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But, every night, your body betrayed you. Your ears strained for a sound your mind tried to convince you wouldn't come. It was ridiculous, really, how thoroughly he'd woven himself into your evenings. Even as you tried to lose yourself in the newest shows or the pages of your book, there was a restless part of you that kept your body on the edge of expectation.

The knock at your window came 10 minutes into the movie that you'd been pretending to watch. Your core reacted before the rest of you did, a flutter between your thighs that spread warmth over your body.

You were already smiling by the time you crossed the room, your hand reaching for the window latch.

"Hey, Spidey," you purred, stepping aside to let him climb in. "You're late."

His head tilted slightly at the sound of your voice, the white lenses of his mask narrowing as though he could somehow see straight through the teasing tone you'd put on.

"You miss me?" He said, closing the window behind him.

You pursed your lips, pretending to consider the questions. A small shrug followed as if you hadn't already pictured him having you in 5 different positions. "A little."

"You know I can smell you, right?" Even though you couldn’t see his face under the mask, you were sure he was smirking.

You took a step back, as if that would help, and intentionally let your eyes roam down his frame. The sleek suit hugged every contour of his body, the fabric shifting over the sharp lines of his protruding muscles.

Seeing videos of him swinging across the city was a form of torture, really. You knew how those muscles felt under your hands, how warm his skin was, how he could lift you like you weighed nothing at all. And nobody but you knew.

"Well, if you can smell me, why are you still wearing so many clothes?"

"Whatever happened to 'hello, Spider-Man, how was your day?"" He chuckled, even as he moved to take his suit off.

You shrugged. "Figured we moved past the small talk a few visits ago."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah."

"So, where does that put us?"

You looked over at him. "I don't know, you tell me."

Wearing nothing but his boxers and his mask, Spider-Man closed the distance between you in a fluid motion. One second, he was by the window, and the next, he was looming right in front of you.

"That's a dangerous question to ask someone who makes terrible decisions for a living."

"Terrible decisions, huh?" You reached out, finger tracing the hard lines of the muscles in his chest, over his perky nipples, and down the ridges of his abs. The muscle beneath your touch flexed instantly, turning to stone as fire ran through his veins.

"And here I thought you were supposed to be the responsible one," you teased.

His breath hitched as your finger hooked just beneath the waistband of his boxers.

It was intoxicating knowing that the city's greatest protector could be this undone by just a single touch from you. He nearly stopped breathing as your fingers inched just slightly lower, your whole hand in his pants.

Even with only a semi, he was already so thick and heavy and warm in your palm. You ran your thumb over the slit, spreading the precum that had already pooled there. Spider-Man practically whimpered as you tightened your grip, and he bucked into your hand.

It only took your hand travelling the length of him twice and a tight flick of your wrist for him to become fully hard.

"Woooow, Spider-Man. Someone's eager tonight."

"You're one to talk," he gritted out. "You're fucking soaked, it's all I can smell."

He wasn't wrong, flushes of arousal coated your panties at every buck of his hips and soft whine that your hands pulled from him.

"True, but you're the one about to cum from the shortest handjob ever." Spider-Man hissed as you squeezed his already too sensitive head, knees bucking. "It's not even my best work."

A few visits ago, Spider-Man confessed that his recently enhanced senses left him unusually sensitive. You didn't know his name or his face but you did know that, and you used it to your advantage at every moment.

"Poor, Spidey," you cooed, pace increasing around his length, twisting and rolling your palm over the tip. In response, his dick twitched in your hand and you had to bite back the smile.

"Fuck..." Spider-Man breathed.

When your other hand slid into his boxers to play with his balls, he gasped your name. The sound send heat straight from your belly and down between your thighs, your clit throbbing to be touched.

Ignoring the throb, you pressed closer to him, standing on your tiptoes so your nose could brush against the line of his jaw, covered by his mask. "This is to say thank you, Spider-Man," you whispered.

Spider-Man's thighs quivered the moment he felt your tongue swipe over his erect nipple. "Oh, shit- I-."

The muscles in his abs clenched as he came into his boxers, leaving a thick and sticky mess on your hands. The grunts slipped freely from him as you gently stroked him through it.

The white lenses of his mask widened when you pulled your hand from his boxers and immediately began licking them clean. Sucking your fingers into your mouth, making a show of how your tongue swirled around them.

"Mhm, you want a taste?" You asked, raising your fingers to his mask.

"I want a taste of you," Spider-Man replied, his voice sounding unusually rough. "On the sofa, legs wide for me."

A part of you wants to be defiant, ask him "and if I don't?" just to see his reaction, see if you could push whatever buttons he was trying to hide. But another part, the stronger part, was burning with an ache so strong that you didn't know what to do with it. So, you listened.

You shimmied out of your sleep shorts with all the grace of a deer on ice. They were barely off of your ankles when you turned for the sofa, nearly tripping in your rush. Spider-Man's hands caught you to steady you, picking you up and dropping you onto the cushions.

The asshole had the audacity to laugh, a low, gravelly chuckle that made heat flush under your skin. He knelt between your spread legs, eyeing the way your obvious arousal had your pussy slick and ready. "Someone's eager tonight," he joked.

"Fuck you, Spider-Man."

Spider-Man pushed his mask up so it sat across the bridge of his nose, exposing the way his mouth was curved into a crooked grin.

"I thought you didn't take the mask off?"

That was the one unbroken rule between you. No matter how naked you both got, the mask stayed fully on, always.

"I always take it off to eat."

The problem was he said it so simply, as if he had no idea of the effects his words could have when you knew that wasn't true.

You shuddered a breath, anticipation prickling under your skin once again.

His hands cupped the bottom of your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the sofa. He leant in close, deliberately inhaling deeply as if he couldn't already smell you perfectly fine. "Fuck. Let's see if you taste as good as you smell."

Spider-Man pressed a warm kiss to your inner thigh, then trailed his kisses higher and higher until he got to the top of your inner thigh. He paused there for a minute, his warm breath fanning against your skin and leaving goosebumps.

"Spidey, you okay?" you asked.

