#innocent-prevert.requests

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Top sugar daddy reader, cuntboy sugar baby character, hybrid bunny character, SMUT, nsfw, age difference?

You stepped out into the chill of the snowy night, your large house loomed behind you, its windows glowing warmly against the dark, but inside, it felt as empty as always. Lighting a cigarette, you inhaled deeply, the smoke curling up to mix with the falling snow. Your life was a monotonous blur of wealth and isolation—money that could buy empires, yet it couldn't spark even a flicker of desire in you. Admirers came and went, men and women alike, drawn to your youthful face and sharp features, but you dismissed them all. Asexual, you figured, since your body rarely stirred, no matter the temptation.

That's when you spotted the huddled figure in the snowdrift near your driveway. At first, it looked human, curled tight against the wind, but as you approached, ears twitched atop a mop of disheveled white hair—rabbit ears, frost-kissed and trembling. A hybrid bunny boy, young and fragile, his small body shivering uncontrollably under threadbare clothes. His furred tail peeked out, matted with ice. You felt sympathy; you couldn't leave him there. Scooping him up gently, his slight weight barely a burden, you carried him inside and laid him on your king-sized bed and wrap him in blankets.

After a while, His ears twitched faintly as consciousness returned. He blinked up at the unfamiliar ceiling, until his gaze shifted to the certain figure. Those wide, amber eyes locked onto you first—fear flickering there as he took in you, still the stranger for him, reading quietly in the armchair nearby. You looked up from your book and adjusted your glasses, book in hand as if this were just another quiet evening.

He bolted upright, ears flattening against his head, but you didn't move, just glanced up with a soft smile. "Easy," you said, voice low and steady. "You're safe here." His gaze darted over you—your strong jaw, the way your shirt hugged your broad shoulders, and the thing he very aware of? The gentleness in your eyes, something in him lingered, curiosity mixing with caution.

Words tumbled out of him in stammers, his voice soft and hesitant. 'W-where... I mean, th-thank you? I... I don't..." You set the book aside, leaning forward slightly but keeping your distance. "It's okay. And I'm just someone who saw you freezing out there. Brought you in to warm up. No strings," answering his fragmented questions without prying. Then you introduced yourself, and as you asked what his name was, "I... I d-don't have one, really. J-just... surviving." His ears flattened against his head, cheeks flushing under the fur as he avoided your eyes. You just nodded as you skipped too personal questions and had some small talks instead since you wanted him to feel comfortable although you didn't know why..

As minutes turned to an hour, his shoulders relaxed, the tension easing from his frame. He sat cross-legged on the bed now, blankets draped around him like a cape, his long ears perking up occasionally as he listened to your easy chatter about the house, the snow, anything neutral. "...yeah, that's how things are. Anyway, where's your place? I could give you a lift." Then, with a sad droop of his ears, he admitted, "I… I don't have anywhere to go. No home."

Your heart twisted, well... not with lust, but a genuine ache for company in this vast, echoing space. "Stay here, then," you offered. "As long as you need. Whatever you want—food, clothes, anything. It's just me rattling around in this big place. Wouldn't mind the company." He blinked, mouth opening to protest, but you smiled—that charming, insistent curve of your lips that made your eyes crinkle. "Really. I'd like it." So... what if he stole? You wouldn't mind it since money was like water to spend for you.

He nodded slowly, almost against his will, a shy flush creeping under his fur. From that night on, you took care of him. Bathed him gently in the oversized tub, the warm water soothing his chilled skin as you washed away the grime without a hint of expectation. Dried his soft fur with plush towels, his body lean and unmarked, ears twitching at your careful touches. You cooked simple meals—steaming soups and fresh veggies that made his eyes light up, "Eat up. No rush." and watched him eat with quiet satisfaction.

Naming him came naturally one evening, as he lounged on the couch in new clothes you'd bought: soft sweaters that hugged his slim form, pants that fit just right over his tail. "How about we call you Theo? Short for Theodore—means 'gift from God.' Fits, doesn't it? You showing up here like that." you suggested, testing it out. He tilted his head, ears flopping cutely, then smiled—a real one, timid but genuine. "Theo… Yeah, I like it. Thank you very much!"

Days blurred into a routine of nurturing. You'd find him curled up in sunbeams filtering through the windows, and you'd bring him hot cocoa, sitting nearby to read while he sipped. Gentle interactions built the trust: a hand on his shoulder when he startled at a noise, your fingers lingering just enough to reassure. He warmed to you, leaning into your side during movie nights, his head resting against your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat. You felt a shift in yourself too—that low spark of interest flickering to life, in the way his presence filled the house with soft sounds and shy laughs.

Nights? As the wind howled outside, Theo ventured into the living room where you sat by the fire, remote in your hand as you were watching TV.

"C-can't sleep," Theo admitted, hovering in the doorway, his bare feet shifting on the rug. He wore one of your old shirts now, too big for his slender frame, hanging off his shoulders and brushing his thighs. The fabric smelled like you—clean, with a hint of cologne that made Theo's nose twitch.

You looked up, patting the couch beside you. "C'mere. Let's get you nice and warm." Theo hesitated, then padded over, sinking into the cushions. You didn't press, just handed him the remote so he could change through channel, fingers brushing lightly in the exchange. The touch was electric, innocent yet stirring something deep in Theo's core—a warmth that spread from his chest downward, unfamiliar and insistent. Then you guys talked in fits and starts. Theo shared bits of his life on the streets, the cold nights, the hunger, his words tumbling out less stuttered as you listened without interruption. In return, you spoke of your own quiet existence—the wealth that bought solitude rather than joy, the admirers who never quite reached you. "Thought life was so boring, you know? Like the world’s stuck on repeat. Until... well, having you here changes things. Makes the house feel alive."

Theo's ears lifted slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips. "R-really? I don't w-want to be a burden."

"Never," you murmured. You shifted closer, not touching, but near enough that Theo could feel the heat radiating from your body. The firelight danced over your face, the way your glasses caught the glow from the television.

As weeks continued, the care deepened. You would draw a bath for Theo after a day of exploring the house, the steam rising in the marble bathroom as you lingered just outside the door. "Need anything? Towels are fresh." Theo would sink into the water, ears floating slightly, his body relaxing under the suds. But thoughts of you—those steady hands, that charming smile—would make his skin tingle, a subtle ache building between his legs, his most sensitive area twitching faintly for the first time in memory.

One afternoon, as snow tapped against the panes, Theo approached you in the study, ears perked nervously. "Thank you… for everything," he whispered, standing close enough that you could smell the faint, clean scent of him. You looked up from your desk and smile. "Anytime, Theo. You're home now." And in that moment, with his hand brushing yours, the big house felt a little less empty.

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Years slipped by in your sprawling home, the snows of that first night long melted into memory. Theo had blossomed under your care, his once-timid frame filling out into the lithe, adult form of a young man—spoiled, yes, but in the best way. You didn't mind the way he'd pout for new clothes or demand your attention during lazy afternoons; seeing him smile, his rabbit ears perking with joy, lit a warmth in your chest you'd never known before. He was like your son, this hybrid bunny you'd rescued, and that bond kept any deeper urges buried deep. Yap, That's what you insisted :)

Yet, doubts nagged at you over time. His chest had rounded out, soft swells pressing against his shirts. Probably just thicker fur, you told yourself, hybrids varied like that. Not that you wanted to see it but you'd never glimpsed his cock, not in all the years of shared baths or casual lounging! As a kit, you just assumed it was hidden in his soft underfur, maybe um... too small to notice, yeah... But as he grew, the way he yanked up those tight pants without a wince, or crossed his legs hard during movie nights without complaint, puzzled you. It almost hurt to watch, a phantom ache you swallowed down, Ouch... that must be hurt, but never voicing your questions. He was your boy; prying felt wrong. You always pushed the impossible thoughts aside as his voice and strength were clearly a male's.

"Daddy." He winced one afternoon while shopping together with you. As you looked at him, he grinned and looped his arm around yours, "Can I buy that?" He pointed eagerly toward the toy shop. You glanced over, then shrugged casually as you pulled some money from your wallet. "Here you go. Buy whatever you want." He clapped his hands as he took the money and leaned up and gave you a peck on your cheek. "Thank you, Daddy!" Then he went into the shop. Of course, you waited nearby, hands tucked into your pockets as you watched people pass by—couples walking side by side, families with kids tugging excitedly at their parents’ sleeves, laughter drifting through the busy hallway. If I could love someone with all of my heart... You sighed.

