NSFW ASK GAME That’s Inclusive Of My Virgins And Sluts-in-theory-but-not-in-practice!

@d1g1talg0d I beg read this please

@milkkai I'M STILL CREAMING I CANNOT

i wanna. cuddle Kazutora so bad 🥲 what do think it would be like ??

anon just so you know that cuddling = sex in my blog /j

tagging @4kh, the biggest kazu simp out there !!

cw: cockwarming, spooning sex, praise, slight exhibitionism (literally chifuyu is in the same room), creampie, cum eating. NOT PROOFREAD.

tonight was just a simple night that should've been spent by harmlessly watching movies. but the moment your boyfriend wrapped his arms around your waist, raging boner nudging your ass as you prepared popcorns to snack on, you knew that the night wouldn't be just you, him, and chifuyu bingeing on rom-coms and classics in front of the blue television light.

it was him who proposed the idea. you couldn't really determine whether it was a good one or a bad one as his face was screaming mischief while he talked but it's kazutora, and trouble is his middle name. still, you nodded your head yes—regardless of the fact that it was torment waiting to unfold.

the plan simply went like this: hide underneath a thick blanket as he spoons you, stick his cock inside you, and keep it that way until the night ends.

the moment chifuyu entered through the living room after receiving a text message that said ‘just come in’, he was met by the sight of you and kazutora cuddling, comfortably spooning under the covers.

there were two bowls of fresh popcorn, one half-eaten in your arms and one untouched on the coffee table. on the screen displayed a tv show that he doesn't know the name of—probably because it already looked shitty from a glance and would never watch at all—and a pile of DVDs that took up half of the table's surface.

“ah, so cold outside.. oh?”

chifuyu's voice gets your attention, getting you to turn your heads at the door.

“you guys haven't picked a movie yet?” he asks, taking his jacket off and placing it on a lone couch's armrest. rubbing his arms to retain heat, he settles himself on the seat adjacent to yours. chifuyu leans forward to skim through the disks for something interesting to watch.

“well, i picked the movie last time so we figured that it's your turn now.” you answer, eyes still trained at the screen.

“y'two know i'll always pick romance, right?”

“yeah, pick the cheesiest movie if you want, 's all cool.” your boyfriend snickers, only to be cut off by a playful slap.

“don't give him ideas!”

after moments of chifuyu's pondering over what film to choose (or deciding if he should really pick the cheesiest, most tooth-rotting mushy one just to prove a point), the boring show that was initially playing on the tv was replaced by the movie's opening soundtrack.

you felt so full. not by the amount of popcorn kazutora was feeding you but with his cock that has been stirring your insides for what felt like hours. every shift of his body hits a spot inside your cunt that got it drooling slick, whenever he laughs his hips uncontrollably ruts against you, and the hand continuously groping everything he could reach without chifuyu knowing was not helping at all.

the dialogues in the movie quickly blurred into gibberish. all coherent thought in your head escaped you and was replaced by a mantra of how much you need to cum.

on the other hand, kazutora felt so frustrated. who wouldn't be? when his cock was engulfed by your warm pussy for so, so long yet he couldn't move to chase a high that he's been craving to reach? your walls soothed his aching dick from its rock-hard state yet he could release the cum his balls were literally begging to be let out, he could only settle for subtle grinds which couldn't do the job on its own.

“mhm, you're so warm..”

he says as his arms tightened around you. it may seem innocent to any bystander—in this case, chifuyu who was watching the film without any idea—but kazutora's words were nowhere near chaste. warm is your pussy clenching around him, dripping wet and coating him with juices that he could get drunk in.

you almost let out a moan when he starts pressing his hips even harder, tip of his cock kissing your cervix as he curls up behind you. you could feel his breathing getting heavier, breathy sighs tickling the back of your neck, and you almost lost every ounce of your self-control when you felt his fingers swiping through your already damp folds; brushing against your pulsing clit. you jolt up in response. this freak—

“hey, you two okay?”

shit, you thought. you look up to see chifuyu's worried face that almost made you feel bad, for he doesn't have any hunch of what's happening underneath the covers—but you'd love to keep it that way. you're not sure on how you would face him once he gets suspicious of the two of you. mustering up a front, you try to cover it up with faux annoyance.

“stop fucking tickling me!” you scold as he pulls his fingers away. kazutora laughs in response, holding up his hands in surrender but if you look even closer, you'll catch a glisten between them—your pussy's juices in display. he brings it up to his lips, tasting you with a lick.

“fine, fine.. i won't tickle you anymore. just come here, let me hug you again.”

you roll your eyes. glancing at your friend's direction, you see the mop of his black hair facing the two of you as his eyes finally faced the screen. you breathe out a subtle sigh of relief, knowing that chifuyu's attention was situated on the show again. you let yourself fall back on kazutora's chest, and regretted it the moment you feel his hands exploring your body again.

he's bolder than before, groping everything he could reach and you were sure that the rustle of his movements were audible. hastily pinching your hardened nipples with his other hand sliding down your waist lower and lower until the tips of his fingers were touching your clit, he starts pressing your body down his hips that pushed his buried cock even deeper.

“you're so soft, y'know that? i could hug you all day..” kazutora whispers down your ears. he was speaking in pure innuendo, but with his dick inside you sheathed to the hilt, along with his fingers fondling your nipples, would you even think otherwise?

you hear chifuyu's laugh and you were brought back to your consciousness, back to the couch you and your boyfriend were situated in. was it because he caught you two fucking? you have no idea, all you knew was how near you were to an orgasm, all because of kazutora's cock grinding inside the walls of your cunt.

