The beastmen of twisted wonderland...of nrc, being able to smell that you were masturbating.
Maybe you woke up early from a good dream, and couldn't get back to sleep. Not needing to be up to start getting ready for another hour, you frustratedly try to get back to the dream. You're alone in the dorm, Grim had stayed with Ace and Deuce for the night, what he called 'guys night' which was fine by you.
You try to remember how it felt, what you saw, and try to replicate it with your thoughts and with your hands down your shorts, already wet, giving you some aid when parting your lips to circle your clit. You close your eyes, and put your other arm over your face, trying to block out the sun on the horizon bleeding in your window. You try to remember that face, the boy who'd had you in his grasp and had pleasured you so well, doted on you so lovingly. It's almost clear...
Your alarm blares, and you pull your hand away with a jolt. Dammit...not only do you not remember who you'd dreamt of, but you didn't even get to cum...
You're irritated walking into school, a pout on your lips and a glare pinching your brows. You just need to get to your first class. Just have to get there and take a seat and let this lingering heat die down in your gut...you take a seat beside the boy your sleepy eyes were drawn to when you entered the classroom.
•The boys who shy away and can't look you in the eye when you partner up with them in class: Azul, Jack
Azul could smell it on you the moment you walked up to him, or rather, the desk he occupied. You smelled sweet at first, but the closer you got, the hotter it made him, the heady scent just evident enough to be captured by the sensitive nose of a mer, of any non-human. He fights the urge to cover his nose with his hand, not wishing to make you think something smells wrong with you, when that's not the case at all. It smells just right, and it's fogging his mind. You're wet, he can smell how slick you are.
"Azul." His head snaps to look at you, eyes wide. You're glaring just a bit, with your bottom lip jutted out in a tempting pout, but you lighten up when you see how bewildered he looks. "You've been spacing out since class started. Professor Crewel gave us today's assignment, we should start working on it." Spacing out? What time was it? How long had he been thinking about your scent and your body and your wet heat soaking the seat of your panties and-
"R-right..."
Jack's stomach twists at the smell, then his ears lower and his tail tucks when he sees the look on your face. He can smell that you were...masturbating, but he can also tell you didn't finish, he can smell the sexual frustration on you. It's so thick, he has to raise his leg to rest atop his other to ease what he knows will be a growing discomfort and an eager problem. He taps his index finger rapidly on his thigh, trying and failing to bite his tongue, but ultimately he has to ask. "You alright, prefect?" He flinches when you part your legs and lean back in your chair, relaxing with an upset groan.
"I'm fine...just didn't get much sleep..."
A growl rumbles in his chest at the gentle swell of sex that you give off, something he masks with a cough. "Uh...well, I can lend you my notes after class...if you need to take it easy." You drop your head into your hands with a sigh, and a muttered, exhausted "thank you..."
•The boys who won't let anyone get to you before they do once they've smelled you: Leona, Floyd
Leona's drawn out of his tired state, relaxing in his chair leaned back against the desk behind him, when you walk in. He looks at you, with one eye hardly open, and catches the way you cover your yawn with your elbow, a yawn that parts his own lips to mirror it in response. The way your scent pulls at his gut, the musky smell of sex that lingers between your thighs, he feels possessive. Something primal tells him that's his, that scent belongs to him, as do you.
He purrs, deep in his chest when you get close. It's instinct, he couldn't stop it if he tried. Not that he cares. No, not at all. He kicks the chair next to him into the aisle, and it's groans against the floor, cutting you off and blocking your path. You look at him and he holds your gaze for a second, before closing his eyes again. He doesn't need to watch, he's sure you understand. And he sits smug, listening to the chair legs scrape on the floor and the wood creak when you drag it over and sit down beside him. "Rough morning?~" He purrs quietly. "...something like that..."
Floyd perks up, alert and sharp like a shark smelling blood in the water. He hates mornings, especially ones spent in stuffy old classrooms, but he likes shrimpy, and he really likes the smell that clings to you right now. Your steps are heavy, 'oh? Is shrimpy grumpy?' His lip curls, smiling wider with each step closer you get to his desk. What luck, the seat beside him is empty. Wouldn't it be nice to have a nice, sweet-smelling shrimpy occupy that space?
You squeak a bit in shock when you're yanked backwards by your school blazer. "Careful there shrimpy. Aren't you glad I was here to help you to your seat? You could've fallen, silly~" You sigh and deflate once you stumble into the empty seat. "Floyd...did you have to pull me like that?" He laughs, a casual sound that his blown pupils betray the meaning of. You smell delicious, and the only reason he's not diving between your legs is because no one here is worthy of seeing you writhing in ecstacy as he eats you out. "I don't know what you mean shrimpy, I was helping you," the toe of his shoe drags along your calf as he lifts your legs to give himself space under the desk to stretch out. The warmth and weight of your legs on top of his is nice. "I'll have to think about how you can repay me~"
The calculated one who teases you knowingly, giving off hints that he knows: Jade
The other beastmen in the class all turn to look at you as you enter the classroom. Is so clear, what you've done. Jade's surprised the humans can't smell it on you, can't smell the scent of sex on you. It's bright, alluring, and your frustration makes it heated and desperate, and his body responds so easily it takes actual effort to suppress the noise in his chest that threatens to escape.
"Prefect." You turn to look at him and he takes in that scrunched nose, those glaring eyes, the taut brows. How adorable. He waves you over to his desk, the seat beside him free for you to take. You sit with a huff, and as you exhale pointedly, he inhales greedily. He masks it under a bored sigh, eyes catching yours then turning to the front, but not before giving you a smile that has you tensing visibly.
You yawn a lot during class, and he fights shivers that tempt to dance down his spine. He's calm...collected...fine...relaxed. By the end of class his stomach is in knots, as if he'd been torturing himself and teetering on the edge for hours. He has half a mind to drag you off someplace and fix both of your problems, but-
He stands as others begin to shuffle out of class. You seem to sink into your seat before you straighten, looking like you're about to get up. He bumps your shoulder with his hip, just lightly enough for you to feel the touch, but not enough that it moves you.