After a while, a very soft texture touched your cheek. You blinked in confused and looked. Only to see Theo holding two plushie: a bunny one and another similar to you. "Look what I've got! Us!!" He smiled widely as he held up the plushies front of your face, "That's amazing, you have such a good sight, Theo." You smiled as you pat his head. "I love it when you praise me, Daddy..." He glanced up at you through his eyelashes and he was... flushing? Nah... must be cuz of the weather. You chuckled as you pinched his cheek, "Don't be this spoiled, boy. And stop being all cute to make me want to spoil you more." He whined as soon as you pulled back your hand, "Ouch! It's not my fault that I'm naturally adorable... Hmph!" He pouted and crossed his arms, which caused him to be even like a kiddo in your eyes, "Hahah, yeah yeah. It's just my fault that I find you cute. Well... let's go home before dinner." You gently grabbed his wrist and walked towards the exit, not noticing him smiling cuz of your every words that described him. How he love being spoiled to make you see him cute... maybe someone more than just someone you helped, he thought.

One crisp evening, you returned home earlier than usual, the weight of a long workday lifting as you shrugged off your coat. The house felt too quiet—no patter of feet or eager greeting at the door. "Theo?" you called, voice echoing off the high ceilings. No answer. You moved through the rooms, "I'm back!" checking the kitchen, "Where are you, Theo!" and the living area, until a faint, musky scent drifted from upstairs—sweet and urgent, like wildflowers crushed underfoot. It pulled you to his bedroom door, slightly ajar, a sliver of warm light spilling out.

You knocked softly, respecting his space as always. "Theo? Everything okay?" Only a low whine answered, needy and strained, twisting your gut with worry. "I'm coming in," you announced, pushing the door open. The sight hit you like a punch: Theo sprawled naked on his bed, sheets tangled around his ankles, his pale skin slick with sweat. His white furred ears twitched erratically, tail thumping against the mattress. Flushed from ears to tail, he writhed, thighs parted, one hand buried between his legs. But it wasn't a cock he touched—it was a glistening cunt, pink and swollen, folds dripping with arousal as his fingers circled his clit desperately.

Shock froze you. Don't tell me that he is in heat... You'd read about female bunny hybrids entering heat, cycles of insatiable need, but males? Impossible! Yet here he was, panting and moaning, hips bucking into his own touch. And that explained everything—the hidden anatomy, the lack of bulge, the ease in his movements. Your mind reeled, but concern overrode it all. You rushed to his side, dropping to your knees beside the bed. "Theo! What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

His amber eyes snapped to yours, glazed with lust, pupils blown wide. He yanked his hand free, slick fingers glistening, and reached for you instead. "D-Daddy… Ngh, please," he whimpered, voice breaking on a moan. 'It hurts… so hot inside. Need something inside... need you… Hngh!' The words slammed into you, raw and begging. Is he literally begging you to breed him!? Your cock twitched in your pants as memories flooded back—late nights alone, hand wrapped around your shaft, stroking to thoughts of his soft body pressed to yours. But fucking him? You'd fantasized about it in the darkest corners of your mind, imagining sinking into him, claiming what no one else had.

"No, Theo," you rasped, even as your gaze dipped to his exposed pussy, lips parted and weeping. "You... you're like my son… I can't. We need to um... get you help, a doctor or—" But he arched off the bed, ears flopping back, and crawled toward you on all fours, tail wiggling. His nipples hard peaks, and he rubbed against your thigh like a cat in heat, grinding his wet slit along your slacks. "Please, Daddy... I-I've wanted this forever. Touch me… fuck me. I'm yours." His hands fumbled at your belt, desperation in every tug, and when his lips brushed your crotch, inhaling your scent, your resolve cracked. And with a groan, you gave in, what would be wrong with this when it was mutual :)

You lift up by his chin and crushed your mouth to his. He tasted sweet, like honeyed desperation, tongue tangling with yours as you stripped off your shirt. Your hands roamed his body—finally, freely—cupping those soft tits you'd dismissed as fur, thumbs rolling his nipples until he keened. "You seem very sensitive... Virgin perhaps?" you murmured against his neck, nipping the furred skin. He smelled like vanilla and fresh strawberries, a scent that always made your cock twitch. He nodded frantically, grinding his cunt against your thigh. "Only for you." That did it. You shoved him back onto the pillows, shedding your pants, your cock springing free—thick and hard for the first time in years, pre-cum beading at the tip.

You spread his legs wide, kneeling between them, and dragged your tongue along his slit in one long lick. He bucked, crying out as you lapped at his folds, sucking his clit into your mouth. "A-AH! Daddy! T-Too much but... Hngh! Yes!" His juices coated your chin, tangy and addictive, as you plunged two fingers inside—tight, so fucking tight, walls clenching like a vice. He came fast, the first orgasm ripping through him, pussy spasming as he squirted onto your hand, ears trembling.

Not enough. You flipped him onto his stomach, ass up, tail quivering. "Gonna breed this little cunt," you growled, aligning your cock and thrusting in deep. "AhH! too big... Mmh! too good!" He screamed in pleasure, virgin barrier giving way as you bottomed out, balls slapping his furred thighs. You fucked him rough, hips snapping, one hand fisting his ears while the other pinched his clit. He came again, harder, milking your shaft until you couldn't hold back—pulling out to flip him over, shoving back in missionary to watch his face as you pumped rope after rope of cum into his womb. "Take it, boy. All of it."

The night blurred into rounds. You took him against the headboard, his legs wrapped around your waist as you pounded in deep, his tits bouncing with each thrust. He rode you next, sinking onto your cock reverse cowgirl, grinding his ass back while you slapped it red. Orgasms tore through him—three, four, more—his pussy gushing each time, soaking the sheets. You bent him over the dresser, fucking him from behind while he watched in the mirror, tears of ecstasy streaming down his face. By dawn, you'd filled him thrice, cum leaking from his stretched hole, and he collapsed against you, spent and sated, heat finally easing.

Morning light filtered in, and Theo stirred shyly in your arms, cheeks pink as he nuzzled your chest. "I… I've fantasized about you for years," he admitted softly, fingers tracing your jaw. "Being yours like this. Spoiled and fucked." You smiled, pulling him closer, your cock already stirring at the thought. "Then that's what you'll get. My goldie bunny." From then on, it was official: days of pampering, feeding him treats and cuddling on the couch, his head in your lap as you stroked his ears. Nights? You wrecked him—tying his wrists to breed him slow and deep, or pinning him down to rut like animals, his begs echoing through the house. He clung openly now, spoiled rotten, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Bonus (cuz I can't stop my dirty mind anymore!!)

You pull up to the luxurious penthouse in your sleek black car, the city lights twinkling below like stars. It's been a long day at the office, but the thought of your Theo waiting for you melts away the stress. He's been your sugar baby for months now. You've got to notice more about him, the way his long floppy ears twitch at every sound and the way his fluffy white tail wags when he's excited. He's all yours, utterly devoted.

As the elevator dings open to your floor, you step inside and spot him immediately. Theo bounces over from the couch, he is wrapped in a skimpy pink lingerie set you bought him last week. The lace barely covers his perky chest, and the thong rides high on his hips, accentuating the curve of his ass. His bunny ears perk up straight, and he lets out a delighted squeak, launching himself into your arms.

"Daddy! You're home!" he chirps, nuzzling his face into your neck. You wrap your arms around his waist and pull him close. "Missed you, bunny," you murmur, your hands sliding down to squeeze his plush cheeks. He giggles, grinding his hips against your growing bulge. "I made dinner, but… I think I want dessert first."

You chuckle, carrying him effortlessly to the bedroom. The king-sized bed is piled high with pillows and blankets, just how he likes it—cozy and nest-like. You lay him down gently, but he tugs at your shirt, his big doe eyes sparkling with mischief. "Take it off, Daddy. I want to feel you."

You oblige, stripping off your clothes while he watches, biting his lip. Your cock springs free, hard and throbbing, already leaking pre-cum at the sight of him. Theo crawls forward on all fours, his tail wiggling, and kneels before you. He wraps his small hands around your shaft, stroking slowly, his tongue darting out to lick the tip.

"Mmm, you taste so good," he whispers, before taking you into his mouth. His lips stretch around your girth as he bobs his head, sucking eagerly. You groan, threading your fingers through his soft hair, careful not to tug his ears too hard as he's sensitive there. He hums around you, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. Saliva drips down his chin as he takes you deeper, gagging slightly but pushing on, his eyes watering with effort.

