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Synopsis:You could almost admire how delicate he made his voice. If you were anyone else, you may have given in, completely and utterly lulled by his sweet words. But you know Suguru. You can hear the thrum of bloodlust and violence that simmers between his soft words. Itβs why you remain pliant in his grasp.
(Warnings: yandere, dark content, manipulation, forced relationships, dubcon/noncon, younger man/older woman, suguru is early 20s, mc is mid/late twenties)
You help Suguru in the mornings.Β
Youβre less of an aide and more of a charm he likes to keep around. His morning routine is a regimen rather than anything else. Very rarely do you see him stray from it. You sit beside him as he lounges in the bath. He chooses soaps that bubble up in the water, filling the air with delicate scents that cling to his skin hours later. After you watch him dress in his robes, fully transforming into the priest his followers praise. His form slips underneath layers of traditional clothing. It makes him look older, and you often wonder if thatβs the point.Β
After he settles, you fix his hair.
The bristles are soft to the touch, but youβre gentle as you comb over his strands. You delicately trace over his scalp, separating his hair into different sections as you go. Youβre always so careful with his hair, even when you know he can handle worseβhe has handled worse. You see the evidence at night when his face is settled into the crook of your neck, his scar-littered body ragged with shaky breaths. You know he wonβt flinch or even grimace if you were to yank on his scalp. Still, you keep your touch light, because itβs the only part of him thatβs still soft.Β
You think he appreciates that, maybe thatβs why he sits in front of you, head tilted in a way that makes it easier for you. He keeps his eyes closed, allowing you to work without his piercing gaze sifting through your skin. Heβs often so still you mightβve thought he was dead if not for the shallow rise and fall of his chest.Β
You like this part of the morning. Thereβs no monotone chants of his followers, no drones of sermons. The twins arenβt awake yet, much preferring to sleep until the sun is higher in the sky.
Β You use this time to let your brain wander, and your gaze drifts outside the window. Patches of flowers swayed just outside, dancing to the rhythm of the wind.Β
βYouβve been out there a lot, recently.βΒ
Your eyes travel back to Suguru. His face is tilted upwards. His eyes are open. Sharp purple.Β
βThe girls like the garden.β You admit, continuing with his hair. βI make sure they donβt pick any flowers. They like to chase around the butterflies.βΒ
βThey can take the flowers,β Suguru tells you. βI can always have more planted.βΒ
βTheyβre too pretty to be plucked.β You respond, bunching his hair up in that signature bun. βBesides, the butterflies might not return if they do.βΒ
He seems satisfied with your answer and leaves it at that. A short while later, youβve finished with his hair. Not a strand out of place, just as he likes it. You expect him to rise from his chair and stride outside the bedroom with you behind him as always.Β
Instead, thereβs a delicate grip on your wrist. Youβre gently guided into his lap. You reluctantly settle into his hold. His face buries into your neck. You can smell the scented oils you applied to his hair. Scarred fingers dance around the edge of your clothes, grazing at the skin just underneath.Β
You frown. βSuguru.βΒ
He hums, pulling down the elastic that covers your skin.Β
βWeβwe still need toββ Your breath hitches when he sinks his teeth into your neck, licking at the flesh.Β
βThe sermonββ The rest of your words disappear into a gasp when a single finger works itself into your pussy.Β
Youβre still sore from last night, but thatβs never stopped him. Heβs more than content to drive his finger deeper into your cunt as you writhe on his lap. His thumb rolls your clit like his own personal toy.Β
βIt can wait.β He hushes your protests. βNothing in this temple moves without me anyway.βΒ
His words are the only truth you know. Nothing breathes without Suguruβs explicit acknowledgement. Despite his soft demeanor and gentle tones, the thing he craves most of all is control.Β
βYes, but the girlsββΒ
He interrupts your ramblings with his lips. Gentle, but all-encompassing. He curls his fingers into you, touching a spongy spot at just the right angle. You spill moan after moan into his mouth.Β
βRelax, dear,β he coos when he pulls away.Β
You shut your eyes, collapsing into his chest as he works. Itβs so quiet you can hear the slick sounds of your hole creaming around his fingers. Your body is so quick to accept him these days, as opposed to the fight you used to put up, even when you accepted your new life with Geto Suguru. You canβt tell if you should feel relieved or pathetic.Β
βLet me take care of whatβs mine just once more.βΒ
As you come around his fingers, you know it wonβt be the last time.Β
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Nanako and Mimiko are happier in the temple.Β
In the village, even before your exile, their eyes were always so dull. You thought it had more to do with their fatherβthe man who abandoned you three long before they were even born. They never acted like proper children. They never played, barely even laughed.Β
And then, their powers awakened.Β
Curse technique, Suguru later told you.Β
βWeβre never gonna find her.β Nanako pouts.Β
You squeeze your daughterβs tiny hand in reassurance. Nanako was always the more impatient of your two childrenβconstantly hoping from one emotion to the next. Even now, as the two of you poke around the temple grounds, searching for her sister, she is quick to state her thoughts as though they were certain.Β
βWeβve barely looked.β You smile. βLetβs try a couple more minutes before we give up.βΒ
She frowns, but she trails behind you regardless, continuing the search.Β
βI just donβt get why you always find me first.β She mumbles.Β
βYou were giggling so loudly, I could hear you across the courtyard.β You affectionately reach out to pinch her cheek. βYou think I donβt have ears?βΒ
She looks away as her ears turn red.Β
You spot a brown blob huddled in a corner. Immediately, you hush your daughterβs chattering, silently pointing out her sister.Β
Nanako grins. You let her go, watching as she slowly advances on her sister.Β
βFound you!βΒ
Mimiko nearly jumps as Nanako pounces on her. They immediately burst into giggles. A part of you wants to chastise them for rolling on the grass, but you canβt bring yourself to.Β
βNow you have to find us.β Nanako very seriously tells her sister.Β
Mimiko frowns. βBut I wanna hide again.βΒ
βYou were the last one found. That makes you seeker.β Nanako argues back.Β
βIβll be seeker again.β You relent, as you have the last three times theyβve had this argument.Β
Both girls are happy with your compromise. Theyβre so much brighter now, you think to yourself as you observe them in the light. The smiles almost make their faces glow with childish innocence. Their clothes are always clean, their bellies are always full, and itβs all because of this place.Β
Nanako looks behind you. Her eyes light up.Β
Only one person in the world makes her do that. You try not to let your smile drop as she rushes past you.Β
βYouβre back!β She chirps when sheβs snuggled in Suguruβs hold.Β
