“Sukuna is such a hard man to please.” That was one of the things you heard most often before dating him, and honestly, during the first weeks of your relationship too.
But watching him closely, you realized it wasn't true at all. Or maybe he's just too soft when it comes to you.
“Kuna!! I made carrot cake with chocolate topping!”
Those magic words catch Sukuna’s attention instantly.
He was sprawled on the couch, eyes glued to the TV, but his relaxed body suddenly straightens up — though he doesn’t stand just yet.
His face lights up like he’s just been forgiven for all his sins, the same excitement as a dog hearing the words “wanna go for a walk?”
“What the fuck?! Are you kidding me?!”
He gets up from the couch in long strides, heading to the kitchen and finding the cake on the counter — the chocolate glaze glistening under the light, steam still rising from it.
“Fuck, I love you- I fucking love you.”
He says that while staring at the cake, grabbing a spatula from the drawer to cut himself a slice.
“Are you telling it to me or to the cake?” You can’t help but laugh at the kind of devotion he has for your carrot cake.
Sukuna looks at you “Both.” Then his gaze returns to the cake as he lifts a thick slice, chocolate dripping down the sides.
Before you can say another word, he takes a huge bite, stuffing his mouth full.
“Ryo, it’s still hot... don’t eat it yet.” Your voice comes out soft, almost motherly, a gentle scolding.
“Hhm- But that’s the best way to eat it.” Ryomen says, mouth full, looking utterly pleased, like he’s tasting the best dish in the world — something he never knew he needed.
“You’re gonna get a stomach ache” you warn again, sounding more like a mom than a girlfriend.
“Hmm... Impossible.”
(He got a stomach ache. Yes, even The Strongest isn’t immune to hot-cake indigestion.)
Now he has his head lying in your lap, mumbling in pain, while you stroke the pink locks of his hair
“I warned you, baby.”
“Shut up.”
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The reason was the weight gain from your birth control, and you decided it was your husband Kento’s fault. After all, you were on it because of him.
And no sex until you got back to your ideal weight. That’s what you said.
At first, Nanami accepted it like the mature adult he is. Preparing lighter meals for you, serving fruit instead of sweets, making you tea.
But as time went on, some noticeable changes appeared in Nanami’s behavior.
He wakes up hard almost every morning and gets up as if everything were normal, his temper slightly sharper — not with you, but with the little things in the day.
He takes colder, longer showers, and when you change in the same room as him, Nanami withdraws.
He was trying to be mature about your decision, but he was still humanly frustrated.
But today, was definitely the last straw for him.
“Sweetheart, I don’t want to pressure you about the decision you made… but I feel like I’m being punished for a sin I didn’t commit.”
You’re sitting on his lap on the couch, your faces so close you can feel his breath.
His large hands trail up the bare skin of your thigh that your pajamas don’t cover. “I know this is your choice, but I really don’t see any problem with the way your body has changed.”
“But, Kento…”
“Your body hasn’t stopped being beautiful, it’s just… changing. You know how sexy that is?” He furrows his brows. “Every curve of yours… every single line drives me crazy. And right now… it’s driving me even crazier.”
Nanami lets out a heavy sigh, “I'm trying to be good, but it gets harder every day. Especially when I have you like this on my lap. My cock aches for you.”
His lips approach yours “You're stunning. Don't be that mean with your man... I'm feeling so lonely these days.”
You bite your bottom lip, trying to stay away from temptation but at that point it was impossible. “I'll confess, I missed you too, Ken”
Wasting no time, Nanami's free hand grabs the back of your neck, leading you into a needy kiss.
This man is hungry. The way he kisses you, his tongue entwined with yours, the way he squeezes your skin enough to leave you marked, the damn way he mumbles like he's been suffering all this time (he's been)
flap. flap. flap.
Now, on the couch, Nanami Kento is fucking you in mating press. Stocking up his hard cock, needy and quickly into your tight, gummy walls, while his headcock kisses your cervix.
“Haa-ah! A-are you feeling, honey? My cock throbbing 'cuz he missed being inside your cream pussy so much.”
Your eyes are rolling back, your mouth trembling, trying to recover from the second orgasm.
“Y-yes baby, I'm feeling you- aah!”
