#celestial:kinktober

“Keep your eyes on the mirror,” Iso murmured gently holding your chin to face your reflections.

“And hands behind you,”

You grasped your forearms with the opposite hand, keeping them behind your back. You made eye contact with him through the glass. You were both up on your knees on the bed, Iso close behind you. The mirror was new, and you were sure for just this purpose.

Slowly he dragged your clothes off your body, taking his time to feel as much as he could. Gentle hands traced your sides leaving goosebumps in their wake. His touch was soft, so soft it felt like it was never there. Like the whisper of a ghost. His lips were warm, pressing themselves against the back of your shoulder.

Iso’s hands came up to cup your chest. Warm hands that gently massaged and fondled your breasts. His pointer finger brushed over your nipples, once, then again, before pinching them softly. He rolled the soft buds between his fingers. You couldn’t help but let out a mixture of a sigh and pant. Iso had barely done anything but you were putty in his arms.

“All worked up over a few touches,”

A kiss to your shoulder.

“Let me help you relax,”

In the reflection of the mirror you could see his eyes trained on you. Dark eyes that drank in your reactions. Embarrassed you looked away, his hand was quick to grasp your chin back to look.

“I said keep your eyes on the mirror,”

It was firm but gentle, a warning and a promise to something unsaid.

Iso kept one hand on your chest, while the other began to move downwards. Lower and lower it moved until he reached your inner thigh. His hand cupped between your legs, a finger gently teased your hole, gathering the sticky slick that had gathered there.

He was a tease and he knew it.

Slowly he pushed a finger in and then a second. He curled them into you slowly scissoring and opening you up. You tried to lower your hips to take more of him but Iso pulled away. It was clear you were only going to get what he wanted you to be given. Iso continued fucking you with his fingers closely watching. Everytime you attempted to take more he’d remove his fingers and give a couple quick strokes to himself, slicking his dick with you.

For the final time he put his fingers back in, pumping fast. Just when you thought he’d finally bring you over the edge, Iso stilled his movements. Slowly he pulled his fingers out. Before you could voice your complaints his fingers were replaced by something much larger.

Iso gripped your hips tightly, pushing deeper inch by inch until he was fully sheathed in you. Your head dropped back against his shoulder. This angle made even just cockwarming him make you feel impossibly full.

He started off slow, letting you feel the drag of his cock along your walls. Before quickly falling into a steady rhythm, hips smacking against yours with every thrust. Iso pressed kisses into your neck. The sounds of his breathy moans twisted your stomach in desire. Just as yours did for him. He was convinced you were made for him.

One of his hands left your hip forcing your head to face the mirror. You hadn’t even noticed you looked away, and the sight that waited you was sinful. Your body was covered in a light layer of sweat that shone in the rays of moonlight. You watched as his cock disappeared up into you. You couldn’t help but clench at the sight. The feeling of his finger on your clit made you forget all about your arms, grasping his forearms for support.

His finger circled round, as he continued to pump his hips. Iso kissed down your neck and across your shoulder.

“So pretty,” he whispered.

“Take me so well, made for me,” he continued his praises while moving faster and faster.

You tried to tell Iso to slow down, but you couldn’t. Words failed to leave you, only whines and whimpers instead. You grasped him tighter feeling that knot in your stomach twist tighter and tighter before snapping. Your back arched against him as you finished. The way you felt around him was heavenly, it was almost too much. He didn’t think he could fall apart so quickly but here he was. Watching you come undone in the moonlight. He couldn’t help but follow. With a low groan Iso thrust a few more times, slow and deep before stilling. Both of your thighs were soaked from each other.

Iso slowly leaned back off of his knees, staying in you the whole way. You now were laying atop of him. The mirror now reflecting your thighs, and the sight of Iso still in you. He ground his hips up into you, enjoying your soft whimpers before finally pulling out. His cum dripped out slowly, even more as he used two fingers to spread your hole.

“Hm what a waste,” Iso mused softly.

“Don’t worry, we have the rest of the evening to ourselves, I’ll make sure not to spill anymore”

He guided his cock back to your walls, feeling them flutter around him. Iso maneuvered you to you to lay flat on your stomach, before starting up his thrusts again.He pumped himself into you with a pace that made him barely leave you, staying full the whole time. His hips kept you pinned into the soft mattress below you.

“Punz?” You called out for the blonde.

You had heard the sound of a door slam and objects thrown around, assuming your favorite mercenary was home you had started to search the house. He had been a generous friend and let you crash late last night at his place. You must have caught him about to leave for a job as the next morning he had long been gone. You headed down the stairs, he wasn’t in the living room either.

