Mochi

the dark haired man grins slow, slimy as the expression oozes onto pink lips. he instinctively tips his head back to make room for your teeth that hungrily scrape his neck and your nose that inhales his scent like it’s some kind of drug. you wiggle against his lap, slicker and slicker over him by the second he’d think you were in heat. “yeah?” fushiguro sighs, syrupy and content. “daddy said it’s okay?”

“is what okay?”

yuuji appears in the living room, three glasses of cool iced tea captured between dexterous fingers. he sets them down a safe distance so your happy little tail doesn’t knock them over.

“look daddy, ‘m helpin’,” the way you blink over at him is slow, dazed as you ride fushiguro’s throbbing erection. you rock your hips as though guided by the motion of calm waters, washing over the man beneath you and drowning him in your essence like it is a reward. something to be cherished. if he didn’t know any better — he might mistake your pouty lips and glassy gaze as teasing. “bein’ a good friend.”

the pink haired man scratches behind your pointed puppy ears proudly, grinning as your hips involuntarily buck against his friend’s. megumi’s breathing cracks, fragile and almost whimpery and his palms come down to smack against your ass through frilly bloomers. “good girl, such a good girl. lift your hips, c’mon. lemme see…” he coos, voice a warm blend of honey and cinnamon — running through your system and glazing over that part in your brain which controls your pleasure. “you enjoyin’ helping megumi?”

“so much, feels good. see?” you raise yourself off of him, strings of heavy arousal tying your pussy and your tail to the outline of fushiguro’s dick. it wags obediently, the fluffy appendage now heavy and obscenely wet.

the scent of you curls in the summer air, stuffy and enticing. “keep going for me,” yuuji half groans, guttural and proud. “you make gumi cum like this and i promise you’ll get a reward.”

you like the sound of that, swivelling your hips in sinful circles and spreading your slick across the very obvious bulge beneath megumi’s sweats. his shaft sits comfortably between your clothed folds, nestled against your clit lovingly.

“f-fuck… fuck, puppy,” megumi exhales shallowly, breath cracking open with lust. from both being observed and used. “such a good girl for your daddy, huh?”

“isn’t she just perfect?” yuuji muses, sinking into the love seat across the way. legs spread, cock kicking to life at the sight of his two favourites absolutely ruined.

megumi nods dumbly, rose rouge blooming across his cheeks whilst he guides you back and forth on top of him, an orgasm crackling in the tension-thick air. “most perfect puppy ever,” he swallows.’“prettiest puppy and puppycunt ever.”

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Levi is such a closeted disgusting pervert. The type to steal your dirty panties and smell em, lick em, suck the crotch while he fucks his hand like his life depends on it. The type to use magic to find a way to get a perfect X-ray view of your pussy and make a fleshlight of you. The type to have a commissioned anime style body pillow of you, one side normal, just you all perfect and wonderful, and the other side raunchy, you on your stomach looking back at him over your shoulder, ass up and cute pussy on display, thighs shiny. He’ll even eventually cut and sew a satin lined pocket to the inside so he can fuck ‘your’ pussy. The type to buy even the most amateur hentai games, all because you can customize the mc and love interest character and he makes them look like you and him, down to the very last detail. So what if some are the highest of qualities, with perfect shiny renders and amazing physical 3D rigging, and others so shitty they lag and freeze? He still gets off to those images of you speared on ‘his’ cock, a monsters, a tentacle, a pistoning dildo, coating the underside of his gaming desk in cum, cum that he 70% of the time is too blissed out to remember he should clean off, so it’s mega disgusting down there. He ventured into ‘gross’ hentai long before he met you but he always felt gross about it. But the moment you showed up, the next time he’d watched one, you immediately came to mind, and it was so much better than any other times he’d watched one. When you two start to get closer and you show an interest in his hobbies, he stops going for the more ‘vanilla’ series, instead watching one’s with piss kinks, mind control, step siblings, monsters, and every time thinking about you. How he’d beg any higher power who might listen to such a gross degenerate that he be allowed to touch you.

But he’d never dare do anything that would ruin the friendship he’d built so diligently. He’d done everything right, every move was calculated. He needed to be your best friend.