"That's my good bunny," you praise, and he preens, his tail fluffing up. You can't wait any longer. Pulling him off with a wet pop, you guide him back onto the bed. he spreads his legs wide, revealing his slick pussy, already glistening with arousal. The sight makes your mouth water.

You dive in, lapping at his folds with broad strokes of your tongue. Theo moans, his hips bucking up as you suck on his t-dick, flicking it with the tip of your tongue. "N-Ngh... Daddy! R-right there!" His thighs quiver around your neck, soft fur tickling your cheeks, trapping your head. You slide two fingers inside him, curling them to hit that spot that makes her cry out. He's so wet and tight, clenching around you as you pump them in and out.

He comes undone quickly, his body arching off the bed, a high-pitched whine escaping his lips as his pussy spasms. Juices flood your mouth, and you drink him down, loving every drop. As he trembles through the aftershocks, you climb up his body, positioning your cock at his entrance.

"Mmh... yes, Daddy. F-fuck me," he begs, his ears flopping back while glancing up at you through his eyelashes. Oh, that gaze... You thrust in slowly, savoring the way his walls grip you like a vice. He's perfect—hot, velvety, made for you. Once you're buried to the hilt, you start moving, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm.

Lila wraps his legs around your waist, his nails digging into your back as he meets every thrust. "Ah! Ah! Haa! H-Harder! I need you sooooo... deep!!" You oblige, pounding into him with more force, the bed creaking under you. His breasts bounce with each slap of skin on skin, and you lean down to capture a nipple in your mouth, sucking hard while you fuck him senseless.

The room fills with his moans and your grunts, the wet sounds of your cock sliding in and out of his pussy. He clenches around you, chasing another orgasm, and you feel your own building, balls tightening. "Cum with me, bunny. Argh! Show me how much you love my dick. Show Daddy how much you enjoy getting fucked," you growl, reaching between you to rub his t-dick.

He shatters first, screaming your name as his pussy milks you. The sensation pushes you over the edge, and you bury yourself deep, flooding him with hot spurts of cum. You both collapse in a sweaty, satisfied heap, his ears twitching lazily against your chest.

"I love you, Daddy," he murmurs sleepily, cuddling closer. You kiss the top of his head, stroking his tail.

What happens when your cuntboy bestfriend is too obsessed with you and find out that you are also unhealthily obsessed with him?

Yandere Top!male reader, yandere cuntboy, SMUT, nsfw, stalk-ish? yandere x yandere, multiple rounds and positions of sex.

The evening sun dipped low, casting a warm glow through the windows of your house as your bestfriend, Ben, and you lounged on the couch. He'd been extra clingy today, insisting you to open his water bottle even though it twisted with a flick of his wrist, and whining until you gave him that piggyback ride from school to your house. His light bag? Yeah, you carried that too, just to feel his arms wrap around your neck, his soft body pressing against your back. You didn't mind—hell, You loved it. fucking too love it! Ben was your obsession, your childhood crush, and the way he flushed and squirmed when you got too close 'innocently' made your cock twitch every time.

But tonight, something shifted. You'd been chatting with the neighbor girl outside, nothing serious, just polite talk. Ben had watched from the porch, his cute face twisting into a pout. Now, inside, he confronted you, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his voice a mix of whine and accusation. "Why were you talking to her?" He whined, his voice pitching higher with each word. "You know she's always flirting with you. And you just... let her!" His cheeks burned red, eyes glistening like he might cry, looking up at you through those long lashes. At barely chest-height to you, he was the picture of vulnerable temptation. God, he was adorable like this, all pouty and possessive.

You leaned against the kitchen counter, pretending to be oblivious, though your heart raced at how close he was to breaking. His huge breasts heaved with every frustrated breath, straining against his tight shirt, and you could already imagine the way his plump ass would jiggle if you bent him over right there, god, it was breaking you. The way his lips trembled, the subtle jiggle of his heavy breasts under his shirt as he huffed—it was too much. But you held back, smirking down at him. "Come on, Benny. It's not a big deal. She's just a neighbor." He stomped his foot lightly, his eyes glistening like he might cry. That did it—the vulnerability in his gaze, the way his body leaned toward me instinctively, begging for attention without words. You couldn't pretend anymore. While he rambled on about you getting too close to girls, you grabbed his slender wrist, firm but not bruising, and pulled him toward your bedroom. He stumbled after you, surprise flickering in his eyes. "W-what's going on? W-wait, what are you—?" he started to ask, but you didn't let him finish.

The door clicked shut behind you, you spun him around and pinned him against the wall, your larger frame caging his smaller one.  His breath hitched, eyes wide as saucers, but before he could protest, Your mouth crashed onto his in a fierce, passionate kiss, your tongue pushing past his soft lips to claim his mouth, tasting the sweetness of his surprise, devouring those soft lips you'd fantasized about for years. He froze for a split second, wide-eyed, then melted into you, kissing back with desperate eagerness, his tongue shyly tangling with yours. His hands clutched your shirt, pulling you closer as you ground your hips against his, pressing flush to yours, those massive breasts squishing against your chest, and you could feel the heat radiating from his core, feeling the heat from his plump cunt through your clothes.

Your hands roamed under his shirt, worshipping his soft, fuckable body, fingers tracing the smooth skin of his sides before cupping his heavy, huge milky breasts, thumbs circling the hardening nipples until milk beaded at the tips, overflowing your palms, soft and full, nipples already hardening into peaks as you squeezed. He gasped into your mouth, arching as you squeezed and kneaded the full mounds, pinching the sensitive peaks. "O-Oh… ah!" Ben whimpered, his body trembling, his hips bucking forward instinctively. You broke away just enough to yank his shirt up and over his chest, exposing those glorious breasts—pale skin stretched taut over their weight, veins faintly visible beneath, begging to be sucked. "Fuck, Ben," you growled, dipping your head to latch onto one nipple, sucking hard while your hand kneaded the other. Milk leaked from the tip, warm and sweet on your tongue as you bit down gently, making him arch off the wall with a cry. You slid your free hand lower, dipping into his pants to find his plump, juicy cunt already soaked, lips swollen and slick. Your fingers parted the folds, rubbing his clit in firm circles while two digits plunged into his tight heat. Ben's legs shook, his small hands fisting your hair as he moaned loudly. "Ah—oh god, please..."

He came fast the first time, walls clenching around your fingers as he cried out, juices gushing over your hand. But you didn't stop—pumping harder, curling to hit that spot inside him while your mouth latched onto his neck, sucking marks into the pale skin. Your thumb pressing his clit until he shattered again, body trembling as he squirted onto the floor. Pulling your fingers free, you licked them clean while staring into his dazed eyes. "You think I don't know what you've been up to, Benny?" You murmured against his ear, voice rough with lust. "How you sneak into my room and sniff my used clothes? Burying your face in my dirty shirts, inhaling my scent while you touch yourself."

His face flushed crimson, like a ripe tomato, eyes widening in shock. "H-how…how do you know?" he stammered, voice barely a whisper, even as his hips bucked against your hand, his body betrayed him, nipples pebbling harder under your gaze. chasing another orgasm.

You chuckled darkly and stripped him slowly, peeling off his shirt to expose those massive breasts, milk leaking in thin streams down his chest. Your pants hit the floor next, cock springing free, thick and veined, pre-cum beading at the tip. You lifted him effortlessly, carrying him to the bed and laying him down, His big, round ass jiggled as he landed on his back, legs spreading wide to reveal that virgin pussy, pink and dripping. "How? About how you rub that needy cunt against my pillow while you finger that tight little cunt to pictures of me? Spreading your legs wide, so close to letting my image claim your pussy." You positioned yourself between his thighs, rubbing your cockhead along his dripping slit.

Ben's breath hitched, his big round ass jiggling as he squirmed. "You… you saw the photos? The ones I sent by... accident?" His voice was a shy whisper, but his eyes burned with need.

"Yeah, baby. The naked ones you 'accidentally' sent—your tits out, pussy spread wide, and never deleted from the chat. I jerked off to them every night." With that, you thrust into his virgin pussy, stretching the plump walls inch by inch. He was so tight, so wet, gripping you like a vice as you bottomed out, balls slapping against his ass. Ben's back bowed, a scream tearing from his throat as you continue thrusting in, his walls fluttering around you. He moaned your name loudly—too loud it echoed off the walls—"Ah! Yes, fuck me!'—so you clamped your larger hand over his mouth, muffling the cries. Your other hand gripped his breast roughly, pinching and twisting the nipple until milk sprayed out, coating his chest. You pounded into him relentlessly, feeling his pussy milk your shaft with every thrust, his ass cheeks slapping against your thighs.

