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𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 ⎯⎯⎯ s.suguru x fem!reader (part 1/?)

SYNOPSIS: You were young, dumb and so in love. There was always this adrenaline rush when you and Suguru were together; harmony, romance and protection. Fate, you called it. Our youth ⎯ you cherished it. But every high ends doesn't it? When Suguru left; the sorcerer society and you, Shoko and Satoru. And you were left with the weight of more than what you could carry. Decisions of your youth, testament of your love. TW: sexual intercourse <not really explicit, but I'll tag it as smut>, Satoru and Shoko being super depressed, heartbreak, abandonment, !!mentions of teen-pregnancy and abortion!!, crying, smoking, suguru being cruel, panic attacks

Series masterlist ── Chapter 2 : Moon Child

"This is the last time." He whispers, his voice hoarse, his lips pressing against the nape of your neck. His large hands grip your waist tightly, his hot breath fanning on your skin as he looks at you, and you feel your chest tighten into knots. "I won't be able to see you again anymore." He says, deftly pulling on the hem of your top.

Your lips part, a shaky breath leaving the warm cavern. You knew this was coming. The way he was spiralling out of despair. His long lashes flutter against his cheek, eyebrows scrunched ever so slightly at the centre of his forehead. His teeth are clenched tightly, a muscle lightly feathers on his jaw. Little lilac veins bedeck the expanse of his pale neck, its a strange hue. Starting with a purple undertone it fades into a soft greenish-blue.

You gulp and remain silent as you wrap your arms around his neck. Shaky breaths, and the rustle of the sheets is the only sound that echoes with the walls of the room. You are hyperaware, as if your brain is wracking hard to absorb every single sensory detail of tonight.

Slowly, he lays you down on the bed, his large and calloused hand coming to cup your cheek, his eyes taking in the sight of you underneath him. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, a silent command for you to look him in the eye. "I hope you hate me." He whispers, his chest rising and falling quickly. "If the last thought you have of me is disgust and disdain, I could die a happy man."

You look up at him, your hand clenching the sheets as he removes your t-shirt. Your skin feels frigid under air con, cold blood washing upto your head; your throat is parched. You just wish the world would swallow me down, burn your body with lapping tongues of fire...at least then you would be warm. "I could never hate you..." you manage to croak out, your eyes blankly looking at the ceiling, anywhere but him.

"You're a fool." He whispers quietly, his mouth trailing down your neck, and you can feel his warm breath ghosting over your skin, his fingers dancing along the lace pattern of your black brassiere. "You're so foolish," he whispers again, his other hand grabbing your thigh and pulling you closer. "To love someone and expect them to love you back."

"I know...." You whisper out, its like an invisible hand is constricting your heart. A cruel reminder that it's written in the stars to be an ominous little thing undeserving of any love from anyone.

His voice is quiet, but you can still hear his words ringing in your ears as you feel his hot breath fan over your skin as he whispers in your ear. "You should hate me for leaving you like this, you should scream and yell, you should curse my name," He says, and you feel his teeth gently biting down on your earlobe.

A muffled gasp leaves your mouth at his nibble. You look up at his eyes, a watery smile making its way on your face as he tells you to hate him. "Suguru." You whisper out so lovingly, in a worshipping way, yout eyes so full of devotion and reverence. Even when tears line your eyes, even when his words rip you apart. "Suguru, my love."

His eyes go wide at your soft whisper, and you can feel his hands tighten on your waist as he lowers his head onto your shoulder, his face buried in the crook of your neck. "Fuck" He whispers out his voice so heavy, you almost think he would cry. "You're so beautiful," He tells you, his voice choked up. "You're the prettiest person I've ever seen." He whispers, feverishly moving to unclasp your clothes, throwing it on the ground. His jaw trembles just a little, a shaky breath leaving his mouth.

He buries his face between your chest, fists clenching the fabric of the sheets, just inhaling sharply, you can feel the rough pads of his fingers trail up your sides. His breath is hot, his kisses searing your skin, you feel warm now. Its a given under his smouldering gaze as he looks up at you.

You can't help but whimper softly, hands weaving into his dark locks. His finds purchase on the smooth flesh of your hips, his fingers squeezing gently. "Pretty girl," he whispers under his breath as a strange sensation runs down your spine like you had walked into a lukewarm bath, the water rising till your tailbone. Its a sickly feeling.

His hand trails down, till all your clothes are discarded somewhere in the void, the corners of your eyes are blurry, you can't exactly see anything but him.

You shiver and peer at him, watching him discard his clothing. he's so pretty, you think, like some dark seraph who's wrath was a but too much for the pearly gates and so he fell down....into your bed. A sudden dread claws at your ribs. There would be other woman who would see him like this. Others who he'd use for his vendetta, but regardless they'd see him in all his glory.

His eyes a dark like pools of tar, dripping down and defiling your cherub-blood. You want to sink you teeth into his skin and rip his heart out, cradle it to your chest and never let go. You need him to be yours. Its so unfair.

He pulls you up towards him, his hands settling under your thighs as he spreads your legs on either side of him. A low grumble leaves your mouth as your eyebrows furrow. Your heart hurts in a way that makes you dizzy. Your throat runs dry with this sudden tsunami of emotions that hits your so hard that your ribs hurt.

His breathing is heavy and loud, his eyes staring down at you intently as you look up at him. You can hear his heart pounding in his chest as he moves slowly, his hands gripping your thighs so tightly it almost hurts, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

You let out sharp, shaky whimpers. Trembling as your nose reddens, your heart feels like it’s breaking. You are never gonna see him again, feel him again. The world should cease to move.

He holds you close to his chest, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his breath coming out in a hot, heavy puff, fanning your skin with each passing moment.

Your hands shiver, and throat becomes so dry that its hard to breathe. You can't breathe. You can't let him go. The stoicness you had maintained to not look pathetic, to not cry in front of him when he was abandoning you. Its all crumbling down at this intimacy. This warmth has you feeling so vulnerable that you want to curl up and burrow to hide myself. A soft sob leaves your mouth as tears melt down from your eyes at the slightest bit of his warmth, breathlessly.

He freezes at the sound of your sob, his body stilling completely as he looks down at you. His hand moves to cup your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tear that threatens to fall. His eyes soften as he looks at you, his breathing slowing down as he gazes at you in wonder. His thumb trails across your skin and wipes another tear that threatens to fall, the look in his eyes heartbreaking as he looks at you.

And beyond that, you can't help the stream of soft sobs that you try so hard to stifle. You rest my arm over my eyes to stop looking, to stop feeling. Your shoulders tremble as all the indifference you were putting up, shatters down painfully.

His eyes go blank, and it’s as if everything comes crashing down around the two of you. He tries to stay strong, he truly does - but watching you cry like this, hearing the sounds you make as you try and hold it in, it’s almost too much. He pulls you up towards him, his arms encircling around your waist as he buries his face in your neck.

You cry out against his skin, your fingers tremble as your arms firmly wrap around him, afraid to let him go. Your stomach churns, and body burns. You want it to be a terrible dream. "Don't go." You cry out pathetically, sobbing. "Please don't go."

He stiffens, his arms tightening around your middle as he hears you say that. Your plea is like a knife in his heart, and he can’t help the way his arms tighten around you, as if trying to cling on to something that’s about to slip away. "Don’t…” He whispers out, his voice rough. “I told you… don’t make this harder than it already is," he says, his voice choked up. The pain in your voice is enough to break his heart, and he can’t help but feel utterly horrible as he holds you in his arms - but he can’t change his mind, he can’t stay with you, he can’t allow himself to get too attached to you. He already is, but he refuses to admit it, to even acknowledge the possibility of it.

And before you know it, your eyebrows furrow as you are lain back down again, a feathered gasp of pleasure and the pain that grips your heart leaves your throat.

He gasps as he looks down at you, your moans making his heart flutter with something almost akin to love. He leans forward, his face mere inches away from yours as his breath fans over your skin, and in a moment of weakness, he leans down and presses his lips against yours in a soft, gentle kiss.

And you unravel. He feels his heart ache as he looks at you, unable to stop the feelings that flood his chest, making his emotions go into overdrive. He leans down and presses his lips against your skin, kissing a trail down your neck as he whispers soft words of praise into the crook of your neck.

You pant as your eyes flutter in tiredness, hand coming to tuck the strand of his hair behind his ear. You can't sleep...you are scared to sleep. He'll dissapear.

He slumps against your body, his breathing coming out in heavy, laboured pants, his heart racing at a rapid pace in his chest. He stays like that, his fingers trailing up your back aimlessly, feeling the smooth expanse of your skin under his fingertips. For a moment, he imagines this is their life, that he could have the privilege of waking up next to you, caress your skin and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. But that can’t happen. He knows that, no matter how hard his heart is beating or how loud his mind begs him to stay.

You sniffle softly and he shifts, letting you bury face in his chest, your tears hollowing him again. He's leaving you, Satoru, Shoko...its all memories now. He has a greater purpose, he'll raise a Jujutsu only world. The world is far too cruel for people like you...its his way of protecting you.

He lays in bed for a long, long time, holding you close to his chest. He watches you for hours, his heart pounding in his ears as he listens to your breathing, the way your eyelashes flutter against your cheek, the way your mouth opens just a bit when you breathe. He memorizes every inch of your face, the way you look when asleep, the way your face softens when you’re in your most vulnerable state. He looks at you for hours, before gently untangling your hand from his arm and getting out of bed.

You wake up hours later at Shoko's phone call. Your eyes fluttering as you answer her sleepily.

"Hm?"

"Y/N, Suguru's killed 152 civillians, including his parents. He's left." She says and your breath hitches. You look around the room, heart racing when you don't see him. It wasn't a dream. He was here, he left. You could've stopped this massacre from happening. You could've convinced him. You could've killed him. It was your duty as a sorcerer when you knew what he would do.

You end the call and sit like that for hours, crying and sobbing into the sheets that still smell like him, the faint trace of his cologne sticking to the sheets long after he's gone. You stay there, unable to move, unable to bring yourself to get out of bed and face the empty apartment without him in it, facing the fact that he's gone. You cry until your throat is raw, and your eyes sting, and you can only hiccup and sob quietly into the sheets. Suguru Geto is a cruel, cold-blooded murderer.

Days turn to weeks, you feel yourself get paler, wearier. It was pathetic in some way to be this despondent after a heartache, but here you were. You try to get on with your life; you, Shoko and Satoru; working as Jujutsu students during the day, but no one talks about the loneliness that claws at the three of you during the nights. No one even mentions him, its painfully obvious how the topics are shifted at the slightest mention of him...

