mitsuya waits gingerly on the side of your bed, carefree smile on his face. he pulls you in gently with secure arms that wrap around you. he kisses all along your navel, hips, and pelvis that’s eye-level with his face. you squirm between his spread legs, and he rubs your side as he gives your soft stomach a final kiss before he’s looking up, purple eyes heady with lust. they look darker than they usually do, dilated and feverish.

his fingers tease along your slit and you can’t help your hips bucking forwards. “can you be good for me, princess?” when you hum an approval, mitsuya’s lazy smile grows wider, grows sharper, his teeth peek through again and he coos, “are you sure? I might get a little mean later. can you handle me when i do?”

your knees wobble at mitsuya’s teasing, his words and fingers that still trace the outline of your folds, that won’t sink their weight inside your cunt or acknowledge the building fire in your tummy and rub your clit, skirting around the small bud cruelly. “mhm. promise ‘suya.” tears brim in your eyes and your legs won’t stop shaking now. you want to so desperately grab his hand and move yourself on them. fuck yourself stupid on his fingers before asking for his dick, and on a normal day, mitsuya would.

he spoils you, his pretty baby, a lot. there’s not much he isn’t willing to do for you, but these days, you feel like he’s been pushing you and your limits a little further. with mean words and a vulgar mouth, knowing that you melt at praise, he ignores your whining and crying, but that just makes you heat up in shame and gush in arousal because at least mitsuya’s giving you attention. then the praises that fall from his lips after you were good and let him have his fun? god, you cum right away at the sweet words.

“yeah?” an eyebrow cocks up and his smile turns into something a little more evil. yanking his hand off your pussy, you bring it up to your mouth and engulf his fingers whole, sliding your tongue between them and slurping up your own juices. mitsuya’s eyes darken until they almost look a deep lavender. they slide down to where you lap up your own mess like a dog. “oh, baby. you want me to ruin you that much?” he pulls you down, right into his lap, and you take his fingers out of your mouth, strings of saliva following him. “wanna get fucked good. you always make me feel so good mitsuya.”

the glint in his eyes and the carnal turn of his lips, the same one you saw when he first asked you about the lingerie, before he’s smashing them onto yours, makes your heart beat. his tongue twists and turns and his teeth gnash into yours but you take it all because it feels good, rubbing your cunt against his bulge to get some friction. “sweetheart, you have no idea what i’m gonna do to you soon.” mitsuya breathes against your lips before he’s falling back on the bed, taking you with him.

draken buys you a saint laurent purse and a pair of thigh socks. he wants you to wear them while he fucks your thighs first before he fucks you. also eats you out and likes the feeling of his head being crushed

your soft thighs look heavenly in the black thigh high socks he bought you. some fat pillows out above the hem, and if draken’s being honest, he’s hard and twitching at the sight. “ken. eyes up here.” you’re glaring at him waiting to see your other present, which is taking longer than you’d like because he won’t stop staring at your legs. “i wanna see what else you bought me.” he sighs and puts down the box in his arms, white and wrapped in a pretty red bow.

you undo the knot. squealing when you open the box. “ken, baby. you got me a saint laurent purse? and it’s in black too. baby, how’d you know i’ve been wanting one for months…” and you ramble on about how it matches this one outfit you like wearing when you both go out, but draken doesn’t really register your words because his eyes went back to your thighs. that are jiggling now. each time you happily hop on the bed or try on the purse and pose, asking him how you look, your thighs follow your body’s movements and fucking jiggles.

when the top of your socks start to curl into itself because of how fat your thighs are, draken decides he has enough. tackles you and dives right into your pussy, legs dangling over his shoulders as you exhale an “oof.” “ken… what the fuck?” your head lifts up to stare at him, but he has half a mind to worry, not when he can finally kiss, nip, and bite at your thighs like he’s been wanting to since you’ve slipped the cotton on. he rubs along your clothed slit, timed with a harsh nibble, taking care to rub soft circles on where your clit hides, and your hips start bucking.

