having such dirty thoughts about an older bf who wears a blue shirt and slacks. who works so hard in his office and never slacks off but then.. you come in to check on him and suddenly he decides that maybe a little break would suit him well. next thing you know, you're bent over his desk with tears in your eyes as you beg him to stop.
his dick sliding into your soft pussy, with each heavy thrust of his hips. his hand at the back of your neck pressing your cute face down against the hard wooden desk.
"that's it, my pretty little dolly." he coos. his body towering over you. a soft grunt leaving his lips as you tighten around him. you were too cute.
he makes you cum on his cock but instead of stopping, he keeps moving. fucking your cum back into you. his hand moving down to rub against your clit. you cry out in pain.. or was that pleasure ? you're not quite sure but you're practically begging him to stop... too bad he gets turned on to the sounds of your pathetic pleas.
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it’s always been a big, filthy fantasy for könig to be used like an object for your pleasure and ruined by you until he’s a shattering mess. waking up at 3 in the morning, his cock already rock hard and his sensitive tip leaking. and there you were, catching him squirming under the covers it was almost pathetic, yet adorable of him. cooing into his ears and sweetly caressing him, you whisper for him to keep begging and begging for you since he knows that’s what you love to hear from him. just begging, whimpering, breathing heavily, almost crying for you to do whatever you want to him. whether it’d be lifting his mask just to only use his mouth for you to sit on, hearing him praising and worshipping you with his needy voice, sitting on his aching cock for you to get yourself off, or pegging him roughly— he wouldn’t care about what you planned on doing to him, as long as he can please you. and it was a privilege for him to be your personal fuck toy, a human dildo that’s good for nothing but orgasms and dopamine releases. riding on his face until you made a sweet mess all over his mouth and his chin, then jerking him off into your fist as he keeps eating you out, cooing at the way he whines so pathetically from making him cum. then overstimulating him by bouncing on his cock, your hand wrapped around his throat and praising him for being such a good boy.
“you know what pretty boy fucktoys do when they cum? they smile and they take it. now who’s my good pretty boy fucktoy?”
könig couldn’t even form a proper sentence, let alone a coherent thought. his breathing is heavy, his whines became erratic, and he couldn’t stop sobbing. “i— i am… all my— all my cum… all my cum is for— for you, baby…”
hey hey hey I have had a hell of a day (Actually Hell) because I did too many fun things (a problem apparently) and then also we put up the christmas tree leading to the inevitable christmas tree installation arguments (they pop up every year like clockwork!)
anyway i have been overstimulated and stressed (just want to emphasize that there is NO pressure here whatsoever! id like to avoid any semblance of that actually and I know you're already working on 12 days so take your time) and it would be very cathartic to see chris dealing with similar issues (the Wonderful guy. we are pretty similar.) thanks a lot for reading this, even if you don't write anything !
Sorry this took so long, Anon! I swear I've been trying to get this written for literally almost two months now
CW: Some references to Chris's past, overstimulation, anxiety
"Hey, where did Chris go?" Laken blinks and looks around, but the living room of the house they rent - filled with laughing, happy people - shows no sign of Chris's telltale lavender hair with its new-penny copper roots.
One of Brit's friends just shrugs at them and gestures, vaguely, in the direction of the kitchen. "Dunno. He wandered off a while ago, maybe that way?"
"Oh, okay. Huh." Laken steps back, the circle of laughing people closing up tight as soon as they do. Their dark eyes scan the room, but there's no sign of him.
He'd been doing great - all but holding court, one of the most popular people at the party. He's sort of famous, since the Olympics, and people had been peppering him with questions and compliments, crowding around wanting nothing more than to be friends with the ex-pet who stood up to the bad guys on live TV. They'd seen him dancing, too, the music loud enough to nearly make the walls shake. The easy, unselfconscious dancing they loved in him the most.
He'd seemed to be enjoying himself, at the time, but...
Where has he gone?
They weave around people, stopping to pick up an ornament that has fallen off the tree. The scent of pine is subtle and ever-present, and they carefully work the ornament's little loop back over a branch, ruefully watching a couple of pine needles come loose and drift down. The damn thing is already starting to turn a little brown around its edges, thanks to Laken's roommate having insisted on buying it literally the day before Thanksgiving.
Laken doesn't even celebrate Christmas, not since they stopped going to Mass on Christmas Eve years and years ago. Still, in a house they rent with three others, they're the only one who doesn't at least pay lip service to the holiday.
And even if they don't give a fuck about Christmas, they do like having an excuse to throw a party.
The tinsel wrapped in spirals around, over, and below the ornaments glitters in the light, and the look makes them think of Chris, and how his eyes have always looked just the same, to them, when they're out at night and the moon hits the green of his irises just right.
Their search leads them to Ben, contentedly sitting on the couch, a drink in one hand and his phone in the other, quietly reading something there while the party is in full swing around him. He glances up and then instinctively, immediately, uses a finger to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "Hey, Laken. What's up?"
"Is Akio not coming tonight?"
"Oh... no." Ben blushes - it's adorable, and Laken can't help the smile playing around their lips. "He's got some kind of meeting with the gymnastics team, or his coaches? Or... something like that. He said sorry, though."
"Nah, no problem. But, hey, so. Uh, have you seen Chris, like within the last ten minutes or so??"
Someone puts Christmas music on and Laken shudders as they hear that damn 80s pop song start up again. If they have to hear that fucking song one more time...
"Nope. Not in a while." Ben shrugs, taking a drink. Whatever he has in that cup is pinkish-red and probably far more alcoholic than it tastes. Laken's roommate had insisted on a signature cocktail. "You could check outside? Sometimes when there's a lot of people, to Chris it's... too much."
Laken nods, still scanning the crowd, but their stomach knots a little with the first hit of real anxiety. Ben is right, Chris can get overwhelmed by too much noise and movement, but also he's been drinking tonight - they saw the same red punch in a cup in his hands earlier - and he has a tendency to get... hazy, when he drinks. Flirty in ways that aren't natural to him. Willing to let people hug him that he doesn't like, unable to bring himself to stop them. Sometimes his stammer smooths out, which makes people who don't know him feel more comfortable and people who do know him nervous. He starts tipping his head to the side in a way that makes the sweep of his growing-out hair hide the scar on his forehead, biting his lower lip when he smiles. It makes Laken feel a little sick to see it happen and realize Chris doesn't even notice when he's doing it.
The last thing they need is to have to come up with an explanation for Chris losing track of himself again, or why he's eating olives off the charcuterie board Brit brought knowing damn well he'll just go to the bathroom and get sick all over the place again, or... fuck, what if somebody hits on him and he's too drunk to stop it?
That hasn't happened since college, but...
They pull their phone out, uneasily checking for a text, but there's nothing. If he went outside, he'd text, right? He does, he always does. Texts can be easier and Chris is always a little nervous about being outside alone.
He insisted on coming tonight, said he was feeling good lately, but-... what if-...
They flinch when fingers touch their arm, only to see Ben must have stood up when they weren't looking. He slips his own phone into his jacket pocket and looks Laken over more closely. "Hey. It's okay, he's probably fine. You know he gets weird when parties are really going. It's like a light switch, enough to too much, I totally get it. It's why I'm on the couch fucking around on Kindle instead of, you know... talking to people." Ben says it like talking to people is literal hell, and... okay, Laken can see how that might be the case. "He probably just needed to get away from it and wandered off."
"Uh, yeah. I know." Laken rubs at the back of their neck, fingers moving through the soft, shorn undercut beneath their longer black waves. "I'm sure that's it. Just... you know, sometimes he... when he gets nervous..."
"I got you." They adore Ben, sometimes, for how often they don't have to finish the sentences they don't want to say. He knows what words haven't yet spilled, unwilling. Sometimes he acts like he belongs to us, not like he loves us. Sometimes I can't trust him to find his way back on his own. Sometimes I feel like Jake, and I hate feeling like Jake.
Words die in their throat.
Ben squeezes their arm, gently. "Let's split up and search around. I'll go outside, you go around the house, okay? We verify how he is, then whichever one finds him tells the other. Sound good?" Ben smiles, and Laken relaxes a little, finding a smile for him in return.
"Yeah, sounds good. Thanks, Ben."
"No problem." Ben has always understood Chris, thanks to his little brother being similar in some ways. He understands Laken's worry, too, because better than anyone else here - he knows how Chris sometimes gets lost in his past, especially if he's drinking, worse the maybe twice Laken's ever seen him try an edible or a pill.
What if he got drunk and someone offered him something and he took it? Drunk Chris sometimes isn't a Chris who can easily turn down anything he's offered.
This party was a stupid idea.
Laken takes a deep breath and squares their shoulders.
Chris is not a child.
He is a goddamn grown man and Laken is not his keeper. They're not his parent and they're not a babysitter. They're definitely not his fucking... owner or whatever the bastards that hurt him would have called it. They're his partner. He can handle himself, better than they could if they'd lived his life, and they need to trust him to either know his limits and to get away if he can't say no, or to come to them if he wants to ask for help. Otherwise, they're not any better than the bullshit he's been buried in for longer than he's known them.
Ben goes to check outside, slipping silently out the sliding door onto the back porch where a small crowd has congregated in a cloud of skunky smoke, while Laken heads upstairs, peeking their head in to room after room with no sign of him anywhere. They see some movement under a pile of coats, but that's... definitely not Chris, based on the very female voices who yell at them to give them some fucking privacy, please.
"Sorry, Brit," Laken calls, closing the door tightly. "And, um, Leigh. Just looking for Chris-"
"Well, he isn't in here or we'd have kicked him out already," Brit says, cranky but without any real anger in her voice. Laken doesn't recognize the redhead whose eyes pop up from beneath the pile of coats next to her. "Check a different room."
"Yeah, I will. Uh... keep having fun, I guess-"
"That's the plan! Now leave, please!"
The door latches as they close it, and they exhale. There's one room left, at the end of the hall, and they can hear a familiar murmuring from behind the door when they press their ear up against it.
Laken knocks, rapping gently with their knuckles, and turns the knob when they hear no answer - but no demand to stay out either. The murmuring goes silent. They sigh, and the door swings open, light cutting across the carpet until it reveals their wayward boyfriend.
No one has claimed this bedroom yet, so it's bare and empty except for a couple unpacked cardboard boxes, Brit's exercise bike by the window, a couple of her yoga mats, a laundry basket with a few folded towels, and a bare mattress the last housemate had left behind on the floor when they moved out.
Laken's lips press together, eyes scanning the room. Chris's phone is on the mattress, along with an empty beer bottle, but Chris isn't. "Chris? Cariño?"
A muffled rustling makes them jump, heart in their throat, and then they realize the sound came from the closet, where the folding doors are closed. Laken pulls them open to reveal Chris curled up, knees nearly to his chin, an open bottle clutched in one hand, his chewy necklace in the other. He'd chosen the bat one tonight, and his hand is closed around it in such a tight fist Laken can tell his knuckles are white even in the dark.
Chris doesn't look at them. He's swaying, rocking forward and back, his eyes focused on something far, far away from them. There's red lines on his left wrist, where he's dug his nails in, scratching not quite deep enough to draw blood, but close. Laken takes a deep breath, shifting into a crouch.
"Talk to me, Chris."
"No." The answer is flat, and they watch his thumb rub over the little nub of the silicone bat's nose, the points of its tiny ears. "No, no, no. No."
