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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Ensemble_Stars!_(Video_Game)
  Character:
      Shino_Hajime
  Additional Tags:
      Prostitution, Feminization, dubcon, noncon_later, niichan_kink, and_its
      not_hajime's, OH_yeah_its_hajime/mob, mob, Piss_kink
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-17 Completed: 2017-12-20 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 2308
****** At Least Once ******
by meekie
Summary
     "Every idol has done it, at least once"
Notes
     DON'T LIKE DON'T READ UWU. this is a Hajime drabble, the thought came
     to me suddenly. It's not great & I'm tired. I might write another
     chapter, let me know. (I might also revise this at a later date, but
     hey the enstars tag is shit anyways)
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
"It's not hard, every idol does it at least once." The words repeated over and
over in the young boy's head. Yet he still couldn't make sense of them. Had
Tomoya "done it"...? What about Mitsuru? Niichan...? There was no way. Though
the thought of helping his family and his unit was appealing. It would be easy
right? Besides Hajime liked to make people happy. It's just like another part
time job!
—
Hajime followed instructions remarkably well. Tell your parents you're staying
at a friends house, wait in this area, ask a man who appears to be well off to
"help you", and don't ever tell them your name. Easy.
The boy had left school in only his gym clothes underneath his old winter coat.
He kept his lilac pouch on him just in case he started to get nervous, and
clutched his school bag close to him. Maybe this will be good, he thought, he
might even be able to buy his siblings real Christmas presents this year. He
sighed into the winter air, everything was so quiet this late, just the gentle
buzz of electricity that filled city. A few salarymen walked by, as Hajime
watched them most completely ignored him in favor of talking to women nearby.
However one man eventually passed a bit lankier than the rest, he was
trembling, nervous maybe? By the look on his face he seemed to be. Hajime
walked forward weakly, letting out a meek "Sir," before asking if the man could
help him. He seemed nervous but cracked him the smallest smile.
"Are you new?"
"Yes Sir"
Hajime was starting to waver a bit as well, but he needed to help...that's all
he wanted to do.
The man took his hand and commented on how frail Hajime was, 'she' must be
young. He laughed a nervous laugh and nodded along with the man's compliments,
it was almost too much and Hajime didn't understand why he kept giving them.
The man led him for what felt like hours at the agonizing rate they were going.
Until they reached his apartment.
—
The blue haired boy took his shoes off and stepped inside, it was nice enough.
It smelled faintly of cigarette smoke and cheap air freshener, but overall it
was a nice apartment. Hajime turned back to the older male and asked him what
his job was? He cocked an eyebrow before laughing and telling him the innocent
look worked well for 'her'.
Hajime just smiled clutching at his lilac pouch, he was getting anxious.
Something was clearly lost on him...normally he understood things fairly well.
With a small quavering voice he asked again what his job was? The older male
just told him to strip, and then mentioned offhandedly that 'she' was to call
him Niichan. Easy enough, maybe the job involved another outfit...and he calls
Nazuna Niichan all the time.
Hajime was led into the bedroom and sat on the side of the bed and directed,
more assertively this time, to strip. Completely. He did as he was told, taking
his lilac pouch out of his pocket first and sitting it next to him. Niichan
watched him intently, and the second Hajime pulled up his shirt he gripped his
wrist and yelled at him to stop. Hajime whimpered and jerked away on instinct,
he must have done something wrong.
Niichan began asking if this was his first time? Hajime answered no, he works
lots of jobs! Niichan just looked confused before gripping Hajime and stripping
him himself. He spread Hajime's legs at the edge of the bed, tucked himself
between them. Hajime made no protest, just held his lilac pouch to his chest,
he needed this. Whatever it was would help, it would finally help everyone.
