“‘mma good boy” that’s all I can hear over and over again. A soft puppy boy who’s so obsessed with me, secretly wants to be a perfect little pup for me. Plays with himself so much jus’ thinkin about me praising him, touching him all over.

I want to let him slide the tip in and force him to pull out after. Watch him squeal when he slips all the way in, gets three thrusts, and then tell him to pull out again and stroke himself.

He is such a good boy. That’s why we get to have all the best playtime adventures.

Armin doesn’t like to think about how much he touches himself to the thought of you. He doesn’t like to think about the way he imagines your cock chubbing up with his cum all over your face. The way he wants you to crave him the way he craves you. His little whimpers melt his cheeks pink in embarrassment every time he fucks his hand into oblivion, in the dark, at night sitting in his apartment all alone.

You two are supposed to be causal. Normal. And Armin totally is normal. He’s so, so normal actually. So normal that he doesn’t even follow you around with a camera anymore to take pictures of you bending over in public or drop things purposely under furniture to watch your ass as you bend down to slip his belonging back out from underneath. Nope.

Instead, he waits for nights like these where you coo at him, your lip sucked up between your teeth as your eyebrows furrow, nails digging into the pale surface of his skin as he begs to put it inside.

Armin’s cock is bright red, leaking all over and screaming for attention. You’re such a tease, he can see your dick twitching on your stomach in a not-too-far off state, yet you still refuse him.

“‘Mma good boy..” the blonde whines impatiently, his thin lips wide open. Hot breaths of air fan out over his chest as he tucks his chin to watch your cock between spread legs, so desperate to rub his own against it. “Please.” He feels pathetic. Is pathetic. He’ll wait all night just to let you torture him. His blue eyes linger over how wet your skin is, the creases in your legs as you spread them open for him, the pulsating of your hole.

“Just the tip” you whisper. The syllables curl over his ears like smoke, sucking him in through your lips and swallowing instead, keeping him locked up inside of you. His knees waiver and his eyelids collapse in relief, a small moan of gratitude spilling through his pouted lips.

“Oh god” the heat of your tight rim makes Armin’s thighs feel like water. “Please, more” he wants to feel the clenching of your hole up against the base of his balls. Let his eyes roll back as he fills you up, all creamy and sticky.

“I don’t know baby, look how red your cock is!” Armin’s length twitches as you lick the tip of your finger, pouting as you lower it down and brush the twitching skin of his cock so gently he might as well be imagining it. “You might cum inside too early..”

The blond rolls his tip in your hole, elbows quivering when you squeeze him. The voice in his head teases him, tells him that you’re sucking him in, that you want him in you deep but won’t say it.

“Please!” He feels like such a loser as his mouth drops opening and his heavy panting begins to fan over your face, a pretty pink tongue twitching in his mouth with each breath of restraint. You think about it, tapping your lip with the same finger that touched his cock, making him feel insanely greedy and sick in the head.

“Okay, baby. No cumming ‘till I say, got it?” Armin nods but he’s not all the way there. He watches as he sinks all the way past the ring of your ass, bitch in heat moans liberating themselves from him and he can’t suppress the sounds. His blue eyes roll back in his head and his face screws up all cute, squealing like a kicked puppy.

Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it. He has to tell himself this over and over to avoid fucking you, planting his feet in the mattress and taking you until he can’t squirt out any more of his disgusting cum. He can imagine it now, the look of surprise on your face as he defiles you, watching you kick and hit him as you yell at him to stop, tell him what a disgusting loser he is. Somewhere between when he began pushing in and his depraved mind running wild, you tell him to fuck you slowly. Which, of course, he does.

He pulls out once, face getting pink and hot as he pushes in again, balls clenching sporadically against your asscheeks as he tries to hold in his orgasm, stomach concaving in the effort. He pulls out twice and mewls out a desperate “pretty please” that makes your walls almost lock down on his cock. A little spurt of cum dribbles out of his tip and his hands almost rip the sheets between his fingers.

“Pull out, pup” it’s a demand and he knows it. His stomach drops and he tries to protest with a shaky no that you don’t accept.

“Pull out or I’ll leave you here to cum all alone, you perverted freak” the harsh tone has him pulling out slowly, his cock wet and sticky from his own pre.

