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ghoultramp · 3 years ago

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Solstice [Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Shigaraki x Reader] [zine fic]

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↳ pairings: hawks (keigo takami) x reader, dabi (touya todoroki) x reader, shigaraki (tenko shimura)

↳ content: { zine fic; summer lovin ’} quirkless!au, alcohol, masturbation, cuckolding, recording, fellatio, deep throat, cum swallowing, name-calling (brat, slut, whore, doll, cum dumpster), dom!male characters, praise, no aftercare, marking (biting), porn without plot, consenting adults

↳ words: 10.7k

⇢ summary: the summer solstice is a time of year you and keigo spend together as a couple, just you and keigo. this year, however, you’d both decided it might be fun to change up your plans a little bit. just how prepared would you be for these two--touya and tomura--to crash the party. but then again, you always did like to be the center of attention, didn’t you, pet?

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⇢ note: written as part of the midnight scribblings collaborative zine project: summer lovin’ (bnha nsfw). art is provided by the one only @nemi-jpg (twitter, tiktok @ nemi.jpg.). thank for turning what started out as a soft idea to this filth you see before you. cheers to you, comrade.

“See,” he chuckled, “you can behave. It’ll be fun. You were on board with all this.”

You heard the click of the indicator, the sound deafening and the orange light sickening. “You promise to be a good girl tonight?” he asked, pulling hard on the steering wheel to make a sharp right turn.

You kept your eyes locked on the road ahead. You didn’t dare look at him with the way your stomach quivered.

He made another sharp turn, expertly navigating his way in the dark. It was the route you took every year to the campground.

You slumped back in the passenger seat of your boyfriend’s car. You were annoyed. He sat in the driver’s seat, laughing and singing along to the radio, evidently not a care in the world—he never had a care in the world—you were beginning to boil.

The summer solstice had always been your celebration together, but this year—for who knows what reason—two of his friends were now about to join the party. Disgruntled, you kicked your boot against the glove compartment.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he shot a glance over at you. “C’mon, we all agreed to this, don’t be such a brat.”

An involuntary squeak escaped your snarling lips while your cheeks flushed warm and pink. You had to stop yourself from writhing in your seat at the word.

“Keigo,” you whined, “you’re sure they’re not going to be jerks?”

“I can’t promise anything,” he admitted.

“That’s unfair!”

Keigo laughed, you watched as he let go of the wheel and pressed his palm firmly on your thigh, on the skin between your skirt and the hem of your stocking. You felt him squeeze—tightly.

He turned his head ever so slightly, side-eyeing you.

“Stop whining,” he gently scolded you.

He was right, you were complaining just for the sake of it. You’d dolled yourself up, purposely choosing a short dress, one that would catch their attention. You wore your stockings halfway up your thighs, the perfect band of skin visible before it disappeared beneath the dark fabric. The jacket you wore—open, of course—was cropped just below your breasts and it framed your figure nicely.

“Or I might have to punish you later on,” he smirked as he said it.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” you poked back.

Keigo pulled his hand back from your thigh to change gears, but you whined when he put it on the steering wheel instead of returning to your leg.

“Keep talking back like that and it’ll be neither.”

Those words were the real threat to you. You straightened up immediately, placing your hands flat on your thighs. You looked directly ahead of you, out of the windshield. It was already so dark, and the headlights were the only thing that lit the country roads ahead of you. You surmised that you must be close by now.

“See,” he chuckled, “you can behave. It’ll be fun. You were on board with all this.”

You heard the click of the indicator, the sound deafening and the orange light sickening.

“You promise to be a good girl tonight?” he asked, pulling hard on the steering wheel to make a sharp right turn.

You kept your eyes locked on the road ahead. You didn’t dare look at him with the way your stomach quivered.

He made another sharp turn, expertly navigating his way in the dark. It was the route you took every year to the campground.

Each summer, on the solstice, they would hold a festival nearby. You and Keigo would rent a cabin—never again would use a tent after the disaster that happened the first year—get drunk, follow the line of other drunk and disorderly back to the campsite, and fuck like high schoolers until morning. It was one of the things you looked forward to, but now that Touya and Tomura were involved…

It mightn’t be all that bad, you told yourself. If nothing else, attention was attention in your eyes. Maybe you could play it to your advantage, get them to rile Keigo up for you. You sniggered out loud at your thoughts.

“What’s the joke, babe?” he asked as you pulled through the double-wide gate.

Although it was late in the evening, things were only just starting to pick up, evident as he pulled into the heaving parking lot. More and more people were arriving, cars clamouring for spaces as Keigo pulled into one near the entrance.

He killed the engine and turned his head to look at you.

“Hmm?” he implored.

You shook your head.

“Maybe I’ll tell you later,” was all you said, with an impish little smile tickling at the corner of your lips.

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Keigo held onto your hand tightly as he guided you through the throngs of people. Cabin key in hand, he was on a mission to finally catch up with his friends. You were just along for the ride.

“Are you sure they’re here?” you asked, boredom dripping from your tone.

“Tomura texted me, like, two minutes ago,” he groaned, “that little turd can’t ha—”

“Keigo!” a voice called, both of you peered around, searching for its source.

A mess of white hair poked out through the crowd, a heavily tattooed arm waving above the heads of others as they walked around him. You couldn’t make out any other features but those tattoos looked familiar.

“Oi, dickhead!” the voice yelled again, calling louder over the crowds this time.

Great, you thought. Here comes tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber.

Keigo's arm shot up in the air, waving like a fool.

"Touya!" he called.

Two men came toward you, one tall, heavily tattooed or pierced wherever you looked—Touya, of course. The other man was just as tall but less obviously so as he hunched over his phone, tapping away—it was Tomura.

“Eh, Shiggs!” Keigo darted toward his friends, leaving you standing there like a lemon. “How long you guys been here?”

Touya flashed a grin at you before looking back at Keigo. It made your skin crawl, but not in the way you might expect. It shouldn’t be fair that he got to be gorgeous and act like such an arsehole all the time. But that was probably how he got away with it. You cursed him under your breath.

Tomura was just as bad. He may have been staring down at his phone at the moment, but you knew it wouldn’t be long before your short dress caught his attention. You smirked at the thought of teasing these two men with very little else than showing a bit of skin.

You cleared your throat, making your presence known as you walked up beside Keigo.

“Right,” he chuckled, “you guys got your rooms, everything set up?”

Touya smirked as he assessed you from top to bottom.

“Nice choice,” he told you.

“C'mon,” Keigo gave him a playful elbow to the ribs. “We good to get going?”

Keigo clapped his hands together and rubbed them, a giant grin on his face.

“I call shotgun,” Tomura said, not even looking up from his phone.

“You’re fucking with me,” you spat.

“Let's all just get along, shall we,” Keigo countered, turning on his heel to retreat in the direction of the car.

You turned with him as he walked past you. Touya and Tomura kept a close distance as you ascended the shallow slope.

“I get sick in the back,” you heard Tomura groan.

“Then maybe get off your phone, you little bitch,” Touya told him.

“I’ll get bored.” Tomura was still tapping away on his phone. “Won’t you?”

Touya’s throaty laugh caught you off guard, your stomach felt like it was doing an aerobics class. He caught you looking over your shoulder at him and smirked.

“Oh, I don’t think I’ll be getting bored,” he mused.

When he gave you a wink, you cleared your throat. You looked back to where you were walking, eyes wide.

“But tell me,” you asked, “why don’t I get to sit next to my boyfriend?”

“You don’t fuck with the law of shotgun, hot stuff,” Touya called to you, laughing.

“Oh, my God,” you groaned, bringing your palm to your face. You were already exasperated.

Keigo pulled the car keys from his pocket as you reached the top, pressing the button, you watched as your car’s headlights lit up. You groaned as you stormed ahead of him.

“I can’t believe this shit,” you muttered.

“You love us really!” Touya called.

“Fuck off, do I!” you shouted back.

