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How to write morally grey characters

By WriteAway on Servicescape

Morally ambiguous characters are those that are not simply heroes or villains. They fall somewhere in between, and as such, add a layer of depth and complexity to your story. The truth is that most humans in real life are not pure angels or simply bad people, but rather hold elements of both. Morally ambiguous characters can drive the plot in interesting ways, allow for great character growth, and sometimes end up being some of the most memorable characters in a book.

Morally ambiguous characters can start off with good intentions and then be driven to evil by others or by society, or they can start off evil and come to redeem themselves. Alternatively, they can remain ambiguous and complex throughout the whole narrative, and leave the reader to make up their own mind about them. Either way, these characters certainly make us think about the nature of good and evil and the complexity of the human psyche.

Give them a backstory

Understanding where they came from is important for any character, but it's particularly crucial when your characters are morally ambiguous. Often, the struggles the character went through in the past go some way to explaining their negative character traits now, or at least make us empathise with them a little.

The backstory is important for character development, and it is a great place to explore ideas of personal responsibility vs critiques of society and the results of terrible experiences. Whether your character was bullied as a child, pushed to the margins of society, or something else entirely, give them a rich background that helps us understand why they act the way they do.

Understand their motives

All characters should have needs and desires, and reasons they do the things they do. Often, when it comes to morally ambiguous characters, their motive is exactly what causes them to slip up and do morally questionable, cruel, or destructive things. This can be true whether or not the motive is itself a good one or not.

A morally ambiguous character can be a wonderful opportunity to explore the idea that the ends justify the means, and the corrupting force of power. Whether your character's motives are good but lead them to terrible actions, or whether it is precisely the selfishness of the motives that lead to your character's downfall, give them goals and desires that force them (and the reader) to grapple with choices and dilemmas. And the motives don't have to be as dramatic as the ones mentioned – as with Jay Gatsby in The Great Gatsby, it can be something as simple as a desire to win back a lover that leads a character into moral ambiguity.

Give them a weakness

Going all the way back to ancient Greek tragedies, the idea of the hero with a fatal flaw has lived on in literature for thousands of years. A morally ambiguous character may be fundamentally good, but marred by a particular weakness, such as cowardice, vanity, shame, or anger. The characters in F. Scott Fitzgerald's The Great Gatsby are full of fatal flaws. For Daisy Buchanan it is her vanity and desire for wealth and admiration. For Jay Gatsby it is his love for Daisy, as well as his shame surrounding his background.

Your character's weakness doesn't have to be the ultimate cause of their downfall or even their central character trait. The main point is that they have certain elements in their nature that challenge them, tempt them, or cause them to struggle. It doesn't matter what they are, but weaknesses make morally ambiguous characters more believable, layered, and human.

Give them redeeming qualities

This goes without saying, but you can't have a morally ambiguous character without giving them some redeeming qualities. Whether they are primarily good but are driven or tempted to wicked acts, or whether they are basically villains with good motives or elements of kindness, there needs to be some level of balance.

Severus Snape is often cruel and sometimes corrupt, but he ultimately makes the right choices where it matters. The Artful Dodger is a thief and ultimately betrays Oliver in Charles Dickens' Oliver Twist, but he also helps Oliver and displays feelings of sympathy towards him. Moreover, his actions can be understood in light of his circumstances and experiences.

In the end, it doesn't matter where your character falls on the scale of morality. The important thing is that they have a believable and interesting combination of motives, flaws, and redeeming qualities. If you can get these elements right, you will have yourself a really fascinating, morally ambiguous character.

Let them grow and change

Character arcs are essential to good storytelling. No character should be exactly the same at the end of a book as they were at the beginning. The mechanics of plot are important but are ultimately meaningless if they don't cause development on the part of the characters. However, when it comes to morally gray characters, the way they change throughout the narrative is particularly important.

George R. R. Martin is a master of the character arc. Both of the Lannister brothers are not presented as particularly praiseworthy at the beginning of the series. Tyrion, while harmless, is shown to be philandering, selfish, and lazy. Jaime Lannister, on the other hand, is an outright villain, as he pushes a young boy out of a high window just to protect the reputation of him and his sister. Both go through redeeming character arcs, with Tyrion becoming a paragon of thoughtful justice with a commitment to seeing good prevail. Jaime has perhaps the most striking redemptive arc of the series, but his love for his sister is the fatal flaw that spells disaster in the end.

Many supervillains and other characters experience the opposite type of character arc. In the recent Joker movie, we observe the Joker not as a simple villain, but as someone who was pushed to evil from his experiences and the cruelty he suffered at the hands of society. He begins as a sympathetic character, but by the end he is without question a villain. However, it need not be as black and white as this. Jay Gatsby's weaknesses certainly lead to his downfall, but it is up to your interpretation whether he is ultimately a tragic character or someone who has received his comeuppance.

As we can see, a character arc need not be simple or go only in one direction. Your character can struggle continuously with moral questions, leaving the reader unsure up until the finale what side they will end up on. You can end your book and leave it ambiguous whether the character was ultimately good or evil, or perhaps a very human combination of the too. The main point is that the experiences they have and the actions they undertake throughout the novel must affect them in some way, so that they develop as a character.

Keep the readers guessing

The previous point touches on this, but one way you can keep readers fascinated throughout the whole book is to keep them guessing about the true moral nature of the character and what they will do next. Severus Snape is a prime example of this. We as readers are left unsure right up until the end of the series whether his loyalties lie with the Death Eaters or with the Order of the Phoenix and those fighting Voldemort. In fact, people still argue about whether Snape really redeemed himself enough to be the namesake of one of Harry's sons or not. If your character causes arguments, you have done something right!

