#tohru adachi x reader smut

[mrs-pondwater19]

Tell Me

Tohru Adachi x Fem Reader SMUT

As terrible as it sounds, I've come to find after watching the Persona 4 show and seeing bits of the game, Adachi has become one of my many guilty pleasures *I'm a low key simp lol* which means smut time. The premise of this oneshot takes place before the events of the game. The reader moved to Inaba and is Adachi's nextdoor neighbor. He's always very sweet, helpful, and just an overall good friend. But after a night of drinking with him and Dojima, he shows his true colors. This shit gets kinda dark so reader beware, also it's a long one. Minors this definitely is not for you, please walk away. Enjoy my dears.

WARNINGS: 18+, MINORS DNI. Mentions of murder (not spoilers), mentions of previous sexual encounters, drinking, physical flirtation/touching, jealousy, dubcon, possessiveness, HEAVY degrading, manhandling, neck gripping/light choking, control kink, oral (m receiving), slight bondage, inappropriate use of the "L" word, Adachi kinda being an unhinged jerk, unprotected sex (p in v), rough sex, overstimulation, creampie, friendly neighbors to purely sexual partners.

You casually made your way down the street to your home after a long day of working at the local coffee shop. It had been a steady day, seeing all your regular customers for their morning coffee, trying to keep up with the busy lunch hour, and students coming in during the afternoon to hang out after school. There wasn't much else to do in Inaba, being as small and rural as it was. People would entertain themselves by going to the local shops on a daily, and whenever there was event you'd expect everyone you knew to be there. That was something you learned quickly when you first moved to Inaba over a year ago, not knowing to the full extent of how rural it truly was at the time. You moved from a more populated area where you had more than enough options to keep you entertained. Arcades, shopping malls, restaurants, and a sleuth of pubs.

But when you moved you were met with a beautiful countryside that went on for miles, there was a forest where you could camp out, a beautiful river that was just on the outskirts of town, and a friendly community. But it was lacking in what you were used to, just a few local shops, a traditional inn, and a Junes. Not that it was a terrible thing, you chose to move away from the hustle and bustle of the city. You wanted to live in a more peaceful, reserved area where you could focus on yourself and pursue being a better person overall. Something quiet and simple would be a good change of pace, so you thought anyways.

The first few months were the hardest, with the community being so close-knit, it was hard to make friends. You weren't outcasted, but everyone seemed to have a group of people they hung out with, and they weren't looking to expand it any further. The one person who seemed to really want to connect with you when you first arrived was your neighbor. His name was Tohru Adachi, a lower ranked detective for the Inaba police force. He was a very plain looking man, on the thinner side, in his late twenties, with dark hair and a kind face. The first few days after moving in he introduced himself and offered to help you get moved in and settle. Seeing that no one else was offering, you graciously accepted and the two of you quickly became aquatinted with one another.

Once you were able to land a job at the coffee shop, you found out it was his and his superior, Ryotaro Dojima, favorite spot for downtime when they weren't stuck in the office or out on a case. The three of you became very close and would spend a good bit of your time together. Whether it was Adachi stopping in after work for a cup of tea, or the three of you went out for supper, or spending your breaks with them at the shop, it seemed you and those men were inseparable. You and Adachi especially. Although he was shy at first, often tripping over his words, chuckling nervously, and his face a flushed mess. You actually found it to be very endearing at the time. But he gradually grew comfortable and calm. You were confident when you told others he was your best friend. In fact your colleagues would pick on the two of you when they saw you together, saying how you two should get a room. You tried not to let it bother you, but you were only human. You didn't look at your friendship as anything more than the two of you having a good connection, it wasn't about sex or anything beyond that at time, and you were more than sure Adachi felt the same way. He would reassure you everytime comments like that were made, telling you not to worry about them and that they were just a bunch of bitches.

The months pressed on, you worked, spent time with the boys, explored the sights of Inaba, and made a few more friends along the way. But you felt yourself longing for something more, something physical. You never went out looking for it though, nor did you ever insinuate anything to any of your friends. Not wanting to make things weird or awkward, you just pushed the longing down and carried on, but it was more obvious then you realized. The prolonged hugs you gave to the boys when you'd see them, lingering touches of admiration when you'd comfort them after a long, hard day of work, and the look of need hiding behind your soft eyes. Dojima, seemly not interested in any kind of sexual relationship with you, ignored those signs and treated you as he always had. Adachi however, found it hard to control himself and the urges to fulfill your needs. He wanted to reciprocate the touches you left, to satisfy your every need, and have you becoming undone beneath him. But like you, he pushed it down. He pushed it down as much as he possibly could, until he couldn't anymore. There were a few nights where he'd come over to visit, and the two of you broke down for each other, turning those visits into spending the night. It wasn't anything miraculously special, just a friend helping a friend. You both agreed that it wouldn't be an ongoing occurrence and that you didn't want it to affect your friendship, so you kept visits like that as scarce as possible. When they did happen, the two of you did what you had to do, and he'd be gone by morning as if it never happened. And things went back to normal after that, nothing more, nothing less.

You approached your home hastily as rain clouds quickly formed above you. The forecast said it was supposed to rain but not until later on that afternoon. Pulling out your keys and opening the door you made your way inside. Taking off your shoes and hanging up your jacket, purse, and apron, you sighed a sigh of relief. You made your way to the bathroom and prepped yourself for a shower. Removing your sweaty work clothes and throwing them in the hamper next to the bathroom room door, you stepped into the shower and turned the faucets. Letting the hot water hit your body with ease, you grabbed your loofah, squirted some tropical scented soap into it, and began washing your body. Letting the loofah lightly scrub at your skin you thought to yourself what the plan would be for that evening. You assumed you were probably going to spend it alone, considering the boys had been pulling late night shifts the last few weeks. The last time you saw them was a week or so ago at the shop, both beaten down from the lack of sleep and frustration of the case slowly going cold. They didn't give you any major details of the investigation so they wouldn't have you worried, just that there had been a homicide towards the edge of town. You found out more from news sources, being the nosy little thing you were. You found out the victim was business man, he wasn't a local from what the reports said. His car, along with his body, had been found on the side of the road by a few highschool kids who were going to the river. He'd been beaten to death with his own tire iron, they thought the motive might have been money, but they didn't have much to go off of other than speculation. No fingerprints, foot or tire tracks, nothing. Cases like that always seemed to really piss off Dojima, and he normally took it out on his subordinate. It was awfully common for him to do that, Adachi had always been an easy target for Dojima ever since they started working together. You felt bad for the poor guy, being constantly picked on and even belittled at at times. You'd find yourself telling Dojima to ease up on Adachi and let him try to be more independent. He'd never listen to you though, it was very much a 'in one ear and out the other' situation. Switching your train of thought back to what you were going to do that evening, you rinsed off the soapy suds and proceeded to wash out your hair. Humming to yourselves quietly as you massaged the soap into your scalp. Indecisiveness plagued your mind, not wanting to make any definitive choice in case you got invited to go do something later on. You finished out your shower and followed it with your after shower routine, then putting on some house clothes, which were a pair of jogging shorts and a loose t-shirt. Making yourself a small snack, checking your phone for any messages, and popping in a movie, you settled in and on your couch for the afternoon.

Before you knew it, the hours passed and dusk fell upon the little town. The rain had started some time ago and the rhythmatic pitter patter of the raindrops on your roof, as well as watching the light rain itself, caused you to doze off. You weren't asleep long though as the vibration of your phone against the coffee table stirred you awake. Snatching it quickly, you saw the caller ID; Adachi. You answered,

"Hey man," you said groggily trying to wake yourself up a little more. You heard some shuffling and the gruff voice of Dojima in the background.

"Hey Y/N, I didn't wake you did I," he asked worriedly. You smiled to yourself at his concern for you.

"No no, I was just dozing off a little, nothing to worry about," you said standing up from the plush cushion and began pacing the room.

"Oh good, I was afraid I was interrupting your beauty rest," he said in an amused tone. You gave a quiet chuckle in response to his corny joke.

"No, I'll get plenty of that tonight. I was just sitting down for bit after work and the rain made me sleepy. But that's not important. So what do I owe the pleasure of hearing that lovely voice of yours," you asked in sarcastic tone. But you had to admit everytime you heard his voice it was like a shot to the heart. You really liked him a lot, probably more than you should've, but you set your boundaries and you didn't want to hold him down from his career. Besides the friends with occasional benefits worked out well enough for the both of you. You heard his voice hitch in the back of his throat as he spoke,

"Oh well Dojima wanted me to let you know he invited us to his place for drinks tonight as a way to try to decompress from the case," he stated in disappointment. You could hear Dojima say something to him in the background but couldn't make out anything other than 'sorry sir' from Adachi. You quickly thought it over, seeing them would be nice, but drinking a bunch would not be the best idea because you had to work the next day. But you figured it wouldn't hurt to go over for a few hours, maybe cook up a hot meal for everyone and catch up.

"Yeah sounds good. I'll make us all up some beef bowl. I won't say too long though, only because I have to work tomorrow," you told him blatantly. He sighed slightly under his breath, but perked right back up,

"Alrighty sounds good to us. I'll pick you up in about 15 if thats alright?"

"Yeah sounds good. See you in 15." You hung up the phone and quickly made you way to your bedroom. You went to the vanity and quickly spruced yourself up a little, you brushed out your hair and put on some mascara just to make yourself look more presentable. You stayed in youy house closes, seeing as you were just hanging out anyways, you might as well stay comfortable. Walking to the kitchen you sat in one of your wooden chairs and waited for the remainder of the time, playing around on your phone.

