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JJ's fingers move rapidly on the controller, the clicking sounds of buttons being pushed grating on your nerves, like chalk scraping down a board in your brain. You're bored. So bored. Antsy and about to crawl out of your skin.

You've had enough and you can't take it anymore.

In one fluid motion, you slide off of his lap and onto the floor, kneeling between his parted thighs. Desperation and something akin to panic fills you as you stare up at him, hands gripping his knees a little too tight, nails digging in hard enough that there'll be crescent shaped marks indented in his skin for a while.

You whimper, a small, desperate sound that comes from deep within you. That comes from a broken, fragile part of you.

That's when JJ's attention finally snaps to you. He mutes his mic with a mumbled apology to his friends and places the controller on his desk, moving his chair back a little to give you more space. Large, rough palms cup your face, his warmth seeping into your skin, calloused thumbs brushing the tender skin underneath your eyes with so much reverence and care.

"Shit, angel, I'm so sorry."

At the sound of his voice, his soothing drawl, the harsh static in your brain begins to dissolve, morphing into something lighter, a more pleasant fuzz.

JJ moves one hand from your face, tugging his sweats and boxers down just enough to pull his cock out, already knowing exactly what you need. "'M so sorry, forgive me?"

You're nuzzling into his palm and crawling closer, seeking his safety, always needing to be closer, closer, closer. A hand cups your jaw, guiding you towards his lap, until your able to sink your mouth down onto his length.

You take him in, inch by inch, not even minding that he's still mostly soft in your mouth. You need the comfort, the safety in the way JJ surrounds you completely.

You crave it.

His thigh is warm and solid under your cheek, using it as a pillow once you've swallowed him to the base. All the agitation inside of you seeps out of your body as you inhale his musky scent, feeling him stretching your mouth perfectly, your previous overwhelm being replaced but just him.

The weight of him, heavy and comforting, presses down on your tongue, your senses overloaded with JJ, JJ, JJ. You float for a while, mind drifting, eyes fluttering shut, practically melting on the floor.

You can't tell how much time has passed. The soft sounds of JJ's voice, his hands on the controller, and the quiet sound of your own breathing fills your ears, lulling you into a soft, floaty state.

Drool runs down your chin, drips out of the stretched corners of your mouth and onto him, but you don't care. You barely even notice, and it's not like JJ minds, too wrapped up in his game to notice the darkening wet patch growing on his sweats.

He's fully hard now, hand coming down to pet through your hair whenever a small sound escapes you, silently checking up on you, making sure you're still okay.

As much as you love this, you want—no, need—JJ's full attention on you; he's been playing for what feels like forever. Your mind clears a little, some of the fog dissipating from your brain, giving you enough strength to move closer, swallow around him a little.

The rough groan that slips from his lips when you hollow your cheeks a little has a pleased shiver running down your spine. You did that; you got him to make that sound.

You somehow manage to lift your head from his thigh, pulling off momentarily to give your aching jaw a much needed break. His gaze flits down to yours, confusion in his eyes, but you just stare back, all soft and sweet. He doesn't question it, trusting that you'd say if something was really wrong.

The first teasing flick of your tongue against the head of his cock has JJ slamming the mute button, eyes wide when he next looks at you.

"I feel much better now," a wet kiss pressed to the tip, "thank you, JJ."

"Yeah," his voice is a little breathless, a pale pink flush beginning to spread across his cheeks, "yeah, 'course, baby, I'm glad." He grins at you, boyish charm never failing to melt your heart.

The glide is smooth when you engulf him in your warm mouth again, his cock still slick and shiny from your spit. It's so messy.

It's perfect.

You get lost in it, the moment of your head, the hitch of JJ's breath, slick sounds filling your ears. Heat pools low in your body, molten and slow, burning you from the inside out.

A thrill of satisfaction shoots through you when you hear JJ's frantic goodbye to his friends, mumbling some excuse before the controller clatters onto his desk, his hands burying themselves in your hair.

"Oh fuck," apologies tumble out of him when his hips subconsciously buck up into the heat of your mouth, gagging you a little, "you're evil— shit—"

You smile as best you can around his thick length, swallowing around what you can, rubbing your tongue underneath the sensitive head. You moan, addicted to this, addicted to him, a few stray tears slipping down your heated cheeks from the sheer overwhelm of it all.

JJ's brushing them away before they even get halfway down your face, still so gentle even when he's using all of his strength not to fuck up into your mouth. Spit drips down his cock, running down his balls, and JJ's eyes roll back, knuckles tightening in your hair, but still not enough to hurt.

Never enough to hurt.

