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xxsabitoxx · 8 months

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Competition | 15k Special

Sanemi x Giyu x AFAB Reader

Warnings: MxMxF threesome, pussy eating, raw fucking, 69-ing, 69-ing while fucking, come eating, creampies, squirting, the usual

A/N: Alright here's the first 15k 3sum special! Up next is Sato/Sugu~

Word Count: 2.8k

You weren’t sure how you ended up in the position you were in now, but you were fairly certain it wasn’t your fault. Though, the two men you were pressed between would likely beg to differ. Drinks with the two men turned into talking, which turned into flirting, which also turned into bitching with one another before finally you were dragged back to Sanemi’s home. Something about settling “who's better” once and for all. “Oh fuck…” Your head fell back against a muscular shoulder as the man situated between your thighs brought you your third orgasm.

“Giyu… please e-ease up!” you gasped, hips bucking upwards and into his face rather than away from it. He didn’t answer of course, mouth far too preoccupied with lapping at your cunt. “Don’t stop, Tomioka. I want her to be nice and sloppy when I impale her on my dick.” You gasped, nails digging roughly into the muscular thighs that caged you. It was a dead lock position, you couldn’t get away from either man if you wanted to… not that you would want to in the first place.

Your back was pressed snuggly to Sanemi’s front, his arms wrapped around you just under your armpits, toying with your breasts every so often but he was too enthralled watching Giyu eat you out. Sanemi’s legs caged you in, pressing to your hips tightly while Giyu had your legs thrown over his shoulders. He had been settled between your legs for who knows how long now, nipping, sucking, and licking your cunt until you couldn’t see straight.

“Sanemi please, do something to me.” You whined, nearly delirious from the pleasure Giyu was providing you. The white haired man, who had been so damn cocky, was leaving you hanging because of how much he enjoyed seeing Giyu eat your pussy like it was his last meal. “Do something to you? Huh, Tomioka mustn't be doing a good job if you’re still thinking about me.” He drawled proudly, calloused fingers rising to roll your perked nipples between them.

You yelped, hips bucking into Giyu’s face as he continued to lap up every drip of arousal that you offered. It only took a second for his hands to find your abdomen, pushing you down and forcing you back into submission without saying a single word. “Fuck almighty…” Sanemi sneered, watching as Giyu’s nails dug into your thighs to keep you still. “...I bet I could fuck you stupid right now, sweetheart, and he’d still have his head buried down there… pussy drunk bastard.”

Sanemi couldn’t deny the way his cock was twitching, pressed snuggly to the warmth of your back and getting some friction each time your hips bucked upwards. Still, it wasn’t enough, especially when Giyu was slurping and grunting so loudly he was making him believe your pussy was a five course meal. Nothing seemed to deter the ravenette between your thighs, not even Sanemi’s typical smart ass remarks. “Giyu.. fuck you’re gonna make me cum again…”

He only grunted, blue eyes flickering up to meet yours. The look on your face was enough to have Giyu rutting his hips into the mattress, trying to alleviate some of the pressure that was throbbing dully between his thighs. Giyu’s eyes met Sanemi’s next, a look of fucked-out bliss passing over his navy irises, as if taunting Sanemi. The other man didn’t really appreciate that, the spike in his annoyance manifesting physically as he kneaded your breasts.

You cried out, the added stimulation throwing you over the edge for a fourth time as your thighs quivered. You could feel it now, how wet the sheets were just below where your ass pressed into them. Drool mixed with arousal created quite the unfortunate mess, though none of you really seemed to mind it. “Alright, fucking ease up you prick.” Sanemi scolded Giyu as tears began to leak out of your eyes, far too gone to actually say it for yourself. Giyu finally gave in, parting from your cunt with a shiny mouth and chin.

