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You grabbed a few bottles of soju and quickly paid for them. The supermarket cashier looked at you with a pitying look. Maybe she realizes that you're a mess right now.

It's late and the streets are empty. But you don't care. You just want to vent your feelings and forget everything. But it seems like your feelings can't go away that easily.

Your phone rings and you see Nobara calling you. You lazily picked up the phone.

"Did you really break up with Megumi? But why? Haven't you liked him since you were in elementary school?"

"You're asking me? How could I possibly know the answer! You think I'm the one who decided to end this relationship? No! He's the one who ended it!" you yell in annoyance.

"Ah... where are you now? Do you want me to accompany you?" Nobara asks.

You sigh softly. "No need. I just want to forget everything right now," you reply and you quickly turn off the call.

You stare at the picture of you and Megumi on your phone screen. Everything really sucks. Now you're standing still at the supermarket counter and staring at some people. Suddenly you notice a man who looks very similar to Megumi.

You swallow when you realize that he's looking back at you. He really does look like Megumi. Or rather the Megumi in twenty years. You start to lose track of what's going on because you've had too much soju.

The dark-haired man then approached you and grinned. "Looks like you just had an unpleasant experience. Would you like to tell me about it?"

You looked at the man who was now sitting in front of you. "Well, I liked a boy since we were both in elementary school. I was very happy when he reciprocated my feelings and we started dating."

You don't know why you told him your problem. "We started dating in high school. We dated for three years. But for some reason he suddenly told me that he was bored and wanted to end this relationship."

Unconsciously your tears flow again. You never thought that one day your relationship with Megumi would run into an end. You want to ask Megumi why he decided to end your relationship.

"That's too bad. By the way, you can call me Toji. Maybe I can keep you company tonight. I wouldn't leave a girl alone," Toji says with a grin.

"You really resemble my ex-boyfriend. Maybe he'll really look like you in twenty years. I miss him so much," you say sadly.

Toji wipes away your tears. "I can help you to forget all those memories of your ex-boyfriend. Or maybe you can imagine me as your ex-boyfriend."

You are silent for a moment at Toji's words. You are not an innocent person. You understand exactly what Toji means. You gazed at his body quietly and imagined that he was on top of you. You swallowed your saliva.

Toji chuckled softly at your hesitation. He played with your hair and patiently waited for your answer. Seeing Toji's sensual treatment, you wavered. But somehow you still feel hesitant.

You stare at Toji with a doubtful look. "W-well. Help me forget my ex-boyfriend."

Toji smiled widely when he heard that. "Where do you want to do it?"

"A-at my apartment," you reply. You didn't want to risk any students on your campus seeing you having a one night stand with an older man.

The two of you then walk to your apartment. You feel the doubt in your heart again. Do you have to do this just because Megumi ended your relationship?

You open the door to your apartment and Toji immediately pushes you inside. You were surprised when Toji's lips touched yours. He was so gentle and aggressive at the same time. You couldn't describe him.

"I'll make you not regret this decision," Toji grinned.

You guys kissed for a few more minutes and you started to get out of breath. Toji took off your shirt and immediately gave you a few kisses.

You guys go back to kissing for a few minutes and you start to get out of breath. Toji takes off your shirt and immediately gives you a few kissmarks on your neck and chest. Toji then immediately laid you down on the bed.

Breathing heavily, you tried to speak. "Hey... Toji... I'm still a virgin. Can you do it slowly?"

"I didn't expect you to be a virgin after dating for three years," Toji says as he undresses you. Now you were completely naked.

Toji inserted one finger into your vagina and he started sucking your nipple. You are really horny and it makes you more relaxed. Toji then tries to insert both his fingers and it makes you stifle your scream.

"You can scream if you want. I have to really stimulate you because my size is different from other men," Toji chuckled.

You finally started to sigh softly. Toji smiled when he realized that. He then added a finger and now all three fingers were inside your vagina. You screamed when he did that.

Toji went back to sucking your nipples and kissing your lips. You grimace softly when Toji bites your nipple. After making sure that you were completely wet, Toji started to take off his pants.

You round your eyes when you see the size of his penis. "H-hey, I don't think your penis will be enough. I-it's too big for me," you say fearfully.

Toji ignores your words and immediately licks your pussy. You screamed softly again. Toji really makes sure that you won't be in pain while you do it. You finally orgasm and Toji holds his erect penis.

"It might hurt, but I assure you it won't last long," Toji says as he kisses your forehead.

Toji then begins to insert his penis and you grimace softly. After you get used to it, he puts it all inside you. You scream out loud. It hurts and feels good.

"Shit, you're really tight. I'm glad that son of a bitch isn't interested in taking your virginity. I'm really lucky to be the first," Toji says.

You can't understand what he's saying because you're lost in pleasure. Toji started moving his body and you sighed loudly. Toji also tried to hold back his sighs and decided to kiss you on the lips.

A few minutes later you start to feel something strange. Your body stiffens and you feel something really delicious. Toji who realized that you were orgasming let you rest for a moment.

He then moved back and lowered his body. "You may not realize, but I'm not using a condom or any kind of protection. So don't protest if I take it out inside."

You round your eyes at his words. "Don't! What if I get pregnant? I have to finish my education first!" you squeal in panic.

"Wouldn't it be nice if you were pregnant with my child? You don't have to study and just wait for me to come home. Your belly will grow bigger because of my child. Damn, that sounds fun," Toji laughs.

You swallow your saliva. What would your parents say if you got pregnant? Not to mention that the baby's father is twice your age. Your mind starts to fog up. You then looked at Toji who was also looking at you.

Toji accelerated his movements and you knew he was about to cum. A few minutes later Toji screamed and you could feel his sperm inside you. You too had an orgasm and you could only sigh softly.

Toji pulled out his dick and immediately lay down next to you. You who had no strength could only let those big hands hold you. Toji realizes that your phone is on and immediately picks it up.

Toji chuckled softly when he saw your phone's wallpaper. He could see you and Megumi in their school uniforms. You gave Toji a confused look and then realized that he took your phone.

"Well, I don't really want to say this. But Megumi is my son," Toji said casually.

You round your eyes. "What?"

Toji laughs. "It's okay. Maybe after you get pregnant, we'll get married and you'll be Megumi's stepmother. You'll be your ex-boyfriend's stepmom. Haha."

You stomped into the kitchen with an exaggerated huff. Nanami, as composed as ever, glanced up, his golden eyes softening at the sight of you. His sharp jawline looking unfairly good in the soft morning light. His apron was tied neatly, because of course it was, and there wasn’t a hair out of place on his golden head. The only thing that kinda stood out, was the slight hickeys on his neck (cutesy of you of course).

“Good morning,” he greeted, voice deep and velvety.

And so, it began.

You planted your hands on your hips.

“Kento, you didn’t refill the soap dispenser in the bathroom.”

He blinked.

“Ah. My apologies. I’ll do that after breakfast.”

…That was it?

“You also forgot to close the rice jar last night,” you added, upping the stakes.

“Noted,” he replied smoothly, setting down the knife. “I’ll make sure to close it properly from now on. Thank you for pointing it out.”

Your eye twitched. What? That was it? No defensive response? No hint of irritation?

The nerve of this man. How dare he be a calm and collected man.

“That’s it? You’re not even going to argue?”

“Why would I argue with you, darling?” he asked, his tone as calm as a summer breeze.

You crossed your arms, glaring at him like a cat about to pounce. “Because I’m clearly picking a fight!”

He tilted his head slightly, studying you. “Why would you want to fight with me?”

The genuine confusion in his voice made your frustration spike. He’s impossible! You stormed over, poking a finger into his (annoyingly firm) chest.

“I’m bored, Kento! I want a reaction! Get mad at me, throw a pillow, something!”

“Hmm,” he murmured, looking almost thoughtful. “If you needed to burn off energy, you could’ve just said so.”

Your brows furrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means,” he said, leaning in slightly, “that I could take you to the bedroom and fuck that energy out of you.”

What.

You froze, heat rushing to your face.

“…Excuse me?!”

He raised a brow.

“Wouldn’t that be more effective than starting a fight?”

“Nanami Kento!” you squeaked, pointing an accusatory finger (again) at him. “You can’t just say things like that!”

“Why not?” he asked, utterly unbothered. “We’re married.”

You opened your mouth to argue but quickly shut it when he took a step toward you.

“Nope, nope, nope!” you yelped, spinning on your heel and fleeing the kitchen.

“Running won’t help, darling,” he called after you, his tone warm with amusement.

You bolted into the living room, skidding around the couch.

“Stay back, Nanami! I’m warning you!”

You cringed as you used his- well yours too- last name.

“And what exactly are you warning me about?” he asked, rounding the corner at a leisurely pace.

You darted the other way, circling the couch like a panicked rabbit. “I’ll—I’ll scream!”

He smirked faintly.

“Go ahead. The neighbors know we’re married.”

You gawked at him. “Why are you like this?!”

“Why are you like this?” he countered, watching your antics with the air of a man enjoying himself far too much. He paused mid-chase, casually pulling out his phone.

“Are you checking your phone right now?!” you screeched. “In the middle of a fight?!”

He glanced at the screen, his lips quirking upward. “Oh. That explains it.”

You froze. “Explains what?”

“You’re ovulating,” he said matter-of-factly, holding up his phone as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

“…I’m sorry, what?” You stared at him, heat rushing to your face for the second time that morning. “You… have my cycle on your phone?”

“Of course,” he said simply, pocketing his phone. “I’m a good husband.”

You blinked. “That’s… weird.”

“It’s responsible,” he countered smoothly.

“It’s weird!”

“It isn't.”

“Yes it is! Creep!!”

“No my love,” he said again, his tone infuriatingly calm.

You groaned, throwing your head back. “Kento, you’re so—”

“Efficient? Attentive? Handsome?” he offered.

“Annoying!” you shot back, but your face betrayed you, burning with embarrassment—and, much to your dismay, a little bit of something else.

“Hmm,” he mused, taking a deliberate step forward. “You’re flushed.”

“No, I’m not!” you lied, backing up.

“Oh, you are,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?”

“Thinking about what?” you squeaked.

He leaned in slightly, his eyes glinting with mischief. “About how I said I’d put a baby in you yesterday.”

You froze, staring at him like he’d grown a second head.

“Nanami Kento!” You sputtered, "You said you wouldn't bring that up again!"

“What?” he asked, entirely unrepentant. “Isn’t that what you want?”

Your brain short-circuited. “I—what—no—yes—stop talking!”

He smirked, his expression unfairly attractive. “Ah. That’s what’s getting you going, isn’t it?”

You sputtered, backing up as he advanced. “I—no! Stop! You’re being—you’re being—”

He cut you off, his voice calm but devastatingly firm. “I’ll put you in a mating press if you keep running.”

Your jaw dropped.

“Excuse me?! Sir, how do you even know that term?”

He shrugged, his expression far too casual for someone who had just said something so obscene.

“I read.”

“Nanami Kento, you—!”

But before you could finish your protest, he scooped you up effortlessly, cradling you against his chest like a damsel in distress. “Nooooo!” you wailed, clinging dramatically to the nearest doorframe.

“You’re very dramatic for someone who’s been married for years,” he said, carrying you toward the bedroom with infuriating ease.

“This is different!” you cried, kicking your legs half-heartedly. “I’m—Kentoooo, I’m a pure, unwed maiden!”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm. “You’re my wife. And you’re not escaping this time.”

You pouted, though the flutter in your chest betrayed you. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re mine,” he said, his lips brushing against your temple.

“Fine,” you muttered, burying your face in his chest. “But don’t think this means you’ve won.”

His smile was soft, but his words sent a shiver down your spine. “Darling, I’ve already won.”

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The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the air heavy with the heat of the moment. You were a breathless mess beneath Nanami, the weight of his body grounding you as he moved with maddening precision. Every stroke, every touch was deliberate, calculated, and yet there was an undercurrent of something raw—something that was unraveling him as much as it was you.

“Kento,” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders as you tried to meet his thrusts. It was impossible to keep up with him. He was too steady, too strong, and God help you, too good.

“Hm?” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice deep and rough.

“Too much,” you whimpered, though you didn’t mean it. The stretch, the pace, the heat—it was perfect, so perfect it made your head spin. Fuck- the stretch was so good, his cock filled you so perfectly, the pinkish tip fitting so snugly against your cervix.

“Too much?” he asked, and for a moment, his movements slowed, his concern flickering through the haze of desire. But then his eyes met yours, glassy with pleasure and desperation, and he smiled. It wasn’t his usual reserved smile—it was something darker, more primal. “No, darling. You can take more.”

Before you could even protest, he shifted, his hands sliding down to hook beneath your thighs. With effortless strength, he pressed your knees up toward your chest, folding you into a position that sent a bolt of heat straight to your core.

And then he thrust.

And oh fucking god.

“Oh my God,” you choked out, your back arching off the bed as a broken cry escaped you.

The angle was devastating, hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. Your mind went blank, your mouth opening to form words that never came.

Instead, incoherent babbles spilled from your lips—fragments of his name, pleas, and nonsense that made no sense even to you.

“Look at you,” Nanami groaned, his pace quickening as he watched you completely fall apart beneath him. His composure was slipping, his breathing ragged, his movements losing their usual precision. “You’re perfect. So perfect.”

“Kento—!” You couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. Your hands clawed at his arms, desperate for something to anchor you, but all you could focus on was the overwhelming sensation and the way he was staring at you—like you were the only thing in the world.

He had looked at you that way you had first met, and the first time you kissed, and the first time you had said 'I love you', and the first time you had woken up in his arms, and the time he had asked you to move in with him, and-

“You can take it,” he muttered, almost to himself, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as he pounded into you- which made the most obsecene sounds. His usually soft eyes were dark, filled with something primal. “You’re mine. My pretty wife. I’m going to—” He cut himself off with a low groan, his head falling forward. “I’m going to put a baby in you.”

Your eyes snapped open, and the words sent a new wave of heat through you, making your toes curl.

“Wh—what?” you stammered, though your body betrayed you, clenching around him in response.

He chuckled darkly, his voice dropping to a near-growl. “You heard me. I’ll fill you up—make you mine in every way.”

You whined, your hands flying to cover your face as the sheer filth of his words made your body tremble.

“Kento-!” you protested weakly, but your body betrayed you, your hips lifting to meet his every thrust.

“Oh?” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. “That’s what’s driving you crazy, isn’t it? The thought of me putting my child in you.”

You could only whimper in response, your mind too fogged with pleasure to deny it.

“You’re so good for me,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple, his voice raw with emotion. “So perfect. I’ll give you everything, darling. I’ll make sure you never want for anything.”

His words were a heady mix of love and lust, and you were utterly consumed by him. Your body responded to every thrust, every whisper, every touch, and soon, the coil in your stomach snapped, sending you spiraling into an earth-shattering climax.

Nanami wasn’t far behind.

The sight of you coming undone, paired with the overwhelming idea of making you his in every possible way, pushed him over the edge. His movements became erratic, his groans low and guttural as he followed you into bliss.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of heavy breathing. He stayed there, his forehead resting against yours, his hands gently cradling your face as he caught his breath.

When he finally spoke, his voice was soft, tender.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “My incredible, beautiful wife.”

