⟣cw: penetrative sex, choking, almost passing out, praise, pet names(baby & princess), brief mention of tummy bulge, light dumbification
⟣a/n: Was supposed to be working on something else but then ken decided to invade my thoughts like this and I….. yeAH. I’m just very horny for him leave me alone
⟣Tag list: @xo-lynx | @chloe-nanami
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You always ask Ken to accompany him at the shop on the days when you have nothing else better to do, claiming you just want to hang out with him some more. Of course he always agrees, how could he say no to you especially when you ask so sweetly? And each time you show up in the morning with him, you always catch the wary look Inui sends the both of you as he decides then and there that he will be leaving the shop early that day. It’s not that you don’t get along or that there is any problem between you, it’s just that he knows exactly what will be happening in the evening as soon as Ken finishes up working and it’s not something he wants to stay around for. Probably.
✯pairing: sano mikey x reader, ryuguji draken x reader, baji keisuke x reader, hanemiya kazutora x reader, matsuno chifuyu x reader, mitsuya takashi x reader, sanzu haruchiyo x reader, kurokawa izana x reader. (slight baji x chifuyu)
✯synopsis: you finally realize that you'll never be able to escape them, no matter what you do, you will always belong to Toman. alternate: a gangbang with Toman where they fuck you into submission.
✯wordcount: 11k
✯warning: DARK CONTENT! dubcon, knife play, gun play, pwp, cum eating, cum play, cumflation, creampie, belly bulge, size kink, degradation, spit, spit roasting, cunnilingus, gang bang, sub/dom themes, mean dom! mikey, punishment, manipulation, drugs, biting/marking, double penetration in one hole, impact play, praise, cumdumping, breeding, drugging, genital piercings, edging, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, jealousy, hair pulling, choking, masturbation, branding mention
✯note: i apologize for the monster this story became. everything got out of hand and there were too many men. too many cocks. i got lost in the sauce. please forgive me. i also apologize for having to repost this! i wasn’t showing up in the tags :(
Your body goes rigid at the sound of his voice, knowing full well who he was and who sent him. Goosebumps make their way up to your arms which causes a shiver to travel down your spine. Dread seeps in when you realize that you’ve been caught, that you had nowhere to run.
Your body goes rigid at the sound of his voice, knowing full well who he was and who sent him. Goosebumps make their way up to your arms which causes a shiver to travel down your spine. Dread seeps in when you realize that you’ve been caught, that you had nowhere to run.
They weren’t stupid. They knew that you were a slippery little thing, so if there was one of them, you’d have to expect at least five more around the area. Shakily sighing, you stand your ground, stealthily reaching for the switchblade you always made sure to keep in your belt loop.
“I thought I told you not to come lookin’ for me.” You huff, refusing to meet his gaze. You can practically imagine the smirk on his lips. You glare at the blade in your hand, fist tightening around the handle.
“He’s stubborn. Ya know that, pet.”
In a second you were on him, blade pressed threateningly against Baji’s throat as you pin him against the side of his sleek, black car. Your brows furrowed in anger, flashbacks rushing through your head just from his nickname.
You had cut all your ties with Toman, with its members, and with its leader. You were once part of them, trying to create a new era of delinquents, which allowed you to build relationships with your comrades, which then resulted in you having...frequent and intimate meetings with them. Sometimes it was only one person, and sometimes it was the whole group.
Rumours had spread, seeing as Mikey and the executives never failed to showcase their favouritism towards you. They hadn’t cared for the opinions of others, kissing and touching you publicly as if you were their property. But it was far too much for you.
You expected the gang life to be difficult, to bring you pain and struggles but you never expected it to be this way. To end up being labelled as “Toman’s cumdump”. Courtesy of your members. It was humiliating and horrible. You were constantly disrespected and groped. But you knew you had to leave.
“What are you doing here, Baji?” You seethe, spitting his name with venom.
Baji dares to laugh at you, finding your angered expression adorable. You never changed. The same old puppy he had to tame. Although, he wouldn’t deny that it’s cute to see you acting so tough. So tough in front of him when he knows just exactly how to break you and how many other ways he could do it.
“What do you think?” He nears his face until his breath is hitting the shell of your ear, causing a shiver to run up your spine. “Mikey wants his little angel back.” His tongue darts out to flick at the skin of your neck, catching you off guard which gives him the advantage to switch positions.
You grunt when your back makes contact with the side of the car, the wind getting knocked out of you. He smirks down at your smaller figure, silently thanking the gods for the lack of civilians passing by. Maybe he’d get the chance to have you all by himself before bringing you back to the others. Just a small taste.
That wouldn’t hurt now, would it?
He bites his lip at the sight of you, all hazy and pinned underneath him. How nostalgic. He checks you out one more time before pressing his lips against yours, grunting at the sweet taste on your lips. He chuckles to himself, relishing in the familiar taste of your lips and balm.
He nips at your bottom lip with his fangs, swallowing the tiny moan that leaves your lips when his tongue makes contact with yours. The thought of pushing him away comes into your mind, but your body refuses, loving the warmth and attention Baji is giving.
Finally, you surrender yourself to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him even closer. You moan at the feeling of his stiff cock pressing against your tummy. You suck his bottom lip into your mouth before slowly pulling away which leaves a thin string of spit connecting you both.
“How ‘bout I drive us to our old spot and—”
“That was cute ‘nd all but we gotta get back. Mikey’s not the most patient man.” A new but familiar voice speaks up. You whip your head in the direction of the voice, breath hitching at the sight of him. It’s been years since you’ve left but god did those years do Mitsuya well.
Your eyes finally meet his gaze and he has to suppress the sudden urge to laugh. You’re still so cute, eyes wide and mouth agape. You were no doubt thinking about him right now, seeing as he had a new hairstyle. You always told him that he’d look good with a mullet.
Baji pulls away from your figure and closes your switchblade with one hand before tucking it into your back pocket. He gives you a nice, hard squeeze and then he’s off and pushing you into the backseat of the car, Mitsuya following closely behind and sitting beside you, probably to hold you down just in case you decide to throw yourself out of the car.
“It’s good to see you,” He starts, eyes raking down your figure.
An indistinguishable noise leaves your mouth. You had hoped to say hello and make polite conversation but life seems to have other plans for you. Baji snickers at your awkwardness, peering at you from the rearview mirror while Mitsuya continues to smile at you.
He brings a hand down your thigh, drawing circles with his thumb while he reassures you, telling you to not be so nervous around him and that you had nothing to be afraid of. A lie, of course. You did have something to be afraid of. You left the gang without permission. You had abandoned them and you knew that Mikey didn’t take those offences lightly.
You knew that Toman was Mikey’s family and should’ve known better that he’d never let you go. Not when you belong to Toman. Your fist clenches in anger, remembering why you left once more. But you’re pulled out of your daydream when Mitsuya’s hand makes its way further up your thighs, his thumb instantly circling your clit through your panties.
A quiet gasp leaves your lips, eyes widening at his sudden ministrations. You peek at him through your lashes but his face remains stoic and unmoving, eyes forward. But you notice Baji looking at you through the rearview mirror, his eye dropping into a teasing wink.
Of course, he was aware of Mitsuya’s actions. All of them had missed you as much as he did and were going to make a move whenever they were given the opportunity. But what’s even more surprising is your compliance. They expected you to have tried to knock them out, maybe even stab them just to escape.
Instead, they’re met with the same obedient little puppy from years ago. How their stomachs churned at the several memories of you spreading yourself out on their table after meetings, offering yourself to them as a way to help them destress. Sometimes even adding a few more men in the mix.
“T-Takashi…” Your hands grip his wrist when he pushes your panties to the side, nimble fingers instantly spreading your lips apart, a loud squelch resounding in the car which causes both men to smirk.
“Gettin’ messy already, are ya?” Baji makes an effort to taunt you. Heat creeps up to your neck and causes you to turn your face away from both men. Embarrassment envelopes you as they continue to taunt you, making such crude comments. Mostly Baji, but that didn’t stop Mitsuya from quickening his pace, another mewl falling from your pretty lips.
“She’s makin’ a fuckin’ mess on your seat,” He groans, pulling his fingers from your cunt and spreading your strings of arousal. “You’re so cute, love.” He gives you his usual toothy grin that makes your knees weak. Your heart feels like it skipped a beat.
“You’re not being fair, Takashi.” You mumble. “You guys are always gangin’ up on me and s’not nice.” You were often a bratty little thing, always complaining and throwing a tantrum when you weren’t given what you wanted, but this side of you was reserved for them and them only.
“Still the same whiny pet, huh?” Baji chimes in before the car comes to a halt, panic now seeping into you as you realize that you’re here. You have to face everyone you’ve abandoned.
