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When you sent over the video earlier that day, Hawks hadn’t expected it to be anything overly special. Sometimes you just send Hawks random videos when you’re bored at work. Still, Hawks noticed this one had a significantly longer length than usual. Hawks didn’t pay any attention at first because Hawks was, unfortunately, running a couple of back-to-back errands after work. But now that he’s finally done, the Wing Hero Hawks can finally check what you sent and respond.
Honestly, Takami Keigo does feel horrible for leaving his girlfriend on read, but Hawks’d make sure to send you a million and one text messages later. Maybe send you some of your favorite takeout in apology.
So Hawks leans back on his bed, stretching for a second to get comfortable before pressing the video.
Hawks smiles when he sees your pretty face, the one he loves kissing so much. It never gets old to see you, and just seeing a video makes Hawks miss you all the more, even though the man knows you’d be coming back home in the next few hours.
From what he’s looking at in the video, you’re propping your phone up sideways, so Hawks makes sure to fix the settings so he can watch easily in a landscape setup.
Hawks' brows raise, eyes widening when he sees someone walk into the room.
No.
No.
No.
No no no no no no no no –
The both of you have come to an agreement of being in an open relationship. After all, while the both of you are very much in love, you’re both very young and very different and have differing work schedules. You’re both in agreement that as long as you told the other after about it, everything would be alright.
But this?
Fuck.
He should have made this one stipulation.
Fuck !
His regret is quickly signed, sealed, and delivered, your fingers hooking into the belt loops of the man’s pants, yanking him towards you.
Clearing his throat, Hawks feel the heat rise to his chest and face when you lean in, going just slightly tippy toes in your hero outfit’s boots.
“C’mon, don’t tell me you had no idea why I asked you to come to my agency,” you tell Twice, the blonde’s eyes widening so comically that Hawks can’t help but snort. “You think I don’t see how you stare at my ass whenever you do weekly check-ins with Hawks and me?”
“I–” Twice croaks out. “Fuck. I can’t do that . We can’t– Aren’t you n’ Hawks dating or something?”
You look so sweet, lashes batting against your cheekbones, and Hawks don’t have to know that your pupils are blown. He’s known you long enough to know all the non-verbal cues that you’re been riled up, intentional or not, with whatever you two have been dancing about over the last few days. Now it’s come to fruition, and Hawks knows, Hawks just knows that Bubaigawara fucking Jin can practically taste the remnants of a Listerine mint strip on your tongue.
Fuck. How long has this been going on under his nose to not pick up the little hints that not only has Twice been eye-fucking you, but you’ve been doing it back?
“It’s just the both of us; what’re you afraid of–”
And then you're gasping, Twice lifting up his mask just high enough so he can put his mouth on yours, his large hand on the back of your neck. It’s a rough, surprisingly possessive act as though you’d try to pull away from him when this is what you’ve been wanting this whole time. He crowds you up against your desk, the furniture jolting from the sudden movement. Then, he pulls away from the kiss, his hand sliding from your nape to the front of your neck, fingers squeezing just a little. Your breathing quickens, chest rising and falling behind your uniform.
Hawks doesn’t even realize that he’s stood up, ready at a moment’s notice to go and fly off to save you, as if you couldn’t fend for yourself and as if this wasn’t taken some time ago. He feels sick to his stomach if Twice would take this advantage of getting revenge on him by hurting you somehow.
Twice’s eyes are on yours before he lets go of your throat, taking a few steps away.
Takami Keigo lets out a sigh, dragging the palm of his hand down his face. Sure, he’s aware that Bubaigawara hates him, and he deserves it. But at the same time, he knows that Twice would never truly hurt someone, especially someone like you.
“Uniform. All of it. Off.”
“No, keep it on, what would Hawks think!”
“Hurry up, whore!”
All the different contradictions sound more like an order than anything else, but a thrill runs through Hawks veins with how he can see you shudder at his words. You makes quick work of it, t-shirt pulled over your head, belt loosened, pants shucked off, boots and socks all gone. Hawks know you’re aching for it, but you don't get naked completely. After all, Twice just said your uniform. Although you own your own agency, you’re also pretty good at following orders, especially when you know it’ll get you what you want. Sure, Hawks’ aware you want nothing more than to be fucked thoroughly, but you’re a good girl.
You’re patient; you can wait.
By the time you’re left in your underwear, Twice sucks in a sharp breath as his eyes fall on your ass. Pert, tight, round – all from your hard work to keeping in perfect physical condition.
Fuck; doesn’t Hawks know it. Hawks fingers practically twitch, wanting to reach out and squeeze.
