❝𝙎𝙏𝙐𝙋𝙄𝘿 𝙎𝙇𝙐𝙏.ᐟ❞

Just Friends

SUMMARY: Mikey and Izana heard you’re going out with someone else. Of course, the two men vying for your love had been gently courting you, intent on stealing your heart. So why else would you go out of your way to talk to other men, allowing them to flirt with you when you already had two perfectly willing and able 'friends' waiting to upgrade to 'boyfriend' territory? They decide it’s time to set aside their differences in order to make you theirs.

Warnings: kidnapping, yandere, jealousy, praise, dubious consent, blowjobs, spitroasting, vaginal fingering, double vaginal penetration, creampie

Pairing: Mikey x AFAB!Reader x Izana WC: 4.1k

Mikey and Izana sat opposite from one another at the cafe, their arms crossed, their gazes fixed on each other. When Izana contacted Mikey and proposed they meet up to 'resolve their issues,' the younger man was taken aback to discover Izana waiting for him, patient, silent, and solemn. He'd previously ordered his favorite coffee for the black-haired man, as well as something for them to eat on, which the waitress had just placed on the table between them. The seconds ticked by silently, until eventually, Izana hummed and set his cup down, “I’ll get straight to the point then, shall I? You must be wondering why I’ve asked you to join me for this little tete-a-tete,” Mikey grumbled irritably at Izana’s words but nodded, but otherwise remained quiet, waiting for Izana to get on with what he intended to say, “I’ve recently been made aware that my- our darling Y/N seems to have attained a new suitor,” Izana watched as Mikey’s jaw clenched, his back straightening as he realised the gravity of the situation now before both men.

They'd both been head over heels in love with you since the first time they saw you. You were a newcomer at the time. You had befriended Mikey, a martial arts instructor at the time, and had been introduced to the rest of his friend group, at which point you had unintentionally created competition between Mikey and his semi-frenemy stepbrother, Izana. You were a positive force with a happy-go-lucky personality that was almost irresistible to the two guys who had fallen head over heels in love with you They knew you liked them both - as friends - since you preferred to hang out with Mikey or Izana above anybody else in your little group of friends. Of course, the two men vying for your love had been gently courting you, intent on stealing your heart and making you theirs, both to keep you for themselves and to rub success in the other's face. However, you were either too harsh to reject them directly, or you were simply too young to understand Mikey and Izana's genuine love for you. Why else would you go out of your way to talk to other men, allowing them to flirt with you when you already had two perfectly willing and able 'friends' waiting to upgrade to 'boyfriend' territory?

They'd both been head over heels in love with you since the first time they saw you. You were a newcomer at the time. You had befriended Mikey, a martial arts instructor at the time, and had been introduced to the rest of the friend group, at which point you had unintentionally created competition between Mikey and his semi frenemy stepbrother, Izana. You were a positive force with a happy-go-lucky personality that was almost irresistible to the two guys who had fallen head over heels in love with you They knew you liked them both - as friends - since you preferred to hang out with Mikey or Izana above anybody else in your little group of friends. Of course, the two men vying for your love had been gently courting you, intent on stealing your heart and making you theirs, both to keep you for themselves and to rub success in the other's face. However, you were either too harsh to reject them directly, or you were simply too young to understand Mikey and Izana's genuine love for you.Why else would you go out of your way to talk to other men, allowing them to flirt with you when you already had two perfectly willing and able 'friends' waiting to upgrade to 'boyfriend' territory?

“Mikey, please sit down and calm yourself; we can't have you going wild with rage and dark impulses when we have no idea who this other person is,” When Mikey stood up, Izana became enraged and began pacing violently around the table, irritated by the attention they were receiving from the other café visitors. Mikey gave Izana a sidelong glance, but the older man simply waved him to take a seat, which he did unwillingly. When Mikey continued to bounce his leg instead, the table and chair vibrated faintly, but Izana ignored it in favor of leaning forward, his lilac eyes nearly sparkling with desire. “I've devised a strategy for making Y/N ours, but I'll need you to agree to cooperate with me. I don't care for you, but I know you'd never damage our darling, and I'm sure you know I'm your best bet as well. Are you up for it?” Mikey agreed without hesitation, to to Izana's delight, the black-haired and bleach blonde men leaning in closer as they started whispering the plan to one another, progressively coming up with the ideal sequence of events that would put you right in their lap. After everyone agreed to the plan, they completed their drinks and ate their meals before going their own ways to finish their tasks in preparation for the appointed time.

As you gently open your eyes to a dimly lit room, the last flickers of unsettling visions swirl together in a heavy soup, your head aches. As you try to turn over and go back to sleep, the absence of light calms the agony that continues lancing through your brain, and a groan of discomfort escapes your throat. The feeling of a pair of arms around your waist has you smiling softly, the memories from the night before - your date with the cute guy who’d been flirting with you for weeks, coming home, the kiss in the rain, Mikey punching the lights out of him-

… wait a fucking second.

As you try to tear free from the arms wrapped around your middle, you inhale sharply and your eyes spring wide. As you try to break free from your newfound anxiety, they tightened around you, a gentle voice whispering quietly in your ear, “Hmmm, settle down, love, it’s just me,” Mikey’s sleepy voice whispers in your ear, distracting you from the fear that fills your chest. When you open your mouth to ask the black-haired man a worried question, your eyes are drawn to activity in front of you. You gasp in surprise as you turn around to see Izana seated in an overstuffed armchair in front of you, his lilac gaze periodically flickering up to intensely examine you and Mikey. The man behind you pouted and nuzzled his face into the back of your neck, his warm breath caressing over your skin and sending shivers up your spine as he noticed your attention. “Awww, c’mon baby, why are you only paying attention to Izana? It’s not fair you know - we both worked so hard together to get you here," Another shudder went through you, this time fearful, and you swiftly whipped your head around, your body straining in Mikey's grip as you tried to flee.

