he comes home early to address the insult to his masculinity that's been eating at him all day. his wife, the woman he's supposed to be providing for and taking care of, has been sneaking behind his back and paying for things she has no business in contributing to, let alone worrying about.
he's allowed you, albeit reluctantly, to keep your job because you love the bakery a whole lot. it gives you practice at decorating and making sweet treats, and you and him get to share the cakes, pastries and donuts that are leftover at the shop by closing time.
however, the money you get from working never meant you could start slipping your own card in at the grocery store. it never meant you should be comparing prices on groceries, or help pay for a date. that's his job. and now you've gone behind his back and paid for insurance.
he responds gruffly to your excited, "you're home! oh my goodness, i have so much to tell you about work today!"
"mmh. evenin'. "
your face falls. he doesn't usually enter the home like this; he usually drops his things and opens his arms wide for you to run into, then presses a long, warm kiss to your lips and sweeps you off your feet to deepen it. right now, he's just staring at you and frowning.
you walk over to him, mood already plummeting at the thought of him having a bad day, or worse, being upset at you for something. you reach out to hold him and ask what's wrong, but he beats you to it, shrugging his coat off and taking a printed bank statement out of the pocket, pushing it into your hands.
"explain."
you freeze but recognize it immediately, the paper reflects our own bank activity, bolded and circled. it's impossible to miss the hefty payment labeled "insurance".
you look up at him with wide, guileless eyes. you'd simply made the payment because he'd been buying you so many things recently, pretty dresses, lingerie, a planned vacation to the country you've been daydreaming about for months; he'd noticed you looking longingly at pictures of the island online and had surprised you a week later with plane tickets. with so much money spent on you in such a short period of time, you thought the least you could do was contributing a little to some of your shared bills. "oh... it's just me chipping in a little. i thought i was helping…"
"helping?" his voice drops and he stares at you more intently. one of his large hands reaches up to cup your cheek and rub his thumb lightly beneath your eye, a reassuring gesture that's meant to lull you into a false sense of security. you immediately lean in to rest your face in his palm. "did i ask for help, sweetheart?"
"no, but-"
he slaps your cheek lightly so you go quiet, then he brings his hand down to your jaw and squeezes, making sure you're looking right into his eyes while he speaks. "and did i ever give you the impression i needed your money?"
you blink, stunned by the sudden shift because his palm that was so gentle a moment ago is now clamping around your jaw. your lips part, but he doesn't give you the chance to answer yet.
"you think i can't take care of my own wife?" he demands. "you think i need your bakery tips to keep food on our table and you in those pretty little outfits i like seeing you in?" you try to shake your head, lip wobbling. you hate when he's mad at you. you really thought he'd appreciate you trying to help out. "that's not-, i didn't mean it like that."
"i don't know what you meant," he cuts in, thumb swiping over your lip . "but that's not your job, sweetheart. it's mine. now i've got t'show you what yours is."
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he's pressed behind you with one hand on the back of your neck and the other holding your hip to keep you in place. your face is in the mattress while he pounds into you with hard, rapid thrusts that make your body jolt every time. his cock drags against your walls hard and thrust, burying to the hilt each time while his heavy balls slap firm against your ass. "y'think i need y'fucking money, woman?"
you whimper into the sheets, hips arching, thighs trembling. And he grabs your waist tighter, rough fingers digging in like he's trying to brand you. "n-no sir," you manage to choke out through a loud whine that sounds garbled because it's mixed in with your squeaky little sobs.
his hands slide down from your waist to your thighs, lifting you just enough to shift, pressing deeper, harder. His hips slam into yours with a sudden, brutal force that knocks the breath out of you. "what kind of man would i be," he growls, squeezing the sides of your neck to make you dizzy. "if i let you run around spending y'money on me and letting you sneak behind my back?"
you're shaking under him, hips jerking up, thighs all shaky while he fucks you harder and harder. the slick between you has become a fucking mess by now. he's not just fucking, he's saying, loud and clear, he's the one taking care of shit. the one putting food on the table and keeping you in those pretty little things he can't stop staring at.
his cock is buried so deep inside you it feels like he's never gonna come out. he's fucking you straight into the mattress just to prove a point. he drags out slow just to slam all the way back in, hitting so deep your legs go weak and your breath catches in your throat. "you like that, don't you?"
"mmh, mhm... yeah," you mumble into the pillow. he scoffs at your dazed little voice. seems like all you care about right now is cock and not the lesson he's trying to instill in your stupid head.
his grip tightens on your hips, not enough to bruise yet but enough to jolt you out of your haze for a second and clench around him. your body responds even when your mind goes soft, even when he's scolding you like you're too dumb to understand anything but the stretch of his cock.
"so now you remember how to use your mouth," he mutters, "but you couldn't open it to ask me before you went behind my back, hm wife?"
you sniffle and try to say something, but he fucks into you too hard for words to form as he bullies his cock deeper into your soaked pussy.
he leans down over you, his broad chest blanketing your back, hot breath puffing against your ear as he shoves in again deep until you squeal. your hips collapse to the mattress and he doesn't let up, just grabs your ass with both hands, spreading you open and using you. filthy, deep thrusts that make your toes curl and your brain go soft. "let's get -fuck- one thing straight." he mumbles into your ear.
