NSFW #sunaosa ▪︎ day 12 @deaddovekink : bullying ▪︎ dubcon, humiliation, blackmail
"What a fucking whore. Do you get off to this? Being bitched around and on your knees? You're disgusting."
"What a fucking whore. Do you get off to this? Being bitched around and on your knees? You're disgusting."
Osamu finds himself on the ground behind the gym, shielded away by trees, but not impossible for people to walk past and catch them.
The dirty feeling of sitting on dirt doesn't compare to the humiliation of Suna's foot on his chest.
The dirty feeling of sitting on dirt doesn't compare to the humiliation of Suna's foot on his chest.
There's a scowl on Suna's face, staring down at him as if Osamu had stole his lunch money — if anything, Osamu is pretty sure Suna is about to steal his.
It isn't anything new. Everyone knows how Suna is, taking pleasure from mocking and embarrassing anyone that rubs him the wrong way.
The odd thing about it is that Osamu has never interacted with Suna, not until the first time he was tossed against the wall and ordered to do Suna's work or he would spread all sorts of rumours.
Osamu always obeys, though he wasn't sure if it's out of fear.
Osamu always obeys, though he wasn't sure if it's out of fear.
He's not sure if he preferred to have his money stolen, or to deal with whatever Suna says next.
"Slut. Strip off all your clothes and get on all fours."
Osamu freezes, unsure if he heard Suna right.
"Slut. Strip off all your clothes and get on all fours."
Osamu freezes, unsure if he heard Suna right.
"Hey, don't you dare ignore me." Suna towers over him, scowl forming on his face. "Take off your clothes and get on your knees, I'm going to treat you like the whore you are."
Osamu follows the command, a numbness washing over him under Suna's gaze.
"There we go. Wasn't that hard, was it?" Hands land on his asscheeks, squeezing tightly. "You're so pale. Probably easy to mark, huh?"
"There we go. Wasn't that hard, was it?" Hands land on his asscheeks, squeezing tightly. "You're so pale. Probably easy to mark, huh?"
"Suna–" A rough slap cuts him off, nearly collapsing onto the ground.
Osamu feels spit landing on the crack of his ass, trickling down to his hole as Suna spreads his asscheeks.
Osamu feels spit landing on the crack of his ass, trickling down to his hole as Suna spreads his asscheeks.
More globs of spit land on Osamu, before a finger circles the puckered hole, smearing the saliva all over.
"You're so eager, it's as if you want to get caught." Suna barks a laugh, pushing a finger into Osamu roughly. "I should just keep you here for anyone to fuck."
"You're so eager, it's as if you want to get caught." Suna barks a laugh, pushing a finger into Osamu roughly. "I should just keep you here for anyone to fuck."
The burning feeling that the lack of lube causes Osamu to sob, gritting his teeth as he feels Suna continue to squeeze his way into the tight entrance. "Hhh– hurts, Suna, please–"
"That's not what I want to hear." The next loud slap against his ass can be heard from miles away. "Beg for me. Come on, now. Remember, I've got your twin's number."
"Sorry– Please, please use me to your heart's content– I'm just a doll for you to play with–" The harsh treatment of his ass will most likely leave traces of it for days — Osamu thinks, as Suna shoves another mostly dry finger into him with a snicker.
He hears the unzipping of pants behind him, and anxiety rises through him when he feels something slick rubbing against his aching hole.
"You're so tense. I'm not fucking you yet, don't worry." Suna squeezes one of his asscheeks. "Loosen up and be a good slut.'
"You're so tense. I'm not fucking you yet, don't worry." Suna squeezes one of his asscheeks. "Loosen up and be a good slut.'
Osamu tries to relax his body, holding back his whimper when Suna slides his cock between his ass.
"You're lucky I'm not using you as a fleshlight right now. I've got other ideas in mind."
"You're lucky I'm not using you as a fleshlight right now. I've got other ideas in mind."
The rutting against him speeds up, Suna's precome starting to leak all over Osamu.
Before Osamu's able to react, come shoots all over him — all over his back, up to his hair and face. "Suna–!"
Before Osamu's able to react, come shoots all over him — all over his back, up to his hair and face. "Suna–!"
"There we go." Suna groans, giving Osamu's ass one last slap before standing up. "Stay still."
Osamu doesn't think he's even able to move, arms and legs shaking, grasping at the grass beneath him.
Osamu doesn't think he's even able to move, arms and legs shaking, grasping at the grass beneath him.
A few snaps snatches Osamu's attention, weakly turning his head around to see Suna's phone out, camera angled towards him.
"Full view of your greedy hole and come-covered face. Now, it would be absolutely horrible for this one to be leaked, hmm?"
"Full view of your greedy hole and come-covered face. Now, it would be absolutely horrible for this one to be leaked, hmm?"
Osamu sighs, burying his reddened face in his arms. "...What do ya want from me this time?"
"You think of me cruel." Suna snorts, reaching for something in his pocket before bending back down.
"You think of me cruel." Suna snorts, reaching for something in his pocket before bending back down.
With a wince, Osamu feels a small object being stuffed into him, Suna pushing it in deep.
"Don't try and remove it yourself." Suna flicks at his puffy rim, chuckling at the full-body flinch. "Get up, and meet me at the entrance after school ends."
"Don't try and remove it yourself." Suna flicks at his puffy rim, chuckling at the full-body flinch. "Get up, and meet me at the entrance after school ends."
"Any later than 2, I send the pictures to your team." Osamu is being pulled up, meeting Suna's smirk with hazy eyes. "You can go clean yourself up now, unless you're that into being humiliated."
Osamu tries to ignore the burning in his stomach, chalking it down to dread.
From the corner of his eyes, he could see Suna playing with a small remote, anticipation filling his veins.
From the corner of his eyes, he could see Suna playing with a small remote, anticipation filling his veins.
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