You blinked up at him, your body still trembling from the intensity of it all.

“You’re… insane,” you mumbled, though there was no heat behind your words.

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Maybe. But only for you.”

A/N: *cough cough* I apologies, this isn't the most slayitude work ever but tis something. i'm trying smut, even tho i don't think i'm great at it, but practice makes perfect right? Also tried smth different writing wise, but its barely visible ARGH

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"you've been working so hard, honey," he murmured, leaning in to press a reverent kiss onto your inner thigh, "you deserve to relax a bit." the material of his your shirt was bunched up, exposing your panties to him.

he lightly pressed a kiss onto the front of your clothed cunt, a damp spot already forming. your thighs immediately went to clench together, trying to seek out any form of friction before nanami pulled them apart. "patience, my love. i'll give you what you want."

he hooked two fingers onto the waistband of your panties, sliding them down to your ankles with relative ease. "so pretty, so wet." nanami's lips moved upwards, leaving behind a soft peck in his wake before he made himself comfortable in between your thighs.

while kento was organized in most aspects of his life, eating pussy was not one of them. he spat (as politely as he could) into your cunt, rubbing it in with his fingers to mix with your slick only to slurp it back up. your fingers ran down his hair, gently tugging at the golden roots.

"that's it, use me. i'm here to help you," kento let out a muffled moan when you bucked your hips against his face, the tip of his nose rubbing against your engorged clit. drop after drop of your slick landed on the lens of his glasses and yet, he didn't seem to care. he only noticed when you took them off, wiping them off on your shirt.

"f-fuck kento," a breathy moan left you, back arching into the backrest of your office chair. all the words on the textbook were starting to become a blur in your state of bliss. his fingers prodded at your entrance, pushing two inside while he sucked on your clit.

his tongue rolled around in figure eights, fingers curled to hit that spot inside of you with every. thrust. "ken, ken, make me cum, please," you babbled, feeling yourself grow closer to the edge. your fingers dug into his scalp, trying to keep yourself as grounded as possible.

"i said i'd take care of you, sweetheart," kento mumbled against your clit, each word a vibration that shot up your spine like livewire, "so trust me. just come for me."

that coil inside of you tightened, tightened, and kept tightening until SNAP. your walls spasmed around his fingers before your orgasm washed over you like a wave, soaking the glasses you'd tried so hard to keep clean.

"there we go, that's it, so good," jumbled praises left his lips, his fingers slowing their pace to work you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. nanami pulled them away, tapping the two digits against the plush of your lips.

your lips parted, tongue darting out to taste the slightly bitter essence on his finger. your lips enclosed around his fingers, sucking them clean. "let me." kento leaned in, pressing his lips against your own. it turned messy quick-he sucked on your tongue, eager to taste as much as he could of you-before you reluctantly pulled away to catch your breath.

"are you almost done with your review?" nanami asked, wiping his glistening lips with the back of his hand and looking over at the clock on the wall. 11:59. you'd be up until sunrise, at this rate.

you nibbled down on your bottom lip, going through the several pages that you were still determined to go over one last time. "almost." a lie. both you and nanami knew the moment that it left your lips.

"how about i help you review then?" once he got up, he reached over to take your book off the desk. reading over through some of the sections you'd highlighted and marked notes on to see just what he could quiz you on.

"and how are you gonna help me do that? flash cards?"

"no. with all due respect, bend over."

you found yourself bent over as soon as the words left his lips, papers scattering all over the floor when you reached to take hold of the edge of the table. he'd pick them up later. you heard him unzip his pants, shuffling them down before his cockhead rubbed against your puffy wet folds. not putting it in just yet.

"first question. vegetative shoots are responsible for producing new leaves and stem cells. but what tissue do vegetative shoots develop from?"

and just like that, every ounce of material you'd been going through throughout the day suddenly left your brain. "can i get a hint?"

"come on, my love. you've been going over this material all day," nanami cooed from behind you, sliding his reddened tip in between your slick folds, "i know you know this. surely you can tell me what tissue vegetative shoots develop from."

as determined as you'd once been to studying, the only thing you had in mind was him shooting his load into you.

"kennn," you let out a whine, trying to push your hips back onto him. with a click of his tongue, nanami firmly placed a hand on your hip to stop your motions.

"i know, i know. i'm being so mean to you, huh?" you could only nod your head, a low chuckle leaving his lips, "but we need for it to stick. you know this, i know you do."

so you began to rack your brain for the page on vegetative shoots. intercalary? no, that's longitudinal growth. think. "vegetative shoots develop from meristematic tissue?"

kento let out a hum. you weren't completely sure if you were right or wrong. "are you asking me or are you telling me, sweetheart?"

a huff left your lips, turning around to look at him with what you could only hope was a glare. it wasn't. you looked like an adorable, angry chihuahua. "i'm telling you. they develop from meristematic tissue, specifically the shoot apical meristem."

the slow thrust of nanami's hips into your own was enough to let you know the answer was right. your walls stretched out, molding around every ridge and every inch of his cock. "see, there we go. my smart girl."

his abdomen clenched with thinly veiled resistance, barely holding himself from thrusting into you the way that he wanted to. "ken, go faster, please fuck me, please," your whines didn't help either.

"okay," he grunted out, flipping through a couple of the pages of your textbook, "if you want me to go faster, what are the two components of the vascular tissue?" now this you knew.

"xylem and phloem. xylem's responsible for the transit of water and minerals from the roots and phloem's responsible for transporting sugars."

"there we go, you're gonna ace this final." kento put your book off to the side, using both hands to grip onto your hips. twack! twack! twack! his balls were heavy, slamming against your ass with each rut of his hips. your cunt gushed around his cock, a creamy ring at the base where you and him connected.

"oh fuck, ken! don't stop, please!" a loud moan (that was sure to disturb your neighbors, you'd deal with that later) left your lips, your nails digging into the wood of your desk. kento leaned in, burying his face into the side of your neck. kissing every spot he had available before using one hand to tilt your chin, bringing your lips against his own into a sloppy kiss.

"just wanna fill you up. take care of you while a bunch of mini-yous are running around," he was practically delirious with the way you were sucking every inch of him in, talking straight out of his ass, "but we gotta get you that degree first, huh?"

"just wanna get stuffed by you, kento." his fingers snaked down to rub at your clit, working you towards your second orgasm of the night. "please, please, cum in me!"

but you should've known by now that it didn't come without answering a question.

"you want it that bad, sweetheart?" when you simply nodded, nanami glanced over at your textbook to read the first thing that was in bold, "tell me, what're the reproductive organs in a pistil and i'll give you what you want. just one last question."

"that's a female p-plant," you felt your breath catch in your throat, his fingers still rubbing at your clit with each thrust, "made of the stigma, style, and ovary."

"there we go, that's my smart girl," his praise went down to your pussy, your slick covering his shaft until his cock glided in and out like a slip 'n slide. "gonna fill you up, just like you want. i'm gonna cum, gonna cum-" a groan left his lips before ropes of white coated your walls. your release hit at the same time as his own, the mixture of fluids landing on the floor underneath.

and as many sex flashbacks you got while taking your final, you really had to hand it to nanami.

He fucks to relieve stress. And husband stress? Oh, it’s vicious. He’ll bend you over the kitchen counter after a long day and fuck you so hard your legs give out. He won’t even stop. Just pulls you up by the waist and keeps going.

His mouth is sinful. Nanami eats pussy like it’s his second job, tongue deep, slow at first, then relentless. His face buried between your thighs as he groans, “You taste better than anything this world has to offer.”

He loves making you come with just his fingers. Long, thick digits curling perfectly inside you while his other hand presses on your stomach to feel how deep he’s reaching. “So tight for me,” he groans, watching your face twist in pleasure.

Filthy talk? Oh, it slips out when he’s fucking you raw. “Look at you, taking all of me like a good wife.” “This cunt was made for me.” “You like it when I use you, don’t you?” And when you moan his name? That’s when he loses it.

His breeding kink is no joke. Husband Nanami is obsessed with finishing inside you. It’s primal. Deep thrusts, fingers digging into your hips, and a low grunt as he fills you to the brim. “Gonna knock you up,” he growls, still moving even as you tremble beneath him.

And after? He doesn’t pull out. He loves keeping it in, wrapping you up in his arms while you’re still full of him, whispering filth into your ear. “Let it drip out tomorrow. Right now, it stays inside.”

On special nights, anniversaries, birthdays, he gets feral. Multiple rounds. You tied up in silk. Him edging you with that deep, calm voice. “Not yet, sweetheart. You’ll take what I give you and be grateful.”

Despite how filthy it gets, there’s a moment afterward when he gently brushes your hair back, kisses your forehead, and says in that low, smooth voice: “You were perfect.” Then he runs you a bath like nothing happened.

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Husband Nanami cuz he's so husband-like :P

Would you guys want a playlist recommendation while reading? To enhance your experience yk..

A year ago, he wouldn’t have thought this possible. It wasn’t a part of his plans, a wife and family, that was something to be attained once he was financially stable and as high up the ladder as he dared to climb without suffering from burnout.

Yet, as he waited for the ceremony to begin and for the harpist to start the beautiful melody you had picked for your entrance, there was no doubt in his mind that he was exactly where he was meant to be. He was taking a big risk in many aspects of his life, but the one part he was certain about was you and he might have never found his courage had you not ended up in his bathtub that fateful day.

If he thought back to when he walked out of his office for what turned out to be the last time, he recalled the weight that eased from his shoulders. Did he know that at that moment he was changing the course of his future? Definitely not, but with his decision made to find and apologise to you for his mistakes, he fell into an understanding that otherwise might have never become clear to him.

You were his counterbalance. The sunshine that tempted him back into the light when his world felt dark and full of shadows. Perhaps if he had been willing to admit that you saw a side of him that he refused to acknowledge from the start, it wouldn’t have come to such a dramatic head. Except… there was a part of him that knew, deep down, that had things not broken so intrinsically, that this day he was living right now might have never come to exist.

Images of you flashed through his mind, a litany of Polaroid pictures capturing moments that would remain with him until the end days.

Your panic-stricken face and flailing limbs submerged in bubbly water. Laying by his side at the museum as you watched the stars twinkle overhead. Cuddled into his arm when you were scared. Tucked into bed after he carried you there, asleep and smiling. Your tear-stricken face when he pushed you away. The hurt expression that had taken away part of your glow and wounded his soul. Your blissful expression when he made love to you that first time. The most radiant smile when you walked down the aisle.

A knock on the door brought him back into the present with a bump. Kento pressed his palm over your mouth to stifle the surprised squeak, not pausing in his thrusts to answer. “Who is it?”

“You’re wanted for photographs,” a stern and not-too-familiar voice announced, adding a fist to the door in emphasis. “The photographer is getting antsy…”

“We’ll be—” he paused when your tongue darted out to lick his palm and he damn near moaned, “right out.” His jaw set firmly, eyes narrowing on your sweet face and the slow blink you offered without a hint of remorse. You would be the death of him, and he’d be happy to meet his maker knowing you were the one that sent him there.

When a set of footsteps retreated away from the door, Kento relented in uncovering your mouth to reveal a saccharine smile. “That was—reckless.” The word was punctuated with a sharp forward thrust that sank him into what felt like the depths of your belly.

He watched as the smile slipped, your jaw slackening to form a perfect oval of pleasure and without warning, you erupted. The leg draped over his arm twitched and spasmed, but it was nothing compared to your silken pussy milking him for his seed. Kento shuddered and let go. Your orgasm tripped his own, balls drawn tight to his pelvis whilst he filled you with his spend. Every moment of release made him reminisce about the very first, where you had playfully chastised him for painting your stomach and asked that he finish inside you in the future.

A promise that he had kept since that day.

“I love you, Mrs Nanami…”

“I know, and I love you too, Mr Nanami.” You traced the curve of his jaw, smiling at the kiss he pressed to the inside of your wrist. “Now let’s go fulfil our duties, yes?”

Kento helped you back into the perfect semblance of a blushing bride, fixing your underwear back into place and smoothing down the skirts of your dress. There was a dark glint of satisfaction in his eye, knowing that you would spend the day with his cum inside you, that you’d be clenching to keep it from running down the inside of your thighs.

“Don’t give me that look, mister,” you said suddenly, knowing. Kento glanced up, sheepish in being caught so readily in his filthy daydreaming.

“I don’t know what you mean, my love.”

You scoffed. A finger caught beneath his chin, drawing him to full height and closer to your face. “You think I don’t know what you’re thinking?” You teased with a purr, “How about if you can behave yourself until tonight… I’ll let you check if I’ve managed to keep your little gift, hm?”

“You are a devil incarnate.”

“A devil you married. What does that say about you?”

“That I am not above temptation.”

“Took you long enough to realise.”

~

You smiled at the photographer who was wringing his hands together in panic, his eyes widening and shoulders sagging when the two of you appeared from the naughty little bubble of your private tryst.

Kento had changed; in ways you had never thought possible, but he was still the same man you met and fell in love with. There were still times his posture stiffened at your antics, and his eyebrow would not-so-subtly arch if he thought you were in some way being ridiculous. However, he appreciated his own happiness more than financial gain. He worked on himself internally instead of only focusing on the outside. No longer was the time it takes to read and enjoy a good book considered wasted time, and he pursued hobbies he assumed would never be touched again.

Would you have suspected him to indulge in a fevered moment of pure lust and desire back when you first met him? No. But it hadn’t taken you long to discover that he possessed certain buttons that would drive him to almost any lengths, and becoming a savant at playing him was your ambition in life.

Gazing wistfully at your husband—heart skipping a beat at the new term that had yet to sink in—you considered just how far you both had come in little over a year. You had graduated from college with honours, started an internship at a small independent company that was growing quickly but organically, and you were newly married. That part was going to take some time to get used to.

After the dramatic events that led Kento to your apartment door that spring afternoon, you took things slow but steady. It was nice to date him like you might do any other person, and he tried so hard to impress you that you fell even harder for him. Home-cooked dinners in your apartment’s cramped kitchen, long lazy walks where you talked for hours about everything and nothing, and so many hours spent rolling around the sheets. Not always in the pursuit of sex, sometimes just indulging in one another—watching his chest rise and fall, connecting the little freckles that dappled his shoulders.

It wasn’t until a month into your newfound relationship did you step past the threshold of his apartment again. Something was holding you back before that moment, a sense that if you returned it wouldn’t hold the same magic that it once had. Except you were wrong.

The apartment held a pivotal role in what had brought you together, and that was no more evident than when you returned, and everything was exactly how it had been. The same aroma of expensive coffee beans mingled with a fragrance that you knew now to be Kento’s favoured cologne. The panoramic windows offered the same undisturbed view of the city, and the sprawling couch with its basket of blankets would forever remind you of when you clung to him during a scary movie, and that first experience of his lips gracing your skin.

It felt like coming home after far too long. Since that first trip back, you hadn’t spent a night away until last night—the night before your wedding. Kento’s proposal was a story in itself, but for another time, you mused.

Speaking of your darling new husband, there was a part of you that still couldn’t believe that after he took off all his allotted, and well-overdue vacation time, he had handed in his notice with immediate effect. No one was more shocked than the man himself, and the panic that followed his decision had been a rollercoaster ride of euphoric highs and crushing lows.

