vami

You hated being a pawn in a game you weren’t even playing, but how could you fight against two all-powerful archons? When you first met your husband, he had seemed kind as you battled with yourself whether you could run away without your family being tried by Focolars for “breach of contract”. Ayato offered reassurances, that you wouldn’t be forced to do anything you didn’t please, that you’d be free how to go about life in the estate.

It comforted your heart and made you hopeful that you had an ally, someone to rely on, someone to eventually trust and love. Yet, after you said your vows in front of the people of Inazuma adorned in a white shiromuku kimono you didn’t get to choose, he distance himself from you and ushered off to attend to whatever with his retainers flashing a sad look to you. 

The two of you haven’t even consummated the wedding. How utterly embarrassing. The man had not provided a shared bedroom with him. It was separate rooms, separate lives, separate people. 

You hardly saw him at all.

You gripped your fists tight, nails digging in the flesh of your palms. Tears pricked at your eyes watching your hardened eyes fill with them.

“It’s not fair. I didn’t want this. I never wanted a marriage like this…” you muttered out loud. You heard a timid knock on the door as one of your personal retainers, Ayato seemed to assign her to, peaked her head out of the door. 

“My l-lady? Are you crying?” she stammered out. You narrowed your eyes at her, quickly wiping your cheeks to hide any stains or residue your tears could leave behind. Shifting under the weight of your cold gaze, her eyes leered away momentarily before gazing back at you.

“I’m fine,” you muttered. “He missed my dinner invitation again despite the numerous attempts to get his attention. I’m not going to try anymore. I’m tired of feeling like this.”

The retainer hesitantly leered behind her again before letting out a soft sigh.

“I see, my lady. But, my lord is actually here at the door with me wishing to speak with you,” she answered, opening the door further to reveal Ayato’s somber form peering over at you. He was dressed casually in a pale blue yukata, purple heko obi wrapped around his waist. His lips pulled themselves in a frown.

The sight of his eyes gazing at you pitifully caused bubbles of anger to rile deep in your chest. You turned your head around glaring at the pair through the reflection of the mirror.

“I don’t care. Va-t’en!” you barked. The retainer shrunk as you yelled, looking up to Ayato as he silently lifted a hand up signaling she could leave. The retainer rushed out as Ayato walked fully into your private chamber, closing the shoji behind him. You hear his heavy footstep creep closer to you as you shut your eyes, knowing he was now right behind you.

“(Name), I believe I owe you a long-deserved apology,” he murmured. You napped your eyes open, whipping your head around, and scoffed, seeing his frown deepen. 

“Oh? What makes you say that?” you sarcastically ask. You rose from your seat, jamming a finger into his chest. Ayato could feel the daggers digging into his eyes from your gaze.

“You said we were in this together. That’s what you told me on our wedding day! That’s what you even said in your vows to me,” you barked. Tears were beginning to prick at the corners of your eyes once more, as Ayato’s eyes softened.

“You made me believe that this shitty situation would be hopeful! That I’d be happy despite being a sacrificial pawn to my nation,” you yelled out. Ayato briefly closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh from his chest.

“...It seems my own judgment about you was incorrect,” he replied, reaching out and placing his hand on your shoulder. A fire lit under you as the rage that developed for months finally reached its boiling point. You shrugged away his hand, Ayato’s mouth opening in surprise.

“Don’t act like my husband now, my lord,” you cooly reply. Ayato closed his mouth, taking a sigh once more to collect himself and retreating his hand back to his sigh.

“When we first met, and I saw you at the docks strategizing with yourself on how you could wiggle yourself out of this situation, I couldn’t help but smile. It comforted me that I was also not alone in feeling like a pawn to the archons, to the nation,” he confessed. You sniffled, crossing your arms tight. He thought you would interrupt him, curse at him, beat on his chest but you stood there, silent tears streaming down your face, and simply glared at him.

“You told me your wish for independence. I knew that you did not want this, so I did not want to force you into a role you had no choice to do. I wanted you to be able to do as you pleased and work on your efforts of diplomacy and international cultural teachings Inazuma needs after the Sakoku Decree lifted—”

“No, Ayato! I WANTED LOVE!” 

Your eyes widened surprised by your own outrage before drifting your arms to hug yourself. Your blurry vision darted to the floor, shame bubbling inside of you as you finally admitted the core issue of your frustration. Ayato’s lilac eyes widened, taking a step back surprised at your outburst too.

You turned your body around, trying to escape his eyes peering into your own. The two of you briefly sat in silence, the candle still burning briefly alerting you that Ayato still remained there, paused as his shadow did not move.

You wiped your eyes once more, sniffing loudly to prevent any snot threatening to peak from your nose, and took a shaky sigh before turning around to face your husband. His eyes had narrowed, not from anger or disappointment, but from thought. 

“...As a child, my favorite story was Cendrillon. Although I did not have an evil stepmother or step-siblings, I related to that poor girl so much,” you confessed. Ayato took a silent step forever, getting closer to you.

“Yes, I wanted my independence and freedom but I also wanted to share that with someone that I loved,” you uttered, voice beginning to get shaky. Ayato still had not said a word, same expression outlined on his face.