"You seem a little sea-sluggish, try to tire yourself out before bed tonight. You might sleep deeper that way~" and with that, Jade leaves, eager to see how strongly you may smell tomorrow.
The one who's eager, and will do whatever it takes to get a taste of you: Ruggie
Ruggie's ears shoot up and his tail wags fiercely before he even sees you enter the classroom. You smell delicious, and he needs it. He'll roll over and bark and beg if he has to.
He's waving you down the second you pass through the doorway. Luckily you walk over with no hesitance. He thinks he might melt in his seat the way you glare not necessarily at him, just the situation.
"Hey (y/n)~" He says, drawing out your name and grinning at you. He snickers at the way your lips purse and one brow raises as you glance at him.
"Say, did you do the homework we needed for today?" Groaning, you mumble a 'no'.
Ruggie, maybe too enthusiastically, fishes some folded sheets of paper out of his pocket. It was simply information from the text that would be use for today's lesson, an easy study guide (if you actually did it). He'll share. No biggie.
"What's the catch?" A taste. "No sweat! I'll keep this little favor in mind for when I've got something you can do for me!"
You're reluctant, but you take it, laying the papers out straight on the table.
Ruggie stares at you with his chin on his hand, leaning on the desk. Is his tail wagging? He's not sure. He's thinking about how to go about asking you to drop that skirt...
Hfhkfdykjc reader stuck in a porthole like flounder when she's visiting the octotrio, and trying to pull and wiggle and kick your way out, and the twins just....their pupils blown wide and the sharp teeth displayed in happy lustful smiles. Cw smut and oviposition
They say they'll help you out, one will pull from the front, the other will push from the back. Jade's hands under your arms, webbed, clawed fingers splaying out and digging in, gently of course. Floyd's hands on your hips, a little too low but he says that's fine, more surface area for pushing. Jade pulls, Floyd pushes, and you're unable to do anything but feel Floyd's hips against your ass and Jade's abdomen against your cheek.
They succeeded in nothing aside from tearing your swimsuit bottoms and displacing the already poorly fitted top. You'd told them this didn't fit right, you didn't want to be so exposed, but they'd told you that you're technically more 'modestly dressed' than any merperson, so no one will bat an eye at your tits being bare aside from the cover at the very front, and your stomach being so visible and your butt so uncovered and the front of your sex so close to being seen with how tight fitted the bottoms are.
"Oh, what a shame~" Jade purrs, and Floyd only gives a mock murmur of sympathy before he gets right to the point. His thumbs stroke and spread your lips, and you feel something prod lightly at your hole as he rocks back and forth against you. It feels bigger and bigger with each press of his hips and you only know for certain what it is when Jade turns your face back towards him.
Fleshy, pale pink cocks mere centimeters from your face. Two thick lengths that grow thinner the higher up you look. You feel a pressure at your entrance and gasp, allowing Jade to pull at your bottom lip. You must look stupid, gazing up at him, confused and flustered like this. He opens his mouth at you, slowly, and you feel inclined to do the same. He smiles at you and guides your lips to one of his cocks and let's you take it in your mouth when you want. He hums appreciatively when your tongue pokes out, blanketing the underside before your lips close around it.
At jade's sound, Floyd presses in, slowly, and you try to relax. Your legs feel tense while you make an effort to get adjusted to the feeling of two cocks taking up space inside you. They're thin to start, so it doesn't really feel like two, but as he slowly thrusts, inching more of himself inside, you start to feel so full.
Jade gives you his hand to steady yourself as the new sensations begin to affect you. You let him press further into your mouth, cock bobbing against your tongue, meanwhile his free hand strokes his other beside your cheek.
A webbed hand strokes down your thigh then back up, moving to the front and lifting it slowly, and you whine as with each thrust, Floyd's cocks sink deeper inside you. There's a fluttering feeling, something so new to you, that twists and winds up in pleasure at the feeling of something so thick inside you for the first time like this. It's like nothing you've ever felt.
Jade's hand under your chin keeps your head up as you go numb at the pleasure, yet still making an eager attempt to suck the cock in your mouth, moaning and whimpering around it. Something his own moans tell you he appreciates.
His hand on his cock speeds up it strokes in tandem with his hips thrusting into your mouth and you do your best to prepare for what's to come.
It's salty and cool and thick in a way that's almost gard to swallow. It goes down easy, but it feels like it sticks around, coating your mouth and throat. Jade groans, squeezing his other cock at its base, tight short strokes while he pulls back from your mouth. You wonder why, but the -
"Oh gods-" you cry out a pathetic whimper of pleasure as Floyd comes inside you, followed by a strange pressure. You squeeze jade's hand, still holding yours, and press your other against the wall you're currently stuck in. It's hard to breathe, but not from being underwater...
"Floyd!" Jade yells at his brother in disapproval, sinking down to your level and holding you up.
"It's not my fault! Shrimpy just felt," a moan and a laugh, "so good...I couldn't pull out." You feel nauseatingly full."If you could feel how she's squeezing me, you'd think she's begging for my eggs~"
"Eggs?!" You shout in disbelief. Floyd can only snicker and grind into you more, obviously proud of himself...
Cw yuu reader is (voluntarily) used in a study to see how her magicless, foreign world human body would make offspring with different kinds of twisted wonderland races and species. I list them in a way that makes sense to me, humans, then mers and beastmen, and finally fae, so you can read up to the boy you love and imagine the pregnancy and life together after! Feelings are left ambiguous from the readers side, but each boy has feelings for the reader, so you can enjoy your happy family fantasies however you choose <3
After graduation (and still not having a way home) you start getting attention from scientists and doctors and alchemist and such. They're curious, you're magicless AND from a different world? There's things they've been dying to know!
By the time theyve done their most basic and standard tests and gotten all they can get out of you, you're an adult who has settled into a regular life, with a job (aside from the pay you get as the test subject or all this) and they all want to move on to some...other tests.