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Anxiety seeps into your bones as you walk down familiar corridors, except for the few additions and changes here and there. Baji and Mitsuya are at either side of you, small smirks on their faces as you pass by several members who have their jaws nearly on the floor, eyes nearly popping out of their sockets in astonishment at the sight of you.
You’ve become quite famous, especially because of the ruckus Mikey caused trying to look for you, sending his men all around Tokyo to find a crumb of your existence but you had vanished without explanation. A few men had deep scowls on their faces, probably cursing Mitsuya and Baji for being the ones to have found you.
Unbeknownst to you, Mikey had quite a hefty bounty on your head. Luckily, you had left the country for some time, living with your older sister in the Philippines until you finally came back, thinking that they’d forgotten all about you the way you did them. You shake your head at the thought of his silver hair and those lavender eyes you loved so much. Your blood still goes cold at the slightest mention of him.
“Don’t be too distracted now, love.” Mitsuya chides, placing a large, warm hand on your back as you stand outside the double doors. You can already feel Mikey on the other side of the door and you can’t help but bite your bottom lip in anticipation.
Mitsuya brings his lips right beside your ear before speaking. “He missed you, so just push through it, alright? I can’t say that you don’t deserve punishment, but you’ve always been such a good girl for us, so do your best.” He gives you one last piece of encouragement before the doors are pulled open.
Baji pats your head reassuringly before he and Mitsuya make their way inside, leaving you to scramble and hide behind their broad backs. You can’t quite see the occupants of the room, unable to see past Baji and Mitsuya’s shoulders but you can feel how thick the tension is.
“Where is she?” A voice lazily drawls.
On cue, your human shields sidestep to reveal your figure, stiff and awkward under their piercing gazes. There's been a vast change in their appearances and how they carry themselves. They seem much more mature and more organized. Much different from how it was back then.
Your heart flips at the sight of them sitting around a familiar round table. A table that held so many precious and carnal moments you shared with all these men, especially Mikey. You never expected to be back here, swearing to your sister that you’d never leave her side and stay safe with her. But you missed your life in Japan.
“It’s been a while, angel. Why don’t you take a seat and we’ll go over a few things.” Mikey proposes, a subtle smile on his face as he places a palm on his cheek, looking at you with utmost adoration. You notice that he cut his hair, but he still looks just as pretty as he did then. He nods at his companions, signalling them to speak. They all have their questions and they all seem eager to ask.
“Where’d you go?” Chifuyu speaks first, anger and determination behind his eyes. Out of all of them, you were probably the most emotionally dependent on Chifuyu. He never failed to rush to your side whenever you were upset. He and Baji had a routine where they would beat up anyone who upset you and then spit roast you afterwards to improve your mood.
Clearing your throat, you hesitantly answer. “ I went to the Philippines.”
“With?” Kazutora butts in.
“I went to the Philippines to live with my sister. That’s where I was all this time.” They all mostly have blank expressions on their faces, sometimes nodding their heads slightly at your responses.
“Did you have a lover in the Philippines?” Draken speaks, the low timbre of his voice causes goosebumps to appear on your forearms. You can nearly hear his husky whispers, telling you to ease up on his cock and let him fill you the way you wanted him to. You remember how he would guide you over the phone, telling you to touch yourself for him.
You fail to meet their gaze, pursing your lips. It wouldn't be wise to tell all these violent and stubborn men that you had a lover, especially since he was one of the reasons why you left the Philippines in the first place. But they know you well enough to realize that your silence means yes.
Draken scoffs, gritting his teeth. “Did you love him?” Of course, you did. You were naive and young. That was also the reason why you got involved with Toman in the first place. You’re silent once more, afraid of telling them the truth. You knew that allowing Baji and Mitsuya to take you to Mikey was a mistake.
What did you expect from a group of gang members?
“Was his dick bigger than mine?” Sanzu finally speaks up, an amused smile on his face as he watches you. “Still as blunt as ever I see.” You speak, rolling your eyes. His brows raise a little, surprise in his eyes at your blatant disrespect towards him. Some of them stifle their laughter, while others smirk.
“Seems like the pup’s lost all her manners,” Sanzu clicks his tongue in distaste. You mentally curse yourself for the attitude. Sanzu has always been big on loyalty and manners, a true brat tamer at heart. And you were his favourite little brat. How he would coo at you while you begged for him to stuff you, to finally give you what you’ve been begging for, only for him to stuff a vibrator up your cunt and leave you alone for an hour.
“Seems so,” Mikey hums in agreement, tapping his finger on the table. “I think punishment is needed. Don’t you all think so?” This causes all of the men to nod their heads, ganging up on you.
“ I don’t think that's fair—” A knife pressing against your throat forces you to bite your tongue. Sanzu towers over you with an almost manic smile on his face. He lowers his face until your lips are barely an inch from his and nuzzles himself between the juncture of your neck and shoulder.
A hot tongue darts out to lick at your skin, catching you off guard. “Taste so fuckin’ good, pup.” He groans. “I can just slice ya up right here. Carve my initials into your pretty skin to show everyone who you belong to. ‘M gonna show everyone that you belong to Toman. That you’re our cumdump. Forever ‘nd always, right?”
“Sanzu.” Mikey’s voice booms, startling you in the process. He backs away immediately, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Had it not been for Mikey your punishment would have been much worse, especially if it was from Sanzu. You turn your head to face Mikey to see him beckoning you over.
This wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. You make your way towards him, several men eyeing the movement of your hips. You take deep breaths to calm yourself down before you come to a stop right in front of him, refusing to meet his eyes.
He takes your hand into his own, caressing the skin of your palm before pulling you straight onto his lap, your legs being thrown over the armchair. He chuckles a little at the incredulous expression on your face. Mikey continues to caress your skin, mesmerized by the softness.
His fingers dance across the skin of your thighs, making their way up to your hips and under your shirt. You’d spend several hours with him like this, just caressing your skin and placing sweet kisses on your cheeks as you relaxed in his hold, relishing in his presence.
He paws at your shirttail, hiking it up to reveal the mid-sized tattoo adorning your hip. A tattoo of his name he had convinced you to get. “So everyone knows who you belong to.” He said back then. When you had first gotten it he’d spent hours admiring your inked skin and tracing the lines of his name with the tips of his fingers.
“You still belong to me, don’t you, angel?”
“...”
His brows raise in surprise. Your disobedience was to be expected, seeing as you’ve been away for some time but he expected some type of response at least. Mikey sighs in disappointment before the bored look in his eyes returns, arms dropping to his sides. Mitsuya and Chifuyu fight the urge to facepalm.
“Are ya gonna answer Mikey or what? I don’t think it’s fair that ya left us all up in the air and now ya won’t even answer our questions.” Baji growls, brows furrowed in frustration and anger. Of course, he was angry, you had abandoned him. You abandoned Toman and even up until now you still wanted to leave.
Mikey continues to pointedly stare at you. He lets out one last sigh before taking you into his arms, standing to gently place you on top of the table. “You can apologize now.” He deadpans, your heart hammering in your chest when he turns to his right-hand man. Mikey tilts his head to the side.
“Wanna take a go at ‘er Ken-chin?”
He rolls his shoulders before responding, a smirk gracing his handsome face. “Who am I to say no? I’m sure she’s missed me. Isn’t that right, little one?” He spits harshly, eyes piercing into yours as he stands from his chair, slipping in between you and Mikey to settle in the space between your plush thighs.
“Didja miss me?” Draken grins, eyes with a glint of want.
“‘Course I did, Ken,” A murmur barely heard by Draken himself. He kisses his teeth in annoyance. It was as if you were asking to be broken at this point. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, tongue eagerly delving into your mouth, desperate to feel you moan against him.
Your nails dig into the table, another mark joining the several others. Another memento to remind you of who you belonged to. Draken demands to be felt, he demands all of your attention, wants your senses to be clouded by him. His taste, his smell, his touch.
He pulls away from your lips, regretfully so. The sweet taste of your lips lingering on his tongue. He opts to pepper wet, hot kisses along the skin of your neck instead, clearly enjoying the way your fingers slide up his back, grabbing the base of his braid and pulling hard, just the way he likes it.
A gruff groan resounds in the room. You suddenly remember that you two aren’t alone, accompanied by several insatiable men who you have kept waiting for years. Men who have been waiting to have another taste of you. Men who held grudges against you and are hoping to punish you in their twisted ways.
Sanzu catches your attention. He’s the man you fear the most. His unpredictability was one of the things you hated about him. His twisted obsession with wanting to see you suffer had always been concerning, but a small part of you enjoyed it. The fear and adrenaline rushing through your veins as you try to guess what he was going to do next.
