Crusty Anime Boy Central

you should’ve known shidou wasn’t bluffing. for three days, he’d been unbearably smug, humming to himself while texting nonstop, flashing that devil’s grin every time you asked what he was up to.

now, standing in the doorway of an upscale hotel suite with floor-to-ceiling windows and way too many unfamiliar shoes scattered by the door, you had your answer. “you’re kidding me,” you whispered.

“nope.” shidou’s hand settled on your lower back, guiding you in with the casual confidence of someone who just ordered takeout for a party of twenty-and-more. “told you i’d make it happen, princess.”

five heads turned toward you. isagi, reo, nagi, hiori and nanase lounged around the suite like they were waiting for a team meeting instead of… this. some looked amused, some nervous, but all of them glanced at you with the same spark of curiosity.

“yoichi, don’t look like that,” shidou called, grinning as isagi immediately flushed. “i told you she’s into it.”

isagi rubbed the back of his neck. “i just… didn’t think you were serious.”

“you’ll get used to it,” reo said smoothly, rising from his seat with an easy smile. “ryusei’s insane, but he delivers.” his gaze slid over you, appreciative but not crude. “you really okay with this?”

every eye was on you now. even nagi, who barely seemed awake, lifted his head to watch your answer. you swallowed, heat rising to your cheeks. “i… yeah. i wouldn’t be here if i wasn’t.”

“good girl,” shidou murmured in your ear, biting your earlobe before pulling away to address the room. “you heard her. no nerves, boys. she’s all yours as long as i get a front-row seat.”

nanase cleared his throat softly. “this feels… intense.”

“that’s the point,” hiori said with a shy laugh, though his eyes stayed fixed on you like he couldn’t help himself.

the air shifted. reo stepped closer first, tilting his head. “we’ll take it slow,” he promised, voice soft enough for you alone. “just tell us if it’s too much.”

you nodded and then shidou shoved you lightly toward them, grinning like a proud handler showing off his prize. “go on. she’s perfect. you’ll see.”

reo’s hands were warm as he caught you by the waist, steadying you. “relax,” he murmured, eyes searching yours. “let us take care of you.”

isagi joined him hesitantly, hovering until shidou made an impatient noise. “she doesn’t bite,” shidou teased, “but i do if you keep wasting time.”

that broke the tension. isagi’s hand brushed your cheek, his expression softening into something almost reverent. “you’re really okay with this?” he asked again.

you smiled despite yourself. “i’m okay.”

that was all he needed. his mouth met yours in a tentative kiss, careful and unhurried, as if he had all night and you supposed he did. reo’s lips found your shoulder at the same moment, warm breath trailing over your skin, while hiori and nanase hovered close, taking cues from your every reaction.

nagi finally pushed himself up from the couch, lazy gaze sweeping over you. “this seems like work,” he muttered, but then his hand slid over your hip and lingered, contradicting his words. “pretty, though.”

the laugh you tried to stifle turned to a gasp as isagi deepened the kiss, cradling your jaw while reo’s fingers teased the hem of your top. shidou leaned against the wall, arms crossed, grinning like the devil himself.

“that’s it,” he called. “warm her up for me. don’t be shy.”

clothes began to vanish. yours first, guided by gentle hands and reverent touches. isagi kissed down your throat while reo eased your top off, his fingertips brushing the sides of your breasts enough to make you shiver. hiori’s lips brushed your arm in soft, exploratory kisses, while nanase lingered lower, tracing circles at your waistline like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to go further. even nagi, unhurried as ever, let out a low hum when you arched toward his touch.

they treated you like porcelain, almost too careful, until you tugged reo’s wrist and whispered, “you can be rougher.”

the look on his face told you he’d been waiting for that. “say no if it’s too much,” he breathed, before sliding your skirt down in one motion.

you barely had time to nod before reo’s mouth replaced his hands on your inner thigh, lips grazing higher with each kiss. isagi captured your lips again, deeper this time, while nagi’s lazy fingers toyed with your nipple, rolling and pinching enough to make you moan into isagi’s mouth.

“fuck,” shidou muttered appreciatively from his spot. “you boys are naturals.”

hiori finally grew bold enough to kneel by the couch, kissing down your calf and up to your knee, while nanase leaned in to press his lips to the other, his shy touch trembling against your skin. they worked in sync without even meaning to. warm lips and wandering hands, every inch of you worshipped at once. then reo’s tongue found the damp heat between your legs. your hips jerked and isagi swallowed your moan with his own groan, as if the sound alone turned him on.

“god, you taste good,” reo murmured against you before diving back in, his tongue circling your clit in firm, deliberate strokes that made your thighs shake.

nagi leaned down lazily, catching your other nipple in his mouth while his fingers pinched the first, earning another desperate sound from you. hiori moved higher, kissing along your thigh until he was brushing against reo’s shoulder, eyes wide with awe. “can i…?” he asked softly.

“go ahead,” reo said without looking up.

hiori’s mouth joined his, tentative at first, licking slow stripes where reo wasn’t, while nanase kissed along the sensitive crease of your hip. you were drowning in heat. too many sensations, too many mouths, fingers, and soft praises whispered against your skin.

“doing so good,” isagi murmured against your lips. “you feel incredible.”

“fuck, she’s shaking already,” reo added, voice husky. “shidou, your girl’s unreal.”

shidou’s laugh was sharp. “don’t get attached. you’ve still got twenty more to share with.”

your orgasm hit fast and hard with reo and hiori sucking at you in tandem, nanase’s lips trailing fire at your hip and nagi’s teeth grazing your nipple. you cried out, clutching isagi’s shirt as your back arched, but they didn’t stop as they drew it out until you were gasping for breath, the world spinning around you. when they finally eased back, you were trembling, slick and wrecked and barely aware of your own voice whispering, “more…”

shidou straightened with a grin sharp enough to cut. “oh, you’ll get more, princess. this was just warm-up.” you barely had time to catch your breath before the sound of the suite door unlocking broke through the haze. shidou straightened from where he’d been leaning on the wall, his grin wicked. “round two’s here,” he announced.

bachira came bouncing in first, followed by chigiri’s easy stride, kunigami’s broad shoulders, kurona’s cool smile and kiyora’s sharp gaze. their chatter cut off when they saw you sprawled on the couch. you were flushed, skirt gone, skin kissed raw and the first wave surrounding you like worshippers.

“holy shit,” bachira laughed, eyes sparkling. “you weren’t kidding.”

“damn,” chigiri murmured, lips curling. “shidou really did it.”

kunigami glanced at you, concern flashing before desire took over. “is she—?”

“she’s perfect,” shidou interrupted, motioning them forward. “don’t waste time with questions. you’ll see.”

the new arrivals didn’t hesitate long. bachira practically pounced, dropping to his knees beside the couch with that feral grin. “hi pretty. mind if i taste?”

you barely had time to nod before his mouth replaced reo’s, eager and messy, tongue plunging deep as if he planned to drink you dry. hiori gasped at the sudden boldness and shuffled back, giving him room.

“fuck,” shidou muttered appreciatively. “that’s my kind of energy.”

chigiri knelt on the other side, pressing feather-light kisses along your ribs while his fingers slid over your stomach, teasing your oversensitive skin. kunigami and kurona moved behind the couch, leaning down to kiss your neck and shoulders, while kiyora crouched at your feet, eyes gleaming with quiet intent as he traced his fingertips up your calf. bachira groaned into you, unbothered by the wet mess he was making, his tongue relentless. you felt yourself twitching already, overstimulated but craving more and the laugh bubbling from shidou’s throat told you he loved every second.

“look at her squirm,” kurona murmured, kissing a path up your throat. “feels good, doesn’t it?”

“better than good,” you gasped, hips jerking as bachira sucked at your clit like he was trying to bruise it.

chigiri’s lips found your nipple, drawing a sharp moan from you as his tongue flicked teasingly, while kunigami’s large hand slid down your stomach to hold you still for bachira’s mouth. kiyora finally leaned in, replacing his fingers with his lips on your ankle, trailing slow, deliberate kisses higher and higher, like he wanted you to feel every inch of the journey.

“you’re unreal,” chigiri murmured against your skin. “can’t believe shidou’s letting us touch you.”

“letting you?” shidou scoffed. “i’m sharing. don’t forget who’s in charge.”

you barely heard him when bachira’s tongue swirled just right, and your second orgasm ripped through you, sharp and fast, leaving you crying out into kunigami’s shoulder. but bachira didn’t stop. none of them did.

“think she’s ready for more,” kiyora said, voice calm but eyes bright as he kissed up to your knee. “not just mouths.”

“dibs,” bachira said immediately, pulling back with his chin glistening.

shidou’s laugh was quiet and pleased. “settle it however you want. just keep her happy.”

kunigami lifted you easily, settling you across his lap as if you weighed nothing, his thick fingers spreading you open. “still okay?” he asked softly, searching your face even as his own cheeks flushed red.

“yes,” you whispered, breathless. “please.”

bachira wasted no time sliding into you, deep and fast, groaning like he’d been waiting his whole life. “holy shit, your pussy’s gripping me so good,” he panted, hips snapping with frantic energy. his hands gripped your thighs, keeping you spread for everyone to watch.

chigiri kissed you to swallow your moan, his tongue sweet and slow in contrast to bachira’s rough thrusts. kunigami’s lips found your neck while his big hand held you steady, murmuring praise against your ear.

kurona leaned close, voice rough. “you like being watched, huh? everyone staring while you take him like that.”

the filthy truth spilled out before you could stop it. “yes.”

“good girl,” kiyora murmured from the floor, his hand stroking your calf while he watched bachira pound into you, eyes sharp and calculating like he was memorizing every reaction.

you came again, clenching hard around bachira and he swore loudly, burying himself deep with one last thrust before spilling into you, forehead dropping to your shoulder with a pleased groan.

“move,” chigiri said smoothly, sliding in before you even had time to recover. his pace was slower, more deliberate, each thrust hitting deep as he kissed you like a lover, lips soft and lingering. “so beautiful,” he whispered. “you’re taking us so well.”

kunigami groaned against your neck, his free hand slipping under your thigh to lift you higher, giving chigiri a better angle. kurona and kiyora were still watching intently, the quiet heat in their gazes somehow more overwhelming than the frantic pace of the first wave. by the time chigiri was done with you, you were trembling, voice hoarse from moans you couldn’t control.

“ready for another?” kurona asked softly, brushing your hair from your damp forehead.

you nodded, dazed. he slid into you next, calm and steady, holding your gaze as he rocked into you with precision, like every stroke was measured to make you gasp. his lips brushed your temple as he whispered, “tell me if it’s too much.”

“it’s perfect,” you breathed.

kiyora was last, his movements calculated and sharp, each thrust hitting just right, his hand firm on your hip to keep you still as his mouth captured your nipple. “so responsive,” he murmured against your skin. “no wonder shidou’s obsessed.”

when he pulled out, you were wrecked and shaking, lips kiss-bruised, skin marked from hands and mouths. shidou sauntered over with a satisfied grin, crouching in front of you to cup your face.

“still breathing?” he teased.

“barely,” you rasped and he laughed, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“good. you’re gonna need that stamina, princess. we’re not even halfway.” shidou had barely finished speaking as the door flew open.

rin didn’t wait for an invitation. he even dared pushing shidou aside and grabbed your chin, forced your gaze up to him. “open your mouth,” he ordered, voice flat but tense, like a warning. shidou only laughed under his breath, clearly entertained by rin’s complete lack of patience.

ness wasn’t as bold, hovering just behind rin, blue eyes locked on your lips. his fingers fidgeted with the hem of his shirt before he let it drop entirely and crouched down, almost shy, beside you. “can i—” he started, but you didn’t even get the chance to answer before rin’s thumb pressed against your tongue, silencing anything you could have said.

“she doesn’t need you to ask,” rin muttered without looking at him, shoving two fingers into your mouth, knuckles pressing to your lips. “just fucking do it.”

you gagged, not because you wanted to pull away but because rin pushed too deep too fast and that’s when karasu crouched on your other side, his grin sharp. “look at her trying to be good.” his hand slid under your shirt like it belonged there, calloused palm squeezing your breast while his thumb brushed over your nipple. “pretty thing can’t even breathe.”

“stop teasing,” raichi barked from behind, voice thick with something close to jealousy. his zipper was already down and the sound of fabric shifting told you exactly what he was doing. “get her ready.”

“she’s already ready,” otoya interrupted, leaning against the wall like this was the most casual thing in the world. but when his eyes dragged down your body, his jaw tightened, and his teasing smile darkened into something sharper. “shidou wasn’t kidding about how sweet you’d be.”

yukimiya was the only one who knelt without rushing, his hands firm but deliberate as he tugged your shorts down your thighs. “hold still, angel,” he murmured, voice smooth as silk, fingers brushing the inside of your knee. “let’s make this look good.”

rin yanked your head back by your hair, spit in your mouth and smirked when you swallowed like you were starving for it. “good girl,” he muttered, almost to himself, before pressing his lips to yours with bruising force. ness’s breath hitched watching, his own hands shaking as he reached for your waist hesitant, until karasu grabbed his wrist and shoved it down between your thighs. “feel how wet and full she is,” karasu whispered against his ear, voice dripping amusement. “don’t be shy.”

you moaned around rin’s tongue when ness’s fingers brushed over you, gentle at first, then firmer when karasu guided him. yukimiya’s mouth replaced his hand on your breast, lips wrapping around your nipple, sucking until you gasped loud enough for raichi to curse from behind you.

“enough fucking around,” raichi growled. you heard his footsteps before you felt his hands on your hips, hauling you up onto your knees. “rin, move.”

“make me,” rin shot back, but he finally let you go, though not without nipping your lower lip hard enough to sting.

“someone’s impatient and possessive,” otoya drawled amused, but his gaze was fixed on you like he was already imagining how you’d look falling apart.

raichi shoved inside you in one hard thrust, making you cry out, nails clawing at the floor. yukimiya didn’t stop kissing your chest even as you jerked forward, and ness’s soft gasp turned into a strangled sound when karasu wrapped a hand around his throat from behind. “watch close,” karasu purred, lips brushing his ear. “see how messy she gets?”

rin crouched in front of you again, unzipping his own pants this time. “open up again,” he ordered. when you obeyed without hesitation, his eyes flicked darker, pleased. “yeah. that’s better.” and plunged his cock into your throat.

the room filled with obscene sounds. your muffled moans around rin, the slap of raichi’s hips, yukimiya’s low hum of approval as he bit your nipple, karasu’s laugh when ness’s face flushed scarlet. otoya finally moved from the wall, circling behind karasu to shove him forward. “don’t hog her,” he said casually, but his voice was tight with need.

karasu pulled ness closer until his chest pressed to your back, one hand still at his throat while the other groped your ass, spreading you wider for raichi’s brutal pace. “you’re gonna fall in love with her, pretty boy,” karasu teased him, even as his own breathing grew rough. “she’s got that kind of—” he cut himself off with a groan when you clenched down hard around raichi and squirted some juices on his abs.

rin’s free hand tangled in your hair, pulling tight as he fucked your mouth faster. “eyes on me,” he snapped, voice commanding and dangerous. “don’t look at them. just me.”

yukimiya finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, chest rising and falling quick. “she’s perfect,” he murmured, almost reverent, before leaning down again this time lower, tongue flicking over where raichi’s cock disappeared into you, making you choke around rin.

