#and shoving EVERYTHING sensitive about him deep inside where no one will see it

[meownotgood]

♡ threesome / hayakawa aki & angel ♡

♡ kinktober 2022 ♡

pairing: hayakawa aki & angel x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

content: soft dom aki, soft dom angel, voyerism, dirty talk, praise, pet names (sweetheart, baby, etc.), reader uses female pronouns, if angel can’t fuck you himself then watching aki fuck you is the next best thing

this work contains explicit content intended for 18+ individuals. please read the tags and do not interact if you are a minor.

Angel's predicament has always been this: he wants to touch you, he wants to feel you, he wants to be closer to you. But he can't, for obvious reasons. 

It tends to keep him up at night. Angel curls up under his bed sheets, pure white wings fanned out, pumping his cock while he thinks about you. After many restless evenings, he came to the conclusion that he would do anything for one chance with you, regardless of the circumstances. 

So, if Angel can't fuck you himself, watching Aki fuck you is the next best thing. Fortunately for Angel, Aki really likes having an audience. 

Angel sighs, leaning back further in his chair, admiring the view. His pants are pooled at his ankles, his face is flushed pink, and his hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking up the length slowly with an open grip. He spreads his legs a bit more and then quietly chokes out, "Aki… How does it feel?" 

Aki has you caged in under him, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He swallows before he speaks, his voice shaky, to the point where he sounds like he's high, "Really f-fucking good," He stutters, "She's soooo good." 

Aki has you positioned perfectly so that Angel can see everything, including the way Aki's thick cock presses inside you. The shaft is slick and glistening when he pulls out, echoing a wet sound when he shoves it back in deep, his cockhead nudging at your cervix. 

"Tell me more," Angel twists his hand and squeezes, breathing harshly at the sensation. 

Aki obliges, "It's really warm, really fucking tight," He breaks into a whine when he shoves back in again, his words starting to slur, the pleasure downright overwhelming, "Squeezing my dick so much… Every time I pull out, feels like it's sucking me back in." 

Angel moans loudly at that. 

Aki is still in his work clothes, his hair loose. His suit jacket is falling down his shoulders, but still manages to cling to his arms. His tie is loosened, his slacks are pulled down to his thighs, his shirt is unbuttoned at the top. Same with Angel; the devil's pants are pulled down, but his dress shirt and jacket are still on neatly. It's a stark contrast to you, stripped completely naked, your body exposed to both men. 

The way they're watching you is so intense — It makes you feel dizzy, like you're not sure who you should focus on. Aki, who's tall frame is positioned over you, his hair long and messy, his cheeks flushed red. Or Angel, who's observing your every move intently, taking in every detail of the scene, his wings gently fluttering. 

"Shit," Aki groans, and he dips his head over your shoulder. You wrap your arms around him, fingers tangled in his soft hair as he whispers in your ear, just quiet enough for only you to hear, "You're so damn wet, baby. You getting off to this? You like when someone else watches me fuck you?" 

All you can manage in response is a nod as Aki's teeth connect with your neck, nipping little hurried love bites into the skin there. You tilt your head to give Aki better access, and when you do, you catch eyes with Angel for the first time in a while. 

Angel's lips are parted, and strands of his cherry red hair stick to his forehead from sweat. He's jerking himself off steadily, his gaze flickering between you and Aki. His cock is pale and pretty, the sensitive tip leaking with precum, coating his palm each time he pumps it. He looks so disheveled, so needy. A total mess, just from watching you get fucked. The look in your eyes when you turn to him — pupils blown, desperate — is enough to make Angel's dick throb hard in his hand. 

Aki places delicate kisses up your jaw, over the shell of your ear, and his breath is hot on your skin when he mutters, "You're doing so well. Can you get a bit louder? Let Angel hear you, sweetheart." 

Aki's voice is soft and sweet, his lips are tender, but the way he fucks into you is relentless. He shoves himself in with deep, hard thrusts, focused on giving Angel the best show possible, on showing him just how well you can take his cock. Aki caresses your thighs with his palms, lightly squeezing, and he presses his lips to your cheeks, then your forehead — Faint kisses that contrast perfectly with his brutal pace, sending tingles up your spine. 

You manage to stutter, "Feels amazing, Aki, d-don't stop-" 

"Oh my God…" Angel tosses his head back as he jerks himself with more fervor, feeling himself getting closer, his dick getting harder when he hears your sweet voice. 

"Angel," Aki says, and it quickly draws the devil's attention back. Angel opens one of his eyes, and Aki continues, "Tell her what you wanna do to her."

"I wanna, fuck," It's difficult for Angel to get the words out. He's so close already, his wings twitching, his dick aching in his palm. He has to slow the pace of his hand to keep himself from cumming, taking in a deep breath to calm himself down further. "I wanna touch her. Really bad." 

Aki replies, "Yeah? Where? Here?" His large hands move to cup your breasts, pinching and twisting at the nipple. 

"Yeah, y-yeah, shit, Aki. You're fucking her so good." Now that he's got himself started, Angel can hardly hold back from babbling everything that comes to his mind. Watching the way Aki fucks into you, his hands gripping your thighs to spread you open, his cock stretching you out, his balls hitting your ass; it's so filthy, but so fucking addicting. 

It's addicting for Angel to close his eyes and focus on the sounds: your whines and Aki's quiet groans, the echo of skin slapping against skin, and the disgustingly wet squelch each time Aki thrusts in — It's intoxicating for Angel to imagine that he's somewhere in between. Before he even realizes what he's saying, Angel admits, "Want her to suck me off." 

A little smirk falls on Aki's face. God, he knows he shouldn't get turned on by that, but something about imagining fucking you senseless while you're choking on Angel's dick, struggling to take the two of them at once, has him feeling lightheaded. 

And Angel knows he shouldn't get so worked up just by watching this, feeling himself pushed further and further to the edge by the way you chant another man's name, Aki's name. He's watching his co-worker fuck you, he's gonna have to go to work tomorrow and see you and him and know that he watched the two of you fuck each other stupid. 

Aki grabs your face by your cheeks, his tone sultry when he mumbles, "Bet you'd look so pretty baby, sucking off Angel. You want to, don't you? Admit it." 

You nod your head, babbling, "Uh-huh, wanna make you feel good, Angel-" 

Angel feels his heart skip a beat in his chest when you address him directly, his breath hitching, but you're cut off when Aki commands, "Stick out your tongue." 

Aki presses his thumb to your lips, and when you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out as you were told, he bullies his thumb into your mouth until you suck on it obediently. 

"Ohhhh God, I can't, I'm gonna cum," Angel whines, feeling on the edge of his high. Aki grabs your chin and tilts your head forcibly until you're looking at Angel. 

With your eyes on him, your lips parted and Aki's thumb shoved in your mouth, Angel can't hold back anymore. He spills all over himself, cumming in thick ropes, getting his hand filthy. He looks so pretty when he finishes, his face blissful, his eyelashes heavy and fluttering. His voice is sweet and high pitched as he mutters an incoherent mix of swears and your own name. You swear you can see his halo glow brighter, spilling yellow beams of light onto his form, reflected upon his eyes.

Aki can feel you getting close, your cunt tightening around him, so he takes his thumb out; it's still wet with your saliva when he rubs your cheek and asks, "You gonna cum, baby?" 

"Mhmm, mhmm." 

"I'm close too," Aki chokes out. He clumsily wedges his hand between your legs, his fingertips rubbing precise circles on your clit, and he adjusts his pace, fucking you to a steady rhythm, one he's sure will make you cum. "Cum for me and Angel, and let Angel see your pretty face." 

His instruction is all it takes before you're over the edge, cumming around Aki's dick, with your head tilted towards Angel. Aki feels you get wetter; he nearly slips out, but he buries his head in your shoulder, clumsily chasing his high, his hands gripping your waist to pull your body even closer to himself. 

Angel slowly opens his eyes. He's still calming down from his release, his hand stroking his dick lazily. He pleads through shallow breaths, voice weak, "Aki… wanna see you cum on her. Can you?" 

Angel just barely catches the way Aki gasps, Yeah, yeah, before he pulls out, his fist hastily jerking his cock until he's groaning in pleasure, cumming all over your stomach and your chest, getting you sticky and messy with ropes of his white cum. 

Aki takes heavy, quickened breaths, and Angel reaches up to push messy strands of hair from his forehead. Aki cups your cheek and quietly praises, "So good, so good. You did so good for us. So perfect." 

"Yeah, that was amazing," Angel nods in agreement, "I don't care what we have to do. Next time, you're gonna switch places with me, Aki." 

#aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader #aki hayakawa smut #aki hayakawa #angel devil x reader #angel devil #angel x reader #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man smut

[itsshawtyfellas]

hii! I loved one of your works you did where It was any male character of our choice! I cant find any other fics like that so, could you do another one? Nothing specific 🫶

I was already planning on writing another one but I had to finish another request and I'm sorry about the delay but you asked and I delivered

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Paris

Pairing: Any male character(s) of your choice

Warnings: 18+ (mature content such as sub!reader, dom!male character(s), oral, praise kink, degradation kink, humiliation)

A/N: I'M SOOOO LATE I'M SORRY Y'ALL but I keep having writer's block... anyways... ovulation makes me creative🤭 also sit down in somewhere private cause this one is kinda nasty... also this was supposed to be a full but it ended being a drabble... enjoy you sluts🩷

You'd have never thought you would be in a situation like this.

Whenever friends or relatives would ask you about your life in general and how it was going and would curiously ask about your love life, you'd try to explain them the best you could, which often would lead to weird and disgusting looks sent your way, sometimes leading to self doubt but you didn't care. To you, none of that mattered other than the love felt in your relationship.

Why, you ask? Everything is better when you add one more into the equation; the several dates, the presents, the holidays, the sex.

Like now.

Sat on your knees, right above his shoe while slowly riding it, as he held your head to keep your face shoved on his thigh as you looked up at him jerking himself off slowly, teasing you.

"Aw, you poor thing... you're so eager to have my cock in your mouth, aren't you?" He asked, his condescending tone catching your ears, and you happened to notice the moment he looked over at your other partner, a smirk appearing on his face and you could hear a set of footsteps coming closer and closer until he was standing right behind you, his hand coming around to your neck, removing your head away from your boyfriend's thigh and leaning it right above your partner's hardened cock.

"She is... even riding his shoe too? You dirty little cockwhore." Your partner said, his gentle caresses on your jaw contrasting with his tone, which was even more degrading than your boyfriend's, causing a low wave of shame and embarrassment coming up to your heart, which made you love the moment even more.

"Do us a favor and open that pretty little mouth for him, baby." The deep baritone of your partner's voice resonated in the air and reaching your ears as a demand but you, wanting to provoke them, decided to open your mouth just a little, barely enough to stick two fingers inside.

The two of them, noticing how stubborn you were being, looked at each other for a split second until your boyfriend tapped the upper part of his shoe on your sensitive clit lightly, catching you off guard, your partner taking advantage of that moment of surprise to stick his thumb inside your mouth and sitting it on your tongue, your lips immediately closing around it.

"I guess besides being a cockwhore she's also a dumb fucking slut..." Your partner said, his thumb now going in and out of your mouth with you lightly sucking it.

"She really is... aren't you, baby?" Your boyfriend's tone was teasing as he tapped your cheek lightly with his palm, trying to gain your attention.

Your eyes were clouded in pleasure from how erotic and humiliating all of it was but you didn't care one bit, since you were still rocking your hips back and forth above his shoe, giving you some sort of a pleasurable pain that only made you speed up a little. That was until your boyfriend decided to move his shoe away from your wet pussy, causing you to come out of your own little fucked up world and glance up to see him smirking.

"Did you really think he would let you cum, hmm?" The slightly sadistic tone of your partner's words ended up in a chuckle, which made your ears perk up in attention and as you were about to turn your head to look at him, he suddenly gripped your jaw in a firm and gentle grip, stopping you from doing it and causing you to be fixated on your boyfriend's hard cock standing right in front of your mouth.

"You can cum once you suck him off... until then, open wide, baby, c'mon." His words sounded more like a command and your boyfriend took the chance to tap the tip of his dick on your lips and you didn't hesitate to open your mouth to take him fully, rubbing your tongue on his length.

"Ahh... there you go. It wasn't that hard, was it?" The words of your boyfriend came out with a sarcastic chuckle, looking down at you and focusing on the way your lips squeezed around his cock as he brought a hand to your head, petting your hair condescendingly, almost as if he didn't just make you suck him off.

Their actions and their words didn't stop as you kept sucking him off, like a weird and twisted form of motivation for you as one of them was thrusting his hips slightly towards your mouth while petting you while the other one was guiding your head back and forth with one hand right beneath your jawline and one behind your head. It all made you feel promiscuous, as if you were secretly going against societies morals, which gave you a thrill.

"You like this, don't you? You like having us? Hmm?" Your partner said, almost like he read your mind.

"He asked you a question, baby. You're not going to answer? Or are you too busy sucking my cock to notice?" Says your boyfriend, smirking down at you as he keeps moving your head with a hand still beneath your jaw.

Fuck, you could've have sworn your body was starting to shake and your skin was starting to shiver from how wet and hot you were and felt. You couldn't help it anymore and went against their orders, starting to roll your hips over and over again on your boyfriend's shoe, hoping they wouldn't notice and punish you again for it. Unfortunately for you, your partner did notice your actions and immediately grabbed your neck firmly and tipped your head back against his hard clothed crotch.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, huh?" He says, leaning down slightly to whisper against the back of your head. "Think you could just fuck yourself on him like a bitch in heat and we wouldn't notice?" All you could focus on were their dark chuckles and heavy petting along with your harsh breathing.

"Aw... look at her panting like a little bitch. Since she wants to act like a dog, I think I should give her a little treat, don't you think?" His question wasn't even directed at any of you but your partner still decided to answer it.

"I think she does. Open your mouth, baby." You listened and without hesitation, you opened mouth, purposefully sticking your tongue out and hoping he would stick his dick inside but he didn't – instead he tapped the tip of his cock on your wet muscle right before he started to stroke it in front of your opened mouth, soon spilling his hot cum all over your face, missing your tongue completely and marking your face with him on purpose.

"See? Doesn't she look so pretty?" Your partner said, smirking and tilting your head back some more so that you be looking directly up at him. "What is it, hun? Whatcha looking like that at me for? You want some more, hmm?"

"I think she wants more, don't you?" You were about to answer his question until your partner decided to unbutton his shorts and taking out his erected cock, not wasting a second to start stroking it immediately, right above your cum stained face.

"C'mon, you already know the rules. Open up." You opened you mouth again, hoping he'd give you a little taste, but just like your boyfriend, he purposefully missed it, wanting to spill his seed on your face.

"There you go... how did you like your treat?" You honestly didn't care. They only thing you could think of was how they didn't even try to make you cum.

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A/N: don't say I didn't warn ya about the nastiness of this...

#rafe cameron smut #jj maybank smut #frank castle smut #matt murdock smut #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers smut #eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #outer banks #marvel #stranger things

[influenzalake]

Invading Boundaries Jon and Damian x Reader Scenarios 

Female Reader, Reader - insert

serious themes, be careful yall- viewer discretion IS ADVISED

Damian:

Reader got her period and it stained their clothes, but Damian is pushy to a fault and will not let up 

- Damian sees you running around back and forth from your room to the bathroom to the laundry room and back

- He wants to know what's up, locked doors? what's that??

- Thinks you're hiding something 

- He stands outside of the laundry room and waits for you to get out

- You exit and run into the wall that is Damian

- He is scowling and demands to know what you are doing, with his anxiety high he disregards a kinder delivery of his message

- You close the door, standing in front of the nob and hands behind your back, scowling back up at him you tell him that he is not entitled to anything and stand your ground

- Damian is flabbergasted, but on the inside he is hurt

- You tell him it is not his business and he needs to learn to be aware of people's privacy

- He makes more demands and tries to reach for the door, but you catch his hand

- That's when he sees the blood on your hands

- Automatically assuming the worst, he forces his way in anyway and sees a bucket of water, cleaning supplies, and your bloody clothing

- His fears dissipate and then becomes confused, why would you hide this from him?

- You shove him out of the room in anger and start raising your voice about his actions and that if you do NOT want him somewhere he NEEDS to respect that

- You take your belongings and leave as quickly as possible, taking one more trip into the bathroom to get everything you need and finally take refuge in your room

- Damian's brain is in a whirlwind because he does not think it is a big deal, but he knows saying you are overreacting would get an even worse response

- He buffers for a little bit, looking for an appropriate reaction for the situation

- He remembers something from new training he has had that dictates that he be more sensitive to people's wishes

- He moves before anything else, taking small steps back and turning around

- His mind and feelings are still processing what to say and what would be the "right" thing to say

- (maybe he should ask Alfred for help?)

- He doesn't want you to be mad at him, he was worried and a period is a normal part of human life

- He hopes to resolve this with you later, still not getting what he did wrong

Jon:

Reader goes to sleep and Jon follows, Jon is oblivious to the real fear he caused 

- You're staying over at Jon's place for a sleepover and have the guest room for the night

- You turn in early and Jon follows you up, maybe you'll have a pillow fight! Or play video games! He just wants to be where you are and spend time with you 

- You stop at the top of the stairs and ask what he's doing

- Jon says he's following you! Not thinking anything of it...

- Your face drops and you rush into the guest room then locking the door, and maybe picking up your phone just in case

- Wonders why you did a 180, not realizing the implications of his actions

- He goes up to the door and knocks, asking what's wrong through the door, effectively making the situation worse for you

- He can hear your heartrate and breathing spike and he starts to really worry, what if you're having a panic attack and need help??

- He doesn't want to call his dad or mom, he wants to figure this out for himself! This is a chance to prove himself!

- He puts his face close to the door and advises that you take deep breaths and turn the lights down,            to obviously not irritate your senses

- This literally only makes things worse 

- You are genuinely scared and confused because the sweet Jon you knew is gone

- You start wheezing and Jon can hear everything, your condition is getting more serious

- He doesn't want things to get worse so he opens the door using his strength, to "help"

- He finds you shaking in the corner next to the window, eyes wide and on him

- He takes steps towards you and lowers himself to you

- He feels a deep pang in his heart, you look . . . afraid?

- of him?

- Jon is shocked in place, unable to move or determine what is going on

- In his silence you tell him to back off, yelling at him to get out

- Jon is still lost and frozen, but now he is also sad

- You take your chance and push him up and out of the room, not wanting to see him anymore

- Jon is staring at the wall opposite of your door and feels like crying, but retires to his bed to hide his feelings

- He feels like a failure and can't figure out where it all went wrong

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PROMOTE EDUCATIONAL SAFE OPEN AND HONEST CONVERSATIONS ABOUT MENSTRUAL CYCLES! 

The behaviors displayed here are not okay and are invasive, hopefully this fanfiction helps someone recognize that. DO NOT let anyone force you to do anything you do not want to do, be safe my friends. 

NO means NO 

#batman #superman #scenarios #damian wayne #jon kent #robin #superboy #x reader

[syringesyrup]

can you write some swissdew where swisstopher is being a dickhead to dew and he kinda hurts his feelings and swiss feels really bad after and comforts him :(

tysm syringe we <3 u!

yes i can….

Swiss has always been the one that can make Dew burst into flames so easily. If Dew is the flint, Swiss is most definitely the steel. He pushes and prods and aggravates Dew like it’s his job. He’s a master at it too. He knows just where to poke Dew and how to prod. It’s incredibly infuriating but never bad enough to the point where Dew can’t fight back. He has his own ways of getting a rise out of Swiss. They’re equally arrogant and short tempered, Dew just has no sense of self control when it comes to his emotions.

It’s odd when Swiss finally breaks through Dew’s shell. It’s a simple insult, something about his eyes that sends Dew over the edge. Their argument comes to a sudden halt as Dew falls quiet, something so rare for the fire ghoul to do. Swiss picks up on it immediately and instead of not being an asshole, he decides to keep going.

“Awww!” Swiss coos. “Sensitive about that, are you?” He teases, grinning wide and flashy. Dew avoids looking at it. He can hear the malice in Swiss’ tone, laced with venom and something darker than Dew can’t digest.

Swiss goes to push further until Dew flinches away from him and turns away, letting his bangs fall over his face as he stands up and away from the multi ghoul.

“Fuck off.” Is all Dew growls before he leaves.

He knows he should cut his bangs. They’re itchy against his eyelashes and get caught in everything but he can’t bring himself to do it. He doesn’t even want to look himself in the eyes anymore. Cirrus offers to trim them for him, but he refuses. He tries to waver her concern by telling her he wants to grow his hair out again but he can sense her doubt. It’s always impossible to lie to Cirrus.

Aether has noticed it too, obviously. Last time Dew let his hair grow out like this was during a rough time of his life. He was ashamed of his eyes. He hated the way they weren’t both blue and bright anymore. He looks mismatched with them, like they don’t belong to him. One is dull and pale blue, if you could even call it blue anymore. The other is a deep red and swirling orange around his pupil like a forest fire trapped inside of him.

He lets his bangs fall back over his eyes. He doesn’t feel like letting anyone see them anymore. Not again.

Swiss, of course, notices. He makes a comment about Dew looking like an edgy teenager before Dew simply ignores him. He’s not in the mood to fight right now. He doesn’t even want to talk about his hair or his eyes. His whole goal is to avoid that topic.

“Hey.” Swiss says louder, capturing his attention. “Cut your fucking bangs.”

Dew flicks his tail at him. Swiss growls a bit low in his throat before he stands up, grabbing Dew by the arm. Dew jolts away from him in an attempt to escape before Swiss’ hands are on his face, shoving his hair out of his eyes. Dew tries to yank himself away from Swiss, but it’s futile. Swiss’ hands are far too strong and hold Dew in place like he belongs in them.

“C’mon.” Swiss whines. “I miss your eyes.”

Dew stills. He glares up at Swiss, seeing him clearly for the first time in a while. “You called them odd.”

“Odd doesn’t mean bad, Dew.” Swiss tuts. “Look at me.” He instructs, tilting Dew’s chin up to force eye contact. He rubs a thumb along Dew’s bottom lip, pressing into the soft skin ever so slightly. Dew’s eyes widen as Swiss squints down at him before his eyes flicker. They spark for a second before settling into a mismatched pair. Blue and red, just like Dew’s.

