tw: DEAD DOVES EAT (18+) + Dom!Michael Kaiser + afab!sub!reader + noncon/dubcon + triple/double penetrations (pussy stuffed) + sex toys + bondage + record sex (no consent) + blackmail + squirting + overstimuation + reader being drugged (!!) + reader being gag
You're not expecting to be drugged by a German Prodigy who had an eye on you for a long time. Mouth gag, laying on your back on the hotel bed, hands and wrists are tied behind your back, legs were forced open. He is watching you with that red robe, hair tied and wearing glasses with a psychology book in his hand, behind him was a stunning view of Germany night city. Your pussy had been stuffed with toys, such as dildos stuffed in your walls as well the vibrator dildo penetrate your wide folds, making a buzzing noises. The bullet vibrators massaging your clit and your nipples taped. Your body is trembling from this intense pleasure. To make worst that he is putting the setting in high.
He is enjoying the view of you trembling in bed, trying to bid the restrains off you. He used his tie as a mouth gag, muffling your mouth, sanking your teeth in the fabric tie, toes clenched and thighs trembling. You want to tap out badly, already overestimated.
"You're enjoying this? Are you?" Kaiser spoke, slowly lifting his blue eyes, foucsing on you. You couldn't respond as the gag is preventing you from answering and screaming. He is trying to poke fun of you. You felt embarrassed that he is watching you being tortured on the hotel bed while he watches.
"Oh, my bad, meine liebe, you can't speak from that gag." He tease with a smirk. He sets his psychology textbook to the side, slowly standing up to approach. Your eyes are already filled with hot tears and dazed from these toys torturing you. "Let me take them off for you." Removing the silky blue tie off your lips. He is met with the sound of the vibrators buzzing and your tremble lips softly moaning.
"G-get this...! A-Ah! O-off -- MmM! Oh- fuck!" Your lips trembles triyng to speak, but the bullet vibrator on top of your clit, buzzes. Your lips are drooling as it seems that you had been biting that tie for a long time when he started to torture you. He smirks further, his hand grabbing the dildo and begins to pump it inside your open glistening walls, making you scream.
"AH! W-what are-?! Oh fuck! AH!" Your body went to a shock as Kaiser pumping the dildo in and out of your pussy, leaving the dildo vibrator still inside your pussy. You tried to scream at him to be gentle or to stop. He will find the way to make your body shudder from this pressure.
"Aww, isn't this cute? Moaning under me with these toys, meine liebe?" He comments, thrusting the dildo deeper into your womb, making your back arches, desperate to break the restrain.
"T-Too much! A-AH! Too much! Too much! Please! Fuck!" You cried, shaking your head, can't closed your legs as his bondge tied on your ankles and legs are unbearable to close.
He chuckles, “this is too much for you, isn’t it? You’re so weak.” He spats. "Let's see if you can last long." both of his hands thrusting the dildo and the vibrator dildo together in a rougher and faster pace. Your head is dizzy and you are screaming loudly.
"AH! Stop! AAH! T-Too much-! AAH-!" Your thighs are trembling, body aching from the tight bondage burning your skin. The sound of the hotel room of your loud moans both pleading him and the smell of asroual in this room. Kaiser can feel his boxer getting tighter that it shows a tent underneath his red bath robe. He is enjoying the view of you, getting fucked by his toys, and watching your fucked face to show him that he is fucking you right. You didn't warn him that you are coming as your body convulsed releasing your orgasm. He watches as you gushes your fluids on the bedsheets and also on his hands. His eyes watches in amazement, as your body still jerking from the intense orgasm and squirting.
"Shit... that's hot." He mutters. He leaves your pussy stuffed in that dildos as he removed the bullets vibrator off your chest and clit. Hearing you panting. He is not letting you rest. No, no, no, he is turned on by yout squirting as his cock is throbbing in excitement. He needs to fuck you now!
“Tired, meine liebe? No no no. You’re not getting out of this until I am satisfied.” He grabs your face, pulling you closer to him. Feeling your body shudder and still throbbing after coming.
“Please, you can do whatever you want to me just please be gentle..” you whimper, scared as he is forcing you to look at him in the eye. He is hungry, he needs to be inside of you right now!
He unties your ankles and legs. Too tired to fight him as you laid there, helplessly, letting Kaiser to get ready to devour his prey. Your knees is pressed on your chest, still laying on your back. “What makes you think you’ve earned my kindness? You’re a living cock sleeve and that’s all you’ll ever be.” He mocks you, refusing to let you go. Your his cock sleeve to be used for pressure and toy to mess around with. Kaiser slowly pulled his boxer down as well his red robe. He noticed you, staring at his chest, with a cocky smirks as he leans in your face, that both the tips of your nose are touching each other. "You're staring, meine liebe." He tease, "It's rude to stare."
"It's rude when you didn't help me, but stare at me being tortured by these toys." You scoffs, glaring at him.
Kaiser smirks wider and eyes narrow. "Watch your words, meine liebe. Perhaps I will change my mind and not let you go. You will moan like a stupid bitch." He slowly pulls away, grabbing the night stand with a bottle of lube and begins to pour the whole cold thick liquid on top of your pussy, makes you shudder and cruel your toes harder.
He laughs when he saw your reaction. "Cute reaction. There's no point of resisting." He shoved the same dildos again back in your asoural. You scream louder, feeling the cold lube deep inside your throbbing walls.
"A-Ah! S-Stop! Oh god!" You scream, drools dripping down your chin, feeling your pussy stuffed. He let out a low whistle, finding your reaction very amusement, and hot as well. Fuck, he can feel his dick throbbing and getting hard.
He stroke his shaft, before slowly insert himself into your walls with the dildos already stuffed your pussy. "M-mmagh...! Fuck, it feels weird...! A-AH! Oh Fuck!" Kaiser let out a low groan escape from his lips, feeling your walls tighten around his cock and the dildos as well.
"Shit... gotten to loosen up, meine liebe." He coos, whispering in your ear, before gently nibbling your ear lobe. He begins to move his hips, slowly, watching your thighs trembles on his shoulders.
"Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Too much! Too much! Stop! Oh my gosh-! A-AH!" Throwing your head back as you could feel the blood running through your head, until he is picking up the pace. Oh god, this feels so weird, but also so good at the same time. Kaiser's hands thrusting the silicone dildo in your pussy to overestimate you. His hips snaps, pressing his hips againist you. "You enjoying this, meine liebe? Moaning under me like a pathetic slut?" He smirks.
You couldn't even answer him as your mind is filled with stars. The sound of the hotel room is filled with your moans drowning with the sound of wet skin slapping. The tip of his cock kept kissing your cervix as well the two dildos. It overwhelming as your body trembles. He refuses to let you orgasm without him. “Oh pretty baby, you can take it a little deeper, don’t close your legs.” He coos, taunting you. He is still holding both of your legs over his shoulder and continue to hammer your walls in a quicker and much rougher pace. “Let me see that pretty crying face, makes me cum every time.”
"A-AH! AH! Oh fuck! T-Too fast-!" You squirm under him, but he held you tighter, preventing you from moving.
"Hah... ha... fuck, I'm gonna cum inside." He huff, still thrusting deeply in your walls, like a wild animal in heat. “Still tight after all I’ve put your hole through, you should be proud of that slutty body of yours.” He mocks with a huff of laughter escape from his lips. He can see your body trembles, desperate to cum again, but he kept denying your orgasm until he came at the same time.
You couldn't hold it as the pressure in your head is building up inside you. "Fuck! Fuck!Fuck! Please let me cum...! pleasepleasepleaseplease-!" you beg.
"Not yet, meine liebe..." He coos as your face is buries in between his neck and shoulder. Trembling from the orgasm. You came without his permission, which makes Kaiser stop thrusting, didn't pull out. You can see his disappointment on his face as he grabs your face to face him. “Look at you, what a fucking mess. I didn’t give you permission to cum but you’re too untrained to control yourself.” He smiles at you in full mockery. He grabs the bullet vibrator, watching your face in horror to go back to that torture again.
“Have you learned your lesson? Or should I crank it higher and leave you alone with your toys for another hour?” He smirks.
"W-wait... I'm sorry... d-don't-" He didn't take your weak apologies. He is gonna watch your body break down again under his control.
"OH! FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCK! NGH! A-AH!" Your body is being overestimated again. The sound of the bullet vibrator vibing on top of your clit and nipples. Kaiser grabs your hips, slamming himself back into your spread.
"Look at you, crying already?" He coos, mocking you. “Spread yourself open for me, show me what’s mine, and prove you’re going to submit to me. I might just take it easy on you if you do.” He chuckles.
"N-ngh-! Ah! Ah! S-slow down...!" You're too dumb to respond to him as you're being fucked by his dick shoving inside your walls in a rougher pace. He refuses to listen to your complaints. He goes what he pleased.
“That’s it, just a little faster and I’ll cum- You can take it, shh, just keep clenching down on me..” He groans, slowly leaning down on top of your body, your knees is pressing againist your breasts. He groans in your ears, cumming inside your walls. Your eyes rolls back of your skulls, trembling underneath him. Releasing your orgasm twice and even came on his cock.
"Good meine liebe..." He coos, gently kiss on top your forehead. Your body is already overestimated and fucked. You couldn't move your own legs anymore as you laid there on the wrinkled and soaking wet hotel bedsheets. He slowly pulls out, his fingers gently spread out your swollen pussy lips, watching as his own semen dripping down from your hole. He seems proud of his own work. Your eyelids are getting heavy as your wrists and hands are still bond and tied on your back. Your vision are getting dizzy, slowly watching as Kaiser took something out from the fake potted flowers with a device in his hand, pressing end recording. Too tired to react as you fell in your slumper.
