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crepezinhos · 3 months ago

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Mummy or Mommy?

POV: What happens when you take the quote: ‘Halloween is the only day a woman can dress up like a whore and not get criticized for it’ too seriously to a point where your own best friend can’t handle it?

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a NSFW Oneshot

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Bondage, blindfolding, hair pulling, slight mommy kink and a lot of degradation.

“What the fuck were you thinking, huh?” He grunted in your ear while brutally fucking his cock inside your pussy over and over again. “Dressing up like some fucking cheap slut… You were looking up to this, weren’t you?” His passion while degrading you was noticeable, which just made your horny pussy grind around him even more.

You wanted to innovate this year’s Halloween party, but not this much.

Your costume was simply thick white stripes tied around the core parts of your body, leaving your legs and belly mostly exposed although it was a considerably cold day. It obviously called most people’s attention, including your friends. All the girls thought you looked sexy and praised your efforts with the makeup, but Scaramouche, one of your few male friends, but your best friend, didn’t actually say much.

He spent the whole party quietly staring at your body up and down, avoiding any comments, even when you asked for his opinion. You two only found yourselves fucking in the house's bathroom when you were alone with him in a sofa and you asked why did he have a pillow in his lap. It turned out he had a boner... an aching one.

“Ass up, mummy whore.” Scaramouche slapped a buttock of yours, causing your whole body to quiver.

Although Scaramouche has never shown off himself to be a common guy, you'd never expect him to be so aggressively kinky. He had pulled the bandages you had in your face up to blindfold your eyes and the ones in your arms to tie your wrists in the towel hanger of the room. He also almost ripped apart the ones in your boobs and crotch just because he was that desperate to see them. It was definitely humilliating and it would take you a while to redo all of that work, but you couldn't deny that being manhandled like that was making your pussy throb in pleasure. Scaramouche was incredibly good at .

“Fuck, Scara! Slow down!” You tried turning your face to him to beg for mercy, but that pathetic look of your blindfolded face and ruined makeup just made his cock twitch in arousal.

“Oh-ho? Begging already? But I have barely started yet...” He mocked you, continuing to hammer you in the same pace. “But maybe if you admit that you’re a cock-hungry slut, I might change my mind.” He proposed a game to you, leaning closer just to tease you further into that mind-numbing pleasure.

“F-Fuck! I am a cock-hungry slut who whore this outfit to have your attention!” You screamed whatever came to your mind at the moment to make him feel satisfied. “Y-You look so fine dressed as a vampire, I couldn’t just ignore it..! It got me so wet when I saw it…” You babbled between your outrageous moans.

“My costume, huh? I bet you’re loving to have your wrists tied up by my jacket then…” If he knew that you’d be such a perfect slut for him and his necessity to fuck rough, he would’ve done it centuries ago.

“Y-Yes! I love it! I love being dominated by you like this!” You suddenly felt your hair being pulled in his direction, which caused you to scream in shock and slight pain while your body spasmed and your eyes mired stars.

“Then, right after this, I want you to wear it for the rest of this party. I don’t want anyone else seeing you in this outfit, you hear me? No one. From now on this outfit belongs to me.” He whispered in a more dominant tone that took you off guard.

Scaramouche was melting your brains and muscles, causing them to be useless to you, especially now that you were cuffed and arched to him. All you could do in such position was to nod to his orders and moan, and you were shamelessly letting every single one of them out of your mouth, which made Scaramouche’s ego skyrocket. Having his hot best friend inflating his ego by acting and dressing like some cheap, submissive slut was ecstasy to him. It even made him feel a little emotional than he expected to feel since you were a nice and t(h)rustable friend.

Perhaps he likes you more than a friend? Or was starting to like? That’s something he still has to reflect about later because all he wanted was to milk your pussy dey right now.

“Such a fucking perfect slut… Who would’ve guessed that you’re a hidden masochist whore under that pretty face of yours?” He let go of your hair just to hold your hips with more precision, but still kept his back leaned close to you so he could put his tongue to use.

He started in the side of your neck, kissing it and licking it already aggressively. He was focusing specifically on the muscle of it that was slightly stretched out because of the position you were in.

“You taste so fucking good…” He purred while his warm breath made your skin sweaty. “I might just suck you until you’re bleeding…” He laughed at his own pun, but immediately went back to his mission of fucking you until you regretted your choice of costume.

But you had just acted so mean to him this entire party when he was supposed to be the mean one in the group, he had to scold you back to your submissive place.

The way you walked up to him when you two first met and immediately spoiled him that you weren’t wearing any underwear was enough to make him fantasize with his hands ripping your costume apart to see your nudity under it. There was also the way how the lack of bra usage made your boobs jiggle with every movement you did, especially when you were dancing, which made his eyes completely stone in them for most of the party. Of course it got him hard and quickly. But the way you laughed at him when you found out he had a boner was what triggered him into scolding you in his own peculiar way.

“Tch…” He got a little annoyed remembering those moments. “You were so proud of yourself some minutes ago… mocking me and laughing at my boner… But look at you know… getting off with me referring to you as a cheap slut… It’s pathetic, really, but I’m proud to be the one that will teach you about knowing your place…” He ranted while admiring every single moan that came out of your red lips, who had some chapstick dragged outside of them because of the sloppy kisses you shared while he prepared you for his cock.

He took a look to the side where the mirror was located.

God, he thought he looked so sexy with those marks of your chapstick kissing him in various spots of his face and neck… it all just made him more praised by you. And the way your crotches moved in rhythm made him feel like he was watching his own personal porn movie.

“Oh? Suddenly getting extra tight here?” He grunted huskily while he felt your pussy suddenly tightening around him again with no warning. It was like it was trying to milk an orgasm out of him desperately.

“G-Gonna cum!” Your voice was already becoming hoarse in exhaustion, which made Scaramouche just more thirsty with what he was doing to you.

“Perfect, because I’m cumming too and you’re gonna take it all inside, ok?” His pace managed to become even more erratic, punching your cervix with no care at all while his hand ran under your belly and started circling your clit violently just to make you more helpless under those cuffs.

“Yes, yes! I’m gonna..! I’m gonna!!” You were desperate for your climax, screaming like you were going to die.

“Come on, whore.” Scaramouche slapped your ass again, trying to stimulate you into climax the fastest he could with that jolt of pain.

And finally, both your bodies had that moment of peak together. Scaramouche sliding a thick and long string of cum inside your womb, and you exploding cum all around his cock. Your scream was feral and his grunt was very powerful, both of your bodies shaking and twitching with that peak, enjoying every noise you heard from each other.

“F-Fuck!” Your body quivered while he spilled his burning seed inside you, demonstrating how overwhelmed you were feeling. But no matter how much your body agonized, he still kept his hips stoned in place, looking forward to brand you as his with that load of cum.

“Good girl… taking all of me inside even if it is too much for you like a true-spirit whore…” He giggled meaningfully while gently tapping the same buttock he slapped previously, watching you twitching in a sadistic kind of joy.

He quickly pulled out, wanting to check just how much you came around him. His cock was entirely wet and full of stains of your essence.

“Look at this mess you did in me… Oh, you’re absolutely cleaning this up.” He reached a hand to his jacket and pulled it away from the hanger, making your body finally become free again. Since your legs were extremely weakened by sex, all they could do was crumble and kneel down in the floor, your face resting against the cold white wall.

But your moment of break didn’t last as much as you needed it to. Scaramouche was determined to make your ruined face suck, still blindfolded. That’s why your hair was suddenly fisted by his hand and forced to turn around.

“Say ‘ahh’…” He rested his cock on top of your lips, aching to make its way inside your mouth. His hands also moved to your fringe, pushing it all the way to the back of your head until he could clearly glare all of your face breathing in and out exhausted.

“Ahhh…” You obliged to his orders and stuck your tongue out, which impulsed him to immediately place his cock on top of it, pulsing to feel your warm tongue licking it like it was your source of water.

You, thankfully, obliged to that too and started licking him up and down, all around his length, since you couldn’t see where he was stained. You looked so destroyed licking cum like a kitten, but that made you look so beautiful to his hungry eyes. He deadly wished he could spend more time messing with you, but the constant knocks on the door to go inside the bathroom were annoying him to a point he wanted to kill whoever was doing that.

“A-Are you clean now..?” You asked while pulling yourself out of his range, a chord of saliva connecting you and his cock for a second before it fell in your chin.

He took a look at his cock, meeting it perfectly clean transparent, but still wet with your saliva, while using a hand to wipe your chin.

“Yes, I am… Good girl.” He patted your head gently while grabbing a piece of toilet paper to finally wipe his dick dry. “Get up.” He shifted his tone as soon as he zipped his pants back to their place.

With the help of his hands, you stood up, still struggling with your shaky legs. But Scaramouche held you against the wall while rearranging you with a knee. He firstly took off your blindfold and tried tying it back to its spot in your forehead, which made you also available to help him out. Of course you didn’t look perfect. Your mascara and lipstick were ruined and you couldn’t get the straps in breasts back to their place, unless you took it all away from you and did it again.

“Shit…” You complained while looking at yourself in the mirror by your side.

“Here.” Scaramouche grabbed his jacket from the floor behind you and handed it to you.

God, he looked so much better without that jacket on him, although it did add more to his costume. But now that his wine-colored dress shirt without most buttons attaching to their hole was all he wore in his chest, it made him look twice sexy to you, especially since some of the many kisses you marked in him were visible there.

“Thanks…” You were a little embarrassed now that sex was over. “You might want to button your shirt again.” You started dressing his jacket and he immediately started closing up his buttons.

“Thanks. Can you walk?” He asked while reaching for the door, also awkward.

“I… don’t think so…” You looked away, but Scaramouche simply took your worst in his hand.

“Come… let’s get out of here.” His look was surprisingly very calm and smooth to you. A version of Scaramouche you’ve never witnessed.

“What a gentleman I got myself tonight…” You mocked while he opened the door.

“… Shut up.” You two finally stepped out, meeting a man right in front of the door that seemed to be waiting to use it for a long time.

Scaramouche ignored him, but you felt a little guilty and embarrassed to know that some minutes ago you were fucking with your best friend with degradation kink.

“Hey, you two! Where the fuck you two have been at?!” I’ve been looking for you two for hours!” Your friend in common, Faruzan, suddenly showed up in front of you two, dressed up as a sexy cat, but when she noticed the differences in your costumes, one of her eyebrows frowned. “What the hell happened to you, Y/N?! Weren’t you supposed to be a mummy mommy? You look like an actual mummy!” She laughed at you, but then she realized that you two looked awkwardly sweaty. “… Don’t tell me you two fucked.” She looked a little concerned.

“She was the one trying to fuck actually.” Scara suddenly started arguing with her for you. “Found her drunk ass trying to hit on Alhaitham. Even showed her boobs to him, but she failed so bad, she can’t even stick the stripes back.” Scaramouche and Faruzan started cackling together at his fake story, taking advantage of the fact that she was a little drunk to invent a really weird lie.

“Alhaitham?!” Faruzan acted like she had just heard the gossip of the year to you, who just stared at her still exhausted.

You breathed in and out.

“… Yeah, I tried.” You looked away, and she started cackling again.

“Oh my god! You’re sooooo stupid! Out of all hotties you could hit on here, you picked that geek?! Even Scaramouche was a better option!” She couldn’t hold back her giggles, barely spilling her alcohol out of her cup, while Scaramouche smirked at the unintentional compliment.

“Yeah, I know…” You avoided eye contact with Scaramouche.

“Let me take her home now. Her legs are, like, barely working.” He finally started talking more serious.

“Ok, ok! Don’t try hitting on him too, you silly!” She pointed at Scaramouche while talking to you, and finally walked away.

As soon as she was out of your way, you two went back to normal

“Really..? That was your lie? You’re lucky she was drunk enough to believe it.” You mocked him.

“It worked, so shut up.” He brushed you off, finally opening the doors to the exterior. “So you think I’m a better option than Alhaitham?” He asked in the same aroused tone he was using in the bathroom.

The cold air of the night immediately hit your bodies, making you shiver a little bit since your costume result wasn’t made for fall. You didn’t expect the weather to change so much in such a short matter of hours.

“Please… not even if he was as ugly as you.” You scoffed at him.

“That wasn’t what you were saying some minutes ago, mommy.” He opened the door to the backseat of his car.

“Are you trying to take me home right now? I’m fine! I still want to party! Gosh, and you can’t even let a friend sit next you…” You tried pushing him away, but he resisted and looked at you ready to laugh.

“… Don’t tell me you didn’t figure out we’re gonna fuck in the backseat.” He giggled at you.

And then you remembered what he previously told you before walking you around.

“I can’t predict the meaning of every puzzle that comes out of your mouth!” Scaramouche simply smirked and pushed the both of you in the cushions and smacking the door shut.

“You’re just slow.” He shrugged his shoulders while positioning himself between your legs. “Now… let’s go for round two. Shall we, mommy?” His pun made you smirk in anticipation.

“Sure… try being more gentle this time.” You shrugged your shoulder while sliding the zipper of his jacket down again.

“Gentle?” He laughed for a moment.

“I’ll fuck your brains out of your head.”

Taglist: @alatusorrow @shyentsfoundherink @luminieee @the-stinky-winky @kindofshyent @amoyanderes

Happy Halloween for all the Scaramouche whores! 🎃

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holybibly · 6 months ago

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Yunho is such a perfect boyfriend, bunnies, isn't he? And lately I just can't get him out of my mind.

So, unholy thoughts of the day: Your perfect boyfriend Yunho takes you on a picnic date, only to fuck you senselessly in the middle of a park, because he can't keep his hands off you, even though he spent the whole morning between your thighs, greedily licking his princess's little cunt.

"God, you're so beautiful when you cry, princess. Fuck, you're driving me crazy." Yunho leaned his forehead against yours, continuing to push his hips up to match the rhythm of your movements. You shivered in his arms, continuing to ride his thick, huge cock, despite the slight burn caused by Yunho's massive girth and the fact that you'd already had two orgasms in a row. "Come on, give me another one. Cum on my cock again, love. I know you can do it, Princess. Fuck yourself on my cock; show me how much you like it." His big hands cupped your face as he cooed sweetly at how fucked and dishevelled you looked.

Your pretty sundress had slipped off your shoulders, exposing your big, soft boobs, which bounced with every move you made. Your lipstick was smeared all over your face from his kisses and the way you tried to take his whole cock in your little mouth, gagging and drooling all over his silky length. And your pussy, damn, your sweet tiny pussy was so swollen and wet from his drool and your mucus was dripping out of your used hole. Fuck, he will fuck you again with his tongue, right after you cum; it was his fucking need.

"I can't take it anymore... Please, Yunho... Too much, I can't..."

"Shh, Princess, you can do it; you're going to cum for me one more time and let me try, right? You'll be a good girl for me and cover my cock with your cream, yeah?" He cups your face tighter in his hands and picks up the pace, mercilessly impaling your pussy with his cock. The thick, swollen head of his cock hits your cervix and slips easily inside, causing you to squeal loudly and roll your eyes back in painful pleasure.

Yunho growls as he feels your tight, wet walls tighten around him, practically restricting any movement. Your cunt was already impossibly tight for his cock, and now it's literally sucking him in, not letting him push into the welcoming, slimy warmth.

