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can you plssss do a jealous angsty smut with MMA!Toji? i love me some angst 😣😣😣

✵ UNWARRANTED LUST ✵

mma!toji hates how his relationship needs to be a secret, he hates it more when he can’t say anything when someone’s flirting with his girlfriend

✵ MMA!Toji Fushiguro x reader ✵

✵ tags — angsttt + age gap + jealous toji + crying + overstimulat*on + subspace + squ*rting + blo*d (in mma fight)+ spit k*nk + makeup s3x + sum soft toji + dacryphilia + pet names + pnssy slapping + nsfw + sfw +

✵ notes — I’ve gotten soo many requests for an angst with mma!toji, yall rlly like the pain💀 some were super specific and idk if I’ll have time to do each one, so I chose the most vague request and will try and combine the ones that were sent it — so again thxs to everyone that has been reading mma!toji and expressing their likes!

18+ — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

a quick fyi — most mma fighters only fight like 2-3 times a year but for the purposes of this mma au, I’m disregarding this…:p

toji was your first serious relationship. though you’ve been dating for about two months now. you felt such adoration for him. he taught you so many new things. he was also the man to take your virginity away. him being older than you also had benefits. specifically his understanding nature and the way he spoils you, maybe a little too much. but then there’s his own problems…

the cold drink dribbled down his chin, slipping to his chest as he continued to chug the water. the constant sound of laughter and the beating music of the gym was making his blood pressure rise. his eyes flickering over to the source of the angelic voice. seeing the squint of her adorable eyes as she laughed, her cheeks a dusty pink. but the scene was soured by the man that was drooling over her.

“toji?” getou’s voice brought toji back to his training match in the ring. getou bouncing on his feet as he waited for toji to return.

“mm,” toji grunts, setting his water down as he fixed his hand wrappings, as he stood up. toji’s new couch, sukuna, was instructing him, however, his words were going in one ear and out the other.

“you didn’t know that now did you?” the gruff voice of a fellow fighter echoed through the gym. did it bother toji that he couldn’t outwardly shout and tell them to leave his girlfriend alone? at the moment she was just here to do her job and get photos of him for the paper. she was covering his next fight in the paper, and it was not public knowledge that they were together.

“what’s the problem with telling people?” toji mumbled, as he kissed her cheek, his lips traveling down her neck as he gently rocked his morning wood between her legs.

“i…uh…wait toji,” toji found it so fucking adorable, how you still got so flustered whenever he’d get all sexually excited for you. her hand on his bare chest as she tried to calm her burning cheeks.

“yes?” toji pressed his clothed boner firmly against her exposed slit. her breath hitched, fingers digging into the flesh of chest. she took a shaky breath, collecting her thoughts—her mind always getting scrambled when he touched her like that.

“i have to cover this fight so I can have this story published, and it’ll be in the sports journal this time, which would be amazing for my resume/portfolio, especially since it’s before I’m graduating,” you explain, “but if it gets out that we’re together now, then they’ll probably pull out my story or make a joke out of it.” you say very clearly for the man so he can understand. his head tilting as he looks down at you. your cheeks flush under his gaze.

“but you’re gonna be in the gym,” toji says, his knuckles gently caressing the tops of your breasts that are exposed in his huge tshirt that’s slid down your shoulder, a worried smile lifting on his lips when he sees the way your nipples already perk up through the material. it was too easy.

“i don’t like most of the guys there.” toji deadpans, his eyes lifting up to your flushed face. “they’re gonna be all over you.” you react so obviously to his touch, gaze, smell, you were his. he knew you only wanted him…but you were just so oblivious sometimes. you’re so unaware of all the looks and ways people speak about you. he doesn’t know if it’s a blessing or curse that you only ever entertain him.

“i’m only coming to do my job, besides, it’s not like I’m gonna interview you, ‘m just gonna grab some pictures of you training beforehand, and I’ll talk to sukuna-san about how he’s training you—“

“sukuna-san?” toji had a slight edge to his voice. your eyes squinting at him.

“seriously?” toji sighs, dropping his head on your shoulder.

“i hate journalists,” he grumbles into your skin. you let out a sigh, only to yelp as you feel his rocking start again. “w-wait—“ toji cuts you off with his lips, tongue already between yours as he grunts into your lips as he pulls his leaking dick out.

“no waiting, gonna fill you up,” his words sent your brain overheating.

“don’t say things like th—ah!” his tip entering had your nails digging into his shoulder, your head falling back as he stretched you. “ ‘s big—ah wait wa-ah,” Toji’s tongue licked your lips, as your hips tried to wiggle away from him.

“cmon puppy, open,” his tongue hanging out waiting for you to copy, eyes obediently meeting his as your lips parted, tongue peaking out. he ran his tongue against yours. humming in approval as he felt your gummy walls clench around his tip, trying to suck him in.

“who’s all needy now,” he smiles against your lips as you moan, feeling him enter you. his salvia running down your tongue as you flushed with arousal, his hand pushing the material of your shirt up, exposing your tits as his fingers tweaked at your nipples. “slutty pup,” he whispered, as he licked your ear, your legs instinctively moving higher up his waist as he went deeper.

“faster—please,” you pant, just wanting him to enter you fully, toji laughed in your ear as he rubbed your thigh, his hand moving further down your leg, before he lifted it higher and drove his cock deep into your pussy, your back arching at the surprise as you screamed out. toji smiled as he pulled out and snapped his hips back in, picking up the pace.

that was yesterday. the conversation echoed in his mind the moment you arrived today. sukuna had already spoken to you, and now you were supposed to be getting photos of him. but instead this prick was all over you.

“oi quit with fucking talking!” toji’s shout sent the entire gym halting. your eyes startled wide as you looked over at toji, glaring in your direction, his eyes bleeding into the man’s mind.

“just asking the journalist here some questions, no harm man!” miyori tried to brush off. getou took a step towards toji, there was only a small number of people that knew about the relationship. getou, gojo, his manager, and sukuna.

“if I hear your voice one more time,” toji’s blood was boiling.

“your scaring the journalist, we’re just talking—“

“i’m fine,” you quickly interject, trying to diffuse the situation. “i think I have all the photos I need. ill make my way out now. thank you toji-san, sukuna-san—“

“no you’re not,” miyori cuts you off. you look up at him as he stands a bit too close. toji raises a brow at miyori. “you can stay longer. toji’s always triggered by journalists.”

“uh,” what the fuck are you supposed to say to that?

“besides, I like having you here,” miyori said, catching you slightly off guard. toji cursed to himself, this is why you’re so shit with cutting people off. you could not take compliments for shit. you always got flustered or awkward, and if it was a stranger, like this guy, they’ll definitely get the wrong idea. and you always assume it’s about your job.

“oh um, thanks,” you awkwardly reply, as miyori smiles at you.

“toji it’s fine, cmon,” getou put a hand on toji’s chest. first, getou was slightly nervous to continue fighting a raging toji. second, toji usually tended to lash out on everyone when he was pissed off. third, gym toji was a different level of rage.

“y/n-san,” toji was practically seething, your eyes looking over at the man. your brows furrowed, he needed to calm down. “leave.”

“toji ‘s not a big deal,” the moment miyori’s hand touched your lower back, toji could not compose himself.

“i’m done, anyways, i’ll go,” you knew how upset toji was getting, and besides you were done for the day.

“it’s okay, toji is just—“

“i said it’s fine, you don’t have to stand up for me,” you snap miyori, trying your best not to let him get the wrong idea. he really was just being nice and asking you questions. but now, it was just awkward how he thought he needed to talk for you.

“i’m just helping you out, sweetie,” ew…

“leave her alone. she’s leaving now, so drop it,” toji took in a breath, trying desperately to compose himself, as getou stood in his way with a hand to his chest. the last thing toji wanted to do was expose your relationship and ruin your job, that you so desperately loved.

“i’m leaving,” you quickly grab your things and make a swift exit. the man doesn’t have a chance to stop you, since he was having a stare down with toji.

toji drops his bag by the door, eyes landing on your back, seated at the kitchen counter typing. the events of the day had his blood a bit too hot as he moved over to you.

“you’re not coming friday,” toji mumbles in your ear, your heart nearly jumping out of your throat.

“fuck—toji, don’t do that,” you take your headphones off. looking over your shoulder at his annoyed expression. “what’s up?”

“you’re not coming friday,” toji repeats, your brow raised as you turned in your seat, his arms were caged around your body. holding the counter behind you.

“the match?” you look at him, he doesn’t answer. “the one in six days? this friday?” he’s quiet. “funny.”

“i don’t want you there,” he says, you rub your eye as you glare at him with the free one

“okay?” you reply sarcastically. “i have a job, I told you.”

“i don’t care,” his words were cold, clearly not joking.

yours brows furrowed. your hand coming up to his chest to push him back, needing some space, especially with how he’s acting. toji stepped back as he looked at you.

“why’re you acting like this?” your eyes try to read him, it’s always been a little difficult especially when he‘s not the type to really expresses himself.

“like what?” he shoots back, your face clearly showing how uninterested you are in his attitude. toji could read you easily.

“like an asshole?” you huff, closing your laptop and getting up from your seat. you moved around the kitchen to grab a glass of water. “this is the first time i’m seeing you fight since we’ve started dating.”

“we’re not dating,” you looked over your shoulder at toji leaning his hip against the counter, arms crossed in his tight black shirt. “we’re not dating in public. that’s what you said.” your eye twitches. “so you’re not coming.” is he really upset about today?

“fine we’re not dating, but I still have a job,” you huff back, drinking the water.

“I don’t care,” toji shrugs. “fuck the job, and fuck the journalism shit.”

“stop it,” your eyes stare back at his cold ones. “if it’s about today—“

“great you catch on, it is about today. exactly why you’re not coming to the match, because all the guys and miyori will be there,” toji breaks, his voice rising, as his bicep flexes a bit in aggression remembering everything that happened today.

“i left after I finished taking the photos, miyori-san was annoying, and I left—“

“no, you left when I told you too, miyori was practically fucking you with his eyes and you took it,” toji laughed, your chest was squeezing and your blood was rising in annoyance.

“i did not. and I left after you told me because you looked like you were going to go ape shit on him. but I wouldn’t have left if I didn’t have everything I needed,” you shot back, as toji looked at you.

“sweetheart, please,” toji squeezed his eyes shut, the sharpness in his voice sent shivers down your spine. “you can’t turn guys down—you just can’t—“

“I did!” you shot back.

“no you didn’t! you were fucking laughing and accepting all the shit that was pouring out of his mouth!” toji was now pissed.

“I was being nice, is that a sin?”

“it is! it is when you’re not clear—you don’t know anything about fucking boundaries. and I can’t even say shit because of your shitty journalist shit—“

“it’s not shit.”

“it is—ah fuck i fucking hate journalists! all the fucking same shit — fuck!” toji was shouting. his words felt like cuts itching into your chest. your eyes filling up with tears.

“asshole,” you mumble. toji rubs his face, hands behind his head as he looks at you. his blood was pumping in his ears as he watched you, move past him.

“I can’t help you if some guy’s hitting on you,” toji looks over his shoulder to see you packing your things in your bag. “hey, y/n—“

“i don’t need you to help me,” you snap, eyes filled with tears as you look up at him. “asshole asshole asshole…” you chant very childishly to yourself as you suck your breath as you quickly pack your bag and grab it moving towards the bedroom.

“are serious? baby,” toji watches you grab your phone from the charger and pushing past him. “y/n!” toji grabs your arm, you look back at him, a deep glare staring back at him, your lashes coated with tears as you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to resist the urge to let that tear slip. “you’re not gonna come friday, alright?”

“ass…” you yank your arm from his grip. “hole.” you storm and grab your jacket.

“y/n! fucking listen, you don’t get it—“

“i don’t get it?” you aggressively put on your jacket. “I don’t get it?? me?” you snort. “who’s the one getting all pissed and being a fucking asshole!! because he’s fucking jealous!” the scream pierced the air like a knife as tears fell down your face.

toji’s jaw clenched. as you grabbed your bag and shoved your boots on.

“y/n it’s late, cmon, i don’t want you to leave,” toji stood in his spot as he watched your disheveled self. tears leaking uncontrollably, still wearing your pajamas.

“sweetheart,” you stood in front of the door, looking up. toji was quiet.

“what?” you waited, the tears pausing for a moment. still fresh on your cheeks as your lip quivered. toji couldn’t bring himself to say it. he’s dealt with fights in past relationships, he’s had things thrown at him. but unlike all the rest of them, he actually cared this time. what made it worse was he knew he was in the wrong, he was being selfish, so fucking selfish, and a fucking asshole. could he fix it? did he want too? or would he rather keep you to himself?

your eyes felt foggy as it filled with tears, your fist clenching as you stood waiting. say something. please. toji-san. the older mans comforting warmth wasn’t there.

“i want to see you…” toji finally spoke, your lip trembled. “but not on friday…don’t come to the match, sweetheart.”

the door slammed behind you, echoing in the large penthouse.

“fuck me,” toji rubbed his face.

you returned back to your apartment. spending the rest of the night crying. asshole asshole asshole! the chant was on repeat in your head. it wasn’t fair. it wasn’t fair at all! you’re going to the match. you have too, your job and future depends on the story. but…but is it worth risking your relationship?

“asshole,” you choked on a sob as you buried your face in your pillow letting it soak up your quiet tears, curling up into a ball.

toji couldn’t sleep either. his eyes staring up at the ceiling, arm under his head, as the image of your quivering lip and teary face stared back at him. he’s supposed to be a fucking adult, but he still gets jealous over such a frivolous matter. was he doubting your ability to stand up for yourself. did he have a right to judge you for being polite to others? is he just too cold to understand?

the thoughts plagued his mind all night.

“toji, keep it together! there you go!” sukuna clapped, as toji kicked his opponent back, quickly moving in to knock him off balance. gojo called for the end of the match with toji as the victor. sukuna climbing into the ring, patting toji.

“fucking great! this week you’ve been working hard!tomorrow just do a morning run, don’t go too crazy, need you fresh friday!” sukuna undid toji’s gloves as toji hummed.

“toji here’s y/n’s ticket, if she’s going in with the other journalists just rip it up,” gojo was holding the ticket out for toji, who looked up at gojo. “so journalists?” gojo raised a brow, retracting the ticket.

“dunno,” toji huffed back, exiting the ring moving past gojo. getou swiftly moved out of the way, slipping next to gojo.

“this bout yesterday?” gojo asked, the man really had no fear. getou was silent as he quietly watched, resting his chin on gojo’s shoulder, arms around his waist. “you guys fight?”

“told her not to come,” toji wiped his sweaty body with a towel, sukuna leaning on the railing of the ring as he listened as well.

“why?” gojo questioned. yesterday was building up to something, but after you left, getou and the rest assumed toji had calmed down.

“you think the guys will hit on her?” getou answered tojis concerns easily.

“they will, and she can’t even say anything back,” toji pinched his nose, trying to calm the growing headache from yesterdays fight.

“well it’s not like she’s gonna cheat on you,” sukuna chimed in. “she is pretty young, but she has some serious balls. it’s cute that she gets awkward around compliments, but whenever she talks she’s professional which is hilarious,” sukuna says as gojo and getou agree.

“she’s doing her job,” toji scoffs. “so fuckin annoying. fuckin publicity, and press shit,” toji rubbed his temple.

