#creampying

You had always been outgoing, confident and loud about your opinions. Everyone around you knew your name, you were loud and people had learned to adapt to it.

You were used to being the loudest person in the room, the most confrontational. You always stood up for those who couldn’t, gave them a voice. It was simply who you were.

Somehow it was completely different in moments like these.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Dustin asks, inching closer to you. You stutter over a response, slowly backing away from him. It’s not that you wanted to put space between the two of you, but you had to. Dustin always turned you into some brainless thing when he cornered you like this.

“I-uh-“ You stumble over the words, brain lagging. You bump into the wall, glancing back at it before meeting Dustin’s eyes with a panicked look.

“Cat got your tongue?” Dustin was always the opposite of you. He could be loud but most of the time he was quiet. He was shy and kept to himself. When he did speak he was always soft spoken, always polite. He never talked back, even if he wanted to. At least, that’s what you thought…

“Dustin…I don’t-“ The words die on your tongue when he crowds into your personal space. His face is inches from yours and you can feel his breath.

“Don’t what? Hm?” He taunts, reaching a hand up to stroke your cheek.

“I didn’t…think you’d be here. You said you-“ You pause when his hand drifts lower, brushing over your clothed chest. “Had a class.” You swallow the lump in your throat, meeting his eyes once more. There’s something hungry about the way he looks at you then, primal.

“I lied.” Dustin smirks and your cheeks heat up under his unwavering gaze.

“Why?” You ask meekly.

“Wanted to surprise you. I think I succeeded.” He chuckles, pulling you into him by your waist. You yelp in shock, hands coming up to rest on his chest. “I missed you.” Dustin whispers in your ear. You shiver and he pulls away with a laugh. “Always so sensitive.” He mumbles, finally leaning in to connect your lips.

You kiss him back without hesitation, messily and desperately. You were always the outgoing one, never shy and never faltering. You never stuttered, never wavered…unless Dustin got you alone. You tried to hate it, tried to act tough like usual. Something about him in moments like these…just makes you switch roles completely. He becomes the confident one while you stumble over your words. You couldn’t make yourself hate it, because you really do love it.

Dustin slowly turns your bodies around, backing you up until your legs hit the edge of your bed. You pull away with furrowed brows, turning to look at what you ran into. That’s when he pushes you onto the bed, crawling on top of you before you even fully land.

You never doubted him when he said he missed you, you knew he always did. But something about him and the dark look in his eyes, proves just how much he misses you when you’re apart.

“Dustin.” You whisper. His lips collide with yours, stealing all the words from you. His hands quickly roam down your waist, pushing his hands under your shirt. You pull away so he can take it off of you, his lips traveling down the revealed skin. You can’t form a single coherent thought, all you can do is breathe his name and whine at his touch.

Dustin tugs at your pants as his lips brush wet kisses over your stomach. You help him in his struggle to pull them off your body. He pulls your underwear down with them, throwing it all to the floor like it personally wronged him. (It did.)

He kisses down to your thighs, roughly tugging them apart to lick in between them. Your hands shoot down to tangle into his hair, pulling at his curls. He licks one long stripe up your core before pulling back, making your brows furrow. Your hands fall back at your sides as you watch him undress.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Dustin mumbles. He leans down to peck your lips after discarding his pants and boxers. “I need to be inside you.” He practically whines the words, running his tip through your soaked folds.

“Dusty.” You whimper, hands moving to dig into his shoulders.

“What is it, sweetheart? Come on, tell me what you want.” He says, a coy smirk tugging at his lips. You slowly shake your head, eyes squeezed shut. With your distraction he takes the opportunity to slowly push inside you. Your eyes fly open at the sensation, flitting down to look at where the two of you are connected. You make a little sound at the sight, one that comes from the back of your throat. “You like having my cock inside you?” Dustin asks, kissing your cheek.

“Mhm.” You mumble, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him in further. His cock slips deeper inside you, filling you up.

“Always so shy.” He whispers, kissing down your neck as he bottoms out. “Where’d my confident baby go, hm?”

“Ah.” You moan when his hips push forward roughly. Dustin pulls away from your neck, reaching down you unravel your legs from around him. He pulls them up and rests them on his shoulders, manhandling you into the position he wants.

He drives his hips forward without warning, slamming into your g-spot dead on. You scream at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. He sets a brutal pace, too lost in the feeling of you to care. He pulls loud little ‘ah-ah-ah’s’ out of you with every thrust.

“Dustin!” You shout, hand clutching the sheets like a vice.

“That’s it.” He groans. “Scream for me, baby, come on.” His hips smack against your ass, filling the silence of your dorm with loud slapping sounds.

“Dusty, please, I-I’m-“ You cut yourself off with a loud moan.

“I know, shit…can feel you squeezing me. Come for me, sweetheart.” Dustin whimpers when your walls clamp down on him, milking him for all he’s worth. “I got you, come on.” You come with a scream of his name, so loud that everyone in the building now knows it. “There it is, so good for me.”

“Dustin.” You whine, hands moving to dig into his biceps. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want, I know you can.” He grunts.

“Inside…please.” You cry.

“Want me to come inside you?”

“Yes!” Tears start rolling down your cheeks at the overstimulation.

“It’s okay, baby. I got you, gonna fill you up real good.” Dustin whimpers when he feels himself getting closer. “Want me to give you a baby? Hm?”

“Yes, fuck! Please, please I need it!” You scream, bucking up to meet his inconsistent thrusts.

“Shit.” His voice breaks when he finally comes undone. His cock twitches inside you, filling you with his spend. You whimper at the feeling, hand instinctively resting over your stomach. Dustin presses gentle kisses to your calves before slowly pulling your legs back down. You rest them back on the bed with a soft whine.

“Did I hurt you, sweetheart?” He asks, leaning forward to scatter sweet kisses over your face.

“Mm-mm.” You shake your head, eyes drooping with exhaustion. “Legs asleep.” You mumble. Dustin chuckles in response, pecking your lips before slowly pulling out of you. He soothes you when you cry at the loss, feeling empty.

“You’re okay. I’ll be right back, okay? Gonna get a washcloth.” You nod and kiss him before he stands. He comes back, as promised, and cleans you up with tentative hands. Dustin pulls you close to him after sliding into bed next to you, running his hands through your hair.

“‘M love you.” You mumble into his chest.

“I love you too. Get some rest, sweetheart.” You grumble in protest and he laughs. “I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.”

Jeongin sat on the sofa, his large palms gripping his knees so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His usual fox like charm had vanished, replaced by a cold, intimidating aura that made the air in the room feel thin. His jaw was set in a hard, rigid line, and his dark eyes were fixed on the door, sharp and predatory. He wasn't just annoyed; he was consumed by a possessive rage. Every minute she was late was a minute he spent imagining her laughing with someone else, her radiant smile directed at a man who wasn't him.

When the sound of the key finally turned in the lock, Jeongin didn't move immediately. He let the tension build until the door swung open. As you stepped inside, his gaze pierced through you. He stood up slowly, his tall, masculine frame casting a long, menacing shadow across the floor. The warmth of his presence was gone, replaced by a chilling, domineering energy that signaled the end of your freedom for the night.

"Where the fuck have you been?” He spat the words out, his voice low and dangerous. "Were you too busy sucking some other man's dick to check your phone? If you're gonna keep ignoring my calls like this, you might as well throw that damn phone away."

Before you could even reply, he lunged forward. His movements were aggressive and swift as he bridged the gap between you, slamming your back against the wall. The impact was firm, unyielding. He reached up, his large hand wrapping around your jaw with a grip that was tight enough to command total submission, forcing you to look into his darkened, jealous eyes.

He wasn't just angry; he was vibrating with a frantic, desperate kind of possessiveness. As his large palm clamped around your jaw, forcing your head back, you could see the flicker of pain behind his intimidating facade. His grip was firm, almost bruising, but you knew this was his twisted way of holding onto you, of ensuring you were still his and only his.

"I... Jeongin, please... i was just with friends..." you tried to stammer out, your voice trembling under the weight of his heavy gaze. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, a stark contrast to the coldness of his words.

"Friends? Is that what we're calling them now?" he hissed, his thumb digging slightly into the soft skin of your cheek. He leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, his scent of expensive cologne and raw masculine musk overwhelming your senses. "You think because you're out having fun, you can just forget who you belong to? Every minute you don't answer me, it feels like you're slipping through my fucking fingers."