"Fuck, Princess! That's all, what a good girl." He leaves sloppy kisses all over your face, letting you ride out your orgasm as your body shakes with pleasure and your juices flow out of your hole and down his balls and buttocks until they accumulate in a puddle on the bedding under your bodies. "Now I'm going to eat you, Princess, and we'll try again, okay? I want to see how many orgasms I can get out of you before you pass out."

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dangraccoon · 3 months ago

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Mando'a (but Horny kov'taakyc)

Honestly, this is as much a post for me to reference back as it is for other writers to use 😅

ANYWAY

** denotes words that I created based on the rules listed in this mando'a dictionary (found here)

mando'a - english - pronunciation

Body Parts

bevagol - penis, dick, cock - bayv-AH-gohl

murce - lips (pl.) - MOOR-shay

palon - hole, opening; aisle, passageway - pah-LOHN

pel'gam - skin - pel-GAM

pel'troan - cheek - pail-TROHN

petir - center - PEH-teer

shebs - backside, rear, buttocks (also rear of building etc) - shebs

yai - belly, womb, abdomen - yay

yaiten - vagina (anatomical) - yay-TEN

Actions

aar'betenor - groan, moan - ahr-bey-tehn-OHR

baa'ruir - shiver, shudder - bah-roo-EER

baar'murcyur - making love, having sex - bahr-moor-SHOOR

baar'mureyca - sex (lit. "body kiss") - bahr-MOOR-aysh-ah

bat'gaanir - rub, grind - baht-gah-NEER

chayaikir - tease, barrack, make fun of (not as hostile as mock) - chai-ay-KEER

dihaarir - undress, take clothes off, unbutton, unzip - dee-hah-REER

↳ ke'dihaarir - undress (command) **

gayiylir - spread - guy-ee-LEER

gedetir - plead, beg - geh-deh-TEER

↳ ke'gedetir - beg (command) **

irudir - hug, embrace - ee-roo-DEER

iviin'hiibir - grasp, grab, seize - ee-VEEN-hee-BEER

murcyur - kiss - moor-SHOOR

pehir - spit - peh-HEER

tigaanur - touch - tee-gah-NOOR

videkir - swallow - vee-deh-KEER

↳ ke'videkir - swallow (command) **

Feelings

adenn - merciless - ah-DEN

aiki’yc - desperate - ai-KEESH

baar'laamyc - orgasm (lit. body high) - bahr-LAH-meesh **

↳ baar'lamycir - orgasming **

dola - throughout, pervading, soaked - DOH-lah

etyc - dirty, filthy, grimy - EHT-eesh

gebyc - narrow, tight - GEHB-eesh

jatisyc - delicious - jah-TEE-seesh

kandosii'la - stunning, amazing - kan-doh-SEE-la

murey'lin - lust - MOO-ray-leen

murey'yc - sexy, erotic - moor-ay-EESH

nepel - solid, hard - nay-PAIL

nukut'la - naked, nude, bare - noo-KOOT-lah

ori'aal - passion - OH-ree-AHL

piru'lini - thirst - pee-roo-LEE-nee

piryc - wet - PEER-eesh

tsikala - prepared, ready - zee-KAH-lah

yaihi'l - full - YAH-heel

yaiyai'yc - bloated, satisfied - yai-YAI-eesh

Other

ash'emuurir - please someone - ash-eh-moo-REER

copaanir - want - KOH-pan-EER

haav - bed - hahv

↳ haavir - bed (verb; to bed)

jat'ad - good boy/girl (name of affection or praise) - jah-TAHD

jatisir - delight, please, indulge - jah-tee-SEER

linibar - need - lee-nee-BAHR

pel'tigala - tender - pel-tee-GAH-lah

pelid - mattress, something soft to lie down or fall onto - pai-LEED

tennir - open - teh-NEER

↳ ke'tennir - open (command)

Kinky

brii'tay - knot - bree-TIE

↳ brii'tayir - knot (verb, i.e. A/B/O) **

nadal - heat - nah-DAHL

↳ or'nadal - in heat **

mircir - cage, lock up, capture - meer-SEER

tay'briik - cord, rope, string - tie-BREEK

tay'briir - tie up - tie-BREER

tay'gaan - strap, belt - tie-GAHN

yaihad - pregnancy - yai-HAHD

yaihad'la - pregnant - yai-HAHD-lah

yaihadir - conceive, impregnate - yai-hah-DEER

aar'ika - sting, little pain - AHR-eek-ah

aarar - hurt, cause pain - ah-RAHR

ekur - choke - eck-OOR

gratiir - punish - grah-TEER

kadalikir - scratch, leave a mark - kah-dah-lee-KEER

nynir - hit, strike - nee-NEER

oya'karir - hunt, chase - OY-yah-kah-REER

ky'goy - edge, verge, break, precipice - kee-GOHY

↳ ky'goyir - edge (verb) **

Drop a note or ask if there's anything you think I should add!

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jellalism · 4 months ago

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Kinktober 2024, Day 5: Sneak

Noel is searching for you. You need to escape, or suffer the consequences of failing to do so.

Word count: 558 words

Genre: Horror, sexually suggestive

Reader's gender and sex: gender neutral, but “boy/girl” used. No sexual characteristics mentioned.

Content warnings: Yandere and all that that entails

Notes: Noel is an OC of @devotion-disorder. The art in the banner is also by her!

Read below or on AO3.

“When I find you, oh, you’re gonna be sorry.” Noel’s voice rang out menacingly from downstairs. “You’ve been so naughty. And the naughty need to be punished.”

You place your hand over your mouth to keep yourself from crying out in fear. Adrenaline is coursing through your veins. Every cell in your body is telling you to get the fuck out of this place.

You’re currently hiding in one of the bedrooms. You inch toward the door, opening it a crack. The red-carpeted corridor seems empty, as far as you can see. You open the door a little further, and stick your head out. The coast is clear. He may still be downstairs.

You stick your head back in and slip out of your shoes soundlessly. It’s easier to sneak around barefoot than it is with shoes on. You take another quick peek out the door before you go through. The staircase is to the right. That’s where you have to go.

Making as little sound as possible—thank god for the carpet muffling your footsteps—you make your way down the corridor, looking carefully for any sign of your captor. You stay close to the wall, and when you reach the staircase, you first carefully peek over the baluster.

No one in sight.

Now it’s a matter of making your way down quickly and silently. You take a deep breath and quickly go to the staircase. Step by step, as fast as you can, but taking care not to make any sound. You’re attuned to all the sounds around you; in the silence, your breathing sounds like it’s ear-deafening.

Halfway down the stairs, you hear a door close in the distance. “Where are you, honey?” His voice is coming from the corridor upstairs. You swallow and hurry down the stairs, accidentally placing your foot down louder than you would have liked. But you continue on. Behind you, you hear footsteps hurrying towards you.

“There you are.” Noel’s voice is sickly sweet, but you can’t give up now, and you run down the stairs, Noel hot on your heels. When you reach the bottom step, you suddenly feel a hard object slamming in your back, causing you to lose your balance and fall face down on the floor. You immediately try to get back up, but another impact in your back slams you back into the ground painfully, making you cry out in pain.

It’s Noel. He’s standing on top of you, his right foot between your shoulder blades. And putting his weight on it.

“Now now, that’s not how my lover is expected to behave.” He grinds his foot painfully in your back. “And I told you, didn’t I? If you disobey me, you need to be punished.”

He takes his foot of your back, and relief courses through you for a fraction of a second. But then gravity does its work and his full body slams into yours. His arm hits the back of your head and smashes it on the floor. You’re pretty sure your nose is bleeding.

He adjusts his position so his crotch is at your ass. He grinds his bulge against your buttocks while his mouth is at your ear. “I’ll show you what you get for defying me. You’re in for a world of pain.”

A sob escapes you. The first of many.

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unholybacon355 · 4 months ago

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Kinktober Day 2 - Son Chaeyoung x M! Reader

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Sweat beaded on your forehead and fell as beads on Chaeyoung's body, mixed with her own sweat. It wasn't even that hot to be sweating like that, but the temperature of both of your bodies was sky high.

Chaeyoung was lying on the dining table, completely naked and with her legs up. While you were standing in front of her, also naked and with your cock deeply buried in her anus. You were fucking her non-stop making the pleasure and heat spread through both of our bodies, sending waves of pleasure everywhere.

Even though Chaeyoung had her legs over your shoulders, you were holding her by the hips. You loved how her body felt so small in your hands, how you could handle her at your pleasure. And she loved leaving control to you, loved surrendering to the pleasure it gave her. It was a relationship where you both enjoyed giving and receiving from each other.

With each new thrust you watched Chaeyoung's small tits bounce in a delicious way, while her buttocks cushioned the blows of your pelvis.In fact her entire body was trembling at the rhythm of your thrusts, making obscene noises when your pelvis collided with her bare bottom.

But not as obscene as the noises Chaeyoug was herself. Her voice coming out of her mouth was a miscellaneous of low pitches and breathy moans mixed with filthy and coarse words, encouraging you to put more of your shaft inside her puckered hole. So you did it, even when you already were putting almost your entire length through her rectum. You increase the pace of your thrust as fast as you can, causing more sweat to fall from your forehead, and also stuffing you as deep as you could go inside Chaeyoung.

Her response was immediate, making more of that filthy noises that you loved, Just wiping away all the tirenest of your sore muscles, and giving you rewened forced to keep fucking her in the way she loved. Who was on charge? Really, Who could care about that when both of you were enjoying so much. When the connection between your bodies was releasing interminable waves of pleasure thought your nerves, making you moan and groan like wild animals.

In a twisted way was love on every one of your trust, on every one of the waves that the body of the woman over the table made. Was in fact an obscene act, but no one could ever match the true love that both of you were feeling at that time. When you surrender to your primal instincts, shutting down your brains and just letting the pleasure control your bodies.

It seemed like you were running a marathon, and in a sense, that's how you felt. Every single one of your muscles were sore and burning, and your skin was covered in sweat, but that little pain was nothing compared with the pleasure you were feeling. Pleasure that was driving you to your limit.

Recognizing that you weren't able to last too much Caheyoung encourages you to release all your cum inside her. The filthy words fly from her mouth to your ears, carrying all the lust she was feeling, and letting you know that shedemand you to feel her pretty little asshole with your hot and creamy semen. The last thing she does to push you to your very limits is squeeze your dick with her anus.

So you let the pleasure take control of your body and you empty your balls inside Caheyoung’s rectum, seeing her smile with the feeling of the hot fluid filling her insides. She is happy so you’re too, her pleasure brings you more pleasure and you know she feels the same way. Despiste having your eyes closed because of the intense orgasm that was running through your body, you know her pussy is soaked in her own slick. And of course you know that soon you gonna have to put your entire mouth to work to make her body shake in an orgasm too. Because if one of you came, the other has to do it too. That was the twisted way your love demanded it.

#twice #twice smut #son chaeyoung #chaeyoung smut #fanfic #kpop smut #kinktober 2024

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liz-on-leash · 5 months ago

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thoughts on volleyball team captain monday who gets injured and fucked rough by the trainer cause she cant get away from him?

This is the first "thoughts" type of ask that I've received. Not sure how to reply to this other than by creating a short scenario for it, lol.

T/W: Rape, Injured

(Images for visual purposes only.)

Monday, the volleyball team captain, is laid out on a wooden stool in the locker room, her slender frame barely contained by a tight shirt and booty shorts. Her ankle is swollen from a nasty sprain during practice, causing her to grimace as she tries to put weight on it.

As the team trainer, you witness her struggle and approach with a cruel grin. "Looks like someone's hurting," your voice cold and indifferent. Monday, her dark hair spilling over her shoulder, gazes up at you with fear in her eyes, aware of your reputation as a ruthless, sadistic trainer. "It's killing me," she confesses, her voice strained and pained.

Without warning, you seize her injured ankle, applying pressure. Monday screams, her eyes wide with shock and agony. "What the hell? Let go!" She attempts to kick you with her good leg, but you predict her move and easily dodge.

"Chill, captain. This will aid your recovery," you lie, twisting her ankle further, disregarding her protests. Her screams reverberate in the room, her body writhing on the stool, hands clutching the edges tightly, her pert breasts straining against her shirt.

Leaning in close to her ear, your breath warm on her neck, you murmur, "You know, Monday, I've always fancied screwing the volleyball team captain. And now, with that ankle, you're not going anywhere." She freezes, realizing your intentions, horror filling her eyes. "What the... No, please, don't be insane!"

Ignoring her pleas, you unveil your already stiff cock, freed from your pants. It twitches with anticipation, pre-cum glistening. Her eyes widen, fixated on your girth. "No, please, I'm injured. Don't do this!" She tries to scramble away, but her injured ankle betrays her, sending a jolt of pain through her leg, causing her to cry out and freeze.

You chuckle, relishing her fear. Then, in one swift move, you rip open her booty shorts, the sound of tearing fabric filling the room. Her smooth, shaved pussy is exposed, pink lips glistening with arousal despite her protests. "Look at that, your snug little snatch is ready for me, captain."

She shakes her head vigorously, locks flying. "No, it's not like that! Please, just let me go, I—" Her words are cut off by a sharp slap across her face, the sound echoing. "Shut up, slut. Your body betrays you. It craves a real man to take charge."

You waste no time, spitting in your hand and using it to lubricate your cock. Aligning your throbbing tip with her tight entrance, you thrust forward. Monday screams at the top of her lungs, eyes rolling back, back arching off the stool. Her pussy is tight and warm, clenching around your cock as you bury yourself deep in one stroke.

Her hands push against your chest, nails digging into your skin as she resists. "Get off me, you sick bastard! I hate you! I hate you!" she screams, voice hoarse. You grip her slender throat with one hand, applying enough pressure to restrict her breathing, and begin pounding her. Her injured leg hangs off the stool, useless as you violate her.

With each forceful thrust, her buttocks lift off the stool, breasts bouncing with the impact. Her cries fill the room, a mix of pain and unwanted pleasure. "That's it, scream for me, bitch. Bet your tight pussy's never been fucked this good," your voice laced with lust and dominance.

Monday's eyes are wild with panic and fury as she realizes escape is futile. Her hands grasp at your wrists, attempting to push you away, but she's no match for your strength. "No, stop, please! It hurts! You're tearing me apart!" Her words only fuel your desire, and you quicken your pace, balls slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust.

The room echoes with the sounds of your hips colliding, your grunts, and her desperate sobs. Her juices coat your cock, a blend of her arousal and your pre-cum. Her body trembles beneath you, her once-tidy shirt now riding up, exposing her breasts, heaving with each violation.

Leaning down, your mouth near her ear, you whisper, "You belong to me now, Monday. This tight cunt is mine to fuck whenever I want." She shakes her head, eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Never... I'll never be yours... I hate you..."

Her defiance only stokes your sadistic desires, and you reach between her legs, finding her clit. Rubbing it roughly, you feel her body respond despite her protests. "No, don't touch me there! Please, I can't—!" She pleads, voice breaking as her body betrays her, building toward an unwanted orgasm.

You chuckle, her pussy clamping even tighter around your cock. "Your body says otherwise, slut. Come for me, and I might just stop." Your fingers work her clit, while you continue thrusting relentlessly. Monday's breath catches, back arching off the stool as an intense orgasm washes over her.

"Nooo!" she screams, body shaking uncontrollably as her pussy contracts around your cock. Her juices flow freely, coating your balls as she experiences a powerful release. Eyes shut tight, face a mix of agony and pleasure, she endures the most intense orgasm of her life.

