#tw.humiliation

You’ve learned that at any point if you’re walking down the streets he can just pull you into an alleyway to use you as his personal, and quite beautiful, urinal. Depending on his mood he may or may not actually aim for your mouth. Not a day goes by where you’re not swallowing a few warm (sour) gulps of his urine, opting to wipe the tip clean on your hair. It’s safe to say most of his bodily fluids have been either consumed or worn as a fashion accessory now. You nearly die of embarrassment showing up to a league meeting knowing you fucking reek of his piss. It gets him off when someone asks, “god what’s that smell?” Knowing it’s you, and watching you slowly back away from group. Even through all the precautions you take, having fresh clothes to change into in your backpack, he finds out pretty quickly and snags the clothes when you’re occupied with something else before going out.

“How else are people supposed to know you’re mine? You said you were game for anything, so. I don’t see why you’re making such a sour face when I’m just doing what you asked. Besides, your tits look great when they’re in a piss soaked shirt.” He quips while tucking himself back in, lightly slapping your face before offering the same hand to help you off your knees.

Over time, Dabi’s grown confident in himself and this newfound power dynamic. You’re his and his alone. He may let the other men in the group make their snide comments towards you, but at the end of the day you’re the one covered in his scent at all times. But of course, it’s not just the power, or the embarrassment, but most of all the act itself. He gets creative, searching for more ways to incorporate piss play more and more.

What would be the ultimate conquest than to go inside? He’s contemplated back and forth about this idea— the health consequences perhaps… he does care to a degree, but how good it’ll feel to possibly both of you (but especially him). His communication isn’t the best in your relationship. Most of these bursts of kink occur spontaneously. On a normal night, he’s got you in a mating press. Your legs are a little achy from staying like that for so long. The heat from his hands inadvertently climbing up in temperature from how rough he’s fucking you. That familiar sinister smirk peaks up from the corners of his mouth.

“ ‘want me to fill you up, baby?” He questions in a low husk. The vague wording skirting around your thoroughly fucked mind.

You nod, begging him with your voice breaking with each jolt of his hips, “please fucking fill me up, I need it so bad!”

“Hah.. you asked for it..”

A sudden warmth surges through your entire body. His mouth falls open, a long sigh drawls out from the depths of his scarred chest. Eyes flittering ever so slightly from the feeling of relief, losing focus but trying to maintain contact with you. You begin squirming beneath him. This isn’t right, this shouldn’t be happening— it’s taken too far, you’ve been pretty open to everything he’s asked to try, but this is something way out of your comfort zone, something that hadn’t ever been discussed before. Clammy palms hold you down and force you to be even more of just a warm receptacle. His other hand snakes its way to your clit, forcing involuntary spurts of your orgasm follow suit; and coupled with the hot constant stream, it forces you to cum harder around his pissing cock. You feel so full from the ridiculous amount he’s letting into you. It overflows and dampens the sheets beneath you, dripping in every possible nook and fold while soiling his legs.

“It feels… so warm. I feel… so full.” You breathe out as the initial shock wears off and twists into dumbed down euphoria. You’re already so warm to him, so inviting. A personal slut who loves milking his cock for his cum, and now his piss. It’s such a strange sensation but you’re instantly fixated on it, on him, him, only him, and everything about him. You cry out his name as he empties his bladder inside your throbbing pussy, singing praises and begging him to start moving again.

“You really like it that much, huh?” Dabi’s face lights up.

“Fuck yes! Please… fuck yes!! Please start moving, I wanna feel it more, please Dabi??” Your dumbed down brain can’t even fully form sentences anymore, just little begs like a lost puppy.

You’re both in such a vulnerable state even with him having the upper hand, he can’t help but give in to your cute little pleas. His hips snap against you at a harsh tempo; creating disgusting, sopping wet noises that compete with the volume of your moans as his piss sloshes around inside you to a disgusting degree. Dabi’s not sure how long he can even last in this state anymore as you’re now fully intentionally sucking his cock in and out, creating a tight silky friction that makes him feel like he could cum at any second now. Arms outreach to him—inviting to become even closer to your body more than ever; you grip the fluffy black locks as he fixes open mouth kisses around the corners of your lips. With hands now on either side of your head, gently caressing, he chokes out beautiful breathy moans that fan over the shell of your ear as he spills hot spurts of his seed inside your spent cunt.

When he pulls out, a mixture of piss and cum flow out of your abused pussy. The filthy sight of it nearly hardens him back up. He’s tempted to try and coax another round or two out of you, but right now you look thoroughly exhausted and completely drenched in sweat. So he does what all great boyfriends do, gently lifts you up and gets you to the tub to help clean you up of course, but not before pulling out his phone to take a couple pictures. You just look too delicious and ruined to not memorialize such a feat.

3am: Dabi sent a photo to the groupchat

"Oh, look who's coming!", his blue eyes looked at you over his glasses as you approached and one arm elbowed Suguru in the ribs to get his attention. 

You looked like a little angel as always. With those always starched dresses they always liked to see, with the slits that stood up when a strong wind breeze hit your body, and your hair in a well-done ponytail, but not too tight so as not to damage your locks, fastened with a pretty bow that matched in color, but not in tone, your dress that went to just above your knees. And they, on the other hand, looked like the same old mess: Getou's hair was tied up in a not too high bun with two strands on either side of his forehead while Gojo's was lazily combed back so it wouldn't fall over his glasses while he was walking down the streets of Tokyo or Shibuya on his skateboard. 

"You're such a cute little thing today, Y/N", who spoke this time was his brunette friend and you looked away like you hadn't heard him right, "Oh, got it, you still want to play hard to get?" 

"I came to give you guys something!", you said, taking the small bag you always carried with you off the shoulder and opening it to take the envelope that a girl who knew you were one of the few girls who talked to that problem duo had asked to give to them, "A girl asked me to give it to you guys." 

Gojo's eyes fell on your delicate hands, but the one who ended up taking the envelope was his friend after letting his own skateboard resting on the ground beside the two of you. 

"Have you become other people's carrier pigeon now too?", he asked in a teasing tone and opened it as you crossed your arms and muttered a 'Hmph!' before answering, "I'm just doing her a kindness, you guys should try being kind sometimes too, it doesn't hurt or anything if you ask me!" 

"But, with you, we're pretty gentle, don't you think?", Satoru asked leaning over to pry what was written on the love letter over his friend's shoulder and opening a bastard smile as he finished reading, "You little girls always prefer the bad guys, don't you?" 

"Not me, don't include me in that", you replied realizing the long seconds it took Getou to analyze the little envelope only to ultimately crumple it up and throw it on the ground like it was trash, "Hey! Don't do it! She did it out of love for both of you.” 

"Tell her we have no interest in her, then", he replied kneeling down to pick up his skateboard again and place it under his arm, "You should already know we have no interest in other girls", when he finished speaking, they both exchanged two accomplice looks; Satoru looking at him over his glasses and Suguru doing the same, but under his bucket hat. 

"I– You're the worst, you both", you spoke irritably before turning away and preparing to go home. 

