#cw.breeding

It was almost too much, the hard stare from your lord and the gentle mouthing of Thoma. Your face was warm and you felt faint, your cunt was thoroughly used as your legs were bent to your chest once more. Thoma just couldn't help himself when it came to your sloppy pussy. The lewd squelching it made drove him mad as he whimpered, his flushed face glancing up at the icy haired man who was sitting on the foot of the bed.

"My lord please let them cum again! I would like to make them cum again." Thoma's words were barely registered by you. Your eyes rolled as drool was trailing its way down your chin, each of Thoma's frantic but strong thrusts lurched your body. Your hips rose which formed a roll, the same roll that your beloved lord kisses and praises so much. the same roll that leads to him breeding you endlessly where he should be doing clan work.

Ayato just gave a charming smile, watching Thoma rut pathetically against your spent body, knowing that you simply couldn't cum anymore than you had. The way your eyes rolled and how your body grew lax beneath the pyro user was the tell tale sign that you were gone. not a single thought in your head as Thoma continuously fucked your sweet cunt.

You babbled, hands weakly clawing at Thoma's shoulders. The sting from your nails earned a hiss from him as he bottomed out, his balls tightening as he nearly came. He bit down on his bottom lip, his hands digging into the soft fat that sat on your hips, his fingers digging into the warm flesh as he squeezed. He drew his hips back and nearly groaned at the sight of your cream soiling and coating his cock. He grew dizzy from the sight alone as he looked back up at his lord.

"Pl-please M'lord... Just one more.. O-One more please." He begged, his gaze drifting down as his mouth watered slightly. The evident bulge that was hidden behind those tight pants Ayato always wore left little to Thomas' imagination. The tight strain was definitely uncomfortable but it was bearable when he was allotted the scene of Thoma whimpering and begging whilst he was balls deep in you.

Your stomach rolled more when Thoma pressed your legs tighter to your chest with his shoulders, his hands gripping at the soft love-handles at your hips as he saw white. His cock twitched, cumming as he took heavy and shaky breaths. He kept you pinned firmly beneath him as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck panting and basically huffing your scent. His chest was heaving as you could only lay there and take everything he's giving you.

Ayato watched thoma closely, his cool gaze never leaving the both of you as he stood, calmly walking around the bed to where thoma had you folded in half beneath him. He ran a gloved hand up Thoma's back slowly, the cold leather of it sending a shiver down his spine as he weakly lifted his head, only for Ayato to grab his chin. "Be a good boy Thoma and pull out for me."

He nodded with a flushed face, slowly leaning up as he pulled himself from your stuffed cunt, his gaze glued to the way the mix of cum seeping from you. A soft whimper leaving you when he was gone from on top of you, feeling empty as the sticky mess dripped down your ass. Your chest heaving as you finally were able to catch your breath, taking the brief moment to relax. Ayato smiled softly at the sight of you, his pretty dove, so divine laying on his bed thoroughly used by his housemaid.

Ayato leaned over and cupped your face, pressing a soft kiss to your nose to catch your attention, watching your hazy gaze shift towards him as he smiled softly, "There's my baby... Are you okay after that?"

His question almost went unanswered until you gave him a soft nod, still too dizzy on your high to form a coherent thought. Closing your eyes, you leaned your head into his palm, finding comfort in the cold leather gloves that he wore. Ayato let go of your face briefly, turning to grab the warmed towel that he had prepped a few minutes prior as he gingerly wiped your face free from the spit and drool that coated your chin.

He continued to wipe down your body, dragging the warm rag over every soiled part of you, leaning down to trail soft kisses and mumble praises onto your freshly cleaned skin. Each of his kisses and mumbles warmed you, your hand lazily finding his head as you rested it on the back, playing with the pale strands. He focused his praises and kisses to your sternum, peppering the skin gently with his adoration. He worked slowly, the towel being dragged between your legs as he cleaned you up, being mindful of how sensitive you may be after having multiple orgasms ripped from you.

He tossed the towel away when he was done, sitting down on the bed as he drew you into his arms. You curled against him, nestling your face in his chest as you relaxed in his arms, comforted by his warmth. His attention turned to Thoma, who had just returned from freshening himself in the bathroom, coaxing him over with a wave of his hand. "Come Thoma, it's time to relax now."

But your father never stops riling against the work that is required on the land, to feed himself and his family. Every single day he complains, even with your brothers now working along also. His resentment seems to encompass the idea of labour as a whole. (Perhaps that is the reason he was assigned this curse. You could hardly think of a worse way to punish such a self-conceited man.) Again and again, you've listened to him complain.

He hates the calluses on his hands, a result from holding his tools for hours at a time. The scars on his arms from yanking thistles out of the ground and their merciless yanking on his flesh. The dirt that gets stuck underneath his broken nails. The sweat and grime that cover his body in layers and layers and layers. The way his body has become thin and lean, a tightly bound knot of muscle and nothing else, clearly outlining his missing rib.

("When I get the fuck out of here," he'd say, hair sticking to his forehead and a mouthful of hard bread in between his jaws, "I am never going to stop eating. Not even for a fucking second. I looked so much better when I had shit to eat!")

You've asked to go outside. You're sure that you could help, like your brothers do. You'd kill to feel the dirt underneath your feet, the wind against your skin, the sun glaring in your eyes. Instead, he keeps you inside, always and forever. Not even your mother is chained up as tightly as you are. You simply aren't allowed to leave.

Instead, you have your own purposes at home. When your father returns from another long day of working the land, angry and miserable and exhausted, you're there to take the edge off. He'll slump back wherever he's seated, and let you do all the work for him.

because izuku would be so adamant on going in raw, tells you that it's right, that you don't need to be on the pill anymore.