a wet patch stains the fabric. draken smirks. yeah, this is exactly what he wanted. he suckles on your clit through your panties, the little bud starts to harden and rise out of its hood. you gasp and your body tenses up, but you don’t come, not yet. draken hasn’t stuck his tongue inside. “there she is. there’s my pretty girl.” he slides your underwear to the side so he can finally lap up your juices, and the groan he lets out when he finally has the sweet nectar on his tongue is nasty, reverberates in your pussy and makes it buzz and tremble.

a rush of slick pours out and draken laps that up too, slurping everything you have to offer. he drinks you up like he’s sipping sweet wine. your legs tense and pull him in further to your cunt, squishes his head between your fat thighs. the only thing he can breathe in is the heady scent of your pussy and the only thing he can taste is your sweet juices. oxygen is getting sparse and his head’s getting a little fuzzy, your cunt has his head spinning because of how thick and rich the smell is, but draken does not care. if he happens to die between your thighs, buried in your cunt, then he wouldn’t mind, thinks that’s a good fucking way to go.

after you cum all over his face and he drinks every drop you spill, he nestles his leaky red dick between your thighs. holds them closed and the back of your knees are back on his shoulders, hooking onto them so you don’t move. you’re still trying to clear the hazy fog in your mind, so you don’t catch all of what he’s saying, only bits and pieces like he’s giving you a break before he finally fucks you. so that’s why you jolt when he starts sliding up and down between your thighs, the veiny underside of his heavy cock catching onto your clit, and no matter how many times you bat his arms or chest, he’s focused on his pleasure.

that’s why you end up cumming within seconds, pussy gushing out a second load of cream, more than the last, still stuck on the euphoria of your first orgasm. even through the squelching of your messy pussy and the slick that’s splattered everywhere, creating more lube for his dick, draken ruts his hips like they have a mind of their own, and maybe it’s true, but instead of his hips, it’s his throbbing cock. that’s why you cum a third time when he keeps going, trying to reach his end too. he squeezes your thighs tighter, practically hugging them, and grunts before his cum shoots out in thick loads around your stomach and chest, some getting landing on your mouth and cheeks.

still stuck in his high, erect cock pulsing angrily while a thin dribble of cum slithers out from his slit, he sinks into you within seconds. doesn’t even give you a chance to breathe or come down from your two climaxes in a row. that’s why you end up squeezing so fucking tight on him. draken’s hips buck into yours for a few seconds while he tries to calm the beating of his dick that’s greedy for your tight cunt. “ken, slow down. be gentle. ‘m sensitive, s’too much.” draken gives your sweaty forehead a quick peck. “i know baby. i’ve got everything from here.”

he’s right there, right there and twitching inside you, dick print heavy against his hand on your stomach. when he pushes down harder, he feels himself shift as he bullies his way into your cervix easily, and your walls have no choice but to part and make way for him as it always does. draken thinks in the back of his mind that after all your fucking, your tiny cunt would get used to his size (it never really does. he’s simply too big). he kisses your drooling mouth, and you know that’s his way of warning you before he pushes your legs to your chest and fucks you how he likes.

mikey tries baking your birthday cake, but he ends up failing so he buys you a store-bought one instead, with a bouquet of flowers.

you look really good right now propped up on the kitchen counter, tense and nervous but in a cute way that makes mikey a little playful, just a little. he wants to push your buttons, unravel the soft exterior of your gentle personality until you’re a quivering mess. he knows he can do it, has done it countless times already. you’re too kind, almost to an unbelievably shocking degree. you agreed to his suggestion without any questions or qualms, naive and gullible as you are, you always respond in this bashful way that makes his fingers twitch. you end up whining when he starts teasing, tears brimming your eyes. mikey’s always been particular about crybabies.

when you act like this, there’s no way he can restrain himself from being a little mean. which is why he’s holding up a knife. if he trails it across your body under the guise of spreading icing, would you flinch from the cold? from the sharp edge? would you moan at the way he licks the icing off? because mikey likes the image of you covered in sweet cream for him to just eat up. he scoops up some up from the cake he bought an hour earlier and spreads the sugary mixture on your tits. the cool metal of the knife makes you flinch. mikey smirks. when he leans down to lick it up, tongue circling your areola, mouth gently sucking the soft skin, you moan. the sound shoots straight to his dick.