There was a knock on your door, you jumped slightly in excitement as you rushed to open it. Waiting on the other side was Adachi, wearing his normal suit and a slightly crooked, scarlet red tie with a light yellow poncho, but no umbrella. His face lit up when he saw you, though his smile couldn't hide the disheveled look he carried. You could tell he hadn't had a night of proper sleep in days from the case they were on, and with Dojima constantly on him, it was safe to assume that wasn't helping either. He had a bag in his hand, probably the supplies for beef bowl you planned to make later on.

"Hey, would you like to come in and out of the rain" you kindly asked him as you gave him a quick hug. He hugged back,

"Yeah, thank you." The two of you made small talk for a little bit before leaving your home and making your way to his car. Sharing your umbrella with him, he asked how your day was. You told him it was just like any other day. You asked him about the case and how it was going, he told you it seemed to be headed in a good direction and that they had some solid leads, be he couldn't go into any further detail. You both got into his car and drove in the direction to Dojimas.

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Later into the evening at Dojima's you had made them a traditional beef bowl dish, with their help of course. They had quite a few drinks not too long after you all ate, while you stuck to your one glass. Nanako was visiting with a friend for a few hours, so it was just the three of you, not sure of when she'd be back you saved her a bowl just in case. You all talked very casually for the first few hours, talking about all the drama from coworkers at the coffee shop and how things were at the station. They both talked about how the case seemed to be headed in the right direction but they weren't gonna get their hopes up too high.

Dojima had more than his fair share of booze when 9:00 rolled around. He was a blabbering, red mess, talking about how he wished life was easier and how much he hated being a detective. It wasn't that type of thing that bothered you though, what bothered you was that he was being way more physical with you than ever. You sat the in the middle of the two of them and Dojima's hand found it's way around your shoulder, waist, and eventually your thighs. His hand gently caressing the front of them, sometimes drawing circles with his thumb. He even told you how cute he thought you were when Adachi briefly left the room. You didn't say anything though, knowing it was just his repressed thoughts and need of physical contact. You patted his hand as a hint to try get him to stop. He didn't get it though and his hand moved further up and closer to your inner thigh. His other hand snaking around your waist as he brought his face closer to yours. His breath reeking of whiskey as you wriggled away, looking over to Adachi, who was sitting in the corner with his bottle. He was uncomfortable, it may not have showed on his face, but you could see it in his eyes. This wasn't the impression you wanted to make, you loved Dojima dearly as a friend, but already having something kinda sorta established with his partner, you didn't need to make things complicated by bringing him into the mix of it all. You abruptly stood up getting out of Dojima's grasp. You took a shallow breath and looked at Adachi,

"I'm gonna go get a start on those dishes, " you said as an excuse to get yourself out of the room and away from that situation. Adachi's eyes never left your form as you disappeared into the kitchen. You filled the sink with soapy water and let the bowls, utensils, and frying pan soak for a few minutes then began the cleaning process. You scrubbed, rinsed and set everything in the drying rack. When you finished up you heard someone stumbling into the kitchen, you groaned disappointingly to yourself when you heard his slurred voice,

"Hey there kiddo, why did you get up in such a hurry," he asked as he struggled to walk over towards you,

"I needed to clean up these dishes," you said making little eye contact. He came up to you and lightly touched your cheek,

"You're a good kid Y/N. Someday you're gonna make an amazing wife," he hiccuped as he leaned his body into you for a hug. He wrapped his arms around you and for being drunk his grip was very tight,

"Thank you Dojima," you said and you hugged him back. You knew he meant well and that he wasn't trying to be weird, at least you thought that was the case. The man hadn't been touched in any way since his wife died, that you knew of anyways. And you weren't about to deny the man a little bit of physical connection. There was a gentle knock at the door before it opened.

Dojima quickly let go of you and scurried back to the living room, it was Nanako. Which meant it was time for you all to head out and Dojima to get some rest. You told Nanako you left her a bowl of supper in the fridge if she wanted it and offered to help her with anything if she needed it. She gave her thanks to you, but said she was fine and wished you and Adachi goodnight as she helped her father to bed. You and Adachi said goodnight to Dojima, even though he didn't respond to either of you. Adachi grabbed his poncho and took your hand in his as you went outside to his car. The rain was still coming down pretty good, although not too much different from earlier in the day. When you both got in, it was quiet, neither of you saying a word. But from what you could tell he was deadpanned and emotionless, just staring at the windshield watching the rain fall on to the glass. This wasn't normal for him, but you had a pretty good idea why it was coming out in that moment. Guilt flooded into the pit of your stomach as you spoke,

"Adachi, I-"

"Why did you let him touch you like that," he asked. He was very monotoned with a hint of jealousy mixed in. You let your head droop a little and moved your hands into your lap,

"It wasn't anything serious," you said meekly. You took a second to give him a side glance. His hands gripping the steering wheel and harshly turning over the ignition. He put the car in drive and pulled out of the vicinity, speeding off in the direction of your homes.

"Nothing serious?! He wasn't practically on top of you. You might as well just had let him have you right there. Not to mention the way he was looking at you," he rebutted, venom lacing his voice as he spoke. His knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so hard. When he mentioned it, you thought a little more about what he was saying. You didn't really look at Dojima while he was touching you, you thought that if you made eye contact it might have progressed even more. Sighing heavily,

"I didn't think it was that big of a deal. He didn't mean anything by it, he's just starved for some physical contact, it doesn't mean it was sexual," you said barley above a whisper so he'd hear you. He scoffed at your response,

"Don't even try to convince me that it was just some friendly touching. You may think he looks at you as just a friend, but let me tell you something Y/N. He's been wanting to fuck you for a while now," he said looking out his window for a moment. The feeling of resentment filling the small space between the two of you. You didn't want to believe what he just said, not once did you get the impression that Dojima wanted any kind of relationship like that with you.

"If that's the case why hasn't he said anything?" The side glance he gave you was terrifying. The anger fuming in his eyes was enough to make you cower back into the seat as far as you could.

"I'm not sure, why don't we turn around and go back to his place so you can ask him," he spat at you in an angry, heavily sarcastic tone. You looked at him with wide eyes and confusion on your face. This behavior was so unlike him, for as long as you'd known him he was always kind and calm. He never struck you as the jealous type when the three of you were together, infact he seemed to be completely ok with the way Dojima acted towards you. He muttered something under his breath that you couldn't make out. Wanting to reassure him you you spoke up,

"It's not like I'm gonna go seeking him out after tonight, an besides with how drunk he was he probably won't even remember what happened," you said looking out your window.

"I'll remember what happened," Adachi said quietly. He didn't wanna drive it home too hard but he'd remember everything. How it was Dojima's hand around your waist, Dojima's fingers running up your soft thighs, how it was Dojima that had the courage to openly flirt with you in front of him. His blood was boiling at the fact that you didn't do anything to stop it either, in Adachi's eyes, you were his and his alone, even if he never said it out loud before. But in the heat of his anger and frustration, something bubbled up from deep within him,

"If anyone should be touching you like, it should be me." Your head snapped back in his direction, completely taken back from his statement. The tone in his voice shifted,

"And only me." The seduction poured off his tongue like honey in those three little words. Those said words going straight between your thighs as he glanced over at you. His once soft grey eyes turned a bright golden yellow, almost as yellow as the poncho he wore. You held your breath. He smirked and looked away from you back towards the road, your houses weren't too far away now, maybe two minutes away or so.

You were afraid, but not in the way you'd expect to be. You weren't afraid of the way he was acting, but the way his actions had an affect on you. His assertiveness and coy attitude aroused you in a way you never felt with him before. Not to say when you had sex that it was bad, just very casual. There was just no real insensitive to it, he would come over, have a drink or two, and take you to the bedroom. And he was always very sweet and gentle with you those handful of times you were together, but what was happening in that moment was pure jealousy which brought out the aggression. And deep down you liked it. You squeezed your thighs together to try and hide your arousal from him, hoping your home would come into view soon.

As soon as you saw your mailbox your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. Hoping you'd be able to get inside and take care of the little problem growing between your legs on your own. Adachi pulled into your driveway and put the car in park, turning off the engine. Your heart stopped dead in your chest before you could even take your seatbelt off. He unbuckled and looked at you,

"Well?"

"Well what?" You were beyond confused at what was happening as you cautiously unbuckled your seatbelt. He chuckled darkly at your obliviousness,

"Aren't we going inside," he asked as he moved his hand over the console and closer to your thigh, the same thigh Dojima caressed earlier that evening. You looked at him, confused at what he was asking.

"We? Adachi you know I have to work in the morning, and you do too," you said trying to sneakily open the door, only to find it locked. Your breath hitched as fear began to flood your body,

"That may be the case, but, I think you owe me something for the whorish performance you put on tonight," he said devilishly as his hand harshly gripped your thigh. A surprised but pleasure filled gasp erupted from you,

"Adachi please I-"

"You what? Want me to fuck you right here in the car," his breath low and sinister as his grip loosened and ran up your thigh. But unlike Dojima, Adachi had an affect on you. Your breath was heavy as you did your best to hold back the moans wanting to escape your lungs. You tried to hide how much his touch made you melt, but it wasn't working,

"You like this don't you Y/N? You like that I treat you so roughly. If not, just tell me to stop, even though we both know you don't want me to." He was right, you didn't want him to stop, but your better judgement told you it wasn't right.