"C-close, princess," JJ gasps out, and yeah, you'll never get over how good this is, how perfect he is.

He's done for when your slide mostly off, keeping only the sensitive head engulfed in your wet heat, your hand coming up to stroke his shaft fast, your fist tight, the pressure just how he likes it.

JJ peeks one eye open, gaze meeting yours for a brief moment, and he cums, almost whiting out from the force. It would be funny how easy he is for you if you weren't exactly the same, practically putty in his hands from the second he so much as glances at you.

You swallow as much as you can, a little of his pearly spend leaking out of the corner of your mouth. Your hand works him through it, slowing your movements until they're barely there, hand loosening its grip.

He pulls you off when it's too much, spent cock slipping from your lips, a string of cum and spit keeping you attached to the head before it snaps.

The fabric of JJ's t-shirt is soft against your cheek as he carefully uses the bottom to wipe your messy face. A smile spreads across your lips, slow and syrupy sweet, eyes wide and trusting as you look up at him

"You're so perfect, sugar, you don't even know what you do to me."

Strong arms lift you up, cradling your body against his chest as he makes his way towards the bed.

"Now, let me take care of you."

"Sure you do," you tease, sarcasm dripping from your voice, "I believe you."

You can practically feel Rafe rolling his eyes, you don't even have to look at him to know. Such a brat.

"Which one do you want this time?"

You hum, eyes scanning the possible options, fingertip dragging over each image until you stop, tapping the tip of your nail against one. Rafe's gaze follows yours, his arms wrapping tight around your waist, tugging you closer—if that's even possible.

"I want Foxy; look he's so cute!"

A shiver runs down your spine as Rafe drags his nose down your neck, humming against the sensitive skin. "You're gettin' Foxy then," he murmurs, biting your neck gently when you squirm.

"Rafe," it comes out a little more breathless than you mean it to be, your grip loosening on the box, "you can't guarantee that…"

"Mmm, but I can, sweet girl."

Rafe's lips curve into a smile against your neck at the breathy sound that escapes you, large hand squeezing your waist before he pulls away slightly, propping his chin back on your shoulder. "Open it, sweetheart."

The box clatters to the floor after you've pulled the small, black packet out, joining the graveyard of already opened blind boxes. The crinkle of the bag is loud in the quiet room, your breath catching as you tear it open.

And…

…it's Bonnie.

"Oh, I love him! Look how cute he is Rafe!"

When you get no response, you frown, trying to twist back to look at him. "Rafey?"

He grumbles behind you, and when you turn your head to see him, he suddenly looks… furious?

"Rafe…" your voice is quiet and tentative, confusion written all over your face, "is something wrong? D-did I do something?"

He mumbles again, muttering under his breath.

"I can't hear you," you tilt your head back, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek, "what happened?"

"'S a fuckin' scam." He plucks Bonnie out of your hand, turning him over, inspecting him from all angles. "Pay all this fuckin' money and you don't even get what you want."

"I like him! Anyway, it doesn't matter; maybe I'll get Foxy next time!" You grab the toy back, watching as a muscle in Rafe's jaw twitches, eyeing Bonnie with a mix of disdain and irritation. Drama queen.

"Rafe," you giggle, turning around on his lap so you're straddling him, "it's not the end of the world. I'm not upset, I promise."

"Yeah?" He eyes you suspiciously, his hands settling on your hips to pull you flush against his body.

"Mhm, plus I think he's really cute!"

"Okay." Rafe tilts his head and captures your lips in a sweet kiss, one hand cupping your cheek, the other arm wrapping around your waist. He kisses you like you're his oxygen, like he'll die if he pulls away. He kisses you until your mind is fuzzy, the blind box completely forgotten, the toy slipping from between your limp fingers.

Rafe's hand shoots out before it hits the floor, pulling back with a smug smirk. "Wouldn't want him to get hurt, hmm?"

"Uh huh…" Your response is mumbled, a little slurred, your mind pleasantly floaty, a dazed look on your face.

Bonnie is placed on the table, joining the rest of your collection from today's haul. A small, contented sigh slips from your lips as you cuddle closer, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"So," Rafe's other arm wraps around your waist, "you want 100 more? 1000? Just say the word, baby."

Your eyes pop out of your head when you look at him, jaw dropping. "You're ridiculous—"

"Mmm, but how am I supposed to make sure you get everythin' you want?"

"Insane—"

"Yeah, keep talkin'…" He grins at you, a little feral, a little dangerous.

"You're an idiot."

"Your idiot, sweetheart."

You pause, eyes flitting away and fixing on a spot just over Rafe's shoulder. "…okay, start with 10."