He has the gall to wink at you, even going as far as to place a ‘V’ sign with his fingers on the corners of his mouth, barely covering his scars that you’re so fond of. His tongue lolls out of his mouth and lewdly licks the space between his fingers, ignoring the thin trail of spit running down his wrist.
Fingers suddenly grip your chin, forcing you to look straight. “Pay attention to me, ‘kay?” You nod your head obediently, not wanting to anger them any further. How pathetic of you to allow yourself to fall back into their charms. Causing a ruckus only to come running back years later.
Draken gently pries your lips open with his thumb, pressing down against your tongue. Automatically, you take his finger inside your mouth, tongue flicking against the tip of it. A shaky breath falls from his lips.
“So fuckin’ slutty,”
He wastes no time getting your pants off of you, only leaving you in a lacy pair of panties. You feel yourself shiver at the cold air hitting your soaked cunt. Chifuyu groans and throws his head back, loving your cute little expressions that he’s missed so much. The longing look in your eyes told him just how bad you wanted them.
You wanna beg. You wanna beg so bad, let them take you and use your body for their pleasure. You want them to take advantage of you and make you cry, test your limits and as well as their own. Your facial expressions must’ve given you away because Draken’s eagerly sliding your panties down your legs.
His expression darkens at the sight of your pussy, drooling with your arousal as you suck his thumb a little harder. You feel dirty, spreading your legs for them and looking so vulnerable.
Draken brings a hand down on your clit, a loud smack startling a few members. A whimper falls from your lips, releasing his thumb in the process. He takes his slicked finger before gently rubbing your clit, biting his bottom lip.
“Hurry it up.” Someone hollers. Baji probably.
He scowls in response, swearing under his breath before starting to unbuckle his belt. Panic settles into your stomach when you realize he wasn’t going to prep you. “Wait—You have to stretch me out!” You squeak in alarm, your heart thudding in your chest.
He smirks, tilting his head to the side. “‘M sure your boy toy stretched ya out enough,” He grins when his length slaps against his abdomen, the tip flushed and bubbling with precum. He doesn’t make an effort to disrobe any further. You sputter in response. Surely you weren’t expected to take all eight inches of his cock without being prepared.
“Stop stutterin’ ‘nd show me those tits, little one.”
You quickly pull your shirt from your body, fingers undoing the clips of your bra to expose your breasts to his yearning eyes. Draken takes a sharp breath as he rakes his eyes down your bare figure. What he wouldn’t give to mark your skin, leave traces of him all over you to prove to others that you were taken.
You peek at him through your lashes, shyly watching his expression. His jaw clenches and he’s on you in seconds, large, heated hands spreading your thighs. His cock bobs when he takes a step toward you, lowering himself a little to tap at your cute button with the tip, a few drops of precum landing on your skin.
You dip a finger into the pool of precum that landed on your skin before popping your finger in your mouth, devouring the clean and salty taste of him on your tongue. You release your finger from your mouth with a pop, your tongue darting out to lick your finger when you’re roughly pushed down on the table.
“Keep fuckin’ teasin’ me, brat. See where that fuckin’ gets ya,” He snarls, lining his cock against your slit. His grip is tight, almost painful but that little display almost had him shooting cum all over himself. An erotic little thing you are.
He half expects you to cry but instead, he’s met with a slight smirk on your face. Only you would push Toman this far. You are the only woman able to reduce them to eager little pets, and you knew that. You may be the one subbing but you were the one who had them all leashed up.
“‘M not doin’ anything,'' You pout. God, you even have the fucking audacity to pout at him with your pretty bruised lips when he wants nothing but to fuck your throat, have you wrap your lips around his cock and choke on it. He wants drool running down your chin and tears running down your cheeks.
Mercilessly, he thrusts his cock deep inside you, a fervent look on his face when your back arches off of the table, your mons meeting his pubic bone. A choked moan leaves your lips when you feel the head pressing against your cervix. He’s filled you all the way but a couple of inches of his cock remain.
“F-Fuck.”
The way your pussy clenches down on his cock is gratifying. Draken’s eyes shut in bliss, his Adam's apple bobbing as he calms himself. He’s just as affected as you are. But a hand brushing itself against yours distracts you for a moment. Mitsuya tangles his fingers with yours, giving you a reassuring grin.
He signals you to let yourself go, to let them have you the way they want to. It would be easier that way, wouldn’t it? You send him a wink before pulling his hand closer, sticking your tongue out to take his fingers in your mouth. You lewdly suck at his fingers, taking them down your throat to show him your thanks.
He groans in his seat but allows you to continue playing with him. “You weren’t this bold in the car, so what changed?” You release his fingers with a loud pop and swallow all your excess spit, kindly giving him his hand back. With a close-eyed smile, you speak.
“I jus’ remembered how much I love being fucked by you guys,”
A harsh stinging pain blooms on your right cheek, only then realizing that Kazutora had slapped you right in the face. You bring a hand to your cheek, eyes wide and your mouth agape. Arousal floods your tummy, your pussy twitching around Draken’s cock.
“Aren’t you embarrassed? Spreading your legs so quickly for the same men you ran away from. The same men you despised. The same men who made your life hell,” A sinister laugh echoes in the room. “We’re the reason why everyone lost respect for you, but here you are, talkin’ ‘bout how much you miss being fucked by us.”
Tears gather in your eyes but your clit twitches in response. His deep and mocking voice affects you. Draken takes advantage of your unmoving body and slips his cock outside of you. The sudden loss of him stretching you has you turning your head, breaking eye contact with Kazutora.
“Ken!”
Kazutora laughs at your fucked out expression, pretty lips parted with your eyes rolled back into your skull. Draken runs his hand up your tummy and cups your breast as he continues to brutally fuck into you, the tip of his cock pounding against your cervix. His balls rhythmically slap against your ass.
Your hands grab his wrist in urgency, wanting to feel the rough pads of his fingers squeezing your throat. You place a soft kiss against his wrist before moving his hand to your throat. Draken gives an experimental squeeze, causing your breath to hitch.
Draken fastens his pace and as well and tightens his grip around your neck. A perverted grin replaces his usual smirk. He savours your pathetic little whines, a glutton for your cute little noises while he continues to defile your cunt.
“You gonna cum yet, doll?” Kazutora tilts his head to the side, his long hair flowing down his shoulders. It’s amusing to see you like this once more, reduced to nothing but a sloppy whore who can’t keep her legs closed. You truly do live up to your nickname.
Chills run down your spine as your orgasm continues to build, pressure in your lower abdomen increasing with each thrust Draken takes. You creep a hand between both your bodies, wanting to push yourself over the edge, flinching when your fingers meet your overly sensitive clit.
You choke out a gasp as you press tight circles against your cute little button. Curses leave your lips when Draken continuously rubs against your spot, your juices leaking down from your cunt and onto the table.
“Shit.” He swears, feeling his balls tighten when your cunt flutters around his cock. He can’t resist peering down at the space where you’re connected, the lewd image of your sopping wet cunt so easily accepting his fat cock far too much for him to handle, especially when you’re making such a cute face.
His unforgiving thrusts lose their precision when his orgasm nears. The pressure in your stomach is overwhelming, your body curling around Draken. Arms and legs wrapping around his massive figure as you use your legs to push him even deeper inside of you, wanting to feel his balls pressed against your perineum.
Your eyes widen when your orgasm slams into you, your pussy squirting and making a mess all over, soaking the table and Draken in the process. He pumps out a few more powerful thrusts before finally slumping over and burying his face between your neck, pulling his fingers away from your throat.
Draken leaves a few sloppy kisses on your throat and then pulls himself off of you. He slowly pulls himself out of you, eyes filled with intrigue as he focuses on your cunt, waiting to see just how much cum you took, wanting to see it drip out of you and on the table.
A few of them stand to peer at your abused cunt, wanting to see your cute little pussy all battered and used. You speed up the process by pressing down on the bulge in your tummy which causes a plentiful amount of cum to gush from your cunt. They groan in unison at the sight, visible tents in their pants.
You give them a few more seconds to ogle before you’re scooping up the mess in between your legs with your fingers and popping them into your mouth, moaning softly at the taste of you and Draken combined.
“So fuckin’ filthy.” He cusses before pressing one last kiss to your forehead and moving back, allowing the others to take their turn with you. A calloused pair of hands run themselves up to your thighs while a figure climbs on top of the table and settles behind you, their cold fingers groping your tits.
Even with your bleary vision, you can easily tell who is who. Baji who’s already on your cunt, slurping and sucking the mess on your lips while Chifuyu leaves lovebites along your shoulders.
Soft moans permeate throughout the room as Baji continues, his fingers digging into your thighs to prevent you from escaping his mouth. How he dreamt of tasting you once more. There wasn’t a day where Baji didn’t regret not spending a day just eating you out, enjoying your essence sliding down his throat while you pulled at his hair.
