Request: đanyway father in law osamu fucking his sons wife smth like that (im Sharing heile typing this) just imagine him taking u everywhere around the house and his son not suspecting anything bc ur just helping out his old dad. And even though he is older now heâs still a pussy pleaser with breeder balls
Dilf Osamu hits differently. Also Iâm not tagging it as incest but should I? Also sorry this was late, time slipped up on me
Warnings: female genitalia, reader is referred to as âwifeâ, age gap, infidelity, Osamuâs wife is implied to be out of the picture/dead, sexism (brief), âtraditional rolesâ, alcohol mentioned, creampie, degradation, overstimulation
Father-in-Law Osamu
Coming up to the older Miya household was always hassle, being forced to handle your mother-in-law who happened to never see her son in a bad light and trying to avoid your father-in-law so you didnât end up in a conversation you didnât want to be in. Of course, Osamu was always a better option that his annoyance of a wife, but this visit would be different since sheâs out of the picture now. Just a little visit to make sure the older man could take care of himself without a wife to clean up after him, or so your husband said.
In actuality, your husband seemed more than happy to drop you into his fatherâs lap, leaving you two to chat as he tended to the outdoor chores, of which there were only a couple. Even in the evening, after you served dinner, Osamu helped you clean up and offered to do the dishes, but your husband couldnât be bothered and took a seat on the couch, putting on a game show. The looks Osamu gave you were ones of pity, but you didnât even bother, remembering how vicious his wife would get when you mentioned anything remotely bad about her precious son. Osamu wasnât as bad, but he didnât do anything either, just sat back and let it happen.
Late night tea always helped you sleep, especially with a cold bed awaiting you. To no oneâs surprise, your husband lay on the couch, snoring away and oblivious to the world. Thankfully, Osamu had already turned in for the night, so he didnât witness your disgusted face when you saw your husband on the couch, a beer held loosely in his hand and another empty bottle on the table. Drank himself to sleep on the couch, again.
âSeems like youâre off on your own, again,â Osamuâs voice said, making you swivel to see the man himself, clad in what you believe to be his sleepwear, leaning against the kitchen doorway. âSeems like youâre fulfilling the role of a mother more than a wife,â
âOh, please. Iâd never be his mother. Could never compare,â you say the last part, bitterly, then apologize, trying to track back. Awfully rude to smear the reputation of his ex-wife, with him right there.
âNo, no, donât worry. I know what you mean. She was furious the day we received notice of the wedding date. She, uh, didnât let him grow up into a good man, Iâm aware,â
âWell, at least someone in this family is aware,â you gave a forced smile, still stirring you tea as steam rises from it. âI should probably drink this and get on to bed. Iâm sure heâll expect breakfast in the morning, after all,â
âYâknow, you donât have to do all this,â
âI donât need another argument over not being a proper wife. If my parents werenât insistent, Iâd have filed divorce papers,â you then look at him, then shrug. âSorry, bit of a harsh note to end on,â
âWell, if you ever need somewhere to get away, come on down. Iâm sure he wouldnât mind you helping out his old man and you can sit down all day, I wonât mind,â
âHm, I might have to take you up on that offer,â you gave him another smile, one that wasnât forced as he let you pass.
That one offer changed your life. You didnât even need to think of divorce when your thoughts were only full of spending time with Osamu. The first time you visited alone, you expected him to actually want you working, but he actually made you food and did the dishes himself, letting you make yourself at home. After a couple more visits, you couldnât help but realize you felt more comfortable around him than you expected, but it was welcomed in your miserable life. You donât know why you ended up spilling your guts one night, complaining that your husband often went to a nearby bar at night, leaving you unsatisfied and then heâd come home smelling like alcohol and fruity perfume, but you were just tired of dealing with the same old bullshit. You were an unsatisfied wife and Osamu was a lonely man, it seemed almost natural for you two to end up tangled beneath the sheets.
Although, you hardly ever started in the bed or even in the bedroom.
âSuch a pretty thing my son has, yet heâs too stupid to realize it,â Osamu grunts right beside your ear, all while he drills his cock into you. His grip on your hips might be bruising, but youâd never tell him to stop, not when heâs putting stars in your vision with each hard thrust he assaults you with. Each drag of his cock against your walls makes your wails and cries even louder, fingers digging into his shoulders as thatâs the only thing keeping you grounded. At this point, heâll end up breaking the couch and need to get a new one if his thrusts donât cease in ferocity. âDumb little thing, canât even think straight,â
âNo, no, no,â you blabber, throwing your head back as he rubs against that sweet spot deep inside you that has your eyes rolling. Clenching around him, he just chuckles as one hand leaves your hip, going between your legs to rub at your clit. Even the briefest of touches has your legs shaking, back arching as you grit your teeth from another onslaught of spine tingling pleasure. Drool spills from your lips as you open your mouth, trying to say something and ending up with nothing, just more high pitched moans.
Even as the table buzzes, your phone lighting up with your husbandâs name, youâre oblivious as you ride your high on Osamuâs cock, completely locking your legs around his waist as he keep his hips moving, making sure youâre not denied a single second of pleasure. He doesnât need to ask where you want his cum, you always want it pumped inside of you after you felt what it was like for the first time. Painting your walls white once more, he makes sure to go as deep as he can, bringing your face forward as he gives you a deep kiss, your phone finally going silent.
âIâm gonna fuck you so good, you wonât even think about leaving,â he whispers, but he knows youâre not planning on going anywhere anytime soon, not with 20 missed calls from your husband and his cum gushing from the sides of your abused cunt.
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Request: I was wondering if you were alright with it, could you do a kenma X sister reader (consensual) where one day she just pulls kenma into a closet and begs him to fuck her and all and it's just some really soft smut
Warnings: female genitalia, female uniform, incest, school setting [2nd year], semi-public sex [school closet], m. oral receiving, panty sucking, creampie, overstimulation
Kenma + Incest and semi-public sex
The chiming of the bell rang across the building, signaling to everyone that lunch period had started. Walking the way he usually goes, Kenma headed up to the next floor before getting to the staircase that led to the rooftop. Before he could place his foot on the step, though, he heard his name being called. âKenma!!â
âHm?â He looked in your direction, his foot receding as you bounded your way over to him. Instead of stopping, you kept up the energy and bounced, pulling on his sleeve. âWhatâs going on?â
âI have something I wanted to show you!â You started tugging him. âItâll be quick, I promise,â you giggle as he shrugs, but follows you. Your quickness is like that of the tortoise, always taking up lots of time and heâll probably be stuck with you until his next class period.