Giyu pushed up, surveying the damage to the sheets as Sanemi manoeuvred himself out from behind you. “Don’t even think about it.” Sanemi practically growled as Giyu moved to crawl over you, eyes meeting in a heated stare as if he couldn’t believe Sanemi thought he could order him around. “I just made her cum four times, Shinazugawa. I don’t think you have any room to talk.” Sanemi huffed out an unamused laugh, grabbing a fistful of Giyu’s hair before roughly yanking.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking too like that, Tomioka?” You watched them, holding yourself up on your elbows as both men stared at each other. Their faces were inches apart, despite the position he was in, Giyu still looked pretty defiant. “I’m talking to you, Shinazugawa. Once you make her cum four times, you can try and act like we’re equals.” He spat, not backing down as Sanemi gripped his hair a little tighter. Instead of saying something in return, Sanemi smashed his lips to Giyu’s. You gasped, watching as Sanemi’s tongue pushed past Giyu’s lips.

Before Giyu even got a chance to properly respond, Sanemi was pulling away. “She tastes fucking sweet and you were hogging her.” Giyu only smirked, one that faded quickly when Sanemi pushed him away. “It’s your turn to sit and fucking watch.” Giyu couldn’t fight that, moving to the other side of the bed to give Sanemi plenty of space for whatever it is he wanted to do. He stood at the side of the mattress, smiling gently at you. “Do you think you could get on your hands and knees in front of me, honey?” The nickname made you squirm, nodding to do as he asked.

You crawled across the mattress, turning yourself to face Giyu as you got on your hands and knees. Sanemi smirked, uttering a soft “good girl” as he lined himself up with your entrance. “Tomioka made a fucking mess of you, I can go right in.” You whined out a yes, not interested in anymore foreplay when your cunt was practically throbbing with the need to be filled. You had prepared yourself for him to be rough, instead, he pressed into you slowly.

You moaned as the dull head of his cock impaled itself in your cunt, pushing further until you enveloped it completely. He stayed still, panting softly as your walls suctioned and spasmed around the little bit of him that was inside. Giyu had to admit that Sanemi had far more self control than him, he wouldn’t have been able to hold himself back if the roles were reversed. Sanemi gave you another second before pushing more of himself in, watching you pull at the sheets until they were taut under your grasp. “Good, you’re doing so good.”

It didn’t hurt, Giyu had truly made a mess of you, it was too wet between your thighs to hurt. There was, however, the familiar stretch, an achy feeling as Sanemi pushed more of himself inside of you. “Oh…” you whined, unable to stop your hips from jerking away from him. “Don’t try to run from me, sweetheart.” He cooed, pulling you back to him with one swift motion. It pulled the air from your lungs, pleasure ebbing through your veins as he pushed himself inside.

Inch by inch, Sanemi could feel everything, the way your cunt clenched tightly around him before trying to push him back out, if you weren’t suffocating him so tightly, he would have chuckled. “Fuck… yeah you wouldn’t have lasted five seconds inside of her, Tomioka.” He wanted to sound cocky but his voice came out strained, forehead creasing as he bottomed out. “You sure about that, Shinazugawa? You look like you’re seconds away from blowing your load.”

Sanemi tilted his head just a bit, eyes roaming over the way Giyu was gripping his cock tightly. He would have made a remark about the way Giyu’s precum was already leaking over his fist if you didn’t clench around him.All he could muster was a quiet groan of “fuck off” as he tried to calm his breathing and not make a fool of himself by coming too fast. You, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to wait as you started to try and fuck yourself on him.

It took a fraction of a second for Sanemi’s hands to find your hips, gripping them so tightly to keep you from moving that it genuinely hurt. “Oh fuck…” you hissed, relishing in the pain as your walls squeezed him tightly. “S-shit sorry I did-ha-didn’t mean to.” he let go almost immediately, shaky hands rubbing the skin he had hurt tenderly. You relaxed, head pressing into the mattress lazily as a shiver passed over you. “Mmm s’alright.” you slurred softly, any ounce of resistance or burn was gone, all that was left was throbbing need.

“I need you to move, Nemi.” You couldn’t get his whole name out, settling for the cuter nickname instead. A low gasp left him, the self restraint he had was wearing dangerously thin. “You sure?” he choked out, hips already drawing back slightly before rocking back into you. You nodded, moaning out a quiet “please” as he took the initiative and started rutting into you, head falling back as he relished in the drag of his cock through your velvety walls. Giyu watched, lips parted as his fist started moving up and down his length in time with Sanemi’s thrusts.

