#subby writes

The white haired man was kneeling on the carpet next to you as you settled between Caleb's spread legs, your back arched as you sat on your knees. With your perk butt perched on top of your heels, Xavier was lightly touching you, his touch so gently as he caressed your cheeks, occasionally scratching them with his nails which made your whole body shiver.

You were just wearing a baby pink lingerie set, the two men having undressed you before getting you on your knees. You gagged more as Caleb slid down your throat, about to pull away when you felt Xavier thread his fingers through your hair and keep you down. It wasn't firm enough that you couldn't pull back if you really wanted to but it wasn't gentle either, letting you know that he was there.

"Just breathe. Come on." he cooed, pushing your head a bit as you took more of the brunettes dick, "You're almost there."

"Fuck- this is killing me-" Caleb moaned, tossing his head back as you finally deep throated him, your lips pressed against the base of his cock, nose snuggling into the small tuft of hair. The sensation of your tight, wet heat all over his dick, muscles contracting as you swallowed around him which just made him feel so, so good. He felt like he was ripping apart the sofa fabrics as he now had to stop himself from thrusting his hips, wanting nothing more but to fuck your cute fucking face.

"Stay there baby. You got this." Xavier encouraged, holding you in place as you sputtered around his friends dick, "5...4...3...2....."

You grunted, Xavier keeping one hand on the back of your head while the other slid to your neck, gently wrapping his fingers around it. "And...1. Ok, slowly now."

With another gag, you started to pull off of Caleb's cock in a pace slower than what you would have done- which was probably why Xavier was directing you to prevent you from hurting yourself by pulling off to roughly. Eventually, Caleb's heavy cock popped out of your mouth, standing tall and wet with thick angry veins pumping through it.

You coughed, taking in deep breaths as you brought a hand up to pump Caleb's sticky dick, your own saliva coating your fingers as you jerked him off, smiling at the way his thighs twitched. Xavier cooed compliments at you, petting your hair with one hand while the other was still around your neck in a light choke.

"Good job, pipsqueak. You managed to- fuck- deep throat me." Caleb panted out, his will power being tested, "Told you your training was worth it."

"Such a good girl." Xavier said, using his hold on your neck to tilt your face towards him before he leaned down and kissed you. Your boyfriends had long since lost any sense of shame or hesitation so Xavier couldn't care less that he was probably tasting Caleb's cock on your tongue- as long as it was you, he'd desire you no matter what. They all would.

Xavier was wearing a casual outfit, his usual big, fluffy white hoodie coupled with an undershirt and jeans. He looked so cute- and yet here he was, making you deep throat dick while groping you. You felt yourself get more lightheaded before he finally pulled away from the deep kiss, a smile on his face as he let go of you only to trail his hands down back to your ass. His hand ran in circles over your cheeks before he grabbed your panties. But instead of whisking them off of you, he bunched them up and pulled upwards, making you squeak as your panties were suddenly pulled tight up against your juicy pussy lips.

"H-Hey!" You whined with a pout, ignoring the way Calebs' cock twitched in your hand as a response, "Cut it outtt."

"Focus on Caleb, sweet pea." Xavier simply said, giving your behind a gentle smack with his free hand, "You have to make him cum, remember?"

"Yeah pip." Caleb groaned, looking more and more debauched by the minute, "Come on. Suck my balls."

He got a hand to the back of your head and gently pulled you forward, his adams apple bobbing in anticipation. You huffed, hand still pumping his cock as you allowed yourself to be directed lower, mouth open to take a ball in your mouth. You moaned around him, the vibration making the brunette hiss. His nails were starting to peel into the fabric of the couch, causing some of the thread to snap and you couldn't help but pat yourself on the back for being able to have this effect on him.

You opened your jaw wide, suckling on his sack while your hand gave special attention to the tip of his cock, rolling his pink cockhead around in the dip of your palm. You made sure to look up at him, wanting to capture every twitch and expression, glad that you were finally allowed to give your men more pleasure. Caleb looked down at you and bit his lower lip harshly, almost like he was fighting back a moan. You could only assume that you looked filthy, with your teary eyes blinking up at him innocently even as you drove him crazy.

