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hotaru987-the-2nd · 2 years ago

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I don’t even play genshin impact BUT Pantalone is one of my top favs on visuals alone. This right here is a fuckin masterpiece.

IT’S A RICH MAN’S WORLD ♰ PANTALONE.

The wealthiest man in Snezhnaya wants you. Is it a blessing or tragedy just waiting to unfold?

☆★ ! 3k. f!reader. yandere!pantalone. dubious consent. coercion. blackmail. power play. unprotected. pee & uh cum. fingering. finger sucking. reader is smaller than pantalone. he’s a very nasty man and downright crazy.

The air is sharp with perfume, rivaled by the redolence of wine placed in the hands of nobles completing the hierarchy in Snezhnaya. Bejeweled to the teeth and garbed with the finest silk, they filled the main hall of Zapolyarny Palace like scattered gemstones against the crystal blue shades of pillars and gothic windows. Buzzing noises of business talks, gossip of who wed who, which lord cheated on his wife, and the anticipation of whatever such lavish revelry might offer has taken over the place.

“We’re up in a few minutes,” a girl whispered before muttering the same to the other person standing beside you.

A feast is dedicated to the Harbingers’ return to Snezhnaya after months of diplomatic work. All over the country, everyone who possesses an invitation bolted to their favorite seamstresses and lapidaries. Even markets, shops, and stalls have all been occupied by the preparation. While you, on the other hand, have spent most of your days in the theatre to perfect the dance for the festivities.

You palm your stomach, blowing out the anxiety poking your belly with a few deep breaths. It’s not always that chances to wander around the Palace’s halls are bestowed upon someone like you. Hailing from one of the poorest villages in Snezhnaya, the elders would consider it the highest of honors to walk on the very halls as the Tsaritsa. However, your mirth has been lost to the acid in your throat, ignited by your need to flee.

If this night hasn’t been a turning point in your rather mundane life, you would’ve done just that. But the stakes are high and you couldn’t risk a misstep.

Even with knowledge of what is to come, you start as the drums begin to roll. Heads turn expectantly towards the huge frescoed doors. All face luminous except yours, as one by one, the Harbingers march into the hall clad in their regalia.

The throng immediately parts to make way for the Harbingers and Her Majesty, the Tsaritsa. They say she is as cold as the snowflakes blanketing Snezhnayan soil and just as pretty. Seeing her in all her glory, the songs and poems proved to be true: she is the most beautiful woman you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

Forgetting for a moment the current plight you are situated in, your lips part in awe as your eyes trail her walking towards the crystallized throne. Heartbeat wild and frenzied, you’ve made a mental reminder to savor each moment. But your thoughts have been snuffed out like embers embraced by snow when your eyes moved a little further to her right.

In blatant recognition, Pantalone tilts his head at you. There he is, eyeing you like a predator. He walks into the place knowing exactly where you are. Watching and looming over like a storm gathering in the middle of the sea. Afraid of its familiar intensity, you are, but a small part of you seeks refuge in sniffing out its whereabouts to better equip yourself on how to escape its havoc. An endeavor you were yet to accomplish. Despite your swift effort to sever the connection, his eyes have lingered. They always do.

“It’s time,” the same girl says, bobbing her head before proceeding towards the made-up stage in the corner of the hall.

At the first beat, you attempt to steer your mind away from thoughts of Pantalone. He makes you unsteady. His very presence is hard to bear most especially when he looks at you like he owns you. Which, in more ways than one, is true.

You twirl and sway to the music, plastering a toothed smile whenever you spin to the center. If all goes well tonight, the theatre could attain favors from the Harbingers and the Tsaritsa. You could be a performer in Zapolyarny Palace and your future, as well as your family’s, will be secured. Perhaps, then, you won’t need to lean in on anyone for help. Such small hope but hope nonetheless.

Years of performing and blending your very soul with the stage have not prepared you for the attention that followed after the dance. For some reasons unknown, men and women alike flocked in your direction, congratulating a job well done. Alien you might be to the nobles’ way of conversation, you have treated the courtesy as your liberty from Pantalone’s presence.

If you can entertain these nobles long enough, perhaps you wouldn’t need to cross paths with the Harbinger tonight.

That has been the bane of your existence, has it not? Thinking that you can undermine, even for a little while, Pantalone’s eyes.

Your heart sinks as a hand slips around your waist, pulling your body close to a solid chest.

“I see that you have been enjoying the night without me, darling,” he whispers, shooing away the men attempting to approach with stares alone.

“Your Grace,” you breathe, hand tightening around your glass. Stomach coiling at the endearment, you shake out of his grip but he proves yet again how it’s futile to do so. He’s bigger than you. Stronger.

“It seems to be a challenge getting a hold of you tonight. What with all the men circling you around like vultures.” He looks down at you with a glint of mischief. His hand makes fast around your waist. “Worry not. They will not bother you any longer.”

You nervously sip from your glass, wondering when will you ever have the tongue to tell him that you’d rather conjure up fake smiles with the nobles than be in his company.

“I’m quite alright, Your Grace,” is all that you’ve managed to say. “And… and I wouldn’t want to deter your reunion with your fellow Harbingers,” you follow, hoping that he’d remember the comrades he has abandoned.

“Nonsense,” Pantalone scoffs. “In truth, I’m growing tedious of conversing about work and I’d assume you are, too. We shall retire to a quiet room.”

He leads you through the body of the crowd, as though parading the both of you together. Noticing the curious eyes thrown upon you by guests, your confidence evaporated. With his hand on your waist, claiming more than protecting, you know exactly the source of the next gossip in town.

Such a straightforward display of affection by a Harbinger, no less, is not to be taken lightly. You grow uneasy ruminating about what might be the impression of people around you by now.

The discomfort settles deep in your bones when Pantalone opens a door to a secluded room. Far from the crowd, no doubt, the distance muffles the music from the hall. Standing on the threshold, you hesitate for a moment, debating whether to run and make for the exit.

“Come on in,” he encourages, tone honey-laced. If he sensed your hesitation, he’s hidden it quite well with oblivion. But only when you’ve stepped inside the chamber does he finally look away.

Pantalone shuffles out of his fur coat, revealing his turtleneck sleeveless shirt embedded with jewels near the collar. “You may leave us now,” he commands the servant poking the hearth with a metal rod, whom you failed to acknowledge because of your nerves.

He politely bows to you both before departing the room.

“Come sit near the fire,” he says with a mirthful twitch of his brow on your unmoving frame. “One might think you’re afraid to come close. Come here.”

Mustering up all courage, you ask, “Why did you bring me here, Your Grace?”