“...I…” Ayato trailed off before, closing his mouth once again.  He took a deep breath, an attempt to reassure himself against your own watchful eyes.

“When my parents passed when I was a child, the stories that I loved…I began to hate them. How could these fairytales, love like that even exist even when I would never be granted those privileges? I couldn’t shrink my responsibility, I had to take care of my little sister and the clan my father had left for me,” Ayato recalled, closing his eyes.

“I didn't understand because I had the legacy of my bloodline, my family on my shoulders; however…” he trailed off, reaching his hand for your palm. He lifted the appendage up, pressing his lips against your palm.

“...I need to at least be willing to learn with you. I cannot promise I will be a prince from those stories, but, as I said in our vows, I will open myself to you, in my heart…if you’ll still let me.”

You froze as Ayato gave you a soft smile, letting your hand go and placing his large palm against your cheek. It was warm, his touch gentle as if he was handling cracked glass. As more tears cascaded down your cheek, he wiped them away with his thumb slowly leaning him and placing his lips on top of your own. 

And to both of your surprise, your eyes fluttered close—pressing your lips back with the same fervor.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss and closing an inch of space between you two—lips desperate and clinging on to the hope of reassurance of the future of your marriage. A low moan reverberated from Ayato’s lips, drifting his hands to your waist, and pulling you closer. You gasped feeling something hard beginning to nudge your upper thighs, before he gripped your robe—already exposing much of your body to him—and took it off, leaving you bare to him

Embarrassment fills your form remembering the little clothes you did have on when you confronted Ayato, but it didn’t matter at this moment; his hands gently brought your body down against the large plush futon on the ground. He laid on top of you, breaking the kiss momentarily to let his eyes wander across your form before claiming them once more. Ayato’s hand brushed against your thighs, pinching the plush skin of your upper thighs.

Ayato breaks the kiss once more, grunting in brief frustration, at the lack of contact his skin was having yours. With his obi and yukata joining your attire, your eyes fell to his hardened cock before he laid on top of you once more, pressing his lips against the shell of your ear. His hand snaked itself between your thighs, cupping your slit as a soft sigh escaped your lips. 

“Ayato, please,” you begged.  He sucked a breath in and felt his cock throb at the low seductive nature of your voice. Two fingers brushed themselves along your fold, gathering up the slick drooling out of you You gasped as they sank themselves inside, inching deeper into your core. Ayato struggled pumping his fingers inside of you from how tight you were, walls clinging against him as if they didn’t want them to leave.

“You’re beautiful and already dripping this much for me. I didn't take you for the innocent type,” he hummed in your ear. Your nails harpooned in the soft silk of your sheets, feeling hot precum smearing against your leg as Ayato absentmindedly ground himself against you. 

“I see you’re feeling confident now, my lord,” you muttered in response. Ayato clicked his tongue, pressing his lips against your neck.

“I thought I told you when we got married not to call me that. I want to hear your voice, especially like this, call me by my given name,” he whispered. You choke out another moan, his fingers scissoring themselves to stretch you out further.  Ayato leaned over, stealing another kiss from you, before parting his fingers. The digits were illuminating under the dim light, caked with your arousal before Ayato briskly lapped them up.

His lips moved down from your neck, leaving a trail of burning kisses along your body.

“W-What are you doing now,” you stammered out as he reached the valley of your breasts. His hands propped up, fondling the pair with a tight squeeze as you whined. 

“Something you’ll enjoy, I promise,” he reassured, lips curling to a smirk. He flashed his eye up briefly at you, admiring your embarrassed expression eating up every move and tease he was showing to your body. A soft laugh escaped him before continuing to kiss down your body until he reached your naval.

“Did they not explain what consummating truly meant?” he hummed in amusement, lips moving towards your inner thighs. You ball your hands into fists, pounding them down against the futon.

“I know what it means! I’ve read books about it, Ayato! It’s not like I had anything else to do stuck inside of here all day!” you barked back. Your husband, who was nipping at your inner thighs, paused hesitantly before offering you a regretful smile.

“Hence why I want to give you the best experience possible. To help atone for my cruelty,” he replied. He set his sight on your entrance, watching your sweet hole puckering on nothing, and leaned in further. Opening his mouth, Ayato pressed his tongue along your slit, sliding the muscle up and down. You whined, pleasure shooting through you as his tongue nudged against your clit ever so often.

He slurped the abundant slick pouring from you, wrapping his lips against your swollen clit and sucking with passion. His name yelled from your lips, drifting your hands down on Ayato’s soft pale blue hair—pushing his head further against your crotch. Your ground your hips against his face desperate for more friction on the bundle of nerves.

“Heh…our retainers probably know what we are doing from how loud you are being,” he cooed, giving your clit kitten licks as your hips bucked for more. He quickly released your hands that were pressing against Ayato’s hair covering your mouth in embarrassment. He clicked his tongue, corners of his lips turned downwards before gliding two fingers back inside of your warmth, curling themselves inside of you as if they were determinately searching for something.

“That’s not to say to be quiet, love. Please…I want to hear your voice. Let me know how my actions are making you feel,” he breathlessly groaned. You shakily let your hands go, pitch rising as Ayato went back to toying with your clit as he pumped his fingers inside of you. Your stomach churned, thighs trembling as you crawled closer to your high.

