ooooo im thinking about a really sweet reader and campus flirt gojo...
he's got a bit of a reputation as a flirt and he seems to date girls a little too casually, though he's always a gentleman about it (very single minded)... except when it comes to you. for some reason, when satoru is around you, flirtation turns into outright seduction and he is anything but a gentleman. the worst of it is that you pretty much let him do whatever he wants with you.
you're a sweet girl with good grades and a good head on your shoulders. a virgin when you met him, though that's long since down the drain, and your impression to most other people is that you're somewhat straight laced. depsite being so sweet... you're a little slutty. just a little. you can't really help it. you like when satoru whispers in your ear about what he wants to do to you, even in public. you like when he stands just a little too close, when he pats your ass when no one is looking. you like the way heat builds on your face. it's embarrassing, but it's good.
so, you're just a little slutty when it comes to him. you don't want to be, but you can't help it and satoru seems to like that you'll let him feel you up in stairwells if he asks, that you're so malleable when it comes to him. you'll let him do anything because you like the fact that he wants to do it at all.
sometimes, satoru looks at you like he wants to eat you, like you're a meal. he's so single minded, so focused only on you, but the worry never leaves your head that he thinks you're easy. you let him kiss you when he asks, feel you up when he asks, spread your legs and stick his tongue between your thighs when he asks. you're not an easy girl, it's just that satoru does something to you. you can't really resist it.
of course, the flip side of this coin—the side you can't see—is that while satoru may be a flirt, he doesn't sleep around. for some reason, call it hunger, he just can't seem to keep it in his pants when he's around you.
The rest of the lesser devils in court stood around you both, watching your disgrace unfold as you were used by Raphael.
Raphael | NSFW - Voyeurism - Exhibition
Your hands grip the armrests of the throne he had forced you into when he started this little game of his. You had refused to play along at first but it became clear quickly that Raphael wasn't looking for a challenge. You were no match for the Devil, especially not since you handed him the crown. The throne was an odd shape and your legs were spread uncomfortably wide as your feet struggled to find purchase somewhere.
The rest of the lesser devils in court stood around you both, watching your disgrace unfold as you were used as nothing more than a hole for their newfound leader. You can't bear to meet their gaze, knowing the shame and disgrace that fills the air. Your eyes fluttered shut, you could feel your release coming, it wouldn't be the first time you came from Raphael using your body in front of others. You hated yourself for it but your body was trained to react this way, you had been conditioned to love it. To crave it. To respond to his every command.
Raphael can feel your walls tightening around him, signaling your impending release. He revels in the control he has over you, relishing the power he holds. Suddenly, he stops his thrusting, his cock buried deep inside you. He watches you intently, a sick grin spreading across his face. You open your eyes, tears streaming down your face, your body trembling with need.
Your head falls back against the throne, your throat dry from panting. You swallow hard, aware of Raphael's gaze fixed upon you. He wants you to beg, to surrender the last shred of control you have left. You fight against it, but deep down, you know you must comply.
"Beg for it, little mouse," he demands, his claws digging into the fabric of the throne as he grips it. His hips slamming into you, the force of his thrusts leaving you breathless. You gasp, your voice shaky as you plead, "Pl-please!"
But it was far too late, you crossed the line. You came without his permission, and Raphael's annoyance is evident. He seizes your hair, twisting it harshly, causing pain to shoot through your body. He cranks your neck, his grip unyielding. "Vermin," he growls, "it appears you elude growth. Untameable creatures, sworn to stay loath."
You whimper, desperate to please him. "P-please. I-I can do better," you plead, hoping to regain his favor.
Raphael throws your head back, the impact against his throne forgotten as he continues his relentless assault. Your body responds, twitching with every thrust, your moans growing louder. You can't fight it anymore. Your walls tighten around him once more, and you can feel his release building.
With a primal low groan, Raphael leans forward and sinks his teeth into your shoulder, causing a mix of pain and pleasure to surge through you. Your body convulses, your mind going blank as your release crashes over you again. Your mouth hangs open in a silent scream of ecstasy.
As you tremble, drained and lifeless against the throne, Raphael withdraws from you, his seed leaking from your spent body. He grips your chin, forcing you to look up at him, his voice filled with sadistic delight. "Tell me, oh Apple of my eye… What should your punishment be? Perhaps I should allow one of these devils below to enjoy you."
Hot tears stream down your face as you realize Raphael's words are meant to provoke you. The thought of being used by another other than Haarlep or himself, of being treated like a mere toy, fills you with dread. "R-Raphael, no, please..." you plead, your voice filled with a mix of fear and desperation. A chill ran down your spine at the thought of one of them releasing their own seed into you…
You wanted to trust he wouldn’t… But deep down, you know that in the realm of Hell, trust is a fragile thing, and the wickedness that resides within the souls of devils runs deep and untamed.
The sun gently came up, dancing in the sky and painting the earth with a gorgeous veil of aqua blue and light blue. The clouds are pinkish orange with grey and purple, and the moon slowly disappears as the birds sing the morning's first song. The kingdom of Wisteria awoke as the birds sang, and the citizens opened their doors and windows, allowing the morning breeze to enter. Stalls were being set up as men and women carried large cartons of things to sell to passing travelers. This was the most active and visited kingdom in the country since the inhabitants were kind and the royal family was adored by each and every resident of the kinadom.
A woman with lovely cinnamon red hair braided into a low-hanging bun, her eyes closed and a serene yet serious expression danced on her face. Her hands were tenderly placed on her abdomen, and a young girl with midnight black hair braided over her shoulder strolled behind her. They proceeded slowly along the castle's lengthy corridors until they came to a big entrance. The elder woman lifted her right hand and knocked twice. "Your Highness, it is time to wake." Her voice rang out from the other side of the door into the room, where the sleeping figure was resting. She sighed when she received no reaction. She dropped her hand and grasped the doorknobs. "I'm coming in, Your Highness." She announced.
I had my own little show
The door swung open with a strong shove. The enormous chamber is shown, which is decked in gold, green, black, and the royal family's color purple. A big canopy-covered bed sat in the center of the room, concealing the person within from everyone and everything. This was the chamber of their Highness y/n, the oldest of three siblings.Everyone in the kingdom, whether old or young, male or female, admired the monarch next in line for the throne and the country's most precious treasure. Oh, to be their Majesty.
As you gently rose up, one could hear grunts and shuffling from the bed. The curtains were quickly yanked open, causing you to swint your eyes with annoyance, " Alma, most youplways do this? It's so early," you informed her. Your hair was a mess, and your voice was gruff and rumbling, laced with drowsiness. "Honestly" Alma shook her head, a dejected expression on her face. "Your Highness, it's your coming-of-age ceremony." she explained. "I'm sure your 21st birthday banquet will be spectacular, Your Majesty" The person assisting you added. "You always remain hopeful, Raine." You grumbled when you finally got out of your cozy bed.
Was a beautiful, loveable angel
Reine held your hand with a bright smile as she guided you to the bathroom. You grumble a 'thank you' before raising a hand up to stifle a yawn, Alma watched the sight with slight amusement, Before returning to her more professional expression and instructing the maids on what to do. Ensure the room is cleaned and ready before your bath is over. Many more maids enter the room with a variety of things, from the finest of Jewis to the rarest of silks, everything fitting for royalty greatness.
As you took off your nightgown and slowly entered the warm tub of water, you felt your muscles relax as a sigh of contentment left your lips. Raine and two other maids gently began to rub your hands with soap. It was a pleasant smell, like freshly baked strawberry cake, the first thing you could smell as you entered a cake shop. A maid quietly got behind you and began to wash your hair, a gentle massage. You could almost melt away right there. " All done, Your Highness." Raine smiled, "Oh, I was just enjoying myself." You replied lazily, opening an eye.
But he took the spotlight, shining so bright
As you got out of the tub, a maid put a towel around your body and another started drying your hair. You were declared ready for the following step once you emerged from the bath with the aroma of strawberry cake tattooed into your skin. Fitting, you now had to spend a couple of hours getting ready for the day to begin. Alma could be seen standing next to the drawer laced with jewelry and next to her clothing after clothes as you stepped out of the restroom with Raine and the servants not long behind you.
As you sat on a chair in front of the drawer, the ladies proceeded to style your hair and do as Alma instructed: make their Highness even more beautiful than the gods themselves! There is a long-running prophecy in the Kingdom of Wisteria. Every member of the royal family will receive a gift when they reach the age of 21. Your father was given the gift of true love when he turned 21, and he met your mother that same night while he danced and drank the night away.
Left me to fade away
Your mother was a princess from a long-dying nation. Her folks were renowned for their beauty and sage advice. It was just coincidental that she was there; the invitation had arrived at the last minute and she was contemplating dismissing it. But her parents persuaded her to go in the hopes of building contacts with other Kingdoms and saving their dying kingdom. So she gave in to her parents' request and went to the feast. She did, however, make a few connections to her delight. She felt exhausted as the night progressed, and while going through the castle's lengthy halls, she noticed a garden.
She stepped outdoors and took a deep breath of fresh air, letting out a slight sigh and smiling. She could see how the moon highlighted the rose walls as she walked around. She had no idea how long she had traveled before coming upon little bushes of moon flowers, her kingdom flowers. Her hand extended out to carefully touch them, almost as if she was afraid that if she was too harsh, they might weather in her touch. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned to face a man and stated, "I apologize." She mumbled Apologitive before turning to go away.
But honey, now the turn is mine
As if struck by dread, as if if he didn't talk to her, he'd be sorry for the rest of his life and for years to come. "What's your name, madam?" he inquired as he stretched for her hand. The prince of Wisteria met the love of his life in the moonlight, surrounded by a sea of brilliant flowers, a princess from a country whose history was on the verge of dying out and being forgotten.
When you ask your parents how they met, they always tell you this story. It was like fairytale stories, which you wanted to have one day. "Your Royal Highness?" Alma's voice jolted you out of your trance. You let out a hmm and glanced at her in the mirror, urging her to continue. "Have you had them again?" She inquired. You sighed and nodded your head. "Yes, they have been more frequent than ever." You notified her. You've had this strange recurring dream for as long as you can remember.
A devil made from heaven, sent from above
A towering figure entered your room in your dream. They have stunning Ruby eyes and would follow you everywhere. Their hand would hover over your face before beginning to trace your cheek almost lovingly. They lowered themselves till they were only a few inches away from your face. "I know you're awake, my sweet little dreamer." They spoke in a honeyed, silky tone. " Sweet dreams, you little dreamer." It began with basic terms that everybody could understand. You sprang up, a cold sweat streaming down your body, and looked about wildly. How did he gain access to your room? You were ten years old when it began, with a faceless stranger chasing you like prey.
They had been stalking you in the shadows of your room for the next 8 years, paralyzing you while you slept and touching your vulnerable body. They slid their hands into your nightgown and felt your chest rise. They circled and squeezed your sensitive mounts, a smile on their faces as they drank in the sensation and sight of you. Their lips collided with yours, gasping at the sensation of how soft you were. "It's all done, Your Highness." Alma spoke up. You looked in the mirror and blinked. You've probably zoned out, recalling your vivid dreams. Raine looked at you, concerned, and asked, "Are you okay?" Her image appeared before you. You gave her a gentle grin." Yes, I'm fine." It was true, but it didn't mean you weren't embarrassed by the arousal tugging at your legs.
Looks like Henry's got a little date, let's have some fun
You looked at Alma and asked her how long before breakfast, lifting her wrist and inspecting her wacth. " It's 10 to 9. You're all set to go." She spoke professionally as she saw you rise from your seat. Raine approached you and complimented you, saying, "You look stunning, Your Highness. You're an exquisite gem." Alma opened and kept the door open for you as you exited your room and made your way down to the dining room.
You looked out the window and enjoyed the view. The garden's flowers appeared to be floating on water as they swayed in the little breeze. What a serene sight you thought, the sea of vibrant hues practically reflecting a rainbow on the ground as the sun shone above them. deciding whether or not you should take a trip down to the garden to sip some tea while taking in the blooms.You reluctantly lifted your gaze to the door, which you failed to see was drawing near. Two guards stood on either side of the door before one opened in and announced. " Their majesty, their Highness Y/n." As he held the door open and you were on your way, they let go of the door and returned to their guarding duty.
We've got lots to do, little errand boy
The dining area was lit up, with lights beaming on the marble floor, golds on the walls, and the chandelier casting an ethereal glow over the rest of the space. It was like walking into a painting of heaven, as your father, the emperor, looked up at you, a smile on his lips. He moved up to you and hugged you as he stood up in his seat. "Y/n, dear, a very happy birthday." He spoke and pulled the chair to his left. “Thank you, Father." As your mother smiled at you from her seat to his right, you told him.
"Y/n, are you excited?" Your mother inquired politely. Her face was merely a loving expression, a pleasant smile that everyone adored. Your siblings, the empire's young prince and princess, gazed up at you in amazement. The twins are ten, and they were looking forward to dressing up and having fun at tonight's banquet. "Y/n," your sister Eleanor exclaimed as she turned to face you. "What do you think your gift would be?" Elliot grinned at you. You stared at them both, slightly puzzled, before softly shaking your head. "Mother and Father discovered true love. All I want is happiness." You told them the truth, which was correct. You desired to be happy and avoid a loveless political marriage.
Come to me at Cloud Nine
The kitchen staff entered through the doors, bearing plate after plate of food. From soup to stake, plates were placed on the table. A maid place a dish of excellent in front of you, as well as the rest of the family. When the maids and butlers finished arranging the plates, they silently backed away, forming a line close to the wall. The royal family began to eat their meals one by one. It was a calm morning of eating and covering with each other here and there. You graded a napkin and wiped your mouth clean after finishing the first day's meal.
