#!noncon

rintarou seemed to be the closest one to you both physically and relationship wise. he always seem the most attentive to your critiques, listening to what you had to saw while keeping close to your body. it wasn’t uncomfortable at all, it seemed so natural.

it also seemed like he was scenting you on accident, his smell always wafting over you and sending you in a relaxed state. it was just so easy to be around him.

but it was a shock when suna’s rut triggers out of nowhere.

it already felt heavy in the gym but it wasn’t too alarming. you work independently in the stock room, looking for equipment as the men all stretch out for the day. the tense aura started to loom over you as you start to grab the handle of the volleyball cart.

strong arms wrap around your middle as a familiar scent wafts over your, making you knees buckle and fall limp in the arms. you felt the alpha tighten his grip to press his chest to your back. his scent was overwhelming making your cunt leak but your voice whimpering out for it to stop.

“why so scared? you never seemed to hate when i scent you, dear omega.” the familiar voice perks up as his tongue laps at the scent gland on the back of your neck. you shiver and turn to face rintarou, dilated pupils staring into your own.

you part your lips to protest but immediately shutting you up when teeth graze over the gland. tears bubble in your eyes as he nips on the sensitive skin.

how has nobody found you yet? is no one worried?

snuggling into his chest as you both napped away your stresses. but little did you know, as you napped away your worries, rintarou’s hands trail all over your bare skin. he feels up as much as he can, sometimes even pushing up your skirt to traces his finger over your panties. or he would keep it same and lightly tickle the smooth skin of your stomach that peaks from under your shirt.

the biggest risk he takes are taking pictures of you, sleeping peacefully against his chest. he always tries his best and goes for pictures up your skirt or getting at least your smooth thighs in frame. anything he could get before he falls asleep with you.

today’s nap was like any other nap, just in a different position. your back was pressed against his broad chest, cheeks squished against his arm as you drooled a bit. he didnt pay much mind though, too sleepy to think about anything happening in the current situation. all he knew was that your ass felt great against his crotch.

every little movement you made got his cock stiffening up little by little. he grunts quietly, too lazy to get up and too hazy to realize that you weren’t just his pillow. he slowly grinds against you plush ass, a small damp spot forming where the tip of cock was under his sweats.

you wake up from the constant jerking from rintarou, making you whine. you whipe your moth from drool, wincing when you feel his hard grip on your hip. it took a bit too shake from your hazy state of mind - only to realize what was happening. you glance back to see suna’s face scrunched up, little huff passing his soft lips with each little thrust. you stare up at him in awe - he was just so pretty up close like this.

you bite your lip to glance down at his hips, blushing at the sight of his buldge grinding up against you. subconsciously, you push back against him to pull a low groan from suna.

his eyes shoot open at how loud he was, making direct eye contact with you. rintarou stutters out apologies as his tries to slip out of his spot. you were quick enough to push him back down, throwing your leg over his hip to straddle him. you sit yourself comfortable on top of his cock, watching the blush trail up his neck and to his cheeks. you couldnt help but to blush, too - feeling the confidence fleeing your body once you make eye contact once again.

He holds the smoke in his mouth and leans down to kiss you, passing the heavy smoke to you as he pulls you onto his lap. When you start to feel like you were losing your breath, you try to pull away, but Issei keeps you close. Your weak punches to his shoulders do nothing as he keeps your head close with one hand. The other hand grip your hip, pushing you down to feel his growing cock. Your mind got fuzzy at the feeling of his cock pressed against you as well of the loss of breath. Issei pulls away from your lips, noticing the bright pink adorned on your cheeks as well as the single tear streaming down your face.

“Poor, kitten,” Issei chuckles and gently pat your cheek, “did I take your breath away.” Brushing your hair from your face he leans in to kiss your nose. “C’mon, gotta share that pretty mouth of yours.” The taller man picks you up as if you were nothing and places you on Suna’s lap. You part your lips obediently, keeping your hands on his bare shoulders and occasionally toying with the gold chain. 

“Such a good girl, aren’t you,” he laughs a bit at your eager nod, taking the last drag from the joint and putting it out. He leans in and passes you the last hit, holding your hips to stop you squirming on his lap. Your hands run down his bare chest, trading spit with him as he helps you grind down on him. He starts to tug down your cute booty shorts along with panties. You hand try to push his hands away but he continues anyways, getting your under half naked. Fingers start to trace your sopping slit and teases your clit, his mocking coo echoes in your ears, “already so wet, baby?”