Kaiser hit the end recording button from his phone. The recording took 5-6 hours long. He might have to cut some of the footage, but he can use it againist you too for blackmail, just like you are moaning under him like a dumb slut, all tied up.
i think most straight bicurious women imagine a big scary muscly dyke raping them, but what if it’s your cute and short unthreatening friend. what if it’s a feminine petite girl with long soft hair who’s really friendly and genuinely a good person. except one day when you’re asleep in the same room as her she straddles your face and drags her cunt all over your lips, holding down your hands above your head. and you’re left to lap away at her pussy, because she’s holding her phone up to your face and you definitely heard the shutter click
CW: m!yandere & m!yandere x f!reader, dead dove do not eat, noncon, unprotected sex, creampie, dp, anal, group sex, hair pulling, blackmailing, non-consensual recording, somnophilia, breathplay, under-the-influence noncon, degradation, psychological, physical violence, university setting
Word Count: 5.0k
You're not exactly sure how you ended up with two guys as your best friends. Jian Li and Haoran Gao had relatively opposing personalities compared to yours. Yet here you were, studying together at Haoran's dining table.
You used to be a large co-ed friend group of seven, but over the years, things changed significantly. Two people paired off and grew distant, one moved away, and another girl drifted after confessing a crush to Jian, who wasn’t reciprocating. It was a rocky time for the group, but it seemed like every member you lost only brought you closer together.
"Ugh." Jian groans while bending backwards over his chair. His arms stretch out in a large Y, raising his white shirt and exposing the skin of his stomach.
"My back hurts so much. Haoran, rub my back." He commands and Haoran in response lightly smacks his head.
"Just because I'm studying kinesiology doesn't mean you get free massages, you weirdo." Haoran shakes his head disapprovingly and pushes up his glasses before returning to his laptop.
Jian doesn’t pay Haoran any mind, however, instead he turns to face you. He's slouched over the table and has his head resting on his forearms while he looks up at you. "Take pity on me, I've been working on my stats assignment since Thursday." He pouts, asking for the massage without actually asking for it.
You narrow your eyes at him but stand up with a scrape of your chair. "I'm tired too," you agree with a big stretch before breaking into a mischievous grin, "let's go get ice cream."
Haoran quickly closes his laptop and stands up beside you, grabbing your sweater and holding it open to help you into it. Jian, the sloth he is, sluggishly drags behind with a frown. "But what's ice cream going to do for my back?" He complains.
Haoran and you both ignore him while you walk towards the elevator door.
In the convenience store, Jian and Haoran circle the refrigerators brimming with energy drinks, while you stand in line with three popsicles.
They’re joking together, and you watch as Jian keels over laughing. Jian and Haoran have been friends since childhood, growing up together. Their bond was both admirable and annoying; they seemed to move as one, never apart. This made pulling pranks a real challenge. You smile to yourself, recalling the disaster of your last April Fools’ Day, when a sudden hand on your shoulder makes you jump.
Jian’s arm wraps around you as he steps forward to place a bright orange can on the counter. You’re jolted back to reality and quickly set down your popsicles, while Haoran retrieves his card to pay.
You’ve come about 50 meters from the door when you tap your pocket. It’s much emptier than you remembered it being just a moment ago. “Ugh, I think I left my phone in there,” you say, rushing back in to find it.
Scanning the room, you check around the counter before spotting it atop the ice cream deep freezer. Relaxing with relief, you make your way out again when you hear them.
"Why haven't you asked her out yet?" Jian's voice is low but clear and you stop in your tracks. "I don't know man, I don't know if she's even aware I like her." Haoran sighs tiredly. He leans back to rest against the convenience store's brick wall, giving you a clear view of Jian's face.
"Bro, don't worry, just remember the plan and you'll be okay." He reassures, but at that moment, he looks up to find you standing there. Your frozen limbs begin moving, pretending that you didn't hear anything. Haoran stands up straight, "hey, did you find your phone?"
A smile forces its way onto your face, "yeah, I did! Thank God." You're hoping you sound inconspicuous, but you don't feel that way at all. Who were they talking about? Haoran doesn't talk to anyone but you two, they couldn't be talking about you, could they?
You're deep in thought during your walk back when you feel someone watching you. You look to see Jian, eyes staring across Haoran standing in the middle of you both.
He knows you heard them.
Trying to act normal around them after that was difficult. You started to take notice of everything Haoran did: paying for your coffees, lending you his sweaters, always saving you a seat, and asking you about your day. You felt stupid for not realizing sooner, but you felt awful about potentially leading him on. You didn't see Haoran like that, but how could you bring it up to him when really, are you even sure it's you they were discussing?
This predicament cycled around your head in a dizzying manner.
"So what're you going to do?" Jian's voice cut through your thoughts. "Wh—what?" you stammered. "The CSA clubbing night? Are you going to come? C'mon I worked so hard planning it, you have to!"
You let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding in. For the past few weeks, Haoran had been working tirelessly to ensure the success of the event. He was gunning for the President position in your school's Chinese Student Association next year. You agreed to attend when he first brought it up.
Looking at him now though, your stomach twisted with guilt. You didn't want to let him down but you were scared that every nice gesture was giving him the wrong impression.
"Yeah, of course I'll go." You decide finally, but you feel Jian watching you fidget with your hands.
When you finish studying together on campus, you move to pack up your things. “Wait up for me.” Jian called out. You looked up at him a little nervously. “Oh it’s okay, you don’t have to walk me home.” You try but Jian tilts his head with a confused look. “What’re you talking about? We always walk home together.”
It was true, Jian’s student rental house wasn’t far from yours so throughout your undergraduate, it had become a habit to walk home together. You bite down your protests and walk silently beside him.
You had never felt uncomfortable with either Jian or Haoran, but suddenly being alone with Jian felt so tense.
“What will you tell him?”
Jian has always been blunt but this was too much.
“What do you mean?” you stall.
Jian tsks annoyedly, “you know what I mean.”
He has always been the jokester of your group, so his strange hostile tone makes fear rise in you.
You search the street lamps that bathe the road in a yellow hue for a way out but nothing comes to your rescue and so you are forced to answer.
“I don’t… I don’t like Haoran in that way.” Your voice comes out quiet.
“Why not?” He prods.
“I just don’t.”
“Is he not your type?” Jian’s eyes are narrowed.
“No, it’s not— I just… I don’t really want a relationship with him. He’s my friend.”
"But he wants to be something more."
"Look, I didn't even know he liked me until last week. We've been friends for a long time, do we really have to ruin things like how it was with you and Priscilla?" You bring up the last girl to leave the friend group to make your point.
Jian sighs softly, he seems disappointed.
“I’m sorry.” you say, trying to ease the let down.
“I’m sorry too.” He ends.
The clubbing event came faster than you anticipated. You were on your third attempt at an outfit when your phone went off.
‘We’re outside yours!’ Haoran’s text read. You look back at the short skirt and leather top and decide it’s good enough before letting the two in.
They’re holding frosted bottles of vodka and soju, already pouring shots while you rush to cut up lime wedges. “One more shot, come on!” Jian encourages after a few rounds. You’re swaying already but the last time you went out clubbing, you sobered up halfway through and tonight was definitely not the night to be reserved.
You do one more with them and cringe. Tonight it burns more than usual and you use soju to wash away its sting.
Jian’s already called the Uber as you try to zip up your boots. Haoran swiftly bends down in front of you to guide your foot in and zips it up easily. You think to yourself about how considerate he is; he’d make someone very happy. The thought churns your stomach with guilt.
You have to find some way to let him down easily.
You push it off as a tomorrow-problem and pile into the car.
We skip the line as special guests of Haoran’s and soon enough the loud music is all you can hear. It might’ve felt weird to go clubbing without another girl, but alcohol buzzed through your veins and you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
Soon, you felt like you were losing gaps in time. One second you were dancing, then you were falling over and Jian’s hands were the only thing holding you up. You made it to the bar somehow where Haoran fed you water.
You were throwing up in the bathroom while Haoran held your hair back. Your throat burned but Haoran rubbed soothing circles.
Finding yourself in a car, you were practically sitting on top of him, his arm holding you up and his other hand resting on your thigh. You spot Jian staring from the driver seat, his eyes looking back at yours through the rearview mirror.
You’re too drunk to question where you were going, too out of it to wonder how Jian was driving.
The next time you come to, you’re stumbling out of an elevator. Jian is lifting your body and practically walking for you. Haoran smoothly unlocks his door and holds it open for you all. You walk over to his room where you’re set down on the bed. The room spins but you don’t have anything more to throw up. Haoran sits on the bed’s edge and pets your hair.
You feel a shift in weight on the other side of the mattress, but you can't bring yourself to look, instead you're heavy with the force of sleep and you fall unconscious.
By the time you stir awake, it's the next day. Your head throbs like you're getting a brain freeze but you drag yourself up to examine your surroundings. Squinting your eyes, you notice how sore your legs are. You feel like you just ran a marathon, small bruises decorating your shins and knees.
That's when you begin to notice the dull ache between your legs. Touching warily, you feel the fabric of your underwear and your fingers come back damp.
What happened last night?
Haoran's room was as familiar as always, but the blinds were shut and they cast shadows around the room in a creepy way.
Throwing the blanket off yourself, you stop when a wave of nausea hits you as you stand. After gathering yourself together, you find your jacket and bag tossed on his desk chair.
You don't quite understand why you're rushing, but something feels off about this situation and you're scared to waste any time.
You're still dizzy when you accidentally knock over a stack of books on Haoran's desk. Their heavy covers are loud as they clatter to the ground and you freeze in your place.
The door opens instantly, Jian's tall frame remains there while silently looking at you and the fallen books.
He stalks forward like a predator and you instinctively step back. "Sleep okay? You had a rough night." He asks, his tone is so contradictory to the tension in the room. You continue stepping back until your hip meets the desk’s edge.
