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You and Maki are out of Yuuta’s league... by a long shot. Confident, gorgeous, top of the class, always together, holding each others’ love interests to the highest standards – anyone in your school would consider themselves lucky if you or Maki were to look at them twice. 

And Toge knew how hot Yuuta found you – both of you. Frankly, it was hard for Toge to tell which one of you made him blush harder when you’d walk by, because seeing one of you without the other was a once-in-a-blue-moon sighting. Yet whenever Toge would nudge Yuuta to warn him of your approach, giving him that little smirk as if to say, “C’mon, say hi to them! You know you want to”, Yuuta’s eyes would go wide and he’d give Toge a death glare, silently begging him to not make things obvious.

Yuuta may be shy and socially awkward, but he’s anything but stupid; he knows how things like this work. He’d be damned before he’d embarrass himself trying to shoot his shot with either of the two most popular girls in the class and getting instantly shut down. 

But tonight, Yuuji, an acquaintance of Toge and Yuuta’s from the class below them, is hosting a post-midterm party at his place, meaning there’s a lot of alcohol in Toge’s system - and he can be prone to being a little shit.

So when he stumbled out of the bathroom to see you and Maki giggling and pulling each other into the guest room next to Yuuji’s room, Toge simply couldn’t help himself. He whipped out his phone, grinning devilishly as he staggered down the hallway, texting his best friend to meet him at the guest room immediately - there was a surprise there ;)

Yuuta approached the room assuming that Toge was in there, maybe with more shots in hand that Yuuta would have to talk him out of doing.

Now imagine his surprise when he creaked open the door to find you straddling Maki, seated on the edge of the bed, both of you giggling softly in between kisses as you made out. 

Of course, Yuuta’s first instinct was to slam the door shut – what else would he do? He’s not a creep!

And yet, here he stands now. A full minute has passed, and he’s frozen in place, staring dumbly through the open slit in the door, contemplating what to do. How did he get here? Did Toge know that you and Maki were in here? He must have, right? 

Yuuta feels his palms growing sweaty as he watches Maki’s hands travel to your butt, roughly pulling you closer against her. Were you and Maki dating? He feels heat swirl in his stomach as you grab at Maki’s - now messy - ponytail, pulling her head back, making her moan lowly. How did nobody know this? Yuuta didn’t even know either of you were gay! 

You whisper something in Maki’s ear, and Yuuta watches Maki’s eyebrows perk up in interest. Yuuta tries to calm his breathing as he finds himself leaning forward subconsciously, as if trying to hear what you’re whispering. He’s white knuckling the door handle, pushing it open just a millimeter more. Yuuta bites his lip as he hears you laugh against Maki’s neck, and watches Maki smile dangerously, before her eyes shoot to the door, locking with Yuuta’s. 

It takes him almost a full second to process this. When he finally does, he nearly jumps out of his skin, gasping sharply. 

“I–I’m sorry!” He yelps, slamming the door so fast he catches his shirt in it. He tries to run, but gets yanked back, opening the door again in a panic to get it out. 

“Yuuta, stop. Don’t leave.” 

Your voice isn’t raised – you simply say it out loud – but it catches Yuuta’s ears so sharply that there’s nothing he can do but freeze in place, hand on the doorknob, face concealed just behind the crack, his heart beating out of his chest. 

You know his name?

After another ten seconds of Yuuta standing behind the crack in the door, panicking over what to say, his face hidden, you and Maki look at each other before laughing out loud. 

“Come on, don’t be shy now. We already saw you,” you call out sweetly. 

“Come in,” Maki echoes. 

Slowly, inch by inch, the door creaks open, revealing Yuuta, his cheeks burning, eyes wide and panicked like prey, frantically darting back and forth between you and Maki. At this point, you’ve pulled yourself off of Maki’s lap, and are sitting next to her at the foot of the bed. 

Yuuta clears his throat, trying to form his defense, but the only thing that comes to mind is, “I-I…I didn’t mean to–”

“Come in,” Maki repeats, “Don’t just stand there gawking. Or did you not hear me?” 

Yuuta is confused to say the least, but finds himself unable to resist either of your commands. As if his body is being controlled by another mind, he takes two shaky steps forward into the room. His hand lingers on the door, looking between you and Maki questioningly.