Going back down the way he came, you ended up going down an empty hallway, the only people being you two and another second year that ended up walking past you two. Turning off the hallway, you two were alone like that. Which, normally, wasnât bad, but Kenma knows you like to be adventurous and can expect you to do outrageous things in an empty hallway like this.
Stopping to open a closet door, heâs confused until you turn on the light and lock the door, giddily turning to look at him. He knows that look on your face. âI learned a new trick but I can only show if you if you promise to be quiet,â you hold your pointer finger over your grinning lips, only taking them away when he hesitantly nods.
Sinking down to your knees, Kenma has his reservations about the supposed trick youâre going to do, but doesnât do or say anything. Itâs not like you havenât done something like this before, just never during school hours. Especially in a janitors closet. Unbuckling his pants, you lick your lips as you easily manage to undo the restraints hiding back his growing bulge. A tint of pink adorns his face, but heâs covering it up with his hand as you use your tongue to gently encourage his cock to its full hardness.
Practically drooling before you can even put it in your mouth, you let some spit go from your tongue and lather it on his hot skin, moaning as you press sloppy kisses to the sides. He knows this isnât the new trick you have planned, since you always start by basically worshiping and salivating all over his cock. Using your hand, you move your lips to the underside as your finger begins rubbing over his slit and pumping his cock. It feels so good, but when he feels your tongue and lips descend to his balls, lapping and gently sucking on them that has his legs weakening.
With your lips on his balls and your sopping wet hand pumping his cock, itâs not long before heâs grabbing at your hair and tugging you closer, letting his orgasm go. Youâre quick about it, moving your hand so that all of his seed splatters against your hand, dripping down onto your exposed chest. When you unbuttoned your shirt, he doesnât know, but he does know that youâve learned to tease his balls as well as stimulate his cock. Pressing a kiss to his still hard cock, you giggle as you rise to your feet, licking his excess off your hand.
âThat was a good trick. You deserve a treat,â he pants out, sliding down to the floor. He needs to let his legs rest before heâs wobbling to his last period of the day, so he encourages you to sit on his lap. If you two were at home, heâd be pressing his face between your legs and sucking your pussy like is life depends on it, but he canât afford to waste more time than necessary.
Eager to get your own treat, you slide your panties down your legs, letting Kenma get a good view of whatâs under your skirt: your glistening pussy just from giving him a blowjob. Taking them off, you stuff the sticky fabric between your breasts before kneeling down to ride him. You donât mind your knees are on the floor, too focused on getting his hard cock to line up with your dripping cunt.
Feeling his tip brush over your entrance, you immediately sit all the way down so you can feel him all the way inside. Heâll never get over how warm and wet your walls are, always so eager to have him inside you. You have similar feelings, already beginning to bounce as you let out soft moans between each bounce. He had to press his lips to yours, muffling them. Breaking off, he keeps your face close to his as he pants, feeling your hands tighten around his neck. âYou canât be too loud. Someone will hear,â
âIâm sorry, nii-chan. You just feel so good,â you quietly cry, beads of tears falling from your eyes. So easily stimulated, just like him. Youâve only just began and your bounces are faltering, mouth hung open in a silent cry as your eyes practically cross. He takes your hanging tongue in his mouth, sucking on the muscle as you ride out your orgasm on him. Heâs just as close as you, hands digging into the flesh of your ass and bunching up your skirt, having to hold onto something while he pumps you full of his cum.
Soft mewls come from you, your body still rubbing against him for friction as your cunt continuously clenches around him. Itâs like a continuous orgasm, you never stop squeezing him as he softens and hardens again, getting friction just from shallow ruts. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you quietly giggle as you remove yourself, pulling your panties from their temporary pocket. Pressing them to Kenmaâs mouth, he greedily sucks on them and dampens the fabric more with his spit, but laps at the small essence of you on it.
The bell signals lunch is over, and though he didnât get to eat anything, Kenma finds himself satisfied enough to not be too bothered. You donât try to keep him any longer, removing yourself and quickly clenching your thighs together, keeping his cum inside until your panties are back on. Heâs soft enough to tuck himself away, brushing and dusting off his uniform while you button your shirt. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, you leave the closet first and he waits a good five seconds before leaving himself, glad to see nobody is in the hallway or near it. He exits from the opposite side of the hall, knowing itâll be longer to his class but not wanting to accidentally give anyone a clue of what just happened.
Too bad he missed a pair of eyes at the other end of the hallway.
Once last period was over, Kenma had to stay after school for his club activities. Your club had a break for the day, so that explained why you were so eager to spend time with him during lunch. Before you left, you found him before he entered the gym, pressing a kiss to his cheek and saying your goodbyes. Yamamoto could only weep as he wished his sister would be as nice to him as you were to Kenma, making Kenma cringe. He didnât know the full story and Kenma hoped it stayed that way.
Unbuttoning his shirt, Kuroo came up behind him and leaned over his shoulder, making him glare at the open locker. âYes, Kuro?â
âYou know, someoneâs gonna catch you being dirty with your little sister if youâre not careful,â Kuroo says, a shit-eating grin when Kenma glares at him. Itâs not out of hate, but more so out of fear. âI wonât tell anybody, but I will tell you to cover up a bit more,â his finger slightly brushed over his shoulder, where a hickey was made from the previous night. âMight make someone jealous,â
âSounds more like youâre interested, if Iâm not mistaken,â Kenma just gives him a knowing look, one that Kuroo only smiles at before getting off the locker.
âMaybe so, who knows?â He shrugs, walking out of the locker room and into the gym. Kenma canât help but smile.
Request: canni request a chikan with ukai keishin?
Warnings: female genitalia, noncon, chikan/train sex, groping, fingering, creampie, public sex, reader wears a skirt
Ukai + Chikan
You knew itâd be a bad idea to take the train while wearing a skirt with no shorts underneath, but you wanted to get home as fast as possible and you knew a street youâd have to walk down would be crowded at this time of day. With a heavy sigh and some convincing nothing severely bad could happen, you changed your path to head towards the station.
You made sure you wouldnât be pushed as you climbed on board, repeating to yourself how many stops the train would make before it was your stop. Keeping close to the doors, you managed to secure a small area that didnât make it so the crowd was pushed against you. With a small victory under your belt, you gazed out the window while waiting for your stop to come.