Suddenly, a different feeling comes up inside you. Different from the last two times “Shit- i'm gonna make a mess. S-stop it.”
“Is that a squirt, baby?” the mischievous smile on Nanami's face widens.
“Nggh- yeah I-I think so...”
“Good. Make it all over me.” the pace quickens even more, just to see you squirt.
“Kento?!! B-but the couch?” Nanami buried his face in your neck, your legs getting more and more pressed against your body as the thrusts getting deeper "I'll clean this up later, haah- relax."
"Fuck ken! aaahh- it's coming- nnnngghh!"
"Yeah fuck- smear me with your juice!" Kento keeps thrusting, while your body contracted in spasms and expelled fluid onto his husband's abs.
“Damn… three times in a row? That’s insane.” you sigh, giggling “Let's clean that mess-” You try to get up and compose yourself, still in mating press.
“No...” Nanami's face starts rubbing on your shoulders “Let's go another round, darling, please. I can't pull out. I need more. One more time.”
You look at him, seeing the begging, needy man that your sex ban has created, while your sweet cunt is cockwarming him.
“Okay, just one more time”
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You’re lying in bed, just waking up from an afternoon nap.
“Hmm… I was thinking” you murmur, the tip of your index finger lightly brushing his nose. “Do you prefer Ryo or Kuna?”
He cracks open one ruby eye, staring at you for a few seconds, silent, like he can’t quite believe you’re actually asking.
“Like…” you continue, testing the sound. “‘Ryo’ is nice. ‘Ryo!’... It’s kinda cool. But isn’t ‘Kuna’ cuter? Like ‘Kuna~’”
You giggle at the way you said it, and he can’t help but laugh along.
His hand slides around your waist, pulling you closer until the top of your head rests under his chin. You pull back slightly to look at him. “So… which one do you like better?”
“Either” he says, closing his eyes again. “As long as you don’t use them in front of anyone.”
You raise an eyebrow. “And what if I do?”
“I’ll pretend it’s not me.”
You laugh, half incredulous, half amused. “I’ll be poking you so everyone knows who owns these silly nicknames.”
A sly smile spreads across his face. “Then I’ll just pretend I don’t know you.”
“Hey, you’re mean!” You give him a playful tap on the chest.
A low, mischievous laugh rumbles from him. “Me? Yeah… I’m the worst.” His grip on your waist tightens as he leans in, leaving a gentle bite on your soft cheek.
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“Ken, did you see the milk?” you ask, while part of your waist up was buried in the fridge.
You were wearing another one of his shirts that are too big for you, along with a pair of lace panties.
Nanami comes up behind you and starts caressing your round ass.
His hands tracing circles on your butt cheeks. After, his strong fingers roam over the fabric of your panties, lazily, feeling your fluff pussy. “Hm... milk?”
The fingers move your panties aside, and starts to rub your wet slit. Up and down, left and right.
“Mmm... yeah baby, haah- did you see?” you start to grind against his hand, slowly, with a smirk on your face.
Nanami pulls down his own pants, his cock jumping out. And in a few seconds, that pink tip was already running within your warn walls.
“Aahh! nggh... Ken!” heavy balls hitting your ass, while and your face gets colder inside the fridge “Fuuckkk!”
His big hands gripping your waist tightly, hips moving back and forth, filling you up.
When he slaps your ass twice on your left side, your twerks go faster against his cock.
Kento's body arches against yours.
“Oohhh fuckk!” he expels all his hot load inside you, gripping you harder. With a murmur of satisfaction, Nanami pulls out of you, watching his cum being expelled from your little pussy. “Find the milk, baby?”
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+ 18 | hiromi higuruma adores being between your legs, sucking and licking you
Kitchen, living room, bathroom and laundry.
Everywhere. Every time. Like he was starved.
When you’re just lying on your stomach, in the bedroom, he walks into the room, and it doesn't take long until his face is buried between your legs.
His forehead sinking into the soft curves of your ass, tongue working sooo damn perfectly. Fingers soaked with your fluids and his spit, making you a pretty whiny mess.
In the laudry, he just sets you on top of the washing machine, getting rid of your shorts and panties, diving into your pussy again.
Drawing high-pitched moans from you this time.