You sigh, resting your head against the wall of the infirmary tiredly as the smell of the nicotine and smoke from Shoko's cig permeates through the room. Its nauseating.

"Shoko, can you not smoke?" you grumble in frustration and Shoko briefly glances at you, before continuing to smoke.

You take a deep shaky breath as you look at her with your eyes furrowed. "Shoko. put the cigarette down." You punctuate and she frowns but either way puts the cigarette down on the ashtray with a scoff.

"You are being a bitch right now." She scoffs as she walks towards you, leaning against the wall where you are sitting down.

"Well I am sorry if the smell is making me feel sick." You sigh, running your hands through your hair and she hums, her eyes briefly flickering to the wallpaper on your flip-phone, a picture of you and Suguru she herself had clicked on his last birthday.

"Did you eat since the morning?" she asks casually and you close your eyes, shaking your head.

"Didn't feel like it." You mutter before you feel her cool hand against your forehead, seeing if you are warm.

"I do not have a fever Suguru-- I mean Shoko." you correct yourself, but your voice dies down a whisper at your error. Her eyes soften lightly at your words and she sighs, plopping down on the floor next to you.

The two of you sit in silence for several minutes. The faint whirr of the infirmary fridge and light ticks of the wall clock being the only dominating sounds in the room.

"Have you ben sleeping?" she asks quietly and you let out a mirthless snigger.

"Can't remember the last time I did." you say and she breathes out.

"Me neither," she says, shifting her hands and resting them on her knees

"Shoko..." you croak out, gulping slightly. The sound immediately draws her attention as she whips her head towards you. "I missed my cycle..." you say and your voice wavers like a little sapling underneath a harsh storm.

Her eyes widen, slowly, gradually as it hits. She sucks a deep breath about to say something before the infirmary door opens harshly, Satoru holding two dango sticks in his hand, on the door sill.

"Yo." he says and you sigh, looking back at Shoko. Satoru's smile falters slightly as he looks at the both of you, noticing the tense atmosphere in the room. He looks at Shoko with a questioning look, his eyes then flicking over to you. Satoru had always been a brilliant observer, almost too brilliant. He frowns slightly at the way your face looks as you look at him, the look on your face making his heart feel heavy. "What's wrong?"

"I think I have kept some spare pregnancy tests in the infirmary." she says and Satoru's eyes widen he feels this strange sense of dread wash over him as he looks at you, his heart dropping into the pit of his stomach. "Wait...what?"

You look at Shoko get up and fetch them from the drawers. Satoru looking between the two of you anxiously. His blue eyes softened in worry.

You take the kits from Shoko and shakily gulp, looking at her as you sigh. It felt dystopian, taking a few deep breaths you walk into the washroom and follow the instructions, waiting for the three sticks to turn out.

Your breath seemed logdged in your throat. No matter how much your tried, it felt stuck. Suguru...you needed him. You needed your lover to take care of you, press you to his chest, whispering sweet-nothings. "Everything will be okay. Whatever decision you make I am going to be by your side, forever."

You gulp and look at the three sticks. Positive. All of them. Not even a single a negative one. Its always said these sticks are not a good measure for pregnancy test, but here there are all of them positive. Even if one turned out to be erroneous, the majority still said positive.

You felt your world shift in its axis...no- it stilled, completely. Your pbottom lip trembled as a soft hiccup left your throat, and as soon as that, a harsh knock rebounded on the door, making you flinch.

"Y/N?" Gojo sounded. He seemed frantic, panicked, worried. "Is everything alright?" You couldn't speak, little cries taht you tried so hard to stiffle left your mouth.

You could hear Satoru take a sharp breath outside, followed by Shoko's muffled voice. All at once he opened the door, his cerulean pupil shrunken as he looked at the three tests on the slab.

"Shit..." He gasped, his hand flying to his mouth as he hesitantly looked at you. His heart shattering at the sight of you so small, crying, shaking. Immediately he envolved his arms around you, pressing you to his chest...

"Its okay, its fine," he whispered but his own voice was shaky. Never in his life had he momentarily detested Suguru so much. He wanted to search every corner of the world, slap him and bring him back to you.

Shoko frowns slightly, her fingers clenching and unclenching at her sides. "Do you..." She hesitates for a moment, looking at you and Satoru before she continues. "Do you want to keep it?" She asks you softly, her eyes flickering down to your stomach for a moment before looking back at your face. "You know it's your choice...it's your body. No one can force you to keep it if you don't want to."

You gulp sharply, your shoulders shivering against Satoru's broad chest. Your baby, you and Suguru's baby...you couldn't possibly give it up! You were a healer, your job was to save lives! How could you give on the testament of your and Suguru's love?

"No...I am keeping them." You whisper with an anguished look, parting from Satoru.

Shoko sighs softly as she looks at you with a conflicted look on her face. She knew that deep down, that's what you were going to decide. She knew that you could never get rid of the one thing that was keeping you tied to Suguru forever. No matter how hard your heart will ache every time you look at the child growing in your stomach, the child that looks or acts like him, the one thing that can keep him in your life forever. Shoko can tell from the bittersweet look on your face: you are going to keep this baby.

Satoru's heart aches at your words, the reality of the situation crashing down on his shoulders all at once. Here you are, pregnant with Suguru's baby, and Suguru isn't going to be here to see the baby. He isn't going to be here to help you with your cravings and your hormones, or to be there by your side, holding your hand as you scream and cry during birth. He isn't going to be there to see the baby's first steps, or the first time they say 'daddy'.

You couldn't help but look back at your phone's wallpaper, only to be interjected by Satoru.

"That kid is going to know how to curse people before they even know the times table." He says with a proud grin. Shoko sighs softly at Satoru's ridiculous declaration and rolls her eyes. "I'll teach them to get on your nerves before they're even born."

You let out a shaky breath and nod, tears rolling down your eyes. It was going to be terribly hard, you know that, but the burden would be slightly less with Shoko and Satoru on your side.

"Don't cry..." Satoru murmurs, wiping your tears with his thumb, "It'll be alright, you'll be a great mom." He says, his big cerulean eyes pooling with adoration as he looks at you.

To be continued.

11 months later....(part II)

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𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, he’s all kind smiles and soft tones but his hands are rough on you and his words are mean. Murmuring things like, “You’re so cute for someone with a cunt this fucking greedy.” Tone light but content dark, his cock driving into you from behind, hands tugging you back onto him like you’re a human ragdoll.

Fucking you so well, just right, getting you so fucking close for the umpteenth time only for him to mock you for how fast he’s getting you to cum again, “Already? So soon? Can’t fucking help yourself, can you?”

Lips trailing up your neck from behind, leaving behind wet kisses as he covers your body in his, hips never stopping their relentless thrusting. “Got such a messy pussy,” he’d coo at you, going quiet only so you can hear the obscene squelching filling the room.

He embarrasses you on purpose, he loves how you shy away from him at his words, but your cunt only grows slicker, coating his cock so well. Your body so completely honest with him where you’re not.

It’s not like he stops either, he’s fucking you until you cum and teasing you for how easy it is the whole time. Only stopping to groan at how you grip him sinfully tight, even then, he’s thinking of how to embarrass you more.

Yeah…𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞

Title: Found You~

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Warnings: Yandere Shoyo! Stalking! Mind break! NonCon!

This may be triggering for some audiences as it is heavily/entirely NonCon. Please proceed with caution 💜.

Word Count: 7.8k

You finally escaped Shoyo for two years, when he went off to Brazil for a while. But he found you...and he wants you. And you want him?

After escaping Shoyo Hinata two years ago, you hid as a different, yet normal person. You could've gone to the police but with the man as a famous volleyball player, you knew you wouldn't win the fight. Now working at a coffee shop, you found a man with an orange hat that read ‘Asas São Paulo’ in navy print and plain clothes; a simple T-shirt and knee length cargo shorts. But the thing that caught your attention, was his orange hair under the hat, you realized who it was.  

“Hi, can I get a caramel Frappuccino. No caffeine” He orders with a familiar drink with a sickeningly familiar sweet smile, your favorite drink; the same one he didn’t even like because it was ‘too sweet’ for his taste. You turn away and feel nauseous. "Are you alright, ma'am?" Shoyo specifically asks you. “Fine, sir” you say with a formal smile. You quickly ring him up and hands him his drink. “Here you are” you say, sliding it to him, trying to act ‘normal’. He notices you trembling slightly before he grabs his beverage. “Why are you shaking a bit? It’s not that cold in here…right?” 

He takes a sip from his drink, licking the whipped cream off his lips, eyes never leaving you. “No, I’m just a bit chilly today” you say. “Next in line please!” You call out, trying to get Shoyo to move away from him. You planned on quitting right after your shift ended. You would need to call someone to come get you. You were terrified on the inside. Shoyo doesn’t move and instead decides to start a conversation. “A bit chilly, huh? But the air conditioners are on and you don’t have a sweater on either…” Shoyo continues to observe the trembling in your hands, knowing how you look when you’re actually scared. “Are you…afraid of someone? Is there someone in the shop bothering you?” 

”Excuse me sir, thank you for your concern but please move aside” you say, there were several costumers behind Shoyo. You tried to keep your voice steady as you spoke but ultimately fail. He smiles, “my apologies ma’am” he says and does as you asked, stepping aside. Though, he still glances at you every now and then. It felt like his eyes were burning holes into your body. You could feel his stares that he was practically giving to you the whole time. You continue to serve the next few costumers before calling a co-worker over to swap with you so you could take your break. Once your co-worker takes over your position at the register, you immediately head to the staff room in the back.  

Shoyo watches you go to the back room. He knew this was his chance and he needed to act fast. As soon as you were out of the sight of the other workers, Shoyo quickly and quietly followed you without anyone noticing. You quickly pull out your phone to call someone, anyone who could come get you. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts you didn’t notice someone behind you. You feel someone snatch your phone from your hand before swiftly pinning you against the wall, their chest to your back. You open your eyes, looking over your shoulder only to be greeted by the same face you often saw in your nightmares.  

“Who were you trying to call, Sunflower?” 

You freeze, “you…you can’t be back here” you mutter, your blood running cold. Shoyo chuckles as he holds you against the wall, leaning down and sniffing your hair. “I know I can’t but I couldn’t help it~ I’ve been looking for you for two years. Do you know how much I’ve missed you?” His breath warms your neck as he places his lips on your shoulder, placing butterfly kisses on you. You feel goosebumps spread on your dark skin, making them barely visible but Shoyo could feel them. “Let me go” you mutter, your voice having no real demand behind it, only fear. You were terrified, and shaking- trembling. Shoyo ignores your words and instead pushes you more up against the wall. You could feel something hard pressing against your ass. You weren’t stupid, you knew what that was.  

