My Love For All Fandoms

“well, what the fuck?!” droid furrowed his brows at his screen, laughing right after with whoever he was playing with. you didn’t really pay attention to the names he screamed during the horror game—pezzy? grizzy? hell, it could’ve been smii7y or yumi. its not that you weren’t listening out of malice, no. you were just… preoccupied.

tucked between his legs under his desk sat you. it was cramped, of course it was. but the sight in front of you made you suck it up and deal with it—literally. his cock was stuffed in your mouth, tip continuously hitting the beginning of your throat, muffling your gags around his shaft. thank god he screams loud during jumpscares.

you bobbed your head while your hand pumped whatever couldn’t fit, your other perched on his thigh to hold yourself up. your cheeks hollowed as he jolted, unintentionally thrusting himself further into your mouth, feeling the vibrations of your moan echo around his cock.

“fuck,” he whispered shakily to himself. he played it off with a laugh and a joke about the jumpscare, keeping his composure as to not alert his chat or friends of anything going on. his camera was zoomed in and focused on his head, meaning he had to put on his best poker face while his lower body betrayed him.

he tried his hardest to not make it obvious—he would normally bounce his leg anyway, so there’s nothing else he could be doing, right?

the muscles in his thighs tensed as you dragged your tongue around him, the squelch thankfully being covered by the game audio. he twitched in your mouth as he agreed to pause the game, telling chat he was gonna turn on music during the break. he then turned his head to read the flying messages, one catching his eye immediately.

“where’s your girlfriend?”

the question rang in your head like a blaring alarm. you continued to suck him off while simultaneously awaiting his answer, feeling him lean forward, his hands coming around your head—one holding your hair, and the other at the nape of your neck. he pressed you against him repeatedly, feeling the sloppy mess of your drool and his precum coat himself and your face, dripping around your hand and his pajama pants.

he face fucked you as discreetly as possible while he answered, “she’s busy right now, but i’ll see if she wants to come on stream later.” he lied blatantly. his eyes scanned the chat again, smiling as they begged for you to show up, all while he worked himself up by using your mouth without anybody knowing.

“alright, alright, i get it, damn!” he joked, “you guys wanna see her more than you wanna see me, craaaazy,” that shit-eating grin never left his face. it was the level of deceit he had to play that was making him all giddy. the fact that you were now actively swallowing waves of his cum while he spoke to his fans like nothing was happening, like he wasn’t absolutely coating your throat in sticky white ropes of his arousal, it was maddening in the hottest way possible.

he let out the smallest whimper as he relaxed back in his chair, cock softening and growing more sensitive as you sucked and licked every last drop out of his slit. his body shuddered as he gently pulled you off, making sure his upper body stayed normal. he glanced down while faking a nose wipe and fixing his glasses, giving you a satisfied smile while he watched you wipe your lips with the back of your hand.

The boys had already pampered you with dinner from your favorite restaurant, and then they had let you pick the movie for the night—providing you with all your favorite snacks, candies, and drinks as well, of course.

So you all curled in a pile in front of the couch, the coffee table pushed to the side and a nice comfy nest made of blankets, cushions, and pillows underneath you all.

You were sitting in Hyeon’s lap, leaning against his chest comfortably as Hyeon reclined against the couch, his arms wrapped around your stomach. It was Hyeon’s turn to have you in his lap for movie night. Jum and Chungae were slouched on either side of you, their heads resting on the edges of your hips. Kwan had taken the space between your legs, reclined with his head on your stomach. And Jinu was stuck pouting on the couch, the closest he could get to you as he laid across it.

You were content to watch the movie with the warm fuzzy feeling you got from being with your boys like this.

Meanwhile, Hyeon was having a situation.

All day, Hyeon could only think about your debut performance. They had all been there of course, to support you. The song was like a punch to his heart—in a good way. But that wasn’t it. Mira and Kwan had both helped you come up with the choreography so it was… hot to say the least. And now here you were, in his arms while his mind was stuck on the way your hips moved during that dance. The way your hair flipped. The sultry look you had flashed them when you sang.

So his eyes weren’t on the movie at all, he had no idea what was happening. Instead, his eyes were on the expanse of skin on the crook of your shoulder, his mouth itching.

You were in his arms. Your skin was right there, his favorite place in the world. Your scent filled his senses.

His teeth gently sank into your skin.

You felt Hyeon’s teeth pressing into the skin of the crook of your neck. You could feel his lips too. And the warmth of his mouth.

Your face flushed abruptly and a sound escaped your lips—somewhere between a mewl and soft gasp. You slapped a hand over your mouth, surprised by the sound that had left your own mouth.

The room froze. Then tension abruptly began to rise.

Kwan turned in between your legs to look up at you, his chin propped on your stomach as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His eyes flashed a hint of amber as he gave you a roguish smirk. “What was that, babe?”

Chungae shifted, sitting up more so he could lean towards your neck, the side Hyeon hadn’t bitten. He brushed your hair back, his pupils slightly slit as he leaned close to your ear, “Will you make that pretty sound again, darling?” He pressed his lips to your neck in a kiss and you squeaked beneath your hand.

Jum took your hand, the one that had been in his hair just a moment ago, sitting up as well. “Not that one, beautiful,” He chided softly before nibbling on the knuckle of your pointer finger before sucking on it gently. His eyes glowing amber up at you.

Jinu leaned over you from the couch, his eyes amber as well, tangling his hand in your hair so he could pull your head back to look at him. “Come on, pretty girl. Sing for us.”

Your face was hot and your heart was pounding in your ears, racing in your chest. You’re sure your eyes reflected the boys’ and were beginning to glow amber as the warmth in your body increased.

Jum leaned closer to you, unable to resist the pull he felt as he pulled your hand from your mouth and pressed his lips to yours. You could only close your eyes and give in to his demanding lull. Ever since he first kissed you, Jum became obsessed with kissing you, tangling his tongue with yours and mapping every crevice. He could spend an eternity happily devouring your mouth with his.

The boys were shifting around you, drawing closer to you than they ever had been before.

Hyeon’s arms tightened around your stomach, placing more soft kisses and bite marks along your shoulder and neck. It made you sigh softly into Jum’s mouth, which he swallowed greedily.

Chungae followed his lead on the other side of your neck, but he preferred wet kisses and suckling marks into your sensitive skin. It made you gasp and hum, squirming in their arms.

Jinu took one of your hands from Jum’s grasp, pulling it back towards him so he could kiss the skin, making his way down your arm. “Is this okay, pretty girl?”

Jum reluctantly pulled away from your lips so you could answer, instead lowering down to your throat to plant his own marks across your skin. You couldn’t answer though, breathless as you were, “Mhm…”

“Use your words, babe,” Kwan hummed teasingly, nuzzling into your stomach to push your shirt up so he could map your curves with his lips.

You sighed, “Yes, yes it’s okay…”

The boys’ eyes glowed brighter, their pupils narrowing. The tension in the room got heavier.

They started maneuvering around you, Kwan sliding your shirt up and over your head. Jum quickly returned to devouring your lips and any little noises you let out. Chungae and Hyeon went back to sucking marks into your skin with more enthusiasm, their hands running up and down your legs on either side of Kwan. Jinu reached behind you, between you and Hyeon to unclip your bra.

Once you were free of the fabric, the boys lavished attention on your breasts. Chungae moved from your neck down to take one of your nipples in his mouth, making you gasp as his tongue rolled over the sensitive flesh. Jinu took advantage of the freed up spot, tilting your head with his hand in your hair so he could suck his own marks on your neck.

Kwan kissed up your stomach, his fingers kneading your soft curves as he moved up to take your other nipple in his mouth. You couldn’t help but buck your hips—well, try to since Kwan was between your legs.

The boys were bumping into each other but they didn’t care, their abdomens flexing as blood rushed south. They took up the space around you, the air you breathed was the air they breathed and it was intoxicating.

Jum pulled away, but your lips weren’t long before Jinu turned your head so he could claim your swollen lips next. Hyeon’s hand had wandered south on your body, dipping under the waistband of your pants curiously. Your breath hitched against Jinu’s lips.

The boys helped you shimmy out of your pants and then your underwear, slick with your want.

Jum and Kwan switched places so the maknae could be between your legs while Kwan began to suck his marks into the purpling mosaic forming across your chest, neck, and shoulders.

“Thanks for the meal, beautiful,” You vaguely heard Jum’s low voice before you felt the heat of his tongue lick a long stripe up your slit and circle around your clit.

You let out a long moan at the same time Jum let out a pleased groan, your head falling back against Hyeon’s shoulder as you panted, your chest heaving beneath Chungae and Kwan’s lips. “Baby…”

You could feel his lips smirk, “Might have to change my stage name if you keep moaning for me like that…” Jum mused before diving back into your heat. Your taste was addictive on his tongue, he barely came up for air except when he had to before going back to devouring you. He flicked your clit back and forth with his tongue before focusing on reaching as far into your depths as he could, using a little demon magic to lengthen his tongue which made you squeal into Jinu’s mouth.

Chungae reached down, stimulating even more as his fingers slowly circled your clit.

It was too much for you. Jum’s tongue inside you, Chungae’s fingers on your clit, his and Kwan’s lips around your breasts, Hyeon’s teeth nibbling on your shoulder, Jinu’s lips against yours and so many hands everywhere.

You came with a strangled moan against Jinu’s mouth which he swallowed greedily. Your hips grinding against Jum’s face as Chungae’s fingers on your clit made you twitch with pleasure.

You sagged against them as you came down from your high, Hyeon murmuring in your ear, “Good girl…” Which made you shiver pleasantly.

Seeing you in the height of pleasure only riled the boys up more, like sharks sensing a drop of blood in the water and sending them into a frenzy. They were having more trouble controlling their demon features, their black patterns flickering to the surface, their teeth sharpening and their eyes glowing a bright amber with thin, cat-like pupils. At some point, they had shed their shirts so they could press their feverish skin against your own.

Chungae and Kwan reached down, gently taking your thighs in hand so they could spread them wider for you. “Open up, darling…” Chungae purred against your chest.

“Gotta stretch you out for us,” Kwan mused.

Hyeon’s arm snaked around, gently easing a finger into you, hushing you when you mewled, “Shh, easy princess…”

Jum’s mouth was around your clit now, sucking on the bud and twirling different shapes around it.

Hyeon’s finger thrusted in and out of you, stretching your walls slowly. Your thighs tried to close around them but Chungae and Kwan held you open. Jinu shifted from behind you, moving to be by your hip so he could add a finger in with Hyeon’s. He drank in the sight of you moaning at the increased stretch. Together, the two men worked you open while you climbed higher and higher in pleasure.

With Jum’s mouth around your clit and Jinu and Hyeon’s fingers stretching you, it wasn’t long before you felt like you were teetering on the edge of another climax. “G-gonna…” You warned them this time now that no one’s lips were occupying your own, the noises of pleasure you were making slipping out freely.

Kwan chuckled, the sound rumbling against you, “Greedy girl, coming again so soon.”

“Come for us, pretty girl,” Jinu mused, a dark look in his lidded eyes as he and Hyeon worked their fingers faster.

So you did.

You came again, their fingers sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over you. Until you slumped bonelessly against Hyeon, the bulge in his pants grinding against your back and making him growl lowly. “Fuck princess…”

As you recovered, the boys shuffled around a bit again until the boys had shed their pants and Chungae was between your legs. Your already hot face felt even warmer, you could feel Hyeon pressing against your back and Chungae was rubbing his tip in your slick, coating his cock in your juices. Your mouth was open as you tried to catch your breath, practically drooling.

