Hiya

ari - 25 - just a spot to put my sick little fantasies

[bigcockgothgf]

Your net feels heavier as you pull it back into your boat, grunting in frustration with each heave, bringing more of the woven line onto your small vessel as sweat already drenches your back. It hard work, work you can't pretend you don't hate, but the pay is good, and you don't mind the time you get to yourself. Though the company of someone soft and warm is a dream that haunts you each foggy morning, tenting your loose slacks and hardening your nipples under your open shirt.

You fear for a moment that it's some flotsam or some great clump of sea weed, but as the net grows more taught you feel a great struggle in it. A porpoise? A turtle? You hope to god it's just a marlin, not wanting to ruin the day of any innocent creature. With a final growl you haul the remainder of the line unto the deck, falling onto your back with a sigh, looking up and letting your draw drop as you see them.

Soft, in all the ways a lover should be; long, sea-green hair framing their round, friendly face. Lovely, bare breasts, heaving as they pant in exhaustion, wobbling slightly, perched atop a soft tummy that's comforting just to look at. A plump, bouncy rear that is inadvertently shown off as they struggle to get free, and the slightest peek at a puffy, inviting cleft between their thighs, a warm departure from the cold, brutal sea.

But as you look closer you begin to notice...oddities. hands and feet webbed together, patches of multicolored scales on their soft skin, vertical-slitted eyes, teeth a bit too sharp hidden behind plump, buttery lips. You open your mouth to speak, but before you can you hear her grunt in exertion. Just a grunt. A noise you make and hear on a constant basis, though maybe not so high pitched or soft. And yet it rings in your head, bouncing around the walls of your skull like a bullet, scrambling your brain. A rope of thin, hot pre-cum suddenly stains your pants and you notice how hot you are. A warmth has crept up on you, invading your breasts, your throbbing cock, even your full, heavy balls swinging between your legs. Even just the feeling of your nipples and cock rubbing against your thin clothes is enough to make you gasp.

You reach into your back pocket and pull out your shears, the creature is clearly in distress, you need to cut them free you need to-

The creature makes a sound of distress, in a language you don't speak, if it's any language at all. What did you need to do? It's suddenly too hard to remember, their voice occupying every thought. Why are you holding your shears? Was it always this hot? It's so hot for november. That's right, you were taking your clothes off weren't you? You set the shears aside and begin to strip down, the creature makes a sound of shock as they see your cock bounce free of your slacks, throbbing harder than you thought was possible, drooling pre-cum like a fountain. You hear their whimper and it racks your body, it wracks the boat, it sends a pulse through the entire sea. Your brain is a haze, there's nothing on the sea this foggy morning. No boat, no fish, nothing but you and them waltzing on the waves.

It doesn't seem like they're meaning to do this, as you approach nude from the waist down, they fight harder against the lines, but it doesn't matter. Millions of years of evolution have turned them and their kind's voice into an irresistible call to humans, something so deeply ingrained in both your nature and theirs that neither of you could hope to stop it. Normally they'd predate you, but this morning, you're the unwitting predator.

They cry out, attempting to turn from you and hop over the edge of the ship, but you're faster. You pin their arms over their head, their breasts pressing to cold deck as you slide your throbbing cock between their soft, warm cheeks, moaning and groaning in their ear. You feel so vocal, but your brain can't remember what order to put words in. Your brain can't remember anything except how to breed. The creature lets out a squeal as you guide your cock to their cunt. Puffy, soft lips envelop and kiss the throbbing head of your desire as you pant desperately, that squeal being all the push you needed to thrust your hips forward, sheathing your cock inside them, their plump ass jiggling from the impact of your hips meeting.

They're tight, so tight, too tight as your cock presses to their cervix. You let out an almost cute squeal of delight as you feel their silken, slick walls clench around you, trying to force you out as you invade them. They let out something between a moan and a scream, a desperate noise that knocks your head around and makes it hard to focus. All you can see is them, their plump ass, their soft back, their rounded shoulders and their flowing, sea-green hair.

You collapse on top of them, threading your fingers into their hair at the base of their scalp, holding on tight as you lift your hips, pulling back until only your throbbing tip remains inside their dripping cunt, before slamming your rod back into them with a gasp and a moan, another shot of pre-cum firing out of your cock and into their womb, your pent-up girl-cock driven to madness by their unwilling song.

You slowly work yourself into a rhythm, grunting each time your cock slams into their cunt like a battering ram. Your eyes are glued to the sight of your cock parting their plump, pink lips, their ass jiggling with the impact of each thrust. The sound of your heavy, full balls slapping against their thighs begins to keep tempo like a metronome, your grunts and gasps and moans starting to harmonize with the noises you're forcing out of the divine creature.

Your body wants more, your body needs more, your brain can't think of anything other than the beauty of the thing you're defiling. You flip them onto their back, spreading their legs and pushing them up, until their finned ankles rest beside their pointed ears. You thrust back into them as they cry out, their tits and soft tummy jiggling from the furious impact, your cock reaching deeper and thrusting harder with the added leverage. You lean down, pressing your lips to theirs and forcing them to part as your tongue slips inside. They taste like seasalt and fresh fruit. Your tempo begins to accelerando as their walls clench around you again, the clapping of your full balls against their ass now a constant, rapid staccato as you ravage them relentlessly. You pull your lips from theirs and for a moment your mouths are connected my thin, glistening strand of saliva before it breaks. They look up at you, tears in their eyes as they start to moan deeper, harder, no longer whimpering and grunting, but belting out long, sustained, vibrato notes as you stretch their warm, tight hole into the shape of your womanhood.

Their toes curl, still held up beside their ears, you can feel their walls begin to constrict and milk your throbbing, twitching cock. They start repeating something, a desperate, sexual sound that you can't understand, but it kneads your mind like a lump of dough, until finally they let out a long, loud squeal as their cunt clamps down on you, their plump lips quivering, their hips bucking, they try to hold back their voice but they can't, and they scream as they cum around your cock, a spray of water drenching your hips and thighs as they try and fail to fight against the orgasm,their pussy greedily milking you in direct disobedience of their brain.

Unlike them, you don't fight it. As their plush, heavenly walls stroke your throbbing cock you pound into them harder, forcing their orgasm into another, immediate release, into another, into another until their body is wracked in a rolling orgasm, your cock pulsing and twitching until you let out a triumphant howl, planting your hips firmly against theirs, the quivering tip of your cock kissing their cervix, before finally rope after rope of hot, thick girl-cum is forced into their womb. Your hips pull back and slam in with separated, shallow thrusts, each one punctuated by a heavy slap and a rope of potent seed. If the creature can be impregnated by you, they have, their eyes shooting wide as they try and say something, instead just moaning as they feel their womb swell from the inhuman amount of seed being pumped into them.

You aren't sure how long it's been. Your last memory, the sun was rising, and now the full moon hangs over your boat, shining a spotlight on both your tired bodies. Slow, loud claps echo across the still sea. The creature has been freed from the nets, though how and when are a mystery to you. Their body is covered in small, clear bruises, not coincidentally the size of your fingertips. Both of your waists are a mess; your legs are shaking, struggling to support your weight as you continue roughly pumping in and out of their cunt. Thick, hot ropes of seed coat not only both of your genitals, but your thighs, the deck, and nearly the creature's entire body. They lay limply under you, their chest slowly rising and falling, their mouth slightly parted, your warm cum dripping from between their plump lips. You watch as your cock reappears as you pull back, then disappears as you slam it back into their unconscious body. Another orgasm shakes your body, curling your toes. Your hands shoot to their cum-drenched tits, roughly groping them as your cock pulses inside them. You try to moan but your voice is far too hoarse; you try to ride out your orgasm but your hips are far too tired. Instead you cling to the creature, panting and gasping as your load is pumped into them, pushing out more of your seed as you fill them up for what must be dozenth time at least. You're amazed at how much is pumped into them, swelling their soft stomach, but at last it seems that you've been fully spent. You fall back onto the deck, admiring their stretched-out, cream-filled holes one last time before fatigue takes you, and you collapse, unconscious.

When you awaken again, you hear the crying of gulls and the bustle of the docks. The sun is beating down on your now fully-clothed body as you look up at it from the deck. The mess that you had so ravenously made is gone, as is the odd creature. In it's place you see a net, stuffed full of more fish than was ever caught in these waters. You sleepily try to make sense of the events in your mind, reaching into your back pocket to grab your shears and undo the tangled mass of line...only to find it replaced by a single sea shell.

You think you'll fish in those waters again tomorrow morning too.

[konoko]

[sexting] tell me you won't leave me

[veronicathegoddess]

want him to hold his gun to my head and make me beg him to force himself on me as an exchange for him not taking my life

[tonycries]

The Duke and I - N.K.

Synopsis. Dearest gentle reader, it is with great pride that we introduce this season’s most eligible bachelor, Duke Nanami Kento. However, ladies be warned, rumors swirl that our most gallant gentleman already has his eyes (and hands) set on a particular chambermaid. You.

Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!chambermaid!reader, duke!Nanami, BRIDGERTON AU, duke x chambermaid, slight social clashes, he’s SO in love, courting, face-sítting (fem rec.), squírting, spítting, he’s FÉRAL, fíngering, overstím, breaking furniture, dóggy, “just the típ”, manhandIing, HEADLOCKS, creampíes, tummy buIges, chokíng, dúmbifícation, PÚSSYDRÚNK Nanami, the ton, proposals, happy ending, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 9.0k

A/N. To that one nonnie that made it impossible NOT to think about this…

“And who–pray tell, is that fine gentleman, Shoko?”

“Who?”

“Him.” 

It was like watching a parade, of sorts.

Monarchs upon nobles upon countless upper-class elites filtering in and out of the royal palace. Each with a long, satin gown fluttering about, or men with glinting medals that likely cost more than four lifetimes of your wages. 

Debutante season had commenced. 

And as part of the Queen’s chambermaids, it was your duty to pain-stakingly welcome each special guest deemed worthy of attending her highness’s garden parties. 

Which is why - almost on instinct - you’d snapped your head towards the clip-clop! of a carriage steadying to a halt by the hedge-archway entrance. Catching just a flash of sleek blond, who…

Before the footmen swing open the carriage doors, and out steps the most handsome man you’ve ever seen in your entire life-

“Oh, him. That’s Duke Nanami Kento.” Shoko drawls underneath her breath, dipping into synchronized curtsy alongside the household staff. “And he’s staring intently right at you.”

Honestly, Shoko might be one of the Queen’s most favored healers- but you really think she’s been neglecting the health of her eyes lately. Daring to elbow her in the side, “Don’t jest!”

She snickers, and you’re sure you detect the nearby daughter of a merchant family haughtily sniff your way—“I do no such thing.” Though, not for too long, fortunately for the two of your necks, because just then Duke Nanami’s stepping into clear view of the party - and you’d never glimpsed so many aristocratic mouths drop.

So many ladies (and some gentlemen) fluster, and so many older heads of families water at the mouth like they’d just spotted the most delectable prey. 

Understandable, however.

Because if Nanami was thoroughly agreeable to your eyes in the few peeks you’d stolen at him- then he was almost other-wordly now.

With the most charming, tidy golden hair pushed back, a few curls coiling at the nape of his high collar. A towering stature that made even the most accomplished generals hunch in on themselves, and you nearly audibly gulp at the broad flex of his arms within his navy jacket. Stern. Stoic. 

His molten, intense eyes peek over thin-rimmed glasses at the buzzing guests ahead, and you swear that they begin to stray somewhere near you—

“Heavens! Must I repeat myself, you common scullion?”

Ah, at the way Marquess Zenin Naoya was saddled right behind you and spitting hellfire, surely. 

You rush to bend into an apologetic bow, so low that the knobs of your spine start to ache- “Please forgive my impudence, My Lord-”

“Have you nothing between your ears but lint?” He’s growling, spindly hands tightening on his empty goblet of wine until you hear the silver material creak. And it’s hitting you right then n’ there that in your haste to ogle Duke Nanami, you must have failed to heed Naoya’s calls for more drink-

He turns his sharp profile to the side and spits on a patch of clean-cut grass, “A servant that knows not her place is no better than dirt. What do you gawk at like so?” 

“N-nothing, My Lord.”

And you can only watch, in slow-motion terror, as Naoya flicks his beady gaze behind you- and his sour face tenses at the vision of the tall newcomer that’d easily - and very obviously - ousted his mantle as the most eligible bachelor present. “That ol’ duke? Heh- dreaming that he’d bed a wench, did you?”

“Forgive me, sir, it was not my intent to give offence.” You’re breathing out, first clenching as you feel the withering looks that were starting to prop up around you two. Everybody loved a scandal. Trembling hands reaching out for his cup, “I-if you would allow me to just refill-”

“Don’t touch me!”

CLANG!

It happens all at once. 

The heavy goblet clatters to the floor, a warm chest nuzzles your back, and a strong hand was locked right around Naoya’s raised wrist. Right before he could strike. 

“It seems her highness’s liquor is exceptionally strong.” Nanami’s deep baritone sounds above your head and makes your skin bead with a blanket of goosebumps. 

And it’s slightly husky. So attractive. 

Especially when he’s tilting his head down so close, something primal in his eyes that made it feel like he was on the very verge of devouring you whole. Right there in the middle of the bustling garden party. Humming sternly, “Yuji, please escort our impaired marquess somewhere ah…quieter.”

“Y-yes, Nanamin- I mean, Your Grace!”

You’re watching, speechless, as a younger boy with the most vibrant head of pink locks runs up from behind and grabs onto both of Naoya’s shoulders to bodily steer him away from you.

He must have been stronger than he looked, clearly, because the proud heir was being lugged away like a sack of potatoes no matter how much he squirmed and fought - much to the amusement of the party-dwellers. And you.

But you’re quick to bite back your startled laughter once you’re realizing that Nanami Kento was still holding onto you. And not just stood behind- you must have stumbled amidst all the commotion because he had a large hand gripped onto your hip to steady you.

You were in his arms. 

Gasping, “O-oh.” You couldn’t have broken off faster from him, knees strangely weak as you’re forcing them into yet another curtsy, “I am so-”

“My deepest apologies, Honorable Miss.” The duke beats you to it, a strange smile playing along his stern lips as he bends into an even deeper bow. “I should have asked prior to touching a lady.”

“A-a lady!” You’re squawking, in what was most definitely an unladylike manner. Hands wringing to gesture him to straighten as much as you could without it being seen as defiance against one of the crème de la crème of nobility. “I assure you I am no such thing, Your Grace.”

Just then he kisses the back of your hand in greeting, “Please, call me ‘Nanami’- or ‘Kento’, should you wish, ma’am.”

“It- it is beneath you to be designated that by me-”

“I insist.”

And if everyone here was watching the upending chaos before, then they simply couldn’t remove their eyes by now. 

Whilst Nanami - still bowed - only tilted his head up with a smile, looking at you through his long, pale lashes.

