Welcome To The Madness, Enter At Your Own Risk

𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞 - 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.

Deuce grew up being raised by a single mother because his douchebag of a dad ran away. Even though he would never do the same to you, he just can't risk it!

Even if you whine about it, Deuce always makes sure to keep a condom in his pocket. He honestly doesn't mind having it on, especially because it means protecting his darling from being a teen mum. You're just so precious to him, and he's not ready yet, so he does everything to keep you satisfied while running as little risk as humanly possible.

"I know, I know," He says that every time, always smiling so sweetly while you watch him get ready. "It's for your own good. Be a good girl and let me take care of you."

Deuce smiles when you flop onto your back and pout, but it's only a few seconds before he's gathering your slick and rubbing it up and down his twitching dick. He wants to be inside you just as much as you want him, trust. But first he's gotta make sure you're not feeling any pain.

"Here we go," Deuce croons, smiling as he gently grabs you by your thighs and pulls you right up to him. He chuckles at the sight of you bucking your hips, and cooes when you demand he hurries up. "I know, I know. Gah, you're so needy."

When Deuce moves, he always takes a slower pace. You think it's because he wants to be gentle with you, and he does, but it's also because he's scared of the condom breaking. He has no idea how you feel without the rubber barrier, but he's so confident that you'd feel ten, no, a hundred, fuck it, a thousand times better than you already do. You already feel like fucking heaven, squeezing him tightly and digging your nails into his shoulders.

If the condom broke, he's pretty damn sure he wouldn't be able to hold himself back once he knows just how good raw feels.

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𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 - 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭.

Cater is another Yandere who doesn't care if he gets you pregnant. Actually, he'd be very happy if you did. Think of all the cute Magicam moments you two could have! The hashtags alone would go crazy.

He can still remember the first time he convinced you to let him do it raw. He had been devouring your cunt, slurping up every orgasm he could pull from you with a smile and every little praise that came to his mind.

"There you go, how's that?" He purrs with delight when he hears you squeal his name. "Aww, c'mon honey, all I did was put my fingers inside. Is that too much now? I thought you could handle more than that."

You must've felt real pressed about that, because the next bratty thing that came out of your mouth had just a little too much attitude for his liking in the moment. "Oh? Babygirl, you shouldn't snap at me like that. Not when I know aaaaaall your sweet spots." For a while more, Cater teased you relentlessly. Between his tongue on your clit and his fingers abusing your g-spot, until he finally teased the idea of no condom.

"I know! If you're so capable, why don't we skip the rubber today, yeah?" His green eyes absolutely lit up like a kid on Christmas when you gave in. Somehow, he'd turned it into a game and got you competitive, so logically he had to spend his first time without a condom railing you. At least, that was the plan.

Until you convinced him it was better if you were on top. Something something, you'll be able to make sure he pulls out, something something, too late you're already takinging him down to the base.

"Holy shit, fuh- fuck, wait, no no baby, dun move yet, I ain't ready!" Your hands on his chest, your thighs on either side of his waist, he's nearly lost himself. His hands fly to your hips, each nail digging a small crescent into your pretty flesh while he struggles to come to terms with how different you feel without any condom to separate the two of you.

You wouldn't wait for him, already rocking your hips to a rhythm you found pleasing while he threw his head back and whined. Cater was lost, emerald eyes rolling back into his skull while his hips bucked to meet you halfway in every small bounce. "Baby, baby, please, you're too, fuck, too good! 'm cryin, please, stop, no, don't stop, fuck, just slow down, please, lemme breathe, lemme breathe!"

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𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨.

Trey honestly doesn't mind using a condom or not. As long as his darling is happy, so is he. Though if he had to take a side, he'd rather not use one. Why? Doesn't he want to keep you from being a teen mum? Well...

"Mmh, attagirl, takin' me s'well." His breath is warm on your ear, sending tingles down your next as his soft lips press firmly against the flesh. In, out, slow, because a man of his size doesn't need to be rough to have you sobbing from pleasure. You're drooling on his thick forearm, teeth having long given up on latching onto the muscle. While you cling to his bicep, feeling every twitch of it under your fingers, he's got you squirming while his thick fingers work you nice and open.

"Listen t'ya. You want it that much?" Trey chuckles when you nod along, every sweet whine filling his chest with a new wave of excitement. "Yeah?"

The sound of him coaxing more reassurance from you is enough to throw you over the edge, only helped by the brush of his fingers on the spongey spot that might as well be brail for a blind man. He read you far too well, whispering every word needed to hear you whine, slowly withdrawing his fingers and obscenely slurping up the slick that covered them.

He shudders at the taste, his breathing coming in as pants while you turn over and watch how red his cheeks had become. "If I knew nothing," Trey starts, his voice a whisper as he shuffles himself from his trousers just enough to give you what you'd been feeling on your thigh for the last hour. "I'd think your entire body was one big aphrodisiac."

Trey adores you, from your cute face to your adorable voice and coy reactions, you tasting like fucking heaven was just a bonus. "Raw?" He whispers against your temple, his mustard-colored eyes closing to savor the feeling of his cock brushing against your slick entrance. Today you didn't seem to feel like it, and frankly, neither did he.

All in all, Trey only bothers with protection if you do. The choice is all yours, darling <3

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𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 - 𝐘𝐞𝐬.

Riddle me this, do you think the Queen of Hearts would approve of having sex at school? Neither did he, but here he is anyway. Riddle is flushed to all hell, but this is what you wanted. You wanted to make him feel good; you wanted him. How could he say no to you being an absolute godsend?

"Yuu," His voice is soft, softer than you thought it would be at a time like this. He whines with every drag of his hips, grey eyes squeezing shut while he sobs into your chest. He didn't think he'd feel so good, no matter how many times you two do this.

Riddle whispers your name at every chance, praising you, telling you how deeply he loves you, all the while asking you for guidance. He can barely handle it, but he insists on being on top. Slow in, slow out, rocking his hips into you with a desperate gasp and his head thrown back.

Your gentle hand coaxes him closer, drawing him like a moth to a flame as you call his name. Praise him, do it. Watch how quickly he melts for his King of Hearts. When his gentle, constant rock stills, he's still keeping you going with a gentle thumb on your clit and the promise to change the condom once you get your high.

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Next up is Savannaclaw. Do I have several requests I'm working on? Yes. But I need to feed my babies so here you go <3

Thank you for reading.

Riddle Rosehearts ❀

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When you and Riddle first met, he was honestly bewildered by you. This doesn’t come from the fact that he dislikes you, it’s quite the opposite. He genuinely doesn’t understand how someone can be so kind and expect nothing in return.

You have the most beautiful voice ever as well. Every time you speak to Riddle, he has to tell himself to pay attention to your sweet tone. Sometimes he’ll just space out, completely caught in your beautiful words.

“…Riddle?” “Huh? I was listening!” He absolutely wasn’t listening.

Ace LOVES teasing him. “Hey Riddle! Your princess is outside!” “She is NOT my-“ But then he sees you walk around the corner. Suddenly he’s fixing his hair.

You always pick flowers for Riddle all around campus. He scolds you for not being more cautious about the places you get the flowers. Little do you know, he keeps them all in a drawer of his desk.

While you are always kind to everyone, Riddle always makes sure that no one takes advantage of your kindness. If he even thinks someone is being rude to you, he’s immediately demanding that they apologize or it’s Off with their heads!

One of Riddle’s favorite things about you is how easily animals come to you. The two of you will constantly hang out in the Heartslabyul gardens. During this time, Riddle was always trying to play with hedgehogs. The very second you reach out for one, it clings onto you. However, it took him ten minutes just to get one to look at him.

Along with animals, children are also naturally drawn to you. Whenever you and Riddle walk through town, children constantly waddle around you two. Once, you walked hand in hand with both Riddle and a young girl. She talked on and on about how she wanted to be just like you when you grew up, then asked if you and Riddle were married. Let’s just say he was red the rest of the day.

As your relationship progresses, you accidentally start giving Riddle ‘princess treatment’. You would unconsciously fix his collar, straighten his crown, or even brushing lint off his uniform. Eventually, he realized this and started doing the same for you.

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In the bedroom, the contrast between your soft persona and Riddle’s intense personality creates a lot of friction, but in the best way. You typically weren’t dominant due to your nature, and while Riddle was dominant in all other aspects, he didn’t want to be rough with you. Whenever you two are intimate, he constantly asks for reassurance that you are alright and enjoying yourself.

While your sweet voice already makes him crumble, inside the bedroom, it just ruins him. Hearing his name whispered or cried out in your voice is his biggest weakness. The moment you whimper or praise him, his composure breaks and he’s desperate to please you even more.

Aftercare is honestly where Riddle shines as your ‘prince’. He is incredibly attentive to you both during and after the act. Expect tons of blankets and cuddles. He loves brushing the hair out of your face and just staring at you while you rest, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace he can’t get anywhere else.

As I did previously mention, you aren’t the most dominant due to your sweet demeanor. However, Riddle absolutely loves it when you take the lead. This is especially true if he had a extremely difficult day and you just focus solely on making the two of you feel good. Seeing his sweet, innocent princess become confident and dominant in bed completely drives him wild.

Leona Kingscholar ❀

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This man is the king of acting like you don’t have him on his knees when in reality, he’s so in love with you.

Since animals are always clingy with you, Leona gets jealous when they get more attention than him. Why should woodland creatures get all your head pats when Leona’s right there??

Your voice is almost like a lullaby to him. He’ll find himself drifting off into the best sleep of his life whenever you speak softly to him.

He complains endlessly about you falling asleep on him, yet he never actually does anything to stop it. In fact, if anyone even tries to wake you up, he immediately shoots them a deadly look.

One time, you spent a whole afternoon making a flower crown for Leona while he slept. He grumbled about it, but never ended up taking it off.

While you may have this princess like persona, the one thing Leona loves about you is how strong you are. Sure you’re kind and charitable, but you aren’t the type of girl to wait around to be rescued. You’re brave and always persevere in the face of danger, which Leona finds attractive.

Cheka absolutely adores you. That’s honestly how Leona gave you the nickname ‘princess’ regardless of your personality. The young boy had simply pointed out how beautiful and kind you were and how you were princess y/n to him.

Although there are many different things Leona Kingscholar loves about you, his number one favorite is how you never label him. To you, Leona is just Leona, not a prince or a lazy second in line heir, just Leona. You even asked him what his dream was. Not his duties or what his family expects, just what he wants. (I’ve got a dreammmm, I’ve got a dreammmm #Tangled)

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Leona has a lot of repressed frustration towards his status of ‘second-prince’ who is always overlooked. With you however, he feels like an absolute king. In the bedroom, Leona is incredibly possessive and dominant. He specifically likes to pin your wrists above your head as he hammers into your poor pussy. Honestly, just the idea that he gets to fuck you gets him going.

Beast men are highly driven by scent, so before, after, and during intimacy, Leona makes sure to rub his scent onto you. He absolutely loves the mixed smell of your soft and sweet fragrance with his musky, wild one.

It’s basically his biology to have a breeding kink, but he also really enjoys having his scent on you since it tells other people you’re taken. He feels deeply satisfied when people see his adorable girlfriend only to realize she was claimed by him in all ways.

This man absolutely loves talking dirty to you. It’s even more entertaining for him because of the adorable facial expressions you make in response. Sometimes though, your reactions backfire on him. If you suddenly start moaning about how much you love him while he’s fucking you, his lust will immediately turn into emotional passion.

That cute, sweet voice of yours? He makes it his personal mission to completely unmask it in bed. Leona is highly auditory; he wants to hear every gasp, whimper, and high-pitched whine. He will deliberately slow down or tease you just to make you beg in that sweet voice.

One of his secret fantasies is marking you up with dark love bites so you wear them proudly along with your pretty dresses. As previously mentioned, he is highly territorial and there’s just something so alluring to him about you being claimed.

Afterward, the lazy prince disappears. He becomes incredibly attentive, pulling the blankets over you, scenting your neck, and letting you use his chest as a pillow while he strokes your hair until you both fall asleep.

Azul Ashengrotto ❀

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In true princess fashion, you have a curiously that never stops growing. Azul absolutely loves this, especially when you come to him for guidance! He accepts all your questions, whether that be how magic works, why he started the Lounge, or even some about sea life! He never makes you sign a contract for being curious either!

