𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘's eyes slowly fall on the spot where your hand just touched his, a little and almost unnoticeable smile is spreading on his face. he’s going to think about it for months.

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 almost stops what he’s currently doing but manages to keep a straight face. he says nothing and quietly keeps doing his task, eyes gazing back at you without really wanting to, and smiling when he sees you quickly looking away from him.

𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 immediately raises his eyes to look at you with a small smile. “sorry…” he quietly apologizes when in reality he’s trying to contain his smile and his suddenly happy tone. despite his efforts, the glint of excitement in his eyes can’t be missed.

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔 looks at your face right after his hand brushed yours, his cheeks growing in a cute shade of pink while embarrassment can be read on your face too. the worse is, you both say nothing, you just keep staring at each other until one of you finally breaks eye contact.

𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 blushes the SECOND his hand touches yours. he almost let out a gasp, anxiously looking at your face to see your reaction. once he sees that you’re flustered too he literally runs away, pretending that chifuyu is calling him.

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 isn't subtle about it. his eyes shoot wide open and he withdraws his hand the second yours touches his. “SORRY.” he didn't mean to shout, but he felt electricity running over his arm and he panicked.

𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 plays it cool, he doesn't remove his hand and even lean into your touch a little, smiling at you when he hears you say sorry.

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘.exe has stopped working. he freezes, a blush spreading quickly over his whole face. his skin feels hot from where you touched him, he wants more. poor boy is touch starved.

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 grins while looking at you. “you know if you want to touch me you can just ask baby.” this little shit was waiting for this.

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈 immediately gets into a truck and runs over you <3

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he loves hearing you sing, especially after he woke up from a nap and heard you serenading him because you couldn't sleep

while he does ask you about it and realize you're really shy about your singing voice, he doesn't pester you too much, but he does make it clear he loves your voice!

souya knows his face can be rather intimidating, but he tries to soften his voice and make sure you're not feeling scared when communicating your feelings to him.

souya's a great listener! he'll sit you down on his lap and have you talk out all your feelings while the two of you have a nice, long cuddle session. if you get a little too sad and start crying, he'll kiss your tears away and comfort you as much as he can because he doesn't want his princess to cry :(

but he doesn't stop you from crying because he understands it just needs to happen sometimes. he'll make you any comfort food you want to make you feel better, but i don't think he'll be the one to tell you to not cry

on a happier note, souya would never want to miss a chance to hear you sing! you could send him a short voice memo of you singing if you're feeling brave, or humming a small tune from a movie, he won't miss it for the world.

def heard you sing your heart out in the shower and when you're drying your hair because the noise cancels your singing out a little bit.

you always blush and avoid him a little because you're so shy about it, but all souya's doing is sitting there with sparkly eyes singing you praises.

wants you to be proud of your talent, but understands that it takes time.

likes it when you whistle a cute tune at the little birds on the side of the street because it looks like a scene from the old disney movies he watched with nahoya as a kid.

wanted to get you a pet bird so you can have a little singing buddy when the two of you moved in together into a cute little apartment.

hates it when you're sick for a few reasons:

one, you're miserable and ill, just not feeling well in general

two, he can't kiss you or spend too much time cuddling you even when he's tired and wants all the love and affection you can give

three, he can't hear you sing at all!

you're so sick you can't sing, and the thought makes him a little mopey.

of course, there are plenty of other reasons he loves you, but your singing is something that actually prevents him from crying and possibly trying to murder someone.

it calms him down when he's upset or sad, so he gets a little upset and worried his crying tantrum thing is going to act up while you're sick.

thankfully, with his expertise in cooking, you're better in no time!

there's no way souya wouldn't know the best recipes for getting better from being sick, especially since you mean so much to him!

feeds you all the healthy soups and porridges he knows, makes you tea and keeps you hydrated on the constant. homemade fruit smoothies and juices are a thing, and he'll be serving them 10/10

his love language is physical touch and food, no one can tell me otherwise.

from where he buried his face in, his ears capture the sound of the door opening and your sweet voice beckoning his attention, “mr. haitani?”

at the mention of his name, he silently praises you for not allowing him to reach the point of counting the minutes until dismissal and that would've been quite.. a long time. raising his head from his folded arms, he welcomely smiles at you when he notes the coffee and assumes his usual muffin in a paper bag that hangs by the thread of your fingers and your other hand carries envelopes—splitting between each finger by sections.