At least he's saying it out loud.
That alone makes the knot of anxiety in their chest start to loosen. If he can say no, he isn't gone, maybe just... standing a little farther back, inside his own head, than the surface.
"Okay. Okay, that's fine. No talking, that's fine. Are you okay, baby?" Laken keeps their voice just above a whisper and lays their hand on the wood trim that frames this shitty excuse for a closet, the floor creaking under them. "You... kind of vanished on me, there."
Chris's eyes flick to them and then away again. "Loud," He manages, and he sounds like he's forcing the word out between gritted teeth. Maybe he is. "Too, too, too... too loud. Too much, too... many."
"I guess Ben called it." Laken sighs, pulling out their phone and sending Ben a quick text that they found Chris and everything's fine. they get a thumbs-up in reply almost immediately. Ben must have been as anxious as they are, if he was just watching for their text to come in. "Do you want me to call Jake to come get you, or..."
"No!" He snaps it, and Laken tries not to wince. He's just struggling with the noise of the party, they tell themself, he's not actually angry. Chris almost never gets angry, and even then it's only at himself. Which... is worse, somehow. "No. Just... Quiet, it's... it's it's quiet."
"Right. Do you want me to stay with you? Be quiet with you?"
He shakes his head, but he doesn't say anything else. His mouth moves, but no further sounds come out.
"Chris, did..." They want to ask, did someone say something to you? Sometimes people said things, referenced pets or something in a way that set him off. But even if someone had... he probably wouldn't tell them, at least not now, not when every word seemed to have to filter through layer after layer of self-protection in his mind. "Never mind. Is there anything I can do for you? Water, or..."
He shakes his head. "No. Just. Um. Quiet... quiet, now. Please?"
"Yeah." Laken leans over and presses a kiss to his hair. He tips his head against their lips and they exhale in relief. "I love you, Chris. Come back if you can, but if you can't, that's okay, too. Just don't hurt yourself, okay? Things should start winding down in a couple hours." They take the little plastic bat and push it against the hand that's still scratching at his shoulder, until he takes hold of it again, pressing it against his mouth and running it back and forth, back and forth.
Chris is quiet, but as they open the door to head back into the hallway, they hear a quiet, "Love, love you," from Chris, barely audible.
They smile as they close the door. Down the hall, the sounds of the party hit them like a brick, beckoning them back to the noise and the cheer and the awful fucking Christmas music still blaring at top volume. Someone yells something out and the whole damn crowd cheers, making Laken wince at it feels nearly deafening.
Summary: Connie teaches Jean how to make a girl finish, and he uses their best friend as a teaching example. It doesn’t help that Jean’s been pining after you for years—or does it? (Dark Red - Steve Lacey)
Word Count: 5.5k
Content/Warnings: MDNI, Read my rules before you follow, Reader has female genitalia with she/her pronouns, friends to lovers, friends with benefits, threesome, oral (f receiving), praise kink, light impact play, overstimulation, degradation, choking, sex toys (vibrator), orgasm denial, nipple play (oil - yeah, oil)
Author’s Note: Hello! This is part of one of my lovely moots @lacheri’s Midnight Muses Collab! Honestly, I changed the entire concept of the fic and the song, and I also removed any dark content in favor of some more fluff. Thanks Cheri for letting me participate in this collab and be sure to check out the rest of the submissions by the amazing writers who participated!! Also, thank you to @bagsyy who beta read this fic and shared my Jean/Connie enthusiasm! <33
One of your best friends sits on his knees between your spread legs. He’s digging his fingers into the bed, blown pupils drifting up and down your clothed body, to the head that’s balanced on your shoulder.
Connie’s fingers fiddle with the hem of your loose shirt.
“Stop stressing so much, Jean,” he consoles. Jean watches as Connie’s large hands roam your clothed body, reaching down to grope your inner thighs. He sees the distant look in your eyes and recognizes it as arousal.
You’ve barely even been touched and you’re already throbbing.
“She likes to be teased,” Connie says. “Yeah? You like to be teased?”
You swallow and nod, holding onto Connie’s thighs. Your breathing grows shallow. Air kisses your skin where he pulls up on your shirt.
He strips you, leaving you in only your panties, and Jean’s eyes drop to your chest then down between your thighs. A dark patch forms on your light gray panties, confirming his earlier observation. He bites back a groan.
“Take her panties off, Jean.”
He stops breathing entirely.
His eyes move to meet yours, silently asking for reassurance, and you respond by lifting your hips, exhaling when you feel his fingertips grazing along your body. Goosebumps rouse all down your skin, smoothed away by Connie’s warm palms rubbing up and down your outer arms.
Your panties are placed on the bed, and your legs are pried open again.
“There,” Connie says. “Let’s begin.”
8:00 p.m.
TWO HOURS EARLIER
Connie deepthroats the straw of his milkshake, gagging horrifically though not stopping while you and Jean ignore his usual antics. You share a plate of fresh fries between you.
The neon lights from the diner cast a luminescent glow of purple and pink across the side of Jean’s face. His little facial hair is neatly groomed and trimmed, and you know because you can smell the aftershave on his jaw swirl together with the spritz of cologne on his neck. His jacket from earlier smells like him, too. It rests on your shoulders, which he tucked there before pushing the door open to the diner.
Late October means lower temperatures and harsher winds, especially when the sun goes down before seven o’clock.
Luckily, your best friend is a gentleman. He always has been.
Hints of pine and sandalwood tickle your nose, but not before the smell of sizzling food from the kitchen does.
“So, Jean, how are things going with Mikasa?” Connie asks, clearing his throat. It appears like he’s stopped trying to fit half of the straw down his throat. Thank God.
Jean grunts, waving his hand.
You frown and tilt your head, “You guys are still dating, right?”
He meets your gaze. Jean would never even dream of making you jealous. He isn’t into that petty shit. But if you don’t like him, then what’s the harm in trying to find someone who does, right? You have your own endeavors, so he’s entitled to his own as well. It still doesn’t stop him from feeling like shit about it—like he’s betraying you, even though you haven’t the slightest idea what he really thinks of you.
This secret is one he’ll take to the grave. And one he definitely won’t tell Connie or Sasha, either.
Armin is the only one who knows. Mostly because Jean confided in him when he was absolutely shitfaced and moping over watching Eren shamelessly flirt with you at that Marley party they attended a few weeks ago.
That night, Jean had slung his arm around your waist; pressed his fingertips into the bare skin of your hip so he could murmur low into your ear how much you’d regret ever sleeping with a guy as hot headed as Yeager.
You had only laughed softly and leaned in and assured him you had no intention of going home with anyone when he was that drunk. Someone had to put Jean to bed.
“We were never dating,” Jean clarifies. He tugs on the sleeve of the coat over your shoulders to make sure it doesn’t slip off. A piece of your hair is pulled out from beneath and tossed back. “Just talking. But we both decided there wasn’t any attraction. We’re better off as friends, anyway.”
Relief washes through you, and you settle back into your seat. “Mikasa is pretty cool,” you say. “I like her.”
“What about you?” Jean asks casually. “Are you seeing anyone?”
Connie snorts and leans forward on his elbows. He jabs a thumb in his direction. A disgusting smirk rises on his lips. “Oh, yeah.”
“Ha-ha. As if she’d ever stoop— “ The smile on Jean’s lips falters when he notices the way your lips purse. Something inside of him cracks. “No.”
“Connie’s being dramatic,” you frown.
“We’re just hooking up. Nothing like the benefits of having friends, right?” He swirls a fry in some ketchup.
Jean’s head snaps in your direction. “Please tell me he didn’t coerce, or force, or— “
“Unfortunately, I have no excuse.”
Jean goes dead silent and slack jawed. The fact that Connie—fucking Connie—is sleeping with you? Is putting his hands on you? Connie?
Jean thinks he’s actually going to pass out. Even if it’s just friends with benefits, that doesn’t change the gaping hole eroding further in the pit of his stomach. Just thinking about you with some other guy, in any way, makes him want to drag you away with a hand around your wrist and—
“Chill out, Jean. It won’t ruin the friendship or anything. Besides, she’s too nervous to go out and flirt with a guy to take home,” Connie explains, popping a fry into his mouth. “But she’s also needy as— “
“Connie!” you shout. “Fuck off.”
Connie shrugs. “It’s true though,” then he looks at Jean. “Trust me, there aren’t any feelings involved.” He looks at you next. “Never in my life would I wanna be involved romantically with you, no offense.”
“Believe me, the feeling’s mutual,” you murmur. The heat on your cheeks beats furiously, and you slouch further into your seat.
“I’m mostly just helping her learn how to do stuff for when she’s ready to ask out this guy she likes,” Connie adds.
Again, “Connie!”
“What?! Who?” Jean’s gaze leaps towards you. Something flashes in his eyes—likely the culmination of the jealousy that’s been building since Connie dropped the fucking bomb that he was hooking up with you. Now, apparently, you like someone? Who? What the fuck is their name?
“Beats me,” Connie scratches the back of his head. “Wouldn’t say who. Just some guy, I guess. Who definitely doesn’t deserve the hard work she’s been putting in.”
You fling a fry at Connie. He catches it with his mouth.
The last thing you want is for Jean to get the wrong idea—that you like some complete rando. But it would have been utterly humiliating to tell Connie you caught feelings for Jean.
Bottom line: Both of them are so experienced, and if it ever came down to it, you wanted to impress Jean more than anything. You wanted to make him feel good. Not that he seemed like the type who would make you feel insecure over your inexperience.
“You like someone?” Jean asks quietly. “Is it one of our friends?”
You shake your head. “No! No, definitely not. Connie’s just… trying to embarrass me.”
Connie furrows his brow and looks between the two of you. Then it clicks in a matter of seconds. “Oh,” he deadpans aloud. There’s a suggestive waver in his tone.
Jean is the one you want to impress. You like him. And Connie knows his best friend well enough to know there’s no way he doesn’t reciprocate your feelings, too.
It may have taken him three years to finally learn long division, but he would’ve really been an idiot if he couldn’t pinpoint the tension between the two people he spends majority of his time with.
He grins. “It’s good practice, anyhow. Don’t you agree?”
“Wouldn’t know,” Jean sighs, deflating into his seat.
You and Connie gape at him.
“What?”
“You’ve never fucked a girl? You’re lying.” Connie shakes his head.
“No, I’m not,” Jean insists.
You freeze in your seat. Here you thought that Jean has hooked up with plenty of girls, and now you’re hearing that he’s a fucking virgin.
“Fingered a girl?”
“Yes.”
“Been given a blowjob?”
“Yes.”
“Gone down on a girl?”
“No.”
“Fucked a girl.”
“No.”
Connie collapses back against his seat. He spares you a quick glance, and the best idea he’s ever had pops into his head. “Well, how would you like to learn how to go down on a girl?” he suggests.
You and Jean go silent. Your heart thunders inside your chest.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ll teach you how to on her,” he nods towards you.
“Huh?!” Jean cries. His hand lands on your shoulder and he points at Connie. “Watch your mouth, Connie!”
“I mean,” you intervene in a hushed voice, eyes cast over the countertop, “I wouldn’t mind.”
Jean’s jaw drops. Then he swallows. “W-what? You… you wouldn’t?”