“What? Are you waiting for a command?” you raise an eyebrow at him, an amused smile etched across your face. “Shut the door.” 

Yuuta nods quickly, pulling the door closed behind him. As the handle clicks shut, Yuuta feels his stomach lurch with anxiety. What has he gotten himself into? Are you guys gonna yell at him? Call him a pervert? He has to explain himself.

“I’m so sorry–” he starts, fists opening and closing at his sides. “I-I just…I was.. I just…” 

“You-you-you just…?” Maki raises an eyebrow at him. Yuuta shivers, feeling his stomach flip at her tone. 

“Was just…w-walking by…I–I didn’t see anything, really! I-I can just go, and–”

“No? You didn’t see anything? You weren’t standing there for the past few minutes watching us make out?” 

Yuuta shakes his head rapidly, at a loss for words. 

“So did you get a boner the second you passed the door?” You ask him, still smiling, “or were you just walking around the party with it?”

Yuuta gulps, eyes dropping down to his crotch, feeling his cheeks flush with shame at the noticeable tent in his pants. He had been so caught up in his confusion and anxiety that he didn’t even notice himself getting hard. 

“Which one is it?” you ask again, still sounding amused. Yuuta doesn’t think he can lift his gaze to meet yours, and even if he could, he doesn’t know who to look at. So he just continues to stare at the ground, fingers grasping at the sides of his t-shirt, trying to pull it down enough to cover his crotch. 

“I-I’m sorry,” he blurts out, before mumbling almost inaudibly, “Please don’t tell everyone.” 

Yuuta doesn’t have to specify who everyone is – you both know who he means. The entire class – no, the whole school for that matter – would surely eat up a rumor about Yuuta the creep, peeking into rooms at parties and getting boners from watching popular girls make out. 

Yuuta can already feel tears of humiliation pricking in his eyes just from thinking about it. The way people will look at him in the hallway, the whispers from under their breaths. The way he will go from being comfortably invisible to being under constant judgement and scrutiny. 

For a minute – a whole, long, dreadful minute – the room is left blanketed in silence; one so suffocating that it draws the tears from Yuuta’s eyes, leaving them running down his hot cheeks in shameful little trails. 

“Look at us,” Maki commands him. Yuuta grits his teeth and forces himself to raise his head, lip wobbling with the effort of trying to hold in any audible noises of distress. You and Maki leave Yuuta in suspense for another painful ten seconds before you look at each other, smile, and burst out laughing. 

“Oh, you poor thing,” You spring up off the bed, making Yuuta jump like a bunny, before making your way across the room to him and taking his hand in yours. Yuuta feels his stomach flip with excitement again at the warm feeling of your hand in his, and he hardly can process what’s happening as you drag him behind you towards the bed. “Were we too mean to you? Huh?” 

“Oh please, we were not. He was the one creeping on us,” Maki reminds you as you push Yuuta down onto the bed, mumbling a quick “sit,” to him. 

“Yeah, but look at him, he’s crying,” you coo at him like he’s a cold, wet animal on the side of the street. “I’m sorry, Yuuta, did we make you cry?” you pout at him as you wipe the tears from his face, and Yuuta frantically grasps at the bedding in his hands, stiffening up at your touch. It feels so nice against his face, but he’s still so anxious, and he really can’t tell if you’re messing with him or not. But the way your soft fingers stroke against his skin is rendering his brain completely unable to work out your motive. 

“Yeah, but look, he’s still hard. Don’t feel too bad for him,” Maki sneers at him, gesturing to his crotch. Yuuta mentally curses his body for being so out-of-step with his brain right now, and frantically grabs at the hem of his shirt, trying to pull it down. 

“Stop that, it’s okay,” you swat his hands away, accidentally brushing against Yuuta’s bulge in the process, and Yuuta jerks, letting out an audible whimper. Your eyes light up as Yuuta clamps a hand over his mouth and you turn to Maki, ecstatically. “Maki, did you hear that?? He’s sensitive!”

“Of course he is, he’s probably never been laid before,” Maki scoffs, crawling closer to Yuuta on the bed before leaning down towards him a bit, her low-cut cowl-neck top putting her cleavage on full display. Yuuta swallows thickly, feeling himself twitch in his pants, and tries to look anywhere else. “Am I right, Yuuta? Are you a virgin?” 

