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yandere-writer-momo · 7 months

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No one asked but I’ve decided to post one of my favorite original smut works!

Yandere Short Story: Insatiable

Yandere monster x Afab reader x Yandere ex fiancé

Minors DNI

8.4k words

“Cedric?” A tall, dark haired man glanced up from his paper work to see his small wife at the door. His red eyes gazing at her coldly. “Oh, sorry… my lord. You didn’t reply to any of my letters so I decided to come see you myself. I was wondering if you had time to-“

“I’m busy with work. How about you go take a walk or something seeing that you’re not busy with anything.” Cedric replied coldly, causing the young woman to glance sadly at her hands.

“Oh… I’m sorry-“

“Stop with your needless apologies and shut my door. You’re letting the cold air in.” Cedric hissed before returning to his mountain of paper work.

“Good bye, my lord.” (Your name) softly whispered, a sad look in her eye. The young woman shutting the door before looking at the small, cloth bag beside her. Its contents being one change of clothes, a pouch of water, and some bread.

(Your name) had finally decided to leave him. Her feelings for him had gradually disappeared over the years of being engaged to him seeing that he couldn’t even return a fraction of what she felt for him. It was time for her to leave this loveless, joyless place and to go live as a commoner. Hopefully Cedric would eventually read the letter she had sent him a few days ago about annulling their marriage.

The young woman pulled her tattered cloak over her head, making her way down the manor’s steps with ease.

Not a single servant paying her any mind. A smile made its way to her lips at the thought of finally no longer having to sit in her cold room up in the tower. How she’d be able to travel wherever she wanted and maybe she’d even find someone to love her eventually. How she could finally have friends that didn’t need her husband to pay them to talk to her.

(Your name) soon stood outside the gloomy palace, a smile on her lips. The young woman giving the palace one last look before she headed into the forest.

“Good bye. I won’t miss you.” She then headed into the dark silent forest. Set on leaving the Southern empire forever.

“This tea is bland and terrible.” Cedric complained to his maid who began to sweat nervously. “Why isn’t it here on its usual time and why isn’t it its normal flavor?”

“Ah… the duchess usually takes care of that…” the maid replied before giving the lord a bow. “None of us have seen her in awhile so we had to brew some older leaves.”

Cedric sighed before rising from his chair, causing the maid to gulp at how large he was.

“That stupid woman. I’ll go see what she’s up to now then I guess.” Cedric made his way towards the east end of the manor, climbing up the flight of stairs to (your name)’s room.

A frown forming on his face when he didn’t see a single servant on this side of the manor. Where were all the servants? Shouldn’t she have some around here to clean it?

Cedric stood before the door at the top of the tower. His hand pressing against the old wood. A frown on his face.

“My lady. Can you open the door?” No response.

“My lady?” Cedric pressed his knuckle against the door, causing the door to squeal open. Red eyes widening in shock at the tattered blanket that sat on top of a pile of hay. This couldn’t be her room…

Where was her bed? Her dresses? Cedric burst into the room examining everything in disbelief.

“Can I lay with you, Cedric? It’s starting to get cold?”

Cedric frowned at the memory. (Your name) really was cold wasn’t she? And he always turned her away…

A small desk with letters littering the top of it caught his attention. Was this the only thing she had in her room? As a duchess, she only had this small desk?

Red eyes narrowed at all the letters that were dated and addressed to him. Cedric quickly opened one of the older letters his eyes softening at its contents.

‘I finally was able to get the maids to teach me how to make that chamomile tea you like so much. I hope we’ll be able to drink it together someday. When you’re not busy of course. I love you, Cedric.’

Cedric opened another letter, a dried sprig of baby’s breath falling out of the envelop. His pale fingers picking it up with utmost care. Red eyes scanning over the delicate hand writing.

‘Did you know baby’s breath means everlasting love? Isn’t that neat? I hope that our love is ever lasting as well. I’d like to go on a picnic with you while it’s still spring. If you’re not busy of course. I love you, Cedric.’

‘Today, I saw a pair of swans in the pond in the garden. Did you know swans stay together for life? I read that in a book in the library. I thought it was pretty neat. Maybe it’s childish of me to think that way, but I hope we’ll be like that. I love you, Cedric.’

Cedric continued to tear apart the letters with fervor. Sweat dripping down his neck as his hands began to shake. All of these letters and he’s never read any of them from her… he always returned them back to her… always ignored her… he was starting to get scared…

‘It’s getting colder up in the tower but the maids took my bed. They said they’re freezing too. Is there anyway I could also have some new blankets. I hope that’s not too much of a bother for you. Thank you. I love you, Cedric.’

‘I’ve been sleeping in the library over the winter. I hope that doesn’t interfere with your work. I heard there’s a ball upcoming in the neighboring empire. I’ve never been to a ball before. Is there anyway we could go? I’d really like a new dress. The one I had all these years is starting to get a little loose since we’re so scarce on food. Thank you. I love you, Cedric.’

There was no scarcity in food. Who on earth hadn’t the servants been feeding her? Who took her bed? Her blankets?

Cedric sorted through the letters until the last one stuck out to him.

His pale hand opened the letter, his eyes widening in shock. She had filled out divorce papers… why would she do that?

‘I don’t think you’re ever going to read this until you’ve realized I left. But I want a divorce. I can’t live like this. It’s so cold and miserable here. No one talks to me here. I found out that the only acquaintance I had here, you were paying to talk to me so I wouldn’t bother you… and I was really hurt by that. If I’m really that awful to be with, I’ll go. I just want you to be happy, Cedric. Even if it’s not with me. So good bye, Cedric. If you try to have a conversation with me in a few days I may reconsider but if not, you’ll find this then. I’ll probably be halfway through the forest by then. Good bye, Cedric.’

Cedric began to shake. She had stopped by his office and he had turned her away… he unknowingly sent her away… he sent his loving wife away in the wild… wait.

Didn’t she know the forest was infested with monsters?

“Guards! Hurry. Send a search party to the forest, now!” Cedric threw the letter to the side, screaming on the top of his lungs. His legs running as fast as he could down the steps and through the palace.

The guards rising up in shock before quickly springing into action.

“The duchess has gone missing! She could be in danger!” Cedric shouted, the Duke running to grab his sword and horse. “We have to find her by all means necessary!”

Cedric frowned as he glanced at the dark forest. His eyebrows furrowed in worry. He prayed she was safe. He was so lucky he noticed her absence in just a day…

(Your name) hummed as she walked through the forest without a care in the world. So far, she’s been lucky and she hasn’t ran into a single monster.

She knew there was a possibility she could run into danger but she truly believed the monsters wouldn’t bother her if she didn’t have a weapon on her. Plus, there wasn’t much meat on her bones since she wasn’t being fed at the palace.

“Don’t you know there’s monsters in the woods?” A voice hissed at (your name), causing the girl to glance at a tall man wearing silver armor with an unfamiliar, blue crest on it. The silver helmet completely covering his face.

Well at this point in her journey, she’s going to disregard the stranger danger rule.

“Oh I know. I’m just passing through is all.”

“Either you’re a very brave woman or a very stupid one.” A laugh left her throat as she smiled at the stranger.

“A little of both. I’m just going anywhere to start a new.” The girl smiled at the knight before continuing her way.

“Wait up!” The male trudged after her, standing above her. “You can’t just go walking in the forest by yourself. What if you get kidnapped or killed-“

“Then I get kidnapped or killed.” The knight held in a laugh before offering her an arm.

“I can lead you out of the forest if you’d like. My name is Etrian by the way.”

“That’s a nice name.” (Your name) replied, taking the knights arm. “You can just call me (your first name).”

“Hmm. You have a pretty name.” Etrian smiled at the girl, causing her to furrow her brow.

“It’s a very basic name. It’s not even worth remembering so you can call me anything you’d like.” Etrian tilted his helmet down in worry at her words. Wherever she came from, she more than likely never was treated with kindness.

“I like your name so I’ll call you, (your name).” Etrian replied, causing (your name) to giggle.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve laughed… thank you, Etrian.” Etrian gave (your name)’s hand a comforting squeeze.

“I was on my way to the Lancaster Palace but I think a damsel in distress is much more important at the moment.” Etrian puffed his chest out, causing (your name) to erupt in giggles again.

“Maybe I should call you the brave one then for traveling alone, Etrian.” (Your name) gave Etrian a smile, the male shaking his head in embarrassment.

“It’s a knight’s duty.”

(Your name) laughed some more, allowing Etrian to lead her through the forest. Their playful banter continuing.

Cedric searched the woods with fervor. Easily slaying any monster that crossed paths with them.

“My lord. We found the body of the Northern empire’s diplomat and his party but…”

“But what? Did you find the Duchess?!” Cedric hissed, his red eyes coldly looking at the corpses of the northern empire’s men. But one was missing their armor.

“Where’s his armor?”

“That’s what I’m afraid of. It appears a monster may be parading around as a knight.” Cedric sighed before glancing nervously in the forest. He really hoped (your name) didn’t run into that monster…

“Etrian. Do you like being a knight?” (Your name) asked her companion who hummed in response.

“Not really. It’s kind of boring actually.” Etrian responded, his eyes glancing at (your name). “Especially listening to a lord’s orders all the time and standing guard? It sucks.”

(Your name) laughed at his response. “At least you’re honest, Etrian.”

“What about you, (your name)? What were you?”

(Your name) smiled sadly as she glanced at the forest floor, causing Etrian to raise his hands up in alarm.

“Oh I didn’t mean to upset you-“

“I was nothing.” (Your name) replied with a solemn look in her eye. “Have you ever felt like that before? Like nothing? My existence didn’t matter where I came from before and after I ended up here.”

Etrian placed a gentle, leather gloved hand on (your name)’s arm. “No I understand completely.”

“Thanks, Etrian. You’re really nice even though I think you’re really strange.”

“How am I strange?”

“You abandoned the task at hand for me, which is very suspicious. But I appreciate you traveling and talking with me… I can’t remember the last time I actually had a conversation with someone.”

Etrian gave her a nod, trying his best not to have his helmet fall off his head.

“Isn’t that helmet uncomfortable? You could always take it off.” Etrian held up his hands as he began to laugh.

“Maybe once we make it out of the forest.”

“Alright. Keep your secrets then.” (Your name) giggled, Etrian watched her walk a little further a head. A black tentacle creeping out from the helmet before quickly slipping back in.

Cedric continued searching, a smile on his face once he saw a pair of footprints.

“She went this way!” Cedric shouted to his men. The men all nodding their heads before following the tracks. “She can’t be far-“

Cedric’s red eyes widened when he saw a second pair of footprints beside hers. Their tracks barely as visible as hers.

“The monster is with her!” Cedric began to breath heavily, his hands shaking as he held the reigns to his horse tightly. He was going to find her. Cedric just prayed nothing happened to her.

“Etrian. You’re really light on your toes.” (Your name) stated, causing Etrian to laugh. “Do you like sneaking around?”

“It’s just an unconscious habit of mine-“ an arrow whizzed by Etrian’s head, causing a scream to leave (your name)’s throat.

“Jesus-“

“My lady, step away from the monster!” one of the knights from the southern empire shouted, pointing his bow and arrow at Etrian.

“Monster? That’s Etrian-“ (your name) replied, only for more knights to show up.

“One of the knight’s armor was missing at the carriage accident up ahead-“

“I can actually explain that.” Etrian replied as he grasped the helmet of his armor before pulling it off. Revealing a handsome man with long silver hair and blue eyes to all the knights. “It’s me. Duke Graham.”

“Duke Graham?! I can’t believe it’s you!” One of the knights laughed, the others all releasing their breath that they were unconsciously holding. “You were the only one missing from the carriage.”

(Your name)’s eyes widened in horror. While everyone else saw a handsome man, she saw a giant black octopus like creature as the head of the knight. Her body started convulsing in shivers.

“Are you alright, (your name)?” Etrian asked with worry laced in his voice, reaching a hand out to her. The tentacles moving in every which way, causing (your name) to hyperventilate and take a step back in fear.

“(Your name)!” Cedric rushed over to her, quickly separating her from the monstrous Duke. Cedric quickly dismounting his horse to hold (your name). “I’m so sorry. Please don’t run off again.”

(Your name) didn’t return Cedric’s hug, her eyes focused on the black octopus monster that was known as Etrian.

“Let’s head back home, okay? And Duke Graham. You can ride on one of the other horses we have here with one of the knights. My wife will ride with me.” Cedric stated, hoisting (your name) up on his horse.

(Your name) cast one last look at Etrian, the tentacles waving at her which on caused her to tear up even more.

While with the guards, they only saw Etrian give (your name) a warm smile and a wave. Why was she so scared of him? It wasn’t like she was seeing a monster.

“Why did you try to run off into the forest?” Cedric asked (your name) who sat in the sofa in his office with a blanket tightly wrapped around her. “You could’ve died-“

“It would’ve been better than being here.” (Your name) muttered, pulling the soft blanket closer to herself. “Anything is better than here.”

Cedric stood up from his desk, sitting himself beside (your name).

“I’m going to start being a better husband. I moved your room to be next to mine now and you have a bed again. I also am currently working on investigating all of the staff that has mistreated you. They’re going to have their hands cut off for stealing and then exiled-“

“That’s alright. You don’t have to do any of those things.” (Your name) sighed, wrapping the blanket around her even tighter. “I would like to head to my room. I’m quite tired.”

Cedric held a hand out for (your name) to take, which she ignored. The young woman choosing to stand up with her blanket securely wrapped around her.

“Would you like to have dinner together then?”

“No. Just send it to my room please. It’s kind of late for all of those things, don’t you think?” (Your name) asked, avoiding eye contact with Cedric.

“I… I’ll try more. Just please don’t run off like that again.”

(Your name) opened the door to her room before shutting it quickly. The duchess laying down on the bed in defeat. She really was wishing she would’ve left this place.

It was a shame Cedric had no intention of letting her go. Not to mention that Etrian was also staying with them for the time being.

Etrian sat in Cedric’s office sipping some hot tea. Blue eyes meeting red orbs.

“Thanks for keeping my wife safe-“

“Why did she run off?” Etrian hummed, causing Cedric to glare at him.

“It’s none of your concern, Duke Graham.” Cedric hissed, causing Etrian to smile. Cedric narrowed his eyes at the doll like man.

“She’s really pretty.” Etrian smiled at the peeved expression on Cedric’s face.

“What brings you to the Southern Empire?” Cedric gritted his teeth at Etrian who only gave him a hum.

“Mostly for trading business but seeing that my men were mauled to death and looted by your monster infested forest, I’ll have to wait awhile till we can proceed in business. I may have to stay here awhile as well.”

Cedric sighed in defeat. His red eyes narrowing at Etrian. This was probably the most Etrian has spoken to Cedric in their entire life so far… and it irked Cedric.

“Alright. I can let you stay for awhile. Just please don’t cause any trouble for me.”

“I won’t.” Etrian smiled, causing Cedric to place a hand on his temple.

“I’ll have the maids organize a room for you.”

Etrian beamed at Cedric, his blue orbs shining mischievously. He couldn’t wait to see (your name) again.

Etrian wandered the halls, ignoring the excited whispers of the maids when he passed by. The silver haired man had adjusted well to the staff’s ramblings of his appearance.

“Isn’t Duke Graham really handsome?” One of the maids asked another, causing the other maid to nod in agreement.

“Just like a porcelain doll.”

“I heard he’s unmarried.”

Etrian made his way over to the library, his blue eyes widening once he saw (your name) sitting in a chair in the far back corner. Her focus completely on the book in front of her.

“Ah. (Your name).” Etrian smiled at the duchess, who gave him a nervous glance. Her eyes completely avoiding eye contact with him. “May I sit with you?”

“S-sure.” Etrian pulled out the chair beside (your name), the wooden legs squealing across the floor.

“What are you reading?” Etrian asked, causing (your name) to nervously glance up from her book.

“Oh it’s just a fairy tale story…” (your name) shyly replied causing Etrian to furrow his brow.

“I’m quite fond of fairy tales. Which one is it?”

“Beauty and the beast...”

“That’s my favorite one.” Etrian smiled, his tentacles flailing around excitedly, much to (your name)’s fear. “My mother used to read it to me all the time as a child.”

“That’s really nice.” Etrian tentacles suddenly laid flat on the table, one of them laying on (your name)’s shoulder as if to show that he was concerned for her.

“What’s wrong? You haven’t really looked at me since the forest.” (Your name) gulped, her hands trembling when the tentacles began to slowly caress her body.

“I… I’ve just never seen anyone that looks like you is all…” (your name) replied honestly. She wasn’t wrong. She’s never seen someone with a black octopus like head before and she was terrified.

“Oh… is my appearance not to your liking-“

“My lady. The lord is looking for you.” The butler interrupted her and Etrian’s conversation, the young woman quickly rising up to her feet.

“Ah. Sorry, Etrian. I have to get going.”

Etrian clutched his chest, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Could she really see him for what he truly was?

Etrian glanced at the book she was reading in awe. Was their story going to be just like beauty and the beast? Pure ecstasy consuming him.

She had to be just like his dad. His mom always told him his soul mate would be able to see his true form just like dad could see hers.

“(Your name)…” Etrian couldn’t wait to find out.

“You called for me, my lord?” (Your name) bowed her head to Etrian, who frowned at her formality.

“I did call for you, (your name).” Cedric motioned for his butler to go bring some tea for the two of them. “I’d like to have some tea with you-“

“I’m not very fond of tea.” (Your name) wrapped her arms around herself, ignoring the disappointed look on Cedric’s face. “But thank you for the invite.”

“How about a walk in the garden? You love the garden.” Cedric asked, a hopeful tune in his voice. (Your name) frowned. Didn’t he acknowledge that she had sent him divorce papers? Why on earth was he trying to court her now, of all times?

“Alright…” Cedric held out an arm for her, which (your name) hesitantly took. The dark haired Duke leading her down the halls and towards the garden.

A certain silver haired man watching them from the library’s window. His blue eyes studying the discomfort on (your name)’s face.

“You’re not comfortable around that man are you, (your name)?” Etrian softly whispered to himself, his blue eyes memorizing her soft features on her pretty face. “I wonder if I can make you smile again…”

Etrian’s shadow revealed his tentacles flailing about in excitement. The birds that sat near the window quickly flying away in fear of the monster that was in the palace.

It was a stiff silence between Cedric and (your name). The two walking side by side in the garden without muttering a word to each other.

“There’s some swans in the pond, (your name)…” Cedric smiled, softly breaking the silence. His red eyes glancing at her face, his eyes lighting up when he saw her smile at the swan pair.

He had finally found something that seemed to make her smile… Cedric was starting to get really worried about saving their relationship, especially with someone like Etrian in their home. Cedric had to admit that he was jealous of how beautiful Etrian was but he felt that there was something incredibly off about the silver haired male. Even when they were children, he was almost completely emotionless but he wasn’t that way around (your name)… it was very unsettling to Cedric.

“(Your name), do you like Etrian?” (Your name) froze, her eyes wide at Cedric’s question.

“I wouldn’t say like or dislike… I’m…” Afraid. (Your name) thought to herself. I’m afraid of him. “Indifferent towards him. He’s a Duke from the northern empire so I have to be respectful to him is all.”

Cedric hummed, the Duke satisfied with her answer. His wife was a very respectful young lady, he didn’t doubt her answer at all.

(Your name) narrowed her eyes at Cedric. Cedric couldn’t be jealous, could he? It wasn’t his place after years of being together without him ever caring about her personal life or feelings.

“It’s cold. I’m ready to head back inside.” The couple made their way back in, unaware that Etrian had overheard their conversation.

The silver haired man determined to have (your name) change her mind about him.

Etrian had found out many things about (your name) over the last few weeks he’s been staying in the Lancaster’s palace.

(Your name) used to live in a tower here, she didn’t like tea, she liked to write and read, her favorite food was (favorite food), she liked to eat pudding sometimes as well, her favorite color was (favorite color), and she was almost always alone. Just like Etrian usually was.

Etrian was thrilled to be finding out all this information from the maids who were more than thrilled to talk to him. The Duke was especially happy that one of the maids had even slipped up and told him that (your name) was trying to divorce the Duke. It made Etrian’s heart soar at the thought of (your name) being on the market for marriage.

It wasn’t very hard for him to bribe one of the maids into sending that paper work to the emperor either. Which would make his end goal even easier to achieve.

Etrian peaked his head in the library, a smile on his face when he saw (your name) sitting in a chair, sketching some birds that sat in the window. He’d have to add drawing to his mental list of her hobbies.

“Hello, (your name).” (Your name) nearly jumped out of her shoes when Etrian snuck up behind her. One of his tentacles affectionately caressing her cheeks, something she tried to ignore.

“H-hi, Etrian.” (Your name) responded quietly. Placing her pencil down on the table.

“I haven’t seen you in a minute. I missed seeing you around.” (Your name) tried to hold her tears in when his tentacles slowly began to wrap around her body, caressing her affectionately.

Over the course of Etrian’s stay, she’s noticed that his tentacles tend to tell his emotions. She could tell when he was excited, upset, annoyed, happy, or even sad. And the tentacles were especially fond of her, touching her any chance they got, much to her displeasure.

“I’ve been around. I’ve just been spending a lot of time with my husband is all.” (Your name) tried not to flinch when she saw the tentacles suddenly point at her like swords. It’s seems she upset Etrian by mentioning Cedric. “I didn’t mean to neglect you.”

The tentacles instantly relaxed, going back to their idle position of affectionately caressing her.

“How about you draw me?” Etrian asked, a soft smile on his lips. He really wanted to know how (your name) saw him.

(Your name) smiled, opening a new page to her sketchbook, her body shaking when Etrian took a seat in front of her. The black tentacles retracting into themselves, as if they too, were folding together like his black gloved hands on the table.

(Your name) shakily got to work. Tears gathering in her eyes as she continued sketching the monster she saw in front of her.

Etrian frowned at her nervous expression. Why was she so nervous? Didn’t she understand that they were soulmates because she could see him?

(Your name) glanced up, her face going pale when she saw two tentacles directly pointed at her eyes. The tentacles opening up to reveal two icy blue eyes staring directly at her.

Etrian smiled brightly. She finally made eye contact with him-

A lord thump was heard, (your name) had fallen out of her chair. Etrian quickly rose up, his hand grasping (your name)’s shoulders, helping her up.

“Are you alright, (your name)?” His eyes widened at the drawing that she had made so far. A dark octopus like head sat on top of his body, a deranged smile crawling on Etrian’s lips. He was so excited. She could see him.

“I-I’m sorry, Etrian. I… I need to go.” (Your name) stuttered out before she grabbed her book. “I’ll see you around!”

Etrian could only watch as she took off, his blue eyes glancing at the pencil she had dropped in excitement.

She could see him… she could see him. The real him. The monstrous curse his mother and him both had.

Etrian picked up the discarded pencil, blue eyes glancing around the library, making sure no one was watching him.

Etrian then placed the pencil in his mouth, suckling on the wooden utensil as his eyes rolled back in his head. Etrian wondered how her fingers would taste in his mouth when he-

Oh he was getting a little too far ahead of himself. He needed to calm down a bit before revealing his insatiable lust for her.

A very disturbed Cedric stood outside of the library. Why in the world was Etrian eating a pencil?

The dark haired Duke now more determined than ever to keep Etrian away from his wife. By all means necessary.

(Your name) laid in her bed. Her form covered in a lightweight, white gown. It was a little chilly at night, but nothing she couldn’t manage. It was the feeling of eyes on her that she couldn’t shake off.

(Your name) slowly rose from the bed, shutting the curtain to her balcony. The feeling still not leaving her. Perhaps she was being paranoid after the library incident.

(Your name) made her way back to bed, the duchess pulling as many blankets as she could on top of herself. Maybe if she went to sleep, she’d be able to relax?

As (your name) drifted off, she failed to notice a body laying under her bed. A certain silver haired man crawled out from underneath her bed before he stood over her, blue eyes greedily taking in the sight before him.

Tentacles gently began to caress her body, a soft groan leaving her throat before she unconsciously cuddled into the warm appendages, causing a smile to crawl on Etrian’s face.

He knew she would grow used to him. Maybe if he started visiting her every night, she’d stop fearing him as much. Etrian reached a hand out to brush some of her hair out of her face.

His soulmate was so pretty and cute… he couldn’t wait to steal her away from here…

Etrian hummed before walking over to her little desk in the corner. The male setting down a small (favorite flavor) pudding on her desk.

Hopefully she’d like his little surprise for her.

(Your name) had terrible nightmares last night about a certain tentacle man. Her body covered in a light sheen of sweat.

“My lady, your husband would like to have breakfast with you.” One of the maids said at the door, the maid’s eyes widening at the helping of pudding on (your name)’s desk. “Did you order pudding last night?”

“Pudding?” (Your name) furrowed her brow in confusion before her eyes widened in shock at the (favorite flavor) pudding that sat on her desk. “I didn’t ask for pudding…”

(Your name) smiled softly. Maybe Cedric had gotten her some. He has been a lot more attentive lately.

“Tell him I’ll be there. I just have to clean up a bit.”

The maid nodded before heading off, leaving (your name) to wonder who left her the mystery pudding.

“Thank you for the pudding, Cedric.” Cedric furrowed his brow in confusion at (your name)’s statement. “It was a nice sweet treat to have after a nightmare last night.”

“Pudding? I never sent you pudding.” (Your name)’s face turned pale at Cedric’s words, a concerned look now on Cedric’s face as well.

“Then who knew I liked pudding and even my favorite flavor?” (Your name) nervously glanced over to the side. A certain man with a black octopus head, began to flail around excitedly before holding its tentacles like a shy school girl. And why were they slightly wet this time?

Cedric followed her gaze, his eyes narrowing at the stoic Duke. There was no way Etrian was holding a torch for his wife right? Etrian wouldn’t sneak into her room to drop off pudding… no. Etrian was eating a pencil the other day. There was a chance Etrian was weird enough to break into a lady’s room.

“Good morning, Duke and Duchess Lancaster.” Etrian bowed to the other dukes, his blue eyes studying Cedric face while his tentacles excitedly rubbed (your name) face. “I will be heading back to my empire in a week. I had a lovely stay here.”

“I’m happy to hear that, Duke Graham.” Cedric gave Etrian a tight lipped smile, red eyes focused on the uncomfortable expression on (your name)’s face.

“I also heard a fun little rumor during my stay here.” Etrian placed a hand over his chin, an amused expression on his face. “I heard you two are getting a divorce.”

“That isn’t going to happen now-“

“Well you should’ve told that one little maid. Seems she sent the paperwork over to the emperor-“ Cedric quickly rose to his feet, his loud voice booming at the staff to quickly intercept the letter to the emperor.

Etrian and (your name) now the only two left in the dining room. Etrian turned his head towards (your name), causing her to gulp in fear.

“You’ll be single by the end of this week and I’ll be leaving home. When the emperor gets that letter, you’ll be demoted to a commoner.” Etrian cooed, his tentacles tightly wrapping around (your name), Etrian pulling her hand up to his face. Her body flinching when she felt his soft lips press against her hand. “So why don’t you become my wife? You won’t have to live as a commoner then and I’ll treat you well. Plus you can see what no one else can…”

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb. You can see me. The real me. And I can show you pleasure you’ve never felt before. Just think about it. I have 8 extra appendages compared to the average man.” Etrian whispered in her ear. “I’m also one of the richest men in the four empires. You’ll never have to struggle or starve again.”

“Why me?” (Your name) whimpered, the tentacles slowly moving lower on her body, a few teasingly squeezing her legs and hips.

“Because you can see me just like my dad can see my mom. Don’t you get it? We’re soulmates, baby.”

(Your name) nearly cried when he pulled away. The tentacles smoothing out the wrinkles in her clothes.

“Just think about it, okay?” Etrian smiled, the tentacles flailing around excitedly. “I promise you’ll be very happy.”

“You bastard!” An angry Cedric hissed, a fist colliding into Etrian’s face, the silver haired man barely moving. The tentacles now pointing at Cedric like swords, causing (your name) to freeze in terror. “Why would you do that?! You sent that letter a week ago-“

“You don’t appreciate your wife. I found all those letters, Cedric.” A taunting chuckle escaped Etrian’s throat, the tentacles sharpening as they prepared to strike Cedric at any moment. “You’ve probably never even touched her-“

“Please stop!” (Your name) stood in between the two, tears cascading down her face. Cedric’s heart clenching at her terrified expression. It was just an argument, why was she so scared? “I’ll go with you. Just please don’t hurt Cedric. Please…”

Cedric froze when he saw the thrilled smile on Etrian’s face. Leather gloves hands held (your name) face with such tenderness, it made Cedric sick to his stomach.

“I’ll make you so happy. You’ll never be sad again.” Etrian cooed, his blue eyes gleaming at Cedric. “You can stay in my room for the time being seeing to it that you’re now a single woman. I’ll get you a nice pretty ring when we reach my empire.”

“What does he mean (your name)? You’re not going to marry him are you?” Cedric froze at the defeated look on (your name)’s face. Her (eye color) orbs tiredly glancing at Cedric.

“I’m sorry, Cedric.” Cedric could only hug himself as he watched his wife be dragged away by Etrian. The silver haired Duke excitedly droning on and on about how much she was going to love their new life together.

Cedric peaked through the doorway of (your name) and Etrian’s room. His heart clenching when he saw how he tenderly held her in his arms.

It wasn’t fair… if Cedric never messed up, she would’ve never met Etrian… she would’ve never divorced him… they’d still be happy…

But were they ever happy? No… Cedric couldn’t remember the last time they shared a smile together or even a dance. Cedric never really deserved her… but he didn’t think Etrian did either.

Cedric could only watch as (your name) and Etrian headed off to the northern empire in a carriage together. The silver haired man fretting over her every need while Cedric could only watch from his study’s window in utter distaste and envy.

“My lord, she left you a sketchbook.” Cedric glanced at the book, tears gather in his eyes as he looked at all the intricate drawings of birds. The swans being his favorite.

The last drawing was what made Cedric’s blood run cold. A terrifying eldritch monster with a black octopus head over Etrian’s body stared back at him, a small note in the bottom of making a shiver run down Cedric’s spine.

‘I can see him, Cedric. He likes that I can see him. Help me.’

Now Cedric knew why she was so terrified of Etrian… it was because he was a monster.

“I can’t wait for you to meet my mother.” Etrian cooed, his tentacles excitedly flailing around the carriage. One grasping (your name)’s chin. “You’ll like her.”

“(Your name)… are you sad?” Etrian asked, the male grasping her hands in his gloved ones. “You won’t ever feel like nothing here. I’ll treat you to whatever you like.”

(Your name) could only fully glance out the window. Her heart aching as she began to miss Cedric. She hoped he would at least be happy…

A tentacle suddenly gave her a tight squeeze while another forced her head to look at Etrian. Smooth lips pressing against her own, her body shaking in fear as the tentacles began to grope her body.

Etrian pulled away, her eyes widening when she finally got to see some semblance of a face on the man. A smile crawling on Etrian’s face.

“There. Don’t think of other men around me. I don’t like it.”

(Your name) could only silently cry as Etrian continued to press kisses on her face. His lips burning her with the passion he held for her.

“We’re going to have our wedding in a few days time once we arrive. Is there somewhere you’d like to go? Or something you’d like to do when we get there?”

“I’m alright for now. Thank you, Etrian.” (Your name) politer responded, folding her hands in her lap nervously.

Etrian smiled before continued to excitedly chatter on about the wedding. His tentacles dancing around excitedly.

A regal woman with long silver hair and bright blue eyes stood outside of the Graham palace. Her cold gaze focusing on the carriage that had arrived.

Former Duchess Guinevere had gotten the news that her son had found a bride while he was in the southern empire. She just didn’t think her son would latch onto the other duke’s former wife so quickly.

Her eyes glared at the pretty young woman who exited the carriage, her eyes widening when she saw her son’s tentacles all over the girl. The girl subtly trying to push them off. Her son had found his soulmate… Etrian had found his soulmate!

A bright smile was on the former duchess’s lips, the servants immediately blushing and whispering to each other. Guinevere never smiled and here she was smiling at the fiancée her son had brought.

“Welcome home, son. I see you brought me home a daughter as well.” Guinevere smiled, her blue eyes gazing intensely at the trembling woman who wouldn’t look her in the eye. Was it a possibility she could see Guinevere’s true form as well? How interesting…

(Your name) tried her best not to cry at how much larger the octopus like creature that Etrian called his mother was. She was terrified at how the other woman’s tentacles were poking her face as well.

“It’s very nice to make your acquaintance, duchess.”

A hearty laugh let the woman’s throat, the regal woman gesturing for her servants to make her new family member feel welcome.

“Please. Call me mother.”

(Your name) tried her best not to cry at the feast Etrian’s family held for them. Etrian’s mother’s tentacles were all over the former Duke. Who didn’t seem to mind as much as (your name) did.

“Welcome, my dear. I see you’re still getting used to Etrian’s… quirks.” The former Duke, Rolfe, smiled at the young couple. His eyes narrowing at his son intensely staring at (your name). “Etrian, I’d like for you to start a toast for your lovely fiancée here.”

Etrian quickly sprang to his feet, one of his gloved hands holding (your name)’s. While to other held up a glass of Chardonnay.

“I’d like to raise a toast to my lovely fiancée, (your name). I cannot wait to be wed to such a lovely girl who can stand to be around the real me.” No she could not. (Your name) was doing her best not to pass out at the table right then and there at all the eyes (and tentacles) that were on her.

“(Your name), my dear. I’m so happy my son seems so fond of you. He was such a lonely boy growing up…” Guinevere sighed, her tentacles cradling her body as she continued to talk about Etrian. “He loves reading all the time. I swear he loved books more than his own mother-“

“Mother. Please. You’re embarrassing me.” (Your name) could only smile politely as Etrian’s tentacles pulled her closer to him. The male pressing a kiss to her head.

Guinevere only smiled all knowingly at her son and husband. Rolfe sighing before gazing at the young couple. “You both have our blessing. We can have the wedding as soon as you’d like-“

“Tomorrow.” Etrian stated boldly, causing his father to laugh.

“Impatient just like your mother was.” (Your name) could only watch as Rolfe tenderly caressed his wife’s affectionate tentacles. “I’ll send some dress makers down to your room tonight then.”

“Dear, remember when we were young?” The older couple soon got into a private and affectionate banter. The two giggling and whispering to each other like a young couple in love.

“See? You’ll be happy here.” Etrian stated, the young Duke pulling out (your name)’s chair. “How about we go on a walk while those two continue to flirt?”

(Your name) nodded, hesitantly taking Etrian’s hand as the much taller male lead her out of the dining room.

Her octopus fiancé motioning to the portraits on the wall of the most beautiful family she’s ever seen. Rolfe being the only one she recognized in the portraits.

“Who are they?”

“You don’t recognize your own fiancé?” Etrian chuckled as he pointed to the tall handsome man with long silver hair in the portrait. “I’m right there or can you only see these?”

(Your name) tried not to squeal when the tentacles starting tickling her, trying her best not to smile at how playful Etrian was being.

“I… I can only see those.”

Etrian suddenly pulled her to himself, pressing a long kiss to her left collarbone.

“My mother said my father finally saw what she truly looked like on their wedding night. So maybe you’ll just have to wait till then to see me.”

(Your name) smiled, casting one last look at the handsome man in the portrait. There was no way that person and this tentacle abomination were the same person.

But then again, Rolfe seemed super into Guinevere with or without her tentacles…

(Your name) stood at the alter across from a more than eager Etrian. The tentacles on his head flailing around excitedly while also trying not to touch her until after the ceremony was over.

“You may kiss the bride-“ the marriage officiant didn’t even get to finish his words before Etrian pulled (your name into a passionate kiss, (your name) shutting her eyes so she didn’t have to see how the tentacles were running themselves down every inch of her body.

The crowd going wild at how happy Etrian seemed, much to the dismay of Duke Lancaster who sat the farthest away from the ceremony. The Duke fiddling with a dried sprig of baby’s breath. He was here for closure but he didn’t want to accept the fact that his wife had practically been forced to marry some sort of tentacle monster.

Etrian pulled away before scooping (your name) up in his arms as the crowd cheered for their union. The silver haired Duke giving Cedric a victorious smirk.

Etrian had won. (Your name) was his wife now. He even had something planned for Cedric as well. Something that would make sure that Duke get over (your name) for good.

Cedric groaned, red eyes widening as he realized he was bound and gagged in a chair. The Duke of Lancaster nervously glancing around until he saw Etrian standing in front of him. The silver haired Duke giving Cedric a smirk.

“I’m going to let you watch our wedding night.” Etrian smirked, causing Cedric to scream at him through the gag, only for no sound to come out. “And maybe if you’re good, I’ll even let you in. I feel kind of bad for stealing your wife but I’m not opposed to sharing her.”

Cedric’s red eyes widened when Etrian pulled out a syringe. The dark haired Duke thrashing in his restraints, causing Etrian to shush him.

“It’s just a very strong aphrodisiac. I want you to feel everything and I also gave some to (your name) as well. I want both of you to be as aroused as possible. Plus you’ll be able to see what she can see while you’re on these drugs.”