“holy shit—” raichi’s voice cracked, hips stuttering before he forced his rhythm steady again.

“someone get ready to take over,” otoya said, rolling his neck like he had all the time in the world, but there was nothing casual about the way he was palming himself through his jeans. “she’s not walking out of here tonight.”

raichi groaned your name as his thrusts grew rougher again, sweat dripping down his temple. yukimiya stayed crouched low, licking up every drop of slick that escaped around raichi’s cock, tongue tracing the sensitive seam of your ass until your knees shook. “relax for me, angel,” he murmured against your skin, the soft lilt of his voice completely at odds with how filthy his mouth was being.

rin yanked your head back off his cock, lips shiny with spit, just long enough to sneer at raichi. “move before you cum like an idiot.”

raichi snarled but obeyed, pulling out with a wet sound and giving your ass a sharp smack. “fuck! someone better take care of her,” he muttered, chest heaving.

karasu shoved ness forward with a wicked grin. “your turn, rookie. don’t make her wait.”

ness’s cheeks were crimson, eyes blown wide as he eased down behind you. his hands trembled a little when he spread you open, taking in the messy mix of spit and cum coating you. “she’s… so warm,” he whispered, almost like he forgot anyone else was there.

“stop staring and put it in,” otoya said lazily, though his gaze was locked on you with razor-sharp focus.

ness pushed into you slowly, breath hitching as your walls clenched around him. “oh—oh my god,” he stammered, hips stuttering.

“steady, pretty boy,” karasu drawled, crouching next to you to meet your eyes. “don’t blow already. she likes it when you make her cry first.” his hand closed over your throat, just firm enough to make your pulse spike as he guided your head toward rin’s cock again. “open.”

you obeyed, lips parting, and rin pushed back into your throat without hesitation, groaning at the way you swallowed him down. “that’s it. good girl. keep it up.”

behind you, yukimiya leaned lower, licking a stripe from your clit to the tight pucker of your ass, making you jolt so hard ness groaned at the sudden squeeze. “relax,” yukimiya said smoothly, his tongue circling slow and deliberate until you melted under the attention. “let me in, angel.”

“holy fuck,” otoya muttered under his breath, watching yukimiya’s mouth work you open. “that’s too hot.” he finally stepped forward, unzipping with one hand, the other tangling in your hair beside rin’s. “scoot over, rin. share.”

rin bared his teeth like he might argue, but he let go, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as otoya slid his cock between your lips. “look at me,” otoya ordered softly, voice far darker than his usual teasing tone. “keep your eyes right here while you suck.”

ness found his rhythm, thrusts deep but careful, each stroke making your slick drip down your thighs, and yukimiya hummed low as he buried his tongue in your ass. the obscene wet sounds drove everyone wild. karasu’s hand never left your throat, his thumb stroking absently as he leaned close to whisper, “you’re taking him so well. bet you’re gonna let us wreck every hole tonight, huh?”

you moaned around otoya’s cock, the vibration making his hips jerk. “shit,” he breathed, tightening his grip on your hair. “keep doing that.”

yukimiya finally pulled back just enough to spit on you, then pressed his tongue right back in, working you loose until karasu’s grin sharpened. “she’s ready for two,” he announced. “someone get up here.”

rin crouched down again, eyes glinting with challenge. “move, ness.”

“wait—” ness’s voice cracked as he tried to keep his pace steady. he clearly didn’t want to stop, but karasu grabbed his hips and yanked him back with no patience.

“don’t worry, kid,” karasu said, voice full of mock sympathy. “you’ll get another turn. now watch how it’s done.”

rin slammed into you from behind without warning, making you choke around otoya as your whole body jolted. yukimiya stayed exactly where he was, licking and sucking at your ass while rin’s thrusts rocked you forward, your moans muffled by otoya’s cock hitting the back of your throat.

“yeah,” otoya groaned, thrusting shallowly so he didn’t hurt you. “fuck, she’s drooling all over me. pretty little mess.”

karasu knelt beside you now, fingers sliding between your legs to rub your clit fast and tight in time with rin’s brutal pace. “there we go. come on, sweetheart. cum for us. show everyone how much you love it.”

you did. so loud and sudden, clenching hard around rin, slick gushing down your thighs. otoya hissed as you moaned around him, his own thrusts faltering when your tongue curled just right. yukimiya groaned into your ass at the taste of it, not stopping for a second.

“fuck,” rin muttered, pulling out abruptly, breath ragged. “someone else take over before i ruin her.”

“my turn,” karasu said immediately, pushing you onto your back this time. he slid into you with one smooth thrust, eyes never leaving yours, his grin sharp as ever. “yeah. that’s perfect. watch me, pretty thing. don’t look away.”

otoya crouched by your head, feeding you his cock again while yukimiya took the opportunity to slide two slick fingers into your ass, twisting and curling until you whined. “shh, angel,” he soothed, kissing your knee as if his touch wasn’t filthy. “breathe for me. you’re doing so well.”

ness watched wide-eyed, still flushed and painfully hard, while karasu fucked you in hard, relentless strokes. “she’s gonna break,” he muttered.

“nah,” otoya said with a crooked smile, brushing your hair off your forehead as you gagged around him. “she’s built for this.”

karasu reached down to where yukimiya was working you open and spat on his fingers. “get her ready for me. i’m not leaving this hole untouched.”

yukimiya’s eyes glittered, tongue following his fingers as he stretched you slow and deliberate. “already perfect,” he murmured against your skin. “she can take it.”

“then hurry up,” karasu growled, hips snapping faster, making you squeal around otoya’s cock.

by the time karasu pulled out, yukimiya was already lining himself up at your ass, his hands steady, voice low and soothing. “relax, angel. just like before.” he eased in slow, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt, groaning at the tight heat. “god, you’re incredible.”

otoya let go of your hair long enough to stroke your cheek. “ready for a spit roast, princess?” his grin was all teeth now.

karasu slid back inside your dripping pussy without hesitation, bottoming out in one thrust while yukimiya filled you from behind, the twin stretch making your vision blur. otoya fed you his cock again, his rhythm matching theirs while karasu fucked you stupid.

“holy shit,” ness whispered, almost reverent, his hand tight around himself as he watched you get used from every angle.

“eyes on me,” otoya ordered, voice rough, thumb brushing your lower lip as you took him deep. “don’t you dare look at anyone else while we ruin you.”

karasu smirked down at you, sweat dripping from his temple. “good girl. take it. take every fucking inch.”

yukimiya’s pace stayed measured but deep, his breath hot against your neck when he leaned over you to murmur, “you’re perfect. taking us both like you were made for it.”

you came again hard, body arching, every muscle tight as they drove you through it, the filthy chorus of groans and praise only making it more intense. otoya hissed through his teeth when you sucked him harder mid-climax, his own release hitting seconds later. karasu and yukimiya didn’t last long either, both pulling out to spill across your stomach and thighs, leaving you a trembling mess in the middle of the floor.

“still alive?” karasu asked with a laugh, brushing sweaty hair from your face.

shidou’s grin from across the room was pure evil. “oh, she’s alive,” he said cheerfully. “and she’s not done yet.”

shidou crouched beside you, grinning like he’d just won the world cup, but his hands were unexpectedly gentle as he ran a warm towel over your skin. “stay still, princess. don’t wanna waste you before the others even get a second turn,” he murmured as he cleaned you. then carried you to the bed, making sure you’re comfortable.

“drink,” he added, pressing a water bottle to your lips. you swallowed obediently, catching isagi’s worried glance from across the room. kunigami wasn’t even trying to hide the frown on his face.

“i’m fine,” you told them, breath still shaky. “promise.”

“damn right you are,” shidou chuckled, tearing open a protein bar and holding it to your mouth like she couldn’t feed herself. “gotta keep your energy up. we’re not done yet.”

the others didn’t move from where they lounged. nagi lazily stretched, hiori watched with sharp interest, rin sat stone-still. but their eyes tracked every motion. a strange mix of hunger and hesitation hung in the air.

“see? she’s good,” shidou said, licking a stray drop of water from your lip with an obscene little grin. “better than good. just wait.”

your chest heaved, every nerve already raw from the turns before. your thighs were trembling and they downright shook when the door opened again and kaiser stepped inside like he owned the suite, like he owned you. he was followed by loki and charles chevalier who made less of a spectacle, but weren’t less intense.

kaiser crouched next to your head with that smug, golden-boy grin like he was stepping onto the pitch. his finger caught your chin and forced your bleary eyes up. “still with us, princess?” he drawled, bright blue gaze glittering. “good. wouldn’t want you tapping out now.”

you didn’t even get to nod before he shoved his cock past your lips with no warning, no gentle testing of how sore your throat already was. you choked around the intrusion, eyes stinging as he fed it to you deeper. behind you, charles’ long arms hooked under your hips, lifting you off the sheets like you were nothing but weightless cargo. loki was already crouched, position ruthless and precise, nudging bluntly at your ass until you gave.

“open wider,” kaiser snapped, voice suddenly sharp as steel. your jaw burned, but you obeyed and he rewarded you by tangling a fist in your hair and sinking to the base in one cruel push. your gag rang wet and obscene, and he laughed, the sound bright and vicious. “that’s it. choke on it, liebling.”

charles didn’t bother with niceties either. he lined up and slammed home in one brutal stroke, dragging a cry out of you. muffled, broken, stuffed full of kaiser. the force jolted you forward into kaiser’s hips. before you could even adjust, loki followed, sliding in beside charles, splitting you open further than you thought possible.

“mon dieu, she’s perfect,” charles hissed, head tipping back, pace already merciless. “so fucking tight still after all that?”

loki only grunted, lips curling in a cold smirk as he set his own rhythm. both men drove into you in tandem, a brutal double assault that had your vision going white around the edges. every slam rocked you forward into kaiser’s unrelenting thrusts, his laughter shaking above you.

“look at you,” kaiser murmured between steady pumps of his hips, voice quiet but carrying to the others watching. “three holes, three cocks… you were built for this.”

you would’ve cursed him if your mouth wasn’t stuffed full. spit and tears streaked down your face, dripping onto his balls and he grinned wider at the sight.

around the room, the others watched. bachira’s grin was feral, eyes glittering as he elbowed kunigami, who only stared, jaw tight, fists clenching unconsciously. isagi looked wrecked, sweat at his temples, whispering “holy shit” under his breath. raichi let out a sharp bark of laughter when charles hit you hard enough to make the headboard crack.

and shidou… he looked like a man in love and completely deranged about it. “atta girl,” he purred from where he stood at the edge of the bed, pink tongue swiping over his teeth as he drank in the sight. “fuck, princess, you take ‘em so good. didn’t think you had it in you, huh? makin’ me so fucking hard watching you gettin’ wrecked like this.”

kaiser yanked you up by your hair until your tear-swollen eyes met his, cock still buried in your throat. “she’s got more in her. don’t you, liebling?” his words dripped condescension and you gagged again when he pushed deeper instead of waiting for an answer.

shidou moved closer, crouching to your level, voice dropping to a hungry whisper meant only for you, but loud enough for everyone to hear anyway. “you love it, don’tcha? bein’ split like this. my perfect little toy.” his grin went sharp, eyes blazing. “don’t hold back, princess. lemme hear you choke.” his fingers stroked down your throat possessively even as kaiser used your hair like reins. “lemme hear you break for them. don’t be shy.”

loki’s grip bruised your waist as he slammed in harder, growling near your ear, “don’t you dare pass out. i’m not finished using you.” charles only laughed darkly, the sound curling up your spine, his hips pistoning with reckless force. “she takes whatever we give to her. so, so needy.”

their movements synced, cruel and precise. every time you tried to cry out, kaiser shoved deeper, every time your body tried to jerk away, charles and loki pinned you in place, their cocks bullying you into pure submission.

“she’s obsessed with us.” kaiser drawled with arrogance. “look at her fucking eyes. tears everywhere and she still wants more.” he shoved even deeper, groaning when your throat squeezed tight. “god, i might keep you.”

that earned a sharp, delighted laugh from shidou. but his eyes spoke the unhinged, almost feral truth. “you’d have to kill me first, blondie,” he said sweetly, but everyone knew he meant it.

“she’s shaking,” kunigami muttered under his breath, voice strained like he was the one being wrung out.

“nah, she’s loving it,” bachira sing-songed, gaze locked on your ruined expression. “look at her—fuck, that’s hot.”

“she’s gonna break,” kurona said hoarsely, though his eyes never left the way your nails clawed the sheets, how you pushed back to meet them despite everything.

“yeah, but not before we’re done,” raichi laughed.

kaiser tilted his head at shidou mid-thrust, smirk widening. “you’re raising her well, ryusei. obedient little thing.”

shidou just chuckled, the sound deep and delighted, crouching closer until his breath brushed your ear. “hear that, princess? even king kaiser’s impressed.” his fingers stroked down your spine before tapping your cheek in mock praise. “don’t disappoint me now. take ‘em all.”

your throat burned, your body screamed, but the praise, the sheer filth of it, lit something wild in you. you forced yourself to stay conscious, to stay pliant as they used you.

loki’s voice was a snarl, sharp as his thrusts. “good little slut. you’re lucky we’re letting you breathe.”

“don’t give her ideas,” charles muttered, sweat dripping from his brow as he wrecked you with single-minded precision. “she’s greedy enough already.”

kaiser groaned when your throat contracted around him, the sound almost approving. “fuck, she’s learning.”

they didn’t stop. they didn’t slow. every thrust blurred into the next, a relentless rhythm that turned your body into nothing but raw sensation. spit smeared across your chin, tears dripping down, your hips bruised where charles and loki’s fingers dug in.

“that’s it. good girl. take it, take it all,” shidou whispered, stroking your hair even as kaiser used it as a handle to ram deeper.

you didn’t even notice when your vision started to sparkle, when your limbs trembled uncontrollably. too busy clinging to the feeling of being utterly ruined and worshipped for it.

“fuck, she’s gonna cum again,” charles grunted, hips stuttering as he felt you tighten.

“already?” loki barked a laugh, pace cruel. “fuck, let her. i wanna feel her milk us dry.”

kaiser only smirked down at you, wiping a tear from your cheek with his thumb like he was proud of himself. “don’t you dare stop now, sweetheart. i’m not done watching you fall apart.”

“neither am i,” shidou added, voice amused and electric, and when your eyes rolled back as another orgasm tore through you, his grin went feral. “that’s my girl.” the room reeked of sweat, sex and victory. every slam of hips into yours made you see stars, every filthy word made your body burn hotter. you were shaking uncontrollably, but shidou’s soft, dangerous voice cut through everything. “cum for me now, princess. let ‘em feel it.”

you did. you shattered, body clamping down so hard charles cursed in french and loki snarled as he spilled inside you, thrusts going ragged. kaiser yanked your head forward and shoved deep, groaning when your throat convulsed around him.