When Mimiko joins her sister in the hug, he lifts them easily from the ground. They both giggle, kicking their feet as Suguru holds them. You could barely carry them after they became toddlers. Suguru, on the other hand, hardly staggers.Β
They gush to him for a few minutes. He lowers his voice as he answers their questions. Heβs good with them, you think to yourself. Suguru is gentle, patient, nurturing, and fatherly.Β
Your smile gets more painted by the minute.Β
His eyes meet yours when he sets the girls back on their feet.Β
βWhy donβt you both head inside?β He dismisses the girls with a nod to you.Β
Theyβre quick to obey, always eager to impress him.Β
βYes, Geto-sama!β They both happily chirp before turning heel and scurrying away.Β
Everyone calls him that: his attendants, his followers, and your daughters. You donβt know anyone who calls him by his given name.Β
Except for you.Β
Youβre not sure why he allows it. Maybe itβs for the girlβs sake, more than it is for yours. So they can see some semblance of equality between you two. Kindness.Β
A sham. A farce.Β
You watch them until they disappear inside the temple, until itβs just you and Suguru underneath the sunny sky.Β
βThey get bigger by the day.β He finally comments.Β
You nod. Your daughters are finally going to bed with their bellies full, their hunger sated. No longer are their cheeks hollow. They look like proper, healthy children now.Β
Itβs all because of him.Β
βYou were gone for a while.β You say because the silence feels heavy.Β
He turns, smiling against porcelain skin.Β
βDid you miss me?βΒ
You smile back, thinking of two tiny sets of feet chasing eachother on wooden floors.Β
βI donβt travel for exorcisms anymore, not since high school.β The way he says it makes it sound like forever ago, but you doubt that his high school days were all that far behind him.Β
βIt was a nice place. Close to the ocean.βΒ
Youβre saying it before you can think to shut your mouth.Β
βThe girls have never been to the ocean.βΒ
All they ever knew was the village and then the temple. You never had the opportunity to take them anywhere before everything happened.Β
When you were younger, you had grand dreams of traveling. You wanted to go everywhere. You wanted to see every country in the world.Β
You wonder when those dreams left you.Β
He shifts, and youβre back in the templeβright next to Suguru.Β
βWe should take them there.β He says in a tone thatβs oddly wistful. βI have a feeling theyβd like the beach.βΒ
Every so often, heβd show a side of himself thatβs oddly open. Vulnerable. Soft. As though you could reach out and press your hand straight into his skin, right up to his heart.Β
Your fingers twitch. You keep them right at your side.Β
βI think so too.β You respond.Β
A hand brushes against your chin. You let him tilt your head at just the right angle so his lips can melt into yours.Β
Itβs a soft kiss, but you feel the possession and control lingering at the edge of his tongue. His grip tightensβlike heβs afraid youβll disappear if he were to let you go.Β
Maybe heβs right to feel fear.Β
But then you remember the smiles on your daughter's face. You remember the way they play with each other. You remember the way sunshine looks on their skin, the sparkle in their eyes. You remember how they go to bed with bellies full and hunger sated.Β
It becomes easier to stay after that.Β
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Very rarely does Suguru call you to his private sittings. He prefers to spend his off-hours with you and the girls, when the temple settles down.Β
Today, he specifically requested you, so you go.Β
You trail behind an attendant, weaving through the temple halls. Sheβs yet another follower of the Buddhist temple, loyal to the master himself. Often, you wonder what these people thought of you and your daughters. You wonder what role you play in their eyes. A concubine, perhaps? You bet some raised eyebrows on why the head priest chose someone who was more than half a decade older than him, but you doubted anyone would be bold enough to challenge Suguru.Β
She pulls on large hickory doors. You quietly pass inside.Β
Heβd already committed a massacre.Β
From the rumpled suit and tie, you could only assume the puddle had once been a man. Perhaps heβd been a follower just as loyal as the attendant who led you here. That didnβt matter to Suguru. Very rarely does he value loyalty over true material worth.Β
After two years, youβd grown accustomed to the gore and rot heβd occasionally display. As long as you donβt directly look at it, itβs almost easy to pretend nothing was there. These days, youβre happy he doesnβt show these sights to Nanako and Mimiko.Β
Suguru sprawls across the dais like the god he thinks himself to be. Heβs pinching the bridge of his nose, forehead wrinkled in clear exasperation.Β
βTheyβre getting more brash by the day.β You can hear him mutter to himself. βWhat else could I expect from these pests?βΒ
Suguru glances up at the sound of your footsteps. He immediately brightens, urging you forward.Β
Your hand touches his, and he leads you into his lap. He sighs in content as his large body dwarfs yours, as though he intended on using you as a stuffed animal from the start. You feel his face press into the nape of your neck, and you wonder if thatβs his favorite part of you.Β
βYouβre the only part of this I can ever find tolerable.β He murmurs into your skin, before he raises his voice to the lingering attendant. βClean that up.βΒ
That. Not a person, rather, what was left of that person.Β
Β You have a clear view of the bloodbath now. Crimson red leaks over the floors, into the carpet. It might take the attendants hours to clean up.Β
You stare at the mess and wonder how long you have until that becomes you.Β
Your daughters were the sole reason you still breathed. They were young, still attached to you. He may have found it too cruel to kill their only parent in front of them so gruesomely.Β
Youβre not stupid enough to think Suguruβs affections would be enough to put off your eventual execution. Youβre not even sure he had affections, or that you were some oddly shaped creature heβd found amusing enough to lie in his bed. The affection, the amusement, and the tolerance would fade eventually. Heβs made it very clear what he felt about your kind, the ones who canβt see grueling monsters crawling around at night. You doubted he felt enough to make you an exception.Β
If Suguru killed you, you donβt think youβd mind. Youβd die knowing your girls were well cared for and loved. Itβs all a parent could hope for, really.Β
A short while later, the mess is all cleaned up, and the servants are crowding back out of the room. You hadnβt moved from your spot in Suguruβs arms.Β
You only come back when thereβs a click of footstepsβ the signal of another client. You start to get up, until Suguruβs arms cinch tighter around you.Β
Itβs not exactly forceful. If you truly wanted to, you could have broken his grip entirely.Β
You still. He hums with satisfaction.Β
βStay,β he murmurs into your skin as the next client sits down for his own set of pleas. βKeep me company.βΒ
You could almost admire how delicate he made his voice. If you were anyone else, you may have given in, completely and utterly lulled by his sweet words. But you know Suguru. You can hear the thrum of bloodlust and violence that simmers between his soft words.Β
Itβs why you remain pliant in his grasp.Β
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Sometimes, you dream of the day you met Suguru.