He wasn’t happy with what he was doing day in and day out, the work was physically draining the vibrancy out of his life, but what does one do when they cannot do?

They teach.

So, in what felt like role reversal, Kento joined your alma mater as a junior professor, and you entered the working world. Teaching suited him far more than you had anticipated. His stern façade and seeming indifference towards difficult students had a way of drawing out the potential in his young charges. It was only a few terms into his first year of teaching and the feedback was already far beyond the expectations in place.

What a difference a year makes…

The evening was finally drawing in, the sun setting behind the cherry blossom trees to paint the sky a beautiful pale pink and you couldn’t wait to retire for the evening and get out of this dress. As exquisite as it was, it was cumbersome for someone used to the comfort of jeans, oversized sweaters and casual dresses.

You caught Kento’s eye from across the room and he nodded in complete understanding without the need to say a word. He gave his apologies to the couple he had been conversing with, pointing towards you and they inclined their heads in your direction. All you could do was watch the majesty that was the man of your dreams walk to you. His suit was deep navy and paired with a buttercup yellow tie and pocket square. Thankfully it was not the yellow splattered tie of your memories, though he had tried to persuade you, unsuccessfully so.

Like a male model he walked with a grace you dreamed of, and before you knew it, his palm was beneath your elbow.

“Ready to call it a night?” He asked with a tone in his voice that assured you that no sleeping would be taking place anytime soon.

“It’s like you read my mind. I’ll just say goodnight to my parents and yours,” you started before someone caught a hold of your wrist.

Looking down you saw a feminine hand with a simple gold bracelet adorning flawless skin and pretty manicured nails.

“Karin,” Kento said, startled by her sudden appearance. “I haven’t seen you since the ceremony, where have you been?”

Kento’s sister loosened her gentle hold to place your hand into her brother’s hand with an unreadable expression. She was tall, always had been taller than you even when you wore heels, and her hair was darker than Kento’s corn wheat blond. Their eyes were their most similar feature, hazel in colour and almost alive with warm flecks that intensified or darkened depending on their mood.

Your friendship had survived you dating her brother, although it would be a lie to pretend that things hadn’t changed. However, it could be said that no matter who you had ended up with or that she had met and fallen for, things would be different. It was the next chapter of your lives and whilst you both embraced a friendship that went beyond the trappings of young adulthood, if you didn’t shift with the momentum then it wouldn’t last.

“It worked then,” Karin said with an awfully self-satisfied smile.

“What worked?” Kento asked whilst your eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Karin clicked her tongue against her teeth and rested her chin in the hold of her thumb and finger. “Oh, y’know… my plan.”

“Stop talking in riddles and spit it out, I can tell you’re dying to,” you said with an exaggerated eye roll at her antics.

“You, dear brother,” she pointed dramatically at Kento who raised his eyebrows, “have needed someone in your life that would remove the stick out of your butt and remind you that life was worth living. Work is not the epitome of existence after all.”

You snorted loudly, drawing a wider smile from your friend and a scowl from your husband. Kento nudged your hip, and you patted his arm dutifully. “On the money with that assessment but what does that have to do with anything?”

“And you,” she rounded on you as if you hadn’t spoken, “needed a little more stability in your life and someone that you could depend on no matter what.”

“What are you—”

“Karin! Are you saying you planned our meeting?” You interjected across Kento, who snapped his head around to his little sister with alarm.

“But you couldn’t have. No one knew I wasn’t going on that trip apart from me and…”

“Satoru,” Karin finished his sentence for him. “I must admit that I hadn’t foreseen that little snag in the plan, but I had him keep you in the office until I knew your beautiful bride was already in your apartment. Didn’t you think about it even a little? That retreat was only a weekend long, you were always going to come back to find someone in your home.”

You looked at Kento. Kento looked at you. His mouth gaped open then shut like a fish out of water.

“You two became so wrapped up in each other that you didn’t even put two and two together. Not even when you both blasted my phone, it only lasted one night then I barely heard a peep from either of you! It was like you were happy with the arrangement…” she supplied easily, too easily.

Goddammit. You had been played and you didn’t even realise. For a whole year, Karin had gone along with your stories of the time you spent with her brother, lamenting his frustrating lack of intuition when it came to the opposite sex and steering away from the spicier moments that any sibling would rather be buried alive than listen to.

Honestly, you didn’t know what to say, but thankfully Karin was happy to continue in your stead.

“I couldn’t exactly make you like each other, and what happened once you were both in the apartment could have been anything. All those decisions and regrets,” she eyed Kento with a cold, piercing look and you felt him squirm uncomfortably by your side, “they were yours to make. I did nothing but set the pieces on the board, you played the game and you won.”

Should you thank her or be utterly appalled? It was hard to tell. In the end, you gave in to the third option of the laughter filling you like a helium balloon. It burst forth all at once until others started to turn their heads and watch as the bride doubled over clutching their stomach from the sensation.

You hugged her, arms flung around her neck in a genuine display that she reciprocated with a warmth which was familiar and comforting. “We’ll talk about this another time, Karin, but for now… thank you.”

As she departed to rejoin the throng of people on the dance floor, you turned to your husband who was ashen and unblinking. “I feel like she just pulled a Keyser Soze on us,” you whispered, tugging on his hand and making to move off in the direction of both sets of parents who were waiting for you both.

“And I feel like most people your age wouldn’t even know who that is,” he teased, finally coming out of his startled trance.

“Tch. You say that like I’m decades younger than you instead of a measly five years. Five years is nothing, y'know.”

Kento smiled down at you, emotions filling his gaze until he looked away and caught Karin’s eye from the other side of the room. He mouthed ‘thank you’ and meant it. His sister had given him the greatest gift he could ever receive, and he would be grateful until the end of days.

He had started as your best friend’s brother, but Kento had become so much more…

Oh, he wanted to claw at his skin. The discomfort of his lateness darkened his mood on an evening which was meant to be fun. He was meant to meet you at the small bar you had discovered a few weeks back, conveniently not far from his apartment which meant on that first fateful night it made tumbling home easy whilst you loosened his shirt and tie, and he left his mark on the skin of your collarbone.

Those tantalising memories had the grace to relieve the worst of the anger bubbling inside him like a volcano ready to erupt at any moment, thoughts of Gojo’s smirking face and the traffic that seemed intent on keeping him from you melted into the periphery. All he needed was to set his sights on your pretty face and all would be right again.

What he wasn’t expecting when he finally rounded the door to the bar, eyes scanning through the Friday night crowds, and what he absolutely did not need given his current temperament was to discover you being harassed.

His hand tightened into a fist, which he slowly released as he blew out a controlled breath. You were seated at your favourite section of the bar—close enough to the bartenders that drinks would never run dry but removed enough that quiet conversation was easy. Kento's glance cut to your outfit, much to his immediate shame, taking in the skirt that you knew was his very favourite and the sentiment was clearly shared by the man leaning in much too close.

Whilst he could see why this stranger admired your shapely legs, the soft spread of your thighs and the curve leading to generous hips, you were not enjoying the attention and he was far from being subtle in his interest. Any sane person could see that you were slowly inching away from him, but drunk on his poison of choice and probably a hefty dose of adrenaline given how often and fidgety his hand ran through his greasy hair, the man was ignoring your rebuff. Instead, he shuffled even closer with drool practically hanging from his open mouth.

His rising temper was curtailed by an unexpected hint of humour, his imposing frame blocked the entrance and left other patrons to squeeze around him rather than ask him to move whilst he observed your short, curt nods in response to the man's questions. Your entire stance, mannerisms, and the way you turned in your seat to give him your back all screamed 'fuck off' in the politest way possible. You were too good for him, far more restrained than he would be at the unwanted attention. It made him want to laugh, and that was far more welcome than the fury beating deeper in his heart.

You were no damsel in distress, but when the man reached out to touch the side of your knee, he knew it was time to announce his presence and put a stop to this pathetic display. Kento’s neck cracked from side to side, and he moved off with purpose from where he had been standing.

Discreetly you tapped your phone to life and glanced at the time, frowning at the continued absence of the man you were meant to be meeting. A low sigh eased past your lips as you continued to ignore your annoyingly persistent admirer. Kento was late and it just wasn't like him.

Worry was beginning to gnaw in the pit of your belly, only incited by the flashes of irritation at the man that you could only describe as a pervert. Not only had he seated himself despite you assuring him that it was taken, but he also openly leered at your chest and legs.

You wondered if you should call him, biting your lip in indecision and tapping anxiously at the green call symbol next to his name, but it was all for naught.

A figure caught your attention from the corner of your eye; blond perfectly parted hair, broad shoulders and an unreadable expression—Kento had arrived and was heading straight for you, his eyes burning holes into you.

You weren’t quite ready to throw yourself into his arms, although you were tempted if it finally gave this pest the hint he needed to beat it, but your thoughts were cut short by a clammy hand on your knee. Disgust rose in your throat at being touched without your consent.

The hand didn’t remain there long.

There was a muffled scream as your view of the unwanted admirer became obscured behind a broad back. His navy shirt looked close to breaking point as the threads at the seams strained to contain the strength of your beau, his biceps flexing whilst you were left to wonder exactly what he had done—although you could guess.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting, sweetheart. I was held up by an idiot," he soothed, finally turning to cup your chin in his large palm. His thumb stroked along your jawline as the other hand landed on the seated flare of your hip. His hold was firm, deft fingers sinking into your plush flesh and kneading you just how you liked.

You barely took note of the man leaving the bar with his hand cradled to his chest, the fingers looking bent into an unnatural position and very red. It was hard to care when you were caught fast in the snare of being able to breathe in the scent of your man. The only man that mattered, was the one looking at you with an expression you weren’t entirely familiar with.

"Where are we going?" you asked breathlessly. With one fluid movement, you allowed him to pull up from the seat and into the warmth of his body, his chest shielding you from those around who were turning to look your way.

"Home, sweetheart."

Except it wasn’t the complete truth. You found that out when your spine arched off the wall, shoulders digging into the brickwork as Kento held your weight around his waist as if it were nothing. With his zipper undone enough to allow his cock to slip free, and your underwear shoved roughly into the crease of your thigh, he took you like he never had before. He dropped you down onto him again with fervour, swallowing your whine and feeding you his own rumbling groan.

He was possessed with the need to reclaim you, to rub his scent across every bare inch of your skin and the desire couldn’t be contained. You were thankful for the shadow-polluted back alley running behind the bar. Eternally grateful that it wasn’t yet dark enough for the streetlights to illuminate the lewd scene in which you were playing a starring role. The shadows wrapped around the hunched form of Kento, his frame hiding you from sight except for your legs around his hips.

Rough, calloused hands smoothed your bare thighs, hiking your skirt even higher as he groped at you in desperation. It was so unlike him, to see him so raw and in need of you. Your cunt clenched around his hard length, rolling yourself to meet his frantic thrusts halfway, the haze of an impending orgasm dulling your senses down to the only one that mattered—the feel of him fucking up against your g-spot.

With your fingers entwined with his, dizzy and all too giddy from the quick hit of dopamine, you skipped along towards his apartment. The lazy, self-assured smile he wore had you clenching all over again, dancing closer to him and leaning up to press a kiss to the bobbing swell of his Adam’s apple.

You should have known that he wasn’t done, in fact, he wouldn’t be satisfied for some time to come. Kento let out a low roar like some feral beast the second the door slammed shut behind his back. Taking off like a drunk gazelle, you ran and he chased you down the hall to the shrieks of your laughter until he had you caged against yet another wall.

"Kento... you’re acting beastly!"

His answer was to open his jaw, teeth snapping around the slender column of your throat and his tongue working into the hollow. He nipped and bit his way around your throat, holding you in the cage of his arms without sign of release.

“I am a beast, darling. When it comes to you… I’ll never stop reminding you that I am the one you chose, and never stop proving exactly why you love falling into my bed.”

Your breath hitches when his sharp hips immediately recoil against yours - rough. Rock-hard cock stretching out your melty insides until you swear you could feel the way his hefty girth throbbed inside you in a sinful little thump! thump! thump! 

“Now now,” Toji’s leering his head down, greedy tongue licking along his lips. He dips down to run it down your teary cheeks, languidly. “Why all the whines? Ya shoulda known better summoning me.”

“It was-” you gasp, nails digging neat arrays of red, red lines when his weepy cock jostles your insides in this mean mating press. Plummeting to expertly clash against your g-spot, branding the little divot on his angry tip onto his favorite spongy bullseye. You’re sobbing out, “-was an accident!”

“An accident?”

It was. It really, really was. 

But oh, you didn’t regret it.

Toji only plants a few more determined rams into your messy entrance, and you moan once his heavy, cum-filled balls thwack your already-stinging ass. The skin rubbed raw and almost bruising where Toji was fucking you into your damp mattress.

“M’a fuckin’ incubus, doll. I die if I don’t fill up this hngh- p-pretty pussy.” he groans, eyes falling half-lidded at how responsive you were. How sweetly your pheromones smelled. Splatters of cum still drip! drip! dripping down his chin when he catches you in a mean, mean kiss. Salty. Hypnotic. He didn’t mind making out with your cunt when he’d just cum in you, in fact, he loved it. “-N’ you asked me to breed you by accident?”

And you can’t do anything else but moan into his mouth, the drippingly wet slurps ringing all across your ears. “Yeah tha’s it-” he moans, refusing to let his eyes fall completely shut in order to drink in your fucked stupid look. “Take it- open that bratty mouth.”

He spits. And you drool. 

From both the thick wad of aphrodisiacal spit streamed down onto your pinkish taste buds, and the way that only makes Toji thicken. Just barely fitting snugly against your plush walls. 

“Better not squeeze me s’hard if you don’t wanna end up with triplets, woman.” he bites, one hand dipping lazily downwards to pat at the slightly bloated lump on your tummy. Exactly where each grinding stroke was spurting out wispy little strings of cum, making him see stars-

Fuck- Toji knew he was absolutely losing it - moving like a fucking animal. 

Ramming you further and further up the silken sheets, it’s as if he had a sixth sense - hell, he probably did - easily massaging your sweetest spots with thorough glides of his hefty shaft down your walls. 

He smoothes one warm palm on your hips, a vice-like hold that drags you down like some ragdoll-

“Where the fuck do ya think yer runnin’ away?” he gruffs, but oh does Toji’s sinful grin only grow when your jaw falls slack with surprise- shit, were you? “Ohhh, already that cockdrunk? Shit- that’s alright tha’s my duty isn’t it?”

“D-duty?” you babble in a cute whine, and his sharpened canines sink down on your glossed up pout. 

You’re gifted with a swift smack! of Toji’s thick digits down on your clit, and it drives him crazy the way that’s all it takes for your overfilled cunt to ooze out another creamy wave of his seed. Dredge after milky dredge ringed around his cock, matching his grin. “My duty to make you a p-pretty momma, of fuckin’ course.”

It’s all you can do to nod, cheeks burning at the mocking way that he was mirroring your motions. “Wan’ it- want it so bad, Toji. Give me a- hah-”

“‘A’? No no no-” he’s tutting, now bouncing your body easily with his inhuman strength, every single hit against your g-spot making you keen. “You’d be lucky if m’only givin’ ya one, fuck-” 

The words are barely heaved out before he cums - again. And again and again, every hurried ribbon of seed knocking up against your womb. It massages your wall so mercilessly, and Toji has two hands bruisingly on your waist now.

