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cherubguts0 · 10 months ago

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Pit-stop

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Word count: 1.4K

Tags: pit kink, pit sniffing, cunnilingus, trans! Kohaku, slight degradation

Kohaku was gross, there was no denying it. Laying on his bed in just his tank top after an intense crazy:B practice that was filled with stamina training, vocal and dance training, leaving him sweaty and sore. Usually by now, he’d be showered and taking a nap, however someone was coming over. Someone who had begged him to not wear any form of deodorant or body spray. As if on cue, three knocks came to his door. “Come in madara-Han” Madara always did three knocks, his own personal irl ringtone. Kohaku was thankful his roommates were out for the night, save them from the smell that is him right now.

“Kohaku-San!” Madara bright voice filled the room, Kohaku-chan scent hitting him the second he entered, perfect, this was exactly what he had wanted. a big smile coming across his pretty face as he slipped off his shoes and made his way over his partner in crime. “How was practice?” He asks as if he doesn’t already know. “Tiring. My body hurts” kohaku gives a short response, glaring up at madara “Y’know Rinnie-han had a lot to say about how I smelled at today’s practice.” He said sourly, getting a small laugh from the older man, who now sat beside him. “Really now? That bad?”

Kohaku raised his arm up “smell and find out.” He said plainly, knowing madara could already smell him, eyes watching as the elders face got all heated. “That’s why you’re here right? Why you asked me to go to that practice with no deodorant” madara could feel his body start to heat up hearing kohakus demeaning words “r-right” is all he says before carefully wrapping his right hand around kohakus upper arm and bending down to take a whiff, his other hand resting on the middle of the young boys chest, feeling the slight dampness left from sweating earlier. It didn’t take long for madara to give into his more disgusting desires, the moment the pungent sent of sweat hit his nostrils his mind went hey wire, letting out a pathetic whine before pushing his face closer to his sweat drenched pit, quickly changing his position to laydown next to kohaku with his crotch pressed up against the younger thigh.

“You’re disgusting madara-Han” the pinkette teased, watching as the man who painted himself as a strong, independent caregiver was reduced down to nothing more than a perverted sicko “getting off on your juniors sweaty pits, what would others think hmm?” Madara could help but moan, mindlessly humping his juniors thigh as small, pink damp hairs tickled his nose. Leaving soft small kisses along koahkus pit, effectively worshiping the odd body part that most would find disgusting, especially in the state it was in currently.

Madara felt as though he was in heaven, getting high of the sour and musky smell of his beloved juniors pit, he really did owe kohaku his life for letting him indulge in his perverted fantasies. The complete bliss of having said fantasies indulged caused him to let go of any shame he may have, sticking his tongue out to lick a long stripe from the bottom of kohakus pit to the top, letting out a pleasured noise -which was accompanied by a surprised noise from the smaller- as he tasted the salty sweat, his hips rocking relentlessly against the pinkettes thigh, his cock straining against his grey casual pants. “Yer’ truly something else madara-Han” kohaku watched madara in earnest, his core heating seeing madara in such a state. He was truly lost in the pleasure, eyes shut, drooling and salivating all over his pit, his hand resting on top of his chest made its way under his shirt to fondle one of his small a-cup tits. Soft noises leaving hohaku as madara played with his budding nipple.

“So good kohaku-San” madara moaned out, looking up with a pathetic, desperate look in his stunning green eyes, tongue permanently stuck out as he panted and whined like a dog. “Is it madara-Han? You look so pathetic right now” kohaku pressed his thigh harder against madaras cock, enjoying the hiss that left the older man’s lips, “p-please kohaku-San” the ginger begged, his hips moving more sprat-tic than before “you gonna cum mama? That’s disgusting” despite his mean words, kohakus clit was practically begging for attention watching madara, he loved nothing more than seeing his grown adult boyfriend acting so desperate. “Yes! Please please please kohaku-San” madara begged, his hand playing with the younger boys tit making its way down to the inside of his crazy;B work out pants, fingers immediately finding their way between his soaked, panty covered folds. Kohaku let out a pleased sigh, finally getting some relief of his own, “good boy, good mama” kohaku praised, his fingers threading through madaras hair and pulling out the ponytail holding his hair up. The ginger-esk brunettes finger tips played with the pinkettes swollen clit, gently placing it between two fingers and giving it a few strokes, soaking up the soft pretty Moans that left his lips, the knot in his stomach building up more and more by the second, kohakus undies absolutely soaked to the point of staining his pants.