“fuck. does that feel good, princess.” you hide your face behind your hands but mikey can smell you, hear your juices squelching. his dick raises to half-mast from the smell and sounds of your drooling pussy. he raises another scoop of icing and spreads it on your stomach this time, slowly licking the thick vanilla flavored frosting. you twitch a little under his tongue, but when he spreads the icing to your inner thighs, so close to where you actually want him but not yet there, your legs twitch. slick starts to pool on the counter and you wantonly moan, legs squirming and folds flexing, desperate to have his dick fill the empty hole.

mikey’s fully hard now, fat dick print straining against his pants, and his dick hurts bulging from his briefs. a bead of precum pools at the tip of his cockhead before breaking off, where it starts to leak a wet patch into the cotton. pulling his head away from the tantalizing smell of your pussy, mikey sees that you still have swatches of icing on your skin. there’s this hazy sheen in your eyes and you look at him entranced, pupils heavily dilated. he thinks you look fucking beautiful, and he wants more, wants to see you ruined from his tongue alone. he finally dips his head between your legs, face right in front of your fluttering pussy.

he coos at the desperate thing. “so greedy for me,” and presses a kiss to your clit. an hour of foreplay and your cunt squelches obscenely at the contact, no matter how light, and a rush of your pheromones dance around mikey’s nose. he groans and laps his tongue acoss your folds, the sweet vanilla of the icing mixing with your sweet nectar. it’s the best damn thing he’s ever eaten. pushing his face deeper, he starts sloppily lapping up your slick, drops of spit and cum plopping down from his chin, his finger rubs tiny circles into your clit. a minute later he sinks his tongue inside your cunt and your hips buck. that tiny pressure in your stomach builds into a large pit and soon it snaps and you cum.

but he’s not done with you. his tongue swirls around your velvety walls as he sucks up all your juices. he pulls back and you whine, hips trying to follow but you stop when you hear his belt buckling, see him pull his girthy cock through the hole in his briefs. he dives face first into your pussy again, resuming the slurps of your slick, the tongue of your bud, and the slight nip he also gives to it. one hand is gripping your thigh and the other is fisting his cock, heavy balls soaked in pre and resting on the floor. “‘m not done with you yet. stay still for me, princess. wanna eat you out til i’m satisfied before i fuck you.”

rindou buys you a choker w/ his name on it

a sharp tug of your choker that’s attached to the leash in rindou’s hand makes your head snap back. he pulls hard enough for you to just get lightheaded, the air flow in your lungs being halved, and for white dots to invade the corners of your eyes. your legs twitch and your pussy spasms on rindou’s cock. when your eyes start rolling back and your tongue lolls out, tears sliding down your cheeks, rindou lets go and you collapse onto the pillow trying to catch your breath. you might look like you don’t enjoy it or that he’s being too rough on you, but the things is, you just came.

your cunt squeezes rindou tight while white rings of cum slide down his dick and your thighs like molasses. trying to shake off the hazy, lust-addled fog in your mind, you think back on why you even have a choker on in the first place. rindou told you earlier today that he loves buying you jewelry, especially when it has his initials on it. fucking you in that same jewelry works him up and gets him hard like no other. like the anklet he bought you last year. said he loves hearing it tinkle in his ear while he has you in a press. then it was the matching earrings where he fucked you on the dining table, biting and nipping and kissing at your ear lobes, whispering how your cunt could only take him, no one else, and how you were his.

next was the chain he bought you last month, gold with a tag that had his initials, coupled with his silver one that had both of your initials on it. he fucked you with both of your chains on that day, his dangling in front your face while he was rutting his hips, tugging at your chain to bring you in for a kiss. the most recent was a ring and a bracelet that had his name engraved into the metal, and now it’s this choker. he told you yesterday that he had a surprise and you were excited. but then you opened up the box and your heart kind of twisted at the bejeweled collar that had his initials engraved and a bell attached.