Yuuta shakes his head no, cheeks flushing harder, squeezing the fabric of his shirt in his hands. He’s not lying – he technically lost his virginity during his freshman year of college to a girl in his debate club. However, it was a terrible experience. She had expected him to throw her onto the bed and boss her around, have his way with her, and Yuuta had panicked, having no idea what to do or say. He was way too nervous about his performance to enjoy a single second of it. He didn’t even cum – he’s pretty sure she didn’t, either – but he technically isn’t a virgin. 

Maki doesn’t seem to believe him, though.

He knows this because she raises a scrutinizing eyebrow at him and says, “I don’t believe you.” 

“I-..I’m not, though…” Yuuta stutters. 

“Yeah? So you’re experienced, huh? You know how to make a girl feel good?” 

Yuuta blushes again, lowering his head, his lip still wobbling from the anxiety. 

“Maki, stop it, you’re being too mean. Look at him, he’s gonna cry again! Poor thing,” You place your hand on Yuuta’s thigh, rubbing up and down gently. You intend it as a comforting gesture, but Yuuta’s cock jumps at the contact, and his hands fly to cover his face as he lets out an embarrassing noise. 

Yuuta stays hidden behind his hands while you and Maki whisper to each other for a minute. He peeks through his fingers to look at your hand on his thigh – your delicate fingers with your pale pink acrylic nails, rubbing soothing circles into his thigh just inches from his crotch. Yuuta feels a fresh wave of blood rush to his groin at the thought of what your hand would look like higher up, rubbing your thumb over his bulge instead of his leg. Or under his pants – what would your pretty fingers look like wrapped around his cock? 

Yuuta whines into his hands at the thought, his hips bucking up against his will, and it snaps you and Maki out of your whisper session. You give one last look at each other before you each take one of his hands, gently peeling them away from his face. Yuuta sniffles, eyes darting nervously between yours and Maki’s. 

Maki wears a twisted smile on her face, almost like she’s seen something disgusting, and yet it’s intriguing her nonetheless. Your expression is different but equally disconcerting - like he’s a pet and you’re about to act on your cuteness aggression; like you want to eat him. 

You open your mouth, and Yuuta squirms with anxiety, but whatever he expected you to say flies out the window when you ask, 

“Do you want to fuck us?” 

Yuuta doesn’t fully process that this is really happening - regardless of his eager yes - until you’re pressed flush on his lap, your lips meeting his, grinding against his bulge. Yuuta’s eyes blow wide and he moans into your mouth, his hips bucking up to meet yours. He tries to focus on kissing you back, scared you’re gonna taste his inexperience on your tongue and change your mind, but the pressure against is cock is already rendering him unable to focus. 

Yuuta’s lips go slack against yours as he pants desperately into your mouth, his head starting to lull back against the headboard at the feeling. 

“Aren’t you gonna kiss me back?” you whisper, smiling against his lips. 

“I-I can’t, I–fuck…it’s a lot…S-slow down, please?” 

Yuuta lets out a relieved breath as your hips still against his bulge, and Maki laughs out loud.

“Damn, she’s not even doing anything yet. A little grinding and you’re already going dumb? How touch starved are you?” 

Yuuta drops his head in embarrassment, mumbling out an apology, and you cup his face in your hands, raising it up so his eyes meet yours. “Heyy, don’t be sad. It’s okay! We can go slow, don’t worry,” you smile at him, pressing a kiss to his nose. 

Yuuta feels himself melt under your gaze, never having had someone be this kind or gentle with him – and it’s not just someone, it’s you. He clears his throat, trying to keep himself grounded. “C-can…can we try again?” He looks up at you, big eyes so hopeful, and you have to fight to swallow down your urges for the time being. “...Really wanna kiss you,” he adds softly. 

“Of course we can,” you gently tilt his head up and press your lips against his. Now that you’ve stilled yourself against him, Yuuta can actually focus, and god, he didn’t know kissing could feel this good. Your taste is intoxicating – he feels dizzy as you slip your tongue into his mouth, and he grips the sheets again to ground himself. 