“Gonna be a good girl for me, darling?” Chungae questioned sweetly, a smirk on his lips.

You nodded, already partially fucked dumb as you babbled, “Mhm, please Chungae, wanna be filled…”

The boys bit their lips, groaning. Chungae cursed, “Fuck, darling…”

Chungae hooked the tip of his cock at your entrance, staring into your eyes as he slowly pushed in. He groaned as your tight, wet heat enveloped the head of his dick. “Oh, fuck, darling, you feel like heaven…” Chungae had to take a moment to breathe or he would start thrusting into you like a feral beast, his cock twitching at the thought.

You mewled, arching your hips towards him. The stretch of just the tip was still enough for you to feel it, despite the boys stretching you on their fingers. The boys were enraptured, watching your face as Chungae slowly stretched you open on his cock.

“That feel good, babe?” Kwan purred, swallowing thickly as he held one of your thighs open. Jum was on your other side, holding your other thigh open gently.

“Yes, feels so full,” You mewled as Chungae bottomed out in you with a hiss, breathing heavily as he held back from pounding into you.

“Good girl…” Jinu murmured, stroking your hair out of your face. Your skin had a light sheen of sweat that made you glow.

Chungae began to move, slowly pulling out and pushing back in, making you clench around him with a gasp. He cursed, “Fuck, don’t do that darling or I won’t be able to hold back…”

You moaned, reaching up to pull his hips flush with yours and the two of you groaned, “I don’t want you to hold back… I’m not fragile…”

Your words sent a surge of arousal straight to his cock and he couldn’t help how his hips pulled back and slammed back into you, making you gasp and clench around him again. So he did it again and again until he was pounding into you.

“Fuck darling, if you don’t want gentle, then we won’t give you gentle,” He snarled as his hips snapped into yours. The sound of slapping skin filled your ears along with your moans and Chungae’s groaning. He rutted into you with sharp thrusts, the only thing keeping you in place being the other boys holds on your body.

“Ohhh, darling, I love you, love you so fucking much,” Chungae rambled, leaning forward to connect your lips as his fingers found their way to your clit, rubbing firm little circles on the swollen bud.

“L-love you too, Chungae…” You managed to get out between kisses.

Chungae groaned, your words going straight to his cock. He wasn’t going to last much longer, you were too sweet for him. His darling, his little love.

“Fuuuuck, darling, can I cum in you, please? Please, darling?” Chungae pleaded, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he felt like he was about to burst, his head dizzy with pleasure.

“Yes yes, please, cum in my little pussy, Chungae,” You babbled right before the both of you came. Hard.

“Fuuuuck!” Chungae cursed, grinding his hips harder against yours as he filled your pulsing depths with his seed. The two of you panted together, intertwined as you shook with the aftershocks of pleasure as you came down from your high. Chungae dotted your face with kisses as he slowly pulled out. You felt a trickle of his cum leak down your slit to your ass.

Jum and him traded places, Chungae’s chest heaving as he settled at your side, stroking your hair and kissing your shoulder as Jum lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, placing a tender kiss on your thigh. He couldn’t help but take a moment just to look at your fucked out expression. Your eyes were dazed but glowing a bright amber, your mouth open and lips kiss swollen and bruised, your skin was covered in their marks.

“Not even halfway done, beautiful, and you already look like a fucked out mess,” He purred before notching his cock at your entrance and pushing in. Jum groaned at how hot and wet you felt, your cunt tight around him.

“Mmm, Jum baby,” You moaned as he hilted inside you. From this angle, it felt like he was so deep that his cock would come up your throat, his girth stretching you in a way so different from Chungae. Jum had no mercy for your poor pussy, rocking into you with a frenzy from the start.

“Jum!” You mewled.

“Fuck, take it, beautiful. Our beautiful girl, so good for us,” He praised you and you couldn’t help how you tightened around him.

His hips bucked harder into you, his cock reaching places in you that you didn’t think existed as your vision blurred with the pleasure he gave you.

He leaned forward, nudging your head up so he could latch onto your throat, biting into the sensitive skin and lavishing the mark with his tongue, tasting the bit of blood that had come to the surface of the little marks.

Jum couldn’t get enough of your taste, no matter where it was coming from. You were his favorite flavor.

Your pussy was getting more and more sensitive with every climax so it wasn’t a surprise when you already felt it building, threatening to crash over you. “Jum,” You moaned his name, “Too good, gonna c’m.”

His hips jackrabbited into your harder, “Mmm, yeah beautiful? Fuck, cum on my cock so I can fill you.”

Your fourth orgasm crashed over you and your vision went fuzzy as you clamped down on Jum’s cock as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“Oh shit!” He cried as he thrusted his cock as deep as he could go, his brain short circuiting as he came in you, filling you with his warm, thick seed.

He slumped atop you, pressing a breathless kiss to your lips, tangling his tongue with yours before reluctantly pulling away so one of his hyungs could have their turn. “So beautiful…”

Your head rolled, drunk on all the pleasure filling your veins. Your poor pussy was twitching and leaking cum but you couldn’t help but want more of them.

Next thing you knew, you were being maneuvered so that you were in Kwan’s lap, facing him as he dragged his cock through all the fluids leaking from your swollen cunt, “Messy, messy girl, babe,” he chided you with a dark smirk. He slapped his cock against your slick cunt, making you twitch and jerk with a gasp.

“Kwan,” You mewled weakly, your hands on his shoulders for balance as you straddled him.

He hushed you, “I know, I know, babe. Can’t get enough of our cocks, y’greedy girl.” He guided your hips, lifting you so his cock nudged your entrance and let your weight sink down on him as the both of you moaned. “Fuck, babe, you’ve got the perfect little cunt,” He growled, lifting you just to drop your weight back down on him over and over again.

“Come on, babe, move your hips for me like a good girl,” He cooed softly, though his arms flexed as he easily moved you himself. He growled low in his throat at how easily he could move you up and down on his cock. Like you were his little cocksleeve.

You mewled but braced yourself on his shoulders, your thighs trembling as you tried to follow his rhythm. When you couldn’t you ground your hips against his in little shapes, making you both moan as you felt his cock stir within you.

When your pace wasn’t fast enough for him, Chungae and Jum came over to lift you just a little, holding you up by placing their hands under your ass and thighs, hovering you over Kwan’s cock as he braced his feet to jackhammer up into you. “Ohh, good fucking girl,” He growled, his hands on your hips as you moaned.

Jinu and Hyeon joined the mix, brushing your hair aside to kiss up your back and shoulder blades. Your nails dug into Kwan’s shoulders, making him hiss as he thrusted up into you harder, punching the air out of your lungs as his balls slapped against your ass. “Yeah, dig your nails in, babe,” Kwan grumbled.

“Mmm, Kw’n, g’nna c’m,” You babbled, your speech was getting more and more slurred but you couldn’t help but enjoy how absolutely fucked you felt, the pleasure overwhelming all your senses until your whole world narrowed down to these five men and their cocks.

“Yeah? You’re gonna cum, babe? This’ll be, what? Your fifth time? When I haven’t even cum once?” Kwan asked sardonically, a mean glint in his eyes as he reached between you both to tug on your clit.

“Yes, pleaseee,” You babbled.

“Okay, greedy girl, cum on my cock,” He demanded with a low growl that reverberated through you. So of course you did as he said and came with a cry of his name, garbled and barely coherent.

“Oh fucking hell,” Kwan growled as he came, throwing his head back as he thrust as deep as his cock could reach, adding his cum to the loads already soaking your depths. Jum and Chungae released you, letting you collapse against Kwan’s chest as your legs trembled and shook.

“So f’ll,” You couldn’t help but slur with a furrow in your brow. It wasn’t a painful fullness though—though you knew you would be aching something fierce later—but it was a pleasant fullness.

After a few deep breaths, Kwan pressed a lingering kiss to your lips before Hyeon was pressing up behind you, Kwan’s thighs spread to make room for him as you were lifted just enough so his cock could slip out of your slick heat. Hyeon took your ass in his hands, groping the soft plumpness in his hands. He pressed a hand against the dip of your back until you were bent over more, presented so deliciously to him.

“My princess,” Hyeon rumbled in his chest and pressed his aching cock into you. His mouth dropped open in a long moan as your wet heat encompassed him fully. He leaned forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck, surrounding himself in your intoxicating scent, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty sweat of your skin.

“Mmm, princess…” Hyeon moaned in your ear, his hips snapping in a slow pace but with enough force to rock you into Kwan’s chest. He was watching your expression with a greedy smirk, licking his lips as he watched Hyeon fuck you.

“Hyeon,” You moaned, overwhelmed with pleasure as Hyeon wrapped his arms around your hips so he could hold you close to him as his cock snapped into you again and again and again. Slick fluids were dripping down your thighs and covering the two of you with every thrust of his hips but Hyeon was unbothered.

Hyeon wasn’t very vocal which meant you could hear every wet slap of his hips meeting your ass, his balls meeting your clit every time. Hyeon’s breath was heavy in your ear, his mouth nibbling at your neck with sweet gasps of, “Princess,” interspersed. Your own gasping moans and hitched breath sounded so loud compared to Hyeon’s quiet pleasure.

And that was intentional. Hyeon was devoting every little gasp, every mewl, every moan, every hitched breath that escaped your lips to memory so he could remember every little pleasure noise of yours so he could draw them out again later.

“Hyeon—“ You cut yourself off with a strangled moan, your walls twitching around his cock. “‘M gonna c’m!” You warned him. Suddenly, he moved faster, his hand going to your clit so he could rub the little button as his thrusts picked up the pace, making you squeal and shriek.

“Mmm, cum princess,” Hyeon gritted out, feeling you clench around him deliciously. You came with a cry of his name, throwing your head back as your vision went fuzzy for a long moment, pleasure crashing through your body and making you head swim all over again.

Hyeon rumbled, pressing closer to you as his hips snapped into yours one last time, his teeth sinking into his favorite spot on the crook of your shoulder as he came inside you. He growled against your neck as the two of you came down from your highs. He lapped at your neck as he let go, licking up the little drops of blood that had welled up from the shallow wound.

Hyeon was reluctant to move away but there was still one last man that hadn’t had his turn yet. So Hyeon slowly withdrew from your clinging cunt, purring contently as he gave a kiss to your shoulder blade and moved away.

Then you were being shifted again until you were laying on your back again with your hips propped up on a pillow and Jinu pressing your legs up to your chest. “One more, pretty girl, such a good girl,” He cooed as he pressed a kiss to the edge of your lips so sweetly.

“J’nu,” You mewled, cockdrunk as he rubbed his cock head through the mess of your puffy, sensitive folds. He chuckled when you hissed at the sensitivity.

Asshole.

He gave you a mocking pout, as if he could read what little thoughts were in your empty head. “Such a rude, greedy girl. Do you even deserve to take my cock?” He mused smugly, grinding his cock against you.

You whined at his teasing, “Mm, no, ‘m sorry, J’nu. Pl’se gimme your cock,” You pleaded dazedly, rocking your hips against his.

Jinu hummed, notching the tip of his leaking cock at your puffy entrance that was still leaking cum, “Mm, good girl.” Then he was filling you, achingly slow as you drew out a long moan as each inch filled your fluttering cunt. “Oh, good good girl… fuck…” Jinu moaned as he filled you until he was balls deep within your clenching pussy.