Xavier continued to torture you, giving your panties a final harsh tug before letting go, allowing the stretched fabric to pool on your lower back. You could feel the cloth wedged tightly into your cunt and the sudden sound of a camera shutter going off made you jump. Off to the side, Caleb's phone let out a 'ding', indicating that he had received a message. You pulled off of Caleb's balls, much to his dismay, so you could turn around and give Xavier a glare just as he pocketed his phone.

"What?" he asked innocently, "When you look this delicious, do you really think I'm not going to show you off to the others? They'd kill me if I didn't."

You rolled your eyes, "You're being dramatic."

"Well...not really. Remember the first time we got you in lingerie when Sylus and Raphael were busy? We didn't send them a picture of you and Raphael threw a tantrum? And Sylus threatened to buy out Victorias Secret so you could try them all for him?"

"...I stand corrected."

A gentle tug was given to your hair, bringing your attention back to Caleb who looked like he was either on the verge of tears or on the verge of pouncing on you. Probably both.

"Keep going, baby." he pleaded, "I'm close."

"Already?" Xavier teased, "She barely started."

"Shut up. I'd like to see how long you last once you get a taste of her mouth."

You brought your head back to the poor man's cock, licking along his veins from the base, all the way to the tip. Now you were eager to get him to cum, wanting to finally feel the sensation of one of the men you love explode into your mouth. You sealed your lips around the tip, tongue running in circles over it as your hand pumped the shaft. You dug the point of your tongue into his slit and Caleb cursed so loudly it took you by surprise. With a giggle, you started to move down deeper before pulling back, making sure to keep your tongue flat on the underside of his dick as you gradually picked up the pace.

This was the first time you were bobbing your head on a cock that wasn't a toy and you were excited! You had dreamed of doing this everytime you were made to take the silicone down your throat, wanting nothing more but to be bobbing on their cocks instead-

But maybe they weren't lying when they said you needed to practice first.

Maybe it was because it was a real cock and maybe it was because his dick was bigger than the toy- but you whined in frustration as you failed to find a rhythm. Either you weren't sucking hard enough or you went too deep and gagged too violently that you had to pull away- or you forgot to move you hand while you sucked- You were way better at this when it was a dildo!

And you could tell Caleb was getting frustrated- not at you, of course- but because he was right on the edge of climaxing but he couldn't get there yet. Not with your sloppy technique.

You whined loudly, eyebrows furrowing and tears prickling your eyes as you pulled away. With an annoyed huff, you faceplanted against Caleb's bare thigh, hiding your expression.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Caleb asked, both he and Xavier leaning over you, worried. You tried not to cry, sniffling as you rested your cheek on his thigh muscle, looking up at them, "I'm sorry. I'm not able to- ah- it's tough."

"Shhh, it's okay, sweetie." Caleb cooed, "You just need a bit of practice, that's all. Do you want to continue?"

You nodded without hesitation.

"Can you help her out?" Caleb then asked Xavier, the man gently patting your back.

"You don't want to do it?" the silver haired asked.

"I won't be able to hold myself back if I do. I don't wanna hurt her."

"Okay then. Come here, princess. Let me help you."

With one more sniffle, you sat back straight, Xavier moving his position so he was kneeling right behind you. You could feel his clothed hardness pressed against your ass but it wasn't the time for that now. You shivered as he thread his right hand through the locks of your hair, getting a good grip on you before he placed his left hand on the sofa, right beside Caleb.

"Ready?" he asked and you nodded before once again, taking Caleb's still hard erection into your mouth. Xavier let you start off by yourself, watching as you took in a few inches before his grip on your hair tightened. You shivered as he started to gently move you, taking over the reins as he set up a gentle pace. Fuck. You were being used like a toy-

And you fucking loved it.

"There we go. See? It's not that hard." Xavier said, using the grip on your hair to bob your head up and down. There was a joke there but you were too focused on sucking to crack yourself up. Caleb moaned above you, his chest starting to heave up and down from the sensation and you cheered. "That's it...pipsqueak...oh yes! Your mouth is fuck- ah- fuck!"