Once you start to gain more understanding about sea life, you actually begin collecting seashells! You always give Azul the prettiest ones you find. In fact, the first one you ever gave him proudly sits on his desk in his office. Whenever he’s stressed, one look at that shell makes him calm again.

The Tweels absolutely love you. Typically, you interact with Floyd more since he practically clings to you. Since you’re so good at reading animals and people, you always seem to understand Floyd and his mood swings, which he finds fascinating.

For Jade, he’s just in awe of how good you are in nature. After teaching you about mushrooms, he never expected you to actively use that information. But the very next day, you came back to Octavinelle with a whole basket of mushrooms you personally picked out.

Back to Azul though. Once he noticed how well you got along with the Tweels, he was just even more in love with you. It’s taken him years to understand the both of them, and he’s not even fully there yet.

Your voice is definitely one of Azul’s favorite things though. Although he’s never met a siren, he imagines their voices would be just like yours, sweet and silky. You always seem to be singing to yourself as you work; whenever Azul catches you, he just stops what he’s doing and listens.

At first, your kindness throws Azul off. He’s not used to having someone simply like him. There seems to always be an ulterior motive. You’re truly the first person he’s been able to shed the businessman persona for. You never fail to remind him that you care about Azul in all his forms, even the ones he doesn’t like himself.

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To Azul, there is nothing more special than being intimate. His usual smug, confident persona is long gone when you both have sex. He treats the act like a sacred ritual with the main task of worshipping your body. Azul kisses all over your body and does his best to pleasure you with both his fingers and cock. His main goal is to make you feel like the most treasured person.

Although he likes to be in control outside of the bedroom, it really is a toss up when you both are intimate. Sometimes, he just wants to worship you properly and do everything. However, if you were to praise him in that cute voice of yours, he would become all desperate and whiny for you.

If you’re intimate with Azul, it means he really does trust you. Due to his problem with body image, he genuinely is scared to bare himself naked to someone. When you two end up doing it though, he’s extremely passionate and devoted to you for that reason. As he watches your sweet face turning completely flushed due to his touch, he will praise you, thanking you for being with someone like him.

After you two have been intimate a few times, you probably have a pretty good shot at convincing him to have sex with you in his merform. Azul desperately wants this as well, there’s just something so alluring about seeing his strong tentacles wrapping around your pristine body.

Azul is highly visual and loves to praise your beauty. He will often pull you in front of a full-length mirror in his room, holding you from behind so you have no choice but to watch. He wants you to see the exact contrast of your pure, fairytale grace being completely overwhelmed and melted by his dark, intense embrace.

Once all is said and done, Azul becomes extremely clingy. He definitely refuses to let you leave the bed as you both glow in the after-bask of sex.

Jamil Viper ❀

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Jamil is used to being in the shadow of the wealthy (Kalim), but you treat him like the actual prince of the story. When you look at him with pure admiration, speak to him in your sweet, gentle voice, or offer him selfless kindness without wanting anything in return, his guarded walls completely crumble.

Because you are so innocent, gentle, and kind, Jamil’s protective instincts skyrocket. He knows how cruel the world can be. He will silently orchestrate everything behind the scenes at Scarabia to ensure no one takes advantage of your sweet nature, taking on the role of your dark, fiercely loyal guardian.

Jamil actually puts your animal friends to work. If little birds or mice want to hang around you, Jamil will systematically train them to help gather ingredients, sweep the floors, or keep watch around the dorm. He is the ultimate strategist.

The only person he actually wants to bake for is you. Although he cooks and bakes for Kalim all the time, he only genuinely feels happy doing it when it’s for you. This all started once you asked him sweetly to teach you how to bake instead of telling him to bake for you.

The two of you love dancing together! You were very enthusiastic to learn break dancing from Jamil, so you dance to that together along with ballroom dancing! Similar to cooking, Jamil really hates teaching people things. But he couldn’t help but smile as he watches you spin around trying to mimic his awesome dance moves.

Jamil’s favorite thing about you though is how you always ask what he would like to do. Although he can stick up for himself, Jamil has never had someone looking out for him. He always had to be the one to look out for others. So when you started sticking up for him, his love for you only grew.

For example, when Kalim asked Jamil to make a whole feast, you politely told Kalim that Jamil shouldn’t be expected to make a whole feast on such short notice. You immediately volunteered to help once Jamil reluctantly agreed nonetheless.

The Scarabia vice-housewarden can’t remember the last time he had something no one else did. He vows to himself as he holds you in his arms that hell will freeze over the day he lets you go.

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In daily life, Jamil is incredibly controlled, and you are his perfectly poised ‘princess’. Behind closed doors, that control snaps. He loves breaking through your sweet shyness. Jamil will slowly peel away your clothes, backing you against the mattress while his dark eyes track the furious blush creeping up your neck.

Jamil has spent his whole life holding back. In bed, he wants to make you lose control, too. He will use his incredible stamina and rhythmic, hypnotic movements to completely overwhelm your senses. Seeing a literal angel—who is usually so elegant and soft—panting, with her hair completely messy, crying out his name in her sweet voice, drives him absolutely wild.

Your angelic, high-pitched voice is Jamil's greatest weakness. He is incredibly vocal in bed, whispering low, dark, possessive praises against your skin just to hear how your voice changes. He will deliberately hit your sweet spots harder or pull your hips closer just to make your melodic tone shatter into breathless, high whimpers.

Jamil is deeply possessive. Because he has to hide his true feelings in public, he reclaims his power in the bedroom. He will press his lips to your porcelain skin, leaving dark, undeniable bite marks and bruises along your collarbones, shoulders, and inner thighs—hidden perfectly beneath your royal dresses, a secret crown only he knows about.

Once his intense, passionate side is satisfied, Jamil reverts to being incredibly attentive. He will personally carry you to a warm bath, gently wash your hair, and scent your skin with expensive oils. He will brush out your long, princess-like hair with the utmost care, pulling you tightly against his chest to fall asleep, finally feeling like a prince in his own right.

Although I previously mentioned that Jamil appreciates when you help him, if you start acting that sweet and innocent for anymore else, especially Kalim, Jamil will make sure to give you what he calls a happy fairytale ending where you’re reminded that he’s your prince.

Kalim Al Asim ❀

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First impression is that the two of you are made for each other. There’s no denying it, Kalim is basically the prince to your princess.

Whenever you surprise him with flowers or even a party, you’re equally as shocked to find out he did the exact same thing for you!

You once spent a whole day gathering some oasis flower just because he mentioned wanting to see its beauty. When you gave them to him, he eagerly pulled out his own bouquet for you.

The two of you constantly dance and sing together. It doesn’t matter where you are, if the two of you are together, you’re having fun together.

Every gift you’ve ever given him is more treasured than even his most valuable possessions. This includes his gold jewelry or even his magic carpet.

Whenever you’re excited, Kalim is just happy from seeing you be happy. He loves going on natural walks with you since the both of you fawn over the adorable animals. When he learned you liked feeding birds, he literally bought you a whole container of bird feeder just so you would be happy.

You’re exceptionally good at reading people. While Kalim may always look happy, you know when he’s simply putting on a smile. You won’t try to make him smile, you’ll simply tell him he can talk to you if needed. He absolutely loves that about you.

While Jamil is usually the one making him meals, Kalim trusts you to as well! He absolutely loves your cooking, even when you’re just starting out and aren’t that good. When Jamil overblotted, you remember how sad Kalim was, so you picked up cooking to help make Kalim’s friend happy again!

Jamil doesn’t dislike you per say, but whenever he sees the two of you together he just sighs and walks the other way. He isn’t fond of the idea of two Kalim’s.

Kalim loves your ability to attract animals! Whenever he throws a parade, he always makes sure to include them.

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In the bedroom, Kalim is pretty much his same sunshine self but does dim a bit. This is because he’s genuinely the most affectionate and devoted during intimacy. His eyes seem to glow with a beautiful mix of love and lust as he worships your body.

Your voice absolutely melts the little resolve Kalim had to begin with. He is very vocal and loves to hear your reactions to his touch. Any gasp or moan you make results in him blushing like crazy and smiling as he continues to explore you.

Kalim loves the visual of his lifestyle mixing with yours. He wears a lot of heavy gold bracelets, rings, and chains. During intimacy, he loves the sensation of his cold, glittering jewelry brushing against your warm, soft, porcelain skin. The sound of his bangles clinking rhythmically against the headboard or your hips adds a heavy, luxurious audio track to your private moments.

Princesses in fairytales always smell like fresh flowers, rain, or sweet vanilla, and you are no exception. Kalim becomes absolutely intoxicated by your scent when things get heated. He will bury his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply between frantic kisses. It completely drives him wild, making his pace much more urgent and hungry as he loses himself in you.

Kalim doesn't just want to cuddle afterward—he wants to worship you. He will pull you into his lap, entirely wrapping his arms around your waist, and scent your neck with expensive jasmine oils. He treats your body like a treasure, kissing every mark he left on your skin, and will happily stay awake for hours just watching you sleep, completely content that his real-life fairytale princess belongs entirely to him.

Vil Schoenheit ❀

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The two of you definitely give each other fashion advice. You always end up sitting in front of a mirror for twenty minutes trying to decide which outfit to wear. Vil greatly admires this since very few people care about outfits as much as he does.

When Vil has a fashion dilemma, which is very rare, he often goes to you for advice since you have a good eye for high end fashion.

Vil is also very into posture if Book 5 says anything. He absolutely loves the graceful way you carry yourself. What took him multiple years to learn you seem to do naturally which he admires.

You’re especially great at collecting things for potions, which is one of Vil’s specialties. He can’t help but think the two of you go great together whenever you bring him the best ingredients for his potions.

One of the biggest reasons Vil falls in love with you though is that you don’t believe perfection equals flawlessness. Whenever Vil feels imperfect, you are ALWAYS there to comfort him. Even when he isn’t in need of comforting, he cannot help but feel in awe as you appreciate the beauty in every little thing.

Along with your potion ingredient collecting, you also collect things that remind you of Vil! This mainly consists of flowers, which he always keeps in a vase in his room.

Vil’s career is honestly such a perfect fit for the both of you. Your soft, sweet voice is a perfect match for script reading practice, and you have a graceful presence that cannot be denied. Vil never feels happier than when he has you on his arm at a formal event.

Vil takes immense pride in his own talents, so your beautiful, melodic singing voice is something he treats like a sacred gift. Listening to your sweet voice is one of the few things that can genuinely calm his high-strung nerves.

Overall, you are Vil’s muse in every aspect of life. Your charming presence and princess-like behavior matches with his own persona so well that he cannot help but think the both of you can share the title of the fairest one of all.

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The Pomefiore housewarden doesn’t believe in rushing. Quickies just aren’t a thing. He will make you sit perfectly still while he slowly, agonizingly undresses you. He might unlace your corset or slide a silk sleeve down your shoulder, only to stop, step back, and just stare at you with a heavy, hooded gaze. He loves watching your princess-like modesty war with your desire, forcing you to ask him to come back.

Vil knows exactly how your body reacts to his touch. He will bring you right to the absolute edge of a climax, and then completely stop moving. He will hold your wrists gently but firmly, hovering over you while you gasp for air, refusing to give you what you want until you look him in the eyes and beg for it in that sweet, cute voice of yours.

He absolutely loves to be in complete control, and he will praise you heavily when you submit to his pace. When you are completely breathless, clinging to his shoulders and weeping into his neck, he will stroke your hair and murmur sweet, dark reassurances: "Good girl... just like that. Give everything to me, princess. You belong entirely to your queen."

As appealing as it would be to mark you as his, Vil actually doesn’t like leaving marks on you. He believes intimacy should be a private thing. He isn’t against giving you a few dark marks below your neckline that can be hidden by your clothes though. “Your skin is absolutely flawless tonight... it's almost a shame to ruin it with the marks I'm about to leave. But you want me to mark you, don't you?” See? A giant tease.

Don’t be surprised when Vil is a bit mean in the bedroom. This man is naturally dominant, and as sweet as you are, that’s not going to change. He absolutely LOVES stripping you in front of a mirror and taking in every reaction you have.

After he has thoroughly teased you and completely shattered your royal composure, Vil’s sharp tone completely softens. While he gently bathes you and rubs expensive oils into your skin, his dirty talk shifts into exclusive, possessive devotion.

