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❤︎⠀ 𝖙ags 𓈒⠀ ⠀꣹ ⠀ Tengen Uzui x F! reader, afab virgin reader, porn with some plot, dom!Tengen Uzui, innocence kink, praise kink, slight degradation, first time, virginity loss, possessive behavior, slight breeding kink, creampie, reader has never been kissed (until now), PIV, sex with a stranger, Tengen is kind of obsessed, some angst?? (reader has a short fight with her mom), loots of pet names, kind of corruption kink and size kink.

࣪ ⠀太⠀𝖘ummary⠀ 💬🌸⠀⠀ ׅ You were just supposed to deliver a message. Just one errand, your first time alone in the Red Light District. But when the chaos swallows you, a stranger catches you in the dark. He’s gorgeous. Gentle. Dangerous. And three days later, he’s at your window, saying he couldn’t forget you.

ノ BBs ⬞ ׄ 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 ♰ first fic of the blog, yay !!! this was more self indulging, my tengen obsession has been off the charts recently. its around 5.5K words, so not so long but not so short. some grammar mistakes might have been made, pls ignore those (ToT) remember, all characters in this are 18+ years old !! enjoyyy

The air was thick with perfume and the low hum of shamisen strings. Laughter echoed from behind veils, and the scent of incense curled around your nose like a teasing whisper. You didn’t belong here.

Your sandals clicked awkwardly on the cobblestone, not nearly loud enough to match the confidence the beautiful women around you wore like silk. You kept your head low, clutching the small slip of paper your mother had pressed into your hand just before you left. She’d told you to go to House of Plum Silk, a clean, respectable home for girls who worked only with referrals. You weren’t supposed to talk to anyone else. Just get in, speak to the mistress, and return home.

Easy.

Except now, thirty minutes later, the paper was creased in your sweaty fist, and you were completely, utterly lost. Your mother had never let you out this late before. Hell, she barely let you speak to strange men in broad daylight. But with her bad leg acting up and none of the usual girls available, she’d said it was time you learned how things worked around here. “Just once,” she’d said, eyes soft but tired. “You’re not a child anymore.” Yet, you still felt like one.

People brushed past you like waves, ignoring your soft voice when you tried to ask for directions. The lanterns overhead blurred in your vision, and everything was too bright, too loud, too fast. You wanted to cry.

You ducked down the first quiet alley you could find and pressed your back to the cool brick wall, trying to steady your breathing. You closed your eyes. Then you heard the sound of footsteps. It startled you a bit. You opened your eyes to see a tall figure stepping into the mouth of the alley, his silhouette framed in the flickering red glow of lanternlight.

He moved slowly, now you could see him better. Long white hair spilled over his shoulders, loose and glinting silver under the light. A dark robe hung open over his chest, the fabric swaying with every step.

He paused when he saw you. And then his head tilted slightly, gaze dropping to your clenched fists, your stiff shoulders, the way you looked like you were one wrong word away from breaking. “Well now,” he said, voice smooth and low, “you look like a little bird that flew into the wrong part of the forest.”

You didn’t speak. You didn’t move. You just stared.

He stepped closer, the sound of his sandals quiet against the stones. “Don’t worry. I’m not gonna bite,” he said, that lazy, almost amused tone still coloring his words. “Unless you want me to.” That made your eyes widen.

He chuckled, stopping a few paces away, hands tucked casually into the folds of his robe. “Didn’t mean to scare you. You just looked like you needed a moment.”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, even though you weren’t.

“Sure you are,” he replied, not buying it for a second. “You lost?” You nodded before you could stop yourself. “I was supposed to find the House of Plum Silk.”

“That’s over on the other side,” he said, glancing back the way he came. “You’re walking in the wrong direction.” Of course you were. “I’ve never been out this late before,” you said, quieter now.

His eyes came back to you, a little softer. “First night out and they sent you in here?”

“My mother,” you said. “She couldn’t go. She thought it would be… safe.”

He smiled, but there was no humor in it. “Safe’s not really the mood this part of town goes for, sweetheart.” You weren’t sure why the nickname didn’t feel as dirty when he said it.