There is nothing but the sound of wood crackling and liquor pouring down into two glasses after your question. Warmth might have enveloped the space, but you remain cold against his penetrative stare.

“Why, you ask? I know you’re not one for social gatherings. Therefore, I took it upon myself to save you from such dull conversations. Political matters aren’t your thing, I surmised. And they ken nothing else but politics,” he explains before walking towards you, offering the other glass with a smile.

Stop the charade. You know nothing about me.

“It matters not,” you insist, voice feeble as you reach for the glass. Frustrated are you by his theatrics, you have not forgotten that he is a Harbinger. Through and through, he gives away no sliver of doubt about his capabilities regardless of his laidback demeanor. “I have to be there with the others. This night is important to the theatre. We have to be there for when the Tsaritsa—”

“When the Tsaritsa, what?” He caresses your cheek, invading your personal space once again. “When Her Majesty bestows the theatre a favor of being permanent performers in the Palace?” he narrates as if he’s reading your mind.

“Is it a far-fetched dream, Your Grace?” You blankly stare at him, heart thudding.

“Oh, no. Not at all,” he says before turning away, taking your hand to sit you down on the sofa before the fireplace. “The dance was impeccable. But it failed in comparison to you.”

To that, you refuse to say anything.

Pantalone leans over your shoulder, tracing the side of your neck with his finger. “Although I have to remind you that for it to happen, the Harbingers need to be unanimous.”

Your breath hitches at the skinship. Reminding yourself that you need only get through the night, you close your eyes. “Are they, Your Grace? Unanimous?”

“Nothing has been decided yet,” he whispers against your skin. “But they’ve been quite enthralled by the performance— and by you, no doubt. I’ve seen it in every man’s eyes tonight.”

“Surely, you’re mistaken, Your Grace,” you reply nervously, sensitive to the direction of the conversation.

“They want you,” he insists. “And I’m not one to share.”

There it is— the words. His adamant claim to mark you. To claim you. To make you his territory.

“I’m not certain I understand, Your Grace.” Your throat bobs deeply, eyes fixated on the dancing flames as you await his response.

Pantalone sighs and takes a step back before circling around to crouch in front of you, blocking the flames from your sight. It has taken everything in you not to flinch when he took your cold hands in his warm ones.

“The Harbingers need to be unanimous,” he repeats while brushing your knuckles with his thumbs, as if consoling. And yet there is nothing in those eyes but unadulterated determination and yearning. So flagrant that his pupils dilate because of it.

“And you…” You release a shaky breath, realizing what he truly means by being unanimous. “You do not plan to agree, do you?”

He sighs in relief, as if grateful that you’ve finally understood his dilemma. “It is far beyond my patience to watch these men ogle at you—”

“Why are you doing this?” you croak suddenly, throat burning with anger and the need to lash out. “Why are you doing this to me?!”

It’s not only your life that’d crumble. The others… the whole theatre… and he cares not even the slightest bit.

Pantalone squints a little, confused at your unforeseen rage. He stands up, towering over your frame. “You look at me as if I’m wicked.”

Your nails dig into the soft flesh of your palms, restraining the rancid words you wish to throw at him behind clenched teeth. How powerless you are under his mercy. It’s pathetic. It eats at your bones from within, leaving only a rotten mess behind.

Receiving silence, Pantalone tilts your chin up with a mere lift of his finger. “Am I truly that terrible?”

“It is… it is a terrible thing to be desired by you.”

At the look he’s given you, cowardice snakes into your ire and poisons what little bravery it has offered.

“Why? Because I want all of you and I have not a mind to share with anyone?” An odd sense of curiosity tints his voice. It sounds as though your disapproval over the matter downright confuses him.

“Pardon me, Your Grace. I am in dire need of fresh air.” You stand up but he catches your wrist swiftly, crashing your body onto his forcefully enough to have elicited a wince from you.

“Look me in the eyes. Say that you’re willing to face the consequences of leaving this room and I’ll let you go.” The threat echoes as a whisper. Sharp and baleful.

“Consequences?” Seized by terror, your lips went ajar and pallid. You face him completely, wrist hot under his fingertips.

He brushes the skin below your eye, as if plucking an invisible thread. “This is hardly the time to bring out the list, is it?”

The list. The list of everything your parents owe him: loans, mortgages, and debts. Who in Snezhnaya doesn’t owe him something? He’s the bloodline in which mora flows freely. A man of great wealth and influence, no one would dare displease him on purpose.

“One day, I swear, I’ll pay everything we owe you. To the last penny. After that, you won’t hear from me ever again,” you hiss, clueless as to where you’ve gained the courage. Perhaps it’s rooted in your hopelessness and exhaustion towards having to bend on his will.

“And I’ll do everything in my power to prevent such a horrible day,” he says, unaffected by your attitude. If anything, the determined set of your brows only deepened the flush on his cheeks. “Now, be a good girl and I might just change my mind…” he extends the last word, taking off his glasses before closing his mouth on yours.

Everything, up to this moment, is weighing on a scale. Perhaps ever since your family has been indebted to him. The other side of the scale fattens and grows heavier with each mora beside your parents’ name.

One day, Pantalone’s list will become as blank as your mind tonight.

One day.

Despite the frantic need that is evident in his eyes, Pantalone’s kisses are patient. He’s like an ocean on nights like this: dark, blood-curdling, and yet tempting. You couldn’t deny, no matter how you fight the admittance burning on your tongue, that he knows exactly where to touch and kiss you. How to coax lecherous sound after lecherous sound from your lips whenever his fingers would reach inside your cunt, curling and pumping until your stomach tightens.

“Don’t be shy,” he sighs a breadth away from your lips, breathing in your heavy pleas. “Let me hear you.”

You want to refuse him the pleasure of watching you melt under his playful ministrations. Want to extinguish the carnal lust painted in his eyes as he sucks and bites on your tit. Silence would wound his pride and crush his ego underfoot. And yet silence is the weapon missing from your arsenal.

“I do appreciate your efforts in trying to keep your moans.” The corner of his lips tips up. “But your cunt is so wet. Nobody will believe your displeasure.”

Panting, your mouth opens for a rebuttal but he quickly shoves his fingers on your tongue. Overwhelmed with a whiff of something vinegary, you gag.

“Taste yourself,” he commands. “Suck.”

At the first swirl of your tongue, Pantalone grabs your throat with his free hand to steady your head. He hisses on your cheek, “I’ll fuck you so hard tonight you won’t think of anything else.”

And he did fuck you. Hard. In many positions that have kept you exposed and embarrassed. He moves with his back flexing as he pounds your cunt.

