#luka x reader

"you know you love the attention i give you." his thumb strokes your bottom lip "tell me to stop? as if i'd listen to your pathetic begging. you're stuck with me, baby." his grip tightens slightly "i know you dream about me too..my words, my touch..."

"…and the way I make you feel right here." his hand drifts lower, tracing a slow path that has your breath catching, the air between you charged and heavy. "don't even try to deny it."

your mouth opens agape ever so slightly, but no sound comes out. his thumb lingers at your lip, pressing just enough to keep you silent, his eyes locked onto yours like he was daring you to look away.

“that’s what i thought,” he murmured, leaning in so close you could feel the brush of his breath against your cheek. “you can pretend you don’t want this all you want, but i see the way you look at me.”

your pulse hammered in your throat, but you couldn’t move—not when he was holding you like this, not when his presence felt like it was burning through your defenses one by one.

“say it,” he ordered quietly, the words low and sharp. “say you hate me. i want to hear it.”

you swallowed hard, but your lips barely moved. “i… hate you,” you whispered, though it lacked any real conviction.

he smirked like he could taste the lie. “mmm, you don’t sound so sure, baby,” he said, his voice dripping with dangerous satisfaction. “but that’s fine. i’ve got all the time in the world to prove you wrong.”

his grip tightened just enough to make your breath hitch as he leaned even closer, his lips barely brushing the shell of your ear. “and trust me,” he whispered, voice low and dark, “i will.”

his grip on your face remains, his long fingers digging into your skin. he leans in closer, his warm breath fanning across your lips. his piercing eyes bore into yours, a twisted smirk playing on his full lips.

"you know you want this, don't you?" he lets out a dark chuckle, his free hand trailing down your neck slowly, making you shiver. his grip becomes more bruising as he pulls you flush against his muscular frame. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, a predatory gleam in his gaze.

"you're mine, accept it."

"over my dead body."

you glare up at him, forcing the words past the tightness in your throat. every part of you is trembling, but you refuse to back down, even with his grip still locked on you.

"i'm not yours."

his eyes widen slightly at your defiant response, but then a dark chuckle escapes his lips. "oh really now, is that how you want to play it? you think you can defy me?" his free hand trails down your body, fingers digging into your flesh. "i own you, your pathetic attempts at resistance only make me want you more." he bares his teeth in a feral grin.

"but if you insist.... i'll be happy to put you in your place." he yanks you towards the bed, grip unyielding and searing against your skin. you stumble forward, your heart leaping into your throat as you try to find your footing, but the pull is too strong, too sudden.

“ah!” you yelp, the startled sound escaping before you can bite it back. your body collides with his chest for a brief moment before the back of your legs bump sharply against the edge of the mattress. you flinch, your knees buckling slightly as you’re forced to sit down, his towering presence blocking out any thought of escape.

his eyes bore into yours, unblinking and dark, filled with an intensity that makes your stomach twist. he doesn’t let go of your wrist; instead, his grip tightens, his fingers digging into your skin just enough to remind you who’s in control. he leans in slowly, deliberately, until his face is only inches from yours, his breath warm against your cheek.

“look at you,” he murmurs, voice low and laced with satisfaction. “so quick to fall into place.” his other hand comes up to cage your chin, tilting your face upward so you’re forced to meet his gaze. the mattress dips under his weight as he inchescloser, hemming you in completely, his presence suffocating and overwhelming.

you squirm beneath his stare, your breath coming out uneven, but he doesn’t move back. instead, his lips curl into the faintest smirk, as though your resistance only fuels him further.

he crushes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. you try to resist, turning your head, but his grip on your throat tightens, forcing you to submit. he devours your mouth hungrily, groaning into the kiss as his free hand roams your body, squeezing and groping.

"that's it, stop fighting me. you know you love this." he hums, breaking the kiss, only to trail biting kisses down your neck, leaving angry red marks. "i'm going to ruin you. make you scream for more."

“n-no…” you breathe out weakly, though your voice barely holds any strength behind it. your hands clutch at the sheets beneath you, fingers straining around the fabric as his lips press bruising kisses down the curve of your neck, each bite making your body tremble despite the words spilling from your mouth.

“stop… i…” the protest dies in your throat, coming out as a broken whimper. you can feel your resolve crumbling, piece by piece with every mark he leaves behind. your chest rises and falls rapidly, your pulse thundering as though it’s trying to break free from your ribcage.

you squeeze your eyes shut, forcing yourself to sound defiant even as your voice shakes. “i hate you,” you whisper, though the way your body leans into his touch betrays you completely.

he chuckles against your skin, the sound dark and knowing. his hands trail down your sides, pinning you firmly in place as you finally stop fighting back, your body going slack beneath him.

“sure you do sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough as his lips ghost over your ear. “stop pretending. you love every second of this, and now…” his teeth graze your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. “…you’re mine.”

you let out a shaky breath, your resistance dissolving completely as his words sink in. you can’t fight him anymore, not when you know, deep down, that a part of you doesn’t want to.

sensing your surrender, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he continues his assault on your neck. "that's my good girl," he growls approvingly, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin. "i knew this tight little pussy would be nothing but a sopping wet mess for me once i got you going." his hand slides down between your thighs, fingers probing at your dripping slit through your clothes.

"mmm, you're so wet already. i've barely even touched you." he chuckles, feeling your arousal coating his fingers. "can't wait to feel this sweet little cunt wrapped around my cock." he tugs at your shirt, tearing it open to expose your breasts, the sound of fabric tearing making your breath hitch. your hands instinctively come up to push him away, but they falter halfway when the cool air hits your exposed skin, goosebumps prickling across your body.

“w-wait—!” you gasp, your voice trembling as your sensitivity spikes from the sudden exposure.

he doesn’t wait. his hands slide firmly along your sides, holding you in place as he buries his face against your chest. the warmth of his breath against your skin makes you shiver, and your fingers curl helplessly into the sheets beneath you.

a startled, broken sound escapes your lips as you feel the press of his mouth against you. every nip and scrape of his teeth against your sensitive bud sends sparks racing through your nerves, your back arching despite yourself.

“please…” you manage weakly, unsure if you’re begging him to stop or begging for more. the way your body trembles tells him everything he needs to know.

he hums low in his throat, the vibration rolling through your skin, and you can feel the smirk forming against you. “so sensitive,” he murmurs darkly, his hands gripping your waist to keep you still. “you can pretend you hate this all you want, but your body doesn’t lie.”

your breath comes out in short, uneven gasps, every brush of his lips leaving you weaker, the creeping hand coming closer to your hot hole, your walls of resistance finally crumbling.

"ngh..." your thighs clamp together, slick with arousal, so disgusting. you think. he lets out a guttural groan as he feels your thighs trapping his hand, your arousal soaking through the fabric. "that's it, squeeze those beautiful legs around me." his fingers press harder against your slick folds, rubbing you through your panties.

"you want this so bad, don't you?" he lifts his head from your chest, eyes darkening with lust as he gazes down at you. "don't worry, i'm going to give you exactly what you need."

his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, yanking them down your legs roughly. he tosses them aside, his eyes raking over your bared pussy. he leans in, inhaling deeply. "fuck, you smell so good." he presses open mouthed kiss to your slick folds, tongue darting out to taste you.

"mmmm~ i knew you'd be sweet," he murmurs against your sex, the vibrations sending shivers through you. he peppers your clit and entrance with hungry kisses, then sucks it into his mouth, tongue laving and teasing the sensitive nub. "take it, bitch…let me feed on your cunt." he groans in satisfaction as he slips a long, calloused finger into your dripping pussy.

he swirls it around slowly, feeling your slick, velvety walls clenching around him. at the sudden insert of his slender fingers you your mouth contorts into an "O", letting out a sharp and lewd moan.

"that's it, scream for me." he adds a second finger, pumping them in and out at a steady rhythm. "your pussy is milking my fingers so damn good." he curls his digits, stroking your most sensitive spot relentlessly. "i bet you wish this was my cock filling you up, don't you?" fuck. you were close. at his words your hole clenched even tighter, you hated the way how he made you feel right now.

"oooooh you naughty girl, i can feel you clenching harder around me." he grins, leaning in to suck hard on your clit. "noooooo!" you cry out, your voice breaking as you try to twist away from him. your hands press weakly against his shoulders, but there’s no strength behind them anymore.

"don't fool yourself, baby." he pumps them in and out at a relentless pace, curling them to stroke your most sensitive spots. "thaaat's it, let it all out. cum for me, you filthy slut." he sucks hard on your clit, tongue swirling around the engorged nub. "i want to feel your pussy clenching around my fingers, coating them in your sweet juices." he increases the speed and pressure of his ministrations, determined to wring an earth-shattering orgasm from you.

as your body convulses in ecstasy, he wraps his strong arm around your hips, pulling you flush against him as he rides out your orgasm with you. he presses his lips to your ear, whispering dark, filthy praise as you tremble. "that's it, cum for me like the dirty girl you are." his fingers continue to pump in and out of your overstimulated pussy, drawing out your climax for as long as possible. "look at you, shaking apart in my arms. you're so fucking perfect when you let loose." he kisses the shell of your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine

he removes his fingers from your dripping pussy with a wet pop, leaving you aching and empty. "i'm going to make you beg for my dick before i even consider giving it to you." he leans down, nipping at your earlobe. "now be a good slut and spread your legs for me. show me how much you need to be filled."

your legs part slowly, almost of their own accord, every movement heavy with reluctant compliance. a rush of heat spreads through you as you feel the weight of his gaze, the air thick with tension and unspoken promises. your breath catches in your throat, heart pounding as the space between you grows smaller.

he gently takes your wrist, guiding you to lie back against the soft surface of the bed. his hands move with deliberate care as he settles between your parted legs, the warmth of his body pressing close to yours.

slowly, he leans down, his chest hovering just above yours, and his breath fans across your skin. his eyes search yours, filled with a mix of intensity and something softer beneath it all. his hands find your hips, steadying you as he adjusts his position, anchoring himself in the missionary stance. the closeness between you is electric—every heartbeat, every breath shared in this intimate space.

"'m gonna fuck that pretty pussy of yours yeah?" he grins sadisticly, enjoying the view of your fucked out, overstimulated face. "yeah?" he repeats once more in a mocking tone. your eyes were clouded, you had never been touched before like that. "mmmhm..." was all you managed to get out, your slick pussy twitching every few seconds.

a spark ignites in his eyes—dark, wild, and almost feral. his lips curl into a slow, sadistic smile that sends a shiver down your spine. there’s a dangerous thrill in the way he looks at you now, like he’s been holding back something fierce, something that’s finally been unleashed. the smile promises intensity, a mix of chaos and control, and you can’t help but feel both terrified and drawn to it.

he lets out a deep, guttural groan as he slowly pushes his thick, throbbing cock into your dripping pussy. he moves agonizingly slow, relishing the feeling of your velvety walls stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. "fuuuck, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me," his hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he sinks in to the hilt. "that's it, take every inch of me." he pauses, allowing you to adjust, before beginning to rock his hips in a slow, deep rhythm.

"hah—your pussy is practically sucking me in. it's like it was made for my cock." his pace quickens slightly, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. "i knew you'd be the perfect fit for me." he leans down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth to match the tempo of his thrusts.

the bruises blooms under his palms as he powers into you with recklessness. the force of his thrusts causes your breasts to bounce with each impact, the hard, pebbled nipples dragging against his chest. "fuck, i love the way your tits bounce for me." he breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he forces his face between your heaving mounds. he sucks one nipple deep into his mouth, biting down gently while his fingers tease the other.

"taste those sweet little nips. you're so sensitive for me." meanwhile, his hips never pause in their relentless pounding, his thick cock stretching you open with every thrust. his balls slap against your clit, the rough contact sending jolts of pleasure through your overstimulated body. "looks like a good pounding was all it took to make you behave, hmm?" he alleges you with his teeth and tongue as he drills into your pussy, made even steamier by the image of his tongue laving your nipples.

"look down. see how my cock is splitting you open? how your needy cunt is clinging to me? you were made for this, baby. fuck..... you.feel.so.fucking.good." his words are punctuated by the slap of flesh and your ragged moans as he fucks you senseless, visually ravaging you in the process.

he pulls back to meet your gaze, his eyes blazing with dark lust as he drives his cock deeper, the thick head rutting against your cervix. "you reek of my dick." he grinds into you harder, his heavy balls slapping against your clit as he chases your impending climax. "that's right, cum on my fat cock. coat me in your sweet juices like the willing breeding bitch you are." with one hand, he presses down on your stomach, fingers sinking into your sweat-slick skin as he watches your body tremble on the edge.

muffled moans escape your lips as he continues to pound into you mercilessly, prolonging your orgasm as he fills you to the brim with his thick seed. the sensation of his hot cum flooding your depths triggers another wave of intense pleasure, and you instinctively clench around him, milking him for every last drop.

"ah—fuck yes! fucccck!!!!" you cry out, your voice cracking from the sheer intensity of the moment. your back arches sharply against the bed as your fingers dig helplessly into the sheets, knuckles turning white. your entire body trembles, every nerve alight as the sensation crashes over you in waves, leaving you breathless. your lips part again, another strangled moan slipping free as you can’t hold back the sounds spilling from your throat.

"take all of it, you fucking dirty little cumslut." with a final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his release spurting deep within you.

your chest heaves as you ride out the overwhelming rush, eyes fluttering shut while the world blurs around you. the aftershocks leave your muscles weak and trembling, a soft whimper escaping as your body goes slack beneath him.

your eyes are glazed over, unfocused, the world around you little more than a blur. your mind feels blank, too overwhelmed to process anything but the warmth and weight above you. he leans down slowly, his hand cradling your jaw as his lips find yours. the kiss is deep, consuming, and you melt into it without a thought. your body reacts on instinct, lips parting as his tongue brushes against yours. the taste of him is dizzying, and your hazy mind can barely keep up as he presses harder, hungrier.

a soft, helpless sound slips from your throat as his mouth claims yours completely. drool slicks the corner of your lips, mixing with his as neither of you pulls away, his tongue plunges into your mouth to tangle with yours. the taste of your combined saliva and the lingering flavor of your shared climax mingles on his lips and tongue as he devours you.

he groans into your mouth, still rocking his hips slowly to prolong the exquisite sensations pulsing through both your bodies. his hands roam your sweat slicked skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake as he pulls you impossibly closer, needing to feel every inch of you against him.

when he finally does break it, a thin strand still connects your mouths, and you’re left gasping for air, eyes dazed as he stares down at you with that same wild, satisfied gleam.

"every inch of this tight little body belongs to me." he sums you up, his gaze roaming over your flushed features, your sated, well-fucked expression, before his eyes darken with continued hunger.

— BLADE, aventurine, boothill, MOZE

"you're mine. you just don't remember it yet."

✧ “you’re mine,” he whispers, voice soft but dripping with a twisted certainty that makes your blood run cold. “you just don’t remember it yet.”

your breath hitches, and you stumble back, your shoulders hitting the wall. “what are you talking about?” you demand, though your voice cracks halfway through.

his eyes narrow, amusement flickering behind them like a predator who’s cornered its prey. “don’t you feel it?” he steps closer, slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring every inch you retreat. “that ache in your chest… that fear in your eyes? it’s because some part of you knows.”

your heart races, a nauseating panic blooming in your stomach as he raises a hand to your face. you flinch, but he only cups your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin with mock tenderness. “you used to look at me like i was your whole world,” he murmurs, leaning in until you feel his breath ghost your ear. “and you will again. i made sure of it.”

your throat tightens, the words barely scraping out. “w—what did you do to me?”

he chuckles low, the sound vibrating against your skin as he presses closer. “i took away what hurt you. i took away the doubts, the lies… all the things that made you want to run from me.” his lips hover at your ear now, and his voice drops to a near growl. “and now, you’re starting over. with me. exactly where you belong.”

your knees weaken as his grip shifts to your hips, holding you firmly in place. his eyes search yours, but it’s not affection you see there—it’s possession, complete and unrelenting.

