#cw.squirting

So we all know that Nanami doesn't go on vacation, he's a certified workaholic but if he does it's only because his best girl wants him with her, of course he brings his work with him, online meetings and all of that.

When his beautiful angel of a girlfriend offers to go out for lunch he absolutely cannot resist the pout on her plump lips and the way her sundress flows around her frame, he just has to go with you.

So now here you are hand in hand enjoy the breeze and the sun on your skin. Matching outfits making your pictures so much better.

Having lunch on the deck was amazing until the waitress kept trying to flirt with your man.

Key word TRYING because nanami was not giving her the time of day, keeping his eyes on you playing with your hand.

"Excuse me sir what would you like anything off of our special menu" she said leaning closer to him

Before you could tell her off Nanami moved his chair closer to you so you could sit side by side.

"No, how about you my love, I'll have whatever you're getting" Nanami said kissing your shoulder as he pulled your arm closer to his chest.

"I'll get a chicken salad, fries and lasagna please" you said smiling at the waitress

"Can we also get one mango, pineapple smoothie two waters and a new waiter, thanks" Nanami said not even looking at the woman as she scoffed and stomped away.

Lunch went perfect after the change and the next place to go was the private pool attached to your suite.

When the occasion does arise for Nanami to go on holiday he goes for luxury and comfort over anything especially once you two got together.

And the most important thing about a good vacation is privacy.

A dip in the pool turned into a playful water fight splashing about, laughter being carried by the wind, the sun turning the water droplets on your skin into stars, making Nanami fall deeper in love with you, as you tried to swim away Nanami pulled you into his arms basically lifting your body halfway out of water.

Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, one hand weaving your fingers through his hair, your acrylics scratching his scalp making him close his eyes and hum in satisfaction.

Taking this opportunity you leaned down and kissed him the kiss you shared intensified his tongue making its way into your mouth.

His hands roamed around your body switching between squeezing your thighs and your ass not knowing which to choose. The heat growing within your bodies contrasted with the cool water surrounding the both of you making you want to get closer to each other, closer than the way you already were.

Breaking away from the kiss the both of you breathing heavily trying to catch your breath.

"Let's go inside" you said as you kissed his neck loving the way his body felt against yours.

Nanami walked to the edge of the pool sitting you down on the edge so you could stand up. Making your way to the room you started stripping your bikini making a show out of it, taking off your bikini top you tossed it over your shoulder hearing it his the floor behind you, as you reached for the ties on the side of you bikini bottoms you heard Nanami get closer to you.

You giggled as Nanami led you into the room. His entire body was pressed to your back and you nearly moaned as he sucked on your neck.

“Gimme a kiss,” Nanami murmurs, deep voice low in your ear. Turning your body around he picked you up his hands are on your hips, fingers digging into the softness of your skin walking towards the bed until his knees hit the bed. Breaking the kiss he remained quiet as he tossed you onto the bed and spread your creamy, brown thighs.

A low, hungry growl rumbled in his chest as he stared down at your pussy. Licking his lips, he started to go down to have a taste, but stopped as an idea came to him. "Baby, want you to put your pussy on my face." He laid down on the bed and beckoned for you to come.

Biting your lip, not sure if you could do what was asked of you. You let out a squeak when he grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you over to him. Untying the strings of your bikini so quickly that you didn't notice.

Lifting you up easily, he placed you into his lap and grabbed your chin. Nanami pulled you in for a deep, slow kiss that left you panting and wanting more. His dark eyes had a serious glow in them as he firmly said, "Sit. On. My. Face."

Your hands grabbed the headboard of the bed almost immediately at the feeling of his hot tongue swirling over your puffy folds, The sight of Nanami underneath you was honestly one of the sexiest things ever. Your head fell back as your felt you walls beginning to quiver on his tongue.

It's messy the way he eats you, dragging his tongue over your clit as he pushes back your thighs. your folds spread out allowing him to push his tongue between your tight walls.

he moans as your pussy tightens around his muscle. he slurps your cream, fucking you with his tongue.

"fuck, you taste good" he breathes, "you're fucking soaked." he's drunk on you, his fingers dig into your thighs as he buries his face deeper in your folds.

"feels so good" you pant, tangling your fingers in his hair. he groans as he closes his lips around your clit, sucking your swollen bud and reducing you to a moaning mess. "fuck, Kento," you gasp. your thighs twitch under his fingers as a heat fills your body.

You gush over his mouth, rocking on his lips, cumming. your lips part to let out sweet moans of his name.

Nanami made slurping sounds as he devoured you. Your sweet taste dripping down his chin as he found pleasure in hearing your cries and moans as his tongue worked orgasm after orgasm from your pretty cunt. His fingers came up to slide into your sticky hole as his lips closed your swollen, protruding clit.

Thighs trembled around his head as he pulled another orgasm from you with his greedy tongue. "Ken, baby...I can't anymore." You tried to lift yourself up, but his fingers dug into your plush thighs, yanking you back down onto his hungry lips.

"One more beautiful. Give me one more and I'll be satisfied." Nanami was drunk off your taste. He could be smothered by your thighs all day if he could. Sucking your tender clit back into his mouth, he flicked his tongue over it as his fingers pushed back inside, thrusting in and out of you and making loud squelching sounds.

Your mouth dropped open into a silent scream as you ground your hips down onto his lips, his tongue sliding over your weeping pussy. Gazing back down at his face, the sight was enough to make you cum hard on his tongue.

Nanami tried to catch every last drop of your sweet release, but some managed to drip down his chin and cheeks as he swallowed what fell into his mouth. He gave your pussy a few gentle licks before let you fall limply to the side. "I needed that." He said as he sat up. "Thank you, baby." Nanami kissed your forehead

Situating himself in front of you he started lifting your legs around his waist. Looking at him with basically hearts in your eyes your eyes glanced down you didn't realise that his swimming trunks were long gone.

