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Synopsis. Videos hold memories you can look back to. So why not make one with him to capture your lewd memorials?
Feat. GAKU. SHIN ASAKURA. YOICHI NAGUMO. NATSUKI SEBA. xfem!reader
Tags. MDNI. recording intimate acts. smexual intercourse. unprotected s$x. dirty talk. breeding(?). doggy. a$$ smacking. cunnilingus. oral(fem!receiving). riding. reverse cowgirl. teasing. cl!toral play. slight dumbification in gakus & shishibas. overstim in gakus. brief use of esp in shins. Use of good girl in nagumos.
✎ A/N; Hihi lovelys!^^ Didn't see enough sakamoto days post and was genuienly shocked??? So yk mama had to cook something tf up! Hope you enjoy this! ^^
Gaku ★ Back view!
The obnoxious, striking sound begins to be a never-ending cycle, his hips snapping against your rear, cock head bruising your mushy g-spot. Your sounds muffled against the sheets, the patch of saliva turning the white material into a darker shade.
He's knocking the wind out of your lungs, deep calculated thrusts causing the barely stable bed to creak!
Oh, no.
You try to warn him, but as you lift your head to say something, his hard thrust sends you flying forward headfirst into the pillow again.
It’s not that he could hear you anyway, not over the nasty squelching of your cunny, not when he’s switching his fixated gaze from your bullied cunt to the phone in his hand, and surely not when he’s in this deep fixated trance.
"Nghhh! R-right there!"
There's barely any sense left in his head as your mushy walls stick to him like glue, engulfing his gushing cockhead in a tight headlock. Fuck, he feels like he might die if you keep choking him like this.
His hand traces down the curve of your ass, spreading your cheek for a better view. And as embarrassing as it is, he couldn't give one fuck about the absurdly loud moan he lets out.
Smack!
The loud sound of his skin adoring your ass in a crimson shade erupts, functioning as a silent instruction you understand almost instantly, arching your back in a way that your lower half almost levitates off the mattress.
Gakus audible hum rings in your ear, a harsh prod against your g-spot. "Goshhh Gaku, m' gonna-"
Breaking you off, he growls at the absurd clench of your walls around him.
"Fuck. Js' look at this fuckin' mess. Yer gonna cum, huh? Spray your juices all over my dick?" You're twisting your head to face him- you see his eyes obsessively fixating on your leaking cunt, essence coating you both in a thin glistering veil while swallowing up his hefty cock over and over, and-
In almost an instant, he lifts his right foot up, planting it firmly into the crinkling sheets before ramming his dick into you, bullying his way up to your cervix.
A black canvas coats your vision and a loud shriek punched out of your lungs signals your surprising orgasm, hitting like a slap to the face. It's intense - fierce, even.
And he? He was no better.
A deep, shuddering groan rumbled from his chest, his grip on your hips tightening as he fought to hold on, to savor the way your body clenched around him. His breaths were ragged, hot against your skin, his movements growing erratic—desperate, losing himself inside your comforting heat completely.
The way you're sucking him in and making his mind go feral should actually be illegal. Never has he ever lost control over himself like he did with you. He tries to desperately fight off every single thought flooding in, telling him to just hurl the phone into space so he can fuck you even harder. Deeper.
But, besides you, there's nothing he loves more than a challenge. He'll make it work. And even better, he'll get you on camera, getting your back completely blown-out in every sense of the word.
Your arms betray you as you fall onto your chest, arms nothing more than jelly. The raw force of his thrusts sends you flying forward, your head almost hitting the headboard, and you reach your arm back in an attempt to slow him down, to no avail.
His arm swings around your waist before your trembling legs threaten to give out on you. A firm grip, giving you no room to escape, only to take it.
“T-too much!” you gasped, but your voice was shaky, contradicting the way your fingers dug into his arms, as if you couldn’t decide whether to push him away or pull him closer.
“Too much?” he mused in a teasing tone. He leaned in, lips brushing your ear, the camera now recording his hand around your neck, presenting your tear-stained face on full display.
He presses his lips against your ears, teasing in a low whisper. “You can take it. Just one more for me, yeah?” His hand quickly retreats to your hips as he lifts himself up again, movement never stopping.
