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i’m liking the way u think anon :3 i’m so sorry this is so late, writer’s block is kicking my ass rn :‹ i’ve been thinking of this request for months please forgive me.

twice as nice ♡ྀི isagi yoichi ‘n bachira meguru

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ in which, you finally meet your sweet boyfriend’s best friend…and things end up getting a little stuffy between the three of you.

╰┈➤ pro-players bachisagi, bachira and isagi kiss, degradation, dumbification, oral (f!recieving), fingering (f!receiving), wc: 6k

˙⋆✮⋆.˚ there’s something almost exciting in hearing your boyfriend talk about his best friend. your boyfriend, famous striker, isagi yoichi always has that pretty sparkle in his eyes when he talks about anything related to football. it’s one of the reasons why you’d become so enamoured with him ; he lured you in with his mind and held you captive with the excitement he wove between his every word. he had that same sparkle in his eyes when she spoke of his best friend bachira meguru.

almost like the gears were turning in his head, his eyes slowly deepening with want, and a mischievous smirk on his pretty lips. before you could truly ask what yoichi deemed so amusing, he usually managed to shut you up with his hands and mouth.

almost secretive.

so to say you were excited to finally meet the enigma that was bachira meguru was an understatement.

sunset painted the sky hues of deep magenta, burnt orange and amethyst — a gorgeous view over the empty field below.

the stadium, alive with the excited titter, chatter and shouts of eager fans became a distant buzz amidst your raging nervous mind. under the bright glow of the floodlights, evening’s warm summer breeze brushed against your skin like peppered kisses — a large familiar hand placed on your waist comfortingly.

yoichi pulled you into his side, a solid presence to calm your nerves that was far more gentle and protective than any words could be.

you felt soft lips brush against the shell of your ear, a pleasant shiver travelling down your spine as his minty breath met your skin. “you’re nervous.”

more of a prompt rather than a question, yoichi’s usual method of getting you to speak up.

against the blare of the thousands of people in the stadium, you managed to say just loudly enough, “i’m not.”

his fingers tightened around your waist, lips you could feel curled into his charming smile pressing to the side your head and you swore you could feel the chuckle he’d hardly held back ruffle against your hair. “liar.”

you felt your heart flutter in your chest both at his direct observation and the simple proximity of him. even being adults now, what you liked about yoichi was that he managed to make you feel like a nervous teenager all over again — the rush of a crush and the chase for the charm. what made him much better, however, was that he seemed to understand you and worked to unravel you as well as himself.

for most things.

not bachira meguru apparently.

as yoichi walked you down towards the bottom of the stadium, you scanned the players on the field for any sign of the mystery man bachira meguru. amongst red and navy striped shirts, your eyes flitted between players yet you couldn’t seem to spot him. of course you vaguely knew what he looked like — you’d seen countless pictures of him and yoichi together along with clips from his football games. so where was this chatty brunette you’d heard so much about?

“y’know, there’s really no need to be so nervous, y/n.” isagi’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, dragging your attention back to him. you looked up to see him, his soft mouth pulled into a small smile, his sapphire eyes glittering under the glow of the floodlights and his face somehow prettier than usual with the excitement that filled it. “meg’s a good guy — i think you’ll like him.”

you took a final step down to the stands when you heard a delighted gasp escape your boyfriend’s lips, his gaze fixated on something in front of you. you turned your head just as yoichi gently let go of your waist and headed towards the edge of the stands.

there he was, in the flesh : your boyfriend’s best friend bachira meguru. your lips parted in surprise as you watched yoichi’s strong arms wrap around his best friend, in turn sculpted forearms going around your boyfriend’s back — then this beautiful laughter coming from both men.

nobody made yoichi laugh like that but you.

you looked away, feeling your cheeks warm ; almost as if you were intruding on a private moment between them.

after a couple moments of their surprisingly sweet reunion, isagi beckoned you over with a wave of his hand and his pretty smile. “y/n, come over here.”

you walked forward, your eyes snagging on bachira. up close, he was even prettier than in any photo or video a person could have captured. soft chocolate locks framed his sculpted face — almost feminine enough to resemble a girl, but too masculine to belong to any face besides a man’s. he had these golden eyes fringed by bangs with shocks of yellow hidden beneath, mirroring the same highlights at his nape. bachira, if you even dared to think it, was quite beautiful.