it was a nice gift but you had a feeling that rindou would do something obscene with it because he’s an insatiable fiend that can’t get enough of your pussy. has said countless times how you look even prettier with his initials on you. first was a smirk and the curve of his eyes, and how he undermined you. “can’t do this for me? that’s a fucking shame because i bought it with you in mind.” which made you feel bad. “cost me a few hundred dollars too.” that made you soften up and you reluctantly put it on. rindou smiled and gave your head a kiss.

said he loved you so much for being so good to him and gave you another kiss on your lips, which deepened as he rubbed his warm hands all over your back, hips, and thighs. pushed you on the bed to continue kissing then slid his fingers into your panties. traced his finger softly along your folds, taking care to rub your clit that made your hips buck and slick trail down your pussy and thighs in thick globs. undid his belt to sink inside you, lips never stopping their caress on your tongue. fucked you with precise strokes aimed at your g-spot and loosened your pussy for him to fuck you harder. you came together after a few more thrusts.

he gave you a breather and flipped you over to fuck you doggy style, and that is when he started tugging on that damn leash. made you cum another time pulling at it before letting go when he felt your walls flutter, and you gushed out an obscene amount of cum, so much that your pussy was still convulsing, head fuzzy from the lack of air and cumming so hard. rindou leaned down and whispered in your ear. “you can keep going, right doll?”

ran gets u a headband w/ cat ears n a cat tail butt plug

“come here, little kitty.” ran is seated on the bed in front of you, legs spread and a smile on his face while you’re kneeled. it’s a little embarassing sitting at his feet with a pair of cat ears on your head, the ridiculous butt plug of the tail digging into you further, as if you’re actually some cat waiting paw and whisker on her owner, and not acting it out like ran promised would be the extent of this session.

he knows you’re a little shy about this, can see it in the way you’re too flustered to look into his eyes, but he’s fucking hard, dick stretching painfully in his tight pants so he needs you to suck up and keep going with his script because he is dead set on petplay tonight. he’s always been aroused by it, and his heart lights up at the way you get fussy and irritated like a cat sometimes. finds it cute that no matter how bratty or mouthy you get, you’ll listen to him in the end because deep down you’re his good little kitty.

that’s why he bought you the cat get up. “what’s wrong, kitten? can’t go through with what you promised?” and he smiles wider because he knows you hate backing down. he crosses his legs and rests an elbow on the propped up leg, head in his hands, adoringly gazing down as he watches you huff and puff and glare up at him. do what you’d like, but you’re nothing more than some disobedient cat who hisses at its owner before submitting to it, and ran will make sure of that by the end of the day.

“no, i never said that i wasn’t gonna do it. just fucking give me some time.” ran’s eyes turn a little dark but that infuriating smile doesn’t leave his face as he cups your chin with his index finger and thumb. “language, love. keep that up and i’m adding an extra orgasm to my count tonight.” you click your tongue again and pull your face out of his grip, missing the tight clench of his jaw, the tense furrow of his brow, and the flinch of his lips that nearly broke his smile.

alright, that’s an orgasm he’s definitely adding down. pets don’t get to disobey their owners without repercussions, but if you can be good for him, he can be the most benevolent and kindest owner you’ll ever have—scratch that because he’s not gonna let anyone else have you, he can be the kindest owner to ever exist. “c’mere.” ran says that with a deep tinge to his voice, letting you know that he’s being serious. he’s done playing around.

you gulp and crawl closer until you’re kneeled between his legs that he uncrossed and opened up for you. oh, ran liked that. liked how you were on all fours for him, but it would’ve been nicer if you kept your head up and eyes trained on him so he could see the flushed, misty sheen of them. he grabs your cheek and strokes it with his thumb, voice touching a deeper tone as he praises you, and the baritone of his voice shoots straight to your cunt. “good kitty. knew you had it in you to be good for me.”

