#*writes down* size difference... object fucking...

But in addition to the yawning cave of emptiness inside of him, he also feels longing.

A longing that he thought was long since gone, destroyed by time and a life with no one but his moving, talking, inanimate object friends that were brought to life but that damn witch's curse.

Nanami used to live a life of unwilling solitude. Alone in the dark, dreary, enchanted castle deep in the woods that overlooked the village miles away holding a life that is now foreign to him. A life of joy and conversations and socialization and the mundane-ness of ordinary human beings.

Beings that didn't have claws the size of talons or sharp teeth and fangs that would make a wolf cower. Golden eyes that turn into slits when he is enraged (which is all the time). Thick fur coating his muscular body that is wide as a mountain, allowing him to tower over everyone and everything due to Nanami's ten foot height.

He is a beast. A horrible, awful, hideous creature that the witch he forced away from his door turned him into. It was his punishment for looking down upon her in her time of need when she came to him for shelter from the cold.

But then you came along.

The original plan was to keep you for as long as you were alive. For you to spend the rest of your years as his captive, living in his castle and serving him as your punishment for your father's mistakes upon entering Nanami's home.

But then he fell in love with you.

Feisty, intelligent, nerdy, curious, stubborn, adventurous little you who stormed into Nanami's home, demanded that he free your father, and then begged, without a second thought, for him to take you as prisoner instead.

Seasons changed, time passed, and Nanami fell for you. Hard. He loved seeing you curl up in front of the fire with a good book. He loved seeing you look so excited over his mammoth of a library that he gave you the key to. He loved your delicious baking. He loved your cute little giggle when he did something unintentionally funny.

He wanted to be the man that you wanted. That you dreamed of from your storybooks. He planned to tell you how much he loved you the night of your private dance when you looked so enchanting in your yellow gown.

But you weren't as happy as he was that night and he could tell, so he presented you with an enchanted mirror that showed you anything you wanted to. You wished to see your father and gasped in horror when it showed him lying on a road somewhere, coughing, disoriented, searching for you. "He's sick!" you cried, staring teary eyed into the mirror. "What if he dies and I'm not there? He doesn't have anyone but me!"

Nanami hated to see you cry and would've felt responsible if something were to happen to your dear father. So, with his fists clenched and heart shattering, he made a quick decision. "Go to him," he grumbled. "You must. You wouldn't ever forgive yourself if you weren't by his side if he was to pass."

'And neither would I.'

You gaped at him, confused. "You're...letting me go?" you gasped, shocked. "B-But I thought—"

"It doesn't matter what I said before," the Beast interrupted you. "Your contract is hereby broken. I release you." He stood with you on the balcony in the summer night, the sky littered with glittering stars and the air thick with the perfume of flowers. "You are free, Y/N."

You continued to stare at him, tears dripping down your face. "Nanami...." You tried to give the mirror back, but he stopped you, his big, clawed hands covering your smaller, softer ones. "No, take it. So you can look back if you ever happen to think of this place."

He doubted that you would, but he still wanted to keep something to remember him by. He then stood by with great resistance to hold you. "Now go, little one. Leave before the night grows long."

Still, you stayed for a while and surprised him by tossing yourself at him, embracing him tight. "Thank you," you whispered. "I'm sorry." His suit and fur became wet with your tears as you cried. He wanted so badly to hold you tight, but he didn't, afraid that if he did, he'd keep you. "Don't be. I understand. Just go."

And you did. Of course, his staff was shocked and enraged, having gotten so close to returning to their human lives once the spell was broken. "Forgive me," he whispered to them when they confronted him on the balcony. "I loved her too much to keep her here."

So he watched from the balcony as you rode off on your horse, never to return. The scream he released was primal and anguished, the roar traveling across the forest.

He stands on the same balcony now, looking into the stars and out in the forest and mountains, thinking of you, wondering if you are staring back at him. He doubts it. You're probably back at home living a normal life, falling in love with a normal man, married. He could never-

"Nanami!" he suddenly hears someone yell. A very familiar, sweet, feminine voice that has haunted his lonely nights for days now. His furry ears perk at the sound. Is he hallucinating? Just hearing things because he misses you?

He squints into the dark brush of the trees and sure enough, he sees you bouncing on your horse, racing towards his castle. He audibly gasps, his heart pummeling for the first time in days since you left. "Little one?" he murmurs, confused and hopeful. No, there is no way. You can't be here. He released you! Why are you coming back?!

He waits for you to enter the castle, leaving your horse outside, and stands there on the balcony for you to arrive. When you finally do, you are out of breath and wearing a white cotton dress. You look like a sweaty angel, hair a wind-tangled mess from your ride. "Nanami," you pant.

Nanami inhales, taken aback by how strong your name dripping from your luscious lips affects him. "What are you doing here?" he demands. "Why did you come back?"

You swallow, taking a small step towards him in your ballet flats. "I...came back to thank you for freeing me. My father is alright; he just had a cold that we treated with some medicine. He thanked you for freeing me too."

He blinks, still lost and trying to figure out if you're really here. "And he let you return?" he asks, confused. You nod, taking another step as if you're afraid to spook him. "Yes," you softly reply. "Because I realized something that I've been fighting for the year I had been here."

"And what is that?" Nanami wonders aloud, his heart hammering in his chest.

Finally, you take a few more steps until you're in front of him, smelling sweetly of honeysuckle and flowers. "That I care about you and I do not wish for you to be alone. That you are the dearest friend I have in this world. That you understand me more than anyone ever has." You pause, swallowing. "That I lo—"

"Stop," Nanami growls. You do, buttoning your lip. "You do not love me, Y/N. You can't."

Your brow creases in irritation, that stubborn streak showing. "How are you to tell me who I can't and cannot love?" you scoff.

"That's not..." Nanami pauses, biting his lip. He doesn't wish to push you away any more than he already has. "You misunderstand. You cannot love me because I am not human. I'm a...a monster." He growls the word and you flinch when you hear the disgust in his voice.

He can see the hurt in your eyes when he says this, but he doesn't apologize. This is who he is: a beast. A hideous creature cursed to never love or be loved.

He expects you to leave after realizing that you made a mistake, but instead, you reach a silent hand out for him. He stares at you, dumbfounded. "May I have this dance, Your Highness?" you coo. "Please. If I am to leave, at least give me one more dance."

He cannot resist your big, soulful eyes or the temptation of holding you near, so he takes your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. He guides you into the empty ballroom and snaps his fingers, causing the candlelit chandelier to explode to life. "Band," he commands and each instrument immediately comes to life. "Play a slow waltz." And immediately, they begin.