He jumps when he feels Maki start to slide herself behind him, settling down between him and the headboard with her legs on either side of him, his back pressed against her chest. He tries to remain calm and focus on kissing you, even as he feels Maki’s boobs pressing against his shoulder blades. Maki wraps her hands around him, gently caressing his stomach through his shirt. Yuuta loses his rhythm again, moaning against your mouth, and you pull away. 

“No, please-” Yuuta leans forward, chasing after your lips.

“Shhh,” you shush him, pressing a finger to his lips, and Maki pulls him back against her. Yuuta pouts, already missing your taste. “Relax. Be patient.” Your hands fall to the bottom of your shirt, starting to pull it up. Yuuta’s eyes widen and he bites his lip in anticipation - he doesn’t even notice Maki pulling up his own shirt until it reaches his armpits. 

“Arms up,” she instructs him, and he listens without thinking, letting her pull his shirt up over his head. 

Yuuta feels a slight twinge of embarrassment at being shirtless in front of his two crushes, but it quickly dissolves at the sight in front of him. You’re not wearing a bra, as it would have ruined the look of your backless going-out top, and Yuuta feels himself go dumb at the sight of your chest. He stares like an idiot, looking like he got factory-reset, and all of his data is still uploading into his brain. 

“What? Never seen boobs before?” You smile at him, and when he doesn’t respond after a moment, you reach forward to tweak one of his nipples. Yuuta jolts, letting out a whine, but he can’t bring himself to look away. 

“No, I-I have,” he mumbles defensively, his cheeks flushing harder. 

“Okay, then breathe,” you laugh at him, leaning in to kiss him again. 

“...You’re just really pretty,” he mumbles against your lips. “...that’s all.” 

You pull away for a second just to meet his eyes, the innocent sincerity behind his compliment making your heart swell in your chest. “Thanks,” you whisper, “so are you.” 

“Eugh, so sappy,” Maki glances at Yuuta’s hands, still white-knuckling the bed sheets. “You know you can touch her, right?” she whispers in his ear. 

Yuuta just blinks, shivering at her breath against his neck.

“C-can I?” he whispers to you.

“Of course you can, Yuuta,” you smile warmly at him. The way his name rolls off your tongue combined with Maki grabbing his hands and bringing them up to cup your boobs makes his stomach swirl with heat. He squeezes them gently, making you grind against his lap at the feeling. 

“Ngh,” Yuuta whines, kneading them more. “S-So soft.” 

“They’re nice, huh?” Maki whispers to him. “You’re lucky you get to touch them, you really don’t deserve it.” Her hands settle on Yuuta’s chest, tweaking both of his nipples again. He jolts, squeezing your boobs harder at the intensity. “You should thank her.” 

“T-Thank you,” He stutters out against your lips, “thank you.” 

“Of course, Yuuta.”

You continue to let him play with your boobs as you kiss him, but you scoot yourself back off of his bulge when you notice Maki’s hands making their way downward. 

Yuuta whines in protest at the lack of pressure, bucking his hips up. 

“Shhh. Be patient, love,” you remind him, trailing your kisses across his face, down to his jaw, and onto his neck. 

Yuuta pants, throwing his head back against Maki’s shoulder. 

“Feeling good?” you whisper to him.

“Uh-...uh-huh…” Yuuta nods his head, not trusting himself with words. He bites his lip hard to suppress the loud noise that bubbles up in his throat as Maki’s hands come to play with the button of his pants.

“Is this okay?” you whisper to him between kisses against his sensitive skin, “Can we take off your pants?”

Yuuta feels nervous, especially with the way Maki has been teasing him, but your soft words in his ear are like a spell, and he doesn't think he can do anything to disagree with you. He nods his head like he’s in a trance, imagining the nice things you’ll say to him for listening to you. 

“Good boy,” you whisper to him, just as he imagined. Yuuta squeezes his eyes shut, trying to ignore the way he feels like he could cum just from the combination of Maki’s hands pulling him out of his pants and that phrase coming from your mouth if he let himself. 

Yuuta lifts his hips a bit so you and Maki can work his pants (and boxers) down his legs, and you gasp, startling him, and making his hands fly to cover his face.

“Yuuta!” He perks up, shifting one finger on his face so his eye can peek out at you. “It’s so pretty!!” 

Yuuta whimpers, covering his eye again, feeling himself blush intensely. 