Well that wasn’t there earlier.

Punz’s familiar satchel was sitting upon the dining room table. Something brightly colored stuck out of the bag just slightly. You made your way over to it, grasping the small glass object. It was a vial. You held the vial up to the light. The purple liquid inside swirled with an oddly tantalizing sparkle. You had never seen a potion quite like this. Assuming it was valuable and probably for a client you set it back down on the table.

A voice cause you to spin around.

“You shouldn’t touch other people’s stuff,”

“Punz,” you gasped stepping backwards. Your hip hit the table, causing the mysterious vial to fall to the ground and shatter.

Punz stopped approaching, frozen in his step. A smell you could only describe as peaches with heavy notes of vanilla and cinnamon filled your nose. “You should really try not to sneak up on people,” you said, waving the smell away from your nose. “Also it’s sweltering in here, get some AC my man,”

You hadn’t noticed it before you said it but it really was hot. Your clothes were suddenly sticky to your body. Uncomfortable, itchy, you wanted them off. Punz had said nothing, watching you closely. You tugged at your shirt uncomfortable. “Like for real Punz why is it so hot in here,” a pang of need hit you. Something wasn’t right.

“That was a lot more potent than I thought,” he softly murmured looking down at the broken glass.

Right the glass.

Ignoring this odd sensation rushing through your body, you leaned down attempting to clean up the broken mess.

You heard shuffling as Punz continued to talk. “It wasn’t supposed to work that fast,”

You couldn’t focus on what he was saying let alone the mess you were trying to clean. There was a burning sensation, as if every nerve in your body was lit ablaze. You looked up. Punz was now seated on the couch, blue eyes watching your every move. You shuddered under his gaze. Did he always look this good?

Your body moves thoughtlessly, making your way to in front of him. Punz didn’t react as you dropped to your knees in front of him. You finally had a word for this feeling. Aroused. Fuck you needed him.

You licked over your dry lips, the sensation of parched overtaking you. “Punz,”

“Punz please,”

There was a small smirk in his lips. “Please what?”

You couldn’t think straight anymore, and the smell of him in front of you was intoxicating. A small whine fell from your lips.

Punz leaned forward grasping your chin lightly, his eyes watched his thumb trail over your bottom lip.

“I can make you feel real good, just tell me what you want princess,”

“Touch me,”

“Ride,” was all he said in response.

Punz patted his thigh. You didn’t hesitate, pulling yourself into his lap. Your legs surrounded his thigh, roughly bringing your hips down. Punz didn’t touch you. Instead he watched, arms thrown behind his head, as you began to unravel yourself on his thigh.

“That potion wasn’t for you, but fuck am I glad you found it,” he mused.

Your hips continued to speed up, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Had your mind been a little less foggy you would have found being this close so soon embarrassing, but you didn’t care. Punz was going to give you all you needed. Right before you could fall off the edge Punz threw you off his thigh and against the couch cushion.

His hands pulled your clothes off, tossing them in different directions along with his own. His touch burned your skin, goosebumps raised on your body where his touch was no longer. You weren’t even aware of the cries of his name leaving your mouth. It was soft and driving Punz insane.

“I’ll make you feel so good, make you forget everything. You’ll only know my name,” his voice was low and possessive. “You’ll be so good for me, let me do all the thinking”

Your limbs felt heavy, submitting to him. Punz slowly entered you, your walls suffocating his dick. His hands rested on your hips, taking a moment to adjust. You reached out, attempting to pull him impossibly close. Every part of you was sensitive. It’s like your senses had been magnified. Punz’s thrusts were slow but deep, drawing the most pitiful moans from you.

You craved more.

“Can you take it all?” Punz’s words cut through your hazy lust filled head. “Can you take all of me,”

You nodded your head slowly.

“What’s the matter Miss manager?” A voice purred behind you.

The voice was accompanied by a warm chest against your back.

“I thought you said you could take both of us,”

You answered with a soft whimper. This was true.

It’s a mystery how you got into Jinu’s bed. Here you were, however, stuck between two of the idols you were supposed to be managing. With a promise of being able to take it, take them both.

Abby’s hand curled around your throat, tilting your head back slightly. Your eyes met with Jinu. His gaze lit your body on fire. It was as if he was staring into your soul, it hungered and desired.

Jinu’s hands explored your sides and chest slowly, his touch burning your skin. You shuddered in their grasp. They moved opposite of each other, slowly, making sure you were never empty. Each drag of their cocks against your inner walls left you in a sweet daze. Head filled with a warm foggy pleasure.