You squirmed under his touch as his fingers moved dangerously close the heat between your thighs, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh. All of this was so sudden, it was like seeing you being imitate with someone else flipped a switch in him that completely turned his personality around. You shivered ad he left little circles on your flushed skin with his index finger,

"Judging by the way your body's reacting, I'd have to say you're really enjoying this, aren't you slut" he chuckled deeply as his hand left your thigh. Those words had your heart pounding against your ribcage, you didn't want to admit it, but you found all of this new behavior from him extremely hot. You let out a few pants and caught your breath, your thighs squeezed together tighter than they've ever been. Your face was a deep crimson as you faced him. His eyes glowing and an cocky grin spread across his face,

"Look at you, you're already so flustered, and I haven't even really touched you yet," he said bringing his hand to your chin and roughly kissing you. After that, all your better judgement faded away as you kissed him back. But it wasn't a gentle kiss, it was rough, sloppy and full of lust. He lightly bit at your lower lip, making you gasp. He took his opportunity and shoved his tongue into your mouth and down your throat. You let out a high pitched moan as your body relaxed. His tongue dominated yours as your vision began to get hazy from the lust growing within your core and lack of oxygen. He quickly pulled away, leaving a thin string of saliva connecting the two of you. As you took a few breaths once again he opened the divers side door, closed it, and walked over to your side. He opened the door and leaned down, whispering in your ear,

"Why dont you show me how much of a slut you really are Y/N," his breath hot against your ear. He took your hand and pulled you up from the seat of the vehicle, slamming the door behind him. He rushed up the cobblestone walkway and to the front door of your home,

"Open it," he said anxiously. You could tell he was eager to get inside. You rummaged through your purse for your keys and opened to door. He rushed past you as he grabbed on to your arm dragging you behind him. You barely had a chance to close the door before he pulled you through the darkness of your home and to your room. He turned the lights on and pushed you on to the bed, your body falling against the cushioned mattress with a soft thud. He threw off his poncho and shoes, tossing them aside into the corner. He stood at the edge of the bed looking at you with half lidded, lustful eyes,

"Why don't you be a good little whore for me and strip." You felt the heat rise in your body at the thought of stripping for him like this. He'd seen you nude before, but the stripping was just an afterthought. You began to pull off you t-shirt when he said,

"Slowly," the same cocky grin on his face from before. You began to take it slower, putting some sensuality in it as well. After removing your shirt and shoes you teased the hem of your shorts before slowly pulling them down over your legs. Leaving you in your underwear. You hesitated for a few moments before looking at Adachi,

"Did I tell you to stop?" You shook your head.

"Then keep going," he said sternly. You unclipped your bra and let it fall off your shoulder before tossing it to the side. Hesitating again before taking off your panties,

"If you stop one more time, Im going to have to punish you like the whore you are. Do you understand?" His voice never faltering in his threat. You quickly nodded as you finished stripping down for him, leaving you naked and vulnerable. His breath hitched at the sight of you. Your cheeks flushed, breath heavy, and uncertainty in your eyes, it made his cock twitch with anticipation of ravaging you mercilessly. Claiming you in a way he hadn't before. He motioned you to come closer to him, which you did. His hand traced down your cheek before roughly gabbing your jaw, a pained groan leaving your throat.

"Tell me Y/N, who do you belong to?" His eyes burned into yours waiting for a response.

"You, Adachi," you said looking away in embarrassment. His grip tightened on your jaw,

"Fucking look me in the eyes and tell me who you belong to bitch." Your eyes met with his again.

"I belong to you Tohru." He let out a satisfied grumble after hearing his first name falling off your tongue. He let go of your jaw harshly while chuckling. His hands moved to the clear bulge in his pants, running his fingers over the outline before slowly unzipping his trousers. He pulled his cock out of his boxers and through the fly of his pants, giving it a few stokes. He was a lot bigger than you expected him to be when you first had sex, not that you were complaining, you would just forget sometimes at how big he was. The tip a light pink color, veins protruding just beneath the skin of the shaft, you wanted to look away from the embarrassment you felt, but you knew better. His hand coming into contact with a handful of your hair brought your attention back to him,

"It's not gonna suck itself," he said as he forced your mouth down on his cock. You gagged as he forced his way entire member down into the back of your throat. He gave you a long, strained groan as he began a rough, steady pace. His grip on your hair tightened as he rammed his cock in and out of your mouth. One of your hands wandered to try to get him to slow down and be a little more gentle, but his free hand grabbed yours and gave it a squeeze,

"Don't you try and fight back, I'll will use you how I see fit, do you understand whore?" You looked at him as his pace quickened, pleasured moans spilling out of him as he fucked your throat. You held back your gags as best you could, tears forming at the corners of your eyes from the force behind his thrusts. The thrusts were slowly becoming sloppy as he was losing control, he muttered some curses under his breath. You looked up at him with your half lidded eyes as best you could as he his thrust got sloppier,

"That's right, look at me while I fuck your throat you dirty little slut," he gasped out. His breath hitched and he moaned loudly as he unloaded into the back of your throat. You choked on the slaty substance, needing to take a breath.

"Swallow it," he gritted between his teeth. You did your best to take all you could, although a good bit dribbled out on to your chin. He pulled out of your mouth and released the grip on your hair, you coughed harshly as you took a few deep breaths and wiping away the mixture of drool and cum. Before your could gather your composer, he pulled you up forcefully and pushed you further back on the bed by your pillows. He began to slowly and seductively remove his tie. Taking your wrists together and bringing them up to the headboard as he tied them up with the scarlet fabric. He made sure that it was tight and secure so that you wouldn't be able to move. Running his cold fingers down your wrists, arms, and then your neck. His eyes still the bright Golden color as he looked you in the eyes, for a split second you could see the softness in him, a small soft smile fell on his lips. But in the blink of an eye it was gone and his grip tightened on your neck. You gasped in fear as he came closer to your face.

"You look so fucking good like this, tied up and trembling under me with my hand around your throat. You're such a dirty little bitch aren't you" he whispered to you as his free hand traveled to your chest. He tweaked your hardened nipples, making your squeal and squirm under him. He gave the same treatment to the other, pinching and pulling harshly. The reaction he got out of you was trance inducing, the way your face heated up and how you gave him loud moans of pain and pleasure. His grip now aggressive enough to choke you as he took his hand away from your breasts. His free hand caressed your face as he lightly choked you,

"I can't wait to fuck you so hard you can't get up after," he said as he took his hand away from your face. He took a step back, removing his and from your neck and taking in the sight before him. He removed his pants, boxers, and suit coat, leaving him in his undershirt which he unbuttoned. He chuckled once more, crawling on top of you. His cock harder than before as he teased at your very wet entrance. The tip of his cock brushing your your clit swiftly, making you moan tenderly.

"So sensitive" he teased. Before you could respond he roughly, fully sheathed himself inside of you. He didn't let you adjust to him though as he kept going in fully. You yelped repeatedly as mix of pain and pleasure flooded your body, and though it was painful not being able to adjust fully at the start, but after a minute or two the pain subsided. Adachi looked deeply into your eyes once again as he took your legs and pushed them apart. The look he gave you was pure, unadulterated lust. It shook you to your core as he squeezed your thighs to keep them spread apart, so hard you were sure he'd leave bruises. His grip combined with his rough pace made you moan and plead for him,

"God you're such a disgusting little whore, taking all of my cock in each thrust, just as you should," he groaned sinfully. You looked anywhere you could but his face, embarrassment and arousal worn all in one blatantly on your face. His words made your body quiver, everytime he degraded you it was a rush that you couldn't explain. You knew you shouldn't like it, but being called such profanities from him made you feel special in a sick way. He took a hand away from your thigh, relief washing over it from being held in place for as long as it was, only to be met with his harsh force on your jaw. He held you in place so he could keep your eyes on his,

"Look at me," his voice stern. You nodded lightly as you watched his face contort in pleasure as he fucked you as hard as he possibly could.

"All you're good for is my pleasure. You're just my sweet little cock sleeve huh? Answer me slut," he inquired, almost as if he was begging for it. You tried your best not to let your feverish moans drown out your answer, you felt you orgasm coming on quicker than you expected to,

"Yes Tohru, I'm just your little cock sleeve," you squealed. Your walls spasmed around his cock as you came at your own words.

"Cumming already? Don't think I'm gonna stop now just because your slutty self decided to cum without my permission," he said as he took his other hand off your remaining thigh,

"Keep them spread." His hand moved to your clit and slowly began to rub the sensitive nub. You screamed in response to his actions, with the pace at which he was pounding and touching you knew he would only get faster. You wouldn't last. He let a satisfied groan slip from him as you began to unravel, sweat beads forming on your skin, your moans were constant and desperate. His fingers began to rub more harshly, and you felt another orgasm approaching, he could tell by the look in your eyes it was coming,

"You can cum, and keep cumming you dirty, disgusting whore." And that's exactly what you did. You came on is cock over and over again until it hurt. Your wrist pulled harshly against his tie, hard enough that it would leave markings. You wanted to push him off so you could recuperate and catch your breath, but he wasn't having that. Tears forming in your eyes and falling down your face as the overstimulation was too much for you to handle. At that point Adachi was pounding you mercilessly,

"That's right, cry for me you stupid whore. Cry for me while you cum all of my cock. You've soaked my cock entirely, you dirty bitch. Fuck you keep this up I just might cum for you, would you you like that? Huh?" You nodded as your body shook uncontrollably from the constant orgasming. But you were no longer moaning in pleasure at that point. You were moaning and squealing in discomfort and full, fat tears rolled down your cheeks and on to Adachi's fingers. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy, he was close,

"Tell me Tohru," you cried out. He looked at you with confusion across his lust filled face. You wanted him to finish selfishly so you could finally feel some relief.