“Good job, pup” you praise, tapping his tip with your finger, then pinching it between your thumb and index. “Now jerk” Armin doesn’t want to, not at all. His body trembles, skin so hot he just wants cum all over you, thinking it’ll cool him down to unload across your body. It won’t make him a bad boy if he licks it off after, right?

Instead he listens. He makes a pathetic excuse for a hole, barely grazing his own girth as he fucks his fist. It’s not fair, not fair.

“What a loser, Armin. Makes me so hard” your words make his cock squirm, his body interpreting it as praise. He doesn’t want to cum like this.

“S-stop!” He protests, biting his lip. He’s resigned himself to humping air, but for a cursed reason unknown to himself he’s still almost as close to cumming as he was before.

“Why? Your dick says you enjoy it. Don’t you want to cum? C’mon freak, it’ll feel so good”

Armin moans loudly, gooey strings of saliva stretching between the gap of his tongue and the roof of his mouth, so lewd and messy.

“N-no stop, stop it!” He stops humping, clutching the base of his cock and another hand choking his balls as he tries his best not to cum. He really, really wants to cum inside, wants to see your asshole syrupy and white. Wants to jizz all over your insides after you beg him to fill you up and cum all over your own stomach. He wants to lick up the funk off your body so bad knowing he made you do it. Knowing it’s all his.

“Awe, am I being mean?” Your timbre is so teasing. He’s so hard it’s making him physically ill. He doesn’t want to cry in front of you like this, just because you wont let him cum inside. “So desperate” you coo.

“So— so mean” Armin parrots, tantalized by the way your own fingers swirl over your hole, pushing around his cum that he left there. That little voice is creeping back up the back of his skull again, telling him how bad you want him to fuck you. Telling him to test his luck.

“Don’t I know it, pup” you pause. The look in your eyes is evil, watching as you concoct a plan in real time. His cock lurches.

“Bet it’d feel very good, huh?” Armin is confused as your hand abandons your hole, stomach flipping and throat constricting as you squeeze your own balls, length twitching as you wrap your hand around it. “Bet you’re thinking a bunch of dirty things, thinking about stretching out my hole and filling me up with all your gross cum like some sick weirdo” you grunt, massaging your tip with a curled palm.

And oh, Armin’s mind is spinning.

You’re right. You’re so right. Armin is a dirty little freak. He does want to fill you up with his gross cum. He bites his lip as he watches you fondle yourself, an utter goner.

“Please, oh, please!” The tip of his cock presses up against your hole and your hand startles away from stroking yourself, eyes wide as he grinds against your entrance. He doesn’t push in without permission. Slim crescents of his pupils remain, almost completely rolled back but not quite, face overrun with his vibrant and crimson blush. He’s debauched, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

You gain composure at his expression “What a bad—”

“‘M not a bad boy! I’m a good, good boy!” He urges, tip pulling away with a jerk of his hips before kissing your hole again. “Just please— please inside! So bad, I need it! Please!” Armin’s baby blues bore into yours. You want to deny him so bad, but his begging is starting to make you needy. You almost came the first time he fucked your hole.

Armin grabs your cock without permission, stroking it and squeezing just how he wants your hole to fuck him. It takes you by surprise, moaning at the sensation of his skin against yours.

“‘M so desperate, please”

Your eyelids flutter, whispering out an “okay” because you can’t trust your voice enough to put pressure on your vocal cords.

Armin’s cock slips off your hole as he tries to push in, grunting in irritation before slipping his tip in securely and sliding into you with a slow and gradual thrust. The blond’s entire body begins to shake violently, eyes curling all the way behind his eyelids. The pleasure is so immense he can’t make a sound, desperately trying to wait for two more thrusts before he empties his spunk inside.

“Ugh, oh, oh!” He only pulls out halfway, two uncontrollable thrusts smacking against your ass before he squeaks, balls pulsing and clenching as he pours his orgasm deep in your insides. Dirty thoughts flash like lighting behind his eyelids — pressing your face into your sheets, drooling all over your neck as he cums time and time again into your hole — white seed clumping against your dark rim. Frotting against your cock, clenching your tips together with his hand, balls rubbing up against one another as he forces you to let him lick every inch of your mouth in a kiss.

His orgasm withers and he pants heavily, drool dripping down your cheek. It slides into the hairline of your neck as you flutter around his cock, spurting cum over your chest and stomach.

He’s totally, so normal about you.