Baji gives one last suckle to your lips before he’s pulling off of you with a resounding smack. Wordlessly, he climbs on top of the table and places your thighs on his, leaning closer to Chifuyu who only looks at him with curious eyes.
Baji cups Chifuyu’s cheek and pries his mouth open with his thumb, Chifuyu’s tongue automatically lolling out of his mouth. Baji gathers the mix of cum in his mouth and lets it drool onto his awaiting tongue, moaning at the taste.
Chifuyu swallows your essence eagerly and turns your head to lock lips with you, his tongue heatedly caressing yours. He swallows your soft moans as he tweaks with your buds, Baji watching eagerly. He swears under his breath and finally gives in to his desires, pulling his cock from his pants and grabbing it at the base, giving it slow pumps.
You finally pull away from Chifuyu to gaze at Baji under your lashes, lids heavy until you catch the sight of Baji’s pierced cock. A ladder of piercings make their way from his base and up and just under his frenulum, his tip pink and glistening with arousal.
“How do ya want us, pet?” He tilts his head while grinning, showcasing his fangs.
Heat creeps up your cheeks at his handsome face, your eyes averting his teasing gaze in hopes of cooling yourself down, but you make eye contact with Chifuyu, flustering you even further. Taking a shaky breath, you speak meekly.
“‘Wan’ both of you inside me,”
Chifuyu dares to chuckle at you, at least having the decency to turn his face away from you while Baji continues to laugh in your face, surprised with your bold request. You’ve become quite the enigma.
“Can you take both of us, pretty girl?”
Baji slides a hand up your thigh and roughly squeezes the flesh of your thigh, his usual smirk plastered on his face. “Of course she can,” He swoops down and pecks your bottom lip lightly. “Can’t you, pet?” Mockingly, he asks, knowing just how stubborn you are.
Brows furrowed, you grit your teeth and spit out a small “Yes”. They both coo at you, enjoying how easily they’re able to push your buttons. Chifuyu is the first to move, gently pushing you off of him and onto Baji as he makes work of his belt, sliding the rough material down his thighs to reveal his underwear with a wet patch staining the center.
You can’t help but turn your head to gaze at him, not when he was making a show out of stripping his clothes. Chifuyu lowers his boxers just until they’re under his balls. His cock stands proud with precum sliding down his length. You barely restraining yourself from sucking him down, craving the feeling of his long cock lodged between your throat.
He gives himself a few pumps before he’s making eye contact with you. Eyes widening in shock, you turn your head slightly, ashamed to have been caught staring. But he just gives you his usual charming and boyish smile and he’s pulling you back into his arms, Baji allowing you to go freely.
His cock feels hot against your lower back. Sneakily, you creep a hand behind you and wrap your hand around the girth, thumb gently swiping at the tip. Chifuyu hisses at the contact, wishing you’d do more but Baji’s impatient and already lining himself up against your opening.
Before he goes any further, he pauses and makes himself comfortable, laying on his back and reckoning you to get on top. You’re facing Mikey now, his eyes intensely watching you as you sink yourself on Baji’s pierced cock, the ridges of his piercings cause you to go rigid and pathetically grab at Baji’s hands, needing the comfort of physical contact.
When he finally makes it to the hilt, you’re gently reminded of Chifuyu who has his stiff cock resting against your ass. His arms encircle your waist to pull you up a little, giving him space to join Baji inside you.
“Tell me to stop if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”
You nod and kiss his shoulder in thanks, bracing yourself for the stretch. He’s not as thick as Baji but he has quite the length. Chifuyu grunts when he finally gets the head inside, meanwhile your eyes go wide and your hold on Baji tightens immensely. A gasp leaves your pretty lips and you see Mikey’s mouth twitch, almost smiling.
“You okay, pretty girl?” Chifuyu checks in once more, pulling you out of your trance. But you still nod, knowing you’d be more than able to take both men. And you’re back to Mikey. He’s leaning in his chair, cheek resting on his fist. He almost seems bored but a glimmer of amusement in his eyes tells you otherwise.
“Shit!” A cry is pulled from your lips when Chifuyu plunges himself into you, his hips having been pushed by Sanu who had gotten a little impatient. Your mouth is shaped in an ‘O’, tears sliding down your cheeks in shock. The pain was bearable but you were taken by surprise, not expecting to be filled so quickly.
Mitsuya shoots Sanzu a displeased look, the man only shrugging and smirking in response. Sanzu places his eyes on you once more and licks his lips. “She was takin’ too long and I want my turn already.” He grins.
“F-Fuck—S’too much, Kei!” A sob wracks your figure. Chifuyu smoothly pulls you into his chest and places his chin on your shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to calm you down, not wanting you to panic. Baji attempts to comfort you by tracing circles on your hand and pressing soft kisses on your fingertips.
“Doin’ so well, takin’ our cocks so good.” He praises, brows furrowed in concentration as the sensation of Chifuyu’s cock rubbing against him has his balls twitching, already nearing his end. “Are you cumming already, Baji-san?” Chifuyu teases, a taunting smirk on his lips as he peers down at Baji.
“Looks like he’s ‘bout to blow his load.” Mitsuya joins in.
“Shut yer asses up ‘fore I get up and beat you.” He yells, pushing himself up on his elbows suddenly. “Keisuke!” Your nails dig into the fabric of his shirt as your eyes flutter shut in pleasure, cunt squeezing both of their cocks.
They both groan in unison, lengths closely pressed against one another. Baji’s hands fly to the flesh of your thighs, his blunt nails digging harshly into your skin. He’s trying so hard not to finish too early, but sitting here, watching you be used by his friends pushed him much closer to the edge than he thought it would. Your little moment against the car and in the car didn’t help either.
Catching your breath, your eyes flutter shut. You focus on breathing, trying to ignore the feeling of your cut being stretched. Slowly, you pull yourself off of their cocks, ignoring the slick that drips down onto their balls. They shudder in unison, pleasure shooting up their spines as they feel your silky walls clamp down on them.
The expression on Baji’s face amuses you. His head is almost thrown back with his brows furrowed, sweat gathering on his forehead as he tries his best to hold out and try to make you cum before him. Unable to resist teasing him, you brace yourself and plunge. You bite your lip, muffling a moan. Chifuyu curses and nuzzles his face against your shoulder while Baji bows forward, burning his face against your shoulder. He nips your skin in retaliation, dragging his fangs against your skin.
“Just cum, Keisuke. I know you can’t hold it.”
Baji only glares at you in response, knowing that you were right. “Be a good boy and cum for me Keisuke,” You bat your lashes at him prettily, rocking your hips against him. Your movement quickens with each slide, craving to see him fall apart beneath you.
Lowering your head, you whisper hotly into his ear.
“Cum if you love me.”
For good measure, you slither a hand down and cup his balls, gently squeezing his testes as you continue to fuck yourself onto them. Sending a wink in his direction, you place your free hand on your mons and use your fingers to spread your lips, showing him how full you are. Especially with the cute belly bulge just inches above your pussy.
With a gruff moan, he paints your insides white, thick cum spurting from his tip and coating your inside as well as Chifuyu’s cock. In seconds, you’re comforting him, telling him he did so well for you, your good boy. He flashes you a toothy grin and pulls you in for a kiss, slowly pulling himself out of your hot cunt and getting off the table, allowing others to finally get their hands on you.
“Sorry, love. We’re gonna need a lil help,” Mitsuya hums. Kazutora’s beside him, an innocent smile on his face. You then realize that they’ve both taken their cocks out of their constraints. Nodding eagerly, you take them into your hands, a mewl slipping from your lips when Chifuyu’s tip presses tightly against your cervix.
“Almost there, pretty girl.” He pants from behind you, fingers tweaking your nipples as you softly pump their cocks. Mitsuya’s brows furrow in rapture, bottom lip tucked under his teeth as he eagerly watches you fist his cock, looking at him through your pretty lashes.
Kazutora can’t help but hiss when your tongue dips into his slit, savouring the flavour of his precum while you continue to fist his cock. You do your best to give them equal attention, not wanting the other to feel left out. Taking a deep breath, you prepare yourself and slide him down your throat, nose pressing into his abdomen.
“Y’know, you look prettier with a cock in your mouth.”
You moan around his cock in response, cunt dripping with a mix of arousal and cum. Perspiration gathering around your hairline. He places his hands behind your head and shoves himself even further down your throat, finding joy in your tears.
“She really does. Real sluts look the prettiest while sucking dick.” Mitsuya affirms, nodding his head while giving you a cheeky smile. In return, you harshly thumb his slit, spreading his precum around the head which causes a hiss of surprise to come from him.