You narrowly meet his eyes. A tiny smile on your lips. “If you want to… it’s okay.” Holy fuck, it’s more than okay. You’ve never been happier that Connie decided to open his big fat mouth.
“Really?” Jean asks.
You nod. “Yeah. I-I kind of like the idea of it.”
Jean folds his arms and sinks back. He rubs his face with his palm, almost to check and see if he’s still conscious because this cannot be happening right now. “Fuck… Okay, what the hell? Why not?”
Jean will happily stuff his face between your thighs until he can’t breathe, if that’s what you want. He has to press his lips together to prevent a far more enthusiastic response from escaping.
“Perfect. It’s settled then. Jean, you’re paying for the check.”
Jean huffs. “Of course I am.”
10:00 p.m.
TWO HOURS LATER | NOW
The three of you are in Connie and Jean’s shared apartment, in Connie’s room on his bed covered in freshly washed white sheets. The walls and bed are doused in red.
“Watch this, Jean,” Connie chuckles, bringing forth the pink silicone toy. He moves his thumb and an electric hum floods the room, barely heard over the soft R&B in the background. He nudges your pointed nipple. “You gotta warm her up first. Make her desperate.”
Jean nods. His throat is dry. His pupils are blown. He drinks down the sight of you and his stomach lurches because holy fuck—every inch of you is goddamn gorgeous and he can’t believe he’s been given the privilege to see you like this. Your stomach quivers with Connie’s skillful touches, soft skin mushing below his palms as he squeezes the sensitive parts of you.
Connie’s entire palm squishes your breast, and he presses the head of the vibrator to your nipple, waiting for it to pebble further beneath the stimulation.
Your eyes are half-lidded, body flushed with heat. Sheepishly, you look away from Jean as soon as his gaze meets yours. It almost inclines him to reach out and pinch your cheeks between his fingers just to force you to look and keep looking.
“We have the cutest best friend, don’t we?” Connie grins. He switches the vibrator to the other side. “Now that Sasha is with Niccolo, our girl doesn’t have anyone to go down on her. Except for me, but… You can’t take it when I give it to you, can you?”
You swallow and shake your head.
It’s true, you can’t take Connie, because he’s a fiend. When he starts, he doesn’t stop until he gets you to squirt at least once.
If the sheets aren’t drenched and darkened from your fluids, then he didn’t do a good enough job.
Connie glances at Jean. “See? She can take all the toys I want, though. And my cock. But not my tongue. I’m just that good.”
“You done gloating?” Jean rolls his eyes.
His friend smirks. “Hell no I’m not.” You wiggle against Connie’s hold, legs moving together, but he quickly winds his own ankles around yours and spreads you wide open for Jean. Your cunt glistens under the red light. “C’mere and spit on her nipples, Jean.”
Jean gapes. “W-what?”
Connie rolls his eyes and turns off the vibrator. “Come here, you idiot, and put your mouth on her tits.”
Hesitant, Jean’s gaze flickers to yours. Your lips are parted, tiny but laden breaths puffing past. Connie’s arm slithers behind your arms so he can pin them down, making your breasts jut out even further.
“Can I?” he whispers. He leans forward on his knees, chin lowered towards your chests but dark eyes still looking up.
You rub your lips together and nod. “Y-yeah. Please, Jean.”
Oh, fuck. Fuck. You sound so sweet and so needy, and Jean’s cock throbs in his pants at the precious way your features scrunch up.
He does what Connie says. His left hand comes up to cup your left breast, large and soft fingertips weighing the skin, circling your pert nipple. He puckers his lips then lets a string of saliva dribble onto the bud, which he rubs in with his thumb soon after. Your clit throbs. Jean repeats on the right side.
But instead of pulling away, he buries his mouth over your wet nipple, pushing your chest together. There’s hints of your perfume between your breasts, something rich but distinctly sweet that reminds him of spring but also regality. Experimentally, he clasps his teeth around one of your nipples, tuning into the quiet gasps escaping your lips. Such pretty noises. Such a pretty girl.
“S’ pretty,” he murmurs aloud, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Connie’s hand presses against your pelvis, right over your cunt just to tease you. You whimper.
“Jean,” you moan. He blinks up, still pawing your chest, mouth dangerously close to your own like he’s eager to swallow every last one of those sounds—his name on your tongue—down to the very last drop. “P-please.”
“Please what?” he asks. His thumbs swipe over your nipples one final time before his entire palms drag down your sides. He grabs your waist; grips your hips; allows the top sides of his fingers to ghost along your inner thighs. He wants to know your body so badly the same way Connie does. Then he wants to be the only man to ever touch you ever again.
Connie's hand wraps around your throat, holding your head in place and tilting your chin back so Jean is now looking down into your closed eyes.
“Ask him whatever you want,” Connie encourages.
“Kiss,” you rasp. “Wanna’ kiss. Please.”
Jean’s heart races. He looks at Connie almost as if he’s asking permission, but his friend merely tilts his head as if to tell him, ‘Well, what are you waiting for? She asked you to kiss her.’
Jean lowers his forehead until it’s pressed against yours, lashes fluttering shut. For a moment, he can feel your lips, barely a hair’s breadth away. Plush and wet and warm. His heart is fucking hammering in his throat and his stomach churns because he’s about to fucking kiss you—his best friend—who he’s tried so hard not to think about because he doesn’t want to fuck things up.
Shit, it doesn’t help that you’re nuzzling closer, barely breathing. That soft tune plays on in the background. Red filters over Jean’s closed eyelids.
“Jean, ple— “
He silences your plea with his mouth on yours.
Without use of your hands, you can’t exactly explore every inch of him the way you’ve imagined, but he more than makes up for it with his own wandering hands. Jean’s fingers land carefully on the side of your face, tilting your head to the side so your noses don’t inhibit how close your lips can mesh. It’s a calm, gentle suctioning, and his lips are still damp from the saliva he mustered earlier.
He doesn’t give you his tongue yet. Instead, you let out a gasp when he pulls away, thumb pulling down on your lip before he’s leaning forward again. This time, you feel the warmth of his tongue on yours. His little prods aren’t necessarily timid but teasing.
A line of spit disconnects the further he pulls away, sticking to your bottom lip and chin. Neither Jean nor Connie move to wipe it away.
Rather, Connie gapes. “Shit,” he murmurs. “That was fucking hot. You’re hot, Jean.”
Furiously blushing, Jean glares at his friend. He scratches the back of his neck. “Shut the hell up,” he grumbles back.
Connie’s gaze flickers towards you. “Look at that.” He examines your features. The wrinkle between your brows; the dazed look in your eyes. “All you did was play with her tits and kiss her and she’s already fucked-out. Maybe you aren’t a lost cause, after all.”
Or maybe it’s because you actually fucking like him. And because he actually likes you.
Jean really doesn’t have to do much to have you totally whipped. He’d probably benefit from knowing that, but it’s not exactly easy to tell your best friend that you like him.
Connie reaches behind himself and grabs the familiar vibrator. It turns on and lands on your chest, and you jump at the surprise. Your knees tremble below Connie’s legs.
“So, you’ve never gone down on a girl?” Connie asks again.
Jean’s cheeks darken, and he nods. You find it more endearing than embarrassing.
“First things first— “ Connie dips his hand down between your thighs and slides two fingers through your folds. They glint below the dark red light. “Open up, Jean-bo.”
“Huh?”
“Taste her first, idiot.”
Jean stares at Connie’s fingers for a solid ten seconds before he leans forward and closes his lips around just their tips. Connie rolls his eyes.
He shoves them deeper into his throat, until his lips touch the bumps of his second knuckles. Jean coughs, but once the mixture of tanginess and saltiness simmer on his tongue, and he realizes this is you, he let’s Connie finger fuck his throat as deep and as long as he wants.
An amused snicker is heard behind you, melding with Jean’s soft gagging.
Your pussy clenches at the sight. Drool leaks from the corners of his mouth and rolls down his chin, moistening his neck.
“That’s it, Jean-bo. Make a mess. She likes it,” he praises. “Isn’t Jean a good boy, sweetie?”
You swallow and nod. “Y-yeah.”
Jean grabs onto Connie’s wrist, cheeks burning. Tears form in the corners of his eyes but only fall from one side.
Lips graze your ear lobe and the vibrator touches right above your clit. “Say it, sweetie.”
“Jean’s… a good boy,” you moan.
Jean almost cums in his pants.
Satisfied, Connie pulls his fingers free and wipes Jean’s saliva over your mouth and breasts. A smirk tugs at his lips. “Good girl. She is a good girl, isn’t that right, Jean?”
He pants, catching his breath. “Yes,” he gasps. “So good.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Tastes fuckin’ perfect, too.”
“Mm-hm,” Connie agrees. “She does.” He stretches out an arm and holds the vibrator in front of Jean. “Now Jean, tease her with this. She’s wet already, but you want her dripping first. She’ll taste even better that way.”
Jean takes the vibrator and holds it to your wet nipples like he watched Connie do earlier, drawing circles and using a light touch. You wriggle a little against Connie, his hard length prodding your backside. His movements don’t falter. Neither of theirs do. In fact, they both look a little too focused—which is both perfect and fucking terrible for you.
The vibrator drifts down your body, over your sternum and down your torso, until it drags over your navel. You can’t help but whine, dizzy from the pounding between your thighs.
“Fuck,” you groan. “Please. Jean— “
“Shhhh,” Connie hushes, clamping a hand over your mouth. He kisses you on your temple. “Let Jean figure it out, sweetie. Remember that we’re using your body to teach him something, okay? I’m the teacher. He’s the student. And you’re the well behaved little whore letting us play with her pathetic pussy. Okay?”
You moan and Jean gapes as you nod. He wants to tell Connie to shut the fuck up, but the sound you make afterwards suggests you don’t mind it at all.
“Don’t worry, Jean,” Connie says, still covering your mouth. It seems he could tell exactly what Jean was thinking. “We’ve talked about this. She likes being called names. Tell him.”
He squeezes your cheeks between his fingers, pushing your lips into a dramatic pout. “I-I like it.”
“Like what? Don’t be shy because it’s Jean.”
“I like it when Connie tells me I’m a little whore,” you say, face scrunched.
Connie sighs with delight, eyes squinting as he smiles and rests his chin on your shoulder. The vibrator presses into the crease where your thighs meet your pelvis and you try to close your legs around the sensations.
“Jean!” you squeal. “Please. Wanna— “
Connie’s hand lands back over your mouth. “Oops. Almost forgot. Don’t mind her, Jean. Keep going.”
Jean sits on his heels, bottom lip worked between his teeth as he slowly inches the vibrator towards your clit.
Connie clicks his tongue. “Not there. Not yet. Do the other side of her inner thigh first.”
Your brows pucker and you fight against Connie’s hold, but he doesn’t budge. He just laughs into your ear and silences your cries of dismay even further by jamming three fingers into your mouth.
“You know where her clit is, right?” Connie asks.
Jean sneers at him. “Do I—I’m not a fucking idiot, Connie! I know where her clit is. Jesus.”
“Relax, I was just asking!” Connie argues. Nonchalantly, he pushes his fingers even further down your throat and entices a violent choking sound. “So, whatever you do. Don’t touch her there. Or her slutty little hole. At least for now, okay?”
“But I thought— “
“No, no. Trust me, Jean. The best way to drive a girl crazy is to not touch her where she needs it. You gotta’ tease her ‘till she can’t stand it anymore.”