You barely register your second release crashing onto you, your cries muffled into the flattened, sweat-stained pillow. The camera captures your arched, glistering back, the deafening plap! plap! plap! Sounds of him slamming against you are prominent on the recording.
"Better see your juices allll over the camera."
You can't breathe, can't think. Everything is just too much and perfect at the same time, the overstimulating sensation making you go crazy - a senseless mess.
In a desperate attempt to slow him down, you reach your hand back against his hips, trying to slow him down only to be slapped away by him with a harsh smack followed by a disgruntled scoff.
"Move that fuckin' hand." His voice laced in venom as his balls tightened, so close to shooting ropes after ropes into your vast hole.
"Look at you," he rasped, his voice thick with something between awe and hunger. His free hand slid up your spine, fingers pressing into the arch of your back, grounding you in the intensity of the moment. "Nasty fuckin' pussy's taking me so well."
Your body trembled in his grasp, the aftershocks of pleasure pulsing through you in waves, leaving you breathless. Your limbs felt boneless, melting into the sheets as he drove himself deeper, chasing his own release.
A deep, guttural groan tore from his lips, his fingers digging into your skin as he lost himself in the heat of you. His movements grew frantic, every thrust more desperate than the last, as if he were trying to memorize the way you felt around him, the way your body responded to his.
With a final, shuddering thrust, his body tensed against yours, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as he gave in completely. His grip softened, his weight pressing into you in the most delicious way, grounding you both in the hazy afterglow.
His breath came in ragged pants, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he spilled fat globes of cum into you, every pulse of release dragging him deeper into euphoria.
He let out a shaky laugh, pressing his forehead against yours. "Hope you know," he murmured, his voice still husky. "I’m never deleting that."
Shin Asakura ★ Amateur!?
This might've been the best idea he's ever heard anyone think of- literally.
All it took for him was a quick look into your thoughts during your heated make-out after his long, exhausting day at the shop, and fuck, why didn't you just tell him?
You’re embarrassed he'd refuse? In what world could it be possible for him to refuse this - you?
He couldn’t be more grateful for his mind-reading abilities than now, when his room shifts into something straight out of a porn scene, quite literally.
Because this, you on top of him with your legs locking him in place, his light-colored hair sprawled out onto the soft cushion, is all he needed after a draining day.
The camera moves in the rhythm of your hips, carefully focusing onto his face down to his glistering abs, not failing to capture his rapid breathing, your escaping mewls and the lewd clap!, A sound that echoes each time your hips heave down against his.
"Why, fuckkk, didn't you just tell me?", His breathless voice snaps you out of your drunken daze. Your hand grasps back to his clenching thigh for stability, struggling to hold back the moans scratching your throat.
"Thought y-you wouldn't wan' to." He scoffs, hands planted to your hips, the former assassin's beastly strength overpowering you, snapping his hips up into your heat whilst his strong hands hold you in place.
"Me? Not wanting this? Girl puh-lease."
By just one look at the video, even an idiot can make out the unprofessional setting, muffled noises and wonky hold, but everyone starts off somewhere, right?
"S-stop rambling so much.“
With your eyes carefully examining the phone, making sure you get each lip-bite, each eye roll and each desperate whimper from your lover, your hips grind against his frantically.
Luscious. That's how you'd describe him right now.
"H-heh. I look luscious? 'M flattered." Unsteady breath betraying him, the bashful smile he flashes you makes your heart rapidly beat in your chest.
"I can hear ya, ya know?", he teases further, licking his dried lips in a swift motion before caging them in between his teeth.
Normally, you would've scolded him for infiltrating your thoughts just like that, but how could you be mad at your sweet boyfriend when he's letting you fulfill your long desired fantasies? Exactly. You couldn’t.
A slow smirk tugged at your lips as you speed up the gyrations of your hips, your free hand holding onto his chest for stability.
A strangled groan left his lips, hands instinctively flying to your hips as his eyes shot open. Fingers dig into your hips, harsh, and he can not only hear—no, he can feel you coming close to your release, your talkative hole gushing and squeezing around him.
This must be heaven.
Here, he can die a happy man.
"Ya still with me?" You pull yourself back slightly, the camera following the teasing trail your fingers leave behind on his chest.
He lives for moments like these—your soft giggle, the teasing tone in your voice, your mesmerizing hips - everything.