" How are you feeling my love" Nanami asked as he kissed your chest making his way up to your lips.

"So good Nami~"you sighed loving the feeling of his weight on your body.

“Gonna let me fuck you, baby?” He asks against your mouth, trailing his lips down your neck and kissing your skin gently.

He pulls back for a moment, just long enough to situate himself comfortably between your thighs and align himself with your entrance.

And then he’s pushing into you slowly, making you feel every single inch of it.

Your mouth drops open and your legs wind around his hips, pulling him even deeper than before. He’s pressing against every sensitive spot inside you and it feels heavenly. "You' re taking it so good" he sucks in a breath, his voice deep and calm as he works his thick length into you. "good girl" he praises you, pulling out slowly only to work his thick cock back into your throbbing cunt.

“so good baby, you take me so well”

“you like being stuffed with my cock, huh?" he groans out as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby. Feel so good....shit you’re like heaven.” He rasps the words against your throat, lips trailing up over your skin to rest on yours for a quick moment before he pulls back to gaze into your eyes.

“I love you, pretty girl, you're just so good for me.”

Your heart swells at the praise you lean up to kiss him, gasping against his lips when he pulls his hips back and slams them forward.

Kento! ” you’re gasping, high pitched and whiney with your lungs desperate for breath. they expand wide between your rib cage and the mattress your boyfriend has you pressed into— all of his weight, heavy over you and his chest against you. “‘m gonna…gonna— oh fuck, baby! gonna make me cum.” you cry still sensitive from your previous high.

Nanami laughs, his warm breath tingling gently against the shell of your ear— contrasting with the force behind each of his calculated thrusts, hips lunging forward to push his fat cock deeper along your soaked squishy walls, “uhuh, you close, angel? can tell with how your greedy little pussy clenches around me,” as if in queue, his seedy, blistering tip nudges new pleasure spots along the ridges of your insides— making you seize up and ripple around the stretch of Kento's girth. He chokes on a moan that sends dopamine crackling across your brain. "Lift your hips up for me princess" Nanami says right in your ear making your head spin.

you do your best to lift your hips , shuddering at how his luscious blonde hair tickles your shoulders as he quickly slips a pillow under your bruised hips to keep you arched how he wants. the new angle has your cunt squelching with lewd suction noises every time Nanami pushes into you, and his rough fingers slip between your mess of sweaty and arousal stained limbs to fumble with your swollen clit as blood rushes to it. You barely have any room to breathe between the way Kento fucks you and the way he touches you— treading on the thin line of euphoria and losing your sanity.

“Be a good girl, be my pretty girl and cum f’me, I wanna see your eyes when you cum for me baby. ” he slurs against your skin, practically drooling as his heavy length hits deep and churns up your insides— cockhead never letting up on your abused g-spot. “that’s it, make a mess for me, fuck. You're my good fucking girl.” He moans throwing your legs over his shoulders and pressing deeper into you.

“i can’t, can’t. K-ken-!” clawing at the sheets, your tiny mewls become louder, heftier and fill the room with their song combined with the wet slaps of skin on skin and bed creaking beneath the weight of sex. You let your head fall back against soft pillows beneath you, mouth hanging wide open when your orgasm washes over you in a wave that threatens to drown you. The knot in your stomach unravels way too quickly, and you gush clear streams of your arousal straight from your pussy.

“fuck, you’re squirting,” Nanami sounds elated, drawing wide and fast circles on your clit, never letting up with his thrusts no matter how much you squirt because he’s just so thick, so heavy that all his cock does is plug you full. “That’s it baby, lemme see you fall apart on me. uhhuh, you like that?” cooing condescendingly, he only slips deeper inside the heat of your puffy pussy as clear streams of arousal bathe his cock, your entrance clinging to every vein on his shaft.

He leaves you a drooling twitching mess against the crushed sheets, pressing his hips flat against your pelvis to grind into you in slow circles. “wan’ you to cum baby, please Kenni. cum inside me, please.” You beg, hiccuping and twisting the duvet between your shaky fingers. you squeal as Nanami picks up the pace, your arousal splashing against his tummy and pelvis, fat drops of it running down to the sheets.

His thrusts were sloppier, signaling his release. You clenched your walls around him as he kept hitting that sweet spot that made your eyes roll back, your stomach tighten and your hips buck against his.

With one last sloppy thrust he spilled himself into you, milking every single drop of his cum. Your body dissolved into pleasure, coming undone underneath the man you love.

Kissing your ankle where an anklet with both of your initials lay he trailed his hands all over your body helping relax your muscles as he praised you for being oh so sweet for him. Barely hearing a word he was saying you relished in the warmth of his kisses and the feeling of his hands massaging your thighs.

"I'm going to draw us a bath okay love" Nanami said as he slowly pulled away from you making you wine at the loss of contact.

"I'll be quick" he said as he went to the bathroom, the sound of the water running combined with the smell of lavender made you feel more relaxed, your body sinking into the bed.

"Princess you can't go to sleep just yet" Nanami said with a small laugh, you just looked so soft surround by the pillows, your body curved around the duvet the sun making the whole situation look like it was straight out of a movie.

"mhm" you said not really having the energy to reply without realising it Nanami came to the bed and picked you up as if you weighed nothing. This made you laugh as you were caught by surprise from the sudden rush of air.

As you made your way to the bath Nanami set you down on the counter. "Beautiful, I forgot towels, I'll be right back" he said as he kissed you before walking out.

