Love Me Through Every Lifetime

Love Me Through Every Lifetime

love and deepspace: rafayel x fem!reader

tags: smut, pwp, sub!raf but that quickly changes, monsterfucking to keep it simple

synopsis: For a Lemurian, there is no greater curse than love. And Rafayel is beginning to understand its dangers, especially when the full moon turns him half-delirious and desperate to claim you as his— in every way that matters.

word count: 6.9k

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You think Rafayel might be dying. 

For two days, you have not heard a word from your overdemanding employer slash lover. Waking up around noon without a barrage of texts calling you a “lazy hibernating bear” or “neglectful partner” was unusual enough, but an irregularity you chalked up to Rafayel’s upcoming gallery exhibition. 

But by nightfall, you were confused, and by the next morning, cold dread had begun to creep in. He has still not sent a single text, not a call, nothing. Absolute silence. 

Despite agreeing to attend sparring practice tonight with Xavier, you rush out from HQ as soon as your squadron is dismissed from a mission briefing– you’ll make it up to him later. For now, you keep your Hunter’s suit equipped and reload both your pistols, tucking them into their holsters as you rev the engine of your motorcycle. 

Energy fluctuations always escalate before a full moon, and between the increase in Wanderers and the growing bounty on Rafayel's head, you feel your panic rise, the hollow ring of the moon looming overhead as you speed to Rafayel’s studio, praying that nothing has happened.

Rafayel is a mess.

It’s been centuries since he has last felt this insatiable heat, but to fall prey to his instincts was perhaps inevitable. After all, he’s finally found you again. 

Not only that, but he got too close once more, pulling you in from a stranger to an unwilling bodyguard to a friend and lover. Rafayel supposes he can only blame himself. His Lemurian biology has always keened in your presence, and he sealed his own fate when he finally coaxed you into bed with him. But he doesn't regret it— not for a moment.

However, it has been weeks since the first time the two of you had sex, and yet he still can do nothing but taste you against his tongue, nothing but imagine your face every time you unraveled against him, nothing but want you atop him, beneath him, beside him, so fucking bad he can’t think of anything else.

He had reunited with his mate. 

Of course his instincts now want to make you his, forever. 

Rafayel curses, his clothes chafing against his sensitive skin, making him burn under each suffocating layer before he hurriedly begins to rip and unbuckle each one. He wants you beside him, your touch on him. He wants so badly it burns.

With a groan, he collapses onto the coach, face buried in his hands as he genuinely worries he might die from the heat and desire pooling in his stomach and coiling through every nerve. Your name lights up on his phone, the light buzzing adding to the countless missed texts and calls on the screen. Rafayel spares a glance at his phone before chucking it across the studio. He swears he might come from the thought of you alone. 

On cue, the studio’s front door opens with a bang. 

Disregarding protocall entirely you charge in, swinging both your guns around as you shout. “Rafayel! Yell if you’re trapped or injured, or... or just say something!”

There’s a crash behind you, and you nearly shoot, lowering the pistol only when you see a seagull that must have snuck in, topple over another vase, and flee through the wide open windows. 

No Wanderers. Not yet.

The studio is in ruins. Its usual “organized disorganization” would be considered neat in comparison. It looks like a thief ransacked the place, and a hurricane followed suit. Scraps of clothing and swirls of paint splatter across the floor like blood at a crime scene. 

Alarm creeps further into your voice, and you call for him again. “Rafayel! Please say something, anything, just let me know you’re okay.” You creep along the edge of the wall, turning into the main room, expecting the worst: to see him bleeding out, or knocked unconscious, or–

Lying on the couch. 

He’s lying on the couch. 

Sprawled against the cushions, you’re nearly convinced Rafayel is sleeping until you notice the audible rasp in his breathing, skin flushed red in a picture of debauchery. You felt your breath hitch as you scanned him up and down to check for injuries, his billowing shirt splayed open with all the buttons ripped off, and trousers shunted down at the front, clinging to the jut of his hips, trail of dark purple hair pathing the way to his hand, which was clawing against his thigh. 

You force yourself to look away, a tremor in your voice. “Are you injured? Do you need a doctor?”

“Stop talking.” Rafayel groans in pain and you holster your firearms before rushing to his side, kneeling by the couch as he flinches away from your body, his hand pressed to the lower half of his face. Your knees brush something rough and you look down, realizing the floorboards have been burned. 

“Your Evol,” panic returns and you reach out to check Rafayel’s temperature. “It’s acting up. We need to get you to a doctor.” Your fingers hardly brush against his forehead before they’re yanked away. Rafayel springs up, clutching your wrist so tightly you flinch, putting as much distance between the two of you as he could without releasing his hold. 

“No.” His chest is heaving, and you hardly hear him over the hand he still has over his mouth, muffling his words. “You need to leave. Right now.” 

“You’re the one holding me.”

Bewildered, Rafayel looks at his arm as though unaware of his own moments. But he makes no move to unhand you.

Slowly, you lean closer, letting your free hand rest against Rafayel’s cheek, gasping at how hot he is to the touch. Fuck. Your hand is so deliciously cool against his skin that Rafayel can’t help but lean his entire weight against it, nudging his face into your palm as a strangled whine hisses through his teeth. A tug, and you gasp as you’re pulled down, tripping into Rafayel’s lap as his lips graze the sensitive skin of your inner wrists. 

The position is beyond compromising, especially considering Rafayel’s state of undress. Stumbling forward, your free hand pushes against his bare chest, and you try to free yourself, willing your eyes not to travel any lower to his unbuckled trousers. “Rafayel…”

“Don’t,” he curses into your palm, inhaling deeply before biting. He moans deep in his chest, licking up your fingers, sucking gently at each digit as you feel your body flush. “Don’t say my name like that. Don’t move or breathe in my direction either.” 

He continues suckling against your fingers, and you would have snapped at his ridiculous demands if it wasn’t for the fact that you doubt you could form any words at all right now, dumbfounded as a dull heat throbs against your lower stomach. 

As if noticing, Rafayel’s mouth opens with a deep breath, cursing as he goes back to nipping and kissing your wrist. “Fuck,” he laughs, delirious, “I can smell how turned on you are. You– you’re temptation itself.”

Rafayel places another kiss to your palm before yanking your arm behind him, and you gasp when his head tilts, lips grazing the column of your throat, words slurred and raspy. His breath is scalding, every gentle brush of his lips against your skin sending your nerves on edge.

You feel dizzy. 

"Don't talk. Don't even move. Just stay- hah - stay with me."

His hands, both his free one and the one pinning your wrists, roam, caressing you as he presses wet kisses along your throat. It is all you can do to hold still, but when he sucks harshly against the pulse point at the base of your neck, a moan slips through your clenched teeth. You try to squirm out of his grip, but the action only grinds against Rafayel's crotch, and you tense up immediately at the very obvious bulge, hot, sticky fluid already soaking through his trousers. 

The artist nearly sobs at the mere friction, expression a mixture of pained and pleading as he begs up at you. "Stay. Please."

He doesn't mean just for the moment. He means always, for eternity, for every lifetime he’s cursed to live. He’s never letting you go again. 

And you can do nothing but nod. 

You want to help him, really, in every way, endlessly, but taking advantage of him while he’s so helpless and desperate feels wrong. Worry sets in, and you cup his jaw, Rafayel keening into your touch with a whine. “Does this have something to do with Lemuria?”

Rafayel swallows, his hands sliding to your waist and gripping tightly, as though he expects you to disappear at any moment. You can see the indecision on his face, the conflict as he fights the desire clouding his brain. He opens his mouth, and closes it again. He tries a second time and succeeds, the words sounding painful and forced even as your thumbs trace his face, caressing every edge and curve. 

"I never imagined this would happen. You’re not- I mean, it only ever happens to Lemurian mates.” He’s shaking beneath you, eyes going unfocused as your touch ventures lower, down his collarbones, squeezing at his chest, tracing his abs, and further still. “I knew you were special, my muse, but not special enough to drive me into heat.”

He’s joking, teasing you, but you can’t help the flush of arousal at that statement. Your brows furrow, the gears in your head turning. You try not to sound too excited, the thought of Rafayel in heat is enough to distract you from the urgency of the situation. Again, Rafayel notices, inhaling your scent as something trills deep within his chest. 

"If you need my help, then you have it. Any way you want.”

Your fingers slide against the hem of his trousers, and Rafayel's breath hitches. His fingers dig into the meat of your hips- you swear his nails are sharper than normal- and a sharp thrill shoots through you at the feeling. You can practically see his control slipping away, the last threads fraying, and he bites into your shoulder with a moan, fangs nipping through the fabric of your clothes.

Rafayel releases the bite and looks at you, expression wild. His pupils are dilated and his tongue licks the corner of his mouth, eyes darting back and forth between yours and the mark he's made.

"If you say things like that," he warns, the hand around your wrist tightening. You can't help the soft gasp that escapes, and Rafayel growls at the noise. He lurches forward and kisses you hard, all tongue and teeth. 

"I-I can't." Rafayel pants. The expression he wears is so unlike him that it's shocking, and you feel your core clench. He's completely unraveled, hair disheveled, clothes torn and askew. 

And, fuck, you swear some of his pheromones must have infected you too, because you can’t stop staring at him. He’s gorgeous- more than usual- a furious pink blush from the tips of his ears down to the mole on his chest you can’t stop kissing, the color a beautiful contrast to his dark locks, now wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead in thick curls. 

His eyes never leave yours, not even as they roll in pleasure, their sunset hues dimmed with an animalistic sort of hunger that makes you shiver with every forceful roll of his hips against yours. It’s punishing, brutal, and a violent contrast to the tears brimming in his eyes from the mere friction alone.

You want to ruin him. You plan on it.

"I won't be able to stop," Rafayel whines, and you can't stop your hips from rutting back against him, the sensation pulling a choked sob from his throat. You swallow the noise with a kiss, the motion so gentle compared to his desperate, frenzied fucking. It's all he can do not to break, his control already slipping through his fingers like sand. “I won’t want to, I’ll fuck you until you can think of nothing else, just me. Only me.”

