close your eyes and indulge

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ANAXA ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

He let out an “oof” as you make contact with him. He glared up at you with his lone eye. “I knew you were up to something, but I didn’t think you would actually go through with it. Though I can’t say I don’t like a bit of unpredictably” his mouth widened up into a smile.

“Though you could do better” he manoeuvred you so that you are laying underneath him. His smile gets a more mischievous edge to it as he caught your hands in his. “Now humour me. How are you going to get out of this?”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ARGENTI ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

The knight sensed you before you made your move, yet he doesn’t move as you launch yourself onto him like a missile. Dumbfounded by his absolute trust in you, you blink a few times before you register that he was looking at you with a bright smile, bright enough to blind you by his pearly whites.

“Oh my! Now that was fun! Is this a new game, my beautiful rose? If so, how do we play?” his strong arms wrapped around your form as he gave you a squeeze. He planted a big wet kiss on your cheek with a satisfied hum.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ AVENTURINE ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

The blonde man let out a grunt as you landed on top of him, pinning him down. He just lay there for a few heartbeats, with you sprawled on top of him like a starfish. A moment later he pushes his hand on your ribs to slightly lift you off of him. “I don’t mind getting suffocating by you, sweetheart. Though I had something else in mind…” he chuckled. You raised your head from his neck and are met with his suggestive smile.

You try to push yourself of him fully, but he seemed to have changed his mind as he hand move to your back hand presses you down onto him. “Where do you think you’re going? I thought we were playing?”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ BLADE ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Blade had without a doubt known you were sneaking up on him, though he had chosen to pretend otherwise. He didn’t really react as you leaped onto him, except to give you a tired look before putting his phone away.

You lay your hand on his hard muscular chest as you pushes yourself up to give him a peck on the lips. He just blinks at you as you giggle in his face. “I don’t know why I expected a reaction from you, but you’re still really cute” you say. When he is as cute as he was then, it was easy to forget how he had killed numerous people a few days prior for bumping into your shoulder when you were out on a shopping spree with his black credit card.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ BOOTHILL ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

You let out a strangled moan as you make contact with his hard artificial body. You really should have planned this better. Boothill barked out a laugh as his hand carefully stroked your head to make sure you were not injured. After making sure you hadn’t gotten any bruises, he playfully ruffled the crown of your head, asking your hair more akin to a birds nest than anything.

His mechanical finger booped your nose as he grinned. “That was awfully cute of ya, sugar, but you ought to be more careful next time. I ain’t as soft as you are” he gave you a wink.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ CAELUS ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Caelus let out a high pitched scream as you landed on top of him. “AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!” He blinks at you for a few seconds before he lunged at you. “Mega knight!”

He lands on top of you with such force your breath is nearly knocked out of you. You wriggle underneath him as he wraps his arms around you like an annoying koala, refusing to let go. “I’m glad you did that, pookie wookie. Because now I get to do this!” he smirked at you before he started tickling your sides, making you scream with laughter.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ DAN HENG ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

He let out a sigh before he hesitantly patted your back. Dan Heng’s eyebrows were furrowing confusion. He sighed and rubbed between his eyebrows. Though he seemed rather unimpressed, you could tell that he wasn’t irritated. He gave you a look that said “really?”.

“Is this a new trend? Did Caelus or March tell you this was a good idea?” he paused as he tilted his head with a small smile playing on his thin lips. “Or did you do this of your own accord” he gently pinched your cheek with a new mirth in his beautiful ice blue eyes, an action he would never have done in the start of your relationship. He could pretend to be nonchalant all he wanted, but he could never fool you. You knew he secretly loved it when you fooled around with him.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ DR.RATIO ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Veritas groaned as you landed on top of him, but he made no attempt to push you off of him. Instead he held you flushed against him. His dark orange eyes scanned your features for something. He then closed his eyes and let out a long exhale. “Don’t you have anything more productive to do than bother me?” His voice was its usual stern self, yet his expression was rather relaxed. He didn’t really seem bothered at all.

“Well now that you’re here, how about we go through the equations I explained to you yesterday?” at the mention of math, your smile dropped and your brows furrowed into a scowl. Veritas only laughed at your reaction as he shook his head. “No on another thought, I think you have had enough math for the week, don’t you agree?” he gently stroked your cheek.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GALLAGHER ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Gallagher let out a hearty laugh as he caught you in his arms. You were a bit disappointed that he had sensed you coming, but that soon disappeared as he started to smoother your face in kisses. His big secure arms wrapped around you as he swayed you side to side.

“Aww aren’t ya just adorable? I could eat your right up” he gave you another obnoxiously loud kiss on your temple “But I won’t hehe.” “I’m kinda glad you decided to jump on me like a bunny, I was getting bored scrolling through my phone” Gallagher poked your cheek. As ever the playful man he continued to pepper your face with kisses as his hands found themselves on your sides as he started to tickling you. You could have of course notlet him win, so you return the favour by tickling him. Despite not looking the part, Gallagher was rather ticklish and started to wriggle like a worm to escape your assaults.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ GEPARD ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

The Silvermane Captain had a look of surprise as you tackled him to the bed. His soft hair tickled your cheek as you locked your limbs around him. It didn’t take too long for his initial stiffness to fade away and for him to melt in your touch. He had always told you that he was your protector and that it was his responsibility to make sure you were alright. So it was rather funny how he had frozen in place as you jumped him.

He sighed “You really scared me there” Gepard shook his head. “Is this a game or something? Or perhaps a prank? Did my sister set you up?”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ JIAOQIU ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Other than the strangled groan Jiaoqiu let out as your body made contact with his, he didn’t have much of a surprised reaction. You were more than certain the sly fox had long sensed you coming. Nothing seemed to escape neither his hearing nor nose.

Lithe hands found your waists as his nose buried into the junction between your neck and shoulder. He inhaled deeply before he let out a soft groan followed by a gentle laughter. “You don’t have to jump on me to get my attention, you know. I’m more than happy to entertain you” he purred into your ear teasingly. “But if it’s entertained you want to be, I will happily do so” his hands moved further down, dangerously down as he gave you an innocent smile. Damn fox.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ JING YUAN ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

You must have miscalculated your jump, because you landed straight into Jing Yuan’s chest. As you were about to push yourself up for air, strong warm hands snaked around your waist to keep you still against him. His laughter reverb through his chest.

“Now what do we have here? If I knew you were this eager to see me, I would’ve come to you sooner” his deep voice was like honey, you could never get enough of the sound of it. “I am well aware that my cuddles are irresistible, but it seems like I misjudged just how irresistible they are” you could tell he was grinning from the tone of his voice. Jing Yuan gave the top of your head a big kiss as he hugged you tightly.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ LUOCHA ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Luocha didn’t as much blink as you threw yourself onto him. It wasn’t difficult to figure out that he had indeed been expecting you to jump on him. His angelic features wore an amused expression as he tilted his head slightly. His light green eyes took in your face before he moved his hand to push a hair strand behind your ear. His fingers lingered on your skin before he retracted his hand.

“Hello to you too” he chuckled. “I could see you sneaking up on me, but I decided to let you have fun so I pretend to be oblivious. It seems like my little act payed off” he booped your nose. “Though the ‘mega knight’ thing seems to be new. Is it a trend on social media? It’s rather amusing. I wasn’t aware you could jump as high as you did.” His lips curled up into a charming smile as his arms moved to cage you in, making you unable to get off him. “Leaving so soon? That’s no fun, my love” he leaned in and gave your lips a gentle kiss.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ MOZE ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Moze only looked at you with a raised expression. “You know I knew you were going to jump on me, right? Don’t look at me so puzzled, what kind of assassins would I be if I didn’t notice?” he sighed. “I didn’t want to move, it’s as simple as that” he adverted his gaze at your suspicion. Hah, what a liar! He didn’t move because he never minded your antics. Even if he refused to say so aloud.

“Next time you should try to be a bit more quiet. I could hear you moving. Holding your breath doesn’t mean you will be completely quiet. I can learn you a few tricks if you want to” he pretended to be nonchalant, but the way he had held you flush against him, told a whole other story.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ MR. RECA ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Reca welcomed you with coiling his arms around you like a snake. His touches were intense, but so was everything about the man. His red eyes stared up at you with a certain glint in them. Reca had always been extremely supportive of everything you did (it was almost as if you had your own little cheerleader wherever you went). So you couldn’t say you were surprised as he began to praise you.

“Ah marvellous! Now this is some talent if I’ve ever seen it!” he began to ramble. You had to force yourself to not role your eyes at his unnecessary praise. “Oh no don’t look so shy! This could have been an excellent horror sequence! It would have the audience grasping at their seat in terror!” he gave your forehead a big kiss as he continued to go on and on about how ‘talented’ you were.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ MYDEI ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

You collided with Mydei’s bare chest with a small “oof”. Why did he never wear shirts? He continued to scroll on his phone as he gave you side eye. Disappointed with his disinterest you loudly sighed. He scoffed in return, but not in irritation, but more in amusement.

“Are you really that clingy?” he snorted as he put his phone on the nightstand. His question made you furrow your brows. As if he hadn’t been clingy the entire night before. Upon seeing the change in your expression, Mydei laughed. “Don’t look at me like that. It was you who jumped me. Though I can’t say I’m complaining or anything.” “If you want to play fight, I’ll happily oblige” his grin grew sharper “Or if it’s something more you might want, I’ll happy fulfil that wish too.”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ PHAINON ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

You caught Phainon by surprise if his expression was as anything to go by. His eyes were wide and full of surprise. He regained his composure after a few seconds and his handsome face went from shocked to mischievous within a heart beat. Without warning he lunged forwards and pinned you underneath him. You could practically see his imaginary tail wag behind as he gave you a big smooch on the lips. It was wet and playful and completely caught you off guard.

He gave you no warning as he quickly wrapped you into a burrito using his soft duvet. He grinned down at you as he admired his handiwork. “Now who’s the surprised one?” his smile widened. “You did manage to catch em off guard, but you still aren’t fast enough to dodge me!” you couldn’t even be mad at him when he looked like what he did: an overgrown puppy. You sighed as you realised yet another battle was lost. Phainon bent down to pepper your face with kisses as he giggled. What an idiot.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SAMPO ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Sampo giggled like a mad man as you landed on top of him. He seemed to enjoy it way more than you as he gave your nose a gentle bite out of what seemed like cuteness aggression, before he moved to your neck. He switched between nuzzling his nose to your neck to giving it soft kisses.

“I’m gonna eat you up! How can you do this to poor ol’ Sampo?! You know I can’t handle it when you’re this cute! It’s simply not possible” he dramatically whined as he continued to assault your neck in a cuteness aggression frenzy. “Next time I’m gonna catch you! Or perhaps I should do ‘mega knight’ on you? Hmm who knows.”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SUNDAY ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

The winged man’s eyes widened like saucers as you leaped onto him with great enough force for him to get pushed back into the padded headboard of his bed. He let out a little strangled noise, clearly caught off guard. His usual composed self was nowhere to be seen, but you quite liked this version of him. It was cute.

“What the—” he blinked as he looked at you with a confused expression. At the sight of your giggling face, he only shook his head before he laughed. “You really took me by surprise there. Though next time I would prefer it if you gave me a heads up.” Sunday softly chuckled as you gave his lips a kiss. His slightly cold fingers stroked your cheeks. “What is ‘mega knight’?”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ WELT ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Welt’s glasses were almost knocked off his head and his phone slipped out of his hand. You had disturbed him in his daily manga reading time, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact his face lit up even though you had bounced onto him as if he was a human trampoline.

He gently hugged you. “I can’t say I was expecting that” he laughed. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips as he gazed at you with love brimming over in his eyes. “You really make me feel young again.” His eyes crinkled as his smile widened. You really adored his excited expression. His boyish grin was simply adorable. “Do you want to watch that new anime together?”

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When you remain silent except for your sobs, he crouches down to stare at you on eye-level, boring holes into your fearful expression. Unlike his deadly gaze, his words are soft and flow out quickly like a river- albeit with a sigh of exasperation. “Sweetheart, I’m not going to stop this just because you beg.” His hand pushes yours against the floor to knock you down, figure towering over you as he leans in to whisper- “—although, they’re very pleasant to listen to.”

“Honestly, I don’t get why you are struggling right now. It’s so easier to accept your eventual fate. Unless, you do like to seek pain.”

His other hand goes over your stomach, then slides tantalizingly slow up your body- you shiver and tremble at each touch that is too foreign to you. Cold fingers cage your neck and you choke on your breath.

“I’m not planning on hurting you, angel.” His voice is still gentle, but his eyes are telling another story, they seem keen to hurt you again and again. “But I did say I’ll resort to other… methods. Since none of them seem to work, I suppose the only solution would be caging you with a baby.” When your eyes widen, he laughs dryly. “The look on your face tells me that you didn’t expect it. But you will be my loving wife, dear. You will not be able to run or reject me, not when your own child is at stake. It makes only more sense to… make you bear children. My children.”

As he watches you struggle under him, trying to breathe, he feels like he has entered ascension. Soon, one of your pretty fingers will have his ring, and very very soon, he will have his first child- the very thought of him makes him lose his mind. He so wishes to make you his, claim you inside, watch your pretty pussy gush out his cum while he’s pressing deep into your womb- but he also wishes to see a mini version of him, or you. He finds it too adorable to withstand. He will vow that his children will grow up pure and innocent.

“We will be the happiest family in the world,” he purrs. “And I’ll make sure of it.”

#BྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིOOTHILL ⇢ will try to prove himself

。maybe a little similar to aven. but while the latter will materialistically give you things and spoil you around to convince you, boothill will more likely show himself off instead. 。“i can fudgin’ shoot an ipc lackey in the head from miles away, sugar- ya can’t see that ‘n any other guy.” 。he’ll try to show you his capability to protect you- which will likely end up in multiple people dying but as a galaxy ranger, he has morals, so he will probably use the ipc as his shooting dummies 。overall he’s sweet even if you reject his proposal- he will likely be furious, just not at you. 。oh lord but during the day you rejected him, be prepared for multiple news flashes of dead people across the street. the amount of emotion will be too much for his consciousness to restrain 。when you confront him, he’d apologize, albeit a little too nonchalant. 。“‘m sorry sweetie, got a lil outta hand last night.” 。per your wish, he won’t kill anyone who’s unrelated and innocent- but he’d still go on a killing spree in the ipc headquarters to the point you are blacklisted on their list because he would shout your name and rant why you didn’t accept him while he shoots his gun all around the place.

“BOOTHILL, what the hell are you doing?” You frown when he returns- even after rejecting his proposal, he drifts around you like a lost stray dog. And he is always covered in blood, looking furious- but when you talk, his expression simply melts away like butter to a grin that shows his sharp teeth.

“What do ya mean what I’m doin’? Makin’ sure nobody hurts you.” He snickers. He smells like metal, like he always does, but this time it’s overpowering, which lets you know what he’s been doing.

“I don’t need protection, Boothill. You can just leave me alone.”

You’re beyond annoyed at his clinginess. No matter how many times you reject him, he’d always come back, showing something new off to you, and half the time it wasn’t anything pleasant, but rather his list of crimes.

“Aww, don’t be so uptight, sugar.” He chuckles and flashes a grin and his other metal hand spontaneously pulls you into his embrace— you jump. When did his hand get there? “All I wanna do is to make sure my future wife is safe and sound. Nothin’ wrong with that, hm?”

“I told you, I’m not going to accept-“

“Ah ah! Wait and see, you will be, I promise. But don’t drag the chase a lil too long. Even I get impatient.” Something cold pressed against your forehead and you realize it’s his gun. When your expression turns aghast with fear, he barks an amused laugh.

“You scared of this? Nah, I’d never hurt ya. Won’t wanna turn your body into metal like mine.” Although he says this with a dark smirk, he doesn’t remove the gun. “The sooner you agree to it, the merciful I become. Ya don’t wanna see innocent guys die because of your stupidity, hm?”

Aventurine

“You like that, don’t you?” He asks, grip on your throat. Its not enough to hurt you, but enough for you to know his hand is there. “You like my cock stretchin’ you out, huh?” You're unable answer him, the only thing you manage are whines and moans slipping through his fingers through your throat. He'd be mean to not let you moan out like a bitch in heat after all. Aventurine smirks knowingly, continuing his assault on your insides.

“Can't believe no one ever went inside you, youre far too good. Shit-you love it too, don't you?” You whine out, hiccuping out a moan as his other hand travels down your tummy, the soft touch sending waves to your core. His fingers eventually find your clit, rubbinh the swollen skin over and over again. Your eyes glaze over and roll back, it's too much, too much!

Your vision goes white as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly, stealing the breath from your lungs as your legs shake and back arches. “Mine, ok? Youre mine, my girl. You don't mind do you? Surely you don't...look at you, sweet girl.”

Blade

“feels s’fucking good—“ you mindlessly babbles out. His large palms are stretched out on both sides of you hips, nails digging into your skin. “Such a greedy little pussy,” he groans out with another roll of his hips. “keeps suckin’ me back in…you're a little greedy slut, hm?" he teases.

You can feel his hot breath fanning your ear while his dark hair tickles your neck. The sloppy sounds that fill the room seem to only grow louder with each thrust, as your arousal practically drips down his balls. Headboard constantly hitting the wall. You wouldn't be surprised if something would break this night, and it doesn't need to be the bed.

“if you keep moaning like a bitch in heat, i won't fucking stop,” he hissed out, as he presses down on your stomach which makes you whimper in response. "Naw, look at that," he points at the bulge in your stomach, "that's me all the way inside your greedy cunt."

Boothill

"you still good, darlin?" he asked, amused, his hands moving up to grab one of your tits, giving it a squeeze with his cold hands. He hummed at your subtle nod, his fingers pinching your nipple from below with just the right amount of pressure to bring you to the edge but not send you over. He knows he could do this for hours, his stamina is much longer than yours after all, but he doesn't want to push you just yet.

"shit.." he cursed, though not out of frustration, “your pussy is driving me crazy." he whispered against your folds, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers through your entire body, it almost felt as if you were being electrocuted or something. “its so fucking pretty for no fucking reason...”

Caelus

“shiiit-just like that...” he mumbles out as he lazily guides your movements, helping you bounce yourself up and down on his cock. Hands softly gripping your hips as he guides you. He smirks when he heard your whine as a reaction to his groans, golden halflidded eyes stare up at you. He thinks you’re adorable when you’re like this, so desperate for him yet so adamant on not asking for his help. You had no idea what you were doing, well, neither does he. But you insisted on riding him.

“doing so well,” he says with a slight whine as he thrusts his hips up in time with your movements. It doesn’t take much effort for him to flip you over and have you at his mercy. Your legs are now lifted over his shoulders while his dick is fucking you even deeper, "sorry,-shit-sorry I couldn't-hold myself back much longer-!"

Dan Heng

“just as i expected, it slipped right in...” your arm immediately slung over your face to hide your embarrassment. Something about the way he talks to you has you throbbing.

“fuck, so deep inside you already.” he breathes, as he eases his way into you. He's so painfully splitting you open. You whine and whimper, it feels too good to be true. “that’s it, there’s my girl.” his raspy laugh fills the silence. “youre doing so good for me, just a bit longer, ok?”

He speeds up his thrusts, "eyes on me," he says, "you can do it, eyes on me." And when he hits just the right spot, your eyes roll back and flutter closed.

"Good girl."

Dr. Ratio

“it hurts, doesn't it?” he whispers, no mock, no tease, unusual for him. He knows it hurts, he's just deep enough inside you, balls deep.

“yes, it hurts…” you whine, eyes watering as you adjust. He’s letting you distract yourself a bit, letting you soak up the pain with pleasure. “… so bad.” you keep whining.

"I know, it will get better." he presses his hips flat against you, just to slowly drag his cock out of you again, leaving just his tip inside. “Doing good for a first timer. Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know.”

You nod desperately, biting your lip between your teeth.

