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cvixmei

f/24/1999

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Choi San 18+

𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 choi san 18+

"if i'm the bad wolf, you have to the moon. cause no one makes me howl the way your body does."

 Choi San 18+
 Choi San 18+
 Choi San 18+

"The release came too fast, too powerful. The pleasure seemed to be ruining. It made you subconsciously try to push him away, to slow his actions down but no use. He was unmoved. And at that moment, you realized the meaning behind his name “mountain”. It wasn't just a name. It was a warning."

☟ synopsis : ever since your boyfriend has gotten his new tattoo - beautiful moon phases climbing up his spine - you always fail to keep your composure when looking at it. it draws you to touch it, drag your fingers, nails, tongue... however, the worst mistake you made was letting san see your poor self-control. now, he makes sure to always use his new card in this game of "who gives up first."

☟ pairing : san x f!reader

☟ genre : smut, one-shot

☟ warnings : explicit language, teasing, ass slapping, unprotected sex, thigh riding, fingering, commands, dick riding, big size, f! struggles to take it, mirror sex, back scratches, missionary, rough sex, penetration, breeding.

☟ words : 4k

 Choi San 18+

NOTE : When I saw his back and the tattoo during mama performance, trust me, the sounds I made were inhuman. I will never recover from this. The power he bias wrecked me that moment should be studied :,) this piece is my ode to this tattoo

 Choi San 18+

You failed yet again.

The temptation painted your sight in red while your willpower was at its lowest. In crushing defeat; saying goodnight to your dignity, you reached out your hand and dragged your finger down your boyfriend's naked spine.

You gulped quietly at San’s defined back muscles, now tensing under the touch of your sharp acrylic nail.

You began tracking the lines of his new tattoo. The moon cycle. Nine separate arts spread from his neck down to his slim waist. The work was beautifully done, impressive, and constantly begging you to touch it.

“You're really a fan of my latest whim.” He purred leisurely, stretching like a cat on the bed.

“Whim?” You chuckled. “You planned this tattoo for months.”

San looked so relaxed, laying on his belly as if he was waiting for a massage service. But you had a better idea.

The book you initially wanted to read was finally tossed aside. Positive reviews really made you curious. The plan for this evening was to indulge in the literature and find out if the recommendations were not bullshit.

But then your boyfriend decided to visit you in the late hours just to take off his shirt and spread his whole body on your bed. Apparently, he was tired after dance practice, so he quickly took a shower and went straight to your apartment.

Yeah, right. You had known him for years, and you knew how tired San looked like. The San that was now laying beside you had a lot of energy to spend. And there was no dance practice on Fridays.

“Not true! At first, it was supposed to be drawn only for the awards, you know, part of the lore? But I really liked how it looked. And the decision to make it real was sudden!"

“Fine.” You smiled at his cute indignation. “I'm happy that it's real, actually.”

“Why is that?”

His head rested on his hands, facing away from the spot where you sat. You used that opportunity of being out of his sight and of his guard being down.

The wickest giggle escaped your chords, “Cause now I can do this.”

You leaned over his lower back, right beyond the first tattoo of waning crescent moon. He twitched at the touch of your tongue, shamelessly climbing up his bare spine.

“Fuuuck, baby.” He whined somewhat relieved, as if he waited for that exact move of yours.

Not caring that you probably danced to his tune, you were now making your way back down with slow and juicy kisses. San’s whole body began waving at the tingling sensation. His body temperature rose rapidly. You could feel it through the thin skin of your lips.

Every single tattoo had its lines carefully traced with your tongue and then adorned with an invisible mark of your mouth. San was yours, all yours to enjoy.

Your boyfriend loved it with every fiber of his body. You could tell by the way he subconsciously hummed the melody of pure bliss. You could see it by how his sun kissed skin covered with goosebumps and how his body rose and fell from deeper and faster breathing.

You repeated the route a few times before reaching for his neck to bury your face in it. Inhaling his intoxicating smell; a mixture of soap, shampoo, and pheromones, you caused your own mind to spin.

Touching, kissing, and smelling that man was enough to make the muscles around your entrance grow tighter. You felt yourself getting incredibly wet.

“Baby
” He gasped when your teeth softly grabbed his earlobe.

His desperate pleas made you inhale sharply. You would have given him the heads of his enemies just to hear him whimper like that again.

“Hmm?”

“Promise you won't leave me grinding my dick onto your sheets like that.” Oh, his needy whines were truly to die for.

Your eyes wandered down his glistening spine right onto his shaply bottom. Slight circling movements of his hips made the cockiest smile crawl onto your mouth.

“So impatient.” You hummed.

His plump asscheeks had your head in the whirl. You needed that ass moving like that between your legs. Your cunt cried sweet tears when your head filled with the vision of San using his trained pelvis to thrust his way inside you.

You groaned in his ear, pleased at the sound that his sin worthy cheek made at the abrupt contact with your hand.

“You little shhhhit.” He hissed in full arousal at the sudden surprise and now the prickling skin.

“Oh apologies, my moon prince.” You pouted with fake guilt. To ease his abused ass, you grabbed a handful of his flesh and gave it a proper massage.

Using this opportunity, you pushed him more and more against the mattress, and you went back to teasing his neck, ear, and temple.

“Moon prin
ah fuuck.” He had no chance to ask you to elaborate on his new nickname. The new, deepened friction between his hardening cock and your satin sheets sent electric waves up his body. It reached all his nerves, which woke up just to act stupid from all the delightful stimulations.

San shifted his head to your side. The pillow traces on his cheek made you want to kiss it. But you focused on his hazy eyes and parted lips, drying up from needness.

“You're cruel, you know?” He whispered.

You laid down next to him, face to face. Obsessed, your hand never let go of his ass, groping and squeezing the plum. You stopped pushing his pelvis down. However, San kept grinding, now deeper and more aggressive.

“Look who's talking.” You teasingly licked his lips. “I had plans for this evening but you stormed into my room, exposing your beautiful chest, broad shoulders and slutty waist while wearing these black thin shorts.”

His smirk said it all.

“You're well aware that the outlines of your thighs are enough to make me drip, yet here you are.” You scoffed in frustration. ”And now that damn tattoo
”

San shifted to lay on the side, chest against chest with you. You were pulled closer to him by having your waist embraced by his strong arm, the other slid under your head to stop you from leaving.

You had no chance to react when your night dress got pulled up your hips. In a brutal way, your thong got ripped off you. There was not a chance to say anything since he immediately pushed his knee between your rubbing thighs.

“You're right.” He chuckled, feeding on your loud gasps. “I just love to see you struggle to contain yourself around me.”

San didn't have to do anything to have you grind on his thigh. You craved his touch, from the softest to cruelest, all over and inside your body

“San, ah.” You whimpered into his lips as you felt him purposely tensing up his muscles underneath you. The enhanced lines rubbed against you, making every cell in your body vibrate.

You put your hands flat on his chest. His heart beat so fast, chasing the pace of your pulse resonating in your head. No language could ever explain how much you needed him. Only your eyes could show him. Only your heat, wetness could make him feel it, and you were absolutely soaked, so much you heard squelched noises getting louder with every grind. Your shame was gone. All that mattered was a release granted to you by this beautiful man.

Your lips were brushing, noses rubbing, you breathed each other's air. The teasing, who gives up first and kisses the other, built up the tension to the point it was palpable. But the need to indulge in your taste made San lose the duel.

At first, he gently bit on your lower lip as if it was a fruit, and he wanted to see if it was ripe enough to be fully devoured.

“Pure sweetness.” He murmured with a low tone.

The moment your lips interlocked, San became braver with his actions. He stroked his hardness against your soft womb but it was your taste, scent, your closeness, the way your eyes shone and your pussy called for him that brought him to the edge of losing control. He swallowed your moans and let go only when you couldn't catch a breath from the crushing bliss.

“You're so loveable, (y/n).” He spoke as much as his own problems with breathing allowed him to. He was so hard it almost hurt, and you were so
 “So touchable, irresistible. And so damn fuckable.”

“San-” You were close. His arm around your waist tightened, resulting in him fully controlling the speed of your movements.

“You'll be a good girl for me, won't you?” He growled into your lips. “I also planned this evening, you know. To pump you full, to the brim. To sit you down on my cock and watch you struggle to take it. I need that tattoo scratched with your nails. You hear me?”

The ecstasy chased you, but it was his words that tipped the scale. The fog covered your sight, and the sensation made your head fall back.

“Let's prepare you for the ride, shall we?”

San made a space between your drained folds and his wet, sticky thigh, and he slid his hand. His two digits found your entrance without a problem. Feeling them entering you, switching from stimulating your clit to pushing your sweet spot, you were done.

“Oh fuck, fuck yes.” You cried, banging at his broad chest.

San lips attached to your exposed neck, sucking, nibbling on the sensitive skin. That did not disturb him to finger you as his life depended on it.

The release came too fast, too powerful. The pleasure seemed to be ruining. It made you subconsciously try to push him away, to slow his actions down but no use. He was unmoved. And at that moment, you realized the meaning behind his name “mountain”. It wasn't just a name. It was a warning.

And you moaned that name, whined it while tossing and turning in the arms of its owner.

“Hmmm yeeees. Cum for me
 cum cum cum cum.” He led you right into the void of madness.

Waves of pure bliss hit you one after another. He pushed you slightly onto your back and hovered above you. His fingers kept reentering your walls ruthlessly. The pace fastened. San needed to fuck the last ounce of orgasm out of you. He had to see you desperate for more. And you gave that to him, you gave it all.

When your trembling began to fade, he finally withdrew his long fingers. They left your slit with a pop sound as your walls did not want to let them go.

“Mmmm, so satisfying.” He cooed with a smug look on his face.

You were soaked, dripping down on your freshly changed sheets. Only San could bring you to the state like that. Only he was able to work you out.

And he knew it too well. That was why he savored your taste on his tongue each time, collecting your essence from his digits as a reward. This was his ritual with you, and he felt like pulling the knife at any man who would try to take his place.

It was a little embarrassing to cum this hard from a foreplay. He could see it in your face. Oh, he would enjoy holding it against you later, then having you challenge him just so he could prove you the point yet again. Perhaps you wouldn't be this defeated with another man. And that thought alone stroked his ego in all the right directions. The cruel prince had awakened.

While he let you catch a breath, he sat down and took care of his shorts all wet from you and his own precum. They landed next to the shreds that once was a thong.

Nonchalantly, San went back to tower over your recovering body.

“Such a good, good girl you are, (y/n). You make me want to brag about you everywhere I go.” He focused on your lips. “And I think I will. You deserve a big kiss, baby.”

You quietly sobbed at another touch of his lips on yours. San grabbed your jaw to keep you in place so he can fully immerse in you. You grabbed onto him. Arms around his shoulders, legs embracing his waist.

“More.” You whispered weakly, breaking the kiss. “Please.”

With a merciful smirk, San embraced and secured your back. He had no trouble picking you up and sitting down with you in his arms.

“It's your call, baby.” He gently kissed your neck. “I'm all yours.”

It was your turn to move.

His cock deliciously throbbed between your legs, hard and swollen, tip tinted purple. San was more than ready. His eyes demanded you ride him until you were both sweaty messes. He clearly told you what he planned for tonight.

You gave him a few slow strokes and massaged his peak, which he awarded you for with impatient curses. Depending on the position, his length as well as width could be too much for you sometimes.

But you, adjusting to his size, was what he lived for. The tight embrace of your wall required a lot of self-control to not combust immediately. You were a challenge he would never fail to accept.

You raised your hips, teasingly sliding his tip up and down your slit. You trembled anytime it brushed your entrance.

“I know you can take it.” He encouraged you with this annoying amusement in his voice. Oh, how weak you were for this arrogant man.

Placing his hands on your thighs, he gently caressed them, drawing soothing circles with his thumbs. San began to watch the show as you welcomed him inside.

“Of fuck.” You hissed at the stretch. Supporting yourself on his shoulders didn't help. You sucked him in on your own.

The air abruptly left his lungs as your pussy graced his manhood with the first silkiest hug tonight. He wanted to act tough, intimidating with his cocky smile, but you felt like heaven.

San fought hard. You whetted his big appetite. He wished he had taken the matters in his hands, but he couldn't just pin it to you. Also, where was the fun in that? He preferred to watch you cry and struggle as he sunk deeper inside your warmth, inch by inch, without mercy.

“Shit, you're sooo tight.” He gasped out at how you began working on suck him dry.

Possessed with pleasure, San waited until you got more comfortable with his size. And the moment he felt you loosened and the relief ghosted your face, he knew he could push into you fully.

You shook on your whole body when he moved his hips up and finally reached his goal.

“Ruude.” You whimpered, feeling absolutely intoxicated all stuffed like that.

While you tried to gather your thoughts, San released your breasts from the night dress and buried his face in their plush. He inhaled the pure scent of your bare skin. You smelled sweet and spicy, exactly like your personality.

“You know me. I like being rude.” He smirked. “And I know you. You like it too.”

He was right. The struggle was real, but even that provided you with indescribable bliss. And now, when you engulfed him fully, the satisfaction was out the roof.

San firmly put his hands on your hips and moved them without a word of warning.

Waves of delight washed upon you when his tip swept over your sweet spot, “Waaait, I- ne-ed to aah!”

But he didn't listen. He couldn't stop, not with you taking him so well, not when you were dripping all over his thighs.

Under his control, you felt him reach new depths with every grind. Setting the pace, he didn't need to lead you anymore. The fullness you felt was driving you crazy. You put your head on his shoulder, hands on his back, and you rode him, deep and starving.

“If I'm your moon prince. Then what does that make you? My moon?” He asked out of nowhere as if he wasn’t just penetrating the deepest corners of your womanhood and making you lose your senses.

You couldn't answer. You could not form a single word.

“Hmm?” He was stubborn, despite swallowing his own moans. “Are you my moon?”

You mumbled something. The force his dick rubbed on your sweet spot took away your ability to think, let alone speak. You felt every beat in his veins. But San needed you to play along.

A juicy smack landed on your ass, “Are you?”

You mustered a little will to answer his demands, “Ye-es.”

He kissed your collar bone gently, which clashed with the treatment you received somewhere else.

“Then let me howl at you the whole night.”

With these words, his arms embraced your waist and shifted your whole weight onto himself. You were lifted up a little bit, enough so he had space to pound on you as freely as he could.

San began claiming you, rough and madly. His hips moved underneath you while his eyes studied every emotion on your face.

“Look at yourself.” He breathed out. “Look how cute you are, melting around my dick like that.”

Ah, yes. The mirror in front of your bed.

San never failed to remind you about it when you were getting intimate. He never failed to use it as a tool.

You didn't hang it there to watch yourself getting demolished. There was really no other place in your room to put this big mirror you bought on a very beneficial sale. But ever since you brought San in your apartment, the reflection stopped being associated with only checking your appearance.

You raised your half shut eyes at your face. You stared at how pathetic you were and how much you didn't care about it. You watched your features contorted in delight when San reached deeper and now was hitting your cervix unforgivably. You heard your own cries from the power, tears rolling down your cheeks. It felt so good, unearthly good.

The moment the frequency of your walls’ spasm grew, he sat you down on his cock again, burying his whole face in your neck. Now both your bodies rocked back and forth.

“It's too much.” You pinned your nails into his back and dragged them against his skin.

San cursed between hisses, making you look at the marks you just made. There was no blood, but the lines were getting bright red.

The was something about the way his wide back muscles moved while holding you tight, fucking you mindlessly. You focused on the tattoo that started it all. It worked on you like a flame on a moth. Every little thing pushed you closer and closer to the point of breaking. The way his body felt under your touch, how it moved with one goal - to have you scream.

He smelled like a late summer day, despite the outside weather being cold. The sweet sound he moaned into your ear made your whole existence buzz.

“I can't hold it anymore.” You informed him breathlessly. “I'm about to cum. But I can't
I can't
”

That position, despite allowing him to penetrate you the deepest, tended to exhaust you. San could tell it, by the way your movements slowed down compared to your need for release. Gladly, he had more strength than enough to take care of you.

He, himself, needed you to sob his name as he took you like an animal. San had nothing against slow, passionate sex but with you, it was simply impossible. You occupied his mind every second of the day. There were many nights he spent alone due to tours and busy schedules, sleepless nights, spent on quietly moaning out your name as his drenched cock throbbed in his hand. So when he finally had you in his arms, he let all the hunger out. San couldn't get enough of you. Calling it addiction would've been an understatement. You were his object of worship.

