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Byoudouin Houou was a walking red flag. He was cold, callous, conniving—a fucking jerk, to put it simply. Quite a lot of the things he did and the words he spoke made him insufferable to be around—regardless of who you were. He had no regard for anyone but himself and had no respect for anybody because he simply knew he was better than you. He knew his way with words, but he sure was stupid and never knew when to shut the fuck up. You knew all of this, and yet, you still found yourself getting entangled with him every damn time he was in town.

"God, you're fucking insufferable," you spat.

"You sure about that, sweet cheeks?" he smirked. "Can't be that bad if you keep coming back to me."

There was barely any foreplay with him—he just got straight to the point. He knew what he wanted and you liked that about him. You're barely through the door to the hotel room when he slams your body into the wall and starts to shove his tongue down your throat. His rough hands started tearing at your clothes to get them off of your body as quickly as possible.

"Wow, lace," he complimented as he ogled at your bra while unhooking it. "Didn't think you were the type."

"Shut up," you scowled as you tried to bite off his tongue.

He caught your face in his hand. "Nice try, darling."

His other hand had grasped onto your right breast, fingernails digging into your skin. You let out a small yelp, which only makes him more excited. You could feel him pressing his erection through his pants against your thigh as he continued to bite at your lower lip. You couldn't stop yourself from leaning into that lust as you tried to drag him to the bed in the room.

"Impatient, huh?" he snorted as he pushed your face into the mattress.

With one quick tug, he slid your pants and underwear off and threw them across the room. You could hear him undo his belt and let his pants drop to the floor from behind you. As much as you wanted to turn around, his monstrously strong arm kept you pinned in place. The next thing you felt was his monstrous length being forcefully shoved into your quivering pussy from behind.

"A-ah!" you inhaled sharply.

"What's wrong?" he taunted as he slapped your ass with his open palm, hard enough to sting. "Can't take my cock anymore, princess?"

"A warning would be nice, asshole," you sneered in response.

"Judging by how wet you are, I don't think that's necessary," he snarled into your left ear.

He wrapped his right arm around you, his hand migrating towards your clit, fingers pressing down on that sensitive spot as he started gently pinching and rubbing in tiny circles. An indescribable moan escaped your lips as you felt yourself clamp down on his dick while you tried to push yourself up from the bed with your arms. You could hear his audible smirk as he laid down on top of you, your back now pressed into his sculpted chest. His chapped lips were running themselves all over the side of your neck while his left hand started pinching at your nipple.

"Fuck," was all you could say. Why did he make you feel so good?

"Cumming already?" he continued to taunt you. "Thought you were better than this."

"If you think this is enough to get me off, keep dreaming," you scoffed.

Of course, he took that as a challenge—you always knew how to push that ape brain of his to do your bidding. You blinked and found yourself flipped over on your back and he was staring right at you with his hungry, devious eyes. His hands were being kept busy groping and squeezing your breasts, pinching and rubbing your nipples, making the most heinous noises escape from your mouth. He started quickening his pace, each thrust deliberately forceful in an attempt to make you cry in pain. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, your nails piercing and digging into the skin on his back shoulderblades and drawing the tiniest amount of blood. That was when he spat on your face.

"You bitch," he muttered under his breath but you could see that tiny grin of enjoyment on his lips. "All high and mighty until you get a cock inside you, huh?"

"Coming from the same guy who can't get laid by anyone else?" you jabbed in return. "Thought you were the talk of the town, Houou-kun."

"Tch, don't you fucking use my name so casually like that," he snapped.

He repositioned his hands towards your hips, fingers now digging into your skin as he started fucking you with absolutely no regard. You knew he was just trying to get himself up to his own climax, but that didn't mean you weren't relishing in the fervour as you started to feel light and floaty with every thrust. Sure, it wasn't going to be enough to get you off, but that didn't matter to you at that moment. You could feel his cock throbbing—you knew he was close.

"God, you're so fucking tight," he sighed as he pulled himself out completely. "Kind of a shame I don't want this to end here."

Without any warning, he hoisted you up and forced his whole cock down your throat. That bitter taste of his cum seemed secondary to the taste of your own arousal all over his entire length. You couldn't control your eyes' reflexes to water as tears started trickling down your face while you choked. You looked up at Houou's face, his signature arrogant grin plastered all over as he stared down at you like you were nothing.