“stop freaking out,” gojo snapped at him, toji shot him a glare. “you should act more your age, old man.”

“fuck off,” toji was annoyed, it’s been almost a week since he’s seen you. you haven’t returned or answered any of his texts or calls. he wanted to know how you were doing, how are you feeling. didn’t you have an exam yesterday, he wanted to know how it went. but instead he was alone every night, with only your scent on his bed and around the penthouse.

“i agree,” sukuna raised an arm as toji tsked. “grow some balls. it’s just cuz you fuck her and think the way she acts around you is the way she acts around everyone else,” sukuna easily explains.

toji is quiet. he just assumed you’re like that with everyone, but it was just the dumbass anger issues. toji left without another word, as the three men watched in amusement.

the knock echoed in the apartment. toji impatiently knocking, until the door finally opened. glaring back at him with an annoyed expression was your roommate, soi.

“she’s not here,” she answers before he could speak.

“where?”

“not here,” she stares back.

“when will she be back—“

“dunno, so you should leave. she doesn’t wanna see you,” she states, he looks over her shoulder at your room door. it was indeed open, and you did not seem to be in there.

“great,” he was annoyed, very much so. he knew you were here, you’re keys and phone clearly on the small kitchen counter, but he knew he couldn’t barge in. you’d get more pissed. should he tell you to come to the match? or would you be annoyed and think he’s telling you what to do?

“tell her I won’t be mad whatever she chooses to do,” he told soi, as she stared at him with dead eyes.

“not telling her that,” she replies, toji sucks in a breath.

“thanks,” toji forces a smile.

“you’re not welcome,” the door slams in his face. soi stares at the closed door, before letting out a shaky breath. nerves filling her body.

“y/n/n he’s fucking huge, that was so scary!” she shakes her body as she turns back to you who is now popping out from behind the small kitchen counter, hand over your mouth.

“shhh he could still be outside,” you shush her as she freezes, eyes wide.

“is he gonna beat me up?” she whispers through her hand. you both stare at each other, dead silent, hands over your mouths. hearts beating in your ears.

toji did in fact hear the entire thing. glad that you at least heard his message, turning he made his way out. you sneaked quietly to the pep hole, looking through.

“he’s gone,” you sigh. as soi releases as shaky breath.

“my legs were shaking the entire time,” soi laughs, you were thankful she was there to answer the door. however, your blood only seemed to boil.

“asshole,” you mumble, soi quiets as she looks at you. “fucking—I was gonna go anyways, it’s my job,” you seethe, clicking your tongue in annoyance.

“mhm mhm, shove it in his face that it was your choice,” soi hypes you, but then going quiet. “but like don’t make him mad…that’s scary.”

the confidence and nerves was building up all day. your stomach turning as you walked into the stadium. getting through with your journalist pass your job provided for you. i won’t be mad. i won’t be mad. his words were printed into your mind. doesn’t fucking matter—selfish bastard—you were mad. he criticized your job and you. asshole.

you sat in your seat as the fighters came up. your eyes brighten when toji came jumping onto the stage, the entire audience cheered loudly, incredible fans screaming. toji was unbothered by all the noise, instead looking around…

your eyes met his, the brief exchange sent a flush rising up your cheeks, stupid, quickly remembering and looking away. toji’s eyes stayed on you, until sukuna came over and spoke to him.

“y/n-san,” your eyes looked up as you saw miyori coming up to you.

“miyori-san,” you replied curtly.

“oh this is shinji,” he introduced the other man beside him, who you briefly met last week. you nodded at the two, looking away as the match began. toji obviously noticed the two men sitting next to you. inhaling sharply, as they leaned close, talking in your ear over all the noise.

toji was growing more and more frustrated. you stood clicking your camera, only for the two men to come follow you. your heart was beating fast watching the fight. toji was taking too many hits. cmon! he’s being working so hard. as much as he acted indifferently, toji really did enjoy the sport. and you loved watching him fight.

“and I was saying—“

“dude, i have a job. could you please lay off?” you snap at miyori. his brows furrowed.

“I’m just talking,” he laughed, wondering what’s going on.

“no you’re flirting,”

“and that’s a problem?” he raised a brow.

“it is when I’m not interested, so if you could let me do my job,” you turn back to the fight, watching toji.

“hey, what’s with the switch, is it toji—“ wow men really are fucking brainless.

“it’s no one. it’s me. i’m not interested. so fuck off. do I have to tell you I have boyfriend or girlfriend, cuz you can’t take a fucking hint or some shit? cant be polite to anyone anymore.” you scoff, turning away. men really don’t know how to back off unless you tell them you’re with someone or if you snap at them.

“bitch,” he comes up, only for gojo and getou to quickly step in. backing them down. you hadn’t noticed, too occupied with staring at toji.

“cmon cmon,” you cheered under your breath. heart racing as toji went after his opponent. your body flinched when toji took a punch to the rib. but he quickly recovered and got his opponent with an aggressive hook. you were shouting with the rest of the audience until toji finally knocked his opponent out.

“FUCK YES!” you screamed as the entire stadium erupted in cheers. you captured so many great photos as toji was bombarded by press. your cheeks were flush, as you were suddenly filled with the urge to see him. but… not here.

toji looked everywhere for you afterwards. getting treated in the lockerroom, as he asked gojo and getou where you’d gone. toji’s heart sank once they said that you left. fuck.

toji was escorted back to his penthouse. holding an ice pack to his nose as he pushed past the crowd in front of the entrance. should he go to your apartment? should he beg you to forgive him? he wasn’t a beggar. but he wanted to see you.

dropping his bag by the door, he moved to take his shoes off—suddenly noticing the familiar shoes.

“I just came here to tell you that I was gonna go to the match regardless if you came by my place or not,” you huff, cheeks puffed pointing at toji as he stared up at you frozen. you were here. his green eyes sent a warm wave filling your body. “i like being a shitty journalist, so fuck you for being an asshole. and i do stand up for myself—but i don’t need to tell anyone I have a boyfriend for them to leave me alone.” your voice was firm as you tried your best not to break face, but the way toji was looking at you—

toji couldn’t stop his feet. his hands grabbing your face as he kissed you. “i love my shitty journalist,” he kissed your lips over and over.

“lo-love—?“ you held his wrists, mind dazed at what he just said. you looked up at him, as he stared at you with such warmth.

“I love you,” toji mumbled, as he licked your lips. “i’m always selfish. i love being selfish. and i love being selfishly yours,” he sighed against your open lips. his adrenaline still pumping from the match.

“i hate it when you’re selfish,” you breathe against his lips as he hums.

“i know,” he kisses you, deepening it, letting his tongue enter your mouth. moaning as he easily picks you up. his lips staying on yours as he lays you down on the bed. your moaning and heaving as he pulls away. you both strip as you stand on the bed quickly pushing your pants, pulling your legs out as toji looks up at you, hands grabbing at your waist once you’ve successfully gotten the clothing off.

“you’re still mad?” toji bites your nipple, making you yelp in surprise, grabbing his hair. you looked down at him. his eyes teasing as he tugs at the bud.

“you haven’t apologized for real,” you reply, as toji hums around the bud, pulling away and lifting your leg over his shoulder, kneeling on the bed.

“i said I love you,” toji kisses your pussy, his words already had your heart fluttering, but still…

“no…you need to apologize then,” your hand holds his shoulder for stability, as he licks through your puffy folds, teasing your clit with his tongue, moaning at the taste. he holds your waist, as you hunch over as he sucks in your clit. “ah toji—apol ah—“

toji holds you steady as your shaking leg gives out, he smiles, against your pussy, carefully holding you in his arms dropping you on the bed. your hips jump as you still feel his tongue lapping at your pussy. he pulls away to spread your legs wider. spitting on your pussy.

“apologize?” toji raises a brow as he spreads you open, enjoying the sight of you trying to hide your moans, his tongue entering your hole. he slings an arm around your thigh, holding you down on the mattress.

“yes!” you yelp as his thumb rubs your clit, drooling on your pussy. he missed eating you out, the way you clawed as his shoulder and rubbed up against his tongue. “asshole, so annoyi—uh—“ you can’t help the moans slipping as toji puts everything into eating you out.

“love your little pussy,” toji laughs as you call him names laced with moans. your legs trembling as you try to push him away.

“can’t—‘s ‘s not—toji!” your hips jump, rubbing against his tongue, only for him to hold you down, wanting to see your legs tremble as you ride your high. toji hums lapping at your clear juices, thumb pressing against your clit as you push your foot down on his shoulder, only for him to grab your ankle.

“what?” he huffs, looking at you with dilated pupils. he’s much more pent up than he usually was after training, since he had just won a match.

“you ate me out, when you didn’t apologize,” you’re still glaring at him. not ready to back down.

“you were drippin n rubbin up on my tongue,,” toji snaps, his chest rising and falling, trying to control himself as he sees the way you lean up on your elbows, face just inches from his.

“i think you’re the one who wanted it,” you press, watching the way his lip curls sarcastically.

“you wanna play it like that?” toji grabs your face, your eyes sharp, testing him.

“i just want an apology, asshole,” tojis mind is heated, you were so hot right now..he doesn’t waste a moment in capturing your lips.

“ya grow some balls in the last week?” toji says between kisses, you yelp as you feel his fingers push into you, pumping you open.

“what’re you—“ you’re caught off guard, screaming in pleasure as toji has you cumming a bit too quickly.

“at least i still know your body better than you,” toji laughs as you tremble in his arms, eyes foggy. toji knew you always get a bit light headed after cumming—

“fuck…you,” you pant, turning your head to look up at him. toji’s eyes are lien with lust. “uncalled for—wait!”

his fingers circling your clit again as he slaps your pussy, your eyes quickly filling with tears, the overstimulation was knocking the wind out of you.

“you’ve got quite the mouth, baby, cmon keep talking,” toji is biting and licking your collarbone and neck as you cry, holding his wrist as you feel yourself reaching another high. his fingers deep inside you.

“fucking—ah—“ you’re holding him close as you cum, only for toji to flip you on your stomach, his lips kissing your shoulder as you try and catch your breath. he’s giving your pussy some gentle slaps, your mind dizzy as you look back.

“you like it when I play with you?” toji holds your chin as you meet his feral gaze.

“you like it…more,” you pant, “y-you’re mine…toji-san,” you knew exactly what to say to get this man playing with you. his hand grabbing your hips up as he’s kneeling up, pumping his thick dick, and pushing into you.

“fuck, you’re such a brat,” toji groans, your words immediately got to him. it’s always the san. toji is snapping his hips into you, his hand holding your own as he drives into your cunt hitting your sweet spot each time. your tears are soaking the sheets as your lips part with moans.

at this point, you lost track of how many times he'd already made you cum. it was all you could do to grip the sheets while he held onto your hips, your arms giving out as he fucked roughly behind you. his thick cock stretched your pussy, hitting every spot to have your toes curling.

“ugh so good, always feels so fuckin good,” toji was moaning against your ear as he grunts, hips rutting into you. you’d lost your voice already, only turning your head, as toji met your gaze. the sounds of his heavy balls slapping you was faded.

“to..ji..” your voice calling for him always sent him, his adrenaline was so unbelievably high. his lips meeting yours, as you whined for him, legs shaking.

“fuck me, sucking me in so tight, love,” toji’s arm wrapped around your middle, lifting you up to sit on his lap, back arching against his sweaty chest, as he moved you above him as he snapped his hips up. the base of his cock had a ring of cum as you shuddered at the overstimulation.

“more more…” your eyes were practically crossed, drool slipping from your lips as your head went back, holding his arm around your waist. you were beyond fucked out, but it felt so good. he always filled you up so perfectly.

“fhuck puppy,” toji’s groans were much louder than usual, his stomach clenching as you egged him on with moans and pleads. his body was in pain from the bruises and cuts from the fight, but hearing you cry his name had his body pushing its limits. your eyes filling with tears as he pressed his palm on your stomach, pushing against the flesh to feel himself inside you. your eyes stung as you screamed out, shaking above him.

“that’s it, so deep inside ugh my puppy,” toji moans as your back arches away from him, nails digging into his upper thigh and arm, as your gummy walls suck him in, tightening so he can’t even move. your words are incoherent as your legs trembling until finally gushing around him. “shit, spraying everywhere pup,” toji swears as he feels you squirting some more, wetting his thighs and Rick.

his arm squeezes your waist, clenching his jaw. “gonna—shit…gonna cum if ya don’t loosen up, pup,” toji is struggling feeling his balls tighten as your cries die out, toji feels your nails loosen on his thigh.

“ ‘ji,” your lips ghost his neck, drool slipping onto his skin as your mind wanders space. “fill meh uhp,” your hot breath sends a wave through his body as toji swears under his breath.

toji’s thrusts get unsteady as he holds you tight, burying his face in your neck as he moans, emptying his balls. toji’s palm is flat on your stomach as he feels his hot cum paint your walls. your eyes are glazed as toji rocks into you, milking out everything he’s got, as your body shudders.

toji pants, somehow losing all sense whenever you speak to him during sex. toji holds your face as he turns you to look at him. “shit, pup,” he sighs, seeing how out of it you were. your eyes seeing stars as it flutters shut. he pulls out, laying you down. your cheeks stained with tears and drool, as toji kisses your lips. “you fucked me up,” toji mumbles, knowing you already knocked out.

he did a number on you. he sat up, still catching his breath as he rubbed his face—

“ toji,” your voice was barely above a whisper. toji dropped his hands as he felt your body slump on his thigh. your hand reaching for his face. he leaned down letting you grab his face pulling him to meet you at eye level. “i made you fuck me like this,” your body is still trembling.

“you got worked up, cuz of me,” you make it clear. eyes staring directly into his. toji was silent…shocked. everything you were saying was true. you knew exactly what to say to get him going at you like crazy. even though he knew your body perfectly, you knew how to make him act on it.

“so….” your eyelids were so heavy. “so…” fuck, toji watched you slump against his chest. your body and mind finally giving out. toji sighed, looking down at you.

“surprised you could move,” toji rested his hand on your head, gently stroking you. the man ripped the dirty sheets off the bed wiping away the cum on your bodies and tucked you into the clean ones. finally knocking out.

the light shining in from his huge windows, had you burying your face into the mattress. your mind a bit slow, still laced with sleep as you groaned into the mattress. slowly waking up, you turned your head, your eye looking at the window, thinking…

toji told you he loved you. you knew that whole confession was his form of an apology…but still…

“ugh,” toji groaned feeling a weight on his stomach.

“wake up,” your voice had him reaching out, to feel you, only for you to push his hand away.

“what?” his low groggy voice, sent your cheeks flushing, but you ignored it. he rubbed his eyes, arm falling behind his head as he looked up at you. “you’re up before me?” he was surprised.

“you have to apologize and say it,” you huff, you were straddling his waist, finger pointed at his chest as the other was folded across your chest. toji raised a brow, he could see you were in desperate need of a hot shower, especially with the bruises that littered your body, and the way your legs shook a bit.

“you look cute, face all pouty like that,” toji teased, making your brows knit together.

“I’m being serious, you didn’t say it last night,”

“maybe I did and you didn’t hear me. your little cunt was spraying every second, you could barely talk,” your face went red, lips parting then closing at what he’d just said. toji smirked, seeing your face.

