#tw:watersports

[yuichi-ro]

jinpachi ego x fem!Reader

cw: third perosn POV, plus size!Reader, sub!Reader, dom!Ego, established relationship, watersports, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, cervix fucking, creampie, multiple orgasms, unedited word count: 2k

𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙠, 𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨 𝘿𝙉𝙄

With a grin curling itself on his face as each finger swished in tandem against the velvety walls of her spasming core, Jinpachi couldn't help lick his lips at the sight. Held before him, not in his palm but writhing on his fingers as they stirred emotions and pleasure from her in a single get go. He kept his greed close to him as his ego grew in size at the mere pathetic sight standing above him. A firm grip on her thigh to stabilize her erratic hips from moving too far away from him. He would decide when she could move. And when she'd experience pure bliss.

"Is that all?" He tone short, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose only to shift on his face when he looked up at her, "Well?" A forceful thrust into her core meant the woman's moan was ripped from her lips before she even realized it. A beautiful noise but not the answer he was looking for.

"No no no! It's not-" Her breathing hitched when both pads of his fingers pressed towards the back near her cervix in a total one eighty of how he had them. Those longer fingers long since tapping away at the keyboard in front of him. Now wrapped in comfort and warmth as he took his time fingering her up to this point of insanity. Sending a shiver right up her spine leading to her needing to grip his shoulders for dear life when her legs wanted to give out on her. Half lidded eyes shrouded in nothing but pure animalistic pleasure were cast down on him as he slowed his fingers and she was able to get another few words in, "Your- Fuck- I have to pee- You keep-"

Not an ounce of hesitation in his fluid motions. Those fingers that ravaged her core once again made the woman above him form a death grip on his shoulders and wiggle her hips as she so clearly struggled to stay standing on her feet above him like such. Crooked grin on his face Jinpachi leaned in and licked up the stretch marks on her thigh before slowing his fingers again, "You'll piss yourself? All over my hand like this? Over my fingers? Please-" His smile curled up to his ears and without warning he twisted his wrist so those same finger pads that had brushed against her cervix now threatened the very spot that would make her warning a reality, "Don't give me such an ego boost."

His word play earned a glare but that was short lived. He puppeted her pleasure like it was second nature to him. Curling his fingers against her bladder in the fleeting enjoyment of each lewd noise that made it past her lips. Growing in noise and in disgust for such a sight. He reveled in it without a care if his coworker was dumb enough to not heed his warning about quality time with his wife. It was in his contract after all, that he got the free time to do exactly as he pleased without interruptions.

"Jinpachi-" The weak excuse of a plea broke him from his enjoyment of the midday frolic. Above him the face of a woman at her limit. One he loved to be the cause of. And as she clenched and fought off the advancing pleasure, he was about to show her just how wonderful bullying his contract with Blue Lock was for the both of them.

"Do it." He demanded with a quickening of his fingers plunging inside her.

"W-What-?" 

Jinpachi licked his lips asserting he knew her body better than she did at this very moment. Refusing to let up on his fingering, abusing the parts of her that made her twist his shirt and whine his name. Pressing his lips to the stretch marks scattered across her belly as he somehow got them deeper within her without letting up on the pressure on her bladder, "Do it." He mumbled against her belly, "Piss down my arm. Absolute filthiness of it all. I want to feel it."

Drowning in his words as well as his actions she still struggled to hold onto sanity and the one thing eating away at her, "But the clean up-" 

"I don't care-" Jinpachi snapped. Reaching to gather the closest pile of his dirty laundry he'd yet to kick out of the way. Puzzling her but not letting her think as he didn't stop his fingers. Until there was a pile of his own clothes under both of them as well as scooting closer under her, "I'll make someone else clean it up. Won't tell anyone- It's not our job after all. So do it. Piss down my arm. Be a good girl for me."

That was it. He did know her body better than she did. Each second that was a struggle somehow only made the gush of liquid all that much more arousing. Fighting it to the bitter end even after he demanded it. Jinpachi curled his fingers just a bit more against her bladder and won the struggle between the two of them. 

The warm liquid immediately made his fingers squelch when he pushed them inside her through it. He saw no reason to let up on it. Fingering her just as fervently as he had been up to this point. Getting what he wished for as her thighs jiggled and trembled as the pleasure his fingers gave her skittered up and down her spine and throughout her entire body. Belly sucking in a choking breath as the waterfall of piss rolled down his pale arms. Quick to soak into the rolled up bit of his black work shirt. And overflowing from there. Until it endlessly streamed down his arm and dripped onto the dirty laundry under the both of them just as he planned. A light sprinkle turned into the woman above him letting everything out as she gasped for a breath and was left trembling in pleasure until the last droplet of piss rolled down the twitching tendons of his forearm. 

"Sit down." Jinpachi demanded without context except for the quick removal of his fingers the second she stopped peeing.

"Wait- Hold on I-" She protested only for the simple fact she was trying to recover from whatever the hell he'd just done to her. It wasn't for long though as he didn't blink an eye using his piss covered hands to grab her wrists and urge her down to him. 

In the haze of the only thing that could be explained as an orgasm, she hadn't noticed how quickly he'd unzipped and pulled down his pants. Realizing what he really meant by sit when Jinpachi had her lean into his chest just so he could reach down and position himself at her piss soaked entrance. And if his fingers hadn't been enough to unearth every overly sensitive nerve in her cunt, the quick push of his cock deep within her twitching walls reawoken the maddening pleasure he'd held above her head the entire time he fingered her. 

"Fuck..." The first hiss of pleasure from the man under her. Facade nowhere near cracking though. Jinpachi forced her into his chest as both hands encircled her sides and spread her ass apart so she was forced to sit down on every inch of his aching cock. His own shaken breath filled his lungs when Jinpachi rutted up into her soaked insides. Piss and slick mixed together to make it that much easier to push his cock right up against his mark. 

A twitch of his cock against her cervix and Jinpachi groaned when she tucked her face in his neck. Almost like relief. And with the growing scent of piss emanating from under them as well as staining their skin together. Both of them didn't stop there. His hands held her hips down when she sat up a little. Jinpachi relaxing back in the clusterfuck of dirty clothes to admire the sight above him. Wasting that little time before bucking his hips up into her just to see the twisted contorted face of pleasure so easily cock drunk on him after all these years.

"F-Fuck-" She exhaled through clenched teeth while dragging her fingers down his clothed chest, "Fuck you." Said with a smile and no real authority behind it. They both couldn't stop grinning at one another before Jinpachi took it a step further.

Rutting deep as he could manage. Using her weight to his advantage. He loved the soft squishiness of her core spasming around him. Just as wonderful as he thought it would be if she'd let loose a little. The retired soccer player felt her tense above him at the same moment a tightness crept into his belly. He'd really only have one shot at this. But a man with so much ego had little to doubt about himself.

Fucking her above him. Jinpachi needed to tell her to do little. Doing so on her own as she reached down to find her piss soaked clit. Slimy with juices and the little bit of pee that still clung to her. She had no qualms about rubbing herself to the rhythm of his strokes. Untouched clit begging for this attention after Jinpachi purposely neglected her bud of nerves for such a long time. And then to force her to cum vaginally like this. It was something only an egotistical maniac could manage. Along with the next one building inside her with each gasp that passed her lips. 

"Jinpachi- Fuck- Fuck I can't- I-" Babbling nonesense did not slow his thrusts. In fact that only made him hold on to the way his cock curved right in at the perfect moment each time their hips met. 

It couldn't last. And it wouldn't.

"S-Shit-" Dark eyes rolling to the back of his head for a moment of pure bliss. Jinpachi took what was his when he slammed his hips up into her. Orgasm exploding in his own senses. And fucking her right through that as cum drooled out around his cock with each spurt deeper inside. She only needed those handful of more strokes before another orgasm took her as well. Dryer than the one before. But twice as violent. The erratic rubbing of her clit assured how tight her walls got around his cock. Milking him of every last drop cum. What wasn't gooey around his cock as his thrusts slowed, was pushed up deeper into her as the last little bits of their orgasm finished. 

Piss and cum stained work clothes under both of them. Jinpachi didn't let her get a word in edgewise at what had just happened as a hand came behind her head and pulled her down to him. Kiss as raunchy as the sex they just had. He kissed her hard until she gave way to moans and his greed of sucking on her tongue as she wiggled and couldn't even think straight. Still throbbing after such an orgasm. His cock still inside her, no help. When she was finally able to break away from his siren like spell, all that waited for her was a grin. 

"What?" He pushed her down on his cock and enjoyed the bit of fucked out bliss that still crossed her face.

Fistful of laundry as she held herself up above him, she shook her head still trying to recoup from the very first orgasm, "Don't what me, you ass."

Jinpachi snaked his hands up her thighs and didn't hesitate to have his hands on her tits when he squeezed them with a grin, "Wanna go again?"

With filth under both of them. And a long deserved bath after this bullshit he pulled. There was no reason in ending the fun early anyways, "Sure." She said, wiggling herself on his cock and watching the partially overstimulated man roll his head back in bliss, "But you're picking this up."

Eyes closed Jinpachi still couldn't stop grinning, "If it'll benefit me, I'll do anything."

[nightghoul381]

Wow this is really well done!!! I think the kink exploration and the mutual communication and understanding is such an important part of that! At first I thought the giver/receiver were swapped but I like how you had it with Gil being desperate to taste which moved the reader to fight their own inhibitions in a bid to satisfy their lover, and

THE ENDING IS AMAZING

fUUUUuuuuuuuuccccckkkkk Gil would be nigh on masochistic in bed wanting to be edged till he can't take it anymore 🥵🥵🥵

A Dousing Perversion

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Gilbert/Reader

Words: 1616

Tags: Piss, Piss Drinking, Piss Kink, Cuddles, Reader has vagina

Summary: Gilbert has an odd request, but you decide to let him indulge.