You didn’t have the strength to keep your head up, letting it fall forward, dangling a bit as you looked down your own body to see Sanemi’s hips meeting your own. His thrusts were deep and fast, making your breast jiggle each time your bodies made contact. “Tomioka, quit fucking your fist and make yourself useful.” That caught your attention, head lifting slightly to look at the man sitting by the headboard. “Useful?” he gasped out, squeezing his length tightly as you moaned.

“Yeah, useful.” Sanemi held his gaze, eyes flickering down to your cunt and back up at Giyu, hips stuttering as he nodded his head a bit. Giyu seemed to catch on, letting himself go to crawl forward. “You want me to…?” He questioned softly, face heating up as slick squelches started to sound each time Sanemi’s hips met your ass. “Don’t make me–ha–spell it out for you.” Giyu could see his lip tremble as he bottomed out again, hips rolling into you slowly now.

Giyu pulled his attention away from the other man, eyes meeting yours with a lazy grin. “Do you think you have the strength to hold yourself up for a second, baby?” You whined at the name, walls squeezing around Sanemi’s cock. “Oh? She liked that, Tomioka.” Sanemi’s hands held your hips a little tighter, supporting you more as you forced your head upwards “Go ahead.” you smiled at Giyu, butterflies whirling around your stomach as he moved to lay beneath you. You shivered as he bent down, kissing you quickly before eyeing Sanemi.

You sunk your teeth into your cheek, Sanemi had sheathed himself completely inside of you, watching as Giyu got himself comfortable under your body. Giyu’s breath fanned across your abdomen, earning a shiver as he pushed himself a little more. You knew he was there when his hair tickled your inner thighs. If it weren’t for Sanemi being buried deep inside of you, your thighs would have tried to close. “Fuck… Sanemi start moving.” Giyu breathed out, shocking Sanemi a bit by using his first name. He listened regardless.

The quick thrusts of Sanemi’s hips grounded you in reality, head turning downward. Giyus cock was inches from your face, tip flushed pink with precum oozing from it. “Ah fuck…” You let your arms relax a bit, weight shifting to lay on Giyu as his hands found your waist. You took the chance, lowering your head to lick along his shaft. Giyu’s mind went blank the moment he felt your tongue, stuttering just a bit as you wrapped your puffy lips around his irritated tip.

He started placing open mouth kisses along your cunt, brain melting with each pass of your tongue over his slit. Sanemi’s pace had faltered, eyes watching eagerly as you started to go down on Giyu, all the while he was maybe a little too aware of Giyu’s head below him. Giyu’s tongue managed to continue lavishing your clit even as Sanemi held your hips, rutting into you at a new brutal pace. You felt your eyes crossing, squeezing them shut as you moaned around Giyu’s cock

Drool was seeping down your chin, covering his shaft and public bone with your shiny saliva. You lowered your head further, trying to ignore the build up in your gut as you took over half of his length in your mouth. Giyu’s moan vibrated against your cunt, earning a shrill whine from you as your walls clamped down around Sanemi’s cock. He cursed loudly, hips stuttering in their pace because you made it impossible to move for a moment.

“Gonna fucking cum, aren’t you?” Sanemi’s words were directed at both of you, even though he knew both of your mouths were too preoccupied to even respond. You swallowed around Giyu, earning a strangled cry against your cunt as you felt him start twitching. Reaching forward, you gently cupped his balls, warm and heavy in your hands. For a moment, Giyu swore tears were burning his eyes as the pleasure he felt only intensified. Your mouth was suffocatingly warm, the silky-soft touch of your tongue was almost too much for him.

And then you went and cupped his balls, massaging them gingerly until his hips were bucking up into you. The sound of your gag was enough to make Sanemi curse, hands gripping you tightly as he pounded into you with such force that your thighs and ass recoiled harshly. Everything was too much, not only for you but for Giyu and Sanemi as well. It took a fraction of a second for Giyu to lose it, cum spilling down your throat in hot, sticky ropes. You flinched, throat relaxing to keep yourself from gagging again as you worked him through his orgasm.

