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Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
Oh my god.
Chishiya had given you the wrong fucking code.
Of course he had. Of course that traitor had thrown you under the bus, you should have never trusted him.
You could run?
No, too late.
You were going to get beaten up. Or killed.
In the name of all things even remotely holy, you had to curse yourself. Your luck was astronomically awful. Or maybe your intuition.
Trusting Chishiya? Yeah. Not wise, not smart.
Ugh.
Literally how would you even get out of this alive?
Footsteps as you stand up, your hands raised and your face showing contempt and irritation, ready for whatever berating or abuse you were about to suffer.
…I’m going to drag this bitch down to hell with me.
Aguni, Chishiya, Kuina, Ann, everyone was crowding into the room. Like this was your idea.
Chishiya smirks at you slightly.
You make no move to confront him, knowing it’d be pointless.
“Chishiya. Thank you, without you we’d have never found the traitor.”
Aguni mutters.
Pfft. Typical. Chishiya IS the traitor?!
“It was no problem.”
That smug idiot. You wanted to rip him limb from limb.
And then, the atmosphere changed.
Niragi strolled in casually, half late, smirking at you as if he’d caught gold in his fingertips.
The torture he had borne on people was much worse than simply getting shot.
He was one of those people who just got what he wanted.
And the reason you were so mad you’d got caught.
You found him…
Interesting. Exciting, even.
And you also found him attractive. Very. His piercings were the first thing you noticed. But you’d never grabbed his attention.
Once you had it, it was hard to get rid of it.
You’d dreamt of him pleasuring you, his obviously experienced self with your, not so experienced, not so confident, not so… open self.
It was less of a dream and more of a wish. A wish simply because he was very, very nice to look at, and had caught your eye, and sounds of him pleasuring different girls every night made him seem like he knew what he was doing.
I mean, obviously, he knew what he was doing. He wasn’t a first timer. It seemed like night after night that you’d fallen asleep after touching yourself pretending it was his fingers.
And now, he was here, watching you and his first view of you being that you’re a traitor.
Wonderful.
Just what you needed.
He strode forward, and you knew whatever was about to happen would be allowed and wouldn’t be stopped.
Grabbing your bare shoulder, due to the small bikini top you were wearing (as were the rules of the beach) he nods at Aguni, who nods back. He forcefully pushes you out of the room, and all you can do is follow his rough touch as his fingers dig into your shoulders.
He leads you into a small room, grabbing a large reel of tape from one of the tables, shoving you onto a chair already placed there.
Your heart thuds with anticipation.
The scratch of the tape being pulled out has your breathing quickening. You were worried.
As you should be, really.
He makes sure you’re on the chair, taping your hands together behind your back, your legs to the chairs legs and finally, with a smirk, your eyes with a white cloth, making sure you couldn’t see anything.
A small noise of fear escapes you.
“Oh, complaining now, are we?” He says softly, so softly.
Fuck.
“Did Chishiya do this? I saw him look at you. Did he set you up?”
He knows? He knows what Chishiya’s like?
“…Yes.” You say simply.
A laugh or noise that resembles a laugh escapes his throat.
“Still, you’re a traitor. And it’s my job to punish traitors.”
And then…
Silence.
You hate how you can’t see, can’t breathe, can’t think…
You don’t know what’s going on. Is he going to stab you, shoot you, torture you?
A thud, as if he’s on his knees.
…
Something… wet? His tongue? Starting at your thigh and moving upwards.
Your shorts, gently pulled down, slowly too, his moves being momentous and torturous.
The same tongue moving, inching slowly upwards.
Until they reach your Lacy black underwear, pulling that to the side.
The ball of his piercing making slow torturous motions on your sensitive areas, causing you to buck and tug at your hand restraints, trying to grasp onto something to steady yourself.
His movements seem to get slower and lazier at your reactions, causing you only more pleasure.
Tongue.
Up.
And.
Down.
You try and move forward to allow him further inside you…
The first noise you make rips out of your throat almost choking you.
He stops. Smirks against the hot space in between your thighs.
Lord, you can feel his heavy breath against your legs. And it’s making you that much wetter.
He speeds up his movements, your heart thumping against your chest, his tongue moving in between your slits faster.
You can’t deal.
You gasp out as you finally come, biting your lip so hard you taste blood, fighting against the restraints.
And you’re still panting when he takes the blindfold off of you.
You look up at him, doe eyed and slightly teary from the pleasure.
It was better than you’d imagined.
He allows the tape off your legs and arms, you slump at the lack of restriction, half disappointed that it’s over already.
But it’s not.
He smiles down at your messy composure, picking you up and putting you on the floor gently.
Then sinking his teeth into your neck.
An actual whimper comes from you, and you know you’ll have many marks tomorrow. If you survive.
He continues pressing his mouth all over your neck, and you lift your head upwards so he can have better access.
Your shorts and panties are still near the chair, and you’re half naked, your tanned body tensing at his touch again.
He reaches around your neck and unties the bikini top.
Now you’re exposed.
And… so is he?
His belt buckle drops, his trousers and shirt taken off quickly.
You swear you’ll die right here. In this stupid room.
He looks up at you this time, and you’re going to DIE.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
His eyes are so needy.
You grasp his cock in your mouth, viciously sucking from the tip, licking down to the base, his noises and moans making this all worth it. So worth it.
It doesn’t take long for him to come, and as soon as he does, he spreads your legs with his hands all too quickly, and teases you with the tip at your throbbing and now extremely soaked pussy.
“Breathe in, princess,” he advises.
And you do.
Until you feel his cock slide inside of you and all the breath is permanently knocked out of your lungs.
It’s so… big.
And you feel every inch.
It hits every spot it should be hitting.
A loud, loud moan penetrates the back of your throat, no longer caring about being quiet.
You grip his shoulders frantically as he pounds into you, less worried about gentleness now. You want him to destroy you so badly you can’t speak.
“Niragi-“ you pant, his name rolling around your mouth as if it were honey.
This speeds him up, allowing him to enjoy himself as much as you were.
“I’m going to-“ you’re cut off as you half moan, half scream out of such strong pleasure you have no words.
You want him inside you forever.
He pulls out, coming himself for a second time, and smirks down at you, his face dark and domineering, a sheen of sweat beading on his forehead.
“That wasn’t such a bad punishment, was it?”
Barely even able to form words, you pant as you lean against the door, looking back and saying breathlessly:
“Same time tomorrow?”