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Mattsun pressed the full weight of his hips into yours, and ducked his head down into the crook of your neck. Your chin tipped up to welcome him closer, a soft whimper thrumming in your chest. The creeping cold that clung to the air outside your tent didn’t stand a chance against the burning heat between your bodies. Each move of his fingers, hips, and tongue only made you want him more.

The little moans he breathed into your ear reached an octave so deep you felt it in your pussy. His hot tongue dragged down and up your neck, tracing broad circles in between open-mouth kisses. You hooked a knee around his hip and brought your hands up to his hair. Scratching his scalp released the intoxicating aroma of the campfire, and reminded you of all the subtle touches you both shared while sitting around it earlier.

But it also made you remember something else.

Makki… Your heart thumped a little harder. Mattsun wasn’t the only one with eyes for you tonight. A vivid memory played behind your eyelids: Hanamaki watching you keenly from across the flickering flames. The way he smirked when you made eye contact, how he nodded ever so slightly with sinful intent. Even though you were wrapped up in Mattsun’s heavy arm, Makki managed to make you feel so… exposed. Thinking about another man- his best friend nonetheless- while hopelessly whining under Mattsun’s touch made you feel a little dirty.

But it also made you really wet.

You were really losing yourself to the moment now. You moaned a little louder, and rocked your hips roughly against him. You felt Mattsun bite down on your shoulder with a stuttering gasp. You had no idea how hard you made it to contain himself. But you could feel it... throbbing against your thigh. Mattsun’s broad hand trembled as he gripped your hip. His touch dragged down and around your ass, rough fingers sliding under your shorts. He squeezed your softness as his clothed hardness rutted against your thigh. Your head fell back as his long fingers found their way to the damp crotch of your underwear. Your ready walls pulsed as he ran the back of his knuckles along your concealed slit.

Mattsun hummed as his lips wrapped around your throat. “Been daydreamin’ all damn day,” he grunted quietly, “about this.” He punctuated his sentence with a possessive grip over your pussy. He soiled your undies further with a few circles palmed into the fabric. Your cheeks radiated a rosey heat as your breathing fell short.

“You…” you sighed, “You want it?”

“Mmmmm,” Mattsun loved hearing you, “yeah.” His cheek brushed over yours as he brought his teeth to your ear. Unkempt, scruffy facial hair made his sharp jawline that much more dangerous.

You scratched his roots again, and arched your back into him. “Then take it.”

He bellowed a growl, carried on a deep exhale. His teeth tightened around your earlobe as his hot breath fanned your skin. He yanked your panties aside before plunging two, long fingers inside you. Your eyes fluttered shut once more as your heel bumped against his lower back. Mattsun kissed, sucked, and bit your jaw, chin, and lips, all while burying his knuckles between your plush walls. Your eyes darted around beneath your eyelids as he searched roughly for your g-spot.

Once you were breathless, barely able to make a sound, he really got to work. He stretched your swollen walls just like he did your shorts and panties. His fingers prodded your tingling nerves with a swift passion. Every crash of Mattsun’s knuckles into your labia sent a pulse of heat down your thighs and up your spine. Your whole body rocked slightly as he played your pussy like a divine instrument. He chased each and every one of your desperate sounds with increasing vigor.

But it wouldn’t be hooking up with Mattsun unless he had you on top. Keeping his now three fingers deep inside you, his body began to shift. He hooked his free arm under the sweet arch of your back. You held on tight with both arms wrapped around his neck as he rolled you both over. He never allowed you to catch a full breath. His lips locked onto yours with a gasping moan as his tongue savored your spit.

The crotch of your bottoms was a soaked mess, barely resisting the push and pull of his wrist. The way you straddled Mattsun’s hips left you spread wide open, all for him. Your head drooped, damp forehead pressed into his shoulder. You felt his fingers find your g-spot again, only to exploit it without mercy. Even as you shivered, your skin glowed with an unquenchable warmth. Mattsun’s hand gripped your hip tightly as he started pulling you down over his fingers. You exhaled in broken moans, all self-awareness dissolving from your mind.

“Shh shh shhhhh,” Mattsun cooed smugly, as if your debauched demeanor was anything but his fault. He couldn’t help but grin drunkenly into your tousled hair.

Your puffy walls strained around his fingers as they fucked you faster. His bruising grip on your hip only made you clench harder. Your hips moved all on their own, blissfully taking his lead. A familiar and steady pressure coiled deep in your core. Mattsun was bringing you closer unimaginably fast, in a way you could never resist. And your body was making him lose control just as fast. You stifled your cries with your lips on his throat as his hips rose to meet yours on every thrust of his hand. His cock pitched a firm tent in his shorts, the head of it prodded against the crease of your thigh. Your gooey honey dripped down his hand to stain the fabric separating you from your unspoken reward.

“Issseeii,” you whimpered, “I’mmm gonna--”

Brrrrrrrrp!

“Hey y’all wanna come smoke or...?” a voice was already asking.

The zipper of your tent’s flap shot open faster than your eyes could. Your mouth went dry, and your pussy was sure to follow. Your body froze, and your heart leaped up your throat. All you could do was stare blankly at Mattsun’s shocked expression. He raised the hand that wasn’t still buried in your folds to block the unwanted flashlight beam that was now shining over your disheveled forms.

“Bro!” Mattsun spat.

“Buh,” Makki’s voice cracked, “Bro…”

The silence now was deafening. You hid your face in Mattsun’s neck. This couldn’t be happening. A burning blush spread up your neck, around your ears, and across your cheeks. You felt like you died of embarrassment over and over, every second Makki saw you like this. Yet somehow all you could focus on were the three fingers still gently massaging your insides.

“Kinda in the middle of something,” Mattsun quipped sharply.

“Uh yeah…” Makki muttered. He sounded hypnotized. That painful silence settled back in for a few more seconds.

“Either come in or get out,” Mattsun’s voice cut back in, “Just shut the damn door.”

“What?!” you finally joined the discussion.

“You serious…?” Makki marveled.

“What, you think I don’t know?” Mattsun asked you softly with a chuckle. “Do I look like I’m joking?” he called back to Makki over your shoulder, spanking you roughly for emphasis.

“Well fuck,” Makki mumbled. He finally clicked off his flashlight, carelessly discarding it somewhere in the grass. Without a lick of shame or hesitation, he ducked down to climb through the tent’s opening, already fumbling with the pull string of his sweatpants. You couldn’t deny that you haven’t dreamt of this. But you trembled nervously nonetheless. You craned your neck around to peek at Makki disrobing. The dim light of dusk outlined his hunched figure. You watched him shrug his shoulders repeatedly while running one hand through his hair.

Is he psyching himself up? Your stiff expression cracked into a subtle smile. Something about his simple charm was starting to ease your body’s tension.

Mattsun tilted your face back towards him with a firm, gentle grip on your jaw. You were reminded just how big his hands were, not to mention his fingers still idly playing with your pussy. You exhaled a long, shaky sigh.

“Good girl,” he whispered. He pulled you close for a tender kiss. One that told you just how much you deserved to be taken care of. He tasted faintly of fire-roasted confectionery. Your walls twitched around his fingers.

“C-can I… uhm…” ‘Makki managed to squeak out. He was already fully naked, one fist squeezing the base of his freed cock.

“Here put this on,” Mattsun spoke evenly. He fished a little square foil out of his pillowcase before tossing it in Makki’s direction. “And don’t forget who let you have her.”

“Yeah, sure,” Makki answered flatly, with just a hint of sarcasm, as he obediently rolled the condom down his eager length.

“Focus on me, okay?” Mattsun’s voice deepened when addressing you. The growing darkness descending upon your tent only made you that much more aware of the subtleties. His chest rumbled under you as he spoke again. “Don’t worry about him. Don’t even think about him.”

“Mm..mhmm,” you hummed, tipping your head in a slight nod.

With that his fingers began to move again, while yours found purchase in his tangled hair. You warmed back up to his touch so easily, stuttering a sigh. Your fingernails scratched softly against his scalp as his curled gently inside your heat. Your awareness dissolved fast, enough for you to disregard Makki’s knees inching closer to you on the sleeping bag. Mattsun’s fingers brought you back to where you left off.

