Saccharin『 yandere o.shots』(Requests: OPEN)

Onodera "Punyama" Punpun (P2) 🔞☣️

second request i ever made, sorry for the other RQster, this one was more detailed in what they wanted and it made it easier for me to write.

MC: same as the last OS, continuation.

warnings: under negotiated kink/ noncon kink (he pulls the masochism(?) card on reader). SH by snusnu (punpun). noncon-somno (mentioned, not in detail). the sex is dubcon on both sides, the L-bomb.

there is penetrative(ish, can be read as MC using their hand) sex but it isn't specified on which end. choose whatever you think is thematically appropriate. 

this has a weird fucked-up POV. not sure if this is third-omniscient or mixed.

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"punpun..." you insisted, "who's aiko?"

his smile dropped, he was quiet. dead eyes, looking everywhere and nowhere. you were at a standstill.

"i left everything for her, we were destine to be... why does... why does people who say they love me hurt me?"

his hand neared the gauze, "i just... why do i let them hurt me?" it felt like a question he once had when small--- he looked small when said.

his arms were limp from where they were connected to his loose shoulders, posture reminding you of a hanged corpse. you grabbed his hand from where it swung at his side, and pulled him inside, neverminding his shoes tracking red, gravel and dirt across your floors.

he sat on your sofa, the place you slept, one of your blankets hanging off his shoulders. kneeling in front of him.

"what happened to your eye?" you held him closer.

his mouth opens, "kiss me" he says instead.

you cupped his face softly, gently brushing his cheek, your lips pressed on his. his chapped lips soft like well-worn leather. it was chaste, a peck of fairytale doves.

then, he pressed down--- while you spread your stance as to avoid straining your back--- he grabbed your nape to crush you closer while you gripped his shoulders as to not fall, noses bumping as he moved his tongue against yours; he kissed like an addict getting his fix. he tasted you, lapping up at the lingering taste of chocolate and leaving only seasalt.

when you two finally separate, it was your hand that decided to affectionately interlace with the one still resting on the back of your neck. he pulled away, suddenly backtracking until he was flush against the backrest of the couch panting. you blinked at the awkward sudden twist of your arm. he stared at your still-held hands with an unreadable expression.

if it wasn't for the weight of his stare, you'd find the scene funny.

punpun shifted, looking ashamed for a second. eventually, his fingers squeeze down on yours just a bit, gently. and then, very quietly, he manages to get an actual string of words out. 

“do it again.”

you smile gently, fixing which arm you used to hold his hand.

you kiss him again, "again." he says, another and another. all of them equally as soft, each of them a different place: his forehead, his moles, his nose, until pressing another to his lips. 

before he asked for another you decided to volunteer to speak his thoughts, "do you want something more?"

he asked you nicely, too. in his own way. the words were bland but it was the way he delivered them; the defeated and desperate way he asked you, a hesitant and embarrassed "...touch me."

he inhaled a sharp breath when you rested a hand on his leg, you continued, fingertips moving from his thigh to his navel underneath his shirt then go his chest, ignoring the brush of his nipple to feel his heartbeat, "does it feel better?" you asked, smiling kindly.