Jinu couldn’t keep his hips still for long, he had to start thrusting into you and he moaned when he did. His pace racketed up quickly, pounding your poor pussy with feral intensity. “Oh, pretty girl,” He moaned. “Oh, I’m not gonna last long if you keep fluttering around me like that.”

“J’nu,” You could only mewl, your tongue heavy as your sensitive cunt twitched furiously around him. You weren’t going to last either, you were way too sensitive after six consecutive orgasms. You had no idea how you were still conscious at this point—probably demon stamina.

Jinu kept thrusting as little whines started leaving your lips, your head thrown back as your hands pressed against his abdomen, “Too m’ch, J’nu, c’n’t…” You mewled between gasping breaths. You felt like the orgasm that was rising inside you was going to break you.

Jinu just pressed your legs firmer against your chest, his cock bullying your poor pussy as he pounded into your squirming hips. “You got another in you, pretty girl, I know it. Just a little more…” Jinu murmured, brushing your sweaty hair out of your face greedily. He slipped his hand between you, his fingers just barely brushing your abused clit and you shrieked, your vision whiting out as you came on his cock.

Jinu cursed, thrusting once and then twice more before hilting himself as deep inside you as he could reach before cumming, spilling every drop of his essence inside of you.

Your body barely had the energy to tremble as your senses slowly came back to you. Jinu slowly let your legs down and you could feel them ache from being stuck in the position but he kissed each thigh gently before letting them fall.

And then they were all around you again, brushing through your hair, pressing kisses to your skin, running their fingers over sweat slick skin.

“Such a good girl for us…”

“Did so good…”

“Took all of our cocks like a good girl…”

“Let us fill her full…”

“Came so hard for us…”

Your eyes were heavy, your body exhausted and covered in forming bruises that matched the shape of the boys’ hips, fingers, and mouths. But a hand lightly shook your face, “Don’t fall asleep on us now, darling…”

Your eyes blearily opened. Five pairs of eyes were still glowing at you, smirks full of fangs and cocks still achingly hard.

“We’re not done with you yet.”

A/N: Writing smut for a six person relationship is hard. Wasn’t too sure about posting it but here you go you horny people. Thirst away to your heart’s content. No taglist for this one because I don’t know if any of y’all are minors and don’t wanna risk it. Gonna slow down on my posting schedule after this!

Outtakes:

*The next morning*

You: *aching and bruised in places you didn’t know could ache or bruise* “What freight train ran me over without mercy?”

Saja Boys: *sexy posing around you* “Ready for another round?”

You: “Oh yeah…that freight train…”

…

Huntr/x: “What are you doing here this time…?”

You: *several ice packs on your everything* “Horny demons.”

Huntr/x: “Ah.”

Saja Boys: *Peeking around a corner with pouts and puppy dog eyes* 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

You: *throws the nearest item at them* “NO!”

…

You: “I need a shower.”

Saja Boys: *scrambling after you while frantically stripping as they fight to join you in the small shower*

You: *still sore* “Alone you horny idiots!”

…

The Saja Boys: *Replaying your music video for the nth time in a row* “She’s so hottttt…”

Miguel was panting a bit, rolling off of your body as you both came down from your high together. It had been a few weeks since he listened to that damn song you loved and found out about what you liked in bed, fully using this to his advantage and constantly making you a squirming mess underneath him. 

His eyes stared at the ceiling with a smile on his lips, then closing them for a second before feeling you shift beside him in his bed. He felt your breast press onto his chest as you laid on top of him and his hands slid to hold your waist, peaking open one eye at your smirking face. 

“What’s going on in that head of yours, mamacita?” He questioned, tapping his fingers into your skin a bit as you rested your chin on his pecks. You could feel his heartbeat becoming normal again after your rigorous rounds. 

“I’m just wondering what your turn ons are? What makes you insatiable and want more?” You go on and on as he just chuckles, brushing some of the hair from your face as you stare at him with your big doe eyes, filled with curiosity. 

“You, mi amor.” He answers and closes his eyes again, pulling you tight to him as he rolls onto his side and pecks your forehead. “Now we need to sleep, we have an early debriefing tomorrow.” He mumbled and you pouted a bit, pushing out your bottom lip even though his eyes were closed. 

You maniacally rubbed your hand against his still half-hard cock and his grunted, grabbing your wrist quickly to stop you. “Bebe.” His tone had shifted to authoritarian fast and you let out a ‘hmph.’

“One more, papi, please. One more round and I’ll sleep like a baby.” You begged and his eyes opened as an amused grin fell on his full lips. “I promise.” You finished and he yanked one of your legs around his hips, burying his face into your neck. 

“I can’t so no to my precious girl.” he nipped as you giggled, and you both continued once more, before falling asleep. 

The next day, Miguel was exhausted. One more round turned into three more rounds and then sex on the bathroom floor, in his kitchen, and giving him head in his elevator. 

So you could say it was definitely worth it to him. 

You brought out a sexual prince in him, someone caring and full of sweet, buttery smooth words that made your panties a swimming pool in the middle of July. And he was always welcome to dive in. 

“Wow. That’s a new record.” Jess spoke and you looked around, confused. “The hickeys, I mean.” She points to your neck and you immediately close the mask of your suit to avoid her scrutiny any more. She laughed lightly, “don’t be like that, remember that I’m technically the one who led him to give you said hickeys.” She prompts and sits, leaning on your desk. “So I’m guessing it’s all going good?” 

“Better than good, Jess. He’s- he’s like a God in bed.” 

“Wow. He must really be into it.” 

“What do you mean?” You asked, now scrunching your brows together. 

“Well, listen- he’s an attractive guy, and you’re not the only person with eyes at the HQ. He’s slept with a few in the past before he met you, but it was always a one-and-done thing, so I’m just impressed that he’s opened up about what he’s into.” 

And then you sunk down in your seat. “What… he’s into?” You questioned. 

“Well, yeah. You two always do what you both want, right? He used to complain about how vanilla most people were, so you must be doing something right.” She stands again and walks off. 

Leaving you alone to your thoughts. What… he wanted? You assumed that he was into what you were into, since you’d found him jerking off to exactly the things you’d wanted to hear, especially after that song- 

The song!

Oh, Jess and her big mouth probably told him about your love for that song! You blushed in embarrassment as you thought about him submitting to what you wanted. 

You didn’t want him to only focus on your turn ons, you wanted compromise and to share his darker fantasies. Isn’t that what a relationship was? 

“Lyla,” you called out and found the little AI pop up in front of you. “I need to know what sexual interests Miguel has.” The orange hologram sputtered a cough for a second while you rolled your eyes at her overdramatic display. “Lyla, you don’t even breathe.” 

“If I did, I'd be gasping in shock and clutching my pearls.” She shot back and you just sighed in defeat. “Besides, those files aren’t accessible to just anyone. You need permission from Miguel or me.” She folded her arms.

“Wait- permission? Like… his passcode?” You blurted out with hopes and Lyla nodded. 

“Well, yes, but-“ 

“Thanks Lyla.” You cut her off and hurried to his office, ignoring the hologram calling back to you. Your steps finally made it to the dark office Miguel used, more like a workshop for a robotics technician, but you didn’t dare correct him when it came to the Society. 

“Miguelito?” You called out, testing out a theory. When silence was your only companion in the room, you smiled and continued your plans. 'Perfect!' You cheered to yourself and hopped to swing onto his platform. 

The screens were much higher than you could see or reach, so you jumped up to sit on his desk and tap along the floating screens. You found what you were looking for after a minute, being greeted by Lyla once more. 

“You know, he’ll be made when he finds out.” She announced and you shrugged. 

“Not if I put what I find to good use.” You answered and the AI pretended to wretch, feigning nausea. 

“Gross. Hold on, if it’s that important to you, I might be able to bypass the code. But I’ll deny ever being here if you throw me under the bus.” Lyla answered and tapped something, then letting you watch the code fill itself. 

“This is his porn history. He doesn’t know I can see it, and I’m happy he doesn’t because that conversation would be really weird.” She pops a few screens, but most of them are just… 

“Is this... my social media?” You wobbled on the desk for a second from leaning back in shock. 

“Yeah, it tends to get him going pretty easily. Sometimes he listens to certain music, too.” She adds and you look directly at her, making her sigh and hold her glasses in disappointment. “I hate that I’m enabling you.” 

“Don’t stop now.” You demand and she lets his playlist pop up, one titled after you. 

Most of the songs seem to be very lovey dovey- and that’s when you find it. 

“Nine inch nails…?” Your surprise was evident as you read the band name once more. “I listened to this band in high school.”

“So did he. Believe it or not, he was a little rebellious in high school. I think it was the daddy issues.” Lyla tapped the song and the strange sounds from the song played heavily. 

“Thanks Lyla!” You tapped her away and ran from his desk, trying to make it as though you had never been there. Your mistake. 

That night, you began playing the song while cooking and tried to focus on the lyrics. 

“You let me violate you 

You let me desecrate you 

You let me penetrate you 

You let me complicate you”

Your jaw dropped, listening to the words. Oh.

The song exuded dominance and power, something very Miguel. But you didn’t think he could be so… rough. Of course he could be rough, the man had fangs and claws, but you thought he was much more into sentimental experiences, making love and such. You didn't realize he wanted to fuck.

Pressing your palms flat into the counter, you'd long forgotten your meal when the chorus bursts through your speakers. 

“I wanna fuck you like an animal 

I wanna feel you from the inside 

I wanna fuck you like an animal 

My whole existence is flawed 

You get me closer to God”

Your knees became jelly as you imagined him saying thing these things to you, gravel voice smirking as you fall to the ground before him and worship him like he deserves- like he would demand. 

“you tear down my reason

(Help me) it's your sex I can smell 

(Help me) you make me perfect

Help me become somebody else”

You could feel the desperation in the reverb of the songs drums. It’s no wonder he always inhales so deeply when he eats you out, he’s letting his animalistic instincts take over. He’s technically part spider, which is inherently an animal. He literally needs to fuck you like an animal to feel his whole DNA’s satisfaction. 

“I wanna fuck you like an animal 

I wanna feel you from the inside 

I wanna fuck you like an animal 

My whole existence is flawed 

You get me closer to God”

You breath hitches and you hear the door close, your head shooting up as you can hear the sound of his boots coming closer, spider senses tingling from behind you. 

“So… the scent of your wet pussy was all over my desk when I got back from Peter's universe… want to tell me why?” He inquired and you wanted to answer, but the hand sliding up your body and the thoughts plaguing your mind from the still-playing song we’re holding your tongue hostage. “No answer? My good girl always answers me, what's wrong? His gentle kisses land on the slope of your neck and you give him more access by tilting your head.

“What if I don’t want to be a 'good girl' tonight? What if…” he freezes and starts to put everything together. You snuck into his office, this song, your pheromones filling the room. 

“What if what?” He growls and you practically cum at the sound of his aggravated voice hissing at you. 

“What if… I want you to do what the song says… and fuck me like an animal.” 

His brain drowns in conflicted emotions. He wants nothing more to practically maim your skin with his claws and teeth, fucking you so roughly that you beg him to stop and take a break, plead for him to breed you like a whore, to hear you crying from how hard he’s going, how bad it hurts and amazing it feels. He wants to see you wake up with a limp in your walk and a belly full of his potential children. 