“W-what the hell are you talking about, Mikey?! Why am I here - where’s-” When you noticed your friend's onyx eyes had a suspiciously sinister look to it, you gulped hard, fear flowing out of you. You paused in your queries, knowing that something in the back of your mind was telling you not to inquire where or how your date was, especially given how firmly Mikey was holding you and the memories that flashed through your mind every now and again, “What am I doing here? Why did you bring me - where are we?” You asked instead, your panic and worry beginning to overwhelm you. You flinched when you heard the sharp snap of Izana getting out of his chair and stretching languidly like a cat. The frightening sensation of being imprisoned by your friends, like a mouse caught between the paws of two very huge and very hungry cats, was heightened by Izana's nonchalant movement and Mikey's relentless squeeze against your back. Despite the fact that you knew Mikey and Izana would never hurt a single hair on your head, a terrified moan forced itself from your throat before you could stop it, tears stinging painfully at the corners of your eyes as your chest rose and fell rapidly. “Please… please tell me what’s going on!”

Izana sauntering over to you and Mikey on the bed, the slender man crawling onto the mattress and causing it to dip beneath his weight, delicately shuffling your squirming figure. The tan man reaching down to pull you into a kiss with a warm, soft palm cupping your cheek and pulling your face up and towards him. You gasped in surprise, allowing him easy access to your mouth, oblivious to Mikey's gaze as Izana received your 'first' kiss. Though, the black-haired man didn’t pout for long, as he slowly slid his hands down your front, biting his full lower lip as his fingers brushed over the warm sliver of skin the shirt - that they’d dressed you in once they got you home - didn’t hide before tugging the material up to slip his fingers under and up the smooth skin of your tummy instead. You shivered, distracted both by Izana’s tongue as it thrust into your mouth as Mikey’s hands moved up to your chest, his palms warm as he cupped your breasts in them. You whimpered and swallowed instinctively, unaware of the fun little aphrodisiac you’d just swallowed as Izana continued to kiss you, leaving you breathless and light-headed, “Hmmm, there we go, don’t worry sweetheart, that’s just a little thing to calm you down so we’ll all be able to have some fun together,” As he broke the kiss, Izana purred, his soft lips kissing their way down your neck and shoulders, where he proceeded to nip and suck deep bruises into your fragile skin. “We love you so much, Y/N, we just couldn’t stand back and let someone else steal you away from us.”

Your voice just came out as a whine as one of Mikey's hands moved down to cup between your knees, trying to push away the dizziness that has overtaken your feeble head since Izana kissed you. As a deep, urgent throb shook through your core, your thighs reflexively clinched and rubbed together, embarrassed by the sudden flow of passion that accompanied the action, especially when Mikey put constant pressure to your delicate mound, “That’s it, just relax and let us take care of you - hmmm, you smell so good, baby, so warm in my hands,” Mikey muttered sweetly into the back of your neck, his fingers sliding to squeeze and stroke your right breast, distracting you while Izana unbuckled his pants front and pulled his cock out. You whimpered as saliva pooled in your mouth, dizziness and dread racking your mind, and you were perplexed by the emotions that ran through your body even as Izana backed away, one of his hands sliding into your hair and humming leisurely as your head was dragged onto his lap, “Why don’t you be a good girl for us and open that pretty mouth, huh? We wanna make sure that every little inch of you belongs to us - don’t you want to be good and take Izana inside you?” You didn't know why, but you melted under Mikey's words, your lips slipping open mindlessly, tongue drooling between your lips. Izana smirked and took advantage of your mindless actions, satisfied that you seemed to be giving in to them as he slid the head of his cock into your mouth, shuddering with arousal when your warm spit coated the heated skin.

You mewled softly as the taste of Izana's cock entered your lips, arching your back as you sought to draw away from him, the arousal bubble that had clouded your judgment bursting as you realized why you were in this position. You wiggled in Mikey's grip, but the way his arms were wrapped around you made it impossible for you to move away from the two men – in fact, it appeared to push you to roll your hips back into Mikey's grip. You trembled as the thick length of his cock rubbed against your ass' cheeks, the sensation temporarily diverting you from the taste of Izana's dick in your mouth, but you were quickly reminded of it when you tasted his salty precum. Izana's hands gently held your head and encouraged you to bob up and down the length that fits in your mouth, and you let out a small moan that made both guys giggle and coo at you, “Hmmm, you look so pretty like this, with my cock in your mouth, sweetheart,” Izana cooed, his lilac gaze wandering your flushed face, watching hungrily as Mikey ripped your shirt from you before focusing on removing your pants, leaving you exposed to the two men as they continued to touch and toy with your body. When he pressed in a little too far, you gagged and he would allow you to pull back until only the tip remained in your mouth. Teary eyes looked up at him through your lashes, spit pooling in your mouth and slowly beginning to drip from the corners to make a mess of your lower face and chin.

“Hmmm, I bet her mouth feels great, doesn’t it, Izana?” Mikey rumbled in your ear, tugging down your panties and slipping two fingers between your surprisingly soaked folds, his lips twisting into a wide grin, “Oh? You’re already so wet for us, baby, I can feel you dripping all over my fingers. Such a good girl for us, you love what we’re doing to you, don’t you?” Mikey cooed, fluttering kisses all over your neck and shoulders, disregarding your brief objections as he spread your labia with his fingers and teased your clit with short, sharp circles. Your body's reactions caused the two men to cry your name in heated tandem as you spilled moisture at the movement, a low moan muffled by Izana's cock as he gently drove in your mouth, your body's reactions leading the two men to groan your name in heated tandem.