The reality was that you had met that girl by chance while you were going to an ice cream parlor with your own friends and felt sorry for her trying to explain to you that she liked those two boys who cared about very little besides their own lives and... well, you. It wasn't as if the three of you were friends: far from it, but you had known them longer than you could ever remember and almost all your memories of high school and early college revolved around them like Saturn and its rings. 

Your parents were not the biggest fans of Suguru and Satoru, since they considered those two boys to be influences to be avoided and you understood this completely, since not a few times rumors about how they only hung out with some questionable people to say the least bubbled up around the neighborhood. They were pretty much the opposite of you and that was why neither of them could not find themselves loving it when you gave even the slightest bit of attention to one of them, so much so that most of the conversations of the two of them in message chats were about how 'you looked adorable in those dresses', 'you looked gorgeous wearing that new gloss they gave you as a present'; the only difference being that as time went on the innocent compliments they used to write gradually turned into fantasies of having you completely at their mercy being a slobbering mess with legs spread and slick running down your thighs. 

"Want to go after her or...?", Getou asked in whispers to his friend next to him. 

"You think her parents are home today?" 

The two of them exchanged friendly, cocky looks again before they both looked at you and realized that you were moving further and further away, always with an air of elegance that would never fail to captivate them. 

“Why? You wanted to see which panties she’s using today?” 

“I can’t tell it to you, it’s a secret”, Satoru answered before placing his own skateboard on the ground and silently telling his friend that the answer to his first question before was positive. 

It was the first time they could see you without being surrounded by the safety net of your friends who treated the two of them like animals that needed to be caged and making the most of it was the only thing permeating Gojo's mind the moment the two of them propelled themselves to start moving on their skateboards in the same direction you took. 

And they only didn't take you by surprise when you turned right around a corner because you heard the sound of the wheels and turned back to face them over one shoulder. 

"Stop following me, this is such creepy behavior from both of you", you said before you looked straight ahead again and pretended that they weren't still following you with their skateboards down the car-free street. 

"You're being so mean now with us, dove, 's it because I threw away that little letter?", Getou asked with a sideways grin as he used his right foot to keep adjusting the speed used and you rolled eyes before opening the mouth: "I don't care about that thing, but you guys shouldn't be like this with girls like her, she's sensitive" 

"And so we are, tsk", Satoru replied, "And yet you're still so mean to us, I bet if we sent you a love letter like that, you'd crumple it too", when he finished speaking you looked at him almost as if you were shocked and offended, still not stopping walking. 

"I’d never do such a thing like this! I have manners, unlike you two." 

The mocking giggle they both gave you made you feel the shame flow through your veins and shy for the first time in many years of knowing the two of them. It seemed like they always knew how you were going to react and were always two steps ahead. 

"We bet you have good manners for sure, darling”, Satoru replied and the two of them continued to follow you with their skateboards until you got home and stopped in front of it with arms crossed over the breasts and a frown. 

"Honestly, what d’you want today, huh?", you reached for the key to open the door and as you saw them get off their skateboards and place them leaning against the side of the house entrance, you understood that they really thought you were going to let them in, "No way you guys are goin’ to come into my house, who d’you think I am?" 

"What kind of questions are these? You told us you had good manners and not even an hour later you're already threatening to kick us out of your house?", Getou asked raising one eyebrow and you swallowed hard. 

"M-My parents..." 

"Are not home, we can see it", Satoru completed the sentence for you and shook his head toward the door, "Don't you trust us? We promise we won't do any mess.” 

You looked from one to the other. You could feel that they already had something planned for the rest of the day and a mixture of apprehension and anticipation began to bubble up inside you and send a shiver down your back unhurriedly. It was the first time you were going to be alone, completely alone, with the two of them and that was exactly what was making you apprehensive and, even if you wouldn't admit it, curious. 

"What if my parents come home while you're here?", you asked, opening the door as calmly as you could without letting the hand shake because they were staring at you. 

"We can hide under your bed or in your closet and then go out the window of your room", Getou replied looking at the window that guarded your room behind you and you sighed heavily before letting them in and closing the door. 

"Wow, pretty house!", Satoru spoke raising his sunglasses and looking around before walking down the hallway and eventually finding the living room, where he threw himself on the couch lazily and took off his jacket to leave it on the table. 

"Don't do a mess, Satoru, and don't sit on my couch like this either", you spoke up placing yourself next to him and waving at his heavy boots being placed on the edge of the table and he frowned before facing you and speaking, "It's a couch, I can sit however I want, no?" 

A heavy sigh came out of you and the next second you were picking up each of his heavy, long legs and placing them away from the table. It would have been an easy, innocent task, completely without ulterior motives on your part, but Satoru took advantage of the moment of having you so close to him to thread his fingers through the edge of your dress and pull your body suddenly forward to make you lose your balance and fall onto his. All while Getou came closer, stood beside his friend's legs and brought hands to the back of your dress to lift it up. 

“W-What the fuck d’you–”, before you could complete the accusation, Gojo clamped one of his hands on your cheek to squeeze them together and make you stand still. 

"What kind of language is that, hm? You using 'the fuck'? This is not how a good girl like you should be using the words, 'm I wrong?", his tone made you think you were dumb and Getou's hand sliding down your panty-covered ass to reach your folds scared you to the point where you tried to close legs around his friend's hips. 

"I think she lied when she said she has good manners", Suguru spoke up and stared at Gojo with a suggestive look before the two of them turned your body away without caring about you wriggling to try to gain some kind of control in the situation. 

Just then you were sitting on Satoru's lap, above his dick that started to get hard the very moment he walked through your doorway, with legs spread shamefully in front of Getou, your dress being pushed up and one hand of the man behind you placing itself at the base of your neck to pull you to lie completely against his chest. 

"S-Stop, you two! This is so–” 

"Embarrassing?", Suguru asked massaging of your inner thighs before using both thumbs to do the same over your clit, his eyes fixed on the way slowly and gradually your entrance let more and more of your slick wet the bottom of your lacy undies, "Yes, that's why it's so good" 

You tried to close legs feeling your walls tighten around nothing, your armor against the two of them slowly crumbling with just a few touches on your needy clit. It was the first time that Getou was touching you, but he seemed to do it in a much better way than yourself still over your panties and without even realizing it right, your hips tried to move against his fingertips trying to get a little more friction. 

You hated yourself for the first two seconds for giving yourself up so easily, until Gojo's lips latched onto your neck and began to distribute kisses and nibbles across your skin. 

"She's getting soaked wet, Satoru", Suguru spoke with a smirk on lips before leaning down and leaving a wet kiss exactly over the middle of your panties, "Is it okay t'you if I taste her pussy first? Won't you get jealous?” 

"You can taste her first if I get to fuck her first", the platinum man replied and you tried to stifle a moan upon hearing his words, but the way your legs trembled a little more didn't let you lie, "See? This pretty good girl is all eager to have a good dick inside her, I think we should just fuck her dumb and let her drippin' cum for the rest of the day" 

Getou denied with the head already getting on his knees and pulling your panties down so he could finally see your dripping pussy and throbbing clit, always waiting to be sucked or licked. 