“black coffee and chocolate muffin.” you voice, catching his gaze before narrowing it down at the corner of his desk where you settle the mail. “sorted between work relations and bills.”

he frowns. not exactly at you per say.. but the reminder of work and as much as he appreciates your appearance, he’s not so appreciative of the remaining that he has to tend to.

ran reaches for the mail, pulling his hand when he notices you taking a set of envelopes and by the addresses, he assumes were bills ( since you have a hold of his credit card information. ) and it was your usual burden. now realizing it, you were practically on the same cycle; his coffee, his mail and.. email, scheduling but never a conversation.

he can’t help but wonder, what kind of person you were? he has nothing to do or at least.. not right now and he’s curious.

as you were already reviewing one of the payments required, on your way towards the door but your boss’ voice makes you pause in your tracks. there’s uncertainty in your movements but nonetheless, you turn to meet him awaiting for his message. your hesitation only falters when you note the amusement in his voice, “i have a request and you.. as my assistant, must assist. correct?”

the corner of his mouth raises when your posture wavers, “that would be correct, mr. haitani.”

ran groans internally by the way you voice his name but he refrains from anything inappropriate—not entirely for your sake but for his, in order to keep you around.

and he really.. really wants to keep you around.

his palms flatten on his desk, pushing himself onto his feet and he circles around his desk to pull a chair. he motions towards the new position seat and requests. “how about you work with me today?.”

admiring his choice of asking rather than demanding you into the act, you couldn’t help but agree out of appreciation and besides.. it didn’t hurt that you understood the undertones of his request and you were quite interested in his motives. “i don’t see why not,” he beams as you point towards the door, “let me retrieve my bag.”

exiting the room, ran couldn’t help but picture further work days with you across from him.

he’s embarrassed.

pretty much ashamed that he, a grown man, didn’t know how to use a printer. he’s been in the company for years now but he wasn’t in position to be doing office work, mainly on the field but the head of bonten happened to need him on some papers and god.. he’s been hovering over the machine for 30 minutes now.

he needs help, that he can admit but not from just anyone, no—he needs someone who can keep a secret.

sorting through the file cabinet, engrossed between names that you were searching for but it abruptly pulls you into a halt when the sound of the door opens and closes. with reluctance, kakucho murmurs. “do you have a moment?”

your gaze flickers between files in your hands and the floor that you sheepishly raise—allowing him to take note that you were in the middle of something. “um,.. depends on the task, exactly?” without much said, he motions you to follow him and as your boss.. you didn’t have much choice.

following him, you reach the copying room and you come to some immediate ideas of what he needed your assistance for.

inching closer to where he stood, averting your eyes to the same printer that he seemingly dismisses with his back turned towards it. although he was bonten’s number 3, considered quite.. high position within the organization and incredibly intimidating, you found it somewhat cute that he’s gotten so fussed over a printer.

strong men have their weaknesses, after all and kakucho found his.

“is this what you needed my help for, hitto?” meeting your gaze from the corner of his eyes, he notes the tease in your voice.

“can you just help me?” his shoulders slump with defeat.

with an expression of distress written across his features, you had to bite back the laugh and assist him. it was an ordinary task ( at least for you. ); setting the sheets and dialing the amount needed before gesturing him towards a single button. “now press print.”

you dismiss his critical glance before insisting, “just one button.”

it was a simple order. he’s murdered and stolen but for some reason.. this was much more difficult. kakucho tenses up when he feels you take his hand, it was sudden but he appreciates the warmth and the lack of blemishes. you apologize in a short quip and still, you don’t release him until directing his hand towards the button.

it feels silly and maybe he’s reading into it but he finds himself comforted for some reason. without spending too much on dwelling, he pushes the button and retracts to watch the ringing lights trace up and down—signaling that the printing has begun.

he frowns as he watches the machine work, almost as if he were questioning why he couldn’t figure it out but his thoughts stop when you inquire and by the looks of it, you seemed conflicted? “why didn’t you ask me to make you some copies?”