The idea sends a sharp spike of heat through your core. His desperation and need for you is intoxicating, and you know his warning is sincere. He won’t let you go until you tell him to. You should be scared.

But all you can think of is his voice in your ear, begging and crying.

Your voice is hardly a whisper, "What do you need from me, Rafayel?"

"To breed you. To have my pretty human filled with my brood, to fuck you full."

You moan at the vulgarity of his words, and the sound goes straight to his cock. Rafayel groans as he fucks harder against your thigh, his own breath ragged as he tucks his forehead against your neck. 

But the mention of his brood has you nervous, and you gasp the question between moans at Rafayel’s insistent grinding. You don’t know much about Lermurian biology, but between the myths and Rafayel’s teasing, you have a vague idea that makes your head spin.

“How many, ah-” fucking hell, the word seems weird to think of, let alone say, “eggs do Lemurians usually have?”

Rafayel laughs at that, and you nearly sigh at the sound, the familiarity comforting. It isn't mocking, more surprised, and the sound is music to your ears, especially considering the delirious state he was in.

"Don't be silly, love," he teases, but his hips don't stop moving, undoubtedly soaking through his trousers and your pants. "We're not animals, we're civilized creatures."

His tone shifts, the light-hearted nature vanishing in an instant. The words are hissed against the shell of your ear, and a violent shiver runs through you. "I'll fill you to the brim, make sure you never forget who you belong to. Make sure every creature knows whose bitch you are. You're mine, and I'll mark you however I wish, however many times I must, until the message is clear."

A sharp pinch on the shell of your ear makes you gasp. He bit you. The pain is gone as fast as it came, replaced with a wet tongue and warm lips. A whimper slips out, and you feel his cock twitch at the sound.

"So, my lovely mate, since you’re so eager, how many eggs do you want?"

He’s mocking you. Brat. 

Blushing furiously, you shove him down, pushing yourself up to a kneeling position as Rafayel whines at the loss of contact, hips bucking into empty air. You can feel his cock throbbing against your leg, and his hand reaches out for you, fingers barely grazing your skin before you roughly push him back down.

You give him a firm look, and the sight of your stern gaze sends a fresh wave of arousal through his body, his cock jerking as Rafayel keens and throws his head back, unable to meet your eyes. He’s trembling, and the hand you pinned down flies to his face, covering his eyes as you scowl down at him.

“Alright, alright, ‘m sorry.” He laughs, trailing into a moan as you finally sit back against him. “It depends, our biology doesn’t favor us. We mate once, and despite going into these seasons our clutches only take once a decade or so. Per season is variable too, anywhere from five to a dozen.”

Up to a dozen. 

A dozen eggs.

In you.

Fuck.

You must have made a sound because Rafayel looks at you with a cheeky grin, and a mischievous glint in his eye. He can smell the want on you, the scent is driving him wild, and you know it. But the realization of your want sends another ripple of desire through him, and Rafayel grunts in pain, writing against the cushions. 

"Fuck, need you, need you so, so bad." He growls, grabbing your wrist and yanking you towards him. You lose balance, and your knees slide against the couch, falling over him with a gasp. "Need you. Need you now, please, need my mate, need you to be mine–"

Greedy. 

You scoff before his mouth is on yours again, licking up into you. He's insatiable, and as he presses closer you swear his teeth feel sharper, catching against your bottom lip.

“Poor baby,” you coo, palming Rafayel through his boxers as his eyes roll back at your touch. His mouth opens in a gasp, and you can see the hint of fangs, the razor edge of his canines. They glint in dusk’s low light, and you lean closer to get a better look. Rafayel can sense your interest, and his head lolls to the side, giving you a better view as he bares his throat, a dull blue shimmer now coating the sides, pulsing in time to his racing heart. 

It's a vulnerable position, one he would never allow anyone else to see him in. But you are not anyone, and he trusts you enough to offer himself up, trusts you to protect him as he succumbs to his desires, even if you’re the one that holds the knife. 

And you reward him for his loyalty. 

"Mmm, such a good boy, showing your mate what a pretty mess you are." Your voice is sweet and praising, and you feel Rafayel shudder violently, biting his lip deep enough to draw blood to stop the high-pitched moan that rips from his chest. Then he stills. “Did you just…” 

“Don’t tease,” he bucks into your palm, impossibly hard still in a way that is utterly nonhuman. “Just once more, make me come once more, and I’ll fuck you properly. Promise.”

You hardly need to be told twice. 

Slipping off the side of the couch, you coax Rafayel to turn with you, settling between his legs as you work at his belt. “Then let me taste you.”

His thigh jumps at that, and Rafayel throws his head back against the wall with a dull thud, his hand already lacing into your hair. 

For all that talk his cock was still surprisingly human-like. It doesn’t look too different from before, still annoyingly well-endowed and leaking violently against the angry purple-red tip. But this time there’s a faint pale blue discoloration around the base, with a shine you can’t tell is a result of his Lemurian lineage or due to the copious amounts of precum he’s dripping down to his thighs. 

Gods, he’s messy.

There’s nothing sweet in the way you fuck him within your mouth, tongue trailing a prominent vein against the underside of his dick until you reach the tip once again. Rafayel goads you forward by pushing and pulling your head with his hand and his almost obnoxiously loud moans and mumbles of praise.

Both of your hands join, one stroking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth and the other massaging against his balls, each one heavy and tense, waiting to spill into something other than your mouth. The slick slap of skin on skin spurs you on, and Rafayel’s hand rips through the fabric on the couch with sharp nails you now feel digging into the back of your neck. 

“I’m almost–” He warns, and you nearly choke in surprise at the feeling of something swell against the base of his cock, a firm, round intrusion that has Rafayel sobbing. Then, he comes, overflowing down your throat as you force yourself off, thick ropes of cum covering your face and shooting over his bare abdomen and chest, and then more. And more. 

All of that, and he’s still hard. 

Despite the strands of cum dripping between your hands, chin, and his cock, Rafayel still feels no relief. The bulge against the base of his cock inflates more, and he trills, a deep sound akin to whalesong deep in his chest. 

“It’s no use, I need…” A breathy moan, and Rafayel yanks you both to your feet. “Ocean. Now.”

His words devolve into incoherent rambling, and you nod, dragged alongside him as he clings to you like a child, his weight nearly toppling you both over as his knees buckle. You catch him, but his strength is inhuman, and even with the help of your Evol he could crush you.

You are his.

You will finally be his.

Rafayel’s grip around you tightens, and a possessive growl rumbles against his throat. He needs to feel you against him, inside him, his instincts screaming to mark you in every way conceivable. 

The studio's back doors lead directly to the beach, and the summer night breeze hits Rafayel with a delicious chill against his burning skin. The air tastes of salt and brine, the scent familiar and comforting— the smell of home.

The ocean is as gorgeous as it is terrifying in the midst of night. The roar of the waves and the silver reflection of the full moon are the only things illuminating the vast darkness before you. Yet Rafayel shows no such fear as he tugs you further along the beach, kissing and nipping and groping at you endlessly as he strips you of your clothes, his own following suit. 

"You'll regret leaving me after this," Rafayel whispers, pressing his lips to the pulse of your neck. 

"Silly fishie," you murmur, pulling him closer. “Why would I ever leave you?"

He sighs, leaning his forehead against yours. You figured he was simply being overdramatic yet again, but Rafayel refuses to meet your eyes, smiling in a way you know all too well, lopsided and teasing and empty. “Of course, silly me. Why would anyone ever leave me?” He huffs, running a hand through his hair, preening. ”I’m perfect.”

You scoff, shoving him gently as you roll your eyes. Of course he would be cocky right before getting his brains fucked out.

"Well, you are quite pretty for a fish."

Rafayel laughs, deep and rumbling in his chest, a contagious sound that has you laughing too, until the cold spray of the ocean hits you with a light mist. The crest of another wave surges against you, curling around your ankles and knees as the tide ebbs and flows. Rafayel spares you one last teasing grin before running further into the ocean, disappearing beneath the waves without so much as a splash. 

You can’t help but feel nervous as you watch and listen for a break in the sea, knowing when your lover emerges, he will be a wholly different being than the one you’ve memorized every curve and edge of. 

But you want him to know you’ll accept him regardless. No matter how scaled or fish-like or ugly he may become. 

As if testing you, your mind conjures up a horrid fish-monster complete with swampy hair and a shark’s face before you chase the thought away, shaking your head violently. There’s no way a man as gorgeous as Rafayel could turn into a creature so hideous… Right?

Regardless, you’d help him. Regardless, you’d stay with him, love him. 

This you vowed.

And the ocean listens, seafoam curling around your ankles before it retreats, carrying with it your promise into its depths. Keeping it. 

A splash breaks the surface of the waves and you squint into the darkness. Sure enough, you see the outline of a man, cutting through the waves with a dull glow, as if parting the waters themselves. 

“Surely you don’t plan on making me wait any longer.” Rafayel complains, “Join me, my muse. My heart.” 

His voice coaxes you forward, and like a sailor drawn by a siren’s call, you walk further into the ocean. Each soft wave crashes higher against your legs until the salty spray hits the bare skin of your stomach, and you flinch from the chill against every sensitive part of your body. 

Finally, he’s close enough for you to see everything in the evening glow, and your breath leaves you entirely. 

He’s still your Rafayel, the mischievous glow against his duochromatic eyes reminds you of that much, but there’s a vibrant blue glow to them, a clearer blue than the ocean itself, one that freckles down his neck and body with bioluminescent markings. There’s also that familiar pointed smile he still wears, only, at the upper corner you catch the glint of fangs. Even longer than before. A splash, and your attention snaps behind him, where an enormous tail flicks impatiently out of the waves, a pale blue rippling into the color of the ocean’s depths, complete with purples and blues so dark it could be night itself. 