"Consider it done, sweet girl." The smile he gives you is so happy, so proud and pleased, that you can't help but return it.

He rolls you onto your back on the sofa, settling on top of you, his weight pressing you comfortingly into the cushions.

"However will you repay me?" he says dramatically, a teasing smirk planted on his face.

"Hmm, I'm sure I could think of a few things," you mumble, fingers lacing behind his neck before you pull him down.

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"Oh, my love."

Nanami drops to the floor in front of you, uncaring of the sharp pieces digging into his shins, of the crunch when they crumble under his weight. Warm hands cup your tear streaked face, thumbs carefully brushing the wetness from underneath your eyes.

Another body joins you on the ground, Higuruma's solid presence filling the space behind you, gentle arms wrapping around your waist. A soft kiss is pressed to your neck, your jaw, and finally, your cheek. "Bad day, sweetheart?"

You nod.

Your breathing slows, no longer leaving you in broken sobs. Your heart stops trying to pound out of your chest. It feels as though the weight of today has been lifted off of your shoulders, and now you can breathe again, oxygen filling your lungs and leaving you floaty and light.

Strong arms lift you up in a bridal carry, your hands lacing behind Nanami's neck and clinging to him as he picks you up. Higuruma's hands—always so careful when he touches you, like you're precious, something worth cherishing—brush your knees off, bits that had stuck to you falling to join the mess on the floor.

It draws your attention back to the broken plate, struggling to get out of Nanami's hold so you can clean up. "But— the floor—"

"I've got it, angel, we'll clean up later." Nanami presses a tender kiss to your temple before starting to move, Higuruma walking in front of you and opening doors until you reach the bedroom.

You're set down, Nanami not letting go until your feet are firmly on the ground, his careful hold supporting you all the way. You stand, Nanami behind you and Higuruma in front of you.

The quiet rustle of clothing being removed fills the room, their heavy work clothes falling to the floor, suits being taken off piece by piece.

Their attention returns fully to you once only their boxers remain, rough hands delicately caressing your body. Your top is lifted and your bra removed, Nanami's deft fingers unhooking the clasp and sliding it down your arms, fingertips brushing feather-light down your warm skin as he does so.

Higuruma kneels, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down. Slowly. Carefully. Like he's savouring it, like every inch of skin that's exposed is a feast for his hungry eyes, a sight that must be savoured before more is revealed.

Reverent kisses are pressed to your bare thighs, soft presses of his lips against your smooth skin, before he's tapping your leg and helping you step out of your pants.

Home is laying with Higuruma's front pressed up against your back, large, warm palm cupping your hip, rubbing soothing circles against your sensitive skin.

Home is curling into Nanami's chest, his hand on your waist, his face buried in your hair, breathing you in like you're his oxygen.

Home is Kento and Hiromi. It's them holding you, soothing you, being there for you, through the small things and the big thing. It's them knowing when you need to be taken care of, when you need them.

You feel safe. Surrounded. Protected.

Loved.

You don't even give him a chance to respond, bracing your hands on broad shoulders and grinding down onto his steadily growing bulge. Suguru's head falls back and the groan that escapes him has you and Gojo exchanging matching smirks. Gojo's hand sneaks down Geto's defined torso, until he's palming him through his loose sweats.

"Shit— of course I love you both," Geto manages to pant out, his half-lidded gaze flitting between the two of you.

Gojo's nose brushes Geto's when he speaks, eyes wide and full of feigned innocence. "But do you really though—"

"Shut the fuck up." His response is immediate, leaving no room for argument, and Gojo's mouth snaps shut. Geto's long, slim fingers wrap around Gojo's throat, pulling him in until their lips collide, a hungry meeting of lips, teeth, and tongue.

You whine at being ignored, grinding down harder to bring Geto's attention back to you. A happy moan slips from your lips when he kisses you, his mouth claiming yours, exploring every inch with his tongue. It's filthy when you part, lips slick and shining with spit, panting into each others mouths.

The look you and Satoru exchange is nothing short of evil, plotting and planning silently, scheming without talking.

You move together, a smooth descent until you and Gojo are nestled between Suguru's parted thighs, staring up at him as your fingers move to hook in his waistband. He lifts his hips, allowing his sweats and boxers to be tugged down just enough for his cock to spring out, heavy and leaking already from a little teasing.

His head drops against the headboard with a soft thunk when you lick a broad stripe up the underside, tracing the prominent vein that runs up his length with your tongue. Gojo swirls his tongue around the flushed head, dipping it into the slit and moaning at the salty taste of his pre-cum.

