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MY SCHEDULE !! -

1. Hiori ☆ hiori masturbates.

2. Hiori x Rin ☆ hiorin thigh riding/dryhumping?

3. Hiori x F!reader ☆ bruising, wall sex.

4. Hiori x Karasu ☆ public hand jobs in a field.

5/6. Hiori x Rin ☆ rin self-harms, hiori uses blood as lube.

7. Hiori x F!reader ☆ changing the prompt again bc i dont wanna get repetitive sorry guys. vibrators!!

8. Hiori x M!reader ☆ changed the prompt, drunk sex (they're both drunk).

9. Hiori x Karasu ☆ first-time blow jobs, hiori vomits and is bad at head. (karasu recieving).

10. Hiori x Otoya ☆ bondage aha.

11. Hiori x F!reader ☆ vaginal fingering, blood.

12. Hiori x Rin ☆ semi-public non-penetrative sex.

13. Hiori x Rin ☆ rin loses his virginity, involves crying.

14. Hiori x Yukimiya ☆ face fucking, blow jobs (hiori recieving).

15. Fem!Hiori x Fem!Isagi ☆ face sitting.

16. Hiori x F!reader ☆ watersports, masturbation (hiori).

17. Hiori x F!reader ☆ watersports, masturbation (part 2).

18. Fem!Hiori x Rin ☆ choking, vaginal sex.

19. Hiori x Kurona ☆ dryhumping, somno elements.

20. Hiori x Rin ☆ overstimulation, dacryphilia.

21. Fem!Hiori x Fem!Otoya ☆ piss drinking, oral sex (otoya recieving).

22. Fem!Hiori x Fem!Otoya ☆ straps, semi-public sex while otoya's sisters are around?

23. Hiori x Karasu x Otoya ☆ threesome.

24. Hiori x M!reader ☆ wet dream (hiori).

25. Fem!Hiori x F!reader ☆ scissoring.

26. Hiori x Isagi ☆ praise kink, thigh fucking (isagi).

27. Hiori x F!reader ☆ breast fucking.

28. Hiori ☆ hiori masturbates into his own self-harm wounds.

29. Hiori x Nanase ☆ praise kink, knife play.

30. Hiori x Isagi ☆ degradation (isagi recieving), hair pulling.

31. Fem!Hiori x M!reader ☆ praise kink, period sex.

pls don't flop pls don't flop pls don't flop pls

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Hiori closes his front door behind him and leans against the door, sighing out a breath of relief. Soccer practice is finally over. It's no secret that Hiori is largely uninterested in the sport, so much so that the only thing he wanted to do for that agonising hour and a half was touch himself. When he gets inside the house, he's already got a half-boner, feeling nothing but raw anticipation as he locks his front door absentmindedly, more focused on what he's about to feel right now. He's not even bothering to go up to his room, openly feeling his dick through his shorts in the middle of his hallway. He lets out a small hiss at the stimulation. It takes him all of his restraint not to start rutting himself against his palm full-force right now. He's trying to draw out the sensation. To enjoy it as long as possible.

Hiori slips his hands down his boxers and does a couple of experimental dry strokes, just enough so that he can gather some leaking pre-cum dotting at his tip. he rubs his thumb over the little slit, spreading the collecting liquid around the head of his cock. He then slides his hand back down to the base, shuddering at the slightly uncomfortable feeling of it. He pulls his hand out from in between his legs and spits on his palm, then he relocates his hand back to his shaft, gripping himself to full hardness, mouth agape as a silent moan escapes his lips in a short exhale. As soon as his hand wraps around his dick in a comfortable manner, he can't stop himself from immediately bobbing his hand up and down against his dick. The slick sound of the of his saliva lubricating his cock and Hiori's laboured, shaky breaths of stimulation become slightly louder as he involuntarily jerks his cock harder.

The sound of Hiori desperately beating his dick fills up the hallway, the echo bouncing off the walls. Weirdly, he gets some kind of sick pleasure from how perverted the sound of it all is, knowing he's unable to quieten himself down from the pure sensation of it all. Small grunts are starting to sound from his lips at the feeling. What if his parents decide to come home now? What excuse does he have for unashamedly masturbating right in the middle of his hallway? He's too hooked on pleasure right now to care, actually. He's fully succumbed to the feeling of it all now, not caring to slow down. He can think about that later.

Hiori fucks his own hand a little faster, rutting his cock into his palm. His breathing starts to fall shorter, now being replaced with unstable gasps of pleasure for every stroke. His cock twitches with stimulation, and Hiori leans his head back, eyes shut tight as he focuses on the scenario painted in his mind. The wet noises of him stroking up and down his cock add to his imaginative scene. He bites his lip out of anticipation for his release, desperately sliding his hand up and down his shaft. He bites his bottom lip so hard that blood starts to prick at the skin, but it doesn't drive him to stop, instead making him shudder and tense up, going slightly faster as a response.

Hiori's cock pulses, and he draws out his breath as he finishes, white ropes of cum releasing onto his hand in between his fingers and dripping down onto his thighs. Hiori, being so caught-up in his drive to finally cum, didn't even bother to grab a tissue beforehand, or even to go up to his room for that matter, but he's too strung-out to even register that right now. His thighs shake at the intensity of his orgasm. Meanwhile, he's slowly coming back down from his high, his breathing starting to steady out evenly again, his normal, stable thoughts returning to him again. Hiori doesn't really hate soccer.

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"Come here."

Rin snaps Hiori out of his daydream, gesturing for Hiori to come sit on his lap unexpectedly. He thinks about Rin's suggestion for a minute. Rin hardly ever directly asks for affection like this.

Hiori's eyes direct back to Rin. He obliges, climbing up onto Rin's lap. The dark-haired boy leans back in his seat as Hiori sits on his lap, sitting in a way where he can face his boyfriend. Hiori absentmindedly continues to stare at Rin with his big, glassy blue eyes. They momentarily flicker down to his lap, then back up to his face, but he's finding it hard to keep meeting Rin's gaze, so he shuffles closer to him and wraps his arms around his body. As he moves forward, he feels his crotch drag against Rin's thigh. The feeling of that lasts longer than Hiori wanted it to. The cyan-haired boy buries his face into his boyfriend's neck, and Rin feels Hiori's warm breath from his soft exhale against his skin.

