Knew It Was a Bad Idea; Did It Anyway

Term 3b Fic Winner! The winning theme was 'Persona 5 Akira + gangbang'. I was actually really surprised by how many people voted for this one! I'll be sure to include more persona ideas from here on out. Also, this one was so much fucking fun to write <3 There's always just something so satisfying with writing characters being shameless sluts <3

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In hindsight, maybe following a flyer to a mysterious job that promised a lot of cash wasn’t his best idea. If that alone hadn’t been enough to tell him that hey, perhaps this was a little shady, ending up at a club hidden underneath a suspiciously empty café in the Shinjuku district, and being greeted by a man who made no attempt to hide the fact that he was openly staring at his crotch and ass, then being ushered into a backroom that was stuffed full of men smoking, playing dice and shooting the shit probably should have been indication enough. Well, no, that was probably a little unfair to himself – he had a good idea of what he was getting himself into, which was exactly the reason why when the man who let him in stepped up behind him and started grinding a burning hot erection against his butt, he didn’t immediately knock him senseless with one well-placed right hook. It was also the reason why he hadn’t brought Morgana along, why he had snuck out without a word to anyone and why he was rock hard, and sopping wet before the men who quickly surrounded him could yank his pants down. 

One of the men laughed – he couldn’t tell which one in his haze – and squatted down in front of him to take Akira’s stiff cock into his large, hot hand. Gasping sharply, Akira’s hips bucked hard, driving his length through the loose ring of the man’s fingers. It seemed that one little sound, one little movement broke a spell that was hanging over the room. Suddenly, everyone was moving. Everyone was talking at once, their deep voices heavy with excitement and lust. He couldn’t make out why they were saying but the tone was enough to convey that their eagerness to fuck him was the topic of all conversation. Akira was facedown on the floor in the blink of an eye, his plump ass yanked harshly up into the air. He was given no time to prepare himself. The moment his cheek was pressed to the cold concrete, a ferocious heat was pressing to his already prepped, dripping wet hole. Large hands clamped down onto his hips with bruising strength. The man behind him spat onto his hole, sending a shiver racing up his spine then slammed forward, shoving in until the plush curve of Akira’s ass was pressing flush against his pubic bone. 

Akira wailed loudly. His toes curled tightly. His eyes squeezed tightly closed. Fuck-! Fuck-! Good-! It felt so good-! There was no dildo on the market that could rival this sensation-! Being forced open, forced to accommodate that superheated girth, his hole stretched and straining around it as it pushed in deep-! Thick veins scraped along the spasming walls of his ass. The man set a hard, rough pace from the first thrust, pounding into Akira as though he was nothing more than a sexdoll, like his hole was just an onahole he could fuck however he wanted. Akira moaned shamelessly – the thought of trying to be quiet didn’t cross his mind. This was what he wanted, this was what he’d been itching for! Stuffed full of a man’s thick meat! 

“Fuck, we finally lucked out.” Someone said, “Highschooler, adorable and a fucking slut!”

“I’ve wanted to fuck those brats in uniforms.” Someone else rasped, “Don’t undress him fully yet. I wanna cum all over his blazer.”

“Damn, he’s really cute.” A powerful hand grabbed hold of his hair, yanking his head up off the floor. There was a man kneeling in front of him, his impressively large cock twitching directly in front of Akira’s face. Drool poured into his mouth. A raging thrum of heat pounded through him. Pushing up onto his hands and knees, Akira surged forward, taking that thick, fat length into his mouth. He squealed in delight as a bitter, salty taste swamped his mouth. It’d been a while since he sucked someone off but it was like riding a bicycle. He pushed down all the way, taking in every last inch. 

“Oh, fuck!” The man who’s cock he was swallowing up groaned, “He’s really good at blowjobs! His throat is so hot and tight. You like this, huh, you slut? Like having your throat stuffed full with cock, don’t you?”

Akira moaned happily, sucking hard on that twitching length. He gave his ass a wiggle, just to emphasize the point. The men around him laughed and chattered. Akira was distantly aware of them crowding in close. There were hands all over him, touching every part of him, leaving sizzling trails of tingling. Large, rough hands played with his nipples, his cock, his ass, his feet. The cock in his mouth, and ass came disappointingly quick but he didn’t have any time to whine – they were quickly replaced with another, then another and another. In the span of probably around 10 minutes, he had already sucked off five guys and was taking his sixth cock into his sloppy ass. Cum ran in thick currents down his trembling thighs. Pressurized pleasure was boiling in the base of his stomach, pressing hard at the back of his cock. Cumming…cumming, cumming! He was gonna cum! He…he just needed a little bit more-! Just a little-! 

Suddenly, the cock he had been sucking on was gone from his mouth. Akira found himself being abruptly flipped over onto his back. Before he had time to wonder what his current group of playmates were up to, he was being dragged up off the floor and squished between two large, muscular bodies. An intense scent of sweat, smoke and sex surrounded him, making his head spin. The man in front of him dipped down, sliding his arms underneath his legs. Akira jumped slightly as he was lifted up into the air. His chest pressed to the man’s. He flung his arms around the man’s broad shoulders, catching on quick to where this was going. He’d never been fucked in a position like this before but was all for new experiences. The familiar sensation of a thick cock pressing to his entrance sent a shudder racing through him. The man slammed upwards, driving his length in deep. Akira squealed happily, rocking his hips to grind that thick cock against his insides. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it, slut?” The man purred into his ear, “Just wait, it’s about to feel even better.”

