Just (not) Wholesome Things

You had been working at The Number 2 Pro-Hero Hawks’ agency for a few months now, and everyone warned you Spring would be a busy month. They warned you about Keigo’s constant absence and the fact that if he was there, to not go up and speak to him. No one really understood why, but he was constantly irritable. So much so that on the days he did work, he would mainly lock himself in his office to avoid any form of communication from anyone.

Though, you didn’t take their warnings too seriously. You’ve met Keigo a few times since working there, and every interaction had been beyond pleasant. Even interactions you had seen him make with your other co-workers. You honestly didn’t think he had a mean or rude bone in his body.

Your thoughts soon changed as you walked into the building for your shift that morning, however. The tension in the air was thick and practically smacked you in the face as soon as you exited the elevator to your work floor. Everyone was running around, trying to make sure everything was in order. The phones ringing constantly, and soft murmurs of “I’m sorry, he’s not in today” filled your ears as you walked past each cubical on the way to your own. You were absolutely shocked. It seemed everyone was in double-time, paging other heroes and speed running through their excessive amounts of paperwork.

Taking a seat at your desk, you decided to go through your emails first, your inbox seemingly flooded with more emails than usual. You read through them all quickly, starring the more important ones to look back at or reply to later. You had severely underestimated how much work Spring would bring. Cracking your fingers, you began to type furiously, hoping you’d be able to finish everything by the time you got off that day, but it was looking doubtful. Maybe today wasn’t going to go as quickly as you initially thought.

You threw in your earbuds to block out any distracting noise and continued working, picking up your pace as fast as you could, but as the workday began coming to an end, you knew there was no way you would get everything done before 5 PM. You weren’t sure anyone would. Though to your surprise, you were the only one left in the building after hours. Maybe it was your inability to leave unfinished work for the morning, maybe it was an unknown fate.

Keigo couldn’t believe it was already that time again. He absolutely hated Spring with his entire being. It enabled him useless at work, made him grouchy, and worst of all, made him so incredibly horny at every minute of every hour. It was his rut to blame. His dumb bird instincts. Sighing, he leaned back in his office chair, surveying the surroundings. He managed to sneak in through the back after he figured everyone else had left for the day, hiding in his office. He really did try to make an effort to work during his rut. It made him feel so bad when he knew everyone employed at his agency despised Spring as much as him. Because of him. The last thing he had ever wanted to do was to make anyone else more stressed and frenzied. Which is why he snuck in after everyone had left, trying to catch up on the already mountain of emails and papers, one hand stroking his hard cock along the way.

He really couldn’t help himself. If he didn’t do it, his entire body would burn painfully, begging for release after release. It was already too hard to keep his mind focused on his work, his sex-craved mind on hyperdrive. But if he stopped, did his work as normal, it would be too much for him. Too painful and he would not be able to focus on anything else other than the throbbing ache of his cock against his pants.

Letting out a soft groan, he continued to shift through paper after paper, shakily signing his name where it needed to be signed and reading what needed to be read. It didn’t matter too much though, his brain wasn’t fit to retain any information right now.

“Fuck it,” he whispered to himself, dropping his pen on the desk. The pace of the hand on his cock grew, his thumb swiping the angry red tip to gather pre-cum as it leaked out, smearing it down his shaft. His head leaned back against the headrest of his chair, his lips parted slightly. He could feel arousal flow through his veins even more by the second. Keigo’s hips began bucking upward into his hand, craving more friction than his grip was able to give him. His mind began to wander, wishing he had a mate to ride out the rut with. He’s never experienced it with someone else, always himself either locked inside of his house or in this office.

That’s when his mind began to wander towards thoughts of you. Never in his life as a hero had he ever seen such a beautiful person. Of course, there had only been a few times where you two had spoken to each other. But he always kept a closer eye on you than the rest. Watching you walk from your cubicle to the lunchroom on break, talking with other co-workers, laughing, smiling. He knew it was inappropriate, and it was mainly just a friendly crush that was sure to go away soon. But his rut brain didn’t think so. His rut brain wanted you. Wanted you down on your knees in front of him. Or spread wide for him. His rut brain wondered how you tasted, how you felt, if your moans sounded as musical as your laughs did.

He lost himself in thoughts of you, his moans getting increasingly louder, filling the office room and beyond. His other hand fell between his thighs, cradling and squeezing his balls as he continued to pump his length. He could feel himself getting close, a feeling he had become all too familiar with today.