At the stop after the one you got on the train at, your eyes widened as you watched more people fill in. The small victory was lost as someone pushed up against you, giving you a rushed apology, before moving further in. A heavy sigh as you glanced to see the woman sitting in the seat next to you was asleep, head down as her body moved with each breath. You wish you couldâve been that lucky. Another push against you, but this man only muttered an apology and stayed close by, his hand on the wall of the train while his other one held onto the railing. âSorry, not much room,â
To further prove his point, another person bumped into the two of you, though the man kind of used his arm to prevent them from squishing you. The bumper took out an earbud before apologizing, only to put it back in as they stayed put. At least they wouldnât bump into you again. âI can tell,â you answer him, rolling your eyes. Not to him, but the situation youâre forced to deal with.
When the train begins moving, you know the time between the two stops is long, meaning youâll be stuck in this position for a few minutes, maybe ten tops. Afraid to get on your phone with a stranger over your shoulder, you settle on just gazing out the window and ignoring the movement behind you.
That is, until you feel fingers pressing against your pussy, making your whole body freeze as he rubs you. âDonât cause a scene,â he warns, making your whole brain freeze. Thinking something bad wouldnât happen is a naive way of thinking, as you shouldâve expected someone to take advantage of someone like you on a train like this. âNod if you got it,â he whispers. A small nod comes from you, with your one hand on the train wall and your other pressed to your chest.
His fingers continue rubbing against you, not pushing past your underwear. Not long after he began, he pushes your panties to the side to push his fingers inside, making you close your eyes as you cringe at the feeling. Not only is he violating you, but you can feel the wetness coming from you just from some ministrations, unwanted ones at that. It makes you feel disgusting, but thankfully he doesnât even bother trying to talk to you. Just having to suffer with the feeling of his fingers inside of you, rubbing against you, despite the feeling makes you want to puke.
The universe has it out for you at this point, you think, when you feel his hard cock rubbing against the skin peaking out from your panties. Removing his hand from your warm walls, he uses it to remove himself from his pants, rubbing a hard and leaking cock against your damp panties. Opening your mouth to let out a mixture of a sigh and a moan, you push the hand that was against your chest to your mouth. Pressing into you until your chest is against the wall of the train, he then slides his cock under your panties and against your slick folds.
He easily slides into you with the amount of wetness his fingers got from you. The feeling of him inside of you is sickening, the fact he easily slid in making the feeling even worse. Attempting to not draw attention to the passengers who arenât tuned out, you keep your hand over your mouth while he slowly pushes his cock in and out of you. Feeling one hand move up your hip and even further up until itâs cupping your breast, you can only look to make sure the person beside you isnât facing your direction. With the knowledge that they arenât, facing the other way as they listen to music you can faintly hear, you screw your eyes shut as you try to block out the situation youâre in.
The man behind you rubs his fingers over your nipple, which he toys with through your shirt as it faintly hardens, but not enough. When he attempts to slide his hand under your shirt, you gasp and grab his hand, stopping it. However, you then have to bite on your lower lip to prevent any noises from escaping. Leaning down until heâs at your ear, he grants you a warning, though you can do nothing to stop it. âComing,â is all he says.
When you feel him hit a spot inside you that makes you see stars for a brief moment, you almost wish heâd continue until you found release. Instead, he almost immediately finishes after that, pumping his perverse cum inside of you that has your legs weakening from how much there is. Your nails scratch against the train wall, but you are granted the quickness of which he pulls out. However, itâs mostly because the train is slowing and people are becoming more focused on their surroundings. With him snug in his pants, you squish your thighs together and attempts to smooth your clothes, waiting for the door to open.
Your stop wasnât that one, but you werenât going to give him or anyone else another chance, hopping off the train as the first one off. The man watched as you left, but didnât follow.
Itâs just supposed to be a little get together was what you were told. Two hours later, each old teammate of Bokuto was still downstairs, chatting and laughing. Every time Bokuto laughed so joyously, it rubbed you the wrong way. It was like he forgot about you, sitting back and talking to his old teammates. You were supposed to be hidden out of sight, but your needs needed to be met and if that meant walking downstairs to remind your brother you were still waiting for him, thatâs what youâd do.
You didnât expect him and his friends to wave you over.
â[Y/N]! Itâs been so long since Iâve seen you! Visiting your nii-san, eh?â Komi asked, an eyebrow raised. âVisitingâ was one way to put it, but you were actually living with Bokuto, guest room still unused as your belongings were in his bedroom.
âGuess you could say that,â Bokuto threw out, then continued. âSheâs going to college here, so itâs easier to live with me than pay for on-campus living,â
âSaving money, I see,â Akaashi piped up, taking a drink from his glass. It was just water, which meant they werenât drinking alcohol. Bokuto had a soda, but everyone else looked like they were drinking tea or water.
âHey, [Y/N],â Bokuto tapped you on the shoulder, making you turning your head towards him. âCan you get me another drink?â
âOf course, KĹtarĹ-nii,â taking his empty bottle, you go into the kitchen to see where he keeps the soda. Since he doesnât want you to have any, theyâre usually up high. Standing on your toes, you still canât reach the sweet drinks. To speed up the time, you hop on the counter only to feel someoneâs hands guiding you off.
âDonât hurt yourself,â Bokuto says, caging you to the counter. âI thought I told you to stay upstairs,â
âI was bored, nii-san,â you whine, pressing yourself against him. âYouâre ignoring me,â
âIâm entertaining my guests. You need to learn how to be patient,â he whispers, one of his hands rubbing at the spot between your thighs. âYouâre dripping. Have you been touching yourself?â
âItâs not the same, pleaââ
âIf youâre good, Iâll fill you up so many times youâll be swollen with my seed, how about that?â You nod your head, still pressing yourself against him. âStop pushing yourself on me or Iâm gonna have to punish you,â
With a final warning, Bokuto gets his own drink and removes himself from you, sighing as he sees your pout. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he pats your head. âJust another hour, okay?â
Thatâs what he said.. an hour ago.
Sitting beside him was almost too much to bear. Knowing he could take you whenever he wanted to and him knowing youâre desperately waiting for him to touch you, itâs all too much. Even as your thoughts swim with the image of him absolutely ravishingly you in front of his friends, your pleading eyes and a pout his way whenever he glances at you, yet all he gives is his arm around your shoulders. As a good big brother should, but this is getting to be too much.