His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of deceit, any hint that you had been looking at someone else the way you looked at him. His anger was a shield for the terrifying vulnerability he felt whenever you were out of his sight. He didn't want to hurt you, but the thought of losing your attention felt like a slow death, and in his mind, a harsh lesson was the only way to tether you back to his side.

A thought flashed through his mind like a bolt of lightning, dark and primal. ‘And if that lesson meant fucking you till you couldn’t even see straight, then so be it.’ The idea didn't frighten him; in fact, it sent a surge of heat straight to his cock. He wanted to consume you, to leave his mark so deeply on your body and soul that you wouldn't even remember the names of the friends you had been with. He wanted to drown out every other memory of the day with the sensation of him.

His gaze darkened, shifting from mere irritation to a heavy, carnal hunger. He watched the way your chest heaved with every shallow breath, the way your eyes searched his for a mercy he wasn't quite ready to grant. He loved the way you looked when you were intimidated by him. Vulnerably, soft, and entirely under his control. It was in these moments of friction that he felt most connected to you, as if by pushing you to your limits, he could fuse your lives together permanently.

His grip on your jaw didn't loosen; instead, his thumb traced the line of your lower lip with a slow, possessive pressure that was both a caress and a threat. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his hot breath making you shiver uncontrollably.

"Don't look at me with those pleading eyes, Y/N," he whispered, his voice dropping to a gravelly, dangerous register. "You're the one who made me wait. You're the one who made me wonder about what my girl was doing out so late."

He shifted his weight, pressing his strong, muscular thigh firmly between your legs, pinning you more securely against the wall. The dominance in his stance was absolute. He wasn't just going to talk you into submission; he was going to take it. He wanted to hear you cry, but not out of sadness, but out of the sheer intensity of the pleasure and the overwhelming weight of his obsession. He was going to fuck you until the jealousy burned out of his system, leaving nothing but the raw, unfiltered truth of how much he needed you.

His hand slid from your jaw, his long, large fingers tracing a path down your neck before gripping your waist with a bruising force, pulling your hips flush against his hard, masculine frame.

"You think you can just come home and act like everything is fine?" he muttered, his eyes dropping to your lips, his expression softening into something far more predatory than intimidating. "You have no idea what the fuck goes through my head when you're out there, being drop-dead gorgeous and making every man in the room want to kiss and touch you." He whispers in your ear and you shudder at his words. But despite the entire situation, you couldn’t help but.. enjoy this.

Without another word, he hooked his arms under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as if you weighed nothing at all. He began to carry you toward the bedroom, his stride purposeful and heavy. He didn't care if you were tired or if you needed a moment to breathe; his hunger was a starving thing, and he intended to feast on you until the sun came up. As he kicked the bedroom door shut behind him, the sound echoed like a final verdict. The punishment was no longer a threat; it was a certainty, and he was going to make sure you felt every ounce of his cock.

The bedroom door slammed shut with a definitive thud, cutting off the rest of the world and leaving you trapped in his dark, suffocatingly intimate universe. He didn't lay you down gently; he dropped you onto the center of the mattress, the impact making the springs groan beneath you. Before you could even scramble to sit up, Jeongin was over you, his heavy, muscular frame pinning you down like a predator. His eyes were dark, almost black with a mixture of lingering jealousy and an unyielding lust.

"You're going to learn, Y/N," he growled, his voice thick and husky. "You're going to learn that every time you make me wait, every time you make me wonder, youll pay for it."

He didn't waste time with slow undressing. His large, capable hands worked with a frantic, aggressive efficiency, tearing at your clothes until you were left exposed beneath him. He paused for a moment, his gaze roaming over your radiant skin, tracing every curve of your athletic build. The sight of you, vulnerable and trembling under his stare, sent a jolt of pure sadistic pleasure through him. He loved how beautiful you looked when you were overwhelmed by him.

He moved down your body, his lips trailing hot, biting kisses along your collarbone and down to your breasts. He teased your nipples with his teeth, watching with a sadistic sort of satisfaction as you arched your back, a soft moan escaping your lips. He wanted to taste the very essence of your arousal, to prove that even when you were away from him, your body was waiting for his touch.

His hands slid down your stomach, his long fingers splaying across your hips before diving lower. When his fingers found your pussy, you gasped, your legs instinctively curling around his waist. But he doesn’t go straight for the center; he teased the outer folds first, his large palms rubbing against your thighs, making you squirm in anticipation. Then, he parted you, his eyes fixed on the glistening, wet heat of your core.

"Look at you," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "So fucking wet for me already. Did you miss me that much, or is your body just begging for the punishment it deserves?”

He didn't wait for an answer, his eyes never leaving the sight of your slick, swollen folds. Jeongin leaned down, his dark hair brushing against your inner thighs as he buried his face between your legs. The first contact of his tongue was a shock, a long, firm stroke from your bottom to your clitoris that made your hips jerk upward in a desperate search for more. He was aggressive, his tongue working with a rhythmic, punishing intensity that left you breathless. He wasn't just tasting you; he was devouring you, his large hands gripping your thighs so hard he knew he’d leave faint marks there by morning.

"Fuck, Muya... you taste so fucking good," he mumbled against your skin, his voice muffled by your wetness. He used his thumbs to spread you even wider, exposing your clitoris to the cool air before his tongue swirled around it in a frantic, swirling motion. He loved the way you whimpered, the way your fingers tangled in his black hair, pulling him closer as if you couldn't get enough of his mouth. Seeing the tears of pleasure welling in your eyes only drove him deeper into his trance. He wanted to hear you sob his name, to hear you beg for him.

He transitioned from licking to sucking, his mouth creating a powerful vacuum around your clitoris that sent electric jolts straight to your brain. While he worked his mouth, his fingers began to slide inside you, one, then two, stretching your tight walls. He was testing your readiness, his long fingers curling inside you to mimic the thrusting of his cock soon.

"You're so tight... and so fucking needy," he groaned, pulling back just enough to look up at you, his chin glistening with your juices. His eyes were predatory, dark and filled with a terrifyingly beautiful obsession. He reached for his waistband, freeing his thick, heavy cock that was already straining, pulsing with a life of its own. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll forget how to walk, Y/N. You're going to remember exactly who owns this wet pussy."

He didn't give you a moment to recover from the onslaught of his tongue. With a low, guttural growl, he gripped your ankles and hauled your legs up, pinning your knees toward your chest to expose you completely. The sight of your soaking wet, swollen pussy, glistening under the dim light, made his vision blur with pure, unadulterated lust. He positioned the head of his thick, throbbing cock against your entrance, slapping it against your cunt a few times, the heat and heaviness of him making you gasp in anticipation.

"Open up for me, baby. Take it all," he mumers, his voice a dark, gravelly rasp.

He didn't even ease in; he drove himself into you with one heavy, authoritative thrust that bottomed out instantly. The sensation was overwhelming, a massive, stretching fullness that made you cry out, your voice cracking as you felt his entire length claim your tight walls. He stayed still for a second, letting you adjust to the sheer size of him, his eyes locked onto yours, watching the way your expression crumbled into a mix of pleasure and beautiful, desperate pain. He loved that look on you.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he hissed, his jaw clenching as he began to move. He started a slow, punishing rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in with a force that made the bed frame creak. Each thrust was deep, deliberate, and incredibly hard, his heavy balls slapping against your clitoris with a rhythmic, wet sound. "Is this what you wanted while you were out? To be filled up by me like this? To have my cock stretching you out until you can't think straight?" He groans out.

He increased the pace, his movements becoming more aggressive and frantic. He wasn't being gentle; he was fucking you with certainty, as if he were trying to drive his seed into the very core of your being. His large hands moved from your thighs to your waist, his fingers digging into your hips to anchor you as he hammered into you. Every time he hit your cervix, a sharp, delicious jolt of sensation sent you into a frenzy, your cries turning into incoherent pleas.

"Look at how much you're leaking and crying for me, you fucking slut," he growled, his voice a dark, gravelly rasp. "Your pussy was just waiting for my cock to stretch it out, wasn't it?" He groans out, his face contorted in a mask of pure, carnal ecstasy. He was slamming into you like he was trying to merge your bodies into one. The sounds of his heavy wet thrusts, the rhythmic ‘slap, slap, slap’ of his pelvis hitting yours filled the room, a primal soundtrack to jeongin ears.