Mikey suddenly pressed the thick fingers he'd been caressing your clit with within your pussy, immediately adding a second when he felt how wet your inner walls were, “Hahh, fuck, you’re so wet, look at how easily you took my fingers, darling. Does sucking Izana off get you this hot and bothered? Hmm, if we knew this was how you’d react to being taken by us, we would’ve done this a long, long time ago,” Mikey chuckled breathlessly as he pressed more into your mouth, your tears spilling in your eyes slowly slipping down your cheeks to mix with the mess you were forming around Izana's cock, the pale blonde man laughed breathlessly as he pressed deeper into your mouth. Mikey hummed and proceeded to mutter dirty praise into your ears, spreading your legs with the hand not now working your cunt open so he could push and scissor his fingers inside your pussy more easily, anxious to feel your tight, dripping walls wrapped around his dick

You wanted to speed up what they were doing since you didn't know what else to do while caught between two guys you'd always considered your closest friends, while they used you to their hearts' content. You accomplished this by bobbing your head and sucking Izana properly, hoping to get them off and away from them while they rested, however your actions only appeared to encourage them to keep trying to show you how much they 'loved' you. “So perfect, you’re so perfect, I-we love you so much (Y/N),” Izana sighed, his head tipping back in bliss as Mikey stretched your inner walls by pressing a third finger into your dripping cunt, “You’re taking me so well, doing so good and letting Mikey work you open for the both of us. Hmm, we’re going to make you so full, going to claim your pretty body all for ourselves,” You shuddered with a mix of disgust and lust, embarrassed by your acts yet yearning for more of the praise and pleasure you were getting from Mikey and Izana.

Mikey's fingers tenderly scissored within you, his touch remarkably mild for a man with his throbbing cock nestled between your ass cheeks. You whimpered. You must have been so distracted by Izana thrusting into your mouth and trying to keep down your gag reflex that you hadn’t even noticed Mikey taking off his pants; the only reason you realised his dick was naked and rubbing against you was due to the pre-cum that left sticky trails over your skin, marking you primally as he continued to finger you. When you felt the coil in the pit of your belly tightening as your cunt dripped on Mikey's fingers, you knew you weren't going to endure much longer until your orgasm washed over you - especially when you started rocking your hips in time with his finger movements.

“Awww, just look at how eager you are, baby cake. You want us inside you so bad, don’t you?” Mikey crooned against the shell of your ear, delighted by your choked, muffled little whine and the absentminded way you nodded in response to his question, “Shh, don’t you worry, Y/N, you’re almost ready to take us - you’re such a good girl, so sweet and perfect, love you so, so much,” He panted against your neck, thrusting his hand several more times before pulling his fingers, groaning hotly when he saw how soaked your juices had left them, “Fuck, just look at how wet and messy she’s gotten, Izana,” Mikey practically growled as he extended his hand to his stepbrother, who halted in his thrusts to suck Mikey's fingers into his mouth.

In response to the motion, the younger guy made a quiet surprise sound, his sharp onyx stare darkening even more as he saw Izana clean his fingers of your secretions. You pulled off Izana's dick with a wet sound, coughing slightly as some of his pre-cum stuck to the back of your mouth. You were gasping for air, hoping to make one last run for freedom while Mikey and Izana were distracted - only for the two to change your position, forcing you to straddle Mikey's hips so Izana could fit between your legs. Two cocks stroked slickly across your labia, teasing your entrance and leaving sticky pre-cum marks on your skin, “Aren’t you just so lovely, Y/N? Just look at how easily our cocks slip over your pussy.. you want us inside you, filling your pretty cunt with our dicks, don’t you?” Mikey chuckled breathily, relishing the little whine you made in response to his teasing.

Your eyes went wide with slight panic as you watched Izana grip both his and Mikey’s length in one of his hands, shuffling closer on his knees to press the leaking tips between your labia, “Please…” You begged, voice catching in the back of your throat as you felt the two different heads prodding your entrance threateningly, a chill rushing down your spine when Izana smiled at you, leaning in to press sweet, gentle kisses over your mouth, cheeks and chin, “P-Please, Izana, Mikey… please…!” You couldn’t gather your thoughts enough to make a complete sentence, not that you had to with how easily Izana and Mikey held you. Mikey shifted his hands to grip your waist while Izana guided you to sit between them, cooing. Izana's lips slanting over yours in a heated, desperate kiss to try to cover your moans of tortured pleasure, they gently began to thrust into you.

The sensation was powerful, unlike anything you'd ever felt before, and you could feel your inner muscles contract firmly in an attempt to keep the two men out. Izana broke the kiss to mutter lovely praise against your lips, while Mikey purred his affection for you against your back, the black-haired man having moved to sit erect instead. It took several long, drawn out minutes before their cocks were buried inside your cunt to the hilt, the feeling of being filled and pinned between them causing small noises of discomfort to leave your swollen lips as you panted through the pressure. Your head throbbed and spun dizzily, your hands being held in one of Mikey’s behind your back when you tried to push against Izana’s chest a few moments earlier, leaving you unable to stop what was happening or attempt to defend yourself.

You were weak, pathetic, and so full with the two men who claimed to love you. You swore you were going to be ripped apart by them.

“Shhh, shhh, baby, just relax and let us take care of you,” Mikey murmured sweetly behind you, his and Izana’s hands holding onto your waist and hips as the two men used their combined strength to lift you until they were halfway out of you before pulling you back down roughly. You made a loud, almost ugly noise at the sensation, writhing and whining sweetly between them while they slowly began to fuck you, bouncing you on their laps as they cooed and praised you sweetly for taking them so well. You hated that it didn’t take long before whatever discomfort you felt melted away into pleasure, your whining turning into hiccupping moans of pleasure, babbling pleas falling from your lax lips like a waterfall as Izana and Mikey rutted into you with increasingly rougher thrusts.

Your hips bucking into the hard push and pull of their cocks inside you, you groaned and whined their names. Mikey would withdraw out with every thrust inwards of Izana’s dick, neither man leaving you empty as they rutted inside your aching heat.

