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Muscle Heads: Ohma x Raian

Chapter 5: Meat Gazer

Raian had a bad habit. Well, he had a lot of bad habits but this one bothered Ohma the most. Not that he wasn’t used to seeing naked men of course, but like most of the other Kengan fighters he wasn’t particularly pleased when another man decided to stare at his dick when he was trying to take a piss. 

Unfortunately for him, Raian was a meat gazer. Not in a sexual way (most of the time), but he just really liked to fuck with people and through experience found that this was one of the most effective ways.

(Via military terms: A piss test observer to make sure you aren’t faking clean piss on a piss test, but often times they’re just trying to look at your dick because they like it. -VETTV)

Kure Raian was not beyond voyeurism. Frankly, nothing was beyond him. If it was nasty he was probably into it, with very few exceptions.

Rihito had already been an unfortunate victim.

When asked, the beefhead will vehemently deny that anything happened that fateful day in the Kengan tournament, but he could still feel Raian’s cold ass hands on his dick every now and then when he had to go to a public urinal. 

He had also developed a habit of fugitively looking over his shoulder every time he heard footsteps behind him in the bathroom. 

The first time Ohma had experienced it was on an early Spring morning shortly after he had moved into the Kure residence. 

He had still been woozy and exhausted from all the drugs they had pumped into his system for his heart surgery and was unusually mellowed, so the lapse in awareness wasn’t all his fault. 

The bright light of the bathroom burned his eyes, forcing him to squint and look away. The door was cracked open. A mistake he wouldn’t soon forget.

His fingers worked at the drawstring of his shorts, abnormally clumsy. Groaning, he turned off the lights after letting his shorts fall to his ankles, eyes hurting from the light. The only sliver of illumination came from the entrance.

Sighing, he felt his bladder slowly deflating as he began relieving himself.

Then he sensed it.

A dark, malicious presence, and a warm weight on his shoulder. Something rough and firm wrapped around his dick. 

Ohma’s eyes shot open, his reflection gazing back at him in shock through the mirror.

He wasn’t alone.

The low light was enough to highlight spiky, light-blond hair and broad, rolling shoulders. 

For a long second Ohma stood still, muscles tense like a spring on the verge of action as his brain struggled to catch up to his body. Black, glinting eyes flitted quickly from his cock to his face, then back to his still-pissing appendage. 

He was so casual about it that Ohma felt his brain short-circuiting. Is this bastard really…

A raspy chuckle finally broke him out of his stupor, and the static energy that had been festering inside him boiled over like a volcano. He flung his arm back, twisting his body as he tried to shove Raian off only to feel an intense tugging pain in his groin that made him groan through tightly clenched teeth. 

Raian hadn’t let go, and when Ohma tried bucking him off he had kept his death grip on his dick. Hissing, he did his best to pry Raian’s cold, clammy fingers off without accidentally clawing the now pulsating flesh. Whether it was from pain or pleasure he didn’t know and didn’t care to find out.

“What the hell is wrong with you, you shithead?!” Ohma roared, shoving the cackling devil to the ground and stomping on his chest. He felt a shred of satisfaction as Raian wheezed, though he seemed thoroughly unaffected by the blow. 

“Jus’ investigating,” Raian sneered up at him, shoving his leg off. 

Ohma barely had a chance to open his mouth before Raian barreled into him and out the door, laughing hysterically as if he just told the funniest joke he had ever heard. His head thudded painfully against the tile and the sound of clay splitting echoed in his ears. 

The door to the bathroom hung precariously on its broken hinges, and Ohma was helpless to do anything except lay staring at the ceiling in shock. His heart rate was elevated in a way that was vaguely worrying, but right now that was frankly the last thing on his mind. 

He was gonna pound that bastard straight to hell in the morning, but for now, he needed to find some ice for his dick.

Dirty: Stabbington Brothers/Reader [SMUT]

There were no works for these hunks under this category so I had to do it.

Basically they f*ck you so good they ruin all other men for you.

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It was hot, almost unbearably so. You weren’t exactly sure how you had ended up in this position. Everything before this seemed foggy, as if you were looking through a wall of water that swished and swirled away any semblance of thought the moment you tried to focus. But you suppose it didn’t really matter now anyways.

All that mattered was them.

You couldn’t see much through your half-lidded eyes except the muscular, clothed back of one brother bent over you, his open mouth pressed against your collarbone. A shock of bright red hair rubbed against your neck and bare chest, you supposed it was the ones with sideburns. Huge hands groped your breasts and you could feel another pair inching closer to your waistband as a second tongue lapped greedily at the sensitive spot behind your ear. That must be the one with the eyepatch.