But then he also doesn’t want to scare you away. He doesn’t want you to be forced to do those things just because you want him to finish, to feel satisfaction. He’s more than satisfied with you, loves the sex you two have, he doesn’t need-

The words fly through his head, but everything stops when you roughly grab his cock through his suit and get onto your knees before him. 

“Mi corazón… you don’t know what you’re asking for.” He encourages you to stand up again, to stop asking for this, but you bury your face into the fabric and breathe in deeply. 

“Please, I need it in my mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth.” You beg and who is he to deny such a gorgeous request when he can see your fat tits practically spilling from the keyhole of your spider suit from this angle. 

“Fuck. Fine.” He says through gritted teeth and yanks your head backwards by your hair, disabling his suit completely as his cock pops out and smacks you a bit. He likes the sounds, likes the view of his face smothering precum across your cheeks and lips. And he wants more. “You like the idea of me suffocating you on my cock, forcing myself down your throat for you to suck?” He slaps his hard dick across your face and because of the weight and width, it actually kinda stings. “That’s it, my little slut… so horny just for me, so hungry to take my dick.” He roughly grabs your face and forces your mouth open, smushing your cheeks in his large hands and tapping his tip on your tongue. “Open wide and stick out that tongue.” He commands and you comply, tongue out and mouth open for him. 

He slams into your mouth until you can’t take much more, still missing a few inches of him. “Relax your throat, or I’ll fuck it so hard that you’ll be forced to.” He threatens and you try to lessen your muscles tightening. Pulling your hair into his body until your nose is smashed against his pelvis, dark happy trail against your lips.

The gagging makes him practically cum then and there, but he won’t let this end just yet. No, he needs to enjoy this more. unbeknownst to him, you were on the verges of an orgasm just from him fucking into the back of your throat one time. You hand slides down to touch your clit and rub yourself in gentle circles.

Sliding out, he rams his cock back into your waiting cavern and begins a relentless speed, shoving himself further and further each time until he can see the bulge of his dick in your esophagus. His head falls back and his fingers tighten in your hair, tears flowing freely down your cheeks as he brutalizes your throat and refuses to stop. His hand pins your head between the countertop of the kitchen and his postponing hips, refusing to stop until he feels your nails on one hand digging into his thighs and making him almost cum. You groan on his dick and he realizes that sound, he knows that's a signal that you've just finished with your own hand. He yanks himself out and starts fisting his cock fast as you cough and gasp for air, tears still forming mascara tracks down your cheeks. 

He bends down and hurls you over his shoulder, then throwing you onto the ground of the living room and making you do a split on your back, blushing at how exposed he had you. Three sharp claws formed from his fingers and he shredded the hips of your suit, bending down to your tits and latching the top in his mouth so when he turned his head, the rip was loud and your nipples were open to the cold air. 

“You’re going to lay here and take my cock until the only words you know how to say are ‘Miguel please fuck me.’ And I’m not stopping until you pass out from exhaustion.” He declares and puts the tip of his dick in your entrance, not even wasting a second and thrusting into you completely, making a scream tear through your throat in pain as he once again found your hair and thrusted. The lack of accommodation made you tighter than you’d ever felt, jerking hips his harder as your hand fell onto his abs to push him away, hiccups coming from your lips as the pain begins to grow at how hard he could go. 

“That’s it, shut the fuck up and take this cock. Cry about it, try to get away, but I’ll pull you back and fuck. You. Harder.” He rammed his hips into yours to punctuate every word of the end of the sentence. “I’ll fuck you so hard, you won't be able to get up for work tomorrow.” He says as he pounds his tip into your cervix, most definitely bruised and possibly hurt worse. But god, did it feel good, watching him get so crazy, so psychotically obsessed with you. 

“Migu-el!” Your words get broken up with as I should have been gone. 

“That’s it, my little bitch in heat, I’ll fuck you so hard, your entire bottom half with be black and blue.” He grunted and groaned, starting to feel like an animal on the discovery channel, then bending down and biting into your skin hard. Blood drew at the little punctures and he continued to bite deep, painful marks all over, looking like you were stung by a bunch of bees. His hands slid up your back and you felt the claws in his fingers latch onto you, scrapping across your smooth body and forming bloodied lines and marks of what looked like pure aggression, but if only everyone who saw them knows… 

You were fucking loving this.

Your body looked like an anomaly mission gone wrong; dark, scattered bruises that looked like they’d take weeks to heal, punctures all over your body like you were a piece of cheese, and red scraps like you’d tumbled into a bed of razors. All done by Miguel and his primal needs, and you’d let him do it again and again as long as he used his cock to completely pummel your insides. 

“F-fuck me, please, Miguel…” you gasped and choked out as his eyes blared red like sirens on a cop car, heaving and large above you. You orgasm around him and he makes a sound as if he’s a roaring lion.

“That’s it, ask me to destroy this slutty pussy, to breed you, to own you.” His words come out in an octave you didn’t know he could reach and your back arches, keeping his dick in you as he flips you over. 

Like a battering ram in and out of your pussy, he holds your arms and yanks your body back and forth on his cock like his own life sized pocket pussy. “Perfect little cocksleeve, letting me use her body like a fuckin whore. Only mine, no one else can touch you, mine.” he grunts and growls as he attacks your back again, wet lines of him basically slobbering all over you like a dog. He humps into you at a dizzying speed and you cum again, the searing burn of a too-fast orgasm swimming through your belly as he smiles and ruts upward, bullying your g-spot more and more. 

“One more, you can do one more, right?” He insists and makes sharp, hard movements against that spot. You weep louder as the lewd sounds of your wet pussy sucking him in and milking him dry echo around the room. Miguel moves to web together your arms behind your back, holding them now with one hand and grasping the back of your neck like a handle with the other, smashing his hips into your suffocating insides. "I'm not asking, you will give me one more, I want to feel your cunt clamp down on me again and try to suck the cum out of my cock."

Everything becomes white noise as another painful and overwhelming orgasm wracks though your body, making you jerk and shutter wildly as he holds you in his control and rides you through it. 

“That’s it, you’re my fucktoy, my personal little cunt for me to ruin and get pregnant. Gonna be all knocked up, gonna let me cum in you and fill you up. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fuck this cunt for the rest of my fuckin life.” His words send him tumbling into his own climax, shooting his seed so deep inside you that you swear it’s gonna spill out of your mouth. Miguel’s dick is so deeply buried within you as he cums that your legs shake and the muscles cramp, dropping below him. You’re completely fucked out, everything feeling like an irritation to your bloody, bruised skin. 

And the look on Miguel’s face is heartbreaking once he looks at you. Yes, it makes his dick hard again, but it makes his mind unravel into panic. He needs to apologize. How could he mark you up like this, damage you like this? He never should have let go, never should have-

“Wanna go again?” You mumble out and give him a little smirk. And he completely malfunctions.

“You… enjoyed that?”

“Are you joking? That was the most amazing sex of my entire life. We can do the sweet sappy stuff I taught you some other time, now abuse my cunt with your cock again please.” You beg and Miguel thinks he’s gonna lose his mind. 

The hum of the multiverse monitors fills Miguel's dimly lit office at Spider Society HQ, holographic screens flickering with anomalies across dimensions. He's brooding behind his massive desk, broad shoulders hunched, crimson eyes narrowed in concentration as he swipes through data streams. Workaholic as ever, your husband hasn't taken a break in hours, the stress etching lines on his chiseled face. You slip in quietly, the door hissing shut behind you, and with a subtle command from your watch, the office locks down—sealing you both in privacy.

“Mi amor,” he mutters without looking up, voice a low rumble, “not now. I have to—” But you don't let him finish. Sauntering around the desk, you drop to your knees between his spread thighs, your hands already tugging at his suit's zipper. The fabric parts with a soft whir, revealing his thickening cock springing free, heavy and veined, the tip already glistening. He groans, fingers pausing mid-swipe, but he forces his gaze back to the screens.

You smirk, pressing your breasts together around his shaft, the soft flesh enveloping him warmly as you start pumping up and down. Your tongue darts out to lick the head on each upward stroke, swirling around the slit to taste his pre-cum.

“Focus on your work, Miguel,” you tease huskily, sucking the tip into your mouth with a wet pop before sliding your tits along his length again. He hisses, hips twitching involuntarily, but he grips the edge of the desk, trying to monitor a glitch in Earth-50101. The slick sounds of your mouth and the rhythmic slide of your skin against his fill the air, your saliva dripping down to make everything messy.

He lasts maybe five minutes—torturing himself with the dual assault of multiverse threats and your relentless attention. A particularly hard suck has him slamming a fist on the console, screens flickering as he shoves everything aside in a clatter of holopads and data crystals.

“Fuck this,” he snarls, standing abruptly and yanking you up by the arms. His strength pins you against the desk, mouth crashing down on yours in a fierce kiss, fangs grazing your lower lip just enough to draw a bead of blood that he licks away hungrily. The metallic tang mixes with his growl, passion igniting like a fuse.

Clothes tear in his haste—your top ripped open, his suit peeled back further as he lifts you onto the cleared desk. He drops to his knees now, hooking your legs over his shoulders and burying his face between your thighs. His tongue lashes out, broad and insistent, lapping at your folds before plunging inside your pussy. You gasp, fingers threading through his dark hair, pulling him closer as he eats you out voraciously. Fangs scrape lightly along your inner lips, the danger sending sparks through you, while his nose grinds against your clit. He sucks it between his lips, teeth nipping just right, and you buck against his mouth, juices coating his chin.

“Miguel—yes, like that,” you moan, the office echoing with the wet smacks of his feast. He doesn't relent, one hand pinning your hip while the other slides two fingers into you, curling to hit that deep spot. The pressure builds fast, your body arching as he finger-fucks you alongside his tongue's assault. Orgasm hits like a wave, your pussy clenching around his digits as you squirt into his waiting mouth, the spray messy and hot, dripping down his neck. He drinks it down greedily, humming approval before rising to claim your lips again, sharing your taste in a deep, sloppy kiss.

But he's far from done. Spinning you around, he bends you over the desk, your breasts pressing into the cool surface as he kicks your legs apart. His cock nudges your entrance, slick from your release, and he thrusts in hard, filling you to the brim in one go. You cry out, walls stretching around his girth, and he sets a punishing pace—hips slamming forward, the desk rattling with each rough plunge.

“This is what I needed,” he grunts, one hand fisting your hair to arch your back, the other slapping your ass sharply. The sting blooms into heat, making you push back, meeting his drives with eager clenches.

He pulls out suddenly, flipping you onto your back and spreading your thighs wide. Diving back in missionary on the desk, he folds you nearly in half, knees to your chest, pounding deeper. His fangs sink into your shoulder—not breaking skin, but the threat thrills—as he kisses along your neck, murmuring filthy praises in Spanish. Sweat slicks your joined bodies, your nails raking his back, leaving red trails on his suit. The angle grinds his pelvis against your clit, building you up again until you shatter, squirting around his pistoning cock, the fluid soaking his abs and the desk below.

Miguel laughs darkly, the vibration rumbling through you, before withdrawing and hauling you off the desk. With a flick of his wrist, red neon webs shoot out, binding your wrists above your head and sticking them to the wall behind. You're suspended slightly, feet dangling, as he lifts you effortlessly, impaling you on his cock once more. He walks you around the office like that—fucking you mid-air, gravity adding to the depth of each thrust. Your legs wrap around his waist, but he controls the rhythm, bouncing you on his length with superhuman ease.