There are multiple literary devices you could use to keep your readers guessing. You could pepper little hints throughout the narrative that show the possibility of redemption or allude to potential disaster. Instead of revealing what the character is thinking, you could merely show us their actions, leaving us to interpret them. Alternatively, you could be explicit about the mental struggles the character is going through when making moral decisions. Whatever your method is, leaving things uncertain and keeping various possibilities open is what makes the audience want to keep reading.

Give them difficult choices

Choices often drive plot and character development, and difficult decisions are a central way in which authors can allow ambiguous characters to struggle with moral questions and keep readers guessing. The choices that these characters make can redeem them or be the catalyst for their downfall. Snape's decisions to join the Death Eaters and later to leave and join the fight against them, is the cornerstone of his character development and much of the plot of the Harry Potter series. Jay Gatsby's initial decision to lie to Daisy about his background is the key choice that leads to his life of dishonesty and unhappiness.

In many cases, the choices that characters make are key events that determine the shape of a book. They are also great opportunities to explore difficult moral questions and dilemmas. Maybe your character has to choose between the greater good and personal desires. Perhaps they are faced with a decision that hinges on loyalty to loved ones versus making the moral choice. They could be tempted by greed, vanity, cowardice, or anger. There are so many difficult choices you can force upon your characters.

Not only can such decisions drive the narrative of a book, but they can also make readers think about very real dilemmas they face in their own lives, and broader questions about the nature of "right" and "wrong." A really good book doesn't just entertain us, but makes us think and forces us to come to our own conclusions. It makes us consider things we may not have before and leads us to apply ideas to the real world, no matter how magical the setting of the book is.

Focus on relationships

Often, the decisions that a character has to make and the experiences they go through are closely linked to other characters. In the case of Frankenstein, the central relationship is between the monster and the scientist who created him. It's not a relationship that involves much contact, but it is what the narrative revolves around. Relationships can redeem, such as Snape's love for Harry's mother Lily. Alternatively, they can cause a character's downfall, such as Jaime Lannister's incestuous relationship with Cersei or Gatsby's obsession with Daisy Buchanan. Relationships are a great motivating factor for morally ambiguous characters, whether they lead to temptation, redemption, or other moral challenges.

In addition to that, it's important to consider the conflicting motives and forces informing all of your characters. Although not all your characters need to be morally ambiguous, they should all be complex. Even the most heroic character can struggle with temptation and can make the wrong choice from time to time. Even the evilest villains should have elements that we can empathise with or moments of kindness. Otherwise, they are nothing more than a caricature. That does not mean that you cannot have people who are essentially good and those who are essentially evil. However, inserting a little ambiguity into all of your characters makes them more authentic and human. Each character should be well-rounded, believable, and multifaceted. Writing explicitly morally ambiguous characters can help you make better characters all round.

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yaoi-creator · 3 years ago

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Own Me

Summary: Gojo treated you and Nanami for your anniversary. So, you both don't let it go to waste.

W/C: 8.8k😳

Warnings: dom!nanami, degradation, piv, rough sex, oral (fem&male receiving), bondage, blindfolding, lingerie sex, marking, biting, cock warming, praise kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex, daddy kink, thigh riding, punishments, edging, unedited

A/N: So, this is VERY unedited so I apologise for any grammatical errors in advance. Also, this is very much nearly nine thousand words of pure porn without a plot. So, enjoy this thing that originally wasn't supposed to be more than 3k words

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“I’ve got you,” Nanami whispers in your ear, his chest pressing against your back. He presses a kiss just below your ear, hands tightening their grip on your hips. Then he orders lowly, “Turn for me.”

You do as he says and meet his dark lustful eyes. It makes your breath hitch as you watch him shed his coat. His form is imposing but you feel your face heat up at just how attractive he is. It doesn’t matter that you’ve been together for years, he always has this effect on you and tonight is going to be one to remember. The fact that it was your anniversary wasn’t the only reason.

“I want you to own me.” The words are still ringing clearly through Kento’s mind. The way you looked up at him through your lashes; how your hands gently traced circles over his chest; your hand trailing dangerously up his thigh while he drove back from your anniversary party that Gojo had thrown. All of it was fresh in his mind but those words were the ones he focused on. Those and the, “I want you to use me, Kento. I trust you. Just like always.”

Well, how could he refuse you? He’d be a fool to say no to you especially since it’s been a while since he’s done something like this with you. It would’ve been a more common occurrence had it not been for both his job and yours stealing that time away. Now the two of you had all night and Gojo had made sure the two of you would have all of tomorrow for quality time. There was no more need to rush.

Now, he leans forward, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he mutters, “I seem to recall there being a better use of my tie.”

In the next moment you’re untying Kento’s tie, pulling back to meet his eyes. “May I take your shirt off before you tie me up?” You give him puppy dog eyes as your tone is lightly pleading. He was going to make you beg for it but the way your fingers trail over his chest as you slip his tie from his neck has him shuttering and losing his restraint.

Well, for now.

“Just the shirt,” he says firmly, slipping his tie from your grasp and stuffing it in his pocket. The way your eyes gleam tells him exactly what words are going to spill from your lips next. Just the anticipation has his heart racing. It’s been so long since the two of you have done this and what you’re about to call him has always spurred him on.

“Yes, daddy,” you say sweetly, your fingers slowly starting on his shirt buttons. The combination of your touch and the name has him fighting the shutter that threatens to flow through his body. He can’t give up when the two of you have only just started.

He lets you get a few buttons undone before grabbing your wrists and stopping you. A confused look takes over your features before he leads you towards the chair in the corner of the hotel room (courtesy of Gojo Satoru) and he sits.

Spreading his legs, he pulls you in between them and lets your wrists go. “Strip for me.”

You do as he says, slowly stripping away your clothing. Kento can feel the way his slacks continually grow tighter as you let each article of clothing fall to the ground. They grow even tighter as you reveal the lingerie set he bought for you last Christmas. He hadn’t seen you in it since and now he’s looking forward to tonight even more than he was before. You more than know how it makes him feel when you wear it.

