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Chapter 1: Alone at Last

The unbearable tension that grew between Mammon and you was no longer ignorable. The two of you sat on his sofa making out while some video neither of you planned to watch continued to play. 

Wrapping a hand behind your thigh, he effortlessly hiked you onto his lap to deepen the kiss. The feel of your tongue against his was waning on his already diminishing inhibitions.

“Ya know, this is all your fault human.” 

He broke the kiss, his lips sensually brushing past yours as he began to speak. 

“If ya didn’t go and tease me.” 

His tone was labored with ecstasy as he blamed you for both of your desires. 

“...This nevuh woulda happened.”

And, he was right, it truly did feel that way. Mammon’s sin gave him the insatiable desire to pursue all things that were valuable, and you were one of the greatest jewels. 

With both hands on your hips, he grinded you against the bulge of his pants. The pressure of his cock tempting your already swollen cunt. 

“Ya like that treasure?”

His question begged for your praise and his body demanded it. Rocking harder, he drew moan after moan out of you. The ownership of your current pleasure further enticing the greed that already resided inside him. 

“Fuck…” 

He bit at his bottom lip in an attempt to maintain his composure.

It didn’t work. 

Desperately he clawed into your thighs; steadying you as he rocked you into his wave-like motion.  The peak of each ripple elevating both of your arousals. 

He couldn’t take it anymore. His urges were becoming unmanageable and he would do anything to have more of you.

Leaning back, he caressed your sides, pulling at your shirt in an attempt to remove it. 

“Oh look, I’ve been wanting to see this.” 

Your words were random and they caught him off guard. Pointing over at the tv, you redirected his attention; using the moment to seamlessly adjust your shirt to cover back up.

Mammon looked over, only to see a video that neither of you would have wanted to watch. In fact, he wasn’t even sure what was playing at this point because it was just some random recommendation from Deviltube. Wait…was that an ad?

“Yo, are you serious!?”

Mammon was offended. The last few weeks everything had been more interesting than him, or at least he felt that way, and now you wanted to watch some random ad over fooling around with him? What the fuck was going on? 

“MC, ya got a problem or somethin’?” 

His callout made you freeze. He hadn’t said anything about the way you’ve been acting lately and you hoped it would have remained that way. 

“Like, I know you ain’t tryin' to watch that.” 

He gestured to the ad as it ended. Ugh, what bad timing. You thought to yourself. In all fairness you would have never pointed to the tv if you had known. 

“Sorry, I thought it was something else.”

You attempted to cover up your failing lie, but Mammon didn’t buy it.

“Seriously, what’s goin on?” 

Couldn’t he just let it go? 

“Mammon, I promise; nothing’s up. I just got a little nervous.”

You tried your luck at a half truth, but it seemed that it wasn’t in your cards to outwit him today. 

“That ain’t true, ya been actin’ weird for a bit.”

Been actin’ weird for a bit? Are you kidding me, he noticed? 

Of course he noticed. Mammon noticed most things about you, he loved to. But just this once, couldn’t he just leave it alone? It had nothing to do with him. 

The thoughts in your mind were racing and soon it was hard to find the right words. 

“We don’t gotta do this if ya don’t wanna.” 

That wasn’t it. You did ‘wanna’, you just couldn’t get out of your head long enough for that to happen. 

It had been weeks that you had been rejecting him, with little to no explanations, and he was beginning to wonder if you even liked him at all. 

“Oi! MC! Ya hear me?”

Mammon broke the silence with his worry, snapping his fingers in front of your face in an attempt to help you regain consciousness.

“We don’t gotta do nothin’ if ya..” 

His attempts at comfort only increased your anxiety. 

“N-no, no, that’s not it…Its…”

You began to stutter, quickly trying to find the words to make the conversation end. 

“What, What is it then?”

His fears cut you off, trying to speed up your answers. What did he do wrong? Why were you having so much trouble talking to him? 

“Did somethin’ happen?”

He was asking questions faster than you could answer, and even faster than you could process. 

Overwhelmed, you rushed for the door, Mammon swiftly following behind. 

“HEY! Wait, would ya?!” 

He reached out for your arm. 

“Leave me alone!”

Avoiding his grasp, you ran off; slamming the door behind you. 

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“And, you didn’t do anything?”

Asmo inquired after Mammon explained what had just happened. 

“What makes ya always think I did somethin’? I’m askin’ for your help, and this is what I get?”

“So, is that a no...or?”

“Asmo, I ain’t bein’ funny. You got that thing with MC tonight, ya gotta figure out what’s up.” 

“I don’t know, what’s in it for me? ♪”

The nerve. That was Mammon’s job. 

“You kiddin’ me? Nothin’, the satisfaction of helpin’ your older brother out.”

“Yeah, I don’t know about that.”

“I don’t want to hear ya askin’ me for nothin’ ever again then.” 

“Hun, you're the last demon I’d ask for something.”

Mammon let out a groan of frustration. Resorting to his next best plan…guilt. 

“I can’t believe you would treat your older brother like this! After all I’ve done for ya…”

His animated hand motions expressed his annoyance. 

“Like that time I returned your bracelet back to ya instead of sellin’ it.” 

“You were the one who stole it, sweetie.”

“Point bein’, I didn’t sell it! I brought it back to ya! That thing was worth major grimm, I coulda made bank!”

He left out the part where he only returned it because he was caught in the middle of the transaction. 

Asmo rolled his eyes, his next words, putting Mammon out of his misery. 

“Alright, I’ll do it.” 

It took Mammon a moment to realize that Asmo had agreed to his plea. 

“Oh, and how abou...Really?”

“Yeah, why not?” 

Asmo shrugged as if the answer had been easy all along. Because it had. The moment he realized it was something involving you, he knew he was going to say yes. It was just an added bonus to be able to get under Mammon’s skin for a bit. 

Pulling out his phone, he reminded you of your date; reassuring Mammon that he was serious. 

Asmo: “Don’t forget 😉”

MC: “Wouldn’t miss it!”

Chapter 2: Spilling the Tea 

Asmo laid next to you on his bed in nothing more than a robe. The floral smell of his body oil was soothing yet overwhelming. 

“So, these were the earlier designs and I thought they were a bit boring, so I came out with these…”

He opened a velvet lined box that revealed the prototypes of a new ring collection he had been designing for his jewelry line.

“Aren't they just perfect? No need to answer that, I designed them, I know they are! ♡”

Winding down with Asmo was pleasant. He’d always have a warm cup of tea waiting for you, a new beauty product to try…usually several, and he led most of the conversation; leaving you to just sit there and relax as he kept you updated on all things him.

“Oh and that’s not even the best part, the finished ones are each going to have their own unique charm that grants the wearer a different magical effect.” 

He continued to fill you in. 

“...I haven’t figured out all the details yet because I need to run it by Diavolo, and all, but I absolutely think everyone will love this line, I mean, how couldn’t you? ♡” 

Asmo sprung up with enthusiasm at his own bragging.  

“Try one on! I’d bet these would look just stunning on you!”

Pulling a ring out of the box, he slid it onto your finger, holding your hand in his palm to get a better view. 

“aaaannnnd…look at that, I was right.”

He moved your hand around to let the ring shine. 

“That looks absolutely gorgeous on you! ♡ ”

Admiring it for a few more moments, he sensually caressed the tips of your fingers with his thumb. 

“But, that’s not a surprise, everything looks gorgeous on you.”

His words were sweet and complemented by a wink and a smile.

“ Speaking of… ♪” 

 He let go of your hand. 

“That outfit I ordered you last week, It came in this morning, right?”

Removing the ring from your finger, he placed it back into the box. 

“Have you tried it on yet? Do you love it? I bet you look absolutely Devilgramable in it!”

Asmo sat up in excitement at the thought, eagerly awaiting your feedback. 

“I haven’t had time to try it on yet.”

“Awww, really?”

He pouted in disappointment.

“...I wanted to see it.”

Silence filled the air for a moment as Asmo sulked. He really wanted to know what it looked like on you because he was positive it would accentuate your best features. 

“...Oooh! You know what!”

He perked up with enthusiasm, eager to express the thought that had popped into his head. 

“I have a fun idea! Why don’t we try on outfits for each other? I have one I’ve been wanting to show you and I wouldn’t mind seeing how you look in the one I bought!”

Your stomach dropped. That sounded like anything but fun. Because the truth was, you had tried on that outfit; you just hated it. 

The concept was cute, you loved how it looked when Asmo and you saw it on the rack; but after actually seeing it on yourself; you felt that it highlighted all your insecurities. How were you going to tell him that? He was so modelesque, it was intimidating.

“I’d rather not, I’m kind of tired.”

Strange. Asmo thought to himself, noticing the subtle shift in your demeanor. This was similar to what Mammon had described to him earlier. 

“You ok, sweetie?”

He was relieved to finally get the chance to inquire about your problem. It had been on his mind since Mammon had brought it to his attention, and he was finding it unusually difficult to think about only himself.

“Y-Yeah, Yeah, I’m fine.”

