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me when satoru calls reader wifey

me when toji calls reader ma

me when suguru calls reader pretty girl

me when toji calls reader doll

me when sukuna calls reader woman

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mean co-worker! tsukishima kei becomes sooo affectionate and praises so much when he's drunk

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tw // inappropriate workplace relationships, slight bullying, drunken sex, vaginal, slight impact play, creampie, slight degradation, overstimulation & praise — 1.3k

he's such an asshole at work. he micro-manages everything you do and scrutinises your work to an unfairly harsh degree. he doesn't pay attention when you speak, or he just rolls his eyes and dismisses what you say. he talks shit about you behind your back but never leaves a trail so you can't report him to HR.

you didn't want to attend this stupid work night-out, if he was going to be there.

hence, it's honestly quite jarring how the night spins from laughing and having one-too-many glasses of wine with your colleuge at the bar, to you sprawled across his bed while he hits it from behind.

all your clothes have been discarded, and you're so drunk you can't remember whether you took your shoes off at his door or if you lost them during your uber ride home (during which you could hardly keep your hands off each other; the poor driver was probably mortified.)

regardless, none of that mattered now that you were collapsed on his sheets, letting his fat cock ram into your hole over and over, abusing that senisitive spot inside you. he stood at the edge of the bed, holding your hips firmly in place while he drilled into you, but he was so hammered that he was on the verge of losing balance with each rough thrust of his hips. the only way he could steady himself was by leaning forward, so his chest was against your back and his body is pressed closely against yours.

you can feel his laboured breathing against the shell of your ears as he groans, "you're—" his voice hitches, "so, so pretty. my sweet angel." he lazily scatters kisses against your back, pecking at your neck and working his way around your shoulders while his cock continues to plow into your pussy at a delirious rate. the cold lenses of his glasses against your skin almost causes you to shudder.

"kei.." you moan, toes curling at the way he keeps stretching out your creamy cunt. you couldn't get enough of him, hence you arched back into his touch, craving more friction to send you over the edge.

"hm? baby.." he rumbles against your skin, lips dragging lazily against the tender flesh of your neck, "what is it? talk to me."

so sensitive, and barely able to contain yourself, you choke, " 'm close.." the only words your intoxicated mind is able to grasp. and you can feel as the corners of tsukishima's lips tug into a smirk at your pathetic little whimper.

"close? my cute little assistant is ready to cum? that right?" he taunts, running a hand down your bare body and gripping at the meat of your thigh, causing to mewl into his sheets. "want me to fill up that tight hole, huh?" the speed of his thrusts begin to decrease and his hips rock carefully into you, each movement deliberate and teasing, "my perfect angel. that's what you want, right? to be mine. such a good girl."

you nod frantically into the duvet, and try to grind back against his cock but his lethal one-handed grip on your waist prevents you from doing so. but your desperation for stimulation is somewhat satisfied when his other hand trails down to toy with your needy clit, "don't know why i call you names. you're not a stupid whore, are you, baby?" he presses a messy kiss against the angle of your jaw, "no, whores aren't this fucking tight. no, you're an angel. the prettiest angel i've ever seen." his hot breath tickles your skin as he chuckles.

he jovially slaps your clit, the jolt of short-lived escasty causing you to cry out, "please, kei! i need you, please fuck me!" your voice is shaky and there's genuine desperation in your tone, which tsukishima is able to pick up on, even in his inebriated state.

"want more, princess?" he says in a low voice.

"yes.."

he gives you another drunken kiss, against your cheek this time, just at the corner of your lips, "how could i say no to you, beautiful. you're too hot to ignore." his final chuckles echoes through your head as that's the last sounds you're able to process before your brain is fucked straight out of your skull.

he splits you in half and your whole body trembles with each fierce thrust of his dick into your slobbering pussy. his tip doesn't relent at that rough spot on your walls that he knows drives you crazy , and although his aim is inhibited by the several drinks he's had, the pure urgency of his pace alone is enough to cause you cum before you even know what's going on.

"ah, perfect little slut. just like that. cumming all pretty for your boss. so behaved." he groans, caressing your waist lovingly. spasming around his cock, your fluttering walls are not able to prevent tsukishima from continually rutting into you. he's chasing his own high now, aching for a release just as badly as you were, and stopping at nothing until he's climaxed, even as if that means using you as his personal fleshlight for hours while you lay there — overstimulated and fucked-out — under him. well, maybe you weren't there for hours, that could be an exgaration but truthfully, you're unsure. after your orgasm, you were so hazed and blank that your body's internal clock had broken. perhaps you were there for hours, maybe you were only there for a couple seconds.

regardless, the end result was the same. his sticky seed spilling through your insides, coating your slick walls. feeling his cock throb within you ignited something in the pit of your stomach, but he yanked himself out of your pussy before the sensation had an opportunity to foster. not by choice though, he'd keep his cock buried in your tight cunt all night if he could. but the sheer volume of his load that he had deposited inside you, left you so conjested with no room for his dick. instead, he had to heave himself upright so he could watch your puckered little pussy drip with his cum.

"nice n' full." he muses, using his finger to guide whatever cum was staining your folds back into your hole, with a lewd squelch. "my sweet angel."

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although that encounter was surreal and left you with an strong (yet entirely inappropriate) yearning for your asshole co-worker, the awkward part was that come the next morning, he didn't seem to remember a single thing.

after the main event, you both collapsed and fell asleep. however, you woke up in the middle of the night to collect your stuff and stagger home, and despite how it's all a little fuzzy, you still retain the majority of your memories from that night.

tsukishima on the other hand, doesn't seem to remember a thing. he didn't acknowledge it once when he saw you in person at work the next day, not even a nudge or a knowing glance. nothing. albeit, he did act a bit more demure in the few days following the incident, but that was likely due to the embarrassment of drinking, and he was back to acting as cruel and irritating-self in no time. with no awareness to the fact he stuffed your cunt full with his seed at the work night-out.

how girm. but perhaps this was for the best, at least his amnesia erases the chance of a HR nightmare. still, you can't help but feel a bit jaded that your entire relationship with him was exactly where it started, because he couldn't remember a thing.

or, at least, that's what you thought. until he notices you working overtime one evening, and drops a box of cream-filled doughnuts at your desk. there's no one around, so he's already snacking on one, and he opens the box to reveal the rest to you. "here." he states bluntly.

you perk up from your desk, and glance between him and box, eyes wide with hope (and suspicion), "for me? why?"

tsukishima shrugs, sauntering away from your desk. but not without first motioning to the part of the doughtnut where the cream poked out, and commenting,

"reminded me of you."

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♣ In which you peg Toji as punishment

“Just get it over with, woman.”

He’s kneeling on the bed, ass up, legs spread, face squished against the pillows as he grips the headboard a little too tightly. A smile is almost brought to your lips; your big, bad Toji is nervous and too proud to admit it. Honestly, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and you will not waste it. After all, you’re never going to trust him to take care of your plants next time you go on a long, out-of-town mission. Was it so hard to water a couple pots here and there? 

For someone who’s never been in this position – literally and figuratively – he sure is quite adept. His ass is clean, he didn’t bat an eye at the not so little cock you whipped out (probably because his is much bigger), and his arch is, well, kinda better than yours. Like, actually. Nice curvature, good height, and topped off with a delicious looking bubble butt. 

“Quit admiring me and get to work,” he grunts out. 

You smack a cheek. He jolts. It didn’t hurt him. Couldn’t have. But it does leave behind a red glow, most likely from the humiliation, which doesn’t make pre leak out of his only semi-hard cock. Bummer. 

Taking his command to heart, you grip his hips, rubbing what you hope to be, soothing circles into his bare skin, and circle the cockhead of your dark green strap-on dildo to his puckering hole. Of course, you’ve taken the right measures. His asshole has been stretched out stage by stage, albeit begrudgingly and with a lot of complaints, and you’ve lubed up both his asshole and your fake cock. All that’s left to do is to push it in and give him the ride of his life. 

Toji hisses at the sensation. He once described rimming as ‘ticklish’ and ‘not really my thing,’ though as his ass stretches back towards you ever so slightly, you start to wonder. Cooing, you say, “Aww, baby, eager?”

“Fuck off.”

Alrighty. Clearly, he’s not in a talking mood. Fine. You don’t need him to be, you just need him to keep that mouth open so you can hear all the fantastic moans he doesn’t want to admit to. So, inch by inch, you feed the green thing into his reluctantly open hole. 

The headboard creeks. “Fuck. Shit. Ah, fuck.”

“Feel good, To-ji?” You tease. “It sounds like it feels good.”

Rolling his eyes, you’re sure, the sassy man grumbles, “It’s f-fine. You -hah- all in yet?” 

Now, if the roles were reversed, as they always are, this would be the cue to shove the cock in until you’ve bottomed out and he’s a drooling mess. He’s never once taken mercy on you so why should you on him?

SLAM!

“FUCK!”

Oh, whoops. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re aware you’re going to pay for that after he’s paid the price for being a plant-murderer. Maybe with a spanking or orgasm-denial lasting for hours…or maybe he wants to return the favour. Yeah, knowing him that’s exactly how it’s going to go. With that in mind, you quickly decide to forego warnings and make the most of this experience. 

Working your hips double time, you begin shovelling the long, thick green dildo in and out of his pulsing hole. 

“You fucking -ah shit s-slow down.” Toji’s arch miraculously deepens, body quivering in a way you’ve never seen him do. It’s oddly endearing to see such a huge man holding back all the violent reflexes he’s honed over the years as a killing machine. And even more endearing, is the low grunt he releases when you scratch your nails down his long spine. “You’re having too -hngh! not there fuck!- too much f-fun, aren’t ya? Those damn -seriously fuck!- plants don’t even mean shit to -ngh!- you.”

A hand wanders down to his very real, very hard cock. Though it’s an awkward position, you keep pummelling the dildo through his gummy walls as you jerk him off, smearing the pre you’ve been waiting for down his length. “Gonna cum soon, Toji? It’s a shame it’s not going -hah- inside me, r-right? I wish I could actually cum inside you; could you imagine how pretty your asshole would look with cum leaking out of it?”

Toji growls, “Talking a lot of shit for s-someone already out of breath.”

“Yeah, well, if you let me do this more often, then I’ll build up my stamina, won’t I?”

To that, he has no response. But with the way he’s letting out low moans, breathy groans, and gravelly curses, you think he’s actually considering the possibility. Maybe you’re fucking him so good that the mysterious male g-spot of his is being stimulated and he’s feeling so amazing that it’s changing his worldview…or, much more likely, the guilt he bears weighs heavy on him, making the man open to the idea of letting you have your fun. 

Something smacks your hand away from the scalding thing you’re holding. His own hand replaces yours. Toji’s jerking himself off. Oh, how you so badly want to watch him. If he lets you fuck him again, you’ll have to insist on doing it missionary style so you can watch his brows furrow and eyes roll back. 

When you bury deep, grinding hard, you’re pretty surprised to find him fucking back into you. His head turns and those piercing eyes, hooded and dark, meet yours. 

With a smirk, he says, “Put your back into it, ma. Never gonna make me cum at this rate.”

Right the first time. Yay.

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gojo's favourite thing about you is your heart.

and his second favourite thing about you is your... smile.

and his third is your raging oral fixation.

what, can't a guy want to get his dick sucked while he's playing his video games? if you're happy he's happy, and you're happy sitting between his legs and swirling your tongue around his tip. so he's very happy.

he's got an inhuman amount of stamina, and trying to keep up with him in the regular sense just leaves you sore and overstimulated. so at least this way he can keep his cock warm and wet in your mouth without taking too much from your body.

sometimes you're the one to work him to the bone though. like when he's fucking your face properly, rather than just warming his cock against your tongue, holding your head down on his throbbing length as he shoots deep into your throat, though he's cum so many times that day that he's almost cumming dry.

his dick hurts it's that overstimulated, already softening in your mouth as he tries (with a decent amount of force, too) to pop your lips off his cock, but it's no use.

"baby," he whines. "s'too much. i'll let you suck my fingers instead?"

so you hollow out your cheeks and suck harder. half to warn him not to take away your joys in life, and half because you like to make the strongest squirm.

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(trueform) sukuna, the amalgamation of all things sharp and evil, is... a virgin?

you laugh when he tells you. he ponders the merits of spanking you for making a fool of his abstinence.