Feeling her pussy milking your cock, you climax inside her, cum mixing with her fluids. Growling, you bite her neck hard, marking her as yours. Monday whimpers, body spent, violated, and bruised.

Finally withdrawing, your cock slick with cum and her essence, Monday lies motionless, body battered and mind traumatized. Opening her eyes, filled with tears and loathing, she spits at you, "I hope you rot in hell for this."

Smirking at her defiance, you zip up your pants. "Anytime, captain. Your tight pussy is always open to me." With that, you turn and leave her broken in the locker room.

#short smut #weeekly monday #weeekly smut #male reader

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ericscroptop · 1 year ago

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Best Friends

✧ pairing: kim sunwoo x best friend fem! reader

✦ genre: fwb + smut

✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) smut, doggy style, unprotected sex, pet names, cursing, angst??? lowkey unrequited love, lmk if i’m missing anything else!

✦ word count: 1.9k words

✧ synopsis: sunwoo is secure in what you two have, while you end up getting sidetracked and catching little feelings for your best friend.

✦ note: this is based off the weeknd’s song “best friends.” highly underrated song imo. i hope y’all enjoy xx

(i might write a prequel to this of when it all started, but only if i get motivated, lol. though, this is a stand-alone fic!)

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You lie naked on your abdomen over his white sheets, lowered on your elbows, face down and ass in the air while Sunwoo fucks you from behind.

You’re entranced by the intoxicating feeling of your best friend’s thick cock thrusting in and out of your wet cunt. His hips are ramming against your ass rhythmically, causing your body to bounce right back against him at the animalistic act.

His finger nails gripped your hips and buttocks as he fucked you relentlessly, so hard that you’d be left with bruises and crescent shaped marks over your flesh.

A pillow pressed against your face muffles the whimpers and moans leaving your throat. Sunwoo tsks at your suppressed sounds and doesn’t hesitate in grabbing a fistful of your hair into a makeshift ponytail, yanking your head away from what’s shielding your noises and pulling your head upwards.

Immediately forced to now be on all fours, your fingers gripped his sheets while you yelp in a mixture of pain and pleasure at his harsh hold and cock navigating your tight walls.

“Come on, let me hear you, doll,” Sunwoo grunts as he continues to move his length in and out of you.

He now hears you panting clearly and a smirk plasters over his face listening to your fucked out breathing in response to his cock bringing you stimulation.

“Is girly gettin’ her brains fucked out so good that she can’t catch a breath?” Sunwoo lifts a hand to grab the flesh of your ass cheek, massaging the skin before he gives it a harsh slap.

“Ahhh fuck— Sunwoo!” your head snapped back at the stinging his hand left, yelling in response to his roughness.

He chuckles smugly at your reaction, and continues to ram into you.

“Would’ve never guessed you liked it rough for such a cute, sweet girl.”

“Should’ve known when you basically begged me to use you like a rag doll after one month into meeting me.”

You felt that you have completely lost all your senses from the overwhelming sensation of warmth and fullness from Sunwoo’s cock.

You’re insanely horny, starting to pound back shamelessly to fuck as much of him as you can, feeling his cock so hard that it hurts so good.

“Greedy girl, huh?” his hands move around your hips while his own slam into you harder, his sweaty balls clapping ferociously against your cunt.

More filthy noises ranging from high to low escaped your mouth as you were on cloud nine.

You were so overwhelmed in stimulation from fucking.

The lewd sounds of you guy’s intense breathing and moaning, the wetness of your sex, and the sound of the bed creaking.

Your body being shaken and boobs bouncing from his hips plunging against your ass.

His hot cock pounding your warm pussy and tight walls, providing pleasurable friction.

Pure euphoria.

Your cunt’s walls squeezed around Sunwoo’s length once he starts hitting the jackpot that is your g-spot, eliciting a groan from his throat at the vibrations sent straight to his cock as a result of your clenching.

“Getting ready to cum? Let it all out, doll. Show me how much you enjoy being fucked dumb,” he grunts out, movements continuing frenetically.

“Oh— fuck!” You hiss at the familiar feeling of a coil in the pit of your stomach making an appearance. So fucking tight.

The penetration angle starts to become so intense that your pussy is ready to soak his cock in your cum.

Your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape as you cry out, seeing stars while quivering.

Your heart rate increases, ears are ringing, and legs shake as you let go, coating his cock in your cum and juices.

You groan and groan again at your release, completely letting yourself fall face into the pillow you were over earlier.

“That’s right doll, s’ good.” Sunwoo praises, hands still holding your hips as he chases his own release for a couple seconds more, listening to your muffled whines in overstimulation.

You feel his dick pulsate and twitch before he pulls out, hissing at his warm cock leaving your walls.

You unfortunately can’t see him, since you’re faced down on the pillow all fucked out as he starts to jerk himself off at a fast pace.

He grunts lowly, jaw slack and muscles clenching while spewing his hot ropes of cum across your ass.

“Fuuuuck,” his voice trembles in feeling the wave of tingly pressure within each pump and in seeing the whitish fluid coating your butt cheeks.

You were infatuated with the way he fucks you from behind. The roughness of it all, and how you have become his prey.

Although Sunwoo never cummed inside of you (he says it’s because that would be too intimate) you enjoy feeling his semen paint your skin after every fuck, finding it submitting and erotic.

Sunwoo likes to fuck you from behind and as he pleases because he’s using you to release his frustrations as a college student athlete.

You let him use you like a rag doll because you have an attraction to him— of which, he knows about.

And it’s starting to become harder to ignore when you look like you want to pour your heart out to him when you two talk and after every sexual encounter, when he just wants to have casual sex.

He likes fucking you from behind because he rather not see that dreamy look in your eyes as you guys have sex, or he might end up getting too caught up past what it is.

And Lord knows he can’t do that.

He stumbles over from his own fucked out daze, parking his rear on the bed right in front of you.

You two take a minute to regulate your breaths and bodies, shivers and spasms flooding the each of you as you recover from intercourse.

You crane your head to look back at Sunwoo. Wisps of his black hair are fallen over his forehead, sticking to his skin in sweat from the adrenaline and physical activity.

He meets your gaze for a brief moment with a lopsided grin. He then shifts his eyes over to your ass milked in his cum.

Your eyes follow his gaze and you slightly move, feeling the soreness of your cunt and the juices that are slipping out, definitely staining his sheets.

His weight on the mattress disappears as he gets up, walking away for a moment to find a towel in his bathroom.

He comes back swiftly, goosebumps dancing across your body once the towel in his hands makes contact with your skin.

He gently begins cleaning you up, wiping off his cum from your butt cheeks and cleaning up your own mess from your cunt.

You hum as he wipes the body fluids off, the scent of your natural pheromones and sweat filling your nostrils.

Sunwoo chuckles seeing the flesh of your ass move at him rubbing the towel against your skin. He doesn’t hesitate to playfully slap the cheeks, resulting in you gasping and then wincing at the sensitivity.

Your teeth catch your bottom lip as you bite back a smile. It doesn’t end up reaching your face as it falters instead, watching him walk over to his nightstand to pick up his phone to check the time instead of laying next to you with you in his embrace.

And that’s when the post-nut clarity crashes all down on you.

“I gotta wash up before the game.” a hand of Sunwoo’s goes to scratch the back of his head, eyes evidently avoiding your gaze.

You simply nod and purse your lips, feeling the awkwardness you two normally shared post-sex.

He walks around his room and rummages through drawers to find fresh clothes for his shower. You simply watch as he does so, loneliness and shame beginning to creep up over your mind.

His body suddenly makes way towards you, and you perk up, thinking he’ll finally kiss you— a forehead kiss you at least hope, only to weakly smile when his hand reaches on the top of your head, ruffling your hair messily.

“Thanks, doll.” he whispers softly. His hand falls to his side and he wets his plump lips with his tongue.

Your eyes fall onto said lips, secretly longing for them to sync with yours. You crave that affection from him sometimes, past the rough sex you two have.

How foolish of you to think he’d give you more.

Sunwoo purses his lips as he sees your eyes observe them. His body shifts uncomfortably, feeling awkward from the atmosphere.

He sighs lightly as he begins to trudge towards his bathroom, stopping once he reaches the doorway to turn and look at you.

“You coming to the game tonight?” he questions with a nod.

“Yeah, i’m going with the girls as per usual.” you tilt your head and propped your elbow up to rest your chin on the palm of your hand as you peer at him.

“Cool.” he sheepishly smiles. “You can grab something from the kitchen if you’d like, as always. I’ll see you later, y/n.”

And with that, he fully enters the bathroom and shuts the door.

Sunwoo quietly blows out air as he shuts himself in the bathroom, lids closing as he begins to feel like an asshole.

It’s heavily apparent that you want more from him, but he simply couldn’t offer you that. It wasn’t part of your agreement in this friends with benefits relationship.

He was the star soccer player. Notorious for breaking hearts as he prioritized the sport above meaningful relationships.

He didn’t think he was capable of balancing a relationship right now. It wasn’t in his cards. He was selfish and thought with his dick.

He also wanted to focus on being a good player while balancing school and maintaining his popularity.

Sex was an outlet for him. It made sense to just have casual flings and not put any meaning to it aside from fulfilling his sexual desires.

So when you approached him with the idea of doing anything to relieve his frustrations one night after a shitty game, who was he to refuse?

You two fucked hard when Sunwoo needed you. He fucked your throat and your cunt well after every encounter.

His only rules were no kissing, he won’t cum inside you, and your relationship remain a secret to anyone and everyone. It was plainly no strings attached.

He didn’t want to be held responsible for your heart if you two fall.

But as time went on, deep down, he knows he’s tearing you apart.

And you allow him to do so.

You swallow hard as he closed the door. Your body still lies naked on his bed, having no desire to get up.

Your face falls into your hands, sighing in frustration at the position you’ve put yourself in.

Unfortunately though, what sucks is that you rather have him like this than nothing at all.

There’s a power imbalance inherent in this with you on the downside, because of your stupid feelings.

You wanted Sunwoo so bad.

For his flirty personality and natural charm. For his respectful manners even though he fucks you like a whore. For his passion when he’s playing his heart out on the field. For his relaxed attitude towards others and life. For how he gets easily scared at the slightest of noises and things, of which, makes you laugh.

Your heart has caught up to you and it’s fucking you up.

You realized you don’t want to have sex as friends no more.

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#ericscroptop #the boyz #the boyz imagines #the boyz smut #tbz fanfic #tbz sunwoo #kim sunwoo #sunwoo x reader #sunwoo imagines #sunwoo smut #sunwoo scenarios #sunwoo #kpop smut #kpop #kpop imagines

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redtsundere-writes · 1 month ago

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Part 28: Starting Over

King!SukunaRyomen x Servant!FemReader

Summary: You used to be just another servant among the army of humans operating under the command of the terrible king, Sukuna Ryomen. An ordinary human who only knows how to wash, clean and cook. Until one day, he notices something in you that you hadn't seen before.

Tags: MDNI. +18. Murder. Blood. Cannibalism. Sukuna Ryomen Is The Warning Itself. Nudity. Sexual Display. Vaginal. Fingering. Sometimes fluff, sometimes angst. NOT Beta read.

Word Count: 7822 words.

I M P O R T A N T

A/N: So after some consideration, I need a break from this fic because I wanna work on other fics I have kinda abandoned because of this one. Plus, I want to write an original novel! I'll be updating about it here, thanks for your support and understanding, happy holidays! :3

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You were stuck in the same dilemma you had a month ago. You paced around your room, anxiety running high, rehearsing how to apologize to the king for kissing another man and causing a scene in enemy territory. You had crossed the line this time, and it would be hard to fix it. He must be furious, even more so when he found out you didn't return to the camp after the incident. You didn't regret what you did, but you would have to admit that you deliberately hurt the king sooner or later, and now you had to face the consequences. You bit your nails in a failed attempt to calm your nerves as you waited for his inevitable return.

Suddenly, you stopped as you heard the clatter of the drawbridge's chains moving. You darted to the window, looked outside and confirmed what you feared: the king was back in the castle. But he wasn't alone. Along with him were Kenjaku and Mahito, followed by a long caravan of curses. Sukuna stepped out of his carriage with his trademark dark grace, looking up directly at your window as if he knew you were there. His sharp eyes pierced your being, and a chill ran down your spine. Heart pounding uncertainty, you slammed the window shut and hid behind the wall as if that would help.

You still didn’t have an apology that would convince you. You weren’t even sure Sukuna would allow you to apologize. Staying in your room, waiting for him to request your presence, was the safest option, though you had no idea how long that would take.

To your surprise, it only took twenty minutes of your patience when someone knocked on your door. To your relief, it was Mrs. Inoue. You hugged her without a second thought, muttering hasty apologies for leaving her alone with the king for over a week.

“I missed you too, child.” She hugged you back.

“I'm glad you’re okay,” you said before letting go of her.

She gave you a kind, tender grandmotherly smile, but then her expression changed drastically to one of anger. “Oh no…” you thought, scared.

“What the hell is wrong with you, silly girl?! You cried every day for the king to propose to you, and you went and blew it! You're going to kill me with your shenanigans before I see you in white! You better give me 7 grandchildren to make up for it!” She scolded you severely while spanking you.

“Sukuna told you?!” You asked, surprised, while you writhed from the pain in your buttocks.

“Of course the king told me after I went to plead for you,” Mrs. Inoue snorted. “You better apologize tonight, or I myself will tell the king to kill you for being a dumbass.” With that warning, she handed you a letter that was in her pocket.

You took the white envelope with a frown. It had a wax seal with a golden rose painted on it. It was an official letter from King Sukuna. You didn't hesitate to open it with trembling hands. Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when you saw what it was.

His Majesty, King Sukuna Ryomen, extends to you a most gracious invitation to attend the illustrious White Flower Ball.

For the first time in a millennium, you have been bestowed the rare honor of joining this exclusive and momentous occasion, held this evening within the grand halls of the castle. Enclosed with this letter is a gown crafted especially for you, befitting the grandeur of the event.

It is my fervent hope that you will accept this invitation and join me for an evening of unparalleled splendor—one that I assure you will remain etched in your memory forever.

With the deepest of regards,Sukuna Ryomen

“What the fuck?” Mrs. Inoue pulled your cheek for cursing.

It was just what you needed to reassure yourself that you weren’t dreaming. You weren’t one to curse just like that, but your mouth dropped it before you could say anything else. Your bottom lip was on the floor and your heart was racing in circles from excitement. You read the letter over and over to make sure your reading comprehension was still working.

“And you haven’t seen the best part yet,” Mrs. Inoue said excitedly before picking up a box that was hidden behind the door to the next room.

You took the huge box to place it on your bed. You undid the red bow with ease and opened it. There was a white silk dress next to a diamond tiara with matching earrings. Mrs. Inoue held you so you wouldn’t faint from the shock. It was so beautiful that you couldn’t utter a word. “Does this mean the king isn’t upset with me?” you thought.

“You better apologize to that good man, girl.” Mrs. Inoue waved an accusatory finger.

“Did he just call the king a ‘good man’?” you asked, confused.

“My grandson is a tyrant to everyone but you,” Mrs. Inoue said before leaving your room to let the king know that she had already fulfilled her part of the plan.

“Your grandson?” That only left you more confused.