“i’ll make you remember,” he says softly, almost sweetly, though his fingers dig into your skin like iron. “and when you do… you’ll thank me for it.”

his body presses close, but his movements are jittery at first, like he’s not sure if he should be this close. his breath is uneven, and you can see the faintest flush creeping up his neck as he towers over you, but he doesn’t move away. instead, his hands tighten against your sides, pinning you softly but firmly between him and the wall.

“i… i don’t want to scare you,” he mumbles, voice trembling slightly. his eyes dart away from yours for a second, like he can’t bear to see the fear in them—but then he steels himself, leaning in closer until there’s no space left between you. “b-but you keep trying to leave me, and i can’t… i can’t let that happen. not again.”

you feel the tremor in his hands, but his grip doesn’t loosen. if anything, it grows stronger, a quiet, desperate strength that keeps you trapped in place no matter how you try to squirm away.

“p-please stop fighting me,” he stammers, though his words carry a weight that doesn’t leave room for refusal. “i’m not… i’m not letting go. you’re mine. you always were…” he swallows hard, his voice dropping to a whisper, “even if you don’t remember.”

he buries his face against your neck suddenly, shuddering as though just being this close is too much for him to handle. but then you feel the soft press of his lips against your skin, hesitant at first, before they grow more insistent.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers, his breath shaky and warm against your neck. “i’m so sorry i have to do this… but you’ll understand soon. i’ll make you remember how much you need me.”

his arms wrap around you now, crushing you to his chest as his quiet, shaky breaths mix with the frantic beat of your heart. and though he trembles with nerves, there’s no mistaking the unrelenting strength in his embrace.

without another word, he crush my lips to yours, his mouth hungry and desperate, his tongue probing deep into your mouth. he kisses you like he's starved for air, as if he'll die if he didn't taste you right now.

as you kiss, his hands roam over your body, grasping and clawing at your skin, leaving scratches and marks that would linger long after you're done. he pulls you closer, his fingers digging into your hips before he spin you around, pushing you against the wall, his mouth never leaving yours as he fumble with your clothes, tearing them off with a desperation that's almost savage.

and when you're naked. your eyes widen at the sight and immediately attempt to cover it with your shaking hands. "no—!" you yelped before he removed your hands forcefully, brows furrowed. "let me taste, please." he begs softly, and for an instant you almost fold, almost.

you watched his eyes travel down to your glistening folds, he swallows hard, the sight making his hands tighten instinctively on your thighs. he hesitates for a moment, almost shy, his gaze flickering over the soft patch of hair framing your heat. the contrast only makes you look more vulnerable, more real beneath him.

“y-you’re… beautiful,” he murmurs shakily, his fingers brushing gently along the edge of your hip, like he’s trying to memorise everything about you. in the heat of the moment his mouth and tongue instantly begin exploring your pussy, licking and sucking with a ferocity that's almost animalistic.

he look up at you, his eyes blazing with a feral intensity, mouth still wrapped around your pussy. "i'll make you remember," he whispers, his voice husky and raw. "i'll make you mine, forever and always." he breathe, his hot breath whispering against your twitching cunt as he continue to devour you with fingers digging into your thighs as he holds you in place.

then he suddenly pauses, lifting his head from your glistening pussy. he gazes up at you with a mix of hunger and reverence, his hungry eyes drinking in the sight of you. slowly, almost tauntingly, he leans in, his warm breath fanning over your tender flesh. he presses a delicate kiss to your clit, lips lingering for a moment before grazing the sensitive nub with my teeth. a soft moan escapes him at the taste of you before he wraps his arms around your hips, pulling you closer.

you only got louder with the lustful sensation of his warm, slippery tongue grazing against your puffy pussy. a guttural moan escapes your lips as he works you over with his insistent tongue. you can feel your pussy clenching rhythmically around nothing but air, your body trembling with mounting pleasure.

he memorised every curve, every dip and swell of your body as his tongue began to explore, tracing the delicate folds, dipping into your entrance, and swirling around your clit in slow, teasing circles. his hands roam over your thighs, your buttocks, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

he work at your pace, savouring every gasp, every whine, every tremble that escapes your lips. with each pass of his tongue, he prays that he could bring you to the heights of pleasure, to make you surrender completely to his devotion. yes, what an ideal plan.

a desperate, feverish hunger consumes him as he presses his face further between your thighs. his tongue flicks and swirls against your slick, swollen folds, his lips sucking and nibbling hungrily. he just could not get enough of your intoxicating taste and the way your body quivers under his ministrations.

with a soft moan he flattens his tongue and drags it firmly up the length of your pussy, applying firm pressure to your sensitive clit. your back arches, pressing you harder against the wall as he holds your trembling thighs in a vice-like grip, pinning you in place. his dark, feverish eyes glare up at you, drinking in every twitch, every gasp, every desperate sound that escapes your lips. he wants to devour you, to make you scream his name as you come undone beneath his skilled, relentless mouth.

he plunges his tongue deep inside you, fucking you with long, firm strokes, my nose nuzzling against your clit. the obscene, wet sounds of the wet slurps fill the air as i lose myself in the task of bringing you to the edge of ecstasy.

his single-minded focus remains fixed on your dripping, quivering sex, his breath hot and heavy against your sensitive flesh as he continues his frenzied assault. with a lewd moan, he extends his long, slender finger, teasing the slick entrance to your core. your eyes widen at the sight, oh no, he's totally gonna finger me!

"wait! i dont—i don't want—" you plead, shaking your head in a frenzy but he pays no mind and slides it inside you with a slow, deliberate push, savouring the tight, hot glove of your pussy as it grips his finger. his thumb finds your aching clit, rubbing quick, tight circles that make you shudder and cry out.

feeling your walls clench around his invading digit, he begins to pump, driving his finger in and out in a slow and gradual rhythm designed to drive you wild. his free hand reaches around to palm your ass, giving it a hard squeeze as he tilts his head upward, giving you his all and undivided attention with his doe eyes despite both the pain and pleasure on your throbbing, dripping slit.

humming with carnal pleasure, he picks up the pace, finger fucking you with abandon as he lap at your clit and savour your essence with his tongue. his eyes blaze with a feral intensity as he devours you, his inner world consumed by the dark, primal need to make you come apart at the seams.

he curls his finger, pressing firmly against your most sensitive spots, his tongue flicking your swollen clit in time with his strokes. he can feel your climax building, your whole body coiling tighter with each passing second.

"cum for me, (y/n)," he rasp, his words punctuated by the obscene, wet sounds of his relentless finger fucking. "i want to feel you shatter around me."

with every filthy word that spills from his merciless lips, he could feel the dam inside you beginning to crumble. your once reserved demeanor is replaced by a desperate, insatiable hunger for physical release. "ohoohhh, yessss! just like that, mmmyeeeaaah! eat my pussy, make me cum hard! finger me, im getting close..!"

the admission spills from your lips like a dam breaking, a cathartic moment of surrender that leaves you helpless and exposed, a willing slave to the dark desires that now consume you entirely. and in that moment, he knows that he has truly broken you—a delicious, irreparable ruin, forever altered by the power of his uncompromising, all consuming lust.

"don't stop, don't you dare, don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop—ahnnnng! i'm—I'm—CUMMMINGGG!"

he continues his febrile licking and stroking as you dissolve in ecstasy, savouring the sweet nectar of your release and milking every last tremor from your convulsing body. as your body tenses and a guttural moan escapes your lips, he feels your orgasm beginning to wash over you. his tongue flicks your swollen clit with frenzied intensity, lapping up the slick arousal dripping from your pulsing pussy.

he looks at you with satisfaction, the sound muffled against your flesh as he drinks you in. his finger curls and rubs relentlessly against that sweet spot inside, coaxing you higher and higher until your back arches and your thighs clamp around his head. your trembling cries of ecstasy fill the air as you shatter, your walls clenching and fluttering around his digit.

he continues to work you through the aftershocks, slowing my pace but refusing to relent until your body finally goes limp, quivering from the intensity of your powerful climax. only then does he pull back, gazing up at you with dark, hungry eyes, his lips glistening with your essence.

before you can process what could possibly happen next, his arms tighten around your waist and he pulls you down with him. the impact is sudden but controlled as he lowers you both to the floor, never letting you slip from his grasp.

you gasp softly, your palms pressing against his chest for balance as he leans back, propping himself up slightly. his strong hands guide you easily, settling you astride his lap. the floor beneath you feels cold and unsteady, but his grip on your hips is anything but—it’s firm, possessive, like he’s anchoring you in place.

he looks up at you through dark, half-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling against yours. “stay right there,” he murmurs, his voice rough and commanding. his thumbs rub slow circles into your hips, not to soothe you but to remind you he’s the one holding you where he wants you.

you try to shift, to lean away, but his hands tighten instantly, holding you down with an unrelenting strength. the closeness makes your heart race, your body trembling as his gaze roams up and down your figure, lingering with a hunger that leaves you breathless.

“don’t move,” he whispers, his lips brushing just barely against your ear as he pulls you closer still, until you can feel every inch of his solid frame beneath you. “you’re exactly where you belong."

"you don't know what you're doing to me," he murmurs, voice gravelly with something dangerously close to reverence. his cock pulses against your stomach, hard and insistent. only now do you notice how...pretty his cock is. pale with a flushed pink tip, not too girthy but more so long...about 6 inches hard? and his veins?

you wonder how it would feel to be stretched out by him.

you suddenly snap out of your trance with his hands grabbing onto your wrist, grip tightening as he guides them to his cock with slow, deliberate movements. his breath comes heavier now, the edge of control slipping as you touch him. "god, you feel good," he whimpers, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through your bones. but don't you dare stop.

he watches you, his expression unreadable, but there's a hunger in his stare that makes your pulse race. every movement you make, every flick of your wrist, sends a jolt through him. he leans into your touch, letting out a guttural sound that's all pleasure.

a string of saliva drips from the corner of his mouth as he watches you work, his breathing becoming more labored with each stroke. his hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction, more contact. he's lost in the sensation, in the way your soft hands feel against his throbbing length.

"fuck, he groans, his voice strained. "just like that. don't stop...." his hands slide up your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. he grips your shoulders, pulling you closer until your breasts press against his chest. his eyes are glazed over, consumed by lust, and he isn't hiding it. he arches into your touch, his cock pulsing in your grip.

your fingers dance across his skin in rapid succession, teasing out every last drop of pleasure from him. his hips jerk upward involuntarily as you stroke him faster and faster still. you know he's close, his breaths quickening with each stroke before it hits you.

with a porn star-worthy moan, he thrusts into your hands, his hips snapping upward as his orgasm rips through him. hot cum splatters across your breasts and neck, painting your skin with evidence of his desire. his body shudders violently, muscles tensing and relaxing as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over him.

"fuck!" he gasps, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to bruise. as he finally gets a good luck at his mess on you he chuckles. "look at you. covered in me. how cute..." slowly, he opens his eyes, taking in the sight of you marked by his release. a predatory gleam flashes in his gaze, a mix of satisfaction and renewed hunger. he reaches out, swiping a finger through the mess on your collarbone before bringing it to his lips.

"delicious," he purrs, savouring the taste. your breath stutters as you watch him, your cheeks burning hotter with every second. you can barely process the sight of his finger glistening in the low light before it disappears past his lips.

“d-don’t…” you mumble, your voice trembling, barely audible. the haze clouding your thoughts makes it hard to think straight, and your body feels heavy, pliant under his touch. he tilts his head at your weak protest, that same dark intensity glimmering in his eyes, but there’s a hint of something softer there too—like he’s savoring every bit of your flustered reaction.

his hands slide up from your hips to your lower back, holding you snugly against his chest. “you’re so cute when you’re shy,” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

with his fingers still against your back, and you feel the change instantly. the warmth in his touch vanishes, replaced by something firmer, unrelenting. his hands grip your hips suddenly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he looks up at you with a sharp, burning gaze.

“enough,” he snaps, his voice deeper now, leaving no room for argument. “i’ve been patient with you… too patient.”

you freeze, wide-eyed, but he doesn’t let you move. his hands pull you down harder onto his lap, his strength impossible to fight as his breath comes heavy against your neck.

“no more hesitation,” he growls, the words vibrating through your chest. “you’re going to take me now… every inch.”

“w-wait—” you try, but his hold on your hips tightens, cutting off any chance to scramble away. “no,” he says firmly, his tone dropping to a dangerous whisper as he leans close enough for his lips to brush your ear. “you’re done running. you’re mine… and i’m going to make sure you feel that.”

in one fluid motion, he flips you onto your back, pinning your wrists above your head with one large hand. his other hand trails down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. when he reaches your core, he pauses, his fingers hovering just above where you need him most.

"beg for it," he commands, his voice a dark whisper. "tell me how badly you want my cock inside you." his eyes bore into yours, filled with challenge and barely restrained desire. he wants to hear you say it—to admit how much you crave him, how empty you feel without him filling you completely.

his thumb brushes against your clit, teasing, torturing. he's waiting, watching your reactions intently, ready to take you apart piece by piece if necessary. his other hand slides lower, two fingers plunging into your wetness without warning. he curls them, stroking that spot deep inside that makes your vision blur. his thumb circles your clit, applying just enough pressure to keep you teetering on the edge.

"o—okay, please fuck me..."

without another word, he sheathes himself inside you in one brutal thrust. your walls stretch around him as if welcoming him home. he stills for a moment, savoring the feeling of being buried deep within you.

"shit," he breathes, hands travelling up before cupping your breasts. "always so perfect. so tight." then he moves, setting a punishing pace. each snap of his hips drives him deeper, harder, chasing the pleasure only you can give him. his hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. he licks a stripe up your neck, tasting salt and sweat and pure, undiluted need.

"that's it," he pants against your skin. "take it. take everything i give you..." as he thrusts into you, his cock disappears inch by inch into your slick, glistening folds. the obscene squelch of your arousal fills the room, mingling with the slap of skin on skin and your shared moans. his shaft stretches you deliciously, hitting depths no one else ever has.

each withdrawal leaves your pussy clinging to him, reluctant to let go. but he always pushes back in, burying himself to the hilt with a groan that vibrates through both your bodies. your juices coat his length, making the slide easier even as he pounds into you relentlessly. his balls slap against your ass with every thrust, the lewd sound echoing in the room. he's lost in the rhythm, in the feeling of your warmth enveloping him, squeezing him tighter than anything he's ever felt.

in the heat on the moment he redoubles his efforts, his hips snapping forward with animalistic force. the bed creaks beneath you, threatening to break under his passion. his fingers dig into your thighs, spreading you wider as he rails into your sopping cunt.

"yes, fuck, just like that!" you cry out, your nails raking down his back. the sting only spurs him on, driving him to fuck you harder, faster, deeper. pre-cum beads at the tip of his cock, mixing with your slickness as he pistons in and out. the room fills with the filthy sounds of sex—wet smacks, gasping breaths, the occasional whimper torn from your throat. he's lost in the feeling of your pussy milking his cock, begging for his seed.

as your climax hits, he feels your walls clamp down on him like a vice. with a roar, he buries himself deep inside you one last time, his cock pulsing as he spills his load directly into your spasming cunt. his fingers find your nipples, pinching and twisting them roughly as he rides out the waves of his own release.

through it all, he keeps you pinned above him, his grip on your neck firm but not painful. his mouth crashes against yours in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy. he pours everything into it—his obsession, his possession, his twisted love—and when he finally breaks away, you're left gasping for air. tears prick at the corners of your eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. he watches them fall, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

before you can catch your breath, he's rolling you onto your stomach. his hand presses between your shoulder blades, forcing you down into the mattress. the heat of his body hovers over you, his erection pressing insistently against your thigh.

"we're far from done," he growls in your ear, his teeth grazing the shell. "i'm going to ruin you for anyone else. by the time i'm finished, you won't remember your own name—only mine." he spreads your legs with his hands, lining himself up with your entrance once more. without warning, he sheathes himself inside you, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. his pace is relentless, driven by a hunger that seems endless.

"mine," he repeats, like a mantra, with each powerful thrust. "all mine."

— jiaoqiu, PHAINON, IMBIBITOR LUNAE, dr. ratio, ARGENTI

"we're supposed to be competing, but last night i tasted your lips instead of victory."