“i couldn’t. i’ve given you too much work already and—” you cut his sentence short, having him hear you out and watch you pull out the copies from the tray. “maybe.. but i’m also your assistant and i happen to like working with you.”

it was simple and once again, it felt silly but he could've sworn that there was a set of butterflies erupting in his stomach.

if confrontation was souya’s best attribute, you would’ve been fired or at least lectured into becoming a better employee but.. it’s not.

he’s gotten quite accustomed to where you lacked and progressed—forgetting or switching up orders from the customers, dozing off when it gets too hot ( which he doesn’t blame you, he too gets lightheaded when it comes to that point. ) but you were cute and had the enthusiasm that the shop needs!

or at least that’s his excuse for keeping you around.

souya exhales an exhausted sigh, noting the small cloud that signified how cold it was during the night time. it was closing hours, at least.. for customers since he was cleaning up the front of the shop and collecting signs to reuse tomorrow.

the sound of the door catches his attention and he watches his brother stretch his arms above his head as he exits. as if his twin can sense his staring ( and he wouldn’t necessarily doubt this. ), he beams brightly. “leaving early, got a cute date.” souya only nods at the information before turning to face the shop and smiley concludes, “pack it up and go home, ‘kay?”

he understood by what he meant ‘pack it up’ and he meant you.

it wasn’t anything offensive.. or so he hoped but your shift was over and he doesn’t need much help to close since it was a two-person job prior to your employment. but nonetheless, he dismisses his brother with a nod and allows himself to enter the shop once his brother departs.

he immediately spots you by the counter,.. sulking? or so he assumes by the pout that you wear, clearly upset about something. it wasn’t any of his business, it really wasn’t but there was something in him that felt the need to comfort you—not only as your boss but as someone who sympathizes rather easily. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing..” you murmured, narrowing your gaze elsewhere but he seems to pry again. “but you’re sad?”

you’re not sure whether it was by how gentle he’s treating you or the fact that he insists on hearing you out and not letting you mope around but it pulled a small smile on your features despite your words. “i’m not really helpful around here, am i?” he blinks, contemplating whether his brother mentioned anything but you conclude, “i’ve been messing up orders and dropped 2 bowls. should’ve seen your brother’s face, it was so scary.. ironic to his name.”

he breathes out air through his nose, laughing at your joke but not at you—never at you.

“but i really want to help around, i’m just.. not that great at this job.” you admit. it’s gotten to the point that you’ve been anticipating either him or smiley ( more on the latter. ) to fire you but it hasn’t come and the consideration of quitting has run across your mind sometimes.

instead of having him confess the truth, souya goes between his options and chooses to comfort you with his head knocking against your shoulder to pull you from your berating thoughts. “it’s okay, i like having you around so.. if you wish to stay then let me help you.”

and with the way your heart clenches, you couldn’t say no.

Your daughter became Mitsuya's center of attention. She was spoiled with love from the both of you, and more to his Dad to the point that she has every piece of the collection that he designs.

You could say that your daughter was more of a Daddy's girl. But it didn't bother you. As long as your family's happy, it was more than enough for you.

Now the thing about your kid is that Mitsuya almost tolerates her. He would always say yes to all her wishes but can be quite overprotective at times. Good thing is that your daughter, despite being spoiled, grew up to be kind.

Now, your daughter wanted to have a little bit of a different attitude today. She knew that her Dad would always forgive her, but to what extent?

To answer this question, she decided to prank his dad together with you.

Currently, you're assisting Mitsuya in creating one of his dresses for the new collection. Your daughter, on the other hand, was busy trying on the other clothes.

"Kaguya, can you please help me pin these?" you asked your daughter while pointing the pieces of cloth hanging on the mannequin.

Your daughter just ignored you.

