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quintessencewrites · 1 year

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Nobody Gets Me

Riri Williams x fwb!reader

How am I supposed to tell ya?

I don't wanna see you with anyone but me

Nobody gets me like you

Warnings: 18+! smut, implied smut, nudity, explicit language, slightly toxic!Riri, fluff eventually

Word Count: 2.7k+

Tags: @yvxmpire @zestgodtj @k3nn3dyxo @mlmilani @letitias-favv @doms-fav @sweetalittleselfish-honey @g4yforu @remwritess @widowmakker @becauseimswagman1 @iloveours @dayjlovesromance @zayswriting @inmyheadimobsessed

A/N: Super special, super heartfelt shoutout to @k3nn3dyxo for thinking up this concept <3 I just put it to words. Inspired by the song Nobody Gets Me by SZA from her SOS Album. I've had this song on repeat, so of course I had to do my own take on it.

“Alright, y/n, I’ll see you?”

I’d barely finished wiping the cum off my inner thigh before she stood to grab her pants and slide them back up the legs that were shaking for me just moments ago.

“Do you have to go? Like right now?”

A sigh rolled off her lips, “Y/n, baby, we talked about this.”

I ignored the stinging statement. “We can watch a movie. Cuddle? Aftercare? Give me something.”

Her gaze darted to the watch on her wrist before continuing to search the room for her brassiere. “Nah, I got a date in twenty minutes, y/n. I still gotta go wash your scent off me so Serenity don’t trip.”

Nude bra in hand, she pulls the straps onto her toned arms and attempts to clasp the garment.

“That one’s mine, Ri.”

She looks down at the bra, too large for her B-cups, and shrugs, stripping from it. “Whatever, I’m going back to my dorm anyway. I’ll just grab another.”

My back rests against the headboard as I watch her continue to dress, tears threatening to spill from my ducts. My pride won’t let them run over; she won’t see me cry over her.

This had been our arrangement for months. And we had talked about it. Multiple times, actually, and talking turned to screaming and doors slamming and texts going unanswered for days until she showed up at my doorstep and fucked me into accepting her apology.

“We work too well as friends,” she had told me, three fingers deep and speaking through my moans. “We don’t wanna jeopardize that by putting a label on it, right baby?” She could’ve gotten me to agree to anything at that moment, as she coaxed the orgasm out of my sore pussy.

So we agreed to be friends who fucked. The agreement was more Riri’s than my own, but that’s what it was. She dated multiple people on the side and too often ended those dates by coming to my dorm to get what they hadn’t given her, before leaving to repeat the cycle.

My little black book was empty. I couldn’t bring myself to see anyone else. Nobody made me feel the way Riri did. She sent butterflies swarming in my stomach. We would work as a couple and I know we would, but she wasn’t willing to give us a chance.

Fully dressed, nix a bra, Ri stepped back over to my bed to plant a kiss on my forehead. I refused to look at her, eyes stone-clad on the television mounted on the adjacent wall.

“Hey,” she whispered so gently it tugged at my heartstrings. Her hand gripped my chin and dragged my gaze back to her too-pretty features. “Don’t be like that. I’ll text you after, okay?”

She didn’t even give me time to answer, placing a gentle peck on my lips and walking out of the door.

My figure was frozen in that spot for several minutes, not wanting what just happened to really be over.

I turned over in my sheets, feeling the wetness soaked down to the mattress. “Goddammit, Riri.”

As I strip the bed, the memory of my clean linen awaiting me in the dryer a few doors down came to play. That’s how I’d run into Riri in the first place. A disgruntled groan left my lips at the realization that I’d have to leave my room to retrieve my laundry, assuming someone hadn’t stolen it after all these hours.

The oversized Reptar slippers from the Rugrats collection squeaked with each step I took. The laundry room was plunged into darkness when I arrived and the flicking of the light switch disrupted my entire world.

Ignorance truly was bliss.

Riri.

Serenity; seated atop a washing machine, back turned towards me.

Ri, fingers furiously making contact with Serenity’s cunt, catching my eyes when I’d turned on the light.

The two of us holding the record for the world’s quickest staring contest, my gape full of shock and heartbreak, her’s indistinguishable.

I break away first, rushing out and leaving Riri to her vices.

Back in my room, underneath my Riri-scented covers is where I spent the night. The tears finally made a promise out of their threat and poured down my face. The convictions hit me hard through the hours of darkness.

I wasn’t stupid; our deal was clear. We weren’t in a relationship and Riri was allowed to sex with whomever she wanted, as was I. Though in the back of my head, I knew I wasn’t her only, I’d sure as hell hoped.

Sleep overcame me at some point and during it, my hopes washed away.

By the time I awoke, the sun was high in the sky, warming my skin through the open blinds.

What time was it?

Well past noon, my phone displayed. My first and second classes of the day were but a faint memory now.

The LED screen also presented a number of missed texts and calls from Riri herself.

‘Y/n, open the door, baby.’

‘You weren’t supposed to see that.’

‘You ignoring me?’

‘So you skipping classes now?

‘I’m not playing these games with you.’

The last call from her was only 18 minutes ago. My fingers were itching to press her name, listen to the line trill, and hear her apologies.

An incoming call placed those plans on hold.

“Amari, hey!”

“Y/n. wassup? You good?”

The girl’s voice had a calming effect, the baritone doing something to me.

She spoke again, “You never miss class. Everything straight?”

Nah, nothing was straight. “Ye-yeah, um, I just had a nightmare. I overslept. ”

Flashbacks of Serenity moaning Riri’s name drowned my thoughts.

Honestly, had it not been for my false hopes and holding out for Riri, Amari would've been able to call me hers. She never hid her attraction for me, regardless of how many times it went unrequited. We shared a major and her beautiful presence made itself known in every class I had this semester.

“Oh, ight. I was just missing my signature y/n smile this morning.”

Her words managed to pull that smile from me. “You’ll see it, next class. Does that makeup for it?”

“Nah, y/n it doesn't. I already started my day off wrong. I can't wait that long.” I can hear her pearly white grin through the receiver. “How bout I stop by?” Amari continues. “I got the notes you missed and I’ll bring food. Consider it a late-lunch date?”

Date…if Riri could, then so would I. “A date it is. I’ll see you in 20?”

The Devil Wears Prada played in the background, drowned out by Amari’s laughter. The handsome chuckle that came from her lips warmed my stomach. “Wait, wait, wait. How the hell did you end up on your ass again?”

My smile mirrored hers. “I told you already, dude. I was a dancer; I was trying to do a high kick in a long-ass skirt and the skirt swept my other foot from under me. Down I went.”

“How long ago was this?”

Silence filled the room. My attention returned to the lo mein in front of me, sliding off the chopsticks held poorly in my hands.

“Y/n, baby girl, when was this?”

The pet name didn’t go unnoticed, but my shame overshadowed my giddiness. Shaking my head slowly, I whispered my response, “Last week…”

Amari was doubled over, captivated by her giggles. “You’re so eccentric.”

“Girl,” I started, laughter spilling from my own tongue. “Just because you call me weird with a pretty word, don’t mean you didn’t just call me weird.”

“A pretty word for a pretty girl, nah?”

Whew, if the blush rose any faster, I would’ve fainted. “Am I the pretty girl?” I teased, curious about her comeback.

“Other than me, you the only other girl in here, and I know I’m pretty fine. I tell myself that every day.”

“You cocky bitch,” my stomach is cramping and tears are streaming, the chuckles engulfing me.

“Anyways, I don’t get to tell you that every day. Tell you that I think you’re a pretty girl,” she states with a lick of her lips, spreading the warmth in my stomach. Amari leans forward, eyes locked on mine. My body mimics her actions until we’re both just inches away.

“I’d kind of like to kiss a pretty girl right now if that’s okay?”

The words are lodged in my throat, and at that moment, Riri doesn’t even cross my mind. Amari is here, she’s with me right now, and she wants me. “Yes,” I breathe out. “Yes, it’s okay.”

No hesitation is present in Amari’s features when she leans further to press her lips against mine, and I oblige.

Her mouth is so soft, I sink in, throwing a hand onto the bed to catch myself. Though distracted by the kiss herself, Amari grabs hold of my hips and pulls me to straddle her lap. My legs fit perfectly around her and I settle into my new place.

Our tongues swim together, fighting one another until Amari takes dominance and I follow her lead.

Moans escape me and she swallows them up. Our notes and Chinese food are long forgotten; we’re only craving each other. Her touch is everywhere, struggling with a place to satisfy. Without separating our lips, I take her hands and place them on my hips. As if on instinct, her thumbs hook into my waistband and start to drag them down, nails dragging on my skin as well.

The air surrounding us is thick and hot, as are my thoughts. Amari peels my shirt from my body, releasing my braless nipples to perk up at the feeling of her on me.

A pounding on my door tears us apart, chests heaving hard, lungs working overtime to catch the breath we’d lost over each other.

I don’t pull my eyes away from Amari and she keeps hers locked in on me. “Do you need to get that?”

I shake my head so quickly, the room spins. “No,” I respond, licking my lips, begging them to not go dry.

Thankfully, the gorgeous girl doesn’t need me to repeat myself. Her head dips, finding a new place in my neck and the kisses turn hot and aggressive. Bites litter my skin, promising to be evidence of this rendezvous. Amari’s shirt is off and thrown into a corner, allowing my hands to caress her through the black sports bra she adorned.

“Oh, Ri.” The moan flees me, loudly before I catch it. “You’ve never called me that before, baby girl,” Amari breathes into my neck, causing a giggle in response.

The thumping on my dorm door becomes a banging. “Let me get it. I’ll send whoever it is away and we can finish what we started.” Amari offers, already standing and giving me no time to protest.

Her long legs reach the entrance in two strides. Riri is standing in the doorway, small body filled to the brim with anger. Her eyes barely acknowledge Amari, but they lock onto me. My topless figure, still exposed to the air, retreated back like a child about to receive a scolding.

She finally turns to Amari, now leaning against the frame. “Bounce,” Riri seethes.

“Excuse me?” the taller girl’s brows are drawn high, probably in shock at Riri’s anger and disrespect.

Riri’s gaze returns to me, though her words are meant for Amari. “Leave. Me and y/n need to talk.”

Amari follows Riri’s stare to my pathetic posture. “Y/n”?

All I can offer up is a half-assed smile. “You should go. I’ll call you later.”

With a single nod, Amari retrieves her shirt and books and exits the room, bumping past Riri as she does. Ri takes this chance to invite herself in, slamming the door behind her.

In a few steps, she’s seated at the foot of my bed, eyes trying so hard to tell me something her mouth wasn’t. We sit in silence, neither of us wanting to be the first to speak.

Suddenly, a dry smile spreads from cheek to cheek. “You fucking other bitches, but moaning my name?”

I roll my eyes to the heavens, knowing she hates when I do. “It’s her name too, Riri.”

“Mm,” she hums. “I missed you today in uh - three classes.”

“You didn’t have Serenity to keep you company?”

Ri sucks her teeth at my pettiness. “Nah, but it looks like you wasn’t sitting up here worried too much about me and Serenity.”

Her words almost burn me. The horniness originally present in my veins has turned to anger. Riri doesn’t get to be jealous, but she sure as hell could be as hurt as I was last night.

I push the blanket aside, dropping to all fours to crawl over to Riri. “I wasn’t. I was about to get fucked, good too. Until you interrupted it.”

She doesn’t speak, eyes fixated on me and my partially naked body. “What do you want Ri? You get to have Serenity moaning your name and cumming on your hand and I’m just supposed to sit around and wait for it to be my turn?”

As angry as I was trying to stay, her face falling at my words almost melt away my hard demeanor. Her eyes are now readable, sadness displayed on them like a teleprompter.

“You can’t have your cake and eat it too, Riri. If you’re having sex with other people, so can I. Matter of fact, how about you have sex with who you want and I have sex with who I want and we stop having sex with each other.”

That gets her attention, and her voice vibrates the room. “How am I supposed to let you go?”

I’m ready to interrupt, but her next words silence me. “I don’t wanna see you with anyone but me, y/n. Okay? I-I’m not mature enough to be able to watch you do to me the wrong I do to you.”

Tears cover her features. “I love you, y/n. I have a shitty way of showing it, but I’m a coward. I’m too afraid to have my heart broken the way I must be breaking yours.”

I don’t even notice my own tears begin to streak my face. “Seeing you cry makes it worse, baby. Come here,” she welcomes, patting her lap, and inviting me to sit.

Acceptance is granted and I take a seat, allowing her to pull me close. “I only like myself when I’m with you, y/n. I should’ve stayed to cuddle. To play in your hair or something. Anything.”

“I bet you tell Serenity the same thing,” I declare, still feeling petty. Riri sighs a deep, tired sound. “I kicked Serenity to the curb, baby.”

The shock in my features is hard to hide. “Why?”

She rests her head against my bare breasts, eyes staring intensely into mine. “Nobody gets me like you.”

My smile fights to return, “You’re so damn corny.” Riri’s grin coaxes mine out.

“Corny but I mean it, y/n. Please, start from scratch with me. Give me a chance to do it right.” She bites her bottom lip, anticipating my answer.

“Do it right how?” I challenge.

“Take you on dates,” Ri kisses my hand.

“Cuddle you while we watch movies,” a kiss on my shoulder.

“Aftercare after every time I make you cum so hard, you lose your ability to form a legible sentence,” her lips touch my neck, exposing her vision to Amari’s love bites.

“Ugh,” Riri starts, but my expression is enough to stop her short.

“How about you start now?” I suggest.

When she smiles, it reaches her eyes and lights up her whole face. She nods and takes a handful of my breast, guiding my nipple to her warm mouth. It felt good when it was Amari, but it feels right with Riri.

“Mm, Ri,” I draw out, sucking in a hiss when she grins with my nipple between her teeth.

"Yeah, I knew you were moaning my name, baby" her stupid, arrogant voice rings out.

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missgurrl · 1 year

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Hoofprints - Chapter 1

Summary: You are the live-in stable hand at Peña Ranch. What happens when the owner of the ranch’s son, Javier, comes back to town? Will you finally be able to open yourself up to love and trust after being hurt?

Word count: 1346

A/N: This is my first try at an actual fic! Kind words and constructive feedback welcome. Every like, reblog, and comment is appreciated and I am happy to add you to a taglist❤️

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There is something so peaceful about being the first one in the barn at the start of a new day. The sun was just barely peaking over the horizon when you grabbed a bale of hay to start feeding out to the horses. You had been at this job for a little over a year now and were satisfied with your steady routine.

Two years before you landed this job, you wondered if you would ever be happy again. You felt as if your world crumbled at the snap of someone’s fingers. That someone was your ex-fiance. When he cheated on you 3 months before your wedding date, you knew you had to get away. It didn’t need to be far, but you did need a fresh start. After some much needed TLC and spending time healing from your heartbreak at your parents’ house, you found a job listing on Craigslist of all places. A stablehand was needed in a town called Laredo - about an hour from you. It was the perfect opportunity because not only would you be able to live on the property rent free, but you also could bring your dog with you. As a lifetime horse rider whose dreams had been hindered due to finances growing up, you were eager to accept the position.

You bonded with the owner of the ranch, Chucho, and felt as if you knew him your whole life. He was friendly and caring, but also had a no-nonsense attitude which you appreciated. Many days were spent in the saddle with light chit chat and laughter along Chucho. He always invited you into his home for dinner and asked if you wanted to tag along for his weekly trip to the feed store. You could sense his loneliness, probably because you were no stranger to loneliness yourself. He talked about “his boy” and how he was off “fighting the bad guys” in Colombia often. You could see how proud he was of him by the gleam in his eyes.

It had been a long day in the Texas sun. A herd of cows got out on your lunch break and Chucho was nowhere to be found, so you had to wrangle them back into their pasture by yourself. Thankfully you had your cattle dog Gizmo and trusty horse Whiskey to help, though. Once you were done with afternoon chores all you could think about was taking a cool shower to wash the sweat and grime of today’s work off you.

