Motel

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He felt her body jerk as she came, warm core tightening around his fingers. "Wow... look at you, what a .. I wanted a cute little victim and I get a , huh?" The man let out a dry, amused chuckle, lips pulled into a dark sneer. She was twisting her hips but all it took was one large palm pressing the soft flesh down into the mattress. He shoved his in, dipping the tip into her still sensitive heat. He shifted so he hovered over her and slowly, slowly pushed himself into her dripping - not because he wanted to go easy on her, not at all, but to let her feel him properly. The tight warmth made him groan in content. The man his lips, staring down at her form greedily and started ing with his hips, sharp and deep. A large hand reached out and grabbed the girl's face. He didn't prettily cup her cheeks, he grabbed them, fingers digging into her cheeks and palm pressed firmly over and nose. His s grew more rugged, more aggressive, the wet sounds of her mingling with his own grunts. He released her face and yanked her top and bra up, revealing her chest. Another slap. Not her face this time, but her left . His fingers dug into the slightly reddened white skin. Now the other hand, her s bulging in his hands. He was squeezing her chest as if they were water balloons and he was trying to make them burst. Chisa couldn't know what that felt like but it looked painful. He could see what he was doing, but he didn't try to intervene this time. He looked away. "Look at you, you're a cow... sensitive, cute, big - you'd make a perfect .", he grinned. Chisa was trying not to listen but- he did agree. Not that he would say that out loud. Not in this situation, or ever. The man's pace was still rough as he rammed into her, his own breath growing more shallow.

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@♗ Chisa [tw ]

With the man rooting around in her womb whilst rubbing at the now sensitive bud, Miru's body trembled in both Chisa's and the stranger's hold. She couldn't fight anymore as her body unwilling reacted to the male's digits finding and rubbing at a certain spot withing her warmth. Her hips arched to the rough treatment as whimpers and whines drew from her lips. Eyes shut tightly as if she was trying to imagine herself being anywhere but here. The next moment had scared Miru much more. With that hand closing around her windpipe, her glossy eyes opened lazily at her assulter and jaw hung open trying to catch any air that was robbed from her lungs. Her body jerked in attempts to at least ease pressure from and breath as the male continued to finger her . A wave of unwanted pleasure wash over her making her on the male's fingers. The moment he pulled from her, she took a deep breath trying to regain her oxygen.
His now rubbing between her folds had Miru shook her head frantically. Her hips tried to pull away from the male's but of course her attempts failed at the end. "No please!"

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@♗ Shiroma Miru [TW ]

The man was enjoying her resistance, the way she squirmed and cried out in protest. He was firmly settled between her legs now and her kicking did nothing to deter him, except maybe the elicit the one or other annoyed grunt. He kept fingering her. Faster, slower, then faster again, rubbing against the warm insides of her tight . He felt her get wet and growled excitedly. "Look at that... you're a little , huh? Wet so soon?", the man teased and shoved his fingers deep inside her, curling them to rub aggressively against that magic spot inside her. He wanted to hear her moan even as she begged him to stop. He wanted her to know how helpless she was. Chisa was as quite as a rock, only moving to improve his grip on Miru so she couldn't get away. He wasn't looking at her anymore. He didn't want to watch and just stared at the floor. The man moved his free hand from her thigh to and tightened his grip with a grin. "Ready for some , cutie? Your is aching for me, , don't pretend you're not enjoying this." Aggressively he rubbed against her G-spot inside her and her with his thumb. He squeezed till she couldn't breathe and watched every twitch of her body with a hungry stare. He kept at it until he was satisfied and then pulled away to release his large from it's confines. It was only slightly above average in length but very thick. The man rubbed it against her folds, letting her feel the size of his with a confident smirk. "You can think you can take this, ? I bet you can. I bet you're actually a cumbucket, born to be ed. Just a bunch of wet holes begging to be filled by daddy." The man clearly liked his and each word made Chisa's stomach turn.

@♗ Chisa [tw ]

The slap was sudden. Her head went into the direction of the slap, feeling the sting across her cheek and Chisa yelling while her eyes widden in shock. It quiet her down for sure and what was this man talking to Chisa about? There was another story to all of this. Something Miru doesn't know. This man certainly had much more power over Chisa. There was a threat the female hadn't known about. The man's harden arousal became more apparent with each grind against her . She could feel just how big and thick the male was and it scared her more.
Suddenly, Miru felt bare once she was exposed to the male. "Stop!" She shouted and tried to kick him once more. She felt hands on her and she squirmed under the man as he nipped at her skin. With his fingers now in her , she shouted once more and shook her head while they digits moved inside her.
"No- Stop this now" She begged once more as she wiggled under the man and in Chisa's hold. Slowly, her body started to respond, her becoming wet the longer the man's fingers moved about in her .