He sees your hands move to remove the lacy set of undergarments and that has his hand reaching to grab your wrists again.

“Did I tell you to take that off,” he growls lowly, his free hand moving to your ass and squeezing the soft flesh.

Quickly, you shake your head. “No daddy.”

“This stays,” he orders with a light smack to your ass.

You nod, your cheeks heating as you offer a, “Yes daddy,” which has his head quirking to the side in curiosity.

“What’s my baby thinking?” he whispers into your ear before pressing a kiss to your jaw, trailing down to your shoulder. “Are you remembering Christmas and how I fucked you in this set all night?” he asks seductively against your shoulder, his hand on your ass massaging the flesh.

“I am,” you breathe out, enjoying the way Kento sucks the skin at the juncture of your neck. “I’m also thinking of the way you held me after all of that.”

“Now, now. Don’t get all soft on me now,” he says against your skin with a smirk, pressing one more kiss before pulling back. “We haven’t even started.”

Kento gets comfortable again and pats his thigh. You don’t hesitate to straddle that leg. “Continue,” he says as he draws your hands to his chest. However, he doesn’t let go of your wrists and instead leans forward to place a kiss on your neck. He watches as goosebumps spread across your skin and he smiles as he orders, “Ride my thigh while you do it, sweetheart. Daddy wants to watch you.”

You eagerly nod but he still doesn’t let your wrists go.

“Use your words, baby,” he coos as his free hand slowly moves towards the buttons of his shirt and starts to undo one, “or else I’ll be more than happy to get myself off while you only watch.”

It’s a lie, you both know it. However, that threat is a familiar one that he has gone through with before when you weren’t listening. Now, though, even though it’s a lie, you want to comply. You were the one to ask, afterall. So, you let your eyes widen in panic as he almost finishes with the button which makes him pause.

“Yes daddy. Sorry daddy. I’ll behave.”

Kento smiles, releasing your wrists with a murmured, “Good girl,” as he leans back. You waste no time in continuing with the buttons, your hips grinding down on his muscled thigh to relieve the ache between your legs.

You forgot what this was like. Any moments you’ve had with Kento in the last six months, even when the two of you had spare time, were moments without any wasted time. The two of you would undress each other and do nothing more than pleasuring the other. There was no extra foreplay like you were doing now; no tying of hands or blindfolding or ball gagging like you’re sure is going to happen tonight. You did take the courtesy of taking out and packing the once forgotten items just for this night.

“You prepared for this?” Kento half stated, half asked with a devilish grin when you put them on the side table. Your cheeks had heated in embarrassment but he stepped up behind you, hands grabbing your hips as he had pressed his chest against your back. “Good thinking, sweetheart. Now,” he paused, nose tracing the shell of your ear, breath fanning over your neck before you felt his lips and making you shudder as he whispered, “I’ve got you.” Which then led to where you two were now.

Kento groaned when he felt the way you were soaking through your panties, effectively soaking his pant leg this early on. It doesn’t help that your leg keeps slightly nudging his aching erection. Your fingers have paused their work on his buttons and he tsks, hands grabbing your hips to halt your movements. You look at him with confusion again, chest heaving from the high you had been so desperately chasing.

“I never told you you could stop with the buttons, sweetheart,” he says sweetly but the way he smirks and how his hands grip your hands makes you shudder. This is the side of him you missed; the side where he looks like he’ll go easy on you but you end up hardly being able to walk for multiple days.

“Sorry daddy,” you say, heat rushing to your face in embarrassment. It was the one thing that you wanted to do, that he let you do after asking, and you stopped. You had been too caught up in riding his thigh and enjoying the friction that you stopped.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he lets out sweetly but squeezes your hips tightly. “However, there will be a punishment,” he continues with a slap to your ass, causing you to yelp before massaging the stinging skin.

“Yes daddy.”

He smirks. “Now, finish with those buttons but don’t push the shirt off. No more riding my thigh, either.”

You pout but it quickly drops when he smacks your ass again.

“You’ll do as I say,” he growls. “Now finish undoing my shirt and then get on your knees.”

With that, you do as he says. There’s a thrill that runs down your spine. You know what’s going to happen and you find your mouth watering at the prospect. That compels you to work faster on his last few buttons. However, as you go to slip to the ground, he stops you by your hips.

Kento pulls his tie from his pocket. “Give me your hands, baby. Daddy needs to make sure you know where your hands should be at all times.”

So, you comply, offering your wrists to him.

He chuckles as he slides the material of his tie over your wrists. “Good girl knowing exactly what I want,” he coos, tying the material to hold your hands together. It’s tight, but not too tight yet it’s still tied in a way that you couldn’t undo the knot without him doing it for you. “Now, get on your knees. If you behave, maybe I’ll let you finish soaking my pant leg until you cum. Yeah?”

That spurs you on to do exactly as he says, replying to him as he wants as you slip to your knees. You keep your hands in front of you so that he can see. He doesn’t need to tell you the rules, you already know them.

Your heart begins to hammer harder in your chest as you watch him unbuckle his belt before undoing his pants. As he pulls his length out, your mouth begins to water even more. There’s a bead of pre-cum leaking at the swollen tip and it takes everything in you to not lean forward and lick it up. You can’t do anything until he tells you no matter how much you want to touch him.

Kento can see the wanting look in your eyes. He knows that, with the excessive amount of times you swallow, your mouth is watering from the sight of his cock. You look so pretty like this, begging him with your eyes, your hands tied with his tie as you sit on your knees in that lace lingerie. The thought of ripping it off of you later arouses him and he has to calm his racing heart. If he keeps this up, he’ll cum with the first touch from you.

“Are you that desperate? Practically drooling to have daddy’s cock in your mouth?”