It was a week after the girls were taken from you. Back then, you didnβt understand the terms βsorcererβ or βcursed energyβ. Back then, you were living alone with two young children, barely getting by in a village that seemed to despise you for simply existing without a husband to stand by your side. They never wondered where he went, never blamed him for his own selfish desires. That all went to you.Β
And when villagers began to disappear, they decided to blame your daughters.Β
You were at fault as well, for birthing them. No matter how much you kicked and screamed, you couldnβt fight off the men who dragged your sobbing daughters away, uncaring how harsh their grip was on their soft skin.Β
βThe exorcist will deal with them.β The village chief promised before you were barricaded in your own cell. βThen, we will deal with you.β
You sobbed for days. You thought it would be the last time you saw your children. You thought your last memories of them would be of their tears as they begged you to save them.Β
The fire started on the fifth day of captivity.Β
You watched from your tiny cell window as the flames grew and grew. You heard blood-curdling screams as people ran, only to mysteriously collapse on the pavement.Β
You could only explain it as a parade of burning death.Β
You heard the whispers hours later when everything had settled. Childrenβs voices. Your children.Β
You sobbed all over again as Nanako and Mimikoβs voices called out to you. Back then, you hadnβt questioned how two young girls were able to escape from an angry horde of villagers. You donβt question how they were able to enter the cell so easily, even though it took two whole men to close off. All you cared about was how perfectly they fit in your arms as you held them. They were smaller, starved. You mouthed apologies upon apologies into their hair, peppering their tear-streaked faces in kisses.Β
βHow did you escape?β You finally managed to ask them.Β
Nanako answered. She was always more outspoken compared to her sister. Yet, youβre taken aback at her wide smile as she points behind her.Β
βGeto-sama saved us.β She chirped before snuggling back into your embrace.Β
To this day, youβre not sure how you didnβt see him before your daughter pointed him out. He didnβt bother to obscure himself. He stood still and silent as you watched him. His clothes are dark, almost outlining him against the background.Β
You opened your mouth, prepared to thank him.Β
But his eyes made you stop. It matched the death you saw right outside your prison.Β
βWhereβs the village chief?β You asked instead, clutching onto the girls. The stench of blood drifted through the air.Β
His lips quirked. It held far too much humor for your liking.Β
βGone.β Itβs all that can be said. βTheyβre all gone.βΒ Β
βWould you like to join them?βΒ
You slowly shook your head.Β
His smile widened, and he lowered his hand.Β
As soon as you took it, you knew you sealed your fate for the rest of your life.Β
You wake up with a jolt. Your breathing is slightly ragged. The bedroom is dark, barely lit by the streetlights just outside. You see shadows of trees brushing over the window.Β
As delicately as you can, you shift to look in his direction.Β
Suguru was always a light sleeper. If you left the bed to sit by the windowsill, heβd know in minutes. The nights you couldnβt sleep, you still stayed pliant in bed, uneasy to even risk the chance of waking him.Β
Tonight, Suguru doesnβt move. His eyes are closed. His breaths are slow and calm. A hand drapes across your waist, keeping you from straying too far as you continue to study him.Β
Heβs bare under the blankets. You are, too. The only thing that covers you is the marks he likes to leave on your skin. Theyβve become semi-permanent. The moment one fades, he leaves another.Β
Heβs covered by marks, too. Not by the marks you left, you doubted you could ever pierce his skin. You see silver scars flecked across his thick forearms, trailing all the way up his chest and stomach.Β
Heβs so beautiful, you could never deny that of him. His face is angled and arched. His long lashes almost rest right on his cheekbones. He always covers himself up in traditional robes and fake smiles. Itβs rare, even for you, to see him like this.Β
It makes him look younger. It makes him look his own age.Β
In another life, you wouldnβt have looked twice at Suguru. You wouldβve written him off as a kid who dreams too big, idealizes far too much. In another life, you wouldnβt be here, tucked into his side when youβre almost thirty and heβs barely in his twenties.Β
But, in this life, where your daughters are finally happy, where youβre slowly starting to realize they love him more than they ever loved youβ¦
You donβt think youβd mind if Suguru killed you. Perhaps, if you requested it, he would give you a peaceful death: a death where you could close your eyes and know your children were safe before disappearing off the Earth forever.Β
A single black lock falls against his forehead. You reach up to brush it away, tucking it behind his ears.Β
His features slightly scrunch in mild irritation. He unconsciously shifts, rolling his body further into your space. Both of his arms loop around your body, tugging you into his broad, scarred chest. You lie limp as his head sinks into your neck. His breaths are even. His face relaxes.
Youβd laugh if you werenβt so sure youβd cry.Β
Even in his sleep, Suguru refused to let you go.Β
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Whenever you can, you sleep in your daughterβs room.Β
It reminds you of your home in the villageβthe one thatβs now reduced to mere rubble. It was tiny, but it was home. The three of you used to cuddle in a small cot, but you none of you minded. You never thought of it as a luxury before Suguru brought you into his temple.Β
He never said it out loud, but it was clear where he expected you to lie at night.Β
So, on the nights heβs left, you huddle in bed with Nana and Mimi.Β
The girls are barely able to keep their giggling to a hush, no matter how hard you try to coddle them to keep their voices down. You canβt blame them. Itβd been a while since the last sleepover. They are far too excited to settle, not even when you try to console them with a story.Β
Your stories are less like stories and more like dreams of a better future. Before the temple, you would crowd them under the blanket, whispering the wildest fantasies you could think of: a big house, all the candy two little girls could possibly want. The girls used to beg you to add a dog into your storiesβ a dog that they could run around the backyard with and play fetch. Each time, theyβd tell you a different type of dog: a small white dog with spots, a big brown one with shaggy fur. Ever since they could babble, they always wanted a dog.Β
The twins donβt talk about dogs these days. Suguru isnβt too fond of those animals.Β
They don't urge you to talk about your dream-like futures either. To them, this is their dream. You tell them different stories now.Β
βDonβt wanna!β Nanako whines when you stop her from snuggling into the warm blankets. βItβs so cold.βΒ
βThatβs because you didnβt give me enough time to dry your hair.β You chide. βJust a few more minutes.βΒ
She pouts and whines the entire way through, but at least she lets you finish blow-drying her hair. Her other twin is already dressed for bed, nestled into her cocoon of blankets, waiting for you and her sister to join her.Β
Itβs almost a relief to sink into bed after chasing two children around all day. Your body is close to giving out as you tuck yourself underneath the coversβNanako and Mimiko snuggled under either arm. They yawn, clearly tuckered out by the excitement they had that day.Β
Theyβre school-aged. By now, you wouldβve enrolled them in the local village school. In a different life, they would grow up whining about ugly school uniforms and hanging out with friends their age.Β
When you asked Suguru about their education, he waved off your worries. With a snap of his fingers, tutors arrived at the temple. The twins receive the quality of education only reserved for the elites in Japan.Β
Itβs not enough, but you say nothing more. You should be happy. The girls are happy. Suguru protects themβloves them. It should be enough for you.Β
Nanako is the first to fall asleep. Mimiko is slow to follow. You glance down in the darkness, watching as your daughterβs lip curls downward.Β
βWhatβs wrong?β You ask, nudging her with your arm.Β
She shakes her head, nuzzling closer into your side.Β
βI miss Geto-sama,β she admits.Β
Suguru would return in just a few days, but you can see the hole heβs left in their hearts grow. You reach over, brushing away hair from Mimikoβs temple, urging her to sleep. You canβt fault their attachment to Suguru. They never knew their true father. They are children. Anything that resembled paternal love, they were quick to latch on to.Β
βHeβll be back soon.β You try to comfort her. βIβm sure he misses you just as much.βΒ
βWhere did he go?β Nanako asks. She was still awake, peering up at you with wide eyes.Β
Heβd told you earlier that day, fingers touching your skin as he complained about another trip he had no desire to complete. As much as Suguru adores running the temple, you can see the toll it takes on him. Feet never rest until he drops. His painted smile stays on until heβs behind closed doors. Errands pile up and up.Β
βHe had to visit a client far away.β You tell your daughters. βIf you go to bed now, Iβm sure heβll come back sooner.β A white lie, something normal parents do to placate their whining children.Β
Nanakoβs face drops.Β