“I'll be slow, we got time.” he mumbles, a sick grin painting across his face. He'd be lying if he would say he doesn't enjoy the power play that's going on at the moment. "I'M gonna teach you everything you need to know."

Gallagher

Your mouth falls open when he grinds his hard cock against your ass. Youre breathing hard, chest heaving. But you can't help but lean back against his chest. He slips a hand back into your underwear, rubbing slow circles against your clit. His breath is hot against your ear as he chuckles at your reaction. His middle finger slips between your folds and gathers some of your arousal to use it at your clit again. Once he had your hips jerking and whines leaving your lips, he slips two of his thick fingers inside. He moves slowly, fingers working inside of you like a caress.

“I- ‘m gonna-” you muster, weakly clawing at his arms.

He slips his hand out of your pussy again, letting his tongue run over his fingers, lapping at your juices. He hums, as the taste hits his tounge, “Shit, girl. Got me addicted already.”

Gepard

“That’s it.. Just like that..” He takes hold of the hand, kissing your knuckles, whispering soft praises into your skin to help you work up courage to keep riding him. He knows it's embarrassing for you, he knows you doubt yourself. But he also knows that you can do it.

“Doing so good for me, ok? So good, keep going..”

It takes his everything to hold back his hips and not fuck up into you, it's all too inviting.  He holds you, wrapping both arms around your torso and pull you close to his chest. One hand slips down to your hips, guiding you on his cock. "Like that, yeah."

Hot breaths reach your ear as he hums in approvment. "Good...shit--good."

Jing Yuan

“ass up. There you go, atta girl.” and you almost shiver from his touch on you'd hips as he turns you over. Jing Yuan stares at your ass, bringing a rough palm towards your left cheek. “Mm, nice. You're doing good. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you...for now.”

As he speaks, your cheek presses further against the pillow, hiding in embarrassment. Jing Yuan watches as your ass writhes and he hums, springing out his thick cock. “I'm going in, ok? No need to be scared”

“ok...” you breathe, big talk for someone who probably has way to much experience for his own good.

"I'll go easy on you, I promised you that birdie." He whispers in your ear as he leans over, slowly pushing in.

Jiaoqiu

He dives in, his tongue delving deep into your soaked folds. He laps at you hungrily, savoring your taste as he eats you out with wild abandon. His tongue swirls around your clit before sucking it between his lips, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly. “you're so hot...,” he hums against your core, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. “thank you for the meal...”

Your finger desperately looking for support and found his hair, scratching his scalp with your long nails in the process. You can't help but let one hand wander to one of his ears, tugging on it. Immediately a whine leaves his lips as he laps on you more desperately than before.

He doubles his efforts, lapping at your clit with broad strokes of his tongue before sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and suckling greedily.

"Do that again and watch me eat you up."

Luka

Luka leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he pounds into you relentlessly. His hands grip your hips hard you feel like you might see some bruises tomorrow as a souvenir.

"Damn, you take my cock better than expected, baby," he rasps against your mouth, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Way to fucking well, you sure you're a virgin?" he breaks the kiss to gaze down at you. “look at me,” he commands, "that pussy is mine now. Mine."

As you meet his eyes, he reaches between your bodies to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck-didnt know you could get any tighter."

Luocha

The next thing you felt was his cock entering you all at once, barely giving you time to get used to his huge size and thickness. Hes not a mean man by any means, but he figured that maybe him going in faster with the ammount of slick you already got, might be less painful. Wronh judgment in a hazy moment. And fuck if he didn't love feeling the way your cunt stretched to accommodate him, how your walls are so tight around his length.

When he did it, it was over for you, and you thanked him with the most beautiful sounds he ever heard. You squeezed him and croed out, making a mess of yourself as you grab onto his shoulders for support. It all was too much for you, too much happening all at once. But you'd be a lair to say you didn't enjoy it.

He would slowly start to run against you, holding your hips in place as he drags his cock in and out of your hole. His slow speed was annoying, painful, but so good.

But the best feeling was yet to come.

“Just you wait once I'm done with you. We'll have plenty of time left to get to know each other much better."

Sampo

Without warning, he pulled out – only halfway – and plunged back inside you with an almighty push. It .ade your eyes roll back into your skull, your mind went blank for a second. His teasing laugh pulling you back into reality, "Oops-went to hard there~" As a apology he went softer on you, slowly dragging his cock in and out of your hole.

“Doing so well for me,” he groaned, as he lightly speed up again, holding your hips in a tight grip.

"Damn-" he groans as you grap onto his shoulders and dig your nails in. "Careful there baby, you don't wanna hurt poor Sampo, hm?" He laughs again as he kisses down your neck and leaves yet another bite behind.

"We could do this more often, I know I wouldn't mind."

Sunday

The all so collected man practically loses it when you wrap your legs around his back. You unknowingly push him against you, silently asking for more. "Needy, needy." he teases as breaths in your ear, giving it a soft kiss afterwards.

“Dont you worry, I'm not done with you yet.”

Although his words came out more scary than they should, his action of hiding into your shoulder makes it all seem more pathetic than dominant. His wings flutter as your parted lips let a whine escape.

He groans, burying his cock deep just as it starts to gush, painting your walls white. Your nails dig hard into his scalp.

“That came...rather unexpected.”

Welt

“it won’t fit!” you sob out loud. No way this all will fit inside you, you never took anything, or anything that size. He's bigger than you, this wont fit without tears. But you're determined today, telling him you wanted to fit everything in you.

He trails his fingers up and down your side before one hand snakes down to thumb at your clit while the other large hand clasps your hip. "i'll make it fit, and I'll be careful." he promises, soft as he pleasures you. You expected nothing less of him, he always treated you with more care than any others. He softly rubs your clit as he enters, a way of distracting you from the pain that you will encounter.

You aren’t helping Mydei either when you look at him with the unusual innuendo for your person, all while ironically keeping your distance. You clearly seek something from him; yet, as long as you don’t ask, he cannot bring himself to initiate anything. It frustrates him that you’re using accismus with him; expressing your desire but not acting on it. Instead, you’re impersonating someone who needs to be away from him.

He’s sitting on the klinē, resting after a hefty meal he consumed. You were supposed to leave the room as soon as you’re done eating with him, but for some reason, you remain here; contrary to your typical avoidance of him, who had grabbed you to live with him against your will, convinced you are a feeble thing in the eyes of the Amphoreus’s dangers. The room is adorned with light-colored walls; however, today it doesn’t feel warm, only irritating.

Mydei eventually has enough. “Care to explain as to why you’re staring at me like that?” his booming voice startles you as it shakes from your horny stupor. His amber eyes penetrate you as he finally allows himself to look at you. “I was pretty sure you’d be out of there already, so you clearly have some business with me.”

“Are you… alright?” the question that leaves your mouth is tinged with awkwardness, and not what you wanted to say either; you don’t want to sound caring. It’s a mere curiosity coming from you.

He scoffs, bemused by the question. “Do you actually care or do you only care for some trashy gossip to pass your time with?”

Now it’s your turn to be offended, not appreciating the needless harshness. “You complain when I don’t talk to you. You complain when I do. Pardon me for even trying,” you seethe with sarcasm. Of course, it isn’t that you want to try to get closer to him. You just want an opportunity to have something to ruin his image with, and it being rightful for you to tackle him with to affirm yourself about how bad he is — you’d also grasp onto any sprout of control, so he can’t win over you fully.

Mydei crosses his arms — good looking ones — and frowns. “Is that the case? You are trying to be cordial with me? What a joke. Things aren’t so black and white either. You can talk to me, but it is your intentions that ascertain whether it’s worth my trouble.”

“Everything is a trouble for you, apparently,” you mock. “Especially the idea of me focusing on anyone else other than you.”

Your heart leaps when you see his expression turn almost murderous when he’s a man capable of tearing apart, and you gulp when he stands up. He doesn’t approach you, yet. “Dare to repeat that?”

You feel like retracting your accusation, but once it was said and you persistently continue to doubt you will ever get over the situation he’s put you through, you continue. “You heard me. You’re selfish. You only care about having me.”

Oh, you know you are making him angry, as he’d like to argue he also cares for your protection. You provoke him further when you come closer, needing to say something nasty straight to his face, even if he’s already stressed out enough. “You are the problem, Mydeimos.”

When the rage sneaks into his face as a consequence of your words, you expect some violence, where even he who’s been trying to control himself around you would hurt you, him being provoked at you attacking the most neuralgic spots. But then he laughs. He actually dares to laugh in your face, shunning you as if all you do is have childish fits of anger; not be reasonable. “Any plausible explanation?”

You know where he’s heading with this question. You’ll bring up his sins, rightfully so, but all he’ll do is portray himself as innocent by talking about how much he’s doing for you — regardless of whether his “help” is unwarranted and comes at the expense of the significant sacrifice taken from you. 

Instead of catching the bait, you unleash your anger on him. As you storm your way toward him and lean forward, you grab the back of his head and yank him towards you to kiss him hard. Mydei gasps into your mouth with surprise, not able to rationalize why someone who hates him would also willingly touch him —yet the hatred is the essence of your actions.

He ponders the idea of pushing you away, genuinely startled by your choice, as it still doesn’t make sense and he’s worried you are playing with him; if not for his own lust that wins over the idea of being circumspect, before it takes over you too, as he grabs you in return and drags you both back on the klinē. 

You land on his lap, which he makes you straddle, and you eagerly wrap your legs around his hips. It gets messy from here: teeth clashing and clinking against each other, you pulling on his hair until he bites your lips hard in retaliation. It’s your hair next that gets gathered and pulled back, as his lips make their way down your neck and end on your collarbones, where he sucks hard. You writhe and writhe on his legs, causing yourself to accidentally grind against his already hard outline. Mydei growls against your skin and slaps your ass to punish you for your squirms, ones shaming him for he cannot keep quiet, the big palm having a wider impact. You whimper, then you suck in air through your teeth when he grinds too, on purpose. You can feel him growing even tighter in his pants, thankfully bereft of his armor that would surely wound you.

Pleasure kindles all over your chest and on your clothed pussy tormented with friction, and when he bites on your neck, you whimper. All these mouth motions, you know you’ll be marked as an embarrassing reminder for you — for a while. “M-Mydei—”

He chuckles, amused and charmed by your shift in demeanor. “Not so cocky and defiant anymore, huh? Maybe you’ve been deceitful, secretly craving me the entire time…”

You both, or at least you do, realize it’s more of a wistful feeling than the truth — your relationship with him is entirely complicated and you usually feel more disconcerted by him than you desire him. “I don’t like when you talk. You’re usually so quiet, but the moment you speak up, that mouth utters the most abhorrent, abominable, blasphemous things I could hear,” you hiss.

“You’ve been putting a lot of thought into me, then,” comes out the response of cocky connotation, though it doesn’t sound cocky when he’s almost fuming. 

“Yes, and my conclusion is that I certainly don’t hold you in high regard. I don’t give a shit if others do,” your cynicism is palpable, and that’s enough to provoke the lion. 

Mydei slaps your backside again, growling “enough” amidst the sharp clap, before he hikes up your clothes and pulls down other articles. With his muscular arms behind your body, his fingers slip between your slit, and you flinch, overwhelmed by a sudden pressure and touch here. You feel embarrassed as you know he can feel your pool of slickness here.

“Yeah, you must be getting off of hating me,” he comments on it dryly, while his eyes speak of pure smugness — he has some effect over you, and that makes him feel like a victor already. 

You fall down on his broad chest completely when his finger thrusts inside; it’s just one finger, yet it’s a digit thick enough to rub your walls pleasantly. The pleasure that quickly gathers when he begins to move is betraying to your promised repugnance, and you know he revels in it; but, for now, it no longer matters to you. All you want is that damn relief. And you can tell he’s becoming easier on you too — he cannot really complain when he can finally have you, his mind forbidding the chance it might end up being both the first and last time.

“So good for me. What I would sacrifice to see you like this everyday…” he marvels at your new subservience, and when you moan so nicely for him, he feeds your hole with another finger.

However, the words inspire another wave of anger in you. Being good for him would imply you are obedient to him, when that obedience mustn't be reserved for a vile man like him. “Just… take me already, Mydei. I think we both waited enough,” you force out through your shaken up state, words spoken against his bare chest, while you try to still your hips to avoid wiggling them in hopes for more — you need to save your pride, especially when your cunt is squelching for him.

Mydei looks unsure for a second, thinking a brief make out might not be enough for your body to be ready to take him. But when he looks into your eyes of you so determined and indigent, he allows himself to be selfish. “Permitted at your responsibility,” he says with acquiescence; yet a moment later, he’s already onto you.

He maneuvers you to be on your belly over the furniture, which is short enough to have your legs dangling from the side as you rest your knees on the floor, and he tears your clothes — literally. As you’re about to send him another rage, mourning your clothes, he silences you with another spank to your already aching cheek, as your mouth opens with a yelp.. “Don’t lecture me. You want me this instant, so you’ve got it.”

You forget your displeasure when you hear him yank his pants off and next feel the tip of his already leaking cock. It is also just now when you realize how rational his opposition was — he’s huge. You don’t need to see it as you can feel it, and you’re about to concede, when—

Your eyes roll back as he finally fills you up — the relief of finally being full and scratched with pleasurable friction is godly, that the burning stretch doesn’t even register as a pain for you. All is enough to let your mind sink into the pleasant feeling, your body becoming slack, until a small pool of saliva begins to form with it drooling out of your pliant mouth.

“That good, eh?” Mydei observes you all enthralled, finding you beautiful in your state — so compliant, so dependent, so his. He’s just halfway through impaling you and his hands land on your hips to be his handles tightly, bruising with the inhumane strength of his big, warrior body, as he feels suffocated by the warm squeeze around him. It’s something he’s been dreaming of for months; however it is just now that he can realize the true extent of its greatness. As he fills you up to the hilt, knocking the end of your pussy with his tip, you hold your breath in— it is too intense, to be stretched and taken beyond imaginable limits. Mydei grunts loudly and he stops moving for a moment — not to deny you, not to let you adjust, only to spoil himself by savoring this feeling and burning it with a branding on his mind.

You ruin it for him when you hump back at him, as your pussy pulses; it’s clear you cannot wait to be fucked. “Damn you. Can’t let me have a moment…” he curses; still, he’s satisfied at your compliance and willingness. You want him too; even if it’s purely physical, because he believes he’s capable of getting you attached this way somehow.

The first real thrust, and you grab the other edge of the klinē with a silent scream ghosting your lips. As for him, he falls on top of you, crushing you with his heavy muscle weight, marking the moment he begins to send you to a heaven other than the one created by gods.

You claw at the material, but he offers you no mercy. “Do you realize that once you give yourself to me, there’s no turning back?” he inquires through the thrusts that quickly become so rapid the furniture shakes its legs under you and your skin burns from the slaps of his skin — his speed is insane. You cannot fathom the real implications of his words, so you only nod into the cushion, dazed and erasing anything other than his thick dick from your mind.

“Good. Because we’re not stopping anytime soon. Not until I changed your perception of our relationship.”

ANAXA

Anaxa has always been an observant person, seeking what is missed by most to turn it to his advantage; however, he places a special emphasis on ensuring he dissects his stolen lover for reasons more trivial than curiosity and less discerning than feeding himself with anything about their sheer existence. That’s how he has found out your particular appetite lately — his lover becoming more prone to being irritable whilst trying to sneak a glance at him, and becoming breathy in a way other than anxiety when he’s near is pretty foretelling.

You are sexually frustrated is the conclusion; so was he, the entire time you’ve been rejecting him for months. It was a humble reminder that even in your predicament he puts you through daily, you are still a human in your core, whose sexual desires follow them even in their confinement— especially driven by emotions causing you to feel pent up. His own lust has overtook his stability and rationality a while ago too, but he’s been holding onto restraint with more resilience than your own.

Of course, he could have been a savage and forced himself on you in the past — perhaps, it wouldn’t be much out of character for him with how much he could stain himself in order to achieve something when the mind gnaws to gain something desperately. However, he knows he wouldn’t find the force interesting, nor is he that brutal — if that’s even an acceptable line of defense. He’s been biding his time, waiting for you to be the one to approach him instead — only then he can accept you and your body for him to take, as if it is a ritual of you giving yourself to him.

So when you finally corner him in his own messy study in the gloomy and quiet house you two live in, he feels his chest thriving with satisfaction… and hunger. Which doesn’t mean you’ll have anything you want easily; a punishment is due, so is repentance.

“Need something?” Anaxa inquires curtly, turning in his chair to look at you standing in the doorway. You are the impression of deviant already: chest moving irregularly, eyes watching him like a meat, an almost petulant expression on your face to give an illusion of your visceral disgust towards him and still not submitting yourself. You refuse to look at his desk contents too, as if worried you’d find another unsettling thing about him.

He can tell you are not confident enough in your own desires - they only win against what’s your credence - as it takes you time to gather your answer. You also must have taken your sweet time to gather courage to come to him with such an intimate business.,“Yes,” you begin, your voice shaken with rattled exhales, “I—” as your words freeze in your mouth, Anaxa does nothing to guide you through what you wish to say. It can be only you admitting your desires; otherwise, he can’t think of you as his.

“Speak your mind freely. It is only deferential of me to listen to your thoughts,” Anaxa says lazily, and rolls his head to rest against the desk with an elbow propped on it. The small, impish smirk allows you to suspect he already knows what’s your nuisance— he always knows everything about you, leaving you naked even when you’re clothed.

Which is why you decide to take advantage of his supposed knowledge, no matter how humiliating it is to have your secret bared to him; a foolish notion, thinking if you now express your desires physically, he, for sure desperate for you in return, will reciprocate. You make a beeline for him; and as you grab on his shoulders to be suddenly kissing him, to your laughable surprise, he stops you by pressing his palm against your stomach.

“What? Don’t you want me?” you voice out your perplexity with a twist to your tone signaling you could cry from being denied; sounding so sweetly confused to him too. Good, perhaps you will learn to not take him for granted.

“If you’re referring to my attraction towards you, then yes, I do desire you. However, I have not agreed to you pawing at me,” the hand moves to grab yours.

Your bemusement grows, as you look at him, trying to understand why he’s being so difficult. “That makes no sense! If you want me, and I try to initiate something, why would you reject that?!”

His fingers skim over your veins; they’re pulsing madly, speaking of not just anger. “That’s not it. I’m not rejecting you, I only reject the method of your attempts. You cannot believe storming in and demanding is the right way to go, hm? Your frustration is just a fraction of mine, or the inconvenience you’ve been putting me through,” he mocks, and it is only then when you start to realize what is the true thing he wants. While Anaxa desires you too, it might be a long road before you receive something — he wants you to pay him back for all the times you said no to him, no matter if rightfully. .

And he has just placed you in a very unpleasant limbo: avoid being used by him but not be allowed to have your desires satisfied in the end, or have them fulfilled but sell yourself to him and be tormented first.

You know you cannot wait, however. “W-what do you want me to do then?” you barely form your question, unbelieving you’d ever have to reach this stage of degradation.

Anaxa does not speak with words, only with a glee on his face—and informs you of the order for you when he pulls you down to your knees by your hands. Of course; he'll satisfy himself first, in a way that allows you to grant nothing for yourself, ensuring his thirst is quenched at least somewhat so he can focus on turning you into the debris of a person with full clarity.

You are face to face with his cock, as it is now when you see how hard he is underneath his pants, along with the outline of it. You have wished to opt out of that part of sex, hoping his penis would go anywhere else than your mouth; only pleasuring, not taking from you or humiliating you. It is nothing but a case of wishful thinking.

“I’m sure you can guess what to do,” as he voices his assumption, while you are no stranger to adult topics as an adult yourself, somehow it has a degrading sound to it — as if you are meant to be sucking his cock. It’s either your anxiety or he actually arranged his tone to be readable this way.

“Why would I do that?” you ask with defiance, but still place your hands on his knees to hold your nerves onto something. “How can I be sure you won’t withdraw after I’ve done this for you?” your suspicion is clear in your voice. You’ve never trusted him.