Noticing your growing discomfort, he took your hand into his. 

“Hun, you’re not fooling anyone. What’s going on?” 

His thumb caressed over the top of your palm to show his support.

“You told me you loved that outfit in the shop and now it’s like you could care less about it, and a little birdy told me you’ve been avoiding their advances lately.” 

Wow, subtle. Wasn’t anything private in this house? 

“So, Mammon talked to you?”

“He might have said something… ♪”

His fingers played with yours in an attempt to soothe you. 

“Plllleeaaase don’t be mad at me. I just want to be here for you.” 

He pleaded for your forgiveness.

“Come on, you know you can talk to me.”

His tone was warm and his smile was inviting, complimenting his already striking features. Fuck he was beautiful…He was always so beautiful. He could pull off anything he wore and even when he thought he didn’t look good, he did. How could you even begin talking to him about what was going on? What would he think? 

The words once again struggled to find their way out of your mouth as you attempted to confide in him. 

“I-I-I don’t like the way I look.” 

Asmo’s face dropped at the meaning of what you said. His hand gripping yours tighter to show his support. 

“I-I don't know, I just don’t think I look good in most things.”

Your voice cracked as you held back tears, battling the thoughts in your head. You weren’t quite sure how to explain your issue to Asmo the Avatar of Lust; and rightly self proclaimed the avatar of beauty. 

“Like, what would Mammon even think if he saw me naked?”

Tears began to roll down your face as you confessed your fears. 

“Oh sweetie…”

He cupped your face into his hands, guiding your gaze to his to show his sincerity. 

“That you’re the hottest being he’d ever seen.” 

His eyes welled up with tears as he expressed his truth. He could relate to your insecurities; he too felt insecure about his body from time to time. It was constantly a losing game, and it broke his heart to think you were feeling the same. 

“I don’t know how to tell you this lovely, but you’re wrong. You're one of the prettiest beings I’ve laid my eyes on.”

The tears he was holding back, slowly began to drip down his face.

“Before you,  I’ve never met anyone who’s come close to matching my beauty.”

His lips grazed against yours as he resisted the impulse to kiss you; fearing it may tarnish his intentions. 

“And, I’ve been to 3 worlds.”

Pulling you into his comforting embrace, he rubbed his hands up and down your back in an attempt to soothe your stress.

“MC, I’m obsessed with the way you look, almost as much as I’m obsessed with the way I do. I wouldn’t want you to change it for the world. We are easily the hottest couple to walk down the streets of the Devildom and our presence together is unmatched.” 

His voice rang softly into your ear, as he snuggled you tighter into his arms.

“You are so attractive. And I think anyone would be lucky to see you naked.” 

Releasing you from his embrace, he settled down next to you. Guiding your head to rest against his shoulder. 

“Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and I don’t even want to leave the house.”

Taking in a breath of air to stifle the remaining tears he had left; he attempted to connect with you. 

“I don’t always feel pretty either…”

He gently massaged the top of your head, slowly easing you both to sleep. 

“...As shocking as that may seem.”

Leaning back, you both rested on each other in silence; the sweet aroma of tea and perfume comforting your spiraling thoughts. 

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It was the middle of the night when Asmo was awoken by the buzz of his phone.

“Yo!” 

“Hey!” 

“I know ya seein this!” 

“Asmo!”

“Ya betta not be doin’ anything funny with MC.”

“Ya suppose to be helpin’ me out dontcha forget!”

“Imma just message ya till ya respond.” 

Tiredly Asmo attempted to respond, only to be interrupted by an incoming call from Mammon.

Hitting the reject button before the sound could disrupt your sleep he followed up with a text. 

“Calm down sweetie, I got your answer.”

Chapter 3: Irresistible Attraction 

Sitting up on your bed, you checked your phone…nothing. Mammon hadn’t talked, texted or seen you since that night and you wondered how long it would be until he did. It was unlike him to stay upset with you for this long, usually by now he would have at the very least come up with an excuse to talk to you. 

But, maybe he didn’t want to talk to you anymore.

Maybe Asmo reported back to Mammon like you suspected he would.

And, Maybe Mammon decided that he was done with you. 

Ugh, the thought of that put a pit in your stomach. Closing the messenger app, you switched to Devilgram; hoping the endless scroll would drown out your unwanted thoughts. 

“Are you blind or just stupid!?”

The sound of Mammon’s voice bursting into the room startled you. 

“I hear ya don’t think ya look good?”

He slammed the door behind himself as he made his way towards the bed. 

“I don’t know where ya got that dumb idea from, cause it ain’t true. I mean look at ya…”

His hand gestured in the air to check out your body as he questioned the information as though he got it wrong. 

“...You’re the fuckin hottest.” 

Plopping down at the foot of the bed, he continued. 

“Like, how can ya even think that?”

Mammon was at a loss. He checked you out for a moment to try to imagine what you saw. But he couldn’t, he could never think of you as unattractive. Was your mirror in your room broken or somethin?  

“What? Do ya gotta hear me say it?”

In all honesty, you did. It was hard to say it to yourself sometimes and how did you know Mammon actually did feel that way? Nodding your head yes, your words came out as a whisper. 

“Yeah…” 

It was embarrassing to answer him. But, it was even more embarrassing for him to answer you. 

“Yo, like, really?”

He shifted in his spot to expel anxiety. 

“I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

But he did want to. He just couldn’t get out of his own thoughts long enough to…oh. 

The correlation between your feelings became clear to him. 

Truth be told, Mammon didn’t want to tell you all that stuff, because what were you going to think of him? He can’t be soft and sensitive; he was a demon after all and that wasn’t cool.

But, you not knowing how attractive he found you, that also wasn’t cool. Looking away, he rubbed the back of his neck to soothe his nerves, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. 

“I think ya look pretty amazin’.”

His confession was unpoetic but genuine. 

“Like, really amazin’…” 

He paused nervously between his words. 

“...I can’t stop looking at ya.”

His hands and eyes gestured towards you in an expressive motion that attempted to get you to see what he saw. 

Leaning beside you on the bed, he rested on his arm; as he continued his monologue. 

“Like, ya know those statues we learned about in human world history? The ones that are usually naked and shit?” 

the Greek ones? Confused about where this was going, you continued to listen to Mammon as he attempted to clarify his motives. 

“Yeah, ya make me think of those. Because like, they're pretty and stuff.”

“I remember hearin’ from Lucifer that they were known for their ‘natural beauty’ or some shit and it made me think about how they’re a lot like you.”

His heart rate began to pick up as he went on, his eyes checking out your body.

“I don’t know what to tell ya MC…”

His cock tightened his pants.

“I think ya fuckin’ hot” 

Blush lit up his face as he swallowed the feelings of his arousal; his gaze returning back to yours. 

“Besides, ya betta stop insultin’ me. The Great Mammon doesn’t just stare at anything, ya know?” 

His hand cupped your face; the flat of his thumb sensually rolling over the softness of your lips.

“So, cut it out with this ‘I don’t look pretty,’ trash.”

His words aimed to disprove you as his face leaned closer to yours. 

“Cause ya are pretty…”

He kissed your lips. Pulling away to berate you once more. 

“...Stupid….” 

With his face just a few inches away from yours, his eyes begged asked for another kiss. To which you responded with your lips against his. The validation of your interest re-igniting the weeks of tension that had built up between the two of you. 

Rolling you into the mattress, he slipped his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your moans of ecstasy as they escaped your lips.

Oh how badly he'd been wanting you. And the feeling of your body writhing underneath his told him just how much you wanted him too. 

Steadying himself onto his knees between your legs, he removed his shirt; following it up by sliding yours up and over your breasts; purposely keeping the fabric on to accommodate your comfort. 

He took a moment to admire your body as it laid before him, his hands caressing up and down your shape. 

“I ain’t got a clue what you see, Treasure.”

His words reassured you of his unconditional attraction.

“Because ya body is bangin’” 

Resting his hands on either side of your head, he leaned in; kissing the skin of your neck. 

Small whimpers of desire escaped your lips as he worked his way down the front of your body. The temperature of his labored breaths, only adding to the already tantalizing sensation. 

Your fingers desperately clutched at his hair as he sucked the top of your breasts, leaving small marks of possession. 

Continuously he made his way down, his lips appreciating every part of your body they came across, until he was stopped by the waistband of your pants. 

Biting the fabric, he pulled at the top with his teeth, using his hands to assist him in sliding them over your ass and off your body.

Damn. He thought, as he checked you out. What was it ya didn’t like? 

He growled as he nipped at the skin of your calves, pecking his way back up to your neck. His body pressing up against yours as he leaned in. The bulge of his pant’s applying pressure to your sensitive clit. 

“Yo, ya gotta stop doin’ this to me…” 

You moaned as you felt him twitch. The wetness from your arousal seeping through his pants.

“Ya know it’s hard for a Demon to resist somethin’ like you.” 

Fully succumbing to his sin; he balanced on one arm to release his cock. You whimpered as it rested against your swollen cunt, slowly being rocked by the movement of his returning kiss.