You put the napkin down and turned to your father, declaring, "Am full, I shall excuse myself." You stated, gently getting up from your seat and bowling as a sign of respect for the imperial suzerains. You turned to head towards the door as you waved farewell to your siblings. For you, Alma unlocked the door. She followed you as you went by, as did Raine. “What should we do, Your Highness?" You hummed pointlessly while Alma questioned you in a sweet voice. Before making a decision, "Prepare a carage for me, I would like to go into town." You asked for. Alma was about to beg you mercilessly when she turned to face you, but when she saw your puppy eyes, she gave up.
To be the perfect angel, some sin must be done
She sighed, tired, and whispered curses and/or why she constantly fell for your tricks. Raine and Alma assisted you in changing into civilian clothing as you returned to your room. Raine gave you a cloak for your protection. She brought it up. "You must return in two hours, no exceptions." Alma chastised you. You thought of her as a second mother. You massaged the back of your neck shipily, "Yes, Alma." You let out a chuckle . Alma anticipated you back to the castle at one o'clock in the afternoon. You made your way down the long corridors and down the steps to the first floor, to the door. Where a butler and four knights were patiently waiting for your arrival.
"Your Royal Highness." announced the buttler and the knights bowled to you. "The carage is ready for your departure." Oliver, the taller of the knights, spoke up, a scar over his nose. His face was expressionless and solemn. He remained your guard dog; you'd never guess he was married, and to Alma of all people. Even though he appeared mean, you could see it. He was an extremely caring individual. The personnel in the castle were all caring and courteous. You didn't need to know how far some of them would go for you. They would kill for you without hesitation or concerns. You were excorted to town , walking down the stairs and into the carage.
You told me what to do and what to say
Looking out the carage window, you could see the castle walls fade into the forests and huge landscape, while the lake mirrored the sky and light rays. It was a beautiful day. You closed your eyes and listened to the birds' melodious melodies and the horses' gallops. The hums of the outside world almost put you to sleep. To you, the ride was a blur. A knock sounded out in the air, and you slowly and sleepily opened your eyes. You rubbed your eyes and searched for the door handle as you looked out the window to catch Oliver's gaze.
You smile broadly as you open the door and take a deep breath of fresh air. The carage was positioned in an alleyway, distant from the villagers but still accessible in case of emergency. As you entered the town street, you pulled your hood over your head. Purple banners hung over the town, and you smiled at the sight of the numerous colors and market stalls. Magnolia and moonflowers from the royal family were draped throughout the city as decorations. It was significantly more entertaining than the majority of the aristocratic gatherings you had attended. You walked about with excitement, checking out the stalls and watching people dance.
I couldn't escape
You approached a vendor selling sweets and said, "One, please." The vendor was an elderly woman. You asked holding a finger up. She gave you a smiling up-close gaze. "Of course, dear." You gave her the cash and she dutifully selected the candies you had requested. You surprised when you opened the bag and said, "Are you sure?" You asked her. She sent you on your way by waving. "Yes, enjoy the festival.” You cheerfully nodded once she finished, thanked her once again, and continued your sightseeing.
You'd been browsing about for a while, mostly distracted. You unintentionally bumped into someone. When you looked up to apologize, you found... no one. You thought it was strange, but you kept walking. The street began to fill up, and you heard one of the knights yell your name. You came to a halt as you passed into an alley, waiting for them to catch up to you. But that was your mistake. They lost you the second they lost sight of you in the crowd. A hand grabbed your waist from behind you, and before you could open your mouth, a piece of fabric covered your nose and mouth.
You got to choose the ending of my fate
Your efforts proved futile since the more you struggled, the more you inhaled the chemical on the fabric. Into the hands of the person who would decide your fate, your limp body dropped. “We finally meet, Little Dreamer." Ruby eyes lovingly studied your face as a slender finger pushed a stray hair away from it. His face was played with by a smile that extended to his eyes. You were finally his! But he was unable to begin formally courting you until tonight.
He held you in his arms affectionately and softly. You both became one in the crowd that was moving through town. He hummed in ecstasy, a hunger satisfied simply by having you in his arms. He proceeded until he came to a door displaying a sign: This building has been totally hired out for the night. Thank you for your patience. Have a good time at the festival. When he heard from on of his spies, he was overjoyed. Inform him that you would be going into town for a short time. He could finally have uninterrupted time with you, even if you wouldn't remember much of it. His face flushed as he opened the door with the key.
You put me astray
He was in a rush. He disliked the way his jeans felt since they were too tight. Your back was against his chest as he held you steady, and his arm was wrapped tightly about you. He used his other hand to shuffle the table in front of him. He placed you lightly on the table after entirely emptying it. Your head lolled to one side while your chest gradually rose and fell, signifying unconsciousness. As soon as his finger touched your lips, a chill ran down his spine. Your dream state was pleasant, but not as real as it could have been because they were so soft to the touch. You didn't do anything, yet you might have broken him.
His finger moved deeper into your mouth, touching your tongue. He began to carefully pull your tongue out of your mouth with his pointer and middle finger. His dick twitched at the notion of pulling an unconscious groan from you, yeah, you liked it. He couldn't stand it any longer. He grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you hard. His tongue invaded your mouth, moaning at the taste of you and deepening the kiss. He clamped his lips, pulling away from you with a shuddering whimper. He pondered what your sex might taste like if your tongue tasted this good.
But not anymore
His trembling hands drew down your top, peering into your chest. You moaned slightly at the cold air, biting your nipples. His mouth wet, and he rapidly became attached to your mounts, licking and sucking them. He pinched and massaged them since he didn't want to leave them alone. He bit your nipple in delight as your back rachd met his mouth and touched. I'm eliciting more groans and whimpers from your delicate body as I enjoy my limited time with you. He let go with a pop and looked down at your lust-filled eyes.
His hands rapidly removed his belt and pants, his cock sprong slamming on his stomach. His erection was hovering over your face as he grabbed your face into the his hands. His tip brushed your lips, and his hips threatened to collapse into you. Slowly, he worked your mouth open, and you were so heated by the gods. Lips enfolded and properly absorbed his dick. It seemed as though your words were destined for him. As he began to pump into you, your tongue slipped beneath his dick. It began slowly, but as pleasure took over, his thrust got rougher. Your moans merged into a symphony of pleasure, so take him like the good slut you are.
I'm in control
His movements become sloppy. He had completely lost himself to the pleasure of your mouth. He twitched a few more hard strokes, and he was coming ropes after ropes into your mouth. He slapped your face gently, " Come on, be a good whore and don't spill my seed." With a sadistic smile he pinched and closed your mouth, forcing you to drink everything up. He let go of your nose with a hmm before pressing his thumb to your lips, pulling your tongue out. Giving you a passionate kiss on the lips as a reward for being so good.
You stared to groan and shift in your sleep, meaning that the drug was wearing off and you would wake. He was sad his time with you was coming to an end, but like the carrying lover he was, he helped you pit your clothes back on. Once you were set and ready to go, he began to carefully lift you before a thought crossed his mind. Walking over to your lower side, he worked your underwear off. You can't leave him without a parting gift, can you? Now he could take you back to does pesky knights of yours. He stepped out of the building, pulling your hood over your head. It didn't take long for him to notice them, and when he approached them, he pretended to be concerned.
I have the stage
"Excuse me," he said to attract their attention. They were tense the instant they noticed you in the man's arms. " Could you assist them, they fell near my shop?" He stated anxiously, holding you out to them. Oliver instantly picks you up in his arms and examines you thoroughly and deceptively. He thanked the man once he determined you were unharmed. His wacth rang before he could ask the man his name. That meant it was time for you to go back to the castle. He turned to face the stranger only to find him gone, weird, but he had other things to attend to.
Oliver gently placed you in the carage and began informing everyone that it was time to return their Highness home. The catage slowly began to draw away and began its voyage back, leaving the village and its residents behind. With a quiet low groan, their eyes flicker open and blur as they acclimate to waking up. The first thing you noticed was that you were moving, not on the street but within your carage. You're left wondering how this may have occurred. Had you fallen asleep by accident? No, you shake your head at the concept, as if it were unthinkable. Your most logical approach was that you had passed out, but were and how? Your most plausible explanation was that you had passed out, but had you and how? Your thoughts were as foggy as static on a radio. You sighed and switched your gaze to the window, admiring the natural scene as the carage drove by.
You can't turn the page
After a while, the Castel walls appeared beside the oh-so-familiar gates of your home. You'd only be a few minutes away from the Castel's entrance. The carege began to slow down before coming to a complete stop. Your jaw was clenched, and your tongue had an unusual flavor and were you missing your underwear? -Tap tap - you faced Alma as she softly glanced at you. You opened the door and met her eyes with a wave. "I hope you had fun, your majesty." Her voice exclaimed, "The town is so colorful, I enjoyed it." Your words were genuine and honest.
Time seemed to move faster in your eyes, passing in a blur. Nightfall had descended in the sky before you realized it. Maids and butlers ran from one location to the next, while chefs and gardeners worked diligently to ensure that everything looked great. Everyone worked hard to make this the most gorgeous, lavish, and unforgettable banquet in history. There would be no expenses or details overlooked. It had to be flawless for their Majesty. During this time, many nobles, including the royal family, began to plan. Putting on their most gorgeous outfits and the most beautiful jewels they owned.
Now all eyes on me
Alma, Raine, and a few other maids began to assist you in preparing for your wonderful occasion. You were dressed in the finest silks available and soaked in the sweetest and most lovely perfume money could buy. The greatest of the best, the finest of the finest jewels adorned your body and hair in a magnificent and graceful style. You were magnificent when the companions completed preparing you; in their opinion, not even the best and most rare jewel could ever compare to you. They were just stones, and how could they ever convey you in words?
The person looking back at you in the mirror was stunning. They appeared to be dolls. Your hand raised up to touch your face, like a living doll. Your reflection followed as you marbled at it, 'Beautiful; you exclaimed in hushed tones. You couldn't believe it was you, but you had no choice because you were staring at yourself. Three strong knocks jolted you from your stupor, and Alma stepped up to the door and opened it, taking care not to disclose you in the process. The person on the other end of the conversation had a brief chat with her, which you could hear no matter how far away they were. Regardless, you waited patiently for her to return to your side to provide an update or pass along a message.
All eyes on me
Before closing the door and turning towards you, you give the person a nod. "Your Highness, the banquet will start shortly," Alma stated. She pulled you up and began bringing you towards the door, reaching over to your seated form and taking your hand in hers. Except for Alma and Raine walking alongside you, the corridors were absolutely vacant. Every royal family member was not allowed to be seen by anybody other than their personal maids or family on their 21st birthday. It could bring you bad luck and have an impact on the blessing you receive tonight.
if only it were true, and no one save your maids had seen you. You didn't believe in superstition, despite the pair of eyes following you from the shadows. Your garments fit you wonderfully as you walked softly, the silk of your clothes flowing like water from a river. You waited 30 minutes before the banquet in a different room. You could hear the announcers, and there was a dish of food and a cup of tea on the table in front of you. Take care not to spoil or wrinkle your clothes as you sit on the sofa.
So many experiments, so many mistakes
You could hear the announcer as they announced your family's arrival. " Ladies and gentlemen, please greet his and her Majesties.The Wisteria kingdom's monarch and empress." As the door opened to welcome them into the hall, an outpouring of applause rang in your ears. Their voice rang out again not long after to announce the following line of royals. "Please accept Their Royal Highness, Princess Eleanor and Prince Elliot, the royal princess and prince." You could hear the people's loud talk as they celebrated.
You took a drink before returning your now-empty tea cup to its plate. You gazed up at the night sky, observing as the moon and the sky glowed in the darkness. It was like a painting's starry night, magnificent the more you saw it. The door next to you creaked open, Raines' head peeping out at you. Her right-hand beckons you to her, and you get up from the couch and move up to her. "It's time, Your Highness," you say quietly, tilting your head. Raine gave you a friendly smile.
But I'll go all the way 'til I'm in perfect shape
As you neared the banquet hall entrance, Almas's hand was in yours, and you could hear the many conversations on the other side. Alma knocked on the door, backing up to a safe distance so as not to get one K.O. from it. " Ladies and gentlemen, the moment has arrived. Their Majesty, the Wisteria gem. Their Majesty Y/n," they said, and the room fell silent for the first time since the banquet began.
The doors slowly opened to reveal a sea of people, chandeliers blazing brilliantly as stars. The hall was designed with a fairytale/garden theme. It seemed as if you were staring at the night sky through a garden doom. The oracle was kept in a big capsule shaped like a star in the middle of the ceiling. The gift was the only thing that determined your fate for the foreseeable future. You wanted to gaze out the window for a while longer, but you were being swamped by nobility wishing you a happy birthday, You were tempted to scoff. The majority of them were suckers, power-hungry hyenas.
First the worst, maybe third's the charm
You couldn't help but see eyes staring at the back of your head as you socialized with the few folks you knew weren't here to suck up to you in the hopes of gaining political support. You were tempted to turn around, but practically everyone's attention was on you. After all, it was your birthday. Everyone's attention was drawn to the sound of glass being struck by a spoon. You looked about for the source of the noise, then up to see your father standing on a balcony. Only the royal family was permitted to sit in it.
" May I have your undivided attention?" His Majesty's authoritative voice echoed around the room. Given that all eyes were on him, he added, "Y/n would you come and join me?" The sea of people slit open, creating a path for you as you made your way to his majesty, as he voiced out. Oliver was waiting for you at the bottom of the steps to take you up. You could hear some of the people whisper as you climbed up the steps, careful not to fall. 'They're so lovely, one would say, while another would say, 'I wish they could marry me.’ On the last step, Oliver extended his hand to your father, giving you to him as he prepared to finish his speech.
