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pseudowho · 1 month

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Daylight Robbery

Gojo Satoru likes when other men stare at what they can't have...but maybe he's underestimated Nanami Kento.

Warnings: 18+, cucking, I actually like Gojo so please don't misunderstand me 👀

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When a cuckoo visits a nest, he brings a most precious treasure, places it amongst others like it (but not exactly like it), and leaves.

And this is, of course, the most crucial point; for he does leave, and takes nothing with him.

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"Oi! Nanamin. I've got a favour to ask."

Nanami Kento stood, abruptly, looking at his watch and flapping his newspaper shut-- "My, my. Just look at the time."

"Don't be that way-- Nanamin, come back-- it's about my girl."

Nanami stopped, his hand upon the door handle. Gojo's smirk grew fast, grinning wolfishly, a squirm of possessive pleasure unfurling in his belly and his cock.

"Thought that might stop you...yeah, I've seen you looking. Can't have her though, right? My girl."

Of course, he had looked, at first, Nanami thought, his fingers on the handle. He had looked upon you, in all of your finery-- those glittering smiles, the rubies upon your lips, the marble-carved touches, so deliberately and exquisitely formed. Only after your heart and the life of you, had granted you animation, had Nanami then watched, now art in motion, art with a story.

"You can have her. If you want."

Nanami maintained his composure. Barely. He turned to face Gojo, stern and impassive.

"For one night, and one night only."

Ah. I see. You would like that, wouldn't you.

"And I get to watch. What do you say?"

A dozen questions flew through Nanami's mind, and none of them for Gojo. Nanami's cock twitched now, despite himself, calculating on bated breath.

"Sure. I'd like that. Tonight? Tell her to wear something...comfortable."

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You'd only have said yes to Satoru, for the other guy to be him.

As he stepped into Satoru's bedroom, gracing you with a gentle, reassuring smile, you softened, feeling so exposed and foolish in your lingerie. You glanced over at Satoru, barely lit in the dark, fingers on his temples with one pinched between his teeth, the other hand grazing lightly over his already hardening cock.

Nanami stepped over to you, sat on the bed and looking up at him with the tiniest glint of fear. His hand reached out, strong and soft, and cupped your jaw, brushing a thumb over your lips.

"I thought I said something comfortable," he chided without malice. Your lips parted just-so under his thumb, the briefest flick of your eyes towards Satoru, a half-hearted shrug and an awkward smile. Nanami snorted, derisive.

"I understand you," he purred, leaning down to you, both hands cupping your face as he whispered against your ear, "remember...you're in charge, darling, and I am entirely at your disposal."

"Nanami...I-- I don't know...where to start." Kento hummed, nodding, his thumb moving to stroke your cheek. Despite his outward self-control, your face was directly in front of his groin, and you could see a bulge, huge and heavy, under his tan trousers.

"Kento," he insisted, "please. After all...if I treat you as well as you deserve...it's my name you'll be crying out tonight. Not your boyfriend's."

Satoru shuddered in the chair in the corner, smirking, a hushed clink as he undid his belt, reaching down to hook his long, pale, pink-tipped cock free of its restraints. His hand reached down to cup his balls, rolling and fondling them in his palm, until beads of pre-cum began to dribble onto the neat white hair leading down his belly.

"F-Fiancé," you corrected, captivated as Kento's arms moved to bracket you, nosing at your neck, the shell of your ear, hips nudging you up the bed until you settled, feather-light, on sinking pillows. Kento huffed lightly.

"Yes. My apologies. Your fiancé." You were splayed beneath him, helpless as a kitten. Satoru was tall, and big, but...nothing like this bronze Adonis above you. Broad and mountainous, Kento's shoulders rolled, his breathing getting heavier, whiskey-brown eyes drunk on you. It was just he and you in the room, you were sure. And you felt so...safe.

"Well, then," Kento hummed, one hand reaching under your back to unclasp your bra, deft and dexterous, "I'm going to treat you like it's your very first time. Please, tell me if you want me to stop."

"Don't." You urged, swallowing a sigh of relief as your corseting bra unclasped, "Don't stop," and Kento's eyes smiled at you.

"Is that better?" He whispered, kissing your forehead with such tenderness, you could have wept. Kento felt the way you pressed up against him, thrilled, roiling with such righteous rage at your misuse.

If Satoru had not been so captivated by the way Kento trembled with restraint above you, at the way your nipples pebbled as your bra was pulled softly from your body, he would have felt the fine thread of uncertainty that ran through him, as Kento treated you like spun sugar.

Used to dulling himself, Satoru gripped his cock, sighing and cursing as he stroked himself slowly, reaching to the table beside him to grab a bottle of lube, pumping it over his twitching cockhead.

Hearing the little wet sucks of Satoru's hand, masturbating himself with practiced strokes, your head tipped to watch him, teeth gritted and hungry as he watched you graze your hands over Kento's thick, corded biceps.

"Get on with it, Nanami," Satoru sniped, "or do you not know what you're doing with a girl like her? Scared I've ruined her for you?"

You blushed, moving an arm up to cover your face, as Satoru teased you both. Kento shushed you, removing your arm, pressing a kiss to your inner wrist before plaiting his fingers with yours, calm, confident and ungoadable.

"She's a rare gem, it's true," Kento answered, more to you than to Satoru, "and certainly not one that could be ruined by something so...insignificant." You felt a hot appreciative surge in your belly, so overwhelmed by the want in Kento's eyes, by his advocacy of you. His thumb was brushing over your lip again, eyes flicking between your mouth, and looking deeply into the heart of you.

"I'd kiss you," Kento whispered, "but only if you wanted me t--"

All at once, you grabbed Kento by the tie, pressing your lips to his, your first drink after a month of summer, tangling your fingers into his blond hair. Kento grunted against your mouth, pressing his body down onto yours, letting you lead the kiss, but guiding you into unexplored waters. You waded through them, calm, exotic and unfamiliar.

Kento kissed you with all the warmth and precision he had promised. Each time you tried to push the kiss further, he held you warmly back, controlling your desperate haste for your own sake. He pulled away from your mouth, a fine string of spit connecting you, and you seared at his refusal to use you, your breasts untouched, pussy untouched, so virtuous. Kento's mouth sucked at your neck, leaving his mark, subtle and inconspicuous, as he spoke to you.

"Would you like to undress me?" He offered, your hand still clutching his tie. You felt like you'd been given a gift to unwrap.

"Yes," you pleaded, body thrumming with the need for his skin on yours, "god yes, I--I'd love it. I love--...yes. Please."

"Good girl."

Kento continued to lap at your skin, his hands now ghosting over your hips, the soft plush of your belly, the dimpling in your thighs. Your hands shook, never thinking for a second that you could be edged by something as simple as removing Kento's tie, unbuttoning his shirt; simplicity made erotic. By the time you had pushed his shirt off his shoulders, caught on his brown leather harness, your irritatingly stringy underwear felt tight, wet and clingy with your own arousal.

"How wet are you, baby? D'you think he can fuck you as well as me, hmm?" You jumped at Satoru's voice from the corner. Hesitating to answer, unsure if Satoru would like what he heard, you chose silence, whimpering softly as Kento's tongue moved over your breasts, achingly close to your sensitive peaks. Satoru's breathing came ragged, watching another man devour you, just so he could wrench you away after...his hand gripped the base of his cock, twitching and wet, gasping with the effort to not spend himself all over his belly.

Your fingertips ghosted over Kento's harness, thoughtful. Just as Kento was about to graze his lips over your plump nipple, he stopped.

"You like it? My harness?" He chuckled, his hand rising to brush over yours, still fingering the brown leather. You bit your lip, nodding. Kento understood fully; in moments, he had stripped his shirt, replacing the harness only. You almost melted at the sight of him above you, buckling the harness over the front of his pecs, his own nipples being grazed by the tight leather press.

