The mer in the aquarium are currently pressed face first into the glass glaring at the new cleaner your training, each side of the domed walkway has different mer making admittedly funny but scary faces as they press against the thick glass, teeth likely clacking as they mock bites against the glass when you hand a mop over to the trainee.
Every slide, squeak, smack and shift of the mer's faces, tails, fins, or hands against the glass makes the new cleaner flinch, the mer clearly unhappy that you were focused on another human and not playing with them through the glass as you cleaned the hallway. Sending the new cleaner down the end where the glass ends to make sure the doors aren't squeaking or hissing, leaving you alone with the gaggle of mer all making nasty faces as they leave.
Shaking your head and looking around at them, the glares and snarls fade quickly and the mer's are pouting at you. Hands spread wide and flat faces pressed to the glass, you can see their mouth moving as they blow bubbles at you, had you been on anything other than halls and walkway duties you have no doubt that the new cleaner would have been splashed, growled at and potentially dragged into the water by some of the more territorial mer.
One of the shark mer is currently pushing others out of the way and banging on the glass, drawing your attention before signing at you about not liking the new person, too close, and a few other choice words about the young cleaner.
It's not long before the others join in, banging and slapping the glass, making you look side to side as they sign and pout, pushing at each other before you throw your hands up and stop them, signing slowly and clearly that you were training them to clean the hallways and main exhibit spaces, not tanks or wet areas behind the doors. One by one the mer's calm, looking a little ashamed as they watch your hands, squinting as you keep going, promising to be extra careful training them.
After all, as thick as the glass was it may not hold so well with five or six mer's banging and slapping against it constantly, and honestly it's for the best that they stop now, who knows how they're gonna get once the new cleaner is good to clean on their own.
RAAAAAAAA. RIGHT!!!!! UGH FUCK! I love a good Himbo monster. They’re the best.
The moment Himbo Merman sees you on land he mistakes you for a creature of the deep ocean. Now creatures of the deep ocean are said to be the most lovely, breathtaking, and cherished creatures of the ocean.
Due to the cold of the deep waters, not many survive down there. So not only are they rare to spot but even more rare to mate with. When there is a mating, that merperson is seen as the luckiest of males or females to have found such a mate. Mates of the deep ocean are doted on, fought over, and worshipped.
Beyond their sheer beauty, their bodies are lusted over. Merpeople having gone feral over the possibility of feeling one of these creatures beneath their palms. In order to weather the cold, their bodies are plump with the most beautiful layers of fat. The curves and rolls that fill their wide frames are akin to the most gorgeous seamounts. It is the most lovely sight a merperson can witness to see a creature of the deep ocean bare, their perfect bodies exposed to them in all their glory.
So the moment Himbo Merman sees you taking care of the nearby Lighthouse, he grows confused. You shouldn’t be on land where anything could happen to you. No, you needed to be in the ocean where you’d have a whole pod of merfolk to see to your every need and protect you.
Himbo Merman was always close with the old man who lives in the Lighthouse. He never thought someone as kind as him would’ve ever taken a creature of the ocean and kept them on land to live as a human. A sense of betrayal flickers in his chest and it fuels him to do something.
He may not have his pod with him to protect you but you have him and he’ll do what he must. He’ll save you. Take you with him to his cave and make sure another human can never harm you… and not once does he ever consider that he’s about to kidnap a human.
One day, you bring home a monstrous creature as the future groom for the much-demanded marriage. The family is in despair, and a foreign Prince vows to change your mind. Based on Antonín Dvořák's Rusalka.
content: gender neutral reader, angst, love triangle
You return home with a triumphant smile, marching towards the grand room and opening the doors with fanfare. Your family has been pestering you to get married for months now, piling endless proposals on your study desk and inviting nameless royalty to meet you in hopes they'd catch your interest.
"I have found a groom," you declare with a sombre, official tone as your parents nearly tumble out of their seats, rattling the afternoon teacups. The servants, too, swarm over to witness your arrival: they'd never heard such confidence in your voice.
They all gather around, lips pursed in expectation, eyes widened towards the entrance. At last, as promised, someone appears behind you: A pallid creature with a sickly face, walking along crookedly, with clumps of dark locks framing the length of his bony, slender body.
It's...monstrous. One maid begins to fan herself in horror, while your mother returns to her cushioned chair with trembling hands. What a frightful sight! Surely this can't be a proper human; a ghastly fiend, perhaps, a ghoul haunting the forests at night, but no man to stand with you before a holy altar!
"He said he loves me, you see," you explain with flushed cheeks. "Well, he didn't explicitly say it...as I don't think he can speak at all. Yet, I can tell."
The pale beast nods fervently to your words.
Oh, yes, he does love you so very much. After all, he sold his soul and his voice just to walk the Earth with you! From the moment he caught a glimpse of you, he knew you were meant to be his. A fate seamed by the Gods themselves; he was certain of it.
There was one hurdle he was forced to overcome in order to properly face you. He is a water spirit, you see. A merman, yes, that’s how the humans often call him. He dwells at the bottom of the ocean, swimming with the frothing waves, luring the unsuspecting sailors to their early demise. It was during one of your boat travels that he laid his eyes on you. Immediately, viciously, his heart begun to throb with yearning. He needed to have you in his embrace at all costs.
Consequently, and without much stalling, he decided to leave the azure of the sea behind and crawl his way on land, searching for his betrothed. His father was enraged, but he knew better than to prod his son’s stubbornness. Before he knew it, the sallow creature was obediently standing in front of Ježibaba the Witch, signing the cursed pact that would leave him mute. Should the love fade, she warned, he’d be dragged back into the depths, fettered by the swamp mud, cursed to live as a will-o’-the-wisp, bringer of death and despair.
Child, night after night
your siblings will weep for you!
There’s no help for you, once
a human has enticed you into their power.
With limbs foreign to him, he pitifully stumbled across the shore, where you found him in the early hours of the morning. At last, he thought, he’d be at your side.
Your family is not alone in their sorrows. Among the many suitors, there’s a certain foreign Prince who’s not quite ready to accept your decision. No, it simply cannot be. No one else in this world loves you like he does; of that he is certain. Whatever vile charlatan you’ve brought into your home is all but a mockery in the face of his feelings.
With a wrathful step, he strides towards the castle, cursing this newfound love of yours. He doesn’t play games of fate, nor does he need the wicked magic of witches and devils. His pace is confident, imposing; a far cry from the meagre slither of the monstrous merman. There’s something your wild beast will never have, something his soul is devoid of: passion. Alas, you will soon discover what it truly means to be adored by a human. Not just any human, mind you, but someone of his nobility and virtue.
The prince is welcomed by a pair of whispering servants. They bemoan the terror that has befallen their estate, the trickery that engulfed your royal heart, causing you to long after a creature of the night. What could have possessed you in that very moment, when you stumbled upon the demon?
Like clockwork, their voices are abruptly hushed by the shuffle of uncertain feet. The men turn around and immediately frown at the mysterious groom. Whatever summoned him in their presence is irrelevant. The prince shoves the terrified group aside, standing proud before the crooked figure.
“I don’t know what sorcery lies at the bottom of your deceit - convincing someone of (Y/N)’s grace to even gaze in your direction - but you’re better off returning to the hole you crawled out of.”