You looked up at your computer monitor, noting the time. 6:45. You were almost finished and decided now would be a good time for a bit of a stretch break, having been hunched over your keyboard for nearly 10 hours at this point. As soon as you stood, you stretched your arms up in the air, a satisfying crack going down your spine. You removed the earbuds from your ears, sighing at the silence of the office building. It was definitely strange being here after hours, and you hoped you wouldn’t get in trouble for the overtime.

That’s when you heard a strange noise, almost sounding like a muffled voice. A moan? No, that couldn’t be it. You turned your head, scanning the room. You knew everyone else had left for the day, so what on earth made that noise? Deciding to investigate, you walked outside of your little cubicle and began looking around. Your eyes widened when you noticed Keigo’s office, artificial overhead lighting peeking through the closed door. When had he gotten here? Your heart thumped in your chest as you walked closer to the door, debating on whether to knock or not. The noise had stopped, but you wanted to make sure he was okay.

After some deliberation, a trembling fist slowly made its way to the wooden door, knocking lightly. You chewed on the inside of your cheek nervously, waiting for a response.

“Who is it?” A deep voice called out. It sounded like your boss but almost didn’t. Like his voice was laced with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“It’s y/n, sir. Is everything alright?” Your voice shook slightly as you spoke and you cursed yourself for not sounding more confident.

“Yeah, everything’s good. Come in,” he huffed, scooting himself closer to his desk so he could continue stroking himself without you seeing, smearing his previous orgasm down the shaft of his member. He tried to stifle his moans, embarrassed that someone else had been in the building as he was doing this. Not even just someone, but you. He tried to push his thoughts back, knowing he wouldn’t be able to control himself around you if he didn’t. Hell, who was he playing, he probably still wouldn’t be able to control himself regardless.

You walked in awkwardly, your hand straightening out your black skirt. Did his eyes look different? They seemed a darker yellow than before. He also seemed to be acting a bit different, his general mannerisms seemingly off.

“What are you doing up here so late?” Hawks hummed, trying to keep his arm moment to a minimum. But it was so damn hard. The sight of you. The smell of you. It was already driving him wild. He should’ve never come into the office and instead had the work sent to him at home. At this rate, it wouldn’t be long before he pounced. Or before you noticed what he was doing under the desk.

“Oh! I wanted to finish out the rest of my work for today. Didn’t want to leave it for the morning.” You scratched the back of your head with your hand, smiling softly.

Fuck.

“Ah, well, th-thank you.” He stammered out, coughing a bit to hide the moan that had tried to escape his lips. His fingers began toying with the tip of his cock, knowing full-on stroking it would be too obvious. The look of concern on your face was absolutely precious.

Small talk began to ensue between the two of you, him asking about how it was at the office today, you telling him how frazzled everyone was. Though, Keigo was getting to his breaking point. It felt as if someone lit a fire inside of his body, his gentle touches to avoid suspension not being enough for him. He needed you. He gripped the base of his cock again, stroking slowly up and down. His arm movements were more visible to you now, but you didn’t quite understand what he was doing.

Had your boss always looked so… hot? Sure, he was attractive. But right now, the look he was giving you, the feeling of the room, everything had you practically dripping arousal down your legs. And of course, Hawks took note of it.

“Look,” He spoke slowly, watching your body. Your hips began to slowly shift unconsciously, your plush thighs rubbing together. “I have a problem only your mouth can solve right now, so either suck my cock or get out of my office.”

You blinked a few times, trying to assure you heard him correctly. That’s when it all set in for you. The movement of his arm, the look in his eyes, the rasp in his voice. The noise you heard from your cubicle. He was touching himself. Chills spread down your body, your thighs pressing together harder.

Keigo groaned, getting impatient. He pushed his chair from its spot tucked into the desk, revealing himself to you as his hand sped up on his cock. He looked over at you with an eyebrow raised, honestly expecting you to walk out and never look back. But you didn’t.

Your eyes fixated on him, watching his every movement. Your gaze lingered on his large member, seeing his hand slide up and down with pure need. You’d never seen someone look so desperate. With a shy nod, you slowly made your way over to him, sliding in between the desk and his legs before crouching on your knees.