“fuck yeah,” shidou laughed, voice gone rough with pride and hunger. “that’s my perfect girl. you take it so good… don’t stop, boys. she’s got another one in her.”

and they didn’t stop. not until you were a trembling, ruined mess, wrung out again and again, every hole used until you had nothing left to give. except for the way you looked up at shidou through wet lashes, still ready to take more just because he wanted it…. but not as much as you do.

your whole body was writhing by the time the last two stepped forward. not from fear, but from sheer exhaustion, every nerve raw, every muscle weak. you’d been taken apart one by one, given water, wiped down just enough to keep you from collapsing completely… only to be thrown back into the storm.

shidou leaned against the headboard behind you, still shirtless and gleaming with sweat, tongue dragging over his teeth as he watched the scene unfold with delighted eyes. “saved the best for last, princess,” he purred. “look who wants a turn.”

sae itoshi didn’t smirk like the others. he just looked down at you like a problem to solve. cold, sharp, annoyingly composed even in this chaos. his teal eyes raked over your ruined body, noting every bruise, every twitch of overstimulated muscle.

and then there was bunny iglesias, the human storm, grinning like a wolf, bouncing on his heels as if this was the warm-up to an even bigger game. his dark eyes sparkled with mischief and hunger.

“so,” bunny drawled, glancing at sae with a mocking tilt of his head, “what’s the bet? fastest to make her cum first?”

“fastest and hardest,” sae said flatly, peeling off his shirt, voice clipped and cold. “she’ll tell us who wins. if she’s still conscious.”

shidou’s grin widened. “ohhh, i like where this is goin’.” he crouched close to your ear, his voice low and molten. “hear that, princess? they’re gonna wreck you for sport. make sure you’re a good girl and give ‘em both hell.”

you barely had time to breathe before bunny dropped to his knees, hands rough on your thighs and pressed his mouth between your legs. he didn’t tease—he went straight for your drenched cunt, tongue lashing in messy, brutal strokes.

“mierde, you’re dripping so fucking much,” he muttered against you, lavender hair falling into his eyes. “guess kaiser and the others loosened you up nice.”

sae knelt on the bed beside you, taking your chin in his hand and forcing you to look at him. “eyes on me,” he ordered, voice soft but cutting. “don’t even think about looking at him.”

his fingers slipped into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue as bunny sucked at your clit with merciless rhythm. you moaned around sae’s hand, hips jerking, but he only frowned faintly like he was critiquing your form.

“sloppy,” he murmured. “already shaking and he’s barely started.”

“sloppy?” bunny laughed against you, sending vibrations through your cunt that made your whole body spasm. “she’s about to cum in thirty seconds. watch me.”

shidou let out a low whistle, crouching closer with his elbows on his knees. “oh, this is gonna be fun.” his hand stroked lazily through your damp hair. “c’mon, princess, show ‘em how sweet you are for me.”

bunny doubled down, tongue relentless, two fingers plunging into you without warning. you keened around sae’s fingers as the pressure built sharp and fast, too fast.

sae leaned in close, voice flat. “don’t cum yet.”

“like hell she’s listening to you,” bunny muttered against your skin, sucking your clit hard.

you were seconds from the edge, hips bucking helplessly and then sae’s other hand pressed down on your lower belly, firm, controlling, holding you in place. his teal eyes bored into yours. “hold it,” he ordered coldly. “if you cum now, you lose for me.”

“she doesn’t care who wins,” bunny growled, glancing up with his mouth shining. “but i’m still gonna make her scream.” he crooked his fingers just right and your entire body seized up.

“fuck. she’s cumming,” karasu shouted from the sidelines, laughing. reo shook his head, muttering “no way” under his breath.

you shattered around bunny’s hand, spasming so hard it took your breath away, and he groaned like he’d scored a goal. “fastest. told you.”

“pathetic,” sae muttered, pulling his fingers from your mouth and wiping them on your cheek like you’d dirtied him. “she’ll cum even harder for me. watch.”

before you could catch your breath, he shoved bunny aside and slid down the bed, pinning your hips with cold precision. his mouth was nothing like bunny’s. no wild mess, just ruthless efficiency. he mapped every sensitive spot instantly and attacked it with surgical focus, tongue flat and devastating.

“oh fuck,” ness choked out from the edge of the bed, eyes wide. “she’s gonna—”

you screamed, sharp and raw, as sae sucked your clit hard and slid two fingers inside, curling until you were jerking uncontrollably. your second orgasm ripped through you even more violently than the first, leaving you gasping and shaking.

“told you,” sae said coolly, rising to his knees, lips glistening. “harder.”

bunny just grinned. “guess we’re tied. time to break the deadlock.”

“spit roast her,” shidou sang out, delighted, patting your cheek affectionately. “c’mon, princess, don’t tap out yet. you’re gonna love this.”

sae took your mouth first, forcing his cock between your lips with zero warning. similar like kaiser. his pace was merciless from the start, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your jaw to keep you open. behind you, bunny lined up and slammed into your cunt in a single brutal thrust. you screamed around sae’s cock, the sound muffled and wet, earning a groan from both men.

“holy shit,” raichi muttered from the sidelines. “she’s still taking it.”

“she’s gonna break in half,” kiyora said hoarsely.

“nah,” shidou grinned, crouching close to stroke your hair even as sae used it as a handle. “she’s perfect. the perfect body to get gangbanged.” his voice dropped to a whisper meant just for you. “my greedy princess… don’t you dare stop now. i wanna see you choke on him while bunny splits you open.”

bunny slammed into you with reckless rhythm, sweat dripping down his jaw. “fuck, she’s taking it so good,” he groaned, hips pistoning without mercy.

sae grunted in annoyance when your teeth grazed him accidentally, slapping your cheek sharply to warn you. “focus,” he snapped. “don’t make me repeat myself.”

shidou just laughed. “ohhh, i love when you get mean, itoshi. keep that up.”

every thrust blurred together. bunny battering your cunt, sae using your throat like it was nothing, both men determined to wring another orgasm from you first.

“she’s clenching,” bunny panted, fingers digging into your hips. “she’s gonna cum on me again.”

“not before she gags on me,” sae muttered, thrusting harder. “swallow it.”

you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, just take it as they used you, spit and tears dripping down your face, body arching under the brutal pace.

“that’s it, princess,” shidou whispered in your ear, tone molten. “show ‘em. show these assholes how perfect you are for me.”

your orgasm hit like a lightning strike, violent and overwhelming, making you sob around sae’s cock as bunny groaned and fucked you harder through it.

“that’s mine,” bunny crowed, grinning triumphantly.

“no,” sae said flatly, hips stuttering as he shoved deep and spilled down your throat, forcing you to swallow every drop. “that was mine.”

you barely had time to breathe before bunny came too, burying himself deep with a hoarse shout, filling you to the brim.

shidou laughed, delighted and unhinged, kissing your temple tenderly even as you shook in ruin. “fuckin’ hell, princess. you just made my day.”

around you, the other boys muttered and laughed. bachira clapping like he’d watched a circus act, some looking half-wrecked just from watching, raichi loudly demanding, “who the hell even won?”

“me,” bunny smirked, tugging his pants back on.

“no,” sae said simply, already walking away.

shidou just grinned down at you, brushing your messy hair from your tear-stained face. “who cares who won? my girl’s the real champ.”

the room reeked of sweat, musk and the feral heat of victory. the kind that clung to bare skin and stung the back of your throat. every muscle in your body trembled, slick with a cocktail of sweat and spit, legs spread wide because shidou had put you there and no one would dare move you until he decided otherwise. the cold floor bit against your spine, but it was nothing compared to the searing burn between your thighs. your hair clung damp to your cheeks, lashes sticky, every breath coming out broken and shallow.

around you, twenty-three men circled like predators, still panting from the game or from what had already been done to you. some were flushed and hard again, others fisting themselves slowly, cocks glistening with precome and sweat, all of them drunk on the sight of you ruined and helpless in the middle of the room.

shidou crouched near your head like a devil carved from pure chaos, his grin sharp and glittering. he dragged two fingers down your cheek, leaving behind something wet. you couldn’t tell if it was spit, sweat or his own release. “alright, boys,” he purred, voice curling like smoke through the thick heat of the room, “time to show some love.” he tilted his head, smile wide and obscene. “no one leaves her clean.”

your stomach dropped even as your body pulsed with desperate heat. there was no time to plead, no strength to fight. only the sound of the first groan as isagi dropped to his knees between your legs.

“god,” he rasped, hand working his cock in fast, rough strokes, hips jerking as if he couldn’t take his own pace. his gaze burned holes into you—your trembling lips, the bruises along your thighs and hips, the glossy wreck of your face. “god, you’re unreal. fuck.” his voice cracked on the last word as he spilled hard, thick ropes of come streaking across your stomach and ribs. his head tipped forward, shoulders shaking with the violence of his release and he hissed through his teeth like he’d been holding it back for hours.

he barely moved aside before bachira was there, crouched over your chest, grin feral and eyes glittering. “so pretty when you’re ruined,” he whispered, almost sweet, before jerking himself with quick, eager flicks of his wrist. he came fast, a messy arc across your tits, hot and shocking against your skin. but he wasn’t done. no, bachira’s fingers slid through the mess, smearing it across your tits lazily, circling your nipples just to watch you squirm and whimper. he giggled when your body jerked, pressing a filthy kiss to your jaw as he murmured, “still got so many to go, pretty thing.”

nagi came next, slow as sin, muttering, “such a pain,” under his breath like he couldn’t be bothered, but his heavy-lidded stare was locked on your face the whole time. he stroked himself lazily, dragging it out, until his orgasm spilled across your collarbone in lazy, dripping stripes, sliding into the hollow of your throat. his sigh was almost a groan, quiet and dragged out, before he stepped back without another word.

reo followed, teeth gritted so hard you could hear it, his fist pumping slick and fast. his orgasm hit sharp, his hips bucking forward like he wanted to bury it inside you, but he settled for leaving white streaks over your ribs. a ragged laugh broke from his throat, half-delirious, and his head tipped back like this was better than any win on the field.

kunigami knelt beside you, jaw tight like he hated what this did to him, but his cock told a different story, twitching as he worked it hard and desperate. “sorry,” he muttered under his breath, voice cracking on a groan as he spilled thick over your thigh. his big hands held you steady, gripping your trembling leg like he could feel you trying to close them, even now.

chigiri looked almost shy, cheeks flushed all the way to the tips of his ears, his pink hair sticking to his temple. his lips parted on a breathless whisper of your name, so soft you almost missed it—right before he came, heat streaking across your hipbone. his eyes fluttered shut, a tiny whimper slipping free, like he couldn’t believe how much he wanted this.

hiori knelt quietly, his breath shaky, little whimpers catching in his throat as he finished across your belly. his soft eyes stayed fixed on the mess blooming over your skin, like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

nanase and yukimiya came almost together. yukimiya’s perfect smirk barely holding as he grunted through his teeth, while nanase muttered, “i can’t believe—” before his words broke into a strangled moan as white streaks joined the rest across your stomach and side.

then came karasu, low laughter curling through the air like smoke. he knelt by your head, stroking himself in deliberate, teasing pulls before jerking forward. hot ropes landing across your cheek and jaw, close enough you could smell it. “fuck, look at you,” he murmured, and when you turned your head away, he chuckled and grabbed your chin. his thumb dragged through the mess and pressed to your lips. “open up, sweetheart.” you did. you had to.

otoya leaned down next, voice curling in your ear like silk. “perfect little doll,” he purred, finishing across your shoulder in hot stripes before slapping your ass lightly just to see you jump.

kurona was almost silent, biting down hard on a moan as he left his mark across your inner thigh, staring at the streak vanishing into your slick folds like he wanted to dive in after it.

raichi was anything but quiet, groaning your name like a curse as he pumped himself with brutal speed and spilled thick over your ribs. one broad hand clamped down on your waist, holding you in place like you’d bolt if he gave you a chance.

kiyora barely made a sound. clenched teeth, quick strokes, then a sharp exhale as heat spattered across your stomach. he stepped back without a word, though his eyes lingered on you like a brand.

ness looked almost reverent, his eyes glassy as he whispered something in german you couldn’t catch. his come streaked your breast, fingers trembling as he smeared it lightly, tracing the curve just to feel you.

then kaiser. oh, kaiser grinned like sin incarnate, crouching down so his blue eyes burned into yours. “look at you,” he purred, voice like honeyed venom, jerking his cock in slow, showy strokes until the first spatter hit your cheekbone. he aimed the rest so it slid toward your lips, tilting your chin up with his knuckles so everyone could watch. “gorgeous.”

charles muttered something filthy in french, spilling a hot, heavy line up your side and laughing breathlessly when you flinched from the overstimulation.

bunny came quick and harsh, groaning like he couldn’t hold back anymore as he planted his mess right over your navel, claiming the center of you like he owned it.

loki lingered, soft-eyed and cruel all at once, his come striping your neck as he murmured, “magnifique,” like that made it holy.

then rin, silent but deadly focused, his strokes sharp and punishing as he came across your lower belly with a hiss of breath through his nose. he didn’t even look away, like watching you drip was all he cared about.

finally, sae. calm, cold, perfect. but flushed, so flushed as he let his release stripe across your sternum, his gaze locked on your face. no smile, no sound. just possession burning in silence.

and last shidou, your man who made it possible, crouching over you like the devil admiring his favorite masterpiece. his grin split wide, wild, as he jerked his cock slow and easy, dragging it out while his free hand stroked your jaw. “good girl,” he murmured, voice rough and dripping with sweetness as his orgasm hit hot and heavy across your lips. his thumb swept up through the mess and pressed between them, forcing your mouth open. “swallow for me.”

you did, choking slightly as it slid down your throat, tears stinging your eyes while his grin only grew sharper. by the end, your body was unrecognizable. a living canvas, painted by twenty-two hands, dripping with every stripe of their obsession. they all stood there panting, chests heaving, staring down at what they’d done.

shidou looked around, grinning like a man who’d conquered the world. “now that,” he said cheerfully, slapping your thigh like you were his favorite trophy, “is what i call teamwork.”

the room was still vibrating with heat when shidou finally clapped his hands, sharp and loud. “alright, party’s over. out. now.”

no one argued. not even kaiser. they shuffled out one by one, some still laughing breathlessly, others too dazed to speak, leaving you on the floor trembling in a haze of sweat and come and overstimulation.

shidou crouched beside you, grin softer now, eyes bright but calmer than you’d seen all night. “damn, baby,” he murmured, brushing your damp hair off your sticky forehead with a surprisingly careful hand. “took ‘em all like a champ. my fuckin’ superstar.”

your throat worked, trying to speak, but no sound came out. just a shaky exhale that made him laugh under his breath. he slid his arms under you in one smooth motion, lifting you like you weighed nothing. your head lolled against his chest and you felt his heart hammering, fast and steady.

“easy, angel. i got you.” his voice dropped quiet, not the manic rasp from earlier but something warm, almost reverent. “gonna get you cleaned up. no more touching unless it’s me, yeah?”

the bathroom light was softer, golden and the sound of running water filled the air as he kicked the door shut with his heel. shidou sat you on the counter for a moment, his hands cupping your face, tilting your chin so he could look at you properly.