“Cum for me m-madara-han” kohaku commanded, watching as madaras eyes lit up as he was given permission, his fingers slowing on his panty covered cunt in favor of reaching his own climax, his nose burying back into kohakus pit, his hips stuttering against his dainty thigh as he released into his boxers. Letting out possibly the most pathetic moan/whine kohaku had ever heard from him. “You’re actually pathetic madara-han” kohaku spat watching madara come down from his high, humping his thigh a handful more times before stopping and just panting beside him, the older man’s face stained red and covered in a light sheen of sweat. Kohaku giving madara a solid minute to catch his breath and calm down before speaking again

“Yer not done y’know” madara nodded, pulling his hand out of kohakus pants and picking himself up off the bed, watching the young boy slip off his pants and panties, finally revealing his soaked cunt to him. It looked delectable, his small dick twitching, begging for attention to be put back on it. Attention madara was more than happy to give, grabbing ahold of kohakus thighs and diving straight in, his tongue delving between dripping folds as his nose took in the strong musky sent that was kohaku. Green eyes locked on to the teens face, admiring the pleased look that over took kohakus features, small hands coming back and tangling themselves in gingery brown locks, undoing the small braids that remained.

Madara knew kohakus body better than he knew his own, knew how to flick and swirl his tongue against the young boys clit to make him sing the prettiest of notes, knew how to push his fingers between slicked folds and press against spots that made the pretty boy above him see stars. “So goood mama” kohaku praised, “just like that” madara had no intention of stopping what he was doing, his mind fully focused on making him cum. His eyes watched as kohaku peered down, his head lazily loled to the side with a look of bliss staining his face, the two of them admiring each other.

Mardara always looked pretty, it infuriated kohaku how beautiful he looked doing just about anything, his hips rocking against that pretty face between his legs, orgasm creeping up on the teen already as madara played and toyed with him, thick fingers scissoring and seemingly opening up for more as a third finger made its way in, being the last bit to push kohaku over the edge. Letting out the prettiest note of the night, kohaku came all over madaras mouth and fingers, the ginger in pure bliss just watching and taking him, helping his young partner ride out his orgasm, only pulling away from his cunt when kohaku started pushing on his head. Both parties panting as madara pulled away from his cunt and gently pulled his fingers out, admiring the slick that coated them and how kohakus cunt clenched around nothing.

Kohaku was even more tired than before, his orgasm truly taking a lot out of him. Eyelids heavy as he caught his breath, “madara…Han” his voice was breathy, quickly capturing and stealing madaras attention from his cunt. madara knew what that tone meant, the soft breathy tone with an under note of need and want. Crawling over the smaller boy and connecting their lips together, bodies gently being pressed together as kohaku tasted himself on madaras tongue, to lazy to pick up his arms and wrap them around the taller man’s neck. “You too tired to go again?” Madara asked gently, pulling away from the kiss to pepper smaller ones along the pinkettes soft face. “No, but give me a minute” kohaku replied honestly, basking in the sweet attention he was given, madaras kisses moving down to his jaw and neck. “I’ll give you all the time you need”

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cherubguts0 · 10 months ago

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OKAY. since reqs are open uhm would you write madara cucking kuro plz...

like literally fucking fem!reader getting fucked, kuro's clothed boner pressed to her cheek while he kinda js sits back in shock and doesn't know what to do while mama is fucking her rrroughhhh and is like "you like my cock that much? kuros right there you'll make him angry" and shit. idk DOES THIS MAKE SENSE but yeah 🫶🏻

-🍓anon

A/N: I GOT CARRIED AWAY WITH THE PLOT OMG SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I hope it's too ur liking I may have gone off the rails a little bit....

Pairing: Kuro Kiryu x fem!reader x Madara Mikejima

Content: Madaras into you, everyone and their dog knows that. Only problem is, you have a boyfriend.

Warnings: NSFW, dub-con, slut-shaming, oral sex(f receiving), cuckolding, dry humping, sexual harassment(?), mentions of cheating, established relationship with kuro, ooc madara(?), they're both ooc tbh💀, porn with plot

Words: 2.1k

NSFW oneshot under cut!

Have Him Watch?~

It was no secret that Madara had a thing for you. He had made his advances-both romantic and sexual alike-very obvious to you and everyone else, not even hesitating to flirt with you right in front of your own boyfriend, Kuro.

Kuro wasn't the type to let himself fall into petty jealousy, he knew you loved him and that nothing would never change that. Therefore, he hardly batted an eye whenever Madara made another stuipd comment about your body, or when his hands would linger for just a bit too long. It was better to simply ignore him and wait for Madara to get the hint. Kuro knew he was strong, but to pick a fight with Madara? Death wish.

So, he didn't aggravate him in any way, letting the bigger man do this thing until he realised he had no chance with you. Which is why he was confused when Madara cornered him in the gym one day, his teeth gleaming in his signature smirk.