"i want kids," he tells you, pressed up against your back, nuzzling your neck from behind. "i want you to carry my kids."

rawawfreraewewhewhhahw and he's so insistent about it, going absolutely pussy drunk the first time he's in you raw. babbling stupid, telling you how soft and tight you feel, fuck, his dick bumping against your cervix. "gotta knock you up," he's groaning into your chest. "you gonna let me? gonna make me a daddy?"

and you're obviously not faring much better, pulling him closer and closer, wrapping your legs around his waist to trap him in. "want to," you're mumbling in between whimpers and whines. "wanna have your babies, please."

embarrassing, he's so embarrassing. you whine and bring your arm over your eyes, clenching unintentionally at how he can read you so easily. how your body talks to him for you. there's nowhere to hide from him.

"shhhh, that's what i'm here for darlin'" he coos, breathless. dreamy, almost. your embarrassment is short lived, thankfully, the heavy slap of his balls against the sensitive skin of your ass distracts you before long, a creamy ring of white coating the base of him and the coarse messy pubes that lie there in the process.

hips slap into yours so hard you're pushed up the mattress with each thrust, sore tits bouncing in time with his dark maroon curls as you mewl into his mouth at his strength. pitchy ah! nh! ah's! as your nails dig crescents into his strong biceps to ground yourself. the grip he has on your hips forcing to focus on what he gives you.

your tanjiro had never been this...dirty before, always soft kisses and gentle touches, slow strokes in missionary while holding your hands. reserved, always treating you like you were made of glass. you could barely wrap your head around how he drilled his cock into you now, harder than your poor body was used to, saying things he always told you weren't "fit for a pretty miss like you" giving it to you like never before; like he'd gotten tired of keeping up the sweetheart act.

strong, scarred hands come to cradle your cheeks, angling your head down to rest his forehead on yours. "i'm gunna give you what you need, angel" he promises. pulling you into a kiss that's all tongue before leaving a trail down your neck. you nod and hiccup under him, unable to do much else.

"tanji-" you cry, his mushroomed head prodding at your sweet spot too fast and just right, "i'm- nhh! i'm gunna!-" "yeah," he groans, "i know." just as quickly as your orgasm washes over you he's changing positions, moving his hands out from under you to grab your thighs and push them into your chest, you squeal and kick at the way he plays with your body like a doll, the new angle makes it feel like he's somehow deeper inside you, making it feel like it's too much. like he's gunna reach your womb if he's not careful.

he drives himself inside you as you gush around him, your cum squirting down his abdomen to his balls in spurts. he takes a deep breath in and moans, loud and strained, head rolled back as his cock twitches inside you -voice an octave lower when he speaks.

"fertile, you're ripe" embarrassing, he's so embarrassing. he's pounding into you like a dog, your body overstimulated and twitchy, garbled whines and cries come out when you try and tell him to slow down, to hold on- wait.

you feel his cock kick inside you again and he whines, his hands squeezing you tighter as he pulls out completely and pushes all the way in in one final punishing thrust, balls throbbing against your ass as ropes of hot, sticky , potent cum spill into you. you squirm under him, just barely coherent enough to fist one hand in his hair to get his attention, the other weakly pushing at his tummy.

"tanjiro," you whine, the last syllable of his name drawn out and whiny. "n-not inside, you haf't p-pull -ah!" teeth in your neck cut you off, his tongue running over the mark before pulling you into a kiss, uncoordinated and messy as he pushes his tongue in your mouth, leaving no room for protest.

tamaki was a very smart man. he was also extremely socially awkward so he'd spent most of his time doing school work and made the effort to build up his academic skills instead of his social ones. in a way you complimented him, you'd always been the social type, happy-go-lucky and quick to toss out a smile. your bright, ditzy personality had enthralled tamaki, along with your pretty features. 

It was no secret you struggled with school, hell, you'd cried many a time into tamaki's warm sweaters after a failed test or a low grade, complaining about your professors and their lectures you just couldn't stand. tamaki's spent hours rubbing your back and quietly asking you questions in a soft tone you could never get sick of. he always wanted to know the most he could, and it was nice to be listened to, and despite not sharing your problems he did his best to understand and empathize.

he wasn't exactly the best at comforting others but he did do well coming up with solutions.

tamaki, the sweetheart, had made it a regular thing to have you over at his apartment for study dates. it was still relatively new, and you'd kind of hated it at first, not wanting him to have a front row seat of you struggling to understand your schoolwork. it was embarrassing . . . but tamaki was always so patient with you. you weren't studying the same exact stuff as him due to your major, but tamaki had the brains to magically help you with most things.

sometimes, it was just nice to sit next to him while you worked, you know, for moral support.

tamaki was working at his desk as usual, leaving you to sit on his bed with your paper notes and laptop flipped open. the screen had gone dim after you spent way too long blanking on a question. you pouted, huffing quietly and casting a puppy eyed look towards your boyfriend. of course, he wasn't looking at you, too busy pouring over his work, the geek. which was a shame, since you'd gotten all dolled up before coming over in a last attempt to take his mind off school work and in turn get you out of studying. it wasn't all bad, but you'd rather do anything besides stare at printed words that blurred together way too quickly.

you had the cutest blouse on, it had a low neckline that showed off your chest, accentuating your breasts in a way you knew tamaki liked. around your neck hung an expensive pretty necklace tamaki had given you for your one year anniversary, the golden locket shiny and attention grabbing below your collarbones. a soft pink cropped sweater was draped over your shoulders, the buttons left undone to show off your outfit. you even put on the miniskirt he complimented you on that one time! it was just short enough that if you bent over he could see your ass, and it had a plaid patterning that matched one of his brown argyle sweaters he wore on top of a classic white button up. what was even better was that he was wearing it right now, unintentionally matching with you!

you even brought out the thigh highs, and yet tamaki had barely given you a once over when he opened the door for you, already wearing his reading glasses. he just smiled all small and cute before he welcomed you inside like he normally did.

you sighed loudly, looking at tamaki out of the corner of your eye. tamaki's head just barely twitched in your direction, his middle finger swiping along the mousepad of his computer.

you sighed again and collapsed back onto his many pillows, more obviously staring at his pretty side profile.

tamaki looked at you this time, thin eyebrows furrowed, "what?" He whispered. which was funny, because it wasn't like you were in the library and had to be quiet.

