⁺　 ୨୧ . ᕀ SUGARSTREAM ♡ | ˚｡꒰ Gojo Satoru X Female Reader ᨀ ꒱ Minors Do Not Interact

⁺　 ୨୧ . ᕀ SUGARSTREAM ♡ | ˚｡꒰ gojo satoru x female reader ᨀ ꒱ minors do not interact ᨀ w.c 9.2k˓˓ explicit smut, camgirl!reader, fanboy!gojo, virgin killer!gojo, cherry chasing, sex toys, anal play, candy play [ gojo fucks the reader with a lollipop ], virgin kink, corruption, teasing, cum play, age gap [ gojo is 33 + reader is in 20s ], fingering, masturbation, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, dumbification, praise, orgasm control. ˚｡ SUMMARY ᨀ gojo satoru has a big sweet tooth, an insane amount of money to spend on his favorite camgirl and most importantly, a dick that corrupts innocent girls for life.

gojo satoru has a big sweet tooth.

he can always be seen ordering a frappuccino with five pumps of caramel syrup and extra whipped cream at starbucks, showing up to morning training with an entire platter of chocolate dipped berries, or suckling a tootsie pop with obscenely inappropriate noises during important meetings because the components in sugar stimulates his brain, giving the right amount of rush someone like him needs to keep sane.

his credit card is most swiped at sweet shoppes and random souvenir stands that sell his favorite melon sugar cubes, or the zunda and cream kikufuku he likes so much.

because his appetite for the sweeter things in life is insatiable.

that's why it isn't a surprise he developed a craving for you. he's always had a greedy taste for doe-eyed young women and you happened to be exactly his type. saccharine smile, giggly laugh, and a head full of bubblegum. ijichi kiyotaka's sweet little apprentice who skipped through the halls eating strawberry hi-chews for lunch instead of proper meals, wearing tiny little skirts and rootbeer flavored lip gloss just to torment gojo into wanting to lick it onto his tastebuds.

pure and lovely, you've become his favorite sugar rush.

and with the help of pop culture and social media, he can have a sample before he finally buys the product.

RECENT TWEET FROM @xoyoursweetenerxo: i'll be streaming in 10 mins wearing new lingerie! come take a peek at pixelme.jp/sweetener

that's the alert that begins gojo's unraveling, rolling into his notification center. his heart kicks up an irritating notch when he flips his phone over in his hand and reads your username on the screen. he can feel the curious eyes of his three former students on his back as they trail him down the hall, but he has tunnel vision and cotton ears, their incessant chatter echoing in one ear and out the other.

“gojo-sensei, did you hear anything i just said?” megumi snaps, his annoyed tone barely registering.

“i heard a rumor that he finally has a girlfriend now, that's why he's always so distracted,” nobara gossips into yuuji's ear, the two casting a long, knowing glance at their mentor.

“so it's like that?”

“it's like that.”

“what were you saying?” gojo asks distractedly, lifting one side of his blindfold to unlock his phone, bringing up the twitter app. his main account loads first and he spares a single glance to nanami's weekend vacation update, two for tsukumo straddling her motorbike in hokkaido, and none for aoi ranting about takada's dating rumors at the top of his timeline.

he never hears megumi's reply because he's too busy switching to his private account, an empty lurker with a black photo. eager to click your profile.

tonight's stream invitation is pinned at the top, decorated with pink hearts but he ignores that for now. making sure to hold his phone at an angle his nosy ass kids can't peek at, a long pale finger swipes up to bring the scroll down to a spam of grwm selfies you just posted, a ritual before your streams. you're cute as a button in each one, but it's the last one— on hands and knees, ass pointed to the camera—that makes him groan, the sound covered up by an exaggerated sneeze.

“um, gross!” nobara screeches at him, folding her arms and leaning away. “you sounded like a middle aged dad.”

satoru stops his long stride suddenly, masking his irritation by reaching into his pocket for his wallet, flipping the leather open for a spare credit card. he hands it to kugisaki with a pat on her head, grinning when she slaps his hand down and pockets his card without question.

“you know what? mission’s canceled for tonight!” he cheers, already heading in the opposite direction, shooting finger guns. he's eager to get away from his kids and to his office where he can concentrate on your stream. “go out without me and have fun!”

he waves off their confused looks, disappearing in a flash. attention glued to his phone like a teenaged boy. the sorcerer feels his cock twitch to life in his pants the longer he stares at your picture. you're wearing a skater dress that barely covers your plump ass, giving your twitter followers a tease of soft skin and cute stretch marks on the back of your thighs.

he knows that if he wants to see more, like the devastating visual of your slit spread around your favorite dildo, he'll have to join the stream and tip up.

not many people know about your other life. the angel who brings in sponge cake and iced coffee each morning to gojo, who shyly refuses to meet his stare whenever he walks into the room, unable to stand the intensity of his flirtations, is a camgirl with views high enough to land you in the top rated tab. people tipped you good and in return, you let them control your pleasure.

and gojo satoru is your biggest fan.

he hadn't been stalking when he found out. he'd just been passing by one of the staff rooms with the intention of terrorizing ijichi and found you instead, boldly streaming from your phone, whispering i bought my first vibrator! should i try it at work?

those annoying hot girls in your area, click for more! ads weren't needed because gojo had never made an account so fast.

and if he tuned into your grainy stream from his office, cock shamelessly fisted in his hand as he watched you push your panties to the side, phone camera positioned in an upskirt shot of you struggling to fit the small, vibrating toy inside your tight little cunt? mind your business.

he unlocks the door to his office now, shutting himself in before he clicks the streaming link, letting his phone redirect to the site so he can log in.

username: honoredone89 password: hollowedout28

"is the stream stable? hi, welcome! we'll get started soon."

the sound of your airy, girlish voice rings out from his phone as he falls into a leather lounge chair. you're streaming from your room this evening, dressed in frilly and frothy lingerie and a pair of lacy thigh highs, sitting up on your knees on a bed draped in a white gossamer canopy.

rosy led lights wash out the pretty tone of your skin in a soft pink glow, selling your sweet and innocent image. gojo figures that's why you're so popular— you feed right into their desires to turn out girls like you, drawing them in like worker bees to honey.

“how's my apprenticeship? it's going so good, thank you!” you answer a comment from one of your regulars, waving shyly at the viewers pouring into the virtual room.

“this won't be a long stream since i have to wake up early tomorrow, but...” you prattle on, leaning forward to check the viewer count. gojo's attention is drawn to the plump swell of your breasts in your bralette. god, he wants to run his lips all over the lace so bad; tonguing and biting over your nipples through the flimsy fabric until they're bitten raw. “while we wait for more to join, what did you boys do today-”

“ah, shoot. i almost forgot!” you gasp, twisting around to lean out of the canopy; opening the drawer on the nightstand.

as you rummage around, bent over, you accidentally allow your fans to admire the panties you're wearing. crotchless and lacy, the clips of a garter attached to your stockings. the backshot gives him a perfect peek at the shadowed seam of your pussy too, the little scraps of fabric on the front kissing your clit.

but more importantly, he can see the heart-shaped glass plug buried in the dip of your ass.

oh. well, when did you get that?

his tastebuds water, sweet tooth waking up for cravings. a quick decision made that he will stop holding himself back and get a taste of you, that he will be the end to your innocence.

in2feet chatted: this is boring hurry up and get naked

nakedman chatted: location? i'd fuck your ass so good kitten

it was obviously unintentional because your look of ditzy confusion is too cute when you turn around with the matching dildo, shaped like a sailor moon wand. but it ends up being the perfect way to begin your stream— tips roll in without prompting, chat pinging with comments.

“hehe, what are you guys- o-oh..” your question ends in a small sigh that makes his cock throb in his slacks. the air feels stagnant and warm in his office so he drags his blindfold down, unbuttoning the high collar of his jacket. you settled back on the bed too fast, the glass flare of the plug in your ass shifting, pushing a little deeper, twinging an unfamiliar lurch in your tummy. “t-to be honest, i've never used a plug before so it hurts a bit.”

a young starlet improvising on a mistake, you lift the wand to your lips. pastel pink tongue peeking out to wet the tip as you blink innocently at the cam. "can i put this in the other hole to distract myself from the pain?"

gojo can feel his brain rotting down to the stems.

you settle against the cloudbank of pillows, bringing your laptop a little closer to finish setting up and check the time. “before i start, i want to remind everyone that i'll only take requests from the highest tipper tonight!”

cyberme chatted: whenever you're ready, baby. we're watching!

cyberme and 10 others tipped 20 hearts

tittystan (★ tip) tipped 50 hearts

“you guys are so sweet!” the sound of the tip bell and chat alerts fill the volume of your room, drowning out your voice. lewd requests and thirsty comments begin to chime in, begging for you to remove your bra, show your pussy, play with the plug in your ass.

you have these men wrapped around your little finger, even though their hearts will be cashed out for real coins at the end of the night.

tittystan (★ tip) chatted: play with those pretty tits for us pls

“is this okay?” your impatient thumb rubs over a clothed nipple, shivering at the touch. more tips fumble in and gojo can see you build the confidence you need to push your bralette down, tucking it under the curve of your breasts so they spill right out.

fuck... he can't help but imagine his large digits replacing yours, dragging the calloused pads of his thumbs over your nipples until you cry and his thirsty ass can drink up your tears.

satoru shifts, leaning back in his barcelona chair as he reaches down to press the heel of his palm to the swelling bulge of his cock at the same time you squeeze one of the fleshy globes into your hand, a soft whine whistling past your clenched teeth.

jacker82 (★ tip) tipped 250 hearts and chatted: fuck yourself on the dildo alr!

you nod at the comment, opening your legs a bit only to snap them shut a heartbeat later. “i-i'm sorry, i'm so nervous tonight!” your teeth chew against your bottom lip as encouraging comments ring in your chat, words of praises that urges you to go further.

posessiveness burns green through his veins at the comments from other men, but he knows how to take what he wants and right now, what he wants is your attention only on him.

honoredone89 chatted: don't be nervous. i'm with you.

honoredone89 chatted: go on and open up for me.

gojo doesn't miss the glow of arousal in your eyes as you read his comment, your heart beating faster than it ever has. honoredone89... you missed seeing his comments on your streams. he felt more like a collaborator, unafraid to poke, prod, tease. the way he talks shit at you leaves you soaked and whining each time, wondering who he is; crying into your pillow whenever he'd toss down five hundred to make you cum, then throw down another five to switch up and edge you at the last minute. want me to change my mind, angel? he'd chat out and you could almost taste his smirk.

you would be lying if you said that your little crush on this anonymous person had nothing to do with him reminding you of the white-haired fox you were instantly drawn to at the start of your apprenticeship. honoredone89 could very well be one of those creeps that records cam shows to reupload to shady porn sites or a catfish. after all, his profile picture is the lower half of a (really fucking gorgeous) mirror selfie. but considering that a man like the actual satoru wouldn't return your silly, growing affections, you're fine with cosplaying.

“o-okay, sorry,” you obey him so easily, parting your knees, finally giving your fans a view of your pretty pussy in those crotchless panties. gojo should be ashamed, but he groans at the sight. you sigh as the cool air breezes over feverish skin, cooling the wetness clinging to your folds. it's why your fans love you so much— so wet during streams, no need for lube when your cute little pussy drools out the sweetest nectar no one has had the pleasure of tasting.

“look at you, sweet girl. you got any idea what you do to me?” you've barely shown anything and he feels like losing his fucking mind.

satoru should feel guilty for what he does next, but his conscious is crystal clear. mind blank and too fucking horny to think about propriety, he unbuttons his slacks. fishes his cock out to squeeze at the base, relieving some of the ache. his balls jump desperately as you slide the glass toy between your legs on the screen.

then his phone pings with a notif the moment you press the tip to your clit— a text from megumi dropping down, covering his view of the torturous circles you rub around the swelling nub. a swipe further down and you prod it against your entrance, panting out a low whine that knocks the wind out of gojo's chest, ears ringing.

“p-please let me put it inside!” you cry to the chat, noises so pretty. you'll sound even prettier when you're under him, squirming and pleading for him to fuck you until you live only for the feeling of his cock.

gojo's summer blue eyes scan over the message from megumi, ensuring his kids aren't in danger while he fucks himself off. he chokes off breathy groans so he can hear your moans, rubbing the rough pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock. muscles in his stomach twitching in pleasure as he nudges it inside the slit so clear, watery precum dribbles past his fingers to spill down the long length of his cock.

user20180407 chatted: fuck yourself already i'm so hard!

instead of gojo replying to an annoyed megumi complaining about having to go to a pachinko parlor (yuuji's idea, no doubt) with the others, he taps the tip button before he can stop himself.

honoredone89 (★ tip) tipped 1050 hearts

honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted: just your fingers tonight, sweet girl.

"c-can i put them inside?" is your immediate answer.

honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted: nope, don't think i want you to do that.

the unhappy comments from your other viewers almost gives him more pleasure than the feeling of his palm rubbing out his cock in rough strokes.

“okay, thank you, sir,” you tuck in with a soft smile. he knows you're thanking him for the fat wad of cash in your tip jar, not him snatching away your pleasure, but the sound of the honorific from your lips sends a zip of arousal straight down his spine. the way he fucks into his hand is messy now, dragging his hand up and down his dick. precum coating his fingers white, dripping onto his slacks. “thank you for letting me touch my clit.”

he's your highest tipper and your pleasure is always in the hands of your tip jar. setting the toy aside with the hope he'll let you use it later, you open your legs until your knees touch the sheets, joints in your hips aching. reaching fingers to the opening in your panties. you're so soaked, pretty lace all darkened in spots. you spread your folds, circling your clit with two fingers.

“oooh, o-oh.. it's not enough, please let me-”

“hope y'r this greedy when i feed you my cock, princess, fuck. gonna... give you what you need soon, don't worry,” he promises to the empty air, sweating hard beneath his jacket with his hand tight around his cock. imagining that he's got you right here in his office, fucking up into your pussy as you struggle to bounce on him. on the phone, his speaker rings with your frustrated whines. your thighs tremble as you rub your clit too fast, making it sore.

a few attempt to match his price and tip him out, wanting control over your delicious pleasure; wanting you to use the dildo so they can imagine the little toy is their cocks. but unlike the cheap fucks swarming around your chat, the black metal of his bank card is limitless. there's no one that can stop him from blowing hot cash on an even hotter girl so he does. doubling your tips, tripling it down each time.

the sorcerer has plans that won't be ruined by old men escaping nagging wives and stressful jobs by twisting their dicks to the moans of pretty girls.

at the end of the night, he plans on adding another maraschino cherry to the top of his ice cream sundae.

but that all depends on you.

now when did he close his eyes? on his screen, gojo almost misses it. the prettiest sight.

“c-can i cum, sir?” you simper to your fans, to him. “fuck me. it.. it's right there. please say yes, please please!” circling the pad of your finger under the hood of your clit where you're most sensitive at, you slide a hand up your body to squeeze one of your breasts. a soft gasp pushing out to join the squish of your fingers rubbing through the wet between your thighs.

honoredone89 (★ tip) tipped 2000 hearts!

user20221030 chatted: this rich fuck is so annoying stop hogging!

gojo sounds like a maniac when he tosses his head and howls at the comment, unrestrained laughs choking off into a deep moan when he strokes down and squeezes the base of his cock. fighting off his orgasm for a torturous edge to himself.

honoredone89 (★ tip) chatted: since you can't hold it, go on and show everyone how pretty you are when you cum.

“yu-yes, sir!”

gojo wasn't lying. even the lagging connection to your stream can't dim the beauty you are when you reach your high. it burns a hole into his brain, tearing shivers down his spine as he watches the band snap as soon as you answer his comment. it's real, but you make it pretty, arching off the bed, thrashing, clamping your thighs together as you cum with strained whimpers.

reluctantly, he takes his wet cock and tucks himself away, hissing as the sensitive head presses against the zipper of his slacks.

“did you guys cum too?” you're asking shyly, ready to end your livestream. gojo cleans his hand on his blindfold with a snort at the viewers complimenting your show.

user203020 chatted: u need to block that rich dude. it's unfair. not coming back until u do

cyberme chatted: so hot, kitten. see you next time!

tittystan chatted: don't go babe i didn't get to cum yet :c

sitting up, you wrap your arms around your legs, chin resting atop your knees. your body still trembles with the aftershocks of your little orgasm, but you pull the laptop closer with a blissfully tired smile to answer questions, goodnight wishes, and thank your viewers for their support.

“thank you so much! if you have ideas for my next stream, leave a reply on twitter,” you say distractedly, tapping on your laptop.

gojo's phone buzzes with a notification shortly after and he's not surprised that it's a message sent to his account on the cam site.

xoyoursweetenerxo ♡ : hi >< you were my highest tipper!!! do you have any requests for me?

is what the message reads and gojo wears a big smirk as the cards deal a lucky hand just for him. he cradles his phone in both hands as long fingers fly over the keyboard to reply.

no more time wasted after he's blown away hours, weeks, months on the chase for you.

honoredone89: you know what? i think i do!

honoredone89 is typing . . .

honoredone89: open your door for me.

404 error: this livestream has ended!

somehow, that leads to gojo satoru standing in the middle of your room at jujutsu tech.

you'd barely had time to fix your lingerie and clear the smudges of your lipstick before a familiar rap of knuckles was at your door— the same rhythm gojo knocks against your desk each morning to get your attention.

he looks out of place standing in the frills of your pink wonderland, led lights turning pure white hair the color of blush as he glances around at your bishoujo figurines, sanrio plushies, and special edition manga volumes.

“cute,” he comments with an amused smile and points, your cheeks warming as you follow his line of vision to the sailor moon dildo sitting on your sheets, forgotten. “where's the other one?”

“h-how did you know...”

“still inside you, i take it?”

“h-how!” your reaction is adorable, different now that you're in front of him. fiddling with the ribbons of your robe, unable to watch his gemstone blue eyes darken to a deep pit of arousal when you nod.

with the feeling of a hare caught in a trap, you watch as he crosses the tiny space to stand in front of you. crowding you against the kitchenette with his imposing six foot three stature. though you want to shrink away, there is something about him that beckons you closer like the limitless, making you want to stay close to him and soak up more of his attention.

“ah, um- i bought these for you earlier today!” you blurt out to him in a hurried whisper, scrambling to reach for the decorated jar of lollipops you intended to gift to him tomorrow. “there's cream, melon, cotton candy, there's matcha too because i know you like-”

“you scared of me?” he wonders, but he accepts your distraction, plucking a cherry-flavored lollipop for himself, amused.

“no!”

he's very attractive without his blindfold, snowy peaks of hair sitting wild over his forehead. you watch as he unwraps the treat, tasting it for the first time like he's tasting you, his tongue working around it; swirling and licking it obscenely on purpose. waiting for that shift, the shameful press of your thighs even though you just had an orgasm. falling for it, you shyly avert your gaze and gojo fights down a smirk.

“there's no need to be nervous, you know,” he soothes, hooking a finger under your chin. the deep croon of his voice curls down your spine, bubbling hot desire in your tummy. "i'm right here with you."

“i-i'm not nervous!” you say, wanting to reassure him that he is welcome even though a small voice tells you to run.

after all, haven't you heard the rumors about him?

compliment him in any busy ladies room and you'll summon rumors that gojo satoru picks cherries like a farmer. that gojo satoru fucks girls high in his penthouse, only to drop them low when he ushers them to the elevator hours later. that gojo satoru—

i don't believe it, and your naive schoolgirl crush on him bats those thoughts away.

“obviously a camgirl wouldn't be nervous, silly me,” he nods, tone light and teasing. he tilts his head to the side as he reaches for you, thumb easing your silk robe apart. sensual as he pushes it off your shoulder, a shiver rolling down your spine. “did you mean what you said?”

“what do you mean?”

“in your stream,” he hums, skimming up the curve of your neck. fingernails scraping lightly over your pulse, and his cock aches at the strangled sound you make. “when you begged me to touch you, fuck you. did you mean what you said, sweet girl?”

“the tipper... honoredone89...”

“was me, yes,” he points to himself, smiling. it takes a little while for realization to dawn and he thinks you're too sweet. god, after he finishes breaking in your cunt, he wants to protect you from men like him for the rest of his life. only after, though. “expecting someone uglier?”

where you should feel mortification, you feel sticky and full of attraction for the older man in front of you. how many times did you fuck yourself on two fingers while watching couples on cam, imagining gojo was there and pressing your legs to your chest while he fucked the inexperience right out of you? how many times did you wish that snarky regular on your streams was actually him?

“g-gojo?” you call softly, peeking up at him through thick fans of lashes. twiddling your fingers together in a gesture so fucking cute, it makes his stomach churn. “can i ask you something?“

“hmm? go ahead.”

“how many virgins have you fucked?”

“why? you wanna be my one and only?” he teases, a mocking grin set on his lips. “you're really a virgin... too sweet.”

“i didn't say that! i.. it's the reason i started streaming. to learn more! it’s an experiment because i don't know how to make someone else feel good.” you're babbling, the words rushing out too quickly as you fidget and grip the hem of your robe, looking down to avoid his eyes. “will you teach me?”

“if i teach you, don’t think i’ll go easy on you,” his grin is wicked before he reaches down to ruffle your hair, as if you’re a precious little gem to him. “it’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetness. it just means i’ll really have to put my back into it!”

putting his back into it means fucking you absolutely dumb, but you don't need to know that yet.

the way he looks at you is an awakening. with a little burst of confidence, you make your own decision; burying your fingers into the collar of his jacket, bringing him down for your first kiss. it's a little awkward with the stick of lollipop in his mouth and your inexperience, teeth and stiff lips until he takes the lead. his lips feel like clouds and you want them everywhere, want to kiss him forever. sink his soft groans into your skin, keep the taste of candy flavored spit on your tongue for the rest of your days as he licks into your mouth, coaxing feelings out of you you've never felt before; kissing you into dizziness.

