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your hands were cuffed behind your back, rendering you practically limp while daichi threw his head back, groaning as his thighs tensed, and you prepared for what was to come.

“gonna, gonna cum—fuck, so good.” he whispered, turning his full attention down at you, kneeled before him like an avid believer. with a breathy sigh at the state of you before him, daichi let go, pulling out only slightly until it was only his head in your mouth like a pacifier, and emptying out his load into your warm mouth and all over your face, messy with tears and saliva and cum.

“such a pretty mess,” he laughed a little, watching his load drip down your chin and between your plump breasts, still adorned with the bra you’d foolishly stolen, thinking you could get away with it simply because of the christmas rush, the crowd, the flashing lights; completely unaware of the cctv cameras and a particular daichi sawamura grinning behind the screen, who’d had his eyes on you ever since your first offense.

peeking even lower, daichi could see the matching panties, and he wondered what it would feel like to push them aside as he sunk into you, how you would react, how you would feel, how you would plead.

he almost laughed out loud when his big cock sprung back up at the thought and hit you on the cheek. why would he have to wonder when he could get all that he wanted right here, right now?

daichi wrapped a hand around your throat, leaning down to meet his lips with your bruised ones, squeezing slightly to get you to reciprocate the kiss as he pulled you to your feet and guided you to the table, his mouth moving steadily with you. he hummed when you nervously glanced at the two-way mirror behind him, suddenly paranoid of an audience that may or may not be there.

“not so chatty now, aren’t we?”

you sucked in a breath, avoiding the officer’s eyes that appeared to mock you. you weren’t going to give him what he wants. he may have power over your body, but your voice was the one thing you had total control over and you were going to use as much of that against him.

at least, that’s what you thought.

he chuckled breathily at your silence, knowing exactly which buttons to press to make you scream as he pushed you to lean back on the table, taking your legs and spreading them with ease, no matter your resistance, giving him the perfect view of your wet spot tainting your brand new underwear.

“c’mon, you sure had a lot to say when you were begging me to drop the charges, pretty girl.” he ran a finger down your clothed slit, lips quirking at the gasp you made at the sudden stimulation. “yeah, you like that, don’t you? of course you do.”

just as he slowly pushed your underwear aside, giving him full view of your delicious folds and pink, puffy clit, his phone started ringing from where he mindlessly tossed it on the corner of the table he had you spread on. he clicked his tongue, irritated at whoever decided to call him at this time.

only that irritation dissolved once he glanced at the caller ID, instead dissipating into an idea that had his prick leaking with precum at what he was about to do. it was his wife, and he answered the call just after the second ring, other hand now taking his cock to guide it around your clit, teasing almost, and adjusting only slightly to keep your legs spread from where they were hanging off his elbows.

he met your eyes from where you were staring up at him with lidded eyes and flashed his teeth.  “i suppose it’s a good idea for you to stay quiet like a good girl as i fuck you while i talk to my wife, isn’t it?”

you bit your lip, eyes growing wide at the realization of his infidelity and not quite knowing what to do with the heat pooling in your belly. daichi watched you, a curious gleam in his eyes, as he put his wife on speaker, placing the phone directly next to your head so you could listen to the voice of a woman completely unaware that her husband’s about to fuck someone behind her back.

“—late? it’s been a few hours since your shift’s supposed to end and your family’s starting to show up. do you want me to save you a plate or will you be home in the next hour or so? i know how flooded you are, love, it’s christmas after all!”

in between her sentences, daichi took this opportunity to thrust foward, completely engulfing his fat cock in your wet pussy in one movement, barely stifling a groan as you squeezed around him.

“what the fuck are you doing to me?” you whispered hoarsely, having already fought your way and ended up here, knowing you had no way out of this until police chief daichi got what he wanted. as much as you didn’t want to admit it, all the roughhousing and dominating attitude turned you on, albeit against your will, if your slick was anything to go by.

and daichi knew this.

“atta girl.” his grin seemed to grow wider, much more sinister, if that was possible, as he moved and repeatedly pushed the head of his prick in your wet pussy. he sputtered halfway, groaning into your shoulder as your eyes rolled back at the sensation, unable to hold back the sigh of pleasure that escaped you. “fuck, you’re still tight, you gotta–you gotta loosen up.”

all this while his wife was still yammering away on the phone, oblivious.