“hi.” you said, almost a little shyly as you approached him. even with the stand separating you from him, you couldn’t help but feel as though you were much too close to him.

“been dying to meet you, y/n!” bachira said cheerfully, and oh — his smile was just as pretty as yoichi’s, simply in a different way. bachira’s was sweet like honey, and as pure as sunlight.

his voice lowered then, golden eyes settling on your face : a viper wrapping around it’s prey. he lifted calloused fingers to your face, your breath hitching as he brushed your hair behind your ear. “you’re prettier in person.” your cheeks warmed instantly. “how’d yoichi manage to get a pretty thing like you?”

a strange sort of guilt pooled in your gut ; should you have been reacting like this to bachira? better yet, was bachira flirting with you? you looked to isagi, however he looked unfazed. his deep blue eyes watched the both of you impassively, almost as if he was condoning bachira’s behaviour. condoning your behaviour. nothing like his typical jealousy which began with glares and pouted lips.

you returned your attention to the enigmatic man before you, feeling his knuckles graze gently against your cheek, aware of isagi’s eyes upon the unfolding scene.

“he’s charming.” the words slipped out of your mouth with a nervous edge — caught between the wiles of a viper and the stony gaze of a hunter.

“charming, huh?” bachira’s fingers grazed along your jaw, gently cupping your face. he tilted his head, his bangs falling adorably and tantalizingly in his eyes, his eyebrows drawing together, his voice almost mocking — teasing. “that‘s it?”

bachira, it seemed, paid no mind at all to the environment around him. on the field, in his jersey, with a full stadium, his teammates farther away on the pitch, his coach in close arms, his best friend right beside him — bachira seemed to behave on his own. his confidence and nature seemed to coexist with one another in a way that bred this daring creature of a man.

it was enticing.

your brain went blank at his proximity, lips so close to yours they could nearly touch — your boyfriend and your loyalty keeping your heart in it’s cage, but your curiosity and your flusteredness warring with the bars.

his hand slipped from your face, dropping closer to your shoulder, nimble fingers catching a lock of your hair and twirling it between his fingers. those molten golden eyes never left yours, waiting for your lips to move once more.

“he’s cute, caring and sweet.” you breathed, your heart beginning to race against your better judgement. you racked your mind for words to say : that yoichi was understanding, brave, hardworking, confident, intelligent and so loving. would yoichi be flustered? did bachira know him the way she did? what was the correct thing to say? you settled on something milder, yet still absolutely true. “and so talented.”

something shifted in the air. bachira’s golden gaze slyly slid to yoichi with a trickster’s smile playing on his lips, and as you looked from one man to the next, you realized yoichi wore the exact same look. you narrowed your eyes, watching them share a conversation only by looking at each other.

yoichi wasn’t jealous at all.

he seemed amused.

bachira twirled your hair a little closer to your face, fingers playing with the strands absentmindedly. “talented?” his grin was full of mischief, his face an inch closer to yours. “in what?”

“lay off her, megs.” yoichi spoke suddenly, clapping a hand playfully on bachira’s back. his smile was no longer charming, his secret hidden in plain sight between his teeth and within that mischievous turn of his lips. “you’re making her nervous.”

bachira’s fingers slipped from your hair, offering you what looked like an apologetic smile. “aw, i’m sorry, honey.” his face changed, an innocent mask placed over his features now — his eyes widened in such a manner that he actually looked cute. “did you tell her yet?”

something was up between these two.

“tell me what?” you asked, looking to your boyfriend now.

bachira filled in for you, that trickster’s smile fighting to be seen through his innocent mask. “i’ll be staying with you two tonight. if that’s all right with you, pretty.”

you blinked in surprise, both at the nickname and the statement. if you blushed any more than you’d already had, surely the rosy tinge of your cheeks would be seen even underneath your makeup. you looked to seek out yoichi’s eyes once more. yoichi met you with blue eyes you’d come to know so well with their usual gentle and sweet glimmer, yet you knew him by now. you knew him well enough to know that mischievous and wanting expansion of his pupils. you trusted yoichi and his judgement in friends, but there was still something he wasn’t saying yet. something you were quite intrigued in.

you looked back to bachira with a dazzling smile, excitement making your heart race. “of course. a friend of yoichi’s is a friend of mine.”

bachira’s smile could have outshone the sun, his eyes and face lighting up. he was cute. he dapped up yoichi with a laugh, your boyfriend’s chuckle and smile matching his. “thank you so much!”

yoichi’s laughter was pretty, looking from his best friend then to you. “i think we’ll have a lot of fun.”

both men looked between each other again, the pieces of the puzzle fitting together in your head. his secret : why he got so hot and bothered when talking about bachira with you, how bachira was touching you and flirting with you without an ounce of jealousy from yoichi, and how it was his idea for bachira to sleep over.

isagi yoichi, you filthy bastard.

i know your secret.

you smiled, desire pooling in your core as you looked between both men — the sunset behind them fading into twilight. “i think so too.”

