Hiya

the first four are all by the same guy!!! v v good!

-> you’re in a forest and a bunch of werewolves find you but the alpha wants you alive, you end up becoming his mate and this one is fucking GOOD! almost an hour as well

-> sequel to above, you find your new alpha mate in his rut and insist you can handle it, and um. honestly guys. this one is my favourite. the cunnilingus 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 the growling 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 the knotting 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 the possessiveness 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 and my personal favourite, lots of “where are you going? you told me you could handle it, get back here” and tugging you back-

-> being in a shipwreck and getting rescued by some sort of yandere tentacle monster, lots of buildup and then showing those tentacles exactly what he’s been missing with human women…

-> in an attempt to control your vampire bf’s urges, you chain him up and have a go at controlling his more…base instincts hehehehehe

-> a squid boy loves collecting treasure but you convince him you’re an even greater treasure than the jewels he hoarded and he becomes obsessed with your pussy, the most valuable treasure of all 🤌🏻

-> your roommate tells you to lock the door bcus it’s the full moon and he can get a little…raucous, but you’re curious and happen to leave your bedroom door unlocked! of course!

-okay so those were the new finds, these ones are just ones I’ve been listening to for a while and realised I hadn’t shared with my fellow monsterfuckers lol

-> you interview a minotaur for some…adult film work (it’s a casting couch) and he showcases his talents. honestly. all I will say. all you need to hear. the sound effects. the hoof sound effects.

-> you run an inn that caters to all sort of mythical types, and one day an old acquaintance comes knocking (some sort of orc/Goliath…big man type) and your relationship progesses

-> a little different but you’re a vampire sort of like. noble woman? idk you’re rich and hot and powerful and your butler is in fuckin love with you, he’s desperate to please and serve you soooo

-> I haven’t listened to this in a while but it’s in my notes app so I must have liked it, basically u summon a demon accidentally I think but uh. he’s not. why not take advantage of the situation?

-> your friends are out for Halloween but you stay back alone-except it turns out you’re not quite alone bcus the veil is thin on Halloween and the cute ghost who haunts your apartment has an thing for you….

anyway, hope everyone eighteen and above enjoys these!

@werecreature-addicted I still don’t know which acc u follow me on so I have no idea who I’m mutuals with but I think u would like this list

@paranoid-borderline-insane I tag u in everything I do and also u have notifs on but hello anyway!

@slutsoutgutsout idk I just think u would like this

@nanamis-bunny hello I just think you’d like these tooooo

you couldn’t stop giggling, your face buried into his chest as his hips snapped into yours under the thin throw blanket that did absolutely nothing to disguise what you two were doing. every time the headboard of the daybed creaked, your nails dug into his arm in panic, both of you stifling laughter because it was so absurd—thirty-one years old, supposed to be the golden child son, fucking his needy college girl outside in a thunderstorm where anyone could walk out for a glass of water and catch you both.

gojo had you spread open across his lap, thighs trembling as the rain sprayed cold against your ankles and calves, your whole body hot and wet and messy where his cock was buried inside you. he held you tight with one arm around your waist, the other covering your mouth whenever your whines pitched too high, smirking with that stupid smug face like he was proud of how impossible it was for you to stay quiet.

“shhh, baby,” he whispered against your ear, his lips brushing hot and damp over your skin as thunder rolled far away, “you’re so fuckin’ loud. you want mommy and daddy to come out here and see me ruining their sweet future daughter-in-law, huh? you wanna meet them like this?” his laugh was low and filthy, fingers squeezing your jaw so you’d nod even when you were shaking your head.

you slapped weakly at his chest, whispering back, “shut up, oh my god, you’re so—so stupid,” but your voice cracked into a breathy whine when he rolled his hips up harder, forcing your body to bounce against him, slick noises masked half by the pounding rain.

his teeth grazed your ear, biting just enough to make your stomach twist, his words rushing out fast, unhinged and obscene, “nah, baby, i’m a genius, i got you sittin’ on my cock outside my parents’ house in the middle of a storm, you’re takin’ me like a fuckin’ champ, so greedy for me you’d let me fuck you on the damn dining table if i said please—shit, you love this, don’t you?”

your hands clung to his shoulders, nails leaving pink crescents through his shirt, your whispered voice shaky, “you’re gonna get us caught, satoru, oh my god, they’re right inside,” and then you muffled a squeak against his throat because he bucked his hips suddenly, the blanket slipping so your bare ass met the damp air.

he chuckled, wild and boyish, biting his lip as he looked down at where your bodies met, his voice messy with laughter and lust all tangled together, “caught? baby, if they come out here, you think i’ll stop? nah, i’ll wave at ‘em, keep you cockdrunk right in front of ‘em, make sure they know their son’s dick keeps their little girl fed better than any dinner could—fuck, you’re clenching so hard at that.”

you smacked a hand over his mouth to shut him up, both of you snorting into each other’s skin, the absurdity of whispering about being caught while your body was rocking in his lap, the wet slap of your pussy every time he bottomed out echoing louder than your giggles. your cheeks hurt from trying to hold back laughter, but your cunt was fluttering around him, desperate, needy, soaking him so much that the blanket was sticking to both your thighs.

he licked at your palm, eyes gleaming mischief, then pulled your hand away to kiss your fingertips before sucking one into his mouth, muffling his own laugh before he whispered again, fast and filthy, “can’t believe you’re twenty-one and still act like such a baby for me—look at you, hiding your face in my chest like that, fuck, i love it. makes me wanna keep you here forever, keep you drooling on my cock like the spoiled little brat you are.”

you whined against him, biting his shoulder to stay quiet, but he just bucked his hips again, making the daybed creak loud enough that you both froze, wide-eyed, giggling hysterically in silence, waiting for footsteps. nothing came but another crash of thunder, so you slapped at his chest, whispering between laughs, “you’re gonna break the bed and then they’ll know, idiot.”

gojo’s grin was unhinged, teeth flashing in the dark, his forehead pressed to yours, whispering against your lips, “let ‘em know. maybe they’ll be proud their son finally put a ring on it—wait, didn’t yet, but i sure as hell put a cock in it, huh?”