✧/✧/✧/✧ you’ve been rivals for as long as you can remember, always neck-and-neck in every competition. whether it was training matches, missions, or public challenges, you pushed each other to be better—and tore each other down at the same time. the rivalry was infamous, and neither of you ever let the other forget it.

but underneath the sharp words and glares was something else, something unspoken. every heated argument felt like it teetered on the edge of something more, every accidental brush of hands lingered a little too long. you told yourself it was hatred. it had to be.

last night, though, everything cracked. the competition had been brutal, leaving you both battered and breathless. you’d cornered him, intent on taunting him for nearly losing—and instead, his mouth was on yours. the kiss had been fierce, messy, and desperate, and you hated how much you’d wanted it.

now, you’re back on the field, trying to push the memory away, but the ghost of his lips still lingers.

“we’re supposed to be competing,” you bite out, shoving past him as you pace the edge of the training field, your heart still hammering from last night’s mistake. “but last night…” your voice falters, the memory flashing behind your eyes—the press of his mouth against yours, the way you’d melted before you could stop yourself. “…last night i tasted your lips instead of victory.”

he doesn’t move from where he’s leaning against the wall, arms folded lazily across his chest like he’s completely unbothered. but his eyes—sharp, predatory—follow every step you take.

“and?” he drawls finally, voice low and maddeningly calm.

you whirl on him, heat rising to your cheeks. “and it shouldn’t have happened,” you snap. “we’re rivals, not—”

he pushes off the wall in a single, fluid motion, closing the distance between you before you can finish the sentence. the smirk playing on his lips makes your stomach twist.

“not what?” he murmurs, voice a whisper against your ear as he leans in close. “not allowed to want each other? because if that’s true… we’ve got a problem.”

his fingers brush yours, barely a touch, but it sends a jolt straight through you.

his other hand slides down to rest possessively on your hip, pulling you flush against him. you can feel the heat radiating off his body, the hard planes of his muscles pressing into your softer curves. "all that fire between us… it's not just from our rivalry. deep down, you know exactly what it is."

he leans in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks in a low, seductive rumble. "stop fighting it. stop pretending you don't crave my touch, my taste, the feeling of me buried deep inside you."

his words caught you off guard as you distance yourself from him slightly, giving both you and him barely enough space. "what?! are you crazy?!" you shake your head. "i do NOT want to be associated with you like that!"

“like what?” he smirks, that infuriating curl of his lips making your stomach twist. god, you hated that look. you hated him—every cocky word, every smug glance. and you were certain he felt the same; you were rivals, enemies on the field. so why… why does it suddenly feel like that’s no longer true?

he pushes you closer and you instinctively step back, your shoulder brushing against the doorframe of the gym.

“w-what are you doing?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady, but it comes out shakier than you’d like.

he doesn’t answer, just keeps moving forward, each step purposeful and unhurried. his presence is overwhelming, his eyes locked on yours as if daring you to run.

your back hits the edge of the door, and his hand comes up to push it open with ease. the door swings inward with a low creak, the quiet echo of the empty gym room swallowing the sound.

the bench was wide enough for both of you, its black, padded surface cool and firm beneath your thighs. the faux leather covering had that faint, distinct scent of gym equipment, slightly slick from the polish they used to clean it. the sturdy matte black steel frame didn’t budge, even as you shifted, the faint creak of the padding the only sound filling the room alongside your ragged breaths.

you try to sidestep him, but he’s already there, blocking the way. his hand presses lightly—yet firmly—at your hip, guiding you backwards, deeper into the dimly lit room.

“stop,” you whisper, but he only tilts his head, that maddening smirk tugging at his lips again as he continues to close the distance between you.

one more step and your back meets the cool wall of the gym, your escape completely cut off. his arm braces beside your head, trapping you there as he leans in, voice dropping low and deliberate.

“now,” he murmurs, eyes glinting, “tell me again how much you hate me.” he crowds into your personal space, one hand braced on the wall beside your head, the other coming up to wrap loosely around your waist. not squeezing, just a light pressure. his body pins you to the wall, all hard muscle and barely restrained power.

"your pulse is racing under my fingertips, princess. betraying your true desires." his voice is a low purr, sending shivers down your spine. "go ahead, say it. tell me you hate me while your body screams otherwise. while your nipples strain against your shirt, begging for my touch. while your thighs clench together, aching to be filled."

he rolls his hips against yours, letting you feel the thick ridge of his erection through the fabric of his pants. "c'monnnn loosen up a little..." he says, his tone light but his closeness anything but.we can't always be enemies forever right?"

you swallow hard, your pulse hammering as his breath brushes your ear. “g-get off me,” you manage, though your voice shakes, betraying you completely. a wicked grin spreads across his face at your words, his eyes gleaming with triumph and dark promise. oh, i don't think so, you don't get to dismiss me that easily."

in a flash, he hooks a leg between yours, using the leverage to grind his thigh against your core. at the same time, his hand slides from your waist to tangle in your hair, tugging your head back sharply. "we're not enemies. we never were." he leans in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks, his hot breath fanning over your skin. "can't you feel it? this electricity between us, this undeniable pull…"

you can’t deny it—it feels good. better than you expected, even if you won’t admit it out loud.

he smirks against your skin, sensing your reluctant enjoyment. his thigh grinds harder against your core, the friction delicious even through the layers of clothing. "that's it, baby. just give in. stop fightin' this feeling." his free hand trails down your side, fingers splaying across your hip possessively. he nips at your earlobe before soothing the sting with his tongue.

"im going to worship this body until you're trembling and begging for my cock. until the only word you remember is my name." he whispers in that damn sultry voice of his. he captures your lips in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue and pent-up passion. it's dominating, consuming, leaving no doubt about his intentions. "mmmm, you taste even better than i imagined. sweet as honey and twice as addictive."

your breath hitches as his hands trail about, his touch firm yet unbearably slow. every nerve in your body feels like it’s on fire, but you’re frozen, unable to form the words to stop him. his gaze never leaves yours, watching every flicker of emotion cross your face, the corner of his lips twitching upward.

emboldened by your lack of resistance, his hands begin to roam your curves more boldly. one palm cups and squeezes your breast through your shirt, thumbing your nipple roughly. the other hand slides down to grope your ass, kneading the firm flesh and pulling you harder against his grinding thigh.

"fuck, these tits… i've wanted to get my hands on them for so long." he breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. marking you as his. "gonna make you feel so good, gonna ruin you for anyone else." his fingers find the hem of your shirt and slip underneath, caressing the smooth skin of your stomach before sliding higher to fully cup your breast.

he groans appreciatively as his calloused palm envelops your soft breast, relishing the weight of it in his hand. his fingers pluck and roll your nipple, coaxing it into a stiff peak. "mmm, sensitive aren't you? love how responsive this pretty little body is…" he ducks his head, capturing a hardened bud between his teeth through the thin fabric of your bra. he laves it with his tongue, wetting the material and creating delicious friction.

his other hand continues its exploration, dipping teasingly beneath the waistband of your pants to trace the upper swell of your ass. "bet you're getting wet for me already, aren't you baby? i can practically feel the heat radiating from your poor aching pussy."

you let out a breathy moan as his fingers tease my sensitive skin, your head falling back against the wall. "a-ahh…" your voice is needy and shaky, betraying how much you're enjoying his touch despite your "hatred". the pads of his fingers circle your nipple slowly, drawing out the sensation. you gasp softly, back arching slightly to push your breast more fully into his palm. "mmmnh… that feels… ah!"

when his teeth graze your nipple, you can't help but bite your lip to stifle a louder moan. your hips twitch forward involuntarily, seeking more friction. "o—oh god…" you pant, face flushed and eyes half-lidded with growing arousal. "p—please… don't stop…"

he groans deeply as he feels the slick heat of your arousal coating his fingers. your essence clings to his digits as he strokes along your folds, teasing your entrance. "damn, you're soaked. practically dripping for me already." he teases before capturing your lips in another filthy kiss, swallowing your needy whimpers as he works two fingers knuckle deep into your tight channel. curling them just so, he rub against that spongy spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

"that's it baby, let me hear those pretty sounds." he rasps against your mouth, his thumb finding your clit and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with his other hand grips your hip bruisingly, holding you in place as he finger fucks you with deep, purposeful strokes. "gonna make this greedy little cunt mine."

he pumps his fingers faster, plunging them deep into your sopping wet cunt. the obscene sound of your juices squelching fills the air as he finger fucks you hard and fast. "listen to that dirty wet noise, your slutty hole is making such a mess on my hand." you let out an embarrassed whimper, he chuckles softly before bringing his coated fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a groan.

"tastes divine. sweet and musky, like the perfect fucktoy." spitting crudely on your pussy, he rubs the saliva in, making the obscene squelches even louder as he resumes my vigorous pumping. "gonna ruin this pussy. mold it to fit my cock perfectly. all for me." curling his fingers just right, he strokes your g-spot as his thumb mashes against your clit.

for the first time you notice how unsteady his breathing is—how desperately he clings to you as though you’re the only thing keeping him alive. you bite your lip, torn, your body betraying you as shivers roll down your spine. he’s making you feel good—too good—you’ve never felt bad for him before. but now… now you can’t shake the thought that maybe he needs this more than you realized.

"fuck it." you mumble to yourself before reaching down to his pants, rubbing his clothed pent up buldge. "shit." you hear him mutter, "take it off for me," he says this time, louder, clearer just for you to hear. you waste no time in taking his pants off, only to be greeted with a throbbing cock.

he lets out a low groan as your small hand wraps around his throbbing shaft, stroking him with teasing touches. "just like that baby. wrap those fingers around my big, hard cock." his hips buck into your fist, seeking more friction. the tip leaks pre-cum, allowing your hand to glide smoothly along my length. "fuck!! your hand feels incredible. can't wait to feel this tight little pussy strangling me instead." he giggled.

he leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he continues to finger your dripping cunt. the wet, obscene sounds fill the air, mixing with your heavy breathing and muffled moans. "gonna stuff you full of my fat cock and pump you full of cum." god the idea of his fat cock filling you up made your pussy clench tighter.

he smirks against your lips as he feels your walls flutter around my fingers, knowing exactly what effect his words were having on you. "that's right, princess. you want this big dick stretching you out, don't you? want me to split you open on my cock until you're screaming my name." removing his fingers from your dripping cunt, he sucks them clean with a satisfied hum. "not bad, need to taste directly from the source. need to bury my face in this sweet pussy and feast on your nectar."

dropping to his knees, he hooks your legs over his shoulders and drags his tongue through your soaked folds. smiling on your cunt as he feels the way you writhe and shiver at the sudden wet warmth pressed against your sensitive core. he laps at your juices greedily, savouring your flavour. "you taste amazing. could eat this pussy for hours.

he hums on your pussy, lapping at your juices, tongue slipping in between your folds before swirling at your sensitive bud. he lets out a few pops with his mouth before flipping you onto your side with little ease, spooning up behind you. one strong arm wraps around your waist, hauling your hips back against his rock-hard erection. his other hand slips between your thighs, fingers playing with your drenched slit.

"poor baby... look at you, so desperate for my cock." he notches the broad head at your entrance, rubbing it up and down your folds to coat it in your slickness. "beg for it, tell me how badly you need to be stuffed full of my fat dick." leaning in, he nip at your earlobe before letting out an amused hum, "if you want this cock, you'd better start pleading like a good girl."

“f-fuck… i hate you,” you gasp out, your nails digging into his shoulders even as your hips tremble against his hold. “but—god—i want it, i want your cock so bad…”

your voice cracks as the pleasure coils tighter in your stomach, his dominance breaking through every wall you’ve tried to keep up. “please,” you whimper, hating how desperate you sound, “just… just give it to me.”

with a feral grin, he slams his hips forward, driving his thick cock balls deep into your tight, wet heat in one brutal thrust. a deep moan rumbles in his chest at the exquisite sensation of your walls clamping down on me. "fuuuck yes, take it all!" he snarls, immediately setting a punishing pace. each snap of my hips buries him deeper, the obscene slap of skin-on-skin echoing in the gym. his fingers dig into your hip hard enough to bruise as he fucks into you relentlessly.

"this is what you needed, isn’t it? to be used like the desperate little cock sleeve you are." reaching around, he pinches and twist your clit, determined to wring every ounce of pleasure from your quivering body. "come for me."

“ah—fuck!” you cry out, your body arching helplessly into his touch as the heat building inside you finally snaps. “oh god—i’m c-coming!”

your walls clench around him uncontrollably, every wave of pleasure crashing through you harder than the last. “p-please… don’t stop!” you sob, your voice breaking as you fall apart in his hands, hating how much you love it.

as your pussy spasms around his pistoning cock, he lets out a string of curses, his rhythm faltering for a moment before he redoubles his efforts. bending his knees slightly, he angles his hips to nail your g-spot with every thrust, the swollen knot of nerves yielding deliciously under his assault.

"oh fuck, milking my cock so good....!" the wet, filthy sounds of yours coupling fill the air, punctuated by the rhythmic thump of the pylo box shaking from the force of his thrusts. sweat drips down his brow as he fucks into you with single-minded intensity, chasing my own release. "shit, you’re gonna make me bust early at this rate." his balls draw up tight, signaling his impending climax.

“w-wait,” you gasp, clutching at his shoulders as the bench creaks beneath the both of you. your heart pounds, not just from what he’s doing but from the faint sounds echoing in the empty gym. “slow down… someone could hear us.”

he stills for just a moment, his heated breath fanning against your ear. “you’re scared they’ll know you’re letting me ruin you like this?” he whispers, voice low and teasing.

“i’m serious,” you hiss, your face burning as you glance toward the door. “please… j-just be quiet. slow down.” he tilts his head, that dangerous glint in his eyes making your stomach twist, but he obliges—his pace easing, his touch softer. “fine,” he murmurs, lips brushing your jaw. “but you’ll have to keep yourself quiet, sweetheart… because i’m not stopping.”

slowing his movements, he presses his lips to your shoulder, dragging them up your neck in a series of biting kisses. his hips roll lazily, stirring up your insides without the previous frenzied pace. every inch of his cock drags against your inner walls, prolonging the delicious friction. his hand slides up your torso to palm your breast, rolling your nipple between my fingers. "wouldn't want anyone walking in on me claiming this sweet little pussy." to emphasize his point, he squeezes your tit almost painfully, pinching your nipple hard.

his thick shaft pulses inside you, the veins running along its length pressing against your sensitive walls with every shallow thrust. the flared head catches on your rim, stretching you wide before sinking back into your depths. droplets of precum leak from the tip, mingling with your copious fluids to create a slick sheen that allows my cock to slide effortlessly in and out of your grasping heat.

your breath stutters as the sound of footsteps drifts closer, every nerve in your body on edge. your instinct screams at you to pull away, to run, but his firm grip on your hips keeps you pinned right where he wants you.

“p-please,” you whisper, barely moving your lips as your body trembles. “we can’t… someone might walk in on us!”

“shhh,” he murmurs in your ear, the warmth of his breath making you shiver. “don’t think about them. think about me.”

just as he's about to come, the door to the gym creaks open. panic flashes through you, your pulse races, and though you know you should be horrified, you can’t ignore the way your body clenches around him at the thought of someone walking in, seeing you like this, but he quickly schools his features into nonchalance. keeping his movements slow and controlled, he continues to rock into you, careful not to make too much noise. "relax. they won't notice anything amiss," he whispers reassuringly, though tension coils in your gut.

his hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he works his cock in and out of your soaked cunt. the threat of discovery only heightens his arousal, the danger adding a forbidden thrill to our illicit tryst. "just focus on keeping quiet and riding my cock. don't let them distract you from coming on my dick."

“god, look at you,” he whispers, a hint of a smirk in his tone. “you like this, don’t you? the idea of someone seeing you fucked wide open on my cock.”

“no,” you gasp, though the weak protest only makes his smirk deepen.