"It'd be such a shame if I didn't give her at least some licks before you ruined her pussy with your lewd cum, 'Toru", you felt Gojo chuckle against your shoulder and the next second his friend's warm tongue licked its way slowly up your folds, calmly exploring your pussy and moving from your entrance to the clit to finally suck it and give you some of the sexual relief you so desperately needed. 

Maybe it was the fact that you shouldn't be doing this, or rather: letting him do this, that made everything better, more delightful, more forbiddenly pleasurable. It was so good to feel Satoru's cock getting harder and harder below your ass while his lips ghosted over your neck and his hands played with your tits until your nipples were hard, it was even better to be able to watch Getou making a mess between your legs with little slurping sounds coming to your ears and one hand going up and down around his dick using your wet panties wrapped around it. 

Every time he lifted his eyes to face you with his mouth still busy on your pussy, you felt yourself about to cum and tried to cling to Gojo's arms for fear of falling forward. It was almost surprising when you actually ended up cumming all over Suguru's glossy lips and your body didn't need to be held in place, the only thing that forced itself up was your hips and your head fell back as you moaned his name out loud and didn't see the violent way his shaft twitched against his fingers and your panties. 

Satoru swore he almost would have cum if he hadn't been so focused on doing this inside your pussy and, holding onto that thought, he pulled you up just enough to be able to unbutton his pants quickly, lower them along with underwear and be able to immediately let his cock slam against your sensitive folds. 

“She’s all so sensitive now, I can feel she throbbing against my tongue”, Getou whispered pulling away and pulling your hips up to help Gojo place you on his dick ready to sit on it and take it to the base, "She may even cum again just by having you inside her, that’d be so cute, you can do this, can't you, dove?", he asked staring at you and pulling your face to be in front of his. 

You blinked a few times, trying to reason about what he was talking about. Your climax had messed up your entire mental state and had you reduced to a tight wet hole begging to be used, so your first response was to nod the head and moan; moans that got even louder and more breathless as Satoru's hands pushed you against his cock slowly, making you feel every vein and inch until his tip kissed your soft cervix and pushed you back into another orgasm that made you teary-eyed as your vision clouded over for long seconds. 

"Fuck her through her orgasm, 'Toru, I wanna see her all ruined by the end of it", Getou spoke still holding your face and watching Gojo hold you by the waist to keep your body still as he began to thrust himself into your pussy so small it almost made him wonder if you could take him completely. 

"Fuck, she's goddamn tight, perfect cocksleeve for real", he spoke breathlessly with hair sticking to his forehead, the smell of sex beginning to permeate the entire living room walls of the house and the wet noise coming from where his dick was connected to your pussy making Suguru's shaft leak a little more, "Gonna leave her and her tight pussy with the shape of my dick by the end", you groaned at the thought and tried to concentrate on anything other than your walls milking him; if you came again before he did, you wouldn't be able to look at them again without feeling ashamed of yourself. 

And your perfect distraction came in the form of Getou pulling your face forward and kissing you hungrily as he took one hand and brought it to his dick, guiding you through the up and down motions to pump it at almost the same rate Gojo used to pound inside you.  

"P-Please, 'Toru, can you– just, ngh, c-cum inside me? I-I need it, you, your cum, inside me", you never thought you would be begging him to breed you, let alone how he would look at you with such lust the very moment the request left your lips; you had no idea how long he fantasized about you riding him and begging for every drop of his cum while he was daydreaming through the streets of Tokyo on his skateboard. 

There was nowhere else he would end it all. He knew that and it became a fact as soon as your walls tightened more when Getou rubbed your puffy clit, his cock twitched even more and his cum was filling you to the brim as another orgasm was extracted from inside you. But the nice feeling of having his veins pulsing and his tip gushing out in piles was short-lived: soon after, Suguru was pulling you up to take Gojo out of your cunt and replacing that long dick with his fatter one, inevitably causing all the liquid inside you to be fucked even deeper. 

"You can gimme just one more, can't you, dove?", he whispered against your ear and you tried to deny it with the head, even though it felt so good to have him moving in and out of you quickly, not giving you time to get your thoughts together and making you just be the dumb little girl they wanted you to be, "Oh, don't deny it, I know you can, don't you have good manners?" 

Just then, two of his fingers were rubbing your clit, walls clenching even tighter around his shaft and Gojo's cum leaking even more down your legs. It was easy for Getou to slide in and out of your pussy after his friend had really finished keeping you wet and it was even easier to end up cumming deep inside your tight pussy and mixing his cream with his friend's in a complete, big mess. 

The little slurred "Fuck" he moaned against your ear made you collapse against his arms in yet another orgasm and you swore you were seeing stars as your mind broke into a thousand little pieces. And just then Gojo pulled your body back and left you sitting as gently as he could on the couch before giving you a little kiss on the cheek. 

"You’re such a cute thing even when ruined, we're so lucky to have you", he said before running hands through his hair in an attempt to tidy it up and getting up to start putting on his own clothes. 

"Good girls are always a good fuck, she's the living proof of this", Getou spoke before reaching for your panties which were still wet in a mixture of his pre-cum and your slick; they were placed back between your thighs, even though both of them were leaking from you, "Good job, dove, we–" 

His speech was interrupted by the sound of something turning. Something turning and the jingling of keys that were not yours coming from outside the door of the house. Satoru and Suguru immediately looked at each other as if telepathically saying "Time to go" and you desperately started running to collect your own clothes without saying anything to them. 

Your parents were home and had probably already seen his skateboards by the door. 

And the two of them, before opening the living room window and putting on their pants, pulled you by the wrist so that they could each give you a quick kiss that barely tickled your lips. You pushed them both away and ran up the stairs to lock yourself in the bathroom, the excuse of taking a shower beginning to form in your head as those two boys jumped through the window frame. 

But, Satoru Gojo's jacket was still decorating the table in the living room.

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“And remember, sharp as a knife,” Grimmjow reminds. Of course, he would use a blade as an analogy. You roll your eyes at him, the bratty action being rewarded with a slap on your butt.

“How am I meant to keep your liner straight if you do that?” You snap. Grimmjow rolls his hips and your anger melts as the tip of his dick rubs against your slit through the fabric. One large hand wraps around your wrist, the blue pencil almost falling from your limp fingers, and pulls it closer to his face. Normal men take the next step in their relationship by giving their girl a key to their car or house. Grimmjow lets demands you do his blue eye makeup. Occasionally he would even draw a white bone on his right jaw. You don’t know what’s hotter, that you can go makeup shopping with your boyfriend and not get ‘yeah, looks great, babe’ mumbles directed more to a phone than you or that your man was comfortable in his masculinity to wear “feminine” things… Never mind, it was watching him beat up some homophobe who thought men wearing makeup is gay.

You take the hint and bring the blue liner back to his eyes, concentrating on making the wing as sharp as possible. Thankfully, Grimmjow lets you concentrate, one hand kneading your butt. One change to an eyeshadow brush to blend everything and dotting some concealer to make everything crisp and you’re done. Leaning back, your eyes flit over your work before deciding it was good enough and reaching for the mirror to show him. You cap the liner and close the eyeshadow palette whilst your boyfriend scrutinises your work. Clearly, it passes the test as Grimmjow flips you onto your back, two hands landing on your hips to pin you down.