"i'm bored." you complained, glossy lips pouting some more.

". . . what're you working on?" he asked instead of acknowledging your complaint, pushing away from his desk in his rolling chair, spinning to face you slowly. his legs were spread and he leaned to the left to rest his elbow on the armrest, propping his chin in his hand. His narrow eyes were almost bored looking, but the little shine in them gave away his amusement he felt towards your whining.

you glanced nervously at your half assed writing. "umm."

"well . . . do you need help?" he offered plainly when you didn't give him an answer.

you squirmed, "no . . ." the single word was mumbled out unsurely, and tamaki breathed out of his nose in an almost chuckle.

"i'm sorry you're bored, but you need to get your work done, okay?" is all he said before he turned back to his desk. "you're doing great." he praised, facing his computer again.

'doing great', yeah, sure.

instead of doing as he asked, you simply gazed at the slope of his wide shoulders, his sharp elegant features softened by his knit sweater which was attractively rolled up his forearms. his dark hair was a messy nest of cow licks and untamed locks. The smaller hairs at the base of his skull curled adorably, and your fingers itched to play with the soft strands. His thin black reading glasses sat low on his nose and he pushed them up casually, eyelashes fluttering behind the prescription.

you shuffled off his blue bedding, your papers crumpling and your computer flickering off. you shed your sweater in an attempt to show more skin and got behind your boyfriend, slipping a hand to the nape of his neck. your painted fingernails creeped up his shoulder blades and itched at his scalp. tamaki shifted in his seat, making a small pleased sound.

"actually, i think we should take a break." you decided.

tamaki shook his head, "i--i have a bit more to do. i'm sure you do, too."

you ignored him and pulled his chair back far enough that you're then able to pad forward and sit on his knee. tamaki grunted, "woah, hey," quickly he helped you shift to sit comfortably on his lap, his arm looping around your waist. your skirt in this position didn't do a good job covering you up but it wasn't like you minded.

you smiled at him sweetly, knowing you were getting your way.

tamaki just rolled his eyes in return, squeezing your middle and scooting back to his desk.

tamaki held you close with one hand and used his other to type on his computer and flip through his textbook. "you're so needy." he sighed, not glancing up at you when you wrapped your arms around his neck, restricting and distracting him even more. you giggled, not denying the fact you really were needy.

you analyzed his handwriting, the letters scrawled shakily but neatly in the blue lines of the paper. you noticed he didn't dot his 'i''s sometimes. you were curious to see he was working on entomology stuff.

you pointed at a word, "what's this mean?" oh, yeah, you were going to bug him until he paid attention to you.

"hm?" he hummed, glancing at your finger. "'s just vocab." he dismissed you in a low mumble.

you pouted and pointed at another word, "what about this one?" this went on for five minutes, you repeatedly asking dumb questions to hopefully gain attention that lasted longer than a moment.

tamaki groaned and you shut up at the irritated sound. he paused for a good couple seconds and then started grabbing his papers, piling them together and then placing them in his textbook, using them as a makeshift bookmark. he shut his composition notebook and set everything aside, clearing his desk efficiently.

hope filled your stomach, you almost let out an excited squeal at your quick victory, but it died in your throat when he rolled the chair to his bed and leaned over dramatically to gather all your work. you ended up leaning with him at the shift in gravity, grabbing the chair to steady yourself.

"what're you doing . . ?"

"if you wanna ask questions, why don't you work on these ones first, huh?" tamaki fanned out your papers on his desk, giving you a pointed look.

tamaki leaned over again to scrabble for your laptop. he didn't make you get out of his lap when he strained to gather your things, it was endearing. he actually held your waist tighter, being sure to support you.

you groaned, squirming like a brat and shaking your head, "noo . . . tamaki . . . i was just kidding," you buried your face in his shoulder and screwed your eyes shut.

tamaki turned your laptop back on and pulled up the questions you'd been procrastinating to complete.

"c'mon, at least look at it." tamaki murmured in your ear, his voice noticeably lower and raspy. he placed a hand on your thigh, long, warm fingers beginning to fiddle with the patterned fabric of your miniskirt. your face grew warm at the action, and you hesitantly pulled away and did as asked despite your protesting.

you stared at the questions and your lack of answers. why couldn't there be more multiple choice stuff? at least then you could try and guess and get it done.

you shook your head, frowning.

"what is it?" he asked, and his hand squeezed your thigh again.

"i . . . i don't know what to do . . ." you admitted.

"is my girl too dumb to understand?" tamaki slid a hand up to cup the back of your neck, gently angling you to look at the daunting practice questions. your eyes widened at the shift in tone, and a burning warmth washed throughout your body and settled between your legs. your eyes went heavy at the 'my girl' paired with the degrading words, and you whimpered pathetically when tamaki pinched your nape.

"the only thing you know how to do is look pretty. guess you're too stupid to do anything else." he sighed factually, and you nodded in agreement, it was true, he was right, he was always right.

you're still forced to look at the laid out notes, your laptop screen glaring at you, but it was pointless because you could barely even process it all, heavily distracted by the way the hand that wasn't on your neck crept under your skirt to cup you through your panties. your clit pulsed against his hand steadily, your heartbeat keeping up in perfect rhythm.

"you're so gorgeous. i know you got all prettied up for me, i bet you wanted my cock as soon as you got in here." his fingers lazily rubbed at your clothed lips, your clit aching and pussy clenching around nothing, shame filling your tummy because you really had wished he'd stuffed you full forever ago.

"isn't that right?" he grumbled, pressing his middle finger against the damp spot over your hole.

"y--yes." you cried softly, face scrunching up and your lip jutting out guiltily. at the same time you felt so incredibly pleased that he had noticed how you had dressed up for him, and that he liked it.

"you're such a slut. i bet you're wearing your nice panties too," tamaki scoffed softly, "lemme see . . ." and he flipped up your skirt, humming indifferently when he found out he was right.

embarrassed, you pressed the back of your hand to your mouth, bashfully keeping your eyes down on your exposed lap.