Dragging a hand across his cheek, you press your forehead against his own. “You’re gorgeous.” 

Rafayel’s ears heat up, and he can hardly stop himself from succumbing to his instinct begging him to take you, to lure you into the stormy depths and to fuck you until you lay writhing, full of his brood on the seafloor. 

Instead, he lets you explore him, his new body, and what remained of the man you knew. Drunk on his siren’s call, you are pulled closer to him, waves lapping at your chest now as you trace the swirls of purple, vermillion, and gold markings dancing down his chest, scales of the same hues following down until the warmth of Rafayel’s skin turns to the cold, smooth feel of scales and he gasps against your touch. 

One moment you’re standing against the waves and the next you’re dragged back to shore, pinned against the sand.

“I’m sorry, I promise you’ll have more time to ogle and worship my body another day.” You scoff, about to throw a snarky reply when Rafayel presses his tail between your legs, yards of it still tailing behind the two of you as you’re effectively pinned. “But right now, I need to breed my pretty little mate full.”

You whine, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and leaning up to kiss him before he can babble any more nonsense. His lips taste like seafoam and smoke, and you gasp into his mouth as you feel his tail begin to roll into your hips, the motion smooth from the foreign texture of his scales and your own dripping slick. 

“Ah, you’re going to have to…” Almost embarrassed, Rafayel’s hand leaves yours, trailing down his own body as he prods against the underside of his tail. Curious, your fingers follow his own, finding a spot where the rough scales turn soft and smooth, a seam that feels like muscle, and within it, an equally wet slit. “There.”

You’re too desperate to even tease him, working your fingers in gentle circles until you ease one in, stroking the smooth velvet of his walls until both of your fingers can slip in. Then, something bumps against your fingers, prodding as you help coax it out. 

Rafayel groans, his enormous body convulsing as he presses against you. “Hurry up.” He grinds harder, nearly pulling you deeper into his slit. “Hurry up, hurry up, you’re taking too long.”

Rafayel has always been a demanding lover. But not like this. Not like he might actually die if he isn’t inside of you right at this very moment.

You huff, amused. Why not make him suffer just a little more? 

“What do we say when we want something, Rafayel?”

“Fuck. You are impossibly cruel, can’t you see I’m already suffering and yet still you make an effort to be so–” You curl your fingers up, knuckles roughly knocking against his still-sheathed cock. You very well almost come undone at the face he makes, twisted in pleasure as his eyes roll back, jaw slack with a high-pitched whine as he arches into your punishing touch. “Please! Please, ah, I’ll beg. I’ll beg, I’ll- fuck - I’ll fill you so well, I swear, just let me breed you.”

How could you say no to something so sweet?

Finally pulling his cock free, your breath catches at the sheer weight of it, heavy against your stomach and at least two inches longer and rough to the touch, ridges slick with how badly he’s leaking as you feel up and down his tapered length. But, unlike back at his studio, this liquid is clear and leaves pinpricks against your palm, almost going numb as he spills and drips onto your skin. 

Rafayel gasps, “Antispastic. It’s muscle relaxant to keep our mates comfortable and pliant for us.” 

Comfortable and pliant. You suddenly feel the very opposite, especially when you remember the end goal of this mating session. 

“Shh,” Rafayel coos against your ear as though hearing your fears, his fingers already working against your entrance as he whispers sweet nothings and praise into your ears. “I’ll make sure this doesn’t hurt any more than you want it to.”

And with that his fingers retreat, grinding his enormous form closer as you feel the nudge of his cock against your core, pushing in with the help of the gentle rocking from the waves, tapered tip making the stretch easier. 

You wince and Rafayel immediately kisses you, distracting you with his tongue before he hilts himself in one brutal movement, pinning you down as you thrash in protest. The pain only blinds you for a second, and then the relaxant does its work, filling you with a warm, tingling feeling that almost has you floating. You let out a garbled plea and Rafayel coos in response, lacing his fingers with yours. 

Despite already being fucked deep within you, Rafayel’s hips rut insistently against yours, pushing and pushing until you can feel the round bulge at the base of his cock grind against your clit, making you cry into his lips. 

Every ridge on the side of his cock catches deliciously against your walls, and you arch off the beach, your legs twitching against Rafayel’s tail until he lifts one up, nipping against your ankle and calf before hooking it over his shoulder, still suckling at the delicate skin around your inner thigh.

The intimacy of it all scares you. 

For the past month Rafayel has been insatiable, as if once he finally got you in his bed he never wanted you to leave again, always finding a way to lure you on top of him or trap you underneath, the perfect picture of lust. Regardless, it would always end with fast, frenzied fucking. But not like this. 

Not with him slowly rocking into you, pulling back until just his tip remained before grinding all the way in as he whispered songs in a language you could not understand. Not with him intertwining his fingers with yours and watching your every reaction with utmost receptiveness and adoration. Not with him kissing away your tears as you come undone. 

But for Rafayel, this was long overdue.

After all, he’s chased you throughout every lifetime, forsaking his people, giving up his heart, and vowing himself to you time and time again despite knowing how it ends— how it always will.

Your face goes slack at your sudden orgasm, but Rafayel helps you through it, one hand unlacing from yours as he thumbs your clit until your shudders subside. He whispers, not caring that you’re still too fucked-out to hear. “I’m not a patient man, you know. I’ve been waiting for centuries. And now you’re here, you’re here and you’re all mine.” Another kiss to your forehead before he feels that uncontrollable heat rise again, letting it take over. “I’m never letting you go again.”

When you come to the first thing you feel again is the rhythmic pounding against your sweet spot, and you writhe against the sand with a violent gasp. Desperate for some sort of relief, your hands push at Rafayel’s chest, futilely trying to force him back or at least get him to slow down until another particularly rough thrust has you sobbing, clawing at his arms and shoulders.

But Rafayel hardly seems to notice. He’s lost himself entirely, eyes glazed over as they fixate on where his cock bullies into you, muscles across his back and tail pushing him forward with a force that makes you scream. Fueled by your mindless whimpers, he forces his cock in deeper, chasing his release so he can finally, finally fuck you full. 

Rafayel also doesn’t last long, his third orgasm hitting him violently enough that he nearly collapses on top of you, purring against your throat with a trill that comes from deep within his chest. His fangs dig into the juncture between your shoulder and neck as he continues to come, rope after rope coating your cervix, filling you with a warmth alongside the muscle relaxant. You nearly come too, almost uncomfortably wet, slick enough that even the monstrous ridges alongside Rafayel’s cock slip deeper and deeper inside you with terrifying ease. 

Again, he moans something in another language, a series of clicks and purrs rumbling from his chest, eyes dark and unfocused as he forces you to look up at him. “You’ve been so, so good for me. Pretty little mate needs to be fucked full though, ya? Need to be filled with my brood?” You don’t even realize you’ve come at his words, something else squirming against your clit below his swollen base. Rafayel licks your tears away, tongue nonhuman as its length curls around your cheek, moaning at the taste of your sweat, arousal, and seasalt. “Shh, it’s okay, I’ll defy your silly human biology, make you a mommy.”

Fighting to prop yourself up against the sand, you reach down, hand trembling as it thumbs against Rafayel’s slit once more. But this time, something else has begun to emerge.

Rafayel sobs against your neck, keeping what you now realize is his first cock buried greedily inside you, unwilling to pull out by any more than an inch. Drunk off of him, you messily press two fingers into his slit, hiking your legs further up his shoulders to give you better access to where the two of you are joined against the splash of the waves. 

Dipping your fingers in, you inhale sharply at the squirm of something rough, thumbing the coil out as it writhes and curls into the warmth of your palm. his second cock is not, well, it’s a tentacle for lack of a closer human anatomical reference. All ridges and scales as you coax it to a similarly monstrous length as the first, but thicker, writhing as though possessing a mind of its own.

And right below it, you feel the obvious bulge against Rafayel’s tail where his eggs are. 

You’re suddenly very, very grateful for the Lemurians’ natural muscle relaxant. 

Despite the slick practically leaking from you, you still tense as the tip of the tentacle dick begins to flick and tease at your already full entrance, not giving you a moment to breathe before it begins pushing in alongside the first. It pokes and prods enough to have you whimpering before Rafayel holds your thighs still and thrusts, forcing both his cocks in to the hilt.

It feels impossible. It shouldn't be possible.

But the way he fits is perfect, a tight, burning stretch, the ridges along his first cock and the suctions on the second bruising you in ways that make you scream, vision going dark around the edges as Rafayel moans into your ears. Your cunt feels abused to the point of numbness, the pain dissolving as your mouth hangs open, jaw slack as nonsensical babbles and pleas fall from your lips. 

And, fuck, Rafayel doesn’t even bother waiting to let you regain your sanity before his two cocks start pistoning in and out of you, the bottom one curling and stroking against the first, effortlessly brutal along the slick walls of your cunt. His fangs ghost along the shell of your ear as he splays his huge, slightly webbed hand across your lower belly. 

"How deep am I?" He rolls his hips again, rougher. You cry as Rafayel’s weight forces you to tuck further under him, nearly folding you in half as your legs press against his tail. "Can I go deeper? Can I? Please, please, please—" 

You gasp, mewling and writhing as you feel the bottom cock begin to squirm again. Bullying its way into your cervix, it thrashes violently against that spongy spot inside you that has your vision spinning. Rafayel is fairing no better, losing the capacity for human speech altogether, moaning as his cock finally breaches the tight ring of muscle, fucking into your womb.

Even through the haze, legs numb and twitching, your body still convulses in protest as you feel the bulge pressing against your clit begin to move. Rafayel shudders right as it does, clawed hands digging into the back of your thighs as he forces you impossibly closer. The bottom cock twitches, coaxing your womb open, and you moan as you feel the bulge creep forward.

This should hurt, it should horrify you, and yet it only breaks you in ways that will ruin you for any future lovers. Not that you ever plan on leaving him. Not after this. 