Your legs spread open, trembling with the washing machine and his suction.
"Aahhh! Hiromi! Did I do something wrong? Haah- Why are you punishing me?" you cry beneath his mouth, pulling his hair harder.
But it's not punishment, you're totally innocent. It's just a man who loves to taste you.
Even when he was mad, the warmth of your cunt is enough to make his mood better again. Your moans, the trembling of your body... making you cum is enough to make his whole day worthwhile.
You felt a little nervous, it was the first time someone… well, a guy, had ever stepped into your room.
Excited but with your stomach in knots, you pointed out every detail as if giving an important presentation. “These are my favorites…” you said proudly, indicating the colorful row of neatly lined-up manga on the shelf.
Sukuna, however, watched everything with heavy, half-lidded eyes. “…Why do they all look the same?” he muttered, trying to distinguish the volumes by stories that all seemed identical to him.
“U-uh… they have similar plots, but they’re different, I swear!” you said, averting your gaze, a little nervous.
When you turned to show another section, he stepped back, bumping his hip against your dresser. The sharp sound caught both your attention, making him raise an eyebrow.
Before you could say anything, he was already sliding his fingers along the handle of the first drawer — your underwear drawer.
“Hey! Don’t touch that!”
Too late.
A wide, mischievous grin spread across Sukuna’s face as he found something he shouldn’t have: a pastel pink dildo.
He lifted it without a hint of hesitation, as if it were just any object, and a low, throaty laugh echoed through the room. “Sooo this is what you’re hiding among your panties? Didn’t even try to hide it better.”
Unable to bear the weight of your embarrassment, you sank onto the edge of the bed, your face burning and hands restless. “I… I didn’t buy this. I got it from a friend when I moved,” you murmured, clutching one of your favorite plushies, as if its softness could shield you from the awkwardness. “I’ve never used it… I’m afraid of losing… you know, the tightness… And… and when we started dating, I had even less reason to.”
His expression softened for just a brief fraction of a second, before the malice took over again.
Sukuna let out a low, throaty laugh, shaking his head in scorn. “You’re not going to get loose like this, dumb…” he said, bringing the toy up to his eyes, inspecting it with an almost clinical air.
“And this…” he lifted the object, shaking it in front of you with disdain. “It’s pretty small. Maybe even below average.”
You had no idea where to bury your face, the blush spreading from your cheeks to your ears with every passing second. “Put that down!” you stammered.
Sukuna walked toward you, smiling with the toy in hand, the slow, deliberate approach making your body tingle and heat up at the same time.
Sitting down beside you, he placed a large hand next to your thigh. “If this little toy could open you up, imagine what I’d do” he said, leaning his body closer to yours.
You swallowed hard, but couldn’t help enjoying the tension burning between you.
Your head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing, lips parting just a little, preparing for a kiss. The natural consequence of the mere inches separating you.
And Sukuna didn’t disappoint. He found the sight utterly adorable, you being sweet and vulnerable like that made his blood race more than anything else.
As his tongue twisted against yours and his teeth nibbled on your bottom lip in a heated kiss, you lay there, barely noticing, his body looming over yours.
“Kuna… what are you going to do with that in your hands?” your eyes never leaving his.
Ryomen’s lips brushed against your ear. “Let’s test this on you” he murmured, planting a teasing kiss there.
Your face flushed again, though it was impossible to deny how wet you had already gotten at the idea.
Sukuna pulled down your shorts. Now, the pink, cylindrical tip of the dildo rubbed against the fabric of your panties, letting you feel its texture through the thin cloth.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” he asked in your ear, moving the toy up and down. You shook your head in response.
He continued, now in circular motions. “Never even thought about it?” you didn’t answer right away, your silence said it all: yes.
That drew a low, satisfied laugh from Sukuna. He slid your panties down to your knees, giving you direct contact with the toy.
He rubbed the dildo against the fluid your pussy released, letting it glide over the wetness. Once it was sufficiently lubricated, he slowly inserted it, halfway inside you.
You allowed yourself to let out a moan as Sukuna finished sliding the dildo inside your tight cunt. Your fingers searching the pink hair of the man who coordinated the rhythm, while he clearly enjoyed seeing you like that.