Kazutora’s grip falters after a few seconds, allowing you to pull back and take a breath of air. You barely have a moment to cough when the tight coil in your stomach snaps once more, pussy fluttering around Chifuyu’s cock.
His grip on your hip tightens when he feels his balls twitch. He’s dying to fill you up, soak your inside with a mix of his and Baji’s cum. How we would love for you to get pregnant, to stroll the streets of Tokyo with your tummy round and full of his child.
“Take it. Take it. Fuck. Fuckin’ take it—“ He pushes out a few more thrusts before he’s slumping over your back, cum spurting right against your cervix, mewling at the hot and creamy consistency.
Hurriedly, you gently pull the cocks in your hand closer, using your tongue to lather spit onto the heads, stroking the remaining inches and occasionally fondling their balls. Chifuyu stays put inside of you, keeping you plugged up until both men are ready to fill you.
Peering up at them, you deal the finishing blow. With a pout on your lips and your best puppy eyes, you speak. “Please fill me up with your cum and make me yours,”
“You fuckin’ minx.”
“Get her on her back, Chifuyu,” Mitsuya commands, gently pushing you off of him and Kazutora as Chifuyu pulls out and gets you on your back as quickly as he can to prevent any leakage.
They’re met with your abused and puffy cunt, cum painting your labia and nearly trickling down to your cute back hole. They grin at the sight, knowing that you’d be holding in their cum next. It was almost a tradition with them. There was just something about creaming your pussy that they loved.
You’re holding the back of your thighs to keep yourself spread open for them as they push themselves to the edge, Mitsuya getting there first. He swiftly pushes Kazutora to the side and makes a home between your thighs, quickly sliding his cock in and managing a few pumps before he paints your inside, eyes shutting in euphoria.
“Shit— Your pussy’s so hungry for my cum, it’s sucking me in, love.” He murmurs, placing a kiss on your cheek as he emptied himself inside of you, copious amounts of semen shooting from his tip.
You’re both panting, staring into each other’s eyes when he gives you a final kiss and allows Kazutora to take his place between your legs, easily slipping himself inside your slick entrance, a few drops of cum leaking onto the table.
He cusses at the feeling of your pussy immediately fluttering around him, trying to milk him for all he’s worth as your nails dig into his arms. The heels of your feet dig into his lower back, pushing him to ravage you and use you for his pleasure, to which he has no qualms.
His thrusts are harsh and animalistic, almost uncaring of your pleasure had it not been for him sneaking tight circles on your clit. You slide your hands up his arms and tangle your fingers in his hair, gingerly pulling him into a sweet kiss, a contrast from his harsh ministrations.
His eyes widen slightly, body going rigid at your sudden kiss but he soon relaxes into your hold, slowing his thrusts as well as he swipes his tongue against your bottom lip and slips it inside and caresses yours. A soft moan is pulled from your lips, unconsciously arching into his figure. Kazutora wasn’t overly famous for being gentle and sweet, but he had his moments.
But they’re only with you.
Pulling away slowly, you bat your lashes at him. His thumb is immediately rubbing at your kiss swollen lips, breaking the gossamer string of spit connected to his mouth. “Please, Kazu.” You pout before speaking once more. “I’m all yours, Kazutora.” A smile graces your lips when you’re met with his incredulous expression, jaw hanging with his eyes wide open.
He finds himself unable to respond, riddled with shock. Instead, he quickened his pace, placing his hands on your love handles, littering your chest with sloppy, wet kisses as he mumbles sweet nothings against your glistening skin. Placing a hand on his head, you encourage him to cum, to release all his potent sperm and possibly get you pregnant with his seed.
“‘M cummin’.” He growls one last time before shooting his load. He fills you up to the brim, a small bulge forming in your tummy from the sheer amount of cum that was pumped into you, and you weren’t even close to finishing yet.
He smiles at you and kisses your sweaty forehead before pushing himself off, his mood immediately improved. You stifle a laugh at his swift change, amusement swirling in your eyes until you realize who’s next.
Gulping, you let your eyes trail over his tall figure, eyes shaking at the sight of the gun strapped on his belt. He’s wearing a wide grin on his face, eyes nearly shut in delight when he waves you over. Speedily, you hop off the table and make your way towards him, unwilling to make him wait when you’re aware of just how impatient he is.
His cock is already freed from its confines when you stand in front of him. It’s as long as Draken’s except he’s uncut and much thicker at the base. Warmth rushes to your cheeks when you lay your eyes on his piercing. A magic cross. You remember that he had gotten it a few months before you had left.
“C’mere, puppy. ‘Wanna see you up close.”
Immediately, you climb into his lap, the sticky mess between your legs causing you to flinch until an idea pops into your head. With a bewitching smirk, you place your hands on his shoulders and place your knees on either side of his thighs and clench your walls. This causes a generous amount of cum to fall from your lips and onto the head of his cock, sliding down to his balls.
“Holy shit.” You hear Baji cuss. All of their eyes are building out of their sockets with their jaws dropped. All their cheeks have a fair amount of pink coating their skin as they continue to stare at your lewd display. A cloud of lust glazes over your eyes, staring them down while subtly rutting your sopping cunt against his tip.
“For you, Haruchiyo.”
Several sharp inhales resound through the room. Your mouth twitches into a small smirk as you turn your gaze away from the audience and to Sanzu, prettily batting your lashes at him. He may act dominant but you are the one who has him in the palms of your hands, ready to pick him apart and place him back together. Whatever your heart desires.
He stays silent, stoic expression on his face before he’s cupping the back of your skull and pulling you in for a sweet kiss, immediately catching your bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling. A wandering hand makes its way down your backside and rests itself against the supple skin of your ass, blunt nails digging into your fleshy behind.
Sanzu’s tongue dips inside your mouth, pulling you deeper into him. You allow yourself to fall deeper into his trap, body relaxing against his chest. The feeling of a pill being pushed into your mouth causes your eyes to snap open in alarm. Desperately, you attempt to break the kiss. He retaliates by tightening his grip on the back of your skull, keeping you firmly pressed against him until the pill sits on the back of your tongue.
For good measure, he pulls back and instantaneously gathers spit into his mouth. He purses his lips before spitting a glob right on your tongue and places a hand over your mouth, preventing you from even attempting to spit it out. You begrudgingly swallow the pill, wincing at the dryness of your throat.
Your anxiety skyrockets when you realize that you’re unaware of what you were just forced to swallow, the gravity of the situation settling deep into the pit of your stomach. Sanzu flashes you a wide grin, pressing a kiss on your cheek and thanking you for your lovely present.
“You drugged me…”
“Don’t act like it’s the first time, pup.”
Sanzu delivers an unforgiving blow against the soft skin of your ass which causes a garbled mewl of pleasure to fall from your bruised lips. You tighten your hold on his shoulders, head falling against his chest. You knew that you had at least thirty minutes before the drug took effect.
It wasn't for him to enjoy. It was for Mikey. You turn to the side and peer at Mikey through your lashes, watching as his lips quirk up into a tiny smirk. He always preferred you drugged up, saying that you were much more compliant and honest with your thoughts and feelings.
“I’ll make this quick, yeah? I know you miss Mikey’s cock,” He kisses your temple. “You can make it up to me by helping me test out these new nipple clamps I got—Oh I got us so many toys to play with—I even got us a spreader bar!” He continues to gush, eyes wide with a perverted blush spreading across his cheeks.
You’ve almost forgotten just how enthusiastic he can be. With a sigh, you move your hips at a slow pace, wanting to make him as quick as you can before the drugs kick in. You’d rather not be in his hands while high. Memories filter through your mind which causes you to shudder. This goes unnoticed by Sanzu.
“Please,” You bat your lashes. “Use me, Haurchiyo.”
With an almost maniacal chuckle, he grips your hips and pulls you off his cock until only the tip is left, you’re then pulled down, hips meeting the back of your thighs with a loud smack. You mewl his name, throwing your head back. From the corner of your eye, you see Mikey, his eyes never leaving your figure.
It continues like this for a while, Sanzu using you like his personal pocket pussy to get himself off. But each time either he or you approach your high, he edges you. Sanzu wants to stall you, wants to wait until the drugs hit to get a little taste of you, just a small taste. Despite what he said about Mikey, he wants nothing more than to keep you for himself, use you as his little gun slut and make you cum all over him.
You’re starting to feel lighter, giddier. Your pupils dilate and your body is filled with excitement and suddenly the pleasure doubles. You feel so good. His piercings are digging into your plush insides and he feels so hot inside of you. He’s making you feel so good and you want nothing more than to be a good girl for him, let him use you in any way he wants.
“So fuckin’ cute—You really are a puppy.”