Fuck, Keigo was already so close to his release again. And seeing your innocent eyes stare up at him didn’t help. His hand held the base of his cock, pointing it towards your lips. Your head leaned in, your tongue slithering out of your mouth and laying flat against the head of his cock. A loud groan pulled its way up Keigo’s throat, not able to stop his hips from jerking up and forcing himself into your mouth. He couldn’t take the teasing even just for a moment.

You let out a short gasp of surprise as he pressed his cock inside of your mouth, circling your tongue around the head of it before pushing more inside. The sweet salty ness of his pre-cum mixed with his past orgasm coated your tongue. How long had he been doing this? Your cheeks hallowed around him, your head bobbing slightly as your eyes met his. He wasn’t able to hold back his moans, his hands tangling themselves into your hair.

“Ah, yes. Just like that,” he groaned as you slipped more of him deeper down your throat. You gagged around him, the vibrations almost enough to have him shooting his load right then and there. He tightly gripped your hair, guiding your head as you continued to suck, your thighs clenching and unclenching to try to add some friction to yourself.

“It’s spring.” He moaned, your eyes filled with questioning. “Dumb bird brain.” His hips thrusted, causing you to sputter around him as he began to take control. “Can’t get enough…” Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as he began slamming is cock down your throat, his pace rough and quick.

Spring? Bird brain? Was he trying to say it was mating season? You had noticed other bird-like tendencies from him. The bits of shiny things he’d set proudly on his desk, him whistling to himself as he walked through the office. But it never occurred to you that mating season would’ve been one of them. His words were coming out quick, almost forced. Like he couldn’t make full sentences. His rut had completely taken him over.

“Fuck, gonna cum.” His pace quickened, getting more sloppy as his entire length was being forced down your throat. You couldn’t breathe, your hands clenching against the material of his slacks, tears now freely running down your cheeks. You didn’t hate it though, and the slick dripping down your legs and puddling on the hardwood floors proved it.

His wings furrowed out behind him, stretching and shaking as he filled your mouth with his cum. When the taste hit your tongue it caused you to moan out against him, shocks running through his body.

Before you had time to really think, his large hands grasped at your arms, pulling you to your feet. He also stood, his movements fluid but rushed. The burning ache was back, and he needed more of you to cool it.

Grabbing the back of your neck, he pulled you into a sloppy, wet kiss, his tongue wasting no time sliding its way into your mouth. He swirled his tongue around yours, tasting a mix of your saliva and his release. You moaned into the kiss as he pushed his body close against yours, grinding himself against you. His hands slid down to grasp your ass, giving it a firm squeeze before using it as leverage to pick you up and place you on the desk, causing your skirt to ride up your waist.

“Need you,” he growled against your lips, loving the way your body squirmed against him at his words. His hand slipped in between you, pulling your underwear to the side before two fingers began making their way in between your slick folds. Another growl fell from his lips.

“So fuckin’ wet.” He grabbed his cock, pushing it in between your folds to cover it in as much arousal as he could. The small voice in the back of his head, the real him, was telling him to be careful, to not hurt you. He lined himself up at your entrance, pushing himself inside of you entirely in one movement. You gasped out, your arms squeezing tightly around his neck, unfiltered moans falling from your lips. Your moans truly were music to his ears, causing him to begin pounding into you relentlessly, causing a lewd squelching down to fill the air.

He held onto your hips like his life depended on it, and you were sure they were going to bruise up later. He left sloppy kisses down your cheek and to your pulse point before stopping. Chills ran up your arms as he began to suck and nibble the spot, unable to stop yourself from moaning out his name.

“A-ah, Hawks!” His body stilled a bit at your words before picking up pace again. He peeled himself away from the spot on your neck and moved his lips towards your ear.

“Keigo. Call me Keigo, please.” He practically whined. Under normal circumstances he would never have told anyone his real name, but right now all he wanted to hear was it coming from your mouth.

You tested the name, his pace growing faster at the sound of it. His lips found their way to your neck again, sucking and biting every inch of skin he could. He wanted to mark you, to show everyone you were his.

“You’re mine.” He said through gasps of air, his hip movements getting more sloppy. “Mine.” His voice was deep, absolutely filled to the brim with lust. Your cunt clinched against him, feeling your orgasm near.

“Y-yours.” You moan out, not really understanding quite what he meant but your brain wasn’t able to think right then anyway. You were so focused on your pleasure, the knot in your stomach so deliciously close to snapping.