No… he didn’t mean. Cedric gasped when Etrian stabbed the needle into his bare leg, pupils going wide at the true form of Etrian being revealed to him.

“God. I’m going to love this.”

Cedric could only slightly struggle, the friction from the rope turning him on. The male watching helplessly as (your name) stumbled into the room. The poor girl a panting mess as Etrian slowly began to toy with the lacy white undergarment that hid her body from Cedric’s eyes.

“Look, (your name). I brought your ex-husband here to watch as I defile you.” A sharp gasp left (your name)’s throat when two of Etrian’s tentacles squeezes her chest, the poor girl panting as Etrian ran his hands down her hips and dipped by her privates. “We’re gonna give him a show, okay? And if you’re both good, I’ll let him fuck you too.”

Cedric gasped when the tentacles suddenly ripped apart the lingerie on (your name)’s body his greedy eyes taking in the soft curves of her bare body. His head spinning with lust at the thought of being able to touch his wife.

Etrian suddenly wrapped two tentacles around her wrists, holding them in place as he positioned himself behind her. (Your name) moaning loudly at how rough Etrian was being.

“What do you say, (your name)?”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please… take me, Etrian.” Etrian’s pink tongue darted out to lick her tears away, causing (your name) to blush. Right now she was able to see Etrian’s human face while under the influence of the aphrodisiac, much to Etrian’s joy.

“Good girl. You’re such a good girl, (your name).” Etrian sheathed himself in one thrust in (your name) a strangled cry escaping her throat as he started to pound into her like a madman. “Shit. Look at how well you take it.”

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” (Your name) began to cry as she felt her body being pounded into and Cedric’s eyes on her. “It feels so good!”

“Does it? How about this?” (Your name) began to cry as she felt Etrian’s tentacles rub against her clit, practically seeing stars at the intensity they were going.

“Etrian! I’m going to-“ Etrian tightly grasped (your name) body. The white haired man releasing deep inside of her as (your name) rode out her orgasm. The Duke kissing her face as he turned to look at Cedric who had a mess between his legs as well.

“You’re a sick freak, Cedric. Getting off watching another man fuck your wife.”

Etrian cut Cedric’s binds with one of his tentacles before motioning over to the moaning mess that was (your name). “Have at it.”

Cedric slowly rose up before greedily pressing kisses onto (your name)’s bare skin. The dark haired Duke slipping himself into her with ease. His pale hand grasping her hips tightly as he drilled into her doggy style.

“Fuck. I love you, (your name).” Cedric cried as he started to go into a brutal pace. “We could make this work right? A throuple?”

(Your name) cried and moaned as Cedric continued to pound into her poor abused body. Etrian placing his thumb in her mouth as he stroked his cock in another hand.

“Shhh. How about you put me in your mouth while he has his fun. It’ll be nice to have something in your pretty mouth.”

(Your name) could only nod her head as Cedric continued to pound into her. His balls slapping roughly into her ass as she started choking on Etrian’s cock.

“Look at that. Such a good girl taking two cocks. You’re gonna be both of our wife. It’ll be fun won’t it?” Etrian cooed as Cedric started to cry.

“I’m gonna cum. Fuck. I’m gonna get you pregnant, (your name).” Cedric threw back his head as he came deep inside (your name) the other Duke panting as he collapsed beside (your name), who continued to suck off Etrian.

“Look at us, (your name). All three of us are practically insatiable.” Etrian cooed as he watched Cedric start eating (your name) out.

“I told you I’d make you happy here.” Etrian cooed, (your name) pulling herself away from his cock to whisper.

“Yes I love it here, Etrian. I love you and Cedric so much. Ah!”

“Such a good girl.” Etrian cooed, his tentacles wrapping around (your name) as he continued to play with her body. “You’re gonna be pregnant with twins by the time we’re finished with you.”

“Thank you… thank you…” (your name) cried as she felt her body be flipped over by Cedric who decided he was going to go for another round.

“Isn’t she such a good girl, Cedric.” Cedric nodded his head as he started pressing hot kisses on (your name)’s body.

“You should be happy to know that you two never actually divorced and now the both of us are married to her. My empire just allows polyamory so it’s easier for us to have fun here.”

“Isn’t that fun, Cedric? We’ll all be one big happy family.” Etrian soon pushed (your name) onto Cedric’s lap, who was still pounding into her like a madman.

Etrian positioned himself behind (your name), a wicked smile on his beautiful face.

“Now let’s see how well you can handle two cocks in one hole.”

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𝕀𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕐𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨

ʚ pairing ɞ stepbrother!denki kaminari x reader

NSFW, dark content, aged up characters (21+)

ʚ word count ɞ 4.7k

ʚ summary ɞ having a step brother isn’t easy, especially if he is as fun and good looking as yours. you always got along just fine, but some very depraved and dark corner of your mind always forced you to look at him different, to imagine things that were taboo—to touch yourself while thinking of him. so when you had to crash at his place for a couple of days while your apartment was being fumigated, things escalated rather fast. i mean, it’s fine if it doesn’t go in, right?

ʚ tags ɞ mention of death (reader’s mother), tw stepcest, tw dubcon, masturbation, tw voyeurism, oral (f!receiving), tw spit, pussyjob, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breeding, recording, blackmail

Most people say that having a parent remarry and having step-siblings is awful. You, however, don't see it that way.

Despite the devastation of losing your mother at a young age, you were grateful to your father for stepping up and taking care of you with everything he had after your mother's passing. You were 4 at the time, and things didn’t quite make sense until you got older—but with time, the more you matured, the more you came to terms with the situation. The older you got, the better you understood how much of a super dad you actually had—on the one hand, he always prioritized you, gave you everything he could and made sure that you didn’t miss out on anything, partially spoiling his little girl. On the other hand, he also chose to be very honest with you and talk to you about difficult topics instead of shying away from them. Therefore, you were able to understand what happened to your mother and were fully supported while working through the grief.

For all this, you were truly grateful to your dad, though, there came a time where you became aware of all the sacrifices that he had made for your sake as well. Turns out, that he avoided dating anyone else for the longest of times, resulting in you having to actually push him into pursuing romance and give him your slightly aggressive blessing.

"Dad, it's just a date." You roll your eyes at him.

"It feels like I'm betraying your mother, our family."

"Dad," you hold his gaze firmly. "Mom is gone. I'm in high school. And you deserve to be happy! Get out there, have some fun!" You push him forcefully out the front door and fix the collar of his shirt. "Don't be home too late, I’ll leave you some lasagna in the fridge. Now go!"

And when he found someone that made him happy, someone that made his worries go away, you were nothing but supportive. She was gorgeous and smart and had witty remarks that made you laugh, so you accepted her into your life. However, she also had a son, the same age as you—a tall and lanky boy named Denki Kaminari.

The first time you met him it was awkward, you were both 18—just about to graduate from high school, you were shy and quiet and he was just all over the place, bouncing with energy. But you found common ground, talking about games and anime, so you became friends rather quickly, progressively spending more and more time together. You’ve always been an honest person so denying that you thought he was handsome was pointless—fluffy blonde hair and amber eyes that turn gold in the sunlight, he had a very intoxicating smile, and most importantly of all—he made you laugh. But he was your dad’s girlfriend’s son, so he was—in all ways possible—off limits to you. Therefore you were content just admiring him from afar.

Sometimes, you stared a bit too much, making up scenarios in your head before bedtime, turning off all the lights before you push your panties aside, ashamed that it's him you’re thinking about.

And here you were, two years later walking your respective parents down the aisle, grinning at each other and testing out how it feels to refer to each other as brother and sister.

"Okay little sis, shall we hit the open bar, get wasted and embarrass our parents?"

"Totally, big brother," you winked at him and his face turned red at a comically fast pace.

"Okay, how about we drop the sis ‘n bro stuff? Feels weird."

"Does it now, big brother?" you bat your eyelashes at him, a seductive smile plastered on your lips. All Denki can manage is a dramatic groan in response, walking away quickly, hearing you cackle as the distance between you two grew larger.

He might be off limits, even more so now that he was your step brother, but you still enjoyed making him flustered. The perk of it was that it was extremely easy to do so—blow some air on his nape, trace a finger along his jawline and he’s ready to turn into a puddle on the floor.

And you did this within limits. Of course.

Your parents were happy that the both of you got along so well, and even happier when you both got accepted into the same college, living in the same city. Although you studied different courses, rarely seeing each other on campus, you did occasionally go to parties together, Denki making sure to get your drunk ass back home safely every time. He was kind and dependent and always had your back.

Even more so when you had discovered that your suspiciously cheap rental apartment was infested with termites, having to be fully fumigated, and you had to ask your step brother if you could crash at his place for a couple of days.

“Of course!” his voice sounded chipper over the phone. “We’re so totally having a Marvel marathon, I am not taking no for an answer, pack your shit and come over, I’ll have nachos ready in 30 minutes.”

The line went silent as he hung up and you found yourself smiling at his enthusiasm. A voice at the back of your head told you he’d be such a fine boyfriend—if he wasn’t your step brother.

Yet, you allowed yourself a few minutes of imagining what kind of dates he would take you on—arcade dates, bringing you to museums so he can narrate over the audio guide with absolute nonsense and making some lame joke about van Gogh and George Weasly and ‘hole-y’. You shake your head as if to purge the thoughts and you get on with packing your essentials for the next couple of days.

You stare at your underwear drawer and contemplate. Would it be weird if you pick the sexiest lingerie you own... just to stay at your step brother's place for a few days? Totally not.

“Self-care.” You say to yourself as you take out several lacy thongs and bralettes that match, carefully placing them in your suitcase. You just like wearing nice underwear, what’s the big deal? It’s only for you to see anyway.

Right?

Happy with the items you’ve packed, double checking if you’ve got your toothbrush and all your chargers— you take a deep breath and vacate your apartment, heading over to Denki’s.

“We should’ve just gotten an apartment together, it would’ve been so much cheaper and nicer.” Denki whined as he helped you carry your suitcase up the stairs, as his building had no elevator.

“So what I’m hearing is you want to see my pretty face every day, correct?” you smirked, noticing the barely visible butt clench he did upon hearing your words, at which you chuckled. “Honestly, you’d get sick of me in about a week so be glad we don’t live together.”

He grumbles something you can't understand under his breath and you allow him to move on from the topic.

The first night in his apartment goes well—you have dinner together and then proceed with a quiet movie night. Snuggled together under a fuzzy blanket, the light of the TV was illuminating Denki’s face, showing off his best features—playful amber eyes, devilish smile and a sharp jawline. You spent more time looking at said face and judging the softness of his blonde locks, rather than looking at whatever movie he put on for you.

The realization that you haven’t gotten laid for a few months now and that your step brother is awfully handsome makes you feel a certain way, insides knotting up and devious thoughts plaguing your mind.

Mindlessly, you place your hand on his thigh under the blanket and you feel his body immediately tense up under your touch. Kaminari tries to play it off cool, like nothing has happened, keeping his gaze fixed on the screen.

So that’s how you wanna play, hm?

Your hand travels up and down his thigh, caressing it, squeezing it every once in a while and slowly but surely going further up with each stroke. At the same time you maintain a blank façade, pretending to be fully focused on the movie.

Once your hand starts getting dangerously close to his now semi-hard cock, Denki lets out a fake cough and gets up under the pretense of getting ice cream and some new drinks. Your eyes follow his frame as he exits the room almost skittishly and the dangerous thoughts make you lick your lips in excitement.

He’d look very cute broken and torn up over experiencing sexual desire towards his little step sister.

A plan begins forming in your head.

You spend the rest of the evening making Denki’s temperature rise and his ears turn red with embarrassment—a subtle press of your tits against his arm when you cling to it, removing stray hairs from his face with a gentle hand, accidentally tracing his jawline with your finger, keeping his gaze just a tad longer than appropriate.

Meanwhile, Kaminari continues shifting uncomfortably in his seat, trying to find a pose that would allow him to hide how turned on he is, purposefully avoiding looking down your cleavage or observing how your shorts were riding up your thighs, revealing more plush skin that he wanted to sink his teeth into.

You don’t push too far though, you still had a couple of more days staying at his place, plenty of time to make your plan come to fruition. The movie comes to an end and you both decide to call it a night—you kiss his cheek and thank him again for allowing you to stay over, wishing him a good night and heading over to the guest bedroom where you were staying. His own room was right next door and you begin wondering how thin the walls really are.

Removing your clothes and kicking your panties aside, you make yourself comfortable on the bed and slide your hands down your torso, imagining how much bigger Denki’s would be, warmer than your own, eager.

Your mind conjures images of your step brother losing himself under you as you hover over his face, tongue lapping at your core like a starved man, staring up at you with those intoxicating cat-like amber eyes. Cupping your breast, a low moan escapes your lips as your other hand glides between your legs, humming with approval of how wet you are because of your step brother.

You touch yourself, rolling your nipples between your thumb and index finger, drawing circles on your clit and letting your mind relish in all the taboo things you want to do with Denki, paying less and less attention to the needy sounds bouncing off of the walls, yet hoping that they reach Denki’s ears.

And they do—in the other room Denki has his ear pressed to the wall, already fumbling with the zipper of his pants, his face so red and hot because he knows how wrong this is. You’re his little sister, not by blood, but you were family, and God, you were still incredibly gorgeous and just his type.

He had put so much effort over the years into not being a creep, not watching your ass as you walk away or blatantly staring at your tits. He had learned to be subtle, to be unnoticeable, to steal glances and satisfy himself by just imagining your lips around his cock—just that, nothing more.

But now, having you in his apartment, being surrounded by the scent of your perfume mixed with the coconut-scented shampoo you use—he was losing his mind. You’d been so much more touchy than usual this evening and your hand on his thigh made him feel dirty, so here he was now, listening in on you, knowing full well what you were doing and how incredibly wrong this was, invading your privacy and taking advantage of it, but he couldn’t help it.

Lip tucked between his teeth to keep quiet, he spits onto his palm and spreads his saliva over his cock, slowly fucking into his fist, trying to match your pace he was trying to guess from the cute whines he could hear. He imagined you spreading your pussy for him, beckoning him to take advantage of you, calling him ‘big brother’ in that seductive voice of yours that could drive him mad. Hearing you panting louder, breath uneven and needy, he allows himself to go faster, now picturing himself pushing his cock into your tight little hole, imagining his cum leaking out of you and just like that, faster than he’s ever experienced, he came in his hand shooting thick ropes of cum onto his knuckles and pillow, his heart threatening to leave his chest cavity.

The post-nut clarity hits him and Denki is plagued with shame and guilt, quickly removing his pillowcase and bedsheets and tossing them to the side, replacing the old one with new clean ones while mentally berating himself, feeling disgusted with his own actions.

He no longer hears you moaning in the other room, the sweet sound dying down and feels relieved, shoving his face into the freshly changed pillow and trying not to scream at himself. It felt like he had committed a crime, a sin of some sort, his own guilty conscience not allowing him to get much sleep, forcing Kaminari to toss and turn for the most part of the night, shaking his head as if trying to push away the thoughts of your breasts in his mouth out of his mind by force.

The next day, he seems to be the same, shoulders sagged with guilt, barely managing to look you in the eye during breakfast. Both of you had classes, so you drive to campus together and Denki, happy to have a distraction from his lewd thoughts about his own step sister.

You on the other hand keep your focus on your plan the entire day, not paying attention to a single lecture, forgetting to even eat lunch—completely consumed by your desire to have your step brother snap.

You had it all figured out—with your classes finishing earlier than Kaminari’s, you could head home before him and use the spare key he gave you to prepare for his return. You knew your brother was very curious, not a doubt in your mind that he would seek you out when he got in and you hoped that what he found would be enough to make Denki lose control.

And to no surprise, everything goes exactly according to your vision. You shower and put on some of that pretty lingerie you had brought with you, leaving the door to your room slightly cracked open, whilst entertaining yourself until the target audience for your little performance had returned home.

You’re lying on the bed—face down, ass up when you hear the front door open, the sound making you quiver with excitement, heart beating even faster as his footsteps approach, the fingers playing with your clit speeding up, your arousal dribbling down your thighs in fat droplets

The house was suspiciously quiet, leading Denki to believe you hadn’t gotten back yet. He’d kicked his shoes off to the side, tossing his bag onto the couch before heading towards his room with the intention to shed off his outside clothes and switch into something more comfortable. That didn’t end up being the case. Noticing that the door to your room was ajar, he takes a quick glance through the crack, freezing in his tracks as his sunshine eyes fixate on your drooling cunt, clenching around nothing, your arousal soaked fingers toying with your puffy folds. In this position you can’t see him, so Kaminari basks in the sight for a few moments to enjoy this, to memorize it and engrave the image of your cute cunt into his mind—trying hard to ignore the raging boner in his pants.

Kaminari gulps, feeling as if there’s a massive lump in his throat, right hand absentmindedly adjusting his now hard cock.

“Denks,” your needy voice shocks him out of his trance. “Please...”

His brain short circuits.

Time feels frozen, the noise of the outside world fading into nothing and the sound of his heartbeat ringing in his head deafeningly loud.

His name just left your mouth.

You said his name. You begged for him.

Once more, Kaminari hears his name, watching you arch your back even more, spreading your legs further and sinking down onto the bed while begging for him incoherently.

Denki sits there, motionless, watching his little step sister cumming hard, making a mess on the bed sheets while chanting his name.

For many years, his sanity and patience were tested—like a string tightly pulled back. In this single moment as he watched his step sister shake in the aftermath of her orgasm, that string finally snapped.

He opens the door, slowly at first and then in two short strides he’s behind you, pulling you up by the hair, pressing your back to his chest and breathing hard down your neck.

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that little sis?” Inhaling in your scent, the blonde holds you tight against him, tugging on your hair again to force you to look up at the ceiling—knowing he wouldn’t be able to have any self-restraint if he looked into your eyes.

“Moaning my name as you cum? You want your big brother that badly, hm?” His throbbing shaft presses against your ass, still clad in jeans, but you could feel it through the fabric.

You shut your eyes in embarrassment but don’t attempt to escape his grip, the lack of response to his question makes Denki even more impatient.

“Answer.” he growls in your ear.

“Y-Yes,” your voice comes out uneven. “I w-want my stepbrother, please.”

Your eyes stay tightly shut but your body gives your reaction away—shaking with anticipation and excitement, feeling your juices begin to slide between your folds again.

“Didn’t think you were this sick in the head, but who am I to refuse my precious little sister, huh?” You can't see his face but you can hear the sinister smile, feel how thrilled he is by the way his grip on you tightens. Suddenly, Kaminari’s pushing your head back down onto the mattress, crouching down to take a good look at your glistening wet cunt. Your little pleasure nub looks so cute and swollen he can't help himself by giving it an experimental lick, appreciating the way your body tenses. So he does it again and again—paying good attention to your needy bud, kissing and lightly sucking on it, mapping out how you react to each movement.

You drip like sweet honey onto Denki’s tongue, showering him in lustful mewls and needy grinds against his face, tiny fists balling the sheets when he slips his tongue inside your needy hole. He eats you out like a man starving, holding your hips steadily in place. Your big brother loves the way your thighs tremble and your breath is uneven and he is determined to get you to cum on his tongue, he needs it.

And it doesn’t take long for your slick to overflow from your body, the thought alone that your step brother’s chin was shining with your mess was enough to make you melt into a puddle, the taboo aspect of what you were doing pushing you over the edge too quickly.

With a silent cry, you cum hard, pressing yourself against Kaminari’s face, a trickle of drool sliding down your own chin as your eyes roll back from pleasure so intense, your senses become overloaded for a moment that all you see is white.

Before you come back down from your high and your soul returns to its body, Denki has managed to kick aside his jeans and boxers, knees digging into the edge of the mattress and his leaking cock glides between your sticky folds.

For a split second an uneasy feeling captures your heart in an icy grip.

“Don’t worry. It’s okay if it doesn’t go in, right little sis?” the blonde’s voice is thickly coated with smugness, with a sense of toxicity that should be so incredibly off-putting, yet it makes your insides twist with desire.

Two orgasms in, and your head starts to feel fuzzy, the heat emanating from his length rubbing against your slit making you feel like you have one foot off of the edge of insanity. You circle your ass against his dick, desperate and teary-eyed, pleading and chanting his name like it’s a prayer, enjoying the friction of your step brother’s mushroom cockhead against your sensitive clit.

His hands explore the expanse of your body, following the curves and dips of your hips, squeezing the doughy skin on your hips. Denki was greedily taking in every weak sigh you let out and every shudder you respond with, basking in the knowledge that he’s the one making his little sister drip down on his girth, oozing into the sheets and making a mess of them. You feel the heat rising inside you, knots forming in the pit of your stomach, the madness creeping further across your brain with the sound of Denki’s filthy words in your ear. The sound of his dick slipping back and forth on your wet cunt. Everything is so obscene, even the scent of him is working you up more, the knots twisting tighter.

You crave more.

You shouldn’t.

Denki—he’s your step brother there would be so many consequences, so many drawbacks of your current situation.

But consequences be damned, because the vein on the underside of his shaft feels so good against your sensitive clit, so much so that your brain throws all logic and reason out the window.

Denki is nearly as desperate as you are, and he gripes and grunts loudly—so close to release, just from the wetness of your pretty pussy engulfing him. So when you lift your hips up and angle them against the head of his girth, pushing past your entrance with ease—he nearly loses it.

The softness and warmth of your cunt wrapping around his cock makes him feel like his soul is ascending to high heavens, eyes rolling back in his skull and body shaking in ecstasy with every inch of him that you take until he’s fully sheathed in you, balls laying flat against your swollen pleasure nub.

You don’t give him time to prepare, to react even—slamming your hips back against his as quickly as your body can handle, yearning for that the feeling of the tip of his dick reaching deep inside of you and helping the pressure build even faster.

Cock drunk and cross-eyed, absolutely debauched and unashamed, your body forces out another orgasm, causing your muscles to spasm with a string of curses leaving your pretty lips as your soft walls clamp down on the blonde’s dick.

Denki sees stars, the only thought crossing his mind in that moment being that he will never have pussy this good ever again—so snug against him, pulsing violently around his length, selfishly sucking him in deeper. And with that singular thought, your step brother decides to fuck you stupid, make you feel the exact same way he does—like nothing would ever be good enough again.

Snapping out of the trance your perfect pussy has put him in, he props up a leg on the bed, pulling his length out of your heat and marveling at the way your cunt gleams luxuriously with the crude mix of his precum and your erotic juices, clenching and spasming around nothing. You whimper, but before you can clearly state your protest, Kaminari spits on your raw and abused mound, slamming his entire length into you once more, with only a single motion, setting a meteoric pace—spreading your ass cheeks apart so he can fuck into you harder.

Forgetting all his previous misgivings about fucking his little sister, Denki gives into his carnal desire and takes everything he can from you. A thumb now collecting the arousal from between your legs and using it as lubrication to toy with your pert ass, slowly pushing in the digit into you as you become impossibly tighter around him.

“One more time—I need to feel you cum around my cock one more time, sis,” Angling his hips to hit your sweet spot with every thrust, Denki practically makes you scream out his name, the blistering heat of his cockhead kissing your cervix repeatedly, leaving your brain absolutely scrambled.

You don’t even think it’s possible for you to cum again, but the telltale signs of your impending orgasm are there. However, it feels different this time, as if there’s some sort of pressure bubbling up inside you—like a volcano ready to erupt. A string of pleas leave your wet lips, not really knowing what you’re begging for but Denki understands—maintaining the same angle and rhythm, he sneaks a hand around your torso to rub gentle circles over your puffy clit, the action pushing you over the edge.

With a loud cry, you tense up around him so hard that he has to pull out, clear liquid gushing from your aching cunt as you squirt onto the bed and taint Kaminari’s golden skin, body shaking violently with tears streaming down your face until you’re overwhelmed by the feeling. The view of your pussy gushing and squirting is so enticing, but Denki is too greedy to allow you time to calm down, grabbing your hips and propping you up, lining his tip with your sopping entrance again and drilling into you at a ravenous pace.

You’re too sensitive, too sore, even—but he holds you firm against his chest, a hand around your throat, slightly restricting your breathing and keeping you from protesting while the blonde chases down his own release.

“ ‘m not fucking pulling out,” he growls into the shell of your ear, a cruel smile twitching at the corners of his lips. Kaminari’s words make you clamp down greedily on him, body instinctively trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

A couple more ruthless thrusts of his cock deep into your abused little pussy and he’s thrown over the edge, balls tightening and thick cum spilling deep into your womb—there’s so much of it, too much, to the point where it’s leaking out of your hole before he’s even pulled out. Your insides are burning hot with his seed and you can’t even be bothered to remind yourself if you’re on birth control or not, too fucked out to be able to conjure up a coherent thought.

Slowly pulling away, the tall blonde stares at your pink puffy pussy, thick cum oozing out in globs and dripping down your thighs—he collects the sticky substance with two fingers and promptly pushes the digits past your soft lips.

“Nasty little step sister, if I had known you were this slutty and desperate, I wouldn’t have spent countless nights fucking my fist—I would’ve fucked this pretty pussy of yours instead.” He taps the two digits that were in your mouth against your clit and your body jolts.

He moves away from the bed, grabbing something from your desk that you can’t see, still trying to collect yourself. Before you even had the chance to ask what it was, your step brother shows you his phone, the screen showing you a replay of what had just happened minutes before—a video of Denki fucking into you with no sound.

“Y-You recorded that?” the panic sobers you up as you quickly rise from the bed and try to take the phone from him.

But Kaminari’s much faster.

“Of course.” The corners of his lips turn upwards but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His body language shifts as he leans down, eyes raking over your naked, soiled body, a cool and foreboding aura seeping into the room, sneaking up on you. “Leverage, step sis.”

The words feel icy, goosebumps rising on your skin—with you barely recognizing the amber eyes looking down at you.

It was twisted, it was wrong, but one way or another—Denki Kaminari will keep you all to himself.

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dark-and-kawaii · 5 months

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༺ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐔𝐬𝐞 ༻

The rest of the lesser devils in court stood around you both, watching your disgrace unfold as you were used by Raphael.

Raphael | NSFW - Voyeurism - Exhibition

Your hands grip the armrests of the throne he had forced you into when he started this little game of his. You had refused to play along at first but it became clear quickly that Raphael wasn't looking for a challenge. You were no match for the Devil, especially not since you handed him the crown. The throne was an odd shape and your legs were spread uncomfortably wide as your feet struggled to find purchase somewhere.

The rest of the lesser devils in court stood around you both, watching your disgrace unfold as you were used as nothing more than a hole for their newfound leader. You can't bear to meet their gaze, knowing the shame and disgrace that fills the air. Your eyes fluttered shut, you could feel your release coming, it wouldn't be the first time you came from Raphael using your body in front of others. You hated yourself for it but your body was trained to react this way, you had been conditioned to love it. To crave it. To respond to his every command.

Raphael can feel your walls tightening around him, signaling your impending release. He revels in the control he has over you, relishing the power he holds. Suddenly, he stops his thrusting, his cock buried deep inside you. He watches you intently, a sick grin spreading across his face. You open your eyes, tears streaming down your face, your body trembling with need.

Your head falls back against the throne, your throat dry from panting. You swallow hard, aware of Raphael's gaze fixed upon you. He wants you to beg, to surrender the last shred of control you have left. You fight against it, but deep down, you know you must comply.

"Beg for it, little mouse," he demands, his claws digging into the fabric of the throne as he grips it. His hips slamming into you, the force of his thrusts leaving you breathless. You gasp, your voice shaky as you plead, "Pl-please!"

But it was far too late, you crossed the line. You came without his permission, and Raphael's annoyance is evident. He seizes your hair, twisting it harshly, causing pain to shoot through your body. He cranks your neck, his grip unyielding. "Vermin," he growls, "it appears you elude growth. Untameable creatures, sworn to stay loath."

You whimper, desperate to please him. "P-please. I-I can do better," you plead, hoping to regain his favor.

Raphael throws your head back, the impact against his throne forgotten as he continues his relentless assault. Your body responds, twitching with every thrust, your moans growing louder. You can't fight it anymore. Your walls tighten around him once more, and you can feel his release building.

With a primal low groan, Raphael leans forward and sinks his teeth into your shoulder, causing a mix of pain and pleasure to surge through you. Your body convulses, your mind going blank as your release crashes over you again. Your mouth hangs open in a silent scream of ecstasy.

As you tremble, drained and lifeless against the throne, Raphael withdraws from you, his seed leaking from your spent body. He grips your chin, forcing you to look up at him, his voice filled with sadistic delight. "Tell me, oh Apple of my eye… What should your punishment be? Perhaps I should allow one of these devils below to enjoy you."

Hot tears stream down your face as you realize Raphael's words are meant to provoke you. The thought of being used by another other than Haarlep or himself, of being treated like a mere toy, fills you with dread. "R-Raphael, no, please..." you plead, your voice filled with a mix of fear and desperation. A chill ran down your spine at the thought of one of them releasing their own seed into you…

You wanted to trust he wouldn’t… But deep down, you know that in the realm of Hell, trust is a fragile thing, and the wickedness that resides within the souls of devils runs deep and untamed.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #raphael bg3 #bg3 raphael #tav #raphael x reader #raphael x tav #baldurs gate #tw.degradation #tw.voyeurism #tw.exhibitionism #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael the cambion #bg3 smut #raphael #bg3 x reader

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h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3 · 5 months

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𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔

𝐓𝐢𝐦 𝐋𝐚𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐧

8teen+ ⚠️

[TW: threesome, black reader! but any1 can read, sub reader, bimbo reader!, voyeurism, use of (y/n) a couple times, daddy kink, Tim gets off on eating 😻, oral (f receiving) , no protection 🙅🏾‍♀️, dirty talk ig] if I left out any let me know

[Summary: your the campus bimbo who's caught the eye of Tim and Darryl]

'there she goes man' Tim says, pushing Darryl's arm to get his attention. 'fuuck,' Darryl groans, seeing (y/n) about to make her way past them.

both taking a deep inhale as she walked by them 'you think she's thinking of us as the wind grazes her ass in that short ass skirt' Tim questioned. catching Darryl of guard making him take his eyes off of the girl who did infact have on a "mini skirt," but it honestly was just a band of fabric rapped around her ass.

'you can't say shit like that in public' he replies looking around like he didn't approve of what Tim said checking to see who heard before smirking and dapping him up 'she most definitely do tho' he exclaimed as they started laughing.

and it was true for the most part. you had no clue who they were by name, but you'd seen them all the time even had class with em. you always saw them smiling and laughing when they thought you weren't paying attention, commenting about what you were wearing, even going as far to talk about your ass. You had no problem being their entertainment when they came around. They were fine as fuck and it was much better than the creepy janitors.

making your way to your Anthropology class that you honestly just took for an easy A, and if you didnt at least make that you wouldn't be bored for a good hour and 30. win, win , actually make that win, win, win, because you just so happen to share this class with Darryl.

it honestly was a complete accident but why not take what they universe gives. that's exactly what you do as you sit in the front of class, not taking notes but playing with the fur ball on your pen imagining just how many ways you could be slutted out right now.

your chair was moved back from the desk you sit at so you can comfortably cross your legs, no work on your desk, just your pink juicy bag.

you can feel his eyes on you as you adjust in the uncomfortable chair provided by the school. feeling him as he takes in the new skin revealed by your readjusting. as he admires how the low lighting makes your look almost edible. how your skin glowed, he could imagine how it felt from here.

☆

just as the teacher finishes answering a students questions the bell rings, prompting her to put away her pen and ready to leave. Darryl speeds up putting away his notes to catch up to her just as she exits the class.

'hey' he calls out getting your attention, making you turn around to meet him. 'I see you don't really take notes in Anthropology, so if you wanted to have mine, I'd be happy to give them to you,' he says notebook in hand. 'I couldn't possibly do that, you spent all class taking those notes, and there's bound to be a paper due.' you kindly decline, knowing you'd have no use for the notes even of a paper was due.

' oh well, yea that's no problem, who cares about a paper' Darryl replies making a face. ' this is Anthropology, I just write exactly what he says in my papers. what is it gonna be? wrong?'he jokes, making you laugh. 'here' he says handing you the notebook.

'thank you' whispered trying to hold back a big ass smile but failing miserably. ' im (y/n)' you say reaching your free hand out to shake his.' Darryl' as he shakes your hand 'nice to meet you' he says with a fine ass smile on his face, not letting your hand go.

'and this is' he says turning you and pulling your back into his front. ' Tim LaFlour ' he introduces in a fancy voice. letting out a chuckle at him you introduce yourself to Tim.' how do you guys know eachother?'you question 'were roomstes' Tim asnwers. 'cute' you reply with a laugh, you guys talk for a little before they invite you to have lunch with them.

it's a cute dinner not to far off of campus 'you guys live close to here?' you ask as you grab a fry. 'yea why, wanna spend the night' Tim Jokes, well he might be joking. ' why' you say tilting your head 'ya think I'm that easy tim' you pout. 'aww what never' he says sarcasticly, although it might be offensive he's not wrong. let them invite you over and your coming, in a heartbeat.

Darryl throws a fry a Tim 'ow'. 'don't listen to him, he's just mad he's that easy' he says making you all laugh. 'what not baby Tim Tim' you fake surprise holding your hand over your heart. 'no see its different, ive denied myself of all pleasures so now I can freely indulge in them.' he explained like it was common knowledge. 'okay, sure' as you laugh with Darryl.

☆

welp they did end up inviting her over, honestly at first she wasn't going to do anything, she was gonna make them wait for it, but making them wait for it means she'd too also have to wait for it .. and as Tim said we've been denied long enough might as well indulge, that's basically what he said so it counts.

so that's how she found herself being carried into their shared apartment by Tim as they made out making their way to the couch. waisting no time Tim began to undress the both of them.

watching as they finally rid themselves of their clothes Darryl sat in the chair across from the couch. watching as Tim dropped his hand to her pussy rubbing over her entrance collecting her juices on his fingers and her moans in his mouth as he hungrily kissed her.

feeling his pants tighten as Tim broke the kiss with (y/n) finally allowing her moans to be put on full display as he started to devour her from the inside out. lapping up the juices that collected on her pussy and letting his index and middle finger slip into her entrance forcing out a breathy 'fuck' from her lips.

bringing one hand to cover your mouth as Tim pushed your thighs up to your shoulder. removing his mouth from you 'hold them' before going back to your pussy. listening and holding your thighs to your shoulders with your free hand. not noticing Darryl rising from his chair and making his way over to you. grasping your hand in his taking it from your mouth and placing it over his buldge in his jeans 'baby why you wanna be quiet when you making me feel like this' he says before squating to meet your face.

bringing your hand in his up to his lips leaving a soft kiss. 'look at that baby'using his other hand to support your head so you could look as Tim eats your pussy like a five star meal, his fingers disappearing and reappearing like magic, and that's exactly what it felt like.'don't stop daddy please' you moan as Darryl lets your head fall back.

still holding your legs up like the good girl you were, you knew your orgasm wasn't far off when Tim removed his fingers gripping your ass and burying his face is your pussy. Darryl leaves kisses along your thigh as he watches his roommate make your cum on their shared couch.

'fuck I'm gonna cum' you say releasing your thighs thinking that'd subtle the pleasure only for Tim to grip under your knees removing his mouth from you raising up to his knees and thrusting his cock into you.

'fuck' you scream instantly cumming around him, tightening in ways that make Tim moan loudly as he starts to fuck into you. 'God I'm gonna cum' he whimpers speeding up his thrust before he stills fully in you letting his cum spirt into you..

your mind goes blank and it's possible you've just witnessed judgment day in 4k.

it's not long before your feel Tim slide out of you. Hearing snapping you open your eyes to see Darryl infront of you 'thought we lost you for a sec, you think you can go again baby?' he questions kindly, moving your hair off of your sweat covered forhead as you nod 'yes' you say 'please'.

he chuckles removing his shirt not to shortly followed by his jeans. left in his boxers you see just how turned on he was. cock hard and leaking. you sit up grabbing the waist band and reaching your hand into his boxers to pull him out, admiring everything about him.

leaning forward to lick his cock he stops you before you can get a taste. ' not what I want baby' he states. moving you like you were light as a feather over the shoulder of the couch collecting the mixed fluids on your pussy with his tip before pushing Into your entrance.

letting out a moan as you gripped the couch. 'fuck daddy' pushing your ass back onto him. groaning as you take him the rest of the way in he throws his head back 'fuck baby' he groans, letting his eyes look over to Tim who now occupies his previous seat, letting his hand lazyly stroke his cock. 'fuck' Darryl moans taking his attention back to you placing his hand at the center of your arch. letting his other hand find home in the hair on the back of your head.

he started off slow just grinding into you, moving to taking the base only out and grinding back into you, slowly taking more and more out each time. when he finally gets to the tip he moves his hand from your back, snaking it over you're stomach letting the other fall from your hair to your throat as he starts to rapidly thrust into you giving you no time to prepare.