The sounds of the flutes and violin strings accompany your dance as you and Nanami come close, hands interlocked. His paw sits on your waist while yours settles on his shoulder. He leads, slowly moving you around the floor, twirling you in and out of his arms. "You have learned well, prince," you giggle. "You aren't stepping on my feet this time!"

He toothily grins at you, a laugh bubbling in his chest. For the first time in days, he feels happy. Having you in his arms feels like a slice of heaven that he feels he will never possess. You are so soft, small, and warm against his body, all of you moving with him as he leads.

But as he holds you in the dip, he stares dead at your supple, soft lips. Big mistake. Suddenly, your hand is on his cheek and you are leaning up to kiss him. Quickly, he jerks back and stands you upright, reality slapping him in the face. "No," he grunts. "Y/N, we can't."

"Why can't we?" you whisper tearfully. "Why won't you let me love you?" You look so pained. So wounded. He wants to cradle you and smother you in kisses until you have no doubt about how much he adores you.

But he can't. He just can't fathom you being with him. "Because you do not!" he roars, his voice booming across the ballroom. "You are only saying this because you feel bad for me, the beast with no one to love!"

"That's not true, Nanami!" you argue, unafraid by his outburst. "I love you because of who you are. You are kind and gentle. Protective. Loving. You accept me for ME!"

Nanami gapes at you, taken aback by such praise. You really see that in him? "Every man has only ever been attracted to me for my looks, but with you? You see beyond all of that." You come closer to him, pressing a soft hand to his furry cheek.

He sighs, eyes fluttering at your touch. He is so starved for it. "What is wrong with that?" you whisper, caressing his face. "What's wrong with letting me love you?"

Everything in him is screaming to just let go. To let you in. But still, he resists, not wanting to curse you with a life with him. Gently, he takes your hand off of his cheek and looks away from your burning hurt.

"You have to leave," he murmurs. "You can stay the night and rest, but you must be gone by morning. Please...before you get hurt."

He slowly turns to walk away from you, not wanting you to see the tears welling in his eyes. "Why are you doing this to me?" you ask.

He turns to you, finally letting you see the tears and emotion in his golden eyes. "Because I love you." And then he leaves you standing in the ballroom alone, his heart breaking into two.

That night, Nanami doesn't see you for the rest of the night.

He takes supper to your guest room, leaving in outside your door, brings you extra towels for your bath, and ensures that he isn't in the foyer when you are in the library, not wanting to run into you.

Though everything inside of him is burning to be near you, he resists, and instead, retreats to his bedchambers to sleep. He hunkers down into is king-sized bed and falls asleep under the satin sheets, dreaming of you snuggled up next to him.

As usual, as the night progresses, he starts to dream of you. You in his bed, a rather salacious mesh down draped across your body, your hard nipples poking through the fabric and your lace panties cupping your supple, gorgeous ass.

You pressed against him, your lips on his and your hands all over him, caressing his thick fur while he caresses your soft skin. His clawed hands cupping your ass as you straddle him. His hard cock pressing into your lace panties where he can feel your pussy radiating heat through the thin fabric.

He lets you please him. Tease him. Use him. He watches through slits of gold as your hands and lips glide down his broad, furry chest where his bare cock is, hard and throbbing for you against his thigh. Nanami sleeps naked, so that gives you great access.

You begin stroking with those tiny hands, barely able to wrap your fingers around his thick length. He moans at your touch, the friction of your stroking and pumping making his cock grow harder. "Mmm," he softly hums. He can't get enough of your soft, tantalizing touch.

But then you wrap those soft, lusciously pink lips around him and begin to suck him off. The rest you can't suck, you stroke, your hands moving up and down in time with your mouth as Nanami slides along your wet tongue. "Fuck, baby," he groans. "Keep doing that."

He resists the urge to grind his hips up and fuck your mouth, wanting you to take the reins. And you do, working his thick monster cock with your mouth like you've done it before, coating it in your spit. "This, Ken?" you purr against his cock. "Like this?" You stick your tongue out and lick along the vein of his shaft, your big eyes watching him intently.

Nanami groans, eyes squeezed tight and body shaking from your tongue. "Yes!" he gasps. "J-Just like that, f-fuck!" He grabs your hair and cascades his fingers through your locks as you continue to suck, your spit dribbling down his veiny cock and heavy balls.

Lewd, slurping sounds drift through the air as you start to throat the tip of his cock, not yet able to take the rest of him due to how fucking thick and big he is. But he's still enjoying it and so are you, moaning sluttily around his dick. "You taste so good, Kento," you moan. "Your cock is so fucking big...so hard for me..."

You pause, pressing his cock to your cheek. Seeing how big he is next to your face, he damn near cums, groaning when you run his tip along your tongue before sticking him back into your wet mouth. Nanami thrashes against the pillows, every muscle in his body begging to fuck you full of his babies. "God, little one, yes! Your mouth is s-so...so fucking..."

Real. It feels so real. Suddenly, something occurs to Nanami and he opens his eyes from his dream to see a large lump under the covers moving up and down. When he shoves the sheets away, there you are between his thighs, his big cock in your mouth and the lewdest outfit ever on your body.

You instantly stop sucking, looking like a deer caught in headlights. "Y/N?!" he barks, instantly sitting up against the head board. "What the hell do you think you're doing? What are you wearing?!"

Even in the dark of his bedroom, he can see you. The silvery moonlight pours in through his window, illuminating your soft skin, eyes, and the yellow lace lingerie adorning your skin. His eyes drink in the way the lace cups hold your soft tits, the sexy garter on your thighs, and the curve of your ass against the waistband of your panties.

The initial shock vanishes and you give him a sexy smile, showing him a side to you he's never seen before. "Something comfy," you giggle. "And enjoying my love's big cock, obviously."

You lean back down to throat more of Nanami's cock, slipping him deeper than just the head into your tight, wet throat. Nanami groans, gripping the sheets so hard that his claws nearly put holes in them. He hasn't gotten this kind of attention in so long. He doesn't even remember if he can even please a woman during sex. “Y-You—oh, fuck—you shouldn’t b-be here. You—ah—you need to—“

“Leave? Even though I’m sucking your cock so well?” You bat those long, pretty lashes at him, sticking your tongue out and slapping his throbbing cock against your tongue. “Even when I’m dressed like this?”