He looks down at you, his face above you allowing him to be degrading you further — you were down on your knees as if submitting to him. “Once you’re done with pleasuring me, you can expect me to return the favor, stemming from the simple fact I am curious to explore your body, and… the other type of body crevices for myself. It’s been a long wait. Too long.”

His words embarrass you as he speaks shamelessly of conquering your body, therefore mind too; but it is your only incentive to hold onto.

As you release a shaky blow of air, your hands finally flit around with his pants — your movements are all opulent of fake confidence, as you wish to get done with this as soon as possible. His cock almost slaps you in the face when it’s free and springs, and as you’re about to grab it, Anaxa’s stern voice tells you to wait. “Hands behind your back.” He stands up from his chair.

Your eyes are so wide they almost bulge, as you become anxious at the notion he’d take all the control from you. You are already making yourself cheap by using your mouth on him, the man of your nightmares, so being able to do everything yourself was your last comfort to cling onto. With a loathing on your wrinkles, you place your hands behind.

“Good, good. I’m surprised at how well behaved you are; not including that revolt painted on your face,” he chuckles with amusement. His length in his hand, he prods your mouth open with his tip. As you open it, reluctantly, he slips himself inside right up your entire tongue. Yet, as you choke on it, feeling the unpleasant stretch on your lips and intrusion into the space, he gives you no time to accustom to the new level of self-derision, as he begins to fuck your mouth immediately — making you sputter and drown yourself in slobber at once, then along the thrusts of his hips.

Right when you’re about to put your hands to the front to reject him, he gives you a warning look that pauses your movements. You can only relinquish your stubbornness to him when he next grabs your hair and begins to shove your head back and forth as if it’s a worthless object. You gag on him but he doesn’t stop, only allows himself to make as many noises as he pleases, deeply fixated on how good it feels to have that warmth tightly spread; yet, it is even more about the power over you that allows him to make you his.

With no mercy given to you, you can compute how deprived you’ve made him. He’s taking out any frustration accumulated towards you, on you — both for being denied and you daring to make him a man this obsessed with you, even if the latter is out of your control and never a deliberate malice. You can only succumb to him using your mouth, with your tears rolling down your face, provoked by the pressure on your skull. It’s a miracle you’re still having your hands behind — he could have tied them too, but chose to depend on your obedience for his own ego.

“Finally…” he says with a blissed sigh, and throws his head back. He’s relentless in his actions, as he continues to smear you with his unsolicited comments. “You shouldn’t have kept me away from this for so long, because now…”

His cock finally plunges into your right throat, and you cannot breathe anymore. He glances down at you growing with panic for a few seconds listlessly, relishing in the taut wrap hugging him with warmth, before he retracts his cock back into the mouth so you can breathe through your nose. “Now, don’t get so alarmed. Gather some breath and hold it in,” he instructs and you follow, worried the next throat stationing will knock you out.

He begins to fuck deep into your throat again, this time faster and by almost ripping off your hair, that you have to rely on your accumulated resource of air in order to not suffocate. He’s faster and faster, as he relishes in the neat nest constantly tightening from the chokes. You keep gagging but he’s still there, all punitive, and as you try to escape with your head jolting upward, he forces you down. He’s too rapturous to be bothered about your hands slipping to the front to hold onto his knees, focused on celebrating his victory over you instead. “Maybe you were made to take me all this time,” he comments through a tremble, eagerly taking in your struggling expression — covered in snot, tears and thickened saliva. The comment twists your stomach unpleasantly, as the humiliation burns you. “Look at you. The sight of you on your knees, taking me all the way in…” he marvels in your image.

It is only when you begin to run out of the oxygen he pulls out back into your mouth, now his thrusts becoming sloppy and more relaxed as he’s getting closer and throbbing, because he doesn’t wish for this bliss to end so quickly; thankfully no longer depriving you of air, as you quickly inhale through your nose. “Do you feel like being mine now? Or do I have to make you orgasm ten times after you’re done with this so you understand your place?” As you glare at him, mouthful of his cock, he rasps a laugh. “No, I can tell you’re still keen on subversion. So we’re not done yet, not by a long shot.”

When you grumble with anger around his cock, another potion of chortle from him is a good indication you truly have a long night ahead of you; yet, it’s not him who has originally put you in this situation, all abasing to you.

But no gods will take you away from him anyway.

PHAINON

Phainon annoys you. It should have been a composition of visceral emotions associated with him to evoke this feeling, considering the oppressively overprotective and coddling lifestyle he has subjected you to, but the expression pertains to something much more specific currently at play. What’s been bothering you is how he not-so-nonchalantly expresses his desire toward you but is not brave enough to actually approach you about the subject, the hero he is, acting all respectful. Of course, it should be a relief to you that he respects your consent; yet constantly pretending to be unaffected by you, when you could see he is not immune, puts you through irritation.

Even more when the enticement placed on the platter for you has been provoking your own arousal. You don’t crave Phainon himself, you assume; however, you certainly crave his body. You’ve been cold with him the entire time, albeit, even you are not immune to the vices and appeal of a man willing to drop down on his knees and pleasure you. No, you don’t love him. No, you are not at peace with what he’s doing. Still, you are seeking out some sort of distraction or perhaps even revenge for all the grueling behavior that sucks a life force out of you, needing to relax for once. Unfortunately for you, your body manifests that need in being pent up sexually.

You’ve been mulling over the idea of approaching Phainon about this, not with the intent of stalling but being all candor with him about what you want — it is insane for sure, to sleep with your kidnapper, but you assume you could make the act as emotionless as possible to get off and forget about it. It is using Phainon from your perspective, but it’s not as if he doesn’t deserve it; nor would he be against it.

Until you finally geared up to make that decision.

You’re seated on the bed of your bedroom, around the sunset, waiting for his return. You can admit he’d created the interior to look as friendly and calming to you as possible, all sunny-beige walls and soft sheets for you; yet it will always feel like a vivarium to you.

When he enters the room after pressing all sorts of other handles and safety measures before finding you, you can see his appearance has turned to look wiped out. He is ready to rejuvenate by your side, no matter how many times you’d reject him; but then he can immediately notice something’s up when your posture is awfully straight, signaling of your solemnity caused by something he’s yet to find out.

“Is there… something you wish to tell me?” he asks nervously. Despite him being the one who technically holds the power in your relationship dynamic, he feels powerless when facing your sternness. No, he’s been powerless whenever he’s near you each time — the only thing he refuses to budge on is letting you go. Even now, he is too hesitant to grab your hand, scared of your possible anger.

You don’t speak — worse for his racing heart — instead beckoning him over.

He comes forward, too quickly for what he’d find honorable, and he sits on the edge of the end of the bed. “My beloved, if there’s something wrong, I—” he begins, sounding worried for you at this point.

You interject, “No. Let me talk. I’ll be blunt—” you take a big sigh in. “I want you to admit you’re desiring me.”

His eyes are as wide as coins, and you can see a blush quickly growing on his cheeks. He ruffles his hair, and looks to the side with a virgin shyness, an awkward chuckle on his lips. Despite everything, he’s eager to admit he’s attracted to you, as it’s nothing but a holy truth. “Of course I desire you, it’s more than an astute observation. What sort of question is it, to deny it?”

You nod. “Good. I was just making sure, before I can ask you something else.” He doesn’t have a good feeling about this; regardless, he’s eager to listen to anything that you could ask of. “Of course…”

“Do you want to be intimate with me?” you ask, not mirroring his shyness when you speak of such bold things. His body goes rigid at your words, before he has to adjust in his seat, pressing his legs closer to hide any revealing signs of an immediate jolt of arousal.

“M-my love? Where is this coming from?” he cannot believe his ears that his voice stammers. He wonders if you’re playing some cruel prank on him — you’re certainly capable of doing that. Of course he’s ought to say yes, beg you for it even, but he doesn’t want to give himself any false hope yet. Why would you proposition him after all the vistrol between you two? He’s aware you can be a frank person, yet this was unprecedented.

He thinks it’s a dream when your hand touches his shoulder, unsought by him yet pretty much longed-for.

“I wouldn’t oppose having sex with you. As long as you don’t read too much into it, as it’s supposed to be only an equivalent exchange.”

His mouth pops open at your words, almost flustered by the proposition; yet as it closes, his aura becomes gloomy with hurt. Yes, you are ready to share your body with him, but it is all for a hedonistic pleasure, not a matter of the heart.

He does not lose his spirit, however. A realization comes to his mind that this is still his chance to achieve a new start with you.

“Say no more,” Phainon promises diligently, catching you off guard. “P-phainon?” you stammer, taking the title of the nervous person away from him as you’re taken aback by his sudden determination, and before you know it, he snatches you by your ankle to drag you to lay flat on the bed. You let out a small scream, and he positions himself to be lying between your legs. He was quick to seize this opportunity, for an unspoken reason. “Hey! I’m speaking to you!” you exclaim as he separates your legs and slides between them, the new position leaving you flustered despite it being akin to what you requested — things just aren’t going your way, and you have quickly lost your control. Something is wrong, and only he knows what.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.” Phainon’s hands strip you of your lower clothes with a disgusting and shameless finesse, these only, for now — as he wants to unravel you piece by piece.

Everything is happening too fast, and while your body gets aroused on its own, his actions are too hasty to leave you comfortable — it’s as if you aren’t allowed to have enough time to dip into cold water. You are about to tell him to stop, especially when your naked cunt is confronted with his face and you can notice his awe when he exhales shakily against your skin, but as if self-aware of your disturbance, he strokes your thighs reassuringly. You look down at him, holding your head up, and he smiles at you softly; you almost get fooled by it for once. “Please? I’ll make it feel very good, as many times as you need?” he pleads with you, and you, who’s awfully desperate, cannot say no to something that has been lacking from your life.

“Fine… but be careful,” you permit him, despite having the lingering feeling of something bad brewing and impending.

“Thank you. I shall not disappoint you,” he promises, and before you can settle back, he’s already lapping at your slit, creating vertical licks after he throws your legs over his back. Surprised, as your head falls back, you grab onto his white hair, to which he groans with pleasure. No, he isn't a masochist — he finds pleasure in his hair being pulled being a good indicator of your own enjoyment. Though, if you’d ever wish to hurt him… there are certain things he’d allow.

His hands squeeze on your thighs for him to hold your legs open, especially when you quickly develop a habit of trying to tighten them around his shoulders like a snake. The true cruelty begins here — as he next drinks straight at your hole, quenching his insatiable thirst for you with great vigor. “You— slow down, you’ll kill me…” you beg, crying out for him. That doesn’t stop him; instead, he feels his dick harden and humps mattress for a mocking semblance of relief. He’s denying himself on purpose, needing to pleasure and overwhelm you before he can bury himself inside your sweet velvets — a tool to reassure himself about you being loved by him.

Phainon soon places the emphasis of his worship on your clit, using his tongue to suck here particularly hard. “I’m sorry… I’ve waited for so long… I can’t believe you’re giving yourself to me like this…” You can’t see his face when he’s lost between your thighs, but you can certainly hear the dizziness in his voice, devoid of true guilt — he’s trapped in some state where he is dumb because of your taste and reactions alone. Phainon just loves the fact he’s finally having you, that he’s being a “good lover”, and that he’s allowed to touch something so worthy of worship.

When his tongue slips into your pussy, you think you’ll truly die.

“Phainon! Phainon! Phainon!” your voice cracks when you beg him to slow down, as the crashing waves of pleasure about to erupt into your first orgasm, approaching far too quickly for anyone to have presumed. You must have been really pent up, or he’s just that good — the latter being worse for your future.

You have placed yourself in this fiasco, only for it to backfire against you tragically. When you gauged how far Phainon was willing to go out of his way for you, you made a terrible miscalculation, taking his desperation to make you his and prove his love for granted. It’s not you taking advantage of him — he has stolen that role from you.

“Yes. Come for me. Come on my tongue. I know you need this,” he moans muffled against your cunt, demanding your end with almost incoherent sentences.

You thrash, you try to wriggle away, you even attempt to kick him— but then it hits you, and you’re coming hard, your legs trembling around him; Phainon whining as if high when he hears his name on your tongue as you do so.

You’re not given any time to feel embarrassed about your stamina, or lack thereof. The pleasure isn’t ephemeral, as before you could come down, he’s rendering you speechless with another attempt. “W-wait!” you squeak out with a quiver in your timbre, feeling overstimulated by him.

“Just one more. Please. Let me make you feel good,” he urges against your pussy, all heady by your taste and obsessed with your reactions proving it’s him causing them. Despite him looking seemingly dazed, his hands tighten on your legs to cage you against more painful bliss to be served.

“I-I can’t, please, stop—” you choke on your saliva, you pull on his hair, but he is inexorable and only slurps with more voracity. Eventually, you forget about your complaints, overwhelmed by another wave of pleasure.

“Shhh. You’re doing so well… let me break that frigid shell of yours…” Hearing that, you now are one step forward towards guessing his real intentions — or you would, if you weren’t staggering.

The second orgasm is approaching and you are already tuckered out, unable to keep up with his surprising dexterity. You bit more than you could chew, and now Phainon exceeded himself in how far he can push you, while also not revealing his true goal. Despite mentioning “one more”, you have a feeling he’s not done with you anytime soon.

You are crying, you are shaking, yet your body grows more and more limp, only able to take ruining pleasure and think of Phainon. He stops for a moment to lunge his head upward and take a good look of the sight he wishes to remember forever, especially your face broken with pleasure and distant somewhere where only he and intimacy can reach you, all safely nestled by his side.

"you know you love the attention i give you." his thumb strokes your bottom lip "tell me to stop? as if i'd listen to your pathetic begging. you're stuck with me, baby." his grip tightens slightly "i know you dream about me too..my words, my touch..."

"…and the way I make you feel right here." his hand drifts lower, tracing a slow path that has your breath catching, the air between you charged and heavy. "don't even try to deny it."

your mouth opens agape ever so slightly, but no sound comes out. his thumb lingers at your lip, pressing just enough to keep you silent, his eyes locked onto yours like he was daring you to look away.

“that’s what i thought,” he murmured, leaning in so close you could feel the brush of his breath against your cheek. “you can pretend you don’t want this all you want, but i see the way you look at me.”

your pulse hammered in your throat, but you couldn’t move—not when he was holding you like this, not when his presence felt like it was burning through your defenses one by one.

“say it,” he ordered quietly, the words low and sharp. “say you hate me. i want to hear it.”

you swallowed hard, but your lips barely moved. “i… hate you,” you whispered, though it lacked any real conviction.

he smirked like he could taste the lie. “mmm, you don’t sound so sure, baby,” he said, his voice dripping with dangerous satisfaction. “but that’s fine. i’ve got all the time in the world to prove you wrong.”

his grip tightened just enough to make your breath hitch as he leaned even closer, his lips barely brushing the shell of your ear. “and trust me,” he whispered, voice low and dark, “i will.”

his grip on your face remains, his long fingers digging into your skin. he leans in closer, his warm breath fanning across your lips. his piercing eyes bore into yours, a twisted smirk playing on his full lips.

"you know you want this, don't you?" he lets out a dark chuckle, his free hand trailing down your neck slowly, making you shiver. his grip becomes more bruising as he pulls you flush against his muscular frame. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, a predatory gleam in his gaze.

"you're mine, accept it."

"over my dead body."

you glare up at him, forcing the words past the tightness in your throat. every part of you is trembling, but you refuse to back down, even with his grip still locked on you.

"i'm not yours."

his eyes widen slightly at your defiant response, but then a dark chuckle escapes his lips. "oh really now, is that how you want to play it? you think you can defy me?" his free hand trails down your body, fingers digging into your flesh. "i own you, your pathetic attempts at resistance only make me want you more." he bares his teeth in a feral grin.

"but if you insist.... i'll be happy to put you in your place." he yanks you towards the bed, grip unyielding and searing against your skin. you stumble forward, your heart leaping into your throat as you try to find your footing, but the pull is too strong, too sudden.

“ah!” you yelp, the startled sound escaping before you can bite it back. your body collides with his chest for a brief moment before the back of your legs bump sharply against the edge of the mattress. you flinch, your knees buckling slightly as you’re forced to sit down, his towering presence blocking out any thought of escape.

his eyes bore into yours, unblinking and dark, filled with an intensity that makes your stomach twist. he doesn’t let go of your wrist; instead, his grip tightens, his fingers digging into your skin just enough to remind you who’s in control. he leans in slowly, deliberately, until his face is only inches from yours, his breath warm against your cheek.

“look at you,” he murmurs, voice low and laced with satisfaction. “so quick to fall into place.” his other hand comes up to cage your chin, tilting your face upward so you’re forced to meet his gaze. the mattress dips under his weight as he inchescloser, hemming you in completely, his presence suffocating and overwhelming.

you squirm beneath his stare, your breath coming out uneven, but he doesn’t move back. instead, his lips curl into the faintest smirk, as though your resistance only fuels him further.

he crushes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. you try to resist, turning your head, but his grip on your throat tightens, forcing you to submit. he devours your mouth hungrily, groaning into the kiss as his free hand roams your body, squeezing and groping.

"that's it, stop fighting me. you know you love this." he hums, breaking the kiss, only to trail biting kisses down your neck, leaving angry red marks. "i'm going to ruin you. make you scream for more."

“n-no…” you breathe out weakly, though your voice barely holds any strength behind it. your hands clutch at the sheets beneath you, fingers straining around the fabric as his lips press bruising kisses down the curve of your neck, each bite making your body tremble despite the words spilling from your mouth.

“stop… i…” the protest dies in your throat, coming out as a broken whimper. you can feel your resolve crumbling, piece by piece with every mark he leaves behind. your chest rises and falls rapidly, your pulse thundering as though it’s trying to break free from your ribcage.

you squeeze your eyes shut, forcing yourself to sound defiant even as your voice shakes. “i hate you,” you whisper, though the way your body leans into his touch betrays you completely.

he chuckles against your skin, the sound dark and knowing. his hands trail down your sides, pinning you firmly in place as you finally stop fighting back, your body going slack beneath him.

“sure you do sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough as his lips ghost over your ear. “stop pretending. you love every second of this, and now…” his teeth graze your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. “…you’re mine.”

you let out a shaky breath, your resistance dissolving completely as his words sink in. you can’t fight him anymore, not when you know, deep down, that a part of you doesn’t want to.

sensing your surrender, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he continues his assault on your neck. "that's my good girl," he growls approvingly, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin. "i knew this tight little pussy would be nothing but a sopping wet mess for me once i got you going." his hand slides down between your thighs, fingers probing at your dripping slit through your clothes.

"mmm, you're so wet already. i've barely even touched you." he chuckles, feeling your arousal coating his fingers. "can't wait to feel this sweet little cunt wrapped around my cock." he tugs at your shirt, tearing it open to expose your breasts, the sound of fabric tearing making your breath hitch. your hands instinctively come up to push him away, but they falter halfway when the cool air hits your exposed skin, goosebumps prickling across your body.

“w-wait—!” you gasp, your voice trembling as your sensitivity spikes from the sudden exposure.

he doesn’t wait. his hands slide firmly along your sides, holding you in place as he buries his face against your chest. the warmth of his breath against your skin makes you shiver, and your fingers curl helplessly into the sheets beneath you.

a startled, broken sound escapes your lips as you feel the press of his mouth against you. every nip and scrape of his teeth against your sensitive bud sends sparks racing through your nerves, your back arching despite yourself.

“please…” you manage weakly, unsure if you’re begging him to stop or begging for more. the way your body trembles tells him everything he needs to know.

he hums low in his throat, the vibration rolling through your skin, and you can feel the smirk forming against you. “so sensitive,” he murmurs darkly, his hands gripping your waist to keep you still. “you can pretend you hate this all you want, but your body doesn’t lie.”

your breath comes out in short, uneven gasps, every brush of his lips leaving you weaker, the creeping hand coming closer to your hot hole, your walls of resistance finally crumbling.

