mdni. consensual / dom!bunny iglesias / fem!reader / reader wears a bunny suit / oral (blowjob) / unprotected sex / rough sex / degradation (slut) / light praise / pet names (bunny) / breeding / non-stop sex / overstimulation / marking (biting) / timeskip / characters are adults ,, request .
and… done.
you tilted your head and struck a few poses in the mirror, feeling smug about how fucking good you looked.
bunny ears perched on your head, a black latex bodysuit hugging every inch of your curves, a fluffy tail stitched right above your ass, bouncing a little when you turned. to top it off, a simple choker — white, collared, with a tiny silver bell. just enough to drive him insane.
you didn't get to admire yourself for long.
the bedroom door creaked open, and there he was — bunny iglesias, standing frozen in the doorway, his duffel bag slipping from his hand and hitting the floor with a dull thud.
his eyes scanned you once, then again. his mouth opened, like his brain was still trying to catch up.
“you…” he started, voice hoarse. “what the hell is that?”
“do you like it?” you asked, twirling slowly and striking another pose, playful. “i told you i wanted to try something new.”
he blinked. “and you chose… a bunny costume?”
you stepped forward, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck, pressing your body against his, latex brushing against fabric. you looked up at him with a pout.
“don’t act like you don’t like it,” you whispered. “i’m also a bunny now. wanna show me how bunnies fuck?”
well, that did it.
he shoved you back lightly, kicking his bag aside, and slammed the door shut. without a word, he moved to sit on the edge of the bed, legs spread slightly, eyeing you with that signature smile that made your stomach twist.
“wanna show me how bunnies suck each other off first?” he said, head tilting.
you dropped to your knees without hesitation, crawling between his legs. fingers curled into the waistband of his pants, tugging them down just enough to free him. he was already half-hard and growing fast.
you swallowed. you always did at the sight of him.
you licked a stripe up his length, testing the waters before finally taking him into your mouth, inch by inch, letting your lips stretch and your jaw ache. his breath hitched.
“how cute,” he murmured, voice soft, almost affectionate — a sharp contrast to the way his fingers tangled in your hair, gripping tight, guiding your pace. “a bunny’s sucking me off.”
you moaned around him, letting the sound vibrate through your throat. you swear you felt his cock twitch in your mouth as it grew inside of you. he responded with a low groan, bucking his hips into your face.
tears were already pricking at your eyes as he pushed you down again, much deeper this time.
“fuck— you’re so good at this,” he hissed, watching your lips stretch wide around his cock, watching the way drool spilled down your chin. “too much?”
you shook your head quickly, blinking up at him, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, and your lips still wrapped around him. your mascara was starting to run.
he cursed under his breath, letting his head fall back, then grabbed your hair again, rougher this time, thrusting into your mouth with more force.
“fuck, you just know how to use that mouth of yours, huh?” he groaned. “you’re such a slut, my fucking bunny.”
your throat clenched as he hit the back of it, over and over, making you gag on him. he didn’t stop. didn’t even slow down to let you breathe.
sloppy noises filled the room, and with just a few more messy thrusts, he twitched hard on your tongue.
“swallow it, baby.”
you did. every single drop of him. down your throat.
he pulled you up by the arm like you weighed nothing and pushed you onto the bed. your back hit the sheets with a soft bounce, and before you could even catch your breath, he was crawling over you, his gaze like a predator’s, not a prey’s.
“you want to know how bunnies fuck?” he asked, grabbing your chin and kissing you hard — a messy, desperate kiss that tasted like him — salt and filth. “well, i hope you’re fucking ready.”
“because you shouldn’t underestimate bunnies.”
his mouth trailed down your neck, sucking hickies into your skin, marking you over the collar, just above the choker. he didn’t touch the suit. didn’t take it off. he wanted to fuck you with it on.
he slid his hand down between your legs, found the edge of the bodysuit, and pushed the crotch aside — his fingers slipping between your folds with ease.
you were soaked. already ruined, really. and he barely did anything.
“all this from just sucking me off?” he muttered, voice low. “or was it the costume? how filthy.”
you whimpered as two fingers pressed into you, curling slow.
he chuckled lightly, leaning in to whisper in your ear.