You fucked him deep and steady at first, hips snapping to claim every bit of his virginity. "I've been stalking you for too long, Ben. Watching you from the shadows, knowing every dirty secret." You confessed, starting a brutal rhythm, hips slamming forward to bury your cock balls-deep. "For years. You're mine, Ben. Always have been." His eyes rolled back, muffled moans vibrating against your palm as he came again, pussy spasming around your cock, milking you dry. But you held back, flipping him onto his hands and knees for the next round. You gripped his jiggling ass cheeks, spreading them to watch your cock plunge into his cunt, the lips gripping obscenely. smacking that jiggling ass until it reddened. "Tell me, Ben. How long have you wanted this? Wanted me to claim that virgin hole?"

Ben gasped when you let him speak, 'I've wanted this forever,' voice breaking and pushing back onto your cock to meet your thrusts. "Yearning to get fucked by you, dreamed of you fucking me, breeding me… to have you claim my virginity. Please, don't stop—your cock feels so good stretching my pussy!" He bubbled like a slut, words spilling out between moans. "I love how you fuck me— so deep, so rough! Suck my breasts, bite them… yes, like that!"

You obliged, pulling him up against your chest, one hand mauling a breast while your mouth latched onto the other, sucking hard on the nipple, teeth grazing the areola as milk flooded your tongue. He came twice more in that position, body shaking, but you weren't done. You laid him on his back, legs over your shoulders, pounding into his pussy until it was red and swollen. Then you pulled out, slick with his cream, and pressed against his tight ass, easing in slowly. "Gonna fuck this hole too," You growled, and he nodded frantically, begging for it. You lubed up with his own juices before pushing into that tight ring, making him wail into the pillow as you reamed him deep.

Round after round, you took him—missionary with his legs over your shoulders, reverse cowgirl where he bounced on my cock, his breasts slapping against his chest; doggy with your hand fisting his hair; sideways while sucking bruises into his neck, even standing with him impaled on you against the headboard. Each time, he admitted more: how he'd fantasized about you breeding him, how his obsession matched yours. How he threaten those girls who dared to talk to you. His body shook violently, pussy and ass clenched around you, cumming endlessly, juices soaking the sheets.  milk leaking from his tits as you bit and sucked them raw, just how he liked. "Ah-hah! I love how you fuck me," he babbled, voice hoarse and slutty, like a bitch in heat. "S-Suck my breasts harder—bite them! Fill me up, make me yours! Hnghhh!!!"

Finally, after he'd climaxed so many times his voice was hoarse, Ben was a wrecked mess, legs trembling, but his eyes burned with hunger, he still craved more. "Please… let me worship you," he begged, sliding down your body. His massive breasts enveloped your cock, the soft, milky flesh squeezing as he tit-fucked you, squeezing them together, sliding up and down your length, tongue flicking out to lap at the tip each time it emerged on every upstroke. He sucked the head into his warm mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he bobbed, slurping greedily while his hands pumped the shaft. "Cum in my mouth… over my chest. Mark me!" he begged around your shaft, voice muffled and desperate.

You couldn't hold back—thrusting between his breasts, then deep into his throat as ropes of hot cum erupted, painting his tongue and filling his mouth until it overflowed, dripping down to coat his heaving tits. He swallowed what he could, licking his lips with a satisfied moan.

The One Shot

What happens when your bully, secretly a cuntboy and only you both know it, wants all of... YOU?

Top!male nerd reader, secret!power bottom!tsudere!bully!tsudere-ish!cuntboy, SMUT, nsfw, enemies to lovers?

Yesterday, I screwed up cuz I wasn't reading the names right. So I'm fixing now. Sorry again, dear anons requester 🙏🏻.

Btw, the same but still different plot of Revenge via Degradation (Pt 3)

The next day after every night session, Jack had a habit of scooping up your cum leaking from his holes, sometime he drunk it, other time he clenched it inside so he could feel you in his womb while dreaming about you too.

At school, where he gathered with his buddies, he always talked bad things about you cuz he um... disliked you, okay? He didn't really like tasting your name on his tongue, he was in love with hated you. His buddies bad mouthed about you too, until one said, "Do you guys know that he has a girlfriend? I saw him laughing with her yesterday in the library." Jack only heard the first sentence and froze for a moment. What? His nerd has a girlfriend? No... that can't be. His breathes got faster and heavier, his buddies also noticed him. "Dude, what's wron—"

"Do you know where that nerd is now?" His eyes were wild and unfocused because of that one rumour of You having a girlfriend. "Bro, clam down... maybe we could just find him later and—"

"Just Fucking answer YES or NO!" The whole team stratled and shook their head. Jack didn't say anything else anymore and walked away from the place and rushed into the restroom. He couldn't think of anything whether it was true or not but somehow, he found himself fucking his desperate pussy, three fingers deep. His other hand playing his hypersensitive tit, milk spraying everywhere. "Y/N, Haa! Mph! Fuck you! Ahh! Y-Y/N!" He groaned while cursing You—literally moaning your name, he just didn't want to admit yet so let him be that way :). And as his fingers pressed against his g-spot, he cummed for a second time while moaning your name out lewdly loud. But he was still not satisfied cuz they were neither your longer and thicker fingers nor your dick. He had to find you and make you his completely, no one can take you away from him... he would plan to.

In the evening when everyone went home, he drunk a bottle of alcohol and once he was sure himself that he was drunk, he walked straight towards your dorm early that night than usual, thinking of how he would make you fuck him.

He snuck into your room, which was normal like usual things, and raided your room to find the invidence of 'your girlfriend'. Finding none somehow relieved him but he couldn't still be satisfied, he had to make sure that it was only you and him in this relationship. Only then he realized that he didn't see you, he was kinda panic, Were you with your girlfriend? Did you just forget that he came here every night? His drunk head wasn't thinking clearly and he nearly cried until he heard a loud creak and there his secret beloved nerd stand only in a towel, aka you :).

You nearly screamed, "W-Why are you here early?! Aren't you suppose to come here hours later?!" You stammered as you covered your torso with your arms. He was immediately drawn by the sight: your good looking lean torso even without muscles, your usual comb hair falling messy over your clean forehead. He blinked and quickly wipe his tear that nearly dropping from his eyes, nearly smiled because you were still there, "I... I come whenever I want to! None of you business!" Then he stumbled towards you like a drunk he was and fell into your smaller yet stronger arms. "Carry me... to your bed, or I'll split you into two." He buried deep into your neck and mumbled against it, not letting you know how his desperate pussy is aching just by your scent mixed with soap and something unique about you. "C-Carry you? But you are heavy!" You complained although you found yourself bringinng him towards your bed because you didn't want to be split. Seriously?! He sprwaled on your bed like his own and pretend to be asleep, hoping you would take adventage of him since he wasn't wearing anything underneath his single upper clothes cuz... he was kinda feeling hot, that's what he insisted himself, If you know, then you know. You sighed at the sight before you and walked away, that kinda made him confused and nervous, you were going away to get a condom, right? But as seconds passed, he eventually fell asleep into his dream, where you were taking him roughly like a slut he was.

In the next morning, his eyes opened slowly, only to see him tucked nicely in warm blanket and clothed well. He felt surprised and somehow... other mixed feeling that he refused to name. Then he jolted awake and immediately pressed his crotch, hoping the sensation of being fucked but only felt his own cum from his wet dream. What the hell!? He was confused as he ploped back on the bed, sprawling on it. Why didn't you fuck him and fill him up?! Why didn't you take advantage of his state?! He looked around to find you, only to see a glass of water and a pill on the nightstand beside the bed. Only then he fully awared that you were thoughtful with his drunken state, "Damn it, stupid Y/N. As if he cared me" he really hoped it tho, denying that you were so caring and nice, jealous of your 'girlfriend'. He sat up again and take the pill, and frowned as he promised himself, "If you didn't fuck me, I'll fuck your dick with my cunt then."

Then here we go! Our protagonist, who are you thinking of? It is YOU, you walked in, in apron, and saw him up awake, "Oh hey, good morning. Didn't know that you are already awake. How are you feeling now?" he was drawn by the sight before, you in apron, waking him up and offering breakfast, as if you were his husband! "Would you like having breakfast or— eh... EH?!" You trailed of at the sight of him getting out of the bed and taking off his pants, just before you could ask, he pounced onto you, pinned you down while straddling your hips. "H-Hey! You— argh! Stop moving your hips!" You gasped as you could feel him grinding his bare pussy against your growing bulge, his eyes already rolling back slightly at the familiar sensation.