“Maki, look! Look how cute!”

Maki leans over his shoulder, grinning. “Yeah, he’s pretty.” 

“Look how pink it is! He’s so hard.” 

“Look how much he’s leaking,” Maki bites Yuuta’s ear softly. “It’s dripping down the side already. He’s wet like a girl.” 

“Awww, so cute,” you resist the urge to run your finger up his shaft, collecting the excessive precum that’s dripping down. 

The way the two of you are talking about him to each other as if he’s not there, or rather, like he’s not on the same level as you, makes his brain turn to mush. You’re treating him like a dog, and as humiliating as it is, Yuuta doesn’t think he’s ever been harder in his life.

You lean down and blow against his cock, and Yuuta gasps, tensing his muscles to keep his hips still.

“Awh, he’s so twitchy, too,” you giggle. “You like being praised? Huh, Yuuta?”

Yuuta fights against his humiliation, nodding rapidly, still finding himself unable to resist following any words that come out of your mouth.

“I think he likes being belittled,” Maki comments. “He’s a little perv and he knows it. He’s lucky just to be here.” 

“Noo,” you pout, gently rubbing at Yuuta’s tip with one finger, a choked moan ripping itself from his throat as his cock twitches up hard, chasing your retreating hand. 

“Nghhh!”

“He’s a good boy, I can tell. Aren’t you, Yuuta?” 

“Please,” Yuuta pants, pushing his hips up at you. 

“Please what?” you tilt your head at him. “Please can you t-touch it? It hurts.” 

“See, Maki? He knows how to ask nicely,” Your hand forms a ring around his cock, but you don’t touch it, hovering right around his tip. “You want me to touch you, huh, puppy? It hurts?”

“Yes! Please, please–”

“Don’t move,” Maki whispers sharply, as if reading his mind. 

Yuuta fights to not buck up into your hand. You’re so close to touching him! 

“I don’t know,” you look up at Maki playfully. “What do you think, Maki? Should I?” 

Yuuta feels all of his dignity slipping away, his hips trembling. He watches as another drop of precum beads at his tip. 

“Please. I’ll do anything. I’ll be so good for you, please, I need it–I–...oh fuck!”

Yuuta’s eyes roll back into his head as you remove your hand completely, dip your head down, and wrap your lips around his cock, instantly taking half of him into your mouth and sucking hard.

“Fuck, fuck, no w-wait...oh my god, I can't–hah–I-ngghh~" Yuuta’s hands fly to the nearest thing, which happens to be Maki’s thighs wrapped around him, and he grips them tightly, his head falling back on her shoulder. He expected your hand – he really doesn't think he can handle this. He doesn’t even try to control his moans, so blown away at the feeling, and Maki chuckles at the intensity of his response as you allow him to gently fuck himself up into your mouth.

“Do you like it, Yuuta?" Maki whispers in his ear.

"Y-yes but I–ahh- s'too good…I-fuck please...s-slow down!”

You don't listen to him, instead sinking your head lower, taking him all the way into your mouth until his tip hits the back of your throat. Yuuta's pupils blow wide as he feels his stomach start to tighten.

“Shit, I can’t…wait–fuck–” Yuuta tries to squirm away from your mouth, but Maki throws her legs over his, pinning them down. He squeezes his eyes shut, forcing himself to take deep breaths. 

“Please, I-I really can’t...m’gonna cum already–”

“You better not cum yet, it’s been ten seconds. Look at her.” Maki bites into Yuuta's neck and he shivers, feeling himself teeter closer to the edge.

He shakes his head, his eyes blurring with tears.

“Hnngh…c-can’t…”

“I thought you were gonna be good for us?” Maki bites down harder and Yuuta wails, squirming in place, but having nowhere to go to escape the onslaught of sensations. He blinks away his tears and glances down at you. At your beautiful face that he’s stared at so many times – probably jerked off to even more times –, at your delicate lips stretched around his thick cock, almost as pink as the gloss you’re wearing at this point, at the way your pretty hands rest on his thighs, gently rubbing at his skin. It’s so lewd. Yuuta moans in disbelief, stuttering out your name as he snaps his head away, feeling his balls tighten. 

“Fuck. I can’t, I really c-can’t. G-Gonna cum. Ahhh-please–”

“Look at her,” Maki snarls. 