Your eyes blurred with tears when he flipped you on your stomach, ramming his length completely inside from the back. You have been stretched open, reduced to a whining mess. And he, grunting and groaning, drives himself in and out while securing your waist with big hands.

Pantalone feels his cock growing harder, balls plumped and full of unreleased cum. His stomach clenches down to his cocktip. But before his release, he pops his cock out of your wet cunt. It bobs eagerly under its weight, shaft glossed with your arousal and ringed with white around the base.

The interruption has given you but a few seconds to breathe before he pulls your leg and guides himself completely inside once again. You both gasped at the continued connection. You shriek when he hooks your other leg over his shoulder and starts to fuck you sideways.

It’s embarrassing. The position is far too crude yet feels so good. It lasted for a minute before Pantalone shifted to face you. Both of your bodies are bouncing to his movements.

“I’m close,” he declares in the crook of your neck followed by a gutted moan.

Along with your head being fuzzy, the need to pee arises. “W… wait—” you rasp, palming his chest away. “I need to pee. Stop— stop!”

He stiffens and slows down, rising above you just enough to press a hand on your lower abdomen, before picking up his pace again.

The knot in your chest slides to your abdomen, to where his hand is pressed down your flesh. You look up at him, a harsh cry escaping your lips. Utterly devastated with pleasure, you haven’t the strength to stop yourself from gushing around his girth. The warm liquid secretion from your cunt squirts everywhere— on the sheets, your thighs, and his thighs.

“Archons,” you hear him sigh before an interval of unrestrained moans and grunts leave him. He gathers you in his arms, cock throbbing sporadically inside your walls.

You know, by then, that he had come hot and needy straight to your womb. The last you’ve seen are his eyes, stricken with nothing but satisfaction and desire before sleep tugged you in its embrace.

It’s the slip of the sun’s rays through the curtains that woke you up the next day. Sitting up on the bed, you’ve found yourself alone in the spacious room. No signs of Pantalone, and yet you still feel him in every corner of your body as if he’s stuck himself in your skin. Shivers thunder down your spine at the remnants of last night. The flashes of memory you’d rather forget have rendered you hankering for a good, long bath. And yet you have been faced with a dilemma right after stepping out of bed: your clothes are gone.

Panic rising, you clasp the sheets around your body before checking under the bed. The floor is spotless.

How are you supposed to leave now? You might’ve already sold your soul to the devil named Pantalone, but you hold a sliver of self-respect to even consider marching naked out of Zapolyarny Palace.

“You’re awake.”

You jolt at the sound of his voice.

He might’ve noticed your alarm, for he chuckles and raises his hands in defense.

“Where are my clothes?” you rasp, putting as much distance between you as physically possible.

“Oh, that?” He pumps his shoulders up in realization before snapping his fingers, then a servant carrying a huge box enters while looking at the floor. “I could not let you in those rags so I had someone burn them while you sleep.”

Stupefied beyond recognition, words have unfortunately failed you when you needed them most. You feel faint just sorting through his revelation. Rags? And burned them without your permission?

He motions to the servant, who placed the box on the bed beside you. “Go ahead and try the dress, my love. I’m certain the color will suit you.”

There is no doubt about it. The dress has been bought from the most expensive shop in the city. You know this because of the name written on the box. Once, you’ve dreamt of possessing a dress made in that shop. Yet now, all you can feel is dread.

“I can’t,” you counter, “I can’t take this. I have not the mora to pay for this.”

“Leave us,” he commands and the servant ran off without a backward glance.

Pantalone closes the distance between you, breaching your personal space and claiming it as his own. He takes your chin and says, “It’s a gift. And it’d please me so if I see you wearing it.”

“I do not want to please you.” You wag your head to take his hands off you. “I’d rather dress in rags or go home naked than… than wear that.”

From your peripheral, you’ve witnessed him wipe the sides of his mouth. He’s turning impatient, that you are certain. However, he reaches for your hand and holds it tightly despite your struggle.

“Although the latter entices my imagination, do you want me plucking out the eyes of each person that’d look your way? I suppose not.” He grips your chin and made you look at him this time. An eerie smile, one that would’ve appeared lovely to a stranger’s eyes, shapes his lips. “However, you do have a choice, my love. You always have.” Then he kisses your forehead and leaves the room.

Choice. You want to spit at the word. Trample on it until it’s reduced to pieces. He talks of choices but in truth, you have been left with none.

It’s either you wear the stupid dress or remain in this stupid chamber with your stupid pride. Nothing matters. Whatever it is you decide to do, it will end up pleasing no one but Pantalone.

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hotaru987-the-2nd · 2 years ago

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This is a really good story!! I can’t wait to read more!

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PARTS ❧ Mortals ❧ Death ❧ Sing ❧ Hunt ❧ Loss

warnings: none.

The old folklore of the east whispers of a terrible power. Wielded by a lone demigod, fated to walk through the eras the dark fires of hell dancing on her fingers. With no regard for human life, she was fated to be feared and worshipped. But fate is a bitch. Now cursed to be stripped of her powers and doomed to mortality she finds herself in the care of a sworn rival. The great Daiyoki of the west.

❧L̵̛͍̰̹̱̳͊̾̽̈́͝͝͝o̸̢͙̼̙͇̣̥̥͇̾̽̀̀̕s̴̼͉̕s̷̯̲̗̱͍̀ͅͅ❧

The next few days were awkward to say the least. Every time I saw him, my cheeks would heat up, my mind sending me back to the incident after the hunt.

One time, looking at my flushed face, Rin even asked me if I had a fever. It was all so pathetic. I was a Ayakashi princess for hells sake, for me to salivate over a mutt like him was just disgraceful.

I couldn't help but look at him now, resting against the bark of a tree. long limbs sprawled out leisurely. Although his amber eyes were lidded close, I wondered if he really ever slept. My eyes lingered on his arms, the sleeve of his kimono was pulled up, showing the magenta stripes adorning his fore arms. They look comfy, my brain thought at once.

I could have screamed. Pull- yourself- together-woman- I hissed at myself as I crammed the berries in the hand-woven basket angrily.

'You're squashing them.' Rin pointed out.

Just the thought of his aura sent goosebumps flooding my body. I didn't know if I wanted to force such a Daiyokai into submission, fuck him or both.

Seven hells. The late noon had started to bleed the sky a deep auburn. The humidity layering the inner lining of my kimono with perspiration. I was too hot and a little too close to him.

I needed a distraction; I threw the berry basket down.

“I’m going to the pond.’ I announced, to no one in particular. A cold bath might actually help cool down my nerves. And get my mind off him.