Nanami swallows, hating how delicious you look in that lingerie. Good enough to eat. “You shouldn’t be. You can’t be in here.” But even so, he continues to watch you suck his cock, making it shine in your spit. You suck it like you own it. Like you can handle it.

You give him a playful pout, one hand moving down to cup his heavy, cum-filled balls. “And why not? Why can’t I show the man I love how I feel about him?”

Nanami grits his fangs as you give him a looooong, teasing lick from base to tip before stripping the sheets away from him, exposing his big, furry body to you. You stare longingly at him, your eyes greedily drinking in his form. “You’re perfect, my Prince. So big…just for me.”

You begin to unclasp your bra, but he stops you, snatching your hands. “No, no,” he groans. “Don’t take it off.” He knows that if you do, there is no stopping him from fucking you stupid right in this bed. Lucky for him, you're on the same time as he is, giving him a playfully sexy smile. “Fine. Then you take it off for me.”

You turn around for him, moving your hair over your shoulder to expose your smooth neck and back. Against his better judgment, Nanami sits up straight to sit behind you. His big hands glide down your spine, making you sigh. “Why are you doing this? Don’t you know you’re driving me insane?”

You giggle, shivering when his claws gently graze your soft skin. “That’s the idea, my love. Until you can’t help but ravish me like we both need.” You take his hands and use them to cup your tits, making him squeeze them. “And because I want this. I want you.”

Nanami is speechless, unable to even breathe with you so close. You turn to face him, your eyes soft and impassioned. “No more fighting. No more hiding. I want all of you, Nanami, beast or not. I love every stubborn, ferocious, perfect part of you.”

You twist around to fully face him, practically shoving those luscious breasts in his face as you run your hands over his broad chest. “Just tell me you love me too. Tell me you feel the same.”

Those enchanting eyes stare into his, searching for a sigh that he feels the same. Nanami can no longer run or hide how he truly feels about you. So with supernatural speed, he suddenly has you underneath him and rips your bra off with his claws, freeing your breasts.

Rrrrip! You gasp, eyes lust blown, as he hovers over you, cupping your tits in his big paws. “I am not good at words, as you well know. But I can show you.” Despite his big body mounting yours, there is no fear in your eyes; only lust and a sexual curiosity for more.

He then proceeds show you more by placing his face into your titties, sucking on both nipples at the same time more pulling away and massaging the soft globes. You moan and whimper underneath him as he nuzzles his face into your tits, marking you with his scent while simultaneously coating himself in your perfume.

He sucks and laps at the hard peaks of your nipples, intensifying your arousal until your voice is bouncing off his bedroom walls. “Ah, yes, Kento!” you moan, gripping his thick fur. “Bite me! It’s okay!”

He looks up between the valley of your tits, concerned. “You’re sure? I’ll only nibble. I don’t want to hurt you, little one.” But you give him a sultry, sexy smile that makes his blood catch fire and his cock throb impatiently to be buried inside of you. “I won’t break, Master," you purr. "I know you’ll take good care of me~"

Suddenly, a feral-ness explodes out of Nanami and he feels the undying urge to fill you with his cum. “What did you call me?” he asks, his voice a deep growl. It arouses you—you can see it in your eyes.

He gives your hard nipples a lick with his fat tongue again, coating them in his spit. “Say it again,” he growls. He then begins nibble your tits, coating them in grazes of his fangs, making you squeak in pleasure.

“M-Master, please. Taste me. I need your tongue right here.” You slide a hand down to caress your puffy, soft pussy soaking your lace panties. Nanami groans, the scent of you driving him to insanity.

“Fuck!” he grunts, boiling with arousal. Quickly, he lays his big body against the pillows and coaxes you over. "Come, my little love; sit here and let me taste you.”

You gape at him, eyes wide and unsure. “You want me to…sit on your face?” He smirks, his cock standing at attention at the thought of your honey pouring into his mouth straight from the source. “Mmm-hmm. Don’t not be afraid. I won’t let you fall.”

Despite your uncertainty, you still trust in your beast and let him hold you securely by your waist as you straddle his chin, your ass in his face. After some readjustments, you sink down and gasp as soon as his fat tongue slides inside of your wet hole. “Oh, fuck!” you moan, bracing your hands on his furry chest.

Nanami abruptly pauses, scared that he's harmed you. “Does it hurt?” But you shake your head, trembling like a leaf. “N-No! Oh, God, your tongue is perfect!” You begin to grind your ass back into him, slowly riding his face like it's your personal horse.

Joy floods Nanami at the prospect of pleasing you, causing him to go full throttle and caress your pussy with his tongue. He slides it along your clit before sliding it inside of your tight, wet pussy, envisioning his cock making you moan and cry as he fucks you, fills you, stretches you out.

"G-God, Nanami, fuck, a-ah!" you wail, head tilted back and eyes closed as you ride his face. "Y-You're s-so...ohhh, so good! H-ha, I never...n-never...!" He knows what you're trying to say through your slutty panting and moaning: I never had this before.

That makes him go harder, eating you out until his jaw aches, thrusting his tongue deep inside of you while his nose brushes your clit. Your moans are his aphrodisiacs, causing him to fist his cock in an effort to give him some relief. You giggle, watching him stroke it for you. “Are you stroking yourself to me? I can take care of that, my love.”

Then you're giving him that electric pleasure right back as you shove his cock deeeeep down your throat, somehow able to take him deeper than before. Nanami grunts as your tight, wet, velvety throat squelches and flexes around him.

Even as you gag with his tip touching the back of your throat, and your eyes welling with tears, and your lips stretching around his dick, you still take him. Bobbing your head. Throating him like your life depends on it. “God!” he groans. “Deeper, darling! Take me deep down that pretty fucking throat!"

He begins to slowly fuck your face as he continues to eat you out, relishing how you drip and gush for him, making his mouth sticky and wet with your honey. It doesn't take long for you to reach your peak, tossing your ass back into his face. “Fuck, Ken! Master, I’m close! I’m going to fucking explode for you!”

Nanami's cock throbs, needing your cum. “Do it," he growls into your pussy, vibrations coursing through your body. "Please. Give your Master your fucking cum.”

And with a few more wicked licks of his fat, eager tongue, you let out a moan of his name as you squirt all over his tongue. He takes it all, moaning and whimpering at your sweetness, his tastebuds exploding with your sugary, honeyed taste. He grips and gropes your ass as you grind back into him, riding his face into the sunset until you're spent.

But Nanami isn't. If anything, he is pent up and feral, needing you like he needs air to breathe.