With effortless ease, he manoeuvred you so that you were spread even wider for him, with one of your legs over his shoulder.

A shiver rippled down your spine as Spider-Man used two fingers to spread your folds open. With his other hand, he ran a finger from your twitching hole up to your clit, circling it before running it back down again.

"Hmm," he hummed in approval as your hole clenched around nothing. He pushed a finger in slightly, barely, letting it catch before pulling out. "I'm going to enjoy this."

The first touch of Spider-Man's tongue sliding across your folds had you gasping loudly. His tongue was rougher than you expected, but it felt so perfect against you.

"Fucking delicious," he moaned. He licked another fat stripe, did it again, and again, and again, lapping up the juices there before moving to focus on your clit.

Picking up a pillow, your nails dug into the soft cushion. Spider-Man sucked your clit into his mouth as he used a finger to circle your dripping hole.

The soft sigh that escaped you spurred him on, and he flattened his tongue on your clit, circling it with his tongue.

"Spidey~," you moaned, "t'so good."

At that, he pushed his face deeper into you, using his nose to rub at your clit as his tongue moved lower. His tongue wiggled inside of you, reaching as far as it could go to touch your insides.

"Oh, ooohh, shit, fuck, shit."

Spider-Man worked over your pussy as if it was his mission. His jaw must have been aching but he hummed and cooed around you, slurping loudly as he sucked up your juices.

"F-Fuck, who knew Spider-Man could eat like a pro."

Spider-Man looked up at you, a mixture of his spit and your arousal shining the only visible part of his face. The bottom part of his mask was slightly wet and your clit throbbed at the sight. Part of you had marked him.

"It's Peter."

He buried his face back between your legs before you had time to register it. "What?"

"Name's Peter," he hummed around your pussy, sending vibrations up your core. "Want you to use my name."

The sounds that came out of your mouth after that even surprised you. Spider-Man was in your home, between your legs, begging you to call him by his real name. The worlds between real life and the one concocted by your deeply satisfied brain were colliding.

"You're so good, Peter."

Your hips ground down on his face, thighs quivering around him as the familiar knot in your stomach started to form.

Peter moved his attention back to your clit as his hand slid under the hem of your shirt. He rolled and tugged and flicked at your nipple in time with his tongue's movements on your clit.

You could feel it building, the knot tightening in the pit of your stomach. "Peter~ I'm so close, Peter~~."

"Need you to cum on my face, pretty girl," he mumbled, words muffled by your thighs tight around him.

Your back arched off of the sofa, mouth falling open in a breathless moan as you came on his face, soft and mumbled 'Peter's falling from your lips.

His mouth stayed on you the entire time, licking up every drop that you could give him. He didn't stand until your body had stopped wracking with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

From your slumped position on the sofa, your eyes trailed down his body memorising the nose that had rubbed against you so relentlessly and the mouth that had sucked you into oblivion before moving down again.

Your eyes landed on his boxers, where another erection was straining against them.

"Soooo, round two?" He asked.

Apparently so because when the words, “Does it come out anywhere else?” slipped from your lips, Peter looked at you like he just watched his puppy get run over.

There was confusion, worry, and maybe a little bit of awkward ‘humor’ in his face. But even as he told you no, he didn’t look sure of himself anymore.

“Should we test that?” you asked, your voice low and sultry, trying to get the mood back. It worked, because you felt Peter’s still-hard cock twitch against your leg. “Yeah?”

He nodded, waiting for you to make a move.

If he was being honest, he didn’t know what you meant when you said to test it. He just knew that his very sexy girlfriend was talking about making him cum, so he agreed without thinking.

Watching as your hand snaked between your bodies, Peter’s heart was racing with anticipation. He wasn’t sure it would be safe for a normal person’s heart to be beating that fast.

Luckily, he wasn’t a normal person.

And he found that opened a lot of opportunities in the bedroom.

“You can go twice right? I still want you inside me after...” your voice was laced with need, almost pushing Peter over the edge right then and there. He nodded frantically, his hips twitching, pushing his aching cock against your palm.

“I can. I promise. Please just—” he cut himself off with a moan as your hand pumped and curled around his tip. “Fuck.”

Failing to hold in a giggle, a smile spread on your face that made Peter feel like he just fell in love with you all over again. Weird.

Your hand wrapped around him, giving him a few teasingly slow strokes before you scooted backwards enough to wrap your mouth around his sensitive pink tip. You started to up your pace while your mouth sank further down, taking more of him in.

Bringing him closer and closer to the edge, he felt the same internal panic he did when the webs came out of his wrists for the first time. But you didn’t stop. No. You only went harder.

Peter barely pulled you off at the last second, watching as webs came out of his cock and splattered on the ceiling.

It was probably the best orgasm he’d ever had.

The relief when it was over, the pleasure he felt during it. All of it. His curls were sticking to the sweat on his forehead, and when he looked over you were staring at him with wide eyes.

Wide, excited, horny eyes. (He could tell).

“That was so hot, oh my god,” you squealed, wiping off the last string of web from his extremely sensitive cock. A strangled noise came from his throat, overwhelmed by the strong feeling.

“Oh jesus,” he whispered, trying to catch his breath. “I think I need just a minute. It’s really, really sensitive.”

You nodded, running your hands over his curls. He smiled, his head subconsciously leaning into your hand. Before you knew it, Peter was pulling you down to kiss him again, all wet and open-mouthed. His hands were roaming your body, reclosing the gap.

One of your legs swung over him, straddling his abdomin that was glistening with a sheer layer of sweat. You were careful not to go too far back until Peter was ready, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t rock yourself against him.

The hard ridges of his ab muscles were perfect for grinding your clit against, and not to mention Peter loved it. He didn’t realize how much he liked the praise until he met you.

“That’s it. Uh-huh,” he mumbled as he helped you guide yourself against him. Sweet noises were falling from your open mouth as you ran your slick pussy over his stomach.

One of his hands ran up, kneading your tits while the other stayed and grabbed at your ass—helping spread you open to get a better feel of him. You could feel your second orgasm of the night quickly approaching, but you wanted to save it.