It’s difficult trying to feel confident when you’re so vulnerable and exposed, even with a man who has such a damning reputation built upon him resting before you. Fire burns across your cheeks the longer you take in the scene of Gilbert on his knees, his hands resting on your thighs as you ponder his obscene request. You mull over how casually he asked such a thing from you, but there you were, entertaining the idea regardless.

Gilbert’s thumbs gently work at your inner thighs, massaging comforting circles against the tense muscles. His gaze is calm, lovingly patient as he looks up at you. Your heart pounds, recognizing the look in his eyes.

“I’ll be fine.”

Fine, he says. With such an easy-going smile on his lips, that knowing look that you wish you could curse. It’s as though he can read your thoughts so clearly, turning your pages with ease.

You find your voice again, with a deep breath, “I think a certain doctor would disagree.”

“You don’t believe me?”

His voice is a pout, but his expression stays the same, only his grin spreading when you sigh, your fingers tangling in your dress.

“Forgive me for being nervous.”

“Don’t I always?” More cheek. Enough to make you recognize how much you love this man, even through the huff you give.

“You do…”

“So,” his index fingers slip under the sides of your underwear, testing their give, but going no further than that. Familiar warmth, resting at your hips, “will you?”

The question hangs in the air as you debate. As each second ticks by, Gilbert still sits between your legs. Humming to himself, comfortable toying with your clothes, your thighs, yet there isn’t an erotic intention to each caress. He’s just happy to touch your skin, have contact that only he’s privy to. 

It’s moments like these that you realize Gilbert’s respect for you rests high. There were times that he may bully you into submission, to twist your words to play into his games- however there were lines he wasn’t keen to cross. Lines like your comfort with sexual pleasures. His patience was limitless with most of your timidity in bed, even if he was keen on prying your unspoken desires out.

But his requests, for what you had considered far more perverse than you had encountered in your books? He offered reassurances to hesitant questions, his attitude towards the subjects made clear that your word was final. The knowledge that you were safe in his hands, that this was not something he expected, only asked.

That, in the end, is what drew your answer out. 

.

His breathing is… Ragged. Barely so, but in your hyperaware state, it’s all you can focus on. Each puff tingles against your folds as he holds your lower lips apart. He smacks his own together at the sight, tongue darting out to lick his lips, as if supplementing the want of tasting you.

It’s been…Arduous. Minutes passing with you standing rigidly, his mouth so close to your clit as your calves and arms ache with how tense your body is. Your focus keeps breaking, unable to get your bladder to work with your mental pleas.

It’s now that Gilbert looks at you, the heat against your cunt dissipating as he moves back to do so. Fresh embarrassment forms as he spots the way your eyes prickle with frustration. You see him start to talk, opening his mouth to do so, and it’s then, as your nerves hit a peak, that your body finally listens.

It’s an unsteady spurt, one that splashes onto Gilbert’s thigh and onto the tile of the bathroom, filling you with dread for immediately making a mess. Your muscles clench with the realization, but Gilbert acts fast, ducking his head back between your legs.

His lips find your clit at first, the jolt of pleasure causing you to take in a sharp breath, before lapping just below- and it starts once more. Another nervous gush, this time continuing in earnest with your eyes clamped shut.

Gilbert gasps, the stream hitting his chin before he manages to readjust, moving to catch what he can into his mouth.

The sensation of his mouth there, hearing what overflows hit the floor in a quiet trinkle… It’s mortifying in ways you did not expect. Half of you wants to back away, shame eating away at your core, disgust trying to take over your senses.

Yet Gilbert persists. His grip tightens, and you can feel the tremor of excitement that runs through him. It’s quick how he shifts his position, moving to be able to drink easier without wasting too much, but you hyperfixate on the puddle growing beneath you, wetting the underside of your heel.

Gilbert says nothing, but his mouth stays busy. You can hear how he tries to gulp mouthfuls in the beginning, but after being able to ruminate on the taste, he lets you hear his groan. Soon, your urine cascades from his chin, and down his body- he moves back to let this happen, to let your warmth soak into his clothes.

On impulse, you want to stop yourself, but one look at his expression stills your breath. 

His eyes are hazed over, watching how your fluid exits your body and lands on him. His breathing is so minimal you’re scared he’s stopped completely, but a shiver and moan proves otherwise.

Trailing your eyes down his body, the way his clothes now cling so tightly along his chest, torso, his pants… you see the outline of his erection, straining against the dampened fabric.

.

An itch tingles at your skin, another shallow breath eases out of you to soothe it.

It’s what you’ve been doing as Gilbert cleaned up in the bathroom while you waited on the bed, trying to keep your nerves at bay while you battled the flurry of thoughts in your mind.

Gilbert drank from you. Gleefully. Nothing you had done previously during sex had incited such a reaction from him, and you were troubled, trying to figure out what that meant. How you felt.

It was true that shame consumed you the most, making your nails crawl along your skin, but you were painfully aware that was just a conditioned response. That in any other context, the act of pissing on Gilbert would have been disgraceful.

But he had wanted it. And after all the ways he had indulged you in bed, you wanted to attempt giving to him as well- especially since he so rarely propositioned you in such ways.

You curl in on yourself, bunching the covers close. 

Truly, what were you scared of? That he would look at you differently from now on?

Gilbert?

He had caught the look in your eye, as you saw his degeneracy. You’re not sure what he saw there, but it was enough for him to ease you to rest against the rim of the tub, keeping yourself steady. 

And…He cleaned you. His tongue roamed between your legs, savoring the last drops you had to give. It followed the trails left on your thighs, up to between your lower lips, letting out soft groans with the mixture of your arousal and urine.

From that moment on, the grip he held eased. He coaxed you with words you couldn’t focus on, but the cadence of his voice was enough to allow yourself to be washed traditionally.

With such loving murmurs and brushes with cloth, why were you allowing yourself to be so riddled with abashment?

Light peeks into the room as the man of your thoughts comes in from the bathroom. There’s a pause to his steps, then they’re more determined, yet careful.

Careful, to where they’re not loud. Careful, in the way he eases his weight onto the mattress. Careful, in the way his palm gingerly meets your side, settling in behind you.

No words come out. Instead, he slides his arm around your middle, nosing the side of your neck. The action is familiar, and you ease into him- just enough for him to understand you’re not fearful of his presence.

“I love you,” A pause, waiting, and then he continues, “what is on your mind, little rabbit?”

Too much, truthfully. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, but the need for reassurance runs high. Quickly, you tangle your fingers with his, and he squeezes your hand in return.

“That… You…” Words fail you, but you persist, trying to formulate what your mind buzzes about, “Would you be upset if I said I’m not sure I could do that again?”

“No,” The reply is quick, firm, and you doubt it for a second.

So, you challenge, “but you were so-”

“When it comes to these matters, I value your willingness more than anything else.” His grip tightens momentarily, “I may understand that your will is buried under layers, but I want it there, little rabbit.”

Breathing comes a little easier, but your muscles ache with your stubbornness. Slowly, you quietly whisper your next concern.

“You… Didn’t finish.”

His laugh is soft, muffled as he relaxes against you, “I finished just as I wanted. Don’t worry.”

It’s hard not to, even when he says so. Gilbert knows you far too well, however, and hums against your skin.

“I don’t always want to cum. I want to endure the sensations for as long as I can manage, to let them overtake my senses…” He trails off, “I’m satisfied, little rabbit. Now, I just want to rest with you.”

That, you could do. All the ache ebbs away as you allow yourself to uncurl, to let him embrace you fully.

“That’s all I want, too.”

folds my hands. do I even explain myself? is there an explanation? all I can say is that I do not foresee me writing this topic again, at least not any time soon.

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[chigirisprincess]

— When You Let Go

Starring; Zeke Jäger.

Warnings; 18+ minors dni + fem reader + watersports + slight humiliation + tears + use of the petname doll.

Word count; 0.8k

Note; This is so self indulgent ahah, enjoy!

He’s holding you too tight.

That’s all you can think about, the way his nails bite into the fat of your hips, his muscular arms constricting you as he holds you against his chest. It’s hard to breathe and you’re hot all over, cheeks enflamed and dotted with sweat. And there's a tinge of discomfort building in your lower belly, it’s sharp and stabbing, you’d double over in pain if it hadn’t been for Zeke keeping you nestled in his lap, his cock buried deep within your pillowy cunt. You wished it was the pleasure you were able to focus on, that you were as lost in a rapturous haze as he was but you couldn’t

“Zeke,” you whimper, pushing at his chest to escape his hold, “Baby, I gotta go…”

If he hears you, he’s ignoring you.

Squeezing your doughy flesh, he moans biting your shoulder a bit. His beard scratches at your skin, it’s left your inner thighs raw and now is irritating your chest. 

“Please, I know you’re close but I gotta go!”

Your words are a bit more frantic, the pain and discomfort overshadowing the pleasant feeling of being stretched and filled to the brim. The fire that crawls all over your skin has died down to a pathetic flicker, lapping at your belly when the bulbous head of his cock hits that one spot deep inside of you. It’s impossible to press your thighs together to quell the need to pee. Pressing your nails into his pec, you groan against the shell of his ear.

“Then go.”

It’s gruff and low, you can feel his body rumble as he speaks, “I can’t!” you squeal, biting your lip to disguise the broken sound that threatens to leave you, “I’ll only be five minutes, I promise!”