Something in Hiori's demeanour shifts. He no longer feels on-edge. Hiori moves forward further into Rin's body, his half-boner dragging along Rin's thigh and eventually stopping, pressed up against Rin. Rin's eyes flash wide open upon feeling what that is. Hiori shifts forward again, then backwards. Slowly, he starts to move his hips over Rin's clothed cock and thighs, as if silently asking for permission to keep on going. Rin lets out a shaky huff of air and grabs Hiori's waist to still his movements.

"You. Behave yourself." Rin snaps. He gets interrupted by the shorter boy nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck and lightly biting at the flesh as if to persuade him to let him keep going. Eventually, Rin's grip on Hiori's waist loosens, his hands trailing up his back. Hiori, now fully erect, takes this as a sign to start rutting himself against Rin's clothed thigh at a steady pace. Hiori scarcely adjusts, slotting his hips between Rin's so that he can get something out of this too. Hiori whines softly against his boyfriend's neck, a sharp, hot, desperate little noise that ebbs at the back of his throat. Rin's length grows harder as he feels Hiori's inner thigh rub against him.

"Sorry. I hafta now... can't just stop. Yer enjoying this, right?" Hiori keens as his hips start to flex faster, leaning into the sensation of Rin's twitching cock pressed up against his thigh. His breath hitches as he rocks himself against the taller male's clothed crotch, already feeling precum start to gather at his tip and slightly leak through his sweatpants. He continues to slide his dick against Rin's body through their layer of clothes. Desperately, Rin claws at Hiori's shoulders, fingernails digging into his biceps. Rin throws his head back, his eyes beginning to draw slightly shut, getting lost in the stimulation of it all. Rin thrusts himself up against Hiori now, almost close. Hiori manages to get out some words through his laboured breathing. "W-What's gotten into ya, Rin?"

"Me? Don't. You're the one that started this." Rin's rare smile is felt by Hiori rather than seen, the way Rin shudders out in pleasure against his body. Hiori finishes quickly and hard, his mind-shattering orgasm making him unable to think for a few seconds, his vision blurring in his haze. He rides it out by rolling his hips between Rin's legs, feeling his boyfriend's cock throb in release against his inner thigh. The taller boy's hands press firmly into Hiori's side to keep him in place as he catches his breath, shakily pressed against him.

"Fuck... this is what you wanted, right?"

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Hiori keeps you firmly pressed up against the cold, hard tile of the bathroom wall, firmly holding you in place. He lines himself up, nudging the swollen tip of his cock against your glistening folds, but not pushing himself inside of you. Not just yet.

Hiori is a tease. A good-for-nothing tease.

He softly presses his pinkish lips to the skin of your neck. Despite how sweet the gesture seems, the cocky grin plastered on his face tells you all you need to know. The way his bared teeth gently graze at your flesh, he's dragging this out. As long as he possibly can. Hiori gets a sick pleasure out of seeing how far he can push you when it comes to sex.

"I'll behave, sweetheart." Hiori coos. His hand holding you up slides from your waist down to your ass as the head of his cock pushes into you slow, stretching you open the further he presses himself in. With the help of you involuntarily arching your hips up to find a better angle, he manages to slam the entirety of his length into you with one final thrust. Hiori lets out a ragged groan as his hips lock into yours. "Promise." His smile reappears again, that same confident smirk. Something about the way he smiles tells you that Hiori isn't telling the truth. God, there's something sinister behind those big, glassy blue doll eyes.

"Wrap your legs around my waist." Hiori murmurs, bringing his free hand up to your mouth, and inserting his middle and ring finger into your mouth, gently brushing his fingertips against your tongue to lubricate them. As he brings his hand down to your core, his grip on your ass tightens slightly, almost uncomfortably. You slightly shudder and your thighs tense when he experimentally flicks his two wet fingers against your clit. Hiori opens his mouth in mock surprise and then bites his lip, amused by the way you tremble at the slightest bit of stimulation. He hums, rubbing circles on your clit as he speaks up, voice hoarse.

"Ohh... ya like that?" Hiori drawls out. Oh God, his accent. Whenever Hiori's cock is inside you, he's not the soft-spoken, quiet man everyone knows him as. In fact, he barely ever shuts up during sex. That pretty little accent whispering such filthy things non-stop... it serves to turn you on every single time.

He eventually starts moving. Slowly, but hitting at a perfect angle within you. The tip of his dick hits your cervix with every lazy thrust. He's still gently caressing your clit in a soft motion whilst his cock drives into you at a faster pace now, the wet noises of your pussy stretching around him syncing with each thrust. He chuckles breathily, his rhythm slightly faltering at the particularly desperate mewl that escapes from your lips.

You feel your body start to slip down the smooth surface of the wall, but Hiori slams you back against the wall in one swift movement. You hiss at the dull pain in your hips and spine at the sudden brutal move. Hiori pinned you against the wall hard enough to bruise. Hiori scoffs amusedly at your reaction, baring his teeth and groping your ass from underneath you, drilling his cock harder into your soaked pussy. He fucks you deep and rough, but the pleasure that pricks throughout your core is enough to neutralise the pain of being previously slammed into the wall. Hiori continues to hungrily grope at your ass, unable to mask the depraved groans that escape deep from within his throat.

His fucked-out grin, a clump of his soft, straight cyan hair falling over the bridge of his nose... so pretty.

The corners of your vision blur as your orgasm hits you, your walls pulsing around Hiori's soaked cock, thighs trembling in raw, ecstatic, bliss. Hot ropes of his cum fill you up, the liquid sticky on your inner thighs and Hiori's hand. His rhythm comes to a stop as he finishes. You're both panting. His secure on you against the wall is still firm, and as the static pleasure coursing through you begins to null, the ache of your bruises on your back begins to resurface. Hiori, shaking, manages to stutter out some words.

"I needed to ruin you."

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The area is basically remote.