Jian meets you where you've stopped, you can feel his warm breath and see all the details in his face with how close he's standing.
Your chest is rising and falling from the fear you're trying so hard to hide. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that, I hope I didn't cause you guys any trouble."
"It was a lot of trouble." Haoran's voice rings out from behind Jian. Jian shifts to look back at him, giving you a view of Haoran now leaning on the doorframe.
"Tsk, tsk. You even knocked over my books."
He comes closer, crouching down beside you all to collect them into a neat pile, then, drops them with a loud thud.
In an instant, his hand moves to grab your ankles, knocking you off balance while Jian bends you over his shoulder. Carrying you two steps to the bed, you're tossed back to where you spent your night.
Straight away, you crawl backwards; kicking the blanket up in a flurry until you're in the furthest corner away from them.
Haoran looms over you while Jian moves to crawl into the bed, gripping your ankle and dragging you towards them.
You scream and try to push him away, but he switches your positions so that you're sitting in his lap, arms held behind you and forced to look up at Haoran.
Haoran.
His kind features and disarming glasses now feel like a mouse trap. You still try to tug yourself free, but the grip on you gets tighter until it feels like your arms might break.
"Guys c'mon… this isn't funny. I'm really sorry about last night, I didn't mean to get that drunk. I just want to go home." Your voice cracks as you begin to cry, unable to stop the tears that begin streaming down your face. You're so terrified of them, two strong men who know you can't escape whatever they have planned for you.
"We were being careless that day. You never should've heard that conversation." Haoran speaks, leaning forward in a menacing manner. "It's a good thing you didn't hear everything though. Maybe then, you would've known better than to keep hanging around us." Jian adds. His breath was warming your ear and it sent an involuntary shiver down your spine.
"What does that mean? I thought Haoran liked me." You question.
"He does,” Jian’s watching closely for my reaction.
“But so do I."
His words are meant to clear things up, but you only feel nauseous as a chill washes over you.
"When we realized we both liked you, it was Hell. You should've seen how I gave Jian that black eye." Haoran reminisces and you recall the memory he’s referencing.
Jian had showed up with a black eye and Haoran with a busted lip. They had told you that they just got into a fight with someone they didn't want to discuss, they failed to mention that the fight was against each other.
"But then I realized: that's my best friend and you're the girl I love, how could I choose? So we decided that we shouldn't choose, we'd both have you." Haoran finishes, as if all of this was only up to them and you were a mere doll for them to play with.
You shake your head in disbelief.
"No... no. This can't be. You guys need to stop. You're my best friends, why are you doing this?"
"Yeah, the thought that you may reject this did cross our minds. But the solution was very simple,” Jian gestures casually like he’s teaching a math concept.
“Haoran and you begin dating. I’ll be honest, I was so jealous, but, it needed to be done somehow. We planned for him to take videos of you to make sure you'd agree to anything we wanted. Everything after that would come easily."
Haoran laughs, it sounds maniacal.
"Quit being evil, man, I know you're only telling her that to see her reaction." His face was split into a grin while you felt Jian's chuckle rumble against your back.
You pressed your thighs together, the dull ache becoming hard to ignore in light of all this new information. Jian took notice and reached down to caress your inner thigh. "Don't worry baby, we haven't actually fucked you yet, I wanted you to be awake when we put our dicks in you." he growled into your ear.
Jian nuzzles his face into the side of your neck earning a whimper from you. Nerves rush through you as his hand brushes your thigh in slow strokes up and down.
Your heart was hammering so hard in your chest, but you could only sit with all the adrenaline pumping in your veins.
"We did still have to get that insurance though, of course." Haoran admitted, pulling out his phone to show you a video.
It's of you in his bed. Your hair splayed out behind you and your arm is covering your face from the light. Your skirt has been hiked up and your legs are being held apart by arms that you can tell are Haoran's. You're undeniably wet as the phone flashlight highlights the shiny slick coating your cunt and inner thighs. Only Jian's arm can be seen as he pumps a large vibrator in and out of you. Your leather top is unlaced leaving your tits bouncing up and down with each thrust. You watch as your back arches and you moan loudly. Your hands reach to grip the sheets and you see your eyes roll back sloppily. Your body is shaking as moan after moan is pulled out of you and you can tell what that meant. They had made you cum and they recorded it.
You don't even remember it happening, you didn't even have any control over it, but there you were, on their phone, panting and wet like you meant for it to happen.
Horror crashes over you so fast it nearly steals the air from your lungs. Your mouth is dry and it pains you to swallow.
The video keeps playing in Haoran’s hand, your own voice echoing faintly from the speaker, dazed and vulnerable and unaware. Your stomach twists violently.
“Turn it off.” Your voice comes out weak.
Neither of them moves.
“Turn it OFF!” You scream this time.
Haoran finally locks the screen, but the damage is already done. The image is burned into your mind— your body, exposed and touched without permission while they stood over you like you belonged to them.
You shove against Jian’s chest with everything you have.
“Get away from me!”
The sudden movement catches him off guard enough for you to wrench one arm free. You scramble away from them across the mattress, nearly falling off the other side of the bed in your desperation to put distance between you all.
A disbelieving laugh breaks out of you, sharp and shaking. “Overreacting?” You repeat. “You got me wasted. You touched me while I was unconscious. You filmed me.”
Your voice cracks hard enough that silence follows it.
You can see it then— not love, not concern, not even guilt. Just frustration that you're ruining the fantasy they built in their heads.
Haoran steps forward slowly like he’s approaching a frightened animal. “Listen to me carefully,” he says. “We’ve loved you for years. Everything we did was because we didn’t want to lose you.”
“You already did.”
The words land heavier than you expect.
Jian freezes.
Haoran’s jaw clenches.
You slide off the opposite side of the bed, legs trembling so badly you nearly collapse when your feet hit the floor. Your body still feels sluggish, sick, wrong, but adrenaline is beginning to overpower the fog in your head.
The video replayed in your thoughts, a single phone held your demise, but maybe if the police came in time, that video could be deleted before ever getting the chance to be held over you.
“Don’t come near me,” you whisper.
Jian lifts his hands slightly. “We can talk about this.”
“There is nothing to talk about.”
You grab your bag from the desk chair so quickly it knocks into the wall. Your phone nearly slips from your shaking fingers as you clutch it against your chest.
Haoran notices immediately. His voice changes. Colder now.
“You’re not thinking of calling someone, are you?”
Fear spikes through you again. Not because of the question, because of how calm he sounds asking it.
The room suddenly feels much smaller and you hide the phone behind you away from their view.
Jian looks between us, tension pulling across his face. “Haoran—”
“No,” Haoran interrupts quietly, eyes fixed on me. “Because I've waited long enough for her, she should learn her place.”
Your thumb fumbles blindly against your phone screen behind your back.
Emergency call.
Just one button.
Just one—
Jian notices first.
His eyes widen. “Wait—”
You make a run for it. Rushing into the living area, trying to find anything you could use to stop them, but there's nothing that could. Haoran's body slams into you, knocking you face first onto the couch. His whole body is holding you down, the weight of him making it hard to breathe. His hands each hold a wrist onto the smooth fabric as he grinds his hips into the plush of your ass.
You're sobbing, trying so hard to move, anything at all, but you can't. You feel Jian's presence beside you, ripping your phone away and dropping it with an echoing clatter. You're this helpless under just one man, what could you do against two?
Jian crouches down where you can see him. "You can make it easy on yourself or you can live the rest of your life with that video following you wherever you go. Forget about future boyfriends, your dream job, even your family won't be able to look at you when we're done."
Haoran laughs, "future boyfriend? She won't even get that far, no man would want a slut who cums when two guys hold her down and fuck her." His voice is haunting in your ear as he grinds you into the couch making your hip bones ache from the pressure.
Haoran then lifts you up only to sit down in your place. Jian's hands are instantly on you, unlacing your top while Haoran unzips your skirt.
You're trembling but you don't fight anymore. What choice do you have? This was happening right now whether you wanted it to or not, the video was just insurance that this wouldn't be the last time.
Haoran's serious expression is finally gone, replaced by his familiar easygoing smile. He's watching your defeated cooperation and he's basking in it.
Jian begins peppering kisses down your neck. The skin is so sensitive there but he begins nipping at it then licks away the sting. His hands reach up to cup both breasts, palms kneading while his thumbs brush the tips of your nipples. One hand pinches then twists and you squeeze your eyes shut, weakly trying to drag his arm off of you.
Jian hums approvingly, "personally, I like it when you fight."
Haoran's hands come forward to grip the backs of your thighs, he guides you to straddle his hips as Jian's hands glide to rest on your throat and shoulder. He gives it a squeeze before gently kissing the top of your head.
Haoran's pants were already unzipped and his boxers were shoved down to free his erection. It came up to your belly button, leaking precum and striking another wave of fear through you.
Jian's hands slithered to grip your sides, hoisting you up until you felt Haoran's tip prodding your entrance.
"Please you guys, please don't make me do this." You plead feeling broken.
"Shhh, it's okay." Jian reassures as he eases you downward onto Haoran's shaft. Still slick from their sick fun last night, you go down smoothly. The slowness in which Jian lowers you multiples every sensation as sparks wrack up your body.
You let out a choked sob as your hands reach out to steady yourself on the back of the couch. Haoran begins rocking up into you, hands on your hips to move you back and forth with a groan.
“You’re so much better than I could’ve imagined. I had to work so hard not to shove my dick in your pretty pussy while I watched Jian pump you dry last night.”
Jian laughs from behind you while gathering your hair into one ponytail. He softly scratches your scalp to ensure he gets every strand. He then uses it to tug your head back, giving him an entrance to gently kiss you. His other hand returns to your throat again, squeezing and relaxing and then squeezing again like he's playing an instrument. His lips are wet and cold but the kiss heats up as he swirls his tongue with yours. He's biting your lip then sucking before he moves to lick the tip of your ear. Tongue flicking downward, Jian starts suck on your earlobe as the lack of oxygen makes you feel lightheaded.
