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⛧ — 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐔𝐏 !

✭ ft: (dom) inui seishu, (sub) kurokawa izana, (dom) ryuguji ken, (sub) kokonoi hajime & (dom) hanma shuji. ✭ cw: gn!reader. unprotected sex, body marking (scratching, biting, etc.) a little masochistic behavior on izana's part + you call him princess, the term 'slut' used affectionately. collar & leash used with hanma.

☆ | 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈 moans breathily into your mouth, fucking you in short, quick thrusts, letting your arms and legs tangle around his body as he adjusts his pace. his hair hangs in silky curtains around his face, bouncing lightly with each stroke of his cock inside you, and you reach over to tuck the loose strands behind his ear as he groans, twitching within your tight heat.

"seishu," you cry, gripping his muscled form tighter as he breaks the kiss to throw his head back and gasp for air. "seishu, you're so— fuck!"

"mmh," he responds, eyes lowering to meet yours as you lay under him. "what, baby? what am i?"

"so—" you're cut off again, when he thrusts into you harder, cock dragging in and out of you so well, but you swallow back the squeal that swells at your throat. "so pretty! you're so pretty, seishu."

"you're more, love." he grunts, cock shyly weeping precum into you as he says it, ever so receptive to your sweet praise. "there's nothin' prettier than you." he says that like it's the truth — but you're damned if your inui isn't the prettiest thing in the whole world.

he's so deliciously, elegantly muscled; and you can feel all of it as you scrape your nails down his back, muscles rippling with your stinging touch while he rolls his hips into you. his skin's flushed a rosy red as a result of your harsh scraping, your effort to hold onto him evident as he shoves his cock into you harder, chasing his high.

"s-shit," he stutters, lips pressing into the side of your neck, as he leans in and takes in a lungful of your scent. "you—" and you cut him off, raking your nails down the curve of his back, the tips of them digging into his skin, and he hisses sharply against your skin, pace stuttering along with his words. "god."

"pretty," you mumble, other hand latching onto the back of his neck, tugging him in for a kiss. "pretty boy gonna cum for me?"

he shivers with pleasure, feeling you squeeze around his length, ready to milk him of his cum as soon as he hits his orgasm and spills it into you. "f-fuck, yeah, gonna cum. gonna cum, baby."

"give it to me, then." you gently scrape your nails at his nape, at the same time that you run your other hand down his back again, sending a rush of delight flowing through his body and making him tremble against you with how fucking good it feels.

you imagine his back, the pale skin littered with red scratches and blushed lines at your behest, and the vision is so fucking hot you almost reach your own orgasm then and there. "give it to me, baby, please. so pretty right now. so, so pretty."

and inui thrusts into you deeper, cock sinking further into you as you spread your legs wider for him — eyes rolling back as he falls apart with your arms around him, your lips locking with his own.

☆ | 𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐀's fingers itch, to grab you by the hair and shove his cock in your mouth — but every time the thought crosses his mind, overwhelmingly tempting, you seem to notice. and you let out a coo, click your tongue as you grab him by the wrists and set them back at his sides, whispering, "don't misbehave, princess."

so he sits still, legs spread open for you as you sit kneeled between them, whispering praise while you suck mark after mark into his inner thighs. his cock is stiff, leaking and begging for your mercy, but all you do is press the occasional kiss to his tip, before you go back to licking and sucking the sensitive skin of his thighs raw.

and god, it feels so good. when his cock's aching and his balls are heavy and strained like this — he thinks he could lay slack and enslaved by your ministrations like this forever. "hm," you say softly, looking up at him with your eyes half shut. "aren't you being a good boy today, 'zana."

"'s so good." he whines, slumping down a bit more, cock brushing your lips as he bucks his hips up and silently pleads you to take him in your mouth. "want more, though. please."

"can't wait any longer, you mean?" you laugh, and he feels his face heat up, embarrassment evident in his eyes — but he still pouts, nodding and confirming to you that he needs you to comply, needs you to please suck his dick and help him cum.

"that's a good lil' princess," you tell him, and his eyes light up at your gentler tone.

being obedient has its rewards, sometimes, and no matter how ruthless a leader izana is, he'll always submit to you, do whatever you say and be your sweet litte princess if it means you'll make him feel good.

a gasp escapes his parted lips when you finally take his cock in your mouth, and his hands curl into fists as they lay at his sides, with the effort it takes him to hold back from cumming instantly — but then, you hollow out your cheeks, one hand cupping his inner thigh, thumb stroking gently at the fresh marks you've left on him; and fuck, he can't control himself.