“See?” Swiss smiles. “Pretty, yeah?”

“Mhmm.” Dew mumbles as he stares up at Swiss. They look nice on Swiss. Everything does. He still can’t find it in himself to wash away the shame that he’s felt these past few weeks.

“Alright.” Swiss sighs. “I’m sorry.” He turns his (or rather Dew’s) eyes away and clears his throat. “I like your eyes. They’re cool.” His face flushes as he speaks, sending an arrow through Dew’s heart.

“Nothing cool about them.” Dew mumbles before Swiss squeezes his face. Swiss shushes him before leaning closer to his face with a soft smile.

“That’s what you think, baby.” Swiss grins as he watches Dew’s face scrunch at the pet name before he leans forward and places a kiss under Dew’s eye. “Don’t worry, I’ll change your mind.”

If anyone could, it’s Swiss.

#my art #ghost bc #the band ghost #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul

[melon-cream-enmu]

repost from peach-cream-enmu-archive

Anonymous asked: oh MAN That inspection post but.. tweels.

Afab, dubcon

It was hard to wrestle you into the water to bring you here, but they didn’t notice in doing so, how soft you are. Floyd’s tail wrapped right around you as they swam off to their destination.

They have much more energy than you do, quickly tiring you out to the point they didn’t have to hold you down with much. Old fishing net and rope anchored under rocks did it quite nicely.

Your skin is so smooth, not a single scale in sight, and so strange! You’re so squishy, they both can’t stop themselves from grabbing and kneading your stomach.

But what they liked most were your legs. So thick, and they jiggled when you’d kicked and thrashed earlier. They taste good, and feel good between their teeth. They’re gentle, but you still have teeth marks.

They’re petting your legs as they stare, watching every twitch of your body and where they touch that caused it. The higher up your thighs they get, the more you tense. And you start to smell different. Right there.

Between your legs.

The rougher one is the first to shove his face between them, fingers pushing apart your legs, touching your lips, parting them, staring. Humans are dry creatures, but you’re so wet here! And you smell good! He could just hug your leg and rest his cheek on your thigh and breathe you in all day. But you smell like you taste good too.

In his hazy thoughts he’s easily pushed away by the other, who does what the previous had, but with much more control. Fingers softly parting your lips, touching lightly, stroking. He brings his face closer and his nose bumps your mound. Just his breath has you tensing. He wonders what other things he could make your body do.

His tongue peaks out and pokes its way along and between your lips. He grows more enthusiastic as your taste settles on his tongue. The other mer starts…talking to the one between your legs, a sound like tweeting birds and rumbling bubbles. You hesitantly look down at him to see his brows furrowed and his lips in a pout. But when he catches you looking it’s quickly replaced with a wide grin and big eyes.

You whimper and squirm as the one between your legs responds sharply to the other before returning to your cunt. The other is now by your face, watching your body as you squirm. His eyes trace yours, your cheeks, your neck, your chest, and your tummy, mesmerized by how your flesh moves. His focus then returns to your chest.

He brings his face closer and slowly opens his mouth, staring you in the eye like he’s taunting you. Your try to thrash and do anything to get your limbs free. But you can do nothing as his mouth descends on your breast and his teeth sink into your flesh. His tongue grazes your nipple, and the sharp hot pain of his teeth, the sensitivity of the bud, and the other mer still mouthing, licking, and sucking at your sex has the pressure in your gut twisting too tight.

Between your legs, the mer seemed prepared for you to come, wiggling his tongue as deep inside you as possible, hoping to pull every bit from you and savor the taste completely.

The one attached to your chest lets go and watches as blood beads to the surface, licking his lips. He places soft kisses all over your breasts, getting a bit pushy as he presses his face into them more and more with each kiss. His lips are soon stained red.

They’re both grinning at your exhausted form, pressing their noses into your skin, nuzzling you, groping at any part of you they can. They want to take in everything they can about you.

#cream wonderland #cream afab #toasted sugar cream #cream writes

[rinbowaman]

HHP - Chapter 15 pt 1

Sorry for the long wait! Part 1 is up, part 2 coming your way and possibly part 3. Tomorrow remaining parts will be posted. This chapter will have SMUT, just none in part 1....

Your eyes gently open to the rising light of the sun peering through the window. Laying on your side, you could smell Heeseung’s cologne over his bedspread as you took your time to raise yourself up to a seated position. His room looked clean, tranquil, and was quiet.

Looking around, you found that you were the only one present in the room.

‘Could he be downstairs?’ You wondered.

Barely able to recall exactly what had gone down, your memory appeared to be hazy and clouded, only the bits and pieces of the event that occurred the night before popped up.

You look around. You couldn’t even remember where your phone was until you suddenly remembered that you left your phone inside the car belonging to one of the girls just before the rugby sporting event, whereas after you were...taken.

Yes! That’s right! You were taken, now you’re starting to remember everything.

From the moment that you felt unfamiliar hands grabbing onto you, to being shoved into a van, and taken to a remote and wide parking space of an abandoned lot, you sporadically recalled what had followed afterwards.

‘Y/N, you see all these cameras? I’m going to need you to swap your view and make sure to look at each one, okay?’

‘If you move or scream I’ll cut your mouth wide open.’

‘Did Ethan give you this ring? Where’s the diamond?’

‘Y/N you’re on birth control, right? Whatever, just give me the plan B pill just in case.’

…………….

The awful words that reflected what Tiff and Scott had planned hit you…hard.

The emptiness of your gut propelled you to feel that sense of anxiety and helplessness that you felt the moment you were seated on the hood of that car, forced to face all those bright lights aimed at your face as Tiff and Scott began to make preparations for their ‘plan’ which you didn’t want to think about to confirm the details of what they were going to do. You had a good idea without thinking of it.

Just the thought of what could have transpired nearly brought you to tears. Scott and Tiff’s voice echo through your brain once more….

‘I’m assuming you’re not a virgin, are you? Because if you are I definitely need to know now, that’s a huge bonus.’

‘Scott, I need my car. When can I leave?’

The night would have continued, filled with your screams and tears, and a deep for longing of death to greet you at any cost. You would have welcomed death knowing full well what Scott and his crew were going to do with you, and it almost happened.

‘Scott, I need my car. When can I leave?’ Tiff’s voice plays through your head yet again.

It almost happened to you.

Until….

‘How about when I’m done with you? Does that sound good, Tiff?’

Heeseung…

Looking around, you noticed that you had no clothes on, just the covers of Heeseung’s bedding. As you shifted your position to go through the drawers to get some attire, you winced at the sudden pain that took place around your waist.

‘What is this?’

You remark the small, dotted indentations on your skin. Red, tender, and sensitive to the touch, you became puzzled at how you got the markings. Flash backs of Scott came to mind, where the man had rubbed his disgusting hands under your shirt, grabbed and fondled your breasts under your bra as he pinched your nipples, and smothered your cheek with his kisses and even licked you with his tongue, forcing the issue as you were tenacious on keeping your head turned away, not once opening your mouth for him to enter.

He did all of that…but he didn’t do this.

You stood up and walked over to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Once you flicked the light on, you observed the reflection of your naked body, covered in a series of bite marks, hickey’s, and finger prints. From your neck all the way down to your inner thighs, you looked as if you had been ravished by a demonic beast.

Ethan…

Now you started to remember, beginning with the ride back home, where Ethan was in full gear as he stared at the road the entire way back. You couldn’t remember exactly how or whose car you were in, as you recalled Jake and H/N dropping you both off somewhere, where there was a red vehcile waiting.

You remembered the keys being under the driver’s seat, which Ethan had already known about as he immediately retrieved them once he opened the door. After placing Eden in the front passenger seat, he started the car and drove…quietly.

He was not only quiet, but he looked as if his mind was zoned out or focused on something. Yet the moment that he would look at you…or rather, Eden, his stare was odd. It was different.

Normally he would stare with a desire to do the most personal and intimate acts with you or Eden, yet last night it was much more intense, for longing and fervent than ever. Last night, he wasn’t just yearning, he was...hungry.

‘Let me eat you.’

…………………

‘Okay….my Ethan. Go ahead…eat.’

………………..

So that’s what happened…. he ate…he quenched…and he had his fill with your body, under your Eden entity.

Dance for me forever Look at me in the broken mirror And tune it with the feet This beautiful moment I don't stop Woah, again, chaconne now Dance for mе, like you're drunk and fascinated by mе I just wanna dance on, can't stop it This is my world in the dark Woah, again, chaconne now

Part 2 <- click

#enha x reader #heeseung x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung fanfic #enhypen smut #heeseung smut #enhypen hard hours #heeseung hard hours #enha heeseung #heeseung hard thoughts #Spotify

[tamakishoochie]

Three is Never A Crowd

18+, MDNI

NSFW

Word count: 🚶🏾‍♀️

Jason!Tamaki x Black!Reader x Mirio

“Are you sure about this, Mirio?”

You asked your jock boyfriend who insisted that the two of you sneak away from camp to mess around in the woods.

You were sprawled out on a sleeping bag underneath him while he mounted you behind some bushes with your legs thrown over his shoulders.

“Everything’s fine, babe! It’s just the two of us here, I promise~..”

He reassured you while rubbing the tip of his cock against your pussy lips, making the warmth in your cheeks spread. It was extremely dark out tonight and the two of you were a long way from camp, which means he brought you here to be as loud as you want.

Nobody would be able to hear your screams of pleasure

“W-well I just think that-..”

You were interrupted by Mirio’s cock shoving itself deep inside of you, bottoming out in one go. The moan that escaped your lips echoed throughout the forest, alerting nearby animals and making them scatter. With your head thrown back, he takes the chance to attack your neck with love bites and kisses.

“Just relax and focus on this dick, baby. I’m gonna take care of you~..”

He gave you the same smile that made you melt every time before leaning down close to your face and capturing your lips in a heated kiss filled with nothing but passion. His thrusts were slow and rough at the same time, making your entire body rock with his movements and his hands groping anything that jiggled.

It wasn’t until he started speeding up when you heard a twig snap.

“Did you hear that?”

You whispered to him while scanning the area around you but your focus wavered because of his warm tongue teasing your brown, sensitive nipples. Your back arched, pushing more of your tit into his mouth.

“It’s probably just another animal. It’s fine..”

He wasn’t paying attention at all, too lost in the feeling of your gummy walls clenching and pulsating around him.

You hear something rustle a couple of feet away from where you guys were and you knew you weren’t the only ones out there.

“Mirio, listen! I think we’re being watched. We need to head back to camp, NOW!”

You spot a dark figure behind a tree and you point at it frantically. Realizing just how freaked out you were, Mirio finally looks behind him and sees the exact same figure you’re seeing.

“Hey there, you lost?”

Mirio asked the stranger with his cock still deep inside of you and your face gets hotter with each passing second. This was so embarrassing.

As the man got closer, you could see that his face was covered by an old hockey mask, but the glint of his bloodied machete was what caught your attention.

Something about the stranger behind the mask was off. He was standing there awkwardly and avoiding eye contact with Mirio.

“A-are you guys...done? I kind of need to, you know….kill you when you’re doing this..”

Your terror slowly died down after hearing his voice. It was soft and shaky like he was nervous and would rather be anywhere else but here.

“Kill us, huh? Well I guess we are pretty vulnerable right now.”

Mirio gazed down at you and a dirty thought came to his mind. You squirm around as you feel his cock twitch and pulsate deep inside of you.

How could he possibly still be hard in a situation like this?

“What’s your name?”

Mirio asked the stranger, making him jolt a little from the surprise question. You tap on Mirio’s abdomen, confused about what was happening right now.

“It’s Tamaki, b-but I’m here to-“

“Well Tamaki, since you’ve been watching the whole time, how about you join us instead of killing us?”

Both you and Tamaki look at Mirio in disbelief. He was serious too with the cheekiest smile on his face. You could almost see the blush through the killer’s mask.

“Come on, it’ll be fun! We can both make her cum and I’ll even let you fuck her, if that’s alrght with you, y/n?~”

Mirio suggested, his eyes looking directly into yours.This wasn’t smart at all and you knew that, but something about being fucked by a machete wielding murderer awoke something strange inside of you.

Nodding your head, you agree to the plan and shiver after you feel Mirio’s cock pull out of you, his cock nice and shiny with your slick dripping off of it.

Tamaki just stood there mesmerized by your naked, brown body and the way you held your legs open shyly for him made his own cock twitch.

After a while, Tamaki finally accepts the offer, removing his tattered jacket and shirt before moving on to his pants. You noticed his bulge before but bit your bottom lip after witnessing what he was packing.

You watched as he moved himself between your legs with Mirio right behind him and his throbbing dick pressing up against Tamaki’s back.

“You don’t need this, either~..”

Mirio purred in Tamaki's ear before slowly lifting his mask, revealing just how red his face was. It was cute to you.

“Do you really have to b-be this close?..”

Tamaki questioned Mirio as he positioned his cock to your awaiting pussy, a shiver running up and down his spine after feeling his hot breath against the back of his neck.

Mirio reaches forward and places his hands on your knees to keep your legs spread.

“I gotta make sure you’re fucking my girl right~..”

Your eyebrows furrow just as the tip of Tamaki’s dick pushes past your folds and every inch is engulfed greedily.

Tamaki’s whimpers were music to both you and Mirio’s ears. He’s never felt anything like this before.

You, on the other hand, failed to keep your composure after being filled up with cock. Eyes already crossing with saliva running down the side of your mouth. Tamaki’s timid nature didn’t match his body or size at all. He was huge!

Mirio whispered directions into Tamaki’s ear while spreading his ass with one hand and aligning his cock to his puckered asshole with the other.

Using the juices from your pussy that still coated his dick, he slips inside of Tamaki with ease, the tightness of his ass making Mirio clench his teeth and curse underneath his breath.

Tamaki’s eyes widen in surprise and a yell escapes his lips. He wasn’t expecting that at all.

“What, you thought I’d skip out on the fun?~”

Smirking, he gives Tamaki a hard thrust, making him accidentally thrust into you and all three of you moan in unison.

With Mirio mounted on top of Tamaki and Tamaki on top of you, it gets steamy behind the bush y’all were fucking behind. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as Tamaki fucked into you, the stretch driving you insane and the contour of a bulge poking through your tummy visible with every thrust.

For a killer that’s been racking up bodies for years now, Tamaki was extremely vocal, but you didn’t blame him. Not only was he being fucked in the ass by your boyfriend, but his cries of pleasure also came from your gummy, warm walls squeezing and sucking him in even deeper, his tip kissing your womb over and over.

Mirio places a hand between Tamaki’s shoulder blades and gently pushes his body against yours more before gripping his hips firmly.

“Good shit, Tamaki! You’re making her really-..hng-..feel it~..”

Praised Mirio as his own thrusts gradually became more erratic and rough. He was close. You all were.

Tamaki lets out another cry before latching his mouth onto yours, kissing you sloppily with his brows furrowed. His tongue swirls against yours and you reciprocate the action before reaching behind to grab handfuls of his ass, spreading and kneading the flesh with your fingertips.

“I-I..I can’t take anymore..I’m gonna-..”

His vision begins to blur as ribbons upon ribbons of cum flood your cunt and you aren't too far behind him either, crying and releasing screams of pleasure as you squirt on his cock, both of your juices mixing together and pooling around your ass.

A few more hard thrusts from Mirio and quickly joins the two of you in pure bliss, hips stuttering and jolting forward as he nuts deep inside of Tamaki’s ass.

Your legs tremble and you mewl after Tamaki pulls out and a geyser of cum pours out of your ruined pussy. After Mirio pulls out of Tamaki, he places you between him and the man that had originally planned to end your lives tonight.

“See? He was just sex deprived, that’s all.”

#horror villain au #horror au #mha #bnha #friday the 13th #jason vorhees #tamaki amakiji #mirio togata #tw: smut #jordy writes ✍🏾

[peach-cream-enmu-archive]

oh MAN That inspection post but.. tweels.

It was hard to wrestle you into the water to bring you here, but they didn’t notice in doing so, how soft you are. Floyd’s tail wrapped right around you as they swam off to their destination.

They have much more energy than you do, quickly tiring you out to the point they didn’t have to hold you down with much. Old fishing net and rope anchored under rocks did it quite nicely.

Your skin is so smooth, not a single scale in sight, and so strange! You’re so squishy, they both can’t stop themselves from grabbing and kneading your stomach.

But what they liked most were your legs. So thick, and they jiggled when you’d kicked and thrashed earlier. They taste good, and feel good between their teeth. They’re gentle, but you still have teeth marks.

They’re petting your legs as they stare, watching every twitch of your body and where they touch that caused it. The higher up your thighs they get, the more you tense. And you start to smell different. Right there.

Between your legs.

The rougher one is the first to shove his face between them, fingers pushing apart your legs, touching your lips, parting them, staring. Humans are dry creatures, but you’re so wet here! And you smell good! He could just hug your leg and rest his cheek on your thigh and breathe you in all day. But you smell like you taste good too.

In his hazy thoughts he’s easily pushed away by the other, who does what the previous had, but with much more control. Fingers softly parting your lips, touching lightly, stroking. He brings his face closer and his nose bumps your mound. Just his breath has you tensing. He wonders what other things he could make your body do.

His tongue peaks out and pokes its way along and between your lips. He grows more enthusiastic as your taste settles on his tongue. The other mer starts…talking to the one between your legs, a sound like tweeting birds and rumbling bubbles. You hesitantly look down at him to see his brows furrowed and his lips in a pout. But when he catches you looking it’s quickly replaced with a wide grin and big eyes.

You whimper and squirm as the one between your legs responds sharply to the other before returning to your cunt. The other is now by your face, watching your body as you squirm. His eyes trace yours, your cheeks, your neck, your chest, and your tummy, mesmerized by how your flesh moves. His focus then returns to your chest.

He brings his face closer and slowly opens his mouth, staring you in the eye like he’s taunting you. Your try to thrash and do anything to get your limbs free. But you can do nothing as his mouth descends on your breast and his teeth sink into your flesh. His tongue grazes your nipple, and the sharp hot pain of his teeth, the sensitivity of the bud, and the other mer still mouthing, licking, and sucking at your sex has the pressure in your gut twisting too tight.

Between your legs, the mer seemed prepared for you to come, wiggling his tongue as deep inside you as possible, hoping to pull every bit from you and savor the taste completely.

The one attached to your chest lets go and watches as blood beads to the surface, licking his lips. He places soft kisses all over your breasts, getting a bit pushy as he presses his face into them more and more with each kiss. His lips are soon stained red.

They’re both grinning at your exhausted form, pressing their noses into your skin, nuzzling you, groping at any part of you they can. They want to take in everything they can about you.

#cream afab #toasted sugar cream #technically #cream wonderland

[xbroken-science-archived]

To whom does your heart belong?

your heart belongs to the sun

you are a wildfire waiting to happen, one lit cigarette away from catastrophe. you are passion itself, full of rage and joy and love and pain. you are the driving force behind change, so why are you afraid of it? not all that is new will hurt you. let others into your life. you will not burn them. you do not cause harm inherently, you are wounded. you will heal. i promise you will heal.

What’s your problem?

deflecting with humour

how’s the trauma going? do the jokes help? are you even funny? yes. you are. you’re funny and you’re kind, and you’re deserving of all the love in the world. i know you’ll probably pretend you didn’t see this because maybe it’s too real, or maybe it’s bullshit and you don’t believe it, but, sweetheart, it’s okay to ask for help. it’s okay to *expect* help from people that love you. you don’t need to amuse them or make them laugh or make them feel happy to make yourself deserve to be heard. you already deserve it. you don’t need to work for basic human respect. im sorry that people don’t listen enough sometimes, im sorry that you have to ask to be heard. but sweetheart, you, just you being yourself, is enough. no one gets the right to ask for anything more. you’ll find the people that listen if you haven’t already, i know they’re there, ready to love you, and you won’t ever need to prove that you deserve it.

Tagged by: @animus-inspire (thank you sm!)

Tagging: Steal it.

#tag game #//Hojo #first one is pretty true #second one? not really #yeah he's traumatised #but he doesn't deflect with humour #he deals with it by just... detaching himself from everything and everyone #no longer caring about the world around him #not allowing anyone to see his vulnerability and fear #and shoving EVERYTHING sensitive about him deep inside where no one will see it

[svftvluv]

Could you possibly do a really smutty Vinnie imagine? Like with loads of kinks such as dom!Vinnie; choking, degradation, slapping, spitting, being sarcastic with y/n etc. like I’d just love to read this! Pleaseeee 🥺

Can’t Control Me

Pairings: Vinnie Hacker x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Y/N decides to try something new, but Vinnie doesn’t approve of it.

Warnings: smut, 18+ content, female masturbation, spitting, degradation kink, hair pulling, mentions of tying up, choking

Author’s Note: Props to my friend for helping me write this. Pardon me if there are any grammar mistakes. I do feel like i went too much into detail but I think it fits the plot(lmao). hope you all enjoy tho!

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He should’ve thought this through 100% before he let his girlfriend tie him up. She said she wanted to “try something new”, but he knew exactly why she did this. He refused to touch her at all last night since his friends were over. His arms and legs were constrained to a chair while she sat on their bed. Naked. Everything was on display and god if he had the strength to free himself from the ropes she wouldn’t be smirking at him. Who even taught her how to tie such good knots? “Y/N get me out of these.” She just laughed at his demand. She pulled out a toy that she bought without his knowledge. He began to writhe under the rope as he realized where this was headed.

She spread her legs revealing her wet cunt. He followed every erotic curve of her body. All he could think about were the things he’d do to her once escaping his restraints. She smirked at him while getting the toy ready. “Y/N don’t even try it.” He tugged at the restraints, his knuckles turning white and veins popping out from how hard he was tugging. She brought the toy down to her entrance teasing herself. She giggled to herself at how hopeless her boyfriend was. She slowly slipped the toy inside her making her mouth fall open. His breathing got heavier with every moan that escaped her lips. “Oh god!” She adjusted herself so Vinnie could get the best view.

“Don’t you fucking dare come.” His threat was drowned out by her pursuit of pleasure. She thrusted the dildo faster until she reached her orgasm. She made eye contact with him. His eyes were overwhelmed by anger and lust. While she reveled in her accomplishment, he managed to untie his hands. Turns out she wasn’t an expert in ropework after all. With her eyes being shut she was clueless to the monster that freed itself only a few feet away. It wasn’t until she felt a warm, tight grip around her throat she opened her eyes. “You really are a slut, huh? Fucking yourself with a toy all cause I wouldn’t do it myself. So Pathetic.” He said before spitting on her face.