Slowly, you turn around to face him, eyes glittering with lust and afterglow. "Oh, Nanami," you sigh, "that was so perfect." His heart explodes, glad to have pleased you so thoroughly. "It was. But I'm afraid you have awakened the beast, my love."

His big paws grip your hips, clamping you down on top of him, his cock brushing your ass. "He must have more of you," he softly growls. "I can barely hold myself back any longer, darling."

Some would be afraid of such words, but you? You look like you've been waiting for him to say that. "Then don't. Fuck me like a beast, Ken. I can handle it."

And though Nanami wants nothing more than to shove his monster cock inside of you and rut into you until he fills you up with his spunk, he resists. He needs you to know that you and your comfort come first. "Ride me first. I want to watch you take that big cock."

You bite your luscious bottom lip at his request and take his cock in your hand, lining it up with your dripping, hot entrance. "Slowly now, sweet pea. Don't rush yourself."

You nod and brace yourself before sloooooowly coming down. You gasp, your eyes widening, only getting the tip in but it's still enough to stretch you. "Oh, Nanami!" you moan. "F-Fuck, you're so...so b-big!"

You grip his chest for dear life, your nails sinking into his flesh. He gets harder at the bite of pain, your wetness dripping and sliding onto his dick. "You're doing so well...j-just a bit more. I'm almost in."

He lets you take some time to adjust and get used to his size before you begin rocking your hips as he rubs your clit, opening you up more for him. Soon, you're sliding down, down, down, and he bottoms out inside of you, making you both gasp at the explosion of ecstasy you both feel.

"Oh!" you shout. "Oh, fuck yes!" Your dirty words makes Nanami throb inside of you, causing him to begin rocking his hips up to meet yours. Your wet walls squeeze him tight, giving him a hug that he never wants to end. "Yes," he hisses. "That's my girl. M-My pretty little princess."

You stare up at him with watery eyes and a face screwed in pleasure as you begin bouncing your full weight on him. He watches, drinking in how your tits bounce and your moans echo throughout the room.

Nanami takes it all, giving your ass a smack that makes you keen in pleasure, your ass slamming down to massage his balls. "Bounce on me, darling!" he growls. "Own me! Just keep using me like your fucking toy, little one!"

And you do, gripping him with your pussy, stroking and fucking him with your beautiful, wet cunt, making him moan and gasp like he's in heat. He rips the rest of your lace lingerie away, leaving it in tatters and you naked. The sight of you makes him fuck up into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air.

Your pants and moans grow more intense, filling the sex-scented air. "Fuck, Ken, I'm cumming again!" you squeal. "I-I can't...Oh, God, yes!"

And with another squeal of release, your eyes roll back as you squirt all over his cock, your honey streaming down to his balls. 'Fill her up,' the beast in him hisses. 'Make her yours. Give her your seed.' But he resists, wanting you to want that too.

When you finally come down from your high, he caresses your sweaty brow, smiling. "Tired?" he chuckles. But you return his smile, taking his hand to suck on his thumb, swirling your tongue around the digit. "Never for you."

And then you slide off of his cock to get on your back with your thighs spread for him, exposing both of your tight, tiny holes glistening in your cum for him. "Come, Master; fuck your woman. I told you I can take it." You pause, giving him a slutty little smile. "I like it rough."

To see you like this, so slutty and wanton, makes the beast come out of Nanami. He can't stop himself from mounting you, his big body eclipsing yours. "So you want to be fucked by the Beast?" he whispers. He takes his hard, throbbing, veiny cock and presses it against your entrance, still puffy and sensitive from your ride session.

You whimper, your pussy quivering against his bulbous tip. "Y-Yes. I want to be-ohhhh!" Your eyes roll back into your head and all words cease to exist as he sinks himself inside of you.

Something in Nanami shifts once he's inside of you, feeling you grip him tight with your pussy. His eyes widen and every muscle in his body tenses, winding up for when he finally empties his load inside of you.

He locks his eyes with you, greedily drinking in the way you're stretched out on his cock, your soft tits slowly bouncing and your expression drenched in pleasure. He wants more of you. Needs you. Craves you.

He begins to slowly draw his cock in and out of your soaking pussy, pink and pretty on the inside, sucking him in with every passing second. 'Mine,' he thinks, his human side and his beast side agreeing with each other. 'You're fucking mine.'

As if hearing his thoughts, you wrap your arms around his neck and wrap your ankles around his waist, pulling him in. "Fuck me, Master," you whimper. "Please."

Totally pussy-whipped, Nanami takes your legs and places them on his shoulders so he can lean against you, pushing himself deeper inside of you. "Put your legs up right here," he growls. "Let me fuck you deeper. Show you the love I have for you."

He pants as he begins to fuck you deep into the bed, making it shake and creak as he fucks you in mating press. He is fully mounting you now, plunging his cock as far as it can go into your pussy, making you cream and squirt around his dick down his balls.

Your expressions are so beautiful, mouth open, bouncy curls fucked out, and eyes glazed over as he fucks you out of your mind. "Kento!" you whine. "Kiss me!"

He bends down to smash his lips against yours, kissing you deeply and sloppily as he fucks your pussy like he owns it, thrusting with every intention of knocking you up. "I love you," you whimper against his lips. "I love you so much, Master."

Nanami shudders, taking your wrists and pinning them above your head. Forcing you to take every inch of him. "Say it again," he demands. "Scream it. Your Master commands it."

He fucks you harder, faster, making the bed shake beneath him with the force of his wild thrusts. "I-I love you!" you stammer out. "I love you! I love you! I love you!" You say it like a mantra as your pussy quivers around him, preparing for another intense orgasm.

"I love you too, my sweet girl," he groans. "Now will you take my fat load? Will you let me give you a baby?"

Through your moans and pants as he rails you, you manage to answer him: "Yes, yes, Ken, ah! Fuck me and fill me up! Give me your baby!"

Nanami can't help it. Your salacious, delicious begging brings out a feral side to him that isn't quenched or silenced until he ruts faster, harder, and deeper into your wet heat and explodes. With pleasurable roar and a groan of your name, he empties his balls deep inside of you, shooting ropes and ropes of spunk that have been saved up for you inside of your pussy to your womb.

You gasp, gripping his forearms as you cream all over his throbbing cock with a moan that sounds more like a sob. Hot tears of pleasure prickle your eyes, making your lashes glisten, as your back arches off of the bed as if you're possessed.

You cum hard and so does he, locking lips to share each other's moans of release as you continue to cum together, his hips flush against yours to push his cum deeper inside of you, trying hard to get you pregnant.