Kento watched you shudder, taking your hand, stroking it over the leather, down his belly towards his belt, feeling the veins of his V-line tracking down to his cock. Your mouth watered, and Kento shivered as your fingers tickled just beneath his belt.

Not breaking eye contact, Kento lowered his mouth back to your breasts, resuming as he pulled your nipple into his mouth, moaning around you at the sweet yielding softness. His tongue traced you so gently-- too gently, for the relief you needed.

"Harder-- please, Ken..." Kento acquiesced, ever your servant, as he drew your nipple deeply, the pleasure tangy and sharp as your nipple grazed the roof of his mouth, his thick fingers kneading and rolling your other breast. Your hips bucked up against nothing, and you whimpered in despair, no longer used to such ceaselessly tender foreplay. Your hands tangled in his hair, trying to push his head down your body, and Kento mumbled, voice husky and rumbling against your spit-wet nipple.

"Where do you want my mouth?" Before you could answer, Satoru interrupted, his voice low and feverish, working at his balls again with one lube-wet hand, flicking at his own nipples beneath his white undershirt.

"Eat her out, Nanamin. I want to see how fast you can make her cum...or, if you even can." Kento smiled at you again, soft, not rising to the taunts, casting an embargo on the forced air of toxic masculine competition.

"Let me know...if it's too much," Kento offered, his mouth kissing down your belly. As he reached your underwear, all silky straps and ties, Kento paused, tongue grazing just above them.

"Do you like these?" He asked, sincere. You bit your lip, mortified at having been read like a book.

"No," you whispered into the back of your hand, too quiet for Satoru to hear, "not really."

Kento hummed. His strong hands gripped your underwear, snapping one side at a time. Satoru groaned at Kento's fractured restraint, his thighs and back prickling with the edge of his orgasm; "Oh fuck, baby...you see how bad he wants you? Shit. Gonna look so beautiful with his cock inside you...get on with it, Nanamin."

Kento knelt above you, removing the scrap of your underwear, tossing it aside to his shirt. He looked down at you in reverence, his fingertips grazing past the puffy lips of your pussy, to dip his fingers into your wetness, lubricating himself with you. As Kento brought two fingers back up to gently pinch your clit, rolling it between them, he sighed, whispering again at your mewls and cries.

"Beautiful...gorgeous. You take as long as you need."

Kento undid his belt, chest straining against his harness, abs and pecs twitching as he fingered you with devastating expertise. He had imagined you like this so many times, mathematic in his fantasies, calculating how he would orchestrate your divine undoing. His free hand undid his belt, lowering himself to his belly as he rucked off his trousers, boxers and socks, his desperately aching cock now sandwiched between his abs and the bedsheets.

When Kento removed his fingers from your clit, you shot up on your elbows to look down at him with a cry of remand. Your breath caught at Kento gazing at your slick on his fingers, dipping them into his mouth, long pink tongue licking them clean and shivering at your taste.

Satoru's head pressed back against the chair, arching into his hand with a breathless laugh; "Doesn't she taste good, Nanamin? Don't worry...I'll finish her off, if you can't get her there." Satoru didn't know how much longer he could keep going, his cockhead a deep, angry pink, balls tight and full from almost spilling into his hand so many times, determined to outlast Kento. The thrill of the chase consumed him in holy fire.

Kento's eyes twinkled at you, unflappable, chuckling at how you bit your lip down at him, embarrassed by him tasting you with such enthusiasm. He chuckled as you covered your eyes again, nuzzling your inner thigh as you giggled, sharing a moment of companionable silliness. Kento broke it swiftly, dragging you out of your wall-breaking moment, by nuzzling his nose between your folds, and you gasped, moaning, high and long.

Kento had built you up with such precision, that by the time the tip of his tongue slid between your folds, flicking from side to side to part them and lay claim to your neglected bud, you came with a jolted cry, one hand clutching the pillow behind your head, the other entwined in his hair, pressing his face down into your bucking sex.

"--oh fuck-- shit, baby, are you serious? For Nanamin, huh? Fff--fuck-- so fucking beautiful." Satoru was shaking now, competitive bile rising in his throat, sorely tempted to throw Kento off of you, jealously coveting you in a way he hadn't earlier.

Satoru yanked his balls away from the base of his cock with a stilted growl, gripping himself, staving his orgasm away. He wouldn't waste a single drop of his seed until he could throw Kento out, and show you how a real man could fuck you. Kento knew the rules; he could not stay after to watch, and he could not spend his seed inside you. That privilege was Satoru's alone. Satoru ripped his blindfold off with a hiss, tossing it aside, staring into you and Kento and seeing you both in his own unique completion.

Kento wrapped his forearms around you, looped over the top of your thighs, licking you softly down from one orgasm, nuzzling you until you trembled, before lapping you back into his lips, and beginning to build you again, delicate, piece by piece.

"Kentooo-ooooo...aaahhhhh--put your--put your tongue in me-- please please pleas--"

Satoru almost ejaculated untouched, hearing you beg and twist under Kento's hungry tongue. He could see Kento's euphoria from your taste and twitches beneath his tongue. He could see the way Kento subtly fucked himself against the sheets, denying himself, and looking so cool about it, but still undeniably just a man.

"Shit-- baby-- see the way Nanamin's fucking our bed, huh?...fuck, why wouldn't he-- taste so fucking good, should we even let him fuck you, hmm?"

As lights and stars fell in your vision, rutting your clit against Kento's nose, his tongue licking as deeply as he could penetrate inside your cunt, you wondered faintly, that Kento was not fucking you, but making love to you instead. You felt wholly possessed, worshipped.

With Kento at your altar, you revelled, divine and cumming over, and over, and over, lost in some blissful fever-dream. Time lost meaning as he made you fluid beneath him.

Satoru moved to stand, and, still with his face between your legs, guiding you down from another orgasm, Kento raised one impeding just-a-moment finger to Satoru. Satoru's breaths were ragged, and he released his grip on the arm of the chair, moaning weak little moans as his aching cock sat, sore and in desperate need of something softer than his own hand.

Kento kissed his way back up to your mouth, face cupped, swiping the tears from your lashes with his thumbs.

"What do you think?" He whispered, teeth nipping at your tilted throat as you panted and shivered beneath his touch, "Can I give you what you want, goddess?" You nodded, short and incoordinate, and Kento could have burst with covetous pride to feel you hook your legs up and around his back, urging him, inviting him in.

Kento growled, feeling his leaking tip ghost the puffy tight wetness of your entrance. His breath caught in his chest, pins and needles all over his hips and cock as he bit back his orgasm, his brain fighting him with the image of you with his seed dripping all over your folds.

"Like it's your first time," Kento repeated, dipping his thumb over your tongue, groaning in approval as you sucked it, doe-eyed and supple and desperate to taste him, "I'll be gentle...I promise." You shivered, born anew as he began to press his cockhead inside you, both of you balanced on a knife's edge.

Satoru could have wept; your insistence on Kento taking you in missionary, of all positions, shielded you from his view, Kento's cock about to penetrate you behind the plush of your thighs.

"Stop," Satoru ordered, voice rasping, dry, clipped, "I'm here to watch, and you're here to do as you're fucking told, Nanami."

Nanami caught how your face twisted in frustration, anger at having been interrupted. He rose one hand to plait with yours again, licking your jaw as he stroked his cockhead between your folds, teasing your clit, shivering as he slyly encouraged you to give him a pussyjob. You mewled, feeling a hot dribble of pre-cum over your clit, dripping down towards your entrance.

"I only follow one person's orders here, Gojo," Kento rumbled, pressing his slit over your hard little bud, wiggling them together with a hiss so your most sensitive spots slipped together as puzzle pieces for a moment. You felt yourself, shaking like a leaf, feeling such copious amounts of Kento's arousal seep out around the seal his slit had made over your bud. You felt dizzy, clutching Kento's beautiful, clenching arms.