Jumping off the counter you quickly used the toilet and cleaned up a bit before he came back. Looking in the mirror you saw the complete hot mees he left you. Braids in a tangled mess, hickies scattered all over your neck and chest going down your stomach as you looked back at your face your lip gloss from earlier was basically non existent, eyes hooded with content and a small smile on your face. Nanami walked back in with not only towels but also two bottles of water.

"Ready?" he asked as he set everything down on the counter.

"yep" you smiled back as you made your way to the steaming bubble bath. Sliding in you sighed in complete bliss as the water surround you. Hearing Nanami get in behind you you leaned back into his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

"I love you Kento" you smiled back at him.

"I love you too my darling princess" he said as he kissed you.

A/n: so part two of ma Belle evangeline is coming soon I just really need to get this off my mind as soon as I saw that tik tok I just had to do something about it. this turned out longer than I thought 💀buuut I still love it, please let me know what you think, like share and comment <3

His girlfriends always seemed to break up with him a few days after having you squirming and curling next to them, talkin’ about lip gloss and perfume and what kind of vibrator did the job good. Strange.

It wasn’t until you - yes, you - got a girlfriend did he notice how much of a missed presence you were at his little pizza gatherings. Pieck was nice, a sweet little thing with tired eyes and the prettiest smile, but also undeniably stupid, as stupid as you with her bruised knees and constantly broken nails. She wasn’t as high maintenance as you, didn’t leave underwear out or clean her dildos in the kitchen sink - in fact, after she started spending more time with you, your underwear seemed to disappear completely. Strange.

And those pizza nights? Where Zeke would introduce them to a new kind of beer or make Eren deliver a specific brand of cigarettes, where Reiner would spend most his time eyeing you and accentuating his thighs ripe for you to sit on, where Porco would grumble about you stealing his girlfriend or laughing when you dropped a slice of pizza down your front - those nights were gone, different, quieter, so quiet, almost silent beyond the gulping and smacking of lips against molten cheese.

Sure, you and Pieck sometimes make an appearance, sometimes separately if Pieck was coming in from work or together when you two trashed the kitchen trying to make a snack; but you two almost always stayed in your room when the gang came over, even if Porco invited you down for food and a drink,

“Issokay Pock, we wanna watch a movie tonight! And Pieck said I can practise eyeliner on her, she uses those stamps y’know? And she can never get it right, and she always loves my eyeliner so -,” and suddenly Porco is reminded why he prefers you secluding yourself in your room, so he doesn’t have to sit through you jabbering on about something stupid. And he is also reminded at the same time, about how thankful he is for Pieck because now, finally, you have someone to talk to, to fawn over, to lie on, to gaze longingly at that isn’t one of his girlfriends.

Like you are now, gazing down at your girlfriend who’s got cheap eyeliner staining streams down her cheeks and lipstick smeared over her chin. The movie is long forgotten, some period drama about prejudice that Yelena suggested. You got distracted, enormously distracted by how squirmy Pieck was being, how much she was whining and grumbling about sitting still for you, kept crinkling her eyes so the eyeliner messed up, kept readjusting her legs under yours till her knee was pressed to your crotch and her stupid top was halfway down her chest, and suddenly the eyeliner and the movie and the stupid get together downstairs meant nothing.

“You’re so annoying sometimes,” a pillow falls to the floor, Pieck’s head dangerously close to the edge of the bed and she’s panting hard, gasping breaths fanning your collar bone and drying the spit she’d lathed over your skin. With her skirt flipped up over her hips, bunching with the fold of her belly, and threatening to cover the mess between her thighs; you hardly care for the banging of the headboard against the wall, or the rattling of your water bottle on your bedside table.

“Shut up, - you, fuck, don’t, go faster! - you were messing it up anyway,” Pieck’s statement diverges into a moan when you finally manage to hitch her thigh securely over your hip, opening her up better, easier, the slick of her pussy shining for a second before it’s smothered with yours,

“S’your fault for - nngh, Pieck - like, distracting - fuck! - me,” the feel of her against you, so hot, so soft and sugary and slippery, the harsh brush of her pubes against yours and the catching of her labia over your clit is just - you can barely speak, barely get a thought straight. One hand clawing into her hip, and the other hooking her thigh into the crook of your elbow, you speed up just a bit, swirling your pelvis and shuffling closer with every thrust against her.

“Faster! Please! - ,” Pieck throws her head back with a coo of your name, “No wait! Go a little - like - shit,”

You feel something shifting and suddenly Pieck is grinding back against you, up into you, foot planted into the mattress beside you so to give her enough momentum. Dropping your head to her chest, your mouth slobbers over her breasts, swelling and bouncing with every upward grind, whining when you can’t latch on properly.

“Stop I wanna, just stay there,” you can hear her grinding her teeth in concentration, the only time the two of you are actually smart enough to focus properly is when you’re both trying to cum messy and sloppy against each other. And god - fuck, you can feel her cunt pulsing and throbbing against yours, slipping and sliding hard enough, and fast enough to make echoing noises, filthy and lewd and knocking tears from your eyes. Her nails dig into your shoulder and your waist, trying to hold you still, keep you from grinding back down into her when she’s so close -,

“M’gonna cum, gonna cum! Right - right there don’t move!” For such a petit woman, she holds remarkable strength and Pieck fucks up against you, the leg still in your grasp tensing and kicking out, mouth opening with a howl. The sight alone is enough, the feeling of her spilling against you, into you, gushing against you, warm and sloppy and so messy that is has you cumming the same as her, crying out loud enough to leave a ringing in your ears and a cloud hanging low in your head, the world spinning and turning a fuzzy pink.

And you realise seconds later, that you’ve been flipped on to your back on to the remote for your fairy lights, and suddenly they’re pink and Pieck has put her hair up into a pony tail, looming over you with swollen lips and bitten breasts, cunt insistent against yours.