I tossed my braid over my shoulder, stomping down the camp site.

“Wait for me!” Rin cried out, putting her own basket down. She neatly wiped her berry strained hands on a rag-cloth and ran down towards me at full speed.

“Bye Lord Sesshomaru, Bye Master Jaken! We’ll be back soon~” the child cried out to them

“Do be careful” Jaken called back. “It would be horrible if you drowned.” He added sarcastically.

I knew he meant that last bit for me. I drew a breath, “At this point I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

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I peeled the kimono off my body, throwing it over a dry rock beside Rin’s neatly folded one.

A balmy steam seemed to have settled over the water. The evening cold, had made the water perfect. Among all the things going horribly wrong in my life, these sunset baths were my one salvation. Rin kicked around the pond, collecting lotus stems. She loved these baths; she would squeal on about how beautiful the night was and how nice the weather was.

The wounds on my back stung as the water lapped on them gently. Every time I stepped inside the water, I was reminded of how frail my body was. The blisters on my feet, the ache of my muscles, just the exhaustion of being human. I sighed into the water, eyelids growing heavy. Before I could stop myself, my mind pulled me into yet another cruel memory.

Don't show me that one, I pleaded with my mind.

Anything but that. I thought as i was pulled deeper into sleep.

I leaned against the mahogany door frame of the shrine. The smell of medicine was faint, swirling through the harrowing smell of blood and demon miasma. My eyes begrudgingly watched the local priest work over her body. She had gotten thinner, paler.

Wei’s face was etched in pain. Her cheeks sunken in, the rosy flush of life entirely gone. The priestess kept her eyes shut as the medic inspected what was left of her body.

One of her arms ended at the elbow, the stump bandaged in greying cloth straps. The state of her legs wasn’t much better either.

The sacred fire glowed amber from inside the percolated chamber. The pattern of stars fell across Wei’s figure in light and shadow. I watched quietly as the medic changed the water beside her mattress verily. He gave me a low bow, before scurrying away so fast he slipped on the hem of his longcloth.

“You are scaring people Y/n” Wei said as he exited. Her voice still soft and playful, she pulled one eye open looking at me chidingly, “Don’t stand there like that, you look constipated.”

I walked in rolling my eyes, with monsoon, the shrine felt damp and humid. Moss growing on its black-wood walls like the mountain was staring to swallow it back into herself.

Wei grinned watching me settle down beside her, almost unknowingly she reached for the water on her side, with an arm that no longer existed. Sudden pain flashed on her face and my heart almost leaped out. I shifted at once, picking it up for her. Blood oozed out dampening the grey straps, streams of tears raced down Wei’s face and my anger flared.

“What’s the point of crying of regret now Wei?” I said, knuckles turning white on Mrutyunjai’s hilt.

Wei pulled her tear-soaked face into one of her beautiful smiles, “The pain is so bad, I can’t help but tear up.” She said looking up to the celling. I felt as if someone was ripping me up from the inside.

“The yokai that did this is gone.” I found myself saying, “and all of its kind. I made sure none of them survived.”

“Is that why you are here Y/n? to tell me that?”

My eyes narrowed, “What do you mean? I wiped them out of existence Wei, everyone of them paid for what happened to you.”

Wei’s eyes looked more heartbroken than ever when she looked into mine.

“Do you want me to congratulate you, Y/n? Do you want me to fall at your feet and thank you for avenging me?” Wei said, there wasn’t a spark of anger in her, not one. Just exhaustion.

“Killing the yokai isn’t going to keep me from dying Y/n, killing it or hundreds of its kind isn’t going to relieve you of my death. All I wanted was you to stay here with me, to be by my side for whatever time I had left, but your anger drove you out. You had to hunt every one of them down, and tell me Y/N does that give you peace?”

I stood up angrily, “Then what the fuck am I supposed to do Wei?” the fire flared higher, “Do you just want me to sit around and watch you die? All of this, the stench of blood, the human child in the village, that fucking yokai it makes me feel-‘ just so fucking helpless.

A broken sob tore out of my throat, “Why did you do it Wei?” I asked her, “Why did you run out there?”

She had been foolish when it mattered the most. Jumping in to save some human child she didn’t even know, from an estranged yokai that had wandered into the village. By the time the hunters arrived, she had lost 3 limbs, the miasma poisoning her body beyond repair.

My fingers dug into my palms drawing blood. “When you knew how defenceless you would be.”

Wei’s gaze turned distant, as if she was considering things even, she couldn’t fathom.

“I don’t know.” She replied, rain thundered down outside. “In that moment… when I realised what would happen to the child, its like my body reacted on its own.”

The silence between her words seem to cut into my skin.

“I have no regrets,” she completed, the priestess turned her face to look at me again. Her forest- dark eyes held strange emotion. Her lips eased into one of her smiles again, “I’d do the same a hundred times over.”

The words hung in the air and the sacred fire crackled, the walls of the shrine and the wooden floor trembled slightly. The world around me hummed with the power of her words and everything they held, until it fell silent entirely.

“Wei!”

My eyes flew open. I had actually fallen asleep in the bath, the water now biting cold. It had bee many years since I had met Wei first. And it had been many more since she had succumbed to her injuries and died. Being immortal, memories had always been strange to me. They faded over the years, faces disappearing and bleeding into one another. But somehow, I still remembered the priestess at the mahogany shrine. Her face branded into my mind. The smile in her voice haunting even now.

“You fell asleep” Rin giggled, her laugh echoing around the grove. “You’ll get cold~.”

My shoulders felt heavy as I pulled myself out, arms trembling. I knew the chill wasn’t exactly from the water.

❧ ❧ ❧ ❧

Rin hopped over a shrub, swinging a random stick she had picked up from God knows where like a wand.

It had already gotten dark and the forest somehow seemed to close in on us. My chest tightened with anxiety, even under the open sky I felt my throat closing up.

“Let’s pick up the pace.” I told Rin.

Although both Jaken and Sesshomaru just let us wander off anywhere after my little… outburst. There was just something about this stupid night that was sending harrowing chills down my spine.

I saw the small clearing between the trees, a few more minutes and we would reach close to the camp, just a little more. The air grew dense. My breath shallowed, there was something wrong. My fingers dug into Rin’s arm, stopping her.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking up at me. It was like static had made all my hair stand up. Why the fuck was the forest this quiet?

It was a silence I knew well, the silence of the forest when a predator is on the prowl.

“I’m surprised you noticed.”

Rin jumped at the sudden voice. My grip on her arm tightened. You have got to be kidding me right now.

