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He pulled away from your lips and set you down, your back against his cotton sheets. He eyed you again for any traces of uncertainty. You took the time to assure him the way he assured you, by taking his palm to your lips and giving it a kiss. A simple gesture, but his gratitude was said through the look you shared afterwards. He was so glad, if there was anyone to share these fumbling first-times with, that it was you.

His palm hovered over your lips, still warm after being graced by your kiss. His thumb stroked your cupid’s bow the way snow falls in the early hours of the morning: so slowly and gently, you’d be afraid to disturb it. You didn’t even dare breathe, as if you’d blow his hand away with the outpouring of air. As your first lover he was determined to show you a gentleness no one else ever could. You were deserving of that much, especially since he’d been greedy enough to let you pleasure him first. So he’d show you ten times the care, ten times the attention your body deserved.

He started with kisses from the corner of your lips down to the base of your neck, relishing in the way your breathing hitched with every contact of his lips to your skin. They were hot, framed by the occasional wet traces of tongue and the feeling of his warm breath fanning over your skin. He’d leave marks in his wake, symbols of his affection and evidence of his care for all others to see. You’d notice them later, long afterwards, now too distracted by him and his touch to care. Everything he did wiped your mind clean of distracting thoughts; it was only him that occupied your mind and he was satisfied with having such a hold on you.

He kissed down to your sternum, now messy, open-mouthed and noisy. Had Eren ever been such a noisy kisser? The sounds of lips smacking against skin and groans against your ribcage were loud, reverberations spreading across your body from the source. It was only when his mouth had made it to his planned destination, your nipple, that he stopped. He looked up at you from between his eyelashes, a burning forest behind a dark cage.

His eyes screamed predator but his lips were gentle as he formed his words. “You okay up there, princess?”

You nodded but he wasn’t satisfied.

“Wanna hear you.”

“Yes. I’m okay.”

He took a moment to admire you, the way your hair poured over his pillows and your body splayed over his sheets, the way you shined with the heat of his touch leaving your pores, your lips still swollen from all the ways he’d kissed you. You were beautiful even as he ruined you, in the gentlest way possible.

He then delved down, his tongue tracing the path your areola laid before him in a languid circle. You arched into him, a gasp leaving your lips. To compensate for his lack of a second mouth, his hand came to your other breast. His fingers weren’t experts but they were learners, a thumb coming to brush over the sensitive bud, his eyes searching yours for reassurance. His heart swelled in his chest when his tongue swiped over your nipple and you whined. He aimed to please, but first he aimed to tease: suddenly his mouth sucked on your breast harshly, his tongue teasing the aroused bud as his hand twisted your other nipple between his index and thumb. He used his teeth, biting at your perky nipple, though as gently as a bite could be. That immediately drew a reaction, your body harshly jolting below him and a cry of his name leaving your lips.

He chuckled against your skin, loving the way his name sounded coming from you. He switched breasts, opting to tease you just a little longer, your body arching and squirming every which way. He figured you couldn't cum from this prolonged teasing alone, but learning how to please you and watching the way you responded to his touch was enough of a motivation to dedicate the time. Having had his fill, and having you panting below him, he moved on then, relegating to allowing your nipples some rest. Palming gently at them now, his mouth moved lower, lower, till he was working the soft skin of your stomach. Every kiss there rewarded him with a reaction from your thighs, squeezing around his naked hips. He only stopped when he hit the barrier–your waistband to your pants.

He stared at you again, always asking for your permission. But also taking the pause to calm his rapid heart. Would he be able to do what you had just done for him, to bring him to his peak through your innocent touch alone? He wondered if you would feel the same way he did when you touched him: that one look at you pleasuring him could send him over the edge. He hoped so.

When his fingers looped under your waistband you felt them tremble against your skin. Was he nervous? The Eren Jaeger, rumored to be such a sexual deviant and serial philanderer, was shaking at the thought of undressing a woman? A demure smile painted your lips at the revelation. You felt you were undeserving of his such fears and reverence.

But your smile was not one of confidence. You were just as nervous, just as shaky, the goosebumps a visual reminder for the brunette as he tugged lower. He pulled down just your pants first, just an inch or two, staring into your eyes the entire time for any signs of remorse. He chuckled at your choice of undies once he looked down – pink panties with repeating rainbows.

“What? I wasn’t expecting this to happen,” you pouted, face aflame. It only made him love you more. It was only right that the first time he’d see you this way would be punctuated by something so cute, so innocent, so you. Fuck the norms and what was expected of women. He loved you and your cute rainbow panties.

Grateful for the distraction, both your nerves were just slightly calmed, enough for Eren to give your thigh a light double tap. You lifted your hips off the mattress and he used that moment to tug your pants lower. Within seconds they were off, and the only clothing left between the two of you were those adorable panties. But Eren was in no rush.

He settled himself back between your thighs, his fingertips brushing over the very edges of your panties. He felt it, everytime your body would stutter. He never realized you'd be so sensitive until today and this was just another part of that. He’d continue to treat you like you were made of glass and hoped you wouldn’t break. You didn’t mind; if he moved any faster you’d die from the nerves. You went into his guns blazing but with your pants gone all bets were off. You were just as grateful as Eren that he was your fumbling and awkward first-time. Because any man would rush something so simple as removing clothing. Yet Eren treated it with as much respect as your fears deserved.

An index finger brushed over the center fabric of your underwear, a quick stripe like the first brush stroke against a canvas. Even then your breath hitched, the anticipation and arousal so palpable that any contact with your center would activate a response. You tried not to stare at his naked body before you but it was a nice distraction.

“Focus on me, baby,” he said, smirking as he realized your eyes had traveled below his face. He needed to watch your reactions meticulously. He was a first time learner after all, and a student needed a focused teacher.

He went in with more purpose this time, his finger traversing the valley between your lips through the fabric. He realized, as you groaned in response to his touch, that you were positively soaked. His first thought was to ask for a taste. But if he hadn’t allowed you to taste him then who’s to say you would be so kind to grant him that wish?

He repeated the motion, pressing with more vigor against your cunt this time. The pressure to your clit immediately earned Eren a sweet mewl from your lips. How much more should he do this, he wondered.

You answered his thoughts as if he’d asked it aloud. “Eren, please… touch me.”

Ignoring his shaky hands and frantic heart, his hands moved to remove the last of the fabric separating you from him. Your lungs were paralyzed as he moved, his eyes trained on yours, the fabric slowly coming down your thighs. You lifted your legs up to allow him to take the fabric past your knees. When it was completely off, he rested your ankles on his shoulders.

His warm hands made the journey from your ankles to your hips and back down again. You couldn't believe you were both naked now, and the thought brought back your nerves. You were disappointed in yourself – you started out so confident, confident enough to give Eren a handjob for crying out loud. And now you were ready to disappear into the mattress from your fear. A hand came up to cover your face, your eyes peeking through the gaps between your fingers.

“Want me to stop?” he asked, seeing the way you began to cower away from him.

“No…I just–you don’t think it's weird do you?”

This was the first time a man was seeing you like this, what would he think? You worried you weren’t what he was expecting to see.

He was sitting on his knees before you, and a quick look at his own body was evidence enough of what he was feeling. He was quite obviously hard all over again; all for you.