“still with me?” he asked, lips quirking into a crooked smile when you gave the faintest nod. “good girl. so fuckin’ good for me.” he kissed your forehead, a press of warm lips, no teeth, no bite , and that simple sweetness almost undid you more than anything else.

he set you down gently in the tub, steam curling up around you. the water was warm, not scalding like he’d done this a hundred times. he grabbed a washcloth, dipping it in the water, and began wiping you clean. slow. careful. almost absurdly tender for someone who’d just orchestrated a room-wide free-for-all on your body.

“look at this mess,” he murmured, swiping the cloth down your chest, along your ribs, over your thighs. “whole team couldn’t keep their hands off my girl. can’t blame ‘em. you’re fuckin’ addictive.” his voice stayed soft, even as his words burned. “but now you’re mine again. all mine.”

you shivered under every stroke, not from cold, but from everything catching up at once. your muscles ached, your skin tingled, your brain floated somewhere between bliss and exhaustion. when he reached your face, he used only his fingers, warm and wet, brushing away the dried streaks with a gentleness that made your throat close.

“hey.” his thumb traced your cheek as he noticed your eyes glassing over. “none of that. don’t you dare cry on me now. not unless it’s ‘cause i’m makin’ you feel good.” but the teasing edge was gone. his voice was steady, grounding and exactly what you needed right now. “you did perfect, angel. you gave me everything. fuck, i’m proud of you.”

still that was what broke you. the tears came fast, hot, silent at first, then shuddering sobs that made your whole body quake. shidou dropped the cloth immediately, climbing into the tub clothed without a second thought. he pulled you into his lap, water sloshing everywhere, holding you tight against his chest.

“shhh. i got you. i got you, baby.” he rocked you gently, one big hand cupping the back of your head, the other rubbing circles into your spine. “too much, huh? yeah, i know. you were so fuckin’ good though. so perfect for me.”

you clung to him, fingers twisting his soaked shirt, sobbing into his neck. he kissed the top of your head again and again, murmuring praise against your hair. “breathe with me. yeah, that’s it. in, out. there you go. attagirl.” another kiss to your cheek. “still mine, right? my sweet thing. my perfect mess.” he hugged you tighter. “love you like this, even when you’re falling apart on me.”

little by little, the shuddering eased, leaving you boneless in his arms, still trembling but calmer. shidou stayed there, water cooling around both of you, not moving an inch until your breathing leveled out.

“think you can handle me towelin’ you off and putting you to bed?” he murmured finally, lips brushing your temple. “no more games. just me takin’ care of you now. you deserve it.” you nodded weakly, and he grinned softer than ever, almost boyish. “that’s my girl.”

Your cunt clenches at the slow, torturous licks Polyester doles out—your clit painfully throbing and sending a dull sting down to your toes.

Trying to shift your hips the other angel pins you to the bed, forcing you to take each and every dragging stripe up your cunt in earnest. A strangled croak claws at your throat, only to be met with smug, airy chuckles from your heavenly tormentors.

The exact details on how you landed in this situation is muddied, especially when the wet tip of a certain blue haired angel’s tongue teases the rim of your hole in slow, methodical circles.

The run down is— you were working your little café job, got attacked by a ghost and saved by the twinkiest pair of angels you’ve ever seen in your life—the rest was kinda history at that point.

Polyurethane paws at your fat tummy, kneading it in his well manicured hands as he looms over you. A shit eating grin perfectly placed on his pretty lips.

“Awww you look so precious like this babe — all pathetic and soft for us,” the younger coos, digging more of his fingers into your fat, “I think we might just keep you~”

Your teeth grit at the condescending tone, your body growing hotter the more his eyes burn holes into your doughy, plush skin.

It bends and folds under his soft palms and a hot shame washes over you knowing that this kind of attention turns you on more than anything else — even if you can’t bring yourself to admit it.

With the way his eyes look at you, you can just fold right then and there.

You open your mouth to bite back a retort, only to have Polyester harshly suck your clit that knocks the wind out of your lungs and jerk your head with a rushed ‘aw fuck!’ slipping past your lips.

“Nyooooh, baby can’t handle a little teasing?” The younger angel patronizes, his hands drifting to dangle over your tits, fingers being a hairsbreadth away from touching your nipples— ultimately tugging on them in your anticipation, “Surely you can do better than that.”

The older chuckles, the rumble from his throat buzzes at your cunt— slobbering on it like a dog and wriggling his wet muscle inside your gooey walls.

It makes your breath hitch.

Drool and spittle coats your pussy with a thin sheen the more he devours it, lewdly slurping and sucking loud enough to the point where it feels obscene— pornographic, even.

Your hips flinch to fuck his face and chase that tingling feeling in your clit. But you can’t— you shouldn’t.

Feeding into their satisfaction and inflated egos is an apple you don’t want to sink your teeth into.

“F-Fuck you.” You spit, desperately getting a fistful of the younger brother’s bubblegum locks.

He smirks, dipping his head down further and ghosting his breath over your ear, “Aren’t we doing that already? You should be more grateful you know~” he smacks your tit— pain blooming around your nipples and mingling with the gut scraping pleasure that’s thrumming between your chubby legs.

“You’re so lucky you’re so cute babe—we don’t take clapback from just anyone—“

Thick fingers are shoved into your cunt, stretching and fucking you open, curling at the spongy spot inside that burns the image of god behind your eyelids. Molten heat rivaling the sun pools at your center.

The older angel filthily spits on your clit, continuing to stir inside your sloppy, drool slick hole as his tongue swipes over his canines.

Your cunt squelches, gushing with a clear liquid that coats his digits. Feverishly bringing heaven straight to your g-spot in bursts of white lights dotting your vision.

“You can’t lie and say you don’t like it when your pussy’s clenching this hard—” Polyester adds, rapidly flicking the tip of his tongue onto your swollen clit, coaxing out a pained scream from your throat, “Besides, I think you like being bullied like this, isn’t that right?” He coos.

It’s too much for you to handle— it’s like needles puncturing your skin and your nerves are live wire sparking to short circuit.

You make an attempt to squirm away before your brain gets drained out of your pussy and pool out onto the sheets.

Hot tears murky with pain and pleasure flood your eyes, all of it throbbing to the crown of your head to the tips of your fingers.

Youhatethemyouhatethemyouhatethem—

Polyurethane doesn’t let you get away as his grip on your nipples now pin your hips to the bed once more in a harsh slam.

“Nuh-huh~ You’re not running away— You’re gonna take it and cum your stupid little brains out like the good whore you are!” He mocks, taking one of his hands and puppeteering your thick calf to loop around the back of Polyester’s head— forcing to press down until the blue haired angel’s lips virtually fuse with your cunt, still flicking your over sensitive bud with wild abandon as you continue to try and buck him off.

God you just wanna wring their fucking necks and watch their eyes comically bulge out of their sockets for toying with you like this— but fuck do their mocking stares turn you on, you’ve never felt so exposed before— so peeled back and naked to the point it makes you shiver.

And even with how rough and bratty they are, there’s still an element of softness and worship to your body that makes you feel on top of the world— even if it’s just a subtle flicker. You feel the sexiest being to ever grace the earth given that whisper of respite that tarries in their touch.

The feeling of hatred boils, but cumming is searing hot as it rips through you.

A guttural yell tears out from the deepest pit of your gut. Ribs trembling in the white hot sensation while your pussy squirts and your teeth almost cracking from the grit. Your lungs burn and ache in your chest as air alludes you.

They wrenched your pleasure straight out of your hands. Treating it as if it was theirs to begin with.

“Theeeerrree you go, look at you— doesn’t our little toy feel so good? You like, look so cute like this— so pretty and soft cumming your dumb little slut brains out.” Polyurethane coos, kissing the side of your temple, knowing the world is currently spinning in your eyes.

Polyester’s fingers still fuck you through your orgasm, not yet letting you go until he wrings out every last drop— doling out soft kisses and nips to your tummy once he’s satisfied with the way your muscles twitch and jump at the slightest touch.

He smirks into your skin, planting a tender, but jeering kiss on your womb.

Ecstasy fades into a gentle tide when you come back down, many hands tangle and caress your skin to grope whatever they can get a fistful of as you lay in your own little wet spot, catching your breath.

Christ these men are out to get you.

Polyurethane cranes his head from behind and presses his lips to yours, swiping his warm muscle at the seam of your lips to enter, triumphant in watching you fall apart in his lap.

And with your mind still sloshing between your ears, you let him.

“You think you can handle more babe? Don’t want you passing out on us now~”

He tastes like cherry sours, coating your own tongue with his flavor— so sweet yet so tart like the words he mumbles.

You can’t help but chuckle into his lips, carving out a smirk taking on his little challenge— you’re gonna put these brats in their place if it’s the last thing you do.

“Oh I can handle more, but you’re cumming on my terms.” You state, tugging on his lower lip as your fiery gaze meets the calm of his.

Polyester reaches to nip at the side of your neck, pawing at your tits and letting the fat overflow from the gaps of his fingers, “And you think you’re in a position to make demands? How cute.”

Another laugh comes from you, “Well it is my holes you’re fucking— so I should at least have a say in that don’t you think?”

Amused by your answer, the brothers hum with a collection of boyish chuckles, “Mmm—point taken. I’d like to see you try babes, just don’t come crying to us when you can’t keep up ‘kay? Wouldn’t want to be a sore loser now, would you?”

The younger angel gives you another condescending kiss on your cheek.

You want to pluck out his eyes from its sockets.

Lovingly, of course.

Maybe.

Grabbing on to the both of them, you yank your self upright— bringing them along followed by a few grunts and commanding their limbs into position to your liking before settling into one yourself, huffing when they so much as twitch a finger the wrong way.

“You know…” Polyester purrs, gripping your jaw with a smirk, forcing your eyes on him, “You act so high and mighty—but you actually like being treated like this. It’s written all over your stupidly cute face. Wouldn’t be surprised if you like to be manhandled and slapped around like a freak.” He practically purrs at you, “C’mon just admit it: we’re good at our job.”

Goddamnit you hate that he’s right. Because you would and because they are.

Being tossed around like you weighed nothing and fucked into oblivion sounds so fucking hot that you can almost salivate like a damn dog.

But are you going to admit that out loud? To them of all people? Fuck no.

You roll your eyes and avert from his gaze, kissing your teeth, “Just shut up and put it in already,” you grumble, not wanting to feed into their already overinflated egos than you already have.

Polyester lets out another boyish laugh, releasing his grip from your jaw to line his girthy cock with your cunt, teasing your drenched slit with the bead of his precum, “Aww, you’re blushing! How cute, I knew you liked us! We’re pretty hard to resist no cap.”

“Well, we shouldn’t keep our toy waiting— I think they’ll combust into flames if a cock isn’t shoved in right this second.” Polyurethane playfully nips at your ear, slapping his own cock against your ass and spreading an ass cheek to tease your puckered hole with his rosy tip.

Clearly they’re dragging this out, gloating and pressing any button they can find to make you tick, wriggling themselves under your skin.

You’re lucky your lip isn’t bleeding from how hard you’re biting it.

If it’s one thing these bratty fucking twinks know how to do—it’s to make your squirm. And they’re good.

Stupidly good.

“Fu—“ a gasp cuts off your train of thought as the older angel pulls you down to lay on top of him, spreading your ass apart until your hole twitches— presenting you in a full spread to his pink haired brother like you’re a meal.

Polyurethane spits on it, spreading it around with his tip and giving your asshole a nice rim before slipping it inside.

Both of you shudder, your ass was tight and already squeezing the second you feel his length inching its way in. His hands wrap around your plush waist with a taut grip, a hiss escaping his teeth.

You feel his cock twitch and the cool metal of his jacob’s ladder rubbing against your insides riddles your skin with goosebumps.

Polyester goes next, spearing your dripping cunt open with his fat mushroom tip.

He’s a little bigger than his brother—girthier too—and you can tell by the way he stretches you out.

The veins roping around the underside of his cock drag along your gummy walls just right to squeeze out a hitched whimper from you.

The blue haired angel chuckles below you, kneading at the meat of your spread ass, “Aww, tapping out already? Thought you could handle us babe, what was all that talk earlier? Don’t tell me you’re going back on your word lol.”

He kisses the curve of your jaw, a heat lingering with just a touch of reverence that oddly makes your heart flutter.

You huff, sporting a pout, “Fuck off, I can handle you just fine. Worry about yourselves.”

On cue, you clench both of your holes to squeeze out a gasp from them— maybe even a little hiss just to keep them on their toes.

Polyurethane huffs out a breathy chuckle, letting you feel the hot breath wrap around the shell of your ear, “Oh, challenge accepted— bitch.”

They move at the same time. And it hits you like a train—each of them spearing into your sloppy holes like they hate your guts. Drilling into your spots and forcing out those cute little murmurs that you do from your perfectly pouty lips.

Their grunts and how their cocks fuck your insides send a shock up your spine, feeling a tingle at your crown.

The slapping of skin on skin only adds to the erotism. Your nipples perk almost painfully feeling their balls smack your perineum. And god was it hot— you nearly forgot your purpose of putting them in their place for treating you like a toy.

Polyester purrs taking in your expressions, knowing you’re holding back because of your pride— It’s cute, and it makes him want you to make you squeal even more.

“Aww, you’re so precious like this! I love the way you feel on top of me. Feels good, doesn’t it? I can tell you’re enjoying this,” He hovers over your lips, giving you a teasing ghost of a kiss before catching his teeth on your lower lip, tugging on it.

Polyurethane chimes in with a haughty giggle, pounding your ass as his wet tongue licks inside your ear.

“What happened to making us cum on your own terms hm? Dick too good for you to think now?” His hands tug at your hair a little, the slight sting on your scalp earns a pathetic moan to slip through your teeth.

Cocky bitch.

The dick is good. Too good.

And it’s fucking up your plans.

Having both cocks pump in and out of you really throws your train of thought out the window on how to get these bitches to beg. Especially with how their balls slam against you, feeling the heft of how full of cum they are.

You’re doing such a shit job at this— letting them get away with their brattiness because their cocks hit just the right spot for your brain to be filled with static.

And they know this considering they still continue to tease you— taunting that you won’t do shit straight to your face, knowing fully well that they can get away with it because it makes your cute little pussy cum when they’re mean and shoving their meat into your tight, hungry holes.

It makes them fuck harder, to the point where your pussy’s loud— louder than their own grunts and thrusts.

Your legs are trembling.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck you can’t cum now! You gotta show these cocky brats a lesson! They have to beg for your pussy! Grovel at your feet to just cum inside you! Anything!

You have to do something! And now!

Red hot heat pools into your center once more, making you panic as you claw at Polyester’s chest, eyes screwing shut the more it scorches your insides.

Fuck you have to think! Think!!

It’s close— it’s too close! God your clit is fucking pulsing.

Nononononono you can’t cum! You can’t! You’ve got to—

“A-ah! F-Fuck!! Stop!”

And almost at your command, the brothers pause—practically to a screeching halt as their bodies become ridged—frozen in time.

The abruptness grounds you back to reality and instantly quenching the embers of your creeping orgasm. The boiling heat turning to a simmer.

You didn’t really think they’d actually listen to you— mostly expecting them to continue until you squirted again or at the very least a teasing check in if they felt charitable, but fully stopping?

That’s unusual.

Your eyes snap open to look at the both of them, confusion sitting on your pretty round face as they meet back at you like deer in the headlights.