The woman was beautiful. Raven hair tied back, lips painted a red that rivalled fresh blood. Jade earrings hung from her ears, jingling softly in the breeze. She stood between the clearing smiling. But there was no warmth to her face, like she was carved from ice.

I frowned. There was something about this woman that was… off. Without my ayakashi instincts, I couldn’t tell much about her, but she was the one that the forest fell silent for, they should be running.

My eyes narrowed; the inner lining of my kimono soaked in cold sweat. “What do you want?” I snapped at her.

Her arrogant smile was quickly replaced with a scowl, “watch you tone human.” She snarled out. Beside me Rin flinched, her small hand grabbing the fabric of my kimono. the wind round us spiked, growing blisteringly cold.

Yeah. Something was definitely up. I pulled Rin back swiftly, feeling her small frame tremble as she hugged on to my waist.

"What are you here for?" I asked again, taking a step back. Of course I had left mrutyunjay back at camp. We were still far from the others, with this woman blocking our way back. Right now, other than the lotus stems Rin had collected, I didn't have anything. And I doubted throwing it at her would make her go away.

“We’ll just be on our way then.” I continued,

Her crimson eyes bore into mine, and in that second recognition flashed into them.

I felt my heart dropped. Fuck.

I knew she recognised me for what I was. Not the human, but the ayakashi. She knew what I was, what I truly was. She had come here with an intent.

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THANKYOU FOR READING~

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hotaru987-the-2nd · 2 years ago

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hello!! its been a long while but for those waiting on the Mine.His.Ours story I’ve finally gotten back to working on it! Probably right now I’m about 25% done.

Again I don't want to make any promises about when it’ll be out but just know I’m back lol.

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hotaru987-the-2nd · 3 years ago

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So I happened to come across a clip of pedomaru’s English Dub and um....who is that? The voice is so different. I don’t know shit about trashyhime so didn’t even know they had a different voice actor...

everything down to the voice feels like a ripoff.

I guess the VA has a nice voice but it doesn’t feel like a ‘Sesshomaru’ voice. But maybe that’s just me?

Also I went to check the og Sesshomaru’s voice just to make sure I’m not crazy and the comments are disgusting. Sessrinners in the comments seeing Sesshomaru and (even more of a)child Rin together and saying shit like

“oh look at Sess protecting/claiming his future wife” like bruh......

#notmysesshomaru #anti sessrin #yashahime isnt canon #not sessrin friendly over here will block you #sorry not sorry

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hotaru987-the-2nd · 3 years ago

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want his balls in my mutherfucking mouth right now!! just slurpslurp!! I’ll help him out when he’s tired after practice and just need some relief 🥺

Im not gonna be able to control myself once this is animated

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hotaru987-the-2nd · 3 years ago

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I’m so glad you enjoyed it!! Considering you’re such a good writer gotta admit I was a bit nervous lol. Though it’s relieving to know that the dirty talk had toes curling in a good way xDDD

Kazutora is a beautiful specimen of a man. That’s why in the top picture I had to use his picture when he has the pony tail. Cause HOLY FUCK does he look good with his hair up like that.

Anyway, it was fun writing this for you!

…16 left to go

Hanemiya Kazutora x reader

Warning: fingering, oral(M receiving), implied breading, consecutive cream pie, very slight mention of ‘daddy/mommy’ kink, desecration of a poor couch that didn’t deserve it, Kazutora thought of a creative way to give out birthday licks

Words: 4.8k

A/N: So this is a birthday story written for @8kh!! I know I’m like a month late but, happy fucking birthday! Sorry it took SOOO long to finish. I didn’t think it was going to take so long but I kept wanting to add different parts into the story lol. I don’t really think smut is my strong suit, especially the dirty talk. Somehow it always feels so cringe when I write it lol.

DNI if a minor please! You will be insta blocked if you don’t have ages in bio! Or some indication you aren’t a minor. Please read this. First and only warning.

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hotaru987-the-2nd · 3 years ago

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...16 left to go

Hanemiya Kazutora x reader

Words: 4.8k

DNI if a minor please! You will be insta blocked if you don’t have ages in bio! Or some indication you aren’t a minor. Please read this. First and only warning.

Sometimes you wonder how you ended up here. It’s not like you were complaining, but sometimes it felt like you were in the middle of a dream. A very nice dream. One you didn’t want to awake from, because if you did you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. Slowly your eyes turned up to stare at the profile of the man—your boyfriend-- who’s side you were contently snuggled into. His perfectly cut jawline being the first thing you saw, and next was the sexy way his throat bobbed lightly every so often. He was staring straight ahead, eyes drooped from boredom as one hand lay thrown around your shoulders to keep you pinned against him and the other lazily flipping through the TV channels. He paused every few channels, watching whatever was on until he lost interest and started the cycle anew. Not that you cared since you had been preoccupied with scrolling down facebook until you reached the point where you didn’t want to accidentally like something that was already months old.

Which is why your attention turned to your first and last love, Kazutora. You’ve known him since childhood and would hang out with each other every chance you got, much to your parents disgust. Luckily you two went to the same school so no matter how much they tried to keep you from him there was nothing they could do to stop you two there.

No, Kazutora did that on his own.

You knew all about how he always got into fights -sometimes because of you-, his other friends and how they were in some type of gang. And while you didn’t want him to get hurt, whenever he talked about them there was the light in his eyes that you rarely saw outside of when you two were together. He was more alive. Like he finally had some place to belong. Back then you didn’t realize just how much you loved him. Only that talking and being around him would make you feel like you were floating. You felt special knowing that outside of Mikey and the others you were the only person he really talked to. That he came to you when he couldn’t take the pressure from his father. You even remember skipping classes with him once so you can just bitch about each other’s parents.

Though you got an earful from your parents when you got home. Still it was the best time ever, and you never thought it would end…until it did. When you woke up one morning to your parents whispering about that ‘Kazutora kid’. Their words harsher than usual, noses turned up and lips pointed down in stomach retching revulsion. They were only too eager to tell you what happened, that he killed someone, and that they were right about him being a ‘waste of space’ and how you shouldn’t have ever been associated with him. You didn’t want to be true but it was, and more than anything it felt like your heart was being ripped out of your chest.

Because now all those days you were together and how you ignored those sighs of darkness and bits of…insanity you saw in his eyes came back to haunt you. Those days when you wondered if the person next to you was the same Kazutora you had always known. It always ate you up inside. Wondering if, had you said something, you could have been able to help him. Or maybe not.