Abby released your throat and pushed on your back, shoving you against Jinu. The slow pace of his hips was driving him mad. He desired more. Needed more. Jinu did as well.

“Enough slow Jinu, she said she could take both,”

The soft rumble of Jinu’s chest told you everything you needed to know.

“Don’t worry princess we won’t be too rough,”

Their hands found their place on you, gripping tight, and they began their brutal pace together. As their pace got rougher you swear their nails in your skin got sharper. Their grip almost bruising. You couldn’t think about that right now. In fact you couldn’t think of anything except for them. Their scent was all you could breathe in, warm and full of want. Their pace was almost inhuman, molding your insides to the shape of them.

Abby nipped against your shoulder. “Keep making those pretty sounds baby,” your breathy moans of their names could fuel them for hours.

As if reading your mind Jinu murmured “Brace yourself. You’re ours now, we’re going to take all you have,”

It wasn't fair. Not fair in your opinion. Not at all. 

"It's not fair," you pouted as Punz hovered over you. 

He just chuckled in response. 

"Trust me, baby," another voice spoke up. Dream was leaning against the wall watching his blonde lover situate you. "This is completely fair," he only moved slightly to toss Punz his favorite restraints. 

Were they two of the most dangerous people on the server? Yes. But did you trust them with your life? Also yes. 

Punz kissed each of your wrists as he tied them up above your head. "Look so good like this," he mumbled. 

"Come here sweetheart," Dream demanded gently, gaining his attention. 

Punz left a soft kiss on your lips before moving over to where Dream stood. The dirty blonde slowly pushed down on Punz's shoulder forcing him to his knees.

"This could have been you, sweetheart, only good ones get their throats fucked," Dream spoke lowly, undoing his pants. 

His hand buried into Punz's hair tugging his head back harshly. The blonde's mouth fell open, waiting for the man above him to do something. "Fuck what a good boy," 

From the angle, you were laid you could barely see Punz's glossed-over eyes and stuck-out tongue. His hands gripped each wrist behind his back as he waited for Dream to fully pull out his cock. Once he had, he set just the tip on Punz's tongue. "Should I make you beg for it, baby?" 

Punz made a dissatisfied noise. 

"No? Okay, I suppose not," 

Slowly he pushed into Punz's mouth until the tip hit the back of his throat. You listened to the sound of Punz swallowed around him attempting not to gag. He didn't give him a chance before thrusting deeply. Punz moaned around his dick making Dream groan in return. His hand grasped at his shirt hastily, getting irritated he finally decided to take care of the shirt. 

Could he just remove his shirt? Yes. Was he going to? No. Instead Dream just bunched it up, holding it in his teeth so he could keep his eyes on the blonde taking his dick. In. Out. In. Out. The slick sounds it made twisted your stomach and clench your thighs. All you could do was watch as the teasing continued. Your eyes glued to the actions of your lovers. 

Dream let out a louder moan, hips stuttering. He dropped the shirt from his teeth as he warned "Gonna cum baby," It was then; Punz's hands moved to grip Dream's thighs, keeping him from moving back. "Filthy thing," Dream grunted, finally cumming down his tongue. 

The dirty blonde pulled out of his throat watching a bit of cum be smeared on Punz's lips. Dream grasped his chin and leaned down to kiss him. "Better go take care of baby, I think they've waited long enough," 

You were about ready to cry as Punz stumbled back over to you. The desire for pleasure was overwhelming at this point. 

"Please Punz promise won't do it again," he chuckled, pouring a minimal amount of lube in his hand. 

"Promise?" 

You nodded your head desperately pulling at the restraints. "Let me out?" 

"Color?" Dream asked. 

"Green," 

"Then you're fine sweetheart," 

Now fully undressed, Dream, had moved onto the bed behind Punz. He mumbled something incoherent against Punz's shoulder before reaching around his waist to stroke his cock. 

"Fuck," Punz sighed breathly, leaning his head back against the dirty blonde's shoulder. The lube on Punz's cock now covering Dream's hand. 

"You'll keep going till I say stop right?" Dream asked him softly, before looking down at you. 

"Yes," 

"Good boy," he bit down on Punz's neck lightly alternating between something of a nibble and a sucking action.  When he moved there was red mark on the blonde's skin. You squirmed watching as Dream continued to leave marks across his throat and shoulder. 

"Please," you shifted thighs squeezing together, you hoped it would relieve any sort of ache for pleasure but it didn't. They now were looking straight at you. 

"Look at them," Dream whispered. "So desperate for you to get started, so desperate for us," he seemed amused by Punz's reaction; slight shudder, and a hand that attempted to swat away his own. 