Instead of an answer, he watches your face flush in embarrassment. He’s impressed when your eyes flicker away only for a moment. Most of all, he’s amused with how you’re showing just how much you want to be good for him so that you can go back to your own pleasure. He can’t say he’s upset about it either. The way it feels when you grind your soaking core on his thigh; how your own thigh will occasionally rub against his clothed erection; all of it drives him wild and that’s not even including the way you whimper and whine and the way you look as you please yourself with something as simple as that.

A devilish smirk spreads his lips as his hand slips into your hair. “Oh, my darling girl,” he says with a mix of a gentle but condescending tone, “is there anything from me you don’t want?”

The question is both teasing and genuine. However, Kento doesn’t give you a moment to think just which side wins over as he pushes your head towards his leaking tip.

“Now, behave yourself. You know the rules,” he states before using his free hand to grasp his length. With his thumb, he spreads the bead of pre-cum over the head, chuckling darkly at the disappointed glint in your eyes. “Don’t worry, baby. There’ll be plenty more for you.”

Before you can reply, he tells you to open your mouth. When you do, he uses the hand tangled in your hair to sink your mouth down his cock. A groan pours from his lips when he feels your tongue get to work right away. It provides such a relief to the ache he’s been feeling ever since he saw you walk down the stairs of your home before even going to dinner.

“Fuck,” Kento grits out, hand tightening the slightest bit in your hair. He makes sure he’s not hurting you and, when he sees he isn’t, he moves your mouth over his cock the way he wants. “Your mouth feels so good around daddy’s cock.”

With the amount you take in, it honestly surprises him. However, as he finally notices the tears build up in your eyes through his pleasure, he knows you’re putting a lot of effort. You want to be able to please him as he guides your mouth the way he likes. A part of him wants to be upset that you aren’t telling him that it’s too much but the other part is filled with pride. Still, his baby was so focused on pleasing him that she was neglecting her own comfort. That wasn’t going to continue anymore but he found that you definitely deserve a reward after that.

So, guiding your mouth off of him with an obscenely loud pop, he guides your shaky figure until you’re straddling his thigh once again.

He brings a hand up, cupping your cheek as he wipes a tear from your eye. Just for that, he turns soft for a moment. “Why didn’t you tell me it was too much, darling?”

You lean forward, head resting against his shoulder as you mutter, “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You wouldn’t have disappointed me. It’s been a while and all I wanted was for you to be comfortable.”

You nod against his shoulder, leaning back to meet his eyes. A soft smile graces your lips and it makes him relax.

“Do you want to continue? We can change it up,” Kento offers but you immediately shake your head.

“I missed this. I want this.”

A soft smile curls his lips when he sees just how much you mean it. There’s a desperation in your eyes and it warms his heart. This was always something you both enjoyed together and he was happy to see how much you wanted this.

“Alright,” he says softly. “Now, I believe you deserve your reward.”

With that, you start to ride his thigh again. His hands find their place on your hips, guiding them in a way he knows will increase your own pleasure. It isn’t long until his pant leg starts to soak yet again as your tied arms and forehead press against his shoulder. Your moans and whines only work to make the ache between his thighs settle in yet again.

He can’t take it anymore. Having your underwear in the way of both yours and his pleasure is driving him insane. He wants to be able to feel how your cum soaks his pant leg. The extra layer would keep him from experiencing it.

“Stop,” he says with a squeeze to your hips to still you. His fingers run under the band of your panties and he snaps them against your skin as he orders you to remove them.

You do so gracefully, still a bit shaky on your feet but for a different reason than sore knees from kneeling. Kento knows you were close, that’s why he wanted you to stop. He wanted to feel it. He needed to.

There’s no time from the moment you finally step out of your underwear after awkwardly trying to take them off with tied hands and being back on his soaked thigh. He pulls you a little harsher than intended, you crashing into him and rubbing against his painfully hard erection. At the sensation, he can’t help but groan. It was a small interaction but it was enough to relieve some of that ache even if just for that fleeting moment.

“Make yourself cum on daddy’s thigh, baby. Daddy wants you to ruin his pant leg,” he practically growls in your ear as your own thigh rubs against his length yet again.

Kento’s hands are on your hips, squeezing in warning whenever you get too close to him. The sensations were relieving but he was in control. If you went against him he’d have to punish you even if he really doesn’t want to. Just like you do, he wants to do this again but a softer side of him threatens to show itself. Knowing that this may be the last time in a while you get a moment like this though spurs him on to keep on track. If you wanted to go another round, he could be softer. There’s even tomorrow for that. Now, you want him to own you and that’s what he’s going to do.

It’s not long until you make it back to the edge. The way your head falls against his shoulder again along with your trembling thighs tells him everything he needs to know.

“C’mon baby. Let go for me,” he says hotly into your ear. Just as he says that, you’re calling out his name in a high pitched moan.

Kento can feel the wet heat flowing from your core onto his thigh. It makes him smile as your heaving chest moves up and down. Normally, he would’ve made you pull your face away so he could watch, but it was his way of apologizing for not noticing his mistake earlier. Now though, he wasn’t going to be as forgiving. Now it was time to move on to what he was looking forward to the most.

“Feel good?” he asks hotly into your ear yet again. His breath makes you shiver.

“Yes daddy,” you answer, pulling back to meet his eyes which just excites you more. With that look alone you can tell what he’s thinking.

This is going to be a long night.

“On the bed, baby. Daddy wants you on all fours,” he mutters in your ear before pulling away his hands and leaning back in the chair. He didn’t want to, your warm touch was what he wanted. However, he’ll have to wait.

You do as he says, walking seductively. Your ass was a little red and he can already see where his hands may leave marks. Those aren’t the last marks that will be made tonight. Far from.

Kento smiles. You knew how that would make him feel and it gets worse with the way you climb onto the bed. The sight has his hand going to his aching member, squeezing it to provide temporary relief from watching you. Why do you have to be so perfect?

