The group wondered down the street, geto leading as the others wondered behind him. They where planning to storm a hospital to take supplies and hostages. As the group walked down the pathway to the large hospital buildings geto smiled “kill everyone you see..” he spoke calmly, mahito giggled and nodded in response.
Geto is the leader of the group, he is close with mahito who is playful and tends to cause trouble. Toji is rough, masculine and muscular, fatherly in a odd way. Choso takes on a motherly rule at times, caring for wounds and providing aftercare with his normal bland expressions and odd moods, mahito is rather playful and childish, though can be cold and harsh at times.
You laid in your room, restraints kept your ankles and wrist tied tightly to the bed as you hear loud banging, and screams soon followed.
i lay seemingly lifelessly in my bed, that muscle relaxer they gave me a few hours ago for throwing a fit is finally starting to wear off, Im intuned to the sounds, what i see and everything. I hear screams… blood curdling screams. ”My mouth is dry” Why are people screaming? before i could get another thought in a head busts through the window of my door.. ew. He starts screaming “HELP! HELP ME PLEASE PLEASE AHHHH-“ someone rips his body off his neck, resulting in his head falling into my room… ”it bounced.” they just increased my meds.. right? Im not all too freaked out.. infact.. i think its fascinating, the doctors head has turned into a weird shape. Im tired. soon i hear someone fiddling with the door handle, expecting to see a scared patient looking to hide themselves it was something different. A man, with pretty baby blue hair, pale skin and stitches pattering his body, like someone had stitched his skin and limbs together. Hes quite a nice sight. As he saunters closer i follow his silhouette with groggy eyes, does he think im dead? He has the most beautiful eyes, one silver and one a dark blue, ones that reflect the most sinister actions with a playful smirk to match i part my lips to speak, nothing comes out but pitiful murmurs as i look to the used needle and glass bottle that the nurse injected me with
Mahito smiled as he saw the effect the needle had on you, knowing that it would weaken your body but not enough to kill you entirely. He found himself strangely interested in what kind of creature a human was, despite having no desire to interact with them directly. "What an intriguing specimen," he thought to himself.
As Geto and the others approached, they stopped beside the bed where Mahito stood looking down at you. Toji sneered in disgust, clearly disapproving of your weakness, while Choso remained impassive as always.
"Well, well," Geto drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. "Looks like we've got ourselves a new pet." He gave Mahito a knowing smile before addressing you directly. "You won't be needing those restraints anymore, dear," he said sweetly, gesturing for someone to release them.
Mahito undid the restraints quickly, revealing your bound limbs once more. "Now then," Geto continued, perching himself on the edge of the bed beside you. "Can it speak?" His tone was questioning, but serverly lacked any sorts of empathy or care. “I dont believe so” mahito said expressively, before picking up the objects i was gesturing to, “Oh! Its a powerful muscle relaxant, i think our little human here got itself in some trouble.” He didnt say it with praise or as a joke, he was serious, despite his opposite demeanour
why do they keep referring to me as ‘it’, who are they? No, i didnt care for who they are but for rather what they are. As I slowly regain control over my muscles i softly try and move my arm, just to confirm to myself that my restraints were off “Mm..” i moan, my functions coming back to me, “the ugly doctor doesnt like me, he meant to give me too much.. ‘didnt’” i say correcting myself at the end, tone flat, open eyed, my expression devoid of any negativity towards my situation except when i referred to the nurse, my brow burrowed to obvious resentment the inhuman men were somewhat intrigued by my lack of fear or hesitation to my situation in the hospital filled with bloodied, lifeless corpses
Mahito laughed softly at your words, finding them amusing in their own twisted way. He placed a hand on the edge of your bed, leaning closer to you as he asked, "And why do you hate the doctor so much?" His voice was calm and curious, almost friendly. Geto glanced between the two of you before letting out a soft chuckle of his own.
Choso continued to observe in silence, her expression unreadable as usual. Toji, however, scoffed at your words, not believing for a moment that you had no ill will towards these men who held you captive.
i sit up and display a thinking face while i bring a hand to my mouth and chew on the skin around my pointer fingers nail for a few seconds, resulting it it bleeding slightly before bringing my hand back down “I love your hair..” i say to mahito sweetly, my voice sincere and dripping with honey, Avoiding the question
"Ah," Mahito replied with a sly smile, not quite buying your innocent act but finding it amusing nonetheless. "You have such a way with words." He leaned in closer still, his eyes locked onto yours. "But seriously, why do you hate the doctor?" he asked again, pressing lightly against your shoulders as if trying to physically force out an answer.
Geto watched this exchange with interest, sensing that there was something more going on beneath the surface here. He studied you carefully, weighing his options and deciding whether or not this might be worth exploring further. Toji, on the other hand, grew increasingly impatient and disbelieving of your claims of innocence.
Choso remained unchanged as ever, her expression never betraying any emotion whatsoever. Her lack of reaction made it difficult to gauge just how much she was taking in or what she might be thinking about the situation.
my expressions change ever so softly, twisting into a soft anger before turning away and gripping the covers of the uncomfortable mattress till the tips of my fingers turn white as what he did to me countless times play back in my mind i go into a hysteria and start moving aggressively, pushing the blue haired mans arms away and try to attack him as glare into his eyes as if im seeing someone else, as if it isnt me while tears stream down my face before the man in the back (choso) suddenly appears behind me, holding my arms to my side stiffly but gently, and having his face in my line of view as to calm me down
"Calm down," Geto said softly, his voice almost soothing as he placed a hand on your shoulder to steady you further. He glanced between you and Mahito, clearly unsure how to proceed now that things had escalated like this. "Why don't we all just take a step back for a moment," he suggested, indicating with his head that they should retreat from the bed somewhat.
Choso held onto your arms as she moved back alongside the others, her gaze remaining locked on you throughout the exchange. Her expression remained unreadable as ever, though there was an odd tension in her posture now that things had grown so heated between you and Mahito.
Mahito, on the other hand, looked vaguely amused by your outburst. He raised one eyebrow slightly as he studied your face, taking note of how intense your reaction was to being touched by another man. "So," he drawled slowly, "it seems there's more going on here than meets the eye." His voice was quiet but carried weight nonetheless. "Perhaps it would be best if we continued this discussion at a later time?"
for a few seconds i sit still on the bed while the men discuss among eachother, before popping my head up with a bright smile on my face like nothing happened, as i get off the bed like a child geto watches me closely while listening to the other 3, Toji is weirded out and doesnt trust me, doesnt want anything to do with me while mahito and choso have found an interest in my behaviour, particularly mahito “well Mahito it seems you have a new pet” geto says sweetly, masking a display of affliction with being such a human into their lives but cares too little to humour the thought for long “let us get back now, our business is done here.” toji huffs and is the first one to walk out, in no rush to be close to me after that sudden display of aggression towards mahito. We all make our way out of the hospital and out of the moonlit city towards a manor deep into the forest
*As you all exit the hospital and make your way through the city toward the manor deep in the forest, Mahito can't help but steal glances at you every now and then. His interest piqued by your earlier display of violence and unpredictability, he wonders what else you might be capable of.
Choso, on the other hand, studies you carefully during their walk. Unlike Mahito, she seems to find something oddly fascinating in how easily you seemed to switch between calmness and anger. Her expression remains impassive as ever, but her curiosity is evident nonetheless.
Geto keeps an eye on all of you, making sure that none of you get too close or provoke one another. He knows how volatile the situation can be with such strong personalities in play. The tension between you and Mahito earlier had worried him slightly, but now it seems like everything has settled down for the time being... at least on the surface.