The men's words became a confused mess of beautiful praise and devotion as you relaxed and began to buck in time with them, their voices seemingly blending together into a soup of sounds that made you shiver between them. Their skin was scorching, and their bodies were effortlessly pinning you down, their hips jolting into yours in unison as their cocks relentlessly touched and poked your g-spot. It was all too much, too intense for you to do anything but cling on and attempt to make it through the trip of your life. Your eyes hazy and half-lidded as you drooled between them, “So good, such a sweet girl, love you so much, taking us so well, perfect, so fucking perfect and ours,” Mikey rambled heatedly against the skin of your back, his forehead pressed intimately against your nape as he pounded into you from behind.

Izana chuckled breathily, his body sensitive from the previous pleasure he’d experienced at your mouth, though he held on as the wet sounds of your love-making filled the otherwise still air of the room, “You’re such a sap, Mikey - but he’s right, Y/N, you’re perfect for us, we had to make you ours, had to show you how much we love you,” The older brother groaned, grinding and rutting into you with equal fervour as Mikey, their bouncing motions causing pleasure to spike through you - especially as his pelvis kept rubbing your poor, overstimulated clit with his harsh thrusts.

Your bodies were a mess of sweat and tangled limbs, bruising marks blooming over your soft skin to show just who had taken you like this, their mouths feeling searingly hot against your skin. You whined and bucked, forgetting your attempts to get away from them as their thrusts made your pleasure build and build and build in the pit of your belly - until eventually, your muscles clenched and locked up as your orgasm washed through your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Mikey and Izana slammed into you for the last time.

Light and ecstasy surged through your body, hurling you over the edge and making you stiffen up in a vice-like grip around the two dicks buried to the hilt inside you. Mikey and Izana were paralyzed by the tightness around their cocks, unable to do much more than follow the hot, tight clasp of your cunt as you convulsed around them. They each choked out your name, their bodies trembling against yours as the milking, desperate grabbing of your saturated insides drew them over the cliff with you. You mewled hazily when you felt the heat in your belly from their release, two loads of thick, sticky cum filling your belly.

Izana and Mikey patted your sides, kissing whatever part of your face, neck and shoulders they could reach, their murmurs of affection barely comprehensible to you as the intensity of it all became too much and you lost yourself to the dark stillness of sleep.

i would let this man bang me so hard with no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen door to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I grasp for air, scream and huff, upside down on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on the chair, being carried, against a wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in a car, on the motorcycle, in the bed of a trunk, in a trampoline, in a bounce house, inside a pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, toe clenching, back arching, legs shaking, fist clenching, muffled sounds, ear ringing, mouth drooling, nose drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, can't take it anymore, legs divorcing and breaking in half, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, fireworks, sheet gripping, knuckle cracking, jaw dropping, soul snatching, over stimulating, ovulating, vile, sloppy, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, Beasley, devilishly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, black hole cresting, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, body numbing, can't walk, head nodding, volcano erupting, sweat rolling. Voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, skin peeling, pussy popping, back cuts, heavenly, devils tango, and still worth it.

Had this idea today and I couldn't help myself. Feel free to replace it with your own The Fic™ that's an instant ticket to hell.

— spoiled

After Sae has endured a long day of press interviews, he’s pent up, tired and just wants to go home. But you dressed up all pretty for him today, and you’re desperate for his attention.

Only @saexy could get me to write for Itoshi Sae. Header art is by them and they graciously allowed me to use it in this depravity, please check it out and give them a follow💕

Pairing: Itoshi Sae x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, established relationship, semi-public sex, piss (Sae pisses inside you), creampie, dirty talk, slight degradation (slut).

Word Count: 2.2k.

Sae would call you spoiled, no matter how much you tried to disagree with him. Rolling your eyes at him whenever he’d comment on it, as though you’d just asked him to buy you a new pair of shoes or the cute plushie you’d seen at the store last weekend (there was no point asking when he’d already bought it for you anyway, he thinks) — but Sae thinks you’re spoiled in far more than just wealth. 

You’re spoiled enough that you get to see every single part of him. Even the sides he tries so hard to conceal and keep from everyone, especially his family. Breaking down the walls to the fortress he built around his heart that he swore was impenetrable until he met you. 

And perhaps that’s why he indulges you so much. Allowing you to climb onto his lap after a long, arduous day of press interviews and meetings as you settle on either side of his muscular thighs. Pressing cherry-stained kisses against the corner of his lips as he tries to ignore the incessant throb in his pelvis in favour of you. 

“You can’t wait until we get home?” He raises a brow, placing his phone face down on the arm of the sofa as he gives you his attention. 

He’d just text his driver to bring the car around, hoping to get home as quickly as possible to take this suit off, relieve the aching throb in his bladder from back-to-back interviews and climb into the shower. And perhaps if he’s lucky round off his evening with your pretty lips around his cock—

“You’ve ignored me all day today.” You accuse, as though it’s his fault he’s neglected you for work, “There was barely even any reason for me to come.”

“Don’t start.” He growls, his Adam’s apple bobs as he feels your lips curl into a sultry grin against his cheek. His rough palms grip your hips as you deliberately grind yourself down on his soft cock as a raspy groan rumbles a the back of his throat, “I told you that you could stay at home, didn’t I?” 

“It’s like sometimes you don’t even want me.” You pout, and Sae has to resist the urge to roll his eyes because it couldn’t be further from the truth. Another one of your elaborate fibs that you like to throw at him whenever you want some attention because you’re the only one he will ever want. 

“Don't give me that shit,” He scoffs, giving your ass a playful spank that causes you to grind yourself down against him, “How could I ever want anyone else?”

Sae feels his cock buck to life beneath you. The warmth radiating through your panties engulfs him as his head lolls back against the couch, the constant throb from his bladder now replaced with desire as he feels his pelvis pulse when your lips meet his in a sultry kiss. 

It’s mind-numbing the way your mouth seems to slot against his so perfectly, tilting your head to the side as you move together languidly. Your tongue strokes against the seam of his lips as they part for entrance and you delve deeper, brushing against his canines before he marches your movements. Stroking his tongue against every single crevice as though he’s trying to consume you whole, pouring every ounce of emotion into the kiss as he purposefully presses you down on his prominent bulge.