Thrusting his hips, Mammon’s shaft continued to tease your folds. The repeated friction teetering you on the edge.

Fuck! You thought. The ache between your legs was insufferable. And with each sway of his hips it was only getting worse.

Instinctively you pulled him in, grinding back in an attempt to keep it going. Fuck, he felt so good, you were so close, you could just…

The tip of Mammon’s cock slid inside you by mistake; causing you both to let out moans that could be heard from outside of the room. 

Re-orienting himself, he swayed barely an inch into your entrance; stimulating all the sensitive nerves that resided there. Your body trembled as he teased the most shallowest parts of your vagina.

Mammon was greedy in every way, and that included when it came to your pleasure. In this moment; every moan, movement, and gasp that came from you was his, and only his; and nothing tempted his sin more. 

Stepping off the bed, Mammon pulled you to the edge; positioning your legs on either side of his waist to give himself more control. 

His heart raced as he slid himself back into you, both your bodies shaking with euphoria  as he slowly worked himself in and out, gradually increasing his depth. The adrenaline that was rushing through the both of yous was no longer able to be ignored.

Tilting your hips to reach the correct angle, Mammon filled you with his length, growling as his hips met yours. 

You tightened your thighs together as he thrusted deep into you, grinding his curve up against your g-spot. Your pussy twitching around him as he controlled the rhythm of his hips.

Purposely he maintained a speed that was less than you wanted; indulging in the whimpers of your desires. Leaning his hands on the bed, he lost himself in the image of your body, mesmerized by the beauty of your motions below him. 

He was so in love with you, he couldn’t believe it. He’d pleasure you all day if you’d let him, but he knew he couldn’t because eventually your human body would give up. 

Finally giving you what you wanted, he steadied his motion; rocking hard and consistently against your spot. At this point, being aroused was painful.

Please Please Please. You begged in your mind. You couldn't take it any more. Out of breath and dizzy you clawed into his back to try to release some of  your torturous pleasure. 

“Come on, Treasure.” 

Mammon cheered you on through his labored breaths. You both were reaching sexual exhaustion. You had played this game too long.

“Come on, MC.”

He gritted his teeth, carefully keeping the pace of his motion.

“Oh yes, like that.”

You praised him to make sure he would continue.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You were so fucking close!

Wrapping your legs around him you grinded hard onto your g-spot. The deep pressure stimulating your clit. 

“I-I-m, gonna…”

Your moans rang through the room as you came; the warm sensation of your orgasm pushing him dangerously over the edge. 

Pulling out, Mammon wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked; releasing himself onto your stomach. 

“Fuck, I fucking love you treasure.”

His hands once again resided on either side of your head as he caught his breath. Time felt as if it froze as the two of you attempted to center yourself. Mammon’s hair brushing past your face acting as your anchor. 

Stepping out of his pants, Mammon dropped to his forearms to kiss your lips; rubbing his thumbs caringly over the top of your forehead.

“I love you, MC.”

He kissed your lips again. 

“And there ain’t anythin’ in this world that could get me to stop.”

His eyes gazed into yours to show his sincerity. Kissing your lips a few more times, he began to return back to reality. 

He winced as he noticed the cold stickiness of his cum between the two of you. 

Standing up, he looked around the room for a rag, settling on his shirt by the foot of the bed; he cleaned you up and wiped himself off; tossing it to the side when he was done. 

He assisted you under the sheets, following in after you. Laying down, he pulled you onto his chest, wrapping his arm around your back to keep you close. The feeling of your heart beating against his side relaxed him.  

He could have stayed like this forever. He never wanted to leave you. Not now, not ever. The last couple of weeks without you were lonely like he had never known and he was glad to have you back in his arms. 

Mammon may not have understood exactly what made you feel this way, but he was more than happy to remind you how much he loved you time and time again if it would help.

Kissing your forehead, he snuggled you even tighter, falling asleep to the faint sounds of your tired breaths.

Original Prompt (paraphrased):

Orochimaru absolutely adores you. You are a dream come true. The more filled with his cum you are, the more subservient and loving you become towards him.

At first you were his student, but as time went on, you realized you couldn’t hold back any longer. You need to act on your feelings.

You surprise him with your insatiable appetite for sex and cum. Orochimaru was prepared for you to be prissy, but he realizes his mistake.

He keeps you in a comfortable room all day where you barely have to do anything. He just loves the idea of being able to keep you safe but also he knows everything you do.

Every night he pumps you full of cum for hours. He hopes you get pregnant, because he wants you to give him an heir.

This happens so quickly and Orochimaru is the person who delivers the baby. He allows you some time to heal from it.

But once again, you are completely insatiable. You need his cum. You love the thought of being pregnant with another one of his children.

This becomes an addicting cycle as Orochimaru continues to impregnate you. You become addicted to the way he treats you when you are pregnant and how your body fills out in the best way possible.

You are the perfect candidate for this little experiment. Orochimaru gets to fuck you in all the deprived and desperate ways he’s always wanted to, and he gets to have as many children as he wants.

This literally goes so well with his daddy kink. He’s going to spoil you and make sure you take every drop of his cum. There’s no other way of going about it.

You both met at a bar one night, and as you continued dating, Jiraiya realized how much you loved sex just as much as he did.

He ended up moving you into his apartment and trying to stay within Konoha most of the time with you. You had an insatiable appetite for sex and cum and you often wanted to fuck multiple times a day.

As soon as you called him daddy during sex the first, Jiraiya loses his mind. He goes completely feral and fucks you so hard. He’s got your ankles on his shoulders as he pounds himself deeply inside of you.

Every night since then, he’s pumped you full of cum. You are insatiable. You need to be fucked to sleep and Jiraiya found that out so long ago and he’s always been good with his dedication to you.

It doesn’t take too much time before you are round and pregnant. Jiraiya hires a maid and a caretaker to take care of things while he works on his novel and you stay at home, pregnant and happy.

Jiraiya gets Tsunade to help deliver the baby and Jiraiya allows you the time you need to heal from the birth. At first you are happy and excited about motherhood, and then you slowly gain your insatiable appetite.

He’d be stupid if he didn’t fuck you into submission once more and pump you full of cum. Jiraiya keeps you nice and full and you are always pregnant. Nothing excites you more than the thought of giving Jiraiya another beautiful baby to add to your family.

He loves fucking you to induce labor and he just enjoys how much you do love having a big family. You’re voracious sexual appetite is only fed into by Jiraiya’s need and want to fuck you all of the time.

At first, your relationship was innocent and sweet. He was your childhood crush and your parents decided it was a great idea to set you up.

Ever since you got married to Itachi, things have changed. Nothing is innocent or pure anymore. You show your slutty side of things and beg Itachi to impregnate you.

He’s a little shocked at first, but he grows to love pumping you full of cum. Every night, he fucks you to sleep. He loves having his cock buried deep within your pussy, no matter the time of day.

Lots of cockwarming with you just milking his cock by clenching your walls around him and riding him so slowly and so gently. Itachi cums so much if you do this with him.

Everyone is so excited for you to consummate the marriage and have a baby, but little do they know that you and Itachi are fucking like rabbits.

He breeds you. He’s got the biggest breeding kink in the family and he will literally have you begging him for his cum so that you get pregnant.

When it finally happens, Itachi is so damn happy about it. You continue to fuck a lot throughout the pregnancy, as you are just so damn horny for him all of the time.

With his head between your thighs and his fingers in your tight cunt, Itachi makes you cum so much. He loves to prep you and get you all wet from multiple orgasms while you’re pregnant. You cum even easier when you are fat and bulging with his child.

When the day finally comes, Itachi has the family doctor help deliver the baby. Itachi is so proud of you and he loves being a father, but it doesn’t take long before he’s pumping you full of more cum, hoping to impregnate you once more.

Sasuke cannot stand you for the longest time. He was so sure he’d never grow up to even remotely like you.

But when he came home from his long journey of atonement, he found himself to be lonely. Sakura had moved on and married someone else, and Sasuke realized that he couldn’t love her the way she wanted him to. This is where you come in.

He reunites with you at a bar one night and Sasuke finds himself pleasantly surprised. You’ve grown up and you are so damn sexy. You bring him home that night and show him what he’s been missing.

Sasuke’s breeding kink becomes stronger as the relationship continues. The more you show him the insatiable side of you, the more he wants to breed you.

He’ll have you sore and unable to walk for days after he pumps you full of cum. It takes a lot to tire him out, but you sure know how to exhaust him.

He wants to get you pregnant so bad, but he also feels guilty because he wants to leave the village again. He decides not to leave and instead he marries you.

Your first child comes along so quickly after that. Sasuke keeps you at home, tending to the house and child...ahem children. You will continue to have yourself bred.

You want his cock every night. You will not be able to sleep unless Sasuke makes you cum and fills you with his hot semen. You whine for it almost all day.

Sasuke knows how to keep you subservient and at his beck and call. You will literally do anything to have him fuck you. You are a good little housewife.