your eyes start trembling in delight and you look down, flustered again. how cute. see how good you can be? see how much you like being praised? if only you could put your pride aside and just let yourself be coddled by him. ran unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants until his long, veiny dick springs out and slaps his stomach, pre leaking from the slit. you take a glance at it before turning your eyes up at him, waiting for his instructions. his smile gets softer and his voice is equally so. “go ahead. take a few licks and take me down your throat.”

raising up on your knees until your mouth is at ran’s cock, you take small kitten licks to test the waters. how fitting. he shivers and his dick twitches in your hand. then you engulf the tip in your mouth sucking in the slightly bitter pre and his legs tremble. when you slowly start sinking down, ran rests a palm on the back of your head and strokes it, scratching at your scalp that makes you moan. his hips buck and he groans at the vibration. when you reach the furthest you could go down comfortably, ran’s smile gets a little smaller.

you raise your eyes up to him, legs squirming. you know that look. whenever you blow him, he’s always too long for you to take, which disappoints him because he thinks you should be able to push yourself further. he usually has a little signal or telltale sign he does that you picked up on. first, it starts with the slow stroke of your head. next, he spreads his hand wide and grips your head. then, he pushes you down. hard. you brace yourself as he slides down until he’s at the back of your throat and then some. face pressed into his pelvis, hips bucking at the warm hole, and a slightly breathy moan, ran brings your head back up again.

now, he starts a process. up and down. breathe in then out, and he eventually goes faster, bobbing your throat to his length, which starts throbbing pretty soon. in the next minute, he cums down your throat, face pressed close to his pelvis so you have no other option than to swallow him or you’ll have it spurt out of your mouth. it takes a while since he’s a little thick in his cum, but you swallow it all, lightheaded and wobbly from lack of air. his grip on your head never fails as he pulls your head back a little so you can open your mouth to let him examine that you swallowed all of him.

the thumb of his other hand swipes a stray sticky strand and pushes it inside your mouth, where you suck his finger and swallow the remaining bit on autopilot. “good kitty.” he finally lets go of your head but quickly grabs your arms to help you up onto your legs. he lays you on the bed, stomach down, and takes off his clothes, while you’re stuck on the bra and panties you started this little session with. he kisses your shoulders, hands rubbing your thighs and ass soothingly before sliding your underwear down as he sinks inside.

he grunts after finally having his cock hugged by your velvety walls, sliding in until he hits your cervix, your sweet spot directly adjacent. you moan and your pussy flutters as ran nudges against the ball of nerves. that tight little band of pleasure grows in your stomach, and he starts a pace, not too slow but not too fast either. just enough to make you feel him in your guts.

ran fucks you from the back with a hand on your nape to keep you still and from jumping away from him, while he pounds your cunt trapped between his hips. occasionally, he pulls the tail in and out from your lubed back hole. meanwhile you drool all over the pillow, shameless moans escaping your lips. you’re absolutely boneless because he’s fucking you stupid exploiting orgasm after orgasm from you, squeezing his hand just a little to get you lightheaded and your pussy spasming.

hakkai lets you try orgasm delay on him w/ a vibrating cock ring

hakkai’s hips jump up and his legs twitch when you put the settings on low, moaning as the buzz of the ring stirs his dick. you sink down until you’re to the hilt, until the ring vibrates on your clit, circling your hips, making sure the silicon ring stays in place. the band in your stomach tightens and gets all fluttery. your pussy contracts on hakkai’s dick so tightly that he can’t help but buck up into your cunt, but he cries harder when a stern “don’t move ‘kai. ‘m close” leaves your lips.

hakkai is always good to you, so he listens. stills his trembling hips in favor of giving you control, even in the face of his own pleasure, and you kiss him for being so good, sitting still as the ring works wonders on your clit, tongue twisting with hakkai’s and gliding along the backs of his teeth. the band in your stomach gets tighter, and hakkai’s so focused on your lips, hands rubbing your hips that he momentarily forgot about the cock ring.