He bit your soft cheek as he increased the thrusts with his hand. Even though the dildo wasn’t the same size as your partner’s, your hips still sought it out, and the best part was that your boyfriend was participating, enjoying it just as much as you.
“This is just to whet your curiosity. Not to satisfy you” he said, gradually slowing the pace.
Without removing the dildo, Sukuna pulled away, taking off his own pants and revealing a thick, veined cock, hard and pulsing, the tip glistening with pre.
He positioned himself between your legs, pressing that heavy shaft against your clit. You bit your bottom lip, but your expression fell when you realized what he was about to do.
“Haah!? Kuna, n-no!” you warned him as he pushed the head of his cock in alongside the dildo still inside you.
“Oh no... this is too much for you, isn’t it?” he said, carefully pulling back. “Don’t worry, I’ll spare you today… but we’ll try this again later,” he added, removing the toy, the wet squelch echoing from your cunt.
But he didn’t stop. Sukuna rubbed the wet dildo against your clit while pushing it deep inside you again. Ah, he was rough. Even when he didn’t intend to be, he was a brute in bed. Your walls clenched tightly under the stimulation, loud needy moans spilling from you as you called for your boyfriend.
“Can you feel the difference? It’s so much better when I’m inside you, isn’t it?” you nodded, still trying to wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth.
“But you don’t need to limit yourself to just this… when I can’t show up at your door at 3 a.m. to relieve your craving, use this…” he increased the intensity, rubbing the dildo harder against your pulsing mound. “…and record it for me, calling my name, just like you’re doing now.” A wide, satisfied grin spread across Sukuna’s face.
“And when I can, I’ll take this soft pussy as soon as possible, and leave you twice as wrecked as you are today.”
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Sukuna had been watching you for a few days, and he noticed how your vocal cords produced a high-pitched sound every time you felt any kind of emotion.
You were walking down the street. Ryomen walked one step behind, hands in his pockets, his gaze constantly falling on you.
“AHHH!” Your scream made Sukuna instantly go on alert. What was it? A mugger? Some creep? His jaw tightened and his fists clenched, ready to protect his girl.
“Aww! Look at this, Kuna!” your fingers pointed to a new item displayed in the window of your favorite store, the kind that always took your breath away. “Oh my god. I need this.”
“Are you. . . being serious?!” He blinked, incredulous that your loud scream was over something so trivial.
“Very. Serious.”
“You’re such a brat.” he muttered, a hint of irritation in his voice. “Don’t make me think you’re dying again.”
You giggles, but he was ready to kill someone.
“It's not funny.” he grumbles again, looking away from yours.
...
Now you were both sprawled lazily on the living room couch. Sukuna sat with his arms crossed, watching some fighting show on TV, while you scrolled through your phone with your feet resting on his lap.
bzzzz
A buzzing sound cut through the room.
Your eyes followed the noise until you saw a huge, terrifying cockroach flying straight toward you. Why you?!?
“AAAAHH!” your scream made your boyfriend’s heart jump in surprise.
You immediately leapt from the couch in panic, stumbling over your own feet as you tried to get away from the cursed bug. “Sukuna!”
With an annoyed look — irritated at the disgusting creature that dared disturb his peace — Ryomen managed to knock the insect down with a cushion.
He walked over to where the pillow had landed, lifted it, and crushed the roach under his bare foot, making a crack.
“Satisfied?”
Another sharp sound escaped your throat. “Gross!!! Don’t come near me with that foot!”
“Hmph… ungrateful.”
...
Until one day, something clicked inside Sukuna’s head.
He decided to use that way of expressing yourself to his own advantage.
“Aaahh!! Hhaah- S'kuna!” You cried out, breathless, as Sukuna’s fat cock filled your gummy walls. Sukuna seemed more pleased to hear your screams now than ever before.
“What’s wrong? You screamed louder last time… don’t tell me that little bug’s gonna beat me?” shit now he's thrusting in a rough way, panting, but in such a delicious way that it makes your head spin.
“I-I was scared!” A thin thread of saliva ran down the corner of his lips, his eyes became unfocused, lost in the haze. A series of high-pitched "hah.. hah- hah" spilled out, as his cockhead struck your g-spot perfectly.