This intensifies the sensation of Haoran fucking you as he pushes your hips down into him, making your clit grind against his pubic bone with each thrust.
You cry out when Haoran pumps into you particularly deep and the feeling of him hitting your back wall causes goosebumps to form.
Jian pushes your head forward so that your face rests in the crook of Haoran's collarbone. You listen to him unzipping his jeans and spitting into his hand before the wet sound of him pumping himself is heard.
It mixes in with the obscene noises coming from Haoran and you as his arms hold yours to your sides in a tight grasp.
Jian spits again, but this time it lands on your lower back, dripping down and over that tight ring of muscle. Instantly, you try to sit up, pushing off of the couch and against Haoran, but his arms get tighter like a python.
"No! Stop! Please— not there, you can't! I can’t!" You protest and writhe in Haoran's arms, but it’s ignored as Jian's thumb is rubbing circles before pushing in.
"NO!" You scream out. Jian's thumb slips slowly in and out then he hooks it to massage up on your insides. It glides back out to the opening before pressing the muscle to the side, prying it open. Jian spits again, wetting the hole once more before you feel it.
The unmistakable blunt head pressing and rubbing, wanting entrance and not asking for it.
Your hands ball into fists as you sob into Haoran. “It’s okay, shh, it’s okay. You can do this, just relax.” His hand now moves across your back in consoling circles, but you're so tense, every muscle is taut in anticipation.
Jian pushes in as the burning pain melts with the overwhelming feeling of fullness. Haoran has stopped moving, letting Jian work his way into you first. It's agonizing as he continues, every time you think he was done, he'd keep pushing deeper. He's groaning in approval, peppering kisses down the back of your neck. Finally, when he's bottomed out, he thrusts slowly, once, then twice. Until he falls into a predictable rhythm.
Haoran now resumes his movement, using his hands to guide you up and down both of them. They leave you empty only to both fill you up in an instant. Jian begins going off pace, grabbing your ass and squeezing it roughly. He spreads the cheeks apart, causing a burning stretch on your already abused hole.
You can feel them rubbing against each other in you. When one left, the other was filling you, it was an endless and inescapable sensation.
Haoran grabs your breasts, massaging one while popping the other into his mouth. His tongue swirls over your nipple, matching the rhythm of his thrusts and driving you up a wall.
It was all too much, too much everywhere, you were being fucked in both holes. Jian leans over to be flushed against your back, hand gripping your shoulder to make their thrusts deeper than before. The weight of him served as a reminder of how trapped you were. Sandwiched between the two men you thought could've trusted with anything. How did everything change so quickly?
You felt that familiar feeling rise up in you. It was so wrong, the way that you were getting tighter around them and wetter with the thought of how helpless you were, but you couldn't stop it.
"She's squeezing me so tight, I don't know how much longer I can last." Haoran's voice is strained, you can see his eyebrows furrow in concentration.
"Little princess is about to cum again isn't she? Fully awake, sober, and aware. You wanted this all along didn't you?" Jian taunts. You try to shake your head no, but the action falls short when Jian thrusts harder into you, a fast and brutal pace causing you to bounce harder on Haoran.
A moan escapes your lips as you try to focus on staving off your orgasm, your knuckles are white and you work to think of anything else but nothing they're doing makes it easier.
Your back arches and pleasure explodes in you without your permission. You spasm, shaking and moaning involuntarily with each wave of the orgasm that washes through you. Haoran is right there with you, erratic in his thrusts before shoving himself as deep as he can get, like he wants to paint the inside of your womb. His dick twitches with each rope of cum he shoots out and your belly feels warm and icky.
Jian continues, prolonging the satisfaction of your orgasm, but soon joins with some final harsh thrusts.
He rests above you, breathing hard and keeping you plugged a while longer with both him and Haoran. Then with a quick wet sound, he pulls out and you feel the sticky liquid running down your thigh. He lifts you off of Haoran and gently sets you down on the empty side of the couch. Haoran is still panting but he casts his eyes to you, curled up into a ball with both of their hard work dripping out of you.
You can only watch as your best friends, Haoran and Jian, smile at each other.
Domme and Dom treating their shared victim like entertainment. Recording their harsh scenes, taking videos of humiliating tasks, and photographing their sub whenever it's in a compromising position.
Every new scene an opportunity to take more degrading pictures, to record increasingly depraved tasks, to escalate to a level beyond inhumane. Every picture and video a new, explicit threat. Forcing them to behave and degrade themselves further, lest they risk the footage being used against them. "you'd better fucking do it if you don't want these posted." "You think your friends are going to look at you the same if they see this?" "I'd almost feel bad sharing this. You almost look like a person here. You can really see the desperation taking over and the humanity leaving your eyes."
Jointly saving tens of hours of video and hundreds of pictures to look at together. Hosting screenings. with their dominant friends so they can laugh and mock their dumb little victim together. Sending the footage other their other pets to keep them obedient and afraid of being on the receiving end of such vicious treatment. "Look at all the things our victim does for us, dear. You know you're next if you aren't good. Now be a good toy and get to it."
Forcing their victim to watch their own videos, touching themselves to their own corruption. Such a good little dehumanized pornstar, helping their owners so much by being good entertainment.
I wanna walk in on a cute needy thing grinding against one of my pillows like an insatiable little puppy and just lean back and watch them make their cute noises and moans. Pull out my phone and record them while they're so lost in pleasure their tongues loll out and their eyes go hazy if they're not already closed, thinking of that pillow as me.
Then when they're right on the edge, clear my throat, let them know I'm there. Watch their face go ashen as they see the phone in my hand and just know, that if they don't want that video to wind up on every porn site there is, they're going to have to be a very good, very obedient dog for me.
Synopsis: Touya Todoroki enjoys full benefits of his status as both top student and the son of the most successful businessman in the country. He is also a major bully and no one wants to get in his way. When you decide to give him a piece of your mind for bullying your friend, Touya figures how to use that against you
Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI! Dubcon, AU, bullying, blackmailing, mention of violence, cursing, humiliation, smut, oral sex (f. receiving), penetration, creampie, mention of m. receiving oral sex
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi
Word count: 6k
A.N.: I had fun writing this, I think it was fun to write Bully!Touya for a change instead of my original Bully☺️@dabislittlemouse here it is!
“Tamaki!”
Your dark-haired friend cringes as he hears your voice in the crowded hall. He glances over his shoulder timidly, knowing that the following conversation might cause trouble, either to him or someone else.
You walk up to him with a confused look on your face, “What was that about? Why did you tell the professor you hadn’t finished your essay?” You wonder.
Tamaki avoids your gaze nervously, chagrined that he hasn’t figured any reasons to use when you’d ask that very question.
“..I-I just didn’t think.. I-I mean I..” He stutters, which makes you tilt your head, “I, uh.. forgot it at home.”
You quirk a brow at him, picking up his lie, “I saw you having your laptop with you this morning. You said earlier that you’d send it.”
Your remark causes a hue of pink color on his cheeks, “R-right.. I uh.. I didn’t.. send it,” he mumbles.
“Why?” You ask dumbfounded, getting more confused since his vague responses only evoked more questions.
Tamaki scratches his cheek with his index finger. He clearly ponders, but to his disappointment he finds himself cornered. So accepting his defeat, he sighs heavily, “.. My laptop is broken.”
“What? How?” You ask, baffled as he bought it just about a week ago. Suddenly Nejire appears through the crowd and drapes her arm around Tamaki’s shoulder.
“Hey guys! What’s up?” She asks, but as she sees your serious look studying Tamaki, she’s quick to pick up the atmosphere.
“What’s going on?”
“Tamaki’s laptop is broken,” you comment while crossing your arms, doubtful of the reason why.
“Seriously? It was brand new!” She points out and looks at him, rubbing his shoulder as if already consoling him.
“Y-yeah..” He mutters and keeps his gaze down.
“How did that happen?” She asks curiously, far more gently than you.
“It was.. an accident.. I think,” he confesses with a barely audible voice.
Your brows furrow at the odd explanation, but then the realization hits you and your eyes widen.
“He did not—”
Tamaki glances elsewhere, finding it useless to sputter more insincerities when you clearly connected the dots. As his reaction implies that your presumption is unfortunately correct, curse words flood your mind faster than your mouth is capable of repeating them.
“Oh that motherfucker—”
“Please calm down Y/N, I’ll handle it myself—” Tamaki pleads with an apologetic look on his face.
“What? You mean—” Nejire asks, but you already turn on your heels without another word, leaving behind your troubled friends. Hands balled into fists, rage bubbles in your stomach as you’re keen on searching for the reason for your fury.
Touya Todoroki.
Top student and a guy known by everyone. He’s smart, witty and remarkably handsome with his pierced ears, tattoos and white, messy hair. His father, Enji Todoroki owns a business empire and is one of the most successful men in the country. He also donates huge amounts of funds to the university every year.
Prestigious and wealthy family that has a ridiculous amount of power and influence, everyone knows who Todorokis are and no one, including the deans and the professors, wants to be on their bad side. Needless to say, Touya enjoys the full benefits of his status as people fawn him.
Girls swarm around him, hoping to get his undivided attention, which according to rumors, always lasts just one night. Guys are mostly envious of him, but knowing his authority, no one wants to risk their future just to stand up to him.
That is to say Touya is a jerk and a major bully, who has already adopted the nature of a shark that feeds on those who dare to challenge him. It’s a habit that stems from his ruthless father who’s also known for eliminating any and all competition. There’s no doubt that such a trait suits someone who’s supposed to take over his father’s business some day.