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˙⋆✮⋆.˚ there’s a point in time where memories and moments begin to tangle together, a string of ecstasy threading them together. where fingers, palms, lips, and tongues become instruments of desire, a plethora of bliss on your body and mind that leaves your mind in a soft sensual haze.

the moments leading up to this one are lost in your pleasure as you attempt to recall them ; the absurdity and magnificence of this spectacle you’ve found yourself in.

the scent of clean shampoo from honey shocked brunette locks, a grin of a victor and of a schemer, the soft voice and caress of your boyfriend, the hesitant and gentle fingers of an enigmatic man upon your hips — and finally the hungry lips of your boyfriend on yours followed by the press of canines and pillowy lips of his best friend on your neck.

your eyes flutter when you feel unfamiliar large hands drift deliciously up the exposed skin of your torso under your tank top, long digits cupping your tit and a thumb brushing over your hardening nipple.

“i can touch here, yeah?” bachira’s impish voice came out as a whisper against the column of your throat. he dragged his canines across the sensitive skin of your neck as his fingers drew closer together to roll the bud between them.

yoichi’s hand finds it’s way to your throat, possessive and comforting all at once. his voice is velvet against your ear as his lips brush against the shell. “you want him to touch you there, y/n?”

yoichi is warm and familiar, a heated iron wall against your back — a reassurance to fall back on. bachira is slender, boyish and mysterious — a new sensation you want to be consumed by.

your head falls back against yoichi’s shoulder as his hand slips from your throat, bachira’s fingers wandering, brushing, and pressing into your tit perfectly all at once, and all you can manage to. breathe out is a soft, “mhm.”

“perfect girl.” your lips are captured by yoichi’s once more, his tongue warm, familiar and addictive in the way it slides up against yours.

it’s the absolute filth of tasting yoichi’s desire, feeling the press of his cock against your ass, the touch of his hands wandering along your waist, fingers wandering down to your thighs. the filth of knowing he wants to share you. the filth of feeling sharp teeth drag against the sensitive skin of your neck, a different pair of lips sucking, licking and nipping at the flesh, your fingers lacing through a different head of hair, an unfamiliar pair of hands exploring and exploiting your body for pleasure, another pair of eyes devouring and worshiping you, another cock hard and pressed up against you.

it’s filthy — an edacious desire for bliss, yet consuming and intoxicating in it’s novelty.

you manage to gasp in air finally when yoichi’s mouth leaves yours, a string of shared saliva connecting your lips. with a hazy gaze, you manage to meet your boyfriend’s dark branding sapphire gaze. your eyes drift to a pretty face with the gentle direction from foreign slender fingers holding your jaw.

“i wanna kiss.” the words tumble out of your mouth, your shame and shyness lost in your euphoria and curiosity.

his lips seem to part ever so slightly at your sweet confession and your feverish need, a silent moan caught in the back of his throat. bachira’s golden eyes burn with desire, every obscene fantasy he’d ever had on display in his gaze.

you feel his thumb brush against the saliva gathered on your lower lip, his eyes fluttering shut before flicking to yoichi behind you. his voice comes out rough, clawed out of his throat. “you mind if i kiss her?”

yoichi seems impassive, save for the soothing way his thumb rubs along your hip and squeezes gently on your thigh. he nods, “go ahead.”

when bachira’s honey gaze meets yours, you can feel the desperation, desire and lust dripping from them ; all you want is to taste it. he brings his sultry mouth closer to yours, just enough to brush against yours. your fingers tighten in his hair, a soft whimper escaping your lips with your impatience.

he rasps out against your mouth, breath warm and sweet. “you sure?”

you arch up against him instinctively, your fingers pulling the gold at his nape, your lips brushing once against the plush promise of his kiss. “please.”

when bachira kisses you, it’s nothing like yoichi. if yoichi’s kiss is soft, tender, controlled and soft, bachira’s is desperate, ardent, sweet and passionate.