All three of the young men laughed at that, you felt your cheeks burn hot. You hung your head and reached for the back door on the passenger’s side. You peered over the hood of the car, watching as Keigo, Touya, and Tomura made their way, slowly, toward you.

“C’mon, you bunch of old women,” you told them, ducking your head as you flopped into the seat, “it’ll be dawn by the time we get there!”

You gasped when Touya all but ripped the other back-passenger door off when he opened it.

“Boo!” he yelled, jumping in beside you.

The car shook with his weight.

“Jesus Christ, Touya,” you screeched, slapping him across the chest with the back of your hand. It was met with the hard muscle beneath his tee-shirt. You pulled your hurt hand back to your chest, cradling it with your other hand. “Fuck, ow!”

Touya simply laughed and lounged back in the seat. You looked at him through narrow eyes as Keigo and Tomura joined you in the vehicle. Pulling your seatbelt across your body, you noticed that Touya was the only one who didn’t.

He idly lay an arm across the back of the seats, seats so narrow that his hand could so easily wrap around the back of your neck. Should he want to. And you figured he wouldn’t care about something like personal space, certainly not with the way he devoured you with his gaze. You’d never admit that it excited you. You hated this man, didn’t you? That’s what you told yourself. That’s what you told Keigo and his friends but…

You were freed from your looping thoughts when the radio came to life. You saw Touya smirk as you jumped in your seat. His fingers lightly brushed against the nape of your neck. You felt a prickle where he touched you, your hairs standing on end.

“Really, dude?” Keigo groaned, Tomura already having connected his phone to the car’s Bluetooth, “it’s, like, not even a ten-minute drive.”

“That gives me maybe three songs,” he retorted, shrugging.

Touya gave a loud guffaw at his friend while you were rendered speechless. Your eyes bored holes into the back of the seat in front of you as you felt his hand move. Tomura and Keigo were still bickering in the front seat. You were too focused on where Touya’s hand was going as he moved it to the seat next to you. He was so incredibly close to your thigh.

He didn’t once take his eyes off his two friends in the front.

The groan of the engine turning over masked the sound you made as Touya’s hand now gripped your thigh, right where your thigh-high stockings ended and your short dress began. Your breath quickened when he began to impatiently knead at your flesh, all the while casually engaging in conversation with the men in the front seats.

“I tell you what though, boys,” he said. “I am going to get fucking wasted.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Keigo replied, laughing. “Whaddaya say, babe?”

“Mhm!” it was a pathetic, broken sound, but it was a response all the same.

You were impressed at Touya’s ability to stay incredibly steadfast in his position despite how bumpy the roads were. Touya simply smirked at you, still leaning forward in his seat. You felt his hand begin to inch its way beneath your dress, and that’s when you pressed your own hand atop of his.

You turned your head slightly to look him in the eyes—his impossibly piercing blue eyes—but despite your attempt at a stern look, he seemed to be completely unfazed, wholly uninterested in your protest.

Touya cleared his throat and sat back in the seat, leaning into you. The back of the car was cramped enough as it was, and his disregard for personal space only exacerbated that fact.

“What?” he cooed near your ear now that Keigo and Tomura held up a conversation between themselves up front.

You said nothing, and despite tightening your grip on his hand, you made no attempt to push it away. You gulped; regardless, it wouldn’t have made a difference.

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckled, low under his breath. “I’m just getting into the spirit of things.”

There was no doubt about that twinkle in his eyes, he had turned your own celebrations into something that would, of course, benefit him. You felt your heart flutter in your chest as his large, warm hand pinched at your thigh. You gave little to no resistance as your breath stuttered as you inhaled, catching in your throat.

Attention was attention and Keigo certainly wasn’t giving it out freely.

With that thought, your grip tightened ever so slightly as you guided his hand further up your thigh. He seemed amused when your legs opened, allowing him ease of access.

“So, you do like to play,” he sneered, quick to wrap his hand around your mound.

You cried at his fervent touch, attempting to slouch in your seat as he pressed two fingers hard against your concealed clit. Your free hand sought for purchase against the door handle, gripping for dear life as he breathed against your ear. Your eyelids fluttered at his performative moan.

He chuckled low and deep, just loud enough for you to hear. His hot breath gave you chills.

“Keigo said you were a good little pet,” he mused as his fingers traced a circular motion against your underwear. “I’m pleased to see he wasn’t wrong about you.”

You hoped that if you wished hard enough—just hard enough—that the cloth barrier that stood in the way of his bare touch would disappear. It did not. It frustrated you enough to squirm against your seat, against Touya’s fingers.

He fell silent, pulling his face away from you. You raised your head to meet him, confidently, despite the position you had found yourself in. The glint in his cold blue eyes was utterly wicked. He was impressed that you kept eye contact with him as his fingers diligently set to work.

There were no formalities, no lovey-dovey shit as his fingers dove beneath the seam of your underwear. You failed to hold back your gasp when he slipped his index finger beneath your folds, eagerly penetrating your already wet entrance.

He felt you struggle against the restraint of the seatbelt again, unable to widen your hips any more. Your free hand desperately searched for the button. Finding it, you pressed down on it quickly. As you let go of the door handle, you freed yourself, hooking your arm out.

“Not shy, are you?” You were entertaining to him. “How long have you been waiting for this?” He was almost snarling as he added another finger, pushing both to the second knuckle.

With his arm still resting on the back of the seats, he moved it to your bicep closest to the door. You flinched as he pulled you into him, closer than before. Your chest pressed against his and your eyes were drawn to the rear-view mirror, you were met with Keigo’s curious, hungry gaze.

“Brace yourself, babe,” Touya whispered. He didn’t give you any time to react as a third finger forced its way in.

Keigo watched as your eyes fluttered, as your mouth hung agape—desperately holding back the moan that pressed against your throat—as Touya filled you with his thick fingers. Touya would simply give Keigo a show should he wish to look. Your cheeks flushed, but not from embarrassment.

Touya’s fingers worked quickly, determined to make you climax before you arrived at your destination. He was giving, if nothing else. As his fingers darted in and out, his thumb pressing hard against your tender clit, you kept a steady gaze with Keigo as your right hand pressed against Touya’s crotch.

“Go on,” he told you, purposefully edging you. He pulled his fingers out, just halfway, breathing into your ear. “You know he doesn’t mind.”

You hoped it made him jealous.

“Eyes on the road, bird brain,” Tomura’s voice called from the front. Keigo’s eyes instantly locked onto the road ahead of him.

“No show for you,” Touya called out, teasing Keigo as well as teasing you, his fingers stopped again.

“We’re almost there, jackass,” Keigo retorted, “at least make her cum.”

The moan you’d been keeping quiet finally escaped your mouth at his words. You pressed further into Touya, feeling his hardened erection against your hand made you whimper wantonly.

“Calm it, hot stuff,” he hissed, “maybe save that for me for later, huh?”

You didn’t want to save it for later.

“Maybe I’ll give you more than just—” he whispered, pounding you with his fingers, pressing the very tips pushing and rubbing against your g-spot with each thrust of his hand, “—these fingers.”

God, that made your thoughts fire off at a million per second. There was a part of you that hoped it wasn’t all bravado. You would willingly fuck him right here if you had the time, and you wanted Keigo to watch. You wanted him to get so jealous he’d seize you, with not a word spoken. You wanted Keigo to drag you away and give you another fucking after the one you hoped Touya might give you. You wanted him to get jealous—angry, even.

You were bucking and grinding against his hand in a rhythm that matched the beat of the song playing. Both fast and unrelenting as symbols clashed and a bass guitar held a steady throb you could feel through the speakers in the back.

“What I’d do to that tight cunt of yours if we had the time right now,” he breathed.

“Fuck,” you whined.

Touya chuckled lowly, your walls quivering around his fingers as his unrelenting pace showed no signs of slowing down now. You held on against the boiling pressure that sat in your pelvis, almost unbearable now as he continued to utter words that left you reeling for more and more.