"Tell me how I'm a terrible whore. And how much you hate me for it. Tell Tohru!"

"No, I love you my dirty little slut." His statement, through all your discomfort, like many he had said to you that evening, threw you off.

"I love that you're my whore. And to show how much I appreciate my whore, I'm gonna cum inside you," he said, his breath hitching. His pace still as fast and rough, but sloppier than ever. He was so so close,

"Please Tohru cum inside me," you cried and pleaded to him. His groans began to get more frequent after those words left your swollen lips. He gave a few more sloppy thrusts before uttering,

"Fuck I'm gonna cum," he moaned. You moaned loudly with him as you felt his cock twitch inside you and he stopped rubbing your red, overly sensitive nub. His hot, thick cum spurted out and painted your walls white, and what couldn't fit gushed out of you.

"Take it. Take it all, whore," he sighed taking a breath of relief as he finished out his high. He pulled out of you, letting the mixture of both your fluids flow out of you. He reached over you and untied your wrists, letting them fall gently to the bed. You took a few sighs of relief as you pulled yourself up and walked to the bathroom to grab a clean cloth to wipe yourself down. You looked in the mirror when you turned the light on, your face tear stained and light bruises began to form on your neck, wrists, and thighs. You cleaned up and dragged yourself back to your room, cloth in hand for Adachi. But by the you got back he'd already put most of his clothes back on and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for you. The soft, calm aura returned to him once again.

"Adachi?" You looked at him as your eyes began to get heavy and it was getting more difficult to stand up. Stumbling into the bed, Adachi stood up and tucked you in, giving you a light kiss on the forehead before leaving.

"I always knew you were a little whore," he chuckled half jokingly. You lightly chuckled with him, feeling yourself drift away.

"I love you Adachi." He gave a 'hm' in response.

"Goodnight Y/N." He rubbed your head where he gripped it earlier that night before getting up, turning the light off, and leaving you to sleep by yourself. You sighed, knowing you'd have have to call in tomorrow due to the bruising and struggle to walk. But it was alright, you go to spend the evening with him, and that's all that mattered to you.

[akihikoswifey]

♱⁺. ⋆˙✧🚬 Interrogation Rooms | Tohru Adachi x Reader

summary: It was yet another boring day in Inaba, but you weren’t going to let that happen, hence why you decided to pay your detective boyfriend a visit…

a/n: I had so much fun writing this!!! Im worried it comes across that Adachi is too nice…it’s all a facade to get reader in his pants hehehe

cw: semi public sex, major gunplay, degrading, established relationship, dirty talk (slut/whore used a lot), hand cuffs, hair pulling.

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As you made your way into the station you immediately noticed him standing with his boss, Dojima. They seemed deep in discussion, so it was obvious that he hadn’t noticed your presence yet. Perhaps you could take this as an opportunity to surprise him? You walked towards your boyfriend, hoping he wouldn’t notice you before it was too late. He wasn’t even aware of your presence when you were behind him, making you slightly doubt his competence as a detective. You placed your hand on his shoulder, causing him to jolt a bit from the surprise “Hey~” you greeted him. He turned around, his cheeks tinged with pink from the embarrassment. You chuckled a little to see him flustered so easily. Dojima looked between the two of you, not sure if he should yell at Adachi or just let the two of you be. “What brings you here today?” The older man questioned you, though it sounded more like a statement than a question. You shrugged, “Oh, nothing much… Just thought I’d visit my boyfriend” You tugged on Adachis arm, trying to play up your innocence a bit. It took all he had not to melt right then and there - but only because he knew you well enough to realize you had ulterior motives. “We haven’t seen each other in quite some time, so I wanted to catch up” That seemed convincing enough for Dojima. “Well alright, but only because things are slow at the station.” you heard him mumble as he moved away to make his rounds around the workplace, leaving you and Adachi alone. Now that he was finally alone with you, his gaze darkened, that familiar lustful look appeared in his eyes, the one that made you feel like a prey. Before you could say anything, he pulled you closer by your wrist. His grip tightened, pulling you flush against his body. Your head tilted back slightly to gain contact with his face. He pressed his lips to yours roughly, kissing you deeply, passionately, desperately. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, returning his kiss. When you finally came up for air he rested his forehead against yours, panting. “You came here to tease me at work, who allowed you to be such a slut?” Adachi whispered huskily to you, he smirked, moving his hips slowly against yours, making you moan in response. “Let’s take this somewhere else, im not tryna get fired because you want to be a whore.”

Adachi fumbled with his keys, taking you both into an empty interrogation room. He grabbed ur wrists, pinning you agaisnt the wall. “You know this place has cameras right? If Dojima sees us this will go to hell” He said as you began unbuttoning he shirt. “But you’d probably be into that, wouldn’t you?” He asked breathlessly, as you ran your hand up and down his chest. His smirk grew wider at that, as he pulled you into a heated kiss. “After all, you’re clearly just a slut for attention,” His tone was harsh but playful as he spoke. “Coming all the way here so I can fuck you.” You couldn’t help yourself and kissed him again, wrapping your legs around his waist. Adachi growled as he lifted you up. Without letting you go, he pushed you onto the table, spreading out your legs. He hovered above you, one of his hands running through your hair while the other held your wrist above your head. He bent his head down, as his tongue circled around the junction between your neck and shoulder. You moaned loudly at that, arching your back off of the table. Adachi’s other hand trailed down towards your panties, teasingly tracing circles over your clit, making you whimper. “That's it baby, you like that?” You gasped at that, feeling hot tears prick at your eyes as the sensations intensified. “Fuck, yes, keep touching me there. Please” You begged, Adachi continued, teasing your wet folds. “Oh yeah? Tell me how good this feels, do you think Dojima can hear us?” You nodded frantically, Adachi chuckled softly at that.

With that he pulled of your panties, leaving you naked on your bottom half. He stood up suddenly, leaving you cold on top of the table. A small gasp escaped your lips as he pulled out his pistol - your eyes widening with fear. His expression softened when he saw how terrified you looked, he kneeled down beside your body, reaching out to grab your chin, forcing you to look directly into his eyes. “Don't worry, I'm not gonna kill you.” He stroked your cheek tenderly, something that felt slightly out of character for him. He whispered to you, his voice soft and seductive. “Just trust me, alright baby? Besides, do you really think I’m capable of murder?” You shook your head slowly, still too afraid to say anything back. Adachi smiled at you theatrically, leaning forward and pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. The detective carresed your body with his pistol, rubbing the cold metal up and down your thighs. “Tell me how it feels” he demanded, pushing down harder, the sound of the gun cocking echoing loudly through the room. “You can tell me, I won’t do anything until you answer”. You swallowed thickly before replying, trying not to give any indication of your discomfort. “It….it feels good…” You managed to whisper. Adachi smirked and kissed you again, this time a little longer. You felt his hardness growing, pressing against you. You moaned quietly, feeling hot arousal pooling beneath his erection. He leaned back down, gliding the gun over your stomach, pressing his finger against the trigger. “Say it again, baby, Im listening” he whispered hotly into your ear. His thumb brushed against your clit gently, making you arch your ass into the table. You squirmed under his caressing fingers, bucking your hips forward. “It feels good Adachi…please I need you to fuck me…” Your words were muffled as Adachi continued smoothing his revolver down your body, edging it against your heat, the cool sensation and risk driving you crazy. “Mhm, that’s right. Say it”. He commanded again, pressing against your throbbing clit. “Please Adachi! fuck me..” You cried out, pleading. Adachi smirked against your collar bone, as he removed his other hand from your clit and pressed the gun harder against your core, almost painfully. You groaned and thrashed underneath him as he slid the tip of the barrel inside you. The cold metal caused you to cry out in pain, though he didn’t stop, continuing his torturous slow thrusts as you moaned loudly. You gripped tight onto the table, unable to hold yourself up. Your body gave up as he continued to thrust his gun into you. Adachi was enjoying himself immensely, he knew exactly how to drive you insane with pleasure and catch you off guard. He had you hooked, you would do anything he told you to. Your legs began to shake as he increased the intensity of the movements. “You little slut.” He grunted out. “Look at you, getting off to my gun” You moaned loudly in response, coming undone, your arousal spilling over your inner thigh. He chuckled at the sight of you, whilst removing his pistol from your core, completely covered in your fluid. You tried to pull away from him, but his hands prevented you from doing so. He pushed you back onto the table before quickly unbuckling his belt. “Open your mouth” He ordered, using his free hand to hold up your chin. You opened your mouth wide, watching with anticipation. To your surprise, Adachi shoved his gun into your mouth. Your nails dug into the table, the metallic taste mixed with your slick made you grimace. Adachi watched your face contort in pain, he laughed at your expressions. “Did you think I was gonna’ let you get my precious gun all dirty?” Your eyes welled up with tears from all the different sensations, “You really are a dumb bitch.” He smirked at you, his gaze blown with lust, it was evident how badly he wanted to fuck you.