“I wanna - you cum first this time,” she’s slurring her words, grinding long and hard down against you, clit swirling clumsy and dirty over yours, and you can’t even form the words to reply. Not even a nod, if you don’t count the lolling of your head in time with her thrusts. Pieck’s got this deep flush to her skin, spreading down to her chest and mixing with the bruises you probably (?) sucked while you were cumming a moment ago. She’s sweating, drooling ever so slightly at the sight of your belly jiggling with how hard she’s grinding, barely lifting and slapping down, pussy hardly leaving yours for a second. It makes her go faster, makes her want to see all of you wobble and away and jolt with her actions,

“Pieck! Pieck! Pieck! Gonna - gonna ! Nngh fuck!” You’re chanting her name, shivering and shaking, belly tending and quivering, arms - you’re probably failing a bit because it’s too quick, too hard, coming too fast for you to say anything coherent, you’re gonna -, “gonna cum Pieck! Ma-I’m - ,”

You spasm with a wail, cunt gushing hard and wet, spraying with how quick and lithe your girlfriend fucks you through it. It soaks her skirt, a puddle between the two of you, dripping down your belly and shining pearly over your pubes. She slows down, doesn’t stop completely, but Pieck allows you to catch your breath, back returning to the mattress that’s bare with how hard you were tearing at the sheets. You’re both a mess, sweating and shiny, covering in cum and slick and spit, still fuckin’ grinding up against each other, the bedsheets crumpled beneath you, water spilt over your bedside table, fairy lights set to flicker - and yet, Pieck leans down and kisses your forehead, sweet and brief,

“After - can you still show me your eyeliner thing?” She reaches for her phone where it’s lodged beneath a stuffed dinosaur, opening an app and taking a photo, “look! It’s barely smudged!” She stares at the photo, at you, messy and bleary eyed and slack with pleasure, “What brand is it? Does it come in brown, cause I think Sasha said brown would suit me better,”

“Pieck,” your needy, whining whimper doesn’t go wholly unnoticed, squirming beneath your girlfriend with her inconsistent thrusts against you, as if continually forgetting she’s tribbing you and then suddenly remembering and delivering a hard, slick kiss of her cunt to yours, “after Pieck, wanna cum again, please - I promise I’ll do your makeup after,”

Pieck throws her phone down, still open on the picture of your fucked out face complete with perfect eyeliner before leaning down to kiss you, soft nibble and pecks to imitate the soft slicks of her pussy against yours,

“Mhm - then pizza after that? M’sure that new friend Mika might wanna see your eyeliner too! Maybe we can show her how good it stays on!”

"they don't know you like i do, don't k-know what you like like i do"

it's spoken ragged above you, your whole body jostling with the force of your boyfriend's thrusts. there's a foamy, sticky mess that connects your two bodies from the three previous loads he's fucked into you. tacky white strings of both your cum stick from his hips and splat back onto your ass with a loud plat plat plat, it's his favorite. the noise and feeling of release cooling on your bodies and dripping onto the sheets below drives him crazy.

your hands wrap around his wrists that cage you in, one on either side of your head as you try and ground yourself through the relentless bullying of his third leg. brain dead little "ah nnh ah!"s leaving your glossy lips and you swear you can feel him in your lungs. you squeeze around him tighter when his swollen head bumps the slit of your cervix, a high mewl escaping while he mutters something above you.

you crane your neck as best you can despite the fatigue settling and you have to fight off cumming on the spot when you take all of him in. he's beautiful. chest toned and fit, arms bulging as a sheen of sweat covers his body and forehead. his cheeks are the lewdest tinge of red, dark hair falling around his face perfectly with brows pinched in pure concentration. breed breed breed. it's the only thing in his head when he fucks you like this.

your cunt speaks for you and it has him breaking eye contact at where he's pistoning into you, eyes onyx and blown wide. your head drops back onto the mattress but your sight remains on him.

"they don't know your insides like i do." he growls and your body can't help but react. you squeeze your eyes shut and nod, mouth parted and breath airy as he prods your pretty spot like only he knows how to.

"only y-you tama, o-only you only you only you always only y-!"

his big, scarred hand grabs your jaw to force your head up again. his lips finding their way to yours like they're his lifeline. he kisses you deep and full till he's sure there's nothing left in your head. "only me" he agrees against your mouth and you whine. you're both panting but can't seem to pull away long enough to catch your breath. it happens before you even realize but he feels it first; the rhythmic clenching of your puffy pussy cumming one last time on his cock.

with a loud keen your body feels set ablaze, nerves tingling in overdrive when he doesn't stop even after this orgasm is...wetter than your previous one. he's not far from his own end, maneuvering his hand from out of your grip where you hold him to cover your hand instead, his fingers interlocking with yours before four final, sloppy thrusts hump into you. a pained noise traveling from the tips of his toes to the hair on his head leaving him when he pumps his thick, hot sperm into you one last time.

he drops his head atop yours and each whiny gasp let out followed by a pump of cum feels like heaven once he stills. he's trained you into his perfect little sperm bank, his angel cum dump that finds this is bliss. with all that you have left in you you whisper a tiny "yours, tama." sweetly -angelically -before succumbing to exhaustion. it's cute, he thinks.

"all mine."

The Board Game Club was well known for being the place where Azul and Idia could be found after school, conversing with a few other members. It was such a small club that only had the right number of people to not be disbanded. Of course, the club members also had other things to do so most of the time if they attended club they were just there to converse and play games for a bit, except Azul and Idia, that is.

“We’ve played all the games we own, should I bring it up the the Headmaster?” Azul asks, looking to his friend. Idia was busy on his phone, talking to you and showing you the mechanics of a game. Clearing his throat, Azul tried again. “Should we get a new game? Idia? [Y/N]?”