With the sudden overflow of motivation, he effortlessly changed your position that would allow him to give his goddess the finish she deserved. Your weakening body was laid down on its back. His pride did not slide out of you, even for a moment.

“Baby...” You called for him, but all you received was a glance, a momentary view of his eyes that were like the ones of a wild wolf.

San pulled your hips up to fuck you in the most suitable angle. His firm grasp kept you in place. The next goal was to set the pace that was going to have you cumming in seconds.

His elastic pelvis graced you with powerful yet skillful thrusts. His tip attacked your sensitive center, not letting it rest. You got even wetter, slicker to the point he didn't feel when he was going in and out of you.

“San, I'm
” You gasped, not able to make a sound. The control over your body belonged to San.

You broke beneath him.

The extreme heat accumulated in your abdomen exploded, flooding you from head to toes. Your sight blurred, heart pounded in your chest. The loud cries from the indescribable pleasure overcame any other sound in the room. There was no way to stop the severe trembling. It was too much. He was too much for your fragile, sensitive body to handle all this differently. You shattered into small pieces around him. And you would do it again and again.

San leaned above you with his hands on both sides of your head. You saw the sweat dripping down his neck and chest, and it drove you insane.

“My balls prepared a nice load for my moon.” He grunted with trouble. “And you will take it all. Every drop.”

His command, like a charm, had your cramping walls grab onto the base of his cock, their fast pulse forcely ripped the orgasm out of him.

“Ah fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!” He whined, shooting his rich load inside you. You accepted his throbs and spasms like a reward, with pure bliss.

San took his time, sliding in and out, painting your walls in white with his essence. Loud curses and moans leaving his throat were a reminder that you absolutely belonged to him.

“Fuck baby, the way you tighten around me when you cum...” He groaned, melting over the satisfying sensation. “Paradise.”

You embraced him with so much appreciation and love when he laid on you, forbidding him from exiting you.

He looked at your closed eyes and their teary corners. He studied your parted lips that he wanted to kiss constantly. You were so perfect, all wasted like that.

To calm you both down, he leaned to the side and began caressing your neck with lazy smooches. Your quiet, adorable little moans in response to his affection made the blood rush in his veins again.

“More.” He whispered desperately in your ear. “I need
more.”

He paid closer attention to your bare breasts. They called for him, bouncing slightly as he began to move his hips in circles. Your erected buds hardened, caught in his skillful lips. Body decided for you. It yearned for him once more.

“Baby
” You entangled your fingers in his black hair, feeling him slowly thickening inside you.

“There is still so much I wanna do to you. I'm so horny for you, baby.” His raspy, sultry tone was enough to make your pussy flutter. And he felt that with every ounce of his being. There was no better feeling than your desire for him.

The art on his back crossed your spinning mind. You found the culprit of this insatiability.

“Damn you, tattoo.” You giggled. “I really wanted to read that book tonight.”

He lined up his face with yours and gave you that well-known, disarming smile with dimples that had you and all his fans go weak in the knees.

Little did you know, the tattoo you were now cursing wasn't his "latest whim". The moment he saw your eyes shine at the drawn one, he immediately decided to have it forever engraved on his skin. Now San had his own little trick to keep your full attention on no one else but him.

 Choi San 18+

@nateezfics @hazysan 💋

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the standing on your ex husband’s porch, four glasses of wine deep, kind of cold. you’ve been standing outside for borderline five minutes, but you know he’s home.

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locking the door behind you he winces, rubbing his eyes trying to remember what day of the week it is. “is it my weekend to have her?”

her being your daughter, satoru’s beloved angel — the only other girl he’s ever loved besides you.

loved. past tense.

he swears he’s still inlove with you but you never believed it. you hated gojo satoru, but that’s just what you wanted yourself to think. he’s been trying to break down this wall of resentment for months, after all it’s been almost a year since you two split.

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gojo could breathe easy knowing his daughter isn’t here, he didn’t want her to him like this; drunk, that is.

you watched as he disappears into the kitchen, taking your coat and shoes off, leaving them in familiar places.

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he comes back with a bottle in one hand and two crystal glasses in the other, staring blankly before asking again, “why are you here?”

the silence was loud enough, it was actually the most you two have spoken in the past year.

—

“do you miss me?” smirking with the tilt of his head he rests his head in his palm, eyes flickering between you and the full shot in front of you. the two of you playing a variation of truth or drink.

“satoru
don’t do this to me.” you face palm.

“i know you do, but if your ego is too big to admit it then take it.” slender fingers slide the glass your way, you could see your reflection in the liquid, and god, you look guilty.

speaking of looks, if they could kill you’d be a dead woman. the way he looks back at you across the table reminds you of all of the reasons you crave gojo satoru.

you took the shot, quickly too. it burned going down almost lighting your body on fire in a self-sabotaging way. he found pleasure in watching you not admitting the blatant fact.

“you deny it but it’s true,” standing, he downs the contents of his glass mid-sentence, making you both somewhat even in intoxication.

the ‘clink’ of him setting his glass down next to yours echos as he’s now moved from sitting across to standing in front of you.

“ ‘m sure there a lot you miss about me, hmm?” his hands slide between your hair and skin, four out of five digits resting on the nape of your neck, his thumbs brushing against your cheek.

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to be fair, manipulation and persuasion are not the same to him. he never told you to come over, but then again he could’ve called you an uber and sent you back home
that would’ve been the ‘right’ thing to do.

unfortunately for you everything that comes to mind in the head of gojo satoru is right.

you nod shyly, listening to each saccharine word that leaves his lips.

“c’mon wifey, it’s been so long” the nickname filled your chest, heavy. suddenly it was impossible to move from where you sat. “i’m seeing someone..” a hand, on his chest as a half-assed attempt to defy him.

—

“s-satoru!” you sound so cute under him, clawing at his sheets. that little confession did something to him, made him want to punish you in the most primal way.

seeing someone? oh that’s not happening, not as long as he’s breathing will you ever be with another man. you’ll always be his pretty, little, obedient wife, who spreads her legs for him any time he pleases.

after all you’re still legally married. gojo refused to sign the divorce papers you sent him and eventually you stopped trying.

you could feel a vibrating pulse within the sheets, it was your phone ringing at a time like this.

“hello?” he answers the phone mid-fuck. “oh well if it isn’t your little boyfriend? i’m in the middle of fucking your girl silly, clearly you haven’t been doing it right..”

his pace increases to a gruelling pace, and each thrust clapping against your ass, and it was fucking loud. “fuck! satoru please—! hang uuuuuup.” your begging only fuelled the fire, you needed to know who you belong to and so did your boy toy on the other line.

gojo can’t help but chuckle pridefully, watching you impaled on his cock, but he needed to hear it. no, the sounds of you practically crying while he fucked you wasn’t enough. he wants to hear you beg for him, praise him even. like a god.

“let him hear it wifey â™ĄïžŽâ€ he frees a hand by placing the phone next to your head.

“tell him how much,” thrust. “you need your husband’s cock.” thrust. “i fuck so much better than him don’t i ?” thrust. “awe.. you cryin’?”

“need it—! want it satoru! you’re so— hahh! —good!” he was made to torture you like this, fucking you dumb into his mattress while making you spew naughty things for him.

you could feel his speed getting aggressive. beads of sweat falling down his toned tummy to his v-line, the two of you making a sticky mess from being skin to skin. you couldn’t think, mind hazy and full of him.

“fuuuuuck, how about i stuff you full? maybe i should give you another baby, ‘nother reason to be attached to me.” the hypnosis in his voice casts you further under his spell as he grunts sweet nothings into you ear while he pounded your pussy.

“love it,” you growl into his pillows. “i love you satoru! cumming
i’m cumming, please let me cum—” you could only focus on the high washing over your body as your legs begin trembling, muscles spazzing at your arousal tipping over the edge.

your desperation is music to his ears, his lust turning uncontrollable as he assaults your cunt fucking you hard, and deep. at this rate he’ll get you pregnant.

“cum for me, cum with me— shit!” he drawls, gritted through his teeth, bottoming out in his favourite fucking pussy. this feeling will never get old, fucking you will never not be his favourite pastime.

meanwhile the overstimulation teasing your cunt made you that much wetter, and tighter for him. you couldn’t take it anymore, you need it — need his seed sopping out of you. you didn’t even care about your boyfriend who was still listening to this live porn. gojo’s rewired that wondering brain of yours. back to him, in this house, on his bed, fucking his cock.

you might just even take him back.

his pleasure builds as he pumps into your cunt a few more times, before emptying inside of you. you could feel it, cunt full of him. his body collapses on top of yours fingers intertwining on your hands while you both catch your breath.

“she’s not coming home.” the line cuts.

 CASE OF THE EX

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1 year ago

dads bsf nanami smut fic?

Seducing your dad’s best friend

nanami kento x fem! reader

cw: smut, oral (m receiving), self control nanami to dom! nanami, breeding, cum swallowing, mirror sex, degradation, choking

Dads Bsf Nanami Smut Fic?

Nanami knows he shouldn’t want you. But the way you tease him when he comes over. Your ass barely clad in those pink fluffy shorts and your pert nipples visible through your short white crop top. Acting so surprised when you see him, your lips curling up into a sweet smile. “Hi Kento”

You knew exactly what you were doing.

The first week Nanami came over, you simply watched from afar. Finding his massive frame so attractive and fantasizing about him on top of you. Your hand down your panties as you touched yourself to the thought.

By the second week, you were a bit braver. Striking up conversations with the blond man and always cornering him with a clueless smile. Giving him subtle compliments like he smelled really nice or you liked his shirt.

A few months in, you were making it so obvious that you wanted the man, your hand brushing against him inappropriately or bending down in front of him knowing you had no panties under your skirt. Accidentally plopping yourself onto his lap when your dad wasn’t around and whispering seductively into his ear.

Now you’re making it impossible for him with the way you’re swaying your hips sexily when you walk. Waiting for your dad to leave the room before you’re pretending to drop something in front of him, your shorts riding up even further when you bend to pick it up. His dick was straining in his pants, and he finds himself in the guest bathroom trying to make it less visible.

But you don’t stop there, “accidentally” walking in despite having your own bathroom. A tight pair of black lace lingerie hugging your curves while barely containing your assets. Nanami gulped hard, lips parting to let out a small breath as his cock grew painfully harder.

“Oh! Sorry Kento, didn’t know you were in here.” you laughed. “But since you are, how does this look on me?”

You did a little spin for him, your lip between your teeth as you looked up at him with wide eyes. “You like it?”

Nanami’s eyes darkened, his breathing speeding up as a smirk graced his face. “You’re really making this hard for me ya know.” he sighed. Your smile widening as you blinked your long lashes at him with an innocent head tilt. “Am I?”

Nanami swears he couldn’t take it.

The way you sank to your knees in front of him, his hips backed up against the counter as you worked his zipper down. His hand veins protruding as he gripped the counter’s edge.

He groaned as your smaller hand struggled to wrap around his cock, stroking softly before kissing his leaking red tip. You smiled up at him, your eyes sparkling with mischief as you sped up the pace of your fist. Rotating your wrists in half circles as you moved it up and down his length.

“Fuck.” Nanami cursed, his head falling back before he’s watching with parted lips as you took him into your mouth. Blinking up at him and holding eye contact as you allowed his dick to reach down your throat. Bobbing your head with each swirl of your tongue.

And he’s so turned on he could cum right then. Your mouth was so warm and tight around him, your tongue trailing up the distinct vein on his cock before you were switching to your hand again. “Been wanting to do this for so long,” you giggled, “you taste even better than i expected daddy.”

His dick throbbed in your hold, a loud grunt sounding from his chest. “You’re a real classic, huh? Does your dad know his daughter’s such a slut?”

You pouted, slowing down the movement of your hand to the point where he was groaning desperately with heavy breaths. Your strokes coming to a complete stop as you smirked. “Hmm, looks like you don’t want to cum.” you shrugged, blinking up through your lashes, “Do you wanna cum, daddy?”

Nanami’s face stayed emotionless as he cleared his throat. This was good. You shouldn’t have been doing this anyway. “No. Get up, this is wrong.”

“Are you sure?” you questioned, squeezing his cock lightly and pulling out another groan.

“I’m sure.” his deep voice rasped out sternly, trying to pull away from the amazing feeling of your hand.

Nanami’s knees buckled when you began stroking him at an even faster pace than before. Closing your mouth around his tip and letting your swollen lips suck harshly as you messily fucked him with your spit filled fist.

The man could not help the constant groans vibrating in his chest, his bottom lip between his teeth as his hold on the marbled tile tightened. His body trembling lightly and his abs tensing beneath his shirt as he cursed out, watching as you absolutely dominated his cock. Letting go of his wet tip with a pop before sticking out your tongue, your eyes meeting his again while your hand never slowed its torture.

“God- you’re driving me fucking insane—” he moaned out, warm ropes of his cum spilling onto your awaiting tongue. You only hummed with a grin as the sticky substance slid down your throat, running your finger over your lip to collect any remaining before licking it clean.

Standing up with you pressed your body up against him, going onto the tips of your toes and placing a sloppy kiss to his lips, not caring that he could taste himself. You ran your nailed finger along his jawline, your lips barely reaching his ear as you whispered. “Do you wanna fuck me daddy?”

Nanami internally cursed himself at how much he did want to fuck you. His cock still rock hard against your skin when he groaned. Looking down at you with darkened eyes before his hands made their way to your waist.

You yelped when you were roughly turned around. Nanami bending you over the counter and wasting no time before he was running a finger along your folds. “You’re fucking soaked just from sucking my cock.”

You whimpered, “Mhm, wet just for you daddy.”

Nanami scoffed, lining up his cock with your sopping cunt while landing a hard smack to your ass. His fingers gripping into your flesh as he thrusted into you with no warning. A mewl filling the bathroom as he forced his thick girth all the way in. “Nngh- so deep,”

Nanami’s cock twitched at how perfect your pussy was. His head falling back with a sharp breath when you shook your ass on him. “Really are a fucking slut aren’t you.” he breathed. His hands finding their way to your hips so he could hammer into you.

Pulling out strings of loud moans from your lips as his cock slammed against your gummy walls. Fat tip kissing your g spot roughly with each thrust. You let out a shaky cry, Nanami’s hand reaching to pull your head up. Holding you to make eye contact with your teary reflection, your tits bouncing lewdly as you drooled from your constant noises.

“God, can’t believe i actually decided to fuck you.” Nanami spat, knowing full well he’s wanted this just as much. “Willing to lose my friendship over your slutty pussy.”

Your babbles increase in volume when Nanami sped up his pace, the sounds of skin slapping mixing with wet squelches making him groan. “Such a dirty girl,” he husked, balls slapping onto your clit each time he bottomed out. “Bet you’ve been dreaming about this for.. fuck— ages.”

Nanami’s eyes met yours in the mirror, smirking when you only gave him an incoherent set of words as an answer. “But this is exactly how you wanted it to play out huh?” he mused, “Teasing me till i couldn’t take it anymore.”

You mewled shakily, Nanami bringing your body up for your back to rest flush against his chest. His hand around your neck like a glove ike a toy as he squeezed tightly. Nanami grunted when you clenched down on him, your knees buckling as your back arched.

“You like that, hmm?”

You nodded, your brain fuzzy as your vision slowly blurred. The feeling of Nanami fucking directly into your spot becoming too much. “Ah— K-kentoooo,” you cried, his thrusts getting sloppy as your wetness drenched his cock.

Nanami squeezed down on your neck while you squeezed down on his cock. His neck bending to whisper deeply into your ear, “So now you’re calling me Kento?”

Your body began to tremble, the coil in your stomach ready to snap as you whimpered endlessly. “‘M s-so.. nnhg— ‘m sorryy. Daddy.. ah— d-daddy,” your breathing speeding up, “‘M gonna cum daddy.”

Nanami could feel your pussy spasming around him, giving you your final hard and quick thrusts as he watched your eyes roll back and mouth fall open.

“Go ahead slut,”

You let out a high pitched scream, Nanami quick to cup a hand over your mouth with the shake of his head. Your pussy drowning his cock in your squirt as you were fucked through your high.

The man cursed, his abs tensing and his breaths getting heavier. Going to pull out of you before your hand reached back to latch onto his body. “Uh uh— hah.. wan’ it inside.”