“You shouldn’t be alone out here,” he said after a moment. “Not dressed like that. Not looking like you do.” You blinked, heart skipping. “Like what?”

“Like someone who hasn’t figured out yet how dangerous the world really is.” You stared at him, unsure what to say. He broke the silence with a quiet breath. “Do you want me to walk you there?” Your mouth opened, but the words tangled in your throat. You should say no. You didn’t know him. He could be anyone. But you were lost. And he wasn’t pushing. Just standing there. It was your choice to make.

“I… I guess,” you said finally. He smiled again, softer this time. “That’s more like it.”

You weren’t sure what steadied you more, his voice or the way he offered his arm like you belonged holding on to it. The streets still hummed with drunken footsteps and laughter. “What's your name?” he asked after a moment, not looking at you, but watching the path ahead. You hesitated, but told him your name

He repeats it like an echo, like he was memorizing it. “Fitting. Soft and... Pretty.” You looked down, heat blooming across your chest. “And you?” He grinned. “Not important.”

You frowned at that, eyes flicking up to him. “You’re walking me through one of the worst districts in the city, and I’m not allowed to know your name?”

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled, and there was something warm in it and unguarded. “It’s Tengen.”

“Tengen,” you repeated, and the name curled against your tongue and it felt dangerous. He went quiet.

“You’re not from around here,” he said eventually.

“No. My mother runs a small house. Crimson Veil. It’s... nothing like the Plum Silk. I’ve never even stepped outside after sundown before tonight.” You sighed. “She has a bad leg, so she sent me to speak with Lady Kaoru.”

“To ask if any girls wanted to transfer?” he guessed, glancing sideways. You nodded. “Some of them leave behind debts or violence. My mother tries to give them a place to stay. Something quieter.”

Tengen’s voice was quieter now. “That's kind of noble, for someone who looks like a cherry blossom blown off course.” You blinked. “That’s either the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me... or the weirdest.”

“Both,” he said with a wink.

You bit back a smile as The Plum Silk House appeared around the corner. It was tall, elegant, with fluttering silks in pale lavender and red. A girl swept the front steps. Two more leaned out the window, their eyes falling instantly on Tengen. Their mouths dropped open. “Sweet gods,” one murmured.

The doorman bowed low, already moving aside as you approached. Tengen didn’t follow you in. “I’ll wait out here,” he said, leaning against the wall with arms folded. “Unless you want an escort inside, too?”

“I think I can handle a ten-minute conversation,” you said, and you caught the small curl of amusement at the edge of his mouth as you slipped inside.

Lady Kaoru was older than you expected. Poised. She read your mother’s note slowly, lips pursing.

“We’ve had two girls ask to be released from their contracts,” she said at last. “If your mother’s willing to take them in, I’ll send word by next week. We don’t rush these things.”

You nodded quickly, nerves simmering in your belly. “She’s just trying to help them.” The woman gave a small nod, and her voice softened. “So are you, then. I hope you know it counts.”

When you returned to the street, Tengen was still there, hands tucked into his robe sleeves, eyes following every figure that passed. “Did I miss anything scandalous?” he asked. “Just some paperwork and a few glares,” you smiled. He raised a brow. “I’m surprised they didn’t try to keep you.”

“They probably would’ve if you hadn’t been waiting out here like some kind of guard dog.” He chuckled. “That means I did my job right.”

The way back to The Crimson Veil House was quieter. You found yourself glancing at him when he wasn’t looking. Wondering about the strength in his arms, the way his robe slid off his shoulder. He truly looked magical.

He asked you about your house. Your mother. If you’d ever considered leaving the district altogether. And you’d surprised yourself with the answer. “No. I don’t want to run, even if my mother can be harsh... I want to change something. Even if it’s small.” He looked down at you. He was already falling in way too deep.

When you turned the corner onto your street, you heard the sharp whispers. Girls in the windows stared. One of them actually dropped her pipe. Your mother was already waiting outside The Crimson Veil’s doorway. She must’ve seen you from the window, or must've heard the loud giggles of the other girls when they saw Tengen.

