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He’s had his eyes on you for quite some time, but you don’t know it. You will, later. He smiles as you pass by after waving goodbye to your girlfriends. You return from karaoke and you’re about to turn in for the night, after singing your heart out to all your favorites. It’s cute, he muses, how you sway a bit from the fruity drinks you had at the bar before that.
You don’t even see him. He’s going to teach you to be more aware of your surroundings, this time.
He’s been watching you for quite some time. Your schedule is regular. He knows where you work, he knows what your coworkers look like, he knows what karaoke bars you like to go to with them. He sees a few give you lustful glances when you aren’t looking and he’s ready to bust their faces in. He is yours, you are his, even if you don’t quite know it yet.
He stalks out of the alleyway with intent. You walk down the street, blissfully unaware. He times the opportunity, getting up behind you and wrapping a strong arm around you. Before you can scream, a cloth is quickly pressing into your face, and you soon fall limp in his arms. He easily drags you into a nearby alley, discarding the chloroform rag.
He hoists you easily into his arms bridal style, your head lolling to the side like a rag doll. Even like this, you are beautiful to him. He presses a kiss to each of your closed eyelids, taking you with him and calling for a taxi.
“Something wrong with the young miss?” The taxi driver asks as the two of you are bundled inside.
“Girlfriend had too much ta drink, I think. Kept tellin’ her to slow down, but ya know how women can be.” He responds, and the both of them laugh quietly, the taxi pulling back into the street.
He gets you into his apartment with no problems. He did think ahead and had a list of excuses to tell anyone he might meet, mostly the excuse he used on the taxi driver. He’s lucky, however – not a soul greets him as he shoulders open the door with you in his arms, his sweet sleeping angel.
He couldn’t wait to devour you whole.
Debauchery is on his mind as he brings you into the bedroom, laying you down carefully. When you stir a little, he stops and waits. When you remain still, he continues with his work.
First, your shoes. You couldn’t take them off at the door, but he could forgive you because of your current state. Your socks are tucked neatly into them. He takes his time unwrapping you, a gift he’s given himself, and it makes a smirk pull at his scarred lip. Your top is next and he almost loses his composure at the lacy bra you’re wearing.
“Heh, ya expected this to happen, didn’t ya? Gettin’ swept off yer feet an’ ravished by a handsome stranger.” He says to you, kneading your clothed breasts in his large hands, sucking marks into your collar bone as he does. “All fer me .”
You don’t respond and he doesn’t expect you to. He trails a hand over you as his mouth makes its way to yours. Your lack of response to this, though, irritated him a little, but no matter. You would wake soon enough and then the real fun would begin. But he’s gotten too off-track.
He finally discards all of your clothes, and you lay bare before him, skin ripe for taking. He takes his time worshiping you with his mouth, marking you as his , and it excites him. He can feel it in the tightening of his pants, the hot bulge straining, and it has him moaning your name.
It was so hard to wait when he wanted you so badly.
Clothing starts dropping to the floor once more – his own. He is too much of a red, hot-blooded male to wait. If he wore his clothing for one second more he would rip it all off like an animal. He half hovers over you when he climbs on the bed, one hand parting your legs, his darkened eyes roaming over every detail of you there. Has anyone else ever touched you here? Would it matter once he ruins you, again and again?
When his fingers caress your inner folds, you gasp in your sleep quietly, and the reaction makes his dick twitch. He shudders as he feels your velvety folds, imagining what they would feel like around him. As a precaution, one hand goes to your throat, the other continues its exploration of your pussy, purring whispered words.
“My perfect little slut,” he says, his large fingers trailing over your pussy, partly gentle, partly careless. Like your pleasure only mattered to him, partly. He sticks a finger in you and you shift a bit in your slumber, but don’t awaken. “Yer so tight, baby, just aroun’ one li’l finger… bet you’ll be even tighter once I’m…. deep … inside.”