Whining, you look towards Matsukawa for help, but you can see he’s just turned on as Suna. Your body shivers at the feeling of Rintarou’s mouth latching on your neck, sliding two fingers into your hole. “Do you trust us, baby,” his breath tickles your neck, causing you to giggle a little, finally nodding. You grind down on his working fingers, treading your finger into Rin’s thick hair. 

“Lucky kitty was able to get the last hit,” Issei grabs your jaw and you open your mouth for him as if it’s a natural reaction. Smirking down at you, he starts to purse his lips as he lets the spit drip from his mouth into your mouth. Before you swallow, you stick your tongue out for him to see the tiny pool of liquid. As you swallow, Rintarou bends his fingers, making you choke a little on the liquid. He pulls his fingers out of your sticky hole and smacks your thigh. Issei takes off his shorts and Rintarou passes you to the older man, sitting you down on his lap. Suna gets up, mumbling something to Issei which you didn’t pick up.

“Let’s fill you up, shall we?” He lays you on the couch, sitting in between your legs. His cock rests on top of our stomach and you shiver at seeing the sheer size of it. “I-I don’t think it’ll fit, Issei,” you stumble on your words, looking at where it rests. Mattsun frowns at you, leaning over a bit to cuff your cheek. “You won’t be a good girl for me then? I can always find someone else.”

Your eyes widen at his word and you shake your head, tears threatening to spill. “No! I’ll be good, I’ll take it,” you whine and bite your lip to hold back the tears. His smile comes back and mumbles something along the lines of “good girl.” Teasing the tip at your hole causes you to arch your back as the simple touch. You’re already heaving, the smoke in the air has died down but your head still feels like clouds. As he pushes past the rings of soft muscle, he moans at the feeling of no resistance and only suctioning coaxing him in. your gentle slaps on his arms, trying to tell him to slow down gets you nowhere as he aims to bottom out in one stroke.

After bottoming out, he holds still to look down at you and watch how you’re holding up. Tears are streaming down your raw cheeks, chest heaving as you’re trying to catch your breath. His calloused hands run up and down your sides as if he’s telling you to calm down. His hand rests on the lower part of you abdomend and presses down. Streams of please leaves your lips, not knowing exactly what you’re begging for. You felt too full, not being able to bat his arm away and all you can do is cry and beg.

He starts at a punishing pace, moaning at how loose and compliant you are, too weak to fight back anyways. “Such a slutty hole. Just what it needs, a thick cock to fill you up and pump cum in you?” He laughs mockingly at you as you could only nod, chanting his name out like a prayer. He doesn’t even have to find the right angles to have you creaming all over his cock, every stroke forcing a scream out of your lips. You were already so drained, your foggy mind can’t comprehend the hand going back to grab your jaw, opening your mouth again on instinct. Your tongue lolls out as moans continue to be fucked out of you. Spit dribbles slowly from his mouth to yours, letting you savor the taste of Issei.

Issei moans as he watches you swallow, burying himself balls deep into you and spurts of cum fills you up. You cream once more as he cums, whining at the feeling of being filled. He coos at your teary eyes and your heaving chest, pulling out to see cum dripping out. “Now be a good girl and let Rintarou use you,” Mattsun gets up and Suna comes to sit on the couch, pulling you on his lap having your back against his chest. He slides you down on his cock, pulling a strained whine out of your throat. You peak your eyes open lazily as his cock keeps sliding is, feeling just as big as Issei. When he bottoms out he holds your hips and tilts your head to look at Mattsun who held a phone, recording the both of you.

You gasp as you try to turn your head and cover your face. “No no, princess, look at the camera, show how much of a good girl you are,” Suna keeps your face turned to the camera, smirking because he has been recording you and Mattsun earlier. His cock is resting deep in you, his free hand rubbing your clit aggressively. You squirm on his lap and moans loud as Rin’s hand moves from your jaw to your throat. “Do you think I can get her to squirt?” Suna smirks at Issei and the camera as the other man laughs and tells him to do so. The fingers don’t let up and his other hand tightens around your throat. You weakly grind your hips on his cock and fingers, spraying juices all over the surface in front of you and you scream at the intense sensation washing over you. They both laugh and Issei brings the camera closer to your stuffed cunt.