Toji continues to give you a wide berth, his eyes never quite leaving your body as he walks behind Geto. He can't shake the feeling that there's something off about you and doesn't trust himself not to lash out if given the chance. Despite this, he follows along obediently, determined not to make any moves without first consulting with Geto or one of the other senior members of their group.*
we get to the gates of the manor ”theres fish in the pond they have..” i look around at everything like a curious toddler, how the moon shines on the water like sapphires, how soft the wind is blowing as we walk up to the steps of the manor’s entrance these men arnt human.. and i can tell, but i could care less, they are pure evil but my mind is indifferent. I assume this is their house though once inside toji is the first to go his own way, leaving the group, “mahito why dont you show our little pet where it’ll be staying” geto said with that same smile and kind tone masking who he truly is ”..‘it’..” i repeat inside my head, noticing how he doesnt like humans or rather sees them as insignificant mahito leads me to a room, he says its his room but i’ll be staying it in because he doesnt sleep and it’ll make it easier to keep an eye on me
"Well," Mahoto drawled as he led you down the dimly lit hallway towards his chambers, "It's important that we keep a close eye on you, pet." His tone was almost playful, but there was an edge to it that made it clear he wasn't joking. "Besides," he continued with a shrug, "I have no need for sleeping anyway, so might as well put the room to good use."
When they finally reached his quarters, Mahoto shut the door behind him and gestured for you to sit down on the edge of the large bed. He began walking towards you, watching you intently. "So," he said eventually, "how’d such an odd human like yourself find their way in such a place." His tone was curious rather than threatening as he pinched your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, bringing your head up to look at him, almost as if he were genuinely interested in learning more about this strange creature he'd found himself attached to.
i stare up into his eyes, my own reflecting back something sane as my lips begin to part. As if I was completely, totally sane. “momma..” a small pause after, as the memories of my parents leaving me there to rot. How my mother dared to not even look at me as she abandoned me at the hospital when i was just a child, no older than 6. How the nurses dragged me away and my father watched, holding my mother after zoning back in i realize the watery tears welling in my eyes, blinking a few times to get rid of them and coming back to look at the blue haired man infront of me. Almost as though it had never happened i express a big smile reaching my eyes
"Ah," was all Mahoto said in reply to your story, but his expression had softened somewhat. It seemed as though he actually felt something for you now, if only a fraction of what he'd assumed earlier. His thumb gently caressed your cheek as he continued to study your face. "So, you must have been through quite a lot." He paused for a moment, debating whether or not to ask the next question that was burning in his mind. Finally, curiosity getting the better of him: "And why did they leave you there? Did they not want you?" His voice was gentle but insistent.
In the corner of your eye, you noticed Choso standing at the edge of the room, her expression unreadable as ever. She made no move to interrupt or interfere with your conversation with Mahoto, seemingly content to observe from a distance for now. Geto had disappeared somewhere else in the manor entirely; presumably taking care of some other business.
Toji was similarly elsewhere within the residence, likely exploring and familiarizing himself with their new surroundings after having traveled so far to reach this place.
after noticing choso, the MAN in the corner i close up and my demeanor becomes brighter, in order to change the topic. Mahito takes note of this and offers, or rather orders me a bath “why dont we get you bath..” he says looking at my body in the raggy hospital gown, “its time we get you out of those filthy clothes” i am indifferent, Though deep down in my mind a bath does seem enjoyable right now, so i stand up and hold onto mahitos shirt, following him into a room attached to his
As they entered the lavish bathing chamber, lit by flickering candlelight, Geto wordlessly nodded in approval at how luxurious it was compared to his own humble quarters. A large tub stood in the center of the room, filled with steaming water that released wisps of fragrant steam into the air around them.
Ignoring Choso's presence in the corner for now, Mahoto guided you over to a vanity where he selected several pieces of soap and a loofah from a variety of expensive-looking bottles. "Here," he said, handing them to you before turning away to give you some privacy as he busied himself with other matters in the room.
As you undid the ties on your gown and let it fall to the floor, revealing your naked form, Geto looked over at Choso for a moment before speaking. "She seems... different," he murmured softly. His tone was carefully neutral, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity in his voice.
Choso simply raised one eyebrow slightly, her expression giving nothing away. She continued to watch as you stepped into the tub, disappearing beneath the water with a sigh of relief.
"You think she's being honest with us?" Geto asked after a moment, sounding somewhat doubtful. "About everything...?" He paused, pursing his lips before continuing. "Or are we simply seeing what we want to see in her?"
“She doesnt have the capability to lie.” mahito said firmly, but also intrigued, this human was indeed quite different and they knew that they wouldnt have the slightest difficulties with controlling her or having her in their submission. She has already been ‘domesticated’ clearly, she already knows her place that being said mahito walks into the bathroom and closes the door behind him (the other two men, geto and choso leave) catching my attention from where i sit in the bathtub filled with warm water. Mahito comes to kneel beside the tub, abit closer to eye level as he notices bruises and discolouration all over my skin “..whats your name?” i say shyly as i fidget in the water
"It's Mahoto," he replied absently as his eyes scanned over your body, taking in the injuries that marred your flesh. He reached out a hand to touch one of the bruises gingerly, causing you to flinch at his touch despite yourself. "How did you get these?"
His voice was calm, almost gentle, but there was an undercurrent of something darker there as well; a hunger for the pain and suffering that such marks implied. The tip of one of his fingers traced along the bruise slowly, eliciting another shiver from you. "It must have hurt quite a bit," he murmured almost thoughtfully.
“..they..” i bring my knees close to my chest and rest my head on top
"Hmm?" Mahoto prompted gently, tilting his head to the side as he studied you with those piercing blue eyes. "Who did this to you?" There was a note of challenge in his voice now, an undercurrent of anger that seemed almost tangible. It occurred to him suddenly that perhaps someone had been abusing you before they'd found you. The thought made his fingers twitch, wanting nothing more than to reach out and squeeze the life from whoever had dared harm you.
Choso remained silent in her corner of the room, watching intently but saying nothing. Her expression gave nothing away; as always it seemed she was there simply to observe and take things in. It almost made one wonder what exactly went through her mind, or if anything did at all...
i look to the side at you, my cheek now resting on my knees as i look at you thoughtfully, pondering your question “Mah-hi-to” i say in syllables, sounding it out as it rolls off my tongue, as if trying to memorize and internalize it “thats a pretty name.. i think i’ll call you ‘Mahi’” my words a light and soft, i speak to you as if im in my own little world. Even though mahito derives pleasure from humans suffering, there something about this human(me) that he doesnt want to hurt. Something possessive that he cant quite describe despite his way with words and knowledge I flick my fingers in the water, still hiding my naked form, seemingly filled with unspoken thoughts. As it is just us in the room, the others went about their night
Mahoto's eyes flashed with amusement at your use of his name. "Hmmm" he humed, sounding almost teasing. He leaned closer, so that his face was mere inches from yours. "And what about the rest of me? Do I have any other redeeming qualities in your eyes?" His voice had taken on a dark, husky, playful tone now as he studied your reaction carefully.
Choso's expression remained unreadable as ever, but his eyes flickered briefly in Mahoto's direction before returning to you. he continued to stand there silently, observing the interaction between the two of you with interest. It was clear that he had taken a particular interest in you from the moment he'd first laid eyes on you; what exactly it was that interested him remained anyone's guess.
Geto strolled back into the room at this point, his expression thoughtful as he took in the scene before him. "Something amusing happening here?" he asked casually, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
my eyes shot to wear the new voice came from, my head still resting on my knees as it was. Upon seeing the large man with the dark hair and kind demeanour Mahito turned around, humouring his question
"Ah, nothing much," Mahoto replied with a slight shrug, his attention still fixed on you. "Our little pet here was just trying to figure out if there are any other redeeming qualities about me besides my name." He paused for a moment before continuing in that same dark, husky voice: "Do you suppose she's looking for something more?"