He unbuckled his pants, yanking his boxers to his ankles. “What? Was you’re test to see if I’d fuck you? Well here’s your goddamn answer.” With that he shoved himself inside her. She didn’t have time to adjust or process what was happening as his thrusts were too deep and rough. He gathered as much hair as he could in one hand and pulled her up. His other hand gripped her hip enabling her to move. “Can’t go one day without my dick, can you?” She couldn’t form any words at all. Moans spilled one after making it difficult to inhale. “Fucking answer me.” His grip on her hair got tighter and her moans began to turn into whines. “I-i can’tt..” He switched his hand from her hair to her throat. He pulled her all the way up so her back was against his chest.

He brought his hand down to her pussy. He placed his index finger on her clit making her gasp. “T-too much please no.” She was sensitive from how abused her pussy was from all the rough thrusts. He found it funny how she still thought she had a say in all of this. He rubbed her clit rapidly, earning cries from her. She tried to pry his hand off but his strength was no match for her.. “Take it. You tied me up and now this is your punishment. M’gonna fuck you all night till you break.” The threat should've scared her but instead she was filled with excitement. She loved being manhandled like a rag doll for hours.

The pit in her stomach started to form rapidly. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as moans spilled from her mouth. He spread her legs to get a better angle. Suddenly he was hitting the spot that made scream. He chuckled under his breath from her reaction. “V-vinne don’t stop.” His hand came up to her abdomen pressing down on it allowing him to feel himself inside her. “Feel that? Want you to come all over it. Come all over my cock.” Her hips met with his making her orgasm hit her faster. She let go with a scream followed with unintelligible muffles. He placed her back on the mattress, but turned her on her back. He placed a kiss on her lips before he whispered against her lips. “Your punishment isn’t over yet, sweetheart. Spread those legs for me again..”

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[creepling]

teasing riddles - smut

an ! idk where this came from, i just had an urge to write it. rewatching the batman at home got me feeling shit y'know ;^)

pairing ! the riddler x gn!reader

word count ! 969

cw ! MINORS DNI, mask kink, dom!riddler, degrading, teasing, cursing, spanking, bruising, rough smut.

“What is so fragile that if you say its name, it breaks it?”

You could barely hear his words as your senses heightened from your sexual high. Your urges ramped high and dropped low as the Riddler taunted you, a smirk plastered on his face. You could not see it as his mask concealed everything but his wide eyes that basked your arousal; you could only sense it in his words. He was such a tease, asking you complicated riddles, knowing fine well that all you could think about was returning to the pleasure he sent through your body.

The game was simple. If you said the correct answer, Riddler would continue to pound his hard cock deep inside you and ride you into your high. If you guessed incorrectly, your chances of reaching your orgasm became slimmer, and he would resort to spanking your sensitive areas to punish you for your stupidity.

“I- I don’t know—”

“I didn’t take you for a quitter, let alone a loser. Think!”

Fragile. That was you at this moment. You had guessed the last two riddles incorrectly, resulting in your thighs and ass courting light green bruises. Your head was spinning from the numbness from the pain, yet you still rutted against his cock, physically begging it to be pushed back into your entrance.

“Please . . . just fuck me—”

Riddler gripped your cheeks with his immersive hand and forced you to look into his eyes. You obeyed, your eyelids drooping idle, your stare filled with lust and anticipation. The look on your face made his cock twitch, reminding him that he was a dominant figure. Without the Riddler, Edward would not be able to have you like this, pleading for him, have you given into your perverted obsessions.

“One more guess, then I’ll treat you like the slut you are.”

His words alone made you whimper. Your eyes fell into the back of your head, but you strained your memory to come up with an answer. A sly smile appeared on your face. When the Riddler saw it form, he knew one thing. You were about to misbehave.

“My answer is you. Edward. Fucking. Nash—”

A whimper escaped your lips when you felt Riddler’s hand collide brutally with your ass, the reaction to the pain stuttering into a moan. You could not help but giggle as he manhandled you, gripping your waist and pulling your hair. You felt his hot breath at your ear, and you strained your eyes to look at him, your smirk intensifying at the glint of annoyance in his eyes.

“You gonna do what you do best, huh? Be a little fucking brat? God, you’re such a pathetic slut.”

His insults were music to your ears. Your body grew tense as he spanked you into submission, baring the luscious parts of your figure before leaving them red with his hands.

“It was silence. That was the answer. That’s something you find hard to do. Stay quiet and obedient for me.” Riddler grunted into your ear, giving you one last spank before shoving your face back onto the bedsheets.

You caught your breath while he thought of another Riddle, pumping his cock with his fist and letting out sighs mingled with stress and relief. You lay still and obedient, biting your bottom lip as the cold air hit your exposed entrance.

 “Lighter than what I am made of, more of me is hidden than is seen. What am I?”

Now that your mind felt more straightforward, you could use your wit. Your eyes gazed in front of you where you saw the neon street lights outside the window. You could hear the buzz of the Iceberg Lounge under the heavy rain, prompting an answer in your head.

“Is it an Iceberg?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, prepared for the shooting pains. Instead, you felt your entrance whole with the Riddler’s girth, the sudden greeting of his cock sending a shiver down your spine. A fluttered moan escaped your lips as your hips bucked towards him.

“Correct. See, you’re not as stupid as you look.” The Riddler cooed.

Your pleasure had accumulated to the point you knew you would cum at any moment, feeling Edward’s hips buck into you as his pace amplified with each thrust. Your ass jiggled as his hips slammed into contact, the sight of you bent over sending a wave of euphoria through Edward. As your hole tightened around his cock a groan escaped his lips, and his grip around your waist tightened.

“Such a good little slut, taking my cock so well.”

You sneaked your hand from under you to pleasure yourself as you felt your orgasm grow near. Riddler’s cock buried deeper inside you as you steadied your hips at his harsh impact, your moans harmonising with his grunts as they grew in volume.

The Riddler slung his hand under your chin and pulled you upwards, pressing the tip of your head to his chest and peering down into your eyes. You never broke eye contact with him as you begged him to fuck you, the race of his thrusts ending deeper inside of you as his pace grew needy.

“You feel so good deep inside of me,” You sighed out, your hands gripping his forearms.

The fullness of your heat made you feel drunk, and Edward felt his orgasm grow close at the sight of your face. One last thrust and let off his load deep inside you, his cock twitching around your tight entrance. The tip of his cock hit your sensitive spot and caused your legs to shiver and weaken. He wrapped his arms around you as you grew weak, pressing his panting and groaning lips onto your back as his broad frame towered over you.  

#the riddler #edward nashton #the riddler x reader #edward nashton x reader #dano!riddler smut #edward nashton smut #the batman #paul dano #danonation #creepling.brainrot #500

[bl00dgutsgl0ry]

Let Me Feel You For a While

Pairing - Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Warnings - 18+ NSFW SMUT DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR PLEASE!!! Breeding kink (im sorry), slight blood, marking/biting, accidental voyeurism? THIGH RIDING YES PLEASE, AND SHARP TEETH MAKE ME DROOL. Oh btw spoilers for the Farewell Archaic Lord I think? General spoiler warning for genshin.

Word Count - 1.7k.

 Other Comments - You guys have NO IDEA how much I love Zhongli oh my god I love him. I slept on him at first but ever since my eyes were opened I realized how wrong I was for that. Anyway enjoy!!

@sadpsychologist @barbqtos​

      Zhongli had money, he was just dumb and never brought it with him; too used to the routine of just making more Mora if he ever needed to buy anything while he was an Archon. This being said, that also meant he had one of the most elaborate bedrooms you’d ever laid eyes on. The room was filled with rich browns and shimmering golds, his bed sheets made from the finest silks. Archons never really slept, which meant the Zhongli had made this room as ethereal as possible just for you. 

     You were laying across the cold white gold sheets, hair clinging to your forehead from the sweat. Your fingers were dancing around your clit, rubbing harshly at times before dipping into your wet cunt and pumping them in and out roughly. You were so horny it was uncomfortable, and since you had gotten accustomed to your lover's large member, your fingers were doing much for you. You needed something better. You shakily stood from the bed, before kneeling down and pulling out the box and you guys only got into when the two of you were really in the mood. You quickly found what you were looking for, as it was the largest thing in the box. You pulled the dildo out of the box before quickly shoving the box back under your bed.

     Zhongli didn’t really like when you took matters into your own hands, as he wanted to always be the one thing that made you melt. He wanted to pleasure you in ways that you never would have imagined. At this point you were quickly pumping the dildo in and out of yourself, lost in the pleasure as you moaned out loudly. You weren’t worried about anyone hearing since you were alone in the house and Zhongli wasn’t going to be home for a while. You can imagine your shock and horror when you opened your eyes to see Zhongli standing in the doorway, dick already straining hard against the large man’s dress pants.

     “Ah you finally noticed my presence.” Your face was even redder when those words left his lips. How long had he been standing there watching you fuck yourself roughly with the large silicone tool. You let out a low whimper, beginning to pump the object in and out of yourself again, too worked up to be embarrassed. You heard Zhongli chuckle lightly before the loud sounds of his dress shoes against the hardwood floor could be heard. You felt Zhongli’s gloved hands halt your movements before brushing your hand away and pulling the dildo out, setting it aside for cleaning at a later time. Soft desperate whimpers falling from your mouth as your chest heaved up and down. Zhongli pressed soft kisses to your face, his gloved hands running up and down your naked body, brushing against your nipples causing you to jolt.

     “You’re so sensitive my dear.” Your hands were looking for purchase on any part of his body, finally landing on his strong biceps. You squeezed his arms hard, wiggling around and continuing to whimper.

     “Nothing feels as good as you Zhongli, please… please help me. Fill me Zhongli, stuff me.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, your lips swollen from chewing on them.

     “Well it looked like you were having a good time with the dildo sweetheart.” Warm embarrassment bloomed in your chest and you desperately tried to pull Zhongli down by his collar. Zhongli’s lips attacked your, passionately biting at yours, Zhongli’s sharp canines drawing blood before he swiped it away with a quick flick of his tongue.

     He continued this assault on your flesh as he went lower. He made sure to mark you anywhere that was visible, it made his pride swell when he saw you walking around Liyue trying and failing to cover up bitemarks and deep purple hickies. Zhongli pulled back to admire his work, before propping himself up on the edge of the bed. Strong arms manhandled you, forcing you to straddle his thigh. You blushed profusely when you realized what Zhongli wanted you to do.

     “But- but your pants Zhongli, I don’t want to ruin them…” A small smile and eyes filled with pure admiration poured into yours. He carded his fingers through your hair, pushing back any strays behind your ear in the process.

     “My dearest, you have always been so considerate, but for tonight don’t worry about anything, just do what comes natural to you. My clothes can be cleaned, and if not I will buy another pair.” Zhongli’s hands gripped your hips tightly, starting to move you back and forth on his thigh. You clit was ecstatic to finally be getting some friction, moans already being ripped from your throat. The ex archons dick was uncomfortably hard, outline clear as day from how hard it was straining against his slacks. Once you finally got yourself into a rhythm he let one of his hands fall from your hips, giving in and palming himself through the thick fabric.

     You moans began increasing in volume and frequency as you got closer and closer to the edge. You gripped onto Zhongli’s broad shoulders, your body quickly becoming tired. The man in front of you noticed this, letting his hand return to your hip as he helped steady your rhythm once again. Tears were threatening to fall from how good you felt, everything starting to become light and fuzzy as you continued to get closer to your climax.

     With a couple more rough thrust against his leg, the coil deep in your gut snapped, sending waves of please surging through your body. Your back arched hard before slumping into Zhongli’s chest. He kept your hips moving, letting your ride out your orgasm on his now soiled pants.

     “My love, do you still want me to fill you up?” Zhongli’s voice brought you back to reality, where you realized how hard he was. The thought of Zhongli filling you to the brim reignited the fire that was just extinguished in you. You nodded reverently before rolling off his thigh and onto your back, presenting yourself to him. A low groan sounded from Zhongli’s throat as you spread your leg wide, the site of you littered with markings making his brain go fuzzy; his only focus now on making you both feel good. You’ve never seen Zhongli rip off his close at such a speed before, until he was stark naked and crawling on top of you; caging your head with his arms.

      Once again Zhongli began to attack your neck, except not as rough, not wanting to cause more pain than pleasure. Without warning, he slammed his dick into you, since you had already worked yourself open for him. Despite this, your walls still clung tightly to him, his large cock dragging deliciously against your walls as he hit all the right places. Both of your were on cloud nine, as he ruthlessly pounded into your.

     Normally when the two of you had sex, right before Zhongli came he would pull out and cum onto your stomach which he of course would clean up later. Not for any particular reason as to why since you were on birth control, it had just become a habit. This time however you wanted to do things a little different. You were getting close, and you could tell he was as well, as his breathing became more uneven and more low pitched noises started coming from him. Your walls fluttered around his cock, causing him to shutter and let out a low grunt. Before it was too late, you tightly wrapped your arms around the ex Archons next, and pulled him down closer so your lips were mere centimeters away from his ear.

     “Cum in me Zhongli, stuff me with your cum. I want every drop of it please I wanna feel you inside me even after you pull out. Archons please please Zhongli let me feel you cum. Breed me.” Zhongli’s eyes widened, those words causing something to snap in him as he was hit with another wave of pleasure, his thrust still maintaining their power but becoming more erratic. You could feel Zhongli’s calloused fingers rubbing quickly against your clit, sending new waves of pleasure through you. The moans coming from the two of you were matched perfectly, as the two of you got closer and closer. With a couple of final thrusts, Zhongli sheathed himself in you as deep as he could go, cumming shooting deep into you. The feeling of his cum filling you up is what sent you over the edge, cumming for the second time; your mouth falling open to form a silent scream. You could feel Zhongli beginning to ooze out of you as he pulled out, which made you shiver.

     “Let’s get you cleaned up shall we darling?” Zhongli was still a little out of breath as he stood from his position on top of you, holding his hand out to you. You grabbed a hold of him, before catching him off guard and pulling him back down.

     “Let me stay full for a little while longer.” Sleep was slowly starting to take over, as your eyelids couldn’t stay open. Your words went straight to Zhongli’s dick, but that was an issue he would take care of himself. For right now, he just pulled you into his chest, allowing you to drift off into blissful slumber.

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[sukirichi]

true gift

A god like Naoya is about to see how his little mortal is hiding a true gift.

REQUEST.  deity au + virgin sacrifice for naoya + reader with worship kink

CONTENT/WARNINGS. virginity loss, naoya isn’t nice, mentions of blood,  murder, abduction, praise kink, slight degradation, fingering, overstimulation, slight breeding kink, creampie, orgasm denial, mentions of slavery, face fucking, reader is willingly consenting to pain, reader is a masochist, naoya is a sadist 

NOTES. ah...it feels so natural to write naoya...also can someone send me some good erotic hentai panels, yay <3

Today is the day – the one you’ve been prepared for ever since you’ve forced to make acquaintance with the blinding darkness and smell of rust.

What time is it? Is it morning, night...maybe somewhere in the middle?

There’s no telling, not when you’ve been staring at the pitch black darkness for what seems like forever. It’s been too long, so long, that you’ve forgotten what the world looks like. It’s like one day you’re helping your family tend to the farms when rough hands grabbed at you, and you’re shoved in a cold, dark cellar before you could even say good bye.

Oddly enough, the servants – or at least that’s what you assume they are, since they’ve been nothing but tight lipped and inherently obedient to a faceless figure – have taken extreme care of you.

Twice a day, they’d open the cellar, the sound of keys rustling and nearly muted footsteps like music into your ears. The slight sliver of light passing through from the outside is immediately concealed within a split second, a black smooth material wrapped around your eyes before they strip you off. Normally, you’d complain and fight back, but you’ve lost all the will to even defend yourself at this point.

You’ve given up a long time ago, and life’s been a lot more tolerable ever since.

Today isn’t any different. Maybe it was hours ago, two servants had came in to wash away the grime and dirt from your body before you felt something combing through your hair. Then, you felt it. A smooth, cold blade running up and down every inch of your body, rendering you immobile in fear even breathing could cut you open.

It didn’t. If anything, you felt a lot smoother, lighter, and freer.

“Is she bare?” an old, croaky feminine voice echoed in the small room, equally wrinkled hands removing the strap of your bra off before she lathers a rose-scented cream all over your body. “Naoya-sama prefers his slaves hair-free, you know that. Not even stubble is allowed, do you understand? Keep shaving her until she’s spotless.”

Naoya-sama.

So that’s where you were. It all made sense now.

For as long as you could remember, that name’s been spoken with terror, the slight tremble of voices and darkened eyes pooled with fear never absent in the presence of his name. You’ve never seen him, but you know enough to understand that he’s a prominent figure especially in your little village. He’s not human, but he’s not exactly a god either – at least, not one that people would willingly worship.

You’ve heard telltales on how his beauty alone had women dropping to their feet, the malice in those eyes of his enough to make even the strongest warriors stick to his side in fear of what he’s capable of.

He’s as old as time and as strong as the steady flow of the river you and your people have always bathed in. It doesn’t make sense that someone as fearsome as he was is living at the mountains where nothing but quiet, peaceful people rejoiced, but the more you think about it, of course he’d prefer his people submissive, heads always ducked in fear and shaking in terror.

This whole time, you thought you’d been sold off to a neighbouring clan head because your clan didn’t have enough funds to pay for the latest trade.

In a way, you’d feel a lot luckier if the former had happened instead, because there’s really no proper way of making sound of the fact you’re sacrificed to your own deity, Naoya Zen’in, after not completing your offerings to him for ten whole moons.

It’s bad, horribly so, and you should be shaking, should be crying, should be wishing for death instead, so then why are you deferential? You don’t complain when two rough hands pull you from the ground and keep your arms tight in shackles at your lower back, vision still obscured by this cloth as you’re guided somewhere – someplace that all the sacrificed women for your deity are received.

Your feet are sloppy and smacking against the hardwood floor, heart pulsing in your tongue for all the wrong reasons. Faintly, you can smell a rose-scented candle and water splashing, but it doesn’t register until you’re immersed under it.

You gasp, hair flattening onto your skin while you look around blindly, struggling to clutch onto something as your feet keep slipping into the tub.

You’ve never been into a tub before; much less recognize the soft, paper-like objects floating into the water with you. Head swaying side to side until water is sprayed everywhere, a firm hand keeps your head in place just as a pumice stone is scrubbed into your skin. It’s not painful, but the rough scraping sensation feels sensitive from your skin that hasn’t been exposed to normal, breathing air for who knows how long.

“Stop moving,” that same elderly voice commanded, and her assistants, most likely, move quickly into extending your limbs until you’re sprawled out everywhere. “We are to make you perfect, presentable, lavishing in front of our deity himself.”

“B-but —”

“You have no right to speak!” You’re left stunned as your cheek bruises red, lips wet from the water as you pant. The sting on your skin becomes more pronounced, but you dare not speak, opting to keep your lips shut instead. The elderly woman takes notice of your behaviour, humming before she makes you stand up, that same blade swiping down your exposed regions. “You learn fast and submit well. I think we have a worthy sacrifice for tonight.”

“She is gorgeous too, my Lady.”

“She should be,” comes a retort, your jaw clenched as you keep still. She forces your legs further apart until you’re embarrassingly exposed, the rose petals in the water sticking into some corners of your skin. “If she was not, she’d be dead already. It’s her pretty face that’s keeping her alive at this point.”

Everything is a blur after that.

One moment, they’re shaving you, the next you’re thrown from one body to another. They perform all sorts of things – towel drying your hair, exfoliating your skin, plucking your eyebrows to perfection before applying a shimmer to your cheeks and something sticky and glossy to your lips, then finally you feel the warmth of silk robes you could never afford even if you work yourself to death caressing your body.

After that, you’re locked inside a much bigger room, the blindfold falling off your face slowly.

You blink in surprise.

The room isn’t that dark, but dim enough, and your heart beats louder in your chest when you see the size of the room. It’s ten times bigger than your village meeting point, a large tatami bed sat in the middle. From one side, a window is open, allowing you to see the white illumination of the moonlight that looks hauntingly romantic.

Candles are lit on either sides of the room, and your gaze lands on odd whip-like weapons placed proudly on the walls.

Your legs are wobbly as you stand, life just coming back into your unused muscles. Making your way towards it, you reach out to touch this...weapon that’s still somewhat coated with the stench of blood. It’s immaculately clean and the leather is shiny, though it’s clear this has been used for far more gruesome situations before.

I think we have a worthy sacrifice for tonight.

You recoil your hand that’s a breath away from coming into contact with it, terror plaguing deep into your bones as you take a step back.

You’re a sacrifice, an offering, sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice – you’re brought here to die, and your god would kill you himself. Others may have considered it an honour to have died from the mercy of his hands, your oh-so divine lord who’s brought prosperity and wealth into your land, but you turn away, breathing hard as you make a break for the door.

But you never made it.

Your back lands into someone’s chest, a slight gasp falling from your lips before you’re pummelled into the ground, strong hands pinning your arms above your head. Eyes widening, you come face to face with your deity, his fox-eyes lined with dark kohl sharpening his already predatory features, ears pierced with tiny skulls and black dots.

His knee nudges your leg open and you groan, the sound making his eyes dart at you in warning before he smirks upon seeing you make no move to get away from him.

“As I’ve heard,” his deep voice cuts through the eerie silence of the room, the night so mute not even birds or insects cricketed at the presence of your deity’s need to have you for himself. “You are a compliant little lamb sent to the slaughter,” you shiver as his fingers run to caress the side of your face, his free hand undoing the knots that keeps your modesty. Naoya hums deep in his throat when the cloth falls to the sides, revealing perky nipples that pushed closer and closer to his awaiting lips at each heavy breath you took.

“You are stunning,” he praises, using a thumb to graze over the hardened bud. It’s barely a touch, but you’re sensitive, wholly new to this that you whimper. The sound is humiliating and utterly pathetic, your teeth coming down to capture your lips.

