Warning: 18+, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, different positions, breast play
The door to your shared quarters opened with a soft creak and he stepped inside, shoulders slumped under the weight of more than a month away. Dust and faint scorch marks still clung to his clothes. The blue arrow on his head was smudged. He looked taller somehow, broader through the chest and arms, the lean frame you remembered hardened by constant fighting. His abs showed faintly through the thin fabric of his shirt, rigid and defined. Even his back looked stronger, the lines of muscle clear when he moved.
You rose from the low couch the moment you saw him. He didn’t speak at first. He simply walked straight into you and folded himself around your body, leaning his full weight into the hug. His head dropped to the curve of your neck. A low, sleepy sound left his throat.
“Missed you,” he murmured. His voice was deeper than usual, roughened by exhaustion and the long journey home. The sound alone sent a shiver down your spine.
You wrapped your arms around him and held on, breathing in the familiar scent of wind and warm skin that now carried the sharper edge of battle. Your body craved him instantly—the weight of him, the heat, the simple fact that he was finally here—but you kept your voice calm.
“You’re exhausted,” you said softly. “Come sit. Let me take care of you.”
You guided him to the edge of the bed and made him sit. Your hands found the tight muscles of his shoulders and began to work them, thumbs pressing into the knots along his rigid back. Aang let his head fall forward with a quiet groan. Every so often his breath would catch when your fingers dipped lower along his spine. You could feel the new strength in him, the way his body had changed while he was gone. It only made the ache between your legs worse.
After a long while he straightened and stood. His grey eyes were dark with want, but he still tried to be careful.
“I should sleep,” he said, voice still that deeper, sleepy register. “I’m not… I don’t want to be rough with you when I’m like this.”
He turned his back to leave.
You moved before you could think. Your arms slid around his waist from behind, palms pressing flat against the hard plane of his stomach. His breath hitched hard. You felt him thicken instantly against your hands, the full length of him growing heavy and insistent.
The soft, goofy Aang you knew shifted in that single moment. His posture straightened. When he spoke again his voice was lower, edged with something darker and far more dangerous.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
He unwrapped your arms with careful strength, turned, and lifted your hands to his mouth. He kissed each knuckle slowly, eyes never leaving yours. Then he pulled you in front of him, cupped your face in both large hands, and looked down into your eyes with an intensity that made your knees weak.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, quiet and absolute. “I will give you anything. So now say it.”
Your voice came out barely above a whisper. “I want you.”
The first kiss was soft—almost reverent. Then a low growl rolled out of his chest and the softness vanished. He hauled you against him, one arm locking around your waist, and walked you backward until your shoulders met the wall. His hand slid up to cup the back of your head, protecting you from the impact, while his other hand gripped your thigh and lifted it high around his hip. You felt the hard line of his cock press against your center through both layers of clothing.
He kissed you like he had been starving for a month. Deep, claiming strokes of his tongue, the new deeper voice vibrating against your mouth whenever he groaned. His hips rolled, grinding that thick length against you until you were dripping. His mouth left yours only to trail down the side of your neck, open and hot, leaving slow kisses and the light scrape of teeth.
He carried you to the bed without letting your legs touch the floor and stripped both of you with focused urgency.
He lifted you again, pinning you to the wall with your thighs spread around his waist. One hard thrust seated him to the hilt. The stretch made you cry out. Aang’s forehead dropped to yours for a second, breath shaking, before he started fucking you in deep, powerful strokes. His mouth stayed on your neck the entire time—kissing, sucking, biting gently—while one hand kept your head protected and the other gripped your thigh hard enough to leave marks.
You came hard around him, walls fluttering. He growled into your neck and kept going until he buried himself as deep as possible and spilled inside you with a broken moan of your name.
He carried you to the bed and laid you down, immediately crawling over you. He pushed your knees up and sank back into your still-sensitive cunt in one long thrust. The new angle let him go even deeper. Aang braced himself above you and fucked you with long, rolling strokes, mouth never far from your neck or the hinge of your jaw. Every so often he would capture your lips again in a deep, hungry kiss before returning to the sensitive skin beneath your ear.
You came twice more in that position. Aang followed with a deep groan, grinding in as he filled you again
He rolled so you straddled him. The moment you sank down he sat up, wrapping his arms around your waist, and claimed your mouth in a long, slow kiss. You rode him while he thrust up to meet every drop of your hips, hands roaming your back and sides, mouth alternating between your lips and the side of your neck. His deeper voice kept spilling low praise against your skin—how much he had missed you, how good you felt, how he never wanted to leave again. He leaned down and captured one nipple again, sucking in time with his thrusts, then switched to the other. His free hand kept the neglected breast in constant motion—squeezing, lifting, watching it bounce. His deeper voice kept spilling filthy, sleepy praise against your skin—“so soft… missed the way they feel in my mouth… going to keep you full so they stay this perfect…” When he wasn’t sucking he was kissing the soft undersides, the slopes, the valley between them
Every time you rose and dropped he made sure you felt every inch. You came with his face buried against your neck and his arms locked tight around you.
He flipped you onto your stomach, pulled your hips up, and entered you in one smooth thrust. One of his hands slid under you to cup and squeeze your breasts while the other gripped your hip. His mouth stayed busy on the back of your neck and the tops of your shoulders, leaving wet kisses and soft bites as he fucked you deep and steady. The angle and the constant attention to your neck pulled another long orgasm from you. Aang buried his face against your skin and came hard, hips stuttering as he emptied himself once more.
He pulled you onto your side and slid back into you from behind, one arm under your head, the other draped over your waist. The slower, deeper rhythm let him stay pressed against your back, mouth open against the nape of your neck, kissing and murmuring while he moved. When that wasn’t enough he rolled you beneath him again, then pulled you into his lap so he could stay buried deep while he simply held you and kissed you for long, uninterrupted minutes.
By the time the first light of morning touched the windows you were boneless and thoroughly marked, neck painted with kisses and soft bites, body still fluttering around the last thick pulse of him inside you.
Aang collapsed over you, still half-hard, face tucked against the side of your neck as if he intended to stay there forever. His voice was rough and sleepy again when he spoke.
“I’m not leaving for another month,” he mumbled against your skin. “Maybe longer.”
He pressed one more lingering kiss to the hinge of your jaw and simply stayed there, arms locked around you, the new strength in his broader body holding you close while the sun slowly rose. You carded your fingers through his hair and closed your eyes.
Warning: 18+, multiple rounds, fingering, supernatural, orgasm, p in v, unprotected sex.
The ancient castle loomed on the outskirts of the city, its stone walls heavy with centuries of secrets. You and your friends had decided to explore the abandoned estate for an adrenaline-filled weekend. After hours of wandering through dusty halls and grand ballrooms, you all split up to claim separate rooms for the night.
You chose a grand bedroom on the second floor, its four-poster bed draped in faded velvet. The room was dominated by a massive, gilded painting above the fireplace — a portrait of a man from the 1700s. He was breathtaking. Broad shoulders filled out a dark velvet coat, his posture regal yet sensual. Jet-black hair framed a sharp jaw, and his eyes… those seductive, piercing eyes seemed to follow you no matter where you stood in the room. A faint, knowing smirk played on his full lips.
Taehyung.
The small plaque beneath the frame read simply: *Lord V. Taehyung, 1747.*
You stared at him longer than you should have, feeling strangely drawn to the painting. Shaking it off as exhaustion, you changed into a thin silk nightdress and climbed into the large bed. The castle was eerily quiet except for the distant laughter of your friends. Sleep claimed you quickly.
You didn’t notice when the air grew warmer.
The painting shimmered. Golden light rippled across the canvas as the figure within stepped forward. Taehyung emerged from the frame, solid and impossibly real. His tall, broad-shouldered frame moved with predatory grace. The velvet coat from the painting melted away, leaving him in a loose white shirt and dark trousers that clung to his powerful thighs. His eyes — dark, seductive, and glowing faintly — fixed on your sleeping form.
He approached the bed slowly, drinking in the sight of you. Your silk nightdress had slipped off one shoulder, exposing the soft curve of your breast. The hem had ridden up your thighs, revealing smooth skin.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, voice rich and velvety, carrying the accent of centuries past. “Finally… someone worthy of waking me.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. For a long moment, he simply watched you breathe, his fingers ghosting over your cheek. Then he leaned down, lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck.
A soft kiss. Then another. His warm mouth trailed along your pulse point, sucking gently. You stirred in your sleep, a quiet sigh escaping your lips.
Taehyung smiled against your skin. “Wake for me, little dove.”
Your eyes fluttered open to find a devastatingly handsome man hovering above you. Before you could scream, his large hand covered your mouth gently.
“Shh,” he whispered, golden light flickering in his eyes. “I mean you no harm. I have waited lifetimes for someone like you to awaken me.”
His voice was hypnotic. Fear melted into something hotter as he kissed you — deep, slow, and commanding. His tongue explored your mouth with centuries of pent-up hunger. You moaned into the kiss, hands instinctively rising to grip his broad shoulders.
Taehyung pulled your nightdress down, exposing your breasts. He groaned at the sight, cupping them reverently before sucking one nipple into his hot mouth. His other hand slid between your thighs, finding you already wet.
“So responsive,” he praised, voice husky. “Even in sleep, your body called to me.”
He pushed two thick fingers inside you, curling them expertly while his thumb circled your clit. You arched with a gasp, pleasure building fast under his skilled touch. When you came the first time, trembling around his fingers, Taehyung watched with dark satisfaction.
He shed his clothes, revealing a sculpted body and a long, thick cock already leaking for you. He settled between your spread thighs and pushed inside slowly, savoring every inch.
“Fuck… so tight, so warm,” he groaned, burying himself to the hilt. He fucked you with deep, rolling thrusts, one hand laced with yours while the other pinned your hip. His mouth never left your neck, sucking dark marks into your skin.
You came again with a cry, clenching around him. Taehyung followed with a low, resonant moan, spilling deep inside you.
Taehyung’s eyes darkened with centuries of hunger. He flipped you onto your stomach and pulled your hips up, entering you from behind in one powerful thrust.
“This time I won’t be gentle,” he growled, voice losing its refined edge. His broad chest pressed against your back as he fucked you hard, hips snapping against your ass with wet, filthy sounds.
One hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back while the other rubbed your clit roughly. “You woke the beast in the painting, little dove. Now take everything I give you.”
The roughness made you moan louder. He bit your shoulder, leaving teeth marks as he pounded into you. The old bed creaked violently under the force. You came hard again, soaking his cock. Taehyung snarled and flooded you with a second load, grinding deep to push it further inside.
He carried you to the tall window overlooking the moonlit grounds. Pressing your front against the cool glass, he lifted one of your legs and thrust back inside you from behind.
“Look out there,” he whispered hotly against your ear, fucking you with slow, deep strokes that made your breasts press against the glass. “While your friends sleep, I’m claiming you in this castle that was once mine.”
His hand slipped around to rub your clit as he picked up speed, pounding into you harder. The risk of being seen (even though no one was there) heightened everything. You came again, legs shaking. Taehyung turned you around, lifted you, and fucked you against the window face-to-face, kissing you deeply as he spilled inside you once more.
Back on the bed, Taehyung laid you on your back and hooked your legs over his shoulders. This time he took you slowly, deeply, eyes locked on yours.
“I will return every night you stay in my castle,” he vowed, rolling his hips in a sensual rhythm. “You belong to me now. My eternal muse. My lover.”
His thrusts gradually grew rougher again as passion overtook him. You lost count of how many times you came, body exhausted and glowing with pleasure. Taehyung finally buried himself deep and came with a beautiful, guttural moan, filling you until his seed leaked down your thighs.
As dawn approached, Taehyung held you in his strong arms, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. He kissed your forehead with surprising tenderness.
“When the sun rises, I must return to the painting,” he murmured. “But I will watch over you… and wait for nightfall.”
He pressed one last deep kiss to your lips before stepping back into the canvas, the painting rippling as he became still once more.
You lay there, body aching deliciously, marked inside and out by the man from the painting.
Your friends would never believe what happened in this castle.
And you already knew you’d be sleeping in this room again tonight.
Warning: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, orgasm, p in v
The hidden lagoon had always felt like a secret world. Tucked away behind steep cliffs and dense forest, its crystal-clear waters glowed turquoise even at night. For the past week, you had escaped to this place after sunset, drawn by an unexplainable longing. The quiet beauty of the sea calmed the chaos in your heart.
Tonight, the full moon painted a silver path across the water.
You were sitting on the smooth rocks at the edge when the surface rippled. He emerged slowly, as if the ocean itself was offering him to you.
Jimin.
His silver-blue hair shimmered as water cascaded down his toned shoulders and chest. Small iridescent scales dotted his collarbones and arms, catching the moonlight like jewels. From the waist down, a magnificent tail of deep ocean blue and silver flowed behind him, powerful yet graceful. His dark, gentle eyes met yours with quiet wonder.
“You keep coming back,” he said softly, voice smooth and melodic like distant waves. “I’ve been watching you… hoping you would.”
You didn’t run. Something in his gaze felt safe, even though he was clearly not human.
“I don’t know why,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “I just feel… pulled here. To this place. To you.”
Jimin swam closer until he could rest his arms on the rock beside you. His tail moved lazily in the water, creating soft ripples.
“I’ve been alone for many years,” he confessed, a sad smile touching his lips. “Humans rarely come this far. And when they do… they usually fear me.” He reached out slowly, giving you time to pull away, and gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. “But you… you look at me like I’m not a monster.”
“You’re not,” you whispered, leaning into his cool touch. “You’re beautiful.”
His eyes softened even more. For a long moment, you simply talked — about the sea, about your lonely life on land, about the quiet dreams you both carried. Jimin listened like no one ever had, his tail occasionally brushing against your legs in the shallow water, sending pleasant shivers through you.
Eventually, the pull between you became too strong to ignore.
Jimin cupped your face with both hands. “May I kiss you?” he asked, ever the gentleman.
When you nodded, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was slow, sweet, and full of longing. His mouth was cool at first, then warmed as the kiss deepened. He tasted like salt and moonlight.
He gently pulled you into the water with him, supporting your body effortlessly. Your clothes grew heavy and were slowly peeled away, disappearing into the gentle waves. Skin to scales, you floated together in the warm lagoon.
Jimin held you close, his powerful tail wrapped securely around your legs to keep you afloat. He entered you slowly, eyes locked on yours the entire time. A soft, melodic moan left his lips as he filled you.
“You feel like warmth I’ve never known,” he breathed against your mouth.
He moved with deep, rolling motions, hips rocking in a graceful rhythm that matched the swaying of the water. His arms held you tenderly as he made love to you under the stars. The pleasure built gently until it washed over both of you in soft, shared waves.
Later, he carried you to the smooth rocks and laid you down carefully. This time his movements were a little more urgent, but still full of adoration. He kissed you deeply as he moved inside you, whispering sweet words between each thrust.
“You’re the first person who’s ever made me want to leave the sea,” he confessed softly.
Back in the water, he wrapped you completely in his embrace — tail and arms holding you close as he loved you one final time. The intimacy was overwhelming. His forehead rested against yours, eyes full of emotion as you both reached your peak together.
Afterward, Jimin floated with you in his arms, tail gently swaying to keep you both steady in the calm lagoon. He pressed tender kisses to your forehead, your closed eyelids, and your lips.
“I never believed I could feel this way,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion. “For so long, the ocean was my only home. But now… I want to share it with you. Every night. Every tide.”