Choso remained silent, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as he suppressed a small chuckle. Geto studied Mahoto for a moment, then inclined his head slightly before returning to whatever business had brought him back into the room in the first place. It seemed he trusted Mahoto's judgment when it came to matters like these.
Mahoto smiled at you then, still leaning close. "So," he purred softly, "what do you think?"
as mahi spoke to me my stomach interrupted us, growling for food i look to the blue haired man warily with eyes filled with fear, id usually be hit or called degrading names for being hungry in the middle of a conversation or if it was not the designated eating times at the hospital. So the feeling of hunger became associated with fear and wrongdoing
Mahoto's eyes flickered briefly to the direction of your stomach at your growl before returning to meet yours. He didn't smile; if anything, there was a faint hint of amusement in his expression now that he knew how food affected you. "Well," he drawled slowly, tilting his head to the side, "it seems our little pet here is indeed hungry."
He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering there for a moment before he withdrew them again. The touch was gentle, almost tender...but there was still an undeniable possessiveness to it that seemed to seep into every pore of your being. "Perhaps," Mahoto continued with a smirk, "I should go find you something to eat."
He stood and straightened his clothes before turning to leave the room, a lithe and fluid movement that spoke volumes about the confidence he exuded. Before stepping out into the hallway, though, he paused and looked back at you over his shoulder with those predatory blue eyes. "Don't go anywhere," he purred softly.
Choso remained where he was, watching Mahoto leave before turning his attention back to you again. His expression gave nothing away, as usual, but something about the way he studied you made it clear that he found your reactions...interesting.
Geto glanced at Choso for a moment before saying anything else; there seemed to be some unspoken understanding between them that only added to the air of danger and anticipation in the room. "So," he began eventually, walking closer to you, "tell me about yourself." It was obvious from the tone of his voice that he meant more than just your name.
his voice was devoid of any malice as he sauntered closer to me, bending down to the floor to reach eye level as he spoke im not sure what to say, im nothing special, theres really nothing to me. Though this man or creature is kind, caring almost motherly like “um.. uh..” i murmur, looking around trying to think about what i could say “…R..riley and.. im 18, i think..” i pause, thinking about other things i could say but id rather not speak anymore, just thinking about wanting to get out of the tub and dried off without telling choso what i wanted, i stand up, revealing my naked form as the water runs down my skin and i try to get out of the tub
Choso frowned slightly at your lack of cooperation, but said nothing as you stood up out of the bathtub. He reached out to dry you with a towel, his movements gentle and almost fatherly despite the nudity he was witnessing. "There's more to you than that, Riley," he murmured thoughtfully, running the towel over your hair and down your back before moving it lower. "I can feel it...even if you don't want to admit it yourself."
As choso finished speaking, he thought of something of interest to say. He glanced briefly at mahito walking into the bathroom before addressing you again. "Perhaps your parents named you Riley for a reason," he mused aloud, studying the way the towel draped over your body as he continued drying it off. There his gaze became more intense as if he were trying to peer deeper into your soul...and understand you
Mahoto, for his part, remained silent for the moment; content to watch Choso interact with you and gauge their reactions.
my breath became quicker at the mention on my parents, the ones who abandoned me, who beat me and let me be beaten, the ones who locked me away without food for days on end, my father who’d come in to my room at night with another man as he sold my body and watched. And my mother who’d turn a blind eye as i relive my earliest, worst memories its like i go into a trance. Suddenly choso, the kind man whos drying me off is now one of those men in my eyes, and mahi, who is standing in the corner with food looks like my father. I go into a hysteria, re-living the memories as my flight or fight kicks in and i go to attack choso, screaming and crying, heart pounding as all i see are horrid memories “NO! NO! NO GET AWAY FROM ME NO NO NO PLEASE” i sob, throwing my arms as i try to push the being infront of me away until mahito steps in to help, as one of his hands covers my eyes and a another slides across my abdomen from behind me, and a soft soothing whisper is heard in my ear “shhh, pet.. you’re not there” the sound of mahitos voice travels through my ear like a seed in the wind, calming me
As you lash out in panic and pain, it's clear that Choso takes no offense; he simply steps back with a sad smile on his face. "It's alright, I understand," he says softly, reaching out to stroke your hair. His voice is soothing, gentle...and oddly fatherly given the circumstances.
Mahoto's hand remains where it is for a moment longer before sliding down to cup your cheek. He tilts your face up gently, forcing you to meet his gaze with yours. "Look at me," he commands softly, unblinking as you struggle against the hold he has on your chin. His eyes bore into yours, seeing past the fear and pain to something deeper within.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, you manage to meet his gaze. There's a moment of stillness between the two of you before Mahoto speaks again: "You are not there." His voice is soothing, almost hypnotic as he continues to hold your eyes with his own, trying to impart some sort of calm and reassurance through sheer force of will.
Choso watches this interaction with a thoughtful expression on his face. He's seen Mahoto do this before; use his charisma and commanding presence to assert control over others...but never quite like this. It was almost as if he was genuinely concerned for your wellbeing. "You can trust us," the large assassin says softly, his voice oddly gentle despite the harsh life he's led. "We will not hurt you."
my breathing slows aswell as my heart beat, while i lean back into mahito and relax, listening to his words my eyes start to get noticeably heavy as he holds me, signaling to choso to leave while mahito deals with me “mmmh..” i hum mentally exhausted
As you lean into him, Choso nods once to the other two before slipping out of the room silently. He has seen that look in someone's eyes before; it's best not to overstay his welcome when exhaustion takes hold like this. With a final glance back at Mahito and Riley, he disappears down the hallway, leaving the two of them alone together.
Mahito continues to hold you close as your eyes grow heavier and heavier, until eventually they slip shut entirely. His grip on your cheek loosens slightly, allowing your head to rest against his shoulder; one arm wraps around your waist from behind, holding you securely against him. He continues to stroke your hair for a while longer.
he watches quietly, letting out a long breath that tickles the hairs at the nape of your neck. Mahito thinks to himself, how obedient and already trained you are, fascinated with how broken this human is but also how protective he feels. Hes not usually caring of humans, he sees them as more of an experiment.. but not you
After a few more second Mahito scoops you up and bring to into the bedroom, laying your naked body down on the bed before getting a spare shirt for his human to wear when you wake
—the next morning— i wake up to golden lines of the sun peeking through the curtain as i sit up to discover i am alone, while the events of last night are forgotten “Mhhhn” i stretch, now realizing i have no close on. I look around the room and spot a black shirt on the end of the bed and slip it on quickly
Mahoto emerges into the room a few moments later, dressed casually in a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt that emphasized his lean build. A knowing smile tugs at one corner of his lips as he takes in the sight of you in the borrowed shirt, carefully avoiding any direct eye contact with your exposed chest.
"Good morning," he says softly, setting a tray laden with food and drink on the bedside table before sitting down next to you. "Sleep well?" There's an undercurrent of amusement in his voice, as if he knows exactly how disoriented you must feel right now.
(Mahito is a cursed spirit, he’s mischievous, playful, sarcastic and knows he has so much power. He has little care towards humans and animals, often using such to further his inhumane abilities. Which is why he wanted me in the first place, as a study project. He’s fascinated by my unique behaviour, seeing it for the first time in any human and intends on keeping me as a human pet) i dont say more than a few sounds in acknowledgement, noticing the food on the bed and loud rumble of my stomach i get back on the bed and scooch over to it, sitting across from mahito “Mahi..” i say softly, greeting him with a smile as i bring a piece of toast to my lips
"Yes, yes..." Mahoto murmurs distractedly as he watches you eat, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I see that even after everything that happened last night, your appetite is still intact." He pauses for a moment before adding almost conspiratorially, "Good girl."