“hold on, hold on,” you whimpered at the stretch.

in that one movement, daichi had you feeling stuffed and full and touched nearly every sensitive nerve that made you want to throw your head back from pleasure, but you relented, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of showing him just how good he made you feel. and not wanting the other woman on the line to find out.

it felt sickening. you should be screaming for his wife’s help, should be kicking and scratching for him to let you go. but it was starting to feel all too good. your mind was a muddy mess and it felt satisfying having a committed man practically choose you over the person he vowed to love for all time.

“good?” daichi hummed, pressing a featherlight kiss against the side of your neck that you were pretty sure had your chest seizing. it was like he knew he made you feel so good in all the worst ways.

you grit your teeth. “shut up and fuck me.”

suddenly, it made sense why daichi was police chief; he was disgustingly good at taking orders. with that one statement from you, he pulled back nearly all the way and pumped right back in to the root, causing you to gasp for breath at the–pain? pleasure?–of it all. he repeated this again and again, constantly adjusting positions and angles, trying different speeds and momentums, until he finally hit that gummy part of you that made you see stars.

“that’s it, let it out, moan for me, tell me how good i’m making you feel, whore.” he didn’t relent, constantly abusing your hole until you were delirious, until you were loosened up in every sense of the word, not realizing you were groaning at every push and pull this man was doing to you. “fuck, you feel so much better than my wife.”

something about that sparked something within you, fogging your brain even more than it was, had his wife hung up? was she listening? had daichi ended the call? all you could hear was his grunting and the squelching of your pathetic pussy finding pleasure in a stranger’s fat cock.

you don’t know how many minutes? hours? had passed but at the very end of it all, after daichi’d made you cum about three times and he’d filled you up four, he simply tossed you your clothes and guided you out the empty precinct.

“we’re let off for the night, some other sorry precinct was assigned christmas day.” he explained, lending you his jacket before unlocking his car parked behind the building. you think his cum was still leaking out of you. “i trust you can find your way back back from here? i’ve got to head home for christmas dinner, you understand.”

his grin was devilish and you found yourself blushing.

“so your wife–”

“told her some excuse while you were squealing yourself silly fucking yourself on my dick.” it was like he’d shared some simple fact about the weather the way he smiled. a muddled thought asked if you should be on the ground running by now, but something in you secured your feet to the pavement.

“see you next time, pretty girl.” he pulled you in by the waist, kissing you full on the lips with a sense of urgency like you were his wife he was leaving behind. you found yourself leaning into the kiss. “i won’t forget to visit.”

it was after his tail lights faded from view did that last sentence make any sense to you. did he know where you lived? and why… were you expectant of his next visit?

what had you gotten yourself into?

“Yuta, I’m home~”

“Y/N, welcome home!” Your husband greets you with a smile in the entryway, wiping his hands dry with a table towel. “How’s your ‘date’ with Maki-san? Is she still as grumpy as ever?”

“What do you mean ‘date’? Silly Yuta~” You chuckle, placing your ankle boots properly before wearing house slippers. “And I’ll tell Maki you said that—“

What you see next as you turn around to face him makes your face go warm and your heart race fast. You take a deep breath while you glance at Yuta wearing your cute pink frilly apron that you’d ordered online. Your throat suddenly went dry.

“Cute…”

“Pardon?”

“T-That apron looks good on you, pretty boy. You’re so cute wearing my apron,” you say coolly, yet you can’t keep your cheeks from blushing; your hands start shaking also.

Yuta looks down, embarrassed and fidgety, and mumbles, “Please don’t say that—I-I’m a guy… you’re making me feel embarrassed, stop it!”

You slowly walk up towards Yuta, causing him to stumble a bit backwards and lean on the wall. “Why should you feel embarrassed, just ‘cause you’re a guy?” you whine, a pout forming on your lips, pinning him on the spot. “Do you… not like me telling you you’re cute?” You tilt your head sideways, looking at him.

Yuta’s heart throbs at the adorable sight that is you. He’s not the one you should be saying ‘cute’, but the other way around! He is a very lucky man to have a wonderful and adorable person like you as his wife, and he’s very thankful for that.

“I like it,” he whispers, locking eyes with you, as he caresses your cheek. Your husband then slowly leans down to you, his lips inches away from yours. “I really do. But I… should be the one saying that.”