'oh my god- oh - fuck fuck fuck- god' is all you can let out along with pathetic moans as he fucks into you the way you needed to be fucked.

feeling his pace stutter and his cock pulse as he leans down onto your shoulder not letting up for a moment 'come on baby I can feel you, you wanna cum' he says as you tighten in attempt to hold off your orgasim. ' cum on daddys dick, please baby, god, wanna feel you cum baby' as he speeded up fucking you into your orgasm. following right after. releasing a deep groan while fucking his cum deeper into you before pulling out.

looking over to Tim he sees that his hand and stomach were covered in cum. letting out a breathy laugh looking back to you.

"five minute break before round two?"

★★★

a/n:

leaves thoughts I don't know who I like it .

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iwaasfairy · 2 years

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┌─ “ „ POISONOUS ─┐

tw. almost noncon, incest, manipulation/coercion, lowkey cucking, manhandling, voyeurism, breeding, oral wordcount. 5.8k

a/n. day 1 of kinktober fics! writing suna was very fun but also kinda hard so i apologize if he's written pretty rough ♡♡♡ but i did it for the suna fans in the audience, so you better appreciate how long this fic is at least! anyway i love him and his stupid as fuck perfect face

suna rintaro x fem!reader x miya osamu

There’s a certain charm to the way it trickles from the roof down, down the pipe into the ever increasing puddle of muddy, dirty rainwater. It gives him the same feeling he gets when that rain drums hard on the translucent umbrella above his head, with the rhythmic pattern of a frantic heartbeat. Makes his evenings walking back along the same street, same houses, same -now that winter is on its way- dreadful scenery a bit more bearable. His thighs and core still tingle from practice, radiating heat like a stove— and if he stares long enough he could convince himself that droplets aiming for his skin evaporate upon landing.

His typical, daily walk ends at the end of the road; the house on the very edge, two facades free to the street as a stray car slowly drives by and makes the wet sidewalk sud with more water. Lucky he’s not wearing nice sneakers, he presumes. It’s not his house. Can’t be, you wouldn’t allow it. And ignore it as he might, his repentance is indefinitely tied to this place.

As he stuffs the spare pair of keys into the keyhole, the flowy curtains pull back, and he lowers the umbrella to pull it to a squeaked close. He can sense the eyes on him, even if he can’t see them, and lets a grin curl onto his lips. Click of the lock, not once but twice, and a little shove — and the curtain drops closed as the pat of feet running down the hall meets his ears. The door is swung open before him with a sort of mix between fear and excitement that scares him for a moment, arm reaching to block the exit before he can think it through; or see if you’ll stop in time.

An arm and a leg, knee also knocking into the doorframe to block the path towards the street, like you’re an overzealous pet. But he doesn’t have time to think it through, before your face is aimed at his and you’re staring up at him like you’re appreciative and disgusted all at once. Your silence is tense, with the calculating way you position yourself in the doorway. But he smiles nevertheless, and clears his throat. “Hey, little sister. I’m home.”

Your long, stupid long fucking lashes flutter as you take a deep breath and reach to grab at his collar to gently, but impatiently, pull him down a few inches. “Rin nii,” you breathe, and smile as your eyes get a tad glossier. Though he can clearly tell you are a little bit uncomfortable embracing him again -his own fault, he knows- it’s a sweet attempt at normality. “I missed you.”

“Yeah?” His voice comes out a bit raspy, and he dips down to place a gentle kiss to the top of your crown. You basically melt against him at the touch, the human equivalent of a purr, and he runs long fingers along the side of your face with a soft breath. “Good.” Then he pulls back to glance at your face, the heat burning over your nose, and how you seem to be a little short of breath. That— and suddenly all at once he notices the distinct lack of much clothing, covering the doorway even more.

The look burns at the edges of his thin blanket of shame, and makes his stomach turn. “You should go back in, baby sister. You’re giving the neighborhood a show.” Your expression barely changes, but there’s a split second where your eyes flick to his waist, then right back up. It’s not even an unfair reaction, but it still makes him let out a cold laugh, looking away. Well, you’re not wrong, he guesses. The moment’s enough to have him forgetting about the familiar rush of displeasure, the nauseating feeling of jealousy seeping from his skin. In this split second, there’s only him between you, and that door; and he’d never forgive himself if you got away again. Got hurt. He just… just can’t have you running out.

Not again. “C’mon, use those pretty little legs to carry yourself all the way back to the couch, and then we can talk.” Your big eyes flick only over his shoulder for a second, like you’re considering the possibility of running, before you turn and thump back the way you came. And another familiar voice sounds out through the hall.

“Yer late, she ‘bout threw a whole fit before I could get ma hands on ‘er. Baby, c’mere, sit back down.” He’s interrupted by your soft voice, though you’re too quiet for him to make out what you say. And after a hum, Osamu continues. “Ran out into the yard— she was near hypothermic before I got her into the bath.” There’s a few moments of silence, before a low moan comes. “Fuck, that’s it— Take it ju~st like that.” Rintaro bristles, skin crawling with a low sort of irritation that makes the hairs on his arms stand upright. He closes the door behind him and takes a long, deliberate breath- then walks around the corner. The sight that greets him makes him a little sick to his stomach, though mostly from the icky envy sticking to the roof of his mouth as he drops his bag of practice gear aside and averts his eyes.

From the way you, his girl, his property, is sat between Osamu’s legs; pretty lips kissing up the length of his cock with a whine and a shiver. The brunet grimaces. “Samu, I thought I asked you not to pull this shit with her when I’m around.”

“Ya weren’t, until two seconds ago,” Osamu simply responds, grabbing your cheek to coach you back to his cock and bucking into your wet mouth as the sound -along with your pretty moans- fills the silence in the room. Rintaro’s eyes glide back to his friend, trying to bite through the hostility. You pull back with another noise, but Osamu’s grip on your cheek doesn’t allow for much room, and so you huff and lick at the head for a few more moments. “B’sides, she’s my fiancée,” the wet noise of your tongue darting around his length as he forces it back into your mouth, “don’t tell me- w-what to do- ah- with my own wife… And s’nothin’ you haven’t seen before, Rin.”

It stays quiet for a long time, where time itself seems to hold its breath for you three. As the truth collects in a puddle between you all and wets your feet with icy pinpricks. The other man is the first to break the silence, as he brushes his thumbs along your cheeks in the exposed position. “She’s your sister, Rin. You guys have ta sort this thing out, don’t ya think? Right, baby?”

“... I let him in, didn’t I?” You pull back again, swallow and take a deep breath against the tears on your waterline, before wrapping your soft palm around Osamu’s cock to turn over your shoulder. Eyes questioning, carefully flitting over his expression to test the waters. “We’re okay, Rin nii. You’re… fine.” It's vile. The way his brain clings to that admittance of mercy, and melting it together with the image of your flushed, glossy lips and marked up neck and tits. You mewl under your breath, going more putty when your soon-to-be husband pulls your head towards the ceiling by your hair.

Osamu groans low when you continue the handjob dutifully, but lets his eyes flutter closed on the couch, and you don’t take your eyes away from him where he still remains to the side. “Rintaro,” you speak it again, even softer— like the feeling of his name on your tongue is almost too much to bear. He feels the same. He shrugs off his jacket, gives you another last look, before walking past you two towards the bedrooms. “Nii nii,” you almost beg.

But he can’t. “Well, let me know when you finish up here,” his voice is slow and deliberate as you fully attempt to follow him, but the hand in your hair stops you. And though Osamu lets out a slight grumble under his breath, he pretends well not to care, coaching you patiently back to the hot cock in front of your face. You don’t struggle, not anymore, and Rintaro wills himself not to feel the ache in the center of his chest as he leaves you behind in the living room to mind his own. He would be mad. Could be, if not for the fact that he started all of this in the first place. Made a show out of you.

It doesn’t really surprise him that you don’t fight the order any harder either. You never fight anyone on their mishaps hard enough to cause a ripple. He loves you for it, he does. Even if everything else falls apart around you two, you love your big brother. He knows it, Osamu knows it, and even if you’re too proud to admit it— you did let him in. You have yet to deny him anything. He crashes onto the bed of the spare room, staring up at the ceiling as the sounds of you and the squeaking of the couch grow louder and louder.

“Rin nii, where are we going?” your voice echoes through the night, where you trip, stumble, and barely catch yourself on his arm as he laughs. Your little pout is set a little sharper when he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you along with him, ignoring street lights in favor of crossing the street under the protection of night. “Rintaro~” you whine long and needy, frown growing with each second he chuckles more— but he can’t help it. It’s exhilarating to have you clinging to his side like an overgrown child, fixed with an uncertainty only he can clear up.

“Stop being such a brat, just keep up,” he whispers into your crown, burying his face into your hair for just long enough to have the heat linger. “I need your help for something.” You falter a little in your step, and stare up at him as you walk, but he doesn’t look down. Can’t, or he might just spill his guts right here and now, both literally and figuratively. Truth is, you’re not stupid. A little too trusting, and endlessly forgiving of his sins, yes; but not stupid. He would dare to bet that you could figure it out if you really wanted to. And as long as you don’t bother to confront him, he isn’t going to speak life into it. “Stop staring.”

“Rin nii,” you try, only to snap your mouth shut when his sharp, bright eyes find yours.

Truth is— it’s easier to pretend that it’s brotherly affection, isn’t it? That you don’t feel the way his heart races as his arm slips around your lower back and he pulls you in close enough to share each other’s body heat. You walk through the empty-enough street with soft footsteps, pace fast, until he suddenly squeezes your hip. And though you bristle a little, you can only look at the side of his face. He refuses to make eye contact. “In here, c’mon.” You follow him in between the gates of the old park, towards the faint flickering of yellow light and murmuring— steps only getting a little more hesitant.

“Mom will know we left,” you suddenly whisper, hiding your face into his side more, and clinging to his long shirt with a sudden fear.

“We’re sibling bonding, little sister. Mom will understand. And I won’t tell if you don’t,” the brunet shoots back with a convincing grin, making you nod and wrap your arm around his waist in return. But really, his hands are a little shaky, and his throat dry. You arrive at the fire pit like that, tangled in each other’s embrace and hiding yourself into his ribs— his friends falling a little quiet before Rintaro dares peel himself away from you. Atsumu’s eyes look giddy in this light, and Osamu’s calculating but attentive. Aran only pauses his story for a few seconds, before smiling at you.

“You want to take a seat?”

Your first instinct -a fact that makes him heat up inside- is to look at your Rin nii for confirmation. And so he shakes his head. “She’s fine.”

“Told ya he’d actually get ‘er, Tsumu.” Osamu’s lips are wrapped around a beer bottle, one of many strewn around the fire. The heat of it makes you glow a little more, skin feeling electric on his. He feels a little fuzzy under all their gazes, under the expectations of the night. “Ya’ll hafta cough up fifty bucks soon.”

“‘M not coughin’ up shit until I see ‘t.” The other man besides him grimaces as he speaks, voice a little too loud in the silence of the night. “So, little Suna, ya like yer brother?” Atsumu’s eyes glint gold as he takes in how you’re still pressed into your big brother’s side, and you give him a polite nod as answer. Then the blond glances up at him instead, and leans back on the log he’s sat on. “What now, Sunarin…”

“He’ll do it,” Osamu mumbles.

And Atsumu frowns, taking a beer of his own. “Shut up, he couldn’t, Samu.”

They continue with the bickering as Rintaro’s hand slides down your spine to comfort you a little. “Do what?” you whisper, almost as if to yourself, and Rintaro’s breath hitches in his throat. Your eyes glisten as you turn to look up at him now, lips glossy as they pull into a frown. You clear your voice to speak louder, demanding as your chest presses against his belly in the process. “What did you take me out here for, Rintaro? Do what?”

His tongue rubs along the back of his teeth as he dares to finally, finally confront you — towering over you as he does, and takes your hand. You go blank-faced, and try to pull back; because maybe, whatever you see on his face isn’t the answer you were hoping for. But his fingers wrap tighter around your wrist, and he cracks open his mouth to let out a little chuckle. “What, you don’t trust your big brother?”

“Tell me what’s happening, Rin nii.” Your rapid breathing and the way you grab at his shirt like you’re ready to push, fight him if you have to, it stings. But he’s a good enough actor to bite through it to paint a smile on his lips, ignoring the eyes he can feel on the two of you. Staring in anticipation. There’s a few tense moments where you just stare up at him, big, innocent eyes flicking all over his face in question. Before you grow impatient and try to pull your hand away again, only to be stopped by his arm where he wraps it around the small of your waist. “I want to go home, nii nii,” your lip shakes, voice quieting to barely a whisper, “let go.”

“We’re just playing, little sis,” he breathes out with another smile, though he’s sure this one barely reaches the corners of his lips. Biting his bottom lip, he leans down further into your space until you’re basically nose to nose and your eyes go wide in shock. It happens before his brain can catch up with his body. One second you’re shoving at his shoulder in an attempt to escape from whatever situation he’s just trapped you in, and the next he’s pulling your head back by your hair and is kissing you like he means it. He does mean it.

Everything goes deathly quiet, save for the crackling of the fire and the rapid pounding of his blood rushing through his brain. Cheeks hot and lips tingly. His tongue is in your mouth before either of you have any chance to catch your balance, pulling you into him full force and squeezing you so close it’s suffocating. And then he moans, and you let out a muffled noise into his mouth and everything comes in with the weight of the world. The guys’ shocked mumbles. Your nails digging into his arm, your whimpering, the way you’re pushing against him and trying to snake out of his grip.

But it doesn’t really matter, because he’s still kissing you. You, the apple of his eye, the one thing he’s wanted more than he’s ever wanted anything. He’s actually fucking kissing you, making out with his little sister like the fucked up lunatic his friends bet he was. Can’t help but lick into the sweetness of your mouth and claim you for himself. “Stop wiggling. I don’t wanna hurt you,” Rintaro huffs in the split second you manage to separate yourself from him, before forcing another kiss on you and his time, your tongue tangles with his much sweeter. Turning into lazy kissing when you slump into his hold and your shaky hands reach for his collar. His head is heavy as he pulls back to stare at your puffy lips, the way your wet lashes flutter— and his stomach flips hard.

“Take off your shirt,” Rintaro breathes out into the tenseness of the air, “pants too.” Whatever you want to say next is interrupted by the way Atsumu breathes out a hoarse ‘bro’, and you stare at your big brother with utter mortification written all over your face. You shake his hands off of you and reach up to slap him hard across the cheek— though not nearly hard enough to knock him out of his love-drunk haze; and he’s grabbing at you and pulling you closer towards the firepit.

“Rintaro, no! Stop it, stop!” You cry as you’re hauled into clearer view and he manhandles you down onto the ground, with his body on top of you. “Stop being so weird, I wanna go home!” you can only squeak, and beg as your glossy eyes spill over into thick tears. “I did as you asked, now let me go~!” It’s with almost nauseating regret that he feels his cock stir hard in his jeans at the sight, the touching and blubbering panic crossing your pretty features.

“Rintaro, people will hear.” Aran softly speaks from the side, the twins rendered entirely quiet too.

But he— can’t let this chance go, can he? He loves you, loves you so fucking much it makes him sick. After years of longing and regret, you can’t possibly blame him. Your pitiful whining dies down almost instinctively when he kisses you again, claiming your mouth and cheeks and down your neck with hot panting, and grabs your upper arms to heave himself above you. “Come on, just trust me. Please. Big brother will take care of you.”

“No!” Your pretty cheeks are wet with tears by the time he takes a moment to look at you, really look at you. You’re halfway towards bawling your eyes out in his arms, clinging so desperately to him that the realization punches him in the belly hard enough to quiet him. Tongue tied. He’s immediately flooded by the weight of his actions, apologetic or not, loosening the grip he has on you just enough for you to take a sniffled breath and push yourself from the floor. You punch him hard in the chest, and run your hand under your nose to wipe away the snot and tears there, then get up entirely.

“I hate you, you’re such a dick! All of you.” You bite out through your tears, wobbly on your shaky legs. His mouth drops open, and suddenly he’s never felt more guilt in his whole life— he is so sorry, so, so, sorry— but before he can say anything of use, you’re turning on your heel, and marching out of their presence.

It wasn’t his stupid bet. It wasn’t him who noticed your infatuation with him first, it was them, it was his friends- his stupid friends— but- “Wait,” Rintaro manages to mumble, barely adible. But Osamu’s the first to move. Or rather -the only one not frozen in the absolute chaos of the moment- calling your name and gently jogging towards you as you disappear towards the far end of the quiet park.

Rin.

You don’t hate him anymore, do you? It’s been years, so he’s sure you can’t. He’s been patient. And apologetic, too. Penitent.

It’s definitely a few hours past midnight when he rolls over to meet warm skin, arm curling subconsciously around the heat. He lets out a long, heavy breath, burying deeper into the soft blanket. Before sharp eyes open again and zero in on the shape before him, no longer alone in the spare bed.

“Rin nii,” you whisper, looking ever so attentive.

He’s cold and warm all at once. “It’s the middle of the night,” his voice comes out heavier and a bit raspy as he pulls back his hand, “go back to bed.” You don’t acknowledge it, but are quick to tangle your fingers with his again despite his hesitation.

“Osamu says we should talk-”

“-we can talk in the morning,” Rin snaps back, staring at your face. It’s harsh, but … he’s well aware of his faults by now. And doing his best not to long for more is so much harder when you’re pressed close to him and look at him like he hung the moon in the sky. Truth is, he doesn’t trust himself anymore. Because he knows that if given the chance, he’d do everything Osamu did and then some— kiss your pretty lips until you run out of air and choke on his love. The silence remains thick between you two, your smaller hand squeezing tight around his. He’s really not sure how it happens, but you manage to shuffle close enough to take up his entire world, your legs tangled with his long limbs without hesitation. And you take a deep breath.

“I love you.” Rintaro’s pretty sure he’s lucid dreaming when you say it, whisper it like it’s a well kept secret; and don’t shy away from him when he leans in to hover his lips over yours. “Samu says we should make up, for his sake.” He can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it, but he nods anyway, barely sane as he stays right in place. Smiling, because he must be. A lunatic. Pining for his little sister like a first class Oedipus complex. “Are you sorry?” you ask, and he answers genuinely— because if nothing else, he loves you too much to care about perception.

“Always.” This too, is the truth. “I shouldn’t want you, but I do. I hate it.”

“I -” you start, and loop an arm around his neck to draw him even closer, “I wanted you first.” Everything goes a little crooked in his head. Palms clammy, he grips your hip with his free hand, and nose to nose, you let him pull you in more. Even daring to break the silence, heavy lashes fluttering with your words. “I don’t want you to leave anymore, niichan.” And then there’s a kiss. A hard kiss, grabbing your cheeks and pulling you in, immediately moving you to get pinned below him. With tongue and teeth, you two melt together as you whine and moan, and send him into a spiral even more than before.

“Always showing me what I can’t have,” Rintaro grunts as you tangle your fingers into the base of his hair, threading through it as you let him take you— wrap your thighs around his glutes. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” The kiss grows deeper, more intense, as he heaves his weight above you and presses you into the pillows, entire body hot and cold all at once. You’re so sweet under him, clinging to his wide shoulders as you give yourself to him and roll your hips against his. A soft ‘more’ is moaned against his lips, something he gladly gives into, pulling away to rid himself of the shirt making him overheat, and shoving his shorts down.

Then he's back to your mouth, and moaning your name into it, sucking on your tongue and squeezing your cheeks like he can’t possibly be close enough to you. His wiry body is wrapped entirely to swallow you up whole, strong thighs against your soft ones, your chest rising and falling against his, and an entirely new sort of noise falling from you as he goes between kissing you and nipping down your neck with greedy love bites. “You’re so- hmh, fucking beautiful; you’re mine. You’ve always been mine.” He pants against your neck as his cock swells in his boxers, pushing hard against the stretchy fabric and against your pelvic area and leaving him a trembling mess.

Like he’s a giddy teen all over again, you leave him sweating and too eager to really think. Hands come to squeeze your tits, all the years of pent up tension pouring into the kisses and words he lays on your skin, and you let him. Let all his doubt melt away into you as you kiss him again too, and moan for your big brother like you’ve never done before. He’s had the pleasure and punishment of hearing your noises plenty before, and not once were you like this. So vocal, desperately withering beneath his hands as they slide up your top and suck on your pebbled nipples.

Your hips buck against his hard cock until he can’t take another second, and crawls back to shove his boxers down his thighs. His heavy cock is leaking pre and glossy at the tip as it bounces between his legs, and his entire body feels electric when you moan loud and needy at the sight. “Niichan, please.” His ego glows bright in the darkness, at your coaching, and the way you’re desperately trying and failing to pull him closer. It’s cute. You’re cute. And also so fucking quick to follow suit and shuffle out of your panties it kinda shocks him, his balls feeling heavy and needy too.

He rolls your nipple between his fingers a few times, before sliding his big hands along your body down and overy your raised mound, and puffy lips of your wet -really fucking wet- pussy to stare. “G-od, please, nii nii, I want you. I love you,” you babble as you so hopelessly beg him to get closer, but the way your pussy glistens in the low light of the room is too much to ignore.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he coos, and chuckles in disbelief as his fingers find no resistance upon pushing into your clenching, sloppy cunt like he’s been dreaming of for years. “You wanted your big brother’s cock this bad? Hm?” Your head bps up and down honestly, tears glistening at your lash line while you curl in the blankets, and he doesn’t hold back from gripping his cock hard and wiping the head along your slit until your wetness coats him entirely. You feel so fucking good— it’s criminal. He’s already halfway to coming just from touching you like this, grabbing your chest to suck there impatiently. He lets out a long hum when you curl your arms around his head and sucks hard on your nipples, moving between the two of them to kiss and bite at his sister’s tits.

“Always want you, Rin. Even when you…” you go quiet, before biting your lip hard, “I still w-want you. Does that make me crazy?”

He’s back nose to nose when he pulls back to look at you proper, and the way you’re about to cry, cunt kissing the head of his cock and distracting him from full sentences. “No, you’re- it’s not. You’re my girl, ‘kay? Agh, you’re your big brother’s body t-to use. Give me a kiss.” You moan into it as he pulls you up against his body more, positioning you so that your cunt drools onto his cock and the hot, flushed head of it is able to rock against your needy pussy. His fat, heavy cock slips in while you’re saying his name, and makes his head go light and body go tingly.

You’re so fucking tight. So wet and sloppy all for him, and he groans long and deep as he pulls you down all the way onto his cock and fat balls with a slow pull. He can’t help it, his little sister’s just so fucking pretty taking his cock deep into your belly. Has him humping against you without much control, rhythm animalistic as he stuffs you full of cock with each hard pump. The sharp sting of his hip bones into your supple skin is enough to have you crying out, dutifully holding your hands to his broad shoulders with your head buried deep into his neck. It rattles the bed hard and obnoxious, and he doesn’t give a fuck.

Let Samu wake up, it’s all his fault anyways. All the noise and stimulation of his cock head nudging against your spongy spot has you trying to blink back tears, mouth cracked open and lips so puffy and pretty. Your cunt’s sucking on his cock like it’s enchanted, needing more and more and more. And Rintaro’s all too glad to give. “Rin nii, Rinta—” you whisper, choking your little breaths down and pushing back to meet his thrusts, tits bouncing with the motions.

“Fuck, baby sister, that’s it. Your pussy’s so fuck—ing good, s’tight. Takes me so- ugh, ah, so well.” He pulls your hips up into him to force his cock even deeper inside you, your gushing walls clinging to his pretty cock tighter than he can handle. Your body arches and trembles below him too, he can tell by the way you’re trying and failing to hang on more with his coaching, mewling incoherent pleas as your pussy gushes around him. “My little sister likes being stuffed full of cock? Like getting that needy pussy stretched by her nii nii, hm?” ‘Yes, yes,’ you babble over and over again, thighs sinking a little lower to tilt your hips into his thrusts.

This way his spongy, sensitive head bumps so perfectly up against your spot each time he fills you that it’s impossible to think straight. Let alone respond properly, barely aware he’s asked you anything at all. He can’t blame you, close enough to come with every single motion of his hips meeting yours. Each thump of the bed frame rattling as it hits the wall. “God, fuck, I’m fucking my little sister. ‘M so sorry. So fucking— shit, ahg-fuck.”

“Rintaro, rintaro, I’m close,” you breathe into a kiss you force onto him, taking his cheeks between both hands to pull him back to you and feel his balls slap against your ass, and strong thighs straining as he fucks into you again. “I want my big brother to make me cum.”

“Yeah, you wanna get this pretty belly filled with my cum?” He presses one hand between your bodies to your belly to push down on it, tightening the space around his cock even more and making him groan. Your cunt’s clenching around his dick so hard it’s making him lightheaded. Hair sticks to his face as he grips your face to slide his tongue into your mouth, and put all his devotion into showing you. Again, all you can do is bite your lip and moan, rolling your hips back right when he thrusts all the way back inside your ring of muscles. He only speeds the rhythm up when you don’t answer, laying down onto your body to bite the crook of your neck with a grunt. “Tell me, c’mon, fucking tell me. I wanna hear it.”

“Ah, I want my— b-big brother to cum in me,” you whimper at his hot breath on your neck and sticky skin molding with yours as his hips pound into you and his cock forces open your desperate walls. “Feels so good, so big, -ah- please. Gonna cum, g’na cum~ niichan.” He takes a deep breath at that, lifting himself off you and one hand coming to wrap around your throat to hold you for leverage, squeezing just right at the sides. It’s so perfect, the coil in your belly ready to snap so hard. You dangle on the edge of orgasm long enough to make your eyes roll back into your head. “Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah, cream all over my cock. You’re gonna milk me for every last bit of nii nii’s cum, that’s it.” You try to nod in his hold, but you’re being bounced on his cock so hard at this point that the blood’s rushing between your ears and deafening you. All that’s left is your needy body pushing back onto his cock and shaking when he sneaks his other hand between your legs to rub at your clit hard and precisely, with tiny circles right on the puffy, glossy nub. “Cum so that I can fill this pretty, cumdump pussy with my seed, baby. Come on. Cum. You’ll make me a daddy, right?” he hisses, squeezing harder and letting you see stars over your closed eyelids, pussy fluttering around him and pulling him back inside with each wet ‘pap’. “Say it,” he grunts.

“Yes, yes, I wan’it,” your voice rises in pitch each word with the relentless rubbing of your puffy clit, before your back arches entirely and you reach back to claw at his thighs as your orgasm hits you. His fingers don’t stop for a second as you cry out. “Ha-hng, big brother, big bru~dder! Want your cum, want Rin nii’s hot cum filling me up, please! Please- niichan!” His rhythm goes even faster, balls smacking to your dripping pussy and cock stretching you out so pretty.

You’re so pretty for him, shaking on his cock as he fucks you through it, and kisses your face for a few more thrusts before he cums with a choked grunt of your name, fucking hot ropes of white into your gushing cunt. With a low, choked grunt he pulls out and slides three of his fingers in instead to keep your clenching pussy nice and plugged up, and keeping every drop of cum right where it belongs. And though he can tell you’re tired, you still take the time to brush your fingers along his cheek, and look up at him. “Love y’ nii nii. I forgive you.”

“I love you too,” he mumbles back, on his knees and suddenly exhausted too. The door squeaks just barely as Rin allows the moment to break and turns over his shoulder. To look at the hall and the face peeking into the room with an unimpressed, tired glance between the two of you. “Yer both so fuckin’ loud, fuck.” He gives the man a quick look of something resembling understanding though, and waves his hand as he disappears back into the master bedroom across the hall. “An’ yer fuckin’ welcome.”

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"𝕴𝖓 𝖆 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖗 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞...𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖂𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖆.𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗."

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Long, long time ago

The sun gently came up, dancing in the sky and painting the earth with a gorgeous veil of aqua blue and light blue. The clouds are pinkish orange with grey and purple, and the moon slowly disappears as the birds sing the morning's first song. The kingdom of Wisteria awoke as the birds sang, and the citizens opened their doors and windows, allowing the morning breeze to enter. Stalls were being set up as men and women carried large cartons of things to sell to passing travelers. This was the most active and visited kingdom in the country since the inhabitants were kind and the royal family was adored by each and every resident of the kinadom.

A woman with lovely cinnamon red hair braided into a low-hanging bun, her eyes closed and a serene yet serious expression danced on her face. Her hands were tenderly placed on her abdomen, and a young girl with midnight black hair braided over her shoulder strolled behind her. They proceeded slowly along the castle's lengthy corridors until they came to a big entrance. The elder woman lifted her right hand and knocked twice. "Your Highness, it is time to wake." Her voice rang out from the other side of the door into the room, where the sleeping figure was resting. She sighed when she received no reaction. She dropped her hand and grasped the doorknobs. "I'm coming in, Your Highness." She announced.

I had my own little show

The door swung open with a strong shove. The enormous chamber is shown, which is decked in gold, green, black, and the royal family's color purple. A big canopy-covered bed sat in the center of the room, concealing the person within from everyone and everything. This was the chamber of their Highness y/n, the oldest of three siblings.Everyone in the kingdom, whether old or young, male or female, admired the monarch next in line for the throne and the country's most precious treasure. Oh, to be their Majesty.

As you gently rose up, one could hear grunts and shuffling from the bed. The curtains were quickly yanked open, causing you to swint your eyes with annoyance, " Alma, most youplways do this? It's so early," you informed her. Your hair was a mess, and your voice was gruff and rumbling, laced with drowsiness. "Honestly" Alma shook her head, a dejected expression on her face. "Your Highness, it's your coming-of-age ceremony." she explained. "I'm sure your 21st birthday banquet will be spectacular, Your Majesty" The person assisting you added. "You always remain hopeful, Raine." You grumbled when you finally got out of your cozy bed.

Was a beautiful, loveable angel

Reine held your hand with a bright smile as she guided you to the bathroom. You grumble a 'thank you' before raising a hand up to stifle a yawn, Alma watched the sight with slight amusement, Before returning to her more professional expression and instructing the maids on what to do. Ensure the room is cleaned and ready before your bath is over. Many more maids enter the room with a variety of things, from the finest of Jewis to the rarest of silks, everything fitting for royalty greatness.

As you took off your nightgown and slowly entered the warm tub of water, you felt your muscles relax as a sigh of contentment left your lips. Raine and two other maids gently began to rub your hands with soap. It was a pleasant smell, like freshly baked strawberry cake, the first thing you could smell as you entered a cake shop. A maid quietly got behind you and began to wash your hair, a gentle massage. You could almost melt away right there. " All done, Your Highness." Raine smiled, "Oh, I was just enjoying myself." You replied lazily, opening an eye.

But he took the spotlight, shining so bright

As you got out of the tub, a maid put a towel around your body and another started drying your hair. You were declared ready for the following step once you emerged from the bath with the aroma of strawberry cake tattooed into your skin. Fitting, you now had to spend a couple of hours getting ready for the day to begin. Alma could be seen standing next to the drawer laced with jewelry and next to her clothing after clothes as you stepped out of the restroom with Raine and the servants not long behind you.

As you sat on a chair in front of the drawer, the ladies proceeded to style your hair and do as Alma instructed: make their Highness even more beautiful than the gods themselves! There is a long-running prophecy in the Kingdom of Wisteria. Every member of the royal family will receive a gift when they reach the age of 21. Your father was given the gift of true love when he turned 21, and he met your mother that same night while he danced and drank the night away.

Left me to fade away

Your mother was a princess from a long-dying nation. Her folks were renowned for their beauty and sage advice. It was just coincidental that she was there; the invitation had arrived at the last minute and she was contemplating dismissing it. But her parents persuaded her to go in the hopes of building contacts with other Kingdoms and saving their dying kingdom. So she gave in to her parents' request and went to the feast. She did, however, make a few connections to her delight. She felt exhausted as the night progressed, and while going through the castle's lengthy halls, she noticed a garden.

She stepped outdoors and took a deep breath of fresh air, letting out a slight sigh and smiling. She could see how the moon highlighted the rose walls as she walked around. She had no idea how long she had traveled before coming upon little bushes of moon flowers, her kingdom flowers. Her hand extended out to carefully touch them, almost as if she was afraid that if she was too harsh, they might weather in her touch. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned to face a man and stated, "I apologize." She mumbled Apologitive before turning to go away.

But honey, now the turn is mine

As if struck by dread, as if if he didn't talk to her, he'd be sorry for the rest of his life and for years to come. "What's your name, madam?" he inquired as he stretched for her hand. The prince of Wisteria met the love of his life in the moonlight, surrounded by a sea of brilliant flowers, a princess from a country whose history was on the verge of dying out and being forgotten.

When you ask your parents how they met, they always tell you this story. It was like fairytale stories, which you wanted to have one day. "Your Royal Highness?" Alma's voice jolted you out of your trance. You let out a hmm and glanced at her in the mirror, urging her to continue. "Have you had them again?" She inquired. You sighed and nodded your head. "Yes, they have been more frequent than ever." You notified her. You've had this strange recurring dream for as long as you can remember.

A devil made from heaven, sent from above

A towering figure entered your room in your dream. They have stunning Ruby eyes and would follow you everywhere. Their hand would hover over your face before beginning to trace your cheek almost lovingly. They lowered themselves till they were only a few inches away from your face. "I know you're awake, my sweet little dreamer." They spoke in a honeyed, silky tone. " Sweet dreams, you little dreamer." It began with basic terms that everybody could understand. You sprang up, a cold sweat streaming down your body, and looked about wildly. How did he gain access to your room? You were ten years old when it began, with a faceless stranger chasing you like prey.

They had been stalking you in the shadows of your room for the next 8 years, paralyzing you while you slept and touching your vulnerable body. They slid their hands into your nightgown and felt your chest rise. They circled and squeezed your sensitive mounts, a smile on their faces as they drank in the sensation and sight of you. Their lips collided with yours, gasping at the sensation of how soft you were. "It's all done, Your Highness." Alma spoke up. You looked in the mirror and blinked. You've probably zoned out, recalling your vivid dreams. Raine looked at you, concerned, and asked, "Are you okay?" Her image appeared before you. You gave her a gentle grin." Yes, I'm fine." It was true, but it didn't mean you weren't embarrassed by the arousal tugging at your legs.

Looks like Henry's got a little date, let's have some fun

You looked at Alma and asked her how long before breakfast, lifting her wrist and inspecting her wacth. " It's 10 to 9. You're all set to go." She spoke professionally as she saw you rise from your seat. Raine approached you and complimented you, saying, "You look stunning, Your Highness. You're an exquisite gem." Alma opened and kept the door open for you as you exited your room and made your way down to the dining room.

You looked out the window and enjoyed the view. The garden's flowers appeared to be floating on water as they swayed in the little breeze. What a serene sight you thought, the sea of vibrant hues practically reflecting a rainbow on the ground as the sun shone above them. deciding whether or not you should take a trip down to the garden to sip some tea while taking in the blooms.You reluctantly lifted your gaze to the door, which you failed to see was drawing near. Two guards stood on either side of the door before one opened in and announced. " Their majesty, their Highness Y/n." As he held the door open and you were on your way, they let go of the door and returned to their guarding duty.

We've got lots to do, little errand boy

The dining area was lit up, with lights beaming on the marble floor, golds on the walls, and the chandelier casting an ethereal glow over the rest of the space. It was like walking into a painting of heaven, as your father, the emperor, looked up at you, a smile on his lips. He moved up to you and hugged you as he stood up in his seat. "Y/n, dear, a very happy birthday." He spoke and pulled the chair to his left. “Thank you, Father." As your mother smiled at you from her seat to his right, you told him.

"Y/n, are you excited?" Your mother inquired politely. Her face was merely a loving expression, a pleasant smile that everyone adored. Your siblings, the empire's young prince and princess, gazed up at you in amazement. The twins are ten, and they were looking forward to dressing up and having fun at tonight's banquet. "Y/n," your sister Eleanor exclaimed as she turned to face you. "What do you think your gift would be?" Elliot grinned at you. You stared at them both, slightly puzzled, before softly shaking your head. "Mother and Father discovered true love. All I want is happiness." You told them the truth, which was correct. You desired to be happy and avoid a loveless political marriage.

Come to me at Cloud Nine

The kitchen staff entered through the doors, bearing plate after plate of food. From soup to stake, plates were placed on the table. A maid place a dish of excellent in front of you, as well as the rest of the family. When the maids and butlers finished arranging the plates, they silently backed away, forming a line close to the wall. The royal family began to eat their meals one by one. It was a calm morning of eating and covering with each other here and there. You graded a napkin and wiped your mouth clean after finishing the first day's meal.

You put the napkin down and turned to your father, declaring, "Am full, I shall excuse myself." You stated, gently getting up from your seat and bowling as a sign of respect for the imperial suzerains. You turned to head towards the door as you waved farewell to your siblings. For you, Alma unlocked the door. She followed you as you went by, as did Raine. “What should we do, Your Highness?" You hummed pointlessly while Alma questioned you in a sweet voice. Before making a decision, "Prepare a carage for me, I would like to go into town." You asked for. Alma was about to beg you mercilessly when she turned to face you, but when she saw your puppy eyes, she gave up.