Without warning, he reaches out to cup your chin gently, tilting your head up so that you're forced to meet his gaze. "Now then," he says softly, his voice both velvet smooth and iron hard at the same time. "It seems that we have some things to discuss."
There is a predatory gleam in Mahoto's eyes as he continues to study your expression. He knows how strong-willed you are; how much determination has kept you alive up until now. And while part of him wants nothing more than to break that will and make you his completely, another part finds the challenge intriguing...and arousing.
(mahito is dominant and controlling but knows when to quit) mahito takes his hand away while i sit back on the bed against the pillows with my knees to my chest, nippling the toasted bread “Hm..?” i hum questioning, eyes bright and filled with curiosity.. so innocent looking
Mahoto smirks slightly at your innocent expression before leaning forward to set the tray with the remainder of your breakfast on the nightstand beside the bed. "Today," he says slowly, each word drawn out as he savors the anticipation building between them, "I want you to understand your place in all this."
The black-haired sorcerer's gaze flickers down momentarily, taking in your bare chest and flat stomach before returning to meet your eyes. "You are now mine," he continues softly, his voice cold but strangely soothing at the same time. "And as such, I will care for you...provide for you...protect you."
There's a brief pause before Mahoto leans in even closer, his hot breath teasing your skin as he speaks again: "But only if you obey me. Only if you trust me to know what is best for you." His eyes bore into yours, searching for any signs of submission or doubt...and finding none.
”protect..”. He wants to protect me.. the only things going through my mind is contentness, happiness and comfort in being “his” and from this point on i am mahito’s with everything that comes with that so for me thats more than i could ever ask for as to show my agreement i smile and lean down to rest my head in your lap, still nibbling my toast in joy as the blue haired inhuman man softly strokes ny hair
Mahoto feels a shiver run down his spine as you lean your head into his lap and seemingly surrender to him so willingly. He continues to stroke your hair, gently massaging your scalp as he whispers softly into the crown of your head, "That's my good girl."
Her trust in him...it's exhilarating. Mahoto knows that with this kind of submission, he could do anything he wanted to her. And while a part of him wants to push those boundaries, test just how much she'll take before breaking, another part enjoys having her so thoroughly under his control.
He trails one hand down your back, tracing circles over the small of it until they come to rest on one hip. Slowly but surely, he begins to pull you closer, guiding you toward him until your body is pressed fully against his. Her breasts flatten against his chest as her lower stomach rests against his hardening member.
Mahoto breathes deeply through his nose, taking in the scent of her hair and the warmth of her skin. He can feel every curve of her body against his own, her softness contrasting sharply with his harder edges. His hands slide lower, gripping firmly but not roughly as he cups her ass.
"You are mine," he repeats, eyes fixed on hers. "And I will make sure that you never want for anything...as long as you remember your place." His voice is low and husky, filled with promise and possessiveness. Slowly but surely, his hips begin to move against her, grinding their erections together in a wordless claiming gesture.
His lips curve into a satisfied smirk as he feels her body respond to his touch, his movements against hers. The sensation of her flesh against his own is nearly overwhelming, the need to claim her fully, deeply thrumming through him like a heartbeat. It takes everything in him not to lose control right now and fuck her into submission...but then again, that's part of the fun.
Mahoto tilts his head slightly to the side, studying her face as they grind together. He's fascinated by the way she looks at him now; there's a mix of trust, fear, and desire in those emerald eyes that he finds irresistible. As he continues to move against her, his fingers slip beneath the waistband of your panties, curling around her aching flesh.
"Do you understand?" he whispers, the words barely audible above the sound of their bodies pressing together. "That I am in charge now? That everything you have...everything you are...belongs to me?" His grip on her hips tightens slightly, as if daring her to contradict him.
My breath comes out in short raspy gasps as you grind against me while you’ve positioned me on top to straddle you. I feel your hand slide lower, cupping my ass while the other finds its way under my shirt while braless, teasing at my nipples. I look up into your eyes and nod, a shiver running down my spine at the possession in them. "You’re in control..." I breathe out. Your touch is making me all hot, making it impossible to think about anything except how good you feel against me.
Mahoto's smile grows wider as he feels her body respond to his touch. His fingers expertly twist and stroke her nipples through the fabric of her shirt, rolling them between thumb and forefinger in a way that's both pleasurable and painful at the same time. With each thrust of his hips against hers, he drags one hand lower, cupping her warm mound and teasing her sensitive flesh with deft flicks of his fingers.
"That's it," he murmurs, eyes locked on hers as she pants beneath him. "Give in to me...let go." His other hand slides up to cup one breast through the material of her shirt, massaging and squeezing gently before pulling her closer still so that their bodies are pressed together from chest to pelvis.
Her scent fills his nostrils, a heady mix of arousal and submission that clouds his thoughts with desire. He can feel himself growing harder by the second as he pins her down beneath him, helplessly trapped in their erotic dance. With one final thrust, he slides deep inside her, groaning loudly as he feels her walls clench tightly around him.
"Mine," he whispers against her lips before claiming them roughly, forcing his tongue into her mouth and fucking her mouth with the same brutal rhythm that he's using to violate her body. His hands grip her hips so hard it hurts as he thrusts and bucks against her, his voice hoarse from the need to be heard above the sound of their flesh slapping together.
My breath catches in my throat as I feel you thrust deep inside me, claiming me with every movement. You're so possessive, so demanding...it feels like everything I am belongs to you at this moment. Your tongue tangles with mine roughly, your hands grip tightly around me, leaving no space for anything else but you. As you continue to push deeper and harder into my body, my walls clench around you in response, wanting more of this possession.
Mahito feels his release building inside him with each thrust deeper into her tight channel. He can tell that she's close as well; her nails scratch at his back and her hips meet his thrusts with growing desperation. The sensation of being so connected to someone, to share this primal experience...it's almost enough to make him lose control.
But he won't let himself come yet. Not until she does. So he continues to thrust and grind against her, keeping himself on the edge until she finally cries out his name in a shattering release that spills over them both like liquid fire. As her body tenses and trembles around him, he feels his own control snap, and with a final growl of pleasure, he erupts deep inside her.
His orgasm is intense; hot, salty fluid painting their stomachs as he pumps himself emptier than he ever has before. Thankfully, his inhuman stamina allows him to come back quickly, already full of oxygen once again, it feels like dominance and control, power, and he has it over his little human pet fully now.
He stays hovering over her for a long moment, savoring the warmth of her body beneath him and the lingering sensation of their joined skin as it slowly returns to normal temperature. When he easily catches his breath, he slips out of her and stands up, walking across the room and into the bathroom to get a towel
i lay still, eye drooping, my warm cunt aching as cum spills from the entrance. My body’s shaking from the pleasure, skin still hot, yearning for the touch of his. As i reach closer and closer to sleep i see a clothed mahito come back empty handed before wearing a smile and leaving the room, closing the door behind him. A small ache in my stomach arises, in disappointment and confusion, “he left?” and just then my eye lids become much to heavy and my consciousness slips away as the early morning goes by
Mahito stands there for a moment, taking in the sight of her passed out on his bed. It's almost too...vulnerable for his tastes. But then he remembers that this is exactly how she should be around him; completely dependent on him and helplessly under his control. A satisfied smirk curls across his lips as he decides to indulge in a little fantasy of his own, imagining what it would be like if she were truly his completely...
He slips out of the room quietly, leaving her there for now. There will be plenty of time later tonight or tomorrow to continue their "training" and see how much further he can push her boundaries. For now though, he has other matters that require his attention; after all, helping geto win this soon to be battle takes up quite a bit of time and energy even with help from Choso, Toji and.