He never thought he’d be into this sort of thing, but when he was reminded that he was the leader of his clan and that their numbers had been decimated in the wars, he understands he needs to find a wife that will want to bear children.

When he meets you, he’s a little overwhelmed by your forwardness. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on by how sexually positive you are. It makes him so hard when you say things like “I want to be pumped full of your cum, Lord Hokage.”

That’s right, he’s also the hokage. He needs a proper family and you are the woman he’s going to breed. The Senjus might not have the same breeding kink as the Uchiha, but they do have a very strong inclination to start families quickly.

Hashirama loves how you beg for his cock and his cum. He picks you as his wife and marries you quickly, hoping to fill you up and have you fat and pregnant in no time.

Every night, Hashirama fucks you for hours. He lets go of his frustrations and he uses your hole as he pleases. He’s never harsh or mean, but he can be firm with you in bed. He’ll hold you down as he pounds himself into you.

It doesn’t take long at all for you to become pregnant. You are round and fat and Hashirama has handmaidens to take care of you all the time. You enjoy being pregnant and everyone thinks you are absolutely glowing.

The birth is hard and you go past your due date. Hashirama fucks you to induce labor and you both enjoy fucking for days as you both anticipate the birth of your child. When the day finally comes, you are in a lot of pain.

Hashirama is a very proud father. He dotes on you and your child often, and he lets you heal. You enjoy raising your child...but something snaps in you after a while.

You don’t finish the sentence. You feel silly, foolish, vulnerable. That’s what you get, you think, falling inlove with Peña of all people.

It was a friendship, a rich one with hot nights in his arms and late breakfasts in bed. What after could there be? You were leaving Colombia for good, starting a new life and career in the states.

Javier sighs. You know it’s not out of frustration, it’s because he doesn’t know what to say. Words weren’t always his strongpoint.

And sometimes, not yours either.

His warm hand moves over yours with a squeeze. You always loved his hands, how they could be both gentle and rough.

You would miss those hands, their absence from your skin would be like a ghost, a shadow of the past and what could have been.

The soft press of his lips against your forehead stop you from going down that train of thought. You had a long flight, there was plenty of time for that, later.

When Javier pulls you into his arms, hugging you snug and tight, you let your eyes fall closed. You savor the moment.

Though you left your thought unfinished, you knew in your heart Javier understood the phantom words. Whether or not he felt the same way, you could only guess.

...End of flashback...

Pacing the lobby, you keep looking up at the escalator for that familiar face. The knot in your stomach only grows tighter.

You can’t recall the last time you were this nervous.

You left Columbia a year ago. During that time, you and Javier kept in touch now and then through late night calls. Calls that lasted so long the sun would come up, and after every click your love for him grew more and more.

That feeling that Javi was the one never left, never even calmed: it only raged and deepened down to your bones.

But you were too afraid to confess such a thing aloud, especially to him. So you kept quiet and locked it away. But now, as you wait for him to appear, you feel that word on your tongue.

Before your mind can spin further into the possibility of soulmates, he appears. That familiar smirk on his lips telling you he’s spotted you.

Time blurs and morphs to some non-linear dream. Before you know it, you’re in his arms, his soft lips against your forehead.

“I missed you.” He breaths into your hair. You hold him tighter.

“I missed you more.”

You move back slightly to take him in. He’s as handsome as ever and just a bit tired. You remove him shades, melting at the sight of his eyes.

Javier moves his hands up to your face, cupping your cheeks.

“I should have done this a long time ago.”

“Yeah asshole, the invitation to visit has always been open.” You smirk and he playfully narrows his eyes.

“You’re right,” he pulls you back into a hug, “Now that you got me, what do you want to do?”

The words leave your lips before you fully think them through, your hands pressed flat against his back.

“Of all the things we’ve done together, you’ve never taken me on a real date.”

Shit. You freeze in his arms and hesitate. You just said that.

You feel the light chuckle in his chest before it leaves his lips.

“Right again,” he lowers his head until you look at him, “tell me where, we’ll go.”

The way he smiles is enough to make you feel faint and want to kiss him at the same time. Keeping your cool, you nod and take his hand on yours.

“Good, let’s get out of here.”

...

After dinner - Javier pov

Javier loved the way you looked at him, how he wished he could see himself through your eyes.

Though he never told you, you were always his preferred partner. The preference went beyond sexual pleasure, with you everything was so - real, at times too real.

When his heart got involved he tried to pull back, to create some distance. The brief time he did only made him crave you more.

Time and time again he almost knocked on your door, drunk with a declaration on his lips. But each time, he talked himself out of it.

When you left, he forced himself to see it as a sign. It wasn’t meant to be, nothing ever was, it was stupid of him to even entertain such an idea.

Your absence only made his longing deeper. He’d sit up some nights thinking about all the times he could have told you, and all the times you almost said something but instead of using the chance he let it pass, or worse stayed silent.

“Hey, where’d your go?” Your voice coaxes him out of his thoughts and into the room again. A small smile dances on his lips as you gaze at him, your chin on his chest.

He shakes his head. “No where, I’m right here.”

You do that thing, where your lips part but you don’t speak. Immediately followed by looking away. You want to say something.

Javier grabs one of your hands and holds it. “What is it?” He asks softly.

You don’t reply right away, you only observe him. After a moment you shift to your side and sit up, you hand still in his.

When you speak again, your eyes stay fixed on your interlocked hands.

“It’s been crazy, everything we saw and did in Colombia...when you were sent away, when you came back...when I left...” you trail off.

The silence continues and he feels that little tinge of sadness. He can feel you shutting down.

“Hey.” Javier cups your cheek, gently turning you to face him. Your eyes meet.

No more missed chances.

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

Your lips fall open as surprise lights up your worried expression.

Javier kisses you, his lips melting into yours as his heart beat so fast he feared it would bust through his chest.

When the kiss breaks, your beautiful eyes gaze at him as you run yourself fingers through his hair.

“Dammit, Peña, took you long enough!”

You both laugh. You press your forehead to his.

“You’re it Javi,” you purr against his lips, “you’re my person.”

Javier wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his lap. He needs you closer.

You’re glowing now and it makes his heart do that thing.

Javier brushes your cheek with his thumb while holding your gaze, “I’m all yours.”

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Inej was in the beat-up old recliner beside him in his and Jesper’s little living room of their third-floor off-campus apartment. This was the best way to spend a Saturday. She was sitting cross-legged and practically drowning in oversized sweats, her raven-black hair piled on top of her head while she hunched over her MacBook. And she was wearing those thick-rimmed, blue-blocker glasses Matthias Helvar had convinced her she needed (which, of course, had nothing to do with the fact that he was being paid to promote them on his stupid Instagram, that douchebag). Kaz had cringed both internally and externally when she’d told him she’d bought a pair, but now he was seeing the merit, because, dear God, was she adorable in glasses. They were awakening strange and powerful urges every time he glanced over at her. If she held them in between her teeth while undoing her hair, he was going to have to leave the room.

Because the terrible reality was that Inej had had a rough go of it her freshman year at Ketterdam University. And even though they were sort of together now (Kaz was pretty sure they were?), the last thing Inej needed right now was to be over-sexualized – for anything. Including those really fucking cute glasses.

“I’m starving,” Jesper declared from his prone position on the floor. He had been propped up on a bunch of faded pillows between them, engrossed in shooting undead things on their Xbox. His boyfriend Wylan had spent most of the afternoon napping against his shoulder, but was now blinking awake like a blue-eyed baby owl at Jesper’s sudden announcement.

“I could eat,” Wylan yawned with a lazy stretch.

“Inej? You?” Jesper reached up to tug on Inej’s sock.

“Hm?” Inej looked up from her laptop like she was emerging from a cave while she gnawed on one of the strings of her sweatshirt. It had been like this since The Incident – Jesper and Nina often took turns making sure she would eat. (Kaz had it covered, but that was all right. The back-up couldn’t hurt.)

“Food? Are you hungry?” Jesper repeated, the unspoken question floating in the air: Have you eaten today?

Inej blinked a few times as she thought, her dark eyes flitting back and forth between Jesper and her laptop screen. Kaz knew this internal war well – the age-old taking care of one’s needs versus the siren-song of wreaking endless revenge.

Inej had come to Ketterdam University on a gymnastics scholarship, but that had fallen by the wayside – ever since The Incident. The night everything changed.

Kaz didn’t know Inej Ghafa all that well before it happened – had taken a few classes with her, studied for an exam with her once. She’d been eternally sunshiney, the kind of girl he knew wouldn’t waste her time on dark things like him.

But then she’d started missing classes.

And then showing up to class visibly drowning beneath the weight of sleeplessness and oversized clothes.

And he didn’t really know her but it had bothered him all the same. It was like watching a star collapsing in on itself.

And that’s when the story of The Incident hit the news cycle. From the moment he read the first headline, Kaz couldn’t stop scrolling, growing sicker and sicker in the pit of his stomach.