He briefly glances at the servants who’re holding their breaths at the exchange.
“They bear witness to my mercy! I will allow you to leave, though mistake not my kindness for naivety. (Y/N) was promised to me in marriage, and I shan’t permit anyone to interfere with my plans. This sword,” he threatens, placing a hand over the leather sheath, “this sword has slayed ogres twice as frightful.”
He pauses, searching his rival’s eyes, unable to find the fear he hoped to instil with his intimidation tactics. Very well, if death isn’t the answer to ridding himself of the plague...
“I’ll tell you what,” the prince finally continues, twisting his mouth in a pained frown, “you’re fooling yourself if you think (Y/N) feels anything but pity for you. Can you look at me, man to man, and tell me you love them with the same passion?”
There it is, that cursed word once more, ensnarling him tightly and pressing against his chest like the branding of hot iron. The merman’s hands curl in a fist, yet he is unable to speak, to shout, to cry. The creeping shadow of doubt suddenly engulfs him: is it truly the lack of voice that holds him back? Or might this man speak the truth? He is, after all, a monster that was never meant to walk on land, a spirit belonging to the waters. Could his adoration compare with that of other humans, with their warmth, with their vigorous, beating hearts?
A thread snaps. The merman’s soul is heavy, trampled by gloom and despair. Perhaps the Gods were merely laughing at his ridiculous dreams, dangling the hook of false hope before his hungry jaws, watching him writhe on the surface until the lungs collapse. The ground spins and the air is bitter, scorching his throat. As if pulled by invisible hands, his body hurries outside, across the rocky shore and into the foam of the waves; Ježibaba’s words echo against his eardrums. He sinks.
“Where’s the groom?”
You freeze in the doorframe, baffled to find one of your suitors in your room. The foreign prince welcomes you with a deep bow, gripping one of your hands with greed and pressing it against his lips.
“It has returned to its depths. I hope you understand,” he pleads, almost throwing himself at your feet. “Such a creature has no place among us.”
“What nonsense are you spewing?” the venom in your words causes the young man to tug at his chest. What must he do for you to accept him?
You nonchalantly slap his hand off you, then turn on your heels and scurry down the hall, followed by the panicked prince.
“Don’t be foolish! He’s been cursed, a damned ghoul dwelling at the bottom of the swamp, drowning humans who wander too close.”
His usual tenacity has faded, voice cracking with anguish and envy. This time it’s you who walks with unbreaking determination, reaching for the marsh. His mind races within a fog, trying to come up with a way to stop you in your tracks. He could draw his weapon, of course. Instinctually, his toned arm grips the handle, picturing the swing of the blade - a necessary evil? No, you’d never forgive such violence, and he can’t bear the thought of you despising him anymore than you do now.
It’s too late. Your expensive, polished shoes dip lightly into the mud, causing you to advance more steadily. You begin shouting without aim, scanning the area and praying for an answer.
Truth be told, he was indeed hoping you would return: the faintest of wish he dared to keep in his aching heart. The merman claws his way out of the murk, revealing his even paler figure. His beloved, his dearest! To see you in front of him like this is worth all the damnation in the world.
The prince involuntarily grabs your wrist. This is his final chance to convince you of his devotion, of his undying loyalty. He would burn the entire world down just to have you look in his direction. A vague smile crosses his face; to hear his own shameless thoughts...A noble turned into a beggar. He never expected to find himself trapped in such a miserable yearning.
The swamp is quiet, save for your laboured breaths. You’re burdened by indecisiveness. You...
warning: lots of period sex, pussy eating, and blood. You have been warned!
A/N: I’m on my period and wanted to write something horny and comforting…
Werecreatures/hybrids are already going insane when you ovulate, but once you start bleeding they can’t resist properly mounting and mating you. You’re their sweet mate, and they both want to breed you and help with the pain by fucking you and eating you out until you’re too tired to think.
Vampires of course are immediately drawn to your pussy, the smell of your blood making them drool. Some are pushing your panties to the side the second you start your period, knowing before you do. They become attached to your pussy, and possibly save some of your blood for later once they’ve had their fill. They especially love to save your cum that’s mixed with period blood, finding the taste exquisite.
Mermen get extremely protective during this time, afraid you’ll attract some underwater predator that thinks you’re easy prey becuase you’re bleeding. They’ll get horny, but are more focused on protecting than procreating. They will slip into you and sing to you as they fill you will cum, though!
Androids are immediately worried, fussing over you as they scan your body to check your health status. They give you medicine, keep you in bed, and fuck their fingers into you to help soothe your bloody cunt. They sink their synthetic cock into you, claiming it’s to help with your pain, but really they just want to fuck that pretty pussy of yours and hear you mewl like never before.
Nagas stay coiled around you, struggling to understand your strange body and why they feel so horny and protective over you during this time. It makes them anxious, and they’re extra clingy as you keep their cock warm. They’re strangely fascinated by the way blood oozes from your pussy while they bounce you lightly, and definitely end up tasting it. They get addicted to it, now you have a needy, pussy drunk naga on your hands. At least it makes you feel better to cum while you’re cramping…
Incubi/demons of course become sex crazed, and you don’t get much rest while they’re keeping you pinned down. Your pussy is always puffy and abused during this time, and they lick up every last drop of your blood, seeing it as a sign that you’re healthy and ready to make love and produce offspring. After your period they become the clingiest, most doting partners ever and feel kind of bad that they went insane while you were menstruating.
Paring: Orc, Naga, Sea Witch, Vampire, werewolf, Ghost, Witch monster wives x Female human reader
Warning: Smut, pussy eating, witch is older than the reader (she’s a granny), pussy portal, rough, tentacles, chasing, possession, jealousy, toxicity, blood, biting
A/N: I just finished my college semester so I wanted to post a draft in the meantime. So sorry to everyone who sent requests, I’ve been so stressed out with my classes and my depression, I felt unmotivated. Ill post them soon since my semester is over ^^ — pink
How your monster wife eats you out.
ORC
Nothing makes you feel more full than the feeling of your wife’s large green fingers splitting you open. She’s massive, of course she is. The clan leader needs to be a personification show of strength to ward off any enemy. Too bad you’re also one of her victims when she decides to spread you apart on your shared bed after a rough day training.
She’s always grumpy after, sweat glistening on her muscular arms before she hoists you over her strong shoulder to the bed. She’s quick to rip apart your underwear, she always makes up for it and buys you a new pair anyway. She just can’t help herself from stuffing her face between your legs so she can lap at your pretty pussy. Her large tongue rolling around your twitching pearl as you sling in her arms begging for mercy. Her tusks have probably left an indent on your inner thighs from how much they poke at you when she slurps at you. At first it was painful…then uncomfortable, and now you barely feel them at all. She begs you to pull on her black curly hair, the tug alone makes her wet with a groan.
NAGA
She has always been overly clingy. Her favorite pastime was always cuddling up behind you underneath the trees and snuggling you to death til the both of you fall asleep. Her tail is massive, and surprisingly warm. She likes to bask it in the sun just so you can warm up against it whenever you come back home. She cries when you leave for work, trying her best to make you stay with her. If you can’t she can always try convincing you otherwise. Your wife was strong, a tall woman with a massive tail that overpowered you completely, she lifted you up easily, flipping you upside down in your pajamas before you could get ready. She removes your underwear easily, tossing it aside before rubbing the end of her long tail over your slit as it slowly eases inside you.