"you. don't. pay. for. shit." each word a thrust. each one harder than the last. "understand?" "y-yes-!" "say it." "i-i'm sorry! ohmygod," you gasp out, voice wobbling. "i didn't mean to, I wasn't trying to- mmh, sir, i'm sorry! i won't pay for anything!" "that's fuckin' right."
his hand slips up your back and tangles in your hair, yanking your head up just enough that your mouth falls open in a helpless gasp. he keeps your face turned to the side so he can see every expression while he keeps pounding your pussy.
you're dripping all over the sheets, thighs shaking uncontrollably, mouth slack with how good and overwhelming it feels. he watches for a second, watching the mess he's made of you, the way your body shakes with every thrust and tightens every time he presses deep.
your whole body locks up as your climax crashes over you without warning, a messy, gasping, trembling orgasm that leaves your thighs soaked and your voice gone. you clamp down around him and he grunts loudly in your ear, cock pulsing inside you hard as he spills thick cream deep into you and filling you even more.
he doesn't pull out. just wraps both arms around you, cradling you against his chest to soothe you.
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“h-hugo it won’t fit..” you mumbled, his fat tip nudging between your folds. “i’ll make it fit.” he responded back, holding your hips steady to stop your squirming. you were in a cowgirl position.
hugo leaned down, pressing a kiss to your temple to try and soften the sharp pressure you felt. "relax for me, mon amour," he murmured against your skin, his voice low and soothing despite the overwhelming stretch. "breathe."
he kept the movement agonizingly slow, letting you adjust inch by inch.
"halfway there, amour," hugo grunted, his forehead resting against your back as he stayed perfectly still. you could feel every vein and ridge of his massive cock, your pussy stretched so tight around him it almost hurt. but there was something insanely satisfying about being filled so completely.
"almost there," he whispered, the words brushing against your ear before he shifted his weight. a single, deliberate push, and the rest of his thick cock glided inside you with a soft, slick sound.
he let out a long, shaky breath of relief, the tip finally pressing deep against your womb.
you moaned, "that’s it." hugo groaned deeply, dropping his head back against the mattress with absolute bliss. his large hands immediately settled on your hips, helping guide your rhythm, letting you bounce up and down that thick length at your own pace.
"good girl. just like that." he encouraged, watching his cock disappear into your stretched pussy. "take your time, chérie."
your pace was slow and steady, taking him deeply with each roll of your hips. hugo's cock was so large that even this gentle pace had him seeing stars. one hand slid up to squeeze your breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak as he began to move his hips in counterpoint to your movements.
every time you sank down, he nudged that sweet, swollen spot deep inside you, drawing soft cries from your throat. he watched, mesmerized, as your pussy swallowed his thick length, the wet, slick sounds growing louder in the quiet room.
"look at you.." he said softly, eyes roaming over your body. your full breasts bouncing slightly with each movement, belly concave with effort, inner thighs spread wide to accommodate his thick hips.
"taking my cock so nicely, amour..." his voice dropped lower.
your orgasm hit like a wave, body tightening around his cock. hugo let out a guttural groan, burying his face in your hair. the feel of your inner walls milking him was too much.
without waiting, his hips snapped upward into you, pumping deep throbs of seed into your tight cunt. "take it, chérie."
the pleasure was overwhelming—your orgasm pushing him closer to his own. his hips stuttered, slamming up into you repeatedly as hot ropes of cum coated your insides. your walls clenched around him like a vice, milking every last drop.
his cock twitched violently inside you, pumping load after load.
your boyfriend sae has little patience; you knew that, but you couldn’t resist wanting to try cockwarming with him. besides, he’s in the off-season and took some vacation days, so why not spend it spending time with you (and trying new sex positions!). he’s your lover after all, it’s best to take care of him.
“baby, sit still. can’t we stay here and just talk?” you were straddling your boyfriend, sitting on his cock while you played with his bangs (that were finally not up with his annoying gel).
he raised an eyebrow. “and talk about what?” it was rather evident that he was irritated. you didn't do anything wrong, of course; he was just like that because at this point, he was antsy for you to move. you've been like this for a good hour or so? god, he was really trying to telepathically tell you to move.
“well, not sure… how about our days tomorrow? i’m going to be quite busy.” you rolled your eyes, subconsciously bucking your hips forward and instilling a groan out of sae.
you were going to laugh. even the great sae itoshi of the amazing football club real, had his limits for sure. “yeah, with what?”