To be the perfect angel, some sin must be done

She sighed, tired, and whispered curses and/or why she constantly fell for your tricks. Raine and Alma assisted you in changing into civilian clothing as you returned to your room. Raine gave you a cloak for your protection. She brought it up. "You must return in two hours, no exceptions." Alma chastised you. You thought of her as a second mother. You massaged the back of your neck shipily, "Yes, Alma." You let out a chuckle . Alma anticipated you back to the castle at one o'clock in the afternoon. You made your way down the long corridors and down the steps to the first floor, to the door. Where a butler and four knights were patiently waiting for your arrival.

"Your Royal Highness." announced the buttler and the knights bowled to you. "The carage is ready for your departure." Oliver, the taller of the knights, spoke up, a scar over his nose. His face was expressionless and solemn. He remained your guard dog; you'd never guess he was married, and to Alma of all people. Even though he appeared mean, you could see it. He was an extremely caring individual. The personnel in the castle were all caring and courteous. You didn't need to know how far some of them would go for you. They would kill for you without hesitation or concerns. You were excorted to town , walking down the stairs and into the carage.

You told me what to do and what to say

Looking out the carage window, you could see the castle walls fade into the forests and huge landscape, while the lake mirrored the sky and light rays. It was a beautiful day. You closed your eyes and listened to the birds' melodious melodies and the horses' gallops. The hums of the outside world almost put you to sleep. To you, the ride was a blur. A knock sounded out in the air, and you slowly and sleepily opened your eyes. You rubbed your eyes and searched for the door handle as you looked out the window to catch Oliver's gaze.

You smile broadly as you open the door and take a deep breath of fresh air. The carage was positioned in an alleyway, distant from the villagers but still accessible in case of emergency. As you entered the town street, you pulled your hood over your head. Purple banners hung over the town, and you smiled at the sight of the numerous colors and market stalls. Magnolia and moonflowers from the royal family were draped throughout the city as decorations. It was significantly more entertaining than the majority of the aristocratic gatherings you had attended. You walked about with excitement, checking out the stalls and watching people dance.

I couldn't escape

You approached a vendor selling sweets and said, "One, please." The vendor was an elderly woman. You asked holding a finger up. She gave you a smiling up-close gaze. "Of course, dear." You gave her the cash and she dutifully selected the candies you had requested. You surprised when you opened the bag and said, "Are you sure?" You asked her. She sent you on your way by waving. "Yes, enjoy the festival.” You cheerfully nodded once she finished, thanked her once again, and continued your sightseeing.

You'd been browsing about for a while, mostly distracted. You unintentionally bumped into someone. When you looked up to apologize, you found... no one. You thought it was strange, but you kept walking. The street began to fill up, and you heard one of the knights yell your name. You came to a halt as you passed into an alley, waiting for them to catch up to you. But that was your mistake. They lost you the second they lost sight of you in the crowd. A hand grabbed your waist from behind you, and before you could open your mouth, a piece of fabric covered your nose and mouth.

You got to choose the ending of my fate

Your efforts proved futile since the more you struggled, the more you inhaled the chemical on the fabric. Into the hands of the person who would decide your fate, your limp body dropped. “We finally meet, Little Dreamer." Ruby eyes lovingly studied your face as a slender finger pushed a stray hair away from it. His face was played with by a smile that extended to his eyes. You were finally his! But he was unable to begin formally courting you until tonight.

He held you in his arms affectionately and softly. You both became one in the crowd that was moving through town. He hummed in ecstasy, a hunger satisfied simply by having you in his arms. He proceeded until he came to a door displaying a sign: This building has been totally hired out for the night. Thank you for your patience. Have a good time at the festival. When he heard from on of his spies, he was overjoyed. Inform him that you would be going into town for a short time. He could finally have uninterrupted time with you, even if you wouldn't remember much of it. His face flushed as he opened the door with the key.

You put me astray

He was in a rush. He disliked the way his jeans felt since they were too tight. Your back was against his chest as he held you steady, and his arm was wrapped tightly about you. He used his other hand to shuffle the table in front of him. He placed you lightly on the table after entirely emptying it. Your head lolled to one side while your chest gradually rose and fell, signifying unconsciousness. As soon as his finger touched your lips, a chill ran down his spine. Your dream state was pleasant, but not as real as it could have been because they were so soft to the touch. You didn't do anything, yet you might have broken him.

His finger moved deeper into your mouth, touching your tongue. He began to carefully pull your tongue out of your mouth with his pointer and middle finger. His dick twitched at the notion of pulling an unconscious groan from you, yeah, you liked it. He couldn't stand it any longer. He grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you hard. His tongue invaded your mouth, moaning at the taste of you and deepening the kiss. He clamped his lips, pulling away from you with a shuddering whimper. He pondered what your sex might taste like if your tongue tasted this good.

But not anymore

His trembling hands drew down your top, peering into your chest. You moaned slightly at the cold air, biting your nipples. His mouth wet, and he rapidly became attached to your mounts, licking and sucking them. He pinched and massaged them since he didn't want to leave them alone. He bit your nipple in delight as your back rachd met his mouth and touched. I'm eliciting more groans and whimpers from your delicate body as I enjoy my limited time with you. He let go with a pop and looked down at your lust-filled eyes.

His hands rapidly removed his belt and pants, his cock sprong slamming on his stomach. His erection was hovering over your face as he grabbed your face into the his hands. His tip brushed your lips, and his hips threatened to collapse into you. Slowly, he worked your mouth open, and you were so heated by the gods. Lips enfolded and properly absorbed his dick. It seemed as though your words were destined for him. As he began to pump into you, your tongue slipped beneath his dick. It began slowly, but as pleasure took over, his thrust got rougher. Your moans merged into a symphony of pleasure, so take him like the good slut you are.

I'm in control

His movements become sloppy. He had completely lost himself to the pleasure of your mouth. He twitched a few more hard strokes, and he was coming ropes after ropes into your mouth. He slapped your face gently, " Come on, be a good whore and don't spill my seed." With a sadistic smile he pinched and closed your mouth, forcing you to drink everything up. He let go of your nose with a hmm before pressing his thumb to your lips, pulling your tongue out. Giving you a passionate kiss on the lips as a reward for being so good.

You stared to groan and shift in your sleep, meaning that the drug was wearing off and you would wake. He was sad his time with you was coming to an end, but like the carrying lover he was, he helped you pit your clothes back on. Once you were set and ready to go, he began to carefully lift you before a thought crossed his mind. Walking over to your lower side, he worked your underwear off. You can't leave him without a parting gift, can you? Now he could take you back to does pesky knights of yours. He stepped out of the building, pulling your hood over your head. It didn't take long for him to notice them, and when he approached them, he pretended to be concerned.

I have the stage

"Excuse me," he said to attract their attention. They were tense the instant they noticed you in the man's arms. " Could you assist them, they fell near my shop?" He stated anxiously, holding you out to them. Oliver instantly picks you up in his arms and examines you thoroughly and deceptively. He thanked the man once he determined you were unharmed. His wacth rang before he could ask the man his name. That meant it was time for you to go back to the castle. He turned to face the stranger only to find him gone, weird, but he had other things to attend to.

Oliver gently placed you in the carage and began informing everyone that it was time to return their Highness home. The catage slowly began to draw away and began its voyage back, leaving the village and its residents behind. With a quiet low groan, their eyes flicker open and blur as they acclimate to waking up. The first thing you noticed was that you were moving, not on the street but within your carage. You're left wondering how this may have occurred. Had you fallen asleep by accident? No, you shake your head at the concept, as if it were unthinkable. Your most logical approach was that you had passed out, but were and how? Your most plausible explanation was that you had passed out, but had you and how? Your thoughts were as foggy as static on a radio. You sighed and switched your gaze to the window, admiring the natural scene as the carage drove by.

You can't turn the page

After a while, the Castel walls appeared beside the oh-so-familiar gates of your home. You'd only be a few minutes away from the Castel's entrance. The carege began to slow down before coming to a complete stop. Your jaw was clenched, and your tongue had an unusual flavor and were you missing your underwear? -Tap tap - you faced Alma as she softly glanced at you. You opened the door and met her eyes with a wave. "I hope you had fun, your majesty." Her voice exclaimed, "The town is so colorful, I enjoyed it." Your words were genuine and honest.

Time seemed to move faster in your eyes, passing in a blur. Nightfall had descended in the sky before you realized it. Maids and butlers ran from one location to the next, while chefs and gardeners worked diligently to ensure that everything looked great. Everyone worked hard to make this the most gorgeous, lavish, and unforgettable banquet in history. There would be no expenses or details overlooked. It had to be flawless for their Majesty. During this time, many nobles, including the royal family, began to plan. Putting on their most gorgeous outfits and the most beautiful jewels they owned.

Now all eyes on me

Alma, Raine, and a few other maids began to assist you in preparing for your wonderful occasion. You were dressed in the finest silks available and soaked in the sweetest and most lovely perfume money could buy. The greatest of the best, the finest of the finest jewels adorned your body and hair in a magnificent and graceful style. You were magnificent when the companions completed preparing you; in their opinion, not even the best and most rare jewel could ever compare to you. They were just stones, and how could they ever convey you in words?

The person looking back at you in the mirror was stunning. They appeared to be dolls. Your hand raised up to touch your face, like a living doll. Your reflection followed as you marbled at it, 'Beautiful; you exclaimed in hushed tones. You couldn't believe it was you, but you had no choice because you were staring at yourself. Three strong knocks jolted you from your stupor, and Alma stepped up to the door and opened it, taking care not to disclose you in the process. The person on the other end of the conversation had a brief chat with her, which you could hear no matter how far away they were. Regardless, you waited patiently for her to return to your side to provide an update or pass along a message.

All eyes on me

Before closing the door and turning towards you, you give the person a nod. "Your Highness, the banquet will start shortly," Alma stated. She pulled you up and began bringing you towards the door, reaching over to your seated form and taking your hand in hers. Except for Alma and Raine walking alongside you, the corridors were absolutely vacant. Every royal family member was not allowed to be seen by anybody other than their personal maids or family on their 21st birthday. It could bring you bad luck and have an impact on the blessing you receive tonight.

if only it were true, and no one save your maids had seen you. You didn't believe in superstition, despite the pair of eyes following you from the shadows. Your garments fit you wonderfully as you walked softly, the silk of your clothes flowing like water from a river. You waited 30 minutes before the banquet in a different room. You could hear the announcers, and there was a dish of food and a cup of tea on the table in front of you. Take care not to spoil or wrinkle your clothes as you sit on the sofa.

So many experiments, so many mistakes

You could hear the announcer as they announced your family's arrival. " Ladies and gentlemen, please greet his and her Majesties.The Wisteria kingdom's monarch and empress." As the door opened to welcome them into the hall, an outpouring of applause rang in your ears. Their voice rang out again not long after to announce the following line of royals. "Please accept Their Royal Highness, Princess Eleanor and Prince Elliot, the royal princess and prince." You could hear the people's loud talk as they celebrated.

You took a drink before returning your now-empty tea cup to its plate. You gazed up at the night sky, observing as the moon and the sky glowed in the darkness. It was like a painting's starry night, magnificent the more you saw it. The door next to you creaked open, Raines' head peeping out at you. Her right-hand beckons you to her, and you get up from the couch and move up to her. "It's time, Your Highness," you say quietly, tilting your head. Raine gave you a friendly smile.

But I'll go all the way 'til I'm in perfect shape

As you neared the banquet hall entrance, Almas's hand was in yours, and you could hear the many conversations on the other side. Alma knocked on the door, backing up to a safe distance so as not to get one K.O. from it. " Ladies and gentlemen, the moment has arrived. Their Majesty, the Wisteria gem. Their Majesty Y/n," they said, and the room fell silent for the first time since the banquet began.

The doors slowly opened to reveal a sea of people, chandeliers blazing brilliantly as stars. The hall was designed with a fairytale/garden theme. It seemed as if you were staring at the night sky through a garden doom. The oracle was kept in a big capsule shaped like a star in the middle of the ceiling. The gift was the only thing that determined your fate for the foreseeable future. You wanted to gaze out the window for a while longer, but you were being swamped by nobility wishing you a happy birthday, You were tempted to scoff. The majority of them were suckers, power-hungry hyenas.

First the worst, maybe third's the charm

You couldn't help but see eyes staring at the back of your head as you socialized with the few folks you knew weren't here to suck up to you in the hopes of gaining political support. You were tempted to turn around, but practically everyone's attention was on you. After all, it was your birthday. Everyone's attention was drawn to the sound of glass being struck by a spoon. You looked about for the source of the noise, then up to see your father standing on a balcony. Only the royal family was permitted to sit in it.

" May I have your undivided attention?" His Majesty's authoritative voice echoed around the room. Given that all eyes were on him, he added, "Y/n would you come and join me?" The sea of people slit open, creating a path for you as you made your way to his majesty, as he voiced out. Oliver was waiting for you at the bottom of the steps to take you up. You could hear some of the people whisper as you climbed up the steps, careful not to fall. 'They're so lovely, one would say, while another would say, 'I wish they could marry me.’ On the last step, Oliver extended his hand to your father, giving you to him as he prepared to finish his speech.

So close, oh, I cannot wait

"On this blessed night, we have gathered here to celebrate their Highness's 21st birthday." Raise your glasses in celebration. "Happy birthday, my darling." Your father finished with a toast to you. The other visitors followed, and they all wished you a Happy Birthday in unison. " Thank you for your kind wishes. Please relax and enjoy the banquet." You made an announcement to the entire room. You took a step back from the balcony and sat close to your mother and siblings, talking and making small talk here and there!

You were enjoying the peace and quiet of simply having to sit with your family instead of talking and seeing individuals you didn't want to see. Your attention was drawn to the sound of rumbling. It was initially silent before becoming louder. "Ah, it must be time." Your mum made a remark. You sought a watch but couldn't find one. Was it already eleven o'clock? That must mean that you gazed up at the celling, seeing as the star containing your present gradually barante lower itself.

The demon won't taint me now

You rise from your seat and approach your father, gazing in astonishment at the glittering and sparking light. You received a nonverbal nod of approval from your father as you looked at him. Your father was next to the stairs, holding out his hand. You made a short bow before taking his hand in yours as he led you to the center of the room, where the star was. As the chandelier lights dim, only a spotlight shines on your walking figures as they move closer and closer to the center. Once in the center, all of the lights were turned off, leaving only the moonlight and the sparkling lights of the shiny ornament hanging in the center of the chamber.

"It is time for the oracle to grant my child a miracle. This kingdom's future ruler." The monarch declared as a gathering of people stared in awe. " Go ahead, honey." As he gazed at the oracle, the emperor nodded at you. You placed your right hand on the surface of the star, looking straight ahead, expecting your hand to contact the oracle.You watched as the surface beneath your palm sparkled in a throbbing rhythm, glistening like a jewel in the sun. Its brilliance grew brighter and brighter until it halted, and a voice from the star spoke.

'Cause you're the sacrifice he'll slay

"Oh, my my. What do we have here? A Jewel to rival the gods, a symbol of beauty." The volce uttered. It sounded manly, with an amused tone _you gave a confused gaze at the star, "Your future Is veLY Interesting, yes, yes." They mumbled out, as you Imagined he nodded while holding his chin. "You will be blessed with a fertile life on this day. May your years ahead be filled with Joy and prosperity. Your love will treasure you with adoration." They spoke In a solemn tone of volce. Your eyes enlarge and your mouth slightly opens, as if you're a fish out of water trying to comprehend the scenario.

"What do you mean by 'fertile*?" You Inquired almost in hushed tones, hoping no one could hear what you were saying. "Fertility will benefit you whether your love is a guy or a woman. Though some gods enjoy playing with words, fertility means what it means. Whether you have a man's, a woman's, or another body, you may have the opportunity to start a new life." They replied in the same tone of voice as you, in a faint whisper that only you could hear. "That Is the miracle bestowed upon you; I bid Your Majesty farewell and wished you a happy birthday." The lights dwindle until they vanish, Indicating the end of the oracle until the twins' birthday years later.

You said I wasn't good enough to stay

You wanted to hit and beat the damnd oracle for daring to utter such a thing, as well as the God who sent you this gif in the first place. You were seeing crimson, your eyes were dilated, and you were shivering with rage. But before you could tend to anything or anyone, someone requested your hand. "Your Highness, may I have this dance?" The stranger took your hand in his, bowed, and kissed the back of your hand. " Do as you please." As music began to play, you were brought to the center of the room. You dance and dance to the music, one step after the next. You both came to a halt as the final tone sounded before bowing and saying your goodbyes.

As more people began to dance, the music began to ramp up again, ushering in a new round of celebration. You Bagan to move away to one of the several balconies to get some peace and quiet. You'd had your fill of socializing and meeting new people for the evening. You sighed as you sat down on a couch. Already exhausted, you worried that Alma or Raine had noticed your disappearance and started looking for you. You should have brought a drink, but you were so eager to leave that you forgot.

You put me away

Someone was seeking for you while you were engrossed in your thoughts. But they couldn't find you in the banquet while they were overioved to have heard the oracle. It seemed as though the gods were blessing them by making you entirely theirs. They could build a beautiful family with you, and the thought made their heart expand and their dick twitch. You're sitting on their lap, your belly distended with their child. Their rationality was gradually evaporating.

They requested their eyes and ears to look for you since they couldn't find vou anywhere. They command one on their eyes that notified them where you were after you left. They graded a drink and made their way to you, their precious little love, with a smile. They feigned to be lost and just happened to stumble across you as they neared the balcony you were on. Your gaze wanders up to their form, eyes marveling at them. They wanted to ravish you right now, God."Please accept my apologies, Your Highness." They spoke!

You took away my future and my fame

You noticed a figure out of the corner of your eye and stared in astonishment as you tried to find out who it was. He was by far the most attractive man you'd ever met; he had hair as silver as the moon, and in the light of the moon, it gave him a halo of white about him. His eyes drew your attention more than his impressive jawline.Ruby eyes, the way they looked at you, as if they were memorizing every detail on your face. They appeared so familiar as if you'd seen them in your nightmares, yet you'd only just met this man.

As he observed you, he let out a husky chuckle. "You appear thirsty, your Highness," he said as he offered you his drink. "Do you want some?" He paused. You cast your gaze between him and the glass of champagne. He waited with bated breath until you reached your conclusion. "Thank you, may I know your name?" you say as you extend your hand to take the drink. You inquired, catching his gaze.He let out another chuckle, and hearing it made you feel sinful."Dorian Nikolai." He cheerfully informed you, his voice sounded familiar. You wondered where you'd heard it as you took a sip, then another.

But now that will change

You gazed at the glass as you took your last sip. Was champagne always a sweet drink? You tried to stand up, only to stumble with your feet, as if you were inebriated. The glass in your hand shattered and shattered. Dorian extended his arm and grabbed you about the waist.He smiled at you like the Cheshire cat, but you couldn't see it. You held his arm and looked at him with terror and perplexity. opening and closing your mouth you asked the question. "What exactlv was in the champagne?"

He let out a tiny laugh as he caressed your face with his free hand.Your face became more flushed with each passing second. Your body was getting warmer, and your breathing was becoming uneven. "TIl take good care of you, my little dreamer. The sparkle in his eyes sends chills up your spine. Wait, did he just call you a "little dreamer?" His remarks caused your pupils to dilate. You tried to shove him away, but vou were too weak. You were terrified, your eves swollen with unshed tears. Oh, How he liked the sight, a moan left your trembling voice cords.

Focus on me

A tear finally escaped and rolled down your cheek. He kissed the wayward tear as he dropped his face to yours. When he did, he licked his lip and smiled at you, "Tasty." You tried shaking your head free from his grasp, but he held on tight. "What's the matter? You want me to kiss it more passionately." He inquired almost condescendingly, and before you could respond, his lips collided with yours. Muffling your cries and stealing them as his. He began to slowly paw your chest, eliciting an uncontrollable moan from you.What a lovely voice you had, his lower half twitched in anticipation.

Your entire body twitched. It was as hot as fire. "Wh-what exactly did you do?" Your comments came out slurred, followed by a choked sob, demonstrating how inebriated and distressed you truly were. "Don't worry, it's just an aphrodisiac." You were forced onto the couch while your mind digested the words that came out of his mouth. Your mind was like a broken record, with pleasure and lust coursing through your veins. His lips kissed you all over your face and body. "Moan for me, my little dreamer." He spoke into your ear as his hands slid to your lower body, his touch memorizing your body.

I'll be all that they see

His head rose as he turned to face your considerably more agitated and breathless face. The bulge of his dick could be seen. He got to his feet and bowed before you. Your sex was made visible to him when he raised up / pulled down the bottom half of your clothing. Your hands attempted to move his head away from your sex, but all of your strength fled you the moment his tongue started to slip up your sex. He used his mouth like an instrument. Your groans were the result of his labors, which he heard. He was only made more satisfied the more he heard them. He licked your sex and sucked on it, consuming much of your cream.

You gasped and covered your lips with the back of your palm as a knock echoed through the air and you let out a breathy moan. Surprised, you tighten your thighs, which only serves to further entrap him. "You're Highness?" As Alma cautiously opened the door, her voice could be heard. "Y-yes?" As the wicked bastard remained attached, you inquired. He continued sucking gleefully. "Are you okay, you sound strange?" Worried, she enquired. You apologized, tripping over your words, "Am fine, just a little ahh tipsy." Your toes began to curl as the stimulation pushed you over the edge, and the knot in your gut grew tighter and threatened to burst.

I'll make them sway

Your groans were getting more and more difficult to hide from Alma. “Are you certain that you're okay, Your Highness?” Her voice was getting more and more worried. Dorian continued to laps at your sex, while pumping his fingers in and out of your sex. When she didn't hear back, she said, "Am coming in." Your body becomes more sensitive, twitching, and trembling as a result of the physical effects of panic. Alma would see you being enjoyed by a man you had just met if she turned the corner. You were on the verge of breaking since the whole situation's humiliation dulled your thoughts with pleasure. “C-could you just bring me some w-water, Alma?” sounding like a plea for help.

"Mm, if you say so." Alma deliberated before closing the door and returning to get you something to drink. Dorian smiled at your situation, and with a couple more strong thrusts, the coil cracked. Your body trembled and spammed as you moaned in a high pitch. Your juices poured and landed on his chin, and he licked your sweet honey. He stood up and stared at your disoriented and fucked up countenance. Eyes rolled back, skin flushed, mouth agape, and the involuntary spasm here and there as the rush swept over you.

No, can't run away

"Now, my dear dreamer. Why don't we have some fun in your room, Mm?" Your head was so fucked up, craving for more of his touch, more pleasure, that you didn't even notice you nodded to Dorian's request. He mended your clothes and assisted you in getting to your feet. He was confronted face to face with Alma as he approached the door with you in his hand and opened It. She stood there with a glass and a jug of water, watching the scene before her.

Alma's hand almost lost grip of the glass as her face turned bright crimson with rage. She snarled at Dorian, "Unhand their Highness, you pig." Before speaking, he peered down at her, amused. "But their Highness requested that I assist them to their room," he almost acted offended by her comments. Alma turned to face you after looking at him with disgust. "Is that true, your highness?" She was curious. "I- I'm tired, and I didn't mean to bother anyone." You breathed while under the influence of the substance. "Nonsense, Your Majesty. Give them to me and I'll take care of them." Alma proposed, much to his dismay, he became irritated by her interfering.

Now all eyes on me

He gently snapped his fingers, and from the corner of the hall, you noticed a figure dressed entirely in black. They moved in silently until they were directly behind Alma. They lifted a hand up and hit the back of her neck, knocking her out. As the glass fell and cracked, spreading the water jug to the ground, her body slumped limp into the stranger's arms. You let out a startled gasp, "A-Alma," and looked up in fear at Dorian. "She's fine, wicked wrecked getting in my way." Waving to the stranger holding Alma, he explained. Dorlan tightened his grip on your waist as he led you to your chamber.

The entire trek to your room was a blur, and the moment your door closed, he started undressing you. He unbuckled his pants by yanking them down and exposed his cock to you, he then flipped your body around and bent you over. Pumping his dick a few times to completely erect it, rubbing his erection over your hole before penetrating you with a strong thrust. As your moans resonated across the room, he bounced you on his dick, fondling your chest. You could feel him in your stomach, rearranging your guts to his Ilking, drilling into your walls.

Ooh, babe, hey

You begged him to be gentle with you with broken moans and whimpers. His hands were behind your back, holding your hands, and with each thrust, your body arched forward. He let go of one of your arms, reaching forward and grading your jaw, forcing you to look at him. Kissing you passionately, his tongue lapsing over your tongue, whispering "Mine" like a ritual, pounding into you. As he plunged into you yet again, hitting the point that caused you to see sparks in your vision, your thoughts became a jumbled mess. To dumb out from pleasure, your brain couldn't connect together an understandable sentence.

You whined at him as your walls tightened around his dick, not carrying anymore, just wanting to feel another orgasm. "Are you about to cum?" He questioned you, now with your face pressed against the floor and your tongue spilling out of your lips, muttering nonsense. "If you want to cum, you'll have to beg me like the whore you are." He growled directly into your ears. "I-I want to-"Your moan Interrupted you, eyeballs rolling into your skull. "Answer me, slut." He compelled you." P-please...let me c-cum." The knot in your stomach tightened as you felt his dick quiver inside you.

You don't know what it's like to drown away

You pleaded, squirming at his words. "You are so good for me," he said as he massaged your nipples," Here's your reward." He thrust Into you a couple more times before shooting rope after rope of cum Inside you. Your tight wall milked his seed into you, pushing his dick deeper within you for good measure. He wanted to be certain that the oracle was correct and that he could have a family with you. He pulled out of you after he was done releasing his seed inside you. As his seed oozes from your hole, he leaves you on the floor, ass straight up.

Going to the bathroom and seeking something to clean you up. You weren't in a position to do anything, saying to yourself something along the lines of 'so good.' Whimpering from the high, you're juiced and his mixed together in a pool beneath you. When he returned, he cleaned between your legs, removing sweat. Your flustered expression was adorable, with flushed cheeks, crossed eyes, and mouth agape. He washed your face before lifting you into his arms and carrying you to the bath, where he ran you a warm bath.

In a puddle of shame

When you woke up you were in bed covered by your blanket, With the sensation of your body thrusting forward. Loking up your met with Dorian humping into you. His cock left a trail of silk on your thigh, as his dick pressed and soon penetrated your sensitive hole. A moan left your lips, as he held your waist with a strong grip. His hands would most likely leave fingerprints when he was done abusing your hole for his pleasure. He pressed his large palm over your stomach, as his bulge wrecked through you.

"Be a sweet little dreamer and take it." He said as he kissed your cheek, your tongue hung from your mouth. Saliva spilled out your mouth as moan after moan was pulled from your twitching body. The coll In your body began to tighten before soon it broke. You came undone under him, twitching and moaning his name like it was a prayer to the gods itself. He kept thrusting into you as you whined from overstimulation. He came not long after you had come undone, spilling his seed into your body, marking you as his.

You, yes, you

The next time you woke, you were alone and completely sore. You felt that your body was made from concrete. With a groan, you got out of bed, pulled your blanket with you, and walked over to your wall where a bell with a string rested. After ringing the bell twice, you returned to your bed, and after some time, you heard a knock at your door." Come in," you told the person. You expected Alma to be entering the door, but instead, it was Raine.

"Yes, your Highness?" Raine asked as she walked to your side. You looked up at her before asking, " Is Alma alright?" You held worry in your eyes, and Ralne let out a small 'Ah' of understanding. "Worry not your Majesty, Alma has just fallen with a cold." As she informed you, you let out a small sigh of relief. Raine helped you to your feet, taking you to the bath. She didn't ask any questions about the marks on your body. You were grateful for that.

Made me insane

You were glad that Alma was not hurt by Dorlan, You were glad that you had woken up alone for whatever reason. You were worried most of all about the oracle. You would have to go to the castle's library and look into it more. You could also go to the doctor/magician's tower and research more about the topic. " All done, Your Highness," Raine exclaimed. "You were getting in the habit of getting lost in your thoughts lately. After getting out of the bath, she helped you get dressed.

You have decided to take a walk in the garden, maybe that might help you clear your mind. Raine helped you pack a basket for you to enjoy, some of your favorite treats and drinks, just what you needed to relax. As you walked and passed the garden walls, you breathed in the fresh air and the scent of flowers, and a smile graced your face. You came to a stop at the center of the garden, where a gazebo stood. Its pillars are surrounded by roses, bushes, and other types of flowers.

But not anymore

As you enjoyed the peaceful view, listening to the birds sing, and the wind moving the trees, you felt so calm. You enjoyed your peace along with a few treats here and there. From the distance, you spotted a butler walking towards you. You waited patiently for them to arrive, and when they did, you politely asked them, " How may I help you?" They gave you a bow before speaking, " His majesty, the Emperor, wishes to speak with you." They stated.

You gave the a nod before responding, " Very well, thank you. I shall be on my way." You spoke as you stood from your seat and stared your walk. You pondered what he could want to speak with you about as you walked the long hallways of the castle. Arriving at his office, you knocked twice on his door. Before announcing your arrival to him. From the other side, you heard him call out, " Come in." Taking his response, you graded the door handle and twisted it open.

I'm in control (I am in control)

As you walked into the room, you asked, " Father, what is ut that you could like to speak about." Finally lifting your head as the door closed behind you, you spotted a familiar figure with Ruby eyes sitting on a couch next to your father's desk. Your body frozed on the spot, remembering the way this man played with your body. Eyes wide and dialeted from the rush of emotions running through your head, " Take a seat, dear." Your father offered, hands crossed together over his desk

Taking a seat on the other couch next to your father's desk, you turned and looked at him. " Father, what is the meaning of this?" Your tone sounded inraged, but the could be the result of your emotions running amuck miles per hour in your mind. " Let me introduce you to the son of one of my good friends, Prince Dorian Nikolai. From the Kingdom of Snow and Ash." Your father introduced, as Dorian waved at you with an innocent smile.

I have the stage

You were awestruck, Dorian was prince. The man that ravished you like an animal, as if you weren't anything but a flashlight, a piece of meat to pound into. He was in your home, and for what more else to get his greedy hands on. " He has come here to officially court you. He has already asked for my blessing. His father hopes that we can make an alliance." Your father explained the reasons. Dorian rose from his seat, took your hand in his, and gave it a gentle kiss. Bowing, he said, " It is a pleasure to meet you, your majesty. "

As he did so, your heart skipped a beat, and you could feel your cheeks growing red. It was as if had corrupted you, twisting your sense of love and affection to his liking. His eyes looked at you with a burning possession, like you belonged to him and only him. Your eyes were meant to look upon him while he was created for the sole purpose of worshipping you. " It is also my pleasure, sir Dorian." You spoke, sounding breathless. You were ashamed to be filling aroused by his intense gaze and in front of your father, nonetheless. Dorian smiled at you knowingly.

You can't turn the page

" Great, now that you are both acquainted, we can start with the next step." Your father called out, catching both your attention to him once again. For the next couple of weeks, you and Dorian went out on dates. You so desperately wanted him to mess up, to slip in the slightest so you could tell your father to break the courting immediately. But that didn't happen he took you to your favorite places, got you flowers, and so on. If he held your hand, he held it just enough for you to feel his warmth, only to take it away and having you crave his touch.

As the weeks turned into moths, you had discovered that you were starving for his touch, even if it was in the slightest. You wanted him to look at you, to kiss you, to touch you, to love you. You didn't know what to do with yourself, you went to the magician. Telling him you felt sick for some reason, he ran some tests. By the end, he congratulated you, " You're in love, Your Highness." He smiled at you. You were....in love with Dorian? But...you hated him, right? Your mind was a mess. Your heart was telling you one thing, while your brain is telling you another.

Now do as you're told (Encore, hit the beat, boys)

Dorian knew what he was doing. He was making you so touch starved that you would have any other choice but to ask him. He waited patiently. At first, he held your hand for a long period of time before slowly decreasing it to accidental or sutel brushs of the hand. Watching as your eyes closely looked at his hands, anticipating to fell his touch only to be disappointed at getting almost nothing. He could see he was at your breaking point he just had to push you harder over the edge until you broke.

He was sitting in the garden with you, as he invited you to have a picnic with him. You were sitting in front of him in the chair opposite his, as you eat at the gazebo. You were barely holding eye contact with him, as he talked to you. He called your name, making you look up at him, “ Come here." He politely asked. You placed your utensils down before walking over to him. As you stood before him, his hand extended to your face, whipping some crums from the corner of your mouth.

Focus on me (Focus on me)

You blush at his actions, " What's wrong?" He asked you. " I have fallen...for you." You spoke, looking him in the eyes. He smiled, his eyes wrinkling in delight. He took your hand and sat you on his lap, " And why is that little dreamer?" He asked, amused. " Your touch sets me on fire, I feel I might have become addicted." Yiu spoke softly, lowering your head in shame. His pointer finger and thumb lifted your chin, making you look at him. He kissed you, a quick kiss on the lips. Before he kissed you once again more deeply. You both shared a passionate kiss.

You felt his growing bulge press against you. As he held your waist and softly thrusted into you, trying to get as much friction as he could. Breaking the kiss, you moaned, panting for air. He watched you ride him, eyes clouded with slust. " Won't you help me with this, dear." He spoke, pointing to the ever growing bulge in his pants. You knelt before him as he spread his legs to give you access to his clothed erection. His hand rested on the top of your head as you unbuckled his belt. Your body was hidden under the table, as you pulled his underwear off.

I'll be all that they see

His cock sprong out, his pretty pink tip dripping clear pears. It was veiny. You held it in your hand, giving it a few pumps up and down. Staring up at him with your doe eyes before licking his dick from the base up. You heard him gasp a "F-fuck." As his hips buckled into your hand. You kissed his tip before taking him in your mouth. He was big, and your eyes swelled with tears as you took what you could of his length. He stroked your cheek lovingly as you adjusted him into your mouth.

Soon, your tongue began to swerell around his length. Your head bouncing up and down, saliva falling from your lips, his hands still rested on top of your head. As he threw his head back in pleasure, he spotted movement from his peripheral. In the distance, a lone butler was waking his way towards you both. He voiced his concerns to you, but that only made you suck on him harder. With the butler quickly approaching, he could feel himself, start to twitch. His balls began yo tighten it was only a matter of time before he came undone.

I'll make them sway

The butler finally arrived, and he tried his best to seem relaxed. " Pause my intrusion, but is their highness here?" They asked, looking at him. He could feel you smiling around him, chiki little slut. "N-No, they just le-left to the castle." He stumbled out. You sucked on him harder. He didn't think he would last long. " Ah, I see. Thank you, sir Dorian." The butler bowed to him as he spoke. He turned around to take his leave before stopping again. " Are you alright? Your face seems a tad red." They asked him. "Y-yes. I'm just a little tired, I-I suppose." His voice threatening to stutter as he speaks.

Shit, he he was breaking. He was about to come as your tongue rubbed his slit, the butler looked at him before nodding and walking away. The second the butler was out of ear shot, he graded your head and thrusted into your mouth. With a groan, he spilled ropes after ropes of come into your mouth. You gladly accepted it, swallowing it all up. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, "You're so good for me, darling." He stroked your cheek. He helped you up and gave you a kiss.

No, can't run away

When he broke the kiss, he looked you in the eyes before speaking, " When we get to your room, I will fuck and stuff you full of my cum that you won't ve able to walk tomorrow. Considere that you're punishment and reward for being such a good slut for me." He finished by giving you a kiss on the lips. Enjoying how your pupils dialated and you shifted on his lap excitedly. "How did you get in my dreams?" Your doe eyes looked at him in wonder. " I guess we shared the same fates. That is why I was in your dreams, to find you and make you mine." He said while kissing you.

He lifted you into his arms and carried you down to the castle. He was going to make sure you couldn't walk tomorrow. Let alone talk after moaning and screaming his name in pleasure the whole day.

Now all eyes on me

Now all eyes on, all eyes on me

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-` 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉, 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖞𝖊𝖉! ´- sorry It took so long I was running out of ideas for this one.

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kwlsn · 20 days

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the apple of my eye . . .

r ⁿ o . . .

A big chunk of crystal-clear ice slowly melted into Rin's glass — distorting the image of a lady in red heels, sensing his gaze on her like a predator for tonight.

Some people may call it an obsession, but Rindou wasn't obsessed with you — he was reclaiming what his.

"It's been a while, cheater."

"Sugar, y'know it's not true."

He waved his hand, telling everyone to leave him alone as a group of girls at the corner caught your eyes — making Sanzu and his men have to drag them out by their hair when they wouldn't budge.

Rindou hooked his arm around your knees, pulling you close to him as you rested your head against his chest, taking the upper three buttons off as your freshly manicured nails made a trail along his tatted chest.

"Thirty-thousand for this? My baby is either dumb and got scammed or trying to squeeze my money off."

He wrapped his hand around yours, pressing a kiss on your wrist as his eyes made contact with yours — trying to get an answer out of you.