“Do I need to answer that?” he said with a breathy laugh, moving his body to the side until his hard dick brushed against your leg. He pulled away just as quickly.

You bit your lip as he pulled your hand away from your face. He gave it a kiss.

“Ready when you are,” he said, his voice soft and reassuring.

You took a deep breath. You truly wanted, no, needed him to touch you. The burning desire you felt wasn’t extinguished with pleasuring him, you wanted to be pleasured too. So you nodded.

“Please.”

He moved until his chest was flat against the mattress, face-to-face with your center, thighs still hiked over his shoulders. He let out a sigh, nervous, but the air fanned right over your cunt. The sensation made you gasp. He chuckled.

“I haven’t even touched you, babe.”

“It’s just…different.” You whined when he did it again, purposefully blowing a puff of hot air against your glistening folds. He watched your cunt flutter around nothing, as your thighs moved to press together.

“Ah-ah, stay open baby,” he used his hands to pull your thighs back further apart. He could feel his mouth water and his dick twitch at the sight of you spreading further just inches away from his face. If only…

“Can I have a taste?” He asked.

“I–um, hands first,” you stumbled upon your words. You weren’t sure if you could jump to that yet. Maybe you just needed to warm up to the idea.

“Okay, princess.”

You felt a thumb brush against your clit and immediately felt a wave of pleasure crash over you. He started slow, lazy strokes around the bud, his eyes constantly searching yours for hints on how to proceed.

“Talk to me,” he said, his head resting against your inner thigh, enraptured by your lust-filled gaze. He gave your thigh a kiss.

You could only think of one word, your mind in a haze. A mix of embarrassment, anticipation, fear…but what outweighed them all was arousal.

“More.”

You felt his middle finger brush over your hole, a tease for what was to come. He watched as you squirmed just a little, before you gasped when he went and inserted it.

“Fuck, Eren,” you moaned, turning your face to bury it in his pillows.

Slowly, past the first knuckle, then past the second, then finally his entire finger was in. It was nothing like the times you’d done it to yourself. His fingers were longer than yours and the way he moved them unique to him. He felt you stretch around him to take him in, warm and wet. He moved his hips against the sheets of the mattress, anything to get some friction to alleviate the burning that had returned to his sensitive cock.

He moved his finger in and out of you, so slowly you could feel every drag of skin within your body. You told him only to use his hands, but his lips danced across your thigh closer and closer to your center. You could almost feel the curl of his lips, a devilish smirk as he pulled sweet moans and cries from your mouth. He was curious what other sounds he could coax out of you, inserting his ring finger with the same slowness and patience as the first. You stretched around his fingers, tight and hot. He briefly wondered how it would feel to go all the way.

He listened to your body. Listened to every single gasp of air, every little whine and moan, every whisper of his name against the sheets. When he curled his fingers a certain way, brushing against your sensitive spot, and your thighs once again squeezed around his neck, he listened. When his fingers pulled out part way, glistening with your slick, your body leaking and squelching around him, he listened. His mouth was so close now you felt it every time air left his nose. But he would wait for your permission.

And when you told him to use his mouth he listened.

The first thing you thought when his tongue descended upon you was wow. It was quick, like a kitten laps up milk, just a slight flick of the tongue against your bundle of nerves. But fuck it felt good. It was warm, wet, more gentle than the calloused tip of his fingers. Eren did it twice for good measure, before his eyes connected with yours again.

You nodded feverishly, “Eren.”

He groaned, sending vibrations across your skin as he dove back in, eyes still on you.

He spoke, muffled since his face was still connected to you. “Yeah?”

He was certainly a quick learner, now curling his fingers and pumping, hitting your sweet spot just right. Between his two fingers inside you and his tongue against your clit, he was bringing you closer to your peak. He could feel the way your muscles tensed and the breath left your lips in short gasps.

You were so so close and you wanted to feel him closer to you. “Kiss me?”

In as quick a maneuver as he could manage, he laid on his side next to you in the bed, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You could just slightly taste yourself on his tongue. You spread your legs and his fingers were quickly back inside you, the two fingers all the way in and the knuckles of his other fingers slapping against your cunt. He moved this time at a quicker pace, one that had you sobbing against his lips. He kissed you harder, pulling you into him by your hair, moaning into the kiss as his hips rutted his cock against your side.

He broke apart from your lips to say, “Be a good girl, cum, cum on my fingers.” The way he said it sounded nothing like himself – devoid of his boyish charm, the tone of it deep and sultry. It went straight to your core, sending shivers up your spine.

With a few more strokes of his fingers you were gone, moaning into his sloppy kiss, coating his long fingers in your essence. He felt your walls squeeze around his fingers, milking them, and his cock twitched with need. His thumb was back on your clit, stroking it softly as your body trembled with aftershocks. For a second you wondered why you’d gone so long without asking for his touch. But then you just told yourself that you’d make up for it by asking for more.

He stopped when he felt your body relax finally, your deep breaths subsiding to softer ones and your muscles sinking back into the mattress. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them off and lapping up your release. It was pleasantly sweet, a taste he’d want more of if you’d allow him the opportunity. Which you most certainly would.

You both turned towards each other and he kissed you once more. His lips were wet, coated in your release, but you didn’t mind.

He asked, “Was that good for you, baby?”

“God, yes.”

You kissed him and he chuckled at your eagerness.

You felt his cock against your side, still hard as a rock.

“Eren, do you want to…?”

You involuntarily licked your lips.

He shook his head no. Though he really wanted to, he didn’t want to rush you. You’d both already made strides today. And he knew that putting it in your mouth would be a new thing entirely. Plus he wasn’t sure if his heart could handle that much sexual gratification in one night.

“How about… if I do well on this orgo test, will you reward me?”

“Okay.”

He shot out of bed, searching for his discarded clothes. You gave him a questioning look with a raised eyebrow. “What’s the rush?”

“I gotta get back to studying,” he said, jumping into the leg holes of his boxers, “Gotta ace this test if I want my reward, right baby?”

You shook your head, laughing at his ridiculousness. He’d probably stay up all night now studying if you wouldn’t stop him.

Because if one thing’s for sure, when a reward like that was on the line, he’d stop at nothing to pass.

Part Three ->

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Okay but imagine..

He smirked when his eyes met with the man slamming into your pussy from behind.

_ "Yes beautiful.. open wide for me.. good girl." Hizashi cooed as he positioned his hard cock in front of your drooling mouth, thumb already playing with your tongue.

_ "Go easy on her Shōta, we don't want her biting my dick off now do we?"

You whimpered hearing his teasing words and actually bit down on the sneaky finger twirling inside your mouth.

_ "We agreed that whoever climaxes first loses the bet and I certainly don't need your pity." You challenged them both before taking the blond man's dick to the hilt and sucking on it as hard as you could.

_ "Ah fuck babe, do you like his cock more than mine? You're tightening around me while sucking him off, not fair." Shōta groaned before giving your ass cheek a swift smack and you let out a moan that sent a blissful vibration up Hizashi's shaft.

_ Fuck! I'm close!" The blond hero cursed through gritted teeth, trying his hardest to hold on a bit longer so he wouldn't lose the bet you set earlier in the evening.

Frankly, all three of you were sore losers, it's in your nature.

You're heroes after all, and this little game of yours wasn't much different than your usual fights against the villains. You're in it for the win.