The centre of your world focused so entirely on Kento, you had placed yourself into the palm of his hand, aching for him to control you in a way that was so thoroughly in defence of you.

"Besides," Kento said, pressing his cock deeper now, husky as he felt your tight, gummy walls suck him in, "you should watch her face instead of her pussy...it's the best part."

Satoru whimpered, moaning as he fucked up into his own fist, lube splattered onto his groin, white hair wet with fluids; all for the look on your face as Kento bottomed out, thick and long and filling you with his oozing perfection. Your jaw fell slack, eyes dewy as you drank in Kento's muscular form, still bound by his brown harness. You sobbed with relief at the blissful stretch of his cock within you.

"So good...not too big for you, sweetheart? So brave...move yourself around my cock when you're ready."

You gripped Kento close, your arm round his chest and gripping his harness from the back, face buried into his chest. Your sob of relief at having been filled, threatened to grow into full tears at the exquisite beauty of being possessed with no selfishness. Kento felt you, one enormous hand tangled in the back of your head, the other leaning above you, intertwined with your free hand.

Kento was stock still, mumbling into your hair, kissing your ear, as you rolled your hips upwards, sweeping your slick pussy up and down his length, fucking him as he caged you in. Kento cursed, sweating and groaning, the leather of his harness creaking as his chest strained against it. His brow furrowed, and he cupped your hip in one hand, guiding you to keep sliding your pussy around his throbbing cock, rutting deeply down into you to meet your thrusts.

Hearing your gorgeous little mewls at Kento's blunt cockhead kissing your cervix was Satoru's last straw. His hand stuttered around his cock as he threw his head back, his orgasm hurtling over him with force.

"--agghh shit-- no more, I can't-- fuck you Nanami, you piece of--piece of shit--" Satoru's seed spattered over his belly, dripping down his hand, cock and balls as he groaned, interrupted by breathless, fractured gasps. He watched Kento's hips pick up pace, and watched as you pressed your forehead to his, all honey-rich and sweat as you panted into each other.

Kento couldn't have cared less about Satoru's jealous spitting, for he was wholly possessed by a primal urge to take you, and make you his. He kissed into your belly with his cock, gasping, feeling your walls clench around him, milking so much pre-cum from him that he shook, hot and thirsty, grunting against your clamouring lips.

Kento locked your ankles behind the small of his back, tipping your hips back into a press, pushing you past your pussy's limit to take any more of him. He rutted into you hard, barely pulling back, bullying your spongy walls with savage attentions, fully feral.

"--come on, girl--such a good girl, gonna--ahhh fuck gonna--hold--hold onto me--"

Taking full advantage of Satoru's dopey post-orgasm laxness, Kento pushed himself past the point of no return, loving you greedily and with no intention to share. Kento felt his balls tighten up, his seed loaded and ready to spill.

Satoru realised a moment too late; "--Nanami--pull out--don't you fucking dare--"

Kento came with a bark, feeling his cum start to pulse into you in long, thick spurts. Satoru darted forwards, still messy with his own cum, still half-dazed. Kento slung out an arm, his fingers fixing round Satoru's throat as he grunted, deep husky moans as he continued to spurt inside you, Kento's face the picture of serenity and rage.

Fingers gripped tight around Satoru who stood, teeth bared and considering murder, Kento came down from his high, panting, still rutting lazily into you. You lay, euphoric and full of thick cum, so sticky that it coated your inner walls, clinging to your slick pussy, barely leaking out as Kento pulled out.

"Sorry," Kento huffed, voice uncharacteristically light, "not sure...what came over me. You know what it's like, Gojo."

Kento released Satoru, reaching down to swipe your hair from your eyes, his own amber and affectionate; "Want me to run you a bath?"

You laughed softly, trying to cover your blushes. Satoru gripped Kento by the shoulder, throwing him back. Kento stepped smoothly into it, still looking longingly into you like Satoru was less than the most fleeting of irritations.

"Shut the fuck up, Nanami. Get out."

Satoru climbed over you, pressing you back onto the bed. Feeling his once familiar, adored body and kisses felt so curiously alien. As if you had been overwritten by something so much...more.

Satoru mumbled sweet nothings into your throat, restraining and possessive, as he lined his cock up with your entrance. A core instinctive knowing took control, and you closed your legs with an odd finality.

As Kento did up his last button, you looked to him as his eyes caught yours, fire burning within. He stepped away with a gracious nod, and with the click of the door, your stomach fell.

For Kento had left something behind, blooming within you, and took a part of you with him, pocketing something which you would surely be obliged to follow.

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It took Satoru many years to accept his own mistake. He did not accept it, when you told him you were leaving him. He did not accept it, when Nanami opened his doors to you and your suitcases, in the wee small hours of the night. He did not accept it as he watched you bloom, belly round and full with Nanami's growing seed, Nanami's hand overlaying yours, holding you and your baby. He did not accept it as he saw something between you and Nanami, that he had never felt between himself and you.

His mistake, was that Nanami Kento would not partake in cuckolding.

For Nanami Kento was not a cuckoo at all, but a thief, of the highest calibre.

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onismdaydream · 2 months

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sigh.... i think gojo loves being cucked...

he especially loves when his pretty girlfriend brings home one of his friends... finds it so hot to see you get fucked by somebody else as he has a hand wrapped around his cock, his tip leaking an embarrassing amount of precum. but he doesn't seem to notice, too busy watching suguru bury his face in your pussy with your hand slapped over your mouth and eyes screwed shut, or kento pushing you into a mating press as you beg for his cum, or shoko mounting you with her strap and you arching oh so prettily. he always cums so pathetically fast, always reaching his peak far before whoever fucking you does. but it's okay, because he'll get hard again when you make eye contact with him and moan out their name.

#um. yeah..... i have normal thoughts about this man (lying)#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #tw cucking #perce.doc #.jjkai

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mhathotfic · 3 months

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I was writing something else but this thought popped up in my head and won’t leave me alone so here’s a short piece, maybe I’ll revisit it later if y’all enjoyed it.

Warnings: hybrid au, cheating/cucking, reader is unremorseful about it, afab reader with she/her pronouns, ends in a mmf threesome

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader (+ cuck boyfriend who I didn’t name but was totally thinking of Midoriya)

She thinks you’re supposed to feel ashamed. “I love you” means something, it’s like a promise to some. A promise you’ll stay faithful and committed. So she doesn’t think it should be so easy for her to go behind her boyfriend’s back in his own bed like this.

But fuck, did it feel good.

Maybe it makes her a bitch, but she really doesn’t care. He shouldn’t have gotten the large dog hybrid with consulting her and he should have done a better job of checking his temperament and attitude before bringing him home.

It’s really not her fault if Katsuki is a domineering type who made his desires known the minute they were alone together.

And he’s always out of town for business, leaving his poor girlfriend and her needy little pussy all alone with a big strong man who wanted her.

What was she supposed to do? Not let him fuck her until she was leaking cum?

Maybe she should be more mindful of the time though. Her boyfriend was meant to be home soon, they didn’t have time to fuck before he arrived. So she should have said no when Katsu started grabbing at her in that needy manner.

Should have told him they didn’t have time, but she didn’t.

She should have been ashamed to be caught by the man standing numbly in the doorway. Watching with a slack jaw as his hybrid fucked his girlfriend.

He should be furious, but he found himself curiously aroused by how well she took such rough treatment.

The blond’s hand holding her down by the back of her neck while the other snaked its way under her to play with her clit. He’s growling at her to take his knot and with that dazed and eager smile she has it’s certainly not the first time she’s felt buried in her cunt.

He swallows trying to find the words he wants to say.

‘How could you’?

‘How long’?

‘What the hell’?

“A-are you going to cum? Is he going to make you cum?” isn’t what he expected to come out, but he can’t seem to find it in him to wonder about why as he watches her squirm and squeal out a whiny yes as Katsuki finally pushed his knot in.