'don't mock me' he had pouted like a kicked puppy, eyebrows knit together in a faux fury that just makes him look dumb, because anger on ryomen sukuna is only natural in every direction but yours.

you have that asshole wrapped around your finger.

well, you did. until you laughed at him for being a virgin, and he decided his many years of celibacy were ideal to be broken by someone with your gall.

know you're wrapped around his fingers. literally, knuckles deep while he plunges them in and out and in and out of your pussy on a grating loop that has your vision gated by stars and tears after only a few minutes.

he's fucking good for a virgin. you wonder if he's better with his cock than he is with his fingers—whether he's fucked his fist late at night to the thought of doing things like this to you. how depraved he's let his mind become. if his fantasies would frighten you or not.

"i didn't mean to laugh," you try pleading after your first orgasm on his fingers. "i wasn't laughing at you, it's just hard to believe. don't you have concubines?"

"i'm not a philanderer," he grunts, curling his thick fingers inside of you.

"do you even—fuck, ryomen—do you even know what a philanderer is?"

"a whore," he bites. "i saw no point in engaging in such... carnal affairs. i don't like playing with my food."

well that's a lie. you roll your eyes, half in defiance and half because you think sukuna might be rewiring your brain matter with this kind of pleasure. so much so that you start to say stupid things without thinking of the consequences in doing so.

"so it's not because your cock is small?"

and he stops. you're thankful for the break, though you tighten around his fingers in some sort of biological protest to the lack of stimulation. sukuna, all hot and heady, takes your face in his one of his free hands and squeezes your cheeks together, bulging your lips.

"my cocks are adequate in size."

"cocks?" you're speech is muffled by sukuna's grip on your face. "like, more than one?" you squint your eyes at him "do you have multiple cocks, sukuna?"

indeed he does.

after another orgasm on his fingers, and then one on his tongue (which left both you and him in a mess of spit and sweet release) he finally disrobed and let you bask in the frightening sight of his two cocks, stacked one on top of the other, both hard and veiny and leaking at the tips with a copious amount of pre.

he's huge. in both cases. you suppose you should have signed something before laying down for the man, right? still, a curling need eats at your lower stomach: to have him like this when no one else has.

"are... will..." you clear your throat. "so, uh. they're both going inside of me?"

sukuna doesn't speak at first, probably because he's growing impossibly harder at the look of fear on your face. he lays you back and situates you beneath him, his rough hands oddly gentle for what's most likely the last kind thing he'll do to you tonight.

"no," he says. "next time. i want to... see something."

see something? sukuna steps between your parted legs and looks lustfully at the mess he's left of you. you're somewhat ashamed for becoming such a sight after teasing him like you did, but the hunger in his eyes are enough of a balm to shift your shame into... fear? want? a deep-rooted masochism?

kuna strokes one of his cocks, the one on the underside, a few times before lining it up with your entrance. resigned to your fate, you close your eyes and take a long breath in and then letting the air empty from your lungs in preparation for the stretch.

but it doesn't come.

you open one eye to find sukuna staring back at you. two of his hands hold your thighs apart in a force that is sure to leave bruises, the third holds his cock steady against your pulsing hole... but the fourth just hangs.

that is, until he snakes it up your torso, nice and slow, and then trails it down the length of your arm to lace his fingers with yours. a hand to hold through his first time.

"tell anyone and i end your bloodline," he says. you smile, and he growls and presses forward, taking the plunge and entering your tight warmth, leaving his virginity at the door.

as he pushes himself further and further in, his second cock rests on your stomach, leaking pre-cum all over your pretty skin. once he's bottomed out, which is a feat that takes a whole lot of squirming and clenched teeth on your end, he stills inside of you.

his eyes are glued to where his second cock lays on your tummy. it's an indicator of just how deep inside of you he is. how much of your body he's claimed as his own in that searing but all-too pleasurable stretch of his mean size. he squeezes your hand tight.

you're already teary-eyed, revelling in the almost hedonistic way your pussy tries to suck him in even further. you're sure that any deeper would be a health risk, but you've never felt this good before. this full.

and still, sukuna just stares down at his cock laying on your belly. he's so deep, sheathed inside of you in the most intimate display of connection besides... cannibalism? his mind races, his mouth goes dry, and with an almost pathetic moan from deep in his chest, ryomen sukuna cums both inside of you and all over your stomach at the same time.

without even a full thrust inside of you.

you gasp, the sheer amount of cum flooding into you at once is overwhelming. "did you just—"

"no."

you lift your head to look at the release painting your stomach: so much so that it's covering your tits too. "you just came in one stroke."

"shut the fuck up."

"you really are a virgin, still holding my hand, too."

sukuna growls at that, lowers his body against yours just to show off his crushing weight. a bite to your earlobe is soon followed by a few harsh words in your ear.

"do you want to be ripped in half by my cocks? shut your fucking mouth or i'll gladly—"

"yes. please, yes. yeah. let's do it."

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old enough to remember when smut was called ‘lemons’ but young enough that i had absolutely no business knowing that smut was called ‘lemons’ at the time 

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you gotta win if you wanna cum ྀི

“keep playing” gojo murmurs barely audible, almost embarrassed to say it—but his fingers are already slipping under your shorts like he's done this in his head a hundred time. “i-i wanna see if… my good girl can win…like this.” his fingers slid past the hem of your shorts. 

It was supposed to be just another quiet night. you, your switch, and your nerdy boyfriend with messy hair and a half-finished soda on the table. you were in his lap, like always, thighs straddling his left one, back against his chest. His glasses were crocked because of your head resting on the side of his face. his hands had been resting, harmlessly, mid-thigh.

but tonight it seems like they had a mind of their own. his palms slided up, awkward at first, like he was working up the nerve. and once he brushed your inner thigh and felt how warm you were—how you were already grinding a little without realizing, he sucked in a shaky breath.

“y-you’re, um…" he chuckled nervously, “you're kinda…really…wet already. that's-uh- that's cute.” you can feel how red his ears are. can hear the shaky exhale he lets out as he presses two fingers against the damp fabric of your panties.

you tried to focus on the screen, but his fingers pushed beneath your panties, hesitant but hungry, dragging along your slit with a low groan. his voice was uneven when he spoke again—like he was trying to sound teasing but couldn't hide how wrecked he was.

“wh-what kind of gamer gets this needy holding a controller?” he stammered.

you jolted, hips twitching into his touch, and he gasped softly against your neck—his cock straining against his sweats, and he bit down on a shaky moan.

“i—fuck, wait—don’t cum yet,” he breathed out quickly, as if panicked by how close you already felt. “you—you can’t. not unless you beat the level. that’s the rule.”

you whimpered, legs trembling, gripping the controller tighter as his fingers toyed with your clit in little circles. It was almost clumsy but somehow that made it worse. and the nerdy tone he used—the one when explaining game stats or why a manga panel made him cry—being used, now, to deny your orgasm was really hot.

“i just—it's stupid, but i get turned on seeing you so focused,” he admitted, voice breaking with a shy laugh. “you always look so serious when you play, and i just—kinda wanna mess that up…” when you buck forward, your hips grinding down onto the firm flex of his thigh, he gasps like he’s the one being touched.

“you’re—ngh—you’re seriously doing that on my leg?” His voice cracks in disbelief, cock twitching in his pants. “d-didn’t know you l-liked that…”

his hand creeps up under your shirt with all the subtlety of a boy who’s fantasized about this a thousand times. he palms your breast awkwardly at first, afraid he’ll mess it up, but once his fingers find your nipple—he’s not shy anymore.

he groans, deep and sharp, twisting the sensitive bud between two fingers. “f-fuck, that's so soft,” he breathes. “you're not allowed to b-be this soft when i'm trying…when i'm trying to be m-mean.”

your hands are trembling, buttons mashed half-heartedly as he toys with you like you're his favorite collectible. the pleasure clouds everything. your character on screen stumbles, gets hit, and before you can react—

game over. you freeze, the screen flashes in cruel pixelated defeat.

gojo blinks, “you lost?” his voice is unfortunately too high to be cocky, too breathless to be smug.."c-c'mon you're supposed to be my elite little gamer." you squirm in his lap, frustration boiling in your cheeks—not just from the lost, but also from the aching throb between your legs. “you k-kept distracting me!”

he hums, almost pathetic. then he presses two fingers against your clit, “close doesn't count,” he whispers as he pinches, a sharp flick to your swollen bud. the arm around your chest tightens, his thumb rolling your nipple like it's a fidget toy.

you whine, your head drop on his shoulder, “i w-will win.”

“that's ma girl,” he kisses your temple before licking a stripe behind your ear. “b-but until then…” he presses his thigh up, grinding it into your core while teasing your nipple between sharp tugs. “you're m-mine to play with.”

your fingers tighten around the controller, eyes locked on the screen. and every time you press a button, he mirrors it with a flick or a pinch or a firm grind of his thigh into your pulsing heat.

“shit—satoru,” you breathe, trying to keep your avatar alive.

“keep g-going, you're doing just r-right." he mutters, voice shaky. his glasses are fogged, his hands aren't steady, and his cock is rock-hard beneath you, straining uselessly against his sweats as your soaked core grinds down, again and again, onto his tense thigh.

“you wanna cum?” he asks as he licks the shell of your ear—shaky and wrecked. “t-then win… be my good gamer girl. beat the boss f'me, please...” he presses down harder, rubs the letters W-I-N in slow motion on your sensitive bundle. the pressure is maddening—never enough, always just shy of what you need—and it drags you into the haze of overstimulation.

the motion causes your character to stumble, again, and the screen flashes—again. 

gojo groans, high-pitched. “babyyy—c'mon, you can do better,” he pants, cock twitching. “th-that's a little pathetic, don't make me beg f'you to win…”

you try to grind against his hand, desperate and needy to soothe the ach between your legs. “p-please—satoruu, just let me,”

he chokes out a laugh—breathless and delirious—his grip on your nipple tightens, making you whimper. “s-sowwyyy,” he mumbles, but it sounds more like an apology from someone completely gone. “rules are—ah!—rules, i gotta stick to 'em, right?”

but you lose. again and again.

and by the fourth try, you're barely able to see straight. your legs are trembling, pussy drooling over his pants, leaving an enormous wet patch on his thigh.

he buries his face against your neck, glasses slipping sideways, voice a ragged mess of broken need. “we’ll keep playing,” he groans, like it physically pains him, “until my perfect gamer girl learns to beat the boss while g-getting ruined so bad she forgets her own name.” you moan uncontrollably at his words, tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

his nose nudges your temple, “you sound so pretty when you whine like that.” his voice is so soft. “you feel even better.” your grinding gets slower, deeper, and gojo's hands go from gripping your breasts to fumbling—desperately—with the waistband of your shorts. 

“he-he, wait—" his sentence breaks off in a cracked moan as his thumb drives back to your panties, finding your clit, drawing unfocused circles like he's forgotten what rhythm even is. his face is flushed, so desperate it's almost pitiful—fingers slipping and smearing your slick everywhere, breathing out broken pleas between every twitch. “y-you're so wet, i can't—fuck—i can't—t-this is so fucked up, i can't think—”

gojo groans through his teeth, his whole frame trembling. “fuuuuuck, y-you gotta stop, i'm-i’m…gonna…” he's desperately trying to keep it together but failing spectaculary. his cock jerking under you with every buck. “s-shouldn't feel this good—fucking h-hell, i'm gonna cum—gonna cum in m-my pants…OHSHITOHSHITFUCKSHITFUUUCK”

his whole body jerks, sudden and absolutely out of his control. an embarrassed moan bursts his lips as he ruts up against your ass—cumming hard, painting the inside of his sweats in sticky heat. his cock twitches helplessly, completely untouched. he whimpers your name into your shoulder like it's a confession. his glasses slip right off, forgotten, as his head lolls against you.

gojo still tries to move his fingers on your stimulated clit, as his mouth leaves open-mouthed kisses against your shoulder. he draggs his hand up back to your hardened tits—palming your breasts, rubbing, squeezing, thumbing your nipples with pure, overwhelmed need.

“we're not done,” he groans, like it's hurting him that you're not cumming. “you're dripping all o-over m'thigh, i c-came like a loser—please, win already, pretty.” he whines, “i-i'll help, i swear, just—fuck—win!”

his hand never stills. slippery fingers flick your clit in desperate, uneven motions, his other hand clutching your tits like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded. you’re drooling against his neck now, wrecked and teetering on the edge, and gojo’s crying out every time you shift your weight.