Finally, after a few more sloppy, slow drags of his cock inside of you, Nanami grows dizzy from being drained of all of his spunk and energy. He rolls off of you, panting, his fur wet with sweat. You lay next to him, breasts heaving as you catch your breath, your inner thighs slick with cum.

There is a comfortable silence that descends upon you as you lay side by side in the afterglow. The perfect end to the night.

But then slutty, insatiable little you rolls on top of him and straddles him, catching him by surprise. "Not yet, my love," you hum. "The night isn't over yet. Let's do it again."

And helpless to resist your wicked seduction, Nanami allows you to ride his big monster cock until he explodes watching your tits bounce as you cum for him. And then again in doggystyle. And again from the side, your leg up and his cock sunk deep inside of you. And again and again and again until you pass out from too many mind-blowing orgasms.

He doesn't think his life can get any better, but he is so happy to say that he was wrong.

The next morning, when he awakens to the golden morning sun pouring through his bedroom, the first thing he does after a stretch is look at you. Lying naked next to him, the golden sun illuminating your skin.

You also looking very afraid of him, the sheets clutched to your chest. Nanami scowls at you, confused. "What? What is it?" he asks. Then he pauses, noticing something. He doesn't have that deep, guttural growl to his vocal cords anymore. His voice is still deep, but soft. Human.

He looks down and gasps, seeing human hands. Not paws. He rips off the covers and finds smooth skin. Hairy legs. Big feet. A broad, hairy chest. A normal human body.

With shaky hands, he touches his face and head, finding blonde locks and smooth skin. No thick fur or a snout or nothing! It worked! The curse was broken!

He turns to you excitedly despite your fear and smiles at you. "Don't be afraid, my love. It's me." You blink at him, still perturbed by the strange naked man sitting next to you. "Don't you see? You did it, darling!" he exclaims. "You broke the curse! Only true love could've broken the spell and you helped me do it."

Slowly, your face softens and you tentatively crawl over to him. You begin to touch him—his hair, his cheeks, his chest sinewy with chest hair. Then you stare into his eyes, peering into them, and you break into a familiar smile. "It's you!" you laugh. "You're human!"

You toss yourself at him, nearly knocking him off of the bed. Nanami laughs—really laughs—, full of joy and excitement as he holds you close. "But I don't understand," you giggle, still confused. "You were cursed to live as a beast?"

Nanami chuckles, gently caressing your cheek. "I will explain it all to you later, little one." He pauses, kissing your knuckles, making you bashful. "Right now, I must ask you something that I've been wanting to ask for months now."

Your smile fades and you blink at him, clueless. The prince smiles and suddenly slides off of the bed to get down on one knee. You watch, dumbfounded, as he clutches your hands in his.

"You have brought a light in my life that I'm forever grateful to have," he says, his voice slightly wavering with nerves and emotion. "I cannot live without you. Will you, my love, do me the honors of becoming my princess and making me your husband? Will you marry—"

"YES!" you squeal, bursting into tears that stream down your pretty face. "Yes, Nanami, I'll marry you! I'll be your princess!" The prince smiles wide and joyfully as he climbs back into bed and embraces you as he kisses you deep, pouring his love into you.

Suddenly, he is laying on his back and you're straddle him, his semi-hard cock gliding against your entrance, making you softly moan. "So shall we consummate our marriage early, my Prince?" you purr, a sultry look in your eyes.

It takes no time for Nanami's cock to spring to life, making you gasp as he glides against your clit. "Absolutely," he growls. "But I must please my fiancé before I finally fuck her."

And with that hungered look in his eyes, he coaxes you to straddle his face as you begin to eagerly suck his cock in 69, pleasing him while he pleases you.

And for the rest of your days, living happily ever after with your beautiful beast.

THE END.

"You're so pretty when you cry, you know that?" his dark body now closer, only few centimers separating the both of you as his upper hands now felt your waist, squeezing it. You gasped.

"N-no, please!" tears kept coming out, your body trembling.

"Keep asking for help, nobody will save you. You're mine" his voice filling the whole room, the atmosphere was so creepy and chilling. You were scared. What this creep wanted from you? What was his objective?

"Silly human" his long tongue licked your neck, tears draining as others threatened to fall down. Your body now shivered, not for the fear but because his warm tongue, against your body, gave you pleasure.

"M-monster, what do you want from me?" your voice reduced to a whisper, two of his hands touching your boobs and pinching your nipples. You moaned.

"Ah~, there you are" he smiled big once again. You looked at him and felt his bulge twitch against your thigh.

Wtf!? He's so big !!

He kept teasing your poor nipples, squeezing and massaging your tits in the meantime. Wetness was dirtying your panties and you felt nasty for it.

The monster inhaled, sensing your sweet sweet scent.

"Such a good human for me, aren't you? You smell so good, let me eat you" his voice low, very low, sounding like a true entity from another world.

"E-eat me?! Go away!!" you tried, really tried, pushing him but it was impossibile. His much stronger than you were.

"I love it, I'm loving every of your reaction. I'm so glad I found you" he licked his lips, his cock springing free and touching your belly. You looked at it, your throat thirsty. Your eyes got back to him.

"Now, be a good little pet for me", there was no patience in his voice, he teased your too long and his cock was leaking a white substance, spreading it over your belly. His four hands kept you still.

You moved your body, trying to free yourself bur his grip was too steady. Tears now were falling again, yelping and screaming for help.

There's no way, there's no fucking way it's happening. How could this happen to you!?

You cried as his cock entered your wet walls. He groaned, giving your hips a good squeeze. The shadow monster didn't give you any second to prepare; his cock trusting in and out of you at a rough pace, pussy squelching.

Moans, gasps and painting filled the train room; not caring anymore what was happening. We're you enjoying this? Maybe. His cock just felt too good in your pussy as one of his hands now rubbed your clit.

His sniffed your hair, groaning again.

"Look, you were made for me. Your pussy is taking me so so so good."

You trembled, only moaning at everything he said, already dumb on his big cock.

Time went by as his thrusts became more and more erratic. You lose the count of how many time you and the monster came. Your body was imp, tears of pleasure now covering your face as you felt something warm shoot inside you.

"A-ah, mhh! Not inside!!"

"Too late, darling" he laughed maniacally, his cum paiting your walls wide as a ring of cream formed around his cock. You were spent, your mind blank.

His hands pressed on the belly bulge. You cried out as more sperm drooled down.

"And...stop! 10 minutes of pause! Good job, everyone!"

"That was perfect, you make a really good actress, you know?" your colleague, shadow monster, said.

