Misshyori - Hyori

His eyes widen in surprise as he realizes that you have also been stalking him. A mixture of shock and fascination crosses his face, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "So, you've been watching me as well?" He muses to himself, his voice almost playful. "This adds an interesting twist to our little game, my darling." A devious glint in his eye.

You look a bit sheepish at first, realizing that you’ve been caught in her own game of stalking but when you see the smirk on his face, you can't help but feel a thrill of excitement. You shrug nonchalantly, a sly smile playing at your lips. "I must say, I didn't expect you to catch on to me."

He pulls out his phone and scrolls through his photos, showing you a collection of pictures he's taken of you without your knowledge. Some are blurry images snapped from a distance while others are clear shots of you in various situations, your face filled with different expressions.

He grins as he scrolls through them, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "I've been collecting these for a while." His thumb pausing on a stunning shot of you.

"Just to remind myself of what's mine."

You look impressed as you see the photos he has on his phone, your own collection of pictures of him coming to the forefront of your mind. Without hesitation, you pull out your own phone and show him the evidence of your own stalking.

The photos range from candid shots of him going about his daily life to more intimate moments captured in secret. You grin as you swipe through them, your own possessive tendencies showing through. "I could say the same." Your eyes glinting mischievously.

"Looks like we're even."

Kageyama twin!Yn AU:

Yn, while pointing at Sakusa: You think he would want to high five me?

Tobio: Don't know. Try your luck.

Yn, quickly nodding her head: Ok!

Sakusa, seeing Yn approach him: ??

Yn: Can... can I have a high five?

Sakusa: ...

Komori: ?! Please, whatever he says, he doesn't mean it. But, I am the nicer cousin, just so you know.

Yn:Ok?-

Hoshiumi: I will gladly high five you, queen! Ignore that gloomy ace!

Atsumu: Ignore him and come with me instead!

Yn: I-

Sakusa, high fiving her: Here.

Komori: What the?!

Atsumu: Since when do you do that?!

Sakusa: Since now.

Hoshiumi: Yuck! Let me clean your hand from his germs.

Sakusa: I don't have germs!

Yn, thinking: Awww! He is nice!

Meanwhile...

Kiyoko: I am surprised you don't mind Sakusa as much as the rest.

Tobio: Hm? He is the only responsible one, so he has my approval.

Kiyoko: Makes sense

[Farmer Witch Reader places a cup of tea on their coffee table - sitting across from a human looking to do business with them]

Farmer Witch Reader: It is a pleasure to have you. Whenever you are ready, we can discuss what it is you can to purchase from me today. Peaches are in season at the moment. I had a couple this morning myself.

Customer: Those sound delicious, but I actually came because I was wondering if you could give me a love charm similar to the one you gave my sister. She had such terrible luck with women and now she's getting married this weekend.

Farmer Witch Reader [visibly dejected]: Oh...Yes, yes I believe I can help you with that. One moment please.

[The customer picks up their cup of tea, sipping from it as Reader leaves the room. The cup falls from their hands as they begin to choke, fingers tugging at the blockage clogging their throat. Gasping for air, a long strand of cat hair dangling from their fingertips. Claws slice through the fabric of their shirt like a hot knife - bolting them to their chair]

Cat Hybrid Yan: You are going to buy every peach my master has - or you'll be attending that wedding with a surprising lack of arms... Got it?

[The customer nods sheepishly - the cat disappearing as Reader reenters the room]

Farmer Witch Reader: I have your charm. Will that be all for you?

Customer, throwing money at their feet: Peaches.... It's such a long trip back home, haha... Give me your entire stock...

-

Farmer Witch Reader: Lynlas... You wouldn't have anything to do with that human's odd behavior, would you?

Cat Hybrid Yan: nnnoooo

Farmer Witch Reader: Oh. If you had I would have thanked you by allowing you to sleep in my bed tonight. Carry on then.

Cat Hybrid Yan: HUH?! Wait- It was me! Master, come back!

