#‘longer’ is still like chin length tbf

[zeltqz]

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. reader just wants to be a good girl for sanzu and hanma

wc. 2.6k

tags. filthy threesome, sanzu has a spit kink, hanma and sanzu are assholes, degrading, multiple creampies, reader gets overstimulated, no after care, orgasm denial, oral (m) receiving, reader gets spit roasted, hanma records reader as they’re fucking, porn without plot, probably the filthiest thing I ever wrote tbf

“Shuji.”

“Yeah?” he purrs, spanking you. You yelp, whimpering at the harsh sting of his palm rubbing over the bruising flesh. When the tip of his cock brushes against your pussy, you grip the bedsheets in your fists. “You’re so wet, holyshit,” he says lowly, voice laced with amusement as he eyes between your legs, at your glistening pussy.

Another whimper leaves you when the fat head of his tip leaves your pussy and quickly is replaced with a long, slender finger, spreading your folds apart. You moan softly, arching into the feeling of his tongue lapping at your spread pussy, wet tongue flicking and sucking against your folds. He gives your pussy one last kiss before pulling away, wiping his mouth with his arm and dipping his middle finger shallowly inside your pussy. 

“Oh fuck.” Instantly you react, pushing your hips back against his finger, trying to chase away the feeling of his finger pumping in and out of you rapidly. He licks his lips seeing the shine on his middle finger every time he pulls out far enough. 

“All this for me yeah?” The hand gripping your hips up gives you another spank. He removes his finger from your pussy and brings it to his mouth, cleaning it off. 

“Not just you,” Sanzu chimes in, smirking down at your form in front of him on the bed. He kneels down on the mattress and hooks a finger under your chin, lifting your face up from its resting spot on the mattress to stare up at him. “For us . Right baby?”

You nod sheepishly, the intensity of his green eyes in the dark room sending shivers down your spine, plus the light touch of Hanma’s nails raking down the length of your back. Hanma’s big hands slide back to your hips, digging his fingers into the soft flesh and drumming them along your skin.

“Open your mouth,” Sanzu instructs, ripping your attention away from the man behind you playing with your ass. “And tilt your head back.” You open your mouth, eyes closing and tilting your head back, expecting to feel his cock against your lips, so you’re not prepared when he leans down, spits, misses, and laughs when it slides uselessly down your cheek before he wipes it away. “Oops,” he snorts, not even sounding the least bit sorry and properly aims this time. 

It lands straight in your mouth and you fight back the initial urge to swallow, gagging when he pushes two fingers into your mouth, massaging the saliva into your tongue. 

“Keep your mouth open.” 

Your brow furrows as you look up at him, more saliva pooling inside your mouth threatening to pour out the longer he keeps fucking his fingers deeper into your mouth. They push back to your throat and you gag around his fingers, feeling your throat getting smaller and smaller. He gets rougher, wanting to hear how you sound when you choke so he could picture it with his cock instead.

“Cut the lady some slack, Sanzu.” Hanma says nonchalantly, also enjoying the sounds of you choking in front of him. His hand is big enough to engulf the entire of your ass, grips harshly onto your cheek, simultaneously humping his cock against your pussy. “Ready for me sweetheart?”

You gargle a response, still looking up at Sanzu as he doesn’t stop twisting his fingers into your wet mouth. He likes you messy, staring up helplessly at him. After a few more seconds, he removes his fingers and barely gives you a second to catch your breath before shoving his cock into your mouth. The saliva drips from your lips, onto the mattress and you whimper when you feel the stretch of Hanma’s cock pushing into you. 

“Fuck,” Hanma groans, throwing his head back. He bottoms out in a single thrust, fingers gripping impossibly tighter into your hips as he keeps you in place. Your pussy spasms and convulses around his cock, making him shudder as he pulls out just to slam back in, sending you forward, engulfing more of Sanzu’s cock into your mouth. 

The tip of his cock pushes past the tight muscle of your throat and you automatically feel yourself gagging but refrain from doing so as Sanzu moves his hand to the back of your head. He applies pressure, pushing you forwards till your nose brushes against his pelvis. It hurts, your mouth stretching to accommodate the thick girth as he nudges the back of your throat. His fingers move upwards, gripping harshly onto your hair as he thrusts slowly into your mouth. 