Idia Shroud ❀

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The first time you and Idia ever interact is through technology. When he realizes what you look like in person, he’s literally mortified. How could someone as beautiful and perfect as you like someone like him?

In his mind, you belong in a high-budget fantasy RPG or a classic fairytale anime. When you smile at him with pure, selfless kindness, his blue flame hair turns hot pink, his brain short-circuits, and he stammers like a broken NPC.

When you both start dating, he finds that your voice is soothing enough to ease his anxiety some. Whether it’s from a long day of coding or even a socially awkward conversation with someone, just hearing your voice speaking to him relaxes him.

Originally, Idia assumes you wouldn’t be great at video games. He knows you prefer things like reading fairytales and exploring nature. Imagine his surprise when you succeed at beating his high score minutes later. You beg him to teach you more about tech and video games. Of course he agrees!

You're literally the only person that can convince Idia to go outside. You know and understand his social anxiety so you always make sure your adventures outside are tame and quiet. This includes looking at stars and nature walks together. Although Idia usually wouldn’t be caught dead outside, the smile on your face makes it worth it. Just don’t expect to drag him to a party…

Something that Idia genuinely appreciates is how much you try to learn about what he likes. If he mentions a certain anime, you try to binge watch the whole thing. If he spends a whole week playing a game, you buy it or watch a playthrough!

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Behind closed doors, Idia’s deep-seated insecurities initially make him incredibly hesitant. He looks at your delicate, porcelain, princess-like frame and thinks he's a total creep for even touching you. He treats your body like a rare, mint-condition collector's item, kissing you with an almost breathless, desperate reverence.

Your classic princess shyness is Idia’s ultimate weakness. When you hide your face under his oversized hoodies or bury your blushing cheeks in the pillows, his possessive side unexpectedly comes out. He will gently but firmly pull your hands away, hovering his heavy, lanky frame over you to make sure you look right at him while he pleases you.

Idia definitely uses his video game brain for good. He is a mastermind at pattern recognition. He knows exactly which spots make you gasp and which ones make your toes curl. He will trail his long, pale fingers over your skin, stopping just before the good parts.

He loves to remind you of the stark contrast between your fairytale purity and his dark, reclusive nature. While marking your porcelain collarbones with dark love bites, he will murmur: "You look so perfect in my messy room... like a literal glitch in the matrix. Too bad you're stuck in my inventory forever, princess."

Because Idia likes to have an absolute handle on his environment, he loves to direct your movements. He will firmly grip your soft, porcelain hips, using his long fingers to anchor you precisely where he wants you. He’ll slow down his pace to a torturous crawl, withholding the release you want, and mutter a breathless, deep chuckle into your ear: "You're completely lagging, princess. Look at how much you're trembling. If you want me to speed up, you have to tell me with that cute voice of yours."

The second the adrenaline drops, Idia is physically and mentally exhausted. His fiery blue hair calms down to a soft, low-glowing, lazy blue flame that flickers gently like a nightlight. He will collapse right next to you, burying his face in your shoulder or the crook of your neck, breathing heavily while his lanky arms wrap tightly around your waist like a security blanket.

Malleus Draconia ❀

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Malleus genuinely thinks you’re the most beautiful person he's ever seen. Not just physically. It's the way you smile when excited. The way you get distracted by flowers. The way you talk to animals. The way you light up when he tells you about Briar Valley. He finds himself watching you constantly.

While most people tremble in Malleus’s presence, your pure Disney-princess kindness means you treat him with absolute warmth and zero fear. The first time you walked up to him, smiled, and spoke to him in your sweet, melodic voice, his centuries-old isolation vanished. He instantly felt a profound, deep devotion to you.

Of course he knows that he’s actually a prince, but there’s something so romantic about you calling him ‘your prince’ he always finds himself in a better mood after you use that affectionate term.

Your laugh is one of the most beautiful things he’s heard. He isn’t naturally silly, so when he deliberately makes you laugh? He feels so accomplished. He’ll even repeat jokes he’s heard around school if he knows they make you laugh.

Malleus genuinely views you as his princess. Technically once you two marry you will be one, so he counts it. (Yes he is already planning the marriage.) He loves seeing you in pretty formal dresses. You always call him out for staring, and he simply says he is admiring his princess.

Your relationship honestly feels like something out of a fairytale book. Lilia has told Malleus many times that your love feels like the many stories of love he’s seen during his long life. Malleus is honestly just hoping the two of you are mated for life.

He finds your curiosity adorable. When you start exploring the gargoyles with him, you are eager to learn everything! After you discover none of them have names, you enthusiastically announce that the two of you must name all of them.

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When you two are intimate, Malleus’s dragon instincts completely take over. Dragons are notorious for hoarding rare, beautiful treasures, and you are his most irreplaceable prize. He treats intimacy with an intense, breathless reverence, moving with a heavy, deliberate slowness as he unlaces your elegant princess dresses, treating your bare skin like a sacred artifact.

The visual contrast between the two of you is incredibly intense. Malleus is massive, imposing, pale, and crowned with sharp black horns, while you embody pure, delicate fairytale light. He loves to trap your small, soft, porcelain body entirely beneath his heavy frame. Looking down to see a literal princess—usually so poised and modest—completely flushed, messy, and trembling under his touch gives his ancient ego an overwhelming rush.

He is highly aware that you are like the characters in fairytales. While holding you close, he will murmur: "Did the tales in your library ever mention what happens when a dragon captures a princess? They never write about how desperately you'd cling to me, or how beautifully you'd cry out my name in the dark."

One of his favorite things to do is let you think you are in control, only to remind you of his absolute strength. He might let you set the pace or dictate the mood, but the moment his draconic instincts spike, he will firmly grip your porcelain hips, stalling your movements completely.

Fae are deeply possessive, and Malleus wants the entire world—and the animal kingdom—to know you are off-limits. He will trail his lips down your porcelain collarbones, leaving dark, sharp love bites right where your elegant dresses cover them.

This man is immediately drapping a blanket over you once you’re ready to sleep afterwards. In fact, he does not want you to lift a single finger. He will softly stroke your hair and hum ancient, soothing fae lullabies from the Valley of Thorns. The deep, rumbling vibration of his chest acts like a literal sedative, calming your heart rate until you fall asleep.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

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He frowned slightly, glancing back at the hot pavement outside the gates. "But you've been waiting out there? In this heat? Let me get you a visitor's badge. There's a small teacher's lounge that's usually empty this time of day. We can at least sit somewhere comfortable while I eat."

After quickly signing you in at the main office, Izuku led you through the familiar corridors of UA. Even after years of him working here, you still felt a thrill walking through the halls where heroes were trained.

The small teacher's lounge was indeed empty, with a modest sofa, a low table, and a small kitchenette. Izuku gestured for you to sit while he placed the bento on the table.

"Make yourself comfortable," he said, loosening his tie slightly. "I'm really glad you came, even though I feel guilty for making you travel all this way."

"It's not that far," you replied, watching as he opened the bento. "Besides, it's nice seeing you during the day sometimes."

Izuku began eating, his eyes closing in appreciation at the first bite. "This is amazing, as always. I don't know what I'd do without your cooking."

"You'd probably survive on convenience store food and protein bars," you teased.

He chuckled, swallowing before responding. "Probably. But I'd much rather have your cooking." He paused, taking another bite. "How was your commute? The trains weren't too crowded?"

"Surprisingly manageable today," you said, leaning back against the sofa cushions. "Though I did get stuck behind a group of tourists who couldn't figure out how to use the ticket machines."

Izuku laughed, a genuine sound that always made your heart flutter. "Sounds about right. Nothing compared to my morning, though. One of my students accidentally set off their quirk during a training exercise, and we had to evacuate the grounds for twenty minutes while the cleanup crew dealt with... well, let's just say it involved a lot of slime."

"Slime?" you raised an eyebrow. "That's new."

"Not really," Izuku sighed dramatically. "But you'd think after three months of me telling them to control their output, they'd remember not to get overexcited during sparring matches."

"You love them though, don't you?" you observed, watching the fond expression that crossed his face despite his words.

"Of course I do," he admitted, finishing half the bento already. "They're brilliant, really. Just... energetic. Very, very energetic. Sometimes I think Aizawa-sensei purposely gave me the class with the most powerful quirks just to test my patience."

You reached over to wipe a bit of sauce from the corner of his mouth. "You're a good teacher, Izuku. They're lucky to have you."

He caught your hand, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss. "I'm lucky to have you." His eyes lingered on yours, and you noticed the shift in his expression—the change from husband-teacher to just husband.

"I don't want you to leave just yet," he said softly, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. "My next class isn't for another forty minutes."

"Izuku," you began, though you made no move to pull away, "I should probably get going soon. I have that meeting at two..."

"It can wait," he murmured, leaning closer. The scent of his cologne mixed with something distinctly Izuku—something you'd always associated with home and comfort. "Just stay a little longer."

His free hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer on the sofa. The bento lay forgotten on the table as he pressed his lips to yours. It started gently, almost chaste, but quickly deepened as his fingers tangled in your hair.

"I've missed you," he breathed against your mouth between kisses. "Even though I see you every morning and night... I still miss you during the day."

Your arms wrapped around his neck, responding to his growing need. "I miss you too," you admitted, as his lips traveled to your neck.

Izuku's hands roamed your body, reacquainting himself with curves and lines he knew so well yet never tired of exploring. "Remember when we used to sneak around like this in high school?" he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

"Except now we're married and you're a teacher," you reminded him, though your body responded eagerly to his touch.

"Even better," he grinned, his hand slipping beneath your blouse to trace patterns on your bare back. "No risk of detention anymore."

You laughed softly, but it turned into a gasp as his mouth found a sensitive spot on your collarbone. "Izuku... we're at your workplace..."

"Locked it when we came in," he reassured you, already working on the buttons of your blouse. "And the lounge is empty. We still have plenty of time." He paused, looking into your eyes. "Unless you really want to leave?"

In answer, you helped him with the remaining buttons, your own hands beginning to unbutton his shirt. The air in the small lounge grew warmer as skin met skin, familiar yet always exciting.

Izuku's lips claimed yours again as he laid you back against the sofa cushions, his body covering yours with a weight that felt like home. "God, I've wanted this all day," he murmured against your mouth.

Your hands explored the muscles of his back and shoulders, stronger now than when he'd been a student but still the same Izuku you'd fallen for years ago. "You always want this," you teased, though your breath caught as his hand moved to unfasten your bra.

"Can't help it," he grinned, his eyes dark with desire. "I'm married, aren't I? Married to the most beautiful woman in the world... what's a man supposed to do?"

His mouth descended to your newly exposed breasts, and any coherent response you might have had dissolved into a soft moan. Izuku took his time, as he always did, worshipping your body with an attention to detail that still sometimes overwhelmed you.

"Still so sensitive here," he observed, his fingers tracing the goosebumps that rose on your skin. "After all these years..."

"Some things never change," you managed, arching into his touch.

His hand drifted lower, unfastening your trousers with practiced ease. You lifted your hips to help him remove them, along with your underwear, until you lay bare beneath him on the sofa.

Izuku paused, simply looking at you for a moment. "Perfect," he whispered, before lowering his head to taste you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as his mouth moved with practiced precision, finding all the spots that made you gasp and writhe. Years together hadn't diminished his skill—if anything, he'd only gotten better at reading your body's responses.

"Izuku," you breathed, your hips moving instinctively against his mouth. "Please..."

He lifted his head, a wicked grin on his face. "Please what?"

"You know what," you half-moaned, reaching for him.

He chuckled but obliged, quickly shedding his own clothes until nothing separated you. His erection pressed against your thigh, hard and ready. "Like this?" he teased, positioning himself at your entrance.

"Stop torturing me," you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered you, filling you completely. Both of you sighed in satisfaction at the familiar sensation of joining together.

"Never gets old," Izuku murmured, beginning to move in a rhythm you both knew by heart.

Your bodies moved together, a dance perfected over years of lovemaking. The small lounge filled with soft sounds of pleasure—the slide of skin against skin, whispered words of love, breathy moans.

"Faster," you urged, meeting his thrusts with equal enthusiasm.

He complied, his pace increasing as his control began to slip. The sofa creaked softly beneath you, but neither of you cared. All that mattered was the building pleasure, the connection between you that transcended the physical.