Halting your hips was hard, you really didn’t want to stop, but you knew you’d be happier if you came with Peter inside you.

“Are you ready?” your voice was breathless and whiney, your eyes hooded and glazed over with need. He flipped you onto your back, pulling a cute squeak from your throat.

“Uh-huh.” Leaving open kisses down your neck, he asked, “But are you ready?” against your sticky skin.

You felt yourself squeeze around nothing. “Yeah.”

He pressed one last kiss to your neck before you felt his long cock stretch you out. You could feel every ridge, every vein, as he slid into you so far you felt like it would come out your mouth.

Your mouth was stuck open, tears from the pleasure welling up in your eyes. Peter felt your nails dig into his back as he started at a slow pace. It wasn’t gentle, but it was just enough to refamiliarize yourself with him.

As the seconds passed, you needed more and more. Trying to grind your hips up and meet him halfway for more pressure, more speed, wasn’t cutting it. You needed his all.

“Peter. Oh my, fuck. Peter, please. I need more. I can handle it,” you moaned as he thrusted, your eyes meeting his so he could see the truthfulness in your eyes. That you would really be okay if he went harder.

He was always scared of hurting you, so he needed that confirmation every time.

His pace sped up along with his thrusts’ power. After only a few seconds, he was fucking you into the mattress. Moans and heavy breaths were spilling out of your mouth, along with Peter’s grunts and moans himself.

The bed was squeaking, a dull thud against the wooden wall for every thrust he gave you. “Shit,” Peter grumbled, looking at something behind your head for only a second.

You could feel your second orgasm coming back, along with Peter’s antsy hands. They were moving from beside your head, to your waist, to your legs—pushing your legs further apart and hitting an even deeper angle.

Your moaning only spurred him on, his hand coming to rub circles to your clit. He felt you squeeze and flutter around him, your eyes and face scrunched up.

He felt his own orgasm coming up, but he was determined to focus on you. Your shaky legs and light knuckles from gripping the sheets too hard. Your short breaths and teary eyes.

“C’mon. Come for me,” he whispered as you felt yourself go over the edge. Your hips twitched and your pussy squeezed him unbearably tight, followed by his warm liquid leaking inside you.

The thought of his web-sperm mix you saw earlier being inside you made you flutter around him again.

He had the same sensitivity as before, hissing through his teeth as he dropped his head to your neck. He relaxed his body on top of you, too sensitive to move or pull out yet.

His weight and heat on top of you was a common feeling, but it was one of your favorites.

You loved having him lay on top of you, especially right after sex. “Thank you,” you mumbled against his hair, your fingers gently rubbing up and down his rigid back muscles. You could feel him twitching and softening inside you, an almost ticklish feeling.

Peter hummed before laughing and whispering, “Also, uh, we might need a new bed, by the way.”

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you crawled into his lap with a small smile and lust glazing your eyes. nothing new. you’d done that a hundred times, while he was gaming, while he was watching film, after a long day. you’d settle over him, arms around his neck, lips on his ear. you’d grind a little, tease him until the control snapped and he took over. rough hands, harsh kisses, growled commands. always so controlled. always him in charge.

but tonight? you did something different. you kissed him soft. not needy. not hungry. but a slow, tender drag of your lips over his. and when he leaned in, expecting more, expecting the usual, you trailed kisses down to his neck instead. right over that spot where his pulse jumped when he was turned on. you smiled against his throat when you felt him swallow hard.

then you whispered, close and sweet, “don’t move. just sit there and be good for me.”

he blinked. you never said shit like that.

rin stiffened under you, breath catching. his brow twitched. his hands, which rested on your waist, twitched too, like they didn’t know whether to grip you or not. he opened his mouth to say something, but you touched his jaw, turned his face back toward you, and kissed him again meltingly deep. he whimpered against your tongue.

“you trust me, don’t you?” you whispered, pulling back just enough to see his eyes.

“y-yeah.”

good. because you planned to ruin him.

you straddled him properly then, settling into his lap like you were made to fit there. you wore nothing but his hoodie. it was big on you, skin-warm, and easy to push aside. your thighs caged him in, soft and strong, and when you started to move your hips in slow, lazy circles, rin let out the quietest gasp. you kissed him again. kissed him until his fingers dug into the couch cushion, until his back arched just slightly under you. his hands were trembling.

you whispered praise against his mouth. “you look so pretty like this.”

he groaned deep and low, trying to hold himself back. his head dropped against the couch, eyes fluttering shut as you kept rolling your hips against his lap. you could feel him hard already, pressing up into your heat, straining against the fabric separating you. and still, he didn’t move.

“you’re being so good,” you said softly. “just let me take care of you, rin.”

he opened his eyes again, dazed and dark, and watched as your hand reached back between your bodies. you made sure he was watching when you tugged your panties to the side and pulled him free. the moment your fingers wrapped around him, his whole body jolted like he’d been electrocuted. his hips tried to lift, but you pressed your weight down, keeping him exactly where you wanted him.

“stay still,” you murmured. “you don’t need to do anything.”

and then you torturously slow sank down onto him. his head hit the back of the couch with a choked cry, eyes blown wide, jaw slack as you took him inch by inch. you moved with total control, tightening around him as you finally settled all the way down in his lap.

“f-fuck—” rin’s voice cracked. “oh my god—baby—”

you rolled your hips once, long and deep, and watched his entire face crumble. you kept it that way, kept the slow, steady, deliberate rhythm. your palms rested on his chest, fingers dragging across his skin beneath his shirt. you worked him open and vulnerable, grinding down in soft, messy waves that left him breathless.

“please,” he whispered, hands flexing uselessly beside him.

“for what?” you asked, all honey. “you don’t usually beg, rin.”

he tried to thrust up into you. you pushed him back down again, palms firm on his shoulders. he groaned like it hurt. like it was too good. like he didn’t know how to survive it.

“i-i can’t… i can’t think when you’re like this…”

“good,” you purred, leaning in close. “don’t think. just take it.”

and he did. you rode him slow, dragging every sound out of him. he babbled your name, voice shaking, eyes wet with pleasure too big to contain. his thighs were trembling under you. his lips parted in gasps and broken moans. one hand found your waist. the other fisted the couch like it was the only thing keeping him from floating away.