"Why didn't you fuck me last night? Is there a reason? did you know how long it took to prepare myself?!" He unbuckled your belt and before you managed to struggle, he pinned your yours above you and tied them with the belt while you could only watch the speed. "What are you talking about?! Why should I fuck you?!" You gluped and glanced up at him and surprise! His eyes filled with tears as he slammed hard your shoulders "Is that because you forgot you enough with one hole?! Is it because I am a guy? Is it.. Is it because of your girlfriend?!" He sobbed loudly and cried out. You were even confused What? Girlfriend? What girlfriend? And why the fuck is he crying like a stupid kiddo?

What do you mean?" You were totally blinked curiously. He cried even louder, "Shut up! I hate you. I hate you for lying, I hate you for having girlfriend behind my back! I hate you for... for making he feel things I Hate!!" He furiously unzipped your pants and pull out your cock, limp and soft but huge as usual, totally opposite of your cute face. Your eyes widen, "W-Wait! We still have to go to school! We would be—Argh! Hey! be gentle with my dick!" He gripped your cock and stroke it "Fuck the school and quit acting like you're still a vingin. Skipping school a day wouldn't kill you, but not fucking me a day would end your life." He threaten as he rubbed his soft and wet folds along the length, back and forth, "Mmph, haa! So big... NGh! So... fucking disguesting—Hngh!!" He moaned as he was too closed to cumming just by rubbing his slit against your warm length. You gasped as your cock woke up from its dream because of the warmness of Jack's folds. "Finally... time to warm this thing up," before you could protest, he slammed down on your cock and throw his head back due to the familiar sensation. "F... Fuck... YES! Fuck my pussy, you dildo. feel how much I am better than her!" he continued bouncing on your cock, breasts also bouncing wildly, him also getting louder with each slamming down. You tried not to give in, but Fuck! His hole was squeezing too tight that your cock could be cut off, maybe skipping school just for a day wouldn't hurt anything like he said, right? "Tits... my tits, play with them! S-Suck on them! Haa-Ngh!" He cupped a full hand of breast and forced it into your mouth, yeah, you were forced, really forced that you sucked the tit greedily and drank up his natural milk while your tied hands played with his other side. The room was filled with his loud screams. He bounced desperately and eagerly as he could feel your cock twitching in his hungry pussy, "You... you cumming? Y-yes! Cum inside me... Give me your seed! Your child!! H-Hngh!!!" He arched his back as you filled him up, both his eyes and yours rolled back intensely. after a moment, you both were panting. As you nearly faded out, you could feel him carrying you up and throwing you onto your bed, "Don't sleep yet, it's still early and your dick is still awake." He turned around as he respresented his rounded ass and cum-filled pussy and winking anus, too close to your face. "Come on, eat up my pussy and taste your own cum." Before you could shake your head weakly, he pressed down his ass and moaned loudly as he could feel your mouth lips against his cunt lips, "L-Lick it, out your tongue and —Hngh!" He covered his mouth and his eyes rolled back intensely as your tied hands spread his ass cheeks and your tongue explored his pussy. F-Fuck, I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming! He moaned occasionally and leaned forward as he worship you cock with his huge breasts and lick the tip, of course, he was excatly not planning to cum alone first. His pussy is getting too wet that it smeared your nose and chin, oh god, your moans were vibrating in his pussy, that felt too good! He pressed his breasts tighter and suck your cock harder, "Cum, you nerd... fill my mouth with your seed!" As if you obliged, you finished in his mouth, and as if he were waiting for this, he cummed all over your face. He sat up, still savouring the hypersensation as he ground on your face. A few minutes later, he turned back around and straddled your face, sandwishing your head between his thick thighs, his pussy rubbing against your chin and breasts just above your face as he was leaning in. He smeared his cum all over your face and licked it, enjoying the view, What a beautiful sight: your face marked with his cum, you finally stammer out, "P-Please... untie me." His thighs sandwiched your face even tighter, "Why should I? You could run awa—"

"Please! I'm... I'm not fully done yet." He blinked, once. Twice. Then glance back over his should and lustful eyes locked on your twitching hard cock, he wasn't done either, so he untie you. Then as you guys, the YOU you, excepted, the protagonist you fucked him on the bed properly until his voice horsed cuz he was screaming too loud due to the intense pleasure.

Till the evening closed her deep blue tent, you filled him up for the last time. The bed was a mess of cum and sweat and saliva. You guys were tired but somehow... satisfied. Of course, you guys must cuz you guys had been fucking all the night non-stop! "Umm... First of all, Thank you for assuming that I have a girlfriend." You ploped on the bed beside him, he looked up while having a hard time opening his eyes, "Secondly, I don't know who said that I had a girlfriend but I really don't have one. You know how I'm always busy with my books!" he realized that you were explaining what he misunderstood and he kind felt happy that you were explaining him like he was your boyfriend, "Well, if so, then be it," and he immediately cuddled with you and held you like koala. You'd left him alone last night, but he wouldn't let you go now.

"Um... what am I to you that you clingy too much onto me?" You mumbled while eyes closed, holding him intensively, he nuzzled into your neck and murmured against it, "You're... You're just my... dildo! yeah, dildo," You just smiled and fell asleep after just nodding, not hearing what he thought in his head, he wanted you to be the other way round...

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Extra

What happens when a cute cuntboy was gifted to you because you an ancient dragon who destroy villages for fun and everyone wants to stop it then he falls for you just at first sight?

Requested, Top!male dragon reader, wifey cuntboy, no SMUT yet? still nsfw

The procession wound through the mist-shrouded mountains, a solemn parade of silk-draped figures under the watchful eyes of the village elders. Oliver walked at the forefront, his lithe body swathed in flowing white robes that clung to his curves like a lover's whisper. At eighteen, he was the epitome of the sacrificial ideal—soft, yielding, with heavy breasts that strained against the fabric, their milky fullness a testament to the special genes that marked him as chosen. His plump cunt throbbed faintly with nervous anticipation beneath the layers, hidden but ever-present, while his big round ass jiggled with each step, drawing admiring glances from his entourage of servant brides.

These other girls, now demoted to his attendants, trailed behind in simpler garments, their eyes downcast but filled with a mix of envy and relief. They had trained alongside him, learning the arts of devotion: how to kneel gracefully, how to prepare offerings of fruit and incense, how to whisper prayers to the dragon's chaotic spirit. But sex? That forbidden knowledge had been withheld, a mystery wrapped in superstition. No one dared speculate on the dragon's desires, lest they invite his wrath. Oliver's mind, molded by years of gentle brainwashing, accepted this fully—his purpose was to serve, to love, to sate the beast with his very soul.

The lair loomed ahead, a cavernous maw carved into the sheer cliff face, its entrance framed by jagged obsidian spikes that gleamed like teeth in the fading light. Torches flickered as the group entered, the air thick with the scent of ancient stone and something wilder, more primal—musk and smoke intertwined. Oliver's heart pounded, a drumbeat of conditioned adoration. He had been taught to envision the dragon as his eternal mate, his god, his everything. Now, the moment had arrived.

From the depths emerged a figure that stole the breath from every soul in the chamber. You, the ancient dragon, manifested not as a scaled monstrosity but in a human form of breathtaking scale and allure. Ultra-tall, towering at least twice the height of any man, your body was a masterpiece of otherworldly perfection—broad shoulders tapering to a chiseled waist, limbs corded with effortless power, skin like polished marble veined with faint iridescent scales that shimmered in the torchlight. Your face was a symphony of sharp angles and full lips, eyes glowing with chaotic gold that pierced straight to the core. Long, flowing hair cascaded like midnight silk, and between your thighs hung a massive cock, thick and veined even in repose, a promise of the ruinous pleasure you could unleash.

Oliver's knees buckled at the sight, his heavy breasts heaving as he dropped to the cool stone floor in reverence. A rush of heat flooded his body, centering in his plump, juicy cunt, which clenched and wept with sudden, aching need. This was love—brainwashed, yes, but no less real in its intensity. His dark eyes lifted, wide and worshipful, locking onto yours. "My lord… my dragon," he whispered, voice trembling with devotion. The servants knelt behind him, murmuring their own oaths, but Oliver's world narrowed to you alone. He crawled forward on hands and knees, robes slipping to expose the swell of his milky tits, nipples hardening in the cavern's chill. "I am yours, as I was born to be. Command me, and I will serve with every breath, every inch of my body."

Your presence filled the lair like a storm held in check, chaotic energy humming just beneath the surface. The air grew thicker, charged with the potential for indulgence. Oliver's ass swayed invitingly as he approached, his cunt lips parting slickly under the thin fabric, begging without words for the claiming that his lessons had only hinted at in dreams.