A beat follows.

“Um….you guys ok?” You can’t help but to ask, a little tentative as your eyes ping pong to each brother, wondering if you did something wrong.

Polyurethane is the first to speak, sounding pained as if he can’t move, “There’s…a heavenly law that states that we angels must never force ourselves onto humans— and once a human says to stop, we are forced to be frozen in place until the human gives permission again—“

“It’s a precaution since angels are much stronger than you humans, we literally can’t get out of this shit even if we tried…” Polyester mumbles, eyes darting away from yours— pride clearly bruised from having you see them like this.

You blink.

Huh. Who knew heaven had rules like that..

And as if lightning struck— an idea instantly pops into your mind, etching a downright evil smirk onto your soft features.

They seem to know about it too given how quiet they are, sweat beading from their faces.

“Really now?” You purr, “How. Interesting.” Clenching your holes to each word, earning strained groans from both above and below, “So I can just fuck you like this then. And as long as I don’t give you permission, I can just bounce on your cocks while you stay frozen and just watch me use you till I cum— is that right?” You hum, wiggling your ass tauntingly, rubbing some salt into the wound.

“You wouldn’t fucking dare—!” “Like hell we’re gonna be your personal dildo!”

Seeing them wriggle under your thumb like this gives you a rush— a head high you didn’t even know existed until now.

You wiggle your ass again, adding more fuel to the fire as the two hiss like they’ve been burned.

Just to shut them up.

“As if you weren’t doing that to me just now, calling me your ‘toy’ and all of that shit—didn’t know angels can be such hypocrites.” You hum, watching them clench their teeth.

They obviously hate their power taken away from them, and that makes this all the more sweeter.

You can’t help but to lick your lips at the thought.

Polyurethane scoffs, rolling his eyes, “Like you didn’t like it— you were moaning like bitch the second we stuck it in. We’re just putting you in your rightful place, human. It’s like, natural law or whatever the fuck.” A whimper leaps out of him when you clench your ass hard, letting your insides flutter around his achingly hard cock, just as frozen in place as he is.

You chuckle, “Yet you’re here stiff as a board because I said ‘stop’. If you would’ve listened to me and cum on my terms instead of rutting into me like a bunch of animals in heat, you wouldn’t even be in this situation.” Booping the you younger angels nose for extra effect.

“Not our fault you can’t handle us, don’t be such a sore loser, that’s so cringe.” Polyester adds, sending a pointed glare your way.

You plug his nose in annoyance, “Don’t fucking say ‘cringe’ while you’re inside me—“ kissing your teeth again, dramatically sighing and slowly pulling yourself out from them. Doing it in a way that every bump and ridge from your tight channels can be felt along their lengths at a torturous pace.

“Then I’ll just have to find someone else then. There’s no shortage of cocks that can blow my back out in this city— Maybe they’ll be even better than you~“

Something dangerous flashes in their eyes hearing that, their jaws audibly clicking from the force they put into clenching it.

Oooh, hit a sore spot didn’t we?

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“We’re like, so much better than those limp dicked losers! They cant even compare to us!”

“We’re leagues better than anyone in this backwater town! On god!”

Ah, there they go— chirping your ears off and throwing a tantrum the second they’re not getting it their way.

It’s almost kind of cute on how much they want your attention— if they weren’t such motormouth brats that is.

You chuckle, stilling for a moment, “Yeah? Then behave. You’re not cumming until I say you can, got it? My holes, my rules remember?”

Polyester smacks his teeth, “Bitch.”

“You know I can just pull out now and leave you guys like this—“

“N-No! Wait! Uuughh…..fuck— fine!”

“Good boy.” You purr, dishing out the same patronizing kiss onto his cheek, “Then let me have my fun.”

You slide back in all the way to the base, feeling them both shiver in their motionless bodies.

They want to groan, but their pride still grabs them by the horns— or well, wings in this case—

You’ll just have to shape them up, won’t you?

You start bouncing, letting out a soft breath as you go your own pace— tits, tummy and thighs jiggling so temptingly, a visual feast for the eyes in taking whatever you want.

Showcasing all of the places on your lush body they could grab, squeeze and pinch if they had the chance. If they were good.

The weight of their gazes sends shivers down your spine.

It’s a hot burning desire that sears into your skin— a heady want to reach out and touch you, to lick you— to destroy you.

It brands into your skin like a hot iron, making your time in the spotlight all that much more delicious the way they watch you like hawks. A predatory, hungry gleam lurking in those angelic eyes.

Being watched like this— putting on a performance of your pleasure gives you goosebumps.

Making it a spectacle to an audience held hostage showers you with a hit of dopamine that tingles that makes your blood rush.

They’re helpless and here you are— using them like they aren’t even there.

Feeling up your tits, you bounce hard on their cocks, shoving more of them deeper to the point it feels like they’re in your throat.

Your holes clench and squelch with each bounce you do, only to be chased with the sounds of your ass clapping against them the more you fuck yourself onto them like they were mere toys— treating them like human dildos to hit all the spots that make your ass and pussy quiver.

You can see they’re breaking down, cracks in their facade grow bigger the more small whimpers and moans escape from their tightly sealed lips, pride hanging on by a thread.

You can tell they’re close too— especially with how they twitch inside you.

Grounding your hips, doing a small circular motions, you can see their eyes fluttering, grinding at their teeth as a fresh wash of pleasure zings straight to their dicks.

You rub your clit, riding them harder as you get closer yourself, nails slightly scratching Polyester’s chest the more you chase it. Jutting your bouncing tits in his face.

They’re nothing but toys. Nothing but a bunch of cocks to get yourself off to.

Ramping up your efforts, the hitches of their breath tell you they’re on the precipice, your sticky, gummy walls fanning the flames the more they clench and lewdly squelch, their breathing staggers just on the edge.

Right before you pull out.

Pained whimpers and whines fill the room as their spongy heads barely touch the entrances to your ass and cunt— just merely scraping by.

“F-fuck!! Why’d you stop?? We were literally behaving!”

“For rea! Like actually this time!!”

You laugh, “Didn’t I say let me have my fun? Well I’m having it.” Your hands caress through both of their hair, silky strands tickling your fingers, “If you weren’t such shithead brats before, you would’ve came much sooner— but I can see why you liked calling me a toy earlier, this is shit is so much fun.”

They both whine when you sink back down, riding them again.

“F-Fuck you.” Polyurethane mumbles, not holding as much heat as it once did.

You turn to look over your shoulder, leaning in for a kiss that makes him wish he could chase your lips when you pull away.

“Aren’t I doing that already?” You ask, throwing his words back at him and earning a shameful pink to spread across his cheeks, taking another blow to the ego.

You do the same thing once again, bouncing and fucking yourself on their cocks as you flaunt your freedom, throwing your head back with loud, over the top moans just to really rub it in— dangling the carrot just put of their reach.

Their bratty nature crumbles bit by bit with each meaty bounce and airy moan the more you get yourself off, however it really shatters the second time you pull out just when they’re about to cum, high pitched whines scraping at your eardrums.

Both of them now pant and shake in the restraints they’re in, sporting more pathetic looks on their pretty faces.

“F-Fuck!! Fuck!! C’mon! Let us cum! We can’t fucking take it anymore!”

“You’re literally being so unfair!”

A cruel smirk splits open your face as you get closer, whispering, “Then you shouldn’t have fucked with me then.”

You continue to rinse and repeat until a soft mumble from Polyester’s lips hits your ears.

You perk up, “Hm? What was that?”

He lets out a long whine, fully breaking down as tears bead on his long lashes, “Please baby!! Please! I wanna cum so bad! Wanna cum inside you…”

His bottom lip catches on his teeth, watery ruby eyes looking at you with all traces of that ego leaving with his tears.

“We’ll be so good I swear! We’ll do anything for you babe! Please!” Polyurethane was almost damn near close to sobbing, whimpering as his cock twitches painfully, weeping precum being so close to your tight ring of muscle.

“We’re sorry! We’re so sorry!” He babbles.

A hum buzzes in your chest, “Yeah? And what are you sorry for?” You goad.

The older angel whines, looking away like a kicked puppy, “We’re sorry for treating you like a toy! We won’t do it again! For real! We just liked seeing you moan and cum for us….”

They both sound so pitiful that you almost feel bad for them— it kinda pulls on your heart strings a little.

Maybe you did go a little hard on ‘em— but it was their fault for fucking with you in the first place. That’s the entire point of this lesson isn’t it?

Much to your chagrin, however, you still have a soft heart for them. Even after all the teasing hell they’ve put you through.

With a soft sigh, you relent, wiping some of their tears off with your thumbs, “Alright alright, since you boys learned your lesson— you can touch me again.”

And with that, with what sounds like a chain breaking— they’re on you in an instant.

Pouncing and jumbling their limbs to hug you close, grabbing whatever inch of skin they can find almost afraid you’ll disappear if they let go— a little desperation lingering in their touch.

They waste no time in shoving their needy cocks back in, whimpering out ‘thank you’s and watery praises offering their form of worship in hickies and little bites on your skin.

Violets, greens and blues bloom form on your skin from the pressure of their grip, mapping every soft swell and dip of your body— so obvious in their aim to please and thirst for your attention.

You suppress a giggle.

Who knew such prideful angels could be reduced to such pathetic creatures? Whimpering and clamoring for your approval— burning the memory of how your skin folds and creases in their palms, kissing the marks on your skin as if you could fade at any moment—

They leave whatever mark they can in order to claim you, aching cocks pummeling your ass and cunt until your chubby legs shake from the fervor.

Stars form in your eyes from how they hone in on your spots, making your pussy cream white rings around the base, fingers traveling to grab whatever strands of hair they can find to anchor you back to earth.

Each of them take turns sloppily devouring your lips. Tongues and teeth clashing in a wet battle to chase the high of your taste coating their tastebuds— lips smacking and slurping to fill the empty space between your ears.

It’s filthy and raw— primal, in a way.

Your nipples are tugged and your clit is pinched, the burning, smoldering heat in your womb starts to swell.

It’s starting to boil over and make your vision cross, toes curling in.

Youregonnacumyouregonnacumyourgonnacum—

They double their efforts, rutting into you shamelessly and their whines and whimpers ring loud in your ear, till your mind is nothing but their moans and cocks.

“O-oh fuck! Yeah that’s it! Cum, babe— cum on your good boys fucking cocks! Do it! Do it! Cum! Fucking cum—!”

Something explodes inside you.

And you scream.

Your cunt squirts a fountain with white flooding vision, your legs are trembling and you feel light headed, almost enough to pass out.

They immediately follow behind as warm, sticky cum floods to your womb— adding to the rapture that sears that chokes your lungs.

The angels moan into your skin, looking just as fucked out as you are, holding you close to milk out every last drop.

You all collapse into a sweaty knot of limbs, each catching your breath and letting the rush of endorphins ride out.

Corny to say, but it really was heaven on earth— even if you had to break them to get there.

Cum oozes out of your abused, stretched out holes and pool onto the sheets below, joining your squirt.

You feel sticky every where and your mind is made of fuzz.

Coming down, Polyester and Polyurethane snuggle close to you, dotting your skin with soft and gentler kisses as the throbbing between your legs and ass begin to pulsate.

“You ok hun? We didn’t go too crazy did we?” Asks Polyester, softly tracing shapes along your rolls.

“Yeah we didn’t hurt you did we? I’d highkey feel bad if we did.” Polyurethane rests on your tit, mindlessly playing with your stubby fingers.

You can’t help but to chuckle and shake your head, “Nah, ‘m good.” They hum, happy with that answer.

“‘Kay. As much as we loved bullying your cute ass—we didn’t want to like, actually hurt you. Consent ‘n all that.”

Polyester shuffles up to kiss your jaw, “And like, we’re sorry for going hard too hard bullying you—that’s our bad.”

You smile at that, knowing despite their bratty, snobby attitudes, they actually cared.

And it kinda gives you butterflies.

“By the way,” the younger one adds, now looking up at you, “You’re not like like, actually going to find someone else to fuck, are you? Because no cap, we’re kinda attached to you now— lowkey cringe I know since we kinda just met and it’s giving real creeper vibes but, we’d….like to keep seeing you or whatever…” he mumbles, looking away as a dusting of pink stains his cheeks.

“So you saw me from across the bar and really digged my vibe—“

“Uuuuggh shut up,” Polyester chuckles gingerly kissing the tip of your nose, “So corny.”

His smile is sweet, pretty and dainty like his features, slowly peeling you off the sticky sheets.

“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”

You giggle.

“This is the fucking worst,” Polyurethane exclaims with a frustrated cry, kicking the tattered heap of black fabric that was once his angel uniform. Polyester’s responding groan of frustration and muttered mimicry of Polyurethane’s voice has the younger angel whipping his head back, outraged. “Don’t mock me, Polyester! What, is your head-ass doing any better with no wifi and no spare clothing?!”

(Considering the situation, you probably shouldn’t be so distracted, but…)

Polyester is glaring at his brother from where he sits, arms crossed and legs spread, on a church pew. The early sunset through stained glass window panes casts a kaleidoscopic halo over him; even the sparse decor of the altar looks ethereal under the buttery yellow glow.

The ghost you’d been dragged into helping them dispatch was a vicious one; once it turned its scissor-like claws on the angels and torn their uniforms to ribbons, you could only politely avert your gaze as they riddled it with holes and then demanded you help ferry them back to their Daten City church residence. Getting onto Heaven’s Online Shop and ordering new threads ASAP became their new priority mission. 

And then the wifi went down.

A Daten City-wide blackout! A Heaven-and-Hell-wide blackout! No online shopping, no quick contact with Heaven, no nothing. They couldn’t even use Double Low-Riser’s GPS function!

“I’m about to crash out,” Polyurethane moaned, head in hands, clearly unaware of the crash-out he was currently in the midst of. 

“There might be old priest habits in the back,” you comment mildly, even though your interests lie more-so with keeping the brothers in as little clothing as possible. Polyurethane tilts his head back to glare at you, having collapsed in a heap on the floor and facing away from his equally bad-tempered brother.

“I don’t want to wear that outdated garbage,” he shoots back. “Look at me! You think I’d be caught dead in some raggedy boomer fit?! I’d rather walk around naked than put that on!”

“Walk around naked, then,” Polyester responds drily. “Your constant bitching is gonna give me another headache.” Polyester leans back against the pew even more, hissing in discomfort. It seems to have entirely slipped his mind that of the two, he was the first to raise absolute hell once his clothing got ruined. There was at least three different ‘I’m gonna kill myself’s and five variations of ’L! This is an absolute L!’ (you didn’t want to count, but he was screaming directly into your ear).

Sprawled inelegantly over the altar in the centre of the church’s chancel, your eyes flicker between the two moping angels. Your plans to get back to work have long since been abandoned; by this hour of the day, you should be making plans to return home. You’re far too acquainted with the angel twins, though, to feel comfortable leaving them to their own whims. I’ll keep you company until you get your beloved wifi back, you had graciously told them. The fact you get to laze around their fancy church residence and get an eyeful of their bare chest is just an added bonus of your charity. 