"ngh..." your thighs clamp together, slick with arousal, so disgusting. you think. he lets out a guttural groan as he feels your thighs trapping his hand, your arousal soaking through the fabric. "that's it, squeeze those beautiful legs around me." his fingers press harder against your slick folds, rubbing you through your panties.

"you want this so bad, don't you?" he lifts his head from your chest, eyes darkening with lust as he gazes down at you. "don't worry, i'm going to give you exactly what you need."

his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, yanking them down your legs roughly. he tosses them aside, his eyes raking over your bared pussy. he leans in, inhaling deeply. "fuck, you smell so good." he presses open mouthed kiss to your slick folds, tongue darting out to taste you.

"mmmm~ i knew you'd be sweet," he murmurs against your sex, the vibrations sending shivers through you. he peppers your clit and entrance with hungry kisses, then sucks it into his mouth, tongue laving and teasing the sensitive nub. "take it, bitch…let me feed on your cunt." he groans in satisfaction as he slips a long, calloused finger into your dripping pussy.

he swirls it around slowly, feeling your slick, velvety walls clenching around him. at the sudden insert of his slender fingers you your mouth contorts into an "O", letting out a sharp and lewd moan.

"that's it, scream for me." he adds a second finger, pumping them in and out at a steady rhythm. "your pussy is milking my fingers so damn good." he curls his digits, stroking your most sensitive spot relentlessly. "i bet you wish this was my cock filling you up, don't you?" fuck. you were close. at his words your hole clenched even tighter, you hated the way how he made you feel right now.

"oooooh you naughty girl, i can feel you clenching harder around me." he grins, leaning in to suck hard on your clit. "noooooo!" you cry out, your voice breaking as you try to twist away from him. your hands press weakly against his shoulders, but there’s no strength behind them anymore.

"don't fool yourself, baby." he pumps them in and out at a relentless pace, curling them to stroke your most sensitive spots. "thaaat's it, let it all out. cum for me, you filthy slut." he sucks hard on your clit, tongue swirling around the engorged nub. "i want to feel your pussy clenching around my fingers, coating them in your sweet juices." he increases the speed and pressure of his ministrations, determined to wring an earth-shattering orgasm from you.

as your body convulses in ecstasy, he wraps his strong arm around your hips, pulling you flush against him as he rides out your orgasm with you. he presses his lips to your ear, whispering dark, filthy praise as you tremble. "that's it, cum for me like the dirty girl you are." his fingers continue to pump in and out of your overstimulated pussy, drawing out your climax for as long as possible. "look at you, shaking apart in my arms. you're so fucking perfect when you let loose." he kisses the shell of your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine

he removes his fingers from your dripping pussy with a wet pop, leaving you aching and empty. "i'm going to make you beg for my dick before i even consider giving it to you." he leans down, nipping at your earlobe. "now be a good slut and spread your legs for me. show me how much you need to be filled."

your legs part slowly, almost of their own accord, every movement heavy with reluctant compliance. a rush of heat spreads through you as you feel the weight of his gaze, the air thick with tension and unspoken promises. your breath catches in your throat, heart pounding as the space between you grows smaller.

he gently takes your wrist, guiding you to lie back against the soft surface of the bed. his hands move with deliberate care as he settles between your parted legs, the warmth of his body pressing close to yours.

slowly, he leans down, his chest hovering just above yours, and his breath fans across your skin. his eyes search yours, filled with a mix of intensity and something softer beneath it all. his hands find your hips, steadying you as he adjusts his position, anchoring himself in the missionary stance. the closeness between you is electric—every heartbeat, every breath shared in this intimate space.

"'m gonna fuck that pretty pussy of yours yeah?" he grins sadisticly, enjoying the view of your fucked out, overstimulated face. "yeah?" he repeats once more in a mocking tone. your eyes were clouded, you had never been touched before like that. "mmmhm..." was all you managed to get out, your slick pussy twitching every few seconds.

a spark ignites in his eyes—dark, wild, and almost feral. his lips curl into a slow, sadistic smile that sends a shiver down your spine. there’s a dangerous thrill in the way he looks at you now, like he’s been holding back something fierce, something that’s finally been unleashed. the smile promises intensity, a mix of chaos and control, and you can’t help but feel both terrified and drawn to it.

he lets out a deep, guttural groan as he slowly pushes his thick, throbbing cock into your dripping pussy. he moves agonizingly slow, relishing the feeling of your velvety walls stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. "fuuuck, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me," his hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he sinks in to the hilt. "that's it, take every inch of me." he pauses, allowing you to adjust, before beginning to rock his hips in a slow, deep rhythm.

"hah—your pussy is practically sucking me in. it's like it was made for my cock." his pace quickens slightly, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. "i knew you'd be the perfect fit for me." he leans down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth to match the tempo of his thrusts.

the bruises blooms under his palms as he powers into you with recklessness. the force of his thrusts causes your breasts to bounce with each impact, the hard, pebbled nipples dragging against his chest. "fuck, i love the way your tits bounce for me." he breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he forces his face between your heaving mounds. he sucks one nipple deep into his mouth, biting down gently while his fingers tease the other.

"taste those sweet little nips. you're so sensitive for me." meanwhile, his hips never pause in their relentless pounding, his thick cock stretching you open with every thrust. his balls slap against your clit, the rough contact sending jolts of pleasure through your overstimulated body. "looks like a good pounding was all it took to make you behave, hmm?" he alleges you with his teeth and tongue as he drills into your pussy, made even steamier by the image of his tongue laving your nipples.

"look down. see how my cock is splitting you open? how your needy cunt is clinging to me? you were made for this, baby. fuck..... you.feel.so.fucking.good." his words are punctuated by the slap of flesh and your ragged moans as he fucks you senseless, visually ravaging you in the process.

he pulls back to meet your gaze, his eyes blazing with dark lust as he drives his cock deeper, the thick head rutting against your cervix. "you reek of my dick." he grinds into you harder, his heavy balls slapping against your clit as he chases your impending climax. "that's right, cum on my fat cock. coat me in your sweet juices like the willing breeding bitch you are." with one hand, he presses down on your stomach, fingers sinking into your sweat-slick skin as he watches your body tremble on the edge.

muffled moans escape your lips as he continues to pound into you mercilessly, prolonging your orgasm as he fills you to the brim with his thick seed. the sensation of his hot cum flooding your depths triggers another wave of intense pleasure, and you instinctively clench around him, milking him for every last drop.

"ah—fuck yes! fucccck!!!!" you cry out, your voice cracking from the sheer intensity of the moment. your back arches sharply against the bed as your fingers dig helplessly into the sheets, knuckles turning white. your entire body trembles, every nerve alight as the sensation crashes over you in waves, leaving you breathless. your lips part again, another strangled moan slipping free as you can’t hold back the sounds spilling from your throat.

"take all of it, you fucking dirty little cumslut." with a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his release spurting deep within you.

your chest heaves as you ride out the overwhelming rush, eyes fluttering shut while the world blurs around you. the aftershocks leave your muscles weak and trembling, a soft whimper escaping as your body goes slack beneath him.

your eyes are glazed over, unfocused, the world around you little more than a blur. your mind feels blank, too overwhelmed to process anything but the warmth and weight above you. he leans down slowly, his hand cradling your jaw as his lips find yours. the kiss is deep, consuming, and you melt into it without a thought. your body reacts on instinct, lips parting as his tongue brushes against yours. the taste of him is dizzying, and your hazy mind can barely keep up as he presses harder, hungrier.

a soft, helpless sound slips from your throat as his mouth claims yours completely. drool slicks the corner of your lips, mixing with his as neither of you pulls away, his tongue plunges into your mouth to tangle with yours. the taste of your combined saliva and the lingering flavor of your shared climax mingles on his lips and tongue as he devours you.

he groans into your mouth, still rocking his hips slowly to prolong the exquisite sensations pulsing through both your bodies. his hands roam your sweat slicked skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake as he pulls you impossibly closer, needing to feel every inch of you against him.

when he finally does break it, a thin strand still connects your mouths, and you’re left gasping for air, eyes dazed as he stares down at you with that same wild, satisfied gleam.

"every inch of this tight little body belongs to me." he sums you up, his gaze roaming over your flushed features, your sated, well-fucked expression, before his eyes darken with continued hunger.

— BLADE, aventurine, boothill, MOZE

"you're mine. you just don't remember it yet."

✧ “you’re mine,” he whispers, voice soft but dripping with a twisted certainty that makes your blood run cold. “you just don’t remember it yet.”

your breath hitches, and you stumble back, your shoulders hitting the wall. “what are you talking about?” you demand, though your voice cracks halfway through.

his eyes narrow, amusement flickering behind them like a predator who’s cornered its prey. “don’t you feel it?” he steps closer, slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring every inch you retreat. “that ache in your chest… that fear in your eyes? it’s because some part of you knows.”

your heart races, a nauseating panic blooming in your stomach as he raises a hand to your face. you flinch, but he only cups your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin with mock tenderness. “you used to look at me like i was your whole world,” he murmurs, leaning in until you feel his breath ghost your ear. “and you will again. i made sure of it.”

your throat tightens, the words barely scraping out. “w—what did you do to me?”

he chuckles low, the sound vibrating against your skin as he presses closer. “i took away what hurt you. i took away the doubts, the lies… all the things that made you want to run from me.” his lips hover at your ear now, and his voice drops to a near growl. “and now, you’re starting over. with me. exactly where you belong.”

your knees weaken as his grip shifts to your hips, holding you firmly in place. his eyes search yours, but it’s not affection you see there—it’s possession, complete and unrelenting.

“i’ll make you remember,” he says softly, almost sweetly, though his fingers dig into your skin like iron. “and when you do… you’ll thank me for it.”

his body presses close, but his movements are jittery at first, like he’s not sure if he should be this close. his breath is uneven, and you can see the faintest flush creeping up his neck as he towers over you, but he doesn’t move away. instead, his hands tighten against your sides, pinning you softly but firmly between him and the wall.

“i… i don’t want to scare you,” he mumbles, voice trembling slightly. his eyes dart away from yours for a second, like he can’t bear to see the fear in them—but then he steels himself, leaning in closer until there’s no space left between you. “b-but you keep trying to leave me, and i can’t… i can’t let that happen. not again.”

you feel the tremor in his hands, but his grip doesn’t loosen. if anything, it grows stronger, a quiet, desperate strength that keeps you trapped in place no matter how you try to squirm away.

“p-please stop fighting me,” he stammers, though his words carry a weight that doesn’t leave room for refusal. “i’m not… i’m not letting go. you’re mine. you always were…” he swallows hard, his voice dropping to a whisper, “even if you don’t remember.”

he buries his face against your neck suddenly, shuddering as though just being this close is too much for him to handle. but then you feel the soft press of his lips against your skin, hesitant at first, before they grow more insistent.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers, his breath shaky and warm against your neck. “i’m so sorry i have to do this… but you’ll understand soon. i’ll make you remember how much you need me.”

his arms wrap around you now, crushing you to his chest as his quiet, shaky breaths mix with the frantic beat of your heart. and though he trembles with nerves, there’s no mistaking the unrelenting strength in his embrace.

without another word, he crush my lips to yours, his mouth hungry and desperate, his tongue probing deep into your mouth. he kisses you like he's starved for air, as if he'll die if he didn't taste you right now.

as you kiss, his hands roam over your body, grasping and clawing at your skin, leaving scratches and marks that would linger long after you're done. he pulls you closer, his fingers digging into your hips before he spin you around, pushing you against the wall, his mouth never leaving yours as he fumble with your clothes, tearing them off with a desperation that's almost savage.

and when you're naked. your eyes widen at the sight and immediately attempt to cover it with your shaking hands. "no—!" you yelped before he removed your hands forcefully, brows furrowed. "let me taste, please." he begs softly, and for an instant you almost fold, almost.

you watched his eyes travel down to your glistening folds, he swallows hard, the sight making his hands tighten instinctively on your thighs. he hesitates for a moment, almost shy, his gaze flickering over the soft patch of hair framing your heat. the contrast only makes you look more vulnerable, more real beneath him.

“y-you’re… beautiful,” he murmurs shakily, his fingers brushing gently along the edge of your hip, like he’s trying to memorise everything about you. in the heat of the moment his mouth and tongue instantly begin exploring your pussy, licking and sucking with a ferocity that's almost animalistic.

he look up at you, his eyes blazing with a feral intensity, mouth still wrapped around your pussy. "i'll make you remember," he whispers, his voice husky and raw. "i'll make you mine, forever and always." he breathe, his hot breath whispering against your twitching cunt as he continue to devour you with fingers digging into your thighs as he holds you in place.

then he suddenly pauses, lifting his head from your glistening pussy. he gazes up at you with a mix of hunger and reverence, his hungry eyes drinking in the sight of you. slowly, almost tauntingly, he leans in, his warm breath fanning over your tender flesh. he presses a delicate kiss to your clit, lips lingering for a moment before grazing the sensitive nub with my teeth. a soft moan escapes him at the taste of you before he wraps his arms around your hips, pulling you closer.

you only got louder with the lustful sensation of his warm, slippery tongue grazing against your puffy pussy. a guttural moan escapes your lips as he works you over with his insistent tongue. you can feel your pussy clenching rhythmically around nothing but air, your body trembling with mounting pleasure.

he memorised every curve, every dip and swell of your body as his tongue began to explore, tracing the delicate folds, dipping into your entrance, and swirling around your clit in slow, teasing circles. his hands roam over your thighs, your buttocks, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

he work at your pace, savouring every gasp, every whine, every tremble that escapes your lips. with each pass of his tongue, he prays that he could bring you to the heights of pleasure, to make you surrender completely to his devotion. yes, what an ideal plan.

a desperate, feverish hunger consumes him as he presses his face further between your thighs. his tongue flicks and swirls against your slick, swollen folds, his lips sucking and nibbling hungrily. he just could not get enough of your intoxicating taste and the way your body quivers under his ministrations.

with a soft moan he flattens his tongue and drags it firmly up the length of your pussy, applying firm pressure to your sensitive clit. your back arches, pressing you harder against the wall as he holds your trembling thighs in a vice-like grip, pinning you in place. his dark, feverish eyes glare up at you, drinking in every twitch, every gasp, every desperate sound that escapes your lips. he wants to devour you, to make you scream his name as you come undone beneath his skilled, relentless mouth.

he plunges his tongue deep inside you, fucking you with long, firm strokes, my nose nuzzling against your clit. the obscene, wet sounds of the wet slurps fill the air as i lose myself in the task of bringing you to the edge of ecstasy.

his single-minded focus remains fixed on your dripping, quivering sex, his breath hot and heavy against your sensitive flesh as he continues his frenzied assault. with a lewd moan, he extends his long, slender finger, teasing the slick entrance to your core. your eyes widen at the sight, oh no, he's totally gonna finger me!

"wait! i dont—i don't want—" you plead, shaking your head in a frenzy but he pays no mind and slides it inside you with a slow, deliberate push, savouring the tight, hot glove of your pussy as it grips his finger. his thumb finds your aching clit, rubbing quick, tight circles that make you shudder and cry out.

feeling your walls clench around his invading digit, he begins to pump, driving his finger in and out in a slow and gradual rhythm designed to drive you wild. his free hand reaches around to palm your ass, giving it a hard squeeze as he tilts his head upward, giving you his all and undivided attention with his doe eyes despite both the pain and pleasure on your throbbing, dripping slit.

humming with carnal pleasure, he picks up the pace, finger fucking you with abandon as he lap at your clit and savour your essence with his tongue. his eyes blaze with a feral intensity as he devours you, his inner world consumed by the dark, primal need to make you come apart at the seams.

he curls his finger, pressing firmly against your most sensitive spots, his tongue flicking your swollen clit in time with his strokes. he can feel your climax building, your whole body coiling tighter with each passing second.

"cum for me, (y/n)," he rasp, his words punctuated by the obscene, wet sounds of his relentless finger fucking. "i want to feel you shatter around me."

with every filthy word that spills from his merciless lips, he could feel the dam inside you beginning to crumble. your once reserved demeanor is replaced by a desperate, insatiable hunger for physical release. "ohoohhh, yessss! just like that, mmmyeeeaaah! eat my pussy, make me cum hard! finger me, im getting close..!"

the admission spills from your lips like a dam breaking, a cathartic moment of surrender that leaves you helpless and exposed, a willing slave to the dark desires that now consume you entirely. and in that moment, he knows that he has truly broken you—a delicious, irreparable ruin, forever altered by the power of his uncompromising, all consuming lust.

"don't stop, don't you dare, don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop—ahnnnng! i'm—I'm—CUMMMINGGG!"

he continues his febrile licking and stroking as you dissolve in ecstasy, savouring the sweet nectar of your release and milking every last tremor from your convulsing body. as your body tenses and a guttural moan escapes your lips, he feels your orgasm beginning to wash over you. his tongue flicks your swollen clit with frenzied intensity, lapping up the slick arousal dripping from your pulsing pussy.

he looks at you with satisfaction, the sound muffled against your flesh as he drinks you in. his finger curls and rubs relentlessly against that sweet spot inside, coaxing you higher and higher until your back arches and your thighs clamp around his head. your trembling cries of ecstasy fill the air as you shatter, your walls clenching and fluttering around his digit.

he continues to work you through the aftershocks, slowing my pace but refusing to relent until your body finally goes limp, quivering from the intensity of your powerful climax. only then does he pull back, gazing up at you with dark, hungry eyes, his lips glistening with your essence.

before you can process what could possibly happen next, his arms tighten around your waist and he pulls you down with him. the impact is sudden but controlled as he lowers you both to the floor, never letting you slip from his grasp.

you gasp softly, your palms pressing against his chest for balance as he leans back, propping himself up slightly. his strong hands guide you easily, settling you astride his lap. the floor beneath you feels cold and unsteady, but his grip on your hips is anything but—it’s firm, possessive, like he’s anchoring you in place.

he looks up at you through dark, half-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling against yours. “stay right there,” he murmurs, his voice rough and commanding. his thumbs rub slow circles into your hips, not to soothe you but to remind you he’s the one holding you where he wants you.

you try to shift, to lean away, but his hands tighten instantly, holding you down with an unrelenting strength. the closeness makes your heart race, your body trembling as his gaze roams up and down your figure, lingering with a hunger that leaves you breathless.

“don’t move,” he whispers, his lips brushing just barely against your ear as he pulls you closer still, until you can feel every inch of his solid frame beneath you. “you’re exactly where you belong."

"you don't know what you're doing to me," he murmurs, voice gravelly with something dangerously close to reverence. his cock pulses against your stomach, hard and insistent. only now do you notice how...pretty his cock is. pale with a flushed pink tip, not too girthy but more so long...about 6 inches hard? and his veins?

you wonder how it would feel to be stretched out by him.

you suddenly snap out of your trance with his hands grabbing onto your wrist, grip tightening as he guides them to his cock with slow, deliberate movements. his breath comes heavier now, the edge of control slipping as you touch him. "god, you feel good," he whimpers, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your bones. but don't you dare stop.

he watches you, his expression unreadable, but there's a hunger in his stare that makes your pulse race. every movement you make, every flick of your wrist, sends a jolt through him. he leans into your touch, letting out a guttural sound that's all pleasure.

a string of saliva drips from the corner of his mouth as he watches you work, his breathing becoming more labored with each stroke. his hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction, more contact. he's lost in the sensation, in the way your soft hands feel against his throbbing length.

"fuck, he groans, his voice strained. "just like that. don't stop...." his hands slide up your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. he grips your shoulders, pulling you closer until your breasts press against his chest. his eyes are glazed over, consumed by lust, and he isn't hiding it. he arches into your touch, his cock pulsing in your grip.

your fingers dance across his skin in rapid succession, teasing out every last drop of pleasure from him. his hips jerk upward involuntarily as you stroke him faster and faster still. you know he's close, his breaths quickening with each stroke before it hits you.

with a porn star-worthy moan, he thrusts into your hands, his hips snapping upward as his orgasm rips through him. hot cum splatters across your breasts and neck, painting your skin with evidence of his desire. his body shudders violently, muscles tensing and relaxing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over him.

