You began to cry again, pitiful. “Please don’t shoot me Kai, please don’t… I don’t wanna die, please don’t shoot me.” He smiled beneath his mask, pulling his fingers out of you and reaching back to reveal the gun. Kai’s fingers curled and you lost it, mewling as you creamed on his glove clad fingers. His words just kept pushing you closer and closer to the edge, leaving you reeling. “Don’t be like that…” his golden eyes bored into yours. “Wouldn’t it feel so good to let it all go? To just cum on my fingers? I’m sure you’d love to.” You could feel the pleasure building in your navel, and as hard as you tried to convince yourself not to cum, you just kept getting pushed more and more to the edge. He worked you with his hands, easily making your cunt budge. Or if perhaps he really wanted to kill you. You wondered if he was trying to see if you could steel yourself. He kept stroking your insides, eliciting your slick and arousal. The brush of latex gloves inside of you felt foreign, but your body was starting to react. “Why are you doing this?” You whined, pressing your hands against his shoulders. You sniffled as he methodically rolled his thumb at your clit, working to get you wet. He brought his hand back down to prod at your pussy, forcibly sticking his fingers inside you. You could only hold your cheek, more tears falling from your eyes. He smacked you hard across the face, nearly making you fall to your side. “Stop, Chisaki!” Your voice was already panicked, tears beginning to sprout at your eyes. “What do you want from me? P- please don’t do this I don’t want to do this–”
#Yandere roulette in the artificial academy game skin#
You knew this was a game, a game that would only hurt you, whether that bullet pierced your skin or not. You were quick to grab his hands, trying to get him off of you. He wasted no time in pushing your gown up and pulling your panties down. He didn’t give you much of a choice, sheathing the gun in his pocket and grabbing your ankle and pulling you forward. “What… what about you?” You blink at him. He brought his hand down, letting the gun hang to the side. “There’s only one bullet inside of this gun.” He cocked it, pointing it at you. “Whenever you cum… I’ll shoot.” He pushes it back in, giving it a few spins, readjusting his grip on the weapon. He shakes out the cylinder of the gun, using one of his fingers to lodge and load it. You nod.Ī gloved hand reaches inside of his pocket, pulling a singular bullet out. You swallowed, looking up at him from your spot on the tile floor. So you wondered why he needed a gun of all things. Overhaul could end you in a second if he really wanted to in a plethora of a horrible ways at that. He didn’t need a gun to have you shaking. Nsfw, fem reader, noncon/rape, use of guns, gun roulette!, fear play, blood/gore, woundfucking mentions, death/murder, suicide mentions, some real fucked up shit :0 overhaul… which was a perfect choice! <3 love you and hope you all enjoy! Another original story? insane! dedicated to missus who sent me the tiktok that inspired this fic and also asked if it could be for mr.