“then why are you squeezing me so tight?” his voice is pure sin now, low and dangerous. “why does it feel like you’re about to come just from the thought of being caught?”

your face burns, the shame and arousal tangling until you don’t know where one ends and the other begins. feeling your pussy clamp down on him, he loses control. with a few more powerful thrusts, he buries myself deep inside you and explode, painting your walls white with thick ropes of cum. a low groan escapes his throat as he fills you up, his hips jerking erratically as he rides out the intense waves of pleasure.

"fuckkkkk, that's it… take every drop." he pants harshly against your neck, continuing to grind into you as he empties myself completely. finally spent, he collapses against your back, his softening cock still nestled snugly within your fluttering sheath. "goddamn, you really know how to milk a guy dry." he chuckles breathlessly, nuzzling your hair affectionately.

after a moment, he carefully pulls out of your tender flesh, watching with satisfaction as his seed trickles out of your well-used hole. he tucks himself away and adjusts hisclothes before helping you do the same, wiping away the evidence of the shared passionate encounter.

“there,” he murmurs, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he gives your ass a sharp, playful smack. “no one would ever guess what a filthy little thing you just were for me.”

his voice drops lower, sending a shiver down your spine. “though, between us… i think i prefer you messy, marked by me.” before you can respond, he pulls you close, claiming your lips in a deep, possessive kiss that leaves you breathless. “so, still 'enemies'?,” he whispers against your mouth, his hand still cupping the back of your neck.

you hesitate, your heart hammering as you meet his piercing gaze. “…i don’t know anymore,” you admit softly, your voice trembling, and his smirk widens just a little.

— anaxa, LUOCHA, SAMPO, WELT, MYDEI

"i'd burn kingdoms for you. say the word."

✧/✧/✧ from a young age, the knight bore a terrible curse—his touch seared flesh, his grip crushed bones, and his presence brought agony to all but one. isolated and feared, he lived in the shadows of kingdoms, a weapon too dangerous to wield freely.

then, one day, he was summoned to the royal court to serve the princess rumoured to be as mysterious as the curse itself. when their eyes met, something shifted—his touch, which had never healed, never soothed, softened on her skin like a gentle flame.

unbeknownst to many, the princess held a rare power, a blessing woven into her bloodline, making her immune to his pain and, more miraculously, capable of taming his curse. together, they walked a perilous path—her protection the only thing keeping him tethered to the world, his loyalty fierce enough to burn kingdoms for her.

but their love, dangerous and forbidden, threatened to ignite a war none were prepared for.

the throne room was cold, shadows stretching long across the polished stone floor. guards stood silent at the edges, but all you could see was him—your cursed knight, the one whose touch brought pain to anyone else, but never to you.

his dark eyes locked onto yours, burning with a fierce intensity that made your heart thunder. “i’d burn kingdoms for you,” he said, voice low and unwavering. “say the word.”

you swallowed hard, mesmerised by the way his hand hovered just inches from your skin—no hesitation, no fear. when his fingers finally brushed against your arm, a warmth blossomed through you, soft and safe.

how could a touch so dangerous hurt everyone else but heal you? the answer was clear, even if the world would never understand: you were a princess, and his curse belonged only to the rest of the world, but love like this was never simple.

the flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows across the chamber walls as he stepped closer, the weight of his presence pressing against you like a storm waiting to break.

his eyes, dark and smoldering, held yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. the cursed knight—feared by all, yet gentle with you—reached out, his fingertips grazing your cheek with a tenderness that belied the fire burning just beneath the surface.

“you’re the only one who can bear my touch,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “and i won’t let anyone else have you.” the air between you thickened, charged with unspoken promises and a hunger that neither could deny any longer. his hands snaked around your waist, the world outside faded until there was only the two of you, caught in the dangerous intimacy of a love that burned brighter than any curse.

"bow." your voice loud and booming with the echo. at your whispered command, his posture shifted, his broad shoulders relaxing as he lowered his head submissively. his hands released their firm hold on your waist, instead resting gently at his sides as if awaiting further instruction.

"as you wish, my princess," he murmured, his voice now soft and obedient. "i am yours to command." he kept his eyes downcast, gazing at the floor between your feet rather than meeting your gaze directly. the proud, dominant aura that usually surrounded him had vanished, replaced by a quiet humility and a willingness to submit to your every whim.

your command hung in the air, a subtle reminder of the power dynamics at play. he stood before you, tall and imposing in his silver armour, yet utterly subservient to your will. the contrast was intoxicating, a heady mix of dominance and submission that left you breathless. "please, my princess," he said, his voice a husky whisper, "tell me how I may serve you tonight."

he remained still, a living statue of obedience, awaiting your guidance. the red cape draped elegantly over his shoulders, a symbol of his devotion and readiness to fulfill whatever desires you might have. "my princess?" his voice was a gentle query, tinged with anticipation. he stood before you, a pillar of strength and servitude, ready to obey your every command.

"what is it you desire of me tonight?" his question hung in the air, a silent plea for guidance as he awaited your instructions with bated breath. the torchlight danced across his features, casting shadows that accentuated the lines of his chiselled jaw and the scar that marred his cheek—battle scars earned in service to your kingdom and your person.

"shall i prepare your bath, my lady? or perhaps attend to your wardrobe for the evening's festivities?" his tone was respectful, almost reverent, as he offered suggestions born of experience and dedication to your comfort and pleasure.

you stepped closer, the soft rustle of your gown the only sound in the dimly lit chamber. your fingers grazed his chest lightly, feeling the powerful beat of his heart beneath the hardened muscle. his breath hitched at the touch, though he kept his gaze lowered in deference.

“no,” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath. “none of that tonight.”

his head tilted slightly, confusion flickering in his dark eyes as he finally dared to glance up at you. “then… what would you have of me, my princess?” you let your hand trail up the line of his throat, your touch soft but commanding, and leaned in close enough for your lips to brush his ear.

“kneel,” you murmured.

the word struck him like a spell. his shoulders trembled as he obeyed without question, lowering himself until he was at your feet, head bowed, hands resting at his sides in perfect submission. “as you wish, my princess,” he breathed, his voice reverent, the anticipation in his posture undeniable.

you looked down at him on his knees before you, the flickering torchlight making his broad frame seem somehow smaller, almost vulnerable. gods, he was so cute like this. you’d always had a thing for him—the cursed knight who would cut down armies at your command but softened the moment you laid a hand on him.

your lips curved into a slow smile as you reached out, cupping his jaw in your palm and tilting his face up to meet your gaze. his dark eyes were wide and expectant, pupils blown, his breath coming just a little faster now that you were this close. “you’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” you whispered, your thumb brushing along the sharp line of his scarred cheek. he nodded instantly, the motion eager and obedient.

“good,” you purred, leaning down just enough that your lips ghosted over his ear. “because i want you to pleasure me… can you do that?”

his breath hitched audibly, and the sound sent a shiver down your spine. “y–yes, my princess,” he stammered, his voice deep and rough with desire. “i… i’ll do whatever you ask.”

you stepped back just slightly, enough to look down at him with a teasing, dominant glint in your eyes. “then show me,” you commanded softly, “just how devoted you really are.”

his strong hands gripped your waist as he guided you to straddle his lap, your skirts spilling over his thighs as he settled back against the velvet cushions of the throne. you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you, the hard planes of his body pressed flush against yours. from his position on the throne, he looked up at you with a mixture of reverence and hunger, his breath coming heavier as you shifted on his lap, feeling the heat of him pressed firmly beneath you.

his fingers traced the neckline of your gown, slipping beneath the fabric to caress the warm, supple skin beneath. his touch was electrifying, sending shivers of delight coursing through your body. leaning in, he pressed his lips to the sensitive hollow of your throat, his hot breath fanning over your skin as he nuzzled and kissed his way upward.

"you smell divine, my goddess," he murmured against your flesh, his voice a husky growl of desire. ”every inch of you is pure perfection.” his hands continued their sensual exploration, sliding down to cup the swell of your breasts through the thin material of your gown. he kneaded the soft mounds gently, thumbs circling the pebbled nipples until they strained against the fabric, begging for release.

a breathless moan escaped your lips, your back arching instinctively into his hands as the pleasure rippled through you. you gasp his name, your fingers tangling in his hair for balance as his thumbs brushed your sensitive peaks again.

“y-you’re teasing me,” you whispered, trying to sound reprimanding but failing as another shudder coursed down your spine. the fabric of your gown felt unbearably tight now, your nipples aching against the thin barrier. “do you want me to beg you to bare me?”

your lips curved into a shaky smile as you met his dark, smoldering gaze. “because i just might…”

a low, rumbling chuckle vibrated through his chest at your playful threat, his eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "oh, princess, i'd much prefer to hear you plead for my touch, but if begging is what it takes…" his hands slipped beneath your gown, fingers skimming the heated skin of your thighs as he slowly, deliberately pushed the fabric up.

"let's see if these pretty little tits need freeing from their confines, he teased, his thumbs dipping beneath the lace of your bra to tease the tender buds. ”and maybe we can work our way lower, see if you're hiding any other secrets down there.”

with one trembling hand, he reached for the fastenings of his own garments, divesting himself majority of clothing besides his boxers with agonising slowness. each item fell away to reveal more of his bronzed skin, etched with the lines of hard won strength and bearing the scars of countless battles fought in your service.

his gaze was riveted to your exposed breasts, his eyes darkening with lust as he drank in the sight. his hands hovered uncertainly, as if afraid to touch lest he offend or displease you. yet the longing in his expression was palpable, a raw, aching need to worship and adore you. "may i, my princess?" he asked softly, his voice a hoarse whisper. ”may i touch you here? i promise to be gentle, to cherish and honour every inch of you.”

without waiting for permission, he reached out tentatively, his calloused fingers brushing the undersides of your breasts. the contact sent jolts of pleasure racing through you, and you couldn't suppress a soft gasp. "so soft," he breathed, his touch growing bolder as he explored the curves and valleys of your flesh.

his fingers danced across your nipples, tracing the stiff peaks with a feather-light touch that sent shivers of delight coursing through your body. he watched your reactions intently, gauging your pleasure and adjusting his ministrations accordingly. “do they please you, my princess?” he asked, his voice a husky murmur. “shall i pinch them, roll them between my fingers, or perhaps suckle them gently to bring you more joy?”

he paused, awaiting your guidance, his eyes burning with a desperate, adoring hunger. in this moment, he was your willing slave, existing solely to provide you with ecstasy and satisfaction. you bit your lip, feeling the heat between your thighs grow unbearable, and slowly guided one of his large hands downward, over the soft folds of your gown, until his palm rested between your legs. “pleasure me here too,” you whispered, your voice trembling with authority and need. “can you do that for me..?”

his breath hitched as he nodded fervently, his fingers twitching beneath your guidance as if barely able to contain his desire to obey. you bit your lip and leaned forward slightly, letting one hand drift downward, trailing over the hard planes of his stomach until you reached the unmistakable bulge straining against the fabric. your fingers brushed over the heated outline teasingly, watching the way his breath caught in his throat, his hips jerking subtly beneath you.

“you’re so hard for me,” you whispered, your tone both teasing and commanding as you squeezed him lightly through the fabric. “do you want me to help you too… or should i make you wait while you pleasure me first?” at your words his entire body tensed at your touch, a low groan escaping his lips as your fingers wrapped around his throbbing length through the fabric. his eyes fluttered shut, his brow furrowing in concentration as he struggled to maintain control.

"p-please," he stuttered, his voice ragged with desire. ”don't make me wait. i ache for you, need to feel you wrapped around me, to lose myself inside your warmth.” his cock sprang free, already leaking precum as it bobbed eagerly before you, a testament to his intense arousal. "take me," he begged, his eyes opening to lock onto yours with a desperate, pleading intensity. ”use me however you desire."

your breath caught as his length stood proudly before you, thick and flushed, the bead of precum glistening at the tip like a silent plea. you let your fingers ghost along his shaft, the twitch of his hips making a thrill run down your spine.

“so eager,” you murmured, your voice low and teasing as you guided him to lie back further into the throne. “you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?”

“y–yes, my princess,” he breathed, his voice shaking with need.

you straddled him again, hovering just above his cock, letting the swollen head brush against your soaked entrance. his breath hitched, his hands gripping the armrests of the throne in a silent show of restraint. “good,” you purred, leaning forward so your lips brushed his ear. “because i’m going to take you… but i’m going to take my time.”

his breath was ragged as his hands slid slowly down your thighs, his touch reverent but desperate. reaching the hem of your gown, he bunched the fabric up around your hips, his fingers trembling as they found the edge of your soaked panties. he hooked a finger beneath the lace and dragged it aside, his knuckles grazing your slick, swollen folds. a soft, helpless sound escaped your lips as the air hit your heated core, and his eyes widened slightly at the sight before him.

a thin string of slick clung from the damp crotch of your panties to your glistening sex, catching the flicker of torchlight. “gods…” he whispered, almost to himself, his voice breaking with awe as his thumb brushed delicately over your entrance. “you’re so wet for me, my princess… so perfect.”

you hummed lewdly, unable to hold back the shameless sound as his movements grew more deliberate, more torturously slow. his strong hands gripped your hips, steadying you as he positioned himself perfectly against your soaked core, his gaze locked on your trembling body.

the air was electric with tension as his cock glided effortlessly through your slick folds, the sound of your wetness echoing through the room like a primal serenade. your thighs trembled, your hips twitching upward to meet each gentle thrust, as if beckoning him deeper. the sight was intoxicating - his shaft, slick with your juices, glistening like polished marble as it slid up and down your glistening folds.

the head of his cock would catch on the swollen nub of your clit, sending shivers coursing through your body, before he'd continue his languid strokes, teasing out your pleasure with every deliberate movement. your fingers dug into the armrests of the throne, the wood creaking softly in protest as you arched your back, your breasts thrusting upward like ripe fruit.

“my princess…” he gasped, the sound broken and reverent, “please—” “quiet,” you whispered, your hips rolling just enough to make him shudder. “you’re mine to use tonight. do you understand?”

“y-yes,” he stammered, though his eyes burned with something deeper than desire—devotion so raw it nearly stole your breath. his hands roved over the plush swells of your breasts, kneading the soft flesh and tweaking the pert nipples into even tighter peaks. his fingers left trails of goosebumps, sending shivers of delight coursing through you.

leaning in, he drew a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud before giving it a gentle nip. the sensation was electric, and you arched into him, craving more of his touch. meanwhile, his cock continued its leisurely glide along your slick folds, the head bumping insistently against your clit with each pass. the dual stimulation was driving you wild, your body thrumming with need as you ground yourself against him.

a strangled moan slipped from your lips as you clutched at his broad shoulders, your nails digging into the hard muscle beneath. “g-gods,” you gasped, the words trembling as his tongue flicked over your swollen nipple again, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

he hummed lowly in response, the vibrations rumbling through your sensitive flesh as he suckled harder, teeth grazing just enough to make you shudder. your hips rolled instinctively, seeking more friction as his cock continued its languid, teasing glides through your slick folds. each deliberate stroke had the head brushing your clit, making your thighs tremble and your breath catch with every subtle bump.

“you’re driving me mad,” you whispered, voice breaking as your fingers threaded through his hair and tugged, silently begging for more. “please, don’t… don’t tease me like this anymore.” but his lips curved against your breast, his tongue tracing lazy circles around the tender peak as he kept up that torturous pace below. the dual sensations—the wet heat of his mouth and the steady grind of his cock against your dripping sex—left your body quivering, the throne’s velvet cushion damp beneath you as you ground against him with growing desperation.