“you’re dripping,” he said. “you really are a bunny in heat.”
you cried out when his fingers hit that spot that made your legs tremble. he didn’t stop, just went harder, not slowing down.
his mouth was hot on your neck, teeth grazing skin before he bit down hard enough to make you jolt.
“so cute,” he said, breath ragged, pulling his fingers out.
you clenched around nothing as he lined himself up, dragging his cock through your slick folds once, then twice, then slammed into you in one rough, messy thrust.
your gasp was swallowed by his mouth, his tongue swirling around yours as he started pounding into you without control — just pure instinct, like he was chasing something, like you were his prey.
“fuck— fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed, thrusts brutal and fast. “look s’good as a bunny. wanted me to fuck you like this?”
you nodded weakly, words gone, nails digging into his shoulders as he rutted into you like a feral animal. hips snapping hard, fast, and sloppy.
he came fairly quickly, thick spurts filling you up, but he didn’t stop.
not even for a second.
he didn’t even slow down.
“one’s not enough,” he muttered, almost to himself, eyes blown wide as he pulled back and thrust into you again, chasing his second orgasm like he was a starving animal. “bunnies go for hours, right? over and over. better keep up, baby.”
but you could barely keep up. your thighs were shaking, your whole body trembling with the aftershocks, but he was still hard, still moving, still moaning into your skin.
“you’re gonna take all of it,” he panted. “i’m gonna fill you so full you won’t stop dripping for days.”
he flipped you over, pushed your face into the pillows, pulled your ass up with one hand and shoved himself back in. you screamed into the sheets, your body already overstimulated, but he didn’t care.
“look at this— still so wet for me. fuck, you love this, don’t you?” his voice was almost feral, licking his lips at the sight of you in a bunny suit, all ruined by him. “such a desperate little bunny.”
you were crying now. begging. and he was praising you for it. calling you his good bunny. his little toy. telling you to take it like you were made to be used.
“so good—” you babbled, brain melting with each thrust. “so deep— ah— baby, ‘s too good—”
“yeah?” he hummed, biting your neck gently. “you’re taking it so well. look at you— drooling all over the sheets. you’re such a good little bunny, baby. all for me.”
you nodded desperately, hands clawing at the bed, legs twitching.
and by the third round, you were barely able to hold your body up. so he had you on your back again, arms pinned above your head, pushing into you slow but deep, making sure you felt everything. you were dripping, overflowing, ruined, overstimulated, everything. but he looked so obsessed with it — obsessed with you in the bunny suit.
he wasn’t finished yet.
“gonna fill you up again, baby,” he promised, biting down on your shoulder. “and again. until you’re marked inside and out.”
itoshi rin hates using condoms. hates the way the rubber feels around him, tight enough to leave a ring at the base of his cock.
either it’s too small for him, or his cock’s just too big for it. he prefers fucking you raw, wants to feel every bit of you, in full detail.
he likes the way your gummy walls squeeze around him, milking his cock as he pounds in and out of you, your cries and moans echoing off the bedroom walls.
he can feel every bit of you, and so can you. every inch, every vein, the stretch of your pussy wrapped tight around him. at this point, he’s already carved himself into you.
his favorite part is when you cum. when your warm walls flutter and clench so tight around him, like your pussy doesn’t know whether it wants to keep him in or push him out from how overwhelming it feels.
and when you gush around him, shaking and soaking wet, it always pushes him over the edge. he cums deep inside you almost instantly. then he pulls out, just to see it drip out of your hole before pushing it all back in with his fingers. he loves seeing you filled to the brim.
thinking about itoshi rin who loves overstimulating you, pressing down on your stomach every time he thrusts into your dripping cunt. he’s such a tease that sometimes he would deliberately go slower just to hear you cry and whine for more — and when you do, he starts speeding up and thrusting harder — so much that you’d wished that you never begged for more in the first place. by the end of it, when you’re shaking and on the brink of passing out, he would caress your cheek and whisper in your ear, “be a good girl and take one more for me, yeah?”
mdni. consensual / oral / piv / messy kitchen sex / food play (frosting) / timeskip ,, request .