This didn't go unnoticed by Mitsuya who's busy sketching his piece. However, he pretended to not notice.

"Kaguya?" you continued

"Mom, I'm freaking busy here. Can't you just shut up?" your daughter exclaimed, pretending to be annoyed.

"What?" Mitsuya said, surprised that his lovely daughter would have such a potty mouth.

"Oi, Kaguya, did you just tell your mom to shut up?" Mitsuya asked

Your daughter just stared at his dad.

Mitsuya stood up and walked over to your daughter. His arms are on both sides.

"You're not going to speak to your mom, or any adult-like that ever again!" he said, half shouting with his finger pointing to your daughter.

"And, you're not getting any of these dresses." he continued, acting as if he's an old woman.

"Pffftt, Dad!" your daughter said as she bursts into laughter.

"What's so funny?" Mitsuya asked, looking at both of you.

"It's just a prank, bub," you explained as you hugged your husband from the back.

"Oh," Mitsuya said as he bowed his head, embarrassment pouring over him.

"Well, no dresses for the both of you," he said with a pout.

Angry (Souta Kawata)

When he heard about you having kids - and to say that they're male twins too, Souta felt like he was on cloud nine.

He has a twin brother. So the feeling of having twin kids too was more than exciting for him. Within the 9 months of your pregnancy, he couldn't contain his excitement.

And when the kids were born, Angry couldn't help but dote on them. He was a great father even until growing up. He'll hang out with them and play together video games with them. He'd even teach them the secret ingredient and how to cook his ramen.

Overall, your kids would look up to their Dad. Despite his facial expression, they knew that their father and you love them so much.

But sometimes, they wonder how their Dad, with the nickname of "Angry" would get mad at them.

To answer this mystery to them, your twins asked you if you could get along with their prank. Seeing how fun this could be, you agreed.

While the three of you were waiting for dinner that Angry is currently cooking, you asked the two of them to help their father.

"Kaoru and Hikaru, go assist your father and help," you said

"Shut up Mom,", Kaoru said

"Yeah, you're so annoying," Hikaru continued.

Trying your best not to laugh, you looked at your husband who's now glaring at the twins.

"Oi," Angry said, a vein popping in his forehead,

"Are you seriously telling your Mom that,?" he said, now walking towards the twins with a spatula in his hand.

"3" your husband counted along with steps closer to your twins.

"2"

"1" Angry said, his spatula about to spat the twins together,

"BABE! Stop, we're just joking," you said as you hugged your husband while you smile at him sheepishly.

"Dad, I didn't know you're like that," Hikaru said in between giggles.

"Yeah, pffft, no wonder why they call you "Angry"," Kaoru continued.

"Hmph," Angry said as he looked at you

"Why are you all so mean?" he continued.

You and the twins just laughed at your poor husband.

Haruchiyo Sanzu

Despite his addiction, Sanzu was one good husband. He didn't force you on anything that requires violence and popping pills. As much as possible, he tries to not involve you.

The same goes for your child. When he found out that you'll be bearing his kid, he becomes more overprotective than usual. He'd try his best to be present throughout every step of your pregnancy.

When you had the kid, Sanzu was quite distant at first. Quite afraid that he'll be scaring his son away. But, you helped him ease to the child. As time passed by, the two actually grew close together.

Your son knew the type of lifestyle his father has. But he didn't judge his Dad and his past. Besides, what's the point? On Sanzu's part, he makes sure that he NEVER faced your son when he's high.

Your son respected Sanzu a lot. Nevertheless, he's quite cheeky around his father - an attitude he probably got from you. He'd test his patience from time to time when he feels like it.

And today's one of those days.

Your son asked you to get along with his prank. Although you warned him that it'll probably won't be a good idea, you still agreed.

You and Sanzu were currently cuddled up in your living room as you let the time pass by watching a movie. Your son, on the other hand, is on the other couch watching with you.

"Sai," you called your son

"What?" your son answered, trying to sound annoyed.

"Make us some popcorn? Please," you said sweetly.