Sukuna examined the new windows with great attention. The pattern was the same as the originals, but instead of the glass being red, they were transparent like any other. Uraume was updating him on the situation, kneeling before him and with their head down. He had both pairs of arms crossed as he imagined how the events had occurred on that strange night.

“I detailed it in the report I sent you the same night of the attack. I don't know why it didn't reach you, my king,” Uraume stuttered nervously, about to burst into tears for having failed in their main task: protecting the castle.

“Surely the messenger you sent was killed by those crows if they are as powerful as you say,” Sukuna theorized. “Do you know the reasoning behind the attack?”

“50 cursed weapons were stolen from the weapons room, my king,” Uraume answered.

“I see.” Sukuna whispered to himself as he looked at the panorama through the glass.

There was a crow flying in the sky in the distance. Crows were a common bird in the area, so the person behind the attack had surely been spying on them for some time. With that information, it would be difficult to find the perpetrators. He already had some hypotheses in mind, but he would have to wait to solve them. Sukuna pricked up his ears as he heard a sob behind him. Uraume was crying softly as they clenched their white kimono, their hands red from the effort to contain themself. He lowered their head to their hands in a sign of mercy.

“I'm sorry I failed you, my king,” Uraume apologized.

“There was nothing you could do.” Sukuna concluded.

“If I hadn't fainted, I swear…” Uraume tried to defend themselves, full of frustration.

“Enough.” The king's word echoed through the hall. “I'm at peace that you only fainted and didn't die like everyone else.”

A warm shock hit Uraume's chest. As soon as they looked up, the king was already kneeling in front of them, with a hand on their albino head to stop them from lamenting what happened.

“I know what you are capable of, and what you can do.” Sukuna reassured them. “So raise your head, we have work to do.”

“If you didn't get my report, why did you bring all those curses?” Uraume asked as they wiped the tears with their loose sleeve.

“This ball isn't going to organize itself.”

“Ball?” Uraume asked, confused.

The night seemed to fall with a desperate slowness, too much to contain your excitement. Each minute felt eternal as you turned on your axis, watching how the wide skirt of your dress fluttered gracefully. You adjusted the top of the outfit for the tenth time, unable to control your nerves. The corset, tight to the chest, enhanced your figure without sacrificing elegance.

Your favorite detail was the sleeves: they fell softly, light, like newly opened petals, adding an ethereal touch to your appearance. The sparkling tiara and delicate diamond necklace caught the light like dewdrops at dawn, completing the illusion of a radiant flower in its full splendor. You felt like a daisy awakening with the first rays of the sun, fresh and dazzling. Sukuna had outdone himself with his choice this time.

There was a knock at the door. “Miss. The ball is about to begin.”

You didn’t recognize the voice, but curiosity drove you to run to the door. As you opened it, an exquisite fragrance enveloped you, stopping you in your tracks. Instead of an unfamiliar face, the first thing you saw were two long rows of white roses and daisies adorning the hallway. The flowers covered everything. They overflowed from the decorative vases, sprouted from the helmets of the armor, and seemed to fill every corner with their fragile splendor. You had never seen so many flowers together, but surprisingly, they were not what completely captured your attention.

At the end of the hallway, the king was waiting for you. His imposing figure was wrapped in an impeccable red kimono; his hair, perfectly coiffed, further enhanced his elegance. In his arms, he carried a huge bouquet of red roses, so large that it seemed made by him and only him. Your heart raced at the sight, and a fleeting thought crossed your mind: “Am I dreaming?”

He approached you, with determined and confident steps, while you remained motionless, trapped in the tangle of emotions that invaded you. You felt like a fool, unable to do anything other than observe him from a distance, trying to process what was happening. The thousands of flowers, the dress, the dance… and him, wearing his most elegant kimono.

“Flies are going to get in.” Sukuna placed a hand under your chin to shut your mouth.

“I don’t understand, my king,” you whispered, confused.

“What don’t you understand?” His hand traveled down your jaw to hold your head under your ear.

“The dance? The dress? All of this? Why? I don’t deserve any of this after what I said back in the Zen’in realm.” You tried to lower your head in sorrow, but he held your head up high so you could look him in the eyes.

“I realized it was my fault that this happened in the first place. I should have protected you on enemy land, but because of my selfish wishes, it drew even more attention to you.” His thumb caressed your cheek tenderly as he looked you straight in the eyes so you knew he was serious. “I’m going to show you now and for the rest of your life that you made the right choice by standing next to me.”

Your pulse was racing so fast that you didn’t know if it was from excitement or a heart attack. Who the hell was this before you, and what had he done with the cursed tyrant? This was more than dreamlike, it was crazy. You thought he would be upset and ignore you more than before you got engaged, but you were glad he didn't. Sukuna placed the large bouquet of roses in your arms, they were so heavy that you almost fell on your back.

"Thank you," you said with your face hidden among the flowers before entering your room to leave the large bouquet on your bed. Any vase would break under the weight.

"Will you do me the great honor of taking you to the ball tonight?" Sukuna offered his hand along with a bow of respect.

"It would be an honor," you took his hand with a big smile on your face.

Sukuna took your hand and pulled it towards him so that your arm was wrapped around his lower arm. They walked through the flower-filled hallway. As they reached the end, you looked back to take one last look before heading to the Great Hall. Sukuna noticed this with curiosity and stopped.

“The flowers will be there when you come back,” he reminded you with a smile, he was glad that you liked it.

“I know, it’s just that it’s a beautiful gesture. I could spend all day admiring them,” you said without taking your eyes off them.

Sukuna gently let go of your arm. You followed him with a confused look as he knelt down in front of the flowers. The king picked out the prettiest daisies with his eyes and pulled them from the bouquets. He placed the flowers in your hair carefully, fitting them between the tiara to make sure they stayed there all night. Sukuna took a moment to scan your body with his penetrating gaze. You never failed to impress him with how good you looked in the pieces he picked out for you. The soft fabric of the dress contrasted with your skin tone, shining like a star in the sky.

“I prefer to admire you all day and all night, because not a million flowers compare to you.” Sukuna took your hand to kiss your knuckles.

“Who are you and what did you do to King Sukuna?” You asked, surprised by his touch.

“I’m all yours.” Sukuna leaned down to kiss your cheek. Your face lit up like a flame. “What’s going on?!” you thought in shock.

“It’s my pleasure to introduce King Sukuna Ryomen and his fiancée, Y/N!” The curse announced their arrival to the Great Hall at the top of their lungs.

The guests, servants, and curses welcomed them with enthusiastic applause, filling the air with vibrant energy. Your face lit up as you took in the scene. Everyone looked elegant, wrapped in fine white clothing, and let themselves be carried away by the joyful music that resonated in the hall. It was almost unreal to witness a celebration where curses and humans lived together in harmony, sharing laughter and moments as if the differences between both worlds had completely disappeared.

Kenjaku masterfully conducted an orchestra made up of curses, whose sounds intertwined in a mesmerizing melody. Meanwhile, Mahito chatted animatedly with an Uraume clearly annoyed by having worked all day. The hall was a spectacle in itself, decorated with an infinity of white flowers that adorned every corner and radiated an ethereal atmosphere. Above the dance floor, the imposing crystal chandeliers cast golden sparkles, elegantly illuminating the couples who moved to the beat of the music.

A new song began to play, and with it came the charming chaos of the servants rushing to find a partner. Mrs. Inoue pulled Mr. Wasuke towards the dance floor, despite his protests of not wanting to abandon his glass of wine. You observed the scene with a wide smile, infected by the collective joy.

From his place, Sukuna gave you a fleeting glance. Noticing how fascinated you were by the spectacle, a light smile curved his lips. Your excitement pleased him. The evening, more than an event for everyone, had been designed especially for you after all.

“May I have this dance?” Sukuna introduced himself with a bow.

“Of course, my king.” You introduced yourself as well.

Sukuna pulled you towards him with a smile on his face. Two of his hands held you tightly by the waist and one of his strong hands slowly intertwined with yours, taking his time to caress every millimeter of your skin. He took the lead immediately. You joined the others on the dance floor. You thought the king would forget his steps or have trouble with the rhythm, but he danced like he was already used to it.

“Your dancing is marvelous,” you complimented before spinning around.

“I had some help,” he looked away. “A lot of help,” he corrected.

You followed his gaze and found Mrs. Inoue, who, with a mischievous smile, gave him a thumbs up. Apparently, she had taken matters into her own hands when she noticed that the king had no idea how to behave around a lady. With her newfound enthusiasm, she had offered him a rush course in etiquette: from how to dance and flirt to the proper way to act chivalrously to impress you on this big night. And boy had she succeeded.

You gave your friend a knowing smile before turning your eyes back to the king, but he was already watching you, his gaze filled with such intense adoration that it made heat rise to your cheeks. Unable to help it, your smile widened, lighting up your face.

The song was coming to an end, and with it the crucial moment was approaching. You felt Sukuna’s hands slide firmly down your back, while the other descended to hold your knee. Your body began to lean towards the ground in an elegant movement, but you couldn’t stop the memories of the last time from flooding over you. The fall was still fresh in your memory, and nerves took over you.

Instinctively, you brought a hand to your shoulder, holding on tightly, prepared in case it happened again. However, something in the security of his grip and the intensity of his gaze gave you a spark of confidence. Maybe this time it would be different.

“I’m not going to let you go.” He whispered to you, reading the worry in your eyes. “I won’t make that mistake again.”

You knew he meant the dance step, but you wished it was more than that. You wanted it to be a lifelong promise. That he would be with you against all odds, through poverty and illness, until death took you from his side. The applause brought you back to reality. Sukuna put your feet back on the ground. You clapped as you glanced at him, wondering what he was thinking. Luckily for you, the same as you.

Mahito quickly approached you as the next song started. “Miss, may I have this piece?” You were about to answer, but the king stepped in.

“Get lost.” Sukuna growled before sending him flying away from the dance floor with a push. A few curses mocked the commander at the sudden occurrence.

“You didn't have to be so harsh, my king.” You sometimes forgot how strong he could be without even trying.

“From now on, I won't let anyone get close to you.”

“Isn't that a bit excessive?” You asked timidly.

“Not when it comes to you,” he said before pulling you towards him again to continue dancing the night away.

The night was still young and this was already the best of your life. You had never felt so happy as that night. You danced the night away to the music, chatted with some curious maids about your trip to the Zen'in kingdom, and drank a few glasses of wine. You were having a great time, but you still needed to apologize to the king, as you had promised Lady Inoue.

“My king, may I have a moment?” You asked, referring to the fact that you could talk in private.

“A lifetime if you want,” he answered confidently. “If he keeps talking like that, I’ll collapse,” you thought, feeling your knees turn to jelly.

You left the great hall and walked towards the bridges that connected the towers, seeking the relief of the cool night air. From there, you could see how the streetlights of the city glowed with a warm light, while the hills of the commune remained plunged in gloom. There was something deeply melancholic in that contrast: such a beautiful place, forced to hide in darkness when it could shine brighter than the city of curses itself.

The castle had its charm, and you couldn’t deny that you had learned to appreciate it. However, that sight reminded you of how much you missed home. Not just the physical place, but what it represented to you: a refuge, an identity, a sense of belonging that now felt distant and almost unattainable.

You hugged yourself, seeking comfort in your own arms as your eyes wandered beyond the streetlights, trying to find something in the distance that would calm the longing that was beating in your chest.

“Are you cold?” Sukuna asked.

He didn’t wait for your answer to take off his haori and placed it over your shoulders, leaving him completely exposed from the waist up. The warmth returned to you as you saw his perfectly carved body. The piece was too big for you, but it protected you from the cold wind that blew through the peak. You thanked him with a smile. Even though you loved the king, you were doing the right thing by acting in the shadows to protect your home from the chaos he was about to unleash.

“I wanted to apologize to you.” You started the conservation, but Sukuna waved his hand at you to stop.

“We can talk about it later. I want you to remember this night as one of the best in your life.”

“Still, it doesn’t seem fair to me. At least let me apologize for the letter, I…”

“Mrs. Inoue already confessed everything.”

“But she didn’t tell you the reason why I did it.” Sukuna raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “I hid from you that I wrote the letter to get revenge for what happened in the greenhouse. It was childish. I’m sorry.” You apologized with your head down.

“Then I’m to blame,” Sukuna declared.

Planning a ball was easy. Getting all the flowers from the open field, too. Manipulating an entire nation, a simple move. Even defeating King Jogo was no big deal. But facing this conversation… That was another story.

His throat closed, stifling the words before they could form. His nails dug into the palms of his hands, a desperate attempt to hold on to where he was standing, to not give in to the impulse to flee. His entire body begged him to stop, that there was still time to turn back, to take refuge again in the facade he had built and perfected for over a thousand years.

Everything was easy, except this. Except looking into your eyes, those eyes that, with a single glance, managed to melt the cold armor he had spent so long forging.

“I hurt you on purpose because…” He blurted out in a small voice. “Just do it, damn it!” he scolded himself. “I’m terrified.”

“You? Terrified?” You blinked a couple of times, confused.

“Every time I’m with you, I feel weak, vulnerable, soft…” He confessed. “But I’ve never felt so alive in my life.”

You gasped as your king knelt in front of you. He took your hand gently, caressing your knuckles with his thumb. His face outlined by the lights of the lanterns combined with the blush of the moon. His rubies didn’t convey that roughness you were used to, but a hope you’d never seen before.

“Every time you touch me, my skin turns to glass. Every time you smile, I melt under your warmth. Every time you look at me… you make me feel human again.”

“Human?!” You opened your eyes wide upon hearing that. How could the king of curses, a giant with four arms and two pairs of eyes, be human? Mahito and Kenjaku seemed more human than him. You wanted to laugh at how absurd it sounded, but his serious face stopped you.

“You are my greatest weakness, but that only makes me strive to be stronger to protect you, my beloved daisy.” Sukuna planted a kiss on your knuckles. “I may be a king, but allow me to serve you for the rest of my life.” His lips ran over each of your fingers until they reached the back.

“I am definitely going to faint” you thought, barely supporting your weight on your heels. Your heart was burning with love for the man at your feet. A year ago you were the one on your knees cleaning his ears, bathing him or letting him step on you for his entertainment. You still couldn't believe how much things had changed.

“It may be late to start, but it's never too late to try again.” Sukuna said before taking a small box out of his pocket.

“I could promise to bring you the moon, the stars and the entire galaxy, but promising those things is too simple. I want to promise you something that no one else can get for you. On this beautiful night, I want to promise you that I will love you like I have not been loved in a thousand years of my life.” Sukuna opened the box to reveal the engagement ring he gave you in the Jogo kingdom. “I am not interested in being the king of curses when I can be your faithful husband.”

“My king…” You sobbed at the beautiful words.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes, a thousand times yes!” You exclaimed before jumping into his arms.

He pulled you against his body, letting a big sigh escape his lips. He held your head against his shoulder as you cried from the euphoria that ran through your body. He smiled to himself as he heard you repeat “yes” in excitement. He placed the shiny ring on your finger.

“I love you, my king,” you said as he wiped away your tears.

“Please call me Sukuna,” he begged.

“I love you, Sukuna,” you repeated.