βHe went out to collect a curse?β She reads through your words easily. You donβt respond.Β
Her face twists before sheβs snuggling back into your side.Β
Her next words make your skin crawl.Β
βI hate those pests.β She hisses with her eyes closed. βThey keep taking him away from us.βΒ
βI wish theyβd all disappear off Earth.β Mimiko responds. βI wish theyβd all die.βΒ
It gets harder to swallow.Β
βGirls.β You say in the most commanding voice you can muster, but it comes out weak. βYouβ¦you shouldnβt talk like that about people.βΒ
Nanako frowns harder. βBut all the non-sorcerers do is cause problems for sorcerers. Shouldnβt that mean they should die, then?βΒ
You feel your breath quicken. You clutch onto them tighter. Your smile feels painful. You can feel your skin pull itself apart to maintain a semblance of friendliness.Β
βBut arenβt I a non-sorcerer?β You ask.Β
The twins are sweet, loving girls. If they knew they hurt your feelings, theyβd backtrack and apologize. You could use that opportunity to teach them that no matter how bad some non-sorcerers are, it doesnβt mean theyβre all like that.Β
Mimiko gives you the brightest smile youβve ever seen from her.Β
βItβs okay.β She tells you sweetly. βYou canβt help but be the way you are.βΒ
Her eyes share the same adoration and condescension as Suguruβs.Β
You numbly tell them goodnight. They chirp it right back. Hours later, youβre stuck in that same bed, staring up at the ceiling as your girls peacefully snore beside you.Β
Protection. Safety. Thatβs all you ever did this for. You slept beside Suguru, letting him degrade you, pull you around like a prized poodle so you could stay by the twinsβ side. Yet, as you lie there, you canβt help but ask yourself that same question over and over again:Β
Were you protecting the twins, or just yourself?Β
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Leaving the temple was laughingly easy.Β
You didnβt have much of a plan. Suguru would not be back for a couple more days. You had to leave, and you had to leave now.Β
You barely packedβ there wasnβt much to take. You barely scrounged up some hidden-away money before grabbing your daughterβs hands and fleeing.Β
You half-expected to be stopped at the gates. A swarm of attendants would descend on you, pulling you away from your daughters. You would be locked in a dungeon below the temple for as long as Suguru desires. Or, he decides he no longer needs you, and youβll breathe your last breath.Β
Even after you left the grounds, you waited for this to turn out to be a trick. Nothing happens, not even as you and the twins board a bus, leaving the temple completely behind. They sit beside the window, watching the road blur by as you wait and wait.Β
Nothing. At first, you wonder if Suguru even cared that you left.Β
Slowly, it becomes clear he didnβt think you would.Β
Even before, you never tried to leave. Your girls were happy with Suguru. You liked watching them be happy. For the past year, you were content with bottling up your misery so the twins could be at peace.Β
You had no desire to leave until now.Β
βWhen will we get there?β Nanako suddenly asked.Β
Her voice and eyes are filled with excitement. Earlier, youβd kept your voice in a hush, telling them to follow you and not make a sound. A surprise trip was all you told them. Itβs all the information children need to soften their tones and let you lead them out of their home.Β
βSoon.β You respond, urging her back to the window. βWeβll be there soon.βΒ
You didnβt tell your daughters that you had no clue what you were doing. You didn'tβt tell your daughters you were just as lost as they were. You didnβt tell your daughters anything like that because, for once, you wanted to be a proper parent and protect them.Β
βAre we meeting Geto-sama?β Nanako asks next. You simply smile and pat her head.Β
The bus drops you at the outskirts of the city. Desperate, you decide not to complain. The motel you reluctantly pad into was cramped and stuffy. You had enough money to pay for one nightβenough time to get your bearings.Β
The girlsβ grow more reluctant by the second. They sit atop a lumpy mattress. You canβt blame them. For nearly two years, theyβve enjoyed lavish beds and everything they could possibly want.Β
βWhere are we going?β Nanako asks. The frown cuts deeper into her face.Β
You feel your lips curve up. Itβs just as hollow as the other times youβve consoled them.Β
βYouβll see soon.β You tell her, pressing a kiss onto her forehead. You repeat the same action with Nanako.Β
When it all gets too much, you slip away. You start the TV so they can have some entertainment while youβre gone. You repeatedly tell them not to open the door unless they are sure itβs you. And then, you leave.Β
You barely make it past the door before you finally break down. You clutch your sides as you sink to the floor. Itβs the hardest youβve cried in years.Β
You always knew you were pathetic, but you finally recognize just how low youβve sunk.Β
Scraps.Β
For all your life, youβve lived off scraps. Slivers of pity or sympathy or anything people would toss your way. You did the same back in the village, too fearful to leave, no matter how badly you were treated. With Suguru, you repeated the same cycle, no matter how much he sank his fingers into your daughter, feeding them lies and propaganda so they can turn just as rotten as him.Β
Looking back, you donβt fault Suguru for being so disgusted by your kind, not after all that you did.Β
In the village, you used to do odd jobs here and there. Your skills may be rusty, but you are adaptable. You would survive.Β
You and the twins could start over in a different city. It would be rough, especially on the girls. You know how much theyβd miss Suguru, but things will get better. In a new place, far away from his hold, theyβll start to let go of their resentment of non-sorcerers. You could finally send them to a proper school. They could wear proper school uniforms and make lifelong friendships.Β
They could have the life they were supposed to have. They could live as normal girls.Β
An hour later, three train tickets sit pliantly in your grip. You hadnβt given much thought to the destination. It didnβt matter where you went. The struggle to maintain would be the same.
The sun shines directly overhead as you step back into the hotel. In proper lighting, it looked even more unkept than earlier. You step over cracked pavement, avoiding the gaze of the burly man who hung just below the staircase.Β
Itβs a relief to get to your room and see your daughters again. Mimiko greets you first, wrapping her tiny arms in the tightest hug she could manage. You smile as you pat her head.Β
Her hair is up.Β
You didnβt do that for her.Β
He perches himself on the edge of the bed. Nanako sits on the floor right beneath him with an eager smile. He braids her hair, the same as he did for her sister.Β
βLook!β Mimiko twirls when she escapes your grasp. βIsnβt it pretty?βΒ
She wants you to compliment her newest hairstyle, but you canβt even speak a word. The tickets crinkle in your hands as you stare at Suguru. Your fight dies before it even has a chance to grow.Β
βYes,β Suguru answers for you, βitβs very pretty.βΒ
He hasnβt looked at you once since you entered his trap. He takes his time, idly brushing at Nanakoβs hair with a soft smile on his face. A short while later, Nanako bursts out with a hairstyle that perfectly matches her sister's. The two girls trot to the mirror together, gushing about their new look, completely oblivious to the tension in the room.Β
Suguru rises from his seat. He no longer wears his traditional temple outfit. Today, he wears a plain white button-up shirt and grey pants. You think itβs the first time youβve ever seen him dressed so casually in public. He looks less like a cult leader and more akin to a college student during finals week.Β
He looks like a normal person. He looks like someone he could have been.Β
You think you preferred his sham-of-a-priest outfit.Β
When Suguru finally meets your gaze, his eyes are blank. Stone. You canβt tell what heβs thinking as he smiles down on you. You think you wouldβve preferred something more violent. You think dealing with fiery anger would be better compared to numbness.Β
Worldlessly, he extends his hand.Β
You place the tickets in his waiting fingers. He rips them to scraps before tossing them onto the floor.Β
βReady?β He asks the girls.Β
They obediently grab either of his hands as he leads them out of the room. You meekly trail behind. Nanako excitedly chatters about the sights she saw while on the bus ride. Mimiko nods along, putting in her own opinion as Suguru idly listens.Β
A sleek black car waits right at the parking lot. Suguru urges your daughters in the backseat. You stay put, unsure if he even deems you worthy to sit in his car at the moment. You half-expect him to push you into the trunk.Β
He opens the passenger door for you. Strangely, the moment feels more final than anything heβs ever done before.Β
The car is far less tumultuous than the bus. It easily slides on the road, gradually picking up speed as Suguru drives back to the temple. The cool air of the AC brushes over your skinβ a juxtaposition to the warm outside weather. You stare outside the window, watching the sights of people, cars, and buildings pass by in a blur.Β
You count the seconds in your head.Β
Then, you count the minutes.Β
After five, you anxiously turn in Suguruβs direction. He hasnβt dropped that look of stone as he hums a tune you canβt recognize.Β
βSuguru,β you start, βIβmββΒ
A hand leaves the steering wheel to rest on your thigh. Itβs barely a touch, but the intention is clear. Your voice tapers off.