“well…well then it wouldn’t hurt to say it again then,” you quickly recover.

toji was surprised how dominant you can act. with the way you were talking to him last night and now. and he didn’t hate it. no….not at all. it was cute and hot. and in the end…you were right. even though this is a bit childish, he doesn’t mind it. doesn’t mind catering and coddling you. he knew what you wanted.

“i’m sorry,” he finally said it. your lips parted.

“sorry for what?” your chest is rising and falling, he can tell you’re waiting to give yourself away. so he sighed, eyes looking up at you as he spoke softly.

“sorry for being an asshole, and not believing in you,” his hand came up rubbing your thigh as you smiled down at him, still waiting.

“and?” wow you’re milking it. his hand splayed flat on your thigh, green eyes warming to your bright ones, hair pushed out of his face.

“i’m yours.”

your face beamed, finally leaning down to kiss him.

“who told ya, ya can be all possessive and bossy?” toji asked between kisses.

“you did,” you giggle, toji humming.

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pick your player! pro-gamer!Geto x roommate!Reader

cw: mdni! post-hangover hookup, morning wood, shower sex

pro-gamer!Geto who wakes up hungover and half-naked, well, completely naked, except for the body draped over his, the warm skin sticking to his chest and face buried into his neck

pro-gamer!Geto who is, uh, a little out of practice when it comes to hookup etiquette, considering the last time he, well, hooked up with anyone was years ago - and he couldn't exactly shoo you out when you lived one room over

pro-gamer!Geto who freezes at the first signs of you stirring, the little tired hmph that leaves your lips before your nose nuzzles against him, one of his hands reflexively pulling you in closer to his chest, your body relaxing as you fell back asleep

pro-gamer!Geto who had forgotten how nice it was to hold someone in his arms - even if it was you he was holding

pro-gamer!Geto who swallows hard when he realizes he's poking you with something harder, his cock straining for relief trapped between his tense abs and your soft body, like it remembered how snugly it fit inside you last night

pro-gamer!Geto who is starting to wonder if you cast a spell on him or something equally insane because the longer he waits, the more convinced he is that it simply won't. go. away!

pro-gamer!Geto whose jaw is locked, eyes scrunched shut and beating back a headache by the time you do wake up, every agonizing shift of your body only teasing his swollen cock more as you yawn and start to stretch

pro-gamer!Geto who is considering putting in his one month notice and moving the second you feel his situation and you actually giggle at him

pro-gamer!Geto who thinks he might be dreaming instead when you press a kiss to his clenched jaw and suggest you help him out in the shower instead - but no, fifteen minutes later, he's holding you up by your hips with your face pressed against the cold tile wall of your shared shower, water droplets beading up and leaving damp trails across your skin as he pounds into you

pro-gamer!Geto who can't help how much he likes hearing his name from your mouth, the pretty moans cut off into broken gasps and desperate whines when he thrusts into the spongy spot he knows you like, leaving hickies down your neck and murmuring half-incoherent honeyed promises of how fucking good you feel

pro-gamer!Geto who feels like he's the one coming undone when you finish first, your pliant body pinned between him and the shower wall with your trembling thighs and cute scrunched up face, barely pulling out in time to cum on your back instead of painting your cervix

pro-gamer!Geto who watches you yawn again, stepping around him to wash all of it off, water pelting your skin and cleaning yourself of him as you scrub the rest of your kiss-stained body with soap

pro-gamer!Geto who would say it was just sex if you asked, but you don't, just hum to yourself and disappear behind your door afterwards (and really, he's not even sure who he'd be trying to convince - you or himself)

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Clan head!Gojo

Hiiiii!!

I’ve been hella horny for Dain ever since I played through the new archon quest coul you write smth filthy for him

I’m too obsessed w that man ty ily🥲🖤

OMG ME TOO

I'm sorry, I know dain's story quest was supposed to be sad and stuff but all I could think about was being his travel partner and how you guys are camping but you two are literally so horny for each other that the tension leads to some rough sex 🤤💀 ehe.

warnings: outdoor sex, pervert! reader, f masturbation, cumming inside

Dain doesn't know it but you love him.

Being his travel partner is... interesting. Cause you cherish your friendship with him more than anything so fucking it up is not an option.

You just wanted to BE fucked. By him specifically.

See? Interesting.

During your journey, nightfall had arrived sooner than you two thought and since there weren't any towns nearby, you two decided to make haven in the forest.

The crackling fire and the crickets chirping are the only sounds in the dark forest you two were currently having camp in.

You lean back and stretch your arms on the log you're resting against with a prolonged sigh, your bones creating satisfying pops. "Man, I'm beat. Those hilichurls sure gave us trouble."

"you should get some rest then." Dain replies while poking at the flickering fire with a stick.

You drop your arms in your lap before tilting your head. "What about you? Are you gonna sleep?"

"I'll keep watch." He explains while flashing you a small smile.

You're unable to help the shy smile that makes its way across your face. He's always so considerate to you. "U-um, nah, I'll just stay up with you. You know, to keep you company..."

"Alright. That's fine."

You shift on the ground uncomfortably, your eyes shamelessly wandering his body. He wasn't wearing his cape, he never does when you guys rest, so his built body was on full display.

Free eye candy basically.

You're such a pervert but you can't help it. You wanted him so badly.

"something wrong, y/n?"

You jump from his voice. the way he says your name sends electric shocks straight to your groin. Not good.

"n-no, I'm fine." You laugh nervously while brushing your hair behind your ear as Dain intently observes you.

You needed some relief. Like, as soon as possible before Dain could catch on.

"you shouldn't lie to me, y/n." his eyes darken and you know he's only concerned but fuck that stupidly hot authoritative voice only makes you swoon.

"you've been acting like this recently. Would you care to tell me what's bothering you-?"

"No!!"

Dain's taken aback by your outburst but you quickly clear your throat and stand up from your spot, your ears bright red. "S-sorry, I just.. I-I'll go get some more firewood!"

Turning on your heel, you take off into the woods before Dain could even attempt to stop you.

Panting while glancing back to make sure that you're a good distance away from the campsite, you stop and lean against a tree before slouching down.

You didn't mean to shout at him. You know he meant well but...you just couldn't have him finding out about your dark thoughts and desires.

Your face is flushed red and your breathing is still shallow from the adrenaline but you drag down your shorts and underwear to drop at your ankles.

It's been way too long since you last did this. Your libido has been building up this whole time.

With two shaky fingers, you gently suck on them to get them wet before gently grazing against your clit and that already sends a jolt of pleasure up your spine.

Biting your lip to stifle the whimper you threaten to let out, you continue to give fast tight rubs to the sensitive bundle of nerves, your thighs quaking all the while.

Fuck, fuck, it feels so fucking good-

Your fingers coat in your slick as you rest your head back against the trunk and gasp for air. How would Dain react if he found out you were addicted to touching yourself?

With your back arching as you grip onto the bark, you moan out a name without thinking.

"D-Dain...!"

"you called?" A husky voice whispers in your right ear.

Yelping from surprise, you try to whirl around but end up tripping on your shorts and flop on the ground. Of course he followed you.

Dain lets out a low and sexy chuckle as you try to retain whatever dignity you had left by covering your exposed parts while turning over with tears in your eyes.

He bends down to your level and trails a hand up your thigh while leaning toward your face. His eyes are lustful, hungry, and it makes you tremble. You've never seen him like this before.

"why so shy? That was my name you called earlier right?"

You exhale while averting your gaze and cover your mouth with the back of your hand. "M..mhm."

"If you needed additional assistance, you could've just asked," He mumbles while playfully nipping on your earlobe, his hands traveling dangerously under your shirt.

You mewl and lean your head back, allowing him access to your neck. He takes the opportunity and plants soft kisses down to your collarbone.

H-his lips are hot...it feels good.

Dain suddenly pulls back and hovers above your face with a gentle expression. "What do you want from me?"

"h-huh?" Your face turns bright red. Was he really going to make you say it??

Looking away in embarrassment, you stammer to get the words out. "I...I want you to fuck me."

"I need details sweetheart. You want it fast? Rough?" His voice akins to a growl and you realized that's probably how he wanted to do it unless you differed.

You part your lips to ready your response before finally voicing it. "However you want, Dain."

You did your best to try and sound seductive until he captures your lips in a passionate kiss. You eagerly meet it and run your fingers through his blonde hair while you both practically try to inhale each other's mouths.

You run a hand down his chest before trying to lift his shirt up as he does the same to you, trying his damn hardest not to tear it off instead.

Once you're both successfully naked and your clothings are tossed aside, Dain hoists your legs around his waist whilst pushing his erection against your core.

You squeak, your body tingling with anticipation as you watch Dain strip his pants off, his dazzling eyes never leaving yours.

His breathing is ragged and he seems desperate almost. "I always knew. What you've been doing whenever you ran off on your own in the middle of the night."

Your cheeks burn red but you cover your face to hide. You already knew he knew. you didn't need him to say it!

He suddenly leans down to your stomach and snakes his tongue out to get a taste of your skin, earning a full body shiver from you. "But know this y/n. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time too."

Your eyes widen and you slowly remove your hands. "r-really-?"

Your voice is cut off by a cry when he roughly thrusts inside to fill you with every inch of his cock.

Your hands fly to his shoulders for support but he swiftly grabs them and pins them above your head.

You whine, not liking the restriction until he pulls almost completely out before sliding back in and you're certain you heard him swear under his breath before settling into a steady rythm.

"D-Dain, please, I-" you inhale sharply when he hits a good spot inside you, pleasure clouding your mind.

"I wanna touch you!" You finally manage to sob out.

Dain smiles slightly in amusement before bending down to kiss and suck your jawline as puffs of your breath cloud the air.

"and I wanna make you scream." He murmurs hotly, making your walls clench.

He feels it too cause he lets out a guttural grunt before doubling his efforts to reach your cervix, causing your eyes to roll back.

He smirks lopsidedly at the erotic sight. "that's a good look."

His praise has you melting and moaning lewdly as you do your best to absorb all the pleasure he's giving you, your voice being drowned out by the loud and obscene skin slapping against skin.

Good thing you guys were out in the middle of nowhere.

But you're unable to stay still, your body jerking and shaking with the intensity of your approaching orgasm. "Dain! I'm gonna cum!"

He only hums in acknowledgement before trailing his tongue down to your bouncing breasts and enveloping a nipple into his mouth to suck.

That was the push since you arched your back before exploding around him with a scream, tears leaking from your eyes at the intensity of it.

Dain's brows furrow before he hurriedly rides over his own edge, filling you with his seed. You almost cum again at the warm sensation, feeling the tremors of his cock empty what seemed like every last bit he had into you.

Dain doesn't bother slipping out and keeps himself snug inside as both of your chests heave up and down.

your gaze is fixed on the bright stars in the sky before you direct it to Dain.

And you are so glad you did because he looked absolutely beautiful right now. His hair was a mess, strands of it were sticking to his face and his cheeks were flushed red.

His eyes were focused on you and they were full of...love? Fascination?

Whatever it was, it had your heartbeat racing again.

You look away, not being able to handle his gaze before swallowing. "Well uh, I should probably go take a bath in the river."

"oh." He states bluntly, blinking dumbfoundedly.

You smile before reaching out to cup his face.

"would you care to join me?"

heavy is the crown

As princess, you are bound by duty to marry the notorious and elusive Onichynus general, in exchange for his protection of your kingdom from an impending war. On the night of your wedding, tradition demands that you undergo the consummation rites, sealing the fate of your marriage—and your future.

tags: sylus x reader, NSFW, MDNI, royalty!au, general-of-powerful-nation!sylus x princess-of-kingdom-in-trouble!reader, first time sex (mc is a virgin), unprotected sex, afab!reader, fem!reader, slight voyeurism & somno & cockwarming at the end, lowkey breeding kink, gender-based stereotypes against women due to the time period, writing this has been a fever dream, word count: 2.7k~ worldbuilding and 5.5k~ smut lmfao

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You dared to dream once upon a time.

You dreamt of crossing oceans beyond your shores, sailing aboard majestic galleons you’d only seen in textbooks. In the quiet solitude of your bedchambers, you imagined laughing with the townsfolk of distant cities, dancing in cobblestone streets to the melodies of traveling minstrels, and finding love in a modest man who'd want nothing more than to offer you freshly picked blooms every morning.

In the sanctuary of sleep, your dreams would lull you with visions of a simple life. A stone-walled kitchen warmed by the glow of a crackling hearth, a garden vibrant with blossoms and fresh produce, and a cozy reading nook nestled in an arched window. A loyal companion would sometimes join you—a slothful cat, a melodious songbird, a high-spirited pup, or a darling mare to carry you through grassy plains and wildflower fields.

"Do you take this man to be your wedded husband, to share in life's trials and joys, to love and honor, till death do you part?"

But such dreams have no place in the heart of a woman whose shoulders bear her kingdom's fate.

And so, as you take in the muted glow of the setting sun through delicate ivory lace, you finally put those girlhood fantasies to rest.

“I do.”

—

Being the youngest and only princess came with its fair share of trials and triumphs.

Unlike the elder princes, whose lives revolved around grueling expectations and fierce competition for the throne, your position spared you such burdens. Born to a queen who had long believed her childbearing years were behind her, you were nothing short of a miracle, arriving over a decade after your last sibling. This had earned you the undivided affection of the entire castle, leaving you thoroughly indulged and doted upon.

However, growing up without siblings near your age, you often grappled with bouts of loneliness. While you had fostered polite acquaintances among the daughters of many nobles, you found their company wearisome. The endless succession of balls and garden parties always seemed to revolve around the same gossip: politics, fashion, whispers about some baron’s sixteen-year-old daughter betrothed to a forty-year-old viscount, and, of course, the inevitable question: had anyone received a marriage proposal yet?

You naturally had many—to your dismay.

The idea of marriage filled you with profound dread. As a girl tagging along in your mother’s tea parties, you had often overheard the confessions and lamentations of the noblewomen. Stories of infidelity, neglect, and abuse spilled from their lips—duchesses, marchionesses, and countesses; women who stood at the very summit of high society. To you, marriage seemed less a sacred bond and more a cruel sentence—one far grimmer than the gallows.

At least the gallows granted the mercy of a quick death.

But as a princess, you were bound to uphold the ideal image of a young lady. One who radiated beauty, yet with grace and poise. Intelligent, but subservient to your intended husband’s authority. And, most important of all, fertile—to bear him strong sons who would carry on his legacy.

It sickened you. You would rather succumb to the plague than endure such a miserable life. But given your title, you could only try to delay the inevitable.

And so, life continued as it was—a never-ending cycle of social gatherings, fending off suitors, reading through your library, mastering languages, and nurturing a growing collection of hobbies. It was a life of privilege and routine—one that, despite its predictability, offered you a quiet sense of fulfillment.

Alas, nothing holds constant in the world, and change arrived in the form of a looming war from enemies across the sea.

Though small in size, your kingdom of Noir was a veritable treasure trove. With its abundant mountains and rivers, the island was never in short supply of precious metals, gems, and rare minerals. It was renowned for producing the finest artisans, who crafted the most exquisite jewelry, armor, and weapons. While modest in territory, it more than compensated with a thriving and prosperous economy.

The ultimate conquest for any conqueror.