Hearing his name leave your lips ignited something inside him, a desire he wasn’t willing to ignore. Like a good king, he didn’t waste a second to claim what he wanted. With determination, he took your face in his hands and sealed your lips with a kiss full of passion. His movements were a perfect mix of tenderness and dominance: while his mouth delicately explored yours, his hands, firm on your hips, pulled you tightly towards his body. The need he had repressed for more than a week overflowed in that instant. Every gesture of his spoke of longing and desperation.

The lack of air forced them to separate, but they both smiled, their faces warm and small clouds of steam escaping from their ragged breaths. Sukuna lifted you into his arms with an ease that made you feel light as a feather, and rested his forehead against yours. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck, ready to seek out his lips again.

However, a thunderous round of applause interrupted them. They turned to the large windows of the great hall, and there they were, all the servants and curses, crowded together and watching the spectacle in fascination. Some cheered, others laughed, and in the middle of them, Lady Inoue sobbed uncontrollably, tears of happiness running down her cheeks.

“It’s about time,” Kenjaku complained to Uraume.

“First a ball, now a wedding. Give me a break,” Uraume shook their head.

The night was still young in the Zen’in kingdom. In the dim candlelight, the commander sat at the desk in his room. Naoya was a man of many talents, but there was one in particular that few knew about. With precise movements, he drew fine lines on the paper, outlining the figure of a naked woman, gracefully reclining on an elegant armchair.

His hands detailed each feature: the hair waving softly, the eyes seemed to look beyond the paper, and that smile… That smile that, since the last time he saw her, had disturbed his nights with its dazzling memory. Without realizing it, Naoya had captured in the drawing, every inch of her body, covered only by a sheet that accentuate your silhouette, sensual and delicate.

While he contemplated his work, his imagination transported him to that scene he had created. He saw himself approaching you, slowly, as if afraid of interrupting your peaceful rest on a velvet armchair next to a window from where the warm light of summer bathed the environment inside. With unusual tenderness, he brushed a lock of hair from your face, admiring the perfection of your shapes: the bare breasts, the hypnotic curve of your waist.

Desire began to burn inside him, palpable beneath the silk of his robe. It was then that your eyes slowly opened, still heavy from sleep, and you found him there, so close that you could feel his breathing. Before you could fully react, Naoya caught your lips in a passionate kiss, intense and full of repressed longing.

Your hands, trembling, but firm, slid over his bare chest, exploring every detail under the fine fabric. In a determined gesture, you opened his robe, revealing his arousal, and in that instant, both of you let yourselves be carried away by the inevitable attraction that consumed you.

“Commander…” You moaned on his lips before reaching his cock.

“Commander!” Another voice woke him from sleep.

Naoya screamed when he realized that his cousin, Ranta, had entered his room without permission while he was masturbating. The young man looked at him, perplexed by such a scandal. Naoya closed his leather notebook before closing his robe, completely blushing.

“Who the fuck gave you permission to enter?!” The commander scolded him.

“I knocked on the door like three times, I thought you were asleep,” Ranta defended himself, still confused. It was the first time he saw Naoya so upset and blushing. “Were you perhaps seeing something forbidden?” He mocked him with a hint of morbidity.

“No!” Naoya barked.

“I don’t believe you,” Ranta braced himself.

“I don’t give a shit if you don’t…!” Naoya’s body completely froze mid-sentence under his cousin’s technique. He was in trouble.

Ranta ran to the notebook to discover what his commander was hiding. In it, he found illustrations of landscapes, animals, and some familiar ones, but he stopped at the one he was currently working on.

“Wow… She’s so sexy. Who is she? She looks familiar,” Ranta wondered as he inspected the drawing closely. “Wait… Isn’t that that girl from the ball in the red dress? The maid… What was her name?” Ranta undid his technique.

“Y/n!” Naoya answered before snatching the notebook from him.

“Y/n… Yeah right,” Ranta reminded you. “Do you like her?”

“What? No way. She’s just attractive, that’s all.” Naoya denied having any feelings for you. Rather, he denied it to himself.

“Yeah, right.” Ranta rolled his eyes, knowing that this conversation was going nowhere. “I came by order of the king.”

“The king?” he asked, perplexed.

“Yes. He told me that all of us from The Hei will accompany him to the meeting of allied sorcerers.”

The Hei was an organization made up of the most powerful sorcerers of the Zen’in family, which was led by Naoya. The commander knew King Toji and his wife would go to the meeting of allied sorcerers that takes place every semester in the Gojo Kingdom. What he didn’t understand was why King Toji needed the Hei when only the kings can enter the room.

“We’ll leave in the morning,” Ranta told him.

“Thank you for letting me know.”

“I’m going to sleep, I’ll leave you alone with your drawing.” His cousin scoffed before leaving the room.

“Fuck you,” Naoya muttered before slamming the door shut.

He blew out the candles before finally going to bed. He closed his eyes and there you were in your red dress and unfriendly face. The chances of him seeing you again were painfully slim, but it was for the best. He was a commander, he didn’t need some random maid distracting him. He hit his pillow a few times to get comfortable. He tried to close his eyes again, but there you were again, letting King Gojo kiss you while he watched through a hole in the wall, wishing to take the albino’s place for at least a second.

“Get the fuck out of my head!” Naoya screamed into his pillow in frustration.

The dance had come to an end. The servants rested in their beds, exhausted from the evening, while the curses took their positions of vigilance, silent shadows under the moonlight. In the great hall, the guests of honor still raised glasses of wine, immersed in conversations bathed in laughter and secrets.

Sukuna, with his imposing bearing and confident walk, guided you along the path of flowers that led to your room. The fragrance of the petals, mixed with the night breeze, was a balm that intoxicated the senses. At his side, you felt the world blur into a whisper, and the only reality was his presence.

You could not contain the smile that curved your lips, a mixture of happiness and slight disbelief. The sweet words he had whispered to you during the night still echoed in your mind, warm and tempting, like a promise you could not ignore.

“This was the best night of my life. Thank you so much.” You stood on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, but only reached his jaw.

“I’m glad you had fun. I understand why you like these balls so much.” Sukuna leaned down a little so you could give him a proper kiss on the cheek. “You must be tired from all that dancing. You should go to sleep.”

“I will.” Sukuna opened the door for you.

“Good night, my daisy.” He gave you one last kiss on the lips before leaving. If he stayed one more second, who knows what he was capable of doing to spend the rest of the night with you.

You took a step towards your room, but it felt wrong to enter alone. He was still in the same hallway, but you missed him already. You didn’t want him to leave. You really wanted to thank him for the unforgettable dance he planned for you, but words wouldn’t be enough. You smiled to yourself as you had a terrible idea.

“Sukuna.” The sweetness of his name coming out of your mouth made him stop suddenly. “Could you do me a favor?”

“How may I help you?” he asked as he returned to you.

“Mrs. Inoue surely already went to sleep. Would you help me untie my corset?” you asked timidly.

You took the haori off your shoulders and stepped out of the dress to be left in your corset and petticoat. Sukuna gulped as he saw your exposed skin in front of him. He had seen you naked before, why was he so nervous? This time, he understood what it meant for you to let him see you like that. Beyond love, it was trust.

His hands slowly traveled down your hips until they reached the bow of the corset on your lower back. Goosebumps rose on your skin as you felt his fingers brush the bare skin that peeked out over the petticoat. His hands trembled at the light contact. Now he understood that every touch, caress and feel counted to make you feel. He pulled one of the ribbons to undo the bow with agonizing slowness. He opened the corset little by little while his empty hands ran over your waist that he managed to expose. There was no turning back now.

The corset fell to the floor. Sukuna kissed your neck while his hands molded to your waist and breasts. You gasped as he pulled you towards his burly torso. His giant hands covered your breasts completely, kneading them like a baker in the morning. Your body involuntarily moved towards him. You stroked his pink hair as you opened the opening for him to fully explore your neck.

His thumbs hooked into your slip to pull it down along with your underwear. He caressed your legs on the way down. He cupped your ass and gave it a couple of slaps to watch it bounce. You smiled at the tickling. You kicked the slipway from you before clinging closer to the king with a mischievous smile. Your eyes widened as you felt the large bulge against your ass. You had imagined that since he was big, his member was too. But it was the erection that rubbed against you that was terribly large.

“You know I'm impatient,” Sukuna purred in your ear. “I can't wait until the wedding, tonight I'm going to make you the mother of my children.”

Sukuna carried you over his shoulder. He removed the bouquet of roses from the bed to lay you down on the bed, leaving you at the edge of it. The leftover rose petals tickled your skin. Sukuna knelt in front of you and spread your legs.

“What are you doing?” You moaned as soon as his thumb passed through the wet folds of your vulva.

“Preparing my dinner,” he answered before inserting his index finger.

A moan escaped your lips as soon as he invaded your body. It was intrusive, thick, tight. He slid his finger slowly, going deeper each time. Your flushed face was a work of art, and your moans were the best symphony he had ever heard. His cocks already wanted to escape from his pants, they will have their turn. First, he had to make sure you were wet, as the erotic books dictated. Sukuna reached your breasts to caress your nipples, erect from the cold. He pinched them gently, eliciting a moan from you. You covered your face in embarrassment of him seeing you like this. He moved up to your body and removed your hands that were blocking his sight.

“Let me see you, I want to make sure you like it,” he whispered before kissing your forehead.

He intertwined your fingers with his to keep your hands on the sides of your head. With his bottom hand he played with your nipples and the other one continued to fuck your vagina with two of his fingers. The tongue on his stomach licked your entire pussy, the tip passing directly over your clit. You arched your back as you felt him play with your button. Sukuna noticed and focused on having his tongue licking your clit. The tsunami of sensations was too much, almost unbearable. Sukuna attacked you from all possible sides, without leaving any place untouched. You squeezed your legs against his sides in an attempt to contain your body.

His lips traveled down your neck and down your shoulder. He took one of your breasts in his mouth and licked your nipple in circles. His predatory eyes on you made you feel small and harmless, like a hare in the jaws of a tiger. He continued his journey kissing your abdomen and focusing on your stomach. He held your hips under your legs as he heard your insides moving inside you.

“What do you want to have first? Girl or boy?” Sukuna asked you.

“As long as they’re healthy, I'll be happy.” You pull his hair tenderly.

“But if you could choose.” Sukuna insisted.

“A boy to give you the heir you want so much.”

“A girl could also be my heir. If she's as strong as her mother, I'll be more than happy.” He said before continuing to kiss your thighs.

Even though you were in a situation where you couldn't think of anything else but your carnal needs, you couldn't help but evoke a smile, thinking of Sukuna with his baby in his arms. You had no idea what kind of father your future husband would be, but you were sure he would be a good one, or at least a decent one.

Sukuna snatched you from your domestic thoughts as soon as his mouth infiltrated your vagina. You arched your back as you felt him eat your core like he hadn't had a bite in years. He held your thighs tightly so you wouldn't close up to him. His tongue focused on pressing that button that made you moan louder. Your pussy tasted so good that he didn't want to stop anytime soon.

“'Kuna…” You gasped, holding onto the sheets.

Sukuna smiled against your pussy. It was the first time someone had called him an abbreviation like that. He bit one of your lips carefully to suck it slowly, causing an injection of adrenaline to run through your body.

“I won't last long if you keep going like this…” You admitted.

“You're going to last until I tell you to.” “That’s the king I know” you thought.

Sukuna pulled down his pants, letting out his monstrosity. Or rather, both of his monstrosities. Your mouth dropped in shock. There was no way those things would get inside you. The king approached your body, but you backed away in fear.

“What's wrong?” He asked, confused.

“You're crazy if you think that's going to fit in,” you stammered.

“A baby is going to come out of there, I think it can,” he told you before taking possession of your body.

You swallowed dryly when you saw him on top of you. You were about to defend yourself, but Sukuna shut you up, sliding one of his cocks through the wet folds. You took his arms when you felt how well he molded on you. Sukuna let out a curse from his lips, it felt much better than his hand.

“Be careful. I've been told that the first time hurts,” you whispered, embarrassed.

“Whatever my queen asks for,” he placed a kiss on your forehead to take away your worries.

He took his lower member and slowly introduced it into your intimacy, while the other rested between your lips. It was big, thick, tight. It was abysmal, but it felt so good against your walls. He went all the way in, breaking your walls. A pang made you let out a small tear of pain. Sukuna quickly kissed your tear away.

He slowly moved his hips against you. He growled against your ear at how tight you were. You wrapped around his cock so tightly that he thought he was in heaven even though he deserved hell. He fought with every fiber of his body against his instinct not to move like an animal in heat, he had to make sure you felt good.

The pang of pain was exchanged for a feeling of pleasure and fullness that you had never experienced before. Your fingers ran down his back as you felt every inch and vein against you. Your nipples brushed against his soft pecs, while the tongue on his stomach played with your clit.

Hearing you moan again, Sukuna immediately knew he could keep going. He moved his hips harder to hit your core. You grabbed his hair to pull him against you. A moan escaped his lips at that minimal display of control. Even though he liked to say that you were all his, the truth was that he was all yours without any kind of restriction.

“You’re taking it very well,” Sukuna congratulated you before biting your neck.

“It feels good,” you moaned against his ear.

Sukuna picked up the speed with each thrust. He was getting faster and harder that at some point you thought you were going to break. He took possession of your hips and raised his back to see you from above, an image that used to terrify you, but now excited you.

“God…” You gasped.

“Don't you dare bring another man into this,” he scolded you before giving you a spank that echoed through the room.

You howled in pain, but Sukuna didn't stop. He continued to fuck you with what little he had left. The climax wasn't about to take long. It was hard to hold back with the beautiful sight before him. Your legs spread before him still wearing the heels with small flowers on the ribbons, your breasts bouncing with each rough movement and your face flushed. He bit his lower lip before continuing to fuck you as only he could. The combination of their two wet cocks was too powerful to bear. You clawed at his thighs in an attempt to calm your cravings, but it was no use as you heard your fiancé moan.

“I need to cum,” you whispered.

“Almost there, a few more minutes, my love,” he babbled in ecstasy.

This was definitely not the curse, I mean, the man you were used to. Despite his great muscles, he had a harmless look full of pleasure. He continued to pump your center with firm and fast thrusts until his cock twitched.

“Only you can do this to me, my daisy,” he growled before continuing to fuck you hard.

You arched your back as you felt he had no mercy on your small body. His tip rubbed perfectly against your G-spot making it harder not to cum. You moaned his name over and over again until the expected climax hit your intimacy. Sukuna didn't let you rest until he came in and out of you, leaving your body full of his semen.

You both sighed heavily as if he had finished training. His arms were resting on the sides of your head so as not to crush you. Sukuna kissed your forehead before pulling out of you, leaving a trail of milk at your entrance. He laid down next to you to let you breathe a little, but to his surprise, you hugged his chest tightly.

“That felt really good,” you whispered to him shyly.

“It's something I've wanted to do for a long time,” he confessed with an embarrassed smile.

“Sukuna, what a perverted man you are,” you scolded him with a playful smile.

“Blame your teacher for that. Every time I read his books, I can't help but think of you,” he told you before placing a kiss on your forehead.

Sukuna got out of bed to look for a rag to clean you with. You laid down on the bed with a smile plastered on your face as the king cleaned up his remains from you. Now he was the one cleaning you up. “Oh, the twists and turns of life” you thought amused.

“What are you thinking about?” Sukuna asked you as he saw your face.

“What names can we give our children.” You lied so he wouldn’t feel embarrassed.

“Good, because you’ll choose” Sukuna said before throwing the cloth aside.