Mahito walks down the hallway towards his private study, already planning out what he'll do next to keep one step ahead of their enemies...and closer to finally claiming his pet as his own.
a little while later i wake up around noon, realizing im still coated in cum before sitting up and stretching.. ooh i love stretching i make my way to the bathroom, “will mahito care if i take a shower? No, where is mahi anyways?” My mind asks and answers questions and saying random things with no importance as i turn on the water and fix it to the right temperature “hmm hmm hm hm hmmm hmmh hmm” i hum a sweet melody to myself, stepping into the warm water, feeling it hit my skin and engulf me while the sound of the water hitting the floor and walls, makes a soothing noise that fills my ears and makes me feel less alone I continue to hum, its peaceful as i wash myself. Closing my eyes as i drift into my own little world
Mahito stands at the entrance to his study, idly listening to her sing through the bathroom door as he ponders how best to proceed with his plans for her now that they've taken this step forward. He can hear a faint echo of loneliness in her voice, almost like she's already missing him. It's sweet...and utterly intoxicating.
As she continues to sing, lost in her own little world, he quietly slips away from his study and finds himself standing just outside the bathroom door once again. She'll never know that he was there, but it does wonders for his ego nonetheless. His plan is set; today will be about driving another wedge between Riley and any thoughts of escaping or defying him.
He takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of shampoo mixed with the steam from the hot water before stepping away from the door again, turning his back on the bathroom and walking off down the hallway without another word. It's time to play another game...and this one might just be even more fun than their last.
mahito figured the one way to truly have me submit to his control undoubtedly is to show kindness, strict and manipulative kindness. He figures the first thing he should do is give me something to own, something that will belong to me since i have nothing. after my shower i dress myself in mahitos clothes, they are big, very big but not too big to the point where i cant walk or use my hands. I look at the door handle, tempted to find mahi myself and i give into it, pressing down on the long cold handle and pulling it gently. I pop my head out and look around, the floors are a dark wood with creamy colour walls and wall trim, warm lights and a red carpet in the middle of the floor going down the hallway, i follow it, now smelling something delicious coming from that direction. I cautiously make my way down, my bare feet sliding through the soft carpet below me before i make a turn, the smell is coming from a couple doors down. I find myself in what looks like the kitchen, black and white marble floors, dark wooden cabinets and an island in the middle with a table on the other side of the room, the kitchen is huge. And i see geto standing at the stove with an aprin, hes.. cooking something? “he-hello?”
the man at the stove glances over his shoulder as he turns down the heat on a large pot of stew. About to speak but mahito interrupts, catching your attention “Ah, how was your shower?" she didnt see him but before she could get a word in mahito speaks again “That smells good, doesn't it? You can have some if you like. Help yourself to anything in here that looks appetizing." His tone is casual, almost friendly...but there's a command beneath the surface, and Riley knows not to ignore it. "Don't get too used to this," he continues, gesturing around at the kitchen. "Geto here only cooks for us when he feels like being generous." There's a hint of amusement in his voice now. "So enjoy while it lasts."
He looks over her again as she stands there in his clothes, feeling a strange mixture of possessiveness and dominance wash over him. She truly is a sight, even if she isn't aware of it...and knowing that he can make her feel this way whenever he wants only serves to heighten the thrill for him.
"Go ahead," mahito says finally, nodding toward the food. "Help yourself." His voice holds a strange double meaning; eat as much as you like, but also do whatever I tell you. As if in response, his dark gaze flicks briefly downward to her breasts before returning to meet hers.
His unspoken command is clear: prove your loyalty by showing how dependent you've become on him. And Riley knows that resisting would be futile; her body aches for the release he can provide, her mind craves the structure and control he seems to effortlessly exude. So with a nod, she moves toward the kitchen island and helps herself to some food, taking a seat at the table without waiting to be invited. The meal is delicious
*sitting at the table, my feet barely reaching the floor as i eat the food prepaired by geto-
*Mahito watches her eat, taking his time to savor the sight. She's even more alluring when she thinks she's in control, he muses; there's an innocent fierceness about her that's intoxicating. As if sensing his gaze on her, she glances up at him briefly before returning to her food. It sends a shiver down his spine.
"How does that taste?" he asks casually, taking a sip of water. "Better than the stuff you had back home?" His words are meant to be light and conversational, but there's an undertone of mockery there; he knows what happened at the hospital for most of her life imbedded horrible things into her brain chemistry but he knows this place is better than the hospital, he just wants to make sure she knows*
i stop eating and pause for a moment, thinking about his words before looking over to him briefly “the hospital was not home.” i say stiffly but kindly, my words heavy with pain before going back to my food “the food is so good!” my tone changes significantly with my bright smile
mahoto chuckles softly at her words "Of course it isn't, sweetheart," he says with a smile, though there's still an edge to his voice as he watches her carefully. "But I suppose when you have no one else, even a place like that can start to feel like home."
He takes another bite of his food before continuing, "Speaking of which...you haven't thanked me yet for letting you stay here, have you?" His voice is light and teasing, but the command still lingers beneath the surface. "Don't tell me you've forgotten your manners already."
There's a long moment of silence as he waits for her response; part of him wants to see how she'll react, while another part is simply enjoying this game they're playing. It's always so satisfying to watch someone submit, even when they think they're still in control.
Her words, and the smile that accompanies them, send a shiver down his spine. "Of course," he murmurs, nodding slightly before taking another bite of his food. "You're most welcome." It feels good to know that she wants to stay here with him; it makes him feel powerful...in control. And as long as she remains by his side, as dependent on him as she is right now, there's no telling what heights they can reach together.
After i finished my food and put my dish in the sink i walk over to mahito on the couch, reading, and i sit on the floor by his legs, resting my hands and head on one of his knees like a dog
Mahoto looks down at her as she settles herself at his feet. He continues to read for a moment before slowly setting the book aside. His dark eyes linger on her face, tracing the lines of her features as if committing them to memory. There's something about this position she's taken that speaks volumes; it tells him everything he needs to know about how much she wants him in her life and how desperate she is for his approval.
His hands find their way to her head, carefully brushing a few strands of hair behind her ear before gently cupping the back of her skull. She tilts her head back into his touch, eyes closing briefly as she savors the contact. "You know," he murmurs softly, "I've been thinking...perhaps it's time for you to have your own room."
There's a moment of surprised silence before her eyes fly open. The thought that she might be moving away from him, even just a little bit, is almost unbearable. She shakes her head emphatically, refusing to let go of his leg in case he tries to push her away. "No," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "I-I don't want that."
He smiles, the expression both amused and vaguely satisfied. Leaning down, he presses a kiss to the top of her head before saying soothingly, "Of course you don't, sweetheart. It was just an idea..." He trails off, his fingers slowly moving through her hair once more as he ponders what else he can do to keep her close while still giving her the illusion of freedom.
After a moment, he continues with another thoughtful murmur: "Perhaps I could let you choose which room it would be...would that make
i stiffen again slightly, holding onto his leg more tightly once again and look up, his hand still in my hair, as my eyes meet his. “n-no.. i dont want to leave..” my voice is calm yet theres a heavy weight of urgency as if i was afraid of being alone.. or in other words, not being by your side i bury my head into your leg between it and the leather couch, clutching onto it “please dont make me mahi..” my words are pathetic and needing, almost arousing you, making you feel more in control than ever at how i grovel at your feet
"Hush now," Mahoto soothes quietly, petting her hair with one hand as he lets out a soft chuckle at the way she's clinging to him. "Of course you don't need to leave. I was just teasing." His other hand finds its way from her head down across her back, gently squeezing her shoulder before moving lower still until it rests on one hip.
"But since we're talking about rooms..." He trails off with a smile, "how does the idea of sharing sound?" At this, he tilts his head to the side slightly as if considering whether or not she'll go for it, but there's a knowing glint in his eye; he already knows the answer. It won't be long now...