The webs hold firm as he presses you against the glass wall overlooking the HQ atrium—thankfully tinted for privacy. He pins you there, one hand under your ass, the other bracing beside your head, and rails you standing. Your bound arms strain, the neon glow casting eerie red light on your skin. He kisses you messily, tongues battling, fangs clashing lightly as he bites your lip again.

“You're mine—gonna fill this pussy,” he rasps, pace turning frantic.

Not content, he webs your ankles too, spreading you open against the wall in a vulnerable X. Now fully bound, he steps back to admire before dropping to his knees again. His mouth returns to your pussy, tongue delving into the mess of your arousal and his pre-cum, sucking your clit until you're writhing in the restraints. Another orgasm rips through you, squirting across his face, and he rises, slamming back inside without pause.

For the upside-down twist, he releases the ankle webs but keeps your wrists secured high. Using his wall-crawling ability, he flips himself upside down on the ceiling, pulling you up with him—your body inverted, head towards the floor as he positions you facing him. It's disorienting, blood rushing to your head, but exhilarating. He guides your legs around his hips, thrusting into you from above (your below), the angle hitting new depths. Gravity pulls you down onto every stroke, your breasts bouncing wildly as he fucks you suspended in this wild position. His fangs graze your collarbone, drawing a gasp, while his hands roam—squeezing your ass, pinching nipples.

You come undone again, the upside-down rush intensifying the squirt that sprays between you, dripping towards the floor in messy rivulets. Miguel's control snaps; with a final, deep growl, he buries himself fully and unloads—thick spurts of cum flooding your pussy, the creampie warm and overflowing as he keeps grinding. He lowers you both carefully, webs dissolving with a thought, and cradles you against his chest on the office floor. Panting, he kisses your forehead, then your lips softly, the rough passion giving way to tender afterglow.

“Thank you, mi vida,” he whispers, stress utterly fucked out of him, the monitors forgotten for now.

You're on your way home from a shift at the tavern. You can barely keep your eyes open as you grab your keys from the necklace around your neck. However, the sound of someone in pain grabs your attention.

“F-Fuck just like that, keep going”

Peering your head around the corner, you call out, “Hello, is everything okay?” You take a step closer into the alleyway around the corner of your cottage to locate who's making that noise. You walk further down with your keys in a near-death grip.  You come face-to-face with a tall figure hunched over with a fist resting on the side of your cottage.

Reaching out a hand to touch their shoulder, you stop as your eyes travel down their back and land on their ass. Oh my gosh, are they…….

You pause to assess the situation: the rapid movements of their hips and the grunts leaving their mouth, the tail that's currently hitting the ground at a vigorous pace, and the long strokes of their right hand. 

You watch as their hips still, and their cum drops onto the edge of your house. If they were just a few centimeters to the left, it would've fallen on your plants.

 How dare they!

Turning around, you come face to face with a man…or rather a bull. Well, he has the ears of a bull, but the rest of his face is fully human. You can feel the anger coursing through your veins, but you're not that angry to ignore his dick that's still leaking with his cum.

“E-Excuse me, you're violating my private property!” Trying with all your might to remain focused on his eyes, you take note of his chest rising and falling in rapid movements.

The mysterious man grabs a tissue from his pocket and begins to wipe himself off. “Sorry, the Blood moon is fast approaching. I couldn't help myself lass”

You've been with a bull shifter before, so you know exactly what he's talking about. Once a year, the bulls will overcome the need to rut into anything or anyone they see. Their eyes will turn red, and their animalistic side will take over. The bull that you were last intimate with his mating period that lasted for 5 five days.

5 days of non-stop fucking.

He found a way to stuff his thick cock into your mouth, ass, and pussy every time the lust overcame him, and you can't even deny it, but you enjoyed every second. It's a miracle that you never got pregnant from it.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when the bull shifter takes a step back with his hands covering his nose.

“Please stop it, you're perfuming it's too close to the Blood moon so it's even harder to control myself” Your face fills with heat at the mention of him smelling your arousal. Dammit, how can you forget bulls can do this?

Taking your own step back, your grip tightens on your key sitting right above your breasts once more. “I’m sorry. Can I help you? And do you plan on cleaning up your mess?”

He begins to look around shyly. “It’s the Blood moon, I-I have no control over myself when these things happen to me. But I’ll clean this up right now, ma’am,” He lowers his head to you out of respect, and you nod back at him before quickly retreating to your cottage. 

Geez, you hope that you never see him again.

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14 days before the Blood Moon

The effects of the Blood Moon are driving Miguel insane. Now this isn’t his first time dealing with this, but it doesn’t make it any easier. The Blood Moon would continue to affect him negatively until he finds his fated mate. Sometimes he can predict when a sudden wave is going to hit him, and sometimes he can’t. Just like the other night, the need to release overcame him so violently that he had no choice but to pull off his pants right then and there. Although he has more serious things to worry about, like finding a partner to spend his rut with on such short notice, he can’t help but imagine the pretty woman who interrupted him.

He’s never seen someone as pretty as you, he thinks to himself as he walks into a nearby tavern to get a drink after a long day at work. Maybe if he asks you nicely, you’ll—

Miguel lets out a huff, blowing out the breath from his nose, before flicking his tail agitatedly. Why would a pretty human like you ever agree to be his cum dump for the upcoming week? Getting excited over something that will not happen won’t end well for him.

Pushing open the door to the tavern, Miguel ducks his head as he steps inside. He scans the room before his eyes fall on you. 

This must be fate! The gods have blessed him to see you again. Before he gets the chance to look away, your eyes meet his. He takes pride in the sight of your cheeks turning red when, all of a sudden, his chest tightens. The force is so strong that he almost doubles over in pain as it pulls him towards you.

A smirk emerges on his lips as he rubs a hand over his heart. “It looks like I’ve finally found you mate”

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Two days have passed since your last encounter with that strange bull man, and you’re pleased to say you haven’t run into him.

Well, that was until now.

Quickly, you turn your attention back to the patrons sitting at the bar in front of you. Just the sight of him staring at you is making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You have no explanation for it, though.

It's probably because you saw him cum a few days ago. Yep, that's it.

“One beer, please, my lady”

You nod without looking his way before making his drink. It's odd that you already have his voice memorized in your head. 

“One beer for the bull,” you say as you hand him his drink. The fingers of his brushing against yours make you shiver in delight. You pull back your hand as if you've been burned.

“What was that?” 

“It's best if we discuss this privately, lass”

You give him a weary look. “I don't think so, that seems like-”

His hands raised up in his defense. “I swear I mean no harm, there's just something I have to discuss with you. It's rather important” You have no idea what makes you agree, but you do anyway. Agreeing to speak to a man after work this late feels like a recipe for disaster.

•°~°•

Stepping out of the tavern, the wind blows like a gentle caress through your curls. You look both ways trying to locate the bull. All you can see is people closing up their shops and turning on their porch lights. There's no sign of the bull anywhere.

You turn in the direction of your home.  “Oh well, he was probably a weirdo anyway”

“Definitely not a weirdo, please, my lady, just a word” You turn at the sound of his voice, and your hand flies to your neck to grab a hold of your key.

“Jesus! You’ve frightened me,” you practically yell out. Oddly enough, he seems even taller than he did two nights ago. His back is straightened, and you can see the moonlight reflecting on the gold hoops through his ears. He’s wearing a white blouse that’s rolled up above his elbows with a brown vest and matching brown pants. You’ve never seen someone with such prominent cheekbones before. Let’s not even mention how much his thighs strain against his pants. Now that you have the chance to look at him, you realize that he has feet like a regular human, not hooves like the other bulls you have seen, not even like the past bull you have been with. 

“My mom is a human, and my dad is a bull, that’s why I don’t have any hooves if that’s what you’re wondering”

Immediately, you drag your eyes to his face. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, it’s just I’ve never seen the bulls in this town look like you” He nods his head in acknowledgement. “I’ve only met one other shifter, and that was two towns over. Shall we?” His hand outstretches as he makes way for you to pass. You know that you shouldn’t let this man—er—bull walk with you to your cottage, but you suppose he already knows where you live since you already caught him–

Well, we don't need to relive that memory now, do we?

Letting out a huff, you release your key and brush your curls to the side. “Fine, but I swear if you try anything,” You give him a stern look over your shoulder as you walk ahead of him. “Now what is it that you wanted to tell me?”

He takes a deep breath before following you. “I’m just going to cut to the chase, are you familiar with the term fated mates?” You nod along, giving him the okay to continue. “Today, when I saw you in the bar, I felt our bond awaken. I don’t mean to scare you but you’re my fated mate even now as I walk with you I feel a pulling in my chest towards you and with the Blood Moon fast approaching it would be an honor if you would consider helping me through it” As you process his words you sneak a look at him only to find him already staring at you. He smiles sheepishly before scratching the back of his head. You’re about to open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it. “I promise you I am a respectable male, I can cook, I clean, I know how to garden, I will be of good service to you, I will be a good husband and mate” You turn to him with wide eyes.

You look down as you twiddle with your thumbs. “I am surprised you are even poaching yourself to me. Usually, men require women to list all the ways in which they will be a good wife” 

“We male Bulls are required to learn these things so we can serve our wives. I hope you will be satisfied with my abilities” Your feet come to a stop when you realize you’ve reached your cottage. From the past Bull, you’ve met, thankfully, you know all about Blood Moons, but your knowledge of Mates is not that extensive. You always dreamed of growing old with someone and having the fates give you a soulmate. But you're a human. The fates don't give humans mates, only the shifters and other beings in the world, but not humans. All of this is so sudden, you don’t even know his name!

“May I have time to think about it? This is an important decision to make on such short notice” You both turn to face each other, and he lowers himself down on one knee with his right hand over his heart.

“I, Miguel O’Hara, bull from the O’Hare Clan, vow to respect my mate and do all I can to be a respectable husband for my mate. If my mate denies me, I will respect her wishes and leave immediately” You look around anxiously to see if any of your neighbors caught that. You grit your teeth at him, grabbing the ends of your dress so it doesn't end in the mud as you bend down to reach him.

“P-Please get up”, grabbing his elbows so you can help him. “Can you come back at midday in two days so I can think about this?” For some odd reason, the wind picks up the rustling of the leaves, which is the only thing you can hear other than the sound of your beating heart. He nods, tucking a stray curl behind your ear before taking a step back. Once you're inside your cottage, you peek out the window to watch him retreat.

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11 days before the Blood Moon

After spending the last half day moving the few things that he owns into your quaint little cottage, at first, Miguel thought this was a good idea, but now that he has the time to stay more than five minutes in your space, he realized that he was oh so wrong. 

Your smell is everywhere.

Your smell is in the spare room that you gave him in the bathroom that you both share.

The sight of his mate walking around in his shared house is driving him insane.

He anticipates the day he will have you under him and whimpering his name. Since the bond hasn’t been sealed when he takes you over and over again during his blood moon haze, he will continue to ache for you until you accept him as your mate. It might be different since you are a human, but he won’t know until it happens. And because of the difference in genetics as a human woman, it is important to prepare for what’s to come after dinner. He plans on showing you his cock so you can be aware of what you’re dealing with. But before lust clouds his mind, he plans on showing you all of his  household skills. 

He used the potatoes from your garden and the beef from the market in town. Once he’s satisfied with the taste of the beef stew, he turns off the heat and cleans himself up before he goes to pick you up from the tavern.