She’d gone to a party at a frat house with a new friend. (Kaz had even been there before, maybe even the night it happened. Frat parties were veritable breeding grounds for potential clients – full of rich, connected kids too drunk or stoned to be bothered by classwork and crooked enough to pay someone else to do it.) It was suspected that someone had slipped something in her drink, and it was known that the friend who’d brought her there had been entirely useless. Inej had woken up the next morning, half-naked on the lawn, crude drawings in Sharpie all over her, and no knowledge of what had transpired that had left her there.

It should have ended there – that was bad enough. But then the frat boys had started posting the videos of what had happened that night. How she had been used. How she had been touched.

If Inej’s parents were going to have their way, someone was going to jail. If Kaz was going to have his way, someone was going to suffer all the way there.

After he’d learned the news, he’d found her the next day before class started, where she was at the back of the room, hunched over her desk with her hood up. She’d shot daggers at him with her eyes when he approached. He’d liked that.

“I’d like to help you ruin them,” he’d told her. Inej’s glare didn’t relent as she sized up him – his black attire, the leather gloves that clenched his gleaming cane. He usually made a point of looking like the sort of person who ruined things. Nobody bullied a boy with a cane if it looked like that same boy could take your head off with said cane.

Inej seemed to agree that he looked like he could fit the bill. And they began to plot – how to expose her abusers, how to alert every girl they ever came into contact with, how to ruin every single party they would ever throw.

And somewhere along the way, it had turned into…something. Kaz wasn’t sure what to call it. But he couldn’t call it nothing – not when Inej regularly stayed the night in their apartment and did soft things like run her hand over his chest if she liked the jacket he was wearing or blush and smile if she caught him looking at her. He’d even really gone out on a limb one night and told her he liked her, and she’d said it back. He wasn’t sure where that left them at this point. Somewhere, he guessed, with something.

“I’ll eat,” Inej was agreeing, albeit with a bit of reluctance to leave her laptop. She was elbows-deep in a catfishing scheme Kaz had concocted for their latest victim.

“Nina wants us to meet up with her and Matthias at The Sweet Shop,” Wylan said, who was catching up on the texts he’d missed while napping on Jesper.

“I swear, Nina could lure a polar bear into the jungle,” Jesper sighed next to him, because it was a little miraculous to think Matthias Helvar, fitspo Instagram model and purveyor of all things organic and natural, had somehow been corralled into a bakery cafe. Kaz was surprised that Matthias even looked at carbs, let alone consumed them.  

And, even though he was pressed for time on the illicit essay he was writing, Kaz needed food, too. He and Inej both could use the time away from their questionable dealings online.

The Sweet Shop was within walking distance, but it had begun to rain, cold and foggy, over Ketterdam. So, the four of them piled into Kaz’s beat up black Chevy and rolled into town behind the rhythmic beating of the windshield wipers.

“Over here!” Nina waved to them, beaded bracelets rattling in a stack on her wrist, from the far corner as the bakery’s front door swung closed behind them, tripping a jingling brass bell pinned to the doorframe.

The Sweet Shop was a popular spot for the more bookish crowds to crash on the weekends, load up on starchy foods and coffee while rattling out papers on their laptops or flirting under the guise of study groups. Kaz wouldn’t go so far as to call them his type of people, but he was certainly more at home here than the drunken soirees where he spent his evenings fleecing the debauched children of alumni. Here, there were people crowded over old tables with their books, and well-worn leather sofas and faded overstuffed chairs in the corner lined with secondhand books and used board games that were almost always missing pieces. The air smelled like espresso and cupcakes and old pages, and if Matthias Helvar was going to sulk about the lack of kale on the menu, Kaz might have to punch him in the face.

Matthias was already nursing a colorful smoothie while Nina sat next to him on the old leather sofa, her long, shapely legs draped over his and a stack of sugared waffles on the coffee table in front of her.

“Took you long enough!” Nina was scolding as the four of them weaved through tables to the corner of sofas and chairs. “Do none of you check your phones on weekends?”

“A technology fast is very cleansing for our auras,” Matthias countered, with a sage look – Matthias, the self-proclaimed Instagram influencer. Kaz rolled his eyes.

“That almost sounded like real words, Matthias – good job,” Jesper smirked, as he perched on the arm of the chair where Wylan had flopped down. Matthias opened his mouth to retort something, but --

“I was just distracted, sorry,” Inej intervened with an apology to Nina and a sheepish look. (She thankfully was no longer wearing her blue-blockers or it might have been too sweet even for a place called The Sweet Shop.)

“And I was just ignoring you,” Kaz said with a shrug. Inej gave him an exasperated whack in the arm as he sat next to her on an old loveseat, resting his cane against one side, and Nina let out a put-out huff.

“Wylan’s the only considerate one among you,” she complained.

“Yes, that is true,” Jesper agreed, and Wylan grinned widely with his chin propped up on his fist.

“We wanted you here because,” And Nina drew out the because like she had something grand to follow it, “Matthias landed a sweet sponsorship yesterday, and he wants to buy us all lunch!”

Kaz and Jesper groaned in unison, loud enough it couldn’t quite be drowned out by Inej and Wylan’s congratulations. Matthias got particularly insufferable after new sponsorships – there would be strings attached to this.

“That’s very nice of you, Matthias,” Inej said, pointedly, glaring at Kaz.

“It is very nice of you, Matthias, to offer to buy us all strawberry ice cream smoothies like yours,” Kaz said, with an evil glint in his eye as he nodded to the large pink cup in Matthias’ hand.

Matthias gave an uneasy laugh.

“There’s no ice cream in this,” he said, then paused when he noticed Nina’s tight-lipped, icy stare boring into Kaz’s skull. Then his brow cinched up and looked down at his cup. “There isn’t ice cream in this, right, babe?”

“It’s not going to kill you,” Nina replied with an eye roll.

“Babe! You know I can’t do dairy right now! Tomorrow’s Six-Pack Sunday!”

There was no point in trying to stop it: a laugh in the form of a long snort rolled out of Kaz while Jesper and Wylan dissolved into a fit of giggles. Now Kaz remembered -- this is why they kept Matthias around.

“You don’t understand,” Matthias was trying to say. “It can take a whole week to detox and lose the bloat.”

“I’ll finish it for you, you big baby,” said Nina, and snatched the smoothie away from a panicked Matthias.

“I should start running laps now,” he was fretting.

“Make some food runs for us – that’s a start,” Jesper supplied, looking helpful.

“Good call,” Matthias nodded, and hopped to his feet, nearly dumping Nina onto the floor in the process. “Orders? Orders?” He looked to each of them, ready to leap into action and start fighting off the bloat.

He’d gathered up their orders and made a beeline for the counter when Nina turned to Inej.

“You had me worried, you know.” Nina leaned out a little over her knees toward her roommate. “You were just distracted?”

Kaz glanced in Inej’s direction in time to see how she swallowed hard. She’d stuffed her hands deep in her hoodie pockets. Kaz knew the reaction all too well -- what it was like to withdraw and fight to make yourself untouchable, even to those who loved you.

“Just a lot of work lately,” Inej said. And Nina slid a suspicious glance toward Kaz, as if waiting for him to explain himself and what he was getting the two of them into now.

But it had always been Inej’s decision, how she wanted to handle her own revenge. Kaz was only providing tools. He hadn’t answered for her yet, and he wasn’t about to start now.

Nina sighed.

“I just don’t want to see anyone hurt anymore,” she said. The brass bell over the front door jingled again.

“That’s not--”

But Inej stopped short when she glanced toward the sound of the bell. She barely moved, but Kaz could sense her growing rigid next to him. And something about it made the hair on the back of his neck prickle.

He followed her gaze to two boys who were now slouching toward the front counter. Kaz had seen them both before; he was pretty sure he’d written a biology research paper for the one with the pug-nose. They were both tall and conventionally good-looking – the sort you probably didn’t think twice about. Well-muscled, expensive haircuts, brand name sneakers.

Beside him, Inej had started breathing weird.

“Fuck.” Nina had noticed her staring, too, and suddenly all pairs of eyes in the corner were watching the newcomers at the front of The Sweet Shop with murder in their hearts.

Because these two bastards had been there the night of The Incident.

Kaz found himself wondering which one he could make cry first. Probably the bulkier one -- he looked soft and dumb around the edges. His mom probably still did his laundry on the weekends and called his professors when he didn’t get good grades. Kaz wanted to see him cry until snot dribbled down his sweaty face and –

“We should go,” Inej said, abruptly. She was looking pale and shaky, and her eyes darted around as if she needed to gather belongings, even though she’d brought none. Kaz had started to grip the head of his cane, tighter, tighter, tighter.

“Fuck no.” Nina was adamant and fiery, bless her. “We got here first – they can leave.” And then a little louder. “They should be in jail, frankly!”

“Nina!” Inej hissed, and her hand flew to curl against the side of her face when the boys looked their direction. Her eyes were wide and terrified when she looked over to Kaz.