Sarukai is the one who decided to play a game. It was a silly card game you played as kids, but it was fun to pass time. Since you didnât wanna play, you had to sacrifice your spot to Akaashi, your bottom instead being placed on Bokutoâs thigh. A warning squeeze on your hip was all you got, quickly telling them that you were cold which they all brushed off, going on with the game. He was like a heater, warmth rising from beneath his clothes, but it just made you more hot and bothered. It wasnât until he started rubbing a hand on your thigh â inner thigh, included, his fingers brushing against your sensitive area â did you really feel impatient.
You hoped nobody would notice as your body started moving, and it seemed like they didnât. Legs on either side of his thigh, you rubbing yourself against him, trying to get as much friction as you could. Bokuto doesnât stop you, his hand instead rubbing soothing circles into your hip as you continue to grind against his thigh. Eventually, you end up humping his thigh as the rubbing effect wears off, only to have him lean down to your ear. âYou canât wait, canât you? Such a needy slut needs to be punished, you know?â
Thereâs no other warning, you suddenly being pushed in the middle of the game as everyone shoots back in shock, surprised at Bokutoâs actions. âYouâve wanted this for a bit, havenât you? Thatâs why youâre even wetter, isnât it?â He smiles down at you, prying your shorts off. He then addresses the guests of his abode, âyou guys get to see how much my beloved sister loves me,â
With your shorts and panties off, youâre staining the wooden table with your dripping juices as Bokuto gets his cock out. His friends seem into it, sitting back on the couches and chairs, eyes glued to the way Bokuto spreads your sopping cunt, clenching around nothing as you wait for him in anticipation. Licking his lips, he sinks into you, without letting you adjust as your legs tense and your toes curl, squeezing him as he pushes himself all the way in.
âDid you already cum?â He asks, seemingly dumbfounded by your sudden orgasm. You donât answer, simply keeping your head against the table and having your eyes rolled into the back of your head. With no response, he decides to roughly thrust up into you, making you gasp as he pushes in so far, feeling so full as he snaps his hips to yours, your hands grasping at the edges of the table as you moan. Through your blurry vision, youâre able to see his old teammates with their own cocks out, hands around the thick appendages as their eyes are trained on how well you take in their former captainâs cock.
Itâs only mere seconds before youâre mewling, back arching as youâre clamping around his cock again, body twisting with the force of your orgasm as you shake. Bokuto removes himself from your cunt, though, making you whine. âDonât worry. Iâm gonna let my friends have a turn with you, though. You seem eager Akaashi, wanna go first?â
âIâd much prefer her mouth than her pussy, Bokuto-san,â he says, moving around to your head. His cock comes into view, to which you eagerly open your mouth to take him in, tongue killing out to lick at the tip.
âI wonât pass up free pussy,â Konoha chuckles, taking Bokutoâs position and pushing into you. âThought sheâd be loose after taking a cock that big, but youâre tight as a virgin!â He laughs, pinching your clit as you squeeze down on him even more, muffled moans coming from your throat which is stuffed with Akaashiâs cock.
âMhm! I taught her well, didnât I?â Bokuto hums, guiding one of your hands to his cock. âDonât forget about me, baby girl,â he says, low as he watches your hand jerk him off. Despite your eyes not being anywhere around his form, your hand works expertly from experience of handjobs. Akaashi seems pleased himself, fingers occasionally tracing your jaw and throat, only to close your nose as he face fucks you. Konoha seems to be enjoying himself, as well, your legs secured around his waist as he thrusts into you, his thumb rubbing at your bundle of nerves that has milky fluid coating his cock with each thrust.
âIâm close, can I do it inside?â He asks, looking at Bokuto, using his own hand to guide yours.
âNo. You can cum in her ass, but not her cunt. Thatâs only for her nii-san, isnât that right?â He directs the last bit at you, fingers pinching your nipples as your body jerks. Konoha decides to pull out, letting his semen paint your stomach white as he groans, making sure every drop lands on your skin. Akaashi is right behind him, closing your nose as he shoots his own load down your throat, your eyes glazed over as you drink it all.
Konoha takes it upon himself to push back into your cunt, feeling your walls clamp around him once more time. Itâs too much and you feel something warm fill your insides, eyes widening as you think he put a load in you. When he pulls out, however, you feel it trickling out as the warm liquid drips from your cunt. âSeems sheâll only take cum, not piss,â
âSheâll take it, wonât you, pretty girl?â Bokuto coos, fingers keeping your mouth open as Akaashi takes his turn, warm liquid filling your mouth as you struggle to not let any spill. Once heâs done, Bokuto closes your mouth and nose to force it down, your eyes squeezed shut as it tastes bitter. âSee? Just gotta know which hole to use. Itâs okay, Iâll clean her out so you can use her again,â he hums once more, pushing his thick cock into your still leaking pussy. The force of his thrust has you mewling, drool spilling from your lips as your body jostles with each thrust. âThereâs a cute little trick her cunt will do if you give her a bit of pain,â he grunts, fishing a lighter out of his pocket. Your eyes widen at the familiar click of the item, brief light before itâs shut off. He hands it to Konoha, who then flicks it on as he brings the fire close to your face, the light dancing ridiculously close to your cheek. Akaashi keeps you fron moving your head, sweat beginning to form as Konoha brings the lighter closer, the flame barely licking your skin as you scream, tongue lolling out as your squirt all over Bokutoâs abdomen, his groan overwhelmed by your cute noises. With another thrust, heâs spilling his own load into you, fill you up exactly how you wanted him to.
Konoha shuts off the lighter, then locks across the mark against your cheek where the flame touched you, pressing a sweet kiss in apology to the hot skin. âNow, what do we say, [Y/N]?â
âThank you for filling me up nii-san. Iâll take anything you give to me, I promise,â you sweetly say, another moan as you feel Bokutoâs piss fill you up as well, his thumb rubbing your clit.
âDonât worry, baby. Only Iâll be able to breed you, but my friends can have their fun, canât they? Iâll promise to give you all my attention later, is that okay?â Your response is a nod of the head, the rest of his friends eager to have your holes and your hands around their cocks.
Another request I accidentally deleted (though I donât remember doing so but I take responsibility) but the main focus was overstimulation on Kenma so if it isnât what the requester wanted, I apologize!