He’d never risk that.

Until he got too careless one night. He’d forgot to lock his door. You coming over at the darkest hours of night is a common and welcome occurrence, but not now. He hears you call his name, having only had one ear bud in. You open his door and his mind goes foggy. He can’t think, can’t do anything but stare at you as your eyes move around the room, from the bottles of lube on the floor, to several pairs of your panties, to the body pillow all bunched and covered in so much cum you could barely make it out but you can see that it’s you, to the several fleshlights so full of cum that he’d have to stop with one and pick up another and now they’re leaking cum in loads, all strewn across his shiny tile floor.

Your eyes widen and your lips close in what’s probably fear. You shift one foot back he’s acting before he can even think to. His horns and tail materialize so quickly the magic cracks audibly like a whip. His tail is so much longer than it should be, than it usually is, and it wraps around you in hardly a second. Then he’s on you, pushing you against the door. His head finally lets him focus and he can hear his computer. He must’ve moved it so fast it tore the ears buds from the speaker, and now the character on screen is moaning loudly. He sees your eyes look at the monitor and see them crying and pushing at the player character. Levi growls and his eyes glow brightly as his pupils shrink to slits. He’s moving so fast, you’re away from the door and by his desk in a flash.

He picks you up and slams you so hard on his desk the keyboard cracks in two, the space bar having been pressed just before it broke, pausing the video, effectively cutting its sound. You whimper at the feeling of the keys harshly pressing into your skin, and Levi acts ‘kindly’, pushing your thighs up, ripping the ruined tech from under you and throwing it to the floor. You go to open your mouth but his hand is on your face quickly. Your lips are covered, cheeks pinched by his thumb and fingers, nails pressing dangerously close to breaking skin.

“Don’t…say, a word.” His fluorescent orange eyes stare at you through purple lashes before he lifts his head. You can see a sneer on his lips, several of his teeth now long and sharp. His voice is almost raspy. “Well, now you know. Now you know how much of a disgusting, horrible person I am. Thinking of you this way, doing all of this while thinking of you.” You whimper hotly behind his hand. “You weren’t supposed to ever know. This is your fault.” He picks you up by your ass and you feel his cocks on your thigh, sticky and hot, getting all over you and your really short sleep shorts. He crosses his room to where his quite large tv is, and drops you on a makeshift bed, a cheap mattress with tons of random duvets, cushions, and pillows. You wince, both at the drop, and at the large amounts of stickiness that touches your skin.

“It’s your fault you saw it…and it’s your fault I’m like this.” He picks up a remote, turning on the tv. There’s already a disc in the player, and if the menu art is anything to go by, you want out.

A girl, plush and fat like you, many features like you, crying on the mc’s dick, plunged so hard in her she’s squirting. The title is pink and bubble letters, with its secondary title smaller, sharper, harsher below it, clueing anyone in on the type of thing this truly is. You see the menu and try to claw your way off the tangle of bedding.

Levi tackles you and you both wrestle, ending in you caged to him, back to his front, your arms held back, your legs forced open and held by his. His free arm wrapped around to your front, hand holding the remote precariously, fingers spread on your soft stomach as he feels it rise and fall with each shuddered breath.

“Why are you trying to run? You came into my room without asking, and now you want to leave?” The tv sounds with the small chime of the remote moving over different selections before the screen goes black as Levi made his choice. He drops the remote to the side. His breath is heavy and hot in your ear and he’s shifting behind you, slippery strange cocks nestling between your cheeks.

It starts almost immediately, the sounds of sex, whimpers, cries, and the mc’s heavy breathing. The girl is just as she was on the menu, but now animated expertly. Her eyes are crossed, a glowing pink haze that’s easy to understand. The mc’s laughter makes sense now. She’s mind controlled, responding to everything he’s saying. Levi’s hand creeps into your shorts and plays with your pussy impatiently. He wants to get to the good stuff.