Even though you moved out of his house, Rindou still let you have three of his cards to pamper yourself — each of them was for different occasions and as long as you didn't return them to him, he knew you were still his.

He believed you were playing around this whole time, still feeling upset when a stranger tried to make a move on him a year ago and he didn't brush her off.

You kept your lips tightly sewn, avoiding the older man's sharp eyes as his grip got tighter around your waist — pushing you to the limit as you straddled his hips, pressing your lips against his.

"You taste like alcohol, sugar."

"The guy I made out with is a heavy drinker."

Jealousy was a word Rindou never experienced before because he felt secure with your relationship with him — but your little game was his last straw and being nice to you was out of the topic now.

"Get on your knees now, whore."

He watched you climb off his lap, sitting in front of him like a good girl he taught you to be — feeling proud of himself for succeeding in molding you into his little doll.

Spreading his legs wide, you kept your hands close to you and unbuckled his belt with your mouth — taking it off slowly as you could see Rin was already getting impatient that his veins were visible around his neck and forehead.

Pushing down his boxer, you looked at his size in silence — always having many thoughts on how he would fit it inside you today when you knew that he would never give you time to adapt with it.

Shaking those thoughts off your head, you took his tip inside your mouth gently — feeling how heavy it was on your tongue, swirling it gently around his head before pushing it deeper into the back of your throat.

"Good girl."

He groaned, slipping his fingers between your hair and turning it into a makeshift ponytail — biting on his lower lip as your lipstick left a stain on his base (not that he was complaining though).

The combination of your tongue and moan was enough to drive him crazy, pushing him to his limit and giving him more high than any drug Sanzu could get for him — you were his only addiction and if you ran away again like before, Rindou might have to imprison you inside his expensive penthouse like what Mikey did to his wife.

One last buck against your mouth and he let out a thick string of cum filling up your mouth as you swallowed them without a complaint, looking at him with a pair of doe-like eyes that melted his heart the first time he met you.

"C'mere, sugar."

He took off your clothes and threw your expensive pair of underwear to the audience on the dance floor, watching them going wild and trying to grab one of the pair.

If there was something Rindou always enjoyed whenever he was with you, it was having people watching him pounding you hard — filling you up to the brim, making sure you kept everything to warm you up inside.

Rindou gripped your waist as he watched how you tried your best to fit it in as his tip was already making out with your cervix and yet, it was barely halfway inside.

"Need help? Here, lemme."

He placed both of your hands under your thighs spreading them open as he slammed his hips hard into your — a wide grin tugging on his lips, watching people taking pictures and videos of how your bare pussy was currently bullied by his thick cock.

Looking at him with red cheeks, you glanced at his hand and then your currently lonely clit — wanting him to pay it some attention as he let out a chuckle.

"You're really a whore, hm? Mine only, of course."

As if it was a threat, Rindou pinched your puffed up clit between his fingers — rubbing and rolling it with his hand as he could feel you were so close, wall pulsing and clenching on his cock, begging for it to fill you up, breed you and have every see you getting claimed by the one and only Haitani Rindou.

"I-I'm cummi—"

As if it was a cue, your raw pussy finally gave up and covered Rin's table with your sweet nectar — giving him a little bit of taste how much you had missed his voice, his touch, his cock.

As Rin noticed how tired you were, he asked one of his men to bring in a blanket — covering your shivering body with it before telling the rest to kill everyone who watched him fucking you.

After all, you were the apple of his eyes — you were his only and belonged to no one but him.

#tokyo revenger #tokyo revenger smut #rin haitani #rindou haitani #rindou haitani smut #rin haitani smut #tw.voyeurism #tw.exhibitionism #tw.alcohol #tw.recording #tw.murder #tw.slut shaming

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PASSSIIIII I’m here for fire force brain rot!!!! Can we talk about Konro’s voyueristic Cuck tendencies. He gets off to watching Benimaru fuck you and you tell him how good he feels and how you think it’s his phat dick…just cuz Konro is our chronic pain babe.

Haha yess. You know the best part, he likes to secretly watch instead of sitting right in front of you two. Konro is a loyal subordinate to Benimaru but not so loyal when he jerks off watching you and Benimaru fuck. He just loves watching you two do it, as he loosens the bottom and fists his cock so hard. There are days where he'll be the one to plan a date night for you two, candles and roses everywhere in the room. The futon is already prepared in a corner. When you both are done with dinner, he hides outside the door, slightly opening it, watching as Beni's fat cock stretches you out. The futon's been putting to good use. Konro makes eye contact with you but you don't look away. Instead you moan both his and Beni's name, which results in him just spraying all his cum on the sliding door, maybe a few on the wooden floor.

#fire force smut #konro x reader #fire force x reader #konro sagamiya #benimaru shinmon x reader #benimaru x reader #benimaru smut #konro smut #tw.voyeurism #tw.cuckolding

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Character/s: All of Bonten

Warnings: f!reader, explicit sex, mature language, gangbang, cunnilingus, throat fucking, cum play, cum eating, nipple play, exhibitionism, voyeurism, degradation, sanzu threatening reader multiple times, reader gets injured (not due to any character), mentions of stalking, mentions of suicidal thoughts, light angst, hints of breeding kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex (they pull out tho), and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: hello everyone! here is the 5th chapter of the series and hope u like it 💖

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Synopsis: Other than giving great financial advice, Koko was a good listener too, especially when it is about a terrifying co-worker.

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chapter iv | chapter xi

CHAPTER V - PIÑA COLADA

The sun’s warm rays kissed every pore of your sweaty, sticky flesh that wasn’t covered by the casting shadows of the men towering above your quivering spent body. This was a mess, you were certain of it. From the way Takeomi and Koko could only groan on the sidelines at how this got out of hand to Sanzu eyeing you from a distance in obvious disgust towards your actions. It might even run deeper than that. It wasn't your fault—you never asked for this to happen nor did you coax the other men into participating in what Mikey had in mind to appease the group and Sanzu. It was either this or angering the boss. Yet, you didn't have the heart to stop them either. In the throes of lust and absolute bliss, one might never want this debauchery to end, and neither did the men surrounding you fueled by the obscene sight of you spread wide open for them under broad daylight, tongue out as semen coated your face and every part of your body they could spurt it on.

“Look at that pussy. Like creamin’ around Mikey’s cock, huh?”

“Such a naughty slut getting off of us jerking to her.”

“You’ll leave space for our cum in that pretty cunt, right doll?”

A wandering eye might wonder how did you all get to this point, letting the temptations of having no judgemental eyes of society cloud the minds of these men and yours. Except for Sanzu Haruchiyo, of course, who refused to be bewitched by your charms and join the little show. The sole thought of cumming and painting your skin with their essence was enough motivation to have the notorious executives stripped naked as the day they were born—even if it was in front of Bonten’s fearsome leader whom they all revered. All for the sake of pleasuring you and themselves that they have been denied for far too long.

Yet, despite your muddled mind running on the sole thought of cock and the urge to climax again, you knew this wouldn’t have happened if you kept your mouth shut and just went with the flow.

But how could one stay pliant and silent when Sanzu Haruchiyo was making baseless accusations that could get you killed in cold blood?

Certainly not you.

To bathe in the middle of the afternoon wasn’t something you did often back in the city. The rushing water of the falls cool against your back and is quite relaxing as the pressure hits your back. Fingers massaging your scalp while thoroughly washing the remnants of the hair conditioner you borrowed from a certain silver-haired treasurer. Your body could feel the heat leaving your system after an hour of gathering wood with Kakucho.

In fact, this was another way to have fun other than swimming in the ocean and looking for turtles.

Well, if the whole situation of being stranded on an island is fun…

You never had the luxury to indulge yourself, really. If one was employed by Bonten as their secretary, their presence was required each time papers and booking were involved. No wonder those who came before you either resigned, left, or were shot down. The pay was high, but so were your emotions and your blood pressure.

Because if you weren’t the one doing all the desk work, who else would?

To get these executives to pick up a pen and go through documents would be akin to asking them to shoot themselves. Well, not everyone entirely. There was the ever dutiful Kakucho and Takeomi who knew what he was doing. Koko was alright with handling his paperwork, especially when it involved the organization’s funds, as long as he had his reading glasses or the promise of a delicious dinner afterward that fuels him to finish his tasks before evening rolled in. The boss of Bonten didn’t want to be troubled by bothersome affairs so you were tasked to do his.

However, the three pain-in-the-ass executives, namely Sanzu and the Haitanis were a force to reckon with. The three would usually flock to the bars like hydrangeas blooming in the summer, so pretty and at home in the luxurious part of the drinking establishment. This left their poor secretary—unfortunately you—to do all the work. A scolding or two from Kakucho would have the brothers listen and do the work albeit begrudgingly depending on their mood. But Sanzu? Oh boy, there was no helping him. After the second week on the job, you left it up to Mikey to do the reprimanding because you valued your neck more than anything.

That value has certainly increased since the fateful sinking of the yacht and ending up here, especially once he deemed you as a traitorous snake in his eyes.

The second in command of Mikey’s trusted men was certainly not someone you could bump shoulders with nor gain sympathy from unless you were Sano Manjiro himself. Even now as you bathed in silence, you were quite sure Sanzu was lurking around with watchful eyes. As much as you wanted to keep your dignity, whatever was left of it, to complain would be a death sentence.

His dislike for you was certainly as strong as his taste for liquor to brush off your observation that someone—someone who wasn’t in Bonten—could be on this island. The words he shot at you left a bitter taste on your tongue.

“Don’t try to fool me, slut. I’ve been circling this island for weeks and haven’t seen this person your stupid mind imagined while you were probably getting fucked dumb by Rindou.” He clicked his tongue, a sneer on his features. “If you wanna try and pin the traitor badge on someone, make sure they’re not make-believe, yeah?”

Hands wringing the cloth you’ve improvised as a washcloth, you bit down on your lower lip out of frustration at the memory. Mind imagining the poor thing as his neck. There was no way your brain was conjuring things up that day. But sadly, no one believed you nor took the time to question it. Even Rindou was skeptical, reassuring you that you must’ve seen an animal and mistook it for a man.

Ears picking up rustling from nearby shrubbery, you paused on your washing and stood still. What the fuck was that? Gaze still trained on the plants, you slowly resumed your actions and waited. Waited for whoever or what animal was behind the shrubs to come out. Now, if it were Ran or any of them stumbling into you bathing and opted to hide behind the plants to save themselves from embarrassing you both, that wouldn’t have your heart pounding like it was about to escape your chest in fear. After all, it wasn’t like they haven’t seen you naked. Perhaps you could live with that rather than having a total stranger standing behind it with ill intentions or entertaining their perverse thoughts.

Or both.

Either way, you didn’t like how everything was suddenly all so still. Making a grab for the towel you hung on a nearby rock, you felt a scream bubbling up to your throat while the hairs behind your neck began to rise. Goosebumps littered your flesh especially your thighs at the obvious stare bleeding through the cracks of leaves, burning a hole into the back of your head and worming its way into your thoughts to induce panic. The rational part of you yelled that maybe it was just the wind or the bugs that made the shrubbery their home. Yet, your intuition was glaring at you, commanding you to wrap the towel around you and run.

Your feet were close to slipping on the mossy rocks when you heard it again, the rustling of the shrubs behind you. Swallowing a squeak, you made a run for it. The other end of the towel you failed to wrap tightly flapped against the wind as you held onto the rest for dear life. The sound of heavy footsteps gaining behind you almost seemed like death about to make a lunge at you and go in for the kill. Panting heavily, you turned slightly to face the perpetrator when your whole body slammed into something—or someone.

Kakucho was quick to steady you, hands gripping you by your shoulders to keep you from falling flat on your ass. Dual-colored irises stared down at you in concern as you caught your breath, your hand pointing down the path where you’ve been.

“Calm down, love. Deep breaths. What’s the matter?”

“S-someone… There was someone w-watchin’ me and suddenly,” Lungs expanding as you took in more air, you continued in a strangled voice close to a whisper. Fingers shaking at the rush of adrenaline mixed into terror. “The person, uh, he started chasing me after I took off. I-I don’t know who it was or…” Voice trailing off as Kakucho immediately headed to the falls in search of the individual who interrupted your afternoon bath, you shivered under the breeze that passed by, reminding you that you were still in a mere towel. Ran and Koko, who were probably assisting their third in command in gathering for tonight’s dinner, was instantly by your side. Worry and confusion are etched on their features.

“T-thank you,” you murmured at the gesture of Ran removing his white shirt and draping it around your shoulders, having noticed you freezing. “I’ll make sure to wash this l-later.” Upon hearing your statement, the older Haitani shook his head and grinned. His hand reached out to rub your shoulder in an assuring and comforting motion. His bare upper body tanned due to the numerous days of being under the heat of the sun was coated in a sheen of sweat that glistened under the afternoon golden glow. An obvious stubble was growing on his handsome face, a sight rare to see with the Bonten members who kept up with their appearances despite usually hiding from the public.

Right now, Ran had become too lazy to shave with the razor blades, fearing he’ll cut himself. It was either that, or he didn’t want anyone else to shave his stubble other than you—not trusting the others to be careful. Even Rindou.

“No need, doll. Just glad you’re alright,” Ran chuckled, “So, what spooked you, huh? A huge spider? Or maybe a lizard? Rin spotted tarantulas here so I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“No… It’s a person.”

“You saw somebody?” Koko asked, stepping forward with his eyebrow raised. “Did you see their face?” Seeing you shake your head, the treasurer sighed and crossed his arms. “I don’t wanna be rude or say you’re a liar, but maybe your mind was playing games with you? Or maybe it’s just one of us, ‘ya know? Sanzu and the rest are also out there looking for wood and gathering coconuts.”

“But that would be odd,” Ran murmured, hand tucked under his chin in thought. “Normally, no one would be hiding or chasing our darlin’ secretary to scare her out of her wits. Unless it’s Sanzu, of course. Maybe it was just him and he’s too shy to say so.”

Him? The Sanzu Haruchiyo? Shy? That doesn’t sound like him at all.

The response you were about to give sat on the tip of your tongue as Kakucho joined you three once again, a pinch in his brows. Facing your hopeful expression which he hates to ruin, he sadly shook his head and exhaled aloud. His form slightly drooped in defeat.

“I didn’t see anyone or anything that indicates someone other than you was there. Plus there are too many footprints on the muddy parts to figure out which belongs to who.” Red and silver orbs caught sight of your dejection, prompting him to ask for forgiveness. “I should’ve stood by closer. Could’ve seen who it was. I’m tasked to look after you and—”

“No, no, it’s alright,” you smiled softly, hugging yourself. This was pointless, you figured. Other than gathering evidence, you should’ve turned around and faced whoever was tormenting you. To curse your cowardice now would be pointless since it had already happened. You had your chance to see who it was, yet you didn’t take it.

Perhaps if there is a next time, I’ll definitely take it.

“Still…” Kakucho pinched the bridge of his nose, groaning softly. “I should be on the lookout. Strange people aren’t the only things that will pose a threat here. Poisonous snakes, sharp rocks—even the jellyfish in some shallow parts should be accounted for.”

“It’s totally alright, Sir. I can take care of myself whenever you’re doing other things.” Plus, they don’t seem to believe you actually saw someone. No matter, you can always find pieces of evidence on your own when it was time for you to gather wood. Maybe then, you could find something that’ll prove you weren’t having wild imaginations. “You were quite busy, Sir. I’d only get in everyone’s way and be a bother if you had to do that always.” After muttering words of gratitude, you then excused yourself to get dressed. Kakucho’s hand immediately reached out to grab your arm, halting you on your way back to the wooden house. “Yes, Sir?”

“As I said, Kakucho is fine.” He grinned lightly, those eyes of his usually aloof or guarded at times now excluded kindness. It took all of your power not to kiss him on the cheek in front of Ran and Koko. “And we’ll talk about this later during dinner, yeah? I’m sure the others wouldn’t mind. If there really is somebody else on this island, they could’ve seen him.”

Easier said than done. Kakucho was too caught up in grilling the fish Rindou and Takeomi caught to assist you in addressing the scare you had that afternoon. Ran and the rest were either chatting by the fire or cracking the coconuts they managed to get. The only one who wasn’t present was the same person the older Haitani suspected. Eyes scanning any nook or cranny for any familiar pink mullet or the usual dirty glare he’d give you, surprisingly there were no traces of Bonten’s number two in the vicinity. Mikey, whom he was normally attached to, sat by his chair made from logs. Onyx orbs drinking in the hypnotic dance of the flames to notice his right-hand man was nowhere in sight. However, you didn’t want to be the one to announce that to him. The last thing you want was to disturb him in his peaceful state.

He can’t still be gathering firewood at this time of night, right? Does he know it’s dinner time? Unless… he’s up to something.

“Who you lookin’ for?” Almost flinching at Koko’s voice that was too close to your ear, you turned to face him. He was holding out banana leaves for you to take, serving as plates. Murmuring gratitude at him, you took the makeshift dish and gave him a little smile. Snake-like eyes scanned the area, hoping to see what you were searching for. “Are you… looking for Sanzu?

Guess you could never hide anything from your employers. Nodding softly, you then let out a heavy sigh. “I, uh, have been thinking. Can this be… just between us? Although I don’t think it’ll stay much of a secret for long since I have a feeling everybody is gonna find out whether I want to or not.” Upon hearing no response, you faced him and found the silver-haired man donning a sheepish grin. A brow raised, you started to fear for the worst. Did I say something I shouldn’t have? “What? You’re not allowed to keep secrets? Oh shit, am I now allowed to say something bad—”

“No, no… It’s just that, if you’re gonna beat around the bush, you’re just gonna lose me.” Koko couldn’t help but laugh at your flustered state. “Just be direct to the point. But no, it’s alright to keep secrets.” Tongue sticking out, he then winked playfully. “It’ll cost you, though.”

You blinked once, twice. Lips parting, your tongue was tied at the executive’s statement. Was he being serious? Weighing between asking if he was or what he wanted, you swallowed your apprehensions. There was no harm in asking after all. Yet, your question was immediately answered when Koko chuckled, delighted at your puzzled expression. Those dark hues twinkled in amusement.

“I was just teasing you. There’s no need to pay me,” he mumbled after laughing, tucking his hand under his chin. Truly entertained and sprinkled with intrigue by whatever you had to say. “Well, do go on… Surely you won’t wait around before the subject of our topic returns. There’s no fuckin’ way Sanzu would let you talk shit about him while he’s around, that’s for sure.”

You decided to forget his teasing and cleared your throat, voice lowering to a whisper. “Thank you, Sir. I normally won’t express this aloud, but I’m convinced that, uh… Sanzu hates me.”

“You’re wrong.”

“What?” Confused at Koko’s words, you made sure to keep your voice on a down low while you continued to converse. “What do you mean I’m wrong? Have you seen the way he acts around me? Sanzu fuckin’ hates me. Forgive me, but I thought you’d be more attentive, Sir.”

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” Koko snorted while shaking his head lightly. “And I’m right. If Sanzu hates you—really hates you, you’d be fuckin’ dead by now, sweetheart. Probably have been before this whole hellhole of a situation happened.” Silence occupied the space between you two momentarily, more so because you were in deep thought.

As much as you wanted to argue on that, Kokonoi Hajime was somehow on the money. Sanzu Haruchiyo would have shot you right in the face the moment you addressed him as Akashi instead of his current last name. A grave mistake on your part, but what does a new employee know? He certainly had the power and position to do anything he wanted in this organization. You could’ve been pronounced dead that day. But still, you weren’t convinced that Sanzu didn’t harbor any ill feelings towards you.

“Instead of pondering so hard on it, let me just remind you that Sanzu is a hard man to please. Unless you’re our boss, of course.” Koko then sighed, hand shooing a hermit crab about to head towards his foot. “Be honest. What do you really wanna tell me? I know this barely got under the iceberg of your worries.”

Tongue darting out to lick your lips, you exhaled shakily. Of course, he had to know. It wasn’t news to anyone here that Bonten’s number two disliked your guts ever since. “I shouldn’t be having these ideas… But I can’t help it sometimes. Especially when I lie awake while expecting Sanzu to come to my room and just straight-up murder me.” Fingers flicking off the sand that stuck to your thigh, you gazed up to look at Koko. “I have no evidence, but I think Sanzu is trying to frame me—”

“Sanzu, what took you so long?” Mikey inquired, steely black eyes following the pink-haired executive’s form walking towards him. Whether anyone saw you flinch or dart your gaze away from any observant eye, you focused on the banana leaves still sitting in your hand and stared at them like it was the most interesting thing in the world at this moment.

Speak of the devil.

Koko never said another word, keeping his questions and curiosity sealed tightly as he glanced at the man who has returned. At the appearance of Sanzu, the rest finished their task on time and started to gather into a circle around the fire. However, you didn’t have to be a mind reader to guess what was running in the treasurer’s mind, and to be honest, you were quite taken aback by your own conclusions.

Why on earth would Sanzu Haruchiyo frame you? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to claim such a thing?

From the day you stepped on this island and leading up to this day, he has been nothing but hostile to you. What boggled you, even more, was how he easily concluded you were the traitor responsible for allowing that bomber to infiltrate. Is it because disposing of a mere secretary than an executive was easier? Was he covering for the true suspect? If that is true, then who is it? Is it someone he respects so much to protect their ass?

But then, this was the same man who listens to no one other than his king—Sano Manjiro. For him to side with the suspect who could’ve killed Mikey that night did not seem to align with who he is. To accuse Sanzu of betrayal or aiding the bomber is akin to claiming a fish can’t swim. Koko had the exact same sentiments if his staring wasn’t obvious enough.

And yet, why the secretary out of everyone? Is it because accusing another executive of such treason is a messy endeavor? Why was there a need to blame someone? Why can’t he just conclude that the bomber acted alone? And, more importantly…

What is Sanzu Haruchiyo really up to?

“I’m sorry, Mikey,” Sanzu responded, setting down a few logs and sticks next to the fire. Those blue irises were as biting as the cold breeze when they landed on you. It was almost as if he knew what you and Koko spoke of which caused a chill to run down your spine. What the fuck? Did he hear us? That’s just fucking impossible. “Got caught on surveying the area for tonight as per your request.”

“Good,” Mikey muttered before he stood up and grabbed the coconut shell Rindou was holding up for him. Everyone waited for his signal to start eating, never wanting to displease the boss. Holding up the drink, Mikey then gave a silent toast that served as the cue for the feast to start. Almost immediately, every executive was making a grab for what their stomach fancied for this evening. You waited for them patiently to finish, yet it was more due to the fact that your appetite had significantly decreased at the thought of Sanzu eavesdropping on your conversation with Koko.

There’s no way he heard us. He wasn’t even around! Maybe I’m just being paranoid right now—

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” A stubbled chin was rubbing against the side of your face, Ran’s baritone voice filling your right ear as your body instantly reacted to the surprising touch. Your ear grazed your shoulder at the strange sensation whereas your eyes shot the older Haitani a glare.

“Cut that out, Ran. Your stubble doesn’t feel nice.”

His pink lips pouted at your comment. “If you only agreed to do the shaving, you wouldn’t be complaining right now, doll.” Instead of standing up and returning to his usual spot next to Rindou, Ran made himself at home next to you while pointing at his own fish. “Can you help me get rid of the bones, love?” When you made an exasperated sigh, he merely grinned. “Come on, ‘ya can’t stray from your secretarial duties now. You can’t have your boss choke on some fish’s bone—”

“Let the woman eat first, Haitani,” Takeomi grunted, making a face at the unbefitting display Ran did. “You’re causin’ such noise there that we could barely hear ourselves chew. And getting someone else to get rid of the fish bones? Are you serious?”

Laughter erupted from the circle, little from you as you watched Ran get up and join Rindou once more. His cheeks tinted with pink at Takeomi’s comment, muttering under his breath. Thankfully, that was enough to peel him off of your side. You didn’t want to have any other prying eyes or ears to hear you and Koko if you both were to resume your conversation earlier. However, as Kakucho cleared his throat to bring up what occurred that afternoon as promised, you kinda wished Ran stayed.

“What? She saw a person?” Sanzu repeated, one of his brows raised at what Kakucho relayed to the group. Those icy blues shot to your squatting form, certainly annoyed. Instinctively, you lowered your head. Of course, he wasn’t going to believe you. “Are you sure she isn’t tryin’ to trick ‘ya? I just circled the whole island, you know, and saw no soul out other than us. What’s next? Is she gonna say she saw a headless man walking down the shore at night? Bullshit, I tell ‘ya.”

“Did you go and check?” Mikey turned to his number three for the answer, to which Kakucho replied with a nod. “Well? Was anyone there?”

“No, Sir—”

“Bitch is seeing things, that’s what,” Sanzu spat. Contempt and irritation swirled in his azure irises as they stared at you. It took everything in you not to stand and start yelling that you indeed saw another human being on this island. Yet, even if you did, there was no way Sanzu Haruchiyo would back down. He seemed complacent and for good reason, too. No one saw this mysterious person other than you and every time that you did, there was no evidence that suggest so. In short, he had everyone’s backing despite barely lifting a finger to tip the tides. “She’s probably tryin’ to shift the blame onto some imagination of hers. Why won’t you just admit that ‘ya slipped the bastard into that boat, huh? What’s it gonna take?”

“But I didn’t—”

“Speak up!” The pink-haired man almost roared, his tone had you close to tears yet you fought them back. Weaknesses weren’t what you wanted to be on display now. Balling up your shaky fingers into a fist, you gathered up your courage to do exactly what Sanzu wanted.

“I said, I didn’t let that bomber into the yacht,” you spoke up, lifting your chin to see Sanzu eye to eye. Nobody mattered at this point, only him and your determination to make him see that you weren’t what he thought you to be. “Neither do I have any connection to the fucker—I am not a traitor, Sir. I don’t know what I have to do to prove it to ‘ya, but I know for a fact that I work for Bonten. I’ve handled sensitive files and could’ve easily turned that over to the police or whatever organization that is out to bite our asses, but I didn’t. If I wanted to, I could’ve done so back in Tokyo or any other day where I’m not in the most vulnerable position I am in now. So, you saying that I’m a traitor with no backing is as good as horse shit.”

Mentally patting yourself on the back for getting those words out of your mouth without stumbling over them, you felt your legs lose their strength despite not even standing up. Just even sitting a few feet away from the clearly fuming Sanzu was terrifying. He didn’t expect you to actually speak up or even say that he was wrong.

The sweat rolling down your back was akin to ice upon seeing Bonten’s number two, the mad dog and the most dangerous man of Tokyo second to Mikey, started to walk towards you. You know, even if you started running, he was most likely to catch and pin you down. Staying still, you held in a breath when Sanzu leaned close until there was barely an inch keeping your noses from touching. The scars on the corner of his lips were so vivid that you swore you could tell where they started and ended despite the odd shape.

“‘Ya think you did something, huh? Yet even with that, you don’t have any proof you’re not the traitor. You act so smart and all, but a slut is a slut,” he sneered at your frightened expression. “What? Gonna spill to us your dirty little secret after you’ve tasted every available cock here? I bet my fuckin’ gun you would. In fact, I bet you’re just putting up this vulnerable act to fool us, yeah? Just shut up and drop dead, cunning whore.”

Scarlet. Your vision was shrouded in scarlet at Sanzu’s words. Doused with unforeseen anger that was all bottled up within, now spilling out and marring your rational mind. Nothing was on your sight that bled red except the back of his head, his legs moving him to stand next to his ‘king’. The complaints and comments the others had over what he said turned to white noise. You didn’t know how you did it—standing up and grabbing the empty coconut before hurling it towards his retreating back—but you did. The husk hit Sanzu Haruchiyo squarely on the head, the force knocking him forward that he was sure to have landed on Mikey’s shocked form that mirrored the rest if he didn’t steady himself on time.

“Fuck—what the…?”

The rest of the evening was history. All that you remembered after receiving a verbal warning from Mikey was how it took Kakucho, Ran, Rindou, and Takeomi to keep Sanzu from going after you. His screams of “I’m gonna kill ‘ya!” and “Get back here, bitch! We’re not done yet!” filled the entire evening air that came to a halt once you were out of his sight. Dinner was cut short and you ended up sitting in your room to replay the horrific decision of throwing a coconut at one of your superiors. You were quite sure you would be sleeping on a barely filled stomach and the threat of welcoming the morning already dead when Koko knocked on the wall and pulled back the cloth that served as a pathetic door.

“That was stupid.”

“It was…”

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“I know.”

“But I’m kinda glad you did,” Koko chuckled, taking the empty spot next to you and handing the banana leaves that contained an assortment of fruits. “Here, I managed to grab this before Sanzu could say you shouldn’t be fed for what you did tonight. I would be vile not to give you food.” Once you took the food from his hand, the silver-haired man continued in a small voice that was almost carried off by the salty breeze that entered through the gaps on the wall. “Mikey said that he’ll punish you tomorrow, first thing in the morning.”

Stilling at the information, you visibly swallowed at what that entailed. If Mikey decided to punish you, it was either he felt the need to or it was a request. You figured it was the latter.

“Ah, of course. This was bound to happen. Gotta prepare myself,” you mumbled, not caring whether Koko was listening or not. Picking up a slice of plum, you bit onto the fruit with a defeated sigh. Could you consider this your final meal before being sent to the gallows in the form of Sano Manjiro? You didn't know. Images of either getting shot, sliced on the throat, strangled to death, or just the classic drowning murked your hopeful wishes of him just giving you a simple task of cooking for the next few days. Whatever he’ll decide to do with you, you were quite sure you’ll never see it coming. “Did… he say anything about my punishment?” Swallowing hard a second time, you added almost hesitantly, “I-is he going to kill me? Mikey’s gonna kill me, isn’t he”

“Mikey won’t do that—”

“Don’t lie.”

“I’m not lying—”

“Maybe I-I should just go kick the bucket to make it easier, huh?” Tears that blurred your sight started rolling down your cheeks one by one, frightened at the thought of dying tomorrow. Ah, what a truly pathetic sight it is to be crying in front of one of your superiors. Yet, you couldn’t hold back the waterworks, letting it all out. Who wouldn't be terrified? “Should I just shoot m-myself? Isn’t that w-what Sanzu wants? Will that m-make things better? Am I really that disposable? You know? These thoughts have been popping up in my head for a while now and I try to keep them at bay. But sometimes they just won’t quiet down, you know? And yet, I feel like this is unfair ‘cause I’m not the traitor…” The rest of your depressing inquiries that only lead you down further toward an endless spiral of hate and despair were muffled by Koko’s shoulder. His arm wrapped around you and held you against him tightly, his lips next to your ear as he clicked his tongue in a scolding manner that had your eyes widening for a fraction.

Is Koko really hugging you right now?

“What on earth are ‘ya talking about, huh? No one is dying—especially you,” Koko sighed after patting your back, hoping to soothe down the sobs that wracked your body. “There, there. Stop cryin’, okay? You’re just gonna let Sanzu win if you let him hear you cry. That bastard has already said enough. Don’t cry… Yeah, that’s it. Deep breaths.” Pulling back, the silver-haired Bonten treasurer grinned down at you, his lithe fingers wiping away the tears you didn’t manage to graze away. Once you started to calm down, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Cheeks hot, you looked away. How embarrassing. “Seriously, what made you think Mikey’s gonna kill you, huh? He hasn’t even decided what to do. You do let your imagination run wild, huh? Besides, Sanzu’s alright—he’s not dying anytime soon.”

Blinking a few times, you inhaled sharply to prevent snot from running down your nose and further humiliating yourself. “H-he is? Honest?”

Koko scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Of course. It’ll take probably ten bullets to bring down that guy. Getting hit on the head with a coconut is not gonna give him permanent brain damage, trust me,” he muttered. “Other than just a small bump, Sanzu’s fine. He’s still standin’ on two legs after all.”

“Still, I hit my own boss,” you groaned onto your palms, mentally chastising yourself for letting your emotions get the best of you. “I shouldn’t have done that. If only I could turn back time…” Mulling over something that has already occurred was pointless, you knew. There was nothing else to do but sleep and accept tomorrow’s punishment—whatever it might be. But removing the fear for what it may be proved to be impossible as you bid Koko good night once he stood up. Everyone was tired after a full day of moving about and Koko was no exception to this.

“Just don’t worry too much about it, ‘kay?” Koko grinned, patting your shoulder. The action soothed your concerns, just a bit. “Mikey won’t do anything of the sort you’re so scared about. He might just ask you to gather wood or cook tomorrow, you’ll see. Okay?”

“I just hope so…”

His hand moved effortlessly to your head, patting it. A small smile now gracing his softened features. Normally, this wasn’t something that occurs between an employee and their boss but for your sanity’s sake, it was a necessity. Nevertheless, you relaxed your stiff shoulders. Koko’s silver strands shone under the moonlight streaming through the half-assed made window. “Don’t worry your pretty lil’ mind. If it makes you feel better, I’ll make sure nothing bad is gonna happen tomorrow morning…”

“You’ll… do that?”

“Yeah, why not?” Koko laughed at your surprised expression before shrugging. “It’s not a problem at all. I’ll try and talk to Mikey to lighten your sentence, ‘kay?” Gesturing at your bed, he waved his hand in farewell. “Get some shut-eye, sweetheart. See you in the morning.”

Whatever horrific scenario you were capable of imagining as you laid on the hard bed that was just cloth and dried leaves continued to plague your head like a buzzing fly. And yet, despite this annoyance and dread, you fell asleep at the stroke of midnight and awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside. Immediately you were up, scared that you might make Mikey wait too long outside.

Walking out, you figured he was either bound to be in a foul mood due to the early hour or would be apathetic as he always is. Each step you took was shaky, heart imbued with horror and panic. Still, you did this to yourself—should’ve held your tongue back, remained motionless, and taken the insults to the face… But how could someone just take that all in and not do something?

Whatever. Just gotta have to take the punishment…

As you stepped out, the salty breeze greets you along with the strangest sight of Mikey laying out a piece of cloth, waiting for you by the beach. The shortest yet most dangerous man out of all the Bonten members appeared freshened up, judging by the way his hair was damp and his clothes were different from last night. The greeting you had at the tip of your tongue was pushed back when those dark irises fell on you and then pointed at the cloth. Alarm bells started ringing in your head at the motion.

This was it—no backing out or running now.

“Strip and wash or do whatever you have to do. We’ll start your punishment once you come back.”

“Y-yes, Sir. Right away.”

The punishment you had in mind played out in numerous ways. One was to lay on the cloth naked all day until your skin would be littered with sunburns and etched with blisters. The second was to be doused in the essence of any sweet fruit until ants started biting your skin for hours on end. The list goes on and on because frankly, you knew Sanzu loved to torture those who did him wrong. Back in Tokyo, you often had to cancel most of his appointments because he was far too busy beating the shit out of someone. You didn’t even know if Mikey followed his number two’s suggestions on how to punish you—until your legs were spread wide for the earth and sky to see. Cunt out in the open for anyone—anyone to use like a classic whore in a glory hole as what Mikey muttered to you.

Maybe this was Sanzu’s idea after all…

However, whether that was true seemed dubious for he was obviously taken aback the moment he emerged from the wooden house to eat breakfast only to find most of his colleagues were with you.

Which led you to this moment, getting used like a fleshlight by Mikey below you and his loyal men from above. Ran, Rindou, and Kakucho towered above you two, either rubbing their cocks or letting you do it to the sight of your ruined cunt and body painted with thick streaks of semen. They were careful not to spurt it at Mikey unless they wanted their dicks cut off. Your hands fell limp to your sides, forearms tired after stroking cock after cock since they started to flock around you. Mouth agape, you felt another spurt of cum coming from Rindou land on your tongue. To be honest, you assumed they’d be tired and start shooting blanks by now—not goading one another to see who could paint your skin to the color of their cum. Really, you’d think they would have grown tired or hungry by now as breakfast hasn’t been touched since they saw your naked form upon leaving the wooden house. All the blood rushing to their lengths fueling their appetite for your pussy.

“You’ll leave space for our cum in that pretty cunt, right doll?” Ran bent down to wipe the stray glob of cum from the side of your mouth before popping the digits into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. “You look so pretty like this, baby,” he cooed upon hearing you mewl at the pressure. “You love this, don’t ‘cha?”

“Naawh…” you moaned against his fingers still in your mouth, close to choking down on it when Mikey thrust up, eliciting a groan from you. Your initial answer did not coincide with how you keened and whined. “Pweash, wanna… wanha cum ‘s bad.”

“Hey, Mikey… Is this even a punishment?” Rindou chuckled at the delirious expression etched across your face. It was such a sight to behold, paired with your delicious moans and the quivers that ran through your body. “Look at her, enjoying this too much. Fuck, wanna breed that pussy.”

Instead of answering the younger Haitani, Bonten’s head reached for your nipples and pinched them hard that it had you squeaking. Ran smirked at the reaction, retracting his fingers and situating his cock near your mouth. The sight was such a nasty one, especially to those who decided to just sit on the sidelines and watch—namely Takeomi, Sanzu, and Koko. Well, Takeomi and Sanzu. Just one call of his name by Mikey had the Bonten treasurer trudge towards the spectacle of you being used like a toy. Whether he knew your punishment or not, Koko remained silent as he stood by your exhausted form.