you burst into muffled laughter, covering your mouth against his neck, shaking your head as tears pricked your eyes from trying not to cackle. he groaned like your laughter turned him on even more, like the stupidity of it all only made him harder inside you.

his hand slid down to your ass, squeezing tight, pulling you up and down his cock as he whispered fast, messy, “yeah, that’s it, ride me, baby, show me how desperate you are, fuck, you’re so wet it’s dripping down my balls, so needy you’d take me anywhere, anytime, wouldn’t you? don’t even care where, as long as it’s me. my pretty little college slut, fuckin’ herself dumb on my lap while my parents are ten feet away, jesus christ, i love you.”

the words were so raw, so unhinged and real that your giggles turned into whimpers, your arms winding around his neck, clinging tight as you whispered back, “i love you, i love you so much, satoru, please don’t stop, please, i need it.”

he groaned like the words split him open, like he could barely handle how much he adored you, hips slamming up into yours harder, reckless, your whole body bouncing in his lap, your wetness splashing against his thighs. the rain was heavier now, the air damp and cold around the edges of your heat, thunder cracking overhead, but all you could think about was the way he looked at you—eyes wild, grin stupid, love written all over his face even as he whispered the filthiest things into your ear.

“fuck, baby, i’m gonna cum inside you right here, knock you up at my parents’ house, you want that? you want me to fuck a baby into you under their roof, yeah you do, you’re squeezin’ me so tight just from hearin’ it, jesus, you’re sick—my sick, perfect girl,” he babbled, head falling back against the cushions as you whimpered into his neck.

your thighs shook, nails digging into his shoulders as you came around him, muffling your cries with your own hand, trembling all over as your pussy fluttered desperately on his cock. he groaned, laughing through it because he couldn’t help himself, even as his thrusts got sloppy, “god, you’re so fuckin’ cute when you’re tryin’ to be quiet, makin’ that little face—fuck—fuck, i’m gonna—”

he buried himself deep, cock throbbing as he spilled inside you, biting down on your shoulder to keep from shouting, his laugh muffled against your skin even as his hips jerked through the aftershocks. both of you collapsed into each other, still giggling breathlessly like idiots, blanket twisted and useless around your sweaty bodies, the rain pelting down harder, the thunder masking the filthy mess you’d made.

you were shaking, clutching at him, whispering through little hiccupped laughs, “you’re insane. you’re actually insane, i can’t believe we just—”

he kissed your wet hair, still laughing, voice hushed but so stupidly affectionate it made your chest ache, “yeah, but you love me for it. and you’ll let me do it again tomorrow, huh, baby?”

your answering laugh was muffled against his chest, soft and giddy and wrecked, both of you too tangled up in each other, too gone to care about anything but the fact that you were his, and he was yours, and you were both so fucking stupid together.

GETO SUGURU

the rain was so heavy it looked like sheets of glass falling from the sky, hammering against the marble terrace that stretched out behind his parents’ estate. everything about the house screamed old money—columns, trimmed hedges, an endless pool that seemed to vanish into the dark storm—but you and suguru weren’t inside with the warmth and polished chandeliers. you were beneath the covered cabana at the far edge of the garden, hidden halfway behind drapes that swayed with the storm wind, sprawled across the cushioned chaise while his body pressed yours into the upholstery, his cock buried deep and steady inside you.

there was no giggling with him. no sloppy, stupid laughter. suguru fucked like a man who liked to control the atmosphere, who liked to make the world outside bend to whatever rhythm he set, and even the storm seemed quieter compared to the way his hips ground into you, the rain nothing but background to the sharp drag of his cock through your soaked cunt.

your legs were hooked around his waist, knees pressed against his ribs as he leaned down close enough that his loose hair fell around your face, strands clinging to your damp cheeks. his whisper was a dark drawl, deliberate, too close to your mouth, “don’t you dare make a sound, baby. you’ll get us caught, and i won’t stop even if they find us. you understand?”

you nodded desperately, fingers curling into the thick fabric of the cushions, your breath catching in your throat. his hand came up to grab your jaw, forcing your face toward him, and he whispered again, slower, filthier, “use your words. you know better than to nod when my cock’s inside you.”

your whisper cracked, shaking with need, “y-yes, i understand.”

he rewarded you with a slow, brutal thrust that made your eyes roll back, the damp slap of his hips against your thighs almost lost in the rain. he kissed your jaw, soft and warm, contradicting the roughness of his movements, and murmured against your skin, “good girl. my perfect little student. sneaking around like this, letting me fuck you in my parents’ garden while they drink brandy inside.”

the chaise shifted beneath you as his pace deepened, measured, each stroke filling you so completely that your whole body twitched under the weight of it. there was no playful banter—just the heavy press of him, the quiet praise threaded through obscenity, the absolute command in every motion.

you tried to whisper his name, tried to beg, but his hand clamped over your mouth instantly, his eyes narrowing as his cock drove into you harder, “quiet. you’ll speak when i let you.”

the power in his voice made you tremble, made your walls tighten around him until his lips curved into a slow smile. he leaned down, forehead brushing yours, his voice low and amused, “pathetic little thing, aren’t you? dripping all over me just because i tell you to shut that pretty mouth. you love it. you’d let me use you out here in the open until you can’t walk, wouldn’t you?”

your muffled whimper against his palm was answer enough, your hips arching up into him, greedy for more, needing more.

suguru’s hand slid from your mouth to your throat, thumb pressing lightly against your pulse, not choking, just reminding you who you belonged to, how delicate you were under his hold. his whisper was warm, wicked, “this is mine. every little beat, every little gasp—it all belongs to me.”

the storm cracked overhead, lightning flashing blue across the terrace, shadows splitting across his face as his thrusts grew faster. the wet slap of your bodies meeting was sharp now, obscene, masked barely by the rain hammering against the stone. he didn’t laugh when the chaise creaked too loud; he smirked like he wanted you to realize the risk, like he thrived on the possibility of being found.