Eyes glazed over with lust, he takes in your figure towering over him, dick twitching inside of you once he notices the sensual smirk.
God, he's gonna lose his sanity.
A shiver ran down your spine as his strong arm held you close, pressing you against the warmth of his body. His grip was firm yet possessive, his touch leaving a trail of heat along your skin.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and rough against your ear. “So perfect.”
Your breath hitched as he adjusted his hold, angling the lens just right, ensuring that every delicate shift of your body was recorded in exquisite detail. The way your fingers curled against his chest, the subtle tremor in your thighs—it was all for him, and he was utterly mesmerized.
His free hand skimmed up your back, fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns that sent sparks of warmth radiating beneath your skin. His movements were unrelenting yet controlled, each one drawing you deeper into the haze of pleasure, every brush of his touch making you feel adored, cherished.
His lips grazed the shell of your ear, his voice a mix of awe and restraint. "I want you to watch it later, see how good you look like this."
A soft whimper escaped you at his words, the promise in his tone sending a delicious shudder through your body. The thought of seeing yourself through his eyes, of witnessing the raw devotion in the way he held you, made your pulse quicken.
His pace never faltered, his movements fluid, precise. Every touch, every whispered praise, sent you spiraling further into the moment, lost in the intensity of his presence. The warmth of his breath against your skin, the way he held you as if you were something precious—it was overwhelming in the best possible way.
A breathless giggle rings in your ear before you feel one strong arm wrapping around your waist, snatching the device from your hand.
"My turn now, mkay?" You just nod mindlessly, your limp body falling on top of his. His pace is quick and brutal, pistoning his dick in and out of you faster than you can even register.
His arm extends over your back further down to the valley of your ass, where the camera perfectly captures the slick motion of his cock sliding in and out of your swollen hole.
Your orgasm hit you like a lightning strike, your whole body tensing up as pleasure consumes you whole, teeth digging into his shoulder at the overwhelming euphoria devouring you whole, body rocking with friction against his firm abs as his harsh hips smash up against you.
"Just like that, princess. Lay back and just look pretty for the camera."
You shivered at his words, the deep timbre of his voice sending a wave of heat down your spine. His grip was firm yet careful as he adjusted the camera’s angle, ensuring that every detail—the flush of your skin, the slow rise and fall of your chest—was captured just the way he wanted.
“Thereee we go,” he murmured, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your thigh, a contrast to the intensity in his gaze. “Absolutely perfect.”
Your breath hitched as he leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple before pulling back just enough to admire you. His eyes roamed over your form with unfiltered adoration, as if committing every inch of you to memory.
"Stay with me, baby," he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder, his voice laced with adoration. "I want to remember this. Every. single. second."
And with the soft glow of the camera capturing it all, you knew you would.
Shishiba ★ Wet 'n wild!
"Hold the damn camera straight."
His baritone voice rings in your ear, your shaky hand struggling to hold the camera in place. If only you could.
It's a shame, really. The unsteady lens only captures a fraction of Shishibas handsome face, his hair pushed back by your very own hand tangled in his golden strands, revealing his handsome features.
But you can't help it- not when his vicious mouth shares a french kiss with your pussy, not missing your clit as he circles his tongue around it, sucking the pulsating button hard, sharp eyes looking directly into the camera, his sly smirk barely noticeable against your heat.
"Poor girl. Can't do anything by herself." His snarky remark flies over your head as all you can focus on is his wet muscle digging into your cavity, exploring each triggering spot imaginable.
"In the end," an unoccupied hand comes up to grip your wrist, steadying your wobbly hand, a clear image of his face now visible. "I always have to help out, hm?" Mouth back on your cunt with predatory eyes now fixated on your face, he's making sure to catch every expression of yours.
Not one subtle twitch goes unnoticed by him while keeping up his assault on your cunt, fingers trailing down down down from your thigh to your hole, teasing pads drawing circles around it.
He grins against your heat as you eagerly clench down onto his barely inserted pointer and middle finger, his hungry mouth not wavering from your pulsating clit.
"Y-you're sooo mean, shi'."
"Me? Mean?", the soft coo in his voice is a jarring contrast to his assault on your poor cunt, his slender fingers massaging your soaked cunt in a teasing manner. "But I'm making you feel good, no?"