‘Just some friends’ she said.

You didn’t know what you’d gotten yourself into when you’d sent your text.

‘ok, I trust you.’

You do, you trust Shoko with your life, with your pleasure, with your boundaries. She’s a raw woman who only says what she means, and does what matters. When she promised you a night to remember you were sure she was honest about it, you knew it wasn’t possible for Shoko to give you a forgettable one.

There’s an unsure feeling though, stepping into something new. You’re shivering a little. It hasn’t reached your skin, only a tight feeling in your arms, chest squirming in curiosity when her lighter snaps with a light thwick. Her lips lift at their delicate corners, and your fingers play with the hair at the base of your neck nervously.

“Hi, doll” your nickname rolls smoothly like dough over her tongue. She’s intoxicating, to say the least of it. The soft crackle of her cigarette being dragged makes you chew the inside of your lip, and two slim fingers clip around your bangs as she pushes them to the side. “You sure are handsome tonight.”

It’s an unspoken agreement that you ignore the other two acquaintances stooping beside you in the softly lit hotel room, until…otherwise.

Your tongue peaks out to wet a sliver of your pursed lips, you chuckle, “uh, thanks.”

It’s only some spandex shorts and a thin gray cami top. She told you to wear it, but, the praise warms your blood beneath your skin, makes you feel good. Standing a little straighter.

Shoko hums softly, taking another drag from her cigarette and retreating her fingers from your hair thoughtfully. She’s focused, poised, undistracted. Her level of discipline and decisiveness makes you feel wanted, her attention and care praise within itself. She plucks the cigarette from her lips and takes a step back, turning towards the other two.

“This is doll, I’m sure I’ve told you about him before” her voice is relaxed, unbothered. It’s just like any other night for her, and you shift on your feet, glancing off to the side towards a reading light on the far wall. Maybe it was embarrassment, maybe it was excitement. Maybe both. You can’t face her friends. You’re not ready for that yet.

“Oh, sure” says one. Playful and seductive, like a cat playing uninterested. Batting at a small feathered toy and waiting for it to take off running, “we’ve heard quite a bit”

“Don’t play cool” says the second. His voice is cutting, making your gaze shift to the painting on the wall adjacent. You can feel the weight of his look, not overwhelming, but there. A feeling waits beneath the smooth surface of it. Shoko certainly had an admirable choice of friends.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

A breath of a moment stretches in silence but it feels like a minute. All the hot eyes sliding over your skin like the waiting fingers of a large curse waiting to snap you up into its grasp. Your teeth clench a morsel of your cheek in between them, a soft sound coming from Shoko.

“Speak” your eyes dart toward her instinctually by the command.

“Nice to meet you too” you agree. You couldn’t stop it from coming out, the moment the order left shoko’s lips your response was written in stone. At this point, there wasn’t a single thing you would do with hesitation if she told you to. Both trust and training had dug its claws deep into your mind that way. You hadn’t noticed until this moment, as your lips had moved on their own volition.

There was…a prideful feeling bubbling, at the thought that you could behave so well. Adhere so easily to her training.

You were ready.

You trust her.

“Here” she said, gesturing toward herself with a curl of a single finger.

Doing as she says is easy.

Your eyes don’t drift over to the others. They stay locked on Shoko, lip coming up in between your teeth — a nervous habit — index nail picking at the skin of your thumb — Also a nervous habit. “Good boy” the praise ticks your heart rate, but you don’t look away. Can’t. She’s like a snake charmer. Though, you certainly are not dangerous enough to be a snake. Maybe a panther is her more accurate description. Valiant, unwavering eyes that mesmerize enough until you’re within jaw-snapping distance. She cups her calloused fingers over your cheeks, and you sink instantly into them.

“Trust me?” She whispers, rolling your head side to side, loosening the knots of angst tightening in your neck. You mull over your thoughts quickly, you’ve already made the decision:

“Yes” you whisper back. That’s all she needs, and she pulls you toward herself, starting with a lick to part your lips before slotting her mouth against yours.

A sigh escapes you. Shoko is good at kissing, as she is good at most things with you. Honestly, you think she truly is just a perfect fit for you. Somehow, everything about her seems to consume everything about yourself, like a shadow consumes light. She eats up every piece of you, and leaves none of you untouched. She overwhelms, but not in a sense of uncomfortability, in a sense of submerging you completely. Filling up all the cracks and creases in your armor and packing you tight, full of her breath, and taste, and touch, and smell. Carving each aspect of herself into your memory until not even your body can forget her, like a function of your brain. Like breathing, or blinking. She is simply another factor of need in your mind, no longer want.

