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Chapter 3 - Pregame Saiouma, noncon ig

I was walking home from school. It was 5:30, which is later than when school would usually end. I never really had any friends, just the occasional wave in the hallways. Therefore, I joined several after-school curricula. Today was a meeting for the student council, I was the leader of the student council but I never really participated as much as I probably should.

That being said after the meeting I began walking home, alone. Nothing new, really, but it hurt to think about. While I was walking home, I noticed a peculiar car that I'd never seen before in the corner of my eyes. The car kept driving until it was next to me, driving slowly as I took more tense steps forward, clearly avoiding looking up.

I felt myself shaking. It's never anything good when a car drives slow next to you, everyone knows that. I felt like crying, screaming, and running as far as I could. Which was pretty fast may I add.

"Hey." I heard a youthful voice say, it sounded like it was directly in my ear being whispered sweetly, but when I turned around the car was a distance away. I wanted to run.

I stayed silent. The car stopped, the driver exiting. I ran, but there was no use, the driver was much faster. They grabbed me and pulled me into the back of their van as they locked it. They started driving as I sobbed, prepared to be killed brutally.

When the car came to a stop, I had already thought up the most gruesome fate. The fate I was sure to meet. My heart was in my stomach, my head spinning in circles. I was sweaty, crying, and about ready to piss myself. It was the scariest feeling in the world. Like a never ending rollercoaster, hitting me in my heart.

The driver came inside, I could clearly see it was a male, and that the man was very aroused. He looked as though he was in my same age range, though I couldn't imagine someone my age, the same people who post selfies in the bathroom, kidnapping another 19 year old.

In silence, the man sat down next to me. I choked out a cry, too scared to attempt to move. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. "Stop!" I yelled, trying to push him away. He grabbed my wrist and pushed me down. "Stop. Please." I cried out, he stared at me emotionless, which didn't fit his clear arousal. He kissed my neck lightly, ignoring me.

"Stop.." I had started to lose the confidence in my pleads. I stopped moving as well, everytime I kicked our moved in general my lower half would rub against his erection, and stirring him on more was the last thing I wanted to do.

"Please, just stop.." I whimpered. At this point I knew how this would go. It always ends the same in the hentai's don't they? They always plead and then they like it in the end. Am I really happy with that though? Those are fictional characters, fictional characters that are being created for no reason other than to enjoy it.

This isn't the same thing. I don't want this. It feels good physically, obviously, but it feels horrible mentally.

I didn't even notice his lips on mine. His eyes open, staring in to mine. He moved away and began to unbutton my uniform. I grabbed his hands and pushed him away. He kissed me and began unbuttoning my uniform again. I was so confused and disgusted I couldn't even bring myself to stop him.

"Good girl," he said, which surprised me. Did he think I was a girl? "I'm.. not a girl." I said, he looked up at me with an 'are you kidding?' glare. He looked down towards my pants and grabbed my slightly erect dick through my pants. I let out a wrecked moan that thankfully sounded more like a distorted cry.

He rubbed it up and down a few more times, each time resulting with a slightly higher pitched moan. "I didn't notice," was all he said before he smiled, a creepy, disgusting smile. A smile that I never wish to see again. "I'm pansexual, I like men, women, and everything in between. No discrimination, really." He said, as he began taking off my belt.

"You're... I.." I cried, I felt some weird form of comfort hearing him say that. For some reason I even asked him, "What... are your pronouns..?" He looked at me as he pulled my boxers down. "He and they," they said as he stroked my dick, I let out a loud moan as I nodded.

"Since we're friends now, would you turn around for me?" I stared shook my head cautiously. "Do you have to do this..?" I asked, he's most definitely stronger than me, considering he dragged me without much of a struggle, I was hoping they'd have a change of heart. A change that was never going to happen.

He stared at me for a few seconds, though it felt like minutes. They began aggressively jerking me off, with a glare that screamed, 'do it, I dare you'. I covered my mouth, the noises falling off my tongue grossing myself out. I didn't have any fight left in me. I was always better at giving up anyways.

"P-plea- mph- please." I pleaded, gripping at his wrist, making him come to a stop. "Hey, could you stop doing that? You know, if you really want this to be over, you'd stop struggling and get it over with." I cried, did he expect me to just accept this? Let them get his way with my body just for them to get another victim and do the same thing?