You close your eyes, feeling his soft chapped lips meshed into yours, your tongues brushing and playing around each other. He tastes sweet, like chocolate, you think as you push yourself closer to him and tilt your head a bit, deepening the kiss.

A string of saliva connects between your lips, the two of you flushed red and breathing heavily. Yuta looks at you like a lovesick guy and smiles. “You’re so cute like this, Y/N. And I love that about you…” He wraps his arms around you and cuddles, gently stroking your hair with his hand. “I could get through the day just by hugging you, you know?”

“Yuta…!” Your cheeks feel hot after hearing that, so you bury your head into his shoulder, nuzzling your face at the crook of his neck. You don’t mean to but catch a whiff of chocolate through his clothes, the smell making you feel intoxicated as if you’ve drank alcohol. “You smell of chocolates, Yuu…,” you mumble, taking another sniff of the sweet aroma on his neck, your hot breath slightly tickling him. “So sweet… mm…”

He shudders, feeling something wet as you lick a spot. “Ah, t-that? Well, Panda-san and Inumaki-san came in for a short visit earlier and b-brought some strawberries while you’re—fuck!—while you’re out visiting Maki-sa—ngh!” Yuta feels your dainty hands brushing against his pants to and fro, gradually stimulating his bulging cock and prompting him to buckle his hips a bit, wanting for more friction. “Y-Y/N… stop…,” he bites his bottom lip, stifling a moan.

You continue on feeling him and licking stripes on his neck, not wanting to stop. His delicious taste, his sweet smell… all of Okkotsu Yuta is intoxicating. You are the only one who can make him go putty under your touch, as much as you are with him. A perfect match…

You slide a hand under his shirt and caress his strong built chest, lightly touching a nipple; Yuta’s body twitches at your touch. So sensitive…

“Ah… f-fuck, Y/N, please…” He thinks his legs feel as if they have turned to jelly, panting as your hands work quickly on him. “S-stop… it… ngh…”

You lick another stripe on his collarbone before sucking it hard. “Hm? You say something?” you hum, palming his now-tightening balls through his pants. He’s close… I can feel it through my hands.

“Y-Y/N… feels… feels so good—ah!” Yuta leans his head up on the wall, moaning and panting so lewdly. He places a hand on your shoulder for support and grips it a bit harder.

You look at him, smiling so deviously seeing his flustered sexy face. “Oh my darling Yuta… you should look at your pretty face,” you whisper in a sweet, hushed tone. “So erotic just from teasing and touching you.” You hover your lips close to his ear and lick his earlobe. “A-are you close?”

“So… close! I-if you continue on touching me any further, I might…cu-cum—”

“Okay~” You stop, retracting and raising your hands up away from him, before he could cum.

“—huh? W-what…” Yuta staggers a bit, his twitching thighs clenching hard. “Y/N, why—I’m so close to cum…!” He whines, tears start trickling down his cheeks. “Please let me cum…” He lets out a sniffle, which makes your heart feel a pang of sadness; you feel terrible for not letting him cum.

“I’m sorry, love…” You wipe his tears away with your thumb, and place a gentle kiss on his forehead before resting it on your own. “We can continue this later, okay? Please endure it for a little bit, like a good boy, and refrain your hands from touching it.” You smile genuinely at your husband, helping him stand up on his feet. “I-I’ll let you cum inside me as a reward, plus I have something to show you later… something that we can both enjoy,” you whisper into his ear, hot breath blowing through.

A sickly sweet grin forms on Yuta’s lips, thoughts of his hot white load dripping down your soft and sexy thighs making him shudder with delight. Something that we can both enjoy, huh… I wonder what that something is, he thinks as you both walk towards the kitchen, the bowl of strawberries and chocolate fondue waiting on the table.

– – – –

“Mmnh~”

Yuta’s cock throbs hearing your sweet moans while the two of you are enjoying your afternoon snack in the kitchen. He casts a subtle glance at you, who is sitting near him, licking chocolate off the strawberry you are currently eating like a lollipop, before looking away… flushed red from embarrassment. He’s dying to touch himself, to relieve the pent-up feeling leaking between his legs. You, on the other hand, know that he’s itching to jerk himself off, sending you surreptitious glances and silently begging you to let him cum; you enjoy teasing him though, given your husband’s current predicament, and love seeing his pretty face looking sexy and frustrated.

