[Oneshot] Baby Doll
Title: Baby Doll
Pairing: Watanabe/Taiga/Miyadate (mentions of Jesse/Taiga)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the fic
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Lots of kinks. Some foul language
Notes:
-This started as a shiritori fic at writetomyheart. But I actually quit shiritori in 2015 ^.^; so you can see how long this has been left unattended ahahaha XDD
-Kind of a continuation of my Burlesque AU which was Jesse/Taiga centric.
-Inspired by Last Hold's trailer and Nabesho's stupid grunt. >___>
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“Lovesick idiots,” Taiga scoffed at Miyadate and Watanabe as he pried them apart with gloved hands. “Why do you guys bother asking me to join in when you clearly can’t keep yourselves apart, is beyond me,” he pouted, tossing his long blond curls and making use of his over exaggerated showgirl makeup and natural beauty to steal their attention.
Watanabe chuckled. “Look who’s talking! I’ve seen the way you scan the floor every night, waiting for a certain British gentleman to come back to you,” he jabbed at Taiga, playing with his bowtie as he described the man. Watanabe’s costume consisted of only a red bow tie on a white collar, black suspenders, and black leather pants. Taiga fumed red at the comment.
“He’s not British, he’s half-American! Besides, looks-wise, he looks entirely Japanese,” Taiga corrected him, his gloved hands falling to his hips. He had worn a red baby doll dress today, in hopes he’d meet Jesse again. Red was Jesse’s favourite colour after all.
Watanabe raised an eyebrow at how Taiga failed to correct the fact that he had, in fact, been waiting. He exchanged looks with Miyadate, his regular customer.
“So… which half of him is American?” Miyadate asked suggestively.
“His dick of course,” Watanabe snorted. High fiving Miyadate as they laughed, clinging to each other.
Taiga rolled his eyes. Taiga was fond of Watanabe. Sometimes his jokes were funny, but never when they were against him. But it was exactly that fondness that stopped him from storming off right there and then. He tapped his foot impatiently.
“Cheer up, Taiga. Because my favourite customer, Date-sama here, not only has a big heart… but a big dick too. You know... we thought you might be lonely.” Watanabe said almost as if it were a joke. But from all the time he spent with Watanabe, Taiga knew he was being sincere. His expression softened.
“Okay, but you’re the bottom.”
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Watanabe hummed in appreciation as Taiga slid in a second finger. He lay on his back, all particles of clothing discarded while Taiga still had his dress on. Watanabe squirmed lazily in the sheets as he watched Taiga lower his head to take Watanabe’s length in his mouth. He moaned as he felt Taiga’s tongue brush against him, soft and warm.
Miyadate watched as Taiga’s skirt trailed up his butt revealing more and more pale skin as he bent down to suck on Watanabe. He whistled in awe at the blond’s complexion and well shaven legs. “I don’t know what’s keeping your boyfriend away, but you don’t deserve to be left unattended,” Miyadate said, reaching under Taiga’s skirts to pull down his laced panties.
Taiga’s lips left Watanabe to protest but all he could manage was a gasp when Miyadate had pressed his tongue onto the rim of his hole. He hissed as the tip of Miyadate’s tongue penetrated the tight ring of muscle in agonizing slowness. He whined for more, but the black haired male stayed firm, moving at the same slow pace as his hands rubbed Taiga’s thighs consolingly.
“It’ll feel better for you this way,” Miyadate said comfortingly.
“Trust me, he knows what he’s doing. It’ll be amazing,” Watanabe chimed in.
Taiga raised his eyebrows. “Oh, I see what you’re doing now… This was all just a ploy for you to show off your boyfriend.”
Watanabe chuckled, not denying the charges. “You can do the same when yours comes along.”
Taiga pulled a face. “I don’t like sharing,” he sneered at Watanabe before going back to sucking his dick. Slipping in a third finger to spread Watanabe quickly. His patience wearing thin.
Watanabe hissed at the intrusion but wasn’t the least offended. Shrugging at Miyadate with a good-natured grin.
It wasn’t long before Taiga slid his dick into Watanabe. Getting into the mood with Watanabe spread before him and Miyadate hugging his waist from behind, apparently in no rush to satisfy himself. Preferring to care for the others. He began to fuck Watanabe in short thrusts, earning pleased moans from the other.