After your shower, you changed into a sports bra and soft athletic shorts. You left your hair wet since the only thing calling your name tonight was your ceiling fan and a new movie you picked up yesterday from Blockbuster. Tonight was the night that Chucho met with the Agricultural Society, so you turned the burner on to make a simple grilled cheese.

The sound of knocking on your door startled you since you thought you were the only one on the ranch. Gizmo barked as you made your way over to the screen door.

Standing before you was the face of a man you had never met before, but he did look oddly familiar. He was wearing a pair of aviators along with tight jeans and a pink button-up shirt. He had dark, thick hair, a mustache, and was holding a casserole dish with tinfoil over it. You audibly gulped before putting a smile on your face to greet him, hoping he didn’t notice the way you were looking at him.

“Hey, I’m Javier. My pop wanted me to bring you dinner since he has his meeting tonight” he said. He reached his free hand out to you but couldn't pull his eyes away from looking at you up and down from behind his sunglasses.

Duh. This is Javi. He’s even more handsome in person.

You gave Javier your name and thanked him for walking your dinner over to your modest guest house. He took his sunglasses off and stuck them in his shirt pocket, and you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his dark eyes were.

“Well, enjoy your dinner” he said while shifting his balance from his heel to his toe.

“Did you eat yet?!” you blurted out before thinking.

“Uh, no I haven’t” he replied with a tilt of his head. You stepped aside to let him in and then realized what you were wearing. Feeling self-conscious, you told Javier to take a seat and that you’d be right back. You hurried to your room and scrambled to find a pale blue tank top to throw over your sports bra and threw your hair into a messy bun.

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting company tonight or else I wouldn’t have looked like this” you said, avoiding his gaze while you grabbed two plates and utensils from your cupboard.

God, this is so awkward. Act normal!

Javier cleared his throat and said, “You’re fine. My pops wasn’t even expecting me. Called him from the airport last minute this morning for a ride,” he chuckled.

The awkwardness in the room seemed to dissipate when you both found something to talk about.

“Oh wow, I bet he was so excited to see you, though. He talks about you all the time,” you said with a smile on your face as you sat down across from him at the table.

Javier looked up at you and grinned, “I’ve heard a lot about you too, ya know. He said that you’re a great worker and I think that he’s really enjoyed your company”.

You looked down at your plate with a smile on your face and muttered how nice of him that was to say.

The rest of the dinner consisted of you filling Javier in on all the updates at the ranch. You talked about how the old animals were doing as well as some of the new horses you got in during his absence. Javier admired how passionate you were about your work, and it was refreshing for him to see your enthusiasm about something so pure. After many years of Hell in Colombia, seeing your face light up while talking about the new colt Chucho got for you to train, “Beau”, almost made his heart swell. Yet, he still tried to ignore that feeling.

After finishing your dinner, you got up and took his plate to put in the sink.

“Sorry, I’ve totally been babbling on and on about these horses. I’m guessing you aren’t into this stuff as much as I am since you chose a different career path,” you apologized.

Javier shook his head and asked, “Why do you say that? I’m enjoying being filled in on everything I missed while I was gone.” He smiled again and you watched the way his chest was rising and falling. He just kept his eyes on you and suddenly you could feel all the blood rushing to your face. How was he making you feel this way? You acknowledged the fact that you hadn’t really had any experience with men since your dreaded ex-fiancé and chalked it up to that.

All you could manage was a giggle and a small “okay” in return.

The sun was starting to set for the night, so you mentioned how you had to be up early for chores and that you’d walk him to the door.

“It was nice meeting you, Javier. You’re welcome over anytime. I don’t get many visitors besides your dad” you chuckled and hoped that you weren’t being too forward. It would be nice to have another friend. If that friend was extremely attractive, well, that was just a plus… right?

“Javi. You can call me Javi,” he said softly. He took a deep breath before turning to the door. Looking over his shoulder he called your name and said, “Thanks for taking care of my pop while I was gone. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course,” you responded gently, “night Javi.”

You watched him walk back to the main house with a smile on your face.

Chapter 2

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geralt-of-baevia · 1 month

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Call It What You Want: Chapter Four

pairing: nooutbreak!joel x f!ofc (Violet Fletcher)

rating: explicit, MDNI 18+

word count: 1.7k

summary: Seeking solace from a painful breakup, Violet relocates to a tranquil town, purchasing a neglected house to renovate. In her new neighborhood, she befriends Harlow, who introduces her to Joel, a gruff and seasoned contractor with a heart of gold. Despite Joel's initial grumpiness, Violet finds herself drawn to his expertise and hidden kindness.

As Violet immerses herself in home renovations alongside Joel, their dynamic begins to shift, with Joel unexpectedly opening himself up to the possibility of love. Their budding relationship faces challenges as shadows from their pasts emerge, testing their newfound connection.

warnings/tags: fluuuuuuuff. we're getting close! what a nice slow burn it is, huh? bahahaha

a/n: okay so i know that this chapter is a small tiny baby, but I promise we're getting there! this maybe could have been at the end of chapter three, but oh well :P next chapter gets juicy. also, would anyone like to be added to a tag list? let me know!

When I woke up the next morning, I panicked a little. I couldn’t remember right away where I was, or whose bed I was in. In the comforting warmth of the bed, I sat and tried to remember where I was. Suddenly it dawned on me, I was at Joel’s. My heart started racing in my chest. I didn’t remember much of the evening before. After they gave me pain meds at the hospital, everything was a blur of images.

I got up slowly, cradling my arm with my hand until I was able to put my sling back on. The aching pain was starting to creep back and I could tell it was probably time for food and a pain pill. To my right was a black dresser, and without a second thought I went over and started opening the drawers, trying to find a new shirt to wear. The one I was currently wearing reeked of hospital. I’m sure the bedsheets did, too.

Carefully I slipped back off my sling, changed my shirt and slipped it back on. I tried to be patient with myself as a simple task like this took me longer than normal. I also changed out of my shorts, finding a pair of boxer shorts to wear. If he had an issue with me wearing his clothes, he’d have to deal with it. I also realized I wasn’t wearing a bra or underwear. A fact I was trying to not think about and put to the back of my brain.

I balled up my clothes that I had been wearing and tucked them under my good arm before venturing down the sairs. About half way down I was struck by the scent of breakfast. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until then.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs I saw Joel sitting on a couch watching something on TV, only being able to see the back of his head. To my left was the kitchen, food still warm in their pans; two empty plates on the counter. My eyes scanned the room, taking in as much as I could.

Joel’s place was very nice. Like, surprisingly nice. All of the walls were a robin’s egg green. Both the trim and the A frame ceiling were the same honey toned wood. Decorations were minimal, which is exactly what I expected from someone like him.

“Good morning,” I said a little too loudly. Joel jumped at my voice, turning around in his seat. His face lit up.

“Good morning, Violet,” he said, “how are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Hungry and sore,” I said. I watched his eyes look me up and down, noticing that I was wearing his clothes. “Oh, I hope you don’t mind. My clothes just smelled like the hospital and I was over it.”

“It’s fine, I never wear those anyhow,” he replied. I furrowed my brow, wondering if he meant just this pair or underwear in general. He got up and made his way over to me, holding out his hand to me. “I’ll take those and wash them for you. Then let’s eat.”

Joel started a load of laundry and then plated us up breakfast: eggs, sausage and toast. He took our plates to the living room area, setting them down on the coffee table.

“I hope this is enough. I would have gotten more had I known I was going to have company over,” he told me. “Come sit, make yourself comfortable and I’ll get us some coffee.”

I sat down on the black leather couch, my skin instantly sticking. I reached out and grabbed the toast off of my plate and put it in my slinged hand. With my good hand I then began to tear off the crust. I may be 30, but that didn’t mean I have to eat the worst part of bread. I tossed the useless crust back to my plate and began munching on my toast.

I looked up as Joel came with two cups of steaming coffee. He set them down on the table next to our plates.

“And lets not forget these,” he said, pulling a orange bottle of pills out of the breast pocket of his shirt. He placed them down with a rattle.

“Thank you Joel, for everything.”

He smiled. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing! We’ve known each other for like a week. And now in the last 24 hours you’ve saved my life, become my emergency contact, confirmed that we’re friends and then I slept in your bed,” I said before taking another bite of toast. Through a chew I added, “Which I don’t remember getting into if I’m being completely honest.”

“What do you remember to?” he asked.

“I was conscious until they gave me pain meds. After that it was cloudy. I kinda remember getting in your truck, but that’s it. Everything after that is a blank.”

He took a drink from his cup and set it back down. “Well, you fell asleep in the truck on the way back. Then we got here I carried you upstairs and put you to bed and I came down here and slept on the couch. That’s it.”

“I didn’t say anything embarrassing, did I? The last time I had pain meds like that for my appendix I said a lot of things I wish I wouldn’t have,” I said. He chuckled through a bite of food.

“Okay, okay. I’ll admit: you did tell me I was handsome,” he confessed, blushing a little under the scruff on his cheeks.

My cheeks followed suit, burning hot with embarrassment.

“And then after I laid down I had to google what a ‘silver fox’ was,” he said, causing me to almost choke on my coffee.

“I’m sorry, a what?” I asked. I prayed I hadn’t called him that.

“You told me I was handsome and that I was a silver fox,” he said, “so you really meant it yesterday when you said you didn’t mind I was as old as I am, huh?”

My whole body was vibrating at this point.

“Violet? Are you okay?”

I turned to look at Joel, concern on his face.

“No- no I’m fine. I just need to have a talk with drugged me. She needs to realize I’m trying to play the long game,” I replied, my heart being rapidly in my chest. Joel reached over and put a comforting hand on my knee.

“I can assure you, we will still play the long game,” he said reassuringly. I met his gaze and smirked.

“It’s just that I- I just got out of a really intense relationship and I-”

“Violet, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain anything,” he said with a warm smile, giving my knee a squeeze, “We’re going to see a lot of each other this summer so we will have plenty of time to get to know each other.”

“That’s true.”

“And honestly, it’s been a long time since I felt something - anything like this, for someone. So this is like starting over brand new.”

“You mean an old dog can learn new tricks?” I jeered. He narrowed his eyes at me, a reluctant smirk creeping up on his lips.

“Yes, you could say somethin’ like that.”

We ate the rest of our breakfasts in comfortable silence. Joel put on some spaghetti Western as something to fill the silence. It was nice to have a foundation for whatever it was between us. It was something that was no pressure. I could do that.

After I was finished eating Joel picked up the pill bottle and got one out for me. I held out my palm and he placed it in the center. Even just his his fingertips brushing my skin sent electricity through me.

I took my pill and chugged the rest of my coffee with it. Joel cleared the coffee table and took our breakfast things to the kitchen. I would have offered to help, but clearly I wasn’t able to. I stared blankly at the TV as the water ran and he cleaned the dishes. Slowly I could feel the pain in my shoulder going away, and sleep starting to creep over me again.

It dawned on me that I had no idea what time it was, how long I had slept last night or even where my phone was. But honestly, part of me didn’t care. I was just in pain and wanted to sleep. When Joel came back over to the living room area, I look up at him through hooded eyes.

“That pill hittin' you?” he asked, a cheeky smile on his lips.

I nodded lazily. “Yes, now can I go back to sleep?”

“Do you want to sleep here again, or would you prefer me to take you home?”

I beamed at his offer. “How chivalrous of you. But no, I’d rather just sleep here and go home later if that’s okay with you.”

“That’s perfectly fine by me, let's get you upstairs.”

“Please, before I say something embarrassing again.”

I giggled to myself before trying to stand up, only for my knees to buckle underneath me. Thankfully Joel was close enough to catch me.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Here, let me help,” he mumbled out. I couldn’t help but close my eyes again as he moved me so that he could pick me up, cradling me in his arms.

“I’m too heavy,” I murmured. I felt his chest rise and fall as he chuckled.

“No you’re not Violet. This is how I got you up last night. It’s a breeze,” he assured me.

“It’s just because you’re really strong and muscley.”

He chuckled harder.

“Okay Vi, I think that’s enough talking for right now.” I nodded, nuzzling my face into his warm, comforting chest.

Soon enough I felt myself being laid on the bed, blankets being put over my frame. I peeked my eyes open and stopped his hand before he was able to pull it away from the comforter.

“Thank you Joel,” I practically whispered.

“You’re very welcome,” he said, brushing my hair out of my face. I felt his lips press against my forehead, his mustache and scruff tickling my skin. “Now get some sleep.”

#joel miller fanfic #joel miller smut #joel miller x oc #no outbreak!joel miller #no outbreak au #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #the last of us #tlou hbo #the last of us fanfic

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clickerflight · 10 months

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Burned at the stake: Part 2

We vibe. I really like this part, actually, especially at the end. The basis of this is that one time my mum gouged her hand on accident, and it hurt a lot when it healed because there had been a nerve ending that needed to grow back there a little.

Now imagine it for an entire body.

Content: Vampire whumpee, questionable caretakers, discussions on how to keep a vampire trapped, blood, semi detailed description of a vampire growing back their body, burning

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Part 1

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“Eurgh,” Joanna muttered to herself. She stood in the bathroom stall, case open on the back of the toilet. They only had about 20 minutes of stillness from the heart so she waited till she and Kyle were near the front of the line before going to the bathroom to hide the heart. She had lifted the board she’d use to get the heart to freeze flatter and saw the now white thing covered in ice crystals. She had a tanktop under her bra to try and keep the ice off her skin directly, but this was still going to be unpleasant.

“Are you alright?” a heavily accented voice from another stall asked and Joanna nearly swore and dropped the heart into the toilet.

“Er, yeah. I’m fine,” Joanna said, steeling herself to be silent as she hid the heart.

She slid the heart under her shirt, leaving the case in the bathroom and leaving the stall. She washed her hands, checking to see if the heart would be too visible, and left the bathroom before the other woman could leave her stall. She took her place in line next to Kyle.

They put their bags on the conveyor, put shoes and belts where they needed to be and passed through the detector. The cold of the heart was starting to melt and she was grateful that she'd put it in a ziplock bag so the water didn’t show through her thick shirt, though, at this point, any water stain that showed up would probably match her pit stains.

She sighed as they were passed through and her and Kyle started heading to the plane. As they finished loading, the heart began to move and she quickly slipped it down her shirt and into her bag.

“You’re doing it next time,” she muttered to Kyle, who just made a face.

…………………

There was a heart on her kitchen counter. And she didn’t know what to do with it. Kyle had gone home after making sure she was settled. As settled as one could be with a heart beating steadily against the cold marble. She should sleep. The plane trip had been stressful and there had been some confusion with the luggage, but she couldn’t… well, she couldn’t help but feel bad about just leaving the heart to thump alone through the night.

The heart hadn’t shown any sign of growing back, and according to the internet, that wasn’t a good thing. It meant that the vampire was either diseased or severely starved. How long had the heart been out there to let a vampire drain completely dry? Did the sun speed up the process? How long?

Joanna felt like she was losing her mind watching the heart on the counter. It hadn’t even healed where she had torn it off the pole. She couldn’t…. Leave it like that, right? From what she understood of vampires, being just a heart was incredibly awful.

Joanna bit her lip. “I’ll be back,” she muttered, brushing her hand over the heart. She got out a thing of frozen beef, poking a hole in the wrapping and leaving it on the plate. A bit of beef blood should leak out and she could leave the heart in it overnight. She wasn’t really interested in poking herself to feed the vampire, especially if it turned out that the vampire was dangerous.

Still, she’d see if there were any butchers nearby in the morning where she could buy some blood for the heart.

She stayed up, listening to music and reading up on vampires and how they work and all the details about them while the meat thawed. Finally, she moved the meat to another plate and stuck it in the fridge. She might use it for breakfast the next morning.

Joanna picked up the heart and it pulsed against her hand in what she interpreted as a friendly way, though its pulse picked up whenever she held it, like it remembered being frozen.

“Sorry about that,” she said softly. “You’ll like this much better.”

She put the heart on the plate in the middle of the blood, stared at it for a moment, and then turned to go to bed without any further decorum.