Jean nods, taking his advice into consideration. Much to your dismay, he removes the vibrator from your inner thigh and brings it back to your nipples.
“Good, Jean. Now get her nipples harder then turn off the vibe.”
Jean does exactly that. Your nipples aren’t exactly soft, especially from the now-cold saliva still clinging to the buds, but they grow almost sore from the stimulation, especially when Jean learns he can increase the speed of the toy by one swift flick of his thumb. A guttural sound leaves your throat, muffled by Connie’s fingers.
“Look, Jean,” Connie says. Jean turns off the vibrator and sets it to the side, eyes clouded with lust as he takes you in. “She needs it so bad. Don’t you, sweetie?”
Futilely, you moan. Your fingers strain forwards, and Jean reaches out to hold onto two of them, but otherwise Connie’s one arm keeps your elbows pinned together behind you.
“Now keep touching her. And don’t stop,” Connie orders. “You like her so much then you better know her body like the back of your fuckin’ hand.”
Your face burns at the insinuation of Jean liking you, but what Jean says next makes you flush even hotter.
“Definitely don’t have to tell me that. I fucking know,” Jean growls. “Take your hand out of her mouth. I wanna kiss her again.”
Connie scoffs but nonetheless acquiesces to Jean’s request. Before you can do so much as take a breath, Jean’s kissing you again, savoring the copious amount of spit left behind that nearly spills out of your mouth. He gasps and you moan, while his hand seals over the front of your neck.
“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” Jean murmurs, almost drunkenly. “Ya know that?”
You can’t respond when his tongue is deep in your mouth again, feeling out every slick, gummy surface. Your lips mold to fit his, the occasional scratch of stubble making you sigh.
As he pulls away, he nibbles back along your jawbone and descends your neck, tongue swiping and swirling and lips suctioning bruises all down your skin. You squirm. You throb. Every burst of pain soothed by a warm tongue stuffs your thoughts further and further back into your brain, until nothing’s left. Just you and that bundle of nerves between your thighs.
And Jean and Connie’s warm bodies that feel more like forms of heat about to swallow you whole.
“That's it, Jean. Bite her. Make her know she’s yours,” Connie whispers. He fumbles around for something and once he finds what he’s looking for, he reaffirms his hold on you, keeping you on display for Jean’s teeth and tongue. “Kiss down her body. Towards her pussy, but don’t— “
“Don’t touch her clit yet,” Jean interrupts. “I know.” He breathes against your collarbone and sneaks closer to the hollow of your neck. Then he’s back on your breasts, tongue lolling out of his mouth over your now sore nipples. They’re painfully hard, but the stimulation still feels so right.
“Ohhhh— “ You groan, hips rolling forwards. Not enough. “Please, please, please— “
“Why rush it, sweetie?” Connie coos. “You’ve wanted Jean’s mouth on you for how long now? Just let him do what he wants. Be a good girl for him.”
You fixate on the feeling of Jean’s lips kissing down your stomach, tracing your navel, cock grinding over the bed sheets as he lays on his stomach just to be closer to your sex. His eyes glaze over at the sight of your cunt. Clit swollen, peeking out from your hood. Folds silky and covered in slick that smells exactly the way it tasted. Your clenching little hole.
“You’re twitching,” Jean whispers, his fingertips dancing around your pussy, not getting too close. His tip makes a wet spot in his briefs. “That’s really cute. You need it that bad?”
You nod, whimpering. “Mm-hm!” Your eyes well with tears.
“Is that not the prettiest cunt you’ve ever seen?” Connie asks.
Jean hums in agreement. “It’s fucking perfect. Shit. Wanna touch.”
“Just do it, then,” his friend says. “But I have one more thing before you start going to town, ‘kay?”
Jean pushes your inner thigh open then brings his pointer finger forward. Your entire body tenses, loud impatient breaths fumbling from your lips. You pour all of your focus into Jean’s touch—that single fucking finger, poking at your entrance. It flutters immediately at the contact then continues to clench on air as he drags it upwards, cutting through your folds, separating your wetness.
“So warm,” he whispers. “Woah.”
He nears your clit and circles around it, once, twice, thrice, and continues, stroking right over the hood. His honey-colored eyes twinkle at the sight.
“Please, please, please. Fuck, oh my God, I can’t— “ You whine, trying to shift your pussy so his finger rolls over your clit. Jean pulls away at the right moment, palm still pressing you open as you writhe in pure frustration.
“It’s okay,” Jean assures. He strokes your skin reassuringly. “Just a little longer, baby.”
“Last thing,” Connie adds.
You and Jean watch as he pulls out a small bottle, the lid already off. He turns it over and adds a few drops to your chest before placing the bottle back on the counter top.
“She likes it messy, Jean.” Then he starts rubbing the oil into your breasts, groping them in his palms, pinching your nipples until the sheen makes them stick out, overstimulated and tender. He rubs it into your tummy and all over your inner thighs, the red light casting your entire body in a dark red glow.
“Holy fuck,” Jean curses.
Connie massages the outside of your pussy, spreading your cunt then letting it smoosh together. The action drives you mad and makes the slick at your entrance smear.
“There,” Connie says. “Now Jean, kiss around her pussy first, like you were doing earlier. Then kiss her clit a few times.”
Jean hums, both of his hands splayed over your inner thighs. You feel the wetness of his lips scatter around your folds, holding them for a handful of seconds each time before his nose nudges your clit.
“Spread her open,” Connie instructs.
He spreads you with his thumbs, dark eyes flitting up to meet yours. You’re biting your lip, lower stomach quivering with your exhale.
“Blow on it. Then kiss.”
He does as told. A warm gust of air tickles your clit and you shudder, before his lips press firmly against the swollen bud. Just like that, you melt against Connie, and instinctively reach for Jean.
“So sensitive,” Connie chuckles.
Connie releases one of your arms so you can slide your fingers through that dirty blonde hair you’ve fawned over so many times before. It’s soft to the touch and falls easily between your shaky fingertips.
“You wanna taste her more?” he asks.
Jean groans and nods, pressing another kiss against your clit. Without instruction, his tongue lolls out of his mouth and licks several long stripes back and forth between your folds, the tip poking at your entrance. God, you taste fucking perfect, and he can’t get enough.
He returns to your clit, mouthing over it, swirling his tongue, coaxing moan after moan from the back of your throat.
Connie releases your other arm in favor of pawing at your breasts. He works your nipples between two fingertips, rubbing the oil into your skin. When his hands near your cunt, Jean shoves them away and wraps his arms around your thighs. He suffocates himself with your pussy, as intended.
“Suck on her clit a little bit,” Connie groans. Teeth nip at your neck. Breath tickles your ear.
Wordlessly, Jean puckers his lips over your clit and gently suctions. He nearly smirks at the delighted moan that sounds.
He pulls away with a wet pop. “You like that?” he taunts, knowing that you do because you’re about to rip his hair out of his roots.
A tight little “Yeah!” is all you can muster. You feel fingers at your entrance that slowly ease inside, curling against your ridged walls—a gesture that Jean is far more experienced with.
You can hear the embarrassing squelching of your slick and feel the heat of Jean’s saliva as he spits over your folds. You like it messy, he remembers, so he makes it messy. His tongue and fingers work in tandem, the stimulation pulling a string of cries from deep within your lungs, until his mouth works out every last one.
“You’re a natural,” Connie mutters, laughing breathlessly. He brings his palm down on your breast. A crude slap overrides the music.
Jean blinks up, then pulls his mouth off your pussy, fingers still moving inside you. His entire mouth and chin glisten from your slick, and his thumb replaces where his tongue was on your puffy clit.
“You’re perfect,” Jean breathes, catching your lips with his own. He swallows every last one of your soft whimpers. “‘want you to cum all over my mouth, baby. Can you do that?” He rubs your pussy with his entire palm. You bob your head obediently, recognizing his fingertips on your breasts. “Say you will.”
“I’ll-I’ll cum for you, Jean,” you whisper.
“Fuck.” He leans in and kisses the corner of your mouth, before sinking between your thighs once again.
His wrist flicks fast, his two fingers plunging in and out, tendons of his hands flexing as he makes out with your soaked pussy. You weave your fingers through his hair and pull, your head dropping back into the crook of Connie’s neck.
Your thighs squeeze around Jean’s head. “She’s there,” Connie warns, covering your breasts with his massive palms. “Cum on Jean’s tongue, sweetie.”
Your whine turns into a cry, and your back arches into Jean’s mouth as you reach your climax. The pleasure burns and bursts below, a white-hot sensation unfurling through your trembling figure. Jean hits all the right spots. They both do.
Jean slows the flicks of his tongue, lapping up the slick dripping from your fluttering hole. He can feel your walls clamping around the girth of his two fingers, sucking him in, and he wonders what it would feel like if it were his cock buried inside you instead.
“Such a good girl,” Connie soothes, smoothing down your hair. A satisfied whimper leaves your gaping lips, swallowed by Jean when he presses his mouth to yours.
You can taste yourself on his tongue, tangy and salty, and you let his tongue push in deeper, his fingers splayed over the front of your throat.
“So good,” Jean breathes. He massages your thighs and waits for the tremors to subside.
A crooked smile tilts on his lips at how sleepy you’ve become.
“Wanna taste,” Connie murmurs, tilting your chin so he can fit your mouths together. You make a sound but nonetheless let him use your mouth until he’s content. He pulls away. “Not enough.”
He reaches for Jean and yanks him forward by the collar of his shirt. Over your shoulder, they kiss, Connie’s tongue eagerly dipping past his teeth, entwining with Jean’s tongue. He can taste you, faintly.
Blood rushes to your cheeks, glossy eyes watching their mouths move together. You feel more liquid heat pooling between your thighs, Connie’s fingers continue to massage your oiled breast and nipple.
You can see the spit on Jean's lips when they pull away, his hazel eyes twinkling and low-lidded.
“So fuckin’ good,” Connie sighs. His calloused fingertips ghost along the crease of your thigh, hot breath on your neck. “You wanna learn how to fuck her, now, Jean-bo?”
Jean gawks. He lowers his head in front of you, blinking up into your eyes. You can see the rosy tint dusting across his cheek bones, darker on the tips of his ears. A smile grows on his lips.
A/N: For the ever-delightful Lili (@touyaspeach), thank you so much for coming into my life and bringing so much beauty and joy. Have the happiest of birthdays, you deserve it so much!!! 💞 Thank you to @katonshoko for Betaing and the Bubble Pop! Server for listening to me rant about this and pitching oh so many things to include.
Pairing: Amajiki Tamaki x F! Reader; Denki Kaminari x F! Reader; Bakugou Katsuki x F! Reader; Kirishima Eijirou x F! Reader
Genre: Smut
Summary: When you invite your voyeurs to join your little misadventure, plenty of fun ensues
Bakugou, Kirishima, and Kaminari sat there with their mouths open. Were they going to join? Did you mean that?
You stood there in front of the mirror, your posture relaxed, your arms crossed, your hip cocked.
Tamaki stood up, coming to stand beside you.
“It’s time to come out,” he said, and they stood up, opening the door to the integration room, walking out with their dicks still out, Kirishima had ditched his shirt somewhere along the way, his cum sticky on his chest, slowly crawling its way down.