You lift the humble fabrics of your working dress, a thick, dark-colored wool that marked you different from the tittering daughters of the upper-class. “B-but I am only in service to her highness.”

“Is that so?” And you’re breathing a sigh of relief as he stands back to his broad, proud figure- finally, he’s understood and would prance off as all young bachelors did to- “For I only gaze upon the most beautiful lady that has graced the floor this evening, and my blessed gaze.”

What?

“Have a charmed night-” Nanami has a dimple- he has a dimple that winks from the side of his grin as he turns and nods down with the velvety brim of his hat. “-My Lady.”

My Lady.

Utahime’s hands clap down on your rigid shoulders. “Sole heir to the Nanami fortune. Rich, handsome, aware when to cease talking.” Her low whistle rings in the air- tinged with such scandal, “Fiend seize it! I should hasten to practice your new title then, Duchess Nanami.”

“You have a lamentable deficiency in wit-”

Utahime, reputably sensible tutor to the offspring of the royal ladies-in-waiting, and known blockhead around your little trio. “And you have a lamentable deficiency in eyesight.” Sighing, “The look he bestowed upon you, my dear…”

“Or would it be ‘My Lordliness.’” Shoko croons in as well, sipping on a flute of bubbly champagne definitely not meant for her. “Oh-so-beautiful wife of Duke Nanami-”

“Attend to your duties!”

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Dearest gentle reader,

It has come to my attention - and certainly to that of all the ladies who frequent the halls of Mayfair - something for which you should do well to brace your hearts. Whispers spread that the most eligible bachelor of the season, gentle Duke Nanami Kento, erupted quite the scandal during her majesty’s garden soirée by fixing his much sought-after attentions upon none other than a humble chambermaid. 

Yes, you read that correctly, dear reader. For someone reputed in the upper echelons of society for being as stoic as he is handsome, Duke Nanami shares his first spark of interest as he searches for a bride this season.

So heed this author’s advice; as the famed noble resides in the royal palace for the rest of his stay, keep an eye about. For you may just be lucky to be named Duchess of the House of Nanami.

Yours Truly,

Lady Whistledown.

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“This is preposterous!”

“It is absolute truth-”

“It is a sham is what it is.” You’re nearly crying out as you shove Lady Whistledown’s latest scandal sheet back into Shoko’s arms. “He- the duke never fixed his attentions on me.”

And your best friend didn’t spare you a word, only a long, narrowed stare of her intelligent eyes that made your stomach twist. 

Did Nanami fix his- no. While you and Shoko huddled into a hidden alcove within the sprawling walls of the palace to read the latest on-dit gossip, you smacked yourself back into reality. 

The nobility often did have nothing much to entertain themselves with outside of fanning scandal. He was powerful. He was attractive. And he has as many prospects as there were knights in this palace, surely!

Because - of course, for the universe did love to laugh at your expense - he’d taken residency in the palace until the season ended, as one of the Queen’s guests. 

Days later you could count every look, every smile, every bow- goodness, there was that one time that you’d been placing cutlery along the winding royal dinner table. Only for Nanami’s engulfing fingertips to brush against yours and make your skin scorch with his whisper, “Thank you, my lady.”

You’re almost befogged why that wasn’t splashed across Lady Whistledown’s writing- chambermaid loses her wits, hear ye!

“Wh-whichever way one looks at it.” You’re stammering out, realizing that you’d been quiet for much too long. “His grace is simply raising some kind of mischief.”

“Certainly.” She was not certain.

“Just you wait- by the end of this season, Duke Nanami will be married to a lady of high standing and I shall–”

“Be disengaged?” That wasn’t the monotone, sarcastic voice of your longest friend.

It was something masculine, something amused. And it was emanating right from the open space of the corridor reading up to the alcove. 

You don’t have to turn your head to realize who it is - Nanami Kento. 

Though, you do turn anyway. And you almost regret it when you’re stuck by the sheer intensity of his stare, of his face leaned down so close. So intimately that you can’t stop yourself from flitting a sharp glance down at his plush, curving pink lips. 

Perhaps Lady Whistledown wasn’t all that wrong - especially about him being handsome…

“Apologies for startling you, ma’am.” Nanami cuts your traitorous thoughts short by slowly tilting something flat and cream-colored in one hand. “Permit me to explain- will you hopefully be disengaged to attend the upcoming Royal Diamond Ball? Perhaps?”

You’re bowing, confused. “Y-yes, Your Grace. I shall be of service during her highness’s ball.”

It was only the most anticipated assembly this entire year, the annual gathering right in the Queen’s Great Hall to announce the diamond of the season. 

And in only a week, every single servant of the palace was to work themselves to the bone - welcoming, chaperoning, making note of the newly-made unions to titter over much later. 

“Ah, allow me to clarify.” Rubbing a free hand behind his neck, the famed Nanami Kento almost looks…sheepish. “What I meant was- might you be disengaged to…” Staring right at you, hypnotic. “-join me?”

“…What?”

“Of course, it would be no trouble at all if you can not spare a moment, I should be happy to merely converse with you.”

It slips out- “Th-that’s madness. All those ladies-in-waiting-”

Then he’s clasping your hands, he’s pressing the invitation in- but, more importantly, he’s holding you. “And yet, I would like nothing more than the pleasure of your company.” Close. Too close. His breath wafts your lips, “I hope this is not too forward of me. But should you let yourself, trust that I will take care of everything, My Lady.”

And just as soon as you think he’ll kiss you - how uncouth (though, you admittedly wouldn’t complain) - he bends at the waist to gently grasp your hand. 

“Everything.” Whispering a soft kiss into the back, Nanami lingers his lips - his gaze - for a long while. “I await eagerly for your word.”

He’s gone almost as softly, and sweetly, as he’d appeared.

Taking with him the scent of golden caramel, and the racing beat of your heart. You swear you’d have been stuck within the alcove staring behind his muscular back until nightfall had it not been for Shoko.

“So…” She plasters a wry smile once you’re turning her way, invitation trembling in your grip. And you’re noticing that upon its envelope dazzles swooping calligraphy of your name, almost certainly written by him. “Would you prefer ‘Your Gracefulness’ or ‘Duchess Nanami’?”

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Dearest gentle reader,

The ton is abuzz as her majesty the Queen’s Royal Diamond Ball nears closer. And the sole heir to the house of Nanami is certainly no exception. 

This author hears directly from a reputable source within her highness’s Chamberlain Office that Duke Nanami Kento was uncharacteristically fastidious in securing himself an extra invitation. Most claim this as confirmation of his grace’s dedication to finding a bride, most also claim they’d seen the aforementioned, infamous chambermaid being handed it.

Take care of artifice; but such intrigue of a commoner attending the most prestigious ball of the year may be much more than my readers may be able to bear.

So, ladies, grab your finest gowns and shortest shawls to make haste for a chance to snag the eligible bachelor’s heart once and for all this season! And I shall, of course, be in attendance to report on all the scandals that unfold.

Yours Truly,

Lady Whistledown.

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“I look…”

“Enchanting.” Utahime nods. 

“I was thinking more toad-eaten.” You have to mentally remind yourself to close your maw and do your very best not to gape at the reflection in the decadent mirror displayed in front of you. 

Despite your words, even you couldn’t deny that the deep, sapphire-encrusted gown you were donning made you look every bit the noblewoman that you weren’t. Its Empire waist snugly crowning the flowing muslin, sleeves fashionably puffed, with tasteful gold jewelry that you wouldn’t have so much as dared to look at let alone be dolled-up into.

It was made for you.

Quite literally. Utahime had been the one to write your letter of acceptance to Duke Nanami (after shrieking herself hoarse in excitement first.) And through a week of hushed conversation with his grace, the ball evening had crept up closer and you had an army of modistes and maids knocking at your servants’ quarters.

Scrubbing you raw, painting your face, slipping you into a dress he’d ordered tailored to your exact measurements- how did he even know?

Shoko had to let you use her office, and she was deriving her payment back for it by beaming at the sight of you. “And I was thinking more Duchess of the house of Nanami-”

“Cease!”

“Ah, so you observe? You are noble in all but title already.”

Whilst Shoko and Utahime - the traitors - burst out into peels of laughter, you’re left fiddling with the silken coverings of your gloves. “You…you don’t suppose he’s making a mockery out of me, after all?”

That makes them quieten down, and Utahime hugs your shoulders in a way that thoroughly displeases the attendants and their ruffles. “You shine everyone else down, my dear. He should be lucky to have such a lovely date this evening.”

“Quite so.” Shoko nods, “And should he dare fool around, I have long sought a specimen upon whom to test my latest scalpel-”

“Shoko!”

“Do let me join.”

“U-um, ehem.” The tense, honestly frightened clearing of Itadori, his protégé’s, throat cuts your morbid conversation short. And as he looks at you, the poor boy blushes- whispering something shapes strangely like a little—“Divine.”

Before you know it, you’re being escorted down the high-ceiling corridor just as you’d always watched the sisters and wives of nobility being guided so. 

It’s a pathway more than familiar to you, yet seems so foreign once you approach the grand, imposing double doors opened to the ballroom. It was a magnificent thing; one of the Queen’s proudest possessions - with diamond chandeliers that dripped yellow light like a second sun, and a grand polished staircase kissing down from the doorway to a dance floor at the bottom.

Faint orchestra and chatter tainting the sparkling atmosphere, you breathe in nervously and even the flower-scented air seems too expensive for you.

Itadori hands the chief footman your invitation - something that makes the latter’s bushy eyebrows raise as he recognizes your name. And then the boy squeezes your hand before he leaves you off at the edge of the entrance, “His grace will be utterly bewitched, My Lady. He already is.”

Oh- what?

In the blink of an eye, he’s melted back into the crowd of other youngsters networking outside. And with nearly every guest already inside - you could only descend.

Down.

Down.

Down, the massive carpeted staircase- and it felt like every pair of eyes were on you. Most stopping mid-dance. Some whispering behind their fans. 

And one, Nanami Kento, staring at you breathless and awestruck where he’d been politely conversing with the Queen herself, and a gaggle of entranced admirers. But he only had eyes for you.

Almost frozen. Almost shocked-

Enough so that your satin-covered feet were just a few steps away from reaching down to the marble ballroom floor before you’re thinking of turning right back around and running-

“You.” A hand on your wrist, a soft pair of lips on the back of your hand. Nanami Kento had broken through just about every rule of aristocracy to storm through packs of nobles and catch your wrist before you escaped. 

And when he kisses you, it felt like he was finally breathing for the first time after years. “I had- I had not dared to hope that you would truly appear.” Staring at you through thick, golden lashes as he bends deeper into a bow. “You have honored me with the presence of the most beautiful lady to ever grace these floors.”

Languidly, you’re twisting your body back to face him - to face the crowd - and the way that the distracted orchestra has to begin their slow quadrille from the top, several teary debutantes looking between you and Nanami before shoving their faces into their fans, and even Lord Naoya was casting great attention.

Muttering.

‘Might I inquire as to that lady? Does she have prospects-’

‘Do tell- is it true what Lady Whistledown’s paper said- Bollocks! I wanted to bed Duke Nanami.’

‘My, the chambermaid? The scandal! Oh, but they are a most remarkably striking pair…’

You’re gasping when you catch a glimpse of her highness shifting on her throne to peer over curiously. Nanami had authority- but this?

Gulping, “Is this…is this folly really alright?”

“Oh, My Lady.” He fixes you with a lingering look, “For you, nothing would be folly. May I have this dance?” 

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“M-mmm, Your Grace-”

“What did I tell you, My Lady?” Nanami’s hot, simmering pant tingles your lips as he’s lavishing you with the swirling edge of his tongue. “Call me Kento.”

And you didn’t have any reason not to.

Well, first of all you two were far, far from any of the prying eyes of the ball by now - tucked away inside the empty, luxurious royal office allocated to him by the Queen. And then he had you pushed against the corner of the wide mahogany table in the middle- hands fisted into your gown, mouth searing against yours. 

Nanami flicks the slimy edge of his tastebuds between your spit-glossed maw and groans once you’re eagerly sucking. Gasping. Heaving. “O-open your mouth.”

You’d just made the stern, stoic Duke Nanami stutter. And the thought itself is enough for you to knit your brows together and unhinge your jaw even further, “Like this?”

“Wider.”

“Mmm- like-” A glittery ribbon of saliva slicks down the corner of your lips the moment he’s parting his plump, puckered mouth and kissing you in a way you’d never even heard of. “-this?”

So primal. So heated. He’s huffing out a clouded breath through his flared nostrils, and you’re all but melting with each sleazy scour of his tongue. 

“Yeah, wider. Lest I be thought ungentlemanly-” With a thumb latching onto the point of your chin, he has one hand angling your face, and the other curving ‘round your waist to support your weakening knees easily. “Suck on my tongue, ma’am.”

Kissing you and kissing you like he’s parched and every drop of sweet, syrupy water was just drooling from your mouth.

Your whirling head barely even realizes when Nanami has you softly falling back onto the frigid surface of the table. Splayed out completely. His beefy forearm eases the impact, mouth decorating with a few strings of spittle when he’s pulling back with a dampened pwah!

Lungs still clouding out in scorching breezes, “If you would allow it, My Lady.” And you’re whimpering when the doughy mountain of his palm comes rovering down your front. Not resting for a split-second until it was right between your poor legs- “I confess, not a morsel crossed my lips throughout the ball- and I find myself quite famished.”

You’re gasping, trying to close your legs- but it’s like his palm was glued to your drivelling core. Hungry. Desperate. “B-but it is beneath your touch to do such a thing-”

“You’re never beneath my touch.” You swear you catch him look down at your clothed cunt and gulp. Fawny irises dark and dilated, “Never.”

And almost as if he’s proving his point, his free, left hand clasps around your own and flies down gingerly to the absolutely massive bulging tenting Nanami’s trousers.

Oh.

He groans.

Oh.

And he’s looking at you through narrowed, predatory eyes- words so gentle even though the way the thick cylindrical curve of his erection was anything but. “See how you make me?” And with a teary nod, your hips find themselves bucking- “Witness how you- ah.”

Rutting. 

So carnally, with your gown and chemise falling back, it makes Nanami snap his half-lidded eyes down at you like he’d just stumbled upon a five-course meal. A predator blood-thirsty for prey.

Drooling in a thin, slow trail, he hastily wipes it away like a gentleman. He wasn’t just famished - he was starved. 

And by the way his touch shakes ever-so-slightly on your body, it’s a damn miracle that he hasn’t just lost it right now. “We wouldn’t want to waste your talents on just my hand, ma’am.”

Before you can even begin to wonder what his cryptic words meant, Nanami’s making use of the years of his noble training in combat.

Flipping your two positions, laying himself out on the far table, clinging onto your squirming waist to seat you right above his heavily respiring mouth. With your chemise tugged off with one hand, he’s stealing a good look at your naked, geysering pussy and moaning–

“I-I really am quite famished.”

And his voice breaks.