“please,” you pull away, eyes begging— he only needs to be told once.

he takes it in stride, smirking around the stick of lollipop. he draws his hand down, fingers sliding under your bralette to toy with the doughy skin of your breast, rolling a nipple between two pads until the bud pebbles under his touch.

then his path switches, traveling lower and you know exactly where his hand is going. heart fluttering wildly, you whine and nervously press closer to him, hiding your face against the front of his jacket.

but you weren't stopping him, you didn't want to. curiosity coaxes your desire for gojo satoru out of its shell. the entire reason you started exploring the world of porn and cam shows, frustration and curiosity. most women your age had bloomed and blossomed. they were experienced while you felt left behind. never been taken on a date, never been kissed, never been fucked.

a clean slate for the taking.

“i wonder why you're so pretty, hm? been torturing me for months, sweet thing,” gojo nudges your feet apart, tongue pushing out the lollipop for one last suck, his lips star candy pink. making you want to kiss him again. “want to taste you instead.”

“you mean...”

“don't worry, i'll take good care of you,” he gently plucks your hands from his jacket, lowering his lithe body to the floor in a fluid motion. he props one of your thighs over his shoulder, shamelessly spreading your pussy open for him.

cheeks heated, the sight of gojo staring between your legs with a ravenous glint in his eye is too much. your hands fly over your eyes, but he's not having it; reaching up to snatch them down. “good girls keep their eyes open, don't they? how will you learn?”

he hasn't even touched you and yet, lust buzzes an ache between your hips that is driving you crazy.

“good girls deserve to know what it looks like, what it feels like to have me right here,” he continues and leans in to press a trail of kisses to your inner thigh. nips and marks along the fleshiest parts, chuckling at your quiet yips. he slides a thumb between your folds, splitting them to play with your clit. you feel like falling as he circles between your thighs, a gasp hiccupping at the base of your throat before you choke it off.

“g-gojo-”

he builds the anticipation. getting you used to the motion of something familiar before he opens your pussy for business— the sweetest dessert all for him before the main course. “so what do you think? gonna let me taste how sweet this pussy is, angel?”

“what if you don't like the taste?” you hesitate, hand slipping into the milky clouds of his hair. “i-i heard that happens.”

“trying to keep it all to yourself?” he teases, eyes shining as he crooks a smile at you. he indulges you with another feathery kiss to your thigh, his hand on your hip, caressing the skin lightly. “there's no way i won't like the taste of you. not when i have this-”

before you know it, he presses something warm and sticky to your clit, replacing his finger. when you realize just what it is, you whimper loudly.

“oh, oh god. y-you're supposed to use your fingers-”you point out halfheartedly. gojo drags the sugary ball of the lollipop against your clit in tantalizing swirls, smearing the sticky cherry syrup across your pussy and mixing it with your own juices.

“i'll clean up after myself, sweet thing,” he reassures, nose pressed to the soft curls at your mound, breathing in your heady scent before he tips his head forward to taste you. this is his favorite part- the possessive feeling in his chest once a virgin is on his tongue, knowing he's the first one to look up and see heaven above him. to hear your soft whimpers and feel the unsure tremble of your thighs.

“how does it feel? you like it?” he asks, kissing your clit with a gentle suck that tightens the muscles in your tummy. he licks against you with skill, tongue a warm wetness over your clit. the feeling gojo pulls from you is all new, butterflies between your hipbones as your cunt flutters around emptiness.

“i think i like it, sir. i-it's so-” you whine, the honorific a slip up. ashamed to talk filth to a man you're assigned to bring oversweetened coffee to every morning. it's so easy talking to the men behind your camera. they're blank faces that pay for a performance and to be soaked in the right words. in person, in front of the man who brings you alive, your tongue is tied up in the heat he licks into your throbbing pussy.

“sir, huh?” you can feel his grin spread along your lower lips, his chuckle vibrating against your skin. he stiffens his tongue for a harder lick, quick flits that bathes your clit in bubbly spit, burning pleasure into your nerves that drives you to tears.

gojo's fingers press bruises into your squishy thighs, locking you in his strong hold. he trails the syrupy sphere of the sucker down to your drooling little hole, nudging until he slowly works the candy up into your pussy at the same time he sucks your clit back into his mouth.

you choke out a wet sob, your hands pushing at his shoulders. squirming and trembling, plush walls clamping down around the hard ball of the lollipop with a wince as he fucks it in slow, his eyes focused on the way your walls slurps it inside.

nothing could have prepared you for gojo satoru fucking you with a piece of candy.

“bet your fans would love to see this,” he muses, releasing your puffy clit with a shameful pop, a trail of spit and slick connecting you to the sorcerer's chin. “you can barely handle a piece of candy. look at this cute little pussy struggling to take it.”

he can't hide his arousal when you taste this good, smacking and slurping like his last meal on earth is between your legs. you release a frustrated whine when he removes the candy, but he appeases you with his tongue— dragging the pink muscle down to curl it into your pussy, the squishy feeling of it making you squeak and grip the edge of the counter behind you.

gojo mumbles a deep groan, tastes so fucking sweet, curling his tongue in and out of you languidly, your squeaks tapering off into breathy pants. he's running out of patience, your noises shooting straight to his leaking cock, but he's determined not to rush. he wants to savor your first time. savor the sweet taste of sugar combined with the earthy flavor of you.

he has to make it good so you remember him after you inevitably come to your senses and make him leave before he breaks your heart.

his palm moves up and lands on your breast, squeezing too hard but you whine for the twinge of pain, placing your hands over his larger one. you hold him like a lifeline as he makes good on his promise of cleaning you all up— drinking down every little drop of candy coated slick until you run dry, until the wet slide against your folds is because of his spit.

“i-i'm-” the stretch of his tongue is so good, your eyelashes wet as you chase the sensation. second orgasm on the brink with his skilled mouth licking and suckling over sensitive nerves. you could end it there, cum on his tongue and let him tuck you into bed after, but you've had enough of not knowing what it feels like to be manhandled down onto a bed, kissed slow, and fucked open by his cock.

you want it to be him and no one else.

“you close?” he reels back, lapping at the entrance to your heat, a tease that makes you cry out. blues flit up to look at you, gaze soft and patient even though his desperation to be inside you has him fraying at the seams. when you nod at him, pushing your hips forward, begging, he grins. “didn't you already cum tonight? who taught you to be so greedy, hmm?”

“i-i'm s-”

“you think you can hold it for me? no, i know you can. hold it for me baby. don't cum.”

“n-no, don't! wanna cum, please please- wanna cum so bad!” but he's not hearing it. he pinches your clit meanly until the twinge of pain clouds over your orgasm, laughing lightly as you drive your fist into his shoulder in frustration, a hit that doesn't hurt him one bit.

he pats your mound with a smile but before he stands to his full height, he ghosts his sticky lips over your ankle as he sets your foot to the floor, teeth grazing the anklet you're wearing. a tender kiss that has no business making your heart flutter like that when he's so mean.

“i'll make sure of it, but right now i need you to save it for me, pretty princess. i promise it'll be so much better if you cum around my cock.” the sorcerer whispers his filth to your ear, leaving wet kisses along the shell. is it normal for your knees to be so weak? “ain't that what you wanted earlier? want something to fill your pussy up, don't you?”

you're so shivery that you hold onto gojo like your life depends on it. feeling wet and used between your legs already.

somehow, you know that gojo satoru is above what you're able to handle. he's a grown man with years of fucking under his belt and you're an apprentice parading as a camgirl who just had your first kiss. but really, it hardly matters when you want him in too many ways to care anymore.

“i want it, want it so bad, please!” you chant, prepared to get on your knees and beg for it while this otherworldly attractive man grins down at you. you feel like sobbing when he listens, circling his arms under your thighs to lift you effortlessly. legs cling to his waist as he walks the few paces it takes to reach your bed, splaying you out amongst the pillows.

“then i'll give it to you, sweet thing. but first, i think you'd be more comfortable in a familiar setting, hmm?”

he wants to film your first time.

it's filthy and you should refuse, but it's also exactly what you daydreamed of. all those nights honoredone89 watched your streams, you wished he was actually there. in front of the camera with you, back to his chest while he stretched you wide on three fingers and claimed you as his for all of your viewers to see.

you're too shy to actually let your fans watch you be fucked by someone else, but you let him hit record on your laptop, the pink camera at the edge of your bed recording a private show for your eyes only, but giving you the illusion of a livestream nonetheless. “don't pay attention to the camera until i tell you to, okay? eyes on me.”

after a small nod from you, he makes quick work of his uniform. unbuttoning his jacket to reveal broad planes of smooth ivory skin. shoving his slacks down, no underwear like you expected so his dick springs out, slapping warmth against your thigh.

it's easy to forget you're being filmed when you’re too busy gaping at him undressing. washboard abs taper off into a carved adonis belt dusted with moonlight hair. and with the eyes of a curious virgin, your gaze peeks down to his cock and it makes your tastebuds water. a perfect balance of long and girthy, the smooth tip blushing pretty and pink.

“can i touch it?” your dewy lashes flutter as you reach forward, wanting to know what the weight feels like in your hand. wanting to brush your fingers over the blue veins, maybe even dip your head down to lap up the pearly precum drooling from the head.

“nuh-uh, but you can feel it,” he sucks his teeth in reprimand, catching your hand and brushing an affectionate kiss across your fingertips. “alright, sweetheart. how do you want it?”

“i-i always imagined i'd be on my stomach,” you whisper, wanting to sink into your covers after voicing such a thing. a combination of your favorite fantasy position and wanting to hide your face from the camera.

“as you wish.”

he obliges, gripping your waist and rolling you over for him, front pressed flat into the pillowy mattress. though your hips are caged in by gojo's strong thighs, you wriggle your legs back and forth, cutely tapping his lower back with your toes.

“i-i hear it's better like this.” you mumble into the pillow under your cheek, just to get rid of the silence in the air.

he only laughs at your small talk, kissing your shoulder with care. “oh, sweet girl. i'll show you how much better it is.”

nerves flutter in your tummy at that, but you trust him more than anything— more than the women who warned you not to harbor a crush on him. he straddles your thighs, reaching into the pocket of his discarded slacks.

you hear the crinkling of a foil packet being ripped, all the air whistling from your lungs in a shaky breath as you twist around, embarrassed; catching him about to roll a condom over his cock. “w-wait-”

“cold feet?”

“no,” god, no. “i- please, you don't have to wear one of those.”

“yeah?” gojo snorts with a growing smile, but he shrugs and tosses the protection aside, caution to the wind and no further questions on it. blood rushes to his head quick now, dizzy as he draws your hips up a little until your ass bumps against his stomach. you're so easy to move, so cute and weak, like feathers under him.

his patience was lost long ago, but he's a team player. he gathers the seat of your ass against his palms, a soft peach that jiggles when he squeezes and kneads to the song of your whines, his eyes hypnotized by the jeweled plug. “you've had this in for so long, princess.” he draws a long finger down the line of your ass, tugging at the plug gently to see your hole spread. the remnants of the lube you used makes it an easy slide as he pulls it out. tossing it to the sheets.

he coos when you squirm away from him with a soft cry, hurts satoru, and he fucking loves the sound of his given name on your tongue. his thumb rubs over the puckered entrance to soothe the soreness. it would be so easy to sink his finger in, cock up next, but he'll save that for another night. “sorry, princess, i know. i'm just making room. i don't think you're ready to take both yet.. let me make it up to you.”

gojo keeps your cheeks spread, slotting his cock in the tight space between your plump thighs. he pushes the thick cockhead through your sopping folds. you can feel the milky pearls of precum smearing along your thighs and cunt with his thrusts, a wet slide right against your heat but it's not enough. “p-please-”

“f-fuck, sweetheart. how are you gonna fit me inside you? look at this.”

he's mean for teasing a virgin so much, but he can't help himself. he glances up at the recording laptop; the cam feed showing him your face pressed into the pillows, writhing all over your pretty sheets. fuck, you look so good. he's used to breaking in the starstruck beauties who flock to him, but he plays favorites now— fearing that once he truly has you, you’ll never let go of his heart, his cock.

“i don't- oh god- i don't know, but i want to try, sir,”you breathe out through your whines, the honorific only baiting him into getting your way, a true performer. “p-please let me try!”

“such a good girl, even when your fans aren't watching. if you want it, take it then. put it in for me,” he almost pleads, wanting to see that you want this just as much and you fucking do. too teased out to feel the jitters fluttering in your heart. you reach behind you, hand fumbling to wrap around his girth. skin feverish after hearing his heavy intake of breath— oh, you did that to him. satoru ducks his head to grip your chin and kiss all over your face, heated presses of his lips reserved for a lover. a distraction for you both as you guide his cockhead to nudge at the entrance of your pretty virgin cunt—

your eyes mist over, crystalline tears clinging to your lashes; losing focus after his hips sink forward. hiding your face in the sheets again, you muffle the depraved whimpers you hiccup out as gojo's cock forces your walls to spread open just for him. white heat slicking your body with sweat as you squirm under him on the bed. he's so fucking long, and he chuckles when you slide a hand down to your stomach to make sure you can't feel him there, too. he feeds you his cock slow so you feel every inch of him, bullying a spot to sit right up against your womb.

“t-too big- oh m’ god, it's too big satoru!”

“you cryin' f' me, baby?” oh, he is aching. no room in the little space your pussy gives him. he struggles to breathe, hair sticking to his forehead as he fights for his composure. he wants to treat you tenderly, break you in the right way, but you're a hot brand around his cock, sucking him in so good it drives him wild.

“s-satoru-”

“you feel that? much better than your toys, isn't it?” he kneels, pinning one hand over your back to keep you in place. “you can take it, cutie. just ease up for me a little, i've got you.”

you try to relax, eyes shut and sheets bitten into your mouth. you've never felt anything like it— the intrusion of his cock builds a pressure that none of your toys could've prepared you for. an overwhelmingly tight fit, you feel too full, in over your head. pussy staining his cock with frothy slick as he draws his hips back for an experimental thrust, an emptiness that makes you whine loudly for him to fill you up again.

“talk to me, tell me how it feels, angel.”

“o-oh- i don't... i don't know-” you gasp, leaning up on your elbows, a sensual dip in your back, the way you've seen the girls on the nsfw accounts you follow pose. the webcam films your fucked out expression and you're too cock hungry to care about it now, watching it shamelessly on the screen of your laptop.

“can't talk?” gojo taunts, digging his nails into the skin of your ass as he levels his weight into his hips and fucks forward. heavy, deep snaps that furrows your brow cutely, determined as you try your best to take him like you imagine the experienced women who are used to the oppressive force of his cock do.

“want me to slow down?” he asks softly, a little worried. after all, it wouldn't be the first time his dick knocked someone out. but you shake your head rapidly and he cackles, pairing that insane sound with deeper thrusts, sharp hipbones rutting against the back of your ass as he bottoms out again— too deep.

“wan' see your face, please 'toru, please,” you blubber into the sheets, but his keen hearing picks it up anyway. stopping is the hardest thing ever, but he pulls out; pushes you onto your back with a hiss.

“can't believe you wanna watch me break in this cute little pussy. what changed?” he goads, but he doesn't wait for your answer. “you know what to do.”

shyly, you wriggle down the bed until your hips are flush against his, reaching between the sweaty shadow of your bodies to handle his damp cock again. the stretch is no easier to take the second time, but you know what it feels like. pining for the slight twinge, the hot burn as he spreads sweet fire through your nerves. the weight of his cock fucking your pussy open in slow, teasing thrusts that leaves you whining.

“don't go easy on me-”

satoru listens instantaneously, pounding you roughly as he nips and marks your sweaty skin as his, little love bites along your neck you'll have to cover in the morning. something he never does, but call him attached to you now. “that's all you needed, ain't it? you don't want those sick fucks watching you. just wanted me to make a mess of this pretty pussy.”

“y-yes!” you cry against his shoulder and he buries his nose against the pulse point at your neck, inhaling sweet gulps of sex and perfume. a grunt kicks out of his chest as he leaves you, leaning back on his heels to fuck harder, your fingers flying to his forearms as he grips your waist, tugging you forward onto his cock to meet his thrusts.

you become a victim to his skilled fucking, to the harsh slap of his hips that a virgin has no business taking. thighs trembling up a storm, desperately trying to close as his cockhead drags along your gummy walls on the quick pull out, fucking your nerves to a red glow.

“you're so good for me, best girl. so good. keep these legs nice and spread for me so i can fuck this pussy the way she deserves.”

neither of you pay attention to the blinking red light of your webcam, too lost in the throes of good fucking. satoru can't keep his eyes off of you as you wriggle desperately underneath him. you're a mess; lips swollen and slicked with spit from your lolling tongue, hair splayed out all over your sanrio pillows while you stare up at him through teary, lidded eyes with the most fucked out look of adoration for the man pounding you, he almost feels guilty.

“s'toru.. satoru- w-will i get to cum again? it feels so- but i can't-”

he loses his final thread of sanity at your little pants and whines of his name. “some girls need it right here, d... don't they, sweet girl?” he says, stuttering when your pussy clenches him in on a good stroke. slick squelches out of you, staining your favorite sheets in a gooey puddle. it's how he knows his cock is fucking you at the right angle, brushed up against that precious spot nestled along your walls. your back arches high off the sheets when he hits it, but a big palm at your belly presses you down, refusing to let you run.

“it feels better right here, too,” he tells you, his hand shifting down. drawing sticky shapes of his initials under the hood of your sore, puffy clit— and you've touched yourself enough times to know what the feeling means. the pooling of sweet heat in your belly, the giddy waves of dopamine swirling in your nerves as a man throws you into your peak for the first time. “feel it yet? yeah you do. cum for me like a good fucking girl, make a mess of my cock like it's yours, pretty girl. give it to me.”

you're sobbing for him, clinging to him as if he can protect you from the force of your own orgasm. tears welling up in your big eyes as the knot in your tummy bursts so suddenly and you cum, walls fluttering around satoru's cock so tight it pains him to thrust through it. no thought in your pretty mind except the relentless pressure he fucks out of your body. overstimulation sets in too quick and you push at his stomach frantically as your juices splash onto the sheets, wetting all over his hand and bathing down the white trail of hair on his stomach. “i-it's too much, wait-”

“fucking.. fuck, princess- let me go or ‘m gonna cum inside you.. you're sucking me in so tight. f-fuck!” he is only seconds behind you, remembering at the last minute to draw back on his heels and pull his cock out of your weeping pussy. you're still shaking in the aftermath of the best orgasm you've ever had but he’s pinching your puffy lips between his pointer and thumb. it only takes a few rubs of his cock through your swollen folds before he whines low in his throat, grunting and tossing his head back as he spills thick ropes of opaque cum all over your pretty crotchless panties and ruined pussy.

“o-oh.. there's so much of it-” you marvel and when he opens his eyes again on the come down, hips kicking weakly now, he sees you reaching down to run your fingers through the cum he left between your thighs, pinching his sticky seed between your fingers curiously.

you're going to be the fucking death of him.

“yeah, that happens,” he chuckles with no breath in his lungs, no energy to tease you about it. he is too dignified to collapse on the bed with a softening dick, in need of a long ass nap, so he leans forward and pets the roots of your hair softly. “you need anything? besides a bath and your diary to give me raving reviews, of course.”

“i...” you start, sitting up and reaching for the closest thing that can cover you besides the stained sheets of your bed: gojo's uniform jacket. you drape it around your front, looking away to hide the vulnerability in your eyes. “can you stay until i fall asleep? you can leave after but.. i don't..”

don't be greedy, is what he would usually tell a woman asking him to sleepover after he's snatched her innocence up and fucked her into a limp. but with you, the sinking feeling in his chest, the months of pocketing your hidden smiles and shy flirtations to think about during his darkest hours, tells him only one thing: he wouldn't have left even if you asked him to.

“i'm not going anywhere.”

gojo experiences a first tonight, too. for the first time ever, he doesn't run.

instead, he stays. cleans you up with a warm towel and eases you into clean underwear, though you insist on wearing his jacket as pajamas. he even helps you change your soaked sheets ( with insufferable comments asking if he can keep them. ) you don't know what it means when a man stays after being your first, but your heart feels too warm and a little bit in lo—

“what's that sound?”

you're about to tuck into bed, ready to snuggle in safe and sound with gojo watching over you when his voice speaks up. now that your post-orgasmic haze has cleared a little, you hear it too. the quiet chime of the tip and chat bells ringing wildly from your still open laptop.

the camera at the end of your bed blinking lipstick red from its perch on the tripod.

like.boobs.97 chatted: that bastard is so lucky.

“oh... oh, no!” you squeal, scrambling to shut the laptop down, face burning with mortification. you should have checked, you should have checked. you have to help satoru with his emails in the morning, why did you trust him to click the right button?

you've been streaming to your viewers on the cam site the entire time.

“whoops,” is all gojo says, carefree and flippant as ever as he moves to stretch out across your bed like an oversized unbothered cat, drawing you against his body.

“so, you gonna introduce me as your new boyfriend or what?”

stream viewers: @atsumeii ┊ @bbyatsumu ┊@yuujispinkhair ┊@danibby

first time dry-humping with katsuki..?

you were in his lap, kissing his neck. his long rough callouses hands holding your hips as he tilted his head back. he let out a guttural moan as he shut his eyes closed when you kissed a sweet spot.

your hips involuntarily moved rolling against his groin, you blushed. “..s-sorry” your voice muffled in between kisses as you said flustered. he groaned “..idiot.” you chuckled suddenly his hips jerked in the direction of your pussy, making sure his hard member pressed against your clothed aching pussy.

”o-oh! k-katsukiiii..” you mumbled blushing, “keep it quiet-dumbass.” his hands squishing your thighs, “..m-mmph” “..stupidly pretty” he gruffed seeing you flustered and a mess. “..is this still okay..” you mumbled blushing, you and katsuki weren’t exactly intimate..