"Izuku," you gasped, feeling yourself approaching the edge. "I'm close..."

"Let go," he urged, his voice strained with his own impending release. "I've got you."

With a final, particularly deep thrust, you tumbled over the edge, waves of pleasure washing over you. Izuku followed moments later with a guttural cry, his body tensing before collapsing against yours.

For several minutes, you lay tangled together, hearts racing and breathing heavily. The air in the lounge was thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction.

"We should probably get dressed," Izuku eventually said, though he made no move to leave your embrace.

"Probably," you murmured against his chest, feeling the steady, rhythmic thump of his heartbeat finally beginning to slow. Neither of you made any actual effort to separate, content to linger in the heavy, comfortable silence of the small lounge.

Eventually, the ticking of the clock on the wall broke through the haze. Izuku let out a reluctant sigh, pressing one last, lingering kiss to your temple before forcing himself to sit up.

"I really do need to eat the rest of that," he said, reaching for his discarded trousers and handing you your clothes. "If I pass out from exhaustion during afternoon heroics training, Aizawa-sensei will never let me hear the end of it."

You laughed, quickly redressing and smoothing down your hair in the small mirror above the kitchenette. By the time you turned around, Izuku was sitting back on the sofa, happily devouring the remainder of his lunch as if he hadn't just completely derailed your morning.

He walked you back to the main gate ten minutes later, his hand resting warmly on the small of your back. At the gate, he pulled you in for a quick, chaste kiss—perfectly appropriate for a public setting, though the look in his green eyes promised otherwise.

"Good luck with your two o'clock meeting," he teased, stepping back onto the campus side of the gates. "And thank you. For the lunch... and everything else."

"Anytime," you smiled, adjusting the strap of your bag. "Just try not to forget it tomorrow."

"Never again," he vowed, waving as you turned to head toward the train station, the lingering warmth of his touch carrying you through the rest of the day.

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Riddle Rosehearts 🌹:

After what seemed to be months of preparation for yours and Riddle’s wedding, it was finally all over. Your husband had booked one of the most historic and beautiful places for your honeymoon as well: The Rosemund Manor.

The estate resided in the secluded countryside of the Queendom of Roses and was known for its luxurious rose gardens. The history of the manor could be dated back all the way to the Queen of Hearts, which made it a landmark of pride for citizens of the Queendom of Roses.

While looking online at photos, you were in awe at how far out Riddle would have had to book the estate. In accordance with the Queen of Heart’s rules, the estate could only be booked every other week, and never purchased on a Tuesday.

As the heavy wooden doors to the manor shut behind you, it feels as though the echos of voices from your ceremony disappear. All that was left now was you and your newly married husband.

The two of you walk hand in hand, your golden rings shining on your respective fingers. Riddle holds the door to the master suite for you before stepping in himself. You take in the elegant bedroom complete with silk sheets and a balcony overlooking the garden.

Riddle stands in the center of the room, looking at you. He is still dressed in his formal coat, every button done up properly.

For years, Riddle kept his heart under lock and key. But tonight, looking at you in the soft glow of the sunset seeping through the windows, he cannot help but let his rules melt away. All that remained now was the consuming desire to belong to you fully.

“We are finally wed.” Riddle finally says softly as he fidgets with his hands.

“There are no rules for tonight. Only… you and I.”

Riddle steps over to where you are standing. His gaze trails down, taking in your beautiful figure with an intensity that brings a blush to his cheeks.

His fingers are precise but trembling as he begins to help you out of your formal clothing. Everytime his skin touches yours, he lets out a breath. Riddle’s lips find your neck as he begins to kiss along your collarbone. As his head dips lower, his breathing becomes more intense.

Although Riddle prides himself in his composure, the feeling of your hands running through his crimson hair has him completely unraveling. A soft, needy whimper escapes his mouth as you begin to slowly unbutton his shirt. The rigid Housewarden is long gone, all that remains now is a man craving his wife.

You tilt your head back as he continues to ravish your neck. When he finally leans back and admires his work, you tilt his chin up and crash your lips onto his.

All the kisses between the two of you leading up to this day can barely hold a candle to this one as you two devour each other. Riddle begins to strip you of your clothes fully after you’ve successfully unbuckled his dress pants.

The kiss is broken as you step out of your clothes and lay down on the crimson silk sheets, looking up at him with longing eyes. Your husband quickly discards his own pants before hovering over you and placing his lips back on yours.

Both of your hands run along each other’s bodies as you explore one another as husband and wife. Riddle slowly begins to lose himself in his passion as he trails his fingers down your stomach before sliding them into your wet heat. You quickly break the kiss with a moan as his fingers curl inside of you.

“Let me guide you, my rose. Just focus on my touch.”

You nod as he begins to slowly thrust his fingers into you. He recaptured your lips as his thumb finds your clit and begins to fondle it. Your hips buck against his hand as you quickly begin to reach your climax due to all the pleasure.

Riddle begins to piston his fingers until they are stroking your sweet spot. Finally, you break the kiss and moan loudly as you reach your peak. Riddle stares down at you with pure adoration as he guides you through your orgasm.

As he removes his fingers from within you, he slowly starts to stroke his painfully hard erection.

“Are you ready, my dear?”

You nod, just eager to be filled again as your pussy clamps around nothing. Riddle intertwines one hand with yours while lining up his cock with his other. After he is fully inside of you, your walls clench around his length.

The second you give a curt nod, Riddle slowly begins to move. You squeeze his hand as his pace quickens.

Your matching wedding bands rub against each other as he hammers into you, babbling about how beautiful you look taking him.

Desperate to kiss your husband, you take your hands and wrap them around his neck, effectively pulling him down to meet your lips. He continues to thrust his hips into time with yours as you both swallow each other whole. Riddle breaks the kiss with a groan before pressing his forehead to yours.

“Darling… I’m going to…” He groans.

“Going to come..” You immediately nod in response as you near your own climax.

“C-Come inside.”

Riddle looks up at you, clearly shocked by this. But then your walls clamp down on his dick, and he cannot help but reach his peak.

“I love you… Oh sevens… I love you so much, y/n…” He whimpers out before coming with a loud groan. Shortly after, you squeeze his hand, reaching your own release. Riddle allows you to slowly milk his cock as you both come down from your highs.

When he finally pulls out of you, he presses a long kiss to your lips. The two of you sit there silently for a moment as you softly trail circles around his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You yawn sleepily, and Riddle immediately sits up, insisting he clean you up real quick.

The two of you go into the bathroom connected to the suite. As Riddle begins to draw the water in the luxurious porcelain tub, you step in.

Your husband quickly follows, both of you now submerged in the warm water. Riddle wraps your hand around his own before resting his head back. After a moment, he holds up your intertwined hands with a small, carefree smile.

“I still cannot quite believe…” He brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it. “You’re my wife now.”

For a man who spent his entire life standing perfectly straight, he completely relaxes against you. He buries his face in the crook of your wet neck, inhaling deeply, letting out a long, contented sigh that stirs the damp hairs at your nape.

Once you two have dried off, Riddle wraps you up in a cozy robe then you both snuggle together in the large bed. You fall asleep right beside each other, and for once, Riddle doesn’t have a care in the world. He knows the two of you will be a team from now to forever, and that’s all he could ever want.

Leona Kingscholar 🦁:

The last thing that Leona wanted was a big wedding. However, his family insisted your marriage be treated like the royal wedding it was. You ended up agreeing, and Leona simply couldn’t say no to his beautiful soon-to-be wife.

That being said, Leona made sure it was clear he wanted absolutely no crowded tourist spots for your honeymoon. In fact, he said that your honeymoon had to be in a private place so he could have you all to himself.

While you handled all the wedding preparations with your mother-in-law and sister-in-law, Leona took it upon himself to make sure the private oasis in the royal reserve could be your honeymoon destination.

You had never seen the royal reserve, so the stunning, open-walled villa that overlooked the private oasis was dazzling to you. Leona was just happy it was secluded and that he had absolutely nothing else to do.

The second you had opened the large villa doors, Leona had already shed his formal vest, throwing it aimlessly on a chair. He wraps his arms around you, lifting your hand to his face as he smirked at your wedding band.

“Finally.” He mutters softly as he admires your pretty ring.

“No more old men talking, no more royal protocol. Just me and my woman.”

Your husband buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. His rough tongue licks a sensitive spot right beneath your ear, making you gasp. You feel Leona grin before his teeth gently graze at your collarbone, leaving a small mark.

It seems as though Leona cannot wait another second to be inside of you as he starts to handle your clothes with eagerness. His rough, calloused hands trace every curve of your body, his touch is warm, igniting a feverish heat between you.

As Leona begins to try basically tearing off your dress, you move his hands softly as you chuckle.

“Unzip it, Leona. You’re not about to ruin my wedding dress!”

Leona smirks down at you then clicks his tongue before leaning down.

“I’ll just buy you a new one.” His lips crash into yours with surprising urgency. You moan into the kiss as he begins to caress your curves roughly. Leona leads you two towards the bed, immediately boxing you in after falling into it.

He breaks the kiss, breathing heavily as he quickly strips you of your dress, muttering about how badly he needs to see his pretty wife. The second your whole body is exposed to him, your husband groans softly before attaching his lips to your neck, slowly nibbling at your skin.

Your hands fly into his hair. As you tug and moan, Leona’s desire only expands. He finally reaches down to your soaked hole before quickly easing in two thick fingers. You gasp as your walls clench around him tightly.

“Fuck baby… you’re taking me so well.. can’t even imagine how good it’ll feel when my dick’s in you.” He begins to hammer his fingers into you, finding your sweet spot with ease as if he has your body memorized already.

“Leona… Leona, gonna come!” You moan out desperately as your walls tighten around him. Your husband smirks and begins to rub your clit. Your eyes clench shut and you meet your release around his fingers immediately.

Your juices coat Leona’s fingers as he pulls out. He smirks at your dripping pussy before bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking them dry. As you slowly begin coming down from your orgasm, Leona wastes no time, shedding his dress pants off quickly.

Piercing green eyes scan your naked body as Leona strokes his cock to full attention. He climbs back up over you before lining himself up with your entrance. As he enters you, he lets out a loud groan of your name as you suck him in.

There’s only so much a lion can do against his own instincts, so before you know it, Leona is thrusting into you at a steady rate. He nails your sweet spot with every thrust, successfully bringing you closer to your peak.

As your husband fondles your clit while continuing his assault on your pussy, you begin to moan loudly. Leona groans in response.

“Yeah, keep making those sounds for me. I’ve been waiting all day to hear them.” Leona mutters as he leans down and begins kissing your flushed skin.

Small love bites litter your skin as Leona pulls away to focus on thrusting into you, his speed increasing. The head of his cock nails into your sweet spot one more time and you suddenly cannot even warn him you’ve reached your peak before you’re coming undone around him.

Leona groans as he watches your face become flushed with absolute bliss. Shortly after, his own release comes as he floods your pussy with his seed. He proceeds to shallowly thrust in you at a slow pace while kissing along your body.

When he finally pulls out, his green eyes widen at the arousing sight of your hole stuffed with a mix of both your fluids. You begin to get up, wanting to check out the rest of the villa, but Leona quickly presses you back down on the bed with a smirk.

“You married a lion, remember? You should've known I’d be greedy with my mate. Now be a good girl and wrap your legs around me."

Let’s just say it’s going to be a long (but good) honeymoon!

Azul Ashengrotto 🐙:

From the moment Azul proposed to you to the day of your marriage, everything was planned out. Your fiancé took it upon himself to prepare literally everything down to the last minute so it was perfect. The cake tasting and venue was scheduled the second you said yes.

This precise scheduling also included your honeymoon. Azul never takes off work, so you were surprised when he told you he was taking a whole weekend off for your honeymoon. When the two of you arrive at the overwater villa, Azul proudly presents the itinerary for the weekend.

But Azul never took into account just how intoxicating having you for the first time would be. After having a lovely dinner by the sea, you and Azul made your way to the master suite. The bed was enormous with beautiful silk sheets and a dozen fluffy pillows.

The door shuts behind Azul as he immediately lets his shoulders drop, a long shaky sigh leaving his lips. He removes his glasses, setting them on the nightstand before turning to face you. Azul had spent his whole life trying to build an untouchable persona for himself. But after looking at you in your beautiful bridal attire, he realizes he doesn’t need a single shield. You love him, tentacles and all.