Through the town streets worn smooth by centuries of footfalls, the bustling plazas lined with charming merchant stalls, the outskirt villages tucked among lush woodlands, and even the weathered stone walls of the towering castle, whispers had always flowed like an unrelenting tide—the most persistent being rumors of the neighboring kingdoms readying to seize Noir at any moment. But your father never addressed such hearsays, and life within the island always seemed as jovial and peaceful as it always did.

Until one night, as you sat engrossed in some book about Noir folklore, a series of sharp knocks on your chamber doors shattered the stillness, echoing sharply through the room.

It was your father, the king. Dropped to his knees, grasping your untainted hands in his rough, weathered ones, head bowed down at your mercy.

“Forgive me, my daughter,” he said in grief. “For the sake of the people—please, forgive me.”

For months, naval scouts had reported sightings of warships at the docks of two neighboring kingdoms, suspected of plotting to raid Noir and usurp the throne. Only a few weeks ago, those suspicions were confirmed when spies returned with dire news. The enemy militaries, vast and far stronger than your own, were preparing for a siege. Noir's true power had always been in the arts and commerce, not in its military might. Should your shores be attacked by an enemy nation—let alone two—the island would fall.

So on the very day the confirmation arrived, your father and the high court conspired to seek assistance from a nation on the mainland: Onichynus.

Conversations about the state were always hushed, spoken in whispers and laden with caution. It was rumored to be an immensely powerful dominion, even surpassing that of the hostile forces looming beyond your shores. Drunk sailors boasted of its staggering wealth, built on the spoils of their wars and ceaseless conquest. With an unmatched army of hardened warriors and mercenaries, it stood as a force to be reckoned with, its presence both feared and revered across the seas.

At its pinnacle stood their elusive general, a shadow whose name and true face remained unknown. Tales from sailors, traveling merchants, and tavern songs painted him as a ruthless figure, demon-like, who laid waste to rotten cities and beheaded corrupt kings. Some claimed he was a hero, purging the realm of wicked men in power, while others saw him as the embodiment of evil, leaving destruction and death in his wake.

Negotiations with Onichynus were a success. In return for their protection during the impending siege, Noir pledged to deliver three ships laden with its most prized metals, minerals, and gems—every year for the next century.

But to ensure Noir upheld its end of the bargain, their beloved princess would be bound in marriage to the general.

You could only keep your gaze steady, chin held high, as the king knelt before you, weeping, begging for your forgiveness.

You had your time to relish the pleasures of living as a princess. Now, it was time to fulfill your duties as one.

—

The night before the long-anticipated siege had arrived. After weeks of frantic planning and tense negotiations between Noir’s high court and the Onichynus war council, warriors and mercenaries had taken their positions across the island. Some blended seamlessly with the civilians, while the majority remained hidden in plain sight, their numbers concentrated along the docks.

In the king’s throne room, select members from both factions gathered for final preparations. Clad in his battle regalia, your father seemed a shadow of his former self—skin ashened, eyes hollow with exhaustion—yet his voice remained firm as he issued his commands to all present.

The Noir court members could hardly conceal their unease under the watchful eyes of the Onichynus war council. Towering and broad-shouldered, they seemed almost otherworldly. Their dark, burnished steel armor bore engravings of monstrous creatures, and many donned cloaks of crimson or black, their edges deliberately singed to resemble fire's touch. Helmets, adorned with jagged horns, cast grotesque shadows, while those who forwent them revealed faces with jagged streaks of war paint, as if to mimic claw marks.

Then, the heavy doors groaned open, spilling thick tendrils of black-red mist into the chamber. A hush fell as all eyes turned toward the towering figure that emerged from the haze.

The general.

For all the whispered tales of his demonic appearance—horns as tall as claymores, wings that spanned the heavens, and a tail that stretched like a river—you were stunned to find a face not of a monster, but of an angel.

Against the backdrop of his dark cloak, his striking silver hair stood out in sharp contrast. His features were sculpted with precision—high, defined cheekbones, a strong jawline, a straight nose, all framed by an expression that revealed little, save for full lips drawn into a tight line. The people of Noir gawked openly, stunned to finally see the man from the tales in the flesh. His gait was languid yet exuded confidence as he strode toward the throne where you sat beside your father.

His gaze found yours, and you stilled.

The deep scarlet of his eyes was piercing. You almost felt naked under it. Instantly, you straightened in your seat, fingers twitching to smooth the fabric of your dress.

“Expect the warships to be visible in six hours,” he said, his voice cutting through the room. The low timbre of it sent a chill racing up your spine.

“General, are you certain our forces are enough to handle their fleet?” your mother asked, voice quivering as she addressed him from your father’s other side.

The general's lips curved faintly, a low, rumbling chuckle escaping him.

“Rest easy, Your Majesty. By dawn, their remains will have joined their forefathers’ ghosts beneath the sea."

—

You had come to realize that Onichynus truly deserved the fear and respect it commanded. Just before daybreak, the gut-wrenching blare of Noir’s watchtower horns finally shattered the unnerving stillness of the island.

The enemies had fallen.

You had been locked away in one of the castle’s tower chambers, away from harm’s reach. As the kingdom’s key to securing this alliance, it was critical that no harm befell the general's betrothed.

After the second wave of victory horns, your door creaked open, revealing your maidservant—frantic, breathless from the long climb up the spiral staircase.

“Your Highness,” she gasped, voice trembling. “We’ve won.”

You could see the restraint in the way her nails dug into her apron, her blown pupils amidst her ragged breaths. She was restraining herself, her elation held in check, out of deference to you.

After all, Noir’s freedom had come at the cost of yours.

With a wistful smile, you turned toward the window, watching the flickering torchlights snake through the streets below. The chorus of jubilant cries and chants carried through the valleys, their voices rising to the heavens and echoing back from the mountain’s deepest crevices.

“It seems we have,” you murmured, voice barely audible over the chorus of celebration below.

You heard her hesitant shuffle behind you. "Several of the servants have been briefed already. They shall be ready tomorrow morning to begin preparations for the wedding."

You spun toward her, pulse pounding in your ears. "So soon?"

She lowered her gaze, unable to meet your eyes. "Onichynus wanted to complete the rites as quickly as possible, so they could sail for the mainland the following day."

You let out a slow exhale. "I see."

Your maidservant hesitated, her eyes flicking toward you, before she spoke again.

"If it offers you any comfort, ma'am," she said softly, head bowed, "you saved all of us."

You swallowed hard, forcing back the sting of tears threatening to spill.

—

Like your mother, grandmother, and all the royal women before you, you had always envisioned your wedding as a day of grandeur. You pictured riding through the town streets in the royal carriage, flanked by guards, waving to the cheering crowds. You imagined wearing a bespoke gown that sparkled in the light, a train so long it would sweep behind you like a royal procession.

You imagined trumpets announcing your arrival, their triumphant notes echoing through a hall packed with dignitaries and nobility from across the realm. And at the altar, a man of honor and equal standing would wait for you, his gaze warm with affection as you joined in a union built on love, not duty.

But now—the sun has nearly set, painting the grand temple in muted amber light. Inside, the space feels hollow, adorned only by a few hurriedly arranged flowers, their disarray a testament to the servants' exhaustion from cleaning up the siege’s destruction. Your gown, though lovely, is no custom-made masterpiece—just a window display piece hastily altered by the royal dressmaker. The pews stand mostly empty, save for your crestfallen family, a handful of somber faces from the Noir high court, and the ever-stoic Onichynus war council.

Your husband-to-be, still clad in his dark battle regalia, stands steadfast at your side, his expression an impenetrable mask as the archbishop intones the ceremonial rites. You had imagined him to be someone hard to look at—perhaps as old as a grandfather, his years as a general etched into every line of his face, and his figure weighed down by indulgent vices. Yet, to your quiet relief, he is nothing of the sort. Even if he proves unsavory as a husband or father to your future children, at least he’s pleasing to look at.

“By the will of fate, you are now bound in union,” the High Priest finally says, raising his palms toward you both. “May your allegiance to one another be as steadfast as the duties you carry, and may this union bring the future of your realms to prosperity.”

—

You wince as an elderly maidservant struggles to loosen a particularly stubborn knot in your hair, the pull jerking your head painfully. She pauses, her hand gently patting the spot in apology.

Your gaze stays fixed on the cold, flatstone floor, and you hardly notice the other maidservants bustling around you. One smooths out the faint creases in your satin nightdress, while another tugs at the neckline, pulling it lower to expose more of your cleavage and collarbone. Beneath the thin fabric, your undergarments have been removed, leaving you vulnerable to the biting chill of the room. You’ve been scrubbed clean, coated in the silkiest lotions, each scent more intoxicating than the last—all for your first night with your new husband.

“Are you nervous, Your Highness?” the elderly maidservant asks, her hands gentle as she brushes through your hair.

You pause, the question settling in your chest as you ponder how to answer.

“I can’t say I’m confident,” you say, twisting your fingers together. “I’ve never been with a man before.”

In the mirror, you catch the discreet glances exchanged behind you, their pity and concern barely hidden. You force yourself to look away, but the weight of their silent judgment lingers.

“The Onichynus general… he seemed like such a massive man,” a younger maidservant whispers, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “I do hope he treats Her Highness with kindness.”

Another maidservant scoffs, her tone sharp with bitterness. “All men are beasts, driven only by their lust for control—and for anything with a pair of breasts.”

There’s a collective hiss of disapproval from the others, but the harsh words still echo in your mind. You fight to keep your face composed, though your heart aches with fear.

“Don’t worry, Your Highness,” the elderly maidservant says, her voice light. “The men from that state may be known for their ruthlessness, but with your likeness, the general will surely find himself a changed man.”

You can only hope the same.

Soon after, you begin your walk to the matrimonial room. The maidservants fall in step around you, their presence a quiet shield.  The lively chatter from your earlier preparations has faded, replaced by a tense, almost somber silence. Despite the considerable distance between rooms, the walk feels too short, each step too swift. Before you can fully gather your bearings, you now find yourself alone, sitting on the bed, the weight of the night settling in around you.

You shouldn’t feel this nervous. Women across the realm are bound to face this, especially those of royal blood. Consummation on the wedding night is an expectation, a duty. No matter how much you’ve dreaded or tried to avoid it, you’ve always known it was inevitable. All that’s left now is to steel yourself, strive to please your husband, and to embrace your role as a future mother—for Noir’s sake.

The doors swing open, and you flinch. The general steps inside, his damp hair clinging to his face, a clear sign of a recent bath. His attire for the evening is simple: loose trousers and a tunic that, despite its modesty, does little to hide the breadth of his shoulders or the strong lines of his chest. Your gaze betrays you, lingering longer than it should, tracing the way the fabric shifts with his movements. His towering height seems to diminish even the vast expanse of the room, making the high ceilings feel incredibly small.

His ember-like eyes catch yours and you suddenly feel too exposed.

“Good evening, princess.” 

“General,” you greet, wincing at how weak it sounds as it leaves your lips.

His gaze sweeps over you, lingering on the curve of your shoulders beneath the delicate straps of your ivory nightdress, the soft swell of your breasts pressing gently against the neckline. The fabric cinches at your waist before flaring out around your hips, emphasized by the way you sit at the edge of the mattress. Your posture is rigid, hands clasped in your lap—a result of all the etiquette drilled into you from childhood.

He notices the tension in your form and lets out a sigh, turning toward the couch at the far end of the room.

You blink.

“Where are you going?” you blurt out, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Your Highness,” he drawls, settling into the couch with a lazy grace. “We don’t have to do this. You look like a kitten with her hackles raised. We could ruffle the bedding, spill some oil on the sheets, and pretend we had a night worthy of the chamberlain’s inspection.”

A flash of panic rises within you. You stand, words tumbling out in a rush. “Nonsense! Marriage is not recognized before the temple unless consummated on the night of the ceremony.”

He tilts his head, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Such peculiar customs you have here on Noir.”

You had imagined a thousand ways this night could go, a thousand versions of the man you’d just married. Not one of them prepared you for this.

You flush, frustration building in your chest. “General, I would appreciate it if you respect the customs of Noir. We are a proud people, and we honor the traditions passed down to us by our forefathers.”

He rolls his eyes. Then, with a slow, deliberate pace, he stands and makes his way toward you. For every step he takes, you fight the instinct to hunch your shoulders, to shrink away. Next thing you know, he’s standing before you, his imposing size forcing you to tilt your head back to maintain your gaze.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, gently cupping your face. The heat of his touch burns through your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

You finally avert your eyes. “I’ve never been with a man before,” you manage to say with as much indifference as you can muster, nails digging into your palms.

“Really? Not even a stolen kiss in your youth?”

You clench your teeth. “There are far more pressing matters to focus on than indulging in childish flirtations.”

He laughs, a rich, deep sound that resonates through the air, stirring an unexpected warmth low in your belly.

“Alright,” he concedes, his finger tracing a slow path along your cheek. Without warning, he grips your jaw, the touch both commanding and tender, pulling your gaze back to meet his. “But if we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way. None of those absurd rules from your royal handbook.”

You pull back slightly, brows knitting in confusion. “The act is the same, is it not?”

“Do you agree, Your Highness?” he presses, lips grazing your ear ever so slightly. The warmth of his breath against your skin is unfamiliar, and the rush of heat that sweeps up your neck sends electrifying pulses deep within your core.

“Yes,” you grit out.

After studying your expression one last time, he lowers himself slightly, then grips the back of your thighs and lifts you with ease. You gasp, scrambling to find your balance. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, fingers digging into the firm, broad muscles of his shoulders. With a smooth shift, he adjusts your position, the inside of your thighs pressing against his hips, before carrying you to the vanity desk at the center of the room.

You struggle to speak, words caught in your throat as the sensation of being so high up in the air makes you dizzy. He finally sets you down on the desk, his large palms slowly dragging down your legs, gently pushing your knees apart.

“G—General,” you stammer, eyes wide as he pulls his tunic over his head, revealing a tanned expanse of skin and the hard, defined muscles beneath. “The bed is over there—why are we here?”

A flicker of a smile plays at his lips as he tosses the fabric carelessly to the floor. “Trust me, princess. Now close your eyes.”

You want to argue, remind him that asking you to trust the most notorious figure in the realm—whom you’ve barely known for a day—is no small request. But the gravity in his scarlet gaze quiets any protest. With a reluctant breath, you close your eyes.

There’s no movement at first. Then, his calloused palms find your knees, the rough calluses a stark contrast against the smooth stretch of your skin. Heat blossoms under his touch, searing its way upward as his hands glide along the curve of your hips, the taper of your waist. You fail to suppress the shudder coursing through you when his touch pauses just below the swell of your breasts, lingering for a heartbeat before sliding to your sides, his broad palms more than spanning the width of your back.

Then, you feel the faint brush of his breath against your mouth, a fleeting warmth before his lips capture yours in a tender kiss. The hot, wet sensation has your back arching instinctively, your hardened nipples pressing through the thin fabric of your nightgown against his hard chest. A deep, throbbing ache pulses at your core, and you clamp your thighs together in a futile effort to suppress the damp heat pooling between them.

The overwhelming rush of sensations draws a whimper from your lips, your trembling hands clutching at his shoulders for stability. His response is immediate—a low, guttural groan before he deepens the kiss, his mouth returning to yours with even more fervor.