@♗ Shiroma Miru [TW ]

She was begging him- /begging/ him to release her but Chisa just pressed his lips into a thin line and shook his head. He couldn't. He was a coward. The man yelled angrily as she fought to get him off of her, but what could she do? She was weak. She wouldn't be able to fight him off. Not with Chisa holding her down as well. The man kept aggressively rutting against her, panting as his grew. Her insult was met with a harsh, crisp slap. The action came so suddenly it made Chisa flinch, but then he immediately screamed at him. "Don't hit her!!!!" Now it was the man's turn to be surprised. He froze for a moment, but then, seeing Chisa's scared expression, sneered. "Right... she was your friend, right? If you don't want her to get hurt, just shut up and stop apologising. It's ruining the mood." His eyes narrowed at Chisa, a dirty grin on his face as he reached under Miru's skirt, pulling her fishnets down. Her underwear slipped off at the same time. "Or do you want me telling him you ruined it? Go for round two?" The man was clearly enjoying the power he held over Chisa, but even more so how vulnerable Miru was. Chisa silent, he grabbed at her subtle flush, fingers digging into the round milky globes of her . "- you're so cute", he breathed hornily and leaned down, nipping at her collarbone. "Mmhm", his lips and teeth latched onto the pristine skin, marring it until a deep bruise was left behind. "You'll be a good little girl, right?", he laughed and slid two fingers into her . His fingers hooked in her hole, writhing and exploring.

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@♗ Chisa Miru fought with Chisa, trying to get lose from his hold while trying to also not hurt him. Her bag mocked her on the other side of the room that held her weapon. She looked up at Chisa who cried freely and before she knew it, the man was sat between her milk thighs. Her stomach churned in a squeeze feeling and her own eyes glossed with fear. "Please let me go Chisa," Miru begged over and over the apologizes while the man now rolled his hips into her still clothed crotch. She could feel his harden bulge and Miru tried to shut her leg, pull away, kick and fight the man off but she couldn't go anywhere.
"Get off of me. You're filthy." Miru spat back at the man as her defense.

@♗ Shiroma Miru [TW: ]

@♗ Shiroma Miru "I'm sorry", he mumbled. He couldn't look her in the eyes anymore, both hands grabbing one of her wrists, pinning them firmly to the bed. He sniffled, a tear dripping from his cheek onto his friend as he moved behind her. "I'm sorry", he twisted her arms behind her back, holding them in place tightly while trying not to hurt her. He was kneeling behind her now, her torso propped up slightly due to how her arms were being held. He could feel the fear radiate off her in pulses, each waves making his stomach turn. "I'm sorry", he whispered again. It was an endless mantra, weak, timid, ashamed. "I'm sorry." The man looked down at the trapped girl, his eyes hungry and ran his palm over his crotch. There was already a bulge there. He reached out, hands grabbing her thighs, forcing them apart with a grunt so he could sit between her legs. He kept holding on to them and leaned forward, rolling his hips against her crotch with a groan. "You're so cute-", the man whispered, the excitement tangible in his voice.

@♗ Chisa Eyes caught the glossy pair and her brows furrowed the moment tears spilled over Chisa's cheeks now. He was crying. Why? And she felt the grip of Chisa's hand slowly become tighter. She squinted now trying to hear what the male had to say. Find out soon? What did this mean? Chisa was freaking Miru out. "What are you doing Chisa? What is happening?" Miru had so much questions for the younger male but she wasn't getting the answers she seeked. She felt unnerve and scared. Just what was Chisa up to? And just when she was about get something out of Chisa, a man walked into the room. Miru's confusion grew into fraight as Chisa's hands got more tighter whlist Miru tried to pry her hands away. "Chisa let go of me-" She was soon push down on the bed in front of the approaching man. Her heart begin to race. "Chisa! Let go of me!"