“patience, my princess,” he murmured around your nipple, his tone dark and velvety. “i want to feel you come undone all over me.” you bit your lower lip, feeling your arousal dribble down your wet streaked thighs. "'m gonna do it now," you breathed as you feel his cock twitch, slightly nudging your dripping cunt.

he nods his head, excited to finally be in you. you lowered yourself slowly onto him, feeling the heat and fullness as your slick folds enveloped his length. and with a low, controlled thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, his thick cockhead nudging past your cervix to nestle deep within your fertile womb. a shuddering gasp escaped him at the exquisite sensation of being fully sheathed within your slick heat.

he held still for a long moment, savouring the feeling of your body embracing his, your inner muscles rippling around the invading length of his shaft. then, with a slow, deliberate withdrawal, he slid back until only the tip remained nestled inside you, before pushing forward again, repeating the gentle rhythm. each glide of his cock through your drenched folds elicited a symphony of pleasurable sounds - the squelch of your arousal, the slap of skin, the hitched breaths and whimpers of blissful surrender.

your body instinctively clenched around him, swallowing him deep with a wet, rhythmic squeeze that made his breath hitch. the sensation was electric—tight and warm, wrapping him completely as if you were made to hold him just like this. every movement sent waves of pleasure radiating through both of you, the perfect, intimate connection burning between your bodies.

both of your moans grew louder and more lewd as he continued to slowly, deeply penetrate you, his thick cock stretching and filling you completely with each thrust. the filthy sounds of your coupling filled the room, a symphony of flesh slapping against flesh, accompanied by your wanton cries and his guttural groans of pleasure.

"fuuuuuuck," he gasped, his voice ragged with desire, "your cunt is heaven, so tight and wet around me… i could stay buried inside you forever." his hips picked up speed, driving into you with increasing urgency as he chased his impending climax. the throne remained unmoving beneath your joined weight, lost as you were in the frenzy of your passionate rutting.

you bite your lip, wanting to tell him to slow down, to take his time—but the way he moves, so powerful and unrelenting, makes it impossible.

“please… slow down,” you whisper, voice trembling with need.

his thrusts slowed to a torturous crawl, each inch of his cock dragging sensuously along your inner walls as he savored the exquisite friction. his breath came in ragged pants, "can't…stop," he panted, his voice a hoarse, desperate rasp, "feels too good, too perfect… gonna cum, gonna fill you up!" your body trembles above him as he continues, every thrust a delicious torment you never want to end.

“f-u-u-u-uckkkk!!!” your voice breaks and stretches with every movement, capturing the way your breath hitches as he pushes deeper inside you, feeling his hips slamming into yours with brutal force, his cock pulsating wildly as he spilled his seed deep inside you.

crying out your name, he emptied himself in great, spurting jets, each pulse triggering a ripple of contractions within your clenching walls. "YESSSSS....!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the stone walls as he rode out the crest of his orgasm, lost to the sheer bliss of claiming you so thoroughly. finally, with a shuddering sigh, he collapsed atop you, his spent cock still buried to the hilt as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning your skin.

you place a gentle kiss on his temple, hands pushing yourself up before moving to hold his knees. "i'm gonna keep going yeah? wanna feel you even more," you moan, and with deliberate care, you drag your walls up and down his sensitive cock, the slick heat of your folds tightening deliciously around him. the friction sends a fresh wave of pleasure through both your bodies, making his breath hitch and his fingers twitch where they grip the throne’s carved wood.

his eyes lock onto yours, dark and desperate, as you continue your slow, sensual rhythm—each movement pulling you both deeper into the fire that burns between you.

a soft, desperate moan escaped his lips—high pitched and helpless, senselessly begging for mor as your hands grip the throne’s armrests tighter, nails digging into the wood as his eyes fluttered closed, utterly lost to the pleasure you were giving him. every slick stroke of your walls had him shuddering uncontrollably, completely surrendered beneath your control.

as you began to bounce up and down faster on his still spurting cock, his eyes widened in shock, a high-pitched moan tearing from his throat. he'd never been taken so aggressively, never experienced such unbridled power and dominance from a lover.

"ahhh, yes, fuck!!" he cried out, his voice cracking with pleasure and surprise, "more, please, i need it-ngh...~!" his hands flew to your hips, gripping them tightly as he struggled to maintain some semblance of control, to guide your movements rather than simply being swept away by the torrent of sensation. but it was a losing battle, and soon he was simply clinging to you, his head thrown back in ecstasy as you rode him with wild abandon.

"oh gods, you feel amazing, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-"

you lean in closer, your voice a low, teasing whisper that drips with authority. “that’s it pretty boy,” you murmur, your fingers tightening their grip just enough to send shivers through him. “you want to come for me, don’t you? show me how much you need me.”

your lips brush against his ear as you drag your walls slower, deeper, and more deliberately around him, coaxing every inch of pleasure from his trembling body.

“let go,” you command softly, your breath hot against his skin. “i want to feel you lose control.” his moans grow louder, more frantic, the desperate need in his eyes begging for your permission to release.

“cum for me,” you whisper, voice low and seductive. “come undone in my hands.” at your command, his body seized, his cock jerking violently inside you as a massive orgasm ripped through him. he choked your name, his voice raw and desperate, as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over him.

"cumming, princess, cumming so hard!" he gasped, his hips bucking erratically to meet your downward thrusts. his seed pulsed out in thick, scalding streams, flooding your convulsing channel and painting your inner walls with his essence. feeling his climax, your own breath hitches and your eyes roll back, every nerve alight with a scorching heat. your walls clamp down around him instinctively, pulling him deeper as your own orgasm surges through you in overwhelming sync.

the sensation of your tight, spasming pussy milking his cock was almost too much to bear, and his vision blurred at the edges as he teetered on the brink of blackout. yet still he clung to you, his fingers digging into your flesh as he surrendered to the overwhelming tide of bliss.

as the last waves of pleasure subsided, his chest heaved with exhaustion, his eyes locked on yours with a mixture of awe and adoration. the air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and the sound of your ragged breathing filled his ears. he felt his heart still racing, his body trembling with the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking. it was as if the entire world had narrowed to a single, shining point—the two of you, lost in the depths of your passion.

as the last tremors of your shared orgasms subsided, he pulled you into a searing, passionate kiss. soft moans escaped both of you, the kiss a perfect storm of need and tenderness as his lips moved hungrily against yours, tasting the salt of your sweat, the sweetness of your breath. he poured all his desire, his adoration, into the heated embrace, his tongue delving deep with yours.

when finally he broke away, his chest heaved, his eyes burning with an insatiable hunger. "one more round, princess?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper, "i don't think i can get enough of you tonight…"

— GEPARD, DAN HENG, luka, gallagher, PHAINON, SUNDAY

"tell me you want it. say it like you mean it."

✧/✧/✧ you had always clashed with him. it didn’t matter if it was in the training arena, behind closed doors during strategy meetings, or even in front of others—you and he simply didn’t see eye to eye. you were both strong-willed, sharp-tongued, and unwilling to back down. and that tension… everyone else noticed it too.

but what no one knew was how that fire between you burned just as hot in private. there were nights when the sharp glares and cutting words gave way to something far more dangerous, far more consuming.

tonight was one of those nights.

you were pressed against the cold stone wall of the barracks, your breath coming in short gasps as his body pinned yours in place. his voice was a low growl in your ear, commanding, unwavering, leaving no room for resistance.

“tell me you want it,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. his hands held your wrists firmly above your head, his strength making it impossible to break free. “say it like you mean it.”

the power thrummed through every word, his dominance demanding not just your body but your admission, your surrender. and despite the way your pride flared, you couldn’t deny how badly you wanted him, how much the fire between you consumed every thought.

your breath hitched as his grip on your wrists tightened, the rough scrape of the wall against your back a sharp reminder of just how trapped you were. your pride burned hot in your chest, urging you to stay silent, to keep even a shred of control over the situation.

but gods… the way he looked at you. his eyes were dark, intense, searing into your very soul as though he could see through every facade you’d ever built. the proximity of his body, the heat radiating off him, only made it harder to keep your resolve from crumbling.

“i–i don’t—” you started, your voice faltering when he suddenly leaned in closer, his lips barely brushing your ear as he whispered again, low and commanding.

“say it like you mean it.”

his free hand trailed slowly down your side, fingers grazing the curve of your hip before resting firmly against your thigh, holding you in place. your entire body trembled with need, but you bit your lip hard, still resisting, even as a traitorous whimper slipped past your lips.

he tilted his head, lips brushing your jaw now. “you’re shaking,” he murmured, voice dark and knowing. “you want me… so why don’t you admit it?” his grip loosens slightly, but he doesn't let go. His other hand moves to cup the back of your neck, tilting your face up so he can look at you properly. the smirk that plays on his lips is slow, deliberate, and full of something dangerously close to satisfaction.

"you're not exactly making this easy," he mutters, his voice lower than usual, almost a growl. "but then again, you never have been." he leans in again, this time pressing his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. there's no pressure, no force—just the weight of his presence, the unspoken challenge between you.

"you think you're the first person to try to play hard to get with me? you're not even close." he steps back just enough to let you breathe, but not escape.

your chest heaves as the sudden space between you feels like a taunt, like he’s daring you to run even though you both know you won’t. your back remains pressed to the wall, the phantom heat of his body still clinging to your skin. his hand remains on the back of your neck, thumb brushing idly along the curve of your jaw in a touch that feels far too intimate for the tension threading between you.

“you’re infuriating,” you manage, though your voice lacks the bite you intended. he chuckles lowly, the sound reverberating through your chest. “maybe. but i’m not wrong,” he murmurs, voice like velvet over steel. “you want me. you’ve always wanted me.”

his forehead presses to yours again, his gaze pinning you in place, holding you as securely as any physical restraint.

“say it,” he whispers, almost softly this time, though the command in his tone is undeniable. “tell me you want me, and i’ll give you everything you’re too scared to ask for.”

your lips part, but the words catch in your throat as his thumb grazes over your lower lip, coaxing, teasing, patient yet utterly unyielding. his eyes flicker down to your parted lips, lingering there for a moment before meeting your gaze again. there's a heat in those dark depths, a promise and a challenge all at once. when he speaks again, his voice is low and rough, sending shivers down your spine.

"i've seen the way you look at me when you think i'm not watching. the flush on your cheeks, how your breath quickens…" his hand slides from your jaw to the side of your neck, feeling your pulse jump beneath his fingertips. "don't deny it. we both know the truth." he whispers closer, his lips a hairsbreadth from yours now. you can feel the warmth of his breath mingling with your own.

"you say you hate me, but your body… it betrays you. it craves my touch, my attention." his hand slides down from your neck to your collarbone, fingers splayed possessively across your racing heart. the heat of his palm seeps through the thin fabric of your shirt, branding your skin. "i can feel how fast your heart is beating," he murmurs, voice a low rumble. "like a caged bird desperate to break free.iIs that what you are, desperate for me?"

his other hand releases your wrist only to trail slowly, teasingly, up your arm, leaving goosebumps on your skin. he leans in, nose skimming along your jaw, inhaling deeply as if savoring your scent. "you drive me mad."

your hands press lightly against his chest, not enough to push him away, just enough to keep the smallest bit of distance between you. you can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palms, maddeningly calm compared to your own frantic rhythm.

“i…” the word slips from your lips as barely a whisper, your gaze flicking down, unable to meet his piercing eyes. you should push him away. you should say no. but the heat coiling low in your stomach betrays you, the way your body leans instinctively into his touch, giving you away.

his fingers splay wider against your collarbone, a subtle reminder of his control as he tilts his head to catch your gaze. “look at me,” he murmurs, his voice dark velvet.

you swallow hard, slowly lifting your eyes to his. the intensity in his stare makes your breath hitch, your fingers curling slightly against his chest as though holding on to something solid.

“should i take your silence as a yes?” he teases softly, his lips brushing your temple. “or are you still going to fight me?”

your heart pounds painfully in your chest as you bite your lip, every part of you screaming to resist even as the pull toward him grows stronger. “i… i don’t know,” you finally whisper, voice trembling.

his smirk returns, slow and dangerous, his thumb brushing along your jaw. “then let me show you,” he murmurs, leaning in just close enough for his breath to fan across your lips. “i’ll make you want me so badly you won’t be able to deny it.”

his hand slides from your jaw to tangle in your hair, gripping gently but firmly. he uses the hold to tilt your head back, exposing the column of your throat to his heated gaze. his other hand trails down your side, coming to rest on your hip, where he squeezes lightly, pulling you impossibly closer.

“just… feel,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over your pulse point. “if you want me to stop, say the word and i will. but if you want this, little bird… let yourself go. only if you want it too.”

he pauses deliberately, giving you space to pull away, to decide. when you don’t, when instead your body leans subtly closer, he nips lightly at your earlobe before soothing the sting with his tongue, his breath fanning over your sensitive skin.

one of his legs slips between yours, pressing against your core as he grinds subtly against you. "that's it," he purrs, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "stop thinking, stop overthinking. just feel the heat building between us, the way our bodies fit together like they were made for each other."

his hand on your hip slides around to grip your ass, kneading the flesh roughly as he pulls you harder against him. you can feel every hard plane of his body pressed against your softer curves, the evidence of his arousal evident even through their clothes.

"i'm going to worship every inch of you,"

his lips blaze a trail of fire up your neck, pausing to nip and suck at your earlobe. his hand in your hair tugs gently, forcing your head back further to expose more of your throat to his hungry mouth. "gonna taste you everywhere," he growls against your skin, his voice rough with desire. "lick and suck until you're writhing, begging for more."

the hand on your ass slides around to grip your thigh, hoisting your leg up to wrap around his waist. he grinds against you harder, letting you feel the thick ridge of his erection through his pants. "feel that, baby? feel what you do to me?" he pants, his hips rolling in a slow, filthy grind. "i'm so fucking hard for you already. can't wait to bury myself inside your tight little cunt."

you swallow hard, your chest heaving as the heat from his body makes your thoughts swirl. your hands clutch at his shoulders for balance, your voice soft but steady as you whisper, “yes.”

he stills, pulling back just enough to search your face, his dark eyes locked onto yours. “what?” he asks quietly, almost as if he needs to hear it again. your cheeks flush as you take a shaky breath, gathering every ounce of courage to say the words. “i… i want it,” you admit, voice trembling but sure.

a low, pleased growl rumbles in his chest, and the corner of his mouth curls into a sinful smirk. “that’s a good girl,” he murmurs, his hand in your hair loosening to cradle the back of your head with surprising tenderness. “you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”

he walks backwards towards the bed, keeping you pinned against his chest. with a swift movement, he sits on the edge of the mattress and pulls you down to straddle his lap. his large hands settle on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles on your hipbones as he looks up at you with hooded eyes. his hands skim down your sides, fingers digging into your hips possessively as he grinds his hardness against your core.

"i've wanted this for so long." he groans, his lips finding the shell of your ear. "wanted to bend you over and take you, claim you, make you mine." one hand slides under your shirt, calloused palm skimming over the smooth skin of your stomach before cupping your breast roughly. he thumbs your nipple through the thin lace of your bra, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

"gonna ruin you," he promises darkly, nipping at your jaw. "fuck you so good you'll forget your own name." a breathless laugh slips past your lips, though it’s tinged with anticipation. “then you’d better back that up,” you murmur, tilting your chin up in a teasing challenge.

your nails lightly drag over his shoulders as you add, voice soft but daring, “show me just how good you can fuck me… make me forget everything but you.”

"oh, i'll make you feel things you've never felt before." he murmurs against your pulse point. his hands slide up your sides, pushing your shirt up and off in one smooth motion. he tosses it aside carelessly, his dark eyes raking over your exposed skin hungrily. leaning in, he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, his tongue darting out to taste your skin.

"beautiful," he rumbles appreciatively, palming your breasts through the thin lace of your bra. "can't wait to get my mouth on these perfect tits."

with deft fingers, he reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, freeing your breasts. he groans at the sight, immediately ducking his head to capture the tender peak of your breast between his lips. he suckles hard, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as his hand kneads the soft flesh of the other breast.

he lavishes attention on your breasts, alternating between firm suckles and gentle licks. his hands roam your back, tracing the dip of your waist and the flare of your hips. he rocks you against his lap, grinding his cloth-covered erection against your core in a delicious friction.

"fuck, the way you move, he groans, releasing your nipple with a wet pop. "so responsive and eager for my touch." he breathes, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your pants, he starts tugging them down, along with your panties. he swiftly strips you completely bare, leaving you naked in his lap.