You’ve read about kissing in your sparse collection of romance novels, tried to envision the mechanics behind the act. But the mental images always fell short, awkward and unappealing, leaving you unconvinced of its charm. You’d dismissed it as unnecessary, even pointless—especially when it came to something as pragmatic and straightforward as sex.

But now the general is sneaking in the hot, wet glide of his tongue between your lips and you panic, not sure what it is he’s doing and what you’re supposed to do. He must sense your uncertainty, because his large hand moves to steady your jaw and nape, holding you in place. When he feels the accidental brush of your tongue, he wastes no time and sucks at it, the lewd sound echoing in your ears, forcing soft, strangled sounds from your throat.

You no longer feel the seeping chill from outside the castle walls, body now feeling like it’s on fire, the wetness dripping from your entrance sliding down your inner thighs. You feel like you’re drunk and about to pass out, so you push his chest back with a gentle palm.

“General,” you say, heaving through swollen lips. “What… what are we doing? The bed…”

He takes a moment to steady his breath, eyes squeezed shut, palms pressing firmly at your waist. Then, a low, rough chuckle rumbles from his chest.

“You’re infuriatingly naive,” he mutters, his sweat-damp forehead resting against your shoulder. “You must be the only woman of all arranged marriages eager to crawl into bed with a man she barely knows.”

You flush, indignant at the implication behind his words. “What are you trying to say?” you demand, mouth unconsciously forming into a pout.

He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his thumb brushing gently over your lower lip. “What I’m saying, princess, is let me take care of you. I don’t know what your upbringing has taught you, but there’s more to this than just... getting it over with.”

You’re not used to being told what to do and deviating from the rules, so you force out a sharp “fine”—an unintended display of bratty defiance, considering the man before you. But he only laughs, and to your dismay, the sound makes him even more handsome than he already is.

“Hold on,” he murmurs, lifting you by your bottom this time, pressing you flush against his chest. His hands on your backside—so close to where you’re throbbing and wet—has you flinching forward. You suddenly feel the brush of something firm against the sensitive nub above your slit, and you jerk again in surprise.

He chuckles, before gently lowering you onto the soft expanse of the mattress. His lips find your collarbone first, then trail down to your nipples, where he suckles through the fabric. A soft whimper escapes you, your fingers curling into the sheets. You can feel his smile against your skin as his tongue sweeps over one of your sensitive buds, before continuing its journey down toward your abdomen.

But then he hovers his face above your groin that’s barely concealed by the bunched-up hem of your nightgown. Alarm jolts through you, and you prop yourself up on your elbows, torso rising instinctively. You attempt to close your legs, but his hands hold them firmly apart. 

“General—”

“Sylus,” he interrupts, lips brushing along the inside of your knee. “We’re married now, sweetheart. Use my name.”

A twisted sense of pride coils within you, knowing you hold both the name and face of the most infamous man in the realm.

You hesitate, swallowing the lump in your throat before continuing. “Sylus,” you echo, the name oddly satisfying on your lips. “Not that I’m… doubting your expertise, but is all of this really necessary?”

He exhales heavily, saying nothing at first. Then, he takes your hand—its size utterly lost in his grip—and guides it down your body. His movements are deliberate, stopping only when your palm meets the undeniable hardness of his cock, straining against his trousers.

You struggle to contain the jumbled stutters tumbling from your lips. “What are you—”

“I’m a big man,” he states matter-of-factly, his gaze unwavering. “And this is your first time. As you are now—you won’t be able to handle me.”

You don’t fully understand what he means, but the statement silences you nonetheless.

He chuckles, letting go of your hand, and you immediately pull it back to your chest. “May I?” he asks, his voice low as he hovers below you once again.

You flash a glare, before nodding reluctantly.

A smirk tugs at his lips as he leans back, his gaze shifting downward to the space between your legs. Slowly, he lifts the hem of your dress, inch by inch, until the cool air brushes against your exposed skin. You watch, eyes heavy, fighting the tremors rushing through you, as his hand moves along the inside of your thigh. When his fingers brush against your folds, a sharp exhale escapes you, and your head falls back onto the mattress.

“You’re so sensitive, princess,” he murmurs, amusement lacing his words.

“Shut up and get on with it,” you snap, covering your eyes with your forearm.

You hear a quiet laugh escape him before two fingers press against the sensitive nub above your folds, sending a shock of pleasure through your body. Your back arches instinctively as he slides his fingers up and down against your entrance. The motion, slick and sinful, leaves you gasping, and you struggle to keep your legs open, body trembling from the unfamiliar pleasure.

Sylus’ eyes darken, flicking between the way his fingers tease your slick folds and the way your breasts strain against your dress. His breathing grows heavier as he reaches up, pulling the neckline down to expose your chest. A soft whine escapes you when his hand cups one swell, firm yet gentle, while the other continues its relentless ministrations below.

“I’m pressing one in, alright?” he murmurs.

You barely register the words before he pushes a thick finger past your folds.

“Wait—it feels—ngh—it’s strange,” you stammer, voice hitching on a whine.

He stills immediately, digit only halfway in. “Does it hurt?”

“I… kind of? I don’t know…”

You’re panting. The pressure is peculiar, and quite unpleasant. Your body tenses at the newness of it, the unfamiliar stretch bordering on discomfort.

He remains patient, finger unmoving. Then, you feel his thumb press on your nub, drawing gentle circles against the sensitive lower hood of it. The obscene sound of slickness fills the space and you’re mortified, toes curling at the wave of arousal soaking his hand.

“This better?” he whispers, drinking in every detail—your heaving chest, the sheen of sweat on your skin, the tremor in your thighs, and the glistening mess pooling between them.

You can’t respond, overwhelmed by the spiraling pleasure.

A chuckle rumbles from him, low and pleased, as he presses the rest of his finger inside. This time, it slides in smoothly, and the high-pitched moan that escapes you is muffled by your trembling palm. Now knuckle-deep, he gently strokes upward, pressing on a rough spot that makes you jerk in his hold.

“I’m going to try something, alright?” he says softly, breath brushing against your knee as he plants a tender kiss.

“Okay,” you croak, struggling to process the pulsing sensations building deep inside you.

The circles on your nub stop, and you almost whimper at the loss. But before you can voice your complaints, something warm, wet, and utterly foreign replaces his thumb. Your head snaps back, a raw, choked cry tearing from your lips.

“General—hah—Sylus… What are you—?”

He doesn’t answer. Dazed, you prop yourself up and the sight before you is almost too much: the most powerful man in the realm, kneeling between your legs, his mouth worshiping you with unrelenting fervor. His tongue laps at your folds, drags it languidly up to your engorged nub before closing his lips around it, sucking in a way that sends sharp, electric pulses straight through your core.

Panicked by the unbearable pressure building inside, you try to push his head away. “Stop—it’s strange, I feel like I’m going to—”

Before you can finish, he slides another finger inside, stretching you further. His fingers curl, stroking that spongy spot with unrelenting precision. His mouth works in tandem, alternating between suckling and lapping at your overstimulated nub.

Tears blur your vision as the intensity peaks. You scream into your palms, hips bucking against his mouth and hand as you feel yourself tip over the high he brought you to.

Sylus watches, entranced, as your legs open wider, cries muffled as your body convulses under his ministrations. Even as you shatter under him, he doesn’t let up, prolonging your fall at his mercy. And when you’re finally sent over the edge, your release flooding his eager mouth, he drinks in the sight of you—flushed, trembling, and utterly spent.

He presses his cheek against your inner thigh, feeling the delicate tremors rippling through your body as you struggle to steady your breathing. His eyes trail over your folds, soft and swollen, slightly parted as your essence continues to glisten and drip. Unable to hold back, he dips his head and presses a slow, deliberate kiss, groaning as your intoxicating taste lingers on his lips.

Your cry pierces the air, hands flying to his hair as you tug with desperation. “W—Wait…! I can’t… it’s too much… please…”

He only chuckles, low and teasing, before placing a final kiss on the sensitive nub above your folds. Then, he moves upward, settling his weight against you. His chin rests between your breasts, arms locking yours in place as his eyes meet yours, heat and satisfaction dancing in his gaze.

As clarity slowly returns, the enormity of what just happened hits you. He—the Onichynus general, a man who strikes fear in nations across the realm—had just laved at your most intimate area with his tongue. Such an act is nowhere to be found in the guides you’ve read on sex, not even as a distant suggestion. And yet, you enjoyed it. Far more than you care to admit.

An embarrassed huff escapes you as heat blooms across your face. You throw your hands up to cover it, unwilling to meet the insufferable smugness you can practically feel radiating from him below.

Suddenly, you feel the neckline of your dress being tugged down again, catching beneath your breasts. Then, you feel the flat of his tongue gently press on a nipple, circling it with the tip before pulling it into his mouth to suckle. His hand slides up to your other bud, palm brushing over it in slow, deliberate motions. Breasts are meant to nourish, to sustain future generations—mere vessels for the creation of life. Yet the hairs at the back of your neck raise on end as you feel the return of the persistent pulsing deep within you. You bite your lip, stifling the sounds threatening to escape, back arching as you desperately chase the sensation of his mouth on you.

“We can stop now if you wish, Your Highness,” he murmurs against your skin.

Fighting the heaviness taking over your body, you grab his jaw, forcing him to meet the fire in your gaze. “Do you have a problem with consummating with me, general?”

He responds with a particularly sharp suck at your nipple.

“Ngh—! Sylus! I meant Sylus!” you cry out, correcting yourself with a gasp.

He smiles, a mischievous glint in his eyes, before moving to the soft curve of your breast. His mouth alternates between harsh sucking and teasing bites, leaving a trail of bruised blooms in his wake.

“While intercourse may be a mere formality to you Noir people, in Onichynus, it’s an act of passion and love,” he says, voice low as he shifts to giving attention to your other bud. “I wish to ensure that Her Highness, my wife, has a memorable first experience. So, if you feel spent for the night, we can always stop. At any time.”

His words settle deep inside you and you feel warmth spread in your chest. Perhaps Onichynus is more than the tales of its ruthless reputation, after all. Hesitantly, you caress his cheek, heart aching at the way he closes his eyes and nuzzles into your palm. He almost seems like a clingy pet feline.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but I want to finish the rites,” you say softly. Then, you flush, struggling to find the right words. “And, um, I didn’t expect things to be this… good. I don’t mind experiencing more, if it’s alright with you.”

It takes a moment for your words to register, and when they do, Sylus smirks—a slow, predatory curl of his lips that sends heat coursing through your body. He leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue brushes your bottom lip, and this time, you grant him easy access. You mimic what he did to you earlier, tentatively wrapping your lips around his tongue and sucking gently.

Immediately, a low, visceral groan escapes him as his hips press forward, grinding his restrained arousal against your soaked folds. The rough fabric of his trousers drags against your sensitive nub, sending jolts of pleasure rippling through you. You whine into his mouth, arms winding around his neck as you pull him impossibly closer.

Sylus seems barely in control now, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he adjusts his movements, angling his hips so that the ridge where his shaft meets the head rubs directly against your overstimulated nub.

Without warning, he breaks the kiss, leaving you on the verge of a whine as a string of spit bridges the space between you. He steps back, tugging his trousers down in one swift motion. Your gaze drops instinctively, and your breath catches at the sight of him.

Broad shoulders taper into a lean waist, and every inch of his sculpted body radiates strength. But it’s the thick, throbbing length between his legs that holds your attention. He notices the starstruck look on your gaze and he chuckles, walking closer to you until you're face level with it. Taking your hand, he gently wraps it around his girth. The sheer thickness overwhelms your grip, and your breath catches at the realization.

“Feel free to take a look,” he rasps.

You’ve never seen a cock before, but instinctively, you know this one is massive. The shaft is thick,  with prominent veins that seem to throb faintly, and the soft, rounded shapes below it look heavy and full. The bulbous, mushroom-shaped tip is flushed, beads of some kind of white, translucent fluid glistening at the slit. For some reason, you feel the urge to lean in and taste it.

Sylus takes your hand, shaping it into a loose 'O.' “This is you,” he murmurs, guiding your fingers to glide along his length, spreading the slick fluid. “And this…” He pushes through the circle you’ve made, the thick head sliding in and out. “…is how it’ll feel when I’m inside you.”

Slowly, he begins to move, sliding his shaft through your grip. The sensation is intoxicating, and you’re mesmerized by the sight of him—his cock pumping in and out of your hand, each stroke leaving it sticky with his arousal. You don’t even realize your lips are parting until you lean forward, your tongue darting out to flick against the leaking tip.

Sylus lets out a guttural moan, one hand tangling in your hair as his hips jerk involuntarily. His taste—salty and slightly bitter—is heady, and the heat of him against your tongue heightens your arousal. He bucks into your mouth, and though you gag slightly, you fight to take more of him, desperate for the connection.

You feel too empty.

“Princess—fuck—this is torture,” he groans, his deep voice rough with restraint.

You can only moan in response, lips stretched around his cock as he begins thrusting into your mouth. His large hands steady your head, guiding your movements. You peek up at him through fluttering lashes, and you feel your folds quiver at the sinful sight of the Onichynus general panting, eyes shut, sweat-covered muscles taut as he pistons in and out of you.

You are Noir’s beloved princess—revered and envied for your beauty, grace, and intellect—yet now you’re barely coherent, delirious over the addictive taste of your husband as he fucks your mouth over and over.

One particularly deep thrust hits the back of your throat and you gag, tears springing to your eyes. Sylus curses under his breath and withdraws immediately.

“Princess, I’m sorry,” he pants, taking in the sight of you—tears streaking your cheeks, saliva glistening on your lips, thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to relieve your ache.

“It’s okay,” you croak, voice hoarse and small.

Sylus pauses, taking a moment to steady himself and pull back from the frenzy consuming him, before climbing onto the bed, positioning himself against the headboard. His hands grip your waist, lifting you effortlessly to straddle his lap. Movements frantic and barely restrained, he aligns your slick folds against the length of his shaft. His lips find yours again, urgent and demanding, while his hands grip your hips, guiding you to rock against him. The friction against your sensitive nub draws a cry from you, and he groans into your mouth.

“Let me have you, princess,” he practically begs against your lips between heavy breaths.

You barely have time to process his words before he lifts you slightly, the broad head of his cock pressing insistently against your entrance. Then, you feel an immediate, sharp stretch as he breaches your folds, pushing deeper until the full length of him fills you to the hilt.

A strangled cry escapes you and you collapse against his chest, burying your face in his neck with stilted sobs. Sylus remains still, large hands massaging your rear soothingly, coaxing your body to adjust.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he whispers, lips brushing against your temple. “Just breathe. Let me in.”

“It hurts,” you gasp. He shifts slightly, and a sharp sensation makes you wince, like he’s hitting a spot that feels too far, too much. “T—Too big…”

“I know, I know,” he murmurs, breath hot and uneven against your ear. His hands move carefully, gently parting the delicate skin of your folds in an attempt to ease the stretch and make it more bearable.

Keeping his hips as still as possible, he reaches for the hem of your now sweat-soaked nightgown, lifting it with as much gentleness as he can muster. His eyes trace the path of the fabric as it reveals the slick mess of fluids dripping from where you're joined, the soft curve of your belly, the delicate bounce of your breasts freed from constraint, and finally, your tear-streaked face—beautiful, vulnerable, and utterly his. Guilt flickers through him as he feels himself twitch and grow even harder inside you, despite your pained whimpers.

