#pipinons

hiyori is surprisingly the most hands off, taking more of a leading role in making sure everything is going well and taking extra care to let you know just how good you are, how well you're taking everything, what a good little darling you are. he loves peppering your face with kisses and petting your hair, and if he gets to you first, he's stroking your sex until you're dripping enough to soak his hand (of course, he makes jun lick it clean).

jun himself is a lot more hands on. he loves to tangle his fist in the back of your hair and press your lips together, surprisingly more gently than expected. he's the one who cups your chest from behind and squeeze it while you're getting fucked, especially if he gets to be inside you. his groans are right in your ear so you know how great you feel for him.

ibara is the one who actually makes sure you're prepared for anyone to fuck you. he uses more than enough lube to stretch you out, taking his sweet time as the others warm you up. he starts with two fingers and moves up to four, the whole time pressing against your most sensitive areas so you're writhing beneath him. he won't fuck you himself, he prefers to watch while stroking himself, but that doesn't mean he won't kiss you so hard his tongue nearly goes down your throat when the others do.

nagisa is the base everything happens on top of. he's the first person to fuck you by letting you ride on top of him, bucking into you while guiding your hips with an iron grip. if you're lucky, maybe he'll pull out for jun to have a turn, but sometimes he won't. he praises you in turn with hiyori, more like idealizing you right in front of you while you're overwhelmed with pleasure.

you're basically glued to his side all the time, so it's not that uncommon for you two to be doing office errands together. everyone knows you work well together. but nobody needs to know about the vibrator ibara pushed deep inside you, pressed right against your sweet spot. you can feel it with every move you make, and it's just low enough not to be heard and drives you mad.

ibara loves to make you walk around as he delivers papers with this inside you, and if you start shaking by the time you get back to his office, he doesn't even lock the door before sitting at his desk. he's pulling you into his lap, palming at you while pushing his hand into your underwear to push the toy deeper inside you. he doesn't even do it so you come in your pants, he just wants you to cry.

the worst part is he won't let you come from this. if you start getting close, he takes the toy out and kisses your cheek, praising you while calling you a whore for nearly getting off so easily. he won't touch you for a while after that properly after that. he may grab your hips to move you out of his way, or tilt your head towards him by taking hold of your jaw, but only so you know he's not done with you.

he waits until he knows someone may come by, when there's an email that he's getting a report from someone soon. he'll make you straddle his thigh and grind against him, pulling your knee against his own dick so he gets some relief. he seems to be losing himself in the pleasure as much as you are, groaning against you as he pushes his face into your chest...

... right up until someone knocks in the door. but he won't stop, really. he pushes your leg away from him but refuses to let go of your hips, forcing you to keep rubbing yourself against him as he yells to the poor person just trying to do their job. "i'm busy," he'll shout, irritation thick in his voice, and his nails dig into you as he speaks. "make it fast." all the while you're riding him like your life depends on it. part of you knows you should stop, but ibara's grip on you is solid as iron, and you're far too needy to disobey.

you get cocky, and as the intern on the other side of the door is trying to explain why they're here, you moan into ibara's ear. his hand on you flexes hard, and suddenly he's standing up. you stumble and he takes the opportunity to shove your back against the desk, one hand planted firmly on your chest. the noise is loud enough to cause the intern to ask if ibara is alright, and he barks for them to leave the papers on the floor and leave. you hear the papers drop and footsteps hurriedly rushing away as ibara strips your lower half, an angry smirk on his face.

you think you can just do something so bold without punishment? don't forget who's in charge here. paperwork can wait, because he's shoving his fingers deep inside you, biting your neck and stretching you out as you writhe helplessly beneath him. that little stunt could've caused him a lot of trouble, you know? what if that intern walked in so suddenly? you wanted to get caught, didn't you?

he doesn't bother trying to be careful, then. by the time he's inside you, he's gripping the desk with both hands, slamming his cock in and out of you with no regard to how it makes the desk shake. he won't stop you covering your mouth to try and muffle yourself (he's still a professional at the end of the day), but he's not making it any easier to control your volume. he's sucking at your chest, licking your nipples and biting anything he can, leaving marks all over you as he pistons into you.

come all you want, because you're not done until he says so. you can't tell me ibara isn't someone with an ungodly amount of stamina amd self control, so he'll make you come a few times before he does. maybe a good three times, until you feel you can't take it anymore, and he'll finally let you go.

but he's definitely not going easy on you just because he's pulling out. he'll probably push another toy in you, and you can't take that out until you both get home.

oh nagisa has so many latent kinks but you're personally targeting me with this one. i can see it so clearly — him carrying you to the bed and murmuring about how he wants, no, how he needs you. you need him, too. he's everything you could ever want and you're more than he ever thought he could have.

mon dieu the thought of sex with nagisa being soft and kind at first, maybe a bit rough as he gets more into it... he's putting your pleasure first for sure, his thumb circling your clit and his lips all over your neck and jaw, his other hand holding your hips still so he can hit that miracle spot inside you. he always likes to make you cum before him, because your pleasure sends him over the edge. so when he feels like he's going soft after filling you up, and he's slipping out so carefully... that's when he sees the mess he made in you, oozing out so slowly. it instantly gets him going again.

i can see him suddenly pushing back inside you when you're still so sensitive from being fucked so thoroughly, and nagisa apologizes under his breath. but he can't let any of his cum drip out of you... let him stay there a while? just so he can make sure you stay stuffed with his seed. but that's not enough, because he already let some come out, didn't he?