Maybe you were giving yourself too much credit about how much you meant to him. That’s surely how you felt a few years later when you heard that he was released. The first thing you did was try to reach out to him, since your parents made sure that you didn’t have anything to do with him while he was in juvie. However, he didn’t even give you the time of day. It was like you both were strangers, and honestly the Kazutora that showed up after that incident was a stranger. This wasn’t the same boy you knew. Wasn’t the same boy who you had finally realized you were attracted to.

It wasn’t long after when he was gone from your life again, your heart breaking for the second time.

Despite the pain tearing at your heart, or the regrets following behind you, life cruelly marched on. So you gave up on your first love and tried entering the dating scene. Nothing ever stuck. At this rate you were sure you’d be single forever. Until you walked into a pet shop because you were seriously considering changing your relationship status to ‘cat lady’. But on that day instead of leaving with a ‘cat’ you instead got yourself a ‘tiger’. And as they say, the rest is history.

A strange sound between a shriek and a gasp shot from your mouth and your hands reached up to the thing that had suddenly touched your lips. You quickly realized the ‘thing’ was Kazutora’s face, currently being mushed by your hand. His curious and amused eye peeking out from between the gap of your fingers, his smirk tickling the inside of your hand.

You stared at him in confusion as you removed your hand feeling a bit apologetic that you slapped his face without thinking. “What were you doing?”

“That should be my question. You were looking at me so passionately I thought you wanted a kiss. Instead I nearly get my nose broken.” He pouted, eyes now dancing with an excitement that wasn’t there before now that he was looking at you. He leaned forward a bit showing you his nose, “I think you might’ve actually broken it. It hurts.”

You rolled your eyes, but played along and looked at his nose. “Stop being a baby, it’s fine. I didn’t even hit you ha—”

“Ow, come’on be gentle.” He flinched when you touched his nose, the gesture so obviously fake you couldn’t help but giggle. “It’ll probably heal if you kiss it better.”

“Seriously?”

“I might even have to go to the doctor.”

“Oh, fine come’er you big baby.”

He grinned like a kid in a candy store when you gently cupped his face and kissed the tip of his nose. You pulled back with a forced look of exasperation, one that almost devolved into a giggle as you felt him pawing at your thighs to get you onto his lap. But you held strong, smacking his hand away and gave him your best ‘I’m serious face’.

“There. Are you happy?”

“How can I be happy when you’re sitting next to me and not on my face?”

You gasped harshly, eyes going wide and shouting his name. You had half a mind to really break his nose, but you settled for slapping his chest. Which only made him throw his head back in laughter.

“Come on, babe. Don’t act all prim and proper now.” His arms tightened around your waist, as he crowded into your personal space. His eyes were all you could see, and their deep sensual pools of gold made you twitch in his hold. Heart thumping wildly, and you were sure he could feel it from how he had your breast squished against the sturdy plains of his chest. He chuckled deeply, tongue peaking out to wet his lips and you almost whined from how close he was to licking yours.

“Not when you were sliding that sweet cunt all over my mouth just a few hours ago. Crying about you wanted me to make you cum. Wanting me to suck harder. Fuck my tongue in you deeper.” His fingers dug into your waist pulling you in as close as he couldn’t without being in his lap. Lashes lowering, and eyes darkening when he spotted the way your eyes watered from his words. “It felt so good you even came without permission, didn’t you? But I forgave you, since it’s my pretty girl’s special day.”

He was talking about it being your birthday. A few weeks before you told him that this year you didn’t want to do anything fancy or whatever. You just wanted a lazy birthday, just staying home and staying in with Kazutora. An idea Kazutora was 100% behind, because that meant he could devote the entire day to what he consider (besides being with you) the best think about birthdays; birthday sex.

Starting from this morning, when you woke up to his fingers already knuckle deep in your gushing walls and pulling you up to ride his face. And even in the shower. shoving his fat cock inside of your gummy walls, fucking all 3 loads he stuffed you with in the bathroom alone until he had you screaming so loud you were almost sure you’d be given an eviction notice for noise complains that very day.

And seeing how that was only a few hours ago, the pleasure of having him stretch you out and bring you to mind numbing pleasure was still fresh in your mind. Your body quickly warmed as your face pinched together from the painful throbbing between your legs.

Kazutora hummed amused from the way you began to squirm in his hold. Grinning for how you shivered and softly whined his name.

“You should see your face right now. Like a cock drunk slut. S’that what you want, hm? What me to stuff that tight little cunt? Or maybe you want me to give this pretty mouth something to suck on.”

His thumb pulled at your bottom lip, and like second nature you sucked it into your mouth. Sucking and slobbering all over his thumb with obscene moans and pants falling from your drooling lips. The expert way you worked your tongue around his finger went straight to his dick, and he groaned. Eyes fluttering shut just from the image alone.

You watched the way his pretty eyes rolled to the back of his head. On hand reaching for his wrist and the other shamelessly palming the rock hard bulge in his pants. Squeezing every time you sucked, trying to pull his thumb in as far as it could go. “Fuck, babe.” He groaned deeply. Coming back to stare into your amorous eyes. “Who taught you how to use your tongue like that?”

His fingers curled under your chin, and he forced your mouth open. While his free hand gripped your hair, and tugged gently to get you to tile your head back. So now he was hovering over your face, a cocky grin on his face. “Oh right, that was me. You were such a fast learner too. Though you still haven’t learned how to take my cock without choking. But that’s fine, I like watching you struggle. See you crying and gagging around my dick every time is the best fucking thing.”

“...mm..Kazu…W-want it.” You wiggled your hips, squeezing your thighs together to try and relieve the pressure that had been building in your gut and pulled as his waistband. Intentionally running your nails down his abs, and licking your lips when you felt him flex beneath your fingers. “Please, wanna feel you inside of me.”

“Yeah? You want it that bad, baby?”

You thought you were going to go crazy if you didn’t have is cock buried deep inside of you this very minute. Your desperation coming through from how your tugging at his clothes intensified and your whining increased. Small meals of his name to hurry up. And why was he being so mean when it was your birthday.

“I know, I know. Don’t worry, babe. I’m gonna fill up that pretty pussy real good. But first gotta make sure the birthday girl is ready.” He removed his hand from your chin, but before you could close your mouth he shoved in two fingers. Using your spit to lube his fingers. With a soft kiss of praise on your forehead he wiggled his wet fingers into your loose shorts, snickering at what he found.

“You’re already so wet down here. You were playing good girl earlier, but you really wanted this all along didn’t you?”

You gasped in pleasure when you felt the two fingers you were just sucking on being just as easily swallowed by your cunt. Your body instantly clenching tightly around him. Fluttering and twitching with every inch until he reached as far as he could go.