“idiot. i wouldn’t let this happen if it wasn’t..” he scoffed, “..o-oh yeah..” you murmured silently as he dry-humped you

you physically couldn’t stop making noises-you’ve never been like this ever.. “..katsuki..” you whined “hm-what?” he said while groaning “..this feels good” “..obviously stupid.”

“-but keep making those pretty sounds.”

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meyuriko

2 years ago

Bonten’s Princess | Baby trapping

Chapter 1/? | “Heaven and Back”

Bonten Tokyo Revengers x fem reader (gang bang).

18+ MDNI. Reblogs, likes and comments are so appreciated! Happy Valentine’s Day!

WC: 14,240.

Tag list (comment to join!): @lem0nsquezy @nutyy @tellynojelly @bontensbabygirl

★ You are a member of the Bonten organization, having romantic and sexual affairs with all of the members and often getting gang banged. You threaten to leave Bonten during a fight with Sano Manjiro. He takes matters into his own hands by stealing your birth control and getting rid of it. One evening with all the executives in your penthouse, you are gangbanged by Bonten. Mikey baby traps you and all of the executives cum inside you without any protection, because your life is better with them. Even if he has to prove it to you, you belong with Mikey. Will you get pregnant? Who is the father?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37055383/chapters/92459122 Cross Posted to my AO3.

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TW: Reader gets fucked while she’s drunk, rough sex, baby trapping, dub con, drunk sex, mention of drugs, violence and guns. If these make you uncomfortable, please do not read.

Kinks: Creampies, breeding, BDSM, bondage, toys, bimbo reader, size kink, slapping, choking, vaginal sex, oral, sugar daddy, overstimulation, daddy kink & a lot more!

A/N: Hi babes! I am so excited to be posting this. Welcome to the first chapter of my Bonten arc, Tokyo Revengers baby trapping story. We are starting things off with a bang! I am not sure how many chapters this will be, most likely 5-10! I’ve put so much effort into this first chapter, I hope you all love it. Please let me know if you want more. Please read the end notes! I love Mikey so much, so I am so excited to develop a plot for this.

Read below, I hope you enjoy this first chapter! ⇩( ◠‿◠ )

You’re a Bonten executive and also having sexual affairs with members of the criminal organization. Your life was anything but boring.

You lived in a fancy penthouse they paid and provided all for you. Bonten is known as the most dangerous crime groups in all of Japan. You were a young adult and the youngest member in Bonten, your place in the gang was as Bonten’s princess and Mikey’s girl. It was normal for you to be gangbanged by the members regularly, having threesomes and sex whenever they wanted. There you were, also a decently dangerous girl knowing if anyone was to mess with you, they’d be killed. You were a lot more fragile and sensitive than them of course. You were a few years younger than most of them.

You were on birth control due to the fact you were young and not ready for a baby. But the last 2 weeks, you haven’t taken your birth control. You couldn’t find it? This made you confused and frustrated, but just held off on seeing the doctor for a new pack due to business matters getting a little busy. After an argument with Mikey, being stubborn as usual in which you threatened to leave Bonten and kick them out of your life. It was mainly out of anger and you didn’t really mean it, but sometimes thoughts bubbled up in your head that this wasn’t such a good idea.

You were a young, beautiful and kind woman with so much promise to the world. You could definitely find the husband you needed to fit your lifestyle to settle down and have a child with.

You were unable to deny you enjoyed the luxury lifestyles and constant assurance of knowing you’re safe with the Bonten members looking out for you. You were Bonten’s Princess after all. You grew up having a quiet life, with school and career goals, until you met Sano Manjiro at a bar one night, you caught his attention and the rest was history. Bars were never your thing, yet for some reason that night you decided to go which brought you to that fateful encounter.

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11:30 PM

You were currently in your luxury pent house’s living area on a fancy black leather couch, you sat holding a wine glass while wearing a black, sparkly, short and sexy dress. You were sipping your sparkly alcoholic beverage while sitting on Takeomi’s lap. You were practically his baby doll. His one hand around your waist while the other hand holding an Old Fashioned. Mikey, Ran, Kokonoi, Sanzu, Kakucho, Mochi and Rindou were also there. Drinking and smoking while chatting about various topics. You drank some sparkling rosé wine which was sweet, a lot more pleasant than white wine; still indulging in those feminine likings of sweet drinks. It was a nice night, the city was quiet and the weather was pleasent. The perfect night for this.

You had on some mini black heels, your makeup was done nicely with a dark eye look enhancing your (color) twinkly orbs. You had on the Miss Dior perfume, it was just as elegant as you. You were dating a few of the members in the gang, it was a difficult and different relationship to say the least. Though the men found their ways to keep you to themselves. It wasn’t intended, it just sorta happened.

The men in the room had their fancy dress shirts, slacks and suits on. The typical attire. Not to mention they smelled amazing. Many of them wearing designer clothing and using masculine and sexy colognes that made you go into a state of hypnosis. You got showered in presents by your fellow executives too as you often helped them out with syndicate related matters. You weren’t too deep into crime like some of them. They currently sat having drinks, smoking weed, cigarettes and eating appetizers off of a black tray.

All sorts of fancy cheese, crackers, mini sandwiches filled the tray. It was a perfect evening for a get together with the guys like this.

”Listen, I think we should hit up a strip club to see if we can get any entertainment.” Haruchiyo’s voice boomed, taking you out of your thoughts.

You frowned, darting an angry look to the pink haired man.

”We have no reason to go there, remember what happened last time? Man, you really have a few screws loose.” Kokonoi rolled his eyes.

“I was just kidding, but things have been pretty boring around here lately.” The pink haired male responded.

Rindou chuckled, “right.”

Takeomi was a lot older than you but incredibly sexy. “How’s the drink tasting baby? They make the wine good enough for ya doll?” He asked from behind you, his voice rasped making all the men look over to you, as you got pretty tipsy and filled with giggles at this time.

“It’s really good!” You smiled with the glass in your hand. “You guys always spoil me, thank you for buying this pretty dress, Takeomi.” You giggled blushing.

Maybe you were a little bit of a sugar baby to them. You’d often give the men strip shows, sex, blowjobs, anything they could ask for. You were younger than all of them, adorable at that too. The perfect bimbo they used to corrupt.

“Yeah, is it ever pretty. How about ya stand up n’ give us a little spin.” Sanzu looked at you up and down, his pink hair shining like gloss in the dim lights.

Takeomi let you get off his lap, you stood up on the white and black marble flooring. Your dress hugged your petite body, making your breasts pop out, showing off your small curves of your hips and waist. You spun around and gave a coy little grin, blowing a kiss in a flirty manner to Sanzu.

“Mm, very sexy” Kokonoi smirked as he looked at you. “You look like you’ve got a fancy date tonight or somethin’, what’s the occasion for getting so dolled up? You usually wear a mini dress or some skirt to these little drinking nights.” He questioned.

The other men were wondering why you decided to wear something new and so sexy and more makeup than usual. Your hair shined in the dim lighting, making the (color) hair glow, smooth like honey.

“Well I’m sure not complaining, what man doesn’t wanna look at pretty girls?” Kakucho with his legs crossed and arms leaning back across the chair smugly responded as you felt all eyes on you.

Sanzu whistled, he gave you an enthusiastic smile “god damn babygirl, you’re making me want to do bad things to you when I see you like this! I love the dress.”

“A date tonight? No way.” You shrugged, “I just wanted to look cute for you guys.” You flirted, using your feminine ways and trying to grasp their attention.

“How sweet" Koko replied.

“Guys I needed to bring this up to you… it’s pretty serious.” Your tone changed from lighthearted to a little more serious and almost worried tone, making a few eyebrows quirk up.

“I can’t find my birth control I left in my bathroom cabinet. I haven’t had it in a few weeks since we weren’t doing anything the last few weeks. Where is it?” You asked fearing the worst.

You knew you had threatened to leave Bonten after and argument not too long ago with Mikey and you’ve always known that what Mikey wants, Mikey gets.

You thought you had misplaced your packet of pills, and with how busy you were the last two weeks it wasn’t the biggest priority. You knew the guys wouldn’t do you bad, they loved and adored you. Though you had a feeling Mikey knew something about this and since you were all together here tonight, it was a good idea to ask at the very least.

Takeomi gave you a confused look, “I don’t know.”

Well, whatever. Nevermind.

“Seriously. One of you probably threw it out. Who was it?” You asked as you got mad, you weren’t raising your voice but it definitely sounded agitated.

“I said I don’t know, sweetie.” Takeomi grunted as some chuckles came from the older men.

“Sorry, pet. I’ve got no clue where it went. I was busy these last few days trying to deal with some unpleasant scum.” Sanzu replied, as sincere as he could be.

That’s when you heard Mikey speak as his voice boomed. He sat on a couch alone and in front of everybody. “We need to discuss something.”

You completely forgot he was there with how quiet he was tonight.

“Did you steal it Mikey?!” You asked turning around to face him in his chair. Looking all high and fucking mighty.

“Yes I did, and I threw it out. You can’t threaten to leave me like that after all I do for you, (Name).” Mikey’s voice was emotionless as he stared at you with a heartless expression.

”I thought you would’ve brought this matter up sooner.” He added in a tone that sounded like he was speaking to himself.

“The hell?! Why are you guys so damn obsessive over me. I’m a free and adult woman, I can do what a want. Besides… I don’t know if the gang life is for me.” Your voice trailed off.

That snapped the mellow tone of the atmosphere to a more intense one.

“Why not?” Kaku asked after a brief moment of silence and you sulked.

You thought for a moment and recalled all of the times you realized how dangerous this kind of life was.

You started to realize one day you want to get married and have kids, not yet of course you were still so young, barely an adult. You owned guns, have seen people get killed, drugs dealings and all sorts of crime, you weren’t sure how safe it would be for you to have a baby around here.

Feeling the intensity of the men in the room as they gave you dark looks with a tinge of possessiveness. They were so caring and took good care looking after you, so of course this would bother them. Just did not sit right.

A moment of silence again, you fucked up.

All the members knew you were a young, naïve and sometimes dumb girl. You often babbled about nonsense all the time, this was too far though. You can’t just leave. The constant spoiling, pampering, you were their little princess.

“I hate to leave at an awkward time but I just got a call, I need to go take it, boss.” Mochi said speaking up, grabbing his ringing cell phone as he left the pent house’s front door.

“Go ahead.” Mikey replied.

Taking a deep breath knowing it’s what you must do to confront Mikey. It was around your time of ovulation in the month where you were most fertile, it would surprise you if Mikey was tracking this.

“It’s because I love you guys so much. Except I want to get married possibly someday and have babies. I don’t know if we could raise a baby here safely. I don’t want them involved in the crime world, I want to be a good mother.” Your voice was timid and squeaky now, your lips were baby pink and plump. So feminine and desirable.

Mikey was the one to reply quickly. “Yes we can, of course we can, sweet pea.” His voice was soft, almost like he was telling you the way it had to be. “I could be a father to the baby and prioritize them with all safety in the world. You said you always wanted kids.”

“Yeah but not now-“

“Then how the fuck are we gonna fuck her? Last time she took a break off birth control you wouldn’t let us do anything.” Ran asked raising his voice slightly.

“Mikey’s word is law. He makes the decisions around here.” Sanzu snorted being loyal to his boss.

“Thank you, Sanzu. However, I think it’s only right we give her what she wants and to ravish her without her birth control. It’s unnatural for you body’s natural hormones, baby.” Mikey gave you a dark expression.

What was he going on about?

“I wouldn’t mind knocking her up, only if she wanted.” Takeomi took a puff of his cigarette.

“Hmph” you frowned, regarding your monthly period you were sure if you’d even get pregnant at this time of the month, you could always get Plan B behind Mikey’s back.

“You could never leave us, (Name). Life is so much better when you have us, you need us. Remember how you used to be an innocent little good girl? You couldn’t survive like that without someone to protect you?” Hajime asked you as you stood completely surrounded by the men.

“That’s right, you need us don’t you princess? I spoil you rotten, you can’t just take all my money and love, then run.” Sanzu purred, trying to hit a nerve.

You were often easily swayed by words.

“I don’t know about any of these jackasses but you’ve been making me pretty worked up lately with all these sexy outfits.” Rindou pointed out as you eyed him up and down, how handsome he looked in his formal suit. It accentuated his body well.

You went from feeling the buzz of alcohol to quickly getting into a drunken state, you were feeling bubbly.

Looking down to your hand you saw a promise ring Mikey gave you, and you wore diamond earrings Koko bought for you. You were spoiled rotten.

“Your life won’t be much better without us.” Mikey told you, it was the honest truth.

“So then, what are you going to do?” You asked as you made eye contact with Sano Manjiro, going right along with him in his game.

“You can’t leave me, that isn’t the right thing to do. We belong together and we are family. You are nothing without me, Bonten is your life. I don’t want you finding anybody else, they'll mess it up.” He spoke with darkness laced in his malicious tone. Mikey did this, when his dark side came out it was always something you never messed with.

“You know he is right too, (Name).” Takeomi the group’s advisor told you. “You’re a defenseless girl and we love you, no need to cut off such a healthy relationship.” He flashed his teeth to you with a sly grin.

“How about ya c’mere and sit in my lap?” Koko asked patting to his lap, you were feeling tipsy and vulnerable to the difficult situation.

“Mm Hajime, I’m starting to feel drunk and my head feels weird.” You mutter out as you walked over to him in your heels, they clicked as you walked across the floor, your hips swaying slightly as your black, sparkly dress shined.

“It’s for your own good.” Mikey added while watching. His arm was leaning on the arm of the chair, he propped himself up with his hand against his chin.

You looked at Koko’s appearance and his styled hair with, his black eyes looking into your orbs. He was one of the more dressy executives, his golden earrings flashing as they caught your attention. He could easily calculate your every move and predicted what would be happening tonight.

You sat in his lap and felt his hand stroking your thigh, facing him you bit your lip. He was a dangerous man, good at making money in all illegal ways. He was good at the criminal schemes he took part in. Even being associated with Kokonoi meant you were bound to be rich. These men were all dangerous and could easily hurt you.

“Tonight, I command we do a gangbang on (Name). We will continue fucking her as long as it takes to get her pregnant, so don’t hold back men. I’ll be the one to finish in her last. I’ll stay here and anything I see and don’t like will be stopped immediately.” Mikey spoke up to the group, those words making you immediately nervous.

“Fine by me.” Koko snickered as his hand trailed up to your breasts he groped them through your dress as he squeezed them. "Consider this punishment."

“No, can’t we talk about this?” You squirmed “I love being fucked by you all but please let me get back on birth control first, please.” You begged, giving him big puppy eyes.

“Come on missy. You might not even get pregnant, we’ve done it raw before and nothin’ happened.” Sanzu rolled his eyes, getting tired of your attitude.

Koko replied to the man, “well you probably just got lucky. She’s young and fertile, god, I bet we’d have the cutest babies. There’s no deeper love than this.” He grinned looking at you.

“After, if she doesn’t get pregnant we will just wait and try again some other month. It’s really her choice, she has options if she wants Plan B or not. If she does get pregnant, we will have to find out who the dad is.” Mikey spoke to the group as he got up from his seat and walked over to the large open window revealing the nighttime city lights.

“I’m sure this could be interesting, we could make some bets on who the dad is.” Sanzu liked the ideas the boss was throwing out.

“I’m only (your age) years old, I’m still a bit young for a baby, even if my body craves it.” Your voice was shallow and filled with nerves.

“I don’t know about you guys but I’ve always thought our baby girl would look adorable pregnant with a swollen belly.” Kaku glanced over to you with loving eyes.

There was a table in the middle of all the couches where the men placed their respective drinks and snacks.

Koko’s hand discreetly went underneath your short dress and touched your clit through your panties as you whimpered quietly. This exposed your (favorite color) lacy and sexy panties you bought for yourself, this did not go unnoticed.

Koko’s hand went from touching your clit outside of your panties to snaking his hand underneath the thin fabric as his fingers rubbed gentle circles on your clit. Your body leaned against his chest, he was wearing a burgundy top which made him look irresistible. You let out a whine as he touched your clit, giving a little lewd mewl.

“That’s my girl.” Koko praised, the men in the room amused by your release of the noise of pleasure.

“She’s such a weak little executive for Bonten, yet the most valuable member as our sex toy.” Bonten’s number 3 Kaku spoke as he was relaxed on the couch holding his drink.

His fingers continued to rub your clit as you arched your back.

“Mm” you whimper gently as your eyes flutter shut.

“As always, she likes doin' it while all drunk or high.” Sanzu chuckled watching your face became flushed, a shade of pink that reminded him of cotton candy.

“How about ya take that dress off? As cute as it is I’d rather see what lingerie you got on underneath.” Takeomi, the older man looked at you as you stood up, feeling a bit dizzy from the alcohol.

“Speaking of which, I got some new sex toys, I think we could use on her…” Sanzu trailed off with a dirty smirk on his face, his eyes revealing the dirty intentions he had with you. You examined all of his piercings and how truly hot his appearance was.

“And what exactly might they be?” Rindou asked in curiosity, tilting his head.

“I got some nipple clamps, a spreader bar, vibrators, some of the BDSM equipment any freak could ask for!” His slightly droopy eyes looked into yours, you bit your lip in response. He was a pretty blunt and outgoing guy, totally crazy with drugs though.

“How does that sound Mikey?” Sanzu asked knowing Mikey’s word was most important and Haruchiyo Sanzu stayed loyal to Mikey’s beliefs.

“You’re free to do what you like. As long as we get her pregnant, I wouldn’t want her to leave us.” Mikey walked back over to his chair as he sat down on it. You knew how manipulative Sanzu was, he was the most sadistic too.

“Strip, (Name).” Mikey spoke to you as you realized you had no other option, either they were going to brutally fuck you or you could go along with it.

Besides you started to feel a tingly and hot sensation down in your panties. You hadn’t masturbated or been fucked in awhile now.

“Dumb girl.” Mikey taunted.

You slowly unzipped the zipper to your black and sparkly dress that glimmered in the low toned lighting. Perhaps the lighting was setting the mood.

You slide the dress down to the luxury tiled flooring and stepped out of it, sliding your heels off. You were significantly smaller than all of the men, your body was small and you were surrounded by hungry males awaiting to devour you.

Your figure was on full display for the men in the room. You were wearing a matching (favorite color) lace bra, which the colors brought out your eyes and it was a fancy designer brand. Hell, even your whole face of makeup and outfit from tonight were worth a few thousand dollars.

You didn’t have the biggest curves but your body had little feminine curves that made your hips and waist look absolutely stunning. You shyly look up awaiting a response.

“Don’t worry, (Name). You can always get the morning after pill tomorrow, I’ll allow it.” Mikey gave you a crooked half smile, which made you wonder how sincere he was but you trusted him.

You nodded your head feeling the comfort in his unbeknownst to you, fake reassurance.

“Thank you Mikey.” You softly replied.

“Lay on the couch, princess. Let me get you ready and all wet for tonight.” Koko smirked.

“I’ll go get the toys from the other room” Sanzu said as he stood up and walked out of the room, his feet making sound with each step he took.

In your drunken state you walked over to the empty couch, all of the men were on opposite couches. It was spacious so there was enough room for everyone to sit comfortably in your living area. You laid on the cool and black, leather couch. Your head gently resting on a cushion.

“All bark, no bite.” Sanzu chuckled as he entered the room with all of the toys and bondage materials he mentioned. “Wise of ya, baby. You know we have guns here, so make sure you’re obedient.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, I’m sorry for threatening to leave. Bonten is what my life is dedicated to.” You slurred your words through the alcohol hitting your system.

“Good girl. We will always take care of you and fuck you better than anyone ever could. Anyone who doesn’t fit in Bonten are scraps.”

Koko came back to the couch you were on, getting on top of you, he grabbed your arms and held them down dominantly. Koko pressed his soft lips that had the lingering scent of alcohol on them onto your pink lips that were in a pout. Your body felt like it was getting all hot and sensitive at this sensation.

His tongue collided with yours, he explored your mouth with his tongue. Your spit getting all over your chest as you whimper and plead for more.

”F-feels good.” You commented through out the kiss and brief make out session.

Koko’s mouth went to your neck, sucking on the skin and giving a slight bit to it as he was covering you in hickeys. One after the other on your neck. “Don’t forget, you’re my woman.” He sternly spoke as his hands trail down your silky-soft skin.

“So pretty when you’re all embarrassed and shy. Don’t act like you don’t love being gangbaged by us.” Koko’s voice was laced with sultry as some of the men in the room licked their lips in hunger.

“Y-yes, gangbangs with Bonten are always the best”. You responded, you looked so dumb and innocent. You were the perfect little bimbo.

“You look beautiful tonight, sweetie. Flaunting how cutesy you are.” His voice was raspy as you whimpered and squirmed under him, desperately anticipating for him to do something.

He sat you up to unhook your bra, as pretty as it was, he wanted you totally bare for him. Removing the bra and sliding it off your body, tossing it to the ground. Koko’s hands now made their way to your panties, your hips bucked as you whimpered. He hadn’t even touched you and you were already so needy.

He reached down to your lace (color) panties and slid them down, taking them off of your body and tossing them down to the ground. You were entirely naked in front of all the Bonten members, total eye candy to them.

You instinctively spread your legs open for Koko, he started by pressing kisses on your inner thighs, causing tingles to run down your spine. Your pussy was already soaked, making him hum as he noticed how much it was dripping.

“Silly girl, she’s wet already. Absolutely dripping.” Koko’s voice spoke to the men, causing a few snickers from the men.

“So I suppose she doesn’t mind this to an extent.” Rindou said in a low-toned voice, feeling his cock becoming hard in his pants from your cute figure.

“P-please, wanna feel good.” You begged, needing Koko to touch you.

He chuckled in amusement at your current state. “You’re like dessert, ya know? Taste so sweet and your scent is intoxicating baby.” With that Koko’s tongue glided against your slit, pressing a kiss on your little clit.

“Mmm! Missed this so much!” You whined quietly, your eyes shutting as you let out a drunk giggle.

You raised your hand and ran your hand through the man’s smooth hair.