"I'm going to increase the pace, okay?" Xavier said before he did just that, gradually picking up speed. His grip on you was tight and firm, the man clearly taking this responsibility seriously as he guided you to bob your head up and down.

Gawk gawk gawk gawk-

"Hah. Don't enjoy yourself too much now. You're going to make me jealous."

You would have rolled your eyes again if you could. But they were too full of tears to really do much else. Saliva dripped down Caleb's cock and lathered up his balls, the man having tossed his head back as he enjoyed the pleasure. His cock was sliding up and down your throat now, the tight heat making his head spin.

"Yes- yes- yessss!" he gasped, hips sputtering as he fought against his instinct to buck into your mouth, "So close- faster-"

Xavier did as he was told and you went along with it, your head now bobbing up and down his length, gags and gasps leaving your lips as sticky threads of spit formed between your lips as Caleb's fat cock. Xavier was relentless, controlling your movements with ease.

"Gonna- ah- ah- fuck- gonna cum!"

"In her mouth or on her face?" Xavier asked in the same tone like he was asking if someone wanted a glass of water.

"In her mouth- ah- push her deeper- and keep her there- fuck!"

Xavier lifted his hand off of the couch so he could use both of them to push your face down towards the base of Caleb's cock, giving you no choice but to deep throat him. You yelped as you were stuffed completely full, body tingling as you finally felt Caleb orgasm. His cock throbbed inside you, balls clenching against your chin as he came with a roar.

"Ah! Fuck fuck fuuuuckkkk!!" Caleb babbled, tossing his head back against the couch, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His nails had somehow ripped out a bit of the couch stuffing, his thighs flexing and clenching on either side of you, back arching like a porn star. His cock spurted out semen, hot ropes of thick, white cum pouring into your mouth. You sputtered around him, throat contracting as you swallowed obediently, his dick so far down that you had no choice but to swallow.

"Good girl. Drink it all. That's it~" Xavier cooed, still pressing your head down, only letting go when Caleb visibly relaxed. You took in deep breaths as Xavier once again guided you to carefully separate from the cock in your mouth, not moving too fast. Caleb's dick left your lips a slobbered, cum stained mess, hanging heavy between his legs, clearly satisfied.

"Holy...holy fuck babe..." the man groaned, face red and sweaty, "You're amazing."

You giggled before placing your head against his thigh again, Caleb laughing along as he ruffled your hair. Xavier leaned in to place a kiss on your shoulder before he started to get up: "Let's get you a glass of water and clean you up."

But before he could get onto his feet, you grabbed his arm and pull, making him stumble a bit before he caught himself. You leaned against him, pressing your body against his chest, giving him puppy dog eyes that rivaled his own.

"I wanna make you feel good too..." you whined cutely, voice a bit hoarse, "wanna use my mouth on you..."

You felt Xavier shiver, the man clearing his throat before firmly saying: "No, baby. Maybe later. Don't want you to overwork yourself."

"I won't! I'll be careful." you insisted, not so subtly pushing your hips back a bit so your ass pressed against his clothed erection, "You don't want it?"

"You know I do. But..." Xavier trailed off, hissing at the feeling of your bubble butt against him. Caleb chuckled, grabbing his discarded boxers before standing up and shrugging them on.

"I think she'll be okay." he said to Xavier, "Besides, I'll be here to look after her and make sure she isn't overdoing it. We can consider it part of her training."

Xavier sighed, "Alright then. I suppose it won't hurt to try."

"Oh, I'm sorry." You said sarcastically at his dramatic sigh, "Is being offered a blowjob really taxing on you? You poor thing."

"Talking to me like that when I'm about to shove my cock down your throat really isn't the brightest move."

"Hah. Nice try. Caleb will stop you from being rough."

"Will he? Or will he be like me and really like the sight of you crying?"

"...Touche."

"How was the Kyoto branch?" Suguru asked as he led you towards the kitchen, a pot of miso soup still on the stove.

You shrugged your shoulders, a tired sigh leaving your lips. "Tough. Busy. But pretty good. Those kids have a lot of potential."

You didn't work as a teacher in Jujutsu high like your brother and Suguru but instead, you were often behind the scenes. Even though it is a school about Jujutsu sorcery, there was still a lot of legal and operational management that had to happen. You were one of the staff overseeing a lot of things but your main job was to make sure the student experience was as smooth and educational as could be.

