you hum, dragging your lips along his collarbone, letting him squirm beneath you. “you’re… really sensitive,” you murmur, voice low, brushing a hand down his stomach, feeling the small, restrained movements of him. his breath catches, a soft whine escaping, and you smile, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.

“xavier… look at me,” you whisper, tilting his chin up gently. his eyes meet yours, wide, flushed, full of something tender and needy. “i… i’m… trying,” he stammers. you hum, fingers curling into his hair, pulling him gently toward you, lips brushing against his. “good,” you murmur, letting your tongue tease the corner of his mouth, coaxing a soft moan from him.

he gasps softly, hands clutching at your waist, hips shifting instinctively as your body presses against his. you smile, grinding lightly, letting him feel your weight, the slow, teasing motion that makes him shiver and whimper softly. “d-don’t stop…” he murmurs, voice small, shaky, and your smile widens.

“i’m not stopping,” you whisper, lips tracing along his jaw, nipping lightly at his earlobe. his hands move higher, brushing along your back, tentative but seeking, wanting. “please… please don’t stop…” he murmurs, words breaking into soft whimpers. you hum, pressing a kiss to the hollow of his neck, hand sliding down slightly to grip his hip.

his body trembles beneath you, warm and taut, shivering as you tease him, brush, kiss. “you’re… so good at this,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed. “so good at making me… feel…” his words falter, breath hitching as he shifts, pressing closer, desperate.

you smile softly, lips brushing his jaw, letting him feel every inch of you, every teasing motion. “am i doing good xaiver?” you murmur, grinding slightly, hands gentle but firm on his torso. his hands grip your sides, pulling you closer, and he shivers, letting a soft, helpless sound escape.

“mm… yes…” he whispers, voice trembling, and your lips brush his temple, murmuring soft encouragements. “that’s it… just like that… feel good?” he hums, tilting his head, brushing his lips against yours briefly, letting you guide him, tease him, make him melt in your arms.

his hips press instinctively against yours, little shudders running through him as your fingers trail along his chest, down to his stomach, teasing the sensitive skin just above his waistband. his hands clutch your sides tighter, nails grazing lightly, and he leans into you, breath hitching softly. “you… you make me feel… everything,” he murmurs, voice trembling, eyes half-lidded and glimmering.

you hum, brushing your lips along his jaw, letting your hands explore slowly, deliberately, testing the boundaries of his comfort while coaxing him further. “you love it, don’t you?” you murmur, grinding slightly, pressing him gently into the couch. he swallows hard, cheeks flushed, and nods. “i… i do… i… can’t… couldn't thinking about it…” he stammers, voice breaking into a soft whine.

you smile, lowering your lips to his collarbone, dragging gentle, teasing kisses along his skin. his back arches slightly, shivering, lips parting, eyes fluttering shut. “xavier…” you whisper, fingers tracing the line of his hipbone, “look at me… just… feel this.” he obeys, tilting his head, eyes meeting yours, full of trust, need, and something tender that makes your chest ache.

you slide your hands under the waistband of his pants, teasing lightly at the edge, brushing over him, eliciting a startled, breathy sound. “y-you… you can’t… i—i—” he stammers, cheeks burning, hands clutching your waist as if anchoring himself. you hum softly, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “shh—it’s okay… just feel… just let go,”

his hips jerk slightly, pressing into your touch, little moans escaping, shy and breathy, every exhale trembling. “mm—don’t stop… please—” he whispers, voice small, weak, and you smile, grinding gently, letting him feel every little motion, teasing him further. his hands roam lightly over your back, tentative, but seeking, wanting, trusting.

you trace soft circles over him, feeling him tense beneath your touch, shivering at every stroke. “that’s it… just like that… good boy,” you murmur, lips brushing his jaw, dragging down to his neck. he gasps, trembling, hands tightening on your sides, eyes fluttering shut. “i—i— can’t…” he stammers, and you hum, pressing kisses along the hollow of his throat, fingers wrapping firmly but gently around him.

his body shudders violently as he catches his first release, shyness breaking into a soft, needy whine. “mm—oh… god—i—” he chokes out, hips pressing against your hand, shivering, face flushed. you press against him, murmuring soft praises, letting him ride the wave of sensation, hands brushing your sides, holding on as though letting go would break him.

you trail your lips down his chest, whispering against his skin, teasing gently, coaxing him further. “so good… feeling you like this… so responsive…” he hums softly, tilting his head, letting you explore, letting your fingers slide along him, feeling his warmth, hearing the soft whimpers and gasps.