“Can’t say i’m surprised,” Nanami groaned, burying his throbbing cock deep in your pussy before spilling spurts of his cum into you. Painting your walls in a sticky white. You smiled with a soft moan of satisfaction.

Meeting his eyes in the mirror once more as he slowly pulled out of you. His cum messily coating your folds while running down your legs.

You turned to wrap your arms around the man’s torso. Feeling all his broad muscles against you when he stiffened. Letting out a short giggle, you sighed. “Thank you daddy.”

1 year ago

Ꚅ 『A Bumpy Ride』 Ꚅ

 A Bumpy Ride

Geto Suguru x Reader

18+ Minors - DNI

Summary: AU. A long miserable car ride on vacation end ups with you keeping your boyfriend Suguru's cockwarm in a car full of his friends, among other chaos. CW: cockwarming, unprotected sex, public sex, car sex, slight voyerism, cream pies, Geto being extra fucking horny lmfao. WK: 7.1k Song inspo: Ayo - Chris Brown & Tyga Slightly Black female coded but no descriptors.

A/N: This low key a crack fic lmfao. It first started from me wanting to have Y/N cockwarming on public transit but then these vape hits starting hittin back and I came up with this idea. Also I wrote 90% of this fic 2 months ago and I think my writings improved a bit since then. I fixed it in some places but I just needed this not to be haunting my drafts anymore so sorry if its bad haha.

Enjoy!

 A Bumpy Ride

This was absolutely the last time Gojo was allowed to plan anything, let alone a vacation (he could still pay for it though). 

For Golden Week, Gojo had booked all of you a villa on an Okinawa resort his parents had recommended. However, after a 2.5 hour plane ride from Tokyo and another 45 minute boat ride to a nearby island you all realized the resort did NOT do pier pickups. 

Furthermore, given it was peak season all the rental cars and drivers on the island were already booked.

The trip wasn’t starting out as the ideal luxurious vacation Gojo promised at all. 

Your flight this morning was as at the ass crack of dawn so you were all tired and starving on top of it being a whopping 90 humid-as-fuck-degrees outside.

There was no way in hell you guys were walking with all your shit in this heat as it was over a 2 hour walk to the other side of the island where your villa was.

So when a kind old farmer offered to let you use his van free of charge after overhearing your plight you all were more than grateful. 

(Which tbh, the whole pier heard as it was mostly everyone verbally jumping Gojo for being such a dumbfuck and not arranging a rental/pickup ahead of time).

That’s how you ended up in the very back of a sugarcane farmer’s old rusty ass van.

Currently, you were squished between luggage as the only seatbelt that worked in the back was the middle seat. You sat in your boyfriend Suguru’s lap and he wrapped his arms around you as a makeshift seatbelt. 

You were the only two dating on the trip so it just made sense for you both to be in the back and you on his lap. 

Nanami and Shoko were in the row in front of you and Sukuna and Choso in front of them. 

That left Toji and Gojo in the driver and passenger seats respectively. The both of them completely ripping each other's heads off about directions.

Truly, no one wanted those two up front together but Gojo had called ‘shotty’ and Toji was the only one with a license who actually knew how to drive a stick and handle a big ass van like this. 

All in all the vacation so far was a real shitshow.

The van itself was so old the seats were scratched up and peeling. Of course the A/C didn’t work either causing the musty stench of the van to become more apparent in the heat.

No bluetooth, but thankfully the radio did work. Although the only station available was playing old-timey island tunes. 

To top it off, the paint stripped frame shook violently over every small bump on the dusty island dirt roads making Suguru hold you even tighter so you didn’t fly out of his lap. 

You really thought the van could give out at any moment and leave your group stranded but Toji assured you all it would last the 40 more minutes or so you needed to get to the other end of the island as long as dumbass Gojo would stop fucking up the Y!J maps directions with his “short cuts”.

As expected Toji’s snark only started another fight and it was way too hot and miserable in the rickety sweatbox of a vehicle to suffer through the heat on top of the two of them.

“Sorry about them babe.” Suguru whispered in your ear, giving you a light kiss to your temple.

You hadn’t been dating Suguru long, just 3 months and this was your first trip away with him. Also the first time you’ve spent more than a few hours with him and all his friends. You had been surprised but glad when he invited you along.

“I’d say they aren’t always like that but
” Suguru trailed off with a sigh and shook his head. 

You smiled. 

You didn’t mind. 

You were honestly just happy to be able to get away with your hot boyfriend. It wasn’t often both you nor him weren’t busy with work as new college grads and you wouldn’t even be able to afford any of this if it wasn’t for Gojo’s rich ass. 

“S’ok”, you replied, turning to give him a peck on the cheek and resting your hands over his own that were secured around you.

“I'm just happy to be here with you Sugu,” you beamed at him. 

Suguru returns your smile and leans over to give you another kiss, this time on the forehead.

“Awe, look at the love birds, too cute”, Shoko teased, turning around in her seat to make sarcastic googly eyes at you both. 

Suguru just rolled his eyes as you blushed.

Moment ruined. 

“No really though
How did you get such a cute and cool girlfriend Sugu?”

Shoko pondered, ignoring Suguru’s rising irritation. 

“You know Y/N, we always thought him and Toru would hook up. Good job bagging him!”

Shoko gave you a wink and a thumbs up. 

Suguru was now glaring daggers at Shoko for her to shut the hell up and stop embarrassing him. 

“I lost „15,000 on that bet.”

Sukuna chimed in grumbling as he swiped through Tinder to scope out all the resort thotties Gojo had promised would be on the island. 

“Actually, you lost „30,000- ”

Choso reminded him, but his attention was mostly focused on playing Persona 5 Royal on his Switch. 

“-you doubled down that within two weeks they would crack and end up fucking.” 

Sukuna rolled his eyes.

“A fool and his money are easily parted”

Nanami quickly quipped in, flipping a page of the novel he was reading. He had made quite a sum from Sukuna and loved to rub it in his face every chance he got.

“Watch it four eyes.”

Sukuna growled and reached back to give him the finger.

Nanami didn’t even look up from his book which pissed Sukuna off more.

You couldn’t help but laugh openly at the exchange because at one point you even wondered if Suguru and Gojo had a thing when you first met them. 

In fact, when Suguru had finally asked you on a date you initially assumed Gojo would show up too. It wasn’t until mid date you figured out this was actually a real date, just with him. Your relationship had taken off from there. 

“Regret coming yet?” 

Shoko asked you with a smile seeing how all the other guys in the car but Suguru were arguing.

“Are you kidding? You guys are hilarious!” 

You and Shoko shared a laugh at that.

At that moment though, Suguru was thinking how he actually did feel really lucky to have you as a girlfriend. 

You were easy-going, kind, smart, not to mention the most beautiful girl in his eyes. 

He was nervous Satoru secretly annoyed you too much for you to accept the vacation invite or you would be scared off by Sukuna and Toji’s brashness once you were on the trip. 

But he was impressed how well you fit-in, like you had gone to college with them all too.

It made him love you even more, although he hadn’t actually admitted he loved you yet.

Interrupting his reflection, a particularly harsh bump in the road caused you to pop up out of Suguru’s lap and hit your head on the roof of the van.

“Yo! Watch where the hell you are driving Toji. Y/N hit her head!” 

Suguru yelled, even though he did feel bad as it was partially his fault for daydreaming and not holding you tight enough. “Blame your bestie and his shitty ass directions!” 

Toji sneered. 

“Hey!” 

Gojo and Toji proceeded to argue again.

Ignoring them, Suguru nursed your head with a few pats but you assured him you were ok while you adjusted yourself back on his lap. The action was innocent enough but Suguru still felt his cock twitch as your soft round ass unintentionally grind on him with all your wiggling. 

Suddenly he became very aware of how you were sitting on top of him.

Practically bare assed too.

The baby blue sundress he gifted you for this trip had ridden up almost past your thighs from how much the van was rattling you around. Making your white laced thong (also gifted by him) the only thin barrier you had on separating the two of you.

Of course Suguru still had on his linen shorts but he could still feel your warm body perspire through the thin material as if you were skin to skin.

Your round squishy cheeks sunk deeper into his lap with every bump on the road.

He tried to calm himself down but it was difficult to focus on anything else when the perfumed notes of vanilla and jasmine wafting off of you were also making him light headed.

Suguru cursed himself for buying you the dress. It was slightly big on you. The spaghetti straps were a lil too loose, falling down your arm. 

You had long since given up on adjusting them, the action being futile with how the van jostled you around. But your fallen straps gave Suguru a great view of your tits.

Damn. 

Suguru swallows hard. 

You weren't even wearing a bra which allowed him to get a peak of your nipples every time the van shook hard enough to jiggle your tits slightly up out of your dress.

Fuck!

He felt pathetic the way his body was reacting. 

But what could he do? 

Suguru hadn’t really seen you, let alone fucked you in nearly a week.

He had worked overtime at his dumbass job so he could fully take Golden Week off on vacation with you without having to take work calls or answer emails.

But the price Suguru paid was catching up with him as every jolt the old van took had you bouncing on his cock. 

God, he had been wanting to fuck you since he saw you this morning and there was at least 30 more minutes of this sweet torturous hell until you arrived at the villa.

Suguru tried to shift his gaze away from your tits but the luggage surrounding you both blocked your views of any outside scenery. Only the beautiful sight of his sexy curvaceous girlfriend on top of him was all he had to fill his view. 

His sight finally landed on your lips but even the way you moved your mouth was turning him on as you innocently smiled and spoke to Shoko about your favorite TV show.

Shit. 

Suguru could only think about how great those lips felt wrapped around his cock.

He loved how you looked blissed out just from sucking dick. The delicious vibrations from your moans would travel through him when you took him to the hilt like the good girl you always were for him. 

“Goddammit. Think about anything else Suguru, you aren’t some fucking virgin!” 

His inner voice chastised him.

Suguru tried to think of ice baths. 

Cold winters. 

His old wrinkly bitch of a chemistry teacher from way back in high school. 

But it wasn’t working. 

This humid ass van, his insufferable friends, his withdrawals from you, combined with your body heat and the van making you unintentionally dry hump him had his already low and overworked resolve rapidly crumbling.

He was definitely fully hard now.

Suguru prayed you didn’t notice but there was no way you wouldn’t notice the huge bulge you were sitting on.

Suguru was anything but small in size, especially bricked up like this.

You tried to hold back a nervous smile and you continued your conversation with Shoko.

However you did admittedly start to feel a little bad for him.

You knew how down bad your boyfriend was for you. 

You and Suguru had sex almost every single day and on days he wasn’t fucking you he was asking for pics. 

Your tits, ass, pussy, hell he even asked you to send your armpit over snapchat once. 

It didn’t matter where you were either. 

Work, restaurants, running regular errands, Suguru wanted the naughtiest pic you could get away with taking at that very moment. 

Hell, you almost had to lie to your boss and say you had a medical issue when it was questioned why you were running to the bathroom so often during work. 

That said, Suguru had been working so hard the past week so he could go on this trip that he didn’t even have time to badger you for pics. 

From the way he desperately clung to you once you saw him this morning at the airport, you half expected him to drag you into the bathroom mid-flight for some mile-high action. 

Little did you know he was fully planning on doing so but as soon as your 6:00 am plane took off he knocked out cold, the full week of overtime finally getting to him. 

He worked so hard to enjoy this vacation with you and even ordered you clothes as gifts.

As a good girlfriend, you want to help him out a bit. Yet the mere thought causes your heart to race.

In front of all his friends? 

You looked around. 

Well, not like they were paying attention to the two of you in the back really.

They were being way too rowdy right now. 

Gojo and Toji were still going at it, Choso was engrossed in playing his game swearing every once in a while when he would mess up and even Nanami breathing right now had Sukuna pissed off making snarky remarks. 

Only Shoko was chatting with you but she was still facing forward and had just pulled out a magazine to flip through.

No harm indulging your boyfriend the tiniest little bit, right? 

You swallowed a noise from escaping as his protruding bulge pushed up into you deeper.

You quivered slightly. 

Suguru was the one with the high sex drive but your body had become accustomed to his needs as they soon became your own.

You missed the stretch and the overwhelming feeling of fullness from him inside of you. 

To hell with it then. 

The van was already bouncing you on him and you both were obviously turned on.

You might as well get off a bit more from it. 

Your mind made up, you arched your back as you leaned forward on the seat in front of you. Slyly you feigned interest in the magazine Shoko had started reading, your legs spread wide on Suguru’s lap.

Rolling your pelvis forward, his dick easily spread your pussy lips through your lace panties, placing your clit directly on this throbbing cock.

You could feel Suguru’s dick straining through his pants as if it could burst through the layers to dig in your core at any moment and you smiled to your self as you continued to rock your hips in a slow and steady motion.

Suguru nearly lost it. 

Were


Were you actually doing this for him?

He thought you would be embarrassed or upset at him given the circumstances.

Yet here you are in this miserable ass van, with all his crazy friends in it, having a casual convo with Shoko all while rutting on his lap like a bitch in heat. 

Suguru admitted he was worried at one point his high sex drive or fetishes would scare you off. 

But you always sent him every pic of you he requested with enthusiasm, keeping up with him without complaint. 

If Suguru wasn’t sure he loved you before, he was positive he did now. 

Suguru made it his mission from this point forward to not only tell you he loved you on this trip, but his cock was going to show you just how much he loved you too.

Slowly Suguru brings his hands from around your waist and slips them up your dress gliding them onto your hips. 

Startled, you flinched slightly as his thumbs pressed circles into your lower back dips, slowly massaging your erogenous zones causing you to squirm on him more. 

Suguru has to bite back a groan but that doesn’t stop him.

Still firmly digging into your hips he brought you down harder with every bump the van took that sent you upwards and also sent the much needed friction into your cunt as you landed on him.

ShitShitShit. 

You started to pant but played it off as the heat as you fanned yourself and made a comment out loud about the unbearable humidity. 

You knew he would respond but not push things this far.

To Suguru’s credit though it's not like he didn’t try to hold himself back but you were being so good for him.

Great even. 

He would have never asked you to give in to his depravity like this and he was eternally grateful that you decided to do so on your own.

Truly, you were really the best girlfriend he could ever ask for. 

That’s why he wanted it to be better for you. 

Suguru wanted to give you pleasure now and reciprocate your energy. He had left his baby without his cock for an entire week and needed to make it up to you. 

Sliding a hand down from your hips, he slips it into your thong to palm your pussy, covering it completely. Not moving yet, just simply cradling your cunt in his firm grasp.

He could feel your swollen clit pulsing on his palm as the van does all the movement for him, rocking you into him.

The action had you trying to sit up again as you stirred, attempting to squeeze your legs together to prevent Suguru from digging his fingers deeper into your cunt.

Nevertheless, your efforts to stop him proved futile as there was no feasible way to keep your legs closed with the way the van was haphazardly tossing you around.

This allows Suguru all of the access he could ever want to your cunt and you knew he planned to make good use of it. 

You bit your lip and shook your head.

Tears welling in your eyes.

This was definitely further than you had planned to go.

“Come on.. Let me feel that pretty pussy baby, it's been too long.” 

Suguru cooed into your ear low enough only for you to hear over the radio, rattling of the van and his friends arguing.

He graciously took the opportunity presented to him and his thumb began to draw slow lazy circles on your clit. 

Your breath hitched and you had to let out slow steady breaths to keep from moaning aloud.

Lost in his single sighted mission to pleasure you, Suguru ignored your protests as he slipped two fingers inside your sopping cunt.

He nuzzled his face into your hair, taking your scent in deeper.

This had to stop. 

It felt amazing but there was no way you could stop from crying out if this kept on.

You were barely able to contain your low whimpers that went seemingly undectected by everyone else but Suguru who was only spurred on by the erotic sounds.

Suguru knew he was playing with fire and he knew you only intended to ease his suffering a little until you all arrived at the villa.

But the thrill of how far he could push you and the challenge to see if he could make you silently cum he took upon himself as he inserted a third finger into you.

Your hand flew to the seat in front of you holding it in a death vice, nearly ripping a piece off of the decaying interior.

Thankfully the cheesy island tunes playing on the radio and noisy shaking of the van were drowning out any of the sloppy sounds that escaped from Suguru’s fingers continuously bullying into your cunt.

“Y/N! Look, isn’t this the show you were talking about?” 

Shoko inquired only turning slightly to lift up her magazine so you could see better and you used that as a much needed excuse to break free from Suguru's fingers. 

You leaned over the seat in front of you completely off his lap and quietly prayed the distance you put between the two of you would be enough space to allow your pervy boyfriend to settle down a bit.