You nestled closer to his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart and the soft lapping of the waves.
“Will you come back tomorrow?” he asked, almost shyly, his fingers tracing patterns on your back.
“I will,” you promised, smiling against his cool skin. “Every night.”
Jimin’s tail curled more tightly around you, protective and loving.
“Then I’ll wait for you… my beautiful human. Right here where the sea meets your world.”
Under the glowing moon, wrapped in the arms of the merman who had stolen your heart, you felt truly at peace for the first time in years.
Warning: 18+, supernatural, breeding kink, unprotected sex, p in v, orgasm
The mountain air grew sharper as night fully claimed the peaks, carrying the crisp bite of pine resin, damp earth, and the faint metallic tang of approaching frost. Your legs burned from the long trek, muscles aching pleasantly as you and your friends finally conceded defeat against the descending darkness. The trail down was treacherous—slick rocks waiting to twist ankles, sheer drops hidden in shadow, and the distant howl of wind that sounded too much like wolves.
Tents went up quickly. Laughter and zippers echoed softly as your coupled friends paired off, their shelters filling with hushed giggles, the rustle of sleeping bags, and the low murmurs of lovers reuniting after a hard day. You set up your small solo tent a short distance away, the nylon fabric snapping taut in the breeze. Alone, you crawled inside, the chill of the ground seeping through your sleeping bag as you burrowed in, the faint scent of your own shampoo mixing with the wild outdoors. Exhaustion pulled you under quickly.
A quiet *zip* pierced the silence.
Your eyes snapped open to near-total darkness, heart slamming against your ribs. A massive silhouette filled the narrow entrance—broad shoulders straining the fabric, a towering frame that made the tent feel impossibly small. Two glowing golden eyes pierced the gloom, luminous and feral, like molten honey under moonlight. The air thickened instantly with a new scent: wild pine needles crushed underfoot, warm animal musk, and something darker, spicier—like smoked cedar and raw masculine hunger.
You drew breath to scream.
A huge, veiny hand clamped firmly over your mouth, the rough calluses scraping your soft lips. The weight of his body descended, pinning you helplessly into the sleeping bag. He was *burning* hot, feverish skin radiating through his thin clothes and yours, chasing away the mountain chill. His chest pressed heavy against your breasts, heart pounding like a war drum.
"Calm down, little human," he growled, the voice so deep it vibrated through your bones and settled low in your belly. It was gravel and smoke, velvet-wrapped thunder that sent electric shivers racing down your spine and made your thighs clench involuntarily. "If you scream, I’ll have to kill your friends. I won’t hurt you. Don’t worry."
His breath fanned hot across your cheek, carrying the faint wild taste of forest berries and salt. Those glowing eyes bored into yours, pupils narrowed to slits. Slowly, cautiously, he lifted his hand. You gasped in a shaky breath, tasting the metallic edge of fear and something sweeter—his lingering scent on your lips.
"Who are you?" you whispered.
"Taehyung." His lips curved, revealing the sharp glint of fangs. "Werewolf. This is my territory." He inhaled deeply at the curve of your neck, nose brushing your racing pulse. "And your scent… fuck, it’s driving me insane. Sweet fear, warm skin, and that pretty little arousal already blooming between your thighs."
Heat flooded your face. Before you could protest, he sealed his mouth over yours.
The kiss was devouring—his lips surprisingly soft yet demanding, tongue hot and thick as it swept inside, tasting every corner of you. A low, rumbling growl vibrated from his chest into yours. He tasted like wilderness: dark honey, smoke, and wild masculinity. One massive hand tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back as he deepened the kiss, fangs grazing your lip until a tiny drop of blood bloomed. He groaned at the coppery taste, hips rolling forward so you felt the immense, rigid heat of his cock straining against your stomach.
With a rip of fabric, he tore your shirt open. Cool night air kissed your exposed breasts, nipples tightening instantly. Taehyung’s golden eyes devoured the sight before his scorching mouth latched onto one peak. The wet heat of his tongue, the gentle scrape of teeth, the suction that pulled pleasure straight to your core—it was overwhelming. His other hand kneaded your flesh, rough palm contrasting the softness of your skin. You whimpered, arching into him, fingers digging into the dense muscle of his shoulders.
He worked lower, yanking your pants and underwear down in one fluid motion. The cold air hit your soaked folds, making you shiver. Taehyung’s hot breath ghosted over your pussy as he spread your thighs wide with powerful hands. "So wet already," he murmured, voice husky. "Smells like heaven."
Then his tongue was on you—broad, impossibly hot, and relentless. Long, slow licks from entrance to clit, savoring every drop of your arousal. The wet, obscene sounds filled the tiny tent alongside your broken moans and his hungry growls. Two thick fingers pushed inside you, stretching deliciously, curling against that sensitive spot while his mouth sucked on your clit. The dual sensation—burning heat and perfect pressure—sent you spiraling. You came hard, thighs clamping around his head, a gush of wetness coating his tongue as stars burst behind your eyes.
Taehyung rose, shedding his clothes. Moonlight filtering through the tent fabric painted his body in silver and shadow: broad chest dusted with dark hair, ridged abs, powerful thighs… and his cock. Thick, veined, flushed dark, with a swollen knot already forming at the base. It twitched under your gaze, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
He caged you again, the head of his cock sliding through your slick folds, teasing your entrance. "Eyes on me," he commanded, voice rough. You obeyed, locking onto those glowing golden orbs as he thrust in.
The stretch was intense—burning pleasure as inch after thick inch filled you, pressing against every sensitive nerve. He bottomed out with a guttural groan, hips flush against yours, heavy balls resting against you. "So fucking tight… perfect little mate," he snarled.
Then he moved. Deep, powerful strokes that rocked your entire body. The wet slap of skin on skin, the creak of the tent floor, your mingled moans and his animalistic growls filled the air. Sweat slicked your bodies, his scorching heat making the tent feel like a sauna. He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand while the other gripped your hip hard enough to leave marks. Each thrust dragged against that sweet spot inside you, the knot at his base beginning to catch and swell.
You came again with a cry, walls fluttering and clenching around him. Taehyung roared, hips stuttering as his knot fully inflated, locking him deep inside. Hot, thick pulses of cum flooded you—endless ropes that filled you to overflowing, the pressure exquisite and overwhelming. The knot pulsed rhythmically, grinding against your clit with every tiny shift, prolonging your orgasm until you were shaking and sobbing with pleasure.
He collapsed over you, careful even in his haze, nuzzling into your neck with soft, reverent kisses and licks. His knot kept you tied together, warm and full, while his big hands stroked your sides soothingly. The scent of sex—musk, sweat, and his cum—hung heavy in the confined space.
"You’re mine now," he whispered, voice tender yet possessive, lips brushing your ear. "My mate. I’ll protect you, warm you, fuck you every full moon until you can’t walk." He rolled his hips gently, drawing a fresh moan from you.
The knot eventually softened, but Taehyung showed no sign of leaving. Instead, he pulled out slowly, a thick trickle of his release leaking down your thighs. He flipped you onto your stomach with effortless strength, hands worshipping every inch of your body as he positioned you on all fours.
"Look at you," he breathed, voice reverent. His large palms roamed your back, tracing your spine, cupping the curves of your ass, squeezing the softness of your hips. "So beautiful. Every curve, every tremble… made for me." He leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulders, fangs scraping lightly. "Gonna claim you properly now."
He entered you in one smooth thrust from behind, the new angle making you gasp as he hit even deeper. This position make him cover you completely, his scorching chest pressed to your back, one arm banded around your waist while the other reached around to play with your breasts. His fingers pinched and rolled your nipples, tugging gently then harder, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core with every thrust.
Taehyung’s mouth never left your neck. He kissed, licked, and sucked marks into your skin, then bit down—hard enough to sting, not break skin—right over your pulse as he drove into you. The claiming bite sent a rush of heat through you. "Mine," he growled against your flesh, licking the mark soothingly afterward. "My mate. My little human."
The pace was primal, hips snapping against your ass with wet, filthy sounds. His heavy balls slapped against you, the knot swelling again with every deep stroke. He kept up the body worship, murmuring praises between bites and kisses: "Perfect tits in my hand… so soft… your pussy clenching so greedily around me… smell so fucking good when you’re dripping for me."
You came hard in this position, crying out as your arms gave out and your face pressed into the sleeping bag. Taehyung followed with a deep, guttural howl he muffled against your neck, knot locking you together once more as he filled you even fuller.
Dawn was still hours away. Taehyung gently pulled you on top of him for the next round, but soon flipped you again, worshipping your front this time. He spent long minutes on your breasts—sucking, licking, and gently biting your nipples until they were swollen and hypersensitive, each tug of his mouth making you gush around his fingers. "These are mine to play with," he murmured, golden eyes glowing with lust and affection.
He took you face-to-face again, slow and deep, kissing your neck constantly while his hands explored every dip and curve of your body. Then back to doggy style for the final intense round before sunrise—harder this time, one hand fisting your hair to expose your neck fully as he bit a claiming mark into your shoulder. His other hand stayed on your breasts, rolling your nipples in time with his punishing thrusts until you shattered around him again.
By the time the knot deflated for the last time, the tent was thick with the scent of sex and sweat. You were covered in his bites, bruises, and scent—thoroughly claimed. Taehyung pulled you into his arms, nuzzling your marked neck with soft, loving kisses.
"Stay with me," he murmured, pressing a slow, sweet kiss to your swollen lips. "Or I’ll follow you down the mountain. Either way… you’re mine, little human."
You curled into his burning chest, listening to the steady thunder of his heartbeat, the distant birdsong welcoming the sun, and knew you’d never crave ordinary warmth again.
Warning: 18+, supernatural, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, orgasm, oral
The moon hung high over the old gothic mansion on the outskirts of the city. You had wandered in during a storm, seeking shelter, never expecting to find him.
Jungkook stood in the grand hallway like a shadow come to life. Tall, pale skin glowing under the moonlight filtering through stained glass windows, messy dark hair falling over his forehead. His crimson eyes locked onto you with predatory hunger mixed with something deeper — centuries of loneliness.
“You shouldn’t be here, little human,” he murmured, voice smooth as velvet and dark as midnight. “But now that you are… I don’t think I can let you leave.”
Before you could run, he was in front of you, moving faster than your eyes could follow. He pinned you gently but firmly against the cold marble wall, one hand beside your head. His breath was cool against your neck as he leaned in, lips brushing your pulse point.
“I can hear your heart racing,” he whispered. “Are you afraid… or excited?”
You shivered as his fangs grazed your skin without breaking it. Then he kissed you — slow, deep, and intoxicating. His tongue tasted like dark wine and sin. You melted into him despite the danger, hands fisting his black shirt.
Jungkook groaned softly, lifting you effortlessly and carrying you up the grand staircase to his bedroom. The room was luxurious and dark, dominated by a massive four-poster bed with silk sheets.
He laid you down reverently, but his eyes burned with hunger.
His cold fingers traced your jaw, tilting your head to expose your neck. He leaned in slowly, letting his fangs graze your pulse point without breaking the skin. You shivered, arousal flooding your body.
Jungkook’s control snapped.
He kissed you fiercely, tongue sliding against yours with possessive hunger. His hands moved with supernatural grace — one moment your soaked clothes were intact, the next they were torn away, leaving you completely bare beneath him. He shed his own black shirt.
“You’re so warm,” he groaned against your lips, palming your breasts and rolling your nipples between his fingers. “So alive. It drives me insane.”
He kissed down your body with reverence and greed, sucking bruises into your skin that would last for days. When he reached between your thighs, he spread your legs wide and dragged his tongue slowly through your folds, savoring your taste with a deep, guttural moan.
“Fuck… you’re dripping for me already.”
Two long fingers pushed inside you while his tongue circled your clit with devastating precision. Your back arched off the bed, fingers gripping his dark hair as pleasure built rapidly. He curled his fingers perfectly, sucking on your clit until you came hard on his tongue, thighs trembling around his head.
Jungkook rose above you, lips glistening with your arousal. His crimson eyes burned as he freed his cock — long, thick, and pale, the head already leaking precum. He rubbed it along your soaked slit, teasing your entrance.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly.
Your eyes locked as he pushed inside you in one slow, powerful thrust. The stretch was exquisite. He filled you completely, bottoming out with a low hiss of pleasure, fangs bared.
“So tight… so perfect,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. “You were made for me.”
He started moving — deep, sensual rolls of his hips that made you feel every inch of him. His lean, muscular body moved above you with controlled power, toned back flexing under your nails as you clung to him. One hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wider while the other braced beside your head.
Jungkook kissed you deeply as he fucked you, tongue tasting every moan that left your lips. His pace gradually quickened, thrusts becoming harder, more desperate. The wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mixing with your cries and his low, sinful groans.
He buried his face in your neck, fangs scraping teasingly against your pulse.
“I want to taste you,” he rasped, voice strained with need. “Just a little… please.”
When you tilted your head in consent, he sank his fangs into your neck. The sharp sting melted instantly into overwhelming pleasure. Ecstasy flooded your veins as he drank from you, hips snapping harder, pounding into you with raw hunger. The combination of his bite and his thick cock driving deep inside you pushed you over the edge.
You came hard around him, walls fluttering and squeezing his cock as waves of pleasure crashed through you. Jungkook groaned loudly against your neck, drinking deeply for a few more seconds before sealing the bite with his tongue.
He thrust into you a few more times, then buried himself to the hilt with a broken moan. His cock pulsed as he came, flooding your insides with cool, thick seed. The feeling of him filling you while still buried deep made you shudder in aftershock.
Jungkook collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight. He stayed inside you, arms wrapped tightly around your body as he licked the remaining blood from your neck with gentle strokes of his tongue.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered against your skin, voice hoarse with satisfaction and something deeper. “My warm, beautiful human. I’ll never let you go.”
He kissed you slowly, tasting faintly of blood and sin, as the storm continued to rage outside — two beings, immortal and mortal, tangled together in the dark.
Warning: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, p in v
The cafeteria was dimly lit, the emergency lights casting long shadows across the empty tables. After the chaos of the latest round, everything had exploded. Jun-hee and the others had turned on Kyung-jun, accusing him, cornering him. The fight had been brutal — fists, shouts, betrayal hanging thick in the air. Kyung-jun had fought back like a cornered wolf, but in the end, he retreated here, to the darkest corner of the cafeteria.
He sat on the floor with his back against the wall, knees drawn up, arms resting on them. His head was bowed, shoulders trembling slightly. Silent tears slipped down his cheeks. He wiped them angrily with the back of his hand, hating himself for being weak. No one could see this side of him. Especially not them.
He hadn’t wanted to kill Yoo-joon. It had been fear — pure, suffocating fear in that moment. But no one would believe him now.
The sound of soft footsteps made him tense. He quickly wiped his face again, forcing his usual cold mask back on.
Then he saw you.
You approached slowly, heart aching at the sight of him like this. You knelt right in front of him, your knees touching his sneakers.
“Kyung-jun…” you whispered softly.
He looked up. The moment his eyes met yours, the tough exterior cracked. Those sharp, intimidating eyes turned soft and vulnerable — puppy-like, glistening with unshed tears. Only you ever got to see this version of him.
You reached out and gently cupped his cheek, thumb brushing away a tear track. He leaned into your touch like a man starved for comfort.
Without warning, Kyung-jun grabbed your waist and pulled you forward. You straddled his lap, legs settling on either side of his hips. He buried his face in your chest, arms wrapping tightly around your waist as if you were the only thing keeping him together.
