A LESSON TO LEARN

— A LESSON TO LEARN

ENTRY #005 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. KISHIBE + EXHIBITIONISM

— exhibitionism is the term most commonly used for the action of being nude and/or engaged in a sexual act for others to witness visually.

• pairing: kishibe x chubby reader

• content warnings: public sex (alleyway), reader is in her twenties, kishibe in his fifties, spanking, calling of whore, kishibe calls reader, kiddo.

you have a lot to learn considering you're new in the public safety division and whose much better to learn from is the man who had years of experience, the strongest devil hunter — kishibe.

kishibe really lives out to his name being called the strongest in the division and to your expectations of him when you first entered the doorways of the public safety commission — you knew you were there for the thrill and the with the astronomical salary paid for people with your line of work.

and of course, to meet kishibe.

despite the adrenaline you were chasing for — death and fun are in the same page of your vocabulary — you need to at least toughen up in this line of work the high you were looking for and you were given the opportunity to be trained by no other than kishibe. thanks to ms. makima for her connections.

it didn't matter how old he was to you. the older someone is, the more experienced they have and he was perfect to you.

“the circumstances isn't what i expected coming from someone like you.” he says gruffly. taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke out. his eyes narrowing and yet he remained emotionless.“hunting devils isn't for people like you who seeks it for fun. this ain't a playground for you to play, kiddo.” pulling the silver flask from his coat and taking a swig from it.

you were annoyed by it. you knew you were young and being young and knowing the future that waited for you. it seems right to enjoy it.

seeing you were affected by what he was saying with your brows scrunch, the little mean pout and the glare you were sending to him. kishibe knew you were stubborn. youngsters this days.

“perhaps you could find something that will satisfy you.”

it was a low for someone like him to be fucking someone in a dark alleyway. his coat abandoned in his feet, pants pooling in his waist and the few buttons of his shirt are undone while his large cock is buried deep inside your sopping cunt.

you were the someone he is currently fucking in a dark alleyway with bystanders passing by with, unaware of you two both but with your filthy moans echoing — it wouldn't be too long for someone to notice you both.

“if i've known this also the fun you wanted — i should have fucked you sooner.” he groans behind your ears. his breath ragged while he drills his cock to your fat pussy. the back of your knee hooked in his arm while you moaned out his name.

kishibe didn't expected that at his age and his experiences in women — he would be still disciplining a brat like you. a few decades younger than him.

“told you — 'm not a kid, kishibe — mmph” you moaned out as you taunt him. if he would treat you like a kid then better be a brat for him. you giggled looking above him with his eyes neutral and his face monotonous but it looks like he was cracking from his facade.

his eyebrows raising while he examines you. your skirt bunched up to your waist. your blouse discarded along with his coat. showing the the side of your head pressed to the cold wall while you look to him like you were challenging him and you were getting too cocky for his taste.

“you're not a kid? hm?” he hums, questioning you with a confirmation. his hips snapping to yours and you let out a squeal from the sudden pace of his pounding to you. “then you wouldn't mind being shown like a whore to this people.” he says. spreading you wider and with your chunky leg hook in his arm, he positioned it to the direction where unsuspecting people passing by in the alleyway. if there's a unknown soul who turn his head to the direction. they can your fat cunt on display with his cock sliding in and out of your hole.

the thought of being seen by someone while getting your hole used sends shocks of shiver running down to your spine and to your pussy. the thought of it got you clenching around him and kishibe groans.

“you like that? you like someone watching you while you're getting impaled by an old cock, huh?” you gushed more from his filthy words. your slick dripping out as it runs down to his length.

“yes! i love it very much! please!” you cried out. your nerves tingling from how he was hard from he was fucking you. the sound of skin slapping and your cunt squelching from his length turns you on more and you didn't want it to end. finding the thrill of being fucked in a public place by your senior.