“i love your voice like this,” you said softly, dragging your nails down his chest. “you make the prettiest sounds when you don’t fight it.”

you tightened around him with each roll of your hips. his whole body jerked, like he was going to fall apart. he was close, you could feel it. you could feel the way he was pulsing inside you, his muscles tense, his throat too tight for words. and then he came hard. with a desperate moan muffled against your neck, rin itoshi came inside you like his world had ended. his arms wrapped around your waist as he tried to hold on, head buried in your shoulder, hips twitching helplessly under you.

but you didn’t stop. you kept moving. slower this time, deeper, and messier. he whimpered.

you whispered in his ear. “don’t stop. you said you loved when i sat in your lap, didn’t you? so i’m not getting off. not yet.”

he was shaking. he buried his face in your throat and sobbed your name as you fucked him through the overstimulation. his voice was raw. his whole body was flushed. his nails left half-moon prints in your thighs. and when he came again, gasping and whining like he didn’t know if he could survive it, you kissed him slow, just like you had in the beginning. like he was yours, because he was.

“such a good boy,” you whispered. “so good for me.” and rin couldn’t even speak.

Hiori Yo being your step-brother is either a blessing or a curse. He is much bigger than you. Way... much bigger and taller. Your parents are going out tonight, so it's just gonna be you and him, home alone. What you're not expecting that he will shove his dick into your small and tight pussy in his bedroom. His veiny large soft hand wrapped around your throat, pinning you underneath him, while he is pounding your tight lips, like a fleshlight. He slam his own hips quite in a harsher and rough pace. His hand squeezed your neck leaving your mouth with an agape and gaspy & choked moan.

"A-Ah!" Your hands gripping tightly onto his wrist, but that makes his hand wrapped around your throat, tighter and tighter. You're seeing stars. You couldn't forget how big his cock. He see his own cock bugle through your stomach.

"Look at you," he coos, seeing the drools coming out of your mouth. "“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” He grew a smirk on his face, looking down at you. Your body is trembling, his dick is too big to be molded through your tight walls.

"A-ah... shit, you're tight..." He leans down meeting your tear eyes, gently kissing your tears. "You're so good for me."

"Y-Yo..." You let out a choke whine. "A-ah! N-ngh...!"

His large shaft is thrusting in and out of of your gummy tighten walls. “Oh I can do this all night long.” He pants, going on a rougher and faster pace, seeing your stomach molded with his cock bulge moving up and down. His cock growing harder, seeing your fucked expression while being choked with his large veiny hands. “You can do better than that, sis.” He smirks, squeezing your neck tighter and your face growing more red.

"Ah! A-ah! N-ngh...! Ah!" You couldn't speak as your neck is desperate for air, as his hand refuse to let go of your neck until he came. It feels so wrong to have your step-brother fucking you while both of your parents are away for tonight. He finds you cute and adorable. He doesn't have a girlfriend, but he is using you as a fleshlight to pent his frustration on your parents.

“You seem more sensitive than usual, sis.” He let out a dry chuckle before slamming the tip of his cock kissing your g-spot and cervix. You let out a choke scream, his hand still on your neck grips tightly, holding you still while your step-brother fucking you. “Feel this, sis? It’s just for you.” He chuckles.

"Shit... you feel amazing." He groans. "...Fucking your tight pussy, sis." He is cruel, but also gentle, leaning forward to kiss your teary eyes. “Look how good you take it, sis.” His gaspy breath breathing heavily in your ear.

"A-ah...! Ah! Nngh...! Ah! Yo-! Ah-!" You choke on moaning his name. He is still pounding your swollen and tight pussy, tilting your head back againist his pillow. His other hand stroke your thigh while the other is squeezing your neck tightly.

"Come for me, sis." He coos, slowly pulling away, before slamming your pussy in a faster pace, making you scream. "Come for me, sis- fuck...! You're so tight, ah! shit-" He chokes. “Ah! Ha! You look so good with my hand around your neck.” He looks down at you, seeing your red face. Your vision is slowly getting much blurry as you can't breath.

"C-coming-! AH!" Your voice croak, but it was taken over by your orgasm, your toes curl and your fingers wrapped around his wrist tighten even more, leaving a mark on his wrist.

Hiori let out a shudder orgasm, releasing his semen into your tight walls. Your mouth is still agape open, dazed and also feeling sticky and hot. "S-shit..." Hiori quickly let go of his hand, checking up on you. He left a red and slightly purple marks on your neck. He quickly pulls out his shaft out of your tight walls, hearing your shudder moan.

"Sis, you okay...?" Hiori's gentle voice called you out. "Stay with me! I'll prepare a bath!" He gently kiss your flushed and heated cheeks. You can feel him leaving the bed, straight to the bathroom to prepare for a bath. You slowly roll over to the side of the bed. It smells just like him... slowly pulling the pillow case with his scent as you softly inhale. You just pray that your parents don't find out. You heard Hiori coming back as you slowly lift your head.

You can see your step-brother approaching you as he leans forward capturing your lips, giving a passionate kiss, before slowing pulling away, and ruffling your head. "Let's get you clean up, okay? Let me take care of you."