Rafayel thrusts one last time, waves raging around you as he does so, and you nearly sob as you feel the bulge shift up his length, dragging slowly against your walls until it presses against your cervix. Even then you only cry in pleasure, nails digging bloody crescents into Rafayel’s shoulder as he does the same against your thighs, the antispastic doing its work in keeping you deliriously wet and pliant. You roll your hips desperately against your lover, and the sudden shift in position forces the first egg beyond the tight barrier, falling into your womb.

Gods. It feels heavy, it feels wrong, it feels so fucking good you come again with a silent scream.

Rafayel swallows every noise with a messy kiss, his serpentine tongue curling around your own and sucking, nearly fucking itself into your mouth as you get lightheaded from both the lack of air and the press of his second egg already at your entrance. You sob into Rafayel’s lips, greedily moving your hips against his own, forcing him in further before he obliges, shoving your thighs further apart until your knees touch the sand too. Then you feel the weight of the second egg bump against the first, overwhelmed as the next has already begun stretching you full again. 

The two of you are reduced to little more than animals, helpless fucking and licking and moaning against one another as the eggs come one after another, again and again and again until your womb feels bloated and abused, the feeling euphoric thanks to the copious amount of relaxant and cum already flooding you. Rafayel’s bottom cock convulses after depositing the seventh egg, its tip finally wriggling out from your cervix’s vise grip against it, sucking and soothing your abused walls as you come once again, sobbing and numb to the pleasure-pain.

“Perfect,” Rafayel coos against your lips, rutting insistently inside you as his fingers lace with yours, forcing you to feel the taunt skin over your womb, the bulge obvious and hyper-sensitive. “You did so well, my perfect little mate, you deserve a reward don’t you?” 

Unable to form words, you nod, your entire body trembling as Rafayel laughs, thrusting his hips again, each one sharp and punishing against your overly-sensitive cunt, pelvis smacking your clit as your vision spins. He trills, a shudder overtaking his enormous body as his scales glow, pale blues and deep purples flicking violently down his skin and tail as the waves crash around him, continuing until he comes inside of you. It’s endless, the warmth coating every aching surface of your cunt up until your poor stretched womb, hot and thick as you feel Rafayel futilely attempt to keep it all in you with his dicks and then fingers. 

What does end up squirting back down your thighs and onto his abdomen is lapped up by the ocean, and the waves offer a cool relief as Rafayel finally pulls out and collapses onto the sand beside you. You feel simultaneously horribly empty and heavy, something Rafayel takes note of as he pulls you against him, humming into your neck and wrapping his arms around yours, careful not to place any pressure against your sensitive middle. 

He groans against your ear, and you turn in panic, only to see him back to his human form, the only evidence left of his tail the deep valleys against the sand where it once rested. You immediately regret moving, however, as the weight against your womb lurches you off balance and you moan before stilling yourself on your side. Holy fuck, how long will this last? 

“R-” your voice is raspy and you wince, “Rafayel?” 

He hums in answer, already kneeling beside you before lifting you easily in his arms, carrying you bridal style as he litters butterfly kisses over your forehead and nose. “What you said about the, um, fertilizing thing. These won’t actually hatch, will they?”

Again, Rafayel laughs, pressing his nose against the top of your head as he inhales. Another giggle. “Maybe.” You hit him. Hard. “Ouch, meanie. No, even with all of that there’s hardly a chance Lemurian clutches take. Not to mention you’re a human, so therefore not our necessary host.” 

You choose to let his provocative word choice go over your head and sigh in relief. Thumbing gently against the bulge of your lower stomach, you lean further into Rafayel’s chest, nearly lulled to sleep by the sound of his heart thumping in time to the crash of the waves. 

“But,” Rafayel sings the word with a playful lit. “If any of them do happen to fertilize, we can just fish them out before they hatch.”

“We can what.”

Gods, what did you get yourself into?

if requests are open, can we see nanami x breeding kink? i know he would be the perfect daddy 💕

❤︎ ໋𓈒 husband nanami finding out he has a breeding kink.

warnings. fem! reader, mating press, breeding kink, praise, soft dom nanami, mdni.

breeding.

he wouldn’t even know he had such a kink until afterwards, finishing inside of you for about the third time with hot puffs of air running from his lips.

his eyes, dark brown pools that intently stared into yours, he’s in utter love with you and only you. your current position was supine—your legs would be perfectly sprawled and spread for him. mating press, such a deep and thorough angle. so deep to where you were practically seeing stars.

“… you drive me crazy, you know that?” he’d huff out lowly between rough breaths. you stare at him with glossy eyes, a hand softly clinging onto his wrist. he was always so gentle, deep yet precise strokes to make you feel every inch. such eyebrows of his curl up and furrow as he intakes a single sharp breath, the feeling of such thick ropes spewing inside your walls makes him groan. “always s—so good at milking me.”

sloppy hips thwack and drill into you, and that’s when he leans right up close to you—you’re met with lust filled fawn eyes and a needy smile.

“ah. eyes up here, wanna see that pretty face,” and his tempo was so unhinged. you glance up at him and he mutters off a soft, “hi my love,” and you could have just melted right there. nanami lightly presses a hand against your tummy, a thumb swiftly tracing near the exact spot where he was reaching you inside. so full, you moan before he leans in to kiss you, yet instead, he conceals his own whine into the crook of your neck. “this—tummy would look so pretty if it was nice ‘n round for me like last time.”

the very corners of your lips tugs, it outlines into a sweet pout before you whimper, “make me fuller then, kento,” you’d heave out. he was jackhammering such merciless yet tenderly passionate thrusts into your cunt, effortlessly smacking back against you. “wanna f-feel fuller.”

you had the white bed sheets bawl into the palms of your hands. everything felt so warm, his hips just continued to rotate and jerk and jerk and jerk. it was hypnotic, he knew just where to prod the head of his cock right against you.

you’re nearly drooling. just imagining such lengthy ropes of his pump you full. you wanted it, no—you needed it. desperately, you were practically being fucked into the mattress—the mattress in question creaked and sang in such harmony it was hard not to ignore its sounds.

the entire feeling, you were clamping down on him so tight that his jaw tenses. a simple sight like that was oh so sexy in the slightest, nanami lightly bites down on his lip. a cute flushed expression slowly painting over his face once he catches you still staring. he was chasing his own breath, giving you slow yet perfect full vivacious thrusts.

“k-kento,” you’d moan with a slight gasp, he brings a hand to slide your arms all the way up. it’s almost teasing, the way he makes you hold your hands high, a soft simper rests against his lips the entire time. your legs quaver, feeling how easy it was for him to stretch you out. his touch, it was blisteringly hot, blisteringly tender.

he made sure to delicately trace his fingers all over your skin. he wouldn’t dare miss a spot. not with a body as perfect as yours. that’s what he saw in his eyes anyway. “so—so goooood, don’t s-stop baby.”

“wasn’t gonna,” he huffs out, and his voice was so raspy and rich. a subtle coarse of baritone hidden underneath his deep tone. you peer up at him and he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose. “if my princess wants to feel more full, i’ll do just that. give her anything she wants.”

you whimper, feeling him hit such a sensitive angle, he hit it just right too.

the crown of his dick made its way through every crevice of your walls. he reached in spots that you didn’t think he’d reach — not at all, you failed to hide your moans by this point and he thought you sounded so cute. knowing he was the one to make you sound like this, feel this way, it made him happy. that’s all he wanted, your pleasure was his pleasure.

every. single. spot.

whilst your toes curled, you feel your back start to seemingly arch on its own before even more sweetened whimpers fly past your sheeny lips. “give m-me,” you started to speak. he raises a brow marginally, brushing a thumb against your lower lip before feeling himself about to bottom out. at that point, he was fully inside, you felt it and you only mewled out a candied, “give me another baby kento. please.”

“oh,” he softly murmurs, and his tongue playfully licks against your neck—a sweet lap, he savored your taste before teasingly starting to nibble.

“gonna give you triplets this time,” and he brings a hand down your chest, then towards your stomach, real slow. you moan once he gingerly lifts up your leg before giving your ankle a kiss. “this what you want, sweetheart? more of this? more of … me?”

“yes,” you pout, feeling your cunt just swallowing his hefty shack, his base smacks back and forth against you to where you’re almost giddy. you felt like you were on cloud nine, nanami’s strokes, his thrusts hell, his enticing rhythm had you nearly speechless. you let off a soft meek once the shivering cold metal of his watch band slithers against your skin.

the more he touched you, the more close you became to making yet another mess on him. of course, like the good husband he was, nanami would happily clean you up.

“y-yes, kento,” you repeat in a honeyed voice, by this point, your legs were well wrapped around his waist. fully having him in a secure lock, not ever thinking to let go, you couldn’t nor did you want to. he drove into your gummy walls so good that you let off the sugared most melodic moans right up against his earlobe. “want…..another baby.”

“i know you do,” he hushes, bringing a chaste kiss towards your collarbone. you swallow a thick imaginary lump that grew into your throat. only tiny squeaks would come out — you moaned, tightening your legs hold around him before you started to picture such fanciful things.

fanciful things like nanami pouring yet another a thick load into you, and as you’re deep in thought he’s doing just that. a gasp gets caught in his lips before he leans up close to you. his broad chest presses up against you before he groans. out of all the notorious enemies he’s had to fight, he was simply no match for your pussy. its grip had him being the one with his eyes nearly rolling back.

“f-fuck,” and you felt yourself throb, making direct eye contact with him. it was rare, yet hearing nanami swear was so infrequent.

it was the way he swore, spewing out such filthy words underneath his breath. long ruffled strands of messy hair nearly occluding his view of vision. he reaches to move some of his hair away from his face, just so he could get a good glimpse of you—a good glimpse of his wife.