“Now get on your knees.” Adachi commanded, pulling out his handcuffs from his pocket, “Your hands are so small.” He chuckled to himself as he pulled you closer. It wasn’t until your back hit the cold steel that you realized you had no choice but to comply, your arms were bound tightly together in front of you, you could barely move them. Adachi removed his pants, letting them fall to the floor next to you, before leaning forward and grabbing your hair, yanking your head back. “Let's see how much this pretty little face of yours likes to look up at me.” He teased. His cock was already hard. The tip rubbed against your lips and Adachi began to enter your mouth. “I can do whatever I want to you.” He whispered, the tip of his dick slipping between your lips. You swallowed, the metallic flavor mixing with precum as he entered your mouth, filling every part of your mouth. His hips moved rhythmically against your face and the feeling of his cock moving inside of you sent a wave of arousal over you. Moaning against his cock, you felt yourself begin to lose control and Adachi grinned at your reaction. He grabbed a hold of your ass roughly, pulling his dick harder against your tongue. “Fuck… I'm gonna cum.” He groaned out. He pulled you towards him, forcing your face down further as he buried it into your throat. You could feel the wet heat pouring onto your face as he released his seed into your mouth. His cock pulsated inside you as he continued. A bead of sweat rolled down Adachi's forehead as he tried to suppress his orgasm. His breath came out in harsh pants as he tried to pull out of your mouth. You licked your lips clean as you felt him relax his grip on your hair. He kissed the side of your neck while still breathing heavily. “God you're such a whore.” He muttered before pulling away from you and getting off the table. “But im not done with you yet” Adachi smiled mischievously and you couldn't help but wonder what other dirty tricks he had planned.

[meanwaffle]

Kill me Romantically (Adachi x Reader fic)

Fifteen (Chapter 2)

☆ Tags/warnings: violence, noncon, injuries, kidnapping, oral

☆ Chapter one is here: Broken Toy.

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It wasn’t cold anymore.

The temperature of the basement where you were imprisoned didn't change at all. You had just been there long enough that you were now used to the chilly air and lack of warmth. It was nice, actually. You didn't have to curl into a tight ball to generate enough heat just to fall asleep anymore. The thin blanket Adachi, the psychopathic criminal who kidnapped you, left for you was enough. There was a small bathroom connected to the side too. There was no soap or anything, but you found comfort in letting the cold water in the shower fall all over your body.

You hated it, you absolutely hated it!

Why were you getting used to this!?

But you had learned to be patient. The hope of escape hadn't completely disappeared. You still had a strong belief that someone would rescue you. However, you had to behave. You knew now, more than Adachi himself, that there was no way you could get out of there yourself. You had to wait, like some captured princess in a video game, to be rescued. It made sense, funny enough. After all, the whole Persona situation and going into the TV was an unimaginable fantasy, just like a video game.

It just... really hurt that you had to be the one to be tortured like this. Why couldn't it be someone else? Why couldn't it be Yukiko?! She was just like a princess, literally! Her shadow was all about that! Or even Rise. She was a cute famous idol. You bet if she went missing like this, the police would've found her ages ago! Your friends would've found her by now! Why hadn't anyone found you yet?! Was it because you weren't important? Everyone thought you just ran away. That's what Adachi said, after all. Your friends probably thought so too and had gone back to playing heroes to the people being thrown into the TV world. They were too busy to be your hero.

You didn't want to think this way, but what else were you supposed to think? That it would be okay and they would find you soon? It was too much. Having baseless hope like that drove you crazier with each passing day. You blamed yourself. You had all the time in the world to think and that gave you enough time to realize how much you hated yourself. What kind of idiot would go to a man's place in the middle of the night alone? And not even tell anyone! It was your fault you were in this situation. You were the one who fell in love with a psycho.

"Just get through today," you repeated to yourself, probably hundreds of times because Adachi would visit you every day. It was how you kept track of time. When he visited you, it meant another day had gone by. Each time he'd touch you or hold you. Sounds romantic without context. It was all with violent intent. From digging his nails into your flesh and scratching as he held you on his lap to slapping and hitting you or pinching you when he'd caress your face, nothing was more entertaining to him than leaving another bruise or mark on your body. And another scar on your depleted sanity. But he wasn't satisfied with small stuff like that. Of course he wasn't. This was the man who fucked your throat without a second thought of how much you begged him to stop.

Adachi couldn’t get enough of your mouth. Seeing the saliva mixed with your tears roll down your red cheeks as he had his cock buried in your throat was addicting to him. He would force you on your knees as you desperately tried your best to make him cum so he wouldn’t hurt you more. It wasn’t everyday, which was the one mercy God blessed upon you, but often enough for you to be numb to it by now. You even learned how he likes his blowjobs.

You were lying on the mattress staring blankly at the wall. It was all you really could do down here. Just think and think and think some more. You used to spend it thinking of ways to escape. Maybe if you could somehow take Adachi by surprise, get around him and bolt towards the door. Then just run. It sounded so simple, but you had been here long enough to realize that escape was nigh impossible. He locked the door when he came in. He had a key of somesort. You had felt around his pants one time while sucking him off. It wasn’t fun either, having to make sure you were doing a good enough job so he didn’t grab you and start throat fucking you while discreetly trying to see if the key was in his pocket.

It wasn’t.

Or at least you didn’t feel anything. You assumed maybe he hid it deep within his suit jacket he always wore.

Now you spend your time thinking about your life. You relived every memory you had. You found comfort in remembering your life before you were captured. And then, you’d start to think about what you’d do when you got saved. Maybe you could go back to saving people on TV with your friends. Though, by then, the criminal doing that would be gone.

Because if you were able to be saved that means Adachi would be locked up.

You heard the door open and close, interrupting your daydreaming. You started to sit up and mumbled to yourself. “That’s fifteen…” Adachi would usually come to see you after work. On weekends it was a gamble. It made sense. You came to the conclusion he was probably using you to blow off steam from getting yelled at from Dojima all day.

You used to really like Dojima. He tried hard. Now you wish he’d just get fired. Or move somewhere far, far away. If that was the case, maybe Adachi wouldn't beat his frustrations out on you. You knew that wouldn’t happen though. Dojima wasn’t the single cause for Adachi being this way. There was something deeper that you, possibly even he, didn’t know. Plus, even if that happened if he didn't have a use for you anymore he'd kill you. There was no way he could simply let you go.

Without even saying anything he walked up to you, grabbed your arm, and violently pulled you onto him.

It was the start of today’s visit.

He had you in his lap, his hands tangled in your hair. You were already crying at this point, but whined even louder when he’d suddenly tug on it hard. He’d chuckle at your cries and go back to rubbing your head, then do it again. You whimpered and tensed up at every movement of his, yet somehow he always knew when you’d least expect him to yank your hair once again. The stinging pain all over your scalp transferred into a giant migraine as well.

“It hurts!” You yelped as he did it once again. He just laughed. You bit your lip trying to suppress another sob, but it was no use. Tears were streaming down your cheeks and your shoulders were trembling. Your entire body shook in his lap and he adored it.

He nuzzled his cheeks against your neck. “Mhm, it hurts doesn’t it? Just like this bruise here. It's fading already, didn’t I bite you only yesterday? You recover quickly.” His hands traveled down your body and he linked both arms around your waist, pulling you close. Fear shot up your spine. This couldn’t be good.

“…you bit me three days ago… all over my arms and legs and-”

“I don’t need a fucking timeline.”

His breath was hot against you and you squeezed your eyes tight preparing for what you knew he’d do next. You wanted to run, but if you did that it’d just be worse. Just get through the day, you had to just get through the day.

His teeth sunk into the already bruised skin. It hurt so much more than you thought it would. You gasped and instinctively tried to pull away, squirming and wrestling in his grasp. His hold on you was too strong. You were at his complete mercy as he bit you hard enough to leave a worse wound than before.

When he stopped he scoffed and his grip on you softened. With a single hand against your back, he pushed you off him and you fell onto the floor, using your palms to catch yourself from a complete face plant. You glanced back at him with fear and saw him wiping his mouth. “Damnit, got blood in my mouth.” He muttered angrily to himself.

You scurried to the other side of the room. It wasn’t far since the room was quite small, but the comfort of having distance from him helped keep your mind off the agony you were suffering through. The adrenaline pumping through your veins definitely helped numb the pulsating pain in your neck and scalp.

You curled yourself into a ball. Back against the wall and vision straight onto Adachi. You two locked eye contact as he stood up, towering over you with that dead expression you knew far too well. How could he torture you so and still look so empty? It would be a mystery you could never figure out.

“Tired already, doll?”

Your eyes shifted downward and you saw the tent in his pants.

“My head hurts.” Your voice was shaking. “A-and my neck is bleeding. I sobbed and trembled enough for you haven’t I? I-I can’t do that… I can’t, adachi, please you already won tonight!“

The distance between you two was short lived. In seconds he was back in front of you. With one hand, he slammed it against the wall right beside you. Blocking you from moving anywhere else. With the other one, he began to fiddle with his belt. You could feel your eyes grow hot again. It was always like this. When you were beaten and felt like you couldn’t go on, he’d violate you like this to remind you, you truly were his toy.

In a moment of panic, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind in an attempt to maybe distract him. “Are you the one throwing people in the tvs?”

Blurting that out was a bad idea.

You had come to that conclusion a while ago. Maybe the second or third night here. There was no evidence besides him being insane, but that perfectly fit the idea of a crazed murderer. After all, you didn’t remember what happened when you got thrown in. It was a blur. One moment you were at home and the next you were facing yourself… your shadow. That’s how you got your persona. That’s why you hung out with Yu and all your friends.

And eventually, that’s how you ended up meeting Adachi.

The world stopped. Adachi glared down at you with an expression of surprise. His eyebrows raised with pure confusion while his hand was still on his half undone belt. It didn’t seem like he was confused on the aspect of a human being able to be thrown into a TV, which seemed to confirm your theory that he was in fact guilty, it was like he was confused you’d ask such a question. Then, in an instant, the hand blocking you from moving was in your hair again. He crouched down and yanked you towards his face. His eyes wide with a crazed gleam.