Azul approaches you slowly, his silver hair catching the light. He is a perfectionist by nature, and his touch is deliberate, laced with the desire to please you. His hands, which are usually so steady, shake hesitantly as he begins to slowly unzip your dress.

When his fingers graze against your bare back, a shiver runs through him. Azul leans down, pressing his head into the crook of your neck.

"I spent months planning every detail of the wedding to ensure perfection," Azul murmurs, his voice stripped of its usual theatrical, businessman cadence. It’s softer now, carrying a raw, breathless vulnerability. "But looking at you now... I realize the only perfect thing here is you."

After speaking, he presses a feverish, needy kiss to your neck. Your hands instinctively fly up to his hair, combing through the locks. For a man that prides himself on his composure, he sure does lose it very quickly once your hands are on him. Your husband moves his face from the nape of your neck and crashes his lips onto yours.

The two of you are pressed up against each other as your hands wander to tear off articles of clothing. Azul steps backwards, quickly stumbling onto the bed. The kiss break as he hovers over you, his blue eyes darkened with passion and lust. He quickly lets go of all his remaining defenses as his lips find yours once more.

As the kiss deepens, you grab Azul’s hand, leading it in between your thighs. Although your husband had been preparing and researching for months in order to make sure you feel pleasure, it seems all his mental notes went out the window when he felt your wet core. Two fingers lightly stroke your folds as he breaks the kiss, looking into your eyes, which are watering over as he fondles your pulsing lips.

He really does try to let you take your time, but he could barely think straight as your walls clamped around his two fingers. Azul takes in every small twitch of your face as you come down from your high with a moan. As he begins to line himself up with your seeping entrance, he silently tells himself that he will remain calm and assure max pleasure for you.

That completely goes out the window… well the calm part at least. The second Azul is fully sheathed inside of you, he becomes a whimpering mess. It’s unlike anything he could have ever imagined. Your pretty moans fill his ears and your walls cling to his cock like a vice as he begins to move slowly.

As Azul’s pace quickens, you find yourself nearing your orgasm already. His eyes remain locked on your face, watching your expressions as if you are the most fascinating thing in the world to him. You moan out his name as you go right over the edge, in response, Azul mutters out.

"Ah... sevens, you're shaking so beautifully around me. Keep doing that. Squeeze me right there." Azul begins to reach his own climax as you ride his cock through your own. His thrusts become more sloppy as his seed spills inside you.

Once he had finished helping you come down from your peak, he slowly pulled out, memorized by the beautiful mess he made of your hole. After giving you a quick peck on the forehead, he cleaned up before going over to his suitcase, pulling out a laptop.

You look up from your spot on the bed, confused as to what he was doing.

"Azul...?" you mumble, blinking up at him. "What are you doing? Can’t you do work tomorrow or something?”

Azul doesn't look up from his laptop, his glasses entirely forgotten as he types furiously. "I am completely rewriting our contract with the resort," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly, and intensely focused rumble.

"And I am sending a highly authoritative email to Jade and Floyd, informing them that if they contact me for any reason short of the Mostro Lounge physically burning to the ground, I will personally see to it that their bonuses are liquidated."

You blink, stifling a yawn. "Wait, what? But we're supposed to leave on Sunday afternoon..."

"We were," Azul corrects smoothly, finally closing the device down with a definitive click. He turns back to you, a heavy, hooded, and fiercely possessive gaze locking onto yours. He slides down into the bed, trapping you beneath his heavy frame, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to lock you flush against him.

"I am officially extending our reservation," he whispers against your lips, his breath warm and hitching as his fingers trace the curve of your hip. "We are staying for the entire week. The Lounge can manage without me, but I find that I am entirely, completely incapable of functioning if I have to take you out of this bed."

You let out a soft laugh, your hands sliding up his bare chest. "Azul, you're ruining your perfect schedule."

"Let it ruin," he growls softly, his composure completely melting away as he buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent with a needy, desperate hunger.

"My calculations were entirely flawed, my pearl. A mere forty-eight hours with my wife is an insultingly low return on investment. I need you for the next seven days straight.”

Jamil Viper 🐍:

The moment Jamil proposed to you, Kalim tried to persuade him to have a big wedding. However, the last thing Jamil wanted was some huge, loud event with random people. He also refused to use anything from the Asim household even though Kalim offered dozens of times to help.

Your fiancé handled just about everything with extreme precision. He simply didn’t trust anyone else to make it perfect. Jamil’s whole life had been about someone else, and now he wanted to make sure today was just about you and him, his one true soulmate.

As much as you tried to wrestle it out of him, Jamil refused to tell you what he had in mind for your honeymoon. He would simply smile and tell you he had it all under control.

When you both arrived after the wedding, you were shocked. The place was entirely off the grid with beautiful stone walls surrounding it. Ever since Jamil had come across this place a few months ago, he knew it was perfect.

To Jamil, this was the best place for you two. In this completely isolated sanctuary, there are no masters to serve and no prying eyes—just the quiet music of the desert wind, rich crimson silks, and absolute freedom with his wife.

As the two of you unpack, Jamil seems extremely at peace, more than you’ve ever seen him look before. After checking out the whole place, you both end up in the master suite.

Jamil doesn't immediately turn to look at you. Instead, he stands in the center of the candlelit bedroom and takes a long, slow, grounding breath. With practiced grace, his long fingers reach for the heavy, jewel-encrusted collar of his white and gold groom’s robes.

He doesn't rush you. Jamil crosses the room with the silent, hypnotic grace of a desert serpent. He reaches out, his large, warm hand—now wearing a matching platinum wedding ring—gently cupping the side of your jaw. His thumb traces your lower lip, tilting your head up so you have no choice but to look directly into his eyes.

"Look at me," Jamil murmurs, his voice dropping to a low, smooth, and incredibly smoky pitch that sends a violent shiver straight down your spine. "No more crowds. No more family duties. No one else's schedule. There isn't a soul within miles of this valley who can hear us."

Your husband leans down slowly before pressing his lips to yours. Jamil had spent years practicing his self-restraint but as your hands run through his silky dark hair, that limit shatters. His kiss turns fierce and heavy, his tongue parting your lips with an eager, possessive rhythm. 

While he kisses you breathless, his other hand slides down to your waist, his strong fingers gripping your hip with a sudden, firm desperation that pulls your lower body flush against his. With a low, possessive growl, he effortlessly scoops you up into his arms, carrying you toward the bed draped in crimson silks to finally claim his wife.

As your tongues continue exploring each other’s mouths, Jamil slides his hands under your dress. You moan into the kiss as his warm skin ignites your skin. Without warning, he simply slips two thick digits into you. Your hips immediately buck up as he curls his fingers inside of you. Jamil pulls away, clearly pleased by your reaction.

He quickly sinks a third finger inside of you, resulting in your whole body shaking from the added pleasure.

"You’re trembling so beautifully under my hands. Don't worry, darling... I'm going to take my time breaking you tonight."

You press your head back further into the pillows as Jamil begins to quickly pump his fingers in and out. He watches every single micro-expression on your face. He tracks the way your pupils dilate in the dim candlelight, the way your lips part to let out a needy whine, and the way the flush of heat rises from your collarbone to your cheeks.

Before you know it, you’re crying out his name as your walls tighten around him when you reach your orgasm. Jamil slows down somewhat, but continues to finger the liquid back inside. He pulls them out slowly, staring at the sticky fluid coating his fingers. Keeping eye contact with you, he brings them to his mouth, slowly sucking your juices off.

Jamil sits upward, quickly pulling off his dress pants as you begin coming down from your high. Your husband is extremely quick as he’s already sinking into your tight heat, groaning about how good you feel.

Once he bottoms out inside of you, your hand quickly finds his. His lust-filled eyes peer into your own as he hovers over you before hammering into you, the head of his cock nailing your sweet spot.

The second he found that angle which made you moan the loudest, he begins thrusting into you ruthlessly. Your eyes clamp shut as you wraith on the bed desperately. Jamil’s hand snakes around your body, carefully finding your clit. He hums thoughtfully with a grin as you whimper in response to him nudging it.

"You're completely unraveled under me. Don't you dare close your eyes. Look at me while I take you." Jamil purrs in his silky voice. Your legs instinctively wrap around him as you near your climax. As you come down from your high, you yell out his name as he groans, reaching his own peak. His movements lose their neat calculation and turn into a fierce, frantic, and heavy desperation as his load floods into you.

He slowly pulls out after making sure he didn’t go to rough on you. You begin to get up in order to clean yourself, but Jamil picks you up, setting you back on the bed with a chuckle. He explains he’s not letting you do that before he then cleans you up himself. Afterwards, Jamil lays right beside you.

In the absolute silence of the desert canyon, away from all of society, Jamil speaks in a low, sleepy purr that is entirely stripped of his usual sarcasm or guarded tone.

As you drift off to sleep, he gently presses his lips to the back of your shoulder, tracing the platinum wedding ring on your finger with his thumb. "I never thought I'd get to have something just for myself.”

He whispers in the dark, his voice thick with raw emotion. "Thank you. For choosing me. For being here."

Kalim Al Asim ⚜️:

Everyone knows how much Kalim Al Asim likes a party. Therefore, there was no surprise when everyone in the Scalding Sands and every student at Night Raven was invited to your wedding.

To put it simply, your wedding was a global spectacle. Kalim refused to let anyone be excluded, so the festivities lasted nearly all weekend. Never once did he leave you on your own though, he doted on your every need leading up to the main ceremony.

Once the festivities were over, you and Kalim left for your honeymoon immediately. He got permission to take the Asim family magic carpet, and the two of you rode on it all the way to your honeymoon destination: The Silk Terrace.

This palace oasis had been owned by the Asim’s for many generations. Kalim may love a good party, but he wanted to give you his full undivided attention, which was possible at the estate.

The heavy, gold-leafed doors of the bridal suite click closed, finally shutting out the rest of the world. Kalim takes off his heavy, gem-crusted ceremonial turban, running a hand through his white hair with a soft, happy sigh. He turns to look at you, his crimson eyes practically sparkling in the candlelight.

His eyes scan your elegant bridal clothing. All he can think about is how he hasn’t seen anything more beautiful than you right now.

"We're finally married," Kalim whispers, a massive, brilliant smile breaking across his face. He walks over to you, his hands—now adorning a heavy gold wedding band along with the rest of his gold jewelry- gently caress your face.

"I've been waiting for this moment all day. My beautiful wife. I'm the luckiest guy in the world."  Kalim pecks your lips with a giggle before running his hands along your body, feeling the soft silk of your wedding outfit.

You wrap your arms around Kalim’s neck, dragging his head down to connect his lips to yours. Kalim eagerly kisses you back, slipping his tongue into your mouth as his hands slide to your back, fiddling with the zipper.

He doesn't rush, pausing to press soft, eager kisses to your shoulders and neck. Every time you shiver, he laughs softly against your skin, pulling you closer.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a lower, breathless register. "I want to make sure you feel like a queen tonight." 

You giggle as you run your hands through his short hair.

“You already make me feel like that, silly.” Kalim smiles in response before whirling you around, setting you on the bed. You stare up at him in shock, but his normal smile just remains on his face as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

His hands begin to wander around your body as he leans down, pressing his lips to your flushed skin.

"You're so warm... ah, your skin feels amazing against mine. I've been waiting for this all day." Kalim mutters against your skin as he kisses along your collarbone. You whimper as your hands fly to his hair, tugging gently as he nibbles on your skin.

“K-Kalim.. please… need you.” You whine out as he sucks a particular dark spot onto your neck. He looks up with a grin.

“Huh? Where at, baby?” Kalim cocks his head as he runs a hand down your body. You grab his hand and set it right over your aching pussy. As his fingers graze over where you need him most, you moan out, resulting in Kalim groaning before quickly slipping a hand under your clothes.

His index finger swipes through your dripping heat, the cool metal of his rings make you moan out as you throw your head back on the bed. Kalim quickly sinks his index finger in, slowly pulling it in and out of you.

“More… I need more..” You whisper to him as your hips begin to roll in rhythm with his finger. Kalim happily obliges, sliding in two more fingers. He continues to pump them into you until your walls tighten around his three digits.