Unfortunately for you, all you really managed to do is make the situation much worse. 

Your lace covered cunt glistening with your fluids was now on full display for Suguru. Right in front of his face too, as the motions of the van lifted your dress.

Any other scenario with you looking as appetizing as you did now would have had Suguru immediately diving-in, face first and mouth opened wide straight into your wet sinful cunt.

But as much as he wanted to tongue fuck you, he needed to be discreet.

You stuttered your words when you felt Surguru slide your thong to the side. You play it off to Shoko like you had momentarily forgotten your thought. 

Reaching a hand back, you flail a bit as you try to swat his hand away from digging into you again. However as you reach down instead of his hand, you feel the tip of his bulbous and leaking cockhead freed from his pants. 

No way. 

Absolutely not.

Has Suguru lost his fucking mind!?!

Dry humping was one thing and fingering alone had crossed the line for you, but there was no way he was about to put his cock inside you, right now, like this. 

In a van full of all his friends.

You wanted to turn back to hiss at him but you knew you very well couldn’t in your position. Suguru rubbed your thighs coaxingly and you knew when you inevitably sat back down you would be impaling yourself on his long veiny cock. 

Strands of your hair stuck to your forehead, sweating from more than just the intense humidity as you tried to figure out a way out of this.

“Hold on to y’er asses, there’s another big pothole coming up. No fucking complaining this time, ya got warning!”

Toji barks.

Suguru took that as his opportunity to return his grasp to your hips and once the van sunk into the pothole he slammed you down onto his length.

“F-FUHCKKK!” 

Your scream was muffled by Suguru’s hand clasping over your mouth. 

Although there was ample warning, there were still collective groans and gripes around the van due to the violent shake from the impact. 

Everyone had been so jostled no one saw your head thrown back in ecstasy with Suguru's hand still over your mouth. Your eyes rolled back into your head and your legs twitched on him.

You were so worked up from the week long cock draught you had from your boyfriend and the forbidden rush of literally doing something so deranged and nasty in front of all his friends you immediately clenched and creamed around him. Your body quaking as a small orgasm ripped through you.

You couldn’t stop the few tears that fell as silent sobs caught in your throat.

Suguru removed his hand over your mouth to wipe away your stray tears.

His other palm, snaked up your dress and you shuddered as his hand splayed across your belly pressing in deeply where you could feel his tip had reached.

“Fuck, did you just cum baby? Did you miss my cock that much, Y/N?”

Suguru slowly breathes out. He presses the side of his face to yours, his mouth close so close to your ear that his tongue lightly caresses your lobe as he speaks.

“Miss feeling me so deep inside you? Filling your guts? You kept this pussy nice n’ tight for me I see. Did you even play with yourself at all?”

“Su-Su-Sug-guruuu
” 

You strain slowly through uneven breaths. 

You needed him to shut the fuck up immediately. 

Always a talker during sex, saying something filthy in order to have you creaming on him harder.

It drove you wild.

“S-Sto-”

“Shh baby, I promise I won't move. The van will do the work. Let me keep feeling you until we get there, yeah? E-Even just for 5 more minutes. N-Need to feel you.” 

He whined into the back of your neck, lightly kissing and sucking on you through his pleas.

Suguru was already this pussy drunk from just putting it in you.  

The sheer degeneracy of his desperation sent tingles down your spine straight into your cunt. Your hand shoots to grip the seat in front of you but you overshoot and don’t even notice when you knock Nanami right in the head. 

You were too busy trying to keep your own head down as you bit the hell out of your bottom lip to keep from yelping.

Only soft barely audible whines escaping you.

Nanami, ever the gentleman, thought the luggage was toppling over and you needed some assistance. He started to turn around before Shoko grabbed his arm, stopping him. 

She held up her hand signaling him to stop and wait a moment as she reached into her pocket, taking out her phone. 

A few moments pass and Nanami’s phone vibrates.

*SMS Shoko to Nanami*

 A Bumpy Ride

Nanami sighed. 

Shoko laughed out loud. 

The exchange went unnoticed by you and Suguru, but not by Sukuna.

*Group SMS Sukuna to Shoko and Nanami*

 A Bumpy Ride

That's when Shoko came up with a quick way to get some extra cash.

*Group SMS Shoko to Nanami, Sukuna and Choso*

 A Bumpy Ride

And with that the bet was on.

êš„

“Muther– F-Fuck!” 

You gasped out loudly after a particularly big dip in the road caused you to slam down with so much force on Suguru’s impossibly girthy cock you were sure you felt that shit hit up into your tonsils.

“You ok back there, Y/N? You shouldn’t have to suffer through Toji’s god awful driving for much longer!”

Gojo looks back at you with a cheery smile, ignoring the insults tossed back at him. 

“Oh! Um, y-yeah! I-I’m ok. I-I just bumped my head again.”

Sweat was slowly rolling down your face but you still gritted your teeth into the best smile you could muster and flashed him a peace sign. 

*Group SMS Shoko re-named group chat: Team Gorilla Grip VS Team In Bros We Trust*

 A Bumpy Ride

The text had Sukuna and Choso dying with laughter.

Nanami just shook his head, a slight grin on his lips.

Yet even still, you didn’t perceive the reactions around you.

It had taken all your focus just to flat out lie to Gojo as the only thing that was ‘bumped’ was your cervix being impaled by Suguru’s fat cockhead every time gravity hurled you back down onto his dick.

You didn’t know how much more of this you could take, your body was trembling now and surely if anyone looked back at you it would be obvious.

“T-This is so hot
 you’re so hot Y/N, so naughty and so fucking nasty for me. Lying to Satoru like that.” 

Suguru nearly growled as he continued to whisper obscenities in your ear.

You bit your lip harder, gushing as you felt his throbbing inside you increase. 

Clearly he was getting off even more now that you had upped the ante to lying to his best friend while you were bouncing on his dick. 

New kink unlocked.

*Message Gojo to Shoko* 

 A Bumpy Ride

Shoko rolled her eyes there was no fucking way they could let Gojo in on this without him ruining everything with his big mouth. 

Toji too for that matter couldn’t know. 

Well for one he sure as shit didn’t have „15,000.

And two, Toji wouldn’t give a single fuck and would just openly taunt you both which would also ruin the bet. 

Nothing was going to stop Shoko from winning, especially not those two clowns.

êš„

Suddenly, the van slows to a stop and you exhale the shaky breath you didn’t even know you were holding. 

Finally a break!

God, you were so close to cumming again and you weren’t sure this time if you could control yourself.

Suguru on the other hand seemed far less worried about control. His bun had come partially undone and strands of his long hair stuck to your face as he continued to pant into your ear.

“Why the fuck are we stopping?!” 

Sukuna was mad as hell when the van came to a halt. 

He needed to get to that villa ASAP. 

Although you and Geto had done a pretty decent job keeping the grunts and moans to a convincing level in line with the music and uncomfortableness of being tossed around the car, Sukuna could start to hear the messy ass squelching sounds coming from your cunt.

Fuck, Shoko was right. 

You did have a super soaker on you.  

Even so, Sukuna would be goddamned if he was gonna lose this bet.

The delay was caused by a sudden fork in the road that wasn’t on Y!J Maps.

Toji was unclear on the direction to take prompting Gojo to pull up a local map on the island resort’s website.

“Hmm, looks like we can go left and take the more scenic route. It's by the beach so it should be a smoother ride but add 20 minutes. Or we can continue to get tossed around on the unpaved trail, and get there in 10 minutes.”

“Beach. Now. Let’s fuckin’ go! Tired of being thrown around this fuckin tin can. Toji if you speed, we’ll get there in 10 anyway.” 

Sukuna knew Suguru wasn’t going to last the 10 more minutes of rocky terrain, he at least had a chance on a smooth sandy beach.

“But Kuna-kun–,” Shoko began with a faux sweetness in her voice. 

This elicited an annoyed growl from Sukuna who knew this bitch was about to fuck up this entire bet for him.

“We can’t drive an old van like this on the sand. What if we get stuck? You mean you’re volunteering to get out and push us? That would take even longer!”

“Excellent points, Shoko. No one wants to end up in an even worse scenario and the vehicle has held up just fine thus far.”

Nanami added, adjusting his glasses. 

He was going to enjoy taking Sukuna’s money again.

No!

You could have cried when the consensus was to continue on the bumpy road again.

You wanted to complain, to yell, plead and beg them if needed in order to take the scenic route.

You would get out and push the damn car yourself if you had to.

But you don’t dare open your mouth to even breathe as you feel Suguru start to pinch your clit as he rolls the sensitive nub between his fingers.

The last thing in the world Suguru was thinking about was directions and he couldn’t give a fuck really either way.

The car had stopped allowing your body to relax and all he wanted was to feel your tight cunt tense and squeeze on him again. 

Suguru knew he shouldn’t but he needed to fill you with his cum badly.

He was so exhausted from his late hours at the office he came straight home and went to bed. Not even having the opportunity to fist his cock to the dozens of photos and videos he saved of you.

Goddamn.

Suguru was so backed up there's no way you simply grinding on him would have ever been enough, you should have known that when you started this. 

You, his sweet, beautiful and perfect girlfriend who he loved.

Suguru also needed to make you cum again as well.

To your dismay the van continued on the rougher path and you sniffled back sobs as you bounced on Suguru’s lap once again.

The knot inside you was twisting impossibly tight from the attention Suguru was giving your clit and the new angle the van was tossing you in had him ramming into your g spot again and again.

“Cum, Y/N. I love you. Please cum for me. Make a mess baby.”

Suguru exhaled hot and heavy into your ear. He sounded absolutely rabid and practically frothing at the mouth.

You knew you loved him and were sure he really did loved you. However you didn’t think the first time you would hear those words from Suguru would be under these circumstances. 

Even so, that still didn’t stop you from being overwhelmingly happy that he finally said it out loud. It made your cunt flutter around him so tight you were practically milking him.

Suguru didn’t stop the declarations of his affections for you as he slipped more into madness from how fucking fantastic you felt on him.

God he would never go this long without fucking you again.

“Cum baby, I love you. Cum baby, I love you. Cum baby, I love you.”

The filthy mantra spilled out of Suguru’s mouth in non stop waves. He was now thrusting his hips to drive further into you.

You were reeling. It wasn’t fair how he was making you come completely undone like this.

You could only give in at this point as you became overwhelmed and tears streamed down your cheeks.

You didn’t want to admit it, but you knew Suguru already knew you thought this all was fucking hot. 

Obeying Suguru’s needy whines, with the next pinch of your clit and firm press of his palm against your lower belly you finally cum. 

Your body lurches forward and both hands fly to your mouth as you try to fold the best you can down into your knees to suppress your cries. 

The uneven terrain of the road gave you no reprieve from Suguru’s cock and you could no longer quiet the heaves of your breath from overstimulation.

Suguru was close. 

One of his hands tries to brace himself on the luggage next to him but a bag ends up tumbling forward, landing in between Nanami and Shoko.

“FF-FUCKING HELL!” 

Suguru was loud as he came deep within you. Thick ropes of his cum spurt into you like a geyser burning your insides to the point you start to convulse again as another orgasm pulses within you.

Suguru groans acting as if he is merely reacting to the luggage falling but everyone who knows better knows now the bet is now over. 

“GODDAMNIT!”

Sukuna is clearly pissed.

Nanami starts coughing to hide his laughter and Choso is nearly doubled over in tears trying to stop the snickers.

Shoko manages to keep her composure.

She turns back to see Suguru running his hand through his hair with shuddered breaths and you still folded over your knees. 

“Is Y/N, Ok Sugu? Did she get car sick?”

“Uh– Y-Yeah, Shoko
 w-we’re both feeling a little sick right now.”

Suguru rubbed circles on your back to sell his lies but the knowing smile on Shoko’s face lets him know she’s not buying it.

Suguru sighed. 

Worth it though.

êš„

After what seems like a lifetime, the rickety old van finally arrives at the villa. 

Done in the Italian-Tuscan style the stone exterior walls, terracotta roofs and colorful floral adornments of foreign flowers really do look like the dream vacation escape Gojo had described before arriving. It was private as well, with the next villa separated by at least an acre on both sides.

“Fuckin’ finally we are here. Get me the fuck outta this piece of shit. I never want to drive with any of you again!” 

Sukuna slammed the sliding van door of the car on his side, he was a horrible sore loser.

“Dude
go get some ass and chill. It was just a little bet.” 

Choso climbed out on the opposite side with Shoko and Nanami.

He wasn't as pressed about losing „15,000, he was a software engineer, he could afford it.

“Gladly. Maybe I’ll even cop a chick to be my own personal cocksleeve for the ride back, I sure as shit wouldn’t bust so easily.”

Sukuna retorted.

“The fuck ya’ll on about!?” 

Toji was annoyed. 

He knew some shit was going on, but he was too busy trying to drive the miserable death trap of a van without pulling over and strangling Gojo to pay attention to anything else.

“How this dumbass lost another „15,000 because he thought Sugu could withstand Y/N’s gorilla grip.”

Shoko volunteered, unphased to the hardy howl of laughter coming from Toji and the incredulous disbelief radiating off of Gojo. 

Yet once again you Suguru missed the whole exchange. 

Still in the van, you both were too focused on digging through your bags in the pile of luggage to find an extra pair of shorts for Suguru. The shorts he had on at present were completely soaked with your collective fluids. 

It looked like he had pissed himself, a few times. 

So concerned with the obvious task of finding Suguru new bottoms you didn’t realize your already soggy lace thong was no barrier or help in keeping Suguru’s load inside you.

Once you both finally exit, the conversation stops and all eyes dart to you and Suguru. 

Suguru wearing a completely different set of shorts and the trail of his cum running down your legs was all the proof anyone needed.

“No wonder it smelled like fucking badussy in that van. Thought it was just the smell of pussy bitch coming off ‘em.”

Toji huffed thumbing back at Gojo.

Gojo brushed off Toji’s remark. 

He was full on pouting now as he was so much more devastated that Suguru was having that kind of fun without him knowing and no one even bothered to text him in on the bet. 

“I still can’t believe no one told me!”

“You can’t keep a secret, Satoru. Everyone knows that.” 

Nanami stated matter of factly as he calmly thumbed through his winnings.

“D’aww poor baby, you mad you weren't the one bouncing on Suggy’s lap, Toru?” 

Shoko laughed as she pushed past the gate running towards the house. 

“As the winner, I also get first dibs on rooms!”

“Hey! No fair-” 

Gojo ran after Shoko, with the rest of the group close behind.

Standing in shock, you could have died right there on your feet from embarrassment. 

You wasted no time crawling back into the van. Laying your back across the seat and covering your face with your hands.

You should just stay out here. 

In fact, you might just live out here in this shitty ass van for the rest of the trip. 

You didn’t know how you were going to look any of Suguru’s friends in the eye after this. 

You weren’t mad at Suguru or anyone else for that matter. You were just embarrassed at your own idiocy for being so swept up in the moment you actually thought you could get away with it.

Suguru, to his credit, wants to console you. 

He also knows he should probably be upset at the bet. But honestly, this out of pocket behavior is not unexpected from his friends so he is exasperated rather than upset.

This was actually pretty tame for them. 

You both kind of deserve it too he muses, for being so out of pocket yourselves acting like touch-starved horn dogs. 

Not being able to be satiated by simple fondling, you both (mostly Suguru) had escalated it to full on fucking. 

By the time Suguru figured out Shoko was texting about the both of you, it was too late to turn back.

Suguru wouldn’t mention that to you though, he didn’t want to make you feel worse. 

However, when he sees you in the van, laid on the seat with your dress bunched up across your upper thighs, all his thoughts of contrition dissipate for good.

You are unknowingly once again exposing your pretty pussy to him. 

Suguru can’t help but feel his dick, still wet from being inside you just minutes ago, throb against his new clean pair of shorts.

Suguru leans into the van, kneeling in the frame of the door and runs his hands up your thighs. 

“Y/N
?”

You are too concerned with plotting how to avoid being in the presence of any of his friends for the rest of the trip to pay attention to what he is doing.

His soothing strokes soon turn into desperate touches as he grips the edges of your sticky thong and starts peeling it right off of you. So used to him undressing you back home, your body simply complies as you lift your hips. 

Once removed he stuffs your dirtied thong in his pocket.

Not until Suguru abruptly grasps the outside of your thighs and brings your ass up to the edge of the seat do you snap out of your disparaging thoughts. 