“Why not choose them together?” You pouted before he tucked you in.

“Because you’ll be carrying him for nine months. I’ll agree to whatever name you choose.” Sukuna kissed your lips before laying down next to you.

He snuggled into your body. You smiled as you remembered the first time you slept together in his big bed. You were terrified that you would do something wrong while he was sleeping like a cute little kitten. You were going to remind him of that day until you noticed that he had already fallen completely asleep. You kissed his arm before walking with him, as you would do for the rest of your life.

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Punish me (part 2 of 3): Feyd-Rautha’s lessons for virgins

Notes: “Have no fear. I remember you have never been fucked before. No woman leaves my patronage a virgin” he said, sounding deceitfully considerate. “It is not becoming to my name, nor my role as a tutor.”

“You will need to replenish your energy, before we can commence our next lesson” pointing at a new spread of food on the table. He withdrew a chair and allowed you to sit. While you tugged in, he watched you with amusement. You did not try to hide your nakedness, as hunger had overtaken you. He touched the marks he had left on your neck, your shoulder, your hips, causing you to shudder.

Tags: MDNI, Feyd-Rautha is his own trigger warning, manipulative Feyd, talkative Feyd, dominant Feyd, physically imposing Feyd, humiliating Feyd, oral demanding Feyd (as a tool of near-daily conditioning), nutritious black cum giving/weaponizing cum Feyd, food depriving Feyd, attention depriving Feyd, drugging Feyd, dubcon/noncon Feyd, no beta we die like duke leto. The author may actually start to have regrets looking at the tags - I trust I do not need to add ‘dead dove don’t eat’ with all these tags. Tbh, this is absolute fey foul filth no-one should read. Please note additional tags for this chapter: deflowering Feyd, ‘idk what aftercare is’-Feyd, powerplay Feyd, despite all of this still being able to make women (you) horny & cum-Feyd

Word count: 6k

Link to Punish me (part 1 of 3) – learning how to succumb to Feyd-Rautha’s process of redemption

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The na-Baron did not bring a basket, yet you stayed on your knees. You took what he had to give to you. He replenished your thirst, he gave you a bit of energy. Whether it was due to the nutritional properties of his cum or due to nourishing properties of his approval, you did not know. Perhaps both.

And you were rewarded for it, as he took you to a nearby room, where a table was set up with a wide array of foods.

“Before you can sit here, I need to wash you. You have started to smell foul” he said, with a diminishing voice and disdain on his face. It felt like a slap in your face, as you had done your best to keep clean using the tools you had been familiar with.

He brought you to his private bathroom, where a small bowl with water stood on a counter.

“Strip” he ordered, “for me” was added with desire in his voice.

You could not remember the last time a man had seen you fully unclothed. Combined with additional shame he had just introduced and the suggestion of lustfulness, you were fearful.

“My lord… if I may. You have been so benevolent in your gracious hospitality. I would not want to burden you. Please let me clean myself, while you take a moment to rest” you tried to argue. “Please.”

He must have heard the panic in your voice. The tremble. He must have seen the vibrations in your limbs, as he grabbed you by your hair and violently pushed you with your chest against the wall: “never. Never do that again. Never contradict me” he nearly burned in your ear. You could feel the spit flowing from his mouth to the side of your head.

With his free hand he grabbed a knife from his belt and pushed it against the seam of your trousers. It did not take a lot of effort to have it fall down in pieces to your ankles. You heard his knife be sheathed in his belt again, as he dragged you to the counter and forced you to extend your arms by placing your hands on it.

With this foot he motioned you to spread your legs apart, exposing you in all your vulnerability to him.

You had no clue what he was about to do, but you were already regretting your attempt to maintain your honour.

An open hand adjourned with rings found your buttock in full speed. And another. And another. Between slaps he spoke: “never”, “ever”, “contradict”, “ME”, “again”, “if”, “you”, “want”, “a”, “chance”, “for”, “salvation.” For good measure, a few were added.

Your knees trembled from pain. Your skin must have been opened by now. You wanted to curl up like a little ball. But he did not allow you: “stay still. You have lost your privilege to undress yourself.” His knife cut through your remaining clothes like butter.

Bend over in front of him, you stood there. Naked. Vulnerable. Hurt.

He grabbed a scrubbing cloth, dipped it in the water, and started to work on you. He pushed hard. Harder than necessary. Your entire skin started to feel tender, while your buttocks felt like they were on fire as he subjected them to this cleansing.

By the time he had done nearly your entire body, only your nether regions - still on full display - were left. He had even taken the time to cleanse your hair.

“Hmm” he muttered. “Shall I use the same scrub on your pussy?” Moving up to your head, he grabbed your hair to have you face him: “what shall I do? Have you learned your lesson already, or not?” His face was dark.

“Yes sir, lord Harkonnen. Please. Yes, I have learned your lessons. Please don’t use it there” you pleaded desperately.

“But how do I know you will remember your lesson?” as he gripped your skull with more force.

“Please, please na-Baron, please” as your face started to transform with the desire to cry. “Please” you pleaded again. “I cannot take it. It is too much. Too painful.”

“Hmm” he muttered again. “I am still not done. But I am getting hungry. Let me finish cleaning you quickly.”

Relief washed over you as he removed the scrub and threw it in the sink. Only then did you realise that you did not know what he would use as replacement. But you would find out soon enough.

He dipped his hand into the bowl, made a little cup and brought the water to your pussy. He started to wash it, quite delicately. Over your hilt, in the loins, on the outside of your folds. He repeated this a few times. It was a relief from the harsh touches you had undergone. It cooled you off. It deflected your attention. Your body, treacherously full of desire to live, bucked against his hand, ever so slightly.

“Impatient little cunt you have” the observant man replied nearly immediately, having caught the smallest of movements. “Don’t worry, I will come to you shortly, as he abruptly pushed one finger inside of you.

A squeal escaped you again. “Have no fear. I remember you have never been fucked before. No woman leaves my patronage a virgin” he said, sounding deceitfully considerate. “It is not becoming to my name, nor my role as a tutor.” He laughed: “what would my subjects think?”

You were biting your tongue not to say: ‘like you care what we think.’

He removed his finger with a curled motion, to bring his hand to the bowl again and collect more water. Now he started to clean your inner folds, his fingers hovering over your entrance repeatedly.

Your body started to take over from your stubborn mind, as you let your head fall down and a moan escaped.

“Hmm” he muttered. “Is my little Fremen guest already eager enough to attend this lesson from me?” as his fingers continued to work near your core. “Tell me. What is it you want?”

The feeling of hunger and thirst, combined with the humiliation, had left your mind going astray. It was increasingly difficult to fully comprehend what was going on, causing you to think less and respond purely based on your initial feelings.

“Whatever pleases you, my lord” was your response to his ministrations.

“That is the only right answer. You are starting to learn” he said, as he was petting your hurt behind. “But I still sense dirt within you. I will clean the impurity” he responded.

He grabbed another scoop of water, and repeated the cleansing. But now, every time a finger would pass your entrance, it would dip in ever so slightly. Every time just a bit deeper. Soon, another finger was joined. Showing you how, ever so softly, you could be opened, you could be set to welcome him, knowing his size would be difficult to adapt to.

“You are clean enough. Come” he ordered, as he led you back to his bedroom, still undressed.

“Here,” he pointed at his bed which consisted of canopy held up by four pillars. You obeyed and stood next to the bed. “Wrap your arms around this pole” he instructed. As you complied, rope came from from under the bed, which was used to tie your hands together and connect them to a fixed ring. You did not know what he was up to, as he had just said he wanted to eat, but you did not have the capacity to deal with more pain.

“You will stand here, while I eat” he presented as a mere fact. No consideration for you, and your hunger, which did not surprise you anymore.

As he ate, facing you, you were left to stand there. Stripped from your modesty. No place to hide. Exposed. Uncovered. Afraid.

You had hope, deep inside of you, that as long as you did not rub him in the wrong way, he would come to give you something as additional nourishment.

But he did not. He ate slowly. Deliberately very slow. He made sure you saw him eat. He made sure that you knew he was looking at you. Looking at you with the pry of a predator when game has caught its eye. Looking at you, with eyes spitting the defiling filth he was planning on laying onto you.

The hunger made place for fear. You knew what he was capable was in this very room. You had heard the sounds, and you did not want to follow in those footsteps. You wanted to live.

Once you had embraced that notion, it somehow set you free. It allowed you to reimagine his foul gaze into a token of unencumbered attention for you. You recalled how your mind had ventured to explore what he would be hiding under his robes. And perhaps now was the moment you would find out.

This shift in your state of mind must have had an impact on how your body presented itself, as he growled, again observant as he could be: “it seems like you are more than ready. You are eager. I believe you want me to fuck you, don’t you, little warrior?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Yes, what?” he asked menacingly.

“I am dying to be fucked by you, if it befits you, my lord Harkonnen.”

“Hmm” he moaned, “that’s better.” As he took a few steps towards you, he continued: “do you recall what I told you?”

“I am not sure, my lord?” you said, with slight angst in your voice, as he now stood just behind you, with his hands on your hips. You tried to look at him, but he was out of the reach of your neck.

“Once I fuck you, once I take you, you may call me by my given name. But only then. And may I remind you that this is not a suggestion.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Come” as he pulled your hips back while you leaned against the pole. “Spread” as he pushed his knee between your legs to make room for him.

You had started to drip. Your body had been preparing you for this very moment.

He kneeled down behind you, facing your core. While he opened the buttons to his skirt, he observed: “your pussy is beautiful, and is already glistening with moisture. This was prepared using the cum I gave you.” He threw the fabric covering the bottom half of his body on the bed, as he pushed two fingers in you. “So moist. You are desperate for me. I even feel you pulsing on my fingers.”

As he curled his fingers, you arched your back inwards a bit more, exposing yourself a bit more.

“So fucking needy” as he withdrew his fingers and removed his trousers, which he kicked out of the way. “So fucking desperate to have me. Even more than that little mouth of yours” as he thrusted him inside of you. “It does not matter how badly I treat you, your body will betray you” he said in a moment of surprising honesty. Opening you with force. It would have hurt considerably more if your mind and body would not have started to prepare for him already.

“So wet, yet so tight. Even tighter than your throat. Tighter and wetter” he huffed as he kept on opening you further and further, wider and deeper.

“I am feeling how your narrow cunt is wrapping itself around me, clenching itself. You are ready to come already, aren’t you, little student?” while he grabbed your hair to expose your neck to his tongue.

“Yes” you moaned, “yes, my lord Harkonnen.”

These words had not left your mouth, or he had already slapped your still tender butt.

“Feyd-Rautha, Feyd-Rautha, I apologise” as a wall of pleasure came over you.

“Your first orgasm. Reached through pain invoked by my hand. How adorable” as he bit your neck while removing himself from you.

The na-Baron wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you onto the bed, still tied to the pole. There, you were leaning on the rope that was connected to the ring, now with your shoulder against the pole and your knees on the bed. He positioned you in front of him, guiding you to the right height while holding on to your hips, so that he could continue to take you.

With the pillar holding you tight, you could not move anymore. Every push he gave drove you against it, removing any buffer that you had to reduce the depth of his thrusts. This position allowed him to go deeper than before. You tried to tilt your hips to remove some of the length, but you slapped you again: “you will take everything I give you. Every centimetre, and you will thank me for it, woman” he rumbled.

“Yes, lord… Feyd-Rautha, yes. Thank you… for your… consideration” you spoke between thrusts, as each one left you breathless and unable to speak.

Your eyes turned in their sockets. You had no place to escape. No place to leave. He was in total control of what he was doing and what you were experiencing. He knew what he was doing. He knew the pleasures he was bringing. He knew that how he tilted his hips, the angle with which he drove himself into your core, would inevitably lead to another peak.

“Let yourself go. Trust me” he whispered. “Trust me. Submit to me. Give yourself to me” he continued to whisper. The intensity of the thrusts increased; he wanted to sheath himself in you entirely. You had nowhere to go. No rescue. You would give him what he wanted. Your body took over from your mind; his relentless fucking extending the length of your wave.

“Fuck, you are so tight. Even after everything I gave you, you still hold me so well” he moaned. He drove himself deep inside of you a few last times - everything he needed before he spilled himself inside of you, again.

Falling over you, his mouth reached your ear: “you are delightful. Even if you do not learn that quickly, you are a good fuck. For a virgin.”

Leaving you to contemplate whether this was a compliment or an insult wrapped as one, he removed himself from you and fell back on his bed, leaving you to your own devices. Within seconds he was asleep, while you were left in an uncomfortable position, still bearing everything to the world, but now with black cum leaking from your tenderised puffy pussy. Emotions raging through your head on what just had happened, the silence gave you some time to contemplate.

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Later that night, you were placed in your room again. Having been exposed for so long, you covered your nether region and your breasts with both hands, hurling your shoulders together. You felt his semen continue to drip down your legs and wanted nothing more than to clean yourself and lay down to rest your body.

You were removed from the relative comfort of your own mind by his harsh tone: “is this how you show your gratitude, girl?” he spoke with a tone bearing the equivalent of lashes on your body as your back was still facing him.

You turned around, fell down to your knees and touched the ground multiple times with your forehead. “Thank you for defiling me, for taking the time to purify me, lord na-Baron” you said, while looking up to him, with hunger in your eyes. Begging him without words. He threw the remaining part of the space apple, which he was eating as he brought you back, onto your lap. “I was not planning on giving this to you, but you redeemed yourself a little bit” after which he closed the door.

That night you were sent back to your room without any clothes nor any extra food, but somehow you still felt fulfilled.

It was difficult to find sleep, wrapping yourself in the sheets of your bed, your mind reliving all the events, all the mistakes and the experiences gained.

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The next day he visited you again. The ritual repeated itself.

After it, he brought you to his bedroom again, sans sheets. “You will need to replenish your energy, before we can commence our next lesson” pointing at a new spread of food on the table. He withdrew a chair and allowed you to sit. While you tugged in, he watched you with amusement. You did not try to hide your nakedness, as hunger had overtaken you. He touched the marks he had left on your neck, your shoulder, your hips, causing you to shudder.

You did not question him, you did not ask him what was to come, even if dread started to cement in your bones with each of his touches. You were still sore on the inside and outside from yesterday.

It had taken mere weeks for you to succumb.

“Yesterday, I went easy on you. Today. I won’t” he huffed, as you took your last bite.

You looked up at him with fear in your eyes.

“You would be disappointed if I would do anything else” he said with a soft voice. “Wouldn’t you?” as he pushed some hair behind your ears. “Hmm, wouldn’t you?”

You were too afraid to answer. But also too afraid to not answer. “I don’t know, my lord. I am afraid” you said truthfully.

“A surprising good answer, little one” as he caressed your hair. Despite your eyes being averted to the table, you felt him target you as if you were prey. “I like my Fremen scared for me. Men and women. All of them. I like all my subjects afraid of me.”

He saw you tensing up, and it delighted him. “What shall I do to you? You came so beautifully yesterday. Shall we see how often you can come until you die from coming too often?”

You squealed and looked at him with pure terror in your eyes.

“Or maybe just until you pass out. I don’t know whether you can come, knowing I want to fuck you to death. In my experience not a lot of women can deal with that, although those from Giedi Prime are better placed than those from this planet. I believe the upbringing here is just a bit too... soft, I would say. You Fremen lack a certain level of ruthlessness. You do not face reality. You are too committed to life and fail to see how death is part of it. You have not embraced death at all. While, it is just another step in life. A reset. A way of absolution for the past.”