Offspring. What would children from you be like? Humans aren't exactly their first choice because you're the same, but they'll be used to see if magic passes down through you genetically. But they're curious about others more...
Somehow, your old classmates get word of this and. They all volunteer. All of them. You didn't even agree to this but you're here now, experiencing so many different kinds of sex. It's the humans first.
Vil is especially interested in what your children may become and what they could achieve, fucking you deep and sensually, his cock bumping snuggly against your cervix, feeling you shiver underneath him as he talks about how beautiful your baby would be because of you. Rook is the same, and Cater is similar, more so chatting about how cute they'd be. Jamil, Trey, and Ace come off as possessive, but in a sweet way. You'd be able to just relax at home and not worry about a thing, home with your baby to then relax when he comes back home, getting time for yourself. It may just be a fantasy for one of them (Ace), but that's fine. (Ace doesn't even believe he'll be the one to get you pregnant. What are the odds. He's just excited to get to fuck you like he'd often dreamed of during school honestly)
Kalim and Deuce are just...so noble about it. They have plans for if you get pregnant with their baby. They'll be such good dad's, so supporting and loving and a good role model and-fuck...they don't last long during the 'experiment'. Epel is the same, except with the spirit and drive of a fucking racehorse. You'll be the prettiest, happiest mama, free to relax all day with your baby. He'll do everything, that's a husband's job. Your job is to be safe and warm in your home and nurse your precious baby and play and learn all day until he gets home to do the same, and plow you into the bed when the babies asleep for the night. Silver and Riddle are still so flustered, but they're prepared. Another pair who will be ready if it's their baby you become pregnant with.
If no pregnancy occurs, the next chosen group is the merpeople and beastman.
Floyd's so excited! He gets to see little shrimpy again (you keep acquainted on social media like all of your past classmates, but he's been working away or back home in the sea :( ) and he'd always thought about you like 'that'. Cute, sweet shrimpy below him for him to fuck, taking his dick and his cum deep inside you, taking his dicks and his eggs (this one wasn't in the plans, he stowed away a potion so he could turn and fuck you again in his real form, despite this type of 'pregnancy' not possible of yielding the results the study desires). Jade is similar, but he teases you the whole time. Lots of teasing about what you'll do when you become pregnant. You'll have to follow him wherever his job sends him, around the lands or back home to the sea. Can you do that, little one? Can you handle it~ Azul is nervous! Who woulda thought! Haha, they're all genuine in that they had and still have feelings for you to some extent, but Azul is one who tried very hard to hide them in your days at school. Like Riddle, he'd already have a plan, but when it comes to the act itself, Azul is almost falling apart. You look so...perfect, he hasn't seen you in a long time, and he's going to gather and wrangle his nerves and use this time to its fullest.
Ruggie is just excited to see you again. He catches up with you like a friend, but then he gets playfully flirty, It's friendly, yet intimate. He spends a lot time with his head between your legs just for the fun of it. When everything is done he's cracking a dumb joke while still inside you before helping you sit up. He exchanges numbers with you, properly connecting after all these years, before heading out after friendly goodbyes. Now Jack...Jack is so nervous. He'd signed up for this obviously, and he knows what it would mean if he got you pregnant: a home with you, a baby, lots of doctors appointments for the baby as they grow up to track everything these researchers want. And he's ready for it. And then there's Leona. Sly, mature, happy to see you (as happy as he would openly express), and ready for it. In fact, he makes it known to the researchers that if he gets you pregnant, they'll be knocked down a rung in place of his families royal doctors, having to go through them before they can come around the little princess or prince. He just smirks down at you, waiting, until they eventually respond that his terms are understood.
Leona was the shift in the program. People of high status will have certain terms to agree to in contract. But when it comes to Idia, there's no terms to agree with: Styx is funding the research after all. He's been keeping an eye on you this entire time, because with your foreign worldly status, you're a person of interest to the organization. But he hadn't thought it through about...how he'd actually be...doing it. He's more confident than he was as a teen, but that doesn't mean he's any less flustered by you and his desire. He sure makes do though...
And lastly, the fae. Sebek, a knight of the royal family, still gets flustered when you poke at his use of 'human', ever the same prickly man you expected him to be. He's here because he wants to be, but he also says several times that, if he were not to get you pregnant, that it should Malleus, and he would guard you three with his life. It's awkward, but sweet and noble. Lilia, still kickin and seemingly no closer to 'the end' than he had been the last time you saw him, is quite happy to see you! Malleus and he still talk of you so fondly every so often, and had wondered how you'd been all these years. He even greets you with a kiss, on the cheek of course, but it encroaches on your lips, teasing at the corner of your smile. He's very honest with you (unlike he had been with the research team), he can't get you pregnant! It's just not possible anymore, don't you worry your precious little head about it! So instead, he's here to prepare you for-
Malleus. Prince Malleus Draconia
He hasn't seen you in so long, and seemingly shy in how he admits he often thinks of you. It's a sweet reunion.
And so, if you haven't fallen pregnant by now, and you reach this stage of research? It's over. The trial is over, the scientists will not get a single thing from this. They can try and inquire in the years to come, but there's no guarantee that the king and queen of briar valley will let outsiders intrude and use their little one as a test subject.
Malleus is barely there more than five minutes before you, he, and Lilia are gone. Researchers are left in shock that they've now lost the subject of this entire program. How unfortunate...
Malleus is so happy to see you again. He can't express it enough. He makes it known how much he cares for you, that he does and for long has held a love for you, and even if you don't reciprocate, you have a home here in briar valley, a home in him. You never have to worry about your future. You may be from a different world, but his accepts you, wholly and completely.
He has no need to worry though. You gladly tell him that you've waited this long, you wouldn't make him wait any longer~
Cw me getting fucked by centaur Enmu. Touching myself, him eating me out, me sucking and stroking his dick, penetrative sex, minor mention of squirting, horse cock creampie, exhausted cuddles. Self indulgent, I just want a giant horse cock to cum so much in me I feel sick. Not proofread
Centaur Enmu having such a hard time not getting horny around me. I've noticed once or twice when his cock becomes more prominent but I never say anything. I want him but I don't want to ruin this relationship we have, we're already both so shy. But I keep thinking about it, and I need it so bad.