“You’re so prett–”
“--Hot as fuck! What a fuckable ass!”
Twice claps his hand over his mouth, groaning at himself. You chuckle at him, a knowing smile on your face; you’re glad he’s getting the help that he’s been needing since leaving the League. When Twice sees you not worry about what his other alters are saying, he’s gesturing for you to come over, to bridge the space he’d made earlier by stepping back to watch you undress.
“No. Stop,” Twice tells you, to which you comply, albeit confused. “Hands and knees. Crawl.”
You look slightly affronted, and Hawks can almost see the gears in your head turning. It’s more than evident that you really want, need this. Obediently, you follow, crawling over to Twice until you're kneeling in front of him, eyebrows raised slightly.
“You want me to bark and roll over too?” you ask, a playful lilt in your voice.
Twice snorts.
“No, but you can put that mouth to better use,” he tells you , gesturing for you to get to it.
You don’t have to be told twice as you undo Twice’s belt, pulling the zipper down with you teeth. Yanking down his boxers, you’re greeted with his already half-hard cock, and who wouldn’t be? Your pink tongue lolls out of your mouth, running from the base to the tip, flicking lightly over the slit at the top.
Hawks feel his own dick twitch behind the confines of his sweatpants. He inhales sharply, resisting the urge to palm at himself.
Sliding your wet muscle up and down, it doesn’t take long for his cock to swell up, and you tilt your head to rub your tongue against his balls. Twice groans, and you can’t help but smile as you take one of them into your mouth, rolling it before giving it a suck and pulling away with a pop. You give the other the same treatment, eyes on him as you do this.
But then unintentionally, his quirk activates. Or whatever it was, maybe he activated it earlier, because his duplicates are entering the room. Hawks knows for a fact that it isn’t Toga, Twice’s good friend, because there is more than just one.
“Hey, did you have the– whoa! Whoa, yo, hey, what the fuck–”
Hawks’ brows crease as he sees a couple of Twices standing in the doorway, and the original Twice’s face appears horrified. You, on the other hand, aren't. Internally, your boyfriend seethes; you planned this.
“Are you fuckin’ kidding me right now–”
“Just inside and close the door behind you!” You yell out, kneeling in front of the man who’s still got his very hard dick in front of your face.
The other Twices comply, all getting inside the office and closing the door behind them. There's some awkward silence for a moment because they heard you, right? you told them to enter the office and close the door, not leave and close the door.
“Are you just gonna stand around tyoure or…?” You ask, fingers wrapping around Twice again.
The man grunts as you stroke him up and down, mouthing at his balls as the other versions simply stand and fidget. Then you impatiently gestured at them with your free hand, and all Hawks can think about is, holy shit, there's four– no. There are five men in there with you.
Vaguely, Hawks tries to make sense of who is who, but he all mentally dubs them as: Twice 2, Twice 3, Twice 4, and Twice 5. Not that it matters, really, as they start yanking out their cocks.
“Wow, Hawks’ really filming this shit, huh?” One of them asks, nodding towards Hawks, and the hero feels his shoulder square up just a smidge. It feels like Hawks is in the room, watching this unfold. “Freaky. Like it.”
You open your mouth, a glob of spit falling onto Twice’s cock before finally taking him in your mouth. Bobbing your head up and down, your cheeks hollow out as you rub the flat of your tongue along that sensitive vein running along his shaft. You look so good doing it; Hawks know you're doing it to put on a show for the other four men.
Then you’re taking Twice as far as you possibly can into your mouth and looking over at the camera, at Hawks .
your eyes are slightly watery from the exertion, your throat muscles bulging because, holy shit, you have a cock shoved far down. Hawks wish he could reach out and gently run his fingertips over the protrusion beneath your soft skin.
Then you’re pulling off; there's a thick, viscous string connecting your pink tongue to his engorged cockhead.
Disjointed fuck s and holy shit s ring through the small office.
“Yeah, scoot over; you’ve had her for God knows how long,” one of them says, shooing an affronted Bubaigawara away, who protests that he and you have just started.
Hawks tries to keep track of who is who, but he knows for a fact that it’ll be confusing real quick. Doesn’t matter.
“Fuck, you’re filthy already. Look at that,” one of them tells you, grasping your jaw in his hand, thumb pushing past your lips. The action makes your tongue slide out again, and he leans in, spitting into your open mouth. You groan, swallowing it down, and the others laugh. “Shit.”