Before Makki could even think about fucking you though, Mattsun had to put him in his place. His fingers pumped into you a little faster as his free hand slid down his stomach. With a simple push against his waistband, Mattsun freed his fat cock. You felt his hot flesh slap against your ass. It slid easily between your cheeks. The very feeling of his sheer size had your pussy drooling. But he didn’t do this for you.

“Damn dude,” Makki’s voice sounded hollow.

Mattsun chuckled, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. He swirled his fingers languidly, stirring up your sweet juices just a bit longer. A little fuzzy around the edges, you focused as best you could on the way he stretched you out. Your body melted into him as he finger fucked your inhibitions away.

Mattsun deemed you ready for something more, and withdrew his filthy fingers. Before Makki could take what he only assumed was his queue, Mattsun guided the thick head of dick into your messy hole. The arch in your back deepened as you welcomed the surprise. Mattsun only gave you an inch, just enough to wet the tip, and then he was shoving it up into your clit. You choked out a moan as his hot head stroked and stimulated your buzzing nerves.

“Think she’s ready for ya,” Mattsun purred. He cradled your jaw in his palm, paying slow and teasing attention to your swollen lips. His hard length throbbed against your clit as Makki sidled up behind you.

You heard Makki draw a steadying breath. Your shoulders and walls tightened with anticipation. Disbelief that this was actually happening faintly tickled the back of your brain. Mattsun kept his lips locked on yours as you felt something hot and heavy prod your entrance.

“Atta girl,” Mattsun whispered into your moaning mouth, “You can take it.”

Makki gasped as he pushed inside. Every inch he claimed of your pussy drained more control from his body. What started as a slow progression quickly ended with him slamming his groin into your ass with a satisfying slap. You cried out with a clipped whine, cut off by Mattsun drinking down the remains. You felt Makki’s fingers slide into the creases of your thighs, holding you steady as he grinded into you a little deeper.

“Fuck,” Makki praised. He’s been dying to fuck you for so long, and you were well worth the wait. Your walls squeezed him tight with a quivering pulse. He didn’t need any other sign to start moving. The sleeping bag bunched around his knees as he started snapping his hips against you. Makki was long, slender, and reached a spot deep inside you that Mattsun’s girth couldn’t. You tried to imagine how pretty it looked, sliding in and out of your sloppy sweet entrance. Mattsun groaned his approval, still planting sultry kisses all across your lips and jaw.

All this excitement and pressure made you so receptive. You were pressed between the two men of your dreams, getting your ass clapped and pussy pampered. Not to mention all of the short, dirty praises Mattsun slipped you while you rocked against him. You were light-headed and panting, taking every inch of Makki like your pussy was made for him. After a shaky start, he found his groove. His eyes trained on the source of every filthy, wet sound produced by his pounding. He thrusted in fast, hard bursts, just to see how loud you could get.

“Wanna kiss her?” Mattsun interrupted, a hint of mischief in his tone.

“Wh.. y-yeah,” Makki gasped out. He sounded more surprised now than when he was invited in to fuck you. His rhythm mellowed out as he leaned over you. You narrowed your eyes at Mattsun and puffed out some labored whimpers. What’s he up to?

Suddenly Makki was so close you could feel the heat of his breath. Your puffy walls clenched as you were reduced to simply warming his cock. Your eyes darted between the vague outlines of both their faces.

“Too bad,” Mattsun smirked in the darkness. He leaned up to crash his lips against Makki’s. The latter made the cutest little muffled yelp… but didn’t pull back. You could hear them testing the waters, slipping a bit of tongue into each other’s mouths before getting lost in the moment. You felt Makki’s cock twitch inside you. For once you didn’t mind being ignored like this. You watched and listened patiently, adding a few enthusiastic moans to theirs.

Makki didn’t stop kissing Mattsun when he finally picked up fucking you again. Your lips and teeth found Mattsun’s neck as Makki drove you close to the edge. Their rough and determined gasps for breath, the sultry smacking of lips, the hungry growls, and Makki’s full length slamming into your abused walls… all swirled into a torrent of pleasure that came to a head deep inside your core.

You cried out in finality before biting down hard on Mattsun’s shoulder. Your pussy fluttered and clenched, milking Makki dry as he stuffed the latex full of his seed. Mattsun let him gasp for breath, all while licking slowly across his sweaty jaw. Mattsun was more than pleased, but nowhere near finished.

“Beat it… ya had your fill,” Mattsun grumbled in a husky slur, “‘Bout time I get mine.”

“Hello?” a voice distorted by telephone wires yanked you unceremoniously from your vivid daydream.

You were suddenly aware of the light sheen of sweat creeping up the back of your neck.

“You there?” the voice prodded with obvious annoyance. You patted your headset with your fingertips, just to make sure that was real.

“Ah— hmm hello, yes!” you blurted out. You choked on the spit that had pooled beneath your tongue. The tips of your ears couldn’t be burning any hotter. How long was I out?

“That’s twice now this call cut out,” the customer grumbled, voice raising with irritation.

“My sincerest apologies,” you took a quick look around your cubicle, “we’ve been experiencing some.. service... outages today…?”

“Right,” they sounded anything but convinced, “I’ll have to ask your supervisor about that.”

“Wh—“ your body stiffened, “you don’t have to do th…”

The call ended curtly with a treble beep.

Your shoulders slumped as your lips released the deep breath you’d been holding. With a little shuffle of the soles of your shoes, you scooted your chair closer to your desk. You reached for your computer mouse and began scrolling idly through your email. Can reply all just… not?

“Knock knock,” your regrettably enthusiastic coworker prevented you from sinking into your usual workflow. You could feel her bright eyes drilling into the back of your head.

You turned just enough to side-eye her. “What now?”

“Ms. Yachi wants to see youuu,” she sang, with a waggle of her pointer finger.

Fuck. You nearly sprayed a gulp of lukewarm coffee all over your monitor. “She’s here?!”

“Not sure how the boss swung that,” your coworker rambled on. The force of you jumping up sent your computer chair spinning. “Heard something about her running our next ad campaign.”

You straightened out your business casual the best you could, whole-heartedly regretting not trying a little harder getting ready this morning. Today of all days.

“Finally getting promoted?” There’s that painful optimism again.

“Probably the opposite,” you croaked with a defeated tone, “How do I look?”

“Hmmm,” your coworker gave you a considerate once-over with a sideways tilt to her head, “Human.”

You groaned dramatically, fending off her bubbly laughter with an elbow to her side. You pushed past her with a giggle. “Wish me luck,” you called over your shoulder, failing to ask where to even find Madoka. Halfway across the broad, open-plan office you realized your mistake. God, the thought of her made you so nervous you almost forgot how to walk too. You raced towards your manager’s office with an anxious pep to your step. Surely he would save you.

“Hey do you--” you started talking before you even shouldered the door open, “oooo…”

Your eyes blew wide at the sight of none other than Madoka Yachi sitting pretty in place of your manager. Stiletto heels crossed atop the desk, arms folded tightly over the breast of her chic suit jacket. Her sheer lack of wearing anything underneath made it increasingly hard for you to breathe. You forced yourself to look her in the eye.

“Ah,” her voice was even smoother than you remembered, “Just who I wanted to see.”

You watched her slowly withdraw her slender legs from the desktop. The simple act of standing up never looked this sexy. She felt timeless, like you knew she was older than you but could never tell by how much. Your heart shuddered in your chest, she even had your heartbeat tripping over itself.

She leaned elegantly against the front of the desk, gesturing to the chair before her. “Sit.”

“Yes ma’am,” you nodded quickly. Your body obeyed instantly, weak knees brushing past each other as you crossed the room. The sleek leather squeaked as you settled into it. But nothing could break your eyes away from hers. This was easily the closest you’ve ever been to her, and you could feel your pussy yearning to get even closer when you crossed your legs.

“That last client you had...” Madoka hardly finished her sentence before your heart plummeted to your stomach. You could feel your first impression with her already going up in smoke. “Gerald, wasn’t it? God, we go way back.”

You suppressed an internal scream. You could just die right now. You’ve lived a good life, right?

“He’s such a bastard, isn’t he?” Madoka chuckled.

You blinked rapidly. “Ma’am?”

She grinned down at you. “The cold shoulder works wonders with him,” she sighed, “That poor excuse for a man won’t budge on a sale unless you emasculate him. Just a little.”

You were speechless. This was nowhere close to how you imagined this ominous meeting playing out. Before your jaw could drop, Madoka caught it with her fingertip. Your heart slammed against your ribcage as she tilted your chin up towards her. When did she get so close?