"gonna explore every inch of you," he promises, his hands mapping the newly exposed skin of your thighs. "and find all the places that make you gasp and moan."

your breath hitched at his words, heat rushing to your cheeks as his hands roamed your bare thighs with slow, deliberate intent. “g-gods…” you whispered, bringing your hands up to cover your face in a flustered attempt to hide how much his words affected you.

he let out a low chuckle, leaning in closer so his breath brushed against your ear. “oh? shy now?” he teased softly, fingers squeezing your thighs just enough to make you squirm. “don’t hide from me… i’m going to explore every inch of you, remember? and i want to see every single expression when i find the spots that make you gasp and moan.”

he lays you back on the bed, hovering over you with a predatory gleam in his eye. slowly, torturously, he peels off his own shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest and abs. he settles between your thighs, the heat of his body seeping into your skin. starting at your ankle, he begins to map your body with his mouth.

he presses open-mouthed kisses along the inside of your calf, his tongue darting out to taste your skin. he works his way higher, lavishing attention on the sensitive spot behind your knee, the crease of your thigh. as he nears your center, he pauses, his hot breath ghosting over your most intimate area. he looks up at you, dark eyes smoldering with lust.

your breath hitched as his gaze locked onto yours, the intensity in his eyes making your heart race even faster. your hands fisted in the sheets beneath you, toes curling as anticipation coiled tight in your belly. “please…” you whispered, your voice trembling, though you weren’t even sure what you were begging for—only that you needed more of his touch, more of him.

you bit your lip, lifting your hips ever so slightly toward him in silent invitation, your cheeks flushing at your own boldness. “don’t… don’t stop now,” you managed, your voice soft but desperate. “i… i want you.”

"want you too baby," he replies before he knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed, broad shoulders relaxed but his grip on your waist firm as he pulled you down the mattress. the cool sheets bunched beneath you as he dragged you toward the edge, your thighs instinctively parting for him.

“closer,” he murmured, voice low and commanding, hooking his hands behind your knees to pull them over his shoulders. your thighs trembled as he adjusted you exactly where he wanted, your hips now balanced perfectly at the edge of the bed.

he glanced up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, the heat in his stare making your breath catch. one hand slid around to anchor at your hip while the other pressed lightly against your thigh, keeping you open for him.

“that’s it,” he whispered, leaning in until his breath fanned warm over your most sensitive spot. “stay right here for me… i want you just like this.” without warning, he buries his face between your thighs, his tongue delving deep into your dripping folds. he laps at your essence, moaning at the sweet taste of your arousal. his hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he feasts on your pussy like a starving man.

he focuses his attention on your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. at the same time, he thrusts two fingers knuckle deep into your tight channel, pumping them in and out in a relentless rhythm.

he slows his movements, taking his time to savour your taste and reactions. he starts with feather light touches—the barest brush of his tongue along your slit, the gentlest caress of his fingers inside you. he watches your face intently, gauging your responses.

every so often, he darts his tongue out to circle your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp before pulling back. his fingers remain still inside you, curled to hit that special spot but not moving, letting you feel full and stretched. he alternates between these teasing touches and long, slow licks up your entire sex, from entrance to clit and back again. each stroke of his tongue is deliberate, designed to build the tension slowly, maddeningly.

he withdraws his fingers from your dripping cunt, leaving you empty and aching. slowly, teasingly, he brings his thumb to your slick folds, coating it in your juices. he rubs the pad of his thumb in slow, deliberate circles around your clit, applying just enough pressure to make your hips buck involuntarily.

"look at this pretty little pussy," he purrs, his voice a low, dirty rumble. "so wet for me already. practically dripping onto the sheets." he dips his thumb lower, collecting more of your essence before bringing it up to your clit again. this time, he presses down harder, rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub.

"this greedy cunt is begging for my cock, isn't it? throbbing and clenching, desperate to be filled." your fingers twist tightly in the sheets, knuckles turning white as you fight to keep your body still, but it’s useless. a soft, broken moan escapes your lips, your hips jerking helplessly at the relentless circles of his thumb.

“p-please…” you whimper, your voice trembling with need as your thighs instinctively try to close around his hand, only for him to hold you open. your back arches, breasts pressing up toward the ceiling as the pleasure builds unbearably, your slick dripping down onto the sheets just like he said.

“i-it’s too much,” you whisper through a shaky breath, though the way your hips rock against his thumb betrays just how badly you crave it. “i… i need you, please…”

your eyes flutter open, hazy and wet with tears you hadn’t realized had gathered, looking down at him through your lashes. “i’m so empty,” you admit softly, your voice cracking on the words. “please fill me… i can’t take it anymore.”

he continues his assault on your sex, alternating between broad strokes and targeted flicks of his thumb. his other hand slides up your body to cup your breast, kneading the soft flesh and rolling your nipple between his fingers. leaning in, he replaces his thumb with his tongue, lapping at your folds in long, slow licks.

he savours your taste, moaning against your skin as he drinks in your arousal. his hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider as he buries his face deeper between your legs, determined to bring you to the heights of pleasure with nothing but his skilled mouth. he adds a third finger to the mix, stretching you wider as he pumps them in and out at a faster pace. his fingers curl inside you, stroking along your inner walls as he targets that sensitive spot deep within.

at the same time, he enhcnaces his efforts on your clit, flicking the sensitive nub rapidly with the tip of his tongue. the dual stimulation proves overwhelming, and he can feel your walls starting to flutter around his invading digits. he doubles down, sucking your clit into his mouth and humming around it, the vibrations pushing you closer to the edge.

his thumb moved faster now, the slick circles on your clit growing tighter, more deliberate, as he worked you closer to the edge. your breath hitched sharply, each inhale coming quicker than the last, your chest rising and falling in frantic rhythm.

your hips jerked upward to meet the relentless motion, a strangled moan tearing from your throat as the pleasure spiked. “ah—god, please!” you gasped, voice shaking, toes curling against the sheets as you clutched them even tighter.

every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire, the quick, ruthless pace of his touch sending shivers racing through you. your breath quickened to the point of desperation, soft whimpers tumbling from your lips in time with each rapid stroke.

“i—i can’t—” you panted, back arching as the tension coiled tight inside you. “it’s too much… i’m gonna—!” feeling you teetering on the brink, he redoubles his efforts. his fingers piston in and out of your clenching heat at a breakneck pace, curling to hit that magic spot with every thrust. at the same time, he closes his lips around your clit and sucks hard, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves rapidly with the tip of his tongue.

he can sense your impending release, your walls starting to flutter and squeeze around his fingers. determined to push you over the edge, he sinks his teeth into the tender flesh of your inner thigh, marking you as his. the sharp burst of pain mingles with the intense pleasure, catapulting you into ecstasy.

your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pure bliss radiates from your core. he doesn't let up as you come undone, continuing to work you through your intense climax with his mouth and fingers. as the aftershocks start to subside, he slowly eases you down, placing soft kisses along your inner thighs and mound.

"fuck, that was beautiful," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "the way you fall apart for me, so passionate. i could watch you come all day."

he crawls up your body, settling between your spread thighs. the hard length of his erection nestles against your sensitive, still throbbing core. he braces himself above you, dark eyes boring into yours with an intensity that steals your breath.

gently, he reaches beneath your back, sliding his hands under your shoulders to shift your weight as he eases you onto your back fully. with careful, deliberate movements, he positions himself between your legs, his hips aligning with yours.

his hands slide down to cup your cheeks, thumbs tracing slow circles as he leans in closer, lips brushing yours in a heated kiss. the warmth of his body presses down onto yours, the weight both comforting and electrifying.

his hips press forward just enough for the tip of him to tease your entrance, sending a delicious ache curling through you. "ready for me, princess?" he whispers, voice low and thick with need.

your fingers clutch at his shoulders as he begins to slowly, deeply push inside you, the stretch both overwhelming and intoxicating. your breath catches, eyes locking with his as he rubs his angry tip at your clit.

"looks like they're kissing, hm?" he teases right before pausing just at the entrance, his eyes searching yours with gentle concern. “tell me if it hurts, okay? i want this to feel good for you,” he murmurs softly, his voice full of care. slowly, he begins to push inside, inch by careful inch, giving you time to adjust to the stretch.

his hands stay steady on your hips, holding you securely but tenderly, ready to pull back at the slightest sign of discomfort. when you nod, reassuring him you’re okay, he moves a little deeper, always watching your face for any sign you need him to stop. “you’re doing so well,” he breathes against your lips, his voice thick with affection.

once he’s fully inside, he holds still for a moment, letting you feel every inch before starting to move with a steady, commanding rhythm, each thrust drawing a moan from deep within your chest.

he sets a deep, powerful rhythm, his hips snapping against yours with purposeful intent. each thrust fills you completely, the thick length of him stretching you in the most delicious way. he angles his hips to hit that special spot inside you with every stroke, determined to stoke the embers of your pleasure back into a raging inferno.

"shiiiiit, you feel incredible..." he groans, his forehead resting against yours. "so tight, so perfect. like you were made for my cock." one hand slides down to grip your hip, holding you steady as he increases his pace. the other tangles in your hair, tugging your head back to expose the column of your throat. he latches onto your pulse point, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, intent on marking you as his.

"gonna fill this sweet cunt with my cum," your hot sex clenches at his words, the image of his cum painting your walls white got you excited. "fuck—yes! fuck me harder," you beg, the feeling of his painfully big cock sliding in and out of your slippery core.

"fuck you harder what....?" he hums, slowing his pace just to tease you. "fuck me harder..please..." spurred on by your plea, he begins to pound into you with wild abandon. the bed frame slams against the wall with each powerful thrust, the obscene sound mixing with your cries of pleasure. his hips blur with the speed and force of his movements, chasing his own release while determined to bring you to another earth-shattering climax.

"yes, fuck, just like that!" he snarls, sweat beading on his brow from the exertion. "take my cock, princess. milk it with this greedy little pussy like the good girl you are." he changes the angle slightly, somehow managing to go even deeper. the new position allows him to grind against your clit with every thrust, the added stimulation pushing you rapidly towards the edge once more.

his balls slap against your ass with each snap of his hips, the lewd noise only adding to the intensity of the moment. the room fills with the vulgar sounds of skin slapping against skin and your shameless moans. rivulets of sweat trickle down his chest, mingling with the slick evidence of your arousal coating his pistoning cock. the sheets beneath you are soaked and tangled, bearing testament to your shared passion.

"awh, look at the mess we're making," he pants, glancing down at where you're joined. "your pretty little hole is dripping all over my cock, making such a filthy squelch. you love being used like a fucktoy, don't you?" he punctuates his words with particularly brutal thrusts, angling to grind against your g-spot with every stroke.

reaching down, he collects some of the slick coating his shaft and brings his coated fingers to your lips. "taste yourself." you waste no time in taking his fingers in your mouth, head bobbing down as you sucked on his coated fingers with a lewd moan.

"mmmm mm....." his fingers slip past your lips, the musky, slightly salty taste of your combined arousal explodes across your tongue. it's an intense flavour—the essence of your desire mixed with the taste of his skin. the texture is slick and slightly sticky, coating your mouth and leaving a tingling sensation as you swirl your tongue around the digits, cleaning them thoroughly.

the scent is heady and intoxicating, filling your nostrils with the primal aroma of sex. it's a potent reminder of your mutual lust and the depravity of the act you're engaged in. as you suckle and lick, you can feel the heat of his gaze on you, drinking in the erotic sight of you debasing yourself for his pleasure.

he groans at the erotic sight of you suckling his fingers clean, your lips wrapped around the digits as you mimic the act of oral sex. pulling his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, he uses his saliva slick hand to stroke his throbbing cock, smearing your combined fluids along the rigid shaft.

"that's it, get a nice biiiiiig mouthful of our mixed juices. fuck, the things you do to me…" he lines himself up with your entrance once more, the swollen head nudging insistently at your slick folds. "beg for my cum, pretty. let me hear what a desperate little girl you are for me."

your breaths come in ragged gasps, heat pooling deep inside you as desperation takes hold. your voice trembles, barely more than a whisper at first, but gaining strength with every word.

“please… please fuck me harder,” you plead, eyes locked on his with a mixture of need and vulnerability. “i need you—need to feel you fill me up, make me yours.”

your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging in as you arch your back, pressing closer to him. “don’t stop… please, don’t stop.”

the raw urgency in your voice leaves no doubt—you're begging, hungry for every rough moment he’s willing to give. a feral grin spreads across his face at your desperate plea, his eyes flashing with triumph and dark hunger. "that's my good girl," he praises roughly, his voice dripping with sadistic glee.

"begging so nicely for my dick." with no further preamble, he slams into you to the hilt, hilting himself fully inside your welcoming heat. he sets a punishing pace, each thrust jarring your entire body and forcing choked moans from your throat. "this what you wanted, right? to be split open on my fat cock?" his hand wraps around your throat, squeezing lightly as he looms over you, his muscular form caging you in.

capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, he plunders your mouth with his tongue, swallowing your wanton cries. it's a kiss full of hunger, possession, and barely restrained violence. his teeth nip at your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, the coppery taste mingling with the flavour of your shared arousal.

breaking away with a growl, he attacks your neck, biting and sucking harsh marks into the delicate skin. his hips never falter in their relentless rhythm, pounding into you with animalistic fervor. gonna ruin this pussy, he snarls against your throat, his hot breath ghosting over your ear.

"fuck a baby into this fertile womb until it takes." your cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson, a mix of surprise and something undeniably thrilling stirring inside you. your breath catches, heart pounding faster at the weight of his words.

“breed me?” you whisper, voice trembling but curious, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “how more hotter can you get?” you chuckle.

his eyes darken with primal lust at your response, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "oh, i'm just getting started, princess," he purrs dangerously, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "by the time i'm done with you, this belly will be swollen with my seed, your tits heavy with milk. you'll always ready and eager for my cock."

to emphasize his point, he reaches down to roughly palm your stomach, as if imagining it rounded with his child. the possessive gesture sends a shiver down your spine, equal parts terrifying and arousing. "i'm going to pump you so full of my cum, you'll be leaking for days. everyone will know who this cunt belongs to."

his thrusts become erratic, driven by the primal urge to claim and breed. the wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh fill the room, punctuated by your high-pitched keens and his guttural grunts. sweat drips down his straining muscles as he chases his release, determined to mark you irrevocably as his.

with a final, brutal snap of his hips, he hilts himself inside you, his thick cock pulsing and twitching as he starts to unload. hot ropes of cum paint your insides, flooding your unprotected womb with his virile seed. it feels like he's pumping a gallon of jizz directly into your core, the sheer volume causing your stomach to swell slightly with the force of his release.

as he continues to fill you with his seed, his eyes gleam with satisfaction, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "feel every drop," he growls, his movements slowing but never stopping. "you're mine now, completely mine." his grip tightens, holding you close as he empties himself into you, the sensation overwhelming and intense.

panting heavily, he collapses onto you, his softening cock still buried deep inside your cum-filled cunt. he peppers your neck and jaw with hot, open mouthed kisses, occasionally grazing his teeth over your pulse point. one large hand splays possessively over your lower abdomen, as if already imagining it round with his child.

he rolls his hips lazily, stirring the thick load of semen inside you and ensuring every drop takes root. the feeling of his potent seed sloshing around in your well used hole sends aftershocks rippling through your body, prolonging your pleasure. "fuck, i can feel it sloshing around in there," he groans appreciatively, giving your stuffed pussy a gentle squeeze.

"such a good little breeder, taking my load so well." he pulls out of you with a wet squelch, a river of pearly white cum immediately beginning to leak from your gaping, twitching hole. with a satisfied grunt, he scoops some of the excess jizz and pushes it back inside you, plugging you up with his fingers.

"don't waste a single drop." he commands huskily, his eyes glinting with dark satisfaction as he watches his seed dribble out around his digits. "keep it all inside this hungry cunt. maybe if you're lucky, it'll take and you'll be carrying my baby soon."

he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips to suck them clean, never breaking eye contact. the obscene display makes it clear that he owns you completely now—body, mind and soul.

he pauses, meeting your eyes with deliberate care. "if you’re okay with this,” he says quietly, voice steady but laced with need. “i want all of you, but only if you’ll give yourself to me.”

when you nod, whispering your consent, he finally slides his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean with a slow, sensual hum—still holding your gaze.