“more — please! fuck me harder!” moving your own hips to match his speed. your hand reaching out for his head and pulling it close for you to kiss him. turning your head to the side to meet his face and then his lips capturing your own. turning it on a more heated kiss. both of your tongues clashing in the insides of your mouth. “mmmm” his fingers coming to rub your swollen clit while his other hand gripping the rolls of your stomach. finding the leverage to continue his barrage of thrusts to your warm hole.

holding his head, you can feel the stitches in his cheek. rubbing into your face and that adds to the appeal of him. the sensation being too much for you and it wouldn't be too long before you can cum. your fingers pinching and pulling your nipple.

you didn't care about the noises coming from you. you weren't afraid of being someone with your body full on display as long you were under his touch.

your plush body quivers when the tip of his cock — hits the soft spot inside you making your juices drip down. “hit me there! hit me there again!” and kishibe complies to your wishes. angling his hips to a different position to hit that special spot inside you. raising your leg a little higher.

his cock throbs more than ever the more he buries himself deep inside you. the moment he took you under his wing — he knew he fucked up. you unknowingly bewitched him and it was his fault. you were deranged from the moment you joined his division. too fucked up and too crazy to ever fear death and he realizes him fucking you in this place will never satisfy your greed.

with a harsh bounce as you lower yourself to him. his balls slapping to your pussy. your warm walls came convulsing around him. making sure you were going to milk him dry and that triggers his own high. groaning and muttering a curse as he bit the crook of your neck while you milked him for all his worth.

his hot, white, sticky cum warming and painting your insides. generous amount of his cum seeping deep inside your walls that it creates a creamy, white ring at the side of his cock while still being inside you.

“you filthy whore.” he rasped out and it made you giggle. “yes. i'm your filthy whore.” looking at him with a daze look and he couldn't deny you still look innocent despite just being fucked by him.

turning around to face him and you hisses from the sensitivity. his cock still buried inside you. “i will be always your whore — kishibe.” kissing the tip of his nose.

“sure you are.” he muttered. pulling his length out from you. his cum running down to your creamy thighs. after fixing himself up. he grabbed his coat along with your blouse. assisting you dressing up and turning around with his back facing you. after making sure you were decent you followed him.

a huge smile etched from your face and kishibe takes a swig of the liquid in his flask. hearing you follow him and kishibe damn sure, he will never take someone as crazy like you under his wing again.

it was a lesson to learn for a man like him.

AHHHH wrists, being tied to his bed posts while those hands choke meeee

— OUT OF CONTROL

ENTRY #008 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. GOJO SATORU + OVERSTIMULATION

— refers to a state where an individual experiences an excessive or overwhelming level of sexual arousal, stimulation, or sensation.

• pairing: gojo satoru x chubby reader

• content warnings: dubcon,overstimulation, multiple orgasms

proceed with caution. never approach the man who's looking the combination of dark and crazy.

perhaps you were still unfamiliar with gojo.

he could be quite unpredictable. that's an understatement. he surprises you in many ways and standing in front of him. there is like another version of himself you have yet to unravel.

his blindfold hangs into his neck, the blues in his eyes shimmering more than ever while it stares at you. he seems conflicted like there is a hidden turmoil deep inside him.

“satoru?” you asked unsure, your voice wavering a bit. unsure of how you will approach him. he stayed silent. heavy footsteps echoing in the room as it draws closer to you and it was too late before you could react. he swiftly pounces into you. pushing you into the soft duvet of your bed.

putting his legs in the side of your torso. your wrists pinned above your head with only a hand and the other holds the pudge in your stomach.

“did something happen?” he remains silent. it's unlike for hm to be this quiet. stressed? a bad day at work? you don't know.. he's vocal with his problems being discussed to you. your heart quickens it's beat. unused to the placidity of his behavior he was displaying. one thing you knew about him? he is never quiet.

you take in to the sight of his features above you. his white hair swaying gently, framing his face. his pink full lips — perfect shaped nose and those eyes — the universe encased in those eyes of him. there is no trace of flaw on them. gojo satoru is perfect.

slender fingers danced at the top of your blouse. his attention on them. you felt cornered. trapped — from his lack of response. then his eyes met yours.

“i missed you.” he mutters and then the buttons of your blouse went flying — followed by the sound of clothes being ripped.