“I can’t!” Yuuta buries his head in her arm, tears streaming down his face. “I can’t, I’m really gonna cum!”

“Don’t you dare. It’s been twenty seconds.”  “I-I can’t help it! I can't!” Yuuta looks down at you, trying to think of anything to stop himself from cumming. But as soon as your eyes shoot up to meet his, he knows he’s fucked. The glint in them is so knowing – like Maki’s words are telling him one thing, but your eyes are telling him another, and he really can’t help it anymore.

Yuuta lets out a pathetic cry as he cums down your throat, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. The shame of cumming so soon fights for control of his mind against the overwhelming pleasure he’s feeling. “Fuuuckk…aahhh-…m’sorry…I’m so s-sorry, ohmygod–ngggh…”

You let him rock his hips up into your mouth as he rides out his orgasm, knowing he really has no control over it, letting his hot cum pool in your mouth, holding it there. After a minute, you pull off, keeping your mouth shut, and give Maki a knowing look, which goes completely over Yuuta’s head. 

Yuuta pants, the realization of what happened setting in, and quickly glances at you as you inch closer to him, his stomach flipping with anxiety. “I-I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean t--mmfffhh–” Yuuta’s cut off as Maki grabs his face, squeezing his cheeks as she tilts his head up. 

“Open.” 

Regardless of his confusion, Yuuta opens his mouth without protest, whining at Maki’s almost painful grip on his jaw. 

You lower yourself towards his face, and for a moment, Yuuta thinks you’re going to kiss him. But then you smirk before opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue, letting Yuuta’s cum drip out of your mouth and straight into his own. 

“Nggh-” Yuuta squirms against Maki, but the way she’s pressing on his jaw keeps it open. 

“Shhh. Take it. This is what you get for not listening.” 

Yuuta sobs in defeat, keeping his tongue out for you as the rest of his cum drips into his mouth. You smile at him sweetly when you're finished, planting a kiss on his forehead, which makes his stomach swirl with warmth. 

“Swallow,” you whisper to him. Yuuta wonders if you’re actually a witch, because his body listens to you well before his brain has time to process it. 

His face scrunches at the unfamiliar taste, unsure how he feels about it, but as soon as he sees your own face light up, he knows it was worth it. 

“Good boy, Yuuta!” You scratch at his head as Maki releases his jaw, and Yuuta lets out a relieved breath, nuzzling his head into your hand. 

You press a kiss to his lips and Yuuta melts into it, whining into your mouth. He draws in a shaky breath as you pull away, looking down at his hands. “M'sorry for cumming so soon…” 

You were honestly planning on teasing him more, but seeing his face, the tears brimming in his big, sad puppy eyes, you can’t resist comforting him. 

“Awwh, it’s okay, love. I know, that was a lot.” You bring your hand to his face, gently rubbing at his cheek, assuming he’s done for the night. You’re a little disappointed, but it was your fault, after all. He did warn you he was gonna cum – many times. 

To your surprise, though, Yuuta turns his head and licks your palm. 

“C-Can we go again?” he breathes, looking up at you with hooded eyes. 

You ignore Maki’s snort of laughter.

“You wanna go again, puppy?” You smile at him, wiping at one of the tears that still hadn’t dried on his cheek. “Are you sure you don’t need a break?” 

Yuuta shakes his head rapidly. “No, I can do it! Please. W-wanna go again.” 

Yuuta grabs your free hand, feeling a bit bold, and brings it down to his cock, which is already hard again. He shudders as soon as you make contact with it, whining at you, and with the look of pure desperation on his face, you realize you couldn’t say no to him even if you wanted to. 

“Fuck,” you mutter, stroking him lazily, his head falling forward onto your shoulder at the pleasure. 

“Please,” he whines in your ear, “Gonna last longer this time. Promise~” 

It’s only a matter of minutes until you have Yuuta on his back, both you and Maki stripped naked. 

Yuuta had begged both of you to let him help you, but you had refused, forcing him to watch as you slowly stripped each other. 

Yuuta has been lazily stroking his cock for the past few minutes now, watching with hearts in his eyes as the two of you undress, taking your time, kissing each other all over, putting on a show for him. 

Finally, the two of you pull away from each other and look at him with a smile. 