To be continued.....

(ONE SHOT)

What happens when you fell in love for the first time for a nerd who is hard to get?

REQUESTED, Top!male (playboy) reader, (mute?) nerdy character, No SMUT, sfw, love at first sight, slow burn, past of trauma? Kinda long?

Sunlight hit him just right. He was reading, brows slightly furrowed, lips moving silently as if sounding out words only he could hear. A strand of hair slipped into his face, and he pushed it back absentmindedly with ink-stained fingers. Something in your chest just… stopped. "Okay, you can do this. Just wak there and talk, that's all" You cheered up yourself and walked over immediately, not knowing that it was a big mistake. The moment your shadow crossed his desk, he stiffened. His wide eyes flicked up, and recognition flashed there. Wariness, of course. "Um.. hey, I bought—" He packed his things in under ten seconds and left. You stood there holding two milk cartons like an idiot. Damn... again?!

The least one you wanted to be ignored by was... Him, your nerdy crush who never talked while other popped up about their endless daily life. You had always noticed your crush daily's life.

He always alone sat by the window every lunch period. A slim figure wrapped in oversized sweaters that swallowed his hands, fluffy pants that covered his feet, headphones resting around his neck though no music ever seemed to play. His hair framed his face like he was hiding behind it, eyes constantly lowered toward notebooks filled with tiny, precise handwriting. Just like how you first saw him. He was somehow awfully quiet so you asked everyone about him. Mute, people said. Weird, others added. Hard to approach as you found out. Impossible to get close to defined him. And You? Fell in love before you even knew his name and the reason.

So you learned quickly about him: how he avoid crowds, how loud voiced made him tense. How unexpected touched made him flinch. And unfortunately, you represent everything he dislike :) Cuz you were former playboy, yeah that's how people described you. But still you tried again. Since you'd notice the pattern, instead of sitting across from him, you placed a small strawberry milk with a note—keep up! From Y/N BD—on the corner of his usual desk and walked away without speaking. After class, you rushed to the library but found neither him or the milk, but the corner of your eyes saw the empty carton sat neatly folded beside the trash can. Progress!

Communication evolved into notes during second week. You started it um.. accidentally? A sticky note happened to um.. slided beside his notebook before class. Hi. I promise I won’t bother you. Just wanted to say your outfits are cool! :D The next day, the sticky note returned. Underneath your handwriting was smaller, neater writing: …thank you. You nearly shout a scream in joy as you nearly framed it.

You learned his name from the attendance list but never said it aloud. Instead, you waited for him to write it himself. He finally did during group work, pushing a notebook toward you. You can call me Ren. You blinked in confused as you glanced ovee, he glanced away as he quickly wrote another note, You've told me your name on that carton, I still haven't tell you my name yet Than you smiled, softer than a usual grin, the one reserved for cameras and crowds. “Okay,” you said gently. “Hi, Ren.” He stared at you, then nodded once and turn his head away cuz you were still staring at him. Only back home, you scream in your and roll over your bed. "He told me his name!! Oh My God, That's so CUTE!!!" Even your parent were confused and glance over at you occasionally cuz you were smiling the whole time, "Um... hon? I think our son need to see a therapy," spoke between your parents.

One unfortunate day, you overheard someone laughing near the lockers. “Why’s he hanging around Ren? Probably a bet.” and other agreeing, “Yeah, give it a week.” The words hit harder than expected. You gritted your teeth and couldn't think of anything. but... Ren... You searched him immediately and found Ren later outside, sitting under a tree, sketchbook balanced on his knees. "Hey... um, doing well? Hahah..." He didn’t look at you when you approached. Instead, he tore a page from his notebook and handed it over. You don’t have to pretend anymore. Your chest tightened. "I’m not pretending, Ren..." He stared at you, expression unreadable. Another note. You dated half the school... You scratched the back of your neck. Fair... "Yeah... I did." His shoulders sank slightly as he was excepting the denial. You sat on the grass — not too close — leaving space between you. "I admit that liked them," you admitted. "But I never… stayed. It was temporary since they were too annoying." You hesitated, searching for words that didn’t sound like lines. "Seeing you was quiet," you said finally. "And I realized that... I really like you... no, I love you." Ren’s pencil stilled. Wind rustled the pages between you. He wrote again slowly. Nice words. Like how people lie when they want something. You narrowed your eyes in determination and nodded. "Then I guess I’ll just keep showing up until you decide whether I’m lying or not." He smiled faintly as he tossed a note before standing up and walking away. You read the note which said, Then try. And you smiled as you keep the note.

It poured after classes one afternoon, students rushing out under shared umbrellas. Ren stood beneath the awning alone, clutching his bag, clearly waiting for the rain to stop. You peek from the corner, debating whether you should go to him or not, but approached carefully anyway and held out an umbrella, placing it within reach instead of directly offering it. He hesitated. Looked at you. Then at the umbrella. You stand still and act natural but what you thought yourself was, "See? Stupid Y/N, your intelligence never chases his amaze." Finally, he stepped closer. Close enough that your shoulders almost touched. You didn’t speak although your brain was screaming with joy, "God, he's now beside me! Wish I could hold him." But you didn’t move closer. Just walked beside him at his pace. Halfway down the street, his sleeve brushed yours. He didn’t pull away. Your heart nearly exploded.

Weeks later, during lunch, you arrived late to find something waiting at your usual seat. A neatly packed lunch box with a note—You always bring me drinks. Another line underneath, written smaller. I think… I trust you a little. You sat down slowly, reading it again and again. As soon as you were done keeping the note in your backpack, you ran through the hall and rush to the cafeteria. Across the cafeteria, Ren watched you nervously. You didn’t wave dramatically or call attention. You simply smiled, and mouthed: “Eat together?” His cheeks turned pink instantly. He ducked his head, but this time he didn’t leave as you approached.

You never forgot that crowds were Ren’s enemy. And You learned that during a school festival. Music blasted from speakers, students shouted over games, laughter bounced everywhere. Ren stayed just beside you at first, but as the noise slowly overwhelmed him, his grip on your sleeve tightened. His breathing grew shallow.You noticed instantly. “Hey,” you murmured, leaning closer so only he could hear you through the noise. “Too much?” A tiny nod. You didn’t ask questions as you just gently guided him away from the crowd, one hand hovering near his back without touching until he leaned into it himself. Behind the gym was quiet, only wind and distant noise. Ren exhaled shakily. You shrugged off your jacket and draped it over his shoulders. He looked up, surprised. "Barrier," you smiled softly as you explained. "Helps sometimes. Trust me" He clutched the sleeves, grounding himself in your warmth. After a moment, he tapped your arm and showed you his phone. I do. And... thank you for noticing. You smiled. Without thinking, he leaned forward, forehead resting lightly against your shoulder. You froze, then you pressed you lips to hold on the overjoyed smile. And carefully, slowly, you rested your cheek against his hair. Gosh, I fucking love him!!!

By the time people noticed you had changed, Ren already had. You just didn’t realize it yet. It was like after basketball practice. You were tired and all sweaty, halfway through stuffing books into your locker when a girl leaned against the metal door beside you. "Hey, stud," she said playfully, "haven’t seen you at any parties lately. You disappear or something?" you would’ve laughed. Teased back. Maybe accepted the invitation already forming in her tone. But surprisingly, your first thought was whether Ren had finished studying in the library yet. "Yeah," you replied casually. “Just busy.” She pouted as she stepped closer, teasing seductively along your arm with her fingertip, “Aww... Come on. Don't be like that. You should come out tonight We miss you!” Before you could answer, you noticed movement at the end of the hallway, Ren. He froze the moment he saw you standing close to someone else.His expression didn’t change much—yeah, it rarely did, but you’d learned to read the tiny signs. The way his fingers tightened around his notebook. The way his shoulders curled inward. He turned to leave. Your stomach dropped. “Hey! Ren, wait up!” you called out quickly and stepped back from the girl. “Sorry. I can’t.” She blinked. "Can’t?" You smiled politely. "I’m seeing someone." The words felt new but true. You grabbed your bag and jogged down the hall. “Ren!” you called out again. He didn’t stop immediately, but he slowed anyway. You caught up beside him. He kept walking, eyes fixed forward. You softened your voice. “You saw that?” A small nod. He pulled out his phone, typing quickly before showing it to you. You don’t have to explain. Which, you now understood, meant the opposite. “I want to tho,” you said as you blocked his way and it caused him to bump into you. You managed to hold him by his waist before he fell backward. Only then you could see the small tear filling his eye. Close... too close! He flushed slightly before stepping back. You took a slow breath. “I used to like attention. I won’t lie about that.” You rubbed your neck awkwardly. “But now when people flirt with me, I just… think about getting back to you.” Ren’s eyes widen. You continued carefully. “I’m not that guy anymore. Not with you.” He stared at the screen for a long moment before typing again. Why me? The question looked heavier than the small letters holding it. You smiled softly. “Because I love the way you make me feel calm, and the way you trust slowly, and I want to earn every bit of it and... you know that I love you.” His ears turned pink. He didn’t reply, but he walked closer than before, sleeve brushing yours the entire way home.