Another Twice runs his fingers through your hair, tilting your head back before shoving two fingers into your mouth, pushing them in and out. You suck around them, eager and wanting, as you swirl your tongue around his long fingers. Before you (or Hawks) know it, you're pulled up from the ground and hoisted onto the desk, head hanging off the edge. You look good like this, still in your underwear, as the men crowd around you.
One of the other Twices scoots closer, hard dick in hand, as he slaps it against your face. Hawks can see how he’s measuring it against your head, the whole length practically the exact measurement from your forehead to chin. He leans forward, letting his balls drag over your face before tapping your lips with his cockhead.
“Open up.”
You do so, mouth open as he pushes in.
“Oooh, fuck, if any of us’d known back then that you were this much of a filthy little whore, I woulda fucked you a long time ago,” he mutters. “We’ve all thought about fucking senseless. Who woulda known! Shoulda taken you back to the LoV way back and just let everyone have a pass.”
When you groan around his cock at your words, Twice nearly lets out a yell at the sensation. He thrusts into your particularly hard, almost causing you to try and pull away instinctively, only for you to whimper as he fists his calloused hand in your hair. You can’t pull away, can’t do anything except lay there and take the cock that’s using your mouth thoroughly.
“Mm, is that whatcha want? Fuck. You shouldn’t have to do anything at this point. We should just keep you here’n this office, just for your other sidekicks to use, y’now.” He laughs, hips moving faster. “Free use. Anyone could come in and have atcha to just rub their dicks or cunts all over to get off.”
You can’t even respond to his question about debasing you even further. Still, Hawks can see the muscles in your thighs twitch at Twice’s words. It’s more than obvious that you fantasized about it, but now so is Hawks. All Hawks can think about is you working naked in your office, not even bothering to put on a Do Not Disturb status on your computer or even closing the door because everyone knows you're not only the agency’s boss but also the service girl.
“God gave you two hands. Use ‘em,” the man tells you, earning a snort from the other guys in the room.
You do your best to keep up with how Twice’s cock shoves into your mouth while reaching for two others. The first few moments are a little clunky and disjointed, with you trying to relax and let one of them fuck your mouth while your fingers wrap around the other two and stroke them. Who can blame you? You’re lying on your back with your head hanging off the edge of the desk, practically upside down. You manage to figure it out quickly, though, soft grunts and groans audible throughout the room amidst the wet noise of gluck gluck gack glack glurk as tears begin to sting hot behind your lash line.
“Fuck, move over,” one of the men mutters to the one throatfucking you, who begrudgingly pulls out of your mouth. You gasp for air, finally able to pull in a more significant amount of oxygen versus the paltry breaths you had managed to steal amidst the prior intrusion to your throat.
It’s impossible for you to fit two massive dicks there, so you let them rub all over your cock-swollen lips. Precum smears all over it, and then you’re leaning in, servicing Twice’s cock in your mouth by hollowing your cheeks and letting him thrust in and out of your mouth. Hawks can easily see how your throat bulges when he pushes further. The two men take their turns fucking your mouth, thrusting their dicks in as far as they possibly can into your throat while you keeps your hands busy stroking two more.
But one of the Twices (Hawks can’t figure out which one), who had been watching the whole show from a distance, actually steps in.
With you busy having your mouth, throat, and hands used to service the other men, he’s free to do whatever he wants.
So he reaches around to undo your bra, your round tits now free for him to squeeze. He only gives you a little attention, thumbs and forefingers pinching and tugging at your pert nipples before giving both breasts a light slap. You groans around the cock that’s fucking your throat now. Hawks isn’t even sure whose dick it is because he’s watching Twice suck and bite his way down your torso, fingers working at removing your underwear.
Your boyfriend groans; he can see how glossy you are between your legs.
The Twice between your legs runs fingers up and down the seam of your cunt, and you choke so hard around a cock that it has to pull out. He’s not about to get his dick chomped off.
“That sensitive, huh?” Twice asks you with a sneaky little grin.
His free hand is wrapped around his cock, stroking up and down before slapping it against your cunt. Your legs twitch when the heavy cockhead smacks against your hooded clit, but before you can even respond to his question, the four other men switch. He shoves his cock into your mouth and you thrash for a second at the intrusion. The wet noise of your gagging on his dick is so loud as he fucks your throat, the muscles along your neck bulging as the other men jeer at how well you’re taking it.
One of the men spreads your legs further as he wedges himself between your thighs. It’s quick work for him to aim his dick at your cunt. Your legs twitch in his grasp when he pushes the tip in, and then he leans forward to shove his cock.