“I want to go,” she told him, and that was all she needed to say. He pushed his weight onto his cane, hoisting himself to his feet.

“Don’t worry, girl – we got you,” Jesper was confirming, and, without even needing to consult each other, he and Wylan and Nina had Inej surrounded from sight on their walk to the door, Kaz at the front.

And it almost worked, too.

“Brekker!” Until one of the boys recognized him and gave him with a jovial grin. Shit. “Hey, it’s Brekker!” The stupid kid with the pug nose gave Kaz a hearty slap on his shoulder, and it took every ounce of restraint in him to not break the dude’s wrist.

“This kid got me an B+ on my bio term paper,” the kid was telling his bulky friend, and then with a shady-ass side smirk, he added: “Wasn’t totally the A I’d paid for, but that was still awesome, bro.”

“With your GPA, an A would have been too suspicious.” Why was Kaz even defending himself to this turd? He made to shove past, to head for the door.

But that kid was still gripping his shoulder. Like he wanted Kaz to remove it from its socket. Like maybe he was just asking for it. Kaz ground his teeth, trying to maintain his resolve. He wasn’t going to do this in front of Inej. He was going to be better than this for her.

“Bro,” the human pile of excrement still touching him was saying, “I’ve been meaning to text you. I have this world religions class this semester that is just killer, and I--”

“Your next words had better be how you’re doing your own damn work from now on.”

A simple “No” would have sufficed, Kaz realized, but his girl was in some kind of state because of this waste of carbon and his patience had never been plentiful to begin with.

Besides, the kid didn’t strike him as the type who understood simple “No”s. He was going to have to make it really fucking clear for this idiot.

Sure enough, the kid blinked hard, like he’d been slapped.

“I paid you, bro,” he said, dumbly.

“Oh, he did not just--” Nina started from the back of their bunch.

“Call me ‘bro’ one more time,” Kaz dared him, his eyes narrowing.

“What the hell, man?” said the thoroughly confused bulky friend.

“Kaz, just leave it,” Inej said, softly, and she slipped her fingers into the crook of Kaz’s elbow. “Let’s just go.”

A wave of recognition spread over the pug-nosed douchebag’s face at the sight of her. It was sickening, the surprised rise of his eyebrows, the smug, amused smirk on his lips. Kaz wanted to rip them right off his face.

“Oh, I see how it is,” the dick was saying. “You’re with this bitch--”

That’s when Kaz felt something snap. Oh, he was dead now.

“Kaz!” Inej shouted a warning, but it was already too late. With the cane between his two gloved hands, Kaz rammed his weight into this dead man walking. He threw the kid against the front door, the brass bell jingling as the shades on the window rattled in the scuffle.

“That’s my girlfriend, dipshit,” Kaz snarled.

Kaz was vaguely aware that there was a rising commotion around him, a crescendo of clashing panic and rage. His hand had found its way to the dude’s collar, throttling him; Nina was shouting something at Matthias somewhere behind him; chairs were scuffling about against the floor. But Kaz’s sole focus now was on making this heinous little fucker wet his pants.

“Kaz. The door.” Jesper’s clear-headed voice cut through the blinding wrath, and Kaz was somehow thinking clearly enough to gather his meaning and wrenched the kid away from the front door just long enough for Jesper to shove an arm through and open it.

And Kaz threw the pug-nose brat out into the rain ahead of them. The kid hit the pavement, hard, and scrambled back.

“Dude, you’ve got it all wrong if you think she’s the victim here,” the useless piece of flesh was sniveling. His nose was bleeding – pathetic, Kaz had barely hit him.

“I really think I don’t,” Kaz disagreed, thoughtfully.

“We could have you arrested!” the bulky child was screeching. Kaz turned just in time to see Matthias literally chuck the kid out after them, red-face and snarling. And Kaz had to hand it to him – even with his dairy intolerance, Matthias Helvar could toss frat kids with the best of them.

“Oh, please file a police report about this,” Kaz sneered at them. The wind and the rain were beating back his dark hair and flapping the collar of his black jacket, but he didn’t care. “I would absolutely love to know how you plan on explaining why you called my girlfriend a bitch.”

“Man, it is not my fault your girl can’t handle her liquor.”

CRACK. Kaz barely had time to blink, and Matthias had straight up decked the kid right in his jaw. Nina was rolling up her sleeves, ready to destroy the other one in the pelting rain.

“Hey!” The teenager in a green apron who’d been running the cash register was running out after them, holding a phone over her head. “I’m gonna call the cops if you don’t clear out!”

And when Kaz looked back at Inej, there were tears welling in her eyes even though her jaw was set firm. From the looks on the faces of the rest of his friends, they’d all noticed, too.  

So, it fizzled out before it even really began.

The frat boys had slunk off in the rain, and the six of them regrouped and sauntered back to Kaz’s car in silence. Jesper, Nina, and Matthias piled into the back seat, while Inej and Wylan squeezed into the front. And then an uncomfortable stillness descended.

Inej had pulled her hood up again when Kaz turned the key in the ignition, her arms tight in her sleeves. Every once and awhile, she’d sniffle as quietly as she could as the car ride seemed to drag on – but Kaz knew. Everyone knew. That had been awful. And it still felt awful. Kaz’s head was starting to swirl, his wracked nerves still buzzing. He shouldn’t have done it. He hadn’t wanted to do it, not really. And she’d told him she wanted to leave – she’d said it clear as day. And he’d said…oh God, what had he said? What had he done?

Kaz’s stomach was starting to lurch. He’d said a lot of things. Way too many fucking things. Things they hadn’t discussed yet. Things he’d clearly just assumed. What had he done?

“We really should cleanse this negative energy.” Goddamn Matthias was the first one to break the pervasive silence, and he was choosing to break it with this nonsense. Kaz’s glare drifted to the rear view mirror. “I have some sound healing bowls back at my place that are--”

“I swear to God, Helvar,” Kaz snapped, “if you break out even one sound healing bowl, I will make you wear it like a helmet and then drop kick you into the sun.”

In the rear view mirror, Kaz could see Matthias’ nostrils flaring.

“You are such an unbalanced piece of shit sometimes, you know that--?” But Matthias stopped short because Inej had let out a surprising chuckle. Kaz slowly let himself glance her direction – so did everyone else.

She was smirking up at Kaz.

“I just think it’s thoughtful of you to make sure his head is protected before you launch him into space,” she shrugged. Wylan barked out a laugh.

“I just think they should kiss already,” Nina added, waggling an eyebrow at a brooding Matthias, and then Jesper started to laugh, too, which really was the most infectious of laughs. Even Kaz was smiling after a moment – just a little.

Though that faded entirely when they pulled up to Kaz and Jesper’s apartment and Inej asked to speak with him alone in the car first.  

Shit, he thought. Shit. Here it is. He’d royally fucked it up now.

They waited in silence with the rain pouring over the car while the rest of their friends darted into the old Victorian home where Kaz and Jesper lived on the third floor. With each passing second, his stomach sunk lower into his guts. He wasn’t even sure he could form words in his brain, let alone with his mouth. He had no rational explanation for what had come over him back at The Sweet Shop, other than Here it is, Inej, I’m kind of a fucking disaster.

“So, that was…” Inej started, slowly. She was staring out the front window. Kaz felt like crumpling, and he hated it, hated how weak he felt. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I know, I know…” he muttered. He didn’t really, but he just wanted this to be over. If she never wanted to see him again, he needed her to rip the bandaid off quick.

“So, I’m your girlfriend now?”

Kaz couldn’t decipher her tone, and he couldn’t even look at her. He was just going to stare at the steering wheel until this was over.

But then Inej said: “I just would like to have known before the guys my parents are having investigated, that’s all.”

Kaz looked to her then, lifting his dark eyebrows slightly. She’d let her hair down from its knot before they’d left for the café – she’d braided it loose over her shoulder like he liked. She was twirling the ends now, a tired smile on her pink lips.

“If you want,” he said with a soft shrug. It wasn’t at all like the heroic way he thought she deserved to be swept off her feet. But she was still smiling all the same. It made him feel braver.

Funny – how throwing his weight around against perverts was as easy as breathing, but looking at her like this tore him apart.

“If you’ll have me,” he offered, even softer now.

And Inej reached across the distance between them. Laced her fingers over his, atop his knee.

“I will have you, Kaz Brekker,” she said, tenderly. It took him aback a bit. Made his breath catch. Made his throat sting.

“If I shouldn’t have--” he started to say of the row back at The Sweet Shop. But Inej cut him off instantly, shaking her head. Squeezing his fingers.

“You absolutely should have,” she said, firmly.  “And you should show me how, too.”

Kaz really raised his eyebrows at that. Inej smiled a little wider. His heart was lifting, lifting up and out of the certain doom he was sure it was about to face.

“Come on.” Inej tugged at his hand. “We’d better head up before Matthias starts culture appropriating all over your apartment.”

“You have to admit – he threw one hell of a punch, though,” Kaz pointed out, as he opened his door, and then wanted to punch himself for it. What the hell – was he defending Matthias Helvar now? This whole day was upside down.