His lips move up to your neck, sucking and biting, creating hickeys. His free hand grips one of your hips, holding you in place as he continues to mark you over. “Not a chance. I’m not letting you out of my sight ever again.” Shoyo grunts, continuing to sniff your hair, breathing in your smell, taking in the lost scent that he missed for Two. Whole. Years.  

“How…did you even find me?” You mutter softly. You were sure to hide yourself correctly, to change everything and hide. “You changed your hair, your name, everything. But I could never forget the way you move. The way you talk and act, you can’t change that. I could never forget your face. I’ve finally found you~” He chuckles and forcefully flips you around, your back now pressed harshly against the cool texture of the wall. Shoyo moves his free hand to your front; his fingers moving to unbutton your work clothes and expose your chest to him. 

You tear up, “please, don’t” you quietly beg him, tears forming in your eyes. Shoyo looks up at you and sees the tears. It doesn’t make him stop though. His fingers are now completely unbuttoning the buttons of the shirt as he pushes it open. “Still as beautiful as ever…My cute Sunflower. My sweet love~” his voice was gentle; his tone was sweet...but you knew better than to trust any of it. You were shaking like a leaf, a feeling of dread as he completely pops open your shirt, leaving your exposed in your bra. “Stop it, stop it… please, don’t do this” you beg him, your voice shaking.  

Shoyo’s eyes look at your bare chest when your shirt popped open. He sucks in a breath when he sees you in your bra. It was black lace, his favorite color to see on you. He loved the way the color seemed to shape and form your body, he loved it when you wore skin tight clothes as well, the way it would hug your curves, squeeze your large breast and show off just how fat and jiggly your ass was. He stares at your face, taking in every feature that hadn’t changed over the past two years. You would be in your mid 20s by now...but you still looked like the day you ran away from him. It gave it both a sweet and bitter feeling. “You’re so perfect, you’re just so beautiful…So mine.” He says smoothly before flipping you again, pinning you face first against the wall once more. He starts placing kisses on your back, slipping your work shirt off your shoulders as he pushes himself up against you, his chest on your back, his bulge digging uncomfortably into your thick ass cheeks. His hand slowly trails it’s way up her spine, his fingers as cold as you remember them being. You could feel him start slowly unclasping your bra. You whimper softly, closing your eyes. This wasn't happening, it just couldn’t be.  

Shoyo chuckles at the whimper and finally unclasps your bra. He pushes it up over your chest before letting it fall to the ground. His hands go down to your hips and he spins you back around, making you look at him as his eyes look you up and down. You head was starting to swim from how easily he man handled you, flipping you like you were a piece of meat on the stove... he was certainly looking at you like you were one.  

“My dear Sunflower…I’ve missed you so much.” He says, wrapping his arms around your naked torso, pulling you against his chest. “Stay away from me, please” you beg softly, the strength leaving your body. You couldn’t even scream even if you wanted to. Your fear was freezing you in place. “Not a chance~” Shoyo chuckles as he takes a hold of your chin and cups it, forcing you to look at him. He could see the fear clear in your eyes, the way you trembled at his touch. 

“Oh, my sweet love…Don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you…Not on purpose~” He says, lying. 

You knew him well enough, experienced him well enough to know that those words were nothing but a fat lie. Shoyo pushes you back against the wall and starts to trail kisses down, starting from your neck, kissing and sucking on your collarbone. You whimper at the mild pain that came from him sucking harshly on your collarbone. You could feel one of his hands snake up your torso, cupping your breast. Shoyo starts to feel up your bare breast in his hand, gently caressing before harshly pinching your nipple between his two fingers. He smirks when he hears that familiar yelp of of pain leave your lips as slowly starts to suck and bite on your collarbone harder, leaving a huge dark hickey on it. His free hand goes down to your skirt and starts lifting it. 

“I’m begging you, please don’t do this” you beg him, tears silently dripping down your face. Shoyo stops and pulls away from your collarbone. He looks at your face and sees the tears flowing from your eye. He gently wipes them with his thumb, a sympathetic look on his face. “Why are you crying? You’re making me feel bad…I’m not trying to hurt you, love.” He says, a soft expression on his face; he looked like a sad puppy. If you didn’t know any better, you’d believe that innocent face. 

“Then let me go, and stop, please,” your voice was soft on his ears.  

Oh, how he missed the sweet sound of your voice when you pleaded with him, when you begged him.  

Shoyo chuckles, he had no plans on stopping. “I told you; I’m not letting you go, and I meant it” Shoyo says with a smile on his face. His hand gently caresses your cheek. “I missed you so much, you know?” 

You could feel his other hand roughly squeeze your nipple as he continued to play with it, pulling and rolling it between his fingers in an almost cruel manner that...also felt good. You could feel his hand move from your chin, slowly caressing your body as it made its way down your body, trailing along your torso until it stopped at your thighs, forcing them apart. You suck in a cold, sharp breath, feeling his hand cupping your pussy through your panties. Shoyo chuckles when he feels you tense up. He gets close to your ear and whispers what would usually be sweet words in anyone else’s mind, but you knew he was mocking you. “You’re so warm here…It’s perfect”. 

You feel a shiver run up your spine at his words. “You’re moist” he mutters softly, his finger gently stroking you through your panties. Shoyo’s sinister smile grows as he pushes a bit more up against you, putting his weight on you, pinning you to the wall as his fingers continue to caress you, feeling the wet spot on your panties grow. He kisses your neck, moving to your ear. “You didn’t think that you would get away from me, did you? You’re all mine~” 

You shiver at his touch, your trained body reacting to his touch instantly. You could feel your panties growing damper as a familiar, unwanted pleasure starts to grow between your legs, rising up in your stomach. Shoyo laughs against your neck when he feels your body reacting, loving how you’re practically giving in already. “Your body is so honest, even if you say no. It’s so perfect, so honest. I love it~” 

“No, I…” You try to object, but you couldn’t stop the small moan that slipped past your lips when Shoyo pressed against your aching core, rubbing small circles against your clit through the damp cloth shielding your needy pussy from his touch. Shoyo chuckles when he heard the moan and saw you struggle to speak. Pressing harder against you, he whispers in your ear. “You’re such a liar, love. Your body betrays you and I can feel it…You know you want it~” 

”No, I really don’t” you plead with him but he doesn’t stop. He squeezes your breast again while continuing to rub circles on your clit. You shiver again, your panties growing moister. It felt good, the way your body registers this familiar pleasure, the way your body reacts to Shoyo’s familiar touch. He had trained you well, trained your body well to react like this to his touch, and his touch only. 

 Shoyo chuckles softly and kisses your neck. He feels you shiver, a soft, quiet moan leaving your lips. Shoyo rubs a bit faster, his touch gentle yet firm enough against your clit, just the way you liked being touched. He’s loving every minute of listening to you, feeling you shudder at his touch, the way you try to hold back moans from the pleasure he gives you. “Your body seems to be begging for more…Why else are you shuddering in pleasure, love?” 

“No, that’s not it, just…let me go, please” you whimper softly, and despite your efforts, another moan escapes your delicate lips. Shoyo smirks and pulls your panties to the side, stroking your wet lips, before delving a little deeper. You could feel him tease your hole with his fingers, the familiar touch of his fingers toying with your pussy makes you want to fall apart. But you don’t, you refused to.  

He doesn’t do anything more than teasing, simply stroking your cunt in just the right ways to make you squirm. You watch through lidded eyes as Shoyo pulls his fingers back and smirks, they were covered in slick, your slick. He laughs at the sight, a smug smile making its way onto his face. He places his fingers on your lips, his face close to yours. You close your eyes, a stray tear making its way down your face as he gently pokes your lips with his slick coated fingers, his smirk growing. “Looks like your body is betraying you, love. You shouldn’t lie to me, right~?” 

You fight the trained urge to open your lips and suck his fingers clean, like you were forced to do so many times in the past. Shoyo’s smirk widens a bit when he sees you stop yourself. He continues massaging you, going slightly faster, loving seeing how you’re trying to deny the pleasure. “I’m not lying” you say softly, turning your face away from his sharp, raptor-like gaze. 

“Oh really? Are you sure about that? You seem to be enjoying this a lot, darling~”.  

You feel your legs go weak, you fight to keep standing, pleasure spreading through your body. “I…no, it…it's not like that” you mutter softly. Shoyo chuckles softly and buries his nose in your neck, taking in your familiar scent again. He could feel you getting weak, he felt his dick twitch in hos boxers again, enjoying the moans coming out of your mouth. 

Fuck~ he wanted to take you right here, right now.  

But he would wait. He was having too much fun teasing you at the same time. 

“You can try to deny it all you want, but you and I know that you’re giving in~” He continues massaging your clit, picking up the pace. He pushes his body up against you, making sure you can’t go anywhere, only lean on him for support. You feel your body unconsciously lean against his, your legs shaking... just like he wanted you to. You wanted to fight the feeling, but you couldn’t.  

You feel his fingers continuing to tease your hole, driving you crazy. “I’m putting them in~” he whispers in your ear but before you can object you feel two of his fingers slip inside of you, easily. “Now that wasn’t much trouble, you’re so wet for me they slipped right in” Shoyo coos again. You close your eyes, hating your body’s reaction to this man’s touch. “Aww, you feel that Sunflower, you’re sucking me in” Shoyo taunts you, and you knew he wasn’t wrong.  

You could feel it too.  

You try to hold back a moan, the pleasure intensifying. You were a little ashamed to admit, but it was the first time you had something inside since you left him. You try to hold back a moan but you couldn’t. The way his fingers felt so good inside, even if he wasn’t moving. Shoyo chuckles when he feels you lean against him, satisfied that he's able to break your resistance even just a little. His ears perk up when he hears your stifled moan and he smirks to himself. “It’s alright, love. You can make any sound you want here. No one is going to find us here. You can make all the loud noise you want…Let it out~” 

”No, no this isn’t right. You shouldn’t be here" you whimper trying to bite back your moans as you feel him move his fingers slowly.  

Fuck~ it felt so good, his fingers, the way he moved, how gentle his movements were.  

But you could never admit that out loud. 