But Zeke only holds you closer against him, your tits and belly squishing against his hard frame. The hand he’s kept on the small of your back moves down your tummy, finding the aching spot to press down, right above your bladder. You can feel the hot liquid spurt out before you even realize it’s happening. Relief passes through you for one fleeting moment but blood floods your cheeks when you realize that you’ve pissed on your boyfriend, even if it was only a little bit. You choke back a whimper, tears of embarrassment welling in your eyes, spilling over your lashline when Zeke thrusts roughly into you. 

“Just relax,” he moans, kissing the spot he’s bitten, “Just let go, baby, promise you’ll feel good.”

He tastes of smoke and sweat, you’d choke on it if you weren’t so used to the taste, but now it’s twinged with shame and hatred that comes from the salty tears that wet your lips. You hated that the short moment of relief you felt was becoming the highlight of your night, that it felt better than sex with your boyfriend and had you had any strength in your body left you might have protested with more than a few half-hearted pleas.

“You’re a perv, Zeke.”

Though, your words mean nothing to him you say it again. It’s hard to focus with how he continues to press down on your belly while pounding against your g-spot but you say it again, your face pinching up with disgust.

“You’re so gross! You wanna be pissed on?”

The pinch to your ass makes you yelp, another spurt escaping from you. 

“I do,” Zeke grunts, “But you’ve always known I was fuckin’ filthy doll.”

It’s grown harder to keep composed, your thighs ache and he jostles you around so much that with each thrust your resolve breaks another more. You know Zeke is relishing in your displeased sighs and the way you sniffle, biting back tears. The more you squeal the more Zeke hums in delight, panting as he grows closer to bliss.  

“No.” You sniffle pathetically, shuddering when he dips down to rub circles into your engorged clit. You were so close and with the pinpricks of pleasure zipping up your spine, you were tempted to let go. 

Dropping your forehead against his shoulder you whine, pressing your eyes shut as you tried to hold back.

But you failed, Zeke knew your body too well. He could always bring you to the brink in the blink of an eye. Amid the mind-numbing pleasure, your body fell slack against Zeke’s no longer tense and wound up like live wire. Before you realized it, all the effort you had made to hold your bladder fail. Had Zeke not been holding you against his chest you’d have recoiled in disgust, running from the feeling of hot piss that lapped at your thighs and his skin, sinking into the sheets below the two of you. You couldn’t deny the relief, better than any orgasm you could been delivered no matter how disgusting you found it to be. 

The obscene sounds of wet skin slapping against skin fell deaf on your ears as Zeke moaned, “There ya go, that’s my dirty girl,” he muttered, his thighs clenching as he thrust into you, “Told you, you’d feel good.”

The laughter that leaves you is weak and pithy but it’s still laughter nonetheless.

“Oh shut it!”

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[bontenten]

Gently 

Pairing: Kageyama Tobio x Onee-san Reader 

Tags/Warnings: smut, incest(little bro Tobio), dubcon, feet, watersports, mention of alcohol and one line of blood

Kageyama winces when you press a wet cloth on his wound. Your face is just inches from his as you treat him with utmost attention and care. Kageyama grumbles and shoves your hand away. 

"It's not that bad, just a scratch. That bastard has nothing on me."

You grip his chin and make him turn to look at you. "Just a scratch? Really, come on now, stop whining like a baby. You'll get an infection if it's not dressed. Sit tight." You blow gently on the wound. "It'll only hurt for a moment."

Kageyama pushes your hand away again and circles your wrist instead, holding it in place while giving you an unamused stare.

"Tobio," you begin in the stern voice that Kageyama hates.

"You need to stop treating me like a little boy,” he says bluntly. “I'm not a boy anymore." 

You resist the urge to laugh in front of his serious face. "So you're a man now?" 

"Well, yea." 

"Legally speaking, sure. But you'll always be my little brother though," you say light-hearted, reaching with the other hand to give his hair a ruffle. Your hands barely run through his hair when Kageyama grabs that wrist too, cuffing both of them in his hold. “What can you do.”

"Today, I protected you." 

"That you did, Tobio. And I'm still sorry that you got hurt." Your try to roll the conversation along and get back to the point. "So let's get you fixed up.”

"For all your smarts, onee-san, you're so stupid," Kageyama mumbles before tugging on your wrists to pull you forward and capture your lips with his. So stupid, he thinks, that you didn’t even realize that guy was trying to make dangerous moves on you.

You eyes widen at the presence on your lips belonging to the boy who used to rub his snot and cry when he scrapes his knee. It's not right. You twist your head to the side and leave the profile of your hair in Kageyama's face, the residual metallic taste of his blood burning on your tongue. "What are you doing?!" you hiss. "Are you crazy?"

"Yea, I am. I'm so fucking crazy about you. You have no idea, onee-san.”

You stare at him in disbelief, letting his words soak in. Your eyes dart between his fixated gaze and lips that are smudged with your lipstick. He senses your eyes are drifting, cups your face, and dips close again. Your breath comes out in soft, shaky puffs. Kageyama can still taste the lingering burn of alcohol on his tongue, but feels your body relax against his and accept his touches. His large hands gripping your wrist loosens and rests on your waist.

You feel his tongue lick a stripe up your neck and suckle on the flesh as he trails down towards your collarbone. The tiny noises from you don’t escape Kageyama’s ears as his movements becoming messy and rough. He scoops from under, hoisting you up so your legs are around his hips. You yelp, feeling a sharp pain shoot through your foot and knee. The loud sound of impact against ceramic and your “Ow!” sounding in the bathroom.

You wrap your arms around Kageyama’s neck tightly as he stumbles to your bed. He throws you down onto the mattress then pulls his shirt over his head in a swift motion. You take a few deep breaths and inhale the smell of your freshly laundered sheets. A few belt clicks later, you find Kageyama kneeling at the end of the bed, about to stalk over.

“Hmph,” you frown, poking a throbbing toe at his forehead. “Tobio. You have to be gentler when you’re with a woman. See?” You wiggle your toe slightly to make a point. “Because you’re so rough.”

A look of revelation overcomes Kageyama’s face, the same way he suddenly realizes the secret to an incredible volleyball technique. He cradles your foot, a hand supporting the arch and the other brushing over your toes. 

You look confused at his movements and try to pull your foot away. "What are you-ngh—"

Kageyama brushes his lips across the pads, dragging them over the small ridges of each toe before kissing the spot where the pain is pulsating. His tongue darts out to lick the skin, increasingly confident and assertive, sucking and swirling around each of the toes.

"Tobio, it's dirty, Tobio!" you cry out in embarassment, arms crossed over your face to hide your burning cheeks. None of your squirms can stop his fixation. 

"Not hurting anymore right?" he suggests, a hand beginning to knead the another sore spot right next to the kneecap. "I'm sorry, I wasn't careful enough.” He kisses the spot. “I'll be gentle, onee-san. I didn't know you were this fragile."

Kageyama reminds himself, with every little movement he makes, to be gentle, gentle, and even gentler. Light touches, careful touches. He doesn’t want you to think that he can’t do a good job, that this is just a sloppy, juvenile joke. But it’s so damn difficult!

The ripples of the bedsheets under you are like a watery sea where you are a siren. The soft moans that come out of your lips when your legs stretch out on the bunching fabric, the way your head turns on the pillow and you look at him through your blown pupils...Upon the first glance at your body, breasts bare under his eyes, nipples pebbled, Kageyama thinks he’s about to lose it. He almost can’t let his eyes wander further down beyond your navel out of fear he’ll spurt immediately.

It’s your hands that tug on his, quiet chuckles vibrating, and you ask him, “Ah, Tobio-kun, are you shy now?”

Kageyama’s face grows dark at the challenge. “Tch. I will make you regret saying that.” His large hands pushes your thighs open and he laughs at the sight of your drenched pussy. “Onee-san, you’re so lewd,” he comments before pressing his fingers onto your clit, stroking the bud while holding your squirming hips down firmly. “I think I’m done being gentle now. See, you’re more than ready for my cock.”

“Wait, Tobio, I—” You gasp, feeling Kageyama’s cock press into the entrance of your pussy, sinking deeper and deeper into your muscles. You feel the stretch of your body wrapping around him. “Go slowly!”

“Shit,” Kageyama mutters, clamping his fingers down on your flesh and bottoms himself into you completely. He groans, focusing his senses on how tight and real you feel around him. Not the makeshift grip of calloused fingers, not any random cunts. The thought makes his knees weak.

Kageyama shoves your legs up until your knees are pressed near your chin, calves resting over his broad shoulders. His fingers dig into your soft flesh as he begins to rock into you. Each time, he bottoms out with a wet squelch, balls slapping against your ass in soft thuds.

Kageyama fucks you mercilessly, all semblance of his thoughts to be gentle completly swept out by his feral desires.

 “No more, no more..ah—I can’t!” you cry out.

It only encourages Kageyama further as he further tunnels into chasing his pleasure with every crying moan when you are pushed into the sheets, pounded into the mattress by his weight and strength. You can feel fast building warmth in your belly growing intensely, nearing eruption.

“No, no, no stop! Tobio!” you warn him, nails digging into his scalp and back. “I’ll make a mess...the sheets, I just—”

Kageyama doesn’t stop. His rough hands find your clit again, furiously tapping and rubbing the sensitive bud. You tremble and jerk around under the onslaught of sensations that shock your body.

"I'll do the chores...wash the sheets again. J-Just. Come.” 

As though on command, the moment the syllables fall from Kageyama’s lips, you completely unfurl in a sob, orgasm crashing through your body as you spray all over him and soak the entire bedding with your piss.

