𝔟𝔦𝔪𝔟𝔬 𝔯𝔲𝔲

“sorry, angel” his breath fans against your nape, sending a shiver up your spine. despite his apology he doesn’t stop. if anything, his arms wrapped around your waist pull you in closer so he can get a better taste of you. “you just smell so good. sometimes i could just eat you up”.

before you can protest again, ken's lips move to your bare shoulder. without much of a warning his teeth sink into you. it’s not viscous enough to really hurt but you yelp at the sudden stinging. the moment he retracts his teeth, ken’s soothing the spot where his teeth marks were left behind with his tongue.

“i know you like it when i taste you,” ken whispers, his voice seeming to go down octave. it’s clear now he’s already drunk off your flavour and there’s no stopping him from fulfilling his hunger. so you don’t fight back as one of his hands sneaks up to cup your breast while the other drags down to your cunt.

“you make me feel like i’m starving” he continues as his fingers tease your most sensitive spots. he’s pinching one of your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt while simultaneously rubbing your clit over your panties. it doesn’t take long before you’re mewling in his arms.

“wouldn’t want me to starve, now would you?” he continues, his words only adding to your pleasure.

once again his mouth is returning to your shoulder and he’s indulging himself by taking a bite. it’s a lot more forceful this time. enough to draw blood in fact. instead of crying out in pain this time you pathetically moan. ken eagerly slurps up the metallic red fluid. immediately he’s groaning at the taste.

by now ken has pushed past the barrier of your underwear and has dipped his lean fingers into your soaking cunt. the wet sounds he produces as he pumps his digits in and out his pure music to his ears. “you drive me crazy, angel. gonna need you to cum so i can taste you down here too. think you can do that for me?”.

you nod in return. by now you could careless about stopping him. your main focus is chasing your own high. with the way ken’s curling and thrusting his fingers, you doubt it’ll take long.

you’re moaning his name shamelessly once ken finds that right spot inside of you. he rubs it with the pads of his fingers, unexpectedly sending you over the edge. chanting “i’m cumming, i’m cumming” you cream on his palm. ken’s whispering praises as he helps you through your orgasm.

as soon as he’s sure you’re taken care of, ken raises his slick covered fingers to his lips. again, he’s groaning pornographically the moment his taste buds sense your cum. he drinks it all up greedily before pulling his fingers out of his mouth with a pop.

“good job my angel but we’re not done yet”.

within the blink of an eye he’s adjusted your positions. you went from laying on your side as the little spoon to on your back with ken looming over you. “i’m afraid i’m not satisfied yet. i need my fill” he says as he goes to bite at the shoulder he’s been neglecting. somehow he manages to make you bleed and second time and just like a vampire he’s swallowing all of it. “i need to taste every inch of you. 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈’𝐌 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄’𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃”.

he couldn’t tell you what it was that was getting him so hard so early in the mornings. maybe choso was having wet dreams that he couldn’t recall once his eyes opened. or maybe in the spooning position that you two liked to sleep in resulting in your ass rubbing against his crotch too much. whatever the reason, choso has woken more than once to an almost painful boner.

with a horrified blush covering his face, choso would always try to sneak out of bed without waking. this would be followed by him slipping into the bathroom attached to your room to take care of himself. when he finally returned to bed you were sitting up waiting for him despite his efforts to keep you asleep.

this process was basically a part of your nightly routine by now. usually you’d just go back to sleep, not wanting to embarrass choso. but recently you took him off guard by addressing his troubles.

“you know you could always just use me if you wanted. doesn’t matter if i’m sleeping. just want to make sure you feel good”.

those were your exact words. at the time, choso was flustered by the offer. when he inevitably woke up again, cock aching, your generosity would be his saving grace.

pulling out his girth with a hiss, choso hesitates for a moment when he looks back at you. his beautiful baby is sleeping so soundly, in nothing but a cute pair of panties and one of his oversized shirts. he really doesn’t want to wake you up with his selfish desires but fuck, he needs you so bad.

with your back to him, choso rubs his stiff length between the plush cheeks of your ass. he has to bite his lip to hold in the groan threatening to rumble from his throat. how do you manage to do that? drive him crazy while you were doing nothing but dreaming. any reservations about stuffing you full while you were resting escapes him with every second that passes.

eventually he can’t take it anymore. pushing your panties aside and gently spreading your legs open, choso slowly starts to seth himself into your welcoming pussy. a string of curses fall from his mouth. luckily they’re not too loud to wake you. you’re swallowing all he has to offer so easily. your cunt must have been made for him.

choso has to take pause after bottoming out to prevent himself from pounding into you relentlessly. after a moment or so of regaining his composure, he starts to flick his hips. for a moment the only sound echoing throughout the room was his skin against yours but soon this is mixed with your soft mewls.

for a second, choso thinks he’s woken you up but when he checks your eyes are still shut, lips only slightly parted to release your dreamy moans. even if he had pulled you out of your sleep choso doubts he could stop. his hand soon cups one of your tits and massages it as he continues to thrust.

unsurprisingly, there’s no way for you to continue sleeping with all the stimulation. eyes creeping open, your vision barely clears before a loud moan escapes you. sleepily looking over your shoulder you find choso panting as he chases his high.