“You played him like a sap. Had him running to me with his tail between his legs,” her voice softened slightly. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she considered the subtle curves of your lips, “Such a good girl.”

Your pussy pulsed, lapping up her words. You never took yourself as someone who had a praise kink. But coming from her…

“Th-thank you ma’am,” you managed. Your voice sounded so small and alien.

Madoka shot you a satisfied smile, beautiful face withdrawing from yours as she leaned back against the desk. The fabric of her jacket shifted as she refolded her arms, her exposed skin leaving so little to your eager imagination.

“Your annoying friend invited me out for a drink later,” her velvety voice drew on. If you weren’t still so starstruck, maybe you would’ve enjoyed that commiseration regarding your most-avoided coworker. “And you’re coming too.”

It wasn’t a question, but a command. You could do nothing but nod.

“Very well,” Madoka tipped her head towards the door, gesturing with her eyes. “Off you go then.”

You forced your trembling legs to stand. “Ma’am.” You idiot, don’t bow. Without knowing what else to say, you hurried towards the door.

God, you needed to get some air.

You later found yourself perched on a barstool, graciously seated at the end of a long line of office happy hour shenanigans. You passively watched your coworkers shamelessly down shots of tequila, while you daydreamed about giving them all a heartfelt Irish goodbye. Sneaking home to crawl into a bed of freshly washed sheets.

Why am I even here? you wondered as your lips closed around the rim of the same drink you’d been nursing since you first arrived.

A gentle touch to your knee promptly answered your unspoken question. Your shoulders hiked up a couple inches as a familiar voice filled your ear.

“Sorry I’m late,” Madoka leaned in dangerously close, “What did I miss…”

As you turned towards her, you sucked down a generous gulp from your glass. As if that would save you from saying anything stupid. It was only now that you noticed how she left two middle nails of her long, sharp acrylic set… short and rounded. If this wasn’t another daydream, she’d surely be the death of you.

“...besides you?” she added with a sly grin. Madoka left you alone to choke on her words while she ordered a bourbon, neat. She even gave your “trashy” drink a try while she waited. If you weren’t in such close proximity to your raucous coworkers, this might have almost felt like a date. But how could someone like her possibly be into someone like you? You drowned your thoughts in another long pull of alcohol. You needed at least a little buzz to survive tonight.

Madoka mimicked your movement, but made finishing her drink look so easy. “Be right back,” her cheek touched yours as she murmured directly into your ear. She punctuated her exit by slamming her empty glass on the polished bartop. Your eyes trained on her collarbones as she slipped past you, so close you nearly kissed. You watched her swagger off towards the restroom.

You slowly spun back around to the bar. “Damn,” you muttered to yourself, breathing a sigh of relief. Something about being around her made you tense muscles you didn’t even know you had.

A whole second drink later... and still no Madoka. Maybe you were drinking faster to cool your nerves, but you were beyond tired of getting teased about “gettin’ stood up” by your sloppy coworkers. You brought your empty glass down on the bar with a decisive thud, and slid off your seat.

You leaned through the surprisingly unlocked bathroom door, but your knees didn’t give out a little until you were met with what lay beyond. Madoka stood by the toilet with one long leg propped up, her elegant heel resting on the grimy seat. Her fitted pencil skirt was hiked up high on her toned thighs.

“Finally,” she laughed, “Come darling, can you give me a hand?”

“Um sure,” you answered. You were realizing too late that you’d quite literally do anything for this woman.

“Can’t get the damn thing closed,” Madoka feigned innocence, pointing to the loose clasp at her ankle. Why anyone would take off their shoes in a place like this, you’d never ask. But you descended to the sticky floor nonetheless, steady buzz of booze in your veins dissolving your inhibitions. It wasn’t until you started fumbling with the little leather strap that you realized the compromising position you were kneeling in. You swallowed, forcing your eyes to stay focused on her heel.

“So obedient,” you heard Madoka point out. Right as you finished sliding the strap through the tiny buckle, a slender hand stopped you. “Don’t be shy,” her tone deepened, “I know you want to…”

“Want… to…?” you played dumb as best you could.

“Look.” It was less of her completing her sentence, and moreso a command.

You gnawed on your lower lip a moment, drawing a shaky breath. The last full one you’d get for a while, you were sure. Your gaze flickered quickly up her skirt, then promptly back to her calf. You tried to recall that blink you caught of her. But your chest was already heaving in short bursts. Was she wearing… nothing under there? Your curiosity swiftly got the best of you.

Madoka hummed a mischievous giggle as you stole a second glance. She even rolled her skirt up to her lean hips, begging you to never look away. Your grip on her ankle tightened as your lips parted. This had to be the prettiest pussy you’ve ever seen. Delicate, yet powerful. The edges of her soft, blonde pubes perfectly groomed. Framed by the tight creases of her flexing thighs, her firm little labia looked so inviting. Once you inhaled her subtle musk through your nostrils, your mind went blank.

Next thing you knew, you were dragging your open mouth through her pussy lips like a feral animal. Your breaths were ragged, carried on low moans. Madoka whined in happy surprise, her fingers already yanking on your hair. Pulling you even closer. God she tasted like nothing you’ve ever had before. Bittersweet like a pomegranate, meaty and full like a feast fit for a queen. Every breath you drew, every slow drag of your tongue, was all her. She felt better than you ever could have daydreamed on your slowest days at work.

Your fingers dug into her soft thighs, like you needed to hold onto this moment as long as you could. You felt her hips curl into you, letting your tongue delve a little deeper. You licked wildly in every direction, flicking her clit and teasing her lips. Dipping the tip into her delicious entrance. You had no idea what she even liked, but you were dying to find out.

Just, not yet. Madoka pulled you away with a tug on your hair. She smiled proudly down at you, just like she did earlier in her office. She wiped some of her juices off your cheeks with her thumbs. “Let’s go get filthy… somewhere less filthy.”

As the two of you fled the bar, she insisted on her place, laughing off your audacity of offering yours. A car awaited you at the curb, like this was all part of her plan to get you in bed. The second you pulled the door closed behind you, Madoka pinned you to it. Kissing you fiercely, leading with her tongue. You gasped and moaned as your lips slotted together in a sloppy rhythm. Luckily the driver offered nothing in the form of polite conversation as the car sped you two to your destination.

You were close on Madoka’s tail as she leapt from the eventually idled car. You both giggled carelessly, trying to get the front door of her building open while vigorously swapping spit. Maybe you were tipsy at the bar, but she made you feel drunk. The operator at the desk was left completely ignored as the two of you clamored into the elevator. She shoved you against the cab wall with surprising strength. Your lips collided again, this time your tongue getting a little zealous. The burning desire deep in your core was becoming unbearable.

Madoka rushed you to her door, letting you suck and bite her bare collarbones as she fished for her keys. The lock clicked open, and you were eagerly pulled across the threshold. Deft fingers raced to uncover whatever you were hiding under all those damn layers of clothes. You swatted blindly for a lightswitch as you kissed down Madoka’s neck. Her earthy yet floral fragrance was intoxicating. Your fingertips found purchase, and suddenly you were showered in warm light from above. Your eyes fluttered open as Madoka nipped marks down your neck. From the corner of your vision you spotted an uncharacteristically... cute backpack, hanging on a peg by the door.

Your mind chased after the implications. You were suddenly hyper-aware of waking her child. No, maybe even... children? The realization perverted something about the lust pumping through your veins. You quickly halted everything, taking a moment to clear your gravelly throat. Madoka’s brow scrunched into a disappointed scowl. Her head whipped around to find out what was so damn exciting, what could possibly take your attention away from her. Her features eased into relief as she laughed through her nose.

“Oh. That.”

She turned back towards you, “Don’t worry, the kid’s off to college.” She breathed a sigh that felt a little wistful, “Much unlike her mother, she’s a little scatterbrained.”

That assurance felt a little back-handed, but who were you to judge? Especially as you watched Madoka finally shed her suit jacket. Your dilating pupils roamed down her chest, taking in every inch of her perfect tits. You extended your reach to her waist, dragging your fingertips up to cradle the soft curves beneath. Fuck her skin was unimaginably soft. You felt her hum blissfully as your thumbs brushed across her nipples. But right as you leaned down to take one into your mouth, she pivoted coyly.