“Ditch the clothes boys,” you ordered. Your eyes traced the planes of their abs and toned legs as they stripped before you. Even though it had been mere minutes since they came, each of their dicks were already starting to rise again.
You walked over to Kiri, taking your hand to trace his abs, gathering his cum on your fingers. You lifted your hand, cleaning off your fingers with your mouth. Kiri choked. You moved on, standing in front of Bakugou before dropping down. Cleaning off his chest with your tongue, lapping the soft skin of his stomach. Bakugou whimpered, slapping a hand over his mouth after the sound slipped out. You stood up moving then to Denki, you placed a hand on his shoulder, guiding him to his knees, his eyes watching your face the whole time. Amajiki came up behind you, his arms encircling your waist, squeezing, before lifting your leg, placing it over Kaminari’s shoulder, bringing your cunt right in front of his face, his breath hot on your slit.
“Use your tongue on her,” Tamaki said. Denki’s eyes widened, moving immediately to lap at your slit, moaning as he tasted you. You leaned back into Amajiki, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation. His tongue swirled around your clit sucking it into his mouth, the ball of his piercing stimulating your clit. He looked up at you as he continued suckling on you, taking note of your every reaction and driving you insane.
Tamaki turned to the other two men, watching as they stroked themselves slowly to the sight before speaking.
“Who said you could do that,” Your eyes opened, turning to Kiri and Bakugou. Watching as they let go, their hands falling to their sides. Their cocks now fully hard,
“Eijirou,” Tamaki waved a hand for him to come forward, Kirishima obeyed, walking towards the three of you.
Grabbing your hand Tamaki wrapped it around Eijirou’s cock, the two of you jerking him off together, till you got the hang of it. Tamaki guided Eijirou’s head down to your breast. Kiri immediately lavished it with attention. His tongue circled your bud as Tamaki pinched the other with his hand.
“Katsuki, come here and suck on her tits," he instructed, Bakugou hesitated at first before coming around the other side, your other hand coming up to jerk him off. His hips bucked into your grasp as soon as your fingers curled around him, eagerly thrusting into your fist as he moaned. His lips descended on your other breast. The difference between the three men was driving you crazy. The eager strokes of Denki’s tongue on your clit. Kiri moves slowly and deliberately, lavishing his tongue around you, removing his mouth every few seconds to tweak your nip. Katsuki attacked your breast using his hand to grope at his as he guided your nipple back into his mouth sucking the tip. His teeth scraped against your bud before sloppily kissing it over and over. You arched into Tamaki, his arms around your waist, his hands moving to grip onto your hips, bracing you against the man between your legs.
Denki whined below you, trying to get your attention as he nipped at you lightly with his teeth, you hissed at the pain looking down at him. He smirked at you, your juices shining on his chin, he rubbed his lips together, his tongue popping out, a spark of electricity curling around it. He lapped at your clit, shocking you, prematurely sending you into your orgasm. You cried out, gushing around his tongue, clear liquid dripping down to his shoulders as he continued his ministrations. Working you through it as you slowly descended.
“Shit, Dunce Head did you make her squirt?” Bakugou looked up when your hand stilled around him. Tamaki and Kirishima looked up as well to watch the way your slick drenched him. Kiri guiding your leg off Denki, he and Bakugou lifting you and setting you on the table.
“So how are we gonna go about this?” Kiri asked, looking around at everyone.
“I want her pussy,” Bakugou said, moving towards you, Tamaki just sighed, his arm shooting out, his fingers turning to tentacles as he wrapped around Bakugou pulling him back, setting him down on one of the chairs in the corner.
“Oi! What the fuck?” he said.
“For that, you're gonna sit and watch for now,” Tamaki said.
“Hey, that's not fair!”
Tamaki turned to level him a look, his eyes intense and full of command.
“You’re gonna wait your turn, because you were brash, so sit there and watch.” Bakugou gulped. He’d never seen the shy hero like this. Tamaki guides the other two men towards you, all three coming around you, eyes glinting like predators.
Denki at your head looking at Tamaki before proceeding, once he nodded, he took his dick in hand tapping it on your lips as you opened up, letting your tongue slip out, licking up the length of it before swirling around the tip, tasting the precum dribbling out. You took his tip into your mouth, angling your head back to take him deeper down your throat.
“F-fuck,” he exclaimed, stuttering as you swallowed around him, bringing a hand up to guide his thrusts into you. He quickly got the idea, slowly thrusting in and out of your awaiting mouth.
“Eiji,” Tamaki started, grabbing onto the larger man’s shoulder, guiding him down till his mouth was in front of your oversensitive clit. “Can you be gentle?” Tamaki asked, Kiri nodding vigorously, his eyes raptly paying attention as he looked between Tamaki and your glistening pussy. Tamaki removed his hand, “Go ahead.” Kiri approached you slowly, his hot breath tickling you, making you squirm away but Tamaki was already ahead of you, a stern hand right on your belly. Your movements stalled, Kiri let out a tentative tongue, licking a long stripe up you. He moaned as he retracted his tongue.
“God, she tastes so good,” he groaned, his eyes coming closed as he took a moment to savor the taste.
“Oi hurry it up shitty hair! I wanna see her cum,” Bakugou grouched, his hand already languidly stroking his cock as he watched the sight before him.
“Patience, she’ll cum plenty,” Tamaki said. His free hand stroked up your body, squeezing your breast. Lost in the sight of you taking Denki so well, all the while telltale shakes from Kiri’s ministrations racked through your body. Tamaki’s hand came down to his cock, unable to resist jerking his cock to the image in front of him.
You kept jerking Kiri’s tongue all to light on your cunt, the light strokes, teasing you over and over. You wrapped your hands in his hair, bucking your hips into his mouth as he continued his assault spurring him to take harsher strokes with his tongue, flattening it into a point and fucking you with it. Whining around Denki’s cock you ground your hips on his chin, coating his face in your juices as you grew closer.
You sucked harder, taking your other hand and reaching blindly for Denki, when his hand met yours, you guided him to your breast. Denki got to work, taking his other hand too and kneading your chest. Flicking his thumbs over your nipples, a small static charge forcing you to arch your back, taking him deeper into your throat. Your brain was beginning to feel fuzzy, the lack of oxygen and your head hanging off the table beginning to get to you as Denki and Kiri continued to stimulate you. Behind your eyelids you could feel your vision wavering, your head kept bobbing along to Denki’s thrusts, Kiri’s tongue never-ending you. The heat between your legs was approaching and fast. Your whole body was shaking as you curled your hands further into Kiri’s hair, your legs locking around his head as your squeezed, chasing your orgasm, as Denki sped up, abusing your throat as he approached his own, Kiri’s groaning into your core as you forced him closer, your voice hoarse from babbling around Denki’s cock. You were so close, Kiri pressed his tongue hard on your bud and you came violently, your hold body seizing up shaking, Denki pulled out rapidly stroking his cock to completion as he watched your body tremble from the force of your orgasm. When he finally came, he sprayed your chest, coating you with the sticky substance. He hunched over, a hand coming to brace himself on the table breathing hard before looking up.
You looked as well, Tamaki and Bakugou both looking half-crazed, Bakugou holding onto the base of his cock as he attempted to stave off his orgasm. Tamaki’s cock was practically purple with need as he continued his slow strokes, edging himself. His eyes refused to leave your face. When your breathing returned to normal, he moved to you, guiding you up till you were sitting on the table, his hands framing your face as he pressed his lips to yours, his tongue invading your mouth, sending your already fuzzy head to the heavens. His saliva intermixed with yours as he tasted you. Pulling back, he pressed his lips to your forehead breathing for a minute before looking you over, silently checking in.
“You’re doing so wonderful, my love,” he told you, his hands coming to stroke themselves up and down your arms.
“What do you want next?” he asked. You looked at him, a sheen of sweat on his brow.
“I wanna take care of you,” you said, your hand coming to wrap around his cock. You looked down, unable to meet his gaze for this next part. “And I want someone to help you prep my ass.”
“Oh baby, of course,” he said, guiding your face back to his, capturing your lips and wrapping your legs around his waist, your hands similarly wrapping around his neck as he picked you up. Guiding the two of you to the table, Tamaki laid down, setting you in his lap. He took his cock in hand, slapping it against your slit, you hissed your cunt clutching involuntarily in anticipation.
“Baby please,” you pouted, wiggling in his lap, closer to his length. Tamaki just laughed, looking up to the guys.
“Who here is going to prep her ass?”
Denki licked his lips, flicking the metal tongue piercing between his teeth, and then approached. He leaned forward, his hands spreading your cheeks but before he could do anything Tamaki stopped him.
“Wait, come here first.” Denki leaned out from behind you, Tamaki reached out, pressing a thumb to Denki’s mouth that quickly morphed into a tentacle, thickening in girth as it entered his mouth. Denki closed his lips around it, moaning as it tickled the back of his throat.
Tamaki removed his hand, took his tentacle thumb, and entered you. Stretching you out, the slippery appendage cools to your blazing inner walls and drenched in Denki’s spit sliding into you further with ease, you moan as he invades you, the ridged and smooth feeling of it hitting you in all the right places. Denki moved back behind you, his hands pressing you to lay against Tamaki’s chest, his hands spreading you out again, and his tongue glazing over your tight ring of muscle. Tracing the hole over and over. Tormenting you while Tamaki continued to fuck you on his tentacle.
“Tamaki please!” you cried out; your head, thrown back, their assault too much to handle. Tamaki withdrew his thumb, now back to normal. He gripped your thighs, lifting you much to Denki’s protests as he speared you on his cock, your cunt fluttering around him as his hot length filled you, finally giving you that satisfying full feeling. But that lasted only a moment. Tamaki was more than content to let you cockwarm him as Denki continued to eat you out.
You wiggled your hips, trying to get him to move. Feeling a spark behind you, you snapped your head behind you, Denki glaring at you as he flicked his tongue ring over your rim. You clenched at the sensation, but he had other plans, working his tongue into you fucking into your ass while Tamaki kept a bruising grip on your hips.
This was hell. You were so close again already, you tried to roll your hips, but Tamaki wouldn’t let you budge, forcing you to submit to Denki’s tongue. Your head fell against Tama’s shoulder, tears pricking in your eyes. You looked up to Kiri, pleading with him.
“Eiji please,” you begged. His face melted and he started to move towards you when Tamaki spoke.
“Eijirou, fill her mouth.” Eiji took a step back, his eyes going wide. You’re begging only grew louder as Denki kept up his movements, Tamaki bringing a finger to just tease your clit but still keeping you perfectly still.
“Eiji-” you said, tears falling in earnest. Tamaki growled and Eiji mouthed an apology to you, his hand squeezing your cheeks. Your mouth fell open, and he shoved his cock into your awaiting hole. You moaned around him, your eyes rolled back into your head, Eiji careful to bring a hand to the back of your head, guiding you slowly up and down his cock. Your throat convulsed as it tried to take him in, he was so much thicker than Denki had been, your mouth sore from stretching to fit just the head.
Behind you Denki finally removed his tongue, the tension in your body deflating, you happily hummed around Kiri, his cock still intimidating and the low thrum of your orgasm still humming, but the constant stimulation was over. Or at least till Denki pulled your cheeks apart again, spitting on you, and swirled his thumb around your hole. He pressed his saliva into you forcing you to inhale sharply, his thumb stretching you out so much.