Sukuna didn’t just want to be the cause of your screams anymore. He wanted to outdo that damn insect.
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You had distanced yourself from the city just to breathe. The constant noise, the voices, the movement — everything was flooding your head that afternoon. It was daytime, and the sky was brightly lit. Wearing workout clothes, along with a cap and a water bottle, you had gone for a walk.
Then, following a rarely used path, you found a patch of open field where a lone tree stood against the sky.
That’s when you saw a figure from behind. Sitting in the shade, staring at the horizon, purplish hair cascaded in waves down broad shoulders, the body so defined it seemed almost unreal, every feature carved as if from stone.
“Wow… what a muscular woman…” you thought, surprised at the imposing silhouette. Your steps slowed as you drew nearer, trying to go unnoticed.
"What are you staring at?" the deep voice shattered the silence, rumbling like muffled thunder across the empty field.
There was nothing feminine about it, and the realization of your mistake made your heart race, as if you had poked at something far too dangerous to ignore.
The dark-haired man turned just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes didn’t blink, they only watched you in a way that made you uncomfortable.
The silence dragged on. You thought about stepping back, pretending you hadn’t seen anything, but curiosity — and that unavoidable stare — pushed your feet forward.
The ground crunched faintly beneath your steps as you decided to speak, just so you wouldn’t drown in the tension.
"Nice view from here, isn’t it?" your voice came out weaker than you wished.
He shifted his torso slightly in your direction, slowly revealing a bare, sculpted abdomen. It was impossible not to notice the absence of pants, the minimal thong covering his intimacy with almost provocative disdain. His eyes roamed over you from head to toe before he answered:
"Nice… for someone with nothing better to look at."
Your face burned with shame. Not only because of the blunt remark about you, but also at the contrast between his words and his unabashed appearance.
"Listen, I was talking about the landscape." you cleared your throat, trying to regain some composure. "Anyway, thanks for the “compliment.” Can’t say the same about someone walking around in a tiny thong like an exhibitionist."
"Exhibitionist?" he raised an eyebrow, and a laugh escaped him, genuine amusement in his tone. "Funny… do you usually stare this much at someone you’re not interested in?"
You opened your mouth, but no reply came. That was when you realized you really had stared too much. And now, any word would sound too fragile against that smile.
Swallowing hard, you tried to hold his gaze but were forced to look away, irritated both at his audacity and at yourself, for letting him affect you.
"Tell me your name."
When you answered, he repeated it, savoring every syllable, stretching out the pronunciation on purpose just to see your reaction. Rising slowly, with long, confident strides, Kars loomed before you. The difference in height became even more evident, as if his shadow were swallowing yours whole.
"It’s pretty hot here, isn’t it?" you said, fanning your face with your hand, trying to look at anything other than the living wall standing in front of you.
"True…" his eyes dropped to the bottle in your hand. "You’ve got a bottle of water there."
His large hand reached out without hesitation, brushing lightly against yours as he took the bottle. He twisted the cap calmly and poured it over his head and hair, with no concern at all about sharing something so personal.
The water ran down his long, purplish locks, dripping over his shoulders and tracing down the ridges of his chest and the muscles of his abdomen.
He closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a satisfied sigh, almost as if savoring the sensation.
When Kars returned it, he didn’t just place the bottle back in your hand — his fingers lingered, holding yours for a second longer.
"Hope you don’t mind" he murmured, one eyebrow arched, his voice low and suggestive.
"…No, I just didn’t expect you to use it like that." you replied, trying to hide your surprise with a half-smile, as if it were hard to focus on anything but the heat radiating from his presence.
"Thought I’d drink it?" another laugh echoed. "I don’t need those mortal things. The needs of a life form inferior to mine.
"A shiver ran down your spine before you even realized it. His fingers were still gripping yours, as if he had no intention of ever letting go, and every inch of that closeness felt suffocating and fascinating at the same time.
"What are you, anyway, to think yourself so superior?" the question slipped out, almost like a challenge.
He leaned in closer, and the world around you seemed to vanish. The heat of his body, the breath brushing against your skin, the weight of his presence eclipsing yours.