“babysitting rin’s baby tomorrow. he has a cute kid, i'm jealous like she’s so cute.”
sae's tone suddenly turned light, “so would you want one?” “yeah…wait what?”
this was a bad idea, it really was a bad idea because now your boyfriend grabbed your hips, slamming you on his aching cock hard. “f-fuckk, sae—! hnghhhh… what t-the hell?”
he turned to you, holding your chin and squishing your cheeks with such a soft smile plastered on his face. “let’s have one of our own, yeah?”
sae turned feral—you seriously couldn’t believe it. your lover, who was usually calm, composed, and gentle with you, was fucking you like he had nothing to lose—like as if he's been wanting to do this—to get you all pregnant with his kid.
and...of course he did. you just never paid attention. you never paid attention to how, despite his rather stoic and blunt nature in public, his gaze always softens every time he encounters a 'mini' fan of his, and how his eyes are always on you and how soft you were to rin's kid; how he spoils the girl more than her own father (you also didn't see how...kinda jealous sae was but he'd never admit it. he loves his niece, he really does).
“take it? yeah, baby?” he moved your hips side to side, hands grabbing at the plush of your ass and kneading it juuust like dough.
your maw was slack, drool slipping on the side of your lips while your eyebrows were pinched together. sae was fucking into it...realllll into it. his cock bullied your cunt so rough with every move of his hips and slamming you onto him.
“attagirl, so beautiful…” you felt your boyfriend tense up, spilling inside of you with a stretched out, quiet groan… and yet he still kept going relentlessly, cum sloshing inside your hole and being pushed inside. your breath was practically taken, and you felt like you were going to cry out of bliss.
“gonna be so pretty… all pregnant with a kid of our own…” he kept whispering as if he was manifesting this. it didn't help that he lifted you, your legs wrapped around his waist, and took you to your shared bedroom where he would further enact in his breeding agenda.
synopsis . You can’t handle a kiss from your boyfriend because he has a really weird fixation with your mouth. content . afab!reader, established relationship, oral fixation, taunting, begging, mock sympathy, finger sucking, he’s kinda mean, light brat taming, choking, etc. (answering this request)
You’re not sure when it started but it seems as though your dear Hugo has taken quite the liking to your mouth.
You noticed within your first few kisses that something was different in the way his lips would weigh into yours. There was never anything brief about his mouth aligning with your own, but what really gave away his fixation with your mouth was when you caught the way he stared your lips down prior to taking them against his own.
It was as though he’d mapped out every curve and crevice of your mouth into his head, and then made sure to greet each bit with a greedy slip of his tongue.
At first, you wanted to say he was just a really passionate kisser. Then he started to pop a finger into your mouth in between them—watching and feeling the way you hum in surprise of his thumb intruding the connection.
Hugo wasn’t a man of many expressions but only when he took you by surprise mid-kiss did you feel a smirk threaten him. How could you not expect him to do something so obvious? One of his fingers was practically destined to enter your mouth at some point.
Even so, by the time your lips departed from his, he’d still have that neutral face with you which revealed absolutely nothing about what he was thinking. And accompanying this would be that thumb of his, pressing further down the center of your tongue whilst his eyes met yours.
The moment your gaze went wide, something low vibrated out from the back of his throat—so low you nearly missed it. Then his head would tip off to the left in a manner so slow you could feel your self shrinking in size from the gesture alone.
“You look cute like this,” The statement seemed innocent at first, honestly. But you saw it in his eyes how his mind was far, far elsewhere—and this realization was confirmed the moment he followed that up with, “Now suck.”
Even though you did—and quite diligently, at that—something in him still seemed unsatisfied with your performance. You figured that perhaps there wasn’t enough in your mouth?
Hugo, being many steps ahead of you as he always was, let his thumb produce a different angle within your orifice before he plucked it out past your lips. Then he wiped your own salvia across your bottom lip and tutted.
“You enjoyed that, huh?” An observation wrapped in a question, of which he already knew the answer to. When you nod, his eyes narrow. “Say it then,” his finger moved to your chin to tip your head further up, “Tell me how you liked having my finger in your mouth—how you enjoyed sucking on it simply because I told you to.”
Your lips moved to do exactly that, the words were prepared against your tongue—and yet, he interrupted you ever so rudely.
Hugo possesses a lot of qualities that can’t be described as anything else aside from thick. His fingers are no exception, and you’re made acutely aware of it as his index and pointer shove their way into your mouth before you could properly obey him.
He doesn’t smile, but you can still see how pleased his by seeing you like this. Especially as you begin to hum gibberish around his digits.
Can he understand a word you’re saying? Technically no. Does he try to have a conversation with you anyway since he cares little about the concept of silence around you? Well, yes.
“What was that?” His eyebrows lift ever so slightly and you swear he’s fighting the urge to smile at you, “You said you love having my fingers in your mouth, and that listening to me is your favorite thing to do? Aw.”
Your head shakes, and for a moment you debate on nibbling at his fingers. You don’t though, considering how he watches your mouth move to pout and how your eyes glare at him instead.
Hugo nods his head, “I see, I see. So then,” his eyes leave yours and find your mouth again. His cock twitches once he feels your tongue dancing in between his fingers, followed by a wet suck as he drives them in just a bit deeper. “Did you want my fingers elsewhere? Do you-, hah..” His words escape him once your hand grabs at his wrist and you bob your head back and forth a little.