“win,” he sobs, high and broken. “win, baby, please—i’ll cum again too, I will, I’m so close again, y-you feel sogood—“

And the boss’s health bar drops. One last combo. You slam the button.

Victory!!!!

you’re shaking, grinding down with abandon, the game forgotten for just one second—because it’s too much. he’s still whispering praise like he’s praying, hips jerking like he might cum in any second just from the way you clench around nothing. you scream, messy and guttural, because you need it—need him—and it’s all spilling over.

“'t-toru, i win—please, w-wanna cum—please ‘toru—pleaseee,” tears streak down your cheeks as you sob into his neck, twitching with every stroke, every messy rub of his soaked fingers. “c-can’t—’toru, i can’t—too much, ‘s too much—“

he’s not stopping. he whimpers your name, glassy eyes locked on your face memorizing every broken cry that falls from your lips. “you won, y-you get to cum now—I have to make you cum—” he sounds just as wrecked as you, maybe worse. his fingers finally slip inside—two of them, thick and long—he curls them immediately, searching that spongy spot, desperate to please you.

your walls clamp around him so tight he nearly cums again. bullet of sweats are dropping down his neck as he wines, “y-you're squeezing me reallyy good—shit” his breath stutters against your neck, sobbing out broken, pathetic moans as his fingers drag over that spot again and again.

“Let go for me,” he begs. “Please, please, I need you to—need to feel you cum, please, baby—" you're a mess in his lap, crying and convulsing, thighs slick and shaking—his fingers keep pistoning you as he babbles some uncoherent praise and filth against your hot skin.

“g-gonna make you cum so hard,” he pants, sounding half-feral. “gonna feel you soak m-my fingers, fuck—wan’ it messy, baby, wan’ it loud—”

and when you do, when your body snaps and you wail into his shoulder, soaking his hand in a gush of warmth—he lets out the filthiest, most broken moan you’ve ever heard as he cums a second time.

 Unprompted. Pathetically. Just from feeling your cunt pulse around his fingers.

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matsukawa issei x f!reader x semi eita — 18+, band au, fooling around in a hot tub, dry humping, handjob, fingering, (continued from)

“what do you think of the new song?”

matsukawa’s voice is low and smooth, and you have to lean in just a bit to hear him over the steady gurgling of the hot tub jets. his dark waves are damp from the rising steam, and the golden glow of the string lights that dot semi’s backyard reflects in his eyes as he looks at you. 

before you can fumble for an answer, semi leans his chin on your shoulder and smirks, “oh, she’s a big fan.”

you elbow him underwater, which doesn’t do you much good, considering you’re sitting in his lap. 

mattsun catches the movement, watching the two of you with open curiosity. “are you dating?” he asks curiously. 

a huff of amusement leaves semi’s lips, because he’s your best friend. and the two of you have fooled around plenty. you’ll probably sleep in his bed tonight, after all.

but semi wants you to fuck matsukawa.

he likes when he’s hanging out with seijoh and texts you some covert picture of matsukawa leaning against a wall wearing sunglasses and all black from head to toe, a cigarette hanging between his lips. and all you can reply back with is a string of unintelligible letters.

semi likes when he’s fucking you, when he asks if you touched yourself looking at the picture that he sent you, when he tells you that you’re definitely matsukawa’s type and feels you gasp and clench down on him.

“no,” semi tells him plainly, nose brushing against your cheek. “but the answer to your next question would still be yes, even if we were.”

the corner of matsukawa’s mouth twitches, and he meets your gaze. because it’s your answer he needs. “would it?”

you smile at him then. “depends on what your next question was.”

matsukawa laughs.

you’re thankful the party’s long-since died down when you find yourself in matsukawa’s lap, his mouth on yours. semi’s pressed up against your back, fingers stroking your sensitive, pebbled nipples through your swimsuit top.

you gasp against mattsun’s lips when semi pinches down, hot water splashing out over the side of the hot tub as you arch your back at the sharp sensation. matsukawa hushes you with his mouth, tongue sliding along the seam of your lips to deepen the kiss. your whine reverberates in his throat when semi undoes the knot from your top and exposes your bare, wet tits to the cool night air, fingers quick to take the place of the dripping material. 

arousal and need pulse between your thighs as you feel the outline of matsukawa’s dick pressed up against you, already growing dizzy at the promise of its length.

semi’s hand comes up to caress your jaw, his mouth ghosting matsukawa’s as he leans in to kiss you. 

“she likes it like this,” semi tells him, his hands wrapping around your waist and guiding you back and forth in the cradle of mattsun’s lap.

part of you wants to make a joke about dry humping.

about how like is a mild way to put it. about how you and semi have come in your pants more times than you can count like this on the couch. when a lazy makeout session turns into needy grinding and taking off your clothes comes secondary to the sensation of your soaking wet underwear sliding against your puffy folds while you rock over the outline of his cock—

about how there’s absolutely nothing dry about this at all right now.

but you don’t get a chance to, not when every last word dies in your throat as matsukawa splays a large palm flat against the dip of your lower back and pulls you in just as he rocks his hips upward.

“oh,” you moan, pleasure dancing white-hot over your nerves as you feel every last inch of matsukawa’s dick while he drags your cunt along the length of it.

“i like this, too,” matsukawa tells you, thumb stroking your chin as his other hand slips down into your bathing suit bottoms, long fingers cupping your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. “but i have a better idea.”

water sloshes as he turns you around, hooking your legs around the outside of his thighs so you’re spread open wide and facing semi. 

semi wastes no time in leaning in, mouth closing over your tits before he begins to suck. his tongue is hot as it laves over your sensitive nipple, and you keen, fingers tangling in his hair. he moans when you tug on it, sucking harder, free hand grasping the erection tented heavily at the front of his swim shorts. matsukawa’s dick is thick and hard where it rests between your ass cheeks.

long digits slide over your hip and tug aside your swimsuit bottoms, just enough for a middle finger to sink into your tight hole knuckle-deep. matsukawa groans when he feels how wet you are, slick and dripping with sticky arousal even in the hot tub, cunt fluttering around his touch and not to subtly begging for more as you buck your hips into it.

a sound of amusement rumbles in his throat, and his lips brush against the shell of your ear. “how about this then?”

your fingers wrap around semi’s cock, and his forehead falls against yours as he pants into your mouth. matsukawa’s other hand strokes your sensitive nipples, thumb rolling around each of the peaked buds like he's stroking a pick over the strings of his guitar.

semi takes your bottom lip between his teeth as matsukawa’s tongue presses hotly into the tender spot behind your earlobe, as he adds a second finger and stuffs both into your aching hole to the last knuckle. 

“yes,” you tell him, voice breaking on a whine. 

a third finger slides in, this one belonging to semi, their hands joining as one while they pump in and out of your cunt. and there's something wholly filthy about this that leaves you drunk on the feeling, that has drool pooling in the back of your mouth and a heady, untamed feeling unravelling in your gut.

(that has you on the verge of begging for more.)

(and isn't that funny, how greedy you can be, even with the long, dexterous fingers of two handsome guitarists stuffed inside of you at once.)

“so pretty like this, baby,” semi murmurs against your mouth, rutting his cock into your tight fist. “so fucking pretty.”

matsukawa hums in agreement, nose brushing against your cheek. “he’s right.”

something in your chest dips and swoops, licking its way down each notch of your spine before settling hot and sticky in your belly. 

you’re wholly bucking into semi and mattsun’s thrusts now as they fuck their fingers into you, ass dragging repeatedly over mattsun’s cock while you continue to pump semi’s with just as much fervor. 

and when your orgasm hits you, it’s enough to punch the air out of your lungs, pleasure cresting over your limbs in dripping, hot waves between murmurs of “that’s it” and “so goddamn pretty” and “good girl" while you moan and shake and choke out a sob.

semi follows right after, sinking somewhere between your lap and mattsun’s once his spent dick goes limp.

and for all that you’re prepared to indulge yourself in the mouth-watering urge to suck matsukawa’s cock, he doesn’t seem the least bit sorry to have come from rutting against the globes of your ass.

"the song sounds great, by the way," you eventually say while you're catching your breath. "both of you together is like a dream."

semi snorts.

mattsun raises his eyebrows. "oh?"

you drag a hand over your face, somehow embarassed even now while matsukawa's gently massaging your slick, oversensitive folds with one finger and semi's kissing your shoulder.

"singing together."

"uh huh," semi replies.

"just singing?" mattsun asks, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.

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beach trip w brazilian shoyo!

smut

MDNI

you were looking for an open stall to change into your bathing suit. you didn’t think ahead like shoyo did and wear it as part of your outfit. all he had to do was take his shirt off and was ready to go! you had to change out of all your clothes though. after searching around the whole beach grounds for a suitable place to change, you finally just settled on changing in the car, with shoyo blocking the windows of course. he of course tried peeking just to mess with you but the windows tint was too dark. once you finished you opened the door and bumped him in the back with it. he jumped with surprise and then smiled once he realized it was just you.

“hi bab- oh!” he exclaimed. you giggled, “what sho?” he started blushing all the way up to his ear tips. “that’s a-uhm- revealing suit” you just chuckled and walked off down the sandy hills to the shore. he stared at your back trying to not let his eyes wander downwards. while he was stuck in his little own world, you had turned around about to speak to him until you realized he wasn’t right behind you. “sho! what are you doing silly?” “coming!” he grabbed all of your guys stuff from the trunk and ran down to meet you. once you found a nice spot to sit, you sat up the chairs and towels while shoyo set up the umbrella. you didn’t think there would be this many people on the beach considering it was a monday afternoon, which is why you wore said bikini, just to tease shoyo. although now you wanted to cover up due to other peeping eyes.

shoyo sat proudly knowing he had such a perfect girlfriend. he was not worried about anyone’s wandering eyes because he knew you were all his. you laid your towel on the hot sand and comfortably laid face down with your back to the sun to start a nice tan, blissfully unaware of the hardening erection in shoyo’s swim trunks. he couldn’t stop staring at your beautiful body, wanting to reach over and pull your cute little bikini bottoms to the side and devour you. it took all his strength not to palm himself through his shorts.

as the hours went by the sun slowly dipped behind the waterline and most of the passerby’s left for the day, leaving you and shoyo’s area almost completely empty save for the random people who occasionally passed by.

he tapped your back, softly waking you up. you grumbled something and blinked the sleep away until looking at his beautiful sun kissed face. “good morning” he chuckled at your confused face. “we’re still at the beach? oh gosh i’m probably burnt huh? you should’ve woke me up earlier” you moaned. “but you always look so peaceful when you sleep” you playfully side eye him catching a slight glimpse of his hard on, you try to pay it no mind but he notices it right away, the way your cheeks turn pink and you bashfully look away.

“see what you do to me, huh?” “sho!” you whisper shout, you hadn’t yet looked around to realize all the people had left. “whatttt” he drawled, “are you gonna fix my little problem?” you only blushed harder “we’re in public sho!” “nobody’s around it’ll be okay” you hesitated but slowly crawled your way into his lap sitting directly on erection. he let out a soft gasp at the friction it caused. “sho we shouldn’t do this here!” as he reached down to finally feel you, he could feel how wet you were already starting to get just at the idea of having sex somewhere anyone could see. “is that what you really think huh pretty girl?” he says as he draws a finger through your slit, catching some wetness and spreading it around your clit to tease you. the gasp you let out had you slightly arching your back into his skillfull hand.

he hadn’t played volleyball all this time just to not be able to use his hands of course!

“yeah arch your back just like that baby, show me how good i make you feel” he leans into kiss you, catching your moan in his mouth. once you got too eager to feel him inside you, you slid your bottoms to the side, feeble hands working his thick cock out of his shorts, pulling a moan from him. you didn’t even have the patience to tease him first, you instantly lined him up to your slobbering hole and sunk down, taking him inch by inch, causing both of you to moan in sync with one another.

as you bottomed out he slapped your ass making you squeal out his name. he grabbed under your thighs to make you start riding him which made you catch the message. “be quiet baby i hear someone up on the hill” and the thought of someone seeing you two doing such things in public made you clench around him “oh? is that what you want baby? someone to see you cream on my cock? yeah?” he smacked your ass again for not answering him “hngh- yes sho!!” he groaned in response.

as your bouncing got needier his groans got louder which further egged you on to milk him dry.