"D-dream," Punz swallowed, his own hips bucking into the other's hand. "Fuck Dream, stop I don't wan-" the hand was removed before he could finish the sentence. Punz trembled in his grasp for a moment as he fought his orgasm off before leaning down to you. 

His hands grasped your legs bringing them close together. You must have been making a confused expression because Punz chuckled breathily at seeing you. "Shouldn't have mouthed off baby," he grinned, pushing his cock between your plush thighs. 

"I said I was sorry," you pouted, now realizing that you were not going to be fucked like you thought. 

"Oh we know you did angel," Dream came up to your side as Punz began thrusting. 

Every thrust had his cock brushing against you sending pleasure-filled sparks down your legs. Dream had deemed it your turn to receive marks. 

"Moan my name louder and I promise I'll fuck your brains out before I leave later," He whispered to you before starting to harshly mark your skin. 

Punz didn't take too kindly to this challenge when he was the one with his dick between your thighs. "Or don't moan his name at all and I fuck your pretty throat later," both had completely forgotten about why you all were in this position in the first place. 

You squeezed your thighs tighter around Punz relishing in the choked moan that fell from his lips. "Shit baby, tryna kill me?" 

Dream's lips pressed against yours harshly. Whether he desired the taste of your tongue or to silence your answer you didn't know. Maybe his cock fucking against you was just that good, or maybe Dream fucking Punz's throat was just that hot. Either way, you couldn't help but quiver in his grasp. Your thighs were now sticky and wet from the mix of precum and lube. Punz's fingers dug into your thighs. 

Dream was playing devil's advocate the entire time you brought each other to your orgasms. He switched between you two teasing and letting his hands and tongue wander. 

"Maybe I'll fuck you next time while you fuck them," he'd whisper to Punz. 

"You want our love to cum? Paint your skin with it?" He'd murmur to you. 

Underneath Dream's constant filth that spilled from his lips both you and Punz came undone. Your cum on partially you and Punz, his own spraying on your stomach. 

"Clean up your mess Punz," Dream grinned. 

Slowly the blonde leaned down, pressing his tongue against the mess while Dream undid the restraints. 

"Let's get you up on your knees baby, I still haven't had my way with you," 

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You had been taking a nap upstairs while the boys were watching something down. The first few days had been tiring you were almost like a babysitter to the crazy trio.

Did you know you were about to be interrupted napwise? No.

Dream slammed open his studio door, laptop in hand.

"Wake up babe, you know what time it is?"

"Dinner?" You mumbled sitting up. Attempting to rub the sleep out of your eyes you caught his shit eating grin out of the corner of your eye.

"Nope, Sex,"

"What?"

He ignored you clicking play on his laptop and set it down on his laptop. It took a few moments to recognize the music but by the time you had he was a few strides closer.

Cbat. Cbat was playing from this asshole's speaker.

"Dream!" You shrieked as he grasped your ankle. "You are not fucking me to that," you screamed trying to playfully kick him away.

He, himself, is trying not to wheeze. His hands grasped your waist pulling you closer. "But babe-"

"Absolutely not!" You giggled pushing his chest gently. "Dream was taken. No,"

If you listened hard enough you could hear the other two's giggles down the hall.

"You're right," he kissed the tip of your nose. "I accidentally put the wrong song on, one second baby,"

Dream pulled away, fingers twitching.

You watched him move over to his laptop typing a few things.

"Just wait for the ad," he grinned moving into the small bed with you. He had cornered you up against wall of the space, smiling as you wrapped your arms loosely over his shoulders.

"Multi-millionaire Dream can't even pay for youtube to get no ads?" Your fingers scratched into his hair tugging lightly.

His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned his head back slightly. Just as your lips brushed against his throat the music begun playing.

"Du du du du,"

Your grip in his hair turned harsher. "Clay,"

He stiffled a small noise. "Yes my love?"

"You're not fucking me to your Manhunt music playlist,"

He grinned lazily at you. "Not even once,"

"I'll tell you what, you win your IRL Manhunt and I'll let you,"

His head snapped to you quickly.

"Careful! You're gonna get whipla-"

"I'm going to win,"

"I was joking-"

After scaring DreamXD away from you, a literal God, Foolish thought he had no one else to worry about. No one else had the guts to flirt with you in front of the demigod. Until that bastard, George showed up. Having to worry about Dream's bargain and the need to fulfill his debt was already stressful enough. So upon seeing you in the gardens being towered over by someone a little too close for his liking let's just say the day was soured slightly. 

You leaned back from the God in front of you hearing a familiar voice call out to you. "Foolish," you exclaimed. 