Cumming way more than your average human, it leaves you whimpering and wallowing while his seed spills out of you, seeping out the sides of your sopping wet slit into a sticky puddle underneath you two. 

So potent. So filthy- 

“Yeah- yeahhh fuck there we go- good girl-” he purrs, words slurring together as if he didn’t even realize he was saying them. And Toji’s in such a hazy headspace, splaying out his fingers once more on your stomach when he pulls out. You’re so drenched now, thick, gooey spurts gushing after his engorged cock. At your disappointed whimper, he smacks! away the hand gingerly making its way down to your neglected clit. “Heh- don’ get too hasty, doll.” 

Toji looks you right in your eyes when he takes his sweet time to shuffle down, down, down the velvety sheets, until his hot breath was puffing against your sloppy hole. Mouth watering. “M’not gonna be stingy with the future mama of my kids, of course.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - The drenched…

“A baby…” You hear Nanami’s dark chuckle from behind you, hitched and heavy. He sucks in his lower lip between his teeth, one hand sliding soothingly down your arched back. “Didn’t think I’d be summoned for a baby.”

And he sounds so out-of-breath already, fingers fumbling with the knot of that yellow, speckled tie of his. It only feels like mere milliseconds before you feel that familiar silk wrap around your wrists, pinning you down onto the plush velvety bedsheets. 

“N-Nanami-”

“Ken.”

“Ken!” you’re mewling out, voice cracking into an-almost sob. You squirm your jittery hips backwards, pushing the curve of your ass against those tufts of blond at Nanami’s toned pelvis in a way that makes him swallow. Swirling his reddened tip around your insides, every slow swivel makes him gloss your gummy walls in a drippingly hot coat of precum. “I need you to- to hah- put a baby in me so b-badly. Please, fuck-”

If Nanami hadn’t known that his precum had the special ability to make your mind all syrupy and needy then he’d have thought you were cockdrunk already. 

“Shhh, no need to beg, my love.” he’s purring, brushing away those frustrated tears. Kissing your lips with sweet peck after peck. But the way he grinned - all dangerous and greedy was anything but. “After all- you’re my master, aren’t ya?”

And as if to fuck that little complaint out of your cute pout, he’s immediately rocking all those long inches into your dripping cunt in a depraved little grind. Not much - definitely not enough for him but oh, it makes you keen.

“Fuck-” you spit when the rounded tip of his fat cock nudges gently at your g-spot, drawing a wet glides. “Th-there- so close- there-”

And oh, you’ve barely gotten those words out of your mouth before he’s crashing back into that little target again. And again - each and every time Nanami’s thickened cock leaves you speechless. Hitting that same spot, every bruising kiss against it has your plushy walls crashing down to suck him up dearly. 

Difficult, almost, with how almost-inhumanly massive he was. Prying open your insides with each clamoring ram, his weepy crown surges into you maddeningly.

“There, right?” he’s humming, swashing around the trickle of his precum with each thrust. Nanami leaves sticky, spit-slicked kisses down the column of your neck, leveraging you even deeper onto his rock-hard dick with a harsh tug on that restraint around your wrists. “Come on now, there-” Followed by a repeated, rough pulse against your g-spot, “-s’where you’ll make the prettiest noises f’me.” And he takes a few sloppy seconds to listen to the melodic squelch! squelch! squelch! of your sopping wet cunt, the tiniest mewls of his name. “And there-”

It almost gives you whiplash when he lets go of the tie to have you sinking into the soft mattress, pounding you into it even deeper and deeper- Splaying out a hand underneath you to press right at your womb.

Nanami’s entire bodyweight is pressing over you, but he’s careful not to crush his pretty girl- well, master, for now. Whispering so lowly into your ear, “-there is where you’ll make the prettiest babies f’me.”

“Oh- please.” your eyes roll to the back of your head, even more so when that curious little hand poking over at the nudge on your tummy dips down to your clit. “Wan’ that so badly- wan’ you t’make me pregnant- hngh- wanna be your pregnant lil’-”

“Wife.” he’s just drawling out his words at this point, steaming hot body pressed up so close against yours from behind that there wasn’t even a hair’s breadth between. “Gonna hafta w-wife you up- ngh- make you my pretty mate after this, y’know?”

Oh, that sounded so good right about now. 

Those filthy promises muttered darkly into your ear, just barely audible over the relentless thwack! thwack! thwack! of Nanami’s hefty, cum-filled balls smacking tightly against your thighs. He’s cooing and coaxing you through every single rude slash against your tender sweet spots.

Your jaw sags open even more second after second, and it makes him huff out a delighted little laugh. Blond, sweat-damped hair brushing up against your forehead when he cranes downwards to just suck on your tongue. “Please- Ken–”

“Master? My love?”

You moan in a way that makes him echo behind, “M’gonna-” 

But you didn’t expect that all it would take is a sneaky pinch of your pulsing clit, and Nanami placing the tiniest of kisses on your forehead for your orgasm to hit you all at once. And he’s throwing his head back when your convulsing body juts abruptly backwards. 

Giving his heated cock such a tight squeeze-

“Fuck- yeah fuck that’s it-” Nanami’s gruffing out, eyes staring down in awe at how your poor pussy was just gushing. “Cum f’me- cum all over my cock, pretty darling hngh- that’s right.” Squirting out the silkiest of translucent juices, and part of him almost feels a pang of disappointment at how it was all going to waste.

Dribbling down his tight balls, the milky skin of his thighs. It just gleams all over the two of your riotous bodies in a shimmery, wet sheen. So much, that Nanami can’t help but let his lips curl into a smile very befitting of his nature, cupping your quivering cunt, letting the cool touch of his metallic watch make you spurt out even more waves of high. 

“So messy- so wet-” he’s murmuring out in pure awe, massive cock fucking you through each one of your peaks. It was contagious. And soon enough he’s kissing away at your whiny lips - nothing more than a lazy, sodden drag. Hips getting sloppy and out-of-control, oh the mere thought of you - splayed out and stuffed to the brim with him has him wanting to pass out right about now. Or cum.“Get ready, my wife- because s’only gonna get even wetter.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - The “bully”

“I really do feel bad about being so hah- mean.” Geto’s soothing baritone is simpering, dipped so lowly to send shivers down your sluttily arched spine. He runs his slender fingers along the thin fabric of those soaked panties - ones he didn’t even bother to pull off. “But how else m’I gonna make you a pretty momma for me, gorgeous?”

He sounded so unapologetic, accompanied by another one of his squelching thrusts. You’re being split open on Geto’s reddish, aching cock and that’s all your drunken mind can think of right now.

“S-So mean Sugu–” you manage to choke out, your trembly legs tightening around his neck, clawing desperately down his pale, broadened back. Gushing cunt sending another slobbering wave of your sweet sweet slick. “Want it- I wan’ give ya a baby so badly.”

“Needy little thing, aren’t ya? Bringing me here n- begging me to fuck ya.” he groans out, brows furrowed, a humorless little curl of his bruised lips. Feeling him put that pretty mouth to work over on your perked-up nipples, rolling his hot tongue over the sensitive nubs. “Now m’wonderin’ whether ya deserve-”

“Yes!” you yelp, startling the both of you. But Geto never stops on his ravaging rummage around your plushy walls, he never stops that sultry back and forth of his greedily reeling hips. Your hands find their way to his inky locks, tugging until he keens. “Yes yes yes- please I wan’ ya to fill me up. Please-”

And Geto snickers, still sucking languidly on your nipples. Every slow turn of his tongue is followed by the complete opposite of his hips - they were pistoning so deadly. So fatally that you think you could feel his thick, rounded tip in your lungs. 

Pushing past those massaging nooks and crevices in your snug channel, he’s milking himself to your bulging g-spot. Hitting that exact same spot over and over-

“You smell so sweet.” he’s gulping in a deep inhale into the valley of your breast, and the very action has him throbbing even more furiously inside you. Twitching up and down in jerky little movements with each rough jackhammer. “Think yer near ovulation, honey-” Gasping when he pulls off with a drippingly loud pop! leaning in to whisper in a dragged-out rasp. “-s’the perfect time to fuck. To mate.”

Snap!

You jump when he snaps your panties again with one flick of his index, and the tiny shock is enough for Geto to just push. 

To be lifting your hips up just enough to plunge his swollen knot inside, and it’s so big. So thickened that you feel it gape open your messy hole, molding your plushy walls around. He’s feeling generous enough to let you get used to it for a few seconds before-

“Gonna make you full with my kids- heh-” Geto chuckles out deliriously. “Have you all round and glowing and- fuck, oh fuck you’ll be so-” He punctuates each word with a dragged-out kiss of his bulbous tip into your cunt. “-mine. You’ll be so mine.” He’s nipping down the tender flesh on your neck - unpatterned and messy with just how much he was pounding you so unsteadily into the mattress. “Be my mate. Hah- be my mate, gorgeous- hngh-”

Every hit at the very bottom of your gooey pussy has your jaw slacking further and further open in bliss. Getting more and more honest after each furious stroke. And Geto smells so good, you think. A sweet, strong scent making you heady and dazed, a translucent trickle of drool trailing down the corner of your mouth. All you can do is choke out his name over and over-

“Yes-” you mewl, and you’re staring right into his widened, primal eyes. Unable to look away. “Wan’ be yours, Sugu- please.”

Those damn words are barely out of your mouth before your entire body seizes with the most filthy shivers, and Geto’s biting down on that precious side of your neck. Hard. 

Hard enough that you’re sure it breaks skin, but right now you couldn’t think of anything more than how good it felt to cum all over Geto’s thick cock. He was drilling into you like an animal, primal grunts ripping through with each rut - spitting out again and again into your ear - “Yeah- yeah that’s right, cum f’me, honey.” His teeth are bared, tinged ever-so-slightly with red, and you can already feel the dizzying way his cock twitches inside you. “Cum f’me- fuck fuck fuck- gonna give ya all my kids. Gonna give ya- ah, my mate-”

His voice was a few octaves higher than usual, strained. Cracking ever-so-slightly in a way that had Geto placing his massive palm on your mouth, muffling away your drunken giggles.

“Shut up.” he hiccups, so depravedly trying to hold back the hitch in his breath, the way his long lashes flutter shut. Grinning a devilish grin when his teeth tug on your bottom lip, “Sh-shut up and take it.”

And Geto holds you like he can’t let go - crushing you against his washboard abs, those plush pecs when his thick strands of seed seep out from his leaky tip. Shooting so far into your needy pussy that you can almost feel the sudden thwack! of it hitting your softened cervix. 

He was so pretty cumming like this, brows furrowed, jaw clenched when he dumps out such voluminous loads into your tight channel. A lot, that it was impossible not to feel how it jostled around inside you, splatting against your walls. 

“Heh- yeah, yeah c-can hngh- feel how you’re overspilling- bet you’ve never been bred like th-this, hm? My mate?” his hips grind desperately back and forth back and forth back and- those shuddering pounds from before limited with how tight Geto’s knot was inside you. But that didn’t matter, that was fine because- “When this goes does m’gonna show you what a ‘bully’ really means, honey.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - The artist

“Oh, baby you smell so-” Choso gasps out, dark, dewy eyes almost bulging out at the pretty way you rode him to insanity. With a rough grasp on your shoulders, he just drags you downwards to nose up your neck, “-so sweet. A-and you taste…”

You don’t even need to direct your bleary eyes at him to know that Choso’s mouth was positively watering. Adam’s apple bobbing desperately at his sweetened saliva, it only takes him one look at the bare skin of your neck. Two. 

Before he’s biting down - hard. And at this point you think you look like you’ve been thrown to the wolves but, no, it’s Choso.

“Oh- ouch.” you grit your teeth with a keen, hips coming to a sloppy stutter on his rawly achy cock. But you can’t slow down - he won’t let you. Powerful hips jutting up to squelch into your teasing cunt, smashing the hot, feverish length of his dick into your velvety walls. “D-didn’t think an hngh- i-incubus would be so-”

“Greedy?”

He’s cutting you off with a ragged groan, bumping you into his toned chest. Both of your bodies glissade back and forth in such a frenzied little dance that has the bed ricketing aggressively. 

“C-can’t help it, baby—” he’s dragging throatily, teary lashes batting up at you. And you feel his cock twitch at your steaming hot insides, the very rounded tip of his fat length kissing your bruised g-spot. A slow, needy kiss. “You smell- and you taste so- hah–” His jaw sags further and further open with each of your snug clenches, yet he’s somehow managing to maintain your heavy eye contact. “-so heavenly. Bet you’ll taste even better when I breed you.”

With a soft shudder, Choso toys two fingers over to the sensitive nub of your clit.

“B-breed me?” you breathe out, and he nips along your jaw. “Is that- is that even possible hngh! I mean-” 

One by one Choso presses wet kiss after kiss on your pouty lips, saccharine sweet saliva making your head spin. Free hand wrapping around your wooden headboard to keep some semblance of his sanity.

“I want to! I want- oh fuck, I need to-” It was a promise, and both of you knew it. Because he was rutting up into you so determinedly, easing your slobbering down in harsh, relentless drags that made it seem like you were trying to milk out something delicious. Greedy digits on your clit moving onto grab a rough handful of your ass to guide you through it, he was driving himself crazy. Sharp canines tug lightly on your ear lobe, and he whispers in a dangerous, gravelly tone. Eyes rolling back, “-or I’ll die trying.”

Your thighs tighten around his slender waist, “So do it, Cho–”

Just that little promise - that nickname - makes him clench, muscles stiffening along his entire body in a way that has Choso throwing his head back. “Ah- f-fuck-” he’s stuttering, gravelly and discomposed. You feel him teasingly dance the soft pads of his fingers across where he was imagining that little bump, pressing down. Hard. “Gonna fill ya up until you ngh- can’t take anymore, baby- let me- let me please.”

And you don’t know what comes first - his thick, hot ribbons of cum that paint your gummy walls white, or his ravenous teeth right on the tantalizing juncture of your neck. 

It breaks skin, and Choso just moans at that metallic taste, all neat imprints of his teeth leaving a permanent little pattern. Oh, you feel how it only makes him jolt - as if his entire, hulking body was being electrocuted, glassy eyes rolling backwards, drool dripping down the side of his mouth and onto where he was licking up the bitemark in long, languid stripes. 

Then with an abrupt, almost-painful shudder, Choso’s cumming. 

Snap!

The now-broken headboard clatters to the floor, and Choso’s unwavering strength is now fully spent on you. Pushing your squirming hips downwards until it clapped bruisingly against his sharp hipbones. 

He fills you up to the very brim, throbbing divot of his cock gushing out in such thickened dredges of cum. You can feel it sloshing around your melty insides, each glossy coat sticking to you like a second, sloppy skin.