“n-no more...” you stammer out. your eyes closing and fluttering open as you feel another tingling sensation erupts in your system. your cunt clenching around his lenght but he didn't stop from the onslaught of his cock pounding to your pussy.

“it's fine baby. you can take more.” he assures, groaning at the sensation of your walls that is wrapped around him. his hands gripping like a vice to your wide hips. hypnotized by the movements of you body swaying in rhythm to his ministrations. he didn't stop. engrossed by your tight pussy clasping around him. he's unstoppable.

a hue of flushed pink dusted in his pale skin, sweat beads to his forehead from the exertion of his hips violently snapping into yours with no regards of your pleas. his breath coming in pants. huffing and panting. rapidly flowing in his mouth. he's frenzied. it's rare for him to get so worked up. you've never seen him like this before. a man possessed. occupied by your warmth and the feeling of your skin against his.

one after another and then another. you lost count of how many time he made you cum. tears springing down in your eyes. your body jitters and spasms. begging for you to stop but with his strength. it's impossible.

“'toru, can't do it anymore.” your voice broken from too much moaning and the whimpers you managed to croak out. your nails digging crescent shaped denting to his skin as you grabbed his arm.

he shakes his head — ears deaf to your please as you whine and beg for him to stop. emptying another load deep inside you. it continued for awhile. you were in the brink of passing out from a another bliss bubbling in your stomach. letting out a silent scream as your orgasm washes over you.

your breathing labored — you tried to call for his name again. “s—satoru...” your voice barely audible.m

when your hold to him loosen and the same time he shoots his hot, sticky cum inside you — breaks him in his stupor. chest heaving, slow pants can be heard as he peppers kisses to your cheeks.

“are you okay, pretty?.” he murmurs, his lips grazing to your skin. he's not yet to pull out. “yeah. what's gotten into you, 'toru?” you asked.

“nothing.” he replies, pressing a kiss to your lips and then another and another. turning into a full blown deepening of the kiss. you can taste yourself in his mouth from earlier session of him making you cum from his mouth and to his fingers.

soft pecks of lips are bestowed to each other. your fingers running through his soft, white hair.

“you're still inside me, 'toru?” you murmured in his lips, his breath fanning into yours and then the corners of his mouth curls upward and your breath hitched.

“one more.”

Could you write Chubby!Levi Ackerman x Fem!reader ? I mean imagine him with curves like his face is filled out , his cheeks are chubbier , his waist is getting plumped without forgetting his cute rounded tummy (fluff)

hey there anon. i don't write chubby! characters, i'm sorry.

— NO SUNLIGHT FOR THE CAGED

ENTRY #002 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. YAKUZA! OSAMU MIYA + SHIBARI

— shibari is a japanese style of bondage, it's known as a kink but it's more than that. It's a kind of art, while tying the rope around someone's body you're making different patterns and connecting with that person.

• pairing: osamu miya x chubby reader

• content warnings: yakuza au, yandere themes, pwp, shibari (bondage), dark themes, reader is a bastard, power imbalances, noncon, dubcon.

freedom is what you yearned for a long time but osamu miya won't let you get the freedom you deserved, now you belong to him.

days are gone in the blink of an eye while you stare at the spacious garden. walking in the same hallways was different.

it seems like yesterday with you and the the twins were frolicking there. spent playing the game of tag and gawking at the koi fishes swimming — tails swishing, creating ripples in the pond.

now there's no love nor fondness thinking about it. memories about being a child gives the illusion of being happy without a care in the world. temporarily.

as a child you thought nothing would change. that atsumu and osamu would be still your dear friends. that they will be the the same people you'll grow up with. you love them wholeheartedly. never did it crossed your mind one day, your dear tsumu and samu would change. you came to terms of it. they were meant to be that day as the next head of the miya clan and you — a bastard have no place for it.

and who are you to complain, you were born a bastard after all. in the world where family matters the most and influenced a organization, bastards like you have no place for it. maybe if you were born male, your father would maybe favor you a bit and that would been fine — you would have a purpose.

instead you were born a woman. engraved with the roles that you are nothing without men. that you will have value of being a wife, a mother and you don't want that. clinging to a hope that someday you will live a long, fulfilling life and escaping this place would be the first step on making that true, achieving the life you wanted. counting the days until you'll know what freedom is.

the halls were empty. where only shadows of a gleeful childhood witnessed the laughter and squeals of once lively halls. a remnant of the past that you will never see again.