The way your mouth feels enveloping his two fingers, how your tongue slathers all around them, the mixed sensation of wetness and warmth—all of these factors nearly give him the desire to give you what he knows you want. But more than that, he wants the impossible out of you first. He wants to hear you beg for what you want, and he wants to hear it clearly.
All while his fingers are in your mouth.
“Do you need my fingers elsewhere, perhaps?” His eyes narrow further on you and you push yourself forward just so you can gag on his fingers as if to answer him. That’s when he grins, “You do, don’t you? It’s a shame you can’t seem to beg me for it.”
“Mmmh,” a stubborn array of grumbles fly his way, but instead of making things easier for you, he merely thrusts his fingertips further. “Mmph?” the cadence of that hum is most obviously meant to be a please—he knows how you beg far too well.
Even so, he can’t find himself to care that you’re struggling to do what’s asked of you. You look far too cute like this.
“Fuck, was that your best attempt at begging? Can you really not say it any clearer than that? Poor thing.” He hums, pulling his fingers away from your mouth slowly just to watch the way you almost-drunkenly chase after him.
The moment his digits escape your lips, your hold on his wrist gets a little tighter and you pant, “Please?”
Hugo raises a brow and wipes his fingertips across your bottom lip, “Please, what?”
Your mouth opens and he fights the urge to just laugh at you as he interrupts you again. Your grip on his wrist is lost as he finger-fucks your throat properly this time around—watching the mess he makes of you whilst drool leaks out from the corner of your lips.
Then you make the stupid mistake of trying to pull your head away from him so you can ask for what you want, and he scoffs as if annoyed before using that free hand of his to bring it up to your throat.
“A couple fingers in your mouth makes you do really dumb things, huh. I’ll give you what you want when I feel like it,” Hugo breathes out, cock swelling between his legs, “You understand that much, yes?”
You nod, but words couldn’t describe how much he adored it when you tried to act like a brat with him. He loved putting you in your place more than anything. And that glossy look of need in your eyes… fuck, he had half a mind to quit teasing you and splay you out against the nearest surface available.
“All you have for me is a nod?” Hugo scoffs, “Am I annoying you, chérie?”
You can’t help but whine this time—there was no way of winning him over when he got like this. He’d drag out this teasing until you physically couldn’t take it anymore if you’d let him.
Even so, the whine from you prompts him to look down at the way you’re squeezing your legs together, and he lets out a sigh. One could say he might even feel bad for you considering he knows you’ve likely soaked through your panties by this point.
“Fine, fine,” His fingers leave your mouth but the hand at your throat remains as he gives it a light squeeze. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today. Strip.”
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contrary to popular belief, nagi actually has trouble sleeping some nights. he’ll toss and turn, writhing in the sheets beside you.
“mmh…”
you hear him groan from a few feet away, and you know that when he gets like this, there’s really only one way to help him.
“sei? baby?” you sit up, gently caressing his hair with his back turned to you in a fetal position. “can’t sleep, honey?”
he hums in approval before turning around and nuzzling against the pillow, looking at you with such saddened eyes that you can’t help but lift up your shirt.
“you want—!”
you haven’t even finished talking as nagi pounces on your chest, sucking like his life depended on it. his tongue swirls in circles around your nipple, one hand caressing the free breast as the other practically drowns in his saliva.
“mmh… sho gfood…” he mutters, pulling back to stare. nagi takes in the sight of your bare tits for a second before diving back in, this time switching as he sucks. “i lovfe…”
“nghh—! i know, baby, i know. you love it, m–mhm—?” you rake your nails lightly across his scalp, massaging his head as he moans.
“mhm… thank you, mommy.”
his eyes are closed as he nuzzles impossibly further, trying to take the entire thing in. nagi’s insatiable—hungry, even—as he pulls back and squeezes you together before burying himself in between your breasts.
“shit—! f–fuck, baby, you’re so rough… a–aahh, it hurts…” you moan, gripping onto his hair as you pull.
but this does little to console nagi, who only looks up at you through his lashes before licking in between your breasts and working his way to your nipple, biting lightly as he maintains eye contact.
“b–baby…”
“does mommy feel good?” he asks, nuzzling back in passionately as he continues alternating between your tits. “i wanna make mommy feel good…”
your moans intensify as he begins humping you through your clothes. the layers of fabric do little to contain his hard, angry cock as he grinds against your core.
“yes, baby, momm– aah..! mommy, mommy feels so so good right now, my love. keep– fuck, fuck..! oh my g– nagi…! please don’t stop, baby!”
needless to say, neither of you got much sleep that night. but hey, quality over quantity, right?
hugo cant stop staring at ur chest content | nsfw, afab!reader, bsf!hugo, jerking off, kinda cringy
hugo swears he’s a gentleman. well, simply, he’s never elicited any grandiose perversion. and also, he gave up swearing it because god. your tits drove him mad.
whenever he sees you in those tight, spaghetti-strap tank tops that pull taut around your chest. it was honestly funny how fast his dick would come to life in his pants. you’ll talk to him, so innocently, meanwhile he’s cataloging the colour of your bra based off the visible straps.