You say nothing, but Suguru doesnβt retract his hand. It stays on your thigh, and you can practically feel it singe through your clothes, burning your skin.Β
The anxiety is so high that you almost miss that he was taking you in the opposite direction from the temple.Β
You turn to him again. This time, he doesnβt let you speak.Β
Thereβs a firm squeeze on the top of your thigh. His smile widens large enough to show teeth.Β
βRelax,β he eases. βYou promised the girls a surprise trip, remember?βΒ
β
The beach house stood stark against the cloudless sky. It was modernized, a terracotta roof hung over white walls and spotless windows. Just behind it, a beautiful beach sprawled across the horizon. White sand covered the ground as glittering blue waves crashed onto the sand beds.Β
The twins practically bounced off the walls as they scurried inside. They peeked into each vacant room, running up and down the stairs as Suguru explained that they should pick their rooms for the night before going down to the beach. The next morning, the four of you would be back at the temple.Β
You donβt even think they heard them. They were already enamoured by the water, slipping out the door and onto the beach before you could stop them. Part of you wanted to chase after them, but you knew better. You could already see an attendant waiting right by the ocean. You wouldnβt be necessary. Suguru made sure of that.Β
Still, you canβt pull your eyes away from the window. Nanako and Mimiko are smiling from ear to ear as they kick at the waves. They arenβt even wearing the proper swimwear, but they hardly seem to care as they wade deeper and deeper into the open water. You watch as they splash each other. Nanako gives chase when Mimiko flees. They roll around on the sand like overexcited puppies.Β
You want to be there with them. Maybe you can show them how to build a sand castle before they squish it down with their feet. Maybe you can teach them that there are more ways to be children.Β
Maybe if you grovel enough, Suguru will grant you that moment before he kills you.Β
Youβve repeated it over and over again in your head. Itβs a never-ending loop within your thoughts. You will not mind if Suguru kills you. You will not mind if Suguru kills you. You will not mind if Suguru kills you.Β
And yet, as you stand by the crystal window, watching your daughters live, you canβt stop shaking your hands.Β
βHave they eaten anything?βΒ
Suguruβs soft voice cuts through the tense air. You hold your wince in, keeping your eyes trained on your daughters.
βNot since breakfast.β You admit. Maybe heβs trying to show you yet again how poor a caretaker you were. You could never know with him.Β
Suguru sighs in relief.Β
βThatβs good,β he says, βI planned a big lunch. It would be unfortunate if the girls had a poor appetite.βΒ
You do not know what heβs doing. You arenβt sure if thatβs the point. Maybe heβs waiting for you to make your move first.Β
You clench your hands into fists.Β
βIβm sorry.β You let out a shaky breath before sucking in more air. βIβm so sorryββΒ
βHave I ever hit you?βΒ
He feels closer. Your throat goes dry. It takes you seconds to gather your thoughts and answer.Β
βNo.β You tell him in a weak voice.Β
He takes another step forward. You can feel him right at your back, ever so slightly pressing you further into the glass.Β
βHave I ever hurt you?β Not in any way that mattered to him. βHave I ever yelled at you? Berated you?β You never gave him that chance.Β
βNo.β You repeat.Β
βAnd yet, you ran from me.β A hand curls at your waist, barely edging on painful. βI gave you so much, but you ran, and you took my daughters with youββΒ
βThey arenβt yours.βΒ
You think this is the first time youβve ever interrupted him. Your first and last.Β
The hand at your waist barely urges you to turn before you obey. You slowly face him. It burns to look into his eyes. That fake smile has completely withered away from his lips. His eyes search yours, and you canβt tell if he found what he was looking for or not.Β
βWhy havenβt you killed me yet?β You finally ask.Β
He doesnβt move. You push forward.Β
βWhy?β The words feel like sandpaper in your throat. βIβIβm useless to you. Youβve made that clear before. Nana and Mimi, theyβ¦in a few years, theyβll get over it.β With how much heβs brainwashed them, they might even understand. βSo why am I still alive?βΒ
His jaw clenches. You trace the movement and think this might be it: here and now. Youβve seen that look before, back at the temple, when his followers would come to him, littered with curses; he grew more disgusted with them by the day.Β
The last time youβd ever see your daughters would be a scene of them happy, carefree, safe.Β
βI should.β He tells you, voice stiff. βI should kill you. I almost went through with it and thenβ¦βΒ
Youβve never met someone with purple eyes until he strode into your life. Most days, theyβre dull, almost maroon, as he busies himself with the temple and absorbing curses. The shadows hide their true color. Today, as sunlight shines through the window, you see a kaleidoscope of colors within his eyes: mauve, lilac, iris, loβ
His mouth crashes into yours. Thereβs nothing gentle or controlled about it. It lingers on near desperation as his lips find your own. Suguruβs hands tighten on your body as his weight presses you against the window. When you try to move, he barely gives you an inch, grasping your jaw, keeping you in place as he kisses you.Β
You gasp, fingers instinctively reaching down to grab his forearm. Youβre sure your nails are digging into his flesh; it has to hurt, but he barely seems to register the feeling as he pulls apart your clothes. His hands were practically erratic as he pinched and pulled at your nipples at just the right moment to make you whine into his mouth.Β
His eyes were the worst part: wide and completely blown out. Suguru is usually so controlled and measured with his emotions, but in this moment, you can see everything on his tensed-up face. Thereβs hatred, disgust, and anger. You could handle that. If thatβs why he was doing this, you think youβd be fine.Β
But the obsession, the adoration, the love that swirls within his eyes. So much love. It makes you sick.Β
His lips fall away from yours as his head drops to your neck. A part of you was grateful for it. You couldnβt bear looking into his eyes a second more.Β
Like always, Suguru has a way of making you regret your relief.Β
Thereβs a harsh tug on your wrist. You barely fight as he pulls you through the living room and into an unnamed bedroom. The room is sparse, clearly meant for a temporary visit. Thereβs barely a desk and a queen-sized bedβlined with bedsheets far too domestic for this situation. The door shuts with a blistering thud that rattles the entire floor.Β
Youβve been in this situation so many times before; it should be relieving that heβs chosen the normal route. But today feels different. You felt it the moment he kissed you. Youβve never seen Suguru like this. Itβs unknown territory.Β
Suguru leaves you as he sits on the bed. His eyes are shadowed, almost hollow.Β
βStrip.β
You almost flinch at the crude language. Heβs never once spoken like that before. Suguruβs words were always floral-like. He made sure to douse the chains with honeyβadding just enough sweetness to cover the scent of iron.Β
Today, the chains cut into your skin as they pull. You move to obey.Β
Itβs painfully quiet. You can feel the heat of his gaze on your skin as you peel off your shirt, then everything else. Youβre not stupid enough to think heβd be satisfied with you in your underwear. His impatience lingers in the air.Β Β
He distracts himself with his own clothing. They join yours in the pile right at the foot of the bed. He always wears baggy shirts, and his traditional garb effectively hides his muscular figure. Now, you can see him in his entirety as he beckons you closer.Β
Heβs gentler now as he pulls you towards him. Itβs not any better. His lips meld against yours as youβre positioned into his lap, bare chest pressed against yours. You can feel his thick cock bob between his muscular thighs. You expect him to flip you onto your back, but heβs more than content to keep you seated.Β
You wonder if itβs another one of his faux kindnesses. Like the way he allows only you to speak his given name. Like the way he talks so softly, despite the bloodlust thrumming just behind his throat. Like the way he currently looks up at you, giving the illusion that you have any control in this situation, before he grabs your hips and sinks his cock into your pussy.Β
Itβs almost embarrassing how ready you are. Your wet cunt greedily sucks him in as he bounces you on his cock. Sometimes, you can close your eyes and pretend it isnβt Suguru fucking you into oblivion. Sometimes, heβs kind enough to allow that.Β
Not this time.Β
βI shouldβve killed you.β He repeats into your skin as his fingers reach down to your clit. He curls them in a way that makes you whine. You can feel his smile on your neck, fangs digging into your skin. Even to your frazzled brain, you could sense the hostility dripping from his teeth.