his lips seek to find a new rhythm, a push and pull, a lead and chase — an exploration and a claim of you all at once. an offer to claim him in return.

his hand slides from your chest to your throat, tilting your head back and parting your lips with his own. when his tongue glides against yours, you taste sweet honey and mint of the tea you’d made for him earlier, taste the eagerness to please and be pleased. it’s the way he holds you in place, his hand tightening on your waist as if you’ll disappear, swallowing your soft noises, deepening the kiss as if he wants to taste you coming undone.

you realize only that you’re breathing oxygen when bachira pulls away with a gasp, his forehead resting against yours, his voice comes out as a low whimper. “oh, fuck.”

“meg,” yoichi breathes out.

bachira’s hazy honey eyes leave yours, lifting to look at yoichi — yoichi who looks absolutely wrecked after watching the two of you. yoichi who’s looking between his girlfriend and his best friend like he’s got the sun and the entirety of the stars in his hands. yoichi who’s gripping you so tightly and pressing your ass against his aching cock. yoichi who’s gaze is clouded with lust.

you lift your head, dizzy with desire, looking between the men between you. your fingers slip from bachira’s hair, travelling down to land on his chest over his rapidly beating heart.

“i wanna see you kiss.”

you feel two pairs of eyes fall upon you, gold and sapphire, chests heaving and brushing up against you. you’ve never seen yoichi so torn. so eager to please. so curious.

you feel a hand leave your thigh, reach over your shoulder and roughly cup bachira’s face. bachira’s eyes drift down to your needy and awed eyes, melting and softening in yoichi’s hold, his hand leaving your throat and finding the side of yoichi’s neck.

sapphire and gold rip from you and lock onto each other.

“fuck.” yoichi whispers under his breath.

you can hardly breathe.

and suddenly their lips crash into each other.

it’s something you feel as though you’re imposing on. years of suppressed and shared sexuality between them being expressed through each other. a forbidden taste of platonic intimacy melded into something sinful. it’s filthy, the way yoichi tips his head back, deepens the kiss as he’s done to you. your sweet, caring, kind boyfriend following your orders, pouring his affections and lust into his best friend — tasting and touching the need and want in his best friend in turn.

bachira makes a noise, a mix of surprise and pleasure, tumbling off his tongue, high and sweet, muffled by the kiss.

yoichi pulls away from him with a soft gasp for air, sapphire eyes wild and wide with the thrill, his hand untangling from bachira’s hair and landing to rest on his shoulder.

with lips parted in awe, you look to bachira, lips swollen and pink, tantalizing golden eyes locking onto yours, his hand diving into your hair and pulling your mouth to his.

bachira tastes like yoichi.

you moan softly at the taste, the tangle and tease of his honeyed tongue.

in only moments, with only a gasp for air, you feel the familiar and possessive press of isagi’s lips on yours. his hand wraps around your throat, forcing you open, taking from you and giving to you, drawing a needy noise from your mouth.

yoichi tastes like bachira.

the rest is a far away dream you can hardly recall. your clouded vision tinted soft hues of lust and euphoria blended the moments together. hands along your body, both familiar and unfamiliar, eager and focused, exploring and searching. between gasps for air a new pair of lips found yours, a different taste blending deliciously with the other, a tongue sliding against yours while another licked at the deep mauve marks that decorated your neck. fabric slipped from your skin, lifted over your head, buttons between your fingers you’d pulled apart, fabric hooked under your finger you’d tugged down until warmth of skin met yours and the drag of your fingers along sensitive skin through fabric. it was sensations overloading your senses, warping your reality.

it’s only when you feel your feet lifted off the ground do you give a little gasp of surprise at the strong hands at your waist. then you’re seated, as if upon a throne, on yoichi’s lap.

he spreads his powerful thighs beneath yours, muscle flexing beneath the plush of your thighs, forcing you open with him. you could only let out a shaky sigh as the cool air met your needy cunt. yoichi’s arm wrapped adoringly around your waist, fingers tracing gently along your skin and making you shiver. you tip your head back, eyes falling shut as you feel the corded muscle of his biceps slide against your ribcage, his hand finding your tit and brushing his thumb teasingly slow along your nipple.

he presses a kiss to your neck, his voice a low murmur in your ear. “open your eyes, y/n.”

