music & vocaloids month ; fifth day.
synopsis: Sex with Ouka and Issa was always amazing (even if you were sore for a week after it).
# tags: scenario; friends with benefits; romance; smut; nsfw
warnings: threesome (m/f/m), double penetration, sex on the couch, butt fuck, sore pussy, hair pulling, tits sucking, slut & pet names
includes: female reader ft. ouka kira & issa kiduku {vazzrock}
Your eyes were full of tears, your hair more tangled than ever, and a trickle of sticky saliva was coming out of your mouth. You closed your both eyes as Issa entered your ass harder and at the same time Ouka tightened his hands on your hips trying to push his own pelvis up to feel the warmth of your pussy even better. The double stimulation was disgustingly satisfying for you. Your thoughts were obscured by pleasant pain and orgasms spreading one after another. The two men had a great time seeing your facial expressions and body language; for two friends, sex with you was the best pleasure and the best reward for a well-played concert.
“... We’ve been fucking for so many months, the three of us, and you’re still so damn tight. It’s amazing, baby.” The white-haired singer tightened his fingers on your skin, and you only opened one eye, moaning under your breath; your breathing was rapid and your heart was beating several times faster than normal, you felt sick from the pleasure. You were sore and tired, but at the same time you knew that this was only the beginning of your sex. It was only four minutes spent on the brown couch in your small living room.
The TV was on, and one of the random movies that had recently appeared on the platform was playing on the screen. However, you didn’t know what this movie was really about, you only watched its short beginning, and then the red-eyed man’s hand was under your fabric shorts, and Kira’s lips on your breasts, which he secretly adored. They very quickly undressed you, used the little lube you always had in the cupboard next to the couch, and then relaxed your tense muscles and mind. You forgot to even order food or talk about the past week, you went straight to carnal pleasure and your first mum.
“Come on, slut. Cum for us one more time.” This time the dark haired man spoke to you, while leaning towards your own right ear. More chills ran through you, your pussy tightening, causing Ouka to grunt in satisfaction.
Issa held your arms tightly, but after a moment, one of his hands grabbed your hair. He tangled his fingers tightly in your soft strands, then pulled you back with a firm motion that made you moan even louder. Your face was fully visible to the twenty-seven-year-old, who only licked his upper lip at the sight of your red face, full of tears and sweat on the temples.
“Our little fuckdoll looks so good being fucked by us, right?” He asked amused, leaning in even more and then kissing you straight on the lips. The chaotic kiss caused another wave of pleasure, and you cummed once again on Ouka’s cock. The sofa was soaked and needed refreshing soon.
Ouka took care of your nipples again and you tightened your fingers on his shoulders; your nails left visible and deep marks on his pale skin, but he didn’t care. If necessary, make-up artists will surely hide the marks and scars you left.
“Give her to me, Kiduku. I want to take care of my kitten’s sweet lips too.” He smiled, touching your chin by his fingers. Issa let go of your hair and the other man took the opportunity to give you a much softer kiss. Nevertheless, just as juicy and pleasant as the previous one. “Y/N, I love you like this.” Ouka slowed down and you took a deep breath.
Your eyes were wide, your lips puffy, and your cheeks flushed. You looked over your shoulder and then ahead. You knew how to please their faces and eyes.
“Please, p-please... Harder. I want to stop walking for the next few days. I’m feeling so good.” You moaned pleadingly as your body sank to the twenty-five-year-old male.
“... Who would I be if I didn’t fulfill my little whore’s request?” The black-haired man asked rhetorically, and his friend only corrected your tangled hair and wiped your face from sweat and tears.
“You can do it?” He asked calmly and you nodded. “I’ll hold you tight, baby girl. Everything will be fine.”
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