"Kars." his warm breath hit your ear. "I’ve seen empires rise and crumble. I’m older than any of your ancestors. More constant than the stars you gaze at and think eternal. The pinnacle of my kind, a supreme, immortal life form. And before me, you’re nothing more than a fragile human." he smiled slowly, almost indulgently. "One I could extinguish in a single instant."
For some reason, Kars pulled back with a mysterious air and left without another word. Even in your confusion, you didn’t know whether you should call out to him again after hearing those things. After standing frozen for a few minutes, you turned back the same way you came, thoughts lingering on the figure you had just encountered.
The next day, you dared to take the same path as yesterday, though with a hint of hesitation.
Not because you wanted to clear your head, but rather in a bold attempt to encounter the pillar man again. Turning onto the trail that opened into a clearing among the trees, you found him effortlessly.
There he was, sitting in the shade, legs stretched out, supporting himself on his arms with his eyes closed, savoring the light breeze that drifted through.
You stopped before getting close enough to draw his attention. Torn between calling out to him or turning back, you stood still, simply admiring the sight of him.
"I know you’re there." His deep voice broke the silence, without even needing to look.
The way he said it almost sounded like an invitation. Then, at last, he opened his eyes, fixing them on you intently. The slight curve of his lips suggested genuine curiosity.
"What a surprise…" he went on. "I didn’t think you’d come looking for me again after what I told you yesterday."
"I wasn’t looking for you. I was just following my routine."
"I see." He let the silence linger for a few more seconds, staring at you as if to measure just how far your audacity would go. Then, without warning, he stepped closer. "Hm…" Kars tilted his head, brow furrowing. "What’s that smell?"
In a sudden motion, his hand reached for the side pocket of your clothes. Your skin prickled as Kars’s large fingers slipped inside to retrieve the item. His hand pulled out a wrapped cereal bar, which he examined with genuine curiosity, as if it were some artifact from another world.
"What is this?" he asked more to himself than to you, and before you had time to answer, he tore the package open with a careless gesture.
"Hey!" you protested, eyes widening. "I was going to eat that on the way back!"
He ignored you. Bringing the sweet to his lips, he took a deliberately slow bite, as if he wanted you to pay attention to every detail. But soon his expression soured in disgust. After chewing a few times, he turned his head away, spitting discreetly to the side, as though he had tasted something unworthy.
"This tastes awful. Deplorable." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, frowning.
Then, with no ceremony at all, he extended his hand back to you, offering the nearly untouched bar as though he were an unsatisfied master returning shoddy work.
"Next time, bring a fruit."
You raised an eyebrow, incredulous at his audacity, but still took the bar back.
"I don’t recall being your servant," you shot back mockingly, tucking it into your pocket again.
His eyes narrowed, as if your boldness were a curious novelty. Then the slow curve at the corner of his mouth betrayed something between amusement and challenge.
"True," he murmured, taking a step forward, lowering his face toward yours. "But I never said I wouldn’t like to have you in that role."
With Kars so close, you could see every detail of his face. There were no pores, no blemishes in his flawless skin. His distinct scent filled your nose, and his breath brushed against your lips. It was nearly impossible to look away.
"No… I’m not interested," you whispered, eyes half-lidded, taking in every detail of the face before you.
"Interested or not," his breath mingled with yours, "it makes no difference to me."
You looked away, trying not to get lost in his intensity, but there was no ignoring the heat burning between the two of you now.
"Don’t resist so much." Kars took hold of the tip of your chin, guiding your gaze back to him. "You don’t need to fake indifference when it’s so obvious you feel something."
His crimson eyes alternated between your eyes and your lips. With his fingers, the dark-haired man tilted your chin upward, and you allowed yourself to be guided, parting your lips slightly.
Kars mirrored you, the millimetric distance between your mouths carrying his breath against yours, as if he could siphon the air from your lungs. Your body shivered, your lips parted further. And then, just as he was about to claim a kiss, you hesitated.
"No." "I don’t know if I should." Those were the thoughts racing through your head at that moment. "I need to go…" you said, stepping back.
Before you could fully pull away, Kars gripped your arm firmly but not harshly, and in one swift motion, placed a hand on your waist, keeping you close.
"You really think you can tease me and just walk away without facing the consequences?" he asked with a wide grin, still holding you. "Are you really going to back down after nearly admitting you want this as much as I do?"
