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🍋 Masochistic!Yandere 🍋

: make him hurt :

His name : Nesshin
Meaning: eager

I'd like to add a warning, this chapter is pretty messed up, reader is a sadist and abusive. But I guess the yandere is a bit abusive as well. Lots of rough sex and stuff. Also a bit of sexual self harm(I feel uncomfortable just typing that.-.)? Where someone hurts themself to get off. Reader does care for the yandere somewhat but is a terrible partner in general. If this is too much or uncomfortable for you, just click off and take care of yourself, its just a fictional story and not worth making yourself uncomfortable. Obviously, I don't condone or accept abuse, I just felt like writing it. I feel like I've written romanticized abuse so if this chapter disappears don't be surprised, I feel gross for even publishing this.
Regardless, enjoy. 💌

"Please, please, please-" You grabbed his hair and pulled him up for a kiss. Nesshin moaned into it and whined, hands cuffed and tied above his head. You sucked his tongue into your mouth, lightly biting it now and again. A hand groped his member through the panties he wore, having him buck up for more friction. At his eagerness, you gave him a tight and painful squeeze. He choked and twitched in response. Nesshin squirmed and tried desperately to hump into your hand, unto no avail. You deepened the kiss and bit him harder, he cried out. A red blush coated his face. The man pulled back for a moment, straining the hairs in your hold.

"Y/n! Y/n, pl-please let me! Let me cum! I promise to behave!"

You let go of his member, chosing to run your hand all over his body, scratching him as hard as you could with your finger nails. He half screamed your name, crying and came. The fluid splattered on his bare chest and stomach. Looking down at the mess of him, you laughed. There was nothing better than this, your boy toy boyfriend splayed open and weak below you. Drenched in cum and sweat and covered in blood. He was dazed, his body spasmed in overstimulation, you'd been at it for hours and his dick was still hard. Which made you laugh harder. At the sound of your voice his face lit up a brighter red, his ears and neck shared the same complexion.

"Wow, you really are stupid." You grinned.

His body had many scars, some from you, some from himself, bruises coated him in a picturesque sort of way. As much as you pretended to regret the things you've done to this man, the temptations were far more satisfying. The way he'd beg for you to hit him one more time or the amount of times he'd purposefully tick you off or even the times he'd literally get on his knees and whine for you to sit on his face was astonishing. Amazing even. Meeting him was the best decision you had ever made.

You often wondered when he'd try to leave you, so far he seemed so... content? It weirded you out but you'd never say a word, he'd be yours as long as you felt the exhilarating feeling of power. Beknownst to you, how you felt about the relationship didn't matter to Zesshin, as long as you stayed and continued this arrangement he'd always be happy. The combo of his favorite person and sharing his favorite kinks was a dream he wished he'd never wake up from.

He giggled playfully at the insult, rubbing his legs against each other. Blood smearing between them. His unbuttoned shirt now filthy and torn. Today was just for fun, not a punishment or anything. No, those were far, far worse than just a couple scratches.

The leather collar on his neck often had rubbed his skin raw, combined with the cold chain that spilled off his torso and onto the bed was one of the most treasured pieces of pain he loved. The scorching burn always riled him up. You tugging on the chain has almost had him cum from that alone on a multitude of occasions and due to him being so easy to spill his seed, you often made him go for multiple long sessions in a single night. Leaving him utterly exhausted by the next day. Not that he minded, of course.