Shoyo laughs against your neck as he slowly moves his fingers in and out, loving you’re attempt to deny the pleasure. “Why not~? We belong together, remember? You’re my love, my Sunflower, and mine to have whenever I please.” Shoyo says softly, as if trying to lure you in with his sweet tone, and gentle words.  

Just like he did the first time.  

You don’t say anything, your breath growing heavier the more Shoyo moved his fingers. Your eyes go wide when you feel him go faster. Shoyo chuckles and looks down at you. Seeing your eyes go wide is such a wonderful sight. He looks into them and doesn’t slow down, pushing his fingers a little bit harder.  

*Squelch* 

*Slick* 

*Sluck* 

“I can see the pleasure in your eyes, love. You can’t deny that you’re enjoying it. Look at you, quivering in pleasure…You’re perfect~” Shoyo coos in your ear. “Shut up...and just...leave me be, please,” you beg him, doing your best to hold in your moans. Shoyo laughs again and moves his head to your ear. “You’re begging me to stop, but I can feel how your body is shaking under my touch. Your body is begging for more, my dear Sunflower~”  

You shake your head, “no…” You say weakly, moaning softly into his shoulder. You couldn’t help it, the familiar pleasure that used to be a distant, unwanted memory slowly clouding your mind again.  

Shoyo feels your pussy squeeze his fingers slightly as a small whine escape from your lips, he smirks, taking that as a sign that your willpower is slowly breaking, that you’re giving in. He loves how much you’re struggling to deny the pleasure, it’s arousing to see you trembling in ecstasy every time he touches you. The way you try to hide how good you feel, your labored breaths, the trembling of your legs, it does nothing but puff up his pride.  

“Oh, my sweet, sweet Sunflower…You’re so beautiful like this. So, so, perfect~” he ‘praises’ you. You knew he was doing nothing but mocking you all over again. “No, don't...don’t talk to me like that” you pant through labored breaths, your hands finding their way to his shirt, gripping it to keep yourself grounded. You use his strong, lean yet well-built sports body to support your body. Shoyo can feel you clutching onto his shirt as you use him to prevent yourself from falling. He loves how your hands are shaking, grasping the fabric of his shirt. He knows that you're struggling to keep up your strength to resist. And he was loving every second of it. 

“Hmm~? I can talk to you however I want, my love. You belong to me. And I know that you love the way I’m talking to you right now~”  

You shake your head, denying it. “I…ah~… I-I don’t” you say, letting out a louder moan when Shoyo’s fingers brush against a familiar pleasure spot. Shoyo smirks and pushes his fingers deeper, hitting that spot again...and again...and again, loving how you let out a loud moan. “You can try to lie all you want, my love…But I know that you’re lying. The way your body is acting speaks louder than your words, you know~” Shoyo murmurs in your ear. He moves his head to your neck and begins to kiss and suck all over, wanting to cover it with as many hickeys as he can. You can feel that familiar pleasure building up in your stomach despite your protest.  

You didn’t want to but…he was going to make you; like he always did. “Please, no…” you weakly beg Shoyo when he starts moving his fingers faster and harder, hitting that spot again and again, going deeper than before still. Shoyo’s smirk widens when he hears you say “no” again even though he can hear the moans in your voice and feel how much your body is quivering in pleasure and how tight you are around his fingers. 

“Stop denying yourself, dear. Admit that you’re enjoying it. I know you love the feeling~” 

His mouth moves up to your ear and he whispers. “Give in and let it out, Sunflower~” You feel an electric shock like pleasure course through your body, your walls shuddering around Shoyo’s fingers. The red head smirks when he feels your soaking, messy cunt clamp down on his fingers, pulsing around him. He smirks, slowing down his rhythm just a little but not by much, prolonging your orgasm as he gently coos in your ear.  

“That’s it…Good girl~ I was wondering when you would give in” Shoyo whispers gently, licking his lips as he looks down at you. “I can feel how you’re clenching around my fingers right now…I know you want this, love~” he continues on. “Shoyo~” You moan unconsciously when he keeps moving his finger.  

Just like you were trained to do.  

“Please” you beg softly, looking up at him with teary eyes, a small trail of drool running down the side of your mouth. Your mind was clouded, your thoughts were so easily scrambled by his simple actions. Shoyo smirks down at you, enjoying the way your eyes looked zoned out, the small trail of drool dripping down your chin. He couldn’t resist leaning in and licking it clean for you. He couldn’t stop his smirk from growing into a smug grin once again when he hears you moan his name, loving the way you said it. His thoughts immediately go back to the way you used to say his name, like a sweet melody. Seeing the tears and the drool on your face makes him feel satisfied, that you’re slowly falling into your conditioned state. Seeing you in this helpless and pleasure filled state, he couldn’t stop himself. He just had to tease you more. 

“Please what~? What do you want, love? Tell your sweet me what you need~” Shoyo mockingly coos with a twisted smile on his face. “Wanna… ah~” you moan, unable to get your words out. Shoyo’s eyes shine when you’re unable to speak, loving the fact that you’re so wrapped up in the pleasure to even form words to speak to him. Seeing you so weak and vulnerable was so satisfying, it was like a dream come true once again. “You want what~? Use your words, love~” He teases, seeing a smirk spread across his face as he speeds up, his fingers rubbing against that sensitive spot.  

“Wanna stop but…feels good, feels really good” you whimper, tears falling down your face so perfectly as you beg Shoyo to stop but also to keep making you feel good. Shoyo laughs gently, his fingers moving even faster, massaging all your sweet spots he had memorized perfectly. Seeing you so helpless, desperately wanting the pleasure but not wanting to admit it, tears rolling down your face, it was so cute and arousing to him. 

“You want me to stop? But you know that you’re loving it, Sunflower. Your body is just begging for more… And I’m here to give you what you really want~” Shoyo squeezes your breast again, his fingers playing with your sensitive bud that already felt achy and puffy from his previous teasing. You let’s out another moan, trying to keep quiet as your brain slowly starts to shut off, slowly giving into the pleasure. Shoyo’s smirk widens, leaning down to your ear and whispering, “there’s no one here but us, love. You can make all the noise you want. Let me hear all those sweet moans coming out of your pretty mouth~” 

You shake your head, biting your lip. You wouldn’t, you didn’t want to. Shoyo grabs your chin and looks into your eyes. He doesn’t like how you’re biting your lip, trying to hold back the moans and pleasure. He leans in, close enough to feel his breath on your face. “No, my love. I want to hear your sweet moans. I want you to stop holding back and just let it all out. I want to hear you, hear the pleasure in your voice. Don’t make me use force to get those noises out of you~”  

You don’t say anything, biting your lip harder. You were still trying to fight him on this. Shoyo feels his irritation growing with your continued resistance. He tightens his grip on your chin, his face still very close to yours. “I warned you, Sunflower…You know what happens when you don’t listen to me~” He moves his hand away from your chin and grabs your hair, gripping it tight and pulling it back. He moves his mouth to your neck and begins to bite and start a hickey there. He was rough and harsh in his actions, not caring if his bite hurt your or not, his fingers moving just as roughly. You whimper, trying to hold back any sounds as he gets rougher with you. You knew it’d only make him feel better about himself.  

It hurt 

Shoyo’s eyes are cold and rough as he continues to bite your neck. The grip on your hair tightens as he gives you a large hickey, marking you as his. His fingers move quickly and abruptly showing no restraint or care for your feelings or comfort. He is only focusing on making you submit to him through a means too familiar to both of you. “You’re being such a bad girl, love. I know you’re loving this; you know that you love it. Just give up and give in to me…”  

You whimper again. Some part of your brain whispers for you to fight the pleasure, to not give in. But it was hard, so hard not to. Shoyo continues to mark your neck, giving you large hickeys that would be impossible to hide. He feels you struggling to fight back against the pleasure, but he can see that you’re slowly giving in. With how you’re reacting, he knows that you can’t hold out much more. After all,  

He trained you too well.  

“Just give in, love…Stop fighting. I know you want to, give in to the pleasure. Let me hear those sweet moans coming out of your mouth~” 

You don’t say anything, not know what to say. Shoyo growls in frustration and pulls your hair harder, making you look at him. He’s had enough of your disobedience, and he’s going to make you give in to him. He had finally found you after two fucking years, and if he had to retrain her again, he would.  

“You’re being so rebellious, Sunflower, you know that? You know I don’t like it when you don’t listen to me, yet here you are, trying to fight me…Do you need a reminder of what happens when you misbehave, love? Is that what you want?” His voice was gentle but she could hear the sharpness of his undertone, the obvious underlying threat in his words. You shiver at his tone, you knew you should say something, anything. But nothing comes to mind or leaves your mouth. You stay silent.  

Shoyo narrows his eyes at your silence, frustrated at your lack of response. He leans down to your ear and whispers. “Since you won’t speak, I suppose I’ll have to show you what happens when you’re disobedient, my love.” He moves his hand away from your hair and grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He speaks in a low and cold tone. “Do you remember what happens next, love?” Your eyes widened, he wouldn’t. But when he moves his hand from your chin to his belt buckle, you knew he was serious. Shoyo smirks when he notices your eyes widening when he moves his hand down to his belt buckle. He knows that you’re scared, but he also knows that you know he’s being serious. 

“Do you understand now, love? You should have listened to me. You should have just given in like a good girl. Now look at you, scared and shaking in nervousness and anticipation, knowing that you’re going to be punished~” he was obviously mocking you. A low whimper leaves your lips, slowly shaking your head, your heart racing in your chest. “I’m sure you remember your punishments” Shoyo smirks. Vivid memories from a recent past start to flash through your mind, the cruel things Shoyo would do to you that brought him joy.  

Shoyo easily pulls his dick out of it’s confines, his other hand still buried inside your soaked pussy, pumping his fingers inside of you. His dick was already perked up, and leaking precum. You felt your heart drop.  

He wouldn't… 

But you knew he would 

Shoyo smirks at your expression, as if silently taunting you. “If only you were a good girl for me, and gave me what I asked for…I wouldn’t do have to do this” Shoyo whispers in your ear, slowly pulling his soaking wet fingers out your messy cunt. He licks his fingers clean, making sure you were watching him. Shoyo immediately repositions you both, forcing you against the wall again, making sure your hands were pressed against the wall.  