“there's nothing for me here.” you would whisper where only the walls could hear you.

it all began when the twins grew distant of you. as heirs they are being prepared of the duties and responsibilities they would take once their father would step down as being the head of the miya clan.

atsumu was the first then osamu. you didn't knew atsumu for the first time he mocked you and reminded of your place. his voice tearing your heart apart. his disdain and disappointment were made for you and osamu, although he didn't say a word. his gaze tells otherwise. atsumu would snarl at you but osamu would look at you once, twice and a shrug is enough to tear your heart in shreds. the regret and disgust for meeting you, for simply existing. a nobody in his life.

what affection and sincere smile were long gone, replaced with the nasty remarks and the jeers. passing in the hallways only to get shoved or not ignored, not even once needed the memories of the bond shared.

it won't be long. you say to yourself. you needed a plan to escape this place. without looking back. a new life for yourself. free from the duties that is forced to you. a freedom for yourself.

watching the hands of the clock ticks by left you restless. a few belongings packed safely in your bag. you didn't have much, a few trinkets and such. tucked away in the corner of your room. a few more hours and freedom. you needed to tend things with the gathering of the constituents and allies of the miya clan tonight and after that, you are free. they wouldn't notice you. a nobody.

their noisy cheers and not so discreet of plans echoed in the common room along in the hallways. your father was also there. who had no interest to his bastard of a daughter.not even batting an eyelash as his daughter poured warm sake in his cup. downing it with eagerness and going back to their conversation. you continued to serve them along with the hope that you will be free tonight.

your heart pounds along with your sharp intakes of breath. come on now. it's now or never. you don't need to dwell yourself in trivial things. they were going to be too drunk or wouldn't give a care to you leaving. they could easily replace you.

this is the time while you leave in the back, you can see the tori as you approach getting bigger. this is it. when you walked past in that tori you will be free.

“where do you think yer going?”

don't look back.don't look back.don't look back.don't look back.don't look back.

you don't want to look and only to find samu's gaze staring at you. maybe, you could look at those eyes of his. it's been years since you've look at them and seeing it would be goodbye. a farewell.

turning around, clutching your bag in your hands. you face him, looking straight in his eyes. not even acknowledging how handsome he is in his black montsuki.

“away from here.”

“i didn't take you for being stupid. what made you think that yer leaving this place? how stupid.”

grey eyes twinkles in amusement. watching as your body squirm while the ropes tightens in your limbs. finally, he can use this skills he acquired from a long time ago. giving purpose to his fondness of ropes and to you.

he would be much gentler to you. if it weren't the act of you leaving him. how stupid for you to leave him. to think you have the will to leave him and the snap of ropes hitting your skin is the kind of mark that breaks your skin. let the punishment fit the crime of trying to escape from his grasps.

“samu, please. i don't want any of this.” you pleaded.

he remained silent. his fingers weaving the rope like a spider to it's web. gliding the rope in your skin while you're sprawled in the floor. his hakama pooling in his waist. showing the dragon tattoos etched in his left arm and to his abdomen and chest. toned and leaned his body is. proudly showing you what he's made of as he manipulates the rope in his own will.

the younger miya keeps his eyes glazed to your supple body. the rope digging in your soft skin. tugging the ropes to create tension to your flesh. feel it. embrace it. there's no use how you wiggled your wrists. the more you try. the tighter the rope clings to your skin.

a work of art, he would say. your body tangled in the red ropes minus the squirming. satisfied with his handiwork. samu pulls the rig above you. your body rising above and he can see the panic in your eyes. it wouldn't let you down if that's what you think. stupid for you to think that it'll fall when this is all made for you to think that you knew all of him. it's a dumb claim for you that you will own him. that you will be able to manipulate him with a simple pout of your plump lips. long gone with all the games and he got you wrapped around his fingers.