And you did. You slipped out of his arms and turned back without looking over your shoulder. On the way, your face was still hot from his breath and the touch of his hand on your chin.
Thinking about how easily you had let yourself get carried away, your hand slipped into your pocket, where you found the bitten bar. Pulling it out, you examined the wrapper.
"NutriBites, Strawberry and Creamy Chocolate Flavor. Convenient energy for your day, anywhere."
Despite the artificial strawberry taste and the lack of real grains, it was your favorite — perhaps that was why he had hated it so much. Pulling back the already-torn plastic, you stared at the perfect bite mark he had left on the sweet.
A shiver ran down your spine as the thought of biting into the same spot crossed your mind, making your lips part as you slowly brought the bar closer. And then another thought invaded your head: "what would it be like to have shared saliva with Kars directly?"
A vivid image of a wet kiss between you two flashed through your mind. Deciding you were losing your mind, you shoved the bar back into your pocket and continued walking toward your destination.
A day later, you went to see Kars again, at the same time, but to your surprise he wasn’t there. You were carrying a bag with a bunch of grapes and a few apples.
When you had bought the fruit, you remembered the conversation from the day before, and a scowl crossed your face as you realized that, in the end, you had actually fulfilled his request.
A strange feeling washed over you when you saw the place empty. Even if he had been there and accused you of coming back just to see him, you would have denied it to the very end. With little else to do, you simply left the fruit leaning against the tree in the hope that he might show up, and walked away.
Later, you returned, hoping you might catch sight of that striking figure once again. It was nearly nightfall, the sky painted in shades of orange and gold. And to your delight, there he was — reclining against the tree, bringing the cluster of grapes to his lips as if he were some kind of king.
"Did you miss me?" Your heart skipped at the sound of his voice.
"I was just passing by." You tried to play it off, but his amused laugh betrayed how little he believed you."
How long are you going to keep using that pathetic excuse?" He lowered the grapes onto his lap, turning to face you.
"Why?" you asked, mockingly. "Did you miss me?"
Your question left Kars silent for a beat, before he finally answered: "You may not have noticed, but I wasn’t here when you came earlier. Whether you show up or not hardly matters to me."
He shrugged. "I should’ve left you waiting after you turned your back on me yesterday. But let’s just say your absence was… inconvenient."
You took small steps toward him. The sun’s rays had all but faded now, leaving room for the stars. "How do you know I came here earlier?"
Kars stood, grapes still in hand, and once again the barely concealed perfection of his body caught you off guard. Getting used to that sight was impossible. "Who do you think you are? Coming back here as if nothing happened, as if you can dismiss me at will?" He moved closer. "Do you really believe you can toy with me like that?"
You swallowed hard; the air thickened with his nearness. "I wasn’t toying with you…" your voice came out almost as a confession. "I just didn’t know how to handle what happened yesterday."
He arched a brow, his tone still mocking, though his eyes betrayed something deeper.
"Didn’t know how to handle it?" he repeated slowly, savoring the excuse. "So you ran."
Kars took another step forward. "And what is it you want from me now?" he stopped in front of you. "Were the fruits supposed to be an apology?"
"No. Actually, I thought you didn’t need to eat…" you replied, a hint of sarcasm slipping in.
"I don’t." His voice was low, drawn out. "Don’t get it twisted. Whether I eat or not is nothing but a choice. And some things aren’t about necessity… they’re about pleasure."
He raised the grapes to your face, coaxing you into tasting them, while his other hand tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. The chill of two grapes brushed your cheek.
Without using your hands, you turned your head and plucked one with your lips, slow and deliberate, never breaking eye contact. Kars watched you with a thoroughly satisfied smile.
"You may not like what I truly want to taste." He spoke, but your only answer was a mischievous smile, taking another grape straight from the cluster with your lips.
It was already half-dark; time had slipped away so quickly that now the moonlight began to spill over the two of you. No streetlights, no sound of life around — only the silence and the way your gazes lingered on each other, as if the world itself had stopped.
"I…" you started, but the word vanished, swallowed by the moment, as he leaned closer, your faces nearly touching. Without haste, his mouth brushed against the same cluster of grapes, sliding between the fruit until it finally found yours.