“Please, I’m begging you not to. I... I’ll listen, so please” your soft voice tickling his ears. Shoyo’s smirk widens when he hears how soft and pleading your voice is. He knows that you’re desperate, that you’re begging him not to do it. But he has made up his mind. “Begging isn’t going to help you, my love. You should have thought about that earlier. You should have given in when I asked. But you disobeyed me, and now you’ll have to take your punishment like a good girl~” 

You stay silent, not knowing what to say. “Please I…I’ll listen, just please don’t do this. Not again, please I’m begging you, Shoyo” you beg him, tears pouring down your face. Shoyo feels something in him shift,  

Ah~ it had been so long since he heard his name on your lips. 

Shoyo feels his dick twitch in excitement, his desire for you growing. You could feel it, the way his dick jumped and twitches against you. It made you feel disgusted, like you wanted to scream and cry but…you couldn’t. But at the same time... some part of you wanted this, as fucked up as it was.  

Shoyo’s cold expression falters when he hears his name on your lips. It was like music to his ears. He hadn't heard you say his name like that in years, it was like you were his loving Sunflower again. He was torn between sticking to his decision and giving into his desires. The way you said it was like a sweet melody to him, it made him feel something deep inside of him, something primal and possessive. He could feel a rush of pleasure and satisfaction run through him. The urges he felt only being fed by way you said his name so desperately, so pleadingly. The tears rolling down your face and the way you were begging for him, it made him want you even more. 

"Mmm~" He hums, his chest swelling up in pleasure from your words and the way you look. "Oh, how I missed you saying my name like that...But I don't think you realize just how disobedient you've been. You need to learn your lesson, my love." He says softly, taking his thick, veiny cock and slapping it against your ass. You couldn’t help the way your body responded without your permission, the way your thighs rubbed together in anticipation, the way you subconsciously stuck your ass out more for him, as if you were pleading with him to touch you in a way you didn’t fully know if you wanted or not at this point.  

Shoyo noticed the way your body responded, the way you rubbed your thighs together and stuck out your butt without even realizing it. It was so obvious how you were unconsciously pleading for his touch. He knew that your body was craving his touch, even if you were unwilling to admit it. But something about knowing it wasn't your own will to do so, to react so easily to his touch, was satisfying to see. He loves how your body acts without your permission, how it responds obediently to him, just as he trained it to do. "Ah, your body is being so obedient, love. Even though your words are saying one thing, I know that your body is telling me another~" 

"No, I'm not...it's not like that" you try to protest but your mind started to get more clouded, the smell of his scent, the familiar weight of his dick laying against your ass; it was all clouding your mind. You thought you were able to escape his grasp. But while you did so mentally, it looked like your body still belonged to him in the worst ways.  

Hinata laughs at your protest, loving how weak your voice is, how you're struggling to deny that your body is pleading for his touch. He can feel your body giving in to the pleasure again, just like he wanted. He laughs again, a little louder this time. "Your words are saying one thing, love, but your body is telling a completely different story. Your body hasn't forgotten how it's supposed to act around me. You can say you hate it all you want, but your body is already surrendering to me~" 

You shake your head, “no...it’s not like that” you repeat yourself, sounding like a broken record at this point. But Shoyo was right, your body seemed to tell a truth you weren’t ready to admit. "You're not, huh? Then why is your body trembling? Why is your body subconsciously moving in the way I want, just like it was trained to do? Your body is telling me everything, love…" 

You try to protest again but the warm feeling of his dick pressing against your entrance was more than enough to shut you up. “Last chance Sunflower, apologize for what you did~” Shoyo coos in your ear. You stay silent. Wrong move.  

You feel Shoyo bottom out completely, his cock forcefully shoving it’s way into your needy hole. The glide was easy, your pussy already sopping wet, glistening with your slick that was dripping down your leg. Shoyo lets out a breathy moan, almost like a satisfied sigh, the same one you gave after finally getting your hands on something that you’ve been yearning for, for so long. It made her shiver, whether it was from the pleasure of having his dick inside you or not, you couldn’t tell. But those thoughts were quickly wiped from your mind when you heard his voice again.  

“Fuck~, princess you feel so good...fucking missed this pussy, so much” he moans softly. Shoyo lets out a moan, sending shivers up and down your spine as his fingers dug almost painfully into your waist, keeping you still for him. The feeling of how your pussy squeezes and stretches around his girth, trying to accommodate his large size after all this time. He lets out a small groan from the pleasure from your tight cunt was giving him, he never wanted to let his feeling go. He can't help but lean his head back and let out a shaky breath. He missed this feeling for so long, he couldn't get enough of it. 

“It's been so long since I've been able to be so close to you like this. You just don't know how much I've ached for this, my Sunflower~" Shoyo lets out another moan. He was trying his best not to move yet, being nice enough to give you a couple of seconds to adjust to his size. But that restraint was quickly slipping. He desperately wanted to claim you again, to mark you as his own once more. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with a primal hunger, his breathing heavy. 

"Gods, I've been waiting for this moment for years. I don't think I can hold back much more, love...I want you so badly~" he mutters in your ear before you start to feel him move. 

Shoyo groans softly as he starts to move inside you, the feel of your tightness enveloping him, reminding him of how long it had been since he last held you, felt you. His movements were slow at first, his hands still gripping your hips tightly. He leans down next to your ear, his breath warm against your skin. "Mmm, you feel so good, love...I'm not gonna be gentle, I'm too desperate for you..." His words sent a chill up your spine but...some part of you liked it, found enjoyment when he spoke to you like that, told you how desperate he was for you.  

Shoyo starts to move faster, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He can feel you shiver at his words and he grins, loving the way you're responding to his touch. You could feel his body moving against yours in a steady yet frantic, borderline desperate rhythm. He leans down and gently bites your shoulder; his voice slightly ragged with desire. "Ah, you like that, don't you? The way I'm gripping you so tightly, so desperately, that's how much I want you...I'm done holding back now, love...I'm going to claim you as mine again, make you remember who you belong to, make you remember how good I can make you feel~. You feel so good, love...So perfect, so mine. I've missed this, missed you~ " 

"Please...don't talk to me like that, I... I can't" you plead with him, knowing if he kept soothing you with sweet words while violating your body you...might break. Hinata doesn't listen to your plea. Instead, he continues to speak in a gentle yet possessive tone, his pace picking up as the pleasure escalates. "But I should talk to you like this, love. You are mine, and I will treat you that way. I don't care if you're fighting against this or me, I will show you that you belong to me...and you will accept it~"  

“No, I... I can’t, not like this-” "Oh, but why not, princess? You've always loved it when I talked to you like this, you've always loved it when I was rough and possessive. I know you still do. I can see it in those beautiful eyes of yours~" Shoyo teases you, his dick slamming into you repeatedly, it was rough and it burned but you liked it. He was breaking you all over again. "I...I" you try to say but speaking was too hard, your brain was muddled with pleasure and pain, and you were enjoying all of it. Shoyo smirked with satisfaction at your struggled words. He increased the pace again, moving even rougher against you. 

"That's it, love~ It's okay, you don't need to speak. Just feel everything. Just let yourself feel the pleasure and the pain, it's the only thing that matters now~" 

“No...I...”  

He knows you're enjoying it, despite how much you try to deny it. "Don't try to speak, love. You're only gonna make it harder on yourself. Just give in, let me take control. Let me make you mine once more, as you were always supposed to be~" 

“I...” you try to speak but he only chuckles at your futile attempt to speak once more. He moves his hand up to gently cover your mouth, gently hushing you again, his movements not faltering as he continues to fuck into you like an animal, like you were nothing more than a sex doll molded for his pleasure. He can see the internal struggle in your eyes, the way you're trying to deny yourself pleasure. "Shhh~ Stop fighting it, princess. Just stop fighting me and give in, give in to the pleasure and let yourself go...You know you want it, you know you've missed this as much as I have~" 

“I...” you try to speak again but once more but your thoughts fail you. The feeling of Shoyo's shaft slamming into your abused cunt only driving you crazier, turning you stupid all over again.  

Shoyo laughs softly as he feels you struggle once more. He can see how mindless you're becoming due to the pleasure, how your thoughts are failing you, and it only adds to his own enjoyment. "Don't force yourself, Sunflower. You're making it way too easy for me to break you. I love seeing you like this, all mindless and needy. You're becoming so stupid again, and it's so cute, just like I like you, just like I trained you to be~" 

You let out a soft whimper, his words getting to you as his length reached deeper into your pussy, you could feel his head reaching your womb, he was deep...too deep, it hurt, but it felt so good. His words and his movements have you trembling and whimpering, your body overwhelmed with a delicious mix of pain and pleasure. Shoyo looks down at you, his breaths coming in short and sharp. He can see the pain and pleasure in your expression, how you're trying to hold on, but he is determined to see you break completely. "You're doing so well, my love. You look so beautiful like this. You're taking me so well, just like you were meant to. Just a little more, princess. Just give in to me~" 

It was hard to resist his sweet words, even though you knew better; you could feel yourself slipping backwards, falling for his honey laced trap again. Hinata watches with satisfaction as he can see you slipping, falling once more for his sweet words. A sly smirk spreads across his lips as he can see the struggle in your eyes. "Don't fight it, princess. Don't resist. Just give in, give yourself to me. I know you want to. I know you're aching to surrender to me again. You know you belong to me, just let go and let me take care of you~" 

It was getting so hard to resist, his sweet words lulling you into a false sense of security, his rough yet blissful strokes making your body tremble and shake with each movement. You could barely stand on your own, the only reason you hadn’t fallen to your knees at this point was because Shoyo was holding you up.  

You could feel the way his dick twitched inside you, the way his grip tightened on you. “Come now Sunflower, tell me, you missed me...didn’t you” Shoyo wasn't asking but saying those words, like he knew them to be a fact. “I...” you slowly mew, your thoughts practically nonexistent by now. Hinata grins, satisfied with your reaction. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust and possessiveness but there was also a sense of tenderness and care there...or was she just imagining that? She wasn’t sure, she wasn’t sure of anything really anymore.  

She just wanted...to give in at this point.  

Hinata laughs as he sees that distant fucked out look in your eyes. He can see how mindless you've become, how your thoughts have completely faded away, consumed by the pleasure he's giving you. "That's it, love. Just let it all go. Just give in and tell me what I want to hear. Tell me how much you've missed me. Tell me how much you've ached for me, how much you've needed me. I know it's true, I know you've missed me just as badly as I've missed you~" 

He could see the fight left your eyes at this point, his dick drilling away every single unneeded thought in your head. Good.  