He should be devastated, but he finds it hard to be when his girlfriend happily takes him into her mouth and lets him watch round two

#katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader smut #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader smut #bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader smut #katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader smut #tw hybrid au #tw cheating #tw cucking

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prettybabybaby · 1 year

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¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: fiance's brother!regulus, fem!reader, side of fiance!sirius, cuckolding (i guess.)

¡ marauders masterlist !

regulus tries to conceal the shiver that races up his back, baring his teeth from his spot buried into the vibrating crevice of your neck. you're so tight around him that he pauses, pubic hair tangled with yours and chests heaving against each other in sync.

"get off of her, regulus," sirius grits, seated feet away from the tangled bodies of his betrothed and his little brother. he places a hand atop regulus' flexing shoulder, pushing angrily.

regulus whips his head around, glaring at his brother, breathing against your jaw as you wiggle under him, "get off?" he tsks, "no, i don't think she'd like that very much. would you, darling?" you whine pathetically when he rolls his hips, reaching up to claw at his back, fingers brushing against sirius'.

regulus grips your jaw, leaning in to rub his nose against your cheek, "hm?"

he slows his thrusts, pulling away from you enough to view himself disappearing into you. his fingers slither down your body, trailing the valley between your breasts to your pussy with a gentle touch. you shiver, arching your back as he slits your lips open, angling his hand to rub soft circles into your throbbing nub. "look at how wet she is," he says, thrusting sharply to hear the lewd squelch of your pussy. "such a precious girl, isn't she?"

he pulls out almost entirely, sinking back into your heat slowly, leaving you squirming and lifting your hips to meet his. a high rumbling noise meets his ear as you hug him closer, holding his face into your chest. "do you hear her purring for me, sirius?" regulus taunts, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your heaving chest. "i bet you've never felt this good, have you? he just can't fuck you properly."

sirius pushes against his brother harder, knocking him onto his side. you cry out, "that's enough, regulus. you're vile," sirius seethes, venom in his voice. "immoral."

regulus scoffs, flopping onto his back. his damp curls fall around his warm face, cheeks burning a bright pink as he chuckles, reaching down to pump at his aching, wet cock, "am i?"

sirius fumes at his tone but his next insult dies on his tongue when regulus pats his lap with his free hand, signaling you to climb on top of him. he looks at you wordlessly, disbelief all over his face as you refuse to meet his eyes, claiming your spot on regulus. you sink down slowly and your head lolls back as he fills you fully.

regulus groans, "good girl, darling. good fucking girl." he laughs breathily as you grind your hips, whimpering in desperation. he thrusts upwards, causing you to yelp as he ruts into you, griping the dip of your waist, digging his fingertips into the soft flesh.

the crevices and dips of the milky skin of his lean chest fill with salty sweat that sparkles under the light of the moon. his arms flex and the muscles of his neck tense as he tries to control his breathing, letting only deep grunts and groans mingle with the noises of you falling apart above him.

"tell him how i fuck you so well," he murmurs, trailing one of his hands up your arm until it reaches your throat, gently squeezing the side. you close your eyes, breaking the intense eye contact between you and regulus. you shake your head, cinching your brows together as he thrusts harder, faster.

sirius is still speechless, stare flickering from you to his brother. he feels his hand twitch again, aching to push you away from each other, feelings of betrayal, disgust, and disappointment circling in his mind as they had once before.

"open your eyes," regulus grits, pinching your cheeks together and angling your face towards sirius. you reluctantly obey, blinking away the tears that begin to fill your waterline as you stare into his eyes filled with conflicting emotion. "tell him."

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dadsperm · 10 months

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𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞

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big brother!seishiro nagi x f!reader x reo mikage

1288 words. f!reader

content warnings: incest (full) - dubcon - threesome - fingering - praise - good girl - slight cucking - power dynamics - slight edging

all characters aged up btw

"You're a pretty sick guy, Nagi, you know that?" Reo laughed idly as he watched your big brother towering above your frightened form. Your eyes moved between the two older men in front of you, unable to believe what was about to happen.

You've always had a thing for Reo. He's cute, he's rich, and the way he's looking to devour you in this moment makes your heart race. Your eyes are fixated on him as the hair he's consistently attempting to keep tucked behind his ear keeps falling in front of his eyes.

A gasp leaves you as Nagi pinches your cheeks and forces you to look at him. His brown eyes staring daggers into your, it's like he's examining how you could even have the audacity to look at a man who isn't him.

"She's my little sister. I'm meant to protect her, isn't that right?" he speaks without shifting his gaze for even a second. You nod, obediently, earning a smile from him. "It's my job to look after you... so I think it's my right to break in your little pussy."

"M-My pussy?" you stutter. You gasp once again as he forces your legs to spread. He flips up your skirt and presses your chest hard enough that your back connects with his unmade bed. You shudder as you feel a slender finger run up the line of your slit. Your soaking panties become stickier with each second his digit is pressed against you.

"Yeah... pretty pussy, baby. Virgins always get wet so easily... 'n your even wetter because you're excited for your nii-san to fuck you. Mmm..." he groans, still teasing your panty-clad folds as he begins to palm at his cock.

You whimper, and he catches the way you glance at Reo like he's your saviour. Like you're begging him to understand you've never done this before, let alone with your brother, and you're oh so worried. Nagi moves the gusset of your panties into the crease of your thigh, baring your petalled flesh to himself and Reo.

"Woah..." Reo speaks. He turns into a blushing mess as he can't tear himself away from the sight between your legs.

"Never seen a cunt before, Reo?" Nagi asks, a single finger circling your sticky clit before he ease it into your tight heat. "Don't tell me you're a virgin, too." he laughs, shallowly.

Reo clears his throat, his eyes finding yours as he searches for your reactions to the pleasure like an addict. The way your face winces at the single finger intrusion couldn't have ended in any other result besides from him being rock hard. His cock straining against his jeans. He's losing his resolve, knowing he'll need to touch himself soon to alleviate the tension.

"No, I- I have- just never seen one that pretty..." he explains.

His response results in Nagi donning a fake pout, before laughing once more.

"You hear that, baby? Prettiest pussy Reo's ever seen... shit, I have to agree." he explains. He wastes no time forcing a second finger inside of you, pumping and scissoring them inside of you to stretch you out. "I'm gonna make you cum nice 'n hard, like a good big brother should. Because your nii-san has a big cock, y'know? It'll be easier to take after you cum."

"I- I-" you speak, a few tears rolling down your face as you try and find the words to say through the concotion of blinding pleasure with an agonising sting.

"Mm... you always look so pretty when you cry."

"Don't think we should be doin' this... Sei... i-it's wrong..." you sniffle, knuckles turning white as you grip onto the bedsheets beneath.

All he can do is tut as he watches you take his fingers like such a good girl. He curls them against your sweet spot, forcing you to throw your head back. He uses his free hand to swipe his fingers over your clit, and at the same time Reo has finally freed himself from his confines. His cock in his hand as he cant resist but to pleasure himself as you fight with the morality of being pleasured by your brother.

"This is exactly what little sisters are made for, sweetheart." Nagi assures you. "Made for nii-san's to fill up like good little girls. You're mine. 'N if you're a really good girl, you'll let nii-san and his friends touch you and fuck you whenever we want."

"Mmpf..." Reo moans, stroking himself up to a climax. Hearing the way Nagi speaks to you like you're nothing more than a plaything seems to be a sexual awakening for Reo.

As beautiful as you are, as gorgeous as your moans are, as pretty as your pussy is.

You're just Nagi's property.

"A-Am I a good girl? A good sister... f'you?" you ask him with pleading eyes.

He smirks, fingering you more as your tears continue to flow.

"Do you want to be? Wanna be our good girl?" he asks, his head tilting in Reo's direction to include him in the conversation. "Do you think what nii-san is doing is wrong? Or do you want to cum all over his fingers?"