“Ayato! Ayato, fuck!” you cursed out loudly, overwhelmed with the pleasure he graced you with throughout your body. As you shivered in pleasure, hips rising without control, Ayato pressed his hand down—trying to control your writhing form.

“Easy there. Shhh, I got you,” he cooed, helping you ease down from your climax. Your chest heaved, catching your breath—half-lidded, tired eyes peering up at his soft ones. You drifted your eyes away from his gaze as he leaned up, wiping his mouth of the slick that clung onto it. 

Your attention was now on his cock, twitching impatiently. Although it wasn’t girthy, it was long and looked heavy as it curled up. Precum budded at his flushed tip; a few moles littering along its base.

Ayato lined himself up against your slit, the sensation feeling foreign to you as he reassuringly nudged his tip against your burning clit. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, trying to internally prepare for what was to come. 

“I won’t sugarcoat it, this is going to be painful,” he murmured, offering you a kiss on your cheek. “But, just let me know when you're ready for me to start moving. Don’t worry about how long that will take. I’m a patient man.”

Ayato slowly slid his cock inside of you. You suck a sharp breath in, walls burning as you feel him slowly stretching you out overtook your senses. As he inched further, Ayato found gnawed on his bottom lip fighting the urge to immediately bottom out. Your walls were soft, tightly clenched around his length. Your nails dig into his pale. Broad shoulders as tears develop in your eyes.

As he finally bottoms out, he peppered kisses along your tear-stained face, softly moaning at your pulsating walls trying to milk him.

“You’re taking me so well. It’s hard to control myself when I have you like this,’ he confessed, drawing shapes on your hips to distract yourself from the pain. His fingers eventually move away finding themselves against your clit while it rubbed tight circles, trying to ease the torment into pleasure

Time eventually passes and you whine, offering a shaky nod. Pressing his lips on yours one more time, his hips begin to move. His pace is powerful, clearly overwhelmed by your cunt. You could hear him grunt against the shell of your ear, muttering your name repeatedly. 

Your legs wrapped around his thin waist, allowing him to plunge himself deeper. Ayato’s tip brushed against the spot he had found earlier and you yelped out in response. Your head had thrown back, sliding your nails down his back as he clenched his jaw at the sharp pain. He increases his pace, as the sound of skin slapping against one another echoed throughout the room.

With his balls slapping against your ass, his eyes focused on his cock continuously disappearing inside of you, glistening in your slick. Your stomach churned, walls fluttering down as you crept closer to your high once more.

His patience had sadly thinned too much, shutting his eyes tight and grunting loudly. His hips stifled, cum shooting deep inside of you.

“I can’t stop myself, I’m sorry,” he slurred out, pressing his face tight against the nape of your neck. He continued to rut against you, thrusting his cum deeper as one hand stroked along your thigh to try to wake him up from this spell.

As his thrust slowed and then halted, sheathed completely inside of you, he lifted his face from your sweaty nape—capturing your lips once more. The two of you moaned before he leaned away again.

 A blush had decorated Ayato’s face, lilac eyes darker and focused as if you were the only person on the planet. His head clung onto his forehead, his lips, glossy, as a string of saliva connected them with yours still. You let your hands fall to the futon before Ayato weaved his own with them and gave you a soft smile.

He was beautiful like this, vulnerable. It was different from his usual distant, calculating self. 

“What made you come tonight,” you whispered. Ayato sighed, letting your hands go and leaning his head to rest on one of your breasts.

“My sister and one of my closest retainers, Thoma. The pair held an intervention for me and put the mirror to my face on how I was treating you. He paused briefly.

“As I said, I’m truly sorry. You won’t have to worry about me leaving you alone anymore,” he whispered. You smiled.

Although it would not make up for everything he put you through, it was at least a start.

A glimmer of hope.

You brushed his hair with your hand, closing your eyes—a peace you haven’t felt in months overtaking you.

five red pillar candles. crystal candle stands. matches. dragon’s blood incense.

all your life you’ve been infatuated by monsters and creatures. specifically the hotter ones you’ve seen from movies, artworks, video games, and even read about on your free time. a threatening, predatory presence, darkness and terror looming over them like poison, and that evil, fearful appearance— such bloodcurdling traits that no human could ever arouse you with.

but the moment you learned about the concepts of sex demons, your entire world turned upside down. figuratively— and literally.

you’ve been reading stories of women and men that have encountered sex demons while asleep and how successful their evocations were. with the gratifying experiences and results provided, this heavily provoked you. everything about incubi and succubi was enormously fascinating, for you’ve never thought of such infernal creatures to exist.

a sexual creature that can serve to your lustful fantasies.

your body would ache every night for the touch of another. diving down to your covet, you would finger yourself to bed every night. a taste of pleasure was all you begged for in your mundane life of college. you wanted to be preyed on, be dominated on— sometimes fantasize about the fictional creatures you lusted for. imagining the possibilities with the knowledge you wielded drove you to a order special tome you searched up online.