“‘M your puppy,”
His brows raise in surprise, mouth twitching into a little smile. You already know what he’s going to say. What he’s going to ask you. You’ve been asked this several times and each time you answered correctly you were praised, an onslaught of compliments being thrown your way. Tilting his head, he cups your cheek and speaks.
“What do you love most?” A thumb rubs against your spit-slicked lips, gently pulling it down to reveal your pink tongue which darts between your lips and licks at his thumb, a groan rumbling in his chest. With heavy-lidded eyes and a pretty smile, you give and answer—the correct answer.
“I love gangbangs with Toman,”
Your ears are blessed with the sound of his laughter and then you’re being kissed, his tongue being shoved into your mouth as he kisses you messily, fucking up into your cunt. Your orgasm approaches steadily, building up faster from all the edging you were put through.
The cold metal of the barrel of his gun pressing against your temple causes you to flinch, freezing up in his hold, but his hips don't cease for one moment. He hisses when he feels your nails embed themselves into the skin of his shoulders. He grunts out several pleas of “more”, wanting nothing but to wear your marks.
“Shit, your cunts squeezin’ me so tight ‘m gonna fill you up—”
“Do it. Do it, please!”
Your eyes roll back into their sockets, drool leaking from the side of your mouth as your cunt clamps down on his length, toes curling from the pleasure shooting up your spine and spreading through your body.
“Bet ya wanted me to pull the trigger, don’t you? Just blow your brains out after you make me cum,” He kisses your drooly lips and hands his gun to Mikey who silently places it somewhere behind him, still watching. “Too bad. I like you too much to get rid of you.” With one last sputtering thrust, he releases his seed into you, hot cum splashing against your poor, battered cervix.
Sanzu continues to fuck his cum into you slowly, whispering sweet promises against your throat but you’re too fucked out to understand, feeling as if cottons been stuffed into your ears. You don’t realize that you’re being placed in another person's lap until you finally raise your head and gaze into Mikey’s obsidian eyes.
Your breath hitches at the sight of him, amusement swirling in his dark eyes as he stares down at you. Being in his arms makes you want him, makes you wanna be his only girl. You want him to touch you, to make you his angel the way he did back then. You want to wear his name proudly and show others that you belonged to Toman and Toman alone.
“Mikey...want you,”
“You don’t deserve it.” He seethes, turning his head away from you, similar to a displeased child would. Your bottom lip thrusts out as you suddenly feel the need to cry. He only kisses his teeth in response. Soon, you have fat tears sliding down your cheeks, hands clutching the fabric of his shirt for dear life.
“P-Please, Mikey wan’ you so bad please, please!”
Mikey sighs and rolls his eyes before gently pushing you off of his lap. Your sobs intensify, thinking that he was rejecting you. You wrap your arms around his neck to prevent him from pushing you off any further. He swears under his breath before finally standing up with you still hanging onto him.
Your eyes widen when you feel yourself being placed down onto the cold surface of the table, Mikey slowly slipping away from your grip. You’re too disoriented to get down and place yourself back on his lap. Pathetic moans continue to leave your lips as you make grabby hands at him, begging for him to pick you up and stick his cock into you.
“Touch yourself. Show me how much you want me.”
Immediately, you oblige, eager to show him just how bad you wanted to be filled by him, to show him just how much you missed him. Nimble fingers make their way down to your mons, palm resting just above your clit as your fingers spread your arousal-coated lips, globs of cum sliding down your ass and onto the table.
A high-pitched keen falls from your lips when you sink two fingers into your hole, curling your fingers just right to press against your sweet spot. Your eyes flutter shut, getting lost in your pleasure as you take your time. But he continues to sit there, his bored expression back on his face, even pulling out Sanzu’s gun to analyze it.
It stings to see him ignore you, to find a gun more interesting than your lewd display. This only fuels you to go further, to moan louder, to beg even harder. Slowly, you can feel him cracking under his facade, his fingers twitching against the barrel of the gun when you moan his name, begging for him to give you both what you’ve been craving.
“Manjiro, please.”
In seconds, he’s on his feet and in between your thighs, gun still in hand. His lips purse in disdain, brow furrowed in contemplation before he puts a warm, calloused hand on your thigh. He traces soft circles against the expanse of your skin causing a soft moan to erupt from your lips.
His eyes snap back to your face, his expression still unreadable. “Do you think you deserve it, angel?” He presses a kiss on your cheek. “Do you really think you deserve my cock?” A kiss on the corner of your mouth. “My love?” He hovers about your lips, denying you of the pleasure.
Ashamed and unable to answer, you avoid his gaze, turning your face away from his. Mikey cups your cheek with his palm and turns your head towards him. You’re silenced by the press of his lips against yours, catching your bottom lip with his teeth and gently nibbling on the plush skin.
The cold barrel of Sanzu’s gun rubs against your lips, covering the gun in your sticky arousal. You have half the mind to beg Mikey to fuck you with the gun but you’d rather not take the risk. For now, at least. He rubs the freezing tip against your pulsing clit, oversensitive from the previous orgasms that were forced out of you.
His tongue dips into your mouth, sliding against your pink muscle. It draws on like this for some time, with Mikey just kissing you whilst teasing your slit with the gun. Impatience gets the best of you when you undo his buckle before he even realizes what you’re doing. You understand that you’re meant to be punished but you couldn’t help it, now when it’s Mikey.
Surprisingly, he allows you to undress him, half-lidded eyes watching you with a slight glare when you strip him bare, hissing at the cold air hitting his wet cock. The tip has a nice flush with several beads of pre dripping down the side. You softly moan at the sight of the fat vein running up the underside of his cock, craving to feel his length lodged deep inside your throat.
You softly exhale on his cock, watching as he visibly shudders while still keeping his displeased face. You apologize by pressing wet, hungry kisses against the side of his cock, cheekily flicking your tongue against the veins and making your way down to his balls, cupping his firm sacs with your palm.
Gently, you take the gun from his grip and make a show of cleaning it up with your tongue. With a flick of your wrist, you throw the firearm back to its rightful owner, making sure to leave a nice amount of slick for him to enjoy.
Leaning on your back, you spread yourself for him, hands holding the backs of your thighs while you wait for him to stuff you full. With a soft plea of his name, he begrudgingly grabs the base and sinks his cock inside you, wincing at the tight hold your cunt has on him. Mikey’s brows twitch when he sees your smug expression, obviously thinking you won.
“Do...do you feel good?”
“I’ve had better while you were gone.”
And with that, your heart was broken. Tears are streaming down your face, blurring your vision as you attempt to push him off of you, but he’s an unmoving wall. Desperately, you do your best to pull yourself off of his cock, feeling sick to your stomach at the thought of being second place in Mikey’s heart.
But he pins you down, keeps you on his cock as he continues to watch you cry. “They felt so good. Such good girls for me. They worshipped my cock so well, even taking it down their throats.” He’s taunting you, purposely hurting your feelings to get back at you for the pain you caused him during your absence, but your insecurities plague your mind, telling you that there was someone else for Mikey, someone better than you.
“G-Get away! Get off!”
Mikey continues to fuck you, fingers bruising your hips as the backs of his thighs meet your ass with a smack. Your legs are pulled and wrapped around his tiny waist, allowing him to reach even deeper inside of you. He loves the way you cry for him, loves how honest you are with your feelings and body.
He knows you love him. Knows you love Toman more than you love yourself. He feels a sick sense of satisfaction knowing that he has such an impact on you, that you still love him the way you did then. That nothing has changed. You’re still his sweet little angel.
“So fuckin’ pretty when you cry.” He kisses your tears away. “Let me hear you beg for me, angel. Let me hear how much you want me, how much I mean to you. I know you’re still my good girl.”
“H-Hands—Mikey, hands. Please, wan’ hold your hand s’bad.” You mindlessly babble, making grabby hands at him as the drugs hit full force. You’re unsure of what’s happening anymore. If he’s telling the truth or if he’s just trying to get a reaction out of you. But it hurts, it hurts so much. Is this what they felt when you left?
A pair of warm calloused hands lace themselves with yours and you’re sobbing even harder. You’re apologizing, telling every one of them that you loved them so much. That you thought of them each day you were apart and that you would never wanna leave them again, that you never wanted to be away from their sides.
A pair of hands come into view when you realize that something is being put around your neck. Unconsciously, you feel around and gasp when you feel the familiar silver of your necklace that were gifted to you from them. You wouldn’t be Toman’s cumdump without the necklace that had their gang name engraved on it.
“You're lucky boss kept your necklace, I was thinking about branding that pretty little ass of yours.” Sanzu spits, pressing a soft kiss on the skin of your neck and moving away, but not without a nice, harsh squeeze to your throat.