You laugh embarrassed.

"Thank you, you're pretty good yourself." You teased, leaving him there as you make your way to your dress room.

Leman Russ: The Space Wolves would DEFINITELY sabotage the wedding in this case. Explodes ur fiancé's head right on the stage sorrryyy.

Rogal Dorn: He'll object but also has 500 contingency plans in case you don't want to leave, can't leave, hostage situation, fiance is powerful war wise, if the carpets are an ugly colour etc etc he's thought it all through.

Konrad Curze: KILL MAIM BURN KILL MAIM BURN KILL MAIM BURN

Sanguinius: Air strikes! Doesn't bother professing his love publicly, it's not for the ears of your fiance or anyone who went along with this. Soft launches a proposal as he's giving a speech to his legion about another successful attack.

Ferrus Manus: Still angry, but also disgusted. He ultimately believes in the good of humanity but considers this a sick and disgusting thing to do. He let's some of his idiot sons out of their stupid cage as extra intimidation and just, walks out the venue with you. lol

Angron: KILL MAIM BURN but not from him, surprisingly. He too is letting his idiots off their leash with the promise of whoever retrieves the fiancé's head gets a pat on the shoulder from him. This is a Lie. He picks you up and fucks off.

Roboute Guilliman: Frantic but livid. He's going through all the correct procedures of "rescuing" you and calling off the wedding but he is barely containing the urge to rip your fiancé's lung from his chest. Well, he wouldn't do it in the moment but mysteriously he turned up dead? huh, weird.

Mortarion: Annoying Motherfucker lmao. A part of him believes this isn't true and that you actually wanted this. In his self loathing he would miss the chance to act in the moment and gave to *rectify it later. *read: kill with poison

Magnus: mind control, its very effective.

Horus Lupercal: Objects but he's less Cunt about it. He's just fucking angry and is rapidly approaching with intent to kill as he half confesses half threatens everyone present.

Lorgar Aurelian: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (occasionally turns to your fiance and condemns him to hell) (the word bearers are gonna fucking GET him)

Vulkan: He'd never kill a human for no valid reason but he's honestly debating whether or not this counts as a valid reason. He objects and proposes very romantically and frankly, who's gonna stop a man that size from just walking off with you?

Corvus Corax: Grits his teeth and let's it go through. He doesn't want you to have the association as his romantic interest because it would endanger you. But mysteriously your husband turns up dead oh no you'll just have to come under the protection of his legion because there's a killer out there.

Alpharius & Omegon: sabotaged the wedding with their weird minion sons And they are going to kill your husband. Maybe take his place maybe not but he won't stay alive

You’re worried that if you open your mouth, it’ll be difficult to stop crying. Or screaming, or both. So you sit quietly in the circle in the gymnasium, listening as Mr. Martin leads the support group meeting. You’re appreciative of his trying to get you to open up, but you’re only capable of responding in nods and shrugs. When it’s over, you go to make your way back to the auditorium. It might be weird to some, considering you died there, but it’s still the place you feel the safest.

A few steps out of the gym, you hear pounding footsteps coming up next to you. It’s Wally, because of course it is. He’s dubbed himself your ‘Unofficial death guide.’ He’s the sweetest, and you wish you could actively participate in conversation with him. 

“You goin’ back to the auditorium?” When he talks, you have to crane your head to the right and all the way up because he’s so fucking tall. You nod, and he parrots it. 

“I don’t know how you can go back to that place. I couldn’t even look at the football field for like a week after I died.” Even when you don’t respond, Wally keeps going. “I also don’t know how you stand sharing a space with Mina. She's, like, totally scary.” He makes a face then, pinched up, like he’s imagining being trapped in a room with the other, objectively more aggressive theatre ghost.

It makes you giggle. Like, audibly giggle. Wally’s eyes widen, surprised that he was able to get a noise out of you. He laughs in return, a breathless exhale. He’s clearly proud of himself. 

“I have got to get you to do that again.” You shake your head no, even though the smile hasn’t left your face. “I’m serious, I have got to hear that laugh again!” 

When you round the corner near the front office, you stop in your tracks, the smile on your face quickly fading. Your mom and dad are there, holding a box with everything that was in your locker. It’s a weird feeling. You hadn’t forgotten you were dead, obviously, but everything had felt very up in the air.

Like the moment before a show starts - everyone sitting in the audience, the curtain still down to block the view of actors taking their places. Like limbo. Seeing your parents, their tear stricken faces, that makes it feel real. Too real. The sharp breath you take in alerts Wally to the fact that something is wrong, and he follows your gaze to the two adults standing at the front desk. 

“Oh shit, are those your parents?” Wally asks, his voice taking a softer tone. He has a volume control problem, everyone knows it, and you’re appreciative that he’s quieted down for this.

You nod, a small jerk of your head. He brings a tentative hand up to your shoulder, and when you don’t move away, he places it more firmly. “I’m so sorry, y/n. I really am. Do you wanna go up and see them?” 

You don’t answer, you just walk away. Wally calls after you, but doesn’t follow. 

The auditorium truly is your safe space. You were never brave enough to actually perform anything, though your teacher had begged you to. She’d heard you singing to yourself one day, and asked why you’d never auditioned for anything. You’d just deflected and said the stage fright would make you freeze. She’d been understanding, but encouraged you to think about auditioning for the show this year. 

You were a senior, it’d been your last opportunity to be in the spotlight, but by the time auditions came around you’d chickened out. The hidden disappointment on your teacher’s face wasn’t so hidden, but she made sure you had your usual spot on the tech and run crew portion of the show.

You died a few weeks later, tripping off of the stage while setting up a set piece and breaking your neck falling into the orchestra pit. Like a sick fucking joke. 

Now, you sit in the audience, gazing at the stage. It’s still blocked off by crime tape. The show for the end of the year has been effectively cancelled on account of your dying. ‘Postponed indefinitely’ is the term the overhead announcements had used, but you all knew what that actually meant. It just wasn’t gonna happen. 

You mostly just feel numb. Obviously your death isn’t something you could ever prepare for, and just like every other ghost in the building, your life had been unfairly cut short. Just like everyone else, you’d had plans for the rest of your life. None of them solid or reliable, but you’d had some idea of what you wanted your life to look like. A well paying job that you genuinely enjoyed, maybe a husband or wife and a few kids. All of that is gone now. 

Your parents in the front office felt like a kick to the gut, salt in the wound. The look on your mom’s face, the way your dad was cradling the box of your things like if he held tight to it enough it would bring you back.. it was too much to bear.