You stroked his hair gently, fingers threading through the messy strands. “It’s okay… I’m here.”
He stayed like that for a long time, breathing you in, letting silent tears soak into your shirt. You didn’t speak. You just held him.
Eventually, he lifted his head, eyes red-rimmed but full of raw emotion as he looked at you.
“I love you,” he whispered, voice hoarse and unsteady. “I fucking love you… so much.”
You smiled softly, still cradling his face. “I know.”
He surged forward, capturing your lips in a deep, desperate kiss. He nibbled on your lower lip, sucking it into his mouth, tasting you like he needed you to survive. You cupped his face with both hands, kissing him back with equal passion. One of his hands gripped your waist firmly while the other slid up to hold the back of your head, tilting it slightly as he deepened the kiss.
When you parted for air, he trailed hot kisses along your jaw, then to your ear, gently nibbling the lobe with his lips and teeth. You shivered, a soft moan escaping you.
He moved lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your neck and across your collarbones. His hand slipped under the hem of your shirt, warm palm gliding up your back, stroking your skin tenderly before trailing down to your waist again. Every touch was possessive yet reverent.
You moaned quietly when his fingers traced your spine. Kyung-jun pulled back slightly, eyes dark with love and desire.
“Show me,” he breathed against your lips. “Show me how much you love me.”
Your fingers moved to the buttons of your shirt. But Kyung-jun’s patience snapped. With a low growl, he ripped the shirt open, buttons scattering across the floor. His eyes drank in the sight of your exposed skin.
You laughed breathlessly and kissed him again, this time slipping your tongue into his mouth. He groaned deeply into the kiss, the sound vibrating through his chest as a small, rare smile tugged at his lips mid-kiss.
His hands roamed your bare back, pulling you closer until your chest pressed against his. He kissed you like he was afraid you’d disappear — deep, hungry, and full of all the emotions he usually hid from the world.
“I don’t care what they think,” he murmured between kisses, lips brushing yours. “As long as you’re with me… I can face anything.”
You cupped his face again, forehead resting against his.
“I’m always with you, Kyung-jun. Always.”
He held you tighter, hands stroking your waist and back as he kissed you again, slower this time — full of love, relief, and quiet promise. In the middle of this nightmare game, in this cold cafeteria corner, the two of you created your own small sanctuary.
Kyung-jun’s breath trembled against your lips as he kissed you again, deeper and more desperate. His hands moved up your back, unclasping your bra with shaky fingers. he pulled it off and tossed it aside, leaving your upper body completely bare for him.
His seductive eyes — sharp, intense, and dangerously alluring — darkened with hunger as they roamed over your chest. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, voice low and rough with emotion.
He leaned in and captured one breast in his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, his tongue swirling around your nipple. His other hand palmed the second breast, squeezing and kneading it with just the right amount of pressure. You arched into him with a soft moan, fingers tangling in his hair.
He lavished attention on your breasts, alternating between them — licking, sucking, and occasionally grazing his teeth over the sensitive peaks. Every touch sent sparks of pleasure through you.
Kyung-jun gently laid you down on the cool cafeteria floor, his lean, muscular body hovering over yours. His school shirt was half-unbuttoned, revealing the defined lines of his toned chest and abs. You ran your hands over his body, feeling the hard muscle beneath warm skin.
Fuck… you feel like home,” he murmured, forehead pressed against yours. His seductive eyes were glassy with emotion as he looked at you. “I’m so scared, you know that? Every round I’m terrified I’m going to lose you. I killed Yoo-joon because I was fucking terrified… not because I wanted to. But no one believes me. No one except you.”
He kissed you passionately as he settled between your legs, pushing your skirt up and removing your panties in one smooth motion. His hand slipped between your thighs, fingers teasing your entrance before sliding inside you.
“Look at me,” he whispered, those killer seductive eyes locking onto yours.
He entered you slowly, filling you completely with his thick length. A low groan escaped his throat as your walls clenched around him. He started moving — deep, sensual thrusts that made you feel every inch. His lean, muscular body moved above you, toned back flexing with each roll of his hips.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. He buried his face in your neck, kissing and sucking marks into your skin while thrusting steadily. “I love you,” he breathed against your ear. “Only you.”
"I don’t deserve you,” he whispered brokenly, hips rolling steadily. “I’m an asshole. I bully people. I push everyone away… but you never gave up on me. Why? Why do you still love me?”
Tears slipped from the corner of his eyes as he thrust deeper. “I love you so much it hurts. If anything happens to you in this game… I don’t think I’ll survive it.”
You cupped his face, wiping his tears. “I love you, Kyung-jun. All of you.”
He groaned, burying his face in your neck as he moved faster, emotions and pleasure mixing together. You came first, clenching around him with a soft cry. He followed moments later, spilling deep inside you while whispering against your skin, “I’m your's...... only your's" with a deep guttural groan, his toned back tensing under your hands.
He didn’t give you much rest. Kyung-jun lifted you effortlessly and carried you to one of the long cafeteria tables. He laid you on your back across the cool surface, standing between your spread legs.
His eyes never left yours — those seductive, intense eyes that made your heart race. He pushed back inside you in one smooth thrust, hands gripping your hips as he started fucking you harder. The table creaked under the force of his thrusts.
You reached up, pulling his shirt completely open so you could admire his lean, muscular torso — the sharp lines of his abs, the way his muscles flexed with every powerful movement. You ran your hands down his toned back, feeling it move and tense as he drove into you.
“Kyung-jun…” you moaned, pulling him down for a kiss.
He kissed you hungrily, one hand bracing on the table while the other played with your breast. His pace was passionate and deep, mixing roughness with overwhelming love. You came again, clenching around him tightly. He groaned your name and filled you once more, hips stuttering as he rode out his release.
Still not satisfied, Kyung-jun pulled you off the table and pressed you against the nearest wall. He lifted one of your legs, hooking it over his hip, and thrust back inside you. The new angle made you gasp.
You talked to Jun-hee for me today,” he panted, forehead pressed to yours. “You defended me even when everyone turned their backs. Do you know what that means to me? No one’s ever done that for me before.”
His seductive eyes were intense, burning with love and vulnerability. “I get jealous when you talk to him… but I never stop you. Because I know you only see him as a friend. And I trust you. I trust you more than anyone in this fucked up world.”
He kissed you passionately, hips snapping forward with deep, possessive strokes.
“Promise me something,” he breathed against your mouth. “No matter what happens in this game… you’ll stay by my side. Even if I’m hated by everyone. Even if I’m a monster. Promise me you’ll still love me.”
His lean, muscular body pinned you to the wall, toned back rippling as he fucked you with deep, possessive strokes. One hand held your thigh while the other cupped your face, thumb brushing your cheek tenderly even as his hips moved roughly.
"I promise,” you moaned, clinging to his shoulders. “I love you, Kyung-jun".
Your words broke something in him. He fucked you harder against the wall, one hand cradling the back of your head protectively while the other gripped your thigh.
“I don’t care what anyone says,” he growled between kisses, seductive eyes burning into yours. “You’re mine. I’m yours. That’s all that matters.”
You clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his back as pleasure overwhelmed you. He kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans while pounding into you against the wall. His free hand slipped between your bodies to rub your clit, pushing you over the edge once more.
You came hard, crying out against his lips. Kyung-jun followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a low, broken moan.
He held you against the wall for a long moment, both of you breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat. Slowly, he lowered your leg but stayed buried inside you, forehead resting against yours.
His seductive eyes softened into that rare, vulnerable gaze only you ever saw.
“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “But I’m never letting you go.”
You smiled, cupping his face and kissing him gently. “You have me, Kyung-jun. Always.”
He carried you back to the corner, sitting down with you still straddling his lap. He wrapped his arms around you protectively, stroking your back as you rested your head on his shoulder.
In the middle of hell, the two of you had found your own piece of heaven.
Summary: It was Halloween night and you were in the old church fulfilling a dare your friends tasked you with. Little did you know you were being watched, and he had been waiting a long time to finally make you his. Now, you were his, and he wasn’t letting you go.
Pairing: Demon Taehyung x Human (witch) Reader
Genre: soulmate au, demon au, bts au, angst, smut
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: bad pranks, demon whispering, spells, rituals gone wrong, prank gone wrong, reader is really a witch, Taehyung is a demonic guardian, dom Taehyung, sub mc, bondage, orgasm denial, praise kink, breeding kink, pretty much just pure smut, pure filth,
Masterlist // Navigation
————————————————–
Six candles stood on the borders of the circle you resided in. The white chalk on the floor marked in an intricate shape as copied from the book in your hands. There was no way this was going to work, and you would be out of this damned house in a matter of minutes, ready to pummel your friends for making you do this as your dare instead of something else, like licking the bottom of your friend’s foot for example.
You had been at your friend, Yeri’s house with a large group of friends, playing games before you all went out for Halloween. You were in the middle of playing truth or dare when you stupidly picked dare. You were told to go into the old church and recreate the ritual that you had been shown in your class. The class was about magic and the occult, and was a huge hit for the youth in your religious small town.
Lighting the last candle, you finished the circle of salt around your body as you placed the book on the floor, looking at everything to see if you got the ritual right. When you had everything confirmed, you stood tall, book in your hand again as you moved to read the small inscription underneath one of the diagrams.
Synopsis: In order to secure the throne, you must be successful in negotiating with a neighboring kingdom, seeing as you are on the brink of war. This also means a good relationship with the royal family, which you are eager to have, but you end up closer to the prince than you would have thought.
Pairing: Vampire prince Taehyung x human princess reader
Word count: 10,138
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Smut, impreg, childbirth, mentions of blood and blood sucking/ drinking
Summary: As a hunter you’ve had many run ins with the demon V, who enjoys playing with you by leaving a trail of bloody bodies, fights, and flirting. You swear to take down the demon, but what happens when there’s more to him than meets the eye?
Written for the BTS Ghostie Writers Bingo Bash. Prompt: Demon!AU
A/N: Thanks @rougebangtan for beta reading and supporting me while I was writing this fic. It was a crazy ride, thanks for dealing with me. She also made this lovely banner for me! Maria really is the best 💜 The original creator of the gif couldn’t be located but their watermark was left intact.
Don’t think too much, just bust that quick. Or whatever those lyrics say.
— Pairing; Lee Minho | Lee Know x Reader
— Rating; E for Explicit
— Author’s Note; I’m unwell. Minho’s fat ass cock is always staring at me and I need to be lobotomized because of it. Also, @skzms and @hyunsvngs are to blame (indirectly).
— Warnings; frottage/dry humping, pretty much enemies to lovers, big dick!lino, lino’s stupid fat bulge, reader’s insane, hate speech (it’s mild, reader just tells lino she hates him all the time lol), banter, crushes disguised as loathing, lino gets blue balled a little (he’s a lil into it), lino is stern, reader is a brat!, uhm, i think that’s all!
“I hate you.”
Minho’s only mildly offended. You don’t look nearly as menacing as you’re probably hoping for. In fact, Minho thinks the furrow between your brows and the downturn of your mouth is rather cute. You look more like a sulky toddler who’s upset to find out that Daddy was right about the tooth fairy. Only, Minho’s definitely not your father, though he can’t say he’d be any bit turned off if your pretty lips fixed themselves to call him Daddy.
“I hate you and your stupid, big, fat cock,” you whimper, grinding your hips down angrily. “Are you even hard? Why’s it so fucking big?”
“I don’t know,” he answers honestly, hands gripping your hips to help steady you into a rhythm. “It’s just the cock I was born with, princess.”
“I-Is it hard?” You ask, voice small. “M-Min.”
He feels his cock jump where it’s chubbed up, hardening steadily beneath the heat of your cunt. He wants to be nonchalant about it all, but you’re warm and whiny, all up in his space and forcing him to take notice. You hate him, huh? You have one hell of a way of showing it.
“It’s half mast right now, but if you keep moaning my name like that, I’m gonna be full grown before you know it.”
“Fuck,” you gasp, gripping into his broad shoulders. Your nails dig into his skin through the cotton of his tee and Minho wishes he were naked so he could wear your scratches pridefully.
“It’s so unfair! S-Such a big cock gone to waste.”
Minho snorts, choking on his own spit when you bounce on his bulge, glaring at him. You come down roughly and something about it sends electricity up Minho’s spine. You’re looking at him like he’s the worst human being alive, like he isn’t letting you grind your pussy all over him like a cat in heat despite the scathing words you speak at him. If he was fucking you for real, he’d have flipped you onto your back a long time ago. He would have buried his dick so deep in your guts that you’d feel him in your throat, unable to speak because it’d feel like his tip was nudging your uvula. Alas, he’s maintaining some semblance of control, respecting your disdain for him by letting you have your fun.
“You talk a lot of shit for someone who’s trying to fuck me through my clothes,” he says, eyes turned downward, trained on the wet spot you’re making on his sweats. “Also, it’s a dick, not a po-go stick.”
“Shut up,” you cry, rolling your bottom lip into your mouth when his bulge stimulates your clit just right. Your skin is hot with embarrassment. “I can’t come if you’re talking; your voice is turning me off.”
That’s a real bold face lie if he’s ever heard one. Minho can feel your pussy clenching through the layers separating the two of you. That tiny hole of yours spasms every time he opens his mouth; how are you gonna tell him that his voice does nothing for you? You’re fucking stubborn, he thinks, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. You’re such a damn brat, and boy does he salivate at the thought of putting you in your place.
He’s sporting a full erection by now, cock hard and aching against the heat of you. You shiver and grind down hard, rutting your swollen, achy clit against the thickness between his thighs. You hate that you know you’re going to come like this, quick and desperate in your enemy’s lap like some horny teenager.
“I—,” you hiccup, wet eyes staring into his own, “I’m n-not letting you f-fuck me,” you stammer, rolling your hips.
He aches with frustration, but he respects it nonetheless. Minho is a man of honor, even if his thoughts are criminal.
“I know,” he laments, brown eyes glued to you. He doesn’t want to miss it when you come undone. “I’m just a means to an end, princess. Use my cock however you need.”
“God, I hate you,” you say, but the watery sob that follows says differently.
Honestly, if he were a more delusional man, he’d say you were well on your way to being in love with him. Why else would you have fixated on his cock? Why else would you be humping and grinding on him like a wanton whore, babbling to yourself about how big his dick is? The sounds you make have him gritting his teeth, the ache is his jaw the only thing keeping him from latching onto your skin and marking you up. You look so pretty this way, sat upon his cock like you are. Minho’s not sure he’s ever wanted a woman so badly.
The closing of your eyes drives him feral, a growl working its way through his chest and up out of his esophagus. He’s not in control of himself when he wraps a hand in your hair, fucking his hips up right as you’re grinding down. Your eyes snap open and a warbling noise passes your lips, and Minho can’t help but pin you with his stare.
“Eyes on me,” he sneers, snapping his hips up, bulge pressing heavily against your clit. “If you’re going to get off on my cock, you better fucking look at me while you do it.”
“Minho,” you whine, blinking up at him in a daze, “I-I’m—“
“Yeah,” he breathes, dark eyes holding you hostage. “Come on it; go ahead. Be a good girl for once.”
The moment you shudder apart is the moment Minho feels his entire DNA sequence being rewritten down to the atoms. You squeal, high pitched and breathy, a wobbly sigh of his name that makes him feel raw and frayed at the edges. Lee Minho is not one to get caught up, especially with girls who claim to hate his guts. There’s certainly a first time for everything though, and he thinks that this might be the start of a beautifully horribly disastrous fling.