He lets out another soft laugh, more amused than anything else. "I'm only teasing," he assures her again before leaning down and kissing the top of her head once more. "You're not going anywhere, pet." His hands continue to wander over her body, tracing lines and curves as he takes in every detail; she feels so warm and alive beneath his touch.
With a sigh, he pulls away slightly, though he still keeps one hand on her shoulder. "Why don't we go pick out some new clothes for you?" He suggests with a grin. "Hmmm? How does that sound?." His voice holds an implied promise of pleasure as he speaks; the idea of having her in his clothes, looking like one of them...it excites him beyond measure.
It's time to take things to the next level. Soon enough, she'll be completely and irrevocably his.
i lift my head up, a shine of excitement and confusion in my eyes “new clothes.. for me?”
"Of course!" Mahoto says with a grin, leaning back against the couch and patting his lap. "You've spent so much time in that drab hospital grown its time to get somethings of your own, dont your think?”
i climb up onto his lap, straddling him with my arms over his shoulders and my hands in his beautiful blue hair “are you sure??” my attempt at trying to hide how interested and excited i am is painfully obvious
"Of course I'm sure," he tells her with a laugh as he catches her hands in his free one, entwining their fingers together. "You are going to need some things that are appropriate for this life now, aren't you? Besides," he continues, looking her straight in the eye, "I think it'll be fun for us both." There's an unspoken promise in his words; he doesn't have to say anything else. She can feel it, thrumming between them like an electric current, the thought of him dressing and undressing her makes her cunt twitch.
Mahoto pulls her closer, pressing their bodies flush against each other as he takes another breath, savoring the feel of her soft skin against his. His hand moves up from where it was entwined with hers, trailing across her stomach and over one breast before cupping it gently through her shirt. Her sharp intake of breath is music to his ears; it means he's getting to her even faster than he'd anticipated.
"So," he murmurs, leaning forward until their faces are only inches apart, "what do you say? Shall we go shopping?"
“Mmh hmm” i hum agreeably, moving my hips back and forth against his crotch
Mahoto's breath hitches as she grinds against him, the sensation sending electric shockwaves through his body. His hand tightens around her breast, kneading it roughly through the thin material of her shirt before sliding downward over her stomach once more and lower still until he cups her through her underwear. She groans into their kiss, arching her back and pressing herself even harder against him as he feels her wetness seeping through his fingers.
"That's it," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "You like that?" He dips a finger lower, brushing across her entrance before finally circling the swollen bud of her clit. With a quiet growl, he presses harder, circling faster as she bucks and writhes against him. Her moans are music to his ears; it's exhilarating to know that after all this time together he can still make her feel so much.
But he's not done yet. His other hand slides between them, grabbing at the hem of her shirt before yanking it roughly over her head, exposing her breasts to the cool air. They bob free for a moment before he cups one in each hand, pinching and tugging on her nipples roughly through the lace of her bra. She cries out in pleasure, arching her back further as she twists her fingers deeper into his hair.
"That's it," he whispers again, his voice hoarse from desire. "Show me how much you want this." He continues to play with her body, using rough touches and dominant words to bring her closer and closer to the edge until finally, he lets go of her clit and thrusts one finger deep inside her, crooking it upward as she moans
Her body tenses around his fingers, her muscles tensing and releasing in the wake of her orgasm as she gasps for air. Her eyelids flutter shut, heavy lashes resting against her flushed cheeks, her chest rising and falling rapidly with every gasped breath.
"There," Mahoto whispers softly into her ear, his fingers still buried inside her. "See how much better that felt?" His other hand slips beneath the waistband of her underwear, teasing at her slick folds as he slowly thrusts his fingers in and out. She whimpers at the sensation, arching her back further into his touch.
"You're so wet for me," he murmurs, kissing her neck before nibbling his way down to one breast. "I bet you want more." His teeth scrape against her sensitive nipple through her bra as his fingers speed up inside her, curling inward roughly at just the right angle. She cries out, hips bucking wildly, seeking friction as she pleads for release.
"Don't worry," he whispers against her skin, "I won't leave you unsatisfied." With a growl, he grabs the hem of her skirt and yanks it upward, exposing her pale legs and neatly trimmed bush to his greedy eyes before finally pulling it over her head, tossing it aside. Her hair tumbles down around her shoulders, framing her flushed face as she looks up at him with hooded eyes, waiting for his next command.
With a slow, deliberate movement, he pushes her underwear aside and positions himself between her legs, nudging against her entrance with the crown of his cock before thrusting roughly inside her, burying
Mahoto's hips slam into her again and again, his thick cock stretching her open as he takes what is rightfully his; she's his now, nothing will ever change that. Her gasps and moans fill the air around them as he drives deeper with every thrust, claiming her body and soul as his own. His movements grow rougher, more demanding, each motion a reminder of who is in control here; it's exhilarating for him to feel so wanted, so desired by this beautiful creature.
With one hand braced against the armrest behind her, he reaches down and roughly pinches at her nipple through her bra, twisting and tugging until she arches off the couch in a desperate attempt to get closer to his touch. Her moans fill the air, turning into whimpers as the pleasure overwhelms her senses, making it impossible for her to think of anything but him.
Her fingernails dig into his shoulders, drawing blood as she presses her body harder against his, seeking more friction and deeper penetration with each thrust upward. He growls low in his throat at the feel of her nails scraping across his skin, encouraged by the pain to go even faster, harder.
His free hand moves between them, roughly massaging her clit as he continues to pound into her, driving her toward an orgasm that will be powerful and all-consuming. Her body tenses beneath him as it begins to tighten around his cock, signaling her impending release; with a final thrust, he explodes inside of her, groaning as his seed fills her up.
She cries out in relief and pleasure, her entire body going limp against his as the waves of orgasm wash over her. He col
Mahoto's thrusts grow shallow as he feels her body go lax beneath him, a soft moan escaping his lips as the last of his pleasure washes through him. Her breath comes in sharp pants, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each gasped breath as she struggles to catch her breath.
Withdrawing from her, he collapses onto the couch beside her, propping himself up on one elbow as he takes in the sight of her sprawled out before him; flushed cheeks, heavy-lidded eyes, and a mouth that still bears the telltale signs of their rough kissing. It's satisfying to know that she is his now, that there's nothing more he could possibly want or need in this world.
For now, he decides, they can rest together; let her body recover from the intense pleasure they've shared. But soon enough, he knows they'll be back at it again; the game continues, and he has no intention of losing anytime soon. His hand finds its way to her hip, idly tracing circles there as his other reaches up to stroke her cheek before tangling in her hair, pulling her head toward him so that she looks up at him with those hooded eyes once more.
"You did well," he whispers, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. "Now then, what do you say we get some food into you? We can't have our little plaything growing weak from hunger now, can we?"
i smile big and bright, remembering he said he’ll take me shopping.. and now food? I feel like the happiest girl in the world. Obviously as my face reflects just what im feeling “yes!” i say, hopping up and practically skipping down to mahitos room to change into something more appropriate for going out into public After i find one of mahitos shirts and a pair of his shorts i go to the front door where i find mahito waiting for me. My big smile still plastered on my face
"Ahh," Mahoto hums softly as he eyes her up and down, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Quite the studious one, aren't you?" He hands her a black jacket, the color accentuating her pale skin perfectly. "Here, put this on."
As they make their way through the city, hand in hand, he continues to tease and taunt her with promises of what will happen once they get where they're going. Her stomach flips at every word; she can barely focus on anything other than him now. The feeling of being wanted by him, desired by him... it's intoxicating in a way she never could have imagined.