"I think she wants to cum." Reo intervenes.

"I think so too. I think my sweet, baby sister wanted to sound like a good girl by saying this is wrong. But you're so close, aren't you? Naughty girl about to make a mess of her brothers fingers."

"N-No..." you sniffle. "Wanna be good... please." you sob, voice sticking in your throat as you can't bear to say anymore.

"The only good thing you can do right now is what we tell you. So, go on... cum all over nii-san's fingers."

And with that final, strict command, your hips are rolling against his fingers as you try to chase your high. You can't believe this is happening. The absolute astonishing pleasure you're becoming dizzy over due to your big brothers ministrations. All the while your crush is watching with so much lust in his eyes, you think he might cum along with you. His face is becoming sweatier, his fist turning to a blur as he works himself faster.

"I- I love you!" you call out, pearlescent cream coating Nagi's fingers as you continue to experience bliss. His fingers don't stop, and your words are just more encouragement to drag every last aftershock out of you.

You aren't even sure who you were talking to in that moment. To Reo? Your brother? Hell, it might have even just been the feeling of cumming. After it's all said and done, and Nagi still won't give you a moment of reprieve, you can't help but stare at Reo once again. You want to see him cum, you aren't sure why, you just feel that it might be close to art when he does.

"Stop it." Nagi commands as he looks over to Reo.

"C-Can't..." Reo explains, his fist still going as he stares at you. He's chasing the feeling you've just experienced, he wants to be in that blissful release with you. He can't stop... he can't... he-

Nagi grabs his wrist and moves his hand away.

"I invited you hear to enjoy my sister's pretty pussy. Have some respect for her. You can jerk yourself off any time, if you blow this opportunity, I won't be kind enough to let you have another."

Reo grunts practically choking out sobs as he's had his ecstacy robbed from him. He takes a few deep breaths, looking at you briefly before looking at Nagi again. He nods, agreeing with his words, the pair of them looking at you again.

"Alright, sweet girl. Nii-san's going to fuck you now."

©𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌

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heich0e · 2 years

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"What's on your mind tonight? You seem distracted."

Sakusa is close to your ear when he speaks, and you're unprepared for the sudden feeling of his warm breath ghosting against your cheek. You can't help but shiver at the sound and sensation, leaning unconsciously closer to him and the low tremor of his voice. He chuckles at your reaction, finding it sweet, and noses gently at your temple in a rare (though still tastefully restrained) show of affection.

"Are you not having a good time? Would you like to leave?"

You shake your head a little, lifting your glass of champagne to your lips. It's far from your first drink of the evening, as the gala is anything but in short supply, and your cheeks have felt warm for at least the past hour as you stood beside Kiyoomi while he and his fellow v-league players mixed and mingled with other athletes and industry professionals. Sakusa Kiyoomi isn't really one for mingling, much to the surprise of no one, so it's mostly been quiet save for the few brave individuals willing to approach him, or the occasional greeting of his friends.

Your partner's hand settles on the curve of your waist, pulling you a little close to him as his lips brush the shell of your ear.

"Then what's got you so quiet?"

You swallow, dropping your gaze. Even in spite of all you've had to drink your mouth feels a little dry when you do finally speak, though your voice is kept soft.

"Ushijima-san is... quite handsome, isn't he?"

Kiyoomi takes pause at your words, and you only notice that his breath hitches because of how close he is to you. A long breath is lost to your hair when he finally exhales, holding you a little bit tighter than he had been before.

"He is."

You hum, pleased with the man's agreement.

"I've never noticed it before," you continue, letting your eyes shamelessly find Ushijima Wakatoshi's imposing figure on the other side of the room once more--as they have been for most of the night. You trace the lines of his crisp, expensive suit with your gaze, appreciating the way the deep blue compliments his skin tone. His hair is combed neatly, his shoulders back and broad. He doesn't smile as he speaks to the group of men in front of him, and if you didn't know him you might even think his expression severe. "He's just so... big."

Kiyoomi mumbles another little sound of concurrence, his face properly nuzzling against your temple now. His cheek feels warm against yours, and you wonder if he's blushing.

"What do you think, Kiyoomi?"

Your partner nearly whines as you push him for a more detailed response, his hips pressing against yours a little more firmly as he curls himself into your side. To any other party-goer, the two of you would look like lovers in conversation, albeit possibly a little intimate. But only you can feel the unmistakable press of Kiyoomi's cock against your side as he shifts his hips into you.

"I think you're teasing me," he murmurs, low and strained.

Your lips quirk. "I might be, but only a little."

"Wakatoshi-san and I have known each other for a long time. I respect him a great deal," Kiyoomi says, a shuddering breath echoing in your ear as he ruts slowly against you as to not draw unwanted attention to the movement. "He's an incredible athlete."

"He's sexy."

Kiyoomi makes a pained sound in the back of his throat.

He grabs your hips with both hands, his grip tight enough to bruise.

"Enough," he says, his voice stern and tight, withdrawing slightly from your frame to fix you in an insistent stare.

His cheeks are flushed all the way to the tips of his ears, and his eyes are burning just as furiously.

Kiyoomi also looks handsome tonight--though there's never been a day in all the time that you've known him where you didn't think that to be true. His suit is a deep charcoal, with a black turtleneck beneath it in favour of a shirt and tie.

His mask is tucked into the breast pocket of his suit, peeking out against the material, and he fishes it out with one long finger to pull it up over his nose. He looks at you, his expression harder to read now that the bottom half of his face has been concealed--but you know Kiyoomi well enough to read everything you need to in his gaze.

"Go up to our room," he says, slipping you the keycard to your suite a few floors overhead in the upscale Tokyo hotel that the V-League had chosen for the evening's charity event. You tuck it in away into the clutch in your hand.

"Will you be joining me?" you ask Kiyoomi airily, tipping your champagne flute back to drain it, all without breaking your stare.

His hand flexes and unflexes at his side, the band on his ring finger glinting in the low light of the venue, like he's resisting the instinct to grab you with both hands--prying eyes be damned.

"Yes," he hisses, and you can tell his jaw is clenched even beneath the mask--his non-existent patience wavering.

You nod, setting your empty glass down on a nearby table. You run your tongue along your lips to catch any lingering drops of effervescent wine, and then lean in to press a fleeting kiss to your husband's cheek in parting.

You hesitate just before pulling away.

"Be sure to tell Wakatoshi not to keep me waiting."

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hayakawasb1tch · 11 months

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Sugar and Spice

Description: Time has passed since your last encounter with Suguru, and all seems to be back to normal, much to your dismay. What will happen when Satoru finally brings Suguru back to his house?

TW: Reader is referred to as a girl, reader accidentally cuts her finger, daddy kink, alcohol intoxication

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO @icepopbucky23 for uttering the words sugar daddy gojo to me and @juicyT on Archive of Our Own for helping brainstorm ideas for this fic. And I can't say thank you enough to @zeninsama for coauthoring this fic with me. They went through and did so much editing and helped fix it up, this fic wouldn't be CLOSE to how good it is now without their help. Please go check them out!

Part One

Banner credit to: @benkeibear

The heat scorches your skin as you lay by the poolside, sipping lemonade from a little pink straw.

You'll be at Satoru's house all weekend, so you want to make good use of the amenities. It wasn't that your house was awful, Satoru made sure of that. You couldn't complain about a luxury apartment in the best part of town, but you much prefer his place. Not only did it have things like a pool and hot tub – it also included him. Well, for the most part.

He came home from his business trip extremely exhausted, so the two of you took it easy this past week. Each time you had sex was lazy, intimate. The only thing was, Satoru never mentioned what happened with Suguru while he was gone. It was getting to the point where you thought it must've all been a dream.

Did he forget? No, there's no way.

