+ minors, do not interact.
∅ warnings : NSFW. semi-public sex. pinning. degradation. size kink, brat! reader, overstimulation, dacryphilia. angry tartaglia. mindbreak. slapping.
☆ : thanks to mr. alberich ( my boyfriend's code name ) for giving me ideas <3
"itto! it won't.. fit! " you moaned out, as itto struggled to fit his cock inside you, shushing you before using the back of his hand to wipe of his sweat, holding your legs properly before shoving half of his length in, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips, and a shriek from yours. " your cunt's too small, let me loosen it up so i can fit more of it in, yeah? "
in an animalistic and needy pace, he thrusted, and pushed his cock, the drag of his length against your walls made him shiver in delight, licking his lips and pushing back his white hair. "more, i want more." ignoring your pleas' complaining of how much it hurt, itto went on. grasping your thighs and pushing it back till your toes were near your ears.
making sure to look up at you to check on how you were doing, but he didn't need to check too often, the loud moans and whimpers were enough to prove that you were enjoying this too, despite your multiple complaints. you hiccuped and sobbed, as he slid all of it in. a successful smirk on itto's face, "told ya it'll fit."
he enjoyed the way you cried at the size, muttering it was too much, "you'll get used to it, now that i know how your cunt feels, this'll be a regular thing." leaning in to your face to lick your tears, resting his forehead against yours till he feels his tip kissing your cervix, making sure to hit it, and hit it till you came all over his length.
uttering a "fuck!" as he shot his cum down inside you, pulling out only to shove it back in, "on a second thought, one more round."
"mmph!" you said weakly, kaeya was smirking right above you, chest dripping with sweat as he put a hand on your neck, choking you. "i wonder what will shut you up, since even my hand isn't enough" he shoved his hand further down your throat, a weak moan leaving your lips that fanned against his long and slender fingers. "do you want jean to hear you? shut your needy mouth."
the calvary captain slipped his dick in and out of you, making the table you were laying on shake from impact. legs hanging from his shoulders and your hands tied up with his handkerchief, kaeya couldn't deny it. he enjoyed the view a LOT. paperwork strewn through out the headquarters' floor. he made sure you were extra quiet in case someone passed by, the squeak of the floor was enough to indicate of a person standing outside the door.
your eyes slowly rolled back and kaeya chuckled, "you're such a fucking slut for me, aren't you? make sure that you're only gonna do that for me, alright?" his slow voice rang against your ear and you nodded slowly, getting a new mark on your neck as someone knocked on the door, it was jean, asking about the paperwork kaeya was supposed to help with finishing.
sad to say, he hasn't even started. a form of distraction came in the form of you, showing off your figure when you poured him tea. and that's exactly why you're in this position right now, kaeya shoved his fingers deeper and deeper, making you suck on the digits so you can keep quiet, but the creaking of the table was loud and obvious.
"i'll get it done, i'm doing something right now." he smirked down at you, i wonder how long it'll take for him to finish what he's doing.
"those fuckers, keep ordering.. me around!" tartaglia squeezed your cheeks, and slapped you. a satisfying sting on the soft skin. you let your tongue out and babbled, "fweel free to tchake youw anger out on mwee.." and he smirked, "of course i'm gonna enjoy, you slut." he made you look out at the people passing by, hoping to the archons nobody would look at your way, but just in case someone does... better put on a show for them no?
tartaglia just hastily pulled you out from the bank, frustrated at the amount of orders put upon him. he needed a way to take out his anger, to relax, and you provided the perfect solution. you hiccuped as he thrusted madly into you, a sting on the curve of your ass as his heavy balls clapped against it. resting your head against the bumpy brick walls, watching the way the harbinger slid his length in with absolute fury.
your legs hurt, and you can't even remember how many times you've came. both your bodies were sticky, smelly, and sweaty, childe's arms serving as leg rests. your feet were dangling off and your arms were numb, eyes often rolling to the back of your head, and your breath hitching. passerbys slowly noticed the loud moaning and the swift clapping between skin, whispering about the scandalous activity going on in a narrow alleyway.
the harbinger often gave a knowing smile to those who spot you two, then looking down and slowly thrusting to see the way your cum-coated and reddish pussy devours his twitching length. a puddle of the substance near his feet, you knew he wasn't planning to stop until a fatui agent spotted you and asked you to step out, a grumpy tartaglia pulling out, extra cum spilling out of your hole.
and as he fixed his pants and talked with the agent, he looked back at you. " we'll finish this later, get ready. " can your already shaking legs take more of his anger issues?
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