“Shit, she’s clenching around me so much, do you have any lube?” Denki asked, working his thumb in and out of you slowly, continuing to spit on your hole.
“Bakugou!” Tamaki barked “There’s a bottle of lube in her purse, grab it.” Bakugou grumbled, grabbing the long-discarded purse rummaging through it till his hands closed around the small bottle. He walked back over handing the bottle roughly to Denki.
“What the fuck am I getting from this?” All three men turned to look at Bakugou till Denki broke the silence.
“Well, you could always fuck my ass?” he grinned and Bakugou stuttered, his face going red.
“I meant her!!” he managed to get out. Denki merely shrugged. returning to play with your ass.
You took pity on Katsuki, gesturing him to come closer. You pulled off Kiri, replacing your mouth with your hand, descending your lips down Bakugou’s cock. Wrapping them around the head as you took him into your mouth. Humming pleasantly as he stuttered in reaction to you. You pulled back, returning to Kiri and stroking Katsuki off, swapping back and forth between them.
Denki was now working with the lube. Coating his fingers and your hole with lube and zapping you slightly as he entered you, taking glee in watching you clench around nothing as he continued to pull out, shock you then enter again, his pattern becoming unpredictable, so you never expected the shock.
Under you, Tamaki was beginning to writhe, the sensations of your pussy throbbing and the feeling of Denki’s fingers shocking you, growing to be too much. He began moving your hips around, lifting them before slamming you back down, working you up and down his cock. Denki noticed the new movement, the way Tamaki groaned at each new shock, once grinned wickedly.
He removed his fingers from you for a moment, his tongue lapping at your hole before moving lower, stroking your puffy lips, then closer, targeting a particularly strong zap right as Tamaki entered you fully, rubbing his piercing up the length of his cock as Tamaki withdrew.
“F-f-fuck cumming,” Tamaki moaned out, the simulation too much and he slammed back into, you, painting your walls white as you gushed around him. Tamaki withdrew, Denki happily cleaning his cum from your cunt before moving back to your ass, finally fully stretched out for him to enjoy.
“Fuck I want to taste her,” Bakugou said, your mouth stilled on him, your hand dropping off of Kiri much to his protest. Tamaki cocked his head. Considering Bakugou.
“Well, you’ve been fairly good, other than some bitching. I supposed you could taste her…” Bakugou moved to you, but Tamaki tutted, stopping him.
“You can taste her off my cock,” Tamaki swung his legs off the table, standing up and moving to sit in one of the chairs. The whole time staring Katsuki dead in the eyes.
Bakugou’s pupils were blown, shaking slightly. He inhaled sharply, dropping to his knees, his hand wrapping around Tamaki’s cock and licking a stripe up the side.
“Fuck just like that,” Tamaki moaned. Kiri, Denki, and you stood there entranced for a moment. Bakugou’s movements were sloppy, but he was going at it with determination. His eyes watched Tamaki, noting each reaction, copying his movements that got particularly strong reactions. You scarcely noticed as Denki laid down beside you on the table, Kiri picking you up and setting you down on Denki’s lap facing up at Kiri.
“Hey,” Kiri said softly, drawing your attention back to him.
You snapped back to focus, looking at where you were, Denki’s cock bobbing in between your legs. Kiri, testing the table to see if it’d hold you all, giving up. Grabbing Denki by the ankles pulling you both to the edge of the table, slowly pushing you down till you were laying on Denki’s chest, swirling his cock up and down your slit, collecting your slick, and pushing in. Underneath you, Denki guided his own cock into your ass. You were so unbelievably full, even as slow as they were going, Kiri was just so big, and then even as prepped as you were, you could barely process anything but the burn as they continued to work themselves into you.
Next to Tamaki was just as much of a mess, his hand coming to his mouth trying to stifle his moans as Bakugou sucked him clean, every inch of him lavished in attention. He was determined. A glint in his eyes as he watched Tamaki come apart on his tongue. Bakugou backed off, a whine emanating above him as he removed his mouth from Tamaki’s cock. Replacing his hands with his fist, he slowly jerked Tamaki off, bringing his other hand to hold down his hips as Tamaki tried to buck up into him.
“Now about fucking yer girl…” he drawled, deliberately stilling his hand around the base of Tamaki’s cock, squeezing him.
“Fuck, fine, you can, just pleasemoveyourhand,” he rushed out, his orgasm already retreating. Bakugou merely smirked at him, his mouth closing around his cock once more. Drawing him into the warm wet hole and bobbing up and down on his length. Tamaki relaxed almost instantly, his hips snapping into Bakugou’s mouth as he approached his orgasm once more.
“M’close,” he warned, his hand threading into Bakugou’s hair, pushing and pulling his mouth onto his length. Bakugou pulled off, fisting Tamaki’s cock till spurts of cum, sprayed all over the violet man’s chest. Bakugou stood swiping two fingers through the mess and presented them to you. You opened your mouth, taking his fingers in and cleaning them off, swirling your tongue around the digits. Your eyes were on Bakugou the whole time.
“Now hurry the fuck up, it’s my turn,” Bakugou snapped. Kiri and Kaminari’s hips hastened as they fucked against each other through the thin layer between your two holes. Kirishima comes down to kiss your neck, Denki’s lips trailing your shoulders as the two ravage you. Kirishima moved again, his lips tracing your jaw then suddenly he captured your mouth, his teeth pulling on your lower lip. You leaned towards him, your hand coming to curl itself in his hair but below you, Denki had other ideas. Guiding you back down towards him, he began kissing your neck, sucking into the tender flesh, whining when you ignored his actions till you turned your head towards your hip. Your lips met his, his tongue already making its way into your mouth, tracing your teeth and dancing along with your tongue as he explored the cavern of your mouth.
The two of them took turns like that, turning you back and forth, your head spinning from the lack of oxygen, scarcely remembering whose lips were on yours, someone’s fingers made it between your legs, playing with the sensitive bud until you were seizing around both of them. Your legs shook as you came like a whimper, so close to overstimulation as they continued to move into you. Using you for their pleasure. Kiri’s thrusts were powerful, holding onto both your and Denki’s legs as he slammed into you moving the both of you in time with his thrusts. Denki behind you, a hand, playing with his balls, sending shocks up the length of his dick as he pounded up into you till he was spurting cum. Kiri continued to move, the whole table was shaking, and you were certain you weren’t going to be able to move tomorrow. The giant man curled over you, twitching and he held a bruising grip on your thigh, forcing you still as he emptied his load into you.
The three of you laid there, exhausted until Bakugou was pulling Kiri off of you.
“Hold on, she needs a minute,” Tamaki said. The three of you disentangled and Tamaki came up behind you, taking his thumb and wiping the tears that had formed under your eyes.
“Don’t you know anything?” Denki asked. Bakugou’s face began to flush, and you cocked your head. He was refusing to meet anyone’s eye.
“Know enough,” he grumbled, crossing his arms.
“Bakugou...?” You started; he still wouldn’t look at you. “Are you a virgin?” His face turned fire-engine red, and his eyes snapped up at you, fueled with rage.
“You don’t know shit,” he practically yelled.
“You are!!!” the other three boys around you exclaimed, the outburst all but confirming your suspicions.
“Shut up!” he roared, and you slid off the table, your hands coming to frame Bakugou’s face, guiding his gaze back to your own.
“Do you want us to change that for you?”
Bakugou looked at you for a moment, his eyes narrowed, till he finally nodded, just once, and looked away. You let your hands trail down his arm, taking his hand in your own and walking back towards the table, guiding him with you.
“Tamaki, wanna help?” you asked. Tamaki sat on the table, and you laid with your back against his chest, legs dangling off the table.
“Come here Bakugou,” Tamaki said. Waving him towards the two of you. Bakugou stood near the edge of the table, watching as Tamaki spread your legs. Your swollen clit was on display for ravenous eyes.
“This is her pussy, every one is different and responds to different things so you must listen to her reactions. Now watch,” Tamaki traced his middle finger up your slit and you let out a breathy sigh, your head falling back to lean against Tamaki’s shoulder. Tamaki rubbed up and down your slit, your eyes fluttering shut as he played with your cunt. His fingers circled your clit, taking it between his fingers and rolling it. Releasing and repeating the gesture. Bakugou watched with rapt attention, taking in every noise you made.
“Want more,” you whined, your hips chasing Tamaki’s fingers as he avoided the one spot you wanted him most.
“Now normally we’d finger her but she’s been stretched out plenty already so come here,” Bakugou scooted closer.
You knew he was so close to you, his cock thrumming in between your legs. Tamaki reached between the two of you, his hand wrapped around Bakugou’s cock, and swirled it in the slick collected between your legs. Coating his cock up and down, tracing your slit, guiding in just the tip, and backing out. Tormenting the both of you. The tension palatable in the way he gripped onto your thighs, your cunt clenching down around nothing.
“Tamaki please…” you begged, your hand gripping onto Tamaki’s arm, forcing him to still his torture.
He looked down at you, your brow shining with sweat, your pupils expanding wide with lust, your arms shaking with exhaustion, and he took pity on you. His eyes met Bakugou’s, and he released his cock, pulling his arm back to brace you.
“Put it in slowly,” he instructed. Bakugou let out a sigh, taking his cock in hand, he guided it towards the spot that had tormented him. He pushed in, and like heaven, your cunt enveloped him. The warm wet grip you had on him was addicting. Taking another breath, he forced himself to still for a minute, already so close to blowing his load and he was only half in.
“Shit, you’re so warm,” he said. You clamped down at his words, forcing a slew of curses out of the explosive man’s mouth. You couldn’t control your inner muscles, squeezing him over and over as he kept moving into you. The delicious feel of his length splitting you open. Your thighs shook, desperately trying to close, to provide you with relief but Tamaki held you still.
“Eijirou, Denki, hold her legs,” Tamaki ordered. The two men snapped into action, holding you still right as Bakugou hilted his length into you. Your thighs shook, desperate to lock around him, to do something, anything to end this slow torture. Bakugou waited, giving himself a moment to breathe. This was nothing like his fist, already so much tighter, and the way you warmed all of him, your gummy insides caressing every inch of his cock while you fluttered around him.
“Shit, you gotta stop squeezing,” Bakugou breathed out. His eyes had fallen shut, lost in the feeling of you wrapped around him.
“Please move, I need you to move,” you pleaded, still struggling against your restraints but the grip that the guys had on you was firm. Bakugou opened his eyes, seeing the way you were held hostage for him, forced to take anything he gave you.
“Fuck princess I want to,” he said looking up to Tamaki, waiting for his approval. A moment passed, tears starting to fall from your eyes. You needed some kind of stimulation, your clit begging to be touched. Tamaki finally nodded, his hand snaking down to play with your clit while Bakugou backed out, leaving just the tip in, and then moved in again, long and slow strokes that agonized you.
You tried begging, pleading eyes, you tried kicking your legs but nothing would get him to speed up, long deep strokes that drove you crazy, but you desired the friction you knew he could give you, the feel of his hips snapping into yours. And the slow circles Tamaki kept pressing into your clit were only working you up, the idle play slowly killing you.
Finally, you collapsed, tears sparkling in your eyes as you accepted your punishment, the strokes were still methodic, but ever so slightly shorter, Bakugou working the pace up. His stamina, now under control. Tamaki noted it too, waving Eijirou and Denki to let go and back off before speaking
“Take her legs and put them on your shoulders.” Bakugou complied, and you felt yourself folding in half.
