Putting all my suckage into one giant pile of ultimate suckdom.
Yeah, so heed the title and don't look . It all sucks . A lot . The only reason I'm doing this at all is to organize my shit, because otherwise it will bother me for the rest of the week, and I have a lot of homework to get done.
The tentacles wrapped around his waist, arms, and legs were making it impossible to move; he was unable to get away as the first thin tentacle worked its way into his ass. He tried to buck his hips forward and move away from the intrusion, but he was held firmly in place.
Three tentacles slid through his legs, trailing their strange lubricant along the inside of his thighs before moving up to toy with his balls; one of the multiple tentacles around his waist moved down, wrapping around his dick. Gokudera froze as it started to move, twisting and slick, its juice gathering around him and it felt as good as it did horribly wrong.
A moan forced its way out of his throat, and the tentacle painting his lips took the opportunity to slide into his mouth, curling up inside and forcing his mouth too wide to bite down on it.
He managed a choked whimper as the tentacle inside him finally found his prostate, pushing up against it as the tentacle around his cock squeezed tighter. Shame flooded through him at the disappointment he felt the intrusion leave, put it was forgotten as he felt something much larger nudge at his entrance.
His body tensed at the pain of the larger tentacle pushing in; it was as slippery as the others, but he could feel strange bumps covering it, clearly defined as something so large pressed slowly into his tight opening. And then it was wriggling as it forced its way in farther and Gokudera screamed, the sound coming out as a vague high-pitched noise as it was muffled by the tentacle in his mouth. By the time it wriggled his way to his prostate, Gokudera was panting, completely filled and painfully hard now from the creature's attentions.
And then suddenly the tentacle inside him was vibrating, and Gokudera arched even with the tentacles wrapped around him, coming hard. His body shook with release, relief sweeping through him as this finally ended. But, he realized, rather belatedly, only the tentacles around his cock had moved, the rest were still there.
The large tentacle in his ass continued to vibrate, and he could feel himself getting hard again as the vibrations pushed it even farther into him. His eyes widened as he felt smaller tentacles beginning to wriggle their way into his already stretched opening, moving around the large one that had rooted itself firmly in Gokudera as it continuously stimulated his prostate.
Tentacle after tentacle worked its way in, pressing themselves between the large tentacle and the edge of his opening before wriggling their way up his passage. He could feel them moving in one large pulsating mass, stretching him wider and wider until he was sure he would break. His cock was dripping precome now, and he could feel imminent release coiling tight in his stomach for the second time. So when he felt the tentacles still around his waist move him up off the wriggling mass inside him and then slam him back down again, he came so hard his eyes rolled back in his head and he lost consciousness, not noticing as the creature prepared for another round.
Haru screamed; one second she had been holding Lambo, and the next there was a pervert on top of her with a hand up her skirt and touching her panties.
The pervert jumped, his hand pressing harder against her and inspiring a shiver of pleasure that ran up her spine. "Ah sorry, I'm sorry, that's-" he broke off, near tears, and pulled away, turning to run.
Haru grabbed his arm before she was sure what she was doing, letting go and jumping backwards as the pervert stopped and turned back to her with wide eyes. He took in her deep blush and the way she was fiddling with her skirt, and then blushed a dark red as well, "D-did Haru-san like that?"
She stayed silent as he approached her mind whirling because this strange pervert had also protected her and eaten cake with her and well, she loved Tsuna, but this was one of Tsuna's friends and he loved them all too.
"T-That's-" he crouched down next to her, looking terrified, "if Haru-san would allow it..." The hand sliding slowly up her leg demonstrated his point quite clearly, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to push her away, even when it started traveling up her thigh.
"Hahi!" she jerked and he froze, hand touching the frilly edge of her panties. But when she didn't move away, he pulled them gently to the side. His hand hovered hesitantly over her for a few seconds before the indecisiveness left his face and he touched her.
Fingers pressed into her carefully, gently, and she let out another little 'Hahi!' of surprise and embarrassment.
She wriggled her hips with a discontent frown joining the glowing blush on her face; she could barely feel anything with him being so careful, but he seemed to get the hint and pushed a little further in, hand shaking as he touched her folds.