⛧ bf!isagi with a praise kink. for all his on-field egoism, isagi in bed is pure, addicting desperation for validation, a praise-starved boy who gets drunk on every word you give him. the moment you gasp that he feels good, his hips jerk harder. when you moan his name, he shudders like you've blessed him. he holds your waist with trembling focus, thrusting into you with a feverish need to earn every single sound that spills from your lips. "tell me, baby," he pants, eyes locked on yours like he's analyzing your soul, "tell me how good i'm making you feel… tell me i'm the only one who does this to you." every praise pushes him to new, dizzying extremes. every "you're so good, isagi" makes him lose control in the most delicious way. and when you call him perfect, just once, he unravels completely, undone by the one thing he craves more than winning: your approval. "fuck, say it again, angel. please, just say it." (p!link 1, p!link 2)

⛧ bf!kunigami with an obscene size kink. he lives for the contrast: your body tiny under his massive frame, your hands dwarfed by his, your breath hitching when you see just how big he is everywhere. he handles you like you're weightless, lifting you, positioning you, holding you open as he pushes inside with a deep, rumbling groan that vibrates through your very bones. "god, princes, you're so small," he mutters against your neck, voice thick with desire, "and i'm so fucking big inside you." he loves how you stretch around him, how you gasp when he bottoms out, how your nails dig into his broad shoulders in overwhelmed surrender. to him, it's not just sex, it's worship through difference. he wants you to feel claimed by his sheer presence alone, wants every thrust to remind you just how much bigger, stronger, and more overwhelming he is. in his arms, you're his tiny, helpless doll, and he revels in every second of it. "i wanna feel you take all of me, darling," he murmurs, voice breaking. "don't you dare run from it." (p!link 1, p!link 2 #needthat)

⛧ bf!rin who's down bad for breathplay. rin is cold precision sharpened into desire, and nothing turns him on like the fragile, trembling edge between your pleasure and your breath. he watches your reactions with calculated obsession, hand wrapping around your throat or sealing over your mouth as his hips drive into you with ruthless control. "keep looking at me, pretty thing," he murmurs, voice flat but burning, thumb stroking your pulse. you gasp as his grip tightens just a little, your breath stutters and his own falters. "yeah... that. do it again." he presses his forehead to yours, thrusts sharp and punishing. your chest heaves, your eyes widen, your body writhes beneath him, and he studies every second like data he's memorizing for later. he gives you just enough air to keep you from slipping, then takes it away again, watching panic melt into want, fear into surrender. every gasp you finally manage is a sound he earns, every desperate claw at his wrist a confession of how completely he owns your body. to rin, controlling your breath is controlling your entire existence, and he savors that power with terrifying grace. "i wanna feel you lose your breath because of me." (p!link 1, p!link 2)

⛧ bf!sae who's a mean guy and edges you, denying your orgasms until you're begging him to let you cum. he is cruelty refined, patience weaponized. he brings you to the brink with calculated ease, expertly dragging you to that trembling point where your whole body tightens and your voice breaks, and then he pulls back. every. single. time. his smirk is infuriatingly calm as your hips chase his touch, as you beg, plead, cry for release. "not yet, pet," he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your soaked cunt just lightly enough to make you shake, "you cum when i say." the pleasure builds until it's unbearable, your thighs trembling, your mind blanking under the ache of denied bliss, and he watches all of it with a detached, fascinated hunger. "look at you," he murmurs, thumb still brushing your swollen, needy flesh, "you're falling apart and i haven't even given you permission." only when you're nearly incoherent, when you'd promise him anything, does he finally give you what you want, guiding you through a shattering orgasm that only exists because he allowed it. "cum," he commands softly, "and don't forget who let you, darling." sae doesn't just control your release, he owns it. (p!link 1, p!link 2 #holyshiiiii)

⛧ bf!nagi with a thing for somnophilia. seishiro loves you most when you're quiet, loose, unaware, when your body is soft and open under the haze of sleep, trusting him without even knowing it. there's a calm hunger in him as he touches you slowly, reverently, tracing every curve before slipping inside with lazy, deliberate ease. he moves in unhurried thrusts, savoring the way your sleeping body reacts instinctively, the little gasps, the unconscious tension, the soft, muffled moans you don't even wake for. "mine," he whispers into your skin, voice barely audible, "all mine, pretty girl… even like this." the intimacy of it overwhelms him, the idea that he gets to have you in this perfect, quiet vulnerability. and when you finally wake, sore, hazy, and full, he just blinks at you with that sleepy innocence, knowing you have no idea how long he's been worshipping you in the dark. "shhh... it's okay, cutie. you did so good f'me..." (p!link 1, p!link 2)

a/n: OMG, HI!!!!!! my first bllk post, kinda nervous... i'm a baby in this fandom, so i pray i didn't mischaracterize them that bad! i had a lot of fun writing this, so i'll probably do a part 2 soon :) hope you enjoyed it! (requests are so open!!! send me yours <3)

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the hospital you work in has three frequent visitors! you guess they just manage to hurt themselves too often, little do you know they only come for the sweet little nurse who fixes them all up!

“sae, again? really?” you sighed as you stepped into the room. it reeked of sanitizer and clean linen, in the hospital bed in the center of the room lay motionless a pink haired man. still clad in his football jersey though the once pristine white fabric was tainted with grass stains and mud.

what stood out the most was his ankle, swollen flushed and an angry red. he might have sprained it again, gosh, these men with their little ball they kick around. is it worth it if you get injured this much? you shook your head and approached his bed, your sneakers squeaking against the clean hospital tiles.

“can’t help it doc’.” sae replied in his usual monotone, though his plump lips were slightly curled at the edge. a smirk, maybe, the slightest one. you rolled your eyes indignantly as you knelt beside the bed to check sae’s leg. sae watched as you poked at his ankle with a gloved hand.

“does it hurt here?” you glanced up at sae who was about to shake his head but he wanted you to fuss over him, so he just nodded. completely guiltless. you, however, had spent enough time with him to know he was just feigning. with another eye roll, you stepped back up and straightened your doctor coat. “i’ll assign a doctor to you, and put you in another room.”

sae hummed in agreement and made himself comfortable in his hospital bed, arms folded behind his head and his eyes fluttering closed.

“okay, that’s it. i’ll send these tests over to the doctors, if you need anything just press that button. i’ll be in my office.” you announced to the three in the huge hospital room before exiting. the door clicking shut softly behind you, the three men in the hospital room waited for your footsteps to recede before beginning their discussion.

“what a sweet girl.” ness mused, breaking the tense silence. he was laying on his own hospital bed, from the other side of the room a distant gruff hum sounded. kaiser. he was sitting up on his bed, shirtless, because he hated the feel of the hospital gowns on his skin. though sae claimed he was just showing off, ness however enjoyed it so, who was one to complain?