"I don't want this. No one else will-"

"That's not true. There's many other people just like you who like it. You're just being stubborn because you like it."

"That-that's not.." He pushed me again, grabbing my waist and forcing me on my hands and knees. My pants were at my ankles and his hands were on my waist, holding me in place while they rubbed their erection against my bare asshole. I stayed silent with the exception of a small moan.

He stared to pick up his pace while my moans only got louder. I lost all faith in myself.

He stopped abruptly I was going to look back with curiousity. Why..? Why was I so upset he stopped? What's wrong with me? I don't want this.

I suddenly felt something enter me. His finger. I cried. It didn't hurt, not that much at least. It just felt weird. I moaned anyways, furious at myself. They thrust their finger in and out of me as he pleased before adding in a second finger. I didn't know why I was moaning so much. The feeling of being full was consuming me, pleasure slightly in the mix. My legs were shaking uncontrollably. I wanted it to stop. I think.

He snuck in another finger and began fingering me at an unbelievably pace. "I-I think I'm gonna- please just stop." I cried as my body shook up and down slightly. I tried to lift myself to see them but that made their fingers reach in deeper and rub against my prostate. I let out a distorted sound that was a sick mixture of a cry and a moan as I set myself back down.

They pulled their fingers out for them never to return there again. I disgustingly looked back and he had his dick in his hand, lining it up to my hole. I let out a pathetic whimper as I watched him put it in. My hands balled into a fist as I didn't have anything to grab. I thought about what this would look like had anyone walked in. I felt my dick get fully erect at the thought. What is wrong with me?

They began moving at a faster pace than I expected. I don't know why I thought he would care enough to go slow for me. They were literally raping me. That didn't stop me from moaning while I unintentionally rubbed myself against him. "See..? I knew you'd like it." They said, as they stopped moving. They didn't take it out, they just stopped. I looked back at him with dry tears.

"Move on your own, fuck yourself with my dick." I stopped thinking. I felt like I was throbbing, though it probably wasn't my heart. I began hesitantly moving myself against him. I've never felt more disgusting. Disgustingly pleasured. Humans really are so simple, huh?

It wasn't long before I was moaning loudly, looking a mess and fucking myself to a pace faster than I'm willing to admit to. I was about to cum when he pulled out. I stopped moving and just started breathing heavily. "You're such a good boy." They said as they aggressively shoved it back in. He fucked me roughly as I fell hopeless in the whole situation. I was drooling, sweaty, crying. Even then all I wanted was to cum. Not because I wanted to leave, I was over that idea long ago. I wanted to cum because it felt unbearably good.

"Y-you're a- ah- a virgin, huh?" They asked, pulling my hair to snap me out of my hypnotized state. I nodded pathetically, I thought it was clear. He sucked on the back of my neck. Not like he did the first time, but aggressively. Like they were letting out all their bottled anger by turning them into beautiful bruises that Ouma was sure would stay for weeks.

"I-I'm gonna- gonna-" Ouma couldn't finish his sentence before the liquid dripped down on to the floor. The male on top hadn't stopped. He went faster. All Ouma could do was cover his mouth as he was fucking uncontrolably.

"Pl-ple-" Ouma couldn't even form words anymore. His head was a wreck. Though he knew he was going to cum again soon. "I-I hav- ah- to-" as Ouma came for the second time, the strange male came for the first time, pulling out.

Ouma caught his breath as he wiped his tears. The man just stared at Ouma. "You can call me Shu, by the way." He said plainly, though he was breathing just as heavy as Ouma. "Oh, and, you kinda owe me a blowjob." Ouma looked up in shock. He owed them a what? For what? What has this strange man for Ouma to owe them something like that?

"You came twice, I came once. That doesn't sound very fair to me." Shu said, pointing at his dick, that was slightly erect once more. "B-but-" Ouma stared embarrassed before hesitantly bending down near Shu's dick, taking it in to his mouth. "You really are such a good boy, you just obey so nicely." Ouma moaned at the praise. Ouma knew he had a praise kink. I loved being praised, he knew he'd enjoy it if someone praised him for being a slutty person.