Her tongue moves like a tongue does. More precise than others, more knowing. Some people say there is a technique to it, but to you there is only the feeling of one sharing themself with another. Shoko’s lips feel like a secret, only you get to know how her lips bend and move against your own. An intimate conversation of skin and saliva. Her hands move over your cheeks, her fingertips have found your scalp, and they just rest and press as she moves your head as she needs. Your eyes are squeezed shut, heart rapid in your ribcage, hands squeezing shoko’s wrists to keep yourself afloat. When she pulls away you know she is aware of her affect.

Your body is loosened, you’re wet in your pants, and your nerves have dulled. It was on purpose, Shoko knows her stuff. You’re impressed but, it makes you feel it was the right idea to trust her with this.

“Satoru, Suguru. Come join us” her tone is satisfied, somewhat teasing — directed towards you “your turn to introduce yourself. So please, don’t disappoint” Shoko turns toward the two with a grin.

“leave a lasting impression”

The last remark makes you, for the first time tonight, look over at Shoko’s friends.

“I’m Satoru” the playful and seductive cat. He’s beautiful, truly. He is broad and tall, large thick hands and piercing white hair, shimmery blue eyes. You’ve heard of these eyes before, from Shoko as she mentioned off-handedly about her work. You knew nothing about it. You were simply human. Horrified at first, but moreso intrigued. Outlandish things are easily understood these days. However, you couldn’t quite grasp shoko’s description of her cat-like friend until he was standing in front of you, close. A large feeling about him. Suffocating. He makes your lungs cramp up just at the sight. A painfully gorgeous man.

“May I?” His voice swoops and curves like a graceful crane, a groan-ish tenor that makes your legs weak and your heart beat hollowly. His big hands reach out for your wrists and you swallow. Wide eyes, captivated expression and all, you nod, placing yourself into his outstretched hands and letting him slump them over his shoulders, tugging you closer by his arms’ placement on your back.

“You sure are one handsome boy” his lips curve around the teasing statement, and your throat locks up. Your eyes dart back and forth between his own, “shy?” He inquires. Your lips won’t move, you gesture up and down with a nod of your head.

“That’s okay” his pale face leans in, snatched cheekbones and sloped nose, breath lingering over your face, “I can handle shy.”

Satoru’s soft lips waste no time in finding their way around yours. His tongue is thicker than Shoko’s, more intimate. He likes to brush his against your own, he likes to part from your lips and push back in — teasing you — not quite always there, but just enough to make your head spin. Like a tire swing, you can practically feel the air swarming around your cheeks and see the swirling, fast-paced sight racing behind your eyelids. One hand clenches around your wrist, the other pushes you closer by your spine. He seems to ache for proximity. Closeness.

Certainly no disappointment for you here.

The kiss cracks back open as if you had molded against Satoru. Your eyes blink open slowly and he is already looking at you. The fingers holding onto his shirt’s waist twitches before you exhale.

“Suguru’s turn” Shoko announces. There was an underlying demand beneath her voice that makes you let go of Satoru instantly, eyes meeting Shoko’s before they catch on the other male.

Holy hell.

“I agree with Satoru, unfortunately” he says. The cutting and illusory. “You are a handsome guy”

The compliments getting thrown left and right tonight are making you mushy. Probably the purpose. You wouldn’t put it past Shoko to have devised a game plan. To have told them all your weak spots and just how to press each of them. It’s not like you could blame her but, the more buttons they press the more dizzy you feel. Drifting slowly toward a space of submission lofty and light. Unthinking. Damn her and her genius.

Suguru is just as beautiful as Satoru is. Almost a polar opposite. Almost more beautiful. Long silky black hair laid all the way down, wavy. He’s a tad more tan than Satoru, warm black irises and predatorily angular eyes. There is not a soft thing about him visually other than his hair. It cascades over his shoulders, pushing and pulling with each movement. Once he’s met you in your place he leans in. Slowly he gestures with his hand wanting to place it on your cheek, and you grab it, resting his torrid skin against your face.