@♗ Shiroma Miru **man not men

@♗ Shiroma Miru Chisa's lips cracked into a sad, devastated smile. "You'll find out soon...", he whispered. He was shaking, both hands gripping her hand as if his life depended on it. Any minute now. He stared at her, more tears dripping from his eyes. His throat felt clogged, his mouth dry. He couldn't make a sound. He should tell her to leave. This was the last chance. His lips parted but he couldn't make a sound. Come on, Chisa, come on. Just do it. Tell her to go. Tell her to run. "Ah-" He was about to speak when her sweet voice, filled with concern, filled the room once more. He let out a laugh but there was no joy in it. He was holding her hand so tightly his knuckles turned white. "I'm not." Chisa shook his head and heaved a laboured breath. "I'm horrible. I'm a coward and I'm horrible. Just..." The door opened and a middle-aged man stepped into the room. He was slender, thin even, but tall with unpleasant, greedy-looking features. Chisa didn't even turn his head to look at the men, wet eyes focused on Miru. He was trembling but his grip on her hand didn't loosen. "Just know I'm sorry.", he whimpered. Disgusting. He was disgusting. That crazy man in the hotel in the West had been right. He should have just died. "I'm sorry", he sobbed softly and forcefully pushed her backwards onto the bed.

"That's her? Cute.", the man said with a pleased grin and approached the two on the bed.

@♗ Chisa Everything Chisa was doing... how he was acting, it was unsettling but Miru didn't want to leave if something was going to happen. She wanted to protect Chisa, give him comfort and security like she had been doing before. She would fix up his wounds whenever things went back for him and make him feel better. She could tell if something was bothering him. Miru sat down on the bed this time. With her hand in Chisa's the moment he held onto hers, she tugged him trying to have sit next to her. "Can you tell what this something is, Chisa? You know I won't be mad at you or judge you in anyway. You know me by now." She notice how he kept looking at the clock. He seemed so fixed on it. "You keep checking the time. Do you want me to leave?" Another tilt of her head as she tried to make sense of things. "Oh sweetie, you're the bravest person I ever met. You're anything but a coward. Don't say that about yourself please. Why are you scared? Is someone out to get you?"

@♗ Shiroma Miru Chisa almost had a heart attack when she asked if something was wrong. He forced another reassuring smile, more shakey than the last, and looked at her, eyeing her slightly rounded cheeks. He shook his head, biting the inside of his cheek. "It's nothing", his words stabbed at his conscience and he quickly corrected himself. "Not nothing, it is something. Definitely something." What was he saying. He wasn't making any sense. Of course he wasn't, he couldn't tell her. He cared for her. He didn't want anything to happen to her. At the same time, Chisa couldn't go against Jaejoong. He just couldn't. She would never understand him. Of course, how could she? She would hate him. Tears sprung to his eyes and before he could stop himself he let out a faint sob. "My day was-", he tried to reply as if nothing was wrong, "my day was okay. Stressful, but okay." He smiled at her, hoping she would somehow not notice the tears that were trickling down his cheeks. His heart hurt for her. He hated himself for this. How pathetic. Crying as if he was the victim in all this. Crying as if he wouldn't stop her from leaving, as if he wouldn't physically pin her down so the client could peacefully have his way. His body was tense. His breathing quickened and he let out another stifled sob.

It was almost time. Chisa's heart beat quickly in his chest. He felt dizzy, adrenaline rushing through his veins. It was almost time. He glanced at the bag Miru kept her knife, then back at her. He reached out and grabbed her hand, holding it tightly. "I'm a coward, Miru. I wish I wasn't, but I am." He was probably not making any sense to her, but he kept going. "I can't help it. I'm scared too, you know?" With each word that slipped past his lips, the self-loathing grew. Look at him, making excuses, justifying himself right before ruining her life. It would ruin her life. He was sure of it. It had ruined his own.

@♗ Chisa Of course, Miru accepted the wine blissfully. But her head tilted to the side to the answer of her question. "Hm? Not yet?" The female took a sip at her wine and notice there was a sense of tension. There was something wrong with Chisa but Miru couldn't place her finger as to why. She set the wine down on the night stand besides her then stood up. "Chisa, if there is something going on... You know you can always tell me." The female's plump brims made a soft pout whlist her cheeks puffed a little. Miru set down her small bag she had from her shoulder onto a table. Her bag contained a pocket knife Miru used to as defense if things got out of hand.

"Not out the ordinary. That customer who always wants to take me out asked again but I turned him down. I hate people who cheat on their partner..." She sighed and reached out to her wine, taking a sip before placing it down. "But how is your day? Did anyone give you trouble yet?"