Having satisfied himself for now, he tucks his length away before making his way to grab the blindfold. The ball gag will be next.

Kento leans a knee on the edge of the bed, letting his bare chest graze against your shoulder as his nose traces the shell of your ear.

“Naughty girl,” he says lowly as his hand slaps an ass cheek before massaging it.

You look at him innocently. “What did I do, daddy?”

A devilish smirk spreads his lips as he leans back. “Oh, you know exactly what. Don’t act like you don’t know or else I’ll have to punish you.”

“What if I want to be punished?”

A groan leaves his chest as he pulls back from you, wrapping an arm around your front to pull you up with him. His hand presses you back until your back is against his chest. “Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?”

“It is daddy. I want you to so badly,” you plead.

“Alright,” he whispers as he slides the blindfold over your eyes. “Tell me if it’s too much. I don’t want my baby to feel like she has to forget her own pleasure for mine.”

You nod as he finishes tying the piece of fabric over your eyes.

“Good. Now,” he begins, hands trailing over your body before settling on your breasts, playing with your nipples through the lace, “if you want to be punished, you need to tell me why you deserve to. Otherwise I won’t do it.”

For a moment you’re silent. All he can feel is the way you arch into his touch, your nipples hard and he has to gently bite your shoulder as your ass pressed against his groin. It isn’t until you haven’t answered for a few moments that he brings a hand to give your ass a smack.

“That little stunt was smart but I’m gonna need more than that, sweetheart. Tell me why I should punish you?”

The hand he used to slap your ass doesn’t go back to your breast. He instead trails it down over your belly button but stops just shy of your mound. It has you wanting more but you know you won’t get anything until you do as he says.

“W-when I was riding your thigh,” you start and his hand trails a little lower, making your breathing quicken. “I was intentionally brushing your cock when I knew I wasn’t supposed to.”

“Mhm. And?” he says against your neck, sucking a mark there as his hand drifts a little further down.

You swallow sharply. “In the car, I was being naughty. My hand wandered and I was intentionally trying to start off when you should’ve been the one to start.”

Kento’s head switches to your opposite shoulder as he hums in agreement and he sucks another mark on your shoulder before muttering, “But that’s not all, is it?”

“No it isn’t,” you agree.

“For example,” he continues, his hand millimetres away from reaching where you ache for him the most, “you brought all of this with you tonight. Did you not trust me to grab it myself?”

He knows what your answer is going to be. He knows it’s a lie. However, this is how you’re going to get what you want and, if he’s being honest, it’s what he wants too. So, he eagerly awaits your answer as his index and ring finger spread your folds open to expose your core to the cool air.

“No I didn’t. I thought you would have forgotten it.”

With that, he smiles before biting your shoulder just a little bit rougher than the last.

“Well, I do believe that deserves a long lasting punishment,” he growls into your ear, pressing his hips against your ass so you can feel just how hard he is. It doesn’t matter that you had already felt it earlier, he needs to remind you just how much he wants this as you do.

Before you know it, he’s completely pulled away from you. His hands leave their respective places on your body and his chest leaves your back. You’re almost tempted to lift the blindfold to see, but you know better. You are already in for it with just that, knowing he’ll be back in a moment.

It’s not until you hear something from beside the bed, then the dragging of plastic against the wooden bedside table. Then, you feel the bed dip behind you as Kento settles there.

“I do believe,” his voice starts suddenly right beside your ear. It sends a chill down your spine as you feel the drag of a hand up the side of your thigh until it stops at the clasp that attaches your garters to the rest of the lingerie. “That lying is a very bad thing to do,” he finishes. Then, you feel the familiar round piece of plastic and the chill of metal against your cheek. “Maybe we should keep that mouth from lying anymore, hm?”

You nod a little too eagerly as you feel his chest press against your back. His hand trails up from your hip until he grabs your chin. It’s rough but it isn’t enough to hurt. The action is more to push your mouth open and you find it hot that he does so.

“Open wide for daddy, yeah?”

As you do as he says, opening wide enough for the ball to fit into your mouth, you have to suppress a groan. The metal rings attached to the straps chilled your burning cheeks and that on top of the way Kento trails his hands across your body makes you shiver.

It doesn’t matter that your jaw still aches from the blowjob earlier. The ache is ignored as Kento does up the straps behind your head. It’s easy to ignore as you find your mouth watering around the plastic ball in your mouth. It’s even easier to ignore as Kento presses his chest against your back until you’re falling onto your elbows.

His warmth disappears again but he doesn’t move off the bed. Instead, his hands grab your ass, thumbs spreading your soaked folds and you can almost picture the smug look he must have.

“So wet for daddy, hm?” His tone is teasing as he adds, “I’ve hardly touched you. Do you really want me that badly?”

All you can do is nod as you do your best to imagine how he might look right now. However, it’s a bit hard to focus on that thought when his hot breath fans over your hot core. That, combined with the way he teases you with little circles from his thumbs, is making it impossible to think of anything but the anticipation.

Kento hums, amused, as he sees how your cunt clenches around nothing from your thoughts. It causes him to chuckle, pulling away and enjoying the way you whine when he pulls his hands away. Levelling a smack to your ass has your little sounds of desperation vanish and he can’t help but feel a small sense of pride at that.

He leans over your back again, lips brushing against your neck as he says darkly, “Don’t assume that you’re coming first today, sweetheart. I’m not going to let you until I’ve filled you up at least twice. Got that?”

Doing your best to nod, a smile spreads across Kento’s lips as he sees how flushed your face is. Just from those few words too. Now he wants to see just how much more you’ll be flushed when he brings up a certain topic that hasn’t been discussed in some time. However, it might be too soon. Or is it? In the end, he mentally says fuck it and goes for it. It’s not like there’s an end in sight of this night anyways.