the tome was designed and crafted for perdition, like it was sent from hell itself. but that’s what aroused you much more. it seemed real, it felt real to you. but it didn’t matter to you if it was legit or not— all you wanted to do was give it a shot. the worst that could happen? you had no idea. but you were too excited to stop and dwell on your regrets. way too excited.

five red pillar candles, crystal candle stands. matches, and dragon’s blood incense. with the online reviews, the evocation stories, and the thorough research you’ve done, you’ve successfully gathered the materials needed to summon the one thing that could easily solve your problems. the dark red theme of your bedroom really set in the mood as well— bold scarlet hues to rustically russet accents, so daring and refining. crosses and rosaries on the wall, shimmering jewelry, scented candles, and various posters were also adorning to the mysterious, warm vibe of your room.

it was time to say goodbye to your virginity. it was time to say goodbye to your mundane nights of masturbating alone. dressed up in your favorite corset, you kneeled in the center of the pentagram on your wooden floors to recite the words of incantation:

“i call upon Sukuna Ryomen, the King of Curses and Lust, to fulfill my sinful needs. . .”

the air in the room thickened, causing your heart to beat erratically in anticipation. it was silent for about 30 seconds. then, a minute. you slowly open your eyes, noticing nothing in your room and within the pentagram changed. nothing about your body changed, either. your hopes immediately collapsed as the silence dragged on for about three minutes.

but one thing that did not change about you, however, was that throbbing covet and desire pooling in you. that excitement prior to the incantation was the sexual energy required; the key for sex demons to thirst for when summoned.

before you know it, the pentagram started to glow. the air below dropped cooler as maroon slimy material, shaped like tentacles, reach out from the floor and loom over you. you gasped when the tentacles wrap around your legs, forcefully holding you down to spread them wider. with your heart beating erratically from the strange sensation, the tentacles continued to slide up your body and restain your arms from squirming.

you couldn’t believe what you’ve just done. there was not enough time for you to register everything; the incantation working, the pentagram glowing, and instead of a monster, you’re greeted by sly tentacles that completely trapped you. but somewhere lurking in the shadowed corners of your room, the demon you called upon sat back on your chair and smirked.

“a virgin? summoning me?”

sukuna steps out of the shadows, merely shocking you as you scrutinized his large body size and inhuman figure. four arms, four eyes, pink hair and— two cocks? a mischievous grin stretched across his face when he noticed your curiosity. he was absolutely terrifying. but the terror that you’re trapped in couldn’t help but arouse you much more; and hell, sukuna was undeniably attractive. just like all sex demons.

you couldn’t find the right words to say as he sauntered closer. before you know it, the tentacles roughly shift your body to where your back was turned against him and your head dipped low. you almost lost your balance but the tentacles supported you, suddenly realizing the position you’re currently in.

“virgins are much more fun to play with. that’s what the tentacles are for,” the demon chuckled. “you’d let me do anything to your body, right?”

his voice sent a curdling shiver down your spine. “y— yes. anything,” you mumbled, blindly obeying to his commands.

sukuna hummed, frowning at the corset and your laced panties. it only took a few seconds until you realized the tentacles completely tore it apart, sucking harshly on your nipples.

“next time, don’t dress up for me,” the demon cautioned beforehand. “i don’t like wasting time with garments that sluts like you feel the need to wear.”

you frowned from the sudden rough treatment of sukuna. but, of course, an incubus like him is meant to be insatiable and merciless. he wanted sexual energy, not passion or tenderness. with this sudden irritation, you thought of it as a way to fuck you roughly and relentlessly, being treated like nothing but a human fleshlight.

writhed in arousal from this supposedly horrifying experience, you’ve succumbed to an immense amount of pleasure that you’ve never thought you’d ever feel in this life. sukuna’s tentacle shoved into your mouth while his two cocks were brushing against your aching cunt and your ass. moaning and mewling on the tentacle, sukuna could immediately tell you were impatient. steadily, he slides his cock in your pussy, the sensation of his girth stretching you widely making you squirm.

it was too much for you to handle. you felt like you were going to shatter into pieces. but that ecstatic feeling blooming in your body kept telling you otherwise. sukuna’s cock kepy pushing in and out, his pace increasing so roughly that it matched the pace of the tentacle fucking your mouth. thighs and arms held with the rest of the tentacles— every part of you touched, groped, violated.

sukuna loved it— just as he expected from curious virgins like you. turned on by the size comparison as well that he could easily trap you with his four arms, your legs spread out and your arms held back, while his cock rammed into your ass and the tentacles thrusted into your cunt and mouth. your wails are of both the pain and pleasure, too needy and too weak to tell him to slow down or stop. even if you could, you would not want the immaculate feeling to leave your swollen cunt.

“i bet you’re loving this, you little cockslut.”

“taking my tentacles and my cocks like a fucking whore. fuck, i’m gonna breed this pretty little cunt.”