Geto's hips buck up at the vibrations against his sensitive skin, one hand burying in your hair, the other finding its place in Gojo's snowy locks.

"Fuck," he chokes out, eyes fluttering shut, "that's it, c'mon open up."

The fat head of his cock slides into Gojo's mouth, stretching his lips wide, and he hollows his cheeks, drool slipping from the corners of his mouth as he laps at the sensitive underside. A low, rough groan slips from Geto's lips when you start pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses up and down his throbbing shaft, soft hand moving lower to gently cup his balls, rolling them between your fingers.

The dual sensations have Geto's fingers tightening in your hair, tugging both of you closer to his aching shaft. "Look at you both," he coos down at you, thrusting up into Gojo's mouth, "my pretty things, always making me feel so good."

Your shoulder nudges against Satoru's, signalling to him that you want to swap places. He pulls off of Geto with a soft pop!, a thin line of pre and saliva connecting him to the tip before it snaps.

Your mouth stretches wide around Geto's thick length as you swallow him down, eyes watering from the pressure. Involuntarily, his hips thrust up, head hitting the back of your throat. You gag softly, throat spasming around him as you slide all the way down, swallowing around his cock and moaning at the feeling of being stuffed full.

Gojo's mouth moves lower, planting wet kisses along Geto's inner thigh, higher and higher until he reaches his heavy balls, sucking one into his mouth.

Geto is almost embarrassed by how fast he gets close. Almost. But how can he resist when he's got two pretty things focussing entirely on him? A man can't be blamed; it's a wonder he's lasted this long to begin with.

Slick sounds fill the bedroom as you bob your head, drool sliding down his shaft as you gag yourself on him, letting Geto push your head up and down as he pleases.

"S-shit—"

Suguru's breath hitches and he stutters, letting you and Gojo know just how close he is. Suddenly, he's using his grip on your hair to pull you off his dick and push Gojo's face away, smirking as you both whine and try to get closer again.

"Let me see those pretty faces," he breaths, his own hand coming to wrap around his spit-slick cock. The filthy schlick! sounds that fill the room as Geto rapidly strokes himself have your cheeks heating and your thighs squeezing together to try and ease the growing ache in your core. You can tell Gojo isn't faring any better from the way he needily humps against the mattress in small jerks of his hips, both of you desperate for any sort of friction after waiting for so long.

"Open your mouths," Geto commands as he fists his throbbing length, the heat in his core building with every desperate stroke.

Hot ropes paint your faces, Geto's spend landing on your tongues, cheeks, chins. He fucks his fist, working himself through his orgasm, cock pulsing as a few more dribbles of cum spill out, coating his knuckles and easing the already slick glide.

As soon as Suguru has finished, body limp and relaxed against the headboard, you and Satoru use your fingers to wipe his spend off of your faces, greedily sucking on your digits and whimpering at the taste.

You and Gojo moan as your lips connect, licking into each other's mouths messily, sharing Geto's cum between you.

Geto groans, feeling his spent dick twitch in interest at the filthy sight. "You're both going to be the death of me, I swear."

Another pearly bead of pre-cum drips from the flushed tip of his cock, sliding down his throbbing shaft and coating your knuckles. Your hand is merciless, sliding up and down, up and down, wrist twisting meanly each time it reaches the head.

Scud is half laying across your lap as you cradle him, head nestled in the crook of your arm, supporting his head. He presses his face against your chest, nuzzling against your soft skin, your flesh shining with his saliva from where his drool has wiped off onto you.

His cock is so red, practically purple from how hard he is. You've been teasing him for hours, coaxing him to his peak, letting him just grasp it, and then ripping it away. Again and again. Scud sniffles with every move of your hand, the glide so smooth and slick from the amount of pre he's leaking. You never need lube when he's worked up like this; he gets so messy and wet from the slightest of touches.

So sensitive.

"Mommy, please…" he whimpers, eyes fluttering shut. His hands scrabble for purchase, needing something, anything, to hold onto, to ground himself with. His long, slender fingers wrap around your wrist, not gripping to make you speed up, not trying to dictate your pace — he would never do that, he knows better — simply resting there.

"Shh, shh, sweetheart, you're doing so perfect for me." His breath hitches when you increase the slow pace of your hand, squeezing on the upstroke. His hips automatically thrust up into your hand, arching off of the bed, desperately searching for more friction.

You tut at him, shaking your head in mock disappointment, looking at Scud with a stern frown. Your hand releases his aching shaft, moving away and delivering a sharp smack to his thigh. He whines from the sting, muscles tensing briefly from the shock of the blow. Fresh tears pool in his pretty eyes, collecting in his waterline before spilling over and down his flushed cheeks.