After tossing the fabric aside, his lips find your neck, pressing slow, deliberate kisses to the spots that make your walls flutter around him, drawing soft, helpless sounds from your lips. 

“Once you’re settled in our home on the mainland, you’ll have everything you could ever desire,” he murmurs, hands gliding up to rub gentle circles over your hardened nipples.

“You’ll have servants at your beck and call, and you’ll be free to do whatever you please. No one will dare defy you—no one will even think to.”

The vivid imagery of his words wraps around your mind like a spell, pulling you deeper into him. The sharp discomfort of being stretched begins to ebb, replaced by a dull ache that shifts to faint blooms of pleasure.

“And when you finally swell with my child,” he breathes, tone thick with promise, “I’ll find endless delight in claiming you over and over, until the first light of dawn touches us.”

You flush at the picture of him taking you like this, with your belly round and full with his heir.

He chuckles low against your ear, the sound dark and rich. “Oh? You like that idea, don’t you?”

You huff, landing a light smack on his chest. “Do not tease me,” you protest, voice carrying a hint of authority despite your half-lidded gaze. The sight of you perched on his lap, his cock buried deep inside you, while you fix him with a stern, regal expression befitting a princess is enough to have his hips bucking up to you.

With a strained groan, he crashes his lips against your neck, his cock throbbing almost painfully within your tight walls. “I need you, princess,” he rasps against your skin, barely holding back the urge to thrust up into you.

The pressure of the stretch still lingers, but the sharp pain has melted into pulses of pleasure. You place your hips back, grinding your sensitive nub against his groin, desperate for more. “Please do something,” you plead, hips moving in frantic, clumsy circles, chasing a bliss you don’t know you’re craving.

Sylus doesn’t hesitate. He lowers you back onto the mattress while still buried deep inside you. Propping himself up on his elbows, his gaze locks onto yours as he slowly draws his hips back, leaving only the tip nestled at your entrance. Then, in a single, fluid motion, he sinks back in to the hilt, filling you completely in one long, unrelenting stroke.

You cry out, this time in response to the delicious friction of his cock dragging against your walls. Driven wild by your reaction, he pulls back again, then thrusts deeply into you with another slow, deliberate plunge. A hiss escapes him as the head of his cock presses against your deepest depths.

“You’re doing so good,” he groans, lips brushing over the bruises left by his earlier kisses on your neck. “You’ve been such a darling for me, haven’t you?”

To his twisted delight, you remain incomprehensible, helpless sounds pouring from your kiss-bitten lips as you scramble to steady yourself by gripping his shoulders, nails digging painfully into his skin. He’s almost feral at the way your flesh ripples from the impact of each thrust. The princess of Noir, coveted by men all over the realm, now lies beneath him, sweat-slicked, legs spread, and taking his cock so wonderfully.  But beyond that, he sees the most perfect queen—one whose unparalleled intellect and sharp wit can stand beside him in his pursuit for power.

Suddenly, he pulls out, and you whine, tears staining your cheeks at the dizzying emptiness. He merely shushes you soothingly before gently turning you over onto your stomach. Before you can garble out a question on what he’s doing, he plunges into you once more, hitting a spot against your front that has you curling your toes and screaming into the sheets.

“I—It feels s—strange again—!” you manage between broken whimpers, each word punctuated by the relentless rhythm of his movements against your sore walls.

“Wanna feel good again, princess?” he murmurs against your ear.

Your answering sob is all the reply you can muster.

Suddenly, you’re hoisted up on your knees, his strong arm wrapping around your waist as his other hand grips your jaw, holding your face up. His thrusts quicken, erratic and desperate, and you gasp as his tongue traces the outer shell of your ear. Then, his hand slides lower, fingers finding the swollen nub above your abused folds. The sudden burst of pleasure at the rubbing motion has you crying out, body tightening as a familiar heat coils low in your belly.

You begin to thrash in his hold at the overwhelming sensations. “Sy—I think—I think I’m—”

“Let it happen, princess, I got you.”

With those words, your hands tangle in his sweat-damp hair as a violent shudder wracks your body, exhausted sobs escaping your lips. His relentless pace doesn’t falter, eyes locked on the harsh bounce of your breasts as he pounds into you from behind, chasing his release. The tight grip of your walls and the slick heat enveloping his cock finally push him over the edge, his thrusts turning shallow and frantic before burying himself deep with a final, forceful motion, spilling his seed inside you.

Sylus takes a moment to catch his breath, pressing soft, chaste kisses along your shoulders.

“You alright, princess?”

You don’t respond.

Confused, he gently tilts your head back, only to find your peaceful, sleeping face, soft snores escaping your lips. He huffs a small laugh. How adorable.

Carefully, he shifts against the headboard, settling you onto him with his half-hard cock still nestled inside, twitching faintly. Draping your legs over his knees, he starts massaging your inner thighs, soothing the soreness he knows must be there.

A series of sharp knocks echoes through the room.

“This is the chamberlain. I must confirm that the consummation rites have been fulfilled for your marriage to be deemed legitimate by the Grand Temple.”

Sylus scowls, eyes scanning over your sleeping form. “Can’t this wait in the morning?”

“This is necessary to eliminate any possibility of deceit in performing the rites.”

“Damn uptights,” he mutters. Then, a smirk plays at the corner of his lips. “Well, come in then.”

The door swings open, revealing the old chamberlain in his faded temple robes, his attention fixed on his ledger. He mumbles the schedule for the following day as he approaches the bed. When he finally looks up, expecting to see the usual ruffled, soaked sheets, he freezes, almost stumbling backward in shock.

You—the cherished Noir princess, known for your beauty and headstrong grace—lie exhausted, nestled against the imposing form of the feared Onichynus general behind you. His scarlet eyes glint as he sucks a mark onto the side of your neck, and beneath you, his impressive girth disappears into your swollen, intimate folds, generous amounts of your combined essences coating his base.

“This is evidence enough, no?” Sylus taunts, sneaking in a shallow thrust up to you, drawing a soft, breathless whine from your throat.

The chamberlain stammers, his words fumbling as he backs toward the door.

“Y—Yes, the rites are confirmed. Good night,” he rushes out in a single breath before slamming the door behind him.

Chuckling, Sylus pulls his sleeping wife closer, placing a tender kiss on your temple. You’ll need the rest for the long journey ahead, and for whatever adjustments await you back on the mainland.

But, in the end, none of that matters.

He’s just grateful to have found his beloved kitten again.

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“after hours” | bonten men x reader

one-shot 𓂃⋆.˚

synopsis: as a bonten executive, y/n treats hooking up with bonten men after meetings like just another part of the job—routine, effortless, and far too easy to stop.

characters: manjiro “mikey” sano, haruchiyo sanzu, ran haitani, rindou haitani, hajime kokonoi, fem!reader

warnings: smut (18+), explicit sexual content, multiple partners, rough sex, anal sex, semi-public sex, spanking, spitting, cumplay, hair pulling, degradation, choking, dirty talk, objectification, power imbalance, manipulation, possessiveness, markings, orgasm control, overstimulation, light humiliation, drug usage, alcohol usage, smoking, non-consensual image sharing, mean sanzu, reader being a bitch, bonten men being menaces, toxic dynamics, dubious consent (consensual but with coercive undertones), exhibitionism (y/n being watched), implied criminal activity, unsafe situations, minor aftercare but mostly neglect, mild sadism, and very filthy vibe.

notes: wrote this out of nowhere tbh. this is very flithy. i also wanna say that i really think the haitani brothers are sweet when it comes to their girl (sometimes) and not the manipulative womanizer type, but that’s just my hc (is it canon? idk!). and please, i’ve written every content warning i could think of (i’m considerate like that), so please read at your own risk. again, this is flithy. anyway, enjoy! credits to the fanart i used above.

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the private lounge smelled of expensive liquor, sweat, and sin. dim lights cast shadows over the leather couches, the sound of bass thumping through the floors beneath them. it was routine now—business first, then pleasure. bonten’s little after-meeting tradition. drinking, getting high, and letting loose like they owned the world. because, well, they did.

y/n lounged beside ran, her legs draped over his lap, glass in hand, his arm snug around her waist like she belonged there. and she did—at least for tonight. she took a sip, the burn of alcohol making her hum before her eyes flickered to kakucho, who was already standing.

“c’mon, kakucho, you’ve never joined our after-meeting sessions.” she tilted her head, pouting before smirking. “i’ll let you play with my tits.” then she drank, the ice clinking against the glass.

kakucho exhaled sharply. “fuck off, y/n. i’m going.”

she clicked her tongue. “boo. god, you’re so boring.”

he ignored her completely, turning to mocchi and takeomi. “c’mon, we have to take care of the clients.”

y/n groaned, rolling her eyes as she leaned further into ran. “you too, mocchi? takeomi?” she huffed, fingers tapping against the rim of her glass before she suddenly grinned. “ugh, fine, go ahead. you just missed a chance of getting a free blowjob!” her voice rang through the room, teasing, shameless.

the three of them didn’t even flinch. used to her mouth, to the filth that spilled from it like it was a normal thing to say. kakucho shut the door without looking back, and y/n simply scoffed before taking another sip.

not like she had sex with everyone… well. okay, maybe something did happen between her and the haitani brothers. and sanzu. and even… mikey. but it was casual. nothing that could affect their work at bonten. just a way to blow off steam, to release tension in the most primal way possible. they were just having fun.

“why don’t you blow me instead, y/n?” sanzu’s voice cut through the music, lazy and dripping in amusement. “i’ll fuck that pretty mouth of yours so you’ll finally shut the fuck up.” a smirk played on his lips as ran and rindou chuckled beside him.

y/n turned to glare at sanzu, already flipping him off before she suddenly gasped dramatically.

“mikey!!!” she whined, pushing off ran’s lap and making her way to the man sitting at the head of the lounge. she plopped down onto his lap, arms wrapping around his neck as she buried her face against his shoulder. “they’re ganging up on me again.”

mikey didn’t react. barely spared her a glance as he pulled a cigarette from his pack, tucking it between his lips.

but don’t get it wrong. y/n was his favorite. she got the special princess treatment—more than anyone else in bonten. sure, she was a little unhinged, maybe even on sanzu’s level, but that’s what made mikey keep her around. the smartest of them all. she kills just like sanzu. no remorse.

and without thinking, as if her body had memorized the action, she reached into the pocket of her blazer, flicked her lighter open, and brought the flame to the end of mikey’s cigarette.

mikey inhaled, the tip burning red, before exhaling a slow stream of smoke.

the lounge was drowning in smoke and sin, the bass-heavy music vibrating through the floor. drinks kept pouring, the air thick with the scent of liquor and something dangerously indulgent.

then koko spoke up, tossing a small package onto the table. “here’s the one you wanted, sanzu.”

sanzu’s eyes lit up as he snatched it, tearing it open with practiced ease. “finally. some good fucking shit after dealing with those annoying-ass clients.”

he poured the fine powder onto the glass table, leaning in to take his share. the rush was instant, his pupils dilating as he let out a satisfied sigh. “fuck. that hit nice.” he turned to ran, waving a hand toward the powder. “try this. better than last time.”

ran didn’t need to be told twice. he leaned down, did the same, and so did the rest of them.

glasses clinked, slurred cheers filled the air. everyone was too high, too drunk, too far gone.

y/n swayed with the music, lost in the haze, her body moving on instinct. she pressed back against ran, rolling her hips as his hands found her waist, his breath hot against her neck.

she should slow down.

she was too high for this.

but fuck it.

pushing off ran, she stumbled toward the table, dropping to her knees as she reached for another line of powder—

only to have her head yanked back by a fist in her hair.

“enough of that, princess. try this instead.”

sanzu’s voice was a slow drawl, and before she could react, he slipped a pill between her lips, fingers pressing against her tongue.

y/n didn’t even flinch. she held his gaze as she sucked on them, slow and teasing, letting her tongue drag along his fingers before finally swallowing. then she stuck her tongue out, showing him the evidence, eyes dark with amusement.

“did you just get hard from me kneeling in front of you?” she taunted, lips curling into a smirk.

his grip on her hair tightened in an instant.

“fuckin’ brat.”

before she could blink, he yanked her up, shoving her backward—straight into rindou.

“shit.” rindou caught her with ease, her back pressed against his chest, his hands settling low on her hips. she could feel the way his breath hitched, the way his fingers twitched against the fabric of her dress.

sanzu’s grin was sharp, eyes blown wide. “and so what if i’m hard just looking at you?” his voice was low, edged with something dark. “you’re practically a walking sex toy.”

his fingers traced the inside of her thigh, slow, deliberate—

but y/n slapped his hand away without hesitation, shooting him a glare.

then she raised her middle finger at him, smirking. “get out of my sight, haru.”

sanzu just chuckled, dropping onto the couch with his legs spread wide, licking his teeth.

the heat in the room was suffocating, a mix of smoke, alcohol, and the lingering haze of ecstasy.

“fuck, it’s getting hot,” y/n muttered, slipping off her blazer, revealing the curve-hugging dress beneath.

rindou was quick to help, fingers grazing her bare shoulders as he pressed lazy kisses along her skin. his hands moved lower, squeezing her tits without hesitation. she barely reacted—she was used to this by now. at least with them. the haitani brothers and sanzu had a habit of touching her whenever they pleased. during meetings, in passing, anywhere they wanted.

ran grabbed a bottle of whiskey, his grin sharp as he gripped her jaw. without warning, he tilted the bottle, pouring the liquor past her lips. she swallowed what she could, but the excess spilled, running down her chin, soaking into her dress.

he chuckled, taking a swig himself before leaning in to lick the trail of whiskey from her neck, down to the exposed curve of her cleavage.

“fuck, ran…” the sensation sent a shiver down her spine, a moan slipping out before she could stop it.

her hands found his face, pulling him inches from hers, eyes dark with something dangerous. “you ruined my dress.”

ran’s tongue flicked over his lips, gaze burning. “if i get to fuck this body, i’d gladly ruin all your clothes.” his fingers trailed up her thighs, teasing, promising.

rindou’s grip tightened on her chest, his other hand slipping lower, brushing over the damp fabric between her legs. “shit, y/n, you’re already so fucking wet.”

before she could respond, ran hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her thighs. with a smirk, he tucked the flimsy fabric into his pocket, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

her breath hitched as rindou’s fingers pressed against her, rubbing slow circles over her core before one slipped inside, stretching her with ease.

“ugh… rindou…” her hips moved on instinct, grinding against his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair. rindou groaned against her neck, rutting against her from behind.

ran pushed her dress higher, his eyes darkening at the sight.

“rin, more, please…” her voice was a breathy whimper.

but before rindou could give her what she wanted, sanzu shoved ran aside took his place.

“move over, greedy fucks.” his grin was wicked as his fingers plunged inside her without warning, matching rindou’s pace.

they weren’t in sync. they didn’t care. her pleasure wasn’t the point—just the filth of it all, the way they could have her, touch her, ruin her. they were already fucked in the head. what was a little more filth?

ran, scowling from the side, ran a hand through his hair. “fuck you, man. we’re all horny here. at least share the fucking pussy.”

sanzu ignored him, curling his fingers deeper, faster, rindou doing the same.

ran had enough. he knelt between y/n’s legs, tongue flicking over her clit, adding another layer of sensation that had her gasping.