“keep hugging me tight, baby.. 'm so close.. to you.. i like it..” he murmurs, making it seem like a loving gesture. “i like being so close..”

you hold on to a single thread of decency left in you. his friend is in the same room with you, but kazutora was making it so hard to control yourself.

his fingers that were initially resting between your pussy lips and pressing against your clit got to work, stimulating the bundle of nerves that gets you spasming under his touch. it was too much for you to handle, legs shaking in response as you bit your lip to prevent moans from spilling out.

kazutora's dick has never felt so, so good. so, so warm inside your cunt that clenched around him with his every move, tip of his cock reaching your cervix that he couldn't help but grind on to. he doesn't care about anyone catching you anymore, call it desperation but his balls were begging to cum at this moment.

was chifuyu even aware of what's really happening at this point? was the heat of upcoming orgasms from the two of you getting obvious? was he breathing too heavy now that he's about to blow a load inside your cunt, or was your pussy too damn wet now that his friend could hear it? it was too much to think about, and kazutora tells himself that he'll just think about it once clarity comes.

for now, his mind is settled on your climax, along with his. the pads of his fingers vigorously massaged your clit as his other hand pinched your nipple just the way you liked, and with everything he had left, he pushed you down to reach the deepest he could go—bursting cum inside your womb.

it dripped down and possible leaked out of your hole but he couldn't care, not when your pussy was fluttering around him as you went through your own orgasm. everything around him was so warm: your cunt, his own cum, the sweat forming on his forehead, and the blanket on top of you.

everything was so warm that he didn't catch the credits rolling on the screen, and the lingering eyes watching the scene unfold.

It's the way I'm cumming again omg

So do you guys think Kazutora's earring jingles as he fucks you dumb?

Y'all I creamed so hard. This can't be. This user needs their genitals ravished istg

𝑬 𝑼 𝑷 𝑯 𝑶 𝑹 𝑰 𝑨 .

CHARACTERS : Mikey. Sanzu. Kokonoi. Ran. Rindou. Kakucho. Akashi.

GENRE : Smut. Just pure FILTH.

WC : 3.8k+

TAGS/WARNINGS : Gangbang. Squirting. Dubcon(?). Fingering. Cunnilingus. Double Penetration. Degradation. Exhibitionism. Dacryphilia. Anal. Overstimulation. Blowjob. Vaginal Penetration. Lots of cum. Messy sex. Use of petnames like princess and baby. Reader calls Mikey daddy. Pussy slapping (like twice). Male masturbation. Mindbreak. Unprotected sex. Voyeurism. They be cumming inside. Tell me if I missed something lmfao.

SYNOPSIS : Next time, don't piss your boyfriend off in a room with his executives... Or maybe do.

NOTE : I'm gonna be honest with you I don't think Mikey would share his girl but I wanted a Bonten gangbang!!!!!!! So here you have it jdksgkshs also it's messy, it's a lot of sex, a lot of me throwing words around so CLOSE UR EYES at errors <3 This is really self indulgent I was just horny bro ALSO YALL FOLLOW ME?????? ☝🏼

Mikey hates the way you're looking at him from across the table, eyes watering as you desperately try to hide the pout on your lips—all swollen from the number of times you've had to bite it down to practice self-restraint.

"Anyone want some wine, yeah?" Sanzu scratches the back of his neck, tension hanging around the room as he looks back and forth on the table where Bonten is seated with you. His leader wouldn't stop giving him death glares, burning into the sides of his head every time it lands on him, and it's making him shudder.

Your boyfriend doesn't take his eyes off you, jaw clenching in annoyance at the way you've been acting the whole day. What pisses him off the most, though, is the way you decided to take the seat beside Sanzu instead of him—exchanging flirty conversations here and there almost as if he wasn't directly across from you.

Of all people, you decided to mess with him by getting flirty with his number two. The man closest and most loyal to him.

It makes him think, maybe he shouldn't have agreed to let you come to this meeting. But then, you so eagerly begged him for it, sucking him off just minutes before he got ready to leave for the hotel Bonten always holds their meetings in. Perhaps it's also his fault for being easily swayed by your dirty tactics.

That's what got you into this situation, thighs spread wide open below the table as he prevents you from closing them with his knee holding yours down on each side. The cold wind blows air to your bare cunt—panties long gone after he dragged you to the bathroom just a few minutes ago, ripping it off before sending you back without doing anything.

Your clit was swollen. All red and puffy from the occasional brush of his knees on the throbbing nub—pulling it back the moment you start to feel too good which leaves you a teary mess. You try to get to the edge of the seat as close as possible, getting your cunt closer to him but he pays you no mind. Simply clicking his tongue like he's disappointed in the behavior you're displaying.

He's impassive. Face devoid of any emotion save for the clench of his jaw. If you didn't know any better, you would think he's not bothered by any of this—that he's bored, even, at everything happening around him. But that's the thing, his men know him all too well. They know of the thing called the calm before the storm, one he would often display when he's about to order everyone in the opposing gang to be killed, one he uses when he himself picks up the gun he's about to slit someone's throat with.

"Let's have this in the living room," Sanzu announces with his return, bottle of wine clutched in his hand as he walks over to the next room. He whispers something to Kokonoi who walked beside him, taking an exasperated tone as the man just laughs at him teasingly, glancing behind the table and meeting Mikey's eye for a split second.

Just like that, the smirk was wiped off his face, tipping his head down as he curses a shit under his breath.