his second climax comes quicker, little spasms wracking him as he leans fully into your lap, eyes fluttering shut, lips parting, letting soft moans escape freely. “i— i—can’t stop… please…” he whispers, shyness mingling with desire, voice small, vulnerable, trusting. you hum, pressing soft kisses along his jaw, over his collarbone, murmuring encouragements as he trembles in your arms.

you tease him gently with your mouth and fingers, pulling him just slightly away before letting him thrust against you again, catching him off-guard, making him shiver and whine softly. “good—yes… just like that—feel so good for me, xavier…” you whisper, grinding slowly, letting him feel every sensation, every shiver, every tremor that runs through him.

by the third time, he’s overwhelmed, shaking, shyness mixing with need, the soft, messy heat pooling between you both. he gasps, voice breaking, trembling fully, hands clutching your sides as he cums into your touch, shivering and whimpering softly. “mm—i… oh—ahh…” he murmurs, face buried in your neck, body shaking, and you hum, pressing soft kisses to his temple, arms wrapping around him, steadying him.

you hold him through the aftermath, whispering soft reassurances, letting him feel safe, letting the warmth linger. “that’s it… breathe… it’s okay— you did so well,” you murmur, fingers brushing through his hair, lips against his temple, chest pressed to his. he hums softly, shyness still lingering but replaced with contentment, leaning fully into you, trembling in your embrace.

minutes pass in quiet intimacy, soft whispers, gentle strokes, little kisses along jaw and neck, until he finally lifts his head, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes glimmering. “i—i’ve never… felt… like this before—” he whispers, voice small, tender. “you… you make everything—so—overwhelming… but… good”

you smile, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, letting your hands linger on his waist. “that’s exactly what i wanted,” you whisper, pulling him close, letting him rest against you. “just… let me take care of you… okay?” he nods, hands curling around your back, still trembling, still flushed, but completely content to be held, completely vulnerable, completely safe in your arms.

“you’re so good for me. so perfect. look at you, moaning for me like a pretty boy, giving me everything i want. every time i take you like this, you lose yourself. you love how i use you, how i ride you until you can’t think straight.”

he was trembling violently now, tears brimming in his eyes as your pace picked up. the sound of your bodies meeting filled the room—wet, messy, obscene. his cock twitched wildly inside you, already close even though he’d just cum minutes ago.

“g-god, it’s too much, i’m gonna—i can’t—” he sobbed as he came again, cock spilling deep inside you, thick ropes of cum filling you so much that it spilled down his cock and onto the sheets.

you didn’t stop. you kept grinding, fucking him through every spasm, milking him dry. he was wrecked beneath you, hands clawing weakly at your thighs, his face twisted in blissful agony.

“that’s it, baby. look at you—so gorgeous when you break for me. cum all you want, fill me up as many times as you can. i’ll take every drop, i promise.”

his body went limp, but his cock stayed hard inside you, twitching, begging for more.

you slid off him gently, straddling his waist as you wrapped your slick fist around his cock. he whimpered at the first touch, his entire body jolting as if the overstimulation was too much to bear.

“no, no, please, i c-can’t—ohh fuck, it’s—”

“shhh,” you soothed, kissing his damp forehead as you stroked him slowly, deliberately. “you can. you’ll cum for me again, won’t you? my perfect boy always gives me more.”

your grip twisted at the head, smearing his own cum and your slick together, your thumb pressing against the sensitive slit until he cried out, bucking helplessly into your hand.

“look at you—so beautiful, cock so hard for me even after everything. do you know how perfect you are? how much i adore this?”

his thighs shook, his breathing ragged, every muscle trembling beneath your touch. he tried to turn his face away, too overwhelmed, but you caught his jaw, making him look at you.

“eyes on me, angel. i want to see you when you break again. i want you to know who’s ruining you.” his moans were desperate now, high and broken, his cock twitching violently in your fist. you stroked him faster, your voice dripping with praise.

“p-please, i can’t, it’s too—ahhh, f-fuck, too much!” he cried out.

“that’s it. give it to me. show me how much you love being mine. look at how beautiful you are when you cum—my sweet boy, my enjoyment, my everything.”

with a strangled cry, he broke again, hot cum spilling over your fist, streaking across his stomach, dripping down his sides. his whole body arched as if struck, every nerve alight, before he collapsed back onto the sheets, utterly spent.

you slowed your hand, milking the last drops from him before finally releasing him. he lay there, trembling, chest heaving, eyes glassy with exhaustion and bliss.

you leaned down, kissing him softly. “three times,” you whispered against his lips. “you did so good for me, xavier. so, so good. i could ruin you forever and you’d still be perfect.”

and from the way his cock twitched weakly against your thigh, you knew he’d let you.