The sounds he was making continued to vibrate you. Your own orgasm built up until the dam finally broke, a strangled cry leaving your lips as your head tossed back, letting go of Giyu’s cock in the process. Both men were covered in your release, sticky and wet from the gush of fluid that left you. You cried out, tears streaking your cheeks as Sanemi’s hips thrusted into you, chasing his own release. You couldn’t breath as Giyu’s hands reached under you, pushing on your abdomen, feeling the way Sanemi’s cock dragged in and out of your slippery cunt.

That was enough for Sanemi, his head falling forward as a silent cry left his lips. Your arms had long since given out, head now resting on Giyu’s thigh as Sanemi pumped you full of his own release. The room was quiet now, full of ragged breathing as you tried to lift yourself enough for Giyu to get out from under you. “Fuck almighty.” Sanemi choked at the sight of Giyu’s ruined appearance. The man was covered in your release, hair and all. You turned your head the best you could to see him, face turning molten hot as you realized what you had done to him.

“Oh fuck Giyu I’m so sorry…” you tried to move but Sanemi’s hands kept you in place. He wasn’t ready to let you move yet, not even as he was softening instead of you. “Don’t be sorry.” Giyu’s face was bright red, lips swollen from everything he had done to you. “… I kinda like it.” That revelation had all of you looking away from one another. “If that’s the case… I want to try it out for myself.” Sanemi stated boldly, eyes still trailing over Giyu before switching to look at you.

“You think you could last another round, sweetheart? I wanna try out Tomioka’s position.” All you could do was give a feeble nod, that same throbbing desire building in your gut as you felt Sanemi hardening within you again. He pulled out, creamy release following him. “You really made a mess.” it was an off hand comment as he eyes the shiny ring around his base. “Like you don’t fucking like it sloppy, Shinazugawa.” Giyu snorted, trying his best to not let you know his legs were feeling weak after everything you just did.

“Woah wait…” you started, sitting on your knees to look back over your shoulder at the two of them. “Don’t I need to tell you who was better? Isn’t that why we ended up here in the first place?” You just wanted to tease them, watching as both men shared a glance. “We’ll worry about that another day, for now just let us fuck you.” Sanemi groaned, moving onto the mattress and nearly collapsing. “Nah…” You chuckled “I think it’s safe to say I am the better one.” Considering both men were feeling like their legs were made of jelly, you were likely right.

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years

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👀 Eddie with a hooker. You know you want to

yes I DO want to and I have another one to add in to make it kind of a combo request... also this gets a bit darker as it goes on so watch out!

"Honey, I'm home!"

You'd never done anything like this before; you'd never been offered so much to do it.

You turned to look over your shoulder, not letting go of the pan and spatula. When you did, you saw Edward standing in the doorway, shrugging off his heavy jacket and hanging it up on the rack; you saw the ring on his hand catch the light, and saw that it matched the one he'd given you to wear. He must've just put it on outside the door.

"Hey babe," you greeted him, "dinner's almost ready!"

"Smells delicious," he grinned, approaching you as you stirred the food in the pan. You resisted the urge to jump when he put his hands on your shoulders and leaned in to kiss your cheek. His glasses bumped against your temple and you had to really concentrate on not shrugging him away as he placed another kiss by your jaw.

"Eddie," you giggled coyly, "I'm trying to cook!"

"I just can't help it," he purred, "you're so beautiful. Are you gonna tell me a man can't kiss his own wife?"

Yeah, it was going to take you a while to get used to this. You’d attempted fake relationships before— acting like a girlfriend was half your job, actually, contrary to popular belief that all Johns want is crazy kinks— but this was another level entirely. And you didn’t even know this guy… definitely not a normal first-session request. But, again, when you see the kind of cash he was flashing, you’re not one to question it too much. Including where that money is coming from if he’s living in such a small apartment.