Watanabe’s trademark mischievous smile playing on his lips as he rolled his hips. But Taiga knew that smile wasn’t directed to him. He gagged at the sweet gazes Watanabe was shooting Miyadate slowly peeking over Taiga’s shoulder. Pretending to look offended, he snapped his hips faster.
Miyadate chuckled, giving Taiga all the love and attention they promised, feathering kisses across his shoulder as he pushed into Taiga from behind.
Taiga groaned. Watanabe was right about one thing; Miyadate was huge. He bent over, placing his palms on either side of Watanabe’s head. His skirt hitched up and rested on the dip of his waist, fully exposing his butt to Miyadate.
Watanabe pulled Taiga's top low enough to play with his nipples, rubbing them with his thumbs, making Taiga moan.
Taiga cursed feeling the control of the situation moving into the hands of the duo as Miyadate rocked his hips, pushing him deeper into Watanabe with each thrust. Watanabe grunted, pumping himself as he watched the two before him.
With another needy moan, Miyadate hooked his arm around Taiga's waist pulling him back to lay against Miyadate’s broad chest, thrusting up and making him bounce on his lap. Taiga’s long curly hair accentuating his movements, making each action seem bigger than it was.
Taiga moaned helplessly, Miyadate’s hard thrusts stimulating him in all the right places. He opened his eyes just a little to take a peek at Watanabe in front of him who was rocking his hips to meet Taiga’s thrusts, squeezing tight around his dick when Taiga fucked him just right. It aroused Taiga all the more and he regretted laying eyes on Watanabe.
Taiga shut his eyes once more, letting his head fall back to nuzzle against the side of Miyadate’s cheek. One of his hands finding its way to Miyadate’s hair. His long fingers gripping at the silky locks.
He felt Watanabe brush his fingers across his cheek endearingly. “Your side profile is gorgeous, Taiga,” Watanabe cooed, lifting himself off the bed with strong arms to smooch Taiga lovingly.
His mouth met Miyadate’s soon after, sharing deep kisses with the black haired male as Miyadate’s hips rocked both him and Taiga. The wet sloppy sounds of their kisses so close to Taiga’s ears he couldn’t help but watch them.
Taiga squirmed between them, a mess of breathless gasps and moans. “I can’t…. hold on… much longer…” Taiga admitted between gasps.
Both Watanabe and Miyadate paused to look at each other, sharing the same idea in their head as they exchanged smiles. Watanabe pulled away from Taiga, leaving the latter to mewl pitifully at the loss of friction. His hands slid under Taiga’s knees to lift his legs before finding Taiga’s ass. Spreading his cheeks, he pushed in, his dick sliding in right next to Miyadate’s.
Taiga’s other hand gripped Watanabe’s shoulder as he choked on a scream. He didn’t know when was the last time he felt so full, his mind almost going blank. The duo waited for Taiga to get used to their combined width, muttering praises and feathering soft kisses on the showgirl’s skin.
“Move!” Taiga demanded with so much desperation it was almost a beg. His curled fingers pawing at Watanabe in front of him as he clung onto Miyadate for support. And they gladly obliged, snapping their hips, stretching Taiga wide and rubbing him just right.
Taiga screamed, arching his back. His feelings and thoughts a pleasure consumed mess. He came so hard, he saw stars.
Miyadate smirked at Watanabe, pushing them all on the bed, Taiga collapsing onto Watanabe’s chest, light as a doll. Miyadate pulled out to fuck his boyfriend instead, causing him to yelp in surprise, not expecting Miyadate to switch just then. He pistoned into Watanabe so hard, the bed shook from the force of it, drawing needy moans from the brunette.
Taiga rolled his hips lazily against Watanabe’s dick, working with Miyadate to get him off. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Watanabe cursed, losing control of himself amidst the smack of flesh on flesh. He came when he felt Miyadate tense up within him, his come joining Taiga’s, smeared messily on their abs. His boyfriend came soon after him with a grunt, spilling into Watanabe before pulling out.
Taiga’s body on top of him was light, and Miyadate was sensible enough to lie down beside the both of them instead of collapsing on top of the pile. The three of them exchanged glances between pants and gasps, neither had the energy to form words at the moment.
Taiga finally broke the silence moments later. “That was fucking crazy,” he said, shaking his head with a smile. “You guys are crazy.”
“Thank you,” they replied in unison, somehow perfectly in sync.