The sound of your cries, high pitched and desperate, was the only music he needed though. He loved the way your eyes rolled back, the way your beautiful skin flushed with heat, and most of all, the way the tears began to spill from your lashes. He watched them fall, his eyes twitching from how incredibly fascinated he was.

"That's it... fuck, cry for me, you pretty slut," he groaned, his voice breaking as he increased the speed of his thrusts. He was fucking you with a relentless, punishing rhythm, his thick cock sliding in and out of your soaking wet pussy with a loud squelching sound. He was hitting your sweet spot with every heavy, driving lunge, making your entire body tremble and convulse beneath him. "Tell me who you belong to.. Tell me whose cock is stretching you out right now-shit, ngh-”

You moan out louder than you’ve ever before as you scratch down his back, your head thrown back in pleasure. “Fuck, I-ngh- you! I belong to you!”

Satisfied with your response, he leans down, his heavy chest crushing yours, his sweat mingling with yours as he captured your mouth in a bruising, desperate kiss. He tasted the salt of your tears and the sweetness of your moans, his tongue tangling with yours in a frantic dance of dominance. His hands moved to your breasts, squeezing them firmly, his large palms molding your soft flesh as he continued to hammer into you.

"Exactly.. You're mine, every fucking inch of you is mine," he whispers against your lips, his pace becoming almost violent. He suddenly pauses and that causes you to let out a sigh of relief, but that quickly goes away when he shifts his angle, tilting your pelvis up to catch your G spot with every heavy lunge. You gasp out loudly, the sensation was so intense it felt like you were being split open, a beautiful, agonizing fullness that made your toes curl and your vision swim. He could feel his climax building, a tidal wave of heat gathering in his loins. "I'm gonna fill you so full of my cum, Y/N...” He cry’s out.

But Jeongin knows better than to cum before a female does.

He reaches down, his large thumb finding your clitoris even as he continued to drive himself into your pussy. He began to rub you with a frantic, punishing pressure, syncing his thumb's rhythm with the heavy pounding of his hips. Your vision blurred yet again but this time your entire body began to tremble violently as the first waves of your orgasm crashed over you.

"That's it.. take it-shit.” he groans, his own climax building like a tidal wave. He felt your pussy clenching around him in tight, rhythmic pulses, milking him, and it was the final trigger. He let out a long, throaty sound, his body stiffening as he delivered several final, devastatingly deep thrusts. He buried himself to the hilt, pinning you to the mattress with his full weight as he erupted inside you.

He felt his hot, thick semen pulsing deep within your womb, filling you to the brim. He stayed buried inside you, his chest heaving against yours, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your own. He collapsed onto you, his heavy, muscular weight pinning you into the mattress, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps against your damp skin. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the frantic thudding of your hearts and the heavy sound of his breathing. The violent tension of his jealousy had finally bled out, replaced by a heavy, satisfied feeling.

Slowly, he lifted his head, his dark hair messy and clinging to his forehead with sweat. The intimidating, cold mask he had worn earlier was gone, replaced by a look of intense adoration. He reached up, his large, warm palm cupping your cheek, his thumb gently wiping away the tears that still clung to your lashes. He looked at you not as a man who had just finished a punishment, but as a man who had just reclaimed his most precious treasure.

You lie there, trembling and utterly spent, your skin glistening with a mixture of sweat and the remnants of his passion. The heavy, pulsing sensation of him still deep inside you makes your breath hitch as you stare up at his beautiful, fox like face.

"Fuck, Y/N.." he whispered, his voice soft, almost tender, though the rasp of lust still lingered. He leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. "Don't ever do that to me again. Don't ever make me think for a second that you aren't mine."

You nod, a small smile on your face. Little did you know, this was far from over.

The day carried the dull ache of an old bruise.

Work had pulled Y/N from them, scattering her across the day until she was nowhere they could reach, nowhere they could keep her for even a breath.

Perhaps that’s how they ended up here in this predicament, half-tangled in longing and pride.

Y/N was gasping and twitching between the two men, hair plastered to her nape and cheeks with sweat. 

Her clit pulsed with a desperate, maddening ache, each throb a reminder of how empty she felt, how badly she needed to be filled. 

The hunger inside her was a living thing, raw and relentless, spreading heat through her core until every nerve screamed for touch. 

It had started that morning when Giyu and Sanemi finally found her, their competitive energy crackling like lightning the moment their eyes landed on her. 

Two predators suddenly focused on the same prey. 

They'd spent hours trading possessive touches, each trying to prove who could overstimulate faster. 

Don’t get her wrong. Her men were kind. Her men were patient. Her men were understanding.

But today… today was something else entirely.

One look, one soft sigh, and restraint fell apart. 

From there, everything unraveled. Breathless kisses stolen between petty arguments about turns, about time, about who deserved her attention the longest.

It should have been annoying. 

Instead, it made her cunt clench with want.

She was settled into Giyu's lap, the hard line of his cock pressed against her back, each throb leaving a slick trail of precum that marked her skin, a hot, possessive reminder of his barely contained desire. 

His calloused hands cupped her breasts, fingers digging into soft flesh with a deliberate pressure. 

She hummed encouragement, pressing deeper into his grip, silently begging him to squeeze harder, to maul her tits until she was trembling and desperate. 

Sanemi lowered himself between her parted thighs, his calloused hands settling against the tender skin. 

His thumb traced idle patterns along the softness, and she felt the heat of his breath ghost over the wet mess between her thighs before anything else.

Then his tongue dragged through her slick folds in one slow, l stroke, starting at her entrance and traveling upward with the kind of patience that felt like cruelty. 

The wet heat of his mouth sent lightning through her veins, and when he circled her swollen clit with maddening precision, her world narrowed to just that point of contact, that unbearable focus.

A sound escaped her: soft, breathless, barely more than an exhale. Her head fell back against Giyu's shoulder, finding the solid warmth of him there. 

Her fingers found Sanemi's hair without thought, threading through the silver strands and tugging gently, a wordless plea she couldn't quite voice. 

She could feel how wet she was, how obscene it must look: his mouth working between her thighs, tongue lapping at her like he was starving for it.

She should have felt embarrassed, dripping and desperate between them. But she wanted more.

Giyu huffed a small breath, eyebrows knit as his hands gripped her tits with bruising force, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh until it spilled between his knuckles and he found her nipples. 

He twisted the sensitive bud between his fingers, tugging and squeezing with relentless pressure. 

As if he could wring milk from her trembling flesh. 

It was perverted and the thought alone made heat coil low in her belly, made her feel filthy and wanted. 

"Do you like that?"

The words came out as a heated whisper against the shell of her ear, his lips dragging along her jaw in wet, open-mouthed kisses that left burning trails across her skin.

A broken gasp ripped from her throat, her spine arching hard as his fingers twisted her nipples. 

But Sanemi's rough grip tightened on her hips, holding her firmly in place between their bodies. 

His tongue rolled another slow, devastating circle. 

A pathetic, broken whimper tore from her throat, the sound so needy it would've embarrassed her if she had any coherent thoughts left. 

Her hips bucked desperately against Sanemi's mouth, grinding her cunt against his face with shameless abandon as her body hung suspended between their relentless, merciless attention. 

She was nothing but sensation now: caught between Giyu's cruel fingers working her tits and Sanemi's wicked tongue devouring her wet heat.

Sanemi wasn't rushing. 

He never did when he had her like this.

He devoured her like a starving man, tongue tracing every trembling inch of her inner thighs.

Each lick a promise of brutal, relentless pleasure.

She writhed against his iron grip, a desperate, broken whine tearing from her throat as he pulled back, leaving her pussy clenching around nothing. 

Giyu's hands weren't idle either.

His hands kneaded her breasts like a man starving: rough palms sliding over soft flesh, fingers slick with his own spit, each brutal squeeze designed to mark her as thoroughly as possible.

He rolled the aching buds with practiced precision, tugging and twisting until it became a pulsing point of pleasure that had her arching into his touch. 

His other hand claimed her hip with equal violence: fingers digging deep, tracing possessive patterns that promised she would feel his touch for days, a living, breathing mark of exactly who she belonged to.

A soft gasp escaped as she melted into Sanemi’s mouth, quiet laughter brushing against Giyu’s neck. 

Sanemi growled against her inner thigh, his mouth a brand of pure, competitive hunger determined to wrench sounds from her that would make Giyu's efforts pale in comparison. 

