Archive of Our Own ^beta

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The universe was smiling upon him today, for once.

The weather had not originally called for rain or fog, but it rolled right in around 7:30pm. How oddly specific. Yue was set to arrive at 8, and it would be the perfect excuse to keep her here for a while, as well as why she might get sick. These days, it seemed like he was smiled on more often than usual, though his day to day existence was draining enough to combat that thought.

Adachi’s apartment was fairly clean, as always. It’s not like there was much in it anyway. He briefly worried if that mattered to her, then decided high school girls had no idea how a man in his late 20s lived. Besides, he kept his place neat, that was more than most guys did, so he should be in the clear.

He sat agitatedly in front of the tv, idly fiddling with the pills in his pocket, before suddenly becoming alarmed he might break a capsule and resigning himself to twiddling his thumbs. He tried to focus on the tv, but the thought of Yue was burned into his mind. Her thighs, her chest, the soft way her lips said his surname… She’d scream his name by the end of the night if he could help it. She’d be unable to extract herself from his grasp. His.

Yue wasn’t like those other bitches, she was unique, perfect for him. She wouldn’t betray him, nor would she reject him; he just had to get her there. She was already coming over, and come on, bringing dinner to a guy isn’t something a girl does for just anyone. This would be easier than he’d even anticipated. He stood and grabbed another beer from the fridge, gripping it tightly as he opened it. It trembled slightly in his hand in anticipation. Was he up for this? He had to be. It was already decided. Besides, he knew when he saw her all thought would go out the window.

He tried again to focus on the television. The new news anchor was fine; she had a somewhat annoying voice, but decent enough curves, and she dressed like a decent enough lady, with just enough cleavage to entice viewership, but she was nothing like Yamano. The station had mourned Yamano briefly then moved on like it was nothing. It was almost amusing how quickly they moved past her, how everyone moved past her. Like she never mattered at all.

Because she didn’t.

It shouldn’t be surprising, everyone is replaceable. Her, him, the cute little thing creeping up to his door, hesitating before she knocks. All immaterial. He’d by this point learned well the only point in living was for entertainment; to quiet the discontent brewing inside. Trying to pretend your life is ever going to mean anything is nothing more than an exercise in futility.

Well, of course, there was still the matter of Namatame, the only person still murmuring Yamano’s name across town. How entertaining his fall from grace had been, even more proof that Adachi was right about the world. One stupid move, and it would all come crashing down just like it had for him. His initial bitterness toward the ex-politician had been only mildly assuaged by his immediate ‘tragic’ downfall from political office to working as a delivery driver, depression hanging clear across his expression. Well it’s what he deserved. He shot too high, thinking his position prevented him from the backlash of his actions. Poor Namatame, forced to deliver packages in his hometown instead of fraternizing with celebrities. He chuckled to himself at the ex politician’s panicked worldview now. That’s what you get.

The rain poured against the window, tapping endlessly like nails against his skull. He briefly worried about her, but was thankfully halted by an aggressive knock on his door. He rose to tend to it, hearing her languished breaths through the thin wood. When he opened the door she was soaked through, having put her coat over the bag she carried to protect it instead of her. He smiled at this action, how cute. Still she was dripping as she stepped into the doorway, doing everything she could to keep herself from dirtying his apartment, but failing completely.

“You look like hell, Yue.” He said, amused. She took a moment to catch her breath before smiling at him.

“I’m sure. It came out of nowhere. I’m so sorry to bother you, can I clean myself up?” He grinned broadly.

“Sure, the bathroom is to your right.” She bowed gently, humming “thank you for the invitation” before disappearing into the bathroom to try and fix her uniform.

She’d left a few bento boxes on the counter, which he quickly put away, each hand made with obvious delicate care. She didn’t carve shapes into his vegetables like she did for Nanako, but she did take care to add specific things she’d noticed he’d liked on the side, without him ever even asking her to.

He kind of hated her.

Everything she did had a reason, and every reason he could fathom didn’t explain why she chose him to be kind to. He was literally planning to rape her, didn’t she have ANY sense of self preservation? But no, even if he admitted it to her outright, to his frustration he expected she’d just smile up at him in that flustering way she always did and tell him it was alright. She’d forgive him.

It really pissed him off.

This was the time though, and he’d already wasted too much of it fumbling over his own loose thoughts.

She returned slightly damp, palming her skirt down as if he couldn’t see her obvious attempts at modesty. It was so incredibly pointless. The urge to pull her into his lap and grind against her ass was maddening. Stop looking so cute, Yue, stop being so ideal, you dumb bitch.