“meguru, stop it!”
your laugh echoed throughout the kitchen as you tried defending yourself from your boyfriend, who was chasing you around the kitchen island with frosting coated around his fingers.
one thing about spending time with bachira was that no matter what you did, even if it was just sitting around doing nothing, it was never boring. he’d always find a way to lift the mood with some random conversation that spiraled into a debate about hypothetical scenarios or if aliens existed. or, it would end like this — with him teasing and playing with you until your stomach hurt from laughing.
just like right now.
you’d invited him to bake with you after realizing how many videos you’d saved in your youtube playlist. a cute little hobby to share, you thought.
but you hadn’t expected it to get this messy.
there was frosting on your cheeks, flour in your hair, and your shirt clung to your body from spilt water. the kitchen was covered in flour, sugar and cream, a complete disaster.
and it only got messier.
you squealed as bachira caught you by the arm, pulling you back toward him and smearing frosting across your cheeks.
“meguru! i’m all sticky now!” you laughed, squirming in his grip.
“we’ll clean it up later, come on!” he grinned, reaching into the bowl for more frosting.
you were faster this time, grabbing a handful and slapping it onto his face.
you both broke into laughter as he shut one eye, trying to wipe the cream off.
but before he could clean himself, you tiptoed forward, grabbing his face. and then, without thinking, you licked the frosting off his skin.
your tongue dragged slowly over his cheek, up to the corner of his mouth. and when you finally reached his lips, he pulled you in, kissing you hard and sweet. it tasted like warm vanilla, your tongues tangling with thick swirls of sugar between them.
when you finally pulled away, you both were out of breath. his fingers, which were still sticky, smeared more frosting across your cheek. you caught his wrist, brought his hand to your mouth, and slowly licked his fingers clean.
your eyes flicked up to his, and that’s when you saw it. the shift. the dark glint behind his grin.
“you’re really good at that…” he murmured as he shoved his fingers deeper into your mouth, watching your lips stretch around them. you moaned softly, tongue swirling around the frosting-slick digits.
his hand slipped from your mouth only to grab your waist, lifting you up and setting you on the counter. the bowl of frosting wobbled beside you, forgotten and abandoned when his mouth found your neck, tongue dragging over your skin as his hands slipped under your shirt, fingers painting sugar along your waistline.
“we’re such a mess,” you whispered, threading your sticky fingers through his hair.
“mhm,” he hummed, his hands not stopping as they roamed your body, “but you look so good like this. covered in sugar. all soft and sweet for me.”
he sank to his knees between your legs, kissing up your thighs as his sticky fingers slid higher.
“wait— meguru,” you gasped as his fingers tugged at the waistband of your shorts.
“shh,” he grinned. “wanna taste you.”
he didn’t give you time to be shy. your shorts and panties were tugged off and tossed aside. he leaned in, licking a stripe up your inner thigh before nudging your knees wider apart.
his tongue found you fast, but licking hot and slow, lapping between your folds like he was starved for it.
“fuck, meguru—” you moaned, head falling back, fingers immediately tangling into his hair.
he hummed into you, hands gripping your thighs to keep you spread wide open for him. the sounds were filthy — the wet drag of his tongue, the soft noises spilling from your mouth, the occasional swipe of his thumb when he rubbed circles into your clit between licks.
“you taste even better than the frosting,” he mumbled, licking you deeper.
he devoured you like he meant it — sucking, licking, and teasing until your thighs trembled and your hips rolled against his mouth without shame.
“meguru— i’m—” you cried, breath catching as you reached your climax.
you came hard on his tongue, thighs squeezing his head, back arching right there on the kitchen counter. but he kept licking you through it, messy and unbothered, letting you ride it out until you were gasping for air.
when he pulled back, his lips and chin were coated with your slick, cheeks flushed, eyes filled with lust.
“best thing i’ve ever tasted,” he said, licking sugar off his bottom lip.
you were still panting when he stood up again, towering over you. he leaned in and kissed the corner of your mouth, where cream still lingered.