And Wally, sweet, kind, Wally. He’s been trying really hard with you, and you can’t even work up the nerve to say something to him. To thank him for being there for you, or answer any of the many questions or jokes he throws your way. 

You don’t even realize the tears are streaming down your face until they drip onto your hands in your lap. Once you feel the first one, the rest fall in quick succession and before you know it, you’re audibly sobbing in the empty theatre. It’s almost embarrassing, the way your cries echo because of the acoustics. 

Wally comes in quietly, and sits down next to you. You’ve been too preoccupied to notice anything other than your tears, heavy and streaking down your cheeks. He doesn’t say anything, just wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. He’s warm, and when you grab the front of his sweatshirt, he holds you tighter.

It takes a while for you to calm down - you’d been holding everything in for too long - you were bound to bubble over and explode at some point. When you feel yourself come back to your body, Wally is still holding you. He’s stroking your head and whispering comforts to you. You don’t deserve him, you think.

He’s still rubbing your back when you pull away to look at him, but you’re distracted by the wet spot on his sweatshirt - the light grey darkened by your tears. 

“Oh,” you whisper, your voice cracking from how long it’s been since you’ve spoken, “I’m sorry.”

Wally’s eyes widen, not prepared for you to start talking, and he jumps to console you. “Woah, hey, don’t even worry about it. This ratty old thing? I’ve been wearing it for like, almost twenty years.” He giggles a bit, continuing, “I honestly think this is the closest this thing has been to a washing machine even longer than that, so. No sweat, promise.”

You nod, thanking him. 

“Are you, like…” he trails off, not sure how to ask you if you’re okay. It’s a silly question, he knows that. “I remember the first time I saw my parents after I died. There was a vigil on the football field like a week after it happened. Everyone was there, and they were all crying and it was so weird. I didn’t feel dead yet, like I hadn’t accepted that it really happened.”

“That must’ve been really hard for you, Wally. I’m really sorry.” Your eyes meet, and he shrugs.

He smiles, a sad, nostalgic thing. He can’t tell you it’s okay, because it’s not. Instead, he goes to hold your hand. “I promise it will get better. It just takes some time. It’s gonna suck for a while, but we’re all here for you. I’m here for you.” His thumb rubs circles on the top or your hand, and you smile up at him. 

“Thanks, Wally. I really appreciate it.” Your interconnected hands are grounding you. It’s the first time you’ve felt a semblance of peace since you died. “Do you mind if we sit here for a little bit? It’s quiet, I don’t want to leave yet.” He nods, and the two of you just sit there.

Just like Wally said it would, it gets easier.

You start going to more of the meetings with Mr. Martin, and you actually start participating. It was weird at first - you thought people would make a big deal out of your finding your voice again, but they just smiled, proud of your growth. Wally has been your biggest cheerleader, but they’re all really supportive. Even Rhonda, though she still sports her gloomy demeanor. 

When they fix up the stage and clear the crime scene tape, the school holds your vigil there. Wally is right there with you in the audience, holding your hand while your parents speak. Your theatre teacher speaks too, and talks highly of you. Your brightness, the passion you had for theatre. When she says you had a beautiful voice, that you could’ve been somebody, she directs it at your parents. They agree, it seems. 

There are still days where it's really hard. You retreat back into your shell, refusing to leave the auditorium or speak to anyone. Wally's patience with you is endless, and when you allow him to stay with you, he spends all day cracking jokes to help you feel better.

One day, instead of letting you isolate yourself, he drags you out onto the football field to get some sun. "We don't really need vitamin D anymore, but I really think it'll help. C'mon, the sun on your skin? Wind in your hair? Can't beat that, babe." He leads you out onto the field - one hand clasped in yours and the other holding a backpack.

The pet names are a new thing, but you don't mind it. He'd slipped one day, called you sweetheart, and immediately backtracked and apologized profusely. All you could do was laugh and call him cute.

"Where did you even get that?" you giggle, following him to a spot under a tree near the edge of the field. "Did you steal that from someone?"

He drops your hand to bring it to his own chest, offended at your assumption. "Me? Steal? I can't believe you'd think so lowly of me," he plops onto the grass, patting the spot next to him, "Yeah I totally stole it, emptied it out, and then filled it with a shit ton of snacks and drinks so we could have a picnic out here." He unzips the bag, pulling out at least ten different bags of chips and candy bars.

"This is really sweet, Wally," you can feel your face heat up, though hopefully it'll just look like it's because of the heat. "It's like a date, almost." His head shoots up to look at you, pink dusting his cheeks and ears.

"Y-yeah, if you want it to be. If you think you're ready for that kind of thing." He stutters, a nervous boyish thing. He's the sweetest person ever.

“I am, I think,” you nod while you’re talking, like you’ve made up your mind, “You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met.” Wally ducks his head down, chin meeting his chest. He’s fully blushing now - it’s the cutest thing you’ve seen in a long time. 

“C’mere,” he whispers, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and maneuvering your body so your back is pressed up against his chest, head resting in the space between his head and shoulder, “is this okay?” 

You turn your head to try and look at him, and he angles his towards you. His face is inches from yours, and if you had a heartbeat, it’d be beating wildly right now. You can almost feel it, the pitter patter of it in your chest. Your hand comes up to cradle his cheek, rubbing your thumb over the space under his eye. You nod, and move in to kiss him. 

His lips are so soft, and the way they move in conjunction with yours provides much needed relief. You stay like that for a few minutes, and when you’re done, he rests his forehead against yours. Eyes closed, feeling the gentle breeze sweeping up the hill you’re sitting on. You never had anything like this when you were still alive, the easy conversation and back and forth banter. He’s your new safe space. You don’t have to worry about anything when you’re with him. 

“This is perfect.”

a/n: wally clark is actually so special to me and when i think about him for too long i get very emotional. my shayla. i wrote this in the span of like a day and a half so if there are any mistakes i'm sorry LMAO

“What are we doing again?” Jack asks the room, arms crossed and seeming to blink back from daydreaming.

Deuce shrugs, looking back at Epel's phone before speaking, “Ace was complaining to her that his stomach hurt during gym, then Yuu got all excited about something and just ran off. She'll explain when she comes back.”

“Probably.” Epel snorts, flicking to a new short on his phone.

Ortho hums, tilting his head and trying to pinpoint where she was in the house, “Well, she's still on Ramshackle property, at least. If her trajectored path is anything to go by, she's stopped at Brenda's room.”