✎ 𝒄aleb 𓂃 ♡︎ he tilts his head at you, grin stretching wide, all pearl teeth and wicked amusement. “baby, you’re killing me.” his voice is a low rumble, and then he’s hauling you against his chest like you weigh nothing, hands immediately cupping your tits. the squeeze is firm, shameless, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples in slow, lazy circles that make your knees buckle. “don’t need excuses for me to play with these,” he rasps, mouth dragging along your temple, “but if you want me to be thorough—guess we’ll call it science.” you moan, arching into his touch, and he laughs, deep and rough, squeezing harder until you gasp his name. “fuck yeah, that’s it. everyday, everyweek— you'll have them on you. hell, i’ll put in overtime. just say the word.”

his hand trails down your side, fingers catching at every curve, every dip. he pauses at your hip, thumb stroking lazily, then dips lower—skimming over the top of your thigh, dangerously close to where you ache. you jerk, hips twitching, but he only chuckles, the sound dark, vibrating against your chest.

“mm. you're gorgeous.” his lips brush across your stomach, his voice low, mocking in a way that makes heat pool even worse. “does my touch ignite your body this much?”

he pushes your thighs apart, settling between them, but instead of giving you what you’re silently begging for, he bends down and presses a kiss just above the spot you want him most. his tongue flicks out, slow and deliberate, but he never touches where you’re dripping. you gasp, fingers tangling in his hair, but he captures your wrists again, pinning them back against the futon with that unshakable grip.

he pulls off with a wet sound, lips red, spit glistening. “look at you,” he whispers hoarsely. “you don’t even realize how beautiful you are, do you? how much i’d destroy just to keep this body, this skin, untouched by anyone but me.”

"obi, p—please.." you beg the serpent slithering upon your body, your hand trembling as his lips magnetized to your skin once again. he knew what you needed, but he wants to spare this moment— to indulge in every centimeter he sees from your body.

“no,” he says, stern but soft, his mismatched eyes flashing up at you. “i decide when you get what you want. until then, you’ll take what i give you.”

and what he gives you is maddening—his mouth trailing everywhere but where you need it. he kisses the inside of your thigh, the hollow of your knee, even the sensitive skin near your hip bone. every press is slow, reverent, his breath hot and steady.

“i could worship you like this for hours,” he admits, words spilling like confession. “watching you squirm, hearing you beg, knowing i’m the only one who’ll ever see you undone like this. i’d carve this into memory forever.”

your whines break into little sobs of frustration, and that makes him grin—wolfish, satisfied. he leans closer, lips brushing just beside your folds, his breath searing against you. “look at you… trembling, already so wet. i haven’t even given you a fraction of what you deserve.”

he finally releases your wrists, letting his hands spread over your thighs instead, thumbs digging into soft flesh. his mouth hovers, so close you swear you can feel his lips brushing you. “so soft…” kiss. “so warm…” kiss. “everywhere i touch…” kiss. “it’s like you’re burning me alive.”

“do something for me, sweetheart,” he demands quietly, his voice more commanding than ever, his gaze locking on yours. “say you want me to worship you. every inch. every mark. every breath you take.”

your answer comes out choked, desperate. the sound makes him shudder.

obanai leans down again, a wicked smile curving his mouth. “good. then let me ruin you with nothing but my lips.”

and with that, his mouth finally claims you—slow, deliberate, and absolutely consuming. every movement of his tongue is drawn out, every kiss pressed like he’s memorizing your taste, every sound you make pulled from you on purpose. he hums against you, the vibrations sparking heat all the way through your spine.

between every lap, every suck, he keeps talking, words muffled but clear:

“so sweet…” kiss. “so perfect…” lick. “you’ll remember this every time you see your art of a body.” another kiss, wetter, filthier. “you’ll remember it was me who made you fall apart with just my mouth.”

he doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up, until your back arches, your thighs tremble, and you’re gasping his name like it’s the only word you know.

his free hand moved to your uniform, fingers curling into the fabric over your chest. the tear was sharp, merciless—the sound of cloth splitting open echoed loud in the empty shrine. he didn’t bother with precision; he didn’t need to. your haori ripped down the middle, falling open to expose the skin beneath. his hand slid inside, palm rough and hot against your bare stomach, pushing higher until he gripped your breast hard enough to make you gasp.