"fuck!" he gasps, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to bruise. as he finally gets a good luck at his mess on you he chuckles. "look at you. covered in me. how cute..." slowly, he opens his eyes, taking in the sight of you marked by his release. a predatory gleam flashes in his gaze, a mix of satisfaction and renewed hunger. he reaches out, swiping a finger through the mess on your collarbone before bringing it to his lips.

"delicious," he purrs, savouring the taste. your breath stutters as you watch him, your cheeks burning hotter with every second. you can barely process the sight of his finger glistening in the low light before it disappears past his lips.

“d-don’t…” you mumble, your voice trembling, barely audible. the haze clouding your thoughts makes it hard to think straight, and your body feels heavy, pliant under his touch. he tilts his head at your weak protest, that same dark intensity glimmering in his eyes, but there’s a hint of something softer there too—like he’s savoring every bit of your flustered reaction.

his hands slide up from your hips to your lower back, holding you snugly against his chest. “you’re so cute when you’re shy,” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

with his fingers still against your back, and you feel the change instantly. the warmth in his touch vanishes, replaced by something firmer, unrelenting. his hands grip your hips suddenly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he looks up at you with a sharp, burning gaze.

“enough,” he snaps, his voice deeper now, leaving no room for argument. “i’ve been patient with you… too patient.”

you freeze, wide-eyed, but he doesn’t let you move. his hands pull you down harder onto his lap, his strength impossible to fight as his breath comes heavy against your neck.

“no more hesitation,” he growls, the words vibrating through your chest. “you’re going to take me now… every inch.”

“w-wait—” you try, but his hold on your hips tightens, cutting off any chance to scramble away. “no,” he says firmly, his tone dropping to a dangerous whisper as he leans close enough for his lips to brush your ear. “you’re done running. you’re mine… and i’m going to make sure you feel that.”

in one fluid motion, he flips you onto your back, pinning your wrists above your head with one large hand. his other hand trails down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. when he reaches your core, he pauses, his fingers hovering just above where you need him most.

"beg for it," he commands, his voice a dark whisper. "tell me how badly you want my cock inside you." his eyes bore into yours, filled with challenge and barely restrained desire. he wants to hear you say it—to admit how much you crave him, how empty you feel without him filling you completely.

his thumb brushes against your clit, teasing, torturing. he's waiting, watching your reactions intently, ready to take you apart piece by piece if necessary. his other hand slides lower, two fingers plunging into your wetness without warning. he curls them, stroking that spot deep inside that makes your vision blur. his thumb circles your clit, applying just enough pressure to keep you teetering on the edge.

"o—okay, please fuck me..."

without another word, he sheathes himself inside you in one brutal thrust. your walls stretch around him as if welcoming him home. he stills for a moment, savoring the feeling of being buried deep within you.

"shit," he breathes, hands travelling up before cupping your breasts. "always so perfect. so tight." then he moves, setting a punishing pace. each snap of his hips drives him deeper, harder, chasing the pleasure only you can give him. his hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. he licks a stripe up your neck, tasting salt and sweat and pure, undiluted need.

"that's it," he pants against your skin. "take it. take everything i give you..." as he thrusts into you, his cock disappears inch by inch into your slick, glistening folds. the obscene squelch of your arousal fills the room, mingling with the slap of skin on skin and your shared moans. his shaft stretches you deliciously, hitting depths no one else ever has.

each withdrawal leaves your pussy clinging to him, reluctant to let go. but he always pushes back in, burying himself to the hilt with a groan that vibrates through both your bodies. your juices coat his length, making the slide easier even as he pounds into you relentlessly. his balls slap against your ass with every thrust, the lewd sound echoing in the room. he's lost in the rhythm, in the feeling of your warmth enveloping him, squeezing him tighter than anything he's ever felt.

in the heat on the moment he redoubles his efforts, his hips snapping forward with animalistic force. the bed creaks beneath you, threatening to break under his passion. his fingers dig into your thighs, spreading you wider as he rails into your sopping cunt.

"yes, fuck, just like that!" you cry out, your nails raking down his back. the sting only spurs him on, driving him to fuck you harder, faster, deeper. pre-cum beads at the tip of his cock, mixing with your slickness as he pistons in and out. the room fills with the filthy sounds of sex—wet smacks, gasping breaths, the occasional whimper torn from your throat. he's lost in the feeling of your pussy milking his cock, begging for his seed.

as your climax hits, he feels your walls clamp down on him like a vice. with a roar, he buries himself deep inside you one last time, his cock pulsing as he spills his load directly into your spasming cunt. his fingers find your nipples, pinching and twisting them roughly as he rides out the waves of his own release.

through it all, he keeps you pinned above him, his grip on your neck firm but not painful. his mouth crashes against yours in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy. he pours everything into it—his obsession, his possession, his twisted love—and when he finally breaks away, you're left gasping for air. tears prick at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. he watches them fall, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

before you can catch your breath, he's rolling you onto your stomach. his hand presses between your shoulder blades, forcing you down into the mattress. the heat of his body hovers over you, his erection pressing insistently against your thigh.

"we're far from done," he growls in your ear, his teeth grazing the shell. "i'm going to ruin you for anyone else. by the time i'm finished, you won't remember your own name—only mine." he spreads your legs with his hands, lining himself up with your entrance once more. without warning, he sheathes himself inside you, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. his pace is relentless, driven by a hunger that seems endless.

"mine," he repeats, like a mantra, with each powerful thrust. "all mine."

— jiaoqiu, PHAINON, IMBIBITOR LUNAE, dr. ratio, ARGENTI

"we're supposed to be competing, but last night i tasted your lips instead of victory."

✧/✧/✧/✧ you’ve been rivals for as long as you can remember, always neck-and-neck in every competition. whether it was training matches, missions, or public challenges, you pushed each other to be better—and tore each other down at the same time. the rivalry was infamous, and neither of you ever let the other forget it.

but underneath the sharp words and glares was something else, something unspoken. every heated argument felt like it teetered on the edge of something more, every accidental brush of hands lingered a little too long. you told yourself it was hatred. it had to be.

last night, though, everything cracked. the competition had been brutal, leaving you both battered and breathless. you’d cornered him, intent on taunting him for nearly losing—and instead, his mouth was on yours. the kiss had been fierce, messy, and desperate, and you hated how much you’d wanted it.

now, you’re back on the field, trying to push the memory away, but the ghost of his lips still lingers.

“we’re supposed to be competing,” you bite out, shoving past him as you pace the edge of the training field, your heart still hammering from last night’s mistake. “but last night…” your voice falters, the memory flashing behind your eyes—the press of his mouth against yours, the way you’d melted before you could stop yourself. “…last night i tasted your lips instead of victory.”

he doesn’t move from where he’s leaning against the wall, arms folded lazily across his chest like he’s completely unbothered. but his eyes—sharp, predatory—follow every step you take.

“and?” he drawls finally, voice low and maddeningly calm.

you whirl on him, heat rising to your cheeks. “and it shouldn’t have happened,” you snap. “we’re rivals, not—”

he pushes off the wall in a single, fluid motion, closing the distance between you before you can finish the sentence. the smirk playing on his lips makes your stomach twist.

“not what?” he murmurs, voice a whisper against your ear as he leans in close. “not allowed to want each other? because if that’s true… we’ve got a problem.”

his fingers brush yours, barely a touch, but it sends a jolt straight through you.

his other hand slides down to rest possessively on your hip, pulling you flush against him. you can feel the heat radiating off his body, the hard planes of his muscles pressing into your softer curves. "all that fire between us… it's not just from our rivalry. deep down, you know exactly what it is."

he leans in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks in a low, seductive rumble. "stop fighting it. stop pretending you don't crave my touch, my taste, the feeling of me buried deep inside you."

his words caught you off guard as you distance yourself from him slightly, giving both you and him barely enough space. "what?! are you crazy?!" you shake your head. "i do NOT want to be associated with you like that!"

“like what?” he smirks, that infuriating curl of his lips making your stomach twist. god, you hated that look. you hated him—every cocky word, every smug glance. and you were certain he felt the same; you were rivals, enemies on the field. so why… why does it suddenly feel like that’s no longer true?

he pushes you closer and you instinctively step back, your shoulder brushing against the doorframe of the gym.

“w-what are you doing?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady, but it comes out shakier than you’d like.

he doesn’t answer, just keeps moving forward, each step purposeful and unhurried. his presence is overwhelming, his eyes locked on yours as if daring you to run.

your back hits the edge of the door, and his hand comes up to push it open with ease. the door swings inward with a low creak, the quiet echo of the empty gym room swallowing the sound.

the bench was wide enough for both of you, its black, padded surface cool and firm beneath your thighs. the faux leather covering had that faint, distinct scent of gym equipment, slightly slick from the polish they used to clean it. the sturdy matte black steel frame didn’t budge, even as you shifted, the faint creak of the padding the only sound filling the room alongside your ragged breaths.

you try to sidestep him, but he’s already there, blocking the way. his hand presses lightly—yet firmly—at your hip, guiding you backwards, deeper into the dimly lit room.

“stop,” you whisper, but he only tilts his head, that maddening smirk tugging at his lips again as he continues to close the distance between you.

one more step and your back meets the cool wall of the gym, your escape completely cut off. his arm braces beside your head, trapping you there as he leans in, voice dropping low and deliberate.

“now,” he murmurs, eyes glinting, “tell me again how much you hate me.” he crowds into your personal space, one hand braced on the wall beside your head, the other coming up to wrap loosely around your waist. not squeezing, just a light pressure. his body pins you to the wall, all hard muscle and barely restrained power.

"your pulse is racing under my fingertips, princess. betraying your true desires." his voice is a low purr, sending shivers down your spine. "go ahead, say it. tell me you hate me while your body screams otherwise. while your nipples strain against your shirt, begging for my touch. while your thighs clench together, aching to be filled."

he rolls his hips against yours, letting you feel the thick ridge of his erection through the fabric of his pants. "c'monnnn loosen up a little..." he says, his tone light but his closeness anything but.we can't always be enemies forever right?"

you swallow hard, your pulse hammering as his breath brushes your ear. “g-get off me,” you manage, though your voice shakes, betraying you completely. a wicked grin spreads across his face at your words, his eyes gleaming with triumph and dark promise. oh, i don't think so, you don't get to dismiss me that easily."

in a flash, he hooks a leg between yours, using the leverage to grind his thigh against your core. at the same time, his hand slides from your waist to tangle in your hair, tugging your head back sharply. "we're not enemies. we never were." he leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks, his hot breath fanning over your skin. "can't you feel it? this electricity between us, this undeniable pull…"

you can’t deny it—it feels good. better than you expected, even if you won’t admit it out loud.

he smirks against your skin, sensing your reluctant enjoyment. his thigh grinds harder against your core, the friction delicious even through the layers of clothing. "that's it, baby. just give in. stop fightin' this feeling." his free hand trails down your side, fingers splaying across your hip possessively. he nips at your earlobe before soothing the sting with his tongue.

"im going to worship this body until you're trembling and begging for my cock. until the only word you remember is my name." he whispers in that damn sultry voice of his. he captures your lips in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue and pent-up passion. it's dominating, consuming, leaving no doubt about his intentions. "mmmm, you taste even better than i imagined. sweet as honey and twice as addictive."

your breath hitches as his hands trail about, his touch firm yet unbearably slow. every nerve in your body feels like it’s on fire, but you’re frozen, unable to form the words to stop him. his gaze never leaves yours, watching every flicker of emotion cross your face, the corner of his lips twitching upward.

emboldened by your lack of resistance, his hands begin to roam your curves more boldly. one palm cups and squeezes your breast through your shirt, thumbing your nipple roughly. the other hand slides down to grope your ass, kneading the firm flesh and pulling you harder against his grinding thigh.

"fuck, these tits… i've wanted to get my hands on them for so long." he breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. marking you as his. "gonna make you feel so good, gonna ruin you for anyone else." his fingers find the hem of your shirt and slip underneath, caressing the smooth skin of your stomach before sliding higher to fully cup your breast.

he groans appreciatively as his calloused palm envelops your soft breast, relishing the weight of it in his hand. his fingers pluck and roll your nipple, coaxing it into a stiff peak. "mmm, sensitive aren't you? love how responsive this pretty little body is…" he ducks his head, capturing a hardened bud between his teeth through the thin fabric of your bra. he laves it with his tongue, wetting the material and creating delicious friction.

his other hand continues its exploration, dipping teasingly beneath the waistband of your pants to trace the upper swell of your ass. "bet you're getting wet for me already, aren't you baby? i can practically feel the heat radiating from your poor aching pussy."

you let out a breathy moan as his fingers tease my sensitive skin, your head falling back against the wall. "a-ahh…" your voice is needy and shaky, betraying how much you're enjoying his touch despite your "hatred". the pads of his fingers circle your nipple slowly, drawing out the sensation. you gasp softly, back arching slightly to push your breast more fully into his palm. "mmmnh… that feels… ah!"

when his teeth graze your nipple, you can't help but bite your lip to stifle a louder moan. your hips twitch forward involuntarily, seeking more friction. "o—oh god…" you pant, face flushed and eyes half-lidded with growing arousal. "p—please… don't stop…"

he groans deeply as he feels the slick heat of your arousal coating his fingers. your essence clings to his digits as he strokes along your folds, teasing your entrance. "damn, you're soaked. practically dripping for me already." he teases before capturing your lips in another filthy kiss, swallowing your needy whimpers as he works two fingers knuckle deep into your tight channel. curling them just so, he rub against that spongy spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

"that's it baby, let me hear those pretty sounds." he rasps against your mouth, his thumb finding your clit and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with his other hand grips your hip bruisingly, holding you in place as he finger fucks you with deep, purposeful strokes. "gonna make this greedy little cunt mine."

he pumps his fingers faster, plunging them deep into your sopping wet cunt. the obscene sound of your juices squelching fills the air as he finger fucks you hard and fast. "listen to that dirty wet noise, your slutty hole is making such a mess on my hand." you let out an embarrassed whimper, he chuckles softly before bringing his coated fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a groan.

"tastes divine. sweet and musky, like the perfect fucktoy." spitting crudely on your pussy, he rubs the saliva in, making the obscene squelches even louder as he resumes my vigorous pumping. "gonna ruin this pussy. mold it to fit my cock perfectly. all for me." curling his fingers just right, he strokes your g-spot as his thumb mashes against your clit.

for the first time you notice how unsteady his breathing is—how desperately he clings to you as though you’re the only thing keeping him alive. you bite your lip, torn, your body betraying you as shivers roll down your spine. he’s making you feel good—too good—you’ve never felt bad for him before. but now… now you can’t shake the thought that maybe he needs this more than you realized.

"fuck it." you mumble to yourself before reaching down to his pants, rubbing his clothed pent up buldge. "shit." you hear him mutter, "take it off for me," he says this time, louder, clearer just for you to hear. you waste no time in taking his pants off, only to be greeted with a throbbing cock.

he lets out a low groan as your small hand wraps around his throbbing shaft, stroking him with teasing touches. "just like that baby. wrap those fingers around my big, hard cock." his hips buck into your fist, seeking more friction. the tip leaks pre-cum, allowing your hand to glide smoothly along my length. "fuck!! your hand feels incredible. can't wait to feel this tight little pussy strangling me instead." he giggled.

he leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he continues to finger your dripping cunt. the wet, obscene sounds fill the air, mixing with your heavy breathing and muffled moans. "gonna stuff you full of my fat cock and pump you full of cum." god the idea of his fat cock filling you up made your pussy clench tighter.

he smirks against your lips as he feels your walls flutter around my fingers, knowing exactly what effect his words were having on you. "that's right, princess. you want this big dick stretching you out, don't you? want me to split you open on my cock until you're screaming my name." removing his fingers from your dripping cunt, he sucks them clean with a satisfied hum. "not bad, need to taste directly from the source. need to bury my face in this sweet pussy and feast on your nectar."

dropping to his knees, he hooks your legs over his shoulders and drags his tongue through your soaked folds. smiling on your cunt as he feels the way you writhe and shiver at the sudden wet warmth pressed against your sensitive core. he laps at your juices greedily, savouring your flavour. "you taste amazing. could eat this pussy for hours.

he hums on your pussy, lapping at your juices, tongue slipping in between your folds before swirling at your sensitive bud. he lets out a few pops with his mouth before flipping you onto your side with little ease, spooning up behind you. one strong arm wraps around your waist, hauling your hips back against his rock-hard erection. his other hand slips between your thighs, fingers playing with your drenched slit.

"poor baby... look at you, so desperate for my cock." he notches the broad head at your entrance, rubbing it up and down your folds to coat it in your slickness. "beg for it, tell me how badly you need to be stuffed full of my fat dick." leaning in, he nip at your earlobe before letting out an amused hum, "if you want this cock, you'd better start pleading like a good girl."

“f-fuck… i hate you,” you gasp out, your nails digging into his shoulders even as your hips tremble against his hold. “but—god—i want it, i want your cock so bad…”

your voice cracks as the pleasure coils tighter in your stomach, his dominance breaking through every wall you’ve tried to keep up. “please,” you whimper, hating how desperate you sound, “just… just give it to me.”

with a feral grin, he slams his hips forward, driving his thick cock balls deep into your tight, wet heat in one brutal thrust. a deep moan rumbles in his chest at the exquisite sensation of your walls clamping down on me. "fuuuck yes, take it all!" he snarls, immediately setting a punishing pace. each snap of my hips buries him deeper, the obscene slap of skin-on-skin echoing in the gym. his fingers dig into your hip hard enough to bruise as he fucks into you relentlessly.

"this is what you needed, isn’t it? to be used like the desperate little cock sleeve you are." reaching around, he pinches and twist your clit, determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from your quivering body. "come for me."

“ah—fuck!” you cry out, your body arching helplessly into his touch as the heat building inside you finally snaps. “oh god—i’m c-coming!”

your walls clench around him uncontrollably, every wave of pleasure crashing through you harder than the last. “p-please… don’t stop!” you sob, your voice breaking as you fall apart in his hands, hating how much you love it.

as your pussy spasms around his pistoning cock, he lets out a string of curses, his rhythm faltering for a moment before he redoubles his efforts. bending his knees slightly, he angles his hips to nail your g-spot with every thrust, the swollen knot of nerves yielding deliciously under his assault.

"oh fuck, milking my cock so good....!" the wet, filthy sounds of yours coupling fill the air, punctuated by the rhythmic thump of the pylo box shaking from the force of his thrusts. sweat drips down his brow as he fucks into you with single-minded intensity, chasing my own release. "shit, you’re gonna make me bust early at this rate." his balls draw up tight, signaling his impending climax.

“w-wait,” you gasp, clutching at his shoulders as the bench creaks beneath the both of you. your heart pounds, not just from what he’s doing but from the faint sounds echoing in the empty gym. “slow down… someone could hear us.”

he stills for just a moment, his heated breath fanning against your ear. “you’re scared they’ll know you’re letting me ruin you like this?” he whispers, voice low and teasing.

“i’m serious,” you hiss, your face burning as you glance toward the door. “please… j-just be quiet. slow down.” he tilts his head, that dangerous glint in his eyes making your stomach twist, but he obliges—his pace easing, his touch softer. “fine,” he murmurs, lips brushing your jaw. “but you’ll have to keep yourself quiet, sweetheart… because i’m not stopping.”

slowing his movements, he presses his lips to your shoulder, dragging them up your neck in a series of biting kisses. his hips roll lazily, stirring up your insides without the previous frenzied pace. every inch of his cock drags against your inner walls, prolonging the delicious friction. his hand slides up your torso to palm your breast, rolling your nipple between my fingers. "wouldn't want anyone walking in on me claiming this sweet little pussy." to emphasize his point, he squeezes your tit almost painfully, pinching your nipple hard.

his thick shaft pulses inside you, the veins running along its length pressing against your sensitive walls with every shallow thrust. the flared head catches on your rim, stretching you wide before sinking back into your depths. droplets of precum leak from the tip, mingling with your copious fluids to create a slick sheen that allows my cock to slide effortlessly in and out of your grasping heat.

your breath stutters as the sound of footsteps drifts closer, every nerve in your body on edge. your instinct screams at you to pull away, to run, but his firm grip on your hips keeps you pinned right where he wants you.