You stand up abruptly, wanting to leave the torturous position you're in as soon as possible—trailing just a few steps away from Sanzu and Koko.  Unbeknownst to you, your thighs are glistening with your wetness—skirt riding up just a little as you skip your way to the living room, giving the men a glimpse.

The men at the table looked at each other knowingly, their pants getting tighter as they catch the sight of your moistened cunt. They have to pretend like it wasn't a big deal. After all, what dumbass goes after the girl of their king? One look at Mikey and he already had a dark look on his face—eyes stern.

Deciding he's had enough, Bonten's leader stands up from the table with a loud noise, palms slamming on the wooden table as the others trail behind him. Pulling you by your wrist, he sits you on his lap beside Sanzu and Kakucho. Pulling your skirt up, he turns his body so you're facing the pair.

"M-mikey!" You gasp, fingers fidgeting as you try to peel his fingers away from the hold on your thighs.

"Hmm?" He asks almost too innocently at you, lips ghosting your jaw and neck, the feeling of his breath making you shiver "I thought you wanted to show everybody, baby?"

Sanzu contemplates for a second, eyes trying to avoid you as he clenches his fist open and close. Rindou whistling before pressing his tongue on the insides of his cheeks, fingers running through his hair in obvious restraint.

Mikey wraps one of the hands not holding your skirt up around your neck, fingers dancing along the skin of your throat as he mumbles next to your ear, so close that you can feel his teeth grazing your lobe. Tone mocking and mean, "Tell them to look, princess, show them that pretty pussy."

Almost immediately, you can see Sanzu eyes shamelessly looking down in your exposed cunt, little hole clenching around nothing as the thought of being completely naked in front of everyone both embarrasses and turns you on. He licks his lips before palming himself in his jeans, eyes blown in lust as the rest of the boys just stare—drawing a deep breath at the sight of the little show.

"C'mon, Sanzu." Mikey begins, palm laid flat on your thighs as he spreads you further apart, hooking an arm around your knees, making you arch into him. Tears sting the corner of your eyes, whines leaving your parted lips at the lack of contact on your cunt. His leader glares at him, eyes dark as he states an order, "Don't go shy on me now."

Bonten's number two draws closer, finger hovering on your cunt as you desperately try to push your hips up, desperate to meet him as quick as possible. With wobbling lips, you hold eye contact with Sanzu, irises begging him to just start touching you. Smiling wickedly at you, he starts to stick a finger near your slit, collecting the moisture and bringing it up to your clit in repeated motions before circling it. You cry out in relief, hips unconsciously rutting down his hands to make him move faster and harder.

His scarred lip stretches even more at the image of you closing your eyes in pleasure. The sounds leaving your lips almost animalistic when three fingers find their way inside you, scissoring and curling all around your gummy walls. Throwing your head back, you place sloppy kisses all over the jaw of your boyfriend behind you.

"Do you like that?" Mikey growls in your ear, hardening cock pressing on your ass. You nod at him mindlessly, your fingers reaching to wrap around Sanzu's wrist as you push him deeper in you. "My sweet, sweet girl." He kisses you on the lip, teeth tugging your lower ones before continuing. "Such a whiny little slut riding my men's fingers, yeah? You like seeing them go crazy for you, don't you?"

Opening your eyes, you look around the room, a gasp leaving your lips as you watch everyone with their cocks pulled out—fists tight and firm as they move it up and down their own length. No one's meeting your eyes, all of them fixated on the cream staining Sanzu's nails and fingers.

"Tell me what you want." Your boyfriend is stern, impatient as he asks you for what else you need. Getting you out of your skimpy top, your tits bounce at the sudden lack of restriction. Pushing your bra down, he pinches your nipples hard, making you cry out in protest.

"Baby, d-don't—"

"You don't get to refuse." He silences you with a tightening hand on your neck, the sudden cut of airflow making you clench impossibly tight around Sanzu, earning a string of curses to flow out of him—thumb circling your little clit. "Tell me what you want."

"Koko—fuck,"  you moan out, the coil in your stomach snapping as you cream all over Sanzu's finger, a trail of translucent white coating his fingers. He pulls away from you, stretching his fingers apart to see the strings connecting each of his digits. With eagerness, he puts them in his mouth, tongue lapping around it until it's all cleaned up.

Leaning in close to you, probably to connect your lips together, a shove at his chest sends him back.

"No kissing or I'll kill you." Mikey glares, his possessiveness making you even more aroused, aching center begging for more almost at the same time you hear Akashi's groan, seed spilling all over his stomach. Your boyfriend rests a hand on your stomach, rubbing gently with a kiss to your wet cheeks before shooing Sanzu out of the way.

Sanzu raises a hand up in defeat, backing down before resting back on the couch, both arms resting on the back of the couch. He fist bumps Kakucho beside him, the latter also panting as a result of coming down from his high.

On the other hand, you continue mumbling Koko to Mikey, making him slap your clit for begging another man's attention. "You want Kokonoi?" He deadpans, lifting you off his lap to settle you down on the couch. He reaches forward, hand signaling Koko to get closer to your frame.

Koko stands up, cock pink from how hard it is as it hangs above his zipper. Making his way over to you, you spread your legs further, arms flailing around as you reach out to him. He smiles at you with amusement, quickly positioning himself between your legs before darting his tongue out. Kitten licks barely doing enough to satiate your hunger for his tongue.

"Can I make her beg, leader?" Kokonoi asks in faux concern, laughing when you pout at him for dragging out your pleasure. He trails a finger all over your stomach, goosebumps rising in your skin with a hum of satisfaction.