………………………

The Heart sat in the East hands. The Heart wasn’t certain of what the hands would do to it this time. Last time had been…. Unpleasant? The Heart couldn’t truly decide what to feel about it. It had been cold and dark and then it had been warm and the Heart could feel the East Heart very near. What was the purpose of it? What did it mean? What did the hands want with it now?

Then, the East hands gently placed it on a surface slick with-

The Heart was very content that night and the faint pain of missing flesh on the heart faded after only an hour.

………………………

Kyle stood nervously at Joanna’s door, waiting. He rang the doorbell more frequently than he probably should have, but all he could imagine was Joanna bleeding on the heart and the thing exploding into a monster that killed her overnight. The stake hidden in his pocket didn’t feel heavy enough to be a good weapon, though he knew that it would be enough. Everyone knew. It was just a fact, wasn’t it?

The door opened and Joanna in all of her PJ glory glared at him.

“Get in here,” she said, annoyed, stepping back.

“Sorry,” he said, glad to see her okay and also quite displeased with her tone of voice. “Don’t mind me. I was just worried you’ve been eaten.”

She scoffed. “Eaten? Seriously, do you know anything about vampires? Even with a barrel of blood the heart wouldn’t grow back enough to eat me in one night.”

“Can I see?”

She waved him over to the kitchen where the heart was laid out on a plate. It pumped along happily enough. There were some stains on the plate, but it seemed that the now pink heart had absorbed most of it. The damage to its side was healed and it had even started to grow back its aorta and some fatty tissue.

“See, harmless,” she said, rolling her eyes as Kyle gently poked the heart, noticing the way it flinched back a little.

“Okay, harmless, but you’re not actually thinking of growing it all back, are you? It’s not safe!”

“Kyle. I’m not stupid. I’m making a plan, okay.”

“What kind of plan?”

“Well,” Joanna said, sounding a little uncomfortable now. “It’s, ah, I have a shed out back. I'm gonna clear it out and line it with silver or something. I was going to start planning it out today.”

“You’re….going to keep a vampire in your shed?”

“Only until I know it’s safe,” Joanna said with a shrug.

“And how are you so sure?” Kyle asked, raising an eyebrow. “That it’ll be safe?”

Joanna shrugged, glancing at the pulsing heart.

Kyle shook his head. “You’re insane. We’re insane. We shouldn’t be doing this. We should pass it off to one of those organizations that deal with this sort of thing.”

Joanna frowned, glancing at the heart herself. They should. But she didn’t want to. She wanted to know what the vampire knew, what sorts of things it saw. She… almost needed to know. The vampire was in the middle of Africa in a hidden jungle with enough ash to make a permanent clearing. How old was it? Where was it born? She needed to know.

“I’ll handle it, Kyle,” she said cheerfully. “Okay?”

Kyle gave her a look. “Okay. I… have to go help some friends write up some papers. Talk to you later.”

“See ya,” Joanna said, and Kyle was gone just as nervously as he came.

……………………………..

Joanna let the heart only have faint blood leavings as she worked. Now that she had decided to build up her shed to hold a vampire, she worked on it faster than anything else she’d ever done. Of course, silver was very expensive so she had taken to looking up other ways to keep a vampire contained. If she just had silver cuffs attaching the vampire to something like a silver pole, it shouldn’t be able to cause her harm, and she would always carry a stake with her. The internet had revealed that vampires tended to be very weak after growing all the way back and would remain so for a while, so it ought to be easy.

Joanna looked at the prices of the items she would need and winced. It was all so expensive. She wished she could have taken the silver chains from that clearing and just paid a silversmith to use some of the links to make the cuffs.

She sighed and left her computer alone. She opened her kitchen drawer to grab a fork, prepared to eat some leftovers when she paused. She got the forks from a garage sale and found out later that they were silver. She wondered…..

…………………..

“So, uh, I thought you were growing it back,” Kyle asked, watching the heart on the counter. It pulsed along contentedly, now nearly covered in fatty tissue and starting to develop more veins. Still, it hadn’t grown much from where it had been.

“I am,” Joanna replied cheerfully. “Slowly. I’ll give it what it really needs when I have the shed done.”

“And how’s that going?”

“Great! I’m planning on putting a table or cot or something for it to lay on and covering the floor in these silver coins. I got them for a great deal from some older people who are cleaning out their house. I also managed to get in touch with a silversmith who agreed to get me some of his oxidized shaving I can put down too. Then the vampire can’t touch the floor and I’m going to figure out something to cuff a leg or whatever to the table so it can’t jump at me. Silver lock on the door, of course, already got that.”

“You’re really going for it,” Kyle said, feeling a little… sick? This was a person they were talking about. They were talking about how to trap someone in her shed. Then again, he had suggested it. He had wanted her to be safe but now…..

“Right? I can’t believe I was just going to grow it back without thinking about precautions. Thank you, Kyle.”

A needling voice in the back of his head said, yeah, thank you Kyle. He couldn’t help but imagine it was the vampire saying it.

…………………………

It was finished. Joanna stood in the shed, plate in hand with the heart and smiled at it all. The floor was covered in little silver trinkets, the silver lock shone in the sun, and the wood table stood ready for the Heart. She put it down and grabbed the bucket of pig's blood she had bought, opening it up and breathing through her mouth as she used a measuring cup to scoop some out and pour it on the plate around the heart. The heart pulsed faster in excitement and began to turn red as the blood infused with its cells, spreading all throughout. With so much blood to feed from, Joanna could watch the tissue grow back, the veins spreading out like little feelers, flesh starting to form properly around the heart, and even the pale beads of what looked to be bone beginning to form under the heart.

Joanna grinned and watched for a long time. She left only to get a stool to sit on and watch. She felt almost special to see a vampire regenerate from its baseline, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away. As the ribs started properly forming, she even pulled out her phone to record it as muscles formed behind the heart to separate it from the bones. It seemed that once the beginnings of bones formed the body focused on reforming those and the muscles and ligaments needed to hold it all together before worrying about the other flesh.

A spine had developed and the beginnings of a skull when Joanna finally convinced herself to sleep. She took the cup and drizzled blood all over the body one more time before closing the bucket and leaving, locking the door behind her.

……………………

Blood. There was so much blood. The Heart had been content with what little it had been given as it eased the aches and gave it something interesting to focus on. Now, there was a plethora of it. The Heart consumed it eagerly, healing and regenerating. It could not feel outside of itself yet, but it knew it had more flesh than before, and would happily keep growing it. There was a faint strangeness that started to develop away from it. Like the awareness was beginning to migrate ever so slowly up a column. The heart sensed it with interest, intrigued by the feeling of it all.

There was a snap and suddenly there was only pain. He had no mouth with which to scream, no ears to hear or eyes to see. There was just the violent pain that seared up his spine, like someone was taking a silver knife and splitting him in half. He couldn’t move since he didn’t have enough muscles built yet. He couldn’t do anything but lay there and take it.

His mind whited out with the pain, the exact sensations printed into his memory. Esial was a being made of pain, and the pain was spreading as nerve endings spread into flesh. It felt like he was having his flesh gouged out with sharpened spoons. What little muscle he had was beginning to cramp as it flinched and pulled, trying instinctively to get away. He still couldn’t scream, but as more muscles formed, he started to spasm and move what little of his body he had, which was little more than a ribcage, skull, and spine.

He writhed on the surface he was laid upon. The surface disappeared and he landed on something that burned him, adding to his pain and slowing the regeneration. He writhed about, trying to escape the burning. He didn’t deserve this. He killed those people to protect himself but he didn’t deserve this! Why was this to be his eternity? Constant suffering was all he had known for so long. What had he done to deserve this? Why were his thoughts so loud? Why couldn’t he get away from the burning.

He wished desperately that he could scream.

Part 3

Esial: @whumpsday @honeycollectswhump

#vampire whump #whump #questionable caretaker #regeneration whump #silver whump #burning #boi is in for it #let me tell you

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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Hey becca, any thoughts on stepdad!bucky because I cannot stop thinking about him!!

Oooooh yes, I always have stepdad bucky thoughts!! And I was thinking today about how frustrating it is when you get a cute new set of underwear and you're excited to show someone and the first thing they wanna do is take it off you? Bc that lowkey used to annoy me. Push it to the side but keep it on and appreciate it and I feel like that's more his style.

Because maybe he's taking the laundry out of the dryer some night and he notices this tiny piece of black clothing tucked right in at the back. He almost missed it honestly and at first he thinks it's just a sock.

But when he pulls it out he notices the pretty little pink polka dots. Then he notices the frills and for a second, he thinks it's your mother's but once he sees the tag, he knows it can't be. Your mother has never shopped there before so there's only one other explanation.

"Jesus Christ." He mumbles, clenching the tiny piece of fabric in his fist. The rest of the laundry is left discarded in the basket as he marches his way down to your room.

"What the fuck is this?" He demands, not even knocking before bursting through the door, tossing the panties on the bed beside you. The smirk on your face does nothing to calm him. Especially since you'd know better than to put your cute new underwear in the dryer. You lived on your own for the first couple of years of college, you know how to do your washing so you wouldn't be so careless unless you wanted him to find it.

"What does it look like, daddy?" You tease, lifting the offending article of clothing, if you could even call it that before unfolding it delicately. "If you need me to, I can show you how I wear it? It looks pretty."

His eyes light up but fuck, you shouldn't be doing this. Not with your mom downstairs. "Nothing I haven't seen before, sweetheart." To the untrained ear, his voice is calm. It's measured and even and almost indifferent but it's the way his tongue runs gently along his bottom lip that gives him away.

You strip slowly, pressing him down to sit on the bed before taking your top and bra off, followed by your shoes, skirt and panties. It's a leisurely pace but time is a luxury you just don't have right now. You slip the little black panties up your legs, letting them settle on your hips, smiling softly at Bucky. He has no idea what to say, beckoning you over to stand in front of where he's sitting on the edge of the bed. You find your way between his spread legs, reaching for his belt while his warm hands map your body, drifting over your curves and delving between your thighs. As always, you do your best not to think about the slim, gold wedding band on his finger. The only reminder that this man is actually not yours at all. He's your mother's.

"Bet those boys from college would be tearing these off you already." He chuckles, his scruff tickling your bare skin as he litters kisses all over you.

You can't help but laugh because he's nailed it. They would be. But they'd also be boys who don't know how to treat a woman. They don't know how to make you feel sexy or confident or empowered because that's not really their goal. They have far more selfish intentions and that's just not the experience you have with Bucky.

"That'd be their loss though. Especially when you look so beautiful all wrapped up like this." One pointer finger gently hooks under the thin fabric, pushing it to the side and letting him trail his middle finger towards your core. Your breath hitches in your throat because it's almost embarrassing how turned on you are already.

"Hm, you're all worked up. I'm not surprised. You know why? Cause I took the time to learn your body. Unlike them, I can get you off and you fucking know it. I remind you often enough. Make this one quick, sweetie. Who knows when mommy will come looking for me."

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #stepdad!bucky #coincidentally I got this exact set like last week #My hair #is sooooooo much more pink than I thought it would be #I'm not gonna lie #I was aiming for baddie vibes #I have ended up looking like a fairy princess #with bangs #I mean it's cute #but very 'soft and sweet' energy #when I was looking for 'don't try me'#this better wash down or istg

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emma-frxst · 1 year

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The Ex X-Man

Pairing: colossus x reader

Summary: @mystikalstalker asked “Hey! I love your blog and writings and if you are not too busy I have a story idea. Reader (Ex-x-man or just normal person) is dating Piotr, but has not told him about her prosthetic legs. Ps. I really love you, keep going!”

A/n - so sorry this took so long, I hope you like it. Ps. I love you too! pps. some tags didnt work. comments and reblogs help me out the most I hope you enjoy!

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You plopped yourself down on the couch, letting out a big sigh. You had just finished deep cleaning your apartment. As you wiped the sweat from your brow, you caught a whiff of yourself, you definitely needed a shower before Piotr came over for the first time tonight. You hadn’t been dating the metal man long, so you still wanted to make a good impression.

You propped your feet up on the coffee table, the sun from the window reflecting off the metal in your prosthetics. You stared at them, wondering what Piotr would think when you showed him tonight.

Would he treat you different? Would he be disappointed you haven’t told him sooner? Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone buzzing.

A text from Piotr.

Need me to bring anything tonight? No, just your handsome self, you replied.

Piotr only replied with blushing, smiling emojis. He’s such a dork and you really liked that about him.

‘Right. A shower’ you reminded yourself.

You wandered to the bathroom, admiring how clean your apartment was.

You sat down in your shower chair and released the prosthetics from your legs. ahhh sweet relief. It was like taking off your bra after a long day, but better.

You lathered to your soap and began to wash, you felt the end of the amputation spot. You remembered the incident like it was yesterday. Memories of your time on Xavier’s team flooded your mind. Being a X-man was physically, emotionally, and mentally difficult. The mission when you lost your legs has left you with a particularly sour memory.

But there was no time for sour memories now. … You smoothed out your floor length dress and did some final touch ups before Piotr arrived. You had lit candles, bought wine, and even cooked a fancy meal for you and Piotr to share tonight. However, the one thing you hadn’t done was tell Piotr about your prosthetic legs, but that would change tonight...Hopefully

Ding dong! The doorbell sang out.

You opened the door to see a very well dressed Colossus holding a bouquet of flowers. Your heart flutters at the gesture.

you greet him with a hug and a kiss and he gladly returns your affections. “Please, come in.” You said, swinging the door open wide.

“Wow y/n, you’ve outdone yourself.” Piotr complimented. He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of dinner. “This smells amazing!”

“We’ll then let’s eat some!” You replied, all the anxiety leaving your body with Piotr’s presence ..

The two of you had moved the couch after dinner to watch the show you’d been wanting to start together.

your focus was anywhere but the TV. You had put off telling Piotr long enough. Best to rip the Band-Aid off right?

“Piotr? Can we talk?” You questioned, your heart racing and your palms growing sweaty; nervous how he would react.

“Da. Of course.” He replied, pausing the show.

You fiddled with your dress, looking anywhere but Piotr.

After a painfully long moment, he took your hands in his, focusing your attention on only him.

“Piotr, I really like you. And I want to be with you, in an official capacity.”

“Oh y/n I-”

“Wait.” You interrupted. “Before you respond I need to show you something.”

He paused, eager to hear what you had to say.

“Remember how I told you I was on Xavier’s team back in the day?”

He nodded.

“Well, being on the team took a lot more from me than just my sanity.” You explained.

Slowly you reached for your dress, pulling it up to your thighs so Piotr could see.

Piotr’s eyes grew wide with surprise.

After a moment he spoke.

“о Господи, (my god) I am so sorry such things happened to you, y/n.”

Piotr leaned forward and pulled you into a hug. “Thank you for telling me.”

You let out a sigh of relief and wrapped your arms around Piotr, returning his hug.

It felt good to be liked for who you were, all of you.

- END.

#colossus x reader #piotr rasputin x reader #colossus reader insert #peter rasputin x reader #x men reader insert #mine #kacceywrites

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spikesbimbo · 3 years

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Mood Swings

Summary: Daddy’s little girl always gets what she wants < 3

Pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

Tags: babymaking ; ) neglected reader, daddy kink, size kink, hurt/ comfort

wc: 2.3k

a/n: this was very self indulgent, just like all my other works

this is a reupload from my old blog jaded--enigma

Closing the door behind you, feet dragging against the floor as you came home from a bad day at work, eyes glossy and red. Immediately going to your finance’s office, wanting him to coddle you and tell you everything would be alright, as he was great at. One of the reasons you admired him so much, being his biggest fan.

Opening the door to see him writing something on his papers, his blazer on the floor, only wearing his white button-down shirt fitting him perfectly.

His arms barely fit the tight material as your eyes scrolled down to his glasses sitting on the table next to his hands, so pretty and big, instantly getting you worked up, even though that was the reason you came here. Wanting your daddy to make it all better.

Walking up to him making your way in his lap, sittin pretty. Mumbling out a “ken”, resting your head on his shoulder while gently kissing his neck.

“Not now baby.” he said, gently moving his head away from yours before you could even wrap your arms around him, so why did that make you fall apart? Why were you so sensitive? Why were there tears forming in your eyes?