Pairing: Watanabe/Taiga/Miyadate (mentions of Jesse/Taiga)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the fic
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Lots of kinks. Some foul language
Notes:
-This started as a shiritori fic at writetomyheart. But I actually quit shiritori in 2015 ^.^; so you can see how long this has been left unattended ahahaha XDD
-Kind of a continuation of my Burlesque AU which was Jesse/Taiga centric.
-Inspired by Last Hold's trailer and Nabesho's stupid grunt. >___>
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“Lovesick idiots,” Taiga scoffed at Miyadate and Watanabe as he pried them apart with gloved hands. “Why do you guys bother asking me to join in when you clearly can’t keep yourselves apart, is beyond me,” he pouted, tossing his long blond curls and making use of his over exaggerated showgirl makeup and natural beauty to steal their attention.
Watanabe chuckled. “Look who’s talking! I’ve seen the way you scan the floor every night, waiting for a certain British gentleman to come back to you,” he jabbed at Taiga, playing with his bowtie as he described the man. Watanabe’s costume consisted of only a red bow tie on a white collar, black suspenders, and black leather pants. Taiga fumed red at the comment.
“He’s not British, he’s half-American! Besides, looks-wise, he looks entirely Japanese,” Taiga corrected him, his gloved hands falling to his hips. He had worn a red baby doll dress today, in hopes he’d meet Jesse again. Red was Jesse’s favourite colour after all.
Watanabe raised an eyebrow at how Taiga failed to correct the fact that he had, in fact, been waiting. He exchanged looks with Miyadate, his regular customer.
“So… which half of him is American?” Miyadate asked suggestively.
“His dick of course,” Watanabe snorted. High fiving Miyadate as they laughed, clinging to each other.
Taiga rolled his eyes. Taiga was fond of Watanabe. Sometimes his jokes were funny, but never when they were against him. But it was exactly that fondness that stopped him from storming off right there and then. He tapped his foot impatiently.
“Cheer up, Taiga. Because my favourite customer, Date-sama here, not only has a big heart… but a big dick too. You know... we thought you might be lonely.” Watanabe said almost as if it were a joke. But from all the time he spent with Watanabe, Taiga knew he was being sincere. His expression softened.
“Okay, but you’re the bottom.”
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Watanabe hummed in appreciation as Taiga slid in a second finger. He lay on his back, all particles of clothing discarded while Taiga still had his dress on. Watanabe squirmed lazily in the sheets as he watched Taiga lower his head to take Watanabe’s length in his mouth. He moaned as he felt Taiga’s tongue brush against him, soft and warm.
Miyadate watched as Taiga’s skirt trailed up his butt revealing more and more pale skin as he bent down to suck on Watanabe. He whistled in awe at the blond’s complexion and well shaven legs. “I don’t know what’s keeping your boyfriend away, but you don’t deserve to be left unattended,” Miyadate said, reaching under Taiga’s skirts to pull down his laced panties.
Taiga’s lips left Watanabe to protest but all he could manage was a gasp when Miyadate had pressed his tongue onto the rim of his hole. He hissed as the tip of Miyadate’s tongue penetrated the tight ring of muscle in agonizing slowness. He whined for more, but the black haired male stayed firm, moving at the same slow pace as his hands rubbed Taiga’s thighs consolingly.
“It’ll feel better for you this way,” Miyadate said comfortingly.
“Trust me, he knows what he’s doing. It’ll be amazing,” Watanabe chimed in.
Taiga raised his eyebrows. “Oh, I see what you’re doing now… This was all just a ploy for you to show off your boyfriend.”
Watanabe chuckled, not denying the charges. “You can do the same when yours comes along.”
Taiga pulled a face. “I don’t like sharing,” he sneered at Watanabe before going back to sucking his dick. Slipping in a third finger to spread Watanabe quickly. His patience wearing thin.
Watanabe hissed at the intrusion but wasn’t the least offended. Shrugging at Miyadate with a good-natured grin.
It wasn’t long before Taiga slid his dick into Watanabe. Getting into the mood with Watanabe spread before him and Miyadate hugging his waist from behind, apparently in no rush to satisfy himself. Preferring to care for the others. He began to fuck Watanabe in short thrusts, earning pleased moans from the other.