“Ch-Cho–” you’re mewling, bucking up and down pathetically to try and meet his unapologetic pace. “M’so full- ah-”

His flushed head clashes against your delicate sensitive spots repeatedly, and the very bounce against your spongy cervix makes him grin. “Mhm, s’what you’re hngh- s-supposed to be-” he’s barely whimpering out. “Supposed to be full. To-” Your barely-lucid eyes follow his own, hardening at the slow, sultry drool of cum seeping from the sides of your sodden slit. It drags to leave a milky white trail down his shaft - one that Choso swipes his trembly fingers along. And he lets it pool on his digits, immediately plugging it inside your already-overspilling hole. “-keep it in.”

You gasp at the stretch and he attaches his ravaged, reddened lips to your neck, gliding along the bitemark.

And something about the action makes you moan, your glissading walls constricting around his still-weepy cock. It feels as if you’re almost out of control, and you can only look to the pretty man below you for an answer. 

“Incubus saliva.” Choso huffs out, and you’re still feeling the hefty slosh of him shooting out clingy loads of cum into you. “Also acts as an aphrodisiac.”

All you can do it take it when he fucks back up into you as if it was his little addiction. Slender fingers giving your pulsing clit a light swat, eyes so droopy and reverent looking up at you. His greedy cock drags out the cutest little whines from you, big, hefty tip crashing thoroughly into your g-spot over and over- “S’perfect for making you a pretty momma, isn’t it?”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - The (k)naughty

“So are ya jus’ gonna admire it like a cockdrunk lil’ slut or what, puny human?” Sukuna’s big beefy biceps just bulge when he crosses his arms over his chest. Giving you a devilish eyeroll that decidedly doesn’t help the way you were being ruthlessly bullied open on his twin cocks. “Swear you’re the whiniest lil’ thing to ever summon me.”

And the cutest. 

But the king of incubi holds back the last part. Instead, two of his rough hands come to rest possessively on your waist, feeding you inch after solid, swollen inch of both his stacked dicks. 

“Honestly,” he grits out - more to keep those pesky moans out of his chest than anything. Teeth bared, drool already dripping down the corner of his smirk. Fuck. “Wonder which one’s really in a rut - me or hah- y-you.”

You can all but sink your teeth into the velvety covers of your pillow, fucking you on all fours to give you the best of both worlds. Both of his matchingly girthy cocks stretching you wide open until your sloppy entrance was just as gaping and fucked-out as your whiny mouth in a way that has Sukuna snickering.

“S-s’not me-” you’re hiccuping out, such a sticky, blabbering mess when your ass slaps! against those bulging knots at the very ends of his hefty bases. Bruising a circular branding, “-clearly.”

Smack!

Sukuna takes the obscene opportunity to plant a mean slap onto your tender flesh, all five of his thick fingers smoothing over the sting. He’s leaning down until his breath puffs feverishly against your ear. “Gettin’ real mouthy for a brat that can’t even take my- hngh- knots, woman.”

Another one of his four arms wraps around your exposed neck, feeling the helpless thunder of your pulse. With a slightly tugging pull he has you glued to his sculpted front, the change in angle making his fat cocks inside you jostle around. Swirling in slow, calculated motions to stretch out each and every hidden spot on your gooey walls. 

“Look at me when I speak.” he spits, making you lightheaded with how much you were being manhandled to crane your neck up at his towering body. “S’this filthy cunt of yours gonna be able to take me- all of me? Let me breed her the way she deserves?”

Mewling, the only thing you can do at this moment is to shamefully nod up at him. Your pitiful little whimpers being drowned out by the drippingly wet squelches of your own cunt. 

Smack!

“Answer me.”

But apparently it wasn’t enough for Ryomen Sukuna.

“P-please-” you’re moaning. “W-wan’...”

The large fingers around your neck grip harder, and he dips another one down to your waist. Slowing down his hips just enough that he won’t lose his mind - just enough that you fuck back with a jittery buck of your hips, gummy walls yearning for that sweet sweet friction so badly. “‘W-w-wan’ what?”

“Wanna take you so bad!” you’re bawling. Scrambling at the strong wrist around your throat, your nails leave deep red little lines along his tattoos. “Want it- fuck fuck fuck- want you to breed me- to fill me up with-”

And then you can’t speak - and not because the vice-like grab on your airway is tightening. No, it’s because suddenly so does the one on your hips, holding you painfully, greedily still while Sukuna’s pushes and pushes his hips-

“Oh. Fuck, hold on.” his eyes fall shut at the pure squeeze, mouth falling into a depraved oh. “M’almost- m’gonna- fuck t-take it-” Two of his free hands come down to your waist now, “Gotta fill you- hah- up- fuuuck-”

And if you thought that Sukuna’s two cocks were big before then it was absolutely no match for the mind-numbingly lewd stretch of his knots. The swollen little nubs plugging your hole full, they’re bumping into your sensitive spots without even trying. Opening your pussy so wide that a translucent little ring soaks his heavy balls, dribbling onto the ruined bedsheets with a steady drip! drip! drip! 

He’s rummaging inside recklessly, one weepy tip kissing messily against your g-spot, the other indenting a sodden bruise into your cervix. You swear you feel it knocking against your womb, your lungs.

“Wanted my knots so I’m- hah- givin’ ‘em to ya.” And nothing more it said before Sukuna rams into you unpredictably - sloppily, as if he wasn’t even in full control of himself. “You’d like that, huh? To be- ngh- b-bred full of my cum. To give me an heir.” His head is falling backwards, groaning gutturally, long, black fingernails clawing at how tight it was. How- 

And then he cums.

And it seems that your poor pussy knows before Sukuna does. 

“Oh- fuck-” he swears under his breath, orgasm slamming into him, muscled body doubling over. Pinning you with his weight, you’re in the face of each messy jerk, milking out every one of his thick wads of cum. “I didn’t- so early- ah!”

But no matter what, he couldn’t stop. And Sukuna’s red eyes flutter shut - there’s so much- 

You were overspilling, your skin sticking to his after every milky gush. The wet squelches from before come out even louder, even more weepy with every sopping thrust! Cockdrunkenly, your mouth moves before your mind, “Y-you came-”

“Shut up.” And for your little observation, he’s gifting your ass another hot smack! Hoisting up your limp body even closer, cursed power thrums in the air when he cranes his head to look down- “Ah, hasn’t taken to my s-seed just yet.”

You barely even know what’s going on, but Sukuna’s eyes stay locked on something at that little area on your tummy, that little bulge where you could feel the creamy gyrations of his cum sloshing around inside you.

“You’re lucky, brat.” Smack! And he grins such a dangerous grin, one that makes you gasp. “We get to go all over again until I breed ya proper.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - The absolutely filthy.

“Oh, I can’t- I can’t-” Gojo whines, cerulean eyes fluttering shut, and his face scrunches up in such painful pleasure, “Don’ know if I can hngh- c-cum anymore- if I will-”

But that doesn’t mean that Gojo was going to stop either - no, he was all but shoving your pretty pussy open with the ragged grinds of his reddened cock. Two rough hands attached to your waist, jostling you down, down, down to meet his thrusts. 

You’re so sensitive, your rawly massaged walls just bursting stars behind your droopy lids every time Gojo was rummaging inside. Toes curling, back arching in a pretty little bow, you sob, “T-Toru–”

And fuck that makes him moan, heavy balls just clenching-

“Oh, sweetheart-” he breathes out, deep sing-song voice verging on the very tip of an embarrassing crack. Rattling off, “Sweetheart, sweetheart sweetheart-” It’s about all he can sputter out right now as his heavy balls clench. They’re smacking so soppingly wetly against your ass, and he can feel the very end of his fat cock twitch once - twice - before Gojo cums. Again. “Shit- you’re not makin’ it o-outta this without being- pregnant- you’re soo not-”

With how tightly he was clenching you to his toned chest, you could barely even move when his sweltering hot cum paints your gummy walls all white. So much of it that gushes inside you, every tiny nudge of the creaky bed and gyration of Gojo’s hips had his thick seed sloshing at your insides. Adding to the ever-splurging little pool underneath you that was already there since you’d summoned him tonight. 

“D-did you know that m-my hngh- my cum is an aphrodisiac.” he’s babbling, rosy red lips catching yours in a lewd little graze you’d barely call a kiss. “Did I tell you- that it makes you- makes me so–”

He did, actually. Many, many times, in fact - just after Gojo was done dumping load after heavy load of cum into your snug cunt. Each little utterance left you dumbfounded, pathetically helpless against that sudden surge of want.

“Mhm–” your honeyed voice makes his entire body just jolt. You scrape your nails against Gojo’s scalp, sifting through his soft white strands, and he’s practically purring into the palm of your hand. “Need more, Toru. More- hngh- wan’ you to get me pr-”

In a split-second, you’re being hauled out of that messy little mating press - barely, even, the two of you had sloppily fucked out of that position about four orgasms ago - to sit all prettily in Gojo’s lap, splayed out and spearheaded on his swollen dick.

“Don’t- don’t say that-” Gojo’s gasping, eyes blown wide, pupils glassy and so enlarged that his eyes almost looked blackened. He’s using his inhuman strength to push upwards, falling back onto his knees with every determined ram into your awaiting cunt. “S’gonna make me- ah-”

“B-but I wan’ it so badly, Toru–” you mewl, breathlessly. 

He glides a thumb across your quivering clit, gifting you a soft, sullen smack - ever-so-slightly. And you watch at the way Gojo watches, mouth falling into a ruined oh! eyes widening with each sopping dredge of cum that you gush down his shaft. It stands out so starkly - the white on pinkish, gleaming red - and that sight is enough to leave Gojo’s mouth dry.

To have him polarizing his ruts to kiss up at the bulging area of your g-spot, just dragging out those feeble shocks of pleasure down your spine. 

“Oh yeah? S’this what you w-want so badly?” he’s gritting out. Jittery fingers leaving another slap! on your pulsing clit, now glossily wet and being stimulated until you were dizzy. “To have me m-make a mess of this cute cunt-” He pants into your mouth, “to hah- breed her until you break me?”

“Yes!” Just that simple word is enough to have Gojo’s head falling backwards, dazed eyes rolling to the very back of his head. You push and pull your tongue against his saturatedly, “Yes yes- wanna have you breed me- hngh- wanna give you an h-heir ah-”

“Spit in my mouth.” he’s cutting you off all of a sudden, but the incessant molding of your cunt to his dick, the way he was showing absolutely no signs of stopping left you realizing that this wasn’t any tease. Pounding up into you so deeply.

And as if to prove that little thought - hell, you half had the mind to wonder whether incubus had mind-reading powers, too - he’s cupping your face into his greedy hold. Long, slender fingers pushing your pretty cheeks together until you had the most shameful purse all over your lips.

“Spit in my mouth.” Gojo’s repeating, shivering when you run a hand along his muscles, along his sculpted shoulders, finally resting at his throat. Tightening. And he only smiles, “S-spit in my mouth while ya hngh- milk me, sweeheart. Spit in my mouth- ohhh fuck- lemme taste you while I breed you. While I fuck a cute kid into ya. Please?”

So you do. 

And as soon as that steady stream of your saccharine sweet saliva hits his pink tongue, Gojo lets out a soft, broken whimper.

And then he cums, bucking his hips up over and over to slam against yours. Wet stripes of milky white cum draw against your g-spot - just a few wisps, before he’s orgasming dry. Throwing his head back to let your own high take over. 

Your orgasm is sudden, in an instant, and all you can do is cling onto Gojo’s bulging deltoids. “P-please- m’cumming-” you blubber away. “M’cumming hah- n’ I feel so full ah-”

He couldn’t even talk, he couldn’t even breathe right about now - so Gojo’s crashing simply crashing lips into your in a sloppy, tear-stricken kiss. Still dragging your drooling cunt down his twitchy shaft. Tasting the salt and the sticky need on your tongue when he murmurs, “Not full enough, though, right?”

“Wh-what?”

“Right?”

A/N. Laptop crashed five times trynna write this it might just be a sign that incubi JJK men are too powerful.

You laid over the breeding bench that your husband had strapped you to uncomfortably. Your back was cramping up and your legs were beginning to get sore from baring all of your weight. You know if you asked Levi to adjust you he’d probably just tell you to shut up. That you don’t deserve a say in shit. Not after what you’ve done.

You had managed to run away from the little cabin Levi had managed to trap you in for months on end by smashing a window open. You only were able to run about an hour before feeling a hand on your shoulder. 

“There you are brat. Come. Don’t make a scene, if you do it will be worse.” 

You had gone with him quietly. He had immediately brought you down into the basement when you got home. That’s where you always went when you misbehaved. He’d strapped you into the bench and then left without saying a word. You had no clue how long it’s been, or what in the flying fuck that man could be doing.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of feet walking down the creaky stairs. He walked around the room, seeming to gather a couple things before finally walking over to you. 

“Well aren’t you cute.” He chides meanly, picking up your face with slender fingers. He turns it left and right, as if looking to see if his belonging had gotten any scratches while out of his care. Once he seemed satisfied you were fine, he released your head, but not before giving your face a quick slap.

“We both know why your here. You really don’t know how to follow instructions do you? Hm? It would do you good to remember them.  You tear up and look away from him in embarrassment.  “Tch. Stupid.”

He walks behind you and begins playing with your wet folds. Dipping long fingers in and out. He smacks your ass before removing his fingers. 

“Slut. Look at you, your already wet.” he taunts. You hear his pants unzip and he pulls out his half hard cock and jerks it a couple times with his hand.  “You know what’s happening (Y/N). I warned you, I’m not above breeding a little brat into you if it keeps you in this house.” He snarls.

You choke out a sob and wiggle a bit in panic. Another smack comes down onto your rump.

“Stop. Move again and I’ll leave you down here like this for a week.”  You feel your stomach do a front roll as he lines his head up with your folds. As he pushes in you gasp, stretching your tied hands for anything to grasp onto.

“Fuck... yes baby.” The man above you groans. Sliding a hand into your hair so he can pull it.

He begins thrusting slowly. You can feel every inch of his cock move in and out of you. 

“L-Levi please-”

“SHUT UP.” He snaps, snapping his hips against yours hard to enhance his point. “You belong to me (Y/N). If I want you to have a kid you’ll have a kid.” 

You cry and he begins to pick up the pace.

“Yeah, I’m gonna fuck my brat into you (Y/N). Your gonna be so pretty pregnant. All big and swollen.” he grunts as he thrusts.

You sob and whimper. How had you ever ended up with a man so awful.

Levi continues to thrust into you until he finally finishes inside of you with a groan. 

“That’s it baby. Good girl.”  He pants as he comes down from his high. You cry in disgust and shame.

You feel something slip in between your folds and jolt. Levi strokes your head. 

“Shh, it’s just a plug baby. We have to make sure my seed takes.” He coos.

You sniffle and cry. The man really had done it. He broke you.

Levi stands up and pats your ass before pulling his pants back on. 

“I have to go do work. I’ll be down in about an hour so we can do this again.” He states.

The first thing you notice when you regain consciousness is your head. A dull ache runs from the crown of your head to your nose, the kind of ache that comes from a bad fall. You groan as you instinctively reach for your forehead, only to find that you can’t. 

Your eyes flutter open but are met with another black void. You struggle a bit more against whatever is keeping you from moving your hands before you realize-

 Rope. Your hands had been tied together.

 Someone had bound and blindfolded you.

Then it all came rushing back at once.