You gave him a fake soft smile pushing the tears back, saying “okay.” and hopped off of his lap, already missing his touch as you walked out of the room, feet still dragging as you took one last peek at him before you shut the door and started walking towards your own room, knowing he would work till late night, as always.

He was obviously stressed so you understood that he wanted to be alone, but you felt so burdensome, annoyingly needy, as you finally made it to your room. Laying on the bed that you two slept on, hugging the fluffy sheets.

Trying to get your mind off of it, you changed into your baby blue silk nightgown, finding it in your closet full of clothes he bought you. So much that you started using the guest room for extra storage for your shoes.

It fell just over your knees, the straps dainty as a pin, flowing as you walked towards your bed again, dimming the lights on the way.

Dirty thoughts getting to you, remembering that you had to wash them two days ago from him making a mess out of you after coming home from work, taking it out on you. Now covering your face with your hands, pain spreading throughout your body as you tried to subdue it, telling yourself you could wait… but you couldn’t.

Your legs spread open, no panties or bra on, just the gown. Shoving your fingers into your cunt, so wet and needy, making a mess but getting yourself nowhere. Crying softly, the last thing you want to do is make your daddy mad at you.

Fat tears falling from just wanting an ounce of his attention, so needy, so embarrassed; embarrassed over the fact that you couldn't even touch your clit right without getting tired.

Embarrassed that he could get you off better than yourself, the fact that you were never dry around him; the fact that he had you this spoiled to the point of him doing everything for you made your heart break and flutter at the same time.

He loves how appreciated you made him feel, making him feel like you couldn't do anything without him. He loves to take care of you because he doesn't want to see you let go of your youth, in a way living his life through you. Not wanting to rush to ‘grow up’ like he had to, you made him feel like he was living his life with no regrets.

Your fingers were so small in comparison to his, thinking about how just one would fill you up, and him simply curling it inside you would make you cum, so responsive to his touch. Trying your best to feel the feel same as his.

You raised your legs slightly in the air, trying to reach deeper like he did. It somewhat working as you were now letting out held back moans along with “daddy and ken” falling there too, or maybe it was from the lewdness of it all, your messy little pussy all wet thinking ‘bout daddy and his fat cock, if only he knew.

You were so lost in your own world you didn't even hear the door open. He was met with your sticky tears falling down your pretty face as you struggled trying to get yourself off. His composed nature leaving him freezing for once in his life.

You finally gave your self a break, sobbing louder as you couldn't even feel anything looking up to wipe your tears with both hands, finally getting them dry enough to see as turned your head, shaking in place seeing your future husband stand in the doorway.

“K-ken” you startledly whispered loud enough for him to hear while he was making his way to you, loosening his tie, his stoic face staying the same. He got on the bed, hovering over you, his tie and shirt lying somewhere on the floor as he inched closer to you, his nose almost touching yours.

“You know I love you right? He said, taking your left hand into his, grabbing the diamond ring on your finger, stroking it with his finger as it gleamed in the moonlight. You looking at his sliver one in return, too shy to face him after what just happened.

“y-yes” you wept locking eyes with him, your vision being blurry but still seeing his handsome face above you “I know it's my fault daddy. M-m’sorry”

“Shh, baby it's never your fault. Daddys sorry, he didn't know how needy you were, cmere.” he cooed bringing you closer to him. “Tell me what's on your mind. What's wrong honey?”

“Everything daddy… everything.” you complained, reaching to wipe your eyes again. He already knew what happened just from you saying that. And as usual the only reason his baby would cry was because of their job or a sad movie.

‘How about you just be my cute little wife and carry my babies; that's the only thing you'll ever have to do again, okay?” he said already having it in the back of his head ever since he first fell for you. After months of you sneaking him extra bread in his bag when he left the store, always smiling at him with your whole heart; it being the first time he's ever blushed, he was whipped.

“Mkay.” you sniffled, not even bothering or caring to fix your face. He was so kind. The idea sounding great in your head. Never having to see your mean boss again, always getting on you for the simplest things, leaving to go cry in the break room.

“There's my good girl.” he praised, kissing you forehead, dragging up your nightgown over your head, finally being bare for him, as his eyes took in your body. Loving every curve you had, kissing his way down your neck after staring with your eyes. Your salty tears being whisked away from his affection that he gave you, that you loved.

His lips met your chest, wrapping them around your nipple as he cupped that breast. Squeezing it gently while moving his hand from your thigh, his ring leaving an imprint there while grabbing your other breast. Flicking it with his finger, loving to hear the little whimpers you let out, so precious.

“Ken”

“You’re so wet” he said, attaching his lips to your puffy clit, sucking on it while shoving his long fingers into you soaking little cunt, curling them just like how you were daydreaming about earlier.

“Daddy- please.” you whined bucking into his mouth already so needy, not needing any prep, just wanting to be stuffed full.

“Gimme...”, you said, trying to form a sentence while his fingers were knuckle deep, hitting your g spot with ease.

“I got you my love” he said, already unbuckling his pants, taking a break from abusing your poor clit as you watched his cock pop out of his boxers. Mouth already watering thinking about taking it into your mouth, but pushing that to the side, knowing that he wouldn't say yes to that right now.

He hasn't seen a prettier sight in his life; your ankles by your ears, pussy begging for him to breed, his mind foggy as ever as you tell him to fuck a baby into you. Freezing at the words coming out of your sweet little mouth. But how could he tell his angel no?

“Open up for me sweetheart.” he muttered, imagining you so full and needy, not even being able to get up without him making him harder than ever. Sliding into you with no condom, as always, only on birth control. But the thought of it not doing its job got you even more hot and bothered, you head flooding with the thought of him fucking his cum back into you.

“Relax” he says, observing your face attentively.

“Youre so big daddy” you breathed out, eyes locking on his cock doing its best to fit in your little hole, even though you were drenched he still had to take it slow.

“it hurt?”

“No. just fuck me, please. I'll be a good girl, daddy please.” you whined already working your way to make him bottom out.

He puts his lips on yours to distract you, shoving his length all the way in. Catching your moans in his mouth, groaning into yours. Your sweet scent getting his mind hazy as you rested on the mattress, your greedy little hands placing themselves on his back as you grabbed him closer.

He pushed himself balls deep in you, not taking long for you tell him to move whining out for your “daddy to fuck you”. His cock nudging your cervix, slowly easing back and forth to ease the pain you didn't even notice.

You feel so full while trembling in his hold. Feeling so good to finally have him inside you. Knowing that he was doing his best to not just fuck into you, wanting to make you feel good like you deserved.

He breaks the kiss and buries his face in the mattress beside your head, leaving kisses on your neck, as your ankles were now on his shoulders, hips spread wide rough for him to abuse. Your lips brush against his arm while he's connecting his hands with yours. Your rings clashing while you accept, pulling him closer like it's possible.

He's kissing underneath your ear now he starts to move his hips. Moaning at the feeling of his fat cock finally stretching you out. Pulling all the way out except the tip before slamming his hips back into yours, both of you moaning at the feeling.

He continues fucking you deep and fast, knowing thats how you liked it. His big frame towering over yours, the comfy feeling of his weight on you, the heat radiating from his body making you feel like you were in heaven

“k-ken,” you mouthed not letting a word out but he read your pretty swollen lips. “you feel s-so good. d-ont pull out.”.

“When have i ever.” he stated, his voice unwavering as he brought his face to yours, seeing your eyes glossy and red, knowing you couldn't think straight right now. The only thing being on your mind was him. “You wanna be a mommy?”

“Y-yeah want your babies, want daddies babies, daddy please, please ple-” you whimpered out, clinging onto his shoulders admiring his body before you met his eyes. Overcome with the feelings you had inside you, wanting him to know as much as you. “Daddy -hahh i lov-e you.”

“I know baby... i love you too” he returned, placing his lips on yours as he continued fucking into your sloppy little hole that he was the cause of.

He grabs your thighs, spreading them apart more, your hips giving away. Almost lifting you up, fucking into you deeper than before. Your screaming with no noise coming out except gasps because your daddy fucking you so good, making your head spin. And all you can think about is having his babies, wanting him to cum in you so much that it never comes out.

“More” you begged, wanting to feel his cum dripping out of you.

Your orgasm, collecting itself all this time, finally hits you like a shockwave. So unannounced that you completely let go and turn limp and he's still manhandling you, getting himself off.

You don't even feel him stop, just feeling his hot cum pouring inside you before you realize your not being thrusted into anymore. You cunt still clenching around him, milking him for everything he’s got as he tunes you over, not pulling out. You now resting on top of him, both of you breathing heavily as you cum for the nth time feeling it drip down your thighs and onto his balls.

“Are you okay my love?”

You cant even talk now, you voice long gone from crying earlier to him fucking you. You just snuggle into his side, wrapping your arms around his bicep as he strokes your forehead, kissing it before you grab his face.

“Kiss” you pouted using your remaining strength to point to your lips.

He lets out a laugh, leaning down to give you what you want, as always. Breaking the kiss when you let out a moan again; his cock was not hard anymore but still took up all the room in you, if you moved it would move it you.

He repositions himself deep as he can inside without hurting you before noticing your swollen eyes starting to close. “Goodnight doll, love you.” he softly says kissing your forehead again

“Wait” You mummerd out, not opening your eyes but putting all your attention on him too. Wondering what you were gonna say as your soft sleepy smile appeared on your face. Cheeks all puffed out along with your lips. As you snuggled closer to his, mouth right up at his ear.

“G’night daddy, love you too”

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oro-e-diamanti · 3 years

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The one with Ethan’s suggestion

Description | Ethan suggests something that you had never seen coming - but for how long will you be able to resist him?

Content | smut with a bit of fluff

Pairing | Ethan x fem!Reader

Word Count | 3138

Tagging | @ginny-lily @mywritingonlyfans

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"You did not just ask me that."

Ethan didn't even seem bothered by your shocked reaction. Instead, he simply kept looking at you, waiting, as if he had posed a completely normal question. You were certain it wasn’t though - who the hell just came out and asked one of their best friends to start hooking up? Surely this wasn’t just you thinking this was more than odd. You couldn’t stop looking at him, relaxing on a lounger in the sun, book still open in his hand, and how he didn’t seem to care.

“Oh, come one, Y/n,” Vic interjected from where she was relaxing on a pool float. “Poor Ethan hasn’t been with anyone since the pandemic started. The least you can do is help him get laid.”

“Get laid by me?!”

“Who else?” Victoria laughed. “It’s not like he can go out and pick up someone when we go on a promo tour in a week. We’re barely allowed to meet anyone as a safety measure.”

You shot her a pointed look and Victoria being your friend for the longest got it immediately.

“And no, I’m not gonna hook up with him. So it’s gotta be you.”

You couldn’t believe the conversation you were having. Had everyone simply gone crazy? Surely, Thomas wouldn’t be on their side in this, right? You watched as he lazily strolled towards your loungers, cigarette in hand.

“Thomas!” You shouted over at him. “Ethan wants me to hook up with him!”

“Fucking finally,” Thomas laughed as you stared back in horror. Was everyone in on this madness? “He’s been moping around for ages. About time he gets laid and relaxes.”

“See?” Ethan interjected. “Everyone thinks it’s a good idea.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea!”

“Fine,” Ethan shrugged. You hated how much he didn’t seem to care - how he had posed a question like that without an ounce of awkwardness and how your rejection didn’t seem to faze him in the least. You knew he was open about sex and sexuality, you’d been part of countless conversations among the band and had seen him pick up people at parties more than once, but this unnerved you. "If you change your mind, I'm available."

And with that Ethan went back to his book, Victoria went back to floating around the pool and Thomas went back to smoking his cigarette. But you weren't going to go back to anything, because whether you liked it or not, Ethan's suggestion would continue playing in your head for the unforeseeable future.

***

Three days. It had been three days since that fateful day at the pool and you could barely stand to look at Ethan. It wasn't because you were embarrassed - you all spoke about such things quite openly - nor were you angry at him having asked in the first place - if anything, it was flattering, a man such as Ethan considering you attractive in that way. It was more of a constant thought in your head whenever you were in the same room with him or he talked to you or you looked at him or he so much as popped into your mind. You kept lying awake at night, intrusive thoughts of Ethan towering over you clouding your brain. You didn't know what it was but you knew you didn't like it.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as Victoria approached you, taking a couple of tomatoes you had spread in front of you and started cutting them up. You had been in charge of making dinner most days, with one or the other coming to join you in your cooking endeavors sooner or later. Today it seemed to be Vic, who was giggling away beside you, quite obviously dying to tell you something.

"And what is up with you?" You asked, a smirk on your face. You were happy your friend seemed so giddy and it had you itching to know why.

"I have a date!" Victoria was never one to keep things like these to herself for long - whenever she was positively excited about something, the world simply had to know. "Her name's Paula, she's on holiday here and we're going to go out for wine."

"Just wine?"

"Well, I'm gonna say, don't expect me back here tonight." She couldn't stop herself from smirking and then breaking out in another round of laughter and you joined freely. Good for her.

"I miss dates," you mused. "Or maybe - I don't know. Maybe I just miss at least staying the night with someone."

"You really need to get laid, babe."

"Who needs to get laid?" Damiano had appeared without warning, sneaking up on the two of you and pinching both of your waists teasingly before hopping on the counter next to where you were working. A slice of tomato was stolen and ended up in his mouth before you could react, only hitting him in the arm when it was much too late.

"Y/n," Victoria answered nonchalantly. You stared at her in annoyance but she didn't even catch your eye.

"So does Ethan! You guys should fuck."

"Not you too," you groaned. All of this seemed like a bad joke. In fact, you were starting to wonder if this was all some weird plot your friends had to get you to sleep with Ethan. But why would they?

"Huh?" Damiano sounded surprised but you didn't put it past him to simply put on a good act.

"Ethan asked her to hook up the other day."

"No way!" Damiano exclaimed. "He actually, fina- I mean, he actually asked you that?"

"Yup, and she shot him down," Victoria explained. You were getting more annoyed by the second. Especially because it felt like your love life (or lack thereof?) was being discussed without you. Plus, you couldn't shake the feeling they knew something you didn't.

"Aw, poor Ethan. You know, you should really give him the chance. Make the most of the fact that you've both got the house to yourselves tonight." Damiano's eyebrow wiggle earned him a tomato slice to the face due to pure irritation on your side. He wasn't bothered, quickly shoving it into his mouth and happily munching away on it.

"Wait, what do you mean? Where are you going?"

You sounded much more panicked than necessary. So what if you were alone in the house with Ethan? You'd survive. Easily. You'd read a bit of your book, maybe watch a movie, go to bed. You didn't even have to spend time with him. Right?

"Going out with my girlfriend, she's in town for work. Not sure where Thomas is off to but he's already left" Damiano shrugged, finally hopping off the counter to hopefully stop being in the way. "So, if there's anything you want to do, do it tonight."

***

So this was it. You were alone with Ethan. No, this was nothing. So what if you were alone with him? Not like it was going to change anything at all.

You had said your goodbyes for the night to the two lovebirds, wishing Victoria the most possible fun on her little date, before pouring yourself a glass of wine and retreating to the patio. You had no idea where Ethan was and you didn't mind.

The sun was setting, the temperature was more than bearable and you had your book lying next to you. Eyes closed trying to enjoy the last rays of sunshine, your hand grasped the stem of the wine glass, and fuck that moth scared the living daylights out of you. And caused you to spill your wine all over your blouse. Red wine. Crap. One was supposed to wash those out immediately, right? Right? You realised you had no idea, as you sprinted towards the upstairs bathroom, already unbuttoning for fast removal.

You threw the door open, feet set to move towards the basin, when you realised you weren't alone in the room. It happened in slow motion, as much as you hated the cliché of it all.

Ethan's back was towards you, strong, hard muscles visible under an array of water droplets that were slowly, slowly making their way downwards, hypnotising you and keeping your gaze locked on them. Your eyes were still travelling lower and lower when he noticed your presence, turning around out of reflex, and you could not help but notice he was not wrapped in a towel, nowhere close, when your eyes fell on-

Oh.