You smirked and moaned again swirling your tongue around Hizashi's cock all the while fluttering your pussy to give Shōta more stimulus. Devilish idea indeed.

And for a moment it worked, you felt both men erratically moving and twitching within you while tightening their grips on your hair and ass.

But suddenly, Shōta stopped, leaving his friend facefuck you until he finally reached his high, cumming in your mouth and collapsing backwards on the bed.

_ "Fuck! I lost this time." But his words did not reflect any bitterness, quite the opposite, he looked pleased and satisfied.

You smiled victoriously but Shōta gave you no time to celebrate as he resumed his thrusts.

You yelped in surprise and threw your head back, biting your lip and bracing yourself as his thrusts became brutal.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed Hizashi smirking as his glances traveled between you and his friend, and you didn't like it, you knew he had something in mind.

_ "Shōta, wanna make this more interesting?" Yeah, you were right, he was planning something after all.

Shōta didn't reply, he simply hooked his arms through yours and pulled you up on your knees while still ramming deep inside of you.

_ "What the hell are you two planning?" You hissed glaring at the blond man in front of you as you watched him curling his tongue around his fingers.

_ "Something you'll really enjoy." He answered you in a whisper before joining his friend's mission to abuse your cunt.

He fondled your clit experimentally and proceeded to suck on your nipples. All you could do was rest your head on Shōta's shoulder while he kissed and sucked your neck.

You were at their mercy, and it didn't take long for you to finally let out a loud moan and shudder between them as your orgasm hit you like a giant wave.

They didn't stop after that, not until Shōta -the victor of this round- ejaculated inside your swollen walls.

_ "Fuck.. you're both unfair.. I'm not playing anymore." You struggled between gasps, but your words had no spite in them. You loved this little game as much as they did.

_ "Shhh babe it's fine, we've got you." Shōta whispered against your temple, leaving soft kisses on your dump skin before Hizashi snatched you from his arms and brought you to his chest.

You smiled as you rested your head on Hizashi's chest and your eyes suddenly felt heavier.

He chuckles at the desperation in your voice, “not yet, princess.” the tip of his cock lays heavy against your clit, right there and yet not close enough, “please!” your hips buck up involuntarily, a plea ripping from your lips.

A large hand curled around your hip, shoving you down against the mattress harshly, “I said not yet.” fisting his cock, tengen pumps it at the sight of you squirming under his hold, tears dewing at your eyes from frustration, “can't take it anymore, need you inside me now,”

“Spread your legs, princess." Your knees shut together— out of instinct— as soon as he slapped the cock head against your puffy clit.

He's now dragging the tip of his cock against your cunt, smearing your slick all over. Through your glassy vision you noticed how his red eyes were focused on your pussy and you realize it— he is spelling out his name on your pussy, T-E-N-G-E-N, with swift strokes of his cock,“what a pretty pussy you have,” tengen muses at how your pussy flutters from his teasing, “look at her, she's dripping all over for me,”

“did I get you all worked up, baby?” by the time he got to the G, your thighs were shaking, your back arching off the mattress while your hips bucked up- more, you needed more. Tengen's hand came up to rest the palm flat on your belly, weighing you down, “so impatient,”

Impatient. Tengen was usually the more impatient one but he'd hold out for as long as it takes to have you a begging mess under his touch. Because you make the sweetest sounds when you're fucked at the brink of desperation and the sound hashira thrives off it, “how bout a change of pace, hm? Let's make this more flamboyant.”

With strong arms, he's soon guiding your body above his so that you're straddling his hips, your pussy hovering right above his cock but his hands gripping your hips won't let you move. The amusement in his eyes at your plight was undeniable, “what? Not begging for me anymore?”

“you're such a meanie,” you heave, breathless from being edged like this. His bare chest rumbles with a loud laughter at that, “tell you what,” folding his arms behind his back, he leans against the headboard, “you can take what you want.”

You lower yourself on his cock slowly, shaky palms pressed against his shoulders for balance, “lemme help you out there,” you're impaled on his cock with a sudden thrust, tengen's thumbs dipping into the plush of your hips as he held you against him for a moment, letting you feel how his thick cock throbbed inside you.

“go on, ride me now,”

Your eyes roll back and your jaw hangs open, he's so big and you feel so full that you didn't hear his command, “don't be ungrateful,” a loud smack echoed in the room as he brought his hand down harshly on your ass. You yelped at the sting, fresh tears welling up in your eyes.

Cupping your breasts in his large palms, tengen snickers while pinching your nipples, “weren't you begging for this, princess? For my cock?” leaning forward, he licks away at the salty tears rolling down your cheeks, “So why are you whining now, hm?”

With trembling thighs, you prop yourself up against him, raising your hips and slamming down on his cock, “that's it? That's all you can do?” the mockery makes you squeeze your eyes shut in shame. Bringing his hand to your clit, he lays a light slap on the swollen bundle of nerves, “go faster,”

You're struggling just from having his cock inside you and he's asking you to ride him when you're feeling so full, “can't!” you cry out in a meek voice, “need your help, tengen sama,” the title you addressed him with made a low chuckle vibrate at the back of his throat,

“yeah you can, princess, if you try hard enough,” biting your lip, you thrust yourself down on him again, eyes rolling back when you felt his thick cock hit impossibly deep inside you, nudging right against your sweet spot, “fuck, you're so fucking tight, you're gonna milk me dry aren't you, baby?” your toes curl from fucking yourself on him, whimpers tangled with moans falling free from your lips

“Cum for me, use me and make yourself cum.” his hand squeezes at your breasts, the other one rubbing your clit while your thrusts grew sloppy as you neared your orgasm, “tengen tengen tengen—” your walls clamp down hard around his pulsating cock as you topple over your high with his name on your lips like a prayer.

“atta girl.” tengen's eyes are a shade darker when he grips your hips after you slump against him, tired and fucked out. Groaning, he lifts you up and slams you down hard against him, pounding into your poor abused cunt relentlessly. Using you like a rag doll to get himself off, “fuck fuck— I'm gonna cum,”

“please cum inside me, please,” you're pleading through the throes of overstimulation, desperate to feel him fill you up. cursing under his breath, tengen buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his loud groans as he cums deep inside you.

“there, wasn't that tough now, was it?” tengen's fingers tilt your chin up, laying a gentle kiss on your lips, “you did so good f'me, princess. Now let's get you cleaned up.”

His hand runs up your shoulders, fingers tangling in your hair and pulling you down to bury his face in your neck, “Please let me cum,” his whimpers are appealing, you'll admit but you're not done teasing him yet. You quite enjoy seeing him cry out for you like this. 

Grabbing his wrists, you pin wrench his hands off your body and pin them above his head. With a smirk gracing your lips, you lean close to lay a tentative kiss on his trembling lips, “s'soon? Now where's the fun in that?” 