you were suspended in the air. limbs aching and burning that you can't almost feel it. osamu walks around you. admiring his work, his gaze fell to your body bound by the bright, red ropes and he can finally take all the frustrations he felt for years. face devoid of any emotions and you're afraid when osamu's like this. far much worse than his older twin.

lips pursed into a thin line while his knuckles grazed the skin in your cheek. you didn't meet his gaze. recoiling upon the contact of his skin to your and that osamu didn't like it one bit.

patience thinning out at your stubbornness. osamu grasped your jaw before pulling it close to him. meeting his piercing gaze that leaves your soul trembling. it's all pure territorial with death awaiting to those who dares to enter. his breath tickling in your face.

“and where would you go?” he began to inquire you. “you hold no position. no name for yourself. no property for you to own. you are nothing. you—”

“i know!” you interrupt him and osamu didn't like being interrupted but he lets you. “i'm aware all of that. you don't need to remind and you should have let me —”

“go? I won't allow it. you belong here and no place on earth would replace that. even you're gone, i'll find you. you forgot how powerful i am — princess.” the nickname leaves you breathless. you forgot he calls you that besides your name and it made you smile a little, bitterly. your samu was still here.

“i should tie you up more often.” he says, adoring the work while his hands runs to the expanse of your body. “i wonder what sound you'll make if i do this.” he teases, pinching the hardened bud, earning a delicious moan coming from you and that made him chuckle. “where else? i know you were always a slut, princess.” pulling the rope a little tighter and he can see the indents in your skin.

“dripping wet, are we?” he taunts. rubbing your puffy, soaked folds with his fingers covered with your slick. “please, samu” you whined. begging for more friction. begging for him to give your neglected pussy with attention.

your resolution of escaping dissipating like bubbles. you can never escape samu and you're dream of freedom was a mere child's dream. you're bound to him.

“bad girls don't get to cum, princess. if you only submitted to me earlier i might have.” plunging his finger to your hole and the tears begin to pour from your eyes. pumping his fingers in a lazy manner before pulling it out. admiring his slick-covered fingers.

catching you in his arms before whispering. “don't ever think of leaving me again.” and you nod immediately.

you won't be seeing the sunlight again along with the freedom you desperately yearned for.

— BEAST BENEATH THE MOONLIGHT

ENTRY #003 OF SHAISUKI'S KINKTOBER 2023

FT. BAROU SHOUEI + MONSTERFUCKING

— monsterfucking is a subgenre of xeno, which refers to characters or pairings involving decidedly non-humans, including aliens and science fiction as well as supernatural creatures.

• pairing: barou shoei x chubby reader

• content warnings: werewolf! barou, breeding, mating press, creampie, cunnilingus, dubcon, knots, talks about having pups.

• a/n: this was supposed for day three and whelp. got swept up with works and here we are. reblogs and comments are much appreciated. thank you!

in a small town strange things happen during the full moon and you were the one to experience what happens under the moonlight.

the rays of moonlight illuminated the whole place. the wind colder, pricking at your skin with the gust causing goosebumps to erupt all over to your skin and a shiver following suit.

nights like this with the full moon out. villagers tend to be wary at times like this. the beast comes out tonight, the elders would say but you never believe such rumors. disposing such details as tales to scare the children for coming out at night. careful, they say when you passed a group of villagers you meet earlier. taking a shortcut to our way home and you never heed such warning and that leaves you in your current predicament.

sprawled in the forest floor, head spinning as you groan. your vision a little blurry. squinting your eyes, trying to adjust your sight in the darkness with only the moonlight your source for guidance in this forest.

stubbornness be damned at your current situation. sitting up while you checked your body for wounds. touching your head you came to a conclusion that there's a bump building up from the impact of falling and a few scratches littering your arms. it wasn't too bad. thanks for the extra fat you were carrying acting as cushion. minimizing the damage of the impact. wait. you stopped for a moment to think. what the hell happened to you?