"look at that." tamaki taunted.

tamaki went back to stroking you through your cute panties, the white lacey ones with intricate flowers and berries sewn into the delicate satin. tamaki shifted in his chair, "spread your legs for me?" he requested, giving you a hint that he'd stop if you wanted him to. as if you'd choose work over tamaki's fingers rubbing at your cunt.

you lifted your leg and placed your foot on the seat of the chair, dropping your hand on your knee to keep it up securely. you looked at him from under your lashes and tamaki nodded.

"you may be dumb but you're still a good whore, aren't you?" 

he tugged your panties to the side before you could answer, not bothering to give you any warning, instead running his fingers through the slick heat that had built between your legs. the gentle touch had you closing your eyes, a breathy sound escaping your throat. his warm fingers carefully swirled around your gooey entrance before slipping up to circle your puffy clit with the slick he'd gathered. tamaki's other hand was still firmly gripping the back of your neck, keeping you in place and giving you a physical reminder that you were just his plaything and he could hold you however he wanted.

"oh, you're so wet already. i was just trying to be a good boyfriend and help you be a better student." there was disappointment in his voice and your pussy fluttered at the way his pointer finger tapped against your clit thoughtfully.

"i know . . 'm sorry." you slurred stupidly, your hips twitching and softened voice pitching higher.

"i know you are." he abandoned your sensitive bud, instead easing a long finger into your warm pussy. he curled the digit, pulsing it inside you against that bundle of nerves that made your thighs shake. you opened so easily for him, cunt making little slick sounds with every press of his fingers, so loud in the quiet of the room.

you let out a small moan, curling your toes in your thigh highs, gripping at tamaki's sweater desperately when his palm grazed your clit. tamaki added a second finger with no problem, "i have an idea." he announced over the sound of another one of your moans and your eyes slit open curiously.

"mm . . . what?"

"i'll tell you in a bit."

you didn't complain, simply aching as you melted atop of him.

tamaki took the time to finger you until you were squelching against his knuckles and wetting your panties, your thighs sticky with the hotness of your arousal. tamaki spat on his three fingers before returning to your heat, rubbing back and forth along your clit and watching the way your face contorted in pleasure at the warm makeshift lube. tamaki eased the digits inside you and spread them, stretching you open wide before he resumed guiding them deeper. each pulse of his fingers had his forearm flexing, the veins there more prominent than they usually were.

you had dissolved into a panting whimpering mess, unaware of the drool on your chin, lazily swaying your hips to the thrust of his fingers. his were so much bigger than yours, in both circumference and length, filling you so nicely you couldn't help but revel in the pleasure knotting up in your tummy. you pushed his sleeve up his arm, greedily digging your nails into his skin.

tamaki, too smart for his own good, noticed the signs of your orgasm building and he pulled his fingers away from your creamy pussy. a thin string of slick connected him to you, and he groaned softly at the sight.

you whined, "'makii . . ." and dropped your head on his shoulder, cunt clenching and gaping around his absence.

"quit it, i spoiled you enough." tamaki's thumb rubbed at your shoulder affectionately.

"yeah, spoiled my orgasm." you hissed, wiping the drool off your lips.

he ignored you, releasing the back of your neck.

"we're gonna work some more," tamaki tugged his sweater up his abdomen and undid his belt, sliding the brown leather out of the mechanism, and next unbuttoned his pants. he didn't seem to care your slick was still coating his fingers.

"huh?" you eyed the sizable bulge in his jeans you've failed to take the time to notice.

tamaki flustered for a small moment, his cheeks pinkening. he moved to take off his glasses but you stopped him, "wait, you always take them off when we have sex," you told him.

he stared at you, his pointier-than-normal-ears going red. "i--i do?" his voice shook for the first time since you'd gotten in his lap. it was cute. it reminded you of when he had been a virgin when you first met.

you nodded, "yeah . . can they stay on . . ? they look really cute on you." you leaned in and dropped a soft kiss to his blushing cheek. you heard his breath catch in his throat. his hand trembled against the side of his face and he pushed his glasses up his nose instead of taking them off.

tamaki cleared his throat. "sure. thank you." once he composed himself he cupped your cheek with his clean hand and drew you in for a real kiss. his dark eyes slipping shut and yours following. his lips were soft, familiar with your own and you smiled against them.

the hand that wasn't on your jaw was apparently pulling out his cock, because when you separated and he told you to get up, his dick was resting against your thigh.

"strip. leave the skirt 'n socks."

obediently, eagerly, you listened and began to strip. while you did that he pushed his pants and underwear down, not bothering to kick them all the way off. you watched him angle his heavy length up so he could spit on his dick before he held a hand out in your direction to beckon you back, and this time when you sat back down, his cock made its way into your needy pussy.

you moaned when the fat head popped inside you, the first thick inches of his dick sliding in next and the rest was quick to follow. tamaki groaned from behind you, his hands settling on your waist, strong fingers easing you down. you clamped down on his aching cock, wiggling your hips and arching your back, stabilizing yourself by holding onto the armrests of the chair. you had tossed your panties aside when you were up but kept the skirt, the bottom of it brushing tamaki's spread thighs.

tamaki flipped it up over your ass to watch you sink down on his cock, letting out a soft 'fuck' under his breath.

you bounced on him for a couple blissful seconds, dropping your head forward and moaning, happy to get your pussy filled. but then a sudden violent realization came over you and your eyes flew open, your body heating up by a couple hundred degrees, and your movements abruptly stopped.

you looked over your shoulder, gaping, "tamaki!"

"what?" he asked worriedly, palming your ass, his breathing irregular.