Recently Touya has become a thorn in your flesh as for some unknown reason he has targeted Tamaki. The latter assures that he can handle it, but having his laptop broken means that he wasn’t exactly successful.
You clench your jaw in anger. Todorokis are a rich family, whose wealth isn’t affected by even a hundred broken laptops as the price of them is just as significant as a water drop in an ocean. But for Tamaki, it was an expensive investment.
You want to make sure he doesn’t have to endure such treatment ever again. So as you enter the lounge area, you glance around and notice the group that Touya always hangs out with. The 5 of them sit comfortably on couches whereas Touya stands a little further away from them, leaning against a staircase as he currently flirts with a pair of girls. Wearing that trademark lazy grin, his sleeves are rolled up, exposing tattoos that cover his veiny arms.
Your lips purse in anger, “Hey Todoroki!”
Touya lifts an eyebrow as if questioning who dares to bother him. But when he notices your enraged form advancing, his lips twist into a knowing smirk. Storming your way up to him, your demeanor is enough to scare the girls away.
“What the hell is your problem?!” You shout, uncaring how it attracts the interest of others around you, including his friends.
But Touya tilts his head dismissively, “Do I know you?”
“You can’t just break other people’s stuff like that!”
“Sweetheart, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he replies condescendingly, “You must’ve confused me with someone else.”
You grit your teeth, well aware that he knows exactly what you’re referring to, “Tamaki’s laptop.”
He gazes elsewhere and hums pensively, “Ooh, that! Yeah, quite an unfortunate incident, I’m afraid. The guy’s just so clumsy he ended up tripping on his own feet,” he scoffs and his friends make no effort to hide their amused reactions.
You inhale a deep breath, calming your burning nerves before slowly repeating the words, “Leave him alone.”
But Touya only chuckles breathlessly in response, finding it utterly amusing that someone actually tries to tell him what to do. His entitled behavior provokes you, which makes you raise your voice a little.
“I mean it! Never approach him again!”
“Or what?” He asks. You hear the dare in his tone and had it been anyone else it would’ve worked. But you step closer into his personal space and stare into the deep turquoise of his eyes.
“Stay away from him,” you copy his tone, showing that you’re not intimidated by him or what he’s capable of.
Touya studies the defiance in your eyes and finds no fake bravery. It almost impresses him and he can’t help a smirk that tugs at the corner of his lips.
Backing off, you take your eyes off of him and flash his friends a glare. Turning to walk away, you feel his eyes on your back, observing your every step.
Searching for Tamaki, you find him from the library, where he’s surrounded by his group of friends. Mirio has his hand on his shoulder encouragingly while Nejire sits on the desk and swings her legs jovially, both of them wearing smiles to cheer him up. There’s also Kirishima, Mina and Tsuyu, freshmen who you don’t know that well.
You smile. It’s really nice to see that despite Tamaki getting his confidence crushed regularly by Touya, he also has a lot of friends around to boost it. In fact, you befriended Tamaki not only for his kind nature, but also because you thought he deserves someone to have his back.
Approaching the group who immediately after noticing you, insist on hearing about your encounter with Touya. It’s nearly funny how confronting a guy like him is considered brave, though in a way, it is since he might focus his attention on you for meddling in his business. But you don’t care.
Instead, you encourage Tamaki with words and a smile, promising to lend him your laptop until he gets a new one. He protests with a shake of his head, assuring that you’ve already done so much for him.
But you insist as you’re gonna stay in the library after classes anyway, which means you can use the computers there.
***
Colors of the evening sun shine through the windows, which also acts as a cue for you to stop overworking yourself and return back to the dorm. That and also the fact that the library is completely empty.
Stretching your arms and rolling your shoulders, you get up and take some books back into their respective places. Hungry and tired, it’s quite challenging to find the right shelves and rows. That’s also why you don’t notice any other presence, even when one shuffles behind you with his hands in his pockets, observing your oblivious figure reaching for the top shelf.
“You know, I’ve been thinking—”
“Shit—!” You yelp and cringe in surprise, the book in your hand dropping on the floor at the sudden voice. Turning around, you’re greeted with Touya’s turquoise eyes and his trademark grin.
Displeasure immediately spreads on your features, “Ugh, what do you want?” You ask, feeling too fatigued to deal with his capricious nature.
“I am willing to leave your little friend alone,” he says unexpectedly.
You blink in confusion, but then cross your arms doubtfully, knowing that someone like him would never offer such a favor out of the pureness of his heart.
“I assume you’re gonna want something in return?”
He grins, “Correct.”
Clicking your tongue and rolling your eyes, you’re not surprised, “And what that might be?” You ask, uninterested. Your question though changes the look in his eyes into something you can’t quite describe. But whatever it is, it’s ominous.
“Fuck me.”
“... What?”
“Fuck me and I’ll make sure that no one, myself included, harms him.”
You blink and shake your head in disbelief, “Y-you— Are you out of your mind?”
“Consider it a fair trade, sweetheart,” he says.
You stare up at him speechlessly, uncertain whether you’re even hearing him right. Your wordless state makes his smirk widen and he takes a step closer to you, forcing you to back against the bookshelf. At that moment your heart begins to beat faster as you realize you’re alone with him.
“You’re the only one who actually has the guts to defy me,” he remarks and places his hand on the shelf, making you notice the difference in your sizes as he looms over you, hooded eyes staring down at you hungrily.
“It turns me the fuck on,” he adds with a husky voice.
You can’t deny the fearful rise and fall of your chest, but knowing he’s purposely trying to intimidate you, you revive your defiance quite quickly. Brows furrowed, you stare up at him confidently.
“I’ll never let you put your filthy hands on me.”
“You will. Because we both know you could never let me hurt someone so precious to you. Not when you have a chance to prevent it.“
Your heart clenches at his words that unfortunately are true. Touya knows that and he shows you another one of his smirks that this time is undeniably horny.
“All you gotta do is to give me some pussy.”
You grit your teeth, but manage to contain your composure. He then slowly loosens his grip on the shelf.
“You have till tomorrow evening. After that the deal’s off the table,” he begins to walk away with your gaze locked on his back.
“I suggest choosing wisely. I’m having some violent thoughts about that sad little friend of yours and it depends on you whether I execute them or not,” he points out and walks away.
The angry look on your face turns troubled as you take a moment to comprehend what just happened. Uneasiness settles in your guts, despite having prepared to accept the consequences of your earlier actions. This isn’t what you expected though so rubbing your upper arm anxiously, you decide to calm down and return back to the dorms.
At first you don’t slip out from your daily routines, instead act like nothing happened. Preparing yourself dinner and talking with your roommate Tatami as if your stomach isn’t twisting with a mixture of revulsion and conflicted emotions.
Later that night you find yourself unable to sleep and end up staring at the ceiling for hours. Arms folded behind your head, the conversation with Touya is still fresh in your mind as his words keep repeating themselves compulsively.
“Fuck me and I’ll make sure that no one, myself included, harms him.”
You sigh. No matter how many scenarios you can think of, none of them leads to a result where Tamaki gets to stay safe and you don’t have to fuck his bully.
Turning on your side, your eyes are heavy from trouble and tiredness. You know somewhere deep within your heart that the decision is easy. There’s no doubt that you’ll push aside your personal feelings to make someone else’s life better. Moreover, you were the one who complicated things by confronting a bully, therefore whatever follows should be yours to handle.
***
The next day you mostly keep to yourself, only flashing a polite smile and a carefree request not to worry to those who wonder if something’s bothering you. In reality, it’s an understatement, but no one suspects how underneath your serene composure, pounds a nervous heart.
At some point you stop procrastinating and accept that you have to seek out Touya. While you walk towards the lounge, there’s a small wish in the back of your mind that you’re not gonna find him and that this all would just go away.
But much to your misfortune, you find the group in question from the cafe. They have taken a whole table despite there being smaller ones to match their numbers. Either slouching or sprawled on their seats, others have to be mindful of their space.
You purse your lips to the side in irritation, figuring that such individuals wouldn’t take others into consideration. You then cross your arms as your gaze attaches to the white-haired bully. When Touya notices you, you show him a sarcastic smile that lingers on your face only for a few seconds. He grins knowingly and takes his time to get up and shuffle up to you.
“What a nice surprise,” he scoffs, as if oblivious to why you’re there.
You tap your foot on the floor unhappily, “I’ve decided to agree to your proposition,” you say unceremoniously, which makes the delinquent in front of you smirk mischievously.
“Lucky me.”
“Shut up. Just tell me when and where.”
“Tonight, 10.pm at the dorm.”
“Fine—”
“Not so fast—” he comments as you’re about to leave.
“What?“
“Of course we need to seal the deal.”
You glare at him, “You want a hand shake or something?”
“I was thinking a peck on the cheek would be nice,” he shrugs innocently, even though his plea is anything but.
You look at him with disgust, “Not a chance.”
“Don't make me remind you what's at stake.”
You grit your teeth. His condescending stare provokes you severely and you can tell he is just fucking with you.
Swallowing your pride, you step closer to him. As he’s much taller than you, you push yourself up on your toes and press a hasty kiss on his cheek, but then bring your lips close to his ear.
“I hate you,” you growl bitterly with a voice that seethes with contempt.
“Save something for foreplay, sweetheart,” he replies with a husky voice.
“Fuck you,” you hiss before walking away. Touya smiles crookedly and turns to his flabbergasted friends who, unbeknownst to him, observed the conversation with curiosity.
“How the fuck did that happen?” Shigaraki asks, obviously baffled to see you kiss Touya even though yesterday you yelled at him.
But their white-haired friend just spreads his arms, “Guess I’m just that irresistible.”
***
It’s 7pm and against your hard-working habits, you’ve spent the entire evening in bed, unable to stop yourself from imagining the obscene scenarios that’ll most likely happen between you and Touya. Tatami prepares herself for some fraternity house party that’s hosted by his boyfriend, Shindou. She babbles excitedly while putting on her makeup and trying on different dresses, but all you can hear is the dooming ticking of the clock.