Your job this time around was to organize the logistics of the upcoming tournament where the Kyoto and Tokyo branch will go up against each other and luckily, you had a brother who lived in Tokyo and so, you didn’t need to splurge on staying in a hotel because lord knows the school wouldn’t cover those expenses for you. 

"Hey, let me know if I can help with some-mmph!"

Suguru suddenly surged forward, one hand cupping your jaw, another arm around your waist before he pulled you flush against him and kissed you. Your eyes widened as his soft lips pressed against yours, kissing you like he was trying to eat you whole. He groaned as he got to slip his tongue inside your mouth, dancing with yours in a familiar routine. Your hands instinctively wrapped around his neck, your chest pressing against his as you made out with your brother- in-law, the sound of your lips and tongues smacking against each other echoing through the still air.

But you quickly came back to your senses, gasping against the kiss before you unwrapped your arms. You gripped his biceps, pushing him and finally, Suguru parted from you.

"Fuck- I missed you." He groaned, leaning forward to slot his face against your neck, taking in a deep breath before he plated his lips on you again. You squirmed, biting your lower lip to prevent yourself from moaning as he cornered you against the counter, one hand gripping the tile while the other was still holding you.

"S-Sugu!" You gasped as he licked your neck, the man knowing how sensitive you were, "W-We talked about this! We can't- hah- we can't do this anymore..."

"You expect me to live under the same roof as you and keep my hands to myself?" he asked like you had just asked him to grab the moon, "Not a chance."

"You have to!" you scolded, whimpering as he continued to mouth at your neck, the part of you that you knew he enjoyed teasing, "You're married to my brother!"

"Come on pretty. That didn't stop us before." Suguru reminded, "Fuck. Turn around."

You scolded yourself for complying as Suguru grabbed you by the waist and made you face the counter, your hands now splayed on the marble as he pressed himself against you. It wasn't rocket science to know what the hot, hardening thing pressed up against your ass was, especially when Suguru leaned over your body, pressing himself flush against you before he started rutting his hips.

"See what you do to me?" he groaned deeply against your ear, "I wanted to pounce on you the second you walked through the door."

"S-Sugu- please-" you whimpered, so weak against his hungry, hungry desire for you, "We have to stop- Satoru will c-catch us."

"You know how loud he is when he enters a room. We'll hear him before he catches us." Suguru said with far too much confidence, "Be good for me, baby."

You felt so pathetic as your will crumbled under his words, under his touch. The guilt ate up at you but not enough to make you want to actually stop. Suguru was humping at you wildly, giving your clothed ass a few mean thrusts before he suddenly pulled away. You blinked at the loss of his warmth, almost begging him to come back but you watched as he suddenly sunk down onto his knees behind you.

Uh oh.

You shivered as his hands started to run up your leg and slide underneath your skirt, bunching up the fabric as he went up and up before he caught what he was looking for. Gripping the waistband of your panties, he started to peel it off of you, a greedy look on his face as he told you to step out of them. Your nerves were on fire, anxiety shooting through you as you made sure to pay attention in case Satoru were to walk in. The strongest sorcerer in Jujutsu history- he could easily blast away the two of you with his powers if he found out about this monumental betrayal.

Of course he wouldn't but-

"Bend over babe. Arc that back for me."

Your legs shivered as you did what you're told, pressing your chest against the cold tile but you barely registered it. Your breath felt hot as your panting only increased as Suguru pocketed your panties before he started to lift your skirt up. He pushed it up and over your ass quickly, cursing under his breath as your bare sex was exposed to him.

"There she is~" he purred, leaning forward to plant a kiss against your ass cheek, "My favorite girl."

"Just- shut up and get this over with!" you hissed, face flushing red with shame and arousal. Suguru laughed before he gave your ass a mean spank, making you gasp. "You're dripping already. Don't act like you don't want this as badly as I do."

With that, Suguru grabbed both your cheeks, squeezing them a bit before he parted them more to show off your weepy kitty. He licked his lips, hunger in his eyes as the thumb of his left hand reached down to grip at your pussy lip before he pulled that too, truly exposing every nook and cranny of your cunt.