"Don't forget about me…," he whispered, as his tongue finally plunged into her, hot and relentless. 

He ate her like she was his last meal, each brutal stroke a calculated assault meant to wrench every single trembling whimper from her body, his only goal to claim victory in who could break her first.

His mouth closed over her clit, tongue flattening against the swollen, desperate flesh and then he looked up. 

Soft at first, then harder, each pulse of his mouth a calculated assault that made her thighs tremble. 

Giyu watched intently from behind, his hands roaming over her body as Sanemi worked her. 

The dual stimulation was maddening: Sanemi’s mouth driving her closer to the edge while Giyu’s hands roamed and teased, heightening every sensation. 

“Y/N,” Giyu whispered against her, the vibrations sending shivers through her entire body. “Do you want my mouth too?.” 

Y/N whimpered, shaking her head, her face flushed as she squeezed her eyes shut. “Wait…no…I’m…” she breathed, voice trembling between protest and need.

Her climax tore through her like a live wire, body convulsing under their combined assault: every muscle clenching, every nerve ending exploding in a violent, desperate release that left her sobbing and utterly undone.

Her thighs clamped around Sanemi’s head, her back arched violently against Giyu’s chest, and her fingers twisted so tightly in Sanemi’s hair it was a miracle she didn’t pull it out.

Through the haze of her climax, she felt the hot, slick flood of her release coating Sanemi's mouth. 

He groaned against her oversensitive flesh, the sound vibrating through her like electricity, his tongue diving back in to lap and suck every single drop as if she were the only thing keeping him alive. 

Each desperate stroke of his tongue sent sharp, almost painful jolts through her trembling body. 

He didn’t stop, his mouth bordered on prayer and ruin both, a hunger so deep it felt like worship.

She collapsed into a trembling mess, muscles twitching uncontrollably, so hypersensitive that Sanemi's smallest breath against her made her jerk. 

And that’s when she felt Giyu shift behind her.

The crude, wet sound of him spitting into his palm cut through her hazy aftermath. 

Her lidded eyes caught the movement: his hand sliding down his cock, fingers wrapped tight, that thick vein on the underside pulsing with each deliberate stroke. 

Her cunt betrayed her, pulsing in a soft, desperate clench that said exactly the opposite: that she was already wet and aching to be filled. He didn’t ask. 

Giyu's hand guided the blunt, slick head of his cock through her drenched folds, each deliberate pass rubbing against her swollen, hypersensitive clit with a precision that made her entire body tremble. 

She let out a sharp, keening whine that was half-pain, half-desperate need, her hips trying to jerk away from the overwhelming sensation even as they pushed greedily against it. 

"Tomioka, wait…" she gasped, the words a broken plea that dissolved the moment his hands gripped her hips, possessive and unyielding.

"Shhh," he whispered against her ear, voice a low, dangerous rumble that sent shivers down her spine. 

"You can take it..."

With that, he notched himself at her entrance and eased her down: one gentle, unforgiving motion that split her open and stretched her impossibly wide. 

Her moan shattered the air, breathless and raw, torn from the deepest part of her as her body fought and surrendered all at once, filled completely. 

The stretch was brutal: a burning, impossible fullness that made her pussy clench and spasm around his cock in violent, uncontrollable pulses. 

Giyu groaned, a deep, ragged sound of pure satisfaction, forehead dropping to her sweaty shoulder as her body proceeded to milk him. 

Then his hands tightened on her hips, and he started fucking her: lifting and slamming her down onto him with a punishing rhythm that made her vision blur. 

Each desperate thrust drove him so deep she felt him in her throat, each upward pull leaving her empty and desperate before he filled her again. 

She was a trembling, incoherent wreck, broken pleas and whimpers spilling from her lips as her head lolled back against him. 

Her pussy stretched obscenely around his length, dripping and swollen. A dark chuckle fell through. 

"Look at her," Sanemi snarled, voice cutting through the room like a knife: rough, commanding, hungry. 

He was on his knees, hand wrapped bruisingly tight around his own thickness, stroking in brutal rhythm with each of Giyu's punishing thrusts. 

His eyes were predatory, fixed on where Giyu's cock disappeared into her dripping, stretched-open cunt, watching every inch of that brutal invasion. 

“Go faster,” he breathed. “Unless you want me to step in and show you how it’s actually done.”

Giyu's response was immediate: a low, feral grunt that transformed into an even more relentless pace. 

His hands gripped her hips, slamming her down so hard the wet, obscene slap of skin echoed through the room, drowning out her broken, desperate whimpers. 

Her head rested back against his shoulder, her breasts bouncing and filling the room with slaps.

He would not lose. Not to Sanemi. Not to anyone.

In one fluid motion, Giyu rose to his feet, bringing her up with him: adjusting and filling her completely. 

Her legs dangled helplessly over his forearms as he supported her weight effortlessly, and the shift in angle made her gasp. 

The new position drove him impossibly deeper, each upward thrust sending sparks of pleasure racing through her core.

Heat bloomed across her skin where their bodies pressed together, and she couldn't suppress the breathless sounds that escaped her lips with each stroke.

A low, appreciative whistle cut through the air. 

Sanemi’s footsteps followed behind them, the heat of his gaze tracking every bounce and shudder of her body as Giyu continued to move inside her. 

When he finally lowered her down, she felt the reluctant slide of him pulling out and a pathetic whimper escaped her throat before she could stop. 

The sudden emptiness was almost painful. 

Her legs trembled beneath her, barely able to support her weight, and she would have collapsed if not for Sanemi's strong arm wrapping around her. 

He pulled her back against his chest, steadying her even as his free hand roamed lower, palming the curve of her ass with possessive appreciation. 

“You really don’t have any patience, do you?” Sanemi drawled near her ear, voice dipped low. 

Y/N’s breath hitched into a soft whimper, and she leaned into him as if he were the only steady thing left.

"Leave her alone and bring her here." Giyu's sigh carried across the room, though there was no real annoyance in it, just that characteristic patience. 

She watched through hazy eyes as his rough hand wrapped around his cock, stroking slowly as he watched them with those intense dark eyes.

A low chuckle rolled from Sanemi, humming through her spine where their bodies met. “So demanding.”

His hands firmed at her hips and she was moving, carried forward across the room toward where Giyu was waiting.

Her legs had gone soft, every step a wobble, but Sanemi held her upright as easily as breathing.

When they reached him, Giyu’s hands came up to her waist, steady and sure, drawing her down. 

She gasped as he positioned her, straddling in reverse, her back to his chest, and then he was sliding back inside her in one smooth thrust. 

The angle punched the air from her lungs. 

From this angle, every shift of his hips hit places inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. 

His waist was warm against her thighs, his breathing slow and sure, his hands gripping her waist just firmly enough to keep her balanced.

“What are you waiting for?” The words snapped through the blur, Sanemi’s tone hard and directive.

His shadow crossed her face as he watched with fond amusement, voice low and certain. “Ride him.”

The order sent a shiver racing down her spine.

A small, desperate sound escaped her, her body already moving on instinct before her mind caught up.

Her thighs trembled as she lifted herself up, feeling every inch of Giyu sliding out of her until only the swollen tip remained inside, stretching her entrance. 

The sudden emptiness made her ache, longing tugging her forward before she eased back down.

There was nothing graceful in her movement now, no elegance or careful control: only instinctive need. 

Her hair fanned out behind her with each rise and fall of her hips. She could feel it sticking to her back. 

Giyu's hands weren't just holding her anymore.

They slid down from her waist with deliberate slowness, teasingly tracing the curve of her hips. 

When his palms cupped the soft flesh of her ass, she gasped, body tensing at the possessive touch.

His fingers dug into the plush softness and she felt the cool air of the room kiss her most intimate spot. 

"Look at that," Sanemi breathed from where he stood before them, his voice thick with hunger. 

Giyu's hands kept her exposed  and there was nowhere to hide from the desire in Sanemi's eyes.

So lewd and open. 

So utterly exposed.

The thought should have shamed her, should have sent her reaching for cover. Instead, it only fed the warmth blooming deep inside her, brighter now. 

Her body responded with a fresh surge of arousal, slickness coating Giyu's cock as she sank down onto him harder, faster, chasing sharp pleasure. 

The obscene sounds of their joining filled the room: each thrust producing a slick, lewd squelch that made her face burn with mortification and heat. 