This displeases him entirely and Naoya taps your lips open, glaring at your wide, fearful yet aroused gaze. “You do not ever conceal such shameful sounds when I’m above you, do you understand?” You nod shakily, freeing your lip from its confines. Naoya snickers, chest puffing up with pleasure before he leans back to his calves, pushing the rest of your robe to the side until you’re completely exposed to him.

Your breathing grows more laboured when Naoya spreads your legs open, smirking as you whimper at the stretch of having your knees flattened by your sides. Legs placed on top of his knees, your elevated posture gives him more access to your bare pussy, his gaze zeroing in on the gleaming arousal that’s beginning to form on your lips.

“So fucking wet,” he comments, using both his thumbs to pry your pussy apart. You moan at the sensation of him pressing down on a part of you that you don’t know existed, and Naoya laughs, the sound sinister yet erotic. “You’re a virgin.”

It’s not a question – it’s a statement he takes pride in, especially because he knows he’s the chosen one to take something precious away from you.

“I’ve always loved virgins,” Naoya’s hands roam all across your body, slowly, sensually, passionately, the rough, calloused hands running under your legs to hitch them up behind his broad back, to cup your soft ass before he cups your pussy, groaning into your neck when he feels you leak and he’s barely touching you to begin with. It makes his ego swell when your hands wrap around his neck; he hates being touched by mere, lowly mortals like you, but you are undeniably gorgeous and so wanting of him that he allows you just this once. “Always so sensitive – do you want to be good for your deity? Hm?”

“Y-yes!” you cry out, eyes snapping shut when he suddenly inserts a finger in.

The feeling is foreign yet not totally unwelcomed, but you grimace anyway at the slight sting his digits bring. Naoya pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy to coax your arousal to drip further into the sheets like a waterfall, your nails digging into his robes while he watches you with a smirk. He laughs when your eyes widen at the second finger pushing in, thumb rubbing over your clit until your legs tremble around him.

“Virgins are always so gorgeous once they finally learn of pleasure,” he scoffs to himself.

You look at him straight in the eye, mouth falling open while small gasps fall through at the speed he’s pushing into you at.

Something begins to form in your lower bally until your body grows utterly warm, something...something close about to snap when he pulls his fingers out of you, throwing his head back in laughter when you cry for the first time that night.

Naoya stares at the way your gaze darts from his cum-soaked fingers back to your drenched core, brows raised cockily before he stands up, his figure looming over you. “What? Got something to say?” you only whimper in response, closing your legs as you try to provide answers to the brooding confusion punching at the back of your skull.

The sound of faint rustling brings you back to life, your eyes snapping to witness your god undressing himself, the robes falling from his shoulders too wonderfully that the mere sight of him has you clenching around nothing.

Fat cock standing tall and proud, tip red and glistening with pre-cum and a body carved by fellow gods himself, the rumours were right.

He is beautiful, and it’s no lie that his slaves aren’t really slaves to begin with, not when all of them have been so eager to please him, just to have a taste of this divine being that stands before you. Naoya easily reads your face; from the slightly parted lips, thighs rubbing together and hands looming dangerously to your core – you look so needy it’s actually fucking pathetic.

He’s slow in his movements, languid and taking his time because he’s got time and more in this world that he never cares about wasting something he has a plethora of.

Naoya makes himself at home above you again, basking in the way you’re struggling to breathe even without his hands on you. It doesn’t take long before he pushes two of his fingers inside your mouth, clenching his jaw when you open your mouth submissively, innocent eyes blinking up at him as you take your juices into your mouth.

You’re a natural at this, he observes, tongue expertly swirling around his digits until you’ve licked it clean. Naoya pats your cheek affectionately, his own way of applauding you for your work.

Under him, you grow shy and abashed, arms covering your bare breasts because he’s a god, why should he be pleased with you?

Naoya doesn’t give you enough time to think before he’s hauling you upwards, your shoulders shoved back onto the ground. You kneel below him in prayer and he tugs at your hair, forcing you to look at him, or rather his cock that’s slipping past your lips. You gag when he pushes his length all the way inside, the tip of it hitting the back of your throat.

Naoya sighs at finally being taken in – you should be grateful he even fingered you – his hands guiding your head to bob up and down him.

You do well at pleasing him even through the tears, clutching at his thighs while you suck in his length and swirl your tongue around the prominent veins. Naoya watches with hooded eyes as your cheeks hollow just to take his whole length in – and again, you’re a natural – so eager to please him too when you keep pushing and pushing, his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat.

His muscles ripple above you while he lets out a long, drawn out groan, nails scratching your scalp. You feel him twitch inside you and that’s when he takes over, snapping his hips ruthlessly until you’re left gagging and sucking his cock helplessly.

Your saliva is dribbling at the edges of your mouth, looking so fucked out and whore-like while he pushes himself to the edge. He doesn’t care that you’re choking and your eyes are zooming out of focus from not being able to breathe. He doesn’t care that you could die from asphyxiation, he doesn’t care because you’re his sacrifice – if you can’t even do this simple thing, then how else could you prove you’re worthy to live?

You know this too because you force yourself to breathe through your nose instead, wanting to show that you are worthy, that you can please and take him however he pleases you to.

Naoya isn’t stupid, he can see what you’re doing and can read your mind even in his lust-driven state. Nothing edges him more than a good, submissive whore. Now that he knows you’re willing to do anything without complaints, Naoya pulls his cock out just seconds away from orgasm, pushing you back into the mat with a grunt.

“You’re so fucking good for me,” he hisses and pushes both your legs to the side, your body bent and pussy left open for him.

Naoya groans as he slides himself inside you. You’re wet enough that he slides in easily, but your virgin cunt is still too tight and new to this that you scream around him, subconsciously clenching around him harder.

“You’d do anything for me, yeah?” he challenges, cupping your face while he rams into you hard, uncaring that your walls are beyond abused and a ring of blood is already coating his cock. This isn’t the first time he’s taken someone’s purity, but this is the first time he’s had someone look gratified that he’s hurting them, fuelling him to fuck harder into you despite the steady stream of tears down your face. “Look at you – so obedient,” he pinches your nipples and rolls them between fingers, growling at the way your pained moan sounds more like an encouragement for him to go harder. “You want to please me so bad you don’t care I’m hurting you? Are you so eager to worship me that you won’t even stop me?”

“N-no, my lord,” you manage through the pain, regulating your breathing as you completely break down in tears. Naoya is hitting a spot deep inside you that makes your insides feel like they’re about to burst, and he takes note of this, pinching your clit just to get you to clamp down on him. “Please – use me however you want – please.”

Naoya smirks, pressing your knees flat on the ground before he hovers above you, forearms planted beside your head. At any other given moment, he prefers to fuck his sacrifices with their face planted on the ground because he can’t bear to see how disgusting they are, but you – you’re so damn beautiful it puts his fellow gods to shame.

Now yours is a face he’d like to keep looking at, so he roughly grabs your cheeks and squeezes them with his fingers, kissing your puckered lips and nipping at them.

You taste heavenly too; his servants did a good job of choosing honey as a gloss. Naoya greedily licks your lips until he’s shoving his tongue inside your mouth the same way his dick is ramming inside your walls, tight, puffy lips wrapped happily around his base.

You’re moaning inside his mouth as he squeezes your breast painfully. Never in your whole life have you thought that pain would feel so good, enticing you to moan louder when the sting finally subsides, replaced with the mind-numbing sensation of his thick length rubbing against every ridge of your walls. Naoya pulls his face away from you, his cum and your saliva sticky on your face and he chuckles, the sound stuttered and breathy, brows drawn together.

He looks down to watch the way you accommodate him; this is by far the tightest and wettest cunt he’s ever fucked – ever will fuck – that he doesn’t think he’ll be satisfied with any random whore’s pussy anymore.

Naoya frowns as anger bubbles up inside him, hatred making his cock swell inside you because how dare you make him wish he won’t take anyone again.

He wants more – want to kill more people, want to fuck more virgins, want to have more blood showering his skin until he’s bathed in glory and gore, but even though you’re the one he’s destroying, he’s slipping on the edge, too lost and hypnotized at the way your tight walls suck him in. Your moans don’t help either; they’re breathy and whiny, so defeated yet so eager to have more that Naoya grips your hips tight enough he might’ve cracked a femur from his godly strength.

Your scream this time is that of pain and loss, grappling on the sheets while white bursts through your eyes. Your orgasm comes crashing down on you overwhelmingly and you fall limp to the sheets, your translucent cum soaking his cock along with the previous blood, but Naoya doesn’t stop.

He keeps slamming into you until you’re mute from oversensitivity, hands cold with sweat and eyes empty while he uses you as his own fuck toy.

He gets there eventually, the room painted with his groans followed by a feral snarl, the rhythm of his thrusts turning sloppy and unbalanced. Naoya stills inside you after burying himself to the hilt, his crotch angrily rubbing at your pelvic bone as he cums. You whimper at the feeling of his warm seed spilling inside you in thick spurts. Naoya pulls out with a slight wince, scoffing at the mess you’ve made on his precious dick, but he’s forced to soften a little when he sees both your cum spilling out your hole in a messy puddle, the liquid coating your ass.

Meek as always, you don’t move a muscle when Naoya spreads your legs open, inching his face close enough to watch the way your pussy stutters and legs tremble in front of him.

You’re absolutely ruined – the puffy lips spread out and hole still pushing out the remnants of his cum. He doesn’t bother pushing them back in, uncaring if he’ll get you pregnant or not because it’s not like matters to him. You are nothing but another body to fuck and dispose of under the river once he’s satisfied with you, but he surprises both you and him when Naoya suddenly pushes two fingers inside of you, his eyes dark as he insists on keeping his seed right where they should be nurtured.

Now that he’s sure that will make your belly grow and provide him with a half-mortal heir, Naoya retrieves his robes and walks out the room, the slamming of the door shut similar to an impending doom of an imminent death.

But not yours.

You’ve fulfilled your duty as the death curse bearer of your clan; the greatest and most formidable weapon they’ve been carving to perfection the moment you’re born. The cracks in your bones and bruises on your body immediately heal as you turn to your side, chanting under your breath a hushed whisper of the words of your ancestors who’ve perfectly planned the death of the Zen’in God who’s made his people suffer for thousands of years.

They would be proud of you.

And as a body crashes outside the door followed by the frantic screams of his confused servants, you smile to yourself, falling into a deep sleep upon using your true gift.

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[hqcult]

EYELINER ## suna rintarou

trying to apply his eyeliner would've been easy if only rintarou can keep his hands to himself.

. tw smut, dom suna, established relationship, fingering, oral f receiving, edging, dirty talk, slight exhibitionism, mind break, unprotected sex, pwp . wc 4k

"ugh, he's gonna do it again." you mutter, eyeing suna's hand as it skims around your vanity desk for his favorite brand of eyeliner. for some reason everybody naturally finds themself drawn to suna rintarou, even if he was always so stoic and detached. 

you hate how girls would flock around him in parties as they stare at his kohl-lined eyes or at the painted black nail polish whenever you disappear to get a drink, knowing full well what kind of thoughts are running in their heads because you, for sure, thought of him the same way. alright. we get it. your boyfriend can be a hot mofo if he wants to be and his idgaf attitude just adds to the whole appeal.

we get it.

because you love him more than the stars in the galaxy combined, sometimes you can't help but feel jealous when people get too close to him. you really didn't want to be that type of girlfriend but sometimes you just like the assurance that he's all yours and nothing's wrong about that, right? plus, suna seems to exceptionally love when he gets you jealous and feral. he may always pretend otherwise but he loves staking his claim on you just as much as you liked being claimed by him. 

"are you done yet?" you say, staring at him from your bedroom door frame. 

atsumu was throwing a party tonight and you were all dressed up and ready to go, just patiently waiting for your boyfriend. 

suna replies a beat later, not bothering to meet your eyes. "just a minute."

you just want his attention all on you. you don't even want to go to this stupid party and see all these people shamelessly flirting with him even if you were right there by his side. you just want to have some alone time with suna rintarou. 

and you may or may not have just come up with an idea to make that happen.

"where's the eyeliner? the one i always use?"

"it's not there? i know i left it there. wait, let me look." 

you straighten up, walking towards him in your red leather mini skirt that can make any man's eyes sliver down to your ass. 

suna is sitting on your swivel chair, leaning back in a man spread as he clicks his tongue impatiently. he looks good even in a plain shirt and a pair of ripped jeans, his athletic and tall build enough to make any outfit look good.

"are you sure it's not in the drawers?"

"yes, i already checked."

you pout, making a show of muttering "i swore i threw it in here," under your breath as you maneuver around his spread legs to stand in between them, bending forward as you rummage around where he's already looked twice. 

you know he's staring at your ass. suna was never lowkey with how much he loves you in this leather mini-skirt. it's a miracle he hasn't landed a rough spank yet after getting a face full view of your ass. 

"wait a minute, maybe it rolled under my vanity."

so you get down on your knees, making sure your butt grazes the front of his jeans and just like you predicted, suna was half-hard already. 

it was truly such a stroke to your ego but you focus on the task at hand. 

you arched your ass up as you bend down to look for the little tube of eyeliner, slightly shaking it side to side as you "struggle" to get the eyeliner out from underneath the table. 

when your hands feel the cylindrical plastic, you retreat, sitting up straight again and proudly showing your boyfriend the eyeliner in your hands. 

you made sure your eyes were as huge and innocent as they look, kneeling in between his legs, shins tucked in and hands in your lap like a good girl. 

"i found it!"

you could've sworn you've seen his left eye twitch as he stared you down. you've been with him long enough to notice that look in his eyes. what are you playing at, huh?

you wait for him to speak but you can see all the gears turning in his head as he continues to stare at you. 

you wait anxiously for what he's going to do next. maybe he'll make you suck him off, or he'll throw you on the bed, or spank your ass because you were clearly teasing him—

"why don't you put my eyeliner on for me?"

you stand up, opening the tube in as he shuts his eyes. you try not to let your disappointment show too much. fine. maybe you can just have a quickie later while drunk in one of the rooms in the frat house. 

"why are you standing? come sit on my lap while you're doing it."

you were too busy removing the excess product off the brush to notice his eyes had taken a dark turn, contradicting the gentleness of his warm hands as it snakes around the back of your bare thighs pulling you closer. 

"no, i'll mess this—"

"i said sit."

delicious shivers create goosebumps on your skin. 

you know that tone. he only uses it when he's horny and he wants to bend you over. so maybe your game plan did work after all, yet you're staring at him dumbfounded with the eyeliner brush in midair. 

"come sit. i won't repeat myself." he leans back against the chair, manspreading as he waits for you. 

you scramble to straddle his strong thighs, muscles a manifestation of his hard work and dedication to volleyball. it was great to see him in action on the court but you'd rather he flexed those muscles when you ride his thighs. 

you cup his face, getting all up in his personal space to apply the eyeliner. 

you've long grown out of the honeymoon phase but why is your heart beating so damn fast right now?

your hands were shaking, perspiration was building up in your forehead, and you were holding your breath.

"are you nervous?"

"shut up, rin. 'm not."

when the brush first touches the lid of his eyes, a nimble finger traces the expanse of your whole slit over your panties. 

you pull the brush away, hissing in surprise. 

"rintarou—!"

"what?"

his sharp tone isn't what shut you up, it was the hand cupping your sex. the heel of his wrist slowly grazing against your sensitive clit. you drew a sharp breath. he smirks. 

"go on. continue, doll."

you want to hate the teasing lilt in his voice but you know deep down you love it.

you held your breath, diving in once again to the task at hand whilst trying to ready yourself from his ministrations. 

your hand slightly shakes as you start in the middle of his waterline, slowly tracing the bottom part of his eyes before making a small wing at the end. 

you've seen him apply his own eyeliner so much you have this down to an art form. everything would've been easy if only he kept his hands to himself. you try to ignore the digit still feathering over your slit or the hand wrapping around you to bunch your skirt up around the waist. 

for someone whose eyes are closed he's doing a damn good job navigating. but maybe that's how he shows you're his. he knows your body like the back of his hand, he knows what makes you tick, what makes you pant, what makes you moan in ecstasy. 

"i can never resist when you dress up all pretty for me. you know that, right, doll?"

applying the eyeliner to his waterline had been fairly easy. the lash line, on the other hand, proved difficult. especially when suna's upgraded from tracing your pussy lips to dangerously toying with the elastics of your panties, slipping his finger under before stretching it to slap your skin. 

as you try to connect the upper part of the eyeliner to the small wing you made from his waterline, you hissed. 

"why don’t you pull them down?"

he chuckles at your impatience and you slightly pull the brush away as he finally shoves the fabric down. you gasp when the cold hits your wet cunt. the scent of your essence unmistakable and you know suna's holding back from teasing. 

"as you wish, baby."

as suna grows bolder, the more your hands shook as you worked on his other eye. 

just as the tip of the brush touched his left eye's waterline, he pushed two fingers inside of you, dragging them against your walls in a lazy manner that was so distinctly him. he curls his fingers when he fucks it in before dragging them against your walls when he pulls it out, slightly scissoring you. he uses his other hand to draw figure 8’s against your clit. 

you swallow, trying your best to keep your hand still as a surgeon but you see the jagged little curves where your jolts of pleasure were too strong. 

you never should've provoked him to shove your underthings down, at least then you wouldn't have to suffer through his fingers. they were just so long, so thick, and so experienced when it comes to pleasuring you that you can never touch yourself anymore without craving suna's own fingers instead. 

you bit your lip, the hand that was cupping his jaw tightening as you try to fix the little mistakes here and there, hoping suna won't see them when he inspects your work in the mirror. it doesn't matter that he purposely set you up to fail. there'll be consequences if he isn't satisfied with what you did. may god have mercy on your horny little soul if rintarou thinks you were a bad girl. 

"you just hate losing, don't you?" you hiss, jolting when you feel him slap your cunt. your knees nearly buckled and you almost fell off the chair if not for his sturdy hand on the small of your back. 

"what are you talking about? i'm just fingering my girl like a winner."

just as you started outlining his left lash line, suna shoves a 3rd finger into your sopping cunt. loud squelching noises fill the room as your walls pulsate around his thick digits. the metal rings he wore brushing against your pussy lips as he fucks you knuckle-deep with three fingers. involuntarily, your own hips started moving to match his pace, shamelessly thrusting up everytime he shoves his fingers in.

he knows you so well. he doesn't even need to look at your face, he can feel you out by the noises you make. so good. so good. his fingers feel so good. fuck. fuck. fuck.

until he pulls them out of your sopping pussy. 

"rin," you whine, folding into his shoulder as you struggle to balance your kneeling self on the chair. you blindly reach down for his hand, urging him to put his fingers back in. "rin, please don't stop. please please please—”

"i told you to put my eyeliner, not fuck yourself on my fingers," he leans back on the chair, eyes still shut close while licking his digits clean. 

your lips press into a thin line, eyes dilated as a whine starts to threaten to pass your lips. you're sick of whatever game this is, you just want him to fuck you silly already! but as if sensing your thoughts, suna clicks his tongue and speaks. "hurry it up. we have a party to get to."

without his fingers to plug your cunny, your slick runs down the insides of your thighs. it's slow descent against your skin making goosebumps run up your arms, shivering as the cold hits your bare cunt. 

suna must've known your anguish, he could feel his jeans getting soaked but he didn't care and you wish to punch that smug smirk off his pretty face. 

your fingers stilled when you cupped his cheeks and leaned in to start applying a thin stroke of eyeliner to his water line. with a simple flick of the wrist you ended it with a little wing, just like how your boyfriend likes it. now, you just have to do his lash line and—

you let out an audible gasp when his fingers started feeling around your thighs, having an inkling idea of what he's tryna look for. true to what you expected, he traces the line of your dripping slick up your inner thighs until his fingers graze your nether lips, successfully collecting your essence. 

you stare entranced when suna brings them up to his lips, eyebrows furrowed and almost moaning aloud because of your taste. the fact that his eyes are closed made you want him even more. his fingers pop out of his mouth, but you get the feeling it wasn't enough. he wants more. suna wants you under his mercy. he wants to taste and ruin you until you're fucked out and lying in a pretty mess on the bed sheets. 

"so fucking sweet, my baby. you're this desperate for me? for my fingers?"

you snapped. you threw the makeup elsewhere in the room (though not before screwing it shut) before diving down to kiss him on the lips. all lust-filled and rough as you both channel the desires you have for each other. maybe suna was at his tipping point too, noting that he doesn't even bother to push you away. 

with his strong arms he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his torso, never breaking the kiss before literally throwing you down on the bed, knocking the air out your lungs. 

"rin!"

"whoops."

he's kneeling before the bed, the sheets ruffling when he pulls you to the edge by your calves, hot breath against your sex making you squirm. 

"my pretty thing," the kitten lick against your pussy drove you crazy, desperately bucking your hips up and suna chuckles condescendingly. "but such a bad fuckin' girl, aren't ya?"

you yelp when he slaps the side of your thigh. 

"who said you could kiss me?"

he pinches your clit hard as he enters your line of sight. suna has never seen you this pretty and desperate for him before. sweat making your skin glow, lips raw from your biting, eyes conveying your every lust-filled thought about him. the sight of you so riled up makes his dick ache and he wants so badly to fuck you already but bad girls don't get what they want just yet. you have to earn it. 

"i asked you a question. who the fuck told you that you could fucking kiss me?" the acid in his voice contrasts the gentle way he caresses the spot on your thigh where he had hit you. 

"no one."

you sob in pleasure when his hot tongue licks a stripe up your pussy before suckling on your clit. once. twice. sucking particularly hard on the third. before running his tongue swiftly over the bundle of nerves and kitten licking his way down your pussy lips. your thighs were shaking so hard he had to pin them down. he knows it's a sign that you're close, not that he's surprised, he's been stimulating your body for minutes now it was amazing you haven't cummed yet. 

but then he stops.

a thread of your slick dribbling down his chin as those cat eyes of his stare you down. he watches, enchanted by how your chest rises and falls. another sweet release he snatched away from you.

"i thought so. what does that make you?"

amazing how he manages to sound so normal, conversational even while he's literally edging you like there's no tomorrow. what do you expect? it's his favorite punishment. he gets to see you sob and beg for him like there's nothing in your mind but his cock and he loves it so much. loves seeing you bend and break for him to please. 

you sniffle, arm coming up to hide the frustrated tears in your eyes. "been… been a bad girl."

a hand slaps your thighs, brutal. eyes on rintarou when answering his questions. your eyes shoot up. 