Steven's hips thrust up in hopes of getting himself off, tears blooming at the corner of his eyes from how long you've been edging him, “ah— god, y/n, I can't no more,” he let's out little gasps followed by heavy breathing, “please,” Hands desperately grasping at your body, he watches you bounce on his throbbing cock

“but I love to hear you beg, baby.” dragging your fingers along his jaw, you kiss him sloppily, all tongue and teeth. his neck strains forward, chasing the kiss when you pull away cruelly. Your thighs straddling his hips holding you upright as you stilled above him just as you felt his leaking cock twitch with the need for a release,

“fuck,” Steven's head collapses against the pillow with a loud groan. You almost took pity on him, debating if you should end your onslaught now when you noticed it— his eyes glowing a bright hue and his body moving under you like he's having a seizure, “steve—”

His large hand wrapped around your neck, your words dying on your throat in turn. 

you're flipped over, back meeting the soft mattress. Meanwhile Marc smirked, having fronted the body now. Bringing his lips to your ear, he whispers, “someone's been a fuckin brat, hm?” he's blinking away the tears to see your sudden shock at his arrival, “what's the matter, baby?” marc's lips ghost on your parted ones as his fingers press down against the sides of your air column, “not so mouthy now?” 

“Marc,” you choke out his name, palms clasping around his wrist. He clicked his tongue at that and you stumbled upon words to correct yourself, “sorry— daddy,” a condescending laughter floods your ears, Marc giving a tentative thrust that had you whimpering from how deep he went, “did you have fun edging us like that?”

Your mind was going dizzy from his grip on ur neck, “daddy asked you a question, baby.” he sneers and you can feel the veins running along his cock pulse against your walls when you manage to get out a coherent response, “yes, yes I did,” 

“well then,” he drags out his cock, leaving your pussy fluttering around empty air. With his fist around his cock, he smirks down at you, “tell me why I should fuck you.” 

“marc—” his palm hits your bare cunt with a sudden slap, chuckling at your cry of pain, “please, daddy, please, need your cock inside me,” 

Lining up with your entrance, Marc slaps your clit with the tip of his cock, “hm, I don't know, do you deserve it after what you did?” he's dipping the head inside your cunt for a split second before pulling out again, relishing in your disappointed agony, “no please, daddy I'll be good—” 

it's embarrassing how quick Marc has you falling in line but you know not to test his limits, he can be quite cruel when he wants to. Steven on the other hand, oh sweet Steven who let's you do whatever you want. Even letting you get away with anything but Marc is there to punish you the moment he is in control. 

Pulling his cock out, Marc snickers, “but I love to hear you beg, baby.”

with your eyes wide at the words, you grab onto his shoulders, trying to tug him closer but the mercenary doesn't budge. He grabs your chin, thumb swiping over your lower lip, “so go on and beg.” 

“beg for me, brat.” 

You are gasping out pleas, desperate and needy, hoping he'd cave. Smirking satisfied at your desperation, Marc finally thrusts his cock in, “fuck, such a tight pussy and yet you're such a brat.” his growl brushes against your skin while his cock splits you open. The bed creaks with how hard he's pounding into you, not giving you a moment to catch your breath,

“daddy slow down, please,” Your whimper makes him chuckle breathlessly, “I think I like you better like this.”

Marc's eyes focus on the tears cascading down your face as he continued to fuck into you, the loud wet sounds ringing sloppy in the room tangled with your moans and his own grunts, “crying under me, squirming and begging all pathetic.” 

Your back arches off the bed when he hits your sweet spot with an erratic thrust, “daddy! ’m close,” your mind stops forming thoughts because he's hitting that spot deep inside you with every thrust now, relentless and punishing. Your hands come up to his shoulders, digging your nails in his skin and dragging them down his back where you felt his muscles contract from him fucking you. 

“why don't you apologise for what you did before?” his hands collected your wrists in one of his and pushed them above your head, “that is if you wanna cum.”

“nuuh,” you shake your head in defiance, Steven allowed you to do that, it's none of Marc's business. 

“bold words for someone who can't even take my cock without crying.” his taunts are accentuated with his hips rolling harshly against yours, “c'mon baby, don't be stubborn now.” 

“be good for daddy, apologise and I'll let you cum.” he breathes, lips hovering over yours and you give in, wanting the ache between your legs to be dissolved, “I'm sorry, daddy, so sorry for being mean to Steven.” 

“good girl.” Marc kisses you, rough and hungry, teeth and tongue. You can never get accustomed to how different he is from Steven. They share the same body and yet, they're literally the opposite. 

Pressing his forehead against yours, Marc whispers, “cum for me, baby.” 

You feel the pressure in your tummy grow as his thrusts get faster and sloppier, he's close too, “cum with me, hm?” 

You're nodding, eyes closed and lips parted to regulate your shallow breathing while your cunt convulsed around his cock, “want me to fill ya' up?”

Gasping out a frantic "yes" you felt him spill warm ropes of cum deep inside you. The wet sounds of him fucking you both through your orgasms making you bury your face in the crook of his neck, “I love you.” you don't know who you're referring to and they both know it doesn't matter because you've claimed to love them both equally. 

“I love you too, you did s'good, sweetheart.” a soft kiss was pressed to your forehead and you heard his voice distantly as your eyes fluttered close, “now lemme take care of you.” 

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rindou haitani

when you went over rindou’s place you were quickly met with disappointment. instead of giving you attention he was say at his computer, playing games with his brother. you sat in the background huffing and puffing for a while until the idea came to you. rindou’s so focused on listening to ran speak to him through his headset that he doesn’t hear you unzipping his jeans. he only realizes what you’re doing when you pull his dick out and start giving it a few pumps. immediately a moan slips past rindou’s lips. when he looks down to see you stroking his cock he doesn’t stop you but he dies try biting his lip to contain his noises. rindou thought he was in the clear, especially when he didn’t cum too loudly but ran proves him wrong. “damn, mind sending [y/n] into my room to make me cum too?” ran jokingly requests. rindou’s only flustered for a second before he tries killing ran’s character in the game.

kakucho hitto

kakucho really hated ignoring you, especially when you went out of the way to visit him, but when izana wanted something he got it. right now izana wanted him to play online with him. at first you didn’t mind, opting to sit back and watch your boyfriend play his video games but eventually you did get bored. not only bored but needy. you started whining for kakucho but no matter how many times he tried to convince izana to let him take a break his best friend said no. before long you thought, fine. izana didn’t want to hand over kakucho you’d take matters into your own hands. when kakucho feels you messing with his pants and freeing his cock he’s too flustered to stop you. it only gets worse when you climb on to his lap and sink down on him. just like that kakucho’s struggling to keep his moans quiet. being inside you distracts him so bad that he ends up losing the game. he can barely process that izana’s shouting at him for screwing up when you start bouncing even faster on his dick.

shinichiro sano

shinichiro hadn’t expected you to stop by today so when you arrive at his house he’s still playing video games online with his friends. excited to see you, shinichiro tries to say goodbye but his buddies insisted that he stay and finish this match. shin promised that he’s finish up soon so he could give his baby attention but this game was proving to be longer than expected. both you and your boyfriend were needy for each other at this point so you took things into your own hands. crawling into his lap, you start grinding against him. even with clothes still on shinichiro starts whimpering. he’s so sensitive, particularly with you so eventually he can’t focus on the game anymore. there’s no keeping his moans down so immediately takeomi, wakasa, and benkei know what’s going on. “jeez shin, if you and [y/n] want to fuck that badly you could have just logged off” takeomi grumbled, disconnecting shinichiro from the call himself. you not shin notice that he’s been hung up on, too enthralled with dry humping each other.

imaushi wakasa

wakasa liked ignoring you because he knew how quickly you got needy. so it shouldn’t have surprised you that instead of hanging out with you he was playing video games with his friends through a head set. after whining for him failed to work, you eventually get down on your knees in front of your boyfriend. it takes all wakasa’s self control not to smirk when you start frantically trying to take out his cock. deep down this is exactly what he wanted and you were giving it to him by kitten licking his tip the moment his dick sprang free. much to your disappointment wakasa had no reaction as you took him entirely down your throat but that only made you suck him off harder. god, you were way too easy. meanwhile his friends were none the wiser as he continued playing like you weren’t choking on his length.