“sho you feel so good” he always loved praise and especially from you so hearing this made him involuntarily buck his hips up into you causing you to let out a pitiful little squeal. “fuckkk if you keep talking to me like that i’m not gonna last” he warned. “yeah? you like when i tell you how good you fuck me? how big you are inside me?” and he was a gone man.

with the next few thrusts he came inside you in messy white squirts, “fuck baby cum for me please….please” he threw his head back after feeling you follow him in release. both of you sat catching your breath. that’s when you remeber your surroundings, you frantically looked around hoping there wasn’t a kid watching or a old man, thankfully there wasn’t nobody left there.

you slid shoyo out of you, put your bottoms back on correctly and placed a peck on shoyo’s lips. “i love you” he whispers to you. all you could do was smile while you put his shorts back on him properly, since all he could do was stare at you dumbfounded.

he thanks whatever’s above for you everyday.

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— BEST FRIEND! SUNA

desc ;; your best friend helps you update your nudes. tws & tags ;; nsfw mdni. vaginal, oral (m & f receiving), overstimulation, squirting, filming, slight hair pulling, begging, objectification, breeding, praise + degradation. part one.

after the initial shock dies down, suna empathises with your frustration about being blocked by a guy you actually liked, and understands why that event has led you to want to update your gallery of nudes.

he explains that there are three types of photo that anyone will be receptive to. with these three pics, you'll be able to make any guy your bitch.

the three types of picture are as follows:

1. SQUIRTING PIC

his face drops, "uh," he splutters, not anticipating pushback, "girls can't squirt.. with vibrators." he blinks. the lies were somehow becoming less and less believable, despite how they weren't very convincing to begin with.

"that's a shame." you bow your head in attempt to suppress a chortle at his ridicoulous claim. finally, you decide to give him what he wants, "would you please tongue fuck me, then, rinny?" you bat your eyelashes at him.

"...sure."

"thank you." you smile up at him, innocently, and hum while motioning to his phone in his hand, "do you want me to take the picture since you'll be, uhm, busy?"

he shakes his head gently, and the words leave his mouth before his brain is able to fully process what's going on — he's still stuck on the part where you sent him your nudes. "it's fine. i'll just start videoing and put my phone.." he glances around his room, "here." as he hits the 'record' button and then props his phone up against the lamp on his bedside table. "then you can take screenshots from the part of the video you want."

you nod along with his explanation. however, the camera was behind suna currently, meaning that when he bends down between your legs, the back of his head would be blocking any parts of interest. thus, you inquire, "the thing is, when i finish, you'll be in the way. should we try a different position?"

"uh, i was just thinking you could just let me know when you're close and i'll move out the way." he offers up a simple solution.

"hm, alright." you shrug, twitching slightly as you watch suna get onto his knees near the edge of the bed. it was a sobering sight which made all this feel concerningly real. your best friend, who you've known since forever, was really about to eat you out. it all felt like some sort of hyper-realistic dream — if you thought about it too hard, you might wake up and this will all fade away, hence you refrained from doing so and wordlessly part your legs.

suna's hungry eyes lock onto your bare cunt; how soft your skin looks and the way your lips are already glistening with a thin layer of arousal. you're so perfect, it's like his whole life has been leading up to this moment; those other girls he's been with were just practise so he could fuck you right. his eyes fluttered close and his face drifted towards your pussy like a magnet to metal, until you interrupt:

"by the way, i've never squirted before — i don't even know if i can. so, erm, don't feel bad if i don't finish the way you expect. i can always just fake the pictures if i need to."

suna quirked an eyebrow, not daring to comment on your strange suggestion of falsifying a squirting pic. instead, he says monotonely, "you will. trust me, (y/n)." before you have time to respond, his lips are already connected to your cunt and sucking on sensitive clit, and thus an instinctive whine is forced from your open mouth.

it's easy to tell that he's done this before, and he's clearly a natural at it. one of his arms hook around your leg and presses it against his ear, while his other hand cups your pretty pussy; his thumb strokes at your folds, spreading them wide to allow his tongue access to the untouched parts of your sweet cunt. once he's done sloppily making out with your pussy, his tongue delves into your puckered hole, and his thumb trails upwards towards your clit, where he begins to rub and massage it while his tongue works your insides.

even then, his lips are still latched onto your skin and as his tongue is vigoursly pumping within your walls, slurping up your delicious juices from your entrance. your back arhces into his face, and your hands find their way into his already tousled hair. "hah- rinny, don't stop.." you were in love with the way he explored your insides, flicking at your walls trying to find that rough spot within you.

"mmh, won't." he murmurs against your pussy, the vibrations shooting electric sparks up your spine. he's lost himself in your addicting cunt; when his tongue isn't as far as he can reach in your hole, he's desperately lapping at your labia, greedily savouring your wetness.

"th— ank you, thank you!" you squeal, breath hitching as you can sense his tongue as finally located it — that gummy spot in your walls that makes your toes curl. and he takes full advantage of that once he realises. he'd roll his tongue upwards and aim straight for it whenever he'd dive back into your sopping hole, causing the coil in the pit of your stomach to tense whenever he does so. it wasn't easy to maneuver his tongue due to your unspeakable tightness, but his own saliva as lube made it easier.

"you taste.." he puctuates each word with a soft kiss on your clit, "s— so good." he melts into your pussy once more, sucking on and thrusting into your sore little hole. "mph, babe.."

"think— think 'm close.." with every lick and kiss he brings you closer to your climax.

"fuckin cum, then. n' make it loud." he mutters hoarsely, you can feel his words slither inside you. and soon enough, your coil snaps and your body stiffens in response to the wave of bliss that floods though you.

your first orgasm courtesy of your best friend was nothing short of perfect. due to your constricting pussy, he opts to use his thumb to stroke your clit in order to coax you through your full orgasm. also, so he could pull his face back from your cunt for just a moment and peer at your shivering frame and your bodily response during the high. and it was just as beautiful as he imagined: your back bowed into the perfect arch, as your glossy lips pull into a pout.

not to mention your addicting moans, "ahh— rin! i can't!" you squeak, limbs trembling. "fuck! fuck me— ngh!" it probably wasn't a good sign that you were already losing your mind. especially as, although you climaxed, you didn't squirt that time. and suna must've took that a sign to keep going. before you had even reovered from the first orgasmic haze, his mouth was already glued to your cunt again and was nibbling on your throbbing clit immediately.

you gasp in response to his unexpected movement, and you instinctively grip his hair as your eyes widen, "huh— what're you doing?"

"round two." he says casually. "gunna keep going until you squirt."

"but it's too much.." you blabber, chest rapidly rising and deflating as though you had just ran a marathon. the sheets strained in your fists, wrinkling with each open-mouthed kiss upon your raw cunt.

"that right?" he groaned, the vibrations causing you to gently jut your hips towards him, "sure you want me to stop?"

you're way too fucked out to respond, but the prolonged whine drawn from your throat at the way he idly laps at your pussy perhaps gives you away. "mph, no." you reply sheepishly, in a hushed tone.

"that's right, angel." he grumbles into you, your needy hole swallowing his words up as his hand strokes to the outside of your thigh, "it's just me. you know i want to make you feel good— and erm, help you take these pictures." he hastily corrects himself, then continues on with a gulp, hoping you're to lust-dazed to pick up on his freudian slip. "so are you going to let me help you?"

"yes, rinny." you sigh.

" 'yes, rinny' what?"

"please help me."

your desperate cries for release cause the corners of his lips to curl up into a devious smile. he then mumbles, while carefully caressing your ass, "that's my girl." he finishes with a prolonged and oddly inimate kiss upon your clit, before he swiftly pushes his tongue straight back into your prepped hole and re-establishes his previous rhythm.

the tip of his tongue scrapes against your sweet spot, as his lips drum a deep groan against your sopping pussy. there's an urgency to his pace that wasn't there before. he wasn't as steady; frequently losing his breath and having to ferociously yank his tongue out of your clingy hole and kiss down your slit as he tries to catch his breath. and as soon as he does, he wastes no time in plunging straight back into you.

despite how overstimulating it was, your hips work on their own as he grind down on his face, seeking the faint yet powerful sensation of his nose brushing your clit. his mouth worked feverishly against your cunt, and even as your climax toiled within your abdomen and you were inclined to jerk away from his merciless touch, his hand gripped onto your thigh to hold you firmly in place.

due to his fervent tongue action, and how sensitive you still were from your previous orgasm, it wasn't long before the swelling heat in your core was ready to boil over, pulsing with every devious strike his tongue lays into your hole. but this time it felt different to before, something was more powerful and fierce; like it was burning up the pit of your stomach, and your legs were already twitching trying to contain it. "stop, rinny, i—"

"shh, you're okay. let me take care of you." he rasps reassuringly against your cunt, though he's unsure if you can even hear him over your staggered squeaks. suna could tell you were close by the way your walls flutter around his tongue. he pulls out only so he can suck on your throbbing clit and sensitive folds.

this was all becoming so much, too fast. his tongue on your cunt, the harsh sunction on your clit, his rude grasp on your thighs — leaving you with no where to run to and no escape from the unending stimulation. you didn't know how to cope with it. "fuck, i can't. it's too much.."

"you can take it, angel. you're almost there." your thighs were pressed against his ears but he could feel your legs twitching and lashing out behind him. it was kinda cute that he was able to have this effect on you. since you were so close, he savoured every last drop of your juices, licking your cunt clean and delving into your creamy hole for more.

with the final stretch of your walls to accomodate for his tongue, something insides you snaps and a deep heat comes flooding out of your pussy. your back arches and a breathy shriek is forced from your gut; you're left with no choice but to submit to the all-encompassing, molten feeling. it's so overwhelming yet so relaxing, putting you at ease while causing your body to tense up and your walls to spasm around suna's tongue.

squirt gushes out of your hole, pouring down your legs and soaking your bedsheets. to that you can bring yourself to care, you hardly even notice. your entire body is frozen as you whien through gritted teeth, "ahh— suna, please!" you plead for mercy, as though rintaro could help you now — no , this was a struggle against your own body.

but suna was still nice enough to lead you through it, caress your thighs and kiss your folds even as your cunt was drenching his face and hair. "that's it, ride it out. i've got you, (y/n)." he coos, not usually so affectionate during sex but what can he say? you're his best friend and you're so special to him. "rinny's here." a smirk graces his lips upon referring to himself by that silly nickname.

"hah— suna.." you pant, eventually able to flatten your back against the bed. perhaps your orgasm had finished, but the remnants remains. your pussy was still drooling and your body felt worn, but in good way, like you had just hiked a mountain. not to mention the most glaring sign of your climax, your squirt that stained everything nearby — your cunt, your thighs, the bed, the floor and even your best friend.

"thank you.." you can't help but smile down at him; seeing him dishevelled and covered in your juices was oddly endearing.

"uhm.. it's fine." suna grumbled awkwardly, avoiding eye-contact and suddenly going shy.

"what's the matter?" you ask, concerned.

"i— uh, i forgot to move out of the way for the picture."

2. CREAMPIE PIC

okay, so squirting didn't exactly go as planned. however, hope was not lost. suna explained to you that another type of image that makes guys go absolutely feral for a woman is a creampie pic.

although, you were initially skeptical of the logic; if you were a guy, seeing the girl you're interested in stuffed with the cum of another man probably wouldn't do anything for you. but suna just cited natural biological instincts, and regardless of whose cum it is, it will always activate a man's primal instinct to reproduce with you. yup, it's true.

so, you didn't argue with him any further.

there you were, laid out nude on the bed as you let your best friend in the whole world pound into you. with your legs in the air, resting on his shoulders, suna stood at the edge of the bed and fucked into your pretty pussy relentlessly. his eyes were fixated on where your hips met, watching carefully as your greedy hole swallowed him up.

"so tight. can't believe you were hiding this pussy from me, baby." he slurs, idly toying with your pebbled nipple. though it wasn't an easy task as his cock pierced into you with such a force that your tits were bouncing dramatically with each thrust.

"n' you're so big.." you return the compliment, and despite how he was fucking your brains out, it wasn't too hard to muster up the words as his fat cock was about the only thing you could think about — the way his massive length was stretching out your insides, felt like he was leaving you with no room to breathe.

he huffs a chuckle at the sultry way in which you speak, you're clearly not all there, yet you're still making sense and saying exactly what he wants to hear. "should've dicked you down earlier, huh, babe?" he gradually slows down, easing in and out of you and allowing your cunt to savour every last inch of him. really show you what you've been missing.