“Why the fuck are you asking me that?” His voice was cold. It was scary. He was always terrifying, but this was different somehow. Before, he was terrifying because he was the guy who imprisoned and tortured you for fun.. But this… you were truly face to face with a killer. He had a darkness to him that would be burned into your mind for the rest of your life.

Every hair on your body stood on its end. You didn’t want to keep eye contact with him, you wanted to look away and cry. But you couldn’t! You couldn’t move at all! That’s how scared his look made you.

“Did…” you meekly responded, hesitant. “…did you… throw me into the tv…?”

His grip on your hair became nonexistent, causing you to plop right back onto the floor. Unfortunately, you weren’t able to enjoy the feeling of your hair not being pulled on for long. In a flash, you were knocked onto your side. He kicked you. Hard. His foot rammed into your tummy with a force so strong all the air in your lungs was knocked out. Lighting strikes of pain pulsed from your ribcage and you screamed.

This was different from the biting and pinching and even the cock sucking, it was just like when he knocked you out back when he kidnapped you. You could never forget how he punched you with all his strength, making you bleed so much you couldn't believe you didn't die. Back then you had the mercy of blacking out right away.

You wrapped your arms around your stomach. Coughing and wheezing. Your agony meant nothing to him and he just kicked you again. And again, again, again and only stopped when you rolled over as vomit poured out of your mouth. It was straight acid buurning your throat since you had a lack of proper food in your stomach. It was dreadful. Since your capture, he has never hurt you this bad. Your thoughts were racing about how this was the moment he was going to snap and kill you. But Adachi wasn't going to kill you. He was breathing heavily as he watched you vomit, the acidic bile mixed with blood puddling up onto the floor. The only thing he could think of in that moment was how he just fucked up big time. How could he allow himself to get that mad. What if your ribcage was broken? What was he suppoed to do?

“Oh my god, fuck, I don't know what came over me. I just meant to-” he cut himself off, muttering as he watched you writhe in pain. This emotion he felt while watching you sob in pain wasn’t the same as usual. He couldn’t get off to this. This wasn't him having fun, this was an act of sheer anger. Uncontrollable anger, not for pleasure. “It was an accident… shit, how could I lose control of myself like that?”

This god awful town drove him absolutely crazy. Everyday, he has to go back to that job. He had to put on some fake smile to get through the day, he wanted to kill himself because death couldn’t possibly be worse than living his life. So boring. So empty. Magically, he discovered he had an ability that must've been a gift from the gods. He was able to push that common whore into the tv and he was even able to do the same with that bitch of a highschool student. After that, it only got better. He was lucky enough to answer that phone call… his life was starting to make sense.

And if that power was a gift from the gods, you showing up to his place in the middle of the night, unprotected, must have been a gift from satan himself. To this day, he thinks about the first time he met you. That innocent face introducing yourself to him, a cute girl who was senstive and stubborn. Before you had a chance to love him, he was watching you. Fantasies of tainting you plagued his thoughts. The image of your crying face turned him on and he was desperate to have the chance to abuse you. Rhat night he finally had the chance. You walked right into a mistake that Adachi was proud of. He thought the power he was gifted was the only interesting thing this shitty world had to offer, but no, you were given to him. Not only did his job become much more fun, his home life was even more thrilling.

You were so much more fun than the TV.

So how could you bring it up? It was offensive. Thoughts of him should be the only thing on your mind. You should be thinking of how scared you are of him, how to please him, how he was your God now. He owned you. Your purpose should only be to serve him.

But the best thing… was you walked straight into his grasp. Willingly, you got yourself chained up for him to use however he wanted.

Seeing you cry, the marks and bruises on your body from when he hurt you, the begging, the pleads, nothing felt better. In his entire life he’s never had so much fun.

But just now he directed his hate for this town onto you. He didn’t mean to, his body moved on his own. You were his distraction. The only thing he had here. Adachi didn’t want to hurt you because he was angry. He wanted to hurt you because it was fun. “Doll, I shouldn’t have,” he crouched down beside you. Putting a hand on your back gently. “There, I apologize. I'm being nice. So, you're welcome-”

Energy surged through your entire body. Surpsingly, this agonizing beating fuled that baseless hope you held onto. Thoughts of how escape was impossible vanished and were replaced with the desire to get the fuck out of here. It must have been adrenaline guiding you. You have never felt such strong determination. But at this very moment the only thing on your mind was to run, to fight back, to not lose against this monster. “Stay away!!” You jumped up and bolted to the door, it was a real sorry sight. When you reached the bottom of the stairs you had gotten on all fours to get up to the freedom that was atop. You grabbed the handle and started turning and pulling, praying for some kind of miracle that would have this door open. “Please, please!”

You heard footsteps behind you and you whipped your head around. Adachi was approaching you, slowly. Your heart was racing. There was no turning back now. You formed two fists and began banging on the door instead. If you made enough noise someone would be bound to hear, a neighbor, someone passing by the place, it was a desperate plan. Yet, fitting. You were, after all, very desperate. That’s what got you into this mess in the first place.

“Help me! HELP ME! I’m t-trapped, someone, anyone, save me!!”

A hand pressed against your back. “Scream louder, no one is going to hear you like that.”

“Don’t touch me!” You screamed, digging your nails into the wooden door. “HELP! HELP ME..! someone…. Anyone! Help… me…” your voice was cracking and the tears started streaming down your face again, it was so normal for you to cry nowadays that you were used to the headache that followed. Your banging soften and your throat dried up. “…please.”

Defeated.

The spur of motivation disappeared as quickly as it came. You were utterly defeated. You didn’t even struggle as the oddly comforting hand that had been on your back while you were screaming nudged you back down the stairs. You followed Adachi, side by side, with your face buried in your hands.

Adachi guided you back over to the mattress and told you to sit down. You slumped down and continued crying. Your hands were muffling the sounds of your weeping and when you recognized that you realized how odd it was that Adachi wasn’t using this opportunity to punish you. Especially since you did something as reckless as screaming at the door. Before, if you even got near the staircase he’d drag you back to the other side of the room and hit you while saying horrible things about how he owned you and how worthless you were without him.

“Why aren’t you mad?” With dewy eyes, you glanced back up at him. “Go ahead and hit me and leave, I wanna go to bed, I want this day to be over, so just hurry up.”

Adachi sighed, a hint of annoyance in his breath. You couldn't tell if he was annoyed at you or himself, yet it didn't really matter. “I’ll allow this outburst as an apology, and you had it, so start behaving. I won’t be nice like this again so you better appreciate it.” His eyes widened just a tiny bit as he placed his hands on your knees. He gripped them hard, causing you to wince, his nails digging into the skin. “But if you go near the staircase or god forbid, that door, again I will ruin you.”

Your lips quivered. “…okay.” was all you could muster to stay. You’ve reverted back to the perfect, behaved toy you had learned to be.

“Good girl.” With his hands still on your knees, he forced your legs apart. You yelped in surprise, after all you were still wearing a skirt, you tried to force them back together, but even if you were in tip top shape there was no way you could beat Adachi’s strength so theres no scenario where you could fight back with how beaten up you were.

“What are you doing?!”

“Apologizing.” He settled himself between your thighs, removing his hands from your knees and reaching for the hems of your panties. You tried to use brute force your legs shut again, yet it was still no use. His body was comfortably between your bruised thighs and with him slipping your underwear off, throwing it to the side somewhere, your privates were completely and utterly exposed to him. “I’m returning the favor, it’ll feel good. See, I treat you well. Where's my thanks?”

His breath was hot against your pussy. Sure, you were numb to sucking his cock and swallowing his cum, but that was pleasing him. You never ever thought he’d want to do something that would make you feel good. And it wouldn’t! His sicking touch wouldn’t feel good! You don’t want to do this with him! And if he ever was going to, why now?! Why after having your stomach kicked in and you felt so sick, why did you have to suffer through more of this? “I’d rather you just leave!”

“I said…” his fingers wrapped around your waist and roughly pulled you closer to him. “Where’s my thanks?”

Ah… his voice was cold again. It was as you said. You were defeated. He may have allowed you to go bang on the door a few times to get it out of your system, but even so he was still the monster who was holding you captive and torturing you everyday. Mentally, there was no way you could defy him when he looked at you with that blank, emotionless expression or that cold voice.

You squeezed your eyes shut. Get through the day, get through the day, just get through today! “…thanks…”

“What was that?”

“Thank y-you, Adachi! Thank you..!”

“That's more like it.” He dove back between your thighs. His fingers found the comfortable spot right on your sensitive bud, rubbing in a slow circular motion. You bit your lip to suppress a whine. It felt weird. You didn’t know how else to describe it. His fingers were long and rough and oh god, are you actually about to moan? There's no way you’d give him the satisfaction. Heat was pooling in your core. It only got more intense as he dipped a finger inside you. You gasped and squeezed your eyes shut even tighter.

A sudden bolt of pain shot up your thigh and you violently shot your head down to see what he was doing to you. Adachi was sinking his teeth into the soft supple skin of your thigh, applying enough suction that you knew it would leave another mark to stain your body. He pulled back with a pop and he slyly peered up at you. “I want you to watch. After all, I’m being super nice aren’t I? I’m putting a lot of effort into giving you pleasure. So watch.”

You whimpered and fought the urge to struggle and shut your eyes. Your body was still aching from all the beating from earlier, but the mix of pain and pleasure was something you couldn’t describe. Your brain was fried and your thoughts were swirling around in your head. You couldn’t focus on a single thing. Even while you watched Adachi fingering you knuckles deep, it didn’t seem real. Too much was happening at once. It didn’t help that he added a second finger, stretching you out even more.