His one finger becomes two much quicker than it should be and you squirm uncomfortably in your sleep, on the verge of awakening. He doesn’t care at all, just keeps a hand at your neck and his fingers pumping in and out of your cunt, which is getting wetter by the minute.
This is when you start to break from your drugged slumber.
Your heavy eyelids flutter, your breathing regains a normal pace. Where are you? You remember going out with your friends, getting drunk… A half-pain, half-pleasure from below makes you twitch and groan. Your arm moves and hits something solid, warm – naked. Your eyes burst open as your memory is jogged: someone has kidnapped you. And they are having their way with you, right this moment.
Your eyes meet his dark, lust-filled eyes, making your heart race. He’s a large man, his body easily encompassing yours. He’s handsome, but equally terrifying, blond hair slicked back and a scar bisecting his brutal, bestial smile. You open your mouth to scream.
“Nuh-uh, sweetheart.” He replies, the hand at your throat squeezing and your air supply is cut off. Tears threaten to burst from your eyes as he regards you like a predator to his prey. “Yer gonna be a good girl, stay nice an’ quiet fer me, isn’t that right? ‘Cuz I’d be more than happy to knock ya unconscious an’ go back to havin’ my way with ya… what’s it gonna be, baby girl?”
Your wide eyes gaze at him. He is still fingering you throughout this exchange, and the only thing you can do is make a shuddering gasp in compliance to his demands. Your poor body grew hot, both from the unexpected abuse of your cunt and the lack of oxygen, feeling saliva escaping the edge of your lips.
The hand at your throat loosens and you greedily suck up air, coughing. He only laughs, taking the moment to thumb your clit, making you squirm.
“Pl, please,” you beg quietly, voice raspy, “Don’t do this.” His eyes glitter with malice and he just fingers you more roughly, causing you to cry out.
“Oh… I like it when you beg fer me.” He grins, face pressing closer to yours. You can smell his cologne, feel his hot breath, labored and strained. You swallow thickly, your own breath coming in short gasps. “Remember my name…. Ryuji. You’ll be cryin’ it all night long.”
No need for you to introduce yourself. He already knows your name, he says it just before biting a mark into your shoulder.
“R… Ryuji,” you plead, tears slipping from your eyes as you arch your back, trying to get away from those fingers that were making you feel so good and so defiled at the same time. “Stop… please!”
You don't want to get too loud and risk angering him, but you try to push him off of you with all the strength you have. This only arouses him further, and he buries his fingers inside and curls them until you see stars. He grabs your chin with his other hand and gives you a bruising kiss, biting harshly at your lips, his tongue invading your mouth.
All at once, his hands are off from you, his mouth gone from you. Your heart leaps as you think he might be rethinking it, turning over to scurry off of the bed and somewhere, anywhere , else. Then you feel those large hands grasping your hips before you can make it off the bed, dragging your ass flush to him, crying out in dismay.
“Haw? Ya think I’m gonna let ya get away so easily, babe?” His cock, hot and heavy, rests between the cheeks of your ass, grinding into you. You can feel the precum dripping down its shaft and onto you. “It’s what ya get fer not payin’ attention. I’m doin’ ya a favor by teachin’ ya this lesson now…” He pulls himself back, the tip of his shaft getting closer to your most sensitive place.
“I’ll do anything you want, just don’t do this, please!” You kick and writhe against the hands holding you to him. Thinking is difficult, your brain is struggling to come up with an answer. His grip tightens the more you struggle, and he moans and ruts against you, but not entering you quite yet.
An idea comes to you, a desperate idea.
“Ryuji-san,” you try to say as calmly as you can, your breathing ragged from struggling against him so much, “W-won’t you le… let me…” You chew your lip for a moment, hesitating before finishing. “Let me… suck on your fat c-cock? Please?” The words roll off your tongue much too easily, and you flush as he chuckles.