all you can remember is a pair of red eyes glimmering in the dark looking at you and then a rustle in the nearby bushes and you blacked out.

it was pure instinct. barou was still on his senses when he attacked you. little you walking all alone in this side of the forest. a dangerous feat like you doing when someone like him lurking in the darkness. searching and hunting for a meal and yet you present yourself freely to him without a care. a meal for a king.

it's been two years since he turned. one night with the moon shining in it's full glory. he was attacked and bitten rendering him useless to fought back and then he turned. in every full moon he had to deal with the transformation and barou hates the dirt in the forest and the town that surrounds it. he had to be locked up in that basement of his own home in the first year. his parents and younger siblings were aware of it and to keep them safe he have to locked himself. to keep everyone safe especially his family. he had no control of the beast no matter how he tried to control to it.

then one night in that year during in one of his transformation, a enticing scent wafts through the cracks of his home. the scent leaving him dizzy and surprisingly calm — the pounding in his skull had stopped, the bones that snapped and cracked in the process of his transformation wasn't much painful than it was. his nose twitching — sniffing the scent that lingers in the air and what entity could produce such alluring scent that it made the beast in him to be calm and turns out it was you.

after the lashings that occured in the room. his mother had informed that you were present that night. the information made him quiver in anticipation. if you were the one who can calm him then you should be by his side. he learned to control the beast with the mere memory of your scent burning in his mind and that made him free to lurk in the forest and the rumors started. you were the stupid one not to believe in such things and look where it got you within reach for him to claim.

your eyes wide and the he can smell the arousal dripping in your tight hole. you're scared and in the same time aroused. how pathetic for a puny human like you. he's within your sight as he emerges in the darkness.

you slowly backed away from him with your palms digging in the ground. your feet kicking in slow manner while you crawled backward away from him. never seen such monstrosity in your whole life and your heart beats per mile out of fear. you thought the rumors surrounding this town wasn't true and here you are meeting the center of the rumors.

“stay still, or i will hurt you.” he warns. his gruff voice and the tone of authority in his voice seems familiar but he couldn't be? there's no way and what happened?

swallowing, you began to examine the man or rather a werewolf in front of you. standing in it's hind legs, tall and proud. his bulky build. his black fur, there's a streak of red on it and those red eyes. they're awfully familiar. someone you've known for a long time.

“shou?” you asked unsure. blinking a few times and there's the sound of scoff coming from him.

“took you long enough to recognize me.” he says.

“what happened?” dusting your palms from the dirt that clung to it and his eyes narrowed at the question.

“i got bitten.” he briefly answers.

“oh...” gulping as you stared at him and barou noticed and there's the familiar feeling creeping into him. if it was to kill and wreck havoc in his path, tonight was different. there's a tight knot in his stomach and the need to breed someone — you. he had gotten cycles of rut during his transformations and he took care of it but he don't think he can control himself when there is now you.

his pupils dilating, darkening with every intake of the air with your scent mixed into it and suddenly he's drooling. snarling that leaves you shaking in fear. his fangs baring and there's an animalistic growl rumbling through his chest and you began to panic.

“shouei?!” you try to call out to him but he doesn't seem to care about it. in a swift moment, his claws meet with your clothing and tore it apart. a squeak coming from your mouth with the movement. leaving you bare and you shiver upon the contact of cool air to your skin.

you try to wiggle out of his grasp but a snarl and his fangs baring to you, stopped you from doing so. his sharp fingers clawing through your exposed skin. it drags but not hard enough to wound you. his palms pressing in your flabby arms to pin you down while his tongue laps through the surface of your skin.

dragging his tongue effectively leaving damp marks on its wake, to your neck and to your chest. his mouth claiming a nipple to suckle. teeth biting and tongue swirling to your hardened bud. you were afraid that he was going to tear the flesh from how hard he was sucking then with a loud pop he removes himself from it. his attention now to your soft stomach. his tongue lavishing it with such attention, leaving nips and there's a wet patch glistening while his tongue made a path on its wake.

he can smell you. his snout nuzzling at your clothed pussy. even in the barrier created by the cloth. he can feel how warm it was. your slick dampening your panties and fuck, he awaits for a feast. he rips your undergarments and he can feel you shiver from it.

parting your legs, gaining access to your dripping cunt and fuck this is what he imagined. your fat pussy dripping with slick. inviting him to take a lick and licking it wouldn't satisfy him. he intends to feast on your heat.