"That's right—take my fucking load, you bitch," he spat on you again. "Do you like the taste of how pathetic you are?"

You couldn't control your coughing fit once he removed himself from your mouth. He scooped you up into his beefy arms before throwing you back down onto the bed and mounting on top of you. Leaning down, he stuck out his lecherous tongue and licked the tears from your eyes, relishing in how you were shivering beneath him. You knew he was still hungry for more and you couldn't wait as you started sinking your claws into his biceps.

"Do you fucking mind?" he scowled.

"Nope," was your cheeky response, "if you don't want people to stare, stop taking off your shirt, Houou-kun."

"Tch."

He placed his lips on the side of your neck and started suckling at the skin. His teeth were gently gnawing and breaking the capillaries, leaving a richly purple mark in an area that you couldn't really hide. The stubble of his beard made the sensation feel even more insane as you gasped.

"H-Houou-kun...!" you stuttered.

"Shut the fuck up," he ordered before he moved to a different part of your neck to repeat ad nauseam.

You fought back with what little strength you had by continuing to leave marks all over his back and biceps with your dangerously sharp fingernails. Annoyed, he grabbed a hold of both your wrists and pinned them down above your head to stop you from drawing more marks on his already-scarred body. By this point, he was already hard enough to violate your needy cunt with his dick once more. You couldn't contain yourself as your walls squeezed tightly around his girth from just the insertion alone. Unintelligible mumblings were spilling out of your mouth as he fucked you until your eyes were seeing white.

"I'm gonna cum...!" you couldn't help but gasp as your back started to arch.

You could feel Houou's calloused fingers on your clit once more as he worked you to your climax. The visceral scream that escaped your lips as your toes curled and vision blanked only made him get more aggressive. He didn't care that he wasn't matching your wave of euphoria as he pounded into you at his own rhythm. You could feel his second load of hot cum flooding your pussy and spilling out of you with every violent thrust from the man above you. Your entire being felt jelly-like as you melted into an incoherent mess of his making.

"Filthy bitch," he spat on you once more, "reduced to nothing from just a single dick, huh?"

You felt your lower half get colder as he withdrew himself and got off of you. Your eyes were feeling so heavy that they closed on their own. You could feel his body collapse onto the bed on your left side but the sheer number of hormones poisoning your mind rendered you unable to even form a coherent sentence. You could feel his chapped lips grazing your neck again, ready to leave another visible bruise, but your consciousness was fading away rather quickly.

"Pathetic."

When you awoke the next morning, the other side of the bed was long cold; his musk barely remained within the sheets. He never stayed, but there was always a lone text message awaiting you to read on your phone from him. It was always the same message.

'See you next time, sweet cheeks.'

You could never control the giddy smile that would creep onto your lips as you started to doomscroll through your feed. That arrogant bastard always had a tendency to take off his shirt during breaks between sets and the internet was rife with theories about the various claw-like scars that were alongside the ancient reminder of his previous folly on his back. You couldn't help but be proud of your work as you shot him a cheeky reply of your own.

'I'll make sure my nails are extra nice, then♡'

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Tanegashima Shuuji was not a good boyfriend, but he sure was a fun boyfriend. He had a reputation that beset you and there were quite a number of people who commented on his promiscuity—many directly to your face. You weren't really sure whether or not to believe these rumours, but you also weren't sure if you cared much about it either. Shuuji was mostly there when you needed him and it wasn't like you could stay mad at him forever. He was—quite simply—so unbelievable in bed that you'd forget you were ever peeved with him to begin with.

"Ah, there's my princess☆" he would always greet you with this. "Ready for date night?"

"Of course," you giggled. "I've missed you, Shuuji."

"Me too, babe," he responded as he took your hand in his and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it, "but, I do hope I can make you my queen soon."

"Oh, stop," you blushed, "you're getting ahead of yourself."

"There's nothing to get ahead of if I know it's fate for us to be together☆" he hummed. "Buuuuuut, maybe we can just skip to dessert instead?"

You did not mind that suggestion at all. "Sure, let's do that."

Of course, Shuuji always had a way of finding the most interesting establishments for "dessert" no matter where he was. You weren't really sure what to expect when the room door opened to what looked like an elaborate maze illuminated by mildly disorienting soft blue lighting. Thinking wasn't really something you were capable of doing the minute your lips met his as he lightly pinned you to the closest wall.

"Mmm, Shuuji..."