Leaving a trail of your remaining clothes, Madoka led you to her elegant bedroom. She climbed onto the raised mattress first, holding out a hand for you to join her. Your exposed skin felt ablaze, buzzing nerves sensitive to the heavy air around you. The bed dipped beneath your knees as you crawled towards her with anticipation. She sat up, back supported by a mound of pillows. She patted a spot on her thigh.

“Come,” her commands were becoming addictive, “Lay in my lap a while.”

You obeyed instantly, rolling onto your back and leaning your head back across her firm thighs. You drew your knees up, idly rubbing them together. Your eyes wandered around the gentle curves of her tits. You felt your walls flutter.

Madoka leaned forward, dangling her ample tits just above your face. “Be a good girl for me… and suck.”

Your back arched off the bed as she smothered your face in her tits. Your mouth dropped open as you felt their full weight envelope you. You groaned happily as you sucked her perky nipple into your mouth. You flicked the little nub with the tip of your tongue before flattening your tastebuds against it. Madoka cradled your head in one hand, lovingly stroking your hair as you suckled to your heart’s content. Her other hand danced down over your stomach and hip, fingertips lightly tracing along your inner thigh.

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as you buried your face in her plush flesh. You raised your hands to her chest, just to squish her lush tits together and massage them against your face. You pulled and played with whichever nipple you weren’t sucking and biting, fully enjoying every inch of her you could fit in your mouth and fingers.

“Mm such a hungry little thing,” Madoka cooed soft praises, gazing down at you through heavy eyelids. “You look so pretty when you’re desperate.” Her fingertips rubbed gentle circles into your skin as they ascended between your thighs, and became awfully hard to ignore. Your hips twitched and your pussy clenched. You felt just how wet she’s made you. Your knees dropped open, guiding her touch where you needed it most. But her teasing was relentless, every pass her fingers made at your pantyline ended with a wide sweep in the opposite direction.

Your patience was rapidly replaced by your need for her inside you. Your hips bucked and twisted, trying to catch her fingers in your glistening lips.

Madoka giggled softly. “Cute,” she drawled. The fingers in your hair started scratching at your scalp.

You pulled your mouth off her nipple with a gasp. “Fuck--” you begged in a wavering whine, “Fucking... touch me.”

“Touch you…?” Madoka smirked, even her fingers waited for you to ask properly.

You couldn’t quite hold her gaze. “Please…” you whimpered, “please touch me, mmm.. Mommy.”

Madoka’s eyebrow jumped briefly at the title. Unexpected, but certainly not unwelcomed. And it sounded even better coming from you. Her fingers traced the crease between your thigh and vulva. “Again,” she commanded firmly. She needed to really hear it.

You managed to look up at her, your brows tugged into a pout. You paused a second to pinch your lip between your teeth. You tried again, “Mommy… please.”

“Hmmm, fine,” Madoka blinked slowly as a mischievous smile creased her cheeks. “I’ll take good care of you,” she assured you before pushing your face back between her tits. Her softness stifled your explosive moans as two fingers plunged into your pussy. The heel of her palm spread your lips, unhooding your tender clit for a jarring squeeze. Your spongy walls quaked and tightened around her fingers. Your hips wiggled beneath the push and pull of her hand.

Wisened fingers found that spot inside you that made you squeak breathlessly, and exploited it. You dragged your teeth and tongue across and between her smothering tits. Your thoughts dissipated into a horny haze as Madoka’s rhythm inside you built to an alarming rate. Your head tipped back, barely a breath or sound escaped your gaping mouth as your vision blurred. Your thighs clapped shut around her wrist as you gushed over her knuckles. You thought for a moment that you’ve never felt so good in your entire life.

Your shoulders slumped and heels slid out from beneath you, all tension in your body replaced by radiating warmth. Madoka curled her fingers in small circles inside you until your flushed walls released her. After slipping out, she gently petted your lips in long strokes.

“God you’re perfect,” Madoka whispered. “I’m making you do that again.”

As relaxed and spent as you felt, your pussy tingled at her words. You offered only a wordless whimper as she gingerly rolled you onto your tummy. Her luxe comforter felt incredibly soft on your cheek and chest. You breathed a long, content hum into the unfathomable thread count.

“Knees up, darling,” Madoka ordered against your ear, “Good girl.”

Your back curved deep into the mattress, leaving your ass perfectly poised in the air. Madoka lay beside you, tits spilling over your shoulder as she ran one hand down your spine. Her touch gave you violent chills, raising goosebumps wherever she went. You squeaked a broken moan when she spanked you without warning. Her palm landed at the tender juncture between your thigh and asscheek. She laughed at your pathetic little sound when she repeated the motion with additional force, but made sure to smooth over the raw spot with a soft squeeze.

“You feel so good in my hands,” Madoka cooed, running her fingers down between your cheeks. You whined into the satin fabric as she played with your sensitive lips. She gripped your pussy like it belonged to her, wedging her middle finger between your labia just to make you messier. You screwed your eyes shut as her fingernail contacted your clit. Your hips rocked forward, as if you could escape her grasp.

Madoka clicked her tongue with a hint of condescension. “Aw, too much?”

You balled your fists in the comforter, the overstimulation making you dizzy. And yet you needed more. You could barely make out the form of her face through the veil of your tangled hair. “I…” you began with a shaky breath, “I can take it.”

When your hips tipped back to where they belonged, Madoka’s glossy lips twisted into a sinful grin. “Mmm,” her grip on your pussy tightened, “Such a good fucking girl.”

With that, Madoka pushed up onto her knees and sidled up behind you. The mattress bobbed as she adjusted something on herself, well beyond your field of vision. You gasped as her touch returned to you, in the form of her nails dragging down your back. She promised to reward you, for being so good for her. Your hips drifted side to side with a dreamy flourish, toes curling with anticipation. You felt one hand wrap around your hip as the other drifted back to your sloppy slit.

Madoka wasted no time sliding three fingers between your plump lips. You sharply exhaled a ragged moan, open mouth spilling your drool onto the comforter. You choked back another cry as she freely twisted and scissored her fingers, stretching you open like you’ve never been before. The spread of her knuckles at your entrance, the prodding of her fingertips against your slick walls, plunged you deeper into mindless bliss. Streams of your juices ran from your entrance with every clench of your cunt. Your spine rolled gently as you pushed your hips back into her generous hand.

But that delicious stretch wasn’t enough to prepare you for what came next. After a broad swirl of her fingers, Madoka pulled your hole upwards with a deliberate shake. In what little room was left under her knuckles, she started to press the tip of her strap-on inside. You whipped your head around, trying to watch as she forced all of that into your tight little hole. You slumped back into the mattress as she pressed forward, barely able to breathe. Now you were really getting split open.

“Relax princess,” Madoka called to you, tugging you open just a little wider.

In one fluid motion, she withdrew her fingers and slammed the ribbed toy in to the hilt. What little breath you had left in your chest was knocked clear from you. The impact shot stars across your lidded vision, your pupils wildly darting back and forth. Madoka slid her hands under each of your asscheeks, pulling them apart so she could push a little deeper into you. Your calves flexed and shoulders shrugged up to your cheeks. Fuck.

“Mmmmmommy,” was all you could manage through parched lips.

Madoka leaned back, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She listened to your desperate whines as she dragged her full length back out again. Your pussy clenched cutely around nothing, like she could take it all again, promising little resistance. Something about you just made Madoka want to spoil you more, to make a mess of you like no one else could.

And so she did. First securing her soft, firm grip around your hips, she snapped hers forward. Your fingers clawed at the blankets, for something to hold onto as you were railed into oblivion. Madoka rode you with a fierce determination. Every impact of her lean hips against your plush ass sent waves of fire down your thighs and up your spine. Her thick cock reached deeper upon every thrust. You felt every bump and ridge as it was dragged rapidly through your little entrance. Your cheek rested in a puddle of your own drool. You feared your eyes might be stuck rolled back like this forever.

Your pussy strained to flutter and clench around the girth Madoka impaled you on. You were so fucked out by now that you lost track of what were your orgasms, and what were just your spasming muscles and numbing nerves. She leaned forward, sliding her hands over your shoulders for support. She kept up her searing pace as she flattened your chest into the mattress. Flecks of your cum were splayed across her defined groin.