“Oh, I like when you kiss me there,” you sighed, deciding to fall back on some classic girlfriend-experience stuff since it couldn’t be that different. “Do it again, Eddie…”

“Like this?” he taunted gently, sucking harder on the skin right at the nape of your neck, making your back arch itself a bit.

“Yes,” you moaned softly.

He moved his lips down your shoulder, pulling the strap of your dress out of the way to keep following the trail of kisses over your skin. "It's Thursday," he reminded you. "We said we would start tonight…"

"Start…?"

"Start trying," he added, and you gasped a little.

You were already speechless when you realized what he was referring to, but the way his hands rubbed your back and his lips brushed over your cheek as he spoke didn't help either. Maybe it said more about you than him that you felt so dirty and taboo for roleplaying as a husband and wife looking to get pregnant.

"I know you've wanted a baby for so long," he whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't give one to you sooner, I was just so worried I wouldn't know how to take care of it… but I swear, I'm gonna love our baby so much, you can't even imagine— oh, you'll look so pretty pregnant, sweetie. No one's gonna believe it when they see us together, that I've got a wife as beautiful as you, carrying my child…"

"Ed— wait," you whimpered, overwhelmed by what he was describing. This wasn't part of what you'd discussed beforehand— and it was making a tingly, anxious feeling stir in the pit of your stomach.

"No, I can't wait," he soothed with a smile that peppered kisses up your neck. "I need to get you pregnant tonight, darling— I know it doesn't always take on the first try, but I feel so good about this that I just know it will."

You felt his grip tighten on your arms, just as you thought about trying to get away. You were on the pill, it was all just a fantasy, but it still poked at your primal anxiety, at something you had known for a long time was not for you.

What you couldn't figure out, then, was why you were getting wet.

"Let's go to the bedroom," Edward whispered to you, soothingly brushing his fingers over your shoulders and down your arms to your hands— he took them gently and guided you across the small apartment, your head spinning and your ears ringing.

You felt helpless to him, and that was not exactly uncommon with clients— but it wasn't what you were used to with Eddie. He wasn't that aggressive, or controlling… even if you always sensed he had a bit of a dark side. Really, though, the thing was that you didn't feel physically helpless; but, as you heard the click-clack of your heels while he dragged you to his bedroom, you felt more mentally helpless. You were falling into the role of the submissive, adoring housewife a little too easily.

The gentleness was gone in an instant as he shoved you down onto the bed, climbing onto you in a clammy, clumsy mess that gave away his own nerves.

"Tell me how bad you want this," he demanded, pinning you under his weight.

"Eddie— oh, fuck," you choked, "I— I want this so much, I want your baby… I wanna have your baby—"

"Mhm?" he encouraged you, biting his lip as he looked down at you.

“I wanna be pregnant— get me pregnant tonight, please,” you begged.

He kissed you again, rough and dominant with his tongue shoved deep into your mouth. You hummed, almost in protest, but the sound was muffled and ultimately useless. As he pushed up the bottom of your dress and shoved his pants down hastily, his cock sprung free and pressed against you— he was already so hard, and dripping, and oh god he wasn’t going to put a condom on and you weren’t going to stop him.

“M’gonna knock you up,” he promised as he shoved himself inside you all at once. He gasped, you whined, and he started fucking you right away— no time to adjust, no slow stroke into you, just fast, desperate thrusts as he panted and hovered above your face. “Oh— oh fuck, I’m gonna breed you. That’s what you want?”

You nodded and bit your lip, struggling to stay still— but he held you down, hands wrapping around your wrists and tightening until you yelped quietly. You were going to have bruises in the morning, you could tell already.

“You want a baby?” he continued. “My baby?”

“Y-your baby, I wanna have your baby,” you insisted. He moaned and fucked you even faster— not the love-making you had apparently expected when he started talking about ‘trying.’ This was a lot less romantic, and significantly less sensual, than you thought this was supposed to be. It was rough and hurried and sweaty; you felt like a toy, and you were forced to wonder if this was how he fucked his fleshlight or fist or whatever he used to take the edge off while saving up to pay you to do this. That thought, for whatever reason, made your pussy clench involuntarily around him.