"we forgot a condom!" you squeaked.

he blinked at you and relaxed slightly, "do you want one?"

you were shocked at his question, tamaki was always on you about having a condom, he was a worry wart. even if you always had protection he sometimes worried you'd somehow get pregnant.

your pussy fluttered around his cock, your brain fuzzy with pleasure at the fact you could feel every detail of it, every vein and curve that made his dick so addicting. he was so warm and big, it felt so good like this. you grinded subtly into his lap, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought about the question. you were on birth control.

shyly, you shook your head. "no . . ."

"that's what i thought. dumb sluts don't get condoms, do they?"

you shook your head again, your tummy flipping.

tamaki slapped your ass, not too hard, but enough that it surprised you and stung a little. "tell me."

"dumb sluts don't get condoms." you whimpered.

"good-- fuck, good girl." he whispered and guided you to sit on him fully, his cock filling you up so well. your gummy walls contracted around him, massaging his thick shaft uncontrollably and pulling a weak moan from your boyfriend. you couldn't help it, his voice did things to you and the sweet words he so rarely laid on you just made you squirm.

"there's my pretty girl . . ." tamaki continued, gripping your waist and planting his feet on the floor. he popped his hips up a couple times, groaning at the way his fat cock bullied its way inside you with the sharp thrusts. you arched, gripping the desk in front of you, your mouth gaping lewdly while manicured fingers pushed away your notes, your laptop going dark.

however, the sound of the papers shuffling made tamaki pause, "hey, what're you pushing those aside for?" he swallowed, "i said we were gonna work." he leaned forward, nuzzling your shoulder.

"didn't i?" he asked in a tone that definitely told you he was already aware of the answer.

"yeah," you replied guiltily, gulping, "i was just . . . you feel so good, baby." you tried to lay it sweet on him.

a breathy sound left tamaki, "thank you, angel. you feel good too." you fluttered around him at the petname and his hips shifted in turn.

"but," your pussy pulsed again as you continued, you were oh so desperate for tamaki to resume his pounding, he'd just gotten started! "i didn't know you meant right now . . . 'cause you were fuckin' me." you explained.

"well, i'm not anymore."

you slumped into him while whining, the action grinding him deeper into you and tamaki grunted softly. "tamakiii, you can't possibly be serious about just-- making me sit here and work while your dick is inside me, you're sucha fuckin' nerd-- mm!" tamaki swiftly reached around you and squished your cheeks, forcing you to stop talking. you almost laughed at the bold move but his voice in your ear had the sound dying in your throat.

"watch your mouth." he warned you.

his thighs flexed beneath you as he used his other hand to take yours, guiding your fingers to a pencil. "this 'nerd' is gonna help you pass your classes you're too horny to f--focus on." he patted your cheek and released you once he felt the warmth of a flush radiating from your face. the jerk probably hoped you were humiliated. which you were and it ended up being the final push that made you give in.

you adjusted your hold on the pencil, it was a mechanical one because tamaki only bought those kind for whatever reason. you couldn't stop the way your lips pouted though, shifting on tamaki's dick and suppressing a whimper when you heard the sound of your pussy creaming on his cock from under the cover of your skirt.

"quit squirming and focus." tamaki scolded, pressing up against your back to tap his finger at your computer, bringing your work back onto screen. you saw his fist tremble, just slightly.

"okay, okay . . ." he was right, you did need to work. also, you couldn't help but listen during the rare instances he got demanding.

so, you did as asked and worked for a solid thirty-five minutes. no breaks, to your dismay. but oddly enough, even after tamaki had relaxed and gone softer inside you, you found comfort in his presence. it was nice to just be so deeply connected with him while you worked your brain, as embarrassing as it was, it kinda grounded you. maybe studying wasn't as bad as you thought?

you definitely liked the way tamaki gently massaged your lower back as you filled question boxes and multiple choice bubbles, his thumbs firmly rubbing at the stressed muscles while his fingers framed your hips. you liked all the attention he was showering you with, he had nothing to do besides look over your shoulder and gently reword questions you needed help with and try and ignore how your slick was dripping down his balls.

your head was hazey with comfort, growing accustomed to the rinse and repeat of answering questions and relishing the praise tamaki lavished you with, his hands rubbing up and down your waist after each successful answer. you of course fiddled with his pencil and leaned into the loving touches and murmurs, grinning, so bashfully proud of yourself.

"you're doing so good, look how much you completed," tamaki said, low in your ear, "you just needed some cock to get your pretty head working."

just like that your clit was pulsing once more and you were ready to get fucked over that desk already. you still haven't gotten to cum yet and if that didn't change soon there would be some words between you and tamaki.

"mhmm," you keened, reaching your arms back to wrap them around his neck, arching your body against his chest needily.

tamaki didn't tell you to go back to work, and he didn't push your hands away, he didn't do anything besides whimper and grind his hips up into your wet cunt, his glasses pressing into your skin. you moaned as his cock began to get hard again and fill back out, swelling inside you and throbbing weakly. it was when a sweet little greedy sound escaped him you realized he hasn't cum either, he's been torturing himself just as much as he has been you.

you were just so used to him making you cum you didn't notice how often it really was, but you sure did now that that pleasure was taken away.

now that you thought about it, you just haven't had the time for a good fuck with your school schedules lately, maybe the lack of dicking really was getting to you. gingerly you circled your hips, rolling your body against his and shivering when he panted in your ear, his hands solid on your waist and guiding you in your grinding.

"babe, you're gonna fuck me now, right?" you asked, digging your fingers in his long, wild dark hair.

tamaki sucked in a breath through grit teeth, "'course i am. you did so good, angel . . ." tamaki exhaled. "'m not gonna let the opportunity of a reward pass by."

"yayy . . ." you stupidly cheered, giggling when tamaki's hands wandered up to your breasts, squeezing them as he kissed your skin, his soft lips tickling your neck.

a gasp escaped your throat when tamaki carelessly pushed all your work aside, the white papers wrinkling and your pencil scattering off the desk. tamaki's thighs framed your own and you were sent forward by a powerful pump of your boyfriend's hips. you let out a girlish squeal as he rammed into you.