Niichan began palming his thighs, asking Hajime if it felt good? He's so
soft...so soft and delicate looking for a boy. He wanted to crush him, to break
him completely, the kid has no idea what he's doing. It was all fine, weird,
but fine. Until Niichan leaned forward and put his mouth around Hajime's limp
cock. Hajime jolted and tried to grip his hair and push back, it felt weird,
that feels weird! "W-What are you doing....?" Niichan just chuckled and told
him he assumed Hajime would have touched himself. Stroking Hajime's small cock
with one finger, "It might as well be a clit, no wonder people see him as a
girl..." he murmured, trailing off and looking up at Hajime before he gripped
it tightly in his hand. Watching Hajime's face contort from confusion to pain,
he yelped out Niichan in that sweet soft voice of his. The man could feel
himself straining against his slacks. He could push this kid farther, he seems
eager. He wants it, he asked for it.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     DONT LIKE DONT READ PART 2. Surprised I didn't get murdered for this
     but i'm definitely going to write another part, maybe more? I have
     other fics in mind too. IT'S NOT THAT GREAT BUT i've been writing as
     inspiration hits me in small bursts. So. Here you guys go.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Hajime clawed at the older male's hand until he eventually released him. He
settled for stroking his length instead and watching he small boy squirm from
the unfamiliar contact. "You really don't know what you're doing do you..?"
Niichan grinned up at him and his words made Hajime's heart sink. He was never
bad at a job, he always did them to the best of his abilities....besides Eichi
told him something like this would be easy. His head swirled with all of these
thoughts and also kept going back to the feeling between his legs. All he could
manage was a weak "No," in response. Before resigning to soft whines.
Before Hajime came from the simple action Niichan stood and slowly removed his
own pants as well. Hajime watched in awe and his eyes widened on the man's
obvious erection. It was so much bigger than his. "Niichan...? Is that what
happens when you get older?" The older male laughed at him. Hajime quickly
covered his face and turned bright red, he shouldn't have asked something so
embarrassing. "Probably not to pretty boys like you." was all Niichan could
offer him in response. He then pressed his cock against Hajime's lips, the
precum coating them as he ran it against them. The smaller boy jumped and made
a disgusted look, it smells bad, and its weird.
The man gripped his hair and pressed his length against Hajime's cheek. "Be a
good boy, you want to do well at this job right? Just open your mouth...I
promise i'll be gentle." Niichan cooed down at him until he reluctantly opened
his mouth. Niichan smiled and cooed good boy down at him, Hajime looked good
like this, he could make a real career out of it if he wanted to. Without much
hesitation Niichan forced his cock into the small mouth, groaning at the sudden
warm. Guiding Hajime to lick it, and don't use teeth. Niichan slid in and out
of his mouth, keeping a firm grip on his hair. When he reached near his throat
he found more pleasure in watching Hajime's expression shift to shock and
seeing him gag.
Niichan settled on pushing him farther. In one motion pushing down Hajime's
throat, not even hesitating after that to fuck the boy's throat. It was so warm
and tight, and the more he gagged the tighter it got. Hajime had tears welling
up and eventually just started to cry, making any little noise he could to show
Niichan that it hurt. He had to know it hurt....what did he even get himself
into. He clutched his small lilac pouch, he was shaking again.
Hajime struggled to hold himself together as Niichan continued to violate him.
Sending his mind in multiple different places at once. Until he just gave in,
he was terrified. Which quickly grew into humiliation at the act, and the small
puddle forming between his legs. He was pissing himself like a small child
would from fear. Niichan felt a growing warmth and wetness against the edge of
the bed, sliding out of the boy's throat. "You stupid fucking brat," he didn't
even yell like Hajime expected him to, just gripped his hair tighter and yanked
him off the bed and onto the floor. "How old are you anyways?" Niichan took him
by the hair and pressed his face right into the wet spot. He didn't intend to
have to potty train the kid. Though watching him breakdown and start crying out
apologies was nice enough.
Chapter End Notes
     puppy hajime is appealing to me ngl. Anyways, comments appreciated.
     Thank you for the few on the last chapter.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     DONT LIKE DONT READ UWU. oops
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Hajime laid back his head left spinning as he tried to regain himself. It was
all too embarrassing, he thought he'd just be cleaning or getting a new job.
Anything other than whatever this was. It hurt and it was scary. "Sir...can I
go home? You don't have to pay..." He trailed off at the sight of Niichan
raising his hand and gently telling him he broke character. Niichan lowered his
hand swiftly smacking Hajime straight across the face. "Learn your place,
you're nothing but a whore..." he paused, "You know? I never got your name."
Hajime struggled to think of something, mumbling out the names of his siblings
and quietly saying no after them, being unable to settle on something. He was
told specifically not to give his name.