You are fully aware of him in between your legs now looking down at your cunt as if it was a life-saving oasis.

“Y/N, my love, my pretty girl
”

Suguru was talking to you but his eyes stayed transfixed on your pussy as he loves watching his cum slowly dribble out of you. His thumb is trying to push it back inside you despite your groans and squirms.

Your heart flutters from him addressing you as my love. You are still giddy from his earlier confessions and you hadn’t even gotten the chance to say it back yet. 

Hearing distant yells from in the house, you both turn your heads towards the noise. The realization dawns on you both simultaneously that his friends were still preoccupied fighting over rooms and it would likely be a while before anyone came out for their stuff. 

A renewed hunger was roused in Suguru’s eyes and you knew what he was about to ask even before the question left his lips.

“Round 2?”

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 A Bumpy Ride

A/N: Idk chileee lmfao. Lmk if the sms images are hard to read or aren't showing up. I wanted to do something fun/different but if its not working I will just put back the regular text.

Reblog to bounce on Suguru's cock but comments and likes are appreciated all the same!

1 year ago

hello! can i pls request for breeding session w olderbf!gojo and youngergf!reader? like gojo is in his 30s and reader is around 19+..

also like the reader is so innocent and gojo's jist a pervy old man who wants to ruin reader's pussy and make her his good little toy

thankyou!!ᕙ( ‱ ‿ ‱ )ᕗ

my requests aren’t open but i’ll make an exception because this is a good request, thank you by the way! hope you enjoy it ⾜(ïœĄËƒ ᔕ ˂ )⾝♡

Hello! Can I Pls Request For Breeding Session W Olderbf!gojo And Youngergf!reader? Like Gojo Is In His

the perverted boyfriend

à­šà­§â‹†ïœĄËšgojo satoru {32} x f!reader {19}

✶ mature content | mdni ! breeding, age gap, pet names, corruption kink, dacryphilia, cum play, barebacking, creampie, strong language.

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Hello! Can I Pls Request For Breeding Session W Olderbf!gojo And Youngergf!reader? Like Gojo Is In His

it’s taboo, but it’s your reality now.

you have a boyfriend who’s like a decade older. there was no true explanation for how you both even got together, specially because gojo satoru’s personality is quite eccentric, and he always looked like the type not to settle, so you becoming his young girlfriend was probably a weird, but also good thing.

you’ve only had a few intimate moments ever since you started dating a year ago — met at 18, dating a little before 19, now a few months from 20. gojo’s always made love to you, gone slow, used a condom, one round only, cuddles and after care, sweet kisses and no dirty talking (very contradictory), so that behavior was truly something unexpected, but you didn’t know his true colors. . . that’s because he knows how innocent you are. he knew that just by when you didn’t know what an orgasm felt like, and for having a pussy so tight, and soaking wet from only a few kisses and hugging your waist.

gojo’s not like this, he is just prepping you, because he’s a pervert.

he wants to ruin every single inch of chastity there’s still left in you, he always did. for him, he thinks you’re a little virgin. the explanation? because you haven’t sucked his cock yet, nor let him fuck you raw — after that, he’ll take you as his little personal toy, and no longer his pure princess.

little did you know how bad this man will ruin you.

gojo’s always the one who starts with the mood, he’s always the one looking for something, and he always gets it because he knows deep down that you’re a little whore at heart. by the way he holds you in his arms, kisses your cheeks, kisses the corner of your lips and moves on to making out so endearingly and careful is why he always, always, gets what he wants, he’s just being patient.

right now, he’s pursuing you again, but this time he’s got other plans.

why? gojo satoru’s been away for work for half a month now, and it’s made him wonder if you even tried touching yourself.

you innocently greet him at the door of your apartment, jumping onto him as he latches his bag onto the floor and hugs you back, his scent still there so strongly and he thinks the same about yours on your smooth skin. gojo knows you’ve worked extra hard on your appearance tonight, cute flowery thin silk dress, and you never wear this cologne he’s bought you, because you thought it was too sensual . . . and he takes notice of that. once he puts you on the floor, he admires your pretty face beaming at him with chuckles, looking up at him adorably as your height and size differences give you that gap.

“i missed you.” you giggle endlessly, holding onto his hands and swinging side to side, cheeks flushed. that brings him a smug smirk on his face that turns into a full gorgeous grin on his handsome face.

“i know you did, baby, i missed you too.” he replies softly, and his eyes take a peek at the round cleavage of that sundress you’re wearing, and his cock is already hard through his pants. why’d it have to be spring? “i’m gonna take a shower, wait for me?” he asks, tilting his head to the side slightly, luring you into his trap perfectly, with that honeyed voice and a caress on your head, restraining himself from jumping into you. your eyes gleam and nod as he leaves you with a small chuckle and goes on to the bathroom. your hands hold your cheeks to find them warm from blushing when he’s not looking.

you lie down in the bed, on your belly, ass up, sundress cleavage showing your tits, and on your phone until gojo walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair with another smaller fabric. he walks towards you like this, something he’s never done before, and he stands in front of your face, making you look up and gulp down hard once you notice him like this.

“a-are you done? uh, wanna eat something?” you ask gently, blushing and seating upright on your knees. he throws the towel from his hair on the chair and reaches for your hand.

“hm, i do actually.” he replies pulling you by the wrist closer carefully, and he’s looking down on you with a soft almost predatory expression.

“i can make something, or order if you’d—

“baby,” he interrupts you, and you hum back slowly and shyly, doe eyes at him. “can i be rougher with you today?” and once he asks that, it takes you a few seconds to think. he notices the exact instant you understand what he meant, because your pupils dilate, your breath hitches and your cheeks flush darker, again.

“u-uh, d-do you, uh, do you mean like . . .” you stutter, becoming a mess just by his words.

“yeah, princess, like that.” gojo chuckles at your response, leaning down and kissing the right corner of your lips. “i’ve been dying to fuck you, you know.” once he says that with a whisper, your pussy clenches unconsciously, and you hum, closing your eyes and grabbing onto his wrist as his thumb’s pressing down against the skin on your inner thigh. “is that a yes?” you breathe out heavily, receiving his kisses on your face and jawline. “i’m not gonna hurt you, you know that.” he adds, his fingertips brushing their way inside your thin fabric dress covering your upper thighs, and this feeling burns.

“okay.” you moan out lowly and vulnerably — because you didn’t know exactly what he was thinking of, what that really meant, and you were curious — and his cock’s harder than ever once he looks at you with eyes still closed just taking in his pecks onto your skin, biting down your lower lip trembling. gojo’s making out with you, and he’s being aggressive.

he’s missed your glossy lips — imagining how your virgin mouth would feel around his cock — he’s missed your small soft innocent hands — imagining how they’d wrap around his dick — he’s missed your soft pussy — imagining how it’d feel to fuck it raw until you pass out.

you were already soaking wet, but with the simple touch of his index finger over your nipple you’re almost cumming. gojo notices your frail breathing against him as he pushes his tongue inside your mouth, other hand messing with your clit, pinching and rubbing under the hood as your thighs squish together.

it all happened so fast and intensely that you’re laid down in princess pillow position with legs spread by his hand as gojo pumps his cock with the other, gathering slick and making a mess in your folds as he rubs the tip against you. you think it’s dirty, and it’s all unknown, but you’re liking it, you just don’t know how much.

“‘toru,” you moan his name lowly, gripping onto the sheets and pillow under your head anxiously. he looks at you with his cheeks red and panting, he’s on the edge, he’s dying to fuck you, he’s dizzy and needy, and that look he gives you could again make you cum. “the condom.” once you say that, one side of his lips curve into a devious smirk, and he’s been waiting for you to ask for that.

“can’t i do it raw tonight, baby?” oh. your body responds to him, and you’re blushing harder and harder and you don’t know what you’re feeling. “you said i could be rough, remember? it’s gonna feel really good, i promise, so good.” he promotes, caressing your thigh as he rubs the pre-cum covered tip against your clit now. “can i make you feel good, my princess?” you let out a breath and look away. “f-fine,” you gather the courage to look back at his eyes. “i-if it’s gonna make you feel good too.” aw, that’s so innocent.

you shouldn’t have said that.

because now, he’s bullying your cunt over and over again, he’s got your knuckles turning white from gripping onto the sheets, a stiff neck from throwing it back against the pillow and sore legs from the weight he’s putting over you as gojo pushes you into a mate press. he’s going so deep, deeper than ever, he’s going so rough, rougher than ever, he’s being so loud, louder than ever, he’s being so dirty, dirtier than ever. the wrap and clenching around his cock is incessant and he’s dying over there, blabbering all sorts of dirty stuff to your chaste ears, and you’re becoming a mush under him, brainwashed. your hand uselessly trying to push his piston hips away as tears begin to stream your face, it’s too much and it’s too good for you.

“o-oh, fuck, fuck, baby,” gojo groans looking at your state. “you like it, don’t you, princess?” he’s been going on and on talking and asking the filthiest things for the past minutes — and you’ve came twice in such a short amount of time, he knows you did, you don’t — and you’re going insane from the tip of his dick kissing your cervix and the sloppy pace he’s set. you’re unable to answer but whine and moan dirtier than you’ve ever done, and you’re still restraining yourself, unable to even look at him from embarrassment. he leans down to keep fucking into you deeper while folding you in half at the same time. gojo frees one of his hands and pulls your chin to stare at him, and the way your eyebrows knit and the tears stream down your pretty cheeks turn him on tremendously. “talk to me, baby.” he whispers, groaning as he slows down and focus on pounding hardly.

“f-feels weird, ‘t-toru.” you moan out shakingly, trying to open your eyes but they threaten to keep closing due to the immense pleasure, and gojo tilts his hips up slightly and one more thrust hits a spot that you yell out, your toes curl and eyes roll to the back of your head.

“you’re being so dirty, baby.” he smirks, knowing he’s found your g-spot again, but in a better angle. gojo’s been trying to only please you with your clit the last times you’ve had sex, because he knew you weren’t going to be able to endure him using this one spot against you. “just let it go, ‘kay? it’ll feel so good, i promise.” and you look at him, breathing heavily as he continues to bully that spongy spot, your mouth turning into an open circle as you fail to breathe. gojo picks up the pace suddenly as he grabs both your legs again, he’s close, he’s so fucking close.

“i’m gonna cum in you, okay?” his words don’t even process into your head, as you want to kiss him, pulling gojo by the shoulders and neck, yet he doesn’t give in to you yet. “look at me and answer.” he’s demanding, and you’re aroused by that, your dizzy eyes look up at him. “i’m gonna fuck my cum in you,“ he’s talking so dirty it feels wrong, but your panting is only feeding him. “wanna be pregnant with my cum, baby?” your eyebrows furrow and you moan at the thought, it was an unconscious reaction, yet gojo now knew that you were done for as you squirted against his cock, failing to mute your moans as you bit your lip, and it was an intense orgasm. “i do.” you whine in the middle, and gojo has to throw his head back and chuckle at you, he’s got hearts in his eyes.

that alone makes him groan and cum inside you with another pound, and at this point, with how much you’re clenching him, you’re milking gojo dry quite literally. gojo thrusts without pulling out, he wants it all the way inside your cervix. “shouldn’t have said that, baby.” he whispers as his eyes latch down onto where you both connect.

you shouldn’t, you really really shouldn’t.

“ngh
 fuc—fuck, you like my cum, don’t you, pretty girl?”, “knew you wanted me to cum in you, princess.”, “you’re such a dirty cumslut.”, “i’m gonna cum again, this time you’ll get pregnant, for sure, i swear.” you shouldn’t have said that because now gojo’s in the third round, and your pussy’s burning, destroyed and stretched out, filled with cum and it’s like your belly’s expanding at how much he’s came inside you, going in for another and more.

gojo knew he was a pervert, and he knew he was going to make a mess out of you, make you his little pretty innocent toy.

“holy fuck, princess, it’s all into your womb now, i’m sure!”

Hello! Can I Pls Request For Breeding Session W Olderbf!gojo And Youngergf!reader? Like Gojo Is In His
1 year ago

Warrior

Warrior

Pairing: Choi San (Ateez) x Fem!OC Yeong-Ja

Genre: Joseon AU, Historical AU, Fantasy, Shifter AU, Werewolf AU, strangers to lovers, romance, angst, fluff, SMUT

Rating: nsfw, 18+

Warnings: concubines, hints of misogyny, somewhat sold off, inaccurate historical stuff, San from his special performance warrior video including the tattoos, shifter San with a very demanding inner wolf, mentions of sex, getting a tattoo the old style (which is probably inaccurate as well), mentions of uproars, death (minor ocs), san murdering them, graphic violence, graphic description of injuries, san being chained to his bed, SMUT -> rough sex, unprotected sex, marking, biting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, several positions, breeding kink, knotting, mating, pet names, mentions of softer sex... and that should hopefully be it đŸ€”

Wordcount: 11.482

A/N: Ever since that special performance video of Warriors by San came out, I'm a changed person!! I wrote this chonky one within one weekend while playing the video on loop. AND NOW I'm finally posting this!!! While it's an OC for once - which has still extremely vague descriptions - I still hope to get some interactions. So please have fun reading this and tell me what you think!

Warrior

Yeong-Ja got ushered into a room by several servants, who told her to stay there until the emperor would arrive. Before she could even ask when that would be the door got shut right in front of her nose, leaving her alone.

With a heavy sigh Yeong-Ja turned around and took a closer look at the room in front of her. While it definitely appeared luxurious - the room was basically as big as her old home - but except for a large bed there wasn’t much inside the room. It didn’t even have windows. There was only another sliding door, which probably led to the private quarters of the emperor.

Yeong-Ja stood in the middle of the room unsure what she was supposed to do besides waiting for the emperor. Should she stand somewhere specific or sit on the bed? She knew what was expected of her yet she couldn’t wrap her mind around the fact she had become a concubine in the span of only a few hours.

That morning Yeong-Ja had woken up and gone out to town since the market was open and she had hoped to buy a few things for her family. So while she bargained with one of the sellers, she got approached by a tall man in fancy clothes.

“Excuse me”, he said with an awkward smile, “I’d like to have a conversation with someone, who speaks for you.”

Yeong-Ja raised an eyebrow, forgetting the little quarrel with the seller as she turned towards the man and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I’m able to speak for myself, sir.”

A twinkle in his eyes and the soft chuckle revealed his amusement even after he focused himself again with a short shake of his head. “I’d still like to inform your husband or any kind of relative that you’re chosen to become a concubine.”

For a split second everything around Yeong-Ja stopped. She stared at the stranger with wide eyes, needing several seconds to register what he just said. Once the heaviness of the message fought through and settled into her mind, her whole world started to crumble. She nodded almost mechanically as she asked the man to follow her, cutting her time at the market short.

Even when she brought him to his parents and sat beside them in the small dining area, somewhat listening to the words he had to say, her thoughts had travelled to a different place. While Yeong-Ja wasn’t the only woman at her age unmarried, it was rather uncommon. Her headstrong attitude and the fact she came from a poorer family were the reasons why she hadn’t been married yet. Though it hadn’t been a problem in her family, Yeong-Ja was incredibly thankful for that since she loved her independence. 

“If you want to take something with you, Miss Yeong-Ja, now would be the time to get it.” The stranger, who had himself introduced as Park Seonghwa the head counsellor of the emperor, looked at her. A hint of pity and understanding swirling in his dark eyes. 

Her mother had followed her to the sleeping area, laying a hand on her shoulder. She had tears in her eyes as she pulled her daughter into her arms. “You’ll have a better life at the palace”, she whispered and caressed the back of the younger woman. “Please take this with you.” With that her mother let go of her and walked over to a small cabinet. She pulled a box out from the farthest end and turned back to Yeong-Ja. “This was a gift from your great grandfather to your great grandmother. It’s supposed to be a lucky item. Wear it to receive the blessings -” she swallowed the lump inside her throat, her voice sounding choked up - “and to remember us.”

Yeong-Ja hiccuped as she accepted the gift with trembling fingers. She looked down at the fine silver necklace in her hands, seeing one turquoise stone added as a pendant. She closed her hands and clutched them against her chest, whispering her thanks while tears streamed down her cheeks.

Now inside the luxurious bedroom Yeong-Ja fumbled with the dozens of layers of clothes to reach for the pendant. She wrapped her fingers around the turquoise and felt the calm energy spreading throughout her body. With no way back she could only look ahead.