Finally, he cups your core and drags a finger through your soaking folds, groaning as his digit slips right through. He relishes the way your body trembles at the smallest touch to your clit. Your body is so hot against his and he loves it so much. Hardly anything has happened but you’re already so worked up even with him letting you reach your high before. Well, maybe that’s exactly why you’re so worked up. Maybe it’s because you haven’t had enough.

“Hmm, you got even wetter from that?” he teases. “Does the thought of me filling you until you’re pregnant get you off?”

Kento expected you to possibly freeze. He thought you’d be taken by surprise by mentioning this topic however he finds you nodding rapidly. There’s a moan that spills from as you push back against his hand that’s still cupping your pussy.

A new wave of arousal flows through him at the thought of getting you pregnant. The thought of fucking you until he cums so many times that there’s no way it won’t take; the image of your belly rounded with your growing child; how your breast would swell in preparation to accommodate your child’s needs. All of it works to spring him into a new sense of wanting to use your body. He wants to have you a babbling mess as he watches his multiple loads of cum drop from your cunt. However, he would only use his fingers to collect to push it back into you so that none of it goes to waste.

He needs to calm himself down from those thoughts. It’s almost as if, had he were to touch himself, he would be done for in seconds. So, he takes the time to kiss your neck, sucking a mark that would be visible above one of your collared shirts. At the same time, he can feel the way you’re dripping all over his palm even though he’s made no movement in the last couple of minutes. God, he wishes he could kiss you right now. He wishes he could trace his tongue with yours just to convey how he feels about all of this but, for now, marking you up will have to do.

“You’re sure about this?” It’s a question but it comes out as a growl. He can’t help it. The thought of getting you pregnant is making him dizzy with want and it’s taking everything in him to not ditch dragging this out.

You nod without hesitation. He’s sure that you’d have a genuine look in your eyes if he were to take the blindfold off. Though, he doesn’t need to do that to know you’re serious and it spurs him on to cover the bare areas of your back in hickeys and light bite marks. He doesn’t stop until he gets down to your tailbone, sucking one last mark there before looking down at you.

The sight he sees is wonderful. The side of your face is squished into the mattress, a corner of the blindfold getting wet from the way you drool around the ball gag. Your hair is splayed around you as your tied arms rest on the pillows above your head. Pulling back gives him the full view of your soaked pussy raised up in the air. Your back is covered in marks and bruises from his fingers are already forming on your hips from just the smallest of interactions. His hand prints are still visible on each cheek of your ass and that’s enough for him to lose restraint.

Kento kneels behind you, licking a line from your clit to your entrance. His hands cup each ass cheek and massages the flesh as he does another lick, chuckling at the way your legs tremble from just that. A few more minutes of teasing little licks are all he lets himself do. If he doesn’t stop himself, he’ll break the promise he just made.

With that being said, he pulls away, slapping an ass cheek when you whine from the absence.

“Behave,” he says sternly, “otherwise the blindfold is coming off and you’re watching me get myself off. Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”

Once again, you nod. Kento leans over your back, one hand curling around you to cup your breast as the other moves to undo his pants again. You can feel the buttons of his shirt drag against your skin and you can’t help but be disappointed that he still hasn’t taken it off. At the same time it sends a whole different thrill up your spine. Yes, it’s attractive that he still hasn’t undressed, at all really, but you wish you could see it. You know that he’d tease you because it would make you wetter than you already are.

The leather of his belt meeting your skin as he pushes his pants down brings you from your thoughts. It reminds you of the ache you have for him to stretch you open. This whole time you’ve been in agony, needing to just simply have him fill you up the only way he ever can. You know his resolve is slipping, yours is as well. If this was a more frequent occurrence, you know you’d still be at that chair, begging him to let you simply put your lips around him.

Today is an exception. So, it’s no real shock when you feel Kento drag the tip of his cock through your folds. The groan he lets out at just that makes you shiver. However, as his tip traces over your entrance and pushes just the slightest bit in, you find your teeth closing around the ball gag as you moan.

You feel Kento press his chest to your back, his cock sliding between your folds but doing nothing more. His breath is hot on your neck as his hands grip your hips. The zipper of his slacks press into your skin and you know the sharp metal is going to sting but it’s going to add to the wonderful ache that you’ll have tomorrow. Plus, your fiancé has always been a master at aftercare.

“If only you could see what I see right now,” he mutters hotly in your ear before pressing a kiss to your nape. “You’d see what a pretty little slut you are.” One of his hands moves between your bodies to angle his cock to your entrance. “Now, show me how much you want daddy’s cock.”

He pulls away from your back, presumably straightening so that you can do your work. His hands stay on your hips as you move to push back against him, moaning around the ball in your mouth as he stretches you open. You find that you can no longer control the amount of drool spilling from your mouth as you push your hips back. He’s just filling you up so well. It doesn’t matter that you’re only halfway down his shaft, the feeling is already greater than what you’ve done since you stepped into this hotel room.

Kento doesn’t do anything until you’ve fully sucked his cock into your cunt. Your walls flutter around him and he has to bite back a groan of pleasure with a bite to the inside of his cheek.

There’s a moment where he doesn’t do anything. So, you assume that he wants you to keep going; to move while he kneels behind you. You begin to drag rock back forwards but his fingers tighten in the flesh of your hips. It makes you whimper with how tight the grip is but it only serves to heighten the pleasure, your walls clenching around his cock

In an instant, his hands are wrapping around your front to lift you against his chest. Both hands move to your breasts, playing with your nipples as he growls, “I never said you could move. Daddy is supposed to cum first, remember?”

Before you can answer him, Kento takes this chance to drag his cock until only his tip is still in and snaps his hips back up. The moan you let out leads him to doing the same thing over and over again just to hear that sound. Every single time he was created with the same delicious sound from you. He started to pick up the pace just to hear it more and more. It got to the point where he was lost in the pure bliss of something so simple.