Your heavy breaths press your breasts against Kageyama’s chest while his cock is still resting in you. The sheets are drenched. You can feel the wetness against your ass as more mixed fluids leak out from your pussy.

“T-Tobio,” you pant out, completely exhausted.

Kageyama is extremely pleased with how you look. He leans into your hand smoothing out the dark hair that is matted aginst his forehead in sweat. After basking against you a while, cuddling between the smell of sweat, sex, and piss, Kageyama rolls off and gets up from the bed.

Your eyes follow his perfectly chiseled body, landing on the angry red marks from your scratches. Kageyama turns back to you and flashes a wolfish grin. “Onee-san, you’re the wild one. Take responsibility.”

Your tender look immediately morphs into a disgusted frown.

Kageyama chuckles and picks you up from the dirty sheets, gently carrying you over to the bathroom. He’s careful around turns and doorways, paying attention so your feet or shoulders don’t knock into anything. So, he does learn, you think to yourself, relaxing against his chest.

[kingkatsuki]

Relief | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

What started off as a quick 200 word thirst post soon developed into this. I should be writing my Christmas collab fic but here we are.

Please read the warnings and if it’s not for you don’t read it!💕

Summary: Bakugou punishes you for making him go to a stupid party.

Warnings: 18+, omorashi, watersports, exhibitionism, brief alcohol mention.

Word Count: 1823.

“Katsuki, please.” Your entire body felt flush as you tried to lift yourself up from your position on his lap, “I’ll be quick-”

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” His lips brushed against your ear as he snarled huskily, a trace of beer on his breath as his teeth latched onto your lobe. A strong, possessive arm circling around your middle, “You ain’t going anywhere, Princess.”

The music was thumping in the house as various people mingled around the dimly lit room, the party in full swing as you sat on Bakugou’s lap in one of the plush leather lounge chairs.

“Katsuki,” You whined as you tried to sit up straight, his grip against you tightening as your behind grazed his hardening cock in his jeans, “I’ll be right back-”

“You’re the one that wanted to come to this shitty party,” Bakugou rasped against your ear, “And I’m the one that had to watch you dance around in this pretty little dress for the last half-hour.” He pressed you back on his desire for emphasis, his vermilion eyes had been watching you from his position in the corner as you danced with your girl friends. You’d intentionally been trying to rile him up, and evidently it had worked. Watching the way his knuckles turned white as he clutched his beer bottle, spreading his legs to try and hide the bulge in his pants.

You’d smiled at him from across the room as you were intent on going to the bathroom, a scowl etched against his features that made you detour towards him. Unable to resist his gravitational pull as you flopped down onto his lap, trying to ignore the throb in your bladder as he held you against him. You’d been intentionally teasing him for the last thirty minutes, feeling the success of your actions as you pressed against the bulge in his trousers. Although it seemed like this wasn’t something he intended for you to get away with. Wanting to slip away to the bathroom for a few minutes before returning back to him, but this wasn’t part of Bakugou’s plan at all.

“I’ll be back in a second, baby. I need to pee.” You pouted, pressing a kiss against his pursed lips. Laughing when you noticed the faint hue of lipstick that had rubbed off against his skin as you lifted your fingers up to rub it away, pulling his lower lip down slightly as you shifted against his lap.

“You can’t just give me this and disappear, Princess.” He ground you down against his crotch, watching your eyes flutter shut as you felt him hard against the swell of your ass, “Where are your manners?”

“Hey, man.” You looked up in surprise to see Kirishima beside you, holding out a cold bottle of beer to Bakugou with a grin, “Refill?” Your boyfriend’s fingers wrapped around the bottle as he held it to his lips, chugging the liquid as you watched his Adam’s apple bob in motion.

“Can I get you a drink, babe?” Kirishima offered to you, the thought of another drink now while you were so desperate to relieve yourself made your cunt clench uncomfortably.

“She’s fine.” Bakugou murmured, his lips smirking around the bottle.

“Oh, are you sure?” Kirishima was so sweet, but the thought of another drink right now had you trembling.

“Yeah, thanks Kiri.” You tried to calm yourself down as you watched Kirishima walk away, his own drink wrapped in a fist.

“I’ll come straight back,” Trying to use this moment as a distraction as you placed a palm on Bakugou’s large thigh, pulling yourself up. Whimpering when you felt Bakugou rut his hips against your own, his hard bulge grinding against your ass.

“You didn’t have a problem when you were being a fuckin’ tease a minute ago.” His lips latching onto your pulse point as he continued to grind himself against you. The cold bottle of beer now pressed against your exposed thigh as the hem of your dress rode up, causing a mixture of sensations to mingle inside you.

You held onto the arm of the chair as you tried to get up once more, squeezing your thighs together to try and quell the throb in your bladder, as though this would stop the sensation completely. Not that it helped much if at all, the urge to go to the bathroom accentuated by the pressure he’d placed on your crotch. Instantly regretting the amount of liquid you’d consumed tonight. Bakugou was quick to prevent you getting up from his lap, his grip tightening against you as he pulled you back down to straddle one of his thick, muscular thighs.

“Suki,” You whimpered, an odd sensation between pleasure and irritation throbbing through your lower half. Clenching your body to try and stop the urge to go as Bakugou began to bounce his thigh, pressing against your crotch perfectly as you inadvertently angled your body so he pressed against your clit with each upward motion.

“Look at you, so fuckin’ desperate.” He smirked as he watched the telltale way your body submitted to him.

A strange sensation bubbling inside you as you tried to get the urge to pee to subside, trying to focus on the pleasure the grinding of your cunt against his thigh was creating. Your palm resting on his knee as you focused on the motion, your nails digging into his skin through his jeans. The lace of your panties dragging against the denim as it added to the delicious friction, almost forgetting you were in a room packed full of people as you let out a lustrous moan.

“Shit, you want everyone to see you get off on my thigh? Such a slut.” Bakugou pulled you back against his chest, his forearm now putting more pressure against your lower stomach as he watched you writhe above him, your eyes clenched shut as you tried to focus on the pleasure and not the desire to relieve yourself.

“Katsuki, I really need to pee.” The telltale throb began to pulse against your lower half as you tried to control it, squeezing your legs together but Bakugou’s large palm clamped down on one of your thighs, keeping them parted on top of him as he watched you bite down on your lower lip, “Please-”

“Aw, Princess. You need to go?” He sounded almost sympathetic, but you knew him better than that. The tone was condescending as he sucked on your neck your pleas falling on deaf ears. Your eyes searched the room to see if anyone had noticed the compromising position you were in, “Hold it.”

The command was easier said than done as you felt your lower half throb, Bakugou’s hand moving lower to press just above your bladder, making your cunt tighten as you felt the urge to pee become too much to take, “But you can’t can’t hold it, can you? Gonna piss all over me where everyone can see?”

You couldn’t control yourself, the way Bakugou was pressing against your bladder made it impossible to hold it in any longer, your thighs squeezing either side of his leg as you arched your back against him. Your eyes rolling back as your lips parted in a whine of relief, toes curling in your shoes as you felt a wetness begin to seep from you and dampen your panties, dress and his jeans. Embarrassment instantly surging through you as you tried to scramble off his thigh, but his grip remained tight against you.

“Dirty fuckin’ bitch.” He growled as his lips curved into a sly smirk against your neck as he felt damp warmth spread against his thigh. Feeling your body go limp against him as he continued pressing down against your pelvis hard. Your breath coming out in soft pants as he allowed his vermilion eyes to scan the room, trying to check if anyone had noticed.

“Come on.” You were mortified, thankful for the low lights in the room as Bakugou lifted you from his thigh, slamming his near empty beer bottle onto the coffee table as he laced his fingers through your own. Not daring to look back at the mess you’d probably made as your boyfriend pulled you towards one of the small downstairs bathrooms, tugging you inside as he locked the door behind him.

You could just about make out the darkened wet patch on his black jeans, the stain making the fabric stick to him as he stepped closer to you, vermillion eyes taking in the sight of your flushed face and pouty lips. You looked absolutely fucked and he’d barely touched you.

“Fuck,” Bakugou grunted when he slipped a hand under your skirt to press against your soaked panties, his nostrils flaring as he rut his cock against your hip. His now wet jeans rubbing against your thigh, the sensation making you whine desperate to feel more stimulation to your neglected clit.

“You have no shame that you just pissed your pants in public, hah?” He grabbed your jaw, making you stare into his intense eyes as he pulled you into a sultry kiss, his teeth clashing against your own as he pressed himself against you.

“Still so desperate for my cock, yeah?” He spoke against your lips, his warm breath fanning your face as you nodded against his grip on your face, “Of course you are, you dirty fuckin’ slut.”

Bakugou turned your body as he shoved you against the bathroom sink. Your hands curling against the cool porcelain as you caught sight of your debauched face in the mirror, his fingers already slipping under your skirt to pull it up over your hips so he could see the darkened mark on your panties, “Look at the mess you made.”

He tugged at your panties, the wet fabric sticking to your skin uncomfortably as you ground yourself back against him, the shame soon morphing into pleasure as he teased your needy sex. Pulling your panties down as he kicked a foot against your own to spread your thighs apart. His fingers immediately delving between your sopping folds, feeling how wet you were with your slick.

“Pissing on me in front of all those people turn you on that much?” You bit your lip as you nodded at him through the reflection in the mirror.

“You wanted them to see didn’t you?” His eyes darkened as he pulled back to tug his jeans down just enough to free his aching cock.