She noticed a bowl of water and several towels on a nightstand close to the bed. Yeong-Ja walked closer to the bowl, leaning over it and staring at her own reflection. She barely recognised herself and a frown appeared on her features. 

That ghost-like face looking back at her wasn’t the woman she wanted to be. While the make-up looked magnificent and had been applied with the utmost care by the servants, Yeong-Ja couldn’t help herself but to hate it. She knew noble women liked to appear paler to show they didn’t work on fields in the sun, but Yeong-Ja was born and raised on such fields. She had a natural tan skin and any other colour made her look sick.

Without a second thought Yeong-Ja pushed the fabrics up her arms and dunked her hands into the bowl, cupping them and splashing water into her face. She rubbed her face meticulously and hoped to get rid of all the white make-up plastered on her skin.

Once she deemed her face clean, Yeong-Ja grabbed a towel and patted her skin dry. Her face already felt much lighter without all the make-up. Although the minute Yeong-Ja looked down at her body and saw all the layers of fancy fabric she felt like a fool again. Her face didn’t match this dress anymore. Yeong-Ja pursed her lips and brushed the sleeves of the fabric back down, feeling uncomfortable in all these layers. The young woman looked over her shoulder to the two closed doors, contemplating whether she should risk it and change or just stay put.

She swallowed and tried to listen intently to the sounds outside of the room. When she wasn’t able to pick up any words or steps, she decided to take the risk. 

Yeong-Ja fumbled with the fabrics and the knots that held everything in place. It took her every ounce of self control to stay patient and not rip everything apart. Once she finally got rid of every layer and only stood in the finest silk underwear in the middle of the room, Yeong-Ja thought she was able to breathe again.

She bent down and started folding all the fabrics, placing them neatly in front of the nightstand. Yeong-Ja only kept the outer piece and a few pins. She draped the fabric over her body and secured it with the pins.

When Yeong-Ja was brought into the bedroom, the emperor - Choi San - arrived at the throne room. He barely kept the sigh inside his lungs when he saw Seonghwa waiting for him.

“Another victory, huh?” Seonghwa stepped next to San, trying to contain his grin. He could read San like a book and knew how annoyed his emperor was already.

“Which means another concubine.” San plopped down on the throne. He pushed his hair back with his hand before he fixed his eyes on the older man. “Why is the court getting a concubine every time I come back from a battle? They’re running away in the end.”

“Now, now. You make it out as if every concubine has fled so far. You still have a thriving harem, San.”

San only rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, resting his chin on his hand. “Anything else I should know before I tell the servants to bring the new concubine to their quarters?” San only wanted to get a bath in peace, wanted to wash off all the grime and blood from the battlefield. He needed to rest and regain his strength again. San had used almost all of his power to keep the intruders in check and only with the help of his wolf was he able to overpower them.

“This one is different. Take at least a look at her.” 

San zoned back into the conversation and shook his head. Whatever Seonghwa had told him just now, San only heard the last two sentences. He grimaced but decided to wave it off for now. With a dismissive hand gesture San got up from the throne and walked to the hidden door behind it. “I’ll think about it”, he told Seonghwa before he bid his goodbye and followed the wooden path towards his private quarters.

A servant rushed to his side, offering their assistance. They nodded in understanding with each order - preparing a bath and bringing the new concubine to their quarters - they received. 

San opened the door to his private bedroom and closed it right behind him again. He trotted towards the bathroom and started stripping out of his clothes, which needed to be washed as well. 

A sudden scream followed by frantic yelling, interrupted San in his undressing. Without regard to his appearance the emperor rushed towards the disturbance. He slammed the door to the concubine bedroom open and hurriedly stepped inside, his eyes jumping from corner to corner. San was ready to fight but except for a servant and a woman he never saw before he couldn’t sense any danger. “Wha-”

“I am so sorry, my emperor. I didn’t mean to disturb you with my yelling. I just wanted to take the concubine to her quarters when I saw what she did.” The servant bowed deeply as they apologised over and over again.

“Please”, San only said in a stern voice, successfully shutting up the servant. He looked around the room again, trying to understand what the servant meant. He inhaled deeply when a sudden wave hit his senses.

‘Smells good’, his wolf hummed, forcing San to inhale again. He even closed his eyes, focusing solely on the sweet scent invading his nose. When he opened his eyes again, they immediately landed on the new concubine.

Yeong-Ja had crossed her arms in front of her chest. She felt embarrassed for screaming when the servant tapped her shoulder. She hadn’t noticed them coming into the room and yelped in surprise from the sudden touch. Yeong-Ja also felt embarrassed for being scolded so harshly. While she had expected to get scolded, she had pictured it to be the emperor himself.

Her eyes fell on the man who had entered the room as well. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks when Yeong-Ja saw the half-naked form of him. Involuntarily her eyes wandered over his toned upper body and well defined muscles. She took the tattoos adorning his body in as well, fascinated by the intricate painting of a wolf’s head on his left pec.

As her eyes continued to wander over his body she finally reached his face. The air inside her lungs nearly got stuck when Yeong-Ja saw the intense gaze on her. She locked eyes with him and the feeling of being a small prey spread throughout her whole body. 

San glanced at the servant, telling them they were dismissed, before his eyes landed on the new concubine again. 

His wolf rumbled inside of him, growling something about having found their mate. He eagerly wanted to cross the distance and get to the woman, wanted to touch her, smell her, scent her, take her and most importantly breed her.

San’s fingers twitched as he fought to keep control over his own body. Seonghwa’s words played in his mind again, while San stared at the woman in front of him. He noticed how she wasn’t turned into a doll-like human like all the other concubines before her. He also noticed how the clothes around her body weren’t as neatly placed. 

‘Easier access’, his wolf nearly howled, keen with the choices that were made.

Yeong-Ja could have sworn she was on fire from the intensity of his gaze but at the same time one ice cold shiver after another ran down her spine. She could feel her heart pounding inside of her ribcage.

“May I know your name?”

The soft voice of the emperor - even though it sounded slightly strangled - surprised Yeong-Ja. She would love to simply listen to him all day, every day. “Yeong-Ja”, she introduced herself, bowing slightly in hopes it was enough courtesy towards the emperor.

San repeated her name, same as his inner wolf, getting a feeling of it on his tongue. “That is a beautiful name”, he complimented her as he suppressed another attempt of his wolf to pounce on her. “Have you been waiting for a long time?”

Yeong-Ja blinked several times, thinking about the question. She wasn’t even sure whether she could answer it or not. Without any windows Yeong-Ja wasn’t able to see how high the sun was and therefore unable to tell the time. Yet she knew it had been enough time for her to change her appearance. “Long enough to wash my face and dress differently.”

San’s eyes widened in surprise. He hadn’t expected such an answer and most importantly he hadn’t expected that she took the liberty to change her looks, disregarding everything the servants must have prepared for him. Before San could control himself, he let out a loud laugh. San held his stomach as he leaned back from the force of his laughter. The mental picture of the frustration from his servants and her just undoing everything that has been made, just got to him.

Yeong-Ja observed him silently, a small smile playing over her lips upon noticing the dimples on his face when he grinned brightly. 

Once San calmed down again, he wiped the corner of his eyes. He still grinned, the amusement apparent in his voice as well. “Make yourself comfortable in this room. If you’re in need of anything don’t hesitate to call for a servant.”

Yeong-Ja nodded slowly, trying to hide the confusion that filled her thoughts. She thought the emperor would want her to undress and get on the bed so she could please him. Therefore she hadn’t expected something like this.

“I’d like to have breakfast with you tomorrow morning. Is that alright with you?” San ignored the warning growls from his wolf, telling him to stay with her. But San wanted to be a little more careful with her. He hoped by getting to know her first and taking it slow, Yeong-Ja might not fear him like most of the other concubines. And most importantly she hopefully wouldn’t run away.

Yeong-Ja had to remind herself of keeping it together and actually answer the emperor. Everything she witnessed from him so far contradicted all the rumours surrounding him. It was a miracle that she wasn’t too stunned to speak with him. “It would be a pleasure.”

San smiled and nodded shortly, before he bid his goodbye and walked back into his private chambers. Much to the dismay of his inner wolf.

Over the next weeks San ordered to bring more furniture into the concubine’s bedroom. While he could have admitted Yeong-Ja to the special quarters for the concubine instead of the regular ones, his inner wolf insisted to have her as close as possible - and if sharing a bed wasn’t an option yet it had to be the room right next door.

Yeong-Ja still didn’t know how to properly act around the emperor. He was sweet towards her during the day and made sure every wish she could possibly have was fulfilled as fast as possible but he never called her for the purpose she was brought into the palace.

At night she would lie awake in the large bed, staring up at the ceiling, which she barely saw with the small night light on the stand next to the bed. At first Yeong-Ja wasn’t able to sleep because she constantly stayed on edge, expecting to be called for her duty at any moment. Though when it didn’t happen her thoughts started to tear her apart from the inside. She couldn’t understand why San never came to her at night, why he always kept his distance even when they met. 

Yeong-Ja couldn’t possibly know how much he suffered from not being close to her. His wolf rioted every chance possible - especially at night. A time where he wanted to take his mate and nothing else. 

San writhed in pain, trying to keep his cool. Yet the hard on he sported in his loose pants throbbed painfully. No amount of masturbating helped him and it slowly but surely drove him insane.

‘Go to her.’ His wolf whispered, the sly smirk prominent in his voice. ‘She’ll take care of us.’

“No”, San grunted breathlessly. He pushed himself up and walked over to the door. San stood in front of it, his whole body trembling as he fought with himself. It took all of his will power to go through the other door. 

He walked up to the concubine quarters. San needed a release and he couldn’t care less about who he had to fuck for that. As long as it meant he wouldn’t harm Yeong-Ja.

The woman struggled to fall asleep again. Therefore she decided to go for a short walk. She followed the wooden path to the centre of the palace, where she found a small koi pond and some greenery. Yeong-Ja sat down on the stairs that led down to the pond and stared at the water. The light of the flames from the lanterns around her reflected on the surface, almost dancing to a melody she wasn’t able to hear.

When she heard the sudden movements to her right, she cowered behind the handrail, hoping to stay hidden from whoever walked past in the middle of the night.

San pushed the concubine towards the special quarters since he couldn’t use the bedroom anymore. He got impatient with her stumbling and irritated with his wolf wanting to go somewhere else. Hopefully it would die down the second he stepped into the quarters with that concubine.

Yeong-Ja watched them silently, a lump forming inside her stomach when she recognised San with another woman. She wondered what this woman had that she didn’t have. Her shoulders hung down and she couldn’t contain the sigh that spilled past her lips. While being with the emperor had its perks, she still felt out of place. No matter how many tea ceremonies, breakfasts or evening walks she would have with him, Yeong-Ja still thought there had to be something wrong with her as she seemed to be the only concubine that wasn’t used for her original purpose.

Yeong-Ja winced when she heard the faint cries of pleasure. Swallowing the building lump in her throat she decided to go for a longer walk. There was no way she could just sit there and listen, nor could she go back to her chamber that was located right next to them.

On silent soles the young woman moved over the bridge of the pond and up the stairs towards the throne hall. She hoped the door behind the throne would be open, so she could sneak past. Even though she knew she’d be stopped at the main gate, she had a slimmer of hope within her.

“Miss Yeong-Ja?”

She squeaked and slightly jumped on the spot, her hand hovering above the handle for the sliding door to the throne hall. Yeong-Ja’s head turned almost mechanically to her left, where she saw Seonghwa.

He looked at her with concern written all over his face. Ever so carefully he stepped towards her, fearing she might bolt if he made too hasty movements. “Is everything alright?”

Yeong-Ja winced again, feeling incredibly exposed all of a sudden. “I just wanted to take a walk.”

“In the middle of the night?” Seonghwa finally reached her, placing a hand on her shoulder. He tilted his head, exploring her face in detail. His attention momentarily faltered when he heard the outcry from the special room. Understanding dawned on his features as his attention returned to the woman in front of him. “May I accompany you, Miss Yeong-Ja?”

Yeong-Ja nodded softly, a small smile playing over her features when she saw his awkward grin. “Can we leave the palace grounds for a while?” She asked hopefully, needing some distance to clear her thoughts.

“I’ll send for two guards to follow us”, Seonghwa confirmed and ushered her through the door. They crossed the throne room in silence and waited at the large entrance to the courtyard for two guards to join you.

For a while the silence continued as they walked through the streets of the upper town. Though as if Seonghwa was able to read her mind, he spoke up again: “Something is troubling you.”

Yeong-Ja sighed deeply, tilting her head back and looking up into the dark sky. “Is there something wrong with me?” She didn’t dare to look at Seonghwa, fearing his answer for some reason.

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, observing her closely. “Why would there something be wrong with you?”

She shrugged with her shoulders, looking back down to the ground again. “It’s a little embarrassing to talk about this”, she confessed, her voice so soft nobody else but Seonghwa could hear her. “I just feel like the emperor doesn’t want me like he wants the other concubines. I’m not even sharing the same quarters with them.”

Seonghwa placed his hand on her shoulder again, chuckling softly. “I’m sure it is quite the opposite, dear.”

Yeong-Ja raised her head and looked at Seonghwa in confusion, a frown adorning her features while she tried to understand what the counsellor meant. “If the emperor wants me why wouldn’t he come to me at night?”

“That is something you should ask him yourself”, Seonghwa answered ominously, halting in his steps and turning around. 

Yeong-Ja followed his example, still confused about what he was hinting at. She noticed him staring ahead and followed his gaze. 

Her eyes widened in surprise when they locked with San’s, who stood breathing heavily in the middle of the street before them.

When she had left the palace, San had stopped mid-thrust. ‘She’s leaving!’ San’s eyes widened in panic when he realised his wolf was right and the scent of Yeong-Ja grew more distant. San growled almost animalistically as he pushed himself away from the concubine. “Go back to your chambers”, he ordered before he rushed out of the room.

He hurried to her bedroom first, needing to confirm what his instincts and sense of smell told him with his own two eyes. San momentarily stopped in front of her door, making himself presentable before he entered. His heartbeat accelerated when he didn’t see her inside the room.

‘Follow her!’ His wolf snarled and pulled San back.

The emperor barely snapped out of this, keeping control over his own body, as he ran towards the main gates. He ignored the questioning looks from the guards and only continued to run through the streets. San followed his nose for the most part but his eyes still frantically scanned his surroundings, making sure he wouldn’t miss her.

He stopped upon finding her - together with Seonghwa, who had a hand placed on her shoulder. San breathed heavily, his shoulders heaving from the sprint he just did. His eyes jumped between Yeong-Ja and Seonghwa, trying to figure out what was going on while his wolf wanted nothing but to rip Seonghwa’s hand off.

Seonghwa bowed slightly towards San and then turned back to Yeong-Ja. “I’ll leave you in his care now.” He smiled knowingly and squeezed her shoulder in reassurance before stepping away.

Yeong-Ja looked puzzled. Instead of finding answers to her questions, she only had more questions inside her head now. Once Seonghwa was out of her sight, her eyes landed on San. Uncertainty wafted off of her in waves and even San could sense it without his inner wolf telling him.

“Is everything alright?” He asked carefully, eyes exploring her expression. San feared she had attempted to escape and only got stopped by Seonghwa.

Yeong-Ja crossed her arms in front of her chest, slightly hugging her upper body even. “I just needed to take a walk.”

“In the middle of the night?”

“Yes!” She snapped, before looking away in embarrassment. “In the middle of the night”, she added more softly, “I needed to clear my head.”

San stepped closer - at least a little. “Is there something bothering you?” He tried to even his breathing, even though the fear inside of him made him want to gasp for air. His thoughts swirled around his head and the whining of his wolf to move closer didn’t help either to stay level headed.

Yeong-Ja watched him. She saw the fear in his eyes, saw him struggle and fight with himself but she didn’t understand why. She tightened the hold around her upper body. “Is there something wrong with me?”

“What?”

She was about to repeat herself, when San interrupted her: “No! Why would you think that? There is absolutely nothing wrong with you! You’re beautiful just the way you are!”

“And yet you always keep your distance.” Yeong-Ja mumbled to herself without knowing San’s heightened senses still picked up on her words. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” San groaned and pressed his face into his hands, before running them through his hair. “I keep my distance because I don’t want to frighten or hurt you.”

Yeong-Ja looked up at him through her eyelashes, gnawing on her lower lip as she contemplated her next question.