“your turn,” he whispered.
you blinked, still dazed. “huh?”
he tugged his sweats down just enough to free himself — already hard, already twitching. frosting still clung to his hands, and he used it, rubbing some along his cock, moaning under his breath.
“come on,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist. “gotta clean this mess up too.”
you slid off the counter and dropped to your knees, licking frosting from the tip of his cock before slowly taking him into your mouth. your tongue swirled around him, the frosting making it even sweeter and even messier.
“fuck,” he groaned, tightening his grip on your hair. “just like that.”
you bobbed your head, going deeper each time, savoring the way he gasped and rocked his hips forward. his eyes stayed on you, looking hungry, like he couldn’t get enough of the sight of your lips stretched around his cock, spit and sugar dripping down your chin.
“you’re gonna make me cum just like this…”
but he pulled out suddenly, breathing hard.
“nah,” he muttered, tugging you up by the arm and spinning you around, “wanna be inside you when i finish.”
you gasped as your chest hit the counter, bare skin pressed to cold marble. your shorts were already gone from earlier, so there was nothing between you now except the tension.
you felt him behind you, one hand on your lower back and the other dragging through your folds.
“still so wet,” he murmured, almost to himself. “so sticky f’me.”
you moaned when he teased your entrance, backing up against his hips instinctively.
“please— meguru— need you s’bad.”
he chuckled.
“need me that bad, baby?” he asked, teasing your entrance. “want it now?”
you nodded desperately.
and he didn’t waste time.
he pushed in slowly, the stretch making your back arch instantly, your hands scrambling to find something to hold onto as he had you pinned against the frosting-covered counter. he bottomed out in one steady, devastating thrust.
“shit,” he groaned, hips snapping forward, “you always suck me in so good, baby.”
the sound of skin slapping echoed through the kitchen, mixing with your cries and the faint scent of sugar still hanging in the air. your body rocked against the counter, frosting smeared under your palms, flour dusting your stomach.
he leaned over your back, voice hot and low against your ear.
“you feel that?” he asked, grinding deep into you. “you’re dripping all over my cock.”
you gasped, unable to respond, legs shaking as pleasure tore through you with every thrust. his hand reached down again, rubbing your clit in fast, messy circles.
“cum for me, baby,” he whispered, nipping your shoulder. “come on.”
you let go with a cry, with him still inside you, your thighs trembled as he fucked you through it, chasing his own high.
“aah, meguru—! t’much, t’much—!”
he came with a deep groan, hips jerking against you as he spilled inside, riding it out in a few rough thrusts before stilling.
you both stayed like that for a moment — panting, covered in frosting and sweat, the kitchen a war zone of sugar and sex.
and then he laughs softly, pulling back to kiss your cheek.
mdni. consensual / riding / soft dom!reader / partner is exhausted / intimate sex / timeskip / characters are adults ,,
he came home with the weight of the world on his shoulders and sweat on his neck, feeling tired and drained. you barely got a word out before he collapsed onto the bed with a grunt — head tilted back, eyelids feeling too heavy to keep open, chest rising and falling with exhaustion.
and yet, his cock still had the energy to twitch when you straddled him. still throbbed when you slid your hand beneath his waistband and whispered, “let me take care of you.”
now he’s lying on his back, hands gripping your waist like a lifeline as you ride him slow and deep. you’re doing all the work for him — bouncing on his cock, gummy walls squeezing tight around him with every movement — while he looks like he’s high on ecstasy.
“f— fuck, baby,” he groans, voice hoarse and lazy, forehead damp with sweat. “y’feel so good…”
his breathing gets heavier, jaw becoming slack, fingers digging harder into your hips — enough to leave his mark there. so you grind down harder, rolling your hips just the way he likes. his brows furrowed, mouth falling open with a breathless moan.
“shit— just like that, baby. fuck—”
you leaned forward, hands pressed to his chest to balance yourself, watching the way his abs twitch beneath your touch, the way his chest heaves up and down every time you move. every breath he takes is shaky, every sound raw. he’s so worn out, so pliant — completely at your mercy.
“you like that, baby?” you ask, thighs trembling as your walls clench tight around him.