"uhuh.. never been— ngh, been fucked like this before." you stutter, looking up at him with dewwy eyes. feigning innocence, when you both know pull well that you just want him to start rearranging your guts againt. still, he buys it. he's so enamoured by you regardless, and leans into press a firm kiss against your lips, then begins to scatter kisses along your jaw and down your neck. however, he holds your legs against his shoulders the entire time, even as he bends over, and essentially folds you in half while he sucks hickeys into your neck and teasingly drags his cock in and out of you.

"so flexible as well. perfect fucking angel." there's a certain agony in his voice that you can't quite decipher, partially due to his words being buried against the bruised skin of your neck, partially due to how absorbed you are in his cock delicately splitting you open. "should've blown your back out on halloween. in that slutty costume."

your costume was far from incdecent that night. it was normal, but funnily enough, you were probably the most conservatively dressed person at that party — still, it was the fact you were wearing it which made it slutty. you and your perfect, perky tits and round ass. and your dripping cunt that you photographed after suna walked you home, instead letting him take care of you. in retrospect, you were the most gorgeous person at the party and you were both tipsy enough to have made some bad decisions. so, why didn't he rip that slutty costume off you that night?

as he's reminiscing, without realising, his pace increases until he's practically ramming into you once again. not that you were opposed, in fact, this what you've been aching for. "yes, rinny! please, please, keep going." you beg, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, not only from the rough way his dick was piercing into your tight little cunt, but also from the strain at the back of your thighs from the way he has your legs dangling right by your ears.

"pretty girl.." he grumbles into your neck, marking you up while still slamming his hips against your repeatedly. he's so close; he can feel your heart beat against his chest, and more importantly, your erect nipples poking him through his shirt. "dick too big for you? too big for this tight hole?"

"uhuh." you drawl, losing yourself to the hedonistic haze until he snaps you out of your trance by gripping your cheeks in his hand. your eyes are forced open and you see his face hovering above yours.

"your gunna have to get used it then. your pussy's mine now." his heavy eyes drag lecherously down your exposed body, admiring how it jerks upwards with each rough thrust. "open." his grip tightens on your face.

you shyly part your lips, just enough for him slot two fingers right inside there, so deep it almost causes you to gag. your tongue swirls his digits momentarily before he yanks them out with a faint pop, then slips his wet fingers down between your thighs to pinch and rub at your swollen clit.

"such a good g— nghh." as he's trying to mock you, he has to choke back a whimper, due to your walls clamping down on his cock unexpectedly. it's only temporary, and he's freed in time to keep furiously pounding into you, but it does cause a lapse in his rhythm. he can tell you're close; your pussy speaks on your behalf. even then, your cock-drunk expression and trembling legs were a dead giveaway too.

"you almost there?" he heaves, nails sinking into your soft hips as he continues to brutishly drive into you. "cum for me, baby."

although his wispy voice hardly cracked above a whisper, in combination with his expert fingers abusing your little clit and his buldging tip hitting just the right spot inside you, he sends you hurtling over the edge. your toes curl and back arches off the mattres as your cunt squeezes around his length. "fuh— fuck, suna! right there, mph!"

staggered breaths pull from his chest and his eyes wring shut as your walls clamp down on him and milks him for all he's worth. hushed moans fall from his lips as he relishes in the best pussy he's ever had, before he fills you up entirely with his seed. the hot tension spreading throughout his body is the only thing keeping him upright, otherwise your tight grip on his length was enough to cause his knees to buckle under him.

his cum permeates through your insides, coating your walls and burrowing at your cervix. it was the most satisfying experience; like a comforting hug for your insides after they had been destroyed by suna's fat cock.

despite the fact he's too tired to move and relishing in the feeling of your stuffed cunt, he does the right thing by gently sliding out of you and grabbing his phone from the nightstand and flipping the camera on. after his length is removed, there's nothing left to plug your hole and hence his white seed is left to slowly drip out of you. pearling by your entrance, then seeping down across your ass and onto the bed.

he took two pictures: one with flash and the other without.

"thanks, rinny.." you drone, in a whiny high-pitched tone.

"it's fine." he states, enchanted by the way he's left his mark on you. his fingers move on their own to swipe some of his cum back into your cunt, shoving it right up there roughly, despite your weak protests, "i didn't know you were on birth control."

that single sentence was enough to whip you out of your fucked-out daze. you try not to make your anxiety too obvious, but you body may have betrayed you by freezing up, "uh, right.."

3. BLOWJOB PIC

of course, this one was the least surprising proposal.

although, you were perplexed by this for a similar reason to the creampie pic — why would a guy want to see you sucking another man's dick? — but suna once again reassured you that the sensuality of the image will distract from any possessiveness. and either way, if a guy does happen to start experiencing some stirring jealousy, that will only make him want you even more, so he can stake his claim over you.

that was logic you could follow. sorta.

when you initially got on your knees in front of suna, the plan was that you would lick him clean of the variety of fluids sticking to his shaft and he'd take a couple photos as you did so. which he did; as your tongue worked up and down his warm length, swallowing the salty juices as they gathered on your tongue, suna watched from behind his phone screen. the flash was on so every time he'd snap a picture, he'd get a clear vision of your cute face lapping at his cock.

there was a dull thumping in his chest. he couldn't believe this was actually happening, his sweet best friend whom he has shared so many memories with and whose always been a shining light of comfort and innocence in his life — now you were asking him to take nudes for you.

"i got the photo." he croaked, strangely implying you could stop, while his hands told a different story as they tangled into your roots.

with your eyes shut, your kiss up his length, paying particular attention to the thick vein decorating his shaft, which made him shudder. "mm, but i'm not done, suna."

"but i got your photo." he repeated.

you smile, huffing a laugh out of your nose while your lips were still pressed against his throbbing tip. the air tickled his sensitive length and he had to grit his teeth and ball his fists to suppress a moan. you don't make it any easier by looking up at him with your starry eyes and dulcet voice, "but i want to thank you for all your help."

he blinks down at you, speechless as he watches you tease his tip with the flat of your tongue.

you take his dumb-founded silence and sitffening grip on your head as permission to finally envelope his cock with your mouth. first, you part your lips and take in his leaky tip. it's hot with need, and you can tell by the spluttered moan you lure of suna, he's been aching for this. your mouth has to stretch uncomfortably wide to fit his girth, but you're willing to make sacrifices for your best friend in the world.

you follow up by sinking forward, allowing his dick to slide back in your mouth until it's brushing against your uvula. thankfully you're too distratced by his hand lovingly caressing your strained cheek to even think about gagging. you look up at him, mouth full, and he smirks. "you look perfect like this." his thumb grazes your cheekbone then he cups your chin, tempting you forward, closer to his base, "think you can take it all?"

without further instruction, you pull away from him then lean forward again, accepting his entire length into your mouth despite how your throat constricts around his tip. and you keep going on like this; eyes screwed shut as you frantically sucked his cock. there was an extreme urgency to your movements, as you learned that if you deep-throated him and retreated fast enough, your body wouldn't have time to react or gag.

you were fully consumed by him. your best friend's cum was swirling around in your womb, conjesting your pussy and pooling in your panties while his cock was continuously drilling into your mouth. even your nose kept pressing against his base so his deep musk was all you could inhale. plus, you had his hickeys and marks littering your neck and collarbone.

your brows furrowed together as you struggling to take him all, and he laughed shakily at the sight. "when did you get so good at sucking dick, hm?" there was a sliver of sarcasm in his tone, but you were far too preoccupied to notice or care.

your severe mouth-action was far too much for him to handle. perhaps he was finally getting a taste of his own medicine, but being thoroughly pleasured so soon after his previous orgasm has left him so painfully sensitive. the way your tongue licked the underside of his shaft as your lips dragged against him was too intoxicating and it made him light-headed. fortunately, there was a wall behind him to brace against when he was about to lose balance.

his erection was so stiff, your lips were quick to bruise from the rapid friction against it. he left a dull bitter flavour in your mouth that trickled down your throat which each harsh thrust — it was unpleastant yet you loved it. you begged for more with each impassioned movement.

"shit— you drive me fuckin' crazy, you know that." he wheezed with almost a chuckle. if his dick virtually twitching in your mouth didn't make it obvious enough that he was close, then his mindless garbling certainly must have. "sendin me all those slutty pictures. it's like you wanted this."

he narrows his eyes and squeezes your chin, causing you to falter, "gunna finish me off like a good whore?"

your eyes are watery and crystalline tears poke at your lashline. you answer his question with half of a solemn nod before continuing to bob your head back and forth on his cock, but this time with a fiery desperation he's yet to see from you. tears cascading down your cheeks as you deep-throated his pulsing cock over and over. while saliva clung to his length and stained your cheeks and chin.

soon enough, that determined expression was wiped clean off and replaced with a horrifically lewd one as he comes undone right into your mouth. "fuck, that's it, (y/n). that's right. such a good girl.."

your eyes roll back in your head at the hot instrusion sinking down your throat with a sting. still, suna's fingers were locked in your roots to keep you in place as he bucks into mouth slowly, "yeah.. perfect, baby. swallow it." he says gruffly. you did so, albeit it's not like you had much of a choice.

eventually, he slides his dick out of your mouth and you both watch as strings of saliva keep you linked. you smile, amused, but suna is hasty to sever the connection and stuff his cock back into his trousers.

you gaze at him silently, hands placed neatly on your lap. there's been a sudden shift in his demeanour; he's still panting, but he notices and quirks a brow at you, "what?" he asks, curtly.

"so, are you officially my bitch now?"

[favprettyvisitor]

𝑬 𝑼 𝑷 𝑯 𝑶 𝑹 𝑰 𝑨 .

CHARACTERS : Mikey. Sanzu. Kokonoi. Ran. Rindou. Kakucho. Akashi.

GENRE : Smut. Just pure FILTH.

WC : 3.8k+

TAGS/WARNINGS : Gangbang. Squirting. Dubcon(?). Fingering. Cunnilingus. Double Penetration. Degradation. Exhibitionism. Dacryphilia. Anal. Overstimulation. Blowjob. Vaginal Penetration. Lots of cum. Messy sex. Use of petnames like princess and baby. Reader calls Mikey daddy. Pussy slapping (like twice). Male masturbation. Mindbreak. Unprotected sex. Voyeurism. They be cumming inside. Tell me if I missed something lmfao.

SYNOPSIS : Next time, don't piss your boyfriend off in a room with his executives... Or maybe do.

NOTE : I'm gonna be honest with you I don't think Mikey would share his girl but I wanted a Bonten gangbang!!!!!!! So here you have it jdksgkshs also it's messy, it's a lot of sex, a lot of me throwing words around so CLOSE UR EYES at errors <3 This is really self indulgent I was just horny bro ALSO YALL FOLLOW ME?????? ☝🏼

Mikey hates the way you're looking at him from across the table, eyes watering as you desperately try to hide the pout on your lips—all swollen from the number of times you've had to bite it down to practice self-restraint.

"Anyone want some wine, yeah?" Sanzu scratches the back of his neck, tension hanging around the room as he looks back and forth on the table where Bonten is seated with you. His leader wouldn't stop giving him death glares, burning into the sides of his head every time it lands on him, and it's making him shudder.

Your boyfriend doesn't take his eyes off you, jaw clenching in annoyance at the way you've been acting the whole day. What pisses him off the most, though, is the way you decided to take the seat beside Sanzu instead of him—exchanging flirty conversations here and there almost as if he wasn't directly across from you.

Of all people, you decided to mess with him by getting flirty with his number two. The man closest and most loyal to him.

It makes him think, maybe he shouldn't have agreed to let you come to this meeting. But then, you so eagerly begged him for it, sucking him off just minutes before he got ready to leave for the hotel Bonten always holds their meetings in. Perhaps it's also his fault for being easily swayed by your dirty tactics.

That's what got you into this situation, thighs spread wide open below the table as he prevents you from closing them with his knee holding yours down on each side. The cold wind blows air to your bare cunt—panties long gone after he dragged you to the bathroom just a few minutes ago, ripping it off before sending you back without doing anything.

Your clit was swollen. All red and puffy from the occasional brush of his knees on the throbbing nub—pulling it back the moment you start to feel too good which leaves you a teary mess. You try to get to the edge of the seat as close as possible, getting your cunt closer to him but he pays you no mind. Simply clicking his tongue like he's disappointed in the behavior you're displaying.