If you decide to accept him, you, as his mate, will not be working. He wants you home doing the things you love, spending your time with your friends and family, rather than working in a tavern filled with drunk patrons. Miguel only takes 5 steps out of the door before he sees you approaching him. Damnit, why are you walking this late at night alone?

The second he reaches you, he has his arm around your waist. “Don’t do that, my pretty mate. I was on my way to get you”

“I’ve been doing this for years now, and I’ve been fine, you can relax, Miguel,” you protest. He knows you are capable of taking care of yourself, but his bull does not like knowing that his mate is vulnerable when he’s just a walk away.

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“This dinner was amazing, thank you, Miguel” You place the napkin on your lap before getting up to wash the dishes when he beats you to it. When he said that he was going to do all the cooking and the cleaning, you thought he was just saying things, but it’s been a full day, and he has done everything he said he was going to do. Patiently, you wait for him on your couch. He said he wishes to show you all of him, so you are prepared for when the Blood Moon arrives. You don’t have the heart to tell him that you’ve been with a bull before.

Telling your fated mate that you’ve been with one of their kind just feels…wrong, and he’s been so nice to you. You take in every inch of his body, his long legs, his horns, and the way he slightly puffs out his chest as he undoes the laces of his breeches. His thick cock springs free, and the tip of it almost reaches his belly button. He’s not small in any means, but he is thick, and the tip of his cock is already leaking with precum. You’re so busy taking note of every vein that you don’t realize that he’s growing hard right in front of you.

You glance up at him with a shy smile as his precum drips onto the floor. “I’m sorry, you are very pretty, it’s not every day a bull has his mate staring at him so intently. I’ll clean-”

You cut him off by grabbing his wrist. “It’s okay, I’ll do it for you” Sliding off the couch, you lift your dress and sink to your knees right in front of him. You lean forward eagerly and lick the tip of his cock. He tastes just like you expected him to, with just a hint of saltiness. He lets out a groan that turns into a slight rumble before he closes his hands into a fist and opens them back up.

“You can touch me, it’s okay,” you whisper.

He lets out a strained laugh. “If I do, I won’t be able to stop” his hands stop short over your head.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding against the length of him, “That's fine, I don’t mind it” As soon as he gets your permission, his hands rest on the side of your face while the other plays with your hair. He doesn’t push your head forward, which urges you on even more. Without wasting anymore time, you lick from the base of him to the tip, and he fists your hair. 

“F-Fuck if you keep doing that, I’ll cum too soon,” he breathes out.

You feel his whole body shuddering, and you take the tip of him in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck on it, urging more cum to leak through. 

“Damnit mate, I can’t-” Is all you hear before you feel him cumming down your throat. Greedily like the cum slut you are, you drink up every drop. It almost becomes too much for you to handle, but you manage. Once you’ve swallowed everything, you stick your tongue out for his approval. He then leans forward and places a kiss on the side of your lips.

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8 days before the Blood Moon

Although the Blood Moon hasn't arrived yet, he's already feeling the side effects of it, and because his mate is sleeping down the hall from him, it intensifies the side effects.

Sometimes he gets random bursts of his arousal spiking on short notice. It's only been a few days, and he's trying not to alarm you, but it's so hard.

Since you already voiced to him that you are willing to help however you can and give him access to your body during this time, most times, all it takes is seeing you doing a mundane task, and his eyes shift to red. Making him want to rut into you like he's a madman. 

Like now, the sight of you in your almost sheer night gown, making what looks to be a cup of tea, has his bull hungry.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

Without being able to stop himself, he comes up behind you and presses his growing bulge into you.

“Oh, good morning to you too” his arms encircle your waist and press you further into the counter. He feels bad and almost ashamed for greeting you like this, but he promises to make it up to you. Feeling oh so embarrassed, he buried his face into your neck, being mindful of his horns, before breathing in your scent as he continued to mindlessly grind into you from behind.

Miguel senses the second you turn your face to him. When you hook your index finger under his chin, he lets you guide his face to meet yours. “Your eyes look so pretty when it's red, don't hide them from me”

“I’m just so embarrassed, I never wanted my first meeting with my mate to be during the Blood Moon. I may crave your body now, but I promise you I will want all of you when this is over. I want your mind, soul, and your thoughts. I want it all” Because of the height difference, you have to look up at him, but he wants nothing more than to be on his knees before you right now. Slowly, he drags a hand between your legs and begins to rub small circles against your clit.  

“I-I can't wait to fuck you, mate” he watches as your pupils dilate at his words. The pace of his fingers increases, as does the grinding of his hips. Grinding into your ass, he rests his forehead against yours, and your hands go to cradle his face.

“I can't wait either, Miguel, please make me cum” you breathe out against his lips.

With each roll of his hips, he can feel himself reaching the finish line. This might be the first time he cums in his pants, Miguel thinks to himself. “Oh fuck—you're so perfect mate. I can't wait to fill you with my cum”

He becomes undone the second you let out the prettiest moan he's ever heard. It's his name falling from your lips as you cum on his fingers. You bite your lips to conceal the sounds, but he licks the seam of your lips so you can let it all out.

“Don't hide from me, either pretty” 

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5 days till the Blood moon

Unlike the past bull you've been with, you realize that with each passing day, Miguel gets easily agitated. Whether he's upset that his meal doesn't come out the way he planned it for you, or the intense waves of lust that nearly knock him off his feet. Sometimes you feel like the mere sight of you ticks him off because his eyes flash red every time he sees you. You ignore it because you know he means well. If you were in his shoes, you wouldn’t be sure you'd be handling things so well. 

You just finished wiping down the bar counter when a set of rowdy patrons came barreling through the door. “Hey, did anyone order a bull—that big thing looks like it would be a good meal, am I right?” his words come out slurred, but his friends give him agreeing nods. Although this isn’t the first time a bull or any shifters have been seen in this town, for some reason, you have an inkling that the bull outside is yours.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

Oh.

Well, he’s yours for the time being anyway. Who knows if he’ll want to leave once the Blood Moon passes?

Shaking those thoughts from your head, you drop the rag and head outside. You come face-to-face with a huge bull with brown fur; you expect his eyes to be red, but his eyes are brown. You continue to inspect the bull, but when your eyes fall on the gold earrings hanging from his ears, you know that this bull is yours.

“Hi…I've never been this close to a bull before. I'm not sure what I should do,” you say in earnest. The bull lets out a breath through his nose and slowly begins to inch forward.

You let out a nervous laugh before speaking. Having a bull stalk towards you was not on your bucket list. “I'm not prey, am I?” You question, and you hope the fates above that he “says” no. You wait and wait for what feels like eternity, but get nothing. 

Not a twitch in his ear.

Not a roll of his tongue.

Nothing.

Are you even sure he can understand you?

Your bull, however, leans his head low in submission as he walks over to you. You watch as he circles you three times. His eyes are roaming up and down your figure. Standing as straight as possible, not wanting to tick the bull off, it's not until you feel him rubbing his head against you that you sigh in relief.

“So at least I'm not prey,” you let out a laugh before rubbing your hand down his neck. Your bull lets out something that sounds like a sigh as he continues to rub his horns against your torso. When he's done, he steps away and urges you to follow him.

Once he leads you back to your cottage, he tries to follow in after you, but gets stuck in the door frame. His shoulders are just too wide.

“Do you not want to shift back?” Your bull gives a clear shake of his head. You're not sure what prompted Miguel to shift, but you do hope he'll be able to once the time is right.

“Then how will you get in? I don't want you sleeping out here by yourself. Would you like it if I slept out here with you on the floor?” Your bull sends a warning sound right as the words leave your lips.

You place your hand on your hip. “Okay, okay, okay, I'll use you as a pillow, better?” The bull lets out an excited noise that has you laughing again.

 After quickly retreating inside to grab some sheets and a book to read to your bull, you hastily join him under the stars in the back of your cottage. Oddly enough, you spent all night speaking to your bull and reading him stories. You're not quite sure who succumbed to sleep first.

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4 days till the Blood Moon

When you awake that morning, you are no longer resting on a big warm blanket known as your mate but against a hard surface.

Slowly peeling open your eyes, Miguel comes into view. “Thank you for being so thoughtful to my bull; he can be a handful at times.” Lazily, his fingers thread through your hair, but they get caught on a knot there.

He immediately apologizes. “Sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No, I didn't get to properly wrap my hair in its silk covering, so there will be a few tangles to take out”

“I'm sorry, I will learn how to help you keep your hair free from tangles” You open your mouth to say something when your stomach rumbles instead. A laugh comes from both of you as you both make your way inside. 

You are both preparing breakfast when there's a knock at your door. “I’ll get it,” You pat Miguel on his shoulder before getting the door. As soon as you open the door, you feel all the blood drain from your face. 

Why him?

Out of all people, why him?

The bull shifter whom you helped through his Blood Moon phase is standing right in front of you, while your bull shifter mate is merely a few feet away. This is not going to end well.

The second your name falls from his lips, you immediately want to shut the door. “Hi, is it okay if I can come inside so we can talk?” You can practically hear the second Miguel registers that the other voice is a man. Aren't bulls supposed to have a keen nose, too? You won’t be surprised if the two of them smell each other.

You shake your head and close the door a little bit. “Sorry, I'm busy. I don't think that would be a good idea”

You watch as he takes a breath. “It would be very brief-” And of course, your worst nightmare is coming true, he takes a sniff of the air.

“Oh, I see you already have-”

You're so worried, you don't even register Miguel's presence behind you until you feel a possessive hand snaking around your waist, covering the entirety of your stomach. You almost shiver as you feel his tail sliding under your dress and wrapping around your leg.

“And what business do you have with my mate Malachi?”

The surprise on Malachi's face is evident when he puts his hands up in defense and takes two steps back. “I'm sorry, I mean no harm, Miguel the second I smelled you I was getting ready to leave”

But Miguel isn't hearing any of that. “What are you doing seeing my mate right before the Blood Moon?” Malachi opens his mouth to speak, but you do it for him.

Twisting your head to look at Miguel, you reassure him the best that you can. “Nothing, Miguel. I usually give him vegetables from my garden. He just came to get some, isn't that right, Malachi?” Silently, you send him a warning with your eyes. Fates above you hope Malachi is smart enough to catch on.

“Yes, it is, but bulls are very territorial around their mates, and from what I can see, you guys didn't seal the bond, and it's too close to the Blood Moon. It would be a death wish if I even stepped closer to you. Enjoy your time together, you two. I'll catch y'all later” To your relief, he tips his head to you and Miguel before slowly walking away, but Miguel bares his teeth at him anyway. The second he's out of sight, you slowly close the door, but Miguel hasn't untangled himself from you yet.

You can practically feel the anger radiating off of him, but you're not sure if he's in control or his bull is.

“Miguel?” You croak. “Are you in control right now?”

“I-I don't know,” he lets out in earnest. “My bull is not happy”

“I'm sorry, should I speak to him? I don't know what to do. I don't wanna upset him further”

“If I give him the reins, I don't know if he'll bring me back, but I can try,” he says as he takes a breath into your neck.

You know when Miguel's bull is out when his arms and tail tighten around you. You place a gentle hand on his arm in hopes of calming him down. Although nothing was said, you think he knows why Malachi came to visit you before the Blood Moon. You say a silent prayer, hoping he'll be fine because of the night the two of you shared when you fell asleep in your garden under the stars.

