arms as the position allowed him to push you further into the bend—you winced when he pushed a little too much. Without so much a word or sound of knowledge, he let off the pressure just enough to allow you to situate yourself comfortably.
The only gracious reprieve before he hummed and grabbed your hips with both hands. A tendril of Rashomon curled around your neck like a heavy choker of ownership and all was silent for a moment as the strip of living fabric pulsed in time with your heart beat; It squeezed in a frantic pace as if it were mocking you. He really could be such a jerk at times, couldn't he?
You didn't get much time to dwell on such a concern before he was shifting against you. There was a sharp sensation of pain across your shoulder—no doubt a pointed end of his canines—and then the sharp, ghostly whisper of a ragged taunt.
"Paranoid? You tease me and run yourself ragged through the streets for a sliver of attention, and call me paranoid?" He laughs—but the sound is anything but amused. It's cold. Dangerous. And by all accounts, you know exactly what it means. The thought is only confirmed as he pulls his fingers away from your thoroughly slicked hole, instead replacing it once more with his swollen, twitching cock that's beading with precum. Honestly, you're surprised he's lasted this long to begin with.
Ryuu bites at the nape of your neck with a low growl as he shifts his hips against you. "There's no need for me to be paranoid when I know you'll always come running back like the sick slut that you are."
And then, he was pushing in.
Without even a shudder of hesitation, Akutagawa slid deep and allowed himself to settle comfortably in your warm, pulsating walls. The heightened arousal from the hunt and his still teasing binds of Rashomon twisting around your nipples helped that wonderful mix of pain and pleasure, though he was sure to take a moment to allow you to adjust. You both stood there, panting and trembling as your hips practically melded into one another before he pulled back with a ragged breath. And then, he was pushing in at a sharp pace that had you utterly losing any sense of mind you even had left at that point. His hips were dragged in and out of you at a pace bordering on inhuman, his hands tightening around your hips as he panted and hissed. Moans poured endlessly from your lips as he took, and took, and took. Like the beast that fed from its most prized game.
This is exactly what you had been hoping for, is all you could think about as bliss and pleasure spread through every fiber of your being. Your eyes glanced between your legs and you could see the thick liquid of his foamy precum as it ran down your inner thigh.
You heard steps passing by. The ebb of a passing conversation reached your ears and you tensed, which only caused Akutagawa to growl at the sudden tightness. It brought about a semblance of self-awareness of just where you both were—how close you two are to being discovered in such a compromising position. (It was even more arousing, you couldn't lie, but you still had your reservations). He muttered something in the cover of a cough, but you barely heard it as you whined. "R-Ryuu." The sound was more of pleasure than a plead. "C-Can't you at least l-let us get back home?" He wouldn't. And you didn't exactly want him to—maybe you just wanted to hear him scoff at your idiotic-ness.
But he didn't scoff. Instead, he gave a sharp snap of his hips with a dry laugh, another raspy cough threatening to build in his chest before he quelled it.
"If you didn't want to let the city know about your depraved choices," his voice haunted your brain, the hoarse, chilling tone filling your thoughts as deeply as his cock hit inside your tightened walls. Nipping the back of your shoulder, a hand slid down to settle against your lower stomach and pull it up into his thrusts—he chuckled darkly at the feeling of himself through your belly. "Then you shouldn't have played this game—this is all your fault, remember?"
His hand against your lower stomach gave one last squeeze before it settled on your hip. The living cloth around your neck gave a gentle squeeze—a quiet reassurance that he would listen to stop should you give him the word. He was ruthless, but always with your care in mind. You wouldn't give him the word, but you gave an appreciative press back against him with a wanton moan. "You—ah...you didn't have to chase me down. That part w-was all on you. I just wanted a wal—!!"
Ryuunosuke grunted, latching to your shoulder once more with sharp canines as his hips humped helplessly against your own. The shadows swallowed you both as you settled into depraved acts in that dark alley. Binds wrapped around every part of your being, pulling you impossibly closer against his own body as he—in turn—pressed you further against the wall. He pulled you from your bent form and pushed you chest first against the brick as his hips slammed against yours. Allowing the binds around your wrists to fall away, his hands took yours and pressed them beside your head and against the wall, his fingers intertwining with your own as he unlatched from your shoulder.
"Unbelievable," he huffed. "You are utterly impossible. I shouldn't even be entertaining you—such a depraved mutt."
You moaned sharply, eyes fluttering closed as you fought the urge to laugh while simultaneously sinking into the pleasure as you felt yourself draw closer and closer to that all-encompassing edge of ecstasy. "Y-You're the only reason I do it; It's your fault for encouraging it." You panted, setting your head back against his shoulder. He took the chance to assault the newly revealed skin in sharp nips and bites, grunting as he sunk a canine in particularly deep.
"Encouraging? I have told you countless times not to be reckless, but you never listen. It is not me encouraging you, but you stubbornly blazing ahead." His fingers tightened around your own in his grip as he continued to thrust relentlessly against you—he twitched deep and you instantly knew that this wouldn't last for too much longer.
Not a single more word was uttered as he bucked his hips against yours. Skin slapped against skin, and there was no doubt that if anyone else walked by, they'd be able to tell what was happening. The soft hair of his bangs brushed along the back of your neck as he seemed to curl in on you. Desperate, ragged grunts mixing with your own, moaning breaths as he took you with neither gentle touches nor a slow pace.
It was raw, and so believably him that you almost wished you could see his face from this angle. You're sure it would be scrunched, forehead and nose wrinkled with that stone-cold concentration that he seemed to carry so well. Just the thought alone had you tightening down around him (with a weak gasp in reward) as that coil built further and further in your gut. You were so close—so, so close.
Knowing you all too well, the thrusts continue to hit deeper and deeper until he found that beautiful sweet spot that sent stars shooting across your vision like comets in the night sky. It was so fast, you could barely even register what was happening anymore. White, hot ecstaty burned across your skin and a band of black cloth slapped across your lips just as you let out a wailing cry. Ryuu's hands on your hips tightened, his breaths hitching before he finally spilled deep into you with a hoarse hiss. Moments later, his hips stopped flush against you as he panted against your shoulder.
You both stood there, catching your breath, before he eventually retracted Rashomon from your body and allowed it to slink back into the inky black of his coat. One tendril slinked down to grab at your pants and tug them back up your legs. He pulled out just as it tugged your pants snug back around your hips—you tried not to think about the fact you could feel his cum leaking into your underwear.
He hummed, the same tendril supporting you as he pulled you away from the wall and turned you to look at him. The smirk on his face sent chills down your face—that predatory look in his eyes all too familiar.
"You didn't think I was done with you, did you?" He stepped forward, grasping your cheeks in his hand as he leaned forward to hiss in your ear. "This little game is far from over, so if I had one little piece of advice for you to actually heed, it's this—"
Akutagawa whispered lowly against your ear, his hand on your face tightening just slightly before he let go with a dangerous, dark look. You wasted no time in gasping and hurrying for the entrance of the alley, stumbling slightly as you willed your feet to remember how to work. His voice followed behind you—the stone-cold tone sending fear and arousal licking up your spine as you ran down the street. But your wobbly legs drove faster as you caught sound of fabric rustling before it all went silent.
His words echoed in your head, all the same, pushing this game further past a playful test and more into the echoes of a hunter after a prized deer. A whispered phrase that—combined with his sharp, chilling tone—sent playful fear alight in every fiber of your being:
"Run faster."