In a rare moment of clarity, you tore your gaze away, looking up at his face instead, just to find him eyeing up your cleavage. Your blouse was halfway undone, putting your white lace bra on full display. Then his eyes snapped away and looked into yours instead. For a second, it felt like the world was standing still. Your brain only worked for another moment before it decided to let your body - or potentially your heart? - take over.

You told yourself 'fuck it' - or maybe you said it out loud, judging by the sudden smirk appearing on Ethan's face - and reached for the man in front of you. He reciprocated without hesitation, pulling you in and meeting your mouth with his, as he walked you backward until you hit the wall. His body felt hot against yours, providing a stark contrast to the cold tiles pressing into you. His hands cradled your face softly, fingers stroking along your cheeks, while he kissed you, open-mouthed, in a way that left you breathless.

If you had ever had doubts that sex with Ethan would not be worth it, they had evaporated into thin air altogether.

His hands had started roaming your body, finally landing on the last buttons of your blouse. You had expected him to slowly open them up, but instead, he tore the fabric apart in one swift movement, buttons flying and hitting the ground with little clacking noises. You wrecked your mouth from him for a moment, staring at him in both surprise and awe.

"Spiacente," he murmured, although he didn't look all that sorry. "I couldn't help myself. I can get them sewn back-"

"Ethan, stop talking and start fucking me."

Your bold words took both of you by surprise but none of you minded, simply relieved that you were on the same page. His hands were now grasping tightly onto your thighs and, and without giving you a warning, he lifted you up, still pressed against the wall. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively and he took a step back, finding his strength and balance, and slowly carrying you into his bedroom.

You couldn't stop staring at him. Ethan's beauty was a sight to behold on any given day, but the way his lips looked kissed after just a short while and his eyes had that kind of shine to them that had never previously been directed at you, it felt like you were looking at something ethereal. Never mind the fact that you knew he was completely naked, not just the toned chest that was pressing into your torse, but everything else. Hell, you were sure you felt a certain something press into the back of your thigh quite shamelessly.

He dropped you on his bed, leaving you to bounce slightly on the mattress as you lied on your back. He looked like he was about to devour you and you just knew you'd bend to his every wish.

Without any further hesitation, Ethan moved onto the bed, immediately grabbing onto the shorts you were wearing and slowly pulling them down your legs. He held eye contact with you the whole time and you were convinced you had never seen anything sexier in your life. Your panties were the next piece to leave your body. Normally, this would be the point you got nervous about, crossing your legs, hiding behind hands, anything to protect what little of your modesty you had left, but this was different. Ethan took all shame away from you.

"Is this okay?" He asked, as he slowly crawled upwards, spreading your legs and leaving hot, wet kisses along your calves. As much as you appreciated him asking for consent, you almost had to laugh - at this point in time, you had lost all willpower to deny him anything. So, with a blissful smile on your face, you eagerly nodded at him, your hand reaching down and tangling itself into his hair. He groaned as you gave a little tug and the sound was more than enough to get you even wetter than you already were.

At least that was what you thought up until Ethan put his mouth on you. You had been expecting a bit more foreplay, maybe his fingers, but instead you felt his tongue lick along the length of you. Your moan loudly echoed through the room and you had never been so glad that Vic, Thomas and Damiano had deserted the two of you in the house.

Your grasp on his hair tightened as he started flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. The fact that you could feel his hair tickling the inside of your thighs only seemed to make you more sensitive. Suddenly, one of his fingers entered you, quickly to be joined by a second. Your back arched off the bed in an involuntary reaction as your breathing became more and more laboured. You could hear- hell, you could feel him chuckle against you.

With a sharp tug, you pulled his head away from you.

"I'm not going to be able to take much more, Ethan," you confessed. He looked up at you with wide eyes, chin wet from going down on you and fingers still slowly moving in and out, and you momentarily forgot what you meant to say. "So if you wanna fuck me, I suggest you get a move on."

He didn't need to be told twice. You still sighed in disappointment when he actually removed his fingers from you but you were quickly distracted by him moving them to your mouth and slipping them in. You eagerly sucked on them, twirling your tongue around them, tasting your own arousal, and his composure was slipping with every second he looked at you. He quickly pulled his fingers from your mouth to crawl further up your body, his cock moving against your leg. He was so well endowed it would have almost been frightening if you hadn't been so turned on.

Ethan kissed you with a force that was unparalleled. There wasn't even a question about who was in control. As his fingers trailed from your neck down past your collarbones you both suddenly seemed to remember you were still wearing a bra. You made short work of the piece of fabric, carelessly throwing it across the room, and he thanked you by squeezing your soft flesh in the most delicious way. You repaid the favour by letting your hand wander to his cock and giving him a few strokes. He immediately let out the most sinful moan you had ever heard, head collapsing onto your cleavage.

"I don't think you need any more help from me down there," you giggled.

"With you lying under me like this, I sure don't."

Moving your legs around his waist once more, you slowly guided him into you, your walls swallowing him bit by bit, careful not to stretch you out too fast with his size. It felt like heaven on earth. You both moaned in pleasure as Ethan slowly started moving, making sure you were comfortable as he looked into your eyes, while you broke the eye contact time and time again, too overwhelmed to leave your eyes open every time he thrust into you. You kept grabbing onto what you could, the back of his head, his shoulders, his butt, as he increased his speed, hitting you in all the right places every single time.

You knew you weren't going to last long, not with him on and in and all around you, not with his fingers playing with your nipple, not with his lips clumsily attaching themselves to various places around your neck and shoulders, and as you felt his hand between your legs, softly circling your clit once again, you were gone. You came in waves of euphoria, unashamed of the volume of your moans and the strength with which you pulled on his hair. Your actions, combined with you clenching around him and a few more thrust, had him follow you moments later.

He carefully slipped out of you, never once letting go of you, and turning you onto your side with him so you were facing each other. Both of you were still breathing heavily, vision cloudy, but intertwined. You were convinced he had ruined you - there was no way anyone was ever going to live up to how he made you feel.

"So, did it live up to your expectation?" You couldn't help but giggle as you posed the question. "Getting laid again after such a long time?"

Ethan pushed a damp strand of hair from your face. You hadn't expected such softness.

"It wasn't actually about getting laid, you know."

"Huh?"

"It was about you."

"Okay, you've lost me now," you said, brows knitting as your hand searched for his, finger entangling the same way your legs were doing. "What are you talking about?"

"I... I've liked you for a while. And I tried so much, but you never even noticed."

Your mind replayed the last few weeks you had spent with the band in their summer house. Instances of Ethan bringing you food, cocktails, adjusting the shade to make sure you were in it, offering to put sunscreen on your back. Moments of him searching for your company, moving much closer than necessary in the heat, arms constantly touching when you were sitting next to each other. Jokes and teasing from the others, drunken remarks. You hadn't paid attention to any of it. You wondered how you could have been so blind to a man so wonderful.

"Wait, so instead of asking me out like a normal person, you suggested we hook up?" You couldn't keep the laughter in now. The situation was simply too ridiculous and you had not yet stopped riding on your high from the endorphins he had caused.

"It was Vic's idea." He buried his head into the sheets, but you could still see his cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. "She knew I missed sex and she said you mentioned something similar so she thought this was the way into your..."

"Pants?"

"Heart, actually."

You snuggled closer, arms wrapping around him so that your noses were touching.

"Well, as embarrassing as it is, it somehow worked, didn't it?" You stroked over his head lovingly. "And I'm sure not letting you go any time soon."

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dadbodosamu · 3 years

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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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nessaxc · 3 years

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All Wet || Mammon

A beach walk with Mammon turns into something more

~ Rating: Explicit

~ Words: 2.4k

~ Tags: Shower Sex, Public Hand Job, Ocean Hand Job, Skinny Dipping, Vaginal Fingering

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“What?”

“Nothing.” Mammon had his hands shoved deep in his pockets as you two walked along the beach. The resort was quiet; it was late in the season and you both were some of the few tourists who were still in the area. Your rented bungalow was right near the water, which made it perfect for taking strolls in the sand whenever you felt like it – like now, at midnight – as well as for having mind-blowing, toe-curling, screaming sex whenever you wanted it since the waves typically drowned you both out.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re up to something, Mammon.”

He smirked, his eyes cast downward as you walked leisurely. “Maybe.”

“Like what?”

He glanced up at you, and before you knew what was happening he ripped off his t-shirt, dropped trou, and ran straight into the surf stark naked.

You stared after him, dumbfounded.

“Oh, fuck, that’s cold!” he yelped, right before diving under an incoming wave.

“Mammon, what the fuck?” you called out, laughing, as his head bobbed back up.

“Come on. Water’s fine.”

“You just said it was freezing!”

“Chickenshit!”

You heaved a sigh and glanced around; the beach was completely empty. Oh, fuck it. You pulled off your dress and then your bra and panties before you had time to second-guess yourself and made a run for the water. As soon as the waves hit your knees you squealed. “Holy fuck!”

“Get in here before everyone sees you in your altogether!” he laughed.

You took a deep breath and dove in, the chilly saltwater sending a shock through your system. You emerged and Mammon paddled over to you. It was shallow enough that your feet could still touch the sand, but deep enough that the waves broke just past you. “You’re an idiot,” you said, teeth chattering.

“I was just thinking the same thing, to be honest,” he replied. “Come here. Body warmth.”

“I don’t have any left,” you said as you curled up to him.

“Mmmm. You have some.” He squeezed your breasts and motorboated them, sending a spray of water into your both faces.

“Ass,” you said, giggling.

He kissed you, and his mouth tasted of salt and tequila. You melted into his kiss as you both floated on the gently heaving sea.

“We can’t stay out here long,” you murmured as he grasped your hips and pulled you so that you were wrapped around him.

“I know.”

“No lifeguard. Dark out. Dangerous.”

“And romantic. And fun. Come on.” His eyes sparkled as he winked at you. “Let’s be naughty.”

You pursed your lips and raised an eyebrow. “Well, salt and sand are no fun in my naughty bits… but if you can get it up quickly, I can jerk you off.”

He was still shivering from cold when he nodded.

“Really?”

“Baby, I’m already hard.”

You reached into the water and was impressed to find he was. “Even with the cold, Mammon?”

“What can I say? You do magical things to me.”

You giggled as you wrapped one hand around his shoulder to keep balance in the currents. The other hand firmly gripped him and started stroking, pausing every so often to add a little twist at his tip. His eyes were closed as he leaned his head against yours and began nuzzling your ear, giving little grunts of pleasure.

“You’re so big and hard, Mammon,” you cooed.

“Oh, fuck, baby… your hand is perfect… oh, don’t stop,” he whispered.

“You like that? You like it when I use my hand to get you off?”

“Yes…”

“What are you going to do to make it up to me when we get back to the bungalow?” You nipped his ear.

He groaned as his hips bucked forward involuntarily. “I’m going to… make you come… at least twice…”

“Promises, promises…” you were teasing him now, running your thumb over his head and dipping it into the slit before stroking down to his base and back.

“I’m going to… drag you into the shower…go down on you…oh, fuck,” he moaned.

You stroked him harder, pressing your legs together as he talked.

“Then… push you up against the shower wall… fuck you from behind… slam into you… oh, oh, Shit,” he gasped, gritting his teeth as you jerked him faster. “Oh God, I’m going to… fuck!” he cried out as his cock twitched in your hand, the warmth of his come momentarily floating past your fingers and legs before dissolving into the cold seawater. He leaned against you heavily, leaving a hot, open-mouthed kiss on your shoulder as you both bobbed with the motion of the waves.

“Satisfied?”

“Always,” he replied, breathless.

“Ready to make good on your promise?”

He gave a low, suggestive laugh. “Oh, yes. Or at least, I will be, once I recover from that, you damn succubus.”

“Hey, this was your idea, you filthy man.” you stuck your tongue out at him, then you quickly checked the beach again and saw you both were still, thankfully, alone. You gave him a wink and dove under the next wave, riding it to the sand. You picked yourself up and took off towards your clothes, pulling on your dress quickly and grabbing your bra and panties.

He followed right behind, his spent cock flapping ridiculously between his legs as he grabbed for his pants, and you couldn’t help but laugh. He yanked his shorts on and picked up his t-shirt before grabbing you in a tight embrace and kissing you as though his life depended on it. “That was fucking incredible, baby… thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you giggled. “Now… I believe I heard some mention of two orgasms in the shower.”

“Oh… did I say that?”

“Why? You going back on your word, Mammon?”

“No,” he grinned. “But I could’ve sworn I said three.” He grabbed your hand and you both sprinted back to the bungalow.

It only took you three minutes to get back at the rate you were going and the moment you got inside Mammon kicked the door shut behind him and slammed you up against the wall, kissing and nipping at your neck. You slipped out from his grasp and ran for the bathroom, but he caught up with you. He hoisted you over his shoulder caveman-style and carried you into the washroom while you squealed and laughed. He placed you on the countertop and turned on the tap water before turning and attacking your lips once more, pausing only to pull your dress up over your head so that you were naked once again. You pushed his pants down past his hips as steam from the shower filled the room. His hands roamed over your damp flesh, exploring the curves of your breasts and waist while you ran your fingers through his wet hair.

He suddenly gripped your ass and picked you up again, this time so that your legs were wrapped around his hips, and stepped into the shower with you. He put you down gently and grabbed your body wash, squirting a generous amount into his palm.

“Turn around, babe,” he murmured, and you obeyed. He worked the soap into a lather and started massaging your back with his strong fingers, and you moaned out loud. He kneaded and stroked the kinks out of your shoulders before he moved down your spine, finally scrubbing and squeezing your ass. He ran both hands up and down each of your legs, soaping them up thoroughly before finally turning you back around. He kissed your forehead while he soaped up your arms and belly, saving his final attentions for your breasts. He traced circles around your nipples before radiating his touches outwards, covering you completely with the sweet-smelling bubbles. Then he whirled you around so that we switched places and you were under the stream of hot water, the body wash dripping off your skin in sudsy streams.

You grabbed his soap and began to reciprocate, scrubbing it across the tan, taut muscles of his chest and abs before you knelt down. You gave his cock a teasing stroke as you soaped him up, then moved to his long, strong legs. He had his eyes closed when you stood back up and turned him around, pressing into his shoulders with firm squeezes, and he let out soft grunts of pleasure as you massaged the tension out of his back. You admired the soft curve of his ass and thighs as you finished soaping him up; by now you were clean, so you pulled him under the showerhead with you and kissed him while the hot water rinsed him off. His fingers probed you curiously as the last of the seawater ran down the drain, and you gave a little gasp as he rolled your clit between his thumb and forefinger.

You weren’t expecting what he did next. He placed you gently on the floor of the tub so that the gentle fall of the shower was aimed right on your belly and pelvis. Then, he knelt between your legs and hoisted them over his shoulders, dipping his head down to put his mouth on you. The combination of the warm water running over your body as well as his rough, hot tongue poking inside you was intense and arousing, and you cried out as he traced his tongue over your clit in maddening circles.

“Oh, fuck, Mammon, that’s… perfect,” you gasped. You were already close, the heightened anticipation from our escapade in the ocean ensuring your body was more than ready for his careful ministrations.

He hummed against you as he drew the little bud into his mouth and suckled at it, and it didn’t take long for you to lose control. You came, your back arching off the floor as your hips bucked into his face, the waves of pleasure rolling through you. He didn’t let up, though; he seemed determined to make good on his promise and he thrust two soaked fingers inside of you, curling them and tapping them against your G-spot. You had barely come down from your first climax when the second hit, even harder, and you let out a tortured cry as ecstasy wracked your body. He extracted his fingers and licked you gently as I floated back down to earth, the hot water streaming over his head and pooling on your skin.

“That’s two down,” he murmured as he kissed right above your mound. “One more to go.”

You grabbed his hair and yanked him up roughly so that he was on top of you. You kissed him fiercely and swallowed his chuckles. His erection was back in full force now, jabbing you in the thigh, and he grasped your arms and pulled you up to your feet as he stood. “You wanted to fuck me from behind, right?” You whispered, turning and grinding your bare ass against his groin.