She fucks you good, so good that you forget you even need to go to work. Her tail isn’t rough or anything, it’s surprisingly smooth at the end, the perfect size to plug up your pussy when you think about leaving her. Once you’re too overstimulated to move she’ll flip you around again so you’re hovering over her face, letting you ride her tail before she wraps her large mouth around your entire pussy. Her tongue is long, twisting and twirling as it stretches you out along with her tail. She’ll make you beg for her to stop…and since you’re too tired now, it’d be best you stayed home.
SEA WITCH
When you go to the beach you always try to wear cute clothes for your wife. You buy countless little sun dresses, shorts, bathing suits and skirts that only end up drifting carelessly away at sea. You were sure you could have filled half a mile of point Nemo from how much stuff you’ve lost over the past couple of years. Maybe there will be a chance for society to embark on all your ripped up bikinis and dresses. Your wife always managed to mess up your clothing. She didn’t hate it, far from it, you looked beautiful, and she can never help that itch she gets to just drag you by the ankle with one of her tentacles to your knees before slipping you into the ocean.
You were tired of her fucking up your shit, so you finally decided one day to wear an outfit she can’t rip. A cute lingerie set with your pussy exposed under your old sun dress, you were lucky enough to live on a semi deserted island, the nearest village was half an hour away for anyone to see you getting fucked silly on the sand. You twirl around for her, a cheeky smile on your face when you feel the familiar slimy grip of her tentacles dragging you straight toward her. She flips you over, your elbows landing harshly on the sand with your ass under water . She rips your dress apart to shreds, you’re happy you wore a dress you didn’t quite like anymore. Not that she cared. Clothes were a foreign concept in Merfolk culture, she seemed more irritated each time you even bothered putting something on. Once she sees your body she lights up immediately, tentacles wrapping over your breast and thighs as she pulls you onto her lips. She can go at you for hours like this.
VAMPIRE
A fresh smelling human woman with blood as divine as aged wine. It’d be surprising if the countess didn’t fall head over heels in love. She was old, much older than you, but she was stunning. She took you as her bride as soon as she smelled you quivering alone in the woods, how could she resist such beauty from this cute pathetic woman? She’s overly gentle with you, using an amulet to keep you young for her forever. She doesn't fancy anyone else’s company after meeting you. She’s tall, strong, but surprisingly overly gentle with you, her sweet wife. When she took you to bed the first time it hurt..bad. What else did you expect from a vampire as old as her? A vampire who hasn’t had a meal this delectable in a long, long time. No, she needed to savor your taste.
Eating you out isn’t always a simple game when she’s angry or stressed. Your thighs are etched with bite marks as scars to prove it. She tries to be gentle as she can, but fangs as long as hers can’t help but hurt as they sink into your thighs. You squirm, tears bubbling up over your waterline as you bite those cute plump lips of yours. She is always apologetic, promising you euphoria as soon as she has her fill of your blood, and she always comes through. In seconds her bloody red lips wrap around your clit, tongue fast and powerful enough to make you arch your back. She keeps at you for hours to the point you can’t even feel the earlier puncture.
WEREWOLF
Your wife has always loved it when you run from her..just like how you two met years ago. It’s become a tradition at this point. Sometimes when she’s away you sneak off to the nearest lake to go take a bath, but oh no, she’s not as stupid as you take her for, she’s almost always waiting, watching, anticipating for you to step your soaking nude body out the water so she can pounce you back onto the dirty ground when you’re done. How dare you think you can take a bath without her? You always seem so content when you bathe, so cute and vulnerable, she tried warning you about keeping up with your surroundings. I suppose you never learn, do you? Or, maybe you actually liked the idea of her watching you.
She waits until you get out the water, neatly wrapping a towel over your perfect body before you make your way back to the village. She’s behind you in an instant, crawling in bushes, stalking your every step. She only pounces when you notice her..she loves the chase. You always let out the sweetest gasp when you spot her, fumbling around with your towel as you start to dash away. But your human legs can only get you so far. She lets you create distance..she wants you to feel safe and secure before tackling you. She pins you in the ground, fluffy body heaving as she lifts up your squirming legs as you curse her out for ruining your bath. Her tongue is long and swift, curling over and under your clit as she messily eats you up. You can get back at her later, for now she wants to taste you.
GHOST
Living with a ghost as a wife seemed scary at first, especially when she took your soul at the start of your marriage in exchange for her love. At first she only did it as a joke, but now that she’s taken the time to get to know you she’s been obsessed with you ever since. You haven’t known peace. She’s clinging to you the second you get home, pulling off your shoes and coat before showering you with icy kisses. She loves staying wrapped around you at night even if it makes you uncomfortably cold. She can’t seem to get her hands off you. She knows you work hard to maintain and take care of the house, so why shouldn’t she show her appreciation?
She died years ago when she was still living here, all alone, but now that she has you she has no interest in letting you leave her. Ever. Sometimes when the two of you get into a fight and you try leaving the house she gets nervous..she knows your marriage isn’t legitimate by legal means, but for crying out loud she has your soul. You were hers. She completely flips out, rushing to you before you can reach the handle to possess your body. She quickly apologizes each time, she promises to make it up to you, she knows you can feel every single move she makes in your body, so she’ll finger your pussy while she begs you to stay with her. And when you do eventually calm down, she’ll happily give your body back so she can suck on your tiny clit with her cold tongue.
WITCH
Your wife was far too old to participate in such “lewd behaviors”, or so she’d say. She was decades older than you, an older woman with a low libido. She wasn’t as active as she used to be in her youth, but she knows how needy humans can be, especially her sweet little wife. Bending down to eat you out wasn’t exactly her forte, too tasteless for an advanced witch such as herself. No, no— she liked to use the element of surprise.
Your wife’s most treasured gift other than yourself was a giant spell book she got when she was younger. She uses it for everything, each page filled to the brim with sticky notes, annotations and cute little scribbles. She keeps a special page in the back of the book just for you, a portal only she can open whenever she feels like you deserve a sweet treat. She slowly mumbles in a foreign language, twirling her fingertips around white glowing mist, her ruby lips curling into a cruel grin when the outline of your pretty pussy appears. She’s quick to give a small kiss to your clit, a small nice gesture to warn you she’s about to ruin you before sticking her tongue inside your gaping hole.
Your wish is my command!
In which a mermaid helps you through laying her eggs.
You felt so full, so fucking stretched. You hardly dared to breathe, but the mermaid held you tightly against her on the lakebank. She was a firm presence behind you, brushing your hair, petting and caressing.
You swallowed nervously. None of this made any sense, but you knew what was coming. Every clench of your sore, throbbing cunt pushed the first egg out just a little more.
The mermaid tapped your thigh, encouraging you to spread your legs wider. You shivered against her cool scales, webbed fingers trailing along your thigh. She nuzzled into your hair, her other hand trailing down to your stomach, where she began kneading and pressing.
You clenched down instinctively, trying to hold everything in. Yet that only made the pressure worse, sweat beading down your temple. The mermaid's touch was gentle, soothing and insistent.