We're supposed to meet here soon, but since I got here early I can take a dip in the stream and act like I forgot about the time and got caught up playing with myself. On my knees, face lowered to the ground, fingers pumping in and out, fingers swiping messily over my clit. I hope he shows up soon.
I'm so close to coming when I hear a noise at the tree line. I can see it's him but I'll wait until he makes himself known, see how long he's willing to 'spy' on me. After a minute or two I wiggle my hips and try to finger myself deeper and I whine and moan his name. He finally decides to come forward, calling my name quietly, and I sit up, "embarrassed".
I say I'm sorry, I lost track of time and he stumbles through some reassurance that's it fine. We sit in silence until he asks what I was doing. Enjoying myself I'd say, and after another moment of silence he asks if he heard me right. If he heard me call his name... and I did.
He asks to see what I was doing again, trying to hide his arousal under curiosity, and I nod, standing and walking to a nearby rock formation and sitting on the ground with my back against it. I slowly lead my fingers down, slowly leading his eyes down, and lightly stroke my lips, then part them, and focus on my clit to leave myself more open for him to see. He's mesmerized, eyes wide and cheeks red. I mumble something, then say it a little louder.
"Sometimes, people will use their mouths on each other here..." And I look away when he remains quiet, worrying I've ruined the moment. But he speaks, "could I?....." I nod and my face grows hot while I stand up and lean against the rock. I spread my legs and hold myself slightly open for him as he approaches. He lowers onto his knees, then stomach when he still has to go lower. His hands on my bare thighs make me shiver.
He's so sweet and gentle, focusing his tongue on certain parts like he'd observed me doing with my fingers. Even bring one hand up and gently inserting a finger while lapping at my clit and tasting my lips. I brush my hand through his hair, it's perfect. He knows exactly how I want it, he knows me that well.
I see his hips roll slightly sideways, alleviating the pressure on his back legs...and his quickly growing cock. "D-Do you want.....me to..." I look down at him then to his cock and he slows to a halt. I see his tail flick at the thought. "You don't have to..." He says, nudging his nose against my mound and casually taking in my scent more. I tell him I want to, so he stands slowly.
I kneel where I am and he takes a step forward, putting his hand against the rock and settling me underneath him.
It's so big, so long. Dripping, flared, bobbing. I can feel myself grow wetter at the thought of how it'll feel, how he'll sound. I put my hands under the length, holding it up to my mouth and he shivers. I cautiously press my tongue to the hole at the tip, going up, then down, and finally lightly sucking at the flatness. I can only fit the tip in my mouth, but he doesn't seem to mind, already enjoying what I'm doing.
I hum and moan with him in my mouth, licking up and down and in circles as I stroke his length with my hands. He likes it, shuddered breathes the impatient clop of hooves. It starts to taste extra salty and I'm a little bit scared of how much he'll let out and if I can swallow it all, but he pulls back.
He steps back until he can see me again and with a face so red he asks, "Can we....go further? I don't wanna cum for you just yet..." He says, whispering the last part. My heart beats so fast. He's so big, will he even fit?
Only one way to find out...
I nod and get up, leaning forward against the rock, allowing him to stand over me. His cock is so big it already slides onto my back. I try to be gentle as I maneuver him so his tip and lined with my hole, and I help by pressing him in.
Oh fuck, he's so big. Oh fuck she's so tight. We both take a minute to breathe and adjust before I give a wiggle of my hips and he gets the message. Slow, slow thrusts of his hips push it further and further each time. It's so filling, it's so perfect. His moans are so sweet above me, his bucking so gentle. I can hardly take it, it's too good, I feel my mind growing numb.
My moans stop being so controlled and become loud, desperate, whorish even, and his pace picks up. I'm no where near the base and I won't be able to be, but it's still so good. "Enmu...I'm...I'm gonna......" I wiggle my hips, desperate to get more of him. "I'm gonna cum, come inside me, please, please...."
Hearing it must have done something good for him, because his thrusts pick up speed and he stops trying to hide his moans. We're both so eager and desperate to cum and when we do, he slams in as far he can go and my vision goes white, gushing on his cock, thin stream escaping for a moment before his cum starts to fill me, taking up all the space inside me. I want more, I want my belly to feel heavy with cum.
After several moments, he pulls out, a geyser of cum oozing out of me ro land on the ground below. I nearly collapse, but his arms help me stand, then aid me to sit beside him. I'm panting and sweating and my body still shivers at the feelings and sensations. I sluggishly reach my arms out for him and kiss his lips when he comes near.
It's sloppy and tired from both of us, but we've only kissed once before, and are usually so nervous around each other. This happened so fast, neither of us wanted to stop, or let our lack of experience together stop us as things began to ramp up.
Enmu rolls on his side once more, leaning against the rock before pulling me end to sit on him, straddling when his skin ends and his hide begins. I lean into his warmth and listen to his heart as mine begins to slow and relax.
We'll probably want to talk about it, but for right now we both just want to keep enjoying the others company.
CW: Stepcest, cheating, unprotected sex, creampie, stepmom close in age to stepson, married to his much older dad, Tamio wants to fuck his stepmom sooo bad, umm fucking the reader while she’s on the phone with her husband (Tamio’s father), confessions of love, sharing a bed, reader fears being found out and it harming Tamio, drinking, reader is a little drunk when it’s initiated (Tamio kisses first and she denies him, but she wants him, she’s just unsure if she should), they both consent, they sober up fast idk it’s my fic I make the rules, non consensual groping while reader is asleep, Tamio steals your dirty laundry, some angst at the end. These content warnings are NOT in order
Uh oohh brain thought about Tamio's dad being a creep and marrying a girl near his sons age or a little older and then Tamio getting the hots for his step mom oh noooooo
You tend to treat him more like a friend than a son, but sometimes you get a bit motherly, like fixing his hair if it's messy before he leaves to do whatever he's going to do, or making something for dinner that you know he likes. Sometimes when you go out people mistake you for a couple and he has to fight SO HARD not to cream his pants.