“Time to repay you for your work,” Grimmjow purrs. “By ruining your makeup.”

The male grabs both your wrists in one large hand and pins your forearms to the mattress. You mewl and buck your hips into his, needing friction. Grimmjow places a thick thigh in between yours, allowing you to grind your core against him. Your head tips back as a large moan tumbles out of your mouth when Grimmjow brings his head down to nip at your clavicle, leaving a few marks.

“Grimm,” you moan, the male kissing his way down to the hem of your tank top. His sharp teeth graze against your skin, you whimpering at the pleasurable sting, the fabric being pulled down with his head. His other hand comes up, one finger hooking into the material to pull it even further down, the tops of your breasts revealed to him. Your tease of a boyfriend dips down and starts sucking hickeys onto the bared skin. Visible hickeys were hot but hickeys in places only he got to see were even hotter. You keen when you feel Grimmjow move away from you, his large hands grabbing the fabric at the back of his neck and pulling off his shirt. The wicked smirk he gives you tells you he had undressed that way since you found it so hot.

Grimmjow plants a hand by your face, and you realise that you hadn’t moved your hands from where they are stretched above your head. Grimmjow takes one bud into his mouth whilst his other hand cups your right breast, giving it a firm squeeze. You’ve always liked your pleasure with a bit of pain and Grimmjow’s the only person you know who has never hesitated to hurt you. He respected you enough not to treat you as if you were made of glass. His thumb and pointer finger pinch and roll your nipple. Rotating his wrist 90 degrees, Grimmjow pinches again this time playing with the metal bar that runs through the flesh. The tall male pulls back, letting his teeth graze your other nipple as he goes. A jolt of pleasure spears down your spine straight to your cunt making it throb even more. The male chuckles lowly as he watches the way your body writhes on the bed.

“Maybe one day I’ll take you to one of my friends so we can get this one-” he gives your left nipple a mean pinch that was rewarded with a soft squeal from you. “-repierced.” You can’t stop your eyes rolling to the back of your head or your hips bucking up, desperately needing friction on your clit. Grimmjow chuckles, leaning over you to pin your wrists with his non-dominant hand. All the strength of your upper body wasn't enough to dislodge his one arm. It turned you on as much as his statement. Having Grimmjow talk to-about you- like that with such nonchalance, like you were an object for his pleasure, a doll that he gets to decide how they look is humiliating. The sheer dominance of it makes you drip.

“Wouldn’t that mean your friends get to see my tits though?” You cheekily ask. You laugh when you see Grimmjow’s expression drop, not thinking of that.

“No,” Grimmjow growls into your neck. “You are mine. No one is allowed to see you like this.” Grimmjow rocks his hips into yours to reinforce his words, his bulge brushing up against your clit in the most maddening way possible. You sigh before gasping as you feel him biting the side of your neck to mark you as his. You moan at his ownership over you.

“I wonder,” Grimmjow begins, fingertips trailing over your thin tank top, ticking the sensitive skin of your navel that your bunched up shirt now displayed, “if I were to put my hands in your pants, how wet would they be?” You’re tempted to ask him why doesn’t he just find out but since your bratty earlier comment had been let slide, you’re not sure he’ll be as nice a second time so soon. You don't get a chance to answer before two fingers slip into you, curling just the right way to hit that spot deep in your gummy walls that has your thighs reflectively snapping shut.

“Keep them there,” Grimmjow orders, pushing his weight onto your pinned arms for a second before retracting his palm. It wraps around your right thigh, large enough to encompass the flesh as he pushes it from where it’s pressed against your other one and pins it to that mattress. The blue haired male shuffles into the newly made space, forcing your legs to spread even wider to accommodate him. Grimmjow’s other hand makes quick work pulling down your trousers and pants in one go, cruelly leaving them hanging mid-thigh and preventing you from spreading your legs too far. Ever a sadist, your boyfriend kneels on top of the fabric, forcing your hips to stay down. Strong fingers trace up the flesh of your inner thigh the ticklish sensation making you jerk although, between your pinned right leg and thighs, you barely move.

Grimmjow pinches the skin just below where your leg meets your thighs. Your moan is long and high pitched and rewarded with a chuckle. Thankfully, the blue-haired male doesn’t seem to be in a teasing mood, skimming two fingers through your lower lips to collect your slick, circling your clit a few times. He doesn’t give you the chance to make a sound of protest when his fingers leave your bud before plunging two fingers into your pussy.

The fingers wrapped around your thigh clench and you know tomorrow you’ll have a handprint-shaped bruise but you’re too drunk on the pleasure your boyfriend is giving you to say anything. There had been times in that past when you had complained about the marks he had made and in return, Grimmjow had made sure to leave no skin untouched with his fingers and teeth. Grimmjow lets out a deep groan as he feels your walls flutter around his fingers, thick digits spreading in a scissoring motion to stretch you out.

“Fuuck, you should feel yourself. So fucking tight. ‘M gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna be dripping f’me,” Grimmjow drawls, blue teal eyes focused on where his fingers enter your cunt. Your chest heaves as you pant out, hands clenched into the fabric to prevent disobeying his orders not to move.

“Please, Grimm-” your left thigh burns as the sound of him spanking your flesh echoes off the walls into your ears, thigh noticeably wet from your slick. “-please, sir,” you correct, “please let me touch you.” Grimmjow looks down at you, eyes softening as he takes in your flushed face and heavy lids.

“Such a good girl, doing what I say,” the praise is cooed down at you, Grimmjow’s left hand cups the side of your face. It’s so large that it covers the entire side. “You can touch me.” Grimmjow grants permission, having known you long enough to know when you’re so stimulated you have to hold onto him in some way to ground yourself. Your hands immediately shoot out and grab onto his broad shoulders, the male leaning down slightly to make it easier for you.

“Please, need you. Need in me so badly,” you babble, dark eyes turning glassy.

“But I am in you,” Grimmjow points out, adding a third finger and stretching you out better than your fingers could ever do. Your back arches, breasts pushing out as if as an offering. Grimmjow doesn’t hesitate, his large hand grabbing one.

“Neeeed your cock. Need it- fuck- need it to fill me up. Please fuck me.”

“Such a good girl. Such a pretty baby.” His fingers curl and rub against your gspot. The stimulation leaves you wailing and bucking so very close to the edge. Instead of being pushed into that pleasurable bliss, Grimmjow pulls his fingers out and shoves your hip back down onto the mattress, the hand on your breast pinching your nipple to help edge you away from your orgasm.

You don’t even get to complain or throw up a pout you know would have the tough man caving and doing anything you wanted. Maybe he knew you were about to do it because Grimmjow grabs both your hips and easily flips you over. One of his hands runs up your back, pushing your head down to rest on the pillow. Grimmjow traces your spine down to your hips, holding them to pull them up. Once he had manhandled you into the position he wanted, he wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, pumping his length a few times. The male traces your lower lips with the mushroom head. You wiggle back, trying to get him into you but Grimmjow spanks your ass instead.