“Mate, look at me,” he commands. Oddly enough, his voice is slightly deeper than Miguel's usual tone.

Slowly, you turn your head to face him, and he leans his head against yours, his eyes boring into yours. “You're mine, no other bull will ever have access to your body again” 

You nod. “I have no intentions of bedding any bull other than you”

“You helped him through a past blood moon, didn't you? That's why he came over here” You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off.

“Don't. Lie.” 

You close your mouth and reopen it again to tell the truth. “I did, but I knew him for some time, and all my friends were talking about getting with the shifter in town, so of course I would be curious!” Your words come tumbling out of your mouth, you’re not sure if you even took a breath or if your bull understood you. 

Suddenly, you feel the end of his tail trace the outline of your pussy through your panties. Your gasp is swallowed when the hand around your stomach moves to your neck.

“He needs to prepare for what's to come. We won't be gentle, pretty mate” You don't have it in you to respond, so you just nod.

The movements of his tail quicken as he speaks. “We will fuck you hard and fast. We will fill each of your holes with our cum. Are you ready for that, mate?” 

“Y-Yes I am”

“You will take every inch of us and moan out our name” Shamelessly, you nod. Slowly, you tilt your mouth up to him, but he turns his head to the side at the last moment.

“Save it for him, I'll have you during the Blood Moon” You almost let out a sound of disapproval at him, but you swallow it down. He stops the movement of his tail against your clit and carries you to the couch. When you look into his eyes again, they are no longer red. 

Miguel is back.

He positions both of your thighs over his so you're straddling his lap. His eyes dance all over your body as if you make sure you're okay. 

“I'm okay, Miguel, your bull has a very filthy mouth, though” Miguel laughs at that, but it's cut short when his nose flares. Oh God, he can smell your arousal.

Silently, you watch as he drags his fingers up your thighs and into your panties. “Fuck you're so wet, mate, did he make you cum?”

“No, and I want to cum so badly, Miguel, please,” you plead, and happily, he begins to draw circles against your clit.

“I'm going to make cum on my fingers and then make you breakfast so I can have mine, okay?” He emphasizes the word mine by cupping your pussy, and happily, you shiver at what's to come.

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4 hours before the Blood Moon

Miguel is beyond nervous for tonight. He can feel his mind slowly turning into mush, and the tremors in his legs and tail are a dead giveaway.

Miguel isn't the type of bull to be jittery either, so he knows that the side effects of the moon are upon him. After drinking his 4th glass of water, the bond in his chest is pulling him towards the garden. 

His mate is out there.

When he steps out into the garden, he comes face to face with the most beautiful picture he's ever seen. You're sitting there on one of the benches with your head tilted to the sun. Oh, goddess, if there was ever a way to capture this picture before him, he would do so in a heartbeat.

He doesn't know how long he's out there for helplessly staring at you, but it isn't until you lower your head and open your eyes that he stops. “Oh—I didn't hear you come out. Would you like to join me?”

He shakes his head. “No, I'm fine watching you”

“Please?” That's all the words he needs to hear you say because he's at your side in seconds. How can he deny his mate what she wants?

“Are you nervous for tonight?” 

Slowly, he threads your fingers together, seeing the difference in sizes, furthering his doubts. “I'm more worried about you. I don't want to hurt you. What if you're sleeping when the lust takes over? Or what if I accidentally hurt you?”

You raise your interlocked hands together. “Nothing will happen to me, and I told you I'm willing no matter what, so if I'm sleeping and I don't wake up in time, use me. Although I've only known you for a short amount of time, I trust you, Miguel. You're my fated mate.”

“I'm glad I found you when I did. I wasn't even looking for you, and yet here we are” He watches as you give him a soft smile, and his eyes dart to your lips at the action. There are only a few hours left before the Blood Moon, and he hasn't even kissed his mate yet. What a foolish man he is.

Slowly, he leans in, taking his interlocked hand and resting it on his lap while using the other free hand to cradle your face. Before he has the chance to ask for permission, you mimic his movements by taking your free hand and cradling the right side of his face.

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It's like you can feel his urge and desire to kiss you. You're not sure if it's a result of the bond, but you can feel it. Deep within your chest. Wanting to take the leap of faith, you close the distance between the two of you, pressing your lips against his. You let your lips rest there, savoring the taste of your mate. You then kiss him again, taking in his top lip and the bottom one. Slowly, the kiss deepens, and you find yourself straddling him on the bench. Threading your fingers through his hair, you sigh into the kiss as he drags his hands up and down your body.

You grind your hips onto his pelvis and moan at the growing bulge you feel there. Without warning, he places his hands under your knees and carries you into the cottage. Without breaking the kiss, he leads you into your bedroom and places you in the bed. Without missing a beat, he kisses you again, hiking your legs up in the process. Your legs open wider to accommodate the sheer size of him. 

Miguel dips his hand into your already soaked panties and uses his thumb to rub circles on your clit while he slowly pushes a finger inside of you. You gasp at the intrusion, breaking the kiss, and he begins to drag kisses down your neck. You can't help but laugh since your neck is very ticklish.

“What's so funny?” Miguel says in between kisses. 

“You're tickling me,” you breathe out.

“Now I wonder if I add two more, will you be laughing then?” You're about to ask him what he means, but then you feel two more of his fingers entering your pussy, your back arches off the bed, pressing your chest into him. 

Miguel picks up the pace of his fingers and begins to kiss and suck on the mounds of your breasts. “Fuck, mate, take these off,” he rasps.

You can feel your body temperature rising and a familiar pressure building deep within your stomach. Trying your best, you unlace the front of your dress with shaky fingers. As soon as they are free, he uses his tongue to flick your nipple until it hardens. Your mate sure does know how to multitask. You're not even doing anything, and you're not sure where you should place your hands.

“Fate blessed me when they made you my mate,” he breathes out over your lips.

“F-Fuck I'm going-” you don't even have the time to finish your sentence when your orgasm is racking through your body. Your legs begin to tremble a bit, but that doesn't stop him. Since you become overstimulated quickly, you have to place your hand on his to help.

“It's t’much Miguel!” You cry out. He listens to you with a chuckle and withdraws his fingers. He puts on a show of placing his fingers into his mouth and sucking his fingers clean. 

You both clean up and change into your nightwear before heading to bed. When you see Miguel walking out of the bedroom, you stop him.

“Where are you going?” You say as you prop yourself up using your elbow on the bed. “I thought I would give you some space before…” When his words trail off, you know exactly what he's implying.

“No, you're my mate, I know I'm just a human, but I have the need to be in your presence too y’know” You peel back the covers to invite him in. You watch in all his glory as he walks up to you. He's wearing nothing but loose trousers, his tan skin glowing in the moonlight. If he wasn't going to have intense lust for the next few days, you would've asked him to end the night with you inside of you.

Once he's comfortable in bed, he wraps a hand around your waist and rests his head over your beating heart.

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The Blood Moon

You feel exactly when the lust begins to take over your mate. Blinking away the sleep from your eyes, you can feel him palming your breasts through your night gown. You know that this is going to be hard on him, so you gently comb your fingers through his hair. Immediately, he whimpers when your fingers make contact.

“I know, baby, I know”, you whisper. At the sound of your voice, he tilts his head, and his eyes meet yours. You watch as they flicker brown then red. He sits up using his fists and places a swift kiss on your forehead. But as you look up at him this time, his eyes are fully red.

His bull is here.

His bull is not gentle but not rough to the point it hurts. You barely have the chance to stop him as he tears your night gown in two. You gasp as the cold air hits you, and goosebumps erupt on your skin.

“Mine”

With that one word, the dam breaks, his hands drag down your neck, your breasts, and then he cups your pussy.

He begins to tear at his trousers to free his cock. You spread your legs eagerly to show him that you're ready to take him. He lets out a growl of approval before stroking his cock twice. His tip is already leaking with precum, but unlike last time, it's more than a little drop; it's spilling onto the sheets.

He rubs his tip all over your pussy he drags it from your clit to your ass. You moan at the feeling, and without warning, you feel his thick cock breaching your entrance.

You let out a whimper of pain and drag your fingers to play with your clit.

“Made for me,” Is all he says as he breathes into your neck. You nod your head eagerly at his words. “Yes, I was made for you!” you cry out as he pushes himself all the way in, not stopping until your pelvises are touching. But he doesn't give you a second to breathe. 

The pace he sets is brutal.

All you can hear is the sound of his balls hitting your ass and the growls that leave his lips. Within seconds, you become a moaning mess, so you hastily remove your fingers from your clit and enjoy while he uses you. 

“Y-You’re so big, Migs,” you say in between moans. You feel so full you're not even possible you were able to feel like this. You've never felt like this, not even with the last bull. But you guess things are going to be different because he's your mate. Within seconds, you can feel your orgasm rising to the surface.

It hasn't even been five minutes yet!

When you feel yourself going over the edge, your eyes shut, and your back arches off the bed. Your bare chest is touching his in an attempt to touch him more. You drape your arms over his shoulders; however, that does the opposite of what you want because then he's dragging your knees up to your chest, creating more of a distance between the two of you. He continues to drive his thick cock inside of you without stopping; you’re not sure when he’s going to cum.

Tears begin to fall from your eyes as your body heat rises with each stroke of his cock. Right before the overstimulation can become painful, you feel his body tense, and he lets out a growl into your neck. With each snap of his hips, he fills your pussy with ropes of his cum. It becomes so much that you begin…… to feel full. Fuller than you did with his cock inside of you. Oh, gods, you hope with it is normal. Blissed out from sex, you lazily stroke his back with your nails, and just when you think it's over, you feel him—grow?

“M-Miguel, what’s happening?” You choke out, and you lightly tug on his hair to get his attention. 

“Knot” His voice is deep and rough; it still amazes you how different they sound, Miguel and his Bull, although they are in the same body and known as one. But you shake your head to get rid of these thoughts you're not supposed to be thinking about that, and you need to know why his cock just grew while he’s still inside of you. You try to shift your hips, but that makes it hurt.

“Miguel—er bull, how do we fix this knot business?” He lifts himself up slightly by his forearms and points at you. “Mate—” then points down to where the two of you are joined together. “Knot”

You tilt your head as you try to understand him. “The knot is because of me, your mate” The bull nods his head once, but then his eyes dart down to your breast. He takes your left breast into his mouth and begins to suck. 

Oh, goddess, he’s not done?

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3 days into the Blood Moon

In one of the rare moments Miguel has control over his emotions, you both rest, get water, and food in order to replenish yourselves. Having sex back-to-back does take a toll on a person. You’re in the kitchen naked as the day you were born, since you’ve lost one too many night gowns in his presence.

You've learned plenty of things in the past few days. You've made yourself a list.

Just call him Miguel when in Rut.

Wear no clothes until the Blood Moon is over.

His bull only answer is words 5 or fewer (subject to change).

Talk to him until his knot goes down; both Miguel and his bull can hear you

You've gotten the hang of things, and so does he. The Blood Moon does take a toll on him both mentally and physically. You honestly can't imagine not being able to control yourself for hours. The more you spend with his bull in his rut, the more you both understand each other. The more time he spends with you, the more in tune to your feelings and needs. Or more so, both of you go back and forth.

You're getting ready to bring him his dinner when you hear a door slam closed. When he rounds the corner and your eyes meet his, their red once again. He wanted to make dinner for the two of you, but later excused himself to the bathroom. 