Akira gasped, his eyes widening. The man standing behind him had stepped forward, bringing his cock to his already stuffed full hole. There was no time to brace himself – the man thrust in, driving his cock in alongside the first one. Akira’s mouth stretched open. He wailed at the top of his lungs. A powerful shake settled into his legs as he came, spraying the man’s chest with a heavy load of cum. Fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck-! It felt so fucking good-! He was stuffed so incredibly full-! More-! More-! He wanted even more cocks-! He wanted to be fucked by even more cocks-! He wanted to be fucked until the sun came up-! 

“It’s gonna be hard to let this one go.” Someone commented, his voice sounding far away. 

“Oh, he’ll be coming back.” Another one commented, giving Akira’s ass a hard slap, “Look at him – fucking slut is loving every second of this. Guarantee you he’ll be back tomorrow night, and every night after that.”

“Looks like I’ll have to be every night, then.” The man behind him grunted, “I can’t get enough of this ass.”

“Hurry the fuck up.” Someone said irritably, “I wanna go! My cock is about to burst here!”

“You’ll get your turn. Don’t think this whore is gonna go anywhere any time soon.”

“More-!” Akira gasped, his tongue lolling lewdly out of his mouth, “More-! More-!”

“You heard the kid!” Another hard whack to his ass, “What kind of hosts would we be if we didn’t give him exactly what he wants?”

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The sun was starting to peek over the curve of the earth by the time he was stumbling back into his bedroom. Morgana was curled up on his bed, completely unaware of his abscene…or he was, until Akira’s foot struck against a figurine, sending it skittering across the room. Morgana’s head jumped up. He blinked blearily in the dim light before focusing on Akira. 

“Where have you been?” Morgana asked, clearly irritated that Akira had awoken him from a peaceful slumber. 

“Night job. I told you about it, didn’t I?” Akira responded. 

“You have like three of those! Are you getting sick? What’s wrong with your voice?”

Akira laughed dismissively – one of the issues with sucking so many dicks was it did make him sound like he gargled gravel, “It’s a customer service job. I was just talking a lot.”

Morgana huffed, settling back down onto the covers. There would definitely be more questions later on, after Morgana had fully awoken up but for right now, he wasn’t required to make excuse after excuse. A good thing since he already had that excuse ready to go – if Morgana had asked why he was holding his body so oddly or why he was walking so stiffly or what that dried gunk all over his uniform was, he would’ve floundered. He was exhausted but it was just that…Akira shuffled over to the small bathroom tucked into the corner. Closing the door, he leaned against it for a moment to catch his breath then shakily pushed down his trousers. He had only bothered to clean the cum off his face but the rest of him was still covered. That wasn’t even counting the numerous loads still inside his ass. He’d lost count of how many times they came inside him but he imagined it had to be up there in the fifties or sixties. 

Stripping off the rest of his uniform, he walked over to the shower. Despite having repeatedly asked the issue to be fixed, the shower still only had cold water. This time, though, that didn’t bother him. He was still burning with an intense, feverish heat – which could be partially be attributed to his night of fun, to the sensation of thick cum moving around inside him but was definitely coming right from the reason why all of that cum was still inside him. Swallowing hard, a thrum of heat pulsing in the base of his belly, inciting his cock to twitch (not harden – he’d been milked until nothing was coming out of his cock so it was going to take a few hours before an erection was possible), Akira reached behind him to brush his fingers over the handle of the large butt plug that was buried in his ass. 

Before he had left, the man who’d welcomed him inside slammed him up against the door, yanked down his pants and roughly pushed it inside. His swollen, abused ass swallowed it up greedily. If he had still been able to cum, he would’ve done it right then and there. 

Leaning down to bring his lips close to Akira’s ear, the man nipped at the shell, pulling a whimpering moan out of Akira, and had said, “Keep that in all day. When you come back tonight, we’ll give you a really nice reward for being an obedient hole. Got it?”

Akira had moaned out a breathy yes. With that, the man had helped him get straightened up, gave his ass a hard slap and sent him on his way. Akira let out a shaky breath. He stepped into the shower, flinching when the ice cold water struck against his body. Bracing his hands on the shower wall, he let the water fall onto him, chasing away the remaining heat. He hadn’t been planning on going back tonight. Between school, part time jobs and Mementos, he did need time to sleep, get homework done and hang out with friends so it wasn’t like he had the time to play around more…but even if there wasn’t a buttplug in his ass, he wouldn’t be able to withstand this gnawing, itching need. Cocks…cocks, he wanted even more cocks-! He wanted to be fucked even more-! Just getting through today was going to be torture. There was no doubt in his mind that when it came time to return to that shady bar, he was going to be starving, desperate for that tantalizing taste. 

Akira sighed, straightening up. He rolled his neck and shoulders. Just another thing he was going to have to learn to balance, he supposed. He sighed again – this really hadn’t been a good idea. He always got so easily addicted to this thrill, this pleasure. He was just going to have to be more careful this time around and ensure his addiction to cocks didn’t spill out into his everyday life. And hell, even if it did, he’d seen the way Ryuji, Mishima, Yusuke and a lot of other boys at school looked at him. Would be a lot more convenient to not have to go all the way to the Shinjuku district to get his fix. Akira pushed a hand through his wet hair. Something to consider…for now, though, he’d continue playing with his new dildos and see how things played out.