There isn’t time for this, not when the car is on its way. Wondering whether he’d be able to satiate you enough with his fingers before you both had to go downstairs. Or at the very least alleviate the tension enough to satiate you until you were settled in the back of the car, the blacked out windows offering enough privacy to offer you a moments reprieve.

It’s as though you choose for him, pressing yourself against his clothed cock with more urgency as you hold yourself against him. Peppering sticky kisses against the column of his throat as your teeth drag against his milky skin, grazing his pulse point as he feels the restraint he holds inside him slowly begin to crumble. 

“You’re terrible, baby.” He groans, his warm palms splayed against your bare thighs as they slip beneath the hem of your dress. Pushing the fabric up to bunch around your waist as his thumbs dip into the apex of your thighs, dangerously close to your soft folds as he teases the hem of your panties. 

“I’m terrible? When you’re the one that’s neglected me all day,” You pout, before breaking off into a moan as Sae’s thumbs stroke against your outer labia. 

You gasp at the sensation, your lips parted in bliss as Sae takes the opportunity to stroke his tongue against your lips, tasting the saccharine hint of cherry from your gloss as he watches through half-lidded eyes as you continue to grind yourself against him. 

But it isn’t enough. Unsatisfied as he pulls your panties to the side, groaning deep in his chest when he drags two knuckles through your slit to feel how drenched you are already. Your slick webs against his fingers as he pushes sharp precise circles against your clit, enough to have you writhing above him as your hands reach down to fiddle with the expensive silver buckle of his belt. 

It doesn’t take much to have his heavy cock sheathed inside your drenched hole, heaving a contented sigh as he bottoms out inside you. The warmth surrounding him is just enough to have Sae feeling comfortable as the tension in his bladder begins to ease and is replaced by fierce electricity that shoots through his veins as you begin to bounce yourself on his length. Slender fingers smooth along your sides, palming your bouncing breasts through the pretty sundress you’re wearing before pulling the straps down to settle around your elbows. Exposing your tits to his gaze as he hums in satisfaction, pressing lingering kisses against the naked skin as his tongue slips out to flick against your taut nipples. 

You move as though you’re using him for your pleasure, and you are — not that Sae minds. The corner of his lip curls into the slightest hint of a smile as he watches you try to get yourself off, rolling your hips so his cock drags against that velvety spot inside you that’ll have you seeing stars as your lips part in a near constant whine. 

“You’re always so fucking noisy,” Sae tuts, and yet does not attempt to silence you as he spreads his thighs further apart, “Do you want someone to hear?”

“Am not.” You scrunch your nose in irritation, biting down on your kiss-bruised bottom lip in a feeble attempt to silence yourself, but it was barely worth the effort.

“Listen to yourself.” He sneers, rough fingers dip into the plush of your ass as he holds you tight. Spreading your cheeks as he palms them beneath his hands before he starts a rough pace, selfishly using you for his own pleasure as he moves you how he pleases, “Couldn’t even wait five minutes before you were jumping on my cock.” 

“Sae, please.” You whined breathlessly, your head falling forward as he fucks himself into you. 

“That desperate for me to treat you like a slut, is that it?” He grunts, “My pretty slut.”

His cockhead bumps your cervix with each forward thrust, his veiny cock catching against the ridges of your inner walls as you find yourself soaring towards your orgasm. The telltale throb begins to ebb in your pelvis as your clit cries out for attention, sliding your hand down between your connected bodies as you begin to press sloppy circles against the sensitive nub as Sae’s eyes follow your movements to watch—

“That’s it, baby.” He grunts, “You get yours.”

It’s all too much as you feel yourself nearing your release, pearly tears begin to bead in your lashes blurring your vision as you desperately try to blink them away. Your moans came out as debased pants as he kept his rough pace as the coil inside you snapped abruptly, forcing you into your climax as you cried out his name in pleasure.

“Oh, fuck,” He groans as he feels your tight cunt clench around him as you greedily vie to milk him of his release, burying your face in the apex of his neck as you breathe in the scent of his aftershave. Teeth grazing his clavicle as he gives a few more sloppy thrusts before he feels his own orgasm surge through him like a tsunami, crashing into him in harsh waves as his thighs begin to shudder. 

“Fuck, shit.” He snarls under his breath as you feel white ropes of heady cum begin to coat your inner walls, his grip on your hips almost bruising as he forces you to take all he’s got to give as he empties his balls inside you, “Take it—”

Your chest is heaving, and you think he’s finished filling you with all his potent spunk until you feel it— an unfamiliar warmth begins to spread inside you as your palms immediately shift to press against his chest, trying to pull yourself off his still painfully hard cock to no avail. The fierce grip he maintains on your hips keeps you flush against his pelvis as he fills you to the brim with a warm stream of piss that creates a flood inside you, his pubes tickle your clit as you let out an airy whine at the feeling. His cock works as a dam to keep you full as his hips continue to rock into you sloppily, the back of his skull pressed against the couch as he exhales through clenched teeth. 

“Wait, Sae—” You try to call out to stop him, to escape the sensation but it’s futile. 

He’s completely lost to the euphoria as his face contorts in bliss, revealing the whites of his eyes as the persistent ache in his bladder dissipates and is replaced by smouldering pleasure. Embarrassment begins to swirl inside your tummy at the debauched sight of him, your stretched walls continue to throb around his cock as some of his piss escapes around the base of his cock and soaks his pelvis and slacks. The lewd squelch is shameful as he gives a few more messy ruts, filling the room with the crude noise as you feel the heat burn against your cheeks and the wetness presses against your inner thighs. 

It’s disgusting, depraved, you should be mortified— and yet your clit throbs with desire at the immoral sight. Your hips shift as you reach down to tug the hem of your dress up to take in the sight of him, his piss soaked into his grey Calvin’s as the fabric sticks to his skin. Positive it’s slathered all the way down to the leather couch beneath you as your cunt continues to pulse around him with want, already feeling the familiar heat beginning to build again in your pelvis as you roll your hips into him for some slight relief. 

