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“deeper, please!” you gasp, tears of frustration swimming in your eyes. the dull ache inside you has reached a sort of stasis, neither ebbing away nor engulfing you.

shûhei’s overstimulated cock ruts into you, his ramblings a mess of incoherent whines. his gaze isn’t even focused on you: it’s desperately seeking the approval of kensei, who’s furrowed brow and twitching left eye convey his immense disappointment in his lieutenant.

“this won’t do,” kensei mutters to himself. two strides and he reaches the bed. “when she says ‘deeper,’ you give it to her.”

with an almost casual flex of his toned arms, he pushes your thighs into your chest and holds them there in his punishing grip. you and shûhei both moan simultaneously at the new angle and his hips stutter as he sloppily continues to thrust. after suffering from his torturous, failed ministrations for so long, the relief of an orgasm has you seeing stars.

“oh, fuck,” shûhei whimpers as he follows close behind, fucking you both through your orgasms. he pants over you, hair slick with sweat, a small smirk forming when he notices the combined mess of your releases leaking out of your ruined pussy. “did i do good, captain?”

kensei palms himself through his trousers. it’s apparent he’s been painfully erect the whole time, but is able to exhibit restraint when most would crumble instantly. “you can do better,” he responds, eyes fixated on your heaving chest. his lieutenant looks crestfallen. “i’ll have to show you how to please this pretty pussy myself.”

kensei’s cock is hard and angry when it springs free and slaps his stomach. refusing to remove his stare from your reddened, puffy folds, he runs his fingers through his hair and pushes the other man aside, offering him a brief, condescending glance. “hisagi, be a good boy and watch her take me.”

"say 'ahh'."

"tamthy jutht pierthe the phucking tongue alreahy."

"so impatient."

and the little shit is tsk-tsk-tsking while ignoring how the sexual tension between him 'n you is thicker than a brazilian lady in hot summer, the meanie :(

"will you jutht sthick 'a damn thihng in alreahy!?"

"kinky."

Quit Edging!

Synopsis: August needs you so badly, but he won't rip the clothes he made.

INSPIRED BY A POST FROM @sickabutter <3

Cw: handjob, edging, gn!reader

You made him so excited wearing his freshly made clothes! He just had to kiss and lean you against his messy work desk.

But there was a problem...

He couldn't just rip your nice clothes. that's a total boner killer! Hearing fabric rip is like nails on a chalkboard. But the edging was unbearable, It was getting to a point where you started to take your clothes off yourself, but he insisted you were too rough.

"A-august, seriously, you're driving me crazy..." That applied to both of you. Your back was starting to hurt while he fidgeted with all the buttons on your shirt.

it goes back to just about three days ago. the first time you ever really interacted with little dear santa happened to be helping him fix a broken piece of tech he found. you’d spent 20 minutes showing him how to solder a tiny connection. just as tamsy came in, leaning against the doorframe to watch, the boy’s project sparked to life. all three sets of eyes widened as the little boy rolled up his baggy sleeves and reached his palm out for a high five.

it was just a simple act of kindness. a wholesome one. yet it made him imagine just a little too much. how would it feel to see you helping out your own child instead? god, one that looked just like him? maybe while another one of his is cozy in your belly too? it’d be perfect.

it would have plenty of benefits too. the few times he brought it up, you always shot the same excuse over and over: “babe, this is the pit. i’m not raising a baby here.” 

well, according to tamsy, it was quite the opposite. he believed it would keep you safer. you’d be occupied indoors with a baby all day. protecting you from the outside would be tamsy’s responsibility. 

and that’s how you found yourself here. all glassy-eyed and hands clawing at tamsy’s arms as he’s sloppily drilling into your cunt. his eyes roll back at the feeling of your spongy, warm cunt. 

it’s the first time he’s in there raw. luckily it didn’t take much to get in either. you always ask him if he’s wearing a condom—a small precaution. and you did the same today. all he needed to rasp out was a quick “ ‘course, angel.” it’s just a little white lie, you won’t know that though, will you? you’re too wet to notice if he’s actually wearing one anyways. it has your starving pussy stretching either way.

the uneven gasps and winces pulled out from you echoed off the walls. the thought that this could give you a permanent symbol of his love drives him over the edge. you’d be bound to him forever. it’s too much for him. all too much. the way you wince and lock your legs tighter around his waist whenever his tip repeatedly nudges your cervix. fuck, if this keeps going he might just—

“f-fuck, don’t let me pull out” he buries himself to the hilt with one last guttural groan, his load filling you up as he tries to push in more so it won’t leak.

it’s not long before you feel his cum sticking to you. “tam, condom! wh-where’s the condom?” you shake tamsy by the shoulders, concern taking over you.

oh yeah, that’s right, he lied to you. “the condom . . yeah. yeah—i-i think it ripped,” he says sheepishly before pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead. “sorry, angel.”

toji, who loves groping you while you watch tv, saying its just because your tits are free stress balls, but he's so focused on how your nipples start to get hard, the way your thighs squish together

you, who keeps putting your hands down his boxers because your hands are cold, but it always turns into you feeling him up, getting him to tug his boxers down a bit as you play with his cock, cheek smushed against his chest as you complain about how heavy his dick is, and gaze in awe at how his stupidly fat sack barely fits in one hand

toji, who has you pull down your panties so he can compare how warm your pussy is compared to his dick, enjoying the way you squeal when his cold ass fingers cup right over your mound, muttering in your ear how cute it is that you've got a chubby little cunt, and that he'd have to spread open to really get a good look at all of it.

you, who thinks its funny to slingshot your panties at toji right before you shower after humping your pillow, knowing that theyre still sticky and wet with your slick, masking your embarrassment with a cocky laugh as you tell him to have fun since your panties are the closest he will ever get to pussy (and you know its not true, not true at all)

toji, who thinks its just as funny to have his door wide open as he strokes himself with said panties, head behind his head as he loudly groans your name, seeing you walk by and trying not to look at him, but stopping you in your tracks when he asks you to bring him a drink

you, who thinks its fine to bring him a glass of water as he's mid stroke, sitting down on the bed next to him and striking up conversation as if he isn't looking you up and down, groaning when he realizes your still shiny from the fresh coat of lotion you rubbed on yourself, muttering under his breath how much he'd like to fuck those soft thighs, before going back to listening to whatever bullshit you came up with as an excuse to sit near him