"Gosh, you're just so irresistible," he purred into your ear.

He knew that nibbling on your ears was more than enough to get you worked up as you couldn't help yourself from gasping sharply in response. His skillful hands made light work of the clothes on your body in the meanwhile, your matching light blue lingerie the only thing left protecting your modesty in front of his lustful eyes. Shuuji stopped briefly as he ran his slender fingers across the delicate sewn-on details of your bra.

"I wore it for you," you told him. "You said it was your favourite colour."

"Hm, is it?" he grinned before reaching behind you to undo the hooks with one hand. "It is pretty, but this is better☆"

Shuuji just loved to fondle your breasts, pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples as the most unsavoury noises escaped your lips, but he was the most dangerous when his lecherous tongue got involved. Just the tip of it flicking rapidly on your apex was enough to make you dig your fingers into his toned biceps as your high-pitched shriek quickly became inaudible.

"That's what I like to hear, babe," he grinned.

He pulled you deeper into the maze until you reached the center of the room where the entire floor space was just a very large bed. Shuuji wasted no time taking off his shirt before pinning you down. His mouth continued to run all over you, sucking and leaving marks all over your thin skin as you writhed beneath his relentless strength. You were getting so impatient with how much teasing he was doing.

"S-Shuuji..."

"Okay, okay," he chuckled, "whatever my princess commands☆"

He quickly shifted his attention downward, his fingers lightly grazing you down there with only your underwear separating you from his raw touch. He used his fingertip to encircle your clit through the thin fabric, making you kick your feet in anticipation. You could see the bulge in his pants grow as he watched you give into your lustful desires that he was responsible for.

"You're so adorable, y'know, babe?" he complimented you. "I'm gonna eat you up."

"S-stop t-teasing me," you begged. "I need you."

Shuuji moved his head down and grabbed the top of your soaked panties with his teeth, gently removing them by dragging his face down your legs. You watched as he took the delicate fabric from his mouth and pocketed the garment in his pants before diving back in to your arousal. His deadly tongue was now relentlessly flicking at your swollen clit and you couldn't hold your orgasm back anymore as you started convulsing with pleasure.

"S-Shuuji...!" you gasped.

He was far from done as he slowly inserted two of his fingers into your wet folds, moving up until he found that sweet spot and began stroking it in a circular motion. His tongue was still licking at the same spot, driving you further into madness. You couldn't even come down from your first high as he worked you back up to your second. Your vocal chords were unable to produce sound at this point as you melted into an incoherent, shaking mess.

"Dang, you're so wet," he licked his lips after coming back up to examine what he had done to you. "All of this 'cause of me, huh?"

You could only stare as he took off his pants and unsheathed his massive erection. He pumped up and down his shaft a few times as he hungrily eyed you from above. You needed that thing in you no matter what as your mouth started drooling. With what remained of your strength, you pulled yourself up until you were kneeling in front of Shuuji's cock, mouth wide open to accept it.

"Princess, are you sure about that?" he asked you, but you didn't respond with words.

Your lips quickly engulfed his tip, your fingers gently pushing the skin back slightly so that it could be more exposed. Your tongue lazily traced the tip, licking in a circular motion that made him sigh heavily. You could feel his legs were shaking slightly as you started applying suction while sticking the tip of your tongue down the slit. Shuuji had his hand on top of your head and pushed you off of him as he started panting heavily.

"Where did you learn how to do that, babe?" he asked you.

"Not from anyone else," you answered vaguely.

Shuuji wouldn't let you continue as he pushed you back down onto your back again. In his eyes were this predatory instinct to hunt for prey—and he wasted no time forcing his entire length into you. You couldn't even gasp as your eyes started to water from the sheer force of that thrust. He used his thumbs to gently wipe them away before leaning back down to capture your lips in his.

To his credit, he moved slowly to start, using all that time to coat his entire shaft with your wetness and to make sure you were okay. Things only quickened in pace once you wrapped your legs around him as he fucked you senseless. The noises escaping your lips were even less coherent than ever before as your eyes started rolling to the back of your head while your hands gripped onto his arms as if you were holding on for dear life.

"I'm cumming...! I'm cumming...!" you shouted.

"Damn, me too...!" you heard him grunt.

The stimulation from reaching your third high coupled with Shuuji unloading everything he had been holding back into your quivering cunt was enough to knock you out. You had no idea how long you had been out for when you opened your eyes again, but Shuuji was nowhere to be found. Confused, you checked your phone to see if there was anything.