“too fragile,” he drawled, thumb brushing over your nipple as if testing, then pinching cruelly, making your back arch against the altar. “i could crush you with one hand… but no. i’d rather break you in other ways.”

your legs kicked, trying to push him off, but he seized both thighs at once, fingers digging into flesh. in one brutal motion, he forced them apart, spreading you wide over his lap as he dragged you closer. the wooden altar dug into your back, sharp and unyielding, as he shoved your legs up until your knees nearly pressed to your chest.

“stay still,” he growled, pressing his weight forward to pin you. his hand slid down, tugging at the waist of your trousers. another rip—fabric splitting as easily as paper—and he yanked them off, leaving your lower half exposed to the cold air and his heated gaze.

you opened your mouth to curse him, but the words broke into a cry when he shoved two thick fingers between your folds, spreading you open with obscene ease. the intrusion was rough, fast, forcing your body to react before your mind could catch up. slick coated his fingers almost instantly, and his grin widened, sharp and cruel. “already wet? pathetic little slayer—your body betrays you.”

he withdrew just long enough to shove his own trousers down, his cock heavy and flushed, the sight alone making your stomach twist. then he lined himself up, the blunt head pressing against your entrance. the resistance was sharp, the stretch nearly unbearable—but he didn’t pause, didn’t give you time to adjust. with one brutal thrust, he slammed inside, burying himself to the hilt.

you choked on the breath that ripped from your lungs, body bowing off the altar as the stretch burned through you, walls clenching desperately around the intrusion. his grip on your thighs tightened, forcing them wider, locking you in place as he pulled back and slammed into you again, harder, deeper, the sound of your body taking him echoing through the ruined shrine.

“fuck,” akaza groaned, head tipping back, tattoos glowing faintly in the moonlight. “so tight. even your cunt’s trying to fight me.” his hips snapped forward with punishing force, each thrust rocking the altar beneath you. “but you can’t win this fight either, can you?”

your cries tumbled out broken, sobs and whimpers spilling into the cold night air as his pace grew merciless. he leaned down, his mouth hot against your jaw, teeth grazing before sinking in—not enough to pierce, but enough to make you jolt. “you’re trembling,” he muttered against your skin, voice dark, taunting. “your body loves this. every squeeze, every twitch—you were made to be ruined like this.”

each thrust forced slick down your thighs, dripping onto the altar, pooling beneath you. your nails clawed helplessly at the wood, leaving shallow grooves as heat coiled low in your belly, unbearable and blinding.

“don’t hold back,” akaza snarled, hips snapping into you faster, deeper. “cum for me—show me how weak you are.”

and when it broke, it was violent, tearing the breath from your lungs as you convulsed around him, tears streaking down your cheeks. your orgasm hit hard, walls spasming, dragging a guttural groan from his chest. he pounded through it, chasing his own high, until his hips stuttered and his cock spilled hot ropes of cum deep inside you, filling you until it leaked messily around his length.

you slumped against the altar, trembling, throat raw from sobs. akaza stayed pressed to you, cock still buried deep, his grin cruel and satisfied. his thumb brushed a tear from your cheek almost mockingly. “fragile little thing,” he murmured, voice rough, “and yet you take me perfectly.”

then his hips shifted again, his cock twitching back to life inside your overstimulated cunt. his grin widened, sharp as a blade. “we’re not done. i’ll break you over and over—until you forget what it means to stand against me.”

✎ 𝒅ōma 𓂃 ♡︎ the lotus temple was quiet. too quiet.

by day it seemed serene—bright lanterns swaying, golden statues smiling benignly, prayers murmured into incense smoke. but by night, when shadows pooled in the corners and the air grew still, it became something else. the painted faces of the bodhisattvas warped in the dark, their smiles eerie and knowing, their hands reaching endlessly in frozen blessing. you should have turned back the second you crossed the threshold, but you didn’t. curiosity or duty carried you inside.

and that was when you heard it—the laughter. light, airy, musical, but wrong. it didn’t echo properly. it slid through the dark like oil, clinging to your skin, chilling you to the bone.

“ooh… a guest.”

your stomach dropped. he hadn’t stepped from anywhere—you simply blinked, and he was there. dōma, upper moon two, sat casually at the base of a massive statue, lotus-shaped war fan twirling lazily between his fingers. his eyes—bright, gleaming with too much light to be human—fixed on you with a delight that felt like claws dragging over glass.

“how lucky am i?” he said with that too-cheerful lilt, tilting his head as if truly considering it. “the night was starting to feel so lonely, and here you come stumbling in. a pretty little slayer, all alone. ahh, i feel blessed.”

your blade was already out, shaking slightly despite your grip. you lunged—fast, precise, desperate. but before the tip could even graze him, his fan clattered to the floor and his hand shot out, clamping around your throat with effortless strength.