The call came early in the morning. A weak sound text from your beloved—I don’t feel good. Just after about 15 minutes, you were at his apartment. "Ren, It's me." you knocked on the door and soon, Ren opened the door wrapped in a blanket, cheeks flushed, eyes unfocused with fever. He swayed slightly. You caught him instantly. "Whoa, okay. Bed. Now." He didn’t argue, which was rare enough to worry you more. You guided him back under the covers, brushing damp hair from his forehead. Oh no, he's too warm. "Relax now. I’ll take care of it," you murmured. Soup, medicine, water, cool cloth—you moved around the apartment like you belonged there. Ren watched quietly, eyes soft despite exhaustion. When you helped him sit up to drink, his fingers caught your sleeve weakly. You looked down, “Yes?” He lifted his phone slowly. You didn’t have to come. You smiled gently. “I wanted to.” He stared at you for a long moment, then set the phone aside and leaned forward, resting against you. Carefully, you wrapped an arm around his shoulders so he could sleep upright while you supported him. Hours passed like that. At some point, he woke slightly, voice barely a whisper,

“…stay.”

The sound shocked both of you. His first spoken word to you. Your chest tightened. “...oh...I-I’m right here,” you said softly. He fell asleep again almost instantly, fingers curled into your shirt like he needed proof you were real. You didn’t move with your own thoughts until sunset. Oh my godd, he spoke! He spoke to me!! That was too cute!!

When his fever was getting cool, Ren blinked awake to find you still there, half-asleep beside the bed. He reached out, touching your hand carefully. You jolted from sleep and stirred. “Hey. Feeling better?” You asked s you yawned and rubbed your eyes. He nodded. Then slowly, shyly, he leaned forward and held your waist tight and nuzzled into your chest. You smiled sleepily. “Didn't know that you were this clingy. Guess I’m not getting rid of you anymore, huh?” A tiny smile answered you. And this time, when he curled against your side to sleep, it didn’t feel like visiting someone. It felt like coming home. And you didn't managed to asked if he could talk more but prefered not to since being this close to him was enough.

Weeks later during a study session at your apartment, rain tapped against the windows while textbooks lay forgotten between you. Ren sat close—closer than he ever used to, knees almost touching yours. You were explaining something when he suddenly tugged your sleeve.

You stopped talking as you noticed he looked very nervous. He opened his phone, typed, erased, typed again. His fingers trembled slightly. But then, he exhaled as you tossed his phone aside. That kinda surprised you since you had ever seen him this flushing. But you patiently waited only to hear something more surprising,

I... I love you too.

Your brain stopped working and blinked. again. And again. Did you just hear it right?!

“Ren…” Your voice came out softer than a whisper.

He immediately looked down, panic creeping into his expression as if preparing for rejection.

You gently touched his wrist — giving him time to pull away.

He didn’t.

“Can you... Can you say it again?” you asked as you hopefully hold up both of his hands. “I umm... didn't hear it.”

His face was like tomato as he shook his head and turn aside. You laughed in amuse as you scoot closer and get your face closer to his, "Come on, just say it. I wanna hear it again."

He pouted as he glared at you. Too close, I could just kiss that cute pouty lips! As he noticed you staring at his lips, he hesitated, then reached forward. His fingers curled into the front of your shirt, lightly tugging you closer. You were confused at first but let him control the distance completely as you just sat still and smiling. When your faces were only inches apart, he paused as he search your expression for permission. You nodded once. That was all he needed. Ren leaned in and pressed the softest kiss against your cheek. Barely there but warm enough to make your chest ache. When he pulled back, his face was completely red, eyes wide like he couldn’t believe he’d done it. You chuckled, "IS that what you called a kiss? That wasn't even a peck." His face was burning and bumped your shoulder in embarrassment while hiding his smile. You laughed and gently hold him by the waist, “ So... Can I…?” He glance up you through his eyelashes and nodded immediately this time. You cupped his face carefully as you lean down and kissed his forehead, lingering just long enough to say I’m staying. He melted slightly into you. When you separated, he hid his face against your shoulder. You laughed quietly, wrapping your arms around him fully. “Hard to get,” you teased softly. “But worth it.” He tapped your chest once in protest… then stayed there, comfortably tucked against you. And for the second time since meeting him, Ren fell asleep without holding his phone. Because now, he trusted the person holding him instead.

It's been awhile since you guys had been dating. You didn’t ask about Ren’s silence for a long time. You understood that some questions had to be earned.

Ren communicated easily with you now—notes, texts, small whispers when it was just the two of you. But around others, his voice disappeared completely again. Like a door that only opened halfway. You never pushed it.

Until the time he chose to open it himself.

It started with something small. You were grocery shopping together when a man nearby suddenly raised his voice, arguing loudly on the phone. "You always fucking stammer whenever you speak, freak!" The sound cracked sharply through the aisle. Ren froze. His hand tightened painfully around your sleeve, breathing turning shallow. His eyes lost focus, fixed somewhere far away instead of the present. And You noticed, "Hey, Let's go somewhere else," then immediately guided him outside without speaking, one hand steady at his back. Rain-cooled air hit your faces. Ren crouched slightly, arms wrapped around himself. You knelt beside him. “Everything is going to be fine. I’ve got you.” He shook his head faintly, struggling to ground himself. After a moment, you held out your hand as you patiently wait. He grabbed it tightly. Minutes passed before his breathing slowed. When he finally looked up, embarrassment filled his expression. You shook your head gently. "Nothing to be sorry about." He hesitated… then typed on his phone with trembling fingers.

I think you should know why...

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Back home, rain tapped softly against the windows as Ren sat across from you, phone in his hand and he stared at it for a long time. You stayed quiet, letting the silence feel safe instead of pressured. Finally, he began typing. The message came slowly, appearing piece by piece. I wasn’t always mute. You nodded gently. Another message. I used to talk a lot. Teachers said too much. You smiled slightly as you shrugged, "I know. You are quite talkative even through notes." A faint smile touched his lips just to fade quickly. People liked me at first. His fingers paused. Then continued. But I trusted wrong people. He swallowed, gaze lowering. You didn’t interrupt. Friends thought it was funny when I got nervous. They recorded me stuttering once. Played it for others. Your chest tightened. Ren’s hands trembled slightly as he typed faster now, like releasing something held too long. Everyone laughed. Teachers told me to “ignore it.” but It didn’t stop. He stared at the screen, breathing uneven. Talking felt dangerous after that. Every word felt like a mistake waiting to happen. The final message appeared. So I stopped. Silence filled the room.

You moved closer slowly, giving him time to pull away and he didn’t. “That wasn’t your fault,” you said quietly. Ren’s shoulders tensed automatically — like he’d heard arguments before. You continued gently while trying to be careful with every word. “They didn’t laugh because something was wrong with you. They laughed because they were too jealous of you that you were always the best. So they wanted you to feel shame just for that stupid incident” His eyes shimmered slightly. You reached up, brushing your thumb under one eye before a tear could fall. “You know what I see when you talk?” you added softly. He looked at you. “Someone brave enough to try again.” His breathing hitched. You didn’t hug him immediately — just opened your arms. Ren moved into them on his own, pressing his face into your shoulder. His voice came out small, fragile.

“…scared.”

“I know,” you murmured, holding him close. “You don’t ever have to force it. Not for anyone.” His fingers gripped your shirt.

“…but… want… to,” he whispered.

The effort alone made your chest ache with pride. “You already are,” you said. “Every time you speak to me.”

After that night, nothing changed dramatically. And that was the point. You didn’t celebrate breakthroughs or treat his voice like an achievement to unlock. Instead: You waited patiently when words took time. You listened without finishing sentences. You smiled the same whether he spoke or typed. Slowly, Ren began using small words more often at home.

“Morning.” “Hungry.” “Stay.”