"That's what good little sluts do." You feel Mikey nod from behind you, fingers caressing your cheeks with a dark look in his eyes. Looking up at him, he stares back at you with a raised brow. Thumb toying with your bottom lip, he puts it inside your mouth. Pressing your tongue down while he swirling it around the surface. The sounds you make started being slightly incoherent, Mikey smirking in satisfaction seeing you struggle around them.

Heat spreads through your cheeks, all flustered from the humiliation of being spread open for all the top men of Bonten to see—words nothing but a mess as you struggle to speak with Mikey's fingers inside your mouth. It doesn't help that your boyfriend is making you beg for it, forcing you to abandon the princess-y role of being highly regarded by the others as their king's girl. Mikey is both amused and pissed off, but he decides he wants to punish you for a little longer. Taking his fingers out a moment, he makes you beg all clear and loud.

"Please," you shakily begin, hiding your face in the crook of Mikey's neck to hide your face as you softly plead for action. "P-please eat me out, Koko."

The Haintani brothers watch in awe, Akashi already starting to pump his cock again at your sweetness. A good little girl who knows how to beg for her needs, a perfect little plaything. They all think you're just right to be their leader's girl—all pliant and submissive.

Koko didn't give you a time to react, diving straight to your clit as he presses the wet muscle flat on you, swirling around before licking a stripe from your slit up to the sensitive bundle of nerves—sucking with hunger and need. You thrash around him easily, hips lifting to ride his tongue while he hums against you, sending a wave of vibrations through your core.

"Nnghh—Koko! Harder, harder, please!" You sob out his name, fingers tugging on his hair. Kokonoi obliges, showing you no mercy. You're so sweet, so fucking good to him. His tongue pushes itself inside your hole, Koko moving it around as hard and as fast as he can. The slurping sounds he makes are humiliating, pants leaving your swollen lips never seem to stop. The juices gushing from your cunt stains his whole mouth, all the way to his cheeks and chin as he moves side to side, pressing kisses on your inner thigh every once in a while.

"Fuck, you're so fucking wet." He pulls back for air, eyes never leaving your pussy that never seems to stop lubricating and creaming. It's so flushed, swollen, and wet—his cock only getting harder and harder, making him reach down to pump it a few times.

Pairing his tongue with his fingers, your eyes started rolling to the back of your head. Shrieks leaving your mouth as your thighs shake around Koko's head. The clench of your hole on his fingers tells him you're close, his teeth lightly grazing your clit to add to the sensation, making you come undone with a loud moan.

Your wetness is staining the couch. The patch of wetness only growing as you continue cumming with his fingers inside you. Pressing one last kiss on your clit, Kokonoi stands up, proud as he looks at your flushed state by his leader's thighs—Mikey twisting your nipples and massaging your breast with both hands.

"Damn, that little hole won't stop gaping." Rindou comments on the other side of the room, more to his brother than anyone else. Ran, on the other hand, doesn't spare him a glance, teeth biting down his bottom lip hard with eyes on your hole.

Fuck, your cunt really won't stop clenching around air.

"Messy," He hears Mikey mumble. " 's so messy."

You look up to him in confusion when he disappears from behind you, leaving you alone on the couch with wide and teary eyes.

"Your pussy is so messy." He clarifies, clicking his tongue in distaste while keeping a monotonous tone. Looking back from his shoulder, he calls two individuals—making you perk up in anticipation as you wait for the next order. He whispers something to both of them, his back against you as you watch Ran's face stretching into a lazy grin.

Both of them walk over to you, Rindou leading as he grabs your jaw, whispering by your ear before licking it. "On all fours, princess."

You leaned to his touch, doe-eyed as you let him lift you up from the couch—positioning beneath you with hard cock resting on his stomach while the precum leaks all over the surface in a mess.

He rubs his tip all over you, precum sticking all over your pussy lips as he smears your wetness all over him. The tip keeps colliding with your clit, making you twitch as you lay your head on his chest. He lets you rest for a while before pushing you back up and shoving his cock in you, stretching your hole deliciously.

"Hmm, like that? Little hole finally have something to clench on, huh, princess?" He smirks at you, hips slamming upwards to meet yours in a bruising pace. You clamp down on him like you never want to let him go, fingers twisting around your nipples while you try to keep it from bouncing.

Your thighs were already trembling, waves of pleasure shooting all over your body as Rindou hits all the right places in you—a translucent ring of white circling the base of his cock every time he pulls back. Eyes closed, you feel all of Rindou, every hard vein rubbing against your gummy walls making you cream all over him even more—when all of a sudden you were pushed down to his chest.

Opening your lids, you barely have the time to process everything as you feel another hard tip lining itself on your other hole. Whipping your head to the side, you see the older of the Haitani brothers spitting in his hand—giving his fat cock some lubrication before catching your eye.

"D-don't, please." Your eyes fill with tears, head shaking slightly in protest as you look at Ran's cock—so big, so fat. You can almost feel it stretching you out and breaking you apart.

Glancing over to Mikey, he returns it with a raised brow. "Don't wanna get your ass fucked, baby?"

Sobbing at the sight of his disappointment, you can't help but agree, spreading your thighs wider as Rindou continues his assault on your pussy without pause. Mikey offers you a little smile, nodding over to Ran who then holds you by the hips.

"Nnghh—fuck, Ran, can't—can't fit." You wail out, the tip of his cock entering you already making you feel too full.

Ran ignores you, forcing his cock inside you with a painful stretch. He's so fat. Every vein drags in your walls, creating a delicious friction that has both your holes convulsing around them.

"Shit!" Rindou gasps, face twisting in pleasure. "Your cunt's so fucking tight."