“It’s nice when you look at me” he mentions. His voice snakes in your ears, pleasantly smooth like ropes of silk. His gentle lips place a chaste kiss against the corner of your mouth before he’s gone. Your eyes couldn’t bring yourself to close. Everything had happened so fast in that moment.

“I—“ a soft exhale cuts you off. You swallowed, didn’t expect your mouth to open. “You’re both…really good at kissing” you want to smack yourself, but you don’t. Both their faces gradually grow into more satisfied expressions. One more teasing, one more cocky. They seemed to like your awkwardness. Even more so, the two are entranced by the expression you give Shoko. Your mailability.

“I haven’t even kissed you yet” suguru whispers. It’s a soft thing, only between the two of you. Your tongue begins to wet. His gaze flicks down to your lips before he leans down and takes them, holding your jaw like delicate glass and licking over your mouth as if he’s trying to soothe a wound. Suguru pulls back all too soon, stepping back to join satoru away from you.

They too, are waiting for Shoko’s next ruling.

Shoko’s fingers snake up from behind you. You feel it before you hear it, her breath over your cheek. Her warm chest presses against your back, grip tightening over your biceps.

“What’d you think, doll?” Her voice feels like fire across your skin, making you sweat. An expression breaks out across your face, something like a desperate wince. Shoko hums happily at it.

“This is really embarrassing” you rest your temple against her own, blinking slowly, gaze on the floor.

“You like when I embarrass you” one of Shoko’s palms snake out to your stomach. Her touch is scalding.

She is right, of course. The feeling of her friend’s eyes on your body lit you up like christmas lights. Exhilarating, almost addicting. You didn’t ever want it to stop. Wanting her to take you right there. Fuck you right in front of them and give them nothing. Let her use you, prove to her how good you could be, what a slut she’s made you into.

Shoko’s opposite hand not resting on your stomach pushes your jaw back with a curled index finger, “I want you to kiss them both, now” she says, as if she asked you to open the door for her. Another finger meets hers on your jaw, tugging your head to the right, before you’re taken into a wet and somewhat awkward kiss.

Two tongues ran over different parts of your body, making your hole ache. A whine escapes you.

Satoru had claimed your mouth. Something about his body language, his urgency, was greedy. He took your tongue, and swallowed all the saliva that he swapped, smashing fervently with your lips as if to demand your attention. Suguru was the opposite.

His teeth nibbled over your neck, as if coaxing you into him. His tongue laved out, his lips met your skin, and he sucked. Sucked like he was engraving prayers into the purple bruises he was leaving behind. Your boxers were soaked entirely at this point, lost in the feeling of being touched over every inch of your skin.

In a moment of confidence you pull away from satoru. His bright blues furrow at the action, and your hand reaches into suguru’s hair, tugging him upward to fill his lungs with your own air, lips colliding upon your demand. Satoru whines, his teeth tugging at the lobe of your ear exposed to him with your head turned, his glossy lips in a pout against your chin as he peppers lust filled kisses.

When you can’t breathe any longer, you lean away from suguru, gasping as he moves back toward your neck. Your face scrunches in surprise. Ecstasy. Satoru’s platinum hair tickles your cheeks as he indulges himself in your skin, suguru’s palm squeezing at your ass as he does the same. Shoko has disappeared from the mix, your hands have found their way to both of their scalps, a sharp, girlish moan leaving your body.

“Oh, fuck..” you could get used to this. The feeling of your skin being worshipped from every angle. Being licked and sucked wherever your lovers can reach. You startle when a smooth hand with small fingers reaches between your legs, poking at your clit enough to make you jump.

“Come” Shoko insists. A soft scoff from Satoru makes you look over in surprise as they pull away. How blatantly he seems to show his unhappiness with Shoko’s choice. She doesn’t mind him, though. She spins you around and pulls you forward, tugging you towards a large bed.

“You’re gonna be such a good boy, aren’t you?” The question doesn’t sound much like a question. You bristle happily at her statement. You are going to be a good boy. Such a good boy, she’ll have no choice but to make you cum over and over and over again. Shoko sits down, tugging your skin-tight shorts and boxers from over your ass and tugging you into her lap, an unreadable and small smile on her perfect lips.

It was awkward to be bare from the waist down, and be the only one in that state at that. Shoko’s deep, earthy eyes make you forget, though, biting your lip as her strap rubs up against your back.