His dad is away a lot, which leaves him many opportunities. He doesn't act on anything directly, mainly steals your dirty laundry, but. You don't suspect anything of him. In your eyes, he's just a boy around your age who has adjusted well to having a new young mom. You know it's a bit weird, but he doesn't seem to mind. And because of this, he can get away with sleeping in your bed with you. He tells some lie that he had a nightmare or cooks up some sob story about feeling lonely and neglected by his dad, and he'd feel better being calmed down by his mom. And you always do, talking him through things, paying attention to his feelings. Eventually you fall asleep and he gets to admire your body in your sleep clothes.
Tamio tending to you when you're sick and then feeling you up when you're sleeping off the fever. He didn't go too far, just groping your chest and feeling your stomach and thighs, he's not about to ruin everything now.
He would never do something like that, so it mustve been a nightmare...you're heart skips a beat thinking about it. You shouldn't be feeling this way...
Things become a bit awkward after that. You think something is wrong with you, why would you have had that dream. Then Tamio gets sick and despite your stirring feelings you take care of him. He seems worse off than you were, achey and feverish and you can't help but pull back the covers and sit in bed with him. He curls around you, arms around your waist and head resting on your stomach. As you stroke his head you can't help but wonder if his mom was as neglectful as his dad seems to be...But you'll never know. Your husband isn't exactly an easy person to talk to. You hardly get any 'talking' done at all...
You don't know what made you start drinking one night, maybe there was some holiday, or celebration, or you just found something that tasted good while getting groceries, but you end up more than a little buzzed.
Tamio was drinking a bit, but not as much as you, both because he wanted to be able to keep an eye on you, and because he didn't want to do anything stupid.
Watching you on the couch from where he stands in the kitchen, you're softly giggling at your phone every now and again. Every time you laugh his gut twists tighter.
"Tamiooo, c'mere! I wanna show you somethin..." It's innocent but your soft voice and breathy tone make him choke. It sounds suggestive, he knows you don't mean it but that doesn't make him any less horny.
You lean really close when he sits on the couch and hold your phone between you two. He's not paying attention, instead staring at your phone case. A phone charm from your favorite anime and some other cutesy things. It really acts as a reminder that you're only a little older than him.
You laugh again and start to sway. He can't make himself move and he just watches as you catch yourself with your hand on his lap. You go quiet and look up at him.
"s..sorry....." You whisper. He watches your eyes as they flit between his eyes, his flushed cheeks, and his lips. They linger there, and he doesn't want to, but he does. He so badly wants to kiss you, and maybe he should.
He goes slow, giving you time to tell him no, but you don't. Just one kiss, he can settle for just one kiss.
Except he can't. He can't just take one, he needs you. When you turn your head away he kisses wherever he can as you squirm. Your hands grab his shirt as you try to make him slow down.
You're married to Tamio's dad, you shouldn't let him do this, but ever since that one day, when you had what you thought was a dream, you've been haunted by thoughts about him, thoughts you shouldn't have about someone who's, by all means that matter, your step son. But you can't deny that it lights a fire in your belly.
Turning your face back to him, him sneaking one more kiss to your lips before you manage to get him to pull away.
You look at him with eyes glassy and almost watering, your lips almost pouting, you look ashamed.
Again you look at his lips and he takes it as permission, kissing you again.
Your phone falls from your hand, sliding off the couch while your hands move in favor of grasping Tamio's shirt.
Tamio is clumsy, but so are you. You're not thinking straight, he can tell. But he's not going to stop, not now that you've started.
His hands move under your shirt, cold in contrast to how warm your skin is when he touches just above the elastic of your shorts. You whine when he goes just a bit further, to below your ribs, then to just under your breasts. You whine again when he doesn't touch them, instead pulling the waistband of your shorts down from over your stomach. He doesn't take them off completely, he glides his fingers over the stretchmarks and bumps in your skin.
He hasn't stopped looking in your eyes this whole time. You wish he would, so he would stop making you aware of what you're doing. You want more, if you're gonna do this you want more. But you can't bring yourself to make the move.
Tamio does it for you, removing your shorts finally. And finally he looks away from your eyes, traveling down your parted lips, your heaving chest, your slightly exposed stomach, to your thighs, and then. He exhales loudly, a shaky sound. He just stares. You shift your legs to try and cover yourself but he stops you, a soft shaking hand on your knee. His other hand ghosts down your thigh and just barely brushes your mound. It's sharp, like a hiccup, the way your breath hitched at the touch.
You think he'll go further, take your panties off, feel you through them. He leans between your legs to kiss you again, pressing his body against you and you can feel it. How hard he is.
He can feel it. How warm you are. How your hands tremble as they rest nervously on his arms. Your kisses had been sloppy and uncoordinated thus far, but you bring your tongue to run along his bottom lip. You initiated it, you want to kiss him, you want to taste his tongue on yours. He could weep. Oh how he's wanted you, and dreamed of this and hoped for this.
Dreams that felt so real he'd wake up with the fading feeling of you. The ghosts of your touch.
Touch, like how you're touching him now. Hands migrated from his arms to his chest. Fingers daring to, yet hesitatant to touch and undo the buttons. Slowly, he leans back, his lips leaving yours despite his reluctance, and he brings his hands to yours. Yours linger a moment before retreating to let his take over and do what you couldn't make yours do.
Buttons undone, each by fingers more shaky than the last. Yours eyes follow each one as they descend down his torso, until white meets grey. His hands pause, waiting in hopes that you respond. A moment of eye contact, a sound caught in your throat, your fingers twitching as you reach for his belt before you remember the situation you're in. But still, you make no move to stop him.