Torturously slowly, Grimmjow pushes his dick into you. Once his thighs touch the back of yours, he pauses for you to get used to the stretch. His dick is big, stretching your walls in the best ways, and curves to the left a little. You wait a few heartbeats but become impatient and push back to urge him to start fucking you. Your breath is knocked out of your lungs as Grimmjow pulls back before slamming back into you. There is an animalistic quality to the way he pumps into you, your punched out moans with every thrust accompanied by the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Each thrust in has his cock brushing against your gspot and tearing a high pitched moan from your lips and every time Grimmjow pulls back you whine. You’re drunk on the pleasure only he can provide, hips meeting his to increase your pleasure.

Grimmjow bends down, coming to rest on your back and caging you in. One of Grimmjow’s hands remains wrapped around your left hip, helping you to move in sync with him, the other planting into the pillow by your head. His frame is large and wide enough to cover your whole body, creating a sense of protection and fire to burn through your veins. The new position has him reaching even deeper, fireworks exploding behind your eyelids. You’re barely coherent enough to think how hot his hand looks, veiny and big. You’re definitely not coherent enough to worry what the neighbours will say.

“What a dirty little dumb slut, so desperate to have cock in her she can’t even take her shirt off before being fucked,” Grimmjow degrades, tears pooling in your eyes. Your shirt is a rumpled mess, scrunched up below your breasts, thin straps having fallen down around your biceps and restricting free arm movements. The tears begin to drip down your cheeks, you’re not too sure if it’s from the pleasure or Grimmjow’s cruelty. Probably both. “You’re my little fuck slut, pussy so -fuck- fucking wet, wish I could stay here forever. Best pussy in the entire world,” Grimmjow mumbles. “Tell me you’re my slut.”

You parrot the words into the pillow, unable to lift your head to tell him. The blue-haired male isn’t pleased with it and fists your hair to yank your head up, all the while setting a rough pace with his hips.

“What was that dumb slut? Couldn’t hear ya?”

“I’m yours! Fuck, Grimm, I’m yours,” you sob out, eyes rolling back as Grimmjow relentlessly bullies your cervix with his dick. “I’m your fucking slut. Fuck, so fucking good. God, love your dick in me, wan’ it all the time.”

“Aww, you’re such a sight. Fucked dumb by my cock. My stupid little slut.”

Both your hands are clenched into the sheets, teeth clamping on the pillowcase to try and quieten yourself as the tears keep leaking down your cheeks. Your attempt to muffle yourself is barely successfully, wanton moans still audible. The pleasure is too much and you’ve stopped trying to grind back into him; you submit to his hips thwacking against yours and turn off your brain, handing your pleasure and release over to him. Grimmjow easily picks up on your decision, hand moving from the mattress to curl possessively around your throat. You arch into the palm hoping he’ll grip it harder but instead the blue haired male drags it down between your breasts to slide through the dark curls and to your neglected clit. Two fingertips flick against your nub without finesse- Grimmjow only aiming to have you clamping down on his cock. The additional stimulation is the last push you need and you cum with a loud moan, collapsing onto your front.

It takes a few minutes but you come around, feeling the shallow thrusts of your boyfriend. Grimmjow is still hard, desperate to release but waiting to make sure you’re okay. With effort, you turn your head to the side and glance back at him, giving him a nod. With your permission, Grimmjow shoves you back down, manhandling you so your thighs are splayed on the outside of his muscular ones. A large hand cups the back of your head, pushing it down whilst tilting your hips up. You get the message and curve your back, resting your upper body weight on your hands placed below your shoulders on the mattress. The position strains the muscles in your biceps but you make do, wanting Grimmjow to also orgasm.

The male drills into you, fucking you as if you’re about to leave. Your walls are oversensitive, pulsing around his member as he forces himself deep into you. The wails you let out are loud. To shut you up, Grimmjow forces three fingers in your mouth, thumb curled around your chin to keep them there. As if conditioned, you suck on them, twirling your tongue over the digits filling your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. My little slut. So fucking tight, making me -fuck- feel so good. That’s right clench on me. Clench that messy pussy on me. No one else can get you this wet.” You try to moan in agreement but Grimmjow shoves his fingers further down your throat. Your gags add to the noises being made yet you keep eagerly pushing your head closer to his fingers, fucked dumb wanting to keep gagging on his fingers.

Tears drip from your eyes again, black trails snaking down your face as Grimmjow begins to lose rhythm. He pulls out, hand wrapping around his dick and jerking himself off. You hear a loud groan and then feel his hot cum land on the middle of your back. The fapping noise continues, Grimmjow milking his release. A few weaker spurts land on your ass cheeks before Grimmjow sighs and stops.

Two muscular arms wrap around your shoulders and roll you over into his chest. One remains wrapped around the tops of your shoulders as a pillow the other one moving down your body to scoop up his cum. Grimmjow’s fingers rest on your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

“C’mon, princess, be a good cum slut.” You glare at him but obey, parting your lips and taking his fingers into your mouth. You slurp noisily around them and snort when you feel his dick twitch against your thigh. When he deems his fingers cleaned, Grimmjow slides them out and cups your face making sure to keep his wet fingers angled away from your skin. He pulls you into a kiss, this time sweeter than the passionate ones you had experienced earlier. This one he uses to show his love for you. He pulls back, your head following his so as not to break the kiss too soon. The action has the male chuckling and petting your hair.

“Gimme a few seconds,” he tells you. You whine and pout, giving him the best puppy dog eyes but it isn’t enough to sway him. His face softens as he says, “Princess, I need to get a wet cloth to clean you up then we can cuddle. I’ll be one minute tops. Are you okay with that?” You pout but nod, curling into a ball to stay warm when he leaves. A bolt of electricity judders through your pussy when your thighs accidentally clench and another whine falls from your mouth. You blindly reach out and grope for the blue haired male’s pillow, tugging it into your chest and curling around it. Pressing your nose to the material, your boyfriend’s cologne soothes you. No matter if the scene was vanilla or hard, you liked to be held afterwards and reassured you had been good. You also didn’t like laying in your own sweat, the dampness slowly drying and making you feel gross.

True to his word, the Grimmjow doesn't take long, wetting a flannel with warm water and filling a glass with cool water. He brings them both back to the bed, setting them on the bedside table so he can position your body up against the pillows. Grimmjow hands you the water and kneels back onto the bed, scooping the back of your knee in one hand to lift your leg up. The same hands that spanked bruises into your flesh now delicately traces your vagina, taking care not to stimulate the sensitive area any more than needed. Once satisfied, he moves to your ass and cleans the rest of his sperm off of your skin. Finally, with a clean corner, he runs the cloth over your navel, around the back of your neck, under your armpits and along your arms, cleaning the sweat off as much as possible.

When Grimmjow notices you’ve finished the water, he gently takes the glass from you and places it on the table. He pulls you into his chest, pressing kisses along your temple, kissing any skin his lips can reach.

“How ‘ya feelin’?” Grimmjow asks, voice husky in your ear. You giggle.

“Feel floaty,” you tell him, deep in subspace. You feel Grimmjow tighten his grip on you, guiding you to tip your head back to rest on his shoulder. His right hand gently closes your eyes then begins to lightly trace your arm. You take the hint and try to fall asleep, Grimmjow murmuring praises in your ear.