Whimpers escaped your throat. “I don’t like this, I don’t like this!”

“Why are you so fucking wet then?” He curled his fingers inside you, hitting a sensitive spot inside you. You threw your head back involuntarily and let out a sound you didn’t know you were capable of making. You heard him snicker and with his free hand he grabbed your hair once again, forcing you to look back. “What did I say? You’re going to watch.

You sniffled back another sob. “I am, Adachi, I’m watching. Please don’t get mad…”

“That’s my girl.” He pulled his fingers out of you and held them up, glistening with your slick. He scissored the two fingers with a sadistic grin replacing the usual dead expression you see. “Look how slutty you are. I mean, my fingers are dripping with your juices.”

You shook your head slowly. “No… thats not…” You had no excuse for the slick dripping from his digits.

“Hm? Do I need to ask you again?” Adachi crouched down and bit your lip in anticipation of what he was doing. Was he going to bite your thigh again? He’d for sure do it harder this time. You were so mentally focused on preparing yourself for that jolt of pain that when a tongue swiped against your clit you couldn't help but whine and buck your hips ever so slightly. Once again, he peered up at you with that pitiless gaze. “Why are you so fucking wet then?”

Only incoherent half sentences left your mouth because you genuinely had no idea how to answer that. It was normal, it was your body responding to him touching you like this! It didn’t mean you liked it.

It was Adachi doing this to you though. You used to fantasize about him making love to you. This was far from those dreams, however. It was supposed to be romantic and he’d be gentle with you, telling you he loved you and more of that corny stuff you see in manga and anime. You had been here for two weeks and somehow, even after being tortured and abused by this man, part of you still had a soft spot for the idea of Adachi you made up in your head.

It's laughable.

You really are pathetic.

His tongue was lubing up your cunt. His saliva was mixing in with your wetness. Soon, he sunk his tongue inside her. His nose was bumping up against your clit and the lewd squelchy noises of your pussy filled the room. You were gasping and whining and moaning. You didn’t waste energy trying to conceal your voice anymore. Your mind was going fuzzy and you lifted your hips a tiny bit, to give him a better angle to eat you out.

Whore.

Pleasure pumped into your core. It was such a foriegn feeling you didn’t know how to react. Your legs were shaking from the stimulation and you watched Adachi sucking your clit feverishly. His dark hair filled your vision and without thinking you gently placed your hands in his hair, just like he did to you. With very little force you pushed him away, because if you actually resisted he’d get mad. “It’s too much. Please, i-i don’t, I can’t!”

Adachi thought it was funny, listening to you babble like that. So, he picked up the pace. He applied suction even more, licking up your slit and swirling the tongue around your puffy clit. The louder your moans got, the more intense his pleasuring you got.

Your tummy was twisting and turning. Suddenly, tears started to build up in your eyes and you felt like something in you was getting hotter. Even the tiniest bit of friction made you mewl. Your core was spasming and before you knew it your vision went white for a fraction of a second. Your hips were shaking and you cried out loudly, squeezing your eyes shut by accident because the intensity of your body was going through way too much.

Adachi finally sat up from in between your legs. You didn’t even care. You slouched down until you were completely on your back. Trying to catch your breath, you stared at the ceiling inhaling and exhaling as much as you could. You still had to process everything that just happened. Your body hurt and yet there was a giant relief in your lower half. You felt… good. The pain and pleasure. Both felt good.

Whore!

“You’re welcome.”

You turned your head and with a dazed expression looked at the man who just violated you for another time. He was standing, his usual cold expression returned. He was calmly dusting off his pants and fiddling with his tie. He must’ve noticed how you still hadn’t recovered from cumming.

He rolled his eyes. “I said, you’re welcome. For making you cum.”

“I… came?”

“Yes you did, doll. As long as you behave like a good toy, I can treat you once in a while. And I’m not some stuck up narcissist who can’t admit he made a mistake.” His eyelids lowered ever so slightly. “So don’t bring up the kicking incident ever again. And especially, don’t talk about anything regarding the crimes going on in Inaba. Only think about me. Because that's what a good toy does.”

With that, he walked up the stairs and back to the door. Unlocking it and opening it. He turned back at you one last time. “Do you have something you should say to me?”

You gulped. Turning your attention back to the ceiling, you quietly said. “Thank you for making me cum… Adachi.”

He chuckled. How boring, that’s exactly what he wanted you to say. You were catching onto his desires quickly.

The door shut. You were left behind in the empty room. Now it was back to doing what you did best, thinking. You blankly looked at the ceiling and let your mind wander. It was hard to ignore the soreness your body was enduring, especially with the nasty injury your stomach was going through.

“Fifteen.” You mumbled under your breath. “I’ve been captured for fifteen days. Because someone will come tomorrow.”

You closed your eyes.

You knew no one was coming, but it's a nice thought isn’t it?

[cylosia]

Lord, I am not worthy that you should enter under my roof, but only say the word and my soul shall be healed.

— tohru adachi x transmasc!reader

Chapter 1 is out now on AO3. Summary and additional notes under "Keep reading".

tags: religious content, catholicism, age gap (not underage), eventual smut, trans male character, asexual character, misgendering, misogyny, transphobia, aromantic adachi

summary: They came from the same church, but they were merely strangers. Estranged from religion, they both found themselves in the confides of Inaba. Who knew two ex-Catholics from the same community would meet once more?

AFAB transmasc reader. Reader is referred to with they/them pronouns.

(No smut in the first few chapters.)

This is mostly just a background of when they first meet, which is in a community Church both their families attended somewhere in the city. Not much story going on. Reader is 15 here, and Adachi is 22. No, they harbor no feelings for each other here. This is not an underage fic.

Nothing much in the tags apply here yet other than the religious content.

Also, (D/N) is deadname. Feel free to copypaste this fic, and use the "Replace" function to change all (D/N) inputs with your dead name.

[bjy-on-ao3]

Hi, I really love your writing on Ao3! I was wondering if you could write an Adachi x reader where Adachi slips it in while reader is sleeping? Maybe halfway through being fucked reader wakes up but pretends to be asleep anyway because they are enjoying it? I imagine that they'd probably already have a preexisting sexual relationship and have talked about the sex that they are okay with (that could be a creative choice for you tho idc. manipulative adachi sexy). best wishes!

(As usual, you can find the AO3 version of all my uploads [and some things I don’t post here to tumblr] via my Masterlist blog page)

Here you are, anon! This one really struck a cord with me, and I knew I had to fill it, eventually.

Summary 

Adachi gives Reader a pleasant morning surprise to indulge a desire they previously confessed to him.

Tags/Warnings

Biting, Creampie, Dirty Talk, Hair-Pulling, Mildly Dubious Consent, Reader-Insert, Rough Sex, Shameless Smut, Somnophilia, Vaginal Sex

Rise & Shine (F! Reader/Tohru Adachi)

The early rays of morning scattered through the window blinds, bathing the otherwise dark bedroom in pale stripes of yellow and gold. The cloying spring heat had yet to creep in, some remnant of the coolness of night lingering, lending a refreshing feeling, rather than one hot and clinging. Tohru Adachi stirred on the bedsheets of the mattress next to the mostly shuttered window.

He started to disentangle himself lazily from the light sheets, but stopped. A look of confusion spread across his face when he noted sitting up wasn’t as easy as it should have been, the cause your prone form tucked so securely against him. He remembered falling asleep at your apartment after some drinks at Shiroku and a couple rounds of fun, but you had fallen asleep with ample distance between you. Adachi decided you must have unconsciously snugged up to him while the both of you slept.

Though he was confused, that didn’t mean Adachi wasn’t exactly displeased. Neither of you had bothered to re-dress at all before passing out the night before. That left you naked, pressed against him, at least before he tried to extricate himself from your grasp. His eyes roved unchastely over your bare skin, exposed where the sheets rode down past your hips. Lying flat on your stomach after he had escaped your cuddling, your arms splayed on the pillows, legs spread haphazardly. He eyed the swell of your chest pressing into the soft mattress and the tantalizing curve of your ass, his gaze lingering as his hunger was roused.

In that moment, Adachi recalled a conversation that had taken place between the two of you not long ago. You had opened up to him a little with your fantasies and wants, admitting with a thoroughly hot face and hushed tone how badly you wanted him to use you. You hadn’t described exactly how, though, only that your desire for him to use your body however he pleased existed. He remembered how excited the confession had made him, immediately diving into imaginations of how he planned to take you up on it. Somehow, though, the thought had slipped his mind until that instant.

The gears were turning in his head, and Adachi’s lips curled in a sinful, lecherous grin as he came to a decision. What better way to grant your wishes and use you only for his pleasure than to fuck you while you slept, when he had little reason to worry about your satisfaction or concerns. His cock jerked to life at the thought, and his mind was made up.

He drew the sheets the rest of the way off, flinging them to the side where they would remain unwanted and forgotten for some time. The full sight of your body laid out nude before him met him, and another punch of hunger seized him, his reacting in along with it. For a second, Adachi wondered if you would even notice. He couldn’t remember if you were a light sleeper who woke at even a hardly intrusive touch, or if you slept like the dead and would drowse through it all. But he was going to find out very soon. =============================================

It was the touch of something solid and cool between your legs that eased you from the warm, comfortable haze of sleep. It prodded at the soft pink of your cunt before slipping inside with little resistance. At first, you thought you were having some kind of vivid wet dream, but you recognized the strange dark line of half-consciousness, so it was no dream. Something had buried itself inside your cunt, wet and welcoming even while you dozed. The sensation of whatever it was wriggled and curled, easing in and out for a moment before withdrawing altogether.