“My dirty fuckin’ girl.” Your cunt still throbbed from the overstimulation and how hard you’d strained to try to keep it inside as he began a brutal pace, fucking you against the cold porcelain as he wrapped a palm around your neck, maintaining eye contact as his cock dragged against your inner walls with each hard rut of his hips, “Gonna make a mess of you like you made on me.”

[mrskurono]

Dense werewolf!Atsumu that gets so excited and then panics when he knots you bc he didn't realize what was happening, he was just too excited!

Ugggh werewolf omimi can sit in the bathroom with me bc I love him and he's a good boi.

The densest! He gets so into it! Tongue hanging out his mouth, hot breath against the side of your cheek, cute groans and moans he simply can't control! All the poor thing wants to do is make you feel good and the way you're squirming under his massive body and panting his name just makes him feel like the best boi! But the sudden moment you gasp bc his knot just can't move anymore, poor thing panics a little much and tries to pull out. Better lock your legs behind him so he doesn't move and all that cum fills you up ❤

Werewolf!Omimi is the best boi 🥺 He gets so excited when you let him accompany you! He'll sit there not thinking his tail is wagging but big bushy thing is hard to miss. And he just stares. Oh how he stares. It would almost be intimidating if he didn't whine and whimper until you spread your legs and let him lap at your cunt with all that tongue he just can't keep in. Big and slobbery and wet. Omimi is a good boi, doesn't mind if it's a little musky and tastes like pee. He wants you in all his senses and is willing to lap at your pussy until your cumming on his pretty face ❤

[donquxiotes]

i cant give you brotherwife but!! i can give you this instead:

convincing yuuji to keep drinking water all day but when he tries to leave for the bathroom, you find an excuse to make him stay, so by the end of the day he’s nearly shaking from the effort it takes to hold it all in. and yet he’s still drinking the water you give to him like a good boy

ohohoh the pain and the pleasure mixing in his lower belly would have his poor brain all jumbled up and confused! it reminded him too much of having to cum which makes it living hell- yuuji’s so conflicted.

but it’s getting too much for him, he swears he’s gonna wet himself right then and there. but he wants to be good and stay hydrated like you said, keep up with this ‘ sorcerer stamina training’ like you said.

“need to— ahh.. p-pee…” yuuji whimpers to you over and over as he tugs at your arm. his entire body quakes beside you, face fuming a pretty pink, tears welling up- the poor boy looks pained but you ignore his whining and hand him another cup of water to guzzle down.

“now now yuuji, drink up ok!”

[thisisthehardestthing]

IF your event is still open... This is too good to pass up. But before anything, I just wanna say congratulations. You deserve 1K and so so many more. I'm so happy for you 🎉🎊❤️ and I love you so much❤️moving on, I'm a libra/Scorpio cusp (last day of libra), would love more Tsukki just so you can stay on that hq!! high. Also, I'm a SLUT for fingering, sooo prompt "You take my fingers so well, don't you?" My fave part of foreplay by far. If you're already full, don't worry about it, though. 🥰

Hey babe! Yes the event was open when you requested <3 Thank you for your wishes Mel x I am so happy to have met you through this hell site. Sorry this took so long, it’s been a hell of a busy couple weeks.

18+, “You take my fingers so well.”

Warnings: watersports, degradation

“Look at you, fucking filthy, disgusting, squirming around like that. You couldn’t have gone before we started?”

“Tsukki, please I-”

“What? You didn’t have to go then? Is that what you were going to say. You’re like a fucking child. You better hold it, nasty bitch.”

Tsukishima’s long fingers stroke your slit, swiping the slick with a nimble touch before pushing into you. He knew what he was doing when he watched you down all the wine at dinner, keeping tabs on whether you’d gone to the bathroom. He knew. You can feel the pads of his fingers, the touch electric as they massage your plump walls, how deep he pumps into you. Face pressing into the pillow until you have to gasp for air, your ass quivers as he slowly fucks into your tight pussy.

He stills, feeling how you clench around two of his fingers, and with a sadistic grin, a third stretches you. The pressure that builds is unbelievable, pounding in your veins as you fight to stay coherent, strong, you can’t let it go, you can’t relax. There must be a puddle beneath your cheeks from the tears that had started falling, and then fire. Your body jerks forward when a rough palm strikes your ass, the fingers inside you pushing down at the same time.

“This is what children deserve when they can’t learn to go to the bathroom,” Tsukki explains, his tone cool compared to the burn across your rear. Moans and swears tumble from your lips, but you can’t get away. A weighted forearm drapes on your lower back, keeping you in place as his fingers begin to move again, pushing down against your bladder with each stroke. 

“Fuck, you take my fingers so well, all three of them, such a whore.”

“Tsukki, stop, please, I’m gonna, I’m gonna-”

He’s laughing, you can hear it rumble from behind you as he only fucks you harder, rougher, making sure to hit that plush spot in your walls with each stroke. Your eyes roll up, your vision black as the pressure inside your body combusts. It’s warm, and wet, and fuck, it feels so good. You decompress, the blood that was pumping in your ears levelling out with a moan, with the stream to piss that runs down your inner thighs and pools between the dips under your knees.

“Tch, disgusting,” Tsukki reprimands, the fingers helping you ride your orgasm pull out to flick your clit. “You’re going to have to clean all this up.”

--

xx

[kingkatsuki]

Listen, I fucking slammed the like and reblog button after reading the first two lines because I just knew I would like this.

... and I was fucking right.

Thank you for always feeding me Shorky, your fucking mind! 🥵😍

Lemonade

(What to expect - desperation, NSFW, dub con. Wetting.)

“Eiji, please-oh, ple-ah! I’m gonna pee, stop, please stop, I am literally begging you to stoP-” 

You’re squeaking out protests, hands fisted in your boyfriends shirt, a lazy smile on the man’s face as he looks at you.

“Yeah, you’re begging? I like it when you beg. Look at you, so perfect.” Kirishima coos at you, his hands still cinched around your waist, unwavering.

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[yuichi-ro]

𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

cw: fem!Reader, dom!Reader, sub!Wakasa oviposition, sex toys, anal (m!receiving), belly bulge, watersports, hands free cum, nicknames (ma’am, pretty kitty, etc), NSFW content, unedited word count: 2.7k    

The search history on Wakasa’s phone was, enlightening, to say the least.

You’d lost more than just a few minutes scrolling through the pages, bookmarks and other tucked away hidden treasures of his dirty mind in the confines of his smartphone. Some of it average. Some of it dark web worthy that painted a very different picture of unenthused man. But one thing that always came back to almost all of the frequented videos were one thing. Eggs. 

Wakasa wanted a belly full of eggs and it was painfully obvious from his search history. Who were you to deny such a splendid thing to your lover?

With the curve of the toy pressed against his sensitive seam. You cooed as you ran your palms over his thighs and let the weight of the new toy press against his taint with no more relief than that. His cock twitching against his slender hips even if he was only half erect . It was charming since he hadn’t been touched even once yet. This excitement purely by the sight of your newly introduced toy.

“You like it?” Your hands gripped his thighs. Drawing out a tired sigh from the man laid out under you who did his best to not close his eyes while you spoke, “Was so hard to keep it under wraps when I ordered it...”

Taking the toy back into your possession. Wakasa was no match when you slipped the underside of the alien like silicone toy against the underside of his cock. His member throbbed while he twisted his fists in the sheets underneath and kicked his feet out to no avail as he couldn’t buck his hips up against the toy for enough relief. Swelling cock no longer a half hard on leaking on his pale thigh. Now as you drew the empty new toy along his cock. Purposely grinding and fake frotting against him. Wakasa’s eyes fluttered to the back of his head. Cock head purple and leaking. Slimy precum slipping down around the folds of foreskin pulled back from his sensitive tip. Each swipe of the toy making it messier but drawing out as many equally pathetic moans each time.

“S-Shit-” He managed with a shaky breath. Able to open his eyes just to look down at you smug between his thighs. Wakasa wasn’t about to tell you to stop. Mind spinning he could hardly focus on the toy. When next to you was what he really wanted all along.

“You want these?” You look over to the container of very graphically depicted egg shaped balls. There had to be at least half a dozen of them. Fleshy, clear, jelly like in texture. He hadn’t even gotten to touch them but already the idea of having them inside him was making him squirm, “You know-” You pull the precum covered tip of said toy away. Inspecting it and the slime trails he’d left on it as Wakasa remained immobilized under you, “I had to stop what I was doing and rub my poor clit after I saw all your search history....naughty naughty kitty.”

Wakasa wiggled his hips. Snug in the bed under you. His entire body on fire yet he couldn’t vocalize his needs as blush spread from the tips of his ears and to the rest of his face. He’d dream of this moment. But never thought it would happen. And that you’d be this into it.

Sighing heavily, all for show, you give him a playful pout as you examine the toy. Remarking how he’ll have to be a good boy. And push them all out for you. Of course only after you stuffed him to the brim with these gooey nasty eggs. Making a momentary show of your new toy. The precum that he’d leaked all over the tip made it that much easier for you to slip your finger into the opening at the top. Assuring Wakasa was watching diligently as you fucked the opening of the toy.

First one finger. Then another. Swirling it around and making a show of how stretchy the material was. After all it was made to fit all these wonderful eggs in it. 

“Mmm I bet you wish I could do this to your cock.” You smirked, knuckles deep in the tubing of the toy as you rubbed his precum into the silicone toy, “Finger fucking your dick hole like this. Getting it nice and stretched out for eggs....because we really know where you want these laid don’t we?”