An odd combination which forced you to relax, your cunt fluttering as the eggs came even closer. It stretched you, a weighty, slick feeling you were all too aware of.
You clung to the mermaid for stability as the egg descended. You started clenching harder, trying to work it out of you. Fuck, you were so full, and as much as it was overwhelming... it felt good.
You moaned as the first egg finally slipped out of you, plopping gently into the water. The mermiad cooed and chirped happily, her petting intensified. Kneading at your breasts, running circles over your bloated stomach.
You groaned as the next egg began to descend. You were going to be here a while. Who knows how many she had filled you with?
Ah, darn, you were definitely not getting paid for this quest now.
You shuddered as the next egg slipped out of you, painful and necessary. The mermaid moved her hand to your clit, gently rubbing you encouragingly. You clenched and trembled, your movements making the eggs come faster.
Oh fuck you were going to cum.
The mermaid rubbed faster, making you twitch and shudder. It was coming, you couldn’t… fuck you couldn’t– You clung to the mermaid for stability as it all became overwhelming.
The next egg popped free as you gushed against her hand. You collapsed against her, spent and panting. But she didn’t stop touching you, fuck, you were still so full.
Imagine a fantasy setting of monsters, hybrids and aliens where humans are the most sought out bachelor(ette) due to being more durable just based on their human history and easily manages to fit into everyone's taste. So if they got a human partner, how are they not going to show off?
Which is why if any monster has the pleasure to be with a human, they'll show off the fuck out of their partner. And every monster within view without a human partner (and craves one) will glare in jealousy.
Orcs showing you off by carrying you everywhere even if you're embarrassed. No one's flirting with you when there's always a big monster tailing behind and looking down at anyone deemed a threat.
A big group sirens crowding the one with their human partner, you, and pampering you - giving you a tiny concert too. Unlike the mermaids/mermen, they do share you with one another. While mermaids/mermen are possessive of their owns.
Dragons and Naga share the same possessiveness as mermaids/mermen, just on land. Your dragon will proudly claimed that out of all the treasures in his horde, you're the most precious. Nagas will coil around you without hurting in any way as they give you a bunch of affection despite not knowing affection well.
Fairies offering the cutest gifts to appeal their partner like a flower crown, sweetest of berry or even giving you their blessing power. Size difference? Pfft who cares about that, they're still smitten by you! Well... Maybe it affects them just a little bit.. Positively of course.
Platonic Ver.
Instead of being the most sought out bachelor(ette) but instead as a companion or emotional support company. Like pets but not derogatory. Due to their weak and small (well to most monsters), they're like potentially a wet cat asking to be adopted.
Maybe sometimes monsters came across a human peacefully standing idle then gave a glance at them, politely giving a smile and a wavenas instincts, they'd assumed it's the human distribution system and suddenly you've been adopted.
Imagine likely dragons since they're so big and mighty they have to be so gentle while battling the cuteness aggression less they want to accidentally hurt them.
Any monsters having emotional support humans. Only the best and bravest of humans are allowed(they're probably getting paid) so they can deal with asking someone if the two of them can leave a party with the monster hiding behind the human talking to someone. Example such as a vampire hugging their human companion to feel warmth without pain and a fae having a human in the background to ramble - yes they're listening intently.
It's funny to imagine a group online or irl where the monsters meet up where they discuss and help each other with caring for their humans. Aliens are more common in these kinds of activity. For example, 'how to do I stop my human from eating or drinking dairy again'.
Little Starfish. │ merjo / merman gojo x reader │ wc: 7k │ AO3 LINK
tags: no use of y/n, petname: little starfish, monster fucking, size difference, inhuman anatomy, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering & sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, toru is annoying af in this as usual in my works , he's actually a huge softie for you, very nsfw
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The sun, the sea, the steady sound of the waves breaking against the shore.
They had been your constant companions. The ocean breeze tousled your hair and the sunlight warmed your cheek.
There was a quiet peace to your life. You spent your days painting in the rockpools near your cliffside cottage. Two years ago, you had stepped away from the tight grip of society after a distant family member passed and left you her home along with what remained of her fortune.
You chose to let your days drift by with brush in hand. The ocean and its creatures became your company. Your canvases filled with schools of fish, their scales catching the light, with jellyfish trailing long bright tendrils, with seagulls stretching their wings over open water. It was simple work. Honest work.
That day had felt no different.
You sat on the gnarled wood of your favorite stool, your weathered easel planted firmly in the sand before you. The canvas was already washed in blues and greens as you shaped an underwater scene. Light filtered through painted waves. A figure began to form beneath your brush.
At first it looked like a sea creature, something scaled and sleek. But slowly it changed. The shape grew broader at the shoulders, more like a man than a fish. White curls framed his head. Bright blue eyes took shape beneath your careful strokes. You had not realized what you were painting. It felt as though you had slipped into a quiet trance, your brush moving on instinct. The creature sharpened into focus until a smug smile curved across soft pink lips.
A splash broke the stillness.
Your hand stilled mid stroke. Your gaze shifted toward the water.
You saw him.
He was half in and half out of the sea, leaning against the tide pools. His chin rested on his palm as he watched you, grinning wide and unapologetically, sharp fanged teeth flashing in the golden light.
Awe must have been on your face as you took in the sight of him. Iridescent scales ran along his shoulders and chest, catching in the sun in pale flashes. He was massive, at least from your human perspective. His upper third, what would be his torso, was much like a person’s for the most part - apart from the scaled patches along his body and occasional fins - but even that human part was approaching twice as large as a normal person’s. Including his tail with its white and blue scales that shimmered beneath the surface, he was nearing 17 feet in length.
Humans and merfolk had never been at peace. The village had always whispered stories. They spoke of brutality, of flesh torn from bone, of hearts taken for sport. They spoke as though it were fact.
But merfolk were not spared from cruelty either. Children stolen from quiet coves. Scales treated as trophies. Creatures hunted and displayed by those with money and power.
You had long believed that if there was violence, it likely went both ways. People rarely showed kindness to what they did not understand.
You knew that well enough.
You stared at him, your mouth hanging open before you forced it shut.
“Now who said you could paint my good side without asking for permission?”
You had never expected to have any kind of conversation with a merman, let alone one so pretty - one you had painted without even realising it.
“I-I’m sorry, did I offend you?”
He laughed then, a loud bark of sweet, bright laughter that carried easily over the water. The sound warmed your cheeks and made embarrassment prickle along the back of your neck.
“I can’t blame you for painting me, I am the prettiest after all.” He drawled, leaning forward to study your canvas with sharp, critical eyes. His lips curled into the same smug grin you had painted earlier without meaning to.
“You are pretty, but I guess everyone tells you that,” you responded, rolling your eyes as you mixed another shade of cerulean on your palette, keeping your gaze fixed on your work instead of him.
“I’m Satoru, what’s your name, little starfish?” Satoru asked, tilting his head to the side. Water dripped steadily from his snowy hair, sliding down along his neck and shoulders.
You told him your name. He repeated it quietly a few times, testing the sound of it, before flashing that wide, toothy grin again. “I think little starfish suits you better, don’t you think?”
You raised an eyebrow at him and let out a small laugh. “I just told you my name and you insist on calling me little starfish?”
