Identity V Fem! Reader x Hunters: The Drawing Game

Night 1

[Key. (y/n)= you/name. (c/_)= color]
[WARNING: sex, rape, bad words. (But it's not that bad.)]

Everyone had to look up at the ceiling when drawing. Suddenly Joseph, The Photographer raised his golden bead victoriously. "Here, the golden bead." The other hunters looked at him, envious.

The Photographer reached a hand to you, and you refused to take it. At your reluctance, you saw some hurt in his blue eyes, only for him to grab you by the wrist and pull you to your feet.
You struggled by kicking his legs and scratching his arms. The other hunters laughed together at your resistance. Suddenly your arms were held behind you and cuffed together by metal handcuffs, courtesy of Gamekeeper.
After you were contained, The Photographer accepted the keys to your binding, and tied a rope around your neck, like a leash. The other hunters laughed at your misery as you whimpered and fought against Photographer's tying. You could see some hunters even growing tents in their pants as they gazed at you.

Like a slave, Photographer led you down the halls and to his apartment. You whined as he threw you into his doorway, locking the door behind him. The interior was shown to be all vintage French. It was beautiful, and it was lit by candles until he activated the low lights.
"Ma Cherie," He spoke. You were startled by his politeness. He took off your rope leash, and uncuffed you.
"Y-yes?" You asked.
"Ah, you do speak!" He exclaimed, pleased and now beaming. He began to untie his ruffly white neck piece, and unbuttoned his fancy blue top. You became frightened, and ran for the door, but the lock was too high for your reach. Dammit, why are hunters so tall! You felt a cold hand on your shoulder, and turned to see Joseph naked! You covered your eyes in embarrassment.
You heard him laugh light heartedly. "It's okay, you can see me." He cooed in his French accent. " He took your hands from your eyes and felt your hair as you looked up at him. Out of curiosity, your eyes traveled down to his crotch. It was curved up, and erect.
"Do you like it?~" Your face heated up. You knew that these hunters saved you from the rocket chair just to rape you... but Photographer was somewhat nice. You hated to admit it, but you were slightly into this gentleman. Damn that smile of his.
You spoke up again. "M...Mister Photographer..."
"Call me Joseph, Darling.~"
You gulped. "Are- are you all going to rape me?"
Joseph thought for a moment, frowning. He held your chin softly, his clean long nails showing. "Yes, my dear, unless you enjoy it of course. Then it would not be considered a crime."
Your chin in his hand, he moved the two of your faces together and kissed you hard. You tried to move away, but he pushed you against the door, still kissing you. His man parts hung in front of you, rubbing against your pants. He broke the kiss to look into your eyes with his blue ones, and lift ted off your shirt. Scared, you didn't fight back... He touched your breast through your bra, and smiled. "Mmm~" He moaned to you. "You like that?" It was obvious you liked it, but so embarrassing to be touched like that by a man. He continued by unclasping your bra, and pulling it off you. You moved your arms in the way to hide them, but he pulled your arms off, and held them to either side of you, your arms hit the door, making him laugh again. "Don't make too much noise, my sweet."
Holding your arms up, he went down and licked your left nipple. It made you shiver. He suddenly put his whole mouth on your titty, and sucked passionately, looking up at you. Your expression gave away that you liked this.
He popped his mouth off, making you shake from the sensation. He giggled, unbuttoned your pants, and pulled them down without permission. You tried to resist his strength to no avail. Next, he pulled them completely off by lifting up your feet. You were left alone in your panties. He smirked, and you saw his erect dick twitch in delight at seeing you. He rubbed your womanhood through your panties. "Mnn, I see you've been enjoying this, you're all warm down here~" He took your panties off and you immediately snapped your legs together and covered your pp with your hands.
"P-please don't do this!" You begged, scared.
"Oh little darling, I'm sorry. But I cannot resist your beauty~ Besides, you don't know if you like it until you try it- -with me~♡"
He lifted you up and away from the door and threw you onto his big fancy bed set, making you bounce a bit before laying on your back. Right away he forced your legs apart and stood in between them, and pryed your arms away from your crotch with his pale ones.
"Let me go! I don't want this!" You yelled, tears errupting from your eyes.
He frowned at you in pity. "Oh please, Darling, don't act like that." He stood at the side of the bed, and bent down to kiss you passionately as you laid on its edge.
His lips were so soft, and his breath warm with the slight taste of expensive wine, residual from hours ago. His tongue moved into your mouth, and he played with yours. You tried to move your arms again, but his weight was too much. Finally one of your arms was released as he used his hand to fondle your breast again. Bullets of pleasure make you create small moans and twitch. He liked it, and sucked on your nipples again.
"Mmm, Darling, your moans are so lovely!"
You felt something hard push against your reproductive entrance. (So many names for vagina, I know.)
You lifted your head and looked down there to see his long, hard, blushing dick moving up and down your area. He hit your clit, causing you to let a moan escape your lips.

"You like it?~"

". . . Y-yes."

"Good.~"
Without a warning he slowly pushed his length into you.
You gasped in pain, and started to tear up. You whined at the pain. "Stop, I'm a virgin!"
The tall man flipped his beautiful white ponytail off his shoulder and spoke softer to you and lovingly. "I'll go as gentle as I can." He said as he looked into your eyes softly.
He moved in and out of you slowly for a minute or two before you felt the pleasure in it.
You moaned nice and load, and increased your breath for him. You moaned more for him to go faster.

Joseph enjoyed it so much, he couldn't keep it in. "My sweet little lady~" He said while thrusting his member in and out if you. "You feel so good~ ah!♡" He set up his nearby camera while pumping himself into you, and it snapped a picture of you two.

"Please, ah, I don't want to be pregnant!' You added while panting.

"Don't worry, h-hunters and survivors can't be, *pant* cross-bred without Miss Nightingale's magic potion. Just drink it and your body can work with the semen of hunters . . . maybe you'll want my children."
He snapped another picture to the side using a free hand.

You felt him hit a certain spot, and moaned loudly. He noticed, and kept hitting that spot. It made your breath quicken, and it felt so good.

"Sh-shit," Joseph breathed from above you. "Darling, I'm gonna-!"

He released his cum into you, and it was warm. You came soon after, making a breathy sigh, and instantly snapped back to reality, but with a tired mind and body.

Joseph kissed your cheek, dragged your limp form up to the head of the bed, and tucked you in his thick pink comforter and his white sheets. He got in with you, lifted your head and laid you on a big poofy (c/ ) pillow, oddly a favorite color of yours. He then untied his long, wavy white hair, and laid in his big fancy bed with you, arms caressing you.
"Darling?" He whispered softly in your ear. "What is your real name, if you please?"
You (liked/hated) what had just happened.

[LIKE: " . . . promise you won't tell the others?" He kissed your cheek in agreement. "It's . . . (y/n)."
Joseph smiled against your neck and repeated it, hugged you, and fell asleep.

[HATE: " . . . "
Joseph sighed. "I wish you felt the same.~ . . . Or you're not for me." He turned over, and fell asleep.