He's impassive. Face devoid of any emotion save for the clench of his jaw. If you didn't know any better, you would think he's not bothered by any of this—that he's bored, even, at everything happening around him. But that's the thing, his men know him all too well. They know of the thing called the calm before the storm, one he would often display when he's about to order everyone in the opposing gang to be killed, one he uses when he himself picks up the gun he's about to slit someone's throat with.

"Let's have this in the living room," Sanzu announces with his return, bottle of wine clutched in his hand as he walks over to the next room. He whispers something to Kokonoi who walked beside him, taking an exasperated tone as the man just laughs at him teasingly, glancing behind the table and meeting Mikey's eye for a split second.

Just like that, the smirk was wiped off his face, tipping his head down as he curses a shit under his breath.

You stand up abruptly, wanting to leave the torturous position you're in as soon as possible—trailing just a few steps away from Sanzu and Koko.  Unbeknownst to you, your thighs are glistening with your wetness—skirt riding up just a little as you skip your way to the living room, giving the men a glimpse.

The men at the table looked at each other knowingly, their pants getting tighter as they catch the sight of your moistened cunt. They have to pretend like it wasn't a big deal. After all, what dumbass goes after the girl of their king? One look at Mikey and he already had a dark look on his face—eyes stern.

Deciding he's had enough, Bonten's leader stands up from the table with a loud noise, palms slamming on the wooden table as the others trail behind him. Pulling you by your wrist, he sits you on his lap beside Sanzu and Kakucho. Pulling your skirt up, he turns his body so you're facing the pair.

"M-mikey!" You gasp, fingers fidgeting as you try to peel his fingers away from the hold on your thighs.

"Hmm?" He asks almost too innocently at you, lips ghosting your jaw and neck, the feeling of his breath making you shiver "I thought you wanted to show everybody, baby?"

Sanzu contemplates for a second, eyes trying to avoid you as he clenches his fist open and close. Rindou whistling before pressing his tongue on the insides of his cheeks, fingers running through his hair in obvious restraint.

Mikey wraps one of the hands not holding your skirt up around your neck, fingers dancing along the skin of your throat as he mumbles next to your ear, so close that you can feel his teeth grazing your lobe. Tone mocking and mean, "Tell them to look, princess, show them that pretty pussy."

Almost immediately, you can see Sanzu eyes shamelessly looking down in your exposed cunt, little hole clenching around nothing as the thought of being completely naked in front of everyone both embarrasses and turns you on. He licks his lips before palming himself in his jeans, eyes blown in lust as the rest of the boys just stare—drawing a deep breath at the sight of the little show.

"C'mon, Sanzu." Mikey begins, palm laid flat on your thighs as he spreads you further apart, hooking an arm around your knees, making you arch into him. Tears sting the corner of your eyes, whines leaving your parted lips at the lack of contact on your cunt. His leader glares at him, eyes dark as he states an order, "Don't go shy on me now."

Bonten's number two draws closer, finger hovering on your cunt as you desperately try to push your hips up, desperate to meet him as quick as possible. With wobbling lips, you hold eye contact with Sanzu, irises begging him to just start touching you. Smiling wickedly at you, he starts to stick a finger near your slit, collecting the moisture and bringing it up to your clit in repeated motions before circling it. You cry out in relief, hips unconsciously rutting down his hands to make him move faster and harder.

His scarred lip stretches even more at the image of you closing your eyes in pleasure. The sounds leaving your lips almost animalistic when three fingers find their way inside you, scissoring and curling all around your gummy walls. Throwing your head back, you place sloppy kisses all over the jaw of your boyfriend behind you.

"Do you like that?" Mikey growls in your ear, hardening cock pressing on your ass. You nod at him mindlessly, your fingers reaching to wrap around Sanzu's wrist as you push him deeper in you. "My sweet, sweet girl." He kisses you on the lip, teeth tugging your lower ones before continuing. "Such a whiny little slut riding my men's fingers, yeah? You like seeing them go crazy for you, don't you?"

Opening your eyes, you look around the room, a gasp leaving your lips as you watch everyone with their cocks pulled out—fists tight and firm as they move it up and down their own length. No one's meeting your eyes, all of them fixated on the cream staining Sanzu's nails and fingers.

"Tell me what you want." Your boyfriend is stern, impatient as he asks you for what else you need. Getting you out of your skimpy top, your tits bounce at the sudden lack of restriction. Pushing your bra down, he pinches your nipples hard, making you cry out in protest.

"Baby, d-don't—"

"You don't get to refuse." He silences you with a tightening hand on your neck, the sudden cut of airflow making you clench impossibly tight around Sanzu, earning a string of curses to flow out of him—thumb circling your little clit. "Tell me what you want."

"Koko—fuck,"  you moan out, the coil in your stomach snapping as you cream all over Sanzu's finger, a trail of translucent white coating his fingers. He pulls away from you, stretching his fingers apart to see the strings connecting each of his digits. With eagerness, he puts them in his mouth, tongue lapping around it until it's all cleaned up.

Leaning in close to you, probably to connect your lips together, a shove at his chest sends him back.

"No kissing or I'll kill you." Mikey glares, his possessiveness making you even more aroused, aching center begging for more almost at the same time you hear Akashi's groan, seed spilling all over his stomach. Your boyfriend rests a hand on your stomach, rubbing gently with a kiss to your wet cheeks before shooing Sanzu out of the way.

Sanzu raises a hand up in defeat, backing down before resting back on the couch, both arms resting on the back of the couch. He fist bumps Kakucho beside him, the latter also panting as a result of coming down from his high.

On the other hand, you continue mumbling Koko to Mikey, making him slap your clit for begging another man's attention. "You want Kokonoi?" He deadpans, lifting you off his lap to settle you down on the couch. He reaches forward, hand signaling Koko to get closer to your frame.

Koko stands up, cock pink from how hard it is as it hangs above his zipper. Making his way over to you, you spread your legs further, arms flailing around as you reach out to him. He smiles at you with amusement, quickly positioning himself between your legs before darting his tongue out. Kitten licks barely doing enough to satiate your hunger for his tongue.

"Can I make her beg, leader?" Kokonoi asks in faux concern, laughing when you pout at him for dragging out your pleasure. He trails a finger all over your stomach, goosebumps rising in your skin with a hum of satisfaction.

"That's what good little sluts do." You feel Mikey nod from behind you, fingers caressing your cheeks with a dark look in his eyes. Looking up at him, he stares back at you with a raised brow. Thumb toying with your bottom lip, he puts it inside your mouth. Pressing your tongue down while he swirling it around the surface. The sounds you make started being slightly incoherent, Mikey smirking in satisfaction seeing you struggle around them.

Heat spreads through your cheeks, all flustered from the humiliation of being spread open for all the top men of Bonten to see—words nothing but a mess as you struggle to speak with Mikey's fingers inside your mouth. It doesn't help that your boyfriend is making you beg for it, forcing you to abandon the princess-y role of being highly regarded by the others as their king's girl. Mikey is both amused and pissed off, but he decides he wants to punish you for a little longer. Taking his fingers out a moment, he makes you beg all clear and loud.

"Please," you shakily begin, hiding your face in the crook of Mikey's neck to hide your face as you softly plead for action. "P-please eat me out, Koko."

The Haintani brothers watch in awe, Akashi already starting to pump his cock again at your sweetness. A good little girl who knows how to beg for her needs, a perfect little plaything. They all think you're just right to be their leader's girl—all pliant and submissive.

Koko didn't give you a time to react, diving straight to your clit as he presses the wet muscle flat on you, swirling around before licking a stripe from your slit up to the sensitive bundle of nerves—sucking with hunger and need. You thrash around him easily, hips lifting to ride his tongue while he hums against you, sending a wave of vibrations through your core.

"Nnghh—Koko! Harder, harder, please!" You sob out his name, fingers tugging on his hair. Kokonoi obliges, showing you no mercy. You're so sweet, so fucking good to him. His tongue pushes itself inside your hole, Koko moving it around as hard and as fast as he can. The slurping sounds he makes are humiliating, pants leaving your swollen lips never seem to stop. The juices gushing from your cunt stains his whole mouth, all the way to his cheeks and chin as he moves side to side, pressing kisses on your inner thigh every once in a while.

"Fuck, you're so fucking wet." He pulls back for air, eyes never leaving your pussy that never seems to stop lubricating and creaming. It's so flushed, swollen, and wet—his cock only getting harder and harder, making him reach down to pump it a few times.

Pairing his tongue with his fingers, your eyes started rolling to the back of your head. Shrieks leaving your mouth as your thighs shake around Koko's head. The clench of your hole on his fingers tells him you're close, his teeth lightly grazing your clit to add to the sensation, making you come undone with a loud moan.

Your wetness is staining the couch. The patch of wetness only growing as you continue cumming with his fingers inside you. Pressing one last kiss on your clit, Kokonoi stands up, proud as he looks at your flushed state by his leader's thighs—Mikey twisting your nipples and massaging your breast with both hands.

"Damn, that little hole won't stop gaping." Rindou comments on the other side of the room, more to his brother than anyone else. Ran, on the other hand, doesn't spare him a glance, teeth biting down his bottom lip hard with eyes on your hole.

Fuck, your cunt really won't stop clenching around air.

"Messy," He hears Mikey mumble. " 's so messy."

You look up to him in confusion when he disappears from behind you, leaving you alone on the couch with wide and teary eyes.

"Your pussy is so messy." He clarifies, clicking his tongue in distaste while keeping a monotonous tone. Looking back from his shoulder, he calls two individuals—making you perk up in anticipation as you wait for the next order. He whispers something to both of them, his back against you as you watch Ran's face stretching into a lazy grin.

Both of them walk over to you, Rindou leading as he grabs your jaw, whispering by your ear before licking it. "On all fours, princess."

You leaned to his touch, doe-eyed as you let him lift you up from the couch—positioning beneath you with hard cock resting on his stomach while the precum leaks all over the surface in a mess.

He rubs his tip all over you, precum sticking all over your pussy lips as he smears your wetness all over him. The tip keeps colliding with your clit, making you twitch as you lay your head on his chest. He lets you rest for a while before pushing you back up and shoving his cock in you, stretching your hole deliciously.

"Hmm, like that? Little hole finally have something to clench on, huh, princess?" He smirks at you, hips slamming upwards to meet yours in a bruising pace. You clamp down on him like you never want to let him go, fingers twisting around your nipples while you try to keep it from bouncing.

Your thighs were already trembling, waves of pleasure shooting all over your body as Rindou hits all the right places in you—a translucent ring of white circling the base of his cock every time he pulls back. Eyes closed, you feel all of Rindou, every hard vein rubbing against your gummy walls making you cream all over him even more—when all of a sudden you were pushed down to his chest.

Opening your lids, you barely have the time to process everything as you feel another hard tip lining itself on your other hole. Whipping your head to the side, you see the older of the Haitani brothers spitting in his hand—giving his fat cock some lubrication before catching your eye.

"D-don't, please." Your eyes fill with tears, head shaking slightly in protest as you look at Ran's cock—so big, so fat. You can almost feel it stretching you out and breaking you apart.

Glancing over to Mikey, he returns it with a raised brow. "Don't wanna get your ass fucked, baby?"

Sobbing at the sight of his disappointment, you can't help but agree, spreading your thighs wider as Rindou continues his assault on your pussy without pause. Mikey offers you a little smile, nodding over to Ran who then holds you by the hips.

"Nnghh—fuck, Ran, can't—can't fit." You wail out, the tip of his cock entering you already making you feel too full.

Ran ignores you, forcing his cock inside you with a painful stretch. He's so fat. Every vein drags in your walls, creating a delicious friction that has both your holes convulsing around them.

"Shit!" Rindou gasps, face twisting in pleasure. "Your cunt's so fucking tight."

The feeling of fullness, paired with Rindou's praises and Ran's hammering on your ass overwhelms your body with pleasure—feeling lightheaded as you recognize a familiar feeling. Suddenly stricken with panic, you claw at Rindou with wide eyes.

" 'm gonna make a mess." You drag out your words, moans never seeming to stop leaving your mouth even as you worry for their reaction. "P-pull out—nnghh, gonna make a mess, Rin!"

Hearing your words, Ran immediately wrapped a hand around your throat, pushing you back to his chest so you're arching against him and his lips are closer to your neck.