“Yup! I am the best at picking out nicknames, and you are now little starfish.” Satoru nodded firmly, his tail flicking in amusement and breaking through the gentle lap of the waves.
It was strange that you were not afraid of him. If it had been any other merfolk, you thought you might have trembled. Yet as you sat there with him watching you, you felt no fear. Maybe it was because the moment he opened his mouth you realized he was deeply egotistical, and more than anything he seemed curious about you.
“You hold your brush wrong y’know. I’ve been watchin’ you for some time and you hold it weirdly.” He pointed a clawed finger toward the brush resting between your fingers, making you frown.
“No I do not, you’re just being rude,” you shot back, glancing at your canvas as you added more color to his eyes, deepening the blue and carefully painting in that mischievous glint he carried so easily.
After that evening, Satoru became a steady presence in your life. He visited often, sometimes daily. Once you mentioned offhand that you liked shellfish but found it too expensive, he began arriving with offerings. He left crabs, lobsters, and fish near your favorite rock pool on mornings when he could not stay.
Explaining money to him turned into an entire afternoon.
He called humans foolish for it. He told you most merfolk were self-sufficient. Those who could not provide for themselves were cared for by the stronger members of the pod. To them, nothing was more important than family.
Satoru spoke often about his own family.
He told you about a serious boy named Megumi, and Megumi’s sister, Tsumiki, who worried constantly. He told you about Yuji, a pink haired boy who followed Megumi everywhere he went. His voice softened when he spoke of them, even if he tried to hide it behind teasing remarks.
You could picture it easily. The tired look on Megumi’s face as Yuji chattered excitedly about some fish he had spotted. And the way Satoru must watch over them all as if they were his own children.
You began to think about the food he brought you. About how he said the strong cared for the weak. You told yourself that was all it was. That you were simply someone he had decided to look after - family.
But what you felt for him went far beyond friendship.
It grew slowly. Your heart skipped whenever he smiled at you. You found yourself waiting for the sound of a splash against the rocks. You loved the way he sat beside you while you painted, close enough that he spent the whole time peering over your shoulder. You baked cakes and sweets for him, pretending it was nothing special, pretending you did not look forward to the way he’d excitedly bounce whenever you’d hand over the most delicious looking sweets.
Whenever he touched you, even lightly, your body reacted before your mind could catch up. His hands were cool and damp, the texture of his skin different from anything you had known. Yet it never felt wrong. It felt gentle. Careful. As though he was always aware of how fragile you were compared to him - that you were a fragile thing he did not want to break.
You began to crave those small touches.
The space between you grew smaller over the weeks. Gifts became more frequent. Crabs and lobsters appeared almost daily beside your favorite rock pool even on days he could not show up. Shells and pearls followed, always in your favorite colours, pushed into the palm of your hand with a lazy grin.
Each offering was a kindness you savoured.
You were not painting alone anymore - months had passed before you had even realised it, and Satoru had so easily settled himself into your life as if he had always belonged there.
Your days no longer were lonely, filled with the sunny sea as your only companion. You found yourself waiting for him. Every morning you set up your canvas and easel beside the rockpool he told you was his favorite. The flat stones there held the warmth of the sun long into the afternoon, and he loved to stretch across them to bask in the sun or to laze in the rockpool beside you.
It became routine, breaking apart the mundanity you had grown used to.
He would announce himself the same way each time - a loud call of your name, followed by a dramatic splash as he pulled himself onto the rocks or into one of the pools. His beautiful indigo tail would take up most of the space, water sloshing over the edges as he settled in without a single care in the world, as if he belonged there - belonged in your world.
That day was no different.
You sat at the edge of the sun warmed pool, your sketchbook balanced on your knees. Your feet dipped into the water beside him, brushing occasionally against cool and smooth scales. Pencil in hand, you sketched carefully. You captured the soft curve of his snowy lashes, the straight line of his nose, the pretty pink curve of his lips as they rested in a lazy half smile.
Satoru, meanwhile, had stolen one of your brushes - as he often did, dragging the worn bristles across his palm with idle interest. The end of his tail swished lazily through the water, though the small, quick flicks betrayed his amusement despite the bored look he always tried to wear.
You had learned to read him easily, it took you maybe two weeks to learn his habits.
He liked to act aloof on some days and on others he would decide that annoying you was his sole goal in life. He enjoyed also pretending he was unimpressed, that nothing you did was cool, that your art did not impress him. But his eyes always gave him away. They sparkled when you teased him. His tail swayed when he was pleased, like it did now. You knew he was content. The warmth in your chest told you the feeling was mutual.
“What’s it like down there? It’s dark right?” you eventually asked, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you, glancing up from your sketchbook, tilting your head to one side as you gazed at him.
“Yeah it gets pretty dark, but we have bio-luminescent lamps and scales on our bodies that make it easier to see,” Satoru explained casually. “We can also see in the dark, I have the best eyes around!”
His free hand came to rest on your calf. His fingers slid lightly over your skin, cool and damp, tracing slow lines studying you the way you studied him.
“Why do humans wear clothes? They seem inconvenient. I don’t like not being able to see every part of someone, It’s weird,” Satoru pouted, claws brushing carefully along your flesh.
“It’s a decency thing,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “Protection too. Our skin is delicate and can easily get burnt or torn. It keeps us warm when we’re cold. You’re cold blooded, Toru, so you don’t really get cold in the way that I do.”
Satoru huffed. “Humans are lame.”
You snorted and rolled your eyes, tapping the top of his head lightly with your pencil.
“Excuse you sir, I thought you liked me,” you teased, grinning.
“I do like you, but not the other humans, they're weird. Legs creep me out,” he grumbled.
His lazy exploration had drifted higher now, fingertips brushing along your thigh. His touch was absentminded, lacking any real thought.
“My legs are scary?” you asked with a quiet laugh.
“No. Other humans' legs are though. Yours are soft and nice.”
Your smile softened at that. The pencil in your hand paused against the page as you looked at him, really looked at him, at the sincerity that slipped through his teasing tone.
You dipped your toes deeper into the water, brushing them gently against his tail this time on purpose.
“Well, lucky for you,” you murmured, “these are the only legs you have to worry about.”
“Okay I have another question, don’t tell me off for it,” Satoru said, tapping your knee with the paintbrush, his expression perhaps the most devious you had ever seen.
“Shoot, what do you wanna know?”
He paused, that sharp and mischievous look only grew, an expression you knew well when he was planning to tease you, it was a dangerous look, the way his eyes glimmered with interest.
“Why does your pulse get faster whenever I get closer? Is human skin more sensitive than scales?” Satoru asked smoothly, his tone teasing in a way that made your stomach do tiny backflips.
You blinked at him a few times, heat quickly rose in your face as you huffed. “My pulse does not get faster! And I wouldn’t know, I don’t have scales,”you grumbled, puffing your cheeks out in a childish show of annoyance while avoiding his gaze.
“You’re a bad liar, star,” He replied easily, his voice thick with amusement.
You hesitated briefly then you muttered, “I imagine it’s not that different. Certain parts of my body are more sensitive than others.”
You lightly kicked his tail as if to distract him from the admission.
Satoru grinned wider. He rolled in the shallow pool so he was facing you fully now, his chin propped up in his hand, water shifting around his broad shoulders.
The space between you grew smaller.