He moaned as he grabbed both of your arms and held them against the cool tile of the shower wall. “I did… because I still owe you another orgasm…” His voice was deep and full of sinful promise as he spoke into my ear and pressed his torso to your back. “That, and I love the way your ass bounces when I fuck you like this… and those little noises you make, oh God… and the way you reach back and dig your nails into my ass when you’re close and you want me to fuck you harder… the way you come and fall forward and I have to catch you, usually by grabbing onto your magnificent tits while I finish you off…”

You were circling your hips back against him now, desperate to have him inside me. “Please, Mammon…”

“As you wish, Y/N,” he whispered as he pushed your legs apart with his knee and slid forward. You groaned at the intrusion as his cock filled me up; he still held my arms in place against the wall as he undulated his hips against you, his tip just brushing your G-spot.

“Oh, Mammon, that’s… that’s good,” I breathed as the water continued to cascade around us.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes… oh, fuck, baby… more… faster…”

He growled as he slammed into you; he shifted his hands so that he was holding both of yours up against the wall with one while the other snaked around your waist to massage your clit. You arched your back and started to push back to meet his thrusts, urging him forward.

“Baby.” His voice was strained. “Keep that up and I’ll come too quickly…”

“I want to feel you come, Mammon,” you panted. “Please…”

“Not until I feel you…” He paused his rhythm and you let out a frustrated whine, which he silenced with a firm tweak of your clit. You bucked into his hand and leaned your forehead against the wall; You weren’t sure how much more my body could take. “… are you going to behave?”

“Yes, Mammon… yes, please,” you babbled, desperate for your finish.

He started moving again, fucking you even harder while you held still, biting your lip so hard you could swear you were going to draw blood. He sucked at your shoulder while he continued to roll your sensitive nub between his fingers and piston into you from behind. You cried out as you climbed higher and higher, and finally you let out an uncontrollable scream as your pussy clamped down on him in powerful release, your entire body trembling as your brain shut down. Stars burst behind your eyelids as you tried to breathe, pleasure shooting through every nerve in your body. As your cunt contracted and released around him he came with an animalistic roar, spilling everything he had left deep inside you. He caught you just as you began to pitch forward and slipped out of you, holding you close while you both caught your breath.

At that moment, you two were shocked by a deluge of frigid water from the shower. You shrieked and leaped out of the tub, grabbing a towel as he followed behind you, laughing.

“Well, I guess we went through all the hot water,” he said, chuckling as he wrapped a towel around his waist and picked me up again. He threw you on the bed and cuddled next to you. “Not that we need it to stay warm. Right, babe?”

“Shut up, Mammon,” you said sleepily.

“Hey! I just gave you three orgasms in less than 30 minutes. I think I deserve a little more tenderness than ‘shut up.’”

“And I jerked you off while skinny-dipping in the frigid ocean,” you said, snuggling into him. “I’d say we’re square.”

He gave a soft chuckle as he pulled you close, then nuzzled your hair as you both drifted off to sleep, sated and happy.

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animefreak1145 · 3 years

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A Lover’s Touch(Adler x Bell!Reader)(Oneshot)

Word Count: 1.8k

Description: Adler came back from a mission to their assigned safehouse, some minor injuries here and there.

Good thing he has Bell to help out with those sore spots.

Warnings/Tags: Mature Warning, Post!Solovetsky, Established!Adler/Bell, Past Brainwashing, Slight Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Content

My love- моя любовь(moya lyubov)

Handsome—красивый (krasivyy)

Beautiful—красивая (krasivaya)

Russell—Рассел (Rassel)

My- мой Рассел (moy)

My dear Russell-голубушка, рассел (galoobooshka Rassel)

Sweetheart-лапушкаka (lapooshka)

Baby- крошка (kroshka)

“Told you I should’ve came with you instead.” You teased as Adler sat atop their shared bed in their room, a nice one too within this particular safehouse. Adler settling with his bare back to you, his honey brown hair still wet at the ends giving him a wild boyish look after already washing his body in the shower before you could help him—too busy yourself in going over the intel he got with Zeyna. “Now look at you, all bruises and small cuts.”

“You think you could’ve done better?” You only grinned sharply when he looked over at you, you moving near him and getting behind him with your hands on his broad shoulders as he snorted and looked away. “You got a lot of nerve for someone who got kidnapped once—“ you made a displeased noise and tightened your hold on his shoulders in warning, “—but I’ll give it to you. Don’t tell Zeyna that. The mission was a success after all.”

You did a pleased hum, tracing your fingertips on his back to a developing bruise and seeing how the muscles coiled in response. You placing a small peck towards the location of it on his mid lower back.

“Almost a full one,” you say as you do a trail with your lips along his skin, placing a kiss here and there as you went up, “if мой Рассел managed to come unscathed.” You did a playful nip to his ear once you reached it. Adler turning his clear blue eyes towards you with a brow up, a look practically asking “what’s gotten into you?” but you just shrugged and patted his shoulders twice. “Come on. Let me help you relax and lay down on your stomach. You’re as tense as a pregnant woman about to give birth.”

He went to move, but not before throwing you a sly look as he placed a pillow under his head—some tresses over his eyes.

“Are you trying to tell me something, sweetheart?”

You huffed out your nose in amusement, shaking you head as you gave him a kiss to his shoulder before moving to straddle on top of his backside so you have free reign for his shoulders and back.

“I think I would be more creative than that if I’m going to make that kind of announcement. Now hush, Russ,” you said Russ with some of your Russian accent coming through, you slowly getting it back as time went on and mixing with your American accent that you gathered. You placed your hands on his shoulders, slowly pressing down on his warm skin and moving as he let out a small grunt. You leaning over slightly by his ear, saying softly, “Let me take care of you.”

You felt him tense underneath you as you leaned away, but didn’t say anything. Continuing to massage and move your hands against his coiled muscles, slowly unknotting as you went. You moving from his solid shoulders to his muscles back that carries the world upon them, being careful with where you spotted harsh bruises to avoid hurting him. You could hear his small grunts and quick short releases of breath due to your actions, the delicious sounds making your imagination run due to how you normally get to catch those sounds. You tried to focus on his massage instead of that, his tense and muscled back slowly turning into putty underneath you. You shifted on top of him slightly, feeling a need start to come that you pushed away.

Once you finished pressing the palms of your hands on his lower back, now notably relaxed and knot free, you moved them atop his shoulders.

“All done,” you rasp, not taking note of how low your voice sounded as Russell hummed. Placing a hand to one of your pants covered thighs as he craned his neck towards you, and doing a quick squeeze as his cool eyes met yours with a relaxed smirk.

“Alright, it’s your turn.” He moved to sit up, you getting off him as you threw him a bewildered look as he gently coaxed down to where he was.

“But, I don’t need it. It was for you.” Despite your words, you felt yourself shift again with your legs. You wish you were in more comfortable clothes now instead of you looking through Intel earlier. “I didn’t go on a mission.”

Russell’s smirk didn’t falter as he stared at your expression, only lifting more into knowing as he hummed again. “I insist,” he says, pushing you down to where he was and you let him with little resistance despite your words. You placing your cheek against the pillow, your heart thundering as Russell straddled atop you as well but not fully due to the size difference and not wishing to stress you with his weight. You felt his hand go underneath your shirt, just as you felt his mouth graze your ear. “Tsk, tsk, Bell. We need to get you out of these before I go on. Hm?” He asked lowly, breath tickling your ear.

You felt yourself slightly shiver, and it wasn’t due to how he lifted your shirt and you letting him as you took it off. Him moving onto unstrapping your bra as well and your back now becoming an open canvas for his calloused hands as he trailed one from your neck to your lower back. Your breathing growing a little short when he stopped at the edge of your pants before both of them moved to your highly tense back and began expertly pressing.

“Someone’s tense,” Russell observed, his hands working you along your heated skin. You starting to sigh out in pleasure as he relaxed some muscles, your thoughts of wondering at his odd and rare playful mood escaping you and instead just focusing on what he’s doing. “I have a guess on what’s gotten into you,” he says, pressing his knuckles against a certain part to your shoulder that made you gasp quietly which made Russell hum. “Didn’t expect you to be like that,” he than leaned towards you, you felt his bare chest on your bare back, skin meeting skin as you could only blink blearily as you wondered what he’s getting at and what he’s doing, why did he stop—“I have a jealous лапушкаka, do I?”

Your eyes widened, excitement raising once more as you shifted underneath him. He knows what his Russian does to you—all fluent and rough just like a native. His endearment of ‘sweetheart’ in your language making you ache.

“I do, don’t I?” He said more than asked, breath to your ear and one hand still working on your shoulder, thumb moving and pressing.

You craned your neck to look towards him, a mocking yet heated look to your eyes as you replied through a sigh.

“Like you aren’t when—“ you let out a moan when his hand found another spot, Russell eating it up as his eyes darkened greedily. “—w-when it’s me and Woods out in missions.”

Russell huffed, raising his brows as he leaned back, and with it taking his heat and making you nearly childishly whine as you fisted a sheet underneath you. Despite him keeping his hands on your shoulders.

“Woods is a beast. You don’t know him like I do.”

This time, you let out a breathless laugh against the pillow. Russell raising a brow in silent question as you looked up at him with an amused smile.

“The pot calls the kettle black,” you say, before continuing coyly, “America’s Monster should know I am only his. Right, моя любовь?”

Russell chuckled richly, shifting himself to be more on top of you and your eyes widened when you felt hardness through his pants on your backside. Him feeling when your back arched towards him in response but him stopping you with his hands as he shook his head as you released a small whine at him this time.

“Not yet, крошка. You’ve been a little minx and just because you’re tempting me with how красивая you are isn’t going to change that,” He says smugly. Totally doing it on purpose with his words as you could only barely shift underneath him to get some reprieve only to be stopped when he gave you a warning nip to your neck. “You moving is making massaging you really fucking difficult, sweetheart.”

You noticed he sounded strained. Tense and distracted by how he switched back to English with the endearment. It made you move more because despite how a man like Russell Adler has extraordinary self-control and patience for missions, he doesn’t quite have the same with just the two of you.

Monsters shouldn’t be leashed for too long.

He hissed, putting more pressure on you but you threw him a look over your shoulder, heated eyes and a purse to your lips which his electric fire eyes focused on.

“голубушка, рассел, you going to leave me влажный и недоставать all for you?” You said through a needy pout, “After wanting to show how красивый you are after such a successful mission? себя мука на.”

Something snapped as his hand moved to your hair, and gripped it firmly as he leaned his chest to your back once more as he growled into your ear.

“You asked for it. Keep quiet so the others won’t hear.”

You hid a smug smile to your pillow which quickly changed as the night went on, all open mouthed and pleading as you tried to control yourself.

It ended with you leaning against his chest, Russell taking a smoke and notably less tense you observed with amusement as the smoke gathered around him. You placed another kiss to his chest where a bruise was as you and him laid naked under the sheets. You made sure his bruises turned to hickey’s instead by you when they did the lust filled act, Russell groaning your name all the while.

“You know,” Russell began, a small smirk playing on his scarred and bruised lips as you looked at him in attention, tapping his cigarette on the ash tray next to him with eyes on you. “They should call you a demon instead. You really are a minx, Bell.”

Seems he caught on to your farce earlier.

You giggle, bringing a hand to graze his scarred cheek and craning your neck to give him a kiss which he met.

“Only for you, Russell. A monster and a demon would be a match, hm?” You give him another kiss, deepening it and Russell seemed to have forgotten his cigarette since his other hand brought you atop him. You laughing again when you slightly pulled back. “Again?”

“Again.” Russell said in answer with a hungry smirk before continuing, hand going under the covers and working in a different manner compared to the massage earlier.

A match made indeed.

Say thanks to me and @tr1ppylady little fantasy of what it would be like to have the honor to massage Russell Adler’s back. Credit to @salvija for helping me with the Russian too!

Adler sure is a monster in bed, huh? *wink wonk* I’ll leave now. Anyways, love both some slight Soft!Adler and Dom!Alder. Like…hello. (´-ω-`)

I didn’t want to describe too much because it’s for the imagination. And I’m supposed to be writing something else. Hope you guys enjoyed!

@smokeywhalee @parkeepingparker @weirdoartist21 @dvesinthewind @nikkibell1937 @nocturnalblurbee @quizzyisdone

#russell adler #call of duty #black ops cold war #cod #call of duty cold war #cod bell #cod cold war #russell adler x bell!reader #Adler X Bell #cod fanfiction #cod russell adler #russell adler x fem!bell #call of duty black ops cold war #cold war #call of duty black ops #bell #russell adler/bell #russel adler x bell #russell adler x reader

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sugako · 3 years

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after dinner special

bokuto x f!reader x hinata sum: after seeing the way his teammate looks at you, bokuto comes up with a plan to help all parties cw: 18+ only minors dni i am begging you, established relationship (bokuto x reader), slight manipulation (?? reader/bo make a secret plan to seduce hinata and he wants to so not really but idk what else to tag it as), oral (f!receiving), double pussyjob, nipple play, orgasm denial, D/s, spit roast, unprotected, hinabo if you squint extra hard wc: 4.2k a/n: finally back from the dead with this wayyy overdue fic ive been thinking about/writing for months, no edits or beta bc i'm too impatient and haven't posted in so long

Above all else, Bokuto was incredibly perceptive to other’s emotions. Among other aspects, that quality had really drawn you to him even if it wasn’t as extraordinarily overt as his confidence and enthusiasm. His perceptiveness didn’t end with you, of course, he was well-connected with his teammates, which meant when he saw the way Hinata’s eyes just barely glazed over when he met you he knew there was something more happening in his head. He watched the burning grow in Hinata after he had witnessed the two of you had, quite obviously, snuck off to another room during a get-together at Meian’s, spit still drying at the corner of your dry, puffy lips a week prior.

Even he wasn’t sure what exactly his plan was as he started up in the locker room a couple weeks later, oversharing every little detail he could recall about your body, namely when it was under him. Ignoring Atsumu and Kiyoomi’s groans for him to stop while Shugo and Oliver snickered to themselves reminiscing about their own escapades from a handful of years ago, he focused on Hinata’s reaction.

Shōyō remained uncharacteristically quiet as he rambled on about how cute your soft tits were, only speaking to quietly excuse himself to the bathroom. He was careful, but not careful enough to hide the tent in his shorts.

Not one to keep a secret, the words came tumbling from his mouth when he burst into your shared apartment.

“I think Hinata likes you!” He managed, tearing off his shoes to stumble into the hallway to wrap you in a tight hug like he did nearly every day.

“I-...what?” You choke, wrapping a tentative arm back around him and peeling away to look at him in the eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Not like… I don’t know, I think he wants to fuck you.” The smile on his face doesn’t waver, only confusing you.

“I’m not sure how to take this.” You deadpan, brows just short of knitting together. “Why…?”

“Well if you would like that I certainly wouldn’t mind.” His teeth graze over your skin as he pecks messy kisses all over your cheeks and neck.

“You wouldn’t mind?” You blankly repeat back, holding his back by his muscled shoulders to make him look you in the eyes. “Because not minding something and wanting something are very different and I just want to make sure whatever we’re about to talk about we’re just being really clear.”

Bokuto inhaled a massive breath, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he collected exactly what he wanted to say to you. Before he could, the smell coming from the kitchen distracted his senses, leaving him to weakly exhale and blink his eyes open. “Talk over dinner?”

The long talk over the dinner table was eventually fruitful. After he collected himself and stuffed his rumbling stomach, Bokuto was better able to explain what he had seen in Hinata. It made you recall every time you had seen him and you would be lying if you said you didn’t see it too. He wasn’t exactly a subtle person.

When it came down to it, you certainly weren’t opposed. Bokuto certainly seemed interested in the prospect of sharing you, especially with his favorite prodigy as he liked to class him. You recognized that Hinata was attractive and you had to admit that the concept of being squished between the two thick, bubbly men was alluring as long as he was truly interested.