“Ohhh, fuck , your mouth feels so good,” he mutters, your muffled yell at the sudden intrusion in your pussy sending vibrations running down his cock.
As you frantically stroke and suck, the Twice in your cunt gives you a second to adjust, but just that one second.
Because he’s starting to thrust now, slow-and-deep movements that have you twitching on the table. The others adjust your a little, your upper body hanging off the desk more as the cock pulls out of your mouth, allowing another man to scoot forward. You moan as you eat one of the Twice’s ass out, your pink tongue circling his hole and sloppily licking and rubbing. As he rocks his hips against your face, his balls drag over your chin and lips, allowing you better access to kiss and suck whatever you can get your mouth on.
“Nasty bitch,” he laughs out before reaching down and tilting your face towards the camera, towards Hawks.
Because of the previous angle, Hawks couldn’t see your face earlier, what with your head being upside down and cocks being shoved down your throat. But now? Holy shit .
You have your mascara all smudged, tears in your pretty eyes. Your hair’s been sifted out from your formerly-neat hairstyle, some locks sticking here and there. Twice reaches down, carefully adjusting your hair, so it isn’t snagging on your scalp at the strange angle. You look absolutely debauched already, lips all cockswollen from the amount of throatfucking you had just received. Between your legs, your cunt is so wet as it’s being used, the very audible sound of click click click click flooding the phone camera’s microphone.
“K-Keigo–” you groan out, voice shot. A wheeze escapes as Twice picks up his pace, your tits bouncing to the rhythm that his hips have set. “Oh, fuck, it feels so good –”
“Yeah?” One of them asks, supporting the back of your head and forcing you to look down where the massive cock is plowing your cunt. “You like showing your boyfriend how much you like cock, huh?”
“I– Yes, fuck, I– Aah –!” you shriek, your grip and stroking on the other cocks stuttering. The man fucking you must have hit your sweet spot just right because you’re babbling now, and when he reaches down, fingers toying with your clit, you keen. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum– can I cum, please, please –”
The men around you laugh, one of them slapping your tits and giving your nipple a little pinch. Another rubs his hard cock against your breast before reaching down to your pussy. His ring and middle finger press against where the cock is splitting you open, and you outright sob at the sensation because those fingers are pushing in, stretching you out even more than you already are.
“Wanna cum? Go on then,” he mutters, making you face Hawks again. “Let him know.”
Your eyes practically lock with Hawks’ as the cock and fingers in your pussy fuck into your wildly, the heel of the palm rubbing against your clit. Twice’s fingers wrap around your throat, squeezing just enough to make breathing difficult but not enough to restrict completely.
“Mmh, I’m g– I’m cumming– oh god , I’m–”
Your words are cut off as your pleasure crests, hitting you so hard that you can’t speak. Then Twice lets go of your throat, the sudden oxygen intake impacting and amplifying your orgasm. You let out a loud cry, your whole body shuddering in pleasure. The cock in your pussy only fucks you harder, the fingers slipping out in lieu of rubbing at your clit.
You are practically incoherent as they force you to ride out your orgasm, Twice still thrusting and enjoying how your cunt clamps like a vice around his throbbing cock.
“Fuck, look at you,” another mutters, stroking his cock as you twitch in oversensitivity.
The one fucking you mercifully pulls out with a wet click, your body trembling still from the aftershocks.
As enticing and appealing as it is to fuck you across your desk, they all seem to come to an unspoken consensus that for whatever they have in store, they need to change spots. So you’re taken over one of the standard-issue couches they provide in your agency. Luckily, it’s at the perfect angle where Hawks can see everything.
A Tiwice gives your ass a quick smack, the fat there rippling from the impact.
“What’s this?”
The other men look over to where one of the Twices is, who seems to have found something that had toppled over from your desk. While it looks like a pretty regular-looking bottle of sanitizer, it isn’t. Picking it up, he inspects it before letting out a laugh.
“Well, whaddaya know, this little slut keeps a bottle of literal lube on her office desk,” he snickers, tossing it to one of the men closer to you.
“Whaaaat. Yo, no fuckin’ way. I thought it was hand sanitizer earlier.”
“Makes sense, though,” he says, manhandling you, so you're on your hands and knees on the couch. Twice hands him the bottle. “C’mon, look at this ass. It’s just begging to be fucked.”
Quickly lubing himself up, the bottle is passed around the other as you bite your lower lip in anticipation. You look at the camera, eyes boring into Hawks’ as he watches. A yelp leaves you when one of the other men slaps your ass, skin reddening from the impact.