“a brat like you should know their place when it comes to creatures like me. nothing but a fuck toy.”

by now your body has been numb from the dozens of orgasms, tentacle restraints, and sukuna’s raspy voice in your ear, like a daunting echo that leaves you goosebumps. restrained on your bed, restrained upside down, restrained in his arms and on the floor. you knew this would all hurt as a virgin, but to ever experience a chance of fucking a monster with the qualities you’ve been looking for, this was nothing but pleasure. ecstasy. heaven on earth. stronger than any drug, stronger than regular sex with a human. no regrets, no pain, no second thoughts.

sukuna, to your surprise, felt the same way. he knew that this is how you wanted it. both of your holes have been stretched to full capacity. your entire body used and taken aggressively; mercilessly. all by his inhuman wrath that left you trembling you couldn’t help but beg for more.

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I was done setting the table by the time the kids were done playing together in their room. I removed my apron and tossed it over on the granite counter, my hands clapping together. “Dinner is ready!” I yelled, an instant sound of rushing footsteps grew on the staircase. I chuckled to myself as I watched my grown babies sit in their seats and wait for their father to come home.

Speaking of which…

“Daddy!” Amara pushed her chair away from the kitchen table and ran up to the door that was just unlocked by Nanami. He was holding his suitcase in hand, hair’s a mess. He looks like he had a tough day as he tiredly removed his glasses and sat them next to his car keys. “Hey, my little girl.” He smiled down at her and lifted her up against his side, placing a sweet kiss on her head. She gushed hugging his neck, her face buried in his shoulder.

“Father father!” Yuji ran up to him, jumping on his other side, Kento not finding any difficulty to hold him up. “How’s my little champion?” He kissed his head and walked to the kitchen. I felt a knot form in my stomach when he greeted me with a cold expression on his face. He gently put down our kids who each went back to sit in their chairs, their food already on their plate. He walked past me, a small ‘hi’ leaving his lips. I bit the inside of my cheeks, my hand pushing the chair back before taking a seat.

“Daddy, aren’t you going to kiss mommy?” Amara pointed out with a pouty face, her fork in her hand. Kento gave her a small chuckle and bent down to leave a dry kiss on my temple. He took the seat that was across me next to our daughter and dipped in his food. “I helped mommy cut the vegetables.” She waved her food, showing him the nicely cut carrot. He ruffled his hand in her hair and kept eating.

Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours. I was struggling to find a topic to abroad because I knew that he’d ignore me. Hell, he’s been sleeping on his side of the bed with his back turned to me. Every time I would try to cuddle up against him or touch him, he’d swat my hand away or ask me to leave him alone. The irony in all of this is that I apologized, several fucking times. I know it was my fault but shit happens and honestly, he’s just being petty.

He’s acting as if I didn’t hear him jerk off in our bedroom two days ago, trying to hold his moans and whimpers. He’s so petty that he chose to fist his cock instead of fucking me.

“Mommy, will you pick me up from school tomorrow?” Yuji asked, his mouth full. I ran my hand up to his hair and chuckled. “Of course honey, and stop eating with your mouth full.”

“Let’s hope you don’t forget about that either.” Kento scoffed, stuffing his mouth. “Oh excuse me were you talking to me?” I sarcastically stated with a fake smile. He glanced at me with half-lidded eyes then looked back down at his dish. “I asked you a question you-“

“Not in front of the kids.” he cut me off, wiping his mouth with a tissue. Yuji looked up at me with a worried expression but I immediately pinched his chubby cheek making him giggle. When dinner was finally over, each one of us placed his empty plate in the sink and Kento went to put the kids to bed tonight.

*in the kids’ bedroom*

“Come on my sweet angel, time to sleep.” he reached over to turn off the tiny lamp that was sitting on his daughter’s nightstand, but she grabbed his arm making him look at her. “Are you mad at mommy?” He frowned caressing her cheek before he glimpsed at his son’s bed to notice Yuji eavesdropping into the conversation. “No baby.” he smiled poking her nose. “But she was talking on the phone with auntie Nobara last night and started crying because you weren’t talking to her.” Amara’s eyes got teary and her lips formed into a pout.

“Misunderstandings happen. I still love your mommy very much. She’s my sunshine. You got nothing to worry about.” she smiled as Yuji clapped his hands together, Kento smiling at them before kissing them good night.

*in the bedroom*

I combed my hair in front of my vanity, the sound of the door opening making me scoff. I glimpsed at his reflection in the mirror, his hands going up to unbutton his blue dress shirt before taking it off completely and throwing it on the couch. He sighed unbuckling his belt then unzipped his pants. I applied my moisturizer to my face, gently massaging my muscles. His pants were now off, his phone in hand as he stood half-naked behind me. I pushed myself off my chair, tightening my robe around me. I was wearing my white lace underwear and tank top hoping I’d get Kento’s attention. I gently removed my robe off my body and walked past him, my shoulder bumping into him. As soon as I reached our bathroom, I could still feel him stare at my ass so I purposely knocked off my toothbrush and bent over to grab it, my ass up and my clothed cunt exposed.

I could swear I heard him groan but I brushed it off and picked it back up, placing it back upon the sink. I played with the elastic of my underwear, pulling it up, the fabric squeezing my pussy and making it more visible. As I was about to throw my leg over the mattress, his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me against him, my back colliding with the wall. I decided to give him a taste of his medicine and scrunched up my face, my hands pushing his shoulders to get him off me. “You know that I’m stronger.” he teased, his eyes still full of anger.