“look at me,” he says in a soft tone, he was buried so deep within you, you saw how his muscles tensed and his jaw tightened. he made his hips come to a halt completely before he leans in to gift you with another kiss. “mwah,” he smooches near your jawline, “mwah,” near your chin, and a final kiss near your lips.

your heart, it fluttered.

nanami felt warm all over his body, as well as the sheer warmth that coated him from being inside you. “i—i love you,” you’d whine, feeling such massive velvet ropes of cum going all inside of you. he merely lets off a purr at the way the back of your heel skims down his back. “so much.”

“i love you,” he returns it. his mouth briefly opens, and he was about to say ‘more’ but he pauses. nanami’s weight was still hovering over you before he brings a same big hand down towards your tummy. “now, we wait. you’re such a good mommy for me, sweetheart.”

ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐎𝐇, 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ~ ! (𝒢𝐸𝒯𝒪 𝒮𝒰𝒢𝒰𝑅𝒰)

sailor! geto suguru x f! siren! reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ mythological creature au ﾉ nsfw + unprotected sex / raw sex ﾉ size kink ﾉ handjob ﾉ dirty talk ﾉ praise kink ﾉ slight degrading kink ﾉ hair pulling ﾉ clit play ﾉ tongue kissing ﾉ riding ﾉ orgasm denial ﾉ creampie ﾉ msub → mdom + fdom → fsub ﾉ not proofread ! ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

i was literally ab 2 give up on this fic,, supa supa glad i didn't ! ! i rllie luv this idea 'n had a fun ( but sorta frustratin ) time writing it ! art credits go 2 @/shiraki_shiki on twitter ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

The water lapped against the side of the boat, the gentle current rocking the wooden vessel. The sun was beginning to set, the sky painted in hues of pinks and purples, the colors reflecting off the waves. The wind rustled through the leaves of the trees, a faint breeze carrying the scent of sea salt and pine, the air heavy with humidity. Geto hummed softly, the tune a familiar one, the sound of his voice echoing in the silence. You swam beneath the surface, keeping just out of view, peering up at him through the crystal-clear waters.

Your tail swished, propelling you through the water, your scales shimmering in the dying sunlight. You watched him, studying his every movement, the way his hands moved deftly, his fingers curling around the rope, tying the knots securely. He worked with ease, his expression relaxed, his dark hair swept back, a few strands falling loose. You found yourself drawn to him, your curiosity growing, the urge to get closer, to learn more about him, gnawing at you. The many sailors you had seen before had been quite.. unsightly, but he was different. His skin was smooth and pale, his features sharp and angular, a strong jawline and high cheekbones. And his eyes, his eyes were what caught your attention the most. They were dark and intense, like twin pools of obsidian, a deep, endless void, the pupils dilated, the reflection of the sun dancing on the surface of the water. You felt entranced by them, your gaze never wavering, the intensity of his stare making your skin prickle.

You drifted closer, your fins fanning out, the tips of them breaking the surface, rippling through the waves.

A soft, delicate voice caught his attention, the melodic sound drifting towards him, his name being carried by the wind. He looked up, a frown tugging at the corner of his mouth. He scanned the horizon, his brow furrowed, a spark of unease flickering in his eyes. He had heard that same sound before, a few nights prior, and he had dismissed it, assuming it was the product of his imagination, but now he was certain that he had heard it, a haunting, beautiful voice calling out to him.

His heart hammered in his chest, his pulse quickening, his palms sweating. There was something in the water, he could feel it. It was watching him, waiting. A creature, a beast. He had read the legends, he knew the stories. The tales of sirens, half-fish, half-human, that lured sailors to their deaths, singing their hypnotizing songs. What he didn't know was that you didn't want to kill him, in fact, quite the opposite.

You could smell him, his scent drifting towards you, his blood pumping through his veins, the scent of his skin and sweat filling the air. The water was tinged with a metallic tang, his fear making your mouth water, the scent of him invading your nostrils.

"What are you doing out here all alone?"

He turned his head, searching for the source of the voice, but he couldn't see anything, the shadows too thick, the ocean too vast. He swallowed, the sound loud and harsh, his throat dry. "Show yourself." He demanded, his voice strained. You chuckled, the sound echoing through the air, the tone laced with amusement. You swam closer, the surface of the water rippling around you, your tail splashing in the waves. Your fins brushed against the hull of the ship, the contact sending a shiver down your spine. You hummed, a low, musical tone, the notes flowing freely, the sound lilting and sweet. He froze, his eyes wide, his breath catching in his throat. "Where are you?" He called out, his voice cracking, his fingers clutching the rope, his knuckles turning white. "I'm here." You answered, your lips curling into a smirk, a mischievous glint flashing in your eyes. He turned, his gaze roaming over the surface of the water, the moonlight reflecting off the ripples, a faint shimmer catching his eye. You hummed again, the notes flowing freely, the sound reverberating in the air. He shivered, goosebumps prickling his skin, the sound wrapping around him, sinking into his bones.

"You're a pretty one, aren't you? All big and strong. So handsome." You purred, the compliment sounding genuine, the praise sending a rush of heat through him. He felt dizzy, lightheaded, his pulse thundering in his ears. "Why don't you come a little closer, hm? Let me take a look at you." You cooed, the words dripping from your tongue like honey. He hesitated, his muscles tense, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. He knew the consequences, he knew the risk. But he couldn't deny the pull, the magnetic force that drew him in. He inched closer, the boat creaking beneath his feet, the wood groaning under his weight. The scent of him was intoxicating, the heady, masculine scent making your mouth water, your fangs bared, the points digging into your bottom lip. "What's your name, sailor boy?" You asked, the question laced with a playful edge, the words teasing.

"Geto. Geto Suguru." He answered, his tone clipped, his gaze sweeping over the ocean. His eyes widened as you came into view, your tail glistening in the moonlight, the scales shimmering, a rainbow of colors reflected on the surface of the water. Your fins twitched, the translucent appendages rippling, the thin membrane stretching outwards. "Sugu.. what a cute name." You giggled, your voice taking on a flirtatious tone, the sound making his heart skip a beat.

"Thank you." He mumbled, his cheeks flushing, the compliment flustering him. He stared at you, taking in your features, the soft curves of your body, the shape of your waist, the swell of your breasts, the delicate features of your face. You were beautiful, ethereal. You reminded him of a doll, a porcelain sculpture. His eyes darted to your face, his gaze flickering over your skin, your scales, the shimmering iridescence of your fins. "You're not human." He whispered, his words coming out as a statement rather than a question.

"Of course I'm not, silly." You raised a hand, reaching out, your fingers grazing the hull of the boat, the tips of your claws raking against the wood. "But I think you already knew that, didn't you, Suguru?" He shivered, his body reacting to the way you said his name, the sound of his given name on your lips making him weak. You smiled, your teeth flashing, the points glinting in the light, the sight of them making his heart leap into his throat. "Tell me, sailor boy, have you ever been with a girl like me before?"

You asked, your voice taking on a husky, breathless note, a hint of desperation creeping into your tone. Sirens weren't meant to be alone, and the lack of contact was beginning to wear on you. "No." He murmured, his mind wandering, the image of you, your naked body pressed against his, flashing in his mind.

"No? Hm.." A feigned pout formed on your lips, your gaze drifting lower, settling on the tent forming in his pants. "Oh, I see. Is that for me, sailor boy?" You teased, the words making his cheeks heat up, a fresh wave of embarrassment washing over him. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words got stuck in his throat, his tongue feeling heavy. He let out a strangled moan, the sound spilling from his lips before he could stop it. Your gaze snapped up, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth, a devious glint flashing in your eyes.

You reached out a hand, trailing your fingertips over the material of his trousers, a delighted giggle escaping you when he twitched, his hips jerking forward. "So sensitive.." You mused, the sound of your voice sending a jolt through him, his cock throbbing in his pants.

"Well, help me up then, won't you? It's only polite to invite a lady on board, isn't it?"

You batted your lashes at him, the motion exaggerated, a teasing smile playing upon your lips. He nodded, his movements clumsy, his limbs stiff. He reached down, his fingers curling around your wrist, his skin brushing against yours. He pulled you out of the water, your tail flicking in the air, then disappearing and separating into legs instead as he placed you on the deck.

Your seashell bra fell loose, your nipples pebbling, the cool night air causing them to stiffen. He swallowed thickly, his eyes raking over your form, taking in the sight of your plush curves, your soft skin, the way your breasts heaved with each breath you took. His cock twitched, his arousal becoming painfully obvious, his erection straining against the fabric of his pants. Your soft tune resumed, the melody flowing through him, the sound sending shivers down his spine. He was trapped, enthralled, hypnotized. Your voice was soothing, intoxicating, a sweet nectar, dripping from your lips. He couldn't look away, his gaze never leaving yours, the intensity of your stare making him feel weak, a rush of heat flooding his veins. Your lips curled into a grin, a smug expression flitting across your features, the sight of him falling under your spell, giving into your song, pleasing you.

The tension was palpable, a thick fog settling over him, a haze of desire clouding his mind. "Why don't you show me what's hiding in those pants, sailor boy?" You whispered, your voice low and husky, the sound causing goosebumps to break out across his skin. He fumbled with the zipper, the material sliding down his legs, his boxers tenting, his hard cock straining against the cotton. Every one of your words took over him, controlling his body, making him obey. Your voice was his master, the sound of your melody commanding him, his willpower waning, the last of his resolve slipping away.

You reached up, your hands finding his shoulders, gripping the material of his shirt, pushing him backwards. He stumbled, the force of your shove catching him off guard, his back hitting the wooden floorboards. He hissed, the impact sending a jolt of pain through him, the dull ache throbbing in his lower back. You crawled on top of him, your knees bracketing his hips, your fingers tracing patterns on his skin, the touch light and teasing. You ground your hips down, the heat of your pussy seeping through his boxers, the dampness soaking through the fabric. He moaned, the noise getting lost in the back of his throat, his jaw going slack, his eyelids fluttering. Your hips rocked, the motion smooth and fluid, a steady rhythm. You hummed, the sound vibrating through his body, his cock twitching in response. "Such a pretty human, aren't you?" You murmured, the praise making his skin prickle, his cheeks flushing, the heat rising to the surface, coloring his skin. You leaned forward, your lips ghosting over his jaw, trailing over the column of his throat. You nipped at his flesh, the contact sharp and sudden, the sensation causing his pulse to quicken. "Suguru.." You sighed, the sound soft and breathy, a hint of desperation creeping into your tone. He shuddered, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, his nails biting into your skin, the stinging pain causing you to whimper. You tugged at the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down, freeing his aching cock, a breeze causing his heated skin to cool. You wrapped a hand around him, the warmth of your palm encasing his shaft, a groan escaping him, the contact making his body quiver. He was huge, his girth and length making you tremble, a delicious mix of apprehension and anticipation thrumming through you.