Warnings: alcohol mention, overstimulation, foursome, anal, nipple play, handjob(s), orgasm denial, dacryphilia, cum play, fingers in mouth, spit, lube, not much talking
Bokuto and Kuroo were always a duo you loved and hated in a way. Together they were the life of the party and would often be the last ones standing, if not solely because Bokuto kept Kuroo from falling asleep or passing out after a few drinks. Loved, for those reasons, but hated because they often forgot filters around each other and perhaps others wouldnât want to hear whatâs going on or that their partners small secrets would slip by unnoticed. For the most part, Akaashi and Kenma were aware of these and didnât need to bother with worrying too much, but sometimes some bedtime secrets would be loosed from lips without their knowledge.
âA few tweaks to his nipples and heâs practically putty in my hand,â Kuroo smirks, giving a lidded gaze full of pride towards Bokuto. âAkaashi canât beat that,â
âOf course he can! All I takes is knowledge of where to poke and stroke, if you get what I mean,â Bokuto winks, but Kuroo isnât buying it.
âI meant outside, not inside. Obviously thatâll get him sensitive. Can you get Akaashi to cry before even putting your hands on his lower area?â
âI mean.. I havenât tried. I usually go in for the thighs first, so Iâm already down there. Sometimes heâs ticklish, so I have to be careful, though,â
âHim? Ticklish? I canât see it,â Kuroo shakes his head, leaning back against his chair while sipping on his coffee. Bokuto, with his hand on his chest and a horrified expression on his face, straightens his back.
âHis laugh is wonderful and itâs only in certain areas, but heâs one of the most sensitive when it comes to tickling. In fact, Iâll even prove it when he gets back,â he practically inaudible âhmphâa when he finishes his sentence, but the conversation switches to other things in no time at all.
Akaashi and Kenma leave them two to talk while they go and do their own things, but never leave them alone for long. Soon after theyâve switched topics, both of their boyfriends come back with bags of new books, as well as the newest gaming console Kenma wanted. Bokuto had forgotten about his mentions of ticklish Akaashi, and soon enough Kuroo and Kenma were leaving and heading back to Kenmaâs place.
Kuroo may have forgotten about it and Bokuto may have forgotten about tickling, but one thing he couldnât forget was Kuroo mentioning how sensitive Kenma was. He wanted to see Akaashi get overly sensitive just from his nipples, just a few fleeting touches that have him crying out for more. Yet, he knew Akaashi better than that and knew his nipples werenât as sensitive as Kenmaâs supposedly were. Even more than that, he knew Akaashi would be suspicious if he tried to tease an area he had previously never paid much attention to.
In fact, it wasnât long until Bokuto called Kuroo and asked for tips on stimulating Akaashi without getting to the main course. He had faith in his abilities to render Akaashi a tear-filled mess within seconds, but he refused to have not beaten Kuroo in something as simple as this. Kuroo, however, could only grin in pride as he told Bokuto there wasnât a way for him to beat him if Akaashi wasnât as sensitive. âIt just isnât in your cards, the deck is different and the game is similar but not the same,â
âThen I just need to prove myself with Kenmaâs body, right?â Bokuto said, not putting too much thought into it. Kuroo was stunned, but not for long before an idea was planted in his head. âThough I guessââ
âThatâs a great idea. Iâll show you how itâs done and we can get him into a puddle within seconds. You can even bring Akaashi, so he can see what itâs like for Kenma,â Kuroo interrupted, making Bokuto freeze as his words registered.
âOkay!â
Kenmaâs shy about his body being on display, but he canât deny he somewhat enjoys the attention he receives from his three friends. With Bokutoâs intense gaze while he makes sure to please Akaashi with his hands, Kenma can only really focus on the way Kurooâs cold fingers flick his nipples, his spit coating them to add to the coldness. Kurooâs hands are completely absorbed in tending to Kenmaâs nipples, his cock is throbbing with pleasure without even being touched. It doesnât help he can see how Akaashiâs falling apart with flushed cheeks and small tears just from Bokutoâs hand alone, that and his determination to not let Akaashi finish until Kenma does.
A pinch to his sensitive nipples spells the end for Kenmaâs resistance, his teeth clenched as drool spills from his lips and his body jerks as his cum splatters against the bed, oozing into the creases. Almost immediately after his post-orgasmic gaze has cleared, he hears a strangled cry from Akaashi as his body twitches on Bokutoâs, head thrown back as Bokutoâs hand is coated with sticky cum. Some of it drips onto the floor, but most of it goes into Akaashiâs mouth as Bokuto presses his fingers to his lips, mouth opening mindlessly to lick and suck on the digits.
With the tutorial over, Kuroo and Bokuto switch spots so Bokutoâs behind Kenma, with Kuroo bringing Akaashi to the bed and sitting behind him. Now itâs time for Kenma and Akaashi to see how well their friends can please them, how they please and tease best. With Kuroo behind Akaashi, he uses the same method on a slightly overstimulated Akaashi, rubbing cold fingers against perky nipples that have Akaashi sighing in pleasure. Bokuto makes sure to prep Kenma, coating his fingers in lube as he pushes them in to spread him out.
Pushing two thick fingers in has him practically melting into Bokutoâs arms, his cock twitching as more cum gushes out, splattering against Akaashiâs thighs. Akaashiâs cock is hard, but it only throbs and bobs, waiting for attention. Kenma is only still in the beginning of getting prepped for Bokutoâs hard cock, yet he canât even keep his head up long enough to see Kuroo and Akaashi, too busy drowning in so much pleasure all at once. He does raise his enough when he hears Akaashi gasp, and feels a presence in his lap near his cock.
With lube coating Bokutoâs cock, the bottle is passed to Kuroo who coats his own cock and preps Akaashi for entry. Akaashi, who is currently using his tongue and limited consciousness to lap at Kenmaâs cock, fingers digging into his thighs as Bokuto enters him. The stretch is more than he expected, a strangled meal erupting from him as Bokuto enters him in one fell swoop, completely splitting him and hurling him into another orgasm. Without warning, his cum coats Akaashiâs face, who managed to close his eyes in time, and his hand.
When Kuroo pushes into Akaashi, his eyes roll back as he hangs his mouth open in an âoâ, letting spit and drool drip onto Kenmaâs lower regions that quickly have his cock springing back to life, his cock red from stimulation as tears stream down his face. Giving a couple of thrusts to Akaashi, Kuroo uses his hand to keep Akaashiâs head down so he can suck off Kenma while Bokuto fucks him. Akaashi does so, swirling his tongue over Kenmaâs sensitive tip before taking all of his cock in his mouth and bobbing to Kurooâs thrusts.