"Mmm, you're almost there, love. You're so close to giving in completely. Say it, my princess. Say you missed me~" he says gently, his voice sweet and gentle on your ears. “I...I missed you...” you mutter softly, your thoughts no longer there. Hinata grins as he hears your soft muttered words. He can tell from your voice that your thoughts are no more, that you're finally submitting to him completely. "Ah~ That's a good girl, princess. You didn't fight back this time; you gave in like you should've from the start. Say it again, my love, tell me how much you missed me~" 

He starts to move faster, driving himself deeper into you. He could feel a coiling tension in his body, demanding to be released. And you were the same, a familiar tension building up in your stomach, ready to burst at any second. “Together, princess” Shoyo mutters, and you find yourself nodding, agreeing with whatever he wanted. Hinata grins as he sees you nodding, agreeing with his words. He can feel the tension building up in both of you, both of you on the edge of release. "That's it, princess. We're gonna release together, just like always. Just like we were meant to." 

He starts to move even faster, his pace becoming almost desperate as he seeks release, trying to bring you over the edge with him.  

“Fuck! Sunflower, just like that...shit, you feel so good, fucking missed you so much, my needy little princess; your tight cunt, all of it” Shoyo moans loudly when that tension finally releases. You could feel his hot cum filling your womb, causing you to fall apart right after him. You let out a muffled cry of pleasure, barely able to register anything but the feeling of his hot seed spilling inside of you, marking you as his once more, and the feeling is euphoric for Shoyo, somewhat less for you even in your dazed state. 

"Mmm, love...I've missed you so much, my Sunflower... My princess...You're mine, all mine..." Shoyo mutters, staying buried deep inside you even after his balls finish emptying inside of you. You slowly nod your head, unable to do anything.  

In your dazed state you were unsure of a lot of things, not even able to think correctly but you had a feeling...this time,  

you wouldn’t be able to escape again.  

Smut Thesaurus [18+/NSFW]

By request of the discord! Here’s the smut thesaurus I’ve been building to help me write. It’s even longer now because I included some extra words from The Ultimate Guide to Writing Smut Fic by  QuinnAnderson on AO3. 

How many words are there for “penis” and “thrust” (that aren’t completely cringey)? Here are all the ones I’ve gathered so far 😂

It’s going under the read-more cut because it’s over 1,000 words in bullet-point form so it is loooong. 

EDIT: Here are some additional pointers!

Keep reading

Title: His Butler

Minors do not interact!!!

Black insert but anyone can read 💜

This is also my first time doing smut in a long while so please be nice 😅

Warnings: DubCon

You were the personal butler of Illumi Zoldyck for many years. He was an odd master but the pay was good. You did your job well, never stepped out of line and never disobeyed an order. So...how did this happen?

Word Count: 5.4K

You were one of the personal butlers of the Zoldyck family. You were hired to help the eldest son of the family, Illumi. You were often overloaded with extra work. Or just pointless things that Illumi would never use. Honestly over the years you thought he made you do half of your ‘work load’ just to fuck with you.  

Today you were standing in Illumi’s room that doubled as his office, watching him work at the table. It was something related to assassination hits and orders again. You never really knew nor bothered to find out.  

“Come here” Ilumi said in an empty, monotone voice, startling you a little as he broke the loud silence. Without a word you walk over. As you approached the table, Illumi turned around so that he was facing you, his face seemed more relaxed than usual. It was hard to guess what he was thinking or wanted. His gaze remained fixated on you; it was obvious to your trained eye that he was analyzing you. He looked you up and down before speaking “Take off your glasses.”  

You were surprised by the order but didn’t show it. You took off your glasses anyways and placed them on your collar neatly. Illumi carefully observed your face as you took off the glasses. Although his eyes didn’t change, a slight look of slight interest became visible. After a moment, he stood up from the table. He now stood directly in front of you. 

“Come closer.” You take a few steps closer to the eldest young master, standing two steps in total away from him.  

Illumi Zoldyck, he was unpredictable, ruthless and a bit- no scratch that…. very sadistic. You had been in service to him since you were both young teenagers, and now you were both in your 20s. Illumi 24 and you 22. You’d like to think you knew the eldest young master as well as you could, seeing as you were with him almost every day. But sometimes, years later he still found ways to catch you off guard or surprise you.  

As you got closer, Illumi towered over you due to his tall height. He leaned closer to your face and his blank gaze remained on you. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, it was always like that. He seemed to be analyzing your face, for what reason was unknown… 

His hand rose up to your face, gently tracing his thumb along your cheek, then down your jawline. He then grabbed your chin gently. You knew better than to react. You simply allowed Illumi to touch your face, trying your best to hide your confusion from showing in your eyes.  

You were good at keeping a calm, collected and neutral facial expression. But all those emotions you hid so well often shown through your eyes fairly easily. Illumi was quiet as he studied your face, his hand still holding your chin. He tilted your head so that it was facing upwards towards him, now he could look at your face in more detail, without the obstruction of your chin. He seemed… curious and interested. It was rare to see him show any expression other than cold emotionless one. 

Suddenly, he spoke. His voice was low and his eyes remained on your face. 

"You have an interesting face. I have never properly observed it from up close before."

“Thank you master Illumi. I will take that as a compliment” you say.  

You didn’t understand what Illumi meant. Sure, for years you were the only black employee until Canary came along but you had been around Illumi for the better portion of their lives. He had seen your face countless times, so you didn’t understand what he meant by interesting. Illumi studied your face for a little longer, just observing silently and seemingly lost in some kind of thoughts. He moved his hand from your chin to your face, now he cupped your cheeks gently, as he continued to hold your face in his hands. 

He was quiet for a few more seconds. Then, he suddenly said in a calm emotionless tone, as usual. 

"Open your mouth."

You were taken aback but once more simply obeyed, not showing your surprise. You open your mouth for him, your tongue placed neatly in your mouth as you look up at him, like you was at a dentist appointment. But you couldn’t stop yourself from silently wondering why he wanted you to open your mouth, did he want to see your teeth or something?  

Once you opened your mouth, Illumi now stared at it intently. The expression on his face was still the same. As he observed your mouth closely, he seemed more curious and intrigued than usual. He brought one of his long slender fingers to your mouth and gently placed it on your tongue, he slowly moved it over the surface, pressing the tip of his finger against your tongue. 

He was completely lost in his own thoughts and continued to study your mouth in silence while his finger still remained on your tongue. You couldn’t help but wonder if your young master was getting into weird experiments again. Why did he always have to make you his guinea pig. The manor had prisoners kept in the dungeon for that!  

As Illumi continued to observe your mouth intently, he started moving his finger on your tongue carefully, gently tracing the shape of it with the tip of his finger. His eyes stayed on your mouth, his expression still unchanged, but a hint of fascination was visible. As he moved his finger on your tongue, he said in an emotionless voice. 

“Keep your tongue still.”  

You did just that, it’s not like you moved your tongue while he touched it anyways. But you silently wished he’d hurry up; his fingers did not taste the best. As you kept your tongue still, Illumi continued to explore your mouth carefully. He seemed to be studying the shape of your tongue and the feel of it. His finger traced over different parts of your tongue, but he never pushed it down too hard. After a few more seconds like this, he finally removed his finger. 

Close your mouth. You were more than happy to do so. “Is that all, master Illumi?” You asks, hiding your annoyance from your face and tone, but it showed ever so slightly through your eyes. Illumi seemed to notice the hint of annoyance in your eyes despite your efforts to hide it. He observed you for a moment before answering, his expression shifting just a bit, like he found your attempt to hide your feelings amusing. 

After a few seconds, he spoke in an emotionless tone. 

“No. Open your mouth again. Wider this time.” 

You mentally grumble in your head but does as told, opening your mouth wider, allowing your tongue to fall out over your bottom lip slightly. As you opened your mouth wider and let your tongue slightly out over your bottom lip, Illumi focused his gaze on your mouth again, studying it intently. His finger returned to your tongue, but this time he pushed it more forcefully, pressing down gently on it with his finger. 

He looked almost in some kind of fascination as he kept your tongue down with his finger and said in a monotone voice. 

“Lick my finger.” 

Okay now you were sure Illumi was fucking with you. 

Nevertheless, you do as told. You gently lick his finger, once more observing how his finger did not taste the greatest. As you licked his finger as instructed, Illumi observed your action carefully. A hint of interest flashed in his eyes, but his expression remained neutral. At that moment he continued to observe your tongue as it traced over his finger. Then, he suddenly said in a calm and emotionless tone. 

“Take my finger in more deeply.” 

You pause, you were taught better than to question your employers by the Head Butler Gotoh but you couldn’t stop the words from leaving your mouth in time. “You want me to what?” You ask as you pull away, your neutral expression cracking as you give him a small look. A pointed one that seemed both confused and just a tiny bit disgusted.  

A small but amused look flashed across Illumi’s face as he saw your expression change. You had never disobeyed or questioned any of his orders before. He didn’t any anything in response at first, just continuing to hold press his finger against your tongue as he observed your face and looked at you expectingly.  

Eventually, he spoke in an emotionless monotone voice.  

“You heard me. Take my finger in deeper”.   

You take a deep breath through your nose and once more take Illumi’s finger in your mouth, but this time deeper, all the way down to the base of the finger. Your tongue was still out, your mouth still opened wide for him. All the while you could hear the small voice in the back of your head telling you to bite him for obviously fucking with you. But you didn’t, you valued your life over some petty revenge. Instead, you simply look up at him, waiting for whatever his next ridiculous order would be.  

Little did you know, when you took his finger all the way down to the base Illumi was looking at you with a mild sense of fascination. He discreetly studied the way your mouth was opened for him, how your tongue wrapped around his finger.  

As you look up at him Illumi remained silent for a few more seconds as he observed you, before speaking again his voice calm and emotionless as always.  

“Swallow”.  

You didn’t understand what he was getting at. Illumi had to you do plenty of weird things over the years. But this seemed like a new level of ‘what the fuck dude?’ 

But you still close your mouth around his finger and swallow, just like you were told.  As you did, Illumi couldn’t help but notice how warm your mouth felt, how wet it was as you swallowed around his finger. He feels a small shiver run up his spine but he gives no physical reaction, not even blinking, quickly masking any physical reaction as he always did when he was around you. He simply continued to observe you closely. He couldn’t help but focus on the warmth of your mouth, the wetness of your lips as you closed your mouth.  

Illumi keeps his composure but at the same time he had to resist the strong urge to push his finger deeper into your mouth, further down your throat...just to see how much you could take before choking.  

Illumi was quick to snap out of his thoughts. He waited for a few more seconds before giving another order in his typical emotionless tone.  

“Lick again”.  