He pulled you into another heated kiss, teeth and tongue gnashing against yours. You could tell he was close too, his thrusts more sloppy and his cock throbbing inside of you.

“Cum with me, baby.” He flicked his hips up, hitting that spongy spot inside of you and with that you came. Your pussy clinched down around his cock, a frothy white ring forming at the base. This was enough to send him over the edge as well, his hips sputtering against yours as he sent his hot release deep inside of you.

The burning in his body began to cease, move into the background. The color of his pupils lightened. He knew his rut was far from over, he knew the urges would take him over again soon. But right now, his cock buried deep inside of you, a mixture of both of your orgasms dripping down his balls, he felt okay. He felt like himself again.

He panted for air, his forehead resting against yours. Keigo could feel himself finally softening for the first time all day. Slowly, he pulled out of you, watching his cum drop out of your swollen cunt. With a swipe of his thumb, he pushed it back inside and pulled your panties back over you.

“Gonna explain this ‘bird brain’ thing to me a bit more?” You questioned, smiling at him.

He hummed slightly, pulling his pants up and buckling his belt.

dilf!ukai and coach!keigo, two best friends who always partner up on saturday evenings to run the little leagues soccer games, ukai always there to support the team as well as his little girl. proudly clapping for her as her cute curls bounce and her tiny legs run in cleats along the grass to travel with the ball. numerous parents cheer for their own in the bleachers, patting them on the head or hugging them stating how proud they are of them after the game. ukai and keigo always stay behind to make sure all the kids get picked up to be taken back home, some of the parents offering treats for the kids. one parent in particular replacing a usual person who provided drinks and snacks for the kids. a woman they’ve never seen before passing out goodie bags that the two men grew a mutual interest in.

out of curiosity, they approached this new face, being polite and introducing themselves before the woman explained that she was a replacement for a kid on keigo’s team who’s mother wasn’t feeling well and offered to take over. this kid was a good player, the little boy sitting in a circle with the other kids eating gummies and sipping caprisuns. you’re his godmother, best friend to the kids mother. you told ukai how you appreciated him for taking care of your godchild and other kids like they’re his own. while speaking to both men, it’s obvious that you can’t ignore their attractiveness.

“are you two related?”

the question makes them both laugh, one with gold for eyes curling his lips and shaking his head while the other who couldn’t stop tonguing his inner cheek pushing away flyaways with his hair in its headband scrolls his eyes up and down your figure. both men were checking you out, unable to hold back the appeal in their body language. as long as they’ve known each other, they’ve always had the sense of reason one another well. when this woman walked away and said goodbye, promising she’ll be back for the next game with cupcakes this time, they shared a specific look.

it’s not the first time, either. that look, if you’re wondering, was one where they agreed without speaking that they were greedy for something. never needing to say it aloud. the last time they shared this look was a few months ago on a trip to mexico. surrounded by drinks, scenery, and beautiful women. women of whom they fucked together. it wasn’t a big deal to them to share women, or have sex in general. they shared similar interests so they didn’t mind combining desires. they liked what they liked. and one things for certain; they wanted you. so fucking bad they couldn’t even function for the rest of the day. seeing you walk away, the way your hips switched in the light blue denim you wore as you held your friends son hand and walked him to your honda, buckling him in and waving to them.

as promised, and to their fucking grace, you arrived to the next game the following week. bringing your cupcakes like you said. moist desserts they indulged in themselves. you watched with dirty images in your cute little head as keigo, the coach, moans and licks his lips after icing coats them, locking his eyes on you to make you more nervous. these two men before you hovering over you making you feel small. deep voiced, lanky and gentlemanly. they make your face burn up, trying your best not to stutter when around them. you keep going to the games, too many times for them to get the hint that you wanted them too. your friend questions you once, wondering why you keep attending even after she’s no longer ill.

there wasn’t anything to hide. you wanted to fuck them. in your eyes they looked like they were down for it, or maybe they were genuinely just being nice to you. but, you’ve taken notice they they don’t even treat your friend like this, so they had to have felt the same. ukai, keigo’s friend was bold enough to ask if you were dating anyone—to which you said you were only ‘having fun’, keigo catching on immediately. it’s ironic one day you’re pushing a cart in the supermarket for dinner to make, seeing a recipe on food network you wanted to recreate and running here—and running into them. engaging in small conversation before things in your mind—flip.