Somewhere in-between counting the muscle groups on Polyester’s ribcage or leering at the definition of his exposed arms, your attention has been noticed by Polyester, who tilts his head enough that your eyes instinctively chase the movement and lock on his own. You can’t help but flush, pink and dark, at being so openly caught.

“You look focused, cutie,” Polyester begins, all casual and breezy, “maybe you saw something you like?”

The flustered blush on your features only gets darker as Polyester sprawls himself back, clearly pleased with your attention; the way he arches himself to splay across the pew ignites a shameful spark of arousal deep into you. Trying to fire back a smart response feels like a losing game, so all you do is mouth the word ‘maybe’ at him. 

“Quit yapping, Ester,” Polyurethane says distractedly, fiddling with some bright-blue gadget. “I’m trying to fix this thing.”

“Sure, sure, do that,” Polyester responds half-heartedly as he beckons you over, a conspiratorial gleam in his eye. You swing your legs off the altar and make contact with the floor to make your way over to him; the distance is only slight, but Polyester seems ridiculously self-satisfied with himself as you come to him like some sweet little pet. Despite their ridiculous ego— or maybe because of it— they always get such a kick out of your obvious adorations and praise for them. 

“Come here,” you murmur, even as you’re the one to move closer to Polyester; you take your place next to him on the flat, uncomfortable pew. You reach out, tentatively running the tips of your fingers over the ridges of his chest, feeling the warm skin of his pectorals. Polyester flexes a little, muscles twitching as he lets you explore the thick, defined planes of his body. They’re both so muscular and toned; there’s proof of their angelic nature in the uncanny imperfection of their bodies, because only beings from Heaven could be this impossibly beautiful. 

You can’t stop yourself from skimming your fingers lower, lower; the V-line that points down south beyond the tattered edge of his white pants and the outline of a sparkly gold thong is darkly tempting. There’s a simple conclusion you’ve drawn from your sinful escapades with the twins— Polyurethane has the bigger ass, but Polyester has the bigger dick. You can hear Polyester’s breath hitch as you make contact with the wiry happy trail of sky-blue hair that leads, like some treasure-map, to the deliciously thick bulge nestled between his muscular thighs.

“You want it, huh?” Polyester whispers, voice a little raspy. “I’ll give it to you good. Come here.” 

When he dips his head to capture your lips, you reciprocate; you fully go to cup his heavy bulge and Polyester lowly groans into the kiss. His teeth are on your lower lips as you run your hands over his shaft, feeling how he hardens under your touch, the way his big balls twitch under your loving; the thought of having him inside you makes your body run hot even as some vaguely rational part of you remembers you’re in a church with Polyurethane sitting a few feet away, distracted.

With an impatient groan, Polyester pulls you onto his lap, your thighs hooking over his spread legs and causing your core to be right against his throbbing dick. You feel hazy with lust and all common sense is rapidly being sweated out as Polyester pulls you in close for a messy kiss, tongue in your mouth and teeth on your bottom lip as he sighs against you. The feeling of his firm, muscular arms around you is somehow what gets you going the most; Polyester’s forearms are so buff, and he holds you with a firm grip. If you wanted to be sentimental, you could say he’s like the cheesy superhero-love-interest who could lift you from a burning building. Sentimentality is more-or-less the last thing on your mind, and instead your mind is conjuring images of his nice, big hands around your throat, or how he hooks his toned arms around your thighs when he wants to spread you wide.

Polyester breaks the heated kiss with a loose sigh. There’s a thin line of spit connecting your glossy lips, because getting all messy like this is what Polyester does best; the man himself hardly notices it as his dark-red eye is instead focused on something– or someone– behind you. Who could it possibly be? Of course his twin brother wasn’t going to sit there fiddling with a useless gadget as the two of you shamelessly got it on a couple feet away from him. 

“So shameless.” Polyurethane drags the word out with every disdainful syllable. “Like, in a church? I would totally rat you out to our boss, Ester, but I don’t wanna get dragged down with your BS…” He’s so hypocritical you’re almost shocked out of your arousal to instead launch a tirade at him about how you have a lot of nerve acting all high-and-holy after the shit you tried to pull last week with a plastic crucifix and the storage room of a Catholic bookstore but Polyurethane is too fast on propping himself up behind you, one leg on the pew and the other still on the ground. “And you!”

You try to ignore Polyester moving one hand to fondle your ass, clearly not that fazed by Polyurethane’s usual overreactions.

“You’re ignoring me,” Polyurethane accuses, coming up behind you to rest his head on your shoulder. He takes your chin in one hand and jerks your head to meet his eyes. His displeased teal gaze bores into you as his other hand takes your free one, guiding it to his own chest. “You are the rudest. Like, you’re gonna go blow up Polyester’s already-huge ego and be all ‘oh you’re so strong, your muscles are so sexy’ and ignore me? Uh, I don’t think so.”

Now that your hand is on it, your mind is spinning with thoughts of Polyurethane’s own ridiculously well-built body. There’s an almost feminine aspect to the alluring curves of Polyurethane’s torso, his pectorals so perfectly round and with plump, peachy nipples crowning them. The contrast of his firm, sculpted abs and the hard planes of his arms against his cute face and bubblegum-pink hair make you feel utterly insatiable. Polyurethane’s V-line dips beneath his matching gold thong, his impressive cock already erect from just watching you act a mess on his brother’s lap.

From behind, he moves to cup your breasts, kneading at the soft flesh like some kitten. Your clothes are still in good condition— save for an exposing cut around the midsection— but you feel as naked as the twins when Polyurethane’s thumb brushes over your nipple, the sensitive bud stiffening and hardening under his touch. You instinctively arch into his touch, and Polyester lets out a pleased chuckle at your reaction to his brother’s ministrations. The exhaustion from earlier has left you sensitive and pliant still, leaning into the indulgent touches as Polyurethane takes your breasts in his hands and pushes them together. 

“Cute,” Polyurethane murmurs into your ear. Polyester, not to be left out, dips his head low enough to put his lips on the cleavage Polyurethane is pushing together to suck a hickey right below your clavicle. When he unlatches himself, you glimpse the awfully pleased smile on his face before he goes in for another adoring kiss. 

You can feel Polyester move to tangle one hand in your hair, a telltale sign he wants you to suck him off. He’s so impatient it’s a wonder he’s lasted this long without asking you to get on your knees– the one thing you probably should do in this church– and give him a blowjob as filthy and dirty as you know he likes it. You unseat yourself from his lap and put enough space between the two of you so that you can reach his thighs. 

“Don’t go too overboard,” Polyurethane chimes in, freeing your breasts from his grip to instead encircle the waistband of your garments and drag them down. “Gotta play nice when we share.”

“Since when have you cared about that?” Polyester responds offhandedly, gently guiding you low to his bulge and then moving the synthetic fabric to the side. Polyester’s cock springs free from his shiny golden jockstrap, slapping against your cheek and leaving a filthy smear of precum. His fat cockhead is only inches away from your mouth and it feels mindless to unfurl your tongue and give him slight kitten licks; even the light touches make Polyester exhale, pleased. 

You go to use your hands on him, idly pumping his cock as you take him deeper in your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip and then tracing the veiny underside; you take notice of Polyurethane moving a little, but your attention is split. A light sheen of sweat on Polyester’s chest— some remnant of exhaustion from your previous skirmish— glistens in the setting sun’s light and makes the dusky nipples on his thick, perky torso shine a little. The view drives you crazy with lust and you impulsively take another inch deeper into your throat, causing Polyester to tilt his head back and groan softly.

“So good for me, pretty girl,” he murmurs, voice thick and low with arousal. You hear Polyurethane’s exaggerated pout at the same time cool air hits you from behind, feeling suddenly exposed. Your nose is nestled in the azure tufts of Polyester’s happy trail, gagging on his thick shaft as it hits the back of your throat, when Polyurethane’s fingers spread your cunt wide. 

“It’s a good view back here,” he comments with intentional lightness. Polyester leans back.

“Nice view here too,” he agrees cordially, as if they were discussing a nice sunset. “I think we deserve it. Y’know, for working so hard. Being Heaven’s best angels, n’ all.”

“We really are the best of the best, huh?” Polyurethane boasts shamelessly, breathlessly amused as he gives your ass a light smack. “You’re pretty lucky you get all of our attention.”

You’re so full of yourself, you want to respond, but it comes out as a muffled noise around Polyester’s girth in your mouth. Polyurethane’s eyes are stuck to the insanely arousing arch of your body as you position yourself a little more enticingly on the solid pew, ass presenting upwards as you lay your upper body across Polyester’s lap. With an appreciative groan, Polyurethane lines himself up behind you, idly rubbing his tip down your messy cunt.

The thick head of his cock pushes past your tight entrance, and he lets out a low moan. Polyurethane is so big you can feel the stretch in your cunt as he fills you up, inch by addicting inch; you can only channel the overwhelming feeling through a desperate moan around Polyester’s cock. 

“Fuck, your cunt feels like heaven,” Polyurethane moans, setting a rough pace as his hips meet yours in quick, heavy thrusts. “This pretty pussy was made for me.”

“Not you,” Polyester shoots back, his hand gripping your hair to force you deeper on his cock. “Maybe me, though.”

You can’t see his face, but you just know Polyurethane is rolling his eyes exaggeratedly. Their useless bickering doesn’t even annoy you when Polyurethane’s dick feels so good, pounding into you heavy and fast, wet sounds filling the room as his balls slap against you. The empty echo of the church makes every sexual noise echo, loud amongst the otherwise sacred silence. Maybe you should feel especially ashamed for doing this someplace holy, but bringing pleasure to capital-a Angels should balance it out. Maybe. You’re too fucked-out to recall the twisted Daten City scriptures.

“Babe,” Polyurethane whines, all needy and pitchy as he draws the word out, “I’m so close. G’na cum– fuck– can I– inside you, please?”

Polyester grunts. “Me too…” The hand in your shifts, and his thumb comes to rest on your nape, idly stroking it in some odd show of tenderness Polyester always does when he’s about to cum. Polyurethane’s impending orgasm is marked by the way his grip on your hips tightens and weakens erratically, like he can’t decide if he wants to hold you tight or grab onto something else. It feels a little perverted that you’re so acquainted with their sexual habits.

“Inside me, Ure,” you mumble frantically, freeing your mouth from Polyester’s dick to jerk him off, tonguing the tip as he curses under his breath. You bob your head once, twice, before Polyester grits his teeth and unleashes a stream of sticky cum into your mouth. Almost immediately after, Polyurethane moans loud and hilts himself fully, painting your insides white as you feel the heat of his cum settle inside your pussy.

“So good, so pretty…” Polyester murmurs breathlessly, untangling his hand to instead cup your cheeks and bring your face close to his. He tastes himself on you as you kiss messily, letting out a pleased groan at the absolute filthiness of it. You can feel Polyurethane’s head drop against your shoulder, pink hair fluttering against your kiss-bitten neck. 

One of these days there’s going to be consequences for letting the twins fill you up with their seed constantly, but right now all you can think about is how right it feels when Polyurethane’s in you, raw, and Polyester’s seed turns your lips all filthy and glossy. 

Hawks was nearing his rut. That much was clear. Keeping up an easy going appearance was what he excelled at, until he hit that particular time of the year. Until he was forced to take that medication that would suppress his primal instinct to breed.

But rarely anything in this world came without bearing unpleasant consequences.

“I’ll just have the usual. Thanks.”

The young waitress then turned to you expectantly. “And you, miss?”

You pondered for a second as you eyed the pro hero sitting in front of you. To anyone oblivious to the changes occurring in his body they might think he was just not a morning person.

An idea popped in your mind all of a sudden.

“I’ll have a strawberry lollipop,” you finally said, causing Hawks to briefly lift his eyes from the phone in his hand. “What? I have a sweet tooth.”

The waitress nodded and walked away. He was still glaring at you, one fuzzy eyebrow slightly arched.

“Just that? It’s not a proper breakfast.”

“Neither is coffee, yet here we are.”

He shrugged at your response, shifting his attention back to his phone.

Coffee was his personal mood booster. It was dangerous to demand anything from a rutting Hawks until he had drunk an unhealthy amount of it.

The sun was barely out, and that was exactly why he’d choose this café. Only a few people would be there, which meant he wouldn’t have to deal with loud fans walking up to him and asking for selfies or autographs... or even hugs. It was perfect to hide from everyone how moody and snappy he could get in times like these.

But you figured he still wasn’t taking the medication. He always dreaded it because of how groggy and lethargic it’d leave him.

“You okay?”

He had his index finger flicking up and down on the screen. “Sure.”

But what Hawks didn’t know was that... well... you knew what why he was acting so unlike him.

Soon after, the waitress came back with a large cup of coffee and your lollipop that you promptly snatched from the tray with a smile.

Hawks mumbled a quick ‘thanks’ and you watched him take a few gulps of the hot beverage, while you removed the wrapping.

He sighed in pure relief as his huge wings vibrated from the instant pleasure. “I really needed this.”

You also reckoned he needed something else.

Sliding the round candy in your mouth, you propped your chin on interlaced fingers, regarding him quizzically.

“Is that all you need?”

The apparent innocent question had his golden eyes meet yours. However, you needed them to travel south, so you parted your lips seductively and dangled the lollipop from one corner of your mouth to the other with your tongue.

Bingo.

Hawks’ eyes dropped to your mouth in an instant, taking in the sight of you skilfully twirling the stick while letting out some lewd wet sounds.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what? I love sucking...” you said innocently.

The cup in his hand cracked lightly from his tight grip, and a faint frown settled on his beautiful face.

“You sure you okay?”

For someone who was able to maintain an wavering smile not matter the circumstances, Hawks really was falling behind his reputation. Maybe it wasn’t wise for you to keep pushing him like this. All the innuendos and teasing would eventually get him to snap.

You kept on sucking and licking the hard candy happily, eyeing your boyfriend with utmost interest.

He took another sip of his hot coffee, and you noticed his pupils were slightly dilated. Undoubtedly, the visual of you sucking on something was a enough to spark his arousal.

“Hmm... this tastes so good...” you moaned softly, fluttering your eyes shut for a brief moment. “Want to taste it?”

When he didn’t reply, you decided to take it up a notch. You kicked off your shoe and moved it to touch his leg.

He arched an eyebrow.

Slowly, you began sliding it up his leg and only stopped once you’d reached his inner thigh.

“Stop...”

You let the round candy caress your bottom lip, making sure he could see strings of your saliva sliding down to coat your tongue. Mustering a bit more courage, you dragged your feet until it reached his crotch.

Hawks was hard as a rock.

“You’re so warm...” you whispered, rubbing your foot against his cock.

You could tell he was about to snap.

“Hawks? Honey, look! It’s Hawks!”

You quickly turned your head to look at a young couple that was approaching your table. It couldn’t be avoided. Even in the early hours there would always be someone who was a fan of Hawks.

Hawks was forced to regain his composure, and you figure it was taking every single fibre in his body to produce his trademark unwavering grin.

The woman seemed a little hesitant at first. “Are we interrupting something? I’m so sorry... we are big fans.”

“You are such an inspiration to us,” the man added with excitement.

“Thank you!” Hawks beamed, his beautiful features never betraying what was going on under the table. “Want an autograph?”

She quickly nodded, rummaging through her purse to get a pen. “Our baby will love you, too. We’ll make sure of that.”