“A new game? But we have so many. Our inventory could probably manage to sell or trash some unused games,” Idia mentions, pointing to a high shelf where some old games are. The first games the club ever received, in fact. “Unpopular and unused,”

“We can’t just get rid of them, Idia-senpai,” Azul shakes his head, then pushes up his glasses. Rolling your eyes, you barely listen as he goes into a tangent about how each and every game owned is important and must be treated as such. Idia, continuously says the inventory will get full and we can’t get any more loot without selling or trashing. Playing around on your phone, you manage to find an interesting book to read while they bicker. It isn’t until Azul’s calling your name do you register the conversation has changed. “Well, what do you think?”

“Um.. whatever you two think? I’m just here to enjoy some games,” you shrug, only to get Azul smirking. “Do not Look at me like that. Last time you looked at me like that, I ended up wearing a maid dress and cleaning your kitchen,”

“Well, Idia gets to pick the game then, since he came up with the idea,” he says, gesturing to Idia who had a face aflame. Flickering your eyes back and forth, you have a bad feeling.

“Whichever gets the highest points with you gets to adjust the inventory as they please, so I’ll need some time to prepare,” he rushes out, putting his things together. “10 pm, I’ll tell Ortho to expect you.” With that, he’s gone, rushing out of the room. Azul doesn’t seem to bothered by it, neither do you, knowing Idia’s personality by now. With a wave and a scheming smile, Azul also leaves the room, letting you sigh and wonder what to expect.

If you had known you’d end up with your hands tied behind your back to a metal bar, you’d be more prepared. Completely in the dark, you willingly went with their antics because you weren’t listening and now you’re reaping the consequences. With a blindfold preventing your vision, you can only hear and feel the things going on around you.

Spread open completely on display, two pair of hands take turns touching you. They let you know it’s them, of course, with Azul’s somewhat eager and hesitant tone contrasting Idia’s stuttering and fumbled words. “It’ll be a bit cold, but you can handle it,” Azul says, then slides in a silicone dildo. Arching your back at the sensation, you curl your toes at the sensation, hips bucking for more. “Hm, seems like another point for me,” he chuckles darkly. Moving it in and out of you has your hips continuing to buck, hands twisting in their bindings. After a while, it stops.

“Only a point,” Idia breaks the silence, the squeaking of his computer chair heard. “We’re both equal. I have a better tool,” he mumbles the last bit, his voice closer to you as you feel his hands trace up your thigh. It’s enough to give you shivers, his hands cold against the warm skin, but you can only wait for him to do something. “I’ve chosen option B,” he suddenly says. His hand then begins to move in a different direction, both hands moving to your chest where you try not to arch away from his touch. The small cold contact has your nipples perking up, fingers pressing against them as you feel a tongue on one.

“Ah! I-Idia!” You cry out, immediately shutting your mouth to grit your teeth. No feeling of sharp teeth involved makes you relax into his touch, soft moans releasing from your throat until he backs away, enticing a whine.

“There’s more than that, don’t be so eager,” Azul suddenly says, then you feel a vibrating sensation pressing against you. “This should give me plenty of points, as long as I angle it well,” he pushes it into you while saying so, your hips bucking and jerking as you try to tighten your legs. He laughs at that, keeping your legs spread with his own body between them, continuing to press the vibrating dildo inside. Once its base is up against your skin, all he has to do is give it some gentle pumps. Even through grit teeth, you can’t stop releasing strangled cries of pleasure as the vibrations travel up your spine and make you shiver. Just like the previous times, it suddenly stops before you manage to completely finish.

Whining gets you nowhere, but it does make their touches linger as Azul hesitates taking away the toy. It’s probably placed in a pile with a bunch more, to be used on you later. Idia has your nipples in a metal grip, making you cry out at the temporary pain. “Don’t worry. I’ve definitely raised enough points for this,” he says, while you hear him typing on his computer.

“Is that fair? I don’t have a computer to work on,”

“With all due respect, you don’t have one at all. I’m only using the items available to me, same as you,” Idia shoots back, then you feel a jolt of electricity run through you. It’s enough to have you jerking from your spot, leaning against the wall. The inconsistency of the shocks has your orgasm on the brink of release, your hips bucking in the anticipation of something, only to receive nothing.

More whining, begging for release, gives Azul an idea. “Perhaps you just need more?” He questions, then your body is moved. With your legs still being free, you feel him spread them apart as the vibrations from earlier come back. It’s enough to have you crying out for him, nails digging into your hand while he places it on the outside of your opening, just enough for you to crave it. However, when you feel something less toy-like and more flesh, your movements cease.

“I thought the rules were only items given through side quests,” Idia mumbles, then more typing follows. “I don’t think it’s within guidelines,”

“Well, technically it’s only my human equivalent. Side quest means gotten through some sort of means, correct? I wasn’t born with a human penis, so it’s technically a tool at my disposal,” Azul is quick to prove he’s within the set rules, rubbing his cock on the outside of your entrance.

“It’s.. It’s fine,” you manage out, hips eagerly moving to keep him rubbing against you. “I don’t mind,”

“Well, that settles it then,” he then brings a hand to your cheek, lightly patting it. “Such a good sport.” When he pushes into you, it’s not as bad as you were expecting, cold and goopy from the amounts of lube he’s put on it. However, he’s not done when he then pushes in the other dildo, turning on the vibrating function that has you squirming under him. Using one hand to move the dildo, he barely thrusts into you as you move on your own, trying to find continuous friction to finally find your release. It’s a shame that it stops right as you feel it coming, once more.