“Are you going to come, habibi?” Kalim questions as he looks up at you. You nod desperately as you gush around his fingers. Your husband stares at you with pure wonder before pulling his fingers out.

He leans down, immediately kissing you desperately. As Kalim’s body hovers over yours, the two of you begin to grind against each other. You can feel Kalim’s erection begun to poke through his pants as he kisses you like there’s no tomorrow.

Once you two part for air, Kalim heaves from being out of breath as he fumbles with his pants. You immediately reach up, helping him take out his aching cock. In return, Kalim helps shimmy your clothes off you. He groans the second he scans your full body.

“Habibi… oh sevens.” The young heir continues to stare at you. Feeling self conscious, you wrap your arms around yourself as a blush floods your face. Kalim gently grabs your hands before looking into your eyes.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

As if a wire had snapped inside of you, you are kissing Kalim passionately while guiding his hard cock to your entrance. He slowly begins to push in, watching your face as you become accustomed to his length.

Once his cock is fully inside of you, he waits a second, allowing both of you to adjust.

"Ah... gods, you feel so good. You're so soft and tight around me, it's making my head spin." Kalim groans as he begins to slowly rut into you. As pleasure washes over the both of you, you near your climaxes together.

Your walls tighten around his cock as he slides back into you, and he simply cannot keep a constant rhythm anymore. When you reached your own climax, you came around Kalim’s cock with a loud moan of his name. Thrusting into you messily, Kalim reaches his own high, babbling about how good it feels to stuff his cum deep inside of you.

He collapses on you as he begins to come down from his peak. Since he’s extremely pussy drunk, he presses small heated kisses all over your body. Once he finally pulls out, he makes it his mission to finger the combination of your fluids back in.

The second you both are cleaned up, Kalim clings to you like a hyper-affectionate cuddle bug. He will let out soft, happy chuckles against your skin, his crimson eyes wide and sparkling in the moonlight. 

"I can't believe we're finally married,"  He beams, his voice thick with sleep and absolute adoration. "You look so pretty right now... you're entirely my wife, and I'm the luckiest guy in the world!"

You giggle softly before pecking his cheek. The two of you curl up together, slowly dozing off.

Vil Schoenheit 👑:

For the past few months, all your fiancé has been doing is preparing for your wedding. In Vil’s mind, the wedding of Vil Schoenheit and his muse could be nothing less than the event of the century. Your wedding took place at a lovely venue completely closed off from the paparazzi as Vil insisted on making the day all about you two.

In fact, Vil refuses to let anyone else design your attire. Every stitch, bead, and fold of your wedding garment is crafted by his own hands over months of tireless, secret work. Overall, the celebration is a whirlwind of high society elegance, but Vil never lets you drift more than an arm's length away.

While the wedding was of the utmost elegance, Vil chose a more simple honeymoon destination. He knew of a secluded estate tucked deep into a private valley and immediately knew it was the place.

The moment the heavy wooden doors of your private chateau click shut, locking the rest of the world out, the poised celebrity slips away. What remains is a fiercely possessive, exhausted, and deeply enamored husband. He drops the travel bags onto the floor with a rare lack of concern for order, his focus instantly narrowing down to you.

He walks over to you slowly, his amethyst eyes dark and intense. He doesn't say a word at first; he simply traps you between his arms against the heavy oak door, leaning his forehead against yours just to breathe you in.

"Finally," he murmurs, his velvety voice rougher and lower than usual. His hands slide up from your waist to cup your face, his thumbs gently wiping away the remnants of the day's stress from your temples. "No cameras. No managers. No adoring crowds. Just my wife.”

Before anything else, Vil insists on taking care of you, transforming his usual meticulous beauty standards into an act of deep devotion. He guides you to a massive, freestanding marble tub already steaming with warm water infused with his custom essential oils.

With immense patience, he helps you out of your elaborate wedding attire, treating your body like the most precious artifact in existence. He sits behind you in the water, taking a brush to gently work through your hair, untangling the elaborate styling from the ceremony.

His long, elegant fingers massage your scalp and shoulders, working out every ounce of tension until you are completely pliable against his chest. When the bath is over, he wraps you in a plush, silk robe that matches his own, lifting you effortlessly into his arms to carry you to the bedroom.

His long, elegant fingers slide beneath the lapels of your silk robe, slowly parting the fabric to expose the bare skin of your shoulders. His touch is light, almost reverent, as if he is unwrapping the single most valuable thing he has ever owned.

You reach up to touch his chest, your fingers unbuttoning the remaining silk ties of his own robe. Underneath, his heart is hammering wildly against his ribs. It is a thrilling contrast—the untouchable queen of the silver screen, completely undone and breathless just from being near you.

He leans down, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just beneath your ear, sending a fierce shiver straight down your spine. "No more performances," he murmurs, his velvety voice dropping into a low, raspy register that vibrates against your skin. "No more masks. Look at me. See exactly who you belong to."

He kisses your jawline, your throat, and the dip of your collarbone, his mouth hot and demanding. His hands slide down to grip your waist, his long fingers pressing firmly into your hips to pull your body flush against his.

You run your fingers through Vil’s hair as he continues his ‘assault’ on your neck. Your hands explore his body from below his robe and you begin to slowly pump his cock to full attention. Your husband chuckles against your skin once he feels this.

“Eager for me to fuck you?” He asks in that smooth tone of his. You nod immediately, just wanting the ache between your thighs to be satisfied. He smiles before grabbing his erection from your smaller hands.

“I suppose I shall indulge this for you, my fairest one.” Without further ado, Vil lines himself up with your entrance and slides right in.

Vil reaches up and captures your hands, pinning them gently but firmly against the velvet pillows beside your head. He laces his long, elegant fingers through yours, forcing the matching purple diamond wedding bands on your fingers to click together—a tangible, glittering reminder of the eternal vows you made only hours before.

His pace starts off agonizingly slow, his movements heavy and unhurried as he ensures your body acclimates to his size and heat. Once he feels you relax and open up completely beneath him, his pace shifts. The slow luxury turns into a deep, rhythmic, and intoxicating tide of passion.

Unable to hold on much longer, you moan out Vil’s name as you beg him to keep going. Of course he obeys as he continues hammering it you as you come around him. The feeling of your walls tightening brings Vil to his own climax as he lets out a graceful groan of your name before coming inside of you.

After assuring you are well, Vil pulls out, immediately making sure to clean you up. Once he got back into his comfortable robe, he carried you to the bathroom, insisting you still do your skincare routines together even on your honeymoon.

The two of you cuddle up beside one another, content with the silence that fills the room. You fall asleep to the feeling of his lips pressed softly against the crown of your head, both of you completely exhausted, deeply content, and irrevocably bound together as husband and wife.

Idia Shroud 🖥️:

If Idia had his way, you two would have had a Discord web-marriage with automated paperwork, but since he is the head of the massive, ancient Shroud family, a tiny physical ceremony is the ultimate compromise.

Aside from the officiant, the physical headcount is strictly limited. Ortho is the Best Man (and the entire wedding planning committee). Your side gets one or two of your absolute closest friends and Grim!

To satisfy the ancient Shroud family elders and elite Board members, Ortho sets up a highly encrypted, one-way livestream. The guests are all muted, their cameras are off, and their icons are minimized on a small floating screen. Idia treats them like Twitch viewers—completely ignored.

Idia glances at the security monitors showing the livestream has successfully ended. He slumps back into a plush gaming chair, loosening his tie with a massive sigh of relief.

He pulls you straight down onto his lap, burying his face in your shoulder. "We survived the boss fight," he whispers, his blue flames warming your skin as a genuine, relaxed smile finally hits his face. "Pack the bags. Let's get out of here and go.”

For your honeymoon, Idia has bypassed all the traditional romantic hotspots and bought out a high-tech, ultra-luxurious private island villa in a completely restricted zone.

The moment the heavy security doors lock automatically behind you, Idia lets out the loudest, most dramatic sigh of relief in his entire life. He rips off his formal Shroud family tuxedo jacket and tosses it onto the floor.

Idia looks at you standing there in your wedding attire, and his breath hitches. He’s spent years admiring you from behind screens or with a stuttering voice, but the golden ring on your finger changes his code entirely.

Regardless of how badly he wants to touch you, you step up to him first, wrapping your arms around his neck. Idia sucks in a breath as he marvels at how incredible your touch feels.

"I-I'm going to ruin it," he mumbles, his voice cracking slightly as he refuses to look you in the eye. "My stats for this are literally zero. What if I touch you wrong? What if I'm too clumsy? You’re... you're perfect, and I’m just an absolute basement-dwelling NPC who managed to glitch into the best endgame route."

He wants to hold you so badly it hurts, but his arms are locked at his sides. Every time his fingers twitch toward the hem of your silk robe, he pulls his hand back.

"Hey," you whisper softly, offering him a reassuring smile. You take both of his trembling hands in yours and slowly guide them to your waist. The moment his long, pale fingers make contact with your skin through the smooth silk, a ragged, breathless gasp hitches in his throat.

You lean forward, pressing your lips softly against his, breaking through his mental firewall with a tender, unhurried kiss.

With you guiding the rhythm of the kiss, Idia's frantic breathing begins to steady, his panic slowly melting into a heavy, intoxicating focus.

You slide your hands up his chest, gently pushing him backward until his tall, lean frame is resting against the plush pillows.

After breaking the kiss, you dip your hand into his robe, searching for his cock. You climb over him, settling yourself comfortably over his lap as you begin to stroke his half-hard cock. Your husband rests his head on the pillows as he whimpers out your name. You look at him lovingly, nodding as you continue to rub him off.

You slowly untie your robe, gently taking one of Idia’s hands, guiding it to your chest. His cold hand gropes your chest hesitantly before squeezing a bit harder. You nod desperately as you continue to stroke his cock while he caresses your tits.

Finally, you sit upward before sinking down onto his cock. Once you are fully on him, you run your hands along his chest, waiting patiently for him to give you the okay. This takes a moment as Idia is currently a blushing, whimpering mess as your walls squeeze around him.

Finally, he gives you a curt nod. You slowly ease off his cock before sitting back down on it. As you begin to set a rhythm, Idia’s hands find their way to your hips, slowly helping you bounce up and down on his cock.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” You purr seductively as he throws his head back with a groan. After you slam your hips down into his one last time, Idia whimpers out your name as he comes.

His fluid floods your pussy as you continue to bob up and down on his cock. His hands find your chest as he begins to toy with your nipples. You nod desperately as you use Idia to chase your own high.

Luckily for you, your husband has read nearly a dozen hentai. He used that knowledge to hesitately fidget with your clit and chest. Before you can even register what’s happening, your whole vision turns white as you come on Idia’s cock.

Once the two of you had calmed down, you slowly pulled off of Idia’s softening dick. He lets out a content sigh before carefully spooning you. In all honesty, you are shocked. In all your time dating Idia, he rarely started physical contact. The two of you relax for a second then he speaks in a stuttering, silent voice.

"Hey..." he murmurs into the dark, his voice a low, raspy rumble against the back of your neck. "You really just... did that. You carried the entire party through the final boss fight. I was literally glitching out, and you just overrode my entire system... Thank you. For real. You're too good for an NPC like me."

You look up at him, tilting his head to meet yours.

“Don’t say that about yourself. There’s no one else I would rather be with, Idia. If anything you’re too cool for me.” You laugh as you wrap your arms around him tight. Idia turns bright red before patting your back awkwardly, still getting used to physical touch.

“Y-Yeah yeah… Just never be anyone else’s player two, okay? You’re accounted for now..”

Malleus Draconia 🐉:

For centuries, Malleus lived as an untouchable, isolated entity feared by the world. But growing into his full power as King only made his devotion to his human spouse more terrifyingly beautiful.

The moment the ancient, iron doors of his private chambers seal shut, his royal composure fractures. His draconic instincts—possessive, fiercely protective, and deeply starved for your touch—take absolute control.

Malleus has bypassed modern resorts, bringing you to a hidden, ancestral castle perched atop a misty cliff in the most secluded region of the Valley of Thorns.

You stand there in your wedding attire, and Malleus’s breath catches. He stalks across the room, his towering frame casting a massive shadow over you. He traps you against the carved stone wall, his large, claw-tipped hands resting on either side of your head.