Contrary to Rindou’s belief, you might be enjoying the position you were in right now, but there were conditions that had you worrying. Conditions that you knew you could never meet unless you conceded. It was either to stay like this until dinner—let any one of them use you to their heart's content… or apologize to Sanzu for throwing a coconut at him. The rational part of you preferred the latter. There was no way you could keep this up until evening without eating or taking a break. Even now you wanted to concede and have breakfast. However, saying sorry to the same person who accused you of being a traitor and stating you were delusional would be a huge blow to your pride. You assumed this was what Sanzu wants, for you to admit defeat.

Never.

You didn’t want to admit defeat—not when you were in the right. Not when you weren't the traitor he is trying to write up as.

Yet, you should’ve realized you shouldn’t ever underestimate your superiors, especially when they had no access to pussy on this island other than yours and that it was offered freely. The thought had your heart pang with something akin to hurt at the idea of them just using you but that was instantly wiped from your mind at the sudden intrusion of Ran’s cock in your mouth. The red tip of his dick easily hit the back of your throat, tears forming in the rim of your eyes at how full you felt. It wasn’t when he started to fuck your throat that you almost cried out at the oversensitivity and the whole thing overwhelming you. Hairs on the back of your neck stood when Mikey commanded Koko with clarity to eat your pussy and clean you up there.

Awkward. It should be awkward between you two. Not too long ago, he did promise to make sure Mikey wouldn't kill you or do anything that may have harm befall you. Yet, here he was, finding himself in a scenario where he couldn't say no.

Not that he wanted to object, though.

Despite your lidded eyes, you could make out Koko’s silver hair gleaming under the morning sun as he got down, crawling past Ran’s legs to sit in front and be face to face with your slick pussy folds. The moment his tongue darted out to lick your clit, hot breath hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves, you gurgled around the older Haitani’s cock at the delicious sensation. Mouth and jaw already turning sore. Thank whatever deity up there that Mikey made sure to have them pull out before cumming. You didn’t want to get pregnant in the whole ordeal and nurse a child that was conceived out of a situation such as this. Especially when they didn’t love you or even hold you at the same level of regard as they would with a lover. Seeing you only as a means to wet their dick whenever they want to on this island.

And that hurt.

It hurts…

“Fuck, she’s tightened up. Suck on her clit, Koko,” Mikey grunted, speeding up his thrusts to a point your tits were jiggling and your nipples were as hard as pebbles. His fingers still pinching them that you swore they’d feel hot to the touch. Koko, being obedient, did as he was told and spread your cunt apart. His dark hues drinking in the way your pussy was swallowing his superior’s cock. One wrong move will have your pelvis hit his head. Holding onto your waist, he did his best to lick and flick at your throbbing clit, cleaning up your juices. Koko couldn’t help but let out a moan, delighted at how you taste. You screamed, muffled by Ran’s cock about to spurt out cum down your throat. “She’s gonna cum again—oh shit, fuck!”

Too much, this was all too much!

Eyes rolling back, you saw the whole world turn upside down. Then, darkness shrouded everything and you found yourself floating in that endless void.

It took you a while to realize after waking up in your room that you blacked out. Well, it was expected since you barely slept the night and didn’t have the strength to continue. It should be noon by now, but the storm clouds that blocked out the sun and the howling wind made it seem like the day was about to end. Bemoaning your sore back and lower regions, you slowly sat up and found yourself already in a clean shirt and shorts. Whoever washed you up and dressed you had your thanks, making a mental note to ask and return the favor later.

“You’re awake, huh.” Mikey must have known you would be up now for he entered your room like it was destined to happen. At the sight of him, your cheeks lose their warmth at the reminder that you failed to meet the conditions he laid out for you. There was no use in struggling or trying to weasel your way out. Luck certainly favored Sanzu Haruchiyo because now, since you blacked out and did not last until the evening as what was required, you had to apologize to him. Your sorrow must’ve been quite evident in your features for Mikey sighed. “You should’ve conceded from the start. Would’ve saved you from all that trouble.”

“I’m sorry I caused trouble, Sir.” Lowering your head, you muttered softly. “I will apologize to Sanzu right away.” You then lifted your head to look at him, hoping he would show you or give a hint as to where the pink-haired man was. When he didn’t respond, you tried to ask. “M-may I know where he is at this hour?”

Lightly shaking his head, Mikey leaned against the wall. “He’s out. But I can’t pinpoint where he actually is.” Observing your face for any change of expression, he continued. “All I know is that he’s out surveying the area, probably nearby that cliff. I suggest you hurry up and say it to him before he comes back.”

Before Sanzu comes back? Does he want me to venture out there? Alone?

“Can I bring Kakucho with me, Sir?” you inquired, almost terrified of what his reply may be. Venturing out there all alone in this weather and with that stranger out there you were quite sure to have seen, you obviously had your reservations. “He’s tasked to keep me safe after all…”

Mikey’s answer was instant.

“No. Kakucho is busy with other matters, and so are the others. You must do this alone, [Y/N]. If you go out there with someone else, Sanzu will not like it.” Sensing your hesitance, Mikey added softly. “If you think he’ll hurt you, he won’t. Sanzu will not make a move to harm you unless I say so.” Exhaling deeply, he nodded to the exit, urging you to head off. “Go now. It’s gonna start pouring soon. If you wanna bring anything to defend yourself, I don’t recommend it. Sanzu will think you’re out to kill him.”

Trusting Bonten was akin to letting an alligator into your home without any protection and expecting it to be tamed. It never does end well for those who don’t expect them to bite back or do anything if you betrayed them, no matter whether it was a great deal or not. However, the words of Sano Manjiro were not to be taken lightly. His word has always been the law in the organization and is now applied to this island. And if you have learned anything from being their secretary for three months, it was the ultimate fact that Sanzu never disobeys his ‘king’. To go against him would be the death of who Sanzu Haruchiyo was and what he embodied.

And so, you put your trust in Sano Manjiro. Minutes of walking and searching for any bright pink or any sign that may suggest Sanzu was in the area had you anxious. The wind was picking up and the leaves rustled to their tune. It was growing darker as the angry clouds continued to grow and pour their wrath onto the island any second. Not to mention, that person could be anywhere and could bring harm to you if they wanted. Time was of the essence and you wanted to get this done. Shelter called to you like a siren and frankly, you almost heed its call.

But where is Sanzu?

The second you turned to a corner, raindrops started to fall one by one. You had to turn back. There was no way you could find Bonten’s number two under the harsh rain. For all you knew, he could be back at the wooden house while you’re out here searching for him. However, just as you were about to turn back, clothes already wet, you heard it—the sound of footsteps crushing dried leaves. Whether it was out of desperation or the urge to just finish this, you unknowingly followed the sound and grumbled, “Sanzu? Is that you? Can I talk to you for a sec—” You barely managed to piece the rest of your sentence when you saw a different man standing in front of you, unreadable black eyes staring right back at you. He wasn’t Sanzu nor anyone in Bonten.

A stranger.

It was him—the person who have been stalking you in the falls.

He must’ve realized you knew about his presence, for he eerily smiled. You took off without a second thought. Frightened beyond relief. Panting hard as your legs ran, careful not to trip or slide on wet mud, you swore you could feel him gaining on you. Neverminding that your body was still sore, you swatted and avoided the plants that obstructed your view. The goal of reaching the wooden house or a clearing directed your brain to keep pumping adrenaline into your veins. Time seemed to have gone slow, teasing you as you grew impatient.

Where am I? Where’s the way out? Fuck, am I even headed in the right direction?

A whimper escaped your lips when you turned around to see the stranger still catching up to you. Curses flooded your head, serving as a chant to keep you going. Lungs and heart pumping, the beat almost drowned out the sound of rain falling. You dare not to look back, terrified that he was inches away from grabbing you and having his way. Rain and your tears blurred your vision, your hand hastily wiping them away.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck—

You tripped on a huge limestone that was hidden well by overgrown wet grass, causing you to slide a few feet away into a bush. A cry of pain slipped from your mouth, hands applying pressure to your ankle that was undoubtedly sprained. Some parts of your cheeks also stung, cuts made by leaves marring the flesh. Holding back a sob, you tried to stand but to no avail. There was no way you could limp back to where the others were and avoid the man.

Hiding deeper under the bush, you held in a breath upon seeing a flash of white that went by. Hours, it seemed like hours have passed by as you waited for the clear when it was merely seconds. And just as you were about to relax, the color grew larger as it approached. Heart about to leap out of your throat, a gasp shuddered out of your shivering form as you peered up to see who has found you.

It was none other than Sanzu Haruchiyo, in the flesh. “S-Sanzu…” you sobbed, his name falling out of your lips like a sacred prayer. He was a sight for sore eyes indeed.

“Wha…” Sanzu squinted at your fallen form, damp pink strands stuck to his face as the storm raged on. But even with the rain cruelly surging down, close to blurring your eyesight, you saw it, his features riddled with concern and shock to see you here. It was more evident once his blue irises laid eyes on your sprained ankle that you were still holding onto. For a moment, you braced yourself for his insults or anything that is set out to hurt your feelings. However, Sanzu remained uncharacteristically silent.

Questioning you would have to wait. Without saying anything, he bent down with his back faced to you. Immediately you figured out what he wanted you to do and latched onto him. A hissed of pain was what you elicited as a stinging feeling shot up your leg at the slight movement. Once he made sure you were comfortable on his back, Sanzu grumbled, “Hold on. I’ll find some shelter.”

Whether this was a dream or not, Sanzu helping you was something that slightly warmed your heart. Your body willingly leaned against his heat as the cold rain beat down on you both as you sought shelter.

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🌶️ Yandere Baki Shorts:

Mine 🌶️

Yandere Hanayama Kaoru x Afab reader x Kizaki

I wanted to do something a little darker. A little smutty. So you have this monstrosity of 5.5k words.

Kaoru is about 24/25 in this.

Also! Did you know most men want to be with women who are like their moms? (Weird)

Minors DNI

TW: stalking, yandere behavior, uncomfortable themes, misogyny, mommy issues, forced marriage, dubcon, and forced voyeurism

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Kizaki was doing it again, Kaoru noted. His dark eyes observing his right hand man smiling at the lucent screen. Just what has been so interesting to him over these last few months that he was failing to listen to his words?

“Kizaki?” Kizaki nearly dropped his phone from his hand when Kaoru’s deep voice rung throughout the limousine. “What is so interesting?”

Kizaki’s eyes dart to the steering wheel, sweat pooling down his back in nervousness. Should he tell his boss he’s been seeing someone? That he met a wonderful young woman while out on a food run for Kaoru a few months back?

“Kizaki.” Kaoru’s tone is stern, his gaze now narrowed. This wasn’t like Kizaki. The older man was usually quite diligent with his job but as of late, he’s been giggling like a schoolgirl at his phone. A rosy blush now spotted on his tanned cheeks and he seemed more at ease as of late… was he sick?

“I can’t hide anything from you, boss…” Kizaki rubs the back of his neck. “I have a girlfriend.”

Something broke in Kaoru’s head like a glass vase from Kizaki’s words. Kizaki had a girlfriend… a girlfriend. A girlfriend before Kaoru.

A silence consumed the limousine, the tension so thick that it could be sliced with a knife. Kizaki hadn’t meant to make things awkward…

“She must be an amazing woman.” Kaoru mutters softly under his breath. He should be happy that Kizaki was seeing someone… and yet, he was jealous. Kaoru couldn’t keep a girlfriend for more than a month.

And it always fell back on him. His life was too dangerous, he was too emotionless, he wasn’t romantic enough, he was too much in bed, or he was too controlling. Kaoru was too much for a girl and he just accepted it. He was never going to find anyone to love someone like him.

Yet… he craved it. He wanted a woman as wonderful as his mother. A beautiful,demure woman who would listen to him and comfort him… it was unrealistic, he knew that. Kaoru has only truly adored one woman in his life and that was his mother. No other woman could compare to her, at least the ones he’s been around as of late.

“Boss? I apologize for not telling you sooner.” Kizaki snaps Kaoru from his daze. The yakuza boss clearing his throat. How unprofessional of him to get lost in his own musings while his most trusted man shared a bit of his personal life with him.

“It’s alright… I understand.” Kaoru trailed off, his attention turning to the bustling city streets. He was getting into his emotions again, he needed to calm down before they spilled out. “You’re allowed to have a life outside of me.”

Kizaki smiles sadly at his boss. He has always been worried about Kaoru. The younger man just seemed lonelier as the years dragged on… ever since his mother’s passing.

“If there’s anything you want or anything I can do for you, let me know.” Kizaki smiles warmly at his boss.

Oh how those words were going to bite him back…

Kaoru noticed Kizaki buying a bouquet of roses every so often as the seasons went by. The soft red petals reminding him of a distant memory of his mother. She was always so fond of the prickly, aromatic flowers. But their beauty could never compare to hers… he missed her everyday.

“Is she fond of them?” Kaoru asks, his dark eyes glancing into Kizaki’s through the rear view mirror. The older man smiling at him.

“Yes. I personally peel off the thorns for her. Delicate flowers for my delicate lady.” Kizaki says more to himself than Kaoru. “She deserves only the best…”

Kaoru clenched his fist tightly. The skin on his hand now a pale white. He shouldn’t be jealous of Kizaki, he truly shouldn’t. It’s not as if he desired Kizaki’s woman. It was more of a fact that Kizaki had found love despite his criminal status while Kaoru himself still struggled.

Kaoru was in his mid twenties now and he had yet to have a long term partner.

Women came and went out of his life. Whether they were a date for the night or someone to warm his bed, nothing ever came from his numerous attempts at companionship. Romance was an entirely different story all together. He wasn’t a romantic nor was he good at comfort. He was a man who was hardened by the horrors in his life and there was no one willing to patiently wait for him to open up… there was no one who ever tried to love him… love is what he truly desired deep down.

Perhaps that’s why he drowned himself in liquor, crimes, and fights. Just a bit of serotonin and he would be okay. Just another shot of adrenaline and he wouldn’t think about it. Hanayama Kaoru didn’t need anyone or anything. He was too proud to ever admit aloud that he was lonely.

“Boss? You seem a bit quieter than normal.” Kizaki piped up from the driver’s seat. Quieter than normal? Kaoru was quiet in general. “What’s on your mind?”

Kaoru opened his mouth to speak before he ultimately decided to shut it. He wouldn’t trouble Kizaki with his woes. He didn’t want to ruin the man’s night with his girlfriend. Kizaki didn’t have to always put Kaoru above himself. The older man has loyally served Kaoru for years now. The man deserved a life outside of the Hanayama family.

“It’s nothing.” Yes… it was nothing.

Kaoru felt his stomach drop when he caught a glimpse of a young woman holding Kizaki’s arm across the street. Who was she?

“Oh that’s Kizaki’s girlfriend, (your name).” One of his men shared with a smile. It was as if he read Kaoru’s mind. A hand was then placed on his shoulder. “She’s a really pretty thing.”

Kaoru droned out his men’s words other than her name. Her name was even pretty… Kaoru observed Kizaki and her laugh together. She looked so gentle… so unlike the women he attracts. How did Kizaki find her?

Kaoru watched Kizaki speak to her before the man noticed Kaoru across the street. Kizaki then whispered something in her ear, the young woman turning to glance over in Kaoru’s direction.

(Eye color) eyes meeting smoldering obsidian eyes for the first time. Kaoru’s breath was stuck in his throat when she gave him a smile so bright, it felt like he was hit with a ray of sunshine.

Kaoru nearly choked on his spit, his eyes memorizing her facial structure and expression. This was the first time a woman has ever happily greeted him…

Kaoru shook his head. This was wrong. He couldn’t be pinning after his best friend’s girlfriend…

Kaoru gave a small wave back before he turned his attention back to the task at hand.

Kaoru would not let this crush grow anymore… it wouldn’t end well for Kizaki.

Kaoru couldn’t get her out of his head. Her face haunting his dreams… her smile appearing every time he shut his eyes. She was inescapable and it was hell.

(Your name) looked just like a dream to him… his mind was making her into some romanticized version of herself and he just couldn’t stop the delusions from overtaking his mind. Kaoru found himself increasingly slipping through the cracks of reality and into his fantasies.

Kaoru ran his fingers through his hair and sighed loudly. What was the point in fixating on her if he could not have her? He was a horrible person for even having indecent thoughts about Kizaki’s girlfriend. How could he not be jealous? Was he that unlovable?

Kaoru could feel his eyes water a bit but he shook his head to stop them from falling. Men don’t cry.

Yet today was a day he would allow himself to wallow in self pity. It was the anniversary of his mother’s death and just like every year before this one, he was determined to visit her grave.

The limousine came to a stop at the cemetery, Kaoru exiting the vehicle in a timely fashion. A giant bouquet of red roses in his large hands.

“Are you sure you don’t need any guards?” Kizaki asks from the driver’s seat. The older man’s eyes filled with worry.

“I’m not a child, Kizaki. I’ll be fine.” Kaoru reassured his friend. Even if something did happen to him, it’s not like Kaoru couldn’t handle it. He danced with death so often, it became a dance routine.

“Alright… I’ll be back in an hour to get you.” Kizaki then drove off, leaving Kaoru behind.

The yakuza boss made his way up the cobblestone step until the graves because more and more familiar. His eyes watery once they landed on his mother’s grave. A grim reminder that she was gone…

The sky was cloudy and a light drizzle kissed his skin with each step until he stood in front of the elegant monument that held his mother under it.

“Hello, mom…”

Kaoru knelt in front of the grave stone and placed the roses beside the angel shaped tombstone. He reached into his suit jacket to pull out a lighter to light some incense. The tears were slowly starting to fall from his stone cold face.

Kaoru’s ears picked up a soft humming. He turned his head and noticed a familiar young woman kneeling at another grave across the rows of tombstones. A modest white dress on her form as she knelt on the grass. A stain no doubt would be on her knees, but to Kaoru, she still looked like a fairy.

She slowly turned to face him once she noticed his presence. (Eye color) eyes meeting obsidian once more, this time at closer proximity.

Her eyes widened at his tears. The young woman getting up and slowly making her way towards him as if he was some injured wild animal. And perhaps in her mind, he was. Kaoru couldn’t be certain of what she was thinking, he wasn’t a mind reader.

It was when she knelt before him that he could hear his heart drumming in his head. Thump. Badump. Thump.

Time slowed down when she placed her small hands on his scarred cheeks and wiped the trail of tears from his face. This had to be a dream… there was no way she was really before him… and then she hugged him. Her small barely fitting around his waist as she pulled him into a warm embrace.

Kaoru sucked in a shaky breath when her warm skin met his. The scent of roses lulling him into a dream like state of relaxation. Her body fit so perfectly against his… like a missing puzzle piece.

“It’s okay…” and as soon as those softly whispered words left her plump lips, he was completely under her spell. His walls were knocked down and the waterworks began.

Large muscular arms pulled her body flush against his, his face buried in the crook of her neck as a sob wracked through his chest. He held her like a lifeline as years of pent up tears cascade down his scarred face. Her comforting scent of roses calming him in a familiar way…

Kaoru glanced over at his mother’s grave as a revelation hit him. His mother must have sent (your name) to meet him… that’s why they are so similar… why she smelled of roses and was oh so soft. She was his destiny.

Their meeting here at the cemetery and their comforting interaction was fate…

And on that cold, cloudy day, Kaoru finally succumbed to his delusions.

The first gift that came to (your name)‘s house was a bouquet of ruby colored roses. There had to be at least a hundred of them in the little black box they came in.

The scent was overpoweringly heady and sweet to the point that it gave her a headache… but it was sweet of Kizaki to buy her roses. It’s been a minute since he’s gotten her a bouquet of her favorite flowers…

She smiled as she brought the bouquet up to her roses and inhaled the scent. Hmm… there was another scent mixed in there… almost like a tobacco scent which was strange. Why would someone spray cologne in with the roses?

Oh well, she’d display them in the center of her table so she can enjoy the present her boyfriend had gotten her.

She was unaware of the scarred man who sat on the bench across the street admiring her from afar… he was so happy she loved his gift. Especially because he left a piece of him with it… it’s important to accustom one’s partner to their scent. That way it’d be more calming to them.

Kaoru sighed and rose up from the bench. The giant man lighting a Cuban cigar and inhaling the tobacco deeply. Soon… he’d woo her soon.

“I didn’t get you a bouquet of roses, darling.” (Your name) felt her blood run cold at Kizaki’s words. He didn’t get her the roses… then who got her the roses? “Sorry but I have to get back to work. The boss has been keeping me so busy as of late…”

(Your name) lips twitched. She knew she was going to be second in Kizaki’s life compared to his boss, but lately she hasn’t been seeing her beau as much… it was a bit lonely to say the least.

“Be safe. Love you-“ Kizaki had hung up right away, leaving him no time to respond to her words of admiration. A sigh escaped her lips as she sat down at her table and buried her face in her hands.

It wasn’t Kizaki’s fault. He was a busy man and she shouldn’t bother him with her incessant chatter. She’d only call him if it became too much for her.

And oh did it become overwhelming quickly.

(Your name) found a gift for her every single day since the box of roses. Sometimes double gifts. Now it was exquisite jewelry pieces and designer clothing… how did they know her exact sizing and tastes?

She felt violated in her own home at this point. Who was her secret admirer and how did they know so much about her… and why were they so persistent?

(Your name) itched to call Kizaki but he’s been so busy with work and she didn’t want to add onto that stress. She was a big girl, she was sure she could handle this.

Another week had gone by and now she was even more paranoid. It felt as if someone’s eyes were always on her. That she had a stalker…

She swore sometimes she’d see the flash of a camera out of the corner of her eye. It was frustrating and terrifying all at once.

Not to mention the black limousine she’d spot near her place of work. Who on earth could be following her around? She didn’t think she was such an interesting person…

But lately, her rude clients have disappeared seemingly out of thin air. No one has heard of them since they screamed at you… it was strange.

The last two weeks have been so strange…

She arrived home a little earlier than normal since she felt sick at work. And low and behold… she caught her admirer red handed.

She just didn’t expect them to be Kizaki’s boss… Hanayama Kaoru was it? Despite his rugged appearance he was a few years younger than her. Not that she was excusing his outlandish behavior with his age.

“You’re back early…” Kaoru muttered, the man still holding a neatly wrapped black box in his hands. “I guess this makes things easier for me.”

(Your name)’s eyes were wide when he tried handing her the gift. She took notice of the intricately tied knots around the box. What on earth was this man insinuating?

“I think you’d look lovely in red and black…” Kaoru whispered, his dark eyes admiring her facial expressions.

“I really cannot accept these-“ Kaoru put a finger up to her lips and hushed her.

“Shh. It’s okay. I know you want me as much as I want you…” Kaoru pressed a chaste kiss to the shell of her ear, causing (your name) to involuntarily shudder. He was in her bubble and it disgusted her.

(Your name) put her hand over his mouth and attempted to push him back. Instead her palms were met with a kiss from his large lips.

Kaoru easily swatted her hand away and swooped her into his arms. His lips on her cheek now.

“If you wanted me to kiss you, you could have just said so…” Kaoru chuckled at her attempts to get away from him. She felt like a kitten trying to defend itself from a lion. He made her feel so small and helpless…

“Stop it-“ His lips silenced hers in a swift kiss. His tongue prying her mouth open with ease, the pink muscle easily swallowing hers whole. This was no kiss… this was an assertion of dominance. Kaoru was letting her know how useless it was to resist him. To reject him. To escape him.

A string of saliva connected the two, his obsidian eyes hazy with lust. The yakuza leader leaning forward to lick up the saliva string from her lips.

“You taste so good.” Kaoru whispered as he peppered her face with more kisses. “I just want to devour you whole so no one else can ever taste you…”

Kaoru reluctantly pulled away, a smile now on his usually stoic face. “I’ll see you around my dear… next time I’ll bring a better gift. One that will be sure to wow you. I’ll see you around, dear.”

The moment he left, her knees finally gave out from under her. (Your name)’s strength completely left her as the waterworks began to come. She felt so hopeless… getting away from him was hopeless.

There was not a doubt in her mind that Kaoru would one day swallow her whole. And she was even certain that it would be in the near future.

There was something seriously wrong with that man… he must’ve been hit in the head too many times to truly believe that the way he was behaving towards was normal.

Kizaki noticed Kaoru’s sudden change in behavior. His boss would buy giant bouquets of roses, expensive jewelry, and clothes from the latest designers. It didn’t take long for Kizaki to figure out that Kaoru had fallen in love.

Kizaki was thrilled to know that his boss had fallen for someone… his boss deserved to be happy after all these years of solitude and rejection.

Kaoru had been increasing his work as of late, which kept him from seeing his girlfriend as much but she was understanding… Kizaki loved (your name) so much. He couldn’t have picked a more perfect partner for him.

Lately she seemed a bit on edge so Kizaki decided to drop by after his latest errand for Kaoru. Kaoru seemed a bit agitated that Kizaki didn’t want to work longer, but he relented.

Kaoru told Kizaki he’d be collecting his bride soon, but Kizaki wasn’t quite sure what his boss meant by that. His boss barely has been seeing his recent beau, how could marriage be on the line?

It was when Kizaki arrived to (your name)’s home that he realized what was truly going on with his boss. The familiar gifts all sitting precariously on her dining room table unopened. Her eyes red and puffy and her voice hoarse from crying.

“He won’t stop…” Her voice was barely above a whisper but Kizaki heard her. The reality was still sinking into him. This had to be a sick joke… a prank. Kaoru couldn’t possibly be in love with (your name)…

Kizaki knew the truth no matter how much he wanted to ignore it. Kaoru wasn’t a man who joked around, he was always serious. And these gifts were proof that he was serious about (your name).

“He was at the cemetery when I was there and he… he just looked so sad.” (Your name) choked out the words, her hands tightly gripping her arms. “I just hugged him was all and now he won’t leave me alone… why won’t he leave me alone, Kizaki?”

Kizaki couldn’t muster a response… yet his actions provided her the comfort she desired. His arms wrapped around her in a gentle embrace. His chai tea scent offering her solace.

“We’ll figure it out, okay?” Kizaki pulled away and held her face in his hands. His dark eyes softening at her face. “I won’t let you be subjected to this. I love you.”

(Your name) nodded her head and pressed her lips against her boyfriend’s. Kizaki leaning his forehead against hers.

“We’ll get through this together, darling.”

Kaoru marveled at the photos he had a photographer take of (your name). A giant professional portrait of her now hanging in his office. He wanted more of her… but for now he would settle for this temporary fix to his addiction.

Kaoru sighed dreamily as his hands flipped through each photo fondly. She was so beautiful… and so kind…

Kaoru’s behavior was becoming more and more concerning to his peers but they didn’t dare pipe up in fear of him lashing out.

No one wanted to end up on his bad side or else their face would end up as an article in the daily paper… Kaoru was not a man anyone wanted to mess with and especially not to stand up to.

Kizaki flinched when Kaoru threw his desk across the room. The wood splintering under the force of his throw and various papers scattered across the room.

Kaoru wasn’t handling the news well… that Kizaki wanted to marry his girlfriend of almost a year and that he wasn’t going to accept payment for her hand.

“I’m offering you one million yen.” Kaoru murmurs under his breath. “Do you want more money? Just name your price and I’ll pay it-“

“Boss… you can’t buy love-“ a chair was then thrown over Kizaki’s head. The older man sighing at Kaoru’s tantrum. Perhaps Kizaki was reaping what he’s sown by spoiling Kaoru for all these years.

“You said if there’s anything I want from you, you’d give it to me…” Kaoru whispered, his large form looming over Kizaki. “And I want (your name).”

“Boss-“ Kizaki winced when Kaoru pinched the doors frame by Kizaki’s head apart in by inch. It was a warning of what extremes Kaoru was willing to go to to get what he desired.

“She’s my soulmate, Kizaki. My mother sent her to me…”

“But she doesn’t love you-“

“I’m sure in time she will… she’ll love me with time.” Kizaki felt a chill run down his spine at the look in Kaoru’s eyes. He’s lost it… Hanayama Kaoru has officially lost it.

If Kizaki has talked to him more would he have ended up a better man? If he had paid more attention to Kaoru’s silent cries for help, would it have made a difference? No… Kaoru was too far gone to reason with.

It didn’t matter what Kizaki said or did, Kaoru was going to have his way.

Because what the boss wanted… the boss got.

“Marry me.” Kaoru got down on one knee in front of (your name) at the front of her door. His men behind him to prevent her from running. “Marry me and I swear I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world.”

(Your name) was speechless. Kaoru was undeterred from her lack of response and her gentle rejections. This man was not going to take no as an answer…

“Kaoru… I-“ Kaoru stood up and slipped the extravagant ring, that somehow fit perfectly, on her ring finger.

“It would be wise to accept me, lest you want something horrible to happen to Kizaki.” Now he was resorting to threats and force to get what he wants… how lovely. He was smart to exploit her weaknesses, she’d give him that.

(Your name) held his hand and leaned her head into his chest. If he wanted her to play pretend then she was willing to. Anything to prevent Kizaki from being harmed.

Kaoru softly smiled at her submission. He knew she’d see things his way… that’s what soul mates did…

Being forced to marry your lover’s boss was not something (your name) ever thought she’d be doing but here she was…

She was dressed to the nines in an elegant white dress that felt much like that of pretty wrapping paper than an article of clothing. Her wrists tied expertly together with a pristine white silk ribbon around her bouquet of roses.

The aromatic scent of the flowers she once admired mocking her for her misfortune. If she hadn’t loved the flower of love so much, would she be in this situation? Or would she be getting married to the love of her life, Kizaki, instead?

(Your name) sighed, pulling her bound wrists up to her chest in an attempt to comfort herself. Kizaki wasn’t powerful enough to do anything to convince his boss that this was wrong… and Kaoru made sure to threaten her into marrying him. Marry him or Kizaki will die. Of course she chose the first option… she’d do anything for Kizaki.

Two armed guards came in to escort her to her wedding. She obediently went with them. It’s not like she had a choice in this matter. She didn’t even get to pick her dress or the venue. This was all an orchestration of Kaoru’s ‘devotion’ to her.

The man was a control freak with mommy issues. Kaoru was unhinged but in a classy way. At least she’s be wined and dined while he goes on some delusional rant of her being his soulmate.

Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Imagine that it’s Kizaki at the alter and don’t make a scene.

And for awhile, it worked. She pretended it was Kizaki she was saying her vows to. That it was Kizaki who hungrily pressed his lips against hers. That it was Kizaki who swung her over his shoulders like a heathen- there was no pretending that this was Kizaki. Kizaki would never treat her so savagely, so barbarically. There was no gentleness in Kaoru’s haste to own her.

(Your name) knew in Kaoru’s eyes, she was a possession. A trophy. A plunder.

Especially with the way Kaoru threw her onto the bed like a ragdoll for their wedding night. His hands excitedly untying the knots he had made prior to her wrists.

“I can’t wait any longer… I’ve gotten you such a wonderful wedding gift too…”

That’s when Kaoru opened the closet door to reveal Kizaki bound and gagged to a chair. The poor man in perfect view of the bed. He wouldn’t… Kaoru couldn’t possibly think of doing something so cruel.

And that’s when he began to tear off his clothes like a child opening a gift on Christmas Day. The ripping of fabric and snapping of buttons echoing throughout the room. This was happening… this was going to happen.

Kizaki screamed through the gag, tears falling from his eyes. (Your name) squeezing her eyes shut when he removed the last article of his clothing. The bed dipped under his weight as his body joined her on her cushioned cage.

“My darling wife… tonight I’m going to show you how much a man can truly love a woman.”

(Your name) nodded her head to try to shake away her tears. She knew there was nothing she could do against this mountain of a man. Not if she wanted her beloved to live. So she would pretend again… she would pretend the man who was ripping apart her dress was Kizaki. That it was Kizaki’s hands grasping at her flesh so excitedly.

Her eyes never left Kizaki’s as Kaoru’s lips began to suck and bite down her neck and onto her chest. His hand guiding one of hers to his chest.

“Can you feel how my heart beats for you?” Kaoru asked softly like he was your lover instead. Like he wasn’t the man who threatened to kill the man you loved for you to accept him. “You make me feel so alive…”

(Your name) shivered when Kaoru slowly dragged her hand lower and lower. His dark eyes not leaving her eyes once during this act.

His breath hitching when the soft skin of her hands lightly grazed his hip.

“Please… pay attention to me.” Kaoru whispered, his lips pressed firmly in the junction of her neck. “Look at me and only me… look at your husband. At your life partner…”

It wasn’t long before she laid out completely bare in front of him. His lips salaciously covering every inch of her skin that he could. Tiny red marks in their wake from him nipping at her with his teeth.

He still held her hand in his as he stroked himself with her soft palms. His size was impressive… intimidating even. She wasn’t sure if he was going to fit in her.

Kaoru has her hand guide him to her entrance. The fat, bulbous tip kissing her lips gently as he lined himself up.

“You’re so beautiful… my beautiful wife.” Her head is thrown back when he begins his assault. Kaoru sheathing himself deep inside of her in one thrust. His sheer size causing her stomach to bulge. He was so big… bigger than any man she’s ever been with before.

“Oh god!” She cried out, her nails leaving angry red crescents on Kaoru’s back, the man smirking at her reaction. She’s never been stretched like this… never had someone make her feel… “so full…”

Kaoru smirked, his hips slowly rocking into hers. “I’m not even all the way in yet and you’re already a mess under me… what a perfect wife you are.”

Kizaki could only watch as Kaoru began snapping his hips into (your name)‘s. Her gasps and whines shamefully turning him on. Kizaki felt so ashamed watching her being railed by another man.

(Your name) could feel her eyes roll back when Kaoru threw her legs over his shoulders to go even deeper.

“So tight… so perfect.” Kaoru sung her praises, his hips moving faster as she cried out.

Kaoru moved his hand to push down on the bulge on her stomach, the poor girl coming undone in an instant. Kaoru’s face lighting up.

“You’re mine.” Kaoru chanted like a mantra. This man was insane. Absolutely insane… but she couldn’t deny that she’s never been sexually satisfied like this before. Kaoru knew what he was doing.

When he grabbed her hips and angled her up, she came undone again. A smirk was on his lips the entire time. It disappeared once he noticed her trying to look over at Kizaki again.

“No one’s ever made you feel like this before have they?” Kaoru asked, a finger reaching across and harshly pinching her nipple. A strangle cry escaping her lips, her eyes now on Kaoru again. “There we go. Look at me. Look at your husband.”

Kaoru firmly pressed his lips to hers as his hips began to stutter. Insane ramblings and sweet nothings were mixed together to form gibberish out of his mouth. The only word that she could understand from him was “mine.”

She felt his muscles go taut and she watched as he bit his lip to try to silence the loud groan that escaped his lips. Kaoru pulled out just in time, his sticky essence coating her stomach and collarbone.

Kaoru then slumped on top of her, pressing messy kisses all over her cheeks and jaw.

Her eyes turned over to look at Kizaki who was still crying but the stain between his legs was evident of what had happened… Kizaki had gotten off to watching her be railed by Kaoru…

“My beautiful wife… I promise to take care of you for the rest of our days.” Kaoru fondly mumbled in her ear. “You’re my world.”

(Your name)’s eyes never left Kizaki’s as she drowned out Kaoru. “I love you…” she whispered softly before Kaoru was on top of her again for the next round.

It seems Kaoru wasn’t going to stop until she understood that she was his… until she directed those three words towards her.

“I can’t have you telling another man you love him, dear.” Kaoru chuckled, his lips pressed firmly to hers. “You’re mine.”

#tw.dubcon #baki the grappler x reader #yandere baki #yandere imagine #female reader #yandere #yandere fic #hanayama kaoru #kaoru hanayama #kaoru hanayama x reader #baki kaoru hanayama #baki hanayama #Baki Kizaki #forced marriage #TW.forced marriage #tw.voyeurism

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minhavn · 2 years

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thinking about choi line running a train on me and making tyunning watch

well, this is.. inch resting, hmm, hmm

choi line who has their eyes set on tyunnies pretty girl the first time they see her and as their kind friend, he let em spend a night with you, watching you getting fucked by three of em on ur bed at the corner of the room.

beomgyu who'd take your mouth, letting out a low groan whenever your warm tongue ran across the underside of his cock, feeling how veiny and thick his girth was as his tip hit the back side of your throat.

yeonjun and soobin who were curious about just how much can they stretch you out, eyes shining with mischief once yeonjun fill you up, looking over your shoulder to give soobin a sign to join him, making you creaming over their lengths almost instantly before yeonjun gives you to soobin, tip bullying your cervix incessantly before telling beomgyu that it was his turn to fill your womb up now.

#yijin — hard hour #yijin — dark contents #txt smut #yeonjun smut #beomgyu smut #soobin smut #tw.foursome #tw.double vaginal #tw.voyeurism #tw.exhibitionism

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filthweb · 1 year

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Loser bf!hanma fucking you in front of his friends because that's the only way he can threaten everyone else to see they can't have what's his.