"over the desk," tamaki briefly directed you, and your hands balanced your rocking body on the wooden tabletop. you laid your body on the cool surface, curling your fingers into fists and raising your hips for easy access, your butterfly filled tummy resting in the place tamaki had been responsibly studying at less than an hour ago. tamaki got to his feet behind you and pressed his hand at the arch of your back, deepening the curve.

tamaki grinded into your soaked cunt while you got comfortable, his hands pushing your skirt back up your waist, warm hands rubbing over the exposed skin, spreading your cheeks to, you assume, watch his dick get clutched by your needy pussy.

"so pretty." tamaki muttered to himself, and pulled his hips back, emptying you for the first time in what felt like forever. you immediately whimpered, shifting your feet and looking over your shoulder at your boyfriend.

tamaki met your eyes and then leant over your arched back, angling his head to give you a kiss that you were quick to melt into. as soon as his tongue slipped inside your mouth his cock worked you open again, swiftly stuffing you full of him. his thrusts were deep and slow, punishing as he dragged your hips to meet his, dutifully pulling you onto his cock as he licked into your moaning mouth. everytime his balls slapped against your stiff clit you moaned louder and tried to spread your legs wider, limply laying there as you got your pussy split open.

your excess slick stringed you to his heavy balls and there was a thick ring of it circling his shaft after being seated inside your gushing walls for so long. "god, you're soaked. you're openin' so easy for me," he whispered hotly against your lips, his long overgrown bangs tickling your cheek. his eyes were half lidded and so handsomely dark, his glasses slipping down his nose. you were only capable of softly sobbing his name as he thrusted into you at his lazy pace.

"please, faster, please, 'maki . . ." you rocked back against him, crossing your arms and resting your head, burying your hot face in the crook of your elbow.

"faster? this not enough? 't least you're smart enough to know what you want." tamaki said into your ear and gave your hips a small squeeze, which was the last soft touch you got from him.

tamaki took a second to slide his glasses up the bridge of his nose and then push his hair out of his face.

tamaki drilled into you, his pace quickening and his dick hitting you deeper than before as he shifted his weight and got that angle that made you curl your toes and throw your ass back against the sharpness of his hips. you couldn't stop the whimpering cries of his name, body overheated and your thighs shaking as you finally got the fucking you were waiting for. 

tamaki's bare cock filling your pussy was the best thing you've ever felt, you couldn't stop fluttering around him in utter arousal, you could feel every detail of his thick length, and you were so excited at the fact you were going to be taking his cum. you wanted it so bad, you'd never had it before in such a dirty place and now that you had the chance to get it warm in your belly . . .

"cum 'nside me, 'nside, please! ple--" you begged stupidly.

"that's new." tamaki interrupted softly, his pace never faltering, body rolling against yours, skin clapping together. his cock twitched when he pulled out, the thick head jolting briefly when it rested against your vulva.

"'re more of a-- aahh . ." tamaki yanked your body back to meet his dick, working you like a cocksleeve, moaning when you reached behind to grab at him desperately. "more of a stupid slut than i thought you were," tamaki took your hand and placed it on the desk.

"hands down. keep yourself up for me. don't want you to lose your balance."

tamaki slammed into you, his body carrying more weight than before, sandwiching you between him and his desk. your hot cheek pressed against the cool wood, your breath a mix of heavy panting moans and pleas as he guided his dick in and out, over and over, slick dripping on down your thigh highs.

"unless you wanna end up like this. you want me to breed you like this, like a whore, huh?" he asked in that same soft, breathless tone. his fingers dug into your plush waist, grabbing until he got between your legs. he rubbed and circled his fingers on your tender bud and you shook, pleasure sharp and burning throughout your body, it was so much, it was so much! you were still processing what he had said and you shivered violently again, the word 'breed' coming from your sweet boyfriend had your stomach erupting with flutters.

you're quickly obsessed with the idea.

"yes! yes! please, fuck, yes," you encouraged him, drooling and clawing at the dark wood as you lost yourself on him.

"such a slutty little girl. want me to breed you like a fuckin' bitch."

the ledge of the desk banged into the wall, the pinned butterflies in shadow boxes rattling in rythym with your fucking. how long had they been doing that? you didn't linger on the question as it was sent to the corners of your mind when tamaki groaned, your brain fogging back over. you weren't thinking anymore, dumb on cock, going limp with a curve in your spine that tamaki had forced you into earlier, content with your boyfriend using you.

you could barely babble anymore, lips moving but your sounds growing scarce as you continued to beg. tamaki was louder in your ear, his face considerably closer to yours now, his breathing labored and hot on your goosebumps.

"breed me, cum inside my pussy--" your voice was a harsh whimper, and tamaki groaned as he hit that spongy spot inside you and your body responded by clamping down on him tightly. 

"don't worry. 'm gonna cum inside."

"fuck! shit, tuh--tamaki! 'm gonna, i'm--!" your eyes shut and your forehead wrinkled, mouth gaping around your mounting cries.

"yeah, i know, i know," tamaki humped your cunt, "squeeze me like that, squeeze me, c'mon . . ." tamaki's face was quickly buried in your shoulder as you came, your slick thick and frothing around his base, his swollen balls pressed to your tight pussy as his fingers rubbed over your clit, still guiding you through your orgasm despite being so close himself.

the angles of his reading glasses poked into you as tamaki muffled his shaky whine, the metal frames on his red face were warm. 

tamaki's dick twitched hard and he came, pelvis drawing little circles against your ass as he spilled his cum deep inside you for the first time. it felt hot, molten in your belly, he really was breeding you and you felt dizzy with glee. it was so overwhelming, there was just so much! you moaned brokenly, pushing your hips back and trying to take him deeper, wanting to take more of him, everything he had to offer. your sopping cunt milked him of all he had, and tamaki wound a firm arm around you to keep you on his cock.