Biting back a snarky remark, you urge his face closer to your pussy, hips wiggling in his hold. "Urgh! Just-"
You cut yourself off with a stunned yelp, his hot tongue lapping at your puffy clit, and you swear you can feel him spelling some letters onto your cunt, the grip on your hips tightening.
"Please, shi." the pleasure overwhelms you as you hitch your breath, a tingling sensation electrifying your body. You buck your hips, forcing his mouth impossibly further into your core, fingers scraping the depth of your hole.
Even with him down in between your legs, you feel so utterly helpless, failing to lift your head to fully gaze upon him, repeatedly falling back into the sheets.
God, the video must be terribly filmed. You'll never hear the end of it.
Your sounds are drowned out by your thighs locking him firmly into place, legs thrown over his shoulder with your heels digging into his back.
Shishiba's luxuriated in your sweetness, hum in content with each spurt of essence you deliver right into his eager mouth. He doesn't hesitate to gulp down each and every bit of you, not leaving one place untouched with his greedy tongue.
Lost in the sauce, they say. Yes, he gets it now.
His eyes close in content, and he barely even notices how he grinds his angry throbbing cock against the sheets in a frenzy, the fat of your thigh gushing from between the gaps of his fingers from his strong hold.
Repeated sobs snap him back into reality. He almost moans at the sight of your tear-stained face, nose cutely scrunching up after your frustrated snivel, scrunched eyebrows firmly accommodating the frown on your face.
It's too much—his tongue french-kissing your cunt, his fingers curling up into your g-spot, and his intense stare keeping you captured. Your tummy sucks in, a fire licking up your spin and pooling heat low into your belly, a pressure coiling so tight that it feels like you might break.
Ah. Now he's hit the nail.
"I- hahhh! Please- I can't, Shi! "
You don't even know what you're begging for at this point once the tight coil in your stomach snaps, muscles tensing almost painfully as the back of your head digs into the bed, toes curling as you're drowning in the euphoric high with one last desperate cry of his name.
So cute.
Thumb rubbing tight circles on your thigh in a soothing manner, helping you calm down from your high. He can feel your hand trying to push him away from your heat as your other hand grasps for his wrist, still shamelessly smacking against your pussy, pumping his fingers slowly in and out of you.
Wait, something is off.
Lazy eyes examine your sprawled-out figure, noticing the phone lying flat on your stomach, capturing the plain ceiling, and he wonders if you even managed to film anything but your obscene sounds bouncing off the rooms walls.
Raising yourself up on your elbows, you give him an apologetic grin, heavy breathing in sync to his.
Huffing out a frustrated breath, he briefly closes his eyes as he rests his cheek against your thigh before licking his glistering lips in a lustful manner at your twitching clit protesting at the loss of stimulation.
"Well, can't be helped. Gotta do it all over again, doll."
Yoichi Nagumo ★ Press my buttons, baby!
"Nuh uhhh. Eyes up here, sweetie."
Followed by a light titter, he lifts your head up by the chin, urging your attention towards the mirror. Your eyes meet his in the reflection, not failing to catch the smug grin plastered on his face, the digital device just barely hiding his mahogany eyes.
This deeply engraved desire inside always got the better of him. Nagumo favors filming you both in the act, especially hoping for the footage to keep him sane during one of his many abroad jobs.
So this has become somewhat normal the night before he's off to a job the next morning, a lucky charm of sorts. Every time he lies on the foreign hotel bed, frustrated and exhausted, the only thing that can lighten his mood is you.
A Strong tattooed arm wraps around your waist, effortlessly lifting you up, up, up, your cunt desperately clasping around the crown of his cock, before slamming you back down. His girthy length stuffs your needy hole up each time your ass meets his pelvis - the loud gasp you let out surely prominent on the device recording the lewd scene.
"Eyes on the price, baby."
And you sure do.
Your eyes scan over what little you could make out through the dimly lit mirror, soaking in the black ink casing his skin. His fleshy biceps rubs against your skin with every slight movement, and his raven hair is disheveled.
His tall figure is towering over yours even while sitting down with your spread-out legs, exposing your stuffed pussy on display. His free hand twists your nipple as his mouth attacks your neck, planting deep red marks over it to his heart's content.