You were left speechless. Part of you wanted to shout: ‘yes, because of all the hurt and torture you bring, it is fucking salvation.’ But you wisely kept that to yourself. You had no idea how this would end. If anything would end.

“Now, stand up and lay near the head of the bed. I am pleased with my marks on your neck, but I need to see those I left elsewhere.”

With a heavy heart you stood up and complied. There was no other option.

You heard his chair move, but you could not hear his footsteps. He had a way of walking silently if he wanted to, allowing him to attack whenever he wanted. You shuttered at the thought, you toes clenching while keeping your arms close to your torso.

However, where you had expected him to strike, push himself in your still sensitive pussy, or at least inflict some other form of pain, it appeared he had surprised you again. You felt his calloused hands softly petting the wounds on your behind. “It is so pretty. My marks on your body. Here, let me put some cream on that will help you heal quicker” he offered.

You tried to look up, but could not see him well. It looked like his face adorned with a grin, but that could not be the case as he sounded so understanding.

A bottle was opened, liquid was spread between his hands. He straddled you by sitting on your back, facing your feet. “This will only sting a little” he said to your surprise, simultaneously placing both hands on your buttocks.

‘Sting a little’ was an understatement. It burned. It felt like flesh was burning of your bones. You tried to buck, to get your behind away from his hands, to push yourself up and remove him, but his weight was positioned too well and you were too weakened to allow you to do that. He knew what he was doing. He was punishing you again.

“My lord, what have I done to deserve this? It hurts so much. Why? What have I done? Please, please, make it stop” you screamed.

He laughed, a sound so evil. “Don’t worry my dear. You look so beautiful with these injuries. I want you to remember me forever. To have a token of my mentorship. I want anyone who ever fucks you - if there will ever be another - to be forced to ask about this, to learn about me, to think about me, to know I was your first, to acknowledge that they will never fuck you as good as I did. That is a lesson you will learn, don’t worry. We still have time” as he spread the liquid over your wounds. “This potion will allow precious scars to develop.”

Pain had taken over, causing you to jerk your body involuntarily.

“Hush hush, it will only take a few moments. The pain will subdue, and you will be left with a glorious reminder” he said, almost sounding like he meant it. “Hush hush.”

Somehow, it was true. Slowly the stings reduced in intensity. In the back of your mind, you could not help but think he would not be doing this if he were to dispose of you and feed you to these so-called ‘darlings’ anytime soon. Another thought that shot through your head is that he may have been doing this to send a signal to any new joiners behind the closed adjacent doors.

“Now, where were we?” he asked.

A rhetorical question, you presumed.

You presumed incorrectly, as he hit you on the sensitive skin still trying to heal: “you will answer me when I ask a question” he growled.

“My lord. Uhm…” trying to gather your mind. “I believe you said you fuck me until the many orgasms would overtake my mind and render me unconscious” you responded with dread in your voice.

“That sounds about right. Turn around and spread your legs” he ordered. You complied. You always complied. “Let me see. How has your pussy been recouping from yesterday?” He went out to investigate the remnants of his own doings, his fingers pushing your outer folds apart, while he had placed himself on his sculpted torso in front of you. As you looked down on him, you saw him deliberately move his head in between your legs. Spreading them a bit wider to allow him the space to verify what he had left with the most sensitive part of his own body: his lips. A tongue ventured to observe to his insensitivities of the day before. It tended to all your folds, his saliva holding nourishing properties. Everything this man had to spill, apart from his harsh words, provided and replenished.

“You still hold me inside of you. I can still taste myself. Well done. The longer I stay in you, the better you can absorb me” were words of affirmation left his mouth, rebuilding your mind. “Let me heal you. You took quite a hit yesterday” he spoke, somehow sounding surprisingly sympathetic. Soon, after you spread your legs even further, his tongue found his way into you, while his lips removed the remnants of last night. You started to moan in response to his pioneering. The repetitive sucking, blowing and thrusting motions of this relentless man soon brought you to your first high of the day. The liquid you provided in response was devoured.

He placed his hands on your thighs to push them onto his still covered shoulders, as he threw himself in there again, his teeth gracing the most sensitive of your skin, grabbing and tugging whatever he could get his hands on. He pushed his tongue in further, causing you to grab the sheets and buck into his face. He sucked without forgiveness. He bit the most tender parts of your tender parts. A sensory overload causing you to inevitably arch your spine to seek relief. But he would not allow you. By now you knew that you would end up feeling much more worn than from the night before.

The lord na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen was now focussed on just one thing: making you come so often you would faint.

By itself, your body decided it might just as well succumb to it, as this man was not known to fail.

Your legs could no longer hold it and wrapped themselves around his head as he continued to lapse and caress. Your height was imminent.

Or so you thought. Just as you were about to come, he closed his mouth and wrestled himself out of your grip. You scooted straight up, leaning on your elbows, to look at him with a defying combination of discontent and loss.

“When you arrived you nearly choked on the idea that I would fuck you. Yesterday, you tried your best to hide from me. What will it be today, little greedy Fremen toy? What will it be today?” he grimaced, baring his black teeth which were laced with your white liquid.

Doubt hit your mind on how to respond.

Doubt left your mind as you saw him lick his lips.

You knew.

You knew he needed you at this very moment just as much as you needed him.

So, you decided to play a little game. “My lord – you are not fucking me now so I will address you like this – my lord. I may prefer to be left trying to hide from you” with a smirk of you own.” To make your point, you closed your legs.

“Hmm, someone is getting a little insolent, I see” as he grabbed your knees and pushed them as far as he could. “Nobody keeps me away from this liquid if I desire it. Nobody prohibits me from any cunt I desire” diving into your pussy again.

The moment of rest intensified the inevitable orgasm, as you grabbed his bold head and tried to push it as deep as possible against your folds. He permitted you.

After you rode your waive, he lapsed one last time deep inside of you to collect whatever he could get, pushing one finger in to gather more. Sitting up straight, he made a display of sucking his finger and his lips.

He scooted back, off the bed, leaving you to wonder what would happen next.

“Keep your legs open” he growled, as he saw a first twitch in your thigh indicating what he wanted to prevent. “This entire night you will not cover my sight on your delightful cunt.”

“Yes, my lord” you said faithfully.

Standing at the end of the bed, he dropped his clothes with a smooth motion. You could not help but stare. This was the first time you saw him fully uncovered. He was magnificent. Not a place on his body left unsculpted. Not a scar on his frame. A single shade of paleness wrapping him. His potency proven by the gravity defying angle his cock was standing in.

Wrapping his hand around himself, he gave a few thrusts, while carrying a face with a sinister look on it. Why, you would never know. It only made him bigger and more difficult to accommodate. But accommodating, that is what you would be doing this night.

His knees hit the bed, slowly he moved towards you. Instinctively you scooted back. Your eyes must have flared up in fright as he suddenly lunged at you, grabbed your feet and dragged your body to be under his.

Him towering over you, he found your neck to bite while his legs found their place between yours. His tip found your entrance, causing you to gasp in anticipation for the thrust. The deep thrust. The painful thrust.

But again, the actions of this man would not be predicted. He just lingered there, ever so deliberately moving not further than perhaps a centimetre or so, and moving out again. He was hard enough to be able to hold himself, as his thumbs tilted your jaw to expose you.

Entering you ever so slightly, and exiting again. Not finding the entrance ever time, gracing your most sensitive bud in the process. Every now and then suggesting to thrust, hard, only to stroke your folds, find a path between them. He was in total control, over himself and everything around him.

Soon, he had found a rhythm that worked for you, and sticked to that rhythm. Unyielding. He would not give up until you had given him another peak. The necessary lubricant being supplied by your pussy, spread through the few small entrances he made, you would soon be gifting him what he desired, as you bucked and pushed yourself against him, feeling your folds surrounding his warm length.

He raised himself a little, to look down at you. Touching your hair, whispering in your ear: “you are so pretty if you do as I say.”

You huffed and bit your tongue. A response he accepted, considering how he now did what you had expected earlier. You squealed, knowing the persons behind the other doors would be able to hear you. You bucked your hips, as he tilted you just slightly. You wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck as you started to breath heavily into him. He knew how to bring you to another high with just a few well-placed powerful thrusts.

Having heard the dreadful stories of your Fremen sisters speaking about how their man could not bring them pleasure, you started to understand why he was being so boastful about his skills.

“You still have so much energy left in you. I first need to drain that” as he replaced his cock with his fingers inside of you and the thrashing balls with his tongue. It was too sensitive. You tried to push him away, but he was not having it. “Submit yourself to the pleasure” as he curled his fingers to find the spot deep inside of you to bring you yet another orgasm.

You just wanted to lay down, recoup. Fall asleep in this soft bed. But it was not up to you to decide. He grabbed you by the side and toppled you over, grabbed your breasts and pulled you to sit on your knees. “Hold on to the head of the bed” as he spread your legs, grabbed himself and pushed himself inside of you.

Obscenities left your mouth. Involuntary profanities. He was deep inside of you, filling you completely. Touching every sensitive part. While holding on for dear life, you knew he was still not going at full power nor speed. You felt his hips slam against your buttocks. You wanted to cry. You wanted to fall down. You wanted to sleep. You wanted to rest. You wanted to have all the impulses removed. You wanted him to go away yet never leave you.

He moved his hands from your breasts to your pussy where he could feel himself inside of you. They moved to your shoulders as he kept you in place. He did not even move that much; the depth ranged from deep to very deep. It was one plateau of height, where you could not recognise the beginning nor the end.

You were done. You had already been done for a while. But he wasn’t. He had not yet reached any of his goals.

The grip to the board diminishing, you faltered. You fell to your chest as your hands were not stable enough to catch you. He continued. He did not miss a beat, as he continued to thrust into you.

Your legs were wasted, not providing enough counterweight to his actions, and soon you lay on your stomach, where he continued. Not changing his speed or the power behind his movements. Monotone, directly touching the buds of pleasure you held within your core.

He continued. And continued. And continued. Over and over and over again. Your walls clenching around him as he continued. More resilient than your mind was. It was still all a new experience, yet you started to fail to register what was happening.

Whether it was due to the continuous high, the repeated pushes on your body digging your face deeper into the matrass preventing you from breathing deeply, or simply being overcome by everything that had happened over the last weeks. You did not know.

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You did know, after you woke up, that you were back in your room, which was tidied up. New bedding was placed, more food was put on the table and a fresh set of clothes, several even, were placed on one of the chairs. You even found some books placed next to the bed.

You were wearing clothes. Clothes were nothing like you had worn before. But you recognised from the first day you set foot into this palace that this was what Harkonnen servants wore.

Your fold were sensitive and wet. Your fingers showing proof of the na-Baron having reached his own high deep inside of you.

Many rewards were bestowed upon you. Apparently, you had pleased him.

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Over the coming weeks you were kept in the room, only to be released when he took you to his own bedroom. After such trips, you would find your room cleaned up, food and drinks refilled, and sometimes you would get new books or even a game to play. Never though, not once, did you notice any person slipping into your room.

He would not visit you every day, but every time he did, the same process ensued: you emptied him on your knees and he rewarded you. Either with food, a cleanse, a fuck, or even a mere conversation. Food would never be presented without you having seen him. Subconsciously you started to associate his presence and satisfaction with your survival.

You basked in each reward.

Seeing him train was even a gift. Even hearing sloppy sounds and sounds of pain and death coming from his room gave you positive feelings, as you knew he meant to send a message to you. He was thinking of you.

The days that you did not see him, the nights, they were dark. The days graced by his presence were light.

Time started to pass in a blur.

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One night, the na-Baron came into your room, slow enough to allow you to present yourself in the desired position.

“Today, I have a gift for you, if you obey nicely. Perhaps a few” he spoke. You smiled with anticipation, as he uncovered his cock and presented it to you to lick.

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[Link to chapter 3 / 3 - Punish me (part 3 of 3): the story on how you became one of Feyd-Rautha’s concubines]

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koenigami · 1 year ago

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tags : fem!reader, fluff, little angsty because pining wrio scared of being vulnerable a/n: happy birthday to juicy buttocks man 🩶

WRIOTHESLEY didn’t get the chance to experience copious amounts of love throughout his life. And the little that he received, he’s not sure if any of it was ever real. Whether his foster parents’ I love yous were ever uttered with sincerity, he will never know. Even if he could, he probably would not care, because the things that they made him feel were real, even if only temporarily.

But the things that you are able to ignite inside him- they’re terrifying him. Yes, good ol’ Wriothesley being scared. Not something that you get to see quite often, right? But it’s true. Because everywhere he goes; you’re there. While taking a lazy stroll through the Fortress of Meropide to ensure its order, Wriothesley seems to look for you in every nook and crevice of it. Your smile, your eyes, the sound of your voice. In every room that he steps, he seems to find glimpses of you. It gets worse when he realises that he cannot think straight anymore. Signing documents and reading through reports, simple and almost daily tasks for him, all of a sudden feel like hard manual labour. All due to one single person invading his thoughts and not letting go of him.

It’s a day like any other when you visit him, unloading another pile of paperwork for him on his desk, yet what you don’t expect is the sudden proximity between the both of you when he suddenly stands right in front of you. Your forehead wrinkles slightly in worry, noticing his scowl and ragged breaths. “Wriothesley-” “Get out.” Your eyebrows lift questioningly. Taking a step back, you wonder what might have led to his sudden request and rude demeanour as you’ve been getting along more than well the last few weeks. So well that you thought there might actually be something between you-

Warmth envelopes your wrist once you attempt to take the staircase, vainly trying to fulfil his wish, not even wanting to question it, only for him to pull you back. “Here.” with a gentleness that you haven’t gotten the chance to witness from him before, he guides your hand up to his head, lightly tapping the pads of your fingers against his temple. “Get out of here.” It’s only now that his tired looks become more evident. Wriothesley is desperate. He can’t hire someone to solve this problem for him, there is no one who can deal with this mess inside his head and heart except himself.

“I would, if that is what you truly wished for.” you sigh, gracing him with that soft smile of yours before letting your hand settle on his cheek. Delicately, you trace the light stubble along his jaw with your thumb and Wriothesley, for the first time in forever, feels weak. “But the issue is that you won’t let me go.”

And Wriothesley recognises that resisting these feelings, fighting against himself; all of it is futile. Sometimes the remedy can be worse than the disease, so letting you go without confessing his devotion to you would only torment him further. Gingerly, as if assessing whether his next move would scare you off, he leans his forehead against your shoulder and buries his face into the crook of your neck. Like a child seeking warmth and comfort in its mother’s bosom. And you let him.

Embracing him and placing a hand on the nape of his neck, playing with his messy strands of hair, you ask softly, “Does the prospect of loving me seem that unpleasant to you?”

That’s not it. And he’s sure you know that too but are merely trying to tease him in order to lighten the situation. It’s the fear of not being good enough, not being able to love you the way you deserve it, not being able to protect you from any possible harm, or even from himself. It’s the fear of causing you pain and sorrow instead of providing you with a happily ever after.

He gulps audibly before lifting his head to look at you again, despite the lighthearted grin that he flashes you, his face carries a desolate expression.