"Where's my good boy, hmm? I'm disappointed, baby, I thought you knew better."

And just like that, just like you were hoping, he starts to beg, voice shaking as he blurts out desperate plea after plea, whining and begging for forgiveness.

"Mama, mommy, please, please! N-need ya to touch me, mama, hurts so bad, need ya!" His voice cracks as he pleads, eyes wide and shining, so you decide take pity on him. Just a little.

You trail your fingertips, featherlight and gentle, up the vein on the underside of his cock. His dick jumps, the whine that spills from his lips drawn out and filthy, and you giggle at his reaction, cooing down at him. "God, you're just so cute!"

"D-don't—" he stutters, choking on his words, "mama don't call me that…"

"Hmm," you purse your lips, pretending to think about it for a second, "how about… no! I don't think you're in a position to tell me what to do right now, are you sweet boy?" He nods, frantic and oh so obedient, gazing up at you with big, wet eyes.

You stop teasing, for now at least, and smile sweetly down at him. He knows he's done for. "Move again and the next hit is to your dick."

He's really trying, you can tell. When you start to stroke him again, Scud remains still in your arms, frozen like a statue, breathing shakily. The faster you stroke, the harder you can tell he's struggling. His abs tense and flex with every cruel flick of your wrist, thighs beginning to tremble from how hard he's trying not to buck up into your hand.

He turns his face into your chest, whining and drooling against your skin, leaving it smeared in a mix of his tears and spit. Your breasts squish against his cheek when he presses up against them, nipples hardening from the slight friction.

When you look down at Scud, his eyes are glazed over and unfocused, fluttering shut and popping open whenever you switch up your rhythm. A litany of moans and whimpers escape his pretty pink lips, the sounds whiny and sweet, so frequent you don't even think he realises they're coming from him.

Scud's breath ghosts over your nipple and a shudder runs through you, every inch of your body extra sensitive after denying yourself for so long, all of your attention having been on Scud, focusing on teasing him. The first flick of his tongue against your hardened peak has a shaky moan slipping past your lips, the pleasure shooting straight to your core.

Your free hand moves to tangle in his hair, pushing him forwards and practically smothering his face in your tits — not that he minds in the slightest. Soft, pink lips wrap around your nipple, your hand momentarily squeezing his cock at the feeling. Warm, wet heat and suction cloud your mind as Scud sucks like his life depends on it, completely focused on the task at hand.

His free hand comes up to paw at your other breast, rolling and pinching the sensitive bud between his calloused fingertips. To reward him, you pay extra attention to the throbbing head on your next upstroke, dipping your thumb into the slit and smirking as more pre spurts out, gathering it on the pad of your thumb before moving it down to tease the sensitive underside.

You lean your head down and whisper your next words directly into his ear, nibbling the lobe before speaking.

"Cum, sweetheart, make a mess for me."

His lips release your nipple with a soft pop, Scud's head tipping back, lips parting as the bliss of his peak washes over him. Hot spurts erupt from him, his cries becoming breathier and more desperate, body shaking from the intensity. His warm, thick spend coats your knuckles, easing the way further as you work him through his orgasm.

"Such a good boy, my good boy, you did so well, sweet thing."

Scud's body trembles as he comes down from his high, teary eyes blinking open slowly. He gazes up at you, a dopey smile spreading across his flushed face, hand coming up to trace the contours of your jaw, your cheekbones, his touch reverent and soft.

"Thank you, mommy," he whispers, boneless and pliant in your arms.

"Anything for my sweet boy." You press gentle kiss to the tip of his nose, brushing sweaty strands of hair away from his face when you lean back up. "Now, I think it's time to return the favour, don't you?"

They've gotten so much bigger now, defined muscles flexing with every movement, straining and bulging as she does things. She's caught you staring a few times, practically salivating, your eyes glued to her exposed skin.

Each time she notices, you look away so fast she's surprised you haven't gotten whiplash yet, face on fire as you look anywhere but her, desperately avoiding her puzzled gaze.

And to make matters worse, she's started wearing these tight, black tops, ones with no sleeves, ones that leave her arms completely on display for you.

All. The. Time.

It reaches a point where you just can't take it anymore, you can't sit around watching her exist when she looks that good. When her arms look that perfect and that delicious, just waiting to be bitten. So you decide to do something about it.

The slam of the front door being shut lets you know that Maki's home, and you slip out of bed to go find her. She's been working harder missions recently, coming back later and later, normally finding you tucked into bed by the time she gets home.