As usual, Tsukishima takes pleasure in getting on your nerves, despite you constantly minding your own business. Ever since your brother's volleyball team beats his own, he seems to have a personal vendetta against you. You bite your lip, fighting back the urge to snap at him, well aware that it is exactly what he wants — a reason to torment you further. 

Huffing through your nose in irksome, you merely shrug in an act of nonchalance before closing your laptop with a snap. 

"Mind your own business. I like what I'm wearing, thank you very much," muttering dryly, you shove your belongings into your worn-out backpack, the laptop nearly slipping out of your grasp in a rush. 

Through the haste, you could feel his laser-sharp gaze burning into the back of your skull. 

"Haru! I'm heading to psychology class first, okay?" you holler at your brunette friend sitting across the room with her boyfriend, arms winded around his wide shoulders. The urge to grimace has a strong hold on you due to their overtly passionate kiss, tongues clashing obsencely, practically giving the remainder people in the room a free pornography. 

After receiving a thumbs up, you leave the break room, relieved to find the hallway deserted save for a few college students that only came for attendance, on their way to the exit, perhaps to revel in the solitude of their home or dorm. 

Oh, how you desperately wished you had done that instead for the next occurrence has upended a bucket of rocks over your head, shifting your mood 180°. The psychology professor had refused to let you in class, despite having trudged from one end of the school yard to the other in the sweltering heat, claiming that your name isn't on the list of attendees.

The universe certainly has something against you as you grumble profanities under your breath, heading for the administration room to resolve the issue regarding your new class arrangement; yet once the door swings open, the last person you wanted to see is sitting on the muddy brown sofa. 

"What are you doing here?" you furrow your eyebrows just as the crinkling sound of plastic fills the strangely humid air of the waiting room.

"Look who's in who's business now," Tsukishima sneers, throwing the cherry red candy wrapper into the bin before popping the lollipop in his mouth.

Rolling your eyes, you march past him to knock gently on the administration door, tapping your foot impatiently.

"Don't you know how to read a sign?" 

You do a double take at his words, scanning the mahogany door idly and spot a piece of paper that you hadn't noticed before attached above your head.

[On lunch break, be back by 2pm] 

"Must be tough being so short, can't even read an obvious sign," he chuckles condescendingly, the red lollipop in his hand shaking along with his chest, catching a glint of the fluorescent lighting in the room. 

It's a full-time job trying to tune out his patronizing, especially when you're in a particularly bad mood, but at the end of the day, you're only human.

"Fucking hell! Can't you ever shut up!?" 

Your fists are clenched so tight that it is a wonder the skin of your palm hasn't ripped from the force of your nails alone, though that is the least of your concern as you stomp past him, needing a moment away from his negative energy.

But just as you pull the door agape, a large hand slams it back to its original place. 

"What the he-"

The words die in your throat when you whip around and catch his eyes, darkening significantly despite the glasses in the way, while staring you down like a chest piece on a checkerboard nearing its doom. 

"Not so tough now, huh? weird. You were so feisty before?" Tsukishima mocks thinking, tilting his head to the side.

You wanted to point out that his inhumanly tall physique isn't making it any easier on you but undoubtedly that would only enlarge his ego and fuel his taunts. So you did what you do best – avoid his gaze.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" 

Resolutely turning away, you roughly push at his chest only for him to impassively lean closer, caging you between his arms. He grabs your jaw, digging his long fingers into your cheeks as a way to force your face to him like a kid demanding for attention. The smirk dancing on his lips aggravates a muscle in your jaw, igniting a desire to bite his fingers off.

"You got guts talking back to me like that. Maybe there's something wrong with your tongue. let's check… shall we?" he muses, popping the red lollipop back in his mouth.

You didn't have time to ask what he meant when a squeeze on your ass propels a gasp out of you. Snatching that opportunity, the index finger and thumb on each side of your cheeks dig deeper, forcibly unhinging your jaw. Leaving his thumb where it is, he shoves two fingers between your teeth, pressing down on your tongue, paying no mind to your gags as you shake your head and scratch at his arms in futile. The more you struggle, the deeper his fingers slither into the cavern of your mouth. 

Through the whiplash of events, you dazedly feel a bulge nudging against your stomach. Much to your disappointment, you have an inkling of what the foreign object is without having to look down.

A low groan reverberates in your throat once his fingers start pinching and needling the flexible muscle, pulling it taut then massaging it in sensual circles like a precisely practiced move. Tsukishima's other hand engulfs your right thigh, rugged callouses caressing the exposed skin, inducing an exciting rush of shiver down your spine.

"You think wearing these flimsy shorts to class is a good idea, hm?" he whispers tauntingly, warm breath tickling your ear. 

"Whas wong withs it? urgh-" teeth grazing his skin, you try to communicate properly, only for him to slide his long fingers even deeper, hitting the back of your throat, activating your gag reflex.  

A flicker of unease simmers in the pit of your stomach when his lips gradually lift into a grin as though by product of a marionette string. Dropping his voice an octave, he coos patronizingly, "do you want everyone to fuck you in these? Is that right? Little baby wants to be fucked in these flimsy shorts? That's why you're revealing your ass to the world? Yeah?"

You gurgle incomprehensible words, shaking your head vigorously, digging your heels into the ground when he plays with the pink muscle again.

"Hmm, we'll get back to that later," the blonde hums as though it is a regular occurrence on a monday afternoon, "your tongue seems fine, but let's test it further."

"Hmph. No-" you choke from the overwhelming amount of drool sloshing in your mouth.

Tsukishima slowly retrieves his fingers from your mouth, watching with a complacent sneer as a string of saliva drips down your bottom lip, still connecting to his fingertips; all the while, making an extravagant scene of sucking on his candy stick before pulling it out with a smack.

The humiliating act is apparently not enough for the irritating blonde; thus, he brazenly inserts the lollipop into your open mouth whilst you are breathing heavily, gripping the doorknob for leverage considering his demeaning ministrations have physically weakened your knees. 

"Don't-" your voice comes out muffled, attempting to wrestle out of his iron grip for the umpteenth time. As a last resort, you decide to aim for his shin and steadfastly kick with all your might, inducing harsh profanities and hisses to fill your ears. The consequences of your action can easily be neglected when you feel an immense satisfaction knowing that the pretentious middle blocker's resolve is crumbling. 

You couldn't have been more wrong.

With a murderous glare, Tsukishima slaps your ass so hard that the sound echoes loudly through the empty room. Skin burning, you can only look at him in shock. He hauls you into his arms, both palms supporting your searing bottom, your back pressed snugly against the door, leaving almost no room to breathe.

Closing his hand around the lollipop between your lips, he pulls it out and proceeds to glide his tongue around the sphere, wetting it thoroughly in his saliva while you're still adjusting to the pain. Then, he did the unthinkable — spit on the candy. 

"Now suck," the blonde demands like the tyrant that he is, raising the devil-red candy to your lips, dripping in his saliva. Brows furrowing, your entire face heats up, astounded by his audacity. 

The fingers shoved in your mouth was degrading as it is, but to swallow his saliva – you can't wish for the administrator to come back soon enough. 