“good,” he breathes, lowering his hand to cradle your face tenderly. “because you’re mine… every part of you. and i’ll treasure that for as long as you let me.”

— GEPARD, JING YUAN, PHAINON, welt, luocha, BOOTHILL, CAELUS, SUNDAY

note: fyi everyone i have been working on this everyday since tuesday for 9 hours daily.

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Aventurine

“You like that, don’t you?” He asks, grip on your throat. Its not enough to hurt you, but enough for you to know his hand is there. “You like my cock stretchin’ you out, huh?” You're unable answer him, the only thing you manage are whines and moans slipping through his fingers through your throat. He'd be mean to not let you moan out like a bitch in heat after all. Aventurine smirks knowingly, continuing his assault on your insides.

“Can't believe no one ever went inside you, youre far too good. Shit-you love it too, don't you?” You whine out, hiccuping out a moan as his other hand travels down your tummy, the soft touch sending waves to your core. His fingers eventually find your clit, rubbinh the swollen skin over and over again. Your eyes glaze over and roll back, it's too much, too much!

Your vision goes white as your orgasm hits you unexpectedly, stealing the breath from your lungs as your legs shake and back arches. “Mine, ok? Youre mine, my girl. You don't mind do you? Surely you don't...look at you, sweet girl.”

Blade

“feels s’fucking good—“ you mindlessly babbles out. His large palms are stretched out on both sides of you hips, nails digging into your skin. “Such a greedy little pussy,” he groans out with another roll of his hips. “keeps suckin’ me back in…you're a little greedy slut, hm?" he teases.

You can feel his hot breath fanning your ear while his dark hair tickles your neck. The sloppy sounds that fill the room seem to only grow louder with each thrust, as your arousal practically drips down his balls. Headboard constantly hitting the wall. You wouldn't be surprised if something would break this night, and it doesn't need to be the bed.

“if you keep moaning like a bitch in heat, i won't fucking stop,” he hissed out, as he presses down on your stomach which makes you whimper in response. "Naw, look at that," he points at the bulge in your stomach, "that's me all the way inside your greedy cunt."

Boothill

"you still good, darlin?" he asked, amused, his hands moving up to grab one of your tits, giving it a squeeze with his cold hands. He hummed at your subtle nod, his fingers pinching your nipple from below with just the right amount of pressure to bring you to the edge but not send you over. He knows he could do this for hours, his stamina is much longer than yours after all, but he doesn't want to push you just yet.

"shit.." he cursed, though not out of frustration, “your pussy is driving me crazy." he whispered against your folds, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers through your entire body, it almost felt as if you were being electrocuted or something. “its so fucking pretty for no fucking reason...”

Caelus

“shiiit-just like that...” he mumbles out as he lazily guides your movements, helping you bounce yourself up and down on his cock. Hands softly gripping your hips as he guides you. He smirks when he heard your whine as a reaction to his groans, golden halflidded eyes stare up at you. He thinks you’re adorable when you’re like this, so desperate for him yet so adamant on not asking for his help. You had no idea what you were doing, well, neither does he. But you insisted on riding him.

“doing so well,” he says with a slight whine as he thrusts his hips up in time with your movements. It doesn’t take much effort for him to flip you over and have you at his mercy. Your legs are now lifted over his shoulders while his dick is fucking you even deeper, "sorry,-shit-sorry I couldn't-hold myself back much longer-!"

Dan Heng

“just as i expected, it slipped right in...” your arm immediately slung over your face to hide your embarrassment. Something about the way he talks to you has you throbbing.

“fuck, so deep inside you already.” he breathes, as he eases his way into you. He's so painfully splitting you open. You whine and whimper, it feels too good to be true. “that’s it, there’s my girl.” his raspy laugh fills the silence. “youre doing so good for me, just a bit longer, ok?”

He speeds up his thrusts, "eyes on me," he says, "you can do it, eyes on me." And when he hits just the right spot, your eyes roll back and flutter closed.

"Good girl."

Dr. Ratio

“it hurts, doesn't it?” he whispers, no mock, no tease, unusual for him. He knows it hurts, he's just deep enough inside you, balls deep.

“yes, it hurts…” you whine, eyes watering as you adjust. He’s letting you distract yourself a bit, letting you soak up the pain with pleasure. “… so bad.” you keep whining.

"I know, it will get better." he presses his hips flat against you, just to slowly drag his cock out of you again, leaving just his tip inside. “Doing good for a first timer. Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know.”

You nod desperately, biting your lip between your teeth.

“I'll be slow, we got time.” he mumbles, a sick grin painting across his face. He'd be lying if he would say he doesn't enjoy the power play that's going on at the moment. "I'M gonna teach you everything you need to know."

Gallagher

Your mouth falls open when he grinds his hard cock against your ass. Youre breathing hard, chest heaving. But you can't help but lean back against his chest. He slips a hand back into your underwear, rubbing slow circles against your clit. His breath is hot against your ear as he chuckles at your reaction. His middle finger slips between your folds and gathers some of your arousal to use it at your clit again. Once he had your hips jerking and whines leaving your lips, he slips two of his thick fingers inside. He moves slowly, fingers working inside of you like a caress.

“I- ‘m gonna-” you muster, weakly clawing at his arms.

He slips his hand out of your pussy again, letting his tongue run over his fingers, lapping at your juices. He hums, as the taste hits his tounge, “Shit, girl. Got me addicted already.”

Gepard

“That’s it.. Just like that..” He takes hold of the hand, kissing your knuckles, whispering soft praises into your skin to help you work up courage to keep riding him. He knows it's embarrassing for you, he knows you doubt yourself. But he also knows that you can do it.

“Doing so good for me, ok? So good, keep going..”

It takes his everything to hold back his hips and not fuck up into you, it's all too inviting.  He holds you, wrapping both arms around your torso and pull you close to his chest. One hand slips down to your hips, guiding you on his cock. "Like that, yeah."

Hot breaths reach your ear as he hums in approvment. "Good...shit--good."

Jing Yuan

“ass up. There you go, atta girl.” and you almost shiver from his touch on you'd hips as he turns you over. Jing Yuan stares at your ass, bringing a rough palm towards your left cheek. “Mm, nice. You're doing good. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you...for now.”

As he speaks, your cheek presses further against the pillow, hiding in embarrassment. Jing Yuan watches as your ass writhes and he hums, springing out his thick cock. “I'm going in, ok? No need to be scared”

“ok...” you breathe, big talk for someone who probably has way to much experience for his own good.

"I'll go easy on you, I promised you that birdie." He whispers in your ear as he leans over, slowly pushing in.

Jiaoqiu

He dives in, his tongue delving deep into your soaked folds. He laps at you hungrily, savoring your taste as he eats you out with wild abandon. His tongue swirls around your clit before sucking it between his lips, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly. “you're so hot...,” he hums against your core, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. “thank you for the meal...”

Your finger desperately looking for support and found his hair, scratching his scalp with your long nails in the process. You can't help but let one hand wander to one of his ears, tugging on it. Immediately a whine leaves his lips as he laps on you more desperately than before.

He doubles his efforts, lapping at your clit with broad strokes of his tongue before sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and suckling greedily.

"Do that again and watch me eat you up."

Luka

Luka leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he pounds into you relentlessly. His hands grip your hips hard you feel like you might see some bruises tomorrow as a souvenir.

"Damn, you take my cock better than expected, baby," he rasps against your mouth, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Way to fucking well, you sure you're a virgin?" he breaks the kiss to gaze down at you. “look at me,” he commands, "that pussy is mine now. Mine."

As you meet his eyes, he reaches between your bodies to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck-didnt know you could get any tighter."

Luocha

The next thing you felt was his cock entering you all at once, barely giving you time to get used to his huge size and thickness. Hes not a mean man by any means, but he figured that maybe him going in faster with the ammount of slick you already got, might be less painful. Wronh judgment in a hazy moment. And fuck if he didn't love feeling the way your cunt stretched to accommodate him, how your walls are so tight around his length.

When he did it, it was over for you, and you thanked him with the most beautiful sounds he ever heard. You squeezed him and croed out, making a mess of yourself as you grab onto his shoulders for support. It all was too much for you, too much happening all at once. But you'd be a lair to say you didn't enjoy it.

He would slowly start to run against you, holding your hips in place as he drags his cock in and out of your hole. His slow speed was annoying, painful, but so good.

But the best feeling was yet to come.

“Just you wait once I'm done with you. We'll have plenty of time left to get to know each other much better."

Sampo

Without warning, he pulled out – only halfway – and plunged back inside you with an almighty push. It .ade your eyes roll back into your skull, your mind went blank for a second. His teasing laugh pulling you back into reality, "Oops-went to hard there~" As a apology he went softer on you, slowly dragging his cock in and out of your hole.

“Doing so well for me,” he groaned, as he lightly speed up again, holding your hips in a tight grip.

"Damn-" he groans as you grap onto his shoulders and dig your nails in. "Careful there baby, you don't wanna hurt poor Sampo, hm?" He laughs again as he kisses down your neck and leaves yet another bite behind.

"We could do this more often, I know I wouldn't mind."

Sunday

The all so collected man practically loses it when you wrap your legs around his back. You unknowingly push him against you, silently asking for more. "Needy, needy." he teases as breaths in your ear, giving it a soft kiss afterwards.

“Dont you worry, I'm not done with you yet.”

Although his words came out more scary than they should, his action of hiding into your shoulder makes it all seem more pathetic than dominant. His wings flutter as your parted lips let a whine escape.

He groans, burying his cock deep just as it starts to gush, painting your walls white. Your nails dig hard into his scalp.

“That came...rather unexpected.”

Welt

“it won’t fit!” you sob out loud. No way this all will fit inside you, you never took anything, or anything that size. He's bigger than you, this wont fit without tears. But you're determined today, telling him you wanted to fit everything in you.

He trails his fingers up and down your side before one hand snakes down to thumb at your clit while the other large hand clasps your hip. "i'll make it fit, and I'll be careful." he promises, soft as he pleasures you. You expected nothing less of him, he always treated you with more care than any others. He softly rubs your clit as he enters, a way of distracting you from the pain that you will encounter.

The roars of the audience still rang in your ears like an echo you couldn't escape. Their clapping, their cheers, their feverish demands for more. You had thought you would collapse onstage, either from exhaustion or from dread—but somehow, impossibly, the performance had ended in a tie.

No one died. Not him. Not you.

That thought alone made your chest heave as you staggered into the narrow passage at stage right, attendants immediately swarming you.

"Water?" one of them said, offering a bottle. Another reached for your sleeve, already tugging at the costume laces. "You need to sit—"

"I said leave me," you snapped, surprising yourself with the sharpness in your voice. "Go."

They hesitated, exchanged uneasy glances, but when they saw the fire in your eyes, they obeyed. The sound of their retreating footsteps left only the thundering of your pulse.

ꫂ❁

On the other side of the stage, you knew Luka was going through the same ritual. Attendants fussing, tugging, asking, and nagging. And you knew, you knew, he would snap just as quickly.

He always did when his patience ran thin.

You pressed your palm against the wall, dragging in a breath. The song still clung to you, the sway of it, the rawness of your movements, the burn in your chest from lyrics that demanded your soul. You'd seen Luka too, across the stage, golden eyes molten with something you couldn't quite name then, though now you knew.

Heat. Want. Hunger.

The moment you heard boots striking the floor of the hallway, quick, unhesitating, your head turned.

And there he was.

Luka cut through the dim corridor with his princely stride, hair disheveled from the performance, yellow eyes glowing like molten metal beneath heavy lashes. His pale skin gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat, and his shirt was half-undone, clinging in places where the spotlight had burned too hot. His chest rose and fell with quickened breaths, though his expression—oh, his expression—was a cool, practiced calm, like nothing in the world could touch him.

Except his eyes were locked on you. Only you.

"Luka—" you began, voice soft, but he didn't give you the chance.

"You move like a knife," he murmured, voice low, smooth, carrying the faintest edge of rasp from the performance. "Sharp. Precise. Every step carved into me."

You swallowed, fingers curling against your thigh. "It was just the choreography."

"No," he said, sharper now, cutting off your protest. He advanced, each step deliberate, almost predatory. "It was you. The way your body answered that song.. it wasn't just movement. It was—" He stopped in front of you, so close the air between you turned molten. His voice dropped. "—it was sin. And I wanted to devour it."

Your breath stuttered. "The aliens seemed to eat it up," you managed, grasping for steadiness.

That earned a small laugh, low and breathless, his mouth curving into a grin that wasn't entirely princely. "The aliens, yes. But I—" his gaze flicked over you, slow, deliberate, hungry. "I want to eat you up."

Before you could answer, he moved—guiding you backward with a hand at your waist, the wall catching you gently as he pressed closer, close enough for his heat to wrap around you.

"Luka—"

"You think I didn't notice?" His lips brushed close to your ear, his breath fanning your skin. "Every sway of your hips, every arch of your spine—it was torture. The kind of torture I could live in forever."

You shivered, caught between relief that you were both alive and the dangerous spark that had been lit during the performance.

"Either one of us could've died," you whispered, trembling.

"And yet we didn't," Luka countered, his tone velvet but burning. His hand slid up your side, not yet indecent, but enough to make your pulse stumble. "Perhaps fate is cruel. Or perhaps it's merciful. I don't care which. I care only that you're here."

"Luka..."

He leaned back just enough to meet your eyes. Those damn gold irises burned with unspoken fever, but his lips curved into that familiar princely smirk he used to sway the aliens when he was on stage. "You're trembling."

"Because of you," you breathed.

Something uncoiled in him then, he laughed again, soft and breathless, but this time his composure cracked. "Then let me be the cause of more."

He captured your mouth in a kiss, not yet the deep, consuming kind, but enough to steal your breath, enough to taste the urgency he had been holding back onstage. His hand tangled in your hair, the other still anchored at your waist. You melted, your arms instinctively looping around his neck.

ꫂ❁

The knock of footsteps down the hall startled you both, but Luka only growled softly, pulling back just enough to mutter against your ear, breath hot, "Changing room. Now."

You let him guide you, both of you half-running, half-stumbling into the room reserved for you. Luka slammed the door shut with his foot, the lock clicking into place. The muffled noise of the stage, the attendants, the world outside, now gone.

Here, there was only you. Him. And the aftermath of the fire you had lit together.

You crossed to the mirror, fingers fumbling with the makeup wipes, trying to ground yourself in something as simple as removing stage paint. But your reflection betrayed you: flushed cheeks, eyes still glittering with adrenaline.

Behind you, Luka's gaze seared into your back. "Even now," he murmured, voice thick, "you glow."

You tried to laugh, but it came out breathless. "It's just the makeup."

"No." He stepped closer, his reflection now looming behind yours, hands braced on either side of your chair. "It's you. It's always you."

You dropped the wipe, your hands trembling. "Luka..."

His head lowered, his lips brushing your neck, the barest ghost of a kiss. "You always haunt me.. but since the moment we stepped off that stage?.. I can't—" His mouth soon found the corner of your jaw, hot and insistent. "—I can't keep my hands from you."

Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut as his touch finally—finally—slid lower, tracing fabric, pulling, teasing at barriers that wouldn't last long.

The tie had saved you both. But now, alone, you realized you'd awoken something in him far more dangerous than death.

ꫂ❁

His lips lingered at your jawline, the faint rasp of his breath spilling against your skin, and you swore every nerve in your body was alive. Luka's hands trailed down the line of your waist, deliberate, like he wanted to memorize every inch he touched.

"You don't know what you've done to me," he whispered, voice thick with restrained hunger. "Up there on that stage—you were fire. No... you were the whole inferno. And I—" His mouth brushed the hollow beneath your ear, the press of his teeth barely grazing. "—I wanted to burn with you."

Your breath shuddered out of you, words fumbling. "Luka..."

The sound of his name on your tongue drew a low sound from his chest—half laugh, half groan. "Say it again."

"Luka."

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes in the mirror, golden gaze molten, the edges of his princely composure slipping. "Good girl." The words came out smooth, but there was a dangerous undertone, the kind that made your stomach flip.