"Such a big boy." You cooed, a playful edge to your voice, your thumb swiping over the head of his cock, smearing the beads of precum gathered there. You pumped him, your fist gliding over his heated flesh, the rhythm slow and lazy. "A-ah, fuck.." He groaned, his hips jerking, the motion involuntary, a reflex. "F-feels good.." He slurred, his words slurring together, the combination of his moans and the way his cock throbbed in your palm making you wet, a fresh wave of slick coating your inner thighs. You pressed the pad of your thumb against his slit, the pressure making him cry out, a loud moan escaping him, his back arching. His eyes rolled back, his mouth hanging open, a string of curses and profanities falling from his lips. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.. oh god, please." He babbled, his voice cracking, a strangled whimper spilling from his lips, the sound desperate and needy. Your grip tightened, the pace of your strokes quickening, his hips thrusting upwards, his movements frantic. You watched him, his body writhing beneath yours, the sight of him coming undone making your blood boil, your lust building, a fire burning in the pit of your stomach.

Geto felt the familiar coil of pleasure tightening in his abdomen, the feeling threatening to snap, his release nearing. "Fuck, I-I'm gonna cum." He gasped, the words tumbling from his lips, his eyes screwing shut. You stopped, your hand stilling, your grip loosening. He whined, the sound high-pitched and pathetic, his cock throbbing in your palm. "What are you doing?" He growled, his tone frustrated, his expression one of disbelief. You smiled, a smug, self-satisfied grin, your fangs flashing. "You're not cumming yet, baby." You purred, the word falling from your tongue, the pet name making his cock twitch. You lifted yourself off him, a whine of protest falling from his lips. You spread your legs, your knees planted on either side of him, your hands gripping the edge of the deck. He watched, his gaze roaming over your body, his eyes widening when you sank down, your dripping pussy swallowing his cock, the warmth of your walls enveloping him. "Fuck.." He cursed, the sound coming out as a hiss, his grip on your hips tightening, his fingertips digging into your skin, the stinging pain making you gasp. You braced yourself, your palms flat against his chest, using him for leverage, your body moving on its own, instinct taking over.

You rolled your hips, the movement slow and experimental, the drag of his cock against your walls sending a jolt through you, the sensation causing you to clench around him. The feeling of being filled was foreign, strange, and you felt your body struggling to adjust to his size, the stretch causing an ache to bloom deep in your core. "God, you're fucking tight.." He groaned, his breathing ragged, the strain of holding himself back, evident on his face. "Mm, I bet you've thought about this, haven't you? You've fantasized about a pretty girl like me riding your big cock, haven't you, Sugu?" You asked, the words punctuated with a roll of your hips, the tip of his cock pressing against a spot inside you, the contact sending sparks of pleasure racing through your being.

He moaned in response, his lips pressed into a thin line. His fingers gripped the wooden floorboards, the tips of his nails scraping against the surface, leaving behind deep scratches. He bucked his hips upwards, the force causing you to yelp, a loud cry of surprise escaping you. He set a brutal pace, his cock slamming into you, the motion making your body quiver. He groaned, the sound a mix of pain and pleasure, the feeling of your pussy stretching around him, almost too much to bear. Your thighs quivered, your muscles trembling. You weren't used to this, the feeling of being so full, the sensation of his cock filling you up, making you feel like you were being split in half.

He fucked into you relentlessly, groans and grunts falling from his lips, his face screwed up in a mask of concentration. He could feel his climax approaching, the tension in his abdomen building, the familiar sensation of pleasure coiling in his stomach. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He moaned, the sound guttural and raw, the words a warning. Your grip on his chest tightened, your fingers digging into his skin, the points of your nails pinpricking his flesh. You leaned down, your breath hot and heavy, your teeth grazing his throat, nipping at the exposed skin, before you were tossed over onto your back, the change in position causing you to gasp, your body quivering.

Geto hovered above you, his arms caging you in, his hair falling loose, the strands tickling your face. His eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide, a look of feral hunger crossing his features. "You.." He panted. "You're such a tease." He growled, his words laced with a hint of venom. His fingers tangled in your hair, his grip tight, the pull stinging, causing you to whimper. He pulled, the strands wrapped around his fingers, yanking your head back, exposing the column of your throat. He leaned down, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh, the bite painful and sharp, a choked cry of pleasure spilling from your lips. His hips snapped forward, his cock slamming into you, a loud moan escaping him. The sounds that came from him were guttural and primal, animalistic. The noise was unlike anything you had heard before, a mixture of growls and groans, the sound making your body quiver, a shudder wracking your frame. "Little minx." He grunted, his grip on your hair tightening, the sting causing tears to prick the corners of your eyes. "Such a dirty girl, aren't you? Soaking my cock like this." His breath was hot and heavy against your ear, the heat of his breath making you squirm, a wave of embarrassment washing over you. "You like that, don't you? Like it when I talk dirty to you?" He murmured, his voice a low, seductive drawl. Your pussy clenched around him, a whimper escaping you. He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "So fucking cute." He breathed, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.

He pulled away, his gaze flickering down, taking in the sight of his cock disappearing into your dripping cunt, his length glistening, coated in your slick. His thrusts were deep and powerful, his cock hitting spots within you that you never knew existed. His pace was unrelenting, his movements frantic, his hips slamming into you, a loud slap ringing through the air, the sound echoing. "F-fuck, Suguru.." You gasped, the sound coming out as a strangled sob. "Please.." You pleaded, the word drawn out, your voice strained, the tone high and desperate. He smirked, his lips curling into a lopsided grin, a devious glint flashing in his eyes. His fingers found your clit, his touch light, the pressure making you jolt, a broken cry of pleasure escaping you. "That's it, that's a good girl." He praised, the words tumbling from his lips, the praise sending a rush of heat through your body. His fingers circled the sensitive bud, the pads of his digits massaging the swollen flesh, his movements slow and deliberate. "Sexy little thing.. all for me, aren't you? You're mine." He growled, the statement sounding more like a claim than a question. "All fucking mine."

You moaned, his words igniting a fire deep in your core, your body responding to his every touch, his every word, your desire burning, consuming you. "Yesyesyesyesyes!! A-All yours! Mmh-!" You cried out, the words tumbling from your lips, your voice a breathless, keening whine. His fingers continued their ministrations, his thumb rubbing firm, insistent circles against your clit, the contact making you arch, your back bowing off the floor. You reached out, your arms wrapping around his neck, your fingertips digging into his shoulders, your nails biting into his skin, leaving behind red welts. You clung to him, your hold on him tight, the only thing anchoring you, keeping you sane. "S'.. close..!" You whimpered, the sound barely audible, the words slurring together, the syllables blending into each other, incoherent babbling. He grunted, his fingers working furiously, the movement of his digits rough and uneven, his pace faltering. His thrusts became frantic, his movements erratic, his hips snapping forward, the motion harsh and jarring. "Gonna.. cum.. cum inside this gorgeous pussy." He panted, the words spilling from his lips, his mind hazy, the only thing he could think about was you, the way your body reacted to his, the way you fit so perfectly around him, squeezing him like a vice.

"M-mmhhmm! Pleasepleaseplease!" You begged, and his lips crashed against yours, a bruising kiss, the intensity stealing your breath away. His tongue slipped into your mouth, the intrusion hot and wet, the slick muscle sliding against yours, his taste flooding your senses, the flavor of his saliva filling your mouth. His grip on your hair tightened, his fist pulling, yanking the strands, the sharp sting causing you to yelp, a loud, wanton moan escaping you. Your eyes rolled back, the pleasure becoming overwhelming, your release imminent. Your walls fluttered, clenching around him, a strangled gasp escaping you, the feeling making him grunt, the sound rumbling through his chest. Sloppy, wet noises filled the sea air, the sounds of skin slapping against skin, mixing with the symphony of moans and groans, the melody reverberating throughout the ship. "M-'m gonna.. gonna cum!" You managed to choke out into his mouth, the words muffled by his lips. His hips jerked, a few hard, punishing thrusts, before he buried himself inside you, his cock pulsing, the feeling making you whimper. His lips smashed yours harder, the kiss sloppy and uncoordinated, his mouth becoming more and more demanding as he came, the warm, sticky liquid coating your insides, his seed painting your walls. The sensation of his cum spilling inside you, coupled with the relentless pressure on your clit, was enough to send you over the edge, a powerful orgasm washing over you, your pussy clenching, squeezing his cock, a high-pitched scream tearing from your throat, the sound echoing through the night air.

He continued to fuck you through your climax, his thrusts erratic, the rhythm uneven and haphazard, his movements faltering as he rode out his orgasm, the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through his body, the sensations almost too much to bear. His thrusts slowed, his pace becoming sluggish, the momentum fading, his hips rolling, his movements lazy, his cock still buried inside you, the feeling of him stretching you out making you whine.

He finally stilled, his breath heavy, his lungs burning. He pulled away, his lips detaching from yours, a string of saliva connecting you, the strands snapping, falling against your chin. His chest heaved, his pulse racing, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. "That.. was fucking amazing.." He panted, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, his expression smug, his cockiness palpable. He chuckled, the sound low and husky, a soft, contented sigh slipping from his lips. He looked down, his gaze flickering between the two of you, his eyes focusing on the space where your bodies were joined, his softening cock still sheathed inside you. "My pretty little siren.. you really were made for this, weren't you?" He cooed, his voice taking on a playful tone, a hint of teasing creeping into his words. You blushed, the color rising to the surface, your cheeks flushing, a pretty pink spreading across your face. You giggled, the sound sweet and innocent, the sound sending a rush of heat through him. "Oh, Suguru.. you have no idea."