Nervously glancing at his grim face through your eyelashes, you virtually beg for him to spare your dignity, "I-I can't, Tsukishima, please, that's gross…"

"I said. Suck. It." he grits his teeth, abruptly thrusting his clothed crotch against yours, eliciting a small yelp out of you.

With his vividly golden eyes staring into your tainted soul, crouching like a predator anticipating another outburst, you reluctantly begin hollowing out your mouth, closing your trembling lips around the plastic stick before sucking on the disgustingly moist candy. Keeping your gaze firmly on his knuckles, you ignore his piercing stare, silently wishing for the earth to crack open and swallow you up.

Fortunately, the strawberry taste distracts you from the other taste that makes you want your tongue scorched in hellfire. 

"There you go. Wasn't so hard, was it?" he coos degradingly, lightly brushing strands of hair out of your face. If it wasn't for his debasing speech, you would've mistaken it for something intimate, "the baby can take orders after all."

"Open," he taps your chin, raising a blonde brow expectantly.

You don't need to be told twice, letting your jaw hang open for his eyes to feast on the view of the lollipop sitting heavily on your tongue. 

"Now swirl your tongue around it." 

Once you comply with a bated breath, a guttural grunt vibrates in his chest, "look how good you are for me. My little pet."

You gasp at the sudden name-calling, affronted by the choice of word that no one has ever dared to address you; and yet, your lower belly churns like hot lava with a pleasurable sensation that leaves a bitter aftertaste. This harassment has gone on long enough, but why you are letting it continue is beyond you. 

Nonetheless, when your gaze shifts to his face, every intrusive thought becomes of unimportance. The pure animalistic lust in his eyes calls out to you like a songbird, and strangely enough, you’re willing to step into the trap just to feel more. 

His large, veiny hand trails from your ass to your supple thighs, leisurely drawing shapes on the skin with a surprisingly gentle touch. You almost stop breathing when his fingertips graze the inside of your thigh, inching closer and closer to your private part. 

"You want me to touch you?" He teases maliciously, hovering a hand over your pelvic area, "are you gonna beg for it?"

"No. S-shut up."

He hums, now trailing both hands up and down your thighs, refusing to go beyond despite your squirming. The wiser part of you realizes the opportunity to escape, but the desperation for a sensuous release has a stronger hold on you.

When you thought there is some self-control left, your hips begin grinding on his crotch with a mind of its own, in a purchase of satiating the immeasurable hunger, evoking a sound that’s caught between a growl and a moan to stumble from his lips. 

"Getting bold, aren't we?" He hisses, balling up his fists around your hips, scrunching the thin material of your shirt, "you like being degraded after all," he matches the pace of your grinding with more precision, choosing to surrender his teasing.

"You like being called a pet, like being talked down to, like drooling all over yourself, hm? You like humping on me like a bitch in heat, is that right?" 

Too caught up in the pleasure, his words don't fully register into your foggy brain, only dazedly nodding along, biting down on your lower lip to muffle your moans.

"Show me what you got." 

That is all the cue you need to start hastily and forcefully grinding down on his bulge, sliding one hand to the base of his skull and tugging on his blond hair, mesmerized by the sound of his sensual groans. Picking up the pace, the front of your shorts rub against his crotch so fast that you feel your back slipping down the door from the amount of sweat you produced, too lost in the pleasure to care anymore. 

The delicious friction created between his khaki trousers and your shorts has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, underwear soaked in your juices, creating a wet patch on the polyester material. 

"Yeah? You like that?" He lowers into the crook of your neck, licking your sweet spot wantonly like a man starved.

"Yesh, Tsukki, more-" you whimper pathetically through your left hand, the lollipop that you've long forgotten digs into your gums painfully and for a split second, your taste buds drown in the strawberry taste. 

The vigorous sucking on the base of your neck persists, you jump when his teeth grazes a certain sensitive spot, no doubt leaving purple marks later like a reminder of ownership. Once you start squirming, he pulls away, forehead glistening with sweat, blood rushing to his cheeks as his grunts increase in volume. 

"More more," you squeeze your eyes shut, pinching his shirt that is damp in sweat, willing for his hips to thrust faster.

"Look at me." He growls ominously, shooting a zap of electric currents through your veins as he hooks an elbow under your left knee for a different angle that immensely heightens the bliss. Driving his groin harder into you as you both heave, drunk in the pleasure of clothed sex like a couple of horny teens. You steady the eye contact despite the continuous jolts that harshly slam you against the door.

The knot in your stomach tightens like a catapult ready to spring to action, heavy pants echoing against the walls that are seemingly closing in on you two. His spicy cologne mixed with the pungent smell of sweat swirls into your nose, puncturing your lungs, yet you find yourself inhaling for more.  

You fail to notice his hand crawling beneath your shirt until a light caress on your nipple tips you over the edge and you come crashing through the gates, legs twitching, toes curling, mouth open in a silent scream. The crown of your head is pulled higher through a string of euphoria that rush through your bloodstream like hot iron, feeling nothing but the heat scorching your insides.

Through your orgasm, his hips keep thrusting at a breakneck speed as though possessed, hurriedly chasing his high with curses flying out of his lips, and then he stills before violently trembling, "s-shit shit shit."

Your entire body wracking in shivers, you drag him by the back of his neck into your chest, still breathing heavily, vision hazy as you comb his hair through the ecstasy. For a moment, everything is silent save for your lethargic breaths mingling, the sticky warmth provides a sense of comfort and perhaps, you don't ever want to leave.

Distantly, you feel the soaking wet fabric of his pants rubbing against your own once he leans back, emitting longer exhales. His pale skin glistens, cheeks tinted red, glasses fogged up, hindering your view of his gaze which drives your temptation to take it off his face but you resist.

"That was something," you conclude after a brief moment of stunned silence with your arms still wrapped around his neck. You close your eyes, letting the waves of tingles cool down before you digest the situation. You were both so caught up in the pleasure, every logical thought had long disintegrated to ashes. 

"Yeah…" his voice comes out hoarse, "and you still have the lollipop in your mouth? Good job." He whispers gruffly before leaving a chaste kiss on a spot below your ear. 

BREEDING KINK

“Baby, you’re so tight.” Keeping your legs close to your chest, Ran chuckled lowly at your pathetic whines for him to finish. Lost track of the time, all you could do was lament on how tired you were with all your bones aching at the continued onslaught of the man above you still thrusting his cock into your puffy folds, glistening with his cum and yours. A man on a mission, he was, delighted at the mere sight of his thick semen dripping out of your pussy and onto the drenched sheets mixed with all your other juices.

“R-Ran—enough! I can’t anymore...” You slurred, eyes shut at the overwhelming euphoria as he continued to piston his hips to meet yours. The grin on his face grew at your breathless protest, mouth pressed against your lips in an attempt to silence you. Just how long was he going to keep up with this? Wasn’t he exhausted himself? You really should've thought twice in announcing that you wanted a kid with him soon.

“You can take more, baby—I know you can. Know that this pretty pussy will.” He accentuated his sentence with a hard thrust that had you seeing stars, mewling at the ceiling. “Gonna breed you full—fuck a child into you and this cunt. That’s what you wanted, y-yeah? Wanted my cum so badly, who am I to refuse?”