The feeling of fullness, paired with Rindou's praises and Ran's hammering on your ass overwhelms your body with pleasure—feeling lightheaded as you recognize a familiar feeling. Suddenly stricken with panic, you claw at Rindou with wide eyes.

" 'm gonna make a mess." You drag out your words, moans never seeming to stop leaving your mouth even as you worry for their reaction. "P-pull out—nnghh, gonna make a mess, Rin!"

Hearing your words, Ran immediately wrapped a hand around your throat, pushing you back to his chest so you're arching against him and his lips are closer to your neck.

"You gonna squirt on us?" He growls in your ear, hips snapping impossibly faster than before as he tries to get you closer and closer to the edge. "C'mon, princess—shit, go ahead make a mess. All over us, yeah? Let go, pretty."

With the encouragement and their rhythmical movements against both of your holes, you were left with no choice but to scream out, chants of how you're cumming flowing out of you mindlessly. Your juices splash all over all three of you, Ran flicking your clit so he can make you create an even bigger mess—squirting all over the place.

Strings of curses flow around the room and when your eyes pan over to your boyfriend, trying to see the expression he has on his face, you were even more aroused at the image of him leaning against a swivel chair—cock pulled out as he starts to masturbate at the sight of you taking two cocks.

You're lightheaded, eyes closing as you become nothing but a blubbering mess—stuttering words about how good you feel and how full your insides are. Drool pools in your mouth, running along your chin before you feel a tip collecting it from the trail. With hazy eyes, you look up to see Kaku tapping his cock on your lip, urging you to open up so he can slot himself inside your mouth.

"That's it," He breathes a deep sigh of satisfaction, fingers brushing through your hair as he pushes into your mouth. "That's a good girl. Pretty lips all around me."

You swirl your tongue against his head and before you knew it, even Akashi is joining in, forming your fingers into a fist around his equally hard member. With hollow cheeks, you suck Kaku even harder, the moans coming out of you from Ran and Rindou still pounding into you sending vibrations all over him—grip on your hair getting tighter, making you gasp in surprise.

"Fuck," you hear Akashi mumble on your side. "Such a good little cocksleeve, yeah?"

There's barely any awareness in the things you're doing, mind hazy as you keep cumming and cumming—overstimulation making your legs shake but Ran holds your waist through it all. Everyone came around the same time, warmth seeping inside you and all the way down to your thighs as their dicks slowly grow limp.

When you find your voice, it's raw and hoarse, eyes looking for your boyfriend before breaking out in a sob. He smiles at you from across the room, wrapping your wet and sticky body in his arms. "C-can't anymore, Daddy."

"Shh, don't cry, princess." He calms you down, pulling you away from everyone so he can sit you down in his lap.

Caressing your tear-stained face, he looks over your shoulder. "Get out." He's firm and stern, eyes sending daggers at his executives—probably to send a message like they're dead if they don't hurry away this instant. The boys wipe themselves hurriedly, bowing to their boss before closing the door with a click.

"Mikey," your voice is soft, breaking at the end with how tired you are and it makes Mikey's chest swell.

"Hmm?"

"Want you inside me, Daddy, please?"

Your request astonished him, raising a brow at you when you start slowly grinding against his cock—still out of his pants. "You got room for one more, yeah?"

At your nod, Mikey wastes no time pushing into you, his length filling you up more deliciously than any of the others do. He's agonizingly slow with you, dragging his cock in your gummy walls like he's trying to push something in yet it's hitting all the right parts in you just the same. "Don't wanna waste the cum they put in that pretty cunt."

He knows your body too well. Every single nook and crevice something he knows like the back of his hand. A few strokes in you and you're already cumming all over him again, creaming and dripping all over his thighs—mixing with the cum the Haitani brothers were so kind to give you.

"Fuck, already?" Mikey groans in your ear, planting his feet in the ground so he can pick up his pace thrusting into you. Convulsing around his cock, you hug his neck tighter, clenching him like you're about to suck him dry.

" 's good, so so good, Daddy."

"Yeah, yeah, princess, I—fucking hell, baby stop clenching me too tight. Can't," a moan by your ear, teeth gritted as he tries to form words. "Can't move baby, relax."

That's the problem. You can't—pussy gripping him cause you never want to let him go, never want to feel the emptiness once he's gone out of you. With one final thrust, Mikey spills inside you, his lips catching yours in a passionate kiss—hard and needy like he can't get enough of you.

"It's my pussy, yeah?" He whispers in your lips, catching it in a quick kiss again before continuing. "No one can make you feel better but me, right, baby?"

You hum in affirmation, smile tracing your lips as you mumble an I love you which he tenderly returned. Finally leaning on his chest, your eyes slowly flutter close in fatigue, kiss planting on the top of your head as you answer him.

"All yours, Mikey."