Now crying, you’re desperate for some release, enough stimulation to have you crying out in pleasure and not disappointment. With the nipple clamps being put back on you, you assume it’ll go the same way, since it sounds like Idia’s running out of options. When the electric shocks begin again, you’re twitching as they continue to amp up in volts, not enough to do serious damage, but enough to keep you properly stimulated.

One more cry of ecstasy and you finally hit your peak, your release gushing out of you as it splashes against the floor. More continues to come out as strangled groans come from you, eyes rolling and toes curling, waiting for the shocks to stop. Eventually, they do, simmering down to reasonable until it’s completely done for. A bit more gushes from you until you feel completely spent, lying on the floor while your nerves crackle with sensitivity.

Silence lays heavy on the room until Azul shatters it, clearing his throat. “It seems you’ve won, Idia-senpai. I’ll put in a notice to dispose of any old games properly. In other news,” he gets closer to you, hands untying the blindfold while you adjust to the light of the room. Azul then presses a small kiss to your forehead. “I’ll leave you two alone so Idia can properly get his winning reward,”

jock!sasha at first shares selfies of herself after a post-win session with you; messy haired, rosy cheeked and shiny chinned, your bare legs around her head and there's obvious essence dripping down your thighs. Then it moves to pictures of you in the seconds after she makes you cum, showing the group chat how pretty you are fucked out and on the verge of tears, maybe a short video of you panting and still twitching and still moaning her name.

Then Annie boldly asks for a little more - something more intimate, something just more. And Sasha goes for it, fucking - a whole 10 minutes of you bouncing on her strap with her meaty thumb pressed snug against your puffy clit, spreading you so they can all see the creamy strings sticking to your folds and to her thick black strap.

And then comes that fateful team meet when they all get a bit drunk and a bit bold, and Sasha's got you creaming on her thigh in that tight little dress and suddenly Mikasa's sat on your face and Annie and Ymir are fighting over who bullies their fingers into your poor little abused cunt first:((

They - as a team, were never ones for traditions or rituals or anything before or after games. So when Sasha brought you to the next post match party dressed in the tightest little bunny outfit complete with ears and a tail; they all decided that maybe you could become their post game ritual. Passing you around in some debauched circle, a few of them wearing strap ons with varying sizes of dick, and the rest all gagging for a taste of your perfect angel cunt:(( Historia loves pressing her pussy to yours, powerful thighs flexing under her team jersey and humping you hard, slow and strong, lewd and sticky and slick and you know there are numerous videos circling some twitter profiles of your two pussies kissing nd grinding nd sliding together.

There are times when it's not - as loving and fun and entertaining, when they loose, when Ymir comes back with a bloody nose and shoves three fingers into you without even a kiss hello, fucking you hard and fast and demanding you squirt for her. Those days are when they use you, abuse your cunt and your ass and your mouth however they saw fit, making you cum over and over because they had some sick obsession with your entire body sweating and quaking and completely at their mercy.

Before games, it's similar? But more boisterous, more 'blowing off steam so you don't punch a locker, Historia'. Your girlfriend has you on all fours, fucking your creamy cunt and pushing you hard into Mikasa's crotch, urging you to eat her out good nd wet nd sloppy cause they think it's so cute when you try so hard:(( they're all chanting and laughing and lounging while they all take turns with you, some times rough and angry and snapping at your tits bouncing in their face; and sometimes sweet and teasing, slow brushes on your swollen clit till you lock up and squeal with a strange kind of orgasm.

You become their tradition, their ritual! it's cute! how much they all love you and care for you, treat you well with their cocks nd their fingers and their tongues and their perfect pussies - but none, none of them compare to how eagerly and how sloppy Sasha eats you out in front of them all. That's always the last thing that happens no matter what, no matter the time or game or win or loose; Sasha makes sure she has her face in your cunt after everyone on the team has had a go, lips spreading yours, tongue curling perfectly and flicking your overstimulated clit. S'mainly cause you're so sensitive, so wound up that you gush and cream and squirt all over her face within seconds and no trophy or prize money can ever compare to that:((

shy goth mikasa who's first thought when she sees you on the ground with a scuffed knee and watery eyes cause you tripped over your feet trying to talk to her - is that you'd look much much better crying on her strap:(( it's so perverted that she tenses up and almost starts cryin herself cause it's so mean of her to think that way about soft lil you and your pretty dresses and makeup and pink handbags<33

and you have matching pink panties with the little bow and there's this little wet patch when you curl you knees to your chest on her sofa during a movie, cotton spread taut over your puffy pussy and Mikasa thinks she goes insane with all the mean horrible perverted thoughts going through her head:(( and then - when you crawl over to the coffee table to get the popcorn and your skirt catches on your hips and your pussy is right by her face and she can fucking smell you and if she just leans forward and sticks her tongue out.....

you cry so so pretty for her, Mikasa finds. specially when she's split your cunt with her big fat strap that is this dark black with marbled purple, when she's got two fingers pressed to your clit and swirling it hard and fast with the shallow thrusts, popping the bulbous head in and out in and out in and out, loud and wet and creamy just how she imagined it. She's never been very loud, very talkative during sex but it doesn't matter, you're doing all the talking -,

"Mika please," you're pouting and you taste of cherry lip gloss and your tits feel so good against hers, "Feel s'full, feel you right in my tummy," and you cum so creamy and so messy right over her cock, tears streaming down your cheeks, "Don't stop - don't stop!" you're whining and moaning and you gasp so so loud when Mikasa grunts and pulls out, flipping you over and lifting one leg, burying her cock to the hilt and ramming into you, desperate to feel you cum, desperate to see you make a mess all over her favourite cock:(( your ass jiggles with every thrust, face pressed into the black sheets, mouth open and drool pooling under your cheek and then - then you feel wetness spread to your asshole and suddenly,