"Shut up Mom. Make your own," your son replied as he rolled his eyes.

"The fuck?" Sanzu half-shouted, surprising the both of you.

"You disrespectful little shit," he said between gritted teeth. "I'm going to beat the manners out of you, young boy," Sanzu warned.

Your husband grabbed whatever thing was on the coffee table and was about to aim it on your son.

"Babe, wait stop! It's a prank," you explained.

"Dad, we're just joking," your son added as he laughed.

Sanzu looked surprised. Annoyed that both of you think it's a good prank, but glad that it was just really a prank.

"And you're going to beat me with a remote, really?" your son continued.

That's when Sanzu realized that he grabbed the slim remote for the T.V.

Mitsuya Takashi

✁ Found you on a website to pass the time at his desk while making some clothes, tryin' to find the perfect inspiration for a more scandalous line of clothing until you popped up, curves, thighs n' all taking up his whole screen. Seeing all the content of you posted in mini dresses and shirts obviously too tight for you to handle, Mitsuya had to hire you, n' not just because it said you were looking for money in exchange for sex, he also needed a model n' your body was too perfect to let some other person who wouldn't know how to handle you have you for themselves.

✁ When you finally came to his office looking cute in your little get up just for him, his mouth certainly went tight couldn't stop staring at your plush thighs that were calling to him for just a squeeze, he is paying for you after all right? Who says he can't? You were standing there looking innocent 'nd clueless, expecting something completely different but instead it was just you trying on different styles of clothes for him, being his adorable model for the day.

✁ He was truly a sweetheart in the way he treated you, opening doors for you, always commenting on how you dress saying ”You look beautiful.” Generally innocent comments leaving you more confused as to when you're going to get just a little bit of dick from him. During the day he'd spoil you, buying you cute outfits and touching you here n' there, just barely on your thighs so close to your panties 'cause you wore one of the shortest skirts you owned just to entice the glasses wearing boy even more. Poor 'Suya, someone help him :((.

✁ 'S already embarrassing enough clinging onto him in public, sandwiching his arm in between your boobs to give him a hint, any hint that you want your legs spread and pussy lapped at like no tomorrow, but you just couldn't win with him acting just as clueless as you were. Little did you know seein' you whine and poke your bottom lip out in hopes of getting him to do something enticed Mitsuya more, your outfits getting more revealing by the passing day to strain his self control even more. He'd always think how cute you look trying so hard, acting so babyish just for a little bit of him. So mean of him.

✁ You were melting like puddy in his hands trying to get into his pants for days. Watching you crumble only to get a small kiss on your pouty pink lips, or a pinch on your thigh and watching him saunter away. Torturing you until you crack was all apart of his game. You only finally folded when Suya was making a new line of clothes and asked you to model. How rude of him to toy around with you like that, dressing in cute short clothes too tight for your body, making you whine ”Suya it's too tight, take it off.” Mitsuya isn't that cruel, it would be mean of him to let you suffer even longer 'cause of his little game right?

✁ ”Ya just as tight as the dress you put on, shit,” he'd grunt while finally giving you what you wanted for days. Leaving you sniffling being bent over his desk face first into the wooden surface, your ass being up 'nd exposed n' spread open by his cock pushing its way into your crying slit. You finally gettin' what you've you've babbling 'nd whining about for ages and here you are begging for him to slow down just 'cause he's bullying his way inside you pressing your face against his desk n' holding your hands pinned behind your back. If anyone walked in they'd get the perfect sight of the slick you left on his cock rimming around his tip, your legs trembling 'nd your tears staining the surface. ”Ya been begging on your hands n' knees for this, take it.”

Vizualizers ❥ Suya + over his desk

Kazutora Hanemiya

✁ Shamelessly scrolling through his phone, trying to find somethin' to get off too until he stumbled upon your ass being arched so high in the air he damn near came at that. Could not get enough of your content n' the way you rode the silicone dildos nestled so far into ass that Tora considered if anal was his thing or not. Had to get you the moment he saw you were looking for cash just to get off, but so adorably hesitant about it. Ended up getting you anyways thanks to the advice of his good friend Kei, and when you finally came Tora was long gone. You looked so damn sexy in skimpy clothes up close 'nd the fact that you basically belonged to him made everything so much better.