You thought about it each time you were home, the spicy scent of Suguru's cologne greeting you as you crawled into bed. You'd breathe in deeply and let it overwhelm your senses when you touched yourself, wishing your fingers could stretch you in the way you craved. Satoru was busy, leaving you to tend to your own needs. How cruel. Admittedly, you haven't washed your bed sheets since that night. You told yourself it was because you were lazy, but in reality, you were addicted to his scent.

Images of Suguru flashed through your mind as you touched yourself. You couldn't stop thinking about what Satoru said – about letting the two men take you. It made your mouth water and your head swirl.

The sound of the back door opening snaps you from your daydream. You perk up at the flash of bright white hair.

"Bunny?" Satoru calls out.

His gaze lands upon you sitting in the pool chair, wearing the cute pink bikini he bought you as a birthday gift. It leaves little to the imagination. He makes a mental note in the back of his mind to buy you more of those.

A squeal escapes your mouth as you hop up from the pool chair.

"Daddy!" You rush towards Satoru, pushing onto your toes to wrap your arms around his neck in a tight hug. "I missed you so much!"

As you rest your chin on his shoulder, you catch a glimpse of dark hair behind him that makes your stomach drop.

Suguru.

"We have a visitor, darling." Satoru says.

Your breath hitches, but you put on a brave face.

There's a moment of silence between the three of you. You're not certain how you should greet him after everything that happened. So you keep it simple and sweet.

"Hi, Suguru!"

You reach out and pull the other man into a hug, chest pressing flush into his. For a second, you swear you hear his breath catch in his throat at the proximity. No, you chide yourself, I'm probably just imagining it.

After hugging Suguru, you return to your rightful place beside Satoru. You wrap your arms around his arm, holding it close to your body.

"And to what do we owe this pleasure?" You bat your eyelashes up at the two men.

Suguru's eyes slowly make their way down to your chest, taking in every inch of exposed skin, his attention making your cheeks heat. It wasn't long ago that his hands wandered across your body, making you scream out.

You shake the images from your brain and redirect your attention to Satoru.

"We were just on our way to a meeting but I wanted to stop by and say hi to my favorite girl." Satoru says, leading the two of you inside.

You nod along and let go of Satoru, keeping your eyes on the men as you make your way to the kitchen to fix yourself a drink. The two start discussing work again and the words fly over your head. Sometimes you wish you could understand Satoru's work jargon, but that idea was quickly squashed. That's not what you're paid to do. No, you're paid for something else entirely.

Your eyes slowly wander over to Suguru as you slice up strawberries for your drink. He smiles and nods along with Satoru, occasionally laughing each time a joke was made. In your daze, your hand slips, the sharp blade of the knife slicing open your finger.

You yelp in pain as blood bubbles to the tip, eyes brimmed with tears. Both men immediately stop their conversation and look over to you.

"Y/N! Are you okay?" Satoru rushes to your side.

You look at him with teary eyes, your bottom lip trembling.

"Oh, sweetpea, let's get you bandaged up." Satoru guides you towards the bathroom by the small of your back, barely glancing over his shoulder as he tells-not-asks Suguru, "you don't mind cutting those up, right?"

You look over your shoulder as you walk, watching Suguru get up from the couch before you round the corner.

Water rushes over your finger, you hiss at the sting.

"What happened, bunny? Something distract you?" Satoru coos.

"No..." You trail off.

Satoru's eyes flick up to yours. You aren't quite looking at him, your eyes are glazed over and your mind still clearly swept up in whatever you've got floating around in there. The corner of his mouth quirks up.

Oh, I see.

He wraps a bandage around your finger and kisses your forehead.

"There. All better!" Satoru cheers.

You hold your injured finger close to your chest as Satoru leads you back to the kitchen. Your eyes met with Suguru's, a dull ache beginning to spread between your thighs. He finishes cutting the fruit and scoops the little pieces into your glass.

He steps back and looks at you while popping a strawberry into his mouth. He licks the fruit juice from his thumb as he passes you, your knees weak at the sight.

"Thank you, Sugu." You mumble.

The men resume their discussion as you continue fixing your drink, pouring the rest of the ingredients into your glass. You follow shortly after, sipping on your fruity little drink.

Satoru spreads his legs and opens his arms to accommodate you, still deep in conversation with Suguru. You settle onto his lap, resting your head on his shoulder and nuzzling into his neck. The sound of their voices, low and soft, begin to lull you, along with the way Satoru absently rubs your back.

A warm rush flushes through your body as the alcohol takes effect.

"Sweetheart?" Satoru pulls you from your thoughts.

You perk your head up obediently.

There's something about the look on his face, eyelids heavy and lips drawn in a lazy smirk.

"Why don't you give Suguru some love too? We don't want our guest feeling left out."

"Yes, daddy."

You sip the rest of your drink before scooting off Satoru's lap and ditching the glass on the coffee table.

Suguru's dark eyes watch as you clumsily make your way across the room and sit on his lap, warm and solid under your bare legs. The only thing separating the two of you is your thin bikini and his business attire. Your body tingles as Suguru places his warm hand on your bare thigh.

You rest your head against his shoulder, breathing deeply. You begin to feel sleepy against him, your head spinning. Maybe you put too much liquid courage in your drink.

Well, you were feeling sleepy.

Suguru adjusts his posture, causing his lap to shift. You feel something hard against your bottom. You whimper in response, once again interrupting their conversation.

"Is something wrong, bunny?" Satoru asks, eyebrow raised.

The words seemed to float over you. You hum in response and clutch Suguru's shirt, closing your eyes.

"I think she's feeling good." Satoru laughs.

You feel a rumble underneath you as Suguru laughs along.

"I think we should make Suguru feel good too, baby."

Curiously, you raise your head and look at Satoru. He held no animosity in his eyes. You look back at Suguru, eyes flitting towards his lips. Without another thought, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him close for a kiss.

His lips are warm and plush against yours. It's like you're starving for his touch, hungry for his kiss. The warmth spreads quickly over your body as you feel his tongue slide against your bottom lip.

You moan out as your lips part, grinding your ass against his groin. Satoru's gaze is sharp against your back. Your lips part for a breath and you look into Suguru's hazy eyes.

Satoru crosses one leg over the other, watching the two of you. To say he looked amused would be an understatement.

Your lips press against Suguru's once more, high on the feeling he gives you. Your ass grinds down harder against him, not caring about the show you were putting on for Satoru.

Satoru gets off the couch and waltzes over to you two. You pull back and look up at him, at the hunger filling his eyes. The pad of his thumb presses down on your swollen lower lip, baring your teeth.

"Will you stand up for me, baby?" Satoru asks, his eyes scanning your face.

You nod quickly, lifting off of Suguru's lap. He stands up after you, his hands finding purchase on your hips. You couldn't stop yourself from pulling Suguru's face down to you, immediately placing your lips to his once more.

You stand between the two men, their bodies warm and solid through the layers of clothing. Satoru presses against your back, his hands sliding down your body.

"Come on, bunny, let's get Suguru more comfortable," Satoru eggs on. His voice washes over your head, almost dreamlike, barely hearing his words through the soft smacking of your lips.

You pull away and lower your hands to the bottom of Suguru's shirt. Undoing each button takes a small eternity, but eventually you're met with his bare chest. You look up at him beneath your lashes.

Satoru's breath caresses the shell of your ear. He grabs your hand and guides it lower, pressing your palm against the growing tent in Suguru's slacks.

"Why don't you help Suguru with this, baby?"

You unfasten Suguru's pants with a shaky breath and watch as he steps out of them, his cock bobbing against his pelvis. A whimper escapes your throat. You forgot just how well-endowed he is.

The situation sobers you with each passing second. It's like the alcohol in your body slowly fizzles out, replaced by something new instead.

Satoru snaps you out of your thoughts, his warm fingers tickling your sides.

"Oh, bunny, you're burning up. Why don't we help you cool down?" Satoru whispers, fingers dragging around to your back.

One swift tug on the strings unties your bikini top, the back straps falling against your sides. He helps pull the top part over your head, leaving your chest entirely exposed.