"Perfect."

Suguru leaned forward and planted a greedy, open mouthed kiss to your cunt which instantly had your knees wobbling. You brought a fist upto your mouth and bit your knuckles as Suguru started eating you out passionately. He was always wicked with his tongue, knowing just where to lick and suck to have you whimpering.

"Mmph- fuck yes-" he panted between sloppy kisses and greedy licks, his eyelashes fluttering against your skin as he did, "Tasty little pussy- mmwah~"

You could feel the blood rush to your ears, the sound of his tongue slurping up your juices and your own panting filling your senses. You thought back to how you wound up in this situation to begin with - where you were having an affair with your own brother's husband but a suckle to your clit had your thoughts dissipating, unable to focus on anything else but his mouth on you. Your knees trembled and at some point, the table was holding you up more than your own legs. 

“Mmmph, baby~” he moaned, sucking a lip into his mouth, “I can tell you- mm- missed me too. So needy for me~” 

He slid his tongue inside you and you almost drew blood from how hard you were biting down on your skin. You quickly let go though as you didn’t need Satoru noticing it and asking you how you got hurt. You placed your forehead against the cold tile of the counter, body shaking as his tongue worked its way into your pulsating hole, his hands greedily grabbing at your ass cheeks. It has been a few months since you last slept with Suguru but your body clearly remembers how easy it is to submit to him. 

“Fuck. I need you.” the man growled as he stood back up. You almost mewled at the loss of his mouth on you but the clink of him unbuckling his belt got you to snap your head back at him. 

“Wh- here?! Now?!” you hissed, watching as he pulled his cock out and- oh lord you forgot how thick he was. You gulped down the saliva that pooled in your mouth, scolding yourself for being such a depraved whore that the situation wasn’t deterring you as much as you wanted it to. 

“Yeah. I can’t wait anymore. Suguru said, one hand gripping your waist while the other held his cock steady, your brother in law moving forward so the tip of his leaky cock kissed your dripping wet entrance. 

“W-We can’t!” you whined, “Satoru could be here any- oooohhh ah- ah- fuck-” 

Suguru started to slide inside you and you almost saw white. Your fingers clenched uselessly against the counter, trying to grab onto something to ground you into reality. His cockhead popped in before he slowly drove more and more of himself inside you. He let go on his dick once he was in enough, opting to use that hand to gently press it over your mouth. 

You cried against it, your moans muffled by his palm as he just pushed and pushed, your hole stretching to accommodate him. Eventually, his hips were pressed flush against your ass and both of you moaned simultaneously once he was balls deep. 

“Oh fuck. Oh…fuck!” Suguru hissed softly, his face a beet red and his grip on you tightening, “You feel so good- I forgot how- ah- how tightly this pretty pussy hugs me.” 

You couldn’t even say anything in response. All you could hope and pray for is that Satoru takes his infamous long showers and won’t be walking in on the two of you. Pushing your skirt down would have been easy enough but this- with Suguru’s cock inside you- there’s no amount of quick thinking that would save you. 

Suguru pulled out a bit before pushing back in, making your eyes roll to the back of your head from the familiar sensation. Your body clearly missed him like she was welcoming back an old friend, your cunt gushing around his length. He leaned over you, pressing his front against your back so he could snuggle his head against your neck, muffling his own moans as he started rutting into you. 

“Missed you.” he panted against you, hand still tight over your mouth, “Missed this. Missed us.” 

You hiccuped at the obvious sound of skin slapping against skin, his heavy balls swinging and kissing your clit every time he thrust forward. You didn’t say it out loud but you missed him too. Suguru just had a dangerously intimate knowledge of your body, breaking you down with just a look if he needed to. He was daring and greedy, never one to shy away from his desires and he knew your morals were bankrupt enough to enjoy this with him. 

“Are you- mmph- still on the pill?” he asked, nibbling at your ear which made your heart skip a beat. You knew you shouldn’t but you nodded, knowing full well why he asked. 