“yeah… you’re s’good t’me, baby,” he pants, voice breaking with pleasure. “fuck, i needed this.”
his head falls back again. he’s not even moving anymore — too exhausted to thrust, too drained to flip you over — but not too tired to moan your name and fall apart beneath you.
and you don’t mind. he deserves this, deserves to be taken care of.
so you ride him through every shaky breath, every low groan, until the stress of the day melts off his skin and into yours.
mdni. slight dubcon / degradation / hate sex / choking / dumbification / rough sex / overstimulation / toxic dynamics / college students ,,
itoshi rin hates how conceited you are.
he hates the way you walk, like the world was built to worship the ground you walked on. chin high, eyes cold, a smirk playing on your lips like everyone else was below you. he hates the sound of your voice, that sickly sweet tone laced with venom, every word dipped in mockery no matter who you were talking to. he hates your laugh. hates the way it cuts through the air, like you’re always laughing at someone. like you’re untouchable. like everyone else looked pathetic in your eyes.
but more than anything, he hates the way you pretend you’re perfect. like your top grades weren’t earned on your knees, like your reputation wasn’t built on manipulation and threats from dirty secrets disguised as charm. he hates how you smile while twisting the knife, all pretty words and hidden malice, looking down on everyone like they’re nothing but ants on the ground.
and he hates you the most when you’re wrapped around his cock — slick and tight and so fucking warm that he forgets how to think. hates how good you feel when you're crying under him, back arching, lips swollen and wet from begging. hates how sweet your moans sound, how addictive your tight little pussy is, how you lose control under him when you’re drooling into the sheets, shaking from how deep he’s inside you.
it’s no wonder you always get what you want.
it was as if you were made to ruin people — and fuck, he’s no exception.
“gonna cry for me, princess?” he mocks, breath hot against your ear. “gonna cum like the pathetic, cockdrunk slut you are?”
you try to answer, but all that leaves your mouth is a choked, broken moan — high-pitched and whimpery, a sound so raw it makes rin shudder. your lips are parted, tongue slipping out, drool stringing down your chin. your arms gave out ten minutes ago, cheek pressed to the mattress, eyes rolled so far back there’s barely any white left.
“shit,” he hissed. “look at you. can’t even talk anymore.”
he sends his hips forward again, and your whole body jerks with it. your toes curl. your thighs twitch uncontrollably.
“fucked dumb already? can’t take much, huh?” his tone is cruel, but there’s a sick satisfaction behind it. like he’s proud of himself. proud of how far gone he’s pushed you. “thought you were better than everyone, too good for anyone else. what happened to you now?”
he leans down, chest flushed against your back, hand slipping under you to rub circles on your clit. you screamed, hips twitching, and he smirked right against your ear.
“yeah. that’s what i thought. nothing but a dumb little whore now.”
“r— rin—” you finally manage to gasp out, but your voice is wrecked, barely audible, trembling like the rest of you. it sounds more like a plea than anything else.
“what?” he coos mockingly, lips brushing your ear. “what is it? too fucked out to say anything?”
your pussy tightens around him again, and he groans, nearly losing rhythm.
“fuck, you like that, don’t you? like getting treated like a brainless cumdump. you’re dripping — look at this mess. soaking my cock like some desperate fucking whore.”
you’re not really hearing him. everything’s blurred as stars dance behind your eyes. you couldn’t think anymore, all you could do is take it.
and rin? rin’s obsessed. obsessed with the way your body trembles. obsessed with how far he can push you.
“not yet,” he says, tightening his grip around your throat. “hold it for me, hm?”
“can’t!” you whined, shaking your head as your walls fluttered, clenching so hard it’s obscene. “p— please, rin! wanna cum, please, please, please—”
“yeah,” he sneers. “that’s it. cum for me, princess.”
and you do. convulsing violently under him, sobbing as your orgasm tears through you, leaving you limp and twitching.