 Eren. The plan. Levi had found out. He shoved you in his office and tried to touch you again. You punched him. You wanted to kill him. Then… 

Oh god. 

That meant he had done this.

Your heart races in your chest. You try to thrash out of your bonds with no success. The rope only chafes the already raw skin in the area. Screaming proves to be useless too. Some sort of cloth had been shoved in your mouth as a gag. Cries for help became garbled strings of nothing, the fabric swallows all of your pleas for help. Tears stream down your cheeks as you hyperventilate in utter panic.

“Good to see you’re finally awake.”

Fear shoots through your body at his voice, leaving you completely paralyzed. You swear you can hear the pounding of your heart in your head. A hand slides under your chin, making you jump. He tilts your head upwards. You may not be able to see him but you know he’s examining you with those steel gray eyes. Eyeing you like a hungry wolf would a rabbit.

 He’s close enough for you to kick him, you realize, and you may not get another chance to incapacitate him. When you try to swing your legs back you’re quickly met with the realization that they had been tied as well. As you try to attack him you lose your balance, flinging yourself on your side. You can hear him laugh as your cheek hits the cold floor. You must look pathetic. A whimper of desperation spills through your gag.

“Easy (Y/N).” he sneers. “You’re in enough shit already for that little stunt you pulled in my office. Don’t make things worse for yourself.” 

The blindfold sticks to your face, damp with tears. You beg him to release you but everything is muffled through the gag. Not that you would have been very coherent normally. The sobs that wracked your body made everything come out fragmented.

“Tch. Get yourself together.” he grumbles. His footsteps echo on the smooth concrete as he walks across the room. You wonder where exactly you are. The acoustics of the room certainly didn’t match those of his office. He had to have taken you somewhere. The thought makes your stomach churn. 

He grabs something across the room creating a metal clunking noise when he picks it up. Whatever it is, you pray it won’t make your situation any worse. You feel his eyes examining you once again. You hate how he looks at you, how vulnerable it makes you feel. His footsteps approach, stopping when you could feel his presence right in front of you. 

“If I take your blindfold off, will you behave?” he asks, using that rage-inducing infantilizing tone.  You hesitate for a moment, allowing the anger in your stomach to bubble down, before giving him a shaky nod.

He steps over to you and you feel his hands work the blindfolds knot. When he pulls it off you’re greeted with the sight of what looks to be some sort of basement. 

The room is about as barebones as they come. The walls and flooring are made of concrete. Nothing decorates them. There's a metal table and chair in the corner, across the room from it a twin mattress lays bare on the floor with no blankets or sheets to cover it. You wonder if he intends to make you sleep in this cold room without a blanket. The thought that he’d make you sleep here at all is enough to make your eyes start to water again. The last piece of furniture in the room is an old dresser. The drawers had been padlocked and your mind raced with guesses at what might be in it. Otherwise, there was just the door to your left and a small window at the very top of the wall directly across from you. It’s far out of your reach, at least 8 feet above the floor and you can see iron bars on the outside preventing anyone from breaking in (or in your case out).

You must have been staring at the window longer than you thought because Levi snapped to regain your attention.

“Don’t even think about it.” he warned. “You won’t get ten steps before you walk through barbed wire and need to wait for me to find your ass. Trust me, you won't be able to run after your legs are shredded up and you definitely won't be able to after I find and deal with you. ”

 You flinch. A whimper escapes through your gag, legs aching in phantom pain at the threat. 

Your attention turns to his hands. He’s holding… something. It’s metal. It clinks in his hand when he moves it. Maybe that's what you heard dragging on the floor earlier. 

Levi notices where your eyes are and his eyes light up with an evil glow. “Oh? You saw your present.” 

Something in your gut tells you that this “present” is not something you actually want. 

The object gleams menacingly in the light as he walks towards you. You instinctively try to squirm away from him, from whatever that is. He just chuckles and pulls you back using the rope bonding your wrists. When he finally holds it up in front of you you’re… confused.

It’s… a ring? It’s a slightly thick circle of metal. It’s too big to be a ring for a finger though. You sit in confusion until Levi sticks a little key into a notch in the side and the ring opens. Realization floods over you like a tsunami.

It's a collar.

Tears flood your eyes at the implication. He owned you. He viewed you as property. The metal feels suffocating when he snaps it onto your neck. You let out a sob through the gag, wondering if this is rock bottom.

Then he walks to the center of the room and comes back with a chain. 

You hadn’t noticed it before because Levi had been obstructing it from your view, but a long length of chain protruded from the middle of the room. It seemed to be cemented to the ground. Whatever was meant to be attached to it obviously wasn’t meant to be going anywhere. 

It was pretty obvious what it was meant to be attached to.

Metal pieces rattle against each other as he snaps the chain into its own little slot in the collar. The resounding “click” lets you know that it has been locked into place. Levi gives it a little tug, smirking at the security. The reality of your situation becomes all too apparent. 

You’re trapped.

 His hand cups your cheek and wipes away one of your tears with his thumb. “Pretty girl.” he purrs. There’s a malicious tone in his voice that makes you shudder. Just the way he looks at you, collared and bound, is enough to make you feel violated. You avert your gaze but can’t escape the embarrassment bubbling in your gut.

“I’m going to untie your legs and remove the gag. If you try anything I will make you regret having woken up. Understood?”

Knots tie in your stomach but you nod. He begins working on the rope. You grimace as it rubs up against the already raw skin in the area. Levi notices your discomfort but just rolls his eyes. “You should have just behaved yourself. This is what happens when you don’t listen (Y/N).” he taunts

His jaw looks incredibly kickable right now. 

You manage to control the rage boiling up in your chest and allow him to finish releasing you from your bonds. When the gag is finally removed you’re quiet. You want to yell at him. You want to curse and scream and beg until your throat is raw, but when you go to open your mouth the words get caught in your throat. It makes you furious knowing that you're truly this paralyzed by him. The two of you just stare at each other for what feels like a lifetime. Eventually you muster up the courage and manage to squeak “W-Where am I?”

He lets out a soft laugh “What makes you think I’d tell you?” your cheeks flush red in embarrassment, realizing that it was actually a pretty stupid question to ask. “You’re where nobody will find you.” he snarls “That's all that matters.”

“Is Eren ok?” The words leave your mouth without you even thinking about them. Eren should be the last thing on your mind right now. You can’t help yourself from caring for the boy though, from wanting him to be safe. 

You instantly regret asking the question when you see how Levi’s face shifts. He looks positively murderous at the mention of his name. He grabs your face and yanks it upwards so you’re forced to look him in the eyes. 

“Eren doesn’t matter. Eren should be as good as dead to you. You will never talk about him ever again. Do you understand me (Y/N)?” 

“I just-”

“I said do you understand me?” He growls.

You shiver, tears filling your eyes as you shakily nod. You don’t breathe again until he lets go of your face. Relief floods your body, thinking maybe you had escaped his wrath, only to be yanked up by your forearm and dragged across the room. 

A loud cry leaves your mouth as he grabs you. You desperately try to tug your wrist away but he’s far stronger then you. He tosses you onto the bare mattress in the corner. You don’t even have a minute to process what had happened before he’s on top of you. Fat tears well up in your eyes and your stomach threatens to empty itself. 

“P-please professor I-” 

A slap to your face cuts you off. Tears roll down your cheeks as he wedges a knee in between your legs, forcing them to open. 

“Professor still (Y/N)?” He taunts, pulling up your shirt to fondle your tits. “I thought we were past that by now.” He pinches one of your nipples and gives it a twist, making you yelp. “We’re going to be with each other forever now, no need to be so formal.” 

Dread pools in your stomach. You feel one of his hands snaking down the sweatpants you were wearing, toying with the rim. You move your leg to kick him but he pins down your leg with a snarl and lands a smack on your breast.

“You just love getting in trouble, don’t you?” He snarls. “We’ll fix that, don't you worry.” 

Your pants are tugged off despite your cries of protest, panties following not long after. He wastes no time, fingers traveling down to finger your poor, unprepped cunt. You cry at the stretch. You’re far too dry for it to be pleasurable. Levi just scoffs and rams his fingers in particularly hard. “You chose to be a slut (Y/N). If you act like one I’ll treat you like one.”

Everything seems to blur together. The pain, much to your horror, begins to turn into pleasure. A sick heat begins pooling in your stomach. Levi grins and pulls out his fingers. They’re wet with your juices. He examines them proudly before holding them up to your mouth.

“Open.” he commands.

Fat tears fall down your cheeks. You hesitate before slowly opening your mouth. 

A low chuckle sounds from the man as he slips his fingers in. “Good girl.” he purrs “Now, suck for me.”

You reluctantly obey. 

“You taste that (Y/N)?” he asks “That is proof that you like this. Those juices you’re tasting are your body's response to me.”

Shame fills your body, making your cheeks flush red. Levi laughs, shoving his fingers further down your throat making you gag. 

“Cute.” he mumbles under his breath.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth but allows you no time to breathe before lining up with your aching pussy.

He grins evilly as he begins to push in. He’s slow, making you feel every inch as he moves inside of you. You were wet, but not that wet. The stretch burns. More than that, the fullness makes your skin crawl. You feel like you're suffocating as he leans down to kiss your lips. 

“Mine” he growls. His expression is wild as he stares into your eyes. A man absolutely overtaken by power and lust. “Say it” he demands. “Say you're mine.” 

“I’m y-yours.” you whimper, wincing in pain.

“Again” he breathes.

“I’m yours.” 

“Louder!”

“I’m yours!” 

“LOUDER.” he roars, smacking your ass hard enough to bruise.

“I’M YOURS, LEVI” you cry, trembling in fear.

The corners of his mouth curl up into a smile.

“Don’t you ever fucking forget it.” he growls, snapping his hips and bottoming out all at once.

Pain floods your body at the sudden intrusion. Bile threatens to come up as the man begins moving at a punishing pace, allowing you no time to breathe. You cry out at every thrust, each somehow worse than the last. 

He pushes your legs over his shoulders, lifting your hips so he can go even deeper. The tip kisses your cervix with every rock of his hips. He bites down on your neck, causing you to yelp. An angry red bruise is left when his mouth detaches from your skin. Yet another indication that you were his property. 

“You like that (Y/N)” he taunts, twisting one of your nipples. “You like being treated like a slut?”

“S-stop…” you beg through your tears “P-please…”

Levi smacks your ass again, leaving a twin handprint next to the one from earlier. “Don’t lie.” he hisses. “I can feel how wet you are. I know you like it rough deep down. You want to be treated like a whore. Nasty girl.”

He flips you over so that you’re laying on your stomach. He lifts up your hips so your holes are on full display for him. A low moan leaves his mouth as he strokes himself to the sight of you. “Oh, you do things to me (Y/N). You really do…” 

He plunges back in with a grunt, continuing his assault on your sex. Your brain feels like it’s rattling against your skull from the sheer force of his thrusts. As you’re plowed into the mattress, you silently pray to whatever god or power that might be out there for it all to end.

The thrusting continues for what seems like forever. His taunts and touches sink into your skin like poison. You had long since checked out of the experience, dissociating to avoid the feeling of wanting to absolutely crawl out of your skin. Reality doesn’t sink back in until you hear a particular comment that he makes.

“Gonna fuck my kids into you.”

Your heart drops into your stomach.

“W-what?” you stutter.

He smirks at your deer in headlights expression. “You heard me. I’m gonna fuck my kids into you (Y/N). I’m gonna fill that little cunt with my cum until it takes and you’re going to have my children.” 

All you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat in your head. No. No. No. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t do this to you. Your legs flail in a desperate attempt to get out from under the man but he’s too strong. He pins you down with one hand, rutting into you like a dog in heat. 

“You can’t run (Y/N).” he pants, smile never leaving his lips “This is your punishment. Now you’ll never be able to get away from me.”

You squirm and cry, pleading for him to let you go. It becomes hard to breathe, you grip onto the mattress for an ounce of stability.

Soon, his thrusts become erratic. You writhe, knowing whats coming. His hand covers your mouth to muffle your screams. Pleads fall upon deaf ears. 

“Shh (Y/N). Your gonna take this like a good girl and not complain.” he hisses. Groaning as his climax approaches. “Fucking take it” he growls and empties himself into your bare cunt. 

Sobs wrack your body as ropes of his cum fill you up. The man above moans in pure bliss, riding out his orgasm until the very last second before finally pulling out and getting off of you.

You can’t even move. All you can do is lay limp on the bed and sob. How did it come to this? You wonder. What did I do wrong? 

Levi bends down to inspect your now dripping cunt. He smirks as he pushes a few drops that had dripped out back inside. 

“Good girl.” he murmurs, leaving a swat on your ass. You don’t really process it when he stands up to cross the room. You’re too focused on the absolute disgust you feel. You wouldn’t be able to take enough showers in your lifetime to scrub the shame away. Now you just had to live with it. 

He comes back holding some sort of plug. You don’t know where he got it from but that’s the least of your worries at the moment. He slides it into your abused pussy, rubbing his thumb over the base once it had been pushed all the way in. 

His hands run through your hair and he lays a kiss on your temple. A mockingly sweet gesture after the monstrous acts he had just committed. 

“Keep that in.” he orders “We have to make sure it takes.” 

You shudder at the implication.

You hear the clinking of his belt buckle as he puts his clothes back on. “ I’ll be home in a few hours. If I find out that you took that plug out, and believe me I will, I will break your fingers so that next time you can’t.” he growls.

He pulls on his shoes and walks to the door. “Be a good girl for me while I’m gone (Y/N).” 

With the last ounce of your energy you mumble “Where are you going?”

He, charismatic as he was, quickly made new friends. A group of boys who decided that they did not like you. You tried tagging along with them a couple times when they went out, but they made fun of you the entire time - laughing when you tore your dress and started crying, taunting you for not being able to keep up with their much larger strides, yelling out "COOTIES!" whenever you brushed up against one of them. When you looked to your friend for help he turned away, staying silent as his new buddies tormented you.

He started showing up at the hayloft less and less, ditching you to hang out with his newer, cooler friends. Eventually, he stopped showing up at all and you stopped waiting for him. Coming to terms with the fact that your friend was gone.

You started school a year later and made your own friends - a group of girls who went to your church. Ironically enough, they looked down on your neighbor just like his friends looked down on you. He and his group of cronies got into all sorts of trouble. They saw school as an opportunity to play pranks and socialize rather than do any sort of work. Your friends complained frequently about how lazy and annoying they were. When you told them about your childhood friend they told you to stay away from him, that he was a bad influence.

And you did, for the most part. You never went out of your way to speak to him. Even if you wanted to, you never had the chance. You could probably count on one hand the amount of times you’ve actually seen him in a classroom and you weren’t interested in approaching him outside of school hours while he was with his jerk friends. You maintained enough respect for each other to be civil when you did come into contact, however, offering a polite nod or wave in acknowledgment. You remained on each other's radar despite becoming background characters in each other's lives. 

By the time you got to high school you only ever saw him once or twice a year. His group of friends got into drinking and smoking and partying as boys like them do. If your parents found out you were anywhere near him they would have lost their minds. Your father was the town pastor so you were very sheltered growing up. He didn't like you hanging around boys to begin with, much less boys who would tempt you to do unholy activities.