Karasu, who's sitting on the dry, slightly discoloured grass, has Hiori sitting in between his legs. There's a silence between them, but it's not uncomfortable and instead peaceful. The barren, quiet field is on the side of a road. It's very nearly silent, save for the occasional car driving past them. Hiori feels Karasu slightly shift under him, but he doesn't question it. The warmth of his skin helps his colder body to warm up. He doesn't really mind. Hiori briefly closes his eyes, feeding into the comfort of being so close to his boyfriend.

Until he suddenly feels something stiff poke into the back of his neck. His eyes reopen in surprise before converting back to nonchalance. He scoffs. "Tabito."

His light blue eyes meet Karasu's slightly darker ones. He shifts over to the side, not wanting to endure the uncomfortable position of having his boyfriend's boner pushing into his neck. Karasu's grip on Hiori's shoulders tightens slightly, squeezing him playfully.

"How about ya do somethin' about it then?"

"What...?" Hiori stares up at Karasu in mild shock at the suggestion, a flash of anxiety coursing through him at the thought. He wonders whether he should be amused by the suggestion for a split second. Despite his lingering hesitation, Hiori sits up, lifting his head from Karasu's lap. "Ya want me to... right here?"

"Do ya see anyone around? 'Cause I don't. This doesn't even count as public." Karasu insists, his grip still firm on Hiori's shoulders, basically loosely embracing him.

Hiori processes Karasu's words in silent consideration, staring down at the grass beneath them. He considers reprimanding his boyfriend for even thinking of doing doing something like this in public. The idea in itself causes Hiori a mental block. Isn't this, y'know, illegal?

But it's weirdly fascinating.

He rotates himself to face Karasu and then shuffles forward, positioning himself in between his boyfriend's legs. His cold hand reaches for the hem of the other male's pants before slowly tugging down the zipper. Swallowing thickly, his trembling hand slips down Karasu's boxers and fumbles with the fabric before managing to free his cock from the confinement of his clothes.

Hiori's eyes twitch in awe at the sight of his length, as if it's his first time seeing it again. Fuck, the way it's already throbbing, completely erect. A part of Hiori thinks that this is a sight only he should be allowed to see. But right now? He's too enticed by the entire scene to care. Hiori leans forward and lowers down, pushing a strand of his hair behind his ear to spit out a dribble of saliva onto Karasu's cock. It's not a lot. He wraps his warming-up hand around his boyfriend's barely lubricated shaft, feeling it pulse in his hands for a second before giving it a few shy strokes. Hiori shakily exhales, momentarily eyeing around just to make sure nobody's watching, then refocusing back to Karasu's erection.

The cyan-haired male slides his palm up and down Karasu's cock, squeezing slightly just at the head while his other hand comes to Karasu's tensed thigh, sliding down it gently. Karasu, on the other hand, silently groans at the increased pressure of Hiori's touch. Thinking about the way Hiori's eyes were apprehensively darting around to check for anyone they'd missed before, Karasu's smirk returns back to his face. "See? Overthinkin' it."

At his boyfriend's affirmation, Hiori takes this as a sign to speed up, now stroking the other boy's cock at a quicker rate. Karasu's cocky grin disappears as a hiss leaves his mouth at the feel of Hiori beating his dick. His eyes sluggishly trail up to Hiori's face, observing his expression. His eyes flicker with fascination, and he's biting his bottom lip softly out of habit. It's something Yo does when he concentrates really hard. And, damn, it's hot. To him, at least. The thrill of doing something so intimate in public adds to the whole thing, somehow. And maybe even for Hiori, too. He's fallen into Karasu's trap, but it doesn't matter now. He rubs his hand up and down against Karasu's dick, relishing in the way Karasu seems to fall apart with each stroke. His steady breathing has now been replaced with sweet, quiet grunts and hums of pleasure. He's already close, and it's only been a few minutes.

Hiori hums softly, slamming his hand up and down Karasu's flushed cock, taking a strange sense of joy in the fact that he's so close already. Karasu's thighs are starting to flex so hard that they tremble against Hiori's fingers. The dark-haired boy has started rocking his hips forward into Hiori's fist, desperately chasing his climax. He releases a desperate groan as he continues to tense up from the intense sensation that Hiori's stroking is providing him right now. His fist clenches against the grass as he finishes, ropes of cum spilling onto Hiori's hand and splattering onto the grass beneath them, creating a white, sticky pool. Karasu is almost shaking with overwhelming pleasure from his orgasm, his mind hazy.

Hiori clicks his teeth as he pulls his hand away from Karasu's dick and holds it out in between the two of them. Strings of cum drape over his fingers. The two of them sit in silence as the dark-haired male puts his dick away and zips his pants back up, trying to catch his breath.

Hiori raises his cum-soaked fingers to Karasu's face and inserts them into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the blue-haired boy's slim fingers, swallowing the release left on them.

"That was fast... didn't expect it of ya." He states blankly, but his words have a bit of tease to them. Hiori's fingers then slide out between Karasu's lips.

"We'll hafta do this again some other time, don't ya think?"

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Rin Itoshi cuts himself.

He sits in the dimly lit comfort of his room, clearing his desk, and he picks up one of his blades. It's a double-sided blade, one of the really sharp ones, at that. He rolls up his sleeve and presses the cold metal to his pale wrist. He drags the blade in a straight line, leaving a thick, white dent in his skin. In a matter of seconds, the cut starts to fill up with blood. Directly below the first one, he takes the blade to his skin again. This time, the faintly blood-stained metal sits over a pale blue vein entrapped by a thin layer of his skin. He presses hard and swipes, swallowing thickly.

Fuck.

The wound immediately pools with hot, crimson blood, oozing out of the sides and spurting down his wrist, collecting into his hand. Rin clenches his teeth at the shock, his breath hitching. Tears begin to prick his bottom lashes as he watches the liquid drip down his skin.

He must've hit a vein or something. Not good. Fuck, fuck. Rin drops the blade on the table and instantly scans his desk for a cloth, tissue, anything he could use to hold the bleeding. Fuck... should he call someone? Can't hitting a vein kill a person?

Rin's heart stops upon hearing someone fumble with the door handle to his closed bedroom door. What? He doesn't recall anyone being home when he started. It's Hiori. His stupid boyfriend, of course. Hiori walks in, surprised at the sight of the nonchalant Rin he once knew, in an erratic and inconsistent panic to try and cover up his wound.