“Oh, fuck,” he grunted, “you want me come? I’m so close…”

You weren’t exactly surprised, he did have that two-pump chump look about him, you’d thought so from the very beginning. What surprised you was how close you were, from so little action. You weren’t actually into this whole breeding thing, were you?

“Take it all,” he ordered, “take all my come, every fucking drop— and say thank you.”

Fuck, okay; this guy was just all over the place. Dominant, yet desperate. Romantic, but ruthless. You really didn’t know what to think… although, right now you conveniently couldn’t think of anything at all. He was literally fucking you stupid. “P-please, come in me, Eddie,” you gasped, “I’m yours— make me yours, baby—”

“Fuck!” he shouted, and all at once you felt that heat start to fill you as he pressed his hips up right to yours; he buried himself so deep in you that it nearly hurt, and even though he’d basically stopped moving, somehow at that very moment you came.

Shutting your eyes tight, and felt your whole body tense up and relax in random waves, slickness starting to leak out around him even though you knew his come wasn’t going anywhere until he pulled out. He breathed heavily into the crook of your neck, going limp on top of you as each exhale made you even more uncomfortably damp.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, “you… you’re coming…”

You were sort of hoping he wouldn’t notice. Instead, he reached between your bodies and pinched your clit, making you gasp and tighten around him suddenly. You were so sensitive that it almost hurt, but you didn’t even ask him to stop because you figured he wouldn’t anyways.

“Keep going,” he whispered, “keep milking my cock— that’s it, fuck you’re so good…”

He pinched your clit harder until you cried out, and you felt him smile against your cheek.

"What do you say?" he prompted condescendingly, and it took you a second to remember what he meant.

"Thank you," you breathed, and just when you thought you'd done what he wanted enough to get out of here soon, he held you tight and rolled onto his back so you were on top of him.

He was still inside you; he was still hard. And from the way he looked up at you through those glasses (that were just starting to get clear again after fogging up pretty badly), you could tell he still wanted more from you. "Take your dress off," he insisted, and you heard him purr slightly as you lifted the dress up over your head. You felt his hands run up your thighs, over your waist, grabbing greedy handfuls of your tits until you noticed his cock flex inside you. "So fuckin' pretty," he cooed, "my pretty wife."

"Mhm," you answered half-heartedly as you tossed the dress aside— he pulled you down quickly into a sloppy, slow-ish kiss, running his hands up your back and back down again until his hands were holding your ass.

But he wasn't just copping a feel, he was starting to guide you until you rocked slowly on top of him, the friction awakening some soreness inside you. "Mm," he hummed contentedly just before he broke the kiss, looking up at you with a slightly-mischievous smile. "One load isn't enough for you, is it?"

He taunted you as if this was what you wanted and not his fantasy. You were a little insulted, almost enough to break the illusion and call him out for keeping you past when he was supposed to since he already came.

"I'll give you more, baby," he promised, "I'll make sure you're pregnant tonight— but you're gonna have to work for it."

Just when you thought about disobeying him, his grip on your hips tightened painfully, and you whimpered under your breath. He was stronger than you, you were in his apartment... and he'd already paid. You weren't sure if he was really dangerous— in most ways, he seemed like the most harmless guy you'd ever worked with, but you were a little too smart to believe that was actually true. Still, you figured you were safest doing what he said for the time being.

He watched you start to really ride him, his smile falling into a look of silent awe as you moved your hips on top of him. You wouldn't have stayed if you had known he was going to keep you here all night; you wouldn't have ever come here if you knew he'd been stalking you for weeks beforehand.

But you couldn't have known that then. Maybe, if you'd been paying close attention, you could've figured out that he wasn't planning to let you leave any time soon. But you were never very good at solving puzzles... good thing he was going to be there to do them all for you from now on.

#j.d.'s 15k celebration #edward naston x reader #the riddler x reader #edward nashton smut #soft!dark edward nashton

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