"and who's bad girl have you been?"

"yours."

this time he reaches forward to tweak your pebbled nipples. the sudden cold of the pads of his fingers making you gasp and spasm. your boyfriend straddles you and you shiver at the head of his glistening cock leaving trails on top of your thighs. but he doesn't make another move. when you sneakily try wiggling your hips for your sex to graze his dick, he slapped your thigh without holding back. you doubt it won't start leaving a handprint. you wait with bated breath when he grabs hold of his cock, the head angry and dripping, the only proof of his also growing desire for you. 

when he directs the head for it to graze your nether lips, you almost cried another fresh batch of tears. his hand quickly brushes up to wipe it away, though not before feeling his dick twitch. you know how much he loves seeing you cry from the overwhelming pleasure he can give you. 

"last time i checked, my name isn't yours. didn't i tell you to answer in full sentences when i'm fucki—"

"suna! suna rintarou! i've been sun-suna rintarou's bad girl!"

suna ducks to mark your neck and torso. he feels the goosebumps forming on your body. the heat enveloping the two of you as you both quickly shed any remaining pieces of clothing. he kisses you. sloppy. nothing but teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance as he cradles your face with his big hands, feeling the mushroom head of his cock grazing your thighs.

usually he'd appreciate you not cutting him off mid-sentence but he too has reached his own limits and right now all he can think about is drilling you to the mattress. "rin, please!" you sob, arms wrapping around his neck as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

"shh. yes, doll. i hear ya." 

you were dripping wet enough that all it took is one deep thrust for him to bottom-out. usually you're quite hesitant when rintarou's rawing you but at this point right now, you doubt fucking with a condom would've felt this good. no thin plastic whatsoever that's separating you from him. when he starts to move, you both moan in ecstasy. the bed creaking under the weight of you both as he pistons his dick inside. "you feel so good, doll. so fucking wet and tight. look how wet you are. dripping for my cock, huh? this all for me? answer me!"

you hardly register his voice, the pleasure you've been craving since minutes ago now being crashed down upon you. it's overwhelming and you don't want it any other way. 

"yes," you pant. the tears still leaking from your eyes as you claw at his biceps. "yes. all-all for you, r-rin! just for you!"

he stubbornly keeps hitting the spot that'll make you keen and whine, suna forcing your hips down and sitting up with his palms at the sides of your head. he wants to see you come undone, he'd love to grab his phone and make this memory permanent but he doubts his camera can capture the real deal. your moans and pleas reaching his ears, spurring him on, the beautiful way your back arches of the mattress, the way you physically shook in pleasure and you screamed and worshipped his name.

"rin! oh my god, rin! fuck. 'm close," your voice breaks, hiccuping from the onslaught of tears you can't hold back as blinding pleasure grips you in a tight vice.

suna comes down to snake his arms around you, pulling you infinitely closer as one of his hands supports your lower back, manually moving your hips to match his frantic thrusts. "why you crying? bad girls should be tough, right? aren't—shit—aren't you a bad girl? hmm? bad girls like you shouldn't be crying."

you shake your head, looking pretty and desperate as you meet his eyes. "no, i'm not a bad—"

"yes. you are," you groan, his thrusts particularly hard to shut you up and make a point. "you're a very, very bad girl. you don't listen to me at all. bad girls don't even deserve to cum."

"no! no! rin, please!" you say, a blubbering mess as you bury your forehead into his neck, licking and suckling at his skin to get in his good side. "i'll be good. i promise! please, let me cum. rin! please, i'll be good. i'll be good! only your good—ah."

"you fucking bet you're my good girl," he hissed, biting your shoulder before moaning, pitched and wanton as it threatens to snap the stretched cord inside of you. but not yet. you can't. not unless he says so. "it's me that's making you feel this good. this is my pussy. my plaything. repeat what i said—doll! repeat what i said."

you cried, screaming in frustration as his cock stills inside of you and you know he won't move until you oblige. "this is…" you hiccup. "rin-rintarou's pu-pussy. i'm rintarou's play-plaything."

"what was that?" he asks, hips starting to rut against you again in full force. the headboard violently hitting the walls. when your hands scramble to cling onto something, you accidentally shove something off the bed but you couldn't care less. "louder, doll. i want the whole fucking neighborhood to hear you."

"this is rintarou's pussy. i'm rintarou's plaything." you say in your normal speaking voice, albeit shaky and almost incomprehensible as he holds you firm against him, his cock embedding it's shape and size into your sopping walls.

"louder!"

he hoists you up into a sitting position, his hips fucking up towards you and you only realize he did it when you see the window situated meters behind you two. curtains-drawn, open for the night breeze to billow in. he wasn't kidding. suna rintarou wants the neighbors to hear how good you're getting rawed. he wasn't kidding. he was not kidding.

"go on," he whispers, breathy and teasing. "you'll do it. you're a good girl for me arentcha?"

fuck. "this is rintarou's pussy! i'm rintarou's plaything!"

he licks a stripe up your neck, hands coming around your neck as he whispers into your ear the words you've been dying to hear. "cum, baby."

and your orgasm surges through your whole body in violent jolts, thick ropes of cum squirting out your pussy as you distantly hear him groaning, your walls tightening and sucking him in with every aggressive thrust. rintarou quickly finishes after you, teeth embedding themselves into your shoulder as he groans. you knew bruises will form and you're going to be sore as a bitch but you don't fucking care.

"rin, i love you." you say, grabbing a hold of his face as you stare deep into his eyes. and you don't understand why there's doubt clouding in your head when he takes a beat later to answer, when really, he just can't help the sudden wave of emotions festering in his stomach as he meets the gravity of your gaze. the love and devotion in your eyes as he can only hope that he could translate his emotions through his eyes, too.

he smiles, leaning in to give you a kiss. it's sweet and gentle, completely unlike the one he gave you a few minutes ago when in the throes of pleasure. no. you feel every bit of his love for you in this one kiss and you don't know why you ever doubted yourself, doubted him. you've been together for so long and you're it for him. 

"i love you, too."

but leave it to your darling rintarou to ruin the moment.

"but you'll never apply my eyeliner ever again."

. a/n » this was so self-indulgent im sorry lmao

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[dadbodosamu]

Only You || Only You, Too

MSBY4, Suna Rintarou, Miya Osamu x Cis!Fem! Reader

WARNINGS: gangbang, threesome, double penetration, triple penetration, fisting, dacryphilia, mxm, daddy kink, oral (m+f receiving), anal (m+f receiving), toys, filming, bisexual Miya twins, Bisexual Suna, Bisexual Sakusa, shotgunning, dick piercings, cockwarming, shower sex

12.4k words unedited as always

only you || only you ii || only you iii || only you iv || only you v || only you vi || extras || only you, too

Tagged: @sunascumdoll

��We’ll be there in a minute, doll,” Atsumu said. You nodded even though he couldn’t see you through the phone.

“Okay, I’ll finish getting ready,” you said. “I’ll see you in a minute.”

“Bye, doll,” Atsumu said. You ended the call and walked into the bathroom. You stared into the mirror.

“It’s okay, you got this,” you said, hyping yourself up. “None of the boys would ever hurt you unless you asked for it.”

You jumped as you felt Osamu’s arms wrap around you.

“Ya okay, baby?” He asked, resting his head on your shoulder.

You nodded. “Just a little nervous,” you said. You clenched and unclenched your hands.

“Don’t be nervous, baby,” Osamu said. “Ya’ve already fucked everyone that’s coming.”

“Not at once though,” you said. “What if I end up focusing too much on one person?”

“Ya won’t,” he said.

“What if I get overwhelmed?” You asked.

“Ya’ll say yer safe word,” he said. “Ya remember it?”

“Pineapple or red to stop everything,” you said.

“Ya say either of those words and I’ll kick everyone out and we can cuddle, okay, baby?” Osamu asked. You nodded. “Is everything ready?”

“Towels, water, and lube are already in the living room,” you said. “I took my birth control this morning and I’ve been wearing my plug since you put it in this morning.”

“Good girl,” Osamu said, kissing your cheek. “Daddy can’t wait to see ya filled up with cum.”

You heard a knock at the door.

“They’re here,” you said. You looked down at your white lace lingerie and toyed with the ribbon that tied your sheer robe.

“Want to go let them in?” Osamu asked. You nodded.

Osamu pulled away from you. He leaned in and pecked your lips before letting you go.

You slowly made your way to the front door. You peeped through the peephole. Atsumu, Koutarou, Kiyoomi, Shoyo, and Rintarou all stood there, waiting patiently to be let in. You opened the door, stepping out of the way as the five men poured in.

“Aw, ya look so cute, doll,” Atsumu said, eyeing the white suspenders attached to your stockings.

“Thanks, Uncle Tsumu,” you said, softly. Rintarou pinched your side.

“Where’s Daddy? I’m surprised he’s let you out of his sight,” Rintarou said.

“I’m right here,” Osamu said, closing the bedroom door behind him. Your eyes traced his bare chest as he stood with his arms crossed.

“You bought this just for us?” Kiyoomi asked, tugging at the ribbon that kept your robe closed. The ribbon untied and your robe fell open, fully revealing your lacy bra and panties. “I’ve never seen this piece.”

“I’ve been saving it,” you said. “Since we first started talking about the gangbang.”

“That’s my girl,” Koutarou said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You smiled as he pulled you into him and kissed your temple.

“You look so pretty, Y/n,” Shoyo said, eyes looking you up and down.

“I say we get started,” Atsumu said. He greedily eyed you as Kiyoomi wrapped his hand around the back of Atsumu’s neck.

“Patience,” Kiyoomi said, squeezing Atsumu’s neck.

“Come here, baby,” Osamu said, opening his arms for you. You walked over to him, melting into his arms. “What do ya want first?”

“Can Daddy eat me out?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Of course, baby,” Osamu said. He set you on the couch, kneeling in front of you. He spread your legs, giving the guys a good view of the wet spot at the crotch of your panties.

“She’s already soaked,” Rintarou groaned, palming his cock through his jeans.

“She’s just waitin’ fer us to fill her up,” Atsumu said. He took a seat and unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them down and releasing his hard cock.

“No touching yourself, Tsumu,” you said as Osamu leaned down, pressing his lips to your clothed core. Atsumu groaned as Kiyoomi took a seat next to him.

“She didn’t say anything about touching me,” Kiyoomi said, grabbing Atsumu’s hand and placing it on his cock.

“Can I?” Atsumu asked. You nodded.

“Don’t make him cum yet,” you said as Osamu pulled your panties to the side. You whimpered as he licked through your folds. You clamped your thighs around his head.

“Such cute little noises,” Rintarou cooed, grabbing your thighs and spreading your legs. Osamu sucked at your clit harshly, making you moan loudly.

“Come on, take her panties off, I wanna see her,” Shoyo said, leaning around Rintarou and Osamu.

“What about it, baby? Want me to show everyone yer cute, lil pussy?” Osamu asked. You nodded.

Osamu unhooked your suspenders. He pulled your garter belt off then hooked his fingers on the sides of your panties. He slowly pulled them down and handed them to Koutarou.

“Thank you,” Koutarou said. He held the lace up to his face and licked the wet spot. “Tastes so good, sweetheart, I can’t wait until I can get a real taste.”

“Please,” you begged as Osamu kissed your inner thighs.

“Ya want Bokuto to eat ya out?” Osamu asked, looking up at you. You nodded. Koutarou fell to his knees next to Osamu, spreading your legs out wider.

“Gonna make you cum on my tongue, sweetheart,” Koutarou said. You gasped as he buried his face in your cunt, tongue digging deep into your hole and nose bumping your clit. He ate you out ravenously.

“Kou-Koutarou!” You moaned, bucking your hips against his face. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place.

“Feel good, baby?” Osamu asked, sitting on the couch next to you.

“Yes, Daddy,” you said as he pushed his boxers down. You watched as Osamu gripped the shaft of his cock, squeezing lightly.

“Hey, eyes on me, sweetheart,” Koutarou said, pinching your thigh. You looked down at him. “I’m the one making you feel good, pay attention to me.”

You nodded. “Sorry, Kou.”

He sucked your clit softly, rubbing two fingers over your hole. You moaned as he slowly inserted his fingers in your wet core.

“So tight,” Koutarou said. He licked your clit, scissoring his fingers. You moaned as his fingers curled against the spongy spot inside you.

“Right there, right there,” you said, rolling your hips. Your eyes rolled back as Koutarou flicked his tongue against your clit and added another finger.

“Gonna cum on my tongue, sweetheart?” Koutarou asked. He thrusted his fingers in and out of you, making you moan loudly.

“Yes, Kou, make me cum, please,” you begged. He pulled his fingers out of you and wiggled his tongue into your hole. You gasped as your back arched.

“Gonna cum, baby?” Osamu asked, pumping his cock slowly. You nodded as Koutarou dug his fingers into your thighs.

“Fuck, cumming!” You exclaimed as your orgasm washed over you. Your juices gushed out, coating Koutarou’s mouth and chin as he continued to lap at your cunt. You tugged at his hair, pulling him off of your sensitive cunt.

“So, who’s first?” Shoyo asked, eyeing you hungrily.

“I want her ass,” Koutarou said, tugging on the bejewelled plug in your ass. “Wanna see this little hole swallow my cock, sweetheart.”

“I wanna see her little cunt overflow with my cum,” Shoyo said, palming his cock through his shorts. “You want that, don’t you, meu amor?”

You nodded. “I want everyone to cum in me at least once. And no cumming anywhere else except for in or on me.”

Shoyo groaned. “Fuck, you’re such a little cumwhore, aren’t you, meu amor? You wanna be filled up and covered in cum? Why don’t you suck my dick and if you’re good, I’ll cum all over your face.”

“Please, Shoyo,” you said. You got off the couch and got to your knees in front of him.

“If you’re sucking him off, I’m going to take your ass, sweetheart,” Koutarou said.

“Let me get on the couch,” Shoyo said. He sat down on the edge of the couch and motioned for you to come over to him. You crawled over to him and leaned your head against his thick thigh as you stuck your ass out for Koutarou. He came up behind you, holding his phone out as he filmed.

“Hey, sweetheart, smile for the camera,” Koutarou said, holding the camera to show your face. You smiled softly, slowly stroking Shoyo’s cock. “Now take Sho-kun’s cock in your mouth.”

You leaned up and took the head of his fat cock in your mouth. Shoyo easily had the girthiest cock of all the guys, and you always struggled to take all of it down your throat.

“Fuck, so good, meu amor,” Shoyo said as you hollowed your cheeks. You moaned around him as you felt Koutarou pull your plug out.

“Lube?” Koutarou asked.

“Right here,” Osamu said. You heard Osamu moan and glanced over to see Rintarou on his knees between Osamu’s thighs. You hummed as Rintarou bobbed his head.

“Hey, eyes on me,” Shoyo said, lightly tapping your cheek. “You jealous someone else has Daddy’s cock in their mouth?”

“Want Daddy’s cum,” you said, pulling back and pumping his cock.

“Ya’ll still get it, baby,” Osamu said. “Ya know Rin likes to share.”

You nodded and took Shoyo’s cock back in your mouth. You struggled not to gag as he hit the back of your throat.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Koutarou asked, pressing the head of his cock against your fluttering hole. You pushed back against him.

You gagged as Koutarou suddenly thrusted, pushing you further on Shoyo’s cock. Shoyo moaned and pushed your head down, forcing you to swallow around him as his cock slid down your throat. The corners of your lips burned as they stretched around his girth.

“Fuck, take all of me, meu amor,” Shoyo groaned, throwing his head back. Koutarou pulled out of you, only to thrust back in roughly.

You moaned around Shoyo’s cock as your nose pressed into neat, orange curls. You tapped his thigh twice and he pulled your head back. You moaned loudly as Koutarou pounded your ass, balls slapping loudly against your skin.

“Bo, did you even prep her?” Atsumu asked, watching as you leaned against Shoyo’s thigh, whining and whimpering.

“She had a plug in,” Koutarou said. “Prepped enough. ‘Sides, you like when it hurts, don’t you, bunny?” He slapped your ass.

“Kou, harder, please!” You moaned. Shoyo tapped his dick against your face.

“Suck,” he said. “Or at least open your mouth so I can fuck your face.”

You opened your mouth widely.

“Fuck, meu amor,” Shoyo swore. He grabbed your hair and thrusted into your mouth at the same brutal pace Koutarou set.

You felt Koutarou’s fingers dig into your hips as he placed a foot on the ground, bracing himself as he thrusted harder. Shoyo held you down on his cock as you frantically dug your nails into his thighs, lungs burning.

“Yeah, choke on my fucking cock, little bunny,” Shoyo groaned. Your head spun as he pulled you back, finally allowing oxygen to flood your system.

“Open,” Shoyo ordered, stroking his cock. You opened your mouth just in time for Shoyo to cover your face in his thick cum. You moaned as you licked it off your lips.

“Thank you,” you said. Koutarou reached up, grabbing a fist full of your hair and yanking you back. You cried out as he pulled you against him, his muscular chest flush against your back.

“You look so cute covered in Shoyo’s cum,” he said, wrapping his arms around you as he fucked into you. He rubbed his fingers over your clit and you went limp against him. “Gonna fill you up, sweetheart.”

You moaned loudly as he grabbed your breast with his free hand, pinching and pulling your nipple.

“Kou, gonna cum,” you whimpered as his fingers moved faster on your clit.

“Come on, bunny, make a mess for everyone to see.” He slapped your clit harshly, making you yelp.

“Kou,” you moaned, head falling back on his shoulder. His hand left your breast and wrapped around your throat. You moaned as he squeezed gently.

“Cum for me, bunny,” he whispered in your ear. You cried out as you came, squirting around nothing. Your juices leaked down your thighs, dripping onto Koutarou’s strong legs.

“Fuck,” he hissed. His cock twitched as he flooded your ass with his cum. He grabbed your plug before carefully pulling out and shoving your plug back in you. “Keep my cum in you, okay?”

You nodded and fell forward as he let you go. Shoyo guided you, letting you fall against his thigh.

“You still want Daddy’s cum?” Rintarou asked, leaning over and turning your head forcefully. You perked up and nodded, crawling next to Rintarou. Rintarou wrapped his lips around Osamu’s cock, pumping what couldn’t fit as you sat back on your feet, waiting patiently.

“Fuck,” Osamu moaned, throwing his head back. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum, Rin.”

Rintarou hollowed his cheeks, stroking Osamu’s cock faster. His other hand wrapped around the base of his own cock, squeezing it tightly.

“Cum in his mouth, Daddy, please,” you begged, laying your hand on Osamu’s thigh.

“Daddy, please,” Rintarou said, looking up at Osamu through long lashes.

Osamu groaned and grabbed a fist full of Rintarou’s hair, pulling his head back.

“Open yer mouth,” Osamu grunted. Rintarou’s mouth fell open just as Osamu’s cock twitched. Cum poured into Rintarou’s waiting mouth as you licked your lips. “Both of ya, come here.”

Both you and Rintarou crawled on either side of Osamu. He placed a hand on the small of your back as you kneeled next to him.

“Let me see,” Osamu said, grabbing Rintarou’s chin with his free hand. Rintarou opened his mouth, cum dripping down his tongue.

“Wanna taste,” you said, pouting as cum dripped from Rintarou’s tongue onto his broad chest.

Rintarou pulled you over Osamu’s lap, pulling you into a messy kiss. You crawled over Osamu, pushing Rintarou back against the couch. You straddled his hips and pulled back, gasping for breath. Rintarou’s chest heaved. He was a sight, with his lips swollen and covered in a mix of spit and cum and his eyes heavily lidded as he stared at you. His big hands wrapped around your hips, dragging your bare cunt against the thin fabric of his briefs. You moaned, digging your nails into his abdomen.

“Wanna ride me?” Rintarou asked. “Be a good girl and I’ll fill up your sweet, little cunt.”

“Rin,” you moaned. You felt Osamu’s hands travel up and down your sides.

“Take us both, baby?” Osamu asked, kissing the back of your neck. You nodded as Rintarou bucked his hips.

Osamu pulled Rintarou’s briefs down, tossing them into a pile of clothes in the corner. He guided you up, grabbing Rintarou’s cock and pumping it a few times before carefully lining it up with your tight hole. Osamu slowly guided you down on Rintarou’s cock as you moaned softly.

“Fuck, so soft and warm around me, sweetie,” Rintarou said. Rintarou moaned, tossing his head back and arching his back as he bottomed out.

“Rin,” you breathed, dragging your nails down his chest. He gasped as your nails gently caught his nipples.

“Bounce on my cock, sweetie,” Rintarou said, grabbing your hips. “Wanna see you fall apart.”

You moaned as you lifted yourself off his cock and slowly sunk back down. You whimpered as the head of his cock pressed against your cervix. Rintarou groaned and squeezed your hips.

“Ya ready, baby?” Osamu asked. He pressed on the bejewelled plug in your ass before lightly pulling on it.

“Daddy,” you moaned, arching your back as he slowly fucked you with the plug.

“Lube?” Osamu asked. Koutarou handed a bottle to him before taking a seat next to Shoyo on the loveseat. Both of their legs were spread open and their cocks stood proudly. Your mouth watered as Koutarou’s long fingers wrapped around his cock and Shoyo desperately fucked his own fist.

“You’re drooling,” Rintarou said. “You want something in your mouth that bad?”

You nodded as Osamu shoved three fingers in your asshole. You gasped, bucking your hips forward and clenching down on Rintarou’s cock.

“Someone needs to put their cock in the little one’s mouth,” Rintarou said. Osamu twisted his fingers. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as you felt Koutarou’s cum leaking out around Osamu’s fingers.

“Atsumu, why don’t you let her suck you off?” Kiyoomi asked, pulling Atsumu off his cock. Atsumu breathed heavily, lips swollen and eyes watering. He nodded and stood up on weak legs. His cock was painfully hard in his briefs. He sighed as he pushed them down, freeing his cock. The tip was an angry red, leaking precum and throbbing. You eyed Atsumu closely before realising what was different.

“You got a new piercing!” You exclaimed. You reached out, grabbing Atsumu’s hip and pulling him closer. There, going right through the very tip of his dick, was a freshly healed Prince Albert. “Is this why you haven’t been around lately?”

“Had to wait for it to heal,” Atsumu said.

“Does it feel good?” You asked, looking at Kiyoomi.