Brb lemme go cry for moment—

dan heng, Dan heng IL (hsr, romantic)

Dan heng received a mysterious mail. The letter was cased in a beautiful elegant white and gold envelope. The envelope is decorated with small real golden roses and gold stripes decorating the sides of the envelope. The effort can be seen on the envelope alone about how.. How much emotion is put into this letter.

The letter itself is nothing short of elegance, the hand writing is.. Uniquely familiar to dan heng for some reason. But he couldn't tell why. The letter was unsigned and it is fully unknown who the sender is and how it arrived here.

My dearest dragon,

I wish to be able to stand by your side.. Though you may not remember me, no, i know that you don't remember be, but alas i am indeed was once, and is still, you, your past self's, imbibitor lunae's husband. His "mate" If you will.

My heart broke when i heard the news that he was sent to the shackling prison for a forced rebirth. And it broke even more when i heard that he, well, you, will be banished from the luofu. It has been decades, yet i still wish to be able to see you again. To be able to hold my, was once, lover again.

You don't know how happy- no, ecstatic i was when i accidentally saw you in the devine commission. You looked different, but also the same at the same time. I know it's you, dan feng. We were once, and is still bonded. I wanted to approach you, to hug you, to hold you again. But i hesitated, fearing that i might just be hallucinating. Or that you might no even remember me.

The latter was confirmed when you just asked me for directions, seemingly not recognizing who i am. It broke me deeply, but i do not wish to bring my burdens of the past over to you.

Therefore with this letter, this will be my final and last words dedicated to you. Dedicated to my, was once, lover.

my most beautiful sun.. I wish to be able to hold you again.

𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜! 𝙣𝙤𝙗𝙪’𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚!

to: dan heng from honkai star rail

the events at the xianzhou luofu was certainly draining to the astral express crew. if not, more so to certain someone of the crew than the rest simply because it brought back so many old and unfamiliar memories to him. unfamiliar memories, feelings and emotions rushing through him with so much vigor, ones that doesn’t even belonged to him but to someone else entirely. so it would be safe to say that dan heng wanted nothing to do with his past reincarnation and his feelings and memories.

but you can’t just get what you wish for, right?

even after coming back to the familiar warmth of the express and its surroundings, accompanied by the feeling of safety his companions bring, dan heng was still restless. there was this… odd feeling inside him. as if something had been awakened and was begging to be let out for an inkling of a moment ever since he asked a stranger with an eerily familiar face about directions on the xianzhou.

he tried to escape the weird feeling of deja vu by sleeping yet it only served to bring more torment rather than rest that he so desperately seek. in his dreams, he would see his past self — dan feng, with the old familiar faces that he always sees.

there’s the foxian woman — bright, cheerful and full of life — jumping around, giggling at things and bringing forth joy to the group of five. there’s the light blue haired woman, whom he later on recognized as jingliu — cold as the element she wields and yet with a certain hint of warmth alongside it, sipping on wine from the small jade cup. there’s the arrogant blacksmith, yingxing and the former self of blade before he was tainted by mara — laughing along with his friends, pointing a few fingers and saying a joke. there’s jing yuan — younger, more wild, rebellious and with a certain hints of cockiness that his current jaded self lacked.

and then there’s dan feng, his past reincarnation, the one who brought this suffering and pain onto him, the one who is refusing to let him live on, the one who is so cold and cruel and… huh? was he mistaken when counting? why had this group went from 5 to 6? who was this new face amongst the group?

this new face that had suddenly appeared out of nowhere in his dreams, or was it memories?, was kind and gentle yet carrying a hint of strength under it. seemingly a simple man at first glance but proving himself to be more with the way he carried himself. elegant, regal yet so humane. this new man approached dan feng, greeting his fellow friends and comrades with a few jokes and podding here and there as he reaches the former high elder. but when reaching the high elder, the two shared a kiss. the vidyadhara visibly softening, teal eyes staring at the man with hearts in his eyes as his tail wraps around the man’s ankle possessively.

ah, that explains it. they were lovers. or in vidyadhara terms, in dan feng’s eyes, his mate. his other half. the one he promised himself and his life to for the rest of his life. the soft teal colored mark of a dragon on the back of the man’s neck proved it.

seeing them, dan heng felt an odd emotion swirling in his chest. was he… jealous? but how could be jealous when he was dan heng and not his past self? he was dan heng, not dan feng and that man was not his mate. yet he still felt it. that annoying green monster swirling in his chest and refusing to leave. but his jealousy was at least slightly explained when he woke up that morning, with the strange letter on top of his currently reading book.

teal eyes skimming through the letter, taking in every word and syllable, rereading it over and over again, did he come to a conclusion. sudden and unexpected but the astral expressers accepted and supported his decision nonetheless.

“himeko, i need to visit the luofu for… a reason. there’s someone i would like to meet. again”

with that, the dragon set out to reunite with his husband. with his mate. just a single moment to clarify the person’s words on the letter — was what he was lying to himself about. when in truth, he knew that there was more to it. the dragon wanted to meet his husband again. the dragon wished to hold his mate again. dan heng, wanted to reunite with his lover again.

“and this time, nothing will tear us apart”

tw. MINORS DNI, afab/fem reader, just... filth 🤠 but ends with fluff tho, unprotected sex, needy jing yuan with his morning wood but even needier y/n hehe, creampie, soft jingyuan <33, not the first time for y/n n jingyuan, potential grammar errors

notes. i'm supposed to be doing assignments rn but this thought has been STUCK in my head for days n i ust gotta get it out

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I wager that Jing Yuan likes his mornings slow and peaceful, not loud and rushed. He enjoys taking his sweet time in getting ready no matter the time he wakes up at, and this proves to be true when you hear his hoarse whisper by your ear and the kisses he leaves by your neck, trailing from your ear to your shoulders.

Soft and sweet whispers exchanged in the dark of your room, it's barely 5 and you could feel the cold air brush across your entrance, leaving you to cling onto your pillows at the coldness while a leg remains clinging around the man's leg.

He moves the tip of his member slowly along the lines of your fold, quietly enjoying the sound of the wetness of it before slowly pushing himself into you. The sudden fullness leaves the both of you breathless, heaving as the general gently slides further into you, a hand grabbing your ass to spread you wider from the back.

His movements were slow and steady, each drag of his cock around your walls leaves you wanting more and more. With each slide he does, his hands start to roam around across your body, travelling from your waist to your hips and to your perked mounds. He groans each time you pulse around him, sucking and letting him go again and again. God it felt so good, it felt amazing to finally calm his morning ache. And perhaps he hopes that you'll feel good now that he places his fingers on your swollen bud, rubbing circles while he continues his long and slow strokes.

"Jing- Jing Yuan!" He scoffs at your gasp, finding your moans fueling his arousal again. You were close, and he knew, yet by the time you start to clench tighter around his thick length, he pauses, pulling his finger away to have them be buried in your warm mouth.

"Taste yourself." The general heaves out, himself twitching at the feel of your tongue swirling around his digits. "So needy, wanting more of my cock even in the morning."

"Says the one who's even needier than me, isn't that right- hmp! Mr. General?"

He chuckles. "Don't worry, after this, I'll give you more of me tonight, hm?" A smile plays on your lips as he pushes himself in further, deeper, before pulling out, then slamming into you. "Ugh- What do you say?" A yelp echoes into the dark of your room as he does it again. You nod pathetically as he begin moving your bodies, resulting in you now being higher. This time, Jing Yuan's gotten you laid above him, your naked body exposed to the cool air in your room.

"Oh... baby, 's so good- so cold." Your moans mixes in with his groans while you grind yourself on him, his hands moving around over your body to leave you more sensitive, more needy just like him. His member swirling and swirling around inside of your pussy leaves you wanting more, and it leaves you falling short of breath even more-

"Ah!"

Both of you exclaimed when his cock pops out of you, the sudden emptiness leaves you whining while he hisses as his length was now exposed to the cool air, now that your warmth no longer surrounds his cock anymore.

"Come."

He quietly commands, and now the two of you are laid by your sides, the position was the same as before, except that now the two of you are facing each other. You pull your leg over his hip as he lines himself against your core, his hands now rest themselves on your hips before pulling you in. Sighs and moans fall out from the two of you, as his movement stays all the same, slow, just to drag himself along the linings of your tight walls.

The more Jing Yuan slides himself in and out of you, you find yourself clinging on to him by his shoulders, your lips making their way to his panting ones, molding together from time to time. Soon, the focus wasn't even on your kiss and how you whine when he swirls his tongue around with yours. The knot in his stomach grew and he doesn't hesitate to speed up his thrusts, now slamming himself into you at a much quickened pace.

"Y/n," he groans, pursing his lips as he feels you swallowing him harder, tighter. The sound of skin slapping grows louder and louder, mixing into the entire room along with your moans and pants. "Think I'm- gonna come. Gonna fill you up, yeah? Gonna make you so full of my cum."

"Hm! Fill me up, okay? Fill me so full baby, make me feel so, so full!" You cried out into his neck, feeling yourself bounce at each thrust he gave into you. Jing Yuan pecks your cheek before pulling you closer to him, his arms wrapped around your head and waist as his thrusts were now becoming frantic and short, leaving little to no time for you to register each pump. All he felt was just how good you're clenching around him, how warm and tight you're sucking him in.

"Oh yeah... baby- more, more!" Your whines only tip him too close to the edge, until he gives one more thrust-

Your bodies come to a sudden, calm stop, only leaving the sound of soft "ah"s and "oh"s hanging in the air as he feels himself twitching inside of you, pumping out loads and loads of his seed into your hole as he thrusts into you once, then twice more.