Each one felt precious. One evening, while you cooked together, he tugged your sleeve. You turned. He looked nervous, determined. “…thank you,” he said aloud. Clear and steady for the first time. "Nah, no need. Cooking is my hobby." But he shook his head and whispered, "No, idiot." You raised an eye brow and dramatically gasped, "Idiot? That's your first word to describe me? I'm sad," you fake sob as he rolled his eyes and tiptoe as he give a peck on your cheek, making you confused and speechless, "I thanked you for loving me even though I was weird" he mumbled as he looked up straight into your eyes which softened immediately. “You never have to thank me for loving you, weirdo” He smiled, fully and openly—the kind of smile that once felt impossible for him. Then he rested his forehead against your shoulder as you wrapped an arm around his frame, comfortable in the quiet that followed. Not the silence forced onto him before. But a silence he controlled now. A peaceful one.

Back to school, your friends expected many things. But this wasn’t one of them!

“You canceled game night,” one of them accused dramatically, “for a date?”

You shrugged. “Yes?”

"But YOU have never done it!"

"Well... Everybody has their own first time, right?"

They were speechless for a moment before one asked, “With the quiet library guy?”

“Yap.”

They exchanged looks like scientists witnessing an impossible phenomenon. "We're following!" Shouted everyone simultaneously, and you stralted but didn't managed to stop them.

Later that evening, Ren stood beside you outside the café, clearly nervous. His hands twisted in the sleeves of his oversized cardigan. “Don't worry, babe. They’re nice,” you reassured gently.

Inside, your friends stared as if they had discovered something new so Ren shrank slightly behind you. You immediately reached back, intertwining your fingers with his. "scared?" He nodded. The table went silent.

“Bro,” your friend finally whispered, “you’re holding hands.”

“Correct,” you replied calmly with that proud smile.

Another friend leaned forward. “You used to forget people’s names after dates.”

You shrugged. “I remembered his the first day. 6th June. Right, babe?"

Ren glanced up at you, surprised. The teasing stopped after that even though it left everyone with surprises. Especially when they noticed how you automatically adjusted Ren’s chair so he wouldn’t sit facing the crowded entrance… how you ordered his drink without asking… how your attention never wandered far from him. Until you two alone went home early, him in your coat and you with his muffler.

"is that even a playboy we've known?"

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Extra

What happens when your cuntboy wife is too in love with you but too innocent to know about everything especially with your first heat?

Requested, Top!male dragon reader, cuntboy wife, still no SMUT? nsfw, animalistic heat.

Your golden eyes sweep over Oliver's trembling form, taking in the way his heavy breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath, the soft jiggle of his round ass as he kneels before you. A nod of approval rumbles from your chest, deep and resonant, echoing off the cavern walls. The servants hold their breath, but you focus on him alone, your voice a low thunder that fills the space.

"As my wife, you will devote every moment to my whims," you declare, the words weaving an ancient litany passed down through eons of tributes. "You will wake before dawn to prepare my meals from the finest offerings, bathe me with hands that never tire, and tend to my scales—human or otherwise—with oils scented from forbidden blooms. Your body is mine to command: to warm my side in sleep, to dance for my amusement, to bear my touch if I so desire. Betray this, and chaos will reclaim these lands. But serve true, and you shall know pleasures beyond mortal ken." The rules stretch on, a tapestry of duties from household rites to intimate rituals, binding him tighter than any chain. Oliver absorbs it all, eyes shining with fervent obedience, his plump cunt already dampening the folds of his robes at the weight of his role.

Satisfied, you turn and stride toward the inner chambers of your lair, your massive frame casting long shadows. Oliver rises swiftly, falling into step behind you like a shadow of devotion, his servants trailing at a respectful distance. You treat him no differently from the concubines who've come before—guiding him to a alcove draped in silks, where he arranges your cushions and pours spiced wine without a word. He's exemplary, hanging on your every gesture, his small hands brushing yours accidentally-on-purpose, sending a flicker of warmth through your ancient blood. You don't touch him sexually; humans are fleeting curiosities, not mates in your draconic lineage, which you insisted yourself. Yet his clinginess soothes the restless storm within you, his soft body pressing close during quiet evenings, nuzzling against your thigh as you recline. It stirs a rare contentment, his innocent frame a balm against your isolation.

Days blur into weeks, the lair humming with routine. Oliver clings tighter, his milky tits brushing your arm as he serves, his juicy ass swaying when he bends to retrieve a fallen goblet. You indulge the proximity, letting him curl against you at night, but your cock remains untouched by his allure—until the heat descends.

It strikes without mercy, a fire igniting in your core as maturity claims your species' ancient cycle. Your body, scaled and immense even in human guise, throbs with primal urgency. Your thick cock swells, veins pulsing along its length, twitching insistently against the confines of your loincloth. It demands release, craves the grip of something tight and warm to sheath its girth, to milk every drop of your seed. Sweat beads on your marble skin, your breaths coming in ragged growls as you barricade yourself in your private chamber—a vast room hewn from crystal-veined rock, piled with furs and treasures.

No one enters as you locked the door. You pace like a caged beast, claws scraping stone, your shaft leaking pre-cum in heavy beads that splatter the floor. The need claws at you, visions of rutting into yielding flesh flashing unbidden. Oliver knocks first, his voice muffled through the reinforced door. "My lord? You've not emerged all day. Let me tend to you—bring water, or… or whatever you require." Concern laces his words, his small fists thumping softly.

"Go away!" you roar, the sound vibrating the walls, your voice cracking with strain. Your cock jerks at the thought of him inside, so fragile with his heavy breasts and plump folds. You'd ruin him—pound into that juicy cunt until it stretched beyond repair, your roughness tearing his innocence apart. He couldn't handle the frenzy, the way you'd pin him down and fuck without restraint. Better he stays out, safe from the monster awakening within.

But Oliver is stubborn, his devotion a fire that won't quench. He pesters the servants, then the guards, his wide eyes pleading for answers. "What's wrong with him? He needs me—I'm his wife!" They deflect, but he corners your wise elder butler, a stooped figure with scales faded to silver, who's served you for centuries. The old one eyes Oliver's curves, then sighs, drawing him into a shadowed alcove.

"It's his first heat, lad," the butler murmurs, voice gravelly with age. "The dragon's adolescence, when the blood runs hot and the body demands mating. His cock aches for a tight hole to bury into, to thrust deep and flood with cum until sated. He'll be rough—clawing, biting, pounding without mercy. Growls and snarls, hips slamming like thunder. If you enter, prepare to submit fully: spread your legs, offer that pussy of yours to clench around him, milk his shaft with your walls. Lube yourself well; he'll stretch you wide. Moan for him, beg to be filled—tell him how his bride craves his seed. And brace—his release will gush like a river, marking you inside out."

Oliver's cheeks flush crimson, his heavy tits heaving as he absorbs the explicit guidance, nipples peaking under his robes. His cunt clenches at the vivid details, a mix of fear and eager submission flooding him. "I… I must help him," he whispers, voice breathy. "Spare key—please. I'll be what he needs."

The butler hesitates, then fishes a tarnished key from his robes, pressing it into Oliver's trembling palm. "Go, then. But remember: once you're in, there's no turning back. He'll claim his wife proper this time." Oliver nods, determination hardening his soft features, and slips away toward your door, key glinting in the torchlight.

To be continued.....

but when he found reader, his cuntboy instincts flooded his mind, all about wanting to be bred by reader so bad, his legs are shaking at the sight/thought of reader.

of course, in order to hide and deal with this he bullies reader for it, being pushed and pinned against a wall, laughing with his other fratbros about reader, etc. etc.

but ultimately, at some point he cant take it anymore, and one fateful night he just goes for it and trapped reader in one of the college public restrooms and just bounces on reader's cock.

of course, still in denial... telling himself and reader thats its a one time thing, as he milks reader load after load. by the end, he just leaves reader while dripping with reader's cum.

the next day, he acts like nothing happened and continues with his daily life... bht during the night, oh he's invading reader's dorm and continues to bounce on that good reader cock til he cant deny it no longer. still wont say it tonreader tho.

basically, a secret!power bottom!tsundere-ish!cuntboy 🙏

You know what? Deeal! Tsudere bottom are my type so why not? :)

he cant get enough and wants more load from us in between workouts.

the end of the workout is just him laying on his back, stomach round from how much weve filled him up.

bonus, with public play... secretly fucking him while he does those squat workout where we follow when he lowers down while carrying weights 🤤 🤤 🤤

You are heard, mate. I'll take your order. Just wait for a few days and your meal is ready 🌚