When your numb knees couldn’t hold you up any longer, Madoka decided you’ve had enough. One hand massaged the small of your back as she slowly pulled out. You winced at the erratic tingling in your abused cunt. Your hips tipped over and you flopped fully onto the bed. You were lightheaded, lovedrunk, and decided you were content to never move again. This was nothing like any of the dreams you’ve had. No, this was so much better.

You heard Madoka discard her strap, it thudded heavily to the floor. The mattress bowed under her knees as she crawled back to bed with you. She scooted in close before you, slinging one thigh over your hip and pulling your head to her chest. She breathed a long, satisfied sigh. Her fingers started gently brushing out your tangled hair, pausing every so often to just scratch your scalp. Your cheeks slotted perfectly between her warm, supple tits. After she milked every ounce of lust from your body, this just felt like a simple comfort.

“Honestly,” Madoka whispered sweetly, “I’ve been dying to do that since the first time we met.”

You snorted a laugh, snaking an arm around her side to pull her closer. You knew this had to be her customary pillow talk. What she told everyone. Even still, you couldn’t help a small smile.

“Yeah… same.”

You worried your lower lip between your teeth, like if you waited long enough you wouldn’t have to speak at all. Daichi took another step towards you, shrugging off his jacket. His chiseled face hovered close. A strong hand brushed loose strands of your hair behind one ear before cradling the nape of your neck. You prayed your trembling wasn’t so obvious.

“Can I.. please kiss you?” he asked again, like politeness was what you were waiting for. If only he knew what really played out in the back of your brain. Memories of dreams and fantasies, each one portraying Daichi careless and desperate to ruin you. Fast and reckless, without a drop of chivalry in his body. You almost felt guilty about how your desire perverted the idea of him.

All in due time, though.

“Please,” was all you could breathe as your fingers twisted in the front of his shirt. Sucking in a quick breath, Daichi rushed in to connect your lips. The smell of earthy aftershave and taste of toothpaste overwhelmed your senses. Your mind ceased to process anything other than Daichi’s lips slotting perfectly and eagerly into yours. You moaned so loud into his mouth you didn’t recognize the sound. You knew you wanted him bad, but your body was getting desperate all on its own.

His other hand boldly slid up your stomach, finding the soft curve of your tit before squeezing it through your shirt. You gasped in a quick parting of lips before sliding your tongue into Daichi’s mouth. You needed more of him, more of his hands and tongue, all over you. You pulled him closer by his shirt to urge him on. His hips met yours. His arousal, plain and hard, rubbed against your thigh. Your heart fluttered and pussy pulsed. He kissed you harder, pulling more shameful sounds from your lungs.

Daichi started walking you both across the room, continuing to make out with you in a building hunger. The backs of your calves bumped into the couch, layout of your own home shocking you back to reality. With his hand low on your back you were lowered into the cushions, but not without a manner of shuffling, sloppy kisses, and a few giggles. His hips started moving between your legs without hesitation. His concealed length made itself known through the barrier of loose clothes. Your knees drew up instinctively, thighs falling open to welcome his body closer.

You shared another broken moan as Daichi’s tongue explored your mouth. Every few kisses, he’d run it around your lips before teasing you with his teeth. He gathered both your hands in one of his and pinned them above your head. His free hand found your chest again, dragging over your raised nipples and squeezing as much flesh as he could fit in his fingers. Another press of his clothed erection into the intersection of your thighs sent your back arching off the couch. You were dying for relief.

An easy push of Daichi’s broad hand rolled your shirt up over your bare tits. He wasted little time kissing down your flushed neck to get his mouth on one of your perky nipples. Your chin tilted up as a soft whimper left your lips. Your hands, now free of his grip, twisted in his hair. Your hips bucked up, begging for more friction. Your needy squirming settled as you felt his hand drift down your stomach and slip under your waistband.

Thick fingers sliding through your folds were met with your dripping eagerness. Daichi’s lips worked over your sensitive areolas, sucking on one nipple and then the other. A finger pressed into your swollen clit, making you gush even more.

“You have no idea,” Daichi moaned into your chest, “how long I’ve been dying to get on top of you.”

Your mouth fell open as one finger ventured inside of you. Daichi watched you slyly as you reacted to a second digit stretching you open. He passively nipped and licked your tits as he focused on curling his fingers inside your warm walls. He pressed a kiss to your sternum as he trailed down lower. Your breath fell shorter the farther he went. Your bottoms were yanked down your legs the moment his face reached your cunt. He paused, heavy breaths fanning your slick skin.

“Can I kiss you...” he began, emphasizing his words with little kisses pressed into either inner thigh, “here?” With that he licked a long, fat stripe up your pussy lips.

“God yes,” You gasped as tingles danced down your legs to your toes. Your thighs were hoisted over Daichi’s shoulders, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips. He dove in fast, pushing his tongue past your puffy entrance. He buried his tongue inside as far as he could, lapping up every drop of you. The sounds this man made while eating you out made you feel like the most delicious thing on the planet, and only encouraged you to get a little louder too.

Your back arched smoothly, curving your hips to bring Daichi’s face closer. Every drag of his tongue, every lewd and wet sound, sent you higher up into the clouds. He shook his head back and forth shortly, flicking your aching clit with his nose. His wide tongue dipped in and out of you leisurely, like he was really savoring you. Watching him only made it feel that much better.

You were so close already, pleasure and something like embarrassment burned in your chest and cheeks. Your moans were softening and trailing off, mind and body focused on the work of Daichi’s tongue and lips. And then he had to go doing that… watching you. His dilated pupils found yours and locked on, just as he hummed long and loud. The vibrations shuddered through your core, and the heat of the moment broke the dam of pressure building deep inside of you. Your thighs clapped over his ears and squeezed. You threw your head back with a whine as you gushed over Daichi’s handsome face.

“That’s my girl,” he praised in a low tone before softly kissing your clit.

You chewed your lower lip and reminded yourself to breathe normally. You allowed yourself to relax back into the couch cushions a little. Your movement started a chain reaction in the couple beside you, both of them shuffling around to get a little more comfortable. Daishou swung one arm over Mika’s shoulders, reaching far enough to gingerly curl his fingers around your neck. Your muscles reacted with even more tension, which only got worse as Mika wrapped both arms around your midsection.

Thank god the lights were off, because the skin of your neck and cheeks was instantly set ablaze.

“Much better,” Mika sighed, nuzzling your shoulder.

Daishou gave your neck a gentle scratch. Goosebumps prickled your scalp.

“Y-yeah,” you forced out. Trying to draw a breath only reminded you how good Mika smelled.

Surely they knew what they were doing to you, right? You tried to sneak a glance at Daishou, figuring the darkness in the room had you covered. The instant waggle of his eyebrow as he caught you looking answered that question plainly. Definitely.

His eyes narrowed as he added a little pressure to the nails dragging across your skin. Your helpless expression seemed to satisfy him, a soft smirk pulled at his lips.

“Comfy?” Mika’s voice sounded different from this close. Or maybe that was intentional.

It was only then you noticed how tightly your thighs were clenched together. If you tipped your head down to look her in the eyes, you’d practically be kissing. You’d be lying if you said this wasn’t the exact fantasy you’ve dreamt of before.

“Yeah,” you repeated, barely audible over the television. Mika’s fingers traced a slow slalom down your side, making their way across your stomach before creeping further downward. Your back lifted from the cushions a couple inches as she idly toyed with your waistband.

“How ‘bout now?” she cooed against your shoulder. Your body heat was nigh unbearable under the blanket. Your hands fidgeted on top of it as you processed the question.

“Mm.. yeah,” you managed, nodding your head slightly. Daishou’s hand grew more familiar with the lines of your neck, taking a pass along your jaw, then up to your earlobe. The couch creaked as he pivoted towards you. Mika sat low enough for him to lean in for a brief kiss. His lips on yours was shocking. Your eyes blew wide, a delayed reaction to your friend’s boyfriend tonguing your mouth.

Daishou withdrew mere centimeters, letting you process the moment. His sly smile was outlined by the flickering screen before you. Your lips remained parted. How he wished you could see the look on your face.

“You good?” he asked, words laced with mirth.

You couldn’t stop staring at his lips. A silent plea for more. “Mm.. hm..” you hummed shortly.

“Mm-AH!” your soft response twisted into a high whine as Mika’s fingers snuck into your panties. The sight of Daishou’s pretty, grinning mouth got lost in your eyelashes. Your body sunk back into the couch, melting under Mika’s touch. Her elegant fingers glided between your plump, needy folds.