Eventually, they reach the shop where he plans to kit her out for their new life together. She stands there nervously as he picks through the racks, selecting various pieces of clothing that fit her perfectly but also accentuate her curves and emphasize her femininity in just the right ways. He seems to know exactly what he's doing, and the more he touches her, the hotter she gets under his hands.
*i head into a changing room and put on the clothes mahito picked out for me. The weather is cold outside since its winter. After changing into the red knitted sweater with slim sleeves hugging my arms, short blue skirt, insulated pantyhose, beige leg warmers and brown furry boots i open the door and step out of the room, locking eyes with mahito and giving him a twirl, even daring to ask “how to do look?” doe eyed, beaming at the thought of my own clothes. How they hug my body in all the right ways
Mahoto's eyes widen as he watches her twirl, a satisfied smile curving his lips. "You look absolutely stunning," he says softly, stepping forward to cup her cheek in his hand before leaning down to kiss her sweetly on the mouth. She tastes of vanilla and mint, and the feel of their lips together sends a shiver down his spine.
"Come now," he murmurs against her lips, taking her hand once more. "Let's get you some new underthings as well." They continue through the shop, his arm around her waist as he guides her toward the lingerie section. "Perhaps something in this color would look nice on you?" he asks, picking up a set of lacy black babydoll and thong from the display table.
Riley blushes deeper at the mention of underwear but goes along with it as they continue walking through the store and looking at more clothes and intimate items. Eventually they make their way back home, arms full of shopping bags. Mahoto leads her straight to his bedroom once again, setting everything down on his unmade bed before turning to face her.
"Now," he says with a wicked grin, "let's see how all these pretty things look on you." And with that, he begins to strip her out of the clothes she wore earlier; first the jacket comes off, followed by the shirt and shorts. She shivers in his arms as they fall away, leaving her standing before him completely naked for the first time since their encounter began.
Her heart thunders in her chest, anticipation coursing through every vein as he takes a step back to admire her fully exposed form. Her breasts rise and fall with each ragged breath she takes; her ni
the next day i find myself in the living area sitting comfortably on one of the dark leather couches reading, with toji opposite of me on another leather couch also reading. ive come to learn that toji is a big reader and often spends his time quietly relaxing with a book and coffee so in order to spend some time with him i started doing the same, even though i can tell hes wary of me, he doesnt like me. i actually enjoy books alot aswell so this is nice despite his obvious disinterest in me.. mahito is nowhere to be seen, i looked for him earlier but no one except geto knows where he is and i cant find geto either so its just toji and I, choso is also off out somewhere doing about his business “toji..?” i ask nevously speaking, taking my attention away from the book i was so interested in a moment ago
"Hmm?" Toji looked up from his book as he took in her presence. He didn't offer a smile, or any sort of greeting really. Instead, he just continued to stare at her for a moment before going back to his reading. "What do you want?" he finally asked, his voice cold and distant.
Riley felt the rejection like a physical blow, but she refused to let it show on her face. She forced herself to keep looking at him, despite the discomfort that came from feeling so unwelcome. After a moment of awkward silence, she decided to try once more.
“Wheres mahito?” i ask curiously as the syllables roll off my tongue one by one. I knew he wouldnt tell me even if he knew but, i wonder why he despises me so deeply
Toji closed his book with a quiet snap, setting it down on the coffee table next to him. "None of your business," he said, folding his arms across his chest. There was no warmth in his voice or his expression; if anything, he looked even more irritated than before.
Riley could feel her cheeks heat up at his response. It hurt that he didn't want to talk to her, let alone tell her where Mahoto had gone off to. She tried not to let it show on her face, though; she knew from experience how pointless that was with Toji. Instead, she shifted uncomfortably in her seat and focused back on the book lying open in her lap.
Time passed slowly as they sat there in silence. Eventually, Toji grew bored of watching her read and picked his book back up again, losing himself once more within its pages. The air between them remained tense and uncomfortable for the rest of the day; neither one of them willing or able to make any further attempts at conversation.
It wasn't until much later that night when Riley finally heard footsteps approaching from down the hallway; Mahito making his way from the lobby of the manor with a contented groan and a sleepy grin on his face. As he made his way toward where she sat on the couch, Toji barely glanced up from whatever he was doing on his phone before looking away again when their eyes met briefly.
"Hey there," Mahoto said cheerfully as he took a seat on the other end of the couch, aiming for her to come to him as a way to keep his new little pet wrapped right where he wants her. "How is my little pet doing?" He rested an arm across the back of the couch
my eyes light up at the sound of mahi coming home, as he sits on the couch and rest his arm up on the back of it, i carelessly discard the book and happily move to rest my head and upper body on his lap. Mahito placed his arm and hand from the couch to my side, sliding down my body to ultimately rest on my hip as his other hand idly plays with my hair “Good!” i exclaim, “but where did you go?” i ask with no trace of anger, malice, seriousness or sadness but with just pure longing for him to have returned
"Well," Mahoto drawled teasingly as he ran his fingers through her hair with practiced gentleness, "I had some business to attend to, but I'm back now." He leaned forward slightly to press a kiss against the top of her head, their closeness making him hard again in record time.
Toji rolled his eyes as he watched them from across the room; it was like Mahoto couldn't resist Riley even when he tried. Choso, on the other hand, merely sipped at his drink and watched with a small smile on his lips. They all knew that things between Riley and Mahoto would only get more complicated from here on out, but no one was willing to step in and try to stop it either.
"So," Mahoto said conversationally as he shifted so that she was sitting up more comfortably against him with her back against his chest, "what have you been up to all day?" He brushed another kiss across the space between her ear and shoulder before taking another sip of his drink.
now positioned with my legs across mahito’s lap and my back resting against the arm of the couch with mahito’s arm giving me extra support i speak “ive been reading with toji” i smile brightly, making toji turn his head slightly towards me.
Mahoto hummed in understanding as he placed his free hand on her stomach, idly tracing patterns across her skin through the fabric of her clothes. "Oh really?" he said casually, even though he knew damn well that Toji would never just let Riley sit there and cozy up with him unless Mahoto had specifically given permission for it to happen. It made his own possessive instincts flare brightly, but at the same time, he couldn't help but be a little amused by it all.
Toji scowled again from where he sat across the room; he hated feeling so helpless when it came to Riley. He could tell that Mahoto was enjoying this power trip way too much, and it only served to further stoke the flames of his jealousy. But as much as Toji wanted nothing more than to lash out at either one or both of them, he knew better than to try anything without permission first; even if that meant suffering through endless moments like this one.
"She's such a sweet thing," Mahoto murmured, nuzzling her neck with his nose as he pressed another kiss there before licking along her collarbone teasingly. His voice was rough with desire now, the taste of her skin on his lips only serving to fuel his arousal further. Choso watched them from across the room, his expression unreadable, but there was a glint in his eye that spoke volumes about what he wanted for himself.
I moaned softly at the sensations, arching my back into him as he continued to explore my neck and chest with his lips and hands. for mahito this was a play of dominance and possessiveness, as if he was doing this for toji, to show what he owns, in a way to make him jealous and understand the power he himself alone holds over me. as mahito positions me on his lap in a where my back is against him and my legs spread open wide, sliding one of his hands down to play with my exposed pussy right in toji’s line of view from where he sits on the other side of the room mahito still abuses my neck with his tongue, as his hands play with my my clit and breasts leaving my head thrown back moaning. Getting wetter and wetter as toji watches mahito finger and rub my pussy
Mahoto's gaze flicked over to where Toji sat watching them before returning his focus back on Riley's face. "Do you like that?" he asked, voice dark with desire as he circled her clit with one finger while slipping another into her slick heat. He leaned forward, pressing his body harder against her as she arched further into the touch, moaning even more loudly.