Carefully, he rests you on your back while you watched as his body towers over you, your body twitching in response to each pump of his load that's still shooting out. He pulls out, eliciting sighs from the two of you before he hovers down, wrapping his arms around you in attempt to hug. Jing Yuan breathes in the scent of your hair, relaxing into the way your hand plays his long white locks. "Good morning. I love you."

Rolling your eyes, you huff out at the feel of his seed dripping out of you. "I love you too, honey. Y'know you could at least wish me good morning before we do it right?"

"... Maaaaaaybe!"

"Huh??"

He laughs on top of you, causing bubbles of laughter to erupt from you at his silliness. You're unsure of what to do with this general, which is one of the reasons why you've married him in the first place.

Once your laughter dies down, you sigh, cradling his face before planting a kiss on his lips. "Go. Go get ready, I'll join you later once I've finished boiling the water."

He buries his face further into your neck, planting kisses along your jawline. "No."

"You're gonna be late!"

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©  2024 at 7ken3, do not repost or plagiarize.

Hi hi hi I hope you are having a great day!🫶🏻 Can I request Nanami c F.reader please. NSFW. The reader is kinda shy person.

warnings: flirting, smut, unprotected sex, reader is shyyyy, nipple play, dry humping, rough sex, creampie finish

word count: 1.9k

pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

summary: you and Kento are always flirting, despite your shyness, and he finally decides to make his move

taglist: @beneathstarryskies @seireiteihellbutterfly @an-ever-angry-bi @namikyento

The tension between you and Nanami was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Anyone who was around could tell that he was a changed man around you. How often did he smile at others? How often did Kento even laugh at anyone’s jokes? The often stoic and serious businessman was now more open and sunnier than usual. With you around, things were so much different.

You are shy with him. He dotes on you a lot. He loves seeing how bashful you are. You’re humble too, which he finds so endearing. With lots of other people wanting to show off all the time, you really show him a side of yourself that most people are too scared to show. You show him vulnerability and softness that he has missed.

Still, with gentle touches and lingering stares, the tension between you grows. You’re much too shy to make the first move. And Kento is enjoying this growing tension more than he’d like to admit. It makes him so hard that by the end of the day, he has to stop into one of the bathrooms to jerk off.

One day, it’s just the two of you in his office. Everyone has taken off for the day, and you two are the only ones left. All day he’s been flirting with you, making you blush and try to hide away from him. But it’s impossible to hide from this beautiful man. He’s got you cornered in the best way possible.

“Let’s end this for today, yeah? I think we deserve a chance to relax.”

And with that, he closes the laptop you were writing your report on. He gently takes your hand, which makes your face heat up. You try your best to look away, but he’s quick to cup your chin and make you look at him. Then he leans in to kiss your cheek so softly.

“You’re so shy, sweetheart. Why don’t you come sit with me and we can talk?”

You nod your head, your mouth feels so dry. But you get up on your shaky legs and you walk over to the leather couch in his office. He helps you sit and then he’s sitting next to you. Kento doesn’t beat around the bush. He’s had enough teasing.

His lips are so soft on yours, but you are shaking as he wraps one arm around you to bring you even closer. His breath is warm on your face as he slowly pulls away. He removes his sunglasses so he can have a better look at you. Your cheeks are all warm and your eyes won’t meet his.

“Do you have any idea how badly I want you?” He kisses you again. “The way you are around me drives me crazy.”

You can barely say anything. You’re just too shy and embarrassed right now. Mostly embarrassed that his words have such an effect on you. Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you feel your hands shaking as you try to come to terms with what’s going on between you and him.

“Don’t be too shy, darling.” He quips, leaning in to kiss you once more.

It’s a searing and heated kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth, caressing yours. He tastes like the bitterness of a black coffee, but it soothes you instantly. The scent of his cologne, musk and leather, completely invades your every sense. When he pulls away, there’s a string of saliva that connects both of you.

“Listen to me, sweetheart…” he kisses you again. “I want to make you feel good, but you’re going to need to help me out a little. Think you can do that?”

You nod your head, “y-yes…”

Nanami smirks, “That’s a good girl.”

And then his hands begin caressing you all over. He starts with your shoulders, rubbing the stress away. Then his hands trail down your arms, gently massaging your fingers. Then back up to your neck, gently rubbing you there too. Then you watch as his nimble fingers begin to unbutton your blouse. You once again cannot look into his eyes.

“What’s the matter? Shy all of a sudden? I thought we were past that.” Nanami smirks at you. 

You try to look at him, but when he has your blouse open, you feel your body quaking. Kento looks at your breasts, his cheeks a little warm now too. Then he dips down to press soft kisses to your throat. Your breath hitches as you feel his lips descending down your neck to your chest. He watches you as he nibbles on your collarbone for a moment.

His large hands cup your breasts and push them together. They’re nearly spilling out of your lacy bra. Kento feels his heart racing in his chest now. Then he reaches around you to unclasp your bra. The moment the garment is loosened, your breasts spill out completely.

“You’re beautiful,” he comments before he helps you out of the bra and the blouse,

His eyes are darkened. The soft amber color now more of a dark whiskey color, and there’s something within them you can barely read. It’s like a wolf looking at a bunny rabbit, just about to pounce on it to devour it whole. You swallow hard and Nanami enjoys watching your reactions like this.

“Scared, little one?” he whispers in a husky tone. “Don’t need to be worried, I’ll take good care of you.”

He then helps you onto his lap. Immediately, you feel his erection poking you. You whine as the stimulation makes you even more bashful than before. Nanami’s not ready to let you go. His hands cup your bare breasts, and he’s playing with your nipples now. Tugging and twisting gently, just enough to have you panting and moaning.

“Now now,” he says softly. “You’ll need to make more noise than that. How else will I know what you enjoy?”

One of his hands comes down to cup your ass, squeezing it softly. You let out a startled squeal, making you move closer to him. You end up accidentally grinding against his cock, which makes him grunt. His eyes are even darker now that you’ve done this.

“Oh is that what you wanted?”

Suddenly, his hands move down to your hips to begin guiding you to grind against him. You lean in to hide your face in the crook of his neck, and he chuckles darkly. He lets you hide for now, but he knows he’s going to get you to talk to him eventually. He’ll have you screaming his name before he’s done.

Your panties get wetter and stickier as he guides you to grind and rub against his erection. Both of you are panting now, and he feels your warm breath on his neck. One of his hands comes up to cradle the back of your head, and he pulls you in for another heated kiss. You moan in between the kisses, and then you shudder as he sucks on your tongue.

“Enough fooling around, huh? You want the real deal, don’t you?”

He then throws you down onto the sofa, spreading your thighs with his knee. Your cheeks are so flush right now. You’re panting from this stimulation. Your panties are so wet, they are clinging to your folds. Kento leans in to capture your lips in another kiss. This time, he slows his pace down a bit.

His long fingers tease and tantalize your clothed pussy, making your hips buck up involuntarily. You’re so wanton for him now, your shyness is beginning to slip away. Still, you’re having a hard time looking into his eyes. Then his fingers curl around the waistband of your panties, pulling them down fully. Your skirt is pushed up around your waist. All that’s left are those cute stockings that cling to your thighs.

“How cute,” Kento comments as he begins kissing down your body again. “So fuckin’ cute for me.”

You whimper as his fingers part your folds, spreading your juices all over your cunt. You let out a whine when he begins to rub your swollen nub. His other hand unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. With expertise, he pulls his pants down past his ass and he begins to palm the obvious bulge in his boxer briefs.

“Talk to me, sweetheart. Tell me what you need,” he teases you again.

Your heart flutters in your chest. You want him so fucking badly, but you don’t even know what words to use. He watches you carefully, teasing you as he pulls his underwear down. Then he lets his cock slip between your folds, making you even more dizzy than before. Your mouth goes dry once more, and you can’t do much but whine as the tip of his fat cock rubs against your swollen clit.

“Come on, darling. Tell me what you need,”

You won’t make him repeat himself again. Your eyes snap open and you sit up on the couch. You have a newfound burst of confidence, and you pull on his tie to bring him even closer to you. You close the gap between you two, kissing him so passionately. Kento’s cock throbs in excitement.

“I need you,” you manage to say.

Without another word, Kento prods your little hole before slipping into you. His balls are now plus against your ass, and he’s enjoying every little movement of your walls fluttering around him to adjust to his big size. He smirks and licks his lips at the sight of you struggling to take him.

He begins to rock his hips, fast and rough. He’s really had enough of this slow teasing, and he’s going to make sure you both enjoy this. His big hands push your thighs up so that your ankles are resting on his shoulders. With him this deep inside of you, you know you can’t hold on for much longer. His tip keeps bumping against that sweet spot deep inside of you, making you squirm in his grasp.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Let go for me,”

A few more thrusts has you coming undone. Your eyes screw shut and this intense pleasure builds to its peak. He fucks you rougher and harder, prolonging your sweet orgasm. Your juices are gushing all over him, messing up his pants and his shirt. But Kento doesn’t even seem to care. He continues to rut against you, harder and faster like an animal in heat.

“Gonna cum inside, darling. Is it okay? Can I please cum inside?”

You look up at him and you manage to mutter a “yes” between your sweet cries of love. He holds onto you tighter, and you’re sure you’re going to have his fingerprints bruised onto your skin once he’s done with you. Your mind is turning to mush the more he pounds into your sopping wet pussy. He grits his teeth and his grip on your thighs tightens even more.

“Fuck I’m cumming! I’m cumming inside!”

His cock throbs with every spurt of hot cum he pumps into you. His hips stutter but don’t falter as he fucks himself into you, making his orgasm last even longer. Then slowly and gradually, he stops himself. Kento slumps himself on top of you, but careful not to crush you with his weight. His face rests on your breasts. You reach out to play with his hair.

“No need to be shy with me anymore, okay darling?” He looks up at you.

“Okay, Kento.”

He smiles. He’s in heaven.