His pace is unrelenting, almost cruel, if you didnβt know all too well that he could be worse. Instinctively, you reach out, digging nails into his shoulders. He barely acknowledges, leaning into you as he finds the right angle to go even further.Β
βThere were so many timesβ¦IβI almost did it.β His words are less put together, less like heβs talking and more like heβs spitting them out. βThe first night I fucked youββ His words end in a sharp hiss as your pussy squeezes him.Β
βI shouldβve done it, then. I knew I shouldβve killed you as soon as I was done ruining this cunt for anyone else.βΒ
Listening to his vile words, dread pools into your belly. You donβt think youβve ever fought him before. The earlier versions of you knew better.Β
You push away at his chest. Heβs quick to intervene, hand grabbing your chin so he can keep you in place as he digs his cock into your sobbing cunt.Β
βStop.β You plead to deaf ears. βStop it. SuguruββΒ
βI thought about killing you in your sleep.β He continues. His hand slaps your clit, and your back arches. He gives a dry laugh. βI wβwanted it to be kind. Even then, I knew I was too attached.βΒ
Youβre shaking your head even when you donβt understand why. His lips crash into yours all over again, barely pulling back before he can speak more horrible things.Β
βWhen I heard you left, I thought about it.β His voice is nothing more than a sneer and you hate how you feel something coil in your bellyβthe beginnings of you tipping over the edge. βThen I thought about breaking your legs. Tying you to the bed. I thought about never letting you see anyone other than me again. Death was too lenient a punishment because IββΒ
He snaps his jaw shut like he canβt even bear saying it. The question remained in the air. Why arenβt you dead? Why arenβt you dead? Why arenβt you dead?Β
He only realized the answer today.Β
Youβre only moments away from breaking apart completely when he forces you to look into his wide and desperate eyes.Β
His words take on a different tone then. Almost sobering.Β
βYouβre the only one whoβll ever see me like this.β He hisses, but itβs watered down by the weight of his oncoming orgasm.Β
βBe more grateful.βΒ
Your eyes roll back as you cum on his cock. Your orgasm washes over you like a wave, fizzling all the way to the tips of your toes as your pussy spasms over his dick, pulsing around him. He doesnβt fare much better, sinking his cock deep inside your walls as he cums. Your abused hole fills to the brim of his climax as he thrusts weakly into your womb, milking every last drop.Β
The high fades eventually and you collapse on top of him. Suguru is quick to accommodate, adjusting you so your head rests on his chest. The only sounds left are your ragged breaths and his satisfied hums as he holds you. You can barely keep your eyes open, nearly falling asleep on his warm skin as his softened cock slips out of your battered pussy.Β
A short while later, heβs tilting backward, softly dropping you on the pillows. You blearily watch as he surveys your exhausted figure. He props his head with his hand.Β
βHowβs that for make-up sex?β That same soft lilt is back in his voice. So is that smile. Itβs barely a relief.Β
He doesnβt wait for a response. Instead, Suguru leans over the bed, plucking something from the pile of clothes. He takes your hand in his, briefly obscuring your fingers with his own.Β
βI thought about waiting for the right moment.β His tone seeps into something more sheepish. βBut I donβt think I can wait anymore.βΒ
You can only stare at the ring he slipped onto your finger. It oddly suits him more than it would ever suit you. Itβs simple, yet the craftsmanship shines against your skin. A large diamond sits in the center, leering at you.Β
You tilt your fingers toward the light, watching the ring glisten.Β
You feel him sink into your side. An arm wraps around your waist.Β
βYouβre right, the girls arenβt my blood.β He says it so casually, but his nonchalant acknowledgement of the truth makes your blood curdle.Β
Thereβs a kiss at the edge of your shoulder. You feel him smile with teeth.Β
βAll the more reason to make things official.βΒ
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You're so fucked.
Remember that sleazy, bad boy you messed around with last October? That's right, the one who slithered into your life, ruined your innocence (as by your request), and whom you had to run away from because... well, your gut instinct told you to. You were his sweet little secret thing on the side. He was your gothrock madman sent from hell to woo you. A real pretty-faced roughboy.
Black chipped nails, black hair, black clothes β see how fucked you are? And what else? Wolfcut. Kinky bastard. Devil intent behind a sickeningly handsome face... with the smile of an angel.
He lived a city away from you, so why was he hanging around in a sleazy bar on the west side, on your turf?
You catch sight of him, immediately feeling stricken by every nasty memory of him feeling his fingers inside you and sticking his pierced tongue down your throat, and IMMEDIATELY you make haste to disappear from existence before he β oh fuck, he saw you.
Worse, he smiled instantly when he saw you. And then nobody else in the room existed to him but you.
What a sight for sore eyes, he thinks. His sweet and slutty angel reappearing in the exact place that he expected her to be on a lonely Saturday night. Hm, were you looking for someone to numb the pain of not having him in your life? N'aw, poor thing.
Suguru begins to make his way over to you at the bar, squeezing through the thick crowd of mostly drunk and obnoxious party animals.
"Uh, I'm going to the bathroom!" you tell your friend hurriedly, and without any further explanation, you leave him hanging there and dash for the bathroom.
You're sooo fucked.
You dive into the temporary refuge of the yucky bar bathroom. Neon pink light. Fake ferns hanging. Mirrors cracked. Kissy marks on one of them. Telephone number on the other.
Then the devil himself appeared at the doorframe of the ladies' bathroom. Your heart shot up into your throat.
"Bunny," Suguru's voice rung out, dangerously affectionate, "It's been so long, how've you been? Still seeing that what's-his-name?"
"Suguru." you swallowed, speaking stiffly. "Hello."
Ooooh, he loved how you looked like a deer in headlights. Like you never expected him to follow you into the bathroom and corner you like this.
Try to play it cool, girl, maybe give him a little kiss then leave him high and dry β that was the plan that was coming to your mind.
"This is the ladies' room, Suguru." you scolded.
"Aw, you're right. Would be terrible if we got caught... again."
Ah, fuck. He knew what he was doing.
Just that was enough to work your memory β it was almost dizzying feeling the rush of images in your head. Images of what? Uh, Suguru behind you, the bathroom stall door shut tight, orgasm after orgasm wrecking your body, sticky sweat dripping down your breasts and thighs, and your back in the sluttiest arch that even a pornstar would have envied.
You were already getting wet after hearing the sound of his smooth accent, and the intoxication of his cologne didn't fucking help β no, we really need to talk about this; because how could his cologne alone inspire such a carnal desire in you? It made NO sense. You were just a normal girl, very sane and functional in society, but around this man? Not even a slight resemblance to that.
Feral β a better word to describe the state he put you in.
Your effect on him? Well, he was already feral. That was his natural state of being. But fuck did he have to hold himself back from doing the obscene to you in that tiny bathroom. His hand twitched in his pocket.
Reflections trapped in the shiny black tiles of the bathroom, as if stuck in that silent moment, you and him just stared at each other with enough intensity to tear apart the heavens.
Gods cried whenever you two stood near to each other, you know? I mean, the thoughts that passed through your minds... just appalling, really. Two human beings shouldn't be that obsessed with each other. It wasn't normal how much you two wanted each other. And it was disastrous how horny just a few words and a bit of eye contact could make you. Like if he couldn't squeeze his nasty cock inside you one more time, then he'd snap and go psycho β you were even worse.