It didn’t really matter, at the end of the day. He meant to know better, but he didn’t. While she moved around he couldn’t help but considering coming up behind her, pressing his hips against hers, rubbing on her supple form, hands working their way up to her ample chest. All his, all correct, laughing at her lurid sounds while he made her his. Perfect, pristine, All His.

The image was enticing, but her form was more so.

He realized he’d begun before he even meant to, pressing his erection against her ass as he came up behind her in his kitchenette. She didn’t immediately balk at the attention, which gave him more confidence.

“Adachi?”

“Hm?”

“W-what are you doing?” It suddenly struck him how bad this looked, how his cock was wedged between the asscheeks of a school girl, how he was blatantly abusing his power over her. In a smooth motion he dipped one hand into his pocket and grabbed a pill, shoving it unceremoniously into her mouth, pinching her nose and holding her jaw shut simultaneously while he continued rutting against her. She made small protesting sounds, and he noted that her uniform was still damp.

It wouldn’t take long before she was pliable.

Her focus quickly fell to the wayside, breathy moans taking the place of anything responsible. She wasn't stupid, he’d given her something, but the longer the drug consumed her mind, the less she felt like she cared. Did he even have to do that? She liked him anyway. His prick was pressed through his trousers against her increasingly wet slit, desperation eating away at her

“Do you want something?” he mused, a whisper against her ear light enough she could barely feel it. She nodded, which elicited a soft chuckle from him.

“You shouldn’t be doing this.” She was breathless, desperation playing at the edge of her voice, He didn’t even allow himself to laugh.

“No, I shouldn’t.” He teased at her clit, pulling stubborn moans from her she clearly didn’t intend to give light to. “But here we are.”

She was increasingly out of it, torn apart by his ministrations. To his satisfaction her body began to go limp.

“Let it go, Yue. Let this happen.” She nodded, looking back up at him with slowly increasing difficulty, It made him chuckle.
“If I’d known you’d be this easy, I wouldn’t have tried so hard.”

She frowned, “Don’t say things like that…”

“No? Well, it doesn’t really matter, you’re getting fucked either way.” She tried to react, but her limbs weren’t moving the way she meant them to, oddly heavy and not responding the way she demanded of them. Adachi didn’t seem to stop laughing. Oddly gently, he grasped her wrists one at a time and held them above her head.

“Relax.”

For reasons she couldn’t understand, she took his advice to heart. Even while he stripped her of her still damp skirt entirely, pressing his thumb against her clit again through her surprisingly soaked panties. She exhaled gently, calming her ever thumping heartbeat, staring directly into his terrifyingly dark eyes. Her vision swirled, the image of him staring down at her suddenly unclear. She swore she heard him laughing, but she couldn’t quite make it out. Was this real? Was any of this reality? Or was she making things up in her own terror? What was reality?

“Your body is-” Adachi caressed her chest with one hand, leaning his weight against her, his other hand delving into her mound unapologetically, “quite responsive.” Don’t, she thought, her face burning at his touch. Still, she couldn’t stop her body from reacting, and to the only man she’d ever actually liked, Fuck. What a nightmare. Slowly, her brain began to fade. He moved to the side to give her a glass of water. He’d put something in it, she’d seen him do it, but the thirst at the back of her throat prevented her from complaining. She gulped it down happily as he held it up to her. He looked satisfied.

Did it matter? Really?

How horrible would it be to be fucked anyway?

Without thought, without another idea about propriety, she stared when he spread her legs for him. As he pulled her panties down past her knees, he eyed her like a piece of meat. There was no love or mirth in his eyes, just desperate hunger. He intended to put himself directly there. Her head was swimming, and by the time she felt him stretching her, her consciousness was debatable.

Once, twice, three times, enveloping himself within her was unlike anything else. Fuck, fuck, fuck at her little cunt. He saw blood on his cock, and laughed at the fact she wasn’t lying: she was a virgin. He wasn’t going to give her any reprieve though. She’d given herself to him, even if she was unaware. She gave off soft lovely moans, but she didn’t acknowledge him at all.

“You won’t forget your first time, will you Yue?” Her eyes flickered. “You won’t forget me.”
She shook her head.

“I won’t-” she barely murmured, and it was beyond enough for him. He pressed himself harshly into her, cumming to his full ability within her. Recognition of the wrongness of it clearly crossed her brain, confusion gripping her. He almost felt bad. But in her odd stupor she reached up and grabbed his face, kissing him deeply. When their embrace broke he was surprised to acknowledge how little of the drugs he’d had to use to entice this side out of her had actually mattered.

How odd. What an unusual girl.

What a nightmare.