San’s wolf begged him to cross the distance and scoop her up in his arms; begged him to litter her in kisses but San stayed put. He wanted to wait; wanted to hear what she had to say.

“So could we have a tea ceremony where you won’t sit across the room and far away from me?” The wavering in her otherwise hopeful voice was heartbreaking.

“If that is what you wish for”, San agreed with a nod, never moving his eyes away from her. He didn’t dare to let her out of his sight for even a second. “Let us do that then. Tomorrow. After a good night’s rest.”

Yeong-Ja nodded shortly. She still felt uncertain around him but having him agree on being closer felt like a small step in the right direction. The young woman walked over to San - momentarily surprised he didn’t step back, but incredibly pleased he followed through with his words already. “Then we should head back again.”

“Yes”, San breathed out and walked next to you. Relief washed over his whole body once he realised she hadn’t tried running away and was even willing to go back with him. He definitely had to work harder to keep Yeong-Ja by his side - even if it meant torturing himself.

~

San sat in the middle of his private chamber. He had his eyes closed, trying to mentally prepare himself for the close proximity he was about to have with Yeong-Ja. 

Behind him the tattoo artist prepared his utensils to create another mark on the emperor’s body. Hongjoong created every art piece on San’s skin and it hadn’t surprised him to be called again. He placed the small bowl with black ink to his right on a cloth of linen. Next to the bowl he kept the needles and a wooden piece he used as a hammer. To his left Hongjoong had placed a larger bowl of water and several towels. 

“Everything has been prepared. We can start now.”

San raised one hand, halting the artist in his movements. “Please wait a moment. I’m expecting someone to join us.”

Hongjoong’s eyes widened as he stared at the back of the emperor’s head. So far each tattoo session has always been just them. He leaned back on his feet, placing his hands on his thighs to wait.

A servant announced their arrival, requesting to open the door and let Yeong-Ja inside. 

Yeong-Ja played with the fingers of her hands behind her back. She stepped inside once the sliding door got opened enough for her to walk in. To her surprise the door got closed behind her right away. For a second it felt like a deja vu but when she turned her head and looked into the room, she noticed the two men sitting on the floor. 

Just like during the first night San only wore some pants, revealing his bare chest and arms. He looked up at her with a nervous smile. “I know this isn’t like our usual meetings”, he explained when he saw her tilting her head to the side and eyeing Hongjoong behind him. “Will you still join me?”

The woman nodded hesitantly and crossed the room to sit in front of San. She leaned a little to the side to get a better look at the second man, who nearly got devoured by San’s broad shoulders. 

“That’s Kim Hongjoong”, San told her, successfully getting her attention back on him. “He did all of my tattoos and will do another today.” San momentarily looked over his shoulder and told Hongjoong to start now.

At the mention of his tattoos Yeong-Ja’s eyes dropped to his chest, staring at the large wolf tattoo. She mused Hongjoong to be a great artist if he was able to create such detail of a wolf’s head with nothing but black ink. “Do they have a meaning or are you just having them for aesthetic reasons?” 

For a while only the slapping of the wood against Hongjoong’s fingers filled the room. San focused on the slight pain pulsating through his body to keep his wolf in check. The close proximity to her made his wolf run up the walls but he couldn’t let it be. “Some have meaning, others don’t”, he breathed out, his jaw clenching and hand twitching as his wolf made another attempt to reach out to her.

Yeong-Ja watched him silently, noticing how he tensed up and struggled to hold this conversation.

Even Hongjoong noticed the unusual behaviour of the emperor. He knew for a fact San didn’t react to the pain of the needle, so seeing him this tense surprised the artist.

Yeong-Ja turned her attention back to the artist while San continued breathing purposefully. “How are you creating these?”

Hongjoong momentarily halted in his movement to look up at the woman. A proud grin flashed over his feature before he continued to work and started explaining the process to her. 

While his inner wolf got jealous and wanted to bring the focus back to them, San felt some sort of relief that he could deal with his wolf for a moment as she listened intently to the process of tattoo making from Hongjoong.

After what only felt like seconds but probably had been much longer Yeong-Ja looked back at San. She noticed how he had already been watching her, making the heat rise up to her cheeks. Yeong-Ja quickly dismissed the feeling and cleared her throat. “May I see how he’s doing it?”

San’s eyes widened but he nodded nonetheless. He silently watched how she got on her knees and crawled past his left side. She stopped right next to him, letting only her head be behind his body to watch the artist creating the tattoo. Yeong-Ja stayed on all fours as she watched, surprised at the mess she saw on his back.

Hongjoong grabbed one of the towels and dunked it into the water bowl before wiping it over the fresh tattoo.

“Oh”, Yeong-Ja gasped when all the residue ink got wiped away and revealed what the artist had created so far. “How can you see with all the ink and blood being in the way?”

“Memory and constant cleaning.” Hongjoong picked the needle and piece of wood back up into his hands. He dunked the tip of the needle into the black ink and placed it on San’s skin before he slapped the wood against his fingers and pricked the skin in the process.

Yeong-Ja’s hand involuntarily grabbed onto San’s hand that had rested on his lap. She watched the tattoo artist with wide eyes, her hand squeezing San’s with every slap of the wooden piece. 

San had gone completely still, his heart nearly beating out of his chest while his wolf rumbled in satisfaction. The little electric shock waves that flowed through his body were so much stronger than the pain from the needle. He swallowed harshly and turned his head to look at her. His eyes roamed over her features and a soft smile spread over his lips. San turned his attention down to her hand and before he could get second thoughts he placed his free hand on hers and started rubbing his thumb over her delicate skin.

Yeong-Ja leaned back on her feet again, eyes now on San’s face. “Does it hurt?” She noticed how he had relaxed soon after she held his hand, she also realised - with a slight panic arising - how this was the first time she actually had skin to skin contact with San.

“Not anymore”, he answered softly, continuing to stroke her hand with his thumb. “It’s reassuring even. To know I’ll soon have another mark on my skin that shows I’m fighting for my people.” San easily continued to speak about his tattoos and their meaning now, when she asked him to tell her more about them. 

He would be laughing at himself, if it weren’t for the tattooing. San never expected that the simple contact with her skin was enough to keep his wolf somewhat satisfied and make him definitely easier to control. For weeks he battled inside of his mind with his wolf to take it slow. The constant suffering of being near her, having her scent and presence invade all of his senses without the possibility to act on it, turned San almost crazy. Yet, simple hand holding had been the solution all along.

“I’d like to have one as well”, Yeong-Ja announced suddenly, making both men freeze and stare at her with wide eyes.

Hongjoong was the first to break out of his stupor. “You want to have a tattoo?” He raised an eyebrow in question, looking at her and then at San before he looked back at her. “What would you want to get and where?”

Yeong-Ja’s eyes flicked to San, who still hadn’t moved, where she looked at the wolf tattoo shortly. Her eyes moved back up to San’s face, seeing how stunned he was with her statement. 

San barely heard any of Hongjoong’s question as his heart hammered inside his chest and pumped his blood like a raging stream through his body.

Yeong-Ja bid down on her lower lip, feeling suddenly nervous with the way both men stared at her. “I’d like something that shows what I am. Something that shows I belong to the emperor.”

‘She wants us to mark her!’ 

San could feel his dick twitch from the image of marking her. The excitement his wolf felt washing over to himself as well. He had to fight to keep his thoughts clear, needing several minutes before he could even speak again. “You want my sigil on your body?”

Yeong-Ja nodded softly, still gnawing at her lower lip. She had thought of a wolf at first but the second San mentioned his sigil - the moon - she knew it was the perfect tattoo to show she belonged to him. “Would that be alright?” Yeong-Ja looked up at San through her eyelashes, nervous to get a rejection from him.

“Yes”, he breathed out, squeezing her hand gently. “Absolutely!” San turned his head to glance at Hongjoong. “Once you finish my tattoo, prepare everything to make another.”

Hongjoong agreed quietly and got back to work, finishing the tattoo soon after. He cleaned San’s back one last time before he stood up and called for a servant, requesting fresh towels and water. When he turned back around, his eyes landed on the woman. “Have you thought about where you want to get the tattoo?”

“Somewhere where I can see it, if I want to.” Yeong-Ja looked down at her body, wondering which part that would be. She lifted her arms and turned them, quickly deciding against them and looking further down her body. Her gaze momentarily flickered to San’s chest, thinking she could have the moon tattoo on her chest just like him, but she already squirmed at the thought of revealing her breasts. Finally Yeong-Ja’s gaze landed on her lap. “On my thigh?”

Hongjoong nodded. “That’s a good choice for a first tattoo placement. It will hurt less.” He started to prepare everything again, thanking the servants that brought the things he requested.

San squeezed her hand and brought her attention back to him. “Are you afraid?” He asked softly, tilting his head to one side.

“Not with your approval”, she answered him, smiling shyly and brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I was more afraid of your reaction”, she admitted. Again she glanced up at him, gauging his expression to her words. 

San could only grin foolishly at her, his dimples appearing in his cheeks. He loved how she asked for his approval; loved how she wanted to do it with him in her mind. Before he could say anything of that though, Hongjoong requested Yeong-Ja to lay down on her side. San nearly whined out loud when she pulled her hand away from him to follow the request.

Yeong-Ja tried breathing naturally but her nervousness slowly got the best of her. She only followed the instructions of Hongjoong now, her head otherwise empty. She pulled the fabric of her dress to the side, revealing her right thigh. 

Hongjoong then grabbed her by her hip gently and pulled her back to his lap, so that half her body leaned against him. “If this position is too uncomfortable we can get you a pillow to support your upper body.”

San immediately scrambled closer to them. He offered his own lap as a pillow and grinned giddily when Yeong-Ja accepted and placed her head on his lap. The emperor grabbed her right hand as well, pulling her arm up over her head so it wouldn’t be in the way for Hongjoong and so he could hold her hand again.

‘We should be marking her’, his wolf growled. He felt conflicted watching another man putting a mark on the body of his mate - even if it showed humans she belonged to the emperor - and having her so close to him. On one side he wanted to smother his mate in kisses and licks and on the other he wanted to tear his teeth into the artist for touching her. Or take her in front of him just to show his claim.

San groaned silently, debating with his wolf inside his mind. He unconsciously closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, too focused on controlling his wolf.

Yeong-Ja, who had been staring up at San for the whole time, noticed how he tensed up again. She squeezed his hand and smiled reassuringly when he opened his eyes and looked at her.

“Does it hurt?” San asked and raised her hand to his lips, kissing the back of it before he could even think about the action.

“Not anymore”, Yeong-Ja answered, grinning at him as she saw the twinkle of understanding in his eyes. She didn’t just say these words to copy his answer from before, she actually barely felt the way Hongjoong tattooed her since all her focus had been on San only, making her heart soar and stomach flutter. This was the closest she had been to him and she liked the feeling, hoping it would only deepen in the future.

~

“Can I see your tattoo again?” San turned on his side, looking up at Yeong-Ja’s sitting form. He grinned innocently as he looked through his bangs, appearing almost boy-ish. 

Yeong-Ja giggled and leaned back on her hands, stretching her leg out. “You've been asking every day since I got it.” She closed her eyes and inhaled the fresh air surrounding her. 

Ever since she got the tattoo, San kept her as close as possible. He still hadn’t taken her at night but during the day he became quite clingy, disregarding the looks from others when he stayed so close to her.

Though right now he didn’t have to worry about it, having taken Yeong-Ja out on a picnic to a nearby stream in the bordering forest. He told Seonghwa where they were headed and ordered the guards to stay behind. San wanted to be solely with her at least for a moment.

“And I’ll continue to ask every single day.”

Yeong-Ja opened her eyes and laughed softly. “I’m yours. Technically you wouldn’t even have to ask.” She licked over her lips and averted her eyes again, taking in her surroundings instead.

The sun filtered through the canopy of the trees above their heads, letting thin rays of light hit the ground around them. Some rays reached the water of the small stream, where the moving water reflected the light. Birds and cicadas chirped around them and somewhere up the stream even a frog croaked its mating song.

San pushed himself up and crawled over to Yeong-Ja, his body half hovering over hers now. He grabbed her chin with his forefinger and thumb and turned her head until she looked into his eyes again. “I will always ask for your consent.”

Yeong-Ja exhaled shakily and smiled up to him. “And I’ll always give you my consent.”

San grinned brightly and let go of her chin, his hand moving down to her leg instead. When he reached her ankle, he finally made contact with her skin. Ever so slowly San pushed his hand up along her leg now, moving the fabric of the dress to the side in the process. Once he revealed her bare thigh to his sight, he let his thumb brush over the dark tattoo. 

‘We should mark her right next to it!’ His wolf tried to order San and growled in frustration when he didn’t bud. ‘She’s ready for us! Take her, mark her, breed her!’ 

San swallowed harshly, trying to ignore the pictures floating into his mind. He grabbed her thigh, his large hand squeezing it. His eyes slowly wandered back up to her face, seeing how she stared at him with bated breath. 

‘She wants us! Wants us to breed her! Do something!’ His wolf roared in frustration when San only dropped down on her form, using her body as a pillow. 

San pressed his ear against her chest, listening to her erratic heartbeat with a smirk playing over his lips. He sighed in content and closed his eyes. It took all his strength to keep his wolf in check and simply relaxing in her lap helped him gain the power to keep it that way.

Yeong-Ja shifted her weight to hold her up on one hand, so she could card her fingers through San’s dark locks. She tried to ignore how her heart hammered inside of her chest, making her emotions incredibly obvious to the emperor. She tried to ignore the flutter inside her stomach and the heat pooling in her lower regions when he squeezed her thigh. While a part of her wanted him to take her in the middle of the forest, she couldn’t bring herself to ask him.

Yeong-Ja wasn’t inexperienced - not that she’d tell anybody about it - but now that emotions had joined the situation, it created a pit in her stomach and made a mess out of her.

A twig snapped in the distance, alerting San and his wolf. He tensed up before pushing himself into a crouching position in front of Yeong-Ja, ready to protect her at any cost. San barely held the growl inside him when he heard steps coming closer.

“What’s wrong?” Yeong-Ja sat up as well, placing one hand on San’s back and peering over his shoulder. 

“Someone’s coming”, San informed her with a low voice. He had his eyes still trained on the trees in front of him, listening intently to the steps. His nose twitched as he tried to use the sense of smell from his wolf, hoping to get a read on the person that was approaching.

“San?”

Yeong-Ja sat a little straighter than before, her mouth shaping an ‘o’ as she recognised the voice. She also noticed how San visibly relaxed and stood up, calling out for Seonghwa.

Soon enough the older man appeared between the trees with an awkward smile adorning his face. “I’m terribly sorry to interrupt”, he apologised and bowed shortly in front of the couple. “But I have to ask you to return to the palace.”

San frowned and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Why?” Was the only word he said, slightly glaring at Seonghwa for even requesting something like that.

Seonghwa glanced towards Yeong-Ja, who slowly stood up too, readying herself to leave at any moment. He sighed deeply and returned his attention to his emperor. “Patrolling guards have stumbled on a camp of soldiers from the neighbouring region. They were able to overwhelm them without any casualties but now they insist on delivering a message to the emperor himself.”

“And that couldn’t wait?” San grunted in annoyance, but started to pack the few things he had brought along nonetheless. 

“The prisoners make the court nervous.”

“And a nervous court is a bad court.” San sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. He didn’t want to leave Yeong-Ja’s side so soon. He turned his head and looked at her, contemplating his options. “Would you” - he paused, unsure about his own request - “stay with me?”

Yeong-Ja nodded and quickly stepped next to him, placing a hand on his upper arm. “If that’s what you wish.”

San thanked her quietly and grabbed her hand, leading her back to the palace and towards the throne room. His thumb rubbed slow circles to the back of her hand as his gaze was trained on Seonghwa’s back. He knew Seonghwa wouldn’t have interrupted them if it wasn’t necessary. He still cursed the older man for doing it though.

When they reached the throne room, Seonghwa stepped next to the throne as the head counsellor, looking down at the five soldiers that kneeled at the bottom of the steps towards the throne. 

San glared at them as he walked up the steps and plopped down on the throne. He still held onto Yeong-Ja’s hand and used the chance to pull her right into his lap. There was no way he’d let her go now while being irritated already. San wrapped his arms around her body and silently nosed her neck, inhaling her scent with closed eyes to calm himself down again. 

Yeong-Ja hadn’t expected to sit on the throne as well but she sensed how San needed her presence to keep his cool. She placed one hand on his chest, silently telling him she would be there for him.