She could feel the way her cunt made everything slick and easy, the way Giyu's cock slid in and out without any friction, just overwhelming fullness.

She was being so shameless. 

Her back arched involuntarily and she gasped at the shift in angle that made him hit even deeper.

His thumbs traced the stretched rim of her entrance with devastating precision, following the place where his cock disappeared inside her, where her body yielded and stretched to accommodate him. 

The touch was impossibly intimate, as if he were mapping the exact point where they became one.

She tightened around him involuntarily, her walls fluttering and gripping his length in rhythmic pulses. 

"You’re so sensitive here," he breathed, his thumbs pressing just slightly against that rim, making her gasp and arch. "I can feel every time you clench."

The praise sent a tremor through her, before movement above drew her gaze and held it there.

Sanemi stepped closer, positioning himself until he stood directly over her, towering above them both. 

Her breath hitched in her throat.

He stroked his cock with slow pulls, his fist gliding over his gleaming head in a rhythm that made her mouth go dry. 

She watched, transfixed, as his thumb swept over the tip, spreading the moisture gathered there. 

"Open."

The command cut through the haze of pleasure fogging her mind. Before she could fully process, she felt the heated press of his tip against her lips. 

She looked up and met his eyes, wide and breathless, and there was no gentleness waiting. 

Her body was already overwhelmed, caught between the fullness of Giyu stretching her from below and the building pressure coiling tighter. 

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, the sensation too much and not enough all at once.

She obeyed. 

The tip of Sanemi's cock dragged across her parted lips, leaving a glistening trail that made her wetter. 

His hand came up to cup her jaw, thumb pressing against her chin to tilt her face up toward him. 

"Be a good girl and clean it up."

The authority in his voice sent a fresh wave of heat flooding through her already overwhelmed body.

Her lips parted, mouth falling open in surrender, and her tongue darted out instinctively to taste him. 

It was too much. Everything was too much.

Below her, Giyu's length stretched her impossibly full, each upward thrust driving so deep she could feel him in places that made her vision blur. 

"Y/N," he breathed, his voice breathy with barely restrained need. "You just got so tight…does having his cock in your mouth turn you on that much?"

She couldn't answer, couldn't do anything but whimper around the thick length filling her mouth.  

Every thrust drove his cock directly against that spot inside her that turned thoughts to static.

The pleasure didn't stay localized. It couldn't. 

It radiated outward in waves that crashed through her body: making her fingers and toes curl, making her thighs tremble where they were spread wide. 

Her hips moved without conscious thought, grinding down onto him with a desperate, primal hunger that overrode any remaining shred of dignity.

And every time Giyu drove up into that perfect spot, her mouth tightened around Sanemi's cock, her throat constricting in a swallow that ruined him. 

"Fuck…" Sanemi's grip in her hair tightened, his hips stuttering forward as he felt her throat work around him. "She just…fuck..every time you hit that spot…"

"I know," Giyu's voice came out strained, rough with the effort of maintaining his pace. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her steady as he drove up again, grinding against that devastating place. 

She tried to suck Sanemi properly, tried to work her tongue along the underside of his shaft the way she knew he liked, but Giyu's relentless thrusts from behind made it impossible to maintain rhythm. 

Each brutal drive of his hips jolted her entire body forward, forcing Sanemi's cock deeper into her mouth until she gagged, until tears spilled from the corners of her eyes and saliva dripped messily. 

Her technique was sloppy, uncoordinated, she was too far gone to manage anything resembling grace. 

Somehow, that seemed to drive Sanemi even wilder.

His hand closed in her hair, possessive and guiding her where he wanted her to go with quiet certainty. 

Not rough enough to hurt, but commanding enough that she had no choice but to follow his rhythm. 

And that rhythm matched Giyu's thrusts perfectly. 

When Giyu drove up into her, Sanemi pulled her mouth down onto him, creating a devastating synchronization that left her helplessly trapped. 

She was being used. Claimed. Owned. Ravaged. 

A moan tore from her throat beyond her control.

The reaction was immediate and devastating.

Giyu's fingers dug harder into the soft flesh of her ass, his grip turning bruising as he spread her wider. 

The pressure was intense, but it made her hotter. 

Sanemi's hand tightened in her hair, his fist closing around with enough force to make her scalp sting. 

There was no room for coherence anymore. 

The fullness below, the weight on her tongue above, the hands holding her in place, the eyes watching her fall apart: the pleasure of it all blurred together. 

Each pull of her lips along Sanemi's dick sent electric jolts racing through her entire body, the taste of him flooding her senses. 

The sounds filling the room were obscene: skin slapping wetly against skin, the lewd squelch of Giyu's cock driving into her soaked pussy, her own muffled moans vibrating around Sanemi's length. 

Oh, she thought dizzily, her mind beginning to fray at the edges under the relentless onslaught of sensation. It's so good. Too good. I can't…

Her body couldn't keep up with the intensity. 

Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, pleasure building and building until it became a pressure so immense she thought she might shatter from it. 

Her thighs trembled violently where they straddled Giyu, her movements growing erratic and desperate as she chased something just beyond her reach.

I'm going to…oh god…I'm going to….

Her vision blurred, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as she whimpered around his cock.

She couldn't hold on anymore.

Her inner walls clenched down on Giyu with a ferocity that bordered on violent, squeezing and milking as if trying to pull him impossibly deeper. 

She felt him throb inside her, felt the way her pussy fluttered and spasmed around every inch of him.

At the same time, her mouth worked frantically on Sanemi: tongue swirling desperately around his tip, hollowing her cheeks as she took him deeper, swallowing around him as if she could draw every drop of pleasure from his body. 

Ecstasy crashed over her again and again.

The dual sensations were too much. Too perfect. 

She hung suspended in bliss, the world softening as her body shook, held in the space between them.

"Fuck…" Giyu's voice broke beneath her, rough and strained with desperate need. His hips bucked up harder, driving into her clenching heat with renewed force. "I'm…I'm gonna…"

She could feel him swelling inside her, could feel how close he was, and the knowledge only made her inner walls clench tighter around him, squeezing him through her own shattering climax.

His hands gripped her waist with bruising force, fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her down onto him with each desperate, needy thrust. 

He made sure she took every single inch, that she felt him completely, the angle shifting just enough to drag that devastating spot inside her over and over.

The sensation tore whimpers and broken moans from her throat: sounds that were immediately muffled by Sanemi's cock filling her mouth.

She couldn't escape it. 

Couldn't do anything but take what they gave her.

"Good girl," he rasped, his voice thick with dark approval. "So good. Show us how much you like it."

She obeyed without hesitation, she always did, hollowing her cheeks and sucking harder, her tongue pressing firmly along the underside of his cock as if she could coax every last drop from him.

Her chin glistened, slick with spit and precum that dripped in thick, glistening strands down her throat, pooling in the hollow of her collarbone.

Sanemi's thumb brushed across her tear-stained cheek, the gesture almost tender despite the brutal way he was fucking her mouth. 

One moment she was choking on Sanemi's thick length, the next she was grinding down desperately on Giyu's, another orgasm building impossibly fast despite how wrung out she already felt.

"She's close," Giyu's voice came from beneath her. 

"Good," Sanemi growled, his hips rolling forward to push deeper into her throat. "Cum for me. Now." 

Her vision went white at the edges, her entire body pulled taut like a bowstring about to snap. 

"No, cum for me," Giyu countered immediately, his competitive nature flaring as his hands tightened on her hips and he drove up into her with brutal, claiming force.

Their demands came like twin tides, and her body, needy and disloyal as it was, yielded to each in turn.

She came.

A muffled scream tore from her throat, choked and desperate around Sanemi's cock, as pleasure so intense it bordered on pain exploded through her.

"Fuck…she's coming…" Giyu's voice was strained, almost broken. "She's squeezing me so tight I…"

Her body shook violently, caught in the endless cycle of climax and aftershock, unable to come down from the peak they'd driven her to.

She thought they might give her a moment, just long enough to steady herself, to find her breath again.

She should have known better.

The transition was immediate, their movements aligning with synchronicity that stole her breath.

They already knew exactly what they wanted.

He moved quietly, breath hitching ever so slightly, eyes half-lidded, a quiet swallow betraying him.

His arms wrapped her torso from behind, sure and secure, and with a quiet grunt of effort he lifted her.

The sensation of his cock sliding out of her was obscene and she clenched desperately around nothing, her body already mourning the loss.