“p-please,” you whisper, barely moving your lips as your body trembles. “we can’t… someone might walk in on us!”

“shhh,” he murmurs in your ear, the warmth of his breath making you shiver. “don’t think about them. think about me.”

just as he's about to come, the door to the gym creaks open. panic flashes through you, your pulse races, and though you know you should be horrified, you can’t ignore the way your body clenches around him at the thought of someone walking in, seeing you like this, but he quickly schools his features into nonchalance. keeping his movements slow and controlled, he continues to rock into you, careful not to make too much noise. "relax. they won't notice anything amiss," he whispers reassuringly, though tension coils in your gut.

his hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he works his cock in and out of your soaked cunt. the threat of discovery only heightens his arousal, the danger adding a forbidden thrill to our illicit tryst. "just focus on keeping quiet and riding my cock. don't let them distract you from coming on my dick."

“god, look at you,” he whispers, a hint of a smirk in his tone. “you like this, don’t you? the idea of someone seeing you fucked wide open on my cock.”

“no,” you gasp, though the weak protest only makes his smirk deepen.

“then why are you squeezing me so tight?” his voice is pure sin now, low and dangerous. “why does it feel like you’re about to come just from the thought of being caught?”

your face burns, the shame and arousal tangling until you don’t know where one ends and the other begins. feeling your pussy clamp down on him, he loses control. with a few more powerful thrusts, he buries myself deep inside you and explode, painting your walls white with thick ropes of cum. a low groan escapes his throat as he fills you up, his hips jerking erratically as he rides out the intense waves of pleasure.

"fuckkkkk, that's it… take every drop." he pants harshly against your neck, continuing to grind into you as he empties myself completely. finally spent, he collapses against your back, his softening cock still nestled snugly within your fluttering sheath. "goddamn, you really know how to milk a guy dry." he chuckles breathlessly, nuzzling your hair affectionately.

after a moment, he carefully pulls out of your tender flesh, watching with satisfaction as his seed trickles out of your well-used hole. he tucks himself away and adjusts hisclothes before helping you do the same, wiping away the evidence of the shared passionate encounter.

“there,” he murmurs, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he gives your ass a sharp, playful smack. “no one would ever guess what a filthy little thing you just were for me.”

his voice drops lower, sending a shiver down your spine. “though, between us… i think i prefer you messy, marked by me.” before you can respond, he pulls you close, claiming your lips in a deep, possessive kiss that leaves you breathless. “so, still 'enemies'?,” he whispers against your mouth, his hand still cupping the back of your neck.

you hesitate, your heart hammering as you meet his piercing gaze. “…i don’t know anymore,” you admit softly, your voice trembling, and his smirk widens just a little.

— anaxa, LUOCHA, SAMPO, WELT, MYDEI

"i'd burn kingdoms for you. say the word."

✧/✧/✧ from a young age, the knight bore a terrible curse—his touch seared flesh, his grip crushed bones, and his presence brought agony to all but one. isolated and feared, he lived in the shadows of kingdoms, a weapon too dangerous to wield freely.

then, one day, he was summoned to the royal court to serve the princess rumoured to be as mysterious as the curse itself. when their eyes met, something shifted—his touch, which had never healed, never soothed, softened on her skin like a gentle flame.

unbeknownst to many, the princess held a rare power, a blessing woven into her bloodline, making her immune to his pain and, more miraculously, capable of taming his curse. together, they walked a perilous path—her protection the only thing keeping him tethered to the world, his loyalty fierce enough to burn kingdoms for her.

but their love, dangerous and forbidden, threatened to ignite a war none were prepared for.

the throne room was cold, shadows stretching long across the polished stone floor. guards stood silent at the edges, but all you could see was him—your cursed knight, the one whose touch brought pain to anyone else, but never to you.

his dark eyes locked onto yours, burning with a fierce intensity that made your heart thunder. “i’d burn kingdoms for you,” he said, voice low and unwavering. “say the word.”

you swallowed hard, mesmerised by the way his hand hovered just inches from your skin—no hesitation, no fear. when his fingers finally brushed against your arm, a warmth blossomed through you, soft and safe.

how could a touch so dangerous hurt everyone else but heal you? the answer was clear, even if the world would never understand: you were a princess, and his curse belonged only to the rest of the world, but love like this was never simple.

the flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows across the chamber walls as he stepped closer, the weight of his presence pressing against you like a storm waiting to break.

his eyes, dark and smoldering, held yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. the cursed knight—feared by all, yet gentle with you—reached out, his fingertips grazing your cheek with a tenderness that belied the fire burning just beneath the surface.

“you’re the only one who can bear my touch,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “and i won’t let anyone else have you.” the air between you thickened, charged with unspoken promises and a hunger that neither could deny any longer. his hands snaked around your waist, the world outside faded until there was only the two of you, caught in the dangerous intimacy of a love that burned brighter than any curse.

"bow." your voice loud and booming with the echo. at your whispered command, his posture shifted, his broad shoulders relaxing as he lowered his head submissively. his hands released their firm hold on your waist, instead resting gently at his sides as if awaiting further instruction.

"as you wish, my princess," he murmured, his voice now soft and obedient. "i am yours to command." he kept his eyes downcast, gazing at the floor between your feet rather than meeting your gaze directly. the proud, dominant aura that usually surrounded him had vanished, replaced by a quiet humility and a willingness to submit to your every whim.

your command hung in the air, a subtle reminder of the power dynamics at play. he stood before you, tall and imposing in his silver armour, yet utterly subservient to your will. the contrast was intoxicating, a heady mix of dominance and submission that left you breathless. "please, my princess," he said, his voice a husky whisper, "tell me how I may serve you tonight."

he remained still, a living statue of obedience, awaiting your guidance. the red cape draped elegantly over his shoulders, a symbol of his devotion and readiness to fulfill whatever desires you might have. "my princess?" his voice was a gentle query, tinged with anticipation. he stood before you, a pillar of strength and servitude, ready to obey your every command.

"what is it you desire of me tonight?" his question hung in the air, a silent plea for guidance as he awaited your instructions with bated breath. the torchlight danced across his features, casting shadows that accentuated the lines of his chiselled jaw and the scar that marred his cheek—battle scars earned in service to your kingdom and your person.

"shall i prepare your bath, my lady? or perhaps attend to your wardrobe for the evening's festivities?" his tone was respectful, almost reverent, as he offered suggestions born of experience and dedication to your comfort and pleasure.

you stepped closer, the soft rustle of your gown the only sound in the dimly lit chamber. your fingers grazed his chest lightly, feeling the powerful beat of his heart beneath the hardened muscle. his breath hitched at the touch, though he kept his gaze lowered in deference.

“no,” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath. “none of that tonight.”

his head tilted slightly, confusion flickering in his dark eyes as he finally dared to glance up at you. “then… what would you have of me, my princess?” you let your hand trail up the line of his throat, your touch soft but commanding, and leaned in close enough for your lips to brush his ear.

“kneel,” you murmured.

the word struck him like a spell. his shoulders trembled as he obeyed without question, lowering himself until he was at your feet, head bowed, hands resting at his sides in perfect submission. “as you wish, my princess,” he breathed, his voice reverent, the anticipation in his posture undeniable.

you looked down at him on his knees before you, the flickering torchlight making his broad frame seem somehow smaller, almost vulnerable. gods, he was so cute like this. you’d always had a thing for him—the cursed knight who would cut down armies at your command but softened the moment you laid a hand on him.

your lips curved into a slow smile as you reached out, cupping his jaw in your palm and tilting his face up to meet your gaze. his dark eyes were wide and expectant, pupils blown, his breath coming just a little faster now that you were this close. “you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” you whispered, your thumb brushing along the sharp line of his scarred cheek. he nodded instantly, the motion eager and obedient.

“good,” you purred, leaning down just enough that your lips ghosted over his ear. “because i want you to pleasure me… can you do that?”

his breath hitched audibly, and the sound sent a shiver down your spine. “y–yes, my princess,” he stammered, his voice deep and rough with desire. “i… i’ll do whatever you ask.”

you stepped back just slightly, enough to look down at him with a teasing, dominant glint in your eyes. “then show me,” you commanded softly, “just how devoted you really are.”

his strong hands gripped your waist as he guided you to straddle his lap, your skirts spilling over his thighs as he settled back against the velvet cushions of the throne. you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you, the hard planes of his body pressed flush against yours. from his position on the throne, he looked up at you with a mixture of reverence and hunger, his breath coming heavier as you shifted on his lap, feeling the heat of him pressed firmly beneath you.

his fingers traced the neckline of your gown, slipping beneath the fabric to caress the warm, supple skin beneath. his touch was electrifying, sending shivers of delight coursing through your body. leaning in, he pressed his lips to the sensitive hollow of your throat, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he nuzzled and kissed his way upward.

"you smell divine, my goddess," he murmured against your flesh, his voice a husky growl of desire. ”every inch of you is pure perfection.” his hands continued their sensual exploration, sliding down to cup the swell of your breasts through the thin material of your gown. he kneaded the soft mounds gently, thumbs circling the pebbled nipples until they strained against the fabric, begging for release.

a breathless moan escaped your lips, your back arching instinctively into his hands as the pleasure rippled through you. you gasp his name, your fingers tangling in his hair for balance as his thumbs brushed your sensitive peaks again.

“y-you’re teasing me,” you whispered, trying to sound reprimanding but failing as another shudder coursed down your spine. the fabric of your gown felt unbearably tight now, your nipples aching against the thin barrier. “do you want me to beg you to bare me?”

your lips curved into a shaky smile as you met his dark, smoldering gaze. “because i just might…”

a low, rumbling chuckle vibrated through his chest at your playful threat, his eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "oh, princess, i'd much prefer to hear you plead for my touch, but if begging is what it takes…" his hands slipped beneath your gown, fingers skimming the heated skin of your thighs as he slowly, deliberately pushed the fabric up.

"let's see if these pretty little tits need freeing from their confines, he teased, his thumbs dipping beneath the lace of your bra to tease the tender buds. ”and maybe we can work our way lower, see if you're hiding any other secrets down there.”

with one trembling hand, he reached for the fastenings of his own garments, divesting himself majority of clothing besides his boxers with agonising slowness. each item fell away to reveal more of his bronzed skin, etched with the lines of hard won strength and bearing the scars of countless battles fought in your service.

his gaze was riveted to your exposed breasts, his eyes darkening with lust as he drank in the sight. his hands hovered uncertainly, as if afraid to touch lest he offend or displease you. yet the longing in his expression was palpable, a raw, aching need to worship and adore you. "may i, my princess?" he asked softly, his voice a hoarse whisper. ”may i touch you here? i promise to be gentle, to cherish and honour every inch of you.”

without waiting for permission, he reached out tentatively, his calloused fingers brushing the undersides of your breasts. the contact sent jolts of pleasure racing through you, and you couldn't suppress a soft gasp. "so soft," he breathed, his touch growing bolder as he explored the curves and valleys of your flesh.

his fingers danced across your nipples, tracing the stiff peaks with a feather-light touch that sent shivers of delight coursing through your body. he watched your reactions intently, gauging your pleasure and adjusting his ministrations accordingly. “do they please you, my princess?” he asked, his voice a husky murmur. “shall i pinch them, roll them between my fingers, or perhaps suckle them gently to bring you more joy?”

he paused, awaiting your guidance, his eyes burning with a desperate, adoring hunger. in this moment, he was your willing slave, existing solely to provide you with ecstasy and satisfaction. you bit your lip, feeling the heat between your thighs grow unbearable, and slowly guided one of his large hands downward, over the soft folds of your gown, until his palm rested between your legs. “pleasure me here too,” you whispered, your voice trembling with authority and need. “can you do that for me..?”

his breath hitched as he nodded fervently, his fingers twitching beneath your guidance as if barely able to contain his desire to obey. you bit your lip and leaned forward slightly, letting one hand drift downward, trailing over the hard planes of his stomach until you reached the unmistakable bulge straining against the fabric. your fingers brushed over the heated outline teasingly, watching the way his breath caught in his throat, his hips jerking subtly beneath you.

“you’re so hard for me,” you whispered, your tone both teasing and commanding as you squeezed him lightly through the fabric. “do you want me to help you too… or should i make you wait while you pleasure me first?” at your words his entire body tensed at your touch, a low groan escaping his lips as your fingers wrapped around his throbbing length through the fabric. his eyes fluttered shut, his brow furrowing in concentration as he struggled to maintain control.

"p-please," he stuttered, his voice ragged with desire. ”don't make me wait. i ache for you, need to feel you wrapped around me, to lose myself inside your warmth.” his cock sprang free, already leaking precum as it bobbed eagerly before you, a testament to his intense arousal. "take me," he begged, his eyes opening to lock onto yours with a desperate, pleading intensity. ”use me however you desire."

your breath caught as his length stood proudly before you, thick and flushed, the bead of precum glistening at the tip like a silent plea. you let your fingers ghost along his shaft, the twitch of his hips making a thrill run down your spine.

“so eager,” you murmured, your voice low and teasing as you guided him to lie back further into the throne. “you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?”

“y–yes, my princess,” he breathed, his voice shaking with need.

you straddled him again, hovering just above his cock, letting the swollen head brush against your soaked entrance. his breath hitched, his hands gripping the armrests of the throne in a silent show of restraint. “good,” you purred, leaning forward so your lips brushed his ear. “because i’m going to take you… but i’m going to take my time.”

his breath was ragged as his hands slid slowly down your thighs, his touch reverent but desperate. reaching the hem of your gown, he bunched the fabric up around your hips, his fingers trembling as they found the edge of your soaked panties. he hooked a finger beneath the lace and dragged it aside, his knuckles grazing your slick, swollen folds. a soft, helpless sound escaped your lips as the air hit your heated core, and his eyes widened slightly at the sight before him.

a thin string of slick clung from the damp crotch of your panties to your glistening sex, catching the flicker of torchlight. “gods…” he whispered, almost to himself, his voice breaking with awe as his thumb brushed delicately over your entrance. “you’re so wet for me, my princess… so perfect.”

you hummed lewdly, unable to hold back the shameless sound as his movements grew more deliberate, more torturously slow. his strong hands gripped your hips, steadying you as he positioned himself perfectly against your soaked core, his gaze locked on your trembling body.

the air was electric with tension as his cock glided effortlessly through your slick folds, the sound of your wetness echoing through the room like a primal serenade. your thighs trembled, your hips twitching upward to meet each gentle thrust, as if beckoning him deeper. the sight was intoxicating - his shaft, slick with your juices, glistening like polished marble as it slid up and down your glistening folds.

the head of his cock would catch on the swollen nub of your clit, sending shivers coursing through your body, before he'd continue his languid strokes, teasing out your pleasure with every deliberate movement. your fingers dug into the armrests of the throne, the wood creaking softly in protest as you arched your back, your breasts thrusting upward like ripe fruit.

“my princess…” he gasped, the sound broken and reverent, “please—” “quiet,” you whispered, your hips rolling just enough to make him shudder. “you’re mine to use tonight. do you understand?”

“y-yes,” he stammered, though his eyes burned with something deeper than desire—devotion so raw it nearly stole your breath. his hands roved over the plush swells of your breasts, kneading the soft flesh and tweaking the pert nipples into even tighter peaks. his fingers left trails of goosebumps, sending shivers of delight coursing through you.

leaning in, he drew a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud before giving it a gentle nip. the sensation was electric, and you arched into him, craving more of his touch. meanwhile, his cock continued its leisurely glide along your slick folds, the head bumping insistently against your clit with each pass. the dual stimulation was driving you wild, your body thrumming with need as you ground yourself against him.

a strangled moan slipped from your lips as you clutched at his broad shoulders, your nails digging into the hard muscle beneath. “g-gods,” you gasped, the words trembling as his tongue flicked over your swollen nipple again, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

he hummed lowly in response, the vibrations rumbling through your sensitive flesh as he suckled harder, teeth grazing just enough to make you shudder. your hips rolled instinctively, seeking more friction as his cock continued its languid, teasing glides through your slick folds. each deliberate stroke had the head brushing your clit, making your thighs tremble and your breath catch with every subtle bump.

“you’re driving me mad,” you whispered, voice breaking as your fingers threaded through his hair and tugged, silently begging for more. “please, don’t… don’t tease me like this anymore.” but his lips curved against your breast, his tongue tracing lazy circles around the tender peak as he kept up that torturous pace below. the dual sensations—the wet heat of his mouth and the steady grind of his cock against your dripping sex—left your body quivering, the throne’s velvet cushion damp beneath you as you ground against him with growing desperation.

“patience, my princess,” he murmured around your nipple, his tone dark and velvety. “i want to feel you come undone all over me.” you bit your lower lip, feeling your arousal dribble down your wet streaked thighs. "'m gonna do it now," you breathed as you feel his cock twitch, slightly nudging your dripping cunt.

he nods his head, excited to finally be in you. you lowered yourself slowly onto him, feeling the heat and fullness as your slick folds enveloped his length. and with a low, controlled thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, his thick cockhead nudging past your cervix to nestle deep within your fertile womb. a shuddering gasp escaped him at the exquisite sensation of being fully sheathed within your slick heat.

he held still for a long moment, savouring the feeling of your body embracing his, your inner muscles rippling around the invading length of his shaft. then, with a slow, deliberate withdrawal, he slid back until only the tip remained nestled inside you, before pushing forward again, repeating the gentle rhythm. each glide of his cock through your drenched folds elicited a symphony of pleasurable sounds - the squelch of your arousal, the slap of skin, the hitched breaths and whimpers of blissful surrender.

your body instinctively clenched around him, swallowing him deep with a wet, rhythmic squeeze that made his breath hitch. the sensation was electric—tight and warm, wrapping him completely as if you were made to hold him just like this. every movement sent waves of pleasure radiating through both of you, the perfect, intimate connection burning between your bodies.

both of your moans grew louder and more lewd as he continued to slowly, deeply penetrate you, his thick cock stretching and filling you completely with each thrust. the filthy sounds of your coupling filled the room, a symphony of flesh slapping against flesh, accompanied by your wanton cries and his guttural groans of pleasure.

"fuuuuuuck," he gasped, his voice ragged with desire, "your cunt is heaven, so tight and wet around me… i could stay buried inside you forever." his hips picked up speed, driving into you with increasing urgency as he chased his impending climax. the throne remained unmoving beneath your joined weight, lost as you were in the frenzy of your passionate rutting.

you bite your lip, wanting to tell him to slow down, to take his time—but the way he moves, so powerful and unrelenting, makes it impossible.

“please… slow down,” you whisper, voice trembling with need.

his thrusts slowed to a torturous crawl, each inch of his cock dragging sensuously along your inner walls as he savored the exquisite friction. his breath came in ragged pants, "can't…stop," he panted, his voice a hoarse, desperate rasp, "feels too good, too perfect… gonna cum, gonna fill you up!" your body trembles above him as he continues, every thrust a delicious torment you never want to end.