“Oh,” he mused, “you like that, don’t you?” You simply nodded. If you opened your mouth now, nothing but lewd moans would escape. “The thing is,” he continued, confidence thick in his voice, “when I’m done with you, you won’t be wanting anyone else’s cock, let alone precious Keigo. No,” he stopped his finger fucking again, you hated him for it. “Your tight little hole will crave me and only me.”

He was sure of himself and that was part of his charm, it was incredibly sexy. You hated to admit that—actually—everything about Touya Todoroki was fucking sexy.

You enjoyed the way the words tumbled from his lips, each breath hitting your ear and sending shivers down your spine. Your thoughts filled with nothing but Touya’s cock. You didn’t even think of Keigo now as his fingers set to fucking you again.

“But edging you like this isn’t fair, is it, babe?” it was rhetorical, his fingers and slick words bringing you closer to a shocking climax. “I think I’ve wound you up tight enough, wouldn’t you say? Pity that it’s not my cock that’s buried deep inside that wet pussy, eh?”

You opted to remove your hand from Touya’s lap, although rather reluctantly after having pressed against an impressive package, and gripped his muscular bicep. Holding yourself together was no longer an option as your thighs began to quiver. Your grip on Touya tightened as you reached your summit.

“Fuck, Touya,” you hissed into his shoulder, careful to keep your volume down as you shuddered against your seat.

The pads of Touya’s fingers played against your soft spot, he was trying to coax a second wave of convulsions from you as the car now turned into the second parking lot of the night.

Time was up.

With little grace, Touya yanked his fingers from between your folds, lounging back in his own seat for the first time since he got in the car, which reluctantly forced you back into your own corner.

He smirked at you as he unceremoniously wiped his hands against his jeans.

“Maybe Keigo will let you play again soon, babe,” Touya said, loud enough for the men up front to hear him.

You didn’t care. You’d gotten an orgasm with none of the work, and fucking memorable one at that.

“We’ll have to see,” Keigo called back to him.

“She’s been such a good girl, Keigo,” Touya teased. He grabbed his crotch as he winked at you.

Keigo was silent as he pulled into a spot, you looked out of your window to see an edge of bushes and you smirked. You wondered if Keigo parked here on purpose. The thought made you giddy.

“Calm down, the night’s still young,” Keigo finally said, killing the engine. “We just have to go pick up the event tickets and the free drink stubs and we’re good to go. There’s plenty of time for all these antics later.”

“At least he was giving me attention,” you pouted.

“You know what your problem is?” Keigo said, releasing his seatbelt to look over his shoulder at you. “You’re too impatient.” You shrank back in your seat. He never scolded you in front of his friends. Playful or not, he was on a fine line with you now. Keigo reached for the door handle before he continued, “Touya and I’ll be back soon, maybe get some fresh air or something.”

Keigo heaved himself out of the car, closely followed by Touya. They both left unceremoniously, slamming their doors behind them so hard it shook the car with both you and Tomura still sat inside. You cursed all three of them under your breath.

“Fuckers,” you groaned and slammed your hand against the handle.

You eased yourself out of the car door, groaning as your knees almost gave way. You watched as Tomura closely followed you. You narrowed your eyes at him as you closed your own door before turning back to see the two traitors walk away.

You huffed. You’d have rather have been left alone with Touya again. Sure, he was sleazy but something about Tomura gave off weird vibes. You turned your back toward him, folding your arms across your chest as you watched Keigo and Touya over the roof of the car. They laughed and chatted as they walked.

“Arseholes,” you muttered under your breath, leaning your weight against the car door.

How could you not be frustrated at this point? The tables had turned and you were no longer the dangling carrot in front of their eyes. Somehow these men had gained the upper hand.

“Shit,” you cursed.

You gave no heed to Tomura who was, no doubt, tapping away on his phone. You couldn’t care any less.

Tomura was indeed on his phone but, unbeknownst to you, he was trying to get a certain recording. While you busied yourself cursing Keigo and Touya under your breath, Tomura had leaned against his own door, He didn’t need to extend his arm out that far to get a perfect view of your sodden underwear on the phone screen using the front-facing camera. He smirked and hit record. He took no notice of your grumblings, he couldn’t care any less for you either.

Tomura had already decided that you would be just an additional warm, wet hole for him. He wouldn’t be the giving type. He thought that Touya had been too good to you. He should’ve shown you your place, but no, he had a soft spot for you. Tomura did not.

He never would.

“Why are you so—“ you began, turning around only to find the camera pointed directly up your dress. “You’re a fucking creep, you know that right?” you hissed, missing as you swatting at his hand. “Get rid of that!”

“No,” he said casually, “I don’t think I will.”

You watched in horror as he held the screen up for you to see, pressing a button that saved it to the device.

“Fuck off,” you screeched, “and get rid of it, Tomura!”

He took a step toward you, holding onto your bicep when you tried to step backward. He was quick as he shoved the phone in the back pocket of his jeans, holding you with both hands now. He was strong, stronger than his thin body would have you believe. It unnerved you how forceful he was.

“No,” he told you, sternly. “Touya doesn’t get to the be only one who gets a fucking turn. I heard you moaning like a little bitch behind my seat. Fucking disgusting. He’s too soft on you, they both are—“

“You don’t know—“ you began to cut him off, but Tomura was having none of your attitude.

“They’re both too soft on you,” he simply continued, his impatience mounting in his voice. “A slut like you is only good for one of three things,” he laughed, it was a horrible, grating laugh, as he gripped your arms tighter. He was hurting you now. “You’ve got three holes, you sure as shit can use one of them for something other than mouthing off and giving me shit.”

You kept your mouth shut at that.

“You’ll want to keep that open,” he told you, letting go of you again to reach his phone out again. “I’m not interested in anything other than that mouth around my cock. Don’t act like you’re so against the idea.”

Your eyes fell to the phone in Tomura’s hand, you watched as he opened up his camera once again. You looked up at him, his scruffy light blue hair concealed most of his face as he looked down at you. But you could still see it concealed behind the shadows. His expression was so indifferent, it seemed like nothing more than a simple transaction for him. He wasn’t joking when he said he wasn’t interested in anything else, especially when it came to you.

“You’re really being that rude?” you asked, finally.

“Just get on your knees and shut up, for fuck sake,” he told you. He let go of your other arm to fiddle with the button on his jeans. It didn’t take him long to unhook it. “Well,” he urged, “go on. Keigo told us you were a good little pet, or are there different rules for me?”

You watched as his hand reached for the tab on the zip, he lifted the camera to your face. You felt uneasy.

“Weren’t you supposed to play ‘good girl’ tonight?” he remarked, catching your gaze. His crimson eyes were tired and bored.

You nibbled at your bottom lip absentmindedly. He was right. Fuck, you hated that. Tomura urged you downward with the hand he still held you with, squeezing you. You relented, kneeling on the concrete below. Your knees hurt, but they were the last thing on your mind as your eyes lay in perfect view of Tomura’s crotch.

“Jesus, I gotta do everything for you?” he said exasperatedly, rushing to unzip himself.

You meekly watched as he fiddled with his trousers. He seemed quite adept at relieving his cock from his jeans with just one hand. He reached beneath the loose band of his boxers, pulling his long, girthy cock out for you to see. You were visibly shocked at his size, gasping at how hard he was.

You almost felt guilty for underestimating him.

He didn’t care about your reaction, he just wanted you to open up. He held his cock in the crook between his thumb and his index finger. He widened his stance to get a better position to fuck your mouth with.

“Open up, doll,” he demanded, pressing the tip of his cock to your slightly parted lips.

You thought for a moment that, if you should do this, you would at least give him something worth recording. There was no doubt in your mind that this video would be shared with Keigo and Touya, a testament to his conquest and your obedience.

Fine.

You tilted your head up, ever so slightly, just enough to look at his camera through your long false eyelashes. You saw the twitch of a smirk play at the corner of his lips as you began to raise your right hand. Silently, you pressed your fingers around the ones that cupped the base of his cock; he licked his lips. He removed his hand, allowing you to lazily hold the base of his cock between the crook of your own thumb and index finger.