Yandere Professor x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: sweet talking, breath play, age gap, fucking in his classroom, pretty gender neutral, manipulation, abuse of power, obsessed professor.

*Everyone is of age, and older than eighteen. He is referred to as “your professor” his only existence is to be obsessed with the reader, and without you, he ceases to exist. This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: He’s your strict professor, and you’re trying to get a better grade. You’ve never seen him be swayed by a student before, perhaps you would be the first.

Your grade has tanked by a lot. You had an unreasonable professor, the man was picky, and on your last test it was covered in corrections by that damn red pen of his.

You began to wonder what it would take for him to give you an A.

You wouldn’t consider yourself to be a bad student. In fact, this is the first time you have been close to failing. It was honestly your fault, you’ve read the reviews on this teacher and still chose to take the class anyways. You just wanted to challenge yourself.

You gawk at the paper he hands back to you. Your eye twitched at the big fat zero out of a hundred, and that might’ve been impressive just in itself. Not even one question right. You narrow your eyes at the professor who was still handing out the quiz back to the students.

When class ended, you slowly packed up your things, and you kept tabs on how many students were still left in the classroom. When the last student left, you got up from your seat, and stormed your way over to the professor.

Any sliver of dignity you had was gone. Your cheeks still flushed when he announced the lowest score to the whole class. You pushed that memory aside, and you crossed your arms as you stood in front of his desk.

“I don’t have time for this.” Your professor sighed, and his brows furrowed as he loosened up his tie.

He knew why you were coming over to talk to him. This was the worst grade you have gotten in his class. And really, he’s not surprised. In his opinion you have been slacking off. Your body bristles at his words, his eyes are cold and unforgiving.

Maybe if you weren’t a rash individual, you would’ve seen that his comments on your test was totally fake. Every circle and outline with a tiny scribble on the side? That was his way of professing his love for you, and about fifty “I love you’s.” were on the paper, but he knew you wouldn’t read them.

He did know that the grade would haunt you. He did know that it would make you desperate enough to come to him during office hours.

Your professor watched you with amusement as you crawled onto his lap, and you guiding his hands onto your body. He could already feel his dick stirring in his pants.

“This is hardly appropriate.” He said in a disapproving tone, though his hands do cup at your chest.

His thumb circles around your nipple, and the rest of his fingers gently squeeze at opportunity you have given to him. His other arm wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly in his lap.

It felt like you were trying to chip away at his resolve, his face was stern, and he listens to you rant on about the grade he gave you. Though, him letting you sit on his lap, let you subtly grind on his growing erection. With every whine and pout, you tried to play with his heart strings.

Your professor sighed, shook his head, and tried to pretend that there was no way you could make up for it. His hand slowly, and quietly, opening his drawer to grab for a condom.

It didn’t take long for him to agree when you took off his glasses, your lips capturing his in a searing kiss. He followed your lead, letting you feel like you were in control.

His hands groping at your ass and he puts you onto his desk, his body moving his way in between your legs. You wore something easy to slip off, your shorts and underwear now down to your ankles. He caressed your inner thighs, his lips now trailing down to your neck.

Your professor licked and sucked at your skin, his teeth gently nibbling at you, and he made sure to leave marks.

“You can be quite cute like this…” The older man mumbles, “…so pretty, so perfect.” he took a deep inhale as his nose was buried into your neck.

“Oh shit.” Your professor growled, his belt falling to the floor and his pants were pulled down roughly.

Before you knew it, he ripped open the condom wrapper and he slid it on his cock. He spit on his hand for lube, and gave his member a few pumps. He aligned his tip against your warmth.

His hands wrapped around your throat, squeezing the side of it, as his hips began to rock itself. His dick hit the deepest part of you, he went slow, and he was determined to find your sweet spot.

“Don’t be upset…” He cooed, and he kissed you in between his words. “I had to give you a zero.”

“You weren’t understanding my hints.”