“Changin’ yer tune so quick… must be a cock hungry slut,” he says your name, the roll of it off his tongue causes you to tremble – with fear, no, of course not arousal, why would you –
Your whole world flips, and you make a strangled cry as you find yourself on your back, that large cock you’d asked for so delicately hanging in your face. He’s hovering over you, your body trapped between his muscle-hardened thighs. Ryuji isn’t going to let you back out of this now, not that you expect him to. He is bound and determined to get his sexual kicks off of you, and you plan on getting him off as fast as you can to escape.
Wiggling your arms out from under him, you lean forward reluctantly, glancing up at him watching you like a hawk. You would have to make a show of it, parting your lips and guiding the tip of him to your mouth, suckling on it. It was tangy, its taste spilling forth as you teased the slit there hesitantly with your tongue. He obviously didn’t care for your slow and steady pace, however, gripping the back of your head with one hand and forcing him into your mouth.
“Ghk!” You choke on him, your hands pressing into his hips, as if you could stop him from doing whatever he wants. There’s no way he can fit the entirety in your mouth, and he hits the back of your throat with a disgruntled noise. Your vision is swimming, so you squeeze your eyes closed, swallowing and tonguing him as best you could with his girth making your jaw ache, shallowly breathing through your nose.
He’s fucking your mouth as you try your best to get him off, his moans sending an awful ly delightful shiver down your spine. “Ha… ya feel so fuckin’ good… nnn…” His thrusts have you gagging, holding onto him and trying not to jerk away despite him handling you roughly. You hope that it’s over soon, your brain fogging over.
You’re left gasping as he pulls out, and you lay there in a daze as he moves away from you, the aftertaste of his sex on your tongue. Is it over? You don’t think he–
Then you felt the head of his dick line up with your entrance. You writhe in surprise as your plan has backfired on you, but he’s got a firm grip on your hips, your legs parted for him.
“Fuck… fantastic as your mouth is, this is what I really want…” He slides his cock, wet from your saliva, along your equally wet slit. When he sees tears on your face springing anew, he leans down to lick them off of your face, leaving a suckling kiss when he does. You flinch, and he laughs.
“N… no… don’t…” you plead weakly, turning your face away from his exploring mouth, “Just use my mouth… please…” It doesn’t sound very convincing, even to your ears.
Ryuji purrs at your whines, sitting up to look down at you, his gaze tracing the curves of your body. “If ya didn’t wanna be fucked so bad, then why’re ya so wet, haw?” To emphasize, he uses his hand to guide his cock along your folds, resulting in a squelching noise. You jolt at the feeling, and he laughs. “Now…” The tip easily slips inside you, and you whimper. “I’m gonna make you mine.”
You cry out when he plunges in, sinking himself in at an overwhelming pace. It felt like you were being split in two, your body on fire from the stretch of your cunt. You wrap a hand in his hair and pull, the other beating at his back to try to get him to stop. Your struggles only encourage him, the hair pulling only excites him more, until he’s stuffed as much of himself in you that he can.
He gives a rough groan, your heat enveloping him, giving shallow pumps as he gets comfortable inside you. You bite your lip to keep yourself from making any noises that might incite him further, closing your eyes, as if it would stop what is happening to you. “Aaah… ya got no idea how much I’ve wanted ya… seein’ ya passin’ me by on the street an’ ya don’t even notice me.” He mouths at the shell of your ear and you can’t help but the pathetic sound that leaves you. You can feel his smirk stretching against your skin, a familiar feeling rushing through you. “Glad I changed that today… ya ready for the main course, darlin’?”
He doesn’t give you time to answer, ramming in and out of you, rearranging your insides to the shape of his cock. You cling to him for dear life, nails digging into his back, your legs bouncing around in time to his thrusts. Your mind goes blank, your body in a state of pleasure and pain, his teeth marking you – marking you as his. That thought makes you shiver, and a moan deviates from your lips as he rolls into just the right spot inside you. It’s too late to take it back, he’s heard it.