Haru heard his breath hitch when her back arched at the movement of his fingers inside her.
She bit her lip, desperate not to cry out as he thrust in and out slowly, and lost the battle when his thumb brushed against her clit. Her hips jerked involuntarily, jumping towards the source of the delicious friction, and her fingers scrabbled for purchase as it pushed the pervert's deeper inside her until she could feel his knuckles brushing against her.
"L-like that?" and it seemed as if he was muttering to himself, eyebrows furrowing as he bit his lip in concentration, so she didn't bother answering.
His thumb pressed against her clit more purposefully this time, and her whole body shuddered, waiting for-
There was a puff of smoke and suddenly Lambo fell into her lap, crying. After a disoriented moment, she scooped him up, holding him close and completely forgetting about her impending orgasm as she comforted him.
"It's because you're a stupid woman!" Gokudera rarely regretted anything, but now, tied to the headboard of his bed with Yamamoto touching him, he was starting to rethink his statement. Of course, that didn't stop him from saying it again.
"Hahaha, then how else am I supposed to prove myself to you?"
"S-some other way! It doesn't mean you have to do this sort of shit! Idiot wo-" Yamamoto cut the insult short, catching the sensitive underside of his cock as she stroked him once more, watching attentively as he broke off into a moan.
She smiled at him cheerfully, only letting him go once he was hard, and giggled when Gokudera whimpered at the loss of contact. Gokudera panicked when she began to undo her skirt, shimmying out of it along with her spotted blue panties, and then blushed a deep red, staring at the white polka dots instead of her. The giggle became a full-fledged laugh when she noticed his eyes avoiding her, and she laughed even harder at the relief in his face when she produced a condom. Yamamoto ripped the foil wrapper open with her teeth, and at his questioning look replied, "Shamal gave it to me." He gave an irritated snort and then bit his lip as she rolled it on.
He opened his mouth to ask how she knew how to do this before closing it again. He wasn't sure he really wanted to know.
She clambered into his lap and sat herself slowly down onto him, wincing a bit as his cock stretched her, letting out a small huff of satisfaction when she had taken him in entirely. Gokudera watched, eyes blurring with pleasure at the feel of Yamamoto's wet warmth slowly surrounding him, and he was unable to keep himself from letting out a small whimper when she shifted on his lap, trying to get more comfortable, her muscles moving around him, squeezing and releasing.
She waited a bit, panting, before rocking her hips back and then slamming them down with more force than any girl should rightfully have been able to. He groaned, body bucking under her and head thumping back against the wall. She pulled herself back up a few more times; he could feel the work she was putting into it through the muscles contracting around him and the trembling legs pressed against his own.
And then she stopped. He was buried deep inside her, and he could still feel her stretching around him, and it had to be good; even she couldn't be so cheerful during this otherwise. But she wasn't budging an inch.
"Fuck, fuck, move already-!" he could feel her grin spread against her skin and shivered at the slow feel of it; it was far less annoying when he couldn't see it.
"Hahaha, but you have to ask nicely," and the stupid bitch was refusing to move. She pushed herself back up to look into his eyes.
He growled, pride fighting to keep him quiet. "Move," and it was nicer than before but there was no way he would ever say please.
"No, no," she said, insufferable grin still hanging from her face even as she panted the words out, "my name, you have to use my name." He could feel her body shaking against his legs and he gritted his teeth, determined to outlast her.
Another giggle escaped the girl and he brought one knee up, slamming it into her back only to blush at the feel of her breasts squished against his chest when she fell forwards, embarrassment managing to rise even though he was already inside her.
Gokudera growled again, stubbornly ignoring the blush painted across his face, fed up with this moronic girl who could never take anything seriously. He gained what little leverage he could with his hands tied and moved under him, but every wiggle only tortured him more. A shudder ran through him as he realized what he had to do.
"S-shit, Yamamoto," he closed his eyes in submission as need got the better of him, voice oddly composed, "move." She blinked at him in surprise, even though she was the fucking idiot who asked for this anyways, before her face lit up with a grin.
She fell forward, hugging him tight. "Hahaha," her annoying laugh was back, but he didn't have much time to contemplate it; he sucked in his breath as she gave a happy little wriggle of her hips, "I knew you could do it!"