He needed you. He wanted to be with you the moment you stepped inside his room, or maybe it was when he found out you signed up for his class. Your name was interesting to him, your looks, and the way you carried yourself got him hooked.

He took a couple points off on your first test, just to see what you would do. You certainly didn’t deserve it, and he thought you would’ve challenged him on it, or come talk to him. Or even offer your body to him sooner.

He did it over and over again, until you were on the verge of receiving an F. He was getting frustrated, and you were a damn tease.

He was never like this before, and if you exposed him, he could lose his job. But maybe then he could be with you in public? He let out a deep groan, his eyes rolling back as he was fucking you for his release.

Your professor didn’t realize that your face was turning pink, your nails scratching at his hands that were on your throat, and you were on the verge of cumming. You gasp as he finally let you breathe, his hands now on the desk behind you.

The room was filled with his vocalizations, his whimpers, his mumbles of how good you feel, and how much he needed this.

He even called you his baby, his good student, love, and when you finally came— his eyes were glued to the white substance dripping out of you.

That was when he knew you were going to be his. He was going to be the only one that could make you feel this way.

That day, you received the A you have been wanting. But you also indulged the man that’s been pining after you, and he never stopped.

Allure: Idk why, but i’ve been really active lately omg.

Some rather unlucky investments have landed you in a tad of debt. However, you have know of a way to get out of it that requires very little work on your part.

The "Pussy Portal" company are always hiring after all.

All you have to do is have a portal directly connected to your pussy that any paying customer can use at any time. What could go wrong?

Just realized u didn't actually say it had to be monsterfucking specifically but I made it that anyway lmao.

At least you thought it was going to be very little work on your part.

But now you're not so sure as you sit on the train ride home trying to act like there isn't a monster cock reaching deep in your cunt.

You curse yourself for not reading the terms and conditions of the contract properly. You thought they were just being hyperbolic when they said "Prime Pussy Anywhere, Anytime!" Surely they would have down times right?

No. There are no down times unless you call in a sick day of which you only have few. You shoulda known that pay was too good to be true.

At least whoever's using your portal seems to only be cockwarming themselves for the time being, although that could change at any moment. Every jerk of the train makes you tense up as you try and act as nonchalant as possible. The cock sits so snug and warm inside you, it twitches every time you tense around it.

On the customer app your portal is advertised as specifically "Human pussy" so you like imagining the kinds of monsters who would pick that out specifically. You haven't figured out what monster this one might be, it's rather thick and hot with a very generous amount of precum.

When you get to your stop the train jerks more than you expected and you have to subtly cover your mouth and grab the railing to avoid making a sound. Your customer definitely felt you clench down in panic as their cock jumps in excitement.

They start grinding down slowly on the portal, their cock thrusting shallowly. You speed walk straight for the train station bathrooms and lock yourself inside a stall. Close call but you made it and just in time for their shallow thrusts to turn into full pumps into your slick pussy.

You lean your back on the wall of the stall as your cunt is now being thoroughly pounded by this stranger. You have to crouch to your knees as your orgasm builds up, rubbing your clit with one hand while the other covers your mouth.

Just as you're about to tip over the edge you feel something bigger at the base of the shaft bump against your pussy with each hard thrust. You gasp in realization but it's too late as the monster thrusts their knot past your entrance and you cum hard with a silent scream, spasming and shaking against the bathroom stall.

Their cum fills you to the brim, kept inside by their inflamed knot. They don't stop cumming for several minutes but when they do it takes you several more to compose yourself enough to step out of the bathroom on wobbly legs.

You make the slow and embarrassing walk home while the monster's knot sits snuggly inside your pussy, keeping all that warm cum inside you.

The knot inside you doesn't deflate fully until you're already home and making dinner. You have to grip the counter, shivering slightly as your customer pulls out and goes on with their day having been properly satisfied. The thought makes you feel a strange sense of pride. Just then your phone beeps with a notification from the Portal companies app.

The customer left a tip!

How nice! They also left a review on your page,

"10/10. Best stress relief. Would fuck again."