A soft, pathetic whimper escaped her lips.

They moved her as if she weighed nothing, their attention wholly fixed on keeping her steady.

Their movements were careful, nudging her deeper into a hazy quiet where thoughts no longer held.

As they eased her onto the tatami, the cool weave met her in a contrast so sharp it stole her breath.

For a brief, blessed moment, the coolness soothed her overheated skin. Then the moment passed.

Giyu's hands were gentle when they found her trembling body, his touch reverent now, almost tender, as he carefully eased her onto her side. 

Her limbs felt boneless, heavy with exhaustion, and she couldn't have resisted even if she'd wanted to.

His chest molded to her spine, every ridge of his body fitting perfectly against her smaller frame. 

She could feel his heart hammering against her shoulder blade, the way his breath came in ragged pants that ghosted over her dampened shoulder.

His arm slid beneath her, hooking under her knee with practiced ease. The movement was slow, deliberate, giving her body time to adjust as he lifted her leg and draped it back over his hip.

She could feel everything in this new position. 

The trembling in her thighs as he held her leg up. 

The way Giyu's cock, still hard and insistent, pressed against her entrance from behind. 

Sanemi didn't waste a second.

He lowered himself between her splayed thighs with predatory grace, his calloused hands sliding up the inside of her legs, a deliberate path that made her breath hitch. 

Behind her, Giyu's arm tightened under her knee, holding her leg up and open, keeping her spread wide despite the instinctive urge to close them. 

The first brush of his wild white hair against her inner thigh tickled against skin that was already far too sensitive from everything they'd done to her.

"Shh," Giyu soothed against her ear, his hand splaying possessively across her stomach. 

Sanemi moved closer and she felt his hair brush higher against the crease where thigh met hip, then lower, ghosting over swollen flesh that was still slick.

But he didn't dive in immediately like she expected.

He just... looked.

His intense gaze traveled slowly over her glistening, swollen folds with an appreciation that bordered on worship.

Her pussy was flushed a deep intoxicating color, puffy and sensitive, glistening with the creamy evidence of her previous climaxes. 

The way fresh arousal leaked from her despite her oversensitivity was the most erotic thing he'd seen.

"Fuck," Sanemi breathed, his voice rough with barely restrained hunger. "Look how swollen you are." His thumbs stroked along her inner thighs, so close to where she ached but not quite touching. 

"All this just from getting fucked?"

Behind her, she felt Giyu's chest rumble with a low sound of satisfaction. His arm tightened around her, holding her more firmly as his other hand splayed possessively across her lower belly. "She's perfect."

Sanemi watched, transfixed, as another pulse of arousal made her entrance flutter, fresh wetness leaking down to where Giyu's cock pressed. 

"Please," she whispered, her voice breaking. 

She didn't even know what she was begging for. 

For him to stop looking and just touch her ? 

For mercy from the overwhelming sensations? 

He dragged a single, calloused finger through her slickness, from her entrance all the way up to her throbbing clit in one slow, deliberate stroke.

Every ridge and callous on his finger felt magnified as it traveled through her slickness, gathering the evidence of her arousal and dragging it upward. 

Behind her, Giyu's arms became iron bands around her torso, his grip on her thigh tightening bruisingly. 

"Stay still," he commanded, his voice rough against her ear. But she couldn't stay still. Her hips twisted, her body instinctively trying to escape the intensity even as fresh arousal flooded through her, making her even wetter beneath Sanemi's exploring finger.

"Oh, you’re so sensitive," he continued, his lips curving into a wicked smile. "You’re dripping."

Giyu moved behind her, and she glimpsed the clench of his jaw, frustration sharpening his expression as that competitive spark flared.

She felt the blunt, insistent pressure of his cockhead against her entrance, wet with her arousal and his precum.

He didn't thrust, he just pressed there. 

The tension between them was palpable: both men vying for her attention, for her pleasure, for the satisfaction of making her fall apart completely.

And then Sanemi leaned in.

His tongue was a brand against her oversensitive flesh, hot and wet and absolutely devastating.

This wasn't the frantic, desperate lashing from before. No, this was something entirely different. 

Slower. More deliberate. So much more maddening.

Part of her wanted to push them, but she was so tired and the goodness of it made letting go easy.

Her hips tried to shift, to seek that contact she desperately needed, but Giyu's grip on her thigh kept her pinned exactly where they wanted her.

Sanemi's tongue brushed against her once more.

The flat of it dragged along the outer curve of her folds in one slow, deliberate stroke. The wet heat of his tongue against her oversensitive flesh sent a violent shudder through her entire body.

"Ah…" The sound ripped from her throat, soft and broken, as her thighs tried to clamp shut on instinct.

But Giyu's hand tightened on her leg, keeping her spread wide open despite her body's desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure. 

"None of that," he chided softly, his breath hot. 

Sanemi groaned against her cunt, the vibration sending sparks of sensation shooting through her. 

Then he kissed her there, actually kissed her, his chapped lips pressing against her swollen flesh before suckling gently, drawing out soft, broken whimpers from deep in her throat.

When he finally delved into her core, it was with one long, deep stroke of his tongue that dragged through her folds and made her back arch violently. 

He lapped at her with a hunger that felt endless, his tongue dipping inside her entrance, tasting her so deeply she could feel it in her bones. 

Then he retreated, swirling around her clit with a precision that felt like the sweetest torture, each circle calculated to wind her tighter and tighter.

Just as the first coil of a new orgasm began to tighten deep in her belly, she felt Giyu shift again. 

The arm hooked under her knee adjusted, spreading her even wider, and she felt him move. Felt the heat of his body repositioning, the solid weight of him. 

She was so wet that even the slightest pressure made vulgar sounds, her body weeping with arousal despite how thoroughly they'd already wrung her out.

He pushed into her.

Not with the brutal, claiming thrust she'd grown accustomed to, but with an excruciatingly slow roll of his hips that stole every thought from her mind.

He filled her inch by agonizing inch, the stretch a perfect, burning fullness that made her lungs seize. 

She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. 

Could only feel as he seated himself so impossibly deep, his pubic bone grinding against her ass, his body curved protectively around hers.

Sanemi didn't stop. If anything, he intensified his efforts, his tongue flicking rapidly against her swollen nub as Giyu's cock stretched her open.

"That's it," he murmured against her ear, sending shivers cascading down her spine. "Just like that."

His words were a low rumble that vibrated through her entire body: a primal affirmation that somehow both soothed and inflamed her all at once. 

His arms tightened around her torso, holding her firmly against his chest as he began to move with that same slow, devastating rhythm.

Each thrust was deliberate. 

A deep, rolling push that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her, making her whimper and shudder helplessly in his grip.

Her body was still trembling from the aftershocks of her previous orgasm, but Giyu showed no mercy.

His hips rolled with an unyielding rhythm, the glide of his cock inside her slick and maddeningly perfect. 

"You take me so well," he breathed, voice rough with barely restrained lust. "You're mine, Y/N."

His hands slid down her torso, fingers splaying possessively over her hips before gripping them tightly, guiding her movements as if she were nothing more than an extension of his own body. 

Meanwhile, Sanemi didn't let up for even a second.

He didn't need to be buried inside her to make her fall apart. Didn't need his cock to prove he could. 

"Ah…Sanemi…Oh…" Her voice was breathy, desperate, and the sound of his name gasped out like a prayer sent satisfaction surging through him.

Behind her, he could see Giyu's rhythm falter, could see the way his fingers dug harder into her hips as her body clenched in response to Sanemi's mouth.

He was determined to keep going until her thoughts tangled so much that words slipped away for good. 

Her thighs trembled violently against Sanemi's cheeks, her hips trying desperately to grind against his mouth even as Giyu's thrusts drove her forward.

A low, guttural groan vibrated directly against her oversensitive flesh, the sound rumbling through her clit and sending shockwaves radiating outward. 

"Taste so fucking good," Sanemi's words came out muffled by the wet heat of her pressed against his mouth, but the ravenous hunger in his voice was unmistakable.

His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them even wider as he devoured her, his tongue flicking and sucking with a precision that had her toes curling and her back arching desperately against Giyu. 

The duality was going to destroy her.

Giyu's movements shifted and became slower, deeper, more deliberate. Each thrust pushing so deep inside her that she felt utterly possessed. 