'Had something to do. Laters☆'

'Aw, let's cuddle afterward the next time,' you texted in response.

You noticed that your clothes were neatly folded up, sitting in a pile by your feet—minus your panties, obviously. Your body smelled like nondescript soap and was enrobed with the hotel-provided finery. Your hair was still slightly damp in some spots, but otherwise was blow-dried out after being washed. As much as you wanted to stay longer, Shuuji wasn't there and you had no idea how long you had the room for. Getting up, you changed back into the clothes you came in with before leaving.

As you followed the exit signs out of the building, you couldn't help but see another customer entering a different room down the hall. You thought you were hallucinating one of them having bleach white hair, but the person had disappeared by the time you finished rubbing the crud out of your eyes.

"No, it's not him," you told yourself before you continued along. "Why would Shuuji be entering a different room from ours?"

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Duke Watanabe always treated you like a delicate flower—afraid that his monstrous strength would hurt you if he even showed a fraction of it. Ever the gentleman, he would always be catering to your every whim without you even realizing you wanted something to begin with. He was sweet—so much so that you'd swear your teeth were rotting from how sappy his romantic gestures were.

There was only one problem, however: the sex.

It wasn't that Duke was necessarily bad at it, per se, but you sure did a lot of the heavy lifting in this regard. You were always the top, but what irked you more than anything was the fact that Duke never let you ride him and his massive dick. Sure, his fingers were magical in and of itself, but you had this visceral desire to have the walls of your needy cunt engulfing your boyfriend's girth as he climaxed. You needed to know what it felt like to be pumped full of his massive load as you reached your highest high instead of watching him jerk himself off. You wanted him to be on top for once, but you weren't really sure how to bring this up at all.

"Duke," you began the conversation rather cautiously.

"Yes, mon amour?"

"Can we talk about something?"

You watched as the pit in his stomach dropped. "About...?"

There was a very long and uncomfortable silence as you tried to find it in you to say the word.

"Mon amour?"

"Sex."

Silence. Duke's face was reddening by the second. It was cute, in a way.

"I'm sorry," you sighed, "I just don't know how else to bring this up."

You could clearly see he was trying his best to be normal about the conversation, but he looked a little embarrassed as he pulled you into his arms. "W-what about it, s-specifically?" he stammered.

"I want you to put your dick inside me, Duke," you requested. "You, on top, and me, below you."

"Um..." He tugged at the collar of his shirt—which was not constricting him in any way. "I... don't know about this, mon amour..."

"Duke? What's bothering you?" you pressed him further.

"It's just... You're so small compared to me," he admitted. "I don't want to hurt you—that's all."

"Duke, I may not be the same size as you, but I'm not fragile," you snorted. "Actually, it'd be really hot if you crushed me with your body weight..."

This comment only turned him more red. You couldn't help but pull his face down to your level to kiss him and tease him some more.

"Can we at least try once?" you asked him gently.

"I-I don't k-know," he stuttered some more. "You won't hate me if this doesn't go too well, will you?"

"Duke, you're really sweet for caring, but I'll take full responsibility if this doesn't pan out, okay?" you reassured him. "I know myself and I'll be fine—when have I not been?"

You gave him a reassuring smile and this makes him relax slightly as he leans in to kiss you deeply. You can tell he was still hesitant but that he did trust you deeply more than anything else.

"D'accord," he nodded. "Je t'aime."

"I love you, too," you answered.

Of course, what you two discussed wouldn't be implemented until a few hours later when you were both in a mood of sorts before retiring for the night. You were sitting up in bed, your back gently leaning on the headboard. Duke was down on all fours, inching his head towards the area between your legs. He rested his hands gently on the inner parts of your thighs, coaxing them to spread apart for him, revealing your most vulnerable self in the process.

"Duke..."

"Je t'aime, je t'aime," he repeated before he lowered his head again.

You felt his lips brush up against your folds. His tongue licked around your entrance in a circle. Your breath was shaking with nervous excitement as your hands came to an awkward rest on top of his head. Goosebumps rose on your skin the longer he traced your opening with his mouth, the stubble from his beard tickling you slightly as he went around. You bit down on your lower lip in an attempt to stifle the sounds from your mouth.

"A-ah, that feels so good," you sighed.