"So…I've seen the looks some sailors give each other on ships. Like they want it bad. How does mating work for you guys?" he asked, tilting his head, baby blues watching you carefully.
For a moment, your breath caught in your throat.
“That’s a very direct question,” you said slowly, staring down at your sketchbook as if it might save you. Your pulse betrayed you again, beating hard against your ribs.
“Well?” he pressed, tail flicking once behind him.
How were you supposed to explain the concept of human sex to a merman? A mermaid you had a giant crush on at that.
That was the first thought that ran through your mind as you dragged a hand down your face, equal parts flustered and tired at the absurdity of it all. You let out a long sigh and looked at Satoru again, narrowing your eyes slightly. You were almost certain he already understood and was choosing to make you say it out loud just to watch you squirm.
He truly was a pain in your ass.
You sighed again and shook your head. “We form bonds first, but not all the time. Most of the time though, there’s emotional attachment. Courting each other, I guess.” You rolled your shoulders, feeling the weight of his bright blue gaze on your burning cheeks. “Spending time together. Exchanging gifts. Learning about each other - what the other likes, what preferences they have.”
Satoru’s grin spread wide and sharp. “Like we have been?”
You spluttered, glaring at him as heat climbed higher along your neck. You chose not to answer that. That was a conversation for another time - you did not want to mentally unpack that yet.
“So how does actual mating work though? You didn’t answer my question.”
You inhaled slowly, bracing yourself.
“Well… to start, men and women have different biology. Though I think that’s also the same with merfolk,” you began, refusing to meet his eyes. “The man has a penis. It’s usually like…” You gestured awkwardly with your hands to indicate size, and he snickered under his breath. “About that big. And the woman has an opening that it goes inside of and fter that… when he reaches climax, fertilization can happen if the timing is right.”
You cleared your throat, wishing the rock beneath you would swallow you whole.
“Ah, I see, I see. Merfolk are the same,” Satoru murmured.
His hand, which had been resting on your thigh, moved more deliberately now. His claws traced lightly along the inside of your thigh, not enough to hurt, just enough to make you sharply aware of every nerve beneath your skin. His grin widened, but his eyes had darkened with something more focused.
“Can we do that then? I want you to be my mate.”
The bluntness of it stole the air from your lungs.
You stared at him, stunned, your pulse hammering in your ears. “You can’t seriously be asking me that,” you snapped, though your voice wavered. “That’s not how it works.”
He tilted his head, genuinely curious despite the smirk tugging at his lips. “Why not? I like you a lot, I have been courting you - and you like me too thats why your pulse does that cute thing that it does - it’s doing it right now”
“Because,” you said, forcing yourself to steady your breathing, “being someone’s mate isn’t just about wanting them. It’s about trust. About knowing each other fully. About choosing each other.”
Your hand moved without thinking, resting lightly against his shoulder and then his neck. Cool skin met warm your palm.
“It’s serious, Toru,” you continued more softly. “It’s not just physical. It means something.”
For once, he did not interrupt. His tail stilled in the water. His gaze searched your face, his usual aloof and teasing demeanor replaced by something serious - the most serious you had ever seen him be.
“You don’t get to claim me just because you’re curious,” you added, trying to regain some composure. “Won’t just accept just because my heart speeds up when you get too close.”
His fingers tightened slightly on your thigh, possessive almost. “It is not curiosity, my star - I want you like the moon wants the tides. Please, let me have you.” He looked at you then, as if you were the sole star in his sky. “I choose you, I have been choosing you - choose me too.”
You looked at him, taking in the raw tenderness in his eyes, the need that shone there. There was no teasing, no usual mischief, no hint of deceit - just pure want and affection, all directed at you.
Your mind raced. He was a merman, not of your world, belonging to the oceans and not the land. His people hated humans. Was he putting himself in danger for you? For his family even? And what about you - were you now a target? Would other merfolk come after you for being the lover of one as powerful as he was?
You took a deep breath, thinking back over the life you had lived. The things you had let slip through your fingers out of fear, the people who had come and gone like a revolving door, the chances you had never taken to protect yourself from being hurt.
But now, looking at him, you realized some things were worth the risk - he was worth any risk you could ever take.
You wanted him, and now you knew clearly that he wanted you too.
“Okay,” you said finally, your voice steady, resolute despite the fluttering in your chest.
Satoru’s grin widened, full of unadulterated joy. He pulled himself up, his massive form easily able to stretch himself up so he was at height with you in a movement that felt too quick and easy. “Good,” he murmured, the vibration in his voice low and smooth, almost a purr. He leaned in, pressing his lips gently against yours, and the world around you two vanished until it was just you, him, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore.
“My little star,” Satoru whispered against your lips.
The gentleness of his lips did not last very long.
Satoru was a creature of the ocean, accustomed to cruel and darkest depths and taking what he wanted - a hunter. His mouth opened over yours, and while he was patient, it was still hard and demanding, hungry in a way that made your head spin and your heart race.
You felt the sleek, dangerous slide of his tongue, the scrape of the sharp fangs you had been shown glimpses of now grazing against your bottom lip, a perfect reminder of exactly who, exactly what you were kissing. The thrill sent a heat straight to your core.
His hands began to wander quickly. You could feel the massive, slightly webbed grip of them on your hips. He lifted you effortlessly, sliding you off the dry edge of the stone and into the tide pool with him.
Rather, on top of him. While water soaked instantly through some of your clothes, the sudden chill making you gasp against his mouth, Satoru remained a solid, immovable floor beneath you, letting your knees straddle around his iridescent scales of what would be around the equivalent of his abdomen, while his back pressed against the stone you’d been sitting on just seconds ago. From here, you could feel every groove of his body under you: pure muscle just beneath the surface, cold to the touch, and tough in some spots from the defensive scales, but softer where it mattered.
“Well, let’s learn together, shall we?” That sharp grin returned to the merman as he broke the kiss, letting a finger curl underneath the hem of your shirt. His claw was near to piercing it, intent on tearing your clothing to ribbons if it meant getting to you a second sooner.
“I’ll give you one chance, star,” The hand not threatening the safety of your clothes patted your cheek, a massive sized palm against your head, “Lose the clothes or I’ll do it for you.”
With a quick and desperate nod, your trembling fingers flew to the hem of your worn cotton t-shirt, it was too hot to wear it anyway the heat inside of your core was growing to be too much already, humid air washed over your bare breasts, your nipples to tighten into hard, aching pebbles.
Satoru’s gaze was fixated instantly, the ethereal beauty of his cerulean eyes darkening as they dilated so nearly his whole gaze was a near-black, a bottomless well of raw, unrestrained want. His webbed fingers met the soft and delicate skin of your best, gentle and tentative.
The first sensation you felt was the shock of his cold hands, the coolness delicious against your heated skin - making you gasp, your back involuntarily arching into his touch. Your eyelids fluttered close, and then opened again, your gaze flickering down to see Satoru’s face, his expression a mask of desire and awe.
His hands were so different from a humans, delicate webbing between his fingers, the same shimmering blue colour of his tail - his claws grazing the thin, sensitive flesh of your breasts, his thumbs tracing circles over the hardened nubs of your nipples, each pass sending a jolt of pure electricity skittering down your spine, coiling deep in your belly.