“It feels fucking fantastic,” Kiyoomi said. “You’ll get to feel it soon, darling.”

You opened your mouth to respond but gasped loudly as Osamu buried his cock in your ass.

“Daddy!” You exclaimed as Osamu wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him. You cried out as every one of Osamu’s thrusts bounced you on Rintarou’s cock.

“Come ‘ere, doll,” Atsumu said, standing next to you. You leaned down, taking the red tip into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around, teasing the new piercing. Atsumu groaned and tangled his fingers in your hair. You gasped around him as Rintarou lifted you slightly, thrusting up into you at the same time Osamu pulled out.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Rintarou grunted, digging his fingers into your hips. You moaned around Atsumu’s cock.

Atsumu moaned, throwing his head back as you took him down your throat. Your eyes burned as you gagged on his cock.

“So pretty when all yer holes are full,” Osamu said. “My pretty girl takes cock so well.”

You pulled away from Atsumu’s cock, stroking his length as you caught your breath. Your eyes watered, filling your lashes with tears. Osamu bent you over, pressing you flush against Rintarou’s chest. You cried out as he pushed his cock deeper, stretching you in places he’d never hit before. Rintarou choked as your gummy walls clamped around him.

“Gonna cum?” Rintarou asked, pulling your hair back so you were looking up at him. You nodded as tears ran down your face. You cried out as Osamu reached around you, rubbing your clit. Your walls clamped down as the heat in your stomach spread. You fell limp against Rintarou as you came, gushing around his cock.

“Someone should be sucking my cock,” Atsumu said.

“Does it matter who?” Rintarou asked. “You can use my throat.”

Atsumu glanced over at Kiyoomi, who was lazily stroking his cock. Kiyoomi nodded.

“Fuck, Sunarin, come ‘ere,” Atsumu said. Rintarou shifted, hanging his head off the couch and opening his mouth.

“Fuck his throat,” you said. “He lets Samu do it all the time, he can take it.”

Atsumu guided his cock into Rintarou’s mouth, moaning as his cock disappeared down Rintarou’s throat. You groaned at the bulge in Rintarou’s throat, reaching up and wrapping your hands around it. You could feel Atsumu thrusting in and out of Rintarou’s mouth, his cock stretching Rintarou’s throat. Rintarou groaned around Atsumu’s cock.

You felt Osamu’s hand in your hair and suddenly, he jerked you back, holding you against him.

“Two cocks in ya and yer still focused on another,” Osamu growled, holding you against his chest. You moaned as he reached down, rubbing your clit. “So fuckin’ cock hungry. Sunarin and Daddy not enough for ya? Ya need more?”

“Yes, Daddy!” You cried as he pounded into you. “Want all my holes filled!”

Immediately, the three boys on the sidelines were surrounding you. Osamu pushed your head down and Kiyoomi tapped his cock against your cheek.

“Come on, darling, don’t you want my cum down your throat?” Kiyoomi asked as you licked away a bead of precum from the purpling tip of his cock.

You twisted around as much as you could, taking Kiyoomi’s cock in your mouth and wrapping your hands around Koutarou and Shoyo’s cocks.

“Happy now? A cock in every hole and both hands,” Osamu said. He squeezed your hips tightly, bruisingly. You whined around Kiyoomi’s cock as Osamu pulled out.

“Fuck, her hole’s just gaping,” Shoyo gasped as you pumped his cock. “Don’t be mean, Osamu-san, she obviously needs your cock. Just look at her, one cock isn’t enough for her little holes.”

“Just wanted to take a picture of this,” Osamu said. “Remind her how much she fuckin’ gagged for all this cock.”

Osamu pushed your head, gagging you on Kiyoomi’s cock. Kiyoomi grunted, holding your head down on his cock. Tears ran down your cheeks as your lungs burned.

“Fucking choke on my cock, good girl,” Kiyoomi said. You gagged again and swallowed around his cock. Your head spun. You felt Osamu’s hand on the small of your back. Your lungs ached, begging for oxygen.

Osamu snapped his hips. You surged forward, once again gagging on Kiyoomi’s cock. Rintarou’s cock slipped out of you and the man beneath you groaned.

You couldn’t think. Not only could you still not breathe, but also, Osamu was pounding into you so hard that where your skin met his stung.

You dropped Shoyo’s cock, weakly tapping on Kiyoomi’s thigh twice. He pulled your head back. Drool connected your mouth to his cock. You gasped for breath, only for it to be knocked out by Osamu’s powerful thrusts. You let out a rough, broken moan before Kiyoomi grabbed your hair, pushing you back down on his cock. You swallowed him easily this time.

“Fuck,” Rintarou swore. Atsumu was jerking his cock into Rintarou’s face, moaning and whimpering the closer his orgasm got. Rintarou reached down, carefully positioning his cock so that it slid back in your wet heat. You moaned around Kiyoomi’s cock.

“Rin, fuck, let me cum down your throat,” Atsumu whined. Rintarou opened his mouth, letting Atsumu shove his cock down his throat. Atsumu’s head fell back with a loud moan. He came with a soft grunt, his cum overflowing from Rintarou’s mouth, running down his chin.

“Don’t swallow yet,” Kiyoomi ordered. “Let me- fuck!”

Kiyoomi came without warning, filling your mouth with his hot cum out of nowhere.

“Both of you should share,” Kiyoomi said. He grabbed your hair and pushed you down, your face just inches from Rintarou’s. He opened his mouth, showing off the silvery white cum that painted his tongue and cheeks. You opened your mouth, cum pouring out of it into Rintarou’s waiting mouth. You moaned as cum overflowed over the corners of his plush lips. You leaned down, kissing him deeply. Your tongues worked together, scooping and pushing cum from his mouth to yours and back again. Kiyoomi jerked you up.

“Tongue out,” he said, squeezing your cheeks. Cum dripped from your tongue onto your chest. Kiyoomi shoved his fingers in your mouth, gagging you once more before pulling away. “So fucking messy.”

You finally swallowed the cum in your mouth. Osamu slapped your ass.

“Come here,” Koutarou said, grabbing your chin and pulling your face towards him. “Open your mouth.” Your mouth fell open just as Koutarou’s first spurt of cum hit your chest. You whined as hot cum hit your cheek.

“My mouth, please,” you said, sticking your tongue out. Koutarou groaned and pumped his cock some more. You hummed in contentment as salty, bitter cum hit your tongue and lips. You swallowed and smiled widely as Koutarou covered your face with the remainder of his load.

“Ah, fuck,” Rintarou hissed. His head was thrown back, mouth open in a low moan. His hands wrapped around your hips, squeezing your plush flesh. “Want me to fill you up, sweetie?”

“Please, Rin,” you begged. “Want your cum in me.”

“Fuck— wait just a minute,” Osamu grunted, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you against him. “Let’s fill her up at the same time, Rin.”

“Fuck, okay,” Rintarou said. You cried out as the rhythm changed and suddenly Rintarou and Osamu were both thrusting simultaneously, both burying their cocks deeper in you with every thrust.

You keened, arching your back and digging your fingernails into Rintarou’s stomach. Rintarou moaned as your nails bit into his skin.

“I’m gonna—“ Osamu’s fingers circled your clit, cutting off your words. Your walls clamped down around them as you came. Your vision went black and you fell limp in Osamu’s arms as heat spread over your body. Osamu was still rubbing your clit, fingers moving so fast you couldn’t focus on them.

Rintarou whimpered as your walls fluttered around his cock.

“Samu, Daddy, gotta cum,” Rintarou said. His jaw clenched as he fought not to cum.

“Fuck, go ahead,” Osamu said. Rintarou moaned loudly as his cock throbbed and twitched. His balls tightened and you moaned as hot cum painted your walls.

“Rin, Rintarou, fuck,” you moaned as he filled you up. Rintarou’s hands tightened on you hips as Osamu continued to fuck you.

“Daddy,” Rintarou groaned. Osamu snapped his hips, balls slapping against your skin as he buried his cock in you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Osamu grunted as he spilled inside of you. Your head fell back against his chest as he hugged you to him. You whimpered as Osamu pulled out slowly. You fell forward, against Rintarou’s chest.

“My turn, meu amor,” Shoyo said. You nodded. Shoyo carefully lifted you up and sat down on the loveseat, pulling you in his lap. He faced you out, so you could see the room of fucked out men, all watching you as Shoyo spread your legs over his.

“Gonna split this little pussy open, bunny,” Shoyo said, slapping his cock against your messy cunt. You winced as the head of his cock tapped your sensitive clit.

“Shoyo, please,” you whined. You could feel Rintarou’s cum leaking out of you, and you needed someone to plug you up.

“Gonna take it all?” Shoyo asked, popping the fat head in your cum filled hole. You bit your lip. Shoyo’s cock wasn’t the longest, but he was by far the thickest. You’d always had trouble taking him all without copious amounts of lube. “Did you hear me, bunny? You already been fucked stupid?”

“Wanna take it all,” you said, rolling your hips. Shoyo grabbed your bruised hips, pulling you down on his thick cock. You whimpered as he forced his cock in, stretching your pussy more than it had been in a while.

“Fuck, you’re always so tight around my cock,” Shoyo said, resting his forehead on your shoulder. He pressed a small kiss to your skin.

“Hurts, Sho,” you whimpered. The stretch burned and you almost felt like you were tearing in half.

“It’s okay, bunny, you’re almost there,” Shoyo cooed. He wrapped his arms around you and rubbed your clit slowly.

“She’s gonna fuckin’ rip apart,” Atsumu said. He still greedily eyed your stretched cunt, slowly palming his half hard cock.

“She can take it,” Osamu said. He had Rintarou still laid out on the couch, knees pressed to his chest as Osamu fingered his ass.

“Daddy,” Rintarou moaned. He looked fucked out already, mouth opened and his tongue nearly hanging out. You sighed as Shoyo bottomed out and stilled.

“Good girl,” Shoyo breathed.

“Spread her legs more,” Kiyoomi said. He was sitting next to Atsumu on the other couch. He was slowly stroking his cock, eyes locked to where Shoyo was stretching you.

Shoyo spread his legs, spreading yours with them. You moaned as he spread your folds, showing off even more of your cunt. Koutarou kneeled in front of you, snapping a picture before sitting on Atsumu’s other side.

“You ready, meu amor?” Shoyo asked, holding your hip with one hand as his other rubbed your clit. You nodded. He slowly dragged you off his cock. You whined and whimpered as your hole clenched around nothing. Shoyo guided your hips back down, bouncing you up and down at an average pace. Your head fell back on Shoyo’s shoulder.

You moaned, the painful stretch burning away, leaving only pleasure as Shoyo’s thick cock continued to stretch you out.

Osamu had Rintarou on all fours on the floor, his back arched beautifully and his head held up by Osamu’s hand in his hair. You moaned and reached out to them.

“What is it, bunny?” Shoyo asked. “Tell me what you want.”

“Bring her down here,” Osamu said, placing his hands on Rintarou’s thin waist. “She wants a friend to play with while ya fuck her.”

Shoyo lifted you off his cock, placing you on the floor, facing Rintarou.

“Rin,” you mumbled, cupping his face with one hand as Shoyo kneeled behind you. Rintarou leaned forward, kissing you messily as Shoyo slowly slid his cock in your wet hole.

“Y/n,” Rintarou mumbled against your lips. You moaned into his mouth as Shoyo grabbed your hips, thrusting into you at a steady pace. Osamu pulled Rintarou’s hair, pulling him away from you.

“Ready, babe?” Osamu asked, pressing the head of his cock against Rintarou’s fluttering hole.

“Fuck, yes, Daddy, please,” Rintarou said, pushing back against Osamu. You watched as Rintarou’s head fell, his arms shaking as Osamu’s cock stretched him out.

“Fuck, squeezin’ me t’ death,” Osamu moaned. “It’s been so long, hasn’t it, babe?”

“Too long,” Rintarou slurred, falling to his elbows. “Daddy, please, fuck me.”

You were yanked back by your hair.

“Pay attention to me, meu amor,” Shoyo said, holding you against his chest. You moaned at the change of angle. “You’re the only person I know that gets distracted while taking my cock.”

“‘m sorry,” you said, eyes squeezing closed as Shoyo played with your clit. “Just, wanna watch.”

Rintarou was moaning loudly as Osamu rutted into him. He was barely holding himself up, head only up because of Osamu’s hand in his hair. His tongue was hanging out, drool was running down his chin, and his eyes were starting to cross.

“I need someone to film it,” you said. Koutarou set up your phone, camera pointing at Rintarou and Osamu.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t fucking speak,” Shoyo said. He bent you back over on all fours. He grabbed your hips, planting his foot on the floor before snapping his hips. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open with a moan. Your whole body shook from the power of Shoyo’s thrust and you collapsed to your elbows, the hardwood biting against your skin painfully.

“Fuck!” You gasped. Shoyo pounded you, his balls slapping against your skin.

“Taking me so well,” Shoyo said. “You’re so fucking tight and you keep clenching around me, fuck.”

Shoyo grabbed your hair, shoving your face against the floor. You moaned as Osamu did the same thing to Rintarou. You faced each other, both looking as fucked out as the other one felt.

“Shoyo,” you moaned, thighs shaking.

“Go ahead and cum, meu amor,” Shoyo said. “Gonna cum all over my cock, yeah? You like being split open, huh? Imagine if someone fucked your ass while my fat cock split you open.”

You moaned. God, what you wouldn’t give to have someone in your ass right now.

“Oh? You like that? Why don’t we move to the couch so someone can fill your needy, little hole,” Shoyo said.

“Please, please,” you moaned. Shoyo pulled out of you, pulling you off the ground. Rintarou whined and reached out for you.

“Hey, yer fuckin’ me right now, not her,” Osamu said, snapping his hips. Rintarou’s eyes rolled back.

Shoyo sat on the couch, pulling you in his lap again, this time facing him. He pulled you down, spearing you on his cock. You moaned and threw your head back against someone’s chest. You opened your eyes, meeting Kiyoomi’s deep brown ones.

“Omi,” you moaned as Shoyo bounced you on his cock. “Gonna fuck me?”

“We’re gonna see how much you can take, darling,” Kiyoomi said, wrapping his hand around your throat. You furrowed your brows.

“What do you- oh, fuck!” You moaned loudly as someone shoved three fingers in your tight hole.

“Ya can use yer safe word whenever ya want,” Atsumu said, kneeling beside you. His fingers thrusted in and out of you, rubbing against your silky walls.

“Ugh, she keeps clenching around me so tight,” Shoyo groaned, throwing his head back.

Atsumu added more lube to your hole, adding his pinky finger. Kiyoomi squeezed your throat tighter.

“Tsumu!” You moaned. Shoyo slapped your ass. “Sho, your cock is stretching me out so much, fuck me harder, please.”

Shoyo held you in place, planting his feet on the floor as he snapped his hips up, burying his cock even deeper. The head of his cock painfully punched against your cervix as he fucked you.

“Fuck, can ya take more, doll?” Atsumu asked. He twisted his fingers in you and added more lube to his hand and your hole.

You nodded. Atsumu slowly pushed his whole hand in you as you moaned, throwing your head back and clenching your eyes shut.

“Slow, Atsumu,” Kiyoomi said. “Don’t hurt the little one.”

You whined as your rim stretched around Atsumu’s hand. Everyone had stopped moving, watching you, except for Atsumu, who, once his whole hand was in and your rim was stretched around his wrist, slowly curled his fingers inside you. You cried as he made a fist and pushed it deeper, deeper than you’d ever taken anything. Tears ran down your cheeks as his fist snagged against your stretched rim as he pulled it out of you.

“Atsu-Tsumu,” you choked.

“Ya okay, baby?” Osamu asked. You nodded.

“Full,” you breathed. “So. Full.”

You could hardly breathe as Atsumu pushed his fist back in you. You felt like he was in your lungs, he was so deep.

“Takin’ it so fuckin’ well,” Atsumu said. “Ya like having my fist in ya?”

“Want you to move,” you said. “Wanna cum.”

Shoyo reached down, rubbing your clit.

“Ready, bunny?” Shoyo asked. You nodded. He slowly thrusted in you, letting you get used to the sensation as Atsumu matched his pace.

“Such a good girl, taking everything we give you,” Kiyoomi said, tilting your chin up to look at him. “Open your mouth.”

You opened your mouth, mentally preparing yourself for his fingers to be shoved down your throat. Instead, he leaned over you and spat a glob of saliva on your waiting tongue.

“Don’t swallow,” Kiyoomi said, pressing his fingers against your tongue. You gagged as he shoved his fingers deeper, tears gathering in your eyes. “So messy.”

Kiyoomi’s eyes glittered as tears rolled down your hollowed cheeks. Spit ran down your chin as he fucked his fingers in your mouth.

“Fuck, wish I could put my cock down your throat,” Koutarou said, sitting next to Shoyo on the couch.

“You can have her sloppy cunt next,” Shoyo said, slapping your clit. You jumped and moaned. “After I fill her up. Isn’t that right?”

You nodded. “Want you to cum in my messy cunt, Bokkun.”

“Why don’t you jerk me off until you can sit on my cock, bunny?” Koutarou asked. You reached down, wrapping your fingers loosely around Koutarou’s cock. His was nearly as thick as Shoyo’s and almost as long as Osamu’s. He moaned softly as he thrusted into your fist.

“Atsumu, pull out,” Kiyoomi said. You whined as Atsumu pulled his fist out of you. Kiyoomi leaned down, whispering something in Atsumu’s ear.

“Ya still got that dildo, doll?” Atsumu asked.

You nodded and pointed towards the bedroom.

“Top drawer on Samu’s side,” you said. Atsumu stood up and walked into your bedroom as Kiyoomi slotted his cock against your gaping hole.

“Your hole’s just begging to be stuffed full,” Kiyoomi said. “One cock isn’t enough for your slutty hole.”

You shuddered as Kiyoomi pushed into you. While he didn’t stretch you out any, your walls were so sensitive that the drag of his cock sent shivers down your spine.

“Found a bigger one,” Atsumu said, showing off the dildo in his hands. Your face burned. Your brand new dildo was a copy of Osamu’s cock, complete with the piercing that decorated his tip, and used on the nights when Osamu was away at the Hyogo restaurant or when you just needed more.

“That’s definitely Osamu’s dick,” Koutarou said. Atsumu scrunched his face, handing the dildo and the lube to Kiyoomi.

“I morally cannot lube that up for you,” Atsumu said. Kiyoomi rolled his eyes and generously lubed up the dildo.

“Wait,” you said, finally realising what was going on. “Omi, wait.”

“What is it, darling?” Kiyoomi asked, pulling out of you. “Nervous? Don’t be, I’ll make sure you’re stretched enough to take both.”

“Omi…” you said as he pressed the dildo against your hole.

“Colour, baby,” Osamu said. He sat on Shoyo’s other side. You reached for his hand, squeezing it tightly.

“Yellow,” you said.

“I’ll go slow,” Kiyoomi said. “Promise I won’t hurt you, darling.”

You hesitated before nodding. Kiyoomi slowly pushed the dildo inside of you. You hissed as the cool metal from the piercing dragged against your walls. The dildo bottomed out easily. Kiyoomi pushed two fingers beside the dildo, stretching your rim.

“Omi,” you moaned. You fell forward, draping yourself over Shoyo’s shoulders. Kiyoomi slipped another finger in. He pulled the dildo out slowly, pressing the head against your hole. You shuddered as you felt the warm, blunt head of Kiyoomi’s cock pressing next to silicone.

“It’s okay, baby,” Osamu said, leaning over and placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Where’s Rin?” You asked. Rintarou climbed into Osamu’s lap and leaned on Osamu’s shoulder, facing you.

“Hey, sweetie,” Rintarou said, pushing your hair behind your ear. “Everything’s okay, yeah? You know you can tell Kiyoomi to stop.”

Kiyoomi was slowly pushing into you, with both his cock and the dildo.

“Hurts,” you mumbled. The stretch burned up your spine, and tears were starting to form in your eyes.”

“I know, baby,” Rintarou said, cupping your cheek and rubbing his thumb along your face. “Colour?”

“Green,” you said. Osamu looked at you, eyebrows furrowed and frowning.

“Are you sure, baby?” Osamu asked. You nodded.

“I can do it,” you said. Kiyoomi rubbed your back.

“I’m almost there, darling,” Kiyoomi said. “Just a little more, you’re taking me so well.”

Shoyo rubbed your hips with his thumbs.

“You’re so tight, meu amor,” Shoyo said. His cock throbbed inside you. “So good for us.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks once you felt Kiyoomi’s balls against your skin.

“Fuck, look how well her ass swallows me,” Kiyoomi said. Atsumu grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading them out as Kiyoomi slowly pulled out.

“You look so pretty, sweetie,” Rintarou said, wiping your tears away. “You gonna let them fuck you?”

“Yes, please,” you said, arching your back. You let out a high pitched moan as Kiyoomi sank back into you. Your hand shot out, grabbing Osamu’s forearm.

“I’m here, baby,” Osamu said, grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers. You squeezed his hand tightly as Kiyoomi fell into a steady pace.

“Sh-Sho, move, please,” you mumbled, bracing your hand on his shoulder.

“You sure, bunny?” Shoyo asked, holding your hips. You nodded.

Your eyes rolled back as Shoyo slowly thrusted into you. You were stretched out more than ever with three cocks inside you. Your body went limp as Shoyo matched Kiyoomi’s steady pace. Your head fell forward, resting on Shoyo’s shoulder. You moaned loudly, the heat in your stomach already spreading.

“Fuck,” you whined. You reached between yours and Shoyo’s bodies, pressing two fingers to your clit. You rubbed small, lazy circles. Your walls fluttered.

“Oh, fuck,” Kiyoomi groaned, snapping his hips against your ass. You moaned as your stomach tightened.

“Gonna— gon’ cum,” you slurred, head spinning as Shoyo and Kiyoomi both fucked into you.

“Cum for us, bunny,” Shoyo cooed, squeezing your hips. Your head fell back against Kiyoomi's chest as your vision went white. Heat flooded your body and your walls clamped down around Shoyo and Kiyoomi.

“Fuck me,” Kiyoomi swore, cumming seconds after your juices gushed around Shoyo’s cock.

“Sho, cum, please!” You exclaimed as Kiyoomi buried himself deep in your ass, spilling his hot seed into your silky walls.