“Oh so now you want to talk to me? Well too bad because I don’t.” I threw him a fake smile and tilted my head. He gripped my jaw in his hand and forced me to look at him. “You have no room to be pissed. You know how much this event meant to me, how much I worked my ass off to represent it and you still fucking missed it. And for what.” he clenched his jaw. “For a stupid birthday party of that coworker of yours who can’t keep his eyes off of you. You do realize he wants to get in your pants right? But no,” he taunted with a dry chuckle. “You don’t mind him flirting with you or at least you don’t seem to set any boundaries at all.” he sternly scowled.

Damn. He was pissed.

“I said I was sorry. What else do you want me to do? Tell me. I forgot I’m sorry and it’s not like I care or even give a shit about that dude. You’re my husband and the father of my children and the only man I want to feel inside me.” his eyes were slowly turning into lusty ones. “It won’t happen again,” I softly added, my hand cupping his cheek.

He sighed and looked down, his hands resting on each side of my head. “I don’t know if I can forgive you.” I cocked my eyebrow. “You know what,” I moved my hands to push at his chest. “Let me go.”

“I can’t. You belong to me.” He cupped my cheeks and kissed my lips. I tried to hold back but failed miserably as I kissed him back my fingers running through his blond hair. “I missed you,” he kissed my neck. “I missed holding you,” he kissed my collarbone and toyed with the hem of my tank top. “I missed feeling you,” his finger traveled down my thigh to dip into my clothes cunt. An involuntary moan escaped my lips. I slapped myself internally for making it so easy on him.

“And yet, you chose to be petty and jerk off instead of fucking me.” I scoffed swatting his finger away from me. He cocked his eyebrow before wrapping his hands around my wrists and pushing me onto the bed. “And who’s fault is that?” he scowled crawling over me. I scoffed and pointed at him, my finger gently poking his chest. “Okay then., have it your way.” He removed himself from me and lied down before taking his reading glasses and his book.

Really? Is he trying to guilt-trip me?

Babe, what do you mean guilt-tripping? You’re in the wrong. I mentally rolled my eyes and smirked once the idea popped into my head. I slid my hand down his inner thigh then threw my leg over his lap, slowly moving my body backward. He didn’t seem to mind as he kept reading, casually turning the page. We’ll see how long it takes you to crack.

I palmed my hand over his clothed cock, gently giving it a few rubs and squeeze. I smiled at myself once he started to get hard under my touch, taking it as my cue to pull the fabric down and stroke him with my hand. He slightly shifted, his eyes glancing over the book and I could tell he was resisting the urge to push himself down my throat.

I kept on pumping him, trying to earn any reaction from him. I spat on his tip and licked his slit, his thighs twitching. I sucked on his pink tip as my hand gently went down to squeeze his balls. I looked at him to see him hiding behind this stupid philosophical book. I took him further down, my hand pumping what I couldn’t fit. I could feel that he wanted to come but he wouldn’t get himself to groan like he usually did, or even lace his fingers in my hair to guide me.

‘Whatever’ I thought to myself as I removed this dick from my mouth. His hand reached out to grab my hair and pull me back down to take him down my throat, gagging noises filling the room as I tried to breathe. “I didn’t say you were done.” he scowled, moving my head up and down his shaft, casually making my nose hit his abdomen. He began moving his hips upwards, fucking himself into my mouth. His cock twitched inside my mouth, my cheeks hollowing to bring him closer to his orgasm. I was able to see how he threw his head back, a hand placed on his eyes as he panted and his toned chest moving up and down. He finished in my mouth, his cum dripping from the corners of my mouth along with my saliva as I swallowed the semen that went down my throat. I wiped my mouth with my thumb and pushed in the excess. We stared at each other for a minute before I decided to speak up:

“So now you wanna give me attention? Could have just told me you wanted to get your dick sucked.” I rolled my eyes. He sat up, his hand gripping my throat. “Drop the attitude. You’re the one who started sucking me off. Did you really think that I just wanted to get my dick wet?” he gripped harder. I shook my head and he released me from his grip.

“Can you blame me? I fucking missed you. It was the only way you’d actually talk to me.” I scoffed going to removed myself from him, but he pulled me closer. “Then show me how much you missed me.” He lied back on his elbows and waiting for my next move.

I knew we would have to talk about it later, but we were both equally tensed and angry. The only way we’d actually let go of this anger is if we fuck it out. Then we discuss it.

I smirked squatting over his hips and pushed my panties aside guiding his tip to my entrance. My cunt was already throbbing from how rough he was being with me so I had no problem sinking unto his fat cock. My walls spasmed around him as I moaned, my hands gripping onto his legs for support, my legs spread open for him. His hands moved to caress my thighs before squeezing them.

I lifted my hips up before bringing them back down, doing my best to avoid harsh contact with his skin so I don’t wake the kids. “Shit…” I whined, my hips occasionally rolling as I bounced on him, his eyes never leaving mine. “Missed my cock?” he teased rising his hips up to fuck himself deeper in me. I nodded biting my lip to avoid making any loud obscene sounds. “Fuck, still tight as ever.” He reached over to grip my hips and guide me, my legs almost giving out from how good he was making me feel.