“You wanna keep touching yourself, or do you wanna fuck us?”

Yuuta rips his hand off his cock so fast, as if he thought he could hide what he was doing, bolting upright from his relaxed position against the pillows. 

“Please. Please, I’m so ready I-...I’m so hard for you.” 

“I can see that,” Maki chuckles at him, slowly crawling into his lap. She stops for a moment, pressing herself against him, breathing out a moan as her clit brushes against his cock. She drops her forehead against Yuuta’s, smirking at him as she rolls her hips again. Yuuta gasps loudly at the contact, practically drooling as he ruts up against Maki’s pussy. His eyes light up hearing her moan again, the thought of him making one of you feel good instead of just the other way around getting him more worked up than he thought was possible. 

“Y-You’re so pretty,” he stutters out, fighting to keep his eyes from fluttering shut as she rubs him through her folds, spreading her wetness on his cock.

“I know,” she grins at him, leaning forward to bite at his bottom lip. Yuuta whines loudly, his cock twitching hard.

“Please. P-Please, Maki–I need it,” He dumbly ruts his cock up against her, waiting for her to slip him inside, but to his dismay, she simply chuckles again, pushing on his chest until he’s laying down closer to flat, propped up on the two pillows you had slipped behind him without him noticing. 

“Relax. Lay down.” Yuuta’s eyes dart down to her eagerly as she crawls up his chest, approaching his head. 

“Gonna sit on your face, puppy. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” 

Yuuta’s eyes light up, feeling himself salivate. 

“Oh god. Please. Please, I want it so bad, Maki, I–ngggh~” Yuuta’s desperate pleading is cut off with a moan as you rub yourself against his cock, having climbed into his lap in Maki’s place, and Yuuta breathlessly whines out your name. “Oh my god, I–please…”

At this point, Maki turns herself around so she’s hovering over Yuuta’s face, facing you. Yuuta looks up at Maki – her gorgeous thighs spread around his head, her beautiful pussy just half a foot above his face, visibly glistening with slick –, he looks down at you – straddling him, full body on display, slowly rolling your hips against his bare cock, your wetness mixing with the precum that’s been steadily dripping down his cock, your hands gently caressing his stomach – and he squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself not to cum right then and there. This is probably the only time in his life that this is going to happen to him – he can not fuck it up again. 

Maki dips her pussy down towards his lips, just enough for him to plant a desperate kiss on her clit, before she raises them up again, giggling. 

“Please,” Yuuta breathes out, heat surging through his stomach. 

You line yourself up with him, pushing just the very tip inside, just enough to clench around him a bit, before pulling him out. 

“Fuck, fuck– please!” Yuuta feels his eyes blur with tears again, reaching his breaking point. "Please what, Yuuta? You wanna fuck us?" You goad him as he nods rapidly. "Which one of us?" "Both! N-Need you both," He pants. "So greedy," Maki leers at him. “Please, I’ll do anything. If you don’t fuck me, I-I’m gonna die–mpppfhhh~”

Before he can even process it, you sink yourself fully onto his cock, right as Maki lowers herself onto his face. Yuuta can’t do anything but moan helplessly into her pussy, his hips bucking up into yours. 

“Fuuck~” You and Maki moan out at the same time, falling forward onto each other. 

“Yuuta, you feel so fucking good,” you praise him as you roll your hips, grinding yourself deeper on his cock. “You fit so perfectly. Feel how wet I am for you?” 

Yuuta whines against Maki’s folds, hands flying up to desperately grip at the backs of her thighs. Your praise goes straight to his head, and he cries more tears of pleasure, utterly overwhelmed at everything going on. Maki’s pussy in his face, yours wrapped around his cock – he briefly wonders if he died on the way to the party tonight, and was now in heaven.

The pleasure is so overwhelming that it’s hard to think – much less to eat pussy – but he forces himself to concentrate, desperately needing to please. 

He pulls his head back slightly, kitten licking at Maki’s clit before he presses his lips to it softly, kissing it twice before latching onto it and swirling his tongue. His constant moans as you bounce yourself on his dick are vibrating against Maki’s core, making her eyes flutter shut.

“Oh fuck, Yuuta,” she moans against your mouth as you capture her lips in a heated kiss. “Who–ahhh…who trained you this good, puppy?” 