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it doesn't have to be like this. he really doesn't have to do this. you've told him many times already and he does. not. listen

he doesn't have to eat you out!

his tongue writing the letters of his name on your clit made you keen. his hands holding your thighs apart wide and open on your desk

it's like a chore you think. with how he's sitting there on your chair tasting and licking your pussy up like an empty pudding cup, it's hard for you to break him away from the task on hand

it's a good thing that your parents are away or else they would hear you punching the table you're sitting on in pleasure. "jirou!" you try to scold him, stop him even, from going too fast because you can't stop the pressure building in your core. he's only using his tongue but you're already feeling like you're going crazy with how he's kissing your love button, sucking on your pussy lips before giving a quick bite to your inner thigh, and diving back in to lick your swollen aching bud

the slurping sounds he makes while he eats your pussy doesn't help. this jerk is doing it on purpose just to tease you! had he had practice before? it's your first time receiving head from him and fuck, you're starting to regret the no's you've given him when he tries to put his head between your legs

"manjirou!" a high-pitched moan ripped out of you as your legs started to shake from his mouth. and he groans, hands wrapping around your thighs and bringing you impossibly closer to his mouth. you let out a breath of pleasure from this and dropped your head to look at him, tongue out and giving you a long lick from your hole to your bud and the sight just– his dark eyes made contact with yours and you came with a scream. back arching and hands coming down to his short blonde hair, pulling on the strands, and you're crying. lower body shaking from the intense feeling of your clit getting sucked on

he moans from your reaction, eyes clenched shut and eyebrows furrowed in concentration. his hard on starting to hurt from being strained in his jogger pants, aching to be let out from its confinement

usually when he gets turned on, you'd go straight to pleasuring him. pants down to his ankles, sucking the tip of his dick and fondling with his balls that has him groaning so deep and legs shaking with how fucking perfect you are at sucking him off

he's fallen in love

you feel hot tears bubble up in your eyes when he pulls all the way out only to slam back in, “s'fucking tight— fuck, can never get enough of this slutty little cunt,” It's getting difficult to breathe with your breasts bouncing against your knees with each hard stroke of his cock against your walls, “daddy, fuck— I can't,”

You try to wiggle out from under him, kicking your legs instinctively but toji only sneers at your pathetic attempt, “don't run away from me now, weren't ya' begging for this? For me to fuck you like a cheap whore?” you whimper at that, feeling the tears roll down your cheeks when the tip of his cock nudges against that spot deep inside you, “you're gonna take it, all of it, like a good little slut. till daddy says it's enough.” laying a kiss on your parted lips, he smirks, “understood?” 

 ᥫ᭡.SATORU GOJO

Your hands push at his shoulders,"Can't anymore," He cages your wrists above your head with a scoff,"Yes, you can." Gojo's hips rut into yours, wet slaps filling the room, "Please," The feel of his unrelenting cock against your gummy walls is too much but so good that you're losing your mind, legs wrapping around his waist as your back arches,"Huh?" He taunts, kissing along your jaw,"I thought you said you can't anymore?" 

With a harsh buck, he's pressing his cock deeper to feel your walls tighten up with need for release. The bed creaks as he fucks you through another orgasm, "Then why are ya' cumming on my cock, again?" You can try to form intelligible words but all you could do was whine in response while your mind was going numb from overdrive, “hm, I think I like you better like this, all dumb and whiney under me.” 

Grabbing your jaw, he stares down at your fucked out expression, “open up, princess.” your lips part for him and your eyes flutter open once a hot globe of liquid lands on your tongue, “now be a good baby and swallow.” it's out of instinct that you follow his orders, gulping it down, “atta girl.”

 ᥫ᭡.SUGURU GETO 

"Look at yourself," Your brain short circuits because of how good his cock feels, dragging against your walls. A bruising grip on your jaw and a slap to your clit had your droopy eyes shooting open with a yelp,"See how cute you look like that? Creaming on my cock all pretty." The sight's lewd- you can see his cock enter your fluttering pussy, his hands wrapped around you and his intense eyes.

Your cunt clenches on him when your eyes meet and you bear witness to the malicious grin that starts on his face. Geto's chest rumbles as he speaks into your cheek, chin resting on your shoulder, "I want you to watch me fuck you, princess."  Your hands rest on his forearms for balance as he pounds into you from behind, cunt spasming around his cock from his relentless thrusts, “ah fuck, you're gonna cum? gonna make a mess f'me, yeah?”

You moan out a little “yes” for him before your eyes roll back and your pussy clenches impossibly tight. Muttering curses under his breath, geto groans, “want me to cum inside you, baby?” you nod frantically, whimpering his name with every sloppy thrust till he's spilling inside you. Pulling out, he watches his cum drip out of your cunt and down your thighs, “look at all that," Geto chuckles as your eyes fall on the reflection of it on the mirror, “what a messy little slut.”

 ᥫ᭡.SUKUNA

Darkness surrounded you as you stepped back till your back hit the rough bark of the tree,"Looks like I found ya'." Your clothes are haphazardly displaced, lips entrapped by his,"Fuck," Sukuna drawls when he feels how wet you are,"You're fuckin' soaking." But you're too busy whimpering in his mouth to respond, legs shaky from running through the rough terrain of the forest.

Thrusting his thick cock inside your cunt, he snarls, "Looks like you enjoyed it just as much as I did." You scream from having the entirety of his length rammed inside you with barely any prep. And he starts pounding right away without giving you even a second to adjust, “sukuna, slow down! It hurts,” pushing at his chest, you make a futile attempt at which the curse clicks his tongue in annoyance, “still acting like a fucking brat.”

“looks like I'll have to fuck the brat outta ya',” a huge palm curls around your neck, fingers clasping against your windpipe. Gasping for air, you press up hard against the tree, feeling the bark biting onto your bare back while sukuna chuckled at the fear playing in your eyes when his grip on your throat tightened, “what's the matter, little one?” his lips brush against yours, “scared?” he doesn't need you to answer, he can sense your fear— he can taste it, “you should be.” your cunt is milking him dry as your adrenaline spikes, “you got nowhere to run now.”

ran:

you were tipsy, your headband with “birthday girl” written on it almost falling off your head. your friends were with you, cheering you on as you showed off. all eyes were on you, but so far no one had piqued your interest.

you kept dancing when you saw a tall guy with purple hair, looking at you, dancing as well with a few girls desperately trying to catch his attention. you giggled at the scene, which grabbed his attention. he made his way towards you, and started to dance with you. you naturally followed his lead, pressing your body against his, hips touching as he put his hand on your lower back. you were so close to him you could inhale his expensive cologne and feel how hot his body was, the first few buttons of his white shirt unbuttoned to let his tattoo make an appearance. his face was perfect and you couldn’t help but stare at his lips, suddenly hungry to get a taste. he leaned down and pressed those lips of his against yours, your arms moving to wrap around his neck. your tongues and bodies were dancing with each other, his hands becoming more and more grabby as you let small moans out covered by the music. out of breath, he pulled off you and pressed a kiss against your ear.