Making you jerk your hips in a slight gyration- unsure where to rest. “Wh-what are you going to- oh.” Whimpering, once he’s planting a firm kiss near the inner parts of your thighs where slick travelled like an adhesive sheen. Only pushing your gown to bunch upwards, “Please!”

“I shall be having my dinner, My Lady.” Lurching you ever-closer, he had your knees straddling each side of his face and it still wasn’t close enough. “Bon appétit.”

All five of his coarse fingerpads digging into the cheeks of your ass, he flicks his wrist and drags you straight into the gaping cavern of his maw. His glistening tongue was propped out just right to spank the surface of your pussylips on his tastebuds. 

“A-ah.” Thighs trembling, it feels so strangely and erotically wet with him salivating all over. 

He feels a slippery splosh of your juices leak from your slit and straight into his gullet, the creamy taste flooding up his tongue. “O-ohhh–” Savoring. “Has anyone ever made you feel like hah- this?”

“N-not at all, Your Gr-”

“Kento.”

“K-Kento–!” It’s all that you can squeal when the flexible tendril of his muscle crowns your hole and you’re seeing stars. His tongue is just so long n’ girthy that it makes your poor, filthy entrance clench when he’s slipping just an inch inside. “Fuck- n-ngh- fuck–!”

“Charmed you’re enjoying, ma’am.” And he sounds so genuinely elated - breathy, shaken - at the pretty moans falling from your mouth like music. 

Though, it’s not enough.

It might never be enough, so the duke can only prop up slightly on one of his strong elbows just to angle his mouth into the perfect French kiss with your cunt. Slapping his tongue right over the puffy folds of your pussy, he’s licking and licking each stray bead of slick bubbling out of you until you’re all tender and glossy.

Only then is he wafting his right thumb vertically down your cute slit, “Though, not to overwork my dear lady- but might you mind lending me a…hand?”

You’re snapping your head down so fast that your chin knocks against your heaving chest, “Wh-what do you need, Your- ah, Kento?”

“Oh, nothing much, my darling. Just…” Tilting his head, Nanami’s rendering you stupidly dizzy each time he twists the callused knob of his thumb in and out of your folds. “Spit in my mouth.”

“Wh-would that be appropriate?” He was filthy.

Feral. “I would love nothing more.”

And he meant it- he truly, completely, and utterly meant it. You’re watching his prominent Adam’s apple bob greedily once the bead of pearly saliva bubbles between your lips and dead-on into his mouth. Only swirlin’ inside for a mere second before spitting right back into your polished cunt. Hard. 

Letting the fat wad slip between your lips, and Nanami doesn’t waste a single second before pushing his rugged middle finger inside your hole. 

“There we go.” Gazing in pure lecherous wonderment at the way your needy ring of muscle was swallowing him up, every single solid inch right down to his mountainous knuckle. What a tight fit. “There- there, atta girl.”

“It just feels so- ngh- so-” You don’t even know how to control yourself, hips jerking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth until the globes of your ass strike his chin and make you keen. “Ah!”

“Eeeeeasy does it, ma’am.” 

And he’s still grunting your name out with that title- even as he’s pryin’ apart your bloated lips and sticking in yet another digit. The fat ends of his index swiping across, engraving his family signet ring against your very walls-

“This is only a prelude, darling.” You’re flinching at the chilling scrape of the band on his second finger, and he grins. Glueing that very grin against your throbbing clit, he spits again- “Only just getting started.”

“Fuck- fuck!” Going against every policy you’d learned in polite society, you’re throwing your hips back and gyrating out looong sloppy drags of your cunt. 

Straight from the treacly base of your pussy to where Nanami was nuzzling your sensitive clit with his nose. Again. And again and again- the duke’s kiss-bitten lips were burning and he’s still craning his neck for more. Panting, “Make a mess of me, My Lady. S’what I’m hah- here for.”

“N-ngh, it feels so gooood, Kento.”

And you don’t even have any inhibitions about that little slip-up of titles anymore, back arching into a perfect curvy ‘S’ shape at the way he’s salivating all over your pussy.

Rovering the ridged edges of his tongue in a cutesy lil’ heart over your clit, pressing down just enough pressure on it like a button. And it’s exactly what he needs to make you gasp, your hole winking- so that he can easily slide-slide-sliiide a third finger in with a resonating squelch!

“So wet. So divine.” He’s groaning at the sight of you suckling in on him and all his inches. Fitted in so deeply that your orifice is struggling to even squeeze, thighs clamping over his sweaty temples. Feeling inside you. Searching. “I must ask that you ruin me, darlin’. Ride me faster.”

Thighs aching, breaths shortening. His metal glasses thump the scorching front of your cunt and you whine. 

“Faster.”

“P-pleeease!”

It’s like he’s ravaging your pussy with his thrusts, blond brows furrowing in so tight as he’s leaning in even closer. Tuggin’ apart your folds, he’s discovering every sleek, leaking inch of your cunt like he didn’t have enough time. Never would.

And it’s with only spank after spank of his metallic ring that he’s somehow skidding it right down your saccharine walls and directly into your g-spot. “H-here.”

“There.” Even with the kaleidoscope of tears dazzling your vision, you can make out the completely pussydrunken grin that smears across his face. 

Rutting up against the swollen slope of your pussy, he laps up every sodden ounce of slick that escapes you once he hits his slimy target. “With greater fervour now, My Lady.” Your throat clogs up every time he reels his fingerpads down to the curvaceous edges and slams back in. “Harder-”

You grip onto the straight ends of his deltoids, flexing with muscular strength. “I-I’m not sure if that is possible-”

“Do not be gentle with me.” And it almost sounds like a command. Though he’s acting upon it like it’s a complete beg- swerving his palm to sticky clammily onto your left ass cheek and pushing you. “Let yourself hah- go. Give me all of you, I beg.”

You had the most powerful, stoic duke of all the season begging. 

And he needed it- he was toying with the lacy circle of your garter and snapping it down onto your flesh with a flick of his fingers. 

Only to make you wetter.

So wet with sappy, meady slick that he’s gulping down like his favorite liquor- splashing down between his lips and making him more n’ more inebriated by the second. 

Glasses still on. Pumping his hips up into the empty air, all he could do was fuck his fingers into your hotly-glossed walls and pretend he’s doing it all with his aching cock. “Do you think you can handle a fourth, darling?”

Gasping, “P-perhaps-”

“Then…brace yourself…”

You couldn’t brace yourself. You couldn’t even intake a steady breath even if you tried. 

Because while you’re perching your dripping pussy near the line of his straight nosebridge, Nanami’s slipping in the coiled edge of his lengthy tongue. Not his fingers. His tongue. 

In addition to all he was rummaging your melty insides with, he swabs over the texture of his tastebuds down where you were the most delicate and strokes his tongue inside—

“Sh-shit- shit shit shit-” Your mouth juts out into such an adorable pout that makes the man beneath you thrusts his rugged hips upwards. “I-I think I’m…close, Kento.”

“S’that so? Gonna cum?”

So difficult to even breathe when he’s strobing his fingertips down your bulging g-spot, already battered and bruised with the slamming impacts. With the way he swats the side of your thighs stinging with your garter, “Mhm—hck!”

Probin’ every velvety nook and cranny with his touch, Nanami can’t have you on his weeping cock so he’s twisting all his three- now four fingers, and his tongue inside until his wrist aches. His jaw strained. Tastebuds raw, just as much as your pussy was.

“The orchestra is playing, you can be as loud as your heart desires. Say the words, ma’am- I beg of you to please just hah! say the words.”

It makes your vulnerable lips tremble just to formulate the next few scandalous words, never before having been so fucked-out. “Y-yes. Yes, please. Gonna…cum.”

And you swear that the ever-sensible Nanami Kento is gurgling out a wet giggle right between the space of your puffy pussylips, sending white-hot shockwaves down your bowed spine. “I would be-” He wetly gasps out, before slapping his handsome features right back down. 

Addicted. He can’t even move. 

“I would- hah- I would be quite-” And his spectacles dig in deep until the metal surface sizzles against your core, pushing and pushing himself back. His tongue’s going wild, stirring around with the wettest slurps. “I would be quite offended if you didn’t, my love.”

He doesn’t just mutter the words - he’s biting them right ‘round the perky knob of your clit. Teething his glinting canines just hard enough while he’s slipping his tongue back out - right on time, right at the very second to tastefully receive the way you throw your head back and squirt.

Hot. Hard.

It feels like your entire body’s caught on fire and no matter how much you’re slobbering your hips to the front n’ back, it only makes the sensation worse. 

Your eyes water, mouth hanging open stupidly. “Yes- yes yes yes yes- I’m cumming-” Thighs trembling down upon either side of his eardrums at the friction- tight, and he doesn’t even care. “I-I’m cumming.”

“Squirting, My Lady.” Nanami corrects you, gently. Though, it’s a fucking miracle he even had the patience to considering that he’s gasping and panting for air but only pushin’ himself closer to the oodles of cute slick seeping out from you. 

He doesn’t even care. 

Doesn’t even need air- not when he can perk his head just right and push against your thighs. Wide maw unfastened gluttonously ajar to let the thick trickles of sap drip into his mouth after each zap! of bliss. Drowning him. 

Mouth sagging further open, lungs screaming at him. So many bucketloads of syrupy sweet sap that sprays his features until they’re all glittery. “Squirt- oh. You’re- ngh-”

And something’s breaking at the back of his throat when he’s roaming his dexterous, looong tongue between the plumpness of your pussylips, and you’re taking him in so easily.

Overstimulated till you can let off only whines n’ sobs when he’s lazily dabbing his way inside your quivering hole. 

“I’m so ruined, Kento.” Riding and riding. He wanted you to use him and you were- “It feels s-so strange.” The peak of your high was one big wave, and it tingles underneath your skin and makes your eyes roll. 

Never - even during all those long, lonely nights with your hand slipped underneath the covers - did it ever feel like this. Never were you leaking your essence this much, with your sappy juices falling all down the sides of his rosy red lips. “Never f-felt this ngh- way before, Ken.”

And that makes him groan.

Slowly, gingerly - almost like it hurt for him to detach his hungry lips with yours, he’s pulling you off with one hand stuck to your hips. Surging backwards with- no, he can’t surge backwards.

The duke’s planting one more firm kiss onto your cunt, open-mouthed. And then jerking back- and forth. Another kiss. Another repeat until about five times later and he’s finally ready to say goodbye to your sweet, overspilling pussy. 

But he’s not done with his little show- oh, the moment you’re finally spying a good, long look at him, you think you might cum again from just that.

Because Nanami Kento was ruined - blond hair astray, spectacles drooping down his nose, your pussy juices worn all over from the apples of his blushin’ cheeks down to his jawline like a lewd medal.

Waterfalling between the curves of his pectorals, gleaming wherever his pale skin was flushed. He looked as if there was a part of him that was feverish - barely even registering what he’s doing once he’s tugging off his slick-glazed glasses and sucking those pearly beads off of the frame.

Licking his completely wet glasses clean, Nanami tilts his head with a grin like he’s never been more accomplished. “I only live to please you, ma’am.”

“But that’s not fair.” You huff out a stubborn breath, shuffling down his tall body to try and cup the bulging outline between his legs that almost looked painful. “I, too, wish to-”

“Tonight is not the night, I’m hah- afraid.” He’s cleanly cutting off both your plea and your palm. Instead bringing up your shaky hand to kiss the inside of your wrist. Gloves off, his eyes primal and dead set on you. “I could never ask you to get on your knees. Tonight, I only ask that you let me drive you wild, darling. Let me devour you whole.”

And he meant it.

Oh, within sultry seconds Nanami was moving himself off of the tabletop and standing adjacent. Tall. Strong. Not letting you lift a single finger before he loops two hands underneath your thighs and draaaags you to the very edge.

Moistened thighs pasting to his obliques, “Pray, allow me to see to it. To everything.”

And you just wanted to rip the gossamer fabric of your dress off, but Nanami was oh-so-delicate with his hands all over you. Even though he’s fitting himself animalistically between your lewd legs and rutting-

“Why-” His breath catches once your petticoat and stocking are peeled off, both thumbs spreading your swollen pussylips like a lotus. Completely exposed now. “-hello, my love.”

Your mouth parts when you’re realizing that he’s not just talking to you- he’s talking to your cunt. Maw stretched into a smile so utterly lovin’, Nanami keeps that same dopey grin on as he’s leering his face down to spit. 

Again.

“Please, Kento.” You’re bucking your hips up impatiently, still shaky with the aftershocks of your high but you wanted more more more. Needed it. “P-put it in.”

He groans- oh, was it him that taught your sweet mouth to say those words. Corrupting you with every second he’s drawing soppy circles on your wet outer pussy, the duke can only tear down his dress coat and his trousers. Careful with yours but he was ripping his own clothes off. “As you wish, my darling.”

It’s just then that he’s finishing tugging down his sensually tight breeches—and you’re drinking in all of him. And fuck- was it a sight only for your most light-skirted dreams.

Because Nanami Kento was naturally chiseled, to the point where you could count each of his eight washboard abs. Every dip and muscular curve of his hardened front just tensed when the cool air hit him, leading a path of gold along his middle. 

A light happy trail down, down, down to where his red n’ aching cock sat heavily, so hard that his bulging tip looked just about ready to burst. Eight maybe even nine inches long, and so girthy that it made your mouth drop as if you wanted him fitted inside already. 

 You’re watching as his pre-glazed tip only coats an even more glistening layer of sap at your sinful attention. Trickling all the way down to his tightening balls, “You’re staring—”

“C-can you blame me?”

“I suppose not.” And the warmth of his towering proximity hits your body like a furnace, making you squirm restlessly when Nanami’s leaning over the edge of the table to tap-tap-tap his thick cockhead down between your legs. Rock-hard. “Brace yourself, ma’am, mhm?”

Then he’s splitting you apart-

And then he’s arching his sculpted shoulders to cage you underneath him and swearing–“Fuck.”

The first time ever that you’re hearing him spew profanities, just barely slipping the pointed globe of his shaft past the texture of your tight, hot cunt was ruining him. 

“I-I apologize, My Lady.” It was making him gasp, “I apologize, how uncouth of my character. I didn’t mean to-” It was making him urgently snap his head down in panic and watch with primal awe as he ruts- deeper. “F-fuck!”

“Oh my god-” You’re throwing your head back at the pressure, only to be grappled back in by Nanami just so that he can sliiide his lips across yours. Open-mouthed. “H-how are you going in so deep-”

“I cannot help myself.” Grunting, Nanami doesn’t even feel the stinging pain when he’s slamming his capped knee down on the plane of the desk. Angling his slender hips to shove the slimy crown of his tip into your gooey entrance, “It’s simply- it’s just-”

And Nanami Kento, so articulate and calm, doesn’t have the damn words anymore.

Stuttering, falling over his panic to thrust in and in between your trembling legs. He feels the cute rimming circle of your cunt tighten ‘round his fattened girth, and snaps his head down in panic. Spitting. “I-I must have it fit inside, darling. Please, allow me just the tip, at least.”

