rohan x afab!reader (Yamada = y/n / reader)
w.c:2,480
THE FOLLOWING CONTENT:Degradation, cucking, general swearing, bruising dub-con, power imbalance, emotional manipulation(basically y/n boyfriend gets his girl taken)
summary:— Your boyfriend has... been disrespecting Rohan's craft and constantly blasting loud music, which distracts the creator. How about you apologize on your boyfriend's behalf?
"Don't you realize that you're telling lies?” the lyrics boomed from the radio; Her boyfriend hummed along with it. Despite her pleas that he turn it down for her studying, it seemed to go through one ear and out the other.
She sighed and threw her jacket over the chair once Yamada stepped inside; he barely looked up from his magazine reading. She mumbled under her breath.
“Get up… I need to work on my exam practice sheet.” She looked him straight in the eyes, and he briefly stared up at her with a grumble. “Whyyy??”
He drawled out… always doing this whenever he didn’t want to even play with the fact they were adults now.
“Well, first of all, I thought you were looking for a job?” She pointed to him, and he turned his head away with a frown… his desk had more wrappers and chip bags, and porn magazines than a resume.
He shook his head, and his lips curled up into a grin. He remarked, “Well, the job market is terrible!”
She rolled her eyes at the response. Yeah, no.
“… It is… but it is a small town. Can’t you get a job here? I mean I did see a waiter opening. You could do that?” She asked him gently, maybe with too much politeness than he deserved.
"Well…” His voice dropped to a hushed whisper. “Maybe I could work at your job?” She grimaced more so and turned away to go to her room. Drowning out his whines for a response, the house stank of semen, chips, and well balls.
She cleaned everything up while he sat there. She was surprised his ass didn’t leave prints on it as he giggled at some funny television show.
Yamada plopped onto the bed, and her arm went almost absurdly low to reach some books underneath her bed, finally reaching back out with them.
She frowned briefly as she flipped through them… she needed to finish them quick. The rest of the pages were blank except for about 20? She got up and wrote in her schedule, “Mhm, mhm~” Yamada hummed.
Weeks have been going on so casually… sometimes she wondered if her boyfriend was sabotaging her? Or is it her fault? She held her folded hands onto her stomach.
Ugh, the radio finally turned off. The ruckus silenced, and the thuds of footsteps approaching her door reached her ears. He opened the door.
“… Really?” She dragged herself up like a vampire who just awoke from an eternal slumber. Then placed her head in her hands.
He paused when she went silent, and rummaged through her bag for some change, then plopped it on his palm. “Pay me back.” She hissed, and he flinched.
“Duhh! I will!” He gave her a grin, but it was such a double-faced thing she didn’t even dare press on it. The telephone rang, and she overheard him asking for a delivery.
Wow, using her money. And then he’ll whine if she even tries to open the pizza box… Her chest tensed. Why did it feel like something was bubbling up?
Ten minutes passed, and she returned from her room only to flinch at the loudness of someone… yelling? Masculine, and very superior? Well, that's how it sounded.
She peeked out from the corner, and noticed a guy. Tall, actually no scratch that… Lanky, with an egg-nest certain haircut. But, toned with different mixtures of green, holding a bell-pen.
Her boyfriend's face was a ripe tomato, and he was threatening to burst at each word the man threatened out. She ran into the front where both of them could see her.
“What's going on?” Her boyfriend couldn’t for the life of him speak clearly—until he let out a stammer.
“It's Rohan, correction.” The man interrupted, just running a hand through his hair. His gaze flickered to hers.
“WELL, WHATEVER-R HE TOLD ME TO SHUT OFF MY-Y MUSIC OR HE WOULD-D!?” Her boyfriend continued in a panic.
“What?” She blinked, and for a split second she did feel a tiny twinge of relief. Finally work in peace? But… her boyfriend gave her that saddening gaze like his whole world was destroyed at the simple complaint.
“That I would file a noise complaint, Miss.” She turned around to face the guy… he was so much taller. A bunny stepping in front of a bear, but she kept her eyes locked. “Sorry, I-I… can’t control what he does. Maybe um, you could use earplugs or somethin?”