". . . god, you're . . ." tamaki trailed off panting, "you're greedy."

your heart beat was racing in your clit and you nodded in a lazy manner, "uh-huh," you slurred softly, head resting on the desk. tamaki's thighs trembled against the back of yours, his stupid, nerdy argyle sweater sticking to your back.

tamaki slowly eased himself up, his hands gentle and hot on your skin, his palms smoothing over your waist, stopping at where your skirt was plastered to your lower back. his cock left you next, and once the softening girth slipped out of your cunt you both shared a gasp as his cum began to leak out of your used hole.

"nerds give the best dick." you laughed weakly, curling your arms in front of you and using them as a pillow.

tamaki choked out a bashful laugh, like he couldn't believe you. you both took some time to breathe, relaxing against each other, basking in the afterglow.

he stroked your back, "i'll walk you to the bathroom, you should pee." he reminded you dutifully, ignoring your earlier comment. his hands were a little shaky from adrenaline but he gently guided you to a standing position despite this. you trembled pitifully, your thighs shaking and your feet digging into the carpet for balance.

you pouted, "can't we rest just for a sec? we just finished," you whined, fiddling with your skirt and helping it fall back into place.

you finally turned to face him and a laugh bursted from your mouth, "oh, babe! your glasses!" the laugh forced out a glob of cum and it just made you giggle more.

tamaki pulled them off his rosy face out of embarrassment, his nerdy image was completely ruffled from fucking, to his hair to his sweater, and his once nicely ironed pants. said pants were quickly getting tugged up his hips, and he loosely held the left leg of his glasses with a hooked pinky, his lenses still fogged up to your amusement. he wiped off the condensation with his sleeve before you could gawk at it any longer.

"could you see at all for that whole time . . ?" you asked, resisting the urge to sit on his bed with your pussy dripping.

"well, i could for the majority of it," he informed you shyly, his bangs still pushed off his forehead from earlier, giving you a stunning view of his exposed face. "it's just-- you told me to wear them . . ."

"oh, you dummy!" you took his hand, "you're the cutest. y'know i wouldn't have minded if i knew you couldn't see, hun." you leaned in and kissed his warm cheek softly. tamaki wound his arms around your neck, holding you close with a little acknowledging hum.

"i'm still walking you to the bathroom. we can cuddle afterwards." he mumbled into your embrace.

"okay, okay!" you chuckled, your smile wide across your lips as you surrendered.

"mhm. smart girl." you light heartedly pushed him at the subtle jab, a huff of air escaping his lungs at the impact. but it didn't take long for you to cling to him once more, too needy to really play with him right then. plus his amused little giggle was way too cute to allow yourself to be separated from him for long.

he took the first steps in the direction to the restroom. "i love you." you told him earnestly, enjoying his hand on your bare lower back and the way he was caressing the soft skin with his thumb.

tamaki's shoulders jumped a little, and you watched a sweet smile round out his cheeks, dimples lovingly carved into the centers. "i love you, too."

I’m a big fan of brutally affectionate Vash. Vash that had his screws knocked loose a few too many times and now is going to take what he wants. And what he wants is to be the sweetest lover possible, almost to a condescending level of tenderness. Like yan adjacent levels of ‘you’re mine and I love you.’

Especially in terms of monstrous Vash? Vash with his powers going- these things he’s always been ashamed of, kept himself from embracing for how terrifying and strange they are? I need that. I need to be loved by that. Ravaged. Thoroughly. Bred even, if he wanted it, in whatever form that would take. Humanoid sperm, eggs, I honestly don’t care. I want it.

It’s just supposed to be a little get together was what you were told. Two hours later, each old teammate of Bokuto was still downstairs, chatting and laughing. Every time Bokuto laughed so joyously, it rubbed you the wrong way. It was like he forgot about you, sitting back and talking to his old teammates. You were supposed to be hidden out of sight, but your needs needed to be met and if that meant walking downstairs to remind your brother you were still waiting for him, that’s what you’d do.

You didn’t expect him and his friends to wave you over.

“[Y/N]! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you! Visiting your nii-san, eh?” Komi asked, an eyebrow raised. ‘Visiting’ was one way to put it, but you were actually living with Bokuto, guest room still unused as your belongings were in his bedroom.

“Guess you could say that,” Bokuto threw out, then continued. “She’s going to college here, so it’s easier to live with me than pay for on-campus living,”

“Saving money, I see,” Akaashi piped up, taking a drink from his glass. It was just water, which meant they weren’t drinking alcohol. Bokuto had a soda, but everyone else looked like they were drinking tea or water.

“Hey, [Y/N],” Bokuto tapped you on the shoulder, making you turning your head towards him. “Can you get me another drink?”

“Of course, Kōtarō-nii,” taking his empty bottle, you go into the kitchen to see where he keeps the soda. Since he doesn’t want you to have any, they’re usually up high. Standing on your toes, you still can’t reach the sweet drinks. To speed up the time, you hop on the counter only to feel someone’s hands guiding you off.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Bokuto says, caging you to the counter. “I thought I told you to stay upstairs,”

“I was bored, nii-san,” you whine, pressing yourself against him. “You’re ignoring me,”

“I’m entertaining my guests. You need to learn how to be patient,” he whispers, one of his hands rubbing at the spot between your thighs. “You’re dripping. Have you been touching yourself?”

“It’s not the same, plea—”

“If you’re good, I’ll fill you up so many times you’ll be swollen with my seed, how about that?” You nod your head, still pressing yourself against him. “Stop pushing yourself on me or I’m gonna have to punish you,”

With a final warning, Bokuto gets his own drink and removes himself from you, sighing as he sees your pout. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, he pats your head. “Just another hour, okay?”

That’s what he said.. an hour ago.

Sitting beside him was almost too much to bear. Knowing he could take you whenever he wanted to and him knowing you’re desperately waiting for him to touch you, it’s all too much. Even as your thoughts swim with the image of him absolutely ravishingly you in front of his friends, your pleading eyes and a pout his way whenever he glances at you, yet all he gives is his arm around your shoulders. As a good big brother should, but this is getting to be too much.