“how fucking pathetic,” he breathes, hips still snapping into you. “i’m not done with you yet.”
a/n: just to clarify, all my fics are set in the future. everyone’s aged up and fully an adult.
after that night you spent with the both of them, you could never forget about it. not when it felt that good — being ruined and wrecked by two men using you like you were made for it.
touching yourself never came close. especially when your boyfriend, sae, was always away — busy with training schedules, events, tournaments.
so you resorted to something else.
bunny iglesias.
he’d somehow slipped his number into your phone that night. and in a moment of weakness — or desperation, really, you texted him. sent him a picture, too. of you, wet and dripping, fingers teasing yourself with sae’s name still on your lips.
all he asked for was your location.
and now here he was, hand fisted in your hair, pushing your head down until his tip hit the back of your throat. sloppy, obscene sounds filled the room. your gags, his groans, your spit coating his cock in strings.
“was sae not enough for you?” he asked, smug and condescending, as he guided your mouth like you were just a toy. “or did you miss me that much, huh?”
you looked up at him with glassy eyes, unable to answer with his cock so deep in your throat. and you knew he didn’t really want an answer. he just wanted to see you like this. all pathetic and used, gagging around his length.
“oh fuck— keep looking at me like that, baby. gonna cum,” he growled, rutting his hips faster, forcing tears down your cheeks. “swallow.”
and you did. every last drop.
you ended up on the bed, taking him from behind, his cock sliding back into your cunt with a wet smack. he didn’t wait. didn’t slow down. he fucked you rough, relentless, muttering insults under his breath — most aimed at sae.
“does he even fuck you like this?” he sneered. “or is he too busy for you?”
you couldn’t respond. not with your face buried in the sheets and your body bouncing with every thrust. not with your pussy clenching so tight around him it made him groan.
“aah, bunny— t’much— g’na cum!”
“already? hold it f’me, baby,” he muttered, breath hot against your neck.
then — click.
you froze. the shutter of a camera cut through your haze.
“bunny?” you whimpered.
“relax,” he said, far too calm. “y’don’t mind if i invite sae over, right? ‘bout time he came home anyway, no?”
your blood ran cold.
you barely had time to panic, not when he was pounding into your dripping cunt relentlessly, with you screaming his name out with every thrust. at least, until the door slammed open.
sae stood there in his suit, fresh from an event — tie half-removed, expression unreadable. his gaze dropped to your body, trembling, with bunny’s cock still buried inside you. he didn’t even flinch at the sight.
you opened your mouth to say something — anything — but all that came out was another moan. bunny didn’t stop. if anything, he fucked you harder, dragging another broken cry from your throat.
“couldn’t fucking wait for me, huh?” sae said, stepping closer. “or did you just want him more?”
you tried to respond, tried to explain, but the only sounds you made were pathetic little whines as bunny kept fucking into you. sae’s hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.
“answer me.”
“s— sorry— aah, ‘m sorry, sae!”
“she said she’s sorry,” bunny added with a low laugh, thrusting harder. “shouldn’t you forgive her?”
“and whose fault is this?” sae shot him a glare.
“well, if you’re not joining, get out. she’s mine for the night.”
“not even an option,” sae muttered, already stripping. his belt hit the floor with a sharp sound. he was flushed, hard, and leaking by the time he stepped in front of you. “don’t expect me to be nice after you pulled this shit.”
he grabbed a fistful of your hair, still gentle although he was mad, and tilted your head back.
“open.”
your lips parted instantly, trembling, drool already spilling down your chin. he slid his cock into your mouth slowly, letting it drag over your tongue, thick and hot. behind you, bunny gave a sharp thrust that shoved your mouth deeper onto sae’s cock. you gagged, throat tightening around him, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes.
“fuck— look at that,” bunny laughed. “choking on one cock while i’m balls deep in your pussy. you’re disgusting.”
sae hissed through his teeth, grip tightening in your hair.