“imagine if they walk out here,” he murmured, his voice so calm it made your stomach clench, “imagine them seeing their son balls-deep in a pretty little college girl, making her choke on her cries. you think they’d pull me off you? or would they stand there and watch while i fuck you through it, let me show them what kind of slut you are?”

you shook your head, half-panicked, half-burning up from his words, your nails scratching down his back hard enough to sting. he groaned low in his throat, fucking you harder, the chaise squealing across the tiles from the force of it.

his lips caught your ear, whispering fast, relentless filth, “you’d like it. you’d love it, baby. you want them to know i’m the one who ruins you, the one who keeps you so full you can’t think straight. fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight right now, i know you love it.”

your whisper finally broke free, breathless against his shoulder, “please, suguru, please don’t stop—”

his hand tightened on your throat, not harsh, but firm enough to shut you up, his hips driving down harder until your back arched off the cushions, your legs shaking around him. his whisper was almost tender despite the filth, “i told you not to speak without permission. you want to beg? beg in your head, little girl. keep that mouth shut for me.”

the restraint made your whole body burn, every thrust winding you tighter, your walls clenching so hard around him that wet slick dripped down to stain the chaise beneath you. your eyes squeezed shut, body trembling, but suguru leaned down and kissed your lips soft, coaxing, whispering against your mouth, “cum for me, baby. make a mess on my cock. now.”

the command tore through you, your body shattering instantly, clenching and spasming around him as your orgasm hit so hard it blurred the edges of your vision. your thighs trembled violently, your back arched helplessly as you bit down on his shoulder to smother the sound that threatened to escape.

he groaned, fucking you through it, his voice finally losing some of that smooth calm as he whispered fast, rough, “that’s it, that’s my girl, milking my cock so good, so desperate for me. look at you, soaking me, soaking the fucking cushions—jesus christ, you’re perfect.”

he didn’t let up, not even as you shook and gasped beneath him, fucking you harder, chasing his own release. his voice was a snarl now, low and hot against your neck, “gonna fill you up right here, pump you full ‘til it leaks down your thighs, let you waddle back inside my parents’ house dripping with my cum. you want that, don’t you? want me to ruin you under their roof?”

you could only whimper against him, too wrecked to form words, but the way your cunt clenched around him gave him all the answer he needed.

he buried himself to the hilt with a sharp groan, cock twitching as he spilled deep inside you, his breath hot and harsh against your ear. his thrusts slowed to shallow rolls, fucking his cum deeper into you, unwilling to pull out, unwilling to leave you empty.

the storm raged on outside, thunder rolling, rain battering the terrace, but all you could feel was the weight of him pressing you down, his cock softening inside you, the mess of both your bodies soaking into the cushions.

suguru kissed your temple, his voice soft again, slow, like he’d switched seamlessly back to tenderness, “such a good girl for me. so quiet, so obedient. you make me proud.”

your body melted under the praise, exhausted, trembling, clinging to him as if you couldn’t let go.

he chuckled low, brushing damp hair from your face, and whispered against your lips, “stay here with me a little longer. let the storm cover us. they’ll never know.”

his hand cupped your cheek, his eyes steady and dark even in the flicker of lightning, and all you could do was nod weakly, still filled, still stretched, still his, the world drowned out by the storm and the weight of his love pressed deep inside you.

NANAMI KENTO

the rain was relentless, a steady, drumming curtain that turned the manicured gardens into a blur of dripping leaves and shining stone. nanami’s parents’ house wasn’t like the gleaming glass monstrosities some families favored—it was old, restrained, all heavy wood and muted wealth, filled with polished silence. inside, the dinner was still going on, voices low and civil around fine crystal and porcelain. but you weren’t at the table. you were in his study, a room that smelled of leather and ink, lined wall to wall with books that probably hadn’t been touched in years. the tall windows rattled with the storm outside, rain streaking the glass in crooked rivers, and the only light was from a single desk lamp throwing a warm circle across the dark wood.

he had you bent over his father’s desk, your chest pressed against neat stacks of paper, palms flat against polished oak. your skirt was pushed up over your hips, panties shoved aside, and nanami’s cock was driving into you from behind in deep, measured strokes that made your entire body jolt forward with each thrust.

his hands weren’t careless; one rested heavy at your lower back, keeping you pinned, the other firm around your hip, fingers digging into soft flesh to hold you steady. he didn’t move recklessly, didn’t lose his rhythm—every push was deliberate, every drag of his cock through your slick walls calculated to wring the most out of you. the contrast between his calm control and the vulgar mess of your body clenching and dripping for him was unbearable.

“keep your voice down,” he murmured, his tone steady, controlled, not even breaking into whisper. “if you want to be reckless in my parents’ house, the least you can do is be quiet about it.”

your cheek pressed into the desk, your teeth sinking into your lip to stifle the desperate noises that threatened to spill. your voice came out ragged, a whisper that barely rose above the rain, “i can’t, kento, you’re—you’re too deep, i can’t—”

he leaned down, the heat of his chest brushing your back, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he thrust into you harder, once, sharp, until you gasped. “you can. and you will. if you don’t, we’ll be interrupted. and i won’t stop.”

the thought made your thighs shake, the shame and heat twisting together in your belly until you could only nod weakly, clutching the edge of the desk.

nanami straightened, adjusting his grip on your hips, pulling you back onto his cock with a rougher drag this time. his voice dropped lower, finally fraying just a little, “good girl. you listen when it matters.”

the sound of skin against skin was obscenely loud in the quiet of the study, every wet slap echoing against wood and shelves, nearly drowned out by the storm hammering the windows. he was relentless but never sloppy—his cock sliding in and out of you with a precision that had you clenching, dripping down your thighs, leaving streaks across the polished desk where you squirmed against it.

your body arched when he shifted the angle, his cock brushing against that spot inside you that made your vision blur. you bit back a cry, your nails digging crescent moons into the wood, and he exhaled sharply through his nose like he’d been waiting for that reaction.

