Contains: AFAB!READER (they/them pronouns). chubby!reader, free use, voyeurism, mating press, breeding, power imbalance (s/d dynamics), title usage "lord", implied thoma/ayato, pet names (baby, dove), mind break, objectification (squint), overstimulation, unprotected sex, heavy creampie (a lot of cum), praising, aftercare, body worship (reader)
Lord Ayato who can’t help but share his perfect little baby with his favorite housemaid, Thoma.
Lord Ayato who delights in the way his two precious little belongings squirm in delight from each other's ministrations, both writhing in their pleasure.
Lord Ayato who doesn’t mind when Thoma just can’t help but reach out and play with their pretty little tits, who gets harder at the prospect of sharing what’s his.
It was almost too much, the hard stare from your lord and the gentle mouthing of Thoma. Your face was warm and you felt faint, your cunt was thoroughly used as your legs were bent to your chest once more. Thoma just couldn't help himself when it came to your sloppy pussy. The lewd squelching it made drove him mad as he whimpered, his flushed face glancing up at the icy haired man who was sitting on the foot of the bed.
"My lord please let them cum again! I would like to make them cum again." Thoma's words were barely registered by you. Your eyes rolled as drool was trailing its way down your chin, each of Thoma's frantic but strong thrusts lurched your body. Your hips rose which formed a roll, the same roll that your beloved lord kisses and praises so much. the same roll that leads to him breeding you endlessly where he should be doing clan work.
Ayato just gave a charming smile, watching Thoma rut pathetically against your spent body, knowing that you simply couldn't cum anymore than you had. The way your eyes rolled and how your body grew lax beneath the pyro user was the tell tale sign that you were gone. not a single thought in your head as Thoma continuously fucked your sweet cunt.
You babbled, hands weakly clawing at Thoma's shoulders. The sting from your nails earned a hiss from him as he bottomed out, his balls tightening as he nearly came. He bit down on his bottom lip, his hands digging into the soft fat that sat on your hips, his fingers digging into the warm flesh as he squeezed. He drew his hips back and nearly groaned at the sight of your cream soiling and coating his cock. He grew dizzy from the sight alone as he looked back up at his lord.
"Pl-please M'lord... Just one more.. O-One more please." He begged, his gaze drifting down as his mouth watered slightly. The evident bulge that was hidden behind those tight pants Ayato always wore left little to Thomas' imagination. The tight strain was definitely uncomfortable but it was bearable when he was allotted the scene of Thoma whimpering and begging whilst he was balls deep in you.
Your stomach rolled more when Thoma pressed your legs tighter to your chest with his shoulders, his hands gripping at the soft love-handles at your hips as he saw white. His cock twitched, cumming as he took heavy and shaky breaths. He kept you pinned firmly beneath him as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck panting and basically huffing your scent. His chest was heaving as you could only lay there and take everything he's giving you.
Ayato watched thoma closely, his cool gaze never leaving the both of you as he stood, calmly walking around the bed to where thoma had you folded in half beneath him. He ran a gloved hand up Thoma's back slowly, the cold leather of it sending a shiver down his spine as he weakly lifted his head, only for Ayato to grab his chin. "Be a good boy Thoma and pull out for me."
He nodded with a flushed face, slowly leaning up as he pulled himself from your stuffed cunt, his gaze glued to the way the mix of cum seeping from you. A soft whimper leaving you when he was gone from on top of you, feeling empty as the sticky mess dripped down your ass. Your chest heaving as you finally were able to catch your breath, taking the brief moment to relax. Ayato smiled softly at the sight of you, his pretty dove, so divine laying on his bed thoroughly used by his housemaid.
Ayato leaned over and cupped your face, pressing a soft kiss to your nose to catch your attention, watching your hazy gaze shift towards him as he smiled softly, "There's my baby... Are you okay after that?"
His question almost went unanswered until you gave him a soft nod, still too dizzy on your high to form a coherent thought. Closing your eyes, you leaned your head into his palm, finding comfort in the cold leather gloves that he wore. Ayato let go of your face briefly, turning to grab the warmed towel that he had prepped a few minutes prior as he gingerly wiped your face free from the spit and drool that coated your chin.
He continued to wipe down your body, dragging the warm rag over every soiled part of you, leaning down to trail soft kisses and mumble praises onto your freshly cleaned skin. Each of his kisses and mumbles warmed you, your hand lazily finding his head as you rested it on the back, playing with the pale strands. He focused his praises and kisses to your sternum, peppering the skin gently with his adoration. He worked slowly, the towel being dragged between your legs as he cleaned you up, being mindful of how sensitive you may be after having multiple orgasms ripped from you.
He tossed the towel away when he was done, sitting down on the bed as he drew you into his arms. You curled against him, nestling your face in his chest as you relaxed in his arms, comforted by his warmth. His attention turned to Thoma, who had just returned from freshening himself in the bathroom, coaxing him over with a wave of his hand. "Come Thoma, it's time to relax now."
Contains: FEMALE READER. cockwarming, consensual filming?, mean scara, degradation (whore), dirty talk, humiliation, exhibitionism(?), reader is in just a shirt, pre-established relationship
He was live. He was live streaming — and you were settled on his cock. Your back was to the camera so it just looked like you were settled on his lap, hugging him. An innocent take to those who didn’t know, but little did chat know that you were sitting on his dick, pussy clenching every time he got a kill.