He said it would help cool you down, but you were only getting hotter.

Suguru drops on his knees, face inches from your core. He looks up at you, lust gracing his features. His fingers dip into the waist of your bikini bottoms, helping you step out of them, now face-to-face with your dripping pussy.

Suguru let out a satisfied hum before easing one of your legs over his shoulder. You gasp at the feeling of his mouth latching onto you, and melt against Satoru's chest. He kisses and nips at your neck, leaving your skin aching for more.

"Is Suguru good with his mouth, bunny?" Satoru questions, his hands trailing up the plane of your stomach.

"G-good daddy. So good." You stutter out.

Suguru's tongue pokes and prods at your lower lips, teasing you. Your hips buck, desperately chasing his mouth. Satoru pinches and pulls at your nipple, only adding to the sparks of ecstasy. You moan out, riding Suguru's face and pulling his hair when you feel something touch your lips.

Satoru's fingers push against your lips, his pointer and middle finger requesting access. You part your mouth and run your tongue along the sides of his fingers, groaning at the taste of him.

"Pretty baby likes keeping her mouth full, isn't that right?" Satoru coos.

You whine around his fingers and nod your head. Sucking on them was a good distraction to keep you from cumming so quick. Suguru's hands rest on your thighs, then smooth around to your hips, helping grind you against his tongue.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your senses were overwhelmed, feeling Suguru's tongue and breath against you, and Satoru's fingers shoved so far down your throat your eyes began to water.

Suguru's tongue danced lower until he slipped it inside your hole, making you arch your back. You gripped onto Satoru's arms so tight you knew you would leave marks.

You weren't sure how Suguru was able to breathe with the way his face was buried between your thighs, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care. You were going to cum any second now, your high imminent.

Your leg tightens around his back as he works his tongue in and around you. Your legs go weak as you cum, moans muffled by Satoru's fingers. Drool drips past your lips and down your chin, coating Satoru's hand.

It feels like you're going to collapse any second. Suguru laps up your cum, making you squirm away from him. Satoru holds onto you tight, forcing you to take it.

Once Suguru is satisfied, he pulls away and licks his lips, a grin spreading across his face as he watches you come down from your high. His eyes meet Satoru's as he rises to his feet, like they're communicating with their minds. Shivers run down your spine as you wonder what they might be thinking about.

"Come on, bunny." Satoru's voice echoes.

You grab onto both men's hands as they lead you to Satoru's bedroom.

The dim light sets an erotic atmosphere for the three of you. The room feels more intimate when you know what's about to happen on the bed in front of you.

Satoru lets go of your hand and walks over to the chair on the other side of the bed, sitting down and spreading out comfortably without another word.

Your gaze darts between him and Suguru.

"Don't look at me, sweet face. Why don't the two of you get started?" Satoru beams.

Embarrassment floods your body at the prospect of Satoru watching you fuck Suguru. You knew it was coming, but now that it's actually happening, your resolve starts to crumble.

Suguru's breath fans warm across your ear before he whispers. "Don't worry about him. Just focus on me, okay?"

You nod and watch as Suguru settles on the bed, allowing his strong hands to guide you onto his lap. His cock lays heavy and warm between your folds, relishing in the pleasant weight of your body on top of his. Your pussy leaks with need, arousal glistening on his shaft.

Satoru licks his lips in anticipation, eager to see what's about to unfold.

"What're ya waiting for, bunny?" Satoru hums impatiently.

You drag your pussy against the underside of Suguru's cock, a chill immediately coursing through your body when the head catches on your clit. A loud moan escapes your mouth. You ache to be full of him once more.

You can't handle waiting anymore. You sit up and reach down to guide Suguru's dick inside of you, but Satoru tuts in disapproval before you get the chance.

"Ah, not so fast, bunny. Don't you think Suguru needs to be warmed up a little more?"

You knew that was bullshit. Suguru was as hard as a rock beneath you, throbbing with each slow rock of your hips. Satoru just wanted to enjoy the show a little longer.

Pouting, you do as you're told. You grind against Suguru's cock once more, gliding back and forth with ease, coating his cock in your arousal. The head catches your clit and you sigh in pleasure. You might be able to cum this way, if Satoru lets you.

Suguru doesn't look like he's faring much better than you. His arm rests over his forehead, jaw clenched to stave off his need. His eyes are fixated on your cunt swallowing around his cock, his precum smearing and mixing with your wetness.

You move at an agonizingly slow pace. You didn't want to go too fast in fear of cumming too soon, but Suguru couldn't take anymore. He bites his bottom lip and grabs onto your hips, pressing more of your weight against his aching dick and dragging you back and forth. He moves you much faster than your initial pace. The increase in stimulation makes you squeal out.

Satoru continues watching from the side as you hump his best friend. He swallows hard and dips his hand in his pants, adjusting his cock which sat uncomfortably hard against his leg, seeping precum into his boxers. Aching for some relief, he unfastens his pants and pulls his cock free, squeezing it tight in his fist and hissing at the friction.

"P-Please, daddy, can I put it in? It hurts." You sniffle, the desperation for Suguru to fuck you becoming unbearable.

Satoru hums as he slowly jerks himself off. As much as he could watch this little display go on forever, he was ready to get this show on the road.

"What do you think, Suguru?" Satoru questions.

Suguru observes your desperate face, your eyes pleading him for more.

Suguru wanted you. He wanted to keep you all for himself. It felt like a far-off fantasy, but he was content having you in whatever way Satoru would let him.

"I think she's ready, Satoru." Suguru spoke, trying to keep his voice steady.

Satoru grins, only a little sadistic.

"Well I don't want my little bunny in pain, now. Give it to her, Suguru."

Suguru keeps one hand on your waist and uses the other to guide his cock into your pussy. The stretch brings tears to your eyes. Your breath catches in your throat at the sensation. You've been craving this ever since you last saw him.

"Breathe, bunny." Satoru encourages, smearing his precum around his cock.

Suguru he sheathes himself completely inside you, his brows furrowing up. His cock pulses against your walls, your pussy weeping from the pleasure.

"Daddy-" You moan as Suguru begins to thrust into you.

Satoru rises from the chair and kneels beside you, still stroking his dick at a languid pace.

"I'm right here baby, daddy's got you." He says, tilting your head back to face him.

Suguru's fingers dig into your sides, pulling you into his thrusts.

"Come on bunny, be good to Suguru. Don't let our guest do all the work." Satoru hums.

You bite your lip and nod, steadying yourself with both hands sprawling over Suguru's chest. His movements still as you push yourself up and down on his cock, picking up your slack. You groan at how deep he reaches inside you. His hands rest on your thighs, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he watches you. So beautiful, and so sweet to him.

How did Satoru get so lucky?

Suguru knew he could treat you better if he had the chance. If you were his.

If he never fucked anyone else for the rest of his life he decided that would be fine.

Your thighs burn in protest as you continue fucking yourself on Suguru's dick. You whine out and look up at Satoru, silently pleading for permission to stop.

"Too much work, princess?" Satoru teases.

You nod. Thankfully, Satoru takes mercy on you and pulls you off of Suguru. You gasp as his cock slides out of you, your hole unbearably empty and needy. Satoru pulls you back against his chest and Suguru repositions himself between your thighs once more, his dick nudging at your entrance again before sliding in with no resistance. Satoru reaches around and grabs behind your knees, prying your legs apart for easy access as Suguru resumes thrusting into you. Moans echo off the walls, mostly yours.

"Does it feel good baby?" Satoru questions, voice low.

You nod your head frantically and watch, lip pinched between your teeth as Suguru fucks you. His brows furrow in concentration, sweat beading on his temple.

Satoru lets go of your legs, letting Suguru hold them in place instead. With his hands free, Satoru goes to work on your body. One hand dips between your thighs to rub your clit, the other pinching a sensitive nipple between his thumb and finger. You cry out at the stimulation, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Four rough hands grope at your body, pushing you closer to your high.