You didn’t know their names or care to find out. Everyone around these parts knew who they were, dubbing them “Sideburns” and “Patchy” (stupid nicknames, you thought), though none were brave enough to say it to their faces. You didn’t want to become the last guy they pummeled when he had pried too hard.

Aliases here were more common than not.

They didn’t know your name either, but they never asked. You supposed they were just here for a good fuck and you were more than happy to oblige, perhaps a little too happily thanks to the persuasion of the beer you had been guzzling like no tomorrow before they had arrived at the tavern.

It had been hard to miss them as they hulked through the doorway, more than a head taller and wider than everyone else who had scrambled out of their path. Everyone knew not to get in the way of the Stabbington Brothers.

There were other women in the tavern, albeit just a few, it was dangerous after all. But no, they headed straight for you and that in itself was both flattering and terrifying. They sat one on each side, so close you could feel the heat rolling off them in waves as if they had just gotten here from vigorously stomping someone’s head in, which was a high possibility. And then the one they called Sideburns had leaned in close, a devious grin stretching across his face and the scent of sweat and something that smelled like sheer testosterone filling your senses like a drug. He whispered something in your ear and suddenly you were far less interested in the pint clutched in your hand.

In your haze, you hadn’t noticed that the beer had suddenly been relieved of you until his brother took a drink and slid it across the table to Sideburns. He downed the rest of it in one gulp and you wanted to protest ‘Hey I paid for that’, but then he stood and you felt Patchy nudge you off your chair with one hand against your waist. ‘Never mind.’

They had led you swaying lightly on your feet to a dingy motel nearby but you didn’t mind. Everything felt hot and the clothes against your body had suddenly grown tight and scratchy against your burning skin.

The rest was history from there.

They had quickly stripped you out of your shirt and once again you wanted to protest that it wasn’t fair that they remained dressed but that thought had quickly died in your throat as they had tackled you on the bed.

“Looks like you’re getting a little distracted there,” the voice in front of you growled. Narrowed blue eyes pierced through you and it sent a bolt of heat coiling in your core. It was so intense your legs trembled, and you were sure that you would shatter if that restless energy wasn’t taken care of soon. Sideburns seemed to be able to read your mind as he turned his gaze off you, simpering at his brother over your shoulder.

They didn’t speak, but you could almost hear them communicating. It was probably some freaky twin shit but at this point you didn’t care if they barked at each other as long as they hurried the fuck up.

“Hey,” you whispered sultrily, placing a gentle hand on the broad chest in front of you. “It’s not fair if I’m the only one topless.”

Sideburns looked down at you, the smirk growing wider on his face. He tutted and kissed your knuckles almost teasingly. “Impatient are we, sweetheart?”

You heard Patchy huff softly, his chest pressed impossibly close against your back. Something big and deliciously hard twitched against your lower back, and to your embarrassment it sent a flood of wet warmth straight between your legs.

“Whatever you want princess,” Sideburns rumbled, yanking off his shirt and all the straps with it in one fluid motion. Behind you, fabric rustled as Patchy also took off his pullover and discarded it on the floor.

Numerous white scars crisscrossed along the massive torso in front of you, and you found that you wanted to trace them all with your tongue. Sideburns seemed to be able to read your mind as he grabbed your wrist in his hand and placed it on his obliques.

“You can touch as much as you want, sweetheart.” He came closer, forcing you back into the man behind you as you reclined on his chest. His skin was boiling, and the air felt almost suffocating in the best way.

Slowly, you traced a lengthy scar from his pec to hip, dragging your nails lightly against his skin as you did so. Goosebumps followed your fingertips as you explored the muscles bulging underneath your palms. Entranced, you watched as it flexed with every breath, and he seemed to enjoy the attention as he let out a pleased rumble that almost seemed like a purr.

A light ginger trail peaked out from the edge of his pants, leading straight down to the hidden erection straining against his pants. Gawking at the size, you felt a rush of fear and exhilaration course through your body, excitement soaking your underwear even further.

Is it even gonna fit?

You were snapped out of your trance as a sudden calloused finger brushed against your clit; you hadn’t even realized Patchy’s hand had slipped under your waistband. You let out a (undignified) yelp, glaring at Sideburns as he uttered a deep chuckle.

“P-Patchy what are you-oh!” He plunged his finger further, pinching and sliding against your sensitive folds as you bit back moans of ecstasy. You could feel his lips curling against your shoulder as he peered over you.

“W-wait you can’t just-” Sideburns cut you off before you could finish, sealing his mouth over yours and suckling on your lower lip. He tasted like whiskey and something else so intoxicating you couldn’t name, something so him.

“Just shut up and enjoy it,” Sideburns grumbled against your mouth before ramming his tongue in. In his eagerness he pressed down on top of you, using his weight to push you into Patchy who began nipping at the tender junction of your neck and shoulders. You were sure there were going to be bruises there in the morning, but you didn’t give a damn.