“no dignity left, huh?” he muttered. “slutting yourself out the second i leave.”
you tried to shake your head, tried to tell him it wasn’t like that, but you were gagging on his cock, taking bunny’s at the same time, and the words wouldn’t come. you didn’t need to speak. they could already see the truth written all over your face.
and they weren’t done with you yet.
your mouth was still full of sae, your pussy stuffed with bunny, and everything hurt — in the best way.
but this wasn’t a threesome.
this was a tug-of-war.
sae was quiet, dangerous. jaw tight, thrusting into you like he was trying to punish you with every inch. not sloppy, not desperate, but deliberate. his hand stayed tangled in your hair, keeping your face exactly where he wanted it — on him.
bunny, meanwhile, was the opposite. he was messy, cocky, possessive in the filthiest way. he fucked you like he wanted sae to watch, like he wanted him to know how good you felt. he’d lean down, mouth against your ear, and say shit like this.
“hear that, baby? that squelchy sound? that’s your greedy little pussy takin’ me in like she missed me.”
you sobbed around sae’s cock. overwhelmed, overstimulated, and humiliated. and they both loved it.
sae pulled out suddenly, his cock slick with spit, your lips raw and trembling. you tried to speak, but bunny didn’t stop. didn’t even slow down.
“on your back,” sae said flatly, already undoing the last button on his shirt. “i’m not done with you.”
“fuck, man,” bunny began, but didn’t stop fucking you from behind. “you just gonna pretend i’m not here? i wasn’t even done yet.”
“you will be soon,” sae muttered.
you couldn’t even process it — not when bunny pulled out just long enough for sae to grab your thighs and drag you beneath him. your back hit the mattress, legs open, and sae pushed into you like he didn’t care you were already ruined.
bunny stood off to the side, still hard, stroking himself lazily.
“she only started whining like that after i stretched her out,” he said, smug.
“no,” sae shot back, staring down at you. “she’s crying because she knows she fucked up.”
his thrusts were sharp and mean. he didn’t kiss you, didn’t touch you gently. he gripped your hips like he was trying to keep you still, like if you moved the wrong way, he’d snap.
“say it,” he muttered, jaw clenched. “say you’re sorry.”
“i— i’m s— sorry, sae—!”
“louder.”
bunny leaned in, thumbing your lip. “you don’t have to beg him,” he whispered. “you have me.”
sae’s eyes darkened. “get away from her.”
“won’t be happening.”
for a second, it felt like the room might explode — but neither man bothered to spare a single contact with the other, they just kept touching you.
sae fucked you harder, deeper, the sound of your soaked pussy echoing loud in the space between all their tension. bunny moved closer, hand still pumping himself slow, like he had all the time in the world.
“open your mouth, baby,” he said. “show him who really made you like this.”
and when you did, sae’s grip tightened.
“you’re really disgusting,” he muttered. “taking both of us like this.”
you moaned, loud and high-pitched, as bunny slid two fingers into your mouth, letting you suck around them while sae kept fucking into you, unrelenting.
“she’s gonna cum,” bunny said, eyes on you.
“no,” sae growled. “not until i say so.”
your body was trembling, twitching, and ruined. you were caught between them, not being shared, but being claimed by them. over and over.
and when you finally felt bunny twitch and cum in your mouth, hot, thick, and groaning your name — while sae spilled inside you right after, it was too much. you fell apart completely. they left you shaking, ruined, and open. skin slick with sweat and cum, chest heaving, throat raw.
“look at her,” bunny muttered, breathless. “we fucked her stupid.”
“pathetic,” sae said again, dragging his thumb across your cheek. “but maybe now you’ll think twice before pulling something like this again.”
mdni. consensual / jealous!isagi / fem!reader / posessiveness / overstimulation / rough sex / timeskip / characters are adults ,,
isagi yoichi doesn’t realize how overstimulated you are as he’s currently pounding into your swollen, dripping cunt, taking out all his jealousy and anger on you.
“i mean, how could one be so blatant about hitting on you when your boyfriend was right there?” he rambled, grunting as he slams into you from behind, hands bruising your hips, strangled moans spilling out of your mouth with every thrust. “it was like i wasn’t even there. as if i didn’t have my arm around you.”
“ridiculous. was it not obvious you were mine?” his pace suddenly picks up, so rough and fast you swear you blacked out for a split second before snapping back to your senses.
“mmm— t’much, yoichi!” you cry, hands gripping and releasing the sheets.
“and he was staring at you up and down from across the room,” he continued, fucking you even harder now. “did you notice that, baby?”