"Daddy, I don't think I can- fuck, I don't think I can't hold it anymore." You whimper, feeling Suguru's cock drag so deliciously against your sensitive walls.

Satoru coos at you as he continues groping at your body, mean and possessive.

"No? You can't?" He teases, pinching harder at your nipple, gradually increasing the pressure on your aching clit. His gaze returns to your adorable face, meeting your pleading eyes.

You whimper and shake your head, fingers digging into Satoru's arms, biting your bottom lip hard enough to hurt.

Suguru thrusts into you harder, his eyes flitting between your bouncing chest and flushed face.

"Okay." Satoru watches lovingly as your features pinch in pleasure. "Look at me baby, look at daddy."

You try your best to maintain eye contact. It takes everything in your being to keep your heavy eyelids open to focus on him. You look into Satoru's eyes as you cum on Suguru's cock, body trembling, mouth dropping open in a gasp.

"Feeling better, baby?" Satoru asks softly, massaging your clit through your high.

You nuzzle your head against Satoru's chest and exhale heavily, mind suspended in the warm, fuzzy pleasure of your orgasm.

"Good, baby. Now keep being good to our friend Suguru, okay?"

You nod obediently.

"You're doing such a good job, bunny. So proud of you."

Satoru's fingers withdraw from your pussy and he watches with a grin as your arousal stretches between his fingers in clear threads. He reaches out and holds his fingers in front of his best friend's face. Suguru can't resist the temptation, he surges forward and takes Satoru's fingers into his mouth, tongue licking eagerly at your cum. The sight was so unbelievably hot.

"Isn't she so sweet?" Satoru asks him.

Suguru hums in affirmation, the sound muffled by the slender fingers weighing on his tongue. You taste sweeter than honey. He quickly found himself addicted.

"I wanna try something else. Think you can fuck her from behind, Sugu?" Satoru questions, head tilted.

Suguru wants to keep watching your sweet face. Something inside him wants to say no, to take control of the situation and have you the way he wants you, but he finds himself obeying anyways. You're not his – you're Satoru's, and he should be lucky his best friend is even letting him have you like this.

You're repositioned on all fours, Suguru's large hands grasping your hips and pulling you back onto his dick. His cock stretches you out from behind, making your mouth hang open. Your eyes flutter, looking up at Satoru through your lashes, your face completely fucked out. He groans in pleasure, squeezing his cock in his fist as he watches his best friend take you from behind. He fantasized about this for more nights than he could count.

He loved it.

"That's right, baby, keep your eyes on me." Satoru moans. "Keep watching your daddy."

Selfishly, Suguru sneaks a hand around your waist, fingers staking claim on your puffy clit. Competing for your attention.

You whimper at the stimulation and grip the bedsheets tight.

"It's so good, s'good." You babble, the pleasure turning your brain to mush.

Suguru rubs tight, fast circles against your nub, while fucking you full. You felt like you were losing your mind, all forms of your sanity slowly slipping. Suguru fucked into you hard from behind and Satoru pumped his cock slowly in front of you, tempting you with the needy pink flush and precum beading at the tip. You desperately wanted to wrap your lips around it, let his taste cover your tongue.

Suguru thrusts into you particularly hard, your body lurching forward.

"Suguru! Oh god, fuck!" You cry out, your eyes clamping shut.

He continued his cruel focus on your g-spot, feeling your walls clamp around him like a vice. You're so close, he can tell.

Satoru moans at the sound of you crying out his best friend's name.

"Please, Sugu, please," you beg shamelessly, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

"Don't forget who you belong to, bunny." Satoru warns, squeezing the tip of his cock.

Suguru winces. He knew how he felt for you was selfish, but it felt so good. His body drapes over yours, lips grazing your ear. "I'm the one making you feel good, baby. Focus on me."

Your head spins, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

The men lock eyes. Satoru knew his best friend was attracted to you. Why wouldn't he be? But he needed to know his place. After all, he was being so generous, sharing his toys with Suguru.

"Oh god, daddy!" You whine.

Satoru repositions himself to kneel in front of you, still fisting his cock to the sight of your fucked-out face. So sweet and hopelessly pathetic.

Suguru's cock twitches, shooting his cum deep inside you and you whine once more. His pace doesn't falter. He keeps fucking you through his high, fingers still rubbing your clit, intent on making you cum again. Warmth bubbles up from your stomach as your pussy tightens, keeping a vice grip on Suguru as you release a second time.

Satoru follows close behind, painting your pretty face with his cum.

The three of you pause to catch your breath, the room filling with the sound of your heavy sighs. Tension lingers beneath that.

Suguru pulls his cock slowly from your entrance, watching as his cum seeps from you. Satoru leans down and tilts your head upwards, kissing you softly before slipping on his shorts and leaving to grab a cloth for your face.

You're alone with Suguru.

He crawls off the bed as well and gathers his clothes. The business meeting is in 20 minutes, so he haphazardly dresses himself. He wishes he could take you with him. He spares a glance at you, eyes crinkling with a smile.

"Thank you," Suguru tells you, voice gentle. "I can send you money if you want, since-"

"Why would you do that?" You giggle. It's the sweetest thing he's ever heard.

Suguru's face flushes.

Satoru walks back into the room with a damp towel in hand, joining you on the bed to coddle you and wipe up his mess.

"I should probably head out," Suguru mumbles. "Satoru, I'll meet you there."

"Thanks, man. I'll be on my way out soon." Satoru responds without as much as a glance over his shoulder.

With that, Suguru leaves.

You lay on your back, Satoru kneeling over you and admiring your cute face.

"How are you feeling?"

Your eyes flutter shut as you hum. "M'good."

"We should probably clean you up, don't you think?" Satoru questions, a teasing lilt to his voice.

He coaxes your thighs apart, eyes dropping to your swollen pussy and the cum trickling out of it. His eyes flick up to your face, watching your reactions as his fingers dip down and caress your folds, gathering his best friend's cum. You shudder, goosebumps covering your skin. Satoru lifts his fingers and reaches up to slip them into your mouth.

You look at him through heavy lids, face heating in embarrassment. Maintaining eye contact, you wrap your lips around his fingers and suck them clean.

Satoru smiles in response. He truly is smitten with you.

"It looks like there's still some left. Will you give me a second, bunny?"

Satoru kisses his way down and spreads your legs wider, mouth immediately latching onto your pussy.

You moan at the feeling of his tongue sliding inside. His fingers dig into your thighs as he slowly laps up all of Suguru's cum. You're shaking in his grasp. You didn't know it was possible to feel this much pleasure in one day. Your fingers clutch the bedding, whimpers falling from your open mouth.

"Can't just leave you full of another man's cum, can I? You gotta remember who you belong to." Satoru grins.

You nod shakily, head clouded with pleasure. Satoru's lips move upwards and suck on your overstimulated nub.

"T-too much, too much daddy!" You fuss, hands flying down in an attempt to push his head away.

"Aw, come on. You were so good for Suguru," Satoru pouts before stroking you with his tongue. "You can be good for me too, can't you baby?"

You let out a groan, squeezing your eyes shut. "O-okay."

"Come on baby, say it for me. Say you'll be good for daddy."

Your core tightens and your bottom lip quivers as you say, "I'll be good for you daddy."

"That's my girl."

Hearing those words and feeling his mouth sent you over the edge once again. You cum for the third and final time on Satoru's tongue, coating it with a warm rush of both your and Suguru's release.

You breathe hard, feeling your body melt into the bed. Satoru rises up and smiles, running his tongue over his lips to lick up the rest of your wetness. His eyes gaze over your body before reaching over to the nightstand, grabbing his phone to send you the funds. You reach out and grab your phone as well.

Two notifications.

$7000 deposited into your bank account.

And a message from an unknown number.

Had fun tonight.

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