"Kuro! My friend, my pal! Got a minute?" He beamed, slinging his arm around Kuros shoulders and pulling him in close, squeezing so hard you'd think he was trying to suffocate him.

"Uh, I'm a bit busy right now" Kuro pushed him off, dusting himself off and returning his attention to the weights he had been lifting. "Maybe later"

Madara smile didn't waver, if anything it only grew in size. Clearly, he had no interest in leaving anytime soon, not even when Kuro desperately wanted him too. Whatever Madara wanted from him, he didn't have the time for it. Not now, hopefully not ever.

"Ah, cmon! It'll only take a second!" He chirped, plopping down on the bench beside Kuro, crossing his legs and watching as the redhead started his reps. "Hey, working hard or hardly working, am I right? Hahaha~"

"Out with it, Mikejima" Kuro grunted, resisting the urge to smash his weights straight in the mans face. All he wanted was a peaceful workout, was that too much to ask for?

Madara laughed, waving his hand dismissively as if to clear the tension. "Always so blunt, I've always liked that about you y'know!" He grinned, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. "So, you and (name), huh? How serious have you gotten with her? Is it marriage?"

Now he was just starting to piss him off. How was this any of his business? Sure, you and Madara were friends, but where did he get off asking for details about your relationship?

"She's my girl, yeah" Kuro answered, praying that his short replies would deter him from the conversation. If that was even possible.

"Right, right. And just hypothetically, if she were to cheat on you, would you be mad?"

Kuro tighten his grip on the weights, his knuckles turning white at the strain. "What are you getting at? You trying to start something?" He said through gritted teeth, shooting a glare in the brunettes direction.

Madara chuckled, putting one hand up in defence and using the other to playfully slap Kuro on the shoulder-a gesture that he did not appreciate, might I add. "Woah! Easy, I don't wanna fight ya! I'm just curious. Hey, maybe you'd let her cheat on you, I don't know what you're into!"

Kuro dropped the weights, the metal making a loud 'clunk' sound as they hit the floor, causing the other members of the gym to look over and stare at the two. Not that he gave a damn, oh no. Not when this clown was making a scene. How dare he suggest you would have an affair? Was he out of his mind?

"What's wrong with you? Of course I'd be mad, what makes you think I'd be cool with that? Get lost man" He spat, shoving him aside as he rose to his feet. The blood rushing through his veins felt as if it was burning as he sped away, not wanting to spend another second with such a fool.

What even was that? Kuro had gotten used to Madaras teasing and loud personality. Hell, he'd even grown to enjoy it to an extent. But this was just insulting. Why was he even saying those things? Did he know something Kuro didn't? Had you....

No, that was silly. You would never be unfaithful, that just wasn't you at all. Yet here he was, images flooding his mind of you tangled in Madaras arms, both of your bodies sticky with sweat and cum as you screamed his name. It was disgusting.

But so, so hot.

Shit.

/-----

You and Madara were friends. It was normal for friends to hang out alone in each other's bedrooms, even if they were the opposite gender, right?

Yeah, of course it was fine! Who were you kidding, it was perfectly acceptable.

You two were good friends, the best of friends! So it was normal for him to hug you, to wrap his arms around your waist from behind and pull you closer. He was a touchy person, after all. It was totally okay for him to nuzzle into your neck and inhale the smell of your perfume, to pepper kisses all over your jawline, to grind his erection against your ass-

Wait a minute.

"H-hey! What are you doing?" You yelped, squirming around in his grasp in a feeble attempt to escape his hold. It didn't matter how close you were, there was no way you'd be comfortable with this!

"What's wrong?" He cooed, your wiggling only seeming to excite him further as he continued his humping. "Friends cuddle all the time! Or are we not friends anymore?"

"This isn't cuddling! This is-ah! This is, oh fuck! This is sexual harassment, you perverted fuck!" You cursed yourself for allowing your voice to crack, letting those dreaded moans spill out like you were some whore who enjoyed this. Which, of course, you didn't! You didn't like it, right? Dammit!

"Sexual harassment, huh? If that's what floats your boat" Madara chuckled, pushing his hands past the hem of your skirt, groping the soft flesh of your thighs.

You squirmed around, hitting at his chest and clawing at his arms. It was no use, damn him and his muscles! In this position all you could do was stand there and take it, because in all honesty, you knew that no amount of protesting would get him to stop. Even of you did get away, it wouldn't be for long, Madara was as stubborn as ever and you knew for a fact that he wasn't afraid to use force to get his way.

You just didn't realize that part of him would ever show itself to you.