“there,” he murmured, his tone almost clinical, focused, “right there, isn’t it? the way you tremble tells me enough.” he pressed your hips down, holding you steady as he dragged his cock against that same spot again, and again, each thrust controlled but devastating.

you whimpered into the desk, your voice shaking, “please, please don’t stop—”

his hand lifted from your back to grip the nape of your neck, not hard, just enough to keep your head turned, your cheek pressed against the cool wood. “i wasn’t planning to. but you don’t need to beg for what’s already mine to give you.”

the words hit just as hard as the deep thrusts, your body burning under the weight of his possession. every push of his cock felt like he was staking a claim, filling you, stretching you, marking you in ways no one else could.

his voice darkened, rougher now as the storm thundered outside, “look at the state of you. dripping all over my father’s desk. do you realize how obscene this is? how disgraceful? you begged me to sneak away with you and this is what you wanted—to be bent over like a whore in the middle of dinner?”

shame and heat pooled in your stomach, your body clenching around him tighter, your words muffled against the desk, “yes, yes, i wanted it, i wanted you—”

nanami’s groan rumbled low in his chest, his control finally slipping as his thrusts grew harsher, the rhythm breaking as his cock slammed deep into you. his grip on your neck tightened, forcing you to arch, to take him deeper, your breasts pressed against the hard wood, your thighs trembling.

“unbelievable,” he hissed under his breath, though his tone was thick with lust, “you’d debase yourself like this just to feel my cock. and you love it. don’t you?”

“yes—fuck, yes—” your whisper was ragged, desperate, your body tightening around him with every brutal snap of his hips.

he leaned down again, lips against your ear, his voice rough and fast now, “then cum for me. soak this desk, let me see how much you love being ruined in this house.”

the command tore through you, your body seizing up as pleasure ripped you apart. you came hard, your cunt fluttering around him, slick gushing down your thighs, streaking the polished desk with wet heat. you bit into your own arm to muffle the cry that almost escaped, your entire body shuddering violently as the orgasm dragged you under.

nanami groaned, his composure breaking as he fucked you through it, the wet squelch of your cunt pulling more ragged sounds out of him than he ever let slip. “perfect—fuck—you feel perfect—”

he grabbed your hips tighter, pulling you back to meet every desperate thrust until he was buried to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside you. his groan was low, rough, muffled against your shoulder as he pressed his chest to your back, grinding his hips to push his cum deeper into you.

for a long moment, the only sound was the storm raging outside, the frantic beat of both your hearts, and the wet drip of your release staining expensive wood.

nanami didn’t pull out right away. he stayed buried inside you, his hand smoothing down your back slowly, as though grounding you. his voice returned to calm, quiet, almost tender, “you’ve made a complete mess.”

your laugh came weak, muffled against the desk, and you whispered back, “you helped.”

his hand slid to your hip, squeezing, his tone soft but firm, “that doesn’t excuse you.”

finally, he eased out, the mess of cum and slick sliding down your thighs, staining your stockings. he adjusted your skirt back into place with deliberate precision, like he hadn’t just fucked you raw over his father’s desk, then leaned down to kiss the back of your neck, his lips warm and lingering.

“compose yourself,” he murmured, smoothing your hair with one hand, “then we’ll return to dinner.”

you turned your head, your face flushed, your body trembling, and managed a weak, teasing whisper, “like nothing happened?”

nanami’s lips curved faintly as he adjusted his tie, his voice low and even, “exactly like nothing happened. no one ever needs to know how shameless you are when you’re alone with me.”

but his hand lingered at the small of your back as you steadied yourself, grounding you, claiming you, a subtle reminder that even in silence, even in composure, you belonged entirely to him.

TOJI ZENIN

the storm had rolled in so violently it made the entire estate seem like it was shuddering under the weight of it, rain hammering the tiled roofs, wind snapping through the perfectly pruned gardens. the zenin house was sprawling, gaudy in a way only old money could manage—wide verandas, gold-framed art on the walls, cavernous halls that swallowed sound. but you weren’t in the halls. toji had dragged you into the indoor gym, a massive space lined with mats, polished floors, racks of equipment and weapons displayed like trophies.

the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, the storm muffled behind thick walls, and your breath came out ragged and wet where your body was pressed flat into the padded mat, your cheek against the surface, drool already streaking your chin. he had you pinned beneath him, his massive frame covering yours, one broad hand between your shoulder blades, keeping you down, while the other curled tight around your hip to hold you still. his cock split you open from behind, stretching you brutally with every sharp thrust, his pace unrelenting, heavy, making the mat squeak under your bodies.

there was nothing soft in him, nothing tender in the way he fucked. toji was all teeth and muscle and sheer hunger, his voice rough in your ear, low and guttural, “fuck, you’re loud. you think anyone’s gonna hear you? maybe they will, maybe they’ll walk in and see their precious little girl getting railed on the floor like a fuckin’ toy.”

you choked on a moan, your fingers clawing at the mat, your voice breaking into a whisper, “toji, please—please slow down—”

his laugh was sharp, dark, cruel in its amusement, his thrusts only rougher as he ground his cock deep into you, the sound of your cunt squelching obscene in the cavernous room. “slow down? nah. you begged me for this, didn’t you? whinin’ in my ear all night, actin’ like a needy brat until i dragged you outta dinner. you wanted my cock, you got it. now take it.”

your body jolted with every thrust, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes as your pussy clenched desperately around him, your legs spread wide, trembling. he was so big it felt like you couldn’t breathe, like your body was being split in two, and yet you couldn’t stop pressing back against him, greedy for every brutal stroke.

toji leaned down, his chest crushing you into the mat, his teeth catching your ear, his voice a filthy growl, “listen to that. listen to how messy you are for me. you’re fuckin’ gushin’, leakin’ all over the mats like some filthy slut. bet if anyone comes in here, first thing they’ll notice is the smell of your pussy.”

you whimpered, burying your face into the mat, trying to muffle the sounds spilling from you. his hand caught the back of your neck, yanking your head up, forcing your cheek against the mat instead so he could hear every broken noise you made.