My eyes rolled to the back, his tip rubbing over my spongy spot repeatedly. He sat up and flipped up over, his body now pressed against mine. He lifted one leg up and wrapped it around his waist as he thrust himself in me, his lips capturing mine in a passionate kiss.

“Kento…” I moaned out, my nails digging in his back as he kept ramming himself in me. “So good…”

“Wanna give me another baby?” he breathed against my ear, his thrusts relentless. “Gonna breed you so well.” he groaned his hips hitting mine and at this point, I’d be surprised if we weren’t being loud. My walls tightened around him, choking him as I came around him. He muffled my moans with his mouth, my back arching off the bed making my clothed chest rub against him.

His hand went to squeeze my breast through my tank top and bit down my neck, his cock buried deep within me. His strokes turned sloppy and he groans louder. Kento emptied himself in me, his cum filling me. My arms wrapped around him as I enjoyed the feeling of having him close to me. We stayed still for a while, his limp dick still warming me as he embraced me in his arms.

Scarlet

That was the color that Nanami always associated with you, his favorite little bookshop worker. You seemed to always have at least one item on you that was scarlet, whether that be your nails, your hair, your dress. Always scarlet. He thought it looked divine on you, always bringing out the tinges of gold that swirled in those big brown eyes of yours. He looked watching how you went from concentration to concern, to anger, and everything in between.

Scarlet

The shade of red lipstick you wore.

When did you start wearing it? Probably around the same time you started wearing those tight skirts. He thought as he watched you.

Sitting in the back of the shop cafe, he sipped his coffee.

You had noticed the tall stranger who liked to stay till closing. He was never a bother, in fact he made you feel safe going to your car at night. His eyes were captivating. Chestnut or sienna, you couldn’t tell, but there was a hint of scarlet in them. Though, you knew just how to get a closer look. You noticed he’d quickly leave as soon as you got to your car, never staying long enough to get a word in.

So began the skirts.

Always a black or maroon to pair with your lipstick. You were determined to lure him in.

It worked. Now Nanami can’t help but keep his eyes on you at all times. Making sure no one touches what’s his. He’d have to clear his head at this point, being so possessive over someone he hasn’t even talked to. Seems more like something Satouru would do. He’d tell himself. Before excusing himself to go look amongst the books.

This continued for weeks, as the winds turn you wore thigh-high socks, black boots. The warm colors of the world made you seem like a precious stone in the light.

Scarlet

Nanami can’t take it anymore. His mouth goes dry as he watches you become bolder. Do you have any idea how wonderful you smell? It makes his cock hard and his hands twitch. He desperately wants to grab you, hold your plush body against his, and drink your nectar. Your neck or from between your thighs matters not to him. Its a cold October night when he finally decides to approach you.

You were at the front desk, checking off your list and closing up. You felt those familiar eyes on you and didn’t need to look up from your task. “Hello there Kento, anything I can do for you before closing?” Looking up you smile at him, his breath catches in his throat. The moonlight catches your eyes and he feels immobilized as he stares into them. “Spend the night with me” He blurts out without a thought. Your cheeks burn slightly from the innuendo, clenching your thighs together at the hungry look in his eye. Realizing the implication of his words he blushes himself. “Pardon me, what I meant to say was-”

“I would love to spend the night with you. Whatever that entails”

The way you fiddle with your nails as you reply makes Nanami smirk. Leaning against the counter he draws closer to you gripping your chin gently. “Your so quick to leave with a stranger? Shouldn’t a pretty boy like you be worried about what an old man like me?” he asked, brushing a thumb against your bottom lip. Licking his own as he watches your face. Amused at how your pupils dilate and your shoulders relax to his voice. His eyes are drawn back to your lips.

Scarlet

The silence between the two of you was thick with tension. Breaking the silence Nanami asks, “May I kiss you?”

“Please”

Cupping your cheek gently he pulls you closer to him, cold pale lips pressed against warm, scarlet painted ones. He felt his pants tighten, cock pressing against the wood desk. Bringing his other hand to your face he held you as gently as he could. You were like a precious gem, fragile and captivating.

You tugged his tie gently, attempting to bring him closer. He smelled like spices and a hint of something sharp, you needed more of it regardless. Pulling back you looked up at him, eyes lidded and hazy as you twirl your finger around his tie. “I need to get you home. Now.”

Then suddenly you’re in his apartment. It has to be.

Looking around confused before feeling his hands on your hips. Turning back to him you see it. The scarlet in his eyes. “Vampyre?”

“What did you think I was?”

“A Satyr to be honest.”

Nanami chuckled before lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. “No no my rose, but I do hope I meet any other expectation you may have.”

He laid you down on silk sheets, careful not to disturb your hair. Sitting up he pulled loose his tie, hair disheveled and pulling apart his shirt. You whimpered at the scene, pulling down your panties and before you could pull off your thigh highs he stops you. Large hands holding yours gently, kissing your wrists he slots himself between your legs. “Leave them on, I wanna see them under my hands first.”

You whimper softly, his words go straight to your core, clit throbbing and pussy dripping. You look up at him, moonlight to his back, brown eyes rimmed with scarlet devour you. You slip your hands from him, holding his face and pulling him close.