Adverting his eyes Wakasa wiggled his bottom down towards you. Amplifying how badly he wanted this when his ass rubbed your leg. Where you sat cross legged between his spread legs. Left with Wakasa nothing to grind and relieve himself on. But as you teased and talked, just to have him throb against the air and nothing else. Beads of precum rolling down his shaft and staining his tuffs of pubic hair surrounding the base of his cock. He looked good enough to eat. 

But that would wait. Right now you were living out your good boy’s fantasy.

“Do you want these?”

Wakasa remained silent but staring.

“I said-” You tapped the alien like toy against his ass and raised an eyebrow, “Do you want this?”

“Y-Yes-” He managed through clenched teeth. Eyes unable to look away from the toy resting under his cum heavy balls.

“Yes what?”

Groaning and rolling his hips up against the toy Wakasa let his head roll back and the world’s most pathetic moan leave him, “I want your eggs- Please ma’am- I just- I want to feel your eggs in me-”

“See, now was that so hard?” You take hold of the bottle of lube next to the treasure trove of eggs. 

So very liberal with the lube. Pouring it from above his cock. Watching the clear slime of the vicious lube rub down his cock. Wakasa’s already glistening member now slathered in lube as it flowed like rivers down around his pubic hair and pooled around his ass. So when the tip touched his entrance there was almost no resistance. To both of your pleasures.

Wakasa’s entire body trembled and thrashed. Urging his body down on the toy faster. Because obviously the speed that you slid the toy in wasn’t enough. The man’s twitching insides swallowing each centimeter you gave him. Followed by every inch. Until your closed fist around it’s base rubbed against his ass cheeks and balls. Making you smile pleasantly with how well he took it. Holding it deep in him as another hand came up to fondle his poor neglected balls. 

“I saw all that twisted fucking shit you watched- That you read-” Your fingers massaging and tugging at his sack as you slowly pushed the toy in and out of him. Wakasa melting quickly under you as the gooeiness from the lube made the toy slide down to the hilt with each push. Those grip-able slender hips of his shuddering and bucking up against your attention. Attempting to fuck himself on the toy but you simply wouldn’t allow it as you kept the pace agonizingly slow, “You must forgive me....of course I’d love to fill you up with eggs. Fuck that cock hole of yours until your gushing out my seeds....laying my eggs in your belly....but I hope this will suffice my dear pretty kitty.”

“Mo-More-” He managed. Already breathlessly fucked out expression creeping onto his otherwise complacent face. Wakasa couldn’t get the ache, no, the itch in his insides taken care of this way, “Please- Ma’am more please-”

“You want my eggs in you?”

“More than anything.”

You sunk the toy down to the hilt. Pressing the thicker base into his entrance and spreading him. No more toy for him to take as the rest of it was deep in his guts. But with the way Wakasa spasmed and attempted to fuck himself on the toy you swore he’d take the entire toy up his ass if you didn’t get him what he wanted.

First was the reluctant moan when you pulled the toy from him. Clenching walls around nothing now. Wakasa unable to stand it reached down without hesitation to stuff his two fingers inside himself. Quite the beautiful site as you sat back to load the toy up. Fingering himself with a level of desperation you hadn’t seen on him yet. Making you wonder how pathetic he was when he jerked off to those R rated pornos you snooped on his phone. And as Wakasa looked at you with a half lidded gaze and his fingers plunging inside his own guts with a cock leaking on his thighs. You set to slipping a couple of the jelly like eggs inside the toy. More than one round. You still could only fit a few in the toy as they slipped around with double the amount of lube after you poured so much over Wakasa just to fuck him.

Snug in their sheath you didn’t even have to tell him to move his hand. Repositioning the toy at his entrance. Wakasa relaxing instantly and you didn’t even push inside him yet. So when you waited a second. Until it forced him to try and focus on what you were doing. That’s when you pushed the loaded toy as deep as you could into him. Sliding in with no resistance. Right back up to the hilt like it was made for him. The inhuman noise ripped from Wakasa’s lips made you giggle.

“You want them laid in you?” You asked, fingers threatening around the base of the no longer hollow toy. One squeeze and the first egg would pop into him, “All my precious slimy eggs inside you~?”

“Yes-” Wakasa began nodding profusely. What strands of sanity he had after you surprised him with this toy were quickly slipping through his fingers. Wiggling, grinding and pushing down on the toy like he could will more of it in him. Finally his calm and cool composure cracking as the first little taste of your fingers tightening around the toy’s base and the first egg sliding inside him, “Yes! Yes please your eggs- Ma’am- fill me please- Fuck-”

Grinning ear to ear you squeezed the rest of the way. Assuring the first three where lodged inside him. Wakasa’s hips doing practical gymnastics as you slid the toy out of him slowly. Like a good boy as you refilled the toy he stuffed his fingers inside himself. Moaning like a whore as he ground himself down on his digits. Just as anticipated the second you put the toy to his entrance again. Pumping him full of a second load of eggs. You knew one of them would rest snug against his sweet spot. And such a sweet spot it was. Wakasa choked on his moans. Goosebumps pricking at every inch of his skin. Nipples begging to be tugged at. And a cock rock hard and pulsating. None of that mattered as it was more than just twice that you refilled the toy.

Up until the very last egg was squeezed into Wakasa’s overly sensitive insides. You could feel the resistance now of all of them wanting to come out of him. Keeping the toy inside him it made the most beautiful bump in his otherwise flat stomach. You giggled and managed to hold the toy inside of him to free up your other hand.

“Waka look...” You voice trailed off when your hand pressed the bump in his abdomen. Pathetic drooling whimper from the man under you. His eyes glossed over with pleasure. Words unable to be formed but precum kept leaking from his slit when you pressed down on his bulging belly, “My eggs look so nice in you....I wanna plug them up and never let them out of you....” Your touch ghosted over his hairy belly and smirked at his eyes fluttering shut when his cock twitched. Not even a fraction of an actual orgasm. Just from being this full and your lewd words had a meager amount of cum dribbling down his cock as more than just a little bit of the eggs pressed to his prostate, “Oh but how I desperately wanna see you push them all out too. On your knees....like a fucking whore.”

Pushing the toy inside him. Riling up the eggs that rolled around in his guts. Pressed at all the right spots and more. Wakasa was panting staring up at the ceiling when he rubbed his belly after you. Feeling the bulge you were admiring. It was big. But god how he wished it was bigger. Fuller. Teeming with eggs. He knew he’d love the evil you could do with this toy. 

“Next time I’ll plug you up,” You hummed happily as you watched his cock just about ready to burst it seemed, “Now, I wanna see you get up.”

“G-Get up?” Wakasa repeated your words not really sure he could.

“Get up.” You said sterner this time, “Get on your knees and push them all out. Each one. I wanna see you push all my eggs out pretty kitty...”

Groaning as Wakasa swore his limbs felt like they were made of lead. Your wish was his command and he wasn’t about to upset the person so lovingly pumping him full of eggs.

Careful as he did it. And with your help. The toy stay lodged inside him and not a single egg escaped prematurely. You rubbed his belly once more as Wakasa knelt above your lap. Staring down at his distended belly and raging hard cock sticking straight up regardless of his full belly.

“Wait-” You reached over and grabbed the container the eggs had been in before, “Mmm wanna catch all my pretty boy’s eggs after all.”

Maybe the wink you gave him. Or the utter disgusting nature of what he’d gotten himself into. Depraved be damn Wakasa didn’t care if it would be a mess. He was only thinking about being your incubator for the rest of his life now.

With encouragement and Wakasa’s hands on your shoulders to steady his wobbly legs. You slowly pushed the toy inside him a few more times. Met with resistance but mountains of pleasure as Wakasa inadvertently rutted his hips into the motion of the toy. Fucking himself best he could before without warning you pulled the literal plug on him. 

The utter disgusting gushing lewd noises that echoed in the room were the cherry on top. When Wakasa felt the slimy eggs pouring out of him. One by one. Thick in the middle as it passed through him. It felt all too weird and too good at once. And utterly neglected cock shot a healthy gush of cum up his abs. With the slow deflation of his belly as Wakasa doubled over you. Legs trembling. Moans ripped from his pretty lips. And the plop of each egg out of him caused the most spine tingling orgasm to take his breath away. Cum streaked across his now flat stomach as the last few eggs were pushed from his insides. The rest of his load dripped and drooled into the pail of eggs. Coated in every juice he had. Only complete when Wakasa realized all those eggs had been pressed against his bladder as well. And when he relaxed after his orgasm, he didn’t have any control of the golden stream. Accidentally pissing himself after all his muscles relaxed like one big sigh. Wakasa stared down at the jelly eggs coated in everything now getting a little gush of his piss on them. 

Utterly too fucked out of it all the man could do was slump into you. Comforted by your arms cradling him against your body. And your lips coming to kiss the sensitive skin right under his ear lobe.

“...don’t get too comfortable Waka.” You mumbled into his warm skin and gave him a playful nip of his ear lobe, “Those are reusable and I’m going to stuff them all back inside you. Plug you up and ride you until you’re crying under me.”

Wakasa couldn’t speak. Too in love with you and every word that left your mouth. He’d happily become your incubator for the rest of his life if this was the fun that awaited him.

[kingkatsuki]

Desperation | Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

This is a reupload from my other Tumblr account!

Should be writing collab pieces but here I am getting caught up on omaroshi with Kirishima. A thirst post that should’ve been under 500 words, oops! I’m so sorry I accidentally deleted your ask by mistake, but thank YOU, anon. Whoever you are, for this ask.

Please read the warnings and if it isn’t for you, please don’t read!!

Warnings: 18+, pwp, omaroshi, piss kink, public sex.

Word Count: 2841.