"Kuro. Kuro will be home soon, and he'll-ah! He'll kick your ass!" You threatened, snapping your head around to glare at the man behind you. Using Kuro as a form of defence probably wasn't the best idea, but it was your last resort. Begging and trying to fight back certainly didn't work against Madara.

He just laughed. "Maybe we can have him watch"

"What do you-"

A sudden knock at the door cut you off, the familiar voice of your beloved boyfriend coming from behind it. "Uh, (name)? Do you have someone over? Why's the door shut? Can I come in?"

Oh fuck. No!

It suddenly dawned on you just how horrible this would look to Kuro, you pinned against another man with his hands up your skirt? Anyone would think you were a cheating whore! No matter how much you tried to explain the situation, it would still look the same. You had dug your own grave by even letting Madara come over!

Madara pressed his lips to your earlobe, nipping on the soft flesh and whispering lowly, "Do you want me to stop?"

Yes! No! Maybe?

God, why did it have to feel so fucking good?

"Babe? I'm coming in"

"Wait-ah-no! Don't-"

Too late.

The door swung open, the face of your wide-eyed and shocked boyfriend sending a wave of guilt down your spine. He looked at you, then Madara, then you again, his mouth opening and closing but no words coming out, only surprised mumbles and stutters.

You honestly couldn't tell if he was angry, sad, confused, aroused, maybe a mix of all three? And it didn't help that you were unaware of what emotions you should have been feeling either. Should you scream for help, or moan in pleasure? Push Madara away or pull him closer?

"Kuro... this isn't..." You started, trailing off when you glanced over the very obvious tent in the redheads jeans. Oh. Oh shit.

So he was aroused by this? What even was this? Some twisted form of roleplay? A fetish that the two men discussed that you didn't know about? Did Kuro actually like this, or was his body reacting subconsciously?

Either way, you didn't have much time to think about it before Madara picked you up from under your thighs and tossed you onto the bed like a ragdoll, wasting no time in climbing in between your thighs and nuzzling his nose into your panties.

"Mm~ You smell so good" He purred, the vibrations of his voice sending a wave of pleasure to your core, a gasp mixed with a whorey moan leaving your lips at the feeling.

The redhead in the doorway cleared his throat, footsteps echoing in the room as he made his way over to where you lay on the bed. He sat down beside you, a hand coming out to gently stroke your cheek. It was a soothing action. One that might have made your heart melt if there wasn't another man currently lapping at your panties like a starved dog.

"Is this okay? I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it first.." He apologised, his face flushed pink and his lips turned upwards into a small smile. "Just tell me if your not enjoying it and I'll kick him out, alright? That's okay?"

You gulped, then nodded, bringing your own hand up to hold his as you squirmed around on the mattress, your mind slowly but surely becoming goo at the pleasure spreading through your veins.

"Ah!- I don't know"- Madara looked up at you with those big brown eyes, choosing that moment to flatten his tongue against your clothed clit, making a show of slurping and smacking his lips together -"f-fuck yes! Oh god, please!"

With consent finally granted, Madara hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down in a second and diving straight into the heat of your pussy. He flicked his tongue up and down, side to side, round in circles and everywhere he could possibly reach inside of you.

Anything to make you scream his name, and scream his name you did. You threw your head to the side, falling into Kuros lap, as he brushed over that one spot, a spot that not even Kuro had reached before.

"Shit! Right there! Ah-ha~ Madara" You cried out, wrapping your legs around his head in a death grip, shoving his tongue even further inside you. "So good!"

He pulled his tounge out of your wet hole, opting to swirl and flick it over your clit. You withered and squirmed around on the bed, griping onto the sheets as hard as possible. The knot in your lower belly was starting to build, and both Madara and Kuro could tell. Your whole body felt as if it was on fire under Madaras touch, every inch of your body begging for release.

It just felt so good. So, so, so good-

"Ah-gonna cum!"

Your orgasm washed over you like a wave, toes curling and eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your lips parted and you were panting so heavy you barely had enough breath left in your lungs to moan or even scream. Juices splattered all over the face of the man in between your legs, dripping down his chin as he drank it up like it was the finest wine in the world.

Madara pulled away from your swollen cunt, climbing up onto the bed and hovering above you, leaning down to capture your lips in a quick kiss.

"Aren't you a little slut, huh? Getting off on my tongue while your boyfriend watched? You came so quickly, does he not treat you right?" He cooed, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes.

Kuro, who had been dead quiet the whole time, finally spoke up. "You didn't have to be so rough with her" He grumbled, stroking the top of your head.

Madara huffed, a grin tugging at his lips. "She loves it! Don't you know what your own girlfriend likes?" He rolled his eyes before returning his attention back to your blissed-out form. "Ready for more, sweetheart?"

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