Y'ALL I HIT 200???? THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH OMG I LOVE EACH AND EVERYONE OF Y'ALL

I GOT INSPO SO I HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY WHAT'S COMING NEXT😡❤️❤️❤️❤️

I LOVE MY BIMBOS SO MUCH Y'ALL MEAN THE WOLRD TO ME

To more creampies and sweet thighs!!! ❤️

Sincerely,

a whore 💋💓

Guys I soaked my bed PAPI ICHIGO😩 💥‼️🛏️

baby, wyd? ichigo kurosaki.

warnings . . . fem!reader, black coded, established relationship, modern au, fluff, erotic filming, mirror sex, smoking ꒰ blunt ꒱, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl position, eating each other’s faces, cuddle fuck, sloppy intimate slow nasty sex lmao, pet names, use of daddy a few times, reader creams, ichigo’s rlly in love with reader.

mocha’s note .ᐟ . . . i did it yall *cries* i finally wrote for ichigo.

ichi ♡

baby, wyd?

cupcake ♡

just got home from work ! whyyyyy? 🥺

ichi ♡

gonna take you out. i’ll be omw in thirty.

   thirty? after all this time he still doesn’t understand how time consuming it is to get yourself ready to go out. definitely when you weren’t aware of where you’re going. your boyfriend didn’t give you any hint so you were unsure of how to dress. on top of that, it was nearly midnight. your late shift at the hospital draining you, and the moment you came home and kicked off your scrubs, the last thing on your mind was to get ready to go out. your bed was calling you. so close yet so far. ichigo had literally messaged you the moment you leaped out of your convertible. sucking it up just for him, you hop in the shower with no further questions. it has been a while since you’ve seen him, both equally busy.

   maybe he just missed you the same and wanted to do something nice for you. or just craved to be in your presence again. weekends were really the only time the two of you were available. the sweet scent of olay white strawberry and mint body wash mixed in with the thick charcoal rag scrubbing against your skin relaxes your body to the fullest. phases by chase atlantic booms through the cream tile of your shower walls, vibrating in your ears inimically as the hot water beats down onto your skin. you made sure to leave the door unlocked for ichigo to step inside, usually welcoming himself in without letting you know. one time having to smack him for being inconsiderate even if he blamed you for leaving it unsecured. cleansing your face and then finishing with your to die for tree hut strawberry scrub, you’re wrapped up in a towel while you brush and rinse your mouth.

   patting dry, you lather yourself in baby oil from head to toe, hair still caught in your shower cap. you smile down at your chubby black cat brushing up against your ankle with a silver anklet labeled with your boyfriend’s name. a gift for your first anniversary. the short feline skips behind you as you stroll through your studio to reach your bedroom, sighing to yourself because you’re suddenly stressed about what to wear. nothing could possibly be open this late to really head out for. he has to be fucking with you. what if you get all dolled up just for him to pull up to mcdonald’s? you’d be irritated, but thankful nonetheless. quality time is all that mattered. even sitting in his car listening to music would mean everything right now. a passenger princess is what he called you one time. you just loved the idea of being around him.

   when he said thirty minutes, he meant it. a heavy knock on your front door before it’s pushed open alarms you instantly. sucking your teeth at his obsession with always being too early. as you’re closing the curtain that blocks your bedroom, out peaks an adorable fluff of tangerine hair from the door, a smile on that face you love so much, teeth bright as pearls.

“hey, cupcake!” ichigo chirps, closing and locking the door before he takes off his travis scott dunks, knowing you don’t allow shoes in your house. he’s picking up the cat the same time he’s glaring at your silhouette past the sheer white curtain.

   he catches you slipping on a piece of clothing over your head, taking off your cap and shaking out your curly head. he respects your privacy by keeping himself from walking in there and smacking your ass as a proper greeting . . . his way of one, at least. takes a seat on the low emerald, velvet textured sectional, the animal in his arms purring as he caresses it.

    “i hate you.”

    it’s the first thing he hears, and it immediately has him cackling. “why? i’m taking you out, aren’t i?”

    “well, yeah, but . . . you could’ve told a girl mid-shift. i would’ve had more time to plan an outfit. i can’t even do my makeup now. my hairs lifeless. it’s midnight. i worked a twelve hour shift, you know that? no consideration for me as a woman whatsoever.”

    “all i’m hearing is that you’re ungrateful.”

   “fuck you, carrot top!” a heavy slap following with a gust of wind is nearly enough to overshadow the low level of slow rnb. ichigo raises a brow at you, slowly licking his lips while tilting his head to the side, humming as he observes you. body clad in a white spaghetti strapped bodycon dress that accentuates all your curves, tits pushed higher due to your bra being adjusted halfway up your back. a hot pink, suede chanel bag hanging on your shoulder. big curls flowing around your face like a greek goddess. an angel.

   “baby, you lookin’ good as fuck. but you're gonna be cold as a bitch.”

   “why?” you frown.

  “we're going to the waterfront pier.”

   a cheerful gasp you bellow makes ichigo’s smile extend, your cat jumping out of his arms from the noise of you jumping up and down. “babyyyy. the birria truck is there! you remembered?”

   “of fuckin’ course,” he leans back with an arm thrown behind his head, hand on his bare stomach he tucked under his white tee. ichigo swings his legs dressed in black adidas joggers inward and outward, elated from the smile still on your face as you giggle and walk around the house in search of a shoe, eyes tracing you. “they're open till 2am.”

   you glance at the oval clock on your wall, pouting. “i didn't do my makeup.”

   “it's one in the morning. we coming back and cuddling.”

   sucking your lips in, you nod.

  “now come give daddy a hug,” ichigo motions you over with his finger.

   standing straight with giddy in your heart, you stroll towards him, your hips switching effortlessly, the silver chain labeled 'daddy's girl’, which you bought for yourself, dangles along with the ocean blue evil eye as you bend forward to press a kiss to your man's soft lips, the tingle from his blistex vibrating your own. he sits up with you standing between open legs, hands wrapping around the back of your thighs as he hugged you around your midsection with his cheek on your stomach.

   ichigo let's out an exasperated sigh, as if he was getting into a comfortable bed after a long day, squeezing you tighter. “missed you so much, baby.”

   the tips of your fingers strum through his hair as you reply, “missed you too. thank you for taking me out tonight.”