"Mika!! Wait no! I'll make a mess!!" you're squealing like a little pig, legs kicking out when she slips a blunt thumb in your ass and pumps it deep, and your entire body trembles and you don't fucking lie when you say you're gonna make a mess, squeezing so hard you force her cock to slip out and you even lift your hips slightly with the force of your orgasm, spraying the sheets, leaking down your thighs, splashing on her pelvis, coating her cock that is only fed back into your fluttering cunt:(( you're limbless, floppy, soaked and sticky but so so sensitive that all it takes is another few slaps to your clit and you're cumming again, squirting streams around her cock and Mikasa finds herself babbling,

"Here, c'mere, want you to ride me, ride my cock - wanna see you squirt on my cock again, please, please - c'mere,"

and the sound you make when you cum a third time, bouncing wildly from the erratic thrusts of her hips, powerful thighs slapping your ass and you're frantically reaching to grip the headboard, one hand keeping you upright and the other reaching to try and hide your gushing cunt, as if your stupid little fingers would hide the creamy pearls and splashes of your cum as her cock drills into your pussy:((

"More, gimme more sweet thing, please - be good, wanna see you squirt again, gonna keep it going, keep cumming please!" and Mikasa only stops when you collapse on top of her, twitching and moaning weakly, sweaty and sticky and hardly able to keep your eyes open. she's so soft, she knows now, knows she can be a perverted little slut with you when you're taking her cock, but after? after you've been so so good and so so messy for her? Mikasa is soft, shy, taking off her strapon and guiding you to the bathroom, damp flannel erasing all the webbing and dried white of your spend over your thighs, feeding you a glass of water and helping you into a soft nightshirt,

"Did I do good? M'good aren't I? you don't -," you're softly whimpering from the floor, wrapped in a fleece blanket as she makes her bed, discarding the soiled sheets,

"You were so good, so so good I can't get enough of it," she doesn't look at you, but you can feel the small smile on her face, "'nd I like it when you're messy, makes me go a bit - crazy,"

and you feel that same smile pressed into the space between your shoulder blades when she joins you in bed, curled around you like a cat, arms petting your soft belly and lips tracing your neck; shy and content.

Miruko would be the one to do everything with toys yknow? I know midnight is like the kinky one but I think that she'd want to leave her public image behind as soon as she steps through the door and between your thighs<33 so while Miruko is fucking around trying to fix on the harness and choosing a big ol' dildo to ruin you with, Nemuri is layin' you down soft and gentle and winding your body up to this tight tight coil with kitten licks and little suckles on your nipples, two fingers dancing through your folds and swirling your clit, teasing you and building you up with "such a good girl for me, look at how wet you are, can you hear yourself? s'perfect baby, so pretty,"

and when you cum the first time, kind of a little one yknow? neither here nor there but it feels good none the less; her teeth start to pull on your swollen buds and she's plunging three fingers into your core. But still, Nemuri is slow and methodical and Miruko is weighing two dicks in her hands like tryna figure out which one will fit better and you just keep cumming, keep squeezing Nemuri's fingers and crying out for her, crying out for mommy nd moaning so so pretty:(( and then, fuck - then a fourth finger slips in and your pussy is so sloppy and wet and so fucking loud that Miruko turns around at the noise and see's Nemuri strumming your clit with her other hand and fucking you hard and fast and so fucking deep that you squeal and apologise and cum so hard you gush all over the bedcovers:(( so wet and messy and your whole body is shaking and Nemuri is "m'so proud of you honey, look what you did! mommy made you squirt so hard - so proud of you for making such a big mess," and she's kissing you, distracting you from how Miruko throws one dick over her shoulder, fixes the slightly curved one that vibrates to the harness and slides in with a moan and a stutter of her hips:((

"Do that again, gonna make you do that again," Mirko is the more - unhinged of the two, folding you into this deep press and humping into you like a feral beast, all while Nemuri gently strokes through her cunt and switches on the dildo, cooing when you throw your head back and cry out at the overstimulation, "nearly there, nearly there honey - go harder Mirko, angle up a bit - that's a good bunny,"

And miruko doesn't know what to fucking do with herself and fucks you harder and harder, the vibrations hitting so deep and you sob and writhe and fuck - "She's doing it! fuck! look - look!"

fluid sprays over her toned pelvis and splashes over her thighs and Nemuri is so fucking quick to get her mouth over your clit and drink it all up, suctioning hard and fast and you're fuckin mindless for several long seconds, seeing stars and feeling your whole body quake through your orgasm. you come to, still jiggling with the forceful thrusts of your girlfriend hammering into you, knees by your ears and her lips swallowing your pitiful cries:(( Nemuri lays to the side, pawing her breast and tipping her head back with the bullet vibe pressing against her clit, eyes on your puffy cunt creaming and gushing harder and harder with every detirmined thrust Miruko gives you:((

“It’s only fair isn’t it?” 

You can hear her pout, feel her tense when you ghost your fingers over the round swell of her ass. Mitsuri lays on her front, face buried in her hands and legs quivering from where you’re straddling them, the two of you surrounded by pillows and blankets and a pile of clean washing sits on one corner of the bed but that can be dealt with later; you want to deal with her first.

“S’not the same though,” she mumbles from behind her hands, subtly arching her back and pressing her ass harder into your warm palms. You sit back on your knees, pondering for a moment with a slick grin lacing your lips, digging your fingers a little harder into her supple skin and that grin only widens when she squeaks at the slight spreading of her ass,

“Isn’t it? You sure had fun fucking my ass open the other night Mitsuri, you and I both know I couldn’t sit for hours after - and you fucking loved it, loved watching me go dumb and stupid and utterly brain dead on your cock, loved teasing me ‘nd refusing to touch my needy, needy little pussy,” your tone adopts this sickly sweet lilt that has her mewling and pressing her ass into your grip, allowing you to spread her more, thumbs dangerously close to the puckered hole you’d been salivating over for the last three days. With a gentle hush, you purse your lips and smooth one palm up her spine to hold her down, a string of saliva gathering on the tip of your tongue before dropping down the cleft of her ass,

“O-oh!”