“nah, don’t hide,” he snarled, fucking you harder, the slap of his hips against your ass echoing in the empty room. “wanna hear every fuckin’ sound. you’re my toy right now. my girl. my pretty little hole to use. so let me hear it.”

your throat ached from the way your voice cracked, your words spilling out fast, messy, “yours, i’m yours, i’m your girl, please don’t stop—”

his groan rumbled against your ear, his grip on your neck tightening, his cock driving so deep inside you that your stomach pressed flat against the mat with every push. “yeah, you’re mine. my perfect little cocksleeve. look at you—fuck—you’re takin’ me so good, squeezin’ me like your pussy was made for me.”

he shifted suddenly, pulling you up onto your knees, your chest still pressed into the mat but your ass lifted, your back arched. the new angle made his cock slam into your cervix with every thrust, sharp, brutal, and you cried out, your nails digging into the mat as your entire body trembled.

toji grunted, his hand cracking against your ass, the sound sharp in the gym. “that’s it. open up for me. you can take it. you love it.” another slap, harder, leaving your skin hot and stinging. “tell me you love it.”

your voice was broken, ragged, “i love it, i love your cock, please—”

his grin was feral, his thrusts relentless, his hand gripping your hair now, yanking your head back so your throat arched. “fuck yeah, you do. you’re my dirty little slut, beggin’ for more even when you’re cryin’. look at you—droolin’, takin’ every inch of me, beggin’ for me to split you open harder. you were made for this.”

your body was on fire, your thighs trembling, your cunt fluttering desperately around him as his pace pushed you closer and closer to the edge. he felt it, of course he did, his laugh low and rough as his hand wrapped tight around your waist, dragging you back onto his cock with each thrust. “you gonna cum for me? gonna cream all over my cock right here on the mat, like a good little slut?”

“yes, yes, please, i can’t—” your voice was wrecked, every word shaking as your body fought to hold back, your walls clenching tighter and tighter.

his growl tore into your ear, filthy and commanding, “don’t hold it. cum for me. cum all over me. make a fuckin’ mess.”

the order ripped through you, your body snapping, orgasm hitting so violently your vision went white, your thighs clenching, your pussy spasming hard around his cock. you screamed against the mat, your body shuddering uncontrollably as slick gushed down your thighs, soaking the mat beneath you.

toji snarled, his thrusts growing ragged as he fucked you through it, groaning at the way your cunt milked him, “fuck—fuck—you’re squeezin’ me dry, jesus—”

he slammed deep one last time, burying himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing as he spilled hot inside you. his groan was guttural, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as his hips jerked against your ass, grinding his cum deeper.

for a long moment, the only sound was the storm outside and the wet slap of his cock still twitching inside your ruined cunt. you collapsed against the mat, trembling, your face sticky with tears and drool, your body wrecked.

toji stayed pressed against your back, panting hot against your ear, his voice finally low, almost lazy with satisfaction, “look at the mess you made. soaked the fuckin’ mat like it’s yours.”

you whimpered weakly, your legs shaking too hard to hold yourself up. he chuckled darkly, finally easing out of you, his cum spilling down your thighs in thick streaks.

he slapped your ass again, lighter this time, more amused than punishing, and drawled, “c’mon, princess. on your feet. we’re not done till i say we’re done.”

your head lolled, your voice barely a whisper, “toji… i can’t…”

he smirked, crouching down beside you, big hand sliding over your ass possessively, spreading you open to watch his cum drip out onto the mat. his voice was low, dark with satisfaction, “yeah, you can. you’ll take whatever i give you. you wanted me, remember? this is what you asked for.”

he leaned down, biting your ear, his grin sharp and unhinged, “and i’m not done with you yet.”

his hands caught your hips again, flipping you onto your back on the mat, your skirt bunched, your shirt wrinkled, your body still twitching with the aftershocks. his cock, still hard, glistened with your mess as he lined himself up again, his eyes burning down at you.

the storm outside cracked with thunder, rattling the walls, and toji pushed back inside you in one brutal stroke, grinning when your scream tore loose, too raw to muffle this time.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

the rain was pounding against the glass atrium of the house, hammering so hard it sounded like the sky might split. the sukuna estate was sprawling, decadent in a way that made everything feel like it existed just to feed his ego: vaulted ceilings, marble floors, a ridiculous indoor koi pond that stretched through the center of the atrium like some ornamental river. the storm outside made the glass walls tremble, lightning flashing across the water, illuminating the gilded edges of the furniture, the blood-red rugs thrown over marble.

you were sprawled on your back across one of the low tables by the pond, the wood cool and slick beneath you, and sukuna was standing between your legs, holding your thighs wide with a bruising grip as he drove his cock into you mercilessly. his body towered over you, all power and heat and cruelty, the tattoos that wrapped his arms and chest gleaming in the lightning, his mouth split in that vicious grin.

“look at you,” he drawled, voice rough and mocking, each thrust sharp and deep, making the table squeak under your weight. “laid out like an offering. you really think you can take me quiet enough in this house? you think you can hide how much of a little whore you are for me?”

your fingers clawed at the edge of the table, nails scraping against wood, your breath broken into frantic gasps. your voice cracked as you tried to whisper, “please, sukuna, don’t—don’t be so loud, they’ll—”

his laugh was harsh, echoing off the glass walls, drowning you out. he slammed into you harder, his cock punching deep enough you arched off the table, a sharp cry ripping from your throat. “they’ll what? come out here and see? let ‘em. i’ll keep fucking you while they watch. maybe i’ll even make you wave hello while my cock’s splitting you open.”

shame and heat burned through you, your thighs trembling in his grip, your pussy slick and sucking greedily at every thrust despite the filth spilling from his mouth. he loved it—your body betraying you, clenching tight even while your head shook in panic.

he leaned down suddenly, towering over you, one massive hand sliding up to wrap around your throat. his thumb pressed against your pulse, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch, his mouth brushing your ear, voice low and cruel, “you’re dripping all over me. don’t lie to yourself—you love this. love being ruined, love being used like the pathetic little slut you are. say it.”

your whisper was barely audible, trembling, “i love it.”

his grin widened, feral, his hips snapping into you faster, harder, the wet slap of your bodies echoing with the storm. “louder. let the whole fucking house hear.”