“Fuck she’s wet,” Mika praised before biting into your shoulder with a moan.

Your head tipped over the summit of cushions, brows furrowing. You breathed brokenly, in time with the circles Mika traced around your clit. You barely registered Daishou climbing off the couch. He left for some amount of time you couldn’t measure, all of your brain dissolved into the sweet nothing of Mika’s lips on your neck. And her fingers buried in your dripping cunt. Your thighs lifted around her wrist, legs held aloft by only your toes on the floor.

Your eyes cracked open enough to watch Daishou return. His silhouette eclipsed the forgotten film behind him. The curl of Mika’s fingers forced your eyes shut once more. Desperate moans chased your every breath. Mika savored every vibration of your throat with her tongue.

Daishou stooped down into a kneel in front of the couch, watching intently as his girlfriend ruined you slowly. The scene was more than enough to swell his clothed cock to an aching fullness. But tonight wasn’t about him.

Not yet at least.

Exhaling with a low groan, Daishou pushed both hands over your knees and up your thighs. Another pair of hands on your body made your head spin. His grip was firm and deliberate. His fingers slid between your ass and the cushions. Without any warning he yanked your hips to the very edge. As you slid down the couch, your face was welcomed by Mika’s chest. Her fingers left your quivering hole before she pulled her t-shirt up over her head. Your juices were smeared across your chin as she cradled you into her soft tits. Without needing to be told, your lips parted, sucking her nipple into your mouth.

“Hmmmm.. atta girl,” Mika praised, “So good for me.”

Daishou handed something to Mika before tugging your leggings and panties off completely. Your knees knocked together, like some part of you was still feeling embarrassed. You whined into Mika’s tits as Daishou pushed your shirt up to your collarbones.

“Goddamn,” Daishou brought his lips to your inner thigh as his hands cupped your tits, “You have nothing to be shy about.” He drew a loud breath through his nose while bouncing the full weight of your breasts in his palms. Your hips squirmed as his teeth sunk into sensitive skin.

Daishou’s hands drifted down your body, making way for Mika’s attention on your tits. You never stopped slobbering on her nipple as she dragged something hard and smooth over your chest. The press of a button brought the toy to life. It hummed loudly below your chin. It pulled softly on your skin wherever it made contact. The full sensation of it didn’t hit you until Mika brought it to your perky nipple. The round opening of the vibrator made a perfect seal of suction around your sensitive nub.

Another click and the sensation heightened, pulling soft moans from your lungs. Mika pushed and pulled the toy into your nipple, forcing your nerves to teeter between feeling too much and not enough. Your jaw dropped open, your mouth hanging loosely around her areola.

“Mmm…” Daishou licked his lips, hoisting your thighs onto his shoulders, “Let’s see how much a mess we can make of you.”

His words were the last thing you remembered before your head fell back into the cushions again. Before his nose pressed roughly against your clit, harsh breaths puffed against your folds. Before his tongue entered you, hungry and rough like he had something to prove.

Mika stayed right with you as you lost yourself to the feeling. Both of her delicate hands worshipped your breasts, one using the vibrator and the other her deft fingers. She let you babble mindlessly, kissing instead along your jaw and neck. The steady thrum of the toy was drowned out completely, both by your reckless moans and the earnest grunts coming from between your thighs.

Daishou’s head game was chaotic. Like he needed to try everything all at once, just to see how loud could get. His nose shoved against your puffy clit as his tongue sunk deeper inside. He licked into your tight walls rapidly, savoring everything he could lap up. He didn’t give you much time to react before he was flicking your clit with just the tip of his tongue. In another moment he was roughly licking up and down the full length of your labia, smearing your juices as he went and breathing hard. His throbbing cock leaked for you, begged to fill you up like his tongue couldn’t.

“Lay her down,” Daishou commanded roughly.

Mika toyed with your tits a little longer, giggling against your neck. “Gladly.”

She guided you to lay lengthwise along the couch, rewarding you with a breathy kiss. Your body was warm, tingling, and eager for whatever was next. You hadn’t caught a full breath in what felt like hours. Mika climbed off of you briefly, only to get naked before mounting you again. Daishou kneeled below the both of you, squeezing his clothed bulge before shoving his shorts down below his balls.

Damn, his girlfriend looked so good on top of you.

“Here,” Mika offered, waving the still-buzzing vibrator just in front of your face, “Lemme really make you fall in love with this.”

She guided it down between your bodies and paused, holding it as close to your clit as she could without touching. You were allowed a quick whine of desperation before the toy sealed around your throbbing nub. The sensation was infinitely stronger than what you expected, and sent your hips twitching uncontrollably. It felt like way too much. Your eyes rolled back in your skull. Your pussy fluttered and clenched around nothing.

The vibrations in your core resonated between your clenched teeth.

“God I wanna fuck her,” Daishou muttered as he sidled up to Mika’s bare ass. “But,” he spanked her with a sly smile on his face, “you first babe.”

Mika’s chest slumped against you as Daishou buried his full length inside her tiny hole. Now it was her turn to cry and squirm. She tried her best to hold the vibrator to your clit as Daishou railed her at a reckless pace. The toy bounced on your swollen nub to the rhythm of Daishou’s thrusts. The suction lulled you into a fuzzy numbness, leaving you weak and motionless. But the sharp electricity of your orgasm brought you back to reality. With a squeaky gasp, you held on tight to Mika as you came undone. Your eyes crossed and toes curled.

Daishou slipped out of Mika’s sloppy pussy before shoving his cock into yours.

“Do that again,” he insisted, over the sound of your surprised squeal, “just for me.”

You pursed your lips tight to stifle a surprised laugh, but another squeeze of your ass silenced you.

“If you really want to know just how much I don’t care,” he continued, at a shockingly normal volume, “come to the bathroom in like two minutes.” With that, he withdrew his hand and clambered out of his chair. You watched him go, collecting your thoughts and flexing your thighs together. You immediately checked your phone to clock the time.

The final course of the night was being served, and you wouldn’t miss it for the world. Right on cue, or more precisely two, you excused yourself from the table. Acting as natural as you deemed appropriate, you smiled and joked right down until the second you could escape down the hall. Your pulse quickened as your fingers wrapped around the bathroom doorknob. You gingerly twisted it open, but your carefulness was cast aside when Tsukki roughly pulled you across the threshold.

Without a word he grabbed your waist and hoisted you onto the vanity countertop. Your excited laughter was stifled instantly as a large hand clamped your mouth shut. Your eyes widened, senses sharpening with the blood rushing through your veins. You helplessly grabbed onto his wrist with both hands, watching attentively for his next move. With little preamble, Tsukki’s other hand was back down inside your pants. The front this time. Your knees knocked together as the rough pads of his fingertips glided through your remarkably wet folds.

Tsukki loomed over you, his height overpowering yours now more than ever. His lips grazed your ear. “You really get off on this huh?” he sneered. Knowing you couldn’t answer made asking that much better. Your brows pinched into a pout, and your moans vibrated against his palm. Your pussy answered for you, in glistening streams that coated his fingers. Without further ado, two long digits slipped inside of you. Your ass tensed on the cool counter, hips tilting into his touch.

Your eyes drifted closed as Tsukishima reached deep inside of you, forcing out your essence to stain your panties. The hand over your mouth squeezed your jaw firmly as stuttering breaths trickled from your nostrils. His slick fingers remained stuffed inside you to the knuckles, curling and pushing at your g-spot without mercy. Each press of his nimble fingers turned up your body heat in degrees. Your hips jerked minimally, like you couldn’t quite help it.

Your muffled moans climbed an octave as his merciless rhythm gained in intensity. When you could crack your eyes open, you could barely focus on Tsukishima’s perfectly angular features. All the sharp edges that usually made you swoon, just softened into sweet little curves. Warmth and tension pooled between your hips. His long, thick fingers beckoned to your climax, drawing it closer with every enticing circle. He watched you intently, biting his lip in concentration.

Tsukishima buried his hand just a little deeper, webbing of the fingers left outside of you straining against your entrance. You whined into his palm, surely you’ve drooled all over it by now. You leaned back, head knocking against the mirror. Your pleasure blocked out the small pang of pain completely. And god that was worth it, that little adjustment letting Tsukki drive against your g-spot with a force that shoved you over the edge of orgasm. Your thighs squeezed together and twitched off the counter as a few tears wet your lashes. Tsukki never failed to finish you off like the sweet treat you are.