Her face was syrupy sweet as she stepped forward. “Oh, thank you, sir. For bringing her all this way. Such a lovely robe! You must be very important.”

Tengen only gave a small smile. “Just happened to be in the right place.” He turned to you, and his voice dropped. “If I don’t see you again… try not to get lost in alleys, little flower.” You nodded, lips pressed tight. “Thank you, Tengen.”

And then he was gone. Just like that. The moment his back turned, your mother grabbed your arm and hauled you inside. The door slammed. “What the hell were you thinking?” she hissed. “Do you even understand how stupid you looked? Wandering back here with some strange man, holding him like you're his concubine?” You froze, her words hitting fast.

“I gave you one job. One! I trusted you, and you come back parading around like some moon-eyed fool? Gods, are you that incompetent? You looked pathetic.”

“I didn’t—”

“Don’t speak.” Her voice cracked. She looked at you like you’d broken something she couldn’t afford to lose. “I should’ve never let you out that door.”

After that your room had turned into a cage. A tiny square of wooden floor and paper walls where the hours bled into each other like spilled ink. Your mother had locked the door the moment Tengen’s silhouette disappeared around the corner, and you hadn’t seen the street since.

She didn’t speak to you.

She only slid in trays of food twice a day, always in silence. When she allowed you out to wash, it was only when no one else was around, and always under her eyes. Like she expected you to vanish again. Like she didn’t trust you to walk ten feet without dragging shame behind you.

And in the space she gave you... you thought about him. Tengen.

His name came to you in moments you didn’t expect. While brushing your hair. While watching steam rise from a bowl of miso. The memory of his voice bloomed in your mind when everything else was still. His low laugh. The way he said your name like it tasted good. Your belly bloomed with roses.

You’d only just met.

But you couldn’t stop remembering. You weren’t sure what you were hoping for.

On the third night, when your mother’s footsteps had long faded, and the whole house was asleep, you heard something soft tap against the window. Like an angel's answer to all of your prayers.

Once.

Then twice.

And your heart stopped.

You sat up slowly. The light was faint, just a slice of moonlight spilling across the floor. But you saw him. Tall. Unmistakable. Tengen stood outside your window like he had materialized from a dream you’d been too afraid to finish.

You scrambled quietly across the floor and pushed the panel open. The cool air hit your face just as his scent did, smoke and sandalwood and something sweet underneath. His voice was low, cautious.

“Did I wake you, sweet thing?” Your breath caught. “No. I—I wasn’t sleeping.” He smiled then, softly, and something in your chest gave way. He looked exactly as you remembered, his skin still kissed with that warm nighttime glow. Only now, the look in his eyes was different. Hungry. And maybe relieved.

“I came the night after I left you,” he murmured, fingers resting lightly on the window frame. “But the lights were out. I waited. Thought I might’ve dreamed you.”

You swallowed thickly, still half-convinced this was the dream. “You… came back?” He nodded. “Every night. I thought you’d disappeared. You alright?”

“I—” You hesitated. “My mother locked me in. She was furious. I didn’t even do anything wrong.” Tengen exhaled, slow and sharp. “She doesn’t seem the type to see reason.” You laugh bitterly. “She thought I was irresponsible. Letting a stranger walk me home.” You looked down. “She called me stupid.”

Tengen didn’t speak for a second. “You’re not stupid. You’re brave. You were out there all alone, for the first time. You made it home. You found me.” You blinked at him. “But I didn’t even know who you were…”

He leaned in slightly, resting his forearms on the windowsill. His voice dropped lower. “Does that matter?” You shook your head, dizzy. “No. I just… I didn’t expect to miss you so much.”

His smile widened. It was wolfish, but warm. “That makes two of us.” Your breath stuttered. “Can I come in?” A second passed. Then you stepped back and nodded. The window slid open the rest of the way, and Tengen climbed in. He stood fully in your room now. He was too large, too striking for such a small space. You could see him clearly now in the pale moonlight. He looked exhausted. Tense.

“I shouldn’t be here,” he said, laughing. “But gods, I couldn’t stay away.”