Bokuto also begins thrusting, using his arms to move Kenma in rhythm to Akaashiâs sucking, attaching his lips to Kenmaâs throat as he makes marks blossom on the skin. Big and red, Bokuto makes sure to nip his skin with teeth that has Kenma crying out each time as his own hands find their way to his nipples, teasing and playing with them as stimulations come from every direction. Bokuto hasnât even barely begun and heâs already overly sensitive, his body flushed.
By the time Bokutoâs thrusts stutter and he just leans back as he watches Kuroo fuck Akaashi, who is still sucking Kenma off, Kenma has almost passed out from the stimulation. Finally, Kuroo pauses in his thrusts, moving his hand to Akaashiâs sensitive cock that finally has him finishing, bringing Kuroo to his orgasm as well. Watching as they come undone together, Kenma canât help but clench around Bokuto, desperate for his release. Merciful as he is, Bokuto give another couple of thrusts that hit Kenmaâs sweet spot before heâs painting his walls white, filling him up until itâs overflowing and Kenmaâs orgasm is hard hitting, but little comes out due to his previous ones.
Satisfied and full, Kenma all but passes out on Bokutoâs lap, his hands going towards his nipples and his sensitive cock. Pressing his lips to Kenmaâs neck, Bokuto glances at Kuroo who is lovingly rubbing his hands over Akaashi, soothing him. They both look towards Bokuto, while all three share a smile.
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miya twins and their 19 year old virgin little sister, samu probably caught you trying to fuck yourself and let your dildo be your first since a lot of your friends are teasing you for being a virgin and then atsumu caught you red handed, watching porn. and what would happen if one of them got you preggo? too horny to even think about anything, sorry birdie-san ă ă Ąă
DIVINE. DELICIOUS. you know that audio with the cats? That was me when I read this
Warnings : pregnancy, cunnilingus, f. masturbation, porn video (briefly), a pink dildo, dubcon, incest, manipulation
Itâs your nineteenth birthday and while you had a wonderful party with your family, you still feel so young and small. Your brothers are both attending colleges for their own career paths, but youâve just got out of high school and have no idea what you want to do! Youâve been babied by your brothers, so you donât have a clear view of the future for yourself that doesnât include Atsumu and Osamu by your side.
One thing bothered you though: you were still a virgin. Thanks to your brothers, boyfriends were a foreign concept to you. All your friends lost their virginities before their birthdays, but your last friend lost her virginity on her birthday, a present from her boyfriend. You were slow to coming to the party and you told them youâd have lost it by the time your birthday came around, even getting a boyfriend!
A boyfriend quickly discarded by the brooding brothers of yours. A sneer from Atsumu and a glare from Osamu had his tail between his legs. Truly, a shame. You knew your friends would tease you again for the lack of a boy in your life, so you decided to, uh, pretend. A dildo was similar to a penis, right? Thatâs why they existed.
You didnât know itâd be so hard! You have to have an orgasm to properly lose your virginity, thatâs what your friends said. Pumping the silicone piece into your tiny cunt was harder than expected, only fitting half in before you started to pump it. It sent a tingling down in your tummy, but it was more effort than expected. Noises or frustration mingled with your forced moans, whining as your wrists started to hurt.
Osamu was doing his homework when he heard you make a noise of frustration, huffing and puffing. He didnât pay too much attention to it, but then you made a similar noise. So, time to investigate. He wouldnât want you to exert so much energy, youâre his baby sister! He expected to see you trying to get something off a high shelf, your shirt riding up to show your smooth stomach or you to be under your bed, shorts-cladâ even better, panty-clad rump in the air. He did not expect to see you on your bed, legs spread and pumping a pink silicone dildo into your cunt. If only that was hisâ
ââTsu- âTsumu,â you moan out, biting on your lower lip. Osamuâs mouth drops into a frown, growling at his twinâs name dropping from your mouth. You turn to look at the door, suddenly opened only to be slammed shut.
A startled gasp makes him stop in front of you, eyes burning with an unknown desire. ââSamu! Whatâre you doing?â He just looks at you, eyes glancing at your hand still between your legs. Your eyes go down, shame burning in your face. âIâm trying to be a big girl. I wanna lose my virginity,â
âWhy didnât ya ask me?â He asks, putting his weight on your bed. You panic and close your legs, moving the dildo out of you. âAnd why ya callinâ out âTsumuâs name? Huh? Am I not good enough?â
âN-No! Thatâs not it! âSamu, youâre scaring me!â You cry out, his large hands spreading your legs. Your puffy pussy is fully on display for him, his eyes noticing the lack of slick. âDonât hurt me!â
âIâm not gonna hurt ya. Iâm gonna help. Wanna be a big girl? I can help,â he says. He doesnât move, though, waiting for your permission. Even though youâre hesitant â heâs your brother! Youâre nodding your head, fingers soon finding themselves in Osamuâs darkened hair. He stopped dying it, so itâs completely natural again. His face is buried in your cunt, lapping at your folds as your moans arenât forced, head thrown back as Osamu tongue fucks you. When he sticks two fingers into you, he doesnât expect you to be so wet, a drastic difference from moments ago. He moves to wrap his lips around your clit, walls tightening as you finally release on his fingers and face.
When Osamu comes up, heâs licking his lips while you pant. âDid.. did I lose my virginity?â You ask him, tears clinging to your lashes.
âWhat dâya mean?â You explain what your friends told you, all while he strips off his shirt and peppers kisses on your stomach, rising your shirt up as he does. âNah, I gotta cum inside if you wanna lose it. You gonna let me do that?â The no hesitation in the nodding of your head has him grinning, straightening himself as he rubs his hardened cock through his pants. Today, fantasy becomes reality. âAlright, Iâll go slow,â
Even with his slow sinking into you, youâre gasping and clinging to his biceps for dear life, tears staining your pillow as he splits you open. Heâs far bigger than the dildo, but the slick from your orgasm makes it much easier for him to slide in. He kisses your cheek, telling you how good you are. Itâs the little praise that has you encouraging him to keep going, and he does. He keeps pushing in until heâs bumping against your cervix, almost completely inside of you. Your legs tighten around his waist, keeping him locked against you.