“Make her cum,” Bakugou’s face widened, an evil smirk growing on his face. He leaned forward, bending you even more, and pulled out almost entirely, just the tip remaining in you. Teasing you once again, and suddenly he was slamming into you. A jackrabbit of force. Gripping onto your legs so tight you were sure you’d bruise. His pace was brutal, pushing up into you so deep you thought you could feel him in your throat, your legs burning as he refused to relent. Tamaki’s fingers rubbed rapid circles into your clit and the stimulation was all too much. You could feel the heat growing in your belly, a strange tingly sensation happening between your legs like you were dangerously close to peeing.
“Stop! Stop!” You tried to warn them, fearing what you were about to do but they were both too lost in the moment. Their assault never ended Bakugou forcing one particularly deep stroke into you.
“Shit, I’m so close,” he warned. Pushing into you once more and you snapped. Your legs trembled and spazzed, clear liquid gushing out of you, splashing up and coating Bakugou’s stomach.
“Shit, now you’re squirting?!” he asked incredulously, the wonderment seeping into his voice. He slowed his strokes, coming to a stop.
“That’s my good girl,” Tamaki cooed, swiping up your slick and popping his finger into his mouth. Bakugou pulled out, carefully lowering your shaking legs, massaging any potential cramps out of them. You took a moment, coming back down to earth. You looked over to Bakugou, his dick still rock hard.
“You didn’t cum,” you said. Your head cocking.
“T’s fine,” he waved you off, turning to find his clothes.
“Come here,” you called, and he ignored you again.
“Bakugou~” you tried again, and he dropped his shirt, turning to look at you. His arms crossed around his chest.
“Fine what,” he grumbled. You crooked your finger, indicating for him to come closer. You sat up, leaving Tamaki’s embrace as Bakugou approached you. When he was in front of you, you reached a hand out, fingertips dancing along the planes of his chest.
“Bakugou~ you said, your voice sing-songy “I want you to cum too.” Your bottom lip jutted out, pouting at him. “Couldn’t I help you with that?” your hands descended, moving dangerously close to his cock.
He swallowed, his cock, bobbing for your attention, you were so close, half an inch and you’d be touching him, there, and he wanted you to touch him again.
“Yes,” he heard himself say, and you immediately brightened.
“Then I have the perfect idea!” you said.
Bakugou knew he was inexperienced, surely anyone would balk a little at this?
You were laying down on the floor, your tentafreak boyfriend already between your legs, licking and sucking your juices into his mouth. Bakugou caught just a flash of his purple…. wait
Was that a tentacle?
Why was he even surprised?
Bakugou couldn’t even begin to process that, more concerned over his predicament. You were grinning like the cat that caught the cream, motioning for him to join you. But what you had suggested? Bakugou was more than a little intimidated.
He walked over to you, his legs on either side of your head, before lowering to his knees, his ass hanging right over your mouth, right where you wanted it. Your fingers spread his cheeks apart as he lowered himself, right onto your awaiting tongue.
The sensation was odd at first, the warm wet pressure circling his hole, over and over. Lapping at him till he grew used to the sensation. Then you waved shitty hair and dunce head over. The two of them lay on either side of the two of you, leaning over Bakugou’s legs. The two of them licked up the length of his cock.
“F-fuck,” Bakugou exclaimed, shitty- Eijirou had moved down to lick at his balls while Denki started sucking at the tip of his cock taking it into his throat.
Below him you were squirming, Tamaki saying something to you, but Bakugou wasn’t quite sure how you could understand him with legs smooshed on either side of your ears.
“Aww, is my baby dirty? You like it when someone sits on your face? When you get to taste them? Feel them squeezing down on you. My good little slut hmm?” You mewled, your hips bucking towards Tamaki’s face, trying to entice him into tongue fucking you again. Tamaki stuck out his tongue, the tentacle swirling around, and he descended on you once more, moans rippling out of you as he fucked you.
It was all too much, the noises all around him. Wet sucking sounds below him, the feeling of tongues around his cock and invading him as you pressed into his hole.
“Fuck too much,” he moaned out, but no one ceased, their efforts redoubled. Denki bobbing up and down, choking on his length, Kirishima, licking at his base while you breached his hole.
He felt fat tears beginning to form in the corner of his eyes, so close it felt like he was being consumed, flames licking at every edge of his consciousness, and still, the torture continued.
“Help, please I’m so close,” he whimpered, your tongue pistoning in and out his hole. Kirishima moved up, licking and sucking at his nipples as Denki swallowed around his cock. Kiri kept moving, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud till his hands curled in Bakugou’s hair, yanking his head back, exposing his neck to eager attention, nipping and sucking the sensitive skin, while fingers continued to torment him. He was so close, he tried to warn, but Kiri captured his lips, the words dying out as a tongue thrust into his mouth, a moan replacing it instead. Bakugou threaded his hands through Denki’s hair, forcing him all the way down his length, right as he exploded, cum coating the inside of his throat, Denki swallowing each and every last drop, pulling back and tonguing him to clean off every last inch of his cock.
Bakugou disentangled from Kirishima and Kaminari, lifting off your face, ignoring your whines, and watching the subtle twitch in your legs. You were close, Tamaki’s tentacled tongue, still thrusting in and out of you while his thumb played with your tender bud. Bakugou kneeled again, his knees framing your head while his hands reached out. His fingers come to graze your nipples, tweaking them in between his fingers before widening his hand and kneading the soft flesh. You moaned, arching into his touch. Denki moved to your waist, replacing Tamaki’s hands, lavishing your clit in static attention, forcing you to jerk even more. Kiri joined Bakugou to trace your curves, feeling the soft flesh under his touch.
You scarcely knew where to focus, all their attention on you.
Your limbs moved, your legs squeezing around Tamaki’s head, and a head threaded in his hair as you rode his face, so close to the edge. You let out a breathy sigh, your whole body shuddering as you came, twitching away from everyone. They all sat there, waiting as you came too, your eyes opening slowly to eye each one of them.
“Well, that was certainly something,” you started. Unsure of where to go from here.
“I’ve got something to say,” Denki stated, a pout forming on his face, “How come the virgin got his ass eaten? Where’s the fairness.” His eyes scrunched together, and you couldn’t help but laugh, the giggles forcing their way out of your lungs. Tamaki chuckled and Kiri and Bakugou joined in as well. Denki looked around before he let out an awkward laugh.
“Wait? Why are we laughing?” he asked, “That was a genuine question!”
You sat up, shaking your head, “You know what sparky, we’ll get to it next time.”
Denki pumped his fist, whooping and hollering at your promise. You curled up next to Tamaki, eyes drooping from all your exertion.
“There’s going to be a next time?” He asked you. Raising an eyebrow at you.
“So long as everyone’s comfy with it- why not?” you shrugged, too tired to care anymore. Tamaki just chuckled, looping an arm around your shoulder as you began to drift off, the heroes all talking around you.
Yeah, it’d be nice to do this again, you thought right as you finally passed out.
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You surveyed the wreckage of your apartment. Items had been strewn carelessly about the room, furniture turned over, and several of your dishes had been shattered on the kitchen floor. But perhaps the scariest detail about the break-in was the fact that nothing had been stolen.
If the intruder hadn’t wanted to take any of your valuables, then why bother? The only possible explanation that you could come up with, was that this was no random burglary. You had been targeted for personal reasons, and this intrusion had been carefully planned. It was meant to frighten you, meant to send a message that you had received as clear as day.
You were no longer safe here.
A heavy arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you close. Turning towards the male, you wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned your cheek against his chest. His other hand came to rest on the back of your head, stroking through your hair.
“I can’t let you stay here by yourself,” Keishin said. “Actually, I’m not really comfortable with you staying here at all. What if the person who did this comes back?” He pulls back slightly so that he can look you in the eye, resting his hands on your shoulders. “You should stay at my place until the police catch the perpetrator. Nobody will be able to hurt you while I’m around.”
Pushing against his chest slightly, you shake your head. “Oh no, I couldn’t impose on you like that! I’ll just… get a hotel room, or stay with a family member or something.”
He frowned at your response, and if you hadn’t been so preoccupied with thoughts of the break-in you might have noticed the flash of something dark within his eyes before he regained his composure. “Babe, you could never impose.” Eyes narrowing slightly, he added, “Besides, I’m gonna be really worried about you unless you let me keep an eye on you.”
After a moment of hesitation, you finally gave in. “Alright, fine. Just let me grab a few things and then we can go.”
That had been half a year ago.
Looking back, you wondered: just how many red flags had you ignored? You had always considered Keishin to be the perfect gentleman. He was so sweet, so considerate of your feelings, so protective. Overly protective, you now realized. Possessive, in fact.
You never would have expected that your best friend was actually obsessed with you. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t ever thought about him in a romantic light. If he had simply asked you out for drinks sometime, perhaps you would have said yes.
Instead, you were locked in the suite he had built for you in his basement, completely dependent on him.
At first, you had fought against him. You would throw the plates of food that he brought for you, attack him whenever he tried to console you, and would scream until you lost your voice in the small hopes that someone might hear you and come to your rescue. Every time your captor would try to speak to you, you would spit venom-filled words, hurling every insult that you could think of at him.
Keishin didn’t like this. Each time you rebelled against him, his expression would turn to hurt. “I’m only trying to protect you,” he would say. “I love you so much, I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you. You’re safe here, nothing can hurt you. One day you’ll see that everything I did was for your happiness and safety.”
And then one day, he had stopped coming to visit you.
“I understand,” he had said during his last visit as he stared at you forlornly. “You’re scared and confused right now. If you don’t want to see me, then I’ll stay away. But when you change your mind, I’ll be waiting.” He had reached out, trying to touch you. When you had shrank back, he sighed. “I love you,” he whispered, before backing away and exiting, the door locking behind him.
At first, you had been relieved. Now that you knew Keishin’s true colors, simply being near him terrified you. Although he may not have ever put a hand on you against your will, or even raised his voice at you, what he had done was enough for you to lose trust in him forever. He had manipulated you into a false sense of security that enabled him to lock you away from everything and everyone that you loved.
But humans are not solitary creatures. It began small: you would talk to yourself to fill the silence, stare at yourself in the shatterproof mirror in order to feel as if someone were looking back at you. It wasn’t enough, though. And slowly, ever so slowly, it felt as if you were beginning to lose your mind. You were spiralling, tumbling down a black hole from which you were beginning to fear that there was no return.
You had lost track of time at that point. One day bled into the next, hours upon hours of complete isolation. The loss of any human contact weighed heavily on you. You became desperate for someone - anyone - to talk to you, to touch you.
And finally, after what seemed like years but was really only a few weeks, Keishin had you right where he wanted you.
“Please, I’m sorry!” you were banging on the door, screaming. “Keishin, don’t leave me down here alone anymore! I can’t take it, please, I need you!”
I need you. Those three words were like music to your abductor’s ears. He made his way down the stairs, hesitating just outside so that he could hear more of your beautiful begging. Eventually he couldn’t hold back any longer, so he entered the room.
As soon as he saw the tears streaming down your face, he opened his arms to you. “Oh, baby, c'mere.”
You knew that it was wrong. You knew that you were sick to turn to the man who had locked you down here for comfort and affection. But at that moment you simply didn’t care.