“Messy girl,” he teases, staring down between your bodies. “You’ve ruined my pants.”
“Shut up! You’re such a pig.”
You slide off his lap with a groan, righting your skirt and wobbling on shaky legs. He laughs, big palms warm against your hips as he steadies you. You glare, but it holds none of the heat you want it to. Especially when your eyes are quick to the mess you made, watching his dick twitch and dribble under your gaze, making the mess more prominent. Minho smirks, using his muscles to make it bob without touching it.
“I can fuck you real good, you know,” he says, low in his throat. “Show you what big dick is really all about.”
You blink, and blink again, lip caught between your teeth. It’s a bad idea. Fucking Lee Minho is a really, no good, rotten, terrible idea. You hate him, he hates you. On the flip side, dick like that only comes around once in a lifetime and you’d be a fool to let it slip through your fingers.
“You can’t come inside me,” you blurt out as agreement, “And this gets out to no one.”
“Sure,” he answers, giddy but honest, “Whatever you say, princess. Your pussy, your rules.”
“Good,” you nod, stalling.
Minho rolls his eyes. So much all that bravado you had ten minutes ago. That’s okay though, Minho’s sure he knows how to handle you now.
“C’mon,” he says, standing and grabbing your hand. “You’re gonna want to be in a bed when I finally blow your back out, but don’t worry! Foreplay first!”
“You make it sound so sleazy,” you groan, feeling your cunt drip in your panties.
Minho’s responding laugh is loud and ugly and you still hate him. A voice in your head that sounds way too much like Felix telling you that this a bad idea.
Theme: pwp, smut, suggestive (Dub-con, but not really)
Summary:
"I made something that'll love me
Even with my faults
Fell in love with the machine
Fell in love with you".
Minors Do Not Interact!
Warnings: SMUT, PWP, NSFW, DUB-CON (Not really, just read it), unprotected sex (be safe), creampie.
Masterlist (1) (2) | Patreon
A/N: You might have questions, just read it, you will understand.
They say creations immortalize creators.
But you don’t know whether that stands true in your case or not - because your creation is not meant for the world to see. It’s for your and your eyes only.
V stands there, smiling his mechanical smile at you. His smile is too real, too bright to be a couple of codes running behind it.
You are proud of your creation - your guilty pleasure.
V has only one purpose - to love you, regardless of the person you are, regardless of your sins. He will not leave you behind, unlike Taehyung. And that’s what makes him different from your other creations, makes him one of a kind.
“You are home” V’s smile grows. You don’t know if you are finally going crazy or your machine’s boxy smile really looks real now.
That was one of the few things you couldn’t perfect. Even though Namjoon provided you with the best artificial electronic skin, the boxy smile always fell short. It never really reached his eye and it disappointed you until you decided to accept it.
But while you worked at the lab, V stayed at your home, perfecting his smile while watching Taehyung’s videos and pictures, too eager to please you.
The hard work paid off - his smile looks perfect now.
“Did you work on your smile today?” you walk closer to him, inspecting his face, his perfectly clear fake skin. “What’s the success rate?”
“99.99%” V replies, putting one of his mechanical arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him.
“What-”
“I want you, Y/N.” V demands, making goosebumps spread through the entirety of your body.
This is not new. When you said V is not only your creation but also your guilty pleasure, you meant it.
He must be a machine, there are wires inside of his metal body instead of veins, codes run through those wires instead of blood - but it serves the purpose.
V touches you and only you - he kisses you like you are the only person on this earth. His thrusts are no less than a human’s. Although the rhythm is weird at times but you can compromise that much.
When Taehyung left you behind, broke up with you without offering an explanation - you thought you would find someone better, that you deserve someone better.
But there is no guarantee that what Taehyung did to you, will not be repeated by someone else. The thought of getting to know someone, falling for them only to be left behind, scared you shitless.
So, you decided to put your skill at work. You designed V, gave him Taehyung’s face, his voice, his height, his skin - every little detail. You refined him to love him, to adore, to see nothing but you.
Giving the machine everything Taehyung has, and making him much better than the orginal - you took your revenge.
You have mostly been successful - apart from the minor inconsistencies that need time to be perfected.
For now though, V loves you more than Taehyung ever did. He makes love to you as effortlessly as he can. Although he hasn’t managed to pull an orgasm out of you yet, you believe he will be successful in one of these days.
V doesn’t kiss you - not because he doesn’t know how to but because his mouth is dry, given the fact that you couldn’t replicate saliva formulation. That was just impossible, even for you. You are a mere scientist after all - not God.
Taehyung throws you on the bed rather harshly but the rough treatment after a particularly hard day feels incredible to your hungry body.
With that dazzling smile, he climbs on the bed and starts stripping you off.
Once you are lying naked on the bed, he rolls his eyes from your head to toe, eyes getting stuck at the tiny hairy patch above your folds. “Fuck. so pretty! As always.” he licks his lips and his lips glisten. You frown at that but before you can question him anything, he places his thumb flat on your slit and pulls it apart, revealing your clit.
He starts drawing slow circles with his thumb, you feel your pussy starting to leak already. A whine leaves through your lips as he puts a finger inside your hole. One of his large hands grabs both of your wrists and pins those above your head.
This is the first time he is acting in such a way. You let him take the lead usually, but he doesn’t know how to be dominating properly just yet. Something had changed in him while you were away.
Maybe the ML interface updated on its own. You did set it on auto-update, you recall.
While you are still running scientific equations in your mind, V enters another finger in your hole.
“You’re still so tight, baby!” he groans.
“V ahh” you moan. He scissors his fingers and then curls them hitting that one spot that gets you shivering.
“Y-yes, right there!” your eyes roll back in pleasure. Only Taehyung knew how to reach that spot.
Pleasure and pride flood through your body. V is getting more and more perfect in pleasuring you everyday.
The coil in your stomach starts tightening and you get closer to your climax.
“Are you close?” he asks, voice sounding so hoarse. There’s no way he can sound like this.
“Y-yes. But-” he presses on the spot one last time, ripping a powerful orgasm out of you.
Your mind is full of fog, your chest heaving up and down like you have run a marathon. This is the most powerful orgasm you have had after your break up with Taehyung.
You are about to ask him a few questions, ask him how he learned these but again you get interrupted.
V starts spreading your legs apart. With some difficulty, you hoist your head up to see him lining his cock on your entrance. At first he pushes the tip in.
“V” you call him but he doesn’t respond. With another push, he puts his entire cock in.
Fuck! He is so warm!! How did he-
“Can I start moving?”
“Wait-” you adjust him inside you, “move”.
V starts rocking his hips. He starts slowly as usual but takes up the pace faster than ever.
The bed starts creaking violently with his force. Each thrust is more powerful than the last one. Your moans, V’s grunts, and the skin slapping sounds are everything you can hear right now. Something drops on your belly - a drop of sweat most probably. But V can’t sweat.
Your eyes shot open.
“How are- how can you sweat-”
V hits that spot with the tip of his cock, your words get cut short in the middle. Rather a thunderous moan leaves your lips, “taehyung-”
Fuck! You just called the wrong name. Thank god, V is a machine and won’t mind-
“That’s right, baby, call my name,” he says.
“What- fuck! I’m cumming.” the second orgasm rips out of you. Whenever you want V to stop, you just command him. This is how things work between him and the machine.
But tonight, something is different. Before you can ask him to stop, he leans down and whispers in your ear, hot breath touching your skin, “a little more. I am close too.”
“What- no! Who are you-”
V places his hot wet mouth on yours, kissing you like a man starved.
Taehyung! The cogs of your brain start working. This is Taehyung. But the pleasure is too much, too real to ignore, to protest.
He keeps fucking you like a animal but soon his rythym wears out. Within a minute more, he spills inside you.
His hot disposal spills out of your cunt as he pulls out his dick.
Dread fills your veins.
“What are you doing here?” your breath is still labored but this conversation is needed.
“I am back baby.” Taehyung lays on top of yours, his sweaty body touching your naked one through the thin material of his tshirt.
“Where is V?” tears prickle at the corner of your eyes.
“The machine is gone, baby.” Taehyung laughs evilly, eyes crinkling with pure joy.
Yoriichi x reader x Michikatsu smut (because I've been craving some of that)
(Btw, this is my first time writing smut so it'll probably be quite bad)
MDNI
(This is a modern AU where the reader, Michikatsu and Yoriichi are in a polygamy relationship)
Michikatsu and Yoriichi glance up at you as you enter the room. Having just finished showering, your bathrobe clinging loosely to your body, and your skin was still a little damp. Nothing you thought would stimulate any kind of response. However, you're two lovers have a tendency to be a bit...perverted at times. Their eyes bore into you as you proceeded to brush your hair.
Michikatsu was in agony. The simple thought of knowing you where naked in the room next door set a heat throughout his body. A desperate craving he had to satisfy.
His brother wasn't much better. Yoriichi's arousal spiked as soon as he saw your almost bare body exit the bathroom, dirty images filling his mind as he watched you.
You ran your fingers through your hair as you finished brushing it, the strands flowing silkiny through your finger. As you placed the brush back on your desk, you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you in a warm embrace. You lent back into Yoriichi touch as he nuzzled his face into yiur hair, inhaling deeply as he did so.
"You're beautiful, "he muttered, his hands trailing a light path up you arms.
Warms coated your face at his words, to nervous to disagree, to flustered to answer.
Yoriichi stared to place gebtle kisses along your neck, his hands trailing a feather-light path down your arms. Michikatsu mived to stand infront of you, his hands cupping your face as he pulled you in for a desperate kiss. His lips moulded against yours in a kiss both soft and searing. Both gentle and rough.
As your wrapped your arms around Michikatsu's neck, Yoriichi's kisses started to gradually turn rougher, his lips leaving faint marks in his wake, causing you to moan into his brother's mouth.
Michikatsu's tongue brushes against yours, gis hands trailing up your thighs.
"M-Michi..." the heat that had begun brewing in your core intensified at his touch.
"Relax, beautiful," his voice rough with desire. "We'll look after you."
"P-please..." the simple plea, the simple world fulled their desires even further, your consent breaking the rest their restraint.
Michikatsu slid his hand further up your thigh as Yoriichi started pulling at your robe, desperate to rid you of it.
As the fabric pooled at your ankles, Yoriichi's hands slowly began to massage your breasts. Tease your nipples. Your back arched from the pleasure.
Michikatsu couldn't wait any longer. He thrusted two fingers up, inside your wet cunt, memorizing each moan you made as he did so.
"Mmm. Ngh!"
Whilst continuing to support you, Yoriichi placed his lips around one of your perky nipples, swirling his tongue around it. You gripped onto his Yukata, moaning loudly at the constant stimulation. Michikatsu's rough thrusts with his fingers. Yoriichi sucking on your nipple, playing with your soft tits.
Michikatsu thumb then began to roughly flick your clit, making your body twitch, and writhe from each jolt of pleasure. You clenched tightly around Michikatsu's fingers, throwing your head back onto Yoriichi's shoulder.
"That's it, baby," Yoriichi groaned into your ear. "Cum for us."
Nothing else needed to be said, as you immediately released onto Michikatsu's hand, crying out loudly in yiur orgasmic bliss. Michikatsu's thrusts continued until you rode out your orgasm, when he slowly removed his fingers, a stream of your juices running down then. He licked his fingers clean, groaning at the taste.
As he picked you up, Yoriichi turned your head to kiss you. Gentler than his brother, but still just as arousing, the way his tongue flicked against yours.
He positioned you above him, kneelng on all fours as he layed underneath you. You felt the bed shift, and Michikatsu's presence behind you.
Yoriichi kissed you softly again as he sliwly slid his cock into your cunt, swallowing your moans as he did so. He thrusted slow at first giving you a small time to adjust.
Your eyes shot open again as you felt Michikatsu push his cock into your ass. You pulled back from Yoriichi's passionate kiss to catch your breath.
"Fuck! Michu...Yori..." your moans fulled their thrusts as they began to fuck you harder.
Kisses where placed all over your body, but you where unable to determine who's they where. All you could focus in where the thrusts from the two men you loved. You craved.
"Nugh! H-Harder..."
Michikatsu's voice responded to your please with a simple "beg for it," spanking your ass as he did so.
Moans where all you could muster atthis point, the two cocks pounding into you making thinking feel impossible.
Yoriichi was more merciful than his twin and rubbed your clit, helping you to newr your end.
"F-Fuck! I-I'm gonna c-cum!"
You clenched them both tightly as you did just that, them pulling out before following you over the edge, painting your back and stomach with their cum.
As you collapsed onto Yoriichi, weak and exhausted, he wrapped his arms protectively around you, stroking you hair as your breathing calmed down. Michikatsu sat on the other side of you, massaging your legs.
"Did we go to hard, my dear?" Yoriichi spoke, a calm and gentle tone in his voice.
"No. No i liked it. A lot actually. I'd want to do it again."
The twins smirked, and Michikatsu gebtly pushed open her thighs.
❝ sexual content # creampie # breeding # mentions of fertilization # marking # praise # petnames # fluff # unprotected sex # dom!yoriichi x sub!reader ❞
“i can tell you’re liking this baby . . . a whole bunch.” yoriichi moaned as he harshly thrusted up into you, molding your walls into the shape of his cock for future sexual moments like this one, branding your pussy as his own. both of his arms were wrapped around your waist and his feet were planted into the mattress, leaving a slight dent in the mattress itself.
his heavy balls were being slapped against your ass at an outstanding speed as he drilled his cock into you. his pace never faltered, but he did lack the sight of your face. his own was buried into the crook of your neck, leaving love bites all over the soft platform in order to mark you as his.
his hips created a rhythm that was suitable for you both. your juices dripped down from the base of his cock and slithered down to his balls, creating more slick and rendering it more convenient for him to slide in and out of you.
yoriichi’s long locks were being tugged by your dainty hands, finding something to ground yourself to escape from his ruthless thrusts. “you’re so p-perfect . . . y’know that? hmm pretty girl?” he inquired during his thrusts, making them more rougher after his question.
it was hard for you to respond to his praise, you knew yoriichi was never the one for degradation or making you feel bad about yourself. he was always about praise and making you feel more high about yourself. he knows how self conscious you can be and he wants to adjust to that lifestyle, especially with you. he wants to live out his lifetime with you, but in order for him to do that, he must adjust to your doings first.
he must understand your likes and dislikes during soft moments and intimate ones. he must understand you as a human being and not just an everyday object. he must treat you like an absolute goddess and not some worn down object waiting to be fixed, and to its dismay, broken down again. in his eyes you are his, he must treat you with absolute respect. he must treat you like a goddess.
that’s why when he stills himself inside of you and cums deep inside to the point where his sperm is spreading into your womb, swimming its way to your unfertilized egg, you don’t tell him to stop. it’s not because you’re too tired or anything, or you’re worn out from all the ruthless fucking you’ve been doing for the past who knows how many hours. it’s because you love him, and he knows that. that’s why he came inside of you. he knows that you wanted to be bred by him sooner or later. he knows this had been boiling inside of both you and him for quite some while.
yoriichi knows everything about you, because he treats you so well. he listens to your every request. he listens to everything, even when you think he’s not listening. yoriichi tsugikuni swears to himself that he will treat you like an absolute goddess. he swears on his life he will. on his own, precious life.