This control your parents possessed over you became a topic of contention in your family as you got older. You begged and pleaded with your parents to let you start seeing boys, wearing makeup, doing anything that would make you feel like you weren't a child but they wouldn't budge. No matter how many screaming matches you got into, their position held firm - as long as you lived in their house you'd follow their rules. The lord's rules. You had no business messing around with boys until you got married.

You didn't know that your neighbor was aware of your predicament - that he'd made your old hideout his go-to smoke spot when his landlady threatened to kick him out if he kept making the house reek of weed - that the old barn was just close enough to your house to be within earshot of your kitchen. He'd sat through multiple of your skirmishes involuntarily. Your family never remembered to close the windows before you started yelling. He'd take a puff of his joint while you screamed, thinking about sweet, little, virgin you. You'd changed so much since you were kids. You'd filled out to be a woman - soft and plush with curvy hips he'd like to grab and plump breasts that looked deliciously suckable. He'd always thought you were pretty, even when you were kids, but he'd never considered you sexually attractive until recently. He imagined how you might look stripped bare in his bed, begging so sweetly for him to please cum in your virgin pussy. His grunts echo off the barn walls as he strokes his shaft to the thought of you creaming on his cock, chanting his name like a prayer as he took you over the edge.

He repeated the act more times than he'd like to admit. Sometimes he fantasized about you stumbling in and catching him. How he'd pin you against the wall, rip off your panties and fuck you so hard that you'd see that precious god your parents were always talking about. His infatuation with you got stronger each day and his urges became increasingly harder to deal with.

Finally, after jerking it to the sound of your sobs nearly every day for a good month, he decided it was time to pay his old friend a visit.

He walked up to you one day when you were out feeding your family's chickens. You were startled, to say the least. The last time you saw him was before he graduated. He moved out of his parent's house to rent an apartment in a nearby resident's guest house so he hadn't been around. You were even more startled when he started talking to you like you were friends. Told you he was staying with his parents for a few days and that he thought he'd check in. You weren’t quite sure what to make of it, but you didn’t want to be rude so you entertained him with small talk.

The conversation went on much longer than you thought it would and it was shockingly pleasant. He was funny and charming, just as sweet of a talker as he was when you were kids. Flirty too, he knew just what to say to make you giggle and turn red. As the conversation was wrapping up, he mentioned that the two of you should catch up soon.

"We could meet up in the Hayloft tonight," He said with a lopsided smirk "just like old times."

You almost said yes but paused for a moment, remembering your father’s words regarding men.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea," you mumbled, looking around nervously for your family, "My parents don't really like me hanging out with boys..."

"Sneak out," he suggests. He has to try not to laugh at the way your eyes widen like saucers.

You shuffle a little uncomfortably, "I... well... I've never snuck out before... I don't want to get caught." He can tell you're thinking about it. He knows how much you want to be independent, to go against Daddy's wishes.

"Well, it's up to you." he shrugs, "but I'll be waiting there at midnight if you change your mind." he waves before he walks away, leaving you alone with your chicken feed and conflicted emotions.

That night he perched up in the hayloft, smoking a blunt and blasting music through his headphones. The clock struck twelve, then one, then two. He was just about to leave when, at 2:33, your head poked up from the ladder.

A smirk curled up on his lips "And here I thought you weren't coming." he purred, reaching out his hand to help you up onto the platform.

"I'm sorry I'm late..." you panted, accepting his hand. You looked incredibly frazzled, your nightgown was torn and there were leaves strewn throughout your hair. You looked like you'd just tumbled out your window - he honestly wouldn't be surprised if you did. "It smells like skunk up here," you say, scrunching your face up in disgust. It takes everything in him not to laugh.

"That so?" he asked, a lazy grin spread across his face. "I don't smell anything."

"Oh, uhm, maybe I’m just imagining it or something…” you mumbled, uncertain of exactly what he was grinning about, face flushing red in embarrassment that you didn't understand the joke.

"Come," he said patting the spot next to him, "Have a seat. You want a beer?"

You hesitate for a moment, biting your lip, "I've never drank before..." you finally admit, averting his gaze as you gingerly take a seat next to him.

"Well, there's a first time for everything, hm?" he chirps, reaching behind a bale of hay to grab two bud lights from the stash he kept hidden there. He cracks the cans open and passes one to you, taking a gulp from his own before looking over at you expectantly. You glance at him nervously then back at the can, weighing the morality of your choices. He raises his eyebrows, nodding at you to go on. You muster your courage and let out a deep breath before taking a big gulp.

It takes everything in him not to laugh at the way you gag, "Easy princess," he purrs as you cough, rubbing his large hand across your back “Take it slow, don't kill yourself,"

You look at him hesitantly before raising the can to your lips again. This time nursing a couple small sips and swallowing slowly, "That's it, atta' girl..." he croons.

Once you've finished, you put the can down next to you and let out a breath, "Look who finally became a big kid..." he murmurs, not missing the dusty pink color your cheeks turn at his praise. Cute.

The two of you talk for an hour. You're reserved at first, still not entirely trusting of him, but as he gives you more alcohol you start opening up. It only takes a beer and a half for you to start complaining to him about your parents - how they're always down your throat. You tell him how badly you want to date like all of your friends, how it makes you so frustrated you could cry. You love God and you believe he loves you too, but you're going insane. Why would he give you these urges if he didn't want you to act on them?

"It's just not fair," you sniffle, taking another sip of your drink, "I just wish they'd treat me like an adult. All of my friends are in relationships and I've never even had my first kiss."

He takes a sip of his beer, holding it in his mouth for a moment, mulling over your words before swallowing. "Kiss me then."

You blink a few times, contemplating if you'd heard him right, "...Excuse me?"

"You heard me," he replies, finishing the rest of his can and crushing it with his palm, "Kiss me. Right now. If you wanna have your first kiss so badly just do it."

You open your mouth to speak but no words come out, only choked stammering. He smirks, leaning in close to you, pinning you against a bale of hay

His hand slides up your nightgown, running up your soft thigh, stopping just before it reaches the apex. He can feel you tremble under his touch, breath hitching as he stares you down like a predator.

"Or maybe you're too scared of Daddy finding out..." he taunts, squeezing the soft flesh of your leg with his rough hand, smirking at the quiet whine that passes your lips, "And here I thought little (Y/N) had finally grown up, that's a shame..."

Your face flushes red in indignation, "I'm not scared," you protest, shifting uncomfortably and avoiding his gaze. He squishes your cheeks and yanks your head up, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

"Then do it," he growls.

And in a moment of bravery or panic or something in between, you do.

He quickly takes control, tangling a large hand in your hair to hold you in place as he deepens the kiss - pushing you down into the soft hay so that he's hovering over you. His tongue licks your bottom lip, asking for entrance, you hesitantly open up for him, letting him explore your wet cavern.

He tastes acidic. The booze and smoke from earlier linger on his breath. His tongue sweeps over your own making you scrunch your nose. It's not horrible, just... unpleasant. It's slimy and foreign and demanding. His teeth nip at your bottom lip painfully as his hands run up your torso, grazing your pert nipples through your nightgown, smirking at the way his touch makes you whine. Between the smell, the taste, and the touching you start to feel hot - nauseatingly hot and incredibly claustrophobic. You try your best to ignore the alarm bells going off in your head. This was your first kiss, it was supposed to be magical and romantic. If it didn't feel that way then you must be doing something wrong. You let him touch you and tug you as he liked, doing your best to match his enthusiasm by grinding your hips against his and running your hands through his hair like you've seen girls do in the movies you sneaked from your parents.

When he finally does pull away you have to catch your breath for a moment. He smirks down at you in amusement, kneading a tit in his large palm.

"Well, aren't you sweet..." he purrs, leaving a trail of kisses from your jawline to your collarbone. "Wet too,"

You didn't even notice that the hand on your thigh had crept up to cup your sex through your panties. His thumb rubs your clit in lazy circles through the thin fabric, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.

Your heart pounds in your chest. You weren't exactly sure what he was doing, but something in your gut told you it was wrong. You didn't know much about the stuff adults did in the bedroom, only that a man and woman had sex so they could make a baby - but that was only if they were married and you and him definitely weren't married. Something about him touching you like this - the rivulets of pleasure that shake your body as he pets your most sacred area - makes you feel like you're sinning.

Guilt pours over you as you lightly push against his chest, attempting to free yourself from his ministrations. He pushes you back under him with little effort, nuzzling his face into your neck to leave more sloppy kisses down your neck. He wishes he could be there tomorrow to see what your parents said when you walked down to breakfast with a neck painted black and blue by his teeth.

"Something wrong?" he asked mockingly, nibbling the sensitive skin of your neck and groaning at the way your hips thrust up against his bulge in response.

"I just - ah! - I'm not sure we should be doing this..." your voice wobbled as he nipped at your collarbone, fumbling with the ribbon at the waist of your nightgown in preparation to remove it.

"Hm? I thought you wanted to be treated like an adult, (Y/N). This is what adults do. They make love," he purred, pushing your hand away as you try stopping him from pushing your dress down your torso, ogling your naked curves with ravenous intent.

You try covering yourself but he pulls your arms away and pins them over your head, advancing his trail of kisses down your chest. "I just... I just thought that sex was something only married people do. This feels-" you start

"-Ah that's bullshit," he interjects, releasing your nipple from his mouth with a lewd pop, "That's just crap that some old guys made up because they were bitter they couldn't get laid."

You squirm uncomfortably under him, turning your head in embarrassment so you don't have to see him jerking his penis over your now-naked stomach. You'd never seen a penis before, only diagrams in health class. You didn't think they'd be so large. "I just don't think this is a good idea-" you try again, only to be interrupted by an annoyed groan.

"Jesus (Y/N), will you shut up? You're gonna ruin it for both of us if you keep bitching. Just relax and enjoy yourself, yeah?" he snaps.

You immediately draw back, embarrassed and invalidated by his criticism. You mumble out a quiet apology before relaxing your body. Making yourself pliant for whatever he might have in store for you.

His frown curls back up into a smirk. He kisses your temple, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. You were just too easy. He barely even insulted you and here you were rolling over for him like a puppy. "Good girl..." he coos, pulling down the hem of your cute pink panties "Now open your legs for me."

You tremble but slowly obey, putting your sex on full display for him. He groans, swiping his thumb over your slit, marveling at how it becomes glossy and slick with your juices. "Fuck baby," he grunts, "You're so fucking wet. Have you ever touched yourself down here before?"

You shook your head no, sniffling back tears. "I was waiting until I got married..." you mumble.

"Aw, that's sweet," he croons, hypnotized by your dripping cunt and the lewd sounds it made as he stroked it, "Don't worry, I'll make you feel ten times better than some virgin dipshit could on your wedding day."

You shriek as he pushes a digit into your hole. It burns. It's so thick you think you could feint. You peek down between your legs and feel ill when you realize he hasn't even gotten it halfway in.

"Relax, it'll hurt more if you're tense," he commands, starting to play with your clit again. He wipes a few tears from your eyes and ruffles your hair, "Take a deep breath for me, yeah?"

You obey, taking a big breath into your lungs. When you breathe out he slides the finger the rest of the way in, down to the knuckle.

A pained whine leaves your throat. You feel so impossibly full and this was only one finger. You didn't know how you would handle another one or that monster between his legs. His face is hard to make out, only half is illuminated by the moonlight pouring in through the window. Even with the scarce lighting, you can tell that he's smirking down at you.

"P-please..." you hiccup through tears, "Can't... I can't take any more,"

He chuckles, "That so? Well, your sweet little cunt says otherwise. You're dripping like crazy. You don't need to be shy, you can say you like it~" he quickens his motions on your clit and starts sliding his finger in and out of you. Little sparks of pleasure travel up your spine, making you moan embarrassingly loud as he works your pussy with his finger.

He smirks up at you, giving you an "I told you so" look. It's not long at all before he's nudging a second finger next to the first. You shake your head, eyes pleading for him not to, but he sinks it in right next to the first.

This one is even worse than the first. You try to wriggle away with no success, yelping as his hand comes down on your thigh.

"I thought I told you to relax (Y/N)," he growls, sinking the second finger home. You cry, trying your best to relax again. Trusting that he knew better what to do in this situation, praying that he wouldn't break you.

He grunts in approval before slowly starting to move both fingers in and out of your dripping cunt. He fists his cock in one hand, synchronizing his pumps with the hand that pleases you. You were somehow even sexier than he'd imagined you'd be. Soft and cuddly as a kitten with that innocent pout on your face, he was surprised he'd been able to hold himself back this long.

He curls his fingers upwards to stroke that little bundle of nerves deep inside of you. Your eyes practically bulge out of your head at the sensation. He uses his thumb and circles your clit while his fingers assault that spot. It doesn't take long before he notices your hips start to buck, his heart pounding in anticipation as you come up to your edge.

You gasp and sputter as he rides you through your very first orgasm. Your cries echo off the walls, filling the room with evidence of the pleasure he brought you. It feels like you're drowning as the waves crash down on you, gasping like a fish thrown out of water as you clench around his fingers. At the same time, it feels good. Not the "good" you felt when you got a good grade on a test or when you ate your favorite meal. This was a new kind of "good" you'd never felt before. You wondered if this was what heaven felt like as the aftershocks rolled through your body. He made sure you rode it all the way out. Your toes curled and your hips twitched until you physically couldn't handle it anymore and finally laid limp, only then did he remove his fingers.

Your body felt fuzzy and spent, dripping in sweat and covered in hay. You could have fallen asleep right there if it weren't for the bulbous head of his cock rubbing against your folds.

"Fuck, that was hot," he grunts, tapping the tip on your clit, chuckling as your hips buck from the overstimulation, "Was that your first orgasm, baby?"

You nod, swallowing heavily at how intimidating his dick looked compared to his fingers wrapped around it.

"Heh, I thought so. You only lasted about 30 seconds once I started touching your clit again. Slutty girl." he snickered, "It's my turn now though, I'm gonna need you to take another deep breath for me, okay?"

Your heart sinks to your stomach and you whimper in fear. He rolls his eyes, "Stop being dramatic or I'm gonna just shove it in. Take a deep breath and relax," he growls

You sniffle back your tears and inhale, as you exhale he pushes in. Even just the tip feels like it's splitting you in half, stretching your virgin cunt impossibly wide as he burrows himself into your guts. You shriek out in pain and push against his torso, wailing for him to stop. He covers your mouth with his hand.

"Shut the hell up. Do you wanna wake up your parents?" he hisses, looking out the window to make sure the lights in your house hadn't turned on. He knew your Father had a shotgun and wouldn't hesitate to use it if he found him deflowering his darling daughter. He'd rather leave tonight without a hole in his chest.

You sob but shake your head. Once you've calmed down a little he removes his hand from your mouth and leaves a few soft kisses on your trembling lips. "That's a good girl. Just relax. You'll start feeling good soon."

He grunts as he bottoms out. It takes everything in him not to start rutting into you like a feral animal, but he restrains himself because you'd probably scream again if he didn't take it slow. You're gripping his cock like a vice, perfect velvety walls fluttering as you try to adjust to his size. It's maddening sitting there waiting for you to stop struggling.

Finally, when you do stop writhing from the pain he draws his hips back slowly, so as not to make you start crying again, before pushing himself back in with a grunt.