your eyes flutter open, drifting down to bachira between your legs, half-dressed, cock straining against the fabric of his sweatpants, gold streaked hair messy and gorgeous in the way it falls in his gaze, lips swollen and bitten, and of course — those honey eyes blown wide with want.

you feel his slender calloused fingers slide soothingly along your calf. his voice is rough in his throat, an insatiable hunger and need for pleasure caught in his words. “you gonna let us make you feel good, honey?”

yoichi presses his lips to your pulse again, dragging softly along your skin. “we’ll be so good to you.”

you nod, your heart beating rapidly in your chest with anticipation. “i want it.” you could hardly decipher the meaning of your own words as you look between the two men. with heavy fervor, bachira looks up at you with golden lust that melts deliciously into you, his nimble worshipping fingers mapping your thighs. it feels as though if you even get too close to him, you'll be able to breathe in his desire and need and let it consume you. with a heavy gaze, you manage to drag away from bachira’s, turning to look at yoichi behind you. as if he were an addict, he pulls his lips away from your neck, his sapphire eyes lifting to meet yours. it didn’t matter how many times you’d fucked, he always had this dazed, needy and longing look on his face — all too focused on you, the dream he lost himself in over and over and over again.

you draw your legs together, the ache nearly unbearable. you flush as bachira makes a soft gasp at the way your precious cunt clenches around absolutely nothing.

“please.” you whisper.

bachira tears his eyes from your cunt, looking up at his best friend with a boyish grin. “you mind?”

yoichi nods to him, hands wandering dangerously low on your stomach. “go nuts.”

bachira presses closer to you, his breath warm against your wet pussy. he looks up at you for a moment before pressing a kiss just above your clit. you hardly register the way your hips instinctively attempt to buck up, but bachira’s hands hold you open for him. you feel a breathy whine slip past your lips as his mouth ghosts over your clit like a taunt. “gonna take real good care of you, y/n.”

you gasp as bachira’s tongue makes contact with your pretty cunt, gathering your juices on his tongue like a man starved.

yoichi’s fingers slip in between yours across your stomach, squeezing tightly as you roll your hips instinctually against bachira’s pretty face.

“she’s sweet.” bachira murmurs, humming at your reaction, pressing a kiss against your puffy clit. the soft vibration of his voice against your sensitive pussy makes your mouth fall open, a soft sigh escaping you. you can almost hear the grin in his voice. “jus’ like honey.”

a moan is dragged from your pretty lips as bachira’s tongue delves between your folds. the way that bachira eats you out is much different that yoichi does. where yoichi is quick, cruel and efficient in the way he sucks at your clit, nearly cumming the moment you moan and close your legs around his head. yoichi gets off on your pleasure. bachira doesn’t seem to give a fuck about your pleasure. the way bachira devours your cunt is experimental, slow and filthy. it’s as if he’s trying to commit the soft and messy feeling of your pussy to memory — like he’s trying to lose himself within it. the way his tongue drags through your folds, the way his lips press against your clit, and his mouth works at your dripping hole like he’s trying to suck and lick every drop your sweet cunt leaks. the filthiest part is the way he seems to groan against you, his lashes fluttering with every little gasp for breath, the way he presses his nose into your clit as his tongue pushes inside your needy hole — the filthiest part is that bachira does not care for your pleasure. he’s entirely chasing his own.

your voice is a high-pitched mess of moans, whimpers and whines that echo off the walls of the room, along with the filthy wet noises of bachira playing with your needy cunt. you writhe in yoichi’s hold and buck up desperately against bachira’s face, gasping for breath at every tease and taunt of bachira’s mouth.

your head falls back against yoichi’s shoulder, the scent of his cologne invading your senses when you turn your face towards him. it’s hardly a relief or distraction when bachira’s relentless and selfish mouth continues demolish your pussy.

you whine against yoichi’s skin, your hand reaching out to grip and tangle in the pretty mess of bachira’s hair when a harsh wave of pleasure washes over you at the unceasing way he sucked and licked at your puffy clit.

yoichi’s voice is a low rumble in your ear. “meg’s taking such good care of my precious slut. isn’t that right?”

you could hardly find it in yourself to respond as ecstasy thrummed throughout your entire body — making you tremble against both men. you could only nod, a whimper ripped from your mouth. “mhmm.”

