This is honestly just a collection of random erotica drabbles, that will involve Various J-Rockers. 18+ only! If you don't like reading sex, then you really should not read this collection. Drabbles by definition, are super short writings that range...
A.N: This contains talk and scenes of female on male domestic violence. It also contains talk of female on male rape. Reader discretion is advised.
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As soon as Die walked through the door of the apartment that he shared with his girlfriend Cho, he felt a sudden bloom of pain across his face. He hadn't seen Cho lying in wait for him and her palm had come across his face viciously. His head snapped to the side so hard, it caused a sprain in his neck. Great, he was going to have neck pain for about a week now. And the worst part? He didn't even know what he had done to deserve the abuse. But then, he never did know. He couldn't understand why she did this to him.
"Where the fuck were you Daisuke!? You should have been home an hour ago! And why didn't you answer your phone!? I called you four times! You know, to answer me the first time! How do you still not understand what I expect of you!?" She seethed, sinking her hands into his hair and wrenching his head down so she could get into his face.
He glared at her. He fucking hated to be called Daisuke. She knew that. But still it was all she ever called him. She couldn't even bring herself to care enough, to use his preferred name. Feeling a rare spark of anger fill his chest, he lifted his hand and yanked hers from his hair. He then put both his hands on her chest and shoved her back, throwing more weight than he intended into it.
She stumbled back and lost her balance, landing on her ass hard. He saw as the look of absolute shock overtook her features. He had never raised his hands to her in retaliation. But he wasn't stopping now. If he didn't do something, she would beat the hell out of him again tonight.
"Keep your filthy fucking hands to yourself Cho. I'm sick of your shit. I'm sick of your abuse and I'm disgusted by you. You make me fucking sick. My skin crawls every time you touch me. And when you decide that you want my dick, regardless of how I feel about it. I have to think about literally anyone else that isn't you, to get it up. Because you'll hurt me if it doesn't. And then I have to dissappear somewhere else mentally, while you fuck me. Because if I say no, you're liable to cut it off, but mostly you'll ignore me and force yourself on me anyway. How does it feel to be a filthy, morally bankrupt and abusive rapist!? Because that's what you are. You're done. I'm done. This is fucking done. Get your shit and get the fuck out of my house." He bellowed, his rage finally rearing its head from where it had been buried under fear and hopelessness for so long.
"How dare you! You're a fucking pathetic excuse for a man! And rape!? Men can't be raped, asshole. If your cock gets hard, then you want it. End of story. And throw me out? I don't think so. You wouldn't have the balls to throw me out. And abuse you!? Well if you just fucking did what you were told, I wouldn't have to hit you or force you back into your place. But you don't! You never fucking learn and the only way you'll listen, is if I make you hurt. This is all your fault Daisuke! You only have yourself to blame. I wouldn't be like this, if you just did what you were supposed to!"
He lunged forward and gripped her shirt with his hands and hauled her up. She let out a shout of surprise, as she felt her feet lift off the floor and dangle in the air.