“S’my turn now isn’t it? You got to fuck my ass for as long as you wanted on your cock, ‘nd it was your favourite one too -,” you loom over her, breasts swaying close enough to her bare shoulders for her to feel and keen at, curling her head to the side so you could lick a stripe up the shell of her ear, “You know I wanna feel it again sweetheart, wanna feel your fat cock stretch my ass till I can feel it in my tummy,” Mitsuri opens her mouth in shock, eyes rolling into the back of her head when you use your thumb to circle her hole, slipping in for a fraction of a second with the continued undulation of her hips, “But now? Now, it’s my turn to wreck your ass and I’m gonna do it all with my mouth, cause I know you love it when I fuck you with my tongue baby, your precious cunt is gonna be begging for me to taste it when I’m through with you,”

Your hands retreat from Mitsuri, your body and it’s warmth over her retreats and she keens after you, calling your name and lifting her hips, propping herself up on her knees so she can look over her shoulder at you - spreading her cheeks and licking your lips, zeroing in on her fluttering hole before dipping down with parted, wet, messy lips,

“B - bab - fuck!” She arches her back deliciously, muscles clenching and twitching in her shoulders, hand shooting back to grasp your head and for a second, you think she’s going to push you away, “M-more!”

Sure, you might have shown her a little dominance trying to convince her to let you eat her ass, but ultimately; Mitsuri held the reins on you and your tongue, rolling and circling her hips into your face and her desperate noises only spur you one. 

“That’s good, right there!” She’s squeaky, pitchy, already on the edge and you’ve not even started properly yet, lathing your lips over her hole and spreading her cheeks, fat spilling through your fingers and then - then you start, then you tense your tongue and dive in, slurping lewdly and moaning with the salty taste of her skin. Mitsuri cries out loudly, slamming her hand into the mattress beneath her and giving her enough balance to arch her back more, more - knees kicking and knocking together with the overwhelming pleasure and all you can do is follow her, barely keeping up with her squirming and grinding. You have half a mind to slam her back down straight, especially when you slip and accidentally latch on to her drooling, sloppy pussy which in turn sends Mitsuri into a spiral of gasps and out of control squeals,

“Stop fucking squirming,” you hiss against her lower back, damp with sweat and she sweeps her hair over one shoulder, eyes heavy and watery, pupils wide with pleasure and swallowing the puffy cheeked, messy chinned vision of you licking stripes over and over her hole, catching it each time she clenched and fluttered. And the noise -,

“So fuckin’ messy for me, look at you,” Mitsuri simpers through her breathlessness and heaving gasps, “I fuck your ass once and suddenly you’re obsessed, dirty fuckin’ girl,”

The words spur you on, tongue curling deep into her and Mitsuri throws her head back with a whine, fingers scratching your scalp and positively suffocating you between her cheeks,

“Keep going - fuck baby - m’so close, so close, don’t - fuck!” Her tone gets higher and higher with every word, the pants catching in her throat and her chest heaving with every prod of your tongue against that sweet spot deep within her. Her skin is spattered with pink, sweat coating her temples and neck, dripping down her chest and she fists the sheets with her free hand, hips rocking into your ministrations at a speed you can barely keep up with, but god you try to. She’s so close, you can feel it, feel her ass clench and squeeze your tongue, hear how wet her cunt is with every flutter of her neglected hole, and if you - if you just reach down with your fingers, reach around her soft hip and if you just -,

“Fuck! Baby - don’t - I’m cumm - gonna cum!” Your fingers swipe over her clit once, twice and Mitsuri looses herself with a sharp cry and a spurt of liquid from her cunt, soaking the sheets and splashing down your chest. Her legs quiver and shake uncontrollably either side of your head, her entire body twitching with her orgasm, belly jiggling and tensing with every shock of pleasure down her spine. She can’t hold herself up, not when you continue abusing her asshole with your tongue and keep pinching her clit, chest thudding into the mattress and allowing you to press your face harder into her ass, digging your tongue deeper, faster, harder, moaning when she squirts again, weaker this time. 

“M-more - gimme, give it to me -,” you should tease her, should chuckle and adopt the same mean mocking tone she always uses when you get like this, when all you can do is babble and drool and cum like a bitch in heat - but you can’t. You can hardly open your eyes with the scent of her arousal filling your nose and the slick dripping down your chin, sticky webs swaying from her cunt and connecting to your fingers. There’s nothing to stop either of you, pulling back to take a deep breath before diving in once again, thumbs spreading the puffy folds of her cunt and teasing her neglected hole for a moment,

“Don’t stop - don’t stop baby, please!” You can hardly make out what she’s saying, voice muffled by her tongue and her sobs of pleasure, hips still twitching and legs still shaking and jiggling. You’re not going to stop, you can’t - can’t bring yourself to pull away, can’t bring yourself to stop your fingers from abusing her pulsing cunt and fucking her into another orgasm that has her entire body shaking and twitching and making more mess over your bed. And neither can she, addicted to the swelling in her belly and the harsh prodding of your tongue in her ass, fingers clumsy against her clit but mouth doing wonders on her puckered hole. So - through her lust addled brain, Mitsuri supposed it was fair in this sense; if she fucked you dumb on her cock, then surely it’s only fair if you fuck her dumb on your tongue right?