“Y/N? Y/N??”
“Huh?”
“You sure you’re okay?” She tilts her head, blonde eyebrows furrowed in worry, “You’ve been acting weird all day.”
“Ah, it’s nothing. Probably just overworked myself,” you smile sheepishly.
She narrows her eyes playfully, “You sure you don’t wanna come to the party? A little booze and a lap of a sexy guy might release some tension,” she jokes before gathering her most important belongings into her purse.
“Nah, I think I’ll just sleep this off. But thanks.”
“Oh, okay. Have a good night then!” She smiles.
Your lips twist into a demi smile as she waves you off and shuts the door behind her. The nervous atmosphere hanging above now descends when you’re alone. Inhaling deeply, you get up and turn to check the time that blinks in eerie red numbers and dots.
It feels like you could vomit what little contents your stomach has and it makes you rub your face in frustration. Getting up, you drag yourself into the shower, even though cleansing yourself is practically pointless since the dirty feeling inside you can’t be washed off.
After a steaming hot shower, you blowdry your hair and choose an outfit. Since there’s no way you wanna entertain him with pretty clothes, you choose a plain set of lingerie, regular pants, a top and a hoodie.
Checking yourself from a mirror that’s attached to the door, you stare at yourself disappointedly. Having never imagined finding yourself in such a situation, it’s difficult to comprehend that you’re actually gonna go through with this. Sighing heavily, you shove the intrusive thoughts away and leave to search for the right hall of residence.
Insecurity in your knees, you walk across the well-lit yard with your arms wrapped around yourself. As the right building comes into sight, it stands almost threateningly in front of you as you pass the entrance.
Mind blurry, you’re unable to distract yourself from the pounding of your heart as you wander in the corridors. Gladly there’s not many people to witness your apprehensive manner since most students seem to be attending parties or having gone home to visit their parents.
As you come across the right door, you’re about to reach your hand to knock, but hesitate and end up staring at it. It’s your pride that tells you that it’s not too late to walk away, but your protective heart won’t allow you to become indecisive.
Suddenly the door opens and you tense up, meeting the turquoise eyes of none other than Touya. He grins at your nervous appearance and leans against the doorframe, “How long have you been standing there?”
Heat rises on your cheeks, “Just arrived,” you reply hastily, though both of you know that’s a blatant lie.
Choosing not to point that out, he pushes the door open for you, “Come on in,” he gestures.
You hold onto the prideful attitude and enter carefreely as though your heart isn’t currently bruising your chest.
The room is surprisingly neat. Instead of discarded clothes or cans of beer and energy drinks, the beds are made and every item seems to be placed exactly where it belongs. There’s an expensive looking PC desk, which you assume belongs to his gamer roommate and friend, Shigaraki.
As you hear the door closing, you turn around to face Touya, who walks just a little too close for your comfort. It’s almost funny, considering what you’re about to do with him.
He tilts his head a little, a lazy smile spread on his features that most people considered attractive, “So.. You look pretty.”
You don’t know whether it’s sarcasm or if he’s being truthful, but either way it ticks you off. He knows that any compliment is degrading when it comes from him.
“Why don’t we just get this over with?” You suggest sternly.
“Sure,” he shrugs, but shuffles by the PC desk and plops on the chair. You look at him questioningly as he lifts his foot to rest on the corner of his bed and intertwines his fingers.
“Strip,” he commands.
As if the situation itself isn’t humiliating enough, he wants to make a show out of your undressing, which you’re beyond reluctant to perform. Glaring at him, there’s a moment where your gazes are connected in an intense contest. Unfortunately, out of the two of you, not only is your position disadvantaged, but his deep turquoise eyes are imperative regardless of the carefree grin that’s always plastered on his face.
With no other choice, you huff in irritation and decide to execute his wish, though as unceremoniously as possible. Proceeding to unzip your hoodie, your motions are almost angry as you discard it. Then grabbing the hem of your top, you pull it over your head and drop it on the floor before unzipping your pants. Lowering them all the way down to your ankles, you get out of them and use your foot to push them aside.
Having only your underwear and bra, doubt gnaws at your judgment and your eyes meet Touya’s in the momentary hesitation. He predicts your feelings and indecision, but pays them no mind.
“Go on,” he compels rather calmly, but the undertone of his voice is unconditional.
Inhaling a deep breath to control yourself, you keep your eyes on him when unhooking your bra, never losing contact when the garment slides off of your shoulders on the floor.
As your breasts are now on full display for him, a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips and he can’t help but whistle lowly at your body.
“Come here.”
You obey rather quickly, mostly because it also seems like a permission to still keep your panties on. Standing between his legs, he readjusts his position.
“Straddle me.”
Showing no reaction, you do as you’re told. Grabbing the headrest of the chair, you carefully place yourself in his lap. Tensing up as his hands touch the bare skin of your sides and slide down on the small of your back.
“Damn, baby. All of this yet you never show what you got.”
“Cause I don’t want any assholes like you drooling over my body,” you retorted quickly.
“Well, that doesn’t really matter anymore, does it?” He asks with a wide smirk and you roll your eyes, admitting that he has a point.
He then focuses his attention on your naked breasts, squeezing both of them before sweeping his tongue over the peaked nipple of the other. It sends a tremble through your body as the air feels cold on the now moist skin. Sucking on the sensitive nub, he fondles the other, softly squeezing and using his thumb to brush the nipple.
His touch feels foreign, yet assertive and experienced. Hands surprisingly gentle as he fondles your breasts and caresses your breasts. Littering open-mouthed kisses over your chest, you inhale shakily as his growing bulge presses in between your legs. Your reaction doesn’t miss his perceptive nature as he nibbles and bites the sensitive skin of your neck, hot breath fanning against it and lips twisted into a smug smirk.
Moving his hands on your ass, he grabs a handful and forces you to grind yourself against him. Your face scrunches, brows furrowing as your clothed clit bumps against his hardened member that throbs beneath the fabric of his pants. A guttural groan reverberates in his throat as he humps you steadily, hands firmly holding your ass.
Suddenly he gets up with you in his arms and carries you to bed, placing you down on the mattress as he sets himself between your legs. Bringing his hands on your hips where the waistband of your panties are, his hooded eyes are locked on the thin fabric, the only obstacle between him and what he desires. Teasing himself, he slowly digs his fingers under the waistband and pulls the panties down your legs. It’s clear to you now why he allowed you to keep them at first— He wanted to make another show out of you exposing the most intimate part of yourself to him.
He tosses your panties carelessly on the floor and shifts his wicked gaze at you, “Spread ‘em.”
His audacity is indescribable as well as the spite you feel towards him, however, holding your emotions strictly behind your teeth, you part your legs for him.
The sight of your pussy causes a lecherous grin to spread on his features, “Fuck, that’s a pretty cunt,” he mumbles, swiftly pulling his t-shirt over his head before leaning down to kiss your mound.
“What you think you’re doing..?” You ask, almost nervously.
“I may be a prick, but I’d never leave my girl without an orgasm.”
“I am not your girl,” you hiss.
As if provoked, Touya stops what he’s doing and hovers over you, placing his hands on both sides of your head, “You are now. And after this you always will be.”
The truth in his words tastes bitter and no matter how resentful it makes you, there’s nothing you can come up with that would count as a smart retort. He grins at your speechlessness and plants a chaste kiss on your neck, whereas you avert your gaze away momentarily as the gesture seems like a rotten cherry on top of his superiority.
He then continues to kiss your body, down your lower belly and as he reaches your mound, he plants another few kisses on it. You shut your eyes and bite back a moan as he licks a long stripe between your folds, tongue sweeping subtly against your clit. Leaning your head back, pleasure consumes your body as his soft, wet tongue swirls around your sensitive clit. You keep your mouth strictly shut, but can’t stop your toes from curling though you’re reluctant to admit that he clearly knows what he’s doing. Your body slowly melts into his skillful touch as he flicks your clit with his tongue, pleasure blurring your better judgment as you spread your legs wider and allow him proper access.
He adds more pressure, which makes your back arch and hands grip the sheets as such pleasure has never surged through your body before. He is a natural tease, slowing down his movements whenever he notices you’re nearing your bliss. Your body twists in protest as a small whimper of frustration manages to pass your lips, but it doesn’t convince him to continue like you wish.
He keeps teasing you until your pussy is sensitive enough to thrust a finger inside in order to suddenly increase your pleasure. Your mouth falls agape and at this point you don’t even try to suppress your moans or sudden jolts of your body. He adds a second finger and curls them, aiming for that sweet spot inside you.
Your face distorts in pure pleasure, body writhing in such desperation for release that you grasp his white hair and shamelessly grind yourself against his tongue. Your greediness makes Touya smirk against your folds while he keeps fucking you with his fingers.
Another loud moan and a trash of your legs, you reach your orgasm that washes over you in powerful waves, your walls pulsing steadily around his fingers as you cum. Bliss numbs your limbs and you collapse on the bed, gasping for air as haze surrounds your mind. For that idle moment you can’t remember the questionable circumstances, nor the contempt you feel towards Touya. All you know is the aftermath of the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had.
Touya pulls his fingers out of you gently and sits on his knees, wiping your slick from his chin with the back of his hand. Savoring the taste of you on his lips, he’s high on the power he gained from making you cum. Also admiring the state you’re in, you look absolutely irresistible with your juices leaking down the curve of your ass while you pant with your eyes closed.
Smirk widening, his cock throbs at the sight as he starts to unbuckle his belt and lower his pants and boxers. Hovering over you, his shadow engulfs your figure and forces you to slowly open your eyes to meet the depraved look on his.