He opened his mouth to retort, but was cut off as Yamamoto carelessly smashed their mouths together in a kiss and started moving again.
The tentacles wrapped around his waist, arms, and legs were making it impossible to move; he was unable to get away as the first thin tentacle worked its way into his ass. He tried to buck his hips forward and move away from the intrusion, but he was held firmly in place.
Three tentacles slid through his legs, trailing their strange lubricant along the inside of his thighs before moving up to toy with his balls; one of the multiple tentacles around his waist moved down, wrapping around his dick. Gokudera froze as it started to move, twisting and slick, its juice gathering around him and it felt as good as it did horribly wrong.
A moan forced its way out of his throat, and the tentacle painting his lips took the opportunity to slide into his mouth, curling up inside and forcing his mouth too wide to bite down on it.
He managed a choked whimper as the tentacle inside him finally found his prostate, pushing up against it as the tentacle around his cock squeezed tighter. Shame flooded through him at the disappointment he felt the intrusion leave, put it was forgotten as he felt something much larger nudge at his entrance.
His body tensed at the pain of the larger tentacle pushing in; it was as slippery as the others, but he could feel strange bumps covering it, clearly defined as something so large pressed slowly into his tight opening. And then it was wriggling as it forced its way in farther and Gokudera screamed, the sound coming out as a vague high-pitched noise as it was muffled by the tentacle in his mouth. By the time it wriggled his way to his prostate, Gokudera was panting, completely filled and painfully hard now from the creature's attentions.
And then suddenly the tentacle inside him was vibrating, and Gokudera arched even with the tentacles wrapped around him, coming hard. His body shook with release, relief sweeping through him as this finally ended. But, he realized, rather belatedly, only the tentacles around his cock had moved, the rest were still there.
The large tentacle in his ass continued to vibrate, and he could feel himself getting hard again as the vibrations pushed it even farther into him. His eyes widened as he felt smaller tentacles beginning to wriggle their way into his already stretched opening, moving around the large one that had rooted itself firmly in Gokudera as it continuously stimulated his prostate.
Tentacle after tentacle worked its way in, pressing themselves between the large tentacle and the edge of his opening before wriggling their way up his passage. He could feel them moving in one large pulsating mass, stretching him wider and wider until he was sure he would break. His cock was dripping precome now, and he could feel imminent release coiling tight in his stomach for the second time. So when he felt the tentacles still around his waist move him up off the wriggling mass inside him and then slam him back down again, he came so hard his eyes rolled back in his head and he lost consciousness, not noticing as the creature prepared for another round.
Haru screamed; one second she had been holding Lambo, and the next there was a pervert on top of her with a hand up her skirt and touching her panties.
The pervert jumped, his hand pressing harder against her and inspiring a shiver of pleasure that ran up her spine. "Ah sorry, I'm sorry, that's-" he broke off, near tears, and pulled away, turning to run.
Haru grabbed his arm before she was sure what she was doing, letting go and jumping backwards as the pervert stopped and turned back to her with wide eyes. He took in her deep blush and the way she was fiddling with her skirt, and then blushed a dark red as well, "D-did Haru-san like that?"
She stayed silent as he approached her mind whirling because this strange pervert had also protected her and eaten cake with her and well, she loved Tsuna, but this was one of Tsuna's friends and he loved them all too.
"T-That's-" he crouched down next to her, looking terrified, "if Haru-san would allow it..." The hand sliding slowly up her leg demonstrated his point quite clearly, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to push her away, even when it started traveling up her thigh.
"Hahi!" she jerked and he froze, hand touching the frilly edge of her panties. But when she didn't move away, he pulled them gently to the side. His hand hovered hesitantly over her for a few seconds before the indecisiveness left his face and he touched her.
Fingers pressed into her carefully, gently, and she let out another little 'Hahi!' of surprise and embarrassment.
She wriggled her hips with a discontent frown joining the glowing blush on her face; she could barely feel anything with him being so careful, but he seemed to get the hint and pushed a little further in, hand shaking as he touched her folds.
Haru heard his breath hitch when her back arched at the movement of his fingers inside her.