If it weren’t for the way he craved even more, he would’ve continued. Instead, he pushes you down, hands still playing with your breasts through your lingerie as he begins to hammer into you. The feeling of your soft walls always drove him mad, the only words he could string together were praising how good you felt around him as he lost himself in the moment yet again.

He could feel the way your thighs trembled against his. It made him flash a devilish smile that you couldn’t see. He made himself hold up his restraint to take it off after he came for the first time. After that he wouldn't only remove the blindfold but also his tie from your wrists. He wanted to be able to feel your hands gripping at him. Most of all, he wanted to feel your fingers scratch his back or splay through his damp hair or how they would intertwine with his as he lifts your joined hands over your head as he cums a second time. Seeing you like this was a treasure but being able to properly feel you with him has become his new favourite thing.

“My pretty little slut,” he grits out as he feels him drawing closer to his high, “gonna fill you up. Does she want daddy to do that?”

Viscously, you nod. A chuckle rips from his chest at the eagerness combined with the tension in your features. He can tell how desperately you’re trying to fight off your own orgasm as he continues to pound into you. It was an amusing sight to see with the fact that he could see how your brows pinched together even under the blindfold. No longer were you trying to keep the drool from spilling around the ball in your mouth and he can only imagine how the corners of your eyes must be wet with tears.

That thought alone has him spilling into you with a grunt, forehead dropping against your nape, but he doesn’t stop. Kento continues to push his seed further and further into you and he doesn’t soften. No, he’s so achingly hard still from just the thought that he’ll let himself see your eyes along with your soft touch.

“You’re being such a good little girl. Your punishment isn’t done but you do deserve a little reward,” he breathes into your neck before sucking yet another mark into your skin. His hands drag up your sides, only stopping to snap the straps attached to the garters against your thighs.

The harsh thrusts stop, ending in one hard press that has you whining. It gave you a chance to calm down and let your building high dissipate. Had he gone any longer, you weren’t sure you could hold back.

You thought about being playful and moving your hips in a little circle but that’s quickly wiped from your mind when you feel his fingers work at the knot of the blindfold. It’s something you’ve noticed your finacé has grown majorly fond of since the two of you first started dating, seeing your eyes as he fucks you. He’s always loved these little games but you know nothing gets him more riled up than you watching him and touching him. So, even though this is technically a reward for you, it’s more of a reward for him.

It’s not long before the blindfold is slipping away from your eyes. You have to squint a little from the light even though it’s dim.

Kento dips down, pressing a kiss to your temple to get your attention as he throws the blindfold to the side. He presses another kiss to your jaw, loving the way you groan as his hands trail over your arms.

When your eyes meet his he can’t help the feeling of disappointment flowing through him that he can’t properly kiss you right now. He needs to be patient. All he needs to do is one last little thing before he can have everything he wants from you. Then he can, with your permission, turn this to the proper moment that he’s grown to favour.

You know that’s what he’s grown to favour and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t as well. The ability to be able to touch him in moments like these has always been some of your favourite moments. That’s why, when his hands draw ever closer to your wrists, you find your back pressing into his torso.

A groan leaves Kento as the movement also causes a flicker of stimulation for his warming cock pressed all the way into you. He knows that wasn’t your intention and he’s too focused on the need to be able to feel you. So, he ignores it and doesn’t stop until he has your wrists freed from his tie, entwining his fingers with yours immediately. However soft the motion is, his words don’t live up to that.

“Don’t think we’re done yet just because you can touch me now,” he whispers in your ear. It sends a chill down your spine but you’re given no time to think about it as he flips you onto your side, lifting your leg over his shoulder. He’s lining himself back up with your entrance, the tip only just pushed in and your pussy is clenching in an effort to pull more of him in. That along with the way you moan, one of your hands coming up to grasp his bicep, has him giving up and pushing all of the way into you.

All he does are small little thrusts, not enough to encite too much pleasure as he bites the inside of your knee. Kento takes the moment to see the way your eyes flutter closed, feel how wonderfully tight your hand is clenched in the fabric of his sleeve.

“If you want me to let you finish, you’ll need to open your eyes, sweetheart.” There’s amusement laced in his tone. You want to open them, you do. However, from the small glimpse you had, you’re afraid you won’t be able to hold back like you were able to before. The sight of him partially dressed, sweaty from his efforts and the way his chestnut eyes darken in lust has always been a sure fire way for everything to be forgotten. Hell, him just speaking alone could make you cum.

“C’mon baby. Open your eyes for daddy. He wants to see them while he breeds you.”

That drives you to snap your eyes open. You nearly forgot about that while you’re sure it’s been the driving force for Kento. Although you have almost forgotten, it now sends a whole new desire through you like it did when he first mentioned it. Now the fact that he isn’t moving is extremely bothering you as you meet his eyes. He must see how you feel because a grin splits his lips as he presses the smallest of thrusts.

“Oh, I see,” he mutters amusedly as he leans over you. “Was my pretty little baby so caught up in the pleasure of being fucked that she forgot the point of all of this?”

You’re a bit ashamed as you hesitantly nod. It was something you wanted and you feel like that should’ve been what was driving you but you were so focused on holding back your orgasm that you forgot the point. Not even that, he managed to fuck you so good that you forgot it was your anniversary.

Slowly, you feel Kento drag his cock backward further before snapping his hips back, eliciting a moan from you as your hand tightens in his sleeve. You wish he wasn’t wearing his shirt still. You want to be able to feel him properly but you’re in no place to make any demands. Plus, you were the one who wanted this the most. It’s only a matter of time before you’ll be able to get what you want now.

Kento is hanging on to his resolve by a thread. He wants to see you come undone over his cock, but he knows you wanted this. Plus, the thought of filling you up again first in the name of getting you pregnant is that thread and it's strong. After that, it can morph into him pleasuring you while he goes as many rounds as he possibly can until he knows for sure that it’ll take.