You sat on your knees besides your mattress, watching him. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I thought it would go away.” His eyes darkened as they look down on you. “But then three nights passed, and all I could do was think about you.”

You swallowed, heart thudding like a festival drum in your chest. “You… thought about me?” You ask breathless as he kneels in front of you.

“Too much,” he admitted. “Couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t focus. I’d close my eyes and see your face, hear your voice. You drove me crazy, you know that?”

The room felt too warm suddenly, like all the air was wrapping tight around your neck.

You looked down, cheeks burning. He was too much. Too close. Way too real. Tengen moved closer, gaze never leaving yours. “Tell me something.”

You glanced up.

“Have you… ever been with someone before?”

Your mouth opened, then closed again. “I—I haven’t…” He tilted his head, watching you carefully.

“I mean, when I was twelve, I kissed a boy,” you said quickly, almost embarrassed. “On the cheek. At his birthday party.” There was a bit of silence.

“That’s it?”

You nodded, still unable to look at him. He let out a breathy chuckle, moving in until your back nearly brushed the wall your mattress was next to

“Damn,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “That makes this even worse.”

“What does?” Oh, you poor thing.

“That I’ve been fantasizing about you for three days straight,” he said, voice low, “knowing how soft you are. How untouched.”

Your heart started dancing in your chest.

“I don’t want to scare you,” he added. “But I need you to understand how badly I wanted to see you again.”

“I do,” you said quietly. “I’ve been thinking about you too.”

That got his attention

“How?” he asked, coming closer. “What exactly did you think about, little flower?” Your face flamed, but you didn’t lie. “Your hands… the way you talked to me. How you looked that night.”

He hummed low in his throat and reached out to cup your cheek with one large, calloused hand. “You have no idea what that does to me.” Your breath caught as he leaned in, mouth brushing your temple, voice like silk.

“I’ll be gentle,” he murmured. “Unless you ask me not to be.”

“Tengen…” Your voice cracked on his name, like your body already knew what was coming and didn’t know how to hold it. He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. “Tell me no, and I’ll leave through that window right now. I mean it. I won’t touch a single strand of your pretty hair unless you want me to.”

You didn’t doubt him for a second. He was dangerous, sure, untamed in a way you’d never touched, but there was something unmistakably careful in the way he watched you.

“I don’t want you to go,” you said softly. He gave a breath of relief, almost like it surprised him. “Say that again.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

A flicker of something wild crossed his face. His hand slid down from your cheek, to your neck holding it there for a bit, then lower, over the thin fabric of your robe, until it settled at the curve of your waist.

“Fuck,” he whispered. You gasped as he pulled you in, and he laughed under his breath. “Don’t be scared, my little porcelain doll. I’ll go slow. I’ll let you feel everything.”

Your breath hitched as his hands found your hips, and he leaned in to kiss you, soft at first, the press of his lips warm and coaxing, giving you time to pull away if you needed to. But you didn’t. You melted into it. Into him.

His mouth deepened against yours with a low groan, like the taste of you wasn’t enough. His tongue stroked yours and you whimpered, hands clutching at his robe, pulling him closer without even realizing it.

He backed you toward the mattress slowly, one push at a time, until your calves hit the edge. “Lie back for me,” he murmured against your lips. “Let me see you.”

You did, breathless, heart galloping in your chest.

Tengen stood over you for a long moment, eyes devouring every inch of you like you were a feast laid out for him alone. Then he undid the sash at his waist and let his robe fall, revealing smooth skin and hard muscle. Then something inhumanly beautiful beneath the soft light. He was huge in every way. He was the first man you had seen this way, and you would lie if the sheer size of him didn't scare you a bit.

Your mouth parted, but no sound came out. He was divine. All golden skin and sharp lines and heat, like a sun that had taken human shape. “You’re staring,” he said, smirking.

“You’re b-beautiful.” His smile turned crooked. “You’re not so bad yourself, sweetheart.” He climbed over you, arms caging you in, his long hair falling around both of you like a curtain. “Tell me if I go too fast.” You nodded, wide-eyed.

“And tell me everything you like,” he added. “I want to ruin you the right way.”