"For a human, a lifetime is but a blink of an eye," he rasps, his voice dangerously low, vibrating straight through your chest. He reaches out, his cool fingers tracing your jawline down to the golden ring on your finger. "Yet you chose to bind your fleeting breath to my eternal one.”

When he lifts you effortlessly and lays you back onto the dark fur blankets, his ancient magic charges the very air, making your skin tingle with static electricity.

Malleus shifts his heavy, powerful frame completely between your thighs. He reaches up, pinning your hands gently but firmly to the pillows. His large hands completely engulf yours, forcing your matching wedding bands to lock together.

You whine out his name as you beg him to touch you. The fae slowly strips you of your formal clothing then does the same for himself.

He presses his hips down, sliding into you with a slow, agonizingly deep, and majestic luxury. He refuses to let you look away from his glowing eyes. As you adjust to his enormous length, you grab hold of his hand, squeezing as he continues to push into you.

"Cry out my name," he groans, a low, draconic purr rattling in his throat as his breath burns hot against your neck. "Let the entire valley know who you belong to. You are my treasure. My mate. Mine to protect, mine to ruin, mine for eternity."

Malleus knows how difficult it would be for a mortal to take his cock, so he sits completely still as you continue to cry out his name. Your husband runs his hand slowly down your body until he reaches the bulge forming in your lower stomach.

A heavy, rumbling purr vibrates violently through his chest, shaking against your ribs. "Look at how beautifully your fragile body accommodates my nature," he groans, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register that is entirely unscripted. "You were made for me, my treasure. Every single inch of you was designed to take all that I am."

Since a moment had passed, Malleus slowly begins to pull out of you before sinking back in. He keeps a close eye on your facial expressions in order to set his tempo accordingly. You grab his hand, squeezing his larger one with your smaller one as he begins to fuck you.

Overall, the momentum Malleus has and the way his cock bangs into your sweet spot makes you come in a matter of seconds. His hands stroke your hair lovingly as you come down from your third high. All you are now is a trembling mess as you beg him to keep going.

Once Malleus is content with the amount of cum stuffed inside of you, he pulls out of you. He presses a small kiss to your stuffed mound before looking back up at your flushed out face.

“My love…” He whispers. “…So good for me...Let it pool inside you. I love you.”

You giggle softly before reaching up, pulling him down into a small kiss. The two of you cuddle close together as you rub small circles on his bare chest. Malleus stares down at you with a love struck expression. When you finally fall asleep, he presses a small kiss to your forehead before pulling the covers of you.

“Good night, my dear wife. Tomorrow shall be a brand new day with you by my side, now and forever.”

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HIIIII IM ALIVE EVERYONE! I sincerely apologize, I recently started my first ever job! I also haven’t been feeling the best so writing has been difficult :( I promise I’m working on all my requests and I’m so so happy to see you all still enjoying my work! Nothing makes me happier than seeing you guys happy!

Thank you all for the support and I love you all so so much! More than Kalim which is a statement hehe

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At first, it was unnoticeable. . that subtle heat in his lower stomach, getting warmer and warmer with every passing second. It’s like Jack’s senses were heightened further; the scent of you, the touch of you, the sight of you has become dangerously intoxicating. Watching you closely with sharp eyes, he’s practically salivating. . but not from hunger, well . . perhaps a different type of hunger. 

It’s already early spring, Jack’s heat tends to regularly appear during spring or summer. Ooh. . so that’s what why that 

noticeable ache in his abdomen and the desire for you wholly has begun to appear. He’s going through his rut.

“Nngh. .” Jack huffs out through ragged breaths and breathless groans, the firm grip on your hips tightens ever so slightly when you squirm.

God. . how long has it been since Jack pounced on you— keeping you stuck in the mating press before manhandling you onto your knees and hands. You are moaning weakly into the sheets, the only thing keeping you from collapsing onto the bedsheets below was your dear boyfriend’s grip on your waist. . keeping you propped up for him to pound his cum into your velvety walls. With a whiney voice, you loudly moan out his name— sobbing when he presses you against the sheets, leaving to nibble at your already marked up neck. 

With each push of his hips, thick cock plunging deep into your raw pussy, his thick cum pours from your sensitive cunt. . staining the mess fabric below. Desperately, Jack slowly drags his tongue against the skin of your neck. . groaning in delight at the taste of you against his tongue, sweet and inviting. 

“Haah—! . . ohgodd, J- jack!” You gulp out, eyes rolling back with a deep and rough thrust into your gooey walls.

Your walls quiver and spasm around Jack’s length tightly, you are soo close to cumming for the nth time— overstimulation starts to bite at your flesh. You tremble violently, squealing in ecstasy as your sopping cunt squeezes around his length, squirting onto the messy sheets. Fat tears roll down your cheek from your intense orgasm, whimpering softly when Jack kisses at your shoulder— the sweetness completely contradicts those rough and mean thrust he gives.

“Mmhp. . fu- fuck, soo warm” he grumbles against your marked skin, heavy balls slapping at your puffy clit.

“Y- you feel —nngh. . wonderful, sevens—“ Jack grits out through clenched teeth, hesitating leaning in to bite at your shoulder— eventually giving into his instincts to mark you further. 

You let out a loud yelp of his name, eyes rolling back so far when Jack’s knot swells up against your glistening folds. It presses harder and harder against your cunt until it slips inside with an obscure and loudly wet squealchh.

“Haah—! J- jack!” You sob out, a new batch of tears pouring from your glossy eyes.

He lets out a soft, shaky sigh of pleasure when his knot slips into your warmth— eliciting a loud squeal of a mixture of pleasure and pain from you. Jack slowly kisses at laps at each mark on your neck and shoulder, any spot he could reach is met with delicate affection. He moves you to rest against the bedsheets, cuddling you while his knot is still plugged into your pussy— the chances of you taking his seed increases.

Once Jack’s rut is finally over, he’ll make sure to give you the best aftercare. . but for now, he’ll hold you close to his warm body.

ׅ꒰RUGGIE BUCCHI ୭ ˚

Unlike wolves, hyenas lack a specific date for ruts, rather, the female hyenas ovulate throughout the whole year

Naturally, male hyenas rely on their mate to initiate sex, due to being more submissive than their counterpart

Ruggie could easily smell it on you; that hint of spice, sour, and sweetness scent that lingers on your body. . it’s enticing. You must be ovulating, it’s the only explanation for you being so bothered and desperate at the same time. Beastmen have a better sense of smell. . they can smell certain fumes better than a regular person, for example, he knows exactly when you fingered yourself.

That tasty sweet smell on your skin is slightly subtle but still bold enough, you must have done it early ago. Ooh, Ruggie is truly desperate for a taste of you. . but his biology clearly states that the male must wait for the female to initiate sex, unless they’d like to be bitten. 

“Oooh. . fuck-! Ru- ruggie” you gasp out loudly, body trembling when he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking tightly. 

Ruggie has his hands sprawled on the inside of your plush thighs—keeping you pried apart, giving him enough time to drag his tongue through your slick folds. He’s completely drunk off the taste of your arousal, mindlessly moaning into your cunt and lapping at your pussy. . tongue smearing through your fat folds, parting them apart with each lick.

“Mmhp. .” Ruggie whimpers into your cunt, sighing when you drag your fingers through his hair, ears flattening against his hair. 

He is a wet mess, chin and mouth soaked and glistening from your sticky juices, lips swollen from how long been buried agaisnt your sopping pussy. Ruggie is shameless, lips sucking loudly onto your engorged clit— even moaning and whimpering when he suckles onto your clit, causing the perfect amount of vibrations to course through your body, ripping out another orgasm from your exhausted body. 

“H- haaah. . can’t ta- take it anymore. .!” You drool out, throwing your head back when he plunges his tongue into your quivering hole. 

Your velvety walls flutter around his tongue, gasping when he stretches your walls out by fixing his tongue into you. Your body is throbbing soo much from the pleasure, it aches in the best possible way. Your legs struggle to stay open and you don’t have to worry about it, Ruggie is easily keeping you wiiide open like you’re paying him for it.

Again, you drag your nails against his scalp, tugging on his scalp tenderly, bucking your hips. An intense shiver courses through your spine when Ruggie flattens his tongue at your spasming hole, dragging the wet muscle all the way to your buzzing bud. 

“Nngh—! Mmhp, baby. .” You mewl out, hips shakily trembling, lightly squirming from the pleasure. 

Ruggie’s grip on your thigh tightened, silently asking if you can stay still while he feats on what you give him. 

“Mmhp. . n- noo. .” He murmurs against your sticky pussy, a thin string of arousal connected between his lips and your cunt.

“D-don’t squirm from me. . need more of youu” Ruggie finishes, dipping his tongue back into your hole. . nose pressing against your clit. 

Your jaw drops, eyes roll back, your grip tightens on his hair. You let out a breathless moan of his name, gushing around his tongue, feeding his hungry mouth for the nth time of tonight. And Ruggie is there to catch every drop, loudly dragging his lips through your pussy folds. 

“Nngh. . n- no more. . please” you pant on, pushing at his forehead. 

“N- noo. . prefect, pl- please. .” He protested, resting his cheek against your thigh, pouting at you.

“Just one more. .” Ruggie says, grinning mischievously when you nod your head.

You know it wouldn’t be just one more, but how could you ever think of denying Ruggie when he gives you those eyes? Sure, you’ll be jelly-boned once he’s done it’s you. . but that’s a later concern!

ׅ꒰LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ୭ ˚

Similar to hyenas, male lions don’t actually have a specific season in which a rut can appear, in reality, lions can mate throughout the whole year but a rut can be triggered by the female’s heat

Lions are quite territorial of their mate, sometimes becoming rougher with the intent of leaving their mark. . awfully similar to Leona

The second you stepped into Savanclaw, Leona almost immediately woke up from his little nap— keen scents picking up at the distant and subtle yet sweet scent of you. He is patiently awaiting your arrival in his room while pretending to be asleep. . although the wild flicks of his tail give away his facade— in reality, he’s eagerly waiting for his dear prey to finally barge into his room. And when you do. . that spicy, musky, intense, sweet smell of you, practically radiating off your skin, invades his senses. . oooh, you’ve got him hooked just by your scent. 

“Haaah. . nngh! C- can’t take it anymoree!” You squeal out loudly into the sweat-soaked pillow, voice muffled by the soft fabric, fat tears rolling down the curve of your cheek.

You are drooling and gasping into the sheets, mindlessly gasping out your boyfriend’s name. Your body and skin tingles, a mixture of sensitivity and overstimulation. . it aches in one of the best ways possible. Leona had already reduced you into a whimpering and whining mess; thick fingers plunging deep into your quivering hole, massaging against your velvety walls as his rough tongue drags along the swollen length of your clit. . the perfect amount of pressure to have you bucking needily. 

With each mean thrust of his thick, barbed cock back into your raw, leaking, puffy cunt has a copious amount of cum pouring from your stretched hole, staining the mattress beneath your slick body further. His tongue drags roughly against the warm, marked skin of your neck, canines finding their spot on your flesh— there’s bite marks all along your neck, some on your chest, some on your thighs, there’s even some bruises indented onto your hip and thighs. It’s clear to every student, beastmen and human, that you are only Leona’s mate.

“Leonaa! L- Leona. .” You mewl out loudly, back arching further into the bed. . swollen nipples grinding against the fabric— you squirm lightly from the onslaught of pleasure.

“C’mon, herbivore. . say my name” Leona grunts out between groans of pleasure, hips snapping into yours.

“Fu- fuck. . Leona!” You sob out, whining when his grip on your hips tightens where you squirm away from his touch. 

“Again” he groans out between ragged breaths, teeth finding your neck once again, leaving his mark.

His tail curls around your thighs lightly as Leona nuzzles deeper into your neck, suckling lewdly at your skin. Your eyes roll back, an intense tremble courses through your body as you gush around his barbed cock for the nth time.

“Mmhp—! F- fuck! Ngh, Leona!” You wail out loudly, walls swallowing and squeezing tightly around his length.

He groans out your name into the sweaty skin, hips firmly flushed against your body— cock bobbing and twitching painfully, buried to the hilt of your pussy. Thick ropes of cum shoots into your white covered walls, causing globs of cum to seep around his thick base.

“Haah. . n- noo more. .” You say in a breathless and rough voice, gasping when he snaps his hips back into yours.