His fingers found the edge of your costume, tugging at the laces with steady precision. "Off," he murmured, almost to himself. "This—" a sharp tug loosened the tie, the fabric slackening over your shoulders "—doesn't belong on, especially between us."

You reached for his wrist, but not to stop him. Just to anchor yourself. "We almost lost each other tonight," you breathed.

"And that's why I can't wait," he countered, voice edged with urgency. "Do you understand? I was prepared to die if it meant you lived. And then—" his laugh was quiet, almost unhinged, "—fate gave me both. You alive. Here. With me."

The costume slipped further, exposing your shoulder, and Luka's lips immediately descended on the revealed skin, pressing a kiss that was anything but princely. It was hungry, claiming, worshiping and devouring all at once.

"You're trembling again," he murmured against your skin.

"Because of you," you admitted, barely a whisper.

He smirked, eyes flashing. "Then I'll make you tremble more."

His hands roamed now, tugging the fabric lower, skimming the curve of your sides, the heat of his palms branding you through what little barrier was left. Every brush, every deliberate slide of his fingers felt like it carried the weight of the tie, the relief of being alive, the need to seize this moment before anything could take it away.

You turned in his arms, makeup half-wiped, your face flushed, and looked at him directly. Luka's hair clung damply to his forehead, his lips parted with heavy breath, eyes fixed on you like you were the only thing in the universe.

"You're staring," you whispered.

He laughed softly, though it came out breathless. "How could I not? You're mine. My victory. My survival. My—" His hands cupped your face, tilting it up. "—everything."

And then his lips claimed yours.

This time, the kiss was anything but gentle. It was deep, hungry, desperate—everything he had been holding back pouring into the press of his mouth against yours. His hand tangled in your hair, pulling just enough to tilt your head back, while the other slid down the curve of your back, pressing your body against him, making you able to feel the outline of something hard growing and pulsing in his pants.

You gasped against him, your hands flying to his shirt, pushing at the already loosened buttons. He broke the kiss only long enough to shrug it off, fabric falling to the floor, scars and pale skin catching the faint glow of the changing room light.

"Look at me," he demanded softly, golden eyes sharp even through the haze of heat. "See me. The whole of me."

"I see you," you whispered, fingers tracing the line of his sternum scar, reverent.

His breath caught, but then he smirked again, leaning in to brush his lips against yours, murmuring between kisses. "Good. Because I'm about to ruin you for anyone else."

His hands were on you again, tugging at fabric, sliding it down, baring more skin with every deliberate touch. He kissed down your neck, across your shoulder, each kiss hotter, more insistent.

You clutched at him, every nerve alight, every thought drowned beneath the sheer intensity of him, his mouth, his hands, his voice threading through your senses.

The door stayed locked. The world stayed outside. Here, in the cramped glow of the changing room, Luka was no longer the princely idol, no longer the calculated manipulator. He was a man undone, desperate, alive, and utterly consumed by you.

And his hands, his lips, his voice—all of him—were carrying you to a sense of relief

ꫂ❁

The fabric fell from your shoulders in a whisper, pooling at your feet. Luka's gaze tracked every inch of skin as though he'd never seen you before, even though he had; he always had. Tonight was different. Tonight, the sight of you alive, trembling, flushed from the stage and from him, turned his composure into shards.

"Perfect," he breathed, voice low and hoarse. His pale hands, marked with their unnatural purple hue, roamed reverently, almost shaking with the force of his restraint. "You don't know how close I came to never seeing this again."

"Then look," you whispered back, emboldened. "Look as much as you want."

The invitation broke him. His lips crushed yours in another searing kiss as his hands tugged at the last barriers of your costume, stripping them away piece by piece until nothing remained. He pulled back just enough to drink you in, golden eyes molten, a grin flickering at his lips.

"You're trembling," he repeated, but his voice had dropped lower, rougher.

"So are you," you murmured, reaching for him.

His shirt was already gone, his chest bare and marked by surgical scars—each one a testament to a lifetime of pain and survival. You traced the faint line over his sternum with your fingertips, gentle, reverent. Luka's breath hitched, then he caught your hand, guiding it lower as he stripped away the rest of his own clothing. Each layer hit the floor with impatient finality until he stood bare before you, all sharp edges and pale skin, lean muscle shifting beneath as he moved.

And suddenly, there was nothing between you. No silk, no stage lights, no looming threat of death—just skin against skin.

The shock of it made you gasp, the heat of his body pressing against yours, every inch of him solid and alive. Luka's arms circled your waist, hauling you up as though he couldn't stand the distance of even a breath.

"Mine," he whispered into your hair, almost desperate. "Every part of you."

He half-guided, half-dragged you toward the narrow couch tucked against the wall. You stumbled together, laughing breathlessly against each other's mouths until he pulled you down with him, the two of you tumbling in a tangle of limbs and heat.

ꫂ❁

The couch groaned under the weight of you both as Luka pulled you closer, skin sliding against skin. His breath was ragged, but his voice—oh, his voice—remained low and silken, every word calculated to sear into you.

"Look at you," he murmured against your throat, his lips brushing fire over your skin. "My star, my salvation. They should build altars in your name." He bit lightly at your collarbone, then soothed it with a kiss. "I should."

Your laugh broke on a gasp as his hands roamed, his touch alternating between gentle reverence and impatient greed. "You're ridiculous," you whispered, though your fingers dug into his shoulders as though anchoring yourself to him.

"Ridiculous?" He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, golden and gleaming, a smirk twisting his lips. "Then tell me again, why are you still trembling like this beneath me?"

"Because..." You swallowed, words snagging in your throat. "Because of you."

The smirk softened, melted into something that almost looked like awe. He pressed his forehead to yours, whispering, "Good. Because I want every breath, every shiver, every moan, sound—you. All of you."

His hands slid down your back, then lower, firm and steady, guiding your legs to wrap around and against his waist. "Wrap your legs around me.. yeah, just like that, beautiful."

He soon groaned at the contact, a raw sound that broke through his usual princely composure. "God, you feel perfect. Do you know that? Your perfection, alive and breathing in my arms. Mine."

"Yours," you echoed, breathless.

The word undid him. He laughed softly, but it was ragged, desperate, nothing like the calm mask he wore onstage. "Say it again."

"Yours."

"Again." His lips pressed to your shoulder, your jaw, your mouth between the words. "Yours. Always mine."

You gave it to him, every time, your voice trembling but sure. "Yours. Luka, yours."

He kissed you then, deep and consuming, his hands sliding over every inch of you as though he couldn't decide where to worship first. When he pulled back, his chest was heaving, his hair wild, his voice ruined with want.

"I should be dead right now," he whispered, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "But instead, I have you. Naked in my arms, trembling for me. Tell me—how could I possibly let you go after this?"

"You won't," you answered without hesitation.

The grin that curved his lips was sharp, almost dangerous, but it softened in the next breath as he pressed his lips to yours again, slower this time, almost reverent. "Clever girl. You're right. I won't. Not ever."

His hands traced over your bare form with something like worship, his touch alternating between gentle and possessive, each caress paired with words that burned hotter than fire.

"Every inch of you—sacred." "Every sound you make—music." "Every look, every breath—mine."

You could barely breathe, pinned beneath the weight of his words, his body, his desire. The couch became your world, his hands and mouth marking every bit of skin they touched. You tangled tighter together, nothing left between you, the line between reverence and hunger blurring until it was unbearable.

"Do you feel this?" Luka rasped against your lips, golden eyes burning into yours as his hands slid over your bare skin, reverent and greedy all at once. "This is life. Us. Right here. Right now."

You shivered, clutching him tighter, your voice breaking on a whisper. "Then don't stop."

His lips curled into a smirk, though his voice cracked with urgency. "I wasn't planning to."

ꫂ❁

Your naked bodies tangled on the couch, you trembled as his pale fingers, marked with their unnatural purple hue from the midsection onwards, held the back of your neck, heat sparking everywhere you touched. Fingers clawed, mouths collided, the air around you heavy with the rawness of want and the sheer relief of survival. His mouth wandered—throat, collarbone, the soft places that made you arch toward him—and every kiss was an assertion, every brush a claim.

"Good girl," he murmured once, tender and dangerous all at once, one hand threading through your hair while the other memorized the arch of your spine. "You hurt me tonight and you healed me. It's... paradoxical. And I intend to keep you—close, always."

"Yours," you breathed again, voice thin and sure.

He smiled, wicked and princely, then softened, leaning to brush his lips against your ear. "With pleasure."

And then your naked bodies tangled deeper on the couch, the air crackling with heat—his praise a soft mantra against your skin, his possessiveness a constant drumbeat at the edge of every touch—until there was only the two of you, utterly, impossibly entangled.

Luka's voice dropped to a hush, close to your throat, warm and dangerous. "You're mine—show me."

ꫂ❁

You hesitated for a second, still staring at him, your breath heavy, absorbing his words 'show me' as they settled deep inside you. For a long moment, you didn't speak, scared to say the wrong thing, until Luka reached his hand up and grabbed your chin, not roughly but firmly, so that your eyes would meet his before he cooed.

"Don't hesitate, just do."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, you didn't have to say anything; you just leaned forward, wrapping your arms around his neck, tightening your legs around his waist as you pressed a hungry kiss to his lips, a kiss that spoke volumes about everything you had been too afraid to say. Luka let out a grunt at the sudden feeling of your legs, which tightened around his waist, causing his very obvious erection to feel the sensation of the action, which made you let out a soft giggle at how sensitive he was, by just a single action.

"You're in no position to laugh at me, baby," Luka said. His voice was raspy for a reason that was unknown to you, and yet still it made a sudden ache between your thighs as you tried to clench them, but couldn't, as he was in between them, making the corner of your eyes start to burn with tears.

Luka took joy in your sudden reaction before he leaned close, his lips brushing against your ear, and you could feel his breath against you as you suddenly heard him whisper against your ear "Doesn't feel nice to be teased now, does it? Are you going to cry for me, baby?" his voice was laced so soft, yet the words came out so harsh. "I haven't even done anything yet."

You writhed against Luka as those tears in the corners of your eyes started falling, his words replaying in your head the way he called you baby felt like he was mocking you rather than loving you, until Luka leaned up so that he was in front of your face your tear falling eyes watching his goldens ones as you saw his face twitch his mouth now in a smirk as he leaned forward to lick a stripe up your cheek, he let out a soft moan at the taste of the saltiness of your tears on his tongue. You whimpered at the feeling of the wet muscle on your face.

The sound you let out had Lukas cock twitching as he buried his face in your neck. He let out a moan as he was grinding into you, the head of his cock running against your folds, causing you to arch your back against him, taking your legs off his waist to spread them wider.

"That's it.. spread your legs, baby, that’s it… Wider."

You whined at those words; they felt so filthy and yet so loving coming from Luka. As Luka then hoisted one of your legs up and onto his waist, he quickly leaned forward, catching your lips in a sloppy kiss as his tongue then ran over your bottom lip, making you moan into the kiss before he paused, making you confused at the sudden stop, you opened your eyes slightly to see Luka looking down at something.

"Lu-Luka?.." your voice was barely above a whisper as you breathed lightly you called out for Luka again but still no response until you felt the grip he still had on one of your legs that was on his waist you yearned to feel something more, anything more for that matter as long as Luka continued to stay apart of this raw moment between you both, naked, entangled in each other, breathing and lustful on the couch after almost dying to each other yet both living to see each other and be with each other another day, suddenly you heard Luka suck in a sharp breath before his voice spoke up,

"You have no idea what you do to me, do you?"

Your eyes widened at the statement, almost as if it was a challenge, as it was a statement, your mouth fell open once again, but nothing came out until you suddenly felt the tip of Luka's cock push between your folds and your head dug deeper into the couch as you cried out, your back arched into him more, his cock fully inside your pussy now your arousal growing more as Luka let out a shaky laugh before his hand left your leg that he kept on his waist his hand now reaching further down so his thumb rested on your clit his thumb drawing soft and gentle circles across the nub and you squirmed under his touch, your walls clenching around his cock, as his eye bore into your expression as if he was soaking them all in.

"I wonder what other sounds and expressions you can make, my pretty.. pretty girl." Luka purred his voice was laced with desire and sin yet there was a hint of friendliness, and you recognized that friendliness because it was of a man who loved you and wanted to have while still in disbelief that you were Infront of him, all of you, was for him to have nobody else could love or treat you the way Luka did and for that you were the upmost grateful.

ꫂ❁

Suddenly, it was like a flipped switch with Luka when he suddenly grabbed your hips and pulled out of you before slamming his cock back into you, causing you to let out a loud and broken moan. Your body felt overstimulated from the teasing and dirty words that continued to pour out of Luka's mouth as he called your name, the way your name rolled off his tongue, making you come back to him and be in the moment as he continued to stretch you out, your walls hugging him tightly like they didn't want him to leave from being inside your pussy.

Luka leaned forward, kissing along your exposed neck as he pressed fully inside, hitting your G-spot. Your walls clench around him once again; you felt his cock twitch from inside you, making both you and him moan. His hands rubbed along your hips as one of your legs still rested up on his waist, and his kisses trailed up your chin until he was kissing the corners of your mouth. Your eyes fluttered at the soft affection, and you reached your hands up to grab his face and kiss him back, rolling your hips against him, causing him to let out a groan.

Luka gasped, his fingers digging into your hips. You watched his eyes as his eyelids fluttered slightly. You loved how expressive his face was. He rocked his hips, starting a steady rhythm as he thrusted into you. One hand came up to cup your face as he rested his forehead against yours. You stared into each other's eyes, neither of you wanting to look away from one another.

"Luka." You moaned his name, your face and body filled and overwhelmed with pleasure as you felt a pressure growing in your stomach, Luka's jaw clenched at the sound of hearing his name fall from your mouth, his pupils dilating, trying to regain some restraint, but failing as he moved his hand from your face and trailed it down your body until his fingers reached your clit again.

"Just let go, my pretty baby," Luka murmured softly as he rubbed your nub in circles, and you bit your lip trying to hold back the sounds coming from you, your back arching. He watched your face closely and changed his position and pace based on your reactions and the way your face contorted.

Eventually, Luka had your legs shaking, and you dug your fingers into his back, leaving crescent shapes on his back that would later remind Luka of how good he had fucked you.

You felt that pressure in your stomach come undone as a wave of heat went through your body, and you finally came, clenching around his cock and desperately muffling your moans by kissing him roughly. Luka gasped against your lips at the sensation, his pace quickening until he stuttered to a stop, releasing his cum inside you as he then pulled out, your cum and his mixing together as it dripped out of your pussy and was about to drip onto the couch but was stopped when Luka's slim finger lifted his pointer and middle to stuff it all back inside you, you let out a choked moan as you suddenly felt full again.

"Don't wanna waste a drop and make a mess, yeah?" Luka said as he leaned in slightly close to your face his golden eyes locking with your eyes, your eyes widened at the way his voice sounded almost unworldly and the way the sweat glistened across his figure and you looked down to where his once hard cock was now soft again and glistening with your juices and then you looked to you and you saw how Luka had his fingers stuffed inside your pussy still and a crooked smile plastered across his face as he then saw your expression and removed his fingers from inside you and brought his hand up to his mouth and licked them clean before he then opened his mouth again.

"So wasteful.. I thought you knew better than that, baby? Don't worry, I'll clean up after you always." The way Luka spoke was so princely that it made you feel out of place until you remembered that this impression of him was fake; it was a display of his persona he had on outside of the two of you, and occasionally forgot to turn it off with you, but now you weren't outside, but inside.

Only you got to see this side of Luka, the one who had his guard up, and you were only the person to bring it down; with you, Luka could let himself just be himself.

Only you. Only with you.

Luka's head then fell onto your shoulder, and his arms wrapped underneath you, pulling you into a tight hug. You hugged him back, snuggling into his neck. He could be, oh so sweet. You kissed Luka's golden locks, and randomly, you felt Luka pressing soft and sweet kisses into your shoulder.

What felt like hours passed, and you both continued to lie there in each other's arms on the couch, relieved, satisfied, happy to be alive and with one another once again.

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