“Fuck, just a little more, bunny,” Shoyo said, biting his lip as he pounded into you. Your eyes rolled back as his cock throbbed inside of you. Your walls fluttered, begging him to fill you up. “God, so fuckin’… gah!”

Shoyo grunted as he spilled into you. You sighed as Kiyoomi slowly pulled out, leaving the dildo plugged in you so his cum wouldn’t slide out.

“You have a bigger plug?” Kiyoomi asked. Osamu hopped up, walking into your bedroom.

“How do you feel, baby?” Rintarou asked, pulling you into his lap. He brushed your hair out of your face.

“Empty,” you mumbled. Osamu came back holding a large plug.

“Come here, baby, let me plug you up,” Osamu said. You crawled over his lap, bending over. He slowly pulled the dildo out, replacing it with the plug.

“Do you need anything, baby?” Osamu asked, rearranging you in his lap. He cradled you in his arms as Rintarou pushed your hair back out of your face.

“Want to make Tsumu and Bokkun feel good,” you said.

“Ya don’t have to, doll,” Atsumu said. Koutarou nodded.

“We’re fine, sweetheart,” Koutarou said. “Just watching you get off made me feel good.”

“Yeah, we just call first next time,” Atsumu said, smiling at you.

You nodded tiredly and yawned.

“I need a shower,” Kiyoomi said, stretching his arms out. He leaned over and kissed your forehead. “You did a good job, took me so well, darling.”

“Yer such a good girl, taking everything we gave ya,” Atsumu said, grabbing and kissing your hand.

“You’re the best, taking six guys like that,” Shoyo said, smiling widely. “Next time we should invite a few of your teammates. I’ve been dying to meet Nana.”

“You’re such a sweetheart,” Koutarou said. “Next time, I’ll have you crying over my cock.”

You smiled as the boys got dressed. They all pressed a kiss to either your cheek or forehead before leaving you, Osamu, and Rintarou alone.

“Let’s get you two cleaned up and into bed,” Osamu said, standing up with you still in his arms. He carried you into the bedroom and laid you down before going back into the living room. He laid Rintarou next to you.

You curled into Rintarou’s side as Osamu stepped into the bathroom.

“You need something, sweetie?” Rintarou asked, hugging you closer.

“Feel empty,” you said. Rintarou sat up, leaning back against the headboard.

“Wanna sit on my cock?” He asked. You nodded and crawled over him, straddling his hips. You let out a soft moan as his cock slipped between your cum covered folds. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder.

The bed shifted as a freshly showered Osamu climbed on it, holding a damp washcloth.

“Come here, baby, let me clean ya up,” Osamu said, pulling you away from Rintarou. You whined as his cock slid out of you. “Oh, yer not finished yet?”

“Feel empty,” you said as Osamu wiped you down. He carefully pulled your plug out. You squirmed as cum ran down your thighs. Osamu wiped it up quickly then tossed the washcloth into the hamper. With another washcloth, he wiped Rintarou clean before letting the both of you go. You let Rintarou pull you back into his lap. You both sighed as you sank back down on his cock.

“Either of ya want anything?” Osamu asked. “Water or something to eat?”

“Water, please,” you said, relaxing into Rintarou’s hold as he rubbed your back.

“I’m hungry,” Rintarou said.

“What do ya want?” Osamu asked.

“Taiyaki,” you said.

“Seconded,” Rintarou said.

“I’ll be right back,” Osamu said. He leaned over, kissing your cheek before walking into the kitchen.

“Rin,” you said, looking up at him.

“Yes, sweetie?” He asked, rubbing your back up and down.

“Why did you stay?” You asked.

“Do you want me to leave?” Rintarou asked.

“No!” You exclaimed, shaking your head. “I always want you around! I was just wondering. All the other guys got out of here as quickly as they could.”

“The others don’t feel about you and Osamu how I do,” Rintarou said, grabbing your hips. He made small circles with his thumbs.

“How do you feel about us?” You asked. Rintarou closed his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours.

“I’ve been in love with Osamu since high school,” he said. “And I’ve been falling in love with you since the day we met.”

“Rin…”

“If you don’t feel the same, it’s okay,” Rintarou said. “We can forget this happened.”

You cupped Rintarou’s cheeks with your hands. “Rintarou Rintarou, we cannot forget your love confession. Haven’t you noticed that you’re the only one besides Osamu that can call me ‘baby’? Or the fact that no one else is allowed to kiss me on the lips except for you and Osamu? What about the fact that out of the entire group, only you’ve fucked me without Osamu?”

“So, you feel the same?” Rintarou asked. “What about Osamu?”

“Babe, are you blind?” You asked with a laugh. “He was glued to you during the entire gangbang. And he even brought you to bed. If he didn’t feel the same, he would’ve told you to leave with the rest of the guys. Of course he feels the same!”

“Who feels the same about what?” Osamu asked, popping into the bedroom holding two plates, two trays, and two bottles of water.

“Sunarin here has something to tell you,” you said. You lifted yourself off of Rintarou’s cock, pecking his lips before sitting next to him. Osamu propped a tray up over your thighs, setting a plate of taiyaki in front of you.

“What is it?” Osamu asked, propping a tray over Rintarou’s thighs.

“I’ve been in love with you since high school,” Rintarou said, taking a sip from his water.

Osamu smiled widely. “I love you, too, Rintarou.”

Osamu leaned over, tilting Rintarou’s chin up before kissing him softly.

“Me, too!” You exclaimed, puckering your lips. Osamu laughed before leaning over Rintarou to place a kiss on your lips. He pulled away and Rintarou smiled before kissing you quickly.

“Now, you two need to eat,” Osamu said. “I’m going to make some real food for dinner.”

“Taiyaki is real food,” you said, taking a bite of the pastry.

“You need something with more substance,” Osamu said. “Vegetables and meats.”

“Can you make curry?” Rintarou asked.

“Of course, babe,” Osamu said. Osamu pulled on a pair of boxers before going back to the kitchen.

“We should probably shower,” you said. You took a sip of your water.

“Sounds like a good excuse to have shower sex,” Rintarou said. You shoved his shoulder.

“I just got fucked by six guys and you think I’m interested in having more sex right now?” You asked.

“So no shower sex?”

“Of course we’re gonna fuck in the shower,” you said. “You shouldn’t just assume, though.”

You both finished your taiyaki quickly. You carefully folded the trays and set them at the end of the bed.

“Come here,” Rintarou said, pulling you to him. You giggled as you stumbled into him. He intertwined your fingers and pulled you into a bruising kiss.

“Rin,” you moaned as he led you to the bathroom.

“Yeah, baby?” He asked, starting the water before kissing you again.

“Want you,” you mumbled against his lips. Rintarou backed you into the shower, caging you against the cool wall. Your skin prickled where the cool tiles touched.

“My first official act as your boyfriend is going to be making you cum all over my cock,” Rintarou said, lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around him.

“Boyfriend? Is that what you are?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Yeah, I am your boyfriend,” Rintarou said, kissing down your neck. “Why, you have a problem with that?”

“Not at all,” you said, smiling. “I like it.”

“Good.” Rintarou slowly guided his cock through your wet folds, gathering your slick on the head of his cock. You moaned as the head of his cock nudged your clit.

“Rintarou, please,” you begged as he teased your entrance. He smirked as you whined. “Rin, I’m going to revoke your boyfriend status if you don’t fuck me.”

“No take-backs or returns,” Rintarou said, pushing into you. You moaned softly as he bottomed out.

“So good,” you moaned, resting your head against Rintarou’s forehead. “Fill me up so well, Rin.”

“I know I’m not as long as Osamu or as thick as Shoyo, you don’t have to exaggerate,” Rintarou said, rutting into you.

“Not exaggerating,” you breathed. “You’re so perfect, Rin, you fill me up so well. You- fuck- you hit that spot inside of me so fucking easily. No one can fuck me like you.”

Rintarou kissed you roughly. His soft lips molded against yours, tasting like taiyaki.

“I- fuck!- I love you,” Rintarou said, pulling back from you. His hips moved faster. You moaned as he hit that spongy spot inside you with every thrust. Your walls clenched as your stomach tightened.

“So soon?” You teased. “Even Osamu waited a few days before telling me.”

“Don’t care,” Rintarou grunted. “Had to tell you.”

“I love you, too, Rin,” you said. You moaned loudly as Rintarou held you with one hand, the other snaking between your bodies as he rubbed your clit.

“Rintarou!” You cried as your walls clamped down around his cock. You dug your fingernails into his strong, broad shoulders.

“That’s my girl, cum around my cock, baby,” Rintarou said. You moaned high pitched as you squirted around his cock. Your head fell back against the cool tiles as your eyes rolled back and your vision went black.

“Rin, Rin, Rin,” you moaned weakly as he continued to thrust into you.

“It’s okay, sweetie, you can take it,” he said, furrowing his brows as he chased his high. “Gonna fill you up, Y/n. You gonna take my load like a good girl?”

You nodded. Your legs shook from overstimulation and you weakly kissed up Rintarou’s neck.

“Rin,” you moaned softly, kissing just below his earlobe. “Cum in me.”

“Fuck, say my name again,” Rintarou said.

“Rintarou,” you moaned. “Fill me up, please? Please, Rin, I want your cum so bad. I need it in me, Rintarou, please.”

Rintarou groaned loudly as he buried himself in your cunt, painting your walls white. You smiled as he rested his head on your shoulder, breathing heavily.

“You’re a menace,” he breathed, setting you on your feet. Your legs wobbled slightly. Rintarou leaned down, kissing you as he held you against him. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up so we can eat.”

Rintarou carefully helped you wash up before you traded spots. You hummed as Rintarou kneeled down so you could run your fingers through his hair. You leaned down, pecking his lips before helping him up.

“Food’s ready,” Osamu said, poking his head in the bathroom.

“We’ll be right there, baby,” you said, wrapping a towel around yourself.

You dried off quickly and pulled on a fresh pair of underwear and an old shirt of Osamu’s while you gave Rintarou a pair of clean briefs he’d left before.

“Have fun?” Osamu asked, wrapping his arms around you as you entered the kitchen.

“With our boyfriend? Yes,” you said.

“Boyfriend?” Osamu asked.

“Yes, baby,” Rintarou said, pecking Osamu’s lips. Rintarou bit Osamu’s bottom lip as he pulled away, staring at Osamu with hazy eyes.

“I’m okay with that,” Osamu said, wrapping one arm around Rintarou’s waist and pulling him into Osamu’s side. You giggled as Rintarou wrapped an arm around both you and Osamu, forming a small huddle. They leaned down, kissing your cheeks before nuzzling either side of your neck, pressing small kisses against your skin.

“The food’s going to get cold,” you said, giggling.

“Don’t care,” Osamu said, sucking on a spot right below your ear.

“Who are you and what have you done with my Miya Osamu?” You teased.

“Ours,” Rintarou said, nipping at your neck.

“What have you done with our Miya Osamu?” You corrected.

“Better,” Rintarou said, licking over the bite mark.

“We better eat,” Osamu said, reluctantly pulling away from you.

You sat at the table with Osamu and Rintarou on either side of you as you loaded your bowl with the fresh curry.

“Thank you, baby,” you said, leaning over to kiss Osamu’s cheek.

“Thanks, Samu,” Rintarou said, scooping up a spoonful of rice.

“It’s no problem,” Osamu said. You sat in a comfortable silence until Rintarou spoke up.

“So, did you have fun today?” He asked, glancing at you. You nodded, smiling widely.

“Yes! I always love when the boys come over!” You exclaimed.

“I was worried when Kiyoomi brought out that dildo,” Osamu admitted. “I thought ya were going to safeword.”

“It was an experience,” you said. “But it ended up being a good one!”

“I thought I was going to have to kick him out,” Rintarou said. “You looked really scared at one point. I thought you were going to cry. Like, in a bad way.”

“It was overwhelming,” you said, hugging your knees to your chest. “But I trust Omi.”

“Baby, if ya ever feel scared ya can always call for a timeout,” Osamu said.

Rintarou nodded. “No one would ever be mad at you.”

“I know,” you said. “If I felt scared at any point I would’ve safeworded. But I was just a little nervous, not scared. I know Omi would never hurt me.”

“None of us would ever hurt ya, ‘less ya asked for it,” Osamu said.

“I don’t think I could ever hurt you,” Rintarou said, face softening as he looked at you. “Even if you asked. I just don’t think I have it in me.”

“Aw, babe, that’s okay,” you cooed, climbing into Rintarou’s lap. You kissed his cheek softly.

“I guess I’ll be the one to dole out punishment,” Osamu said, stacking the dishes and carrying them to the sink.

You rolled your eyes. “He says that like he ever punishes me. Samu’s just a big softie.”

“What was that?” Osamu asked, looking back at you as he washed the dishes.

“I said you’re a big softie,” you said, louder. “Especially for your baby.”

“Yer right,” Osamu said, smiling softly at you. You slid out of Rintarou’s lap, crossing the kitchen and wrapping your arms around Osamu’s waist. You buried your face in his muscular back.

“I love you, Samu,” you mumbled, hugging him tightly.

“I love ya, too, baby,” Osamu said. He turned in your arms and kissed your forehead.

Rintarou smiled from the table, just watching you and Osamu interact.

“Rin, come here!” You called, whipping your head around to look at Rintarou. He walked across the kitchen, stopping a few feet away from you. “Rin!” You grabbed the elastic of his briefs, pulling him closer to you. You threw your arms around his neck, smiling widely.

“What is it?” Rintarou asked, resting his hands on your waist.

“Dance with me?” You asked, looking up at him with wide eyes. “It’s an after dinner tradition.”

“Of course, baby,” Rintarou said, smiling down at you. The two of you swayed around the kitchen, bumping into Osamu every few steps. Rintarou spun you out, letting Osamu spin you into his own arms. Osamu smiled widely as he held your giggling body against his own. You grabbed Osamu’s hand, spinning him across the kitchen, letting Rintarou grab his hand and spinning Osamu into his arms.

You smiled as the two men waltzed around the small kitchen. Osamu smiled, pecking Rintarou’s lips before grabbing your hand and pulling you between them.

“Hey,” you said, facing Osamu.

“Hey, baby,” Osamu said, running his hands down your sides.

“Hey, sweetie,” Rintarou whispered in your ear. His hands ran up your shirt, running over Osamu’s and resting above them on your waist.

As Osamu ground against your front, Rintarou ground against your back.

“Haven’t danced like this since we won nationals,” you said. You grabbed Osamu’s forearm with one hand and rested your other hand on Rintarou’s.

“Baby,” Osamu breathed, nibbling your earlobe. “Let me feel ya.”

You reluctantly moved your hands, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it across the kitchen. Rintarou immediately slid his hands up, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them.

“You know, I don’t think we paid enough attention to these earlier,” Rintarou said, licking a stripe up your neck. You shuddered as he sucked your earlobe into his mouth.

“We didn’t,” Osamu agreed, pushing Rintarou’s hands out of the way. Osamu squeezed your breasts before pinching your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

“We can always change that,” Rintarou said.

“Let’s get her to the bedroom,” Osamu said. Rintarou scooped you up easily and followed Osamu into the bedroom. He laid you down in the middle of the bed.

With both Osamu and Rintarou staring down at you, you felt a smidge self conscious. You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Oh, no, baby,” Osamu said, pulling your arms away. “Let me see ya.”

Your arms dropped to your sides. Rintarou crawled into the bed as Osamu crawled in from the other side.

“Can I?” Rintarou asked, glancing at your chest. You nodded. Simultaneously, two pairs of plush lips wrapped around your nipples. You moaned at the sudden stimulation, back arching. While Rintarou suckled, Osamu nibbled at your sensitive skin.

“Rin, Samu,” You moaned, tangling your fingers in their hair, pulling them closer. Their lips dragged against your skin, meeting in the valley of your breasts. Osamu reached up, grabbing Rintarou’s hair and pulling him into a heated kiss.

“Samu,” Rintarou groaned as the chef pushed him back on the bed next to you. Osamu sat up, sitting back on his feet on the foot of the bed, staring up at you two.

“Osamu,” you whined, reaching out for him.

“Be quiet,” Osamu said, pinching the soft fat of your thigh. “I’m trying to decide who gets my cock first.”

You got to your knees, crawling next to Osamu and running your hands along his chest.

“Daddy, you never fucked my pussy today,” you said, kissing along his collarbone.

“Ya had how many cocks in yer cunt today and yer still wantin’ mine?” Osamu asked.

“No one fucks me like Daddy does,” you said. Rintarou slithered up next to you, grabbing a fist full of Osamu’s hair and pulling his head back.

“What if I wanted you on my cock?” Rintarou asked. You perked up. “Y/n can even bounce on your cock while I fuck you.”

Osamu groaned as Rintarou tugged his hair, waiting for an answer.

“Daddy, please,” you said, pulling his arm. “We all get what we want that way.”

Rintarou pulled Osamu’s hair again.

“Fuck,” Osamu gasped. “Rin, I want ya to fuck me.”

Rintarou grabbed Osamu’s chin, pulling him into a bruising kiss. Osamu followed after Rintarou as he pulled away.

“Come here, baby,” Rintarou said, cupping your face. He kissed you softly. “We’re gonna make Daddy cry.”

“What the fuck have I gotten myself into?” Osamu asked. Rintarou laughed as he pushed Osamu back on the bed.

“You’re stuck with us,” Rintarou said.

“Forever,” you added.

“Forever,” Rintarou agreed.

“Forever is a long time,” Osamu said, smiling up at you.

“If I love you for every second until my dying breath, it still wouldn’t be enough,” you said.

“If?” Osamu teased.

“I don’t want to be presumptuous,” you said. Osamu grabbed your hips, pulling you on top of him as he smiled at you. He tickled your sides, making you giggle and curl up.

“I love you two,” Rintarou said, straddling Osamu behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“I love you, too, Rin,” you said, turning your head and nuzzling your nose against his cheek.

“I think yer okay,” Osamu said, resting his hands on Rintarou’s thighs.

“Samu!” You exclaimed, lightly slapping his chest. Osamu laughed loudly.

“I love ya, too, Rin,” Osamu said, rubbing his thighs.

“A rain check on sex?” You asked. “Kinda just wanna cuddle.”

Osamu grabbed your hands, intertwining your fingers.

“Anything ya want, baby,” he said.

“Are you sure?” Rintarou asked, kissing your neck.

“Suna Rintarou, stop trying to seduce me,” you said, smiling as Rintarou kissed your jaw.

“Is it working?” He asked.

“Only too well,” you said. Rintarou’s hand rubbed over your stomach before dropping down under your panties.

“Let me make you feel good,” Rintarou said, rubbing your clit. His other hand squeezed your breast, rolling your nipple between his nimble fingers.

“Rin,” you moaned, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. He carefully moved you, laying you against the bed next to Osamu.

“Just… lay back and let me take care of you,” Rintarou said, hooking his fingers on your panties. He slipped them off, tossing them away before spreading your legs. “Pretty, little cunt. Whose cunt is this, sweetie?”

He spread your folds with his fingers, revealing your swollen nub.

“Daddy’s,” you said. Osamu smirked.

“Hurts my feelings, baby,” Rintarou said, rubbing your clit with his thumb. “I’ll just have to show you who owns this cunt.”

He spread your folds, and leaned down, spitting directly into your hole. You let out a wanton moan.

“Wow, no one would know you were stuffed full earlier with how needy you are,” Rintarou said. He pushed two fingers in your hole, stretching you needlessly.

“Rin,” you groaned. “Gimme more.”

“You want more?” Rintarou asked, adding a third finger. “Tell me exactly what you want, sweetie.”

“Your cock, please, Rin,” you begged, bucking your hips against his fingers.

“I don’t know…” Rintarou said, pulling his fingers out of you. “I wouldn’t want to use Daddy’s pussy without permission.”

“Rin!” You whined, fisting the sheets.

“Daddy, what do you think?” Rintarou asked, looking over at Osamu, who had propped himself up against the headboard and was watching the scene unfold.

“I don’t know,” Osamu said. “I don’t know if she deserves it.”

“I do!” You cried, grabbing Rintarou’s forearm. “Please, please, I’ve been a good girl, Rintarou.”

“You did take me so well earlier,” Rintarou said, ghosting his fingers over your clit. Chills went up your spine as you let out a short, breathy moan.

“Yes, Rin, please touch me,” you pleaded, back arching as Rintarou teased your clit.

“She has been a good girl, today,” Osamu said, interlocking his fingers and putting his hands behind his head. “But she was such a lil princess, letting us do all the work.”

“Should we make her work for it?” Rintarou asked.

“Daddy, no!” You whined. Rintarou pushed two long fingers deep in your cunt. “Rin was a princess, too!”

“Yer right, baby,” Osamu said, reaching out with one hand and brushing your hair out of your face. “Maybe I should make ya both work for it.”

Osamu made a show of slowly wrapping his fingers around the clothed imprint of his fat cock.

“Who wants it bad enough?” Osamu asked. You and Rintarou scrambled around until both of you were laying on your stomachs, facing Osamu’s covered cock.

“I want it, Daddy,” you said, tracing the outline with a single finger. Osamu shivered as you dragged your finger down his length.

“I want it more,” Rintarou said, pressing a kiss to Osamu’s thigh.

“Show me how badly ya want it,” Osamu said. He lifted his hips, pushing his boxers down. Rintarou pulled them down his thick thighs and threw them off the bed.

“Fuck,” you murmured as Osamu’s cock bobbed. It was almost too heavy to stand.

Rintarou wrapped his hand around it and leaned in, sucking Osamu’s fat balls into his mouth.

You whined before leaning up and sucking the dark pink tip in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around, pressing it flush against the familiar cool piercing. Osamu groaned, letting his head fall back against the headboard.

“Fuck, just like that,” he sighed. Rintarou tapped your cheek, signaling for you to lean up.

“Wanna try something,” he said. You nodded.

“Okay,” you said.

“Daddy, can you lay down for me?” Rintarou asked, sitting up on his feet.

“Sure, babe,” Osamu said. He slid down the bed, laying down with his head in a pillow.

“Now you sit on his face,” Rintarou said. You looked up at Osamu.

“C’mon, baby,” Osamu said, smiling at you. You crawled up the bed, straddling his face. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place as he tentatively licked up your slit.