But deep down, Hiori expected it at some point. Rin is subtle about it. But sometimes he isn't.

Sometimes, in soccer practice, the other boys pick up on the way he's always so quick to pull down his sleeve when it rolls up his arm. Yo Hiori, his boyfriend, sometimes noticed the pinkish raised lines that peeked through the edge of his long sleeves when they're together. Though he's never said anything about the obvious scars, he recognises them all too well.

...

Rin Itoshi cuts himself.

The dark-haired male can't make eye contact with his boyfriend. His mask of carelessness has just been revealed, and never before has he felt this vulnerable. Hiori realises how exposed Rin is in this moment. He lets the door shut behind him as he continues to watch Rin awkwardly avoid eye contact with him, still skimming his desk for some sort of bandage or tissue. His hands are trembling, and he can't tell if it's from the blood loss or the embarrassment of being caught in such a moment.

"I just thought... sorry." Hiori trails off. He makes his way over to stand in front of Rin and to gently take his bleeding, numb arm into his hands. Hiori's thumb rubs over the edge of the cut, smearing thin layers of blood on the skin around the wound. That's when something in Hiori's mood shifts. He shifts in his position slightly, trying to hide the growing tent in his sweatpants. Rin, despite growing slightly dizzy, doesn't miss it for even a second. His eyes flash wide open, and then his eyebrows furrow.

"Hiori?" Rin shoots. However, his voice wavers. It's hard for him to keep up a serious tone. He trembles under Hiori, the blood splattering onto his thighs and running down his entire arm. "What makes you think I want this now?" Rin demands.

Hiori bends down and leans over, just enough so he can whisper into Rin's ear. "I'm sorry. I just... need it. Ya can do this f' me, right, Rinnie?" The cyan-haired male is already positioning himself between his legs and nudging his boyfriend's boxers down, slowly, but enough to send a jolt of electricity down Rin's spine. He leans back subconsciously, opening his legs a bit wider so that Hiori can access him. He can tell where this is going. And to be honest? He kinda wants it... but this shouldn't be his top priority right now. He should be getting medical attention, or at least cleaning out his wound. Something. Anything other than this. But weirdly, this is the most alive he's ever felt.

Hiori pulls his already-hard cock out from his pants. But what he does next is surprising. He collects the thick, crimson liquid that's pooled in his hand in clumps and begins to coat his cock in it. He gives his blood-covered dick a few strokes to even out the makeshift lubricant, sighing softly as he does so. He keeps his eyes locked onto Rin's, making sure he doesn't let out of his sight. Just in case something happens. His hand keeps a soothing grip firmly on Rin's shoulder.

He then lines himself up, pressing the fat head of his cock into Rin's entrance. Hiori whimpers, biting his lip as he continues to push himself inside. He starts thrusting, the blood squishing out of Rin's tight hole and against Hiori's dick. He has that sadistic smile plastered on his face. He speaks up in a low tone. "Ohh... fuuuck. I hope ya don't mind me doing this to ya..."

Hiori groans out. He can't help himself from immediately flexing his hips forward and beginning to pound into Rin's body. The sound of Hiori's dick slapping into Rin's entrance starts to fill up the room. "Sorry, baby. 'M really fuckin' sorry... I needed this so bad." Hiori utters out as he continues to drill his hips forward.

Rin stays quiet, save for a breathy grunt here and there. His arm hasn't stopped bleeding, which is a bad sign. It's idly strewn to the side, continuing to bleed out, the red, thick juice splattering onto the floor with each movement. His cock hits his stomach with every thrust Hiori fucks into him, abusing his prostate. The excess blood on Hiori's cock leaks out onto the front of his thighs and pelvis, which only drives him further to his breaking point.

Hiori cums hard and fast, his shuddering body rocking against Rin's, riding out his orgasm. Rin, as dizzy as he is, finishes only a few seconds later, his cum spurting onto Hiori's shirt and lower abdomen. They both stay there in silence, clinging to each other while they catch their breath. After a few moments, the cyan-haired male pulls out, the pink mix of cum and blood gathering underneath the two of them. Hiori, basically embracing his boyfriend, presses a small, sweet kiss to his forehead.

"We gotta get ya some help."

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Hiori's head leans on your right thigh as he rubs little circles to your clit. His eyes are fixed on the sight of your pussy, soaking his fingers further with every stroke he applies to it. The little squeals that spill from your lips aren't even enough to divert his full gaze on your puffy clit. He sighs softly, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "Ready?"

He asks, pulling his hands away from your folds to pick up the vibrator with his left hand and with his right hand, keeping a steady grip on your hips. Hiori momentarily lifts his head from your plushy thigh and stabilises himself, letting a dribble of spit escape from his lips and onto the silicone material.

He flicks the vibrator's switch on, and his head makes its way back to its previous position. Hiori presses the head of the toy inside. Your pussy stretches out, enveloping the vibrator while Hiori pushes it further into you.

Your boyfriend's big eyes go wide as he watches the scene unfold. He's completely transfixed. The soft buzzing sound fills the room, combining with your soft breaths. Hiori's hand flexes backwards and then forwards again, moving the vibrator further out and then back into your pussy. One hand stays steady on your hips, but the other hand keeps the toy inside of you, rocking back and forth, grazing against your swollen clit with every thrust of the toy. He lets out a ragged laugh at the sight of it all. He manages to take his eyes off your pulsing clit for a moment and looks up at your face, watching the way your eyelashes flutter as you squirm in pleasure. He scoffs, amused. "Am I doing it right? Hope so..."

He knows he's doing it right. He starts to move the vibrator in a more circular motion inside of you, the humming from the controller sending jolts of electricity to you with every lazy stroke against your clit. You can feel your thighs twitch, subconsciously starting to close together. But Hiori's hand slides down to your thigh and forces your legs apart again. His pupils are big, completely drunk on watching the way your folds clench around the toy, the way you grit your teeth in pleasure any time the vibrator glides against your swollen nub. He loves every bit of it.