A wide smirk stretches across Mikey’s face and he’s quickening his pace, slipping a hand between your bodies and pressing hot, tight circles against your clit as you sob into his chest, incoherent babbles falling from your lips. A gruff grunt resounds throughout the room when you finally cum around his cock, clamping down on his length.
“Just a bit more, angel. So good for me.”
His movements start to lose their coordination, hips stuttering with each stroke as he tries to savour the feeling of your pussy. You’re long passed out but he has to get there. He’s so close. So close that he can taste it, he can feel his high tingling on the tips of his fingers. He just needs a push.
“Who owns you, angel?”
“M-Mikey! Toman! ‘M Toman’s cumdumpster!”
His eyes dart down to your fucked out expression, your eyes rolled back with the combination of drool leaking down your chin. He’s done for. He’s slumped over, abs twitching as he fills your puffy pussy up with his cum. His balls are tightening as they’re emptied inside of you. You’re so cute, even with the bits of dried cum and drool covering the expanse of your whole body. He can’t help but smile. You’re finally home and back in his arms.
“My pretty angel. There's no one else for me. I’m glad that you’ve learned your lesson.”
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“I’ve been tryin’ to contact you—who’s that?”
Mikey wasn’t expecting to see his older brother, especially when you lay in his lap, only covered in Baji’s oversized sweater. He feels his brother’s stare on your figure and stares back at him, surprise on his face. Mikey’s brows furrowed in confusion.
“Do you know her, Izana?”
Izana’s eyes run over your figure once more, making sure that you were you. He hadn’t seen you since you ran from him in the Philippines. Apparently, you had a habit of running away from your lovers. Would you still run away from him? He wonders. But the bigger question was, how can he steal you away from his brother?
He sighs. You’re still as beautiful as you were since the day he met you. He’s been searching for you, using all resources he had at hand to just find a trace of you, to prove to himself that you had existed. That the perfect woman for him was out there, waiting for him to find them.
A smirk graces his handsome face and his eyes crinkle shut. He places both of his hands behind his back, reaching for his hidden pistol as Mikey watches him under curious eyes. Flashing his brother one last grin, he replies.
hihi!! i was wondering if its possible to do a headcanon for mikey, draken, chifuyu, kazutora, and takashi (mitsuya), where they’re returning to their lover’s home in the middle of the night after a fight they had because of (any reason, maybe someone else talking bad about them so the boys defend their name) and they patch them up? just some fluffy stuff with the boys growing sleepy and falling asleep on them as they do so? 🥺 thank you lots, tee!!
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: sobsobsob imagine them defending your pride ugh he’s a keeper if he does bye
✿ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘 pouts when you pull out the rubbing alcohol, grabbing your wrist and eyeing it unhappily. “i don’t need that,” he argues. with a scowl, you snatch your hand out of his grip, narrowing your eyes at him as you dab some onto a gauze. “mikey, it’s three am, i’m not in the mood to argue. don’t get into fights so often if you don’t like the clean up,” you grumble, pressing it to the gash on his side, making him hiss and grit his teeth. “ow! i defend your honor and this is my thanks?” he whines, dropping his head to your shoulder. pausing, you bring a hand to his head, threading through the messy locks as you take in his words. “defending my—you fought for that?” nodding, he hugs your waist, pressing soft kisses to your neck. “well, yeah. had to teach ‘em.” you pull away, sighing as you take in his appearance, frowning when you notice bruises appearing that hadn’t been there earlier. furrowing you’re eyebrows, you shake your head. “that’s not worth getting into a—” but he cuts you off immediately. “i was gentle this time. next time i won’t be,” he says firmly, and you know it’s useless arguing. and even if a part of you crumbles at the sight of him hurt, your heart flutters at how he protects you even when you’re not there. with a sigh, you kiss his nose before pulling him back into a hug, rubbing his back and threading through his hair with your fingers while he yawns into the crook of your neck. slowly, he grows limp in your hold, making you chuckle as you decide to let him stay like that for a bit.
✿ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔 groans as you wrap the bandage around his arm tightly, watching as you look up at him with pursed lips. “keep that the way i put it, okay?” you say sternly, making him sigh defeatedly. “fine. told you i was fine though,” he mumbles, offering you a hasty smile when you glare. “any other injuries i should know about? and don’t hide them,” you warn, making him ponder for a moment before he smiles smugly at you. pointing to his busted lip, he pouts. “my lip’s in bad condition. i need you to fix it.” rolling your eyes, you can’t fight off your grin. “oh? how exactly?” he pokes your forehead, making you laugh and gently shove his hand away. “you know how,” he insists. with a shake of your head, you press a few light pecks to his lip before gently nudging him into your bed, helping him strip off his shirt and settle under the blanket. you follow right after and let him lay on your chest as you card your fingers through his hair. “don’t be mad, okay? i wasn’t looking for trouble. they just made trouble dragging your name into it,” he grumbles, yawning as his eyelids feel heavier from the soothing drag of your nails across his scalp. your heart melts at the lengths he’d went through for your sake, hugging him closer. “you always get into trouble. gotta keep my eye on you, always,” you chuckle, making him smile into your shirt as you tug the blanket over his body and cover him better as he loses himself to sleep, you pressing one last kiss to his forehead.
✿ 𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐀 knocks on your window apologetically, quietly stepping in and pecking your lips before following you to the bathroom. rubbing some dirt off his cheek, your face drops as you take in the cuts littering his collarbone, making his heart squeeze. “sorry, baby,” he mumbles sheepishly. “i told you to be careful,” you frown, helping him tug his shirt over his shoulders. “i was trying. but then they brought you up and i kinda lost it,” he rubs his neck, leaning into your hand when you cradle his face. he presses a soft kiss to your palm, offering you a reassuring smile. you sigh, bringing out the first aid kit and pulling out things you’ll need, only to be stopped by him bringing you into his chest, letting your cheek press against his bare skin. “you should’ve dropped it, you know. don’t want you hurt for my sake,” you say softly, making him scoff. “think i’m weak? that can’t even defend my baby’s name, huh?” giggling, you shake your head, grabbing his face and squeezing his cheeks together gently. pressing a soft kiss to his lips, you comb your fingers through his hair before you tend to his wounds, his expression soft as he admires you. somehow, mitsuya always finds a way to lighten the air, and you feel yourself soften at his loyalty. “you know that’s not what i meant,” you huff. he hums, leaning his head against the wall and dozing off, making you catch his head as it lolls forward, rolling your eyes with a smile as he grins sheepishly again. “sorry, ‘m drained,” he whispers, following you as you drag him to bed and pull him in with you.
✿ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 stalks in quietly, not meeting your gaze, his eyes downcast on the floor as you sigh. it’s quiet as you stand between his legs, him sat in the bathroom with his shirt off, watching as you carefully clean the cuts and bandage them. “here, hold this,” you quietly murmur, pressing an ice pack to a particularly bad bruise. “thanks,” he mumbles. he still doesn’t meet your eyes, guilt creeping up on him when he notices you stifle a yawn, but gently, you gather his face in your hands, thumb tracing the edge of a cut on his cheek. “what was it this time, ken?” he almost thinks you’re tired of him for a moment, but the delicate kiss to his forehead makes him relax, reminding him you’re still here. his free arm wraps around your torso as he leans his forehead against yours. “had some low-life’s mention you. taught ‘em a lesson,” he grumbles, and you can hear the slight edge to his voice as he remembers the events. shaking your head, you fight back a smile—because draken’s always there, even when he’s not, and it makes your heart beat erratically. “you’re so dumb,” you huff, but he hears the smile in your words, and one of his own stretch across his lips too. “yeah, right. you’re welcome,” he chuckles, relishing in the soft kisses you place along his jaw as you hold his face. eyes closed and growing heavy, his breath starts to slow, making you tap his cheek gently. “don’t sleep here, you idiot,” you chide, making his lips pout slightly, groaning as he rubs his eyes. “come on, i’m tired,” he grabs your hand, bringing you to lay on your bed as he curls around your body.
✿ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀 clutches onto your shirt as you turn to clean up the materials, making you turn to him in concern. gently brushing away a few strands of hair from his face, you grab his hand, gliding your thumb over his knuckles. “what’s wrong? something hurt? i can—” he cuts you off, leaning his head into your shoulder, burying his face into your neck. “no, nothing’s wrong. just stay,” he murmurs, making a soft smile paint your face as you rub his back soothingly, being careful not to apply too much pressure to his bruises. sighing, you kiss his temple, glancing down at the bloodied gauzes. “you need to be smarter about the fights you pick. that was way too many people to take on alone,” you scold gently. kazutora frowns into your skin, hugging you tighter, shaking his head. “no, they brought you into it. nobody gets away with that,” he mutters. and you know you’re precious to him, it’s no secret, he makes sure to remind you how important you are, how much of an impact you bring to his life—but times like these remind you how much of an impact he has on you too. he’s always put it all on the line for you. “i love you, you know. i don’t like it when you’re hurt,” you whisper, and he slumps more weight into you, nuzzling deeper into your warmth as you encompass him with your embrace. he lets out a soft snore, making you sigh, shaking your head with a chuckle—but you don’t have the heart to wake him just yet, eyes softening as you take in his features for a bit.