Your face was buried in his neck, muffling the small whimpers that slipped your lips, trying your best to stay as quiet as you could so his mic wouldn't pick up on it. The soft rock of your hips had his cock pulsing in your cunt. Your pussy was drooling everywhere, soaking into his unzipped pants and making a mess of both your thighs.
"..Scara..?" You had mumbled, hiding your face in his shoulder, biting down on your lip when he shifted, his tip kissing that sweet spot that made you see stars.
He offered a low hum of acknowledgement, sparing a sly, fleeting glance and smirk at you before turning back to his stream and continued playing his game. His eyes skimmed at his chat, briefly scanning over the messages before one had caught his eye.
"Yea I do have someone in my lap. My babygirl is rather clingy when I do twenty-four hour streams like this, so why not just have 'em here with me?"
His comment got a few messages of agreement. Some asked who was in his lap and why your face was hidden. Scara had skipped over the ones that had asked about you personally and would require a personal answer, one in particular catching his eye.
“i wonder if his partner is a good hit..”
He narrowed his eyes, pausing the game as his hands then grabbed your chin and meanly squished your cheeks, watching as his grip puckered your lips. His voice was rough and thick with an unspoken emotion, "Wanna tell chat that you're my whore and no one elses? Go on and tell chat how you're currently sitting and keeping my fat cock nice and warm while I play my game?"
Your eyes widened as you stiffly shook your head, far too embarrassed to ever admit something so provocative online, nonetheless to strangers.
"No? You don't want people to know whose cock is splitting you open right now?" His comment sent a wave of heat rising to your face, your cheeks feeling hot and you whined.
"All these cute little noises you're making for chat, you should see all their comments about you... disgusting really if you ask me, I bet they're touching themselves wishing it was them in my spot."
"Scara—" Your words were partially slurred by his grip on your face, small tears pricking in your eyes by how mean he was being. You weren’t used to him talking about you in such a degrading manner.
"What? Too embarrassed to share how messy your pretty little pussy is? How much it’s drooling all over my lap? Bet you’re getting off to me humiliating you in front of thousands of people"
"M’'not- scarAH—" You were cut off by his sharp thrust, his hips pressing his tip firmly against your cervix as the small tears in your eyes fell in tandem with the strangled moan leaving your lips.
He scoffed, shaking his head, mumbling under his breath as he watched chat go crazy. The messages were flying in so fast, he could barely catch a glimpse and his donation alerts were going off every so often announcing the rather large amounts for both you and him to hear.
"Utterly filthy. Both you and my viewers. tch" He sneered, glancing back at his camera and quickly ended his stream, leaving those who were watching look at the end screen and you, a teary eyed, needy mess on his lap.
Note: this is disgustingly short.. im ashamed. But it was rotting my brain😔
You were laying on the couch in your shared apartment with Rin, not minding the thick clouds that hung heavy in the room as you were already used to his habitual smoking tendencies. scrolling lazily through your phone as your head gently moved with each breath Rin took, his chest rising and falling steadily as he glanced down at you with hooded eyes. Rin had gripped your chin, dragging your attention away from the device in your hand, blowing a thick cloud into your face. A lazy smirk stretched across his lips as he watched the cloud break gently over your skin.
"Mm... You want some babe?" He purred, his tone was thick and lazy as wispy clouds drew from his lips as he spoke.
You simply rolled your eyes and shook your head, "Rin you know I don’t smoke... Nice try.."
He let out a lazy chuckle, wrapping a heavy arm around you as he rubbed your back lethargically. you shift and hitch a leg over his hip, resting comfortably against him. Rin's hand drifted down and gave a firm squeeze to the suppleness of your ass, eliciting a small noise of protest from your lips. Opting to ignore his touches, knowing he always got more handsy when high, your attention drifted back to your cellphone, aimlessly scrolling again.
You sigh and grow bored of the same thing, locking the hand held device and tossing onto the cushion opposite of suna. The male who was currently being used as a pillow followed your movement with glassed eyes, speaking up lazily.
"bored darling?"
You nodded into his chest as you murmured a weak 'yes' snuggling further into the warmth of his firm chest. With a smirk, Rin's hand drifted lower, teasing his finger tips at your clothed sex, dragging his digits in lazy circles as you shudder in response.
"Rin ... Don't tease... You know what happens when you do." You grumbled out, shying away slightly from his taunting touches.
"I know, I know... but it's rude to just barge in, I'm just making sure I'm wanted." came his slurred retort. You had pressed your hips back into his hand, a small noise of approval as your eyes shut with bliss.His fingers rubbed you firmly through the thin shorts you wore, huffing another drag from the blunt in between his fingers, blowing the cloud of exhale into the ceiling.
"So provocative." He noted, feeling the way you rolled and rubbed yourself against his fingers and hand. His response was a soft mewl when his fingers dragged against the soaked heat of your core, the slick that pooled between your thighs coating his digits. Rin rubbed you teasingly, grinning lazily at your whines as he toyed with your sensitive bud.
With a lewd whine, your grinding against his palm, relishing in the sweet friction given to you. Rin smirks and looks down at you after huffing out yet another drag from the roach. "if you want it... then take it yourself"