“Will- ngh! will it even-”

“Of course.” And he’ll apologize for interrupting your sentence later - much, much later. 

But for right now, the only thing that sparks in his fuzzy mind was to raise his toned left forearm up to your drivelling maw. Where you start gnawing wetly down on his skin, he spits- 

“Bite down. Harder.” Hips sloppy, knee hiking up even further to maze his flared cock inside. You feel your elastic hole stretch a wider diameter as he’s slipping yet another solid inch in. “Come now, harder. You can ngh- take it.”

“It’s going in.” And you don’t know whether you wanted to slam your hips forwards or jerk vulnerably at the sheer weight of his body leaning down. 

He breathes, “Yes- yes.” The breeze of his pants fanning your face, making your entire body erupt in flames by the time he’s squeezing past the tender slit carved onto his shaft. Cementing the bulging edge of his cocktip to the roof of your pussy with a raw sluuurp. “I have you. shall not let you fall- bite.”

And it’s all that you can do.

Because Nanami’s fucking you into office table like he wanted you to splinter straight through. 

The half-lidded peripherals of his eyes latching onto where you were speared open like he was watching his personal show, “I hope you know…I’m no- hah- easily satiated man, my love.”

“Wh-what do you- fuck!”

Just on cue, he’s slamming the lines of his hardened hipbones against your inner thighs and making you recoil back near the edge of the table. Dangerously. Barely even giving you a second to pick yourself back up before he reaches over to lace both his rugged palms on top of your clammy scalp. Intertwining. Holding you there. 

‘Just the tip’ he said. And yet here he was, pinning you down just to bully his vein-covered length between your snugly stubborn lips. 

“Do not think to run from me-”

“Could never- ngh- could never-” You’re babbling easily at this point, because the curvy trails that his veins left along your walls were only driving you mad. “Just want more, Kento.”

“…Pardon?”

You blink your teary eyes up at him in a way that makes his throbbing girth fatten up, every ounce of blood in the duke’s head rushing to the ballooned-up knob of his tip. “M-more, I say-”

“More.” He’s echoing out, more to himself. Higher-pitched. Almost tasting the pure need in that one word, and the very repetition makes him half-thrust straight into the goopy depths of your pussy. “More…more.”

Nanami pants out a husky giggle—“More.” Oh, he’s just so in love with the way your cunt was struggling to swallow him whole n’ yet squeezing as you try. He leans back down and spits once more, thoroughly ungentleman-like. “Forgive my haste. You just m-make- me-”

And you swear you hear the tail end of that particular sentence break off into a whine once he’s finally, finally bottoming out. 

So sensitive that all it takes is one, two, three lucious swabs of his drivelling orifice to get you to cum. Throat torn with hoarse moans, head throwing back- “I’m- once more…?”

“F-fuck. You are.” Easing in the girth of his cockhead to be spanked against your cervix and make you see stars. Nanami’s already flooding your pussy with a pour of his scalding hot precum. “What a wonder this enchanting body is for me.”

Again. He has you orgasming all over him again.

He’s feeling just a twinge of disappointment in himself for not making you squirt yet another time- but the night was still young. And your sappy cunt was already so wet, with beads of sparkly juices smearing down his happy trail every time he’s whipping his hips forwards.

Slam after slam. 

Your entire body twitches with startles of euphoria, mewling. “Th-there’s so much- so- ah.”

Ah, how he would love to reach his hands over and wipe away the glistening tears streaming down your pretty face. 

But no, right now he had them locked on top of your head and was using the leverage to pound you stupid. Harder. Spiking the peaks of your high with each thorough probe of his stout, mushroom tip. “I know. I know I know I-”

CRACK!

Oh. 

The desk.

It takes a split-second for both your hazed minds to realize that the ancient mahogany table was sagging on one end, Nanami’s raw natural strength too much for it to handle. And then not even that for him to pull out his cock with a wet plop! 

Manhandling you down onto the hardwood floors like a doll, on all fours. It’s such a sinfully new angle to have him looming behind you, tense core plastered against your back once his lengthy cock siiiinks in-

Orgasm still dwindling, entire body shaking. “Fuck- nghhh- fuck, Kento–!”

“You are doing so well, darling.” One hand glues onto the side of your left ass cheek and tugs you back down with his grip. The other carefully rovers just underneath your tummy, “M-makes it so easy to wish to hah- give away to my inclinations.”

A primal sob wrenches from your throat when you’re feeling the slimy drag of his globular, pointed tip. Drawin’ out a zig-zag down and down where you were most delicate, until he reaches the target of your cervix, spank! “Th-then proceed- I beg of you.”

You didn’t know what those guttural words would mean. You didn’t even know if you would make it out alive- but right now you’re starting to doubt it once Nanami gasps.

Once he’s slamming one of his flattened feets by the side of your thigh, deeper. The raw, sensual feeling so much that he can’t control himself. Rutting and rutting away as if he’s gone feral—

“Is this to- to your liking then, ma’am?” The duke’s gurgling out through a translucent froth of spittle, splat-splattering right down the middle of your arched spine. “H-how about now?”

He shutters his eyes furiously and rams the remaining few inches of his cock. Bottomed out and still trying to probe even deeper inside, so all he can do is plant his sock-covered foot over the top of your head and press. Bending. “N-now?”

“I adore it—” You’re keenly whining, “Love it- ngh- please.”

Proudly, Nanami dares to snicker as his left thumb brushes down the plump, roaming tummy bulge he was fucking into you. Pushin’ down just on the curvy tip of where you could feel his split-ended cockhead thrashing your poor insides. “And I should love to hah! make this gorgeous cunt mine- make you mine.”

And he was a man of action.

It was high time you realized that, because within exactly three repeated swats of his plummy, rose-colored shaft- he’s discovering your g-spot. He’s kissing that bullseye with a looong, soppy glide.

“Though…that is what I am doing, that should be no hngh- sham.” 

Feeling all the crimson rush to your head, he presses down just as his aching hot cock presses in. “It’s- it’s just- fuck.”

Faster. Harder. So sloppy that the planks of the floorboards start to sing out in singing creaks of protest, soiling with a trickle of syrupy precum and slick being poured from straight between your legs. Constantly. 

Rubbing himself swollen n’ redly raw on the cavern of your tight pussy, Nanami doesn’t even want to blink to break his staring contest with your bulging pussylips. 

Milking himself. 

The sweetest smooch for your sweetest spot, Nanami coos as you shake- struggling to keep your weakened arms straight as you hold yourself up in this lecherous position. “Come now.” Your overstimulated vision spots with pure white as he darts the hand at your stomach to loop around your throat like a necklace - a headlock. Springing you upright—“I have you, My Lady.”

Spittle waterfalls in embarrassing bucketloads from your mouth and stains the front of his beefy forearm, squeezing your airway. Dilated pupils swirlin’ stupidly every time his strawberry divot circles the entrance to your womb. Squealing, “Y-you…ngh!…mm–”

“Hmmm—?”

“You- hck! please, Ken-”

His warm, ravaging cock was so big that the constant stretch of your walls finally had you stupid. Your brain nothing but a pulp of melted mush every time he snaps his clammy hips to your ass with a stinging pap! of skin-on-skin.

 “Me…I’m-” And it’s like each time the puffy veins decorating each side of his overworked shaft gets squeezed, Nanami finds himself seeing stars. Sweaty, bulging biceps tightening on your throat even harder- you scream. “I have you, My Lady- I’m yours.”

Your hole gaping, thighs wet. Just taking everything he’s giving as he finally cums—and you do, too.

Though, you’re not registering it at first. 

Not when that leaky hole at the very end of his cherry-red shaft pipes out a creamy icing of cum, layering thickly across every inch and cranny of your rummaged insides. Pump after pump- each one has your pathetic pussy overspilling with so many knotted wads of seed, and yet he always had so much more more more-

“O-oh.” He’s grunting out, feeling a particularly big splash of sap at the base of his cock- and it’s only then that you’re both realizing that you’d just squirted. All over again.

It’s traveling down like a flood between your thighs, painting a glistening ring on the tawny curls at his hilt. Soaking him utterly n’ completely that Nanami finds each thrust to let off the most primal sluuuurp! 

“You- you really are the most beautiful hck! lady that has graced this Earth, my love.” Your gaze, your smile, that soul. It was your soul he found most beautiful, the instant he laid his eyes upon you. 

He simply knew.

“Y-yet, I’m a chambermaid-”

“I care not.”

“You’re just-” It’s a damn wonder that you even could still speak by now, because every rubbin’ massage of his fat cock only left your mind blank. “-saying- mmm- saying that, Kento.”

“I fear you are mistaken.”

His veins indent your walls with lightning bolts, his cum cobwebbed across your spongy cervix and was splashing after each jackhammer. 

Nanami drills into you low and slow now just to help your dripping wet cunt suck him dry. Loving the cute, velvety way you were clamping around his rovering shaft tiredly, “Only allow me to prove my ngh- heart.”

You’re so fucked-out that you’re barely even flinching when he’s finally freeing you of his sinful headlock. Taking mere nanoseconds to pluck that infamous House of Nanami signet ring off of his finger- and pushing it straight down the ring finger on your left.

An engagement. A promise. 

“I shall get you another ring- one that is proper, one you deserve, when- if you shall have me, My Lady.” The smoky tone of Nanami Kento’s bass tickles the side of your stinging throat, almost a purr. “I swear it upon my word-” He guides that very same boneless hand of yours to cup his plush, thumping left pectoral. “-and my heart, to forever keep you the most beautiful lady upon this Earth. You shall never want, for I pledge to you my body, my soul for your happiness.”

You whimper, thighs still shaking with your high. Tears slipping down your face that he kisses away, “I-if you’ll have me, Your Grace.”

“Kento.”

“Kento.”

And by the time the last of his wadded ounces of cum had finished spraying out, Nanami pulls his hips back with a bellowing squelch that makes your body heat flare. Such a creamy mess of ivory glossing your pussylips that he’s taking one glimpse at and gasping-

You mewl, “K-Ken, what are you-”

“It seems…” He drawls, manhandling you spread-out onto your back with his sculptured hands. Snaking his face down to mouth a hot puff over your swollen folds that stick together. Tasting. Drooling like he’d just happened across his favorite dessert. “-that the ball is far from finished, my wife.”

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Dearest gentle reader,

It seems we have a rather special (and scandalously romantic!) special announcement. Yes, whilst your lips were whispering at her majesty the Queen’s Royal Diamond Ball the previous night, those of his grace, Duke Nanami Kento, have certainly been up to worse. 

The ton reached new heights of hysteria over Duke Nanami’s attendance of the ball with his lovely chambermaid acquaintance. This author personally confirms that her highness’s royal orchestra was barely audible over the sound of shattering hearts!

However, if this was where the story ended, dear readers, we would still possess our wits. Not only had her highness titled this unnamed belle of the ball as the Diamond of the season; aforementioned diamond was not in audience of her naming!

Where was she, you might ask? Why, nowhere else but bedding a certain handsome duke—or so palace patrol whisper amongst the halls. 

An impatient dalliance or stirring the pot? You tell me, dear reader, though it certainly doesn’t help that said new diamond was spotted near the end of the evening with both a real diamond and the Nanami signet ring upon one’s betrothal finger!

 It’s said that the House of Nanami - and particularly a once-stoic Duke Nanami Kento - has been exceptionally lively in preparation for the blessed union and his new bride.

On the other hand, this author shall have to purchase new robes for a summer wedding. 

Yours Truly, 

Lady Whistledown.

A/N. Tell me why it was SAUR difficult to write in regency speak I feel like I don’t even know this language anymore pls-

Plagiarism not authorized.

[pinkghxsty]

imagine someone that you think is a friend offering to help you with your aches and pains with a good ol' fashioned massage. they give you some edibles to help you relax a little more. make the massage feel even better. then they begin encouraging you to hit their joint or weed pen to "help the edibles along." and then they gently and subtly encourage you to take another hit. and another hit. and another hit. then the edibles kick in and suddenly you're so high that you can't move. then they start the massage and it feels so good. you don't even realize that you're softly moaning. you've even lost track of where their hands are. well, until a finger or two slips inside of you. "relax, baby," they whisper. "it's all just part of the massage. here, take another hit." and the entire time that they're speaking, their fingers keep pumping a slow and steady rhthym. it feels so good. you take another hit. and another. and next thing you know, you wake up with their cock buried deep inside of you. you try to say something, but between the mounting pleasure and the high, coherent words are almost impossible right now. "sssh, baby," they whisper. "you wanted this. i'm only giving you what you wanted. what you deserve."

[nothingbutherbody-deactivated20]

[toasty-slut]

[deltamel]

cock warming but they press a vibrator to your clit, making you cum over and over and over again until they end up cumming from the sensation of your muscles pulsing and spasming around them alone.

[tulipsbymybed]

HELLO i cum come bearing gifts! aka the monster fucker audio porn links I didn’t share when I first told u guys I found them bcus I immediately lost them and have just found the right ones again!

18+ ONLY. THESE ARE LINKS TO LITERAL AUDIO PORN. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AND GET ME IN TROUBLE.

the first four are all by the same guy!!! v v good!

-> you’re in a forest and a bunch of werewolves find you but the alpha wants you alive, you end up becoming his mate and this one is fucking GOOD! almost an hour as well

-> sequel to above, you find your new alpha mate in his rut and insist you can handle it, and um. honestly guys. this one is my favourite. the cunnilingus 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 the growling 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 the knotting 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 the possessiveness 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 and my personal favourite, lots of “where are you going? you told me you could handle it, get back here” and tugging you back-

-> being in a shipwreck and getting rescued by some sort of yandere tentacle monster, lots of buildup and then showing those tentacles exactly what he’s been missing with human women…

-> in an attempt to control your vampire bf’s urges, you chain him up and have a go at controlling his more…base instincts hehehehehe

-> a squid boy loves collecting treasure but you convince him you’re an even greater treasure than the jewels he hoarded and he becomes obsessed with your pussy, the most valuable treasure of all 🤌🏻

-> your roommate tells you to lock the door bcus it’s the full moon and he can get a little…raucous, but you’re curious and happen to leave your bedroom door unlocked! of course!

-okay so those were the new finds, these ones are just ones I’ve been listening to for a while and realised I hadn’t shared with my fellow monsterfuckers lol

-> you interview a minotaur for some…adult film work (it’s a casting couch) and he showcases his talents. honestly. all I will say. all you need to hear. the sound effects. the hoof sound effects.

-> you run an inn that caters to all sort of mythical types, and one day an old acquaintance comes knocking (some sort of orc/Goliath…big man type) and your relationship progesses

-> a little different but you’re a vampire sort of like. noble woman? idk you’re rich and hot and powerful and your butler is in fuckin love with you, he’s desperate to please and serve you soooo

-> I haven’t listened to this in a while but it’s in my notes app so I must have liked it, basically u summon a demon accidentally I think but uh. he’s not. why not take advantage of the situation?