Of all Hawks’ secrets, you are the most well-kept.
Version: Female Reader version | Male Reader Version
Links: Gifset (art only) | Mood Music
NIGHTHAWK
Rating: Explicit | Word Count: 13k | Art: 14 animations, 2 stills
(Technically no spoilers, but if you aren’t caught up on the events of the manga you’ll be missing important context. The fic takes place after Hawks’ meeting with the commission.)
Synopsis: Casual was the word you used when you first agreed to sleep together. As weeks turned into months turned into a year, those quick and dirty nights blossomed into private moments that earned him little pieces of you.
Warnings: Dom!Hawks, Nurse!Reader, animalistic behavior, rough sex, quirk/feather play, light bondage, biting, praise kink, hurt/comfort, secret relationship, talk of past lovers, mentions of death, panic attacks, PTSD, mention of a past, non-canon event.
Spicy, then bitter, then sweet.
There was nothing exceptional about your life from an outsider’s perspective. You lived in an apartment on the outskirts of Jaku City, unmarried and childless. During the day you attended medical school where you studied for your doctorate. During the evening you worked as a nurse in the intensive care unit. Then, when you were home, you sat alone for dinner at a kitchen table meant for two.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
For the past year, however, an occasional tap at your sixteenth-story window would break up the lonely monotony. The tap was quite a scandalous secret, not that anyone would believe you if you let it slip. Even you still had a hard time accepting the bizarre reality of the situation; but it was real. Just as real his voice, which you could hear echoing faintly through your apartment.
You glanced up from your lukewarm dinner and dropped your fork. For a long moment, you sat in silence, listening intently until you heard it again. It was him; it was his voice. Your heart pounded against your ribs as you shoved out of your chair and jogged to the window. The part between your curtains opened, but when you peeked through you saw only the glow of city lights below a blanket of darkness.
A frown found your face, and a sigh spilled past your lips. You heard his voice; you would never mistake it for another. It echoed casually against your dim walls again, and you turned your head towards the sweet sound. The television was on in the living room. Your heart dropped at the realization. The little square thing sat on your end table and taunted you with his image.
There he was. Hawks, the winged hero, being interviewed by a woman in a pantsuit. It wasn’t often he did interviews, so you left your dinner to go cold in favor of watching the program.
Keigo’s never been able to properly indulge his instincts, though you’re more than willing to help him change that.
warnings: avian, feral keigo. rut/heat cycles. nesting. wing kink. breeding. horny shit, i tell u what
beta’ed: @keiqos
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wow :’^) this is a collab with the wuv, @keiqos!! we each worked on a fic that was our own take of keigo during his rut, and now y’all get the fun results. here is hers!!! enjoy this feast!!!
Synopsis: They say communication is key when it comes to a relationship. But how does one communicate when they’ve got the confidence of a penny compared to their Adonis-like boyfriend of a man? Not to mention the tortoise-like pace movement occurring between the relationship. How does one confide that their heat is a few days away and you would kindly like to be fucked into oblivion? Vice versa, how do you tell your shy bunny that you want her ass up, face down as you imagine impregnating her? What happens when your heat and your boyfriend’s rut happen the same week and fail to inform the other? Chaos happens.
Pairing: Hawks (Keigo Takami) x Bunny!reader
Genre: Smut (with a dash of fluff)
Word: 11.8K
Warnings: Hawks is WHIPPED, dry humping, feral Hawks, Hawks drops you in the sky but it’s alright, phone sex, dirty talk, slight wing kink, Reader and Hawks are lowkey dumbass, communication is key, wall sex, oral sex (receiving), fingering, Keigo’s thicc dicc, Hawks touches your bunny ears, slightly exhibitionism (like you find out in the end), Rumi is there for like a sec, fingers in mouth, all might is a cock block
Friday - Day of Heat and Rut (respectively)
Who would have thunk? Not Keigo that’s for hell sure. Even if his very corrupted mind and very aroused body laid present at the moment, he still could not have expected the actions to occur. How can he when not so long ago (four days in fact) he could not have imagined himself in such a provocative position with you? Not to take away anything from your smoking hot body that he’d thought about more times than he’d like to admit in the latest of nights as his hand stroked his sensitive cock. No, your looks were not an issue, but the pace of your relationship could have been the key opponent for why he never expected to see himself, to see you, to see you both in such positions.
Your cheeks flushed a glorious red that could battle the crimson of his fluttering wings, painted to display the clear arousal. Competing against the fucked overglaze in your doe-eyed orbs that streamed tears of anticipation and oversensitivity. The innocence in your eyes alone was enough to continue painting the image of your sweet and innocent bunny he knew you as.
Fucken liar.
It seemed in one night, one action he learned more about your inner thoughts and personality than the six months of pining and playing cat and mouse with you. The small scientist you were in his eyes. Adorable, precious, he could wrap you in his wings and take you away. Coo at you as he smirked seeing the pink meet your cheeks and your gaze fall to the floor. Your button nose twitching and boy did he have the urge to lean over and press his lips to it just so he could see his bunny wither and let out that sweet melody of a squeal from his bold moves.
You were the bunny who was too shy to accept his flirtatious words and would stutter over your words as your face went from pink to red. The cute bunny who would not accept his many dates no matter how suave he attempted to be in hopes to rope you in and it was the gracious (yet annoyingly) string-pulling of old woman Rumi to get you to accept one date (which turned to several and several). His bunny who looked like a goddess reincarnated in his coat and unknowingly (or knowingly) ruffled his feathers with so much as one touch. He swears every part of him felt what could be equivalent to a drug haze from your first kisses.
And what felt like a drug haze before could not compare to the euphoric bliss induced state he was floating through now. And it was all thanks to his bunny.
His sexy, alluring, luscious, tempting bunny who was more than meets the eyes.
Arms tied above your head with a cardinal satin piece of cloth (one of several R-rated items that you owned without his knowing). Your top, long removed, allowing the voluptuous breasts of yours he so often wished to have in his mouth to suck and nip out for his display. Marks covered them entirely, reminding him of his former actions. Sweat coated your body, a trail from your stomach leading down a trail where only your black lace panties barely covered you. His hawk (no pun intended) gaze sees the slickness sticking and coating your captivating thighs left with bruises made from his hands and mouth.
“Keigo,” Your whimper pulled him from his admiration of hard work, gold met your blissed-out gaze.
“Please,,, do something. I can’t take it anymore. Please.” You pleaded as if your life depended on it. The sentence alone was enough to send his cock shifting within his last remaining undergarment. Felt against your thigh he watched you struggle to lean your body downward in an attempt to match your clothed pussy to his cock (a failed attempt resulting in your whimpers and white ears on your head to twitch).
How was it you, his shy bunny who still blushed when your gazes met, could unravel and release the submissive underneath begging for his cock inside of you? Holding a gaze that was pleading to be ruined, dominated, and treated like the fuck doll you were. His mate to-be what he wished the absolute most right now- to breed, to pump her full of his cum so that you bear his young and claim you officially, forever as his.
so i found this prompt generator and if you put your name + your tc’s name, it will give you random scenarios ahshsj this is just something fun to do if y’all have free time & wanna read/imagine you & ur tc hehe enjoy :)
Please, please, please, He is one of my favourite and one of the BEST Loki Cosplayer, I love his cosplays, please support him and show him some love and help him achieve his dream, donate to him so that he can fully transition to male. If you can, Please go help and donate for his top surgery, go to his instagram page, his GoFundMe is live right now. He desrve so much and I just wish him his happiness, he's a nice, talented and an amazing internet friend! 💖
A/N: This is a birthday present for myself. Also, thank you to my dear friend @penny-trash who aided in the title cause I was clueless. And applause to the cosplayer, who did awesome with the Pennywise outfit and makeup.
Summary: You knew you had a mate on Earth, you just didn’t know where. Until you stepped foot into Derry, that is.
Pairing: Pennywise x Reader
Words: 1,803
Warnings: fluff, angst, and light smut
Tags: @penny-trash @pennyslilprincess @honk-honk-bitches
Song: You’re Mine - Disturbed
You were sad to be moving again. You loved this house. Ten years in one house will make you miss leaving it, but it was time to move on. Somewhere no one would question your age anymore.
Somewhere you could disappear into the background for a good ten or so years until it was time to move again.