His tongue flicked against your clit, sucking on your sensitive nub, making you fall into a state of pleasure that felt incredible.

“Koko-“ you meekly mewled, you couldn’t deny, it did feel a little embarrassing yet so fucking sexy having all of the men in the room get hard at the sight of you being eaten out.

“Ahh Koko, it is making me feel really good.” You moaned softly, you took in the notes of his seductive cologne. It had scents of sandalwood, lavender and a hint of some spices.

You and Koko were very close, regularly going on on dates and having sex together. He was one of the people you were around the most, he had known you the longest too along with Manjiro.

Koko’s tongue dipped into your hole, exploring it with his tongue as he tasted your sweet arousal. A massive bulge growing in his boxers.

“Hajime, please more.” You begged, your voice becoming more high pitched.

He made love to your clit, gently spreading your folds with his tongue as he teased your clit. Sucking and licking at your sensitive button, resulting in you arching your back and your pussy becoming even more soaked than prior. Surely, you’d be ready to take cock soon enough.

”It feels so good!” Your voice lewdly let out in pleasure, making Rindou grunt.

“Pleasure slut, only focused on yourself huh? That’s going to change tonight.” The man commented as the room was relatively silent with all eyes on you.

Koko stayed focused on pleasuring your tight cunt. Holding your legs open as they began to tremble, you felt the blood rush to your face as it was heating up. He was making your pussy feel incredible as the waves of pleasure built up stronger and stronger.

Your nipples were slightly puffy as Takeomi admired your body in this state. “Does it feel good, baby?” He asked, finally putting the cigarette butt in the ash tray.

“Omi, feels so good daddy-“ you cry out, entering a full state of lust and desire for the men to take you.

You weren’t on birth control now, but fuck it.

“Pretty little girl, can’t wait to fill ya up. You’re safe with us.” Takeomi Akashi said.

Which was funny he said that, as there were guns on the coffee table beside Sanzu.

All eyes were on you, this felt like a dream. Or the fantasy of some perverted girl.

Koko’s mouth pleasuring your pussy felt too good, it was making you closer to a high feeling his tongue explore your sensitive areas. He was so damn good at eating pussy too, the man knew exactly how to pleasure you and all the right ways to tease you.

“Ah! ‘M gonna cum, I can’t take it no more. It’s so damn good!” You moaned loudly.

“Cum for me princess, let it out. Cum on my tongue, baby girl.” Koko encouraged you, giving you praise as he kept licking your clit with his tongue.

Feeling the rushing and high sensation of your orgasm washing over your body, you bucked your hips as your legs began to shake and twitch.

“Koko! I’m cumming, god it feels so good. I needa get fucked so hard tonight.” You innocently whined, yet letting out such dirty words as you came.

You let out some heavy breaths as you came down from your high, giving a little soft smile. “Thank you, Koko.”

Takeomi stood up and grabbed you. He lifted you up, laying you down on your back on the table that was in the penthouse living room in the middle of all the couches, which also had a pool table, theatre sized TV and various things you enjoyed such as a cabinet filled with champagne and a mini bar. The pent house had a very modern and sleek look, anyone's dream home.

Your head turned to look out the large window observing the city night lights. Your body was completely naked and bare for all of the Bonten members to feast their eyes on your small and bare form. You were fertile too, off the pill and ready for breeding.

Takeomi smelled of yucky cigarettes with a mix of alcohol and cologne. His black and blonde hair lighting up in the lighting of the sensual atmosphere of the room. He had a burning lust and drive to take you.

He was tall and much bigger than you, this made you feel excited. He hasn’t even touched you yet and you were mewling and whining, now fully ready for cock.

“So needy.” You heard Mikey say as he watched you with a blank expression, almost as if he didn’t give a fuck to the sight unfolding in front of him.

Sanzu gave chuckle, “that’s our little weakling, you’re not so tough when we put you into that submissive state are ya? Girls are so precious.”

You whimpered a “nu uh”, biting your lip looking up at the man who was in between your legs.

“I need it, Takeomi sir.” Your voice was angelic.

“What do you need slut?” He asked exuding dominance.

“Your cock, need to get fucked so badly” your legs squirmed, feeling more needy for cock than ever before. Your voice went all high pitched and desperate for them.

“Well gentlemen tonight is the night we find out who has the weakest sperm.” Rindou commented, followed by a few small laughs.

All current executives were sitting on 3 couches you had in your living space. Sanzu and Kaku on one, Rindou and Ran on another, then Koko on the couch you were previously on.

Takeomi undid his black belt, then unbuttoned his black slacks and removed them, he slipped off his boxers. He also took off his dress shirt which was white and striped tie. You spread your legs open as a lewd expression was pressed on your blushing face. A face that was of an innocent girl ready to get her cunt drilled.

You looked down as he pulled his large cock out, it was around 7 inches and girthy. He was experienced in the bedroom.

The older man lined up his cock with your glossy, wet slit as he slowly pushed himself in your hole gently, his cock dripping with pre cum; you knew damn well you were getting knocked up tonight.

You’d even go as far of thinking that Mikey was being slick enough to track your cycle at this point.

You let out a loud moan, “oh fuck!” your pussy was being stretched open by him.

Takeomi let out a groan as you looked at his toned body, getting more turned on.

“This pussy is tight as fuck as always, can tell you’ve never fucked many guys.” The man took pleasure in letting his cock fill up every inch of your tight and warm cunt that happily wrapped around him welcoming him.

“Mmm, I missed this so much. You haven’t fucked me in a bit, sir.” Calling him that sweet word which made him feel powerful.

He didn’t thrust just yet, letting you adjust to his size.

”No need to leave us, ask for my credit card whenever and you got it. Yeah princess?”

You squeezed around his cock, feeling turned on by the way he spoke to you.

“Good girl, wrapping around my cock so tightly, like we first time we ever fucked huh?” Takeomi grunted as you mewled. You let out those innocent yet so dirty, high-pitched lewd noises.

“Mikey, can’t do this-“ you whined out knowing how you were bound to get pregnant if all these men came inside you.

“Shut up, take it. Let’s make a happy future.” Mikey ordered.

“Baby-“ Takeomi started looking down at you, your eyes looked like they were begging for him to stop.

You smelled the liquor on his breath as he gave a concerned gaze. Who the hell was he to push having a kid onto you? Takeomi was the kind of guy who was maybe a little rough around the edges, but he spoiled you rotten with fancy dinners and bouquets of (your favorite) flowers.

“Mmph?” You sulked as you looked up into his piercing eyes.

“I can just pull out.”

“No, I’ll take it.” You replied quietly, with some whistles and clapping from the guys in the room observing you, letting your lust take over.

Maybe the thought you might get pregnant hasn’t really sunk in yet.

Takeomi thrusted his big cock inside your tight cunt, going slow at first then building up a nice pace as you felt waves of pleasure building up in your pussy. Your legs felt all shaky as you wrapped them around Takeomi’s body pulling him in.

“Nnnn, fuck.” You cry out in pleasure

“God, (Name). I fucking love you princess, so beautiful.”

”Love you always, daddy.” You responded, your (cup size) breasts bouncing as he fucked you.

He leaned down to kiss you, pressing his soft lips against your plump and pouty lips. You mewled against them, your little lewd nosies were music to his ears. His cock thrusted against your cervix, his cock was already leaking with his pre-cum before entering you, all of it was surely making way into your womb.

His tongue collided with yours as you opened your mouth giving him leeway to explore, you were able to take in the scent of the cologne he had on. The musk of tobacco with woody accords, some notes of lemon that flirted with a lovely scent of cedar that gave for the perfect scent for Takeomi.

God, weren’t you ever spoiled rotten? Being given all these wonderful things like handbags, designer outfits, shoes, makeup and perfume. Sure the situation wasn’t ideal, but they would take care of your baby. It’s not like you were so material based, but they did adore you.

“Feels good in my pussy” your high pitched tone made him groan as he held onto your waist thrusting deep into you.

“Shit, princess. You feeling good? Your lips look so pretty wrapping around my cock, god your pussy looks so pretty like this. Wish you could see.” The man whispered into your ear, resulting in sultry moans booming from your mouth.

“Y-yes, it’ making me feel rweally good.” You whimper.

His thrusts got harder and deeper, your body had a hard time taking his whole cock but you did it. It felt so good being streched out by Takeomi, the older man.

"Omi, more please! I love your big cock."

He bucked his hips as he pounded into your cunt that was wet and gripping him.

“I’m gonna cum, sweetie. Stay just like that.” Akashi moaned as his thrusts were rough, getting sloppy too. You nodded your head in response with a dirty smirk pressed on your face with bright, cotton candy flushed cheeks.

You giggle “yes, please cum inside me. Do it raw!” You begged, you were over taken by your high. Completely forgetting that this wasn’t what you wanted.

You heard him let out a loud groan as Bonten’s advisor began to cum inside of you. His hot, white and milky liquids filling up your pussy as you whined and moaned underneath him. He stayed inside your pussy balls deep for a moment after cumming, as if trying to make sure it all was filling you up and staying put. He let out a soft chuckle as he pulled out, watching some of his seed drip out of you.

“So beautiful, not too sure why but the fact you’re unprotected makes it a little more hot right now.” Takeomi darted as he began to pull his boxers up and do up his pants before sitting back on the couch and grabbing his glass of an unfinished drink.

You got a moment to breathe, your nerves began to sink in a little. Were you really going to get pregnant tonight?

Your hearing felt muffled as you heard some shuffling around and some of the men talking before getting back into focus.

Now Rindou got up and walked toward your place on the luxury table, which all the furniture in your penthouse was high class and luxury. Your eyes made you look like you were hypnotized, you bit down on your lip. Which unintentionally made you look like a total tease.

“Rindou” you call out and he smirked.

You looked at his light lilac hair. You could see his bulge and how hard his cock was as he approached you. His shiny earrings filling your drunk and dizzy vision. He was so handsome.

“Baby girl, so weak and fragile. All bark and no bite, you claimed you were thinking about leaving me and here you are yet again being used like a slut. Is my girlfriend really so silly to believe she can get away without my permission?” Rindou asked with a sadistic look on his handsome face.

He was one of your favorites in Bonten, you loved getting fucked roughly by him. It was hard to pick a favorite man when they all treated you so well and had their own great highlights.

You didn’t respond.

“You listen to me when I’m talking to you, got it?” You suddenly felt his hands pulling you up so you were now sitting on the table instead of laying back, looking up into his eyes.

You frowned and rolled your eyes in a bratty manner, unexpectedly you felt a harsh slap to your face as you wince in pain. You felt tears on the verge of spilling out of your dolled up eyes, whimpering in pain as your cheek grew red from the man’s harsh slap.

“Use your words and apologize. You know the magic word.” He was stern and needed to put you in your place.

“I’m sorry daddy. I won’t roll my eyes again or disrespect you. Daddy please, need you so badly.” You politely request and he caressed your cheek he had just slapped.

“That’s a good girl. You can be obedient for me, can’t you my dirty girl?” He asked and you nodded your head with excitement.

Everything about you was perfect to Rindou, he always picked out what color nails you should get at your next appointment at the nail salon. He often picked out your lingerie and outfits for you, he loved you being his little girl. He never let your bratty side get the better of him, he enforced punishment when needed.

You pull him in for a kiss as you kissed his cheek and pressed a soft kiss on his lips.

“I love you Rindou, daddy.” You muttered while wrapping your arms around him.

This is what Mikey wanted after all, to turn you into an overstimulated and brain dead bimbo for him to toy with.

“You need to be punished, don't ya honey? Daddy’s going to give you his baby for threatening to leave him.” Rindou scolded as the taller male looked down at you.

He turned from you as you noticed him grab the nipple clamps Sanzu just placed across the table. Rindou looked at your body, admiring your form and your tits.

Your breasts were perky and were a perfect size, surely to grow a size or two once you were knocked up. He placed the nipple clamps on each of your nipples as they were held together by a small chain, he gave them a tug resulting in a mewl from you.

You felt the sensation of your sensitive nipples being squeezed by those clamps, whining and making noise.

“Shh, no whining tonight. You have been rude enough.” He ordered and you bit down on your tongue, submitting entirely.

“Hey, you must of forgotten this.” Sanzu said as he pulled out a collar handing it over to Rindou. It was black with a few diamonds and a lock on it, real diamonds of course.

“Oh, of course. (Name), you know what this represents right?” You we’re sitting up and looking up at the man who was speaking down to you in an intimidating and stern voice. He lifted your hair up as he did up the collar on you.

“It means I’m property of Bonten. I’m your woman, I’m your little girl.” You slurred with a cute tone.

“What happens if I really get pregnant…? It’s going to be all your fault, you jerks.” You furrowed your eyebrows and flared some of your attitude.

“Listen, missy. You’re the one with baby fever. And if this is what Manjiro wants, you better fucking take it. Besides, I’m sure you’ve gotten a few of us hooked on the idea of having a little nugget running around here. So take it.” Sanzu snapped from his spot on the couch as he gave you devious eyes.

Rindou huffed as he hit your cheek once again, you let out a whine again from the pain. It stung.

“You’re getting 5 more of these for that attitude. I’m tired of your complaining.” Rindou frowned.

“So count with me.” He ordered.

He slapped your lightly reddened cheek once, it wasn’t too rough but just enough pain for you.

“One.” You whimpered, looking up at the purple eyed male.

His hand slapped your face again, not too rough but the consistency made it sting.

“T-two.” Your voice made a small crack, looking up at the Bonten tattoo on his neck.

Again and again. “Three” you whined out.

The fourth time he slapped you a bit harder, “f-four!”

Lastly, the fifth time was very rough. “Five, I’m sorry daddy” you squeaked.

”Good slut, that wasn’t so hard was it?” He asked, you tugged at his suit and nodded your head.

“We could pick out some cute baby clothes, products, diapers, we could design a nursery and make it however you want. I want to give you my baby, I’ll treat you right. We will make it easy.” The purple-pinkish haired executive looked at your form with the most loving and hungry eyes.

“Well, maybe it could be fun… you’ll have to take good care of me right?” You twirled some of your hair around in your finger nervously.

“Of course, that’s the spirit. Good slut, now it’s time for daddy to breed your hole.” He snickered with a sadistic tone.

You tug at his tie in a needy manner letting out some whimpers.

He looked at you with lust. “Use your words, dirty girl.”

“Take it off, please. I want you daddy, need daddy’s cock now.”

“Good girl. Using manners, I love to hear it.” He praised you as he stroked your hair, taking the (hair color) locks in his fingers and gently running them through your hair.

He pulled away while he unbuttoned his top, throwing his dress shirt, jacket and tie to the side. You titled your head noticing all of the men in the room except for Mikey, Sanzu and Takeomi had their cock out in their hand, you noticed Kokonoi gently stroking his fully hardened cock.

You saw Rindou’s throbbing cock, it was big and girthy, probably 8 inches and it was so damn pretty.

You gulped as you observed the pretty and veiny cock twitch. He placed his tip right at your entrance, sliding it in your pussy with ease.

“O-oh, mmm, it’s so big. No way I can take it.” You whimper underneath him.

“Come on, you’re half way there. Keep taking daddy’s cock.” His voice was so sexy and masculine as it was raspy, you winced underneath him whining in pain as you could hardly take all of it. He finally was able to maneuver around you and get his whole almost 8 inch cock inside of you.

“It’s stretching me out, n-no hurts too much! No more Rindou-“ you cry out.

“Sh sh sh… there there, it’s okay. You’re doing so good baby, let my cock stretch this pussy out. Lemme fill you.”

He began thrusting immediately, barely giving you enough time to adjust. He roughly pounded into your pussy, not with the same loving rhythm Takeomi gave you.

You let out a loud series of moans “yes daddy, please fuck my pussy! I love being a play thing.” You moaned as you looked down to watch as his cock was pleasuring himself in your tight and wet hole.

Happily taking the older man balls deep in your wet and dripping cunt.

“I love you daddy. I won’t leave Bonten, I’m your whore!” You plea, this was resulting in some whistles of the crowd of men watching you.

“Atta girl!” Kakucho clapped and Sanzu snickered.

“We finally got it out of her.”

“It’s so sweet, knowing you love me. I love you too my angel, but you’re getting punishment for giving such an empty threat.” Rindou barked at you, his soft lavender hair had beads of sweat forming in his hair line.

“Open up and say ‘ahh’” He ordered you and you looked up confused.

“You take this, bitch. Is that understood? Open up your mouth.” He commanded, not asking, telling you.

You felt like prey to a predator to Rindou Haitani and his sadistic nature. Though he could be gentle, when you had your heart open to being less of a brat and being a sweet submissive girl. Though, you did enjoy being impish.

You hesitantly opened up your mouth, pursing your pink lips from the lipstick prior that was now smudging.

A hum left the man’s lips as he leaned in close to your position on the table.

“Ahh!” You let out as Rindou leaned in and spit in your mouth.

You gave him a surprised expression feeling his hot saliva inside your mouth. You swallowed it, of course. It was warm.

“Good girl, taking punishments so well. Little slutty girl.”

You moaned, your lewd noises filling the room as you enjoyed being used like a fuck doll. You felt a strong pleasure building up within your walls, your pussy instinctively tightening around his length.

Rindou’s hand which was much larger than your own reached down to your clit and began to rub fast circles around your sensitive nub; driving you over the edge.

“Daddy, ‘m gonna cum. S’too good!” You desperately moan, feeling like a greedy pleasure slut. Focusing on your pleasure only.

“Greedy girl.” He rolled his eyes playfully his breath growing heavy.

“Cum for me, daddy’s going to cum.”

Rindou thrusted deeply into your pussy and roughly, he threw his head back in pleasure groaning as you felt his cock throb and twitch inside your cunt.

You began to cum around his cock from the helpful stimulation to your clit, moaning and loudly calling out “daddy I’m cumming!” Feeling all of the pleasure inside your pussy and on your clit taking over you.

His hot cum filled up your insides with a groan, going right into your womb.

“Good girl, just like that. Your pussy feels so incredible.” He moaned as he orgasmed inside of your hole, using you like a fuck doll.

He came down from his high, he gave you a head pat as he pulled out.

“Who’s next, gentlemen?” Kaku asked glancing around the room of the members of the syndicate. “God, her pussy is dripping in cum, look at her. So pretty aren’t you, sunshine?” He asked you in amusement.

You giggled, “t-thank you Kaku.”

“You go ahead, man. I’ll go after you.” Sanzu smirked, a dark and sadistic expression on his face.

Takeomi was still just watching, he was a bit older and didn’t have as much stamina as the younger guys. No round two for him.

“Fuck, I need her mouth.” Ran hissed with his cock in his hand. He already had his slacks taken off and removed, same with the rest of his fancy suit.

“I bet your sperm are too weak to get her pregnant” Rindou laughed.

“Funny fucking joke, bro. If mine are weak… your sperm are too, maybe even weaker.”

”No, I’m stronger. You’re just tall and lanky, so I bet they are as weak as you.” Rindou fired back, making Takeomi burst into laughter.

“Stop arguing, you are ruining the mood.” You heard Manjiro order them, silence following.

“I decide which executive goes next. Kaku, go ahead. Ran, use her mouth if you want. Then Sanzu, Ran and Koko. I’ll be the grand finale.” Mikey ordered.

With Sanzu, you could never exactly be prepared for what he would do to you. Haruchiyo Sanzu was heavily into BDSM, specifically being sadistic and explored the kinky elements of sex. Like D/S and anything taboo, really.

That soft rosy-pink hair which was in a mullet and his deep blue eyes were filled mystery. He had a number of piercings, did drugs and was not someone anyone would want to fuck with. You watched his frame as you were hazily sitting on the surprisingly comfortable table. A few ear lobe piercings, helix piercings, and multiple on his ear. He was currently sitting on the leather couch, he still had his blue and purple formal suit on. Though you noticed the massive erection on he had.

“Gotcha.” You heard Kakucho reply to the boss of the organization.

He tends to come off as cold and closed off due to his past, though you and him shared a very loving relationship. He was protective over you, you didn’t have to worry your pretty little head with him around.

He leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead, you gently raised your hand to caress his face. Staring into his eyes, observing the scar he had from the back of his skull to the side of his face.

“Are going to impregnate my pussy, Kaku?” You asked with a sexy manner.

“I’d love to, turns me on even more knowing you’re off the pill. All ready for cum huh? C’mere.” He pulled you in, sucking on the skin on your breasts resulting in some soft mewls from your pursed lips.

It felt good and made your pussy feel even more soaked. You were dripping with seed and your wetness pooled down on the table.

“It’s a bit unfair to make me wait, isn’t it baby?” He was very keen on having his way with you and was possessive.

“I’m sorry. You can take me now, I’m all yours daddy.” You purred.

The taller male’s earring dangled as he leaned down, pressing kisses down your chest. Forming some purple marks on your breasts from sucking on your sensitive nipples. “Ready to make a baby with me?” He gave you playful look. He had on his black coat, matching baggy pants and sandals but now removed them all. His body was so sexy.

Kaku’s dark blue hair glimmered under the lighting, you nodded and smiled brightly. Showing off your gorgeous white teeth and flaunting your naked body.

“Come on the couch with me so you can ride my cock, like a good girl. Can you do that (Name)?” Kaku asked and you nodded your head, submitting to him by letting him pick you up off the table bridal style as he walked over to the plush couch, Koko was on the other end of.

He placed you on your feet on the floor as he laid back on the couch. He leaned against the comfy couch, fully naked and his cock hard on full display. His cock was around 6 and a half inches but had great girth and always felt wonderful. What he didn't have in length always made up with his skills.

You got on top on his lap, positioning yourself above his cock, hovering over it as he helped guide you down. His cock entered your pussy as you eased onto his length, his cock was very girthy and thick, it really stretched out your cunt.

“Mm feels good, I missed your cock Kaku.” You giggled as you were so intoxicated as you adjusted to his length, you were about to start bouncing on him.