“Fuck, just fuck me already, would you?” you huff, only for your jaw to drop at the sensation of a fat cockhead pressing against your ass.
It’s a tight fit.
You haven’t been stretched or prepped to take him, so the pressure against that tight rim is excruciatingly painful. Hawks knows it must be because you're whining, your pretty face scrunched up with your brows knit together. Your boyfriend is aware it is painful for you because this has been something Hawks two have done before. But if there’s one thing the Wing Hero knows about you, it’s that you aren't a quitter.
Seems like neither is Twice.
The other men stroke themselves as he manages to push his tip in, a joking cheering noise made by the others. Your jaw drops, grip on the couch cushion increasing as the man in your ass pushes forward slowly, the lube doing very little to ease the tightness. He groans, enjoying the hot suction of your tight hole. Twice has to rock his hips back and forth in incremental movements, pulling out an inch only to slide two or three more in. But before they (or Hawks) can realize it, he's reached halfway in, and you're already panting. Some tears are glistening in your eyes when he pauses.
"Are you trying to tease me or–"
Then he slams the rest of his cock, balls swinging forward to press against your cunt.
You squeal, drool slipping out of your mouth as one of the other Twices wipes up with the tip of his dick before feeding it to you. Groaning, you suck around him, and Hawks know you're tasting your cunt from the cock pushing in and out of your mouth. Cocks are pushed once more into your hands, the men touching and groping. Hips collide against your ass, his steady grip on your waist keeping your from jolting away from how he's fucking you.
At some point, you're readjusted, and the dick in your mouth is pulled away.
You’re rearranged so that you're almost lying sideways on the couch as Twice allows you to use his lap as a pillow prop for your head. It isn't for free, though, because he's gathering your hair in his hands and guiding your mouth back to his cock.
With this angle, Hawks can easily witness the girthy cock fucking your ass, the movement causing your cunt to bulge out just a little with how he's going at it. Hawks couldn't have been the only one noticing it because one of the other men reaches over, fingers pushing into your cunt to feel your muscles spasm and contract wildly.
Your pretty eyes are focused on Hawks, fingers rapidly stroking another cock as you do your best to bob your head up and down on Twice's shaft. Pulling off him with a wet pop, you lick around the tip like a lollipop as you let out a breathy moan.
"Oh, fuck– oh K-Kei, fuck, he's fucking my ass s-so good–"
"Yeah?" He grunts, hips kicking it up a notch. "Ya like that? Fuck, 'm gonna cum– hah– Gonna cum soon, damn your ass's so fuckin' tight, fuck –"
Some of the other guys laugh a bit, mocking him for being such a quickshot, but Hawks can't really blame him. Your holes are perfect, so tight and snug to wrap around one's cock.
The other fingers your cunt faster, the sounds so wet and lewd in the small office as you pant. Your eyes close, trying to maintain coherence as your ass gets used for the man's pleasure.
"C'mon, tell your boyfriend what you want."
Twice’s hand reaches around, forcing you to look back at Hawks, and you gasp, your leg flexing in the other man’s grasp.
“I want him to cum– wanna be filled up, K-Kei,” you mewl out, your tits bouncing as the man pounds into you. “Want my ass to be filled with cum!”
The Twice fucking you, however, has other ideas.
“Oh, fuck, fuck–!” He grunts, pulling out of your ass and shoving his cock into your cunt, bottoming out so quickly and so roughly. A Twice hand claps over your mouth, muffling what would have been a very high-pitched scream as your own orgasm hits you out of nowhere. You breathe in hard through your nose, tears streaming down from your eyes and over his knuckles before he lets go of your mouth.
You’re panting and huffing, twitching as the Twice in your pussy groans. His hips are still moving, enjoying how your clenching is milking him for all he’s worth.
After a short while, he pulls out, a little rivulet of his spend dribbling out from your hole. It doesn’t take long for someone else to take his place, the man getting between your legs and shoving his lubed-up cock into your ass, too.
You squirm, sobbing and panting as he plows into your tight little hole.
He’s big, his cock sawing into your and forcing your insides to accommodate his shape. Like the others, the man has been patient, waiting his turn to enjoy Hawks’ girlfriend’s holes. He groans, giving your ass a slap with his palm before he reaches over, fingers around your throat for leverage.
“ Mmmfh –” you wheeze, still able to breathe, but not as much as you needs to. It makes sense that you has to take mouthfuls of oxygen into your lungs because it isn’t easy to just take his dick into your hole like this. As he fucks you, ass cheeks pink from the impact of his slamming hips, you looks at Hawks, lips glossy and swollen.