Duke quickly moved onto the next phase when he heard your response, his tongue now stuck into your wet pussy, licking your inner walls all around with fervour. Your thighs instinctively wanted to clamp down, but his hands were holding you spread open. Your hands moved to your bedsheets, fingernails digging into the comforter for support as your head tilted back in ecstasy. Your breathing only quickened as you felt your arousal grow even more. It was when he started applying a soft suction that you couldn't help but let your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Stop..!" you shouted, which made him halt immediately.

"Désolé, did I hurt you...?!" he asked in a panic.

You shook your head as you tried to steady your breathing. "I want you inside me, Duke... I can't finish now...!"

He had that apprehensive look on his face again, but you leaned over to grab the bottle of lube that was sitting on the side table. You squirted some into the palm of your hands before gesturing for your partner to come closer. When he obliged, you placed your hands on his thick and throbbing cock, coating the whole length with the slick gel. Your thumb gently brushed over the slit, which caused Duke to inhale sharply and pre-cum to dribble out. You moved to kiss him on the lips again, reassuring him that it would be okay.

"M-mon a-amour," he stammered.

You laid back down on the bed and spread your legs for him, your hands holding your soaking wet pussy open. "Please, Duke...! Please put it in...!"

You watched as something in his brain switched off as he obliged your request. He positioned himself in front of your entrance as he held onto his dick. Leaning down, he positioned the tip right at the entrance and stuck it in first. This was already enough to drive you insane and you were even more excited for the rest of it to enter you.

"Oh, Gods, yes!" you shouted. "Keep going, my love. I want to feel all of you...!"

The deeper he plunged himself in, the more your eyes started to water. It was painful and you felt like his girth alone was going to split you in half, but you wanted Duke to keep going until he bottomed out. The screams of pure pleasure as you felt yourself be brought close to your climax from the insertion alone started to feed your partner's ego.

"This feels so good," he admitted. "You're so tight, mon amour..."

"Fuck me, Duke," you pleaded. "Gods, please just do it...!"

"I'll go slow," he whispered.

It was torturous how gentle he was being with you that you started whimpering in annoyance. It took him a bit to get the hint and quicken his pace as he thrusted in and out of you with conviction. His massive cock was hitting every single spot inside you and it was indescribable how good it felt. You wrapped your legs around him as best as you could when you felt a throbbing sensation down there.

"M-mon amour, I—"

"Cum in me, Duke," you begged. "I need all of you in me...!"

He braced himself on the bed, using his arms to hold himself up as he started pounding into you with a feverish pace. You felt your inner walls constricting on his shaft as you screamed while climaxing all over him. You felt his load exploding into you violently as his entire body started to shake. The sensation of being stuffed silly was enough to overstimulate you into knocking out briefly—until you felt your partner's entire body weight press on top of you to snap your consciousness back.

"D-Duke?!"

Rather than panic, you felt yourself getting strangely more calm as his body weight pushed you further into the mattress. There was something comforting about being crushed like this that you felt your head spinning a little from the sensation. But it didn't last for much longer when Duke forced himself up.

"Désolé, mon amour...!" he apologized as he rolled over to your side. "My legs and arms gave out."

You cozied up to him, smiling and basking in the high. "That was amazing."

"R-really?" he stuttered. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Well, it did hurt at first," you answered honestly, "but it felt so good that I didn't even notice the pain after that."

Duke held onto you tightly in his arms. He took your right hand in his and placed a soft kiss on the back of it. "You're not in pain now, are you?"

"I'm okay," you reassured him. "What about you, Duke? Did you enjoy yourself?"

He stared at you blankly, unable to form a coherent thought. You reached up to his face to snap him back to reality.

"Duke?"

"Désolé," he repeated again. "It feels a little selfish for me to admit that I also loved it, but—"

"Hey, don't be," you interrupted. "You're supposed to enjoy sex too, you know. It's really hot knowing that you're enjoying yourself, Duke."

His face started flushing red again. "Mon amour..."

You stayed close to each other while you both calmed down to a more neutral state. Lying on top of your sheets without anything to cover your bare selves started getting chilly after a while. You could also feel Duke's cum dripping out from between your legs and knew you needed to get cleaned up. That was when you felt your partner get out of bed before lifting you into his arms like the delicate princess he always treated you like.

"Let's get ready for bed," he said as he carried you to the bathroom.

You couldn't help but wrap your arms around his neck to keep yourself steady. You gave him a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Let's."