There’s a flash back, they’re best friends, but he’s hiding his true feelings and depravity, and when she rejects his feelings he already has plan B ready to go. It took mere minutes for her to be on her back, wet, legs spread, clothes discarded. He’s tossing commands with no remorse, telling her to tell him he’s so big, that she loves his cock, that she wants all of his cum, that shes just a thing to use and abuse.

It’s hard to ignore leviathan’s finger breaching your hole. You’re wet, but it still was a surprising, unwanted sensation. Whether he’s lucky or he knew exactly what to look for, he bumps something that has you jolting in his lap, and he proceeds to keep at it. It’s late late at night, no one in the house is awake. It’s just the two of you, and the door is shut. No one can hear you, they can’t even hear the tv despite how loud levi lets it play.

Levi knows how this episode goes, the mc makes her cum so hard she pisses herself and he wants to make you do it. Why shouldn’t he humiliate you, you barged in and embarrassed him. It’s his turn now.

His tail curls before pushing in beside his fingers. While his fingers pull you closer and closer to your peak, his tail bullies it’s way into your cervix while bending to put pressure on your walls. Your cries turn to full blown tears and full body shakes. His fingers and tail retreat and you look over your shoulder. The blue ambient lights reflect in your tears. You’d hoped he’d be stopping but by the look on his face he’s no where near done.

His tail winds down on it self, making itself thicker before pushing back in, while his fingers toy with your clit. You try so hard to free your arms, to move your legs. “Please, please I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to see anything!” The tv answers you.

‘It’s too late now!’

The girls cries are louder than your hiccuped sobs but Levi knew just what he was doing. Fingers rubbing your clit so fast your hips lift off of his and you’re squirting. In time with the hentai on screen. Levi’s breathing so heavy in your ear, and he’s glad you’re so overstimulated and out of it.

His cocks are already searching for your cunt so he shoves you forward and hikes your ass up. You look just like his body pillow, but you’ll feel so much better. His cocks want in you so bad that he can’t stop himself. He’s pulling your shorts down so fast they tear at the seam. The hitched cry in your throat hurts more that his hips knocking yours.

Finally. Finally, he gets to feel you. You’re so hot and tight, he collapses over you. Hes cumming hard, shuddering so much it shakes you. He’s not even waiting a moment before humping you. He just wants to fill you. His hand shakily fumbles for yours before grabbing it.

You interlock your fingers for some sense of stability but you’re pulled back by your arm. You see him behind you. Your view is Levi, smirk all teeth, eyes bright orange and lidded. His view is you, soft skin, cute expression, this is exactly how he saw you every time he fucked that pillow. Now he wants you in every position he’d had you in in those hentai games. But for now he’s focused on making you feel everything he’s felt for you.

You were everything to him. He knows he’s being rough but you need to know. You need to understand what you are to him. His best friend, the love of his life, his Henry…his mate to fuck and breed.

He pulls you up to his chest. Now with you so close he’s losing his mad facade and openly moaning in your ear. His thighs are trembling with each slap into yours and he kisses the away the whimpers that bubble up your throat. This is perfect. It wasn’t the perfect start but that’s fine! He still gets to experience this with you.

Levi’s pace stutters and he widens his legs for a better stance before he slows down and makes his thrusts harder. The tentacles that make up his dick have unwound and are trying desperately to stay in you. It takes a single well time clench off your cunt around him that has him moaning so desperately as he cums inside you.

His fingers rub your clit harshly and quickly pull your orgasm through your entire body.

When his cocks have finally let you go inside, Levi let’s you fall forward onto the bed. But he spots his cum leaking from your lips. He remembers one last thing he wants to do.

He hurriedly flips you over and settles between your legs. He doesn’t give you a moments rest before he’s eating you out. He wants to pleasure you sure, but he’s mainly collecting your combined cum in his mouth. Then he moves up your body, grabs your face. And prods open your lips with his thumb. He kisses you messily and feeds his cum into your mouth. You wince and cry out and his moans start growing.

He slows and starts moving your body to lay down with him and notes how you don’t even cringe at how wet and covered the sheets are. He turns off the tv and looks at how your eyes reflect the ocean ceiling in his room. They’re fluttering closed and your chest is finally slowing to a normal rise and fall rhythm.