“Don’t you dare.” He grunts, tightening his grip on your hips to stop you from moving after he was the one to force a mixture of piss and cum into your innocent hole. 

“Sae, I can’t believe you pissed in me.” You whined, feeling the moisture begin to soak into your panties as more of it leaked out of you. Cooling against the fabric as you shift your hips above him, both your eyes on where your bodies are connected as you watch more begin to escape your ruined hole. 

“It’s your fault.” He grumbles, as though you were the one to press down on his bladder. 

“You didn’t tell me you needed to pee!” You pout childishly, jutting out your bottom lip.

“I didn’t get a chance before you jumped me,” He rolled his eyes, his tongue jutting out to wet his lips as his chest continued to heave in his post-orgasmic haze.

“You make it sound like you didn’t want it.” You murmur, squealing when his softening cock begins to slip out of your stretched hole and you feel the final dregs of his piss dribble out of you. 

Sae ignores you, instead his eyes are focused on the mess between your thighs as he drags two fingers through it. Feeling the warmth of his piss and cum mixed with your slick as he watches your body respond intently, throwing your head back with a sharp gasp. 

“You make it sound like you didn’t want this.” He counters, mimicking your tone as he spreads your folds between his index and middle finger to tap your clit. 

“I have to walk home like this,” You gasp at the contact, “That’s so embarrassing.” 

No, he thinks, what was embarrassing is just how easily you had him submitting to you. 

“You act as though I'm going to parade you through the streets like this," He deadpans with half-lidded eyes, feeling the damp back of your dress where it sits against his thighs, "You're only going to go downstairs and get into my car.”

“That still means someone could see,” You whine, your nose scrunched adorably as he had to resist the urge to kiss you.

“Yeah yeah, and who's problem is that?”

His, he thinks as he groans internally. Praying to whatever God was up there looking down on him that there wouldn’t be any paparazzi outside that would catch him in piss-soaked slacks on the walk to his chauffeur. 

And if there was Sae was certain it would be all over social media by morning, and Shidou would never let him hear the end of it.

Feminism done right.

thinking bout monster under the bed shigi

hes so creepy - crawls into bed with you when the clock strikes three and you're deep in slumber, probably having another nightmare with how distressed you look, not like that expression would change once you see him. those times are rare tho

the usual routine would be poking your arm 'till it fell off the bed and he can hold your hand.

creepy touch deprived freak who holds your hand in your sleep, rubs his face on the soft skin of yours. his hands are so much uglier compare to yours - skin the exact opposite, rough and huge and has weird dents and bumps, only its shape is human.

when you're not home he'd do his routine of cuddling your pillow, sniffing your clothes (so ew) and sometimes arranging whatever mess of makeup you left before heading out. you never notice - weirdly enough, how the mess is out of the way and your dirty clothes stinking up a notch.

he doesnt know how he came to be under your bed, but he has observed you long enough to enjoy your company.

TWELVE DAYS OF HAITANIMAS!

A collection of drabbles featuring Ran and Rindou Haitani with a fem!sub!reader to be posted daily from Dec. 14th to Dec. 25th.

MINORS, AGELESS, & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

On the first day of Haitanimas, Ran gave to me…

🎁 DAY ONE. BONDAGE

On the second day of Haitanimas, Rindou gave to me…

🎁 DAY TWO. HUMILIATION

On the third day of Haitanimas, Ran gave to me…

🎁 DAY THREE. ROLEPLAY

On the fourth day of Haitanimas, Rindou gave to me…

🎁 DAY FOUR. EXHIBITIONISM

On the fifth day of Haitanimas, Ran gave to me…

🎁 DAY FIVE. BATONPLAY

On the sixth day of Haitanimas, Rindou gave to me…

🎁 DAY SIX. CONSENSUAL NONCONSENT

On the seventh day of Haitanimas, Ran gave to me…

🎁 DAY SEVEN. LACTATION

On the eighth day of Haitanimas, Rindou gave to me…

🎁 DAY EIGHT. FACE FUCKING

On the ninth day of Haitanimas, Ran gave to me…

🎁 DAY NINE. FACE SITTING

On the tenth day of Haitanimas, Rindou gave to me…

🎁 DAY TEN. FISTING

On the eleventh day of Haitanimas, Ran gave to me…

🎁 DAY ELEVEN. OMORASHI

On the twelfth day of Haitanimas, Ran and Rindou gave to me…

🎁 DAY TWELVE. DOUBLE PENETRATION

© 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐏𝐈 - do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or share my work on other platforms.

jul bc i’m thinking of miya twins x reader sandwich again but maybe wif a bit of tweencest 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 like u begging them to kiss for u and it’s reluctant but they end up liking it 🥺 and then they have their way with u huhu

hnng HNGGG hnGG 🤪🤪🤪

☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — miyacest, twincest, incest (HNNNGGGG), double penetration, anal, overall nasty shit 🤧

“y-ya want us to what?”

“we’re already both balls deep inside of you and—fuck—that’s what you’re thinkin’ about?”

both twins immediately still inside of you, their breathing heavy and chests heaving from exertion. you could feel their sweat trickling down your body on both sides, making you shiver in delight at how they’re still hard and throbbing inside of you.

why? cause most cocks would instantly soften at the thought of kissing their own twin, their own blood and flesh. but these two? they’re still as hard as ever, thick and twitching.

you always knew these two were wild, but just how far would they indulge your deep and dark fantasy? you hoped they would.

“pretty please?” you pout at them, turning your head to the side until you can see both of their handsome and identical faces scrunched up in an incredulous expression.

“if you do it, i’ll let both of you fuck me in the same hole,” you proposition them, making a show of clenching and unclenching your stuffed pussy around their dicks with a loud moan, causing them to gasp and curse—atsumu groaning as he bumps his forehead on your shoulder and osamu leaning on the headboard with his eyes closed.