until you turn the settings to the highest vibration, letting it do all the work as you cum, streams of your juices plop down and pool at hakkai’s v line, invading the lines of his abdominal muscles, stomach flexing in time with his twitching, leaky cock that is desperate to cum. he moans and his hips buck up again. that just nudges the ring closer to your clit. you moan at the oversensitivity, but you don’t move away, letting your pussy flutter and finish squirting. you don’t even have the energy to stop hakkai from thrusting into you.

you drop down into hakkai’s arms as he holds you close, sloppy thrusts nudging into that spongy ball here and there, and you’re sensitive enough to cum from just that. seconds after your first one. hakkai’s hips keep pistoning into yours, cock turned an angry red at the restraint put on him. you’re drooling all over his shoulder, burned out from the two climaxes in a row and you finally reach for the remote at the side and press the button that releases his pulsing cock.

even if the ones hurting him was your family, the hatred towards them grew more and more inside of you each day that passed.

the sight of haruchiyo’s restless figure laying on your bed was utterly heart-wrenching. even with his eyes closed, moonlight caressing his pretty face and those scars, none of those features still showed a single hint of serenity.

he was constantly tormented by the eldest of the family’s undying pressure and betrayed by his other sister’s childish behavior; you knew you were the right one for him, for your big brother.

nestling comfortably between his legs, your hands reached for his face before leaning closer to leave a chaste kiss on his lips. haruchiyo’s eyes flew open, blue orbits meeting yours.

“hm… baby,” he muttered, big hands trying to grab your hips but in vain. he was still in a slumber, heavy eyelids closing once again before he could even say another word. the sweet pet name that rolled off his tongue surely did not fail to send shivers down your spine, making you all giddy and soft.

“haru,” you tugged on his shirt, pouting, “wake up.”

despite all your attempts, it was hard to wake your big brother up, especially when he was exhausted coming from a long and tiring day.

you tapped your fingertips lightly on his thighs, and as if he was all ears and currently giving you his devoting attention, you started, “y’know haru…”, you straddled his lap, careful with your every move, “we should run away… from here.”

the man mumbled something, but still didn’t open an eye. you continued your rambling, pretty lashes batting at his sleepy figure while your hand cupped the growing erection in his pants.

“just you n’ me, haru,” you whispered, “i will give you everything you want. fuck me however and whenever you want.”

tears streamed down your face, the pain became too uncontrollable to bear as your started rubbing yourself against your brother’s pulsating bluge.

you heard him groan in his sleep “hah— haru,” you cried, “wanna treat you so, so good. ‘m your good little sister. the only one for you, right?”

you held onto his shoulders and rolled your hips, earning more friction from your clothed sex. it just felt so fucking good, you couldn’t help but grind faster on your brother’s bulge while he was still asleep.

a breathy moan escaped your lips, and that’s when haruchiyo finally woke up, eyes fixated on your pretty figure above him, desperately trying to get off on his erection.

“fuck, baby,” he gasped, hips bucking upwards against the pulsating core between your legs. when haruchiyo finally looked at your face, he saw stars sparkling into your eyes. he held your hips, suddenly flipping you over and hovering over your body.

“shh, ‘s okay, pretty,” he cooed, thumbs caressing your cheeks but doing their best to avoid wiping your tears away. there was just something about the way you looked at him like he was your whole world, tears in your eyes and sobbing— that turned him on.

“haru…” you bit your lip, raising an arm in an attempt to reach for his face, “wanna run away with you. you’re the best brother i could ever have,” you whined, rubbing your thighs together, “want to be with you forever.”

“gonna let your big brother fill you up first, yeah?” he muttered, undressing you with so much care and love, just like the way you always treated him.

you nodded at his statement, letting him take off your clothes until you found yourself naked underneath your dearest brother.

the way haruchiyo glanced at you while pressing wet kisses all over your collarbone, was a loving look nobody else was blessed enough to have but you.

and truth be told, your body and soul belonged to your big brother only.