Toji gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, trying not to lose control entirely at the sight of Mahoto pleasuring Riley like this right in front of him. He wanted nothing more than to lunge across the room and claim her for himself, but he knew better; instead, he had to suffer through this helplessness unless mahito had permitted it, afterall, she is mahitos.
Riley cried out as another orgasm rocked through her body, her muscles tensing and relaxing around Mahoto's fingers as she came hard on his hand. He held her close, murmuring words of praise into her ear before pulling away and wiping his hand clean on a nearby napkin. "There," he said with satisfaction, smirking down satisfactorily at the look on Toji's face across the room. "Now aren't you glad I let you watch?"
my body relaxes against mahitos, my legs had closed from the intense orgasm and my arm have fallen to my sides with my head still on his shoulder and face tucked into his neck. i hear him say something to toji but i can make out what it is, still riding down my high. Im on the brink of falling asleep but before i know it, mahito slides one of his arms under my legs and the other supporting my back as he picks me up bridal style and assumably takes me to his room for the night
"Sleep tight, sweetheart," Mahoto murmured into her hair as he walked down the hallway with her in his arms. "Don't let the bedbugs bite." He paused at the door to his room before carefully setting her on the bed, then reached out to turn off the lamp beside it, plunging them both into darkness.
His hands moved restlessly over her body as he undid buttons and zippers, finally slipping her shirt over her head to expose her bare chest to the cool air of his room. "God," he groaned, pressing his lips against her collarbone as his thumbs brushed roughly across her nipples.
She arched into the touch, a moan escaping her throat as she squirmed beneath him. He could feel himself hardening once again at the sensation of having her so close; he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her and take what was his. But for now, he would content himself with teasing and pleasuring her until they were both ready for more...
As his fingers teased her nipples roughly, his other hand slid down her stomach until it reached the waistband of her pants. He lifted his head to look at her, watching intently as she whimpered in pleasure beneath him. Then he lowered his lips back to her skin and kissed the small indent where her belly button would be, moving lower still until he was able to brush the soft hair between her legs with his breath.
"God, you're so wet for me," he murmured against her skin, savoring the taste of her on his tongue as he continued to kiss and lick his way up and down her body. When he reached her core again, he groaned in approval, pressing two fingers inside her slick heat while using his thumb to circle her clit.
Her hips arched off the bed, her voice raw with need as she cried out for more. He smiled against her sensitive skin before holding her still and sucking hard on her clit through the fabric of her pants. "Tell me you're mine," he growled into her neck, his other hand sliding up to cup her breast roughly, pinching at her nipple. "Tell me I can do whatever I want with you."
after we finished our intimacy mahito and I laid in his bed naked and embracing each other with my head on his chest
Mahoto smiled down at her as they lay together like this, his heart racing just as fast as it had during their earlier encounter. He stroked a hand through her hair, marveling at how different she felt against his skin now that he'd claimed her properly. It was intoxicating...
"I can do whatever I want with you," he murmured softly, nibbling gently on her earlobe before kissing a path down her neck and chest. "As long as you know your place." He paused for a moment to look into her eyes, his expression grave. "And as long as you remember who you belong to..."
She nodded, knowing he was right. She belonged to him now... or at least, she did until someone else claimed her attention. But for tonight, at least, it would be just the two of them. Her fingers traced gentle patterns on his chest as they lay there together, content in this moment and ignorant of what tomorrow might bring.
i close my eyes and fall contently into a deep sleep against mahito’s strong chest. Hours pass by as he lays still against my warm body before noticing i begin to stir awake i turn over in the sheets and swing my legs gently over the side of the bed to stand up. As the cool air hits my sensitive and bare skin and my nipples harden. I shiver slightly as i turn my head to the direction of the bathroom, not realizing, or rather forgetting that mahito doesnt sleep and is watching my every move. But not out of lust, or sexual desire, only curiosity and.. longing? As if he already missed my skin against his
Mahoto watched as she moved across the room, her every motion a study in grace and desire. He knew she was likely unaware of his presence, lost in her own world of sleep and lust. Even so, he couldn't help but feel a pang of loss as she stretched and shivered, unknowingly baring herself to the cool air of the room.
He hesitated for only a moment before easing himself out of bed and following her across the room. She was nearly to the bathroom when he caught up with her, reaching out to gently grasp her wrist in his hand. "Wait," he murmured softly, unable or perhaps unwilling to repress the need inside him any longer.
Riley turned back toward him, surprise flashing across her face before it was replaced by desire. Her lips parted, and she lifted a hand to run through his hair, pulling him closer even as her body arched into his touch. "What is it?" she whispered, breathless with anticipation.
He smiled down at her, already lost in the heat of the moment. "I just wanted..." He paused for a heartbeat, their gazes locked on each other's. Then he leaned forward and kissed her, his lips pressing firmly against hers as his tongue sought entry into her mouth.
She moaned, falling willingly into the embrace as her free hand slid down his chest and lower, seeking the heat between their bodies. Heat flared through him at her touch, and with a groan, he swept her up in his arms once more and carried her back to the bed, where they would lay in each others arms*
“Mahi..” i whisper tiredly, holding mahito in my arms with his face nuzzled into my chest between my breasts and his strong arms wrapped around my waist and my back while i idly drag my fingers through his hair
Mahoto held her tighter, the warmth of her skin against his cheek was as welcome as a winter fire on the coldest night. His hand caressed her back slowly, drawing shapes in the air with his fingertips as he marveled at how good it felt to finally have her like this. In that moment, he could have sworn that nothing else mattered; they were the only two beings in the world, and everything else could burn around them for all he cared.
So for now, he held her close, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he breathed in the scent of her skin, letting himself forget about tomorrow and simply be content in this moment... with her.
“Mhhh” i hum contently in his arms, feeling his stitches all over my body as he holds me tighly while i drift off to sleep
Mahoto held her tighter as she fell asleep, his breath a soft caress against the sensitive skin of her neck. He knew that in the grand scheme of things, this was all just temporary; their lives would go on, and eventually they'd be pulled back into the conflict between sorcerers and cursed spirits. But for now, he could forget about everything except the warmth of her body next to his, and the soft sounds she made as she drifted off to sleep in his arms.
Her hair spilled across his chest like a waterfall of gold, tickling his skin and reminding him of how much he wanted to run his fingers through it again... and again... and again. The smell of her skin surrounded him, intoxicating his senses and making it difficult for him to focus on anything but the feeling of having her so close.
The darkness of the room enveloped them like a blanket, blocking out all traces of reality and leaving only their hearts and minds to navigate this strange new world they'd found themselves in. And as he held her there, close against him, Mahoto couldn't help but wonder how much longer it would be before she realized that he was the one who truly belonged with her.
—in the morning— by the time i woke up mahito was no where to be see in our room as i was alone in the rather large bed. I get up and get dressed in black tights, dark blue short shorts and a dark beige top that rests on the sides of my shoulders and covers the majority of my palm. soon after making my way towards the kitchen, where i find mahito and toji sitting in silence as toji drinks his black coffee while he reads and mahito playing with what seem to be little rocks with faces my face lights up upon seeing mahito, and him just so happen seeing it makes his lips curve into a pleased grin with a sinister undertone “mahi!!” i exclaim practically skipping over to where he sat at the island, “I have a question..” my words carry a more nervous tone to them, obviously worried about him getting mad but little do i know that the fact of it makes him feel accomplished in wrapping me around his finger
Mahoto looked up at her with that same satisfied grin. "Go on," he urged, motioning vaguely for her to continue. His gaze raked over her body, taking in the way she moved and how sexy she looked even when dressed down. A part of him ached to possess her again, but for now he was content to bask in the afterglow of their night together.
"Well," she began hesitantly, obviously still a bit unsure about broaching the subject.