Then his mouth was back on yours, hot, eager, and full of promise. His hands moved over your body like he was memorizing it, thumb brushing your jaw, fingertips skimming down your collarbone, his mouth dragging down the slope of your neck in careful, worshipful passes.

You arched beneath him, shy and restless. “You’re trembling,” he murmured against your skin. You couldn’t speak, only nodded. His palm flattened over your ribs, just beneath your breast, the warmth of it sinking deep. “That’s okay,” he whispered. “You should be. This is new for you. Firsts are meant to be slow... meant to feel good.”

His lips grazed your throat. “Let me take my time with you.”

You swallowed thickly. “I—I want you to.” You were a bit embarrassed. What if your mother walked in right now? Maybe that's what it would take for her to stop treating you like a child.

His smirk curved against your skin. “Good girl.” That tightened something low in your belly, made you feel like the center of gravity had shifted to wherever his mouth touched. He eased your robe open carefully, like he was unwrapping a gift. His eyes darkened as they swept over the skin revealed.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmured and you were barely breathing. His mouth dipped to your chest, trailing kisses lower, over the rise of one breast, then the other, before he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, soft at first, then harder, more insistently. You gasped, hand flying to his shoulder, fingers curling into his skin.

You’d never felt anything like it. It wasn’t just the sensation, it was the way he moaned around you, the way his hand stroked down your side as if to soothe you and light you on fire at the same time. When he pulled back, his lips were slightly wet, pupils blown wide. “Still doing okay?” You nodded, dazed.

“I want to taste more of you,” he said, voice husky. “I want to know how you sound when you fall apart.” Your breath stuttered. “I’ve never…”

“I know,” he murmured, dragging his lips back up to your ear. “And I’m going to be your first everything. Your first real kiss. Your first time being touched. Your first time coming on someone’s fingers.”

You whimpered at that, thighs clenching. You felt all wet and needy. He chuckled low, a sound of pure pleasure. He loved seeing you this way. “You like the sound of that, don’t you?”

“…Yes,” you whispered.

One of his hands slid down your body, over the softness of your belly, to rest between your thighs. He paused. “I’m going to touch you here,” he said, his voice rough velvet. “Let me know if it’s too much.”

You nodded, eyes wide and lips puffy.

Tengen’s fingers slid slowly over the fabric between your legs, testing. Even through the thin barrier of your panties, he could feel the way your body responded. “Already so wet,” he murmured, “and I haven’t even really touched you yet. You little whore.” He laughs mean. You squirmed under his hand, thighs instinctively trying to close. He caught one with his knee and nudged them gently apart.

“Easy,” he whispered. “Let me in, pretty thing.”

His voice hit you low in your stomach. You exhaled shakily and let your legs fall open just enough. “Good girl.” Tengen eased your undergarments down slowly, kissing the inside of your knee, your thigh, the softness of your hip. His eyes never left your face.

“I’ll stop if you want. Just say the word.”

“I-I don’t want you to stop,” you whispered, voice trembling and a bit annoyed.

He smiled before dipping his head between your legs. The first touch of his mouth made your hips jump. His tongue was warm and soft, teasing over a part of you no one had ever touched before. His hands anchored your thighs, holding you steady as he explored you with slow licks.

You moaned softly, unsure and breathless. He didn’t rush. He took his time. Kissing and licking and sucking gently at your clit, like he was savoring the taste of you, like he has been starving for ages. One broad hand moved to your belly, grounding you, rubbing slow circles into your skin as his mouth worked lower.

Then his fingers joined in, one pressing carefully at your entrance, then slipping inside, just barely. You gasped, the new feeling overtaking you. “T-Tengen—”

“I’ve got you, little girl...” he said, voice low and soothing between kisses. “You’re so tight… just let me get her ready, yeah?” He grinned as he lapped at your pussy. You bit your lip and nodded, your whole body already strung tight.

He curled his thick finger gently, working you open as his mouth returned to that tender, aching spot above. Every movement of his tongue and finger was perfectly in sync. So slow, steady, and devastating. You’d never felt anything so intense in your life. Your breath came in ragged gasps, eyes fluttering shut, hands clutching at the bedding. What was this?