Not as his shirt is untucked and dropped off his shoulders, not as it's discarded completely, not as his belt is undone and his pants pushed down and kicked aside, you don't even stop him as his thumbs dip beneath the waistband of his underwear. You can't meet his eye for some reason. The hem of your shirt seems like the most interesting thing in the world at the moment, for your nail fiddles and picks at the stitching in earnest and you observe it intently. You're nervous, you're not using this as an excuse to stare at his skin and at the outline of his-
You slowly lift your shirt, silently telling him that he has to do it. To take it off you. To bare you naked before him. He has to be the one to do it, because you have to see that he wants it, that he's thought it through and that this isn't just a drunken spur of the moment.
It's not. His touch is slow but sure, gliding beneath the fabric, ghosting over your skin while the fabric drags up your chest. His other hand beneath your back prompts you to sit up to fully remove it. With one less piece of clothing, your almost at equal footing. He'd paused in removing the last of his clothing for this. You stay propped up on one arm, he stays still, staring at your bra-clad chest.
He watches how your chest rises and falls, he watches as you nervously push your chest just a smidge closer to him, begging him to take it off when you're not confident enough to say it, and he's not confident enough to ask.
Tamio's hands travel slowly over the fat of your hips, your stomach, and to your back where his fingers touch so softly upon the rolls of fat there on his way to the clasps of your bra. His hand trembles as he holds, then pulls, and pops the hooks free.
The slight jostle of your chest, flesh and fat relaxing after the release of tension allows for a break from the molded cups holding them in that specific shape, has Tamio swallowing thickly. You lean forward just enough that the straps slide down your shoulders, yet you're still leaned back enough that the cups stay resting on your chest, concealing you from him. His hands tug at your middle, prompting, asking you to sit up. Your body presses up against his while he pulls your bra off your arms, with your movements aiding in it's removal. And the entire time...
He's looking in your eyes.
Lost in his desire but his love is leading him into the look in your eyes. Wanting, scared, yet so close to letting go of that fear. He refuses to look away until you tell him to go further. He's itching to have you but he can't. He just can't...
His hands nervously sit at your waist and it feels so...nice. Right. Like this was where you were supposed to be. This is what you should've had.
You can't stop the tears that fall from your eyes while you throw your arms around him and desperately kiss his lips. The action of a cliche romance movie, a girl getting her happy ending. But that's stupid, and soon the thought is out of your mind, replaced by thoughts about Tamio.
His body pressed against yours, his hands squeezing your flesh, his arms caging you to him, his cock grinding against you.
You can't take it anymore, you need him. You have to pull him down atop you, have to press up against him while you pull the last piece of his clothing separating you just far enough down that it's out of the way. You want it so bad but you've at least got some sense left in you to prep.
"Please..." Hands tremble as they meet and travel down between your legs. While you pull your panties to the side, Tamio brushes his nose against yours. Two very different actions, yet no less intimate than the other. His eyes widen, those bright, beautiful blue eyes, feeling your wet heat under his fingertips. Your hand pushes at his, pressing it against your cunt.
"Please...please..." The tears have dried but your eyes are still wet, this time overwhelmed by your want and needing him to appease it.
He doesn't wait a second longer. Kissing you, swallowing the cracked moan that leaps from your throat at the electric feeling of just his fingers between your lips. Momentarily dipping into your hole, he draws upward, til his palm meets the heavy flesh of your mound, and his fingers press at your clit. A shiver overtakes your control and your hand twitches, stopping in it's hardly needed attempt at guiding him. Regaining your control you place your hand on his, a silent indicator of how you feel.
Amazing.
You don't want him to stop, you won't let him stop, you'll hold him there as long as you can. Your kisses are less kiss and more slotted, pressing lips that feed your sounds between each other.
So bad. You need to feel him so bad. It's impossible to keep in the moan or stop the twist in your gut that you feel when you wrap your hand around his dick. The little gasp that escapes him tastes like soft clouds and a warm bath and a loving touch, you can feel it on your tongue. A tongue that craves the one just barely passing the lips against it.
With your hands occupied, you hope the tilt of your head and the prodding of your tongue is enough to understand what you want. His tongue vibrates with every moan, and every whine that accompanies well timed squeezes of his cock make the muscle stutter in it's pursuit of yours.
You squirm, hips moving and searching for more, enough that Tamio's fingers slip down and once again nudge your entrance. Squealing quietly, you push one of his fingers in and impatiently wiggle, squeezing his hips with your thighs.
"Oh fuck, (Y/n)..." Tamio's hips press up into your hand and you can tell he's close by the way he gets desperate and sloppy while fingering you.
It's a filling feeling, pressing someone else's fingers inside you. The force you apply to his hand with yours tells him, demands that he keeps going in it's absence. And he does. Fuck, it feels good. The way you pull him down with an arm around his shoulder feels like you have no understanding of where your body ends and his begins. His nails scrape the fabric of the couch beside your shoulder, you can feel his body tense. You smile into the kiss and pump his cock faster while bringing your other down between you, messily rubbing your clit, just needing that last push.
As you're gasping and squeezing him tight between your thighs in response to that tight knot in your tummy finally snapping, coming around his fingers, he's tensing and tucking his head in your neck and coming, dick twitching in your hand and painting your tummy and mound with cum.
Breathing deeply, panting warmly, staring intensely into each other's eyes, slowly looking down between you.
Tamio's fingers are soaked, sticky wetness clinging between the digits. Your hand is dripping cum, but most of it is on your body, white ropes among the stretchmarks and hair of your stomach and pussy. But more importantly...
He's still hard. And you still want more.
Glancing down at Tamio's cock, his flushed, bare cock, you both seem to be of the same mind.
You shake your head, his eyes widen, you drink in his moans as you kiss, he pulls your hips as close as you can get. He can't believe it... You want him to fuck you raw... You don't want a condom, you're kicking off your panties and his underwear, you didn't let him get one, you're lining him up, You told him not to get one, he's thrusting inside-
It's a miracle he didn't come the moment he sank balls deep in you. Both of your moans make him realize how loud you two are being. He doesn't think the neighbors are nosey, but it wouldn't stop him even if they were.
"Tamio..." It's the first time you've said his name since you called him over from the kitchen. It's a soft and affectionate sound, said in tandem with your legs wrapping around his waist and gently pulling him, impossibly, closer.