“sure is, always looking out for us..” sae muttered, he was leaning against the headboard of his hospital bed, arms crossed at his chest. “i think she deserves something for it, as far as i know, the hospital doesn’t pay her shit.” sae continued, his voice taking on a rough undertone.

“is that so? then how about we give her something better?” kaiser suggested, his lips curling into a small smirk. ness stood up to curl up beside kaiser, on the same hospital bed then just nodded in agreement. he agreed to anything kaiser said.

sae perked up, “yeah? like what?”. kaiser just smiled, but it was enough to speak a thousand words. “you know, i just think she isn’t getting as much as she deserves..” kaiser trailed off, allowing his words to hang in the air.

a collective hush took over the room but the cogs in everyone’s brains turned the same. all three of them were on the right page..

kaiser had called for you with the button you had told him about, which was weird because he never usually called for help. regardless, you still went. the hospital was mostly empty by now as you had a habit of working late hours into the night, it was far more calmer during this time. the patients were mostly all asleep, and only a few staff were sparsely scattered around.

as you ascended the steps to the room where kaiser, ness and sae resided. you wondered what kaiser wanted from you? did he call you by accident? or did he actually want something? you hoped it wasn’t him calling you to just turn off the lights.

you eventually reached the room and you pushed open the double doors, immediately getting met with the cold blow of the air conditioning. the lights in the room were dimmed, so it wasn’t the lights he called you for.

“kaiser? what do you want?" you called out gently. your steps were silent as you padded closer to kaiser’s bed. you pulled the curtains slowly to reveal..the bed was empty?

then suddenly you felt a broad, warm frame trapping you against the bed. two large arms slid up your sides to wrap around your waist. you gasped, eyes widening for a fraction of a second. you were flipped around until you were face to face with kaiser, his face visible even in the dark lighting.

kaiser had an unmistakable gleam in his eyes, a smirk curling at his lips. his gaze ran over your slighter frame, his tongue darting out to wetten his lips. “mein liebling, you came..” kaiser purred.

“well—of course..you called?” you stammered out, your lips trembling. a pair of hands came to massage your stiff shoulders from behind. your head shot back to look at who it was, it was..ness.

“we really missed you..” ness giggled, you were at a loss for words. what were you supposed to even say when sandwiched between two attractive german men? a blush coated your cheeks but your eyes soon darted around the room to look for the third man.

“w-where’s sae?” you inquired meekly but kaiser shushed you, his index fingers running down your lips. “shh..just focus on us..” kaiser mused, he pushed you back to sit on the hospital bed.

your body complied despite your mind screaming at you to go, you looked up at kaiser through your lashes as your lips parted to speak, “what did you call me for?” you questioned again. kaiser just laughed and beckoned ness over with a finger. ness obediently followed, you swore you could see a tail wagging behind him.

“oh cmon..just to love on you a little, you know you’re our favourite..” kaiser spoke in a low drawl, his inked hand tangling in ness’s hair to pet him. ness let out low moans of appreciation as kaiser did so.

“whaddya say? ready to let us have you?" kaiser leaned forward to cup your chin and tip your head up to look at him. his azure eyes were clouded with desire which left no second thought for his ultimate intentions. an audible gulp sounded from your throat at the view.

“you can say no, if you want.” a familiar monotone voice called out from the corner of the room, sae stepped out from the shadows. was he really hiding there the whole time? you turned to look at him, kaiser’s grip tightened on your chin as he scowled. he hoped sae wouldn’t spoil the plan with his straight-laced bullshit.

sae however stepped forward to grab your hand in his larger palm, he brought it to his lips to press a soft kiss to your knuckle. his hot breath fanned against your skin, his lashes batting up at you so sweetly. “though, i hope you don’t..” he whispered, his voice a faint thing against your hand.

you tried to speak yet nothing came out, the three men surrounding you watched with bated breath, they wanted to see how you would react. would you let them in?

your breath hitched, you simply nodded in confirmation upon not being able to speak. kaiser was in glee, he pushed ness to his knees and gave him a shove towards you. ness kneeled between your parted thighs and looked up at you with a small smile.

“are you ready, liebe?” ness asked, leaning in to press hot kisses along your inner thighs. you parted your legs even more, your fingers moving to hike your skirt further up your thighs. sae moved behind you to take your coat off, his touch gentle.

kaiser crossed his arms above his chest, “seems like she’s enjoying this...” kaiser chuckled low in his throat. ness’s fingers moved to grip your thighs, kneading the plush skin as his head dipped under your skirt. only his fluffy magenta hair peeked out from under the hem of your skirt.

ness whimpered as the scent of your arousal clouded his senses, his mind reeling. he couldn’t believe this was true, that he was finally going to have his time with the pretty nurse.

ness licked a fat stripe up your panty-clad slit, feeling your wetness coat his tongue. he groaned a deep guttural sound. his fingers moved to the waistband of your panties and he tugged them down your legs.

you shivered as your bare pussy was exposed to the cold air of the hospital room, an imperceptible sound escaping your lips. but the cold was soon overtaken by the warmth of ness’s mouth, he moaned as he felt the first few drops of your essence in his mouth. his tongue swiping between your labia to flick at your clit with the tip of his tongue.

his thumb came to peel the slippery hood of your cunt back to expose your glistening pearl to his gaze. he blew cold air onto your clit, making your thighs clench around his head. “mm, look at that..” kaiser purred, licking his lower lip. “how desperate..” kaiser tutted, his hands moved to unbutton your blouse and roughly tear it off your frame.

kaiser’s gaze appreciatively ran over your form, the way your bra hugged your perfect breasts and how flushed your skin was from pleasure. kaiser’s hands ran up your sides to grip your shoulders and push you down on the plush hospital bed. he moved to undo his pants and push them down his legs, he kicked them off and crawled up your body, the bed creaking under the combined weight of you two.

kaiser fished his cock out of his boxers, he was already hard as rock, his tip flushed a pretty pink contrasting beautifully against his pale skin. he placed his thighs on either sides of your head, his lean cock hanging above your face.

kaiser’s fingers laced in your hair and pushed your head back, he gripped his cock with his free hand and gave it a few strokes before tapping the tip against your bottom lip. “open.” kaiser demanded, your lips parted on instinct and kaiser slipped his cock inside your mouth with a deep groan.