The friction is dizzying. His cock feels heavy inside of you as it pounds against your cervix. Every snap of his hips makes your stomach do cartwheels and your head feel fuzzy. You can barely put together a cohesive thought.

"Fuck baby," he rasps, picking up speed. "You're squeezing me so tight. This sweet little cunt was just made to be filled huh? What a lucky girl you are that I was nice enough to help this poor neglected pussy out."

You can barely manage a whine in return, the air taken out of your lungs as he pounds away at you. Your legs wrap around his torso unconsciously, searching for anything to cling to for stability, which only drives him deeper into you. Pathetic mewls spill from your mouth as he thrusts up against your g-spot, abusing the little bundle of nerves. Every sensation is amplified tenfold by your inexperience. All of it is so new and so much.

"Heh, little slut. Do you like it when I'm deep in your guts? For a virgin you sure are a freak." he chides.

His words sting, mostly because they're true. Now that the pain has subsided you can't pretend that you don't feel absolutely euphoric. Each thrust has you on cloud 9, clenching greedily around him, begging to be used. You feel ashamed. You thought that you were a good girl. That you lived an honest and holy life free of temptation and wickedness, but as he ruts into you you fear that the devil may have overcome you.

Fat tears fall from your eyes, heart aching as you let him rip your purity from you. His fingers move back to your clit, rubbing tight circles that make you see stars. You clench around him in response, making him moan and increase his pace.

His tempo is punishing, getting faster and faster every time you cry out. He pulls out until just the tip remains inside before slamming back home, rocking you to your very core. He kisses you, moaning and panting against your lips. You can feel the coil in your stomach tightening once again, threatening to release. His thrusts become more erratic too, testing your limit as he chases his approaching orgasm.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." he grunts, "I'm gonna cum in this sweet virgin pussy,"

Maybe if you were in a better state of mind you would have been able to remember what your health teacher said happened when a male ejaculated into a female, but you could barely remember your own name. All you could do was buck your hips up into his hand, chasing more of that delicious friction as you approached your end.

You closed your eyes and mumbled out a prayer. Asking God to forgive you for your sins tonight, promising to repent for your behavior. It took him a minute to figure out what exactly you were doing, but when he realized he laughed.

"God doesn't wanna hear prayers from sluts like you." he hisses before thrusting into you and toppling over the edge, taking you down with him.

The two of you pant like you'd just run a marathon. Sticky bodies still entangled as you twitched from the aftershocks of orgasm.

He recovers first, pulling out of you with a groan and feeling around for his clothes. When he looks back at you he almost feels sorry. Once pure skin was now tainted with purple hickeys and bite marks. Drool and tears dampened your sweet face, shimmering in the moonlight. Your once pink cunt was now red and puffy, leaking with his and your juices. It was over for you when you woke up tomorrow. Your parents would never look at you the same.

He decides to forego wearing his shirt home, using it to clean up the mess between your thighs a little bit before sitting you up and helping you dress. "It's time to go home now, (Y/N)." he coos, "Your parents will be up soon."

He walks you to your house like the gentleman he is, letting you lean against him as you wobble like a newborn giraffe up to the door. He kisses your forehead and tells you to get some rest, leaving out that you'll need the energy to deal with your parents tomorrow.

He walks himself home that night feeling satiated and he falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

About a month later he received a call from his landlady.

"There's someone here to see you in the front yard. A young lady-"

That's all he needs to hear.

He rushes out to find you on the front lawn crying with a suitcase sitting next to you. You explained to him that your parents had torn into you when they found out that you'd had sex, but when you missed your period and the test came back positive they straight up disowned you.

You begged him to let you stay with him, crying that you had nowhere else to go. You promised to do your share around the house and get a job to help with rent but he insisted that wasn't necessary. You were the mother of his child, you needed rest. It would require some budgeting, but the two of you could live off of his salary alone. It was best if you stayed home. But you could make yourself useful to him in other ways.

As he pounds you into the mattress that night, you question your faith.

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You aren’t quite sure how your arrangement came to be. One minute you were handing him rent money and the next he was lapping at your cunt like a starved man. It doesn’t matter. You're content knowing that if he’s waiting on the staircase when you get home from work, it’s going to be a good night.

He’ll pull you down the hall, hands tangling in your hair and lips crashing against yours, fumbling clumsily with his keys to unlock the door to his apartment, all but kicking the door open and carrying you inside.

His kisses are hungry, greedy. Filled with a passion that you’ve never felt with boys back home. Maybe it’s just the fantasy-fulfillment aspect of having a hot foreign lover, but if he’s anything to go by, the rumors of men overseas being better at sex are definitely true.

Before you can even make it into the bedroom, your clothes are peeled off and shed on his kitchen floor. He's all over you the minute you’re naked, grabbing and touching you like he wants to commit the feeling to memory, worshiping every nook and cranny like he may never feel you again. 

You and him will somehow stumble into his bed in between hot kisses. Sometimes he’ll chase you playfully, sometimes he’ll lead you by the hand, sometimes he’ll scoop you up and throw you onto the mattress; mumbling something in his language that you don’t understand but sounds pretty hot regardless. 

Then he’ll climb on top of you and take you apart piece by piece. Suckling gently on your nipples while his fingers work your clit, nibbling little love bites on your thighs before lifting your hips so he can bury his face in your cunt, pressing teasing kisses down your body, mumbling what you assume to be praise of your figure in between each one. 

He just understands your body. He's attentive, a quick learner. It only took about a week of sleeping together for him to know exactly how to unravel you. He’s a generous lover. You’ve never slept with him without orgasming at least once. You’ve never had to fake an orgasm either, which is a massive improvement from the past men you’ve been with. 

It's not lost on you that the way he treats you is kind of strange for a fuck-buddy...

...But damn if it isn’t hot when he gets down on his knees and mumbles a prayer of adoration into your stomach.

Once it’s his turn to receive it can go one of two ways:

He’ll either be gentle, caressing you like fine china as he rolls his hips into yours, making love to you slowly, reverently, using your moans as a guide on how to touch you. He’ll cum with you, holding your hand as you both tumble over the edge, then pull you into his chest as the two of you come down and prepare for round two, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

Or he’ll be rough and relentless. Pounding into you unforgivingly, tossing you into whatever position he pleases before fucking you hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall. He’s quite kinky, you’ve learned. When he’s in these moods he likes spitting in your mouth and pulling your hair, calling you filthy names as you cum for the third time.

You’ve learned a few new words in his language since you met him: faster, slower, slut, fuck, and I’m going to cum.

Not very practical for day to day use but still nice to know.

Once the two of you are spent, you’ll shower and he’ll pour you a glass of wine, then you'll sit on his small balcony in silence, looking out at the rooftops of the surrounding buildings. 

It’s…nice. Peaceful. It’s strange that you feel so intimate with him when the only real conversation you’ve ever had was a google translated text message about rent. 

But just like any good drama with a foreign fling, it can't last forever. 

As great as he is in bed, this country isn’t your home. You miss your family and friends and being able to ask for directions without feeling like an idiot. You’ll miss him—no doubt lie in bed sometimes and wonder what he’s doing, if he still thinks of you—but it’s better this way. You don’t belong here, you never have.

You’re sitting on his balcony basking in afterglow about three weeks before you’re set to leave when you drop the news. It’s better sooner rather than later, you decide. It’s not like you could irish-goodbye him, he is your landlord.

“Leaving…” his brow knits. He says it like the word tastes sour in his mouth.

“Yeah, in three weeks.” you smile, holding up three fingers for clarification.

He puts his cigarette out in the ashtray, shaking his head and mumbling something that you can’t understand. He looks…distressed. You hadn’t expected him to be thrilled by the news, but he looks like someone just punched him in the gut.

“Are you alri-”

“You aren’t leaving me.” he snaps, grabbing your wrist hard. Possessively, as if he’s nervous you might run away from him.

You're surprised by his hostility, but more so by the response he gave you. It was heavily accented and short, but it was grammatically correct English—something he’d never given any indication of knowing. 

“What are you-” 

You're cut off by a searing hot kiss. Ravenous and passionate, full of teeth and tongue—but not in the way they normally are. This one is… darker, like he’s trying to establish his dominance.

You squirm and try to push him off of you but he won’t let you go, fisting a hand in your hair to hold you in place as his mouth claims yours.

“Did we mean nothing?” he asks, backing you against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head, “We’ve been making love for months and you want to leave?”

“English…” your eyes tear up as he nips at your neck, “I thought you…”

“I’ve known it the whole time,” he lets out a small laugh of amusement. “They teach us English in school. We actually have good education here.” You cry, feeling his hot breath on your skin as he alternates between making out and nibbling at your neck, “I thought you'd think it was romantic, having a foreign lover.”

Each kiss steals your breath, makes you dizzy. He licks his lips, eying you hungrily, “I was going to pretend to learn english for you. I thought it would be a cute story to tell our children…”

Your eyes widen. Children? He wants to have kids-

Your thoughts are interrupted by him rising to his feet, hoisting you up with him and walking you to his bed. He tosses you on the mattress, climbing on top of you, hissing something quietly in his language that you don’t understand as he rocks his hard erection against your thigh.

“You aren’t leaving.” he growls, “I’ll handcuff you to this damn bed if I have to. There is nothing where you came from that you don’t have here”

You writhe as he kisses down your torso, bucking and squirming, trying to push him off of you. He tugs your hips down with a growl, sinking his fingers into the squishy flesh to keep you from moving. 

“P-please…” streams of tears roll down your cheeks as he tugs down your pants, “M-my home… My family.”

“This is your home now,” he growls, holding you down with one hand, fumbling with his pants with the other, taking out his hard penis.

He chuckles to himself in amusement and lines up with your hole, murmuring the next part in against your swollen lips as he pushes himself in.

“And I’m gonna make you a brand new family tonight.”

You once heard that foreign men are better lovers. 

Guess it depends on which one you run into.

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"What?" He is stunned. It's not that he doesn't like kids but to have all their excited eyes on him would give him quite the stage fright.

"Please Please Toji. I know you don't like this kinda stuff but gumi was so excited the other day to see santa."

"What's in it for me?"

"You want a bribe for dressing up to make your son happy?" Your arms fold against your chest and you look at him with a poker face.

"Of course. That little brat gets spoiled way too much by you. When's my turn?"

"Toji. It's either the santa costume or the shark costume and dancing on baby shark for an hour"

*GASP*

"Hope ya know Santa doesn't like you, sweetheart." He walks away after giving you a nasty look. You know he doesn't mean it. He is cute when he is all pouty.

The party felt like forever. You send Megumi off to Shiu's place with his son and his mom. They were gonna have a sleepover. Megumi was a raging introvert just like his father so him having a best friend was a big deal for you.

"So the dishes are done. The extra party hats are in the cupboard, the floor is clean and y—" You stop your moving feet and look at the view in front of you. "And Santa hasn't left yet."

"Well...I still have one bad girl on my list. Thought I'd take care of that." He steps closer. The heat emitting from his body already reaching to hug your skin.

"But I've been your good girl, haven't I?" your doe eyes flutter at him, your fingers curling his white faux beard.

"Nah sweetheart. You've been so bad. You've barely paid any attention to me all month. Don'tcha think ya should get punished for that?" His grainy voice grazes against your neck. You try so hard to come up with a quick witty answer to turn this into a wholesome conversation but that was down the drain the moment he put that thing on. You were never into the whole santa thing until now. All blame goes to the man underneath the costume.

"P-punished?" You clear you throat. "Like?" You wait for an answer but you don't get one. Well, at least not in words.

Toji picks you up bridal style and walks to the cozy mattress next to the christmas tree and the gifts.

"Gonna give you a full experience, doll."

Everytime you fuck, Toji's always the one to get undressed first. He is too impatient to feel you against him. But tonight, you're the only one getting undressed. Your dress pools on your stomach as calloused hands hike it up.

"Toj—"

"tsk tsk. address me properly, naughty girl."

"Santa! Need you inside me.

"Heh. Not so soon, darling. Gotta punish you first." In a split second, you're turned on your belly, face pushed against the pillow. Toji inhales a sharp breath watching your exposed ass. A quick spank is landed on your them, making your husband hard as your plump skin bounces.

"Look at'cha. Such a slut. getting all wet with just a spank? what you gon' do when santa fills up your hole, doll?"

*spank*

"Ah! Fuck. I am so sorry, Santa. I promise I'll be a good girl f'you" you mewl.

"Promise? ight. Let's test that." You hear him shuffle. His fingers unbuckle the comically large belt and tugging down the pants just enough to expose his throbbing cock. He pumps it a few times before slapping the precum covered tip on your butt cheeks, the slight wet feeling on your skin turning you on even more. Toji grabs a cushion and settles it between the floor and your stomach so your pussy is easily visible. It's shameful. You know you're so wet that it's traveling down your thigh and drenching the cushion.

You feel his cockhead rub against your slick, opening the folds.

"Shit. She's dripping, sweetheart. Don't even need to stretch ya tonight. You ready for Santa's cock?"

He doesn't even give you a chance to answer before he is slowly forcing it in your pussy. Emerald eyes not even blinking for a second out of fear of missing even a single frame of the way you swallow him.

"Fuuuuuck!" you cry out at the stretch.

"Attagirl. Took it all in once. Keep it up and I might take you off my bad list, baby."

He starts off a few gentle strokes to get you used to it all before he puts his arms on your back, pushing you further against the mattress as he starts pounding into you like an animal.

"Fuckfuckfuck fucking god! I love your pussy. You feel so fucking good. Ughhh"

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Santa, pl—please. You're so big."

"I know, baby. But—ugh—you're takin' me sooo well. Fuck! Yeah, baby c'mon. Grind that ass on my cock. Yeaaaah just like that fuck!"

"G-gunna cum, anh anh ffu—ngh," you cry and your tears are soaked by the pillows. In another second, you're coming undone on his cock, screaming his name.

"Good girl. Good. Fucking. Girl." Each word enunciated with a deep plunge in your shivering pussy.

"You've been such a good girl. Santa's gonna give you a gift." Toji picks up his pace again, rolling his hips faster, the faux beard chafing your shoulders as he is putting all his weight on you, all his instincts telling him to breed you.

"Gunna give my sweet doll the greatest gift. You better take it all. 'm gonna make sure your pussy does. goddaaaamn nghh—" A few more deep thrusts and soon he is losing his composure, cumming and painting your insides with his thick leak.

"You better return the gift in nine months doll." You're too fucked in your brain to even register what he said.

The next morning you're not even making eye contact with Toji, too embarrassed to accept you were turned on by something so innocent. Good thing Megumi comes by the door running, helping you avoid the situation for a little longer.

"Aww come here, my boy. Did you have fun at Uncle Shiu's?" He nods. His little arms coming to hug you.

"So what gift ya got brat?" Toji asks the little sea urchin.

"I got a pink tiger with a red color bow. He is the best. I named him Yuuji." You chuckle, wiping the drool from corner of his lips. "And we ate fortune cookies."

"ohh! what did your cookie say?"

"It said Santa will bring a little sister next year." Blood rushes to your cheeks, your face heating up at the little boy's innocent comment, sounding completely sinful after scenes from last night play in your head. You bite the insides of your cheek.