When his lips pressed against yours, your blood ignited, and for a heartbeat, you felt utterly surrendered to him. Closing your eyes slowly, your hand rested on his shoulder, feeling the hard line of muscle beneath his skin. The dark-haired man followed the trail, his tongue weaving through the grapes until it touched yours.
When your mouths finally met, he pulled the cluster aside and used his free hand to grip the back of your neck, fingers tangling harshly in your hair. The force of it made both your bodies burn.
His tongue moved against yours, hot and consuming, while your head was tilted under his hold. You melted into his mouth, hands finding desperate refuge against the bare chest before you.
Kars’s hunger, the way he claimed you, left no doubt — he was ravenous for you. Apparently, someone he had once dismissed as “nothing special” had left quite the mark on him.
With a sudden motion, he bent you backward, like a groom stealing a kiss from his bride. Then, releasing your chin, his grip slid down to your legs, lowering you onto the ground. He did not let you go. Looming above, he paused, eyes locked with yours, the night fully fallen now. His gaze shimmered, and a shiver swept across your skin as you watched him lick his lips.
Leaning down to your neck, the Pillar Man traced your skin with slow kisses, descending toward your trapezius and shoulders. His fangs grazed you before sinking in — not enough to truly wound, but enough to sting and leave a mark.
Now, with your knees scraping against the grass and your wrists bound behind you, you moaned uncontrollably — so loud that if someone happened to pass nearby, they would hear.
Your naked body lay sprawled over the clothes you had stripped off, glistening with sweat, red marks burning on your cheeks and across the swell of your ass. Another fresh bite mark throbbed on the tender flesh of one cheek, caught between pain and pleasure.
Behind you, Kars drove into you relentlessly, grunting with every thrust. The thong you had worn earlier was abandoned in the grass.
You had been at it for quite some time, and it had only been a few minutes since you both climaxed the first time. Yet the larger man hadn’t slowed down — in fact, he seemed even hungrier.
His hips slammed against yours with brutal force, the sound of skin clapping against skin echoing in muffled slaps through the night. His fingers dug into your waist with an almost cruel grip, forcing you to hold the position even as your legs trembled and your voice broke into ragged moans.
Sweat dripped down your neck, and with each pounding thrust, your cunt clenched harder around him, the thick length brushing shocks of pleasure against your cervix.
The entire situation left you utterly intoxicated, your head pressed into the ground. From behind, you heard a low murmur, something that sounded like “slut,” just as his pace faltered into uneven thrusts.
Two sharp smacks landed on your ass, one on each side, while Kars panted louder, driving into you so hard your body lurched forward, tearing another scream from your throat — louder, if that was even possible.
A long, guttural moan spilled from the man’s teeth as the next thrust sank deeper, ripping a cry from your lips. His body shuddered against yours, each movement breaking into harsh, desperate spasms. And then you felt it — the rush of heat flooding inside you, his cock pulsing deep as he emptied himself, spilling every drop into your core.
The dark-haired man collapsed forward, pressing his sweaty chest against your back, still panting hotly against your neck.
"How many times has a man ever made you feel like this?"
Breathless, your energy nearly drained, you gave up pretending indifference.
"Never…" you gasped, taking another shaky breath. "No man has ever made me feel the way I felt in your hands, Kars."
"I know that," he answered, a satisfied smile curving his lips.
Kars stayed pressed to you, his fingers sliding possessively over your body. He brushed the sweat-stuck strands of hair from your face, caressed your cheek, and held your chin, making you look back at him over your shoulder. In his gaze and touch, he reminded you that you belonged to him — yet within his roughness, there was a fleeting tenderness.
His crimson eyes, merciless as ever, now carried a strange certainty. "And you’ll never feel it with another… if you give me your devotion."
His expression grew serious. You had no idea where he wanted to take this, but you were so far gone, and in the past few days he had already taken root in your thoughts. Now, in the heat of his arms, resistance felt impossible. Almost without thinking, you nodded, whispering a breathless, "All right."
"What a clever woman you are..." Pleased with your answer, and with a smile tugging at his mouth, he lifted your chin and sealed your lips with his "Atta girl."
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