“So soft,” he had murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you, pinching your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, a sharp pleasure that made your lips part in a soft and sweet moan. He had looked up then, his own lips curling into a lazy, predatory smile as he watched the desperate need flush across your face
“My turn,” you had slurred, the words thick and clumsy on your tongue, your own hands rising to explore the expanse of his torso. His skin was cool and impossibly smooth, his hand had shot out, catching your wrist with a gentle but strong grip, curling around it to guide it down, down, down to a small patch of scales where the sleek skin of his torso gave way to the long and muscular length of his tail.
The scales there were different - larger and firmer, a deep, iridescent indigo. Between two, there was an overlap, a place where muscles may have woven together normally between the bumps of an extended abdomen, instead forming a well-hidden slit of wet and hot muscle. The scales covering that slit resisted for only a moment, then managed to part, seeming to melt away as your finger tips explored the texture of the spot - thicker than water, viscous.
Then you felt the hard shape beginning to push through. You were absorbed enough that you couldn’t hear Gojo’s reactions, the way his breath began to falter for a second as you slid a hand in, knuckle-deep into the slit to chase that shape. The shape was slick, and as you reached it and let your fingers finally wrap around it, it finally breached out properly - heavy, thick, and already throbbing with need.
It was large.
Larger than anything you had ever conceived of taking, a terrifying nine inches at least, a notion that left you breathless. It was not human either: it was ridged, its color a breathtaking swirl of deep indigo and shimmering silver that perfectly matched the beautiful shades of his tail, all leading up to a bulbous, flared head that seemed to weep with anticipation.
Unlike the rest of his body which was covered in thick skin and muscle, and thus cold from the ocean, it was hot and warm, begging for any kind of attention, throbbing for you - desperate for the attention you were all too willing to give.
“I don’t think it’ll fit,” you whispered, your gaze darting between his intense, knowing eyes, his smirk insufferably smug, and the magnificent length of his cock resting against your stomach. You shifted your hips, feeling its impossible weight, the broad head pressing firmly against your abdomen, reaching, it seemed, all the way up to just below your belly button.
Satoru only laughed in the annoying, satisfied laugh he had, “Well, let’s hope it doesn’t get much bigger then.”
The surprise and what was between a horrible dread and thrill in the pit of your stomach must have read on your face, as he laughed louder this time, the corners of his eyes crinkling as his hands lazily trailed a path from your breasts to your hips, toying with the denim of your shorts. It was an obvious, silent request for them to be removed, probably with the same threat as before, so you rid yourself of your clothing - panties included , the discarded item joining your shirt - a thing to worry about later.
“Come here, I have seen humans do this before, and I’ve wanted to try it ever since,” Satoru murmured softly, placing his hands on your upper thighs, coaxing you closer. He shifted down, moving himself deeper in the pool while staying mostly level for you until his face was inches away from your pussy, his expression full of lazy need. “You smell delicious.” He drawled, drumming his fingers against the fat of your thighs until his face was buried between your thighs, his hot tongue sliding between your folds.
The first touch of his tongue was a shock. It was broader and longer than a human's, and the texture was different - slightly slicker. He licked a slow, deliberate stripe up your slit, from your entrance to your clit, and the sensation was so intense it made your whole body tremble. You gasped, your hands flew out to brace yourself against the top of his head, grasping onto damp silky locks.
He didn't stop, his tongue mapping every fold and dip of your cunt. His fingers pressed firmly into the soft flesh of your ass and thighs, holding you in place. He savored the taste, the sound, the very feel of you against his mouth. A low, rumbling groan vibrated from his chest and directly into your core, making your toes curl. “You taste so good… gonna get addicted.”
This tongue finally isolated your clit. The wet muscle circled the sensitive nub once, twice, before flattening his tongue and pressing it firmly against you. The pressure was exquisite, a steady, pulsating rhythm that had you rocking your hips against his face. He alternated between broad, lapping strokes and quick, precise flicks of the tip of his tongue, each movement sending a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through you.
He had clearly found your weak spot, his chest rumbling with a content noise as he pulled back for a few moments, grinning up at you with his shark-like teeth. “This is where you’re weak, right?” He murmured, before diving back in to keep lapping at your sopping cunt.
You could feel the heat building low in your belly, a tight coil of tension that wound tighter and tighter with every pass of his tongue. Your breaths came in ragged pants, and soft, broken moans fell from your lips. You looked down, past your stomach, and saw his face, his eyes closed in utter concentration, his brow furrowed as he worked you with his mouth. The sight alone was almost enough to send you over the edge.
Satoru slid one of his webbed fingers down, teasing your entrance for a moment before pushing it inside you, being mindful of his claws. You cried out, the feeling of his long, cool digit curling inside you combined with the relentless attention of his mouth was almost too much. He began to move his finger in time with his tongue, stroking that perfect sensitive spot deep within you while he sucked your clit between his plump lips.
You had known that just the sensation of his tongue exploring you, how it teased your inside and soon began to abuse that weak spot of yours, the nub of sensitive nerves of your clit, would have been more than enough to earn an orgasm. Now though, with the sensation of his finger perfectly locating and dragging along your insides with the pressure of his lips and tongue on you?
You could barely give him enough warning to prepare.
“To…toru, god I…” Your breaths were shaky at best, your vision blurring to stars, your eyelids starting to flutter. Stumbling words barely managed to work out, “Guh…gonna…c-cumming.” The strain building up in you manifested in a squeak as your body tightened, trying to hold back the force that was so naturally beginning to rip through your body for just a minute, a few seconds longer to enjoy the absolute bliss of the sensations coursing through you.
Finally, you couldn’t hold back and the coil in your belly snapped. A loud moan flowed freely as your orgasm ripped through you, a sharp, cry tearing from your throat as your body convulsed. Your thighs clamped around Satoru’s head, your back arching as you ground yourself against his face, riding out the waves of pleasure that left you shaking and breathless.
The merman didn't pull away until the last tremor had subsided, his tongue giving you one last, gentle lick that made you shudder. You collapsed forward, boneless and spent, your arms barely catching yourself against the large rock that was your work space before your new lover pulled himself up and laid you against his shoulder as you struggled to catch your breath.
Your eyes weren’t quite focused and you could just barely make out his voice amid the rushing of blood and your pulse in your ears, “-asty, you know that? Must be all the sweet things you make.” It was a teasing tone…tasty? You realized in a slowly fading daze he was talking about how your cum must have taste. A hollow laugh left you as you simply smiled and enjoyed the sensation of your body against his, your hands dreamily wandering around the muscles of his large chest and shoulders.
That kind of response earned a sweet laugh from your partner as you were finally ready to continue. You took a few deep breaths, still trembling but more coherent than before, your body pliant and fighting against the bonelessness as you shifted down his torso. The cool, smooth skin of his chest felt good against your flushed breasts. Satoru's hands guided your hips, positioning you directly over the heavy, ridged length of his cock. You could feel the impossible heat of him radiating against your inner thighs
“Gonna fuck you now, kay? I got you nice and wet,” he said, pressing a tender kiss against your temple, “Lift yourself onto me.”