Goodness if you don't look so good like this.
“Fuck, yer ass is so fuckin’ good,” he groans, using your neck to shove you down, meeting him halfway for each thrust. You’re practically a living, breathing fleshlight with how he’s manhandling you, perfectly taking his cock deep inside your ass.
Hawks notice that each thrust makes your cunt clench, causing some of the previous man’s cum to slowly trickle out.
Right before the possibility of it going to waste comes to fruition, the one fucking you is pulling out and shoving into your pussy, slamming over and over again as he groans loudly. His grip on your throat is tight this time because his climax feels so good. His cum mixes with the previous load inside your cunt. When he pulls out, Twice reaches over to adjust your back, hips tilted up to prevent the loads from spilling out.
“Hey, toss me a Sharpie, wontcha?” He asks, to which the marker is thrown in his direction. Uncapping it, he draws two tally marks on the back of your thigh, a grin on his face before he pushes three fingers into your ass, curling them upwards just to watch your cunt push out a little. “Wonder how much cum Hawks’ sweetheart can hold.”
You’re soon manhandled around so that you're hanging off the couch. hips are propped up against the front, toes practically over your head with your cunt and ass presented to Hawks. On the couch, Twice spreads your labia, allowing some of the mixed-up semen to drip out a bit. It lands on your chin, trickling down to your mouth, and you look at Hawks as you part your lips, tongue darting out to lick it up.
“Fuck.”
Another man pushes into your ass.
At this point, there’s little to no resistance with how stretched you had been from the two previous cocks. So he fucks you with wild abandon, your hole easily swallowing him up. You whine and moan, hands grasping at your own tits as your gaze is caught between staring at the cock plowing into your and looking up at Hawks. Around you are the rest of the men watching, stroking their dicks to the scene of your ass being used.
When Twice finally reaches his peak, he doesn’t push into your cunt. Instead, he hoists you up, his arms around you as he half-stands, driving into your ass. You cry out, nails digging into his skin and marking him as he slams up, releasing his semen deep inside your asshole.
“Fuck– oh God, it’s– it’s hot,” you breathes out shakily, legs beginning to tremble from the impact you've been receiving. The man marks his own tally on your skin. “So much cum…”
So much cum, and Hawks girlfriend has two more to go.
Twice goes next, laying your on the couch and fucking your missionary-style, fingers pinching your clit while his other slaps at your round tits. You cry out, the sensation quickly sending you into a downward spiral. Twice doesn’t last long after that, pulling out and scooting forward. Your mouth eagerly opens to take his cum as he feverishly strokes himself up and down, his spunk landing on your cheeks, nose, and most of it on your tongue. He takes his cock, using the tip to wipe off the excess on your face before feeding it to you, moaning at the taste of his cum.
You look over at your boyfriend through the phone camera, showing Hawks all the cum you gathered in your mouth before swallowing it. Smiling at Hawks, so sweet and pretty, even as another mark is drawn onto your skin with the Sharpie.
Twice huddles further, still stroking his cock as you suck his balls. Your hands move up to spread his ass cheeks, tongue darting out to run and circle his puckered little hole. Around them, the other men fist their dicks, jacking off to the sight of you rimming Twice.
Hawks wonder if it’s hard for you to even clench at this point.
One of the Twices sits on the couch, pulling you to his lap so you both face Hawks. Carefully, he lowers you onto his cock, a thin whine escaping your voice. Hawks can see so much cum already slowly trickling out of your holes, dripping down to his balls. He’s churning up your insides, fucking your slowly, thoroughly.
Twice’s arms hook under your legs, fingers interlaced behind your neck as he adjusts your into a full nelson. Although you’ve been quite submissive (and breedable), willing to be fucked in whatever position the men wish, you are entirely at the current man’s mercy.
“Oh God,” you wheeze out, face forced at an angle to watch his thick cock shove in and out of your loosened-up asshole. There's the steady sound of pap pap pap as he thrusts up, enjoying the feeling of you being unable to do anything but just take it.
And take it you do.
You tilt your head a bit, looking up at Hawks, mascara ruined, as you whine to the beat of Bubaigawa rearranging your guts.
“‘Scuse me,” the man fucking your ass grunts as someone makes their way in between both legs.
Although he had complained two seconds prior, he’s scooting a bit on the couch, arms unlatching from you in the prior full nelson. They’re positioned in a way that doesn’t obstruct Hawks’ vision, even when the other Twice makes himself comfortable between their legs again.