A sob tore past your lips as you collapsed into his arms. You grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, clinging to him frantically while incoherently babbling. Pleas for him not to leave, to hold you and touch you and talk to you.
“Shh,” he shushed you gently. “I’m here, baby girl. I’ve got you.” One arm wrapped securely around your waist while the other cupped your cheek. “I need to know - do you want this? Do you want me?”
Immediately you begin to nod your head up and down. “Yes, yes, yes!” You used your hold on his shirt to pull his body flush against yours, burying your face in his chest. “Want you so bad, need you. ’s too lonely down here without you, please!”
“I wanna stay right here with you, love,” he coos. “But I can’t have you thinking that you can bat those gorgeous eyes at me and get whatever you want. You have to know that your actions have consequences. You really hurt me the last time we spoke.”
You’re shaking now, pawing at him as you try to increase the physical contact between the two of you. “I’ll be good,” you promise. Your fingers trail beneath his shirt and up his chest, whining at the feeling of his skin, warm beneath your touch. “You can punish me, do anything you want. Just don’t leave me down here alone again, please!”
His thumb strokes across your tear stained cheek. “Is that what you want? You want me to punish you so you can learn your lesson and be a good girl for me?”
No. That isn’t what you want at all, but neither is spending another second locked away from all human contact. Your loneliness has eaten away at your mind, leaving you susceptible to the suggestive glint in your formerly best friend’s eyes.
“Yes, punish me,” you echo your earlier request. Falling to your knees in front of him, you hug his leg. “Teach me a lesson. Make it so that I’ll never disobey you again.”
Keishin groans at the sight of you on your knees for him, completely submissive. The way that you look up at him through lashes sparkling with tears has the blood rushing straight to his cock. And with you clinging to him, he can barely hold himself back.
“Such a good girl,” he praises as he smooths your hair with one hand. “I don’t want to punish you, pretty baby. But there are rules, and you have to learn to obey them.”
You’re disgusted by yourself as you nod up at him. A nagging thought in the back of your mind tells you that this is wrong. That you should be frightened of the man in front of you. Instead, you feel almost euphoric as you lean into his touch, nuzzling against the hand that he brings to your cheek to wipe your tears.
He helps you stand, guiding you over towards the bed. Sitting on the edge of it, he watches you expectantly. “Will you strip for me, sweetheart?”
You hate the way that he does that. Making it seem as if this whole thing is your idea, when you clearly don’t have any choice in the matter. And yet, his words and lustful voice have an effect on you that you know they shouldn’t, causing a needy ache between your legs.
Slowly, you begin to remove your clothing, piece by piece. Keishin watches, sucking in a deep breath as more of your skin is revealed to him. Once you are fully nude, he gestures for you to move closer to him. He parts his legs, allowing you to stand between them as he cups your face in his hand.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans. “I’ve waited so long to see you like this, to touch you. I’ve loved you for so long.”
In your desperate haze, the words have you practically purring. You wrap your arms around his neck, and try to straddle him on the bed. But he stops you, holding onto both of your arms to keep you still.
“Ah, ah, ah, I still need to punish you, remember?” His hands guide you into position, bent over his lap with your ass on full display for him. “You’re going to get twenty spankings, okay? I expect you to count them for me, and I expect you to thank me after each one. Can you do that for me, princess?”
You nod, but that doesn’t satisfy him. He grabs your cheeks and squeezes them together, frowning at you. “Use your words, baby girl,” he commands.
“Y-yes daddy,” you stammer obediently.
Keishin’s eyes close for a moment, and he sucks in a deep breath. “Fuck, keep calling me that.” His hands massage the globes of your ass, touch deceptively gentle considering what is about to come.
The first smack comes unexpectedly, causing you to yelp and lurch in his lap. He holds you in place with an arm across your back. As the stinging pain begins to fade, you remember his earlier request, and croak out a quiet, “One, thank you.”
As you receive the rest of your punishment you can’t help but wonder if the man has ever done this before. He times each spanking sporadically so that you are caught by surprise each time, and makes sure that there is enough time between each one so that the pain is fresh every time his hand comes down against your skin. You have to bite your lip to stop from moaning at the mixture of pain and pleasure.
By the time he finishes, your ass is red and stinging from the impact. Tears gather in your lashes, shining like diamonds, while others soak your cheeks. You sob as you feel Keishin’s hands soothing the irritated flesh. He presses a kiss to your lower back before pulling you up and into a hug.
“You were so good for me love, took your punishment so well,” he praises. He peppers kisses along your shoulder as you bury your face in the crook of his neck. “I think you deserve a reward. What do you want, baby?”
Pulling away, you look at him with wet eyes. “Want you, daddy,” you say in a sweet tone. “Want your cock.” As if to prove your words, you begin grinding your bare pussy against his semi through his clothes.
“Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me baby,” he groans. His hands come down to hold your waist, helping you move against him. “Did my princess enjoy her punishment a little too much? Now she needs daddy to take care of her?” One hand moves to your knee, making it’s way up your thigh before tracing over your sex. “Oh shit, you’re already so wet for me.”
“All for you,” you moan. “‘m all yours, daddy.”
As soon as the words leave your lips, you realize how true they are. It’s as if Keishin’s punishment has torn through the last of your resistance. He’s broken you, simply by isolating you and showing a single display of dominance.
His eyes have gone dark, a tiny ring of brown almost completely swallowed by his lust-blown pupils. He stands, lifting you with him before tossing you onto the bed. You sit up on your elbows to watch as he strips his own clothing off. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times, but this time the sight of his rippling muscles sends a jolt of desire straight to your core. And when he removed his sweatpants and briefs in one motion, you were practically drooling.
He was long, and thick. A few veins ran up his hardened length, and you wonder how delicious it will feel to have them rubbing all of those pleasurable spots inside of you. His pubic hair is dark and curly, slightly trimmed to give him a clean, groomed appearance.
When Keishin climbs onto the bed, you immediately reach for him. But he catches both of your hands in one of his and pins them above your head. “Be good for me, princess,” he says. “And daddy will make you feel real good, promise.”
You pout and squirm beneath his hold. But he’s far stronger than you, able to hold you down easily. “I wanna touch you,” you whimper.
“You will, baby,” he says. “But let me take care of you first, okay? I’ve been waiting years to show you how much I adore you. How much I want you. How absolutely irresistible you are to me.” Leaning down, he kisses your pout away. “So just lay back and let daddy do what he wants, okay?”
At his words, you finally stop struggling. Even when he releases his hold on your wrists, you keep them above your head where he had placed them. He smiles, leaning over you to press a kiss to each of them before crawling down your body to settle between your legs.
Using his thumbs to part your slick folds, Keishin groans at the sight. “You have such a pretty pussy,” he says. “I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks.”
The first lap of his tongue has your eyes rolling back and a wanton moan falling from your lips. He teases you with languid strokes at first. His breath ghosts over your clit and you tense, but then he pulls back and begins pressing open-mouthed kisses to one thigh. He suckles marks into your skin, biting harshly at the flesh before soothing it with his tongue and more kisses.
As he moves to the other thigh to give it the same treatment, you begin to squirm. He holds your thighs down, looking up at you and growling a warning before going back to what he was doing. You want to grab his hair and pull his face to your aching cunt, but you manage to just barely hold yourself back, not wanting to anger him and earn another punishment.
Finally, his mouth moves back to the place where you need it most. His flattened tongue collects the juices that soak your folds. As the wet muscle begins circling your clit, two fingers slide inside of you, pumping slowly.
“Daddy, please!” you beg. “I need more.”
Keishin doesn’t answer. But his lips seal around your sensitive bundle of nerves as he suckles, causing you to squeal and buck your hips towards his face. The fingers inside of you curl up, finding the spongy spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. Eyes fixed on your face, he gives you a command: “Cum.”
Your orgasm hits you so suddenly and violently that your vision goes white and you scream. The man continues to finger you as you slowly come down from your high. His tongue flicks against your sensitive clit, and you whimper and try to escape as the pleasure is tinged with pain.
The man doesn’t relent until you’re crying from the overstimulation. He finally lifts his head, mouth and chin glistening with your release. “I’m sorry love,” he wipes your tears and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “You just taste so good. I wanna drown myself in your sweet pussy.” His lips fall on yours again, this time deepening the kiss and swiping his tongue against yours once your mouth opens to him.
He begins to grind down into you, his throbbing cock sliding easily against you due to the amount of slick gathered between your legs. Whenever the head catches on your clit, your body jerks slightly. You moan into the kiss, legs wrapping around his hips as your nails dig into his back to hold him in place against you.
“Want you so bad,” he groans against your lips. “Are you ready for me, princess? Ready to take daddy’s cock?”
Afraid that your voice will fail you, you simply nod and whine needily. That seems to be enough for him though, as the tip of his length prods at your fluttering hole. You keen when he finally begins to sink into your heat.
“Fuck,” Keishin draws out the word, eyes closed in rapture. “You feel even better than I ever could have imagined, baby. So hot and tight, so wet for me, shit.”
He fucks you with slow, deep thrusts. The force behind his movements is enough to have your body moving up on the bed. One hand settles on your hips, holding you in place as he begins to pick up the pace. The other grabs your leg and places it over his shoulder, allowing him to reach deeper inside of you.
The new angle and depth has you unravelling beneath him. “Daddy please, s’too good, too much, please!” You’re babbling and drooling, nails clawing lines into his back. The coil in your stomach is tightening, and then it snaps.
“That’s right princess, cum all over my cock,” Keishin growls into your ear. “God fuck, you feel so good clampin’ down on me like that. Makes me wanna fill you up, fuck a baby into you.”
Even though you’ve just come down from your high, those words have the tension beginning to build up again. A tiny voice from somewhere deep inside your head tells you that this isn’t right, that you shouldn’t want this. But you push it far into the back of your mind, instead focusing on the pleasure that the man is bringing you.
“Breed me daddy!” you beg. “Wanna have your babies s’bad. Make me your little breeding bitch, I want it!”
His eyes roll back in his head. “Yes baby, ‘m gonna give you what you want. You’re gonna look so fuckin’ beautiful, belly swollen with my kid.” He captures your lips in a searing kiss, nipping at your lower lip. “Gonna be my pretty little wife, having my babies. You won’t ever be able to leave me. You’re mine, mine forever.”
Bringing his thumb down to rub sloppy circles against your clit, he tries to bring you to the edge along with him. His thrusts are becoming uneven, and he manages to pump into you twice more before he buries himself inside of you and spills his seed. The feeling of being stuffed with his hot cum paired with this thumb on your sensitive bud causes the coil in your belly to snap. Waves of intense pleasure wash over you for the third time that night.
Slowly, Keishin pulls out of you. Your mixed releases begin to leak out of your abused hole, but he is quick to use two fingers to push it back inside of you. “Don’t want to waste a single drop,” he mutters. “Gotta keep it all inside, love.”
When he finally falls back onto the bed next to you, the man pulls you into his arms and kisses your forehead. You snuggle into him, head resting on his shoulder. One of your hands traces across his stomach and then upwards, stroking through the soft hairs on his chest.
“I love you so much,” he mumbles tiredly. “Tell me you won’t ever leave me, please.”
Propping yourself up, you press a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. “I love you too,” you whisper. “And I’ll never leave. I promise.”