"You gonna squirt on us?" He growls in your ear, hips snapping impossibly faster than before as he tries to get you closer and closer to the edge. "C'mon, princess—shit, go ahead make a mess. All over us, yeah? Let go, pretty."

With the encouragement and their rhythmical movements against both of your holes, you were left with no choice but to scream out, chants of how you're cumming flowing out of you mindlessly. Your juices splash all over all three of you, Ran flicking your clit so he can make you create an even bigger mess—squirting all over the place.

Strings of curses flow around the room and when your eyes pan over to your boyfriend, trying to see the expression he has on his face, you were even more aroused at the image of him leaning against a swivel chair—cock pulled out as he starts to masturbate at the sight of you taking two cocks.

You're lightheaded, eyes closing as you become nothing but a blubbering mess—stuttering words about how good you feel and how full your insides are. Drool pools in your mouth, running along your chin before you feel a tip collecting it from the trail. With hazy eyes, you look up to see Kaku tapping his cock on your lip, urging you to open up so he can slot himself inside your mouth.

"That's it," He breathes a deep sigh of satisfaction, fingers brushing through your hair as he pushes into your mouth. "That's a good girl. Pretty lips all around me."

You swirl your tongue against his head and before you knew it, even Akashi is joining in, forming your fingers into a fist around his equally hard member. With hollow cheeks, you suck Kaku even harder, the moans coming out of you from Ran and Rindou still pounding into you sending vibrations all over him—grip on your hair getting tighter, making you gasp in surprise.

"Fuck," you hear Akashi mumble on your side. "Such a good little cocksleeve, yeah?"

There's barely any awareness in the things you're doing, mind hazy as you keep cumming and cumming—overstimulation making your legs shake but Ran holds your waist through it all. Everyone came around the same time, warmth seeping inside you and all the way down to your thighs as their dicks slowly grow limp.

When you find your voice, it's raw and hoarse, eyes looking for your boyfriend before breaking out in a sob. He smiles at you from across the room, wrapping your wet and sticky body in his arms. "C-can't anymore, Daddy."

"Shh, don't cry, princess." He calms you down, pulling you away from everyone so he can sit you down in his lap.

Caressing your tear-stained face, he looks over your shoulder. "Get out." He's firm and stern, eyes sending daggers at his executives—probably to send a message like they're dead if they don't hurry away this instant. The boys wipe themselves hurriedly, bowing to their boss before closing the door with a click.

"Mikey," your voice is soft, breaking at the end with how tired you are and it makes Mikey's chest swell.

"Hmm?"

"Want you inside me, Daddy, please?"

Your request astonished him, raising a brow at you when you start slowly grinding against his cock—still out of his pants. "You got room for one more, yeah?"

At your nod, Mikey wastes no time pushing into you, his length filling you up more deliciously than any of the others do. He's agonizingly slow with you, dragging his cock in your gummy walls like he's trying to push something in yet it's hitting all the right parts in you just the same. "Don't wanna waste the cum they put in that pretty cunt."

He knows your body too well. Every single nook and crevice something he knows like the back of his hand. A few strokes in you and you're already cumming all over him again, creaming and dripping all over his thighs—mixing with the cum the Haitani brothers were so kind to give you.

"Fuck, already?" Mikey groans in your ear, planting his feet in the ground so he can pick up his pace thrusting into you. Convulsing around his cock, you hug his neck tighter, clenching him like you're about to suck him dry.

" 's good, so so good, Daddy."

"Yeah, yeah, princess, I—fucking hell, baby stop clenching me too tight. Can't," a moan by your ear, teeth gritted as he tries to form words. "Can't move baby, relax."

That's the problem. You can't—pussy gripping him cause you never want to let him go, never want to feel the emptiness once he's gone out of you. With one final thrust, Mikey spills inside you, his lips catching yours in a passionate kiss—hard and needy like he can't get enough of you.

"It's my pussy, yeah?" He whispers in your lips, catching it in a quick kiss again before continuing. "No one can make you feel better but me, right, baby?"

You hum in affirmation, smile tracing your lips as you mumble an I love you which he tenderly returned. Finally leaning on his chest, your eyes slowly flutter close in fatigue, kiss planting on the top of your head as you answer him.

"All yours, Mikey."

[favprettyvisitor]

・❥・+18 (not sfw, mdni); Osamu x f!reader; i was overcome by yearning (what else) and sex in plastic chairs by the beach (it's the season)

the sea is a lot louder at night, or maybe it’s just your heart rustling in the presence of osamu. two plastic chairs by the shore, your thighs perched up on his lap, a cigarette and a cold can of coke passed back and forth between you. somewhere in the distance you can hear your friends’ voices from the beach house, but they’re drowned out by the sound of the waves and carried away by the gentle breeze. by now the back of your thighs are probably imprinted from the cheap chairs, but neither of you is in a hurry to head inside. 

there’s a certain magic in the air that only happens around this hour of the day, sitting in monobloc chairs by the seaside. whether you’re lingering in silence or letting the long unspoken words fall from your lips, it’ll always translate into a language only lovers know. 

illuminated by nothing but the moonlight and the cherry red tip of the cigarette, osamu steals glances at you, his large hands absentmindedly drawing patterns against your damp thighs, hot against your cool skin. there’s nothing but unadulterated adoration in his stormy eyes. he’s wearing a pair of speedos you found in the closet of sakusa’s grandfather–owner of the beach house and apparently advocate of men dressing a little slutty for the beach–because osamu forgot to pack his swim trunks. and the worst part? he looks fucking good in them.

“what?” you ask with a quiet laugh, rolling the cigarette between your fingers while pressing the cold can between the valley of your chest to cool yourself down before you empty it in one go and put it aside. silence stretches between you until you nudge osamu with your foot. one of his hands wraps around your ankles (with ease, much to your delight), putting a halt to your mischief. he gives you this boyish grin that’s reserved for you only and reaches out to pull your plastic chair a tad closer to his in the sand. 

“nothing,” osamu shrugs nonchalantly, his free hand trailing up your thigh until his fingertips dance against the hem of your still wet bikini bottom. he wraps the strings tying them together around his fingers, giving them a small playful tug–not enough to make them come off, but clear with his intentions. “just thinking.”

“thinking what?” you press on with a subtle yet smug smile, squirming a little when his grip around your ankles tightens, a small squeeze and a silent warning. don’t be a brat. his calloused fingers brush against yours when you hold out the cigarette for him to take, and his touch lingers long after he brings it to his lips, taking a long drag. his eyes never leave you and neither does his heart. 

“thinking how badly i want to make you mine,” osamu murmurs eventually, the half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips. he releases your ankles and reaches for your thighs instead, hoisting you up with ease and lifting you on his lap, making you straddle him. the thin nylon of osamu’s speedos is doing nothing to conceal how much he aches for you, and he knows it’s not just saltwater that’s making your bikini bottoms soaked.

you pluck the cigarette from his lips, one hand tangling in his hair and pulling him closer to you with a small tug. osamu is on you within a heartbeat, kissing down a trail from your neck to your collarbone. his hands slip underneath your bikini top, thumbs drawing lavish circles around your nipples till they harden, making you mewl. osamu’s breath is hot against your skin, tongue lapping at you with hunger; he’s famished for your love and attention. 

“mine to please,” he mutters between kisses, leaving love bites on every inch of you within reach. his tongue darts out and licks up the salt off your skin, circling around your buds and gently biting down on them until you give his hair another soft tug in fair warning. he laughs under his breath, eyes darting up at you again, watching you take a long drag of the cigarette with your head tilted back before you lean in towards him again, a hungry gleam in your half-closed eyes.

“mine to adore,” he adds quietly, parting his lips so you can blow the smoke directly into his mouth. his hands wander lower, pulling your bikini panties aside and giving you just the tip of his still clothed cock, making you huff in protest. he laughs again at your impatience, feeling how you arch against him, all needy and starved for him. you’re insatiable and so is he ever since he got a taste of you.

“mine to devour.” osamu lets you free his aching cock with nimble fingers, his hands gripping the plastic of the armrest so hard that his knuckles whiten when you sink down on him in one fluid motion. you twitch heavenly around him when he bottoms out inside of you. both of you throb in unison when you ride him, unfazed by your surroundings and just taking what you crave, putting the cheap plastic chair to a test of endurance. the waves drown out your heavy panting and moaning, his name falling off your lips like a prayer, drowned in love.

all his, forever his, written in the stars and foretold by the sea.

a/n: i was thinking about monobloc chairs again and thought of osamu and suddenly this was almost 1k words long idk why this keeps happening (i just really love osamu did you know i really love osamu)

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can’t stop thinking about kita teaching atsumu how to make you squirt in the most calm, almost clinical manner.

kita’s two fingers deep, thumb stroking your clit, his other hand pressed flat atop your abdomen to still your bucking hips while he slowly works you open. he’s doing half the work atsumu usually puts in to try and make it happen, and yet you’re gasping and whining kita’s name like you’ve never been fingered in your life.

atsumu’s dick is so hard he thinks it might fall off, and kita’s explaining the angle of his curled fingers like a fucking geometry professor.

and when a clear gush of liquid squirts out of you so hard that the spray hits atsumu, too, the corner of kita’s lips tips upward before he spreads your thighs and replaces his fingers with his mouth.

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bokuto x f!reader. jerk off instructions.

it starts with bokuto thinking it's way too easy, as his tongue darts out to wet his lips, an intense fire sparking in his eyes, and his laughter is bright, slightly breathless, but praise is his favourite thing in the world, and it's written all over his face, "watch me nail this."

except his breath is catching in sharp, surprised huffs, and his eyes light up like you've handed him a prize, beaming, cheeks flushed with a rosy glow when your hand dictates how slow you want him to stroke himself, cock slick and warm. there's an almost quiet slap of skin on skin, punctuated by his shallow and uneven breaths.

"mhm, you're doing so well, kou."

"you really mean it? i'm killin' it?" his voice cracks and there's a desperate kind of hope swimming within his words.

"extremely, baby."

his fingers tremble, knuckles whitening as they grip tighter around his swollen cock, and a blush made up of his pride and his pleasure spreads over his skin, deepening in colour.

"i'm too good at this. you're making me feel all— ngh, funny," his words are half-laughed, half-whined, breath hitching like he's trying to hold back a moan.

a smile's on your mouth, a teasing lilt to your tone, "funny how? tell me."

his teeth dig into his lip, and his hand moves so fast, slap, slap, slap against his skin as his hips rise to fuck up; his baritone trying to sound tough, but there's a falter.

"like...like i wanna finish but i also don't wanna mess this up." he groans low and soft, a helpless sound that vibrates in his throat, and his hips shift involuntarily again, the slick sounds louder now, mingling with his ragged breath.

"come on, kou, eyes on me," you remind him, "look at me when you feel that rush. tell me what you're feeling."

he swallows hard, his eyes wild as they darted all over your body, trying to drink every little detail about you, like he's trying to soak in as much as he can, trying to commit you to memory so he can conjure it up when he cums, trying to spur himself on further.

his hand suddenly jerks harder, too fast, the rhythm frantic, desperate, the smack of skin on skin loud and sharp.

oh no, he won't.

your hand comes up to grip his hair, pulling his head up, the white strands damp between your fingers and like a leash, your other hand gripping his hand around his cock, "kou. kou, slow down. slow, slow, yeah, okay, good baby, look at me. why are you speeding up?"

his thighs were heated underneath your touch, and his dick is leaking, the droplets so warm against your skin. "'cause i want to finish. i want to show you i can do it right, because i can. you know i can, right?"

"i know, baby," you coo, grip loosening so you can brush back his hair, "but you feel this? that's exactly where i want you, right on the edge, slow like that, not over, okay? can you hold that?"

his fingers twitch, broad chest heaving as he nods, dumbly, nods and nods, "i'm trying. i'm doing a good job, though, right? right?"

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LOVE KEI SO MUCH UGHHHHH

hot take alert: tsukishima kei prefers to praise over degrade BUT he is so sarcastic that it feels like degradation

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// tw ;; vaginal, impact play, praise/degradation, breeding mentions & rough sex

"that's right." he hums, while drilling into your aching pussy from behind, with his hand settled upon the apex of your back to keep you in place, "such a good fucking girl f' me." he slurs, adjusting his glasses which were rattling on his face with every harsh thrust, before returning his fingers to their rightful position — circling your clit at an agonising pace.