Behind you, Hanma stills, watching you take Sanzu’s cock without much hesitation. None of them notice how hard your nails are digging into the flesh of your palms. 

“Is she all the way?” Hanma asks, hands skimming over the outline of your ass as he leans forward to get a better look. The movement makes his cock angle deeper, hitting a spot inside you that had your eyes rolling back. 

“Ah wait. Shuji. I think she likes that.” Sanzu lets go of your head, pulling out of your mouth. Instantly your hands fly to your throat, massaging the outside of it as you try catching your breath. 

“Likes what? This?” Hanma pulls out and slams back inside, sending you forward, a long, loud, shameless moan leaving your mouth. “Hm,” he hums, grinning before holding onto the back of your neck, keeping your body and face pressed down against the mattress. 

Hearing your moans, he chooses to professionally angle his thrusts, really making you scream. You sound stupid; the sound of your moans overbearingly loud to hear the snickers you’re sure they’re sharing between each other. You helplessly reach for Sanzu, unsure what you’re even asking for as Hanma abuses your pussy. He slams over and over into your cervix, the tip of his cock constantly brushing that spot inside you. 

Sanzu grabs your face and Hanma lets go of your neck, moving back to gripping your hips, and allowing his friend to lift you up from the mattress, back onto all fours. He leans down, taking your lips in a heated, messy kiss. His tongue ravishes your mouth with ease. It’s wet, clumsy, your teeth knocking into his as he sloppily kisses you. When he pulls away, he moves his hand down your arm, gripping your hand and bringing it up to his cock. 

“Make me cum.”

You shakily wrap your hand around his cock, gripping it softly and trying to turn your focus away from the man behind you into pleasuring the man in front of you. Sanzu watches as your hand begins to jerk him off slowly, pulling more pre-cum to his tip. You inch forward and lap at the bead, relishing in the low groan Sanzu lets out, his shuddered breaths.

“Fuck. I’m close,” Hanma says through gritted teeth, planting a foot onto the mattress. His thrusts become even impossibly harder to take, the sheer power behind them sending your limp body forward into Sanzu. His low, heavy breaths got louder and he didn’t bother pulling out before emptying his load inside you. 

Sanzu pushes hair from your face and runs his thumb down your face, stopping at your lips. He presses down on the soft flesh of your bottom lip, tugging it downwards just to watch it recoil back. 

“Holy shit,” Hanma giggles, pulling out and sitting on the bed, running a hand through his hair. “Best pussy I ever had.”

“Yeah? That so?” Sanzu’s eyes are glued onto your face, and you don’t stop yourself from leaning forward, taking his thumb into your mouth. His eyes widen momentarily before he breaks out into a smile that nearly splits his face in two. “Hanma. Get the fuck off the bed.” He pulls his thumb out, wiping his saliva ridden thumb all over your cheek.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

Sanzu rolls his eyes as Hanma makes himself more comfortable on the bed, resting his arms behind his head, watching Sanzu man-handle you on top of him. Your legs come over his hips, straddling him. He rests his hand on your ass, sliding them up and down as you reach behind yourself to grab at his cock. You struggle a few times but eventually manage to align him with your entrance, his grip growing tighter as you slowly inch your way down his cock. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, clinging to him the deeper you take him. Your soft breaths in Sanzu’s ears, plus the feeling of your breasts pressing against his chest made him dizzy. He nudged your face with his cheek to face him, sealing his lips against yours. 

You moan against his mouth, pressing your body as close as you could to his. He fell backwards, his back hitting the mattress as you readjusted yourself on top of him. His hands caress your waist, squeezing gently at whatever he could grab as you brushed your lips down his neck. 

“You two lovebirds gonna move yet or what?” Hanma drawls from the other side of the bed, the familiar sound of a lighter flicking a few times  before the smell of tobacco filled the room. 

“Don’t fucking rush me.” Sanzu sat upright on his elbows, eyes trailing down your naked body. “Ride me.”

“Mkay.” You sat upright and began moving, grinding your hips back against his, your nails scratching at his chest. His hands wandered down to your hips, gripping hard as he started slamming you faster onto his cock. 

