Sakamoto Days || Kei Uzuki Episode 16
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Sakamoto Days || Kei Uzuki Episode 16
"𝐗" kei uzuki x reader
𝕽𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉: NSFW, contains explicit sexual content and violent themes
𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊: GUYSSS I'M BACK!!!!! This story explores themes of non-consensual stalking, kidnapping, rape, violence, possessiveness, manipulation, and sensitivity. The reader is forced into these situations against her will. Please proceed with caution if such content is triggering.
For weeks, you'd been plagued by nightmares - vivid dreams of a dark figure lurking in the shadows, watching you with hungry eyes. You'd wake up in a cold sweat, your heart pounding and your body aching with an inexplicable need. You tried to convince yourself that it was just your imagination, but deep down, you knew better.
It wasn't until you saw him in the flesh that you realized the truth. Uzuki Kei, also known as "X" or "Slur and he is a serial killer seeking to overthrow the JAA with a group of fellow assassins Uzuki slaughtered one-fourth of the assassin industry, leaving a large 'X' mark at the scene of his crimes written with the blood of his victims. His eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, his smile sharp and cruel. And yet, despite the fear that gripped your heart, you couldn't deny the surge of arousal that coursed through your veins at the sight of him.
"Hello, my pretty," he purred, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "I've been waiting for you."
You tried to run, but your feet seemed rooted to the spot. Uzuki closed the distance between you in an instant, his cold hands gripping your wrists.
"Where do you think you're going?" he taunted, pulling you flush against his chest. "You belong to me now. Body and soul."
He dragged you into a dark alley, shoving you against the rough brick wall. You could feel the cold seeping into your bones, matching the chill that emanated from his touch.
"Please," you whimpered, hating the desperation in your voice. "Don't do this. I don't want this."
Uzuki just laughed, a sound that echoed through the empty space. "Want and need are two very different things," he reminded you, grinding his clothed erection against your thigh. "And right now, your body is telling me exactly what it needs."
He ripped open your shirt, sending buttons flying across the pavement. Your breasts spilled out, and he cupped them roughly, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples.
"So responsive," he purred, lowering his head to take one peak into his mouth. He suckled hard, sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to your core. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you."
He fumbled with your skirt, yanking it up around your waist. You felt the cool air on your bare skin, the rough fabric of your panties already damp with your arousal.
"Already so wet for me," Uzuki taunted, pushing the scrap of lace aside to run a finger through your slick folds. "Your body betrays you, my pretty. It knows who it belongs to."
You shook your head in denial, but a whimper escaped your lips as he circled your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your veins.
"That's it," he growled, pushing two fingers inside your tight heat. "Be a good girl and take what I give you."
He fucked you with his hand, his thumb pressing against your clit with each thrust. You could feel your body responding, your hips arching up to meet his touch.
"Please," you begged, even as tears streamed down your face. "Don't do this. I don't want this."
But Uzuki just chuckled darkly. "Your mouth says no," he murmured, "but your cunt is telling me yes."
He withdrew his fingers, leaving you empty and aching. You watched in a daze as he unbuckled his belt, freeing his thick, hard cock.
"So perfect," he purred, running the head through your slick folds. "So made for me."
With one brutal thrust, he buried himself inside you, stretching you deliciously. You cried out at the sudden intrusion, your nails digging into his shoulders.
"So tight," he grunted, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm. "So perfect. You were made for this, weren't you?"
Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes as he fucked you, each thrust sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through your body. You tried to hold back, to deny the growing heat in your core, but it was futile. With a strangled sob, you climaxed hard, your inner muscles clamping down on his cock.
Uzuki only laughed darkly, continuing his assault even as you twitched and shuddered beneath him. "That's it, cum for me," he growled. "Cum on my cock like the filthy slut you are."
He fucked you through your peak and into another, pounding into you with enough force to shake the wall at your back. You could feel him swelling inside you, his impending release imminent. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his hot seed.
"You're mine now," he snarled, collapsing on top of you in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs. "My pretty little fucktoy. And I'm going to use you again and again."
Your fate was sealed, bound by ropes of shadow and the twisted chains of his desire.
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I love scenes of the bad guys just chillin, no matter where they are.
One of my favourite tropes.
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