Your orgasm hits you slow and unexpectedly, thighs trembling around Hiori's face, soaking the vibrator with thick, translucent fluid. You can't stop yourself from flexing your hips up, taking in every harsh vibration you can milk out of the toy as you ride out your orgasm. Hiori flicks off the switch but doesn’t pull the vibrator out of you yet, instead staring up at you through half-closed eyelids, taking in the way you're reeling under him right now, eyes wet, thighs clenched... God. The sight of it all is the hottest thing ever.

To Hiori, at least.

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You drunkenly stumble into the house behind Hiori, who has a loose grip on your hand. The warmth of his hand seeps into your entire body as the world spins around you. Fuck, you can barely even walk in a straight line, let alone feel his hand.

You grab Hiori's wrists and pin him against the wall, and press your lips to his. The kiss was raw and desperate. A moan from Hiori escapes onto your tongue as you feel his cock growing stiff under you. You rip your face away from him, letting out a soft sigh and sliding your hands down to his hips to pull down his sweatpants.

Once you finish shaking his clothes off of him, he sinks down to the floor, and you follow. The atmosphere jolts around your head as you lower down onto your knees, your balance slipping away. You instinctively balance yourself by putting a hand to the wall. Hiori is on his back, in front of you. He wraps his legs around your waist lazily.

Now that you've regained your steadiness, your hand reaches over to open the drawer and get out the bottle of lube. You flip the cap open and pull your already-hardening dick out. Hiori gives a shaky breath, spreading his legs wider underneath you. He's looking up at you with big, wide eyes as you fumble with the bottle. The lube slips between your fingers as you stroke it over your dick. "Fuck..."

You mutter to yourself while you sloppily spread the lube, barely managing to keep it from spilling from your fingers. Hiori, however, looks just as drunk as you are, face hot with arousal and intoxication. You pull him closer to you, wrapping his legs around your hips as you press your pulsing dick to his hole. Hiori cries out at the feeling of you inching yourself further into him, clawing at your shoulders. Desperately, you push yourself in all the way and immediately start pounding into Hiori. His eyes shut tightly, and he bites his lip, cheeks flushed. His fingernails dig deep into your warm body, desperately grabbing onto your trembling, hot body. The feeling momentarily shakes out of your desperate search to find your release. The room starts to whirl around you, your drunkenness pulling you out of the intense euphoria you get from fucking your boyfriend.

Your slick cock's previously steadt rhythm starts to falter inside of Hiori. He whines desperately, writhing underneath you at the lost sensation.

"Ah... fuck. Ya hafta keep going, please...."

Hiori gargles drunkenly, clawing at your biceps and pushing himself deeper inside of you until you regain your balance and start sliding yourself into him again. You thrust yourself into that same spot, the one that makes your sweet boyfriend moan insatiably and clench his thighs harder around your hips. Deeper and faster, you rut yourself into Hiori, hypnotised by his big, wet eyes, and the way he seems to pull you in closer with each thrust. Your cock continues to disappear into Hiori's entrance and then reappear every single time you drill your hips forward. Your twitching dick has fully succumbed to Hiori. You couldn't stop, even if you wanted to.

Small whines and curses slip from Hiori's lips. His thighs tense around you as he finishes, cum spilling rhythmically out of his flushed, leaking tip. Small dribbles of fluid begin to roll down his own stomach and the front of your thighs. Hiori's eyelashes flutter and start to reopen again, and they lazily drift over you, scanning your movements.

But he's too fucked-out to care.

With each slam of your hips, you find yourself inching closer and to release. Finally, the rope tightening in your stomach snaps, the corners of your vision going white as your body decides to give in. Thick ropes of cum spurt into Hiori, who's flushed, shaking underneath you from the intensity of his orgasm. The warmth of your release floods through Hiori's body, leaning further into him in surrender. His warm face brushes against your shoulder as you begin to pull your abused cock out of your boyfriend.

You've made such a mess of him.

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"Ya sure you're alright? You can stop anytime, remember?"

Karasu gently urges, fingers entangled into Hiori's cyan hair. Karasu keeps his steady grip on Hiori's head, looking down at him on his knees, face mere inches away from his stiffening, bare cock. His boyfriend directs his gaze away from Karasu's face and onto the sight in front of him, and also gives a shy nod.

Upon seeing this, Karasu starts to push Hiori's head down onto his rock-hard dick, letting his mouth envelop every inch of him that he could take. Karasu's mouth goes agape, shuddering at the feeling and tilting his head back before returning his focus back to his boyfriend.

Hiori tries his best to wrap his whole mouth around his boyfriend's length, concentrating his breathing and letting his saliva coat more and more of the shaft as he inches himself further up. He manages to stuff the entirety into his mouth. His cheeks go hollow as he begins to suck Karasu's cock. The cyan-haired boy wastes no time, immediately beginning to bob his head up and down vigorously.

"Hey... ya don't have to do it that hard, y'know. You can suck it normally."

A hint of concern flashes through Karasu, seeing Hiori's efforts to suck him off. Is this his first time or something? It's not like he gets out of the house a lot, anyway.

Karasu... is having second thoughts. He should probably be getting Hiori to stop right here, but he just can't. Hiori’s starting to find a steadier pace, bobbing his head up and down more rhythmically. Fuck... the way his big, blue eyes start to prick with tears every time the sensitive part of his tip hits the back of his throat... it's hypnotising. Should he be feeling guilty? His boyfriend is clearly struggling to take it all in, but fuck. The sight of it is amazing. Without thinking, the dark-haired male rocks his hips forward, pushing his cock further into Hiori's throat. Slight grunts escape from his lips at the building-up pleasure his boyfriend is giving him.

With every single time Karasu's tip grazes against the back of Hiori's throat, the more painful this gets. His legs are already starting to cramp from kneeling for what feels like forever. Saliva gathers in his mouth, further serving to coat his boyfriend's twitching length.

Nausea hits him like a wave. A single gagging sound escapes him before hot, discoloured liquid spills from his mouth and covers Karasu's dick.

Karasu's eyes widen in slight horror, immediately yanking Hiori's head away from him. He drops down to his knees, one hand firmly gripping blue strands of hair while the other one wipes the tears streaming down Hiori's face. A couple more spurts of bile spew from him, spilling onto his thighs and dripping onto the floor beneath them. The inconsistent bursts of vomit come to an end. All to be left heard is the sound of the cyan-haired male's pants and sobs.