Her fingers trail between your legs again, murmuring a sweet “so wet” under her breath, spreading your legs wide. Suguru and Satoru have found themselves comfortable spots in chairs against the wall of the hotel room, less than three whole feet away from your exposed cunt dripping over Shoko’s nails and hands. Your fingers tighten around her forearm, head snapping back when she encircles your clit with her fingertip. A dangerous middle finger sneaks into your hole, spreading open the lips of your crying cunt for your shared company to enjoy.

Satoru palms himself through his pants. You watch with hot cheeks as he can’t bear to pull his gaze away from the sight of your hole puckering around Shoko’s knuckle.

Suguru, on the other hand, can’t keep his eyes on one place. His tip is leaking embarrassingly over his underwear, the way the cami top stretches over your chest, the way your stomach creases against the meat of your thigh as your legs fold from Shoko’s force to keep your legs open. The way your toes curl every time Shoko swirls just right, the way your asshole clenches along with your pussy when you squeeze down on his friend’s fingers. His balls are tightening, so big and blue, begging him to fuck your hole until you’re full of his cum.

He meets your eyes and the air in his lungs gets caught, his mouth falling open in a silent moan as your eyes roll back.

“Such a handsome pussy, right?” Her voice rings in your ears, making your soul crumble and your clit twitch under her ministrations. Was this how you were going to go out? Body giving way as she makes you squirm in front of two of the hottest men you’ve ever seen? Maybe.

“God, fuck. I wanna be ‘n-side it so bad” Satoru whimpers, hips thrusting forward into his palm that looks like it’s digging painfully into his cock. Satoru’s long legs are spread wide, slouched back into the chair, arm bent as he braces himself against an arm of his seat. His eyes glimmer when Shoko speaks.

“Oh, he liked that..” your cheeks burn at her exposure, knees threatening to close. You refuse to let them do so, intent on being a good boy for Shoko.

“I agree with satoru, that’s…” he pauses, lip catching on his teeth, eyebrows furrowing “…one handsome pussy”

You gasp. Moan.

“Want me to fuck you, doll?” Shoko rides your cami top up your ribs, scratching at the skin of your stomach.

“Yes, please. F-fuck me, master. O-ohhh, gggghaa” the sounds that leave you aren’t familiar. Your voice isn’t your own. It’s high and squeal-y. Sharp. Desperate. Shoko often brings you to this point, and yet every time it is like uncharted territory. Something new.

You miss the way the title makes suguru spill his cum into his pants, eyes rolling back as his face screws in ecstasy. Satoru isn’t far behind suguru, groaning out with a frown as he cums under the spoiled fabric of his pants.

Shoko watches in amusement.

She maneuvers the strap in front of your wet hole, dripping like honey all over the plastic as you gasp and heave for air, two feverish men watching like rabid animals. Tearing into the view like ripping flesh from bone, red faces and astonishment, observing on. Your head lays back — slack — on Shoko’s shoulder, lips curling and whining as she slides the strap into your hole, watching your eyes cloud over.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your squeal isn’t lost on the woman filling you entirely. The plastic stretches the rim of your hole and makes your cunt feel raw, legs twitching as she slaps and swirls around your clit.

“C’mon doll, show them what a good slut you are for me. How handsome you are when you cum” Shoko seems so earnest when she speaks each word. Your hole erupts in a tingling, hot sensation of pleasure from her praise, mouth slack as she fucks up into the wet and gooey walls of your cunt.

“Nn, don’t stop. D-don’t stop!” You’re out of breath and shaky, can’t produce a sound over a whisper without choking on your own throat. Your eyelids snap shut as bright white light explodes behind them, writhing as you cum on the toy. On Shoko’s cock

“Isn’t he so pretty?” Shoko asks, sliding the strap out from your hole and letting your own cum slip out. “Boys, come” Shoko demands. It really didn’t take long.

Shoko instructs satoru to place his fingers in your mouth. He watches entranced as you take them between your lips. “Holy fuck” he scoffs. Your head swims. Sounds, lights, touch— it’s all enhanced. Your tongue stutters around Satoru’s fingers in a moan as suguru slides two of his own inside your abused and puffy cunt. Also at Shoko’s instruction.