She bit her lip, desperate not to cry out as he thrust in and out slowly, and lost the battle when his thumb brushed against her clit. Her hips jerked involuntarily, jumping towards the source of the delicious friction, and her fingers scrabbled for purchase as it pushed the pervert's deeper inside her until she could feel his knuckles brushing against her.
"L-like that?" and it seemed as if he was muttering to himself, eyebrows furrowing as he bit his lip in concentration, so she didn't bother answering.
His thumb pressed against her clit more purposefully this time, and her whole body shuddered, waiting for-
There was a puff of smoke and suddenly Lambo fell into her lap, crying. After a disoriented moment, she scooped him up, holding him close and completely forgetting about her impending orgasm as she comforted him.
"It's because you're a stupid woman!" Gokudera rarely regretted anything, but now, tied to the headboard of his bed with Yamamoto touching him, he was starting to rethink his statement. Of course, that didn't stop him from saying it again.
"Hahaha, then how else am I supposed to prove myself to you?"
"S-some other way! It doesn't mean you have to do this sort of shit! Idiot wo-" Yamamoto cut the insult short, catching the sensitive underside of his cock as she stroked him once more, watching attentively as he broke off into a moan.
She smiled at him cheerfully, only letting him go once he was hard, and giggled when Gokudera whimpered at the loss of contact. Gokudera panicked when she began to undo her skirt, shimmying out of it along with her spotted blue panties, and then blushed a deep red, staring at the white polka dots instead of her. The giggle became a full-fledged laugh when she noticed his eyes avoiding her, and she laughed even harder at the relief in his face when she produced a condom. Yamamoto ripped the foil wrapper open with her teeth, and at his questioning look replied, "Shamal gave it to me." He gave an irritated snort and then bit his lip as she rolled it on.
He opened his mouth to ask how she knew how to do this before closing it again. He wasn't sure he really wanted to know.
She clambered into his lap and sat herself slowly down onto him, wincing a bit as his cock stretched her, letting out a small huff of satisfaction when she had taken him in entirely. Gokudera watched, eyes blurring with pleasure at the feel of Yamamoto's wet warmth slowly surrounding him, and he was unable to keep himself from letting out a small whimper when she shifted on his lap, trying to get more comfortable, her muscles moving around him, squeezing and releasing.
She waited a bit, panting, before rocking her hips back and then slamming them down with more force than any girl should rightfully have been able to. He groaned, body bucking under her and head thumping back against the wall. She pulled herself back up a few more times; he could feel the work she was putting into it through the muscles contracting around him and the trembling legs pressed against his own.
And then she stopped. He was buried deep inside her, and he could still feel her stretching around him, and it had to be good; even she couldn't be so cheerful during this otherwise. But she wasn't budging an inch.
"Fuck, fuck, move already-!" he could feel her grin spread against her skin and shivered at the slow feel of it; it was far less annoying when he couldn't see it.
"Hahaha, but you have to ask nicely," and the stupid bitch was refusing to move. She pushed herself back up to look into his eyes.
He growled, pride fighting to keep him quiet. "Move," and it was nicer than before but there was no way he would ever say please.
"No, no," she said, insufferable grin still hanging from her face even as she panted the words out, "my name, you have to use my name." He could feel her body shaking against his legs and he gritted his teeth, determined to outlast her.
Another giggle escaped the girl and he brought one knee up, slamming it into her back only to blush at the feel of her breasts squished against his chest when she fell forwards, embarrassment managing to rise even though he was already inside her.
Gokudera growled again, stubbornly ignoring the blush painted across his face, fed up with this moronic girl who could never take anything seriously. He gained what little leverage he could with his hands tied and moved under him, but every wiggle only tortured him more. A shudder ran through him as he realized what he had to do.
"S-shit, Yamamoto," he closed his eyes in submission as need got the better of him, voice oddly composed, "move." She blinked at him in surprise, even though she was the fucking idiot who asked for this anyways, before her face lit up with a grin.
She fell forward, hugging him tight. "Hahaha," her annoying laugh was back, but he didn't have much time to contemplate it; he sucked in his breath as she gave a happy little wriggle of her hips, "I knew you could do it!"
He opened his mouth to retort, but was cut off as Yamamoto carelessly smashed their mouths together in a kiss and started moving again.