“Ain’t you cute all fucked out,” his mockery makes the last remnants of your bliss fade away and replace with annoyance that makes you roll your eyes.
“Must you talk?” You ask.
“Not at all, babe. I’d rather listen to you moan for me anyway,” he replies wittily. Heat burns your cheeks as you’re both well aware that you did your best to not grant him that joy. But not only did you fail, he also forces you to swallow your pride as you can’t outsmart his comment.
Tilting his head victoriously, he then focuses on wrapping a hand around his aching cock, pressing the head of it against your sloppy entrance. Your walls allow him to sink inside, albeit with a little resistance.
“There we go..” He grunts at the tightness of your pussy. Your brows furrow and you lean your head back, shutting your eyes as he buries himself deeper inside you, feeling the vague reluctance of your body.
His lips twisting into a smug smirk, he leans close to your ear, “Don’t fight me.”
Your response is nothing but a small whimper as he rocks his hips, gently fucking you. Your fingers curl in the sheets as you keep panting, but the subtle tone of distress soon changes into quiet moans of pleasure. Picking up the pace, he thrusts into you steadily and observes how your features relax into bliss. Grabbing one of your wrists, he pins it above your head.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises, hot breath mingling with yours.
“S-shut u-up,” you cry out, hopelessly clutching onto what little is left of your pride. But as he swirls his hips for more friction, you arch your back in pleasure, hands seeking his tattooed forearms to dig your nails into as your moans become high-pitched.
Touya chuckles as your response is exactly what he was looking for. Confident that he can easily shatter your resolution that’s already like a thin glass, he grabs your chin firmly and crashes his lips on yours. Fucking you harder, he devours your cute squeals and forces his tongue into your mouth to rub yours in a heated kiss. Saliva dribbles down the side of your mouth, pleasure losing your logical mind into oblivion.
Against any reason and all of your principles, you wrap your arms around him and scratch his back as he knows exactly how to make you squirm in bliss. His cock abuses your pussy so perfectly that you can’t seem to remember that there’s no one you despise as much as Touya Todoroki.
He smirks into the kiss for managing to tame your fury and reduce you to a moaning mess. Adjusting his position, he pulls away from you and leans his weight on his forearms. Slamming his hips against yours, he watches the pleasure written on your features as your breasts bounce back and forth. Your hooded eyes hazy as your sweet inner lips wrap around his slick-coated cock so well, so obediently.
A malicious smirk spreads on his face, canines visible as he pants in pleasure. For a moment he almost resembles the devil himself, pleased from having manufactured a treacherous deal to snatch your poor soul for his pleasure.
Suddenly he grabs your waist and manhandles you so that your legs rest on his shoulders. Leaning over you, he places his hands flat on the mattress, on both sides of your head. Slamming his hips against yours so violently that you can’t anticipate the scream that emerges. He begins to fuck you so mercilessly that tears form on the corners of your eyes as his cock hits that sweet spot inside you perfectly, forcing a loud moan after another. Needless to say, your toes curl as your orgasm nears you, making your body tremble in utter bliss.
Touya pants in pleasure as he feels your walls spasming, a debauched smile twisting his lips as a tiny drop of sweat trails down the side of his temple, “That’s it baby— Nngh— Cum on my cock,” he groans.
Your orgasm hits you stronger than ever as you come undone on his cock, walls clenching around him tightly, pulsating as waves of pleasure make your back arch. Shivers running across the surface of your skin, your body shudders like something primal inside you is freed.
“Good fucking girl,” Touya grunts while fucking you through your high. Getting more rough, merciless, he rams his cock inside your overstimulated pussy to elicit tormented screams and sinful pleasure. Thrusts beginning to be sloppy and erratic, ruthless as he nears his own end evidently.
In too deep, you can’t manage to comprehend the consequences and allow him to slam his cock deep in you, releasing his seeds in white ropes of hot cum that taints your spent walls.
“Fuck yeah,” He groans, tongue lolling out in pleasure. Taking his time to empty himself inside you, your eyes are closed as you gulp for air while a thin sheen of sweat glimmers on your skin.
Whimpering as he finally pulls out, he collapses on his back next to you. Folding his other arm behind his head, silence lingers in the aftermath as you both lie in his bed, catching your breaths.
When the haze of euphoria disappears into the air, you adopt back the rather stern demeanor, “You done?“ You ask almost rudely while still getting up as if his reply doesn’t matter.
“Pretty much,“ Touya grins lazily as he turns to observe you picking up your clothes. Moving on his side, he leans his head on the palm of his hand and watches you hastily dress yourself.
“You’re a good fuck,“ he points out crudely.
“Shut up.“
“Seriously. So when are we gonna do this again?“
You chuckle sarcastically, “And why the hell would I do that?“ You ask, glancing at him while putting on your hoodie.
Touya sits on the bed with his back against the wall, a blanket covering his lower half, “Oh, I don’t know. Probably if you want this Tamaki guy to remain unharmed,” he says, leaning his elbow on his knee and resting his cheek in the palm of his hand.
You whip your head around, “What?“
“Babe, you should always check terms and conditions properly before agreeing,” he says with a tone that’s almost reprimanding.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”
“That I never said this is a one time thing,” he points out annoyingly calmly. You stare at him in disbelief, but at the same time not surprised that he’d pull off something like this.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,“ you say mostly to yourself.
He shows a mischievous grin, “You know, if you suck my dick, I’ll buy him a new laptop.“
Your body tenses in absolute fury, hands balling into fists as his suggestion is so shamelessly casual. His lazy grin ridicules you enough to want to let all the rage burst out in all its violence, however, you narrowly manage to channel it into words.
“I fucking hate you!“ You scream so loud that it almost hurts before storming out and slamming the door behind.
Touya chuckles by himself, unbothered by your furious nature. In fact, he’s more than content with the outcome of his actions as the real reason he bullied Tamaki was only to catch your attention.
TW: Age gap, power dynamic, blackmail, forced blow job and cum swallowing
A/N:I have 2 long fanfics in the works rn. I could make this a fic too just like add more detail and make it more meaty!
The day of the interview, you were a bundle of frayed nerves. You'd rehearsed for weeks, but sitting across from Dr. Victor Gideon, whose reputation preceded him, your mind went blank. You stumbled over the simplest questions, your voice trembling as you tried to explain your thesis research. You dropped your meticulously prepared portfolio, sending papers scattering across his pristine office floor. You left certain you had completely blown the one opportunity you had dreamed of for years.
What you perceived as a failure, Dr.Gideon saw as the most valuable data point of the entire interview. While you were flustered and apologizing profusely, he wasn't looking at your resumehe was watching you. He cataloged the way your pupils dilated in fear, the frantic, shallow rise and fall of your chest, the way your hands shook uncontrollably. He saw a brilliant mind completely paralyzed by pressure and a desperate, visceral need for approval.
When you received the acceptance letter, you were so excited, believing he'd seen past your nerves to the brilliant mind within. In reality, it was an invitation into his lab and his game. He hadn't chosen you in despite your breakdown he had chosen you because of it. He had already identified the exact cracks in your psyche he would use to shatter your confidence and rebuild you in his image.
He will occasionally bring up your interview, not to make fun of you, but as a tool of control. "Remember how nervous you were? Your cognitive functions were completely overridden by your limbic system. Fascinating. It's a good thing you've learned to control that... under my guidance." He reframes your most humiliating moment as something he "fixed" for you. He constantly praises your grades and your intellect, making it the core of your identity. This is the trap. By tying your self worth so tightly to your "brilliance," the threat of him destroying your academic reputation becomes a threat of destroying you.
Victor diagnoses you as a problem in need of his solution. He calls you into his office, his expression one of clinical disappointment, and gestures for you to sit. "We need to address your performance," he begins, his voice devoid of warmth. He doesn't wait for a response, simply turns a monitor towards you displaying a series of damning charts and graphs. "Your error rate is 15% above the lab average. Your task completion time is 22% slower than my projections for a candidate with your academic profile. The data is conclusive: you are inadequate." He lets the word hang in the air, a sharp, clinical judgment that cuts deeper than any insult. "You lack the practical skills and, more importantly, the focus required to operate in this environment. Your 'potential' is being squandered by your fundamental inefficiency." He then leans forward, his visor whirring softly as he focuses on you, delivering his verdict.
"Therefore, you will be required to work additional hours in my lab. Consider it mandatory, remedial training. I will personally oversee your development to correct these... deficiencies." The offer is not an offer; it's a sentence. He has declared you broken and has appointed himself your only mechanic, and he's done so before you could voice any of your own concerns, effectively silencing you and framing your entire life outside of his lab as a contributing factor to your "failure."
When you finally find the courage to tell him that juggling the demanding internship, your full time job, and your schoolwork is becoming impossible, you expect at least a flicker of understanding. Instead, he laughs. It's not a loud or cruel laugh, but a short, sharp, utterly dismissive sound of genuine amusement that makes your blood run cold. "A fulltime job?" he repeats, his lips curling into a condescending smirk. "How... quaint. I must admit, I'm disappointed. I assessed your potential as being far greater than this. It seems you're weaker than I thought." He doesn't let you stammer out a defense, leaning forward to deliver his verdict with chilling finality. "Your inability to prioritize is a fatal flaw.
The solution is simple. Quit your job. Immediately." He slides a contract across his desk without breaking eye contact. "I'm converting your internship to a paid position. The salary is triple what you're currently making at that menial labor. You will devote that time to my lab, where your focus belongs." He leans back, his expression shifting from amusement to cold authority. "Do not think of this as a choice. Think of it as a corrective measure. A paid position under my direct mentorship is a once in a lifetime opportunity, a launchpad for a career you couldn't even dream of. To refuse would be to prove my initial assessment of your weakness correct, and to throw away the only future that actually matters."