he's definitely putting you on your hands and knees, and gripping your hips like his life depends on it, while he fucks load after load into you. he's nice enough to stay completely still inside you once you start getting overwhelmed, but you're not stopping until he's completely emptied his balls inside you. i feel like your lower stomach might even bulge from how full you are, and nagisa is more than happy pressing his hand against the bump. he just knows how perfect you'll be at caring for the kids you'll have together. would they look cuter if they looked like you? he certainly thinks so. the thought of caring for you while your stomach swells with his kid makes him estatic... he may need another round.

nagisa is so good at keeping his composure. it's something you can't help but admire about him. so it's fun to think about the different ways you can break that rock solid façade, y'know?

you definitely take your time with it. he's a patient man, such a good boy, he can handle a little waiting for what he wants! as soon as you say that, his eyes flutter a bit, and that's where the fun begins. the seed was sown.

slowly, you get on your knees and rub his thighs over his pants before pulling them down to his knees, but not his underwear yet. no, you palm him through the thin fabric, and his hands twitch at his sides before he runs a hand through your hair and down your cheek. a silent coaxing for more, you can tell. so you move forward and mouth at him through his underwear, and you can feel him get fully erect against your mouth.

you giggle under your breath, mumbling a little "cute" to make him twitch before finally pulling him free. you hear him sigh in relief, his hand returning to your hair. you stroke him with both hands, taking your time working him. one hand presses flat against his tip , rubbing it in circles while the other pumps him at a snail's pace.

the whole time, you feel his hand flexing in your hair, moving between gripping it tightly and resting flat. his hips twitch beneath you, and he mumbles a soft please the more you stroke him. looking up, you see his head is leaned all the way back, but you can still tell he's completely flushed by the red of his ears, his breath a heavy pant.

this takes a complete 180 when you lick his crown. his body jolts, and he leans forward over you. both of his hands are on your head now, and he can't stop himself from basically whimpering as you start swallowing him. he fights against pulling you fully down over his cock, but it's so hard when your tongue presses against the underside, putting pressure on the thick vein there when you bob your head.

within seconds, he's moaning your name every other breath, fingers completely tangled in your hair and hips bucking into your mouth. you celebrate internally at how you've gotten to see him letting go like this, showing that by returning moans around his length. he's so lost in the pleasure that neither of you realize how close he's gotten through all of this. not until his breath hitches suddenly, and his hips tremble under you as warmth floods your mouth. you swallow it as fast as it comes, but sticky white still drips from the corner of your lips, and nagisa sighs deeply in estascy.

when the rush finally stops, he pulls out from your mouth and lifts your chin up to be equal with him. his tongue flicks out and licks his cum from the corner of your mouth, and he kisses you gently, mumbling apologies and praises both against your lips.

with the way nagisa was raised, worship is second nature to him. you can't change my mind on that. it's almost like it's in his blood to treat you like some sort of deity, someone so ethereal and divine, and he makes sure you know this.

his hands trace down your sides as he moves to take off your shirt, lips against your neck as he tells you how breathtaking you are. pulling off your pants and moving you into his lap while he tells you that you're all he's ever wanted, all he's ever needed. he kisses at every little part of your body that he can reach while his hands grope at your ass, and he hums like he's the happiest he's ever been when you start to whine at his actions.

he starts stretching you while you're in his lap because he loves looking up at you. he loves how the lights of the bedroom make you seem like an angel, shining and bright. his angel. his. he echoes this to you as your hands grip his shoulders, hips grinding against his hand. the two, maybe three fingers scissor you open for him, and you bless him with moans just as pure as he views you.

by the time he's moving inside you, you're on your back, so he can watch you and tell you more directly how perfect you are. he coos as you melt underneath him, one leg over his shoulder, his hands holding you so gently. he'd hate to bruise someone so lovely, someone he treasures more than anything. he praises you for taking him so well as he picks up speed, fucking into you while his composure starts to slip.

his endless compliments start to get interrupted by his own moans, hands twitching with restraint from gripping you too tightly. even then, he says, "you're just too perfect, i can't control myself around you."

oh he's so cute and sexy you're right ..... i think he knows this too. i can't really see him as a very dominant lover because he seems like suuuuch a brat? definitely the type to press against you in a public area just enough for you to feel that he feels a bit needy...

he tries to take control by kinda dictating when you guys fuck, and he definitely prefers positions where he can be on top of you. he loves to ride you and he likes to degrade you, acting like he's got you wrapped around his finger. he'll act like he's just gonna use you to get off and then go back to work. he'll hold your hands so you can't touch him how you want and to give him more leverage as he bounces on top of you.

but it's all an act. he knows you know he loves you. the best way to show it is to break that persona of control, right? he works so hard, so let him have some rest... pin him to the bed. manhandle him. if you degrade him, he definitely keeps his brat persona, trying to fire back even as he's drooling because you're hitting the perfect spot inside him, making it hard for him to think... by the end of the night he's arching his back and gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles would turn white, and he'd probably need to take the morning off at least...

what really gets him going is to be praised, though. he's been through a lot and as much as being treated so roughly drives him wild, being pampered is nearly eye opening. take him into your lap and kiss at his neck, leave little lovebites on his skin, praising him on how well he takes you... this is a time when you'll probably get him to cry because he feels so overwhelmed. even if you have him trapped beneath you, as long as you just give him all the attention in the world, he's melting underneath you and clinging to you, begging for more.

i think it'd be cute if ibara was a bit of an exhibitionist. he loves when he's at his desk and you come to visit, because it almost always ends in getting a little action. whether it's a hand/blowjob under the desk, or him in your lap as he's still hunched over his paperwork, he just loves when you come spoil him