"You're so perfect," he breathed, his voice rough and thick with something that went beyond mere satisfaction. The words ghosted over her ear, making her shiver despite the heat flooding her. 

"I love you so much."

His breath was hot against her skin, ragged and uneven, and when he spoke again, his voice dropped to a whisper that somehow felt louder than any shout. "Cum for me. I need to feel you. Please."

And she did.

She'd lost count by now, was this the fourth? Fifth? 

It didn't matter. 

The orgasm crashed into her anyway, tearing through her body with merciless intensity.

She clenched down around Giyu's cock with a desperate pulsing that she couldn't control, walls fluttering and gripping him like she'd never let go.

"Y/N….fuck…" Giyu's voice broke beneath her, his grip on her thigh turning bruising as he felt every devastating contraction. "You’re…god, you’re…"

She could feel him throbbing inside her, could feel the way he was fighting for control even as she fell. 

Sanemi groaned deeply, his hands tightening on her thighs as he drank her in, his own arousal evident in the harsh, ragged breaths he took between each lick. 

Giyu pressed his forehead against her shoulder, his pace faltering for the first time as he too was swept up in the intensity of her release.

She whimpered softly, tears staining her flushed cheeks as her head hung low, sobbing from the overwhelming pleasure. "Please… I can't take anymore… it's too much… too much…"

His hand shot out, rough and commanding.

He squeezed, his thumb and fingers pressing into her flushed, sweat-dampened cheeks until her lips parted involuntarily, forcing her face upward.

Her vision swam, still hazy and unfocused from the climaxes they'd already wrung from her body. She tried to blink the blur away, tried to focus, but everything felt distant, except for his solid grip. 

His cock twitched violently at the sight of her: eyes unfocused, lips swollen and parted, wrecked.

"Princess," he cooed, the word a rough caress and a command all at once, "you're not done until I am."

Another fragile sound slipped from her, broken, and something in his gaze warmed at the confirmation. 

Her strength gave out and she slid from Giyu’s hold, landing face-first on the tatami in sheer exhaustion. 

Sanemi’s hands framed her face with surprising gentleness, lifting long enough to kiss her cheek.

“I need you to cum a little harder,” he breathed, his voice barely there against her skin. “Just for me.”

Y/N nodded absently, nuzzling into his hand as her lips parted in a quiet sigh, gaze lifting to Sanemi. 

Their eyes met; a nod passed between them. Giyu adjusted on the tatami and opened his arms, an invitation without pressure. “Come here, Y/N.”

She made it to Giyu on unsteady hands and knees before collapsing against him, weak and spent. 

A small twitch ran through her as she buried her face at his throat, drawing in his steady scent. 

Giyu’s arms came around her at once, drawing her close, one hand moving through her damp, tangled hair with a gentleness that surprised them both.

She realized too late that it was a trap. 

Sanemi's hand kneaded the soft flesh, spreading her cheek slightly, and she felt the cool air of the room kiss places that had never been exposed before. 

"Ass up." Sanemi's voice was a gravelly whisper that seemed to vibrate through her bones. The command was absolute. "I want all of you."

With trembling limbs that barely felt like her own anymore, she sought refuge in the only safe harbor available to her. She nuzzled deeper into the crook of Giyu's neck, breathing in his clean, familiar scent. 

Then slowly, so slowly her muscles screamed in protest, she began to arch her back gently. Every movement felt monumental, her exhausted body fighting against the command even as arousal pulsed hot and insistent through her veins. 

Her spine curved, hips lifting and tilting, presenting herself to Sanemi in the most vulnerable, exposed way possible.

"Such a good girl," his palm smoothing over the globe of her ass in a possessive caress. "Presenting yourself so perfectly for me."

Every nerve ending felt raw, hypersensitive from the relentless pleasure they'd already wrung from her body.

Then she felt him.

The blunt head of his cock, so different from Giyu's, rolled over her throbbing slit in one claiming stroke. 

It was rough, possessive, slick with her own arousal and his precum. The pressure alone made her whimper, a broken sound of overwhelmed need.

Sanemi was never gentle. He was a force of nature, wild and untamed. He didn't guide himself in slowly. 

He didn't give her time to adjust.

Her cunt was so sore, so used, so utterly stretched and yet he filled her completely, the thick girth of him a burning ache of perfection that had her eyes rolling and head falling against giyus neck weakly. 

A comforting hum rose from Giyu and his fingers found her chin and guided it away with patient care.

He kissed her before she could think, drawing her choked sounds into the closeness and easing them.

As their lips met, his tongue danced into her mouth, offering a welcome distraction from the steady heat building between them as Sanemi started to move.

And god, did he move.

Each thrust was punishing, a piston-like drive that slammed into her very core with devastating force. 

The wet, vulgar sounds of their joining filled the room immediately: skin slapping against skin, the slick slide of him pounding into her messy cunt. 

Giyu's kiss became her lifeline.

She clung to it desperately, her mouth moving against his with increasing sloppiness as Sanemi's relentless pace stole every shred of control she had. 

Her lips parted on broken gasps, her tongue tangling messily with his as she tried to maintain any semblance of coordination.

"Ah…ah…" Her attempts at kissing Giyu dissolved completely, her mouth falling open against his as helpless moans and incoherent babbles spilled from her lips. "Please…oh god…I can't…"

"Yes you can," Sanemi groaned, his hand coming down on her ass with a sharp smack that made her clench around him. "You're taking me so good."

She could feel Giyu's cock a perfect, long weight pressed against her stomach, flushed and leaking. 

She was seeing stars. 

"Look at her," Sanemi chuckled, his voice thick with dark satisfaction. "She can’t even kiss anymore."

It was true. 

Her mouth hung open against Giyu's, drool sliding down her chin as she gasped and sobbed through each brutal thrust. 

She couldn't form words, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but take what they gave her and fall apart. 

The stretch was breathtaking, a relentless fullness that hit places inside she didn't even know existed. 

Then his hand came down on the back of her neck.

His calloused palm pressed against her nape, fingers splaying possessively as he pushed her down until her face was buried completely in the crook of Giyu's neck, her broken sounds muffled. 

She couldn't lift her head. 

Couldn't do anything but take it as Sanemi's other hand gripped her hip with bruising force, using the leverage to drive even deeper into her pussy. 

The angle was devastating, the fullness unbearable, and she sobbed helplessly against Giyu's throat as her body bounced between them.

"That's it," Sanemi growled, his voice rough with dark satisfaction. "Let him feel every little sound."

And Giyu did. 

She could feel the way his breath hitched with each muffled cry that vibrated against his neck, could feel the way his cock throbbed against her. 

His arms tightened around her trembling body, holding her close even as Sanemi's brutal pace drove her down onto him again and again.

"She's shaking," Giyu breathed, his voice strained. 

One hand came up to cradle the back of her head, not to lift it, but to hold her there, trapped between his gentle touch and Sanemi's commanding grip. 

She heard Sanemi curse behind her and felt his grip on her neck tighten as his hips snapped forward. 

"Fuck…she tightened," Sanemi groaned, his voice thick with dark amusement. "You like being held? Having no choice but to take everything we give you?"

A broken, muffled sound was all she could manage, something between a sob and a moan that vibrated against Giyu's throat. 

Her body moved helplessly between them, bouncing with each thrust, taking everything they gave her with broken sounds that were swallowed by Giyu. 

"You hear that, Tomioka?" Sanemi grunted, his voice strained with the effort of his thrusts. The wet, lewd slapping sounds grew louder, more obscene. 

"All for me."

The taunt hung in the air, sharp and challenging.

In answer, Giyu's hands slid down to her hips, his grip firm and purposeful. He began to grind against her, angling her body just so, meeting Sanemi's brutal thrusts with an tilt of his own guidance.

The angle changed.

Suddenly Sanemi's thick cock was dragging against her front wall with devastating precision, hitting that spot inside her that made her entire body seize up. 

Her body went completely slack between them, all tension draining away as if her strings had been cut.

The orgasm didn't just crash over her, it detonated. 

It ripped through her with a violence that stole her breath, her vision, her very sense of self. 

"Wait…Please…Stop," The scream finally tore free: loud and broken and utterly shameless, echoing off the walls as her body convulsed uncontrollably.

Her orgasm ripped through her without warning, so intense it was silent at first, her mouth falling open as every muscle in her body locked tight. 