You feel it. You needed to know. Trying to pull him in even further confirmed he can't go any further. His pelvis is pressed against you. You shiver, feeling him pressed against-
Your cervix. Oh god, he's touching your cervix. Every inch of him is inside you, perfectly fit inside you. You're perfectly tight, addictively warm. His tip lovingly kisses your cervix. Sticky, throbbing kisses.
He was made for you. Why else would you fit together so perfectly? Why else would he be so drawn to you? Why else would you have been in this situation? In his life, his step mother, so close yet 'off limits', yet those limits make this feel all the more fated.
"Tamio...oh god please..." The weight of your legs on his back is pleasantly grounding when he pulls his hips back, your physical touch there to pull him back in when his length leaves your heat, and heavy to hold him down when he sinks back in.
Tamio knows he's vocal, before you met his dad he had the house to himself a lot and never needed to be quiet, though when you got married and moved in he'd had to watch what he did and really keep it down. Now, getting to be loud and with the person he'd been fantasizing about all those times where he'd choked down moans and bitten his hand to silence gasps and whimpers?
He's never been this loud.
It's pathetic actually, how much sound he's making as you fuck. Gasps and whimpers and moans and mutters and groans and stumbled words and cries of your name. But you're making just as much noise.
Neither of you are saying anything coherent past 'fuck' 'god' 'shit' 'please' and each others names. He'd like to try and say something more but anytime he tries to think of the words he shivers and nearly loses his strength to stay held above you.
You're so wet. He's watched porn, he's read hentai, but he thought it was all exaggerations and lube in between takes, but, god. You are so...wet. It's so good inside you, it's wet and loud and so hot. His hips meeting yours makes louder and wetter slaps each time.
"I...I want..." You start, words falling away as a moan takes their place. Your lips close then part once more, words momentarily lost. "Tamio...kiss me."
The way your lips touch is graceless, but your tongues messily meeting each others is as wet and passionate as your hips meeting hotly. Sloppily. His thrusts are getting sloppy. He's close.
"Mm...(Y/n), I-I'm-"
"I know...I-"
Music playing beneath you, accompanied by an intermittent rattling, stop both of you in your tracks. Your phone...
"Oh god, it's your father!"
You squirm and twist, and he loses your warmth with a gasp just moments before orgasm, watching you get on your hand and knees on the couch, leaning down to retrieve your phone from the floor. You hastily hit the 'accept call' button on the screen.
"Hi hunny!"
Tamio shivers, disliking the presence of his father in this moment, even if unbeknownst to him, and in his absence.
"I'm doing alright! Just hangin out.....you?"
Tamio can see how you hand trembles nervously.
"Oh, work is keeping you late. A potential partnership...powerful company..." You almost sound dejected.
Tamio softly splays his hands on your back, following the natural curves of fat to hold your waist. He can feel you relax, losing some of the stiffness you held.
"...it sounds promising, I hope everything goes well..."
You're beginning to grow uneasy, your leg presses against his, anxiously running the top of your foot up and down his calf.
"Tamio?" He perks up, looking at you as you quickly glance back at him. "..he's in his room. Yeah, reading..." 'or something' you mumble under your breath.
You give some non committal 'mhm's, meanwhile you look back at him with a look of begging clear on your face. No, he couldn't...he wouldn't...
He would. He would fuck you while you talk to his father over the phone. He would and he is.
Soft, slow grinds of hips against your ass, quiet, but still audibly and obscenely wet.
"Are you sure? You don't want me to wait up for you?" Your hips push back against him in anticipation of his every thrust. "Alright..."
Tamio's heart beats so loud as you look him in the eye, gazing at him over your shoulder.
"I love you..."
His father's chuckle and half hearted 'you too' in response to your 'childish' sentiment is completely ignored before you hang up quickly. Your lips part in a moan that you muffle behind your hand as fast as you can.
Tamio moans and thrusts hard, deep, inside you and starts fucking you so fast the couch starts to creak. He's said it so much already but, he really can't believe it.
"I love you."
You told him you love him.
"Tamio, I love...I love you!"
He thrusts as deep as possible, and you push back against him, and he presses his chest to your back, and you reach for his hand and-
He comes. Inside.
Despite the circumstances, as you pause here, catching your breath, the moment settles into something tender and sweet. Tucking his head into your shoulder rewards Tamio with you nuzzling your own into his.
There's a loss of presence and warmth when you move away from him. Tamio watches as you lean forward over the arm of the couch, where you'd dropped your phone after hanging up on his father. It gives him a...really great look at his cum dripping out of you. Fuck...
He feels his face burning as he looks at you. He can't believe he did this. No, it's more that he can't believe it actually happened. He knows himself, if the chance presented itself, he knows he would've taken it, no matter what.
He's not even worried about-
You look back at him and it's like there's a sparkle in your eye. The couch creaks as you turn over to face him, and you just look...so happy.
Happier than he's seen you the entire time you've been with his father.
"Tamio..." Your smile does fall, right before you wrap your arms around him.
You're trembling.
"I'm sorry..."
His arms tighten around you, scared to let you go. What are you apologizing for?
"I...I shouldn't have let you...I..."
Why?
"It's not..."
What are you trying to say?
"I shouldn't have given in. I wanted it, I want it, I want you, but now..." You hold him even tighter, one hand combing through his hair to hold the back of his head.
Your actions have changed from desiring to providing.
"Now, I've put you in a position that would harm you if someone were to find out..." You're kneeling and cradling his head against your shoulder.
"..won't..." He ducks his head into your chest, "they won't, no one will find out," his lips trail up your neck, "I won't let anyone," his voice is strained, "no one will know, I promise..."
His throat hurts. His eyes burn. He's begging.
Begging you not to pull away, begging you not to stop, begging you to say it again.
"I love you..."
Your nose brushes his cheek before you kiss it after a moment of hesitation, then resting your head against his, your eyes welling up with tears.
"I know..."
Silence wraps around you both like a warm hug of reassurance, and you both try to catch your breath and let your hearts settle. Things start to feel normal until the chime of a text message plays from your phone.