“Y/N…” your husband mewls, his head resting on the table facing you, his voice cracked and laced with want. “I wanna cum, please…? Let me cum…”

You look up at the wall clock hanging above the kitchen door. 20 minutes have passed, that should be enough for him to show some self-constraint. You dip the strawberry in chocolate sauce again and glide it through your open lips, lustful eyes looking at Yuta. “Do you really want to cum, pretty boy?” you ask, your hand traveling through his pants and forming small circles around his erection with your finger.

He hisses, quickly grabbing your wrist, and buckles up his hips in response. “I-I do, Y/N, please! Don’t… tease me—mnff!” You stuff the whole strawberry into his mouth, muffling his pleas; Yuta can taste a mixture of your saliva, strawberries and chocolate as you start to thrust it in and out of his lips.

You get a glimpse of drool seeping at the corner of his mouth as you continue on thrusting, and smile. “My naughty husband, his pretty mouth getting fucked on with a strawberry… how erotic~” you whisper breathily in his ear, pulling out the strawberry from his mouth with a loud pop! before finally popping into your own mouth. You chew it slowly, your hand cupping Yuta’s cheek, before feeding it to him with your lips in a deep kiss.

“You taste so sweet, like strawberries,” you say as you lick your lips clean after the kiss; your other hand, meanwhile, unties the knot on his pants before slowly lowering the waistband.

“Ah!” Yuta’s cock—fully-erect, its head an angry red-colored and leaking with pre-cum—hits his torso as soon as you pull down his pants halfway over his thighs, some of the pre staining his shirt. You bend down slightly near it and gently blow air on its leaking tip, making him shudder hard and curse under his breath. “Fuck…! No… don’t… I-I might cum if you do that again…,” he cries, whimpering and panting heavily on his seat.

You lightly trace a prominent vein on his length, feigning innocence, before taking its whole girth with your hand and stroking it at a painfully slow pace. “Huh? Yuu~ what’s this? I thought you said earlier you wanna cum? You’re contradicting yourself, you know…?” You let the tip of your tongue out of your lips and hover it above the cock head while your eyes are on your husband, wriggling it down until it touches the slit.

“Y-Y/N… no, I’m cummiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing—! Ngh!!!!!” White ropes of cum spurt high from the head, smearing your face and Yuta’s shirt and pants. Some of the cum had splatter over your hair and the tiled kitchen floor.

Chuckling, you swipe your lips clean of cum as you glance at your husband panting heavily after he came, hiding his flushed face behind his arm, away from your lustful stare. His body is still twitching from the stimulation yet the cock’s standing up, raging for more. You smile.

“...ngh! Fuck—!” Yuta suddenly curses under his breath, his hips jolting upwards, as he feels the warmth of your mouth slowly engulfing him inside. He flails both his hands in front and brings them above your bobbing head, pushing you away from his overstimulated cock. “Y-Y/N, stop… it’s too much, I-I just came…!”

You swat his hands away from your head while you continue on giving him head, his whining pleas getting painfully louder and lewder, making your thighs press together to ease the growing wet ache on your core.

“I’m… c-cumming again…,” Yuta tells you breathily, accompanied by a few loud moans. “I’m… cum...ming—“

You quickly grab his whole length by the base, tightening your grip a bit. You pull your lips away from your husband’s cock with a loud pop! before releasing it from your grip. “Don’t cum on my mouth yet,” you say, earning a whine from Yuta again.

You shyly stand up and strip yourself of your skirt and panties, exposing your wetness in front of him. You then get up and carefully straddle yourself onto his lap, your hand guiding his cock near your hot entrance.

“Didn’t I promise you earlier that I let you cum inside me?”

You were supposed to get popcorn on the big Pyrex bowl perched on his lap, you say, but instead of popcorn your hand dove right in his crotch.

You know it's wrong to make the first move, but it's also wrong to make a move on your unsuspecting male best friend.

"Y-Y/N, please stop... ah..."

You'd just feign innocence while palming his slowly-growing erection, your eyes fixed on the movie you're watching, Shoyo's sweet whines and grunts and pants while he tries to pull your hand away music to your ears. After a few strokes, he'd give in to your ministrations and let go of his grip on your wrist.

As soon as his cock is tenting through his pants and Shoyo has difficulty moving on his seat, you suddenly slip your hand underneath his pants and boxer shorts and take his cock out. He may be small, but Hinata Shoyo emits that Big Dick Energy, literally. His cock is not that long (when limp) but it's thick and girthy and veiny, with its big mushroom head angry-red and weeping with precum.