Hawks visibly swallowed. “Baby?”

“Yes! We found out we’re going to be parents last week.”

You side-eyed him closely. Inwardly, you started cackling in delight, knowing far too well this was one of Hawks’ most intimate triggers. It was far too obvious that being in his rut made it all much worse for him

“Congratulations! How is everything going?” you inquired sweetly, applying gentle pressure on his covered erection with your toes.

He shifted in his seat, doing his best to cope with the sudden stimulation coming from you.

The woman seemed taken aback by your kindness and quickly bowed her head while handing the pen to Hawks.

“Oh, the morning sickness can be quite draining, but otherwise I can’t complain.”

Her partner handed Hawks a copy of a magazine that had him on the cover. He blushed awkwardly. “She keeps it in her purse in case we run into you so we can get an autograph.”

“That’s awesome,” he said genuinely, his voice slightly strained as he drew his signature on it. “Thanks for the support.”

The couple retrieved the magazine and bowed to both of you before walking away.

“That is so cool...” you said, twirling the lollipop stick in between your thumb and index finger. “I wonder what it feels like being pregnant.”

Hawks moved your foot away from his crotch. “Bathroom. Now.”

Your mouth fell open at his sudden outburst, sliding your foot back into your shoe. “Why?”

He rose to his full height as his red wings quivered slightly. “I’m done with you.”

Placing the hard candy back on its wrapping, you gulped as you followed his lead. The café had started to get more clients, and some of them shot a few glares at the winged hero.

The waitress was eyeing both of you. “Is everything okay?”

Hawks shot a brief smile. “She’s not feeling well.”

He certainly had a way to have things go his way.

She looked at yo worriedly. “Should I get help?”

Hawks hurried you into the bathroom, before adding. “She’s with the number two pro hero. I’m all the help she needs.”

Point taken.

Hawks pulled you into a small cubicle, shutting the door with a kick. You heard the lock rattle and you took the opportunity turn around to face him. His massive wings struggled to fit inside the confined space, which caused him to look more menacing as they coiled up against his body.

“You’re rutting.”

His pupils were fully blown and you briefly saw something flash in his eyes. “Of course you know.”

“I know a lot of things,” you cooed, dragging down one hand to squeeze him through his pants. “You’re not taking your medication.”

You’d been dating Hawks for a few months now, and you found out that he went through a rut every year by mere chance. It didn’t take long for you to connect the dots after hearing a phone conversation between him and someone from the commission — you assumed it was a doctor —, who insisted that Hawks had to take the hormonal suppressant medication to lessen the effects, allowing him to function properly.

“I don’t fucking need it,” he snarled at you through gritted teeth.

“I think you do... if you’re so willing to fuck me in a public bathroom,” you whispered seductively, giving his cock a gentle squeeze. “I wonder what made you snap... was it the conversation about pregnancy... or—“

Hawks had had enough of your running your mouth, and with little effort on his part, he flipped you over so that you were now pressed against the bathroom sink, a tall mirror capturing your surprised expression along with his feral one.

“No, little bird...” he growled, hooking his gloved fingers in the belt loops of your pants. “I am not gonna fuck you. I’m gonna breed you.”

It was a dark promise, and one you knew he could keep. After all, that was the purpose of a rut: to breed. Every single cell in his body was prepared for this, and you couldn’t bring yourself to pretend this sudden shift in Hawks’ demeanor didn’t make your pussy clench.

Your hands were supporting your weight by gripping the edge of the cold material of the sink, and you tentatively leaned forward in an attempt to brush against his crotch.

Hawks slid one hand to your front, effectively undoing your pants. “You’re ovulating... fuck...”

That caught by surprise. “What...”

He shifted his body on top of yours, so he could nuzzle your neck, capturing your scent.

“I can smell it... fuck...fuck... you need to be bred...”

In one swift motion, he yanked your pants down. Hawks was usually so much more gentle with you during sex; this was definitely something unexpected, but that you couldn’t stop yourself from yearning.

On the other hand, you considered his words for a moment. Did he really mean it? Did he really want to knock you up, or was this just his hormones talking?

Either way, this was turning you on beyond belief, and you decided to egg him on.

“You want to breed me?”

He was nipping at your neck, causing a few of his moans to be heard. You could feel the hard print of his cock pressed against the curve of your ass, and as you bucked your hips instinctively you felt his own meet you halfway, setting a slow rhythm.

“I need to knock you up... I need you tummy all swollen with my baby,” the young man kept mumbling more to himself than to you, but you couldn’t get enough of it. “I need your... your...”

A gush of wetness leaked out of your pussy as you felt him fumbling with his belt. Through the reflection in the mirror, you could see a faint blush settling on his face, increasing his handsomeness by a tenfold — you didn’t even know how that was possible.

“My what...” your voice came out in a low mewl, keeping your hips swaying at a steady pace.

Hawks undid his pants at once, and gave your ass cheeks a few slaps with his leaking cock.

He gripped your hip tightly. “Let me see your tits...”

You kept yourself balance on one hand as the other dragged the fabric of your shirt up, rolling it just above your breasts. Hawks released his cock, bringing his hips forward to have it slide between your round cheeks; you could start to feel the wetness coating your skin and standing your panties as he kept humping you. His free hand moved to grasp your bra, jerking the material down and finally exposing your hardening nipples.

Hawks heaved a deep breath, resting his chin on your shoulder as he looked at your body through the mirror.

“Can’t wait until they get bigger... full of milk... leaking for me...” he brushed his gloved thumb across your sensitive nipple, causing it to harden even more. “I bet it will taste so good... so sweet... you know I love sweet things.”

Your mind was going blank from all the pleasure being delivered to you at once. From his cock slowly fucking your ass cheeks all the way to the way he was glaring at you through some public bathroom mirror while spitting out the filthiest things you had ever heard him utter.

He snapped his hips hard for a split second, almost causing you to lose balance, forcing you to grip the sink with both hands, eyes still fixed on the way your breasts bounced softly along with each shove from him.

Slowly, he dragged his hand to your lower abdomen, massaging it with spread fingers. “Fuck... I need to feel it getting swollen... gonna knock you up so good.”

Streaks of precum were sliding down your cheeks, leaving wet trails behind and sending jolts of pleasure running down your spine.

“Sorry, but I’m gonna make you cum fast,” he suddenly said.

You weren’t really sure why he was apologizing for that, or even how he intended to achieve such feat. Hawks was more than capable of pleasuring women, but even the most skilled man certainly had his limitations when it came to how fast they could make a woman reach her high.

Even so, apologizing for giving someone an orgasm probably ranked up high with the likes of “Sorry, but I’m going to give you a new house” or “Sorry, but I’m going to give you an unlimited supply of money”. Out of all the things he could feel sorry for — like desperately banging you in some public bathroom, for example—, that one should be the least of his concerns.

As if reading the skepticism splattered across your face, he gave you a knowing smile, and before you could even wonder what he meant by that you felt something poking your covered clit.

What the...

“Hawks!”

You didn’t expect desperate Hawks to play fair, but this was on another level. The fabric covering your soaked pussy was being pulled to the side, and in no time a velvety object started proving your pulsing clit.

He was using his feathers.

Now you knew what he meant by making you cum fast, the bastard. The sensation was overwhelming, and you vaguely wondered why he had never tried this before.

“Shh... I need you to cum first, so I can have your pussy milking my cock,” he pressed a kiss on your neck. “Be a good girl and keep your voice down.”

With one hand still caressing your tummy and the other squeezing one breasts softly, you tried hard to bite back your moans as his feather kept stroking your clit as he commanded.

You started panting heavily, drunk in pleasure. “I... I... Hawks...”

Seeing that you weren’t going to be able to keep quiet, he brought the hand on your breast to clamp it over your mouth.

“You’re so ready for me... I can feel the vibrations through my feather... you’re throbbing so much for me, baby...”

And it was the absolute truth. Your were absolutely sure his feather was already drenched in your juices, but you didn’t care at all. A few more flicks and strokes sent your hips into auto-pilot, trying to get more friction.

Long and drawn out moans erupted from your throat only to be muffled by his gloved hand.

You could feel something in your core swirling and shifting and through the haze of passion, you could tell it was the tension building up inside you that was reaching a dangerous peak.

“Good girl... t-that’s my girl... getting ready for me to breed her...”

His dirty talk served as the perfect incentive for you to get closer and closer to the edge. You saw your vision begin to tunnel and suddenly you fell headfirst into the explosion of pleasure that had your arms and legs shake violently, and you thanked the heavens that Hawks’ body was pressed against yours, or you’d have sunk to your feet.

But before your pussy could stop contracting around nothing, you felt your body being pushed forward and in one quick slide, his cock was buried deep inside you.

Hawks’ hips faltered for a second as he adjusted to your tightness. “Fuck!”

The feather brushing your clit stopped its ministrations, and as your field of vision started clearing, you saw it hovering in front of your face. It was completely covered in your juices and a few droplets dripped onto the sink. His hand fell to grip your hip, and your lips immediately parted in a silent scream as overstimulation took over.

“Keep it open... lick... lick it...” he groaned, his voice strained and shaky as his cock endured your contractions.

You extended your tongue out, allowing is feather to drag along it, pooling your wetness on your tongue.

Hawks’ reflection shivered before your eyes at the newfound source of pleasure. “F-fuuuck... just like that...”

His wings fluttered as so did the feather stroking your muscle, and even though your orgasm had already subsided, the never ending stimulation from his thick cock hitting deep inside you was just too much.

“I’m gonna lose it! Fuck!” he nearly cried out, ad you could only pray that no one could hear him outside.

Your knees bucked weakly as he snapped his hips into you once, twice and again closing in on his own release, but the moment you ran your tongue over the sensitive extension of his body you knew he was done for. He bucked up to meet your hips in an especially sharp thrust and you could feel the hot gush of his cum deep inside you, coating your trembling walls, mixing with your own juices.

He hadn’t lasted long, but you weren’t at all surprised, considering how much the vast array of different stimuli that he was subjected to in such a sort amount of time.

A few seconds ticked by, and he finally began pulling out, you pussy reflexively clamping around him as if to make him stay.

“Stop clenching like that before I get hard again...” he warned, giving your ass a soft smack as he slid out completely with a loud slurping sound.

You whimpered softly as emptiness filled you instead. As you were about to straighten yourself, you felt a blob of cum threading to spill, and Hawks promptly kept you leaning forward.

“I didn’t just fill you with a big load for you to waste it all,” and with that, he dragged the tip of his cock along your leaking pussy and pushed it back inside. “There you go... all stuffed again.”

The head of his cock didn’t stay inside you for long, and once he slid out you reached for paper from the dispenser hanging on the wall.

He grabbed your arm. “No.”

“I need to clean myself...”

“No, you don’t,” Hawks whispered sweetly into your ear, and you felt him tug at your panties before letting the fabric slap your over sensitive clit. “You’re gonna be a good girl and keep it all in.”

Your eyes widened in shock. Certainly, he didn’t mean that....

“Hawks... I can’t walk around with your cum dripping from me,” you stated as a matter of fact.

You saw his reflection in the mirror; he had a devious smile dancing on his lips, making your insides coil in sudden realization.

“Didn’t you want me to breed you? Then keep my cum inside your tight pussy,” he began, planting soft caring kisses on the side of your neck in between. “Think you can do that for me, beautiful?”

Feeling your panties sticking to your swollen lips with the aftermath of both your juices and drops of his cum made a shiver run down you entire body.

You nodded once.

Suddenly, he bent over slightly to grasp the waistband of your pants, quickly dragging them up your thighs.

“Time to go,” he huffed as one of his gloved hands brushed along his unruly golden locks of hair. “This was just meant to be a quick coffee run.”

There was a faint smudge of pink crossing his nose and resting on both his cheeks. He looked positively less tense, with his blush being the only indicator that he had just emptied his balls deep inside you.

He unlocked the door and exited first, but not before shooting his Hawks-like smile at you. “I’ll be going ahead to pay and deal with the fans.”

You chuckled as the door closed, and turned to look at your reflection in the mirror while adjusting your clothes. “Well... don’t look at me like that. He’s impossible to resist, especially like this...”

After you were done washing your hands, you took a few steps immediately feeling a few drops of cum dripping onto your panties. You clenched your pussy hard in the hopes of preventing more from spilling.

This was not going to end well.

Taking a deep breath, you walked out and were met with the waitress. “Oh! Are you alright now?”

Yeah, I just got fucked hard and I have cum leaking from me. “Yes! Thank you, and sorry for leaving like that... I really wasn’t feeling well.”

She nodded in understanding, stepping aside to let you walk into the lobby only to see a loud commotion of people piling up around something. Big massive turfs of scarlet feathers quickly gave it away and you smiled fondly.

Hawks.

A few girls standing nearby were giggling to each other, catching your attention.

“Oh my... he’s so much more handsome up close,” one said with a dreamy sigh.

“His wings are so pretty...” the other murmured.

Yes. Hawks had that effect on nearly everyone he crossed paths with. In one way or another, people had the tendency to fall fo him and be drawn by his quirky personality. Even if at the end of the day, once he got home, you could see the wearing effects of having to keep up with this society’s standards.

As the crowd began to disperse, he waved a hand at you.

“It was so nice to have you here, Hawks,” the young waitress blurted out as you two made your exit. “Please come again!”

The number two pro hero bowed his head and gave her a thumbs up. “I’m sure I will. Very soon,” he winked at you.

Very poor choice of words.

-

His hands are hot as they pin your legs back, pressing into the meaty flesh of your thighs, blunt nails digging half moons into your skin. 

The exhales that are panted across your cheek are wheezing, almost breathless as he snaps his hips forward, balls papping against the slick of your cunt with each forward cant. The bed creaks and he lets out a restless huff when your leg slips from his grasp, slippery from the steady build up of perspiration that lingers under your bent knees. 

“Keep still,” he grumbles, shifting onto his haunches and untwining your arms from his neck. He looms over you, cerulean eyes flashing in the darkness. 

“It’s not like...ah...like I did that on purpose,” you snap, annoyed by his sudden halt, rolling your hips and slipping his throbbing cock deeper into your wet heat.

Dabi rewards your obstinance with a groan, marred hands yanking you closer before taking hold of your straining calves and flopping them over his patchy shoulders. 

He doesn’t give you time to adjust to this new, half crumpled position, lurching hips already digging in, pressing until you’re trapped under the weight of his upper body. The shift is sharp, bordering on painful, and the rub of his dick piercings, the tap of the gleaming silver that dots the tip of his cock against your cervix, makes you writhe. 

You shove against his chest, fingers catching against the rasp of his staples and he moans, lips and teeth pulling at the flesh of your neck, working bruises into the hollow of your throat.

“Fuck, that feels so good. Mmm, greedy little bitch, aren’t you? You want it? Huh?”

“Wh-what?” you wince, eyes shuddering open as he leans closer. When he forces your legs further, urging you into a sharp v, a wicked grin splitting his lips, you jolt. “Shit. Knock it off! That hurts!”

“Then keep still,” he warns, fingertips heating up, forcing you to comply with his demands. “You feel good like this. Fuck. I wanna f–fucking fill you up. Till you’re dripping, till you can’t take anymore. Hold it all in, make you take my cum until you’re swollen. Fuck, fuck, ffffuck this feels good.”