Tonight, you're dressed the same as you usually are, one of Maki's old, oversized T-shirts draped over your frame. You creep into the living room searching for her, feet padding softly across the floor, one hand coming up to rub the sleep from your eyes.

You find Maki sprawled on the sofa, arms stretched across the back, head tipped back and eyes shut as she sighs from exhaustion. She doesn't notice when you enter the room, her eyes only fluttering open when you're standing in front of her, hands bracing on her shoulders as you straddle her thigh, one of your legs slotting in between hers.

"I missed you," you whisper, not wanting to shatter the peace of the moment.

You press closer when Maki's hands come to rest on your hips, strong arms flexing as her hands squeeze. She exhales, long and slow, like seeing you has instantly drained all the tension from her body. "Missed you more."

You lean in, breath ghosting over her lips, your arms wrapping around her neck. Maki sighs into the kiss, pulling you closer until your bodies are flush. When you pull back, her lips instinctively chase yours, but you don't let her reach you, leaning back and giggling when she growls in frustration.

Your forehead presses against hers, lips barely brushing, breathing each other in. Just as Maki tilts her head to kiss you again, you lean away and press your lips to her shoulder instead, over the material of her top. As usual, she's wearing one of her tight, sleeveless tops, your mouth practically watering as your eyes greedily drink in all of that smooth, defined skin on display. Your thighs clench together, something she definitely feels from where hers is sandwiched in between yours.

She looks at you in surprise, not expecting the sudden move. Your gaze flicks up to meet Maki's, a soft smile on your face as you look up at her, pressing a kiss to her jaw before ducking back down again. You lift her right arm slightly, bringing it closer to your face. Maki lets you move her as you please, mouth tilted in a confused smile as she peers down at you.

The first press of your lips against her skin has her letting out a soft sigh, her free hand resting on your waist, keeping you steady.

"What're you doing, sweetheart?" she questions, arm twitching as you run your lips over her scarred skin.

"Nothing…" Your eyes flick up to meet hers, mock innocence painted over your face before you sink your teeth into her arm.

"The fuck—" Maki hisses and tries to yank her arm away, but your hold doesn't loosen, not letting her pull back. When you release her, you lean back a little to admire the mark you've made, a perfect imprint from your teeth left, purpling around the edges.

"Sorry," you smile sweetly up at her, and for a second she almost believes your act, almost, "your arms just look so good."

"Fuck," she groans, gasping when she feels you grind against her thigh, a tiny movement so subtle you thought she wouldn't notice. But she does, Maki always does.

You've completely soaked through your panties at this point, clit throbbing as you continue to lavish her arm with attention. She smirks at you, her free hand gripping your hip tightly and pulling you harder against her thigh as she tenses it, bouncing her leg a little.

Your nails dig into her skin and you cry out, your needy cunt desperately searching for friction. Maki can tell you’re getting close, so she uses her grip on your hip to still your movements, kissing you softly when you whine in protest.

She lifts her arm, flexing it for you, smirking as your breath hitches and your jaw drops. Her bicep is covered in hickeys, bite marks littered all over her skin. She squeezes your hip to bring your attention back to her face, and you shudder at the dangerous glint in her eyes.

You crack one bleary eye open to look back at him, your body trembling lightly from the incessant pain that's still sending aches through your body. "What is it?"

Rafe smiles at you, a rare, soft expression that he saves only for you. He places a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, doing it again when your face scrunches adorably, before murmuring in your ear, "Orgasms."

Your jaw drops in shock as you process what he's just said. "Rafe, that's disgusting!" You grimace at him and he laughs, leaning in to try and kiss you before you swat him away. "You're so gross!"

"Please," his hand applies a little more pressure against your cramping abdomen to draw your attention back to it, "promise I'll make you feel better."

"But— what about the blood?"

"You think I care about a bit of blood?" He chuckles, a sharp grin on his face. "I just wanna make you feel good, baby, that stuff doesn't bother me."

Your gaze flicks away from him as you think it over, nervously chewing on your bottom lip. "It's not just a bit, though, it's a lot, and it gets all gross and clumpy and—" You cut yourself off, breathing shakily. "I just don't know… 'm sorry."

"Sweet girl, why're you apologising, hmm? 'Course we don't have to do it, just let me know if there's anythin' I can do to make you feel better, yeah?" He presses one last kiss to your cheek before settling his head back onto the pillow, moulding his body against yours from behind.

Some time later, the cramps return at full force, if not more, the pain so intense that tears start to well up in your eyes, small sniffles escaping you. Rafe is still pressed up behind you, comforting you as much as he can, his heart breaking from seeing you suffer like this and not knowing how to help.