“tsk, tsk,” he sang, voice bubbling with laughter as he lifted you effortlessly off the floor, legs kicking. “so aggressive! but you’re trembling… do you really think you can hurt me?”

you clawed at his wrist, the pressure at your throat making spots dance in your vision. he smiled wider at your struggling, as though each desperate kick was entertainment. then, with a casual swing of his arm, he slammed you down against the polished temple floor. the breath flew out of your lungs, chest heaving uselessly as your sword skittered out of reach.

“much better,” dōma hummed, kneeling over you, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand as if they were weightless. “look at you… all pinned down like a little insect. don’t worry, i’ll take good care of you. i always take care of my guests.”

his free hand slid over your chest, fingertips featherlight, deceptively tender. then, with a sudden vicious tug, he gripped your uniform and ripped it open down the middle. fabric tore under his claws like paper, exposing the soft skin beneath. his eyes glittered as he leaned down, tongue darting out to lap across your collarbone with mocking reverence.

“mmm… delicious,” he purred, teeth grazing. “so warm. so human. you make the cutest noises when you squirm, did you know that?”

you tried to jerk your wrists free, tried to shove him off with your knees, but his grip was unyielding. he only laughed at your struggles, as if they delighted him. “oh, don’t pout. it’s fun when you fight. but you’ll learn—” his hand slid lower, cupping you between your thighs through the fabric of your trousers, squeezing with enough pressure to make you gasp, “—you’ll always lose.”

he didn’t wait. another sharp tug tore your trousers at the seam, leaving you half-bared under him. his fingers trailed along the edge of your underwear before hooking in and yanking those away too, discarding them in a careless flick.

“ahh, now that’s better,” dōma cooed, eyes darkening with something hungrier as he spread your legs apart with his knees, forcing you open under him. “so pretty like this. like a flower, just for me.”

you hissed through your teeth, shame and fury burning hot, but it only made his grin widen. he shifted down, one hand pinning your wrists still, the other spreading you with merciless ease. when his fingers pressed inside, the intrusion was sudden and unrelenting—two sinking deep without warning, curling against sensitive walls that made your body betray you with a sharp, unwilling moan.

“ohhh, listen to that,” he crooned, pumping his fingers at a punishing pace, each thrust stretching you open further. “music to my ears. mm, you’re squeezing me so tight already. how adorable.”

slick coated his fingers quickly, dripping messily onto the floor. he withdrew them just to lick them clean, humming with obscene delight at the taste. “sweet, sweet, sweet. just as i thought.”

then he freed himself—trousers undone with a lazy tug, his cock heavy and flushed, obscene in the dim temple light. he aligned himself with your entrance, teasing the head against your folds, smearing slick across your swollen skin.

“you ready?” he asked in a sing-song voice, mocking because he had no intention of waiting. “of course you’re not. but that’s the fun part.”

he slammed into you in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. your body arched violently off the floor, a cry tearing from your throat as the sudden stretch burned through you, hot and unbearable.

“nnnh—” dōma groaned, eyes fluttering, his smile turning near feral. “ohhh… that’s perfect. you’re so tight. oh, you poor thing, you’re shaking already. don’t worry, i’ll break you in gently.”

he didn’t mean gently. his hips began to snap forward in quick, merciless thrusts, his cock driving deep again and again until the wet, lewd sounds of your bodies echoed through the temple. every movement shoved you harder into the cold floor, wrists aching under his grip, legs spread wide by his weight.

“so loud,” he teased, laughing between groans. “every moan, every cry—ah, i could eat you up.” his lips pressed to your jaw, sucking a bruise there before nipping cruelly. “and maybe i will. but not before i’ve ruined this sweet little body.”

your climax built sharp, unbearable, heat curling in your belly as each thrust hit deeper, harder, stealing every breath from your lungs.

“that’s it,” dōma sang, his pace quickening, hips slamming into you so hard it hurt. “break for me, my good girl. cum for me—i want to feel you drown on my cock.”

when it hit, it was devastating, your walls clenching violently around him, squeezing him so tight he groaned loud, head tipping back. he fucked you through it, riding your trembling spasms until his thrusts grew sloppy and he spilled inside you, filling you so deep the warmth leaked back out around him.

he slumped over you briefly, panting, then licked the tears off your cheeks with a bright, delighted hum. “mmm. salty. sweet. perfect.” his grin curved cruel and charming at once. “see? i told you i’d take care of you. aren’t you glad you wandered in?”

his cock twitched still buried inside, his smile widening like a blade. “and don’t pout, little flower. we’ve got all night.”