“Fuckkkkkkk,” Sanzu threw his head back against the bed, biting his lip as his hips began losing rhythm as they jerkily drove upwards into you. 

“Oh my god, oh my god,” you sob, closing your eyes and slapping a hand over your mouth as you feel him go deeper. 

The bed dips and you hear Shuji stand up, skirt around the bed before sensing his overwhelming presence behind you. He wraps a hand around your throat, making your eyes shoot open, tilting your head back to look at him. You were met with a phone in front of you, the flashlight shining in your eyes as he recorded the fucked out look on your face as you bounced on Sanzu’s cock. 

“Shuji—the light—”

“You’re fine,” he says, cutting you off. His hand tightened around your throat and he handed Sanzu the phone to record the view of you bouncing from the front. 

With both his hands now free, Hanma trails his other spare hand down your chest, gripping onto your breast, kneading it. You moan when Sanzu’s hand comes to your clit, rubbing circles.  

“Cum already, ‘fucks sake.” Shuji says from behind you, flicking your nipples. 

“I’m trying.” 

“If you don’t cum before he does then you won’t cum at all, pretty girl,” he says in a teasing voice, bending down to kiss your forehead. 

You whine and speed up your movements. Sanzu hisses and drops the phone onto the bed, face down when you clench around his cock. “Fuck I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”

“Wait—!” Sanzu quickly flips you onto your back, hands on either side of your head, thrusts erratic as he doesn’t stop his movements, slamming his hips against yours. 

“‘M never leaving this pussy again, holyshit.” He can’t explain how good it feels, splitting you open with his cock. His hand wraps around your throat, enclosing around it, uncaring about the way you were scratching at his hand. He looks down between your legs, watches the way his cock plunged in and out of your slick, wet, and creamy pussy and then comes to a stop. “Oh, I came.” He pulls out and the squelch of your pussy almost as him going back in for seconds.

“Fucking idiot. Didn’t even record it.” Hanma pushes Sanzu’s head and snatches the phone. You try to close your legs but Hanma’s hand presses down on your thigh, keeping them open. He turns the camera back on and records your pussy, the streams of white cum dribbling out. “Fuck that’s hot.”

“Lemme see.”

The two seem to ignore your presence, their eyes glued onto the phone as they watch both their cum seep from your puffy, overstimulated pussy. With both of them distracted, you finally close your legs and roll over to your side, pouting. 

“Oi.” Shuji slaps your thigh to get your attention. You glare at him and he raises an eyebrow. “Timbers shivered. What are you so mad at?”

“I didn’t get to finish,” you mumble.

“That’s it?” He clicks his tongue and laughs. Sanzu rolls his eyes and moves to get off the bed, searching for his clothes in the messy room.

“What do you mean ‘that’s it’? You both got to finish and I didn’t! It’s unfair.”

“Stop whining.” Sanzu rubs his temples. He finds his clothes and puts them back on as you’re still sulking on the bed. “The world won’t stop spinning if you don’t finish.”

“It’s still unfair…”

“You wanna finish that bad?” You barely had time to look before Hanma was stuffing three fingers in your pussy. He fucked them in and out of you at a speed that shouldn’t have been possible. “Go on then. Finish.” His thumb comes up to circle your clit. 

You immediately cover your mouth, ashamed of the noises that were leaving you as your body seizes around his fingers. Your walls clench around his fingers when he switches his pace from fast to suddenly slow, curling his fingers to brush against that spot. Your mouth falls open, your voice cracking as you moan soft and breathlessly as you came. The aftershocks has your toes curling, squeezing involuntarily around his fingers.

“Fucking finally.” He pulls his fingers out, now drenched in your liquids and clicks his tongue. “Clean it up.” He looks you dead in the eye as he utters the words, holding three of his fingers up. 

Without hesitation, you lean forward, shifting to sit on your knees and take his fingers into your mouth. With how long they are, it was an uncomfortable angle, trying to take it all in at once, so you opt on licking and sucking down the length of his fingers. The door opens and Sanzu leaves before saying anything, and you shove down the twinge of disappointment at his sudden departure down and put your focus on cleaning Hanma’s fingers.

He pulls his now clean fingers out of your mouth and cups your face, squishing your cheeks in his grip and smiles down at you, voice playful and degrading all the same as he says, “Good girl.”