“fuck, i wanna die in this.” bachira breathes against your ruined cunt. he presses a feverish kiss to your clit, his fingers splaying against the insides of your thighs and pushing them further apart.

too lost in the ever ebbing and overwhelming sensations bachira brought to you, you hardly register the hard pants that leave his lips. he brings two long fingers to your pussy, dragging them up the mess of saliva and slick from your hole and all the way to your puffy clit.

you finally peel your eyes open, watching the chocolate and honey haired man below you. he finally looks up at you, stealing your breath away with the sheer desperation and longing in his eyes — tainted with insatiable lust and ecstasy.

his lips part, almost as if a moan is caught in his throat, as he drags the tips of his two fingers back down to your hole. he prods inside you, looking up at you with a glazed golden gaze. “you wanna let me in, honey?” his words are rough in his throat, his glossed lips forming a wicked little grin. his eyes seem to plead with you as he pushes his fingers further inside you, pupils blowing wide at the way your lips fall open and a whimper tumbles out. “let me fill this sweet hole up?”

you nod as fingers push further inside you, curling up perfectly against your sweet spot. you arch up against yoichi’s broad chest, fisting your fingers in bachira’s hair.

“look at that.” yoichi marvels, his fingers squeezing against yours as he presses an affectionate kiss to the top of your head. “precious girl’s feeling so fucking good, isn’t she?”

your moan is a high-pitched cry as bachira’s devilish mouth finds your clit, his tongue swirling and sliding tantalizingly on it. his fingers are relentless, a slow pump in and out of your cunt, a delicious flow of bliss that thrummed through you and within you.

your fingers twist in his hair as you whimper his name.

you feel the curve of his grin against your poor clit. “aw, how ‘bout meguru, honey?” his voice is a mocking simper as he lifts his head from between your perfect legs. it’s filthy, the way he tilts his head so innocently at you, his brunette bangs flopping so adorably in his eyes. a fallen angel come to bring you down with him. it’s the way his lips gleam with the gloss of your slick, and the way his fingers continue to move inside you leisurely : in, out, in, out, in, out.

despite the blissful filth of it all, you still blush, hiding your face in the crook of your boyfriends neck as the sweetest moan left your lips. “meguru,” a sound so breathy and needy, you could’ve sworn you saw bachira’s lashes flutter and his mouth fall open.

by the time you built the courage to look down, bachira’s—meguru’s head had already returned between your legs. he pressed a tender kiss to your clit once more. “atta girl. sounds perfect.”

you couldn’t help the little pout that formed on your lips when he pulled away from your pussy once more. he had this bashful yet impish smile on his pretty face. “can’t have all the fun to myself, can i?” he curled his fingers up against that spongey spot inside you, watched as you whined and bucked your hips up in response. “wish i could, but you’re not mine, honey.”

“a shame, i was enjoying the show.” yoichi murmurs, his fingers slipping past yours, drifting lower until the pads of his fingers brush against your sensitive clit.

you whimper once more as meguru’s fingers seem to slow, awaiting yoichi’s slow rubbing against your clit.

“ichi, meg, please.” your words are breathy, nearly a whisper. “i wanna cum.”

as if they were gods who’d heard your prayers, both men look at each other with wolfish grins. then they grant your desperate wishe. yoichi’s fingers begin to rub tighter circles around your needy clit, sending a deep tremble through your entire body. meguru’s long digits pump quicker into you, consistently hitting that one perfect spot inside you. where before it had been a game to them, they’d heard your pleas, both men fixated on a common goal.

under different circumstances, you might’ve been embarrassed by the pathetic and high-pitched noises that you couldn’t seem to help but make. it should’ve been embarrassing: the way you had hardly any control over your body, too overwhelmed and overrun with ecstasy. but you just can’t help but revel in the pure lust and desire they poured into you and extracted from you all at once.

you make an attempt to close your legs, but yoichi and meguru are quicker. yoichi’s large veined hand reaches beneath your thigh, fingers sinking into the plush warm skin, pulling you open on top of him. meguru’s fingers pushed against your other thigh, keeping you spread and on display for his hungry eyes and their experienced fingers.

your fingers find your boyfriend’s veined forearm, clutching at his wrist tightly. your other hand finds your boyfriend’s slightly stubbled jaw, pulling him closer to your throat. he smirks against your skin, sucking another pretty little mark onto your flesh. his voice is mocking in your ears, a taunt, that soft and mean voice that makes you see stars. “pretty slut just wants to cum, yeah?”

you can only nod, tears pearling at your waterline as you whine.