Ran during this time got up from the other couch, once he removed his suit and boxers. He got on the empty spot beside you on the couch and was leaning against it. You glanced beside you and admired his lean, bare form.

Kaku held down on your waist “don’t be a greedy pleasure slut now, let’s take our time.” His voice hissed in a deep mono tone. He slowly guided your hips as you had to hold back on getting the rough fucking you craved so badly.

“That’s it. Just like that, dirty girl.” He groaned as your pussy gripped his dick.

You began slowly grinding on his cock, bouncing slowly on him while your breasts bounced, your (cup size) filled up Kaku’s hand as he fondled and groped them. “Such pretty tits for a pretty girl.”

“Ahh fuck, I need your cum!” You begged with a slutty tone.

You took a hold of Ran’s throbbing cock in your left hand, Kaku’s hands holding you steady on his lap. You began to stroke Ran’s cock gently, having trouble focusing on the task at hand.

Ran hissed under his breath “fuck. C’mere, need you to suck me, yeah?”

You took the handsome male’s cock in your mouth, having to move your head to the side to suck him off. Ran shoved your head further down to take more of him, you gagged as drool began to fall from your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down on his cock, giving him a sloppy blowjob. Glancing back to see Kaku grinding himself into you as you continued to multi task and ride him as best as you could, it felt so good having your pussy used and abused like this.

“She looks so fuckin’ tiny on him. Sexy size difference ain’t it?” Sanzu chuckled watching you ride the larger male’s cock. Your other hand intertwined with one of Kaku’s hands.

“Yeah, talk about tiny. No way she won’t be pregnant after this.” Takeomi chuckled, drunkenly smirking at you again.

“Color me impressed.” Kokonoi said observing you indulging yourself in pleasure as you looked at the other men.

“I love gangbangs with Bonten!” You giggled, all tipsy and loopy.

“We know ya do, you just need some encouragement.” Ran scoffed.

“Good job, baby girl. Bounce on his cock, work for that seed like the whore you are.” Sanzu encouraged you as you moaned in response.

Kaku grunted at what the other men were saying, focusing all the attention and pleasure on how good your pussy felt around him and it was going balls deep into your wet cunt. It was like love making.

“You’d look so sexy pregnant. I’d be so happy to see my lovely girl pregnant with my baby inside her belly. You’d look lovely in a sundress like that, or perhaps nothing at all.” Kaku praised, you squeezed his hand.

Ran, the short haired executive with his hair styled to the side took a hold of your hair with a strong grip. His head tilting back as he groaned in pleasure.

You swirled your tongue around the head of his cock like a lollipop, paying close attention to his tip. Your tongue glided above his slit which was leaking with pre cum, it tasted slightly salty but it was delicious.

“Such a slut, who taught her to be a pro at blowjobs? Little (Name) here has a lot of talent.” Ran praised with a small groan.

“It must’ve been me.” Sanzu gawked.

“I’ve always like teaching her, I remember I was the first one to fuck her ass. She has learned so much so why leave now, childish.” Rindou added.

Kaku took a hold of your hips, letting go of your hand and thrusting himself roughly into you, repeatedly hitting your cervix over and over again. Kaku using you as his personal fleshlight and fuck toy, being a Bonten executive was serious business and could get stressful, luckily they had their token good girl to be a sex slave for them.

The sound of his cock ravishing your soaking pussy filled the room, you felt his cock twitch and throb. This threw you into a state of feeling like you were going to heaven and back as you were approaching an orgasm.

“Agh yes right there, thank you for this! It feels so good taking it raw. I am sure if I take the morning after pill I’ll be safe but… thinking about having your baby makes me feel so happy.” You sounded like a cute little bimbo.

“Silly girl, doubt being that young, fertile and beautiful is gonna get you out of pregnancy? So many cum shots, say hello to motherhood.” Sanzu raised an eyebrow giving you a smug expression.

”F-fuck me, I’m going to cum!” You whined as you bounced yourself onto Kaku’s dick, feeling the waves of pleasure in your walls overtake you as you came. Taking your mouth off of Ran’s length temporarily.

”Aaa!” You moaned as you orgasmed “yes daddy, it feels so good” you let out a set of moans.

“That’s right, you’re a good girl for daddy? Aren’t you?” Kaku praised, forcing himself into you harder.

“Y-yes, I am.” You blushed shyly.

It made you realize how silent Mikey had been this entire time. You ignored that.

“Mmm! Does it feel good, Kaku?” You moaned out in pleasure, riding his cock like a pro.

You placed your mouth back on Ran’s cock, sucking on his length as you felt his cock twitch. Without warning, his hot cum painted the inside of your mouth. Smirking, you swallowed it.

“Fuck” Ran groaned as he fell back onto the couch.

“Course ya feel amazin', princess. This pussy is mine, I’m so happy you’re my girlfriend.” Kaku moaned, tilting his head back.

“I need you so bad, pretty please cum inside me.” You begged.

“That’s my girl. Almost there baby.” He grunted as you rode him.

You nodded your head vigorously, unable to control the pleasure and desire to make him cum.

“Do you want a son, a daughter, or perhaps both?” Kaku asked in a sultry voice.

”Whatever you give me, daddy! I just want all of you.” You whined.

“I’m gonna cum, god damn. Princess, you’re doing so well.” Kaku’s voice hissed as the blissful sound of him groaning filled your ears as you wrapped your arms around him. His cock releasing cum into your cervix.

You and him both took heavy breaths, you couldn’t take much more. You were becoming a braindead, pleasure slut. “You’re the prettiest girl.” Kaku coos, he placed a kiss on your lips.

You felt hands grabbing you once you got off his cock and stood back up, almost falling over. Sanzu was right at your side, you looked up at the taller man and clung to his side. Taking a moment to even stand straight. You really get drunk easy, or perhaps they convinced you to drink a little extra.

“Congrats, you get to deal with the devil now.” He teased as he made sure you didn’t fall, you were so dizzy from the stimulation and how drunk you were.

“Mmph” was all you could let out.

“Haru, I-I feel all weird. M-master,” you whimpered.

“My little whore, all drunk and needy. Don’t worry, master is here to take care of you.” Haruchiyo Sanzu grinned sadistically.

Despite his almost crazy and crime filled nature, he was a very sweet partner and Sanzu always did his best to look after you. He was an excellent dominant, he knew your limits and all the right ways to turn you on. He lifted you up and placed you back on the table in the middle of the couches gently.

Sanzu was still wearing his purple formal wear suit, he reached to the opposite end of the table to grab some handcuffs.

He guided your hands through the two holes of the cuffs and locked them in place with the key, then placing it back on the table. Now, let’s be clear - all of these sex toys he had were high class. The best of the best, all for you.

He used this time to take the nipple clamps off of your sensitive nipples. Then took out some black shibari ropes, he was into bondage as well. Since you were sitting up it was easy for the pink haired man to do a beautiful tie around your chest, it made your cute little tits pop out. Not to mention how sexy it made your small frame. He only took a few short minutes, totally a pro at pretty ties.

”So pretty, I love when I can mark you as mine. Now lay back, I need to get a few more orgasms out of you before you’re worth cumming in.” He smirked.

Hesitantly you leaned back, laid on the table and swiftly spreading your legs. This revealing all the cum dripping down your soft thighs, mixed with your juices.

“Such a slut. How much do you want me to pay you?” Sanzu joked and your eyes widened.

”Excuse me?!” You snapped in shock.

“I’m joking doll, you just look so good.” He reassured you, god he was quick.

Sanzu grabbed the pink wand vibrator that he had placed on the table, he turned it on to the highest fucking setting?!

It was immediately pressed on your swollen and aching clit. You moaned loudly, like a bitch in heat. All of these sensations being too much to handle.

”Master! It’s too much!” You cried, it was such a strong sensation with him holding the vibrator right on your sensitive clitoris.

Sanzu was pretty experienced with these types of things. He loved watching you squirm and beg for him to stop teasing you.

It had only been a few short minutes of Sanzu pleasuring your clit, teasing you by taking the vibrator off your clit for a moment making you whine and beg to say 'master, please put it back on' over and over.

“D-don’t tease me, Haru! I need it. Please, master please.” You begged.

He placed the vibrator back, right up against your clit as you began to cum. Your orgasms making you overstimulated by this point.

"Please let me cum?" you asked with good manners and he nodded his head.

"You may, cum for me. My slut."

”Master, I’m cumming!” You cried as you moaned like a slut, those sexy and high pitched noises escaping your mouth giving the men who hadn't came in you yet in the room massive boners.

Sanzu hummed, not stopping the vibrator.

“F-fuck no!” You moaned.

Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, luckily Sanzu kept you steady as he forced the vibrator on your clit. It had been less than 30 seconds, you already started to cum again. Letting more little whimpers out beneath him as you let your high rush over your body.

“Please no more, master! I can’t take it.” You almost began to cry, as he finally took it off of you.

He gave you a moment to catch your breath before placing the vibrator back on your pretty little pussy, keeping it on the highest setting as he watched you squirm and shake.

"N-no more! Agh!" your mewls growing louder and louder.

"Are you going to cum again? For a third time already?!" Sanzu taunted you as you couldn't control your orgasm, you began to moan loudly.

"Master, my clit is so sensitive. Please, just fuck me!" you begged.

“Good girl.” He praised as he let you have a moment to rest. Now he finally unbuckled his belt and pull down his pants, boxers and he almost tore off his shirt throwing it to the ground. “You’ve already got me twitching in my pants, so let’s knock you up. You don’t mind letting master use your pretty pussy, right slave?” He asked.

“Please do, that’s what my pussy is for. It’s meant for master to use my young and fertile hole to get yourself off in.” You flashed him a dirty smirk.

You felt Sanzu slap your pussy, you yelped from how the pain felt on your sensitive slit.

“Dirty girl, huh.” He muttered as he slid his huge cock inside your cunt, it was a little over 8 inches. It was huge and thick. He eased himself into your entrance.

“Fuck.” Sanzu groaned as he started thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace. He leaned in between your legs to wrap his hand around your throat, giving it a slight squeeze.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as your cunt creamed white juices all over his cock. Sanzu thought you looked so beautiful and pretty like this, he cherished this. You knew you were safe with him. He got you into a position with your legs up, giving the man complete access to fuck you deeply. His balls slapping against your skin as the sound of him fucking you filled your ears.

You tried to let out muffled mewls through him choking you, soon he let go. It put you into a euphoric state where you felt like falling into an eternal state of pleasure, wanting to pass out. You looked down as you noticed the bulge from Haruchiyo’s cock in your tummy.

“Awh fuck, I’m really fucking you that hard you can see a bulge. You’re so tight and small, you can hardly take my cock, babygirl.” Sanzu groaned watching his cock going in and out of your pussy.

“It feels really good, you’re so big master. Mm yeah!” You moaned, your face as red as a cherry.

Sanzu sneakily grabbed the vibrator again as he placed it back on your clit without you noticing. Until you felt it, he loved to torture you and push you to your limits.

“Ohmygod, I can hardly take it!” You squeal out as your body twitched, your legs wanting to close but they were on his shoulders as he was railing into you.

His thrusts were growing sloppy and hard. “I’m going to cum, fuck, my good little girl.” He grunted as you felt his throbbing cock inside you, twitch and release his seed into you.

“Take my seed, just like that.” Sanzu moaned while he slammed himself into your cervix, it was so rough and brutal.

You began to cum again too, Sanzu could tell by the way you were gripping and pulsing around him. “M-master fuck!” You moaned.

Once again, coming down from your high as he removed the vibrator off of you, then pulling out. He grabbed a tissue from the coffee table a few feet away and got himself cleaned up, before the man got his pants back on then sat down on the couch letting the next man use you.

You had a hard time keeping your eyes open at this point, becoming drunk on cock and alcohol.

Ran came up in between your legs as he was going in for round two, this time in your pussy.

”Ran, baby. Take me.” You whimpered and he slid his cock into your entrance with ease.

"Stay the fuck awake. Never forget you belong to us" he ordered as he pinched your nipple leaning down, hovering above you.

"M-mhm."

Thrusting himself in and out of you, at a decent pace. He wasn’t being too rough considering he knew how tired you must be. He grunted as he drilled your princess cunt.

”Fuck, so tight as always. My girl has the prettiest pussy.” Ran mumbled as he pounded your pussy, his hand reached out to hold yours, you happily took it while still in hand cuffs.

"Take me!" You press on.

Koko watched as he got ready to take you next. Mikey still staring at you, though he was horny he was still bothered. He considered this more of a need to get you pregnant in order for you to stay with him, like a punishment. He just decided to let his executives and some fun with you.

You held Ran’s hand as he got closer and closer to another orgasm. He groaned as he warmed you he was about to cum, “I’m going to cum now, baby. Want to get bred by me?” he asked.

You meekly moaned in response as his hot liquids were dumped inside of you. "Yes, yes! Feels incredible Ran, I love your cock so much."

This is when your mind went entirely blank, the semi-scary feelings of overstimulation flooded your body. Your vision went all dizzy, you couldn’t even form proper sentences. So much overstimulation.

As Ran finished up for the night, took his seat back down and chugged some water, Koko was undressed and ready for you.

He approached the table and spoke to you in a loving voice. “Get on your hands and knees for me please, baby. Doggy style.” Koko got the handcuff key from the other end of the table and unlocked it. You were free now.

You heard his command and got on your hands and knees, turning around. Your face was to Mikey, glancing up at him with a lewd expression. Your eyes telling him you needed him.

Your pussy was dripping with cum and facing to the men on the couches. Bonten’s personal cum dump was you.

The table wasn’t very high up so it was easy for Koko to get on top of, luckily it was sturdy due to how good the quality was.

He got in between your legs and held your hips as he placed his 7 inch cock into your pussy. It was veiny and you could feel how much he stretched you as he entered your cunt, sliding in gently.

“Does it feel good taking so much cum and being used as a cum slut?” Koko asked in a low toned, provoking voice that made you whine.

“Mhm! Feels so, so good!” You mewl in pleasure.

“Koko’s cock feels to good fucking my little pussy.” You let out a sexy giggle making the man moan a little.

“You’ve had me fucking aching for this cunt all night. Daddy’s going to impregnate you and make you his, just like the little slut you are.” He muttered, focusing on how good your pussy felt.

Koko could feel the warmth of your pussy walls, how tightly you wrapped around him and were begging for his cum. Your wetness welcoming his cock into your hole.

He slapped your ass, making you moan again while tightening around his cock. He was a bit more girthy than the other members, this meant it felt incredible and did wonders.

You began to drool and you could hardly hold yourself up, or think straight for that matter.

The sight of Koko fucking you doggystyle on the table was hot, the rest of the executives took amusement in how pretty you looked being fucked and bred.

“I love when you breed me like this, it feels so good taking it raw. I love when Bonten gives me creampies!” You yell out with ecstasy.

”Good girl. I’m going to cum, are you ready for it?” Koko asked as he thrusted deep inside your pretty cunt ravishing it.

”Yes daddy, please cum inside me!”

You moaned as he let out a few groans as he began to reach his orgasm, his cock twitching as it came inside you with a final thrust.

”I’m so proud of you, good girl. You did a good job.” He caressed your ass as you turned around and laid flat on the table. He stood up and began getting dressed again, with his burgundy and gold jacket on his torso.

“Ahh M-manji-“ you cried, your legs were shaking as you laid against the cool table on your back looking up at the ceiling. Tears began to flow down your eyes, ruining your makeup as you sniffled.

You started to let out soft cries, the overstimulation making you cry and have tears trickling down your dolled and dark eyes. Throwing grabby hands wanting to be held, Kokonoi came up over to you, worried and wanting to comfort you. He held your hand and rubbed it gently.

“Boss, isn’t this enough?” Rindou asked, feeling a little concerned yet amused with the sight of you.

“No, I know what’s good for her. Besides, if it’s what we must do to keep her with me and keep her happy in the long run. It has to be done.” Manjiro was holding his gun in his hand, nothing violent, merely looking at it and twirling it around.

“Koko-“ you whined as he caressed your cheek and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Sweetie, you’re doing so good. You’re almost done.”

“Mikey- cock. Gotta have it, mmph! One more time.” You declared, what a determined girl you are.

Manjiro stood up from his secluded chair and walked over to you, leaving the gun on the coffee table. There was a dent in his pants and a lustful expression on his face.

“Babygirl, why so bratty? I hate when you make me do this (nickname.)” he called out with a nonchalant tone.

No reply. He was right, you went too far by saying you were going to leave.

“We would have a cute baby, don’t you think? This is the best future.” Mikey said as he looked down at you and your tired body.

Your cute little pussy was leaking with seed from all of the Bonten executives. Your labia was glossy with cum, dripping down onto the table.

“You know I’ve always wanted a family and a husband someday.” You fumbled out your words as best as you could in this incoherent state.

“We can do that, let’s make a baby yeah? I can give you a pretty diamond ring, all you’ve wanted and more.” Manjiro’s voice purred in your ear as he watched your body twitch.

“I won’t leave, I need you Mikey” you whimpered out with heavy breaths, followed by some relief in the room.

Mikey doubtfully raised an eyebrow “say it again” he commanded.

“I won’t leave, I’ll stay with Bonten. I need your big cock in my pussy." Your voice was frail, you needed Mikey’s seed more than anything.

You loved Mikey so much. He always gave you love, such a threat hurt him so much. After all he had been through, you were his world. He gave you the best sex, presents, food, a home, everything you needed to live safely and happily. He was like your best friend but more. Mikey loved you too.

Of course, a regular Bonten gangbang wasn’t complete until Mikey gave you his cum too. You never thought you were the kind of girl who would be interested in pleasing multiple men at once and being used as a personal fleshlight, you couldn’t resist the men. So you ended up dating a few of them, which again you’ve always considered yourself monogamous. You became their little toy and personal property.

The scent of sex and arousal filled the room, the sweet smell of cum and your wetness filled your nose, it was dirty and hot. Mikey gently hugged you, he rubbed your sensitive and perky tits; relieving them from the clamping sensation on them prior from those nipple clamps.

He took this opportunity to undo this belt and removing his pants and black dress shirt. He took his black boxers off which hugged his body well, making him look even more sexy. His obsidian eyes looked deeply into your bright and loving (color) eyes.

“Let’s give you a baby.” Was all he said before teasing your slit with his cock, making you whine and beg. His tip grinding against your overstimulated clit, you were squirming and letting out a lewd mewl as he humped against you.

“D-daddy!” You cried, your cheeks as pink as bubblegum, your eyes watery and your mind broken.

“Shit,” Mikey hissed as he placed his cock at your tight hole, easing himself into your princess cunt. He grabbed his belt and roughly hit your inner thigh with it, making you whimper.

"Be a good girl for me, learn from this."

You let out a high pitched moan, tightly gripping yourself around his girth. He filled you up all the way, his tip kissed your cervix. “Are you even worth fucking after threatening to leave me baby?” His hand roughly slapped your cheek, it turned red instantly.

"No more slapping, please." you begged as you squeezed around him again, it turned you on being hit.

Your eyes winded at how cold he was being, your words really were like a sword to the chest for him. Especially after all that Mikey had gone through, he couldn’t lose you. In his mind, the only way to fix this situation was to get you pregnant.

Was it moral to force a baby in you? No. Did he give a fuck? Yeah, no to that too.

“Never gon’ leave you, Mikey!” You whimper. “Fuck I can’t take much more!”

You felt his this thumb press down on your sensitive nub and rub gentle circles on your clit, with each trust going faster and with more aggression. Throwing you over the edge as you felt another orgasm approaching.

“I love you Mikey! I love you. I’m sorry, ‘m never gonna leave you! Gimme your seed n let’s make a baby.” You became a moaning slutty mess, all you could think about was how badly you needed his cum.

Mikey grabbed on to your tiny waist, admiring how beautiful and sexy your body looked. “So damn beautiful, doll face. You make me happy.” He praised in admiration.

His cock pushed in and out of your soaked pussy, the sound of sex filled the air. Your pretty pussy was so wet just for him. This is what you waited for.

“You’re going to make me cum.” He murmurs as he let out a few small groans and sounds of pleasure.

There were many sides of Mikey you weren’t fully aware of. He could be happy go lucky, or completely ice cold and dark. As for now, he was focused on impregnating you and forgetting about the love making.

“Such a young filthy girl. You really love having all these older men fuck and abuse you. But don’t forget your place with me, whore.” He called, teasing you with a sadistic grin.

“Mhm, all I am is a fucktoy for you.” Your pussy was creaming all over his veiny and large cock.

“Agh, fuck yes daddy! Please come closer, hold me while you cum! Pretty please.” You begged, giving needy grabs with your hands. You wanted him to hold you.

“Good girl. So proud of you. Don’t act up like that again?” You hummed in response, nodding your head eagerly.

"Uh huh!" you groaned, spreading your legs further for Mikey.

With that he swiftly leaned in, pressing his toned and semi-muscular chest against yours. Your breasts bounced under him, the collision of his body heat warmed your body. He leaned in to give you a peck on the lips, the comfort of you being close made him feel slightly at ease. You pressed kisses all over his neck, sucking on it slightly.

You heard him let out a low toned moan in your ear, it made you twitch and tremble under him.

Thrust after thrust, his cock slammed into your cervix. It felt good too, being a little fuck doll.

“I’m going to cum, fuck. Stay just like this, bitch.” He grunted.

You held your legs up, giving him full access to roughly drilling your tight hole. It felt so good to connect bodies with him.

“Daddy! I love your cock. 'M gonna cum!” Your high was rapidly approaching.

You felt Mikey’s cock twitch inside your pussy as he began to cum inside of you. All of Manjiro's white and steamy hot liquids filling up your womb. This is when you began to cum, the sensation on your clit was overwhelming as you bucked your hips.

“Mm fuck yeah, baby girl you feel so damn good. Such a good girl for daddy, aren’t ya?”

Letting a few high pitched lewd whimpers from your mouth as your came down from your final high.