“s-shou!” you choked out his name. his long flattened tongue taking a swipe over to your perineum and above to your hole and then to your clit. the coarse texture of his wet muscle adding sensitivity to your already soaked folds.

barou growls at your taste. your sweet juice dripping out from your aching hole and he laps it with such vigor like he's a man derived of water for a long time and this only salvation is the sweet nectar coming from your hole.

at this state he was catching the slick falling out of your heat. kissing your pussy like a man to his lover. full of want and need. his large palms skimming through the expanse of your thighs mindful not to cut his sharp claws but it leaves rather impossible from you attempting to get away from his tongue. leaving him no choice but to wrap his arms around your luscious thighs.

back arching and lowering your body to him — constantly switching in position. the desire and wanting to stay away from him yet going back to his tongue flicking your labia and sucking your clit. you can feel his sharp canine teeth teasingly biting your clit. tongue wriggling inside your hole, slick gushing out continuously like waterfalls which he gladly devours.

your toes curling and legs tense from how eager he is from eating your pussy out. abdomen tight with the impending build up of your orgasm like a newly lighted wick of a dynamite close to exploding. his snout tickling your mound with it's cold surface.

“i—m, c—close, shou— going to cum” you gasped out, taking gulps of air for you to breath.

the beast between your legs growls. knowing well you're close to release. he can smell it. feel it. your walls contracting and spasming.

his tongue swipes your clit in a brutal pace and with a sharp suck to your swollen clit. you came. forcing a loud moan to escape from your lips. grinding your pussy to his mouth while the creamy liquid from your orgasm came rolling like droplets.

panting from your intense orgasm. you thighs tremble as it squished in the man's head. there's an obscene sound of him slurping your juices. you can't help but to hiss. pulling his hair to stop him but he continued nonetheless.

looking down below, your dark orbs meeting his own dark red eyes. staring back at you with such intensity leaving you to feel so small in front of him. his mouth still moving not leaving a drop of your juices. a string of saliva or drool or whatever mix it was — still attached to your cunt and to his mouth.

“i just ate you out and you're already ruined for me.” he says wiping the drool in his mouth.

“what's gotten into you?” you managed to rasp out from your orgasm and you still can't believe being given head in the middle of the forest.

he didn't utter any word. there's only a rampant growl brewing inside him ready to burst any given moment. he hovers above you. his large body covering your softer body. this is barou — in his werewolf form. it didn't much made any difference in his human form. hulking and commanding everyone from him. selfish and territorial he was. being turned into a werewolf just intensified those features of him. unwavering and dominating in every single way. eyeing his form above you.

barou's muscular. his muscles bulging. veins popping decorating his arms like swords of lightning. you can swear there's a vein popping in his forehead.

large palms skims in the back of your legs and it runs down to the back of your thighs before lifting it up. you let out a squeak when he lifts them up before pressing to your chest. folding you in half. your rolls squishing as it was met with barou's force.

there's an animalistic growl coming from him. his bulbous tip protruding at your entrance. your hole already squeezing at his tip from how wide it was. he's huge. incredibly huge. his tip a dark shade of red. angry red that drips with pre-cum and the length and the girth. it would be a pain for you take it. a vein protruding from the base to it's shaft. standing proud and tall.

slowly inching — length by length burying his girth inside you and barou growls. his blood red eyes turning dark than it already was and the vein in his forehead almost popping at the intensity. you let out a sharp gasp when in one swift movement he buried himself deep inside you.

there's a burning sensation in your walls. his cock heavy and snug inside you and you can't help but to let your tears flow from your eyes. he buried his muzzle in your neck. inhaling your scent while the tapered tip of his tongue draw pattern in your skin. trying to ease the sensation of being stretched out by his huge cock.

your cunt clenching to him tightly and even in his brute nature he waited for you to adjust. you were everything he imagined and fuck did you feel so good around him. his bulging knot resting at your entrance.