“i—i love it!” your cry broke, loud and humiliating, echoing off the glass.

he groaned at the sound, his cock twitching inside you, his hand gripping your throat tighter. “good girl. that’s what i want. scream for me. let them know who you belong to.”

your body arched helplessly, the edge of the table biting into your back as his cock hammered into you, every thrust punching the air from your lungs. your nails dug into his forearms, the solid muscle beneath your hands unmoving, unyielding. you were nothing but a body to be used, stretched around him, filled, undone.

he shifted his grip, yanking you closer by your ankles, folding your knees up to your chest so he could slam deeper, the angle so brutal it made stars burst behind your eyes. your cunt clenched violently, gush spilling down his cock, soaking the table beneath you.

sukuna snarled, head tipping back as he watched the mess, “fuck—look at that. you’re drenching me, soaking this fucking table like you’re trying to mark it. nasty little slut. can’t even control yourself.”

your cries came broken, wrecked, “please—please, i can’t—”

his laugh was cruel, merciless, his thrusts never faltering. “can’t what? can’t handle it? can’t stop cumming on my cock like a filthy bitch?”

your walls fluttered hard, your body giving in despite your weak protests, and he felt it, grinning sharp as lightning cracked above. “there it is. you’re gonna cum again, aren’t you? you’re such a fuckin’ mess for me.”

“sukuna—” you sobbed, your thighs trembling violently.

he leaned down, his mouth crushing yours in a filthy kiss, his tongue forcing past your lips, swallowing your whimpers as his cock drove mercilessly into you. when he pulled back, spit slick between your mouths, his voice was a growl, low and vicious, “cum for me. right now. soak me. make a fucking mess.”

the command ripped through you like lightning, your entire body snapping as your orgasm tore you apart. your cunt clamped down around him, fluttering hard, wet gushing out in a humiliating rush, soaking his cock, your thighs, the table beneath you. you screamed his name, raw and desperate, your body thrashing helplessly in his grip.

sukuna groaned, his grin feral, watching you come undone beneath him. “fuck, that’s it, that’s my girl. pathetic and perfect. look at you—screamin’, squirting all over me, you’re nothing but my little fuckdoll.”

he kept fucking you through it, every thrust pulling another sob from your throat, your body oversensitive and shaking. his cock throbbed inside you, his pace turning ragged, desperate, his grin splitting wider.

“gonna fill you up,” he snarled, his voice breaking into a growl, “gonna stuff you full right here on this table, make you leak with me while you sit across from them at breakfast tomorrow. they’ll never know how full of my cum you are.”

the filthy words made your cunt spasm again, squeezing him so tight he groaned, his hips stuttering. with a final brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing deep inside you as he spilled, hot and thick, filling you until it spilled back out, dripping down your ass onto the polished wood.

his laugh was low, satisfied, unhinged, his chest heaving as he watched the mess. “look at that. ruined. wrecked. exactly how i like you.”

you lay trembling beneath him, your body buzzing, your cunt leaking his cum in thick streaks down your thighs. the storm roared outside, thunder rattling the glass, but all you could hear was the wet drip of the mess he’d left inside you.

sukuna leaned down, his mouth brushing your ear, his voice a rasp, still cruel even in its intimacy, “you’re mine. don’t forget it. no matter where you are in this house, no matter who you’re with—you’ll always be full of me.”

he bit your neck hard enough to sting, then pulled back, his eyes gleaming down at you, wild and satisfied. and then he was moving again, his cock still hard, still buried inside you, grinding deeper with a grin that promised he wasn’t finished, not until the storm outside had nothing left on the storm he was pulling from your body.

SHIU KONG

the storm had been rolling in since early evening, heavy clouds bruising the sky until nightfall made the entire city below vanish into a dark blur. from the top floor of the shiu family’s penthouse, the glass walls stretched wide, giving you both a view of lightning splitting the horizon, rain streaking the windows in frantic patterns. the place smelled faintly of cigars and old money—everything polished, curated, sharp lines and expensive silence.

shiu had you against the window, your bare chest pressed to the cold glass, the city lights and storm outside your backdrop. his hand was at the back of your neck, palm heavy, forcing your face against the pane while his cock pushed into you from behind, slow, steady, unyielding. every thrust made the glass tremble faintly, your breath fogging against it in desperate little bursts.

“you’re lucky the glass is thick,” his voice was low, smooth, almost casual despite the filth spilling out of him, “otherwise the whole city would hear how wet you are for me.”

your palms smeared across the glass, your body shaking as he bottomed out inside you, your whisper breaking, “shiu, it’s—oh god—it’s too much—”

he chuckled quietly, leaning close enough that you felt his breath against your ear, his tone calm in a way that made your body clench tighter. “too much? don’t lie. you’re dripping down your thighs like you’ve been waiting for this all night. begging me to fuck you while my parents sit in the next room drinking scotch. you wanted too much.”

the humiliation made your skin burn, your pussy fluttering around him despite the shame, and he groaned low at the sensation, his thrusts still maddeningly slow. he wasn’t rushing. shiu didn’t fuck like a man who lost control—he fucked like a man who liked to stretch the moment until you were unraveling, begging, pliant.

his hand slid from your neck to your jaw, forcing your head sideways so your reflection in the window stared back at you, your face flushed and lips swollen. his voice was a murmur in your ear, steady, deliberate, “look at yourself. pathetic little girl, letting me bend you over against glass like a toy. does it make you feel owned? it should.”

your throat tightened, your words barely audible, “i do—I feel yours—”

that earned you a sharp thrust, his cock slamming deep, forcing a cry out of you that fogged the glass even more. he hummed in satisfaction, pressing his lips briefly to your temple, almost affectionate despite the grip still firm on your jaw. “good. don’t forget who you belong to.”

his pace quickened then, deliberate control giving way to something heavier, his hips slapping against your ass, the sound obscene against the backdrop of rain and thunder. the glass rattled faintly with every thrust, the view of the storm blurring with the slick streaks your body left on it.