Rintarou spread Osamu’s legs apart, pushing his knees up. He leaned down, kissing and sucking on Osamu’s inner thighs, leaving fresh, red bruises on pale flesh. You squeezed your eyes shut as Osamu pressed his tongue firmly against your sensitive clit.

“Daddy,” you moaned softly, running your hands over his chest. Osamu let out a moan as Rintarou pressed his tongue against Osamu’s tight, untouched hole.

“Oh, fuck,” Osamu groaned. His words vibrated against your cunt. You moaned, bucking your hips against his tongue.

“You taste so good, Daddy,” Rintarou said. He licked around Osamu’s rim, moaning softly. Osamu’s hips wiggled, desperate for more friction.

“Think he wants more,” you said as Osamu moaned against your clit.

“Lube?” Rintarou asked, looking up at you. You pointed at Osamu’s bedside table.

“Top drawer,” you said. Osamu wrapped his lips around your swollen nub, sucking harshly. You yelped, digging your fingernails into his stomach.

“Baby, come help me,” Rintarou said, kneeling between Osamu’s legs. You slowly crawled off of Osamu, knees shaking.

“What am I doing?” You asked, kneeling next to Osamu.

“I want you to prep him,” Rintarou said, handing you the lube.

“Me?” You asked. Rintarou nodded and moved next to you.

“I want you to stretch him out for my cock,” Rintarou said, tilting your chin towards him. “Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yes,” you breathed as Rintarou leaned in. He kissed you softly.

“That’s my good girl,” he mumbled, kissing you again. You pulled away, breathlessly. You crawled between Osamu’s legs.

“Fuck, someone do something,” Osamu whined, thrusting his hips up. Rintarou pushed his hips down.

“No whining,” Rintarou said. “Before I gag you.”

“I think you should gag him anyway,” you said, smearing lube over Osamu’s tight hole. Osamu moaned loudly as you traced his rim. You slowly pushed a single finger past the ring of muscle.

“Fuck, baby,” Osamu moaned, throwing his head back and arching his back. You smiled as you curled your finger against his prostate. Osamu cried out, fisting the sheets beneath him.

“Don’t tease him too much, sweetie,” Rintarou said. “We don’t want him to cum just yet.”

“He’s so tight,” you said, twisting your finger. “Are you sure he’ll be able to take you?”

“Don’t worry,” Rintarou said. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around Osamu’s purpling cock. “He’ll be begging for my cock by the time you’re finished.”

You slowly added another finger.

“‘m gonna cum, Rin, fuck,” Osamu moaned as Rintarou pumped his cock. You prodded at his prostate and his eyes rolled back. “Please, please, wanna cum, need to cum!”

“Uh-uh, Daddy,” Rintarou said, wrapping his fingers around the base of Osamu’s cock, stopping him from cumming. “Not until I’m in you.” Rintarou looked down at you, scissoring your fingers in and out of Osamu. “Cock ring?”

You shook your head. “Never needed one,” you said.

“I’m ordering one as soon as possible,” Rintarou said. “Do you have a ribbon or anything?”

“Check my bedside table,” you said.

“More, please, baby,” Osamu begged. You added a third finger. Rintarou shuffled around in your drawers before pulling out a silky, pink ribbon that had previously been used to tie your wrists. Rintarou carefully tied it around the base of Osamu’s cock.

“Does that feel okay, baby?” Rintarou asked. Osamu nodded. “You look so pretty in pink, Daddy.”

Rintarou leaned down, pressing a kiss to the angry, dark pink tip of Osamu’s cock. His tongue poked out, teasing the metal barbell that went through Osamu’s tip.

“Rin, baby, please,” Osamu choked as you twisted your fingers. “Need ya t’ fuck me.”

“You want my cock, Daddy?” Rintarou cooed, twisting his hand around Osamu’s cock.

“Yes, please, I need it!” Osamu begged. “Need ya t’ fill me up, Rin.”

“Baby,” Rintarou said, ignoring Osamu. “You wanna sit on Daddy’s cock while he takes my cock? See how long he lasts before he’s crying?”

You nodded, pulling your fingers out and wiping them on the sheets. “Which way do you want me, Rin?”

Rintarou thought for a moment.

“Why don’t you face Daddy? That way we can both see him cry,” Rintarou said. “And I don’t want your cute face distracting me while I’m pounding Daddy’s ass.”

You straddled Osamu’s hips, sandwiching his cock between your folds. Osamu let out a soft moan as you rubbed against his throbbing cock.

“Don’t tease,” Rintarou said, pinching your thigh. You pouted, but slowly sank down on Osamu’s cock with a long moan.

“Wait, Rin,” you said, reaching back to grab his arm. “I wanna see you fuck him.”

“Already filming, sweetie,” Rintarou said. He leaned forward and kissed your cheek. “I know you, Y/n-baby.”

“For the love of all things holy, please!” Osamu cried. “Please fuck me, I need it!”

“Fine,” Rintarou said. You gasped as he snapped his hips, shaking the entire bed frame. Osamu’s cock jumped inside you, throbbing against your walls. All three of you moaned lowly.

“R-Rin,” Osamu stuttered, eyes rolling back.

“F-Fuck, Samu,” Rintarou moaned. “So fucking tight around my cock.”

Rintarou tilted your head, kissing you roughly. His teeth clashed against yours and his tongue searched every inch of your mouth.

“Rin,” you breathed. He pulled back, biting your lower lip as he did.

“Pass that on,” he said. You nodded, leaning down and kissing Osamu just as passionately as Rintarou slowly thrusted into Osamu.

You carefully matched his pace, bouncing on Osamu’s cock. Osamu moaned and grabbed your hips.

“Samu,” you moaned as he squeezed your hips.

“Harder,” Osamu moaned. You didn’t know who he was talking to but both you and Rintarou moved faster. You took him deeper, until his cock was threatening to punch through your cervix and Rintarou grabbed Osamu’s hips, pulling him into his thrusts.

You reached down, rubbing your clit faster the closer you got to cumming.

“Not, not gonna last,” Osamu whined. “Please, need t’ cum.”

“Not yet, Daddy,” Rintarou said. “Not until baby cums.”

You slowed your fingers on your clit. Osamu whined.

“Cum on my cock, please, baby,” Osamu begged, pressing his fingers into your flesh. “Please, I’ll do anything ya want.”

“Anything?” You asked. Osamu nodded furiously. “I want you to cry for us, Daddy.”

You pulled your fingers away from your clit and braced your hands against Osamu’s stomach, rolling your hips and clenching around his cock.

“Ah, fuck!” Osamu cried. He let go of your hips and reached up, grabbing the headboard. The wood creaked under the force of his grip. “Please just let me cum, please, please!”

“You heard her,” Rintarou said. “Just cry for us and then she’ll cum.”

Osamu breathed deeply as tears welled up in his eyes.

“Baby, please,” he whimpered, looking at you with teary, blue eyes. “Please, I need ya t’ cum around my cock.”

You hummed as your walls fluttered around him. Your orgasm was barely being held back as your legs and arms shook. Fire burned through your veins as you bit your lip.

“Fuck, baby,” Osamu moaned as tears ran down his cheeks.

“Daddy,” you moaned as you came. You rubbed your clit slowly as you squirted around Osamu’s cock, drawing your orgasm out. Your legs shook as you fell forward against Osamu’s chest. Rintarou reached up, untying the ribbon with one hand.

“Oh, fuck,” Osamu moaned as his hot cum flooded your walls.

“Fuck, gonna fill you up, Daddy,” Rintarou moaned. His thrusts jostled you, forcing you to bounce on Osamu’s cock. You moaned softly, burying your face in Osamu’s neck as his cum was forced out of you.

Rintarou grunted loudly and froze before he collapsed next to you and Osamu.

“Fuck,” Rintarou breathed. “Give me a minute and I’ll clean you two up.”

You hummed as Osamu wrapped his arms around you.

“Take yer time,” Osamu mumbled. The three of you sat in silence, all trying to catch your breath.

“I’ll run a bath,” Rintarou said, rolling out of bed. He walked into the bathroom.

“He’s already fitting in with us,” you said, looking up at Osamu.

“Was there any question?” Osamu asked. You smiled at him.

“Just didn’t think it would be this easy,” you said. “I mean, we’re adding a whole other person to our relationship.”

“If it was anyone else, I wouldn’t be able to do it,” he said. “But Rin… he makes everything feel… not complete, we weren’t incomplete, but he makes everything feel more.”

“I get what you mean,” you said. “He makes us new. Everything is different now.”

Osamu nodded. “Exactly.”

Rintarou popped around the bathroom door. “Bath’s ready.”

You and Osamu both walked on wobbly legs to the bathtub. Rintarou wiped both of you clean before helping you into the bath.

Once all three of you were in, you climbed into Rintarou’s lap and leaned on his shoulder.

“I love you, Rin,” you mumbled, kissing his neck.

“I love you, too, sweetie,” he said, holding you close to him.

“Ya are too cute,” Osamu said, smiling at both of you. “I love ya two.”

You smiled softly.

“I love you, too,” you said.

“Only me?” Osamu asked.

“Only you,” you said. Rintarou playfully pinched your side. “Only you, too.”

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[jcwriting]

There’s A First Time For Everything

summary ↬ namjoon has never had a blowjob before. you’re about to change that.

pairing ↬ idol!namjoon x reader

genre ↬ smut, pwp (im not kidding there is zero plot to this), fluff, (new) established relationship 

word count ↬ 2.8k

warnings ↬ swearing, oral (m receiving), face fucking, choking, reader has a painful thigh kink (don’t we all), overuse of the word thigh

authors note ↬ listen,,,,i saw that picture of namjoon in shorts (you know the one) and i just,,,lost it. also, this is my first time posting fic for bts and im shitting bricks about it so pls be nice to me!!!!! i hope you enjoy this quick (thirsty) little ode to namjoon’s thighs. pls let me know what you think!

also, the gif above haunts me. everyday. okay, enjoy.

“I want to give you a blowjob.”

Namjoon choked on the swig of water he had just taken. The two of you were watching TV. Actually, Namjoon was watching TV. You were sitting on the floor at the coffee table with your laptop out to answer some work emails. But, you were distracted. Specifically by Namjoon’s shorts. More specifically, Namjoon’s thighs in said shorts. The smooth golden skin was begging for your lips and your fingers itched to scratch your nails down to his knees. Then, your eyes naturally glided further up to the apex of his thighs. Where you knew his cock was resting. Again, just begging to be in your mouth. The thought of your jaw and throat aching while he lost it above you consumed your mind. All hope was lost then.

“You…um. Sorry. You want to do that?”

You cocked your head to the side. “Uh, yeah. Wait, did you want me to ask? I’ll ask. Can I give you a blowjob? Please?”

Namjoon chuckled. “No, no. You don’t have to ask. It’s just, y’know, are you sure?”

“Yes,” you said slowly. What was he not getting? “Do you not want one?”

“No! No, oh my god. I want that. I definitely want that. That’s not the issue.”

“Then, what is?”

Namjoon blew out a breath that fluttered the hair that rested on his forehead. He cupped the back of his neck and rubbed awkwardly. “I’ve never had someone do that to me before. So-”

“What?” You would have been less shocked if he had told you that he was a closeted furry. The two of you had only been dating for about a month so the in-depth what things did your ex do in bed conversation hadn’t been fully fleshed out yet. You knew he had lost his virginity to his previous girlfriend and they had had a healthy sex life, so you had just assumed that him receiving oral was part of that. Yet…this man, this absolute Adonis of a man had never gotten his cock sucked? It was the most absurd thing you had ever heard in your life. “Hold on. You had a girlfriend before me, right? She didn’t go down on you? Ever?”

Namjoon looked like he wanted the couch to swallow him whole but you barely noticed. You were too busy experiencing the shock of your fucking life. “I did. But she - uh, no. She didn’t want to and I didn’t want to pressure her.”

Your heart melted a little before you shut your laptop. Healthy sex life your ass. You were sucking this mans dick and that was final. “I’m going to give you a blowjob, Namjoon. Right now.” You turned to him and began crawling forward. His eyes flew to your ass that swayed in the air and he audibly swallowed. “If you don’t want me to then you need to tell me within the next thirty seconds.”

“Oh God,” he whimpered and spread his legs a little wider. You were salivating. “Yes. As long as you’re sure-” Whatever he was going to say was cut off by a heavy groan as your hands slid up his thighs. Finally, you smiled to yourself as you bent your fingers and allowed your nails to dig into the meat of his inner thigh.

“I have a thing for your thighs,” you murmured. “Never realized I had a thigh kink until I met you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want to ride your thighs. Will you let me?”

“God, yes.” Namjoon went to reach for your arms but you batted his hands away. This wasn’t about you right now. This was about him. You reached for your hair and quickly pulled it into a sloppy bun. His eyes followed your movements and you didn’t miss how the bulge in his shorts twitched.

“I need you to tell me if I do something that you don’t like, okay? I want to make you feel good. Don’t be afraid to talk to me. If you like something, let me know. If not, then definitely let me know.” Namjoon nodded feverishly. His eyes were almost black and his chest was straining against his white top. You smirked to yourself. This was going to be fun.

Bending down, you pressed a kiss to the top of his thigh. Your mouth dragged along his skin and you relished in the way he quivered beneath you. Following the seam of his leg before doing the same on the other. Nails pressed little crescent moons into his flesh before your thumbs smoothed over the marks. Your nose lifted the loose material of his shorts up to his hips and skimmed the exposed areas as your tongue reached out to flick the little freckle that found a home on his hip before you set your sights on his dick that was straining for you. Lips that had previously kissed his skin now moved to the fabric that jailed his heavy cock. Sitting back, your thumb traced the underside of his dick softly before you barely brushed over the head. The cotton dragged against your finger and Namjoon huffed loudly before lifting his hips further into your touch.

“Don’t tease.” Namjoon’s voice had lowered a few octaves and the deep tone had you clenching your thighs. His hands fisted the pillows next to him and you could feel the restraint he was exacting on himself through the trembling of his muscles.

“I’m not,” you promised. “I’m just making sure you’re ready.”

“I am. Swear to God.”

Unable to keep the smile off your face, you nodded and reached for the waistband of his shorts. He lifted his hips and helped you shove the material to his ankles. That was when you realized two things.

One, he was right. His cock laid thick and proud on his stomach and was weeping for you. He was of average length but his girth let you know that were going to struggle to fit him in your mouth. The thought only made you shiver in delight. A phantom pain panged in your gut when you took in the slight curve of the head, knowing it was going to hit everything you needed.

Second, he had the prettiest cock you had ever seen. You never thought dicks were pretty. In fact, you were pretty resolute on that thought. Most likely due to the disgusting amount of unsolicited dick pics you had received in your life. But, Namjoon’s?  You wanted to take a picture, frame it and admire it whenever you wanted to. The skin that stretched around his width was a shade darker than the rest of him and his cock head, a pretty red color, made you want to see how far down you could get the flush to go.

You wrapped your hand around his length and twisted up. Namjoon’s back arched off the couch and a string of curses fell off of his lips. Your thumb collected the glistening pre-cum on his tip and used it to smooth your palm over him.

“I normally don’t say this,” you said as you became infatuated with the vein that ran along the underside of his cock, “but if you want to send me a dick pic, I definitely won’t complain. Like, ever.”

“B-baby, I’ll give you whatever you want. Just keep doing what you’re doing.” Namjoon moaned, throwing his head back when your thumb pressed against the delicate skin that resided under the his mushroom tip.

You giggled lightly. “So sensitive. I’ve barely even started.”

Namjoon opened his mouth to say something but you didn’t give him a chance. You licked the vein that had caught your eye earlier and followed it to the top before enveloping the head of him into the heat of your mouth. You relished the broken groan that he let out. Several kitten licks were placed on his weeping slit before taking him deeper. You worked slowly, gauging his reaction as you took him further. He responded well, panting and moaning in encouragement, head still thrown back against the couch.

“You can look at me, you know,” you reminded him as he popped out of your mouth. Kisses were mouthed over the soft skin that was wrapped around the steel of his erection. Your hand used your spit as lube to tug him harder.

“Can’t,” Namjoon gasped. “Gonna blow my load if I watch you.”

“That’s kind of the whole point.”

“Not yet,” he whined. “I don’t want this to be over.”

You pinched his hip until he met your gaze, offering him a sweet smile. “This isn’t going to be the last time I get on my knees for you, baby.” You held his wide-eyed stare as you took him back into your mouth. Ignoring how his hands seemed to flutter around you, unsure of what to touch, you focused on sliding him further into your mouth. Then, you sucked hard, using your tongue to lave at the warm skin.

Namjoon lost it above you. He released a strangled moan that caused your core to absolutely gush. One hand finally tangled into your hair and the other gripped your shoulder with warning, which you ignored. You merely sucked and pulled harder. Namjoon’s hips flexed, causing the tip of him to slam into the back of your throat. Not expecting it, you couldn’t help but cough around him as your eyes watered.

“Oh, God! I’m so sorry.” Namjoon used the hand on your shoulder to yank you off. His thumbs wiped at the tears that trickled down your cheeks, the concern etched across his face made you feel warm inside. “Shit, are you okay?”

“I am, promise,” you assured him. “Just give me a second, okay?”

He nodded while pushing back some of your hair that had escaped your sloppy up-do. You gently removed his hands before looking down at his length that was still clutched in yours. As much as he had shocked you, the thought of him fucking your face was not something you shied away from. Really, it was exactly what you wanted. But you needed to prep a bit first.

When you took him back in your mouth, you focused on relaxing the muscles in your throat. Breathing deeply through your nose, you slowly worked yourself further down until your nose was pressed into the base of him. Spit trickled out of your mouth and over his balls as you pulled back. You did this a few more times, working past your gag reflex and allowing your throat to get used to the intrusion.

Namjoon was anything but quiet as you deep throated him. It was honestly the sexiest thing you had ever heard. While your past lovers hadn’t necessarily been quiet, the praises Namjoon kept raining on you and the beautiful noises he made were music to your ears. Your body certainly agreed. Your cunt ached to be filled and the fabric of your panties was soaked through. But, you ignored your needs and focused on the panting man before you.

“Okay,” you nodded as you popped him out of your mouth. “I’m ready.”

It took Namjoon’s brain a few seconds to process what you said. He shifted restlessly on the couch cushions as you ran your hands over his thighs. “Huh? W-what did you say?”

“I’m ready for you to fuck my face.”

His pupils were blown wide as he stared at you with an open mouth. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What if I want it to hurt?” You stared at him while purring the words that was his undoing. Namjoon’s eyes got impossibly darker as his chest expanded with a sharp intake of breath. He spread his legs wider and gently held the back of your head as he guided you down his shaft. You held eye contact with him as he cautiously raised his hips to meet your lips. Once he saw no signs of distress from you, he began thrusting more consistently as you bobbed your head to match his rhythm.

His steady movements didn’t last long but it didn’t bother you. You were more than happy to take over for him. Like you said, this wasn’t going to be the last time you worshipped his cock. The two of you had plenty of time to figure things out. Plus, knowing how much you clearly affected him gave you all the motivation you needed.

Your throat began to tense up again so you focused your attentions on his sensitive head and let your hands twist up to your mouth and back down. The sounds of your palm gliding along his slick skin and your lips sucking tightly filled the spacious living room. They were nearly drowned out by Namjoon, though.

“Baby, oh f-fuck…shit,” he keened loud and hard when your other hand moved to brush over his swollen balls. You cupped them gently and rolled them between your fingers. Even as he was practically thrashing against you, hips thrusting in an aimless rhythm, the hand he had originally placed on the back of your head remained there. He applied no pressure, allowing you to set the pace, but it also seemed to ground him. To remind him that this wasn’t a dream.

“M’gonna cum. Baby…baby, I’m gonna cum. Soon, oh God,” he babbled. You appreciated the warning but you didn’t need it. He was twitching wildly in your mouth and your tongue was coated with the salty essence of his pre-cum. In response, you ran your index finger on that sensitive spot behind his balls and that’s when Namjoon exploded.

Thick ropes of white shot down your throat, causing you to almost gag. Instead, you swallowed past the reflex and took as much as you could. By the fourth stream, a bit had managed to slip past the suction of your mouth and dribble down his cock. You were quick to clean up, licking at the mess the both of you had made before returning to his tip. You suckled the sensitive head until Namjoon practically shoved you away from him.

When you looked up you were met with a glorious sight. Namjoon was completely fucked out, twitching against the couch and his broad chest heaving for air. Sweat beaded his sharp jaw line and trickled down the column of his throat. His face was tilted towards the ceiling and his hair was haphazardly pushed off of his forehead. He looked completely ruined and entirely yours.

“Was that good?” You asked softly as you rose to your feet, ignoring the sharp ache in your knees. Namjoon made an unintelligible sound in the back of his throat that you took as a resounding yes. He cracked his eyes open and looked at you with such adoration you couldn’t help but blush.

“Really?” He murmured. “Don’t get shy on me now. You can’t just suck the life out of me one second and then start blushing like a school girl immediately after.”

“It’s called duality,” you muttered as your cheeks flushed darker. Namjoon snorted and reached for you, pulling you onto his lap. His spent cock nestled between your thighs and his eyes rolled back into his head when he felt the simmering heat through the fabric of your shorts.

“I need five minutes. Then, I swear to God, I’m going to eat you out like you deserve.”

Giggling, you wrapped your arms around his neck, playing with the strands of hair at the base of his neck. “You don’t have to. This wasn’t a quid pro quo situation. I gave you a blowjob because I wanted to. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“It’s either you give me five minutes so that I can eat you out or ten minutes so I can fuck you into next week. You decide.”

His determination brought a smile to your face until you took in the purple bags under his eyes and how his eyelids kept drooping lower and lower. “How about a nap first, hm? I’ll decide after you get some sleep.”

Namjoon looked like he wanted to protest but you kissed him instead. His argument clearly wasn’t that strong because when you pulled away he was nodding in resignation. You helped him pull up his shorts and squealed when he lifted you up into his arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you let him carry you into the bedroom and wrap the both of you up in the comforter. You hadn’t planned on sleeping with him, wanting to get more work done while he slept. But the faint scent of his aftershave and the soft way he caressed your spine could lull an insomniac to sleep. Who were you to refuse?

“Wake me up when you decide,” Namjoon whispered into your hair. You nodded against his chest, and within minutes the two of you slipped into a deep slumber. Happy and content.

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