With a final slow thrust Mikey gently pulled out. He watched in satisfaction as he watched all of the semen pool out of your tight hole, letting out a sigh. Finally, the exhaustion really hit you. After taking multiple men. Some tears flowed down your eyes more now, feelings of overstimulation hit you yet again. You sobbed as Mikey lifted you up and held you in his arms.

“Let it out, you did so well. It’s over now.” Mikey softly spoke. He wanted to comfort you and say it was all okay, but he was still upset.

—

“I guess the boys did pretty good tonight, yeah?” Takeomi asked with a chuckle.

“Why you always talkin' like that?” Sanzu snorted.

“Shutup.” The older male hissed.

You felt dizzy, thirsty and tired. Luckily, the guys always took good care of you after.

Mikey rubbed circles on your back as you were sitting up on the table, he was standing on the floor but in between your legs holding you.

“You guys know… I’m not going to leave right.” You quietly spoke up as your tears stopped, it felt so intimate and special getting the aftercare from the invisible Mikey that you needed.

“I know. I know now...” Mikey mumbled in your ear, not fully understanding what he meant.

“I’m so tired, p-please.” You now looked like a hot mess, still a cute one at that.

Mikey pulled his boxers back on, followed by his pants, belt and top. Then coming back to tend to you. Taking the shibari ropes off of you, helping you feel safe again.

“Let’s get you a nice bubble bath, we will take that makeup off, get you something to eat and drink then into bed. Your new satin PJ’s Koko ordered came today. You did well, we are done now.” Mikey tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

Simply nodding your head in response as you gave a soft smile. The fact you might just get pregnant from tonight did not sink in, you could always go take Plan B in the morning right? Yeah, that was a good plan.

The night followed with a relaxing bubble bath with Mikey, it was relatively silent. He did have a soft spot for you, despite feeling uneasy about you leaving him. He needed to be strict and force pregnancy upon you if the matter called for it, which it did. While in the large and luxurious bathtub you had a candle lit, it was the scent of fresh linen. After, you ended up eating some udon noodles Sanzu retrieved for you along with plenty of water before falling fast asleep in your bed beside Koko. They always did an excellent job with aftercare, however after hearing you were thinking about leaving everyone was a little on edge.

Mikey went to his own bedroom at his place for the night, a lot of his thoughts were conflicting him. His mental state hasn’t been entirely stable from various things, you felt like the only good thing in his life and you mentioned leaving. He took the night to be in solitude. He didn’t really fear the consequences of his actions. He couldn't lose you.

The following morning you had gotten the morning after pill. Everything seemed normal, at least for now.

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SHOWTIME! | haitani r.

haitani rindou x fem!reader ft. haitani ran, sanzu haruchiyo, kokonoi hajime, kakucho, akashi takeomi, sano manjiro

summary: you pushed your boyfriend just a bit too far while he was trying to stream a game with his friends

warnings: fem!reader, college au, mean dom!rindou, exhibitionism (can hear, not see), oral (f->m), rough sex, unprotected sex, brief manhandling, humiliation, slight impact play, implied masturbation (m), pet names (princess, pretty girl)

wordcount: 4.2k

notes: for @spookygeto's streamer collab

It’d been hours, you were sure of it, and you couldn’t bear it any longer. He swore--he swore--that he wouldn’t be on long, that he would actually spend time with you and you knew you shouldn’t have believed him. It was never just one match when Rindou got on with his stupid fucking friends but every time you naively held out hope.

Sighing from where you were leaning against the doorframe, you watched Rindou’s fingers fly across his keyboard, his gaze trained on the computer and headphones blocking out any sound other than the game and his friends.

Your eyes flickered over to the computer, noting the fact that he was streaming but his camera was turned off, as per usual. Sometimes, it amazed you how many fangirls your boyfriend had for being a streamer that never showed his face online but you supposed it was understandable, Rindou had an attractive voice, you would be the first to admit that.

You wandered over to his desk quietly, his eyes flickered up to the mirror he had above his computer, meeting yours briefly. He raised his eyebrows, questioning you, you pouted as you drew closer--pouting harder when he turned his attention back toward the game.

Kneeling next to him, you pressed your cheek against his thigh and looked up at him, “You’re so pretty, Rin,” you said softly as to not have your voice picked up by his mic, eyes trained on his pretty purple ones, watching the reflection of his game in his irises, watching the way his pretty purple and black hair strayed in his face.

Rindou looked down at you briefly, a small smile tugging at his lips for a moment before you heard Sanzu Haruchiyo shriek something through his headphones and he tore his gaze off of you and back toward the computer.

You pouted as he redirected his attention back toward the game, laughing at whatever was going on. Sighing you rested your head back down against his leg, cheek smushed against his thigh as you looked up at him through your lashes, hating the way he didn’t even spare you a second look.

You should just go, you told yourself, an unwelcome feeling stirring in your chest at the genuine smile spread across Rindou’s face as he talked with his friends.

He promised you time, another voice argued, take your promised time if he won’t give it to you freely.

Your eyes drifted to Rindou’s sweatpants, eyes focusing in on the outline of cock through the gray material, gaze shooting back up to where his eyes were following the movements on the screen rapidly, not sparing you any attention.

While his concentration was entirely on the game, you shifted under the desk and between his legs, movements going unnoticed. You tapped his thigh, watching as Rindou’s brow furrowed in confusion as he absently lifted his hips off of the chair, tongue darting out as his fingers tapped furiously at his keyboard.

Dumbass, you thought to yourself, albeit fondly, as you slipped his sweats down to his thighs. Rindou hadn’t even realized what you had done until you freed his cock from his boxers and he inhaled at the feeling of the cool air against it.

His gaze tore from the game and darted down to where you were kneeling in between his legs, fingers ghosting the length of his cock. His eyes were dark with warning as he watched you, hissing as your hand wrapped firmly around his cock, pumping it twice before you brushed your thumb over the precum beading at his slit.

You watched him scramble to turn the microphone off on his headsets. “Keep your mic on,” you complained quietly, “or are you afraid you’re gonna be loud.”

“Not right now,” he muttered and you could see the veins of his forearms bulging as his entire body tensed as you leaned in to lick at the precum leaking down his tip. Voice strangled, he said, “We finally dragged fuckin’ Mikey away from that other group he plays with, we gotta focus on this match.”

“Then focus,” you told him quietly, leaning up to lick a stripe up the length of his cock, watching him let out a heavy breath as he tilted his head back, that stupid matching tattoo he got with his group of friends on broad display.

“OI! RINDOU, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? STOP FUCKING AROUND!” you heard one of his friends, Kokonoi Hajime, you recognized, shouting through his headsets and Rindou let out a low groan, shooting you a lidded glare before he turned his microphone back on, focusing back on the game albeit with shakier hands.

“Fuck off, Koko,” Rindou said roughly, “My girl came in, had to talk to her real quick.”

“Y/n’s there? Tell her I said hi,” Ran said immediately, his other friends echoing the sentiment. Rindou only glared down at you, you smiled from where you were leaning your cheek on his inner thigh, lazily pumping his cock.

Rindou took in a sharp breath as he set his gaze back on his computer screen and you leaned up on your knees, resting your elbows on his thighs as you took his tip into your mouth, sucking lightly and swirling your tongue around it. Rindou’s fingers faltered from where they were flying across his keyboard.

“Rindou, what the fuck?! How did you miss that?” you heard Sanzu shout and Rindou told him to go fuck himself. You smiled when you noticed one of his legs trembling. You pulled off of his tip with a soft pop, running your hands up his thighs and under his sweatshirt, nails tracing patterns on his abdomen. You watched as the muscle tensed under your touch, his body hunching in slightly and a grimace crossing his face as he shot you another irritated look.

You looked up at him, eyes wide. Tell me to stop and I will, you said silently. Understanding what you were getting across, Rindou only sneered at you, going back to his game.

You smiled.

One hand still lightly scratching the contours of the abdomen, your other drifted back to his upper thigh, bracing itself there as you leaned in to capture Rindou’s cock between your lips. Rindou hissed at the suddenness of the action. Shifting up more on your knees and forcing your throat to relax, you bobbed your head on his cock, inhaling deep through your nose as your lips brushed the base of his cock, desperately trying to stop yourself from gagging and making noise.

Rindou choked on his breath, coughing violently, and his cock twitched sharply in your mouth--tears stinging at your eyes as it stretched out your throat. Your nails dug into the skin of his thigh as you pulled halfway off his cock, tongue tracing up the vein on the underside of his cock, sucking hard at his tip cringing lightly at the salty taste of his precum before pulling off again and looking up at him.

You could hear a mesh of voices shouting at Rindou from his headphones but Rindou had his eyes squeezed shut and one hand clasped around his mouth, head tilted down. Haitani Rindou was good at a lot of things but controlling his reactions was not one of them. Haitani Rindou was loud and responsive in bed, and it was something that you appreciated a lot and he despised because no matter how hard he tried to shut himself up he couldn’t.

The glare he shot you was nothing short of lethal when he finally reopened his eyes and dropped his hand from his mouth, lavender eyes dark and hooded, lips pressed together tight and twisted down.

You smiled at him again, his glare darkened.

Leaning in, you placed wet kisses along the length of his cock, feeling his abdomen spasm underneath your hands at the action. Just as you were about to take his cock back into your mouth, one of his hands curled around your hair, dragging you up.

Your eyes widened in shock, watching as he leaned forward to press a few buttons on his keyboard, ending the stream and closing out of the game. You heard his friends screaming at him from his headphones, Sanzu being the loudest but Rindou only spit a few curses at them as he dragged you rather harshly over to his bed.

“Rindou,” you said, wincing at the painful grip on your hair but he only flattened his other palm against your back and shoved you face-first down onto his bed. Before you could try to push yourself onto your knees, Rindou was straddling your back, pulling your head up and forcing something over your ears.

“Rindou, what the fuck is going on?” you heard Sanzu spit directly in your ears.

“Dude, why did you disconnect? We’re getting fucked,” Kakucho asked.

“Come on, man, are you shitting us right now? We just fucking lost, you know how long it took us to get Mikey to play?” Kokonoi complained.

Rindou leaned in close to the microphone, chest flush against your back and cock pressed against your ass, “My girl wanted to play a different game, you should be thanking me for the front row seat, assholes,” he said lowly, and you turned your head to look at your boyfriend, eyes wide as the others on the call quieted down.

“Rin-” you began, voice wavering as he leaned back on his heels, shifting off of you.

“Thought you wanted the mic on,” Rindou spat, dragging you closer to him, grip bruising around your thighs. Distantly, you could hear his friends mocking you through the headset but all you could focus on was Rindou, “Made us lose the match, least you can do is give ‘em a show, yeah?”

“Yeah, give us a show, y/n-chan,” you heard Sanzu jeer into your ear from the headset.

“Mm, let us hear you, pretty girl,” Ran cooed, “Wanna hear how good Rinrin can fuck you, bet I can do it better.”

You inhaled sharply as you felt Rindou tug your shorts down harshly, looking back at him nervously because he wasn’t really about to fuck you with all of his friends and his brother listening, was he?

Tell me to stop and I will, the same mocking look you had sent him before was now directed your way and you could only glare at him. He didn’t back out, so you wouldn’t either.

“You hear that?” Kokonoi Hajime cooed, “Thinks she likes the sound of that, maybe Rindou doesn’t fuck his bitch good enough.”

“Koko,” Kakucho warned but he was cut off by Ran’s loud laughter.

“Is that it, princess? Need me to teach my little brother how to fuck you? Want me to make him watch as I split you open on my cock, hm?” Ran’s voice was cruel, mocking, tears sprung to your eyes.

“N-No,” you said, “No, I-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Rindou said from behind you and you gasped when you felt his fingers slip between your folds to press at your entrance, smearing your slick around messily, “Don’t fuckin’ talk to them 'less I tell you to.”

You shut your mouth immediately even as Rindou’s friends started mocking you and you weren’t sure if wanted to cry or if you wanted Rindou to just hurry up and fuck you. You felt pathetic because while you listened to his friends make fun of you for ‘at least being an obedient slut’ you couldn’t stop the heat that was pooling dangerously fast in your lower abdomen.

You wanted to throw up--you shouldn’t be getting turned on from this. You shouldn’t and you knew damn well that Rindou was going to notice and when he did-

“There’s no fuckin’ way you’re actually turned on by this,” Rindou sneered, as if on cue, and you whimpered, humiliation spreading through you as his friends burst into laughter, sharp in your ears. Your eyes blurred with tears as Rindou grabbed your waist to pull you up to your hands and knees in front of him and you let out a shaky breath when you felt his tip nudge against your cunt, slipping against your wet folds. “You fuckin’ are, you like that they’re listening, don’t you? Want them to hear you actin’ like a fuckin’ whore? Maybe I should turn the video on for them too, yeah?”

“N-N-oh-” you couldn’t even finish the protest as Rindou’s hands found themselves in a bruising grip on your hips, fingers digging hard into your skin as he pushed into you without warning, an obscene moan escaping your lips when you felt his cock stretching out your walls, slipping into you almost easily without any prep just from how turned on you were.

Keyword, almost. You grit your teeth as discomfort spread through you, the stretch a strange mixture of pleasure and pain that was unfamiliar to you because Rindou never fucked you without making you cum twice on his tongue and twice on his fingers at least.

It burned and you couldn’t tell if it was in a good way or a bad way because your thoughts were jumbled not only from the feeling of Rindou’s cock splitting you open but also because of his friends’ voices piercing your ears.

“Jesus fucking christ, sounds like a fuckin’ pornstar,” you couldn’t tell who had spoken--Kokonoi, maybe? Takeomi? Yeah, Takeomi.

“Fucks like one too,” that was Ran, “Rindou accidentally sent me a video of them once when tryna send one he took of some guy hacking in the game.”

“Nah man, why the fuck is Rindou the first of us to get a girl? There’s something fundamentally wrong with that, when is it my turn?” That was Kokonoi, you realized.

You whimpered as you felt Rindou draw his hips back, you could feel each and every inch of his cock pressing against your cunt, each vein molding itself into your walls. And you tried, you tried to brace yourself, tried to hold back the moan bubbling in your chest because you knew the microphone connecting you to his friends was right next to your lips but you couldn’t.

Your arms trembled against the bed in anticipation, abdomen and legs tensing and pussy aching at the empty feeling left behind by Rindou’s cock as his tip once again nudged at your opening. But he wasn’t moving, he wasn’t moving and you were sure it was about to be what pushed you to tears rather than all of his friends making fun of you in your ear.

“Rin-” you began taking in a shuddered breath when you heard Sanzu Haruchiyo mock your call of your boyfriend’s name instantly. Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, for a moment you hated Rindou. You hated him for making him wear his headphones while his friends were on a call, you hated him for drawing this out when he knew what you wanted and you hated-

Any thought that might’ve been running through your head fizzled away as Rindou bucked his hips into you, a loud cry of his name tearing from your lips silencing all of the boys on the other end of the voice chat. Your arms gave out as Rindou pulled his hips back, snapping them back into you at an almost painful pace--dropping to your elbows as Rindou’s fingers dug deep into the skin of your hips and ass, dragging you back and fucking you onto him as he thrust up into you, hitting you so deep inside that it almost hurt, you swore his tip was brushing your cervix.

You could barely even hear Rindou’s friends in your ears over the sloppy sound of your boyfriend’s cock dragging in and out of your sopping wet cunt, over the filthy sound of skin on skin, over Rindou’s low groans and your piercing, broken moans that were cut off each time Rindou drove his hips into you.

“Holy fuckin shit-”

“... fucking hot, Rindou’s gotta shar-”

“-ucho actin' all holier-than-thou, we all know you’re fuckin’ your fist too.”

“Rindou,” you sobbed, fisting the sheets next to you, “feels s’good, Rin, feels s’good, feels-”

Another high-pitched moan tore from your lips as Rindou brought his hand down on your right ass cheek, the sound ringing throughout the air. That very same hand slid up your body to wrap around your hair, pulling you right off of the mattress, back arched almost painfully but you couldn’t even feel it over the numbing feeling of Rindou’s cock fucking so deep into you.

“Tell them that,” Rindou groaned but his words went in one ear and out the other until his grip tightened, “Tell them.”

“C’mon, princess,” Ran cooed, “tell us how my baby brother’s makin’ you feel, yeah?”

“Makin me feel s’good,” the words slipped from your lips before you could stop them, half a slur as your head started going fuzzy from all of the stimulation, “he’s makin’ me feel s’good, Ran.”

“Oh, fuck-” Ran groaned just as Rindou brought another hand down on your ass, making you cry out again.

“Don’t say his fuckin’ name,” Rindou spit out viciously, “Say it again and I’m not gonna let you finish.”

“Sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry,” you sobbed, but you weren’t even sure if the words were coming out as you intended and you weren’t even sure what Rindou was telling you, everything felt too hot and you couldn’t even hear yourself over the headphones and the sounds of Rindou driving himself into you over and over and over again.

“Keep going,” Rindou said after a moment and

You hiccuped over your breath, “R-Rin makes me feel s’good, n he’s so big, he’s so bi-ig,” god you should be embarrassed, you knew you would be whenever you came back to but you were too fucked out on your boyfriend’s cock to care, “makes me feel the best, makes me fe-”

“Bet I could make you feel even better, pretty,” Sanzu interrupted you, “Should convince your lil boyfriend to let-”

“No!” you said, “N’you can’t, Rin makes me feel the best, Haru-”

You weren’t even able to finish his name, cut off by another gasp and resounding smack as Rindou slapped your ass again, “What the fuck did I just tell you?” he seethed, but you could barely hear him over the near-pornographic moan of Sanzu Haruchiyo ringing through your ear.

Oh god, did he just cu-

Rindou’s grip on your hair tightened, your mind going blank as he drove his cock deep into you again, his free hand slipping from his harsh hold on your hip to rub at your clit, your lips parted in a silent moan as you felt him tug lightly at your clit, body spasming at the action. Letting go of your hair, Rindou brought his other hand back to your waist so he could fuck you faster, harder, at a brutal pace that had you crying out with each thrust, that had your mind half-dazed and your jaw slack.

Your upper body dropped limp against the bed without Rindou holding you up, cheek flush against the mattress and eyes rolling back as Rindou dragged your body back to meet him for every thrust, fingers playing with your clit like one of his stupid games. His name left your lips in a mantra, a series of nonstop high-pitch chants, his name was the only intelligible thought running through your head as he brought you closer and closer to your high.

“Fuck, sounds-”

You were gonna cum, you could feel it-

“... nzu came all over-”

But you can’t, are you really gonna let them all hear?

“...f your brother doesn’t let us hit, I swear-”

Heat spread through your body fast, too fast, you couldn’t fucking control it--you couldn’t even tell if it was from pleasure or humiliation as your pants and cries of Rindou’s name grew louder and louder.

“...so fuckin’ hot-”

Desperately, you tried to slap your hand over your mouth but Rindou grabbed it before you could try to muffle the noise, you sobbed, head almost feeling like it was floating from how close you were from being pushed over the edge.

“-n’t believe Rindou-”

They’d never let you live this down, you had to see most of them every day, how would you be able to look them in the eyes-

“Princess, convince your boyf-”

Rindou leaned over you, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he rolled his hips slow into, hitting impossibly deeper, “Hurry the fuck up ‘n cum.”

Your entire body trembled as Rindou flicked your clit hard, grinding his hips deep into you as he attached his lips to the back of your neck, sucking deep bruises down your spine and moaning shamelessly against your skin as your walls spasmed around him. A piercing moan of his name left from your lips as you felt your high wash over you, nails ripping into the bedsheets and body tensing. You could feel Rindou’s hips stutter and still against you as he came deep inside you and you felt full, too full, too hot, it was all just too much.

“Fuck,” you couldn’t even tell who was speaking as your body fell limp to the bed, mind hazy and fuzzy--Rindou was saying something to you, you could see his lips moving from the corner of your eye but you couldn’t tell what he was saying over the combined sound of his friends loud in your ears and the blood rushing to your head, body shuddering in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Hey, Mikey,” you heard Ran laugh as Rindou reached to take off the headphones, “Bet this is better than your other little group you play with, yeah?”

Everything went eerily quiet once he pulled the headphones off, the only sound in the room was your own heavy pants as you tried to catch your breath and Rindou murmuring something to his friends before wandering over to his computer.

Distantly, you wondered if he really had the audacity to go back to playing his game after all of that, but you were proven wrong a few seconds later when he wandered back to your side, sitting on the bed next to you, headphones out of hand. He brushed your matted hair out of your face before leaning down to press his lips against your forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back, cupping your face gently.

You smiled, turning your face to the side to kiss the palm of his hand, he let out a soft breath, the irritated look in his lavender eyes long gone and replaced by a fonder one.

“Love you, y’know?” he murmured and you giggled, the irritated look returned momentarily before disappearing. Haitani Rindou was never the most affectionate man but he tried his best for you,

“Love you too, Rin,” you said, giving his palm another peck.

For a moment, the two of you just rested there, basking in each other’s presence and just as you were about to speak up, his computer began binging incessantly. His friends, you realized after a moment, realization slowly beginning to hit you over what just happened.

Rindou seemed to recognize your distress and his grip on your face tightened slightly, forcing you to look at him, “I’ll kill them if they bother you,” he said, and you knew he meant it from the dark look in his eyes, “Ran-”

Ran-

“Rindou accidentally sent me a video once-”

“Rin,” you said quietly, cutting him off mid-rant, “Ran said something-”

“Ran says a lot of things-”

“Something about a video of us,” you finished, watching his face go red almost immediately. Rindou launched to his feet instantly, moving away from you. You forced yourself to sit up, wincing at the soreness shooting through your body, “Rindou!”

“I don’t know what he’s talking about,” he spit out, refusing to look at you. You stared at him in disbelief, watching as he made a beeline for the bathroom, “Gonna run you a bath.”

“Rin-”

“Gonna run you a bath!” he repeated, louder, slamming the bathroom door behind him. You sighed as you heard the water running, flopping back down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Rin,” you called, knowing that he could hear you over the running water, “I’m gonna beat your ass.”