Summary: Female reader is Kyojuro Rengoku’s Tsuguko. Little does she know, there is more involved in being the Tsuguko to a long line of Flame Hashira than what meets the eye.
Oneshot!
Shinjuro Rengoku x Female reader / Kyojuro Rengoku x Female reader
Word count~ 3.9k
Warnings: Cursing, Sex, Smut, Threesome
Intended audience: 18+, minors scroll on by
A/N: All characters in this story are of age. 18+, all individuals participating in adult sexual activity are of legal age.
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the characters or details of the animation/manga Demon Slayer; I also own no rights to any illustrations used. All rights reserved to the originator. However any fics posted on this account are my own original ideas/stories/content. Please don’t repost any of my work as your own.
You look up at the sky, chest heaving, body flush against the dust dirt ground as you attempt to catch your breath after hours of combat training with your master. Your face is flushed, skin drenched in sweat and your uniform littered in small tears and large splotches of dirt. You internally flinch at the inevitable scolding you’ll get from the Kakushi as this is the third uniform that needed mending this week alone.
Your eyelids are heavy with exhaustion as you continue to observe the crisp outline of the slow-moving clouds above, sun beaming brightly as the earth continues its unceremonious spin on its axis.
Your body lay there limp as your chest slowly falls into a somewhat normal rhythmic hum of total concentration breathing, a form of breathing you had mastered in replacement of non-combatant breathing.
The environmental scene above you is interrupted by a friendly yet striking face smiling down at you, finger poking at the center of your forehead.
“You spend too much time in here. With practice, your body will be able to move fluidly without distraction of the mind! Keep at it, little flame!” The vibrant Hashira says jubilantly.
Your eyes widen slightly, a nervous blush flushing your face even more. “U-uh, RIGHT!” you exclaim nervously, taking the hand outstretched in your direction.
Your skin flutters at the contact. Although he is only helping you off the ground, you find an immense amount of comfort and warmth in his touch.
You stand and give a slight bow in thanks for the helping hand, brushing some of the dirt off of your uniform skirt.
“Why don’t you come in for some water before you turn in for the night. I’m sure Senjuro would like to say hello as well.” Kyojuro says with a knowing gaze in your direction.
You stand confused by the look, uncertain of what he’s getting at. You and Senjuro are friends, with a respect for each other that is expected between a prospective Hashira and their master’s younger brother.
You hesitate to walk inside, gaping at your master with a nervous expression. He notices and his expression softens with understanding.
“Don’t worry, he is likely sleeping off whatever stupor he’s in at this hour.”
You nod, grateful for the reassurance. Kyojuro knew you weren’t a fan of his tyrant father and did what he could to avoid any unpleasant happenstance between you and the former Hashira.
You walk inside the enormous estate with its lavish carpets on polished chocolate hardwood, elegant archways, and ornate furnishings. Although you knew that the Rengoku family was beyond well off in the financial department, it always amazed you just how regal the inside of the property was.
You’re rarely on this side of the estate, especially since becoming the flame Hashira’s Tsuguko and being given your own quarters on the enormous property. This side of the vast estate was reserved for the Rengoku family alone, and you were fortunate enough to be granted access to a fairly large piece of the land on the other side. Being the Flame Hashira’s only Tsuguko had its perks, but also had its downsides as you were committed to obligatory training every day you weren’t assigned to a mission.
See, the Rengoku family had been in crisis given the former Hashira’s early retirement and unwillingness to teach his eldest son, who fortunately was gifted enough to teach himself, however there was worry that there would be no one left to continue the Flame Hashira legacy given that young Senjuro had forfeited his destiny as a swordsman. Then you came. You had your own backstory, your own reasons for becoming a swordsman. You beat all the odds that were stacked against you as a young woman and Kyojuro saw immense potential in you. And so you were taken under his wing with the promise to become the next Flame Hashira.
Little did you know, there were another set of eyes on you for different reasons. There was a lot more to being a descendent of Flame Hashiras than you could possibly wrap your mind around.
You follow behind Master Rengoku past massive rooms with expensive designs and long hallways lined with custom rugs to a wash room made of all marble and glass with decorative linens the color of crimson. You assume the space is designated for guests as all the toiletries were packaged new.
“I thought I was coming in for some water?”
Kyojuro smiles down at you, “Yes! But I figured you might want to freshen up. Your uniform is ruined and those cuts on your legs will get infected if dirt sits in them too long! Feel free to check the cabinets for some fresh clothing. I will meet you in the lounge room with some water, you are free to do as you please for the rest of the day. Great work today, little flame!”
You look down at your dirt-ridden body, figuring he was right. You give a slight bow, “You’re probably right, Master. Thank you! I will be swift.”
He nods in your direction, “Take your time.”
You step into the spacious washroom and slide the door closed. You walk to the marbletop counter and hesitantly glance at your reflection. It isn’t as bad as you expected, but still a stark contrast from how you started the day.
You pull your hair out of its sloppy bun and slowly peel out of your battered uniform. You turn the faucet to the shower to a warm setting, letting the water run before gently stepping into the elegant space. You allow your body to relax in the warm spray, shoulders visibly dropping, dirt and other evidence of your vigorous training regime rinsing from your hair and running down the curve of your back, past your buttocks and down the drain.
You reach to open the boxed vanilla-scented soap and unfold the neatly pressed crimson washcloth to begin ridding your body of the first half of the day.
As you prepare to lather for a second wash, you hear the door slide open. Your body freezes in place, wondering how someone could have ignored the obvious sounds of someone in the shower. “Hello! Occupied!” You call out, your body recoiling into itself in an attempt to cover your completely nude form behind the thin shower curtain.
“I figure I should be saying that, considering there is an unknown intruder in my home.”
You scream, frightened by the sudden exposure of the curtain to the shower ripping open and the anger-ridden face of Shinjuro Rengoku staring down at your nude form. You cover yourself with your hands instinctively, only managing to barely cover your nipples and pubic area, body contorting in an attempt to shield your most vulnerable parts from the burly man whose eyes seem to bore into you.
He shares the exact same physical features as both of his sons, bright golden yellow hair with fire-red tips, black forked eyebrows and red-yellow eyes. The only difference you could capture was the aura. Master Rengoku had the aura of power and unmistakable kindness and warmth, however his father’s presence screamed power and anger, with an impatience about his tone that would scare anyone away. His face is cleanly shaven, the only distinction between him and his son being the lines of age and sorrow around his eyes.
The eldest living Rengoku is clad in only a half-open robe that exposes the lines of his well-defined chest. He is barefoot, feet surprisingly well-groomed and clean. His hair is down, red tips barely touching the top of his shoulders. To your surprise, he sports an undisheveled appearance for someone who spends all of his days being a slave to sake bottles.
“Speak girl! State your business in my house! Nude nonetheless.” The inpatient former Hashira says, eyes continuing their assault on your cowering form, still dripping wet under the running spray.
You’re frozen, partially from the embarrassment of being nude in front of your master’s father and partially from fear. You knew your master’s father wasn’t a kind man. He shared none of the warmth Master Rengoku displayed and was a brutal father, however as a former Hashira and the father of your master, he was owed respect by default.
“I-I am master Rengoku’s Tsuguko, (your name)” you manage to spit out, still recoiling, trying in vain to shield yourself.
Mr. Shinjuro continues to stare down at you, eyes piercing in the dimming natural light of the washroom, a faint vein in his neck pulsing, fists and jaw clenched.
“Ah, so this is the young Tsuguko that occupies my son’s time. Pretty. I find it disrespectful that you were never properly introduced to me. Finish washing, then I’ll have a word with you when you’re done.”
With a rough pull of the shower curtain, you are once again alone. You breathe out a sigh you didn’t know you’d been holding, leaning your body against the cool wall as you steady yourself from the intensity of a very overwhelming situation, to say the least.
As instructed, you finish your shower. Hair, face, and body free from dirt and sweat. You stand facing the mirror above the sink. You towel dry your hair to squeeze any residual moisture out of the smooth strands, using a neatly packaged brush that you had found in one of the many drawers underneath the vanity. You help yourself to the fragranced primers and moisturizers, lathering your body before finding a satin button down with black pants in one of the drawers filled with unisex clothing of various sizes. You deem yourself presentable enough, sliding open the door of the washroom with your soiled training uniform neatly folded in hand. You had made sure to leave the divine cleansing space as you found it, leaving all used items in a neat corner of the sink to alert the housing staff that they had been used. You always made sure to be thoughtful of others and respectful of another’s space, a quality you admired in your master.
You slowly make your way to the lounge room where Kyojuro had told you to meet him earlier, trying to avoid getting lost in the endless twisting hallways that seemed to stretch on. As your eyes close in on a golden hue of light signaling the flicker of a fireplace, you see your master turn the corner, clad in a fresh uniform, hair slick with moisture from what you assume is a recent shower as well, a familiar welcoming smile in your direction.
“(your name)! I see you’ve found something suitable to wear, lovely choice! You can leave your other uniform in any of the hampers you come across for the house staff to attend to.”
Fortunately for you, there is a small hamper at the corner of the room as you cross the threshold to enter the inviting space. You drop the soiled clothing in the wicker basket and look up, jerking at the gruff sound of Mr. Shinjuro’s voice in the warm space.
“You didn’t tell me you had such a pretty Tsuguko under you this whole time, son.”
Kyojuro shoots an apologetic look in your direction, pouring you a glass of fresh water and placing it on the center table, his father sitting on a padded brown leather sectional, the light of the fireplace causing his features to look even more striking.
“It’s not like that, father. She is destined to become the next Flame Hashira, I am only here to guide that path.”
You had never heard your master speak without his usual glee, much less at a normal volume. You observe their interaction silently, not wanting to disturb conversation between father and son. It’s so rare that you see Kyojuro interact with his father, and it’s even rarer that the former Hashira is sober enough to have a coherent thought so you stay silent and allow your master to speak with his father.
“Who says she is destined! The only thing she is good for is bending to bear the legacy forward. In what world does a woman become a Flame Hashira? I know I haven’t been the one to teach you the way of the sword, but don’t be foolish! You’ve read my journals, don’t tell me you conveniently skipped the part abou-”
“That’s enough!”
You shrink yourself into the far wall of the room near the corner where you’ve placed your uniform in the hamper, stunned by what you hear, startled as you have never heard your master so stern.
“Times have changed, father. Traditions change. (Your name) is strong and capable, worthy to be the next Flame Hashira after my time is done.”
A moment of silence ensues. Your heart swells at your master’s words. Truth is, you had always fancied the strapping swordsmen. He is handsome and kind, not to mention you spend a lot of time together. However for the sake of your professional relationship you bury these feelings, knowing they may never be reciprocated.
“Come here, girl!” The impatient former flame pillar commands you.
You step forward timidly.
“Father, what are you-”
“Quiet! Show some respect. If I want to call the girl over, she will come.”
His penetrating gaze lands on you once more. You make your way over to stand before him, hands clasped nervously in front of you.
“Kneel.”
“W-wha-”
“I said kneel!”
You kneel instinctively, your body answering to his demanding tone. You feel your body temperature start to rise as waves of shame and inferiority wash over you.
“Father! Please-”
“Master, please. It’s fine.”
Shinjuro smirks at your answer, with a surprising look of approval thrown your way. You feel a flutter in your belly, not quite understanding why his approval seemed to do wonders over your body. You soften under his stern gaze, fear melting away slowly turning into unexpected desire.
Kyojuro stares at you with a look of worry, kind features contorted into an expression of intense sorrow and helplessness. You don’t have time to process why he possibly worried for you before your face is smushed into the rug-covered floor. “Ah!” you yelp, confused as to how you came to be pinned in the uncomfortable position, right side of your face flat against the floor, a firm hand pressed into the left side of your face keeping you still.
“Atta girl, just like that. Be nice and obedient for me tonight while I show my son how to properly breed you.”
Your eyes widen at his words, you start to struggle under his firm hands as they move to position you on your knees, face still flat against the floor, hands pinned behind you. You were unable to see how he was able to keep you locked in place with only his two hands alone, you could only see the pained look on Kyojuro’s face as he watches his father have full rein, just as you asked.
Shinjuro rips the borrowed outfit off your body as he directs his attention toward his stoic son.
“I will not have our family’s legacy waste away because you choose to ignore our traditions! This is how it’s always been done! Lucky for you, you have a pretty little Tsuguko here, strong too. She’ll do fine, bear powerful offspring.”
You whimper as the words rumble from his throat, tiny shivers rippling through your body with each rip of fabric that exposes your skin. You try to struggle, to free yourself, to yell for him to stop but he has you pinned so tightly that you can’t move, or it’s that you don’t want to move, you aren’t quite sure of which.
You gasp as you are acutely aware of your being naked once again. You feel so exposed, completely nude, nipples grazing the fibers of the expensive rug that graced the lounge room’s floor, knees bent, ass propped up and legs spread. You have no idea how you wound up in such a vulnerable position in front of your master and his father, but you hated to admit that something sick within you liked it.
“See that son, wipe that look off your face. The little minx likes it, just look how wet she is already and I haven’t even prepped her yet.”
You involuntarily moan at his words, not fully understanding what has come over you. All hesitancy and fear slowly melt into full on lust and desire as you’re on full display for your beloved master and his father.
A thick digit pushes into you. You yelp at the contact, never being touched so intimately by another person before now.
“Watch closely Kyojuro, you gotta work her. Get her nice and wet so it’s easy for you to move in her when it’s time.”
You feel your walls close around his finger, feeling a delicious sensation as he pumps in and out of you. You moan, feeling only a slight discomfort at just how deep his finger explores, the discomfort being quickly replaced with a pulsing pleasure that you feel in your clit. “Mmmh” you moan into the floor.
“See that son? All that fight she had in her is gone now. She’s ready.”
Shinjuro picks up the speed, now finger fucking you at a quickening pace. Your body wriggles under his touch, clit throbbing at the friction of his fingers grazing your outer lips as his pointer finger continues to work you. Kitten moans rumble from your chest, slick trickling down your thighs as your walls tighten around him.
“Atta girl! Not yet, I don’t need you going limp on me just yet. Son, get over here.”
Your vision is going hazy and your thoughts become fuzzy as the pressure builds in your lower belly. You can feel it build higher and higher and then...nothing. The retired swordsmen completely withdraws his finger. You whimper noisily at the ruined orgasm, tears pooling at your waterline in disappointment.
“Nice and needy. We like that! Get in front of her Kyojuro.” Shinjuro commands as he forcefully lifts your head with a fistful of your hair. Your eyes are lidded and your face is flushed, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth with a lust-filled haze clouding your appearance. Kyojuro comes into view, his face also flushed with a new emotion in his eyes, desire.
You gape at his lengthy cock as he frees himself from his uniform pants, positioning himself in front of your pouty mouth. Your mouth unconsciously waters at the sight of him, loving the way he drinks you in with his eyes.
“Tap my thigh twice if it becomes too much, little flame.”
You nod nervously, only just now aware that your hands had been freed from behind you. You use them to steady yourself as he inches himself closer to your face. As inexperienced as you are, you greedily take him in, a whimpery moan settles in your throat as he fills your salivating mouth. You maintain eye contact with Kyojuro as he sheathes himself into you, thrilled to see a fantasy of yours play out in real-time, although you never imagined his father would be the one initiating it. The powerful Flame pillar looks so fuckable above you, face flushed and eyes blazing with desire for you, small groans coming from him in satisfaction at the warm envelope of your heated mouth settling around his lengthy cock. You graze the underside of his cock with your tongue, feeling his body shiver up above. His response causes you to get impossibly wetter, and you enjoy pleasing him so much you could cum from sucking him off alone.