@♗ Shiroma Miru Miru looked very cute today, as usual. Except today it didn't make Chisa smile. She stepped forward to enter the motel room and for a split second Chisa did not move out of the way. He wanted to block her, but... he was a coward, he gave way and she walked inside. Chisa felt his heart drop as she looked around the room. He let the door close softly behind them and shook his head with a faint smile. "Not yet. It's for tonight." He forced his smile to grow as he looked at her sitting on the chair. She really did look cute today. "...Hm?" Chisa blinked. He hadn't been listening and he needed a moment to recall what she had just said. "Sure, but first let's have a drink here. I prepared some wine." He wasn't supposed to do this. She was supposed to be completely sober when it happened, but he hoped a little alcohol would help her a bit. Numb the experience a bit. He walked over to the mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of white wine and two glasses. He didn't ask for her permission, immediately pouring two glasses and handed one to her. "Here you go~"

Chisa took a seat on the bed, legs crossed and smiled at her. "How was your day? Any funny customers?", he asked nonchalantly and took a sip of his wine. He definitely needed some alcohol for this. His palms were sweaty. Chisa glanced at a clock that was on the wall. They still had a bit of time.

@♗ Chisa The day had been just any other for Miru. Her usual shift was in the afternoon and today it was a bit short due to plans with Chisa. She built such a friendship with Chisa that would of course hangout with him in a heartbeat. Although the location of the hangout tonight was an... odd choice but Miru figured it had to be due to a client Chisa has arranged prior or maybe after. Miru was light on her feet throughout work. The bar isn't busy like the night shift was but it was getting busier by the hour. "You're so cute, Miru. I wish to take you out one day." Commented a man who Miru served his last drink too. Miru shook her head with a polite smile. "Ah~ but won't your wife just yell at you again?" Another didn't get people who had affairs. Frankly, it annoyed her the most. Her parents are a prime example. "She could join." Miru rolled her eyes playfully and collected his tip he gave to her. "Maybe next time, sir."

Miru glanced at the clock. "Ah! I have to go!" Walking in a faster pace, Miru walked into the back and took off her apron and changed into a white tennis skirt, fishnet stocking, boots and a black off the shoulder crop top that showed her stomach. She clocked out and now finally made her way to the motel to meet up with Chisa. The room number was easy to find. Fixing her long brown hair, she knocked on the door and waited for the male to answer. "Hi Chisa~" Miru stepped in and looked around the room. "Did you have someone eariler?" She sat on the chair but the bed looked unused so she wasn't so sure. "What did you want to do tonight? I was thinking we could go to that new ramen place then go to karaoke?"

@♗ Shiroma Miru Why did this have to happen? Why?! Chisa let out a scream and threw a cheap vase that decorated a windowsill against the wall. It shattered in dozens of pieces but that didn't make him feel any better. He felt sick to his stomach. Couldn't he have anything... anything that was untouched by that man? Anything that was just his? Anything to care about? Chisa let out a faint sob and sank to his knees, fingers digging into the fabric of his thin T-shirt. A few days ago he was summoned by his guardian. He still remembered his calm, soft tone, how casually he had announced he was going to arrange for Chisa's only friend's - and that Chisa was expected to help. Chisa had done it before, but that had been with others from the orphanage, kids who were being trained to be workers like he'd been. He didn't like doing it, but it had been done to him and it was just... something all of Jaejoong's future workers went through. It was cruel and horrible but it was also... normal? At least Chisa was there to calm them down afterwards. But Miru- Miru wasn't even part of the orphanage! Why her?! Apparently someone unwilling and not used to forced was needed for this particular client. Chisa offered to do it himself, but apparently he was too... used. He said he could fake it, he could act, he begged, but Jaejoong wasn't having it. It had to be Miru.

Chisa slowly pushed himself up and went to the bathroom, sniffling as he fixed his makeup. She was going to be here soon, and shortly after the client would come. Chisa's hands were shaking and he gripped onto the sink tightly in an effort to calm the tremours. Chisa had met Miru at the bar she worked at and they had quickly become friends. He let out a soft sob and quickly pressed his forefingers against the inner corners of his eyes, head tilted up to stop any tears from falling. Miru couldn't know he was upset, she couldn't get suspicious. It would just make everything worse for her, for him. Worse for him. Whenever Chisa had had a bad day, he had gone to Miru and she would cheer him up a bit. She knew what he did for a living. She'd been there for him when he'd escaped some maniac in the West and come back beaten and bloody, she'd been there for him when one of his "siblings" from the orphanage, also a worker, had been killed by a psychotic client. And now he was doing this to her... he was such a coward. So pathetic. So disgusting. There was a knock on the door. She was here. Chisa stood up straight, blew his nose, checked his make-up and took a deep breath. He tried to smile at himself in the mirror, but it looked so fake. Ohh well. Maybe she would see it and run. Maybe she would be able to tell something was wrong and not come in. Chisa brushed a strand of long blonde hair out of his face and opened the door. "Miru~~", he called in his usual playful, cutesy tone. "You made it! -Are you sure you have time though? Nothing important to do?" God, someone, whoever, please make her leave. Please please please please please.