You do exactly that, opening your mouth and pulling back slightly, moving your tongue around his finger, swirling it around his digit as if it were a piece of candy. Illumi couldn’t stop himself from wondering how else your tongue might feel somewhere else. He could feel the gentle and wet pressure of your tongue as it moved over his skin. Despite his body remaining still and composed it was difficult to pretend he wasn’t affected by your actions, despite him being the one to order you to do these things.  

After a few seconds he spoke in a slightly raspy voice, clearly trying to hide his reaction.  

“Again”.  

You obey, once again licking his finger before subconsciously closing your mouth and sucking on his finger. You didn’t even realized you did it, simply opening your mouth again and continuing to lick his, now very damp, digit. As you started sucking and licking his finger, Illumi had to resist the urge to let out a sound, or show how it was affecting him. He managed to keep his face neutral but he couldn’t stop his mind from imagining how that wetness and heat would feel elsewhere again.  

He struggled a little to maintain his composure, he managed to speak, but his voice now had a slight hint of annoyance and frustration.  

“Stop sucking.” 

You immediately stop all movement, his finger simply resting on top of your still tongue now. Illumi felt relief mixed with disappointment as you finally stopped sucking on his finger. His breath was slightly faster now than before, he couldn’t fully control the effect your actions had on his body. His mind was a chaos of strange new feelings, all of which he was trying his best to suppress under his stoic composure.  

He knew he always favored you more than the other butlers and servants. He thought these odd feelings would go away with time. But when they didn’t, he tried to hide them, until now that is. He was curious, he just wanted to try something, experiment is all.  

He spoke in a slightly more composed voice now. 

“Move your tongue again. Slowly.”  

You obey once more like a loyal lap dog, moving your tongue slowly around his finger, almost as if teasing him.  

At least, that’s how it felt to Illumi. 

Illumi’s eyes remained fixated on your mouth as you began to move your tongue again. He could feel the slow and deliberate movement as you teased and licked his finger. The sensation was almost excruciating, it made Illumi struggle with his control and composure. This situation was quickly turning into something unexpected and dangerous. He tried to hide his internal turmoil, but there was a hint of vulnerability in his voice now when he spoke. 

“Faster.” 

You noticed the way his tone seemed to change but you didn't pay it any attention, simply carrying out whatever orders Illumi gave you, like you always did. Illumi felt his breath deepen as your tongue moved more quickly over his finger. The sensations were intense, it sent a wave of heat through his body and it was getting more and more difficult for him to stay focused. 

He couldn’t deny how good it felt, how much he was enjoying your unresisting obedience, but he couldn’t let you know that. He continued to watch your mouth; his face still mostly expressionless but hints of a struggle for control could be seen in his eyes. 

“Deeper.” 

You obey once more, taking his finger deeper into your mouth. His fingers were long, his single digit reaching the top of your throat.  

It was warm, and moist. 

The moment you took his finger all the way to your throat again, Illumi’s eyes flashed, he couldn’t stop his body from reacting to the sight or the intense stimulation. 

He tried to maintain a neutral expression but he had to bite the inside of his cheek to suppress a moan of pleasure. His breathing was getting rougher, and he could feel his body getting more and more tense. 

Then he spoke in a huskier voice than before.  

"Swallow" 

You do exactly that, swallowing around Illumi's finger. You couldn't help but slightly wonder if Illumi was going to be done toying around with you soon. At this point you were convinced he was messing with you.  

Once you swallowed around his finger, Illumi couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly, trying to control his expression. The sensation was overwhelming, it was all he could do to keep the full extent of his reaction hidden. He quickly composed himself, he tried to mask his expression and his tone became more stern and commanding.  

"Again, slower this time" 

You swallow again, looking up at him.  

The second time you closed your mouth around his finger and swallowed, Illumi gasped and struggled to suppress another moan. He was losing control more and more by the second. He tried to keep his face neutral, but a small muscle in his jaw twitched as he held back another sound. He couldn’t believe how much of an effect you had on him. He spoke again, his voice now a little rougher than before, but still trying to maintain a commanding tone. 

"Again" 

This time as you swallow, Illumi couldn’t stop his body from shuddering, almost like he had been struck by lightning. He took a sharp intake of breath as he tried to hold back an outright moan. He could barely hold onto his composure now; his mind was a chaotic mess of strange new feelings. It was clear that he was struggling to maintain his usual cool demeanor. With a deep exhale, he managed to speak, his voice now more hoarse and strained than before. 

"Again." 

You couldn't help yourself, instead of swallowing around his finger again you pull back. 

You would be stupid not to notice the change in his usual monotone voice. "Master Illumi, are you okay?" You ask him.  

The moment you pulled back, Illumi tried to regain his composure. He was still trying to process the intense thoughts and sensations he had just experienced, and the way your action and question broke his focus. He had never felt this out of control before, and he was getting more and more confused by the moment. He tried to respond in his usual nonchalant tone, but he couldn’t fully hide the slight breathlessness in his voice. 

"Of course I’m okay. Why would you ask that?" 

"You're winded" you say bluntly, noticing the subtle rise and fall of his chest. As you bluntly pointed out his increased breathing, Illumi tried to compose himself but he couldn't deny it. He was slightly winded, his heart was racing, and he was getting more and more flustered by the moment. He took a deep breath, trying to control his expression and regain some composure, but he couldn't quite hide the slight redness in his cheeks. 

He spoke in a slightly more steady voice, but there was a hint of defensiveness to his words. 

"I’m not winded. It’s just… hot in here" 

"Ah, I see" You respond, not quite believing him but you wouldn't fight him on it. Illumi could tell that you didn't fully believe his explanation, but he was glad you didn't pursue the matter further. He was struggling enough trying to regain control of himself and maintain his usual aloof demeanor. He took a few deep breaths, trying to steady his heart rate and his breathing, but it wasn’t easy. The lingering sensations from your actions were still affecting him, making it difficult to think clearly. He tried to change the subject and return to his usual cool and commanding tone. 

"Did I not tell you to swallow again?" 

"You did" you say slowly. Illumi noticed the hesitation in your voice and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease, as if you were starting to catch on to the effect you were having on him. He tried to retain a neutral expression and keep his voice firm and commanding as he repeated his order. 

"Then why did you stop?" 

"I was concerned for you" you say. Illumi was caught off guard by your response. He wasn’t used to people showing concern for him, and it sent a wave of mixed emotions through his mind. He tried to mask his reactions and speak in a neutral tone. 

"I don’t need your concern. I’m just fine. Now obey my order." 

You sigh and silently open your mouth again for him. Illumi was hit with another wave of intense sensations. The sight of your mouth, waiting for him was almost too much for him to bear. He couldn’t believe the effect you had on him. He tried to maintain his composure but he couldn’t stop the slight shiver that ran through his body, and the heat that pooled in his stomach. 

"Good… now, swallow" He struggles to speak in a steady and nonchalant voice, but his breath is shaky and you can detect the hint of a deeper, huskier undertone. 

You do as instructed, swallowing around his finger again. You couldn't help but wonder if there was a point to this. How many times was he going to make you swallow around his finger? "Master Illumi, is there a point to this?" You asks, your words coming out a little odd as you still had his finger in your mouth. Illumi struggles with your question. He doesn’t want to admit the truth, that he was simply using this as an excuse to feel your mouth around his finger again and again, to fantasize about something more. But he can no longer deny the effect you’re having on him. 

He tries to speak with a cool and authoritative tone, but his voice is slightly more tense and almost wavering as he responds. "There doesn’t need to be a point. Stop questioning me, just obey and swallow."  

Illumi felt a pang of discomfort in his stomach. The sounds, the sight, the sensation, it was almost driving him mad. He was on the edge of losing control, on the edge of doing something he had never done with any other attendant or butler before. 

He was wrestling with the urge to just give in to his desires. But at the same time, he was still struggling to hold onto his usual aloof and commanding demeanor. When he looks into your eyes those same eyes that drove Illumi wild in his dreams, and in reality...he could feel his self-control slipping. He couldn't stop himself...he didn’t want to stop himself...and so he gave a new order. 

"Open wider."  

You open your mouth wider, still looking at him with those same eyes that he knew would one day cause his personal downfall. He gave his next order, there was no going back. He didn’t think about the consequences, the implications, or the possible repercussions of his actions. He could only think about one thing in that moment. 

"Get on your knees.” 

Your eyes widen at the new command. What was he getting at? But as usual you obey, just like Illumi knew you would. *As you followed his command and sank down to your knees in front of him, Illumi felt a rush of heat surge through him. Seeing you looking up at him like this, knowing that you were completely at his mercy, it was a feeling like nothing he’d ever experienced before.* 

*He stared down at you for a moment, savoring the sight that was now before him. He could no longer deny the depth of the desire and need he felt for you, it was taking over him and he was helpless to stop it.* 

“Closer." 

As you move closer and kneel before him, Illumi feels every muscle in his body tense. He’s staring down at you with an intense gaze, his eyes darker and more intense than ever before. His heart is racing and he can feel the heat and the need inside him growing ever stronger. 

He reaches down, gently taking your chin in his hands and tilting your face up towards him. He’s breathing hard, trying to control himself, yet at the same time unable to resist the overwhelming pull of desire. 

"I want you closer. Closer than this." 

You didn't fully understand what your emotionless master was getting at. He was odd, there was no question about that. But assuming this was another weird experiment you move closer, your face right in front of his lower half. 

Illumi could feel his dick twitch in his baggy pants. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He opened his eyes again and looked down at you, the expression on his face a mixture of intense desire and a hint of uncertainty. He slowly slid his hand into your hair, taking a fistful between his fingers.  

“Open your mouth.” 

You open your mouth again for him. Illumi pulls on your hair, forcing you to look up at him. That's when you see it, something other than cold, emptiness in his eyes. It was odd, an emotion you've never seen on him before....desire?  

As you open your mouth for him again, Illumi feels the same mix of desire and need coursing through him. His grip on your hair tightens slightly, and he can’t deny the effect it has on him. He stares down at you, his eyes dark and burning with a new kind of intensity. Then you see it, the look in his eyes, different from before. It’s a look of raw desire for you. 

"Keep your mouth open. And don’t move." He commands, his eyes narrowing slightly. You obey, starting to wonder what was happening. Illumi removes his hand from your hair and begins to undo his belt buckle and his pants. Your wide eyes watching him only further fueling the flames of desire and need burning inside him. He looks down at you, his expression intense, almost desperate. 

"Don’t look away. Keep looking at me." 