Before he can pounce on you and spill his hard work, you hold up a hand to stop his advancement. “Wait! Let me put this down, you just made it for us, we don't want it to waste right”

“I need you,” he growls, but he watches you like prey as you move the dinner plates away from the dining table. Once you're ready for him, you give him a slight nod of your head and close the distance between you in 4 strides. 

He grabs your neck and places his lips against yours in a harsh kiss. “You made me wait,” he says as he bites your bottom lip and drags his fingers over your pussy and gives it a light tap. You whimper at the contact, soon you will have to prepare to take him in your ass. There's only so much a girl can handle.

“You'll be fine,” you say back to him, but a gasp leaves your lips as he plunges three fingers into your wet pussy. He pushes his fingers in and out in and out until all you can hear are the lewd sounds that your body is making. He leans forward and places love bites all over your body. On your cheek, over both of your breasts, and on your stomach, but he places a gentle kiss on your pelvis.

The huge contrast between his ruthless fingers and that gentle kiss is driving you nuts. Once again, it's not long until you're cumming.

“Fuck t’much Miguel,” you say in between pants, repeating it over and over, but all he says back is. “You'll be fine,” in a mocking tone.

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6 days into the Blood Moon

You awake to Miguel shaking you. When you open them, his eyes are red already, and you're surprised he didn't start fucking you while you were sleeping. On the second day, when he began fucking you before he could wake you up, you never knew how much you enjoyed waking up on the brink of an orgasm.

You smile lazily at him as he turns you until you're straddling him. Gently, you reach behind you to cup his balls and rub his shaft.

“Sit on me,” he says in that deep voice of his, and obediently, you move your hips back so you can line him up with your entrance, but he grabs onto your hips and drags you forward.

Towards his face.

Oh.

“I've never…” You begin to say, but he drags his hands up and down your thighs. It's almost as if he's trying to encourage you. He really is learning, you think to yourself. Without wasting any more time, you urge your hips forward.

“Is mate okay?” Miguel asks, and you nod down at him shyly before lowering yourself down onto his mouth.

He laps up your slick with his tongue and places a kiss on your clit. He licks you from top to bottom, and soon he's sucking on your clit and plunging a finger inside of you. You begin to grind into his face, moving your hips back and forth, leaning back with your hands on opposite sides of his thighs.

You close your legs without meaning to, and he hums in delight. The action sends wonderful vibrations into your pussy.

“I'm gonna cum” you whine as you continue to roll your hips.

“F-Fuck fuck fuck” You chant over and over again like a mantra. Despite the pleasure you're feeling, you can hear him encouraging you with every sound and groan he makes. This orgasm takes over your whole body. Your legs begin to tremble, and you're sure you feel a gush of something coming out between your legs. Your moans bounce off the bedroom walls and—

You pause when you feel it.

Thick, hot ropes of cum landing on your back. For some odd reason that draws out your orgasm. Your mate just had an orgasm, and you did nothing to him. 

When you're both spent, you lean forward to capture his lips. You kiss him slowly to savor the movement and your taste on his mouth. You sigh happily while you feel him dragging his cum over your back.

You definitely have to shower as soon as he's done. “What are you doing?” You say your voice is going up an octave.

“My name…on my mate” When your eyes meet his, their eyes flicking brown and red, whichever version of him is with you, you kiss him gently before closing your eyes.

•°~°•

10th day of the Blood Moon

You wake before he does as the sun streams into the room. You wake up on top of him, straddling his thighs with his semi-hard cock still inside of you. It was a slow day yesterday, and even slower night, so you’re sure that his rut is coming to an end. You take this time to admire him, brushing the hair away from his face, and you place a gentle kiss on his cheek. You've grown to know him so much that the thought of him leaving you now that his rut is over makes a pit form in your stomach. You've grown used to him in your space. You've grown attached to him and his bull, you think you might ask him—

Miguel slowly rouses and sends a lazy smile your way. 

“Good morning, mate” 

“Morning, are you well?” you question.

“Yes, I am, are you?” You nod before deciding it's best if you open your mouth to speak.

You look away, not wanting him to meet your eyes. “Are you going to leave me?” The second the words leave your mouth, you wince. 

You sound so pathetic.

“I'm sorry that-” He cuts you off and cradles your face.

“Is that what you want?”

You shake your head. “No, I want you to stay, stay with me, and we can be mates, and you can tell me all the things that a mate of a bull needs to do, and-” He cuts you off again, and this time he speaks. “There's nothing you need to do, mate, I'll take care of you and everything that you may need, you'll have it. When we make things official, you can see my clan and my family if you'd like”

A smile appears on your face. “I'd love that Miguel” Suddenly, you remember that he's still nestled deep inside you, and this time he's fully hard. You roll your hips, and he sits up and runs his fingers through your curls. You can feel his tail roping around your leg. He guides your face to meet his, and he presses his lips against yours.

His breath hitches when you clench around him suddenly, warmth eagerly clinging to his hardness as he rolls his hips slowly into yours.

You’re laid so perfectly under him, front to the mattress, taking every inch of his cock, not even aware of his presence behind you. 

Or at least that’s what he thinks.

But you’ve actually been awake since he got home. 

Your sleepy ears immediately perked up as soon as you heard his keys turn the front door’s lock -- like an overzealous puppy.

Apparently, your body was anticipating his return and was on high alert for any sign of him. You stayed in bed, eyes still closed, listening silently as he moved from the shower to the sink to his closet, following his usual nighttime routine. And then there was silence. No ruffle of his clothes or heavy steps toward the bed.

You almost jumped when he touched you at first as you weren’t expecting it. He had been so quiet up to this point that you had no idea that he was hovering right over you, eyes sweeping over your “sleeping” figure.

You shiver against his calloused fingers, nerves buzzing at the sensation of his rough skin against your smooth legs.

His fingers glided against the top of your bare thigh where your oversized 'borrowed' shirt had ridden up. You swear you could feel his eyes bore into you as he watched carefully to make sure your breaths remained steady. 

He slowly nudged the rest of the fabric off of your lower body, revealing your barely there panties that mold over your curves beautifully. You could barely hear the low sigh that he lets out as he fiddled with the edge of the material, debating whether to slip them off of you or not. 

He doesn’t. 

So here you are now, ruined panties, soaked and stretched out, shifted to the side as he plunges deep into you. You've lost track of how long he's been working himself into you because every time you're about to topple off the edge, he slips out, prolonging the terrible ache that hums inside of you. Your eyes flutter shut from the exhaustion of being edged over and over.

You've actually fallen asleep a couple of times to the euphoric feeling of him filling you up, but only for a few minutes at a time. You're always woken up soon after to the build of your orgasm or a soft groan against your neck.

The soft, wet sound of him moving into you is the only thing you can hear other than the occasional pant and groan that's puffed softly against the back of your neck.

You've been able to barely hold back any noises that his body is trying to coax from yours, but you feel like even if you did slip up, he wouldn't even notice with how wrecked he sounds at the moment.

The occasional breathy whine spurs you on the most. You swear that you’ve never heard him sound so needy before. So utterly depraved for your touch, for the warm enclosure you provide.

You’re so unbearably wet for him that he’s desperately holding himself back from waking you up by finally pounding you into the bed and taking what he needs.

You can feel heat bloom through your body like a wildfire as he moves against you. Your body tenses slightly for, what feels like the fiftieth time, anticipating the inevitable collapse into ecstasy, though you know he'll deny your orgasm as soon as you start fluttering around him.

A groan rumbles softly against your back through his chest as he plunges all the way to the hilt and stops. "Fuck--" It's a mere whisper in the heated air of the bedroom.

His body is tense and you can feel the way his body swells against you with deep breaths as he holds himself back from making any sudden movements.

He's edging himself too.

He pulls out even slower then sits back on his knees, taking in the sight of your ruined cunt.

Your slick is all over your inner thighs, and you're sure if you could see him, it would be all over his hips as well. His hands delicately trace at your sides, loving how you unconsciously shiver against his touch.

Then he isn't so gentle. Without much fanfare, he grabs a pillow, shoves it under your hips, and tilts your body to the perfect position. His favorite position.

This is the endgame.

An unexpected raspy moan rips through your throat as the head of his cock suddenly pushes flush against your cervix. You couldn’t hold it back any longer, it was too much. Your back arches sharply in response to the way he suddenly stretches you out.

His movements stutter at the noise.

“How long have you been awake, sweetheart?”

“I-I-ahhhh” The intense mind-numbing feeling of him shoved inside of you is too much to handle. Miguel doesn't seem to care about the answer as he starts to angle his thrusts upwards and pushes in incredibly deep, stroking deliciously against that one spot inside of you.

His pace is still slow and languid, but you can barely form a coherent thought as he places more force into his thrusts. The bed shifts as his body snaps against yours with added fervor, headboard knocking against the wall.

Your body attempts to curl into itself as senseless pleasure starts to take over, but his hold on your waist is too strong. You're sure you'll have bruises on your skin in the morning as the tightening flutter of your cunt causes his grip to harden around you.

After the endless minutes -- no hours, of him edging you, you finally collapse. White hot pleasure burns through every nerve on your body and you swear you're physically paralyzed for a second. You cry out as your body trembles uncontrollably, tears spilling onto the mattress under you.

“Fuck—you’re so good to me, baby. Always so ready to take my cock in this delicious pussy.” An arm wraps around your body then takes hold of your throat, fingers intoxicatingly pressing into your delicate skin. Each thrust is followed by harsh grunts as he starts to speed up. You can barely follow his movements as they become more chaotic. More feral.

Another desperate whine spills from his lips as he holds you impossibly closer to him. “Please let me cum inside of you, honey." His mouth hovers right next to your ear, lust dripping off of every word. "Let me fill you up and make a mess in you.”

"Y-yes, please...." Your voice comes out hoarse from his grip on your throat. You love it.

“I want to see your pussy weep with it before I shove it back in. You’ll take it all won’t you?” You nod hopelessly and his thrusts start to stutter. Before long, he lets out a broken groan and you feel the familiar warmth of him gush deeply inside of you.

His weight sandwiches you against the mattress as he falls over you, breaths starting to slow down. Your brain is still foggy from your climax, but you sigh with contentment at the pressure of his body.

Eventually, he rolls off of you to his side of the bed then pulls you against him, chest against your back.

"Were you really awake that whole time?"

I am such a dirty filthy slut for Miguel Horse-Cock O’Hara you have no idea.

I think that 8.5 inches is a lovely, realistic and very well-endowed number. But I did not log into tumblr dot com to be realistic.

10 1/2 at least and thicker than a fourloko

I am talking you can’t take it, you literally CANNOT take him all the way. He won’t even let you try bc he doesn’t want to hurt you🥺🫶🏻

He will take some real deal convincing and persuading to even let you try to sit on it. Maybe you can catch him in a weaker moment, after you’ve already spent hours grinding on his aching cock, helplessly bouncing on his clothed lap

Grey. Sweatpants.

I have completely blacked out at this point I am shaking.

And talk about the fucking biggest heaviest breeder balls known to man. The poor man needs to cum OKAY

And all he wants to do is breed you all day every day but he has to hold back so you can still function and walk around ya know

But when you fucking beg, and you whine and you cry about needing to feel completely full, how he’s the only one who can give you what you fucking need

He’s gonna loose control and bottom out with hard, stiff snaps of his hips.

Backshot king 👑

He’s going to cum in you, fuck the cum deeper into you, cum again, etc, etc until the both of you are numb and brain dead. 🫶🏻