“—and then she said to me that he stood her up,” you finished saying whatever you were saying. it wasn’t like hugo was paying attention.
he was only thinking about the fact that he needed to jerk off. cause god, his dick was so hard it was hurting him.
so of course, when he got home, he’d do exactly that. his hand wrapping around his impatiently throbbing dick, head lolled back as soft whimpers escaped his mouth. he wished it was your hand. or the space between your tits. or your mouth.
merde . . .
his tip twitched, his core flexed abruptly, and he slightly hunched over as he came all over himself. because of you. and it shouldn’t be. god, the things he imagined whenever he jerked off to you — you’d undoubtedly hate him . . . probably. he briefly looked down at the mess he made on himself. his bottom lip jutted out slightly.
he should be cumming all over your tits instead.
the most stiffening thing is when he is over at your house. and you’re not even wearing a bra. he internally blushes. internally malfunctions. whether loose-fitting or tight-fitting, hugo knows whenever you’re not wearing a bra.
you guys would be on your couch, and hugo would be hugging a pillow on his lap that hid his pulsing erection. you’d be gesturing animatedly as you told some story, oblivious to hugo’s babbling heart (and tip). and with all the movements you were making, hugo’s pupils followed the slight jiggle of your chest. his lips made a tiny ‘o’ shape and his eyes went entirely vacant at the sight.
his thoughts blanked to a simple, repetitive boing, boing . . .
god. he needed to get himself together. think logically like he always does and not think with his dick. seriously, what the hell was wrong with him? you’re his friend.
but . . . boing, boing.
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a//n i dont have tits but hugo seems like a tits guy and thats hot
tags: NSFW . minors dni . mostly a crack fic . piv . fem!reader . pure filthy smut . blowjobs/pussyeating . getting caught . etc
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a/n: no comments. anyway, this fic was requested by this ask here! ( @solalol you have the greatest mind ever<3)
Sae Itoshi — caught by shidou
sae had you pinned against the wall, cock buried deep inside you as he fucked you with rough, punishing strokes.
it had been far too long. the second he came home and saw you, he didn't waste a single second on words. he simply shoved your shorts down, freed his aching cock and sank into you in one brutal thrust.
now he was drilling into you hard, hips snapping forward with a steady, merciless rhythm that had your back sliding against the wall with every thrust.
"fuck...sae—" you moaned, legs locked tight around his waist. your nails dug into his shoulders as he drove deeper. "you're so deep...ahh!"
he growled against your neck, teeth scraping your skin. "been waiting weeks for this cunt," hus voice was low, strained with lust. "so fucking wet for me already."
one of his hands gripped your ass tighter, the other braced on the wall as he angled his hips and started hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. your moans grew louder, shameless, echoing in the small bedroom. the wet, filthy sound of his cock sliding in and out of you filled the air.
"gonna cum—sae..."
"then cum," he ordered, voice dark. let me feel you,"
he slammed into you harder, grinding against your clit on every deep thrust. the coil in your stomach snapped without warning. you cried out, walls clenching violently around his thick cock as your orgasm crashed through you. your whole body shook, thighs trembling around him while you moaned his name like a prayer.
sae kept fucking you through it, jaw clenched, eyes burning as he felt you pulsing and gushing around him. he was close, very close—but he was holding back, savoring the way your cunt squeezed him.
that's when suddenly the door swung open without a knock.
"oi, itoshi! you got any—" shidou's voice stopped dead.
ge stood there in the doorway, eyes widening before that wild, predatory grin spread across his face. he took in the scene: you pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around sae, his cock still buried inside your twitching pussy, your face flushed from your recent orgasm.
sae froze mid-thrust, buried to the hilt. the sudden shock of being caught hit sae like a freight train.
"dude shit—!" he grunts through gritted teeth.
his hips jerked once, involuntarily. a groan tore from his throat as he came hard, thick ropes of cum spilling deep inside you while shidou watched shamelessly. sae's face dropped to your neck, biting down hard to muffle the sound as his cock pulsed again and again, emptying everything he had.
you whimpered at the feeling of him filling you up right in front of his roommate.
sae's breathing was ragged against your skin. his cock was still twitching inside you, sensitive and spent, as he slowly lifted his head.
"get the fuck out," he hissed, voice hoarse and dangerous.
shidou only smirked wider, tongue poking at the corner of his mouth. "you sure I cant a piece of that?"
"touch her and I'll kill you," sae said, holding you close to him.
shidou smirked, "fine. i'll just touch you then."
Nagi Seishiro — caught by his bff
nagi was fucking you like he'd die if he stopped. it wasnt his fault really. it'd been six whole months since he last saw you. you've been traveling thanks to being a model and well...he missed you.
he had you lifted completely off the ground, your back pressed tight against his chest as he stood behind you. his strong arms hooked under your knees, spreading your legs wide open in a full nelson hold. every needy thrust drove his long, thick cock deep into your dripping pussy, the wet sounds echoing obscenely in the room.