#hanma smut #tw.voyeurism

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hxneybimbo · 2 years

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could we maybe get something on eddie inviting steve in after steve walked on eddie fucking her brains out??? (and eddie casually mentions “steve here likes to watch doesn’t he”) tbh cant stop fucking thinking about that smut LOL fml

eddie munsion x reader & steve harrington x reader

WARNING: voyeurism, male masturbation, fingering, squirting

Steve really shouldn’t be here. Him being here literally proves Eddie “The Freak” Munson’s theory right: he’s a degenerate fucking pervert who gets off to watching the girl of his dreams getting her brains fucked out. He should feel at least a little bit of shame; but, he doesn’t. All he feels is desperate to catch you both in the act; find you with your legs spread and moaning like the little slut you are while getting completely wrecked by Eddie.

(He didn’t know whether to thank or deck Eddie in the face for coming into Family Video during his shift to extend an invitation. Instead, he gave him an unamused look and told him to fuck off.

“Don’t be such sourpuss, Harrington. Totally get it though, I’d be pretty fuckin’ pissed if I had to deal with blue balls.” Eddie grinned smugly, holding his hands up immediately at Steve’s glare. “I’m kidding, chill dude! But seriously be there, Harrington! You’re in for a real fucking treat, promise.”)

God, does he feel like some pathetic, loser virgin every time he thinks about your pretty cunt being pounded into relentlessly; puffy lips swollen and bruised by Eddie’s balls smack against them. It’s been a real pain in his ass, fisting his cock every night in his room and in his car on every single break of his.

So sue him for accepting Eddie’s invitation and going to his trailer like he was told. His cock is already hard and straining against his jeans after thinking about the treat Eddie’s had planned for him. Was he going to fuck you raw again until your pussy was painted white? Or maybe he’ll get to see you with your legs spread out, cunt on full display with Eddie’s fingers pistoning in and out of you for an hour or two straight?

Like always, the front door of Eddie’s trailer is open, practically demanding him to walk in. He slips inside the house and walks towards the familiar hallway that leads to Eddie’s room. This time there’s no music, just complete and utter silence. He gingerly pauses half way down the hall when he hears your cute whimpers and he takes a deep breath. He definitely can’t do this. He’s fucking sick in the head or something. What kind of person gets off to watching people fuck? Steve most definitely doesn’t.

No, nope, not at all. He’s a normal guy with normal fucking kinks. The regular kind.

“Don’t be a fucking coward, Steve.” He muttered to himself. “Just walk in there and watch and maybe we won’t get turned on. Maybe it was just a fucking fluke.”

He anxiously brushed his hand through his hair and sighed, feet moving forward to stop in front of Eddie’s bedroom door. He turns the doorknob and he sucks in his breath as he opens the door. He stays still in his spot as he finds you with your legs spread and Eddie’s ring clad fingers sunk inside of your pretty cunny, pistoning in and out of you. The squelching sounds of your soaking pussy mixed with your sweet whimpers go straight to Steve’s cock, twitching and hardening underneath his jeans.

He awkwardly stands there with a hard on. He doesn’t know if he should make his presence known, interrupt the both of you. He thinks it’d be cruel to interrupt both of you when he can tell you’re so close to cumming all over Eddie’s fingers. The way your back arches off of your boyfriend’s lap and your moans start to get louder and more high pitched. He tenses when the dark haired stoner makes quick eye contact with him, smirking lightly before he gives you his full attention. Eddie will always prioritize his princess and he’s gonna make sure you at least got your fourth orgasm that he promised you.

Your thighs tremble along with your body as Eddie fucks your pretty little cunny so well, hitting that sweet spot that always has you squealing out Eddie’s name and spasming. You don’t notice Steve at all, not when your eyes are clenched and your too focused on begging Eddie to stop because it’s too much for your sensitive pussy. You’re gripping his wrist with your hand and trying to clamp your thighs down his hand, whining softly.

“S’too much, Daddy! N-No more!” You sob loudly, a little shriek escaping you when Eddie’s thumb starts to caress your swollen clit. He gives your cunt a harsh smack as a warning, ignoring your whimpers and protests.

“Shut the fuck up and take it you ungrateful, little slut,” Eddie hissed against your ear, fingers curling inside of the tight gummy walls of your pussy. “You were the one beggin’ me to play with your pussy, so fuckin’ take it.”

Honestly, Steve didn’t expect Eddie to be a mean dom or have a daddy kink. Nor did he expect you, Miss. “I’m a good girl who is too innocent for this fucking world”, to be so depraved. To be such a little fucking slut as Eddie likes to call you. God, what he would to shove his cock down your throat. He pulls down his zipper and jeans silently, wrapping his hand around his thick cock and he groans quietly. He doesn’t want to make any loud noises that will interrupt this fucking art so he silently begins fisting and grinding into his hand, watching how Eddie fingers you.

Eddie’s ruthless with the way his fingers hit your most sensitive area inside of you. It doesn’t help with the fact that he’s thumbing your sensitive, raw clit. And god, do you take it. Your brain turns to mush as drool seeps out of your mouth, flood of tears trailing down yours as your fourth orgasm of tonight crashes over you hard. All you muster up is a silent scream, your body spasming and clamping your thighs down on Eddie’s hand as your pussy gushes all over his sheets.

“Fuck,” Both Steve and Eddie muttered as they watched your pretty pussy gush and squirt all over the already stained bed. It doesn’t take long for Steve to cum into his own hand, grunting quite loudly as he paints his palm white. You slump against Eddie’s chest and pant softly, opening your eyes to find Steve with his hand wrapped around his cock. You let out a quiet squeak and you immediately sit up, pushing your shirt down to cover your tits and pussy.

“Steve?!”

Eddie threw his head back and let out a loud, boisterous laugh, startling you. You look up at him with your lips jutted into a small pout and eyebrows furrowed into confusion. Eddie takes a peek at you before turning his head up to stare at Steve; the smile on his face breaking into a wide, amused grin.

“Steve here likes to watch, Princess.” Eddie leans forward to whisper those words against your ear. “Like a sick fuckin’ perv.”

You turn to look at Steve with wide, innocent eyes and back at Eddie. “Like a perv?”

“Total fuckin perv.” Eddie nods with a light chuckle, nearly cooing at your confused yet so adorable expression. He forgets how dumb you get after he gives you an orgasm. A little bit of his cock gets you a bit stupid too.

Steve scowls at Eddie, “I’m not a fucking pervert! It’s just a fucking… very different kink that I happen to be into.”

Eddie shoots his arms up in mock surrender, “Hey, whatever weird kinks you’re into isn’t any of my business but I’m just saying– Jacking off to watching my girl get fingered? Pervert type shit.”

You don’t know what to say except awkwardly sit there. You’re a little ashamed and embarrassed that Steve watched the whole entire thing—that you were clueless to his presence the entire time. But knowing that he was jacking off to you being fucked by your boyfriend, slightly turned you. You eye the white liquid that’s seeping out of his palm and your thighs clench together, your pussy fluttering.

Eddie caresses your hip and you shiver when the cool metal of his rings touch your skin. Your boyfriend trails kisses down your neck and nips your ear, “Don’t think I don’t know you’re turned on by having an audience, Princess. He can watch all he wants but he can’t touch. You’re mine, got that? That means this pussy is mine too.”

You gulp and nod, eyeing Steve and blushing when he eyes you up. It doesn’t help with the fact that his cock is still very hard and so, so thick that you can’t help but want to wrap your pretty lips around and worship it. But compared to Eddie’s? Your boyfriend’s cock was pretty, so so pretty that you’re obsessed with it.

“Let’s give him a show, princess. Gonna show him how to fuck a goddess like you.” Eddie grins.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #stranger things smut #tw.squirting #tw.fingering #tw.voyeurism #asks #my asks

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hufflepuffsandghosts · 9 months

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#tw.intoxication – drug or alcohol use

#tw.darkcontent – dark content in general (e.g. psychopathic behaviour)

#tw.coercion – use of coercion or manipulation by a character.

#tw.toxicity – toxic behaviour

#tw.blood – blood or general gore

#tw.death – topics discussing death or death of a character

#tw.mentalhealth – topics that deal with mental health (e.g. depression, anxiety, or other disorders)

#tw.trauma – trauma, abuse

#tw.violence

#tw.bullying

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#tw.degradation – degradation kink

#tw.cheating

#tw.impactplay – slapping, biting, scratching, etc.

#tw.breathplay – choking, suffocation, etc.

#tw.edging

#tw.overstim

#tw.knife – knife play

#tw.breeding

#tw.voyeurism

#tw.corruption – corruption kink or virginity kink

#tw.size – size kink

#tw.bondage – restraint play, shibari, etc.

#ghost.nav

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mulberrysilk · 2 years

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Room 505

Gojo x Reader, Geto x Reader , Nanami x Reader

summary : Geto and Gojo were the strongest sorcerers to date in Jujutsu Tech College, you looked up to them and wanted to be just as strong as they were. Lucky for you they were so happy and willing to help you. Under their tutelage you bloomed, but Nanami finds your relationship with them suspicious. A three day mission to exorcise a cursed spirit at a resort, reveals more than Nanami expected.

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cw : dubcon/noncon , f!reader, Virgin!Nanami , threesome , unprotected sex, coercion, voyeurism, characters are of age ( setting is that Nanami and reader are 19 while Gojo and Geto are 20 in college ) , Gojo and Geto abusing their senpai status , slight degradation, creampie, manipulation, reader calls Geto and Gojo senpai, Nanami catches them and watches, implied squirting, face fucking, slight dumbification

wc: 6.4K

a/n: yes it’s been awhile and I come back with a threesome fic. Thank u for waiting if u waited afsgsjjd thank u for your patience. Hope this doesn’t disappoint huhu just ugh I’m down bad for these three. I suck at writing summaries. Gg. Anywhooo enjoyyyvand don’t forget to reblog and if you like scream and fangirl in my inbox or the comments Huhuhu also will proofread more afshsj don’t mind the errors

M I N O R S D O N O T I N T E R A C T

“Why don’t you go get us checked in?”

You were gently nudged to the front desk of the little holiday hotel, not objecting to the powerful jujutsu sorcerer and your senpai by a year in Jujutsu Tech College.

“We’ll look around and see if anything is suspicious, kay?” A soothing voice sounded from your left, the white haired male’s best friend patting your head as the two walked off together to check for any signs of the curse assigned to the team. The team being your two seniors, Geto and Gojo, and you and Nanami.

The blond lingered behind you, hands deep in his pockets and eying the lobby with his slanted eyes, paying you no mind as you checked in for them.

Nanami was usually paired with his best friend Yu on missions, and he wasn’t really enthusiastic about being given any as well. With Nanami, you could relax a little, his presence was soothing to you despite how quiet he appeared on the outside but really, once you strike a conversation that piques his interest he is very sociable.

“Nanamin,” you called out sweetly as you skipped to where he was, watching the people that passed by in the hotel’s lobby.

The moment your voice reached his ears, Nanami felt his ears burn and he met your eyes for a second only to keep his gaze away, opting to look at the beach a few metres out of the hotel.

“We should go check into the rooms,” you spoke, hands behind your back and playing with the hotel keys. “I tried to get three rooms since I knew you wouldn’t want to bunk with Gojo senpai but there were only two rooms left.”

“I can manage,” he reassured you, opening his palm for you to place the room key he was to share with the rest. He’ll probably hold onto it too, if Gojo gets it there’s a 98 percent chance he’d lose it and make you get a new one.

You placed the key on his open palm, his heart skipping a beat when your fingers brushed his skin and smiled at him.

He walked three steps behind you, admiring you a little as you walked ahead and waited for the elevator. The four of you hadn’t come here wearing your uniforms to blend in with the people, you had worn something Gojo had shoved into your hands and pushed you into the women’s restroom in the airport. The white summer dress hugged your torso snuggly, accentuating your curves and the skirt flowed daintily and loose around your waist to your calves. Simple and elegant.

The bell boy followed behind the two of you with Gojo, Geto, his and your bags. The young man eyed you up and down before glancing at Nanami, probably wondering about the nature of your relationship with him.

“Couple getaway?” He asked innocently.

“Huh?” You blinked at the question, your realisation settling in a little late, heat creeping up to your cheeks as you stumbled over your words.

Before the doors of the elevators closed, a foot stopped it from closing, making the doors open again.

“Darling, sorry I took so long,” Gojo’s voice sounded, round dark sunglasses set low on his nose bridge, walking in with Geto right behind him.

Gojo wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you to his side and giving the blushing bellboy a wink.

You didn’t say anything, looking down at your feet instead, your face too hot and sweat collecting in your palms. You could feel Geto’s gentle yet piercing gaze on you, watching in amusement as the much taller male dwarfed you, pretending to be your lover.

Nanami looked away in annoyance, worry blooming deep within his chest as he thought about whether Gojo was making you uncomfortable or not. He was always far too close to his liking, crossing boundaries that you found hard to say no to. Geto usually gets his friend under control but sometimes joins in on the teasing as well.

You couldn’t say no. Not with how you idolised them. Looked up to them and took every praise, guidance and word of advice from them like gospel. It was merely because you believed them to be good people, like Yu, you chose to see and believe the good in people.

Nanami was relieved that Geto would never cross the line nor take advantage of you. He would keep Gojo in check.

“You tell me if our room isn’t to your liking, Hm?” Nanami overheard Gojo , who followed you into your room, still playing the role of boyfriend to fool the bellboy till he left.

“I-it’s fine,” you muttered softly, heart racing to be so close to the Gojo Satoru.

You’ve gotten so close with the two when they offered to tutor you and teach you everything they know, to help you control your cursed energy.

“Don’t worry about Satoru, Nanami. He’s just teasing as usual,” Geto brushed off, taking the middle bed out of the three in the room. He laid down on the bed, hands behind his head and closed his eyes.

“Were there any signs of the curse?” Your small voice broke the silence, Gojo strutting into the room and heading straight to the minibar.

“Not yet. Most of the cases happened after the sun had completely gone down. So we have to wait a bit,” Geto informed the team, Nanami absorbing the information to make sure he’d be able to protect you.

“How dangerous is it?” Your brows knitted together with worry, sitting on the edge of Nanami’s bed.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” Gojo grinned with confidence, opening a can of soda. “Besides, you're the strongest right here.”

Nanami let out a deep annoyed sigh while Geto rolled his eyes.

“You won’t even need to lift a finger,” Gojo winked at you, sipping his drink, smirking at how you flushed and stared down at your folded hands on your lap. Oh, how your reactions made Gojo giddy.

“Do not underestimate her, Gojo,” Nanami crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m not,” Gojo pouted, sitting in his bed that looked out the balcony and the beach.

Before Gojo could say anything to aggravate Nanami, Geto sat up, offering you a warm charming smile.

“How about you and I go take a walk on the beach? I heard some kids talking about the shaved ice treats there. We still have time to kill anyway.”

Your lashes fluttered, tempted by the sweet treat mentioned. Like a child easily swayed, you nodded excitedly, the white bow tied in your hair bouncing as you nodded.

And just like that you and Geto were off to take a walk on the beach, Gojo pouting when he watched the two of you from the balcony, the gentle summer breeze blowing through your hair as Geto’s hand rested on the small of your back, while you laughed at something he said.

Nanami always had suspicions that Gojo would’ve taken advantage of you when you had asked him to be your mentor but it seemed that Geto has always kept Gojo in check, never letting him be any closer than he was now.

He’d be able to rest easy after the curse was disposed of.

But for now, he watched you laugh and smile with another man who might just be carving his way into your gentle heart that he wanted a place in.

The dead of night came too quickly and the curse was disposed of so easily. Nanami was already tucked in his bed, sighing at another day of fighting curses, wanting sleep to take him so that he wakes to a new day. He wanted to fall asleep before Gojo and Geto got back from partying in the beach bar, to avoid the drunken banter the two would have. He could hear the party faintly from the beach but it wasn’t that troublesome to affect his sleep.

He should check on you though. You didn’t go with them, wanting to stay in your room and take some time off to yourself since it was rare for all of you to be able to just lay back and enjoy life like normal people.

Nanami sat up. He’ll just knock and see if you’re awake, and then he’ll go back to bed. If anything sounds wrong he’ll come in with the spare key Gojo asked for safety reasons.

Pushing his hair back, he slipped out of bed, eyes already adjusted to the dark and made his way to the door.

“I-I still don’t know how this is supplemental to our tutoring” you murmured, crossing your arms over your naked chest, pulling your knees closer to yourself as he stared.

“Well since I offered to be your mentor, I need to get to know the way your body reacts,” he explained so believably you fell for it. He only wanted what’s best for you right? “Plus, it’s fun for me and Suguru. And from all the previous times, you had fun too. Remember?” He flashed you a smile, crawling closer towards you on the bed, his long lanky frame taking up most of the space.

“Come on, don’t hide yourself,” Gojo pouted, sapphire eyes glowing.

You glanced at Geto who sat on the edge of the bed, a cigarette between his lips and gave you a look of ‘Don’t worry too much.’ Hesitating, you slowly let your arms fall to yours sides, fingers curling to grip the sheets, heart pounding in your chest.

“Ah, I missed your tits,” Gojo sighed happily, mouth watering at the sight of your uncovered mounds, nipples hardening from the cold air.

Without a warning his fingers tweaked at your nipple, a shaky breath left you, trying to remain calm and collected. But he pinched and rolled them in a way that sent warmth to your core.

“Senpai…”. Your lips trembled, his face close to your chest, ogling your tits. “N-not too hars—ah!”

The way senpai fell so sweetly from your lips made Gojo shiver and take one of your breasts into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your hardened peak and sucking roughly. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders, a weak attempt to keep him away but his other hand was quick to cup and massage your other breast.

“Plus this is a way for you to give us something in return. A little exchange for helping you become a better sorcerer,” Geto mused, white smoke wafting through the air, the smell of tobacco mixing with the fresh scent of cotton.

“You learnt something of value today when I exorcised that curse today right?” Gojo asked, his face now close to yours, your breasts where his mouth had been now glistening with his saliva. He continued to tweak and massage your breasts with his large hands, squeezing just the right amount.

You nodded, biting your lip, your thighs visibly shaking and your breathing uneven. He burrowed his nose in the crook of your neck, licking along the column and pinching your nipples a little harder. You whimpered.

“I-I did.”

“And what do we say when we teach you something new?” Geto drawled with a lilt in his voice, scanning the curvatures of your body and how it was now arching into Gojo’s touch, who was now nipping and kissing along your neck and collarbones, leaving marks.

“T-thank you,” you squeaked out, heat collecting in your core.

This was the only way you could repay them, they said. The only fair way. You didn’t expect that you’d be losing your virginity a couple months back to Gojo and Geto, your body being the thing you paid your gratitude with.But then again, how was this supposed to be supplemental to becoming stronger?

One of Gojo’s hands left your breasts, it trailed downwards, caressing your stomach before tracing the band of your panties.

“Have you touched yourself without me knowing?” He suddenly asked, the question catching you off guard. You tried to squirm away, only to be stopped by the pillows against the headboard. “It’s okay if you did, as long as you were thinking of me.” He winked seductively, fingers skimming your covered pussy.

You shook your head, a trimmed white brow raising with surprise.

“Oh? So you must be extra sensitive then,” he chuckled, pressing onto your clit, making you squeeze his shoulders. He sighed against your neck, rubbing your pussy through the dampening cloth of your panties while Geto watched from the side, still smoking but enjoying the view nonetheless. He’d get his turn.

“You looked so cute in the dress I picked up for you,” Gojo hummed, feeling the throb of your pussy against his fingers that were slowly starting to get wet with your growing arousal. “I bet Nanami thought so too.”

The mention of Nanami had you looking down almost in defeat, embarrassed even. Did Nanami find you cute? He couldn’t. After he finds out what you’d been letting Geto and Gojo do with you…he might ignore you purely out of disgust. You didn’t want that. Your panic manifested into tears, your eyes watery as you wanted it all to stop.

“D-don’t want to do this,” you murmured softly, turning to your side, covering your chest with your arms again and folding your legs into your chest. “It feels wrong.”

You heard Gojo huff in disappointment. His playtime cut short.

But Geto had it all in control.

“What does?” He laid down behind you, pressing close to you, his hand caressing the side of your arm to soothe you.

“This.” Your voice trembled, embarrassed to say your reasons but the tears in your eyes begged to flow freely and soon enough you blurted out, “I always thought I’d be doing things like this with someone…someone I love.”

Your eyes widened when you realised what you had just said, gauging their expressions with panic.

“Love?”

“Don’t tell me…” Gojo’s smirk widened and you covered your face, closing the gaps of your fingers tightly not wanting to see a glimpse of their expressions. It was embarrassing enough as it is to be naked and vulnerable to them but that…

Cold fingertips caressed your thighs and the next thing you knew, you were flipped onto your back with thighs pressed to your chest. Your panty clad pussy exposed to bright sapphire eyes.

“You’re in love with Nanami?” He teased, pink tongue darting out to lick along your slit, the cloth dampening even further as you squirmed in his grasp.

“S-stop,” you tried to push him away but warm strong hands wrapped around your wrists, restraining you so that his best friend could have his way.

“Would you rather Nanami be the one doing all these things to you hm?” Geto rasped in your ear while Gojo pushed the crotch of your panties aside to kiss your clit, your body jolting at the sensation.

“Ah, s-senpai, please st-ah!” His lips latched onto your sensitive nub, tongue flicking furiously against it, electric shocks shooting through your core while a finger prodded at your clenching entrance. “Not there, please don’t.”

“You sure? You’re getting turned on though ,” Gojo quipped, his statement backed up when he dipped two fingers in your clenching hole. “And so wet.“

The moment his digits were hugged by your walls, he didn’t waste time in curling them, fingers that reached deeper than your own would. The lewd squelching sound of him stuffing your cunt filled the room as well as your breathy gasps, all words caught in your throat and all reason melting away.

“S-stop,” you whined, clenching around his fingers that were rubbing your walls so deliciously.

“What’s wrong?” Geto pouted, faux pity in his tone as he settled himself behind you, placing you on his lap spreading your further for Satoru. He pinned both wrists behind your back with one hand, softly humming when your ass rubbed against his stiffening cock. “You were so eager to please us before. You don’t want to disappoint us do you?”

“Ah—n-no,” you admitted, the obscene slurping sounds of Gojo playing with you with his mouth and tongue, starting to feel good. Too good. “But please don’t tell Nanami…d-don’t tell him. Please.” You begged, Gojo’s tongue pushing past your entrance and tasting your insides, the bridge of his nose grinding against your clit.

“He won’t ever know, Princess,” Geto cooed, grabbing your right breast roughly, tweaking your nipple between his fingers. “It’s always been and still will be our little secret.”

The wet appendage bullying its way within your walls, wriggled inside you in an unexplainable way. You couldn’t believe that the Gojo Satoru was between your thighs , licking and slurping away at your cunt as if it was something sweet that he’s craved for so long. It felt dirty for him to be so utterly close to your intimate area and that the same lips and tongue that would kiss you were doing the same down there.

But it felt so good. Every time the bridge of his nose ground against your clit when he slurped and fucked you with his tongue had the heat in your belly grow and spark into flames. Your hips would jut and wriggle, the sensations being too much and not enough at the same time. And it didn’t help that Suguru was kneading and massaging your breast, tweaking your nipples now and then.

“Fuck,” Gojo groaned against your heat. “Missed this sweet pussy.” Then he continued his assault, bringing you closer to the edge.

You whimpered out his name a couple of times, mumbling that it was too much, to slow down but it fell on deaf ears, resulting in the uncontrollable shake of your body as you came.

“You taste so good,” he hummed, holding your hips down and lapping your juices that spilled forth, wetting your pussy even more.

“It’s my turn now, Satoru,” Geto spoke calmly from behind you, running his hands along your sides.

Next thing you knew, Geto’s lips were on yours, sweetly kissing you with such care and passion, no time given to you to gather yourself nor process everything. You’d be lying if the way he handled you didn’t make your heart flutter. His large hands roamed the expanse of your body, caressing beneath your breasts before squeezing them and guiding you on all fours.

The cold air brushed against the exposed slick folds of your pussy, your trembling impossible to control you could only grip the sheets and stare at the way they crumpled, the ache within you burning.

With his thumb, he spread your lips apart, whistling at the sight of your pulsing pink hole before rubbing the tip of his cock along your folds. “Why don’t we try something new this time around, hm?” The mischievous lilt in his voice made you heat up further, clenching around nothing.

“You can take Satoru in your pretty mouth while I fuck you dumb from behind. How does that sound to you sweetheart?” He cooed, his flush tip circling around your clit making you moan. You couldn’t take the teasing. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want this, didn’t want to repeat over and over the secret meetings you three would have. You’ve always looked up to Geto and Gojo, admired them, loved them. But the love you had for Nanami was different. The way he made your heart flutter and warm was different from the searing hot heat that Geto and Gojo provided.

“Geto-senpai …” you had whispered, gripping the sheets, melting bit by bit by his hot cock prodding at your entrance, your walls begging to be stretched, to be filled. “N-need you inside. P-please. I promise to be good.” You panted, the greed within you blinding logic.

“Sweet Angel,”Geto sighed, his grips on your hips tightening as he popped the head of his cock inside of you, a moan of relief leaving your lips. “You’ve always been good for us.”

“Too good,” Gojo added, tilting your head up with his thumb, his usually bright electric blue eyes a dark glowing blue. His thumb swiped your lip while Geto slowly inched his way inside of you, stretching your walls deliciously. You couldn’t fight back the moan that left you as you stared at Gojo’s expressions.

“Best fucking pussy,” Geto groaned from behind, sinking to the hilt, the fullness driving you crazy, your walls and clit tingling from it all.

Gojo swiped your lips once more, this time with the tip of his cock, the slit leaking beads of precum that in your lustful daze, made you lick the pink head to taste him. Gojo swore and threw his head back, letting you swirl your tongue around his tip before you let him slip past your lips.

You moaned around his cock when you felt Geto draw back, only to thrust back in languidly before building up the pace. One that was too fast it had you squeezing him tight, where his cock was brushing against your sweet spot inside you, one that Gojo began to match as he held you by the hair and was fucking into your mouth, then deep in your throat.

“Shit, keep fucking her like that, her throat gets tight when you hit her sweet spot,” Gojo moaned, staring at your pretty bleary eyes, darkened with lust, looking up at him so cutely as you gagged and drooled around his cock. Fuck, you were gonna make him cum so fast if you kept looking at him like that.

“Such a good girl aren’t you?” Geto grunted, driving his hips til it slapped with your ass over and over, his eyes catching glimpses of the creamy ring of white forming at the base of his cock. “You’re so hot baby.” He groaned, fucking your harder you screamed around Gojo’s cock.

They felt so good. It was euphoric. All you could think about was how good they were making you feel, how hot and heavy their cocks were inside you, and how their praises fell so sweetly from their lips.

In the darkness of the small hall by the door, dark eyes watched silently. They watched the way the two men dwarfed your frame, how Geto’s fast thrusts made your breasts bounce til your arousal was leaking down and glistening on your inner thighs, and how Gojo’s balls slammed against your chin as he fucked your pretty face, drool dripping down your chin.

His breath was caught in his throat and he was desperately trying to deny the heat that began to bloom within him at the sight of you getting fucked. Trying to control the hardening of his own cock in his boxers. He was supposed to be filled with fury and thoughts to reprimand his seniors for abusing their power over you but instead he was wondering about how warm your mouth was and how hot and tight your walls would be.

This was wrong, he told himself silently, his eyes on you the entire time. And the sight before him, his two seniors fucking you at the same time was something he didn’t expect to walk in on, he was hoping to see you in your bed, fast asleep. Not on all fours taking two cocks as if you were in heat.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” Gojo groaned, hips stilling in one final thrust, his hand tangled in your hair pressing you further down til your nose was pressed on his pelvic bone. You unintentionally clenched your walls as you felt his hot cum spill down your throat, taking all he was giving you. “Good girl.” Gojo praised, grinning as he pulled out, hints of his cum still present on your pink tongue.

Arms trembling, your upper body fell onto the bed, Geto’s grasp on your hips kept your ass up, your body jolting forward from each hard and deep thrust. Your fingers curled against the sheets, moaning at the way his balls slapped against your clit, his name falling in soft chants.

“C-cum…ah—,” you panted against the sheets, broad furrowing as you were getting closer to the edge. “Make me cum, s-so close. Feel so good. I—ah. Please. Please. Please.”

Geto swore at the small pleads, one hand snaking around your waist as he pressed his torso against your back, his hot breath against your ear as his fingers found your clit.

“Fuck, you’re getting so tight around me baby,” Geto moaned in your ear, the silkiness in his voice made you clench around him. “Pretty girl likes to get praised doesn’t she?” He teased, rubbing your sensitive pearl, your moans getting louder and higher, the steady pounding of his cock into your cunt and the pressure on your clit hurling you to the edge.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Geto burrowed his face in the crook of your neck, hips increasing in pace. “Take my cum, baby. Fuck.”

“N-no, not inside,” you gasped, the pressure on your clit making your eyes roll back, your protests ceasing almost immediately as your orgasm hits you.

Geto’s hips stuttered as the pressure at the base of his spine released, pulling out and pumping himself till he came all over your back. The hot spurts painted your skin white and he squeezes your ass in appreciation. you were lucky Gojo wasn’t fucking you then, he would’ve cum inside you and Geto wasn’t that cruel, he still cared for you in more ways than one.

Your head was spinning, the tingling sensation that exploded from your core washed over you like waves. The warmth that painted your stomach heated your skin and with heavy lidded eyes you glanced down to see the mess of his cum, panting as you tried to catch your breath.

“My turn!” Gojo chirped like a boy waiting for his turn at a toy. His large hand grabbed your ankle pulling you to the foot of the bed to carry you, back pressed against his chest and his arms hooked beneath your knees, his tip rubbing on your clit making you whine.

“S-senpai , wait,” you breathlessly spoke up, slumped against him, his strong arms supporting your weight. “I just c-ca—ah!”

His cock easily slipped inside you, splitting your walls apart again so quickly after your orgasm, you squeezed him tight. From where Nanami stood, he could see your pussy so clearly in the dim lighting. It glistened with slick and your cute lips were parted to accommodate Gojo’s lengthy cock, the sight made him even harder.

“How does it feel, Princess?” Gojo rasped in your ear, feeling your slick coat his length and drip down his balls.

“G-good. Feels good,” you admitted shamelessly, thighs shaking as he began to thrust up into you. “S’too much, Gojo.”

“Mhm? Make up your mind, baby,” he groaned, eyes closing at the sweet sensation of your soft walls hugging him. “You’re so fucking wet.” He pistons into you, your whines and moans filling the room once more. “I bet Nanami would love to fuck this pretty pussy too.”

A lump formed in the blonds throat, still stood in the shadows of the hall, the room door behind him closed. Why was his name brought up? Did Gojo know he was here? He should’ve known better. He should turn away now before he gets caught and makes you uncomfortable. It was already bad that he had stood there and watched you get fucked by his seniors, and enjoyed hearing your sweet sinful moans.

“You want that don’t you, Princess?” Gojo pressed on, his pace unrelenting, desperate to finish inside you. “Want Nanami to fuck you just as I do and fill your precious womb with cum.”

Nanami’s fingers barely touched the steel knob, pausing on his way out , his curiosity getting the better of him.

You could only whine in response, core clenching tight, the sensation of Gojo’s cock scraping your walls and brushing your g-spot, bringing you closer to the edge once more. They made you feel so good, it always felt like a dream.

“You little slut,” Gojo chuckled deeply, feeling your walls clamp around him. “Of course you want that. Why don’t you put on a show for him then, hm? Look.”

Panic surged throughout your body, eyes forcing itself to focus on the surroundings of the room, making out the unmistakable silhouette in the dimmed entryway. Your hands immediately covered your face in embarrassment, body growing hotter and hotter.

He was here. Nanami was seeing you like this.

“N-no,” you whimpered when your back met the bed, exposing your front to Nanami’s dark eyes. How much did he see? How did he get in? What was he thinking? A soft pressure on your throbbing pearl had you crying out. Why did it feel so good even when he was here? Why isn’t he looking away?

“Fuck, I’m cumming. Fuck,” Gojo hissed over and over, bliss seeping through his features and his grip on your hips tightening. “Watch Nanami, see how good she takes it.”

As everything Gojo appeared to be, even his moans, the one he makes especially when he finished, were pretty. He stilled inside you, cock pulsing as he shivered at the rippling pleasure up and down his spine. Warm heat flooded your insides, the sensation of his seed pouring into your womb making you softly moan in bliss, mind disregarding the idea that he actually came inside you. You were against it. You were. But it felt so good. The seeping warmth, the heat of his pearly white skin against yours and his breath fanning your neck as he caught his breath. It was all too good.

“N-na…,” you drawled softly, trying to form the syllables of the blonds name who stood by. Your eyes scanned him over, blinking away the drowsiness that came with the high. His face was flushed pink, lips slightly parted and as your eyes trailed lower, you could see the prominent bulge in his dark navy plaid pyjamas.

Did he want you too?

“Fuck,” Gojo hissed, pulling away, cock slipping out of you and bright blue eyes observing the white the seeped out your abused hole. “Shit, that’s hot.” He grinned proudly, getting a good look. “Suguru, look. This is what you’re missing out on.”

The raven haired stole a glance, admiring the creampie that Satoru just gave you.

“There’s always next time,” Geto reminded him, a smirk working it’s way up his lips as he tilted his head still crying your pink heat. He’ll definitely get his turn. But first…

“You know she can help you with that,” Geto’s voice pierced through Nanami’s trance, who almost drooled at what he just saw.

“W-what?” He cleared his throat, fists clenched on his sides, telling himself to resist.

“That.” Geto tilted his head, gesturing to the blonds hard on.

“I-I’m fi—,”

“Kento…”

‘No. Don’t say my name that way’ , his teeth ground against each other. The call of his name forcing his eyes that had been on the ceiling to you. Gojo laid by your side, caressing your cheek and praising you, while you looked at him. Dainty fingers reached out to him, palm up, beckoning him to come closer.

“W-want you too,” you murmured softly, the shyness in your voice evident to his ears. The chosen words made him blush. This couldn’t be real.

And yet, he took a step forward. Then another…and another.

His body moved on its own before his mind could process what he was doing. He chanted the word ‘Resist’ over and over, even when Gojo placed his hands on his shoulders, making him sit on the edge of the bed, telling him that this was his chance.

Even when you had straddled his lap, your arms draped over his shoulders, your lips brushing his nose, your very being just so treacherously close, was breaking his resolve, tearing it down piece by piece so easily.

Nanami winced when your hand wrapped around his length, aligning it to your heat. There was little to no fight in him left, not when the woman he sought after, admired, fell in love with, was taking initiative in the way he could only dream of.

The way you moaned in his ear when his leaking head popped inside your cunt began in him an addiction he never thought he’d have. He wanted to hear those sounds from you again, he wanted to be the reason for your moans, for your pleasure.

“K-Kento,” you whimpered, sinking lower unto his length. “Ah—you’re inside.” You breathed out shakily, walls tightening around him, a soft grunt leaving Nanami at the sensation.

Slowly, despite your tired body, you rocked your hips up and down his length, the heat and the pressure drawing you into a trance, already lost at the feeling of Nanami filling you up.

“She feels great doesn’t she?” Gojo mused, watching you ride the usually stoic man before you.

Nanami could hear the grin on his senior’s face, no quick retort nor remark could leave him. Not with how your walls enveloped him so tightly. Instead his hands found purchase on your hips, guiding you along his cock. He could feel your arousal leaking from you, along his length and down his balls. It was so easy to thrust into you with the mess of your wetness and the previous man’s cum. It was all so dirty.

“A-ah—feel s’good,” you moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing his face to your chest, your body trembling with pleasure.

“Awe, look at our little Princess,” Gojo cooed, watching your cute lewd expressions. “She finally gets the man that she wanted.”

“She looks pretty when she’s fucking like that.” Geto chimed in, lighting a cigarette a he enjoyed the show before him.

“Oi, Nanaminnn. Isn’t this your first time?” The white haired man chortled from behind.

The blond ignored them both. Too lost with the heat of your body against his. Too lost with the squeeze of your velvety walls. Your moans, your gasps, the cute whines of his name on your lips. All of it. It was dizzying.

Gently, Nanami switched your positions. Your back pressed against the bed with him between your legs, and his string hands on either side of your head, pinning you below him as he thrusts into you again at his own pace. Fast and deep, giving you all he’s got.

You cried out at the new position, feeling another orgasm quickly building up in your very sensitive core. But the warmth that enveloped you this time was different. It was like the first morning rays of sun against your skin, comforting and sweet. It was because it was Nanami. As your body rocked from the power of his thrusts, you admired him above you. His blond hair was matte and no longer neatly swept back, bangs falling over his dark eyes, and a pink blush dusted his cheeks, and his lips were glossy and parted slightly as he grunted and panted above you.

Nanami wouldn’t be able to last long. Not with how you were looking at him.