'Meeting will end too late, I'll get a hotel. I'll be back early morning, then leave again for work'
"He's not coming home..."
There's a tone to your voice. It's not disappointment, or dejection, or sadness, or anything. You don't know how you feel about it, especially right now.
".....Sleep in my room..."
You go still, as if worried any movement with give Tamio the wrong impression. Whatever that may be. You don't know what you want...
You don't want to lose his touch when he stands from the couch.
"Come..." He's trying so hard to look in your eyes,
"Come with me..."
Though you're not having an easier time looking into his...
"Please..."
Tamio is so warm. His bed is so much better than your own, you slept so much better in his room, in his bed, in his arms. It's as if this is how it's supposed to be...
Your husband returns home to find you in your own bed, having sleepily returned to it early in the morning. His departure soon after wakes you up, and you crawl right back into Tamio's bed, where you're embraced by the touch of what you should've had all this time…
Welcomed into paradise with open arms (kidnapped) and slowly feelings begin to bud between you (he's fucking and feeding on you daily) and the worshippers are so happy for you and their leader when you finally get together (Douma started claiming it because you're in no place to deny it or him) and in just a few months, you end up pregnant!
The followers are overjoyed, especially when Douma claims it to be a miracle. After all, you were deemed infertile by every doctor you'd seen in life (a complete lie). The first time you made love, you fell pregnant! (He'd been fucking you the entire time, never relenting. He wasn't planning on getting you pregnant. The 'miracle' is that a demon made a human pregnant at all)
Seated in his lap, on his cock, his arms wrapped around you from behind, one hand rested on your distended stomach, the other lifting and indenting your milk heavy breast with his fingers, nudging and bumping your leaking nipple. He talks about what your little miracle will look like. Will she have your hair or eyes? His? Will she share his nose and killer smile? Will she have your spirit, or be a complete daddies girl. Will she be a 'she' at all? He hopes so. Prophecies and expectations follow baby boys, but a girl would be the pride of paradise. A little princess~
He falls back onto your plush, well cushioned bed with a content sigh. His hands pet your waist as he stares at the ceiling, eyes soon darting to catch yours staring at him over your shoulder before you look away. He smiles, biting his lip, and letting out a pleased and pleasured purr, hands dragging down your pretty back, over your rolls of flesh to dig his nails into your hips and bounce you once on his cock. The whimper you fail to hide gets him riled up all over again~
It's been done to death but too bad! Cw Pokephilia! Breeding, pokemon impregnating the reader with eggs. Flaaffy, because I wanted a pokemon that would feasibly be a "starter" in poke fucking, not too big or active or eager yknow. Readers friends are encouraging but do NOT force her to fuck a pokemon, the reader does it consensually, but they are all drunk so. No actual egg laying, but the reader gets pregnant with an egg.
M...meeting some people, a group of girls or maybe a pair of boys who, once you get to know them better, reveal a big secret to you: they fuck their pokemon. You're shocked at first, and don't know how to feel, but they're so nice and it's all private and they're safe about it, and you have to admit the taboo is interesting. You've had the occasional romantic dream involving a pokemon, sometimes it gets more than just romantic...
Maybe hanging out together, you all get a little drunk, and they start chatting about the real explicit stuff, and maybe their pokemon are out and they're being just a little affectionate, nothing major! The conversation travels and your mind and your mouth aren't as connected as you think because you feel yourself say 'I wonder what it's like'. It's only curiosity! You don't want to do it....right?
Your friends get so excited, hearing that you're interested in fucking pokemon! You don't have to, but if you have questions you can ask! Oh, size? Well they're all different. Shapes? Also different, some are rather human, others more animalistic, some even more than one! How does it feel? Well...
They sound so happy and pleased when they talk about how it feels, it has you biting your lip and shifting in your seat. No, no, you haven't thought about it, they just make it sound so interesting. No, you don't have anything in mind to ask, you just want to listen to them. No, you don't...well, maybe...
It happened so fast, you didn't say no, and now that you're on all fours with a friends flaaffy behind you, it's paws lightly resting on your butt, it's ears and tail flicking and swaying in interest, and it's cock right at your lips.
They're all so nice and encouraging, gently marveling at how wet you already were and how nicely it went it. Not too easy, but not rough or painful either, that's good! Flaaffy's wool is so soft on your back, it leaning over to put it's arms slightly around your waist.
It's slow, and considerate of your inexperience. It begins to thrust slow and soft, and when you start to moan and squirm, seeking more, it picks up its pace.
It's so....good~ It feels so good, the secrecy, the risk of being caught, the scandalous nature of the act, the cock rubbing all the right places! You're practically converted by the time the flaaffy cums inside you.
That's enough for tonight, it's your first time after all! Your friends gather things to take care of you after, knowing what kind of aftercare this thing needs. And then talk, for soo long, you talk about how good it felt, and how you can't stop thinking about more!
After that night, your pokemon starts acting weird. Some are very pushy, protective, while others seem awkward, or even slightly aggressive towards you, and you have to box them until that can be addressed. But it can't be right now, you've not been feeling well...
Your friends are shocked! This has never happened to them! They didn't know it was possible! But here you are, belly round with a solid mass in it, and after going to see that certain nurse joy a friend brought you to after being recommended by a small chain of other friends, it's confirmed.
You have an egg
It's so strange, say your friends. It's actually quite common, says nurse joy. She'll help you through it! It only lasts about 2-3 weeks! Yes that seems like a long time, but you're already at the start of week 3! It's not something to worry about, you don't have to do anything. Pokepregnancy isn't like human pregnancy, there's nothing special or specific that need be done. You're just incubating the egg!
It's going to be a smaller egg than would usually result after two pokemon mate, but that's the only difference. It'll grow and hatch eventually like any other egg. Just relax and wait, look, your own pokemon are even here to help! They know what's going on, and are ready to keep you safe inside until the end of the week.
Nurse Joy did say to watch out, though. Now that your pokemon know mating with you is an option, some may be very interested ~