"fuck...missed you so much," he groaned into your ear, voice rough and desperate—nothing like his usual lazy drawl. his hips snapped up harder, burying himself to the hilt with every stroke. "been thinking about this pussy nonstop...couldn't wait anymore."
you moaned loudly, head falling back against his shoulder as he manhandled you effortlessly. the position left you completely exposed—tits bouncing, cunt stretched wide around his cock, his balls slapping against you with every deep thrust. his grip on your legs was iron tight, lifting you up and down on his length like you weighed nothing.
"nagi—! ahh, too deep—!" you cried out, pleasure bordering on overwhelming.
"mmm..can't help it," he panted, lips brushing your neck as he fucked you harder. "need you...need to feel you cum on me." his voice cracked with raw need, hips losing their rhythm as he chased the feeling of your tight heat.
one of his hands shifted slightly so he could rub fast circles over your swollen clit while still bouncing you on his cock. the combination was lethal.
"i-i..i'm cumming, nagi!" you screamed, body seizing up as your orgasm slammed into you. your cunt clenched violently around his thrusting cock, gushing wetly as waves of pleasure tore through you. your legs shook in his grip, juices dripping down his balls.
"you're squeezing me so tight," nagi whined, voice needy and broken. he kept fucking you through your orgasm, desperate and relentless, his own release building fast.
the door suddenly burst open.
"nagi? i got the new—oh my god."
reo stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide in pure shock. the scene hit him like a truck: nagi holding you up in a full nelson, your legs spread obscenely wide, cunt stretched around nagi's thick cock, your cum still dripping down his balls, everything completely bare and on full display.
nagi's hips stuttered. the sudden mortifying realization that reo was seeing everything — your dripping cunt, the way his cock was buried inside you, the way you were still twitching from your orgasm—sent him spiraling.
"reo—?!" nagi gasped, voice strained.
he couldn't hold back. with a needy groan, he slammed up into you one last time and came hard. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy as his cock pulsed violently inside you. his arms trembled slightly as he kept holding your legs up, forcing you to take every last drop while reo watched in stunned silence.
you whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of being filled while completely exposed.
reo's face turned bright red, all the way to his ears. his mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally managed to speak.
"i didn't...fuck, im so sorry!" he slapped a hand over his eyes, clearly flustered beyond belief, but not before you both saw how red his cheeks were. "i should've knocked—i didn't know she came back!"
reo peeked through his fingers for half a second, saw the way nagi cum was leaking out around his cock and immediately covered his eyes again.
"you know what..im leaving! i'mm leaving right now! sorry!" he turned on his heel, nearly tripping over himself as he rushed out and slammed the door shut behind him.
the room fell silent for a moment except for both of you panting.
nagi slowly lowered your legs, but didn't pull out yet. he wrapped his arms around your waist instead, hugging you from behind as he buried his face in your neck, still catching his breath.
"...that was embarrassing," he muttered, though his cock gave a lazy twitch inside you. "but you felt really good when he walked in. did you like being watched?"
you let out a breathless laugh. "you're such a pervert."
he hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "only for you."
Rin Itoshi — caught by his bro
rin had you completely folded underneath him in a ruthless mating press, knees pressed tight to your shoulders as he fucked you with deep, punishing strokes.
his hips snapped forward with brutal precision, driving every thick inch of his cock into your soaked pussy until his heavy balls slapped loudly against your ass. the wet, obscene squelching of your cunt filled the room with every thrust, your juices dripping down your ass and soaking the sheets beneath you.
his arm was locked around the back of your neck in a tight headlock, forcing you to stare up at his intense, flushed face while he railed you. sweat glistened on his forehead, his eyes burning with possessive hunger as he watched every flicker of pleasure and desperation cross your face.
"fuck—you're squeezing me so tight," he growled, voice low and mean, punctuating his words with a particularly vicious grind of his hips that made his cockhead bully against your cervix. "this sloppy cunt is mine. say it."
"it's all yours—rin..nghhh! 'm yours!" you moaned, voice breaking as he hammered that perfect spot inside you over and over. your walls fluttered and clenched greedily around his girth, trying to pull him even deeper.
he smirked darkly, tightening the headlock just enough to make your breath hitch.
"louder. i want everyone to know who you belong to." he pulled back almost all the way, letting just the fat tip stretch your entrance, then slammed back in with a savage thrust that made your tits bounce and your eyes roll back.
you cried out, nails digging into his back as he set a punishing rhythm—long, dragging strokes that made you feel every vein and ridge of his cock, followed by short, rapid punches that left you gasping. "rin—! please—fuck, it's too deep—!"
"too deep?" he laughed, low and cruel, leaning down to bite at your exposed neck. "you were begging for this earlier. now take it like the greedy little slut you are." one of his hands slid down to grip your ass hard, spreading you wider so he could watch his cock disappear inside your puffy, dripping folds.
the lewd sight made him groan, his pace growing even more erratic and forceful.
your body was burning, every nerve singing as he fucked you senseless. the pressure built higher and higher, your thighs trembling violently against his shoulders. you could feel another orgasm coiling tight in your core, even stronger than the last.
"rin—! im gonna cum..! please don't stop—!" you sobbed, tears already pricking at the corners of your eyes.