A weak hand reaches out for suguru, and he leans into the gesture. You grip his hair fiercely, hips moving as you fuck his hand like a cock. It was so good. Calloused hands scraping up against your walls, rolling his fingertips into some foreign part of you that makes you shiver. A sound like please, but humiliatingly morphed by Satoru’s fingers, leaves you. Satoru moans in return.

His cock aches to be deep inside you. In your throat, in your cunt, in your ass. Satoru had noticed you instantly when Shoko had offered a session with one of her toys. He’d seen a couple videos and pictures of the positions you could find yourself in, the utterly disgusting things you could do with a look of ecstasy on your face. He would have never believed the effect someone like you could have on him, like being rammed into a brick wall, like being hit by a tall, ruthless wave that rips him into endless depths. Something possessive in him wanted his and suguru’s cum all over your face. Wanted to see the screwed up look you would make if they could fuck you in the same hole and forced you to take all their cum until you were covered in fluids and bruises.

Satoru whimpered to catch your attention, making you gag on his fingers as you slid down onto suguru’s hands. He wanted you to look at him, selfishly. Wanted you to cum for him.

“Doll, you’ve got to sit up” Shoko whispers, pulling satoru out of your mouth by his wrist. Your dazed head lifted off her shoulder with a pained moan, eyes glazed and cloudy. “I need you to fuck suguru for me. Real good”

Her words sent a pang of jealousy through satoru, suguru’s eyes widening in surprise. Your pussy clamped down tight on his fingers.

“Ride him just how I taught you” she said, suguru slipping out of your cunt as you stood up on shaky legs, collapsing down onto suguru’s lap as he sat on the floor.

It was messy, dirty — like a job or a mission. Your hands reached down for suguru’s belt and struggled with his buttons. Satoru watched on with a curling stomach, sitting back on his haunches and reaching his hands into his pants to stroke himself to the sight.

Suguru’s face was stuck in shock. He watched as you reached into his underwear, moaning as you pull him out and tug on his cock, drool dripping over your lips. “I need your cock in me so bad” you whisper, close enough to be whispering into his lungs. His palms are planted on the ground, eyes flickering up like a flame to watch your hot face as you sink down on his cock. His face contorts garishly. He can’t stop it. A loud, angry moan ripping out from his chest.

Fuck. He’s so big, and you’re so warm. Before you even get to rest your ass against his balls, hilt deep, suguru is cumming inside you. Eyelids squeezing painfully shut as he unloads his balls into you.

You don’t stop.

You hold the back of his neck tight, eyes boring into his when they blink open, fucking yourself up and down with his cock like nothing but a toy. Your unoccupied hand reaches down to collect your cum, wiping over your clit, before reaching up and prodding against suguru’s lips, forcing them inside.

“T-tell— ohhh. Tell me I taste good” suguru’s face distorts again, almost like grief. The feeling of arousal clouding his mind is suffocating, drowning him. There’s no escape from it. From you.

“You tay gooh” his submission is muffled by your fingers, and you pull them from his swirling tongue, sticking them into your own mouth and swallowing what’s left — saliva, cum — down your throat. Your lifting hips settle against suguru’s hilt, grinding his cock so deep it feels like he’s moving around the organs in your stomach.

“S-satoru..” you call, making suguru twitch inside you. Satoru’s ears perk. His cock hanging out of his pants is dripping with precum, crying the white liquid out all over his shaft. “Come…here..” you pant, forehead leaning against suguru’s cheek as you grind against him. Satoru answers, crawling over to you and suguru, a unit he is disgustingly jealous of.

“‘M gonna cum” you whimper to them both. The hotel room smells of warm sweat. Your cami top is soaked, palm sweaty as you grab the base of Satoru’s cock, jerking it in time with the rolls of your hips against the raven haired man stretching you open. “Need…mmm!..you both to, to cum inside..”

The reaction is immediate. You clench down on suguru’s cock, spasming as you cum. Suguru follows suit, and Satoru mewls, thick strings of white squirting all over your fingers as suguru’s cum fills your hole until it’s gooey and stuffed. Suguru’s pinched nose and Satoru’s pink cheeks make your hips jump as you ride out the high of your orgasm, squeezing the pair for all they’re worth.

“Jesus Christ” satoru gasps, leaning against his shoulder as his eyes fall closed. Suguru pulls you closer by your back, peppering kisses over your throat and chin in ecstasy.

“Good boy” Shoko laughs, colored in amusement as her hand ruffles the top of your head.