Rindou didn’t respond, and you tilted your head over to the side to look at his bathroom, watching as he opened the door and glared at you, “It was an accident.”

“An accident?” you demanded.

“I thought I was sending something else,” he snapped, “It’s not my fault my phone spazzed.”

“I’m gonna fuckin' kill you, Rin.”

“You can’t even walk on your own right now, good luck.”

“RINDOU!”

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:¨ ·.· ¨: DRUNK | sakusa kiyoomi

`· . ꔫ summary: in which, sakusa comes home drunk from an MSBY party, and he's clingier than usual.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, sakusa being adorable, you're both married here, sucky writing (it's 4am for me 😭), timeskip.

warning/s: manga spoilers.

there's a knock on your door, so you get up to open it. there sakusa kiyoomi was, with an arm around bokuto for support. "hey, hey, y/n!" bokuto greets gleefully. behind him, are atsumu and hinata who both waved at you.

"ah, hello, bokuto." you smile at him, then turn to sakusa. "is he asleep?'

"huh?" bokuto checks, only to see sakusa struggling to keep his eyes open from staring at the ground, "nope! i think he's just dizzy from all the wine." bokuto laughs. you laugh with him because his positivity is undeniably contagious.

"you shoulda seen, omi. one glass in, and he was gone." atsumu said. you chuckled at atsumu's statement. you always knew sakusa was lightweight.

"i'll take it from here." you said as bokuto helped sakusa over to you. instead of the position sakusa was in a while ago, where he had an arm on bokuto's shoulders, he had his arms wrapped around your waist instead, while he placed his head on the crook of your neck.

you bid your goodbyes with the MSBY team and close the door. "hi, honey." you gently spoke out as sakusa nods.

"are you sleepy?" you try to lead him to the couch for him to lie down, but it's no use. his hold on you was too strong. "no.." he replied. you say a small, "okay," as your hands rested on his arms.

a minute or so has gone by with this intimate position, and sakusa finally moves. he presses a soft kiss to your fluffy cheek. "missed you lots." he mumbles, pressing one more.

you giggle since you're a bit ticklish, "is that so?"

"mhm."

you turn to face him, "shall i make you some tea?" you ask, brushing away his stray hair. a small pout forms on his lips, "not yet, later." he says in a stern tone, pulling you in closer for a longer hug.

later on, you suggest that you both should cuddle on the couch, and he agrees. so here you are, lying comfortably on your back with your husband on top of you, slowly drifting off to sleep.

you get a small "ping!" from your phone, and you turn it on to see that it's a message from atsumu.

atsumu sent 1 video.

atsumu: sorry that the video wasn't longer lol

you play the video on the lowest volume you have, and there's sakusa with hiccups. you couldn't hear the video properly, but you recognized sakusa's voice. there were a lot of sad "no's" and "hmm's.." from him.

then, you finally hear an audible sentence from him.

".. miss my wife. *hic* my pretty wife.." he mutters.

you watch the rest of the video with rosy cheeks. once you were finished, you saved it to your gallery and made sure to thank atsumu. you're definitely going to show sakusa in the morning.

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meyuriko

3 months ago

heavy is the crown

As princess, you are bound by duty to marry the notorious and elusive Onichynus general, in exchange for his protection of your kingdom from an impending war. On the night of your wedding, tradition demands that you undergo the consummation rites, sealing the fate of your marriage—and your future.

tags: sylus x reader, NSFW, MDNI, royalty!au, general-of-powerful-nation!sylus x princess-of-kingdom-in-trouble!reader, first time sex (mc is a virgin), unprotected sex, afab!reader, fem!reader, slight voyeurism & somno & cockwarming at the end, lowkey breeding kink, gender-based stereotypes against women due to the time period, writing this has been a fever dream, word count: 2.7k~ worldbuilding and 5.5k~ smut lmfao

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You dared to dream once upon a time.

You dreamt of crossing oceans beyond your shores, sailing aboard majestic galleons you’d only seen in textbooks. In the quiet solitude of your bedchambers, you imagined laughing with the townsfolk of distant cities, dancing in cobblestone streets to the melodies of traveling minstrels, and finding love in a modest man who'd want nothing more than to offer you freshly picked blooms every morning.

In the sanctuary of sleep, your dreams would lull you with visions of a simple life. A stone-walled kitchen warmed by the glow of a crackling hearth, a garden vibrant with blossoms and fresh produce, and a cozy reading nook nestled in an arched window. A loyal companion would sometimes join you—a slothful cat, a melodious songbird, a high-spirited pup, or a darling mare to carry you through grassy plains and wildflower fields.

"Do you take this man to be your wedded husband, to share in life's trials and joys, to love and honor, till death do you part?"

But such dreams have no place in the heart of a woman whose shoulders bear her kingdom's fate.

And so, as you take in the muted glow of the setting sun through delicate ivory lace, you finally put those girlhood fantasies to rest.

“I do.”

—

Being the youngest and only princess came with its fair share of trials and triumphs.

Unlike the elder princes, whose lives revolved around grueling expectations and fierce competition for the throne, your position spared you such burdens. Born to a queen who had long believed her childbearing years were behind her, you were nothing short of a miracle, arriving over a decade after your last sibling. This had earned you the undivided affection of the entire castle, leaving you thoroughly indulged and doted upon.

However, growing up without siblings near your age, you often grappled with bouts of loneliness. While you had fostered polite acquaintances among the daughters of many nobles, you found their company wearisome. The endless succession of balls and garden parties always seemed to revolve around the same gossip: politics, fashion, whispers about some baron’s sixteen-year-old daughter betrothed to a forty-year-old viscount, and, of course, the inevitable question: had anyone received a marriage proposal yet?

You naturally had many—to your dismay.

The idea of marriage filled you with profound dread. As a girl tagging along in your mother’s tea parties, you had often overheard the confessions and lamentations of the noblewomen. Stories of infidelity, neglect, and abuse spilled from their lips—duchesses, marchionesses, and countesses; women who stood at the very summit of high society. To you, marriage seemed less a sacred bond and more a cruel sentence—one far grimmer than the gallows.

At least the gallows granted the mercy of a quick death.

But as a princess, you were bound to uphold the ideal image of a young lady. One who radiated beauty, yet with grace and poise. Intelligent, but subservient to your intended husband’s authority. And, most important of all, fertile—to bear him strong sons who would carry on his legacy.

It sickened you. You would rather succumb to the plague than endure such a miserable life. But given your title, you could only try to delay the inevitable.

And so, life continued as it was—a never-ending cycle of social gatherings, fending off suitors, reading through your library, mastering languages, and nurturing a growing collection of hobbies. It was a life of privilege and routine—one that, despite its predictability, offered you a quiet sense of fulfillment.

Alas, nothing holds constant in the world, and change arrived in the form of a looming war from enemies across the sea.

Though small in size, your kingdom of Noir was a veritable treasure trove. With its abundant mountains and rivers, the island was never in short supply of precious metals, gems, and rare minerals. It was renowned for producing the finest artisans, who crafted the most exquisite jewelry, armor, and weapons. While modest in territory, it more than compensated with a thriving and prosperous economy.

The ultimate conquest for any conqueror.

Through the town streets worn smooth by centuries of footfalls, the bustling plazas lined with charming merchant stalls, the outskirt villages tucked among lush woodlands, and even the weathered stone walls of the towering castle, whispers had always flowed like an unrelenting tide—the most persistent being rumors of the neighboring kingdoms readying to seize Noir at any moment. But your father never addressed such hearsays, and life within the island always seemed as jovial and peaceful as it always did.

Until one night, as you sat engrossed in some book about Noir folklore, a series of sharp knocks on your chamber doors shattered the stillness, echoing sharply through the room.

It was your father, the king. Dropped to his knees, grasping your untainted hands in his rough, weathered ones, head bowed down at your mercy.

“Forgive me, my daughter,” he said in grief. “For the sake of the people—please, forgive me.”

For months, naval scouts had reported sightings of warships at the docks of two neighboring kingdoms, suspected of plotting to raid Noir and usurp the throne. Only a few weeks ago, those suspicions were confirmed when spies returned with dire news. The enemy militaries, vast and far stronger than your own, were preparing for a siege. Noir's true power had always been in the arts and commerce, not in its military might. Should your shores be attacked by an enemy nation—let alone two—the island would fall.

So on the very day the confirmation arrived, your father and the high court conspired to seek assistance from a nation on the mainland: Onichynus.

Conversations about the state were always hushed, spoken in whispers and laden with caution. It was rumored to be an immensely powerful dominion, even surpassing that of the hostile forces looming beyond your shores. Drunk sailors boasted of its staggering wealth, built on the spoils of their wars and ceaseless conquest. With an unmatched army of hardened warriors and mercenaries, it stood as a force to be reckoned with, its presence both feared and revered across the seas.

At its pinnacle stood their elusive general, a shadow whose name and true face remained unknown. Tales from sailors, traveling merchants, and tavern songs painted him as a ruthless figure, demon-like, who laid waste to rotten cities and beheaded corrupt kings. Some claimed he was a hero, purging the realm of wicked men in power, while others saw him as the embodiment of evil, leaving destruction and death in his wake.

Negotiations with Onichynus were a success. In return for their protection during the impending siege, Noir pledged to deliver three ships laden with its most prized metals, minerals, and gems—every year for the next century.

But to ensure Noir upheld its end of the bargain, their beloved princess would be bound in marriage to the general.

You could only keep your gaze steady, chin held high, as the king knelt before you, weeping, begging for your forgiveness.

You had your time to relish the pleasures of living as a princess. Now, it was time to fulfill your duties as one.

—

The night before the long-anticipated siege had arrived. After weeks of frantic planning and tense negotiations between Noir’s high court and the Onichynus war council, warriors and mercenaries had taken their positions across the island. Some blended seamlessly with the civilians, while the majority remained hidden in plain sight, their numbers concentrated along the docks.

In the king’s throne room, select members from both factions gathered for final preparations. Clad in his battle regalia, your father seemed a shadow of his former self—skin ashened, eyes hollow with exhaustion—yet his voice remained firm as he issued his commands to all present.

The Noir court members could hardly conceal their unease under the watchful eyes of the Onichynus war council. Towering and broad-shouldered, they seemed almost otherworldly. Their dark, burnished steel armor bore engravings of monstrous creatures, and many donned cloaks of crimson or black, their edges deliberately singed to resemble fire's touch. Helmets, adorned with jagged horns, cast grotesque shadows, while those who forwent them revealed faces with jagged streaks of war paint, as if to mimic claw marks.

Then, the heavy doors groaned open, spilling thick tendrils of black-red mist into the chamber. A hush fell as all eyes turned toward the towering figure that emerged from the haze.

The general.

For all the whispered tales of his demonic appearance—horns as tall as claymores, wings that spanned the heavens, and a tail that stretched like a river—you were stunned to find a face not of a monster, but of an angel.

Against the backdrop of his dark cloak, his striking silver hair stood out in sharp contrast. His features were sculpted with precision—high, defined cheekbones, a strong jawline, a straight nose, all framed by an expression that revealed little, save for full lips drawn into a tight line. The people of Noir gawked openly, stunned to finally see the man from the tales in the flesh. His gait was languid yet exuded confidence as he strode toward the throne where you sat beside your father.

His gaze found yours, and you stilled.

The deep scarlet of his eyes was piercing. You almost felt naked under it. Instantly, you straightened in your seat, fingers twitching to smooth the fabric of your dress.

“Expect the warships to be visible in six hours,” he said, his voice cutting through the room. The low timbre of it sent a chill racing up your spine.

“General, are you certain our forces are enough to handle their fleet?” your mother asked, voice quivering as she addressed him from your father’s other side.

The general's lips curved faintly, a low, rumbling chuckle escaping him.

“Rest easy, Your Majesty. By dawn, their remains will have joined their forefathers’ ghosts beneath the sea."

—

You had come to realize that Onichynus truly deserved the fear and respect it commanded. Just before daybreak, the gut-wrenching blare of Noir’s watchtower horns finally shattered the unnerving stillness of the island.

The enemies had fallen.

You had been locked away in one of the castle’s tower chambers, away from harm’s reach. As the kingdom’s key to securing this alliance, it was critical that no harm befell the general's betrothed.

After the second wave of victory horns, your door creaked open, revealing your maidservant—frantic, breathless from the long climb up the spiral staircase.

“Your Highness,” she gasped, voice trembling. “We’ve won.”

You could see the restraint in the way her nails dug into her apron, her blown pupils amidst her ragged breaths. She was restraining herself, her elation held in check, out of deference to you.

After all, Noir’s freedom had come at the cost of yours.

With a wistful smile, you turned toward the window, watching the flickering torchlights snake through the streets below. The chorus of jubilant cries and chants carried through the valleys, their voices rising to the heavens and echoing back from the mountain’s deepest crevices.

“It seems we have,” you murmured, voice barely audible over the chorus of celebration below.

You heard her hesitant shuffle behind you. "Several of the servants have been briefed already. They shall be ready tomorrow morning to begin preparations for the wedding."

You spun toward her, pulse pounding in your ears. "So soon?"

She lowered her gaze, unable to meet your eyes. "Onichynus wanted to complete the rites as quickly as possible, so they could sail for the mainland the following day."

You let out a slow exhale. "I see."

Your maidservant hesitated, her eyes flicking toward you, before she spoke again.

"If it offers you any comfort, ma'am," she said softly, head bowed, "you saved all of us."

You swallowed hard, forcing back the sting of tears threatening to spill.

—

Like your mother, grandmother, and all the royal women before you, you had always envisioned your wedding as a day of grandeur. You pictured riding through the town streets in the royal carriage, flanked by guards, waving to the cheering crowds. You imagined wearing a bespoke gown that sparkled in the light, a train so long it would sweep behind you like a royal procession.

You imagined trumpets announcing your arrival, their triumphant notes echoing through a hall packed with dignitaries and nobility from across the realm. And at the altar, a man of honor and equal standing would wait for you, his gaze warm with affection as you joined in a union built on love, not duty.

But now—the sun has nearly set, painting the grand temple in muted amber light. Inside, the space feels hollow, adorned only by a few hurriedly arranged flowers, their disarray a testament to the servants' exhaustion from cleaning up the siege’s destruction. Your gown, though lovely, is no custom-made masterpiece—just a window display piece hastily altered by the royal dressmaker. The pews stand mostly empty, save for your crestfallen family, a handful of somber faces from the Noir high court, and the ever-stoic Onichynus war council.

Your husband-to-be, still clad in his dark battle regalia, stands steadfast at your side, his expression an impenetrable mask as the archbishop intones the ceremonial rites. You had imagined him to be someone hard to look at—perhaps as old as a grandfather, his years as a general etched into every line of his face, and his figure weighed down by indulgent vices. Yet, to your quiet relief, he is nothing of the sort. Even if he proves unsavory as a husband or father to your future children, at least he’s pleasing to look at.

“By the will of fate, you are now bound in union,” the High Priest finally says, raising his palms toward you both. “May your allegiance to one another be as steadfast as the duties you carry, and may this union bring the future of your realms to prosperity.”

—

You wince as an elderly maidservant struggles to loosen a particularly stubborn knot in your hair, the pull jerking your head painfully. She pauses, her hand gently patting the spot in apology.

Your gaze stays fixed on the cold, flatstone floor, and you hardly notice the other maidservants bustling around you. One smooths out the faint creases in your satin nightdress, while another tugs at the neckline, pulling it lower to expose more of your cleavage and collarbone. Beneath the thin fabric, your undergarments have been removed, leaving you vulnerable to the biting chill of the room. You’ve been scrubbed clean, coated in the silkiest lotions, each scent more intoxicating than the last—all for your first night with your new husband.

“Are you nervous, Your Highness?” the elderly maidservant asks, her hands gentle as she brushes through your hair.

You pause, the question settling in your chest as you ponder how to answer.

“I can’t say I’m confident,” you say, twisting your fingers together. “I’ve never been with a man before.”

In the mirror, you catch the discreet glances exchanged behind you, their pity and concern barely hidden. You force yourself to look away, but the weight of their silent judgment lingers.

“The Onichynus general… he seemed like such a massive man,” a younger maidservant whispers, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “I do hope he treats Her Highness with kindness.”

Another maidservant scoffs, her tone sharp with bitterness. “All men are beasts, driven only by their lust for control—and for anything with a pair of breasts.”

There’s a collective hiss of disapproval from the others, but the harsh words still echo in your mind. You fight to keep your face composed, though your heart aches with fear.

“Don’t worry, Your Highness,” the elderly maidservant says, her voice light. “The men from that state may be known for their ruthlessness, but with your likeness, the general will surely find himself a changed man.”

You can only hope the same.

Soon after, you begin your walk to the matrimonial room. The maidservants fall in step around you, their presence a quiet shield. The lively chatter from your earlier preparations has faded, replaced by a tense, almost somber silence. Despite the considerable distance between rooms, the walk feels too short, each step too swift. Before you can fully gather your bearings, you now find yourself alone, sitting on the bed, the weight of the night settling in around you.

You shouldn’t feel this nervous. Women across the realm are bound to face this, especially those of royal blood. Consummation on the wedding night is an expectation, a duty. No matter how much you’ve dreaded or tried to avoid it, you’ve always known it was inevitable. All that’s left now is to steel yourself, strive to please your husband, and to embrace your role as a future mother—for Noir’s sake.

The doors swing open, and you flinch. The general steps inside, his damp hair clinging to his face, a clear sign of a recent bath. His attire for the evening is simple: loose trousers and a tunic that, despite its modesty, does little to hide the breadth of his shoulders or the strong lines of his chest. Your gaze betrays you, lingering longer than it should, tracing the way the fabric shifts with his movements. His towering height seems to diminish even the vast expanse of the room, making the high ceilings feel incredibly small.

His ember-like eyes catch yours and you suddenly feel too exposed.

“Good evening, princess.”

“General,” you greet, wincing at how weak it sounds as it leaves your lips.

His gaze sweeps over you, lingering on the curve of your shoulders beneath the delicate straps of your ivory nightdress, the soft swell of your breasts pressing gently against the neckline. The fabric cinches at your waist before flaring out around your hips, emphasized by the way you sit at the edge of the mattress. Your posture is rigid, hands clasped in your lap—a result of all the etiquette drilled into you from childhood.

He notices the tension in your form and lets out a sigh, turning toward the couch at the far end of the room.

You blink.

“Where are you going?” you blurt out, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Your Highness,” he drawls, settling into the couch with a lazy grace. “We don’t have to do this. You look like a kitten with her hackles raised. We could ruffle the bedding, spill some oil on the sheets, and pretend we had a night worthy of the chamberlain’s inspection.”

A flash of panic rises within you. You stand, words tumbling out in a rush. “Nonsense! Marriage is not recognized before the temple unless consummated on the night of the ceremony.”

He tilts his head, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Such peculiar customs you have here on Noir.”

You had imagined a thousand ways this night could go, a thousand versions of the man you’d just married. Not one of them prepared you for this.

You flush, frustration building in your chest. “General, I would appreciate it if you respect the customs of Noir. We are a proud people, and we honor the traditions passed down to us by our forefathers.”

He rolls his eyes. Then, with a slow, deliberate pace, he stands and makes his way toward you. For every step he takes, you fight the instinct to hunch your shoulders, to shrink away. Next thing you know, he’s standing before you, his imposing size forcing you to tilt your head back to maintain your gaze.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, gently cupping your face. The heat of his touch burns through your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

You finally avert your eyes. “I’ve never been with a man before,” you manage to say with as much indifference as you can muster, nails digging into your palms.

“Really? Not even a stolen kiss in your youth?”

You clench your teeth. “There are far more pressing matters to focus on than indulging in childish flirtations.”

He laughs, a rich, deep sound that resonates through the air, stirring an unexpected warmth low in your belly.

“Alright,” he concedes, his finger tracing a slow path along your cheek. Without warning, he grips your jaw, the touch both commanding and tender, pulling your gaze back to meet his. “But if we’re doing this, we’re doing it my way. None of those absurd rules from your royal handbook.”

You pull back slightly, brows knitting in confusion. “The act is the same, is it not?”

“Do you agree, Your Highness?” he presses, lips grazing your ear ever so slightly. The warmth of his breath against your skin is unfamiliar, and the rush of heat that sweeps up your neck sends electrifying pulses deep within your core.

“Yes,” you grit out.

After studying your expression one last time, he lowers himself slightly, then grips the back of your thighs and lifts you with ease. You gasp, scrambling to find your balance. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, fingers digging into the firm, broad muscles of his shoulders. With a smooth shift, he adjusts your position, the inside of your thighs pressing against his hips, before carrying you to the vanity desk at the center of the room.

You struggle to speak, words caught in your throat as the sensation of being so high up in the air makes you dizzy. He finally sets you down on the desk, his large palms slowly dragging down your legs, gently pushing your knees apart.

“G—General,” you stammer, eyes wide as he pulls his tunic over his head, revealing a tanned expanse of skin and the hard, defined muscles beneath. “The bed is over there—why are we here?”

A flicker of a smile plays at his lips as he tosses the fabric carelessly to the floor. “Trust me, princess. Now close your eyes.”

You want to argue, remind him that asking you to trust the most notorious figure in the realm—whom you’ve barely known for a day—is no small request. But the gravity in his scarlet gaze quiets any protest. With a reluctant breath, you close your eyes.

There’s no movement at first. Then, his calloused palms find your knees, the rough calluses a stark contrast against the smooth stretch of your skin. Heat blossoms under his touch, searing its way upward as his hands glide along the curve of your hips, the taper of your waist. You fail to suppress the shudder coursing through you when his touch pauses just below the swell of your breasts, lingering for a heartbeat before sliding to your sides, his broad palms more than spanning the width of your back.

Then, you feel the faint brush of his breath against your mouth, a fleeting warmth before his lips capture yours in a tender kiss. The hot, wet sensation has your back arching instinctively, your hardened nipples pressing through the thin fabric of your nightgown against his hard chest. A deep, throbbing ache pulses at your core, and you clamp your thighs together in a futile effort to suppress the damp heat pooling between them.