✁ As much as Kazutora wanted you, he was just so shy about it. Always blushing at minor teases spewing out your pretty mouth, the way you'd press your chest against his front to grab his attention. You had to take control of everything so quickly just to let him relax around you, giving him a sloppy n' messy dick sucking, using your saliva to ease him down your throat, swirling your tongue on the singular vein so close to his reddened tip. Gives the best reactions to the gags 'nd slurps on his dick, back arching high while gripping at your hair trying so hard not to make you choke further on his cum, but he just can't help it the more you bob your head up and down.

✁ It was always up to you to get you both off, putting in most of the work without an ounce of help from Tora all 'cause he's a little shy. Cuffing him down to the bed with a cockring at the base of his dick had him melting into a puddle for a sense of release from you, whining about how he'll do better all 'cause he disobeyed you one time. :(. Was cumming loads from your torture on his poor not so little cock n' balls that kept leaking the more you touched him. Embarrassing him about it leaving him all shades of red and writhing for more. Paid you double than what you asked for that night.

✁ After topping him more than once Tora felt so guilty about it, going on about how he should try n' take over, except you kept teasing him sayin' how he never could all 'cause he was crying for you multiple times. Always bullying him whenever you got the chance 'nd watching him shy away like a fucking cat for not being able to pleasure you back.

✁ Made it his mission to take things over for once, so having your legs hiked up on his shoulders with his head in between your legs was such a pretty sight you had to save for later on. Tora knew just what to do to make you whine, leaving little marks on your thighs or boobs makin' them look pretty in his spit. It wasn't until he took one lick at your clit did you realize you underestimated the poor boy. Definitely kept toying with you just to watch you struggle to compose yourself, barely pushing a finger into your cunt that was already fluttering for just a little bit more. He isn't as bad as you 'n gave in too early, but seeing you get off to each long lick of his tongue was a better satisfaction for him.

Vizualizers ❥ Tora + eating you out

Nahoya Kawata (Smiley) + Souya Kawata (Angry)

✁ One's mean, the other's a little nicer but still mean, and there's no change ever since they found you on your innocent looking page looking cute in your clothes that hardly cover a nipple or pussy. Nahoya wanted you from the start, Souya was hesitant but you looked just too enticing to give up to someone else. As soon as you finally came to them they were already sandwiching your little body in between theirs, Nahoya having the most sadistic grin and Souya trying his best not to stare at your tits that were practically in his face.

✁ Everything was always so fast with them, the peach haired male trying to get you out of your panties whenever you were near and the light blue twin would shy as his brother tried to get him to touch a woman's body for the first time. Embarrassing him here and there to the point where he sheds a few tears was just too good of a sight for you. Gagging on poor crying Souya's dick 'nd making him cum prematurely while Nahoya would fuck you from behind, all three of you getting off whorishly for each other was your daily routine.

✁ Public humiliation was one of the biggest things between the two of them. Making it known that you belong to the Kawata twins, having a cute collar with pink and blue decorating it just to make it more known. Always possessive with you, saying things like talking to other guys is forbidden n' if you did you'd be used like a sex doll for their own pleasure. :(. Not caring about you 'nd stuffing their cock wherever is open for them. Nahoya bullying his dick into your ass that would pucker whenever Souya would hit your g-spot just the right way. ”Crying over pussy? 'S too much for you to handle Souya? ” Humiliating him for barely getting started and already leaking inside you, your tits being pressed against his chest.

✁ If one twin wasn't there then the other would have no choice but to satisfy you on their own. Imagine Souya who's too scared n' shy he'll mess up, crying n' babbling about ”I can't handle it, is' too much,” or ”'M not as good as Nahoya,” so you're left to pleasure him all by your lonesome, marking his neck up and down, pinning his body just a lil tighter so he doesn't squirm too much while you barely push his tip into your cunt. Giving his needy dick just enough attention to have him already sniffling n' begging for more of your warmth around him. If you're nice you might give in to what he wants, toying with his pink nipples at the same time 'nd riding him by rolling your hips, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as more tears flow down his cheeks. Such a pretty crier.