So close, oh, I cannot wait
"On this blessed night, we have gathered here to celebrate their Highness's 21st birthday." Raise your glasses in celebration. "Happy birthday, my darling." Your father finished with a toast to you. The other visitors followed, and they all wished you a Happy Birthday in unison. " Thank you for your kind wishes. Please relax and enjoy the banquet." You made an announcement to the entire room. You took a step back from the balcony and sat close to your mother and siblings, talking and making small talk here and there!
You were enjoying the peace and quiet of simply having to sit with your family instead of talking and seeing individuals you didn't want to see. Your attention was drawn to the sound of rumbling. It was initially silent before becoming louder. "Ah, it must be time." Your mum made a remark. You sought a watch but couldn't find one. Was it already eleven o'clock? That must mean that you gazed up at the celling, seeing as the star containing your present gradually barante lower itself.
The demon won't taint me now
You rise from your seat and approach your father, gazing in astonishment at the glittering and sparking light. You received a nonverbal nod of approval from your father as you looked at him. Your father was next to the stairs, holding out his hand. You made a short bow before taking his hand in yours as he led you to the center of the room, where the star was. As the chandelier lights dim, only a spotlight shines on your walking figures as they move closer and closer to the center. Once in the center, all of the lights were turned off, leaving only the moonlight and the sparkling lights of the shiny ornament hanging in the center of the chamber.
"It is time for the oracle to grant my child a miracle. This kingdom's future ruler." The monarch declared as a gathering of people stared in awe. " Go ahead, honey." As he gazed at the oracle, the emperor nodded at you. You placed your right hand on the surface of the star, looking straight ahead, expecting your hand to contact the oracle.You watched as the surface beneath your palm sparkled in a throbbing rhythm, glistening like a jewel in the sun. Its brilliance grew brighter and brighter until it halted, and a voice from the star spoke.
'Cause you're the sacrifice he'll slay
"Oh, my my. What do we have here? A Jewel to rival the gods, a symbol of beauty." The volce uttered. It sounded manly, with an amused tone _you gave a confused gaze at the star, "Your future Is veLY Interesting, yes, yes." They mumbled out, as you Imagined he nodded while holding his chin. "You will be blessed with a fertile life on this day. May your years ahead be filled with Joy and prosperity. Your love will treasure you with adoration." They spoke In a solemn tone of volce. Your eyes enlarge and your mouth slightly opens, as if you're a fish out of water trying to comprehend the scenario.
"What do you mean by 'fertile*?" You Inquired almost in hushed tones, hoping no one could hear what you were saying. "Fertility will benefit you whether your love is a guy or a woman. Though some gods enjoy playing with words, fertility means what it means. Whether you have a man's, a woman's, or another body, you may have the opportunity to start a new life." They replied in the same tone of voice as you, in a faint whisper that only you could hear. "That Is the miracle bestowed upon you; I bid Your Majesty farewell and wished you a happy birthday." The lights dwindle until they vanish, Indicating the end of the oracle until the twins' birthday years later.
You said I wasn't good enough to stay
You wanted to hit and beat the damnd oracle for daring to utter such a thing, as well as the God who sent you this gif in the first place. You were seeing crimson, your eyes were dilated, and you were shivering with rage. But before you could tend to anything or anyone, someone requested your hand. "Your Highness, may I have this dance?" The stranger took your hand in his, bowed, and kissed the back of your hand. " Do as you please." As music began to play, you were brought to the center of the room. You dance and dance to the music, one step after the next. You both came to a halt as the final tone sounded before bowing and saying your goodbyes.
As more people began to dance, the music began to ramp up again, ushering in a new round of celebration. You Bagan to move away to one of the several balconies to get some peace and quiet. You'd had your fill of socializing and meeting new people for the evening. You sighed as you sat down on a couch. Already exhausted, you worried that Alma or Raine had noticed your disappearance and started looking for you. You should have brought a drink, but you were so eager to leave that you forgot.
You put me away
Someone was seeking for you while you were engrossed in your thoughts. But they couldn't find you in the banquet while they were overioved to have heard the oracle. It seemed as though the gods were blessing them by making you entirely theirs. They could build a beautiful family with you, and the thought made their heart expand and their dick twitch. You're sitting on their lap, your belly distended with their child. Their rationality was gradually evaporating.
They requested their eyes and ears to look for you since they couldn't find vou anywhere. They command one on their eyes that notified them where you were after you left. They graded a drink and made their way to you, their precious little love, with a smile. They feigned to be lost and just happened to stumble across you as they neared the balcony you were on. Your gaze wanders up to their form, eyes marveling at them. They wanted to ravish you right now, God."Please accept my apologies, Your Highness." They spoke!
You took away my future and my fame
You noticed a figure out of the corner of your eye and stared in astonishment as you tried to find out who it was. He was by far the most attractive man you'd ever met; he had hair as silver as the moon, and in the light of the moon, it gave him a halo of white about him. His eyes drew your attention more than his impressive jawline.Ruby eyes, the way they looked at you, as if they were memorizing every detail on your face. They appeared so familiar as if you'd seen them in your nightmares, yet you'd only just met this man.
As he observed you, he let out a husky chuckle. "You appear thirsty, your Highness," he said as he offered you his drink. "Do you want some?" He paused. You cast your gaze between him and the glass of champagne. He waited with bated breath until you reached your conclusion. "Thank you, may I know your name?" you say as you extend your hand to take the drink. You inquired, catching his gaze.He let out another chuckle, and hearing it made you feel sinful."Dorian Nikolai." He cheerfully informed you, his voice sounded familiar. You wondered where you'd heard it as you took a sip, then another.
But now that will change
You gazed at the glass as you took your last sip. Was champagne always a sweet drink? You tried to stand up, only to stumble with your feet, as if you were inebriated. The glass in your hand shattered and shattered. Dorian extended his arm and grabbed you about the waist.He smiled at you like the Cheshire cat, but you couldn't see it. You held his arm and looked at him with terror and perplexity. opening and closing your mouth you asked the question. "What exactlv was in the champagne?"
He let out a tiny laugh as he caressed your face with his free hand.Your face became more flushed with each passing second. Your body was getting warmer, and your breathing was becoming uneven. "TIl take good care of you, my little dreamer. The sparkle in his eyes sends chills up your spine. Wait, did he just call you a "little dreamer?" His remarks caused your pupils to dilate. You tried to shove him away, but vou were too weak. You were terrified, your eves swollen with unshed tears. Oh, How he liked the sight, a moan left your trembling voice cords.
Focus on me
A tear finally escaped and rolled down your cheek. He kissed the wayward tear as he dropped his face to yours. When he did, he licked his lip and smiled at you, "Tasty." You tried shaking your head free from his grasp, but he held on tight. "What's the matter? You want me to kiss it more passionately." He inquired almost condescendingly, and before you could respond, his lips collided with yours. Muffling your cries and stealing them as his. He began to slowly paw your chest, eliciting an uncontrollable moan from you.What a lovely voice you had, his lower half twitched in anticipation.
Your entire body twitched. It was as hot as fire. "Wh-what exactly did you do?" Your comments came out slurred, followed by a choked sob, demonstrating how inebriated and distressed you truly were. "Don't worry, it's just an aphrodisiac." You were forced onto the couch while your mind digested the words that came out of his mouth. Your mind was like a broken record, with pleasure and lust coursing through your veins. His lips kissed you all over your face and body. "Moan for me, my little dreamer." He spoke into your ear as his hands slid to your lower body, his touch memorizing your body.
I'll be all that they see
His head rose as he turned to face your considerably more agitated and breathless face. The bulge of his dick could be seen. He got to his feet and bowed before you. Your sex was made visible to him when he raised up / pulled down the bottom half of your clothing. Your hands attempted to move his head away from your sex, but all of your strength fled you the moment his tongue started to slip up your sex. He used his mouth like an instrument. Your groans were the result of his labors, which he heard. He was only made more satisfied the more he heard them. He licked your sex and sucked on it, consuming much of your cream.
You gasped and covered your lips with the back of your palm as a knock echoed through the air and you let out a breathy moan. Surprised, you tighten your thighs, which only serves to further entrap him. "You're Highness?" As Alma cautiously opened the door, her voice could be heard. "Y-yes?" As the wicked bastard remained attached, you inquired. He continued sucking gleefully. "Are you okay, you sound strange?" Worried, she enquired. You apologized, tripping over your words, "Am fine, just a little ahh tipsy." Your toes began to curl as the stimulation pushed you over the edge, and the knot in your gut grew tighter and threatened to burst.
I'll make them sway
Your groans were getting more and more difficult to hide from Alma. “Are you certain that you're okay, Your Highness?” Her voice was getting more and more worried. Dorian continued to laps at your sex, while pumping his fingers in and out of your sex. When she didn't hear back, she said, "Am coming in." Your body becomes more sensitive, twitching, and trembling as a result of the physical effects of panic. Alma would see you being enjoyed by a man you had just met if she turned the corner. You were on the verge of breaking since the whole situation's humiliation dulled your thoughts with pleasure. “C-could you just bring me some w-water, Alma?” sounding like a plea for help.
"Mm, if you say so." Alma deliberated before closing the door and returning to get you something to drink. Dorian smiled at your situation, and with a couple more strong thrusts, the coil cracked. Your body trembled and spammed as you moaned in a high pitch. Your juices poured and landed on his chin, and he licked your sweet honey. He stood up and stared at your disoriented and fucked up countenance. Eyes rolled back, skin flushed, mouth agape, and the involuntary spasm here and there as the rush swept over you.
No, can't run away
"Now, my dear dreamer. Why don't we have some fun in your room, Mm?" Your head was so fucked up, craving for more of his touch, more pleasure, that you didn't even notice you nodded to Dorian's request. He mended your clothes and assisted you in getting to your feet. He was confronted face to face with Alma as he approached the door with you in his hand and opened It. She stood there with a glass and a jug of water, watching the scene before her.
Alma's hand almost lost grip of the glass as her face turned bright crimson with rage. She snarled at Dorian, "Unhand their Highness, you pig." Before speaking, he peered down at her, amused. "But their Highness requested that I assist them to their room," he almost acted offended by her comments. Alma turned to face you after looking at him with disgust. "Is that true, your highness?" She was curious. "I- I'm tired, and I didn't mean to bother anyone." You breathed while under the influence of the substance. "Nonsense, Your Majesty. Give them to me and I'll take care of them." Alma proposed, much to his dismay, he became irritated by her interfering.
Now all eyes on me
He gently snapped his fingers, and from the corner of the hall, you noticed a figure dressed entirely in black. They moved in silently until they were directly behind Alma. They lifted a hand up and hit the back of her neck, knocking her out. As the glass fell and cracked, spreading the water jug to the ground, her body slumped limp into the stranger's arms. You let out a startled gasp, "A-Alma," and looked up in fear at Dorian. "She's fine, wicked wrecked getting in my way." Waving to the stranger holding Alma, he explained. Dorlan tightened his grip on your waist as he led you to your chamber.
The entire trek to your room was a blur, and the moment your door closed, he started undressing you. He unbuckled his pants by yanking them down and exposed his cock to you, he then flipped your body around and bent you over. Pumping his dick a few times to completely erect it, rubbing his erection over your hole before penetrating you with a strong thrust. As your moans resonated across the room, he bounced you on his dick, fondling your chest. You could feel him in your stomach, rearranging your guts to his Ilking, drilling into your walls.
Ooh, babe, hey
You begged him to be gentle with you with broken moans and whimpers. His hands were behind your back, holding your hands, and with each thrust, your body arched forward. He let go of one of your arms, reaching forward and grading your jaw, forcing you to look at him. Kissing you passionately, his tongue lapsing over your tongue, whispering "Mine" like a ritual, pounding into you. As he plunged into you yet again, hitting the point that caused you to see sparks in your vision, your thoughts became a jumbled mess. To dumb out from pleasure, your brain couldn't connect together an understandable sentence.
You whined at him as your walls tightened around his dick, not carrying anymore, just wanting to feel another orgasm. "Are you about to cum?" He questioned you, now with your face pressed against the floor and your tongue spilling out of your lips, muttering nonsense. "If you want to cum, you'll have to beg me like the whore you are." He growled directly into your ears. "I-I want to-"Your moan Interrupted you, eyeballs rolling into your skull. "Answer me, slut." He compelled you." P-please...let me c-cum." The knot in your stomach tightened as you felt his dick quiver inside you.
You don't know what it's like to drown away
You pleaded, squirming at his words. "You are so good for me," he said as he massaged your nipples," Here's your reward." He thrust Into you a couple more times before shooting rope after rope of cum Inside you. Your tight wall milked his seed into you, pushing his dick deeper within you for good measure. He wanted to be certain that the oracle was correct and that he could have a family with you. He pulled out of you after he was done releasing his seed inside you. As his seed oozes from your hole, he leaves you on the floor, ass straight up.
Going to the bathroom and seeking something to clean you up. You weren't in a position to do anything, saying to yourself something along the lines of 'so good.' Whimpering from the high, you're juiced and his mixed together in a pool beneath you. When he returned, he cleaned between your legs, removing sweat. Your flustered expression was adorable, with flushed cheeks, crossed eyes, and mouth agape. He washed your face before lifting you into his arms and carrying you to the bath, where he ran you a warm bath.