quite frankly, you were sick of dragging it. you needed to know. needed to know how they’d handle you if you asked for it. it’s been driving you mad for days on end. you were insatiably horny, and they were hot. you wanted them in your bed, in you, to be clear. so, you invite them over, and they’re fucking glad you did, feeling the exact same way about the waiting game. it’s all in your face, your cheery smile towards the cashier that glances at the brooding men standing behind you like possessive boyfriends to the way they carry your bags to your car and follow behind you when you drive unnervingly quick. you’re giddy. ukai and keigo exiting their vehicle and watching as your fuzzy slippers slip out of the car to see you emerge out, that tan bodycon dress hugging your curves making both men shift in their spots.

you can’t decipher the difference between them. which ones the calm, collective and stern one while the other is the playful, go with the flow man. who’s the dominant? who’s willing to be rough with you without constantly worrying about if they’re hurting you? the word gentle wasn’t on your mind for tonight’s activities. you wanted it to be dirty, nasty, unhinged. wanted them to treat you like their whore, their personal toy, their girl. you didn’t say much after dropping your groceries on the counter in the kitchen, kicking off your slippers before both men are watching you stroll up the steps of your home. ukai with his arms folded and brows raised while keigo has his hands stuffed in his sweats pockets.

you turn your head. “well? you coming or not?”

it’s not long after that you find yourself on your back with your knees to your chest with two pairs of eyes on your drenched cunt. you’re clawing at the backs of your thighs that twitch each time the two men before you, crouched on their knees at the edge of the bed, share your sweet pussy in their mouths. they took turns sucking on your clit, ukai coming close to bury his face between your thighs, licking, spitting, shaking his head and moaning in your sloppy pussy before pulling back and letting the keigo have his chance. this went on for a good five minutes, wanting to get you ready for them so it wouldn’t hurt. not to brag, but what they were carrying in their pants were heavy, long or thick—all of which you were blessed to see after they undressed before you. ukai entirely bare while keigo left only his black tee on.

they kept you on your back, ukai positioning you where he wanted you with his thick thighs situated by either side of your head, tapping his dick on your lips with his head cocked to the side, sucking his lips in as you dart your tongue out to catch the precum leaking from his tip.

“ah, you dirty girl,” ukai grins, lifting his dick away. “lemme play with you for a bit. you’ll get it soon.”

it’s crazy how fast these two men you’ve only just met a few days ago have you completely mind fucked over them. keigo’s big hands molding the flesh of your ass in his palms, spanking you and mouthing at your pussy once again before he fucks you, grinding his dick against the silk sheets of your bed. lifting your midsection to push onto his face as you claw at ukai’s thigh with your left hand while the other rakes through and tugs at keigo’s fluff of blonde.

“ssshit,” your voice strains the moment he overpowered the hold you had on his head to lift it enough for him to filthily spit on your pussy before clamping his mouth around you again, humming and shoving two of his fingers into you, twisting and hastily licking at your clit flatly, tongue fat and salivating so much.

while keigo’s occupied, ukai takes it upon him to catch your attention, seeing the dark glint in his gaze as he cups his balls with his left hand, slightly massaging while his right fists his cock, the veins running down his arms to his hands making you desperate for him. he looked so fucking good. both of them did. a sight for sore eyes. they’re like models. as of now, your personal porn stars. his tongue pokes out his mouth as his teeth holds it still, brown tinted over his eyes as he watches you open your mouth for him to slide his dick inside, rolling his eyes back at the outline in your throat.

“mhm, you take it so well,” ukai’s hips roll to thrust into your mouth, drooling around his dick as you hold onto his thigh, laying there and being good for him. keigo’s kissing up your chest now, tongue tracing after every kiss, groping your tits in his hands before his mouth is there too, swallowing at your nipples and humping his dick against your tummy. so fixated on your body. drive on high.

“want me to shoot it down your throat?” ukai’s clutching your neck as he thrusts his cock a little quicker, a gruff chuckle leaving his mouth as he watches you gargle and nod as keigo sits on he heels of his feet and throws your legs over his shoulder after spitting on your clit and massaging you with his fingers. “that’s cute, isn’t it kei?”