“C’mon, herbivore. . s- surely you’re not exhausted just from this” Leona says in that prideful and arrogant tone, you can practically imagine that smirk on his face.

However, you are wayy too fucked out to give a snarky comment back— simply melting into the sheets as his skin slaps against yours with a wet plap.

ׅ‧˚꒰♡ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ All work belongs to only me, @/yuuna-iridescent-scales!! Translating, plagiarism, copying, posting on another website, claiming as your work will not be tolerated, instant block ᶻ Z Z

ׅᛝ AUTHOR NOTE ! ׁ ׅ ᶻ Wooow. . my first smut fic on this blogദ്ദി/ᐠ｡‸｡ᐟ\ originally, I was going to add the octotrio in this post but decided I would make a separate post(ᵕ—ᴗ—). I actually wasn’t expecting 300+ people to enjoy my first fic(..◜ᴗ◝..). I’m totally not exploding rn.. one of my fav twst writes followed me back omlomloml

NSFW

i mentioned he probably has an oral fixation. that originates in the bedroom, when he realizes how much he likes sucking on your soft skin, sensitive little nipples, and weeping pussy

don’t be surprised when the next morning, you’re covered in dark bites and hickeys, your boyfriend next to you with a smug grin

he gets so lost in the sauce. whether his face is buried between your legs, lapping your pussy up like it’s his last meal, or relentlessly thrusting his cock as deep as he can, he always feels like he just needs more

when it’s the general mating season for morays, and you yawn or do something that would constitute your mouth being opened widely, he gets so hard

expect him to drag you to the nearest private area and plow into your soaked cunt

he once had a dream where he chased you through the water, then once he finally caught you he wrapped his long tail around you so you couldn’t move as he fucked himself into you. he wishes that dream would become a reality at some point

as much as he likes being in control of the pace, he loves when you’re on top, riding him mercilessly as you chase after your own pleasure

he’s so mean to your clit :( will harshly nip or slap the sensitive little bud, loving the way you yelp in pain and pleasure

he only does that because he knows exactly how you like your clit to be touched. he knows you like when he uses three fingers to rub in tight circles rather than just two. he knows when to speed up and slow down, when to add or subtract pressure

whenever you guys have sex, 99% of the time it’s at ramshackle. he shares a room with his twin brother for sevens sake, plus ramshackle had better “acoustics,” as he likes to say

he’s open to a lot of sexual ideas, such as positions or new things to try. he feels that if he’s gonna do it with anyone, it should be you

“Now, if you ever visit us again, I do wish you would have a few… children with you.”

Georgina's voice was clear through the phone as she continued on to nag on her son about having children. The teasing tone behind it was obvious, and yet, it didn't feel like she was joking around. Floyd has gotten nonstop requests from his mother about finally starting a family, and honestly, it began to bother him. Just because Jade already has kids doesn't mean he has to as well!

Her words began turning into white noise as the merman zoned out. He really wished he didn't pick up her call. However, his attention snapped at the sound of the bathroom door opening. His gaze followed your body, covered in a light teal towel, with water still dripping off you. Floyd quietly eyed up as he licked his lips.

It didn't take long for you to notice that he was on the phone. You could faintly hear a familiar voice coming from it. “Oh? Floyd, is that your mom?” You approached him as you spoke, curious as to why she was calling so suddenly.

“Yeah, wanna talk to her?”

He extended his hand towards you, silently telling you to entertain his mother instead of him. “Oh dear, is your wife there?” Georgina's muffled voice was filled with excitement that it made you wonder what they were talking about before.

You bent your body to grab his phone, the towel slipping down slightly to reveal more of your chest. This didn't go unnoticed by Floyd, eyes widening slightly before smiling lazily. “On second thought, maybe later.”

Without even saying goodbye to his mother, he quickly ended the call and tossed his phone somewhere on the couch. He quickly stood up, wrapping his arms around your waist before leaning down to press a searing kiss on your lips.

It happened a little too quickly for you, making you unable to process everything. The moment it registered that his lips were on yours, you gently pushed him to scold him for his behavior. He shouldn't have abruptly ended the call with his mother! That was rude!

However, your protests died on his lips as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed your body, groping whatever flesh he could take a hold of. Floyd began walking slowly as his fingers played with the towel, trying to pry off you. Soon enough, your back hit the wall, trapping you and making you unable to escape the merman.

As much as you wanted to scold him, it was hard not to melt into his touch. The merman knew your body better than you ever did—bringing you to new heights of pleasure you never knew. His hands swiftly removed the towel, letting it fall to the ground, as his finger traced along the exposed flesh.

Floyd broke off the kiss, only to start trailing down your neck. His fingers reached your core, tapping on it lightly to see the effect he had on you. “Aha… already wet for me.” A teasing grin spread on his face as two of his fingers thrust inside you. The sudden intrusion had you biting your lip, not wanting to be loud despite being the only one in the living room.

As he felt the tightness on his fingers, an idea popped inside his idea. His mother has been nagging him about it, so why not try now?

“Whaddya say to having kids? I'll fill you up real good…”

His words were barely coherent in your mind—kids? Why ask now of all times? Well, you weren't exactly against it… but it felt too soon. Not to mention you were still on birth control!

“Floyd, I—mmph! I don't think I can get preg—ah, fuc..”

“Sure ya can, I heard there's something for it!”

Floyd remembered his mother's words about pushing on the pelvis—most folks said that the chances of getting pregnant increased whenever you do it. Might as well put it to the test!

Without a warning, the merman pulled out his fingers and quickly took ahold of your thighs. He hoisted you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist. “Wha—Floyd?!” You tried to protest once more; however, the sudden feeling of his cock entering you had you moaning instead.

He didn't waste any time and began to thrust forcefully into you, gripping your waist as he snapped his hips against yours. Your hands scrambled to find something to hold on to, eventually holding on to his shoulder as your back rested against the walls.

You could practically feel him in your stomach. Floyd was beyond average, and it wasn't an easy feat to take him; however, you gradually got used to it. This time, the position made it feel like he was deeper inside you, as if penetrating your cervix.

“Slow do—fuck! Flo-floyd, please…”

Seriously, what has gotten into him? He was already eager whenever you had sex, but he seemed frenzied this time!

The merman didn't hear your words; instead, he let his thumbs lightly press against your pelvis before pressing harder. The pressure had you squirming, legs kicking into the air as he pressed harder. It didn't feel like you were in control of your body anymore as the pleasure consumed you.

“Mm, fuck… doing so good for me, I'll fill you up till this belly swells, yeah?”

The filth behind his words only added to your pleasure, nails digging into his skin as his cock continued to drill into you. In a daze, you noticed his pace slowing down, pulling out until only the tip was in, then slowly pushing it back inside you.

Before you could question him, his hand completely pressed down on your pelvis and then thrust back in harshly. The combination had you screaming and shaking, a clear liquid squirting out of you and coating his cock. The sudden tightness around him made Floyd hiss, his own orgasm following yours. His hips didn't stop thrusting, making sure every last drop was inside you.

The merman carefully lets you down, turning your body so your hands can support you. It didn't register to you that Floyd has bent your body just so he could watch his cum drip out of your pussy. His fingers trailed along the white coating your folds before roughly pushing two of his fingers inside.

“That ain't enough, you know… Yer tummy's still flat.”

he’s so calm, suave, and confident through the beginning, kissing you deeply, marking your neck with trails of hickeys, teasing your nipples, slipping his fingers into your tight pussy

he’s working you open so gently, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples as his fingers press into you, massaging every ring of muscle in your entrance until he curls them into the little spongey spot that makes your cunt clench and vision go white

his thumb ghosts over your clit as he pulls away, messily licking up the layer of your slick covering his fingers

he kisses you deeply again, reaching to undo his belt, only to fumble with the buckle before pulling away to rid himself of his pants

he leans in to kiss you quickly, but sloppier than usual, before you have a moment to see him

he mutters into the kiss, nervously, getting your full consent before he moves closer, his warmth filling the air around you

after a moment, you feel his tip press to your folds, immediately twitching as his eyes squeeze closed and a whimper escapes his throat

a red blush spreads across his face as his precum leaks onto your dripping core, his dick only moments away from from slipping inside

before you can question his reaction, he’s pressed between your folds again, his tip now slightly pressing into your heat

this time, his whines are mixed with yours, as he stretches you beyond anything his or your fingers have done before

he’s twitching, groans slipping past his lips as he feels you clench so tight around him

you’d known he’d be big, given his height and all, but you didn’t think it’d be like this. you especially didn’t think he’d be so sensitive to every flutter, clench, and touch of your pussy, with his moans echoing freely into the room

the stretch makes your eyes roll back as he pushes further inside, forcing you open more than any toy ever has

he’s prodding at your cervix before you can breathe, stuttering and moaning about how he’s so close, that he’s trying so hard to hold back

his calm, even slightly joking tone is gone, now replaced by a needy, sensitive interior as his fat cock splits you open

his resolve starts to break, his hips rutting into you shallowly before you’ve even somewhat adjusted to his thick cock

his hands leave little marks on your hips from where he’s been gripping you so tight

the feeling is so new, the agonizing, extreme stretch as his tip presses harshly against your cervix, sending a jolt through your body as he desperately tries to fit more inside you

he’s rutting into you now, controlling himself as much as he can as his orgasm continues to move closer, and he’s sure copious amounts of thick precum are smearing against your sensitive walls

the stretch finally begins to feel good, then really good, and, all of a sudden, you’re moaning out for him to move, pussy clenching once more, now with need

a whine leaves trey’s throat as he pull his hips back, the friction making his thick, fat cock, twitch, and moans spilling from him as he buries his face into your neck, your hands gripping his shoulders

and, to punctuate his first thrust, his cum floods your pussy, his orgasm washing over him as he feels you around him, his sensitivity making his twitch and throb inside you

he doesn’t stop, even despite the quick overstimulation and messy cum leaking out around him

his whines almost overtake your moans, as his hips fuck into you quickly, moving as fast as he could muster, pounding into your most sensitive spots.

his accuracy with his fingers clearly translates when he’s dick-deep inside you, the feeling of his swollen, leaking tip bruising your sweet spot, with his cum flooding your precious pussy, your orgasm building quickly

he bullies all of his cock inside you, pressing the bounds of your pussy, making you feel all of him as he fucks you so desperately, twitching and leaking, overstimulated and all

he begs you to cum, to squeeze around him just one more time, to ruin him and his sensitive cock

your clit throbs, entirely neglected. you snake your arm in front of you to rub little circles around the bud, running your finger over where you both connect, feeling the ring of cum as it leaves your pussy

trey shudders, the feeling of your fingertip over that spot almost driving him to a second orgasm

the sounds of sex continue to fill the room as you press down hard on your clit, eagerly chasing your orgasm

the feeling builds, more intense that you’ve ever felt before, so different from your own experiences with your fingers or vibrator

the feeling of his cum on your clit as you touch your self, combined with his desperate, rough thrusts, finally snaps the tight knot in your stomach, and you clench hard, spraying your own cum onto trey’s pelvis, smearing with his release from before

with your climax, trey’s spills over once again, triggered by the feeling of you squirting on his dick, like a desperate, messy, chain reaction as you both collapse fully into the bed, still pressed together

cum drips between you as trey practically whimpers from his second high, with only small, watery spurts of cum escaping his very swollen tip

he’s wrecked from his orgasm, eyes barely open as he looks at you, moving from your eyes to your kiss-swollen lips, down your body, to the prominent bulge in your lower belly

his eyes snap open, a hand moving to ghost over the vague outline of his cock in your slightly distended stomach. he’s shocked that he can see himself printed into you, and realizing just how much he must’ve cum for this beautiful pudge to appear around the bulge he’s created

when you look down, the sight can’t help but make you clench quickly, both in shock and arousal at how big he is to bulge out even when your pussy is full of cum

a final whine escapes his lips before trey laughs quietly. he’s clearly bashful about his size and how sensitive he is, but, based on the state of the sheets, it doesn’t look like you mind

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a/n: there’s smth i like so much abt trey just having a really thick, fat, and sensitive dick. i just think he’d act so confident and cool giving but he’d cum so easily otherwise. i also think he cums so much, too, so he’d be all nervous but so so sweet, even though even going in halfway is enough for him to cum, maybe even too much :( lmk what yall think, do you agree?? i just think he’d be so pathetic and desperate and i love it…