“Sweetheart, I’m not a man worth-”

“You truly are a scumbag, Wriothesley. You know that?” As always, you manage to leave him speechless but despite your insult, he leans back into you when you lift one of his hands and place it on your cheek. Your silky and soft skin a contrast in comparison to his rough and scarred self. “I think I should be the one to judge whether you’re worth it or not. Don’t you think so too?”

With a defeated sigh, Wriothesley can only nod before he leans his forehead against yours. Resisting you is hard but opposing you? Impossible. That's why he lets you see past the cool and cocky walls that he has built up since his adolescence. Like a newborn lamb on shaky legs, ready to fall and get back up again, he allows himself to indulge in this newfound situation of defencelessness.

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ʏʜ|ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ(ᴍ)

ʀᴀɢᴏɴ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ x ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 3.2ᴋ

"!!!"Despite the torment and the pain of your body , you dare not make a sound, fearing that the person on top of you will insert even more forcefully into you. No matter how many times you have made love with Yunho, you still can't get used to his size. How can a human take a dragon's cock? Your nominal husband, Yunho, is a dragon hybrid, tall and strong, much more powerful than the average human. And you, petite and fragile, are like a delicate flower, a stark contrast to Yunho's imposing figure.

"Fuck..." You bite your lips tightly, and a hint of crimson seeps out due to the exertion. Your eyes tightly shut, tears streaming down your face, wetting the pillow. His big, thick, and long cock ravages your genitals, as if each thrust requires all his strength to penetrate as deep as possible.

He snaps your ass without any mercy, driven solely by his endless lust and desire for satisfaction. You are nothing more than his tool for releasing his carnal desires, without any love or affection.

Because humans are his least favorite beings.

"It's not enough. I need it deeper." Your right leg is lifted onto his shoulder, allowing him to penetrate even deeper, causing you even more pain. You feel as if your lower body is being torn apart, the pain spreading throughout your entire being. It's like experiencing silent torture.

"Yunho..." You somehow find the confidence to believe that if you plead a little, the man on top of you will stop.

"Stop calling my name, you slut." He slaps your buttocks with such force that a clear red mark is left on your skin.

"I'm sorry..." "Stop speaking." Slap, again, harshly. The pain makes you feel every cell in your body trembling, fingertips digging deep into the palms, leaving behind red marks.

"Does it hurt? Good, remember the consequences of angering a dragon!" He thrusts into your cunt at an inhuman pace, continuously slapping your ass with great force, intensifying the burning sensation.

Unable to endure the pain any longer, you burst into tears, uncontrollable streams running down your face, wetting your swollen eyes. Your pitiful moans and choked sobs irritate Yunho, his large hand climbing up your neck, squeezing your throat, preventing any sound from escaping.

Your breathing becomes difficult, a sense of suffocation overwhelms you, your chest tightens. Alongside the pain in your lower body, your face turns pale, beads of sweat forming on your forehead.

Your consciousness is already blurred, feeling like you could lose consciousness at any moment and pass out. After several thrusts, a warm flow suddenly fills your lower body, followed by a coolness and the release of the pressure on your neck.

The sexual encounter has finally come to an end. You no longer have the strength to get out of bed and clean yourself. All you can do is cry incessantly and take deep breaths, hoping the pain in your body dissipates quickly.

Yunho, who had already dressed himself, returns to his own room without a backward glance. You slowly turn around, your body soaked in sweat, shivering from the sudden chill. You hug the blanket tightly, not letting the warmth escape.

"Knock-knock." The sound of a knock brings you back to your senses, and you see the maid handing you a bowl of medicinal soup.

"Miss Y/N, this is contraceptive soup. Please drink it as soon as possible." You struggle to sit up, gulp down the soup, then lie back down, reflecting on the past.

You never thought you would be used as a bargaining chip and married off to Yunho. You once naively believed that you would meet your true love and spend the rest of eternity with the person you loved.

But everything changed because of the war several years ago. You were married off to the dreaded dragon race, living a life worse than death every day, silently enduring all the pain because of your status as a princess.

Humans and dragons are incompatible, and the two races have engaged in multiple wars over resources and territory. These terrible wars left a horrifying shadow in Yunho's heart, as his parents were killed by humans.

He remembers vividly the screams that rose and fell that day, and the countless corpses strewn across the battlefield.

The war ended through a political marriage, despite Yunho's unwillingness, but there was no other choice. He channeled all his hatred for humans onto you, without any mercy or care. In his eyes, you are nothing more than a tool to be used during his mating season.

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The sunlight falls on your face as you slowly open your eyes, but you don't feel a hint of warmth. Everyone looks at you with indifference, no one likes you.

You are like an emotionless robot, repeating the same tasks every day - getting ready, changing clothes, eating breakfast... and then waiting for night to come. His mating season usually lasts for five to ten days, and the only thing you can do is hope it ends as soon as possible.

Today is the fifth day, if you are lucky enough, as long as you get through today, you can be temporarily "free".

The evening arrives faster than you expected. You have already prepared and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to finish work and come at exactly eight o'clock. This rule hasn't changed since you got married.

You stare at the clock blankly, and in the blink of an eye, it's already half past eight. This unexpected lateness leaves you puzzled. Could it be that the mating season is over? You feel a glimmer of hope, but at the same time, you dare not expect too much, afraid that the bigger the hope, the bigger the disappointment.

However, the result is not what you wished for. The knocking on the door shattered your illusion.

"Miss Y/N, Mr. Jeong wants you to go to his room." Your eyes that still had hope instantly became helpless and disappointed, and your lips no longer smiled.

"Mr. Jeong wants you to deliver medicine for him."

The maid handed you a tray with a bowl of medicinal soup. Is he sick? You find it strange because he was perfectly fine yesterday. And, how can he, who hates you so much, ask you to deliver medicine? Isn't he afraid you will poison it? With a belly full of doubts, you took the tray because there was simply no choice to refuse.

Carefully opening the door, you find the room unusually dark, and in the distance, you can hear a sinister moaning. You dare not take a step forward and want to leave and ask what's going on, but you hear the sound of the door being locked.

"What...?!" Are they really trying to kill you instead of sending medicine?

"Is it really okay like this? Just send her to the room..."

"But I don't want to die!"

Your vision goes black, and involuntarily, you take a few steps back, feeling overwhelmed with fear. They really see you as a scapegoat.

"Who...?!" Startled by a low growl, you regain your composure and shout towards the source of the sound.

"Me... Y/N, I'm bringing you medicine." You keep scanning the surroundings, observing the abnormality nearby, feeling nervous to the point of breathlessness.

"Yunho...?" You hesitantly call his name and gather the courage to take a step forward, but there is no response.

"Yunho? Are you okay?" Silence. "Where are you?" Silence. It's as if you're talking to air, with no one responding. You really want to just put down the medicine and go back to your own room, but unfortunately, the door is locked.

"Yunho?" You call his name several more times, unconsciously walking to a corner of the room and noticing several bottles of alcohol on the floor.

With the help of the faint moonlight outside the window, you see a dark shadow crouching in the corner, trembling.

"Yunho?" "Don't touch me!!" His overactive response scares you to the core, you've never seen him in such a state before. Setting down the medicine in your hand, you bend down and say softly,

"You need to take your medicine."

"No! Get away from me!"

He buries his head and cries, like a frightened child, his voice choked with sobs.

"Okay, okay. Don't take the medicine, it's fine."

You try to console him, not knowing what to do. He turns around, his eyes filled with confusion and fear, his tear-stained face evokes pity in your heart, causing it to tighten. Maybe you're just scared, that's why you're behaving this way.

"Are you okay?" You gently ask. "What happened?"

"Humans... they came."

His answer leaves you stunned, it seems he's not in his right mind. You know he's referring to the war that happened several years ago, could it be that he still has traumas?

"It's okay, the war is over, you're safe." He shakes his head, tears continuing to flow.

"No, it's not. There's the scent of humans here." Oh no, is he going to kill you the next second?

You stutter, unable to articulate your words clearly. "You... by drinking this medicine, the scent of humans will disappear."

You hurriedly lift the bowl of soup and place it in front of him, signaling him to drink it.

"Really?"

"Of course, I'm not lying to you~"

You reassure him like you're coaxing a child. He takes the bowl without any hesitation and drinks it in one gulp.

"How is it?"

"I still smell humans! There's the scent of humans on you!"

He suddenly pounces at you, the overwhelming force makes you fall to the ground, and he firmly holds your hands, leaving visible bruises on your wrists. You are scared to the point of being unable to say anything, your heart pounding wildly, your eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

"Are you going to kill me,human?" "Why would I kill you?" Your answer leaves him incredulous, doubting if he heard a figment of his imagination.

"Aren't you humans supposed to kill our dragon race?"

"That... that's others, not me..."

"Why...?"

"I... because I'm your wife." Although this statement is true, saying it feels like betraying your conscience.

"Wife?I am married?" Because of the influence of alcohol, his brain was completely unable to function clearly and his memory was disordered. He thought he was still in the past when the war broke out a few years ago.

"Yes...you are my husband. Don't you remember?" "Husband...wife..." Images of his parents flashes through his mind, and a feeling of sadness comes over him. He bends down, releasing his grip on you, and suddenly bursts into tears against your neck.

You don't understand what's going on and hesitantly pat his shoulder to comfort him. Perhaps out of compassion, you softly reassure him, saying that it's okay. Despite all your doubts, you can't ignore him because of your kind-hearted nature.

"My parents are gone, they... they..." "It's okay, I'm still here." You continue to pat his back, even though you still feel a little scared. "Will you stay with me?" "I will, I'll always be by your side." It's a lie that goes against your conscience.

"Really?" You nod. "I will always be by your side." Your words are as soft as silk, and your gentle tone seems to melt the ice in anyone's heart.

"Then, can you sing to me? My mom used to sing me to sleep." "Sing...?" His request puzzles you again. What's wrong with him? Although your mind is filled with doubts, you sing a song from your hometown to prevent him from doing anything drastic.

As you continue singing, you feel a weight pressing against you and hear the sound of breathing. Turning your head, you realize he has fallen asleep in your embrace. This is the first time you see him sleeping, and the first time you sleep with him. Unable to move, you have to maintain the same posture until the next morning.

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Yunho had never slept so peacefully before. Every night, he is tormented by nightmares, waking up in the middle of the night. But today, he slept through the night until morning without waking up.

Rubbing his eyes, he feels a warmth and softness beneath him. He lifts his head and is surprised to see your face. Why is he sleeping with you in his arms? He remembered that he had consumed a lot of alcohol due to his post-traumatic stress disorder and had asked the servant to bring him a soothing herbal soup... Did you comfort him afterwards? He couldn't help but wonder why he, who detested humans so much, could find solace and warmth in your presence.

His cold heart seems to melt a little, and he looks at you with a gentle gaze. At that moment, you wake up from your sleep and are surprised to find him staring at you. Your face turns red instantly. "Ummm... good... good morning," you stammer nervously, biting your lip. Your appearance somehow makes him feel a bit cute.

"Morning." Did he just respond to you? He usually treats you as if you don't exist. "I... I will go back to my room. Sorry to bother you." He moves away from you, and as you try to sit up, you realize that your body is too weak, and your muscles feel sore as if they had been strained.

"Can't get up?" Seeing you struggling, he pulls you up, but accidentally applied too much force, causing you to wince in pain. He notices the bruise on your wrist, probably caused by him, and suddenly feels guilty.

You struggled to stand up but couldn't due to your weak legs, making you embarrassed and don't want to raise your head to meet his gaze. Maybe out of impatience or genuine concern, Yunho picked you up in his arms. You stare at him in surprise, unable to believe that he doesn't dislike you, and carry you to the room.

"Rest well." He places you on the bed, gently pat your head, and walks back to his room without looking back. Although it is a small gesture, it adds a touch of warmth to your heart.

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Since that night, Yunho found his feelings towards you becoming somewhat complicated. Whenever the aftereffects of his traumatic experiences struck, he would seek you out, and you would comfort him gently, singing him to sleep and staying by his side.

He gradually felt that your presence was a necessary support and encouragement for him, even considering you his safe haven. His treatment towards you was no longer aloof but caring about your emotions and life, as he began to change the way he treated you.

Perhaps he didn't realize that his feelings for you had already shifted.

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"Does it hurt?" His gaze full of warmth and concern, his tone gentle in a way that made it hard to believe he was once such a rough person. "A little bit..." Afraid of hurting you, he slowly entered, not as impulsive as before. You bit your lip, afraid to make any sound.

"Don't hold it in, I want to hear you." He bent down, caressing your face with his hand, looking at your rosy lips. After contemplating for a moment, he lightly touched your lips, like a butterfly brushing against a petal.

The exchange of kisses was filled with endless sweetness, it was your first kiss. He moved closer to you, applying a little more pressure, allowing you to feel the warmth on your lips and his cock pushing deeper.

"Ummm..." you made a muffled sound, feeling emotions inside you that you had never experienced before. Pleasure gradually replaced the pain beneath you, and you became more eager for the friction of his cock and even closer contact.

You slowly adjusted to Yunho's size, and in a soft voice, you said, "Please move, I want you." It took courage to say those words, fearing that the man above you would suddenly return to his rough self.

However, it seemed that your worries were unnecessary. Instead of thrusting forcefully, he moved slowly and gently, accommodating you, not wanting to cause you any pain. His hands caressed your palms, interlocking his fingers with yours, feeling the warmth from each other. His long cock eased into your tightness, effortlessly hitting your most sensitive spot.

"Right there, please." He continued to target that same spot with each thrust, causing you to moan repeatedly. The softness of the touch and the pleasure of the friction made your head spin, and you could feel every cell in your body exhilarating. Arching your back, you pressed against his strong chest, making your heart beat faster.

He kissed your lips again, then moved on to your jaw and collarbone, before placing a kiss on your neck. His kisses slowly moved up from your neck to your ears, teasing every inch of skin underneath with his tongue.

He returned to your collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses accompanied by suctions, causing a surge of heat throughout your body.

The speed of his thrusts increased, with shorter intervals hitting your G-spot. You moaned, the stimulation driving you closer to climax.

"Cum with me." His words acted as a switch, and without warning, you reached climax, waves of heat rushing through every corner of your body, your heartbeat racing as if it wanted to escape. It was the first time you had experienced such pleasure in your previous sexual encounters.

Your juices wrapped around his cock, the wet and hot sensation driving him insane. After a few more thrusts, he came inside you. Both of you were gasping for air, slowly calming down. You got up, put on your clothes, and planned to leave.

Yunho suddenly felt a wave of reluctance and loss in his heart, he didn't want you to go. "Where are you going?" "To my room, and I'll take the pill." You looked at him, puzzled by his disappointed expression. Wasn't this something he always did? It was just that this time, it was you who was leaving.

"No, don't take the pill." "Huh?" He walked up to you, naturally took your hand, and his eyes were filled with love as he said,

"Don't leave, just stay with me." He pulled you back into his embrace, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands wrapped around your waist, burying his head in your chest and pecking it, then raised his head to meet your gaze.

"Stay." You hesitated, wanting to say something but unable to find the right words in your confused mind. You nodded, and he smiled, gently laying you down on the bed, keeping his chest close to your back, inhaling the scent of your body wash.

In this moment, he felt an incredible sense of happiness, and you felt an overwhelming warmth.

Perhaps at this moment, he finally realized that he had fallen in love with you.

Part 2

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