“wanna go somewhere more private, birthday girl?”

and without saying a word, you nodded enthusiastically, leaving your friends behind as they laughed and made crude comments to embarrass you.

rindou:

your friends and you were at the club, dancing and drinking your feelings away. you had been dancing for what felt like hours, but loved the feeling of losing yourself to the music. the songs playing were good, compared to the other clubs you’d gone to, and you didn’t feel like leaving anytime soon.

your body moved to the rhythm of the music and the crowd as you started to feel hot. you looked up in the air and accidentally made eye contact with a guy with a purple mullet, standing in the vip room above the dance floor. the guy was freaking hot and it was like neither of you wanted to break eye contact. you decided to show off your dancing a little bit, still staring at him as he smirked at you. you saw him point you out to a guy with short purple hair and mouth something to him, and before you knew it, that same guy was tapping your shoulder, asking you to come with him. you left your friends without an explanation and followed him and were met with those same piercing lilac eyes again, but this time he was in front of you.

“thanks ran for bringing her here. well then, mind showing me that little dancing of yours again? or would you rather get a drink?”

sanzu:

“come on, (your name), just another hour and then i promise we’ll go home” your friend, already too drunk to stand straight, told you with pleading eyes.

you sighed “okay, an hour and not one more! and stop drinking, get some water instead.”

your back against the restroom’s door, you waited for your friend to freshen up a bit. it was her idea to come to this new club, and you hadn’t had the heart to refuse. your friend had had one of the toughest weeks of her life and clearly needed to let loose. as the typical mom friend, you also had came to make sure she wouldn’t do anything stupid or go home with a total stranger.

your friend, now all ready to go back to the main room, grabbed your hand and dragged you to the dance floor. you two bumped into a few people, as you apologized on her behalf, to make it to the center of the dance floor. there you two danced, chasing creeps away whenever they would get too close. none of the men in this club were worthy of your attention, until you locked eyes with a pink haired man, sat in the vip section of the club. even from afar, you thought he was breathtaking - his piercing blue eyes, and the scars adorning the corners of his mouth. he was looking back at you, manspreading on the expensive looking sofa, a cheeky smile on his face. you’d never seen someone like him before and you were intrigued, but you couldn’t leave your friend alone. however, she was not dumb and giggled at your love struck expression. she took your hand again and guided you to the vip section, and before you knew it, you were in front of the pink haired guy, your friend chatting to the other men sat at the table.

“hello there sweetheart, you’re even prettier up close ♡.”

takeomi:

you were in a new city, had no friends, and your boyfriend had just dumped you. so what did you come up with to cope with your situation? going to the club. by yourself. safe to say you quickly regretted the decision: it’s not like you were the outgoing type - so here you were, sat by the bar drinking the least expensive drink of the menu, with only company yourself and the barman who’d occasionally talk to you when he wasn’t busy with other customers.

you were lost in your thoughts when you noticed you had already finished your drink. at that point, you contemplated leaving instead of getting another one, but before you were able to move, you felt someone sit next to you.

“hey, can i get a whiskey and a refill for the lady next to me?”

you turned your head to meet eyes with a tall, good looking man. he had a scar on his face, and smelled like a mix of manly perfume and cigarettes. usually you’d find it repulsive, but it was actually hot. bonus point for you, he looked clearly older than you and it was totally your type.

“i hope you don’t mind, you seemed lonely here. friends bailed on you?”

“more like life bailed on me,” you joked. “and thanks for the drink, i think i need another one.”

he let out a genuine laugh, and you felt your face getting hot from embarrassment.

“then, i hope i can help you change your mind. my name’s takeomi by the way.”

“(your name)”

“a name as beautiful as the one who wears it”

kakucho:

this club was huge. and of course you would lose your friends in the crowd. it was still a little early so you decided to look for them later, wanting to dance more with those girls you had sympathized with in the bathroom. you were dancing, bodies hot against you as the club was full, swaying your hips left and right to the rhythm of the song playing, and genuinely having fun on the dance floor.

while dancing, you felt observed and turned around towards the source of your discomfort, finding the guy who had followed you to the bathroom earlier staring at your soul. shivers went down your spine, but your new girl friends shielded you from him, and you didn’t think he’d go as far as doing anything to you in public. you saw him leave so you relaxed and let loose again, but a few minutes later, you felt hands pulling you away and screamed in surprise and horror. before you could defend yourself, those hands were snatched from your body, and you heard screams in the crowd. in front of you now stood a man with a scar on his face, beating up the guy who had harassed you earlier.

“fucking creeps don’t belong in my club, get the fuck out of here before i kill you.” he shouted at your harasser.

the guy, visibly afraid, ran away and now you were face to face to the other one who had saved you.

“you’re alright? i’m sorry about what happened, i saw him bothering you and just couldn’t stand there.”

you could barely let a word out, too mesmerized by him. he was so handsome you heart was pounding like crazy. despite the scar and his imposing and chiseled body, his eyes were soft and inviting.

“come on,” he resumed, noticing how you froze in place, “let’s go sit down, you must be a little shocked.” he opened his palm toward you. “name’s kakucho by the way, and you?”

“my name’s (your name)” you replied without missing a beat this time, taking his hand in yours as he gave you the sweetest and most reassuring smile you’d ever seen.

mikey:

crap. you were lost on your first day at work. well was it really your fault if it was so dark in that club? you’d recently been hired as a dancer, and your job simply consisted in dancing on those elevated platforms in the middle of the dance floor. you were wearing a very revealing black outfit, and had wanted to go to the bathroom before the start of your shift, but now you’d been walking for 15 minutes and were completely lost. what was even more bizarre was that you’d came across only a few people, but they had all been too busy to help you find your way. you sighed, hoping you wouldn’t get fired for such a dumb mistake, when you noticed a door opened, voices coming out of the room.

you ran towards it, your heels starting to hurt, and knocked hesitantly on the door.

“hm, hello?”

as soon as your voice echoed in the room, two men turned around. one of them had long blond hair, and the other one had short blond hair with an undercut. you remembered him, he was at your audition and had literally devoured you with his eyes. you knew he was an important man here.

“(your name), why are you here?”

you choked as he mentioned your name. sure, you had introduced yourself to him at the audition but you didn’t think he’d even remember you.

“oh… erm i’m sorry i got lost”

“i see. koko, accompany miss (your name) to the main stage.”

you don’t know who was more shocked, you or this koko guy.

“but mikey, we need to discu-“

“are you disobeying my orders now?”

koko sighed, denying the statement. “no, sorry. we can talk about it later.”

and without saying another word, koko guided you to the exit as you whispered a quiet thank you towards mikey. you started your shift on time, and couldn’t help but notice mikey’s eyes fixated on you from the vip section, where he had come down to drink with other people. you’d felt butterflies in your stomach the entire time, and something in your gut was telling you that this was only the beginning of something with mikey.

koko:

“look,” your friend shouted to you over the music, “it’s the guys i was talking to you about.”

you turned around to see 8 men sat in the vip section with bottles of expensive alcohol on the table, all dressed in suits and chatting excitedly to each other.

your friend was something like a gold digger. well, in reality she just wanted free drinks, but you liked giving her this nickname. those guys were from a gang or something, she had told you, and they were filthy rich. owned a few clubs in the area, including this one, and lived in penthouses in the richest areas of tokyo. her objective was to get their attention, and she’d chosen you to help with the job. as the only other single person in your friend group, you didn’t have much of a choice.