-> your friends are out for Halloween but you stay back alone-except it turns out you’re not quite alone bcus the veil is thin on Halloween and the cute ghost who haunts your apartment has an thing for you….

anyway, hope everyone eighteen and above enjoys these!

@werecreature-addicted I still don’t know which acc u follow me on so I have no idea who I’m mutuals with but I think u would like this list

@paranoid-borderline-insane I tag u in everything I do and also u have notifs on but hello anyway!

@slutsoutgutsout idk I just think u would like this

@nanamis-bunny hello I just think you’d like these tooooo

there are many other followers I often see in my notes but I can’t remember how to spell ur usernames I’m sorry 😔😔😔😔😔 I hope u find this!

[mahlasv]

[good-puppy-prince-deactivated20]

I love getting to that level when you're being fucked, that the noises coming out of your mouth are insane and you can barely keep your eyes from rolling back. when it's going so deep and hitting that spot over and over again, they're so close to bottoming out inside you and they're holding your hands above you head - that's my favorite

[slimewares]

just remembered that there's, like, weed lube...

now imagine your partner buys some for you without telling you that that's what it is, using an internal lube dispenser to shoot it deep inside of you, and watching you slowly come undone as they fuck you. you feel all fuzzy and silly and lovely and warm all over but you have no idea why. eventually it gets to the point where you're so stoned that you're barely conscious, and certainly not in any state to stop your partner from doing things like taking the condom off, cumming inside of you, etc. you hardly remember anything the next day, you ask your partner if they noticed anything strange and they say no. you figure it just must've been that good...

[enby-envy-ez]

Ok ok but hear me out real quick

Gentle forced orgasms

Pulling your sub into your lap and having them cock warm you as you gently tease and edge them

Or tying them down with soft silk rope with lots of comfy pillows

Using toys, your fingers, your mouth, to slowly bring them to an edge and keeping them their as they beg and plead so sweetly to cum

Finally giving in and giving permission, letting them tip over, watching their cute exasperated face as they cum down only to realize you aren’t stopping

Continuing to gently fuck them and tease them until they’re close again, begging again, letting them know they can cum as many times as they need to

Going over and over and over again, until they’re shaking and begging for it to stop, so sensitive the slightest touch makes them buck their hips and arch their back, trying so hard to get away

Gently cooing praises at them, telling them what a good toy they are for you, how you love the sounds and faces their making, how you just need to see them cum again

Feeling how needy and wet and desperate they are, softly degrading them for it, showing them what a needy slut they are, that surely they want to cum more for you~

Just break me with pleasure and soft gentle domination please

[we-ve-gotmagictodo]

💗

[ickythoughtsposts]

Cw: Drugging, cnc, forced pleasure

He watched as the spiked drink slid down her throat. Encouraged her to finish the glass. Watched as she grew more drowsy.

He cuddled her warm naked body. Enjoyed how pliant she was in her drugged state. Though he had fed her the drug to keep her pliant, he wanted her to be able to feel what he did to her body, as he owned her fully, so he had chosen a drug that kept her only barely unconscious and unable to move. He slipped his hand between her thighs to gently stroke her wet little nub. He loved how even while unconscious, she moaned quietly at the pleasure.

He flipped her to her stomach, treating her sleeping body with care as he prepared to violate her. His little one was so sensitive, he had decided to take her back hole while she was unconscious - he didn’t want her to fight him and accidentally get hurt. He knew she would be sore, but it was better this way. He propped her legs under her so that her ass was in the air. He took time to admire his sleeping little one, her slit slick with desire. He pinched her clit lightly even as he began pressing a thick digit into her untried back hole. He watched her face scrunched slightly at the discomfort of the intrusion. He kept attention on her clit as he continued to work a single finger in and out of her tight hole, “this will be very difficult for you I think my dear. Daddy will make it all better though” he whispered against her ear.

Finally he aligned his thick cock with her tiny asshole, the size difference exciting him as he imagined the look on her face when she woke up cradling him deep in her ass. He began pushing forward, watching the small ring of muscle turn white under the pressure. She let out a quiet whimper and he returned to stroking her clit, to provide her a small amount of pleasure even as he refused to give her ass any relief. Finally the thick head of his cock breached her virgin hole and was nestled inside her warmth. Her small body jerked in reaction to being filled this way for the first time, and he stroked a hand down her back in comfort. “Shh shhh little one, you’re doing so good. Such a good girl getting your ass filled by daddy.”

He continued stroking her clit, dragging some of her wetness up to the little nub as he pleasured her at the same time as he violated her. Soon he began short strokes into her body, forcing her to accept more and more of his cock. “There you go sweetheart, this will open you up perfectly.” He continued to whisper to her sleeping form. “A bit more now, I know you can do it”.

His hands clamped down on her hips as he prepared to take her fully, knowing that the light sedation would cause her to wake soon. He pushed the rest of the way in slowly, forcing her sleeping body to accept his full length as he watched her virgin hole stretch wide around his cock. She whined in her sleep at the abuse her asshole was taking. He loved to hear her soft sounds of distress. He groaned in pleasure at being buried deep in her unconscious body, her untried ass squeezing his cock tightly. He gently rolled them to their sides so that he was laying behind her, then returned his slick fingers to play with her clit.

He slowly withdrew from her body until only the thick head of his cock remained, watching her eyelids flutter as she began to wake. He was excited to see his little dolls reaction to her predicament. He slowly pushed back inside, filling her up and up and up - he watched her face scrunch in distress as she slowly came awake. He remained buried deep in her ass as he forced her pleasure through his attention on her clit, she came awake fully panting as he stroked her. “Wha- Daddy? What’s happening?” She cried out in confusion. He knew the drugs would still be affecting her mind. “It was time to train your ass to take daddy’s cock, little one. You take it so well, you feel so good squeezing me so tight. And now you can come on daddy’s fingers for being such a good girl ”. He watched as full comprehension dawned and she felt the full discomfort of her small asshole stretched wide, she mewled in surprise and distress. Moments later, his dedication to her small clit paid off as unwanted pleasure crashed through her and she spasmed on her daddy’s monster cock.

“Such a good girl coming on daddy’s cock” he continued to stroke her oversensitive nub as she pulsed around him. “Daddy is going to fuck this sweet little asshole now, and you’re going to take it like a good girl aren’t you?”

She moaned in discomfort as he once again slowly withdrew, then held her hips in place as he slowly and steadily pushed back in, making a place for himself between her asscheeks even as her body resisted. Her body unconsciously tried to move away from the overwhelming pressure and fullness. He quickly clamped down on her hips to hold her in place, refusing to let her escape.

She struggled a bit in his arms as he drew her leg up the bed, stretching her body open “no no baby, you gotta keep your legs open. Open up your sweet holes to me baby girl”. He ground his cock again into her ass. She whimpered out loud but could not move away. “You- you’re too big…” she half whispered in desperation. “I’ll make sure to take good care of you, sweetheart, don’t worry. You just gotta keep your legs open for Daddy.”

He began to thrust into her body with more speed, enjoying the sounds coming from her mouth and the way her ass jiggled each time his hips slapped against her. Her battered and abused hole was forced to accept his thick length again and again. She felt herself stretch, arching her back as she cried out from the intense feelings. “Look how good you take it. Such a good girl.” He watched a single tear leak out of the corner of her eye, leaning forward to gently lick it. “I love your tears sweetheart and those beautiful little noises you’re making. You’re taking daddy’s cock so well”.

He grunted as the feeling of her hole clenched tightly around his cock. “Daddy is going to fill your sweet ass now,Baby”. He reached around to again play with her clit and she gasped at the sensation. He buried his cock deeper than before as he shot thick ropes of cum deep inside her hole. She could feel his cum filling her even as he once again pinched her clit and sent her over the edge, unwillingly milking his cock with her ass.

“You did so good sweetheart”. He gently kissed her cheek as he finally released her clit, the lack of pressure causing her to pulse once again. She looked forward to the relief and waited patiently for him to pull out of her ass, but after a few minutes of his hands quietly stroking her body, she realized her mistake when he began shallowly thrusting once again.

She couldn’t hold back a whimper, “ please daddy, take it out. It hurts…” she whispered. He chuckled quietly in her ear, “is your little asshole sore, sweetheart? It’s alright, daddy wants you to feel him all day tomorrow. You’re going to be nice and sore so that you think about Daddy all day.” She cried out at this, bucking her hips in an attempt to force him out, but this pushed her further onto his cock and she tensed in distress. He groaned at the tight squeeze of her ass, enjoying the way she was impaled on his length.

“There you go little one, squeeze daddy’s cock just like that. I know it hurts sweetheart but daddy loves being buried in you like this”. She whimpered quietly even as she unwittingly strangled his cock. He curled her legs up to her chest, opening her fully to him, leaving her with no protection. He leaned back to watch his cock move in and out of her tiniest hole as he thrust between her cheeks several times, ignoring the small sounds coming from her lips.

He was so proud that his little one was finally ready to take him inside her. Satisfied that he fully possessed all of her holes, that he fully owned her now, he thrust hard once more and held himself deep in her ass. Her eyes welled and she began to moan, his cock much bigger than she had expected. He held himself deep for several minutes, forcing her to endure the stretch, the fullness.

Finally he pulled out slowly, her tight ring releasing him with a small pop. She whimpered in relief but didn’t move away. He circled his finger around her abused hole, gently stroking her ass as he cuddled her into his arms. “I love this little hole sweetheart. You have such perfect holes, I want to keep them filled all the time.” His fingertip pushed into her ass as he continued to play with his little doll, she squirmed in his arms as her abused hole was continuously stimulated. “Soon you’ll be used to having this hole filled all the time” she cried in dismay at the thought. He removed his fingers and once again cuddled close to her back, “lets sleep now little one”.

She tried to turn in his arms but he held her in place, “shhh baby, we’re going to get you filled up again so that you feel nice and sore tomorrow just like I promised”. And before she could fully process his words, she felt his large cock once again pushing against her abused hole. Her weakened muscles gave way and her ass was filled once more with a giant cock. “Daddy- daddy please!” “It’s alright angel, you’re doing so well” he began rocking into her slowly, “look how well you’re taking daddy's cock. Sleep now little one, daddy will hold you all night”.

[smalltitsbitchh]

oh goddamn pleaseee

[ftm7lukas]

I want to start by promising that I'm going to just put the tip in. I'll tease you with just rubbing my big head all over your clit feeling your cunt getting wetter and wetter. I'm going to tease your entrance ever so slightly until you feel the head pop in. You'll feel me pull out and pop my head back in, every time easing a bit more of me into you. You'll be moaning as I make sure to ease a little bit more of me into you with ever time I pull out. You'll be stretched out slowly as I begin to sink deeper and deeper into your cunt. Your moaning will become louder as I eventually get balls deep in you.

Once I'm balls deep you'll want me to pull out and get a condom. I'll tell you I'll put one on after a few more strokes as I play with your clit more until you're clenching on my cock unconsciously. You'll agree to have me continue for just a "few more strokes" but you and I know what's going to happen. First stroke I pull almost out almost all the way and then slowly stretch you back out over my cock until I'm balls deep. You'll tremble a bit as I sit there balls deep and continue to play with your clit. I will slowly pull out of you again this time pulling all the way out and instead of going in for the second stroke I slide the underside of my cock across your clit and put the head back at your entrance.

I'll feel your cunt anticipating my cock as I spread you out on my cock again. When I'm balls deep I'll stay this longer and play with your clit until I bring you to the edge and stop. As I stop I'll feel you move under me trying to get stimulation to send you over the edge, but I will make sure you don't get that and just sit there and feel you struggling to get off. I will pull back until just my head is inside you. By now your cunt is a mess as I push in again and edge you once more.

You lose count of how many times I do this as I keep edging you ever closer to the edge. It gets to the point we're all you want is to get off and I just keep denying you. I build up my speed until you don't even realize that I've been getting harder inside you. You missed the signs that I'm about to cum inside you as you are lost in pleasure. All you want is to keep going as I tell you that I'm going to cum. Momentarily you realize what's happening and you almost ask me to pull out but the pleasure over takes you and you ask me to fill you up. I'm pumping into and out of your messy desperate cunt harder now until I reach the point of no return. You expect me to stop as I'm filling you up but as I'm cumming deep inside you I keep moving making sure to keep moving my cum deeper and deeper inside you. This sends you over the edge and your cunt grips me hard as your cervix sucks up my cum greedily. You'll lay there used and dripping my cum as I get up , get dressed and leave you there in a mess filled to the brim.

This is absolutely fucking perfect. I came three times just reading it.

[cumironi]

LEGACY? MORE LIKE LEG-A-SEE-THROUGH-MY-PU$$Y. jjk men

feat. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, shiu, higuruma, choso.

summary. what? just because you are at their parents house you thought you were safe from getting dicked down? funny, you are dating a shameless man. especially when it’s raining.

warnings/triggers. non-sorcerer au, rich boy drama, family house sex, parents literally upstairs / in the next room, reckless unprotected vaginal sex, age gap relationship (older man / younger woman), stupid dumb babying dynamic, praise kink, dirty talk, public exposure risk (within family estates), court roleplay (higuruma), power imbalance, orgasm denial / overstimulation, pussy-drunk characterization, possessive behavior, cumplay (internal ejaculation, leaking, dripping all over furniture), squirt kink (tatami mats didn’t consent), size kink, nipple sucking / biting / oral fixation, mild consensual degradation, references to breeding (implied, slutty undertones), leg folding / table fucking / bent over / pressed against windows / lap sex / daybed sex, swearing / explicit language, absolute disregard for family legacy, historical homes ruined by cum stains, and general filthy degeneracy.

GOJO SATORU

the rain hadn’t stopped since late afternoon, drumming heavy and insistent against the tiled roof, splattering across the stone patio, pooling at the corners of the garden where the grass was already drowning. it should’ve been cozy, inside his parents’ mansion, the kind of sprawling glass-walled place that reeked of money and silence, but you and gojo were stretched out on the wide cushioned daybed by the pool, both of you too reckless and too stupid to care that just inside, his parents were sitting in the living room with wine and soft classical music humming from the speakers.

you couldn’t stop giggling, your face buried into his chest as his hips snapped into yours under the thin throw blanket that did absolutely nothing to disguise what you two were doing. every time the headboard of the daybed creaked, your nails dug into his arm in panic, both of you stifling laughter because it was so absurd—thirty-one years old, supposed to be the golden child son, fucking his needy college girl outside in a thunderstorm where anyone could walk out for a glass of water and catch you both.

gojo had you spread open across his lap, thighs trembling as the rain sprayed cold against your ankles and calves, your whole body hot and wet and messy where his cock was buried inside you. he held you tight with one arm around your waist, the other covering your mouth whenever your whines pitched too high, smirking with that stupid smug face like he was proud of how impossible it was for you to stay quiet.