In a puddle of shame
When you woke up you were in bed covered by your blanket, With the sensation of your body thrusting forward. Loking up your met with Dorian humping into you. His cock left a trail of silk on your thigh, as his dick pressed and soon penetrated your sensitive hole. A moan left your lips, as he held your waist with a strong grip. His hands would most likely leave fingerprints when he was done abusing your hole for his pleasure. He pressed his large palm over your stomach, as his bulge wrecked through you.
"Be a sweet little dreamer and take it." He said as he kissed your cheek, your tongue hung from your mouth. Saliva spilled out your mouth as moan after moan was pulled from your twitching body. The coll In your body began to tighten before soon it broke. You came undone under him, twitching and moaning his name like it was a prayer to the gods itself. He kept thrusting into you as you whined from overstimulation. He came not long after you had come undone, spilling his seed into your body, marking you as his.
You, yes, you
The next time you woke, you were alone and completely sore. You felt that your body was made from concrete. With a groan, you got out of bed, pulled your blanket with you, and walked over to your wall where a bell with a string rested. After ringing the bell twice, you returned to your bed, and after some time, you heard a knock at your door." Come in," you told the person. You expected Alma to be entering the door, but instead, it was Raine.
"Yes, your Highness?" Raine asked as she walked to your side. You looked up at her before asking, " Is Alma alright?" You held worry in your eyes, and Ralne let out a small 'Ah' of understanding. "Worry not your Majesty, Alma has just fallen with a cold." As she informed you, you let out a small sigh of relief. Raine helped you to your feet, taking you to the bath. She didn't ask any questions about the marks on your body. You were grateful for that.
Made me insane
You were glad that Alma was not hurt by Dorlan, You were glad that you had woken up alone for whatever reason. You were worried most of all about the oracle. You would have to go to the castle's library and look into it more. You could also go to the doctor/magician's tower and research more about the topic. " All done, Your Highness," Raine exclaimed. "You were getting in the habit of getting lost in your thoughts lately. After getting out of the bath, she helped you get dressed.
You have decided to take a walk in the garden, maybe that might help you clear your mind. Raine helped you pack a basket for you to enjoy, some of your favorite treats and drinks, just what you needed to relax. As you walked and passed the garden walls, you breathed in the fresh air and the scent of flowers, and a smile graced your face. You came to a stop at the center of the garden, where a gazebo stood. Its pillars are surrounded by roses, bushes, and other types of flowers.
But not anymore
As you enjoyed the peaceful view, listening to the birds sing, and the wind moving the trees, you felt so calm. You enjoyed your peace along with a few treats here and there. From the distance, you spotted a butler walking towards you. You waited patiently for them to arrive, and when they did, you politely asked them, " How may I help you?" They gave you a bow before speaking, " His majesty, the Emperor, wishes to speak with you." They stated.
You gave the a nod before responding, " Very well, thank you. I shall be on my way." You spoke as you stood from your seat and stared your walk. You pondered what he could want to speak with you about as you walked the long hallways of the castle. Arriving at his office, you knocked twice on his door. Before announcing your arrival to him. From the other side, you heard him call out, " Come in." Taking his response, you graded the door handle and twisted it open.
I'm in control (I am in control)
As you walked into the room, you asked, " Father, what is ut that you could like to speak about." Finally lifting your head as the door closed behind you, you spotted a familiar figure with Ruby eyes sitting on a couch next to your father's desk. Your body frozed on the spot, remembering the way this man played with your body. Eyes wide and dialeted from the rush of emotions running through your head, " Take a seat, dear." Your father offered, hands crossed together over his desk
Taking a seat on the other couch next to your father's desk, you turned and looked at him. " Father, what is the meaning of this?" Your tone sounded inraged, but the could be the result of your emotions running amuck miles per hour in your mind. " Let me introduce you to the son of one of my good friends, Prince Dorian Nikolai. From the Kingdom of Snow and Ash." Your father introduced, as Dorian waved at you with an innocent smile.
I have the stage
You were awestruck, Dorian was prince. The man that ravished you like an animal, as if you weren't anything but a flashlight, a piece of meat to pound into. He was in your home, and for what more else to get his greedy hands on. " He has come here to officially court you. He has already asked for my blessing. His father hopes that we can make an alliance." Your father explained the reasons. Dorian rose from his seat, took your hand in his, and gave it a gentle kiss. Bowing, he said, " It is a pleasure to meet you, your majesty. "
As he did so, your heart skipped a beat, and you could feel your cheeks growing red. It was as if had corrupted you, twisting your sense of love and affection to his liking. His eyes looked at you with a burning possession, like you belonged to him and only him. Your eyes were meant to look upon him while he was created for the sole purpose of worshipping you. " It is also my pleasure, sir Dorian." You spoke, sounding breathless. You were ashamed to be filling aroused by his intense gaze and in front of your father, nonetheless. Dorian smiled at you knowingly.
You can't turn the page
" Great, now that you are both acquainted, we can start with the next step." Your father called out, catching both your attention to him once again. For the next couple of weeks, you and Dorian went out on dates. You so desperately wanted him to mess up, to slip in the slightest so you could tell your father to break the courting immediately. But that didn't happen he took you to your favorite places, got you flowers, and so on. If he held your hand, he held it just enough for you to feel his warmth, only to take it away and having you crave his touch.
As the weeks turned into moths, you had discovered that you were starving for his touch, even if it was in the slightest. You wanted him to look at you, to kiss you, to touch you, to love you. You didn't know what to do with yourself, you went to the magician. Telling him you felt sick for some reason, he ran some tests. By the end, he congratulated you, " You're in love, Your Highness." He smiled at you. You were....in love with Dorian? But...you hated him, right? Your mind was a mess. Your heart was telling you one thing, while your brain is telling you another.
Now do as you're told (Encore, hit the beat, boys)
Dorian knew what he was doing. He was making you so touch starved that you would have any other choice but to ask him. He waited patiently. At first, he held your hand for a long period of time before slowly decreasing it to accidental or sutel brushs of the hand. Watching as your eyes closely looked at his hands, anticipating to fell his touch only to be disappointed at getting almost nothing. He could see he was at your breaking point he just had to push you harder over the edge until you broke.
He was sitting in the garden with you, as he invited you to have a picnic with him. You were sitting in front of him in the chair opposite his, as you eat at the gazebo. You were barely holding eye contact with him, as he talked to you. He called your name, making you look up at him, “ Come here." He politely asked. You placed your utensils down before walking over to him. As you stood before him, his hand extended to your face, whipping some crums from the corner of your mouth.
Focus on me (Focus on me)
You blush at his actions, " What's wrong?" He asked you. " I have fallen...for you." You spoke, looking him in the eyes. He smiled, his eyes wrinkling in delight. He took your hand and sat you on his lap, " And why is that little dreamer?" He asked, amused. " Your touch sets me on fire, I feel I might have become addicted." Yiu spoke softly, lowering your head in shame. His pointer finger and thumb lifted your chin, making you look at him. He kissed you, a quick kiss on the lips. Before he kissed you once again more deeply. You both shared a passionate kiss.
You felt his growing bulge press against you. As he held your waist and softly thrusted into you, trying to get as much friction as he could. Breaking the kiss, you moaned, panting for air. He watched you ride him, eyes clouded with slust. " Won't you help me with this, dear." He spoke, pointing to the ever growing bulge in his pants. You knelt before him as he spread his legs to give you access to his clothed erection. His hand rested on the top of your head as you unbuckled his belt. Your body was hidden under the table, as you pulled his underwear off.
I'll be all that they see
His cock sprong out, his pretty pink tip dripping clear pears. It was veiny. You held it in your hand, giving it a few pumps up and down. Staring up at him with your doe eyes before licking his dick from the base up. You heard him gasp a "F-fuck." As his hips buckled into your hand. You kissed his tip before taking him in your mouth. He was big, and your eyes swelled with tears as you took what you could of his length. He stroked your cheek lovingly as you adjusted him into your mouth.
Soon, your tongue began to swerell around his length. Your head bouncing up and down, saliva falling from your lips, his hands still rested on top of your head. As he threw his head back in pleasure, he spotted movement from his peripheral. In the distance, a lone butler was waking his way towards you both. He voiced his concerns to you, but that only made you suck on him harder. With the butler quickly approaching, he could feel himself, start to twitch. His balls began yo tighten it was only a matter of time before he came undone.
I'll make them sway
The butler finally arrived, and he tried his best to seem relaxed. " Pause my intrusion, but is their highness here?" They asked, looking at him. He could feel you smiling around him, chiki little slut. "N-No, they just le-left to the castle." He stumbled out. You sucked on him harder. He didn't think he would last long. " Ah, I see. Thank you, sir Dorian." The butler bowed to him as he spoke. He turned around to take his leave before stopping again. " Are you alright? Your face seems a tad red." They asked him. "Y-yes. I'm just a little tired, I-I suppose." His voice threatening to stutter as he speaks.
Shit, he he was breaking. He was about to come as your tongue rubbed his slit, the butler looked at him before nodding and walking away. The second the butler was out of ear shot, he graded your head and thrusted into your mouth. With a groan, he spilled ropes after ropes of come into your mouth. You gladly accepted it, swallowing it all up. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, "You're so good for me, darling." He stroked your cheek. He helped you up and gave you a kiss.
No, can't run away
When he broke the kiss, he looked you in the eyes before speaking, " When we get to your room, I will fuck and stuff you full of my cum that you won't ve able to walk tomorrow. Considere that you're punishment and reward for being such a good slut for me." He finished by giving you a kiss on the lips. Enjoying how your pupils dialated and you shifted on his lap excitedly. "How did you get in my dreams?" Your doe eyes looked at him in wonder. " I guess we shared the same fates. That is why I was in your dreams, to find you and make you mine." He said while kissing you.
He lifted you into his arms and carried you down to the castle. He was going to make sure you couldn't walk tomorrow. Let alone talk after moaning and screaming his name in pleasure the whole day.
Now all eyes on me
Now all eyes on, all eyes on me
❍⊶⊷⊶⊷✶✶⊶⊷⊶⊷❍❍⊶⊷⊶⊷✶✶⊶⊷⊶⊷❍
-` 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉, 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖞𝖊𝖉! ´- sorry It took so long I was running out of ideas for this one.
A big chunk of crystal-clear ice slowly melted into Rin's glass — distorting the image of a lady in red heels, sensing his gaze on her like a predator for tonight.
Some people may call it an obsession, but Rindou wasn't obsessed with you — he was reclaiming what his.
"It's been a while, cheater."
"Sugar, y'know it's not true."
He waved his hand, telling everyone to leave him alone as a group of girls at the corner caught your eyes — making Sanzu and his men have to drag them out by their hair when they wouldn't budge.
Rindou hooked his arm around your knees, pulling you close to him as you rested your head against his chest, taking the upper three buttons off as your freshly manicured nails made a trail along his tatted chest.
"Thirty-thousand for this? My baby is either dumb and got scammed or trying to squeeze my money off."
He wrapped his hand around yours, pressing a kiss on your wrist as his eyes made contact with yours — trying to get an answer out of you.
Even though you moved out of his house, Rindou still let you have three of his cards to pamper yourself — each of them was for different occasions and as long as you didn't return them to him, he knew you were still his.
He believed you were playing around this whole time, still feeling upset when a stranger tried to make a move on him a year ago and he didn't brush her off.
You kept your lips tightly sewn, avoiding the older man's sharp eyes as his grip got tighter around your waist — pushing you to the limit as you straddled his hips, pressing your lips against his.
"You taste like alcohol, sugar."
"The guy I made out with is a heavy drinker."
Jealousy was a word Rindou never experienced before because he felt secure with your relationship with him — but your little game was his last straw and being nice to you was out of the topic now.
"Get on your knees now, whore."
He watched you climb off his lap, sitting in front of him like a good girl he taught you to be — feeling proud of himself for succeeding in molding you into his little doll.
Spreading his legs wide, you kept your hands close to you and unbuckled his belt with your mouth — taking it off slowly as you could see Rin was already getting impatient that his veins were visible around his neck and forehead.
Pushing down his boxer, you looked at his size in silence — always having many thoughts on how he would fit it inside you today when you knew that he would never give you time to adapt with it.
Shaking those thoughts off your head, you took his tip inside your mouth gently — feeling how heavy it was on your tongue, swirling it gently around his head before pushing it deeper into the back of your throat.
"Good girl."
He groaned, slipping his fingers between your hair and turning it into a makeshift ponytail — biting on his lower lip as your lipstick left a stain on his base (not that he was complaining though).
The combination of your tongue and moan was enough to drive him crazy, pushing him to his limit and giving him more high than any drug Sanzu could get for him — you were his only addiction and if you ran away again like before, Rindou might have to imprison you inside his expensive penthouse like what Mikey did to his wife.
One last buck against your mouth and he let out a thick string of cum filling up your mouth as you swallowed them without a complaint, looking at him with a pair of doe-like eyes that melted his heart the first time he met you.
"C'mere, sugar."
He took off your clothes and threw your expensive pair of underwear to the audience on the dance floor, watching them going wild and trying to grab one of the pair.
If there was something Rindou always enjoyed whenever he was with you, it was having people watching him pounding you hard — filling you up to the brim, making sure you kept everything to warm you up inside.
Rindou gripped your waist as he watched how you tried your best to fit it in as his tip was already making out with your cervix and yet, it was barely halfway inside.
"Need help? Here, lemme."
He placed both of your hands under your thighs spreading them open as he slammed his hips hard into your — a wide grin tugging on his lips, watching people taking pictures and videos of how your bare pussy was currently bullied by his thick cock.
Looking at him with red cheeks, you glanced at his hand and then your currently lonely clit — wanting him to pay it some attention as he let out a chuckle.