SENSORY DEPRIVATION

The voice in the back of your mind wouldn't leave you alone even as you were bent on the office desk of your boyfriend, moaning into the cold air while the air conditioner continued to whir behind you both. Like any other time you’d come visit him, you were either to leave disheveled or missing a panty because of Ran’s wandering hands. Today was no different, except this time he was feeling more adventurous—his necktie wrapped around your eyes while the tip of his cock was brusing your crevix. Nails digging into the wooden furniture below you, the thought of someone walking in and watching nagged at you.

“Such a slut. Can’t have enough of my cock, huh, princess?” He whispered, free hand snaking down to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves relentlessly. Head pressed against the cold surface, you moaned into it. Tears dampening the expensive cloth of Ran’s tie, accepting the brutal pace of his thrust. And just before you could cum, you swore the door to his office creaked open. Ran didn’t imagine your warm walls tightening at the idea.

“Pussy so good, might share it soon.” Ran hissed at your walls clenching down on his shaft, milking him dry. Inquiry whether someone came in and saw you bent over and fucked silly disappated with your panting breath. A squeak fell out of your lips when your boyfriend suddenly flipped you over, legs now dangling in the air. “You’d like that, won’t you?”

GAGGING

Drool dripped down your chin, glistening on your flesh. Whines and mewls muffled by the ball gag in your mouth, perked nipples hard as they pointed up in the air—waiting to be touched or pinched by Ran. His heavy gaze lingering on your damp slit, hand pulling out the pink dildo before pushing it into your cunt again, marveling at your reactions. It was another slow day at home and your boyfriend wouldn’t want to play with his fingers all day at the rare opportunity of having nothing to do. What better way to fight boredom than mess with you, right?

“What’s the matter? Already tired?” He cooed, reaching out to tuck strands of hair away from your face to see your eyes rolling back clearly. A smug grin on his handsome face made you wanna punch him and kiss the man at the same time. He was enjoying this too much, seeing you unravel underneath him, enough to beg and meet the pace of how he fucked the dildo into you. If there was anything Ran enjoyed, it was having a hold over you. “Gonna cum around a cheap toy? Pathetic whore.”

EXHIBITIONISM

Rindou’s disinterested gaze did not match the boner his pajama was showing. Lazy violet eyes trained on both of you dirtying his couch when this was supposed to be a wholesome movie night between you three. But then again, when his older brother was involved, there was no point in seeking such a thing when you were nearby. However, he wouldn't want for this display to end. He just wished Ran wasn’t so eager to show anyone whoever looked at you twice that you were his, including his younger brother.

“Such a good pussy—my good pussy.” Meeting Rindou’s gaze, Ran grinned while pressing your face further against the couch, muffling your scream when he hit that sweet spot of yours. Cheeks aflame in shame and arousal, a part of you wished to strangle Ran for choosing the wrong place and wrong time to fuck you silly on Rindou’s couch in his own home. “Take all my cum—you’re good at that, right?”

And just when you tried to swallow your humiliation, your heart hammered erratically in its ribcage at your boyfriend offering his brother a chance to fuck you.

embarrassment wasn’t even the proper word to describe the position you were held in. it was worse, much worse than that. you wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear, shutting yourself out from society for as long as you possibly could.

as if having a tail thrusting in and out of your cunt wasn’t enough, the man in front of you was visibly turned on, despite the fact that he had a rosemary in his hand and seemed to be chanting some sort of prayer.

what was the point in calling a priest over if all he did was stare at you while you got fucked by a demon?

“why are you just standing by, Father? you shouldn’t miss out on the fun things in life.” there’s a hint of mischief in his voice, like he’s goading nanami into making the situation at hand worse than it already is. even without looking, you could already tell that there was a smug look on his face, knowing fully well how tense and suspenseful the atmosphere is. you couldn’t help but squirm around from how deep the tail was buried inside you.

it’s unfair how you had no choice but to accept things from happening, especially since you thought that things would get better the moment you invited the priest in. there was no response from the man standing in front of you. he stood there silently as he tried his very best to look away from the situation that was happening in front of him. if possible, he wanted to run and never look back. sure, he’s had his fair share of coming into contact with sexual demons, but none of them were as provoking as the one holding you captive.

“you’re such a prude Father. it’s okay to let loose once in a while,” he tightens his grip on you as he makes eye contact with Nanami. a squeal escapes your lips while your legs spread further than they originally were, forcing nanami to turn to look at you out of concern.

you’re mortified the moment nanami faces you. he was getting a full view of what was happening in front of him. there’s no denying that you’re turned on, mostly from the way his tail hits that sweet spot inside you that makes you want to cum all over until it drips out of you. you’re trying your best to hold off from cumming too fast but gojo’s tail goes faster whenever he notices you holding your moans in from how good you feel.

“look! she’s a beautiful thing isn’t she? funny story. i was just creeping around the neighbourhood, doing my usual thing, until i heard her sweet little voice crying out for someone to help her.” gojo sounds entertained, even though he knows what exactly happened to you that night.

“at first, i didn’t really care, but curiosity got the best of me. can you imagine my surprise when i saw this little angel here playing with her pussy? naturally, the kindness in my heart took over and i decided to help her out. i think she passed out after cumming once. must’ve been a hell of an orgasm huh?”

it's amusing to him, watching you feel flustered from how he basically exposed you to such a holy man, who was apparently still staring at your pussy. nanami can’t lie. at least he tries not to. he knows he’s turned on, he can’t deny it. but the sight of your glistening cunt under the moonlight is what nearly breaks him. gojo sees the way nanami clenches fist, like he’s resisting the urge to fuck you right then and there, and that’s when he knows that he’s won this game. a plan forms in his head, one that’d make nanami give in to his urges and join him in this sinful act. a smirk plays across his face, deciding to put his plan into action..

“can you cum for me? show him what you can really do, yeah?” he loosens his hold on you slightly as he drags his tail out of your drenched hole. the sound of squelching from your pussy only riles nanami even further as he imagines the things he can do to your pussy if he had the chance. you’re nodding your head frantically, especially since your orgasm feels so near yet so far away. a little more, you think. all you need is a little push off the edge and you’ll feel better.

without notice, he rams his tail back inside you, ensuring that it slams against every sensitive spot. it feels good, too good for you. you’re barely conscious when you begin to cum all over his tail and onto the bedsheet. your eyes roll to the back of your head while your toes curl from the intensity of your orgasm, back arching away from gojo’s chest.

his tail slithers out of you, a thin sheen of your juices covering a small portion of his tail. it shines despite the lack of light, and it makes you bury your face into your hands out of sheer humiliation. you’ve never climaxed this good, even when gojo was with you in the wee hours of the night. perhaps it was the fact that there was someone else there, someone who should not have witnessed what you had just gone through.

your head is throbbing from how hard your orgasm hit you, yet you can feel a warm pair of hands grabbing onto your legs and pushing them upwards onto your chest. your vision is blurry and you can’t make out the figure in front of you, but the shades of blonde strands in front of you gives you a clue as to who it is.

“there you go nanami. she’s all yours.”