“shhh, baby,” he whispered against your ear, his lips brushing hot and damp over your skin as thunder rolled far away, “you’re so fuckin’ loud. you want mommy and daddy to come out here and see me ruining their sweet future daughter-in-law, huh? you wanna meet them like this?” his laugh was low and filthy, fingers squeezing your jaw so you’d nod even when you were shaking your head.

you slapped weakly at his chest, whispering back, “shut up, oh my god, you’re so—so stupid,” but your voice cracked into a breathy whine when he rolled his hips up harder, forcing your body to bounce against him, slick noises masked half by the pounding rain.

his teeth grazed your ear, biting just enough to make your stomach twist, his words rushing out fast, unhinged and obscene, “nah, baby, i’m a genius, i got you sittin’ on my cock outside my parents’ house in the middle of a storm, you’re takin’ me like a fuckin’ champ, so greedy for me you’d let me fuck you on the damn dining table if i said please—shit, you love this, don’t you?”

your hands clung to his shoulders, nails leaving pink crescents through his shirt, your whispered voice shaky, “you’re gonna get us caught, satoru, oh my god, they’re right inside,” and then you muffled a squeak against his throat because he bucked his hips suddenly, the blanket slipping so your bare ass met the damp air.

he chuckled, wild and boyish, biting his lip as he looked down at where your bodies met, his voice messy with laughter and lust all tangled together, “caught? baby, if they come out here, you think i’ll stop? nah, i’ll wave at ‘em, keep you cockdrunk right in front of ‘em, make sure they know their son’s dick keeps their little girl fed better than any dinner could—fuck, you’re clenching so hard at that.”

you smacked a hand over his mouth to shut him up, both of you snorting into each other’s skin, the absurdity of whispering about being caught while your body was rocking in his lap, the wet slap of your pussy every time he bottomed out echoing louder than your giggles. your cheeks hurt from trying to hold back laughter, but your cunt was fluttering around him, desperate, needy, soaking him so much that the blanket was sticking to both your thighs.

he licked at your palm, eyes gleaming mischief, then pulled your hand away to kiss your fingertips before sucking one into his mouth, muffling his own laugh before he whispered again, fast and filthy, “can’t believe you’re twenty-one and still act like such a baby for me—look at you, hiding your face in my chest like that, fuck, i love it. makes me wanna keep you here forever, keep you drooling on my cock like the spoiled little brat you are.”

you whined against him, biting his shoulder to stay quiet, but he just bucked his hips again, making the daybed creak loud enough that you both froze, wide-eyed, giggling hysterically in silence, waiting for footsteps. nothing came but another crash of thunder, so you slapped at his chest, whispering between laughs, “you’re gonna break the bed and then they’ll know, idiot.”

gojo’s grin was unhinged, teeth flashing in the dark, his forehead pressed to yours, whispering against your lips, “let ‘em know. maybe they’ll be proud their son finally put a ring on it—wait, didn’t yet, but i sure as hell put a cock in it, huh?”

you burst into muffled laughter, covering your mouth against his neck, shaking your head as tears pricked your eyes from trying not to cackle. he groaned like your laughter turned him on even more, like the stupidity of it all only made him harder inside you.

his hand slid down to your ass, squeezing tight, pulling you up and down his cock as he whispered fast, messy, “yeah, that’s it, ride me, baby, show me how desperate you are, fuck, you’re so wet it’s dripping down my balls, so needy you’d take me anywhere, anytime, wouldn’t you? don’t even care where, as long as it’s me. my pretty little college slut, fuckin’ herself dumb on my lap while my parents are ten feet away, jesus christ, i love you.”

the words were so raw, so unhinged and real that your giggles turned into whimpers, your arms winding around his neck, clinging tight as you whispered back, “i love you, i love you so much, satoru, please don’t stop, please, i need it.”

he groaned like the words split him open, like he could barely handle how much he adored you, hips slamming up into yours harder, reckless, your whole body bouncing in his lap, your wetness splashing against his thighs. the rain was heavier now, the air damp and cold around the edges of your heat, thunder cracking overhead, but all you could think about was the way he looked at you—eyes wild, grin stupid, love written all over his face even as he whispered the filthiest things into your ear.

“fuck, baby, i’m gonna cum inside you right here, knock you up at my parents’ house, you want that? you want me to fuck a baby into you under their roof, yeah you do, you’re squeezin’ me so tight just from hearin’ it, jesus, you’re sick—my sick, perfect girl,” he babbled, head falling back against the cushions as you whimpered into his neck.

your thighs shook, nails digging into his shoulders as you came around him, muffling your cries with your own hand, trembling all over as your pussy fluttered desperately on his cock. he groaned, laughing through it because he couldn’t help himself, even as his thrusts got sloppy, “god, you’re so fuckin’ cute when you’re tryin’ to be quiet, makin’ that little face—fuck—fuck, i’m gonna—”

he buried himself deep, cock throbbing as he spilled inside you, biting down on your shoulder to keep from shouting, his laugh muffled against your skin even as his hips jerked through the aftershocks. both of you collapsed into each other, still giggling breathlessly like idiots, blanket twisted and useless around your sweaty bodies, the rain pelting down harder, the thunder masking the filthy mess you’d made.

you were shaking, clutching at him, whispering through little hiccupped laughs, “you’re insane. you’re actually insane, i can’t believe we just—”

he kissed your wet hair, still laughing, voice hushed but so stupidly affectionate it made your chest ache, “yeah, but you love me for it. and you’ll let me do it again tomorrow, huh, baby?”

your answering laugh was muffled against his chest, soft and giddy and wrecked, both of you too tangled up in each other, too gone to care about anything but the fact that you were his, and he was yours, and you were both so fucking stupid together.

GETO SUGURU

the rain was so heavy it looked like sheets of glass falling from the sky, hammering against the marble terrace that stretched out behind his parents’ estate. everything about the house screamed old money—columns, trimmed hedges, an endless pool that seemed to vanish into the dark storm—but you and suguru weren’t inside with the warmth and polished chandeliers. you were beneath the covered cabana at the far edge of the garden, hidden halfway behind drapes that swayed with the storm wind, sprawled across the cushioned chaise while his body pressed yours into the upholstery, his cock buried deep and steady inside you.

there was no giggling with him. no sloppy, stupid laughter. suguru fucked like a man who liked to control the atmosphere, who liked to make the world outside bend to whatever rhythm he set, and even the storm seemed quieter compared to the way his hips ground into you, the rain nothing but background to the sharp drag of his cock through your soaked cunt.

your legs were hooked around his waist, knees pressed against his ribs as he leaned down close enough that his loose hair fell around your face, strands clinging to your damp cheeks. his whisper was a dark drawl, deliberate, too close to your mouth, “don’t you dare make a sound, baby. you’ll get us caught, and i won’t stop even if they find us. you understand?”

you nodded desperately, fingers curling into the thick fabric of the cushions, your breath catching in your throat. his hand came up to grab your jaw, forcing your face toward him, and he whispered again, slower, filthier, “use your words. you know better than to nod when my cock’s inside you.”

your whisper cracked, shaking with need, “y-yes, i understand.”

he rewarded you with a slow, brutal thrust that made your eyes roll back, the damp slap of his hips against your thighs almost lost in the rain. he kissed your jaw, soft and warm, contradicting the roughness of his movements, and murmured against your skin, “good girl. my perfect little student. sneaking around like this, letting me fuck you in my parents’ garden while they drink brandy inside.”

the chaise shifted beneath you as his pace deepened, measured, each stroke filling you so completely that your whole body twitched under the weight of it. there was no playful banter—just the heavy press of him, the quiet praise threaded through obscenity, the absolute command in every motion.

you tried to whisper his name, tried to beg, but his hand clamped over your mouth instantly, his eyes narrowing as his cock drove into you harder, “quiet. you’ll speak when i let you.”

the power in his voice made you tremble, made your walls tighten around him until his lips curved into a slow smile. he leaned down, forehead brushing yours, his voice low and amused, “pathetic little thing, aren’t you? dripping all over me just because i tell you to shut that pretty mouth. you love it. you’d let me use you out here in the open until you can’t walk, wouldn’t you?”

your muffled whimper against his palm was answer enough, your hips arching up into him, greedy for more, needing more.

suguru’s hand slid from your mouth to your throat, thumb pressing lightly against your pulse, not choking, just reminding you who you belonged to, how delicate you were under his hold. his whisper was warm, wicked, “this is mine. every little beat, every little gasp—it all belongs to me.”

the storm cracked overhead, lightning flashing blue across the terrace, shadows splitting across his face as his thrusts grew faster. the wet slap of your bodies meeting was sharp now, obscene, masked barely by the rain hammering against the stone. he didn’t laugh when the chaise creaked too loud; he smirked like he wanted you to realize the risk, like he thrived on the possibility of being found.

“imagine if they walk out here,” he murmured, his voice so calm it made your stomach clench, “imagine them seeing their son balls-deep in a pretty little college girl, making her choke on her cries. you think they’d pull me off you? or would they stand there and watch while i fuck you through it, let me show them what kind of slut you are?”

you shook your head, half-panicked, half-burning up from his words, your nails scratching down his back hard enough to sting. he groaned low in his throat, fucking you harder, the chaise squealing across the tiles from the force of it.

his lips caught your ear, whispering fast, relentless filth, “you’d like it. you’d love it, baby. you want them to know i’m the one who ruins you, the one who keeps you so full you can’t think straight. fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight right now, i know you love it.”

your whisper finally broke free, breathless against his shoulder, “please, suguru, please don’t stop—”

his hand tightened on your throat, not harsh, but firm enough to shut you up, his hips driving down harder until your back arched off the cushions, your legs shaking around him. his whisper was almost tender despite the filth, “i told you not to speak without permission. you want to beg? beg in your head, little girl. keep that mouth shut for me.”

the restraint made your whole body burn, every thrust winding you tighter, your walls clenching so hard around him that wet slick dripped down to stain the chaise beneath you. your eyes squeezed shut, body trembling, but suguru leaned down and kissed your lips soft, coaxing, whispering against your mouth, “cum for me, baby. make a mess on my cock. now.”

the command tore through you, your body shattering instantly, clenching and spasming around him as your orgasm hit so hard it blurred the edges of your vision. your thighs trembled violently, your back arched helplessly as you bit down on his shoulder to smother the sound that threatened to escape.

he groaned, fucking you through it, his voice finally losing some of that smooth calm as he whispered fast, rough, “that’s it, that’s my girl, milking my cock so good, so desperate for me. look at you, soaking me, soaking the fucking cushions—jesus christ, you’re perfect.”

he didn’t let up, not even as you shook and gasped beneath him, fucking you harder, chasing his own release. his voice was a snarl now, low and hot against your neck, “gonna fill you up right here, pump you full ‘til it leaks down your thighs, let you waddle back inside my parents’ house dripping with my cum. you want that, don’t you? want me to ruin you under their roof?”

you could only whimper against him, too wrecked to form words, but the way your cunt clenched around him gave him all the answer he needed.

he buried himself to the hilt with a sharp groan, cock twitching as he spilled deep inside you, his breath hot and harsh against your ear. his thrusts slowed to shallow rolls, fucking his cum deeper into you, unwilling to pull out, unwilling to leave you empty.

the storm raged on outside, thunder rolling, rain battering the terrace, but all you could feel was the weight of him pressing you down, his cock softening inside you, the mess of both your bodies soaking into the cushions.

suguru kissed your temple, his voice soft again, slow, like he’d switched seamlessly back to tenderness, “such a good girl for me. so quiet, so obedient. you make me proud.”

your body melted under the praise, exhausted, trembling, clinging to him as if you couldn’t let go.

he chuckled low, brushing damp hair from your face, and whispered against your lips, “stay here with me a little longer. let the storm cover us. they’ll never know.”

his hand cupped your cheek, his eyes steady and dark even in the flicker of lightning, and all you could do was nod weakly, still filled, still stretched, still his, the world drowned out by the storm and the weight of his love pressed deep inside you.

NANAMI KENTO

the rain was relentless, a steady, drumming curtain that turned the manicured gardens into a blur of dripping leaves and shining stone. nanami’s parents’ house wasn’t like the gleaming glass monstrosities some families favored—it was old, restrained, all heavy wood and muted wealth, filled with polished silence. inside, the dinner was still going on, voices low and civil around fine crystal and porcelain. but you weren’t at the table. you were in his study, a room that smelled of leather and ink, lined wall to wall with books that probably hadn’t been touched in years. the tall windows rattled with the storm outside, rain streaking the glass in crooked rivers, and the only light was from a single desk lamp throwing a warm circle across the dark wood.

he had you bent over his father’s desk, your chest pressed against neat stacks of paper, palms flat against polished oak. your skirt was pushed up over your hips, panties shoved aside, and nanami’s cock was driving into you from behind in deep, measured strokes that made your entire body jolt forward with each thrust.

his hands weren’t careless; one rested heavy at your lower back, keeping you pinned, the other firm around your hip, fingers digging into soft flesh to hold you steady. he didn’t move recklessly, didn’t lose his rhythm—every push was deliberate, every drag of his cock through your slick walls calculated to wring the most out of you. the contrast between his calm control and the vulgar mess of your body clenching and dripping for him was unbearable.

“keep your voice down,” he murmured, his tone steady, controlled, not even breaking into whisper. “if you want to be reckless in my parents’ house, the least you can do is be quiet about it.”

your cheek pressed into the desk, your teeth sinking into your lip to stifle the desperate noises that threatened to spill. your voice came out ragged, a whisper that barely rose above the rain, “i can’t, kento, you’re—you’re too deep, i can’t—”

he leaned down, the heat of his chest brushing your back, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he thrust into you harder, once, sharp, until you gasped. “you can. and you will. if you don’t, we’ll be interrupted. and i won’t stop.”

the thought made your thighs shake, the shame and heat twisting together in your belly until you could only nod weakly, clutching the edge of the desk.

nanami straightened, adjusting his grip on your hips, pulling you back onto his cock with a rougher drag this time. his voice dropped lower, finally fraying just a little, “good girl. you listen when it matters.”

the sound of skin against skin was obscenely loud in the quiet of the study, every wet slap echoing against wood and shelves, nearly drowned out by the storm hammering the windows. he was relentless but never sloppy—his cock sliding in and out of you with a precision that had you clenching, dripping down your thighs, leaving streaks across the polished desk where you squirmed against it.

your body arched when he shifted the angle, his cock brushing against that spot inside you that made your vision blur. you bit back a cry, your nails digging crescent moons into the wood, and he exhaled sharply through his nose like he’d been waiting for that reaction.