So, he changes from his long strokes and quick snaps of his hips into a steady rhythm. The way your muffled cry escapes your lips when he does brings him more of that resolve. Your free hand comes up to his abdomen, finger nails lightly biting at his skin. He’s so glad that he can feel your touch. The main reason: it’ll bring him to the edge a lot quicker.

Your hand grips his sleeve even tighter as he slams into you even harder and faster. It’s bringing you dangerously close to the edge and you know that Kento knows this as your head falls back against the mattress as you moan loudly. You know he knows because his hips move to an agonizingly slow drag of his hips.

“Can my baby not hold back?” he says with a bored tone. Then he leans down, forcing you to meet his eyes that hold an amused glint as he watches your flushed face, tears built up in the corners of your eyes. “Maybe I should manage myself and not put my cock back in until I’m ready to cum.”

You shake your head. You want to feel him. Most importantly, you want to be the reason he spills inside of you. The thought of him pleasuring himself and only releasing inside of you when he’s done is unbearable. You would say he’s only kidding but he’s done it a few times in the past when you haven’t listened to him. It was a torture you don’t want to go through again.

So, to try and convey your point, you tighten your hand in his sleeve and tug at it. You hope that it gets your plea across and it does. The way he smiles as he pulls away confirms it.

“Alright. If I feel that you’re losing control again then I’ll make good on my promise.”

You nod and then he’s right back at it. It takes everything in you to hold back as he pounds into you. When you feel the telltale stutter in his thrusts it’s a relief. You know then that you won’t have to put in so much effort to hold everything back and that you’d get him completely.

It’s only moments later that he’s spilling into you a second time with a moan of your name. His head falls back, fingers digging harshly into the flesh of your thigh. He continues to thrust into you until the hot spurts of cum are buried deep into you.

Kento relishes the sight of the white ring around the base of his cock. However he doesn’t have much time to stare at it. He’s too desperate to finally have this charade done with. So, he grabs one of the pillows, propping it below your back before rolling you over it. He needs to make sure none of his cum will flow out of you while he nudges your thighs apart with his shoulders.

He wants to taste you. No. He needs to taste you.

“Take the ball gag off,” he orders before desperately diving into your folds. Kento groans at the taste of you combined with his cum. Most of all, he drinks in the way your moan comes out clearer as he sucks your clit into his mouth. He can hear the clank of the gag before your fingers shoot to his hair.

It’s not long before he loses himself in everything. The way your nails scratch against his damp scalp, how your hips buck up to get more pressure from his tongue, the way you taste and how he pushes any leaking cum back into your cunt with his tongue, it’s heavenly. He can’t describe just how satisfying it is when you cry out, “Kento! I- I’m g-g-gonna- ah!”

“I know,” he says in between sucking your clit, “let go for me, love. I want to taste it.”

It’s only seconds later that you’re moaning his name as you come undone. Kento drinks up everything, using his fingers to push any of his cum that leaks out back in. All of it combined with your touch and need to breed you has his cock hardening yet again.

He needs to fill you up at least once more. This time, though, he wants nothing in the way. You’ve hardly come down from your high when your fiancé begins to remove your lingerie swiftly. When you open your eyes, you see he’s already thrown his shirt off to the side and that he’s already hard again. A wave of excitement fills you as he rips off the last of the undergarment and you move to push his pants the rest of the way down. Kento, however, pushes you back down.

“Stay there, love. We don’t want any escaping,” he says softly. When you meet his eyes, there’s such a look of love that you can’t keep yourself from pulling him down to finally kiss him. Both of you make a sound of relief as your tongues meet, your fingers tugging at his blonde hair while you can finally feel his skin against yours.

One of his hands comes to take one of yours from his head, intertwining your fingers as he presses them against the mattress. His other moves to rid himself of his slacks, not daring to pull his lips away from yours. Not even when he lines himself up with your entrance again. Now, he wants to focus on your pleasure.

There’s no more need to hurry as he slowly pushes his cock back into your abused cunt. He drinks in your moan when he bottoms out, loving the way you hand once again tightens in his hair. The way your walls flutter around him, seemingly locking his cock in, makes him groan.

“Your turn,” he mumbles against your lips before starting a slow pace. The hand that was in his hair trails its way to his back, your nails digging into his back. It sends a shiver down his spine as he rests his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” you breathe out, nudging your nose with his.

Kento smiles, pressing another kiss to your lips before making his way down your jaw and to your collarbone. “I love you too,” he murmurs against your skin before sucking a mark there.

There’s no more teasing, no more punishments and drawing everything out. Everything is blissful and soft as your fiancé slowly thrusts into you, one hand going between your bodies to play with your clit. His lips travel across your shoulders and collarbone, lovingly sucking a few marks. Kento does, however, make you cum twice before letting himself spill into you for a third time that night. He was always one to make sure you came more than him, always putting your pleasure first in the end.

When he does finish, he thrusts a few more times to push his cum into you before stilling from overstimulation. He collapses on top of you, chest heaving as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. Your sweaty skin sticks to his and you’re both so hot but you don’t care. Your hands find his hair, massaging his scalp as you press a kiss to his temple.

A light chuckle escapes you. “How long are you going to make me lay here?”

“Forever,” he mutters into your neck and you can’t help but laugh.

“I would agree but I think lounging in that rather large tub with my soon to be husband would be far more preferable if we’re talking about forever.”

Kento huffs a laugh before pushing himself up. His eyes are practically glowing and it makes your breath hitch. This man, the one who’s leaning in to press one of the softest kisses you’ve ever experienced against your lips, is the one you’re going to be with for the rest of your life. He is your family and you really hope that, tonight, you really did manage to secure an expansion to your family.

“I can arrange that,” he mumbles against your lips. “Only if you stay here while I get everything ready. If you’re not still lying here by the time I get back I’ll be quite upset.”

You chuckle, your hands moving to cup both sides of his face. “I would never dream of it.”

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