Tomura was quick to place his now free hand at the back of your head. Diligently, you opened your mouth, just wide enough to press your lips over the head of his cock. You heard Tomura grunt as you pressed your tongue against the tip, suckling gently as you did so. You felt his fingers comb through the back of your head. You felt his hand grip you tightly. You felt it wouldn’t be long before he was out of patience for your teasing.

You opened up wider but Tomura was too quick for you. You gagged against the intrusion in your mouth. You heard him quietly laugh as he pushed you against him, enough for you to make an audible noise, but not enough to choke you… yet.

“You can do better than that, can’t you?” he seemed agitated. “Show me how much of a good little cock queen you are, eh doll? Why don’t you show Keigo what he’s missing?”

Keigo. So, you were right, he was going to show them.

That was it.

You struggled against Tomura’s hand as you removed your mouth from his cock and looked up at him, past his camera and directly into his eyes.

“Yes, sir,” you told him, your voice thick and sultry.

He liked that; you felt his hard cock twitch between your fingers. Feeling oddly pleased, you opened your mouth up again, a little wider this time as you slid your mouth down as much of his length as you could. Your tongue worked away as you licked and suckled at his hard cock. You had to bring your other hand up to place on his thigh to steady yourself as your head bobbed with Tomura’s handy help.

“Good little doll,” he groaned. “That’s it, suck my fat cock.”

Your involuntary whimper took you by surprise, but it escaped your throat regardless. Tomura held back his own sound when he felt the vibration against him. He wasn’t about to give you that satisfaction just yet.

With every flick of your tongue against his sensitive tip, you felt his entire length twitch in your mouth. You braved taking him whole, breathing in deeply through your nose before bracing yourself. Tomura heard your deep breath and smirked, his hand tightened around your hair.

“Take all of it,” he told you, “go on, show everyone just how good you can be.”

Relaxing your jaw, you held his thigh tight and closed your eyes. Your hesitation wasn’t appreciated. Tomura grew impatient incredibly quickly.

“Let me help you.”

Tomura pushed your head forward without much pause for thought, using his grip on your hair to force you on and off his cock. Your initial reluctance had now made your mouth his personal fuck hole. You spluttered and gurgled against his force, his cock bouncing against the back of your throat.

“I wish it was that cunt of yours I was stretching wide instead of your mouth,” he groaned, “I bet you’d make a good cocksleeve.”

Both of your hands gripped tighter, your balance being thrown by his force—the hand that tightened on his cock made him groan—as you let yourself be used. Feeling the tears begin to sting at your eyes, you willed yourself not to let them fall but the juddering caused by Tomura was sure to force them to do so. Although you let yourself moan, it hurt when he hit the back of your throat over and over.

Tomura finally pulled you off him and tilted your head back to look up at the camera, spit and pre-cum dribbled from your swollen, pouted lips and down your chin. His smirk was just as sinful as the act itself.

“Ready for the final act?” he asked, although you were sure that whatever answer you gave, it wouldn’t have mattered. You nodded. “I can’t hear you, doll.”

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“No ‘sir’ this time?” he implored. You gulped. “At least be consistent with the act.”

“Y-yes, sir,” you stuttered.

Again, he was quick to direct you with the hold he had on your hair. You felt individual strands begin to pull. It stung. You furrowed your brow against the inconvenience and tried your best to move your head to where it needed to be. Loosening your grip on his cock a little, you moved to hold it with your full palm. When you attempted to wrap your fingers around it you found that, not unsurprisingly, you were unable to.

You began to move your hand forwards and backward along the length of his cock, ever so gently flicking your tongue against the very tip of his head. It was the first time you actually heard Tomura moan, it was low and breathy. You felt your clit thrum as the sound.

It wasn’t fair that his moans were so fucking pretty. You cursed yourself for the thoughts beginning to intrude your mind. The fact that his cock was huge and he elicited moans that made your cunt quiver shouldn’t be enough to make up for how much of a sleazy, gross bastard he was. Tomura began to roll his hips into you as you took the swollen head of his cock into your mouth.

“Suck that fucking cock,” he told you between the short moans that came with every flick of your tongue.

Obeying him, you began to stroke him at the same time as sucking him. You pushed your hand all the way back to the base of his cock, replacing it with your warm wet mouth as it went. Tomura groaned so low that you felt him vibrate against your tongue. You fought back against the overwhelming urge to whimper against him. You repeated your motions, gaining steady momentum. It seemed to satisfy Tomura, his cock twitching against your roaming tongue.

“Use that whore mouth of yours to make me cum,” he urged. “Come on, doll, don’t be shy now.”

You hummed your affirmation against his cock as you lifted your gaze toward the camera. You pressed your hand flat against his pelvis, holding the base of his cock—once again—in crook between your thumb and index finger. Your head bobbed frantically, Tomura’s grip on your hair had lessened now that you were doing such a good job at pleasing him. You felt his cock tense and quiver as you kept your unyielding pace.

“Yes,” he hissed.

Tomura’s hips bucked ever so slightly, pushing the tip of his cock to the back of your throat. His movements were uncoordinated, he was close, and you were kind enough to gently squeeze the base of his cock as you sucked. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself against the abuse the back of your throat was about to receive as you enthusiastically took him whole.

“Fuck,” he moaned and his legs faltered. “You better fucking swallow.”

You whimpered against the tip of his cock as it threatened to slip beyond your uvula. With the way Tomura gripped you tightly once more, it was a looming possibility. You loosened your jaw, unrelenting as you gave your final few pushes and pulls, sucking harder on his engorged cock as you felt the veins beneath pulse with his orgasm.

“Gonna—Gonna cum,” his moan was long and drawn out, his fist pushed your head as far against his cock as he was able. You didn’t have the room to even gag against him as his cock infiltrated the back of your throat. “Take it. Take it all, doll,” he told you, his voice was raspy and breathy but all you heard was ringing in your ears. “show everyone what a good cum dumpster you are for me.”

Tomura’s body convulsed.

“F-fuck,” he breathed. He sounded almost desperate.

All you could do now was try to relax your throat as much as you possibly could. Tomura began to tremble as he to tumbled over the edge, his orgasm close. He groaned, an echo in your ears before he gave one final thrust against your abused throat.

You fought the urge to wretch as his salty hot cum had nowhere else to go but down your throat. Your knuckles on the hand that held onto Tomura’s thigh had turned white. Your brow furrowed with your tightly clenched eyes as you gave a betraying whimper as he milked himself against the tight squeeze of your throat. You liked—and even enjoyed—being used a lot more than you cared to admit, and Tomura had clearly hit a spot for you, your underwear becoming sodden once again.

Tomura was rough with you as he pulled you off his now softening cock. The jolt shocked you enough for your arms to limply fall to your sides. You began to cough and splutter.

Tomura looked down at you. Your red face looked so pretty on the camera, your swollen lips glistened with spit and the last dribbles of his cum. He smirked when you opened your mouth for him to see. He didn’t even have to ask “when did you become such an obedient little slut?” The thought alone threatened to release a whimper.

Tomura finally relieved your hair of his grip. You cautiously watched out of the corner of your eye as he brought his hand to your face. He pressed his thumb against your lip, wiping away what was no doubt his own cum.

“Good girl,” were his final words before he brusquely put his phone away in his back pocket again before shuffling himself back into his boxers and jeans. “Clean yourself up,” he ordered, “they’re coming back. We’ll have to do this again sometime.”

He was callous, you growled, but the fluttering in your pelvis cheated your negative thoughts about him. But surely, that was enough to get Keigo’s attention? You’d been so riled up, all you wanted him to do when he saw you was to pin you against the car and fuck you there. You didn’t care if his friends watched. Your cheeks flushed, you really were enjoying this far more than you thought.

You had no idea you were that needy.

“How many did they give you?” you heard Tomura ask. Keigo and Touya were definitely back.