Rin started bouncing you on his cock, using you as a toy as you stay limp in his hands. The camera moves up to record your face and Mattsun pats your cheek, cooing, “So pretty, honey. Only we can make you feel like this, right?” Your nod is weak and your eyes are glazed over, small whimpers are fucked out of you. As pretty as you are on the phone quality camera, you look even more sweeter in person. Issei pokes his thumb in your mouth and you suck greedily, eyes rolling back as Rintarou pumps you full. “Look at this cumwhore, all she needs is to be stuffed with two loads and she’s pleased,” Rintarou laughs in your ear as embarrassment flushes over you, “Say bye to the camera, sweetie.” 

it doesn’t take much effort though to pin you against the wall, slipping your flowy silk pajama shorts to the side to prod his fingers in your drooling cunt. after a little bit of pleading no and slapping his chest, you go pliant against the wall as his rough fingers slip in and out of your drooling cunt.

“why didn’t you say yes in the first place? youre drooling, of course you want my cock. be a good girl and make me feel good.” he orders, but even if you do go against him, it wasn’t like you were able to stop him. slipping his sweatpants and boxers down, his hard cock slaps against his right thigh; too heavy to hold up its own weight.

you whine as he lifts you up, hooking his arms under your knee. you cling on out of instinct, wincing when he pushes his tip in.

“g-gao please, no! not now!” you sob and weakly slapping his broad shoulders. he says nothing, only pulling you closer and pushing his cock deeper. you cry into his neck, spit and tears soaking his shirt. with each sniffle, you smell the heavy scent of sweat from his workout.

once he has you fully stuffed with his dick, he glances at your puffy face. gao coos as you cross your eyes when his tip kisses your cervix. pulling you off from the wall, he starts bouncing you on his cock. your moans were nothing more but stuttery babbles and silent screams. you clamp down around him, already forming a white translucent ring around the base of his length.

“sh-shoo mush.” you whine, stumbling on your slurred words as shinsuke rails into your limp body. he chuckles softly when your hands try to reach behind you to push him away. shin swats your hands away to keep his steady pace into your cunny.

“its not. youre alright, little girl.” he coos softly and rubs the soft skin of your sides, pressing down on the small of your back so you arch more for him. he pounds into your cunny which was dripping of slick and cum. your cervix getting soft kisses from his tip with every deep thrust he made.

his thrusts got harder as your pussy started to clamp down tighter around him, milking out pretty squeals out of your mouth. a white, translucent ring appears arround the base of his cock, becoming more noticible with every thrust. your ass felt bruised and raw from each time his hip impacted against your skin as well as the occasional hard spanks given to you by shinsuke.

“n-no mo’!” you sob as you try to reach back, only to get your wrists pinned to the small of your back. you groan as your eyes roll back, twitching underneath the white haired man. his other hand pushes your face into the pillow, making the oxygen flow go short. your head goes light as your eyes roll back and your orgasm hitting you once more like a train.

he groans as he spills his seed into your once more, making sure he milks himself empty into your cunt. you tremble under him, gasping for air when he releases your head from the pillow.

“i was told to bring this for you,” he frowns and looks around, “is no one else home? you shouldnt be up on your own when youre sick.”

you smile shyly and let him in, telling him your parents arent home as you try and stumble back to your room. you feel one of his arms wrap around your waist to support you, following your lead into your room. the simple feeling of his support caused butterflies to errupt in your stomach, feeling glad youre red from being sick so the flush from kita wasnt showing.

he helps you in bed as he opens the water bottle for you along with handing you the correct dosage of medicine. once all that was taken care of, you rested in bed as he explains the assignments, slowly dozing off to his calming voice. shinsuke looks up from the papers and sees you sleeping so peacefully.

he wasnt able to take a good look at you at first when you opened the door. you wore such a thin, silk pj set which pretty much covered nothing in his eyes. of course this is his invitation to touch, correct?

a rough hand carresses the apples of your cheeks, trailing down your neck, and to your breast. he palms them gently, making sure not to wake you up, only drawing out little disturb whimpers in your sleep. were you really getting turn on in your sleep from him touching you? what a slut, your nipples were already perking through the silk.

he trailing down to your exposed stomach, teasing the elastic hem of your shorts. though he does stop there, waiting for another time to continue. he gets up from where he sat on the floor in front of your bed to go to you closet.

he opens the drawers, smiling a bit when he sees all the panties you had ranging from lacy and frilly to simple and silky. he takes the nicest pink ones, stuffing the couple pairs in his jacket pocket befor setting everything to look untouched. he goes back to your bed to lean down and kiss your forehead before he leaves.