“aw, look at her.” bachira’s gaze is full of awe as he watches you lose yourself to pleasure.

“you want two hands to fuck you right? that what this pussy wants?” yoichi’s voice is like a saccharine murmur against the shell of your ear. your brows draw together as meguru and yoichi force hazy and overpowering ecstasy all over your body — drawing the knot of pleasure tighter and tighter low in your abdomen. yoichi huffs a laugh, an adoring smile curving his mouth as he looks down at his pretty girlfriend falling apart in his arms. “shit, she wants two cocks next, yeah?”

“look at that. you’re squeezing my fingers, y/n.” bachira murmurs, the wet sound of your pussy sucking in his fingers is almost distracting. he marvels at the sight, at the way you grind on their fingers and whine so fucking adorably. the realization, this rush that hits him, at the fact that you’re about to cum all over his fingers. it makes his head spin. makes him want to have you all to himself and make you cum until you cry and beg him to stop. his words are coloured with anticipation and desire. “you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?”

you poor.

sweet thing.

“oh—oh my god.”

suddenly, it’s as if that knot of bliss deep inside you tightens and splits apart.

sensations and pleasure crash into you like heavy tides, heightened by meguru and yoichi’s heavenly instruments of desire — fingers that continue to rub and curl against your sensitive cunt. 

your walls clamp around bachira’s swift yet magical fingers, as if to keep him from continuing to fuck them mercilessly into you. but meguru is relentless. he scissors open your pretty pussy, marvelling at the way you soak and clench his fingers—nipping down on his lower lip for a moment, if only to contain the fucking filthy noises he would’ve let out. 

his voice is a soft coo against your needy moans and trembling thighs. “there you go, honey.” 

the junction between your boyfriend’s shoulder and neck becomes your safe haven—a way for you to stifle your embarrassment and need by burying your face in the comforting muscle. 

you can almost hear that mischievous tilt of his mouth, his warm breath brushing the shell of your ear. “that’s it. keep cumming, baby.” 

with every breath, your body relaxes and melts into yoichi’s. you hear the wet sounds of meguru’s fingers sliding out of your slippery pussy just as yoichi’s own fingers still on top of your puffy clit. 

you only breathe in his scent, distantly aware of the fact that his best friend is sucking your juices off his fingers. 

yoichi’s forearm pulls you closer against him, draped over your stomach like he owns you. then his voice is in your ear once more. “you wanna take a break, y/n?”

this is the part about isagi yoichi that both makes you fall further for him and makes you want to fuck him senseless. yoichi cares for your well-being with an almost obsessive manner, like he is truly afraid of hurting you. after he fucks you, during, when you get sick, when you’re on your period, when you come home from work, when you’re in a bad mood—no matter what, yoichi is nothing but obsessive when it comes to how you’re feeling. what yoichi doesn’t know however, is that his doting affection serves only as a reminder for how fucking perfect he is. how fuckable he is.

“i think that’s enough for you, pretty.” meguru murmurs gently. “you did so good.”

you finally looked down at the man between your legs. wild and adoring honey gold eyes meet yours, and you nearly whimper from the wave of want that hits you. 

he licks his lips between little pants for breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

yoichi’s fingers nearly lift off your clit before you blurt out the words, “i want more.”

a soft, incredulous laugh leaves meguru’s lips. “shit, you’re fucking perfect. where’d you find an angel like her, ichi?”

you hear the proud grin in your boyfriend’s words. “don’t know.” he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, just as his fingers begin to slowly circle around your poor puffy clit. “pretty slut just wants more, huh?”

you nod, dazed as sweet little whimpers tumble past your kiss swollen lips.

"yeah, i bet." he murmurs. "one guy feels good, but two is twice as nice, huh?"

you know bachira and isagi exchange mischievous looks without even having to open your eyes. you can feel it in the way yoichi's fingers tighten on you and the way meguru's hands trail up your calves.

"yeah, that's right."

bachira's words are low, his want barely restrained. "wanna let us fuck you now, honey?"

you'd had a taste of both of them, and like an addict, you craved more. your boyfriend was right. yoichi felt good, but yoichi and meguru did feel twice as nice. and from the way they were absolutely ravenous for more told you everything you needed to know about the both of them. this wouldn't just be a one time thing. the three of you would come to crave each other, and need each other.

and maybe feel something even further than that.