“come on, let’s give them a little show,” she winked at you, grabbing your hips to press your bodies together.

you let yourself go. together you danced, glancing at the vip section to see if the men were looking. honestly the scene looked hot, two beautiful women swaying their bodies together. you peeped at the group of men again, and saw them staring at you and your friend, talking to each other while scanning your bodies up and down. you felt a little exposed but it made you more confident than ever. one guy especially had caught your eye: he had long blond hair and looked absolutely ethereal. he exuded class, something you’d always loved about men.

you were interrupted when you felt one of the bodyguards of the club tapping your shoulder. your friend let out a quiet “bingo!” as the bodyguard explained that the boss wanted you up there with them. innocently, you joined the group of them as they welcomed you with open arms (quite literally). the guy with long blond haired was still looking at you and patted quietly the seat next to him.

“come here pretty one, i want to know more about you.”

doesn’t even let you leave the house

you bought this one sundress years ago and forgot about it. it is particularly hot today and you’re looking for a cute outfit for your sunday brunch appointment with your best friends. you find the dress at the back of a drawer and decide to put it on. it’s shorter than you remember, but still fits you so you pay it no mind and go downstairs to get your bag.

your boyfriend’s sitting on the couch, lazily watching tv. as you pass in front of him, the piece of clothing you’re wearing instantly catch his attention. the way it’s hugging your body perfectly, and so thin he can see the outlines of the lacy thong you’re wearing underneath. there’s no way he’s letting you go out like this — not because he’s jealous, he’s simply horny as fuck. before you have the time to put your shoes on, he carries you to the kitchen, sitting you on the counter top.

and after making sure you’re okay with it, he lifts your dress to play with your pussy, getting wetter by the second. he’s not a patient man and dives his face between the warmth of your legs, his tongue circling on your clit, hands caressing your thighs. once he’s sure you came at least once on his tongue, he turns you around to hit it from the back, your dress still on and pulled halfway down your waist. he grabs on the fabric to thrust into you harder and faster as the cries coming out of your mouth beg him to do. a few thrusts later, he’s coming in you and giving your lower lips one last kiss before pulling your underwear back up. he makes you promise to keep all of his seed in the entire day.

spoiler alert: you’re back home within seconds because it started dripping down your legs and you needed to change. you’re now a good half an hour late to your appointment, and when your friends see the dress you’re wearing, they understand why.

“are you really wearing that for brunch? you’re gonna have to tell your friends you’ll be 15 minutes late baby.”

-> draken, mikey, koko, chifuyu, nahoya, shin

buys you sundresses for that reason

he buys you sundresses for the sole purpose to fuck you in them. when he asked you if you could go shopping with him, you innocently thought he just wanted to spend time together. you don’t even notice nor question the way he only buys you dresses — after all, the weather is getting hotter so it is appropriate.

the first time he fucks you in a sundress is when you’re back home from your shopping spree and he asks you to try on your new clothes and give him a little show. you’re bent in two on the couch, one of his hand holding your hair while the other one has a strong grip on your hip, his own hips snapping into your core at the pace of lightning.

the second time you do it with a sundress on, is at a party with his friends. he tells you to wear that one specific dress, claiming it matches with his clothes. again, you think nothing of it. you don’t see the way the other men ogle at your body, wondering how your boyfriend bagged such a hottie. that day, he drags you to the nearest restroom when everybody’s too busy to notice your disappearance and makes you come twice.

the third time you get your guts rearranged in a pretty dress, you initiate it. well, you aren’t blind — you know dresses make him go wild. you purposely bought one a size too small, so that it sticks to you like a second skin. you welcome him in your shared bedroom after he’s done at work, and his brain short circuits. long story short, he came on your dress twice and you’re not sure if the stains will go away.

“you know what i like don’t you? go get dressed my love, we’re gonna have fun.”

-> ran, sanzu, mitsuya, izana, hanma, shion

tries to control himself but fails

oh that poor man. he really tries to ignore his boner, the sundress showing a little too much for his own well-being, his heartbeat going quicker every time he glances at you. it’s like he’s back to being a shy teenager and does not know how to deal with girls. you notice the way he reacts and playfully tease him, bending over to pick up your wallet that you accidentally dropped, flashing your white underwear that shows the outline of your pussy, already getting wet.

but that game of yours does not last long, as soon as you two get into the car to drive to the restaurant you booked for the night, he pulls up in an empty parking lot and latches all his desire onto you.

he lets you ride him on the driver seat, dress halfway down your torso. he’s got one of your tits in his mouth, tongue dancing around your hardened nipple, while his hand toys with the other. he’s got another hand on your ass, grabbing it through the flimsy material of your dress, helping you bounce on his cock. when you’re both about to come, he backs away, admiring your body and praising you for taking such good care of him. he picks up the pace, feeling your legs about to give up, and he’s coming between your ass cheeks a couple seconds later.

let’s just say the restaurant is now long forgotten, but it’s not like he minds when he’s got something way tastier to eat in front of him. and good thing for you, he’s insatiable.

“fuck you look so good and feel so good, how did i end up being so lucky?”

-> kakucho, inui, rindou, takemichi, hakkai, souya

doesn’t react (at least in public)

you’re wearing that dress to a barbecue/dinner with him and his friends. you decided to meet at his friend’s house directly since he wouldn’t have the time to pick you up from your house after work. so he had no idea you planned on wearing that dress.

you often wear sundresses but it’s your first time wearing that new one. you bought it a month ago and didn’t find the occasion yet to wear it so here you are, walking up to your boyfriend as he’s chatting to a couple of guys, a drink in his hand. when you make your presence known, he simply greets you with a kiss and introduces you to the guys he’s talking to. nothing shows that he’s absolutely losing his mind, trying not to fuck you in front of everyone. he’s glaring at anyone who even tries to take a glance at your body, but other than that he just behaves like the gentleman that he is.

it’s only when you’re finally home that he lets out the beast within him. you’re in the entryway when he kisses you passionately, his hands roaming through your body, grabbing you everywhere he can. he’s guiding you to the couch, still kissing and feeling you up and when you arrive at destination, he literally tears your dress in half, cursing at the piece of fabric, claiming that he hates it. of course, he doesn’t actually loathe it, he just doesn’t like the way it makes him and others feel. now you’re on your knees, as he bullies your mouth with his thick and long cock. you’re playing with his balls and looking up to him with those same innocent eyes you showed him when you came with your newly bought dress. that’s only then that he understands that it was intentional, and lucky for you the plan was successful. he doesn’t let you rest until he’s emptied his balls completely.

the next day he orders ten new dresses for you online, giving in his new obsession.

“aren’t you proud of yourself? making me lose all composure because of a stupid piece of fabric?”

-> taiju, takeomi, south, benkei, wakasa, naoto

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This is incredibly risky, not only is he fucking where anyone could see - but the bastard is slipping his cock between your wet thighs instead of fucking you. Nipping at your exposed neck, slobbering against the skin as he mutters for you to shut up.