“You’re the owner of this house? Correct?” he tsked when she nodded. “Why inconvenience myself when there is an obvious resolve? Simply telling this man to…” He gestured to her boyfriend like he was a diseased mushroom who didn’t even deserve to be named. “Quieten his radio. Unless he mistaken this neighborhood as a free-for-all.”
She swallowed hard when he just uttered that, faintingly, then turned to face her. “… As an artist, my craft can’t be disturbed by blaring music.” He said as if this was just his final judgment. Like he was correct in it all.
She stood still like a statue at first, then looked up swiftly at the man. “… I-I will tell him to lower it.”
He then added. “While you’re at it. Tell him to stop roaming around people's properties.” Then waved dismissively in the other man's's face when he tried to argue. “Do you have any more to say?” She asked.
The man didn’t even reply. He just left the woman. They both stood there and exchanged looks; deafening silence filled the room until her boyfriend exploded.
“TELL HIM OTHERWISE!” He screamed like a frustrated child, and his jaw flexed with that permanent frown he currently had. She tapped her chin.
“DO IT NOW! Yamada, do you hate me?” He suddenly shifted his voice to a simpering puppy tone.
She stopped at his purple door and glanced away. Should she—that memory flashed in her mind, and she sighed. Rather this than crying over the weekend, and she knocked at his door.
Didn’t answer, and she was about to turn back until she flinched. The sensation of a man's chest was against her back, and his face was blackened until he showed it fully.
“What woman?” She bit on her lip for a second. Girl, go… but she stood there on his steps like a dog.
“I-I was wondering if you could withdraw the complaints. Maybe—”
“My request is set in stone. To pester me with it is ridiculous…” He adjusted his top and stared back at his desk like he couldn’t part from it. Then exhaled. “Would you care for tea?”
“That's fine…” She stepped inside… so empty? But spacious; she saw a desk with a bunch of coloring, papers, and drawings. He closed the door behind him and went into the kitchen.
“There's no need. Domestic troubles are regular around… people like him.” She leaned back in the chair and glanced at the teapot trembling on the stove… At first, she was startled by his hospitality. But it was the least he could do after her overbearing boyfriend.
He settled down with her and poured it into both of their teacups, and she kept her hands clasped in her lap.
“So, you want to plead, protest, and satisfy your boyfriend?” He asked, and you hesitated. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t say that.”
“I read on you. You’re a sensitive woman, born and raised in Tokyo, Japan, then moved here to Morioh during your 20s to be with him. He frames you as…” She gasped and shakily reached from her seat. Backing up into a wall.
“EVIDENT!?” She yelled back, and he just sat there calmly. “… Well, you see I’ve found an interest in you as neighbors. But, briefly, I’ve finally had the chance to be around you physically.” He explained, as a science book would, neutrally, about a fond animal, and he stood up.
“Your boyfriend frames you as a nagging whore. Not my words; it is his.” He quirked a smile at the way her face dropped, legs quivering, and she stayed still.
“… Do you have a stand?” His eyes widened, then narrowed at that. “He didn’t mention you were a stand user. Hmm…”
She shook her head. Her brother had one, but… she was powerless at this time. She tried to move back, but his eyes… they were so firm and rigid. She just stood there.
He grabbed her shoulders. “Yamada, how about this? Hm? I won’t tell your end about what I found, and won’t quieten his arrangements. In exchange—”
She were bouncing on his length… how did it get to this? One second he was discussing it her consenting. Then she was sending shivers as he adjusted her on his lap. He sighed casually and continued to write.
His arms reached around her to just get to his pages, but he didn’t seem to mind the inconvenience. Flesh slapping wetly against hers.
“Agh~” She hadn’t felt this way ever. Not even with her boyfriend what was this drowsy, sluggish feeling like she drank a bottle of liquor? She gripped onto his shoulders, teary-eyed.
“You came multiple times. Don’t get it everywhere.” He muttered. Not even focusing on the way her hips squelched, or the hum of his cock kissing her walls. He wove the pen around the papers as a painter does by raw instinct.
“I-I!” She was sitting there on the chair with Rohan. He was…
“In exchange, I use you for my manga and stress reliever.”