Your body moves, squirming around in Rafe's grip, not able to get comfortable anymore no matter what you do. You choke out a sob, your breath catching in your throat as despair starts to creep in, the pain seeming endless. You inhale shakily as you consider it, before nervously whispering, "Okay."

At the sound of your voice, Rafe's hand stops moving and he lifts his head so he can look at you, brows pinching in confusion. "What was that, sweetheart?"

Your voice is barely a whisper when you respond, so quiet he has to strain to hear you. "I said okay, I'll try it." Heat begins to spread through you as he smiles, slow and sharp, like the cat that got the cream.

He doesn't waste a second, disentangling his limbs from yours before running out of the room. You giggle to yourself, he's so silly sometimes. He comes back, triumphantly holding up a dark red towel. "For the mess, I know you'll get upset if we get blood on the sheets," he explains, coming over to the bed and moving you out of the way so he can spread it out. "And, it's red too, so you won't even see anything."

For you to be comfortable, he knows you need to have it there, otherwise the potential threat of mess will worry you and be constantly on your mind. He wants you to relax. He wants you to feel good, and not worry about anything. He doesn't really think a towel is necessary, after all your blood isn't disgusting or gross to him, and just the thought of the pretty red staining the sheets—

He cuts himself off, shaking his head to clear his mind of thoughts like that. You needed him, and just one look at your face staring expectantly up at him has Rafe jolting back into motion. He adjusts you so you're laying with the towel underneath you; he sees you start to relax almost immediately.

Rafe climbs over you, settling himself between your parted legs and pressing his body weight down onto you just how you like. He sees the hesitancy and slight fear still present in your eyes, and he presses a soft kiss to your temple.

"Breathe f'me, sweet thing, 'm not gonna fuck you, okay? I just wanna touch you, nice 'n slow." His words reassure you, and you relax a little more into the mattress, your body losing some of its tension. "Good girl."

Your clothes come off slowly, your top pulled off first, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the room, followed by your bottoms. Rafe pauses before removing your panties, pulling back a little to drink in the sight of your exposed flesh. When his gaze meets yours it's serious, his next words coming out as a low, rough, murmur. "We're doing this at your pace. You tell me to stop at any time, and I will."

The first press of his lips against yours sends a shudder through your body, your mouths starting to move in a slow, familiar dance. You press yourself closer to him, your arms wrapping around his neck, your chest pushing up against his. Rafe's hands burn a trail of fire down your body, running over your skin, down and down, until they hook in the waistband of your panties.

You freeze, tensing up again, but he doesn't let you say anything, sitting up and yanking them down and off in one fluid motion. A gasp escapes you and your thighs slam together, embarrassment flooding you at the thought of him seeing the mess between your thighs. Rafe pulls his shirt off, throwing it off of the bed before prying your thighs open. He doesn't even look, instead settling back over you, his mouth finding yours again.

The next kiss is messy, the slick sounds of your lips loud in the quiet room. Rafe's lips meet yours, slow and firm, his tongue tangling with yours languidly. Once he feels the tremors in your body subside, his hands start to move again, trailing up your sides until he reaches your breasts, cupping them carefully.

He kneads your tits gently, his eyes locked on your face, cataloguing every reaction as he looks out for any discomfort. He stops immediately when you wince. Your breasts are tender and sore, even the lightest touch painful and uncomfortable against your tender flesh.

Rafe's eyes are filled with nothing but love and worry when he meets your gaze, his hands only cupping you instead of moving now. "Hurts?" He nods sympathetically when you whimper in response, leaning down so he can rest his forehead against yours. "S'okay, baby, I've got you."

His touch is barely there now, supporting them instead of squeezing. Rafe's head dips down, his lips pressing featherlight kisses all over your chest, showering your breasts with love. A soft moan slips from your lips when his tongue brushes against one of your nipples, the touch so soft it causes no pain. Crescent shaped marks form on his shoulders from how hard your nails are digging in as his tongue works over your nipple, the stimulation to your hardened peak sending jolts of electricity through your body and straight to your pussy.

You feel yourself gradually becoming more soaked, and Rafe switches to the other nipple when you begin to arch against his mouth. He gives the same attention to the other side, laving his tongue over you and sucking carefully, painting your skin in his spit.

The tension starts to slip from your body, slowly but surely, the ever-present ache still there but dulled and more manageable.