Fuck. He knew better than to let this happen. But the way Hiori's doe-eyes were silently begging him to keep going, how was he supposed to? Karasu wipes his boyfriend's lips with his sleeve and presses a kiss to his nose. His face is wet with tears, hot and shaking.

"I didn't mean it, I promise. 'M sorry, swear." Hiori whimpers, leaning into his boyfriend's touch. They're both covered in the yellowish vile fluid now, so there's no point in trying to avoid it. Hiori trembles in his arms, both just sitting there in a few moments of stunned silence. After a few moments, Karasu stands up, hauling his crying boyfriend up with him.

"Don't fuckin' apologise. Come clean off."

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Otoya's arms stay above his head, aching and sore, but unable to rest. His wrists are bound by ropes tied to the bedframe, which belongs to none other than Yo Hiori, who's currently pounding into him.

Hiori's hips snap forward as inconsistent spurts of cum shoot from Otoya's red, blushing tip and dribble down his v-line. His eyes are hazy and fucked-out with pure bliss from his previous orgasm.

"We can stop if ya want, got it? I don't want ya pushin' yerself." Hiori asserts, pressing a firm kiss to Otoya's pale forehead.

This whole situation is... depraved. Hiori wanted to carry out one of his sick fantasies, and Otoya just happened to be that person. It's not often Eita even messes around with guys. And it's not like he's ever been tied up by one either.

"All good." Otoya softly sighs.

Hiori's thrusting grows harder and more desperate for every time the shorter, skinnier male writhes underneath him, confined to his ropes. Otoya hisses and keens at the sharp jolts of pleasure that rush through his body every single time Hiori slams his cock into him. The rope tightens with his involuntary movements. Hiori can see the way the rope burns against his skin, though he can't help but think it's lewd.

"Fuck... almost finished, yeah? Ya can relax, y'know."

Hiori gasps out.

Otoya nods, still too cloudy to respond properly. A few stray tears prick at his bottom lashes. After a series of strangled cries of pleasure, he confirms.

"Yeah... I'm fine anyway."

Otoya lazily gazes up at Hiori through half-lidded eyes, taking in his sadistic smirk. This is all too much for Hiori. The way he tugs at his restrains, his puffed-out face, his breathy little whimpers... it's serving to arouse Hiori to no end. The slick sounds of perverted thrusting start to get louder as the taller male desperately drills his cock into the white-haired boy's hole, eyes wide open, biting his lip out of pure stimulation.

Hiori's body jerks forward, collapsing as he finishes. Hard. His cum floods Otoya with an unfamiliar warmth, the sensation circulating throughout his lower body. Hiori's dick pulses as he pulls out, silence filling the air. As soon as he steadies himself, his hands immediately start to work on untying Otoya's abused wrists, which are slightly purple from the pressure. Hiori rubs his thumb over a protruding vein, clicking his tongue in sympathy.

"Shit... sorry, sugar. I'll try not t'a be so rough next time."

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Hiori gets some sort of depraved, sick pleasure out of ruining you on your period. The fact that he's the only person in the world who gets to see you like this, all bloody and at his mercy... it's all too much for him.

Right now, he's rubbing tiny circles on your clit, hitting at the perfect angle. He's obsessed with the way your hips buck forward at each particularly rough stroke he gives you. His fingers keep flexing under you as he watches, big, blue doe-eyes wide with mesmerisation. He's completely turned on, hard underneath you. Whilst caressing your pulsing nub, he palms at his clothed crotch, desperately seeking some sort of stimulation.

His stained fingers slip into you, skin nudging against your clit as he pushes all the way in. His head stays propped up on your thigh, his gaze never leaving your blood-covered pussy. He lets out a "tch" sound at the way your hips flex, picking up on the fact that you're craving more.

"Yo. Don't stop... please."

You manage to choke out.

He starts to thrust his fingers in and out of your pussy, which steadily releases clots of blood that drool onto Hiori's hand. The bloodied bedsheets are nothing to him. He exhales, his breath hot on your inner thigh.

"Ohh... that feel good, huh? Ya better get used to it then. More to come."

Hiori coos, keeping his wide, hungry eyes locked onto your bleeding pussy. Another gush of blood escapes from your hole, which only serves to further widen his perverted grin. His fingers curl inside you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

He simultaneously rubs his hand over his hard, aching dick through his clothes, seeking some sort of release. He's so turned on by the way you squirm in pleasure, the metallic smell of blood, all of it. He could finish right here and right now from all of this.

Your orgasm hits you hard. Blood dribbles out onto your thighs as your pussy clenches around his fingers, pulsating with the rhythm of each pump he gives inside of you to ride out your orgasm. He clicks his teeth.

"Next time, yer gonna bleed on my tongue."

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Rin's favourite trait of Hiori's is probably his eyes. The way they occasionally glint with sadistic joy, the way they go cloudy and half-lidded when he sucks Rin off. Hiori's big, blue doe-eyes. They drive him crazy.

Especially now. When he's being stared at in the locker room. There's nothing really dirty about the situation. Hiori is looking at him sleepily, with that blank look on his face. He seems calm in his current position, his back leaning against the lockers as he continues staring.

Rin fights the urge to tell Hiori to fuck off, or something. But he can't. He's too enticed anyway, and it's not like Hiori's being some sort of creep about it.

Even though he kind of wants him to be.

The thought annoys him a little bit. He tries to brush the imaginative away, but it sticks. His mind is starting to travel elsewhere. He imagines Hiori doing all sorts of things. Hiori writhing underneath him as he pounds into him without mercy. Hiori with his lips wrapped around his cock, taking him all in, tears spilling out of his closed eyes.

"Rinnie? Yer hard. Just thought I'd let ya know."

Hiori snaps Rin out of his daydream. He registers, that, yeah, he is hard. The way his pants were getting tighter and he didn't even notice... it's almost impossible to ignore now. God. Why does he let his dreams affect him so much?

"Um... oh. Thanks for that."

Rin grunts out, a bit sarcastically.