“had trouble sleeping again, baby?” you ask, making choso’s hips stutter in surprise. when he looks back at you his dark eyes are glossed over with lust.

“i-i’m sorry”.

“it’s okay” you gasp as he continued to fuck your cunt despite his apologies. “told you that you could do this. go ahead, fill me up”.

your encouragement eggs him on even further. picking up the pace, choso teeth sink into your shoulder as he nears his end. you let out a choked moan of his name when you feel your pussy squeeze his cock for dear life. you weren’t aware of how close you were yourself having just woken up but apparently all your needy hole needed was a few more hits against your sweet sit to cream around him.

the moment you finish, your cunt manages to milk choso. groaning, he seeds spurts into you in long thick ropes. he hadn’t realized how pent up he was but the sheer amount of cum that he fucks into you reveals the truth.

“s-shit, thank you” choso heaves, face tiredly falling into the crook of your neck. “too good for me”.

“no need” you giggle. “𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐍𝐎𝐖”.

you were desperate. desperate for any form of release. you’ve been whining for the past hour for hange to step away from their microscope and pay attention to you. every time hange would tell you the same thing. five more minutes. eventually about after the fifth time hearing that you got fed up.

all of a sudden you’re in hange’s lap. they finally seem to look at you for the first time that entire evening. when they see the look in your eyes, hange can’t help but smirk.

“oh? didn’t realize you needed to cum that bad” hange chuckles. “i still have a lot of work to do though”. instantly your whining but hange shushes you before you can let out any further complaints. “hey, hey, you can still use my thigh. think you can be good and get yourself off?”.

you whimper softly at the thought. nodding back at your lover, you climb off of hange’s lap to shed yourself of your bottoms. meanwhile hange is going back to examine their materials. they don’t even glance back at you when your bare pussy lands on their knee.

mere minutes later your moans are echoing through hange’s study. as they scribble away at their notebooks casually, you’re grinding your cunt against the fabric of hange’s pants. the rough material only adds to your pleasure. you can’t help but throw your head back at the friction.

“oh god, hange” you breathlessly moan, grabbing their shoulders for support. hange simply hums, unbothered by the stain your wet pussy is leaving on their clothes.

it’s not long before you’re squeezing your eyes shut. you’re so close to cumming but, pathetically so, you know you won’t be able to finish by yourself. at least not completely. “hange, can i- can i cum?” you request with a whine, needing permission to be granted.

“hmm, go ahead” hange replies, lips curling into a small smirk when you cum on command. evidence of your release soaks through hange’s clothing as you go limp against them.

you’re totally out of breath when hange starts rubbing your back. “that’s it, did so well” hange coos. “𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃, 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇?”.

unfortunately luck hasn’t been on your side. neither of you were super worried. sometimes these things took time but still… even the most patient men like kita could get a little frustrated. well tonight he was going to make sure to fill you up as much as he could.

you’ve lost track of how many creampies he’s given you. by now you could barely hold your body up as he took you from behind, fucking you so hard that his heavy breeder balls slapped against your clit. your moans are gargled and messy as your hands finally give out and you collapse on the mattress underneath you.

for the first time that evening, kita stops thrusting into your spent out pussy. “do you need to stop, my love?” he asks as sweat drops from his forehead and drips onto your ass. your response is slurred, so much so that kita can’t make it out. figuring that was good enough of an answer, kita starts to pull out.

panic rushes through your veins. no matter how tired and sensitive you were, you didn’t want to stop yet. you’re so desperate for him to breed you just one more time that you start pleading without thinking. “daddy, wait, please give me another”.

kita freezes at the title. he wasn’t prepared to be called that but he springs right back into action. before you know it he’s burying his girth back inside your cunt.

“daddy, huh?” he pants, returning to his previous pace. “i’m your daddy?”.

if you weren’t so overstimulated you might have been embarrassed. you’ve never called him that before and yet here you were, moaning that name like you have your whole life. “yes daddy! wanna make you a real daddy. please fill me up again”.

kita curses under his breath. your words and the way your ass jiggles with every snap of his hips makes it impossible for him to hold back. “i’m gonna fill you, princess. get ready” he promises, his seed spurring into your already stuffed hole.

you’re drooling from both your mouth and your cunt now. as spit slips past your lips, a mix of yours and kita’s cum seeps out. he’s quick to scoop it up and slip it back where it belongs. “you came at the same time as me. so good for daddy” he praises, smiling softly as he admires the mess he made. “get your sleep now, love. 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆”.