“That’s it, you're so good.” he murmured against you. “Let go, girl. Come for me.” Your body didn’t need more encouragement. The coil inside you snapped all at once, your back arched, thighs trembling, as a cry ripped from your throat and you shattered for the first time in your life.

Tengen kissed your cunt through it, never letting up until your body slowly stopped shaking. When he finally pulled away, his mouth was glistening, and his eyes were dark. You blinked at him, fuzzy and shy all over again. “I didn’t know it could feel like that…” He smirked, leaned in to kiss your jaw, your cheek, your temple. “There’s a lot you don't know and a lot I plan to teach you, my little porcelain doll."

He slowly pulls himself above you, thick arms framing your head. He looked down into your wide eyes, smiling. Gods, you are gorgeous. "I'm going to fuck you now. Just tell me and I will stop, alright?"

"A-alright..." This was it. was it a dream? Maybe. Even so, it felt very real. You felt intoxicated, drunk his everything.

He licks his lips before aligning hia thick cock with your dripping heat. You gasped softly as he pushed the head in, every inch hurting so good. His eyes locked onto yours, seeking any sign to slow down or stop. “Good girl, you're doing so good for me, little flower.” he whispered, his breath warm against your cheek. “Just like this, stay with me.”

His hands slid to your hips, steadying you as he shifted slightly, moving in a smooth, slow rhythm. Nothing rushed, everything measured. "Look how tight she's sucking me in." He laughs, biting at his lower lip.

Your heart pounded in your chest, every nerve alight with a mixture of fear and something stirring deep inside you, a delicious heat that spread with every motion. He kissed the corner of your mouth, brushing his lips lightly against your skin. “You’re doing great. So delicate.” You reached up, trembling, and tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, silently begging him to stay. He was hitting so deep, each stroke aligning with that one spot.

“I want to come inside of youㅡ Fuck!" He began to move more confidently then, matching your growing rhythm as you learned to move with him. Your breaths came in short gasps, and soon you felt a tightening coil in your belly again. “Tㅡengen,” you whispered, choking on your own moans.“Yes?” he asked, steadying you with a hand on your breast. “I—I don’t know what to do.” He smiled gently, thumbs stroking your skin. “You don’t have to. Just let me take care of you." His voice was soft through his whimpers. He moved faster, guiding your hips to meet his, letting you feel him. He was so deep, you swear you could see it popping out from your tummy.

You looked so adorable like this under him, all teary eyed and blushed. It was torture. “You’re doing so well,” he moaned against your throat. “So good for me.” You clung to him, your body trembling with sensation you didn’t have a name for. His pace never faltered, he hit deep, and mean. He kissed your shoulder, then lower, lips lingering as his hands explored you.

“Tengen— Oh, Iㅡ” you whimpered again, unsure if it was a plea or gratitude. Maybe both. “I’ve got you,” he breathed, pressing his forehead to yours. “You feel unreal. So tight, so warm—like your cunt was made just for me.” Heat bloomed in your chest, your cheeks, your core. His words wrapped around you like silk, sinking in, making you feel more desired than you ever thought possible.

Your nails dug lightly into his back as he started moving deeper, each move pushing you higher and higher until your body began to tense around him without you meaning to.

“Tengen, I—something’s—”

“I know,” he said, voice thick now, “Let it happen, sweet thing. Come onㅡ”

You let go.

You didn't mean to. It just broke out of you, a moan torn from your throat as your body clenched around him. Your vision blurred, heart racing as wave after wave crashed over you. And through it all, he was there holding you, whispering into your hair, telling you how perfect you were, how beautiful you looked like this, under him, broken and in need.

He didn’t stop until your body went limp in his arms, chest heaving, limbs trembling. He pressed one last kiss to your lips, slow and reverent. “You did so good, little flower,” he murmured. “So, so good.”

You could barely speak, pussy still fluttering around him, sensitive and pliant. Your eyes were half-lidded, your lips parted as you tried to catch your breath.