Your skirt is hiked down enough for him to slip between and rut against you, bare ass on display as your bitch of a boyfriend teases you to tears. The slope of your back arched into his hands as Liyue harbor’s breeze drifts across your bare skin.

Anyone could see if they stumbled a bit to far into the shaded, cut-off back alley - they’d see the way your hands are splayed on the brick as you clench your legs together. The man behind you gripping your hips as he ruts his sloppy dripping cock between your plushy thighs. His head pressing against your shoulder blade as he drools across your back.

“Tartaglia-“ you start, the distant whine crawling up your throat as you feel the denial and the emptiness pulse in your throbbing cunt. Your clit aching and throbbing as his hot red tip catches each drag. He won’t let you cum, pushing you on the precipice of release and dragging his hips back when you get too close.

“Shut up.” He groans, a gloved hand pressing your face against the hard brick behind you. He’s sure your cheek is getting scratched against the rock but you don’t seem to mind all that much. Mewls slipping from your shiny kissed-bruised lips, hips trying to meet his thrusts and catch his cock inside your folds.

“So damn loud, do you want to get caught?” You moan, feeling the sloppy cherry tip swipe along your drippy puffy clit. Your ass pressed against his pelvis as the man slips in and out between your soft inner thighs, wet schlicking of the sticky mess echoes around the alleyway.

It bleeds into the air of faint nighttime chatter, the smell of grilled tiger fish and lily flower perfume sitting heavy in the air.

His belt buckle presses into the fat of your ass, printing pretty star shape crescents into the flesh. “Fuck- m’so close, so fucking close. Gonna paint your cunt, leave you with cum runnin’ down your thighs.”

You simper, biting the flesh of your lip as you wiggle your ass against him, hoping it might be enough. He’s just a few inches from slipping inside and pounding you to oblivion, and you’re running out of time.

Any moment now a Fauti member could meander past, needing his help. Or a drunk bastard could stumble in and witness you getting thigh-fucked by the harbinger.

“Please, fuck- Tartaglia please,” you’ve got crystalline tears pooling on your lashline, beading down your cheeks as you beg for reprieve. Squeezing your thighs together as tight as you can, pocketing his wet cock.

He brushes across your clit each time, throbbing against it. Silken slit running across the engorged tissue like a sticky kiss, it’s cruel. You feel a tickle behind your neck from his hair and he’s reaching around to slip a hand down to pinch and pull your puffy bud.

“Goin’ stupid from just the tip?” He snarks, lip curled around his teeth as he flashes his gums. His glove is drenched from rolling your clit between his fingers, the fabric soaked and making you tremble. Loosening your hold on his cock that ruts between your legs.

“Tighten up,” he bites, ignoring how you whine that it’s too much when he pets your folds, “close your fucking legs or I’m letting everyone in this city know how much of a whore you are.”

You can’t help the moan that bubbles in your throat, tears spilling over and pouring down your cheeks. Your cheek burns from the brick, face smushed against the wall for so long. You clench your muscles, making a tight sleeve for Childe to fuck himself between. The slick that leaks from your pussy and precum that beads down his slit are perfect for making it easy.

You scratch at the wall, nails dragging down the brick as you thrust yourself down onto him, eyes rolling into the back of your skull at the way your clit pulses and your cunt throbs. “Cumming- shit, I’m cumming-!”

Childe doesn’t stop rubbing circles over your twitchy bud, groaning when you squeal and squirt over his rabbiting length. Hissing as he pushes your face harder into the wall, using his other hand to haul your hip up and watch your ruined cunt as he spills all over it. Milky white making webby strings across your dewy skin, pussy fluttering around nothing.

“There you go, look so good like this.” He mumbles, hands keeping your hips steady as you pant into the air. Dragging a soaked gloved digit up your creamy folds, smiling at how you jump in his hold.

Childe is quickly working your skirt back on and turning you around. He kisses you sloppily before trying to usher you back into you the crowded street but you tug his sleeve.

“What about,” you trail off with a bashful look on your face, ironically. And Childe is sneering down at you,

“What is it sweetheart?”

You squirm, “my panties, you- I have” you squeak all mousey. Childe grins, smoothing out your skirt and cupping your flushed face.

“What? You have you my cum dripping down your legs, is that it?” He coos at you, making mocking baby noises as you push at his impossibly hard chest.

“Shut up, you did this,” you upturn your nose to him, moving to walk out of the alley and the ginger snatches your face in his palm. Catching your cheeks and pushing them outward in a pouty fishy face that makes him grin.

“Watch it,” He warns, navy pupils glinting with a new hint of mischief. “Or I won’t be so nice next time.”

You hope so.

✦ GOROU.

poor baby, super confused abt it cause he has precious little knowledge when it comes to kinks n the like. all that's going through his head in the moment is how good you feel spasming around him, so when he suddenly hears ur plea for him to choke you, he just. does not understand why violence? in the middle of such an intimate act?? you end up having to guide his hands to ur throat with ur own, and eventually he gives up trying to figure out why and grips it lightly, making sure he's not putting too much pressure on you. you are the thing most precious to gorou, after all! <3

♡

"haa.. l, like this - ah! - love? it doesn't hurt, d-does it..?"

✦ VENTI.

similar to gorou, venti's hesitant to actually do it at first - although he does understand it perfectly well. but he tries to the best of his ability to do it properly, as all he really wants is for you to feel happy! <33 afterwards, however, a lot of teasing would be in order - venti would absolutely sneak up behind you at the worst of times and just. grab ur neck and scare the living shit out of you. you have to drag him far away from anyone when someone asks about it because he will not hesitate to explain in great detail what happened

♡

"a-ahah.. i never would've guessed my darling enjoys such filthy things! do tell me if it's too hard, 'kay?"

✦ DILUC.

he's somewhat surprised but doesn't really show it, just goes along with it. ALSO this man wears gloves so he gets bonus points for it i love gloves i love people who wear gloves <333 diluc doesn't bother to do it particularly gently, but he does ask you from time to time whether you're still feeling okay, although half the time you can't answer properly while he's still thrusting in and out of you, his tip ever so slightly kissing ur cervix every time he bottoms out,, diluc definitely sets up a physical touch signal directly after in case it ever gets to be too much, he's a sweetheart <3

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"look at me, sweetheart - you're doing so well for me. - are you still feeling good?"

✦ XIAO.

XIAO DOESN'T GET IT AT ALL EITHER except he does it and really, really roughly cause he forgets how humans have frailer bodies than he does. i mean. not that you mind it. xiao's got you pinned to the wall from behind by ur wrists with one hand and the other firmly wrapped around ur throat, squeezing out pretty hitched moans from you. tears are streaming down ur face when he fills you up and releases ur neck, and whether they're from pleasure or pain you don't know!!

"haah, are you really crying right now..? i-isn't this what you asked for?"

✦ CHILDE.

you hardly even need to finish the sentence, he's already placed his hands hard around ur neck, making you squirm and gasp from the sudden pressure. he picks up his pace just then, completely overwhelming you :( childe whispers sweet praises and promises to you as you whimper, pawing at his hands in a feeble, half-hearted attempt to get him to loosen his grip - which he does slightly with a chuckle.