Hiori, on the other hand, tries his best not to make Rin feel uncomfortable, awkwardly shifting his gaze around the empty locker room, before inevitably, they make their way back to the massive tent in his clothing. Hiori shuffles closer. Before Rin can even register what's happening, Hiori is directly in front of him, one hand on his shoulder, the other tugging at the waistband of his shorts.

"If ya wanted me to fuck ya so bad, ya could've just said so."

Hiori digs his fingers underneath Rin's shorts, earning a small, choked gasp out of him. He pulls out both of their dicks, Rin, fully erect, Hiori, only half. Rin shakily nods as his boyfriend progresses.

The shorter male inches his hardening cock towards the taller male's, and presses them against eachother. He wraps his singular left hand around both and does a few experimental strokes, which causes Rin to involuntarily rut his dick into the touch.

Hiori leans forward and starts to jerk both of their dry cocks. He starts to mimic Rin's actions, now thrusting himself lightly against his taller, more muscular boyfriend's dick. He rests his forehead on Rin's shoulder so that he can roll his hips forward more, taking in the sensation of their dry, yet leaking dicks rubbing against eachother. The noise of the building friction against both their erections add to the perverted, depraved atmosphere of the whole room. They're really not supposed to be doing this in public.

"Ahh... fuck. Rinnie, yer bein' so good f' me."

Rin's eyebrows furrow. He's not exactly accustomed to sex in public. Or sex in general, actually. But it doesn't stop him from craving more of the touch, now bucking his hips up over Hiori's dick, just desperate to find his release. He leans his head back against the metal lockers, closing his eyes in mounting pleasure.

Rin shudders as he finishes, ropes of milky cum shooting out in uneven clumps all over Hiori's paler, slightly less girthy dick. The sight of Rin's twitching length releasing his hot fluid all over his pale fingers and dick is enough to drive him to his orgasm just a few moments later, tip flushed with pressure and stimulation. He whimpers as his cum floods his hands again, the liquid mixing with Rin's and dripping down onto the floor.

Maybe they shouldn't have done this here.

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They're really doing this.

They're really doing this.

Rin has himself lined up against Hiori's entrance, nudging the fat head of his cock against his hole. He doesn't press himself in yet, instead further tightening his grip on his smaller boyfriend's wrists.

He's done everything he needs to. Lube, positioning, everything. But it doesn't stop the creeping thought that he's doing something wrong. Maybe it's just the fact that this isn't Hiori's first time, but it's his. A sense of dread starts to settle within him, tears starting to prick at his long bottom lashes. He's not cut out for this. Oh no.

Rin chokes on his breath as a sob escapes him, his wet eyes starting to close. He continues to idly trace the tip of his dick around Hiori's entrance, whilst not fully pushing himself in yet. Strangled crying leaves his throat, as he gathers up the courage to keep going.

He gets pulled out of his trance by Hiori, squeezing his thighs around his hips slightly harder than they were before. Hiori's eyes narrow at Rin, picking up on the fact that he's distressed about something.

That's one of the good things about Yo. He can always tell when Rin is upset about something. He tilts his head innocently, biting his bottom lip apprehensively.

"Hm? Ya sure yer alright?"

Hiori asks so... sweetly. Innocently. It's hard to believe he's real. He's far too nice, Rin thinks. But sometimes, he catches a glimpse of almost... a sadistic type of excitement behind his eyes. It's almost like his cute, naive boyfriend is someone he should be fearing in a weird, twisted sense.

"If this doesn't feel right for ya, we can try again later."

Hiori says that. And he sounds concerned as he says it. But there's an ever so small hint of... joy in his words. As if he takes pleasure in Rin's tears. A few stray ones slip down his face, so he dabs at his eyes with his sleeve to dry the liquid.

"Um... I think I'll be fine, Hiori."

Rin abruptly bottoms out, pushing his cock deep into Hiori's hole, which quickly adjusts to enveloping his boyfriend's whole length inside of him. Rin's mouth goes agape at the sudden shock of his dick being squeezed around like that, but it slowly turns into a sense of immense pleasure. His worries immediately float away from him, as he can't stop himself from grinding his cock forward inside of Hiori.

He resists the urge to start pounding into his cyan-haired boyfriend right here and right now, instead settling for slow, deep thrusts. Hiori moans, tilting his head backwards in ecstacy. It's hard to tell if he's genuinely feeling all of this or if he's just exaggerating his pleasure so Rin feels better about himself.

"Fuck...! Fuck... yer doin' amazing. Harder..."

Hiori whimpers breathlessly, thighs already trembling against Rin's waist.

Rin takes this as a sign to pick up his pace significantly, drilling his hips forward, hitting the deepest parts of his boyfriend's insides as he continues to pound him uncontrollably.

He's not a virgin anymore.

Rin's rhythm falters, his cock starting to pulse prematurely inside of Hiori's tight, fluttering walls. He can already feel his orgasm creeping up on him, which only serves to force him to fuck Hiori even harder than he already was.

Rin's thighs tremble as his seed spurts out of his cock and fills up his smaller boyfriend. The warm fluid circulates throughout Hiori's body, who's slightly surprised at how quickly Rin finished.

"Wow... fast, huh? Wasn't expectin' that."

The taller male collapses into Hiori's shoulder, basically sobbing out of pure bliss. He's never experienced pleasure this potent whenever he's fucked his own hand. Hiori's eyes go wide as Rin clings onto him, still not pulled out of him, but too fucked-out with pure happiness to even continue. Hiori claws at Rin's shoulders, cock still achingly hard, not having reached his release yet. He whispers into Rin's ear.

"Don't worry, we're not finished yet."

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Yukimiya sinks to his knees in front of Hiori, who quietly spreads his legs further apart so Yuki can fit his head in between them. His cold fingers edge at the hem of Hiori's boxers, waiting for permission to pull out his full erection, before Hiori nods, still keeping his gaze fixed on Yukimiya's head.

"It's my first time. But I'm pretty confident I know what I'm doing."

Yukimiya softly hums as he releases Hiori's aching, flushed dick from the confines of his underwear. Yukimiya just... stares for a few seconds. He wonders how it would feel in his mouth. If it'd be hard not to choke on. If he could even take it all in.