She twitched around Sanemi's cock, her inner walls fluttering and spasming, clenching him in a vice-grip that bordered on painful. Then the sound came.

A high, keening whine tore from her throat. 

The pleasure was so intense it felt like dying, like being torn apart and remade in the same breath.

His hips stuttered, his careful rhythm completely falling apart as her body wrung him mercilessly. 

"Shit…Y/N…Stop…I’m…" Giyu's words dissolved into a strangled groan as his own climax hit, his cock pulsing gently as he spilled against her abdomen. 

She could feel him throbbing against her, could feel the exact moment his control shattered completely.

Behind her, Sanemi's rhythm had become brutal, fucking her right through the convulsions, each thrust prolonging the intense, almost painful waves of pleasure that crashed over her again and again. 

With a broken curse, Sanemi buried himself to the hilt and came, his cock pulsing as he filled her cunt. 

"That's it…fuck….take it all…"

She was sobbing now, actual tears streaming down her face as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, each one more intense than the last. 

Hot spurts pulsed into her, filling her in a way that felt almost overwhelming. She could feel Giyu throbbing against her abdomen, each pulse sending another wave of thick warmth flooding her core. 

And Sanemi, god, Sanemi was still buried in her cunt, his cock jerking as he emptied himself with harsh, broken groans that vibrated through her entire body.

She could feel it already beginning to leak out despite how tightly her body still gripped them. 

Thick, warm liquid sliding down her inner thigh. 

The obscene evidence of what they'd done to her, what she'd let them do, oozing out around their  softening cocks and dripping onto the tatami mats.

Her eyes, which had been squeezed shut through most of the overwhelming intensity, began to drift. 

She was dimly aware of gentle hands stroking her trembling limbs. Of Giyu's soft murmurs against her shoulder, praise or reassurance, she couldn't tell. 

Of Sanemi's rough palm rubbing circles on her hip even as he remained buried inside her, neither of them ready to break that connection quite yet.

The warmth continued to leak out of her, a slow, steady trickle that should have been mortifying but somehow just felt... right. 

Like proof of what they'd shared. 

Her breathing finally began to even out, the violent trembling gradually subsiding into occasional aftershocks that rippled through her core. 

Every muscle that had been wound tight as a bowstring slowly, gradually released its tension.

The last thing she registered before consciousness began to blur at the edges was the feeling of being held between them and the warm, sticky evidence of their release continuing to seep out of her. 

We all came together, she thought dimly, the realization somehow both terrifying and deeply satisfying. They couldn't hold back either.

The sounds of the silent city filled his apartment, the lights from the other skyscrapers illuminating his bedroom and the occasional screech of tyres. Chris exhaled, stroking your back as you lay on his chest.

Chris reached over to his side table and grabbed a lighter and a cigarette. Lighting it away from you before rolling onto his back again.

“Can I have a drag?” you asked, resting your chin on Chris’s peck. 

Chris squeezed your ass, shaking his head, resting his cigarette in the ashtray on the side table. “I don’t want you to get addicted to them; it’s a bad habit,” he replied, pulling your body onto the top of his.

“But you're smoking,” you pointed out, kissing his nose. 

“Do what I say, not what I do,” he grunted, his hand slowly making its way down to your clit, his warm hands ghosting each part they came across.

You shuffled down and sat up, straddling his thighs, a lazy smile on your face, and your bare breasts on full display, your nipples hard from the cold room.

Chris slowly began to get hard, his cock standing high and hard, twitching just from your breasts, his smirk getting bigger and bigger. 

“Can you be a good girl and ride my cock?” he asked, grabbing his cigarette and putting it back in his mouth.

“Can I have a bit of it if I do?” you retorted, shifting so your pussy was lightly kissing the tip of his cock, edging him on.

He nodded, placing one arm behind his head, while the cigarette hung out of his mouth. “Yeah, anything to feel you, just– uh! Oh god,” he moaned, your pussy slowly sinking onto his thick cock. 

Chris groaned, feeling your pussy squeeze him; the feeling of his cum still in you from the previous rounds had his cock twitching. He used his free hand to grip your hips, helping guide you back and forth on his cock.

“You always feel like heaven,” Chris grunted, closing his eyes.

You let out a high ‘hm’ in return, trying your best to ride on his girthy cock. Even though it has been in you more times than you can remember, you never adjusted to it. Always tight, and sucking him in for more of you, and that drove Chris wild.

You grinded as much as you could, but your legs slowly began to give out after only a few minutes. It was hard for you to take his cock let alone straddle his thick, juicy thighs.

Chris noticed this, sitting up and lifting you with ease, up to adjust his position with you, moving both of you into the middle of the bed, and adjusting the position to the lotus pose. 

“Is it too much for you?” he asked, easing you back down to his cock. 

You shook your head, your arms wrapped around his neck.

“M’just too big,” you whispered, your head resting on his shoulder.

He let out a short chuckle, pulling back to look at your face. He took a drag of his cigarette and put it in your mouth with a smirk. 

“Hold onto that for me, will ya?” he asked rhetorically, his hands gripping onto your waist and thrusting up into you. 

You let out a moan, your eyes rolling back into your head as he fucked you. His cock was twitching now and then.

“God, you take me so well, baby,” he groaned, looking at your spaced-out face, the cigarette barely hanging from your lips. “Gotta be careful, don’t want it to fall out and burn you,” he smirked, pushing it a little bit back into your mouth.

“Chris,” you moaned, your back arching, causing you almost to fall over. He adjusted his position once more, putting you onto your back, lifting your legs and dragging you to the edge of the bed. He stood up, pulling himself out a little bit, leading you to whine.

“I know, baby, just gimme a second.” He whispered, trying to sympathise with you. He grabbed his cigarette back from your mouth and put it back into his before slowly thrusting back into you.

With your legs up on his shoulders, so he could hit your G-Spot better, purposefully twitching his cock against it to tease you. 

“Chris!” you cried out, tears streaming down your face from the immense pleasure, unintentionally squeezing his cock.

“God, you’re gonna make me fucking cum right now if you squeeze like that again,” he grunted, slowly beginning to get into a steady rhythm of thrusts.

Your mind began to numb from the pleasure. After the multiple rounds in one night, your body was reacting faster and faster to him.

“Mm’not gonna be able to last long, Chris,” you slurred, eyes fluttering on each thrust. 

“Same,” he replied, his pace already picking up. “You’re just so goddamn addictive–” you unintentionally cut him off, squeezing his cock when he hit your sweet spot again.

“Oh shit, squeeze like that again, I-I goddamn…” he muttered, making sure his thrusts would hit the spot every single time. 

Soon, you felt that feeling in your stomach, and your legs began to shake, even with Chris holding onto them for support. His mouth fell open, his cigarette fell on the bed beside you, but you both ignored it too indulged in the pleasure.

“Chris– oh god–” you whined, arching your back even more, grabbing the bedsheets. Chris smirked, moving his hand down to your pussy.

Chris had a smug grin spread across his face as he pinched your clit and began tweaking it. 

That pushed you over the edge, your body spasming, and your walls clenching around his cock, causing him to unexpectedly cum.

“Oh god!” he whimpered, Chris hunching over you, burying his face in your neck, your legs falling to his hips.

Chris felt your arms clutch his back, your nails digging into him, while your body still spasmed.

“ImsorryImsorryImsorryImsorry.” Chris whimpered into your ear, letting his cum leak into your womb 

After a few minutes, Chris pulled away, seeing your face embedded with bliss. He slowly pulled out a while breaking from you. 

“I know, baby, I know,” he sympathised, kissing your upper thighs. Chris noticed the cigarette on the sheets, noticing it had burnt a hole through them. “Ah, shit,” he sighed, grabbing it and absent-mindedly letting your legs fall.

You let out a whine in discomfort as Chris lost focus. 

“Oh shit, sorry baby,” Chris replied, putting it out in the ashtray. He walked back over to you and lifted you, and carried you into the bathroom and put you on the counter.

“M’wanna go back to the bed–” Chris put his finger to your lips.

“Just gotta change the sheets, baby,” he whispered.

You leaned against the mirror, the cold surface keeping you awake, but it slowly became warmer with your body heat, helping you drift off. 

“Do you want me to clean you up?” Chris asked, picking you up, you shook your head, nestling your head in his neck, Chris put you in bed, crawling in with you and holding your body close to his.

The sounds of his apartment are still silent, except for your steady breath lulling Chris to sleep.