You start rubbing your palm on its leaking tip, causing Shoyo to hiss and moan and buckle his hips up, before stroking him from the tip down through the base of his cock, your grip slightly tightened for a bit of pressure. Of course, you'd also give special attention to his big balls, gently kneading them... feeling them getting tighter at each stroke you do.

"F-fuck... Y/N... so good... ah..."

You feel a sense of pride swelling inside you--and wetness pooling, soaking through your undies--as you continue stroking your slicked hand around his whole length, and you turn around to look at Shoyo... one arm slung over his reddened face, panting and chest heaving at a slightly faster pace. His moans are getting louder and more whinier; you can tell by how his stiff and leaking cock is throbbing under your touch.

"I'm gonna... Y/N, g-gonna cum... mhmm..."

One swipe of your palm over the sensitive tip and Shoyo then let out a guttural moan, thick droplets of cum come flying across the coffee table... some of them sprinkled on top of the popcorn bowl.

"Haah... haa... ha..."

You smile and bring your fingers to your lips, sucking your best friend's cum sweetly.

Your mouth slightly drooled at the sight and gulped, letting out a faint whimper of his name. Tooru heard, turning his focus onto you, a bit puzzled. “Hm? Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked, until he noticed your hungry gaze on his mouth.

Click! He smirked and suddenly pulled out the Dum Dum with a pop from his lips, the candy coated with his saliva. He said with a teasing tone, “Is my angel hungry for my lollipop?” You nodded as you gripped on the sleeve of his sweatshirt, cheeks becoming redder and eyes clouded with want; it turned him on more.

Tooru fought the urge to groan at the adorable sight and fuck you on the spot. “Here you go. Now, suck,” he ordered as he hovered and gently nudged the wet Dum Dum near your waiting lips. The brunette hummed as he watched you giving his lollipop some kitten licks. You then swirled your tongue around the ovoid candy for a few moments, coating it more with saliva, before enveloping and sucking it with your lips.

Tooru groaned lewdly. The heavenly sight of you making a show of sucking on the lollipop he’s eating earlier made his cock in his sweatpants throb and twitch. He then started pushing the stick of the Dum Dum in and hit the back of your throat, slightly gagging you in the process. “You’re so pretty taking up my lollipop well, angel,” he mumbled as he continued fucking your mouth (and throat) with the Dum Dum in a faster pace.

“Fuck.” Your boyfriend suddenly pulled the lollipop out from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting between them. A whine escaped from your fucked-up daze, which made Tooru chuckle. He then leaned forward to give your sweet lips a deep and lingering kiss, his tongue savoring the inside of your mouth before pulling away, smiling smugly and licking his lips.

“You taste so sweet, angel. Now, I’ll give you a bigger lollipop to suck in,” he said as he looked at you with eyes dark and full of lust, palming his hardening erection in his pants.

“What’s for dinner?” you breathily ask him in his ear, your hands still palming his slowly erected cock under the green frilly apron he wore.

Yuta grips both the wok handle and spatula a bit tighter, cheeks flushed red, his low pants and mewls mixing in with the sizzling sound of the rice he is frying at the moment. Your husband loses his voice to respond to your question for a moment, his mind too lost in the pleasure he’s feeling right now. He couldn’t help it that warm soft hands wrap around his entire length, slowly pumping him up and down. Your hot breath fanning his neck, your equally hot wet tongue giving it long stripes before sucking it with your soft lips, sending shivers down his spine.

Yuta doesn’t notice one of your hands trailing through his stomach up to his chest, giving his nipples light feathery touches. You pinch a pert nip firmly between your thumb and index finger, making him yelp back into consciousness, rolling it gently.

“Well? You haven’t answered my question, love.” You stop stroking his cock, your thumb focusing on the tip now leaking with pre. Your other hand gives attention to his other nipple.

“Nngh… w-we’re… we’re gonna have—fuck—gonna have fried rice and b-braised vegetables for… for dinner—ahh!” He let out a moan after you suddenly slap his cock, a delicious hiss escapes from his lips music to your ears. You slap his weeping hard-on again before you pull your hands away from Yuta, who whimpers from the sudden loss of your touch.

“Yummy…” You reach for the stove and turn off the knob, giggling as you knead one of Yuta’s butt cheeks with your free hand, cooing at how smooth and pliable his ass is.