He takes his soft lips to the tip of Hiori's dick, pressing a soft kiss to it before gradually taking in as much as he can. Hiori's eyes go wide, an unanticipated grunt escaping him. His whole body tenses up at the sense of it all. The cyan-haired male's mouth goes agape as Yukimiya drags his tongue and mouth up and down his dick a few times, as if experimentally.

"Yuki..."

Hiori cries out, throwing his head back as Yukimiya bobs his head back and forth, mouth tightly enveloped around Hiori's dick, leaking saliva and precum.

"Ya sure this is yer first time? Ahh-! 'S too much..."

Hiori hisses, his thighs tensing around Yuki's face and his eyes closing in stimulation. Yukimiya can't respond verbally, instead choosing to push his face down further, taking in his entire length. Hiori's hips jutter. They start to thrust upwards into the brown-haired male's mouth, grinding his cock against his tongue, almost as if it's a reflexive response.

Yukimiya tries his hardest not to gag as the sadist pumps his dick into his glossy, drooling mouth, abusing his throat in a torturous yet agonisingly attractive way. Each time Yuki bobs his head up and down, his thick glasses slightly slip down the bridge of his nose. Wavy, brown hair clings to his tear-stained cheeks as his glasses start to fall down his face further. The lens starts to fog with the heat radiating from Hiori's dick, but he has his eyes closed anyway.

Hiori is in a haze of pure sadist joy mixed with overwhelming pleasure. He tries his best to slow his movements, just so he can take in more of the feeling for longer. His eyes reopen, and they drift down back to Yukimiya's teary, hollow face.

It's sick and twisted, but so ridiculously hot.

Hiori gasps, trying to take control of his laboured breathing.

"...mmh-! Just a little longer, yeah?"

Hiori croaks out, biting the pink flesh of his bottom lip until it bleeds. But he's too fucked-out to even notice it. He loves the fact that he gets to play with Yukimiya's throat, out of all people. It's not like they even know each other that well.

But it makes it all the more exciting.

Hiori's orgasm shatters through his body, his muscular thighs shaking as he pulls his dick out of Yukimiya's mouth. The liquid releases onto his face through inconsistent bursts, painting his glasses and his wet, flushed cheeks. Yukimiya catches his breath, finally being able to breathe right again. Hiori trembles, staring down at Yukimiya's teary, cum-splattered face.

"Yuki... we've gotta do this again. F' me?"

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Isagi thinks that Hiori looks the most beautiful when she suffocates her between her thighs. Isagi... she could spend the rest of her life between them without ever asking for anything in return. The way her girlfriend's clit throbs against her tongue when she finished... so hot.

Right now, Hiori is sitting on her face, squeezing her thighs together against Isagi's puffy, flushed cheeks, peering down through fluttering eyelashes as the darker-haired girl continues to eat her out.

Her tongue is numb, and her jaw aches with a dull pain, but she's far from stopping. She flicks her tongue back and forth against Hiori's velvety nub, earning a small gasp and a rock forward, clearly craving more of the stimulation.

"...mmh- !! Fuck... yer doin' so great..."

Hiori squeals, her hips rocking forward against Isagi's numb, wet, slick muscle. It's like she's using her as a personal toy... but Isagi doesn't mind at all. In fact, she takes pride in it, groaning against her cyan-haired companion's softish, pink walls as her tongue keeps working on her throbbing clit.

Isagi opens her eyes for a split second, just to meet eye contact with Hiori. Fuck... she can't take her eyes off of her. Her longish, choppy, blue hair sticks to her face, drool drips out of the corner of her mouth, and her tits jiggle a bit with each involuntarily jerk she makes against Isagi's mouth.

She gets so twitchy and pink, embarrassed at how quickly she falls apart from the sensation of Isagi rolling her tongue up and down her clit. But Isagi feels completely different. She's too transfixed to close her eyes again, too obsessed with watching the taller female squirm and rut her hips against her mouth, desperately seeking her release as Isagi continues to messily lap and lap at Hiori's soaked pussy.

And she wouldn't want it any other way.

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Hiori angles his dick towards your clothed chest, staring down at you in sadistic joy. It's so strange how he can degrade you so enthusiastically.

"Hah... I guess I'll just..."

A small smirk forms on Hiori's lips. It takes him a second to start, considering he's never exactly pissed on anyone before. He sharply inhales as he begins to release.

The sudden stream jolts against your thin, white shirt and immediately starts to soak into the fabric. His mouth goes agape, eyelashes fluttering. The pressure that had been building within him completely disappeared. His eyes trail down to watch the piss as it leaks out of his cock and splashes onto your chest. Staring down in stunned awe, his ruthless smirk only starts to grow.

"Ohh... ya like that, huh? So dirty."

Hiori coos as your shirt starts to become translucent, the liquid making the material cling to your form.

Wow, it really does feel weird to piss on someone for the first time, huh? But he's attracted to the way you lean into it, eyes wide with mesmerisation at the visual of his piss running down your body, tits soaked and visible, your half-lidded eyes fixated on him, hazy with restrained desire.

Your fingers slowly pull aside the dampening cotton of your panties and edge their way to your core. Unable to stop yourself, you start to flick your fingers over your twitching clit.

The liquid starts to pool around you, soaking into your panties and running down your body, collecting into a growing puddle. It only makes you subconsciously fuck your own hand harder, fingertips swiftly brushing against your clit. Hiori's eyes drift down further. The sight of you masturbating while drenched in his piss? It's almost too much. He bites his bottom lip so hard it draws blood, continuing to let his piss roll down your stomach and thighs.

Your orgasm washes over you in a rich daze, your own pussy pulsing around your cold, sticky fingers and temporarily numbing every single sensation around you. Body wet with slowly cooling urine, hair, sticky, and slightly piss-coated, you looked such a mess. But Hiori isn't grossed out, eyes transfixed to the way you frantically stroke yourself underneath him.

The tip of his cock slightly flushes upon your tall, sadistic boyfriend involuntarily getting slightly hard at the image of you right now. The stream falters, coming to a stop as his bladder fully empties out. He shakes the appendage dry, blue eyes still locked onto your blushing, shaky body.

"Weve gotta another round comin' up. Ya can't rest yet."