Your torso slumped as he dragged his fingers from within you. He released your jaw to reach around behind you, conveniently washing his filthy hands. You tipped forward into his broad chest, snaking your hands around his back. You drew a deep breath, inhaling his crisp cologne. The soft sound of the splashing water was lulling you fast. You squeezed him tighter, enjoying the blissful moment. When he shut the faucet off, he paused, staring at the reflection of you holding him. You felt him chuckle softly.

“Ya gotta let me go,” he muttered, “or else I will get flustered.”

Makki exploded with laughter, elbowing you as your cheeks flushed hot. “W-what makes you think I’d waste a single brain cell on you?” you managed, hiding your face behind your hand of cards. You tried your best to hold Mattsun’s gaze over the fan of glossy cardstock. His thick brows furrowed slightly as he smirked at you. God, you could punch him. Or kiss him. Or…

You finally took your turn, much to the dramatic relief of both guys. “Alriiiiight,” you silenced their harmonized groans. “I’m done okay? Go ahead Makki--”

Right on cue, the latter’s phone started buzzing across the countertop. A very unflattering photo of Oikawa flashed across the screen. “Shit, what now?” Makki groaned rhetorically. He leaned his elbows on the smooth surface as he answered the call. You watched him intently, pretending not to notice Mattsun eye-fucking you from across the counter. You couldn’t even hear Makki’s end of the conversation with how loud your pulse was pounding in your ears. You shifted anxiously in your seat, crossing your legs out of necessity.

Reality rushed back to you as Makki stood. He was staring blankly at you, waiting for an answer to a question you had no recollection of. You blinked rapidly. “Sorry, what?”

“I said, I gotta go. Will you be okay here?” he repeated, “Or do you want me to drop you off?”

You breathed a wordless prayer of thanks to the void. Stay calm. “I’m a big, tough girl. I can tie my own sandals and everything,” you blurted out. The reference would have been woefully incomplete without the addition of your dual finger guns.

Makki breathed out a laugh, rolling his eyes. “Fine,” he turned towards Mattsun, “Just don’t let Jerkules here touch my stuff.”

Mattsun feigned innocence, placing one hand over his heart. “Who? Me?”

“Yes you!” Makki huffed, retrieving his sweater from the couch. “Later Meg, I mean (Y/N),” he called. The sentence was abruptly punctuated by the front door slamming shut.

Silence descended upon the kitchen uncomfortably fast. You wrung your hands in your lap, under cover of the peninsula countertop. By the time you met Mattsun’s piercing gaze, your countless fantasies about him had already played back in your mind. This was the moment you’ve been waiting for. The chance encounter you’ve only dreamed of. You steadied your hands and drew a slow breath.

Mattsun cleared his throat, palming the back of this neck sheepishly. “So uh, anyways--”

Before your brain could stop it, your body seized the opportunity. You slid off your barstool and leaned across the counter, cutting off Mattsun’s sentence after three measly words. Your lips collided with his. In that moment, you surprised yourself more than you did him, but you drank down his whimpering reaction all the same. Your mind blanked completely. You forgot how to breathe, how to kiss him properly. You just held his face to yours, with one hand wrapped behind his neck, for some unknowable amount of time.

Suddenly, the reality of the situation rushed back to you. You withdrew slightly, just enough to suck in a deep breath. Your eyelids, which had drifted closed at some point, fluttered open again. Mattsun seemed frozen in place. His lips were parted slightly, right where you left them. Rosy blush was filling the apples of his cheeks as his dark eyes blinked open. The way he looked at you, the way he saw you now… was different. Like you flipped a primal switch deep inside his brain. He leaned in towards you.

“Don’t…” Mattsun sighed, breath fanning across your plump lips, “Don’t stop.” His voice was low. Rough.

Your eyelids struggled to stay open as blood rushed between your thighs. Your lips connected once more, this time with your tongues following suit. Your moans and sighs became Mattsun’s oxygen. He breathed you in, just as he tasted and swallowed your saliva. He couldn’t get enough. He needed more.

You felt his broad hands find your shoulders. One slid down your arm as the other traveled across your back. Both urgently found purchase on your body, and tugged you towards him. Without needing to think about it, you climbed clumsily up onto the counter, not once breaking your impassioned kiss. Once your knees were atop the smooth surface, Mattun hooked his hands behind them. He groaned into your mouth as he gave the soft flesh a gentle squeeze. You whined in response as he dragged you the rest of the way across the countertop.

Mattsun found his place between your thighs, pulling your knees up around his hips. With a deep groan, he rocked his body against yours. Your breath caught in your throat as his clothed erection jutted against your dampening shorts. Fuck, he’s big. Your mind swam with all the different ways you could take it. Your fingers tangled in Mattsun’s dusky hair, getting a grip on reality before he shattered yours completely. He turned his head slightly, kissing just the corner of your mouth before dragging his teeth along your jawline.

His hands wrapped under your knees pulled you tighter against him as he grinded between your thighs. The fabric of your panties rubbed roughly against your clit as a needy whine fell from your open mouth. You hooked your ankles around the small of Mattsun’s back, giving his hands free range of your body. He wasted no time pushing one hand up your thigh and under the edge of your shorts, eager to feel just how soaking wet you were for him. His teeth tightened around your throat, absorbing the vibrations of your desperate moans. His fingertips brushed slowly along your pantyline as your walls clenched around nothing.

“Isssssei,” you pleaded, a soft pout tugging on your lips. You bounced your ass impatiently on the countertop, adding just the right amount of charm to your mindless lust.

Matsukawa chuckled at your neck. “Huh…” he muttered, “I think I prefer Wonder Boy.”

You rolled your eyes, biting back a laugh. “Oh my go--”

Your final words melted into a gasp as two, long fingers slipped inside of your dripping cunt. Your calves flexed against Mattsun’s back, toes curling. His free hand gripped your hip as his thick digits curled between your walls. Mattsun swore under his breath as your sweet honey coated his hand. His throbbing cock ached for a turn inside of you. He worked his hand in and out, slowly at first. He savored every moan that buzzed in your throat, swallowing them up with open-mouthed kisses.

Every push and pull of Mattsun’s hand sent tingling heat spreading down your thighs. Your legs tightened around his hips, forcing his fingers to push deeper inside. Your back arched as your face tilted up to meet the soft glow of the pendants hanging above you. He slipped a third digit past your swollen entrance, working his hand in circles.

Mattsun dragged his tongue up your neck, pausing to sing a soft moan into your ear. “Fuck you’re tight,” he muttered, “Think you can take all of me?”

You whimpered, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “Mmmmyess.”

“Hmm,” Mattsun patronized you with a click of his tongue, “We’ll see about that.”

After another handful of lazy thrusts with his fingers, he withdrew them. Mattsun raised his glistening hand between the two of you. His dark eyes locked on yours as he slowly licked it clean. His tongue dragged over every filthy knuckle and fingernail, sliding seductively between his digits. A low moan hummed in his chest as he savored your flavor. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your heavy eyelids open as you watched his every move. Your cunt clenched, desperate for more rhythmic, pressure, friction. Anything.

You leaned forward to press a sloppy kiss to the hand he was licking leisurely. He grinned around his finger as your lips grazed over his wet knuckles. He quickly turned all of his attention to you, twisting his wrist and brushing his thumb across your mouth. Your lips parted, just enough to welcome his finger inside. You tongue swirled around it, sucking gently on the calloused flesh. It was Mattsun’s turn to nip anxiously at his lower lip. He didn’t think it was possible to want you even more, until you started making those sounds. His other hand dug harder into your hip, leaving a few small, purple reminders for you tomorrow.

The restraint he thought he had, to spend on teasing you slowly, was fading fast. Mattsun wanted, no needed, to ruin you. It wasn’t a matter where, but how, as the former had just dawned on him. With a mischievous grin, the fingers under your chin tightened their grip as his thumb pressed down on your tongue. He stepped away from the countertop’s edge, beckoning you to follow with a tug of his wrist. With his thumb still secured in your mouth, he led you down the dim hallway.

When you arrived at Mattsun’s bedroom door, he paused. He cast a sly glance at you over one shoulder before gazing towards the door across the hall. Makki’s room. With little hesitation, he closed the gap, dragging you along behind him. He hastily twisted the handle and shouldered open the miraculously unlocked door. He pushed you down onto the unkempt bed, leaving you breathless.