A sharp stinging Smack! has your husband’s eyes widen in pain after you spank him twice in a row from behind; his pants and moans become louder and obscenely filling the whole kitchen. He turns his head behind him, glancing at you with a fucked-up expression on his face. Tears start to form from his dark-colored eyes, his mouth slightly agape to let his tongue lolling out. You know what Yuta wants and you start giving him an open-mouthed kiss, both your tongues playing and you swallow his sweet moans; your lips find purchase on his tongue and hungrily suck it, slurping it like what you will do with his cock later.

“I’m hungry, Yuta~ The fried rice sounds delicious, but I want you for dinner tonight,” you slur in his ear, nibbling his earlobe, as you pull away again from your heated kiss, a string of saliva connected in between; that statement alone sends his throbbing cock twitching like crazy. Your fingers then catch the knotted string behind his back and pull it slowly, untying his apron in the process.

“Be a good boy and turn around for me, please, Yuta darling?” Your husband oblige, averting his eyes away from your own and his large veiny hands covering his bulge beneath the apron. You tut in disapproval, your head shaking.

“Hands on both sides, love. Let me see my darling husband’s cock, please?” Lo and behold, a wet patch of pre-cum seeps through the large tent forming behind the green frilly apron Yuta is wearing. Your eyes sparkle at the pretty sight, making you moan and your tongue wet your bottom lip.

You gently prod the patch with your finger, rubbing the tip of his cock through the apron, watching his body twitch at the sensation. You then lick the pad of your finger and smile before kneeling in front of him.

“Lift your cute frilly apron for me, please, but don’t remove it! I want to eat you while you wear the apron.”

“O-okay.” Yuta reaches for the hem of his apron and lifts it up to his chest, his cock hard and fully erect and its weeping head an angry red tip. His abs are contracting and covered in a sheen film of sweat.

You trace a prominent vein on the underside of his cock, causing him to mewl softly. You giggle and start stroking it again before your lips place a gentle kiss on the tip.

“Itadakimasu.”

He nearly jumped in shock when he heard your soft voice from behind, his golden cat-like eyes widened and the hair at the back of his neck raised upward. Kenma then glanced at your leaning figure at the bathroom door through the mirror, smiling in amusement and arms crossed across your chest.

“Oh, Y/N, it’s you…,” he sighed in relief, hands leaning hard at the edge of the sink, and chuckled softly. “Geez… don’t scare me like that, please? You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

Kenma heard you giggling as you approached him from behind, wrapping your arms around his body and hugging him in the process. You perched your chin on his shoulder, humming and looking innocently at him through the mirror.

The gamer reached for your hair and ruffled it gently; your face scrunched up a bit by the action. “What are you thinking about, kitten?”

“Hmm…? Nothing in particular. It’s just, I missed you, that’s all,” you said, a little pout forming on your lips.

He faintly smiled, looking at you with love-filled eyes, and chuckled. Kenma knew how much of a darling you were, loving and caring for him as much as he is to you, ever since the both of you started dating and became a couple, before living together in one roof.

He reached for your hand and intertwined it with his own, raising to give it a soft peck; his ears didn’t miss the soft hum that escaped from you. “I missed you, too, Y/N. I’m sorry I had to leave you here alone all week because of a boring business trip overseas that I was forced to attend.”

The Bouncing Ball Co. CEO felt your head resting on his shoulder, your hug a bit more tighter around him; he sighed and gave your hand another kiss. “You must be lonely without me by your side, right?”

You nodded silently, and Kenma could feel his heart ache. Oh how he imagined you curled in your shared bed every night, crying, whispering his name, praying that he would return soon…

He paused for a moment before speaking. “How can I make it up to you, hm? Tell me.”

—

He found himself looking through the mirror a few minutes later, his soft pants filling up the bathroom. Sweat rolled down his flushed cheeks, his mouth opened agape as his fucked-up gaze followed your hands on his now-bare chest, fiddling both his pert nipples. Your hot tongue kept on licking long wet stripes on the side of Kenma’s neck, already littered with a few red marks blooming across.

His hands were gripping hard on the bathroom sink, turning his knuckles white. “Y/N, babe…”

“You’re really pretty like this, Kenma,” you hummed breathily close to his ear, flicking and twisting his sensitive nubs. He couldn’t help but squirm a bit under your touch, yet he leaned into it with much want. It drove him crazy, the heated sensation he felt from your ministrations made the tent in his sweatpants go up and form a wet patch.