“fuck… slow down… ugh… m-mikey… want you too…” her grip tightened—one hand fisting ran’s hair, the other clutching sanzu’s wrist.

rindou’s hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her dizzy. his tongue dragged over her cheek, hot and possessive, while sanzu spit onto her chest, watching it glisten against her skin.

koko, who had been uninterested up until now, finally scoffed, shaking his head. “damn, y/n. didn’t know you were this much of a slut.”

he stood, grabbed the whiskey bottle, and took a slow swig, his sharp eyes lingering on the filthy sight before him. with a dark chuckle, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, exhaling a satisfied sigh—like he was merely indulging in a show put on for his amusement.

she barely heard him. the pleasure was too much, too consuming. her body tensed, and with one last sharp cry, she came, soaking the hands still working her open.

ran didn’t hesitate. he shoved sanzu, grabbing her thighs and pulling her to his mouth, licking up every drop of her release.

“ran, fuck…” she whined, tugging at his hair.

he groaned against her, the vibrations making her jolt. he gave her one last slow lick before pulling back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“shit, this will always be the best pussy i’ve ever tasted.”

y/n grinned, pulling him close again, cupping his jaw before pressing her lips to his.

out of all the men in bonten, it was different with the haitani brothers. whether it was ran or rindou, their touch always felt possessive. they weren’t just fucking her. they were claiming her. and they didn’t do that with just anyone.

ran pulled back, smirking. “gonna take a break for a bit, y/n. need some good shit first.” he gestured toward the drugs. “i’ll fuck you later.”

y/n bit her lip, grinning. “i’ll be waiting for your cock deep inside me.”

y/n leaned back against rindou’s chest, hiding her face against his neck, breath still uneven. rindou didn’t react much—just took a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it up while letting her rest against him. the room was still thick with heat, the air buzzing with something filthy, something intoxicating.

“boss, you just gonna sit there and watch?” sanzu suddenly asked, his voice dripping with amusement. he turned his head toward mikey, who had been silent the entire time, observing from his seat. “wanna fuck her first?”

mikey exhaled slowly, picking up his cigarette from the ashtray. “make her a mess for me.”

sanzu’s grin was wicked. “you heard him, y/n. i’m gonna make a mess out of you. that means i’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy until my cum is oozing out of your fucking cunt.”

y/n shot him a glare. “can’t you just fuck someone else downstairs? you always go hard on me.”

sanzu leaned in, his nose brushing against hers, his voice dropping. “but you like it when i’m rough, right?”

her lips curled into a smirk. “right.”

the next second, their mouths crashed together, the kiss deep, hungry, desperate. sanzu groaned into her mouth, gripping the back of her neck to pull her closer, tongues tangling in a fight for dominance.

rindou, still smoking behind her, didn’t even flinch. he didn’t care—just let her grind against him as he exhaled a slow cloud of smoke.

between kisses, sanzu muttered, “wanna feel your mouth, but i’m already too fucking hard to wait.”

with that, he unbuckled his belt, freeing his cock, and y/n wrapped her fingers around him, sliding his length along her soaked slit, teasing.

“bitch, you really like to tease, huh?” sanzu growled.

before she could respond, he thrust inside her without warning, pulling a sharp, loud moan from her throat.

“haru—!”

but before the sound could echo, rindou clamped a hand over her mouth, his lips brushing against her ear as he muttered lazily, “shhh… i’m trying to remember something, y/n. don’t be too loud.”

as if sanzu wasn’t already fucking her into oblivion, as if he wasn’t buried to the hilt inside her, stretching her open like he owned her.

“haru, god—right there, right there!” y/n gasped, nails digging into sanzu’s arms as he fucked into her, relentless and precise. sometimes, sanzu was considerate. sometimes.

rindou, who had been watching behind her, finally leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “you can take another one, right?” his voice was low, taunting. “just like how you were when ran and i fucked you?”

her head lolled back against his shoulder, body already trembling. “gonna be too much, rin,” she mumbled, barely able to form the words.

rindou wasn’t having it. “i don’t care.”

before she could even process it, he was lifting her up slightly, adjusting her onto his lap. the sound of his belt unbuckling was the only warning she got before he spit into his palm, lazily coating his cock before pressing it against her.

“riiiiiin!!” her voice broke into a sob as he pushed inside, stretching her open with no real prep. she wasn’t ready for it, not after how deep sanzu had already been, but rindou wasn’t in the mood to wait.

he snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt.

a tear slipped down her cheek. sanzu caught it before it could fall completely, gripping her jaw and pressing her cheeks together. “not so tough now, are we?”

her only response was to clench down around him, intentionally squeezing sanzu’s cock.

“fuck, y/n…” sanzu groaned, eyes rolling back for a second before he fucked into her harder.

rindou, ever so casual, took a long drag from his cigarette, lazily exhaling smoke into the air. when he finally finished, ran—who had been watching the whole time—wordlessly reached over, taking the cigarette from his brother like it was second nature.

rindou’s now free hands slid over y/n’s chest, groping her as he thrusted up into her. sanzu, on the verge of cumming, pulled out just in time, stroking himself over her skin.

“wanna paint you with my cum,” he muttered, and then, with a few jerks, he spilled over her tits, the warm mess dripping down her body as rindou continued fucking her.

“ew, man, fuck you. your cum got on my hand,” rindou complained, though he didn’t slow down in the slightest.

sanzu only chuckled, licking his lips as he admired the sight in front of him—y/n, covered in his cum, still getting wrecked on rindou’s cock.

he was already getting hard again, tempted to go another round, but before he could even open his mouth, ran stretched out from where he was sitting and drawled, “oi, it’s my turn.”

sanzu clicked his tongue but didn’t argue, adjusting his pants before plopping down on the couch beside rindou, who was still fucking into y/n like he had all the time in the world. sanzu grabbed himself a drink, smirking as he watched.

rindou’s fingers, still slick with sanzu’s release, smeared the mess onto y/n’s dress. “clean it up,” he murmured, bringing his fingers to her lips. obediently, she parted them, tongue gliding over his digits, licking up the filth.

ran watched with a smirk, his gaze dark. “rin, want her on all fours.”

without hesitation, rindou pulled out of y/n, leaving her empty and whimpering. a strong but measured push sent her toward ran, who caught her with ease.

rindou kneeled on the couch beside them, while ran—ever the gentleman, at least to her—helped y/n into position. with slow, teasing fingers, he unzipped her dress, grazing her bare skin before peeling the fabric off her trembling body. soft kisses trailed down her spine, sending shivers through her.

“mmm, ran…” y/n whimpered, her voice breathy.

he chuckled, the sound dark, as he unbuckled his belt and freed his cock. the teasing didn’t last long—ran lined himself up and rubbed his tip against her slick folds. behind her, rindou’s voice cut through the haze. “stick out your tongue.”

she obeyed instantly, lips parting, and rindou tapped his cock against her tongue, smearing precum along her lips.

ran, usually so composed, wasn’t gentle when he finally sank into her. his control shattered the moment her tight heat clenched around him, and he slammed into her with a force that had her crying out. he wasn’t sweet now. he was fucking her like a man starved, like she was something to ruin.

“fuck, you’re squeezing me so good,” he groaned, punctuating his words with sharp thrusts.

the rhythm of his movements rocked her forward, and rindou was quick to take advantage. fingers twisting in her hair, he yanked her head back just enough to keep her still. “keep your head still, y/n.”

then he shoved his cock past her lips.

rindou was rough, using her mouth like a toy, fucking her throat with no regard for how she choked and gagged around him. “wanna go all the way in,” he muttered, shoving deeper, groaning as she struggled to breathe. drool spilled from her lips, dripping down her chin in messy, glistening strings.

“look at you,” rindou taunted, his grip tightening in her hair. “so fucking messy and pathetic for us.”

y/n whimpered around him, and rindou groaned at the vibrations against her throat. ran’s hand snaked between her legs, fingers finding her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles. the added pleasure had her legs shaking beneath him.

rindou, already on edge, cursed under his breath. “shit, y/n—gonna cum.”

with a few more thrusts, he spilled into her mouth, the warm, bitter taste coating her tongue. some dripped past her lips, but rindou wasn’t having that. with his thumb, he scooped up the mess, pressing it back against her lips.

“swallow it for me, baby.”

her lips wrapped around his thumb, sucking obediently as she swallowed every drop.

rindou’s expression softened slightly, fingers brushing over her cheek. when she instinctively leaned into his touch, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head before pulling away to fix himself.

but ran wasn’t done yet.

ran, the only one still fucking her, suddenly grabbed her arm, pulling her flush against his chest. his other hand slipped between her legs, fingers rubbing slow circles against her swollen clit. his arm caged around her neck, keeping her in place as he buried his face against her heated skin, groaning into the curve of her shoulder.

“fuck, y/n. you’re so wet, you feel how i’m sliding easily in you right now?” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. ran was drunk on her—on the way her body swallowed him up, on the way she clenched around him like she never wanted to let go. “you’re sucking me in so good. like your pussy doesn’t wanna let me go.”

y/n arched her back, head falling onto ran’s shoulder as her mind clouded with nothing but pleasure. he fucked her so good—better than anyone. he knew exactly how to make her fall apart, how to tease, how to make her melt. unlike sanzu, who only cared about chasing his own high, ran knew how to take his time. how to ruin her just right.

his thrusts grew rougher, more erratic, his pace faltering as he neared his end. y/n could feel it. she was close, too.

chasing her own release, she turned her head, lips brushing against his neck. her tongue darted out, licking, kissing, sucking at the sensitive skin, and ran groaned deep from his chest. neither of them cared that the others were still in the room, too lost in the moment, too caught up in the pleasure of it all.

y/n’s moans came louder, sharper, and ran cursed under his breath, snapping his hips harder, faster.

without warning, pleasure surged through her, and she came, her walls pulsing tight around ran’s cock. the sensation dragged him under with her, his grip on her waist tightening as he gritted out, “shit, y/n… wanna fill you up. fuck—ugh, fuck—”

his hips stuttered, cock twitching, before he finally spilled inside her, warmth flooding deep. he rocked into her a few more times, slower now, riding out the pleasure.

y/n gasped for breath, body slumping against ran as exhaustion settled over her. he carefully pulled out, hands steadying her as he helped her plop onto the couch, her body spent. she laid there, stomach flat against the cushions, trying to pull herself together.

ran tucked himself back into his pants, grabbing a cigarette from his pocket. he lit it, exhaling smoke as he sat beside her. she barely stirred, too exhausted to move. instead, she lazily turned her head, resting it on his lap. still naked. still messy.

sanzu, the crazy bastard he was, grinned. he crouched beside y/n, pulling out a small packet of powder and pouring it down the curve of her back. then, with no warning, he leaned in and licked it off.

no one reacted. they were used to sanzu’s antics by now. y/n barely flinched, too tired to care.

but sanzu wasn’t done. he grabbed his phone, angling it just right. the screen flashed.

he smirked down at the picture—y/n, naked, messy, cum still dripping from her thighs. with a few taps, he sent it to their group chat.

his next message tagged the three who left earlier.

sanzu: what y’all missed out on.

the replies were instant.

takeomi: man, should’ve stayed there. kakucho, this is your fault.

kakucho: 👍

mocchi: fuck??

sanzu laughed, tossing his phone aside. he plopped down on the floor, resting his head against y/n’s ass like she was nothing more than a pillow.

he sighed in content, then turned to koko. “aren’t you gonna try her?”

koko scoffed. “i’m good, man. don’t wanna stick my dick where all your dicks just went.”

sanzu only shrugged. “your loss. this is literally the best pussy i’ve ever had. heaven.”

the room settled into a lazy silence. some were high, some were drunk, and some were simply too tired to move.

then sanzu broke the quiet again. “boss, your turn now?”

mikey had been there the whole time, watching from the shadows, unreadable as always. he finally stood, eyes cold.

“dress her up,” he ordered. “we’re going home.”

sanzu smirked. “you guys heard the boss.”

y/n whined, face still buried in ran’s lap. “but mikey… i’m too tired.” her pout was audible. “this is the first time you guys all went at me together. that’s not fair.”

sanzu rolled his eyes, already tired of her bratty attitude. “who do you think you are, not following boss’ orders? get up.”

he grabbed her, yanking her away from ran. their faces were inches apart now.

“i should’ve fucked mikey instead of you,” she huffed, eyes narrowing.

sanzu’s grip tightened on her ass, pulling her closer. “don’t act like you weren’t moaning like a bitch in heat earlier for me.”

before y/n could snap back, mikey’s voice cut through the tension.

“enough.”

sanzu let go.

rindou, quieter than the rest, grabbed her dress, helping her slip it back on. his fingers brushed over her shoulders, lips pressing soft kisses against her skin. a rare moment of tenderness.

y/n sighed, a small smile tugging at her lips.

mikey didn’t say another word. he turned on his heel, walking out without a goodbye.

y/n barely managed to stand, legs shaking, but she pushed herself to the door. “bye, boys!”

no one answered.

she followed mikey outside, slipping into the passenger seat of his car.

oh, she was in for a long night.

DAY 12 — COCKWARMING

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — blade, gepard

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, cockwarming, petnames: princess, love, slight meanie blade, sleepy gepard wanting you close forever, v cute as well, neck bites

𖧡 — BLADE

"oh my—," your words get interrupted by a mouldering sob, emanating inside your chest and returning much stronger, your lips parting when you wince at the intrusion inside of you.

yet you do not care about the immediate overstimulation wrecking havoc on your body, because naturally— you don't even bat an eye on your luscious winces and short winded cries— not when blade feels this good when he first sinks his cock in and manifests a burning stretch on your cunt.

"so perfect.. my love..." his words are laced with vulnerability, and the dark haired shoves his face into your neck before inhaling your candid scent, that one distinctive fragrance that set his loins on fire whenever they penetrated his nostrils. on top of that, his tongue slowly rolls out of his mouth to lap at your neck, flashing his white canines at the flesh before pressing his teeth into you ever so slightly.

blade thinks it's adorable that you haven't realized that he won't let you move on him and that in reality, luring your attention to his tongue lapping around your neck and feigning a precious sweetness was all part of the plan, his plan.

despite that, with his cock being fully slotted inside your walls, your thighs begin to shine of your arousal when you attempt to bounce yourself on top of him, strengthening the muscles in your quivering legs before he weights his palms on top of your hips— a panicked hitch falling in drops at the sheer impact of your weight dropping back onto his cock, it's utterly cruel, fizzling and buzzing over your battered walls.

your poor cunt has been consumed by his thickness and copious amounts of pre ooze out of his slit, blade wants to mark you up until you're his from inside and out, yet even then, he won't let you move a single inch on him. "h-heey.." you mewl in slight pain, curving your lips into a pout before playfully hitting his chest with your fists;

"wh-what's that supposed to mean?" you protest in vein and watch how blade lets go of a deep chuckle whilst keeping you pressed against his hot body— the curve of his length rolling over the squashy splotches on your pussy, tasting how your mushy sex thaws on his shaft.

"nothing," blade coos, his tip drizzling his pre into you, and ugh— you're so tight, washing and seeping your arousal on his erection that if he wasn't that trained in self control, would immediately fuck into your heat as if feral and starved of touch— yet instead, blade takes a deep breath into his chest before exhaling through his mouth, repeating himself once more.

"nothing's wrong at all, love, ‘just wanna feel you."