Before the full invitation to come over for dinner - specially prepared by you - had even slipped from Bokuto’s mouth, Hinata was eagerly accepting. Part of you dreaded the entire ordeal, anxieties bubbling up about the lead up and the talking beforehand that you had foolishly agreed to do most of. Over dinner you stayed a little quieter than usual, trying to gauge Hinata’s expression and body language.

When he politely excuses himself to use the restroom after finishing, Bokuto grabs your hand across the table, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles.

“If you’re nervous we can stop right here.” He whispers, grinning softly.

You can’t help but smile back, shaking your head. “No, I’m okay,” you assure him, “I am a little nervous, but I really want to.”

He opens his mouth to say something else, but is cut off by the sound of the bathroom door closing and the soft pad of Hinata’s feet down the hallway. Clearing your throat, you give a reassuring smile to Bokuto, and stand to face where Hinata soon pops out of.

“Hinata, would you-”

“Shōyō is fine!” He interjects. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“That’s fine,” you smile, ghosting your hand down his arm and resting your palm against his elbow. “Shōyō, would you mind helping me wash up in the kitchen. I feel bad asking the guest, but Kōtarō has something for you and you’ll get to it faster if I finish this.”

Hinata can feel his heart pounding behind his rib cage so hard he worries you can hear his pulse reverberating. You look so sweet with those pleading eyes staring at him, the warm touch of your fingertips sending heat to his chest.

“Of course, I don’t mind.” He nods, letting you lead him a room away to the kitchen.

“Great, thank you, this is such a big help.” You grin while placing the dirty dishes in the sink before you and handing him a dry towel. “You can just dry and put them in the cabinet in front of you.”

“Okay,” he says quietly, eyeing down your low-cut shirt as you squeeze your arms together and lean down to grab the first bowl. His eyes roll to the back of his head when you turn the tap on a little too fast and water splashes all over the front of your thin, pale dress, making the black lacy bra underneath pop.

“Whoops!” You exclaim, smiling a little too happily, feeling how his feet shift beside you. “This tap is a little loose, I always get messy and wet trying to do anything.”

He has to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning, glad that your gaze is in the sink and not on his flushed face. He doesn’t want to feel this way about his friend’s girlfriend, but it’s so hard when you’re standing so close - did you take a step toward him? when did your hip start brushing against his? - and you look so pretty.

“So, Shōyō…” you start, handing him another dish, “Kōtarō talks about you a lot, you know.”

“Really?” His voice is pitched and strained, stopping short of choking on his own words.

“Yeah, he thinks you’re great. He was so excited when you joined the team. He, uh, he pays attention, a lot more than some people give him credit for.”

Hinata nods, carefully placing the bowl in the cupboard. “He’s great, I’ve always loved watching him play.”

“He’s fun to watch,” you agree, “You know he thinks….actually, can I just ask what your type is?” The words tumble out quickly as you try to gain confidence, a small bit of worry creeping into the back of your head.

“My type?” He repeats back, pausing in his drying motions. “I don’t know if I really have one. Just anyone I feel good with. Why?” When he turns to look at you again you’re turned to face him, a small smile lighting up your features.

“That’s a good way to look at things. I only ask because, well Kōtarō seems to think you have some kind of interest in me.” You force the words to come out casually, keeping your eyes on him. Hinata sputters and chokes on his own words, the way your hand comes down over his doing absolutely nothing to help him compose himself. “There’s no good way to say this, but he was thinking you could, uh well take what you’ve been thinking about, if you want to.”

Taking a deep swallow, he took a short deep breath to clear his mind. “And what do you think?”

Tension dissipates from your body at his question. “I think I would like you to do whatever you want. Touch me, kiss me, anything. Only if you want to.”

His fists clench and unclench again, gears turning in his head as he realizes this was planned. All those stories Bokuto told, the glint in his eyes for the past few weeks, the way you put yourself on display for him all night with that sly little smirk - it was all part of some plan. A little worried voice in the back of his head told him this was too good to be true. But you were offering yourself up to him, angled forward so your tits would pop and watching him so carefully as though he were a scared animal ready to run, and he knew it had to be true.

The timid, apprehensive look he had been sporting slowly drained from his face, replaced with a much more confident and delighted one. His hands moved from his sides to dig into your waist, lifting you up onto the counter behind you.

“Don’t tease me.” He whispers hoarsely, lips ghosting over the pulse of your throat. The loose dress Bokuto had purposefully picked out for you to wear for the evening rode up as Hinata settled his thick body between your welcoming knees.

“I’m not,” you pant, “Kōtarō really wanted this.”

A shuddered sigh comes from his chest as he rests his head against your shoulder, just barely kissing the soft spot between your neck and shoulder. You fidget restlessly, trying to pull his still body closer to no avail.

“Wanna know he wants this.” He says eventually. “I trust you, I just…”

“No, no, I get it.” You say a little too abruptly, fishing around for where your phone was tossed onto the counter. With shaky hands you hurried to click it open, immediately going to your messages, scrolling to the most recent chat with Bokuto where he depicted how much he wanted to see you fucked out on his and Hinata’s cocks in vivid detail. You push the phone into his hand. “You can scroll wherever, he mentioned it before that one’s just… yeah.”

“Oh, wow.” He breathes, glancing through a few other messages from earlier in the week. Gently, he sets the phone down beside you before pulling your hips to the edge of the counter. His lips collide with the base of your throat knocking the air right from you.

You wind your fingers up in his hair as he pressed harsh kisses straight down your front, his rough hands pushing the skirt of your dress up even higher, leaving the tops of your thighs completely exposed. He keeps journeying lower until his cheek is flush to the hem of your panties. When his nose presses up against the slowly growing damp patch leaking his shoulders heave as though to hold himself back.

“And he doesn’t want us to wait up…?”

Truthfully, you didn’t know completely. Bokuto had asked to make some kind of subtle move on Hinata in private, he figured it would be less stressful for the both of you, but he hadn’t said how far to go with him, and you weren’t really sure what he was doing in some other part of the house, and Hinata’s fingers were so hot against your skin…

“No, it’s fine.” You pant, desperation evident in your voice. He doesn’t need much more, hand moving to pull the stretchy fabric you had purposefully worn to the side, his wide tongue darting out to lap up the wetness seeping from you.

With an aching whine, you lean into his touch, massaging his head and bringing him closer to you with every burning second that passes. Not that you had expected him to be inexperienced by any means, but you hadn’t expected him to be so good. He was loud, moaning against your cunt as he buried his tongue inside of you, nose tapping against your pleading clit.

The sound of your breathy whimpers and the loud slurping squelches drowned out the steps coming down the hall or the kitchen door swinging open. Bokuto stood there for a moment with a small smile, admiring how pretty you looked like this, even if he wished it were him, but he couldn’t let the moment pass him by.

“Puppy,” he sighed. The first syllable was enough to make Hinata pop off of you and stumble back to turn around, eyes hazy and drunken of the taste of you. Ignoring the hardened look in Bokuto’s eyes, you pouted sweetly, spreading your legs a little more to let him see your soiled panties.

“Kōtar-”

“You’re being greedy, don’t you think, puppy? Going ahead without me like that.” He imitates you with a fake pout, the look never quite meeting his blazing eyes. You can feel what’s coming and make no more attempt to argue. Hinata is taking in the interaction, still halfway in his own daze. “She’s great, huh, Shōyō? Pretty little pussy and she makes the best noises, especially when she’s crying for your cock.”

Hinata swallows hard, absentmindedly palming over his pants where he’s quickly grown half-hard. “Yeah, she’s, yeah no, uh she’s really great. This is still okay?”

Both of you nod quickly, reassuring him, but you remain silent for now, trying to settle before you know what’s to come.

“Totally okay as long as you’re okay.” Bokuto drops the edge in his tone to carefully watch him for a moment, assessing.

“Completely.” He agrees with a dreamy sigh.

Nodding again, Bokuto approaches the two of you. Refusing to meet his eyes you stare just ahead at the door.

“Oh, don’t look so sad, puppy, you know you’ll get what you want in the end anyway.” He jabs as he scoops you over his shoulder and gives you a gentle pat on the back of your thighs. “Let’s at least go to the living room.”

You glance back at Hinata, mouthing a silent whoops, while Bokuto leads him around the corner. Bokuto plops into the corner of the couch, back propped up by the plush arm, and maneuvering your pliable body to sit comfortably in his lap with your back pulled up flush to his chest. You’re gently pushed forward so he can peel the dress off and unclasp your bra. He’s calm for now, at least on the outside, but you can feel his heart pounding through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“Don’t need these anymore,” he hums, latching his fingers in the sides of your underwear and motioning for you to lift your hips to let him slide them off. Hooking his elbows under your knees, he pulls your thighs to your chest, high enough so that he can palm your breasts. Quietly whining, you turn your head away so you don’t have to look directly up at Hinata - not that he’d notice your face with the way your cunt was glistening under the low, soft lights of the room. “Shh,” he directs at you before glancing back up at Hinata, “go ahead, but don’t let her cum.”

With a warm grin he gets on his knees between Bokuto’s spread legs. You almost felt too exposed, all power taken from your hands, splayed open like this. Bokuto slots his chin against your shoulder and presses the softest kiss to your cheek in stark contrast to the way his rough hands are kneading and pinching your sensitive breasts.

Hinata eagerly gets back to it, lavishing your cunt with softer licks than before, making your hips shake as they seek out more friction. While your neediness grows so too does Bokuto’s grip on you.

“So pretty,” he coos, eyes glued to where Hinata was firmly pressed against you. Pride bloomed in his chest at the sight of his teammate sloppily eating out his favorite girl so enthusiastically, appreciating you so much as he should.

It’s impossible for him to not get rock hard with the way you’re grinding down into his lap and the crude, wet sounds and groans vibrating from the back of Hinata’s throat.

“Taste so good.” Hinata grumbles, pulling back and forcing his tense hips to stop rutting into the couch cushion. He feels himself making a mess in his pants, hoping that he isn’t leaking through to your nice furniture, but he can’t quite bring himself to stop either. Both Bokuto and you watch the string - you’re not sure whether it’s his spit or your own wetness - that stays connected between your slit and his puffy, glossy lips.

“Good...good job.” Bokuto sighs. You’re not sure if he’s praising you or Hinata, but you don’t have much time to think too hard about it before he releases your legs and wedges his hands under between himself and you to pull his straining cock from his pants. Mind buzzing, still a little hazy from the feeling of Hinata’s tongue, you grab out from him, pulling on the band of his pants. Truthfully, he’s not quite sure what you’re asking for but he does know how tight his balls are and how inviting your cunt looks.

Just as Bokuto is settling his cock between your ass, Hinata’s pants are slipped off, thrown to the ground. He dips his head down to take one of your breasts into his mouth, moaning around you and pressing in close so his tip catches against your clit. At your whiny cry and keening, Bokuto lets out a low, single chuckle. “Don’t let her have your cock, not all the way. You were being so greedy earlier puppy, I don’t think you deserve it yet.”

Hinata keeps his mouth firmly planted on your chest and reaches down to perfectly slip himself between the top of your folds, acutely aware of Bokuto’s heavy head just barely bumping against the base of his own cock. They’re both so thick and heavy as they rabidly hump against you, Bokuto maneuvering your body for you back and forth across both of them. Everything is warm and wet between Hinata’s mouth on your chest and Bokuto’s lips kissing down the side of your neck.

The tease of release that’s been creeping up on you for so long draws closer and closer. Hinata’s cock is catching so exactly on your swollen clit and Bokuto’s tip keeps threatening to slip past your entrance, slick dripping past your thighs.

“Gonna, ahg, cu-cum!” You manage out, hips already bouncing on their own accord against them.

“Go ahead.” Bokuto says with a shaky breath, squeezing you as tight as he could between his body and Hinata’s. One more roll of their hips has you crashing down, pleasure rolling through your body. All you can feel is warmth and overwhelming satisfaction as you twitch between their arms, creaming across their cocks. “Good girl, good girl…” you faintly hear Bokuto coo into your ear as you slump back against him.

The buzzing, quiet moment is quickly squashed as he hoists you out of his lap and onto all fours. He’s talking to Hinata and you know you should be listening, but your pussy is still throbbing and you’re trying to catch your breath.

“...okay, baby?” You catch the very end of his sentence and blink hard, desperate to refocus.

“W-wait, what? Sorry, I just-”

“It’s okay, puppy,” he rubs a soothing hand down your back, slowly bringing you back to reality. “Need a second?”

You shake your head, the last of the fog slipping away. Before you, you see Hinata, his rigid cock slicked up by you only a few inches from your face. “I’m okay now, can you just say that again?”

“‘Course,” he grins, teasing your entrance, “I said I’m going to take your pretty pussy from back here and Shōyō is going to use your mouth. If you want.”

Wiggling your hips back to meet his and craning your neck up to look at Hinata you give a deft nod.

“I do, I want that.” You sigh.

Trembling with excitement, already so riled up from feeling you cum against him, Hinata shuffles the last bit forward. He’s pretty and much thicker than you had imagined. The tight strain of scattered veins and his heavy balls tell you all you need to know about how pent up he obviously is. Reaching out with palms still a bit shaky, you helped to reel him in the rest of the way with welcoming, parted lips.

You wrapped your fingers tightly around where you couldn’t quite reach, sloppily taking more and more of him with each bob of your head. His salty precum meshed with what was leftover of your own mess, the taste making you moan around his length.

Bokuto was trying to move slower now, recognizing that you were easily slipping, but the way you rocked your body back and forth bumping against his sensitive, reddened tip, he couldn’t hold back much more. Digging his fingers into your hip, he eased the motions of your body, lining himself up, resisting from plowing into you at full force.

“Ready?” He asks, nearly whining. At the sound of his voice, you pull off from Hinata, letting your quickly tiring jaw grow slack.

“Uh-huh.” You barely heave out before wrapping your lips around him again. So sure you can take both at once and not falter, you ramp back up to your original pace, slobbering down his cock, the click of your quick motions echoing around your head. Unfortunately for your ego, you’re dead wrong.

Bokuto wastes no time drilling himself into you, setting a bruising pace straight from the beginning. It’s all you can do to loudly moan around Hinata’s cock, still stuffed in your mouth by the slight pistoning of his hips, the way Bokuto is ramming you forward only forcing him deeper down your throat.

As you gag, sputter, and moan down his length, drool dripping onto the already soiled cushions below, Hinata feels the pressure building and building in his core. Electricity tingles down his limbs, aided by the fucked out look in your pretty eyes. He doesn’t even have to move now with the way Bokuto is railing you against him. He wonders if you realize he’s close when you suck a little tight, cheeks hollowing as you take a little more of him, the hand that had been working his base coming down to lightly hold his swollen balls.

You don’t know. At this point, you’re moving on autopilot, simply trying your best. Your brain doesn’t know where to focus - Hinata filling out your mouth or Bokuto as he purposely alternates between hitting against your spongy spot and deep inside of you. It’s all a mess of spit, sweat, and cum, but you don’t think you’ve felt the rush of pleasure that comes with being used so well by more than one person.

Bokuto doesn’t know how much longer he can last. You’re clamping around, cunt fluttering each time his digs in a little deep or Hinata’s cock twitches against your tongue. He can tell by the scrunched up expression on his friend’s face that he can’t last much longer and he doesn’t blame him. Between fucking against your pussy and being wrapped up in your pretty mouth, no one really could. He’s determined to hold out though, a little spark of competition lighting up his chest. When Bokuto’s strokes suddenly slow you groan again, the vibrations dragging a stuttered moan from Hinata’s pretty lips.

“Gonna, hngh, uh gonna cum.” He sputters out, hips quivering as he tries to hold back from fucking too far back into your throat. At that, Bokuto’s hips speed up again, forcing a little whimpered cry, muffled by the cock in your mouth, from you. Still, you force yourself to focus on Hinata, sucking him dry as soon as the first spurt of cum hits the back of your throat.

He cums fast and hard and a lot. It’s seeping out from your lips, making him messier than he already was until he’s pulling his softening length from your mouth and flopping back against the couch, gently rubbing your arm while he catches his breath. With a heavy grin, Bokuto shoves a hand between your shoulder blades, knocking you into Hinata’s lap. Somewhat in vain, you try to clean him off between the pitchy mewls and cries that you breathe out while Bokuto chases his own release.