He giggled, “You’re fuckin drenched down here, babe. Sucked me right in. Is this all from just now? Or maybe it’s been like this ever since this morning, hm? Which is it—ah,ah, eyes open. You know I like seeing that depraved look in your eyes.” He dropped his forehead right on yours so there was no getting away from him. “Like seeing how good I make you feel.”

For you it was all too much. His words. The way he loomed over you and overstimulated all of your senses with just him. Him. Him. How your chests heaved with every breath, stimulating your nipples into tight peaks. How his voice lowered to a mumble against your lips. Every slight movement had you feeling the most gentle brush of his lips against yours, and his warm breath tumbling into your panting mouth. Which you exchanged with whimpering moans after every delicious curl of his fingers.

Your head felt heavy in his hand, as his fingers lazily massaged your scalp. He wasn’t forceful, but simply an ever present reminder that he was in control. Not that you needed that reminder when he was staring so deeply into your eyes it was like he was seeing right through you. To the very depths of your soul and most devious desires. And the one desire he saw swimming in the tears collecting heavy on your lashes brought a mocking pout to his lips.

“Aww, does my pretty baby want to cum?”

Your hips bucked when he pulled out and roughly shoved his fingers as deep as they could in one quick motion. And he continued to piston his fingers, rubbing perfectly against your spongy walls. Pulling fat tears from your eyes and choking moans from your lips. The pleasure only magnified by the way he practically forced you into staring into his eyes. Forehead still glued to yours, and his burning gaze almost daring you to try and close your eyes.

“There ya go, pretty girl. Just like that. Let me see ya make a mess all over my fingers.” Even as you found yourself lost in the way his mere presence seemed to send you to nirvana, your heart fluttered from how adoringly he watched you come apart beneath him. It didn’t take much longer before you were spasming in his hold. A cry of his name swallowed by his lips and tongue in a sloppy kiss.

He lost himself in the feel of your soft lips for a while before pulling his fingers from your pussy to lick them clean. The way he moaned at your taste so completely pornographic you couldn’t help but lean in, shuddering when he shoved his fingers and your remaining juices into your mouth.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

You blushed at the praise, “You always say that.”

“Cause it’s true. And I want the whole world to know I got the most gorgeous fucking person as my girlfriend.”

He looked at you like he would lay the stars at your feet if only you’d ask. A love as deep as the ocean, and one that stirred your heart more violently than any hurricane. You didn’t know that your little childhood crush would grow into this burning, insatiable desire to be loved by him and to give him the love you know he deserved. Your sudden rush of love for him made you lean in for another kiss. This one sweet, gentle.

“I love you, Hanemiya.”

“Not to mention the cutest.” He smiled. “Love ya too, Y/N.”

“……Now then, lets do something about those clothes, yeah?”

You slid out of your shorts with trembling hands, while Kazutora kicked off his jeans in record time. Before you could remove your panties he pulled on onto his lap and grinded you on the thick bulge in his boxers, sighing in pleasure when you took over. Perching your hands on his shoulders for leverage to roll your hips, staining his boxers with your cum. “Oh, baby, fuck yeah. Can you feel it? Feel how hard you made me? Such a naughty girl.”

“Mmm….s’good Kazu. Can feel you against my pussy–ng–s’big.” Everything felt like it was on fire. And even though you just came, you could feel another wave wanting to steal away your consciousness with every bump and grind against your swollen clit. Kazutora’s large hands settled on your waist helping you along. His eyes glue to how clearly he could see the fat lips of your pussy splitting open to his bulge. The image only making him imaging your tight hole doing the same every time he forced his girthy tip inside. He cursed, stopping your movements as he fumbled to pull down his shorts. And you moaned from seeing his hard dick smack wetly against his abs with pearls of pre smeared across the top.

He was panting harshly, eyes almost wild with desperation. With one hand gripping the base of his cock to try and hold back the sudden overwhelming urge to come, and the other tugging at your panties. “Babe-fuck, put it in. M’not gonna last. Gonna shoot my load into your pretty cunt.”

You nearly fell from how quick you discarded your underwear, and the second it was off your eyes popped and your breath stalled. Because he slammed you down all the way to the hilt, thick ropes of sticky white cum pooling heavy in your womb. Kazutora was average in length, but made up for that with just how fucking thick he was. And where he was thickest was right at the bottom, which even after being prepared was always a struggle to fit inside.

“Ahh–Kazu I c-ca…mm s’too much!” You collapsed onto his check, entire body trembling from how good it felt to be stretched open and filled with his cum. “So much…It’s gonna leak…”

“That’s ok, baby. I’ll just fuck another on into you.” He chuckled breathlessly into your ear, sucking around the rim as he calmed down, softening inside you.

You made a hum of content, just happy to sit in his lap with his cock plugging your greedy cunt so you wouldn’t waste it. But it wasn’t enough. You wanted more, and with how you were starting to wiggle in his lap Kazutora quickly figured it out. Hands moving around to your ass, fondling and smacking the fat. Watching how it rippled from over your shoulder with an almost dazed look, before snapping back to your face when you pulled him in for a kiss.

You both moaned into the kiss. While yours got lost in his hair, he continued landing heavy smacks against your ass. Each one harder than the last and Kazutora swallowed every cry, and whimpered you offered up for him. You actually appreciated whenever he focused so much on your ass, since honestly you didn’t have much of one. But the way he grabbed at what was there made you feel like you were Beyonce or some shit.

But right now that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him to fuck you. “Kazu…Hurry up…wanna you to fill me up again.”

“Mmm, want me to fill you up until you pop?” He squeezed his hand between your bodies and against your stomach. “You wanna feel it sloshing around in here? If I do it that much, you might get pregnant. Oh, but maybe my pretty baby wants a baby of her own. That what you want? Want me to make you a mommy?”

“Y-yeah, make me a mommy.” You rocked against him, softly moaning. Begging him with tears in your eyes. Mind so far gone, all you could think about was how good everything felt. How good you knew he could make you feel. And he shuddered in anticipation of filling you with so much of his cum you’d be leaking for days.

“Course, baby. But first.” He brushed against your bottom lip, “Get daddy hard again.” His low, seductive whisper had your heart rate spiking and pussy clenching. When he spoke like that he could have you doing anything he wanted, and you both knew it.

You slid off his dick, moaning from the loss of his heat. Before you could move you felt his fingers spreading your pussy lips. “N-no don’t look…”

“Not a chance baby.” You squirmed, feeling a little shy from how clearly he could see your empty hole twitching. Squeezing out thick globs of his semen, some of it landing on his hanging dick and some on the sofa. “Fuck, that’s hot. It’s all puffy and cute right here. Mmm, my pretty pussy.” You twitched when he kissed your clit before he finally let you fall to your knees between his legs.