Watanabe’s trademark mischievous smile playing on his lips as he rolled his hips. But Taiga knew that smile wasn’t directed to him. He gagged at the sweet gazes Watanabe was shooting Miyadate slowly peeking over Taiga’s shoulder. Pretending to look offended, he snapped his hips faster.
Miyadate chuckled, giving Taiga all the love and attention they promised, feathering kisses across his shoulder as he pushed into Taiga from behind.
Taiga groaned. Watanabe was right about one thing; Miyadate was huge. He bent over, placing his palms on either side of Watanabe’s head. His skirt hitched up and rested on the dip of his waist, fully exposing his butt to Miyadate.
Watanabe pulled Taiga's top low enough to play with his nipples, rubbing them with his thumbs, making Taiga moan.
Taiga cursed feeling the control of the situation moving into the hands of the duo as Miyadate rocked his hips, pushing him deeper into Watanabe with each thrust. Watanabe grunted, pumping himself as he watched the two before him.
With another needy moan, Miyadate hooked his arm around Taiga's waist pulling him back to lay against Miyadate’s broad chest, thrusting up and making him bounce on his lap. Taiga’s long curly hair accentuating his movements, making each action seem bigger than it was.
Taiga moaned helplessly, Miyadate’s hard thrusts stimulating him in all the right places. He opened his eyes just a little to take a peek at Watanabe in front of him who was rocking his hips to meet Taiga’s thrusts, squeezing tight around his dick when Taiga fucked him just right. It aroused Taiga all the more and he regretted laying eyes on Watanabe.
Taiga shut his eyes once more, letting his head fall back to nuzzle against the side of Miyadate’s cheek. One of his hands finding its way to Miyadate’s hair. His long fingers gripping at the silky locks.
He felt Watanabe brush his fingers across his cheek endearingly. “Your side profile is gorgeous, Taiga,” Watanabe cooed, lifting himself off the bed with strong arms to smooch Taiga lovingly.
His mouth met Miyadate’s soon after, sharing deep kisses with the black haired male as Miyadate’s hips rocked both him and Taiga. The wet sloppy sounds of their kisses so close to Taiga’s ears he couldn’t help but watch them.
Taiga squirmed between them, a mess of breathless gasps and moans. “I can’t…. hold on… much longer…” Taiga admitted between gasps.
Both Watanabe and Miyadate paused to look at each other, sharing the same idea in their head as they exchanged smiles. Watanabe pulled away from Taiga, leaving the latter to mewl pitifully at the loss of friction. His hands slid under Taiga’s knees to lift his legs before finding Taiga’s ass. Spreading his cheeks, he pushed in, his dick sliding in right next to Miyadate’s.
Taiga’s other hand gripped Watanabe’s shoulder as he choked on a scream. He didn’t know when was the last time he felt so full, his mind almost going blank. The duo waited for Taiga to get used to their combined width, muttering praises and feathering soft kisses on the showgirl’s skin.
“Move!” Taiga demanded with so much desperation it was almost a beg. His curled fingers pawing at Watanabe in front of him as he clung onto Miyadate for support. And they gladly obliged, snapping their hips, stretching Taiga wide and rubbing him just right.
Taiga screamed, arching his back. His feelings and thoughts a pleasure consumed mess. He came so hard, he saw stars.
Miyadate smirked at Watanabe, pushing them all on the bed, Taiga collapsing onto Watanabe’s chest, light as a doll. Miyadate pulled out to fuck his boyfriend instead, causing him to yelp in surprise, not expecting Miyadate to switch just then. He pistoned into Watanabe so hard, the bed shook from the force of it, drawing needy moans from the brunette.
Taiga rolled his hips lazily against Watanabe’s dick, working with Miyadate to get him off. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Watanabe cursed, losing control of himself amidst the smack of flesh on flesh. He came when he felt Miyadate tense up within him, his come joining Taiga’s, smeared messily on their abs. His boyfriend came soon after him with a grunt, spilling into Watanabe before pulling out.
Taiga’s body on top of him was light, and Miyadate was sensible enough to lie down beside the both of them instead of collapsing on top of the pile. The three of them exchanged glances between pants and gasps, neither had the energy to form words at the moment.
Taiga finally broke the silence moments later. “That was fucking crazy,” he said, shaking his head with a smile. “You guys are crazy.”
“Thank you,” they replied in unison, somehow perfectly in sync.