"k— kei!" you squeal. the side of your face was smushed against the pillow, and tears were clouding your vision from the way he was brutally pounding into you. still, out of the corner of your eye, you're able to catch a glimpse of the shit-eating grin plastered on his face. you were unsure what amused so greatly: maybe it was the fact his praise was thinly-veiled mockery, or maybe he just relished in knowing how well he was fucking your brains out — as you weren't especially good at hiding it.

you were laid out before him, feebly clutching at the sheets for an inkling of solace as his cock slammed into you at a dizzying rate. strings of profanities and pornographic moans fell from your lips, while your walls were already fluttering around his cock like you were gunna climax. not to mention your trembling legs.

"aw, is my princess close already? i barely started. you must love this too much." he huffed out a chuckle, hips unrelenting even as he spoke scornfully. "it's okay. some girls can't handle big dick." he caresses your back, his tender touch in stark contrast to his contemptuous tone. " its nothing to be embarrassed about. you're good for other things, sweetie." his voice dripped with honey and caramel; it was almost convincing.

"ngh— no." you lied through your gritted teeth, denying that you're ready to orgasm.

for that you received a fierce smack on the ass, followed by tsukishima squeezing the flesh in his hand, "then why's your pussy gripping me like a fucking vice?" he rasps through a clenched jaw, irritation clear in his tone as he struggles to maintain speed when your walls are clamping down on him.

"that's jus— ah!" you whimper as he lands another harsh smack on your ass, but this one is enough to send you hurtling over the edge. your toes curled and your entire body shuddered as you submit to the intense climax that overcomes you.

"aw, look at that. so pretty, even when you finish." tsukishima teases, massaging your waist and continuing to fuck you through your high, despite how your twitching cunt made it impossible for him to suppress his own orgasm. "must be enjoying yourself, huh?" he comments, directed to how your hips rock back aimlessly against his cock.

"mmph.." is all you're able to groan, fully relaxing onto the bed, entirely worn out from your ride.

"awh, sweetie, you're saying that you're going to lay there and let me use you until i cum?" he jokingly interprets your muffled grumble as something you certainly did not say, but it doesn't feel like a joke when his hips start speeding up and resuming his ferocious thrusting.

"and you're saying you want me to cum inside that pretty hole and fill you up?" he taunts, still stroking your waist in his big hands as he plows into your glistening cunt, "well, aren't you just my perfect angel."

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the only drawback to making kento a father is the lack of 'alone time' you now get.

he was made to be a dad, there’s no doubt about it. he’s the perfect contender, stern but patient and understanding and so infatuated with fatherhood that you almost don’t mind the nightly interruptions.

almost. the sound of little padding footsteps leading up to your closed bedroom door gives you a trauma response now. how your husband can hold himself above you, inches away from dipping inside your sweet center, and still remain kind-eyed and cheery when your daughter starts banging on the shut door to be let in is beyond you.

he's a good man. you hate him for it.

maybe you just need sex. you've been deprived of your husband's body for so long that you're going stir crazy, in a sense. he did marry you with a vow of servitude, after all.

thank god for takuma and his wide eyes. he looks like a deer in headlights as he stands at your front door, a huge bag of toys and snacks and just-in-case diapers in one hand and your daughters tiny hand wrapped around two fingers of his other hand. she beams up at uncle ino, ready to spend a night away from home (and get unreasonably spoilt in the process).

"no snacks after her teeth are brushed. and she's developed a penchant for climbing—don't let her do that. and if she comes home with even a mark, ino, i will be breaking each and every last one of your bones, starting with the toes and moving upwards until i reach your—"

"i think he gets the point, love," you place a gentle hand on your husbands tense bicep. "please stop threatening to snap takuma's bones."

ino, who is probably going over his last will and testament in his head, forces a grin. "loud and clear, she's safe with me."

"mhm," your husband can only eye him for so long before your daughter is tugging uncle ino away and leaving the two of you in the foyer.

finally alone. just you, your husband, and his teething paranoia. he's darting to the front window and peeking through it like a yappy dog would as their owner leaves. it’s cute. you feel bad for the future-teenage version of your daughter, who will have to deal with a man like kento nanami as her father. but now she’s just a baby and in the safe (albeit shaky) care of uncle ino, and you are vying for an orgasm or six.

“ken, honey."

his eyes are stuck outside.

"kento."

still stuck. you never thought the other woman would be sporting butterfly clips and drool as a statement piece.

"oh my fucking god kento nanami if you do not fuck me right now i will take that little sword of yours and stick it so far up your— oh hi."

he's standing in front of you before you know it, with your face held firmly in his hands and an awfully stern look on his face.

"my love," he drags his thumb from your cheek, down to your bottom lip. "first of all, i have every intention of ravaging you until you're so full of me that you don't have the mind to beg for more. and second, it's more of a cleaver than a sword."

"okay nerd," you pull your man into a deep kiss, one much more intimate than you've been allowing yourself of late. kento takes the lead easily, slipping his tongue past your lips in a way he'd never dare to do over the breakfast table.

before you can register your movements, the two of you are stumbling like drunk teens up to your bedroom, a garment of clothing lost with each step to the door. you loosen your husbands tie and drop it to the ground, and he manages to unclasp your bra just as his back hits the bed and you're falling on top of him in a mess of gross kisses and shared laughter.

it's sweet, until kento tires of the homely teasing and flips you over to press his heavy body (and even heavier cock, it seems) against yourself. your legs part naturally, as they will ever do for the man you love, and kento trails kiss after kiss from your neck all the way down to the dripping mess of your cunt.

when he latches his lips to your clit you gasp and shoot your hand down to his hair. he loves it being pulled, admitted to you after a drink too many that he finds in degrading in a way that is only pleasurable coming from you: he's sensitive to that sort of stuff, so you tug lightly at his blond locks until your fingers snag against something hard.

"what's in your hair?" you manage between moans as ken savours his most favourite meal.

he pulls away for a second, resting his cheek against your parted (and already shaky) thigh as you comb through his hair with your fingers once more and pullout not one, but two hot pink butterfly clips that you were looking for only this morning.

"oh," your husband smiles when he sees them. "i got a princess makeover last night. i stopped her before she could go looking for makeup but she did manage to find those."

"they suit you," you smile, and clip them back into his hair. it look silly, but it keeps his hair from sticking to his forehead in the heat of things, so you look past the glitter. "you're a good dad, you know?"

kento presses a kiss to your clit, which has your breath hitch in your throat, before rising up to climb over you once again. his cock is heavy and pulsing with heat as it rests against you, but ken denies himself for a moment in favour of pressing a very sweet kiss to your lips. you can taste yourself on his smile.

"thank you for making me a dad," he kisses your cheek next, and then your forehead. "and thank you for everything else you have given me in our marriage."

"all those orgasms..." you muse, which earns you a small laugh from your lover.

"oh indeed," he reaches down and lines himself up with you. "you always know just how to set the mood. very sentimental, you are."

"it's what you married me for," you lift your hips a little to help your husband in. "isn't it? you just love the way i—oh god, ken."

he pushes into you niiice and slow, feeling the way you stretch around him. it's been a while, so the usual ache of accommodating his unfair size is more of a burn this time through, but kento's lips against your neck are a nice distraction. he's slow and sweet and so in love with you that you can feel it in the way he fills you up. or maybe you're just delusional from the dick.

"love the way you feel," he finishes your sentence. drawing his hips back only a little to get you used to his movements, he presses his next kiss to your shoulder. "love the way you look."

"you don't need to flatter me. you're already inside of me."

kento bites the skin of your shoulder and picks up the pace to really start fucking you. "love the way you can take a compliment without being a smartass about it."

"god, kento," you can only manage a few words before he's adjusting his thrusts to brush against your g spot with each movement in and out. "it's so much."

"i love how well you take me," he goes on. "i love your heart. and i love your body. and i love your idiotic jokes. and i love how you smell."

"ken..."

"and i love—" kento runs a hand down your left arm to take your hand in his, bringing your knuckles up to his lips before pressing a long kiss to your wedding band "—how i'm all yours."

not his, yours. he's made it very clear since your first date (which was more of a study-situation than anything, that he is all yours. your property. your lover. your shoulder to cry on and your life partner and the man who would burn down cities for you and your kid.

and the only man who could fill you this deep and still be romantic about it. he fucks you like that until your legs are locked around his waist and you're begging him to fill you up with his load.

and of course he obliges, because anything you ask for he will give you enthusiastically. he rubs your clit until you're blanking on your own name and cumming in beautiful synchronisation with him. kento spills deep inside of you with a breathy groan and even then still manages to fuck you through your orgasm until he's softening inside of you and you're trying ultra hard not to cry from the overwhelming love (and pleasure) you're feeling.

and as he holds himself over you, smiling down at you like he didn't just possibly breed you out again, all you can do is look up at him with teary eyes and laugh at the ridiculous pink butterfly clips on his head.

"you're so pretty," you giggle, reaching up between your sweaty bodies to tap on the clips. "my manly husband."

"god," he groans, dropping his head down to your chest. you laugh some more, now with an even better view of his accessories, until he steals your laughter altogether with a sharp bite to your nipple.

"ow, fuck! that is not how a princess behaves."

"you are going to be the death of me."

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Bouncing on Toji’s cock even while he’s overstimulated <3 ddlg reader

His head’s tilted back, hairline freshly damp with sweat, his chest heaving with every deep breath as he grips the arms of the chair hard enough to splinter the wood. He already came. Gosh, he already came—stuffed you so full the first time you felt it spill out before you even stopped grinding.

And yet, here you are. Still bouncing on his poor cock. All messy and filthy and giggling softly with your hands braced on his broad shoulders, your thighs trembling but still determined as you use his cock like your own little toy because fuck it feels so good stuffing you up.

“Darling” he groans, voice hoarse and edged with warning. His fingers twitch, aching to hold your hips still, but he doesn't—he can’t.

Not when his sweet girl is looking down at him all bright-eyed and pouty like that, acting like it's his fault for being so big, so deep, such a perfect fit for your cunt that he carved out perfectly after months and months of sex—just for him. His plump tip is twitching and leaky as it punches your g-spot over and over.

“You said you were done,” you murmur through a sugary whine, lips brushing the corner of his jaw as you bounce again—a little slower this time like you're savoring it. “So why's your cock still hard, huh?”

He swears under his breath, eyes fluttering shut as his hips jerk up without his permission. “You don't know what you're doing” he rasps, his jaw tight as he looks at you with half-lidded eyes. “I'm too fucking old for this shit—‘m sensitive, baby, fuck—“

But your little giggle is wicked now, dragging your fingers down his big sweaty, chest, tracing the muscles that flex under your touch like you're testing just how far you can push him. “Then why does it keep twitching inside my cunnie?” you whisper sweetly. “Feels like it wants to cum again”.

Toji growls, real deep in his throat, bucking up into you with a desperate snap of his hips that makes you gasp. You weren't ready for that one—not so deep, not so mean—it caught you off guard. You stutter a breath, hands scrambling for his chest again as he grabs your hips hard, holding you still forcefully.

“You're gonna fucking break me,” he mutters through clenched teeth, watching the way your pretty mouth falls open, eyes wide as he holds you there, impaled on his fat throbbing cock, stuffed full of the last load still leaking around the base.

You roll your hips in tight circles, whining pathetically. “Daddy…it's leaking out”

“Yeah? That what you wanted?” he pants, fucking up into you deep and slow— dragging his cock against the swollen mess inside your cunt, making sure to stuff his cock all the way to the hilt so your pube hairs grind against each other’s “Greedy fucking baby, so full and still not satisfied”.

Your legs are shaking, and your voice cracks when you try to sass him back, but it's nothing but a breathy moan. “Wanna... wanna feel you again,” you whisper. “Need it, daddy—need you to fill me again, even if it hurts!”

He snarls something feral under his breath, hands gripping your thighs to bounce you harder now with his sheer strength, ignoring his own overstimulation just to ruin you. “Fuckfuckfuuuck, You're gonna be the death—hah!—of me, kiddo,” he moans. “But if you want it so bad—fine. I'll fucking give it to you”.

And he does.

Even if his legs are cramping and he's seeing stars from how sensitive he is. Even if he cums again with a strangled grunt, filling you a second time while your nails rake down his chest and you sob into his neck, overwhelmed and stuffed to the brim.

Because you wanted it.

And he always gives his baby what she wants.