"You're really a whore, hm? Mine only, of course."
As if it was a threat, Rindou pinched your puffed up clit between his fingers — rubbing and rolling it with his hand as he could feel you were so close, wall pulsing and clenching on his cock, begging for it to fill you up, breed you and have every see you getting claimed by the one and only Haitani Rindou.
"I-I'm cummi—"
As if it was a cue, your raw pussy finally gave up and covered Rin's table with your sweet nectar — giving him a little bit of taste how much you had missed his voice, his touch, his cock.
As Rin noticed how tired you were, he asked one of his men to bring in a blanket — covering your shivering body with it before telling the rest to kill everyone who watched him fucking you.
After all, you were the apple of his eyes — you were his only and belonged to no one but him.
cw: noncon, crying, exhibition kink, degradation, mentions of breeding.
-an: idk what i be thinking
Cocky and impassive husband, Gojo, who slides his hand down your pants during a meeting and quickly whispers how you won’t get to cum for a week if you let out a single sound. He's a narcissist, craves public attention; an exhibitionist, the rush of touching you in public gets his blood hot all the time and what could be better than sliding the thin cloth of your panty to stroke your pretty bud between a meeting with his superiors.
Things go excruciatingly slow with him, and always start with his hands softly traveling up your thighs to grab friskily at your hips. The stealthy fingers digging over your clothed skin always cue towards his boredom— that he can't take those old men making phoney conversations trying to look smart, so he does what he likes. He drags the hot of his palm all over your body hidden under huge desks.
You know Satoru's a tease and on top of that you know of his callous disregard of anything, so he parts your thighs to stuff his hand between your legs, being awfully aware of every corner of your body. Rubbing your clothed sex right atop your clit until you're frustrated. Until you fully give into his ministrations and softly plead him to touch it.
When your parents first introduced you to him, revealing the news of your marriage to the pride of the Gojo clan, the first to inherit such techniques in hundred so years, you thought of him as some stern moralist. Until you found yourself moaning into his shoulder as he fingered you. All within an hour of the meeting. Then, it felt exciting—marrying a powerful, handsome sorcerer. Now just a shameless fool with no regard for the higher-ups whatsoever and that's what makes the situation right now all the more humiliating.
You bet on your shredded bits of self-esteem, if you get caught, he wouldn't even stop blatantly scissoring your cunt. “Satoru," you whisper his name digging your canines as hard as you can into your lower lip and yet he looks at you with eyes devoid of any emotion. Like you don't matter, like what would be made out of you doesn't matter.
As his index finger traces our pussy before stopping right at your clit. Eyes consumed with fear you search for any emotion on others face, any flicker of recognition, anything that would signal at their awareness of this promiscuity. But not a single person seems to be sparing a glance at you, it's almost as if they feign a mask of mutual naivety to enjoy the show Gojo is putting. A young girl, almost a trophy, getting reduced to her place.
Satoru flicks your pearl, rubs it infuriatingly slowly while looking directly into your eyes every time you shiver. Even with his glasses on, you know he’s staring— searching for any emotion in them.
You don't like it, you've told him multiple times. "They probably think of me as some cheap whore", you screamed into his face last week, tears running down your face, stomach churning from the sheer disgust you held inside. “They wouldn’t dare”, he grunted as he finished inside you, letting his head fall on your belly. Yet again, here you are sitting in the same abhorrent setting. You swear while biting your tongue that today you'll leave him. Go back home, never return.
"Washroom," at first you don't even hear his voice amidst your betraying body's reaction to his fingers until he pinches your thigh softly, "wait for me there."
You can't do much. Even though you grit your teeth so tightly it almost hurts, you know you can't do much. Denying is not in question. The prodigy son of the Gojo clan definitely has never faced a rejection.
With wobbly legs and little to no shame you get up from your place. Literally anyone in their right mind can tell what's happening, and it makes you want to throw up, shout and cry, but like an obedient wife you don't meet eyes with anyone and walk out of the room, digging your nails in your palm. A true walk of shame.
As you sit on the toilet seat, wiping away tears, you wait like he told you to. Wait for him to come fuck you over these filthy seat—like so many times before, eyes crinkled in that same cruel grin. Evil. Evil man.
fwb!bestfriend’s brother!yj teasing you under the table during dinner with his sister and parents and banging you when having a sleepover pls
warning(s) : exhibitionism, dom!jun, sub!reader, age gap, fingering, slight dub-con/non-con, mild degradation, slut shaming, implied smoking, marking, yj kinda a dick, not proofread, feel free to add more
a/n : im sorry for the very late reply, i haven't been here for a while and active mostly on my other acc. anyway, pls enjoy this darling and thank you so much for the request ♥️
it's already semester break and you had decided to have a sleepover for a week at your best friend's place—knowing her well that she'd ask you for a sleepover if you didn't propose the idea first when she had to watch her parents leaving to have a holiday in another city, away from her and her menacing older brother, yeonjun.
you had known yeonjun the time you befriended his sister, finding him to be cold, brooding and the whole package of 'dark grunge emo boy' ever since the second year of high school. he also never greeted you properly whenever you came to have a sleepover or a study session with his sister—only giving you a side glance, eye roll and then left the living room for the two of you once he slammed his door closed.
it had been a while and he gradually warmed up to you, giving you a curt nod as a greeting or buying you and his sister some snacks whenever he left the house to the nearest store. "here," he dropped a bag of snacks and drinks you requested, holding out his hand—telling both of you the exact number you had to pay before leaving with a small hum, lighting up his cigarette and leaving the house again to meet his friends.
"so, how's study?" was the most dreading question one could ask to a struggling student.
"it was fine," you replied with a smile, trying to conceal your pain over the fact that you had to take some classes before the next semester. feeling something on your thigh, you looked down and found yeonjun's hand resting on top of it comfortably—playing, tracing and drawing random shapes over your bare skin, giving you slight goosebumps and burning sensation once he stopped right on the end of your skirt.
his hand slipped underneath, running his index finger over your clad slit and giving a slight pressure over your sensitive nub—ignoring your stare while finishing down his dinner before pushing your panties aside, shoving two fingers inside you. it wasn't much but enough to make you full and squirming on the seat.
it was always the same once the two of you found interest in each other two summers ago, stealing some time to have a quickie or quick make out when there was none to catch you—enjoying the thrill of getting caught by your friends, his friends and his sister.
"jun, we cannot," you breathed out, watching his lips leaving marks all over your neck and collarbones while ignoring your plead to stop—left hand gripping the backside of your thigh, wrapping it around his waist while the other pushing your waist against the wall.
leaving your skin with a sloppy 'pop', yeonjun looked down to see your eyes and placed his fingers under your chin, eyes looking dangerous as always. "say it again," he licked his bottom lip, following your gaze as it shifted away from his face and starting to unbutton your pajama shirt, feeling your waist under his palm, "i take that as a 'we can' then," he rasped before pushing you down to his bed.
taking off his shirt, he ran his fingers along your bare skin and pressed kisses between your chest. "does my sister know you're here? on my bed? fucking her brother?" he gave your left breast a squeeze, rolling the nipple between his fingers before giving your right one a light suck, tongue flicking over the sensitive nub and leaving it alone with a gentle bite.
cocking his head to the side, his smirk got wider and started to coo at your vulnerable state. "what a whore. sleeping with your friend's brother behind her back," he spread your legs, massaging your thighs slowly while watching you dripping down to his sheet—still wet from the dinner.
smearing lube all over his length, he ripped open a packet and rolled the condom over it before pressing the head against your entrance, making sure you were ready to take him slowly. "fuck, whore like you are nothing but a hole for me to fuck, huh?" he gasped, watching you swallowed him with ease while keeping the noise down, avoiding any suspicion from his sister.
circling his thumb around your clit, you let out a mewl and dug your nails into his back, looking at him with glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. "jun, please, i'm close," you begged, feeling all familiar coil inside your stomach that always ready to burst out whenever yeonjun was around you—whether it was an arm length or deep inside you, yeonjun always knew your body well and how to make it cum without any effort.
"then cum for me," he looked down, gripping your waist tightly before increasing his speed and slamming his hips against yours harder, "show me how much of a dirty whore you are for my cock, slut."
Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, gangbang, cunnilingus, throat fucking, cum play, cum eating, nipple play, exhibitionism, voyeurism, degradation, sanzu threatening reader multiple times, reader gets injured (not due to any character), mentions of stalking, mentions of suicidal thoughts, light angst, hints of breeding kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex (they pull out tho), and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.
Note: hello everyone! here is the 5th chapter of the series and hope u like it 💖
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Synopsis: Other than giving great financial advice, Koko was a good listener too, especially when it is about a terrifying co-worker.
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chapter iv | chapter xi
CHAPTER V - PIÑA COLADA
The sun’s warm rays kissed every pore of your sweaty, sticky flesh that wasn’t covered by the casting shadows of the men towering above your quivering spent body. This was a mess, you were certain of it. From the way Takeomi and Koko could only groan on the sidelines at how this got out of hand to Sanzu eyeing you from a distance in obvious disgust towards your actions. It might even run deeper than that. It wasn't your fault—you never asked for this to happen nor did you coax the other men into participating in what Mikey had in mind to appease the group and Sanzu. It was either this or angering the boss. Yet, you didn't have the heart to stop them either. In the throes of lust and absolute bliss, one might never want this debauchery to end, and neither did the men surrounding you fueled by the obscene sight of you spread wide open for them under broad daylight, tongue out as semen coated your face and every part of your body they could spurt it on.
“Look at that pussy. Like creamin’ around Mikey’s cock, huh?”
“Such a naughty slut getting off of us jerking to her.”
“You’ll leave space for our cum in that pretty cunt, right doll?”
A wandering eye might wonder how did you all get to this point, letting the temptations of having no judgemental eyes of society cloud the minds of these men and yours. Except for Sanzu Haruchiyo, of course, who refused to be bewitched by your charms and join the little show. The sole thought of cumming and painting your skin with their essence was enough motivation to have the notorious executives stripped naked as the day they were born—even if it was in front of Bonten’s fearsome leader whom they all revered. All for the sake of pleasuring you and themselves that they have been denied for far too long.
Yet, despite your muddled mind running on the sole thought of cock and the urge to climax again, you knew this wouldn’t have happened if you kept your mouth shut and just went with the flow.
But how could one stay pliant and silent when Sanzu Haruchiyo was making baseless accusations that could get you killed in cold blood?
Certainly not you.
To bathe in the middle of the afternoon wasn’t something you did often back in the city. The rushing water of the falls cool against your back and is quite relaxing as the pressure hits your back. Fingers massaging your scalp while thoroughly washing the remnants of the hair conditioner you borrowed from a certain silver-haired treasurer. Your body could feel the heat leaving your system after an hour of gathering wood with Kakucho.
In fact, this was another way to have fun other than swimming in the ocean and looking for turtles.
Well, if the whole situation of being stranded on an island is fun…
You never had the luxury to indulge yourself, really. If one was employed by Bonten as their secretary, their presence was required each time papers and booking were involved. No wonder those who came before you either resigned, left, or were shot down. The pay was high, but so were your emotions and your blood pressure.
Because if you weren’t the one doing all the desk work, who else would?
To get these executives to pick up a pen and go through documents would be akin to asking them to shoot themselves. Well, not everyone entirely. There was the ever dutiful Kakucho and Takeomi who knew what he was doing. Koko was alright with handling his paperwork, especially when it involved the organization’s funds, as long as he had his reading glasses or the promise of a delicious dinner afterward that fuels him to finish his tasks before evening rolled in. The boss of Bonten didn’t want to be troubled by bothersome affairs so you were tasked to do his.
However, the three pain-in-the-ass executives, namely Sanzu and the Haitanis were a force to reckon with. The three would usually flock to the bars like hydrangeas blooming in the summer, so pretty and at home in the luxurious part of the drinking establishment. This left their poor secretary—unfortunately you—to do all the work. A scolding or two from Kakucho would have the brothers listen and do the work albeit begrudgingly depending on their mood. But Sanzu? Oh boy, there was no helping him. After the second week on the job, you left it up to Mikey to do the reprimanding because you valued your neck more than anything.
That value has certainly increased since the fateful sinking of the yacht and ending up here, especially once he deemed you as a traitorous snake in his eyes.
The second in command of Mikey’s trusted men was certainly not someone you could bump shoulders with nor gain sympathy from unless you were Sano Manjiro himself. Even now as you bathed in silence, you were quite sure Sanzu was lurking around with watchful eyes. As much as you wanted to keep your dignity, whatever was left of it, to complain would be a death sentence.
His dislike for you was certainly as strong as his taste for liquor to brush off your observation that someone—someone who wasn’t in Bonten—could be on this island. The words he shot at you left a bitter taste on your tongue.
“Don’t try to fool me, slut. I’ve been circling this island for weeks and haven’t seen this person your stupid mind imagined while you were probably getting fucked dumb by Rindou.” He clicked his tongue, a sneer on his features. “If you wanna try and pin the traitor badge on someone, make sure they’re not make-believe, yeah?”
Hands wringing the cloth you’ve improvised as a washcloth, you bit down on your lower lip out of frustration at the memory. Mind imagining the poor thing as his neck. There was no way your brain was conjuring things up that day. But sadly, no one believed you nor took the time to question it. Even Rindou was skeptical, reassuring you that you must’ve seen an animal and mistook it for a man.