𖧡 — GEPARD

the entire room had been consumed by a stifling fervor and a shimmering energy of torridity makes contact with your enclosed bodies resting against the bed. only distinct outlines visualizing how gepard was holding you close against his chest— his pink tip pushed up against your gaping hole, softly shimming along your ribbed walls whilst swallowing your hazy noises.

pheromones waft into the humidity of the air as you circle your arms around his body, your face nuzzled deeply into his neck as you welcome him entirely. "i-i love you ‘so much.." gepard whispers, his cock thudding painfully as you greet him with the spongy spot in your cunt, a rush of lust flooding his flaming veins, drowning inside a liquor of passion.

you hide a bubbly smile on your precious lips, delicately kissing along his collarbone while running your nails over his defined back, "i love you too." those confessions, they almost act like some sort of aphrodisiac that expel from your frames when gepard throbs inside you the moment you say it back— he just had to hear it, he simply cannot get satiated by the love you gave him.

every additional thought that may wander through your psyche now, gets suffocated by an aching pulse inside your thighs, and sometimes you wonder if gepard even realizes how impossibly thick he was, how his length never failed to crowd you until you're practically jammed by his shaft battering your pussy, shattering all the sensitive nerves inside your ragged walls.

you're his princess— his chest heaving when you nudge your hips against his erection, only a little, but strong enough to coax a reaction out of him.

"fuck— l-lets stay like this for a while." he whines, placing one hand on top of your ass before greedily squeezing and groping the flesh, the harshness of his strong grip making the skin jiggle underneath his palm before you pant out— tickling his handsome face, eagerly running your tongue over his neck before muttering a chorus of gentle, i love love love you’s..

.. only for him to hear and indulge in.

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#CNC !

;feat. xiao, scaramouche, itto, zhongli/afab!reader

;cw. consensual non-consent, mentions of safewords being in place, fear play, pain play, squirting, size kink, somnophilia, AFTERCARE INCLUDED <3

— a/n. hehehehe

all characters presumed to be 18+

minors do not interact.

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! XIAO

cw. fear play, somnophilia, a lil bit of soft!xiao peeks thru

a heavy pressure on your body is what roused you from your comforting sleep. cracking your eyes open, you were greeted with the same pitch blackness as when you first laid down.

the body on top of you moved and you felt warm breath fan over your face and squirmed, trying to turn around to look at your lover but a heavy hand wrapped around the back of your neck, effectively pinning you down.

"x-xiao...?" you whisper, "what're you doing...?"

"shut up," he hisses, making your eyes widen at the gruff, cold tone he so easily spits out.

you squirm some more but he keeps you pinned with his weight. he shifts and in the silence of the room, you can hear his heavy breathing. the shuffling of clothing alerts you to his intentions and you feel a shiver of both excitement and fear rush through your system.

"stay still," he commands, meanly yanking your panties down your thighs, making sure to drag his nails down your skin to make you whimper in pain.

"xiao...wait..." your breathing picks up, both anxiety and anticipation surging when he lewdly spots on his cock, slick sounds alerting you to the way he lives himself up with it. vivid images of your boyfriend stroking his own cock pop into your mind and your cunt clenches pathetically.

then you feel the heat of him pressing against you and cry out, "wait! y-you can't-"

the grip on your neck moves to your hair, grabbing a fistful for leverage before he's stuffing his entire cock into in one harsh thrust.

your entire body locks up and the tears that had been slowly welling in your eyes fall.

it hurts.

a soft hand smooths down the length of your spine and you finally let out the breath you had been holding. xiao remains still, his heavy breathing still prominent as he patiently waits for you to relax and adjust to him.

"xiao..." you whine, reaching behind you to press your hand against his stomach, pushing him away with trembling fingers.

"quit cryin'" he snaps, slapping your hand away before, in the blink of an eye, he begins hammering into you.

you wail, desperately trying to push yourself away from him, squirming and kicking as the pain and pleasure both overwhelm your poor body.

"stop moving!" he snarls, louder than he'd been all night.

the fear you feel in that moment is palpable and you find yourself mindlessly obeying him, going limp.

"just take it," he hisses, "you fight all the time and now you're whining...can't take this little bit of pain? hm? are you that weak, human?"

there's a subtle change in the angle to works his hips and your eyes nearly roll back in your head when he swings his hips down and prods that sweet, gummy spot inside you.

you gush and cream around him, body twitching and your mouth hangs open in pure pleasure as he works your body expertly.

"see?" he coos, "you are weak. right here is where you're weakest," you can practically hear the gleeful grin on his face when he slowly and carefully rolls his hips to prod that spot again.

your body meanly twitches at the feeling and you babble out another nonsensical cry of his name that only makes him laugh.

"now cum," he commands, "let me feel how a little human cums when they're forced,"

your feet kick against the bed and you scramble for something to hold onto, settling on the sheets on either side of your head. he works his hips even faster, forcing you to fly over the edge.

your body, wound taut and high, shakes with the force of it. he finally lets go of your hair and grips your hips, lifting them ever so slightly off the bed so he can fuck you to his own high.

the whole time, you're left cumming and cumming around him until he finally spills into you and you both fall still.

your cunt continues to clench and drool around his softening cock until he can't take it anymore and has to pull out.

he leans over your body again, but this time it's to press a kiss to your temple.

"xiao..." you whimper but he shushes you immediately, shaking his head when you turn your head to peek up at him.

"just take a minute..." he whispers, choosing to lay beside you, rubbing your back to soothe the trembles that still consume you, "it's alright, just breathe..."

! SCARAMOUCHE

cw. choking, degredation, pain play, slapping , threats, tiny blood warning, in front of an audience hehe...who he kills afterwards lmao

the various gazes burned into you, only adding onto the complete shame you felt as scaramouche bullied his cock into you. a firm, cold hand wrapped around your throat, keeping yo upright and completely exposed to the audience watching your humiliation.

"look at them," he spits, "all of them watching you. getting off on this -- watching you get raped. they're loving it. why don't you cry for help? hm? surely someone will..."

you open your mouth, fully ready to take him up on that but the grip on your throat immediately tightens, cutting off any words you were ready to speak. he laughs low in your ear.

"so fucking stupid," he whispers, "i won't let anyone take you away from me, not until i'm finished with you."

tears drip down your cheeks and you gasp when he loosens his grip, grumbling about how he doesn't want you to pass out just yet.

he's completely clothed, only his hat discarded and his cock tugged free. but you, on the other hand, are completely bare.

everyone can see the way you drip down your own thighs and the way your tits bounce with the force of his thrusts. he has your back to his chest, allowing a complete view of your bruised body. bloody little lines are visible in random places from where he would randomly dig his nails into you just to hear you scream and cry.

with his free hand, he reached up and cruelly slapped your breast, grinning when he heard little moans from his audience members at the action.

of course sick freaks like them would enjoy it. enjoy a sweet little thing like you to be hurt and abused. hell, he was enjoying doing it.

your body was warm and smelled so sweet, he couldn't deny how lucky he was to have you there for him to torture.

"why are you so wet?" he hisses, loud enough for everyone to hear. their eyes all move to where your poor little cunt is being stuffed full, watching the way you drool and cream around him, "you like this, huh? like everyone watching you be forced to take cock? repulsive little thing you are."

you sob, twitching in his arms as you grow closer to your high. his grip on your throat tightens, making your head rush.

your orgasm crashes through you, your body twitching and trembling as you do. he holds you against him, teeth gritted while his grip on your throat tightened until you fell completely limp, unconscious.

when you woke back up, you were fully clothed and in bed. sitting up, you looked around, finding scaramouche freshly showered and getting dressed. in front of the mirror.

he glances at you through the reflection and turned to properly look at you, "you're awake. how do you feel?"

"tired..." you answer, laying back when he urges you to with gentle hands, "how are you?"

he hums, shaking his head, sitting on the edge dog the bed. he lets you tug him down so you can wrap your arms around him.

"you did good," he whispers, "i'm going to take care of the witnesses."

he leaves you a fleeting kiss on the lips before he's out the door.

as much as he enjoyed the scene and the rush that came with it -- there was no way he could leave those that enjoyed your torment alive. he wouldn't stand for it.

! ITTO

cw. size kink, orgasm denial, squirting, praise

your boyfriend was big. but what's more he was big and dumb. even more dangerous; big and dumb with a huge cock that he knew exactly how to use.

it was always too much to take but after years of practice, you'd gotten used to it. even though you were still a "big baby" about it, as he would say.

he'd taken to using your gained tolerance and crybaby tendencies to force you upon his cock for his own pure enjoyment.

"stop...!" you cry, reaching forward to press against the dangerous swing hips, "itto! stop! i-i don't want it!"

"yes you do," he coos, "if you didn't, you wouldn't be making this mess..."

you shamefully glance at his length and can't help but moan at the sight -- a creamy ring wrapped around the thickest part of him in the middle. your poor little cunt was spread painfully wide to accommodate the intimidating cock your lover possessed.

"no..." you pitifully whimper, slumping against the bed with a shuddering sigh.

"you know that's not what i want to hear..." he whispers, eyes still glued to where he continued to try to bully his cock into you.

you reminded yourself of the little word you needed to say to make it stop. but when he shifted and another inch slipped into you, it flew right out of your head and all you could think was 'more'.

"stop..." is all that comes out of your mouth and your boyfriend grins, sharp fangs glinting in the dim light from the window.

"that's what i thought..." he says, gritting his teeth as he shifts his grip to under your knees, completely folding you up so your entire lower half lifts off the bed. the change in angle alerts you to what he plans and you find yourself holding your breath.

"now be good," he whispers, voice tender and sweet, "you can do it, take it all. don't run from it, little one...you've done so well....all that cryin' for nothin'..."

he had been working you open for the better half of an hour, stretching your poor, tiny cunt little by little. it was brutal and mind-numbing. he offered no attempts to make you cum no matter how close he knew you got.

despite that, you found yourself cumming around him even when he wasn't moving at all -- the simple, pure stretch he gave you was all you needed to fall over the edge. which is how the creamy, sticky mess that covered his cock got there to begin with.

it was hell.

but now you find yourself bracing for everything to finally come together. little spikes of fear grip you and you tearfully look up at him, eyes wide and glassy while he merely gives you a crooked grin.

he loved that look, the fear and anticipation that filled your gaze. you want him so badly but you know it's going to be too much and you'll be lucky if he doesn't fuck you to the point of unconsciousness.

"p-please..." you sniffle. he cocks his head, wondering if you've finally given up your little act only to shake his head when you utter, "don't..."

he shifts his stance and before you can blink, he swings his hips down, burying his whole length balls deep. he lets out a loud moan, cursing through gritted teeth as he's forced to hold you down when you buck and scream as you're forced to take all of his monstrous length at once.

your eyes roll back and your whole body twitches as you squeal, "no! c-cummin'! i'm cummin'! 's too much! too big! nonono-"

itto's eyes roll back in his head as he feels you gush around him, squirting a complete mess all over him and yourself until it's dripping down his balls. he uses his pure strength to hold you down and force you to cream around him. the sight and feeling is too much for him and he finds himself spilling into you with a surprised grunt.

he finally lets you go and you immediately squirm away, slamming your legs shut as you tremble on the bed. cute little sniffles and sobs come from you as you slowly come down from the intense high.

he shuffles forwards you, flopping down on the bed before hugging you close to him, sweet kisses to the top of your head helping you relax against him.

! ZHONGLI

cw. size kink, mean!zhongli w/ soft!zhongli at the end, riding, slapping, fingering

working your hips, you couldn't help but sob at the burning in your thighs as you slowly rode your boyfriend. he sat spread beneath you, a glare in his eyes as he watched you pathetically hump him cock.

"is this the best you can do, little one?" he asks, voice deep and lacking any warmth. it makes you flinch and hang your head, "humans really are so weak, aren't they?"

"i-i don't wanna anymore," you sniffle, moving to get off him but he quickly grabs your waist and forces you to sit completely. you cry out and go to grab his hands, "t-too deep! ah! it hurts!"

"you're not running away...are you?" he asks, cocking his head to the side, "i got home after a long day, just wanting to rest and relax but i couldn't...because a certain little mortal," he spits to word like he was disgusted, grabbing your cheeks to force you to look at him, "was begging for me to make them feel good. but now that you have to do the work, you plan to leave me here unfulfilled?" he clicks his tongue, shaking his head, "that just won't do, little one."

despite the way you squirm and cry, attempting to pop off of his long cock, you both know you're dripping a complete mess around him.

"now...why don't you continue...before i leave and find another little human who will be more than happy to do the work?" his words drive a stake into your heart and you sniffle.

he waits, watching you weigh your options -- you could do as you're told and continue or you could utter that one word that would end it all. but you decide against it -- despite the ache in your heart and thighs, you want to see how this plays out. and it feels much too good to actually stop.

so you place your trembling hands on his shoulders and slowly lift yourself up before dropping back down. he removes his hands from your hips and drapes them over the back of the couch with a sigh.

despite the tight, wet heat encompassing his cock, he looks completely bored -- unimpressed and like he could go soft at any moment.

"is this the best you can do?" he snaps, "absolutely pathetic. why am i wasting my time giving my cock to someone who doesn't even appreciate it?"

you whimper, resting your forehead against his neck, wanting just a little bit of his warmth and comfort to keep you going. luckily, he easily picks up on your cues and presses a little kiss to your head, allowing you to hear the subtle sigh of pleasure he releases.

you do your best to pick up the pace but you tire out again after a moment and let out a humiliated cry when he laughs at you. he grabs your hair, yanking your face out of his neck to cruelly slap you across the cheek.

"absolutely pathetic," he sighs, despite his cruel words, theyre said in such a lovely way that you can't help but clench around him, "shall i do the work then? since you can't seem to do anything on your own?"

you don't answer and he scoffs, quickly shifting so he's laying on his back with you on top of him. he lifts his legs and grips your waist, glaring at you from beneath you.

"just remember, you did this to yourself..."

before you can properly process his warning, he's hammering up into you. you nearly shriek with the pain of him slamming against your cervix. the force of his thrusts knocking you down.

all you can do is hold onto him, burying your face in his neck as he fucks you with inhuman force.

"i-it hurts!" you wail, "s-stop! please!"

he completely ignores you, grunting and groaning as he gets closer and closer to his high. you continue to babble and cry, begging him to stop and that it hurts but he holds you against him until he finally spills inside you with an almost relieved moan.

you're left trembling and crying into his chest as he pants, petting your hair and kissing the top of your head until you finally look at him.

his gaze is soft and sweet, allowing you to relax against him again. he thumbs away your tears and sighs, sitting up.

you whine when he shifts you in his lap, tapping your chin to make you look at him.

"did you cum?" he asks, smiling when you shake your head, "would you like to?"

you think about it for a moment and finally nod. he shifts you again so your back is to his chest, his hand dipping between your legs to find the gooey mess there.

he avoids your entrance, knowing the soreness is already probably setting in, and settle for soft little circles on your clit.

you sigh in pleasure, relaxing against him as he works you closer and closer.

"it's alright, little one," he whispers, "you can cum for me, i've got you."

at his sweet, loving words and under his tender touches, you twitch and cum with a soundless cry. he works you through the high and lets you relax against him, wrapping his arms around you.

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smau | part 1

the jjk men have another girl taking up the visitor spot when they’re admitted to the hospital.

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