"then cum," he snarled, crushing his mouth to yours in a messy, dominating kiss before pulling back. "cum on my cock like you were made for it. milk me, baby."
your orgasm hit you like a freight train. your walls clamped down hard around his thick cock as you cried out, gushing wetly all over him while your whole body shook violently in his grasp. tears of pleasure slipped down your cheeks as you came hard, pussy spasming and squirting around him in messy pulses.
right in the middle of your climax, your eyes flew open and locked onto the figure standing in the doorway.
"sae..?" you gasped in horror.
rin froze mid thrust, buried balls deep inside your spasming cunt. his head snapped toward the door, eyes widening in genuine surprise for a split second.
sae stood there with his arms crossed, watching the scene with a cold, slightly disgusted expression.
for a moment, the room was dead silent except for your heavy breathing and the wet sounds of your pussy still fluttering around rin's cock.
then sae spoke, voice flat and unimpressed.
"you both disgust me. at least have some shame."
he turned and left, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
"what the hell..?" rin stayed frozen for another second, still deep inside you, processing what just happened. then his lips curled into a dangerous, mean smirk. he looked back down at your flushed, embarrassed face and tightened the headlock again.
"anyway, where were we?" he asked, voice low and venomous.
without waiting for an answer, he slammed back into you with a brutal thrust, picking up right where he left off, even harder than before.
"cumming on my cock while my brother watched? you're such a fucking whore,” he snarled, pounding you mercilessly into the mattress. "don't worry...ill make sure you remember who you really belong to."
Isagi Yoichi — caught by bachira
isagi's head was thrown back against the couch, mouth open in a silent moan as you knelt between his spread legs. his chest heaved with every shaky breath, the usually confident striker completely undone by the wet heat of your mouth.
this was his first blowjob and it was overwhelming him completely. your lips stretched around his thick cock, sliding slowly up and down while your tongue pressed flat against the underside. your hand stroked the base in perfect rhythm with your mouth, twisting gently on the way up.
his thighs trembled violently on either side of you, fingers digging so hard into the couch cushions that his knuckles turned white.
"ahh—fuck… baby, that feels so good," he panted, voice hoarse and cracking. "i-i can't—nghh!"
you hummed around his length, the vibration making his cock twitch hard against your tongue. you took him deeper, relaxing your throat until the head bumped the back of it. isagi’s hips jerked up instinctively, a broken whimper escaping his throat as saliva dripped down his shaft and over your fingers.
you pulled back slowly, letting your tongue swirl around the sensitive head, teasing the slit where precum was steadily leaking. his cock was flushed dark and glistening, veins pulsing visibly under the wet sheen. you looked up at him through your lashes, loving how wrecked he already looked—flushed cheeks, messy hair, half-lidded eyes glazed with pleasure.
"slow down a little… 'm gonna—" he gasped, trying to warn you, but his words dissolved into another needy moan as you sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks.
you pulled off with a wet pop, a thick string of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his throbbing tip. "you're doing so well, isagi," you purred, voice low and sweet. your hand kept lazily pumping him, thumb brushing over the slick head.
"just relax and let me take care of you, hm? i want to make your first time feel amazing."
isagi nodded frantically, biting his lip as you dove back down. you took him even deeper this time, nose brushing against his trimmed pubic hair as you swallowed around him. his hand flew to your hair, not pushing, just gripping desperately like he needed something to hold onto while you worked him.
"oh shit—yes, just like that," he groaned, the words tumbling out broken and desperate. you bobbed faster, sucking noisily, letting messy slurping sounds fill the room. one of your hands slid up to gently roll his balls, massaging them as your mouth worshipped every inch of his cock.
isagi's moans grew louder, more shameless. his abs clenched visibly with every deep suck, thighs shaking harder as he fought the urge to thrust into your throat.
"you're so fucking good at this… i'm—i’m really close," he warned, voice cracking. his cock throbbed heavily on your tongue, the veins pulsing faster as his orgasm built.
you whined around him in encouragement, doubling your efforts. you took him as deep as you could, throat contracting around him while your hand stroked the rest in tight, twisting motions. isagi's breathing turned ragged, his head tipping back again as broken whimpers and curses spilled from his lips.
his thighs started shaking harder, muscles jumping under your palms. his grip in your hair tightened, hips stuttering as he teetered right on the edge.
"baby—fuck, i'm gonna cum—"
right as isagi’s moans turned into broken, high-pitched whimpers and his cock started pulsing wildly on your tongue, the door to the shared room swung open.
"heya isagi! wanna go—WHOA!"
bachira stood in the doorway, eyes wide as saucers. he took in the full scene: you on your knees with isagi's cock buried in your mouth, isagi's flushed face and messy hair, his pants around his ankles.
isagi's eyes snapped open in panic. "bachira?"
bachira's cheeks instantly turned bright red. his usual energy vanished, replaced by pure flustered embarrassment. he slapped both hands over his mouth.