“One for each ticket,” Keigo responded, how dare he sound bored.

You peered over the lip of the passenger’s side window to see the trio standing together. You would have to make the walk of shame at one point or another. You took a deep breath and hoisted yourself up. You were clearly dishevelled, your hair more akin to a rat’s nest after Tomura had had his way with you. You looked down at your battered knees and sighed, your stockings were already torn. Great.

You did your best to smooth your hair and straighten your dress but it was a pointless endeavour when you noticed Tomura pulling out his phone. He was quick, you had to give it to him. You watched as the men huddled around him like a flock of ducks around a square of bread. You tried to watch for any change in Keigo’s expression; either he was indifferent or he was very good at hiding how he truly felt. Knowing him for as long as you had, you surmised that it might be the latter.

But he was doing such a damn fine job at it and that pissed you off. Where was his stern looks, his tight grasps and tugs? Where was the insanely jealous man you knew him to be? He could be in agreement to this whole ménage à quatre but that shouldn’t stop him from wanting to ravage you, surely?

Fuck him and his friends.

Making your way around the car, making your presence known by your exasperated huffs, you stood between Keigo and Tomura. Keigo gave you a glace before stepping away from the phone. Tomura so courteously locked the screen and put it back in his pocket, but not before hearing your own voice on the speaker.

“Aww,” Touya groaned, “spoilsport.”

“I’ll send it to you later,” Tomura told him with a wink. “It’s a good one.”

“I bet it is,” Keigo leered, his golden eyes were glistening.

The three men talked about you like you weren’t standing mere inches away from them. You noticed Keigo held all the tickets and drink stubs in one hand. The corner of your lips twitched but you vigilantly kept your mischievous smirk at bay. You took no note of whatever conversation the men were having, you were waiting for your opportunity to strike.

You waited until Keigo turned his head to Touya before you struck out your hand, grabbing the tickets and stubs like a deadly viper. Their conversation stopped dead.

“What’re you doing?!” Touya exclaimed, watched helplessly as you let three single tickets fall to the ground.

“Fuck you guys,” you told them. “Keigo should be the one giving me all this attention,” you finally spat, “and there’s not a hint of—”

Touya bellowed a laugh, cutting you off.

“Hot stuff wants her little man to whisk her away from big mean Touya and Tomura?” he mocked. “Those sweet little noises you made for me beg to differ.” He watched you turn on your heel, definitely. “Touya! Touya!” he began to make crude moans.

“I’ll enjoy the free drinks, boys!” you called back to them, stomping as you made your way to join the throngs of other people making their way toward the entrance. “Try harder next time, Touya,” you rang, “you’re good, but not that good.”

Touya’s jaw hung open as Keigo and Tomura simply laughed. It wasn’t often Touya was knocked down a peg, but that had certainly caught him off guard.

“Bitch,” he breathed.

“She’s good,” Tomura remarked. “She got you.”

Keigo turned his head slightly to watch as you walked away. The way in which you deliberately swayed with each and every step was inviting but you’d made it clear just how pissed off you were. While he appreciated the view, he had to fight against every instinct to not run after you. His lip began to quiver at the thought of his friends having their way with you. He was jealous—of course, he was, but not showing it had been all part of the game—most importantly, he had to make sure you knew you were his. The fire in his stomach roared with an unfathomable lust for control over you—your body, your orgasms, maybe even the air you breathed.

It was a thought that would stay with him all evening. A thought that would grow and grow until he might be able to steal you away. All for himself. After all, while Touya and Tomura got to have playtime with you—his pet—you would always be completely, wholly his.

----

The festival grounds were buzzing with people and excitement. You’d already spent some time listening to the live bands and partaking in unintelligible conversations with far too many people who were a lot more drunk than you were. You wouldn’t recommend it.

You’d stormed off in a mood. Was it childish? You supposed it might have been but, in that moment, you didn’t care. And only now were you starting to calm down. An hour away from the three men had given you some time to think and take full advantage of the free drinks. Whether or not it was the alcohol in your system, you were beginning to think you were too harsh. Why else would Keigo not have chased after you? Was this all part of their little game, because if it was, you had no time for it anymore.

It didn’t help that you had gotten so worked up while giving your attention to Tomura. God, you felt desperate.

Clearing your throat, and your mind of thoughts, you looked down at the remaining drink stub in your hand. You looked up at the small pop-up bar in front of you and sighed.

“Fuck them,” you muttered, placing yourself at the back of the queue.

You often found yourself looking around for the trio, wondering whether or not Keigo would come to find you. Feeling the threat of tears sting at your eyes, you cursed the amount of alcohol you’d consumed, paying for a single shot with a ticket and buying a second with cash. You’d already had six in total, but one more wouldn’t hurt, right?

It didn’t matter that you were already stumbling on your feet, as was everyone else around you.

Festivals bring out the best and worst of people, and with the copious amount of alcohol and the atmosphere that came with the solstice. You had witnessed couples—and even random hook-ups—with hands all over each other wherever you’d gone. It wasn’t fair. By now you should have been getting fucked senseless by Keigo, not moping in line waiting for even more sad juice. You furrowed your brow; it was their fault. None of this had gone to plan—in your eyes, anyway.

----

Unbeknownst to you, Tomura and Touya had spent the last hour trying to negotiate with their best friend. After you had taken away their free first drinks, they had to pay their own way. Marginally less drunk than you were, they hadn’t made it far past the front entrance.

“This is all your fault,” Keigo told Touya, his words only slightly slurred despite the amount of alcohol the three of them had consumed.

“What do you mean?” he asked incredulously.

“’Pretend you’re not jealous,’ he says. ‘She’ll be sooo hot for it,’ he says,” Keigo mimicked Touya, who gave a grimace. “Why do I fucking listen to you two idiots?”

“This has nothing to do with me,” Tomura piped up, eyes glued to his phone.

“You mean besides throat fucking my girlfriend?” Keigo stated. “I’m so stupid,” he continued, “I bet that’s why she’s so pissed off. Shit.”

Touya and Tomura exchanged looks.

“There’s so much more to your little pet than you let on,” Touya was smirking. “You think she would hate-fuck me?”

“I don’t think it would be a hate-fuck with the noises she was making,” Tomura interjected.

“Fuck you guys, this wasn’t part of the game,” Keigo groaned. He brought his palms to his face and rubbed at his tired, drunk eyes. “I should be out there with her,” he gestured vaguely to the festival grounds in front of them, “not stuck here with you two.”

Keigo watched as his friends meekly took sips of their drinks. He narrowed his eyes at them.

“See you later then, I guess,” Touya shrugged.

Tomura simply mimicked the sound of a cracking whip followed by a meow, Keigo watched as Touya struggled not to laugh.

“I fucking hate you guys sometimes, you know that, right?” he grumbled, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Love you too, boo,” Touya blew him a kiss and winked.

Keigo was seething now as he turned on his heel. Before taking a step, he looked over his shoulder, “good luck finding the shortcut back to the cabins on your own, boys.”

“You mean we’re not getting back in the car?” Touya asked. Surely Keigo was joking.

“Good luck!” were his final parting words.

----

You exerted way more concentration than you needed to as you made your way to a safe area to sit and drink. Your eyes were focused so hard on the drinks—making sure not a drop spilled—that you almost knocked into several other people. You simply muttered your apologies and continued on your way, albeit still very slowly.

When your boots finally made it to an undisturbed patch of grass you looked back forth between the two plastic cups and contemplated. It didn’t take much thought to throw one of them back and down your gullet. It didn’t have the same burn as the previous few drinks. Gentle warmth filled your stomach. You began fiddling with the empty cup, trying to carefully slot the full cup into it. You began cursing under your breath as your vision began to double. You refused to spill a single drop.

That was until a strong hand gripped your bicep.

“Fuck off, ass—“

You turned your head to see the familiar face of your boyfriend, his cheeks were flushed.

“There you are,” he said, trying to catch his breath.

You were taken aback when he abruptly pulled you toward him.