You were crazed for him in a way that was not just a threat to feminism, but to your own moral principles, too.
"Hey..." Suguru began, inching closer to you, taking a ballsy risk despite knowing that you could run away like a frightened little bunny, "Still into me? Or am I wasting my time?" he asked, smirking as if he already knew the answer... yet lingering, like he was frightened of hearing anything but a 'yes' in reply.
"Yeah, you're wasting your time... Suguru, I don't want nothin' to do with you... you're crazy."
"You say that and yet you're the one who chased me back then. Funny. I never initiated shit, remember? You wanted me so bad you pried me apart from my girlfriend, and then like a coward you ran because it started getting 'too serious'. I'm still pissed about that, ya know? I really liked you. You listened to me when I was being beaten down by her."
"And you were bullshitting the whole time!" you raised your voice, and for some reason that turned him on so bad, like, fuck, could he just makeout with your pretty little face against these cold tile walls and bite up your neck already? Strip that little dress off your slutty body and worship you from lips to neck to pussy? Like, come on, baby let the devil in.
He knew you knew that he was the biggest fucking liar ever, that he was never even in a toxic relationship, that he was the one fucking around on her with you and telling you tall tales, lying that the relationship was 'over'. Uh, yeah, right.
Your ears went hot. Felt all on edge. Anxious to run both towards him and away from him at a hundred miles per hour.
"You're the worst thing that ever happened to me, you know?!" your voice quivered with lust.
"What, 'cuz you couldn't move on from the way I kissed you? Touched you? Ruined you?"
He was coming closer and closer towards you.
Ah, god, was he sexy. And you? Well your sundress wasn't giving much hint of your body, but that turned him on even more... especially because he knew what you looked like underneath all that.
Funny how your mind conflicted with your body in that instant. Because every inch of your flesh ached for him to consume it, but your mind screamed for you to run β run and don't look back.
Oh, baby, he's no good for you.
But you want him. You want him.
Suguru's big black eyes look down at you. There's hardly a twinkle of light in them. Just raw, dirty, awful, unstoppable lust.
"If you want to, we can continue where we left off..." he murmured, cautiously closing the distance between you and him.
Every hair on the back of your neck stood up. He was trapped in the scent of your perfume, lost in your ethereal gaze. Fuck, can't he just shove you into a bathroom stall and kiss you until your lips are bruised? Have you all to himself, and please the overly possessive freak that he is?
It's hard to say no to him, as it always has been. You start breathing harder, and he sees your chest rising and falling, and all his blood rushes down and now his cock is starting to stand at attention 'cuz it knows what's coming next.
"Alright." you replied at last β honestly, giving in wayyy too easily to him β and his eyes lit up, "But don't you tell a god damn soul that we β "
Couldn't even finish your damn sentence, because Suguru crashed his hot lips down on yours with an damn near bruising force.
Your mind broke. He was all over you. Lips and hands and body β I mean, he kissed you like he hadn't kissed a woman in his entire life, shit, no, like he was gonna die if he broke apart from your lips.
Absolutely nothing could have pried his hands off your little waist, and you're sure if even god himself appeared there in that bathroom right then that you wouldn't take your hands off Suguru Fucking Geto.
He's the bad boy that you've always dreamed of, god, like nobody gets you as wet and agonizingly turned on quite like he does. Your walls were already fluttering, clit already buzzing with the grazing of your panties against it, heat rising rising rising.
Exactly as he wanted, his lips were attached to your neck and sucking feverishly at the delicate skin there. He wanted you. No, you don't understand; he wanted more of you than what was humanly possible to take of a person. Total carnage. Man-turned-wolf type shit. Wanted to bite you and sink his fangs in and leave marks that lasted for ever and ever on you. Needed to touch and grab and grope at more than what could physically fit in his big, sinning hands.
You gasp and gulp down air like you've been drowned by his kisses. And when he sucks at your neck like that? Well, sure you're in the bathroom of a greasy little dive bar, but you're grabbing and rubbing at his cock through his black skinny jeans with not an ounce of shame. Who cares if someone walks in? I know, crazy to say that, but truly neither of you could care less right now.
Everything is you. Your perfume is in his lungs and the next thing he needs is your pussy juice coating every inch of his dirty cock. It's no damn secret, jeez, it's a no-brainer; Suguru always wanted to fuck you into a stupid submissive slut, but he never got the chance.
He growls β actually growls against your neck β and it's game over from there. Nope, no escape. Not anymore. You couldn't even if you wanted to β and Suguru knew that. Though your scandalous love affair with him hadn't lasted pretty long, he'd already come to know your body like the back of his hand.
"Suguru!" you whine, look up at him with the neediest little bambi eyes, and he knows instantly what you need... but he's not gonna do it unless he hears you admit it, until he sees your defeated little face admit that you're just a...
****
"Say it, you're a little slut that can't get enough dick."
"I'm a little shlut that c-can't g-g-get enuff dick!! Nn!"
Right up into your tummy, riiight up there, that's the depth he reaches with his nasty nine inches. It's like he's playing tetris with your guts. Not a single thought is behind your eyes, there's just a blissed-out glow on your sweaty face... curtesy of the bad boy behind you.
He never gets enough of it, never gets deeper β he's plunging it inside you like it's what he was born to do god dammit, holding you like he's gonna drag you down to the underworld, like you're his Persephone and he's your Hades. An animalistic heat rippling all over his body, Suguru lets out the lowest, horniest grunts while fucking into your tinier body with everything he's got.
"More more more!" you choke out, not even able to keep your voice in. It's fine, the bar music is so loud it's almost like being at a club... totally drowning out yours and Suguru's slutty moans.
"Good fucking girl, begging for more. Love it when you're this nasty... baby, why'd you ever run away from me?"
"'Cuz... 'c-cuz you were a lying, cheating, asshole~! Mm!"
"Oh yeah?"
He grins a wolfy grin, drags out the thickest part of his cock through your tight ring of muscle, and slams it back in with one shwoop. Base to tip. Stretched and stuffed like a dolly. Fuck. That thrust really just deleted every logical thought in your head. No more questioning if this is right or wrong, nor worrying about the consequences; you needed him in you like a bitch needs water in the desert.
Suguru's needy hands snake up your waist and grope fistfuls of your tender breasts, massaging at them like he was trying to communicate that they belonged to him β possessive. You would never have guessed an Aquarian like him was as possessive as a Scorpio. Uh, maybe it's in his rising or moon that makes him act this way? Who knows.
"Rude little slut," he laughs, holding his twitching cock still inside you and pressing your pretty face up against the cool surface of the bathroom stall's door. "Lets see you walk out of here with your makeup all smudged and hair looking like you just got your brains fucked out of your head. I'm sure your little boyfriend at the bar would love to see that, wouldn't he?"
"He's not my boyfriend!" you splutter, pussy feeling absolutely choked by his cock.
"Then I'll make sure he never will be."
"Ooh, Suguruuu~!" you smile, cheek smushed against the door, feeling him withdraw and start back up his wrestling match with your guts. "Fuck me, I love you!"
His heart nearly beat right out of his chest.
"Aw, do you? Aren't you so sweet." he croons, "Gonna be nicer to me this time and let me fill you up?"
"Mhm! Yes yes yes! Do it, I wanna feel it all inside me!" you squeal, delirious from the way he was fucking you.
"Shit... your pussy is crazy. She's trying to keep me inside, look at that." He laughs, trying to sliding himself out of your tight little hole and almost failing because sheesh... she just wanted to suck him right in and up to her cervix.