The overwhelming rush of sensations draws a whimper from your lips, your trembling hands clutching at his shoulders for stability. His response is immediate—a low, guttural groan before he deepens the kiss, his mouth returning to yours with even more fervor.

You’ve read about kissing in your sparse collection of romance novels, tried to envision the mechanics behind the act. But the mental images always fell short, awkward and unappealing, leaving you unconvinced of its charm. You’d dismissed it as unnecessary, even pointless—especially when it came to something as pragmatic and straightforward as sex.

But now the general is sneaking in the hot, wet glide of his tongue between your lips and you panic, not sure what it is he’s doing and what you’re supposed to do. He must sense your uncertainty, because his large hand moves to steady your jaw and nape, holding you in place. When he feels the accidental brush of your tongue, he wastes no time and sucks at it, the lewd sound echoing in your ears, forcing soft, strangled sounds from your throat.

You no longer feel the seeping chill from outside the castle walls, body now feeling like it’s on fire, the wetness dripping from your entrance sliding down your inner thighs. You feel like you’re drunk and about to pass out, so you push his chest back with a gentle palm.

“General,” you say, heaving through swollen lips. “What… what are we doing? The bed…”

He takes a moment to steady his breath, eyes squeezed shut, palms pressing firmly at your waist. Then, a low, rough chuckle rumbles from his chest.

“You’re infuriatingly naive,” he mutters, his sweat-damp forehead resting against your shoulder. “You must be the only woman of all arranged marriages eager to crawl into bed with a man she barely knows.”

You flush, indignant at the implication behind his words. “What are you trying to say?” you demand, mouth unconsciously forming into a pout.

He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, his thumb brushing gently over your lower lip. “What I’m saying, princess, is let me take care of you. I don’t know what your upbringing has taught you, but there’s more to this than just... getting it over with.”

You’re not used to being told what to do and deviating from the rules, so you force out a sharp “fine”—an unintended display of bratty defiance, considering the man before you. But he only laughs, and to your dismay, the sound makes him even more handsome than he already is.

“Hold on,” he murmurs, lifting you by your bottom this time, pressing you flush against his chest. His hands on your backside—so close to where you’re throbbing and wet—has you flinching forward. You suddenly feel the brush of something firm against the sensitive nub above your slit, and you jerk again in surprise.

He chuckles, before gently lowering you onto the soft expanse of the mattress. His lips find your collarbone first, then trail down to your nipples, where he suckles through the fabric. A soft whimper escapes you, your fingers curling into the sheets. You can feel his smile against your skin as his tongue sweeps over one of your sensitive buds, before continuing its journey down toward your abdomen.

But then he hovers his face above your groin that’s barely concealed by the bunched-up hem of your nightgown. Alarm jolts through you, and you prop yourself up on your elbows, torso rising instinctively. You attempt to close your legs, but his hands hold them firmly apart.

“General—”

“Sylus,” he interrupts, lips brushing along the inside of your knee. “We’re married now, sweetheart. Use my name.”

A twisted sense of pride coils within you, knowing you hold both the name and face of the most infamous man in the realm.

You hesitate, swallowing the lump in your throat before continuing. “Sylus,” you echo, the name oddly satisfying on your lips. “Not that I’m… doubting your expertise, but is all of this really necessary?”

He exhales heavily, saying nothing at first. Then, he takes your hand—its size utterly lost in his grip—and guides it down your body. His movements are deliberate, stopping only when your palm meets the undeniable hardness of his cock, straining against his trousers.

You struggle to contain the jumbled stutters tumbling from your lips. “What are you—”

“I’m a big man,” he states matter-of-factly, his gaze unwavering. “And this is your first time. As you are now—you won’t be able to handle me.”

You don’t fully understand what he means, but the statement silences you nonetheless.

He chuckles, letting go of your hand, and you immediately pull it back to your chest. “May I?” he asks, his voice low as he hovers below you once again.

You flash a glare, before nodding reluctantly.

A smirk tugs at his lips as he leans back, his gaze shifting downward to the space between your legs. Slowly, he lifts the hem of your dress, inch by inch, until the cool air brushes against your exposed skin. You watch, eyes heavy, fighting the tremors rushing through you, as his hand moves along the inside of your thigh. When his fingers brush against your folds, a sharp exhale escapes you, and your head falls back onto the mattress.

“You’re so sensitive, princess,” he murmurs, amusement lacing his words.

“Shut up and get on with it,” you snap, covering your eyes with your forearm.

You hear a quiet laugh escape him before two fingers press against the sensitive nub above your folds, sending a shock of pleasure through your body. Your back arches instinctively as he slides his fingers up and down against your entrance. The motion, slick and sinful, leaves you gasping, and you struggle to keep your legs open, body trembling from the unfamiliar pleasure.

Sylus’ eyes darken, flicking between the way his fingers tease your slick folds and the way your breasts strain against your dress. His breathing grows heavier as he reaches up, pulling the neckline down to expose your chest. A soft whine escapes you when his hand cups one swell, firm yet gentle, while the other continues its relentless ministrations below.

“I’m pressing one in, alright?” he murmurs.

You barely register the words before he pushes a thick finger past your folds.

“Wait—it feels—ngh—it’s strange,” you stammer, voice hitching on a whine.

He stills immediately, digit only halfway in. “Does it hurt?”

“I… kind of? I don’t know…”

You’re panting. The pressure is peculiar, and quite unpleasant. Your body tenses at the newness of it, the unfamiliar stretch bordering on discomfort.

He remains patient, finger unmoving. Then, you feel his thumb press on your nub, drawing gentle circles against the sensitive lower hood of it. The obscene sound of slickness fills the space and you’re mortified, toes curling at the wave of arousal soaking his hand.

“This better?” he whispers, drinking in every detail—your heaving chest, the sheen of sweat on your skin, the tremor in your thighs, and the glistening mess pooling between them.

You can’t respond, overwhelmed by the spiraling pleasure.

A chuckle rumbles from him, low and pleased, as he presses the rest of his finger inside. This time, it slides in smoothly, and the high-pitched moan that escapes you is muffled by your trembling palm. Now knuckle-deep, he gently strokes upward, pressing on a rough spot that makes you jerk in his hold.

“I’m going to try something, alright?” he says softly, breath brushing against your knee as he plants a tender kiss.

“Okay,” you croak, struggling to process the pulsing sensations building deep inside you.

The circles on your nub stop, and you almost whimper at the loss. But before you can voice your complaints, something warm, wet, and utterly foreign replaces his thumb. Your head snaps back, a raw, choked cry tearing from your lips.

“General—hah—Sylus… What are you—?”

He doesn’t answer. Dazed, you prop yourself up and the sight before you is almost too much: the most powerful man in the realm, kneeling between your legs, his mouth worshiping you with unrelenting fervor. His tongue laps at your folds, drags it languidly up to your engorged nub before closing his lips around it, sucking in a way that sends sharp, electric pulses straight through your core.

Panicked by the unbearable pressure building inside, you try to push his head away. “Stop—it’s strange, I feel like I’m going to—”

Before you can finish, he slides another finger inside, stretching you further. His fingers curl, stroking that spongy spot with unrelenting precision. His mouth works in tandem, alternating between suckling and lapping at your overstimulated nub.

Tears blur your vision as the intensity peaks. You scream into your palms, hips bucking against his mouth and hand as you feel yourself tip over the high he brought you to.

Sylus watches, entranced, as your legs open wider, cries muffled as your body convulses under his ministrations. Even as you shatter under him, he doesn’t let up, prolonging your fall at his mercy. And when you’re finally sent over the edge, your release flooding his eager mouth, he drinks in the sight of you—flushed, trembling, and utterly spent.

He presses his cheek against your inner thigh, feeling the delicate tremors rippling through your body as you struggle to steady your breathing. His eyes trail over your folds, soft and swollen, slightly parted as your essence continues to glisten and drip. Unable to hold back, he dips his head and presses a slow, deliberate kiss, groaning as your intoxicating taste lingers on his lips.

Your cry pierces the air, hands flying to his hair as you tug with desperation. “W—Wait…! I can’t… it’s too much… please…”

He only chuckles, low and teasing, before placing a final kiss on the sensitive nub above your folds. Then, he moves upward, settling his weight against you. His chin rests between your breasts, arms locking yours in place as his eyes meet yours, heat and satisfaction dancing in his gaze.

As clarity slowly returns, the enormity of what just happened hits you. He—the Onichynus general, a man who strikes fear in nations across the realm—had just laved at your most intimate area with his tongue. Such an act is nowhere to be found in the guides you’ve read on sex, not even as a distant suggestion. And yet, you enjoyed it. Far more than you care to admit.

An embarrassed huff escapes you as heat blooms across your face. You throw your hands up to cover it, unwilling to meet the insufferable smugness you can practically feel radiating from him below.

Suddenly, you feel the neckline of your dress being tugged down again, catching beneath your breasts. Then, you feel the flat of his tongue gently press on a nipple, circling it with the tip before pulling it into his mouth to suckle. His hand slides up to your other bud, palm brushing over it in slow, deliberate motions. Breasts are meant to nourish, to sustain future generations—mere vessels for the creation of life. Yet the hairs at the back of your neck raise on end as you feel the return of the persistent pulsing deep within you. You bite your lip, stifling the sounds threatening to escape, back arching as you desperately chase the sensation of his mouth on you.

“We can stop now if you wish, Your Highness,” he murmurs against your skin.

Fighting the heaviness taking over your body, you grab his jaw, forcing him to meet the fire in your gaze. “Do you have a problem with consummating with me, general?”

He responds with a particularly sharp suck at your nipple.

“Ngh—! Sylus! I meant Sylus!” you cry out, correcting yourself with a gasp.

He smiles, a mischievous glint in his eyes, before moving to the soft curve of your breast. His mouth alternates between harsh sucking and teasing bites, leaving a trail of bruised blooms in his wake.

“While intercourse may be a mere formality to you Noir people, in Onichynus, it’s an act of passion and love,” he says, voice low as he shifts to giving attention to your other bud. “I wish to ensure that Her Highness, my wife, has a memorable first experience. So, if you feel spent for the night, we can always stop. At any time.”

His words settle deep inside you and you feel warmth spread in your chest. Perhaps Onichynus is more than the tales of its ruthless reputation, after all. Hesitantly, you caress his cheek, heart aching at the way he closes his eyes and nuzzles into your palm. He almost seems like a clingy pet feline.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but I want to finish the rites,” you say softly. Then, you flush, struggling to find the right words. “And, um, I didn’t expect things to be this… good. I don’t mind experiencing more, if it’s alright with you.”

It takes a moment for your words to register, and when they do, Sylus smirks—a slow, predatory curl of his lips that sends heat coursing through your body. He leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His tongue brushes your bottom lip, and this time, you grant him easy access. You mimic what he did to you earlier, tentatively wrapping your lips around his tongue and sucking gently.

Immediately, a low, visceral groan escapes him as his hips press forward, grinding his restrained arousal against your soaked folds. The rough fabric of his trousers drags against your sensitive nub, sending jolts of pleasure rippling through you. You whine into his mouth, arms winding around his neck as you pull him impossibly closer.

Sylus seems barely in control now, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he adjusts his movements, angling his hips so that the ridge where his shaft meets the head rubs directly against your overstimulated nub.

Without warning, he breaks the kiss, leaving you on the verge of a whine as a string of spit bridges the space between you. He steps back, tugging his trousers down in one swift motion. Your gaze drops instinctively, and your breath catches at the sight of him.

Broad shoulders taper into a lean waist, and every inch of his sculpted body radiates strength. But it’s the thick, throbbing length between his legs that holds your attention. He notices the starstruck look on your gaze and he chuckles, walking closer to you until you're face level with it. Taking your hand, he gently wraps it around his girth. The sheer thickness overwhelms your grip, and your breath catches at the realization.

“Feel free to take a look,” he rasps.

You’ve never seen a cock before, but instinctively, you know this one is massive. The shaft is thick, with prominent veins that seem to throb faintly, and the soft, rounded shapes below it look heavy and full. The bulbous, mushroom-shaped tip is flushed, beads of some kind of white, translucent fluid glistening at the slit. For some reason, you feel the urge to lean in and taste it.

Sylus takes your hand, shaping it into a loose 'O.' “This is you,” he murmurs, guiding your fingers to glide along his length, spreading the slick fluid. “And this…” He pushes through the circle you’ve made, the thick head sliding in and out. “…is how it’ll feel when I’m inside you.”

Slowly, he begins to move, sliding his shaft through your grip. The sensation is intoxicating, and you’re mesmerized by the sight of him—his cock pumping in and out of your hand, each stroke leaving it sticky with his arousal. You don’t even realize your lips are parting until you lean forward, your tongue darting out to flick against the leaking tip.

Sylus lets out a guttural moan, one hand tangling in your hair as his hips jerk involuntarily. His taste—salty and slightly bitter—is heady, and the heat of him against your tongue heightens your arousal. He bucks into your mouth, and though you gag slightly, you fight to take more of him, desperate for the connection.

You feel too empty.

“Princess—fuck—this is torture,” he groans, his deep voice rough with restraint.

You can only moan in response, lips stretched around his cock as he begins thrusting into your mouth. His large hands steady your head, guiding your movements. You peek up at him through fluttering lashes, and you feel your folds quiver at the sinful sight of the Onichynus general panting, eyes shut, sweat-covered muscles taut as he pistons in and out of you.

You are Noir’s beloved princess—revered and envied for your beauty, grace, and intellect—yet now you’re barely coherent, delirious over the addictive taste of your husband as he fucks your mouth over and over.

One particularly deep thrust hits the back of your throat and you gag, tears springing to your eyes. Sylus curses under his breath and withdraws immediately.

“Princess, I’m sorry,” he pants, taking in the sight of you—tears streaking your cheeks, saliva glistening on your lips, thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to relieve your ache.

“It’s okay,” you croak, voice hoarse and small.

Sylus pauses, taking a moment to steady himself and pull back from the frenzy consuming him, before climbing onto the bed, positioning himself against the headboard. His hands grip your waist, lifting you effortlessly to straddle his lap. Movements frantic and barely restrained, he aligns your slick folds against the length of his shaft. His lips find yours again, urgent and demanding, while his hands grip your hips, guiding you to rock against him. The friction against your sensitive nub draws a cry from you, and he groans into your mouth.

“Let me have you, princess,” he practically begs against your lips between heavy breaths.

You barely have time to process his words before he lifts you slightly, the broad head of his cock pressing insistently against your entrance. Then, you feel an immediate, sharp stretch as he breaches your folds, pushing deeper until the full length of him fills you to the hilt.

A strangled cry escapes you and you collapse against his chest, burying your face in his neck with stilted sobs. Sylus remains still, large hands massaging your rear soothingly, coaxing your body to adjust.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he whispers, lips brushing against your temple. “Just breathe. Let me in.”

“It hurts,” you gasp. He shifts slightly, and a sharp sensation makes you wince, like he’s hitting a spot that feels too far, too much. “T—Too big…”

“I know, I know,” he murmurs, breath hot and uneven against your ear. His hands move carefully, gently parting the delicate skin of your folds in an attempt to ease the stretch and make it more bearable.

Keeping his hips as still as possible, he reaches for the hem of your now sweat-soaked nightgown, lifting it with as much gentleness as he can muster. His eyes trace the path of the fabric as it reveals the slick mess of fluids dripping from where you're joined, the soft curve of your belly, the delicate bounce of your breasts freed from constraint, and finally, your tear-streaked face—beautiful, vulnerable, and utterly his. Guilt flickers through him as he feels himself twitch and grow even harder inside you, despite your pained whimpers.

After tossing the fabric aside, his lips find your neck, pressing slow, deliberate kisses to the spots that make your walls flutter around him, drawing soft, helpless sounds from your lips.

“Once you’re settled in our home on the mainland, you’ll have everything you could ever desire,” he murmurs, hands gliding up to rub gentle circles over your hardened nipples.

“You’ll have servants at your beck and call, and you’ll be free to do whatever you please. No one will dare defy you—no one will even think to.”

The vivid imagery of his words wraps around your mind like a spell, pulling you deeper into him. The sharp discomfort of being stretched begins to ebb, replaced by a dull ache that shifts to faint blooms of pleasure.

“And when you finally swell with my child,” he breathes, tone thick with promise, “I’ll find endless delight in claiming you over and over, until the first light of dawn touches us.”

You flush at the picture of him taking you like this, with your belly round and full with his heir.

He chuckles low against your ear, the sound dark and rich. “Oh? You like that idea, don’t you?”

You huff, landing a light smack on his chest. “Do not tease me,” you protest, voice carrying a hint of authority despite your half-lidded gaze. The sight of you perched on his lap, his cock buried deep inside you, while you fix him with a stern, regal expression befitting a princess is enough to have his hips bucking up to you.

With a strained groan, he crashes his lips against your neck, his cock throbbing almost painfully within your tight walls. “I need you, princess,” he rasps against your skin, barely holding back the urge to thrust up into you.

The pressure of the stretch still lingers, but the sharp pain has melted into pulses of pleasure. You place your hips back, grinding your sensitive nub against his groin, desperate for more. “Please do something,” you plead, hips moving in frantic, clumsy circles, chasing a bliss you don’t know you’re craving.

Sylus doesn’t hesitate. He lowers you back onto the mattress while still buried deep inside you. Propping himself up on his elbows, his gaze locks onto yours as he slowly draws his hips back, leaving only the tip nestled at your entrance. Then, in a single, fluid motion, he sinks back in to the hilt, filling you completely in one long, unrelenting stroke.

You cry out, this time in response to the delicious friction of his cock dragging against your walls. Driven wild by your reaction, he pulls back again, then thrusts deeply into you with another slow, deliberate plunge. A hiss escapes him as the head of his cock presses against your deepest depths.

“You’re doing so good,” he groans, lips brushing over the bruises left by his earlier kisses on your neck. “You’ve been such a darling for me, haven’t you?”

To his twisted delight, you remain incomprehensible, helpless sounds pouring from your kiss-bitten lips as you scramble to steady yourself by gripping his shoulders, nails digging painfully into his skin. He’s almost feral at the way your flesh ripples from the impact of each thrust. The princess of Noir, coveted by men all over the realm, now lies beneath him, sweat-slicked, legs spread, and taking his cock so wonderfully. But beyond that, he sees the most perfect queen—one whose unparalleled intellect and sharp wit can stand beside him in his pursuit for power.

Suddenly, he pulls out, and you whine, tears staining your cheeks at the dizzying emptiness. He merely shushes you soothingly before gently turning you over onto your stomach. Before you can garble out a question on what he’s doing, he plunges into you once more, hitting a spot against your front that has you curling your toes and screaming into the sheets.

“I—It feels s—strange again—!” you manage between broken whimpers, each word punctuated by the relentless rhythm of his movements against your sore walls.

“Wanna feel good again, princess?” he murmurs against your ear.

Your answering sob is all the reply you can muster.

Suddenly, you’re hoisted up on your knees, his strong arm wrapping around your waist as his other hand grips your jaw, holding your face up. His thrusts quicken, erratic and desperate, and you gasp as his tongue traces the outer shell of your ear. Then, his hand slides lower, fingers finding the swollen nub above your abused folds. The sudden burst of pleasure at the rubbing motion has you crying out, body tightening as a familiar heat coils low in your belly.

You begin to thrash in his hold at the overwhelming sensations. “Sy—I think—I think I’m—”

“Let it happen, princess, I got you.”

With those words, your hands tangle in his sweat-damp hair as a violent shudder wracks your body, exhausted sobs escaping your lips. His relentless pace doesn’t falter, eyes locked on the harsh bounce of your breasts as he pounds into you from behind, chasing his release. The tight grip of your walls and the slick heat enveloping his cock finally push him over the edge, his thrusts turning shallow and frantic before burying himself deep with a final, forceful motion, spilling his seed inside you.

Sylus takes a moment to catch his breath, pressing soft, chaste kisses along your shoulders.

“You alright, princess?”

You don’t respond.

Confused, he gently tilts your head back, only to find your peaceful, sleeping face, soft snores escaping your lips. He huffs a small laugh. How adorable.

Carefully, he shifts against the headboard, settling you onto him with his half-hard cock still nestled inside, twitching faintly. Draping your legs over his knees, he starts massaging your inner thighs, soothing the soreness he knows must be there.

A series of sharp knocks echoes through the room.

“This is the chamberlain. I must confirm that the consummation rites have been fulfilled for your marriage to be deemed legitimate by the Grand Temple.”

Sylus scowls, eyes scanning over your sleeping form. “Can’t this wait in the morning?”

“This is necessary to eliminate any possibility of deceit in performing the rites.”

“Damn uptights,” he mutters. Then, a smirk plays at the corner of his lips. “Well, come in then.”

The door swings open, revealing the old chamberlain in his faded temple robes, his attention fixed on his ledger. He mumbles the schedule for the following day as he approaches the bed. When he finally looks up, expecting to see the usual ruffled, soaked sheets, he freezes, almost stumbling backward in shock.

You—the cherished Noir princess, known for your beauty and headstrong grace—lie exhausted, nestled against the imposing form of the feared Onichynus general behind you. His scarlet eyes glint as he sucks a mark onto the side of your neck, and beneath you, his impressive girth disappears into your swollen, intimate folds, generous amounts of your combined essences coating his base.

“This is evidence enough, no?” Sylus taunts, sneaking in a shallow thrust up to you, drawing a soft, breathless whine from your throat.

The chamberlain stammers, his words fumbling as he backs toward the door.

“Y—Yes, the rites are confirmed. Good night,” he rushes out in a single breath before slamming the door behind him.

Chuckling, Sylus pulls his sleeping wife closer, placing a tender kiss on your temple. You’ll need the rest for the long journey ahead, and for whatever adjustments await you back on the mainland.

But, in the end, none of that matters.

He’s just grateful to have found his beloved kitten again.

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