“f-u-u-u-uckkkk!!!” your voice breaks and stretches with every movement, capturing the way your breath hitches as he pushes deeper inside you, feeling his hips slamming into yours with brutal force, his cock pulsating wildly as he spilled his seed deep inside you.

crying out your name, he emptied himself in great, spurting jets, each pulse triggering a ripple of contractions within your clenching walls. "YESSSSS....!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the stone walls as he rode out the crest of his orgasm, lost to the sheer bliss of claiming you so thoroughly. finally, with a shuddering sigh, he collapsed atop you, his spent cock still buried to the hilt as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning your skin.

you place a gentle kiss on his temple, hands pushing yourself up before moving to hold his knees. "i'm gonna keep going yeah? wanna feel you even more," you moan, and with deliberate care, you drag your walls up and down his sensitive cock, the slick heat of your folds tightening deliciously around him. the friction sends a fresh wave of pleasure through both your bodies, making his breath hitch and his fingers twitch where they grip the throne’s carved wood.

his eyes lock onto yours, dark and desperate, as you continue your slow, sensual rhythm—each movement pulling you both deeper into the fire that burns between you.

a soft, desperate moan escaped his lips—high pitched and helpless, senselessly begging for mor as your hands grip the throne’s armrests tighter, nails digging into the wood as his eyes fluttered closed, utterly lost to the pleasure you were giving him. every slick stroke of your walls had him shuddering uncontrollably, completely surrendered beneath your control.

as you began to bounce up and down faster on his still spurting cock, his eyes widened in shock, a high-pitched moan tearing from his throat. he'd never been taken so aggressively, never experienced such unbridled power and dominance from a lover.

"ahhh, yes, fuck!!" he cried out, his voice cracking with pleasure and surprise, "more, please, i need it-ngh...~!" his hands flew to your hips, gripping them tightly as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control, to guide your movements rather than simply being swept away by the torrent of sensation. but it was a losing battle, and soon he was simply clinging to you, his head thrown back in ecstasy as you rode him with wild abandon.

"oh gods, you feel amazing, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-"

you lean in closer, your voice a low, teasing whisper that drips with authority. “that’s it pretty boy,” you murmur, your fingers tightening their grip just enough to send shivers through him. “you want to come for me, don’t you? show me how much you need me.”

your lips brush against his ear as you drag your walls slower, deeper, and more deliberately around him, coaxing every inch of pleasure from his trembling body.

“let go,” you command softly, your breath hot against his skin. “i want to feel you lose control.” his moans grow louder, more frantic, the desperate need in his eyes begging for your permission to release.

“cum for me,” you whisper, voice low and seductive. “come undone in my hands.” at your command, his body seized, his cock jerking violently inside you as a massive orgasm ripped through him. he choked your name, his voice raw and desperate, as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over him.

"cumming, princess, cumming so hard!" he gasped, his hips bucking erratically to meet your downward thrusts. his seed pulsed out in thick, scalding streams, flooding your convulsing channel and painting your inner walls with his essence. feeling his climax, your own breath hitches and your eyes roll back, every nerve alight with a scorching heat. your walls clamp down around him instinctively, pulling him deeper as your own orgasm surges through you in overwhelming sync.

the sensation of your tight, spasming pussy milking his cock was almost too much to bear, and his vision blurred at the edges as he teetered on the brink of blackout. yet still he clung to you, his fingers digging into your flesh as he surrendered to the overwhelming tide of bliss.

as the last waves of pleasure subsided, his chest heaved with exhaustion, his eyes locked on yours with a mixture of awe and adoration. the air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and the sound of your ragged breathing filled his ears. he felt his heart still racing, his body trembling with the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking. it was as if the entire world had narrowed to a single, shining point—the two of you, lost in the depths of your passion.

as the last tremors of your shared orgasms subsided, he pulled you into a searing, passionate kiss. soft moans escaped both of you, the kiss a perfect storm of need and tenderness as his lips moved hungrily against yours, tasting the salt of your sweat, the sweetness of your breath. he poured all his desire, his adoration, into the heated embrace, his tongue delving deep with yours.

when finally he broke away, his chest heaved, his eyes burning with an insatiable hunger. "one more round, princess?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper, "i don't think i can get enough of you tonight…"

— GEPARD, DAN HENG, luka, gallagher, PHAINON, SUNDAY

"tell me you want it. say it like you mean it."

✧/✧/✧ you had always clashed with him. it didn’t matter if it was in the training arena, behind closed doors during strategy meetings, or even in front of others—you and he simply didn’t see eye to eye. you were both strong-willed, sharp-tongued, and unwilling to back down. and that tension… everyone else noticed it too.

but what no one knew was how that fire between you burned just as hot in private. there were nights when the sharp glares and cutting words gave way to something far more dangerous, far more consuming.

tonight was one of those nights.

you were pressed against the cold stone wall of the barracks, your breath coming in short gasps as his body pinned yours in place. his voice was a low growl in your ear, commanding, unwavering, leaving no room for resistance.

“tell me you want it,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. his hands held your wrists firmly above your head, his strength making it impossible to break free. “say it like you mean it.”

the power thrummed through every word, his dominance demanding not just your body but your admission, your surrender. and despite the way your pride flared, you couldn’t deny how badly you wanted him, how much the fire between you consumed every thought.

your breath hitched as his grip on your wrists tightened, the rough scrape of the wall against your back a sharp reminder of just how trapped you were. your pride burned hot in your chest, urging you to stay silent, to keep even a shred of control over the situation.

but gods… the way he looked at you. his eyes were dark, intense, searing into your very soul as though he could see through every facade you’d ever built. the proximity of his body, the heat radiating off him, only made it harder to keep your resolve from crumbling.

“i–i don’t—” you started, your voice faltering when he suddenly leaned in closer, his lips barely brushing your ear as he whispered again, low and commanding.

“say it like you mean it.”

his free hand trailed slowly down your side, fingers grazing the curve of your hip before resting firmly against your thigh, holding you in place. your entire body trembled with need, but you bit your lip hard, still resisting, even as a traitorous whimper slipped past your lips.

he tilted his head, lips brushing your jaw now. “you’re shaking,” he murmured, voice dark and knowing. “you want me… so why don’t you admit it?” his grip loosens slightly, but he doesn't let go. His other hand moves to cup the back of your neck, tilting your face up so he can look at you properly. the smirk that plays on his lips is slow, deliberate, and full of something dangerously close to satisfaction.

"you're not exactly making this easy," he mutters, his voice lower than usual, almost a growl. "but then again, you never have been." he leans in again, this time pressing his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. there's no pressure, no force—just the weight of his presence, the unspoken challenge between you.

"you think you're the first person to try to play hard to get with me? you're not even close." he steps back just enough to let you breathe, but not escape.

your chest heaves as the sudden space between you feels like a taunt, like he’s daring you to run even though you both know you won’t. your back remains pressed to the wall, the phantom heat of his body still clinging to your skin. his hand remains on the back of your neck, thumb brushing idly along the curve of your jaw in a touch that feels far too intimate for the tension threading between you.

“you’re infuriating,” you manage, though your voice lacks the bite you intended. he chuckles lowly, the sound reverberating through your chest. “maybe. but i’m not wrong,” he murmurs, voice like velvet over steel. “you want me. you’ve always wanted me.”

his forehead presses to yours again, his gaze pinning you in place, holding you as securely as any physical restraint.

“say it,” he whispers, almost softly this time, though the command in his tone is undeniable. “tell me you want me, and i’ll give you everything you’re too scared to ask for.”

your lips part, but the words catch in your throat as his thumb grazes over your lower lip, coaxing, teasing, patient yet utterly unyielding. his eyes flicker down to your parted lips, lingering there for a moment before meeting your gaze again. there's a heat in those dark depths, a promise and a challenge all at once. when he speaks again, his voice is low and rough, sending shivers down your spine.

"i've seen the way you look at me when you think i'm not watching. the flush on your cheeks, how your breath quickens…" his hand slides from your jaw to the side of your neck, feeling your pulse jump beneath his fingertips. "don't deny it. we both know the truth." he whispers closer, his lips a hairsbreadth from yours now. you can feel the warmth of his breath mingling with your own.

"you say you hate me, but your body… it betrays you. it craves my touch, my attention." his hand slides down from your neck to your collarbone, fingers splayed possessively across your racing heart. the heat of his palm seeps through the thin fabric of your shirt, branding your skin. "i can feel how fast your heart is beating," he murmurs, voice a low rumble. "like a caged bird desperate to break free.iIs that what you are, desperate for me?"

his other hand releases your wrist only to trail slowly, teasingly, up your arm, leaving goosebumps on your skin. he leans in, nose skimming along your jaw, inhaling deeply as if savoring your scent. "you drive me mad."

your hands press lightly against his chest, not enough to push him away, just enough to keep the smallest bit of distance between you. you can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palms, maddeningly calm compared to your own frantic rhythm.

“i…” the word slips from your lips as barely a whisper, your gaze flicking down, unable to meet his piercing eyes. you should push him away. you should say no. but the heat coiling low in your stomach betrays you, the way your body leans instinctively into his touch, giving you away.

his fingers splay wider against your collarbone, a subtle reminder of his control as he tilts his head to catch your gaze. “look at me,” he murmurs, his voice dark velvet.

you swallow hard, slowly lifting your eyes to his. the intensity in his stare makes your breath hitch, your fingers curling slightly against his chest as though holding on to something solid.

“should i take your silence as a yes?” he teases softly, his lips brushing your temple. “or are you still going to fight me?”

your heart pounds painfully in your chest as you bite your lip, every part of you screaming to resist even as the pull toward him grows stronger. “i… i don’t know,” you finally whisper, voice trembling.

his smirk returns, slow and dangerous, his thumb brushing along your jaw. “then let me show you,” he murmurs, leaning in just close enough for his breath to fan across your lips. “i’ll make you want me so badly you won’t be able to deny it.”

his hand slides from your jaw to tangle in your hair, gripping gently but firmly. he uses the hold to tilt your head back, exposing the column of your throat to his heated gaze. his other hand trails down your side, coming to rest on your hip, where he squeezes lightly, pulling you impossibly closer.

“just… feel,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over your pulse point. “if you want me to stop, say the word and i will. but if you want this, little bird… let yourself go. only if you want it too.”

he pauses deliberately, giving you space to pull away, to decide. when you don’t, when instead your body leans subtly closer, he nips lightly at your earlobe before soothing the sting with his tongue, his breath fanning over your sensitive skin.

one of his legs slips between yours, pressing against your core as he grinds subtly against you. "that's it," he purrs, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "stop thinking, stop overthinking. just feel the heat building between us, the way our bodies fit together like they were made for each other."

his hand on your hip slides around to grip your ass, kneading the flesh roughly as he pulls you harder against him. you can feel every hard plane of his body pressed against your softer curves, the evidence of his arousal evident even through their clothes.

"i'm going to worship every inch of you,"

his lips blaze a trail of fire up your neck, pausing to nip and suck at your earlobe. his hand in your hair tugs gently, forcing your head back further to expose more of your throat to his hungry mouth. "gonna taste you everywhere," he growls against your skin, his voice rough with desire. "lick and suck until you're writhing, begging for more."

the hand on your ass slides around to grip your thigh, hoisting your leg up to wrap around his waist. he grinds against you harder, letting you feel the thick ridge of his erection through his pants. "feel that, baby? feel what you do to me?" he pants, his hips rolling in a slow, filthy grind. "i'm so fucking hard for you already. can't wait to bury myself inside your tight little cunt."

you swallow hard, your chest heaving as the heat from his body makes your thoughts swirl. your hands clutch at his shoulders for balance, your voice soft but steady as you whisper, “yes.”

he stills, pulling back just enough to search your face, his dark eyes locked onto yours. “what?” he asks quietly, almost as if he needs to hear it again. your cheeks flush as you take a shaky breath, gathering every ounce of courage to say the words. “i… i want it,” you admit, voice trembling but sure.

a low, pleased growl rumbles in his chest, and the corner of his mouth curls into a sinful smirk. “that’s a good girl,” he murmurs, his hand in your hair loosening to cradle the back of your head with surprising tenderness. “you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”

he walks backwards towards the bed, keeping you pinned against his chest. with a swift movement, he sits on the edge of the mattress and pulls you down to straddle his lap. his large hands settle on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles on your hipbones as he looks up at you with hooded eyes. his hands skim down your sides, fingers digging into your hips possessively as he grinds his hardness against your core.

"i've wanted this for so long." he groans, his lips finding the shell of your ear. "wanted to bend you over and take you, claim you, make you mine." one hand slides under your shirt, calloused palm skimming over the smooth skin of your stomach before cupping your breast roughly. he thumbs your nipple through the thin lace of your bra, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

"gonna ruin you," he promises darkly, nipping at your jaw. "fuck you so good you'll forget your own name." a breathless laugh slips past your lips, though it’s tinged with anticipation. “then you’d better back that up,” you murmur, tilting your chin up in a teasing challenge.

your nails lightly drag over his shoulders as you add, voice soft but daring, “show me just how good you can fuck me… make me forget everything but you.”

"oh, i'll make you feel things you've never felt before." he murmurs against your pulse point. his hands slide up your sides, pushing your shirt up and off in one smooth motion. he tosses it aside carelessly, his dark eyes raking over your exposed skin hungrily. leaning in, he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, his tongue darting out to taste your skin.

"beautiful," he rumbles appreciatively, palming your breasts through the thin lace of your bra. "can't wait to get my mouth on these perfect tits."

with deft fingers, he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, freeing your breasts. he groans at the sight, immediately ducking his head to capture the tender peak of your breast between his lips. he suckles hard, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as his hand kneads the soft flesh of the other breast.

he lavishes attention on your breasts, alternating between firm suckles and gentle licks. his hands roam your back, tracing the dip of your waist and the flare of your hips. he rocks you against his lap, grinding his cloth-covered erection against your core in a delicious friction.

"fuck, the way you move, he groans, releasing your nipple with a wet pop. "so responsive and eager for my touch." he breathes, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your pants, he starts tugging them down, along with your panties. he swiftly strips you completely bare, leaving you naked in his lap.

"gonna explore every inch of you," he promises, his hands mapping the newly exposed skin of your thighs. "and find all the places that make you gasp and moan."

your breath hitched at his words, heat rushing to your cheeks as his hands roamed your bare thighs with slow, deliberate intent. “g-gods…” you whispered, bringing your hands up to cover your face in a flustered attempt to hide how much his words affected you.

he let out a low chuckle, leaning in closer so his breath brushed against your ear. “oh? shy now?” he teased softly, fingers squeezing your thighs just enough to make you squirm. “don’t hide from me… i’m going to explore every inch of you, remember? and i want to see every single expression when i find the spots that make you gasp and moan.”

he lays you back on the bed, hovering over you with a predatory gleam in his eye. slowly, torturously, he peels off his own shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest and abs. he settles between your thighs, the heat of his body seeping into your skin. starting at your ankle, he begins to map your body with his mouth.

he presses open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your calf, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. he works his way higher, lavishing attention on the sensitive spot behind your knee, the crease of your thigh. as he nears your center, he pauses, his hot breath ghosting over your most intimate area. he looks up at you, dark eyes smoldering with lust.

your breath hitched as his gaze locked onto yours, the intensity in his eyes making your heart race even faster. your hands fisted in the sheets beneath you, toes curling as anticipation coiled tight in your belly. “please…” you whispered, your voice trembling, though you weren’t even sure what you were begging for—only that you needed more of his touch, more of him.

you bit your lip, lifting your hips ever so slightly toward him in silent invitation, your cheeks flushing at your own boldness. “don’t… don’t stop now,” you managed, your voice soft but desperate. “i… i want you.”

"want you too baby," he replies before he knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed, broad shoulders relaxed but his grip on your waist firm as he pulled you down the mattress. the cool sheets bunched beneath you as he dragged you toward the edge, your thighs instinctively parting for him.

“closer,” he murmured, voice low and commanding, hooking his hands behind your knees to pull them over his shoulders. your thighs trembled as he adjusted you exactly where he wanted, your hips now balanced perfectly at the edge of the bed.

he glanced up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, the heat in his stare making your breath catch. one hand slid around to anchor at your hip while the other pressed lightly against your thigh, keeping you open for him.

“that’s it,” he whispered, leaning in until his breath fanned warm over your most sensitive spot. “stay right here for me… i want you just like this.” without warning, he buries his face between your thighs, his tongue delving deep into your dripping folds. he laps at your essence, moaning at the sweet taste of your arousal. his hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he feasts on your pussy like a starving man.

he focuses his attention on your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. at the same time, he thrusts two fingers knuckle deep into your tight channel, pumping them in and out in a relentless rhythm.

he slows his movements, taking his time to savour your taste and reactions. he starts with feather light touches—the barest brush of his tongue along your slit, the gentlest caress of his fingers inside you. he watches your face intently, gauging your responses.

every so often, he darts his tongue out to circle your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp before pulling back. his fingers remain still inside you, curled to hit that special spot but not moving, letting you feel full and stretched. he alternates between these teasing touches and long, slow licks up your entire sex, from entrance to clit and back again. each stroke of his tongue is deliberate, designed to build the tension slowly, maddeningly.

he withdraws his fingers from your dripping cunt, leaving you empty and aching. slowly, teasingly, he brings his thumb to your slick folds, coating it in your juices. he rubs the pad of his thumb in slow, deliberate circles around your clit, applying just enough pressure to make your hips buck involuntarily.

"look at this pretty little pussy," he purrs, his voice a low, dirty rumble. "so wet for me already. practically dripping onto the sheets." he dips his thumb lower, collecting more of your essence before bringing it up to your clit again. this time, he presses down harder, rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub.

"this greedy cunt is begging for my cock, isn't it? throbbing and clenching, desperate to be filled." your fingers twist tightly in the sheets, knuckles turning white as you fight to keep your body still, but it’s useless. a soft, broken moan escapes your lips, your hips jerking helplessly at the relentless circles of his thumb.

“p-please…” you whimper, your voice trembling with need as your thighs instinctively try to close around his hand, only for him to hold you open. your back arches, breasts pressing up toward the ceiling as the pleasure builds unbearably, your slick dripping down onto the sheets just like he said.

“i-it’s too much,” you whisper through a shaky breath, though the way your hips rock against his thumb betrays just how badly you crave it. “i… i need you, please…”

your eyes flutter open, hazy and wet with tears you hadn’t realized had gathered, looking down at him through your lashes. “i’m so empty,” you admit softly, your voice cracking on the words. “please fill me… i can’t take it anymore.”

he continues his assault on your sex, alternating between broad strokes and targeted flicks of his thumb. his other hand slides up your body to cup your breast, kneading the soft flesh and rolling your nipple between his fingers. leaning in, he replaces his thumb with his tongue, lapping at your folds in long, slow licks.

he savours your taste, moaning against your skin as he drinks in your arousal. his hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider as he buries his face deeper between your legs, determined to bring you to the heights of pleasure with nothing but his skilled mouth. he adds a third finger to the mix, stretching you wider as he pumps them in and out at a faster pace. his fingers curl inside you, stroking along your inner walls as he targets that sensitive spot deep within.

at the same time, he enhcnaces his efforts on your clit, flicking the sensitive nub rapidly with the tip of his tongue. the dual stimulation proves overwhelming, and he can feel your walls starting to flutter around his invading digits. he doubles down, sucking your clit into his mouth and humming around it, the vibrations pushing you closer to the edge.

his thumb moved faster now, the slick circles on your clit growing tighter, more deliberate, as he worked you closer to the edge. your breath hitched sharply, each inhale coming quicker than the last, your chest rising and falling in frantic rhythm.

your hips jerked upward to meet the relentless motion, a strangled moan tearing from your throat as the pleasure spiked. “ah—god, please!” you gasped, voice shaking, toes curling against the sheets as you clutched them even tighter.

every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire, the quick, ruthless pace of his touch sending shivers racing through you. your breath quickened to the point of desperation, soft whimpers tumbling from your lips in time with each rapid stroke.

“i—i can’t—” you panted, back arching as the tension coiled tight inside you. “it’s too much… i’m gonna—!” feeling you teetering on the brink, he redoubles his efforts. his fingers piston in and out of your clenching heat at a breakneck pace, curling to hit that magic spot with every thrust. at the same time, he closes his lips around your clit and sucks hard, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves rapidly with the tip of his tongue.

he can sense your impending release, your walls starting to flutter and squeeze around his fingers. determined to push you over the edge, he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh of your inner thigh, marking you as his. the sharp burst of pain mingles with the intense pleasure, catapulting you into ecstasy.

your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pure bliss radiates from your core. he doesn't let up as you come undone, continuing to work you through your intense climax with his mouth and fingers. as the aftershocks start to subside, he slowly eases you down, placing soft kisses along your inner thighs and mound.