Niichan laughed at him and reached for the school bag Hajime left on the floor.
Rummaging through it until pulling out the case that contained his school ID.
"Yumenosaki...? Like that talent school? Shino Hajime." Hajime looked on
horrified, giving a silent nod. He knew, would he come to his school? Hurt him?
His Family? Hurt Nazuna, Tomoya, or Mitsuru? They were all important to him.
"It's a cute name, you must be in the idol course right? You have a nice face.
I bet most of your fans are guys like me huh?" Hajime thought back, he had met
a lot of girls, but he had met equally enough men who covered their faces in
face masks in glasses. They always seemed to like him the most, telling him
'Hajime-kun is so pretty! Like an actual girl!' He nodded, "Some of
them...They're all nice though" he reached for his lilac pouch and shifted to
the edge of the bed.
Niichan pulled out his phone and held Hajime's ID up to his face, quickly
snapping a picture. Moments like this were meant to be remembered, and Hajime's
career would never survive if anything obscene got out. Lowering his school ID
to his cock, "Do you want all of your fans to see your small dick, Hajime?" he
let out a laugh and snapped another picture, "It's so small, it really does
resemble a girl's clit." Hajime sat shaking and shook his head, "What do you
plan to do with these..?" "Make sure you don't tell, i'll show everyone if you
do. The best thing about an idol is their reputation" Niichan grinned and told
him to get on his hands and knees, they aren't done yet after all.
 
Hajime jumped at the wet cold finger pressed against his hole. Niichan gently
cooing that it wouldn't take long, he'd rather be prepared right? Sliding his
index finger in before slowly pressing in another. Listening to Hajime squirm
and whine was only making him more eager. "That's dirty....you really
shouldn't—" cut off by a moan as the fingers inside him pressed farther, biting
his lip and whining. "It's too much take them out please." tears welling up in
the corners of his eyes. Maybe if he shut them it would be over faster.
He heard Niichan reposition himself to be completely behind him and just shook,
waiting for it to be over already. He didn't want to, he didn't like this job.
Hajime whined at the sudden warmth pressed against his hole, "Feels good?
Wouldn't it feel better inside?" Niichan cooed down at the small boy, running a
hand down his back before placing it at his hip. Before Hajime could even
protest he pressed himself inside, slowly until he reached the base. The sounds
of Hajime crying and trying to thrash and get away only encouraging him to try
to press in deeper. "Doesn't it feel good Hajime? You're all filled up, it fits
perfectly....you're so tight Hajime. Niichan continued mumbling praises over
and over for how cute he was, how tight he was, how he almost felt like a real
girl.
Hajime stayed there for what felt like forever, crying and asking him to stop.
Until his arms gave out and he fell forwards, Niichan immediately gripping his
hair and yanking him upwards. Pounding into him over and over until he started
to feel numb. To add on to humiliation Niichan kept tugging on his tiny cock
throughout, telling him it was getting hard. "You must be a real slut Hajime,
you get hard from being fucked like a girl...I can't believe i'm fucking a real
idol." He paused and pulled out his phone again, "Your fans would want to see
these too right?" taking pictures and pressing Hajime down when he tried to
reach for the phone. It was pathetic, hearing him cry no over and over again.
He asked for it, he needed money.
Hajime whined and then went silent besides the few sniffles as Niichan finished
inside of him. It felt warm...and once he pulled out Hajime felt empty. He laid
against his bed on his face, letting Niichan flip him over and continue to take
pictures of him, not even reacting. "Hajime you're so pretty like this..." he
mumbled snapping more photos. "Hajime? You have a phone right? You should give
me a way to contact you..." Niichan paused and turned and grabbed something off
of his nightstand. He pulled out bills and sat them against Hajime's bare
stomach. "There you go, we should do this again...unless" he waved his phone in
Hajime's face, "You want everyone else to see you like this too."
Chapter End Notes
     Anyways i'm done, I might write more fanfics maybe? This tag is kind
     of trash which is a shame because I really like this series. I can
     guarantee anything else I write will probably be similar to this.
     Poor Hajime, press F to pay respects.
End Notes
     let me know if i should add more. poor haji
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