Thankfully, there was a different kind of embarrassing going down in apartment number three when they finally made their way up. Kaz could hear it before he even made it to the top of the stairs – the loud, thumping bass, the voices shouting at the tops of their lungs.

Oh, their neighbors were going to love this. They were just making all kinds of new friends today.

When Inej opened the door, all four of their friends were dancing to Cardi B’s I Like It, blasting through Jesper’s bluetooth speaker. It took everything in Kaz to not physically recoil at the assault on his senses.

“Emergency dance party!” Jesper explained, yelling from behind Wylan.

“We’re clearing out the negative energy!” Nina shouted over the noise, her hands in the air. Matthias was jumping around behind her like an absolute madman. “But like in an acceptable way!”

“I think it’s working!” Wylan shouted at her in agreement, with Jesper’s hands on his hips.

They were all smiling.

And beside him, Inej burst out laughing – a wild, fluttery sound he’d heard only a few times before. It caught him right in the heart each time he had, and he knew he’d do anything to hear it as often as he could. He looked down at her and wondered, not for the first time, how she did it. How she managed to wring joy out of even the most dismal of circumstances.

It was something he needed more of – as long as she’d allow him to have it.

“Come on!” she was shouting to him as she took him by the hand. “You heard the man! Emergency dance party!”

And Kaz followed her in, shutting the door behind him.

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READ PART ONE HERE

You wished that your situation at the sanctuary would have improved after your romp in the sack with Negan, but honestly, not much had changed. Negan hadn’t touched you since then and Sherry had only managed to become more antagonistic somehow. You knew it was because she was jealous, she was so used to being Negan’s favorite. And that had only happened after she said yes to becoming a wife and she wasn’t even his first choice, her sister was. It must have been such a slap in the face that Negan would lay a hand on you without you being a wife. Honestly, you loved the fact that your little encounter with Negan had gotten under her skin so deep.

Be honest, Y/N, there was nothing that was ‘little’ in that encounter with Negan. You had been walking funny for a couple days after the pounding he gave you.

But, as nice as it was to put that little bitch in her place, frankly you were getting pretty damn tired of her constant remarks and glares. The first week after your stunt there was nothing but radio silence, and it was glorious, but once she noticed that her darling husband hadn’t made any further advances your way, she started right back up again with a vengeance and the insults cut much deeper this time around because you had no idea why there had been nothing from Negan after your intense tryst. He sure seemed like he enjoyed himself, but as each day passed you doubted yourself more and more.

“Oh, poor Y/N, you thought you actually meant something to Negan? That’s sweet.”

“It’s not your fault, sweetie. Negan just prefers a woman who actually knows what she’s doing.”

If you had to hear that nasally voice one more time, you were going to snap and there would be no mercy. And the one thing you found interesting was that Sherry was the only one of the wives that gave you any trouble. The others honestly looked so frightened all the time that they would never step out of line. But you knew Sherry thought of herself as the woman in charge because she was his “favorite”. 

“Oh, Y/N?” You hear from the hallway outside the kitchen, where you worked in the Sanctuary. The urge to drown yourself in the dishwater became difficult to resist as you immediately recognized the high-pitched voice as your resident nightmare, Sherry.

Fucking great.

“What do you want, Sherry?” You grit as you take off your gloves, turning around to face her. She was clad in the typical wife uniform: black dress, heels, and a face full of impractical makeup.

“Why would I want something? Can’t I just come down for some girl talk? You know how it is, spending so much time with Negan, sometimes it’s nice to get a break and hang out with the girls. Oh, wait you don’t know how it is. He just threw you to the side after he got a piece of you.” Her words made your blood boil and your fists clench at your sides as you try to not let her get a rise out of you. Of course, your reaction only emboldened her.

“I mean, I can only imagine how you feel. I mean if I were you, oh that’s a scary thought, but if I were that unfortunate I would just feel like I was only good for one thing. You know, but I mean if you were actually good, he might be back for more?” You tried to be strong, but you couldn’t deny that her words cut deep. 

“Just go away, Sherry.” You tried to sound firm, but your words came out weakly. 

“Why would I do that when this is so much fun? Come on, Y/N, it’s just us girls here. Why don’t you tell me what it’s like to be nothing more than a cheap whore?”

That’s it.

Her words make you snap and you lunge forward drawing your fist back before thrusting it forward. Pain zings up your hand and forearm after it makes an impact against her bony cheek. You shake your hand, wincing at the pain as she screams hysterically.

“You crazy bitch! You don’t even know what you’ve done. Just wait until I tell Negan.” She threatens before storming out of the kitchen, leaving you to your thoughts. Part of you was afraid that there would be real consequences this time around unlike last time, but the other part of you felt so good for punching that awful bitch in the face. There was no Negan around to hold you back like last time and she definitely had it coming.

A few minutes pass and the pain finally subsides in your arm. You grab your gloves and get back to work. The girl who normally worked with you was sick so you offered to stay longer to cover both lunch and dinner. You had just finished the dishes left from dinner when you hear a deep voice ring out behind you.

“Well, well, well. I just got a fuckin’ earful about you, million-dollar baby.” You freeze briefly, analyzing his tone.

Well, he didn’t sound too pissed.

“Negan, long time no talk,” You sass as you turn back to face your visitor. He looked just as good as usual, those blue jeans hugging him in the right places with that sexy leather jacket that gave off just the right amount of danger. You were glad to see that his favorite lady, Lucille, had taken the night off.

“Well, if I remember our last encounter right, there wasn’t a whole hell of a lot of talking, to begin with.” The confidence in his voice is enough to shoot heat throughout your body that eventually settled between your thighs.

“Maybe not a lot of talking, but I sure remember a lot of screaming.” You flirt, his grin only widens in response to your comment.

“Now speaking of screaming, you wouldn’t have happened to bump into Sherry, would you? Cause she spins a fascinating tale of how she came in here and you just attacked her for no reason. Care to tell me about that?”

“Hmm, might ring a bell. But that’s not how I remember it. She came in here, called me a cheap whore then insinuated that I was a bad lay and that’s why you hadn’t even much as spoke to me since we fucked. Then I don’t know what happened, she may have tripped and fallen right on my fist, but you know, I just can’t remember. Everything’s kinda fuzzy.” You say, sarcasm dripping from every word as you pursed your lips, pretending to wrack your memory.

“Well allow me to clear things up for you, Y/N. I can’t have anyone attacking my wives, even if it’s just you. You remember the last time someone laid a hand on one of my wives don’t you, Y/N?” A shiver of fear runs down your spine as you remember the sight of Mark’s skin melting off of his face after he touched Amber.

“But, now if there were to be a dispute between two wives, that I could maybe overlook.” Your eyes flick up to his in shock.

Did he...? Is he asking me to become a wife?

“I, umm, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” You ramble, shocked that he would even ask you that. He steps closer, backing you up against the counter. You had never wanted to be a wife, you didn’t fucking share. No matter how much you wanted this man.

“Why not, doll? I’m pretty sure we had fun last time or is that a bit fuzzy too? Do I need to give you a reminder? Cause I’d be more than fucking happy to.” His finger runs over your lip and your breath hitches in your throat from the contact. One touch from this man and you were already a panting mess again.

“I don’t know…” You whisper, your voice breathy. His hand moves from your face down your body until it meets the waistband of your jeans before it slips underneath. You gasp raggedly as his fingers slip between your folds.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet.” Negan curses as he brushes his finger over your clit, making you whimper his name softly.  

“I hate to break it to you, doll, but your body is tellin’ me a different story. You sure you don’t want this?” He asks as he begins to withdraw his hand from your jeans.

“No!” You insist as your hand catches his wrist, preventing him from withdrawing his touch.

“Mmm, that’s what I thought,” His smug tone makes you roll your eyes before you grab his face between your hands, smashing your lips to his.

Fuck I almost forgot how good this feels.

The kiss quickly escalates as your hands unzip his jacket, pushing his hand out of your jeans so you can push the now offensive fabric off his shoulders.

“Someone’s impatient.” Negan teases.

“I don’t care, fuck me.” You beg as you pull his lips back to yours, your hands immediately falling to his jeans. You make quick work of his belt and zipper before you reach inside and wrap your hand around his girth.

“Fuck.” He curses, pulling away from your lips briefly as you stroke over the velvety skin of his hard cock. Negan lets you continue for a few moments before pushing your hand away.

“If I’m gonna come, it’s gonna be in that tight pussy of yours.” He says as he unbuttons your jeans before ripping them, along with your panties, down your legs. You barely have the opportunity to kick them off your feet before he’s lifting you up on the counter and pulling you to the very edge. He wastes no time thrusting his entire length inside you before setting a fast pace.

“Oh, Negan! Yes!” You cry as his cock drags along your walls, sending shockwaves throughout your body.

“Goddamn, fucking missed this pussy,” Negan grunts against your neck as his thrusts quicken. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding yourself close to him as his hips pummel against yours. The only sounds echoing through the kitchen are the sound of your combined moans and the smack of his hips against yours.