"g'nna cum. please, let me cum." he whispers, voice hoarse, the cutest lilt added to his begging by how close he is to emptying himself in your mouth.

"not yet, baby." you say, slipping his cock out from between your lips so you can lean up and make him bend down for a kiss. he moans helplessly in your mouth, hips jerking when you squeeze viciously at his balls—

but fuck, he's going to do as you say, no matter how much it hurts, because it always feels best when he obeys and you give him everything he needs and more, once you're satisfied.

☆ | 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 grabs your ass and pulls your body flush against his as you lay on top of him, his cock sheathed balls deep in you as you bounce up and down on him. a groan escapes his lips when he feels you clench around him, and he closes his eyes, relishing in the waves of bliss that wash over him while he snaps his hips up into you.

he breathes heavy in your ear, melting at the way you place such gentle kisses up his neck, muttering sweet nothings for you to indulge in as he focuses on emptying a second load into your squelching hole, his cock slick and glistening with his first orgasm as it pumps in and out of you.

"ken, ken," you moan, lips latching onto his collarbones. "so fuckin' big, ken. your cock — so big."

he just lets out an incoherent grunt of pleasure for you to interpret, calloused hands gripping your body as he thrusts into you, slow and deep, quickly getting overstimulated as he gets closer to his second high.

then, your mouth opens up, teeth clamping around his shoulder in an effort to keep yourself from moaning too loud when his tip bumps your sweetest spot — and his cock pulses inside you, vein throbbing as he groans, eyes fluttering open.

"heh," he lets out a low, raspy laugh, hips still bobbing up in time to your movements. "you tryin' to get a meal outta me, love?"

"fuck, ken." you moan into his shoulder, holding onto his biceps so hard you're digging little crescents into his skin. "so big."

your hand skitters from where it's gripping his arm, fingers tangling with the loose braid he's got his hair in — and when you give it a tug, the sound that leaves draken's lips is so fucking different from anything you've heard before.

his body jerks up, pelvis slapping against your ass as he tries to contain himself — "nngh, baby." he groans, "gonna cum again."

and you would respond if you could, tell him to cum and stuff you full of it — but you've gone too drunk on his cock to form words.

you bite down on his shoulder again, your teeth digging harshly into his skin as he fucks up into you, finding the right angle — repeatedly kissing at your favourite spots with his hot cockhead, and he lets out another heavy grunt, voice going higher as he gets closer and closer to his high.

"just like that, baby. k-keep going like that—" he hisses, hands tightening around your thighs as he seizes control over your pace, matching it to his favour.

you bite harder, and he knows he's going to have to keep his sleeves rolled down at work tomorrow, to save himself from any snooping eyes — but he can't care enough. "fuck, just like that, 'n i'll be giving you another load of cum."

☆ | 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐈 likes acting like the bigger person when he's out on the streets. his tongue is sharp, he dresses flashy, and he's always quick to take advantage of any given situation, and to put people in their places.

but in the sheets? when he's with you? he's the opposite. he's shy, quiet and just a little hesitant, too. afraid of looking vulnerable, perhaps, but the pretty blush on his face makes him look so cute that you can't help but toy with him anyway.

you've got him on his back, shirtless and spread out on the bed, and he tilts his face to a side and shuts his eyes, as you hover over him, kissing mark after mark up his waist and chest.

"hajime," you mumble, lips sticky on his stomach as you nip at the soft skin. "why so quiet?"

"shut up," he hisses, stomach tensing up when your teeth click together, seemingly done bruising up his torso. "j-just ... hurry."

"that's all you have to say?" you mock, lacing your voice with faux sadness, as you crawl further on top of him, till your eyes are level with eachother and you can drop down and kiss his lips. "not even a please?"

and he groans, narrow eyes opening up to look at yours, face going redder, the burn in the tips of his ears betraying to himself just how blushed he is right now. your teasing feels good — it makes him go breathless, taut with expectancy, chewing on his lower lip and waiting impatiently for you to be done so he can finally cum.