The totem hybrid whisked you into a tight hold, away from the brunette. "What're you doing here George and what's with the weird get-up?" 

He only chuckled. "My name is GeorgeHD," 

Things clicked a bit slow for the man behind you but eventually he frowned, setting his chin on you.  "HD? Like XD? I have to deal with another one of you jerks?" 

The look on HD's face was anything but amused. "You don't have to deal with me in any sort of way, I'm only here because something caught my eye," the God responded tracing over your form. 

You dropped your voice to a whisper that hopefully wouldn't be heard by anyone other than your lover. "Maybe we should avoid offending the God and getting struck down?" You offered your hand finding one of his. 

"Well, I'd appreciate you keeping your eyeballs to yourself," Foolish huffed. 

HD chuckled before leaving wordlessly. 

"C'mon I know exactly how to end today. I know you'll like it," you giggled, dragging him along as an attempt to change the mood. Foolish seemed more flustered by the fact of you holding his hand rather than what you were implying. 

The desert was lonesome, which was good because it meant complete privacy. So private that Foolish had built a hidden throne room out in the desert sun specifically made for one thing. You riding him. 

"Wouldn't you agree this is better?" You finally asked after having him begin to open you up on his fingers. 

Foolish watched your hips push back against his fingers. "Yes," he hadn't said much since you both sat out here but you couldn't blame him. 

Your body was covered in gold jewelry he had gotten made for you. Just another claim of his that made him swell with pride. You gasped as he pushed a third finger in. 

Your head tilted back allowing him to mouth at your throat. He could feel every sharp gasp and soft moan as it bubbled its way through you. 

"Please," you begged.

Foolish removed his fingers. "You want to ride or-" 

"just wanna feel," you cut him off. 

"Okay," he hummed, helping you turn around in his lap. 

Hands helped steady you over one of his cocks. It still amazed you that the shark hybrid had two. The tip bumped against your hole, but the hands on your hips wouldn't let you sink down. 

"Foolish," you whined. 

He giggled before letting you take control. You sat down on his cock, sighing as you were finally full. "That's it," Foolish murmured, pulling you back to relax against his chest. 

It was comforting in a way. Sitting in the demigod's lap as you cockwarmed him, your hand absent-mindedly stroking his other cock. His lips pressed against your shoulder, tongue, and teeth lazily working their way to cover you in a sinful design of the shark hybrid's imagination. 

"Foolish," you sighed his name leaning more into his touch. 

You felt a hand reach up to wrap around your cock. He hummed, beginning to stroke slowly. His thumb brushed over the tip. You could sit like this forever, his cock buried deep as he took you apart with his hands. 

The desert sun was slowly setting now. The warm sun rays washed over your body. "My divine love," 

It was a whisper but it made you dizzy just the same. His touch was gentle, mapping out every inch of your body. All for him, just for him. 

When his hand quickened you squirmed. "S-slow down," The orgasm he had been slowly building up was now being barreled towards. 

Opening your eyes that had fluttered shut a while ago you saw you both were no longer alone. You chose not to question how the God had found Foolish's private throne. 

"We're busy," was all Foolish grunted out. 

Your squirming had led to you bouncing lightly on his dick.  

"Is that so?" The brunette hummed. 

You couldn't quite pinpoint the emotion that filled you. There was something about GeorgeHD's hungry gaze that trailed your body that you enjoyed. A sinful desire that melted your bones, made you aware of every burning touch on your body. 

The God was quick to notice and quick to put you down. 

"Seems to me that they need more than just you," he grinned at Foolish before turning his attention to you. "Isn't that right pet? You need another cock to satisfy you?" 

The humiliation of being called out in seconds shivered through you. The next sentence was shocking, as it didn't come from him but from behind you. 

"Is he right?" Foolish mumbled. "I have you spread open on my throne and the only thing you can think about is another cock down your throat?" Your skin prickled as you were called out by both individuals for your need for more. 

"Maybe," 

Foolish removed his hand, leaving you still painfully hard. 

HD frowned. "I don't like sharing my pets but I suppose I could do so just this once," 

The slow, lidded glare Foolish gave him filled you with excitement. "Or maybe I should teach this God who you really belong to baby. We both know it's my name you'll be screaming," 

HD just laughed. "I know why XD likes you. You're funny. Funny and delusional. They'll forget your name by the time I'm done with them," 

There was a challenge in his voice. Maybe if you weren't already so cock drunk from your spot in Foolish's lap you would have realized how slightly dangerous this scenario was. You were going to be lucky to remember your name after tonight. Foolish's hands grasped your hips harshly. 

"Challenge accepted,"

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