You fight the urge to look away, having to obey the order. You could feel your face heating up. You silently thank whatever higher power was at work for allowing you to be born with darker skin. Despite knowing Illumi couldn't see your blush, you had a feeling he knew you were blushing anyways. Illumi notices the slight flush on your face despite your darker skin tone, and a small, satisfied smirk appears on his own face. He can tell how embarrassed you are, and it only further fuels his desire for you. 

He looks down at you, the look in his eyes a mixture of intensity and dominance. His voice is now a low, husky whisper. 

"Put your tongue out." 

You obey, allowing your tongue to once again fall over your bottom lip. Illumi completely undoes his pants, allowing them to fall down to his thighs. That's when you see it. His dick straining against his boxers, a wet spot on them.  

Since when did that happen? 

You feel your heart start to speed up a little. 

As you follow his command and allow your tongue to rest against your bottom lip, Illumi feels even more desire coursing through him. He couldn't believe the effect you were having on him, the way you obeyed his every command without question. The sight of you on your knees, so submissive and compliant, it was getting to him. He pulls his dick out of it’s confines, tapping it against your tongue. The mildly salty taste of his precum leaks onto your tongue, making your heart race even faster.  

"Swallow". 

You feel your entire face heat up but...you obey. Slowly taking his dick into your mouth. It was long and hard, already dripping precum. You could feel the way it forced your throat open. It hurt to an extent. But you didn't stop. You continue to take him until you're half way down, looking up at him. You can hear Illumi let out a small hiss, tangling his hand in your hair and slowly pushing you down further before pulling you back to where you stopped. You feel tears pooling into your eyes as you try not to gag. Illumi lets out a soft moan, his head falling back as his eyes slowly flutter shut.  

“Fuck” he moans, gripping the root of your hair and pulling slightly. Illumi can feel his heart rate and breathing speed up even more. The sight of you doing as he says, so readily and willingly, was driving him wild. He stands over you, his gaze intense and commanding, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his erratic breaths. He reaches down with his hand and once again takes a fistful of your hair. His voice is now lower and huskier than before. 

"Now keep your eyes on me." 

Your eyes flutter up to him, you could feel your throat aching but you didn't dare move in a way Illumi didn't allow you to.  

As your eyes flicker up to him, Illumi can see the mixture of submission and trepidation on your face. He could tell that you were struggling to control yourself, to not move without his permission, and it only further fed his own desires. His hand in your hair tightens slightly, pulling your head back a little. 

"Good" he says in a low, firm tone.  

"Now, slowly move your tongue again." 

You obey, slowly moving your tongue around his stiff cock, all the while trying not to choke on it. He had your firmly in place, most of his dick shoved down your throat. It made your throat ache in pain but you don’t show it. You just focus on making Illumi feel good. The taste of his precum was overwhelming your taste buds but...you didn’t hate it either. You close your eyes moving your tongue around his throbbing cock and sucking. You focus on the tip, gently teasing it which only caused Illumi to leak out more precum.  

The taste was becoming a bit much. You were never one to enjoy salty things much but this...you didn’t hate it.  

As you slowly move your tongue, Illumi feels a shiver run through him. The sensation, combined with the sight of you on your knees before him, completely surrendered to his will, it's almost too much for him to bear. He lets out a soft shuddering gasp, gripping your hair even tighter. 

"Keep going. But hold still. Don't move your head." 

You obey, moving your tongue skillfully around his cock. Illumi has to fight the urge to push you down again. He looks down at you, his gaze intense and filled with a mixture of pleasure and power. His hand, still fisted in your hair, tightened even more, pulling you closer to him. "Good. Good," he breathed, "Just like that." His voice was a little shaky, something you’ve never heard before.  

You continue to slurp, suck and lick at him, looking up at him as your head starts to go fuzzy and blank. As you continued your actions, Illumi found it increasingly difficult to control himself. With every move of your tongue, he felt his control slipping further and further away. The sensation was overwhelming, and the sight of you on your knees before him, completely at his mercy, only heightened the pleasure coursing through him. 

He looked down at you, eyes burning with both pleasure and dominance. His breathing was now ragged and irregular, and he could barely speak in anything more than a gasp. Fuck, Illumi could feel himself getting close already. He didn’t bother to stop himself, grasping your hair harder as he begins to move his hips, fucking his dick slowly deeper down your throat. It was soft, warm and wet. It felt too good to him. He lets out a small grunt, picking up pace.  

Your hands immediately come to rest on his hips, trying to keep your balance as he started to roughly fuck your throat, seeming not to care if it hurt you or not. “Fuck, why does your throat feel so damn good” Illumi mutters more to himself than to you as he continues to use you like a sex toy. Illumi sucks in a sharp breath, his dick twitching harder down your throat. You feel a thick, warm liquid spilling down your throat, forcing you to drink it all.  

It was his cum.  

He pulls your head closer to his body, forcing his dick all the way down your throat as he cums, his body slightly hunched over. He continues to spill his cum down your throat, forcing you to drink it. You could feel your vision starting to black out from the lack of air you were getting. But just when you thought you were about to pass out, he lets you go, pulling you off his dick by your hair. You fall into a coughing fit, trying to refill your lungs with air. Illumi looks down at you, panting slightly with that same nonchalant expression on his face but...you could see the faint blush on his face as well.  

He takes a moment to catch his breath, trying to compose himself and regain control. His body is still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm, his eyes still filled with desire and need, but he forces himself to focus. He looks down at you, still on your knees, completely at his will, and he feels a wave of emotion wash over him. Part of him wants to continue, to take things further, but another part of him knows he needs to cool down. 

"Get up," he finally manages to say in a hoarse voice. "Stand up." 

You obey, pulling back and standing to your feet in front of him. You quickly wipe the string of saliva and precum from your mouth. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from wondering.... how did this happen? 

Title: I'd Let the World Burn (Suguru Geto x Yandere Reader)

Description: Junko is a “little” too obsessed and in love with Suguru Geto. No, like literally, it’s crazy, and very concerning. Her way of thinking isn’t normal. Someone get her therapy. But you know what? Same girl. Sometimes it doesn’t hurt to be blinded by love…. Sometimes.

And for reasons, Geto can’t seem to make up his mind...

Chapter 1 (Teaser): Blinded By Love

Suguru Geto looks at the familiar face before him with dangerous eyes. His clothes dripping wet with the scarlet, red color of the blood of the civilians he just killed. It was a chilly, dark night and there was only this person and him in the midst of all those corpses. His long, black hair fluttering slightly, his cold purple eyes as hard as stone, no emotion portrayed in them.

"Junko," He called, his voice mixed with many different, sorrowful emotions such as hatred, but also pain. Junko Ivansia, a friend of his; someone he wasn’t expecting to see right now out of all times. Damn it, why did it have to be now that she showed up? But...maybe this was for the better that she showed up now, before Satoru or Shoko got to her. He wanted her to come with him, and even if she didn’t have any jujutsu, she...was the only non-sorcerer he can't bring himself to hate. He asked himself countless times why it was this one woman, this one non jujutsu user that he couldn’t bring himself to hate. He wanted to, wanted to hate and shame her like all the rest of them, but he just couldn’t in his heart. He didn’t know what it was about her. Was it her eyes, her sarcasm that pissed him off most days, the nonchalant way she went about life? All of the snarky remarks she would often make to him and Satoru? The weird obsession she shared with Satoru about their favorite anime? He didn’t know. But what he did know was that he wanted to bring her with him in that moment. Because as much as he hated those damned non jujutsu users, this woman was the one he couldn’t bring himself to hate.

"Su...Suguru, what...what are you doing? What is...this?! You're covered in blood" Junko takes a pause, gulping in nervousness, her voice falling to just above a hoarse whisper. "Who's...who's blood is that?" She asks him. Geto took slow steps towards the woman before him, his footsteps leaving bloodied prints as he walked past the dead bodies. His eyes, however, were always fixed on her. He stops right in front of her, the distance of only a few steps between the two of them. He looks down at her, trying to discern the emotions on his face.

“It’s their blood,” he says in a cold, nonchalant voice, as if he was talking about nothing more than the weather. He looked down at Junko, his purple eyes staring like a silent, deadly storm. “What… What happened? Everything was okay? I just saw you last week! Now you’re killing people?! Wh…what?” Junko takes a step back, not evening noticing that she did, or that she was starting to corner herself between Geto and a nearby ally wall. He noticed how she unknowingly corned herself against the wall. He chuckled lowly and took a large step forward, now towering above her as his hand slammed against the wall right beside Junko’s head. He leaned his head down, close to her face, his breath making contact with her dark skin.

The smell of blood was strong in the air, even if they were outside. Junko gags a little, the blood from his clothes getting onto hers. What happened to the man she loved? The man who held her heart? Sure, she thought he was a little weird and unhinged, but not like this. Junko always thought Geto was odd when they first met, almost creepy even. The way he would give her odd nasty looks from time to time then go to laughing and smiling at her the next minute. She could tell he didn’t like her much when they first met, but that never deterred her from thinking he was...well hot. He still hung around her, along with Shoko and Satoru, when they happened to meet her on a mission and she unintentionally helped them. Then they all kept running into each other. They became friends eventually. This was her friend. While he may not act like it and even denied it sometimes, they both knew they were. So... what was going on?!

"Oh...okay, it's not okay.... tell me what's not okay. I'm sure we can figure it out" she smiles nervously up at him. Geto snorts through his nose and rolls his eyes. Junko, ever the mediator and problem solver. Always wanting to talk things out. But he could feel his heart ached, hearing her sweet, naive words. How could she say things so easily when he's doing such horrible things? How can she not hate him? Why wasn’t she screaming or panicking at this point? It angered him how little she seemed to feared him in the moment. It didn’t make any sense.

"Idiot," He scoffs, his hand tightening into a fist against the wall. He looked at Junko with eyes full of pain, like a broken boy. "Some things, cannot be figured out." He says, his voice almost a sorrowful whisper. Junko was shaking, she seemed nervous now, he could see that. Yet she still smiled at him like everything was okay, even if she was forcing it. He could tell, it was nothing like her usual bright smile. "Of course they can, anything can be figured out. Sometimes you just have to think. So....come on Geto, you're trapping me between the wall, let me out so we can talk" she says, ‘smiling’.

(A/N: Guys please let me know if you'd like more chapters! This is a teaser/introduction chapter to a several chapter fanfic idea I have for Jujutsu Kaisen 💜. But I'm still unsure if I should go forward with it 😅. I have the more chapters planned and mostly written I just want outside opinions on if I should scrap this idea or not. Thanks so much for your feedback!)

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