#stroke mommets

[just-michael799]

[iamthecomet]

mommet- i uh i need your input

would you agree that rain is a cum slut? the he would beg for anyone’s cum? everyone, fuck even all of them at the same time? he wouldn’t care how many times he’s been made to cum, nono he isn’t finished until he’s full and fucked out, right?

this is definitely me begging for a cumslut rain ficlet:)

Rosey. ROSEY.

Of course, Rain is a cumslut.

I have evidence under the cut.

Rain isn't usually this insatiable. Most of the time he's like any self-respecting ghoul, cumming once or maybe twice in a good session and then curling up next to his partner, satiated and blissful. But then, there are days like this. He feels the urge building sometime around lunch. It's a dull itch under his skin. Worming into his brain, tugging at some strange base instinct he doesn't care to try to decipher. He knows what it is by now. If he ignores it long enough he'll get snappy, frustrated. He will be hot and uncomfortable and wound so tight he can barely think. And why put himself through that with the solution is an easy one.

He needs to be fucked into the floorboards. He needs to be fucked until he can't think anymore.

He makes it until after dinner. By then he can feel the heat of aggravation digging at his brain stem. He needs it. God he needs it and he hates asking for it.

The begging later is easy, when his brain has gone mushy and soft. But in the beginning? The proposition? It feels impossible. Embarrassing.

Swiss, Aether, and Mountain are all on the couch, not an inch of room to spare between them. So, Dew, naturally, is lounging across them, feet in Aether's lap, head in Swiss'.

The second Rain steps through the door they all look up at him. He swears he can see the second his scent hits them. Dew's eyes go wide. He watches Mountain's pupils dilate. Aether's hands clench on Dew's hip.

Swiss chuckles darkly.

"Oh, Raincloud," Swiss purrs, predatory already. "Do you need something?"

Rain blushes dark. He hates the way his body betrays him. How strong the scent of his arousal is. He's been hard and leaking on and off for most of the day, slick, and hot, and on edge.

The way they're looking at him tells him exactly how bad it is.

"I--" Rain thinks about denying it, god it's embarrassing to be stared at like this. But what good is that going to do? He knows what he needs. He looks at the four of them, all of them watching him with unmasked hunger. "Ruin me."

They're on him in an instant. Dew's the first one to launch himself at him, pressing the hot span of his body against Rain's and dragging him down into a kiss that tastes like tobacco and cinnamon. Mountain presses up against his back, big hands on his waist, to hold him in place while Mountain grinds up against him. He doesn't know which one of them drags him to the ground. He doesn't resist the pull of their hands. And before he knows it, they're all on their knees. Swiss is in front of him, while Dew and Mountain are behind, making quick work of Rain's clothes. Someone shoves Rain forward onto his hands so he's eye to eye with Swiss' tented zipper.

Aether drops into the chair in the corner. Rain looks over at him, a whine building in his chest.

No, he needs all of them. He needs everything they can give him. He reaches out to Aether, eyes widening, something like panic starting to crawl up his throat. Aether pauses undoing his pants. He offers Rain a gentle smile.

"Don't worry, Raincloud. I'll take my turn, I'm just going to get them get you warmed up for me. You know I like to go last."

Rain watches as Aether pulls his cock from the confines of his pants, already half-hard. He strokes it to full hardness and Rain's mouth waters.

"Hey," Swiss snaps, punctuating it with a tap of his cock against Rain's cheek. "Me first."

"Greedy," Dew says from somewhere on Rain's left. Rain just catches the way Swiss grins at Dew before his cock his shoved past Rain's lips and deep into his mouth.

He loses himself in it for a while, the heavy weight of Swiss' cock on his tongue, the blunt head of it pressing into his throat. The salty spice of his precum as it pools in Rain's mouth.

He goes offline so quickly. He'd be embarrassed about that too if he had any functional brain cells left. Instead he misses the moment that Dew and Mountain drag his pants from his legs. He cooperates as they move him, stripping him naked. But he's barely aware of it, focused single-handedly on the task at hand--getting Swiss to cum in his mouth as quickly as possible. Rain isn't always so eager to be used. But there is something about being owned, being used, that turns his usually overactive brain to jelly. He doesn't have to think.

As soon as Dew slides into him to the hilt, rocking him further forward on Swiss' cock, Rain stops thinking about anything except the pleasure. It's a push and pull. Swiss digs his fingers into Rain's curls. Dew presses bruises into his hip. Mountain closes his fist around Rain's slick cock. Everything goes offline. Pleasure sparks fast through his gut.

His first orgasm comes in record time. The twitch and clench of his body set Swiss--and then Dew off in rapid succession. After that, he starts to lose track. Mountain doesn't stop stroking him, his pace slow, almost gentle, but enough to send him hurtling into overstimulation. At some point, everyone switches positions. It's suddenly Swiss' hand jerking him off, and Mountain's cock buried inside of him.

Dew bends down for another kiss, tasting Swiss on his tongue. At some point, somewhere past the third orgasm, Rain starts begging. Swiss is behind him now, jackhammering into him, hitting his prostate with each pinpointed thrust. Aether's still watching, one hand on his balls, the other twisting up around the ruddy head of his cock. Fucking up into his fist in time with Swiss' thrusts. He doesn't register his own words, but he knows what he's asking for. He's asking for all of them to cum inside of him. To coat him with it. To stretch him out. To make him forget his own name. To fuck him senseless. To ruin him. Aether grins at him from his spot in the chair. He releases his grip on his cock, and moves to stand, just as Swiss' rhythm starts to falter, and Dew drags another almost painful orgasm from Rain's overtaxed body. "Don't worry, Raincloud," Aether says. "When I'm done with you, you won't walk right for a week."

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