   “don't thank me yet. i need to see if you'll like the food first before we decide what mood you're gonna put on.”

   “are you saying i'm bipolar?”

   “i'm saying you're picky.”

   “correction!” you announce loudly while pointing up a finger. “specific. i like what i like.”

   “i can say the same,” ichigo groans before smacking your ass with a hiss, grabbing a chunk full before shaking it in his hand.

   you laugh at him and shove him away. “stop! let's go.”

   “lemme jus’ . . . ” ichigo gets lost in his thoughts, your eyes widening as he reaches down to grab your calf to lift. “get a taste real quick.”

   “boy!” is what you exclaim as you give his hand a firm smack, like you're popping a child for misbehaving. ichigo snickers, saying he was joking but you knew he wasn't.

   by time you leave the house, it's one fifteen in the morning. the streets are partially clear for your city's night. ichigo passing you his phone to browse through his playlists, immediately going for the ‘late night drive' one which was your favourite considering you helped him pick most of the content. the windows are cracked halfway, warm air breezing your faces as he speeds down the road like an asshole in his pristine white nissan gtr, two usual hand placements; one on your inner thigh and the other gripping the steering wheel.

   it's so hard not to smile like an idiot when he does that. hiding your face in your shoulder as you look up at him like a lost puppy. singing to bryson tiller’s song in check as you intake the scent of the vehicle. it smells just like him. tobacco vanille by tom ford. the opulent scent lingering onto your body whenever he hugged you long enough, or when you stole his hoodies and shirts to wear just to keep him close.

   the drive wasn't long. not even twenty minutes and you were pulling up to the pier, barely packed since it was a sunday night. lots of teenagers came out around this time to smoke and since there was plenty of food available it'd help with the munchies. hand in hand, the two of you walk towards the beaming taco truck with various of color's ranging from yellows, reds, and greens. birria landia was their label. very well known and talked about business. they moved locations so you were super excited to finally get your fill on it.

  ichigo has his right arm thrown over your shoulder, pulling you close to his chest where you rested and listened to his heartbeat and the rumble of his torso as he ordered your food. each order came with four quesabirria’s and a side of consommé, totaling fourteen dollars each which was a steal to be honest. ichigo wanted to try horchata as a drink, getting a large so the two of you could share.

   “you cold?” he asks briefly, spotting you rubbing your arms before you nod frantically, muttering a tiny ‘yes’. embraces you into a hug instantly, tall frame towering you as he rocked the two of you side to side while you waited alongside a few other people, laughing between his armpit where you buried your face.

   you were talking on and on about cotton candy, looking up at him with your chin on his chest, a pout on your lips. glancing deeper into the boardwalk and catching glimpses of big bags of pink or blue cotton candy hanging horizontally beside jumbo cartoon character while that song from ten years ago that always plays at amusement parks blast through the speakers. yes, it's call me maybe.

   “hey, i just met you,” ichigo begins, bouncing his knees to the beat of the song.

   “no!” you groan.

   “and this is crazy! but here's my number. so call me maybe!”

   one things for sure, you fucked those tacos up. licking your fingers and swinging your feet like nothing else mattered in the world. ichigo lovingly resting his palm in his hand as he watches you squeak as you bop your head to the music. could never stay still when you ate. you thanked him dozens of times with your mouth stuffed, dunking your tacos into your lime infused broth before chowing down, juices dripping. unfortunately, you weren't full enough after, and by then the truck had already gone. the two of you cleaned up your area on the bench before ichigo decided to grab a bag of cotton candy for you before you headed back to yours.

   his favorite thing about your living room was the beautiful collection of the weeknd’s entire discography hung up on your wall in vinyls. a glass record player sitting beneath. choosing an album, going with my dear melancholy because why not? sliding the disc from out of its slot, blowing on it to rid any dust before twirling it between the pads of his fingers and inserting it. you were sitting on your dark gray tufted bench displayed at the bottom of your bed, dressed comfortably in a white tank and royal blue panties. the tips of your pink toes are arched in the fluffy white rug beneath them, a tropical baby blue scarf on your head and your necklaces still in view. you were rolling a blunt on the alice in wonderland tray that sat on your lap.

   ichigo had just gotten out of the shower, ruffling his damp hair with the towel and finding a pair of his basketball shorts in your bottom drawer. the projector on your wall is silently playing avengers’ civil war. it's about five in the morning you presume, wanting to smoke just because. both of you love how quiet the home was, your cat sound asleep on her strawberry printed pillow by your foot, ichigo laying in your bed while scrolling through twitter on his phone until you were finished.

   crawling to him with a tired smile, you flick your plated heart shaped vivienne westwood lighter and pass it to him first, arching over his body sinking into your mattress as you hold it to his lips as he stares you in your eyes. ichigo takes a puff, drags it too long which has you snatching it away and giggling. his hand takes the back of your neck in his grasp, tugging you closer to blow the smoke directly into your mouth before kissing you. he sits you entirely on his abdomen and watches you take your share of it. caressing your skin lazily, and gazing behind you as you hold his face in your chest with your hand sprawled over his cheek, both of you watching the movie.

   the air shifts without the two of you even realizing it. it's when your clutching onto the duvet that's falling halfway off the edge of the bed you bury your face in as you bounce dirty on his cock in cowgirl that it resonates. ichigo now has possession of your blunt, holding it like a cigarette between his fingers in his left hand he uses to gently pinch your ass. fixating on the grip your slick pussy has on his dick, coating it perfectly, driving yourself up and down slowly. he's got his phone on camera mode, recording the way you fuck him in your mirror, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth as his brows crease.

you rock forward after your lips quiver when a shock strikes up your spine, heaving and slipping off. gripping onto his ankle for support.