"Mhm, such a gorgeous girl."
He's eager to get a reaction out of you, trying to spice up the recording with a variety of gasps, thunderstruck expressions and cries of his name.
"And such a pretty fuckin' pussy."
Awestruck, your hand flies down towards his arms as he tries to sneak his pointer towards your puffy clit, his breath hot against your neck at one particular squeeze of your pussy.
His mind is running a thousand miles per hour with each slippery sound your sloppy hole generates, and each time he catches a glimpse of your fucked out face, his hips stutter.
Your cunt is gushing out those sweet, slick, glistening juices shimmering in the scope of the camera, and he swears he can hear your sweet essence flooding out, coating almost the entirety of his lower half.
God, he's gonna lose it.
How couldn't he? How can he possibly keep his cocky facade when you're caging his poor sensitive cock head in the depths of your tunnel? Exactly, there's no way.
"C'monnn, I know you can do it. Wanna watch this later and see my girl goin' all out."
Teasing fingers sneak towards your breast, twisting your neglected nipple to get a rise out of you, snickering at your desperate gasps.
There's no way for you to even try to bite back on his remarks when he's fucking you so good, not leaving one single spot on and in your body untouched, the only thing holding him back is his right hand holding the phone.
"Ya can do that for me, right?" The camera is wobbly in his hold as he grows impatient, clenched thighs snapping against your ass in vigor. Even with you on top of him, you are like putty in his hands, suffering from his powerful thrusts up against you, forcing his squirting head up to kiss your cervix.
Close. You're so damn close.
The crack in his voice goes unnoticed by you as you're eyes scrunch shut, fist clenching on his wrist at the overwhelming feeling of his prominent veins rubbing up against your walls. "M-mhmm!"
He's quick, gifting the side your fleshy thigh with a sharp strike of his hand. "Good fuckin' girl." The grip on the device becomes stiff, his balls clenching tightly, begging to pump you full of his seed.
Hiding his face in the crook of your neck he plasters it with open-mouthed kisses, his unsteady breathing causing goosebumps on your skin.
"Uh huhhh, just- hahhh, just a little longer, pretty." His bulky cock slides against your walls, the friction so good that it's almost unbearable.
The tight pressure building up inside your heat grows intense, causing your breath to quicken and your body to tremble, surely causing the camera in his hand to shake as you desperatly claw at his arms for stability.
"Gumoooo!" Your rough whimper rings his ears, fierce eyes snapping up to meet your face. "Shhhh I know, I know. Give it to me. Let me see."
His rushed voice echoes in excitement, eyes brightening as his gaze flickers between your face and the camera, making sure to capture you falling apart on top of him.
Your body jerks, back arching off his chest once he hits the bullseye inside of you. There go stars bursting behind your eyelids as the all-consuming pleasure crashes over you. Every syllable, every sound was pulled from your ragged, desperate bursts.
Trying to escape from the immense pleasure, your thighs clasp together only to be forced apart by his strong hand with an annoyed scoff. "Don't you dare. I gotta see you. All of you."
The hold he has on the phone is surprisingly steady—scarily, even. As if it were propped up somewhere, completely stone-solid, capturing every detail visible. From the saliva dripping down your chin all the way down to your stuffed pussy with his cum oozing out of-
Wait, when did he?-
"F-fuuuuuck!"
Exposed tattooed neck on full display as he throws his head back, his voice raising an octave higher, and if he wouldn't be having an intense orgasm right now, he might've been embarrassed at the ridiculous change in his tone. But not now.
Not when your pussy is struggling to hold onto his pulsating cock, strings of his cum dripping out of your hole, not when your shaking thighs lock around his calves in a desperate attempt to steady your slumping body, and especially not when your arm forces his head down to your level to tangle him in a nastiest, sloppiest kiss imaginable.
"Would you look at that mess", he's out of breath, gasping almost with his chest heaving, calming himself from his reached high, tightly holding your slumping body against his.
The camera is tossed behind you onto the soft sheets, his eyes taking in the sight before him in the mirror. With his absent mind, he spreads your puffy lips apart, your saturated heat packed full of his inches.
A breathless chuckle rushes against your neck, his chin resting on your shoulder and your eyes locking in the mirror; he's whispering in a low tone.
"Perfect."
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