âDonât worry, lil sis. Iâm not goinâ anywhere,â he shushes, brushing your tears as he stays still. An occasional hiccup has his heart hurting, but he knows youâll feel good eventually. Well, even if you donât, heâll start. When your legs loosen, dropping back to the plush bed, he starts moving. Heâs still slow, spreading your walls for his thick cock as you continue to adjust. Itâs not until youâre begging him for more does he pick up the pace, slamming his hips against yours. He has to cover your mouth so you donât alert the whole house heâs fucking you, your screams of pleasure coming out. Theyâre muffled, but he can hear how much youâre enjoying it. It urges him to go even faster, grunting as he chases his own high.
Another screams rips from you, walls tightening as you cream on his fat cock, eyes rolling as toes curl. Itâs enough to send Osamu over the edge, groaning as he buries himself even deeper inside, pumping you full of his cum, you milking every drop. He kisses you, your panting mouth perfect for him to give you a passionate kiss, staying deep inside you. He breaks the kiss, âI love ya, little sis,â
âLove you, too, nii-san,â you smile, kissing him again.
Itâs all you ever wanted, to be a big girl. It also brings you and Osamu closer together, you often bouncing around the idea to help him in his shop once he gets it set up. When you go into his room, the door locking behind you, you miss the way Atsumu glares. He has a feeling youâre not studying with Osamu, but thereâs nothing to suggest otherwise.
Well, when Osamu is late from coming back from college, Atsumu is the only one home. Itâs a small breath of fresh air, relaxing his tired muscles after a long practice match. When he hears small grunts and moans from your bedroom, he goes to investigate. You shouldnât be home, let alone have anyone with you. The creaking of the floorboards doesnât stop the noises from your room, Atsumuâs curiosity spiking. Peeking into your open door, he sees you on your back, legs spread open as your laptop plays an obscene video, the moans and grunts coming from the speakers. Your occasional moan is muffled by the shirt hem in your mouth, but itâs dropped when you moan out Osamuâs name, eyes rolling back as your fingers work on your clit.
Atsumu glares at the mention of Osamuâs name, shutting the door that has you jumping and struggling to explain yourself. âYa think âSamuâs better than me? Is that it?â Theyâre so similar, itâs striking. The hungry eyes, full of anger and lust, they look so much like Osamuâs, but the light blond hair reminds you itâs Atsumu. âWhatâre you- Yer watchinâ sibling porn? Thinking of your big brother? âS that it?â
âNo, itâs not what you think, âTsumu!â Unlike Osamu, Atsumuâs one to take what he wants. He moves the laptop off the bed, spreading your legs as you squirm and struggle. âLemme go!â
âBrats like you need to be put in place, donâtâcha know? Youâre fucking soaked, getting off on your big bro that much?â Youâre crying and still trying to kick him off, but it just turns him on even more. Youâre still innocent and so naive in his eyes, itâs nothing for him to just take that from you. His cock is already hard, begging to sink into your warm depths. âYou gonna let me fuck you? Itâll be like that video you were watching,â
Youâre shaking your head, pushing at his chest as he leans down to press kisses to your neck. âCâmon, lil sis. Iâm not gonna hurt ya. You trust me, right?â Itâs a question that has your movements stopping, glossy eyes looking at Atsumu. Heâs smiling, your big brother not showing any hint of malice. You sniffle, his thumbs swiping away the silver droplets on your cheeks.
âAs long as you promise not to hurt me, okay âTsumu?â You ask him, big doe eyes of innocence as you look at him. He grins and kisses your lips, licking your bottom lip. A whispered breath of âwouldnât dream of itâ is all you hear before his mushroom head is pushing at your entrance. Heâs just as big as Osamu, but itâs still hard to take in. Youâre nice and slick, though, Atsumu notes. All from watching some incest porn, itâs almost funny to him how all you had to do was ask, no reason to hide it! Him and Osamu have been dreaming of keeping you all to themselves, thereâs no reason for you to hide your desires.
Once heâs bottomed out, he doesnât let you adjust, immediately pulling out to thrust back in. Itâs sharp and rough, knocking the air from your lungs as your head gets thrown back. Atsumuâs quick to attach his lips to your neck, sucking the flesh and digging his teeth into the skin. Itâs a way to show heâs claimed you, as if he doesnât plan on coming inside. Thatâs his goal â mark you inside and out. With your arms above your head, grasping the pillows, thereâs no reason for him to not. Licking his thumb, he presses it to your clit and flicks it, sending shockwaves through you as you scream and cream around his cock, thighs tightening around him. Heâs not too far behind you, rutting against you as he paints your insides white, sending you into another orgasm, juices spraying against his abdomen.
âLookie there! You just squirted all over me,â he chuckles, rubbing your shaking thighs. Youâre overstimulated, so he doesnât push another round. Thereâll be time for that later.
A week later, you find yourself in a dilemma when your clothes wonât fit. Worried about gaining weight, you confide in your big brothers who give you a test. âJust pee on it. Itâll tell you if youâre overeating,â they said. Theyâve never lied to you before! When those two lines pop up on the plastic tool, you show it to them, confused. They tell you youâre pregnant, but then comes the question. Whoâs the dad? Really, does it matter? They have a lot of love to give you and theyâre twins. Your child is gonna look like both of them no matter what.
Request: Ushijima with his little twin sister in which they never want to be apart from each other because of their abandonment issues because of their father. So they agreed that they never leave each other's side never let anyone have what they have, which included romantic {and sexual} activities.
I didnât know what kind of twin you meant but I donât usually do twin reader x twin characters because, well, some people may find it hard to immerse themselves, but I did it this one time. Just for future reference.
With him, you had your first in everything. With you, he had shared his firsts with you.
Whether it was your first birthday on this moving rock, your first words, your first day at school, your first kiss, your first.. lover, a time shared between siblings that never felt wrong. Without Wakatoshi, youâd be empty. Heâs there for you everywhere and anywhere.
He feels the same about you, finding your charm and sweetness infectious when it comes to others, as well as being envious. They always told him how great itâd be to have such a close connection with their own sibling, but he never really knew what the difference was. Why were you two inseparable when other sibling duos werenât? Was it the closeness in age? He thought that was probably it.
Neither of you knew, and nobody else knew, that normal sisters donât go to their brother for advice on their body, and normal brothers donât kiss their sisters before a match, claiming it brings them good luck. Whenever you two needed advice, help, or just company, it was never to turn away from each other but rather to each other. A way that made you both closer than ever before.