“ahh—ffuckkkk..” kaiser drawled out, both of his hands coming to hold on to the side of your head. he sucked in sharply, beginning to move your head up and down on his length, using your throat. “what a sweet little throat...”

meanwhile ness was still occupied with your cunt, his eyes glazed over as he ravaged your insides. his tongue pushing in and out of you, his nose buried against your throbbing clit. your walls clenched around his slick appendage and he whimpered against your puffy cunny, sending pleasuring vibrations down your pelvis.

you wondered where sae was, he had been silent during this whole ordeal. had he left? but before you could dip into your thoughts you felt another weight settle atop your stomach, sae was kneeling above your torso.

you could hear him mumble something under his breath as he unclasped your bra and slid it off. his large warm palms came to cup your breasts, kneading the firm mounds and his thumbs tweaked the stiff peaks of your nipples.

he then slid his warm cock between your tits, his hands pushed your breasts flush against his length and gave them harsh gropes. he began thrusting his hips, the slick hot flesh sliding in and out of your cleavage.

the triple stimulation of kaiser using your throat, ness eating your pussy and sae using your tits was too much and with a choked cry on kaiser’s cock you came in ness’s waiting mouth.

ness pulled back with a dazed smile, his lips glossy and wet with your release. he also raised himself on the bed and peered over sae’s shoulder. kaiser leaned forward to kiss ness over sae’s shoulder, it was all teeth and tongue as kaiser tasted you from ness’s mouth.

pulling away with a faint string of saliva connecting them—which soon broke. kaiser got off your mouth, leaving you gasping for air. he hadn’t cum yet, he was saving it. ness soon followed but sae was adamant on getting a boobjob.

“ungh—g’na cum..g’na paint y’r perfect tits...” sae slurred out, the rhythm of his hips becoming erratic as he chased his release. with a couple more thrusts he painted your face with his cum, his tip twitching and leaking ropes of seed which landed on your face like paint splatter.

“y-yeah—fuck—you look so pretty...” sae admired, his hand coming down to cup your chin and his thumb swiping a bead of his cum which had gathered on your lip. he pushed his thumb into your mouth and you sucked on it obediently. he didn’t even have to tell you.

sae pulled his thumb out and brought it into his own mouth, tasting a dilute version of himself. he leaned forward then to capture your lips into a kiss, he barely gave you time to react, pulling your bottom lip into his mouth and biting on it. his hands came up to cup your face, his thumbs smearing his release into your skin. when sae pulled away to admire his handiwork, kaiser shoved him off you with a sharp glare. 

“stop hogging her.” kaiser growled and sae just rolled his eyes discreetly. kaiser then wrapped his hands around your waist and hoisted you up before setting you down against the headboard, your legs were pushed open. ness worked on your skirt and hastily slipped it off, leaving your body bare for the taking. 

the three ran their collective gazes up and down your beautiful body but as always, kaiser was the first to make a move. he turned to look at the two of them—especially sae. “i’m first.” kaiser announced, ness nodded and sat back on the bed, his hand already beginning to wrap around his aching length. sae had already came once, so he had to bring himself to full mast before doing anything else so he reluctantly agreed.

kaiser then turned his attention to you, a faint smile playing at his lips. “brace yourself, mein schatz.” kaiser cooed, his hands holding your hips firmly as he notched the flushed crown of his cock against your pulsing hole. 

“k-kaiser! careful—” you tried warning but who was kaiser to be cautious? he buried himself to the hilt inside of you, his tip kissing your depths. you screamed in pleasure and kaiser clamped a hand on your mouth. “shh, as much as i want to hear you, we have to be quiet liebe.” kaiser whispered and you nodded, your hot breath fanning against the inside of his hand.

kaiser set a brutal pace from the get-go. his hips pistoning in and out of your clenching heat, his abs rippled and cramped and gosh he looked absolutely beautiful in the light. his tattooed arms flexed as his grip on your hips tightened, his large palms moving to cup your waist. 

his grip on you was so tight you felt like you were being choked, and to be fair. he was going to do just that. his hand slid up the sides of your body to wrap around your throat, you gasped as his fingers tightened around your neck, his thumb pressing down on your larynx.

“y’re so fuckin’ perfect...” kaiser grunted in-between thrusts. he maintained eye contact throughout, watching every single reaction from you like a man starved. your eyes rolled back before stilling over the view behind kaiser, your eyes widened as you saw ness and sae frotting to the sight of you and kaiser fucking.

ness’s cock was smaller yet girthy, his cock head was a pretty purple and it looked so beautiful pressed against sae’s longer, meatier cock. ness’s tip drooled precum and drowned both his and sae’s dicks in the sticky fluid. every thrust of sae’s hips against ness’s cock made ness leak even more, and sae groaned in half-disgust and half-pleasure. sae met your gaze, you were so enraptured with sae and ness’s little show that you completely forgot about kaiser.

kaiser pouted, grabbing your chin and turning you to face him. “look at me, i’m fucking you.” kaiser snarled, a low wet sound. his grip on your throat tightened and you choked, your hands clawing at his fist but he didn’t relent. instead, he began pounding into you with even more vigor. “k-kaiser—cumming—” you managed to choke out, your head thrown back but kaiser pulled out right when you were about to cum. 

“nuh uh, only good girls get to cum.” kaiser clicked his tongue and you whined at the immediate loss. your hole clenched and fluttered around nothing and kaiser watched it with a sadistic gleam in his eyes. kaiser grabbed your two wrists and brought your hands down to his cock.