You take as much of him as you can, stopping just above his clean-shaven base. Unlike his father, he is gentle with you, a soft hand landing gently at the back of your head without any force, lovingly guiding you up and down with warm praises of “You’re doing so well, beloved” or “That’s it little flame, ugh! R-remember to breathe through your nose.”
You feel your arousal building even more, legs still spread as more of your slick runs down your thigh. You feel filthy and exposed but you don’t care. All that matters to you now is pleasing your master.
Your eyes flutter close as your pace quickens, head bobbing up and down with more rhythm and confidence as his grasp in your hair tightens and his groans get louder. You moan and whimper around him, the vibrations of your warm mouth making him harder as you drink up every drop of pre-cum he gives you.
Your eyes bolt open at the sensation of your cunt being stretched painfully. “AGHH!” You scream with a mouthful. You tap your hand on the floor, tears streaming down your face at the pain, legs shuddering, body clenching in an attempt to soothe the sharp sting of the breaking of your barrier. You feel Shinjuro’s hands grip your hips, forcing you to hold still as he seats himself into you. Kyojuro continues the hold at the back of your head.
“Just hold still, little flame. It will feel better soon I promise.” Your body relaxes some at his hushed encouragement, always willing to do whatever he tells you as you trust him immensely.
Soon Shinjuro was pumping lazy but vigorous thrusts into your soppy cunt. You’re sandwiched in between two powerful men, mouth full of your master and cunt full of his father. You feel slutty but your body responds so obediently that it doesn’t matter.
“Fuckin’ tight! Ugh! Fuck this is good pussy, she’s milking me so good I might not last long.” Shinjuro says gruffily whilst pumping in and out of you at an increased speed. You feel your walls tighten around his girthy cock as your first wave of orgasm racks through you, moaning wildly around Kyojuro as you taste spurts of warm salty cum coat the inside of your mouth. You try to focus on swallowing everything you can but the waves of your own orgasm cause you to open your mouth, his creamy essence spilling down your chin as tears streak down your flushed face. You look up apologetically through wet lashes at your master as he pulls out of your mouth.
You barely have time to register his expression before your face is slammed into the floor again, Shinjuro fucking you so hard into the floor that that you’re fighting unconsciousness. Rough slaps of skin and low growl-like sounds plus your whimpers and sleepy moans fill the air.
With an audible groan he pulls out of you, gesturing for Kyojuro to take his place behind you before lifting your head to force himself at the opening of your mouth. You’re filled at both ends once again as Kyojuro slowly enters your slippery cunt, a gentle hand reaching down to part your puffy lips and rubbing at your swollen clit. You moan lowly at the new sensation, feeling another surge of desire run through you as your soppy pussy greedily takes him in. In front of you, Shinjuro is ruthless, bobbing your head up and down, forcing your head down to take most of him as he shoots spurts of bitter, slightly sweet cum down your throat moments later, demanding you swallow every drop. You obey, fearing a harsh punishment if you don’t.
Your knees start to feel sore as Shinjuro withdraws from your face. Kyojuro, ever vigilant, notices this and flips you gently, placing you on your back, leaving a tender kiss on your forehead as he hovers over you. You both watch his father straighten his robe and stand to exit the room with a final glance in your direction,
“Finish your work here, son. The next time I see her she better be round with an heir.”
Part 2
(A/N: I feel bad this was a rushed oneshot! I love Kyojuro sm I’m just still learning how to write for him
:( Anyways, if at least one person enjoys this then I’m happy enough. Practice makes perfect right? Kk BYE <3)
Sukuna lifted your limp body with ease, his nails kissing your hips as he held your abused hole above his thick cock. The king of curses cum drooled from your aching cunt, making quite the mess on his lap, "Is this really the best your body can do? How disappointing." He mocks, "We were only just getting started."
His lips pulled into a sharp grin as his third hand tightened around your thigh to spread your leg wider for him. The tip of his cock teasing your opening, pushing into the sloppy mess your body was.
You were so tired… So, so tired… Sore, and exhausted.
You had lost count of how many times you came and how many times Sukuna did. But you still couldn't help but cry out as he impaled you on his beautiful veiny cock once again, your head lolled back before your body slumped forward onto his chest, "mph~♡ Su-Sukuuuna~ Th-e tip of y-your dick and n’my cervix are touching n’kissing each other~ Aahh~ It h-hurts s’good~! Y-Yur gonna rip m-my n’insides"
A low growl rumbled in Sukuna’s chest at your words as he started bouncing you on his cock, "What a good little thing. Taking me so well, the perfect little prey."
Your breast, smushed so wonderfully against his chest, rubbed against his warm skin with each thrust, and he could feel how those cute perky nipples had gotten hard against him, "even though I’ve had my fun so many times now, you still react so nicely, still so tight- perfect for breaking still" his slick tongue licks against your cheek, lapping at the sweat that drenched your lovely flushed skin, "it almost feels like my cock is being strangled."
Your arms wrapped around your kings neck, and you held on tight, trying your best to match his pace and movements, your insides stretched and stuffed, the head of his cock hitting the entrance of your womb with each bounce, "s’too rough. M-my insides ngh~ a-are being bullied~♡ I- I feel like I'm gonna diee~ hah~! Y-you're g-gonna break m-me for reeeeal!" You could feel his cum from the previous rounds sloshing around in your gut, the excess bubbling out with each thrust.
The man- the curse knew how to make you break, knew how to make those pretty eyes of yours glaze over and roll into the back of your skull until delicious tears dripped down your cheeks. Knew how to make those soft little noises come from your lips as you were fucked dumb.
"I would never allow that. What fun would I have if you were dead before i had my fill fully?" His hand loosened around your leg and slid up your body, the tip of his fingers brushing against your skin, his eyes narrowing, "Besides, if you were to die, who would let me have my fill? And then, who would make such delicious noises just for me?"
You were unable to respond, his thrusts too much for your poor mind… Unable to feel the way his arms were now securely wrapped around you, keeping you close. How All four of his arms curled protectively against your back, or the soft way his eyes gazed at you…
You were unable to see just how gentle and caring his expression was as he fucked you. How the way his mouth parted, how his teeth that had previously torn through your flesh and left behind bloody, purple marks, now glistened with saliva as he whispered, cooed and moaned, sweet words just for you, his little lamb… Yes, you were without a doubt his, the one who came to him and gave him your life and body.
It had been a year of you living with Sanemi and he had started to track your heats. He kept track of when they would happen and made sure to be prepared for them. He also made sure to let his kid siblings know that you couldn’t play with them during said heats. Sanemi had gotten some advice from Gyomei and a few of his other co-workers at school on how to help a hybrid and properly care for them.
He had gotten you multiple toys and heat aids to use during your heats as you waited for him. Some of these were things he told you to get because he wanted to use them such as a remote control vibrator and vibrating panties. During one of your heats he decided to have you use them. “Hey pup, I want you to put this in and wear these all day.” He said as he held up a vibrator and the vibrating panties.
He smirked as he watched you put both things on. Once the vibrator was in he turned it on from his phone and set it at a steady speed. He also turned on the panties. They constantly vibrated and stimulated your poor clit. You had to take a deep breath and Sanemi smirked as he watched you struggle. “You’re not allowed to remove them at all unless it’s to go to the bathroom, understand? I want you ready and weeping when I get home tonight, got it?”
You nodded as you could barely talk. Sanemi came over and pat your head. “Good girl” he then left the house, leaving you behind. Throughout the day, Sanemi would play with the vibration speeds. Turning it up and down every so often, which often had you whimpering and panting. You laid in your little nest of blankets and tried to sleep although it was difficult to when you were constantly being stimulated.
When Sanemi got home that night, he greeted his siblings before coming to see you. He smirked when he saw you wagging your tail with a tired look on your face. He walked over to you and saw how wet you were. “Well would you look at that, you’re sopping wet. Good girl, now get over here and suck my dick, after you do that, I’ve got a surprise for you” he said as he sat down on his bed and patted his lap. You crawled over to him and began to unbuckle and remove his pants and boxers.
Once his cock was free and sitting there waiting for you, you licked a strip from his balls to his tip before taking the whole thing in your mouth. You sucked on him as he leaned his head back and sighed. He grabbed your hair and pulled you closer, making the tip hit the back of your throat. You gagged but continued to suck like the good girl Sanemi has trained you to be. He then turned both the vibrator and the panties up to their max speed setting, causing you to moan around him as you ground your hips trying to get some more stimulation.
When Sanemi got close he pulled you off of him and had you remove the panties and vibrator after he turned them both off. Sanemi then got up and walked over to his closet and opened the ‘toy’ box and pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. He then smirked as he walked over to you and picked you up before dropping you on the bed. He then cuffed one of your hands and secured the cuffs through the headboard. He then tied the blindfold around your eyes and smacked your bare ass.
“Are you ready for your surprise? I bought this and I wanted to try it out on you. Since you’re literally a bitch in heat, I figured you might enjoy getting knotted. I know it ain’t the real thing, but since I don’t have a knot, this’ll have to do”
Sanemi spoke as you heard him pull something out of his closet and felt something pushing against your cunt. You keened as it pushed in and you could tell it was a thick dildo. Sanemi chuckled as he pushed it in deep before pulling it out and shoving it back in. This went on for a bit, Sanemi fucking you with the dildo and circling his thumb on your clit. He aimed for your g-spot and repeatedly pummeled it as your back arched. When you came you felt the base of the dildo start to swell until it was stuck in you.
You then felt two fingers start to circle your anus before feeling a cold liquid and then them pushing in. Sanemi began to fuck his lubed fingers inside your ass as your cunt clenched down on the toy. You whimpered when Sanemi pulled his fingers out only to feel the hot and blunt tip of his dick against your hole. He then pushed in and you whimpered at the stretch as he fully sheathed himself inside your tight asshole.
“Goddamn pup, you’re so fucking tight, squeezing me so good, such a good girl” Sanemi groaned as he started to slowly thrust his hips, dragging himself in and out slowly. You moaned as he gripped your hips and began to set a steady rhythm. As his pace increased in speed and strength, he smacked your ass and started to play with your clit. You never felt so full, you were overly sensitive from all the orgasms you had throughout the day and you felt another on the way.
Sanemi growled as your insides twitched and squeezed him, causing him to pinch your clit hard. You cried as you felt another orgasm overtake you. Sanemi continued to fuck you through it until he came with a final thrust, filling your ass with his seed. “You’re such a good girl, maybe one of these days I ought to breed you properly. You want that? You want me to fill your greedy cunt with my seed and fill you with my pups? Huh?” He gave your ass one last smack before deflating the toy and pulling it out. He then unlocked the cuffs and removed your blindfold before helping you clean yourself up.
Sanemi got ready for bed as you snuggled into the bed. Once he climbed in you snuggles up to his side and he wrapped an arm around you.
tales of the twin suns – taehyung (alienPrince!taehyung x human!reader)
pairing: alienPrince!Taehyung x human!reader
summary: when you traveled to the alien planet of Zorelis to teach its people about Earth, you didn’t think you’d be assigned prince Taehyung as your student
wc:~ 7.2k woopsie
warnings: alien au. mostly pwp, oral (f!receiving), fingering, tit play, nipple sucking, unprotected sex (you know what I always say) Tae has a BIG, BIG ALIEN DICK. size kink, belly bulge. breeding, pregnancy and lactation kink. multiple orgasms. creampie. pet names, feelings !
a/n: this was going to be part of my kinktober 2025!
You never expected to live on another planet, let alone work for a royal family. But here you are, on Zorelis, cataloged as 404313 back on Earth.
Zorelis is a beautiful world with two suns in its sky. The sky turns soft purple at dusk, and the forests glow in the dark. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever seen.
The people here, called the Borani, are like nothing you’ve seen before. They are tall and graceful, with strong, slim bodies. Their skin shines in light shades of ivory and purple. Most of them are about seven feet tall, much taller than you. But what truly sets them apart is that there are no Borani females. None. At least not anymore.
The last Borani woman was born over four generations ago. Their race was once balanced. Now, it isn’t. For decades, Borani males have been forced to travel beyond their own world in hopes of finding compatible mates. And eventually, science caught up.
After many years of failed experiments and talks with other species, Borani scientists found that human women from Earth were the best match for their kind since their bodies could handle the size and shape of Borani male biology.
You were recruited two years ago under a diplomatic initiative, a carefully curated program that invited healthy, willing, human women to live in Zorelia. The goal was to preserve the Borani race through cultural exchange and potential mating bonds.
It wasn’t framed as an interspecies breeding program, though everyone knew that was part of the long-term plan. For now, your job was to live among them. To teach them about human customs, intimacy, and emotions. And to be observed in return.
You now live in the capital, deep in the heart of the royal city. Your quarters are located within the royal palace itself.
Your current assignment is your most prestigious one yet: Crown Prince Taehyung. Fifth of seven royal sons, all born of different diplomatic unions with non-Borani women. Each brother carries the unmistakable features of their father, the King.
Taehyung isn’t the heir. That title belongs to his older brother, Seokjin. But his role is just as vital. As a prince, he is required to serve the royal court. His duty now is to study Earth, and eventually travel there to help convince more human women to join the diplomatic program. But before he can do that… he needs to understand your kind. That’s where you come in.
You’ve spent nearly seven months under his personal protection, leading daily “cultural briefings”, which is a very formal name for what are essentially long, open-ended conversations about Earth.
You’ve tried to keep things professional. Really, you have. But with Taehyung, it’s almost impossible. He’s tall, graceful, with pale violet skin that glows faintly and dark hair that always falls into his eyes. His voice is deep and that boxy smile of his is way too cute for your own good.
He teases you all the time. A hand brushing yours when you correct his pronunciation, the sly look he gives when you mention human affection, the way he draws out your name like it’s special. But it’s not just flirting. He really wants to understand your people, your world. You.
What started as a small crush has grown into something you can’t brush off. Late nights on the palace cushions, trading stories, laughing until you’re breathless. Him letting you see pieces of his life he doesn’t show anyone else. You opening up in ways you didn’t expect.
So far you’ve taught him your language, history, art, and music. He’s particularly obsessed with jazz, always asking you to play old Earth recordings during your sessions. Today's topic is the one you’ve been putting off for a while: human reproduction and sexuality.
You’re both seated on the floor of the private study salon, deep in the royal wing. The space is warm, the floor layered with thick carpets that cushion your knees. Piles of oversized cushions are scattered around you like a nest.
Taehyung sits across from you with his legs folded and one hand resting on his knee. He’s dressed in palace robes made of deep green silk with gold stitching on the cuffs and collar. The smooth fabric hangs loose on his tall body and gathers around his hips, showing part of his chest. The robe is tied low at his waist and slips easily over his broad shoulders. There’s nothing underneath. No shirt, no pants, no underwear. It 's tradition.
You’re wearing a simple version of the traditional Borani robes. There’s no real female style anymore since there haven’t been Borani women for generations, so this is just a softer, adjusted version of the men’s robes, made to fit your human body.
You could’ve worn your Earth clothes, you brought them with you. But here in the palace, you wanted to show respect and to fit in, so you picked this. It’s light and breathable, and in some places, almost see-through. And just like Taehyung, nothing underneath.