   “put it back in,” he's haste when he hits your ass, your salacious whimper making his dick jump. raspy voice completely succumbing you as you reach behind yourself to wrap your dainty hand around the base, sinking back down and rocking your hips. his eyes scroll back when a ring of white centers his cock, a deep ‘fuck’ escaping his mouth as you cream around him. “yeah, pretty girl.”

   “ooh, baby,” a guttural moan vibrates deep within your throat as you drop your ass lower, taking in as much as you could. gasping as you fist the cover in front of you and move quicker, eyes crossing. “ichi !”

   “it's good baby, i know. i fuckin’ know,” ichigo whispers, hissing and clapping a heavy hand down, taking a quick pull from the blunt before putting it out on the ashtray on your nightstand. he abandons his phone, craning his neck to the side to blow out the remainder of clouds before he’s lifting you by your waist until you’re laying on your side facing him.

ichigo tugs you close, slotting himself in between your thighs once your leg hikes itself over his hip, entrapping him with your arms locked around his neck. both of you breathe in each other’s air, rotating your waist to get his cock closer, wanting it back inside before you cried about it. he sees how cute and whiny you are, sloshing his tongue and mouth all over your neck, the most sensitive spot on your body. it makes you insanely wet, gasping, bringing him in more, wanting to be completely entwined. ichigo groans in your neck, reaching between where you two meet to fist his cock, groaning when he finds that gushing hole of yours that sticks like honey and sliding back in.

now his lips are on yours, sloppily tangling tongues and breathlessly moaning into your mouths, the heel of your foot that’s thrown over his waist applying pressure to his backside to drown him in deeper. ichigo has his hands on your ass he’s squeezing until the flesh is imprinted with his marks, cursing and rutting up to sheath his cock in your sweet, sweet fucking pussy. something’s he’s been dying to do for days now. hating how busy the two of you were. there wasn’t enough time to do this as frequently as he desired. that had to change. effective immediately.

“i missed you,” a broken cry sings in his ears from you, slightly squeaky with cute hiccups, ichigo snapping his hips fairly faster, clenching his sharp jaw before kissing your forehead. “f-fuckin’ missed you, ichi.”

“daddy sorry, baby,” ichigo replies, skillfully rolling his hips to hit just the right spot that always makes you scream and claw at his back. he maybe crazy for liking it so much. but when you dig your nails into his strong back, and his skin feels like it’s bleeding . . . sometimes is, he fucking loves it. his strokes ease when he drags out a series of words you’re unable to comprehend. thrusts becoming sloppier. “promise i’ll make it up to you. know you get needy when i’m too far. gunna change that.”

   “mng. you gonna make me cum, baby,” your voice is higher pitched now, eyes low and your mouth dry from hanging it open too long. ichigo knows what to do in an instant, pinning you flat on your back and holding your throat in his hand, raising and dropping his weight onto you so his dick sinks in how you like it. “baby you gonna make me cum.”

“cum,” ichigo pants, his face churning along with yours, your voice going silent as you reach down to rub your fingers over your clit, keeping your eyes focused on his as the faint sound of skin clapping echoed the room. your body’s jolting beneath him, a dry gasp crumbling through. “cum right now, baby. right fuckin’ now, please.”

your knees stutter by his waist, holding onto him tight as the tone in his voice lightens, begging you to cream all over his cock, to cum with him, to give him what he wanted. and you do, roughly slapping your hand on his forearm for security, streams of ‘fuck fuck fuck’ undulating past your puffy lips. ichigo loses his balance and falls down onto you, chest to chest, puts you in a headlock to hold you still while he switches his pace entirely and fucks you harder, his eyes white as pinballs. “fuck, baby. this my fuckin’ pussy. my fuckin’ pussy. can you tell me that, baby? let me know.”

“it’s. your. fuckin’. pussy,” your voice splits with every heavy pound, writhing in his entrapment. holding your knees to the bed with your hands. lewd squelching only gets louder the messier you become. eyes shut with your soul leaving your body. ichigo’s ‘mmm hmm’ as a reply enough to make you cum again, squealing and arching your torso off the bed.

going numb, mind distorted and ichigo holds the back of your head so it’s bending enough to see him fucking you. even with the low lighting from the television you could still spot how drenched you were. ichigo kissing the bridge of your nose, then chastely your lips. “be a good girl n’ watch me cum for you.”

your toes curl when he slows his hips to pull out, resting his cock on your stomach and being rewarded when he cums in long ropes of white, painting your tummy with a shaky moan before mashing his lips back to yours, still thrusting.

“i love you,” he says. “i love you, i love you.”

and you loved him more.

visual. visual. 18+

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Help cause I was literally thinking of wrestling Mitsuya's live actor until I top him and yeehaw on that monster XXL heavyset cockcadoodledo.

Great minds think alike.

I have a feeling Mikey's cum would taste so bad from all the sweet shit he's been eating. Wouldn't be suprised if he collapsed from diabetes that long dick whore.

my biggest fantasy is wrestling the powerful Mikey to the ground before riding him. . .

i want a psychoanalysis of this from any psych majors pls.

CAN I SEE SOME MUCHO SMUT LIKE DAMN.

How do y'all place gifs? I'M TRYING OKAY😭✋ I feel like I need a laptop for this but whatever imma jus do it on my phone

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Anyways... Y'all ever looked at a p*rno and laugh at the acting? I just- I had to leave omg