"please." he gives in, and you laugh, brushing away the messy locks of his death hawk away, revealing his forehead to you. pressing a gentle kiss to his temple, you prop yourself over him on your elbows — letting your bodies meet before you grind your hips onto him, the friction so heavenly that it instantly pulls a moan from both of you, together.

"that's a good boy," you say, voice so sweet, and he knows you're only saying that because you know it embarrasses him, but fuck it. he loves it. "want me to mark you up a little more?" your question sends a thrill down his spine immediately, but he takes his time answering, trying to act like he isn't so fucking down bad for the way you treat him. "want me to turn you over 'n suck some pretty hickeys onto your back, yeah?"

and he nods shortly, eyes refusing to meet yours. which of course, ends with you grabbing his face — squishing his cheeks between your fingers as you force him to look into your eyes. he inhales sharply, slitted pupils dilating as he takes in the sight of you.

"use your words, hajime." you hum, and he feels his cock throb under the sweats he's got on. maybe it's the fact that with you, he's able to let down his guard and be coddled, that makes him love this so much, despite how needy it makes him feel.

he likes the attention. the way you want him. the way you slowly drag him to heaven, without him having to do anything about it.

so he uses his words, showing off how prettily the crimson liner around his eyes has been smudged, as he looks up at you. "mm, want you to mark me up. and — and after that, please. want you on my cock."

☆ | 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 adores the feeling of being owned by you, as much as he likes letting you know that he owns you.

large, tattooed hands take hold of your calves and pull you closer — your ass flush against his thighs and your cunt pressed to his length. he towers over you even though he's on his knees, as you lay on your back under him. "sh-shuji," you whimper, tears staining your lashline. "need you in me now."

"shhh," he brings an index finger to his lips, amber eyes glinting viciously in the low light as he looks down at you, ravishing your body with just his gaze.

his cock bobs stiff and weighty, drooling down its own length, but he ignores the way his body's begging — and shakes his head, rattling the collar and chain wrapped around his throat. "come on, doll — tug on it a little. teach me what to do, yeah?"

and really, you'd play this game with him, you would. but hanma has always been such a daunting presence, playing and teasing with you, fucking you dumb without effort, so dominant in every way that it's hard to think of doing it to him.

you think he might just be joking anyway, with this whole collaring thing, because clearly — he's still giving you that unfaltering grin, letting one of his hands rest on your lower stomach, fingers pressing suggestively into your skin as you lay under him.

you're caged, even with the leash in your hands.

the metal chain is cold as you grip it tighter, your eyes following the way it goes up, connecting to the collar around hanma's neck. he watches the way you contemplate it so hesitantly, and sighs. "tell ya what, pretty doll. you tug on this thing f'me, yank me down and steal a kiss from me — and i'll give you this big cock of mine. y'like that idea, hm?"

you do like that idea. you want it so bad.

so you blink back the tears that have formed in your eyes from all the tension your body's in, and get a firmer grip on the stupid chain. one harsh yank, and hanma's being pulled forward, golden eyes glittering with ecstasy as the collar digs into his neck and chafes, the sensation delicious to him.

but before he can fall, he steadies himself with one strong arm, pushing himself back up and wrapping his other hand around his cock. the slight release his fist gives him makes him tilt his head up and moan, precum beading down his fingers. "that's right, doll. keep at it." he breathes, taunting you. "get what you want from me."

with a whine dragging itself out your lungs, you yank harder, and hanma loves the thrill the collar gives him, as it forces him down ontop of you.

"fuck— 's a little tight, i think." he says after a second, pretending to choke — and he laughs when you open your eyes, concern lacing your features for a second.

"so soft for me, baby." he sings, and your concern melts away into indignance. alright, if he wants to play, then you'll fucking play.

brows knitting together as you shoot him a glare, you grab the leash with both hands, and pull again — with all the strength you've got.

the rim of the collar has definitely bruised hanma's neck by now, as his elbows buckle, a surprised grunt pushing at his throat as he's pulled down to you so suddenly.

"shuji," you say again, his bright, gold eyes and his pretty lips just centimetres away from your own. "i want that kiss."

"fine." he grins, finally giving in — but he straightens up again, shushing you when you whine. he lines his cock up at your entrance as he says, "i'll give it to ya. in here. with my cock, mhm?"

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