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shouto’s blindfolded and naked, his hands tied behind his back as he sits on the couch for their little game— where everyone takes turns eating shouto out for a minute each, before he has to use his pretty little head to guess whose tongue was just in his pussy.
first, there are a large set of calloused hands prying his thighs open, and they do these little laps at shouto’s clit that make him absolutely /shake/. that talented tongue curls around shouto’s twitching little t-dick with a lewd suck, before the tip of the wet muscle licks shouto’s clit from the base to the tip, flicking over the tip of shouto’s sensitive clit in a way that shocks a broken whine out of him.
there are broad strokes of a tongue on his leaking slit, the sensuous drag of a tongue up, up, up along his cunt and along his clit, hot and wet and absolutely /dirty/, and shouto arches into it, wanting more of that messy pleasure.
(fuck, it’s barely been 30 seconds but he’s already panting like a bitch in heat.)
the tongue slips into him, curling and teasing his g-spot, and shouto mewls brokenly, desperately pressing his hips against their face, trying to grind on that tongue.
fuck, fuck, /fuck/—
this person eats pussy unrelentingly, big hands gripping shouto’s thighs tightly as they give shouto overstimulating, toe-curling pleasure. they fuck their tongue in and out of his leaky cunt messily, and the lewd squelching sounds are more than enough to make shouto blush and whimper quietly, especially when paired with the pressure against his g-spot.
there’s a hot, teasing breath on his clit, another suck, before someone calls out, “that’s a minute.”
shouto breathes out a shaky “fuck” at the sudden denial of pleasure. “so,” that someone starts speaking again, “whose tongue was that, sweet thing?”
“ah,” shouto tries to recollect his bearings, brain fuzzy at the edges from all the pleasure as he squirms a little. there’s only one person who eats pussy so viciously, with the goal to absolutely /ruin/. “..katsuki’s?”
“good job, princess,” yeah, there’s that scrape of a sharp canine and the telltale curve of katsuki’s smirk against his thigh, and katsuki teasingly nips the sensitive skin there, voice growly when he rasps, “knew you could recognise my tongue even when you’re all fucked out and dumb.”
“shut it,” shouto retorts, trying to maintain some modicum of control as if he didn’t leak all over the upholstery under him, like he wasn’t quivering under katsuki’s tongue. “next person?”
there’s a murmur of agreement, before shouto hears the next person settle in front of him.
shouto feels broad hands on his thighs, settling them on an /equally/ broad set of shoulders. this person rears back, and for a moment, shouto is confused until he feels them spit on his cunt, the saliva sliding wetly over his clit onto his winking cunt and shouto whimpers weakly.
fuck, that’s filthy, and it absolutely makes his pussy /throb/.
there are a pair of snarling lips against his pussy, lips sucking his clit in and tongue teasing along the sensitive bud, and shouto can /feel/ the way he gushes wet in response, absolutely slicking up his thighs and the face of whoever’s between them.
god, they eat pussy like a starved man, slurping up along shouto’s messy cunt, drooling all over him as they lap and suck at his throbbing clit, before they plunge their tongue into shouto’s pussy and tonguefuck him messily, saliva and slick squelching loudly— their grip on shouto’s thighs unrelenting through the onslaught of pleasure.
“oh my god,” shouto pants, throwing his head back as he writhes, grinding his hips against their face messily. their tongue— fuck, their /tongue/— drags over shouto’s slick lips, thrusting into his cunt as their nose bumps against his clit, and they shake their head from side to side.
“time,” someone calls, but this person absolutely disregards the cue, triggering mirthful remarks from everyone else at how they can’t pry away from shouto’s sweet pussy, as they continue to tonguefuck shouto, circling their tongue around his clit and laving over his folds, drinking in shouto’s slick like it’s the best goddamn thing in the world.
they place messily little open mouthed kisses on shouto’s clit, and shouto’s practically humping their face with how /desperate/ he feels, and shit, shouto’s gonna come, but just as he’s about to— they pull away, with a lingering kiss on his twitching t-dick.
“please,” shouto pants, feeling tears wetting the blindfold, his hips thrusting into the air with the desperation of the denied orgasm, only to be met with mocking little laughs and a slick little slap on his pussy. “oh, /fuck/, please—”
“c’mon, sweet thing, your guess?”
there’s only one person who would eat pussy so messily, so ravenously, and so fucking /well/, “‘s hanta, fucking hell, it’s hanta.”
hanta pats his sticky cunt one more time, the /plap/ of skin against /wet/ so fucking filthy, and shouto knows hanta’s got that dark look in his eye, that pleased smile on his face when he purrs, “oh good /boy/, cariño.”
hanta’s removes shouto’s trembling thighs from their perch on his shoulders, and shouto sighs shakily, feeling absolutely /ruined/, “how many more?”
“oh, /doll/,” comes the sly lilt of somebody’s voice, teasing, mocking, “five more. think you can handle it, hm?”
yeah, shouto’s /fucked/.