He knew you noticed it with a swift gaze down through the mirror and moaned into his shoulder, your eyes locked with Kenma’s golden ones. Before your boyfriend could respond, you reached for the bulge between his pants and slowly rubbed your palm on it.

“F-fuck, kitten, that’s… oh shit mhmm…” he gasped and groaned, biting his lower lip to stifle his moans. “D-don’t… stop…,” he mumbled, panting, his head slowly drooping down from the wonderful feeling.

“Chin up.” Kenma’s head snapped back after hearing the stern tone of your voice, lust-filled eyes still locked with his. He could hear you moaning while your hand gradually sped up stroking his clothed erection; you must’ve also noticed the constant twitching and throbbing of his cock by now. Hot breath fanned dangerously near his ear, the tip of your tongue teasing its shell.

“Y/N, s-slow down! If you—fuck—if you continue on doing that, I might c-cum soon.”

You only hummed in reply, peppering the other side of his neck and shoulder with love bites next. The ongoing stimulation of both his clothed hard-on and nipples being fondled, you humping and rubbing your chest against his back—it was too much for him.

You stopped stroking him and backed away slightly from him, smirking a bit when Kenma whined from the lack of touch.

“Turn around, kitten.” The gamer obliged and was surprised to see you down on your knees, your hands slowly feeling his thighs up. He groaned as your hands brushed against his hard dick in your ascent to the waistband of his sweatpants. His breath hitched. Just the sight of you on your knees in front of him, eyes dark with lust, smirk painted on your face—it’s insufferable. At this moment, he wanted you, wanted your warm and pretty mouth to feel him right now...

You licked your bottom lip, your eyes staring innocently into his golden orbs. Your hands started pulling his pants down to reveal his fully-erect and leaking length, its weeping head smacking onto his abs leaving traces of pre.

“I hope you’re ready to make it up to me all night, Daddy,” you whispered softly, before leaning forward through his exposed cock.

FUSHIGURO TOJI: degrades you to filth, as if you are nothing to him.

he slaps you across the face once more before grabbing it and spitting on the corner of your lips, his thumb works to spread it all over it then pops into your mouth. you suck at it and run your tongue around the appendage while your hips subconsciously juts up to grind yourself against him, legs wrapped around his waist. the hand that used to be on the bed carrying his weight transfers itself to your neck, squeezing tightly, just the way you like it. "you're such a fucking whore." he hisses out at you. not that you mind it, not that you can even comprehend it because all it does is make you even wetter -- something he knows all too well because he can feel how your panties dampen at his harsh words. "no good cock hungry slut. it's a good thing that cunt of yours is heavenly or else you'd be worth nothing."

NANAMI KENTO: overstimulates you. makes you cum again and again.

"a-ah kento! t-too mu-ch!" you whimper out at the man who's head is buried between your legs, treating your clit like a fine wine as he works to coax out your fifth orgasm of the night, all from the talent of his mouth. and once again, he gets it out  of you. your toes curl and eyes roll into the back of your head, but he doesn't relent. he shows no signs of stopping. "no," he simply states, his tongue, wet with your cum, stops flicking at your clit, replaced with his thumb which rubs circles on it. three thick fingers covered in cream continue to thrust in and out of you. his voice was dominating and the bass of it makes your abused pussy quiver. "you wanted to be a brat, correct? this is what brats get." the best worst part of it is the fact that you know he's not done with you yet because nanami kento cannot resist burying his cock into your pussy.

SUKUNA RYOMEN: uses your cunt as if it's nothing but a fleshlight for him.

after making sure that you're wet enough to take him, he unceremoniously shoves his cock into your cunt, not even giving you any time to adjust to his sheer size. it brings tears to your eyes because it burns even if you were already sopping wet from his dirty walk. it doesn't seem like sukuna cared much though. he continued to thrust in and out, panting wildly above you, chasing his high and not caring about how you felt. he throws both of your legs over your his broad shoulders so he'd be able to shove his dick in further into your hole, yet he did not sacrifice speed nor strength. you knew your pubic bone as well as your thighs would ache tomorrow, but you couldn't get yourself to care. the way the tip of his cock easily brushes your cervix and the throbbing vein running alongside his shaft grazes your g-spot every time he fucks into you makes it so, so worth it.

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