“Keigo, my drink!” you cried, watching your precious drink spill over the rim.

Keigo grabbed your drink with his free hand and knocked it back in one fell swoop.

“My drink.”

You looked at him in amazement. How dare he take back a drink that might well have been his to begin with.

“Where are the other two?” you asked, your eyes scanning behind him for any sign of Touya or Tomura.

“This doesn’t concern them anymore,” he told you, his voice low.

You felt a twinge in your abdomen as he squeezed your arm just a little too tight. He said nothing as he turned, pulling you by the arm. Stunned, you could do nothing but stumble as you tried to keep up with him.

“What are you doing?” you asked, heading back toward the entrance. “Where are we—“

“Privacy,” he shot. “C’mon.”

He was forceful as he tugged your arm. You felt flush with anticipation.

“Oh,” you began, “so now you give a shit.”

Keigo responded with an exasperated sigh.

“That wasn’t it,” he growled. “Touya was all… it doesn’t fucking matter. They’re idiots.”

“But wasn’t all this your idea?” you chided.

“Our idea,” he corrected, you felt him give you a squeeze, “this was all of us and it was stupid.”

You had noticed that the crowds became less and less dense as Keigo drew you along. He pulled you up to the temporary welcome booth. The place was a ghost town, now desolate at this—technically early—hour. You were finally alone together.

“Of course I gave a shit,” he did sound angry. “It was hot, yeah—“ he gave a chuckle, but it felt strained, “—but you’re mine.”

“Then show it, Keigo,” you told him.

“I told you—“ he cut himself off before he exploded.

You stumbled forward. Keigo’s strides were far longer than yours, impatient, as he hauled you around the back of the hut. He really did mean privacy. Shadows cast from the lights of the grounds made it impossible for you to see the ground beneath you as he brought you to a stop.

Before your eyes had time to adjust to the dim light, Keigo had already turned around. You heard the ground crunch beneath him as he moved. You tried desperately to search for his face in the darkness as both of his hands held your arms tight.

He was silent as he guided you a step backward, your back bracing contact with the hard exterior of the hut. You could smell the musk of the heat-damaged wood as Keigo locked you in place. He removed his hold on you to reach for the hem of your jacket, you caught a glimmer in his eye as his face came toward you.

“I thought you’d like it,” you told him meekly.

“Seeing you have a good time,” he began, you felt one of his hands reach behind your head, “sure.” He leaned closer, his hand gripped your hair and his mouth was close to your ear. He didn’t have to raise his voice more than a whisper for you to hear him. “But I couldn’t help thinking it should’ve been me,” you swore is sounded like a whine. He pressed his lips to your neck before he continued.

“But you behaved yourself, right, as promised?” He yanked on your hair, pulling your head back abruptly. Electricity shot through your veins when he brushed his teeth against your exposed neck. “So now it’s my turn,” he was trying his best to compose himself.

You were both trembling, whether you wanted to admit it or not. You had both waited for the union all evening, whether you’d been pissed off at him or not, that didn’t matter. Not when he sank his teeth into your flesh. Your hands reached for the fastenings of his jeans as a staggered moan escaped your lips.

Your fingers fumbled impatiently while Keigo gently suckled on your tender skin. It took all your concentration to open the single button. You breathed his name as one of his wandering hands came between your legs. You heard Keigo chuckle—deep and breathy—against your neck when your hips impulsively widened.

“Eager aren’t we,” he exhaled. As if he wasn’t just as ferociously needy as you.

“I’ve waited long enough,” you whined.

He hummed against your neck and you whimpered. God, nothing and no one could compare to his touch, the sounds he made, the way your bodies moved in tandem with each other. Nothing would ever come close.

When his teeth broke contact with your skin, it tingled when the still slightly warm air hit the bruising surface. Keigo rested his hand on your inner thigh as you squirmed beneath him, but he was kind enough to relent his grip, only ever so slightly, on your hair as he lifted his face to gaze into your eyes.

Somewhat adjusting to the darkness of your surroundings, you saw just how heavy his eyes were, how bloomed his pupils were with a mixture of desire and alcohol. As you held your gaze with him, you finally unzipped his trousers. He simply smirked as you peeled them open, gently tugging them down so you could relieve him of his boxers.

You whined and swayed your hips, anything to get him to move his hand further up your thigh. Your body was practically vibrating.

“Now, now,” he cooed. You felt the grip on your hair tighten again as his face got closer, “use your words.”

Your heart fluttered when Keigo gently nibbled at your bottom lip. Your mouth hung agape and your arms returned to your side. It was the perfect target for him and it took you by surprise. Nothing but the stuttering of the first syllable of his name tumbled from your lips as you searched desperately for words.

The hand that held onto the flesh of your inner thigh squeezed while he untangled his fingers from your hair. You breathed a slight sigh of relief as the caught strands began to untangle themselves. But it wasn’t long before that empty hand was somewhere else, quick to clutch your jaw between his thumb and index finger.

“Look at me,” he demanded. It was impossible not to. “Use that pretty voice and beg for it,” he continued. He was firm, but there was always an air of playfulness to his tone.

You held your gaze while his hand travelled the last few inches up your thigh. He waited patiently for you to find your words, but you were breathless as he cupped your mound with his palm. You feared you’d lose your eyes in the back of your head as you began to rock your hips against him. Letting go of your chin, he allowed you to rest the back of your head against the wood behind you, allowing you to enjoy the feeling for just a moment.

“C’mon, baby,” he chided and moved his hand away.

“Keigo, please,” you whined, your voice strained against your short breath. Your hips had a mind of their own as they searched for a hand that was no longer there.

“That’s not good enough,” he told you.

You lifted your head to watch as he took his hard cock in his hand, biting your lip as he began to lazily stroke it. His other hand came to rest on your thigh. Your hands instinctively reached for his dishevelled blond hair and you pulled his face to meet you. Keigo’s lips upturned into a smirk as he played with the hem of your dress, slowly rolling it up as you felt the hand at his cock quicken.

“Say it,” he demanded again, the hem of your dress now just above a modest level.

Your breath caught in your throat between whines and moans as his fingers brushed the gentle curve of your ass. But you still said nothing, not even as he lowered his head to rest his own cheek against yours. You felt unable to say anything as his hot breathy moans filled your ears, as he fucked his hand against you. The head of his cock rested against your rather exposed inner thigh, so close to where you wanted him to be.

“Don’t you want this big, fat cock,” he breathed.

A strangled cry escaped your throat at his words and your knees felt like they could buckle beneath you. Keigo squeezed your ass tight.

“Yes,” you whined.

“Then tell me,” he growled. His fingers wandered to the hem of your underwear, desperate to feel the wet warmth of your hole as he fiddled with the material. You were already so wet and ready. “Tell me how desperately you want me to fuck that tight little hole of yours,” his breaths were as heavy and uneven as yours as he spoke, and it sent shivers down your spine. A needy moan flowed free of your lips. “Tell me how much you need me.”

“Keigo, please,” you cried. “I want you.” You bucked and whined. “I need you.”

His chuckle was a low rumble against your ear as he adjusted himself accordingly. Your hands found their way to his neck as he exposed your needy cunt and pressed the head of his cock against your opening.

Keigo brought his head up to look at you, your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck as you gazed into his eyes.

“Yeah?” he whispered, you felt his hand push against your thigh, to lift your leg. Teasing you as he brushed the head of his cock up and down your open slit.

You steadied yourself as he raised your leg around him, bracing yourself between Keigo and the wooden structure behind you. You kept your eyes steadied on him as your chest rose and fell with your unsteady breaths.

“Fuck me, Keigo,” you told him, your voice cracking.

“Good girl,” he groaned as the head of cock slipped past your folds.

A soft hiss left his lips as he pushed against you. It took all his strength not to rut against you but to ease his way in. Removing his hand for more room, he gave another gentle push. A languid moan fell from your lips as he slowly filled you, inch by teasing inch. Your needy walls fluttered around him, wantonly.