His cock was a mess of mixed juices. Translucent white from being inside of you and rings of his recently spent cum dribbling down the sides and to the base of his cock. You could still feel some of his cum spilling out, creating a mess underneath your legs. His thighs twitched under the soft placement of your hand as you moved in closer. Dick twitching from how lewd you looked as glanced up at him for only a second before swallowing him down as far as you could go without hesitation.

“Shit ba-oh, fuck, fuck!” Kazutora’s hand reached for the back of your head, eyes falling closed while trying to stop himself from bucking up into your tight mouth. He thought he would pass out from how hot, and wet your mouth was as you sucked him in. The sloppy sounds of you slobbering around his length mixed with your moans had him hardening in seconds. You were so good to him. His perfect, beautiful angel. And your tongue working around his head, and under his shaft had him feeling like he ascended to heaven.

He only opened his eyes only when he felt you trying to back away, letting his hand fall away so you could. Eyes darkening even more as he watched you lick off the creamy ring of white that stuck around the rim of your mouth. With almost half the mind of shoving himself back down your throat, this time until you choke, instead he wrapped his large hand around your forearm. Pulling you up with little effort and practically throwing you on to the end of your sofa with a mumble of a quick apology when you glared at him.

See the thing about your sofa was it wasn’t your typical sofa, but an L sofa. More specifically a bumper chaise style, so the part you two were now on didn’t have a back to it. People always asked why you two spent so much on that type of sofa, especially since it was a little big for your small room. For Kazurota, it was for this reason alone. Though initially you hated the big expenditure at first…well…you could hardly complain any more. Not when he had your legs butterflied out for him and his dick teasing at your entrance. Looking down at you like he was about to fuck the living soul out of your body.

“Look, I haven’t even put it in yet but it’s already twitching all excited for some cock. You really can’t get enough can you?” He slapped his tip against your hole, chuckling at how you squirmed, but thankfully putting both of your torture at easy as he sunk inside without any trouble. Your slick and his earlier cum providing more than enough lubrication. “Ahhh, that’s what I’m talking about. Suckin’ me in real nice–ahh, fuck best damn pussy in the world right here. And it’s all mine, ain’t that right?” His hips continuously slammed down. Heavy. Powerful. And unrelenting with each thrust. “Ohh fuck, yeah..ng so tight.”

Your nails dug into both of his wrists that were planted on either side of his head. “Ng-ah! Yes, only for you-AHH!!”

“Damn.Right.” His words punctuated with a sharp thrust that made your voice hitch and eyes roll back. Nodding mindlessly at his words, while you tried to meet his thrust but you just couldn’t keep up with his ferocity. All you could do was take it. Feel every explosion of pleasure as the fat head of his cock beats against your womb. The burning stretch as your body welcomed every inch of his length, and squeezing against him to keep him inside.

He knew you were close to cumming, but damn it he was closer and he didn’t think he’d be able to hold on. Not when every time he pulled out your walls clenched around him with so much force he felt like you were trying to suck his soul out from his dick. It was almost painful, but he was addicted to it and how with every thrust he could feel the way you opened up for him. Molding perfectly to his shape to try and take him deeper.

You heard a soft ‘fuck´ before he shifted back, sweaty locks of his hair swaying as he gripped your hips for better leverage. Lifting you up slightly before driving into so animalistically you could hardly breath. Jaw falling slack, tongue out and drool slipping down your chin into a darkening patch on the sofa. You barely registered the words of praise panted into the air from the beast above you. Only feeling the powerful rush of pleasure ready to burst in your gut. But before it could there was a rush of heat and a bruising force on your hips, as Kazutora came heavily inside of you.

“Kazu-you..I-i didn’t–ooohhhh that’s good! S’deep, don’t stop! Please wanna cum so bad!” Before you could finish he was flipping you over on your hands and knees, fucking his cum deeper inside of you.

“Don’t worry, baby. Gonna have this pretty pussy gushing before I’m finished.” His voice was strained, balls tensing and squeezing in their effort to meet the twitching demands of your pussy for another load. And Kazutora was not going to disappoint. Other guys might have felt embarrassed at cuming so many times before his girlfriend, but Kazutora didn’t give a dog shit. He gave up trying to save face the very second you let him shove his dick in the first time around. If he really focused he could maybe hold on, but good pussy don’t lie. And when it’s attached to the girl he’d go to the ends of the fucking universe and back for–well he’d count it a good day if he lasts longer than a second.

Another moan fell from your lips when you felt his fingers toy with your neglected nipples. Wringing them between his dexterous digits, and his other mirroring the movements on your swollen clit. You were seeing stars. Arms giving out under both the pleasure and the weight of his chest sticking to your back. “Kazu I-i’m gonna cum! Gonna cum!”

“Go ahead, I got you. Cum all over my dick. Come sweet angel, make a mess for me.” His words pushed you over the edge. Gripping onto anything you could as white clouded your vision. Hips twitching, trying to pull away from the pleasure but Kazutora only followed you. Pinning your hips with his to the couch, grinding against you through your orgasm until he was whimpering against your ear as you pulled his 3rd one out of him.

You two stayed like that for a while. Panting and enjoying each other's warmth. Sharing a few love drunk kisses and words of love and affection. Though you couldn’t stay for long since you needed to clean the couch before they stained. Kazutora gave you a cheeky grin as he helped you slide a clean pair of panties on since they wouldn’t stay that way for long the second you stood up.

After a clean up, and very tired the both of you snuggled back up on the couch. You, only mildly irritated given the wet stain growing between your legs. Not because of that, but because of the way Kazutora kept smirking every time you shifted.

“Hmm…so 16 more to go.”

“16 more what?” You raised a brow at him.

“Well…” Another sly smirk came to his lips. And if he didn’t look so sexy you might have slapped him because that look usually came before he said something outrageous. “Today’s your 22nd birthday, right?”

“......right.”

“And how many times did I cum inside my pretty baby’s little cunt?”

You blushed from the vulgar words. In the morning when you both got up and came inside 3 times and just now another 3. It was kind of embarrassing saying it out loud. Since it kind of seemed like you were some kind of sex addict. “Um…6……?” That’s when it hit you. If you take 6 from 22 then…

“You’re…kidding right?”

“Nope. ‘sides birthday girl said she wanted me to make her a mommy.” Kazutora chuckled, and gave you a soft kiss full of promise. “So give me an hour, and next time let’s fuck in the kitchen.”

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