Sarukai is the one who decided to play a game. It was a silly card game you played as kids, but it was fun to pass time. Since you didn’t wanna play, you had to sacrifice your spot to Akaashi, your bottom instead being placed on Bokuto’s thigh. A warning squeeze on your hip was all you got, quickly telling them that you were cold which they all brushed off, going on with the game. He was like a heater, warmth rising from beneath his clothes, but it just made you more hot and bothered. It wasn’t until he started rubbing a hand on your thigh — inner thigh, included, his fingers brushing against your sensitive area — did you really feel impatient.

You hoped nobody would notice as your body started moving, and it seemed like they didn’t. Legs on either side of his thigh, you rubbing yourself against him, trying to get as much friction as you could. Bokuto doesn’t stop you, his hand instead rubbing soothing circles into your hip as you continue to grind against his thigh. Eventually, you end up humping his thigh as the rubbing effect wears off, only to have him lean down to your ear. “You can’t wait, can’t you? Such a needy slut needs to be punished, you know?”

There’s no other warning, you suddenly being pushed in the middle of the game as everyone shoots back in shock, surprised at Bokuto’s actions. “You’ve wanted this for a bit, haven’t you? That’s why you’re even wetter, isn’t it?” He smiles down at you, prying your shorts off. He then addresses the guests of his abode, “you guys get to see how much my beloved sister loves me,”

With your shorts and panties off, you’re staining the wooden table with your dripping juices as Bokuto gets his cock out. His friends seem into it, sitting back on the couches and chairs, eyes glued to the way Bokuto spreads your sopping cunt, clenching around nothing as you wait for him in anticipation. Licking his lips, he sinks into you, without letting you adjust as your legs tense and your toes curl, squeezing him as he pushes himself all the way in.

“Did you already cum?” He asks, seemingly dumbfounded by your sudden orgasm. You don’t answer, simply keeping your head against the table and having your eyes rolled into the back of your head. With no response, he decides to roughly thrust up into you, making you gasp as he pushes in so far, feeling so full as he snaps his hips to yours, your hands grasping at the edges of the table as you moan. Through your blurry vision, you’re able to see his old teammates with their own cocks out, hands around the thick appendages as their eyes are trained on how well you take in their former captain’s cock.

It’s only mere seconds before you’re mewling, back arching as you’re clamping around his cock again, body twisting with the force of your orgasm as you shake. Bokuto removes himself from your cunt, though, making you whine. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna let my friends have a turn with you, though. You seem eager Akaashi, wanna go first?”

“I’d much prefer her mouth than her pussy, Bokuto-san,” he says, moving around to your head. His cock comes into view, to which you eagerly open your mouth to take him in, tongue killing out to lick at the tip.

“I won’t pass up free pussy,” Konoha chuckles, taking Bokuto’s position and pushing into you. “Thought she’d be loose after taking a cock that big, but you’re tight as a virgin!” He laughs, pinching your clit as you squeeze down on him even more, muffled moans coming from your throat which is stuffed with Akaashi’s cock.

“Mhm! I taught her well, didn’t I?” Bokuto hums, guiding one of your hands to his cock. “Don’t forget about me, baby girl,” he says, low as he watches your hand jerk him off. Despite your eyes not being anywhere around his form, your hand works expertly from experience of handjobs. Akaashi seems pleased himself, fingers occasionally tracing your jaw and throat, only to close your nose as he face fucks you. Konoha seems to be enjoying himself, as well, your legs secured around his waist as he thrusts into you, his thumb rubbing at your bundle of nerves that has milky fluid coating his cock with each thrust.

“I’m close, can I do it inside?” He asks, looking at Bokuto, using his own hand to guide yours.

“No. You can cum in her ass, but not her cunt. That’s only for her nii-san, isn’t that right?” He directs the last bit at you, fingers pinching your nipples as your body jerks. Konoha decides to pull out, letting his semen paint your stomach white as he groans, making sure every drop lands on your skin. Akaashi is right behind him, closing your nose as he shoots his own load down your throat, your eyes glazed over as you drink it all.

Konoha takes it upon himself to push back into your cunt, feeling your walls clamp around him once more time. It’s too much and you feel something warm fill your insides, eyes widening as you think he put a load in you. When he pulls out, however, you feel it trickling out as the warm liquid drips from your cunt. “Seems she’ll only take cum, not piss,”

“She’ll take it, won’t you, pretty girl?” Bokuto coos, fingers keeping your mouth open as Akaashi takes his turn, warm liquid filling your mouth as you struggle to not let any spill. Once he’s done, Bokuto closes your mouth and nose to force it down, your eyes squeezed shut as it tastes bitter. “See? Just gotta know which hole to use. It’s okay, I’ll clean her out so you can use her again,” he hums once more, pushing his thick cock into your still leaking pussy. The force of his thrust has you mewling, drool spilling from your lips as your body jostles with each thrust. “There’s a cute little trick her cunt will do if you give her a bit of pain,” he grunts, fishing a lighter out of his pocket. Your eyes widen at the familiar click of the item, brief light before it’s shut off. He hands it to Konoha, who then flicks it on as he brings the fire close to your face, the light dancing ridiculously close to your cheek. Akaashi keeps you fron moving your head, sweat beginning to form as Konoha brings the lighter closer, the flame barely licking your skin as you scream, tongue lolling out as your squirt all over Bokuto’s abdomen, his groan overwhelmed by your cute noises. With another thrust, he’s spilling his own load into you, fill you up exactly how you wanted him to.

Konoha shuts off the lighter, then locks across the mark against your cheek where the flame touched you, pressing a sweet kiss in apology to the hot skin. “Now, what do we say, [Y/N]?”

“Thank you for filling me up nii-san. I’ll take anything you give to me, I promise,” you sweetly say, another moan as you feel Bokuto’s piss fill you up as well, his thumb rubbing your clit.

“Don’t worry, baby. Only I’ll be able to breed you, but my friends can have their fun, can’t they? I’ll promise to give you all my attention later, is that okay?” Your response is a nod of the head, the rest of his friends eager to have your holes and your hands around their cocks.