“yup...i’ve seen both of your search histories, and they never lie.”

you didn’t know it was possible, but their bodies stiffened even more. it’s true that the brothers share fantasies of fucking you in the same hole—mouth, pussy, ass, wherever you can take both of them. they just didn’t expect that it would be at the cost of them kissing.

atsumu and osamu stare at each other for what feels like millions of years before they sigh heavily, their intense gazes never wavering as both of them loosen their resolve.

“fuck it.”

when you blink, you catch their plump lips meeting in a messy kiss, their tongues clashing and strings of saliva mixing with each other’s. you’re squished between them even more, all the muscled ridges and planes of their bodies shaping your softer and more rounded one.

they both groan into each other’s mouths, eyes closed as they nip and lick at their lips. your eyes are wide and shocked, watching the two brothers make out with each other like how they do with you, like it’s not their first time doing this.

they suddenly remember that you’re there, pussy quivering and fluttering around their twitching cocks. there’s a pit in your stomach that’s stirring and clenching, so fucking turned on at watching atsumu and osamu make out with a passion that rivals yours.

their hips start moving again, loud squelches filling the stuffy room, along with the wet clicks of their mouths meeting. the twins keep moving their heads, finding the angle that best suits them as they both fuck into you at the same time.

your cries are broken and loud, whimpers spurring them on as they both spear you on their cocks at a pace that’s harder and faster than before.

the relief that fills your body at your request being granted is not as big as the relief that floods the twins’ chests. their sighs against each other’s lips are both pleasured and relieved, small smiles gracing the corners of their mouth as their foreheads press together, the other twin swallowing the other’s groans and curses.

if you only knew how long both atsumu and osamu wanted to show you their brotherly love in a much more passionate and carnal way...because after all, it’s always been the two of them against the world, against each other’s bodies, until you came along to fill the missing piece of their love.

Title: Cherry Red.

Pairing: Yandere!Gojo x Reader x Yandere!Geto (JJK).

Written in conjunction with this ask from @eevwrites.

Word Count: 1.9k.

TW: Non/Con, Fem!Reader, Nonconsensual Drug Use, Implied Stalking, Kidnapping, Obsessive Behavior, Overstimulation, Biting/Marking, and Slight Dehumanization.

Really, your only mistake had been choosing the wrong savoir after Satoru had slipped something into your drink.

Satoru was obviously, visibly, undeniably a creep. That much was obvious from the second he approached you, neon pink cocktail in-hand and that degenerate grin plastered across his lips. He was sketchy, but he was also rich, and fun, and willing to dance with you hours after the rest of your friends had called it a night. Suguru wasn’t a creep – or, he didn’t look like one, at least. When your vision started to darken, when it became harder than it should’ve been to put one foot in front of the other, it was his chest you stumbled into, using what was left of your consciousness to beg an imposing, aloof stranger to get the bartender’s attention and help you. It was what anyone else would’ve done. It was what you would’ve done, if the roles had been reversed.

It wasn’t until you felt his arm wrap around your waist, until you heard him call so lovingly to Satoru, that you realized how badly you’d fucked up.

Still, stumbling halfway across the club and throwing yourself at a total stranger must've attracted some attention. As Suguru gathered you in his arms, the bartender rounded towards you, eyeing your limp form and Suguru's slight smile warily. “Someone had little too much to drink,” he explained, nonchalantly. “It’s fine. Her boyfriend and I are going to take her home and make sure she gets tuck her in.”

‘Your boyfriend’ being Satoru, apparently, judging by the way he clung to Suguru’s side as you were carried out of the club entirely and piled into the backseat of an inconspicuous black car. Suguru drove and Satoru hovered over you – gnawing hickeys and bruises into your throat until you were too far gone to care.

Whatever they’d dosed you with, it was strong. You were strung out for most of the ride, only vaguely aware of passing scenery, Satoru’s keening whines, and Suguru’s gentle reminders to ‘wait, ‘toru’. By the time you felt your body being lifted, you were beyond the point of deliberate movement – your mind hyperactive, eager to latch onto every little sensation and spiraling thought, but unable to do much more than remind you to breath as you were hauled through a shrine courtyard and into a small, dimly lit backroom; the priest’s personal barracks, if you had to guess. Satoru babbled while Suguru lowered you onto a large, plush bed, and despite your best efforts, you caught most of it. “—and that’s when I knew it had to be you.” Suguru spared you an apologetic smile, his nimble hands moving over your body as he carefully removed your dress, then your shoes, then your panties, stripping you bare with all the care and all the tenderness of an avid collector undressing his favorite doll. “I mean, it took a few months, but I wanted it to be romantic, y’know? Suguru doesn’t get it. He thought I’d be happy with just anyone.”

“It took me a while to come around the idea. I might’ve gotten a little jealous.” You could only wish he would’ve stayed that away. “Come here, I need to show you what you’re doing.”

Suguru dragged you into his lap, keeping your upper body propped against his chest while spreading your legs apart in front of him. Satoru took his position eagerly between then, his eyes fixed on your cunt. “This,” he started, using two thick fingers to spread the folds of your labia apart, “is what you’re gonna fall in love with. Make sure you’re always paying attention to her clit – aw, look, it’s already poking out.”

It was humiliatingly clinical – how he touched you while explaining your anatomy in-detail, using the pad of his thumb to show Satoru how to play with your clit, dipping two fingers into your entrance while extrapolating on the importance of proper preparation, gathering your arousal up to make sure Satoru knew what it would look like when he was doing a good job. “Remember to be gentle. She’s going to be a lot more delicate than me,” he said, while curling two fingers inside of you, filling the bedroom with a rhythmic, humiliatingly wet sound. Your couldn't seem to open your mouth, and yet, little whimpers of discomfort and mewls of pleasure escaped your parted lips without resistance, each new noise drawing Satoru that much closer. “You’ll just be using your mouth, for now. We can talk about hands once you’ve shown some restraint.”