After you agree, your consent hanging in the air like a surrender, Victor doesn't waste a second. He leans back in his chair, a predator sizing up its prey, and gestures with a flick of his fingers toward your phone. "Call them. Now. Quit." His voice is flat, devoid of emotion, leaving no room for negotiation. As you fumble for your phone, he adds a condition that makes your stomach drop. "And put it on speaker. I want to hear your loyalty to this lab and to me. Consider this your first official task." Your hands shake so badly you can barely dial, but the cold, unwavering stare he fixes on you is more terrifying than the call. When your manager answers, their cheerful voice is a jarring contrast to the horror of your situation. You force the words out, your voice cracking. "I... I have to quit. Effective immediately." You can hear the confused questions on the other end, but you don't dare answer, your eyes locked on Victor's. You hang up, the abrupt click echoing in the dead silence of his office.
A slow, satisfied smile spreads across his face. "Good," he says, the single word more rewarding than any praise you've ever received. "You see? Your potential isn't just in your mind. It's in your obedience. Now, let's get to work."
After weeks of grueling, extended hours, you're running on fumes. Every muscle aches, and your mind is a fog of exhaustion and anxiety. You've sacrificed everything for this internship, but it's never enough. Victor's presence is a constant, oppressive weight, his voice a relentless stream of clinical criticism. "Your data logging is imprecise." "That sample was contaminated by your haste." "I expected a candidate with your credentials to demonstrate more... cognitive endurance." Today, as you struggle to align a delicate piece of equipment, your hands tremble violently.
He watches you fail for a full minute before speaking, his voice cold and final. "This is clearly not working. Your continued inability to meet basic standards is becoming a significant liability. Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps I should call the dean and explain that this placement is a bad fit. That you lack the fundamental skills and temperament for this level of research." The threat, spoken so casually, shatters what's left of your composure. The thought of returning to your old life, of having this opportunity ripped away and being branded a failure, is more terrifying than anything he could physically do to you. The dam breaks. Tears stream down your face as you look at him, your voice a desperate, broken whisper. "Please... don't. I'll do whatever you want. Just please don't take this away from me. Please don't tell the school."
A slow, chillingly satisfied smile spreads across Victor's face. He doesn't offer comfort or reassurance he simply circles his desk like a shark that has just drawn blood. He stops in front of you, tilting his head as if studying a fascinating new specimen. "Whatever I want?" he repeats, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "That's a very broad statement, (Y/n). Are you certain you're prepared to make good on it?" He reaches out, his cold fingers tracing the line of your jaw, a gesture that is both possessive and terrifying.
"Because your 'potential' is finally starting to show. Not in your work, of course. But in your understanding of the situation. You're learning to prioritize." He leans in closer, his lips near your ear. "Good. Your first new task is to stop crying. Emotional displays are inefficient. Now, dry your eyes and lock the door to my office. We have a great deal of... remedial training to discuss."
The lock on his office door clicks shut, the sound unnervingly loud in the silent room. Victor doesn't say a word at first; he simply unzips his tailored trousers, revealing a cock that is both intimidatingly long and thickly girthed. He gestures to the floor in front of him. "You said, 'whatever it takes'," he reminds you, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "You are severely lacking in your understanding of applied biology, specifically human physiology and response. This is remedial training. Hands on." Your voice is a trembling whisper as you protest, "This is... this is unethical." He laughs, a cold, dismissive sound. "You forfeited the right to ethics when you begged for this internship. You told me you'd do whatever it takes. This is the 'whatever.' Your failure to keep up is your fault. Now, on your knees. Learn." He threads his fingers through your hair, his grip tightening as he guides your head down. "Take it. Show me you can follow a simple directive." You force yourself to take him into your mouth, your jaw straining to accommodate his impressive size. He sets a brutal pace, using your hair as leverage to control the rhythm, pushing you deeper until you're choking and your eyes are watering. "Relax your throat," he commands, his voice clinical. "Control your gag reflex. That's a biological function you can master."
His hips begin to thrust more erratically, his grip on your hair becoming almost painful. "Don't spill a drop," he grunts, his control finally fracturing. "That's part of the lesson." With a final, guttural groan, he releases, his cum hot and incredibly thick, coating your tongue and throat. You pull back, gasping for air, the sticky, viscous fluid filling your mouth. He looks down at you, his expression unreadable. "Open. Show me." You hesitate for a split second before obeying, tilting your head back and parting your lips, his milky white cum pooled on your tongue. He examines you for a long moment, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. "Good. Now swallow." You do, the thick substance sliding down your throat with difficulty. To prove you've complied, you stick your tongue out, showing him it's gone. "Good job," he says, the praise a sickening reward. "You're a much faster learner when properly motivated. You're dismissed."
The bus ride home is a blur of stale air and dim yellow lights. You slump against the vibrating window, the cool glass doing little to soothe the burning heat on your cheeks. Each stop and start of the bus jolts your body, a dull echo of the way he'd just used and dismissed you. The taste of him is still thick on the back of your tongue, a phantom you can't seem to wash away no matter how hard you swallow.
Your reflection stares back at you from the darkened window, a pale, hollow-eyed stranger. You don't recognize the person looking back. That person wouldn't be on this bus, heading back to a lonely apartment they can now barely afford, their body and soul feeling hollowed out. That person would have walked out. They would have screamed, fought, done something other than kneel.
But you didn't. You can't.
His voice, calm and clinical, echoes in your mind, louder than the rumble of the bus engine. "You said, 'whatever it takes.'" He had been right. You had said that. You had handed him the weapon, and he had used it with terrifying precision. The threat to call the school wasn't just a threat anymore it was a guillotine suspended by a single thread, and he held the scissors. To leave now would be to confirm every cruel word he'd ever said about you. You would be the failure, the fraud who couldn't handle it.
You pull your phone from your pocket, your thumb hovering over your banking app. The direct deposit from his "paid internship" hadn't even hit yet, but you already knew its amount. It was the exact number you needed to pay the rent, to keep the lights on, to avoid eviction. He hadn't just bought your time he had bought your survival. You were trapped, not by chains, but by a paycheck and the fear of being branded a failure.
A single, hot tear escapes and traces a path down your cheek. You quickly wipe it away, ashamed. This wasn't sadness it was a hollow, crushing realization. This was your life now. The internship wasn't a stepping stone to a brilliant future anymore. It was a cage, and you had just willingly swallowed the key.
bully!theo would spike ur drink at a party take u back to his dorm film u in explicit positions with ur face clear as day to blackmail u with it and use at as masturbation material
the headache is pounding in your temples like a sledgehammer when your bleary eyes flutter open, blinking in a feeble attempt to chase away the state of unconsciousness. you don’t recognise your surroundings, you can’t even begin to – everything is too dark, too stuffy, and your mind refuses to catch up. the only clue is the suffocating mixture of cigarette smoke and some revolting and, no doubt, male deodorant lingering in the air. you’ve definitely smelled this before…
“look who the birdie brought. the resident slut.”
this voice. this fucking voice that follows you everywhere you go, the one you never seem to be able to get rid of.
theo smirks, watching your already conscious yet still unmoving body coming to life in his sheets. he stands up from the edge of his desk and takes a few steps towards the bed – the sound is loud on purpose, you know for a fact, because this asshole has a tendency to sneak up on you anywhere he wants.
“n-nott?” you mumble, trying – in vain – to lift up your head. it feels like pure lead, dropping helplessly onto the pillow, dampened with your own sweat.
“me, myself and i.” theo bends over you, lifts a half-finished cigarette to his mouth, taking a deep, almost exaggerated drag, and blows it right in your face.
you cough, and it sounds too weak for how nauseating the scent feels in your nostrils. “where am i?” you ask, though you already know the answer. he lets out a small, mocking chuckle, and doesn’t give a straightforward reply – he knows you know.
“it’s always so fucking easy with you,” he muses, taking another slow drag. “a little baggie of mystery dust in your fruity little drink, and boom – you’re spreading your legs in my bed.”
your eyes widen in horror, quickly flicking down; to your absolute despair, you’re naked, and you can’t even scramble to cover yourself up with a blanket – your body still feels heavy with the after effects of – you already realised – drugs.
“scandalous,” theo drawls out, extinguishing the cigarette nub against the bedpost. at the same time, his free hand slips into the pocket of his jeans, fishing out a phone. “the good girl, all spread out in my bed like the cheapest whore on the market. everyone’s gonna love that.”
“wh-what do you mean?” your voice is weak and filled with panic, and theo loves that. he relishes in your helpless state, and the growing bulge in his jeans is quite the tell-tale sign.
without a word, he turns the screen of his phone towards you, and as soon as you see what’s on it, your heart drops to your already twisted stomach. a picture of you, legs spread, your puffy pussy on display – you don’t even want to think of why it’s puffy in the first place.
“come on, there’s more. so much more,” theo murmurs wickedly, urging you to scroll further. your trembling finger swipes the screen, and there’s another picture – you, in the same bed, ass up face down, with your holes all out. then, another one – your knocked out face, your drooling mouth stuffed with theo’s hard cock. another one, and another one, and another… there’s at least twenty pictures, and the worst thing? your face is fully visible in each and every single one.
“how’s that for a pretty little show?”
you don’t even notice how your eyes well up with tears, and they start spilling down your cheeks without you having any control over it. you look up at theo’s smug, stupidly satisfied face, and the sight of it makes him smirk even wider.
“poor little thing,” he coos, shoving the phone back into his pocket. “wouldn’t want anyone to see how much of a dirty slut you are, huh?”
you shake your head as vigorously as your headache allows, and theo gives you a mockingly understanding nod. “thought so.”
he slowly, lazily unzips his jeans, and you swallow, your clouded mind catching up to what is about to happen. “you know what to do, yeah?” he looks down, where his hard, leaking cock is already out, almost right in front of your face. “be a good slut for once, and these pictures might not make it out of this room.”