In front of you, a hologram of a female body floats. It’s from a basic human biology database. You already covered the male body earlier, it was quick because their biology is pretty close to humans, just smaller. Now, it’s time to learn about the female form.
You point at the figure’s chest. “These,” you say, “are the mammary glands. On human females, they develop larger and are used to feed newborns.”
Taehyung leans in, brow furrowed, his eyes flicking from the sketch to your face. “You use this part of your body to… nourish your young?”
You nod. “Exactly, Your Highness.”
Taehyung chuckles softly. “Kitten. I’ve told you a hundred times. Just call me Taehyung. Or Tae.” That nickname again, kitten. When you were teaching Taehyung about Earth animals, he really liked the small ones, especially kittens. After you showed him a video of a kitten playing with a ball of yarn, he smiled and said, “You’re like a kitten. Small and cute, but fierce.”
From then on, ‘Kitten’ became his favorite way to address you. You let out a soft laugh. “Exactly, Tae.”
He tilts his head slightly, studying the diagram. “Do all humans experience sensation here?” he asks, pointing to the chest.
You clear your throat, a little caught off guard by his tone. “Right. The nipples, specifically. They’re… sensitive for many people. They can be part of, uh… foreplay. During sex.”
He blinks slowly. “Foreplay.” The way he repeats it, like he’s tasting the word, makes your skin feel warmer. “And this sensitivity… is it the same for every human female?”
“No,” you say. “It varies.”
He shifts on the cushion, one hand resting lazily on his knee. “I’m more of a hands-on learner,” he says, his eyes locking onto yours with a teasing sparkle. “It’s a pity we only have a hologram.”
You feel your pulse skip at the way he says it, the subtle tease hanging in the air between you. Screw it. If he wants a visual lesson, you’ll give him one. Your fingers tug at the knot at your waist, and with one slow pull, your tunic loosens and slips down your shoulders. The fabric pools around your hips before you push it aside completely. The air feels cooler against your skin, but it’s the look on Taehyung’s face that sends heat crawling up your neck.
You’ve always been proud to represent the big titty committee, and by Earth standards your breasts are big.
“Do all females on your planet have... breasts this size?” he asks, nodding toward your chest.
You smile and you rest your hands on your thighs. “No. Some are smaller, some bigger. There’s no ‘right’ size. But yeah… back home my tits are considered pretty large.”
Taehyung looks at you, confused. “Tits?”
You laugh softly. “It’s just a vulgar way of saying breasts. People use it when they want to be casual… or a little dirty.”
Humming softly, almost to himself, he looks up at you again. “You said the nipples are sensitive. That they’re used in foreplay.”
“Yeah. Some people really enjoy it. Touching, licking, sucking…” You pause, a slow smile creeping onto your lips as you meet his gaze. “There are a lot of ways it can feel good.”
Taehyung remains quiet for a few seconds, and asks softly, “are you one of those who feels pleasure? If someone did what you just said… would you enjoy it?”
Gently, you guide his hand to your breast, touching it softly, inviting him without words. “Why don’t you see for yourself?” you whisper.
He reaches out slowly, his big fingers brushing your breast before cupping it fully. The heat of his hand makes you breathe out, and when he gently pinches your nipple between two fingers, a shiver runs through you.
“Mmhm,” you hum, nodding softly. “A little more pressure.”
He adjusts. Firmer this time, giving a small tug. You moan softly, your back arching into his hand. He watches closely, leaning in. “Tell me more,” he whispers.
“Mmm… try rolling it between your fingers,” you say, guiding him. He does it again. And again. You close your eyes for a moment as the slow, deep pleasure builds in your belly.
When you look at him again, he’s staring at you. “Yeah… just like that,” you breathe. “You can use your mouth too, if you want.”
Taehyung leans in and sucks your right nipple into his mouth, his warm tongue against your skin. At first, he’s gentle, but as your moans grow louder, he gets bolder. His hand moves to your other breast, fingers spreading wide as he squeezes and rolls the soft flesh, making you shiver. Your fingers slip into his hair, and a needy sound escapes you.
“You can suck a little harder,” you whisper, your voice shaking with pleasure. A soft moan slips out. “Try using your tongue in circles.” He follows your instructions immediately, eager to learn, and desperate to please you.
He pulls back from your nipple and looks up at you. “Am I doing good? Does it feel good?” You nod. He smiles and dives back in, his tongue moving in slow, teasing circles like before.
“That feels really good, Tae,” you breathe, your hips shifting slightly where you sit. “You’re doing perfect. So good.”
He hums softly against your skin, you’re not sure if he’s proud or just loving the praise. Maybe both. You move his head a bit, letting him switch sides. When he takes your other nipple in his mouth, the wet heat makes your whole body jump.
After a few minutes ,maybe more, of him sucking and touching your breasts, a hot feeling builds inside you. His soft mouth and gentle touch are more than you expected, but you push yourself to say, “We should– fuck! We should keep going with the lesson.”
Taehyung lets go of your breasts with a quiet whine. “Do we really have to?”
Moving closer, he pulls you so you’re practically straddling him. His hard length presses against your core. His right hand cups your left breast, pinching your nipple and tugging at it gently, while his left hand slides around your back, pulling you even closer. At the same time, his mouth finds your right nipple again, and you feel his tongue flicking against it. You can’t help but let out a high moan.
Taehyung looks up, a cocky smile playing on his lips. “I assume you like it when I do that?”
You smirk, eyes gleaming. “Yeah, I do… but if you keep sucking on my tits like that, I might not be able to show you what comes next.”
He grins but doesn’t move away. Instead, he leans in closer, hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts. His thumbs rub over your nipples, making them hard again and push your breasts together and press his mouth between them.
You gasp as his lips move from one nipple to the other, kissing and licking slowly. One hand squeezes your breast while his thumb circles the other nipple, pulling a soft whimper from you.
Then he sucks both nipples into his mouth at once, tongue flicking between them while he holds your breasts tight. The hot, wet feeling rushes through you, making your thighs twitch around him.
He pauses and his lips are still on your skin. Then he pulls back, licking his lips with a satisfied smile.
“Mmm,” he hums. “As much as I want to stay here all day…” He runs his thumb over your wet breast, giving it one last squeeze. “You’re the teacher.”
You take a shaky breath and sit back a little, spreading your legs. You pull off the rest of your tunic and lean back on your elbows, fully bare.
“So...” you say, breathing a bit shaky, “this part on the outside is called the vulva. But the most sensitive spot, this right here” you part your folds with your fingers, showing your swollen clit and wet entrance, “most people just call it the pussy.”
Taehyung’s eyes darken, locked on you.
“Pussy,” he repeats softly, tasting the word like it’s special. His lips curl into a curious smile.
“That’s the clitoris. It’s… very sensitive. Kind of like the tip of the male sex organ. Except it’s not for reproduction. It’s just for pleasure.”
He blinks. “Just for pleasure?”
You nod and his hand slowly moves between your legs. He looks up for permission, and you give it with a small nod. His fingers slide in and brush lightly over your clit. You gasp, and his hand flinches back.
“No, it’s okay,” you reassure him quickly, reaching down to guide him back. “Just keep it gentle at first.”
He watches you closely and follows your instructions. His touch is featherlight, a little awkward at first, but he’s a fast learner. It doesn’t take long before your breathing grows heavier.
“I want to feel inside,” he murmurs in a low voice. “Will you show me what it’s like?”
Your cheeks flush, but you nod. “You can use your fingers. One first.”
He does. Slowly, carefully, he slides a long finger inside you. You feel the stretch, and it makes you groan softly, and your hips lift to meet his digit.
“You’re… wet,” he murmurs, lips parted. “Is this normal? Did I – did I hurt you?”
You shake your head quickly as your hips roll toward his hand. “No, Tae,” you say. “Human females get wet when we’re turned on. It means I want you.”
“So tight…” he breathes. His eyes are fixed on the place where his hand disappears between your thighs.
“Add another,” you whisper. “You won’t hurt me.”
He does. Two fingers now, thick and long, stretching you wide as he sinks them in slowly. Your walls clench around the intrusion, and he groans, fascinated by the way your body pulls him in.
“Curl them,” you pant. Reaching down, you wrap your hand over his wrist, guiding him. “Toward the front.” He follows your lead, curling his fingers. “There,” you breathe, throwing back your head with pleasure. “God. Right there. Keep doing that. It feels so good.”
You spread your thighs wider. Your knees are bent and your heels dig into the soft carpet. His other hand holds your inner thigh, opening you so he can watch his thick fingers slide deep into your wet cunt again and again.
His fingers stretch you like a human cock would. Your pussy twitches, hungry for more, and every time his knuckles brush your entrance, you whine.
Your hands grip the cushions as you lift yourself, hips grinding against his palm. Taehyung stares, completely lost watching your pussy stretched around his fingers. He moves lower between your legs and leans in. You feel his warm breath before your folds. “Can I taste you? Would that feel good?” He asks with a curious tone, looking at you.
Nodding, you open your legs more for him. “Y-yes, Taehyung. You can,” you murmur. Your body is already tightening in anticipation.
He moves between your legs, one hand spreading them open while the other stays resting at your entrance. His mouth stays close, and his warm breath on your skin makes you shiver.
His tongue moves from your wet entrance up to your clit. A smile tugs at your lips. “Keep doing that. Use your tongue like that again. It 's good.”
Diving back in, his tongue moves over your folds. He gets bolder, before settling on your clit. “That’s it,” you moan. “Stay right there. Mmmh.” He takes you into his mouth gently, then moves his tongue slowly over the sensitive spot. Your fingers hold his hair, pulling a little as your thighs press against his shoulders. “You’re doing so good, Tae. It feels amazing.”
He moans against you. The sound vibrates through your clit, and your whole body jerks. The praise clearly gets to him, his fingers tighten on your thigh, and his tongue speeds up.
“Fuck, Tae. Yes, yes, just like that!”
He hears it in your tone, feels the way your body tenses. His tongue never stops moving, his lips locking around your clit tighter, sucking harder.
You guide him softly, “Put your fingers back inside me… keep licking while you do it.”
As his fingers slide in, you shiver from the feeling and push your hips harder against his mouth. The wet, messy sounds of his tongue move over you, driving you closer and closer, until you break, shaking and crying out as you come.
Your thighs shake around his head, but he doesn’t stop until your loud moans turn into soft whimpers. He only pulls away when your body sinks back against the cushions. His mouth and chin shine with your wetness.. “Did I do good? Did you like it?” he asks as he licks his lips.
You blink, still trying to catch your breath. “You did so good, Tae. Fuck. You made me cum so hard.”
He grins. “I like making you sound like that. It sounds… what was the word in your language again? Sexy?”
“Y-yeah… something like that.”
Before your breathing has even settled, Taehyung reaches for you. His big and strong arms pull you back into his lap, like you weigh nothing. And for someone his size, you don't. Your legs are still a bit shaky from your orgasm, but you don’t resist, and let him move you.
Your thighs slide around his waist again, settling over his hips. He’s still dressed, the smooth fabric of his palace robe cool beneath your bare skin. You can feel the hard press of him under you, thick and pulsing through the layers between you.
He looks at you as if you were his whole universe. Then he smirks and buries his face right back in your breasts.
“Again?” you laugh, breathless as he wraps his lips around one nipple.
Reaching up, you tilt his chin toward you. You lean in, pressing your lips to his. Taehyung stiffens, surprised, but follows your lead. His lips move awkwardly at first… then, slowly, he kisses you back. His hands grip your waist, pulling you close. You pull back just a little, whispering against his lips.
“That,” you say as you look directly into his eyes. “It's called a kiss. Humans do it when they’re close. When they care about someone…when they’re in love.”
He blinks at you, brow furrowing just slightly. “So you… you kissed me because you're in love? With me?”
You freeze for a second and your heart thumps hard in your chest. “I…” You swallow. You weren’t planning to say it like this. Maybe you weren’t planning to say it at all. But it’s true.
Shifting slightly in his lap, your hands slide down to rest on his chest. “I think I’ve felt it for a while now,” you murmur. “I just… didn’t want to say it out loud. I mean…You’re the prince. I wasn’t sure if I even had the right to feel that way about you.”
Taehyung stares at you for a long moment. Then he cups your face in both hands, thumbs brushing over your cheeks.
“I thought maybe it was wrong,” he says. “You were sent here to teach me. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every day and night. The way you laugh. The way you treat me like I’m a normal person, like I’m more than just a prince.” He pauses, his thumb brushing your jaw. “I think I fell for you the moment I saw you.”
“I wanted to tell you,” you whisper. “So many times. But I thought about your father…”
“My father already knows,” Taehyung says softly. “He sees how I look at you and how I protect you. He asked me if it was love, and I said yes.” You blink, surprised.
A rush of feeling hits you so hard you almost lose yourself. You lean in, pressing your forehead against his. “I do love you,” you whisper softly. “I was just scared before.”
He closes his eyes. “I love you too, kitten.” he says as he leans forward and presses his lips to yours. His hands are on your thighs, holding you gently in place, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.
You move slightly in his lap, shifting your weight. Your hips start to grind against him without you thinking. You can feel the thick, hard length of his cock pressed right against your wet pussy, with only the thin, damp silk of his robe between you. You kiss him again, then pull back just a little. “I want you inside me, Tae.”
Taehyung blinks, looking dazed. You smirk and roll your hips again, dragging your folds over the thick shape beneath the silk. He swallows hard as his eyes drop to where your bodies press together, then rising to meet yours again. “I want it too,” he says with a smirk. “But I’ve seen the human diagrams,” he says. His voice comes up almost hesitant. “I know what your males look like. I’m... not the same. Not in proportion.”
You raise an eyebrow and roll your hips forward again, slower this time. Your clit rubs against the thick ridge of his cock through the fabric. Bitting your lip, you watch him closely as his hands tighten on your hips. “Not the same,” you echo. “As in… way bigger?I know it.”
He groans softly, clearly struggling to hold back. “You don’t understand. It’s not just bigger. It’s… thicker. Longer. Even for my kind, I’m big.” He swallows hard and his eyes flick to where you’re grinding against him. “And you,” his hands reach out, grabbing your waist “,you’re so tiny compared to me.”
You look him in the eye and smile, a mischievous glint playing on your lips. “You’d be surprised what I can take.” Reaching between you, your hand slides over his hardness through the fabric. Taehyung shudders at the contact and moves closer to your hand.
“I want you, Tae,” you say as your hands slide down, gathering the folds of his robe at his waist, your fingers brushing where the fabric tents over his cock. “Let me see. Please.” You lean forward, kiss his lips once. “I don’t care how big you are. I’ll take it.” You move in his lap again. Your hands reach down to the tie on his robe as your fingers play with the knot. “Lay back for me,” you whisper.
Taehyung blinks, a little surprised, but does what you ask, leaning back on his elbows, spreading his legs a bit under you. You slide off his lap and kneel between his thighs, hands on the soft carpet to steady yourself. Your fingers find the knot at his waist, and slowly, you pull it loose.
The robe falls open. Your mouth parts slightly. “Oh… wow.”
His cock is already rock-hard, and it’s… massive. Fucking huge. Long, thick, almost intimidating, the kind of size that makes your thighs press together instinctively.
Taehyung looks nervous. “Is it too much?”
You shake your head, eyes locked on him. “No. It’s perfect.”
You reach out, running your fingers down the length of it. He groans softly, his thighs tensing on either side of you.