And yet, Satoru’s hands still found their way to your thighs, kneading mindlessly while Suguru split you open on his fingers. You tried to shake your head, to squirm against him, to tell him to stop, but the closest you got to anything coherent was a pitchy, keening sound not totally dissimilar to the whines Satoru would let out every now and then as he ground half-consciously into the mattress. You tried not to feel anything, either, but Suguru’s hands were so big, and his chest was so warm against your back, and with Satoru all-but drooling over your pussy, it would’ve been impossible not to come undone the second his palm ground against your clit and he spread his fingers apart inside of you, nursing you through your orgasm while making sure you were on fully-display. “See how she’s clenching down? That means she’s trying to milk your cock – you’ll get what I mean, once your inside of her.”

If only for a moment, your panic overshadowed your paralysis. Thrashing to either side, you did your best to fight against Suguru’s ironclad hold and finally spit something out, even if your voice was still barely stronger than a whimper. “N-No, don’t, you can’t—”

It was Satoru who cut you off, this time, albeit without breaking his nonverbal streak. His mouth crashed into yours with enough force to bruise, teeth clashing against yours as he shoved his tongue down your throat in less of a kiss and more of a prolonged attempt to choke you to death. It hurt, and you tasted blood, and if you hadn’t known better, than you would’ve thought this was his first—

Oh, god.

As if this couldn’t have gotten any worse.

He didn’t stay focused on your mouth for long. His attention drifted downward – first to your throat, then your collarbone, then your chest, latching onto one of your nipples and sucking harshly. You hadn’t realized how sensitive you were, not until his teeth dug into the plush of your breast and you let out a fractured sob, tears blurring your vision. Suguru’s response was instantaneous. In a fraction of a second, his slick-stained fingers were tangled in Satoru’s hair, prying him off of you entirely. “Gentle,” he repeated, his tone strict, authoritative. “Before I decide you need to be muzzled.”

For what it was worth, Satoru seemed apologetic. After Suguru loosened his hold, he nuzzled into your chest, lapping over his past love bites with the flat of his tongue. “’m sorry, just got excited.” And then, smiling up at you, “You didn’t mind, right? I mean, she definitely doesn’t.”

You had no idea what he was talking about, not until his head dropped to your cunt and he buried his face between your thighs, his attention suddenly solely dedicated to your pussy.

There was no attempt made to use his hands. Despite Suguru’s instructions, he ate you out like a starving animal – his tongue fucking into your cunt as the bridge of his nose ground mindlessly against your clit. Suguru kept his hand in Satoru’s hair, petting gingerly over his scalp as he watched Satoru drool and lap at your cunt. “Use your entire tongue, and don't inhale. She’s not going to be impressed if you manage to drown yourself in pussy.” Suguru tugged lightly, and Satoru let out an unabashed moan, the reverberations going straight to your core. “Don't get distracted, either. Don’t you want to know what she tastes like cumming on your tongue?”

Another moan, another rough buck of Satoru’s hips into the now disheveled sheets. He was terrible, and messy, and loud, and it was humiliating how quickly you lost control of yourself – going stiff against Suguru as Satoru all-but tore your second climax out of you. Suguru grinned against your throat, almost purring with satisfaction. “Good boy. So dedicated, so sweet.” He let go of Satoru’s hair – cupping your face, instead. It was only as his thumb traced over your cheek that you realized you were crying in-earnest, now. “She’s tearing up, ‘toru. That means she wants you to keep going.”

A mix of your arousal and his saliva stained the inside of your thighs, dampening the sheets underneath you, but he didn’t pull away – too caught up in your taste or Suguru’s praise to stop. It might’ve been the overstimulation, or the drugs, or some impossible, nebulous factor you couldn’t so much as begin to guess as, but time seemed to blur together, reality buckling under its own weight as Satoru wrung another orgasm out of you, then another, then another, as Suguru continued to shower him with praise and affection and promises that you liked him, that you wanted this, that you were only crying and thrashing and trying to snap your thighs shut because you felt so good. At some point, you lost the will to keep your eyes open, and minutes later, the harsher edges of your consciousness began to soften. For once, you couldn't be mad at your own body's instinctual submission.

You knew you were going to black out, but you weren't scared. By the time your vision flickered out and everything went black, the only thing you could think to be was grateful that you’d be fortunate enough to miss the main event.

~

You woke up what felt like days later, still lying on the bed you’d blacked out in. Their paralytics had worn off, but trying to make a run for it was out of the question. Every part of your body ached – from your hickey-painted chest to your aching hips to your poor, abused pussy – and even if you’d been able to move, it wouldn’t have done you much good. Familiar bodies caged you in on either side, Suguru’s chest still pressing into your back while Satoru clung to your chest, his arms wrapped around your midriff and his nails embedded in your sides. As if you hadn't already been thoroughly marked.

Suguru stirred first, predictably. It wasn’t hard to tell who was in charge between the two of them. “Our little sleeping beauty,” he muttered into your hair, kissing the top of your head as he sat up and shook Satoru away. “We were starting to get worried – must’ve pushed you too hard last night. You almost missed the most important part.”

Something caught in your throat. “…almost?”

“Yes, princess, almost.” With a groan, Satoru sat up, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. Immediately, his gaze fell to you, and just as quickly, he was on top of you – pinning you to the mattress, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “You should be thankful that Satoru had the patience to wait. I wouldn’t have been so nice.”

You felt Satoru’s hands paw at your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist as he aligned his stiff, leaking cock with your entrance. He moved enthusiastically, but mechanically, like a trained dog. Like he was following instructions. Weakly, you tried to push at his chest, to get him away from you, but you gave up quickly.

You’d been wrong to be grateful. It would’ve been better to get this over with last night.

At least, then, you might’ve been out of it enough to miss the twisted, blissful, lovesick grin painted across Satoru’s lips as he buried himself inside of you.

Nagi | Blue Lock additional time #28 "You remind me of..."