“there,” he murmured, his tone almost clinical, focused, “right there, isn’t it? the way you tremble tells me enough.” he pressed your hips down, holding you steady as he dragged his cock against that same spot again, and again, each thrust controlled but devastating.

you whimpered into the desk, your voice shaking, “please, please don’t stop—”

his hand lifted from your back to grip the nape of your neck, not hard, just enough to keep your head turned, your cheek pressed against the cool wood. “i wasn’t planning to. but you don’t need to beg for what’s already mine to give you.”

the words hit just as hard as the deep thrusts, your body burning under the weight of his possession. every push of his cock felt like he was staking a claim, filling you, stretching you, marking you in ways no one else could.

his voice darkened, rougher now as the storm thundered outside, “look at the state of you. dripping all over my father’s desk. do you realize how obscene this is? how disgraceful? you begged me to sneak away with you and this is what you wanted—to be bent over like a whore in the middle of dinner?”

shame and heat pooled in your stomach, your body clenching around him tighter, your words muffled against the desk, “yes, yes, i wanted it, i wanted you—”

nanami’s groan rumbled low in his chest, his control finally slipping as his thrusts grew harsher, the rhythm breaking as his cock slammed deep into you. his grip on your neck tightened, forcing you to arch, to take him deeper, your breasts pressed against the hard wood, your thighs trembling.

“unbelievable,” he hissed under his breath, though his tone was thick with lust, “you’d debase yourself like this just to feel my cock. and you love it. don’t you?”

“yes—fuck, yes—” your whisper was ragged, desperate, your body tightening around him with every brutal snap of his hips.

he leaned down again, lips against your ear, his voice rough and fast now, “then cum for me. soak this desk, let me see how much you love being ruined in this house.”

the command tore through you, your body seizing up as pleasure ripped you apart. you came hard, your cunt fluttering around him, slick gushing down your thighs, streaking the polished desk with wet heat. you bit into your own arm to muffle the cry that almost escaped, your entire body shuddering violently as the orgasm dragged you under.

nanami groaned, his composure breaking as he fucked you through it, the wet squelch of your cunt pulling more ragged sounds out of him than he ever let slip. “perfect—fuck—you feel perfect—”

he grabbed your hips tighter, pulling you back to meet every desperate thrust until he was buried to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he spilled inside you. his groan was low, rough, muffled against your shoulder as he pressed his chest to your back, grinding his hips to push his cum deeper into you.

for a long moment, the only sound was the storm raging outside, the frantic beat of both your hearts, and the wet drip of your release staining expensive wood.

nanami didn’t pull out right away. he stayed buried inside you, his hand smoothing down your back slowly, as though grounding you. his voice returned to calm, quiet, almost tender, “you’ve made a complete mess.”

your laugh came weak, muffled against the desk, and you whispered back, “you helped.”

his hand slid to your hip, squeezing, his tone soft but firm, “that doesn’t excuse you.”

finally, he eased out, the mess of cum and slick sliding down your thighs, staining your stockings. he adjusted your skirt back into place with deliberate precision, like he hadn’t just fucked you raw over his father’s desk, then leaned down to kiss the back of your neck, his lips warm and lingering.

“compose yourself,” he murmured, smoothing your hair with one hand, “then we’ll return to dinner.”

you turned your head, your face flushed, your body trembling, and managed a weak, teasing whisper, “like nothing happened?”

nanami’s lips curved faintly as he adjusted his tie, his voice low and even, “exactly like nothing happened. no one ever needs to know how shameless you are when you’re alone with me.”

but his hand lingered at the small of your back as you steadied yourself, grounding you, claiming you, a subtle reminder that even in silence, even in composure, you belonged entirely to him.

TOJI ZENIN

the storm had rolled in so violently it made the entire estate seem like it was shuddering under the weight of it, rain hammering the tiled roofs, wind snapping through the perfectly pruned gardens. the zenin house was sprawling, gaudy in a way only old money could manage—wide verandas, gold-framed art on the walls, cavernous halls that swallowed sound. but you weren’t in the halls. toji had dragged you into the indoor gym, a massive space lined with mats, polished floors, racks of equipment and weapons displayed like trophies.

the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead, the storm muffled behind thick walls, and your breath came out ragged and wet where your body was pressed flat into the padded mat, your cheek against the surface, drool already streaking your chin. he had you pinned beneath him, his massive frame covering yours, one broad hand between your shoulder blades, keeping you down, while the other curled tight around your hip to hold you still. his cock split you open from behind, stretching you brutally with every sharp thrust, his pace unrelenting, heavy, making the mat squeak under your bodies.

there was nothing soft in him, nothing tender in the way he fucked. toji was all teeth and muscle and sheer hunger, his voice rough in your ear, low and guttural, “fuck, you’re loud. you think anyone’s gonna hear you? maybe they will, maybe they’ll walk in and see their precious little girl getting railed on the floor like a fuckin’ toy.”

you choked on a moan, your fingers clawing at the mat, your voice breaking into a whisper, “toji, please—please slow down—”

his laugh was sharp, dark, cruel in its amusement, his thrusts only rougher as he ground his cock deep into you, the sound of your cunt squelching obscene in the cavernous room. “slow down? nah. you begged me for this, didn’t you? whinin’ in my ear all night, actin’ like a needy brat until i dragged you outta dinner. you wanted my cock, you got it. now take it.”

your body jolted with every thrust, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes as your pussy clenched desperately around him, your legs spread wide, trembling. he was so big it felt like you couldn’t breathe, like your body was being split in two, and yet you couldn’t stop pressing back against him, greedy for every brutal stroke.

toji leaned down, his chest crushing you into the mat, his teeth catching your ear, his voice a filthy growl, “listen to that. listen to how messy you are for me. you’re fuckin’ gushin’, leakin’ all over the mats like some filthy slut. bet if anyone comes in here, first thing they’ll notice is the smell of your pussy.”

you whimpered, burying your face into the mat, trying to muffle the sounds spilling from you. his hand caught the back of your neck, yanking your head up, forcing your cheek against the mat instead so he could hear every broken noise you made.

“nah, don’t hide,” he snarled, fucking you harder, the slap of his hips against your ass echoing in the empty room. “wanna hear every fuckin’ sound. you’re my toy right now. my girl. my pretty little hole to use. so let me hear it.”

your throat ached from the way your voice cracked, your words spilling out fast, messy, “yours, i’m yours, i’m your girl, please don’t stop—”

his groan rumbled against your ear, his grip on your neck tightening, his cock driving so deep inside you that your stomach pressed flat against the mat with every push. “yeah, you’re mine. my perfect little cocksleeve. look at you—fuck—you’re takin’ me so good, squeezin’ me like your pussy was made for me.”

he shifted suddenly, pulling you up onto your knees, your chest still pressed into the mat but your ass lifted, your back arched. the new angle made his cock slam into your cervix with every thrust, sharp, brutal, and you cried out, your nails digging into the mat as your entire body trembled.

toji grunted, his hand cracking against your ass, the sound sharp in the gym. “that’s it. open up for me. you can take it. you love it.” another slap, harder, leaving your skin hot and stinging. “tell me you love it.”

your voice was broken, ragged, “i love it, i love your cock, please—”

his grin was feral, his thrusts relentless, his hand gripping your hair now, yanking your head back so your throat arched. “fuck yeah, you do. you’re my dirty little slut, beggin’ for more even when you’re cryin’. look at you—droolin’, takin’ every inch of me, beggin’ for me to split you open harder. you were made for this.”

your body was on fire, your thighs trembling, your cunt fluttering desperately around him as his pace pushed you closer and closer to the edge. he felt it, of course he did, his laugh low and rough as his hand wrapped tight around your waist, dragging you back onto his cock with each thrust. “you gonna cum for me? gonna cream all over my cock right here on the mat, like a good little slut?”

“yes, yes, please, i can’t—” your voice was wrecked, every word shaking as your body fought to hold back, your walls clenching tighter and tighter.

his growl tore into your ear, filthy and commanding, “don’t hold it. cum for me. cum all over me. make a fuckin’ mess.”

the order ripped through you, your body snapping, orgasm hitting so violently your vision went white, your thighs clenching, your pussy spasming hard around his cock. you screamed against the mat, your body shuddering uncontrollably as slick gushed down your thighs, soaking the mat beneath you.

toji snarled, his thrusts growing ragged as he fucked you through it, groaning at the way your cunt milked him, “fuck—fuck—you’re squeezin’ me dry, jesus—”

he slammed deep one last time, burying himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing as he spilled hot inside you. his groan was guttural, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as his hips jerked against your ass, grinding his cum deeper.

for a long moment, the only sound was the storm outside and the wet slap of his cock still twitching inside your ruined cunt. you collapsed against the mat, trembling, your face sticky with tears and drool, your body wrecked.

toji stayed pressed against your back, panting hot against your ear, his voice finally low, almost lazy with satisfaction, “look at the mess you made. soaked the fuckin’ mat like it’s yours.”

you whimpered weakly, your legs shaking too hard to hold yourself up. he chuckled darkly, finally easing out of you, his cum spilling down your thighs in thick streaks.

he slapped your ass again, lighter this time, more amused than punishing, and drawled, “c’mon, princess. on your feet. we’re not done till i say we’re done.”

your head lolled, your voice barely a whisper, “toji… i can’t…”

he smirked, crouching down beside you, big hand sliding over your ass possessively, spreading you open to watch his cum drip out onto the mat. his voice was low, dark with satisfaction, “yeah, you can. you’ll take whatever i give you. you wanted me, remember? this is what you asked for.”

he leaned down, biting your ear, his grin sharp and unhinged, “and i’m not done with you yet.”

his hands caught your hips again, flipping you onto your back on the mat, your skirt bunched, your shirt wrinkled, your body still twitching with the aftershocks. his cock, still hard, glistened with your mess as he lined himself up again, his eyes burning down at you.

the storm outside cracked with thunder, rattling the walls, and toji pushed back inside you in one brutal stroke, grinning when your scream tore loose, too raw to muffle this time.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

the rain was pounding against the glass atrium of the house, hammering so hard it sounded like the sky might split. the sukuna estate was sprawling, decadent in a way that made everything feel like it existed just to feed his ego: vaulted ceilings, marble floors, a ridiculous indoor koi pond that stretched through the center of the atrium like some ornamental river. the storm outside made the glass walls tremble, lightning flashing across the water, illuminating the gilded edges of the furniture, the blood-red rugs thrown over marble.

you were sprawled on your back across one of the low tables by the pond, the wood cool and slick beneath you, and sukuna was standing between your legs, holding your thighs wide with a bruising grip as he drove his cock into you mercilessly. his body towered over you, all power and heat and cruelty, the tattoos that wrapped his arms and chest gleaming in the lightning, his mouth split in that vicious grin.

“look at you,” he drawled, voice rough and mocking, each thrust sharp and deep, making the table squeak under your weight. “laid out like an offering. you really think you can take me quiet enough in this house? you think you can hide how much of a little whore you are for me?”

your fingers clawed at the edge of the table, nails scraping against wood, your breath broken into frantic gasps. your voice cracked as you tried to whisper, “please, sukuna, don’t—don’t be so loud, they’ll—”

his laugh was harsh, echoing off the glass walls, drowning you out. he slammed into you harder, his cock punching deep enough you arched off the table, a sharp cry ripping from your throat. “they’ll what? come out here and see? let ‘em. i’ll keep fucking you while they watch. maybe i’ll even make you wave hello while my cock’s splitting you open.”

shame and heat burned through you, your thighs trembling in his grip, your pussy slick and sucking greedily at every thrust despite the filth spilling from his mouth. he loved it—your body betraying you, clenching tight even while your head shook in panic.

he leaned down suddenly, towering over you, one massive hand sliding up to wrap around your throat. his thumb pressed against your pulse, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch, his mouth brushing your ear, voice low and cruel, “you’re dripping all over me. don’t lie to yourself—you love this. love being ruined, love being used like the pathetic little slut you are. say it.”

your whisper was barely audible, trembling, “i love it.”

his grin widened, feral, his hips snapping into you faster, harder, the wet slap of your bodies echoing with the storm. “louder. let the whole fucking house hear.”

“i—i love it!” your cry broke, loud and humiliating, echoing off the glass.

he groaned at the sound, his cock twitching inside you, his hand gripping your throat tighter. “good girl. that’s what i want. scream for me. let them know who you belong to.”

your body arched helplessly, the edge of the table biting into your back as his cock hammered into you, every thrust punching the air from your lungs. your nails dug into his forearms, the solid muscle beneath your hands unmoving, unyielding. you were nothing but a body to be used, stretched around him, filled, undone.

he shifted his grip, yanking you closer by your ankles, folding your knees up to your chest so he could slam deeper, the angle so brutal it made stars burst behind your eyes. your cunt clenched violently, gush spilling down his cock, soaking the table beneath you.

sukuna snarled, head tipping back as he watched the mess, “fuck—look at that. you’re drenching me, soaking this fucking table like you’re trying to mark it. nasty little slut. can’t even control yourself.”

your cries came broken, wrecked, “please—please, i can’t—”

his laugh was cruel, merciless, his thrusts never faltering. “can’t what? can’t handle it? can’t stop cumming on my cock like a filthy bitch?”

your walls fluttered hard, your body giving in despite your weak protests, and he felt it, grinning sharp as lightning cracked above. “there it is. you’re gonna cum again, aren’t you? you’re such a fuckin’ mess for me.”

“sukuna—” you sobbed, your thighs trembling violently.

he leaned down, his mouth crushing yours in a filthy kiss, his tongue forcing past your lips, swallowing your whimpers as his cock drove mercilessly into you. when he pulled back, spit slick between your mouths, his voice was a growl, low and vicious, “cum for me. right now. soak me. make a fucking mess.”

the command ripped through you like lightning, your entire body snapping as your orgasm tore you apart. your cunt clamped down around him, fluttering hard, wet gushing out in a humiliating rush, soaking his cock, your thighs, the table beneath you. you screamed his name, raw and desperate, your body thrashing helplessly in his grip.

sukuna groaned, his grin feral, watching you come undone beneath him. “fuck, that’s it, that’s my girl. pathetic and perfect. look at you—screamin’, squirting all over me, you’re nothing but my little fuckdoll.”

he kept fucking you through it, every thrust pulling another sob from your throat, your body oversensitive and shaking. his cock throbbed inside you, his pace turning ragged, desperate, his grin splitting wider.

“gonna fill you up,” he snarled, his voice breaking into a growl, “gonna stuff you full right here on this table, make you leak with me while you sit across from them at breakfast tomorrow. they’ll never know how full of my cum you are.”

the filthy words made your cunt spasm again, squeezing him so tight he groaned, his hips stuttering. with a final brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing deep inside you as he spilled, hot and thick, filling you until it spilled back out, dripping down your ass onto the polished wood.

his laugh was low, satisfied, unhinged, his chest heaving as he watched the mess. “look at that. ruined. wrecked. exactly how i like you.”

you lay trembling beneath him, your body buzzing, your cunt leaking his cum in thick streaks down your thighs. the storm roared outside, thunder rattling the glass, but all you could hear was the wet drip of the mess he’d left inside you.

sukuna leaned down, his mouth brushing your ear, his voice a rasp, still cruel even in its intimacy, “you’re mine. don’t forget it. no matter where you are in this house, no matter who you’re with—you’ll always be full of me.”

he bit your neck hard enough to sting, then pulled back, his eyes gleaming down at you, wild and satisfied. and then he was moving again, his cock still hard, still buried inside you, grinding deeper with a grin that promised he wasn’t finished, not until the storm outside had nothing left on the storm he was pulling from your body.