His hips are moving at a blistering pace, ramming into you, shoving his throbbing cock as far as it will go. The scrape of his Jacob’s ladder makes your toes curl, but the answering flush of wetness from your cunt is what does it, finally loosening him from whatever semblance of control he was clinging onto. 

“Yes! Ahhh, you’re fucking milking my cock, babe. You want it? Shit. You want me to stuff you? Stuff you so fucking full. Fuck, you’d look good with my kid in your belly. Make your tits bigger too. And...oooh, you liked that? You like that I wanna knock you up? Just...fuck! Damn it, damn it, damn it!”

Your legs are shaking under his palms and you can’t help the spasm that bends your back, cunt avariciously urging him on, already beginning to ripple around his length, demanding that he make good on that threat of his.

“God. Such a dirty bitch. Come on, take it, fucking take it!”

His cock is twitching, swelling as he releases into you, his ruts sputtering out, hipbones grinding down against the curve of your ass. He keeps pumping forward though, mindlessly grunting about how he wants you to run him dry, how he wants to fuck a baby into you, to see you ripe, swollen with his seed.

“You better not mean that,” you scowl afterwards, wiping the stick of his cum from between your legs. 

“What?” he croaks from his sprawled position on the bed, one arm flung over his face, lean chest heaving.

“Uh, all that shit about getting me pregnant? You better not actually be trying to do that.”

“Tch. Fuck no. Last thing the world needs is another...” he pauses, a hissed exhale leaving his mismatched lips, a dark look passing over his eyes. “Another me.”

He lets out the prettiest moan when he looks up at you, having half the mind to bend you over and rail you till he's given you everything. You, with your perfect tits bouncing with each roll and grind of your hips, paired with that teasing smile of yours, is enough to make a grown man cry.

“Gimme a kiss,” he utters, and you grin as you lower yourself, your tits getting squished against his chest. He grabs the side of your head, your breathing mixing together as you come impossibly close. Just as your lips are about to touch, you pull back the slightest bit and his eyebrows give the slightest twitch.

“Are you gonna give Miles a chance?” he groans and pushes his head away childishly, “Can you please not talk about that kid when we're fucking? Jesus.” 

You slow the rolls of your hips, before coming to a full stop, your shoulders shaking as you laugh against his neck. “I didn’t hear a no..” you raise your head to catch his gaze, to find that he’s purposefully not meeting your eyes, jaw locked stubbornly. 

“No. Now can we please go back to you riding me? That’d be great.”

“Well, you’re not listening to me, so why should I?”

“Are you serious? We really gonna do this? Now?”

You shrug, clamping down on him suddenly, and he sputters, cock pulsing appreciatively. “That’s not fair.” he grits his teeth.

“What’s not fair is wanting to save your loved ones but being told no by some ridiculous universal rule that-mmf” your rambling gets cut off as Miguel kisses you, thrusting up at you hard. His tongue muffles your moans as he continues pistoning his cock in and out of your pussy, keeping you in place with a hand on your ass.

“You know why I can’t, bebita, don’t make me do this..” he hisses out, trying to concentrate on fucking you till you forget all about that stupid kid. 

“What if- oh fffuck,” you moan, eyes rolling back as he keeps hitting that one spot deep inside your pussy, “What if it was me?” your question seems to catch him off guard as he halts all movements “What?”

Miguel knew the consequences of his actions, and he’d learned them the hard way. He wasn’t heartless, he knew what that kid was going through was hard, and it was about to become a lot worse. You asking him to put you in that situation, even if it was imaginary, made his mind short-circuit. He couldn’t lose you, ever. But he also knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. This was bigger than you and him. The whole multiverse as you know it would be at stake. But he’d find a way. He’d find a way for you. If there was a way, then maybe… he could try to hear Miles out. (he hated himself for even admitting that inside his head)

“Wouldn’t you try to save me baby?” with his concentration slipping, you got the chance to take back full control, as you started bouncing on his cock at a bruising pace, “Save this pussy?” the whimper Miguel let out was a good enough answer, but you were greedy. “Huh, baby?”

“Uh-huh, yeah.. ffuck yes, would turn the whole world upside down f’r you…. Please, Oh fuck please, just keep fuckin’ me like that…” the sounds coming out of him turned feral- and he didn’t even realize you positioned his hands over your tits, till he squeezed the supple flesh in his hands and moaned, the muscles in his arms flexing violently.

“Yeah? Not gonna let me go, baby?” you laugh giddily, leaning back to support yourself with your hands on his thick thighs, circling your hips as he’s balls deep inside you.

His hands slide around your back when he sits up suddenly, and you gasp, clawing at his shoulders for support, and he snarls “Never.”

The pace you both set has both of you panting and moaning uncontrollably, with you grinding your hips down to meet his each time he thrusts up, his fat balls slapping your ass every single time.

“Who knows,” you feel Miguel utter against your hair, “maybe I’d let the whole fuckin’ universe collapse for you, cariño..” A shiver runs down your spine and you throw your head back and moan. He chuckles breathlessly, groaning when he feels you clamp around him impossibly tight. “Shit, that’s bad, huh? Maybe I should change careers-fuck,”

“Are you gonna come, baby? Cause ‘m coming for you, gonna fill you up so well,”

He’s seen worlds completely devoid of color, worlds overflowing with color, worlds filled with water and housing amphibian-like humans, worlds that were stuck in their caveman phase, worlds that had progressed far beyond his own home world.

He’s loved some of these worlds, revisited a few in his down time, and he’s hated quite a bit a bit, wishing he could erase the part of his brain that housed that particular world’s information.

There’s not much that shocks him when he steps into a new, foreign place. He thinks he’s seen it all, and he’s approached each new adventure with a kind of naivety that you’d expect from a fresh new spider-man, that’s how he’s managed to stumble upon a world that left him at a complete loss for words.

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Miguel thinks he may have to send his suit in for some repairs, because the sight in front of him cannot be actually happening.

The suit glitches away from his face, descends down to just below his collarbones, and maybe his eyes need an examination, too, because the sight in front of him doesn’t change.

To his left is a couple, a man and a woman, stark naked in an overcrowded train. Their clothes are neatly folded on the floor underneath the kneeling man’s knees, and said man has his face stuffed between the woman’s thighs, mouth loudly slurping at her cunt.

There’s an elderly woman sat next to them, occasionally glancing over with a neutral expression—the kind of expression you’d don while doing something mundane, like glancing at the person next to you’s progress on a word puzzle in the newspaper.

Directly across from the couple is a man dressed in casual business wear -likely on his way to work judging by the rising sun just outside the train window- nothing unusual besides the fact that his cock is pulled through the zipper of his slacks, his hand lazily stroking it as he watches the sex act play out in front of him.

Further down the train are two men slotting their cocks together and humping, three women taking an immense interest in each other’s breast, and even further down than that, through the window of the door that leads to the next train cart, Miguel can see hordes of naked bodies moving together in what he assumes is a raunchy orgy.

The train pulls to a stop at the platform, a loud chime sounding, and the man who had been stroking his cock tucks it away (he’s still hard, mushroom head leaking and staining the material of his pants), retrieves his briefcase, and exits the train. Miguel turns, and when he sees similar sights all along the inside of the train station, he begins to get an idea of the kind of world he’s stumbled into.

He finds an empty corner to tap away on his watch, fingers fumbling as he tries to reopen the portal so he can get the hell back to HQ and out of this fuck-fest of a world.

His finger is hovering over the button to get him out of there, but before he can press it and get out of dodge, two hands are moving to grab at the waistband of his pants —or what would be the waistband of his pants, had he not been cloaked in a nanotech suit— and attempting to pull them down.

“What the-” It’s you. The same you that sits at the reception desk in HQ, a shy little thing that could just never get a handle on her new spider powers but still wanted to be of help so she settled for assisting in the clerical side of hero work—er, it’s not the same you, obviously, but you look the same, down to the little blemishes that he never thought were blemishes in the first place.

“What’s wrong with your clothes?” Your voice comes out in a mildly annoyed whine, face scrunched up into a displeased frown as your hands wander about his suit, the pixels blacking out underneath your touch. “That’s real freaky.”

“What the hell are you doing?”

You throw him a quizzical look, and he throws you one as well, although his packs more of a punch than yours. “Using… you?” He can tell that you’re not the spider of this world, and it wouldn’t take any effort on his part to remove you from him, he the makes no move to push you away. “I don’t normally do this on the way to work—it makes such a mess and I always end up being so late and my boss is so mean.” Your eyes flit about as you ramble in your usual way, hands twisting together as you shuffle on your feet in front of him. “But then I saw you and,” your teeth sinks into your bottom lip, eyes flicking up to meet his before you’re averting your eyes. “You’re really, really handsome.”

The words make him hot under his suit, the digital material suddenly stifling, and you flinch back when he makes a face, only to be propelled back into his chest when the train lurches forward. His hands go to your hips to steady you on reflex, and you keen at his touch, pupils dilating and hands wandering down to where your fronts are pushed together and -

“Oh!” You gasp. Miguel curses.

His suit has decided to listen to your will instead of his, the tech glitching until it disappears completely, leaving him as bare as the man walking around the busy train looking for a new conquest. His eyes land on the two of you, Miguel swatting at your hands that rub and tug at his hardening cock, and he sends the man a nasty glare and a flash of his fangs in warning. The man heeds it and scurries off to another cart.

“Oh,” you say again, and he looks down to see your gaze focused on the two, sharp points. “Are those real?” Your hands leave his cock, heavy thing weighted down between thick, brown thighs, to reach up, and his back hits the wall as he moves to get away from you. You follow, thumbs slipping underneath his top lip to raise it, and your eyes practically sparkle when his fangs lengthen further under your gaze.

You rub at them, and thick lashes flutter before Miguel is centering his hand on your stomach and pushing you back, scowl directed your way. Before he can snap at you for shoving your dirty train fingers into his mouth, those same fingers are hastily undoing the clasp on your pencil skirt and shoving it down your legs, leaving you in a crisp white button down, black pantyhose, and loafers.

He watches, tongue thick and heavy in his mouth, as you kick your shoes off and shimmy out of the pantyhose next, no underwear in sight. Your shirt and bra are next, and you stand in front of him, bare and dripping as you have the nerve to flash him a bashful look and drop your gaze.

He thinks back to all the moments he’s sat in his office, mind drifting and conjuring up images of what you’d look like underneath your suit as he lazily stroked his cock, and he wants to kick his mind for failing to do you justice.

He blinks and suddenly you’re out of sight, and he only has a second to wonder where the hell you’ve disappeared to before he feels your hand lifting his cock up, tongue gliding along his uncut head before your lips close around it.

He swears he can hear the sound of his brain short-circuiting as you immediately take him deeper into your throat, hands laid against his thighs, which flex and tense under your touch. His chin drops to his chest, lidded eyes focused on the way your lips are stretched wide around his base, and his cock jumps in your throat when he sees that your eyes are watching him, too.

You swallow, and the feeling has claws sprouting from his fingers, and his teeth grinding together. One of your hands move between his legs to fondle at his balls, and he groans at all the sensations; tongue circling around his tip and pushing into the slit before you’re bobbing your head and taking him down to the hilt of again, nose pushed into a myriad of dark curls, hands squeezing at the full, heavy sacs, head occasionally dipping down so you can mouth at those, too, until they’re drenched in a mixture of your saliva and his pre-cum.

You pull off him with a gasped breath, tongue licking at your lips as your hands move to jerk at his cock, hips unconsciously jerking into your grip. “I’ve never—” You pause to greedily lick up the bead of pre-cum that appeared, and a pitiful sound forced itself out of Miguel’s throat. “—seen someone as big as you.” You marvel at the sight of him in your hands, thumb mashing down against his head before you’re planting an apologetic kiss to it and raising up to your feet.

You turn, hands braced against the bar of the seat in front of you, and spread your things and arch your back, putting your soaked cunt on display. Your lips, puffy and coated in your juices, slowly part to reveal the pink hidden inside, webs of your sticky essence stretching apart before breaking.

You turn your head over your shoulder, a glaringly obvious plea in your hungry gaze, and Miguel briefly thinks about using the brief moment of clarity to open that portal up and swing his ass home, but then your swaying your hips and pouting, and a drop of slick is dripping down from your folds to the floor, and Miguel is just a man—a man with an infatuation for the you back home (and the you here, apparently), and a cock that’s begging to get a feel of you.

He pushes into you with a squelch, no prep needed as he glides in, your pussy more than accommodating as open up for him. He slides home, balls pressed against you and pelvis flush to your ass, and you cry out a weak ‘thank you!’, as if you’re a citizen he’s just saved from imminent death.

There are instances, rare instances, when Miguel turns more animal than human. It happens when he’s at his wits end, when his brain decides to take a break from all the logic, reasoning and rationing. It happened with Miles, it happened with countless anomalies, and it’s happened in moments like this, too - when he’s got his cock stuffed into something warm and wet, and the lovely thing underneath him cries out so beautifully. His mind hazes, his vision blurs, and physical capabilities triple in limit.

This is one of those rare instances.

Miguel’s fingers dig into the meat of your hips, and he deepens your arch, fangs digging into his lower lip and bringing forth blood as the skin splits. He growls something, mind too far gone to comprehend what the hell it was, but you clench around him and gasp when it reaches your ears.

His pace is brutal from the beginning; fast, hard snaps of his hips into yours, heavy balls knocking against your clit with each bury of his cock into your cunt.

The sound of his hips meeting yours is loud, your messy pussy even louder, and it’s music to his ears as he fucks you. He’s uncoordinated, switching from a fast pace to dizzying one, short thrusts where only half of his cock pushes into you, to deep thrusts that allow you to feel every inch of him and punches a squeal from your gut - he slips out a few times from the erratic movements coupled with your wetness, cock sliding up between your cheeks and nudging at the tight little hole hidden between them before he’s wrestling it back into you and fucking you twice as hard for the inconvenience.

The stops come and go, old people leaving and new people coming, and the positions change; your chest pressed to his as he keeps you suspended in the air with big hands supporting your ass, your back plastered to the window as he pins you to the train wall, face smushed against a train seat as he keeps you down with a heavy hand centered in the middle of your back—he’s got you like that know, foot propped up on the edge of the seat as he hammers into you.

Your moans and whines have long since faded out, the only sounds leaving you being sharp little huffs each time he pushes into you, an an occasional babble that he wouldn’t have been able to decipher even if he was cognizant of you speaking. You’ve made a creamy, frothy mess on his cock (all along the back of the train as well) multiple times, and he’s finally nearing his end; muscles straining, vision blurring, breath hitching and balls tightening.

Both his hands move to your shoulders as he puts his weight on you, and then he’s stuffing himself inside you for the last time, tip of his cock reaching impossibly deep before it twitches, thick ropes of cum filling you up.

He stays like that for a bit, pussy plugged with his cock as he slowly comes down, and his shoulders sag when he’s hit with a wave of fatigue, muscles feeling like jelly.

You’re still underneath him, and for a split second he thinks he’s fucked up and killed you, but then your head is popping up and your craning your neck back to give him a wobbly little smile.