Suguru fucks you like an animal, yes, but something changed after you blurted out that little 'I love you'. Sooo... now he's driving into you like he's trying to fuck a thousand more 'I love yous" out of your pretty mouth.
Grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look at him as he ruins you for every other man, Suguru grunts and groans against your skin.
"I'm so close..." his voice strains, "Take all of me, baby, take everything I'm gonna fucking give you, yeah? Milk every fucking drop out of that cock you love so much."
"Yesyesyes!! I-if you cum I'm gonna cum too, please!" you cry out, totally lost, totally seeing stars and totally β squirting?!
Oh shit, you are. Heh. Well... um... seems like it's not just you who's gonna leave the bar looking like a drenched mess. The front of Suguru's skinny jeans got literally soaked.
And you were somewhere in lalaland, feeling his cock snuggled up against your cervix and stretching out your walls which would remember the shape of this nasty boy.
Palm rubbing sloppily at your clit, inching closer and closer with Suguru towards climax, then suddenly the bomb hits and you're convulsing on his cock, hardly seeing straight and seeing flickering stars in your vision.
Shit. He might have actually fallen in love. Ah, fuck. That's not good. That's really not good.
"Babyyy... you're so messy..." he strains, voice all hoarse.
It's impossible not to cum while your pussy is strangling his cock like that. He's shooting ribbons of gooey white and also seeing white in his vision, poor boy. He's never had an orgasm wipe him out quite as much as this one β with the sweet and slutty girl of his dreams.
"Ah, fuck..."
"Ugh..."
The two of you cum down from the high, still lost in each other, sweaty and melted together.
It's a goopy mess dripping down your shuddering inner thigh after he withdraws.
He doesn't even know what to say. He's speechless. Pussy got him clueless on the English language. I mean, what was the use? You probably heard all his emotions in his voice right when he came inside you, didn't you?
Suguru gasps with you, heart beating like drums in his ribcage. His eyeliner is hanging down his eyes like a gothic shadow. Black nails chipped. Wolfcut ruined and flattened. Chain belt slid off his jeans and fell to the floor at some point but he doesn't know which.
Fuck. He's in love. Fuckfuckfuck. What to do about it? Love you? No way, not with the messy lover he can be. And anyways, you hated his guts. Right? Awful. How you hate his guts and he loves being tangled up in yours.
"Bunny,"
"Don't call me that!" you snap, still steadying your breath and finding balance on earth after that nerve-fraying orgasm.
His lips twist into a smile.
Ah, shit, she hates you so much, Suguru. Just listen to the hurt in her voice. You really shoulda treated her better back then, never lied, never snuck around, and maybe she would have even been your girlfriend by now.
The deed's done. You're scurrying to get dressed. Vacant bathroom? Uh, yeah, dummy, people heard that occupied stall from a mile away and made a full 180 to leave before even entering.
Suguru bounces out and washes up at the sink, slicking water through his slightly greasy hair, checking himself out before turning his attention back to you in that calculated manner of his.
"So, I'll text you?"
"I won't respond."
"Mm, yes you will."
"No I won't." You say firmly.
He pauses for a moment, makes a face, then comes over to you and plants a hard slap on your ass, giving a glance to your lips like they're his favorite desert.
"Now, baby, don't be like that; you know it turns me on when you play hard to get."
"Sugu..." you whine defeatedly, looking up into his big black I'm-gonna-ruin-your-life eyes.
"See you around, bunny." he cooed, quick kiss your cheek, then made a French exit.
"Sugu!! You bastard!!" you yelled after him, "You can't get everything you want, asshole!!"
He bounced out, grinning back at you β ooh, that fangy smile.
"Yes I caaan~" he sang, right before disappearing.
Scoffing with a smile, you stood there with a hardcore heartbeat just thinking about what happened.
Ugh, bad boys. They fuck 'n go like the pussy's a drive-thru, huh? Aren't they just the worst?
Um, anyways.
You unblocked him from your contacts. Again. For the fourth time.
Λββ§κ°α nanami kento οΎ f. reader ΰ»κ± β§βΛ π can take it
β€Ώ κ°βyou're greedy to take all of kento β size difference κ±
βdarling. . . gotta slow down, fuck.β
slow down? that's easy for him to say. you're the one aching hot on the inside. throbbing. clenching. you're the one with a pussy begging for more and ovaries singing praises to his name.
you're the one stretched out. fucked open by his thick cock pulsing on your gaping entrance. thrumming a heavy vein right up against your sweetspot. was he doing it on purpose?
"no, ken." you huffed. from strain, from arrogance. your nails dig on his broad shoulders as your arms squirm around his neck.
oh, it felt so good in his lap. rocking down on him with a depravity reserved for your dreams. tits smooched into his hard chest. ass and hips pliant to his large hands.
you rode him like you deserved. like he did. who did he think he is? making your pussy gush and cream around him so effortlessly. turning you into his little slut.
"want more, need more. Iβ I can take it,"
and take it you did. he grunted as your velvety walls consumed more of him. squeezing around his girth and turning his groans to choked hiccups. thank heavens for his self restraint. he wanted nothing more than to snatch your ass and make you bounce on his dick like a ragdoll.
you're always going on about how 'you can take it', but could you? could you take all seven inches of his cock? could you bear having your sweatspot turned putty and creamed to the fullest?
no, kento didn't think so.
but there you go again. trying to force your hips down to take him all in. like a greedy whore.
"darl," he grumbled, squeezing on your thighs and leaning back into the headboard. a trembling, stern glare awaits you beneath his lashes. "you can't take all of me."
"I can!" you insisted, hands venturing into his blonde hair as you hump pitifully down on him. intentionally clenching to drive him insane.
the flutter of his eyes told you that you were getting somewhere.
"c'mon, kento, please."
whining. not the whining. heat burst in his chest and his head limped back. a long groan pulled from the depths of his throat as you lifted your hips up slowly. leaving his cock in glistening sinβ before abruptly dropping. taking even more of him.
you both crashed, whines and moans clattering as you stabilised on his strands and rocked your hips harder.
again, he gripped. halting you before you bit off more than you could chew.
you threw a fit. grinding down despite his hold and spitting out spluttered whines. "c'mon fuck me ken! I can take it. can't you see?"
a hand dropped. you spread your folds and directed his heated gaze to your slutty pussy. indeed: taking it. leaving behind a creamy ring around his dick. greedily thrumming on his veins and milking him for all he's worth. a syrupy, sinful sight.
but it's your final whimper that does it for him.
"fuck me or I'll do it myself."
cute. you thought your little toys were a threat to him?
knuckles steeled on your ass and you hiccupped. an apology bubbled on your tongue. no, no noβ you thought he's done. had enough of your bullshit.
but then you meet his gaze. dark.
and thenβ you felt him.
your eyes gaped. maw hung. voiceβ "hngh-! k-kenβ ken ohgod please!"
"please? you wanted to take it."
his balls slapped on your ass as he dragged you down to his hilt. all the way. throbbing thick and deep within you as a brutal pace was set by his hips. pumping harder, faster, than you ever could have imagined.
a hand found your jaw. he only needed one to make you a slutty little ragdoll on his dick.
he bullied your gummy walls. ploughing up with such a vigor that the bed creaked and your body shook. tits bouncing in his face. yet despite the ruthlessness, he still peppered kissed over them.
your juices sprayed everywhere. an orgasm crashed on you in seconds. eyes rolled back, drool spilling as you spluttered and choked his name. all while he yanked you in. leaned into your ear and whispered.