“I– I don’t know if it’ll fit,” you balks, even though everyone knows you’re more than capable of taking it. After all, Hawks can tell by the pseudo-innocent expression on your face and the tone of your voice that you're just goading them on a little further.
Twice grins, leaning down to run his tongue along your cheek, licking up a trickle of your tear. It’s filthy and debauched, and it’s perfect as he pushes his heavy cock into your cum-filled pussy.
The three on the couch groan at that, the sensation of your two overstuffed and very wet holes clenching perfectly. Beneath you, Twice groans into your neck, resisting the urge to just thrust up into your ass. Still, it’s a bit difficult now, given that there’s another dick involved with fucking you. So they give it a moment, experimenting with little thrusts that have you gasping at the fullness.
By the time they’ve somewhat got a rhythm down, the two men are gesturing for the others to come closer, their cocks already fully hard once more. Hawks can’t blame them. It makes sense that they’d bust quickly because who wouldn’t? You’re perfect, body simply made to be fucked. It also makes sense that they’d manage to get hard once more,
The ones fucking are both slow, trying to move slowly lest they accidentally slip out. They’re still testing their rhythm, trying to figure out a working pattern so that one pushes in when the other pulls out.
As they work together to fuck your holes, the rest of the men scoot closer. They push their cocks into your hands, and another moves behind you to slip his cock into your willing mouth.
It’s a bit janky at first.
There are a lot of bodies, a lot of movements that need to be calculated to get things right, and if you are overwhelmed… Rightly so.
A cock in your ass, one in your cunt, one in each of your hands, and another down your throat.
At least currently, you're half lying on a man’s chest, which provides less strain on your body. For now, you let one take the lead in fucking your cunt, the movements allowing your to slightly shift on the cock in your ass. Above you, Twice is taking the lead by shoving his cock in and out of your mouth, eliciting the wet noise of your trying not to gag.
The slow grinding in your ass is sensational for both of them, so you can focus better on servicing the two cocks in your hands, stroking them, and making sure they’re not left out. It works out like this, the six of them move in coordination that works for them.
It works out like this until someone slides his hand down between your thighs, and you’re gurgling around the cock fucking your throat. The man toys with your sensitive clit, causing you to clench your asshole and pussy. The domino effect is instantaneous, with the men fucking you harder to chase the sensation of your holes trembling around them. Tears run down your face as they all plow into you, your hands clumsy with their movements in jacking off the two cocks because you're so close.
“Fuck, look at that,” he groans, slapping your cheek and rubbing his thumb where your lips are stretched thin around the other Twice’s dick. On the other side, another’s fingers are loosely grabbing at your throat, feeling the way the muscles there spread to accommodate the intrusion that’s fucking into your. “Fuck–”
“Oh, fuck, I think she’s g’nna cum–” he grunts, fingers frantic with circling your sensitive bundle of nerves.
The man laughs crudely at that, taking it as a sign to fuck your even faster, even harder than he had been.
You chokes and cries out, the sound muffled by the cock in your mouth as you cum hard, the men groaning at the feeling of your holes contracting around them. Twice continues to rub at your clit, your body trembling and twisting as the pleasure crests into a burning-hot sensation. Giving you a shred of compassion, the cock pulls out of your mouth, saliva and precum drooling down your chin as you gasp for air.
The men don’t let up, still fucking your holes as you trembles in oversensitivity.
“K-Keigo–” you cries out, tears running down your face as you looks at Hawks, Twice is speeding up as he fucks harder into your swollen asshole. “Fuck, they’re fucking m-my holes so good– They’re tearing my holes a-apart– oh fuck–”
They pull out, giving you a second to catch your bearings before they flip you onto your hands and knees.
Hawks can’t keep up with who’s who at this point now – all Hawks can see is Hawks girlfriend being lowered, your cunt pierced open with another massive cock while another shoves into your ass from behind.
“ Aaaaahhh –!” you sob out, toes curling as the man behind your fucks your with such ferocity that they must hold you in place. Had they not, you would have shunted off the couch, so a hand choking you is enough to keep your from flying off. “Mmmfth– Please– My ass–! Fuck, they’re fucking me so hard– oh god, yes, yes yes yes yes yes –!”
The Twice railing your ass like his life depends on it, yanks you up by your hair. Now, you don't have the relief of just laying on the other man’s chest and taking it – now, they’re making you actually work for it.
“Yeah? Ya like that?” He asks, slapping your tits and pinching one of your nipples, earning a squeal from you. “You like making your boyfriend watch us fuck you stupid?”