Ears picking up rustling from nearby shrubbery, you paused on your washing and stood still. What the fuck was that? Gaze still trained on the plants, you slowly resumed your actions and waited. Waited for whoever or what animal was behind the shrubs to come out. Now, if it were Ran or any of them stumbling into you bathing and opted to hide behind the plants to save themselves from embarrassing you both, that wouldn’t have your heart pounding like it was about to escape your chest in fear. After all, it wasn’t like they haven’t seen you naked. Perhaps you could live with that rather than having a total stranger standing behind it with ill intentions or entertaining their perverse thoughts.
Or both.
Either way, you didn’t like how everything was suddenly all so still. Making a grab for the towel you hung on a nearby rock, you felt a scream bubbling up to your throat while the hairs behind your neck began to rise. Goosebumps littered your flesh especially your thighs at the obvious stare bleeding through the cracks of leaves, burning a hole into the back of your head and worming its way into your thoughts to induce panic. The rational part of you yelled that maybe it was just the wind or the bugs that made the shrubbery their home. Yet, your intuition was glaring at you, commanding you to wrap the towel around you and run.
Your feet were close to slipping on the mossy rocks when you heard it again, the rustling of the shrubs behind you. Swallowing a squeak, you made a run for it. The other end of the towel you failed to wrap tightly flapped against the wind as you held onto the rest for dear life. The sound of heavy footsteps gaining behind you almost seemed like death about to make a lunge at you and go in for the kill. Panting heavily, you turned slightly to face the perpetrator when your whole body slammed into something—or someone.
Kakucho was quick to steady you, hands gripping you by your shoulders to keep you from falling flat on your ass. Dual-colored irises stared down at you in concern as you caught your breath, your hand pointing down the path where you’ve been.
“Calm down, love. Deep breaths. What’s the matter?”
“S-someone… There was someone w-watchin’ me and suddenly,” Lungs expanding as you took in more air, you continued in a strangled voice close to a whisper. Fingers shaking at the rush of adrenaline mixed into terror. “The person, uh, he started chasing me after I took off. I-I don’t know who it was or…” Voice trailing off as Kakucho immediately headed to the falls in search of the individual who interrupted your afternoon bath, you shivered under the breeze that passed by, reminding you that you were still in a mere towel. Ran and Koko, who were probably assisting their third in command in gathering for tonight’s dinner, was instantly by your side. Worry and confusion are etched on their features.
“T-thank you,” you murmured at the gesture of Ran removing his white shirt and draping it around your shoulders, having noticed you freezing. “I’ll make sure to wash this l-later.” Upon hearing your statement, the older Haitani shook his head and grinned. His hand reached out to rub your shoulder in an assuring and comforting motion. His bare upper body tanned due to the numerous days of being under the heat of the sun was coated in a sheen of sweat that glistened under the afternoon golden glow. An obvious stubble was growing on his handsome face, a sight rare to see with the Bonten members who kept up with their appearances despite usually hiding from the public.
Right now, Ran had become too lazy to shave with the razor blades, fearing he’ll cut himself. It was either that, or he didn’t want anyone else to shave his stubble other than you—not trusting the others to be careful. Even Rindou.
“No need, doll. Just glad you’re alright,” Ran chuckled, “So, what spooked you, huh? A huge spider? Or maybe a lizard? Rin spotted tarantulas here so I wouldn’t be surprised.”
“No… It’s a person.”
“You saw somebody?” Koko asked, stepping forward with his eyebrow raised. “Did you see their face?” Seeing you shake your head, the treasurer sighed and crossed his arms. “I don’t wanna be rude or say you’re a liar, but maybe your mind was playing games with you? Or maybe it’s just one of us, ‘ya know? Sanzu and the rest are also out there looking for wood and gathering coconuts.”
“But that would be odd,” Ran murmured, hand tucked under his chin in thought. “Normally, no one would be hiding or chasing our darlin’ secretary to scare her out of her wits. Unless it’s Sanzu, of course. Maybe it was just him and he’s too shy to say so.”
Him? The Sanzu Haruchiyo? Shy? That doesn’t sound like him at all.
The response you were about to give sat on the tip of your tongue as Kakucho joined you three once again, a pinch in his brows. Facing your hopeful expression which he hates to ruin, he sadly shook his head and exhaled aloud. His form slightly drooped in defeat.
“I didn’t see anyone or anything that indicates someone other than you was there. Plus there are too many footprints on the muddy parts to figure out which belongs to who.” Red and silver orbs caught sight of your dejection, prompting him to ask for forgiveness. “I should’ve stood by closer. Could’ve seen who it was. I’m tasked to look after you and—”
“No, no, it’s alright,” you smiled softly, hugging yourself. This was pointless, you figured. Other than gathering evidence, you should’ve turned around and faced whoever was tormenting you. To curse your cowardice now would be pointless since it had already happened. You had your chance to see who it was, yet you didn’t take it.
Perhaps if there is a next time, I’ll definitely take it.
“Still…” Kakucho pinched the bridge of his nose, groaning softly. “I should be on the lookout. Strange people aren’t the only things that will pose a threat here. Poisonous snakes, sharp rocks—even the jellyfish in some shallow parts should be accounted for.”
“It’s totally alright, Sir. I can take care of myself whenever you’re doing other things.” Plus, they don’t seem to believe you actually saw someone. No matter, you can always find pieces of evidence on your own when it was time for you to gather wood. Maybe then, you could find something that’ll prove you weren’t having wild imaginations. “You were quite busy, Sir. I’d only get in everyone’s way and be a bother if you had to do that always.” After muttering words of gratitude, you then excused yourself to get dressed. Kakucho’s hand immediately reached out to grab your arm, halting you on your way back to the wooden house. “Yes, Sir?”
“As I said, Kakucho is fine.” He grinned lightly, those eyes of his usually aloof or guarded at times now excluded kindness. It took all of your power not to kiss him on the cheek in front of Ran and Koko. “And we’ll talk about this later during dinner, yeah? I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind. If there really is somebody else on this island, they could’ve seen him.”
Easier said than done. Kakucho was too caught up in grilling the fish Rindou and Takeomi caught to assist you in addressing the scare you had that afternoon. Ran and the rest were either chatting by the fire or cracking the coconuts they managed to get. The only one who wasn’t present was the same person the older Haitani suspected. Eyes scanning any nook or cranny for any familiar pink mullet or the usual dirty glare he’d give you, surprisingly there were no traces of Bonten’s number two in the vicinity. Mikey, whom he was normally attached to, sat by his chair made from logs. Onyx orbs drinking in the hypnotic dance of the flames to notice his right-hand man was nowhere in sight. However, you didn’t want to be the one to announce that to him. The last thing you want was to disturb him in his peaceful state.
He can’t still be gathering firewood at this time of night, right? Does he know it’s dinner time? Unless… he’s up to something.
“Who you lookin’ for?” Almost flinching at Koko’s voice that was too close to your ear, you turned to face him. He was holding out banana leaves for you to take, serving as plates. Murmuring gratitude at him, you took the makeshift dish and gave him a little smile. Snake-like eyes scanned the area, hoping to see what you were searching for. “Are you… looking for Sanzu?
Guess you could never hide anything from your employers. Nodding softly, you then let out a heavy sigh. “I, uh, have been thinking. Can this be… just between us? Although I don’t think it’ll stay much of a secret for long since I have a feeling everybody is gonna find out whether I want to or not.” Upon hearing no response, you faced him and found the silver-haired man donning a sheepish grin. A brow raised, you started to fear for the worst. Did I say something I shouldn’t have? “What? You’re not allowed to keep secrets? Oh shit, am I now allowed to say something bad—”
“No, no… It’s just that, if you’re gonna beat around the bush, you’re just gonna lose me.” Koko couldn’t help but laugh at your flustered state. “Just be direct to the point. But no, it’s alright to keep secrets.” Tongue sticking out, he then winked playfully. “It’ll cost you, though.”
You blinked once, twice. Lips parting, your tongue was tied at the executive’s statement. Was he being serious? Weighing between asking if he was or what he wanted, you swallowed your apprehensions. There was no harm in asking after all. Yet, your question was immediately answered when Koko chuckled, delighted at your puzzled expression. Those dark hues twinkled in amusement.
“I was just teasing you. There’s no need to pay me,” he mumbled after laughing, tucking his hand under his chin. Truly entertained and sprinkled with intrigue by whatever you had to say. “Well, do go on… Surely you won’t wait around before the subject of our topic returns. There’s no fuckin’ way Sanzu would let you talk shit about him while he’s around, that’s for sure.”
You decided to forget his teasing and cleared your throat, voice lowering to a whisper. “Thank you, Sir. I normally won’t express this aloud, but I’m convinced that, uh… Sanzu hates me.”
“You’re wrong.”
“What?” Confused at Koko’s words, you made sure to keep your voice on a down low while you continued to converse. “What do you mean I’m wrong? Have you seen the way he acts around me? Sanzu fuckin’ hates me. Forgive me, but I thought you’d be more attentive, Sir.”
“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” Koko snorted while shaking his head lightly. “And I’m right. If Sanzu hates you—really hates you, you’d be fuckin’ dead by now, sweetheart. Probably have been before this whole hellhole of a situation happened.” Silence occupied the space between you two momentarily, more so because you were in deep thought.
As much as you wanted to argue on that, Kokonoi Hajime was somehow on the money. Sanzu Haruchiyo would have shot you right in the face the moment you addressed him as Akashi instead of his current last name. A grave mistake on your part, but what does a new employee know? He certainly had the power and position to do anything he wanted in this organization. You could’ve been pronounced dead that day. But still, you weren’t convinced that Sanzu didn’t harbor any ill feelings towards you.
“Instead of pondering so hard on it, let me just remind you that Sanzu is a hard man to please. Unless you’re our boss, of course.” Koko then sighed, hand shooing a hermit crab about to head towards his foot. “Be honest. What do you really wanna tell me? I know this barely got under the iceberg of your worries.”
Tongue darting out to lick your lips, you exhaled shakily. Of course, he had to know. It wasn’t news to anyone here that Bonten’s number two disliked your guts ever since. “I shouldn’t be having these ideas… But I can’t help it sometimes. Especially when I lie awake while expecting Sanzu to come to my room and just straight-up murder me.” Fingers flicking off the sand that stuck to your thigh, you gazed up to look at Koko. “I have no evidence, but I think Sanzu is trying to frame me—”
“Sanzu, what took you so long?” Mikey inquired, steely black eyes following the pink-haired executive’s form walking towards him. Whether anyone saw you flinch or dart your gaze away from any observant eye, you focused on the banana leaves still sitting in your hand and stared at them like it was the most interesting thing in the world at this moment.
Speak of the devil.
Koko never said another word, keeping his questions and curiosity sealed tightly as he glanced at the man who has returned. At the appearance of Sanzu, the rest finished their task on time and started to gather into a circle around the fire. However, you didn’t have to be a mind reader to guess what was running in the treasurer’s mind, and to be honest, you were quite taken aback by your own conclusions.
Why on earth would Sanzu Haruchiyo frame you? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to claim such a thing?
From the day you stepped on this island and leading up to this day, he has been nothing but hostile to you. What boggled you, even more, was how he easily concluded you were the traitor responsible for allowing that bomber to infiltrate. Is it because disposing of a mere secretary than an executive was easier? Was he covering for the true suspect? If that is true, then who is it? Is it someone he respects so much to protect their ass?
But then, this was the same man who listens to no one other than his king—Sano Manjiro. For him to side with the suspect who could’ve killed Mikey that night did not seem to align with who he is. To accuse Sanzu of betrayal or aiding the bomber is akin to claiming a fish can’t swim. Koko had the exact same sentiments if his staring wasn’t obvious enough.
And yet, why the secretary out of everyone? Is it because accusing another executive of such treason is a messy endeavor? Why was there a need to blame someone? Why can’t he just conclude that the bomber acted alone? And, more importantly…
What is Sanzu Haruchiyo really up to?
“I’m sorry, Mikey,” Sanzu responded, setting down a few logs and sticks next to the fire. Those blue irises were as biting as the cold breeze when they landed on you. It was almost as if he knew what you and Koko spoke of which caused a chill to run down your spine. What the fuck? Did he hear us? That’s just fucking impossible. “Got caught on surveying the area for tonight as per your request.”
“Good,” Mikey muttered before he stood up and grabbed the coconut shell Rindou was holding up for him. Everyone waited for his signal to start eating, never wanting to displease the boss. Holding up the drink, Mikey then gave a silent toast that served as the cue for the feast to start. Almost immediately, every executive was making a grab for what their stomach fancied for this evening. You waited for them patiently to finish, yet it was more due to the fact that your appetite had significantly decreased at the thought of Sanzu eavesdropping on your conversation with Koko.
There’s no way he heard us. He wasn’t even around! Maybe I’m just being paranoid right now—
“Aren’t you gonna eat?” A stubbled chin was rubbing against the side of your face, Ran’s baritone voice filling your right ear as your body instantly reacted to the surprising touch. Your ear grazed your shoulder at the strange sensation whereas your eyes shot the older Haitani a glare.
“Cut that out, Ran. Your stubble doesn’t feel nice.”
His pink lips pouted at your comment. “If you only agreed to do the shaving, you wouldn’t be complaining right now, doll.” Instead of standing up and returning to his usual spot next to Rindou, Ran made himself at home next to you while pointing at his own fish. “Can you help me get rid of the bones, love?” When you made an exasperated sigh, he merely grinned. “Come on, ‘ya can’t stray from your secretarial duties now. You can’t have your boss choke on some fish’s bone—”
“Let the woman eat first, Haitani,” Takeomi grunted, making a face at the unbefitting display Ran did. “You’re causin’ such noise there that we could barely hear ourselves chew. And getting someone else to get rid of the fish bones? Are you serious?”