“I-isn’t this… Makki’s--?” you gasped out.

“Really?” Mattsun drawled sarcastically, “I had no idea.” He shut the door behind him, locking it.

He approached the edge of the bed, hooking his fingers in the waistband of his shorts. Illuminated by the faint glow of streetlights shining through the window behind you, Mattsun undressed completely. Your eyes wandered across his bare shoulders, down his chiseled abdomen, arriving finally at what hung heavy between his thighs. Damn. Utter excitement shuddered up your spine as you managed to pull your shirt up and over your head. His broad hands found your knees, pushing them apart as he moved to kneel on the mattress below you.

You felt his hand slide up your inner thigh, gripping the crotch of your shorts before tearing it aside. Your breath quickened as Mattsun’s fingers appraised your dripping folds. A high whine escaped your lips as he rubbed your swollen clit. The curve of your hips, the arch of your back, the sounds you made...Mattsun couldn’t take it anymore. He had to take you.

His hands wound tight around your hips as he dragged you towards him. He lifted your ass into his lap, sliding his fingers down to your ankles. As he rested your feet on either of his shoulders, he rocked his hips forward. The movement was so slight, and yet the stretch of his head pushing inside you was immense. Your hands raced across the comforter, fingers tightening around the fabric. You sucked in a breath as Mattsun gave you another inch.

“Mmfuck babygirl,” Mattsun held your thighs against him as he leaned deeper into you.

Your insides were already quivering, your tight entrance resisting Mattsun’s massive girth. The way your pussy swallowed him slowly made his temples sweat. He stared down between your legs, watching just a bit more of his cock disappear inside of you. You pushed your hands down into the mattress as your hips twitched in his grasp. Your skin was hot and receptive, all radiating from where Mattsun was splitting you apart at your core.

He pulled out slightly, just so he could push back inside you with more force. The feeling knocked the breath from your lungs. Your head tipped back into the blankets as Mattsun finally bottomed out. You tried to blink back your blurring vision before screwing your eyes shut tight. Your muscles and nerves were positively burning. Mattsun’s thick cock was buried so deep inside you that you nearly felt him in your throat. A weak moan rattled in your chest as you caught your breath.

“Mmm that’s it,” he smirked, “You’ll never get used to it.” And damn him for being right.

You feebly flexed your numbing thighs, trying to feel just how full you were. Before you could find any tether to reality, Mattsun started moving again. He pulled away from you, sliding just a few inches of his slick length from your tight heat, taking your breath with it. The hood of your clit was stretched so tight, leaving your nerves bare and raw. Mattsun shifting inside you, even at this pace, pushed you dangerously close to the edge. Your heart raced as your upper body trembled, but two big hands kept your thighs grounded in place.

Mattsun’s full pupils met yours, for a split second. With a small twist of his lips, he snapped his hips forward. Skin smacked against skin as his full cock carved a path through your walls. You choked on a moan, tossing your head back harder into the mattress. Mattsun grunted, praising your tightness over and over under his breath. He drew another powerful circle with his pelvis, making your thighs jiggle and breasts swing. Another slam of his head against your walls broke the dam of your orgasm. Your walls fluttered and clenched as release exploded in your core.

You wound his cock so tight you nearly forced him out. But Mattsun gritted his teeth as his fingernails dug into your thighs. He wasn’t near done with you yet. As your back lifted higher off the mattress, Mattsun raised his hands to your ankles. He yanked your legs to either side, spreading you wide open for him, before picking up his pace. Reckless moans broke over your chapped lips with every thrust, growing louder every second. Nothing but pleasure was pumping through your veins. You felt so high you could just drift away.

Mattsun’s noises were growing shorter and more labored, drowned out by the clapping of his groin against your ass. His damp forehead tilted back as he drilled into you harder. His thrusts were wild and deep, making your head spin. Before you knew what was happening, Mattsun was rolling you over. He stood at the mattress’ edge and yanked your ass towards him. Your feet slipped onto the carpet below as his full length sank back inside you.

You held yourself up by your elbows, every thrust rocking your whole body. You squinted through your lashes past your bouncing breasts, at Mattsun’s cock abusing your sloppy cunt. Your shameless sounds melted together into a long, rhythmic whine. You barely felt the succession of rough spanks on your ass as you drooled into the mattress.

“Ohh god you-- I’m--” Mattsun cried, clapping both hands against your hips. He held on tight as he thickly coated your insides. He thrusted rapidly through his orgasm, properly mixing his cum with yours, until a filthy mess ran down your thighs. Your mind and body felt so full. You breathed a deep sigh into the wrinkled comforter.

Suddenly, a fist pounded firmly on wood behind you. Your heart leaped up your throat. You craned your neck around, wide-eyes darting between an extremely satisfied Matsukawa… and the door.

“I swear to god!” Makki used the most intimidating voice he could muster, “If you-y’all are fucking.. in my room right now!”

“We’re not fucking...” Mattsun called, tugging his filthy cock from your insides, “anymore.”

“Issei.” Makki was speechless.

“Ooooh,” Oikawa hiccuped from somewhere down the hall, “kinky.”

A swift smack to your tender ass cheek brought you back to the present. Your eager walls twitched around the half-hard cock that you’ve been keeping warm for a while.

“Pay attention,” he snapped, “Asked you somethin’...” The pulsing pressure you wrapped around his swelling length made his words trail off into “Fuck.”

You coaxed the blood fueling Takahiro’s brain to drain down to his cock. You felt him inflate and unfurl inside you, until he filled you to the brim. You whined sweetly on top of him, curling your back into a few soft thrusts. A groan rumbled in his chest that vibrated your jaw. “Alright, enough of that,” he muttered. He shuffled out from under you, cock slipping from you just long enough to make you miss it.

You glanced shyly over your shoulder and watched him fist his full length. He pumped it a few times, smearing your juices and his precum all over his hand. When he caught you looking, he couldn’t help but smirk. In another second he was leaning over you, full weight of his chest sinking into your back. “Opennn up,” he slurred, sticky hand already caressing your jaw. Your lips parted obediently to welcome him in. The bittersweet taste of sex tingled across your tastebuds as you sucked him clean.

Your reward for good behavior came nudging between your ass cheeks. Your lips tensed around Takahiro’s knuckles as the tip of his cock prodded your slick entrance. With what little space he gave you to move, your hips rocked back to welcome him. He slid in so easily you forgot to breathe. Being edged for what felt like hours left you sloppy. You hummed around his digits as the relieving friction awoke your nerves.

Takahiro’s hips rocked back, dragging his cock through your swollen walls. You moaned more severely into his hand and screwed your eyes shut. He grunted with satisfaction against your ear when your pussy sucked him back in. He ripped his spit-soaked hand from your mouth to gain better purchase on the mattress. With both elbows planted to either side of your ears he had the leverage he needed to hump you just as fast and deep as he liked.

You pulled your knees closer to your chest the best you could. The longer Takahiro drilled into you, the more weight he smothered you with. Each slap of his fuzzy balls against your tingling clit buried his cock further inside you, and you further into the mattress. Your screams of his name were drowned out by the sheets and the animalistic grunts behind you. The room was growing hot and stuffy as Takahiro stuffed you full. The smack of his hips on your ass added to the jolts of vibrating pleasure pulsing from between your thighs.

One hand found its way under your chest, squeezing and rubbing one of your tits before the other. He flicked your nipples with his nails and dragged his palms roughly across tender flesh. “C’mon,” he grunted into your shoulder, “Cum for me, know you can.” He slammed his cock into you harder like he needed to prove a point. “Mmmmake that face I love,” he commanded, and yet it sounded more like a plea.

“More,” you wailed,”Harder ‘Hiro!” You shoved your ass back into him for emphasis.

Now it was his turn to be obedient. He straightened up fast, hands moving to your sides to dig into your hips. Something about you moaning his name always snapped something deep in his sex-crazed brain. He got real quiet, letting the sound of his harsh thrusts fill the empty space. You whined uncontrollably as the impact of his cock sparked stars in your peripherals. Your sounds twisted into a scream as your orgasm hit you hard. Your voice clipped off into a choked whimper as waves of satisfaction shivered through you, down to your toes.

“That’s it,” a rough voice praised you from behind, “Love giving you what you need.”