"oh i didn't see anything... i did...but uhm, sorry!!"
he spun around so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet and bolted out the door, slamming it shut behind him.
the room fell silent for a second.
isagi was still rock hard in your mouth, throbbing desperately. his face was burning crimson with embarrassment, but the sudden shock and adrenaline seemed to push him right to the edge.
"oh god..fuck," his voice broke off into a desperate moan as his hips jerked.
you started again, cutting him off. you sucked him deeper and isagi came instantly with a loud, broken groan. thick spurts of cum flooded your mouth as he trembled and panted through his orgasm, overwhelmed from both the pleasure and the mortifying interruption.
you swallowed everything, gently pulling off with a soft pop and wiping the corner of your mouth with a blush. isagi slumped back on the couch, chest heaving, looking completely dazed.
"...i think we sacred him.." he mumbled, covering his red face with both hands.
you climbed onto his lap and kissed his cheek with a grin.
"at least you finally got your first blowjob."
isagi peeked at you through his fingers, still flushed. "yeah..it was amazing."
Hyoma Chigiri — caught by his sis
chigiri had your thighs spread wide on his bed, his long red hair tickling the insides of your legs as he ate you out like a man starved.
his tongue moved with elegant precision. slow, teasing licks followed by firm, hungry strokes that had you gripping the sheets tightly.
"hyo..that feels so good," you moaned, one hand tangled in his silky hair.
he hummed against your cunt, the vibration making your hips twitch. his hands held your thighs open as he licked deeper, sucking gently on your clit before flicking his tongue over it rapidly. he was a natural—attentive, passionate, and devastatingly good with his mouth.
"you taste so sweet," he murmured, voice slightly husky. he looked up at you with those sharp, beautiful eyes, lips glistening with your arousal. "i could do this for hours.."
he leaned back in, sucking your clit into his mouth while sliding two long fingers inside you, curling them perfectly against your g-spot. your back arched off the bed, moans growing louder and needier.
"hyoo! hah—im so close, please,"
he doubled down, tongue working faster, fingers pumping steadily. your thighs started trembling around his head as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.
just as your orgasm was about to crash over you, the door to his bedroom opened.
"hyoma? have you seen my..." chigiri's sister paused mid sentence, eyes widening.
she was holding a towel around her wet hair, clearly fresh out of the shower. "i wanted to borrow your conditioner, but..oh."
you let out a mortified squeak and tried to close your legs, but chigiri's grip kept them open for another second before he finally lifted his head.
his sister's face turned bright red. "i-i didn't know you had someone over, my bad!"
chigiri wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, surprisingly calm despite the situation, though a faint blush dusted his cheeks.
"it's fine..just leave, please?"
his sister nodded quickly, clearly flustered. "right! sorry again! carry on or whatever.."
she rushed out and closed the door behind her.
you covered your face with both hands, dying from embarrassment. "oh my god..your sister just saw you eating me out i wanna die."
chigiri let out a soft chuckle and gently pulled your hands away from your face. his eyes were still dark with lust.
"she'll survive,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "let's continue?"
he lowered his head again, tongue sliding back through your folds as if nothing happened. " no dying yet, i still haven't made you cum and 'm not stopping until i do three times."
"hah—hyo!"
Megruru Bachira — caught by rin
bachira had you bent over the desk in his room, pounding into you from behind.
he was in one of his feral moods—fucking you hard and fast, hands gripping your hips tightly. his cock stretched you open perfectly with every deep stroke.
"so tight and warm," he says breathlessly, leaning over your back. "i love how you squeeze me when i go deep like this.."
"meg..ahh! slow down a little!" you moaned, gripping the edge of the desk as he railed you. the desk creaked loudly under the force of his thrusts.
"aw baby, but you feel so good!" he pouts playfully, before suddenly changed angles and started hitting that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyes. "i wanna to hear more of those cute sounds..yeah, good girl."
his pace turned relentless, hips snapping against your ass as he fucked you. one of his hands snaked around to rub your clit, making your legs shake.
"gonna cum meg, 'm gonna cum!" you cried out.
"hah—shit, cum for me baby," he groans, thrusting harder.
your orgasm hit hard. you cried out, cun clenching around his cock as pleasure ripped through you. bachira groaned at the feeling, still pounding into you without slowing down, chasing his own high with that signature wild energy.
then the door slammed open.
"what the hell is this noise—?" rin stopped dead in the doorway, eyes widening in pure disgust.
bachira's hips stuttered for a second as he looked over at rin, still buried deep inside your twitching cunt. a big, mischievous grin spread across his flushed face.
"oh rin! wanna join?" he said cheerfully, giving one lazy thrust into you just to make you whimper.
rin's face twisted in horror and annoyance. "ew. you're disgusting. both of you. i can hear you from down the hall."
you buried your face in your arms on the desk, mortified, still full of bachira's cock and dripping from your orgasm.
bachira only grins, clearly unbothered. "we were? aw..my bad,"
"shut up," rin snapped, cheeks slightly red. "lock the damn door next time, idiot."
he turned around sharply and walked out, slamming the door behind him.
the second the door closed, bachira looked down at you. "hm..make more noise for me okay? let them all here."