You peer down at him as Rafe trails his lips down your stomach, planting soft, open-mouthed kisses to your sensitive skin. His large, calloused hands push on your inner thighs, easing them open, exposing you to his gaze. You feel your face heat up as his eyes lock onto your dripping pussy, slick with a mixture of your wetness and your blood.

Embarrassment shoots through your veins, but Rafe's hands continue to hold you open and in place even when you try to squirm away. Is he disgusted? Does he think you're horrifying now? What if he's so grossed out he can't look away? Thoughts rush though your head, any earlier pleasure erased by your sudden panic.

And then your mind goes blank.

Rafe's right hand releases your thigh, trailing down his own body until it reaches his crotch… where he palms himself over the thin fabric of his sweats.

It hits you like a lightning bolt when you realise: oh my god. He actually likes this.

The groan he lets out goes straight to your core as his eyes remain transfixed to your dripping cunt. He watches, enamoured, as a mix of your slick and blood leaks out of you, combining together to make a pretty pink which drips out of you steadily.

His hips jerk against his hand before he manages to rip his gaze away from you, his eyes meeting yours again. "Can I eat you out, baby, please?"

His face falls slightly when you shake your head. "I-I— u-umm maybe not?"

His hand smooths over your thigh as you stutter, squeezing reassuringly. "That's completely fine, sweet girl. I'm gonna touch you now, okay?" You nod, but he tuts in disapproval. His other hand comes up to hold your other thigh, both hands spreading you open. "Words f'me baby, I know you can do it."

"Y-yes, please touch me, please!"

"That's my perfect girl." His lowers his head, laying it on your thigh as his hand moves. Two fingers start to circle your clit and your eyelids flutter shut. Pleasure blooms through your body, a warmth that makes your toes curl and your mouth fall open with a moan.

Your hips instinctively buck up against his hand, arching up in a desperate attempt to increase the friction. You jolt, a violent shiver running through you. "So sensitive, sweetheart, look at you," he coos, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs as he works your swollen nub in tight circles.

You moan and whimper, your pussy practically drooling, but he doesn't let up for a second, his rhythm never faltering. Even though you're squirming from the intense pleasure, you start relaxing, fully this time, your body melting into the mattress as the cramps let up properly for the first time all day.

Rafe's voice is low and rough, dripping with heat when he speaks. "You feelin' better, baby?"

You nod, your eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back against the pillow in bliss. "Mhm, thank you, Rafey."

He chuckles against your thigh, leaving a playful bite to the soft skin. "Never have to thank me, angel. 'S what I'm here for."

Two rough fingers pinch your clit, making your poor, needy hole clench around nothing. "P-please, need your f-fingers!"

He doesn't tease, just sides one finger into your cunt. The stretch of one finger feels massive, and Rafe moans at the feeling, his hips desperately grinding against the mattress. "S-shit," he stutters, "so fuckin' tight, fuck."

You mewl as he crooks his finger, rubbing your clit and G-spot in tandem with each other. Rafe watches his finger, mesmerised, his lips parted and slick with spit as he pants. Each time his finger withdraws from your warmth, it glistens, painted red by your blood.

His eyes are glued to your cunt, utterly transfixed, and he struggles to tear his eyes away.

It only takes a few more gentle curls of his finger and soft rubs to your clit before your cumming all over his hand, stars bursting behind your eyes while your pussy flutters desperately around his digit.

It's messy.

Perfect.

Your thighs tremble as you come down from your high, and Rafe pulls his finger out with a soft schlick, the sound making your cheeks heat. A mixture of blood and your release drools out of your hole and onto the towel underneath you, and you silently thank Rafe for putting it there.

When you glance down at him, you find him holding his finger up in front of his face, staring in awe at the pinky-red slick coating his digit. He grinds desperately against the bed when he sucks the finger into his mouth, moaning so loudly it can only mean one thing. Did he just… cum?

"Rafe— did you—"

He moans around his own finger, eyes fluttering shut as he savours your taste. "Mhm…" he responds, without an inch of shame. He pulls his finger out, instantly zeroing in on your messy cunt, but you slam your legs shut before he gets any ideas. "So sweet," his voice is hoarse and rough, completely wrecked, "best thing I've ever tasted."

You fake a gag, wrinkling your nose in disgust. "You're so disgusting."

He laughs, pinching your thigh playfully. "'M just savouring my girl, is that a crime?"

You swat him away before settling back into the pillows, breathing heavily. Eventually you manage to catch your breath, shooting Rafe an incredulous look as you peer down at him. "My cramps are gone!"

He rests his head on your thigh once more, a smug smirk plastered on his face. He doesn't say "I told you so," though, instead he just grins up at you, all sweet and soft, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "So…same time in an hour?"

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