It doesn’t take long before that familiar feeling begins to brew within you, your body begins to tighten as his harsh thrusts drive you closer to your climax.

“Fuck! Tell me your close,” Negan grunts as he presses kisses against your neck. You nod frantically as one of his hands drifts between you and presses firm circles around your aching clit. That is all it takes for your release to crash over you. Your head falls back and your jaw drops open as the intense shockwaves rock through your quivering form. Negan groans the feeling of your walls tightening around him as he fucks you through your climax.

“Negan! Oh, my fuckin-! Oh my god!” You cry as your release continues to quickly turn you to mush. Your body slowly unwinds from your explosive high and your focus shifts from your own release to his. Negan’s hips thrust into you desperately as he desperately seeks his own release.

The sound of high heels clicking outside the hallway draws your attention, but you can tell that Negan is too far gone to notice. A wicked smile comes over your lips and you squeeze your walls around his still thrusting cock.

“Fuck!” He cries at the feeling of your tightening walls around his length.

“Do that again,” Negan demands desperately.

“Tell me I’m better than her,” His eyes flick towards yours in confusion, but his hips don’t falter. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see that Sherry is now in the doorway, her jaw dropping as she takes in the sight of the two of you, but she looks frozen.

“What?” He whispers, his tone desperate. You tighten your walls around him again, he groans loudly.

“Tell me,” You repeat, your voice quieter the second time, but firmer before you clench around him again.

“Fuck! You’re better than her, so much better than her, Y/N.” He pants against your neck, but you can tell that she’s heard him because the look on her face is…to be honest…priceless. You can’t help the smirk that crosses your lips as you look over at her and wink. She turns quickly and rushes away from you. You turn your focus back to the man in front of you.

“Cum in me, please.” You beg as you continue to squeeze your walls around his cock. His hips thrust once, twice more before he stills against you. His loud groan echoes throughout the room before there’s nothing but the sound of the both of you breathing heavily.

“Holy shit, Y/N.”

“Mmm, that was quite the reminder,” You tease. Negan grins cockily before pulling out of you and tucking himself back into his jeans. You take the opportunity to hop off the counter and pull your jeans back up. His hand under your chin pulls your focus away from righting your clothes.

“Come on, Y/N. Say yes, be my wife.” He says, his eyes unusually sincere. You’d never seen him look at you, or anyone like that.

“Only on one condition,” Negan raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue.

“I’ll be your wife, as long as I’m the only one,”

To say that he looked shocked would be an understatement.

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You waited in anticipation for Goku to return home. Whenever he had to go out and fight like this, it always made you so anxious. You didn’t want Goku to get hurt, but you knew you could never talk him out of a fight. He always had to fight. It was just in his nature. He was a sweet man, but he needed to test his strength at every chance he got.

The door swings open and in walks Goku. He’s pretty beat up and his clothing is torn, but he doesn’t seem to be too hurt. Instead, there’s a recognizable darkness in his eyes. You know instantly how Goku is feeling. He’s won the fight, but he’s definitely just high on adrenaline right now. He needs to have you and he will not wait any longer.

“Bedroom. Now.” Is all he says before he snaps his fingers. You immediately jump up and do what you’re told. You know better than to talk back or refuse an order from Goku.

You sit on the bed as Goku enters the room. He pushes you back on the bed and his lips come down in a fierce and bruising kiss. His tongue enters your mouth roughly, making you moan. You can feel him grinding up against you, his erection prodding you slightly. Your heart pounds in your chest as your hands come up to caress his muscular arms.

“Need you so badly,” Goku is running on pure instinct and adrenaline at this point. He’s more than aroused and you can tell he’s going to be a little rough with you.

“Take me, Goku. Fuck me!” You whine as he doesn’t stop grinding against you. Those words alone are what makes him snap fully.

His large hands come down to your breasts as he squeezes them hard. He has your shirt ripped to shreds within seconds. Before you have time to protest, he’s shutting you up with a passionate and sloppy kiss. His hands make quick work with your pants, and his fingers rub against your clothed pussy. You can feel yourself tremble and quiver at his touch. You can tell he’s trying hard not to hurt you, but you love when he’s rough with you like this.

“Such a wet pussy already,” He grunts as your panties end up with the same fate as your shirt. He brings the ripped panties to his nose, sniffing them. He sighs as he smells your arousal.

The sight alone is making you drip. It’s so erotic to see Goku act on instinct. It always brings out this primal and feral side of him. Goku decides that he’s also wearing too much clothing, and he undresses himself very quickly. You observe the small cuts and bruises on his battered body, but you don’t dare say anything about it right now.

You take a moment to breathe as Goku makes his way back over to you on the bed. His eyes are dark and observing, He’s calculating his next movement. His hands pin your wrists down as he catches your lips in another heated kiss. His tongue penetrates your mouth, leaving you feeling so turned on. Goku is a sloppy kisser, but it always makes you so wet. You love the way that he touches you in the most innocent ways but that his kisses are impatient and wet.

“Gonna fuck you!” Goku grunts as he kisses and nips at your neck. You continue moaning and just goading him on as he continues his ministrations.

He licks from your neck down to your breasts. When he bites down on your nipple, you jump up and cry out. The pain feels so damn good as he sucks on your nipple hard, leaving it swollen and erect. He switches to the other nipple while his large hands spread your thighs. Goku begins licking down your body, biting in the most sensitive zones. By the time he reaches your wet cunt, you are literally bucking up against him.

“Stop squirming.” Goku says and you do as you're told. You know consequences will follow if you don’t listen to him.

His hot breath hits your aching clit. It takes all your willpower not to thrust up against him. Goku smirks before he leans in to kiss your clit. With just one taste of your arousal, Goku goes into a frenzy. His tongue swirls around your clit over and over as he just laps up your juices. His hands grip on your thighs harder, pulling you on so that he can taste more of your sweet juices. You tug on his hair while groaning his name.

“You taste so good.” His words excite you as he continues to lap at your pussy.

Without another word, Goku flips you over on your hands and knees. You whine when you feel the loss of contact on your slick. You need more of him so badly. You need him deep inside of you. He’s lit the fire deep within you.

“I need you, Goku. Please!” You whine, but he just laughs.

“Patience,”

You don’t quiet down as you feel two of his fingers plunge into your tight slick. Goku feels his cock twitch at the sensation of your hot and wet pussy. He knows he won’t be able to hold back any longer. Just feeling your spongy walls clamp down on his fingers, it’s enough to make him want to enter you.

But he drags this out for as long as he can. He loves watching you squirm and fuck yourself on just his two fingers. If you come undone, the better things are for the both of you. Goku knows what he’s doing and he’ll keep you like this until you are completely overstimulated. Your breath comes out in little pants as you beg him to fuck you.

“Goku, please. I need you so fucking badly,” You whine. His cock twitches again just hearing your filthy words.

He spanks you hard as he pulls his fingers out of you harshly. You whine at the loss of contact once again, this time it earns you another slap to the ass. With every little sound you make, Goku spanks you harder. He begins grunting and groaning as he listens to you cry out.

His large hands grab your hips and he slides his thick cock deep within you. He growls as he feels your walls flutter around him. You’re panting and mewling as your pussy adjusts to his size. Even though he’s fucked you so many times, you still need a moment to adjust to his fat cock. It always stretches you out.

“So tight, so warm.” Goku grunts as he picks up his pace. He’s slamming himself into you, causing you to cry out his name with every thrust.

He’s merciless with his movements, his cockhead bruising your sensitive cervix with every thrust. You swear you are going to cum so quickly, your walls already pulsing around him. Goku doesn’t let up, instead quickens his pace to get you over the edge that much more quicker.

“Fuck Goku! ‘Gonna fucking cum!” You moan as he pushes your head further into the pillow. You can feel yourself clench around him as he fucks you hard.

In three more thrusts, you are sent over the edge. Your vision cuts to static as you feel your pussy throb all around him. Your toes curl as you cry out his name over and over. You can feel yourself drench him and yourself with your juices, leading him to grunt when he feels you squirting.

Goku is so turned on by all of this, he can feel his words get stuck in his throat. His cock is throbbing within you as he nears his own climax. Everything is building up so high, Goku can’t take it any longer. His hands grip your hips so hard, you know you’ll have bruises.

“MINE! YOU’RE MINE!” Goku cries out as he pumps his hot cum deep inside of you. You moan as you feel him fill you up. It begins dripping out of you.

Goku continues thrusting into you, making you milk every single drop out of him. He continues to growl and grunt as he rides his high. As his pace slows, you can feel him loosen his grip on you. Finally, he pulls out and lies down on the bed next to you.

“Hehe, sorry about that!” Goku says as he scratches the back of his head. You laugh at how quickly he switched from feral beast fucking you to cute man you fell in love with.

“Goku, don’t apologize. You know I love when you fuck me like that.” There’s a slight blush on his cheeks when you say those filthy things.