Laughter erupted from the circle, little from you as you watched Ran get up and join Rindou once more. His cheeks tinted with pink at Takeomi’s comment, muttering under his breath. Thankfully, that was enough to peel him off of your side. You didn’t want to have any other prying eyes or ears to hear you and Koko if you both were to resume your conversation earlier. However, as Kakucho cleared his throat to bring up what occurred that afternoon as promised, you kinda wished Ran stayed.
“What? She saw a person?” Sanzu repeated, one of his brows raised at what Kakucho relayed to the group. Those icy blues shot to your squatting form, certainly annoyed. Instinctively, you lowered your head. Of course, he wasn’t going to believe you. “Are you sure she isn’t tryin’ to trick ‘ya? I just circled the whole island, you know, and saw no soul out other than us. What’s next? Is she gonna say she saw a headless man walking down the shore at night? Bullshit, I tell ‘ya.”
“Did you go and check?” Mikey turned to his number three for the answer, to which Kakucho replied with a nod. “Well? Was anyone there?”
“No, Sir—”
“Bitch is seeing things, that’s what,” Sanzu spat. Contempt and irritation swirled in his azure irises as they stared at you. It took everything in you not to stand and start yelling that you indeed saw another human being on this island. Yet, even if you did, there was no way Sanzu Haruchiyo would back down. He seemed complacent and for good reason, too. No one saw this mysterious person other than you and every time that you did, there was no evidence that suggest so. In short, he had everyone’s backing despite barely lifting a finger to tip the tides. “She’s probably tryin’ to shift the blame onto some imagination of hers. Why won’t you just admit that ‘ya slipped the bastard into that boat, huh? What’s it gonna take?”
“But I didn’t—”
“Speak up!” The pink-haired man almost roared, his tone had you close to tears yet you fought them back. Weaknesses weren’t what you wanted to be on display now. Balling up your shaky fingers into a fist, you gathered up your courage to do exactly what Sanzu wanted.
“I said, I didn’t let that bomber into the yacht,” you spoke up, lifting your chin to see Sanzu eye to eye. Nobody mattered at this point, only him and your determination to make him see that you weren’t what he thought you to be. “Neither do I have any connection to the fucker—I am not a traitor, Sir. I don’t know what I have to do to prove it to ‘ya, but I know for a fact that I work for Bonten. I’ve handled sensitive files and could’ve easily turned that over to the police or whatever organization that is out to bite our asses, but I didn’t. If I wanted to, I could’ve done so back in Tokyo or any other day where I’m not in the most vulnerable position I am in now. So, you saying that I’m a traitor with no backing is as good as horse shit.”
Mentally patting yourself on the back for getting those words out of your mouth without stumbling over them, you felt your legs lose their strength despite not even standing up. Just even sitting a few feet away from the clearly fuming Sanzu was terrifying. He didn’t expect you to actually speak up or even say that he was wrong.
The sweat rolling down your back was akin to ice upon seeing Bonten’s number two, the mad dog and the most dangerous man of Tokyo second to Mikey, started to walk towards you. You know, even if you started running, he was most likely to catch and pin you down. Staying still, you held in a breath when Sanzu leaned close until there was barely an inch keeping your noses from touching. The scars on the corner of his lips were so vivid that you swore you could tell where they started and ended despite the odd shape.
“‘Ya think you did something, huh? Yet even with that, you don’t have any proof you’re not the traitor. You act so smart and all, but a slut is a slut,” he sneered at your frightened expression. “What? Gonna spill to us your dirty little secret after you’ve tasted every available cock here? I bet my fuckin’ gun you would. In fact, I bet you’re just putting up this vulnerable act to fool us, yeah? Just shut up and drop dead, cunning whore.”
Scarlet. Your vision was shrouded in scarlet at Sanzu’s words. Doused with unforeseen anger that was all bottled up within, now spilling out and marring your rational mind. Nothing was on your sight that bled red except the back of his head, his legs moving him to stand next to his ‘king’. The complaints and comments the others had over what he said turned to white noise. You didn’t know how you did it—standing up and grabbing the empty coconut before hurling it towards his retreating back—but you did. The husk hit Sanzu Haruchiyo squarely on the head, the force knocking him forward that he was sure to have landed on Mikey’s shocked form that mirrored the rest if he didn’t steady himself on time.
“Fuck—what the…?”
The rest of the evening was history. All that you remembered after receiving a verbal warning from Mikey was how it took Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, and Takeomi to keep Sanzu from going after you. His screams of “I’m gonna kill ‘ya!” and “Get back here, bitch! We’re not done yet!” filled the entire evening air that came to a halt once you were out of his sight. Dinner was cut short and you ended up sitting in your room to replay the horrific decision of throwing a coconut at one of your superiors. You were quite sure you would be sleeping on a barely filled stomach and the threat of welcoming the morning already dead when Koko knocked on the wall and pulled back the cloth that served as a pathetic door.
“That was stupid.”
“It was…”
“I can’t believe you did that.”
“I know.”
“But I’m kinda glad you did,” Koko chuckled, taking the empty spot next to you and handing the banana leaves that contained an assortment of fruits. “Here, I managed to grab this before Sanzu could say you shouldn’t be fed for what you did tonight. I would be vile not to give you food.” Once you took the food from his hand, the silver-haired man continued in a small voice that was almost carried off by the salty breeze that entered through the gaps on the wall. “Mikey said that he’ll punish you tomorrow, first thing in the morning.”
Stilling at the information, you visibly swallowed at what that entailed. If Mikey decided to punish you, it was either he felt the need to or it was a request. You figured it was the latter.
“Ah, of course. This was bound to happen. Gotta prepare myself,” you mumbled, not caring whether Koko was listening or not. Picking up a slice of plum, you bit onto the fruit with a defeated sigh. Could you consider this your final meal before being sent to the gallows in the form of Sano Manjiro? You didn't know. Images of either getting shot, sliced on the throat, strangled to death, or just the classic drowning murked your hopeful wishes of him just giving you a simple task of cooking for the next few days. Whatever he’ll decide to do with you, you were quite sure you’ll never see it coming. “Did… he say anything about my punishment?” Swallowing hard a second time, you added almost hesitantly, “I-is he going to kill me? Mikey’s gonna kill me, isn’t he”
“Mikey won’t do that—”
“Don’t lie.”
“I’m not lying—”
“Maybe I-I should just go kick the bucket to make it easier, huh?” Tears that blurred your sight started rolling down your cheeks one by one, frightened at the thought of dying tomorrow. Ah, what a truly pathetic sight it is to be crying in front of one of your superiors. Yet, you couldn’t hold back the waterworks, letting it all out. Who wouldn't be terrified? “Should I just shoot m-myself? Isn’t that w-what Sanzu wants? Will that m-make things better? Am I really that disposable? You know? These thoughts have been popping up in my head for a while now and I try to keep them at bay. But sometimes they just won’t quiet down, you know? And yet, I feel like this is unfair ‘cause I’m not the traitor…” The rest of your depressing inquiries that only lead you down further toward an endless spiral of hate and despair were muffled by Koko’s shoulder. His arm wrapped around you and held you against him tightly, his lips next to your ear as he clicked his tongue in a scolding manner that had your eyes widening for a fraction.
Is Koko really hugging you right now?
“What on earth are ‘ya talking about, huh? No one is dying—especially you,” Koko sighed after patting your back, hoping to soothe down the sobs that wracked your body. “There, there. Stop cryin’, okay? You’re just gonna let Sanzu win if you let him hear you cry. That bastard has already said enough. Don’t cry… Yeah, that’s it. Deep breaths.” Pulling back, the silver-haired Bonten treasurer grinned down at you, his lithe fingers wiping away the tears you didn’t manage to graze away. Once you started to calm down, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Cheeks hot, you looked away. How embarrassing. “Seriously, what made you think Mikey’s gonna kill you, huh? He hasn’t even decided what to do. You do let your imagination run wild, huh? Besides, Sanzu’s alright—he’s not dying anytime soon.”
Blinking a few times, you inhaled sharply to prevent snot from running down your nose and further humiliating yourself. “H-he is? Honest?”
Koko scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Of course. It’ll take probably ten bullets to bring down that guy. Getting hit on the head with a coconut is not gonna give him permanent brain damage, trust me,” he muttered. “Other than just a small bump, Sanzu’s fine. He’s still standin’ on two legs after all.”
“Still, I hit my own boss,” you groaned onto your palms, mentally chastising yourself for letting your emotions get the best of you. “I shouldn’t have done that. If only I could turn back time…” Mulling over something that has already occurred was pointless, you knew. There was nothing else to do but sleep and accept tomorrow’s punishment—whatever it might be. But removing the fear for what it may be proved to be impossible as you bid Koko good night once he stood up. Everyone was tired after a full day of moving about and Koko was no exception to this.
“Just don’t worry too much about it, ‘kay?” Koko grinned, patting your shoulder. The action soothed your concerns, just a bit. “Mikey won’t do anything of the sort you’re so scared about. He might just ask you to gather wood or cook tomorrow, you’ll see. Okay?”
“I just hope so…”
His hand moved effortlessly to your head, patting it. A small smile now gracing his softened features. Normally, this wasn’t something that occurs between an employee and their boss but for your sanity’s sake, it was a necessity. Nevertheless, you relaxed your stiff shoulders. Koko’s silver strands shone under the moonlight streaming through the half-assed made window. “Don’t worry your pretty lil’ mind. If it makes you feel better, I’ll make sure nothing bad is gonna happen tomorrow morning…”
“You’ll… do that?”
“Yeah, why not?” Koko laughed at your surprised expression before shrugging. “It’s not a problem at all. I’ll try and talk to Mikey to lighten your sentence, ‘kay?” Gesturing at your bed, he waved his hand in farewell. “Get some shut-eye, sweetheart. See you in the morning.”
Whatever horrific scenario you were capable of imagining as you laid on the hard bed that was just cloth and dried leaves continued to plague your head like a buzzing fly. And yet, despite this annoyance and dread, you fell asleep at the stroke of midnight and awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside. Immediately you were up, scared that you might make Mikey wait too long outside.
Walking out, you figured he was either bound to be in a foul mood due to the early hour or would be apathetic as he always is. Each step you took was shaky, heart imbued with horror and panic. Still, you did this to yourself—should’ve held your tongue back, remained motionless, and taken the insults to the face… But how could someone just take that all in and not do something?
Whatever. Just gotta have to take the punishment…
As you stepped out, the salty breeze greets you along with the strangest sight of Mikey laying out a piece of cloth, waiting for you by the beach. The shortest yet most dangerous man out of all the Bonten members appeared freshened up, judging by the way his hair was damp and his clothes were different from last night. The greeting you had at the tip of your tongue was pushed back when those dark irises fell on you and then pointed at the cloth. Alarm bells started ringing in your head at the motion.
This was it—no backing out or running now.
“Strip and wash or do whatever you have to do. We’ll start your punishment once you come back.”
“Y-yes, Sir. Right away.”
The punishment you had in mind played out in numerous ways. One was to lay on the cloth naked all day until your skin would be littered with sunburns and etched with blisters. The second was to be doused in the essence of any sweet fruit until ants started biting your skin for hours on end. The list goes on and on because frankly, you knew Sanzu loved to torture those who did him wrong. Back in Tokyo, you often had to cancel most of his appointments because he was far too busy beating the shit out of someone. You didn’t even know if Mikey followed his number two’s suggestions on how to punish you—until your legs were spread wide for the earth and sky to see. Cunt out in the open for anyone—anyone to use like a classic whore in a glory hole as what Mikey muttered to you.
Maybe this was Sanzu’s idea after all…
However, whether that was true seemed dubious for he was obviously taken aback the moment he emerged from the wooden house to eat breakfast only to find most of his colleagues were with you.
Which led you to this moment, getting used like a fleshlight by Mikey below you and his loyal men from above. Ran, Rindou, and Kakucho towered above you two, either rubbing their cocks or letting you do it to the sight of your ruined cunt and body painted with thick streaks of semen. They were careful not to spurt it at Mikey unless they wanted their dicks cut off. Your hands fell limp to your sides, forearms tired after stroking cock after cock since they started to flock around you. Mouth agape, you felt another spurt of cum coming from Rindou land on your tongue. To be honest, you assumed they’d be tired and start shooting blanks by now—not goading one another to see who could paint your skin to the color of their cum. Really, you’d think they would have grown tired or hungry by now as breakfast hasn’t been touched since they saw your naked form upon leaving the wooden house. All the blood rushing to their lengths fueling their appetite for your pussy.
“You’ll leave space for our cum in that pretty cunt, right doll?” Ran bent down to wipe the stray glob of cum from the side of your mouth before popping the digits into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. “You look so pretty like this, baby,” he cooed upon hearing you mewl at the pressure. “You love this, don’t ‘cha?”
“Naawh…” you moaned against his fingers still in your mouth, close to choking down on it when Mikey thrust up, eliciting a groan from you. Your initial answer did not coincide with how you keened and whined. “Pweash, wanna… wanha cum ‘s bad.”
“Hey, Mikey… Is this even a punishment?” Rindou chuckled at the delirious expression etched across your face. It was such a sight to behold, paired with your delicious moans and the quivers that ran through your body. “Look at her, enjoying this too much. Fuck, wanna breed that pussy.”
Instead of answering the younger Haitani, Bonten’s head reached for your nipples and pinched them hard that it had you squeaking. Ran smirked at the reaction, retracting his fingers and situating his cock near your mouth. The sight was such a nasty one, especially to those who decided to just sit on the sidelines and watch—namely Takeomi, Sanzu, and Koko. Well, Takeomi and Sanzu. Just one call of his name by Mikey had the Bonten treasurer trudge towards the spectacle of you being used like a toy. Whether he knew your punishment or not, Koko remained silent as he stood by your exhausted form.