“real fuckin’ cute,” keigo hisses as he slides his dick past your gummy walls squeezing and milking him just right. keigo’s eyes go white momentarily, groaning as his hips roll and snap, reaching places inside you no man has ever touched. ukai pulls his dick from your mouth and lowers onto his knees, cock in his fist while the other caresses your face, wanting to watch you.

you screech. voice cracking the minute keigo fucks you harder, greedily tugging you down on his cock, eyes dangerously observing the movement of your soft stomach, to your tits, then your face bawled in a mixture of serenity and loss of consciousness. keigo licks his lips before taking your own in a sloppy wet kiss, moaning as he fucked your mouth with his tongue the same way he did when he ate you out, lips smacking with greed. you claw at your chest, pinching your taut nipples, whereas ukai took it in himself to shove three fingers into your mouth.

   "suck,” he squints his eyes, biting his lip once your full lips enclosed around his fingers, getting them wet enough for him to pull them out and lower them near your thrumming clit, so sensitive you scream and clamp your legs closed around keigo’s waist.

   "stop it, open your legs,” keigo grunts out, spanking your outer thigh harshly. you yelp and part them without another say. "you can cum for us again. I want you to cum all over me. let me feel it."

   you weakly nod. "mhm."

   ukai grips your chin, keeping your eyes lingered. "answer him properly. be a good girl.”

   you whine, inner thighs ridiculously wet you almost felt embarrassed for how aroused this all made you feel. "yesss, i’ll cum for you.”

   "ah, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” ukai kisses your lips, stroking his cock faster when he glances at keigo briefly and realizes that he’s close, his strokes turning sloppy. “no, right? now be an even better girl and cum right now. kei needs it. I need it.”

you obey, of course, lower lip trembling as you nod and gasp, removing the hand that supported your chest and setting it on your throat, keigo taking this as an obvious note that you wanted to be choked. both men grin, keigo tightening his hand enough for your face to blow up and pupils tint, still making sure you could breathe. he fucks you thoroughly while ukai continues to rush his fingers on your bud as you cum around keigo, mouth hanging and for a few seconds no sound came before they see you burst into tears and moan in the air, chest rapidly heaving and legs quivering like a stun gun came to contact with you. toes curling from how violent your orgasm was.

“fuck,” keigo crumbles as your honeydew lips flood out weak whimpers and whines, removing his hand from your throat, aggressively folding you beneath him before ramming his cock roughly into your leaking cunt, skin clapping and the air in your throat making you choke and gasp even more. your nails dig into his flexing arms. he’s merciless, beating your pussy to remind it that he owns it now.

“shh, just let him cum, baby,” ukai is near too, grunting in your mouth he kisses to swallow your sounds. ukai feels all the blood rushing to the tip of his dick, taking his hand away so he can keep his promise by cumming down your throat. as much as keigo didn’t want to, he builds up the energy to pull out before shooting thick ropes of white over your cute tummy, reaching up to your tits as he takes his breath.

“fuck, baby. you’re sum’ else,” keigo smacks your ass like he’s giving you a ‘good job’ teammate pat. throat dry as he gathered spit to gulp down before falling back. “fuck, i’m out.”

“good, move,” ukai nearly drags you away from him, bringing you onto the floor with him. he’s so fast with it that it makes your clit jump with excitement. ukai has your forearms in his grasp as you’re bent forward in front of him, raising his hips to encase his cock inside your cunt before he’s rutting inside you salaciously. your head hangs and your tits bounce as he chases his orgasm, humming deep in his throat as the flesh of your ass clashes with his toned hips. you can see the reflection of him in your mirror nearby, his pretty blonde hair pushed back by his headband, eyes dark and trained only on you. the rug burn you get on your knees, his inordinate breathing, filthy moans and vicious cock fucking you stupid—you cum again.

ukai chuckles, feeling the clench on his cock that stretches you so good. both of them used it so well it’s unbelievable. you unsteadily clap your ass back onto him. he’s in awe with you, clutching your neck to pull your back to his chest as he pounds harder. “damn, kei. think we gotta call off the game for tomorrow. i need a few more hours with this one.”

keigo laughs along with his best friend, situating himself in front of you after coming off the bed, pressing his nose to yours as you cry and try your absolute best to catch your breath. keigo hums as he smirks wickedly slow, hazel eyes enchanting, capturing you. having both men cloud your senses with their scents and presence’. sandwiched between them as ukai lays his forehead on your back and holds off on his orgasm, edging himself, getting something else in mind.

“what do you say we make her bounce on this dick, huh?” ukai spanks your ass hard after letting your arms go, your body falling limply into keigo’s chest.

“bet she’d love that.”

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