SHIU KONG

the storm had been rolling in since early evening, heavy clouds bruising the sky until nightfall made the entire city below vanish into a dark blur. from the top floor of the shiu family’s penthouse, the glass walls stretched wide, giving you both a view of lightning splitting the horizon, rain streaking the windows in frantic patterns. the place smelled faintly of cigars and old money—everything polished, curated, sharp lines and expensive silence.

shiu had you against the window, your bare chest pressed to the cold glass, the city lights and storm outside your backdrop. his hand was at the back of your neck, palm heavy, forcing your face against the pane while his cock pushed into you from behind, slow, steady, unyielding. every thrust made the glass tremble faintly, your breath fogging against it in desperate little bursts.

“you’re lucky the glass is thick,” his voice was low, smooth, almost casual despite the filth spilling out of him, “otherwise the whole city would hear how wet you are for me.”

your palms smeared across the glass, your body shaking as he bottomed out inside you, your whisper breaking, “shiu, it’s—oh god—it’s too much—”

he chuckled quietly, leaning close enough that you felt his breath against your ear, his tone calm in a way that made your body clench tighter. “too much? don’t lie. you’re dripping down your thighs like you’ve been waiting for this all night. begging me to fuck you while my parents sit in the next room drinking scotch. you wanted too much.”

the humiliation made your skin burn, your pussy fluttering around him despite the shame, and he groaned low at the sensation, his thrusts still maddeningly slow. he wasn’t rushing. shiu didn’t fuck like a man who lost control—he fucked like a man who liked to stretch the moment until you were unraveling, begging, pliant.

his hand slid from your neck to your jaw, forcing your head sideways so your reflection in the window stared back at you, your face flushed and lips swollen. his voice was a murmur in your ear, steady, deliberate, “look at yourself. pathetic little girl, letting me bend you over against glass like a toy. does it make you feel owned? it should.”

your throat tightened, your words barely audible, “i do—I feel yours—”

that earned you a sharp thrust, his cock slamming deep, forcing a cry out of you that fogged the glass even more. he hummed in satisfaction, pressing his lips briefly to your temple, almost affectionate despite the grip still firm on your jaw. “good. don’t forget who you belong to.”

his pace quickened then, deliberate control giving way to something heavier, his hips slapping against your ass, the sound obscene against the backdrop of rain and thunder. the glass rattled faintly with every thrust, the view of the storm blurring with the slick streaks your body left on it.

“spread your legs wider,” he ordered, his voice calm, commanding.

you obeyed instantly, trembling as your body opened further for him, and he rewarded you with a groan, his cock driving deeper, stretching you so full you could hardly breathe.

“that’s it. obedient,” he praised softly, though the words felt sharp with possession. his hand slipped down between your thighs, fingers pressing against your swollen clit, rubbing slow circles that contrasted the brutal snap of his hips. “such a good little thing, taking me while anyone could walk in. dripping all over the window like you’re begging for someone to see.”

you whimpered, your body shaking, your words breaking into pieces, “i—it feels so good, please—please don’t stop—”

he smirked against your ear, his tone dark with amusement, “i wasn’t planning to. not until you cum so hard you stain the glass with it.”

the filthy promise made your cunt spasm around him, slick gushing out, and he hissed at the sensation, his fingers pressing harder to your clit. “there it is. greedy little pussy, clenching like it never wants to let me go.”

his hand on your jaw turned your face enough that he could kiss you, swallowing your whimpers, his tongue slow and possessive in your mouth as his cock pounded into you. when he pulled back, his lips wet against your cheek, he murmured, “cum for me. do it now. make a mess all over my cock.”

your body broke instantly at the command, your orgasm tearing through you so violently your knees nearly gave out. you screamed against the glass, your thighs shaking as you gushed around him, slick dripping down both your legs, your cunt spasming desperately on his cock.

shiu groaned low, fucking you through it, his thrusts finally rougher, harsher, his control slipping as he felt you squeeze him tight, milking him. “fuck—you’re perfect. listen to yourself, screaming like you want the whole damn floor to hear.”

you gasped his name, your body convulsing, your vision blurred with tears and the reflection of your own wrecked face in the glass.

his pace grew ragged, his cock throbbing inside you, his voice breaking into something harsher now, “gonna fill you up. make you walk back out there dripping with me. you’ll sit across from them full of my cum and no one will know but us.”

the filthy words made you clench again, your body tightening around him, and he snarled, slamming deep, burying himself to the hilt. his cock pulsed, hot spurts flooding inside you, spilling deep until you felt it leak down your thighs, smearing the glass where your body trembled against it.

he groaned against your neck, his chest heaving, his voice low, satisfied, “perfect. stuffed full of me, just how you should be.”

you collapsed against the glass, your body wrecked, your breath fogging it in weak little bursts, cum dripping thick between your thighs.

shiu stayed inside you, still hard, his hand smoothing over your hip almost gently now. his lips brushed your ear, his voice calm again, soft but final, “don’t move yet. i like seeing you pinned here. ruined, used, mine.”

his reflection in the glass was sharp behind yours—tall, composed, untouched by the mess he’d pulled out of you. and you, trembling and leaking down the window, were exactly what he wanted to see: proof of his control, his possession, his name branded into you with every thrust and every drop of cum he left inside you.

HIGURUMA HIROMI

the higuruma estate was all polished stone, heavy wood, and the quiet weight of money; a place meant to intimidate visitors into silence before they even spoke. but tonight, the courtroom his parents had built inside the house—yes, a full chamber, complete with a bench, gallery seating, even a judge’s chair—was locked, empty, lit only by the storm pressing against the high windows.

you shouldn’t have been in there. you shouldn’t have let him drag you inside, the echo of your hurried footsteps across the marble enough to give you away. his parents were home, two floors above, in their drawing room, their voices a faint hum through the ceiling, laughter and the clinking of glasses carrying down into this vast chamber.

and yet you were bent over the defendant’s table, palms flat against the glossy wood, your skirt rucked up around your waist. higuruma was behind you, sleeves rolled to his elbows, shirt unbuttoned, his cock driving into your cunt with the same ruthless precision he used in cross-examinations.

each thrust was deep, steady, and the sound of your slick echoed shamelessly in the cavernous room. you tried to bury your moans into your arm, but he tugged your hair back until your spine arched, your cries spilling free into the air.

“speak up,” his voice carried, smooth, deliberate, the cadence of a prosecutor delivering lines to a jury. “this is an open court. everything you say is entered into record.”

you gasped, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, “please—please, they’ll hear—”

higuruma leaned forward, his chest pressing to your back, his breath hot at your ear as his cock slammed deep again, making the table rattle. “objection. irrelevant. the jury deserves to know how good i fuck you.”

your cunt fluttered helplessly around him, shame and arousal crashing together. “i can’t—hiromi, i can’t—”

“address the court properly,” he cut you off smoothly, lips brushing your ear. “say it. ‘your honor, i can’t take it.’”

you choked on a sobbing moan, your voice breaking, “your honor—I can’t take it!”

the sound of his laugh was quiet, cruel, his hand sliding down your stomach to press against your clit, circling slowly, mercilessly. “motion denied.”

you wailed, the pleasure unbearable, your thighs trembling as his cock filled you again and again, dragging against every spot inside you. he never lost rhythm, every thrust measured, every movement deliberate, his voice calm even as you fell apart.

“prosecution submits the following,” he groaned softly, his pace tightening, hips snapping harder, “that this defendant is guilty of being a filthy little slut, addicted to my cock, willing to risk discovery in her lover’s family courtroom.”

his words made your cunt spasm violently, slick pouring down your thighs, your voice breaking, “i admit it, i admit it—I’m guilty, please—”

“confession accepted,” he said smoothly, fucking you faster now, the wet slap of your bodies loud in the vaulted chamber. “sentencing to be carried out immediately.”

his hand on your clit rubbed harder, faster, and your orgasm slammed into you so violently your knees buckled. you screamed, the sound echoing up to the ceiling, surely carrying through the floorboards to where his parents sat above. your cunt gushed around him, soaking the table, dripping down his thighs.

higuruma groaned, his composure fraying, his thrusts brutal now, pounding into you with none of his earlier restraint. “look at you—squirting all over my courtroom—staining my parents’ legacy with your filth.”

you sobbed into the wood, your body convulsing, his cock splitting you open until you were choking on your own breath.

“sentence extended,” he growled now, voice low, breaking from calm to raw, “you’ll take every drop of my cum inside you, and you’ll thank me for it.”

higuruma groaned low, fucking you through it, relentless, his composure fraying as your cunt milked him. “fuck—you’re squeezing me so good—sentence executed perfectly.”

his thrusts grew ragged, his pace breaking, his breath harsh as he slammed into you deeper, harder. his voice was low now, dark with lust, “court will now adjourn—with me filling you until you can’t walk out of here.”

his thrusts turned frantic, his body shaking against yours, his cock slamming deeper, harder, until he buried himself to the hilt, groaning low as hot spurts of cum flooded your cunt. he held you pinned to the table, grinding it deeper, filling you until it leaked instantly, streaking down your thighs and pooling on the polished floor.

the storm cracked overhead, lightning flashing through tall windows, and for a moment you thought you heard the faint creak of footsteps above, a pause in his parents’ voices. your heart lurched in your chest.

higuruma didn’t care. he stayed inside you, heavy against your back, his lips brushing your temple as he whispered, calm again, “case closed.”

he pulled out slowly, his cum spilling thick and wet from your cunt, dripping onto the defendant’s chair, staining the courtroom wood with evidence that would never wash clean.

he caught your chin, forced you to look up at the judge’s bench looming over you, his voice steady, final. “and tomorrow, you’ll be on trial again. i’ll always find you guilty.”

upstairs, his parents’ laughter resumed, oblivious, while below their son left you ruined in the very chamber they’d built for justice.

CHOSO KAMO

the rain had been falling all afternoon, steady sheets drumming against the tiled roof of the kamo estate, the kind of storm that drowned out the city and made everything inside feel like a quiet, expensive cage. the house was too vast, its walls hung with old scrolls and lacquered frames, the floors echoing under your bare feet. his parents were still awake, entertaining guests in the next wing of the house—you could hear muffled voices, laughter carried faintly through the paper-thin doors, the occasional clink of porcelain cups.

you should’ve been upstairs, out of sight. instead, you were in the family’s tatami room, kneeling on the woven mats, your palms pressed into the floor, your ass raised and swaying helplessly while choso knelt behind you. his kimono was undone, pooling around his hips, his cock sliding in and out of your cunt in deep, unhurried strokes.

every time he pulled almost all the way out, he pushed back in to the hilt, so slow you could feel every ridge of him splitting you open. the slick sound was obscene in the quiet room, loud enough you were terrified it would carry through the sliding doors. your body ached with the effort of holding in your moans, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip until it hurt.

“they’ll hear,” you whispered desperately, voice breaking as he filled you again, your arms trembling.

choso’s voice was low, calm, threaded with that steady patience that made it even filthier. “then you’d better stay quiet, hm? or do you want my father to know how desperate you are for me?”

the shame made your cunt clench tight around him, and he groaned under his breath, his hands settling firm on your hips. he leaned over you, his hair brushing your bare shoulder, his lips ghosting the edge of your ear. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you? him knowing his son has you bent over like this, dripping all over the tatami.”

you shook your head wildly, but your body betrayed you, fluttering around his cock, more slick spilling down your thighs. he chuckled, quiet but dark, his pace still maddeningly slow.

“liar,” he murmured, his chest pressing against your back as he drove deep again. “your cunt squeezes me every time i mention them. you’re disgusting.”

your face burned, tears stinging your eyes, your words spilling out broken, “i—I’m not—I just—it feels so good—”

“shameless girl,” he interrupted, his voice still soft, unhurried, the way a knife slides without resistance. “taking me while my mother pours tea just a few rooms away. if they slide that door open right now, they’ll see you on your knees for me, ruined.”

you whimpered into your palms, your body shaking, the fear and humiliation winding into something unbearable. choso’s hand left your hip, sliding up your spine until his fingers tangled in your hair, forcing your head up. your teary reflection stared back at you in the lacquered cabinet across the room, your face flushed, mouth swollen, eyes wide.

“look,” he whispered against your ear. “watch yourself while i fuck you.”

his thrusts grew sharper then, deliberate snaps of his hips that made the mats creak under your knees, his cock slamming so deep you couldn’t hold back your cries. he didn’t shush you this time. his hand in your hair tightened, his breath harsher against your ear.

“let them hear,” he rasped. “let them know you’re mine.”

your orgasm ripped through you so suddenly you nearly collapsed forward, your scream muffled against your arm, your thighs trembling violently. your cunt clamped down on him, gushing slick down his cock, staining the tatami beneath you.

choso groaned, his composure fraying, his hips pounding into you harder, faster, the wet slap echoing now. “fuck—you’re soaking me—look at the mess you’re making on my parents’ floor.”

you sobbed, your body convulsing, your voice cracked and filthy, “i can’t stop, i can’t—i’m sorry—”

“don’t be sorry,” he growled, fucking you harder, chasing his own release now. “be grateful. they built this house for me to ruin you in.”

his hand shoved your face down into the mats, his cock slamming into you one final time as he groaned low, guttural, spilling hot cum deep inside you. thick spurts filled you until it leaked instantly, streaking down your thighs, dripping onto the tatami.

he stayed buried in you, his chest heaving, his voice low but steady again, calm in the wreckage. “perfect. stuffed full of me in their house. if they walk in, they’ll see exactly who you belong to.”

you trembled under him, tears streaking your flushed face, his cum seeping warm and wet between your thighs, soaking the woven mats.

outside, you heard a faint laugh through the paper door—his mother’s voice, clear as a bell, oblivious.

choso pressed a kiss to your damp temple, his cock still deep inside you, his tone almost gentle. “stay down. don’t move. i want the floor ruined under us when they come in tomorrow morning.”

the storm rattled the estate walls, the rain pounding harder, but all you could feel was the slow, humiliating drip of his cum staining the kamo family’s pristine tatami, the proof of what you had let him do here, in the center of their legacy.

[softbabybutch-deactivated201804]

somnophilia with mutual consent is honestly such the mood. like hell yeah i wanna tease the fuck out of you while you’re asleep. not enough stimulation to wake you up, but just enough to make you think you’re having the best sex dream of your life. i wanna see you unconciously bucking your hips and grinding as my finger just barely grazes your clit and pushes in just enough into your soaking pussy that it makes you moan as though it were my strap on. you cant help but whine and whimper without abandon, especially when i run the vibrator all over your body. your nipples are hard and begging to be sucked, your pussy is dripping with need. its all a game of how far can i go before you wake up. but i’m sure you’d pretend to be asleep, even as i fuck you and make you cum like the helpless little slut that you are. my perfect little toy.