You nodded, bracing your hands on his shoulders, you lifted yourself slightly, reaching down with one hand to line him up. The broad, bulbous head of his cock nudged against your entrance, and you took a deep breath and began to lower yourself, slow and deliberate, making sure to not hurt yourself. The stretch was immediate and intense - a full, aching pressure as your body yielded to his inhuman size. The ridges along his shaft dragged against your sensitive walls, each one sending a jolt of sharp, pleasurable friction. You paused, your body adjusting to the sheer girth and length of him, a gasp catching in your throat.
You could see it as you looked down at your hands against Satoru’s pearlescent scales. Inside of your body, amidst the softer skin of your abdomen there was an obvious bulging, a ridge that had formed on the surface of the skin where your insides strained to accommodate him.
He was also right, you could feel that strain continuing for a moment, your eyes rolling back and a shaking breath leaving your lips as that bulge stretched a bit more as he seemed to grow at least another inch.
“Haaaah….oh fuck yes,” Satoru groaned, a low and gutteral sound before faint laugh left him, the merman bringing a gentle stroke of his thumb to trace the new groove along your stomach, “You’re so tight, feels so good.” Another laugh wound with pure adoration and lust left him, a few pointed teeth biting his lip as he continued to gently stroke your sides as if to soothe you, “That’s it, my star. My beautiful star.
You stayed still for a few moments longer, just feeling him throb deep inside you, the head of his cock pressing against a spot that made your vision blur. Then, you began to move.
You started with a slow, experimental roll of your hips, finding a rhythm that made the ridges catch in all the right places. The pleasure was overwhelming, a searing, liquid heat pooling in your belly. Lifting yourself up, almost to the point of him slipping out, before sinking back down, taking him hard and deep. Every downward stroke was a blissful ache, every upward drag a tease that left you wanting more. Loud pornographic moans freely escaping your lips, creating a harmonious symphony with his own groans.
You set a steady pace, your body moving on instinct, chasing the building pressure. Your breaths came in ragged pants, your muscles beginning to burn with the effort. The pleasure was mounting, a wave cresting higher and higher, but your strength was failing. Your movements growing sloppy, your thighs trembling violently with the strain of holding yourself up and riding him. The pleasure was racking you to your core, making a body already not adjusted to long tests of endurance waver after each moan from sliding up and down.
"Sahh…Satoru," you gasped, your voice weak and breathless. "I can't… it’s too much."
"Don't worry," he said, his voice a soft rumble against your chest, another tender kiss pressed against your temple. "I've got you."
His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your flesh. In one powerful motion, he took over, thrusting up into you, lifting you up with such incredible ease then back down, the power of his tail leading to incredible pushes up into you at the same time. The change was immediate and devastating. His strokes were long, hard, and impossibly deep, far more forceful than your own tired movements could have ever been.
He drove into you with a primal rhythm, his hips snapping up to meet yours, the ridges of his cock now hammering against that sensitive spot inside you without mercy. It took only seconds longer of the intense waves of sensation to cause another orgasm to rip through you, this one more intense than the first, making your body alight with sensation, nerves tingling from your spine to the tips of your fingers and toes, which curled with the intense forces coursing through your system.
He didn’t ease up though, nor stop. You didn’t ask for it, you just enjoyed how one orgasm simply made you more sensitive, your body becoming more of a system of intense pleasure, whimpers, and moans, a boneless mess as he drove into you again and again. You were only just able to get your body to move as you wanted, gripping his shoulders, nails digging into the softer scales to keep yourself somewhat stable.
It may have been more accurate that he wasn’t fucking you, but fucking himself with you at that point. Each powerful thrust was no longer a collaboration of you rocking your body up and down and him lifting you to make it easier, it was instead his rough chasing of sensation, of pleasure that he was clearly enveloping him too. His body was growing warmer, his eyes growing less focused on just admiring the place where his cock met your pussy or watching your reaction, and instead growing more glazed as he grew closer and closer, his breaths and moans growing more ragged and rough.
You weren’t sure how many orgasms you had reached when he was finally closing in. It felt impossible to track it as your mind numbed to a sex-addled state where nothing mattered besides that orgasm, the intense waves of one seeming to flow exactly into the next, every nerve of your body growing more and more addicted to the sensation. You knew he could feel it though, feel just how his hips seemed to shutter at the feeling of the muscles of your cunt clench around his length, see it in his face as it scrunched and his sounds of pleasure grew louder as he admired your tightness.
He continued to drive into you, his powerful thrusts relentless as he chased his climax. His rhythm grew erratic, his movements becoming sharper, more desperate. A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat, his fingers tightening on your hips almost to the point of pain. With one final, deep, grinding thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you.
You felt Satoru’s cock pulse inside of you and then the feeling of the hot flood of his release filling you, his entire body going rigid as a guttural cry escaped his lips. He held you there, pressed against him, as the last few pulses of his orgasm wracked his strong frame. Then, he collapsed back against the edge of the pool, his chest heaving, his grip on you loosening as you laid against his chest, your head tucked into the crook of his neck. You were glad for it, as your body barely responded to command at first, still processing the absolute pleasure you’d been enveloped by, a sense which was replaced from the joy of the blissful heat of his cum inside of you.
For a while after, you two laid together, listening to the sound of the waves and the steady slowing of your heartbeats, his hand lazily rubbing your back and his lips pressing gentle kisses against the crown of your head.
“Little star,” Satoru’s voice broke the peace eventually, his usual smug and teasing tone returning as he pulled back, his lips meeting yours. This kiss was different from the ones before. It wasn't hungry or demanding. It was slow, tender, and impossibly gentle. His lips were soft, his tongue tracing the seam of your mouth with a reverence that made your heart ache. “I brought a gift for you, I was going to give it to you earlier but I got a bit distracted.”
You laughed then, shaking your head. “Just a bit distracted hmm?” you tease back, lightly poking his cheek. “This is a bit more than a distraction isn't it?”
He rolled his eyes at you and reached to the side, where his small woven bag was, he rummaged through it for a moment, until he pulled out his hand, a necklace resting in his palm.
The cord was simple but sturdy, braided tightly from fine strands of dried seaweed. At its center hung one of his scales, larger than the others, a depth that caught the light perfectly, shimmering faintly even out of the water. Framing it on either side were two pearls, the colour of the moon.
Your breath caught in your chest, your cheeks flushing as if he was not still buried inside of you.
“This is yours,” he said, and there was no arrogance in his tone now, only a gentle softness. “I want you to have it.”
Your fingers hovered over it before you finally touched it. It was smooth, cool at first contact, then warming quickly against your skin.
“You made this… for me?”
He nodded once. “The pearls too. They’re from deeper water. I thought they looked like stars in the night sky.” A small smirk tugged at his mouth then. “Bright and shiny, hard to ignore.”
You laughed softly, shaking your head at his surprising sweetness.
“In my pod,” Satoru continued more seriously, “we don’t give our scales away lightly. It means protection. It means you are mine to guard and care for, and the pearls…” His thumb brushed over one gently. “They mean promise.”
He moved closer, carefully lifting your hair away from your neck. His fingers were careful as he tied the cord in place, the scale settling against the center of your chest.
“There,” he murmured, his lips brushing lightly against your shoulder. “Now everyone who sees you will know.”
“Know what?” You responded, pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth.
“That you are mine.”
AN: i seriously missed writing monster fucking smut, i'm hoping this swings me back into writing it since i do truly adore writing it!