Keigo grunted with his final push, almost losing his footing as his hand slipped to hold the crook of your knee. He held you close to him as he pressed a heavy palm against the wood behind you. It landed with a dull thud.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his cock pulling out as he rolls his hips, “so fucking—” you cried out when he thrust deep, “—ready.”

You awkwardly tried to shift your weight with him but your attempts to pull him in deeper were futile with the way he had you pinned.

“Keigo,” you whined, frustrated with your efforts.

“Is this not enough for you?” he teased, pulling out just enough to make you keen. “Didn’t get enough attention earlier, huh?”

“I just wanted you,” the words tumbled from your lips before they left your thoughts. Keigo growled, his hips betrayed him, bucking at your words, pushing into you. “I just want you.”

They were words he wanted to hear.

Keigo pressed his forehead against yours, trembling as he rolled his hips, squeezing the flesh of your thigh as he slowly began to build momentum. You felt his cock twitch with every fluttering sound that dripped from your lips, every time your cunt quivered, and your hips gently swayed with him.

Grunting, his hand found its way to your ass where he held on firmly, followed by his other hand. Keigo was careful as he lifted you, holding you against him before he found his footing. He paused for a moment, catching his breath as he adjusted himself. You held onto his shoulders, pulling him close as all your weight pushed down on him.

“I want you to be thinking about nothing but me,” he growled, his voice beginning to break as his thrusts gained momentum.

“Nothing but you,” you repeated, whining and broken as he bounced you up and down on his length.

“Then cum for me, baby,” he drawled. “Cum on my cock.”

He was deliberate with his movements, rolling your hips back for you as he lifted you, pulling them forward as he brought you back down. Your head knocked against the wooden support, crying out his name as he guided and used you, lost in the swelling waves of pleasure with each deep thrust. He moaned when your walls tightened, and your body began to shudder.

“That’s it,” he hummed.

You tried so desperately to hold onto him as his hands moved downward, enough to hold you in place. You gasped sharply as he widened your legs, pinning you. You felt dizzy when he bottomed out against you, the sharp push against your cervix jolted you to attention.

“You’re mine,” he growled, your eyes locked.

You whimpered beneath your breath.

“Say it,” he ordered, it made your entire body quake. “Say you’re mine.”

For a moment, teetering on the edge of orgasm, your mouth made the shapes, but the words were nowhere to be found. As if to tease you further, he lifted you enough to feel the head of his cock brush against the sensitive raise of your g-spot. You clenched.

“I’m yours!” you wailed, buckling beneath the pressure.

“That’s right, baby,” he responded, each syllable met with a sloppy thrust.

Your cries were incoherent babble, you saw stars as you clenched your eyes, as you felt yourself come undone. Keigo didn’t relent as you convulsed, cumming as he gained new drive in the sloppy mess between your legs.

Whining his name, you pulled his head to your neck. You felt the vibration of a hum against your skin.

“Take it all,” he moaned, breathlessly. “Take my cock,” a strangled groan interrupted his sentence as he rutted into you, desperately trying to regain his focus as his hips began to buck.

“Cum for me, Keigo,” you purred, your fingers entwined in his hair.

The sound he made every nerve in your body thrum, trembling with ecstasy as he moaned your name with one final thrust. You felt his body heave against you, hungrily kissing your neck as he pulled you closer. His whispers of sweet nothings fell upon deaf ears as he filled you up, his hot cum painted your walls, finally claiming you as his. It felt like bliss.

Gently releasing one of your legs, and helping you find your footing, you winced. You hip felt like it had locked into place with the force he’d exerted. Keigo gave a breathless laugh as you felt his hand against your cheek. He didn’t need to ask you to look at him as he held your cheek in his palm, gently brushing at your sweat-soaked skin with the pad of his thumb.

You smiled at him; a dumb, fucked-out smile.

“You’ll always be mine.”

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I HAD TO DRAW THIS THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD FUCKING READ AND I KINDA HOPE IT HAPPENS IN GAME NOW ASDFGH--

Another Discord short story. I’ll dub it “Jaws of the Gator.” It’s based off of this screenshot. Enjoy!

“CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE COMPLETED HOLE 13! ON YOUR WAY TO THE NEXT HOLE!” The prerecorded Montgomery voice line cheered.

“Finally,” Gregory sighed, “Another hole down.”

He looked down at his mini golf club before gazing up at his guardian.

“Do we really have to play all the holes, Glamrock Freddy?” Gregory innocently inquired, “I mean...shouldn’t we find a way out of here?”

Glamrock Freddy looked down at the young boy with a quiet expression.

“This is our way out, little one,” he solemnly explained, “Monty’s AI is linked to this place, and given that he is after us...he’s trapped us in here. The only way out is to play his game.”

He paused and placed his hand on Gregory’s head.

“I’m sorry again that this is happening to you...” his deep voice rumbled, “No child should go through this.”

Gregory shook his head and smiled.

“Nah, it’s okay!” He exclaimed, but still tried to keep his voice down, “Besides, mini golf is awesome! This is the most fun I’ve had in years! Let’s go to the next hole!”

Freddy let out a soft chuckle. It warmed his insides to see his innocence not be tainted by the cruelties of this night. Gregory soon dashed ahead of him to the next hole, giggling with joy. Freddy quickly followed behind.

“C’mon Freddy,” Gregory called out, “I think the next hole is through Monty’s mouth!”

“I’m coming, Gregory, I’m coming!” Freddy replied with a happy tone, looking around for any dangers, “Just keep your voice down...”

“Right, sorry,” The young boy hushed to a whisper.

Freddy and Gregory soon made their way to Monty’s mouth. Gregory gasped at the sight that laid before him. He was standing on the tongue of Montgomery Gator! Well, inside a ginormous head of him, at least. The head lead to more lush forest filled with ball pits and neon-lit RVs. And in the distance, a massive hologram of the alligator himself dancing with his guitar.

“Wow!” Gregory’s eyes gleamed with amazement, “This is so coooooollll!”

Gregory sharply turned with excitement to Freddy. The boy rushed to the bear and hugged him tightly.

“I never want to leave! Never!”

Freddy slowly hugged him in return. He would be lying to himself if he didn’t want to have the boy not leave either. There was a bond growing, and Freddy just couldn’t shake the feeling of keeping the boy happy, warm, loved, and safe. Something, just earlier today, he didn’t see was given by the boy’s own parents. Someone needs to be there for the boy, someone like him.

“Gregory....” Freddy gently picked up the boy, “I need to tell you something...”

Gregory cocked his head, “What is it, Freddy?”

“Gregory...” Freddy began compassionately, “I want you to know that I see you as a so—“

“HAVING A NICE TIME, FREDDY?!” A angry voice boomed.

Freddy tensed up. His grip on Gregory tightened as well as he hopelessly looked around for the source of the voice. It sounded so close, yet so far away. It seemed to surround the two.

“SO GOOD TO HAVE THE TRAITOR RIGHT IN MY GRASP!” The deep voice snarled.

Freddy could feel Gregory tremble like a leaf. Whimpers started to shutter out of his mouth.

“Freddy,” he shook, “What’s going on?”

“Be still, little one...” the bear animatronic gently held the boy’s head close to his shoulder, “I’ll handle this...”

Glamrock Freddy raised his head, his expression filled with determination.

“You have no right to call me a traitor, Montgomery!” He yelled back into the golf course.

“Ooooohhhh, but I DO, Fazbear...” Monty’s voice hissed, “You went against our programming! You betrayed our band! You betrayed Van—“

“She was going to kill him, Montgomery!” Freddy roared, “She was gonna kill him! I had to save him! I have to protect him! That is our programming and you know it!”

Montgomery let out a deep cackle. It echoed throughout the golf course.

“Oh Freddy...” he growled, “How stupid do you think I am? While I am aware of our previous, pathetic programming...I know this thing with you and the boy goes way deeper than simple numbers..”

Freddy paused. He felt himself shrink back. He was speechless.