Let the whole world see your sins if only this night could last forever.

His tongue swirled against yours, fighting for dominance though you were more than happy to give it to him. You supposed it was just in their natures as men, after all. You liked it rough either way.

Like a starved animal, he devoured your mouth before you finally had to pull away to breathe. “Just give me a second,” you wheezed, keeping him away from you with a hand on his chest. Eyes glinting, he licked his lips and you briefly wondered what else it could do.

It was almost too much.

The thick finger circling your leaking hole abruptly plunged in, drawing out a squeal that Sideburns interrupted as he returned to kiss you. You didn’t have a chance to adjust before Patchy set a brutal pace, quickly adding another one that made it feel as if you were going to be ripped apart. It was a miracle if you managed to survive the night.

Someone began tugging your pants down and you instinctively lifted your hips to let them. Sideburns pulled away once you were completely bare, turning greedy eyes down to your gushing slit. You felt a rush of embarrassment as he watched his brother finger you, but it quickly evaporated when he lowered himself onto his stomach so he could leave love bites against your inner thighs, gradually moving closer to where you wanted him the most but staying just shy enough away from it.

A swift pang of pleasure distracted you just enough from the hot mouth biting at your thigh as the calloused digit inside of you suddenly brushed against your sweet spot. You gasped loudly and writhed as he immediately added another finger, attacking that same place over and over again until your vision swam.

“Ah Patchy please!”

Your entire body tensed, every tendon and fiber of your being straining before the inevitable release, which never came. It felt so foreignly empty as he denied you your orgasm by withdrawing his fingers, your entire body descending from the high in one fell swoop.

“What the hell?!” You snapped, frustration dancing at the edge of your eyes.

“Can’t have you cumming yet can we now, sweetheart,” Sideburns cooed mockingly, kissing at the edge of your now-empty hole.

‘Fucking sadist’, you thought grumpily, but you couldn’t stay mad at him as he pressed the flat of his tongue against your entrance. He gave a few long, teasing strokes, gazing up at you with a mischievous gleam in his eye as you squirmed in his brother’s arms.

“Please,” you moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair. It was surprisingly soft to the touch, but you didn’t get a chance to dwell on it as he flicked your clit with the wet muscle.

“God just fuck me already!” You pleaded, clutching at Patchy’s arms which were preoccupied with kneading your breasts.

“Impatient now are we?” Sideburns growled playfully and stroked your thigh with a large hand.

“Think she’s ready?” Sideburns raised himself up on his arms and looked over your shoulder. You didn’t hear a response, but Patchy must have given some indication for him to go ahead because he grabbed your hips and started raising you onto your knees until you were on all fours.

Heat thrummed through your body, making you feel almost drunk with anticipation.

“Open,” Sideburns commanded, grabbing your chin and slipping his thumb through between your lips. You wrapped your lips around the digit, sucking and lapping at it as if challenging him. You felt the bed shift behind you, and a pressure against your hip as the other twin held you in place. The dull head of Patchy’s cock pressed against your entrance and you whined, trying to rock back but you couldn’t with both of them gripping you so firmly.

Their presence felt oppressive; they were too big for the room and frankly any other room they walked into, and normally you’d be scared or nervous or anything else but horny. But right now with Sideburns’ dick hovering over you, the shaft curving towards his toned stomach with a prominent vein pulsating at the underside, you couldn’t give less of a damn about who they were or what they did as long as they fucked you so good you couldn’t walk for days.

They had both been ridiculously tall before, but now as your hands and knees they towered over you like it was their right.

Sideburns gave his aching cock a few long pulls, savoring the look of hunger on your face. With one hand clutching your hair, he pulled you closer until your lips were mere millimeters from the pink head of his arousal.

The second you spent suspended in reality seemed to draw on for an eternity, agonizingly slow as if they were trying to make you beg. The whispers of a demand stood on the edge of your tongue when they suddenly both thrust forward at the exact same time, synchronized perfectly with each other as if through some bizarre twin telepathy.

You gagged around the hot length ramming down your throat as Patchy slid in with one fluid movement, the stretch burning uncomfortably as you moaned. He held still for a few seconds waiting for you to adjust to his size, and you could feel him flexing his fingers in impatience against your waist.

Sideburns moved slowly, fucking into your mouth with a self-satisfied smirk as if he had all the time in the world. As the pain began to subside, you wriggled your hips in small circles, hearing a throaty grunt from behind you.

“You’re gonna take it all, slut.” Sideburns rumbled, pushing in deeper. Your jaw ached, but there was no way in hell you were gonna back down now.