His hand was still cupping your cheek. His jaw clenched. His breath hitched against your skin as he looked at you. “Fuck,” he muttered, voice raw now, almost broken. “You feel like heaven.” He pressed his forehead to your collarbone, arms tightening around you as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go. His control, always so pristine and polished, cracked at the edges now. He rutted into you, slower than before but deeper, needier, like he was unraveling with every inch.

“You have no idea,” he breathed, mouth brushing your skin, “what you’ve done to me.”

You whimpered, overwhelmed and overstimulated all over again as you felt him start to shake, every flex of his hips more desperate now, the sound of his breath heavier, rougher.

“I’ve touched so many in this life,” he gritted out, hands grasping at your thighs, spreading you wider for him, “but nothing—nothing has ever felt like this.” His pace stuttered. “You’re so tight,” he growled into your neck, voice wrecked, as he pulled your legs up on his shoulders as his pace hurried. “So warm, fuck— you're gonna ruin meㅡ” Pushing you down by your neck, he fucked deeper into you, holding your legs with one arm.

You felt the tension in his body coil tight, every muscle straining as he finally lost himself to the feeling of you. He slammed his hips into you once, twice, then buried himself deep, groaning from somewhere low in his chest, as he spilled everything inside you.

His body shuddered, mouth open, the sound of your name slipping from his lips like a prayer.

For a moment, everything went still.

And then he collapsed onto you, careful not to crush you. His hand curled into your hair, the other gripping your waist like he still couldn’t believe you were real. He didn’t dare pull out. His voice was quieter now.

“You’re still trembling,” he laughed, brushing his lips over your temple. “You okay, little flower?” You gave a tiny nod against him, though your eyes were unfocused, your breath still shallow. Dizzy, wrecked, and filled to the brim. You were barely holding on to the moment. Your fingers twitched against his back, trying to ground yourself. You’d never felt so full. So needed.

“That’s it,” he whispered, a soft hum following. “You took me so well. You were perfect. Sweet little thing... Just for me." His voice dipped into something darker. “Can’t stop thinking about how warm you are. How tight.” He paused, breath hot against your cheek. “Could keep you like this forever.” You whimpered softly, eyes fluttering closed again, overwhelmed by the way he said it. His hand smoothed down your side, fingers spreading possessively across your hip. His grip flexed.

“Bet you’d look even prettier,” he swallowed, “swollen with my baby.” Your breath caught, and he felt the way your body jolted at the words. He chuckled low, but there was something unsteady in it. “You would,” he continued, more to himself now. “Fuck. I know you would. Round belly, glowing, filled with me.”

He kissed your jaw, but his eyes drifted upward, toward the ceiling, like he needed to look away from the thoughts building behind his eyes.

It was too much.

The idea of it lodged somewhere deep inside him, clawing out from the dark. You, this soft, sweet girl, untouched by the worst of the world. Trusting him. Letting him in. Letting him ruin you.

He looked down at you again. Your lashes trembled against your cheeks, lips parted, body slack and used and so incredibly beautiful in the pale light filtering through your window. You looked like something out of a dream he wasn’t supposed to have. And yet, here you were. Wrapped around him. Letting him speak that filth into your ear, still letting him stay inside you.

He swallowed hard. “I’d keep you somewhere safe,” he whispered, brushing sweat-damp hair away from your forehead. “Not like this place. Somewhere better. You’d never have to work, never have to worry. Just stay in bed with me, lookin’ pretty. Letting me love you full...” You gave the faintest hum, a weak noise of agreement, or maybe just exhaustion.

And gods help him, he wanted it. Every inch of that fantasy. He wanted to bury himself in you again and again until you didn’t remember life before him. Until you needed him as much as he needed you right this moment.

How easy it would be to make you his. He exhaled slowly and pressed another kiss to your shoulder. For now, he’d let you rest. But the thoughts wouldn’t leave him. He’d never expected to find anything here. Not like this. Not someone like you.

And now that he had he didn’t think he could ever let you go.

` 𓎢𝄄ׅ𓎟ׄ⠀. ⠀𝖙hank you for reading ! ⠀♬⠀⠀ノ ⬞ ׄ ⠀ ⠀

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