“Yes…” She rolled her hands into a fist and stared away. She wanted the urge to throw up. Scream. Call him a pig, but only a twinge of excitement rose in her guts. Her boyfriend probably wouldn’t car—no this is for him! Not her…
“Noo~ I’ll die-e stopp!” He was going on the slowest tempo he could at the moment, and his eyes directed down at her, and she squealed like a pig. But it wasn’t dire nor disturbing.
He laid a hand on her robust behind, and fondled it almost with patience… her boyfriend would just grope and go on with it. He rolled it between his fingers. Squishy. A small hiccup came out of her.
“Hm, you’re fine.” He said. “This is slow. How much slower do you want?” Her head drifted away from his shoulder, and he glanced. “Or is it more so… size rather than pace?” he smirked with that cocky attitude. “Did I get it right?” Her cheeks flushed at that response. He was…
“No! Stop! Just hurry up!” She shook her, head he continued on with it but his hips started to move more, and faster. She whined… like some college girl who got her first taste of dick. But, he kept his hands relaxed on her rippling ass.
“Mhm, stay still. I’m almost finished.” She rolled her head back gaping like she just saw the lights, and his hand moved down to grip her hips. Her cunt squished tightly around him and he let out a hushed groan.
“A woman with him. It’s not a shocker, really, that you hunger for me. It's pathetic, though.” Her hips jolt at that, and he snickered a bit. Like he was amused by her desperation.
“I love you a lot.” Her boyfriend stated to her in high school suddenly, and she moved her hair from her eyes. “Really?”
He nodded like a puppy with bright eyes her lips opened at first then closed. Then her finally re-opened them, “… I do too…”
“Do you have to nag me?” He yelled at her in college, and she sat there on the bed. “Well—”
“Just let me use your test sheet.”
Those days… she hated them sometimes. Others she craved them. Connection. Then she felt his hands clasped around her waist, no not her boyfriend. Someone else but she bothered to pretend.
Suddenly, a warm embrace of firmness was shot across her cheek, and it wasn’t pretty; she grunted, holding it as Rohan shook off his hand. “Your eyes were glazing.” He replied. “Concerning.” Concerning? She just lifted her head with teary eyes. “I want more…” He hummed.
“Fine.” His fingers dug into her hips, and he continued. The pen sat on the table with a loneliness and stillness that matched hers before this. He rutted up into her, biting back a loud moan. The walls were so thin…
The wet thumping, the hand-holding, was unbearable. Would her boyfriend break through and yell at them? Break down? But all she could feel was this blooming in her heart.
He peppered lithe kisses around her shoulder blade with an expression that told nothing, and he rucked up her skirt making sure to hold it. “Lace panties? for me.”
He teased and stretched them across her fat globes of flesh. Knowing damn well it was for her boyfriend, but she couldn’t deny it in the end. It was for him now…
“… Oh-h…” She whimpered as he pulled them back and licked his finger. She wiggled across his legs until he slapped her cheek. “ROHAN~!” she screenched.
He clasped a hand over mouth. “Don’t shout… it makes me lose focus on my craft.” He teased a bit but in seriousness she thinks he was half genuine. The slick finger probed at her relaxing entry… and then he got inside…
She breathed, and tried not to move but that hazy feeling just spread across her body and wrapped itself around her. Bruises purplened onto her supple legs, and he continue to thrust his finger like a mini penis.
She mewled drunkily, and just suffocated herself in his scent. His chest. So heavy… She frantically rubbed against his torso and he heaved. “So needy all of a sudden. Sigh…”
The double pressure from both entries made her quake, and babble nonsensical things about loving him and marriage he quirked an eyebrow at one. But, kept going… this time faster.
The droplets of liquid dripped onto his paings. Staining it fairly quick, and he let out a grunt. “Next time. Dear. Maybe don’t go so fast, and warn me. But, I don’t blame you. Your boyfriend probably never taught you.”
It went on all hours, and by the end she twitched on the floorboard. He settled down to fix his clothes his eyes darted to her and she got up with trembles, and shakes.
“… HOW DID IT GO!?” He yelled frantically her boyfriend. And she just nodded with dazed eyes. “Good. He said yes.”