You huffed in exasperation as you shifted your weight on your heeled feet, standing in the queue for the bathroom for as long as you had been now causing a throb to ebb from the balls of your feet and up your thighs. You continued the shifting movement to try and make your urge to relieve yourself dissipate. Unbelievable that you were at such a big Hero Gala with so many famous faces and there was still a queue for the ladies bathroom.

“You still waiting, babe?” You gave Kirishima a pitiful look as he pecked your forehead, smiling at the ladies on either side of you in the queue who cooed at his public act of affection. He tried to hand another glass of champagne to you but you shook your head feebly, the thought of drinking any more liquid now making you quiver.

“It’s not fair.” You whined pathetically, pouting your lips as Kirishima couldn’t resist leaning down to press his lips against your own, “I bet there wasn’t a queue for the mens-”

“No,” Kirishima lifted the champagne to his lips as he took a sip. His strong, muscular arm wrapped around your side, sliding against the smooth silk dress you were wearing that hugged your frame, “Maybe you should just try again in a bit, so you don’t waste your entire evening waiting?”

“I can’t, I’m desperate.” You groaned, feeling Kirishima’s grip against you tighten as you groaned in a mixture of pain and displeasure.

“Why don’t you just use the mens, then?”

“Eijirou, I can’t.” You gave him a look of disdain, there was no way you could use the men’s bathroom at such a prestigious event, especially with the press swarming the building. Anyone could see, and that would probably make a fabulous tabloid article for you the next day, already speculating the scandalous headlines and rumours that would circulate.

“Come on, Princess. You can’t spend your entire evening in this line.” Cursing his strength as he pulled you out of the queue with ease, guiding you back towards the main hall, his arm still securely wrapped around your waist, thick fingers digging into your side.

“I literally can’t move.” You groaned, trying to stop him from dragging you into the busy ballroom as you pulled against his grip, your face flushed as you inhaled, hoping holding your breath would make the urge to go disappear.

“You know I got this drink just for you, babe.” He pouted as his innocent eyes gazed down at you, holding out the glass to you once more, “You don’t even want to take a sip?”

You tried to push the glass away, but he wouldn’t allow it. The same, innocent doe-eyed look on his face that you could never refuse as he offered the drink to you once more. Your hand shakily taking it from his grasp as you sipped at the fizzy liquid, feeling it slide down your throat as your core threatened to burst, a low groan leaving the back of your throat as you shuddered against him. Bouncing your leg as you tried to channel the ebb in your core towards other parts of your body, trying to subdue the throb inside you.

“That’s it.” He murmured, watching you drink the champagne as his fingers tipped the glass slightly, making you drink more of the alcohol than you would’ve liked. Watching your throat bob as he filled you with even more liquid. “Do you realise how sexy you look all needy like this, babe?”

Kirishima groaned, red eyes drinking in your feverish body as he moved you to face him. His hands holding onto your hips before leaning forward to pepper kisses along your jaw, his dark stubble tickling your cheek. Your eyes flutter shut at the motion as you almost forgot your predicament, allowing yourself to lean into his touch as his thick fingers dug into your curves.

“Please, Eiji. I really gotta go.” You took the opportunity to put your glass down on one of the tables in the room as you held your breath, trying to squeeze the muscles in your pelvis.

“Come on, princess.” Kirishima wrapped your smaller hand in his large fist, tugging you back in the direction of the bathrooms. Thinking that he was going to try and force you into the men’s bathrooms, not that you would object at this point. You were so desperate. The queue for the ladies looked even worse than it had been when you’d joined it, but he didn’t stop, continuing towards the exit of the building. There was no way you’d be able to make it home to use the toilet there either, you were fucked. Clenching your core as you tried to stop yourself from thinking about the urge to urinate but you were desperate. Kirishima caught you by surprise as he stopped by an unmarked door, his free hand moved to jiggle the handle, hearing the click to signal it was unlocked. He swiftly moved to peek his head inside, flicking the light switch on before swiftly dragging you in behind him as he shut the door behind him.

The room was dimly lit, evidently a supply closet full of cleaning supplies as Kirishima tugged you against his muscular body, his palm immediately moving down to the slit in your dress, slipping underneath the silk fabric to stroke against your naked leg. Already moving your body to press against the closed door as his large thigh slipped between your own, his foot kicking your legs apart as you whined in displeasure, your arms instinctively curling around his hulking frame as he pressed himself against you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” He growled, his mouth meeting yours in a sultry kiss, tongue already slipping out between your parted lips to invade your mouth, swallowing your objections as you almost forgot about your predicament, “You look so fucking good in that dress, sweetheart.”

Slipping up the skirt of your dress as his hands found purchase on your round ass, squeezing the supple skin as he tugged you against him, allowing you to feel his hardness straining against his slacks. You felt warm, a mixture of pleasure swirling inside you mixed with the desperation you still had to use the bathroom. You bit your lip as Kirishima began to trail kisses along your neck, pausing to suck against your pulse point as he lifted his knee, pressing your clothed cunt down against his thigh.

“Fuck, Eiji. I can’t-” You whimpered, the throb between your legs intensifying as you tried to stop yourself coming undone against him.

“Thought you said you needed to go, princess.” He smirked as he watched your eyes flutter, your head resting against the wooden door as your body began to grind against his thigh. You were trying to ignore the throb in your bladder but instead, it made you grind yourself against his thigh, creating delicious friction against your clit. The juxtaposition of pleasure and pain overwhelming you as you felt lightheaded, your nails digging into his suit jacket as your breath came out in light pants, “No one’s stopping you.”

“I can’t- I can’t go here.” You gave him an incredulous look, your trembling body felt as though it was aflame as he continued to grind you against his thigh, feeling the heat of your core through his suit pants as he bit down on your neck, suckling the supple skin as he felt your thighs try to close around his, trying to hold in your release.

“Yeah you can, you said you were desperate, remember?” He teased, his lips ghosting against your ear as he lifted a hand to palm your breast, delightfully relishing the fact that you hadn’t worn a bra with this outfit as your nipple pebbled against the sheer silk, fingertips flicking against it teasingly as he watched your reaction.

You tremble as you feel yourself begin to go, a small trickle leaving your body before you’re able to stop yourself, clenching your pelvic muscles hard as you grit your teeth. Sheer embarrassment flooding your body as Kirishima gives you an innocent smile, feeling the wetness already dampening your panties as the material sticks to your skin. Hoping that the liquid hadn’t leaked through the material and saturated his slacks, that Kirishima hadn’t noticed that you’d almost let go against him.

“Eijirou, please.”

“There’s no need to hold back in front of me, Princess. If you gotta go, you gotta go.” You could hear the teasing tone in his voice, there was no way he wanted you to go like this.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could hold it in, your entire body was throbbing as you struggled to form coherent sentences, your mind focused on the ebb between your thighs as you felt yourself begin to shake. Kirishima’s thigh constantly pressing against your cunt as his crimson eyes remained focused on you, words of encouragement continuing to be whispered in your ear.

This was it, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. The pressure inside you already increasing as the pain became almost unbearable, you were at the stage where you could no longer control yourself. There was no way you could subdue the urge to relieve yourself any longer.

Relief finally surges through your body as you felt the euphoria of alleviating the tension. The warm liquid dampening your panties and trickling down your inner legs, all the way to your strappy heels. Kirishima’s slacks now soaked and stuck to his skin as you let go, flowing freely.

“Yes.” Kirishima hissed as he felt you piss on his thigh, the warm liquid gushing out of you, “That’s it.”

Your breath came out in harsh pants as you finally felt free, the tension that had built inside you dissipating as you felt control return to your body. Your fingers still digging into Kirishima’s broad shoulders as you kept yourself upright. The material of your panties sticking to your cunt uncomfortably, glad that Kirishima had lifted the skirt of your dress so you didn’t spoil the fabric, but his pants, on the other hand, were drenched.

“Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl.” He growls his fingers already moving down to stroke against the soaked fabric of your panties, seeing the liquid trickling down your inner legs and against his slacks, the wet patch darkening his already black trousers as he presses against your core, “Look at the mess you’ve made.”

“Eijriou, stop.” You whined, feeling your entire body heat up in shame, shoving him back as you clenched your thighs together, trying to hide the shame, “It’s embarrassing.”

“Come on, baby. Let’s get these off you.” His fingers are already curling into the thin hem of your panties, dragging them down your soaked thighs as he helps you step out of them.

“I’m dirty,” You objected pitifully as you let him take your panties off.

“Yeah, you are.” He groaned, the tone of his voice made you groan as Kirishima took in the view of your slick legs, “Look at you.”

His palms slid back up your legs as he stood back towards you, his hands tugging your legs apart once more so he could gain access between them.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He groans, his fingers already delving between your folds to feel the mixture of liquids coating your folds, “So hot.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Everyone seeing what a filthy little girl you are.” He moved back slightly to motion towards his thigh now soaked with your release, “Maybe I should show them the mess you made.”

“No, Eiji. Please.” Your lower lip quivered as you felt his thick fingers circle your tight hole, teasingly dipping the calloused pad of his digit inside you as he watched you grind yourself down on him. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Kirishima was unable to wait any longer has he pulled his hand back from your slit, moving to unbuckle his belt as he tugged his slacks and boxer-briefs down just enough to free his aching cock, the material sitting around the swell of his ass as he curled a large palm around his cock. A large drool of pre-cum oozed out of the swollen reddened head as he rolled his thumb against it, smoothing it along his thick, veiny length. Involuntarily licking your lips at the sight as he pressed his hips against your own, his hip bones digging into your skin as he stroked the tip between your folds.