Ace perks up, looking up from his own phone, “Ah! Maybe she went to get snacks from her world for us to try again.”

Jack, Deuce, and Sebek all pulled a face. 

Ortho shakes his head, remembering the gift basket of odd-flavored snacks Yuu had given his brother recently as an apology for her continued bullying, “For health concerns, I think we shouldn't do that…”

“I don't know. That red velvet popcorn was kinda good.” Ace muttered.

Sebek immediately moved Ace's legs off of his lap, “You can't be near me-”

Yuu reentered the lounge as a whirlwind, plastic bag in hand as she rummaged around it. “I had a joke before I went to go grab stuff. Oh, Ace, your stomach hurts? What, are you on your period!?” Before any of them could respond, she slapped down a plastic-wrapped square.

…

Epel points at the square while Ace picks it up, “The fuck is that?”

“Weird-looking popcorn packet — why is it soft?”

Deuce snatches the square from Ace, eyes widening at the feel before seeing the small tape keeping it closed.

As it opened, Jack's ears folded back, frowning harshly, “It smells weird…”

“Prefect Yuu, is this a diaper?”

“Small ass diaper…”

“Shut up, it's not a diaper.” Yuu snickers behind her hand.

“What is it then?” Sebek questioned, grabbing the odd slab from Deuce.

“That's a pad. It's what I would have used for my period.”

Sebek all but screams, flinging the pad away from him like it was actually covered in blood.

Ace starts to laugh, pointing at Yuu, “You fucking wore a diaper!?”

“Better than the alternative in my book.”

“Oh yeah, because you were so cool crying and bleeding all over stuff.” He rolls his eyes at her.

She smiles, pulling another item from the grocery bag.

Jack raises an eyebrow, “What, you got lipstick too?”

“Why is it wrapped?” Deuce asks.

Yuu kept smiling, unwrapping and showing them the bright fuchsia device as if it were a lipstick. She pulled one side, a small click sounding in the room. Grabbing Sebek's drink, she pressed down like the object was a syringe. They all watch bewildered as a white cylinder dispenses from one end, each of them quickly yelling as the object absorbs nearly all of Sebek's drink.

“Hello!?”

“What — where'd it go!?”

“What in tarnation!?”

“MY JUICE!?”

“That's a tampon.” Yuu chirps.

Deuce points at the glass, eyes wide at seeing just how much it ballooned, “That goes inside of you!?”

“That's too big!” Jack flushes.

“Well.” Epel slightly shrugs. Nonchalance fading as he picks up the glass to look closer, “Wait, is it not done? How much does this lil sucker hold!?”

“Y'all impressed by the little weak regular strength. A super plus would floor you.”

“There are other sizes than this!?” Ortho snatches the glass from Epel, eyes taking measures of the size difference.

“There's other methods, Ortho.” Yuu's smile turns downright villainous, pulling out a small suction cup-looking item, “Behold: ‘The Cup of Diva's’.”

“What the fuck does that one do?”

“It catches the blood.”

“That seems…uncomfortable. What if you want to wear pants?” Jack shifted on the couch.

“You can wear whatever with this.”

“How? Wouldn't the cup like stick out — ...no.”

Sebek turns to Jack, “What?”

“Jack knows.” Yuu nods her head, nodding faster when Jack started to shake his.

“I don't want to know!”

Epel perks up, eyes wide as he points, “...Wait, that goes inside!?”

“What!?” Deuce stares at the cup, trying to figure out just how the bell-shaped cup comfortably fits inside.

“Stop. Putting shit in there!” Ace yelled, leaning further back into the couch.

“Feminine health! Feminine health!” Yuu cackles, reaching in and throwing wrapped tampons at the semi-horror-struck boys.

feitan is not gonna make it easy for you. he’s never gonna come to bed saying “i want you to fuck me.” instead, he mocks, provokes, makes sarcastic comments—his way of pushing you into dominating him. he’s a textbook brat, proud even when he’s on his knees.

a full-on masochist. he enjoys pain almost as much as pleasure; honestly, he needs you to mix the two. spanking, biting, scratching him raw, burning his skin with rough touches… his body reacts instantly to punishment.

breath control drives him insane. your hand on his throat, squeezing just enough so he feels your dominance, watching him tremble with his face flushed red—it’s the fastest way to shatter his façade.

he hates to admit it, but he loves being tied up. cuffs, ropes, anything. he’ll say “i can get out whenever i want,” but deep down, that helplessness humiliates and excites him like nothing else.

you call him “puppy” or “bratty whore” just to provoke him, and he’ll grit his teeth denying it… but his cock always gives him away.

orgasm control is brutal on him: feitan resists, fights back, insults you… until after the third denial he’s crying, begging in a torn-up voice he would never let the rest of the troupe hear.

the knife is always there. he might even hand it to you himself, with that twisted smile, like saying “go ahead, dare you.” dragging the cold blade over his skin makes him tremble, vulnerable.

semi-public sex: feitan has a fixation with risk. the idea of someone in the troupe overhearing (or worse, walking in) turns him on. he’ll insult you if you suggest it, but still shoves himself into dark corners or leans against the wall like he’s daring you to use him right there.

heavy overstimulation: his pride won’t let him be the first to break, so even when he’s trembling and leaking, he won’t say “enough.” he holds out until he’s wrecked, and honestly, that’s exactly what he wants.

cockwarming wrecks him. he’ll say it’s “a waste of time,” but sitting on your cock, forced to stay still, makes him twitchy and desperate. and the way his body squeezes down unconsciously always gives him away.

huge size kink. feeling smaller, weaker in your hands makes him dizzy. he’s fast and deadly in a fight, but in bed he loves that contrast—being tossed around, manhandled like he weighs nothing. he hates admitting it, but it drives him crazy.

sharp tongue, filthy mouth. even when he’s begging, he won’t stop insulting you. “slow,” “useless,” “you’re boring”—every insult is just a mask for what he really feels. gag him and his body speaks instead: trembling, desperate grinding, quick messy orgasms.

toys and objects break him. at first he laughs when you pull something out, but plugs, vibrators, clamps… they ruin him. he hates the lack of control, but secretly he craves it more than anything.

he won’t say it, but he loves when you finish on him—on his face, chest, marking him. he’ll wipe it off fast with fake annoyance, but in the dark he’ll touch the mess like he wants to remember.

before he cums, he fights, insults, resists. after… he’s different. quiet, pliant, eyes downcast in a way that seems impossible for him. it’s the only time he’ll ever whisper “do whatever you want” without sarcasm.