✁ If Nahoya was the only one left to pleasure you 'cause his little brother was gone, he'd take matters into his own hands to make sure you cry. Pushing his cock so deep in it damn near pierces your cervix, your eyes becoming white and brimming with tears as he slaps around your tits like fuckin' toys, calling you dirty names like ”Horny little slut,” or degrading you like a meanie with ”Filthy bitch cryin' for my dick.” His hands wrapped around your neck having you gasp for air n' feeling lightheaded from how much he's pounding into your sore sopping cunt that just can't get enough. Souya would walk in at the wrong right time to see you cream all over his older brother's dick, Nahoya painting your pussy white with a few more thrusts. All Souya can do is just watch and palm his growing erection at the dirty sight.

Vizualizers ❥ Nahoya & Souya + threesome

Ken Ryuguji (Draken) + Emma Sano

✁ Emma proposed the idea of getting you seeing your pretty face all over your website. Poor Ken was so confused but went along with it anyways, you were too sexy to pass up and the look on the blonde's face made everything so much better. Having you in their house like a personal chew toy was their favorite thing to do. As soon as you got there Emma always had a hand on your tit and the other looking for Ken's dick. She was too pretty to ignore, always whining for your attention whenever the ravenette wouldn't give her what she wanted, making a big fuss all the time for no reason :(. All it takes is your lips on hers to keep her quiet n' satisfied.

✁ Draken would use the same tactics against Emma, giving you just a little more attention than he would to her just to watch her sniffle n' cry for the both of you, spreading her legs 'nd pushing up her tits instead of being a brat or stubborn. She was always so easy to break down to nothing but a needy blonde who wanted a pussy in her mouth and a cock stuffed in her ass. You 'nd Ken couldn't even refuse someone as cute as her, always giving into what she wants whenever she asked for it. Fucking the two of them was always tiring but so fucking hot, Emma's pussy beneath yours, your cunt dripping onto her opening as Draken stuffs his dick into either one of you, taking turns of who to fuck.

✁ Draken's favorite thing is to watch you and Emma slobber all over his tip. Kissing it, licking it, sucking on it like dogs in heat. He always would record each time you both were on him, spewing out shit like ”You love this dick don't you?, ” whenever you or her would whine that you weren't getting enough 'cause the other was hogging him all for themselves. It would always be fixed with a shot of Ken's cum on your faces or in your mouths with praises of ”Good whores not wastin' a single drop.” So filthy even porn sites would grimace at it.

✁ If Emma wasn't there to rub your pussy against, Ken was always to the rescue to fulfill your needs, thrusting his hips against yours like a wild animal 'cause ”You asked for it.” You were just so needy, almost too needy for him that he had to stuff you with his dick to keep you silent. His tip would always pierce against your sweet spot your cervix leaving you babbling about how you love his cock and how good it makes you feel, feeling all fuzzy n' dumb over it. It always took spanks to your ass or your face to make you focus, pulling on your hair to make you look at him, remind you he's the one fucking you n' making you feel good. Always left a good batch of his cum dripping out of your swollen pussy by time he's finished with you.

✁ If Ken was the one absent, you and Emma would have to satisfy each other yourselves without his help. She would always whine about how her fingers just can't pleasure her like you or Ken does, sniffling on the brink of tears saying ”Please do it for me, it feels better when you do.” You can't even refuse 'cause she asked so nicely. Your cunts being centimeters apart, your fingers knuckles deep into hers, curling them to her liking n' listening to her pretty moans, her fingers trying to do the same for you, rubbin' on your clit or inside your cunt. You both just want to get off so badly you resort to rubbing your cunts n' clits against each other for more friction, your pussy lips practically making out with each other and slobbering all over one another to get off so whorishly.

Vizualizers ❥ Emma & Draken + threesome | Emma + scissoring | Draken + rough sex