“Didn’t that feel good, princess?” Kirishima pressed a kiss to your lips, cherishing the blissful expression on your features as he pushed his hips forward, feeling the head of his cock breach your tight hole. He’d barely stretched you out with his foreplay so your inner walls clung to him, feeling a different kind of ache between your thighs as your body slowly began to stretch around him, his slow movements making you whine, pulling his shoulders towards you as you tried to get him to bury himself inside you with more urgency.

“I know, baby. I know.” He cooed, his hands slipping back to your ass to hold you against him, lifting one of your thighs to rest against his hip as he finally snapped his hips forward, burying his thick cock inside you to the hilt as you finally felt full.

The tightness you’d felt from holding onto your urge to go to the bathroom for so long was soon replaced with the restraint of his cock inside you. Your head slamming back onto the wooden door hard as you let out an unabashed moan, feeling Kirishima begin to rut into your tight cunt. Your walls sucking him in greedily as he used your body for his own gratification.

“I’m close.” You whined, needing that extra something to help you over the edge.

“Yeah?” Kirishima, as if understanding your subliminal request slipped his hand between your connected bodies to press his thumb against your clit, rubbing messy circles against the puffy nub as you felt yourself hurtling over the edge. Your legs trembling from staying upright in your high heels as your toes began to curl, crying out his name as you came undone.

“Eijriou.” You whimpered out his name as Kirishima kept the consistent pace inside you, hungrily searching for his release as he felt your inner walls convulsing around him in the aftershocks of your climax.

“Fuck, baby. You wanna get caught?” Kirishima groaned as he continued rutting his hips into you, “Want everyone to see the fuckin’ mess you made?”

His words made you tremble, pleasure already overtaking your senses as he continued to use you for his release, each thrust had his thick length buried deeper inside your heat, the tip of his cock almost brushing against your cervix with each sloppy movement. Each rough thrust making you cry out in bliss, your breath coming out in hot pants.

“So fuckin’ noisy.” He grinned, moving his hand from your clit to grip your hips, angling your body as he chased his release.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna-” He came with a grunt, burying his sweaty forehead into your neck as he coated your inner walls with white, hot ropes of his cum. Your hand moving to hold the back of his neck as you tried to keep him inside you for as long as possible, trying to savour the closeness.

“You’re incredible,” Kirishima whispered against your neck, pressing his lips against your sweaty skin as he finally pulled out of your pulsating heat. You whined at the loss of contact as he moved to stick his softening cock back inside his slacks, uncaring that he was slick with your fluids.

“You look how you should look when I’m done with you,” He gave you a cocky grin, “Absolutely fucked.”

“I can’t go back out there like this,” You whined, feeling the mess between your thighs, sticky against your skin, “Can I have your boxers?”

“You want me to go on stage commando? That’s kinky even for you, babe.” He teased.

“On stage?” There was no way he was planning to stay at this gala after this, you looked a mess. If the paparazzi snapped you liked this you’d be mortified.

“I still haven’t accepted my award yet, babe.”

“You must be joking.” You deadpanned, there was no way you were staying, the wet patch you’d created still blatantly obvious against his slacks.

“Come on, babe.” Kirishima leaned down to pick up your sopping panties, grinning as he held the crotch up to his crimson eyes, obviously proud of himself as he shoved the fabric into his trouser pocket with no shame, moving to open the door, “I’m the one that’s dirty.”

“Fine,” You huffed, hoping that there was no longer a queue for the bathrooms so you could at least fix your hair, “But you’re cleaning this mess up because it’s all your fault.”

“Hey, you’re the one that made it, princess.”

[0rchard]

osamu accidentally pissing in ur mouth

Anon you have such a big brain, right when I was thinking about piss kink, you came here in my ask box and that’s very sexy of you 😩🧘‍♀️

On his part, yes, maybe it was accidental. Maybe that he didn’t intend to release himself in your mouth, but you? You had it planned all along. Using the pretext of the hot weather as a way to make him drink a lot. For once that he had a day off, where he could relax, not having to worry about his restaurant. It didn’t surprise him when you brought him a bottle of water asking him to make sure he would drink it. He wasn’t surprised either when you initiated more intimate contact between the 2 of you, after all, you often ended up fucking during his day off because of the accumulated sexual frustration.

He was pleased to see you going down on him, and because of that didn’t felt the warning his bladder gave him. In fact, he never realized how bad he needed to pee, that was until he finally came in your mouth, a powerful orgasm shaking his body, the most powerful he ever had. But pleasure quickly got replaced by the harsh realization and the shame that cum wasn’t the only thing he released in your mouth and that the hot liquid you were happily drinking, flooding your mouth and rolling down your cheek was nothing else but pee.

[mrskurono]

I thought it might be too biased to say they all wanna breed. BUT OH MY GOSH.

I WANT PUPS WITH KITA???? OMIMI????? OU MY GODBXUABUZBXHX!!!!! Atsumu would be such a goofy wolf dad s2g.

Scratching werewolf!Omimis chin while he's buried so deep bc he's such a good boy and deserves affection thank u.

Which boi can't handle cockwarming oooh???? Bc ngl it would be kinda hot to see em' squirm. ❤❤❤❤❤

THEY'RE WEREWOLVES IT WOULD BE ILLEGAL FOR THEM ALL NOT TO HAVE A BREEDING KINK

rewatching to the top got me acting up for Omimi thinking bout that big scary man with mean teeth wanting babies v.v

Scratching his chin!!! Nearly outta breath after you lost count how many times you came during the relentless fucking Omimi gave you after you gave him the go ahead. His pretty face right there in front of you to admire while you scratch his chin and rub his ears. Big dopey puppy panting above you while he's buried inside you <3 Can't even get up to go pee, might as well piss around his cock. Lord knows Omimi loves it even more when he reeks like your love <3

Oooooo cockwarming, I feel like thats hard for MOST of them...ok ok ok

Won't cockwarm. Physically cannot pls they are either going to break down sobbing or you simply can't get their hips to stop moving

ATSUMU (poor thing, it's ok bby never needs to cockwarm he's too excited), Heisuke, Michinari

Will...ish. Is going to whine, moan, bitch, just make life absolutely miserable until you just let them

Omimi, Ginjima, ARAN, Suna

Sits sill like a good boi bc you said so. Gets extra chin scritches

KITA, Osamu

[dmelit]

D’Melit was panting heavily in a random alleyway of Ul’dah, her hair was mess from being dragged and thrown about by it, with a glob of spit in it, her face was bruised from the amount of punches and kicks she ended up receiving with a bit of blood dripping out her mouth, her face also coated in juices and her piss from wetting herself and pushed down into it, with a glob of spit on her face.

She was still panting softly, laying down on the stone cold floor with the Au ra now leaving her there, tossing a gil coin onto her back for her services, the citizens of Ul’dah walking by and avoiding eye contact with her. “A-Au ra’s are amazing~” She says weakly to herself, now standing back up slowly.

[nekosatnight]

Forced Beach Toilet. Hisayo to Yuu after she fucks her

Yuu was pantting heavily on the floor in the sand, next to hole that Hisayo made her dig, her holes overflowing with Hisayo’s cum once she was done fucking her small assassin.

Though it seemed like Hisayo wasn’t done with her little assassin just yet, Yuu now felt her body being rolled over so she was on her back and feeling Hisayo’s foot coming down directly onto her face, grinding her foot over her face and rubbing all the sand of her sole over her face, moaning faintly as Hisayo took Yuu’s daggers out her little beach bad and shoving the handles of them into her holes to act as plugs.

Yuu soon find himself getting pushed into the hole he just ended up digging along with Hisayo suddenly burying him in it till only his head was sticking out of it. She soon starting to whimper slightly when Hisayo was repeatedly stomping down on Yuu’s face with her having nowhere to go this time.

With Yuu now panting heavily with her face covered in bruises from Hisayo stomping on it, he would then nod his head slightly when she ordered him not to swallow anything till he was ordered to swallow, now opening up her mouth for her. 

She kept her mouth open for a while while Hisayo was building up some spit in her mouth before spitting into Yuu’s mouth and watching her face blush, though it got worse past that when Hisayo was squatting down near her mouth, moving her bikini bottoms to the side and pissing right into her mouth, smirking while was watching it pool up in her mouth. Her eyes widen when she saw Hisayo moving slightly, now having her asshole right above her mouth, and placing it down right on top of her mouth, letting out a sigh as she unloads a thick log into her mouth, leaving the tip to stick out her mouth slightly. Now reaching into her bag again and taking out Yuu’s underwear from there first meeting, using them as to wipe herself and placing them into Yuu’s mouth, not letting her swallow as she goes off to explore the beach to have some fun while leaving Yuu’s head sticking out the sand as unflushed toilet.

While trapped there and waiting for a few hours, it only got worse when she saw her sister also come to the beach to make sure her sister wasn’t causing much trouble, only to find her sister pet/assassin trapped in the sound with her piss, shit and used underwear in her mouth. Miya then had Akemi hold a towel round her so no one could see her, as she now squatted over Yuu’s and just pissing over her face, watching Yuu close her eyes while she started to shit over her face as well, covering her eyes so she can’t open them. She would then fix her bottom and stood back up, both her and Akemi spitting onto Yuu’s face as they left her there, since she was Hisayo’s responsibility to look after.

Once Hisayo returned, she would see that her pet had extra’s added on from when she left her, now stroking her cock while keeping away a bit to not get the smell on her, cumming over her face and into her mouth, leaving her again and saying she would send a maid to come and dig her out.

[hayakeiji]

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tw somnophilia

tw:watersports / tw piss

tw drugs

tw alcohol

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tw:incest

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