“get me off.” kaiser demanded firmly, helping you wrap your hands around his aching length. it was still slick with your juices, a mixture of kaiser’s pre and your slick dripping from kaiser’s tip. you eagerly stroked his cock, and it didn’t take long until he came on your fist. his seed splattering on your hands and some even getting on your face.

kaiser grabbed your hands again and spread your fingers, watching as strings of his release clung to each of your digits. he smirked and shoved your own fingers in your mouth, forcing you to taste him. you choked but complied, your flushed swollen lips moving around your fingers to lick them clean.

ness approached from behind you and grabbed your other hand, which was also coated with kaiser’s pearlescent release. he brought your fingers upto his plump lips and began sucking on them gently, tasting kaiser too. he pulled off with a lewd pop, “mm..kaiser tastes so good, right?” ness whispered in your ear, his hand moving to cup your cunt.

his thumb rubbed over your swollen clit, his fingers sliding between your parted folds. you wondered what he was going to do. “think you can take me and sae at the same time?” ness cooed, his fingers ghosting over your perineum and trailing lower still..

“n-ness—ah—not there!” you failed around but ness held on firmly, his fingers moved to your ass and pressed against your tight rim. “don’t worry, we will go slow. mhm?” ness reassured you in a sickly sweet tone, he spat down on two of his fingers and began working them inside your tight hole. 

you gasped at the foreign feeling, your eyes widening. your body clenched around ness’s fingers, trying to expel him but ness continued still. his fingers worked in a scissors motion, stretching your hole. “you’re so tight here..” ness giggled, already fantasizing about how you would clench and hug his cock once he entered here.

soon, ness pulled out of you and pushed you onto sae who caught you up in his arms. sae laid back on the bed and settled you on his lap. his big warm hands massaged your hips before lifting you up. “ride me.” sae blankly ordered, his hips bucking up to meet yours. 

you propped yourself up on your knees and sank down on sae’s cock, your abused cunt working to take sae’s thick length inside of you. you gasped as he bottomed out inside of you, gosh, he was so fuckin’ big. much bigger than kaiser.

you slowly began bouncing, your ass slapping against sae’s pelvis with each bounce. his hands came to your ass to knead the supple flesh before spreading your cheeks.  “shiiitt..” gods, you felt amazing around him. the way your gummy walls hugged every inch of his throbbing length and even when he was bottomed out your body kept trying to take more and more. it was erotic in it’s intensity.

sae’s head fell back but before you could even process anything ness’s chest pressed against your back. his cock slipping between your ass cheeks. he rest his chin on your shoulder and smiled up at you before notching the head of his cock against your rim. 

you gasped but ness ran his index down your lip, shutting you up. “shh—i’ll be just a moment. i promise it’ll be so good.” with that, ness kissed your cheek and began slowly pushing in. ness’s eyes widened as your pliant body took his cock, the thin skin separating his cock from sae’s stretching taut. ness’s eyes gleamed with marvel, he soon bottomed out, the skin at the base of his cock crinkling. he could feel sae’s cock inside you too and he bet sae felt his aswell.

ness began moving, slow and gentle thrusts and sae followed the same pace. they were testing the waters, how you would react. your face scrunched in pleasure, a keening cry escaping your lips. “a-ahh—please—faster!!” you whined and sae heeded, his hips snapping up to batter your insides. ness began moving too, you felt so full it was insane. you felt like you were being split open, i mean, technically you were. 

ness was moaning so sweetly in your ear and sae, albeit less vocal, was clearly enjoying himself with the grunts of pure ecstasy he was emitting. ness slumped forward, crushing you between him and sae. poor boy, his knees couldn’t hold up.  

whilst ness and sae drilled into you non-stop, kaiser loomed over ness. he wanted in too. he pinned the smaller boy in place and lined himself up with his entrance. ness gasped, his movements inside of you stilling. kaiser slapped his thigh, “keep moving, idiot.” kaiser grunted. “s-sorry!” ness nodded frantically and began thrusting again, this time even more harder. 

kaiser sank into ness in one go, ness’s body yielding to accommodate kaiser’s cock. this foursome just abandoned the straight path. kaiser and ness groaned in unison, it was clear they had done this many times before.

sae watched the two of them and grimaced, not because he was homophobic, but because he absolutely despised the two. sae tried grabbing you but ness did it first, his arms wrapping tight around your waist and pulling you in for a messy kiss.

ness shoveled spit into your mouth, making you gag and choke in his mouth. you felt your nth release of the night coiling deep in your gut, making your bounces on sae’s cock become sloppier. but you sensed sae was near too.

once ness let you free sae immediately grabbed your love handles and began bouncing you on his cock even more. “h-hey! sae—wait!” ness stammered, sae’s ministrations on your body also made ness—who was still buried deep inside your ass—cry and whine as you rode him and sae.

“h‐hah—! cumming!” you screamed as you creamed all on sae’s dick, sae came too a few thrusts later. “s-shit! take it!” he buried himself to the hilt inside of you and emptied his load. ness came third with a loud sob, “ffuck! it feels so good!” his cock leaking inside of your ass and some of it spilling out around his girth kaiser pulled out last second and came on ness’s back with a low growl. 

the whole room went silent for a while. everyone catching their breaths. sae pulled out of you first but not before giving your ass a little pat. he pressed his fingers to your gaping cunt and gathered some of his seed leaking out of you. he pushed it back inside making you squeak in surprise.

sae plunged his fingers inside of you, his thick digits curling to mash against your swollen g-spot. “h-hnghh..saeee” you whined, sae took his fingers out as quick as he had put them in and held them above his face. his digits were glistening with the combined juices of you both, he then pushed then against your parted lips. “taste yourself.” sae ordered and you obliged, taking his dexterous fingers in your mouth and sucking on them happily like a baby with a pacifier. 

ness pulled out of you next, his release leaked out of you. ness gasped but made no move to plug you, you looked beautiful like this. all debauched and covered in the evidence of his love, their love. he leaned forward to press soft, reverent kisses against the small of your back. 

kaiser shifted until he was laying on his side beside you, his fingers carded through your matted hair with a surprising gentleness belying his usual roughness. he pressed a chaste kiss to your temple, “you did so good, mein prinzessin..”

you felt so full, so happy and so loved sandwiched between these three men. suddenly, your paycheck didn’t matter as much anymore.

you were the number #1 nurse in the world ♡

a/n: sorry if this isn’t what you wanted!! i got a bit confused with your request 💔