The bear animatronic felt a sudden little hand on his shoulder. Freddy turned to face Gregory, who was bearing a small smile. Freddy couldn’t help but gently smile back.

“HA!” Monty snickered, “That right there just proves my point! You’ve grown soooooffftt, Freddyyyy! Vanny is right, you need to suffer for your treachery! And the boy will suffer with you!”

“F-Freddy,” Gregory whimpered, “I-I’m scared....”

“I-I’m here, don’t worry...” Freddy gently rubbed Gregory’s back.

“SUFFER AT JAWS OF DEATH!” Monty howled.

There a loud hiss. Metal groaned around them. Gregory yelped as he was suddenly dropped from Freddy’s hug. Landing on the massive plastic tongue, Gregory could feel it rumbling. He could feel the entire set of jaws quickly closing in. Monty was going to crush him and Freddy! The sharp teeth grew closer and closer. Gregory curled up in fear and waited for the sharp pain!

Nothing.

He waited.

Nothing.

He waited some more.

Still nothing.

No pain. No quick release of death.

Gregory slowly creaked his eyes open, both out of confusion and curiosity. However, his eyes snapped open at the sight in front of him.

Glamrock Freddy was towering over him, a gritted and slightly painful look on his face. Low growls escaped his teeth as he pressed his strength up against the roof of the mouth. He was struggling.

Really struggling.

“FREDDY!!!” Gregory screamed.

Gregory saw Freddy’s mouth move, but couldn’t hear what he said the first time.

“go....” the bear whispered a second time.

Gregory gave a perplexed, fearful look.

“Wh...what?” He whispered.

“GO!!” Freddy exploded.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Gregory scuttled foreword. Grabbing his golf club, he made his way out of the trembling, gator mouth.

Freddy, all the while, tried to move forward to join the little boy, but his back and arms started to hiss and crack...

Freddy could feel cries of pain escape his jaws. Creaks and croaks snapped from his arms. Giant teeth started to dig into his shoulder blades. Them scratching away at his paint was like clawing at human skin. All that was missing was the blood.

“Gah...!!” Freddy winced as a tooth pierced his left shoulder pad.

Hissing through his teeth, Glamrock Freddy tried to walk foreword towards the exit of the mouth. It was too much, though. The tight space, the heaviness on his back, shoulders, and arms. The teeth burrowing deeper into his glossy shell. It was like Freddy was Atlus and this giant alligator mouth was the whole world.

The bear let go of the roof of the mouth. He collapsed on his hands and knees in over-exhaustion. All his circuit boards were screaming at him to move, but he suddenly felt too heavy to move.

CCCRRRRAACCKK!!!

As if the whole universe came crashing down him, the giant Monty head’s upper jaw slammed itself onto Glamrock Freddy’s back. Freddy felt his body tense up in pain. A few chips of his shell scattered in front of him. Using the last of his strength and his back, he continued to hold the mouth open just the slightest bit. Outside the rows of teeth were two little legs. Gregory’s legs.

“Good...” Freddy whispered in pain, “he...made it..out..”

Glamrock Freddy mustered up the ability to look up to the upper fake gums of the mouth. He closed his eyes in thought.

“I’m sorry, little one...” he groaned, “I’m sorry I can’t be there for you for the rest of the night...but...the show is over for me..”

And with that, Freddy only waited for the jaws of Monty to fulling close on him.

creeeaaakkkkk!

Freddy slowly looked up. Squinting his eyes at the slowly growing light, he could see those two little legs with a golf club. Those legs quickly knelt down to show a tiny, round face with messy brown hair.

Gregory.

Freddy wanted to scream at the boy to get back, but he was mesmerized into silence. He watched the round eyes of the boy. Focused. Serious. Constantly looking around. This boy was on a mission.

On his stomach, Gregory crawled forward with his golf club still in hand. He and Freddy were about arms reach away from each other. Gregory took his mini golf club and stood it up. He wiggled it around, letting out grunts of frustration and anxiety as he did. It was if he was trying to get it stuck between the upper and lower jaw. He was so focused that he spoke not a word to Freddy for what seemed like forever. All the while, the jaws’ metallic groans grew louder and louder.

“Gregory!!” Freddy finally called out to the boy, his voice being slightly hidden by the loudness of the jaws, “What are you doing?! This is too dangerous for y—“

“I’m not leaving you behind, Freddy!” Gregory shouted in response, “We pinkie promised to be there for each other, and those are unbreakable, ya know?!”

Glamrock Freddy felt himself again taken aback by the boy’s kind yet loud words. He only felt that promise was one sided, but that must have been his guardian, paternal side blinding his better judgement. This child had a heart of gold, of course he was gonna look out for his guardian. Just as much as his guardian looked out for him.

“There!” Gregory yelled, releasing his now vertical golf club, “I got it!”

He eyed up the golf club one final time to make sure it was properly stuck. It was shaking, even breaking and bending a bit, but slowly enough to by them some time.

Gregory then looked over at his now freed guardian, who was staring at him with fearful and worried eyes.

“Let’s get you out of here!” Gregory shouted.

“It’s too tight to open my chest cavity,” Freddy warned, “Can you crawl your way out of here?!”

Gregory quickly nodded. It was obvious the lad was trying to keep his composure. Freddy could tell that the boy was struggling to keep it together. He then came up with an idea. It would be painful, but anything to keep the boy safe. Gregory slightly gasped as the massive animatronic grabbed him. He felt oddly safe under the robot’s arm.

“Freddy?” Gregory asked in concern and confusion, “I can crawl backwards! You don’t have to carry me!”

“Yes I do! I have to get you out of here and keep you safe!” the bear hastily replied.

The boy couldn’t argue with that logic.

Keeping a tight grip on Gregory, Glamrock Freddy continued to crawl towards the opening of the mouth. It was so close, yet so far. Every part of his was numb, yet crying out to move faster and faster.

Gregory let out a sigh of relief as they felt the pressure of the jaw leave them as they scraped their way out of the mouth walkway. He looked up at Freddy. Freddy looked weak and exhausted. If he could sweat, he’d be dripping in it. Gregory could tell by just his expression. He looked so, so tired.

snap!

Almost in unison, the duo turned their heads back towards the giant mouth in dreaded fear.

The gold club broke.

Without even thinking, Freddy scampered to his feet. Opening his chest cavity and shoving the child inside, Freddy felt them somersault down the ramp. The ground rumbled angrily as Monty’s giant mouth finally came to close.

Freddy rolled into his back and slightly sat up. He pressed his hand against his chest, signaling to Gregory that it’s not safe to come out yet. His core mechanism were ticking fast and loudly now. Freddy watched in fearful relief as the giant alligator’s let out clouds of angry steam. The giant head’s eyes also flared an livid red, really showing that Monty and this golf course really were connected.

The head suddenly started making a repetitive clicking noise. Freddy let out a noise similar to a gasp and scooted back, still keeping his hand flat on his chest. He watched with careful eyes as the jaws of of the alligator started opening up again to their original position: a cheerful yet frightening smile.

Glamrock Freddy sat there in that tense position for a few moments.

Watching.

Waiting.

Listening.

A light, quiet, jazzy jingle played over the speakers. Some rushing water splashed in the distance. It was quiet. Peacefully yet eerily quiet.

Freddy’s shoulders melted with relaxation.

“This is as good as it’s gonna get...” Freddy lowered his hand from his chest, “We’re okay, little one...”

He clicked open his chest cavity and pulled it wide open. The young boy jumped out onto the soft, velvety carpet. He looked up at Freddy with quiet yet hopeful eyes.

“Let’s continue our game, shall we?” Freddy said with a calm smile.

Gregory grinned in response. That big smile was all Freddy needed to make the pain go away.

#reblog #nemi scribbles #five nights at freddys #fnaf security breach #glamrock freddy #fanart #fnaf fanart #electric love #like holy shit this story was so damn good #the SUSPENSE #and then gregory and freddy being cute af #its too good

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