“Consume me, Kento”

His eyes widen, looking into yours for any trace of fear or hesitation, but all that’s there is determination. The scarlet of his eyes consumes him, leaning down to burry his face in your neck. Fingers slipping into your core, frantically yet skillfully finding your sweet spot. Determined to make you cream around his fingers, to see your beautiful face contort in pleasure. Your moans fill the bedroom, music to Nanami’s ears as he plays with your clit. “My beautiful boy, my precious rose, how I’ve yearned for you.”

He mumbles into your hair. Watching as your body arches and shakes against him, soft moans turn to half screams as you beg for more. More of his fingers, of his mouth, of just him. Nanami chuckles at your begging. Tugging down his pants he leans back with a smile, watching your expression when you see what you’re working with. You look between his cock and his eyes, leaning back down to spread your legs, holding under your thighs to spread your lower lips.

Before you could say anything he replaces your hands with his. Pushing your thighs higher, folding your body in half slightly. He grinds his throbbing cock between your wet folds. Groaning at the sounds your pussy makes as the speeds up. Ever so slowly he presses the head of his cock against your entrance. His fangs grow as the smell of your sex and blood begin to fill the room. He gives you only a minute to breathe, sliding inch by inch of his thick cock into your tight entrance. He tucks his head in your neck, cupping your cheek he moans as he feels you around him.

Then he hears it

“K-kento~ so big, better than I imagined”

He stops, grinding his pelvis against you, the tip of his cock nudging your deepest of areas. “You’ve thought about me flower? Naughty Boy”

You giggle, pulling his face to yours, kissing him passionately. “How could I not? You’re beautiful.”

It broke him, the soft loving look in your eye, the gentle lust in your voice. The pungent pheromones emanate from your brown skin. He couldn’t take it anymore. He wraps his arms around your waist, thrusting frantically into your soft heat. Soft growls escape his clenched jaw as he kisses the side of your face, panting in your ear as he feels you hold onto him.

“M-my flower, may I...please….you’re so beautiful”

“Y-yes Kento! You may feed from me ah-”

Before you can finish your statement he sinks his fangs into your skin, piercing your veins gently as his hips piston against you. The lewd sopping sounds of his full balls slapping against your pussy overpowered your whimpers and moans for Nanami. He couldn’t stop himself, his mind full of lust and blood.

He drunk from you, licking your neck and chest clean of blood. His fangs only sink but so deeply, wishing not to harm you. Switching between drinking and marking he ravished your body. He pulls out of you, shushing your whimpers with soft kisses to your clit. He drinks from your sex, thrusting his tongue into your entrance.

Watching your face as you cum on his face, burning it into memory.

Astonishing

Your body shivers and Nanami sits up to watch, jerking his cock and rubbing your clit in tandem.

“Good boy, indulge in this pleasure, loose yourself to is”

He thrusts his cock back into you. Holding onto you with desperation. He pushes your knees to your shoulders, grunting and groaning to the night sky.

“So tight, so wet, so fucking delicious. I don’t deserve on dine on as sweet ambrosia as this.”

Your mind is hazy, unable to respond the the onslaught of praises that flow from his lips.

Your body cums on its own, as if on command as he touches, licks, bites your brown skin.

Sweet skin

He thinks.

Finally as the morning light shines in he gets a look at your body. Strewn about the sheets, chest panting as you catch your breath. He holds your face, stroking your plush stomach gently as to help you relax. Your blood smears your skin, mixing with your makeup and cum. He can’t help the smirk he makes, pulling your lip down gently.

“I knew that color would look stunning on you.”

“What color?”

“Scarlet”

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞, the marine biology major who is kickass as sports. He is commonly in a private gym working out and training for sports events. Before his matches, he loves to have a quickie in there—claiming you’re his good luck charm. This man is relentless, having your ass up from him to smack and grab. When he’s done, he’ll leave you there fucked out of your mind with a gentle kiss. There’s something so satisfying to him, seeing you wave over at him on the field, knowing you’re full from his cum.

“Got to win this game, baby. Fuck...you’re my special good luck charm. Mine to fill up over and over again!”

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞, the local business major with a mean attitude. With him being top of his class, you practically begged him to tutor you in certain courses you had together. As a tutor Scaramouche is relentless. He likes to cockwarm you as the two of you are studying, saying he’s “training you to pay attention to other things in distracting situations”. There is usually a punishment if you get a problem wrong though—snapping his hips up, hitting the area that has you seeing stars too briefly. He’ll only reward you with an orgasm when you pass one of his practice tests or assignments with flying colors.

“Come on. If you get this next one right, I’ll consider playing with your clit. Such a whore thinking about getting off and not getting your grades up.”

𝐀𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨, the other teacher’s assistant is an interesting case. Everyone always assumes he’s an undergraduate from how young he looks, only to step towards the front and assist with teaching the fundamentals of various sciences. When he’s particularly bored with whatever mundane science report he received, his fingers find a way inside of you. It’s quite amazing how skilled he is at anatomy, eyes drifting over at you humming you’re going to be too loud in his office. Once those reports are done, it’s over. That mouth of his will have you seeing stars, lapping up all your essence.