In no time, he’s there again, his own pressure built up as high as it could just before he burst inside of you. He fucks himself raw, your tight hole sucking him in, his cum only making it easier to slip in and out of you. Knowing he’ll finish when he’s completely spent, you lie limp in Hinata’s lap and he lazily wraps a hand around the back of your neck, soothing the leftover tension. You recognize Bokuto’s nearly done when his cock stops twitching and his hips slot against yours with some finality just before he slumps over you.

Whining when he slips out, even soft his cock is still a tight squeeze, you fall all the way against the couch, legs giving out at last. He falls back against the back, moving your legs to sit on top of his thighs and massaging them with great care. Completely spent and drifting half-asleep you just barely hear him.

“So,” he starts, head lolling toward Hinata who’s still lightly working his fingers against your upper back, “Dinner next week?”

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taechaos · 3 years

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New Idea

pairing: Step-brother!Taehyung x Fem!Reader

warnings: non-con, bondage, pseudo-incest, sadism, smut, mentions of killing

synopsis: You wished to hang out with your brother Taehyung when he wasn't home, only to realize he was better off staying away.

word count: 3.2k

It was late at night. Rain flooded outside, drops trickled down your window and puddles formed on the roads as they reflected the neon lit storefront signs beautifully. The tears from the clouds splashed against the cement loudly, and you watched the empty streets in boredom. With your cheek leaning on your palm, elbow propped up on the round wooden table across your window, you miserably yearned to feel some sort of sugar rush with a deep frown on your face. Things have been mundane, repeating the same old routines as days quickly went by. You wondered what Taehyung had been up to in the time that he’d been gone. You knew he could resolve your boredom instantly had he been right beside you.

Taehyung – your step-brother who was the embodiment of adrenaline, and was most likely awake with you right now. The man never slept, always staying up at night brainstorming ideas for what to do during the day that was no doubt just as exciting as the day before. Bags adorned his eyes that somehow fit his wild persona that never needed asking for permission to do things that were illegal most of the time. It was especially daring when having strict parents, and the only reason he wasn’t locked up in a mental institution was because he was the pride of your family with excelling grades in college that he rarely ever attended. They never approved of anything he’d done, especially not the teal hair he was currently rocking. You on the other hand, looked up to him as a role model.

What you’d do to see him right now. Sometimes he tagged you along with his adventures, such as exploring abandoned buildings and getting matching tattoos on your forearms that he chose. Despite the rebellious acts he put you through, he always defended you against your parents and got away with everything with a light scolding from his smooth tongue. Admiration wouldn’t begin to describe the amount of respect you had for him, though he was rarely ever around. Unbeknownst to you however, he never failed to go a day without pecking your cheek while you were unconscious.

He was everything you aspired to be: a carefree soul with a creative mind and a heart filled with exhilaration. The only thing he hadn’t done was probably murder. It was a shame that absence made the heart grow fonder, because throughout the time you’d known him since your early teens, he hadn’t changed one bit with his disappearances that could go on for days.

Taehyung never changed.

Was this what they called depression? Feeling numb and hating your life for how ordinary it was? You didn’t know, but what you knew was that you really needed Taehyung right now. It was 3AM and your parents were sound asleep in the apartment while you moped over how much you missed your step-brother’s presence. Not a single moment was dull with him, while you were too much of a coward to go through with any of your desires.

And as if your prayers were answered, a pound came on the door. The loud knock instantly gave away the person behind the door; Taehyung, who never cared for how loud he was unless he was on a stealthy mission.

Your heart skipped a beat as the door swung open and the silhouette of your step-brother entered before it was slammed shut with a lock. “You’re awake?” he asked in a whisper without moving an inch when he noticed your seated form.

“Can’t sleep,” you breathed, unable to hide the joy you felt upon seeing him in your tone. He couldn’t have picked a better time to visit you.

“Why not?” he walked over to you before kneeling. There was a smile on his face that matched yours, instantly giving away he came to your room with purpose. It was expected, for he never approached you if not to tell you about one of his newer ideas.

“Was bored.”

“So was I,” a mischievous smirk graced his face. The street lights outside illuminated his messy hair that your hand itched to ruffle. “But I found us a solution.”

Your eyes gleamed with hope, your grin never faltering. “Tell me,” you impatiently urged, your knees already bouncing up and down with excitement.

“I’ll give you a hint: we’ll both be having fun. But you need to listen to me,” he cautioned with a raised finger. You nodded frantically, willing to do whatever he needed you to do. “Okay, stand up.”

You obeyed him and only then noticed the bag slung over his shoulder once you stood before him. “Let me do all the work, yeah? You just stand still.”

“I really want to know what it is,” you whined and bounced on your feet.

Taehyung held onto your tits that bounced with you and you quietly gasped. “Better not be acting like this with anyone other than me. Naughty,” he scolded before unzipping his small pouch.

“I don’t go out without a bra,” you rolled your eyes playfully. Taehyung was notorious for doing and saying things without a filter, uncaring of the effect it had on others. This was simply him looking after you without any boundaries, because he never set any with you.

He pulled out a duct tape from the mystery bag. “Turn around and hold your hands behind you.” You complied without protest, the ripping of a duct tape resounding in the room as he tore it with his teeth. He taped your wrists together like cuffs before facing you again by the pull of your shoulder.

Confusion washed over you, but not a trace of fear. “What’s this about?”

“Now go lie down,” he ignored you and nodded at your bed. You sat on the center, your sheets already rumpled from all the tossing and turning you’d done in an attempt to sleep. His figure loomed over you and your heart raced in anticipation. “Don’t move, okay?”

You silently watched him with piqued curiosity as he pushed you down. The soft mattress dipped under your weight and you didn’t move a muscle until you felt him tug at your flannel pajama pants. “Taehyung? What are you doing?”

“Just trust me,” he ignored you again and you furrowed your brows as he undressed you. “You’re going to like it.”

Without a single clue of his intentions, you expected him to change your pants after he took them off, but definitely didn’t expect him to aim at your panties next. The second he held onto the hems, you crawled away from him and repeated more firmly, “Taehyung, what are you doing?”

He yanked you back to him by your ankles. “Don’t you trust me? You said you’d listen to me.”

“I don’t think I want to do this,” you strained and tried to pull your knees to your chest, but he tightened his grip on your ankles.

“It’ll be fun, just sit still,” he spoke airily, his tone unbothered compared to your worried one. “I would never do anything to hurt you.”

Once you felt somewhat reassured, you relaxed your legs and lied back down. The discomfort swallowed you whole when he undressed your bottom half completely. The chilly air hit your bare legs and left goosebumps in its wake.

“You shouldn’t be shy about being naked with me,” he chuckled and tapped your pussy carelessly. You yelped and bent your knees again.

“Taehyung, this isn’t right,” you stressed and clenched your thighs together. You were growing wary about this ‘idea’ and you weren’t sure whether his pupils were dilated because of the dark anymore. He could be high. “Let’s try something else, please.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he scoffed and spread your thighs apart, hovering over your loins. “You’re going to love this, just calm it.” He grabbed the duct tape again and tore off a smaller piece before placing it on your mouth, making your efforts of leaning away fruitless. Your voice was muffled behind the sticky tape as you shook your head. “Don’t make me tape your legs too,” he warned as you tried pushing him away. He sat on your knees as he began unzipping his washed denim jeans, ignoring your babbling.

“Been watching a lot of porn lately,” he began casually as tears brimmed in your eyes. “I usually find it boring, but I came across a video that I couldn’t resist reenacting. Plus you were bored too,” he defended, “it’d be mean if I spared my little sister of this fun.”

You didn’t know whether he was joking or not, but you were ready to start crying if he was actually doing what you were thinking. You sighed in relief when he reached for his pouch for a pair of scissors. It had to be a joke then–

Taehyung began cutting your shirt from the middle, and you whimpered when your tits were on full display. Your nipples hardened as a result of the exposure, and tears immediately began streaming down your face mixed with muffled sobs.

“Oh come on, it’s not that bad,” he exclaimed, “we’re not related by blood. It should be fine.”

When you continued crying, he said, “I’ll take off my shirt too, if it helps.” He heaved his t-shirt over his head, his firm chest hard to make out in the midnight dark. “I was thinking kissing would ease you into it, but only if you’re quiet.” Your cries grew louder instead. He sighed exasperatedly, “You can be such a crybaby sometimes.”

He started leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck, and you whimpered at the feeling. You were ticklish and though you were completely terrified, the kisses were a bit soothing. “This is me being nice to you, because oh boy, that guy in the video was a fucking monster,” he laughed while going down the valley between your breasts. A finger flicked your nipple while his other hand rubbed over your folds. “Want me to eat you out first? You’re not wet enough.”

You shook your head in refusal, so he merely shrugged and began circling your clit instead, his fingers now pinching your nipple. His mouth latched onto your other nipple and he swirled his tongue around the areola, clashing pleasure with pain. The rain drowned out your involuntary moans but Taehyung caught them anyway; it wasn’t hard to miss when your arousal began coating his hand. He released your nipple with a pop and locked eyes with you. “You’re enjoying this? Not gonna lie, I was expecting you to cry longer but... you're a little slutty, aren't you?” He slapped your pussy experimentally and smiled when you moaned loudly. “Keep this up and I might just take off the tape.”

For a moment, he wondered if this was why people enjoyed sex so much; your moans were like music to his ears and your body was making his cock throb even more. He could really get used to this, he thought as he slapped your pussy over and over, the sound echoing in the room along with your high-pitched whines.

“Shit, I need to record this,” he mumbled before reaching for his phone on his back pocket. Your protests went to deaf ears as he began recording your pussy and spanked it, the microphone picking up all your sounds of pleasure. Once it reached the one-minute mark, he threw his phone on your pillow and took out his erect length from its restraints, giving it a few pumps as the tip oozed with pre-cum. “I never thought fucking you would be this easy. Thought about it every time I touched myself.”

You went quiet at the revelation and he smirked at your raised brows. “Why are you surprised? Whenever I’m home, you come hug me with your bare tits pressed up against me. Not that I’m complaining of course,” he chuckled hotly. “Want me to kiss you now?”

When you didn’t respond quickly enough, he ripped the tape off of your mouth without mercy and your eyes teared up at the pain with an ouch. He didn’t waste a second in enveloping his lips with yours as he cupped your pussy, smearing his pre-cum on your labia. He swallowed your moans as his mouth moved vigorously, tongue meeting yours as he explored your cavern. The smacking of your lips caused you to clench your hole, the sound arousing to your ears as you kissed him back.

“You going to stay quiet for me?” he murmured against your lips, his cock poking at your hole teasingly. You hesitated but nodded nonetheless. “Good girl,” he praised with a grin and lightly pecked you before properly positioning himself.

The reason why Taehyung was so eager to have sex with you wasn’t just because he was horny, but also because really wanted it to be your pussy that he fucked first, and maybe second, and third. He was a virgin who watched too much porn when he wasn’t outside, and now that you were 18, he thought it to be the perfect timing for you to lose your virginity to him like he’d imagined when he was 15.

Due to his experience, he didn’t ease into your pussy and instead shoved his cock entirely. You screamed and he instantly put a hand over your mouth. “Too much?” he asked with a strained voice. His cock was just begging to be thrusted into you, but he couldn’t have you screaming and waking your parents. When you nodded with eyes shut in pain, he groaned to himself. He was twitching inside you, and after a few seconds, he began moving.

You were crying and bitching again, but he paid no mind to it as he pressed his hand onto your mouth while gently slamming his hips into you, his courtesy for now. You'd adjust sooner or later, but the stretch was excruciating; your walls stung and you started to bleed on him.

"Oh fuck," he giggled sadistically once he noticed the crimson fluid, "that didn't happen in the video." He gazed into your glossy eyes before quickening his pace, growing rougher. "You're crying again; what's new?"

Taehyung was laughing as he was moaning, but you couldn’t hear anything except for the ringing in your ears. Your heart pounded and you were struggling to breathe through your nose as he fucked you relentlessly.

“I kind of feel bad for you,” he panted with a sinister smile. “Does it still hurt?” He took your sobs as a yes. “Poor baby,” he cooed with a pout before moving his free hand to your clit. “This might help.” You were struggling with your bound hands, but you couldn’t move your legs because of how much it hurt. Your fighting was useless, and your body was growing numb except for the thumb that made it less painful.

Taehyung removed his hand from your mouth to hear your moans clearly. Whether it was from pleasure or pain, he didn’t know, but he loved it. He wanted to be the only one to see you in this state. He’d gauge out any eyes that got to see you naked and stab any ears that got to hear your pretty sounds.

But it was a little difficult to savour it when he was reaching his climax so soon; damn inexperience and the low stamina that came with. He had enough self-control to pull out of you to finish himself off with his hand. He missed the warmth and tightness of your pussy and how it kept clenching down on him quickly, but it had to come at a cost – not cumming inside you.

“You fucking monster!” you yelled hoarsely, eyes blurred with tears and face covered in tears.

“Too loud,” he sighed and forced your mouth open to shove his length inside. “Try anything, and I’ll fucking kill you.” His cock was heavy on your tongue as you gagged on it every time he thrusted. It wasn’t long before he released in your mouth and you choked, swallowing his cum without a choice. Another loud moan erupted from him as his hips stuttered while gently slamming into you for the last time.

“Fuck,” he exhaled before collapsing on you with his palms holding up to not smother you completely. “Shit, you’re such a good fucking girl.”

When he raised his face from your shoulder, you spat on him. He laughed hysterically before wiping off your saliva from his cheek. “I’ll make it up to you, damn.”

“You’re the fucking worst Taehyung,” your voice wavered as you insulted him. “I hope you rot in hell. I always saw you as my role model, but now I understand why everyone fucking hates you.”

“Sheesh,” he snorted, “I told you I’d make it up to you, didn’t I? It might hurt now, but it’ll feel a lot better when we do it again.”

“If you try-” he cut you off by going down on you, taking his clit into your mouth and immediately emitting a moan out of you. “Stop, stop, stop,” you chanted in gasps, trapping his head with your thighs and contradicting your words. He chuckled against your swollen pussy, making it feel even better and yet worse. This euphoric sensation wasn’t what you needed after being traumatized by your own step-brother, but it was what your body wanted after getting a taste of his tongue.

He was slurping up your juices and spitting on your folds before abusing your clit again. The bastard knew how to distract you from your newfound grudge, but you weren’t going to forgive him after your orgasm. Your hips moved against him on instinct as his tongue ran up and down your labia. A knot formed in your stomach, your tears long forgotten as you became more persistent in riding him in this awkward position. He heaved your thighs over his shoulder to take full control, and with his vigorous sucking and pulling, you came undone with a spasm.

“Feels good, right?” he asked rhetorically and fell limp next to you.

“I’ve never hated someone as much as you,” you seethed while recovering from your high.

“You’re going to tell me that wasn’t fun? No way,” he stared at you in disbelief.

“You hurt me,” you sniffled and covered your face.

"I'm sorry princess," the nickname felt foreign on his tongue as he held your arm. "I'll leave forever if you want me to."

He hummed when you stayed silent with a runny nose. "I'll clean you up and go, okay?"

"No," you huffed. "You become my slave for a whole month."

"You want me to stay home with you?"

You nodded while rubbing your eyes with your fists. "You can't do that and just leave, and I hate you but I miss you."

Taehyung resisted the urge to squeeze your cheek and coo. He knew you'd regret asking him to stay, but he wouldn't say no to spending time with you 24/7.

Chuckling through his nose, he said, "I miss you too." He traced the tattoo on your forearm, a minimalistic mockingbird with an arrow slicing through the middle. He picked it because it represented you; an innocent little thing who didn't even look down at her wound, only focused on flying back to Taehyung, a hawk that waited with open arms - ready for his meal.

If you wanted him to stay, then that's what Taehyung would do. You'd fallen for his trap twice, the third wouldn't be so bad. He'd make sure you enjoyed it this time.

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