You hummed around the erection in your mouth, feeling it jolt from the vibrations. Sideburns looked up, nodding to his brother who immediately began setting a merciless pace, the force of his thrusts pushing you forward. Sideburns moved to match his speed, the thick length hitting the back of your throat with every motion. You struggled to breathe through your nose, drool dripping down your chin as the salty precum mingled with your spit.

Pleasure blossomed inside of you as Patchy switched up the angle, targeting your g-spot with laser precision. The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctured by your needy cries as your fingers twisted in the covers.

They were too big to fully sheath themselves inside you, but they did their damn best to try. A large hand moved to cup your swinging breast, holding up your weight effortlessly. Sideburns’ other hand came to twist and tug at your hair, yanking in a way that hurt so good.

The hands around your waist clamped down hard, sure to leave bruises there in the morning. You heard Sideburns let out a gravelly groan as his speed picked up, could see the way his muscular legs tensed in anticipation.

Behind you Patchy did the same, balls smacking against you with every driving plunge. Heat and tension curled inside of you as you climbed towards your mounting climax.

Your eyes screwed shut and you panted around the member in your mouth, hands scrambling for purchase on the bed. Every muscle in your body seemed to throb in rhythm with their cocks, a muffled whimper slipping through your lips.

“Nah sweetheart”, Sideburns’ hand came to cradle your cheek. “I want you to look at me when you come.”

His form was blurry through the glaze over your watery eyes, a mass of muscle and something so raw that it tipped you right over the edge.

You clenched hard around Patchy’s dick, hearing him snarl in response as his flow began to stutter. Sideburns moved to grip your face with both hands, driving into you so hard it had you seeing black. Your head swam as the universe seemed to shrink down to just this dirty lodge room, just the three of you as your entire body shuddered violently with your release.

Juices dripped down the back of your legs, smearing with Patchy’s sweat as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your bones felt rubbery, body still trembling from the aftershock of the most intense climax of your life but they weren’t done yet.

They held you up, fingers slipping against your damp skin and with one final thrust they ejaculated at the same time. Sideburns came with a roar, the beefy tendons in his neck straining as he threw his head back. Dull fingernails dug into the tender skin of your hips, drawing blood to the surface and you winced, unable to move away.

Hot seed shot down your throat and you weren’t quite able to swallow it all, the volume simply too much. It trickled down your chin, making a mess out of your front as Sideburns’ pace began to slow. Another load filled your abused cunt as Patchy slammed his hips flush with your ass, quaking against you as he came.

The room was silent save for the sound of your collective panting, breaths mingling in the balmy air. With quiet exhales, they both pulled out of you, and without their support your arms finally gave out and sent you tumbling into the mattress.

You felt completely spent, body drained of every last drop and your mind utterly empty. With your eyes closed, you could hear them shifting around you. The thought of them just leaving you here after they got what they wanted caused an uncomfortable twinge in your heart, but you pushed it down.

This was all that this was supposed to be, anyways. Just a quick fuck and that was it.

Sad or not, you were far too tired to think about it. Your eyes had already fallen shut and without the heat of their bodies the room was growing cold. Shivering, you clawed blindly for the blankets when out of the blue something warm touched your inner thigh.

You squealed in shock, shooting up to glare at Patchy kneeling on the bed next to you. He shot you a questioning look, holding a wet cloth to your leg.

“What? Too cold?” Sideburns chuckled, drawing your attention to him. He was holding a wash basin, steaming rising from the porcelain lip.

“N-no I just thought that you guys…never mind.” You flopped back down, closing your eyes again. You didn’t fight when Patchy spread your legs, wiping away the drying mess.

Sideburns placed the bowl on the nightstand with a quiet thump, scooping you up bridal style while Patchy yanked off the soiled quilts. His chest was delightfully warm, moving slowly with each deep breath.

They pulled the blankets over you when they were done changing the bed sheets, crawling in after extinguishing the lanterns. It was a tight fit, but they managed to make it work with you sandwiched between them. Long, heavy limbs tangled with yours, the weight comforting to your worn body.

The room was old and worn and the stained mattress was rickety and stiff, but right now it felt like heaven on earth.

Burly arms came to wrap around your torso, you weren’t sure whose it was or if it both of theirs but you didn’t care. They were both completely naked now, having abandoned their remaining clothes. The heat emanating from their bodies quickly warmed up the blankets and you let out a content sigh, wriggling in to tuck your head under the chin in front of you.

A hand stroked your arm gingerly, rubbing small, soothing patterns against your skin. They fit so perfectly against you, as if you were made to be there.

“Next time you guys are taking turns or something,” you muttered sleepily. “You assholes almost impaled me to death.”

“There’s gonna be a next time?” You could feel Sideburns’ cocky grin against your hair.

A faint blush colored your cheeks, but thankfully it was lost to the welcoming darkness. “You know where to find me.”

“Damn right we do.”

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