The thick fog of sleep threatened to lure you back into its clutches with the retreat of whatever had been intruding; you had nearly convinced yourself even if it wasn’t a dream, you had  imagined it. Just a figment of your muddled, half-asleep mind. But whatever it was returned, clamping over your thighs and carefully prying them apart to spread your legs wider. The tip of something far more hot and hard poked at your slick lips, the sensation giving your growing consciousness a jolt. You froze, making yourself remain still despite coming further to, and the thick intrusion sank past your lips and your entrance.

A low, blissful groan caught your attention when the hardness filled you completely, and your cunt clenched reflexively around it. Several debauched noises longed to free themselves from your throat at the aching fullness, but you quashed them, forcing yourself to feign sleep. The groan no doubt belonged to the man you had fallen asleep beside the night before, there was no denying that. You were led to a conclusion even your hazy mind could make: Adachi was the one buried deep inside your cunt, basking in the tight embrace of your soft, wet flesh around his cock.

The realization didn’t alarm or upset you, though. In fact, it only made your cunt feel wetter, and your walls tightened around him again, eliciting another erotic, gravelly noise from Adachi, A wicked heat blossomed in your gut and made your heart drum in your chest, your pulse beginning to race. It almost embarrassed you how much being fucked while you ‘slept’ turned you on, and you wondered fleetingly if he noticed how readily your body responded to him. Would he think nothing of it and just assume you were still dreaming and none the wiser?

Any thoughts were drowned out, though, when Adachi’s hips pulled back and he thrust back into your heat, the start of a steady rhythm. He rocked his hips languidly against your backside, obviously in no rush. A series of small, carnal, and oh-so-arousing sounds drifted from his lips as he pumped his cock in and out of your core. Sounds quiet enough that if you had really been asleep, you doubted you would have noticed at all. You struggled not to react too noticeably to them or from the roll of his hips. But you couldn’t help squirming here and there, a muffled, sleepy whimper escaping every once in a while. You hoped Adachi chalked them up to simply unconscious and involuntary reactions.

Whatever the case, your wriggling and tiny, nearly incoherent gasps and murmurs spurred Adachi onward, and his pace increased, fucking you more thoroughly into the bed. Each deep thrust made you want to swoon and melt and moan. The weight of Adachi’s body pressed into your back, his skin already growing slick with beads of sweat, radiating heat against you.

“Y’know,” he growled casually in your ear, “you’re a really bad actor.” His pace didn’t stop, and he his came to tangle in the sheets beside your shoulders, giving him more leverage to pound into your cunt more roughly.

You ignored him, unsure if he knew you were awake and was telling the truth, of if he was searching for some kind of conscious reaction to find out. Things were too enjoyable though to let them end so easily. Until Adachi could prove you were awake, you were more than pleased to let him have his way with you.

A moment of silence punctuated only by the sounds of sex passed, and then a low, contemplative hum droned beside you. “Well, I guess if you’re really sleeping through this, I can do whatever I want,” he said coyly, and to some it might have sounded almost like a threat. Right then, to you, it was a sinful promise you silently bade him to fulfill.

His hips snapped harder against you, and it was even more of a struggle to fight back the noises that wanted to break free, each thrust so deep it provoked a guttural response. He adjusted himself, tilting his hips and pressing his body more firmly against yours. You didn’t know if it was out of mere convenience for him, or on purpose to overwhelm you and shatter your charade, but the new angle brought on a greater ordeal.

Each rough stroke of his cock, besides sinking so deep, brushed against a much more receptive spot that made your gut twist in a distinctly pleasant way. You tried to disguise the way you turned your head to push it into the pillows as an unconscious reaction, though you unsure how long Adachi would continue to buy your act, if he didn’t already know the truth.

Each time he drove back inside, you lost more resolve to keep pretending, and to disguise and smother your moans and the way your body so badly wanted to meet his thrusts. The molten feeling that had grown in your belly served only to weaken you further, welling up inside and proving more demanding and wild than the sounds of pleasure seeking escape.l

You pressed your face into the pillows more as a particularly stubborn moan bubbled up, much louder than any of the others, trying in vain to stifle it. Though as soon as the sound left your lips, smothered as it was, your little game of pretend was over. A rough hand tangled in your hair, grabbing tightly and jerking your head back and away from the pillows. Your new position left you no choice but to moan freely into the air, already hot and thick with sex and sweat. The stubborn moan seemed like the bursting of a dam, and there was no stopping the myriad cries that followed it.

“Are you enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” Adachi hissed in your ear, amused and breathless. “Pretending you had no idea what I was doing and getting off on being treated like the little cock sleeve you wanted to be?”

With your act revealed, you had no reason to try to fool Adachi any longer. You gave into the carnal heat swelling inside you, crying out and finally slamming your hips back to meet his. “Fuck, yes! Use me, please,” you begged, and Adachi’s stinging grip in your hair tightened reflexively. “I want to be your plaything; use me however you want!” your voice broke with your admission, shattered by a stroke that stole your breath away and made your made briefly go blank.

The words were a catalyst, stoking Adachi’s already boiling lust to even greater heights. He rutted harder against you, feeling the urgency of an orgasm dawning on him, your shameless enthusiasm speeding it along. He relished the outpouring of bawdy shouts and moans bubbling from your mouth now that he had called your bluff. His fingered remained snared in your hair, pulling your head back almost painfully and ensuring there was no chance to muffle a single sound more.

You could feel Adachi’s desperation mounting behind each thrust, even through the lingering haze of sleep clouding your awareness. You felt it in the tension of his body, pushing yours so forcefully into the bed, and in his fingers, both in your hair and on your skin. But you were already ahead of him. The sheer excitement of being fucked in such an obscene fashion made your body tense and burn white hot. Each time Adachi filled you up again, it forced another cry from your lips, and the liquid heat wound tighter and more intense.

Your breathing hitched, becoming quickly ragged and sharp, and Adachi’s was just as labored in your ear. You bucked back against him mindlessly, seeking the last little push you needed and thinking of nothing else. When you came, his named rolled off your tongue in waves, interrupted by moans that pitched more desperate and airy as he fucked you through your orgasm.

He bent his head, and his teeth scraped the nape of your neck, your shoulders, anywhere he could find to leave a colorful, stinging mark. The sharp sensations added to the ripples of pleasure dancing through you, and your voice cracked in your ecstasy. His tempo slowed, gaining force where it lost momentum, until the smack of his skin on yours was clear even through the chorus of groans and cries ringing out. When he finished, he bit down again, harder, so hard a moan turned into a brief yelp, even though he hadn’t broken the skin.

With each spurt of his cum that filled you, Adachi groaned, long and low, the noise feral and thick. The sounds made you shudder, and your cunt squeeze him tighter, even though your orgasm was wearing away and coming to an end. Finally, Adachi was spent, and you were left sweat-slicked and nearly panting, his grasp on your hair loosening. You couldn’t think beyond the feel of him still sheathed in your cunt, or the sound of his heavy breathing beside you. Even smothered beneath his weight, your mind had room only for the pleasures of the afterglow.

You rested limp and pliant against the bedsheets as Adachi released your hair, and when you lay your head on the pillows again, they felt blissfully cool. You were too tired and out-of-sorts to move when Adachi withdrew, vaguely noting the sensation of something warm and thick trickling down your thighs.Adachi didn’t bother laying back in bed, instead rolling to the side and getting to his feet. You summoned the energy to roll over and watch him as he went about getting cleaned up before searching for his clothes and re-dressing.

After several minutes, Adachi had sorted himself out and made himself presentable - or at least what counted as presentable for detective with his routinely messy hair, crumpled clothes, and crooked tie. By then, you had regained steady breathing, watching him lazily and propping yourself up on your elbow. He took one last glance over himself, patting the pockets of his slacks for his phone and keys and ensuring he hadn’t forgotten anything, Satisfied everything was accounted for, he walked to the beside, bending down and taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger before tipping your head to meet his gaze.

“I’ve gotta get going now, sweetheart. Be good while I’m gone and maybe I’ll indulge more of your sick little fantasies the next time I come over,” he promised, punctuating his words with a kiss. It was a gesture that might have seemed sweet or affectionate, were it not for the sharp, hungry bite he left on your bottom lip.

Then, he was gone without another word, leaving you with a burning face, an aching cunt oozing cum, and many angry marks that would soon turn various shades of blue and purple. Yet, you were left also with a bone-deep sense of satisfaction that outweighed everything else. You slid back down onto the bed, recounting what had just happened. Even just the memory sent your arousing spiralling out of control all over again.

It was going to be torture waiting for the next time you could get together.

[akihikoswifey]

Intro

Fandoms i write for: persona games (3-5), overwatch, dragon ball, ff7, mcu & x-men, star wars, hamilton, ssbu (mario, zelda etc), street fighter, teen titans

Requests are always welcome! I love writing with a prompt in mind so please inspire me, I do write nsfw <3

All my readers are AFAB (Female assigned at birth)

Everything is mirror posted on AO3 under Akihikoswifey (my usernames are really original aren’t they)

Masterlist

Fluff ☀️

Suggestive ✨

Smut 🌶️

Angst 🌧️

Persona:

Akihiko Sanada 🥊

Tartarus Trips ✨🌧️

Tartarus Trips pt2 🌶️☀️

Tohru Adachi 🔪

Interrogation Rooms 🌶️

Mcu:

Black widow ⧗

Gaze ✨

So high ✨🌶️

Overwatch:

Hanzo 🏹

Aim high ☀️✨