Ouma took more of Shu's dick in his mouth before he choked a bit. He took it out of his mouth before putting it farther in. After a few more attempts at trying to shove the entire thing in his mouth without choking, he did it successfully. He started bobbing his head as Shu complimented him throughout. Compliments like, "You're so good at this" "You're so cute" "Good boy" and more. Ouma loved the praise, he felt like he was gonna cum, and he hadn't even been touching himself. It was like Shu was fucking him with his words.

Shu grabbed Ouma's hair and forced Ouma down, and up, and down again. Shu's cock hitting the back of Ouma's throat each time. Ouma thought it might even end up breaking his voice box, as it was starting to get hard to even moan. Ouma was about to cry when Shu shoved Ouma's head down all the way, forcing him there. Ouma didn't understand why until he felt the liquid hit the back of his throat.

Lifting his head up, Ouma wiped his mouth as he spit out the semen, though he soon regretted it as his throat was dry and in need of water. "You can leave now." Shu said, Ouma stared at him bewildered. "Leave..?" Ouma had a saddened look. "Don't worry, I'll see you again." Ouma nodded sadly as he stood up, only to end up falling back down. "Oh, right, you're a virgin." A few tears fell from Ouma's eyes. Shu sighed, opening the door. Ouma stared quietly as Shu climbed back in to the van and picked Ouma up.

Shu put Ouma's clothes back on and carried Ouma to the passenger seat of the van, setting him down gently. Shu closed the back of the van before sitting into the drivers seat, staring in to the distance. Shu looked at Ouma as he opened his mouth. "You know, this whole thing was premeditated." Ouma stared in shock. "I fell in love with you a long while back. I could never find the words, the actions. I always lost myself when it came to you. You're too cute." Shu smiled as they said the last sentence. Ouma was flustered, and blushed. Ouma was good at sensing when people were lying but there was no lies in anything they said.

"I always thought about getting married, holding hands. A bunch of wholesome thoughts. However, one night, I was thinking about the usual kissing and a thought in the back of my head made me picture your mouth in other ways." Shu said, as he stared at Ouma's mouth. Ouma's mouth was opened slightly, however he and Shu knew nothing was going to come out. Shu kissed Ouma before driving. Ouma felt his lips, denial that this whole thing had just happened. Ouma felt like he was in a different world.

A world where he wasn't lonely. A world where someone wanted him.

After a long drive, not long enough in Shu's opinion, They arrived at Ouma's house. Ouma looked down in a flustered way before quickly kissing Shu and attempting to get out. Unfortunately for him, Shu hadn't unlocked the door yet. Ouma sat in his seat as he melted into embarrassment. Shu looked at Ouma's flustered panic before kissing him back, the kiss soon turned into a makeout. Ouma was letting out quiet moans inside of Shu's mouth as Shu began to lightly tug Ouma's hair. Shu eventually pulled away and unlocked the door.

"Bye, Shu." Ouma said, opening the door, before stepping out, however, he immediately fell over. Shu giggled before getting out of the car. "Sorry about that," they said as they picked Ouma up again. "You can call me Shuichi by the way, Shu is just a nickname, in case you.. Y'know, got away." Ouma stared, before nodding and smiling as Shuichi carried him to the door. Ouma figured Shu wasn't their name. Ouma opened the door for Shuichi, Shu carrying Ouma straight to his room with no directions needed. "How did you..?" Ouma asked, Shuichi shrugged. "Premeditated, remember? I've been stalking you for a bit."

Ouma nodded hesitantly, turning his head towards Shuichi, once again. "You said that they always like it in the end.. Have you..?" "Done that before? No. I meant in the hentai, and porn videos, I guess." They said, Ouma was glad that he hadn't. Ouma wanted to be the only person Shu had done that to.

Shu got up, but Ouma pulled him onto the bed. "Please don't go... I'm lonely and-" Shuichi nodded, laying in the bed. Ouma turned the opposite way, not wanting to seem clingy, no matter how much he and Shuichi knew he truly was. Shuichi made a sound, the sound of a laugh as Ouma felt arms wrap around him. They were spooning. Ouma began to cry tears of happiness. He wasn't lonely anymore.

I'm reading this back and it's so bad, I'll remake this as best as possible soon.

- 2,697 words.