Contrary to Rindou’s belief, you might be enjoying the position you were in right now, but there were conditions that had you worrying. Conditions that you knew you could never meet unless you conceded. It was either to stay like this until dinner—let any one of them use you to their heart's content… or apologize to Sanzu for throwing a coconut at him. The rational part of you preferred the latter. There was no way you could keep this up until evening without eating or taking a break. Even now you wanted to concede and have breakfast. However, saying sorry to the same person who accused you of being a traitor and stating you were delusional would be a huge blow to your pride. You assumed this was what Sanzu wants, for you to admit defeat.
Never.
You didn’t want to admit defeat—not when you were in the right. Not when you weren't the traitor he is trying to write up as.
Yet, you should’ve realized you shouldn’t ever underestimate your superiors, especially when they had no access to pussy on this island other than yours and that it was offered freely. The thought had your heart pang with something akin to hurt at the idea of them just using you but that was instantly wiped from your mind at the sudden intrusion of Ran’s cock in your mouth. The red tip of his dick easily hit the back of your throat, tears forming in the rim of your eyes at how full you felt. It wasn’t when he started to fuck your throat that you almost cried out at the oversensitivity and the whole thing overwhelming you. Hairs on the back of your neck stood when Mikey commanded Koko with clarity to eat your pussy and clean you up there.
Awkward. It should be awkward between you two. Not too long ago, he did promise to make sure Mikey wouldn't kill you or do anything that may have harm befall you. Yet, here he was, finding himself in a scenario where he couldn't say no.
Not that he wanted to object, though.
Despite your lidded eyes, you could make out Koko’s silver hair gleaming under the morning sun as he got down, crawling past Ran’s legs to sit in front and be face to face with your slick pussy folds. The moment his tongue darted out to lick your clit, hot breath hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves, you gurgled around the older Haitani’s cock at the delicious sensation. Mouth and jaw already turning sore. Thank whatever deity up there that Mikey made sure to have them pull out before cumming. You didn’t want to get pregnant in the whole ordeal and nurse a child that was conceived out of a situation such as this. Especially when they didn’t love you or even hold you at the same level of regard as they would with a lover. Seeing you only as a means to wet their dick whenever they want to on this island.
And that hurt.
It hurts…
“Fuck, she’s tightened up. Suck on her clit, Koko,” Mikey grunted, speeding up his thrusts to a point your tits were jiggling and your nipples were as hard as pebbles. His fingers still pinching them that you swore they’d feel hot to the touch. Koko, being obedient, did as he was told and spread your cunt apart. His dark hues drinking in the way your pussy was swallowing his superior’s cock. One wrong move will have your pelvis hit his head. Holding onto your waist, he did his best to lick and flick at your throbbing clit, cleaning up your juices. Koko couldn’t help but let out a moan, delighted at how you taste. You screamed, muffled by Ran’s cock about to spurt out cum down your throat. “She’s gonna cum again—oh shit, fuck!”
Too much, this was all too much!
Eyes rolling back, you saw the whole world turn upside down. Then, darkness shrouded everything and you found yourself floating in that endless void.
It took you a while to realize after waking up in your room that you blacked out. Well, it was expected since you barely slept the night and didn’t have the strength to continue. It should be noon by now, but the storm clouds that blocked out the sun and the howling wind made it seem like the day was about to end. Bemoaning your sore back and lower regions, you slowly sat up and found yourself already in a clean shirt and shorts. Whoever washed you up and dressed you had your thanks, making a mental note to ask and return the favor later.
“You’re awake, huh.” Mikey must have known you would be up now for he entered your room like it was destined to happen. At the sight of him, your cheeks lose their warmth at the reminder that you failed to meet the conditions he laid out for you. There was no use in struggling or trying to weasel your way out. Luck certainly favored Sanzu Haruchiyo because now, since you blacked out and did not last until the evening as what was required, you had to apologize to him. Your sorrow must’ve been quite evident in your features for Mikey sighed. “You should’ve conceded from the start. Would’ve saved you from all that trouble.”
“I’m sorry I caused trouble, Sir.” Lowering your head, you muttered softly. “I will apologize to Sanzu right away.” You then lifted your head to look at him, hoping he would show you or give a hint as to where the pink-haired man was. When he didn’t respond, you tried to ask. “M-may I know where he is at this hour?”
Lightly shaking his head, Mikey leaned against the wall. “He’s out. But I can’t pinpoint where he actually is.” Observing your face for any change of expression, he continued. “All I know is that he’s out surveying the area, probably nearby that cliff. I suggest you hurry up and say it to him before he comes back.”
Before Sanzu comes back? Does he want me to venture out there? Alone?
“Can I bring Kakucho with me, Sir?” you inquired, almost terrified of what his reply may be. Venturing out there all alone in this weather and with that stranger out there you were quite sure to have seen, you obviously had your reservations. “He’s tasked to keep me safe after all…”
Mikey’s answer was instant.
“No. Kakucho is busy with other matters, and so are the others. You must do this alone, [Y/N]. If you go out there with someone else, Sanzu will not like it.” Sensing your hesitance, Mikey added softly. “If you think he’ll hurt you, he won’t. Sanzu will not make a move to harm you unless I say so.” Exhaling deeply, he nodded to the exit, urging you to head off. “Go now. It’s gonna start pouring soon. If you wanna bring anything to defend yourself, I don’t recommend it. Sanzu will think you’re out to kill him.”
Trusting Bonten was akin to letting an alligator into your home without any protection and expecting it to be tamed. It never does end well for those who don’t expect them to bite back or do anything if you betrayed them, no matter whether it was a great deal or not. However, the words of Sano Manjiro were not to be taken lightly. His word has always been the law in the organization and is now applied to this island. And if you have learned anything from being their secretary for three months, it was the ultimate fact that Sanzu never disobeys his ‘king’. To go against him would be the death of who Sanzu Haruchiyo was and what he embodied.
And so, you put your trust in Sano Manjiro. Minutes of walking and searching for any bright pink or any sign that may suggest Sanzu was in the area had you anxious. The wind was picking up and the leaves rustled to their tune. It was growing darker as the angry clouds continued to grow and pour their wrath onto the island any second. Not to mention, that person could be anywhere and could bring harm to you if they wanted. Time was of the essence and you wanted to get this done. Shelter called to you like a siren and frankly, you almost heed its call.
But where is Sanzu?
The second you turned to a corner, raindrops started to fall one by one. You had to turn back. There was no way you could find Bonten’s number two under the harsh rain. For all you knew, he could be back at the wooden house while you’re out here searching for him. However, just as you were about to turn back, clothes already wet, you heard it—the sound of footsteps crushing dried leaves. Whether it was out of desperation or the urge to just finish this, you unknowingly followed the sound and grumbled, “Sanzu? Is that you? Can I talk to you for a sec—” You barely managed to piece the rest of your sentence when you saw a different man standing in front of you, unreadable black eyes staring right back at you. He wasn’t Sanzu nor anyone in Bonten.
A stranger.
It was him—the person who have been stalking you in the falls.
He must’ve realized you knew about his presence, for he eerily smiled. You took off without a second thought. Frightened beyond relief. Panting hard as your legs ran, careful not to trip or slide on wet mud, you swore you could feel him gaining on you. Neverminding that your body was still sore, you swatted and avoided the plants that obstructed your view. The goal of reaching the wooden house or a clearing directed your brain to keep pumping adrenaline into your veins. Time seemed to have gone slow, teasing you as you grew impatient.
Where am I? Where’s the way out? Fuck, am I even headed in the right direction?
A whimper escaped your lips when you turned around to see the stranger still catching up to you. Curses flooded your head, serving as a chant to keep you going. Lungs and heart pumping, the beat almost drowned out the sound of rain falling. You dare not to look back, terrified that he was inches away from grabbing you and having his way. Rain and your tears blurred your vision, your hand hastily wiping them away.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck—
You tripped on a huge limestone that was hidden well by overgrown wet grass, causing you to slide a few feet away into a bush. A cry of pain slipped from your mouth, hands applying pressure to your ankle that was undoubtedly sprained. Some parts of your cheeks also stung, cuts made by leaves marring the flesh. Holding back a sob, you tried to stand but to no avail. There was no way you could limp back to where the others were and avoid the man.
Hiding deeper under the bush, you held in a breath upon seeing a flash of white that went by. Hours, it seemed like hours have passed by as you waited for the clear when it was merely seconds. And just as you were about to relax, the color grew larger as it approached. Heart about to leap out of your throat, a gasp shuddered out of your shivering form as you peered up to see who has found you.
It was none other than Sanzu Haruchiyo, in the flesh. “S-Sanzu…” you sobbed, his name falling out of your lips like a sacred prayer. He was a sight for sore eyes indeed.
“Wha…” Sanzu squinted at your fallen form, damp pink strands stuck to his face as the storm raged on. But even with the rain cruelly surging down, close to blurring your eyesight, you saw it, his features riddled with concern and shock to see you here. It was more evident once his blue irises laid eyes on your sprained ankle that you were still holding onto. For a moment, you braced yourself for his insults or anything that is set out to hurt your feelings. However, Sanzu remained uncharacteristically silent.
Questioning you would have to wait. Without saying anything, he bent down with his back faced to you. Immediately you figured out what he wanted you to do and latched onto him. A hissed of pain was what you elicited as a stinging feeling shot up your leg at the slight movement. Once he made sure you were comfortable on his back, Sanzu grumbled, “Hold on. I’ll find some shelter.”
Whether this was a dream or not, Sanzu helping you was something that slightly warmed your heart. Your body willingly leaned against his heat as the cold rain beat down on you both as you sought shelter.
sugardaddy!hq boys helping their sugar baby study for college exams pt 2
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pairings: oikawa x f!reader, aone x f!reader, kenma x f!reader, osamu x f!reader, sakusa x f!reader; (she/her pronouns, afab!reader)
warnings: explicit language, SMUT (18+, minors DNI!!), fingering, pussy spanking, oral (f!receiving), vaginal sex, slight exhibitionism for osamu’s, edging for sakusa’s, sugar daddy hq boys, age gap (10+ years), lmk if there’s anything that i missed!
notes: thank you for all the love on pt 1!! these are really fun to do; let me know if y’all want more! as always, likes and reblogs are appreciated! :D
part 1 | part 2
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sugardaddy!oikawa who practices your presentations with you. given his charming personality, he’s always been really good at public speaking, so you turn to him for advice. it starts out innocent— reminders to face your audience, project your voice, and annunciate key words— but the night before your presentation, he’ll sit you in front of his full-length mirror and make you recite your presentation. your back is pulled flush against his chest, and his fingers massage that gummy spot along your walls that makes you see stars. if your voice hesitates or your face contorts in even the slightest, he’ll pull his fingers out and deliver a light slap to your cunt. but don’t worry, he has a valid reason to have you in such a compromising position— he just wants to make sure that you’re still able to present even with distractions <3
sugardaddy!aone who helps you design floor plans and build a model for your architecture term project. he’ll check over your floor area ratio calculations, clean up your lines on your final draft, and advise you on what materials to use to build the sturdiest structure. to prove his point, he’ll fold you in half and fuck you against every wall in his house so you can experience firsthand the different hardness levels of each material. after he accidentally fucks you through his living room wall, you both agree that plaster is much more durable than drywall <3
sugardaddy!kenma who teaches you the in’s and out’s of stock trading. he’s closely followed stock market trends since his early college years, so he decides to share one of his favorite hobbies with you. in line with his competitive personality, he teaches you in the form of a game— he’ll give you $100 to invest in various company stocks of your choice, and he’ll do the same. whoever earns the most money by the end of the month wins the game, the prize being that the winner gets head, per his request. kenma usually beats you in these competitions, but sometimes he’ll let you win just so he has an excuse to suck on your clit until your thighs squeeze around his face and your fingers grip at his roots to pull him closer. he thinks that there’s no prettier sight and sound than you writhing underneath him, begging him for more. no matter the results, kenma always wins <3
sugardaddy!osamu who mentors you on your entrepreneurial ventures. he knows how difficult starting your own business can be; when he founded his first onigiri shop, he spent late nights perfecting his pitch deck and dealing with difficult investors. since then, he’s become a successful business owner, establishing several branches throughout Japan. so when he offered to introduce you to an angel investor that aided his business, you were ecstatic at the grand opportunity. but little did you know about osamu’s lewd intentions— now, you’re sitting in the middle of an upscale restaurant, juices soaking through your panties and running down your thighs. whenever osamu’s thumb sneakily slides up and down his phone screen, the vibrations inside your pussy grow stronger, and you bite the back of your hand to stifle a moan. osamu’s hot breath tickles the shell of your ear as he whispers, “careful sweetie, don’t wanna fuck up this important business deal, now do you?” <3
sugardaddy!sakusa who finds out that you lied about studying in the library and went to a party instead. he grows furious— not at you but rather at the situation, because he knows how sleazy college boys are. although it’s been decades since he’s graduated college, kiyoomi knows that men don’t change, and he can’t let anyone taint his precious baby. so he pulls up to the frat house and drags you home discreetly to not make a scene. at your shared apartment, he bends you over your desk, fucking you at a brutal pace while his fingers rapidly swipe your clit. his cock feels so good as it drags along your walls and you feel your high approaching— but he suddenly stops. you whine and beg for him to let you cum, to which he replies, “sorry baby, but disobedient girls don’t get to cum. now be a good girl and read your notes for me; if you finish without any mistakes, maybe then I'll reconsider.” <3