"fuck, that was beautiful," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "the way you fall apart for me, so passionate. i could watch you come all day."

he crawls up your body, settling between your spread thighs. the hard length of his erection nestles against your sensitive, still throbbing core. he braces himself above you, dark eyes boring into yours with an intensity that steals your breath.

gently, he reaches beneath your back, sliding his hands under your shoulders to shift your weight as he eases you onto your back fully. with careful, deliberate movements, he positions himself between your legs, his hips aligning with yours.

his hands slide down to cup your cheeks, thumbs tracing slow circles as he leans in closer, lips brushing yours in a heated kiss. the warmth of his body presses down onto yours, the weight both comforting and electrifying.

his hips press forward just enough for the tip of him to tease your entrance, sending a delicious ache curling through you. "ready for me, princess?" he whispers, voice low and thick with need.

your fingers clutch at his shoulders as he begins to slowly, deeply push inside you, the stretch both overwhelming and intoxicating. your breath catches, eyes locking with his as he rubs his angry tip at your clit.

"looks like they're kissing, hm?" he teases right before pausing just at the entrance, his eyes searching yours with gentle concern. “tell me if it hurts, okay? i want this to feel good for you,” he murmurs softly, his voice full of care. slowly, he begins to push inside, inch by careful inch, giving you time to adjust to the stretch.

his hands stay steady on your hips, holding you securely but tenderly, ready to pull back at the slightest sign of discomfort. when you nod, reassuring him you’re okay, he moves a little deeper, always watching your face for any sign you need him to stop. “you’re doing so well,” he breathes against your lips, his voice thick with affection.

once he’s fully inside, he holds still for a moment, letting you feel every inch before starting to move with a steady, commanding rhythm, each thrust drawing a moan from deep within your chest.

he sets a deep, powerful rhythm, his hips snapping against yours with purposeful intent. each thrust fills you completely, the thick length of him stretching you in the most delicious way. he angles his hips to hit that special spot inside you with every stroke, determined to stoke the embers of your pleasure back into a raging inferno.

"shiiiiit, you feel incredible..." he groans, his forehead resting against yours. "so tight, so perfect. like you were made for my cock." one hand slides down to grip your hip, holding you steady as he increases his pace. the other tangles in your hair, tugging your head back to expose the column of your throat. he latches onto your pulse point, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, intent on marking you as his.

"gonna fill this sweet cunt with my cum," your hot sex clenches at his words, the image of his cum painting your walls white got you excited. "fuck—yes! fuck me harder," you beg, the feeling of his painfully big cock sliding in and out of your slippery core.

"fuck you harder what....?" he hums, slowing his pace just to tease you. "fuck me harder..please..." spurred on by your plea, he begins to pound into you with wild abandon. the bed frame slams against the wall with each powerful thrust, the obscene sound mixing with your cries of pleasure. his hips blur with the speed and force of his movements, chasing his own release while determined to bring you to another earth-shattering climax.

"yes, fuck, just like that!" he snarls, sweat beading on his brow from the exertion. "take my cock, princess. milk it with this greedy little pussy like the good girl you are." he changes the angle slightly, somehow managing to go even deeper. the new position allows him to grind against your clit with every thrust, the added stimulation pushing you rapidly towards the edge once more.

his balls slap against your ass with each snap of his hips, the lewd noise only adding to the intensity of the moment. the room fills with the vulgar sounds of skin slapping against skin and your shameless moans. rivulets of sweat trickle down his chest, mingling with the slick evidence of your arousal coating his pistoning cock. the sheets beneath you are soaked and tangled, bearing testament to your shared passion.

"awh, look at the mess we're making," he pants, glancing down at where you're joined. "your pretty little hole is dripping all over my cock, making such a filthy squelch. you love being used like a fucktoy, don't you?" he punctuates his words with particularly brutal thrusts, angling to grind against your g-spot with every stroke.

reaching down, he collects some of the slick coating his shaft and brings his coated fingers to your lips. "taste yourself." you waste no time in taking his fingers in your mouth, head bobbing down as you sucked on his coated fingers with a lewd moan.

"mmmm mm....." his fingers slip past your lips, the musky, slightly salty taste of your combined arousal explodes across your tongue. it's an intense flavour—the essence of your desire mixed with the taste of his skin. the texture is slick and slightly sticky, coating your mouth and leaving a tingling sensation as you swirl your tongue around the digits, cleaning them thoroughly.

the scent is heady and intoxicating, filling your nostrils with the primal aroma of sex. it's a potent reminder of your mutual lust and the depravity of the act you're engaged in. as you suckle and lick, you can feel the heat of his gaze on you, drinking in the erotic sight of you debasing yourself for his pleasure.

he groans at the erotic sight of you suckling his fingers clean, your lips wrapped around the digits as you mimic the act of oral sex. pulling his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, he uses his saliva slick hand to stroke his throbbing cock, smearing your combined fluids along the rigid shaft.

"that's it, get a nice biiiiiig mouthful of our mixed juices. fuck, the things you do to me…" he lines himself up with your entrance once more, the swollen head nudging insistently at your slick folds. "beg for my cum, pretty. let me hear what a desperate little girl you are for me."

your breaths come in ragged gasps, heat pooling deep inside you as desperation takes hold. your voice trembles, barely more than a whisper at first, but gaining strength with every word.

“please… please fuck me harder,” you plead, eyes locked on his with a mixture of need and vulnerability. “i need you—need to feel you fill me up, make me yours.”

your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging in as you arch your back, pressing closer to him. “don’t stop… please, don’t stop.”

the raw urgency in your voice leaves no doubt—you're begging, hungry for every rough moment he’s willing to give. a feral grin spreads across his face at your desperate plea, his eyes flashing with triumph and dark hunger. "that's my good girl," he praises roughly, his voice dripping with sadistic glee.

"begging so nicely for my dick." with no further preamble, he slams into you to the hilt, hilting himself fully inside your welcoming heat. he sets a punishing pace, each thrust jarring your entire body and forcing choked moans from your throat. "this what you wanted, right? to be split open on my fat cock?" his hand wraps around your throat, squeezing lightly as he looms over you, his muscular form caging you in.

capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, he plunders your mouth with his tongue, swallowing your wanton cries. it's a kiss full of hunger, possession, and barely restrained violence. his teeth nip at your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, the coppery taste mingling with the flavour of your shared arousal.

breaking away with a growl, he attacks your neck, biting and sucking harsh marks into the delicate skin. his hips never falter in their relentless rhythm, pounding into you with animalistic fervor. gonna ruin this pussy, he snarls against your throat, his hot breath ghosting over your ear.

"fuck a baby into this fertile womb until it takes." your cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson, a mix of surprise and something undeniably thrilling stirring inside you. your breath catches, heart pounding faster at the weight of his words.

“breed me?” you whisper, voice trembling but curious, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “how more hotter can you get?” you chuckle.

his eyes darken with primal lust at your response, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "oh, i'm just getting started, princess," he purrs dangerously, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "by the time i'm done with you, this belly will be swollen with my seed, your tits heavy with milk. you'll always ready and eager for my cock."

to emphasize his point, he reaches down to roughly palm your stomach, as if imagining it rounded with his child. the possessive gesture sends a shiver down your spine, equal parts terrifying and arousing. "i'm going to pump you so full of my cum, you'll be leaking for days. everyone will know who this cunt belongs to."

his thrusts become erratic, driven by the primal urge to claim and breed. the wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the room, punctuated by your high-pitched keens and his guttural grunts. sweat drips down his straining muscles as he chases his release, determined to mark you irrevocably as his.

with a final, brutal snap of his hips, he hilts himself inside you, his thick cock pulsing and twitching as he starts to unload. hot ropes of cum paint your insides, flooding your unprotected womb with his virile seed. it feels like he's pumping a gallon of jizz directly into your core, the sheer volume causing your stomach to swell slightly with the force of his release.

as he continues to fill you with his seed, his eyes gleam with satisfaction, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "feel every drop," he growls, his movements slowing but never stopping. "you're mine now, completely mine." his grip tightens, holding you close as he empties himself into you, the sensation overwhelming and intense.

panting heavily, he collapses onto you, his softening cock still buried deep inside your cum-filled cunt. he peppers your neck and jaw with hot, open mouthed kisses, occasionally grazing his teeth over your pulse point. one large hand splays possessively over your lower abdomen, as if already imagining it round with his child.

he rolls his hips lazily, stirring the thick load of semen inside you and ensuring every drop takes root. the feeling of his potent seed sloshing around in your well used hole sends aftershocks rippling through your body, prolonging your pleasure. "fuck, i can feel it sloshing around in there," he groans appreciatively, giving your stuffed pussy a gentle squeeze.

"such a good little breeder, taking my load so well." he pulls out of you with a wet squelch, a river of pearly white cum immediately beginning to leak from your gaping, twitching hole. with a satisfied grunt, he scoops some of the excess jizz and pushes it back inside you, plugging you up with his fingers.

"don't waste a single drop." he commands huskily, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction as he watches his seed dribble out around his digits. "keep it all inside this hungry cunt. maybe if you're lucky, it'll take and you'll be carrying my baby soon."

he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips to suck them clean, never breaking eye contact. the obscene display makes it clear that he owns you completely now—body, mind and soul.

he pauses, meeting your eyes with deliberate care. "if you’re okay with this,” he says quietly, voice steady but laced with need. “i want all of you, but only if you’ll give yourself to me.”

when you nod, whispering your consent, he finally slides his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean with a slow, sensual hum—still holding your gaze.

“good,” he breathes, lowering his hand to cradle your face tenderly. “because you’re mine… every part of you. and i’ll treasure that for as long as you let me.”

— GEPARD, JING YUAN, PHAINON, welt, luocha, BOOTHILL, CAELUS, SUNDAY

note: fyi everyone i have been working on this everyday since tuesday for 9 hours daily.

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So the roses stop blooming at your door, tied up with pretty twine and ribbons. Instead, you receive bones and carcasses. A mouse skull. Deer teeth. A mangled bird, its wings snapped and bent at the joints. A rabbit’s foot, warm and still bleeding, the bone jutting out from severed flesh. The roses, you think, were a preview of what was to come—of what you’d soon be mourning.

These macabre presents are wrapped sincerely, shrouded daintily with frilly cloth. They come with their own set of cards, each one typed just like before. 

I can see you.

Good luck on your exam today. Carry this rabbit’s foot with you and you shall know fortune.

This naughty bird is always cawing outside of your window. It wakes you up, so I silenced it for you. It is most beautiful in death, is it not?

Are you going to bring that friend of yours around again? I don’t quite like the scent they leave on your sheets. :(

So you share these morbid anecdotes with your friends over dinner. They don’t believe you.

“You’ve one persistent dog after you,” one of them remarks, eyeing the pictures with a curious, doubtful eye. “A real rotten mutt.”

“But I don’t have a dog,” you reply.

“Well, something’s coming home to you every night.”

“It’s just me. I live alone.”

“Do you? You sure nothing’s following you? You don’t hear the jingle of a collar? The soft padding of paws on tile, loyally trailing after its owner?”

At the time, you thought these were foolish questions.

“The flowers? Definitely a person,” your logical friend suggests. “The dead stuff? Probably a wild animal. A hawk once dropped a mouse in my yard. It’s normal. Someone’s just making a nasty time out of it, leaving those notes to scare you.”

That sounds reasonable. You choose to believe it even when there are inconsistencies and clues that prove otherwise.

You check the locks on your doors and windows. You consider buying cameras, but maybe that’s misplaced paranoia. No one’s inside your house. No person or thing could possibly get in. You’re not sure what would be worse: a tangible human being with human hair, human eyes, and human teeth, or a thing. A thing with claws and a razored maw. A thing with inhuman strength and the eerie quietness of a phantom, plucked right from your nightmares and dropped in reality.

A human being is tangible. A thing could be anything. It could also be nothing.

“I’m not interesting enough to have a stalker,” you tell your logical friend. “Not special enough or rich enough. Not attractive enough.”

“You don’t have to be,” they tell you. “Sometimes all you need to be is alone and vulnerable. Sometimes all you need to do is exist so that they have something to latch onto—something they can covet no matter what.”

“Do you think they’ll kill me?” you ask next, hesitating around that word. Kill. It’s so final and exact. “If they can do such gruesome things to those animals…”

“Or it could be a dog. Dogs don’t kill their owners. They’re loyal.”

“But it’s not a dog. I don’t even think this thing is domesticated.”

“Then what is it?”

“Something.”

It is something malevolent. It is something malicious. It is something you can’t quite fathom—something you can’t picture in your mind because it is always swapping shapes. One minute it’s a nest of mice dwelling within your walls. The next it’s a shadow creature—a demon or a monster. The next it’s a human with strange proportions, too-long legs and too-long arms and a too-long torso. The next it’s a dog with a long, long snout and very human eyes, with human hands for paws, with a curling smile that reveals gaps in its pointed, bloody maw. It feasts on flesh and hunts little, defenseless songbirds, and it’s after you because it wants something you can’t give it.

What does it want? Is this thing even real? Perhaps the anxiety is making a monster out of nothing.

You twist and turn in the dark, wrapped up in sheets that feel more itchy than they do comforting. You’re cold all over, sweating an ocean in your bed. You think your heart might burst out of your chest at any minute. Every creak and groan of the house unsettles nerves that are already pulled impossibly taut. You gaze into the dark doorway, squinting through shadows that look like they’re waltzing in and out of focus.

Or…

Is the door breathing? Is someone there?

You rub your eyes and relief filters in. There’s nothing.

Or…

Your phone cuts a slice of light through your bedroom. You shine it towards the door from where you cower on your bed. There’s nothing.

Your friend—the unfunny one—texts you then, and the vibration scares you more than your imagination. A text is tangible, easily categorized, and yet it’s the scariest thing you’ve just received at this moment, however ghoulishly playful it may be.

u need a leash for ur dog?

You drop your phone. It illuminates the space beneath your bed for a second before the screen shuts off.

You think you hear someone breathing or a heart beating. It’s yours.

Or…

Swallowing thickly, you reach for your phone. You feel soft, fluffy hair. At first, you think it really is a dog when a warm, wet tongue laves over your palm. But you don’t have a dog, and it’s then when you feel the rest of this…thing. Human ears. Human nose. Human mouth. Human teeth. 

Another text brightens your phone. The screen flickers on.

You peek over the edge of your mattress to find a distinctly human face smiling back at you.

“Eh, Kitten? Think ya could help me with that box over there?”

Looking up from the book they were glancing at the cover off, they looked to the hyena who was currently tossing more of Leona’s dirty clothes into a hamper.

“Mmm? Yeah, sure thing Ruggie Senpai.”

“Just Ruggie.”

They paused, a soft laugh leaving them that had the beastmen flick his ears and look the side shyly.

“Yes, Ruggie.” They said, teasing in their tone.

Sitting up from the messy bed they made their way over to the box, full and random nick-nacks and rarely worm accessories that Ruggie had set aside.

They eyed it for a moment, trying to think of the best way to get the heavy box up while a certain hyena stared intently at their back.

With a hint of dramatic flair, they pushed up the sleeves of their baggy uniform shirt and crouched down to seal the top properly before digging their fingers into the edges of the bottom. They pulled it up into the air and caught it with a huff, muscles flexing, before heading to Leona’s closest. 

Blueish-gray eyes dilate as they watch the human work.

Gazing from their back to their sweaty neck, his addam’s apple bobbed down with a swallow. The dorm was stiflingly hot and that long sleeve they were wearing wasn't helping at all. He couldn't help but salivate at the scent of their sweat.

Fuck, why they gotta smell so good?

His heart thundered in his chest as blood rushed downward, where he really didn't want it going. For months he had felt the need to watch them, to keep them close, to do...something. It brought out his baser instincts, though he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was just nature telling him what he needed.

It is annoying, frustrating, and all-around inconvenient. Especially with all he already has on his plate, but maybe this could be something good, a reward even.

He deserves to finally have something nice after all.

With a slight stretch, they were finally able to get the heavy box onto the shelf. Backing out of the closet space they closed its door before letting out a yelp as Ruggie suddenly pressed into their back, trapping them against the closet door.

"Ruggie! Wha-" they started, cut off as calloused hands trailed up their bare arms. They felt his hot breath against their cheek and shivered at the feeling, tensing as he took a deep inhale. A hand slid to their neck, and gave a gentle squeeze, before moving to the front of their shirt and pulling down, buttons popping free as shoulders were exposed.

"Ru..ah...Ruggie..." they whimpered softly. The heat of his breath on their ear made them shudder as Ruggie pressed his face into the crook of their sweat-slicked neck.

"You smell so soft en' sweet..." he murmured, and they laughed awkwardly.

"Uh...thanks?"

A possessive growl rumbled in his throat as he ground against them, and they felt something hard press into their backside. Flustered, they tried to turn their head but stopped when Ruggie spoke again, voice a deep purr.

“Hey…”

They paused.

“Uhm…yes…?”

"Just.. .just a few licks and a bite. That would be okay, yeah?"

His voice had dipped into a purring lull, they couldn't help but flush and feel butterflies at his tone. His voice was also…slurred. They were a bit muddled about what he was asking.

Confused, they stammered "Wh-what do you mean?" before letting out a soft moan as sharp fangs dragged against their neck, followed by his hot tongue.

"Don't move..." he warned.

I finished Taku's good ending this morning and I loved the scene when he had sex with Taku. Not in a 'fucking' type of way but the 'making love' type of way.

Towa's so used to being treated as a toy. He expected it from Taku too but no, he was treated gently instead. Towa's initial confusion and then his realization that 'oh, he felt good'

Towa repeatedly stated that he can't really feel any excitement with tender stuff, but there he is, feeling good doing it with the person he actually loves 😭

He's used to fooling around but that's the first time he actually did it with someone he loves. Like??? Yes??? Towa pls you deserve the world.

I'm excited to go on Rei's route next. Initially, I was hoping to get Rei's route first, but Taku is fine too.

I've seen some posts about Madarame and I'm not excited for him because it seems like he made Towa so much worse. I'll probably just go through his route as fast as possible.

Also I'm glad that I didn't search up the characters too much because I did not expect Sakaki's level of crazy in the true route.

He seemed so unassuming in Taku's and Rei's route. Like a yakuza guy that does crimes but tries to do good when he can? And also a father figure to Towa.

But no. He's a psycho with an unhealthy obsession with Towa's mom.

He's also a hypocrite - he mentions that what Rei's father did was awful and he's scum, but suddenly there's nothing wrong when it's Maya doing it.

I found it weird when Sakaki gets mad at Towa for not referring to Maya with respect during the scene where he gives Maya's photo to Towa.

It kinda settled in the back of my head? "Huh. Why does he like Maya so much? Did he not know what she was doing? Maybe he got manipulated?"

At least Toono has no problems showing how awful he is. Sakaki's scarier - he hides his crazy side so well.

I feel bad for his family too. He mentioned he has a wife and kids. Do they know that the guy's crazy?

I finished Taku's good ending this morning and I loved the scene when he had sex with Taku. Not in a 'fucking' type of way but the 'making love' type of way.

Towa's so used to being treated as a toy. He expected it from Taku too but no, he was treated gently instead. Towa's initial confusion and then his realization that 'oh, he felt good'

Towa repeatedly stated that he can't really feel any excitement with tender stuff, but there he is, feeling good doing it with the person he actually loves 😭

He's used to fooling around but that's the first time he actually did it with someone he loves. Like??? Yes??? Towa pls you deserve the world.

I'm excited to go on Rei's route next. Initially, I was hoping to get Rei's route first, but Taku is fine too.

I've seen some posts about Madarame and I'm not excited for him because it seems like he made Towa so much worse. I'll probably just go through his route as fast as possible.