“spread your legs wider,” he ordered, his voice calm, commanding.

you obeyed instantly, trembling as your body opened further for him, and he rewarded you with a groan, his cock driving deeper, stretching you so full you could hardly breathe.

“that’s it. obedient,” he praised softly, though the words felt sharp with possession. his hand slipped down between your thighs, fingers pressing against your swollen clit, rubbing slow circles that contrasted the brutal snap of his hips. “such a good little thing, taking me while anyone could walk in. dripping all over the window like you’re begging for someone to see.”

you whimpered, your body shaking, your words breaking into pieces, “i—it feels so good, please—please don’t stop—”

he smirked against your ear, his tone dark with amusement, “i wasn’t planning to. not until you cum so hard you stain the glass with it.”

the filthy promise made your cunt spasm around him, slick gushing out, and he hissed at the sensation, his fingers pressing harder to your clit. “there it is. greedy little pussy, clenching like it never wants to let me go.”

his hand on your jaw turned your face enough that he could kiss you, swallowing your whimpers, his tongue slow and possessive in your mouth as his cock pounded into you. when he pulled back, his lips wet against your cheek, he murmured, “cum for me. do it now. make a mess all over my cock.”

your body broke instantly at the command, your orgasm tearing through you so violently your knees nearly gave out. you screamed against the glass, your thighs shaking as you gushed around him, slick dripping down both your legs, your cunt spasming desperately on his cock.

shiu groaned low, fucking you through it, his thrusts finally rougher, harsher, his control slipping as he felt you squeeze him tight, milking him. “fuck—you’re perfect. listen to yourself, screaming like you want the whole damn floor to hear.”

you gasped his name, your body convulsing, your vision blurred with tears and the reflection of your own wrecked face in the glass.

his pace grew ragged, his cock throbbing inside you, his voice breaking into something harsher now, “gonna fill you up. make you walk back out there dripping with me. you’ll sit across from them full of my cum and no one will know but us.”

the filthy words made you clench again, your body tightening around him, and he snarled, slamming deep, burying himself to the hilt. his cock pulsed, hot spurts flooding inside you, spilling deep until you felt it leak down your thighs, smearing the glass where your body trembled against it.

he groaned against your neck, his chest heaving, his voice low, satisfied, “perfect. stuffed full of me, just how you should be.”

you collapsed against the glass, your body wrecked, your breath fogging it in weak little bursts, cum dripping thick between your thighs.

shiu stayed inside you, still hard, his hand smoothing over your hip almost gently now. his lips brushed your ear, his voice calm again, soft but final, “don’t move yet. i like seeing you pinned here. ruined, used, mine.”

his reflection in the glass was sharp behind yours—tall, composed, untouched by the mess he’d pulled out of you. and you, trembling and leaking down the window, were exactly what he wanted to see: proof of his control, his possession, his name branded into you with every thrust and every drop of cum he left inside you.

HIGURUMA HIROMI

the higuruma estate was all polished stone, heavy wood, and the quiet weight of money; a place meant to intimidate visitors into silence before they even spoke. but tonight, the courtroom his parents had built inside the house—yes, a full chamber, complete with a bench, gallery seating, even a judge’s chair—was locked, empty, lit only by the storm pressing against the high windows.

you shouldn’t have been in there. you shouldn’t have let him drag you inside, the echo of your hurried footsteps across the marble enough to give you away. his parents were home, two floors above, in their drawing room, their voices a faint hum through the ceiling, laughter and the clinking of glasses carrying down into this vast chamber.

and yet you were bent over the defendant’s table, palms flat against the glossy wood, your skirt rucked up around your waist. higuruma was behind you, sleeves rolled to his elbows, shirt unbuttoned, his cock driving into your cunt with the same ruthless precision he used in cross-examinations.

each thrust was deep, steady, and the sound of your slick echoed shamelessly in the cavernous room. you tried to bury your moans into your arm, but he tugged your hair back until your spine arched, your cries spilling free into the air.

“speak up,” his voice carried, smooth, deliberate, the cadence of a prosecutor delivering lines to a jury. “this is an open court. everything you say is entered into record.”

you gasped, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, “please—please, they’ll hear—”

higuruma leaned forward, his chest pressing to your back, his breath hot at your ear as his cock slammed deep again, making the table rattle. “objection. irrelevant. the jury deserves to know how good i fuck you.”

your cunt fluttered helplessly around him, shame and arousal crashing together. “i can’t—hiromi, i can’t—”

“address the court properly,” he cut you off smoothly, lips brushing your ear. “say it. ‘your honor, i can’t take it.’”

you choked on a sobbing moan, your voice breaking, “your honor—I can’t take it!”

the sound of his laugh was quiet, cruel, his hand sliding down your stomach to press against your clit, circling slowly, mercilessly. “motion denied.”

you wailed, the pleasure unbearable, your thighs trembling as his cock filled you again and again, dragging against every spot inside you. he never lost rhythm, every thrust measured, every movement deliberate, his voice calm even as you fell apart.

“prosecution submits the following,” he groaned softly, his pace tightening, hips snapping harder, “that this defendant is guilty of being a filthy little slut, addicted to my cock, willing to risk discovery in her lover’s family courtroom.”

his words made your cunt spasm violently, slick pouring down your thighs, your voice breaking, “i admit it, i admit it—I’m guilty, please—”

“confession accepted,” he said smoothly, fucking you faster now, the wet slap of your bodies loud in the vaulted chamber. “sentencing to be carried out immediately.”

his hand on your clit rubbed harder, faster, and your orgasm slammed into you so violently your knees buckled. you screamed, the sound echoing up to the ceiling, surely carrying through the floorboards to where his parents sat above. your cunt gushed around him, soaking the table, dripping down his thighs.

higuruma groaned, his composure fraying, his thrusts brutal now, pounding into you with none of his earlier restraint. “look at you—squirting all over my courtroom—staining my parents’ legacy with your filth.”

you sobbed into the wood, your body convulsing, his cock splitting you open until you were choking on your own breath.