Hawks can see your round, pert ass working as you're forced to bounce yourself up and down. you fuck yourself down onto Twice’s cock and pushes back onto the other’s. It’s a lot of work, especially for someone who’s been fucked nonstop, and Hawks can see how your legs shake a bit. As Hawks already knows, you're not the one to falter from a challenge, so you face it head-on, your tits bouncing along with your movements.
Fuck. Hawks can see the way your asshole and cunt cling to their cocks.
Leaning forward, you sloppily sucks another off, stroking two others in your hands.
It’s so animalistic and feral, seeing you fuck yourself onto the two fat cocks and eagerly slurp and suck at the other three.
You’re liberal with your mouth, making sure that they each get their turns as you bob your head up and down. They don’t have to move much, simply standing and offering their shafts for your to slobber and gag on eagerly. You takes them so well, fucking your face down and taking them into your throat to choke before pulling out and giving the same treatment to the others. You also give their balls extra attention, sucking and rolling them in your mouth, velvety pink tongue rubbing against their sensitive skin.
“Yes, yes, fuck me– oh God–!” you cry out, your mind completely mush as they’ve found a perfect rhythm where they meet you halfway in feverish thrusts. “Oh my God–! Fuck, it’s so deep–! Aaagh– I’m– Oh fuck, K-Kei, I’m so close– baby, I’m gonna– gonna cum on their cocks, oh f—”
And then Twice’s shoving his fat cock down your throat, forcing you to choke on him. It’s as effective as someone squeezing your throat. Fearing you might bite, he pinches your nose between his thumb and forefinger, which tips you over the edge. Your muscles quiver, cunt and asshole and throat clenching like a vice around the holes inside you, and Twice yanks his cock out to let you breathe. Stroking his cock rapidly, the man groans as he paints your face with his cum.
You collapse onto Twice, sobbing and crying; you cannot hold yourself up.
Two of the other men take complete control of your now, fucking your like you but a shared set of holes for them to use. Your still-convulsing holes simply add to the sensation, milking them for what you are worth as they slam into you as far as they can, their balls pressed against each other. They dump their semen deep into your holes, filling up your already overly-creamed entrances.
“P-Please–” You sob, unsure what you’re begging for as they carefully take you off their cocks.
You’re set back onto the couch, legs spread open for the other two who haven’t cum yet.
They take their turns with you, ravaging your holes. One of the Twices alternates between fucking your ass and your cunt, his fingers around your throat to squeeze and also keep your in place as he rams into you.
“Fuck– Gonna cum in ya,” he snarls, heavy balls swinging and slapping against your tailbone. “I’m gonna cum in your sloppy little whore cunt– fuck– Fuck, you really want us to knock you up, huh?”
At this point, you may as well be. Hawks can see the Sharpie tally marks on the back of your thigh; sure you’re on birth control, but still. You’ve taken way too many loads of cum in your pussy.
“Please, fuck– breed me, please– I want your c-cum–” You whine, crying and sobbing as the man pulls out of your ass to shove into your swollen cunt. He pushes in as far as he possibly can, the tip flush against your cervix so much that you spasm a bit from the slight cramp.
He pinches at your clit, forcing you to squeeze and grip his dick as he pumps you full of his cum, flooding your drenched walls.
You’re passed around many more times between them, some of them fucking you against the wall. At this point, you're too tired to properly ride anyone or suck them off, so they’ve all alternated with taking care of you by holding you up or laying you on the couch or floor. There are more Sharpie markings on your now, some reading Cheap Whore and Breeding Bitch and an arrow pointing down your abdomen to your cunt that says Fill Here .
Your belly has started to swell a bit from the number of loads you've taken in your ass, and there’s cum on your face that hasn’t been fed to you yet.
By the time they’re all wholly spent, you're lying on the couch, legs spread open and tits heaving as you try to catch your breath. There’s a fuckdrunk expression in your eyes and a satisfied smile on your pretty face as you look up at Hawks. Your boyfriend can see the amount of cum seeping from your puffy holes, and there are splotches of sticky semen on your tits and fingers. They had finished it off by cumming all over your body, painting you with their release.
You hold Hawks’ gaze as you bring your fingers down to the mess between your legs, swirling up some of the gooey cum before bringing it to your lips. You moan around your digits, lashes fluttering and tongue sliding around to clean your fingers up.
Then you look at him again, a tired-but-cheeky smile on your face before you winks.
The video ends immediately after that, leaving Hawks absolutely stunned as it automatically resizes back to thumbnail size.
Hawks’re shocked out of his daydream when he hears the door of his apartment open.
“Baby,” he hears you call out. “I’m home!”