Yuuta pulls back for a second, panting, his mouth a mess, his eyes completely glazed over with lust. Every time he opens his mouth, another moan is forced out of it. “N-No one…nnnnhh….” he whines loudly, licking a lewd stripe down Maki’s pussy, lapping up the wetness from between her folds. “J–hah–j-jus’ really wanna make you feel good…” 

“Aww, see Maki?” your hands come up to cup her boobs, the way they’re bouncing in front of you as she rocks herself against Yuuta’s mouth putting you in a trance. “T-Told you he was a good boy.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Maki grinds herself harder against Yuuta’s face, leaning in to kiss you again. 

The whole scene is a lot, even for you. Maki moaning into your mouth, the view of her arched over Yuuta’s face, the way he’s whining against her, helplessly rocking his hips up to meet you, combined with the way his cock fills you up so good, noticeably twitching inside you – you feel yourself getting close a lot faster than expected. 

You slow your bouncing, opting to grind on his dick instead, sunk all the way down, leaning far enough forward to rub your clit against him. 

“Fuck, Yuuta. Gonna make me cum soon,” you moan out, clenching around him. 

Yuuta feels himself go dizzy at the way you clamp around him, his mouth disconnecting from Maki’s pussy as he lets out a long, breathy moan, his eyes starting to roll back into his head. 

“Oh god… yes… please, w-wanna make you cum so bad…haaah…I-I’m close too, f-feels so good…”

“Keep using your mouth how you’re supposed to or I’ll stop,” you lie, grinning against Maki’s mouth, “if you cum before Maki does, this is never happening to you again.”

Fueled by the novel idea of the chance of this happening again, Yuuta squeezes his eyes shut, whining out through gritted teeth, feeling the knot in his stomach start to tighten. “Oh fuck, m’trying…s’hard to focus, I–ngghh…m-might cum again…ffuuck…”

“Just stick out your tongue, then." Maki rolls her eyes at his helplessness. "Dumb puppy.” 

Yuuta nods eagerly at this, obediently sticking out his tongue, and Maki drops her weight onto his face, grinding herself down while Yuuta lays there dumbly, letting her fully ride his face. 

Yuuta feels his brain going fuzzy as his cock starts to twitch harder, heat pooling stronger in his tummy. He doesn’t know what to do – it’s all too much for him – so he lays there like a good boy with his tongue out, letting the two of you use him to get off. 

Yuuta really is lucky tonight. Because just as he’s starting to realize that he can’t hold it in any longer, he feels Maki’s thighs clamp around his head as she starts to tremble, only a few seconds before he feels you clench around his cock, grinding yourself harder against him. 

“Oh fuck–I’m cumming,” Maki grips your arms, dropping her head against your shoulder. 

“Me t-too–oh my god–” you grip her just as hard, tensing up around Yuuta’s cock as you finally feel the knot in your stomach snap. You and Maki moan into each others’ necks as you ride out your orgasms on Yuuta, panting heavily. 

With the way you’re clenching around his cock, and the way Maki’s pussy is twitching against his mouth, Yuuta doesn’t stand a chance.

He can’t even warn you as he’s thrown into the most intense orgasm of his life; toes curling, eyes fully rolling back into his head as he paints your walls white, his hips rocking up into you desperately as he rides out his high. All he can do is cry at the pleasure, moaning out in between sobs, his tongue still out and completely covered in Maki. 

A good minute or two passes before any of you move. It takes Yuuta tapping frantically at Maki’s thigh, realizing that he really can’t breathe all that well, for Maki to lift herself off of him with a breathless laugh. 

Yuuta gasps for air, whining out and tensing up as you slowly slide yourself off of his cock, the oversensitivity finally kicking in. 

He pushes himself up on his elbows, looking utterly stupefied. Glancing back and forth dumbly between the two of you as if the act of doing so was gonna make the right words appear in his head.

He’s still panting heavily, mouth drenched with spit and cum, his cock weeping against his stomach and in no better shape. His thighs are shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, and he watches as you and Maki sit yourselves down in front of him, Maki leaning her head against your shoulder as you both catch your breath. 

Yuuta swallows the lump in his throat, drawing in a deep, shaky breath before he mutters, “T-Thank you~” 

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