“F-fuck,” he groaned under his breath, pressing his torso against yours and guiding your leg with one hand to wrap around his waist. He was close. And by the way your cunt was tightly sucking him in, you were close to.

“C-cum with me,” you breathed out, wrapping your arms around his neck, his cock drilling into you relentlessly, fat cockhead kissing your cervix with each thrust and brushing your g-spot. “F-fill me up, please. Want you to cum inside me.” You babbled, your words only spurring him on.

“Fuck, she’s so pretty when she begs like that. It’s getting me hard again.” Gojo groaned from the back.

Nanami reached between the two of you, fingers finding your swollen pearl and massaging it in a circular motion, your walls tightening even more around his length.

“Cum for me,” he rasped against your ear. The gruff, deep timbre of his voice made your whole body shiver and melt even further for him.

His thrusts quickened and his fingers continued to rub your clit, your nerve endings becoming more sensitive with each second. You could feel it. The tightening in your stomach, the build up of pressure in your lower belly. Your moans were leaving you without restraint at this point, feeling too utterly good from his cock, til the knot inside you snapped. You came all over him, your sweet release dripping down his muscular thighs and onto the bed, and in a couple of thrusts, his release soon followed, and you basked are the blissful expression on his face.

“I l-love you,” you murmured, against his neck, as he stilled on top of you, cock pumping out his seed into your womb. The warmth welcomed and even making you giggle. You were happy to be connected with Nanami like this. Your heart felt full.

He softly moaned against your ear, your confession making this messed up union, sweeter than it should have been. He could feel you milking his cock, walls pulsating against his length, taking what you could of his cum while the excess leaked out of your abused hole.

“Feels nice to cum inside her huh?” Gojo quipped from the back, cock hard again and hoping for another turn. “Shit, you made me wanna go agai—

“You’ve had your turn dipshit,” Geto grabbed his friend by the ear, dragging him towards the armchair in the corner of the room.

Nanami slowly parted from you, blushing at the sight of your pussy leaking with his cum. He didn’t know what to say. What could he possibly say?

“Are you okay?” He cleared his throat, lying beside you, letting you catch your breath.

You nodded with the sweetest smile on your face.

“You’d be surprised with how much she can take, Nanami,” Geto spoke, the bed dipping in your side as he settled beside you, turning you on your stomach. “The night is far from over. Plus,” he smirked, pushing your puffy lips apart just to get a good view of your cum filled pussy. “I haven’t come inside her yet, and you,” he helped you to your hands and knees, your face perfectly close to Nanami’s cock.

“You haven’t even gotten to try her mouth yet. As you can see….” he lined himself with your cunt, sheathing himself instantly to not let any cum go to waste, only to find your walls greeting him with a gentle squeeze. “She doesn’t disappoint.”

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three holes, two hands

banner source: Juunengo no Jinsei Soudan

pairings: miya atsumu x iwaizumi hajime x tendou satori x f!reader x ushijima wakatoshi x matsukawa issei (no m! x m! interactions, only f! x m! contact; she/her pronouns used, afab!reader)

warnings: 18+, minors DNI!; 6-some/gangbang (but everything is consensual); oral (both m! and f! giving and receiving); 69′ing; protected sex (wrap it up folks!); m! masturbation; handjobs; voyeurism; one instance of spanking; double penetration; ass play (f!receiving); anal (f!receiving); face fucking; bukkake; petname usage (princess, sweetheart, daddy, etc.); pls let me know if i missed anything because there is a lot going on in this fic!

word count: 7.2k

author’s note: i passed advanced ochem! yay! so here is the tendou 6-some fic, as promised. this is extremely self-indulgent so i included my favs. a special shoutout to @christeningsakusa for being my lovely beta! as always, i hope you enjoy, and likes and reblogs are much appreciated!

sequel: let them eat cake!!

Your husband always manages to ask the strangest questions at the most unexpected times.

“Babe, would you still date me if I were a worm?”

“Babe, would you rather have fingers as toes or toes as fingers?”

“Babe, babe, babe! If I made a clone of you, would you let me have a threesome with both of you?”

Usually you’d indulge his inquiries, no matter how nonsensical some of them may be, but one day, he asks you a question that’s unusually specific.

…

Tendou munches on his spicy tuna onigiri and covers his mouth with his right hand, mumbling in between chews.

“Babe, you have three holes and two hands. Which of my friends are taking which spots?”

You nearly choke on a grain of rice over his question. After coughing for a couple seconds, you regain your composure and reply, “Satori, what?”

He starts again, this time enunciating his words, as if you hadn’t heard him clearly the first time. “You have three holes and two hands, which–”

You cut him off before he could finish. “No, I heard you the first time. But why are you asking me this? And why did you have to ask me at the dinner table of all places?”

Your husband shrugs nonchalantly, as if he just asked you what movie you wanted to watch later and not some overly intrusive question. “Just curious! C’mon babe, indulge me this one time!” He stares at you with big eyes, almost as if he were a puppy begging for another treat.

“I’m not answering your question. I don’t want you to get hurt if you don’t like my answer,” you reply sternly.

“I wouldn’t have asked it if I was gonna get upset!” His bottom lip juts out into a pout. “Pleeease babe!” He whines, intertwining his fingers into a praying position as he pleads.

Tendou always knows how to coax an answer out of you— a pouty expression and a few whines is really all it takes. And so, you indulge your man-child of a husband.

“Fine,” you groan, rubbing your palm against your forehead. “Give me a few minutes to think.”

Tendou nods and continues eating his onigiri, happily chewing on the rice ball as you sit in silence across from him. You rack your brain, trying to remember all of his friends that you’ve met so far.

It’s no secret that your husband is handsome, and that he’s the sweetest, kindest, funniest, and most lovable man you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. But it’s also no secret that your handsome husband has friends who are just as hot as him. Having played volleyball for a powerhouse high school nearly a decade ago, he was deeply involved in a network of some of the best athletes in the nation at the time, some of them even growing up and advancing to the professional and Olympic levels. You think long and hard as you try to associate faces with names and vice versa, until you finally settle on your roster.

“Alright, I have my answer,” you announce, and Tendou tosses aside his onigiri wrapper to place his face into his palms, looking up at you through thick lashes with eager eyes. You stare at the ceiling instead, not wanting to meet his intense gaze. “So I guess my ideal 6-some would be you, Wakatoshi, Iwaizumi Hajime, Matsukawa Issei, and Miya Atsumu.”

Your eyes leave the ceiling and land on Tendou’s face– his lips curl upwards into a twisted grin, eyes as expectant as ever. There’s a moment when you two just sit there in silence, a stare-off ensuing, until he asks a question that adds to tension-saturated air.

“And do you have a rationale for this ideal 6-some lineup, my love?”

You groan and throw your head back in defeat, face contorting into a pained expression. “Satori,” you complain. “This is getting really embarrassing.”

He reaches out and grabs your hand from the tabletop, interlacing his slender fingers with yours. “Sweetheart, it’s not my intention to embarrass you or make you uncomfortable. But please, just feed my curiosity one more time?”

You sigh and look at your husband, who wears that same damn pouty expression that’s so good at getting things from you. There’s a pang in your heart as his lip huffs out even further– which you thought was humanly impossible until now– and you cave in yet again.

“Okay, okay,” You groan. “I’ll explain. But wipe that pitiful expression off your face; you’re starting to make me feel bad.”

He giggles and kicks his feet underneath the table like an excited schoolgirl as you begin your thorough analysis. “So, obviously you’d be in the lineup, but I’d also like ‘Toshi there as another source of comfort. Since, y’know, it wouldn’t be our first time inviting him to our bedroom activities.”

Tendou throws his head back in a fit of laughter. “We were some crazy kids in college, huh babe?”

You chuckle with your husband and continue on. “And then Iwaizumi and Matsukawa because I always thought they were really attractive– I actually had a crush on both of them when I went to Seijoh so many years ago. And also,” you lean forward on the table, cupping your hand around your mouth and whispering a long-kept secret to your husband, “I heard that they were uh– well-endowed. At least, those were the whispers going around the school at the time.”

Tendou leans back in his seat, a smile plastered on his lips and his cheeks flushed pink. “And finally, Miya Atsumu. I dunno, I just always thought he was hot? And if he fucks anything like those gossip Youtube channels say he does, then I think he’d be a fun addition.”

Tendou chuckles and shakes his head. “That man is a walking PR scandal.”

“Right?” You agree with your husband as you take the final bite of your salmon onigiri. After wiping your face with a napkin, you get up from your seat to toss your trash away, when suddenly, Tendou wraps his arms around your waist and reels you in for a hug, your back pulled flush against his chest. He buries his face into your neck for a few seconds, basking in your sweet scent.

“Thank you for playing along, babe,” he whispers dreamily into your skin. His breath is so warm against your nape that it begins to tickle. Sighing, you reach behind you and begin to play with his hair, soothing your fingers through the red fuzz of his buzzcut.

“Anything for you, my love. But please, can you refrain from asking me such sexual questions while we’re eating dinner?”

He giggles into your shoulder, soft vibrations rippling through your flesh, and you can’t help but laugh with him.

…

That conversation took place a month ago, and you really didn’t think much of it after that. In fact, you forgot all about it, chalking it up to ‘just another one of Satori’s playful antics.’ That is until one day, your husband texts you to put on his favorite lingerie set and be ready for him when he gets home; but when you open the door wearing nothing but a smirk on your mischievous face and said lingerie two-piece on your lotioned-up body, you’re met with your husband… plus four other tall, broad, and handsome figures looming behind him.

“Surprise, babe!” Tendou lifts both arms into the air triumphantly. “Do you like your anniversary gift?”

Your jaw drops; you’re absolutely mortified. Out of all the out of pocket shit your husband says and does, this surely takes the cake. You try your best to cover yourself, using your arms and hands to hide as much of your body that you possibly can, but it’s too late. They’ve already seen everything, literally– the sheer and thin red mesh does a shitty job of covering your peaked nipples and plush pussy lips.

Your brain is running 100 miles a minute as you try to figure out the right words to say to scold your husband. Pointing a shaky finger at the group of men in front of you, you stutter, “What are you– What are they– Ugh! Just come inside before someone in the street sees us!”

As all the men file inside the foyer of your house, you run to the bathroom to wrap yourself in a bathrobe. Walking back out, the group has taken seats on your leather couch while Tendou stands next to them; you lean your hip against the kitchen counter, fold your arms over your chest, and begin your word assault on your– potentially ex– husband.

“Tendou Satori,” you start slowly, smoke threatening to shoot out of your nostrils. From in front of you, you hear a snicker of “ooh, she used the government name; she must be pissed!” but you pay it no mind.

“I’m going to ask you one time and one time only– What is the meaning of this?”

He slowly walks over to you, his hands in front of him in an attempt to calm you down. The more he treats you like a cornered animal, the more infuriated you get. “Listen, sweetheart, do you remember that weird question I asked you about a month ago? The one about you having three holes and two hands?”

You exhale loudly as you pinch your nose bridge in frustration; your patience is wearing thin. “Vaguely, but yes.”

“Well,” Tendou starts, a smile threatening to erupt across his face. “I made your wish come true! I invited the whole squad here to please you and give you a, uh– a night of fun.”

Oh my god, is all you think when it finally clicks in your brain.

You turn to your audience, putting on a fake smile and clearing your throat to summon your hospitality voice. Your face runs hot with embarrassment as they stare at you, waiting for you to speak. “Can I get you anything, gentlemen? Water? Snacks? I’m so sorry for my idiot husband dragging you all the way out here and tricking you into thinking that there was something else going on. There’s no party or event, so you guys can just head out. There’s a hotel about a mile from here, and I sincerely apologize for the misunderstanding.”

The room is quiet as the four men look at each other, each stirring in their seats but none of them making any effort to get up. You eye each of them cautiously, but your gaze lands on Ushijima once he opens his mouth.

“Actually,” he starts, his low voice rumbling and echoing off your living room’s walls, “we all knew what we came here for.”

Your brows furrow in confusion as the men continue to make their case, but this time, it’s Iwaizumi who speaks. “Yeah,” He gets up from his seat and slowly makes his way over to you; the pitter-pattering of his bare feet against the marble tile contrasts the rapid beating of your heart. “We weren’t tricked into anything. We all came here on our own volition.”

Matsukawa follows him, approaching you with a hunger in his eyes that rivals his former teammate’s. “I always thought you were so pretty in high school, in fact I had the fattest crush on you, but I never thought that you’d give me a chance. So when Satori presented me with this wonderful opportunity, I jumped at it as quick as I could.” He leans in close, his soft lips gently brushing the shell of your ear, and whispers, “Dropped thousands of yen on my plane ticket here, even though you and your pussy are fucking priceless.”

You have to bite your bottom lip to stifle a pitiful whine from escaping your mouth. But the men don’t give you time to breathe, because right when Matsukawa steps back Atsumu swoops in and delicately lifts your chin.

“And I’m never one to say no to group sex,” his espresso irises flicker down to take a quick peek at your lips before meeting your gaze once more. “Especially with someone as breathtaking as you.”

Your heart pounds in your chest; it feels like the whole room is spinning, your overwhelmed mind working overtime to process what had just happened. You feel lightheaded, your knees threatening to give out on you, but when a slender hand grasps your wrist and spins you around, your vision stills again.

Tendou cups your cheeks with both of his large palms, the familiar warmth sending waves of comfort from your face and down your spine, all the way to your toes. He plants a soft kiss on your lips, the faint taste of chocolate lingering on his tongue.

“See, babe,” he coos as he runs the pad of his thumb over your wet bottom lip. “They all want to be here. They all want to watch my pretty little princess act like a stupid little slut for them.”

Your husband’s crude words send a shock down your spine; a tingle pulses through your core as your pussy clenches around nothing. He stares at you with lust-filled eyes, his beautiful scarlet irises assessing your every move– every quirk of your eyebrows, every quiver of your lips, every sharp inhale you take. He’s sizing you up, trying to guess your response.

The men continue to surround you and it feels suffocating, but their presence isn’t unwanted. True, having sex with a group of former and professional athletes is anybody’s wet dream, and true, they’ve all expressed how desperately they want you. But you just need to hear it again, one more time, before you make up your mind…

“So,” you ask, keeping your voice low for fear of it cracking and betraying you, “you all came out here– flew all the way out to Paris– to fuck me? At the same time?”

A chorus of nonchalant yeah’s breaks out in the room before it grows silent again. The tension in the air is thick as the men await your answer, every second feeling like hours passing, but your timid voice slices straight through it.

“The master bedroom is down the hallway, second door to your left.”

Tendou’s face contorts to a pleased yet devilish grin; he wastes no time lifting you off the ground, carrying you bridal style and running to your shared bedroom the same way he did 3 years ago on your wedding night.

He throws your body onto the springy mattress with a thud. After Tendou hastily removes the bathrobe that once covered your exposed body, the five other men stand behind him, all eyes trailing up and down every inch and curve of your scantily clad figure.

Your husband lifts your chin with his fingertips and presses a kiss to your forehead. He whispers to you, but loud enough so that the others in the room could hear as well, “Princess, tonight we follow your orders. Just say what you want and we’ll do it.”

You peer behind him and the other men are eagerly nodding their heads; some of their faces are flushed pink, while others, specifically Ushijima and Iwaizumi, have their hands in their jacket pockets in an attempt to hide the growing bulge in their sweatpants.

You look down at your body, and a heat floods to your face once you realize that you’re barely wearing anything, completely vulnerable to their wandering eyes, but everyone else remains fully clothed. So, you muster up all the courage that you can and deliver your first command.

“Take off your clothes. All of you.”

You hear a snicker and your eyes scan across the room to find its source. They’re met with Atsumu’s playful smirk, and he teasingly asks, “All of our clothes?”

You give the group one nod of your head, and the men get to work– jackets and t-shirts and sweatpants and boxers flying everywhere until all that’s left are 5 separate piles of clothes on the floor. Their cocks all stand upright against their abdomens; some with prominent veins that you know will feel so good massaging your gummy walls, while others with red, glistening tips that are already leaking so much precum despite being completely untouched. But one person’s dick in particular catches your eye– you thought it was impossible to have cock longer and girthier than Ushijima’s but seeing Matsukawa’s makes you reconsider your hasty conclusion. His tip reaches a few inches above his belly button, and his dick maintains the same thickness all throughout his shaft. He catches you staring at his crotch for a second too long, and he flashes you a cheeky grin, knowing exactly what you’re thinking.

You’re pulled out of your trance when a body sits next to you on the bed, the mattress dipping under the added weight. Tendou wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

“Why don’t we start by assigning who goes where, hm?” he suggests as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “You pick for us, my love. But,” he turns your face towards him, “I get to have your pretty little mouth,” he adds on, emphasizing the last three words with a tap to your pouty lips.

You face the men once more, analyzing what they’re packing down there. They’re all huge, so with any outcome it’ll be quite a stretch for you– it’s just a matter of figuring out who won’t completely rip you in two. After a few moments of silent contemplation, you finish your deliberation.

“Atsumu,” you call, and the blonde setter’s ears perk up at the sound of his name. “You can take my ass.” You swear you see stars shoot from his eyes, an excited grin creeping up on his face.

“And Hajime, I want you in my pussy.” His ears burn bright red at your words, and your heart can’t help but swoon in your chest over seeing the typically brooding Iwaizumi all shy and flustered over your words.

You turn to the other two men, who despite not being chosen for one of your holes, still have enthusiastic expressions spread across their faces. “I’m sorry boys, but I don’t think I could take either of you in addition to somebody else. I hope you understand.”

Matsukawa shrugs nonchalantly and replies, “Don’t worry, I totally get’cha. Just one of the curses of having a big dick. No hard feelings whatsoever.”

From his right, Iwaizumi scoffs at the ex-middle blocker’s cocky remark, and you stifle a giggle with the palm of your hand.

“Since those two handsome lads aren’t getting a hole, why don’t you let them play with you first and prep you?” Tendou suggests with a playful lilt in his voice.

You flash your husband a seductive grin, and your next words nearly make the man keel further into your shoulder. “I was just thinking the same thing, my love.”

Ushijima and Matsukawa both take a seat on opposite sides of you on the bed. Your lips crash against Wakatoshi’s first, relishing in the somewhat distant yet familiar feeling of his tongue sliding over yours. Your fingers tug at his olive locks, and a cute little whimper slips past his mouth and is caught by your lips.

You kiss Issei next, and his motions are a stark contrast to Wakatoshi’s. His lips are needier, more urgent– almost as if this is the last time he’ll ever be able to kiss you, and honestly, it might be. So he wastes no time, nipping and pulling and sucking on your bottom lip, making you mewl into his mouth. At the same time, Ushijima’s calloused hands run up and down your body and settle on your nipples, pinching and tweaking at the perked buds through the mesh material of your bra, fingers nimbly reaching around and unclasping it before tossing it aside. The corners of Issei’s lips curl upwards into a smirk; he can easily tell how badly you want them.

When you finally pull away, you deliver another string of orders. “‘Toshi, kneel at the foot of the bed. I want you to prep my ass– you were always so good at it.” He nods his head once and does as he’s told, taking his stance at the opposite end of the bed.

“And Issei, lie down on your back so that your knees hang off the bed, right next to ‘Toshi’s.” His thick eyebrows cock upwards, slightly confused on where this is headed, but a gentle shove of his shoulder is enough to make the man move.

“Satori,” you turn to your husband, “Grab the lube from the nightstand and hand it to Wakatoshi.” As Tendou fulfills your request, you slide out of your panties and maneuver your hips to hover over Issei’s face. Teasingly, you wiggle your bare and wet cunt over his lips, but what he does next has you keeling forward, almost flying into Ushijima’s abs before his strong hands grip at your thighs.

You hear a “ptui!” come from underneath you, and a wetness begins to dribble from your labia and down your inner thighs. Staring down at the man beneath you, your eyes are met with a lewd sight– there’s spit glistening all over Issei’s mouth, cheeks, and neck. Your hole involuntarily clenches at the perverted image, which he notices, and he greedily pulls your hips flush against his face, licking and sucking at your sensitive nub like a ravenous animal.

It’s all so much and so fast– his fingertips dig into your thighs, rubbing and kneading the flesh in soothing circles. He’s barely even started and you’re already out of breath and panting, overwhelmed by all the sensations, all the bodies radiating heat around you, all the eyes trained on the area where your cunt and Issei’s lips meet.

Regaining some semblance of composure, you take your sweet time crawling forward, until you’re face to face with Ushijima’s pelvis. Balancing your weight on one hand, you use the other to wrap around the backside of his muscular thighs, and with one harsh tug, you scoot him closer to you. Staring up at him with doe eyes and lolling your tongue out, you work his cock into your mouth, kitten licking all over his pink-purple tip before making your way down his thick member. You make sure to pay extra attention to where his head and shaft meet, flicking your muscle back and forth over the ridge, and it makes his thighs tense as his head falls backward, letting out cute little whines that he attempts to muffle with the back of his left hand. You halt your movements however, and draw his attention to you.

“‘Toshi,” you coo, and his olive irises shoot downwards and meet yours. “Don’t be shy, baby. I want them to hear how good you feel.” Without warning, you take his cock as far as you can until it hits the back of your throat, pumping the rest of his length with your spit-coated hand.

And with that, all inhibitions leave Ushijima’s mind, allowing the most obscene but sweet sounds escape from his mouth. Squelching sounds fill the room as you bob your head back and forth at the same pace as your hand; one of his hands holds the back of your head, applying a slight pressure but not to the point of discomfort, while the other hand reaches down beneath your face and tugs and cups his heavy balls.

It’s a filthy sight, and out of the corner of your eye, you watch as Atsumu takes a seat in the loveseat on the opposite end of the room, spitting into his palm and slowly stroking his cock, his eyes trained on how far you’re taking Wakatoshi into your mouth. Iwaizumi on the other hand stands behind Ushijima, staring down at you with a ferocity in his eyes that you’ve only seen him wear a few times in his life. His dick twitches when you gag around the wing spiker’s length, but Hajime refuses to touch himself, wanting the first stimulation that he feels tonight to be your pussy lips fluttering around his enormous length.

A glob of your spit mixed with Ushijima’s precum slides down your chin and falls onto Matsukawa’s cock, and his hips buck upwards at the feeling. Realizing that he probably feels neglected right now, you pull your mouth off of the wing spiker’s cock, issuing another command.

“‘Toshi, use the lube and play with my ass. Exactly how you used to.”

He nods and you dip your head down, licking a straight line from Issei’s tip to his balls. He groans beneath you, and the vibrations send waves through your pussy lips and up your spine. He’s still relentlessly lapping up your juices like a dog drinking water, but once your plush lips wrap around his head, he eats you out with a sense of urgency that makes what he was doing before feel half-hearted. You moan around his shaft at the heightened sensation, and his hips thrust up into your face, making his tip hit the back of your throat in one swift motion.

At the same time, you feel a few drops of cold wetness spill onto your puckered hole, and curious yet experienced fingers begin prodding at it. Ushijima sticks his middle finger into your ass, slowly working his way down until he’s knuckle deep. He alternates between swirling his fingers around your tight walls and pumping his finger in and out. Your body feels like it’s on fire; your throat tightens around Matsukawa’s length, but you power through it, continuing to bob your head up and down his shaft– that is, until, Ushijima slips in another thick finger.

You release Issei’s cock from your mouth and yelp, “Fuck! ‘M close! Gonna cum soon!”

The man beneath you grips your thighs even harder and pulls you back and forth, forcing you to grind over his tongue. “Pussy’s so fucking good,” he swears, “Cum for me, sweetness. Wanna taste ya.”

Your orgasm hits you hard– your ass clenches around Wakatoshi’s fingers, nearly pushing them out; dribbles of your cum drip out of your cunt and trickle down Issei’s face; your body shudders and your toes curl as you ride out your intense high.

Once your body stops quivering, Ushijima helps you off of Matsukawa’s face, gently placing you down on the bed next to them. Issei, with his chest still heaving and heart still racing, sits up, his devilish smile making his already handsome face even hotter. His strong hand grips your face, squishing your cheeks. He kisses you passionately, tongue languidly probing the inside of your mouth, before he pulls away, but his hand remains gripping your face.

“Open wide,” he coos, and you obey. A glob of his spit lands onto your tongue, but before you can close your mouth and swallow, he adds on, “Nuh-uh-uh! Let ‘Toshi have a taste, too.”

Keeping your jaw slack, you crawl over to the olive-haired man, pulling him down by his neck for a kiss. He swallows the mixture of Issei’s spit and your cum hungrily, a choked groan getting caught in his throat, and then he steps back, allowing space for the other three men to come forward.

Atsumu pushes up from his chair and stalks over to you– you see some creamy white residue on his abs and you realize that he came, but his dick is still as hard as before.

“That was quite the show ya put on for us, darlin’,” he teases. He kneels on the bed, his face only a few centimeters away from yours, and whispers, “Was yer shy demeanor earlier just a façade?”

“No,” you reply back in a saccharine yet seductive voice. “Just takes me a bit to warm up to strangers, that’s all.” The setter licks his lips, its corners curling upwards into a smirk, and he quips back, “Well, now that you’re warmed up to us, tell us what to do next, pretty girl.”

You can tell that he sees this as a game– that he’s sizing you up, trying to compete with you for power, seeing if he can make your growing confidence falter or waver– a challenge which you readily accept.

“Lie down on your back in the middle of the bed, pretty boy.”

He does as he’s told, and you straddle his waist facing away from him, giving him the perfect view of your ass as you grind your folds over his throbbing length. His fingers dig into your sides, assisting you in your motions.

“Nope!” You swat his hands away, chiding him. “We’re going at my pace; you got that?”

You hear a choked “mhm” from behind you as you continue your ministrations. Lifting your hips, take a condom from the nightstand and roll the latex down his member; you line up his tip with your hole, slowly lowering yourself onto his cock and taking him into your ass inch by inch.

The last inch is a struggle, but you power through it by pushing down in one swift motion. You squeal and his cock twitches inside of you; a pitiful whimper comes from behind you, and it makes you giggle.

You turn around and are met with a beautiful sight– sweat beads down Atsumu’s face and his blonde locks cling to his forehead; his brows are furrowed and his eyes are trained on where you two meet; his lips are parted and his tongue lolls out as he pants.

“Oh, ‘Tsumu,” you tease, pushing some of his hair away from his face. “You’re so cute when you’re needy.”

Suddenly, his hips jolt upwards, sinking his cock deeper into your tight hole; your nails dig into his toned thighs to stabilize yourself. He snickers at the choked scream you let out, landing a harsh smack on your ass.

“Say that one more time, princess,” he sneers, a playful but condescending tone dripping off the tip of his tongue. “Call me needy one more ti–”

Your lips crashing against his shuts him up. You lie on top of him now, back resting flush against his sweaty chest; you can feel his semi-dry cum against your back, the warm stickiness equal parts uncomfortable and sexy. Your teeth clash against each other for a brief moment until you both find a rhythm you’re both comfortable with– it’s obvious that the blonde setter enjoys sucking on your tongue and eliciting cute whines from your throat.

You pull away and turn your attention to Iwaizumi, and as your eyes land on him, his face burns red hot and his ears tint pink. He’s a little nervous, considering that he hasn’t had sex with this many people in a long time– he just got out of a long-term relationship that ended in a messy break up a couple months ago. Still, despite his hesitations and insecurities, he crawls over to you when you signal him over with your index finger.

He grabs a foil packet from the nightstand and rips it open, the latex choking his cock despite it being an XL-sized condom. He spits into his hand and pumps his length a few times before tossing your legs over his shoulders and lining his tip with your drooling cunt.

He eases himself into you, and after a few gentle yet focused thrusts, he bottoms out. You exhale in unison at the feeling, but you notice that this whole time, he hasn’t looked at you once, opting to stare at your pussy or your tits or the sheets beneath you– anywhere but your face.

Your foot nudges his cheek, forcing him to look at you. He still refuses to look directly into your eyes though, instead gazing a few centimeters below them at your mouth.

“Hey handsome,” you whisper, and all he mumbles is a short “hey” back, his brows furrowing and a slight pout forming across his lips.

Your foot nudges his face once more, this time underneath his chin, forcing his eyes to lift and meet yours. His face grows even redder, timidness and heat flooding every square inch of his body. “Hajime,” you coo, reaching out to rub his knuckles with your thumb. “No need to be shy. You’re already making me feel so, so good, baby.”

Your praise helps dissipate the insecurities in him, and he experimentally rolls his hips back and thrusts forward in one swift movement. The action draws out a high pitched whine from you, and it only adds more fuel to the fire of his growing self-confidence. He begins to fuck into you, his hips steadily picking up their pace with each movement. Atsumu follows suit, planting his feet flat on the mattress and bucking his hips up. It’s a little messy at first, but once they figure out a rhythm that works for both of them, their coordinated thrusts leave you feeling so fucking full, not a single moment when you’re not stuffed to the brim with one of their thick cocks.

“Shit!” Iwaizumi curses, sweat beading down his toned pecs and biceps. “Your pussy’s so tight, feels so fucking good.”

Atsumu chimes in from underneath you, his breathing labored, “Ya like this, don’tcha princess? Like being used like our little cocksleeve?”

You nod frantically, feeling your impending orgasm quickly approaching you. “Hajime, please!” you squeal in between pants. “Please kiss me!”

He leans forward, placing his weight on his forearms, and traps your mouth in a heated kiss. His kisses are different– although his hips are pounding into you at an abusing pace, his lips slide over yours carefully but passionately, truly savoring every lick, every nip, every mewl that you give him. One of Iwaizumi’s hands fumble around and search for Atsumu’s; once he finds it, he drags it over to your puffy nipples, indicating for him to play with the perked buds.

The setter twists and tugs your tits, the rough calluses on his fingertips adding extra stimulation. Your core tightens and the coil in your tummy snaps, and you cum with a choked cry; you clench around both of their cocks, making them curse underneath their breath. The two men talk you through your orgasm, whispering indiscernible praises of “good girl” and “you’re so pretty when you cum,” amongst other things that your fucked-out mind is unable to process. They only stop fucking you once you stop shuddering, but you don’t get any time to rest, because immediately after your come down, you feel a pair of familiar hands cup your face and lanky legs straddle your waist.

“Hello, my love,” Tendou beams down at you, his pretty pink lips curled upwards into a soft smile. “You having fun?”

You nod your head a few times, not trusting your voice. His smile grows even wider, and he continues. “I can tell. Ya mind if I join?”

You shake your head. “Daddy, please. Need you here.” Your jaw goes slack and you loll out your tongue, showing your husband exactly where you want him.

“Anything for my princess,” is all he says before shoving his cock down your throat with one swift motion, his trimmed red pubes tickling the tip of your nose. He’s so lucky to have a wife whose throat has molded to the shape of his cock with how many times he’s fucked it, and although taking all of him still poses a challenge, it now comes as second nature to you.

His hands grab the back of your head to support it as he sloppily thrusts into your mouth, going at a pace that’s more erratic than usual, even for Tendou. Tears begin to stream down your face as you struggle to breathe, choking and gagging around his length. The whole room falls silent and all movements cease, everyone focused on how roughly he’s bucking his hips into your face, but despite this, how well you’re taking him.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Tendou coos, “Daddy’s here to show these little boys how to fuck you right.”

He turns to his audience and scoffs, “Are you guys just gonna stand there and watch? Get moving.”

The two men in your tight holes begin thrusting again, building themselves back up to the same alternating rhythm they had earlier. Issei and Wakatoshi settle themselves on the bed, kneeling on opposite sides of you. They guide your hands to their crotches, Matsukawa much more aggressively than the other, and spit on their lengths before wrapping your fingers around their cocks, pumping and stroking their shafts at similar paces.

There’s so much going on— so much heat radiating around you, so much weight on top of your tired body, so many hands grabbing at wherever they can. Iwaizumi digs his nails into your thighs; Atsumu gropes and kneads your tits; Matsukawa and Ushijima guide your hands as you jerk them off, the former firmly grabbing your wrist as he bucks into your squeezed fist while the latter wraps his larger hand around yours and pumps himself in unison with your movements. But Tendou, even though he’s fucking your mouth so hard, perhaps the hardest he’s ever throat-fucked you before, his hands around your head are gentle, making sure to provide your neck adequate support so that you don’t get hurt.

Your eyes trail up his sweaty body, pale skin glistening underneath the warm lamplight, abs tensed and flexed as his hips rock back and forth; forearm and bicep veins protrude as he supports your neck and head, and his chest and neck are tinted the prettiest shade of pink from the intense heat that scorches through his whole body. He stares down at you with equal parts love and lust in his eyes, scarlet irises so hazy and eyelids so heavy that you doubt that he’s seeing properly, but despite this, he’s still drinking in your fucked out face as much as he possibly can.

But aside from love and lust, there’s another look in his eyes that makes your heart swell— it’s pride. With a single look, his eyes seem to worship you with a thousand praises, and it’s more than enough to push you over the edge.

Every muscle in your body tenses— your pussy and throat clench around their cocks as your hands squeeze around their lengths. Tendou is the first to cum, shoving his cock all the way in one last time to shoot hot spurts of his seed down your throat. He’s followed by Iwaizumi and Atsumu, whose thrusts become erratic as they chase their highs. They thank you profusely as they spill into the condoms, Atsumu whispering sweet nothings against the shell of your ear while Hajime presses wet kisses up and down along your inner calf. Finally, Matsukawa’s and Ushijima’s hips begin to stutter, and Satori moves out of the way so they can paint your tummy and tits with streaks of eggshell white.

Your chest heaves as you come down from your orgasm, your body exhausted and overstimulated. Tendou scoops up the cum in the valley of your breasts with his slender fingers and shoves them into your mouth. As you eagerly lick around his digits and clean them up, he breathily exhales, “My precious baby. You were so good to us, my love.”

You feel like you’re sinking into the mattress and your eyelids are growing heavy. From somewhere around you, you hear one of the men annoyedly mutter under his breath, “Why’d she only call him daddy?”, which you recognize as Issei’s voice, and the sharp slap of someone hitting the back of his head in response, scolding him, “Because he’s her husband, ya fucking imbecile,” who you assume is Hajime. You quietly giggle to yourself as Satori presses a delicate kiss on your sweaty forehead, the world eventually fading to black.

…

You wake up with a warm lump snuggled next to you, and you realize that it’s your husband from his musk that’s always infused with traces of a sweet chocolatey scent that he can’t seem to get rid of. When you glance down at your body, you’re all cleaned up and assume that the boys wiped you down while you were asleep. Once you rub your eyes with your fists and let out a quiet yawn, he notices that you’ve woken up and squeezes you tighter in his arms.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he teases.

“Holy shit,” his words make you wake up faster, “is it really morning?”

Tendou chuckles and presses his cheek against the crown of your head. “I’m just messing with ya, you were only out for about 30 minutes or so.”

“Oh,” you reply, lying back down and tracing hearts onto his stomach. “Where are all the boys? Did they leave?”

“Nah, they’re out in the living room, eating pizza and watching a movie. Told them they could spend the night here on the guest beds and couches, if that’s alright with you?”

“Mhm,” you nod softly against his chest. “It’s fine by me.”

Your husband’s fingers reach under your chin and lift your face. “Did you have fun, my love? Did we go too hard on you?”

You shake your head. “No, it was wonderful ‘Tori. Had lots of fun.” Your body scoots up the mattress to plant a kiss on the tip of his nose, making his cheeks and ears flush pink. “Thank you for organizing this. You spoil me too much.”

The corners of his lips curl upwards into a smirk. “What kinda shitty husband would I be if I didn’t spoil my amazing wife?”

You giggle at his joke before asking, “Did you have fun, my love? You got a little possessive there at one point.”

Your husband’s eyes widen and his face turns bright red in embarrassment. Rubbing his free hand behind his neck, he defends himself, “Yea, ‘m sorry about that, babe. It’s just,” he sighs, and you know that there’s something on the back of his mind that’s bothering him. “At first, I thought it was so hot, but then I saw how much fun you were having and how good you felt, and I just… I dunno… felt inadequate? Like maybe I’m not enough?”

“Satori,” you whisper softly. “Yes, it did feel really good and I had a lot of fun, but no one can ever compare to how you make me feel— how cared for, how special, and how loved that you and only you can make me feel.”

Tendou’s face contorts into a cute little pout, the same one that he does when he’s about to ask one of his ridiculous questions.

“Even if Issei’s dick is the size of a fucking Pocari Sweat bottle?”

You laugh, a little out of breath as you reply, “Even if Issei’s dick is the size of a fucking Pocari Sweat bottle.”

He rubs his cheek into yours, mimicking the actions of an affectionate kitten. “Good,” he hums. A few seconds of silence pass before he continues, “Do you want to join them outside, sweetheart?”

“Mmm,” you murmur back, closing your eyes and relishing in your husband’s warmth. “Gimme 30 more minutes. Let’s stay like this for a bit.”

Satori gently nods his head before shutting his eyes as well.

Your husband asks a lot of strange questions, usually to satiate his curious mind, but there’s one thing that he never, ever second guesses— how much you love him, and how deeply he loves you.

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