An animalistic growl. Everything happens at once. Your eyes pop open in shock, feeling his hot breath in bursts on your face. The angle of his face, the way his dark gaze was hyper-focused on you, it’s a dangerous look, the way he’s breathing reminding you of a dragon ready to breathe fire.
“Do it again,” his voice is like gravel, his hips repeating the motion, over and over, abusing that spot inside you that has you crying out for him again and again. “Good girl… say my name… sing for me.”
“Ryuji!!” You shout as you tumble over the edge and meet that exhilarating high, back arching and toes curling.
He’s devouring you with every part of him, his cock, his mouth suckling and biting your upper body, with his hands roughly groping each inch of you his mouth could not reach. His pace doesn’t slow, and you’re kept on that edge, your hands flailing out to grab and hold onto him, anything to keep you grounded as you float in pleasure.
“I’m gonna fill ya up,” he gasps, his hands trembling from where they grab at you, “I’m gonna breed ya, babe, the way yer milkin’ me—”
“N, no,” you remember to protest, just barely, with whatever brain matter you have left that he hasn’t yet fucked out of you, “D-don’t…!”
He holds your body flush to his, and you orgasm again as his thrusts become erratic. “Here it comes….!” He slams deeper into you than you thought possible, grunting as he spills his warm seed inside you. You whimper, going limp in his arms as you wait for him to finish.
“Nnn…. What a good girl you were for me….” He kisses gently at your jaw, gasping between words. “Don’t worry… I take care of what’s mine…”
That’s when he slips out of you, collapsing to your side with an arm wrapped possessively around your middle and dragging you closer to him. You are panting as well, shivering as his spend oozes out of you. You close your eyes for a moment, hearing his heart thundering in your ear and his rugged breathing.
Once you gather enough of your brain matter together, you reach up and pinch his side.
“Ow.” He responds, his neutral tone telling you that it didn’t actually hurt.
“‘ Ow .’” You mock in response, “That’s all you have to say to that? After you just wrecked me into next week?” You continue to pinch at him, but playfully. “You better take responsibility, Ryuji.”
“Hey.” He grabs your pinching hands between his large ones, laying them against your chest. “I said ‘I take care of what’s mine,’ didn’t I?” He’s uncharacteristically quiet for a moment. “You’re…. okay, right? Didn’t hurt ya too much?”
“No! Th… it… it was…” Suddenly, you’re overcome, flustered, feeling your face heat up. “It was amazing.” Admitting anything to this egotistical man would have him gloating for months to come, but you want him to know that he did great, he didn’t hurt you, at least, not in a way you didn’t want him to.
Just as you suspect, he grins and you huff and bury your face in his chest. “Heh. You weren’t so bad yerself, but yer acting needs a li’l work.” He snickers when you nip at him in protest, since your hands were still caught in his.
“And you forgot the one thing I asked for, by the way!” You pull back to pout at him, and he stares at you blankly. He’s trying to read your expression and failing. “The katana! Remember?”
“Oohhhhh, right.” He smirks with raised eyebrows, obviously mocking you. “Got a bit excited there to have my perfect li’l princess all ripe for the pickin’, wasn’t sure how to work in threatenin’ ya with a sword, babe.”
“Well, don’t forget it next time.” You say definitively, to end the conversation.
His heated growl has you squeaking in surprise, his arms squeezing around you tightly. “ ‘Next time’? ” The low timbre of his voice ties knots in your stomach and kindles a fire you aren’t sure you’re ready to ignite again so soon.
“Uh- Uh-huh,” you answer smartly, that brain matter you thought you had collected going right out the window again, your heart stuttering.
The dark chuckle that reverberates in his chest into you has your mind racing with new thoughts, new fantasies. How easily he could rile you up. It’s like he can read your thoughts when he finally says, “I’ll hold you to it, baby girl.”