“sentence extended,” he growled now, voice low, breaking from calm to raw, “you’ll take every drop of my cum inside you, and you’ll thank me for it.”

higuruma groaned low, fucking you through it, relentless, his composure fraying as your cunt milked him. “fuck—you’re squeezing me so good—sentence executed perfectly.”

his thrusts grew ragged, his pace breaking, his breath harsh as he slammed into you deeper, harder. his voice was low now, dark with lust, “court will now adjourn—with me filling you until you can’t walk out of here.”

his thrusts turned frantic, his body shaking against yours, his cock slamming deeper, harder, until he buried himself to the hilt, groaning low as hot spurts of cum flooded your cunt. he held you pinned to the table, grinding it deeper, filling you until it leaked instantly, streaking down your thighs and pooling on the polished floor.

the storm cracked overhead, lightning flashing through tall windows, and for a moment you thought you heard the faint creak of footsteps above, a pause in his parents’ voices. your heart lurched in your chest.

higuruma didn’t care. he stayed inside you, heavy against your back, his lips brushing your temple as he whispered, calm again, “case closed.”

he pulled out slowly, his cum spilling thick and wet from your cunt, dripping onto the defendant’s chair, staining the courtroom wood with evidence that would never wash clean.

he caught your chin, forced you to look up at the judge’s bench looming over you, his voice steady, final. “and tomorrow, you’ll be on trial again. i’ll always find you guilty.”

upstairs, his parents’ laughter resumed, oblivious, while below their son left you ruined in the very chamber they’d built for justice.

CHOSO KAMO

the rain had been falling all afternoon, steady sheets drumming against the tiled roof of the kamo estate, the kind of storm that drowned out the city and made everything inside feel like a quiet, expensive cage. the house was too vast, its walls hung with old scrolls and lacquered frames, the floors echoing under your bare feet. his parents were still awake, entertaining guests in the next wing of the house—you could hear muffled voices, laughter carried faintly through the paper-thin doors, the occasional clink of porcelain cups.

you should’ve been upstairs, out of sight. instead, you were in the family’s tatami room, kneeling on the woven mats, your palms pressed into the floor, your ass raised and swaying helplessly while choso knelt behind you. his kimono was undone, pooling around his hips, his cock sliding in and out of your cunt in deep, unhurried strokes.

every time he pulled almost all the way out, he pushed back in to the hilt, so slow you could feel every ridge of him splitting you open. the slick sound was obscene in the quiet room, loud enough you were terrified it would carry through the sliding doors. your body ached with the effort of holding in your moans, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip until it hurt.

“they’ll hear,” you whispered desperately, voice breaking as he filled you again, your arms trembling.

choso’s voice was low, calm, threaded with that steady patience that made it even filthier. “then you’d better stay quiet, hm? or do you want my father to know how desperate you are for me?”

the shame made your cunt clench tight around him, and he groaned under his breath, his hands settling firm on your hips. he leaned over you, his hair brushing your bare shoulder, his lips ghosting the edge of your ear. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you? him knowing his son has you bent over like this, dripping all over the tatami.”

you shook your head wildly, but your body betrayed you, fluttering around his cock, more slick spilling down your thighs. he chuckled, quiet but dark, his pace still maddeningly slow.

“liar,” he murmured, his chest pressing against your back as he drove deep again. “your cunt squeezes me every time i mention them. you’re disgusting.”

your face burned, tears stinging your eyes, your words spilling out broken, “i—I’m not—I just—it feels so good—”

“shameless girl,” he interrupted, his voice still soft, unhurried, the way a knife slides without resistance. “taking me while my mother pours tea just a few rooms away. if they slide that door open right now, they’ll see you on your knees for me, ruined.”

you whimpered into your palms, your body shaking, the fear and humiliation winding into something unbearable. choso’s hand left your hip, sliding up your spine until his fingers tangled in your hair, forcing your head up. your teary reflection stared back at you in the lacquered cabinet across the room, your face flushed, mouth swollen, eyes wide.

“look,” he whispered against your ear. “watch yourself while i fuck you.”

his thrusts grew sharper then, deliberate snaps of his hips that made the mats creak under your knees, his cock slamming so deep you couldn’t hold back your cries. he didn’t shush you this time. his hand in your hair tightened, his breath harsher against your ear.

“let them hear,” he rasped. “let them know you’re mine.”

your orgasm ripped through you so suddenly you nearly collapsed forward, your scream muffled against your arm, your thighs trembling violently. your cunt clamped down on him, gushing slick down his cock, staining the tatami beneath you.

choso groaned, his composure fraying, his hips pounding into you harder, faster, the wet slap echoing now. “fuck—you’re soaking me—look at the mess you’re making on my parents’ floor.”

you sobbed, your body convulsing, your voice cracked and filthy, “i can’t stop, i can’t—i’m sorry—”

“don’t be sorry,” he growled, fucking you harder, chasing his own release now. “be grateful. they built this house for me to ruin you in.”

his hand shoved your face down into the mats, his cock slamming into you one final time as he groaned low, guttural, spilling hot cum deep inside you. thick spurts filled you until it leaked instantly, streaking down your thighs, dripping onto the tatami.

he stayed buried in you, his chest heaving, his voice low but steady again, calm in the wreckage. “perfect. stuffed full of me in their house. if they walk in, they’ll see exactly who you belong to.”

you trembled under him, tears streaking your flushed face, his cum seeping warm and wet between your thighs, soaking the woven mats.

outside, you heard a faint laugh through the paper door—his mother’s voice, clear as a bell, oblivious.

choso pressed a kiss to your damp temple, his cock still deep inside you, his tone almost gentle. “stay down. don’t move. i want the floor ruined under us when they come in tomorrow morning.”