“What is this message you have for me?” San opened his eyes again, glaring down at the five soldiers, who cowered away from his intense aura. Even some of his own guards shrunk down on themselves. 

“It’s more of a warning”, one of the soldiers spoke up, raising his head to look up and smirk at San and Yeong-Ja. “You might wanna keep a closer look on your concubines.”

San snarled loudly and tightened his hold on Yeong-Ja, leaning forward a little as if he wanted to attack at any moment. “Be careful of your next words or I will rip your tongue out”, he threatened, baring his teeth in the process.

The soldier laughed maniacally. “I’m not surprised rebel groups are forming in your kingdom when the emperor himself is more concerned whether I insult a concubine or not.” He glared back up at San, a crazy look in his eyes and a smirk on his lips. “They say the dumber the concubine the better the sex. So this one must be incredibly stupid if you keep her that close.”

Yeong-Ja pressed her hand on San’s chest, keeping him in place. She turned her head to the soldier, raising an eyebrow to taunt him. “Oh really?”, she asked with a scoff. “In this case your stupidity outshines mine. You never intended to give the emperor a real warning, did you now? You only desired to insult him or get a rise out of him, isn’t that right? But here you are, on your knees, pathetic and incredibly stupid for revealing your association with rebel groups.” 

Seonghwa stared at the woman with wide eyes. She was the first woman to speak during a court meeting of this magnitude. She was also the first to attend one but that's besides the fact she kept San in check, threw the insults right back at the enemies face and pointed out valuable information. He had also picked up on the rebel part but would have brought it up at a later point without the soldiers present. 

Seonghwa turned his attention to San, noting how he barely held himself together. The only thing stopping him right now was Yeong-Ja’s hand on his chest. Otherwise he appeared to be absolutely livid.

“Pah”, the soldier barked, internally cursing himself for speaking about the rebel groups.

“And let me guess”, Yeong-Ja continued, ignoring how the soldier bared his teeth at her, “part of the rebel group is a former concubine that ran away. Why else would you bring it up?”

“A loud one, aren’t we? I’ll keep in mind to gag you when I fuck you and make you submit to me!”

In a flash San pushed Yeong-Ja from his lap and leaped down the stairs, crashing into the soldier, who had insulted her on several occasions. He punched his face over and over again, not stopping even when he heard the crack of bones.

Seonghwa rushed over to Yeong-Ja and placed his hand on her shoulder, forcing himself into her line of view. “You should leave now!” 

Yeong-Ja stared up at him with an open mouth. She noted his stern voice and expression but something inside her insisted to stay put. “He asked me to stay by his side”, she tried to bargain with Seonghwa, knowing full well her weak voice did nothing to compel him. 

“You do not want to see this”, Seonghwa only told her and grabbed her upper arm, pulling her up and away from the throne. 

“What kind of monster is he?” One of the other soldiers screamed as he tried to move away. 

Yeong-Ja looked over her shoulder upon the scream, seeing how San got tackled by several of his own guards, who tried to pull him away from the now lifeless body of the first soldier. She watched how San pushed all of the guards away and stood up, blood dripping from his fists. His eyes had turned turquoise as he fixed the soldier, who had screamed, with his stare. The last thing Yeong-Ja saw was San snarling, revealing larger canines than a human being should have, before she got pushed through the door behind the throne.

“What is happening to him?” She asked in concern and stared up at Seonghwa’s grim expression. Yeong-Ja stumbled along the wooden path, trying to keep up with the pace Seonghwa had.

“That’s something he’ll have to tell you himself.” Seonghwa opened the door to her quarters and gently pushed her inside. “Stay here and do not come out until I or a servant come for you!”

“What about San? Can I leave when he-?”

“No!” Seonghwa interrupted her immediately, his grip on her shoulder tightening. “In this state San can’t be near you! He wouldn’t want that!” 

Before Yeong-Ja could ask more questions, Seonghwa let go of her and closed the door in front of her nose. She wrapped her arms around her upper body and slowly walked to the large bed while all of her thoughts were with San.

Seonghwa basically ran back to the throne hall, seeing the bloodbath in front of him. He ordered the guards around as he tried to get a better grip of the situation. So far he counted four dead bodies already and several injured guards - which were thankfully on the lighter side. 

San stalked across the room to the remaining living soldier. He pushed himself through the guards that tried to hold him back, his hands that had already turned into claws reached out for the soldier and his turquoise eyes fixed him in the corner of the room. When San broke through his guards he landed on all fours but it didn’t stop him, instead he just continued to crawl forward. He growled menacingly and ignored the guards that grabbed onto his clothes and legs.

“They’re going to kill you! They will hunt you like the animal you are!”

San licked over his canines and pushed one last time forward, breaking free and reaching the soldier. He wrapped his hand around the soldier’s throat, his sharp claws digging into the skin and drawing blood. San leaned down to his face, leaving only a hair’s width between them. “They can try”, he growled before he snapped his back. 

Even though the soldier was dead, San still ripped his throat out and clawed at his upper body. He had lost all of his control, letting his wolf overpower him.

‘Die, die, die, die!’ The wolf chanted over and over again as he relished in the disembodiment of the soldiers. A small part of him had been incredibly proud of his mate for handling the situation so quick-witted but it did nothing for the rage he felt. Nobody insulted his mate and would get out of that alive. He scanned the room, making sure none of the enemies had survived, grinning even when he saw their bodies - or what was left of them. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, the stench of blood infiltrated his nostril as well as the fact the scent of his mate was missing.

Seonghwa and seven other guards stormed towards San, grabbing him and placing huge chains around his arms and wrists. They struggled quite a bit to keep San in check but did it in the end, despite his writhing and twisting.

They brought him to his private quarters and chained San up against his own bed, making sure he wouldn’t be able to break free unless he regained his human consciousness again.

“Take the time to cool off again”, Seonghwa told him with a pained smile on his lips. “You did what you had to. We’ll clean up the mess and take care of the rebel groups. Their scent will be traceable.”

San growled at the mention of the rebel groups, pulling at his chains as well. ‘Anybody associated with these soldiers has to die!’ 

Seonghwa sighed deeply and rubbed a hand over his face. He only hoped San would regain control again sooner than later. He didn’t want to imagine the consequences otherwise.

Yeong-Ja sat up on the bed as she heard the commotion outside her room. She scooted to the edge and listened with bated breath, hearing some muffled words being spoken as well as the rattling of chains. The woman swallowed the lump forming in her throat and stood up, walking to the door that connected her room with San’s. One of her hands clutched the turquoise pendant hanging around her neck while the other hovered above the door, trembling from the nervousness running through her body.

A pitiful whimper from the other side of the door, settled her decision and she pulled the sliding door open. Yeong-Ja glanced into the darkened room, her breath catching in her throat when her eyes connected with the turquoise glowing ones from San.

He whimpered again, trying to move one hand in a weak attempt to reach for her. “Yeong-Ja”, he rasped before he wetted his lips with his tongue.

Yeong-Ja carefully stepped closer to the bed, both hands now clutching the pendant while her eyes took in every detail of the scene before her. 

San laid splayed across the mattress, his upper body slightly hoisted up by the dozens of pillows behind his back. His arms were pulled to the side by heavy looking chains that wrapped around them up to his elbow. His fingers, which appeared more like claws, had blood slowly drying on them. Same with his clothes that got covered in blood stains and started to dry up. San had blood smeared over his lower face as well, the dark liquid a stark contrast to his smooth skin and his glowing eyes.

“San?” She asked hesitantly, halting at the end of the bed. Concern was written all over her features and it only deepened when he whimpered again. Yeong-Ja stared at him, a knot forming in her chest from the helplessness that suddenly arose inside of her. She wanted to help him, be there for him, but she didn’t know how.

A loud crack rang through the room and San broke free in the blink of an eye. He grabbed Yeong-Ja by the waist and slammed her down on the mattress, caging her underneath his body. He leaned down and nosed along her neck, inhaling deeply her intoxicating scent. “Our mate”, he rumbled and pressed his pelvis against her core.

The way San easily threw her onto the bed, knocked Yeong-Ja’s breath out of her lungs. The heat and throbbing inside her lower regions built up tenfold out of nowhere, leaving her incredibly aroused.

“We’ll take good care of our mate,” he breathed against the sensitive part of her neck, gently nibbling the skin even, “we’ll make her feel full with our cock, make her full of our cum until she’ll carry our pups.” He spoke more to himself than to her, too consumed by his own hunger and lust.

Yeong-Ja mewled softly underneath him when he ripped her clothes off, leaving her in a few shredded pieces of fabric but otherwise bare for his eyes. She wanted to hide from his intense gaze but stopped upon hearing him growl. Instead she raised her hands above her head, intertwining her fingers even, to show she wouldn’t hide a single part of her body from his sight. 

He growled almost impatiently as he grabbed her by the hips - the chains around his arms clanged loudly with each movement. With ease he lifted her body and turned her around so she was on all fours. He tore the fabric of his pants open while he pushed Yeong-Ja’s upper body into the mattress, presenting her ass nicely for him. 

Yeong-Ja gasped for air when he thrusted into her with one swift motion. Her walls tightened around his shaft, squeezing him hard from the sudden intrusion. She arched her back, changing the angle slightly he’d fuck into her. 

He grabbed her hair and held her down, pressing her into the mattress with one hand. Part of the cold chains rested on her back, adding to the intense feeling. The other grabbed onto her hip, keeping her body in place as he started to thrust into her. He snapped his hips so his pelvis hit her ass cheeks and created a loud slapping sound that reverberated through the whole room. He growled with each thrust, gaining strength from the increasing moans that turned higher in pitch with every snap of his hips.

Yeong-Ja cried out in pleasure, feeling her insides tingle in pleasure. Every fibre of her body reacted to him and sent her over the edge. If he hadn’t held her hip with a vice-like grip, she would have collapsed on the mattress. She barely caught her own breath when he used his strength again. She whined over the loss of his dick from her throbbing hole but yelped when he turned her back around and slammed her back into the mattress once more.

His claws ran over her skin, leaving thin red lines along their path. He moved them from her neck over her chest and down her sides until he stopped at her hips. His eyes landed on the moon tattoo on her thigh, grinning wickedly as he dropped down and licked over the dark ink. “Our mate. We’re marking her for good this time.” He nibbled around her tattoo, licking and kissing it in his way as well. Until he found a spot close to her core.

Yeong-Ja arched her back and screamed out when San bit down on her thigh, together with plunging two fingers into her hole at the same time. The pain and pleasure battled inside of her for the prominent feeling as San’s large canines stayed inside her flesh while he started to fuck his fingers into her at a brutal pace.

Only after he felt satisfied, he pulled away from the bite mark, rumbling pleased to see his own mark on her skin. He leaned down and licked over the tender wound, sealing it with his saliva. “You’re such a good mate for us. So perfect. Taking everything so well.”

With one last kiss on the bite mark he moved to her centre, brushing his lips over her sensitive nub and teasing her folds with a few licks. All while he still pounded his fingers into her relentlessly. He only slowed down his movements to add his tongue to the mixture, pushing it along his fingers into her hole. His nose nudged into her nub during the process, making her mewl and whine in pleasure.

As her high built up yet again, Yeong-Ja wanted to clutch her legs together but his broad shoulders and a tight grip on her thigh prevented her from doing so. She had to endure the onslaught of pleasure to her clit and folds, being toppled over the edge when he added a third finger to push into her. Yeong-Ja’s whole body trembled and was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, her breathing erratic and her mind wrapped in a cotton-like bliss.

He lapped at her essence, slurping up every last drop, before he pushed himself up and ripped the rest of his own pants and shirt away. He tore at the chains as well, getting rid of them and finally being just as bare as her. His dick slapped against his toned stomach, thick and throbbing, with droplets of precum oozing out of its tip. He leaned back down again and rolled his hips against her core, lathering his shaft with her juices and wetting it again before he pushed himself inside of her.

Yeong-Ja didn’t get a warning, nor was she prepared for what was to come. Her legs got pushed to her chest, where he wrapped his arms around to hold them secure while he rammed his dick into her tight hole. The drag along her walls had her thoughts spiralling and her high building rapidly again. Yeong-Ja grabbed onto the sheets of the bed, needing something to ground herself.

“Such a good mate”, he rumbled, accentuating each word with a harsh thrust, “taking us so well. Feeling so good around our cock. Our mate is the only one we need, only one we want.” He pushed into her, getting more and more aggressive since her moans spurred him on. “Need to breed her. Need pups. Need her full of our cum.”

When he let go of her legs, they fell almost limply back on the mattress, spread wide so he could still fuck into her. He grabbed onto her sides, his claws slightly digging into her skin as he continued to push into her. He grunted and growled, hitting the soft spot inside her. 

Yeong-Ja cried out in pleasure, writhing underneath him as she couldn’t control her own body anymore. She grabbed onto her hair with one hand, moaning obscenely loud. Her senses zoned in on the connection between their bodies and with one hard thrust she came undone once more.

He stilled his movements, having his dick pushed inside of her core as far as possible. He felt how the base engorged, forming the knot that would prevent any of his seed spilling out. He kept his position, leaning on his elbows and staring down at the connection. He could see how her entrance got spread wide from the building knot, which was enough to make him spill inside of her. His dick twitched and shot rope after rope of white hot cum into her, painting her insides white and filling her up to the brim.

“So good. Taking it all. Our mate will be round and plump with our pups.” He rumbled in satisfaction, watching how her lower stomach slightly expanded from the amount of cum he shot into her.

Even after he was done, he stayed in place - the knot wouldn’t reduce in its size anytime soon. He tore his glowing eyes away from their connected body parts, letting them wander over her body and up to her face. Out of the corner of the eye he noticed something around her neck.

Yeong-Ja winced slightly when he shifted his weight and reached out to carefully pull at her necklace until he had the turquoise pendant resting in his palm. She watched how the glow in his eyes slowly died down and his warm brown eyes returned again.

San’s gaze flicked from the pendant up to her face, confusion spreading over his features since his memory appeared a little hazy. “Yeong-Ja?” His voice was soft with a hint of worry lacing it. When she only smiled weakly - still too out of it from multiple orgasms - concern replaced San’s confusion. He wanted to push himself up when both of them winced, making him look down at his body again. San scoffed and shook his head. “Can’t believe my wolf fucked you before I did”, he grumbled, hiding his face behind his dark bangs.

“Your wolf?” She asked quietly, her voice hoarse from the constant moans. Yeong-Ja raised one hand to cup his cheek, lifting his head until San looked at her again. She rubbed her thumb over his cheek bone and smiled softly at him, even brushing his bangs out of his eyes. 

San sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his thoughts. “I’m not entirely human”, he mumbled, swallowing harshly in fear of her reaction. “I am part wolf.” He noticed how her gaze dropped down to his tattoo, making him grin slyly. San turned his head from side to side and looked around, noting the broken headrest of the bed and the chains discarded on the mattress to his sides. He slowly gained scenes of his memory back, putting the pieces together to get a whole picture. “I’m sorry”, he whispered and his head dropped down again.

“Why are you apologising?” Yeong-Ja got up on her elbows, ignoring the sting between her legs from the movement. “You have nothing to be sorry about!” 

San shook his head. “I wanted to ease you into this mess since it’s a lot to take. I understand if you’re afraid of me now and want to keep your distance. I’m deeply sorry for losing control over my wolf and letting him use you like that.” To his surprise he heard Yeong-Ja chuckle, so he looked back up at her with wide eyes.

“It is a lot to take in”, she agreed with a twinkle in her eyes, “but it doesn’t mean I can’t take it. The moment I requested the tattoo was the moment I decided to be in this for the long run. You don’t have to hide from me, don’t have to keep any secrets. I’m yours. Wholeheartedly.”

San cursed under his breath as he grabbed Yeong-Ja by the neck and pressed his lips against hers. He hummed into the kiss, barely suppressing the grin building from the pleased rumbles his wolf made. San licked over her lips, asking for entrance and deepening the kiss when she gave it to him. He slowly started to roll his hips as well, feeling his hard on buried so snuggly inside of her.

Yeong-Ja arched her back, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. While San’s movements were a lot softer they were precise and hit her insides just right.

San took his sweet time with her, adoring every second of it. For once he could enjoy the pleasure of life without his wolf commenting on everything he did. For once he felt like he became one - not just with himself but with another person as well, a person so special in her own unique way. And he would show her his gratitude every single day for the rest of his life.

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