“oh fuck—” he curses out, a bit muffled. “i knew you could take me.” before pulling out and bottoming against to you. “going to breed this pussy. fill you up with my pups.”

the push and pull of his cock getting more prominent. he puts his hands in the back of your head and your hands finding refugee in his arms holding for your dear life. your thighs and legs burning from the position but you endured it. aware that you can't escape barou's hulking form — half of weight into you.

he never left your sight. his eyes wide with the intent to fuck your brains out. his hips beginning to slap into yours in a faster pace. the sounds getting loud — echoing in the ground of the forest and if there's anyone nearby you two would be mistaken as animals in heat and barou fucks you like he means it.

the drag of his heavy cock melding into your velvety walls added by the vein that cascades to his length. you couldn't help but to clench around him like you weren't being split in half by his pulsing cock.

your moans and whimpers along with his snarls and growls being in sync. he fucks you so hard that you fear he'll crush your skull from how brutal he was pounding into you.

you abandoned the thought. trusting the man wholeheartedly that he wouldn't harm you with the exception from the roughness you were taking from his fucking.

his snout or rather mouth went to take a dip into yours. although, he can't fully kiss you. his tongue made the work. slithering into your mouth, occasionally swiping the corners of your mouth. his drool mixing with your spit and saliva creating a smooching sound. it almost made you cry that barou could be this gentle minus the rough fucking you were taking.

your body quivering and jiggling. the flabs of your arm and the suppleness of your thighs rippling from the impact of his thrusts.

you came before you knew it. creaming around his cock when he pushes his knot inside you. the added length hitting your g-spot with his tip and you were drowned in the pleasure of it.

if didn't take long before spilling his hot, thick cum inside you. spurts after spurts. his knot added by your tight hold of his cock — he couldn't stop cumming. ensuring the chances of fertility to your womb with his future pups.

it is all coincidence — really. when he sensed you walking alone in the area and his instincts taking over — purely from his rut — took you.

his musky scent and your heady scent lingers in the air. he sniffs from it, making sure to burn in his memory. his first rut with you. his cock couldn't stop from pumping your full of his load deep inside you. his balls tight from it.

satisfaction and proud of what he had done. he slowly pulled out. his warm cum following suit and he frowns. what a waste. he eyes you down. you were still reeling from the haze of your orgasm and he can't help but to be enraptured and drawn to your plush form and of course to you. cheesy as it may sound you were destined to be his.

you were perfect for him. fitting for a king.

barou scoops your sleeping form before going back home to clean himself and you.

too tired to move and when sleep calls for you — the last you see is a pair of red eyes looking at you and you smiled when darkness engulfs you in his arms.

when you wake up, the ache between your legs is the first thing you noticed. removing the blanket. you were dressed in a white shirt that is a little bit tight on you and black shorts that obviously wasn't yours. you can see the bruises blooming all over your legs and in your thighs. he really had gone wild to you.

a thud coming from the coffee cup being placed in front of you. unlike barou's werewolf form where his coal colored fur bristles, his hair was down. fresh from the shower you think. he sits in front of you. giving you only the intense look he always had.

memories came flooding to you. placing your palm in your stomach. you remember how he ravished you with the intent of getting you rounder for his pups.

“you've bred me?” you ask softly to him.

“i did. made sure you're full of my cum. i'm waiting for the results.” he said gruffly.

“are you sure it will take?”

“it will. if it didn't — i'm going to ravage you again until you get pregnant with my pups.” patting your thighs littered with bruises. your face warming from his declaration. he sure did made a number on you.

“don't let your pretty head worry. i'll take care of you and our pups.” pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead before nuzzling to the spot in your neck where he bit you.

you nod and you can't help but to think than it only happened last night where the moon in it's full glory had led you to this kind of fate to the man who just claimed you last night. strange things do happen when there's moonlight shining all over the place.