“You’re so big,” you murmur. “No wonder you thought you wouldn’t fit.”
You wrap your hand around the base, not even able to close your fingers fully, and stroke him slowly, marveling at the way his cock twitches in your grip. Taehyung leans back more, spreading his legs wider.
You slide forward on your knees until you’re snug between his thighs, your breasts brushing against his legs as you lean in. Your hand strokes slowly up the length of his cock again, and your mouth waters just looking at it.
“You have no idea,” you murmur with your eyes fixed on his, “how badly I want this dick inside me.”
His cock twitches hard in your grip, and his head falls back, a deep growl rumbling low in his throat. His eyes snap down to you, “You’re not scared?”
You smirk, licking your lips. “No. But I might need you to go slow.”
His breath hitches again, cock twitching in your hand. “I’ll do anything you want,” he says, voice thick with need. “Just tell me what to do.”
You shift, sliding back until your shoulders sink into the cushions. He helps you ease your legs up, pulling them close to your chest. Your knees are bent, your calves rest on his broad shoulders as your ankles frame his neck. The angle pulls you wide open, the soft heat between your thighs exposed.
Taehyung is above you now, he leans down just enough to bring the head of that enormous cock to your slit. The tip drags slowly, a teasing glide along your wetness. He slaps it hard against you a few times, making you gasp and grind against him.
Swallowing hard, his eyes move from your face down to where his cock rests against you. “You’re so small,” he says, quiet, sounding worried. “I don’t know if I can… if I’ll hurt you. I’m–”
“Too big?” you finish for him, a little breathless. You shift your hips, just enough to feel the blunt head of him nudge at your entrance, heat curling low in your belly. “Yeah. I know. I want all of that big, fat cock stretching me. Making me scream your name until everyone in this palace knows how good you fucked me.”
His thumb brushes over the soft skin of your hips, and as he leans in, the top presses into your entrance.
The first push makes you gasp. Not from pain, but from the intense stretch, the feeling of being so full it almost doesn’t seem possible. He stays still, watching your face, waiting for you to be okay.
“Tell me,” he whispers. “If it’s too much. If you need… a break.”
You close your eyes for a second. “No. No. I like it. Keep going.”
He slides the head of him in another fraction and he pauses, letting you adjust, letting your body accept him. His hands tighten slightly on your hips.
You’re wide open for him now. He’s still careful, afraid he might hurt you. But your hungry, lust-filled eyes pull him closer, making him push more of himself inside you.
“For the love of the two suns,” he breathes, feeling your pussy clench around him. “You’re so tight.”
“Deeper, Tae…,” you breathe. Taehyung adjusts his hold. His cock’s only halfway in, already stretching you so much your body trembles, and there’s still more of him to go. You bite your lip, arching beneath him. “More,” you whisper. “I want all of you.”
He swallows and moves his body to go deeper. The stretch feels strong as your pussy tightens and loosens around him. His cock rubs inside you while he sinks deeper than you ever imagined.
“Ah!” you gasp as your hand rushes to your belly. There's a bulge, right below your navel, a clear outline, where the thickest part of him presses from inside.
“Oh my god. You’re so deep,Tae. So deep inside me. I can feel you, here,” you whimper, staring down at it, your fingers brushing over the firm swell.
He groans, voice trembling. “I can see it,” he whispers, eyes locked on the bulge.
He slides all the way in. All the way. Until you feel the heavy press of his balls against your ass. Your legs shake where they’re hooked over his shoulders, and you breathe hard, the deep, hot pleasure nearly overwhelming you. You’re full of him.
“I feel like I’m gonna break, but I like it so fucking much.” you breathe, smiling as you say it, because you don’t want him to stop. “You’re so deep.”
Leaning forward, Taehyung rests his weight over you. His chest touches yours, and he stares into your eyes, unable to believe this is real. His eyes stay on the bulge in your belly, his cock pulsing deep inside you.
You smile at him with sleepy eyes and move your hips a little, rubbing against the base of his cock like you want him to go deeper. He’s fully inside you, buried to the base, and he still hasn’t moved. You can feel the tension in his arms as he hovers above you.
“Move,” you whisper, shifting your hips beneath him. “I can take it.”
“You’re so tight, so small,” he breathes. “I’m scared I’ll hurt you.”
Your nails dig into his forearms, pulling him closer. “I don’t care if it hurts,” you pant. “I want it to hurt. I want to feel you splitting me open. Fuck me. Hard, your Highness.”
He groans, and pulls back, just a few inches, before sinking in again. The first thrust is careful, slow the stretch making your toes curl. Another thrust. Then another. You wrap your arms around the back of your thighs, pulling them up higher until he slips his hands under your calves and lifts, guiding your ankles to rest on his shoulders again.
Your breasts bounce with each impact of his hips against yours, the soft slap of skin echoing between your moans. His eyes drop to your chest, fascinated. You smirk.
“You like that?” you pant. “You like how my tits bounce every time you fuck me with that huge cock? With that big, fat dick?” His thrusts stop for a beat and slams back in, harder than before. The force rocks you up the cushion making you giggle.
“Oh, you really like it,” you tease, dragging your nails down your belly, right to where he’s still visibly stretching you from the inside. Your other hand slides up, cupping one breast, squeezing until your nipple hardens between your fingers. You give it a slow pinch, and your eyes never leave his, loving his facial expressions. His hands slide lower, gripping your thighs now, as he drives forward again.
Your eyes roll back as his cock drags along your walls. You feel full, stuffed, the thick weight of him pressing against all of the nerves inside your cunt. Compared to Taehyung, every dick you’d had back on Earth feels like nothing. He’s ruined you for good.
“God,” you gasp. “You’re deep, Tae…”
“You’re taking my dick so well,” he pants as he rocks into you again. “So perfect. I can feel you squeezing me every time I move.”
“Because you’re so big. I can’t help it. It’s too much, but I love it.”
He growls quietly, lowering his head between your legs as your thighs come up and your bodies touch, chest to chest. You’re ridiculously flexible, and he’s more than aware, because this position lets him drive even deeper. When he thrusts again, you scream. A desperate cry, the pleasure exploding through you like fireworks. “Oh fuck, fuck! Right there, Tae.”
His mouth is on yours. His lips crash into yours as he fucks you through your moans. You wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him, as if you need to anchor yourself to reality. The kiss is messy, and you bite his bottom lip, making him groan.
He loves it. Loves how you whine into his mouth, how your legs move around him.
“I love when you scream for me,” he groans against your lips. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m close,” you gasp. “Tae, I'm gonna come.”
“You are?” he breathes. “Give it to me, kitten. I wanna make you feel good”
His thrusts change, sharper, deeper. Just the way he now knows you like them. He’s figured it out what your body needs, and now he’s giving it to you. “You’re so full with my cock,” he whispers, more in awe than lust. “You feel so good. I wanna feel you cum. Please, let me feel you.”
You are overwhelmed by how deep he is, how good he is, how much he wants this for you. “Don’t stop,” you choke out. “Oh my God!”
Your body locks around him, clenching hard, and he gasps at the sudden tightness. Your orgasm runs through you like a wave.
“Kitten– ” he pants as his voice is close to breaking. “You’re squeezing me. Your pussy is so tight it's driving me insane.”
You shake as your arms wrapped around his neck. He presses his forehead to yours, lips brushing against your cheek, your mouth, your neck. “Did I do good?,” he whispers in a soft voice.
Nodding, you kiss him. “So good,” you breathe.
Taehyung stares, completely fixated on your breasts. The way they rise and fall with each breath has him mesmerized. He leans back just a little, licking his lips. “Your breasts…” he murmurs as he tugs one nipple between his fingers. “If I got you pregnant… would they get bigger?” His voice drops lower. “Would they be filled with milk?”
“Yes… They’d swell, Tae. Get heavy. My belly would grow too, round and tight with your baby.”
His cock twitches, and you feel the thickness drag against your walls as he pulls out just a bit, only to slam back in harder.
“I want that,” he whispers. “I want to see you round with your belly full of my baby. Your tits leaking, just for me.”
“Yeah? You’d want that?” Your fingers slide down to your belly, pressing lightly where he’s stretching you deep and you feel the outline of his cock.
He pulls out nearly all the way before pushing back in, and you let out a choked moan. “I’d hold them in my hands all the time,” he pants, leaning down to mouth your breast. “Suck the milk out of you until you couldn’t take it anymore.”
You whimper, clenching around him. His cock twitches inside you, and the tension in his shoulders tightens as he pushes in again, harder now.
“You like thinking about me getting you pregnant? About putting a baby inside you?” he murmurs.
“Yes,” you sob. “More, tell me more.”
A flash of hunger crosses his face. He adjusts his grip on your hips, angles higher, and drives in so deep you swear you see stars.
“I’d rub your belly when it starts to show.” he breathes, one hand sliding down to your belly, almost in a possessive way, as if he was already picturing you big, swollen with his child. “Rub it while I fuck you. Watch you get heavier, because of me.”
You arch into him, nearly crying from how good he feels. He shifts again, pinning your legs high, bending you nearly in half. You feel that sweet, perfect pressure on your g-spot, sending sparks up your spine.
“I’d bend you over,” he groans. “Tug your nipples until they drip all over the sheets, then fuck you deep. I wouldn’t stop. I’d keep going until you were crying from how full you are.” Taehyung grips your thighs tighter, adjusting the angle to go deeper inside you. “I’d suck your tits until your milk is leaking down my chin. Drink from you while I breed you again.” he mutters against your skin, and you feel his hot breath against your nipple.
Capturing your nipple in his mouth, he sucks hard. Your body jerks beneath him, overstimulated. “You’d fuck me while I’m leaking?” you whisper, panting. “Even when I’m so full with your cum that I’m dripping all over your cock?”
“Yes,” he growls against your breast, teeth grazing sensitive skin as he thrusts harder. “I’d keep fucking you even when you beg me to stop. Watch your tits bounce while I use your body. Would you like that?”
You moan, nearly sobbing. “Yes! I’d beg for more. I’d ride your cock with your baby in me and ask for another. I want to feel you lose control in me. Keep me stuffed with your cum and fuck it back in.”
Taehyung snarls as hips slam deeper against your pussy. “Gods,” he groans. “You take my dick so well. I’d breed you again before the last load even finished dripping out of you.” His hand slips under your thigh, holding you in place as he ruts into you, sweat sliding down his spine. “You’d walk around dripping with my seed. Everyone would know. I did that. That I bred you. That you’re mine.”
“And I’d let you,” you pant, legs trembling, walls clamping tight around his cock with each thrust. “I’d let you fill me every day, just to feel full again.”
He shoves in hard, the tip grinding deep as his cock twitches violently. Leaning in, almost breathless, Taehyung cups your cheek with one trembling hand. “Y/N… are you sure?” His voice is low, almost fragile. “If I finish like this…I’ll knot. My kind... we don’t – we can’t – pull out. Once I come, I’ll swell and stay inside. You’ll be stuck with me.”
You’ve heard about it. When male Borani orgasm, their cock swells at the base. It locks them deep inside their partner, making sure they stay close while all their cum stays in. It’s part of their body, part of their nature. Once it happens, they’re stuck together until the swelling goes down.
You see the worry in his eyes, how much this means to him. But you also see the love. You want him, all of him.
Taehyung’s entire body trembles. His cock twitches again. “Tell me,” he whispers, like he needs to hear it from your lips to believe it. “Tell me to do it. Tell me to put a baby inside you. To make you full with my seed.”
You reach up, cupping his face with both hands. “I want your cum inside me, Taehyung,” you say as you caress him. “Tie me to you. Knot me so deep I can’t move. Fill me until I’m leaking. I want you to breed me. I want your baby”
He’s so close, you can feel it. Each tremor in his thighs, every erratic snap of his hips. Taehyung’s breath stutters and his pace becomes uneven, desperate, almost.
“Stars above,” he groans, “I can’t, Y/N. I’m gonna –”
You slide your hands up his back, and you whisper near his ear. “It’s okay, Tae… Let go for me. You feel so good. So deep.” You can barely take him, stretched to the edge, but it’s perfect. He's so big, so thick. He was made to fill you up and ruin you for anyone else. “Your cock’s so big, Tae. It’s too much, but I love it. I need it.” He moans and you tighten your legs around him. “Come in me, Tae. Fill me.”
That sends him over the edge and a deep sound tears from his throat, and he slams into you one final time ,deep, so deep, before he shudders violently.
“Take it, kitten,” he growls. “Take all of my cum. Gods, you’re gonna be so full.”
You feel the heat of his seed filling you up. His cum floods you, hotter than anything human, thicker too. You gasp, arching into him. Your nails dig into his shoulders. “Oh my god, Tae! It's so much! So hot –”
“I keep coming! I can’t help it,” he pants as he presses his forehead to yours. You feel his cum still spilling into you, hot, thick. “You feel too good, my love. Your pussy’s milking me.”
You feel it happening. The knot, the swelling. You cry out as his cock grows at the base, locking him deep inside you. “Tae!” you sob. Your legs are trembling. “I can feel it! Your knot, fuck, I can feel it swelling.”
“I know,” he breathes with a shaky voice. “It’s okay, kitten. I’ve got you.” He shifts, finally lowering your legs from where they’d been pinned high, letting them rest around his hips. His body presses fully against yours now, skin-to-skin.
His arms wrap around you. You feel his cock still pulsing inside you, his knot keeping you plugged with his seed. You pant against his mouth, your lips brushing his. “You’re still cumming inside me. I’m so full with your cum,” you whisper, closing your eyes.
He moans low, kissing you softly. “Good. I want you dripping with my seed.”
You press your forehead to his. “I love you,” you whisper.
He kisses you again, slower this time. “I love you more.”
Without pulling out of you, Taehyung shifts and his arms wrap under your thighs as he lifts you effortlessly, still knotted inside you. You gasp softly at the shift, your walls tightening around his knot with the change in angle. It draws another low moan from him as he settles back into the pillows with you straddling his lap.
“It really doesn’t go down right away, huh?” you whisper with a little breathless laugh.
“No. Not for a while.” His hands roam up your back and rest at your waist. “You’re not uncomfortable, are you?”
You shake your head. “No. I like it. I feel… full. Like you’re part of me.” Your body pulses softly around him.
He kisses you. “You are,” he whispers. “You’re mine now.”
Your whole body trembles as you collapse against him. Taehyung doesn’t move right away. Instead just holds you, one big hand stroking slowly down your back, the other cradling your hip. His cock is still buried deep inside you, heavy and hot, but instead of thrusting, he stays still, letting you melt against him. “I love you,” he murmurs finally, so soft you almost miss it. His thumb rubs gentle circles over your skin.
Your fingers trace over his shoulders, then his chest. His skin is still damp with sweat. “So what happens next?” you ask softly, “what happens after all this? After tonight?”
“I want you here. With me,” he says as his hand gently brushes your cheek. “But not just as my teacher. I want you beside me, as my partner. My mate.” He stops, looking deep into your eyes. “If that’s what you want.”
Your heart stutters, a different kind of warmth blooming beneath your skin. “I do,” you say. “I want everything. You, this planet, this life… us.”
“We’ll make it ours. Together.” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. “I’ll speak to my father tomorrow. Request the rites for the mating ceremony. If we’re doing this… I want to make it real. Official. The way our kind does.”
He pauses, eyes soft, and adds quietly, “And if you want a human wedding too, we can have that as well.”
He smiles and rests his forehead against yours. In that moment, you both know this is just the start of your life together.