Youâd never forget your first kiss. Feeling inexperienced because all the girls you would hang out with had boyfriends, kissing and sleeping with them and bragging. Turning to Wakatoshi, you asked him if he had his first kiss. When he said no, you asked if he could give you yours. It was full of innocence, completely curious as you pressed your lips against his. You didnât know what to do, but neither did he. This opened a new path, you both exploring the areas of kissing and how good it can feel.. until youâre craving for more.
The first time you two slept together, it was a train wreck. You didnât know your body and Wakatoshi was powerful and didnât know he had to hold back on your body. You were immovable for the next two days, the feeling in your hips and legs numb. But this opened a new door for the two of you. Together, you both could learned each otherâs bodies as well as your own.
âNii-chan, donât be so rough with me,â you giggle, looking down at Wakatoshiâs hands, his grip on your hips harsh. His grip immediately loosened, his hard cock rubbing between your slick thighs, against your puffy pussy. With each pump of his cock between your legs, he was lubing himself up as well as getting you aroused. It was a gentle way of foreplay, getting you both aroused without too much work.
âSorry,â he mumbles, running his hands in a soothing circle on your hips, only to have them move up your body. Gentle caresses that left goosebumps in their wake, you sigh breathlessly at the feeling. Enjoying the mood and pace heâs set, your hands move to his hair as you gently scratch at his scalp, something you do when he canât sleep at night. âI think youâre ready,â
âMm, okay,â you buck your hips as his cock leaves your thighs, now cold with nothing against them. Letting yourself drop onto the bed, you push your ass back onto his cock, him being gentle as he pushes in your cunt. Itâs always a tight fit, his size dwarfing you and his cock bigger than youâve ever seen in porn videos. It spreads you open so well, the pain overridden by pleasure immediately as he brushes against your gummy walls. âNii-chan,â
âIâm here,â is all he says, keeping a grip on your hips so you donât move. He refuses to let you move too much until heâs just rocked all of his length into you. When he does finally bottom out, he always knows by the wistful sigh that leaves your lips and your hand moving to your stomach, seeing if you can feel him inside of you. Once heâs bottomed out and youâre squirming, he doesnât need to hold back. Pulling out until only his head is in, he pushes himself back in at a gentle pace to continue spreading your walls.
Soft moans leave your lips, hands digging into the pillows as your head is turned to the side for air, letting him hear your moans. ââS good, nii-chan. More,â you beg, wiggling your hips as you try to move back. Leaning over you, his arms resting beside your head, completely covering your body, he leans down to your ear.
âOf course, dear,â he grunts, picking up the pace as your grip on the pillows tighten, head thrown back as you scream. He puts his mouth on your exposed neck, licking and sucking on the skin while one hand of yours threads into his hair. Keeping him against your skin, you curl your toes as your high washed over you, a scream and a tight squeeze on his cock. His thrusts pick up the pace, chasing his own high now as his balls slap into your cunt, numbing the skin and wet clapping sounds echo in the room. Your sensitive cunt gushes around him as you feel him get bigger, his cum filling you up seconds later as he ruts against you, making sure you milk him.
As he goes to pull out, your grip on his hair tightens. âDonât leave me, nii-chan. Just.. stay inside me for a bit longer, please?â Pressing a kiss to the back of your head, he maneuvers you both on your sides. Heâll make sure to clean you up when youâre ready, but heâs content to just stay like this.
Request: Msby Bokuto with infinity supply of energy doesn't realize he's overstimulating y/n. He just likes his s/o looking all fucked out, tears streaming down their face.
You knew he couldnât hold back, but you also knew he didnât know how far he could push you in such a short amount of time.
It felt as if only moments ago he had come home, still sweaty and bouncing on his feet as he wrapped you in his arms, ignoring your scolding remarks of him hugging you while heâs wet. His sweat practically had his Black Jackals jersey clinging to his skin, the musty scent seeping into your nose. It was disgusting and you wanted him to be clean before cuddles, but he quickly discarded his shirt, letting your mind wander as your eyes raked over his chest, muscles clenching and flexing as he took it off. You were snapped out of it once the sweaty material was in your face, leaving your boyfriend standing shirtless as he grinned.
âWear it for me, why donâtâcha?â
The musty smell had probably soaked into the fabric for so long it would never come out, but the material also had to soaked up your drool as you bit down on it. Constant battering of Bokutoâs hips against yours had you seeing stars, holding onto the material with your hands and your mouth, inhaling every scent around you as you tried to not lose consciousness. Even tears had begun to seep into the fabric, but Bokuto just continued to push his thick cock into your tiny hole, pushing you further into overstimulation. You knew he always got you twitching before he was done with you, making sure that there would be copious amounts of cum spilling from your abused cunt.
âYou feel so good,â he grunts, hips continuing to snap up to meet yours. His ball were heavy and would smack against your hardened clit, making your meals that much sweeter to his ears. âSo nice and tight,â he continues, his hands running up your sides and going up under his shirt, kneading your breasts. âLooking so fuckinâ pretty in my jersey. Itâs like I won twice,â he mumbles, lips pressed to your nape as he pinches and tweaks your nipples, your automatic reaction being to twitch as he does. Within a minute of your last orgasm, youâre creaming all over his cock again, milky fluid dripping down from your cunt when he pulls out and plopping on the mattress, the sound barely noticeable under his grunts and your mewls of pleasure.
More tears bead out of your eyes as your vision gets blurry, you stomach twisting and turning as heâs relentless in his thrusts. âBoâ Iâ itâsââ you try to get out, more tears streaming down your cheeks as words fail you. Bokuto wipes away the tears as best as he can, even wiping away the bit of snot bubbling from your nose.
âShh, itâs okay, I gotcha. Itâs okay, come on, itâs okay to cry,â he coos, as if he isnât battering your insides. With his gentle affirmation, youâre once more clenching his jersey as you press your nose into the neckline, inhaling his scent as you feel a gush of liquid shoot out of you, some droplets dripping between your legs while you cover Bokutoâs balls in your juices. He groans as he feels it, balls continuing to slam into you as he comes up on his next release. You scream as you continue to squirt, even as he grunts once more before stilling, a hefty amount of cum filling you once more as some pushes out from where you two are connected.
You think youâre done, but Bokuto loves to see how messy he can make you. Plus, youâre not twitching quite yet. With a whine as he pumps his cock in your pussy again, you accept your fate.