“Good. Okay. Fuck.” he continued to pant against you, the two of your bodies getting in sync with each other. The riskiness of the situation only heightened the sensations and you found yourself being driven to climax, your cunt squeezing down on him tighter. Suguru could feel it too as he suddenly pulled away from you. You took a deep breath as he took his hand away from your mouth but you gasped as he suddenly grabbed your hips before he really started pounding into you. 

If the noise before was suspect, the sound now was downright diabolical. 

Plap Plap Plap Plap Plap Plap

Your could feel your ass rippled with each aggressive thrust forward, Suguru amping up the tempo as he fucked you silly. His cockhead kissed your cervix each time, making your eyes water from the sensation. Juices ran down one leg as he fucked you like an animal - like a man on a mission. 

“Cu-Cum- gonna-” you babbled softly, drool threatening to pool out of your mouth. 

“Cum for me, baby.” Suguru groaned, his dick throbbing inside you, “Cum. Cum. Cum!” 

Not needing any more instruction, you came. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head as a spine tingling orgasm washed over you. Your pussy sqeeeezed around him, clenching from the force of your climax, sticky juices spurting out of you. Your fingers locked as you convulsed, using all of your energy and will power to not make a sound. You were so taken by your own orgasm that it took you a second to register the sensation of something warm pouring inside you. 

Suguru bit his lower lip as he came, balls clenching as he pumped his seed inside you. He usually lasted much longer but considering the circumstances, you couldn’t really blame him. Besides, the faster he came, the safer it was for you.  

“That’s it- good fucking girl!” He panted, hips pressed flush against your ass, his own body trembling from the pleasure. Once he was spent, he slowly pulled out, the sound of your pussy fighting to keep him inside making your ears burn. He popped, cock slick with cum and juices, hanging between his legs spent and satisfied. You stayed there for a second, catching your breath as the guilt slowly started to creep back in even as Suguru pushed your skirt back over your body and rightened your clothes. 

“My p-panties-” 

“Oh, they’re mind now, baby girl. You better tighten up and make sure you don’t drip my cum on the floor.” 

You whimpered. You forgot how mean Suguru could be. 

“...On your knees. Clean me up.” he whispered, before he grabbed your arm and you went along willingly, as you always did. Even in your dizzy state, you slid down to your knees and just as you opened your mouth, he slid in. You groaned at the taste, a mix of both of your juices, a trademark taste of infidelity. 

“We’re going to have so much fun.” Suguru promised, petting your hair as he cleaned up his cock with your mouth, “I can’t wait~” 

~~~~~

The steam seemed to follow you as you exited the bathroom, your hair wrapped in a towel. Your pajamas sat loose on your body, your skin twinged a light pink from the heat of your bath. You took extra time to wash out the cum and sweat on you, the guilt unable to be washed away along with it. 

The three of you enjoyed a lovely dinner, sitting by a table that was a mere foot away from where you were bent over by your brother's husband. You laughed, chatted, gossiped and everything in between, almost forgetting what you had just done. It didn’t help that Suguru didn’t seem to hold any remorse if the way he was playing footsie with you under the table was anything to go by.  

You gnawed at your lower lip as you sat down by the vanity, plugging in the blow dryer before you aimed it towards your damp hair, your mind spiraling. You couldn't believe you were doing this. Sleeping around with Suguru behind Satoru's back was the ultimate betrayal. You were doing something awful to your loved one- consciously making the decisions to fall deeper and deeper down this depraved rabbit hole. Of course, Suguru was to blame as well, but you were both guilty in this affair.

Perhaps under 'normal' circumstances you would have confessed to Satoru. Fall down to your knees and beg for his forgiveness while informing him that the man he chose to marry was a dirty pervert who held no guilt or remorse over betraying his spouse in such a monumental manner and with his husband's little sister, nevertheless.

But, despite all of that, you knew you couldn't say anything.

Because of course, the situation couldn't be as simple as that.

It was 2 AM when you woke up. You groaned, eyes tightening before you slowly started to blink them open as you started to wake up but you were confused as it was still dark out. You were about to push yourself up when you quickly noted the warm weight pressed against your body as well as the not so subtle bump underneath your blanket.

You hissed as something wet and warm swiped over your skin as you pulled the blanket up to see what or rather who was underneath it.

"Satoru, what are you doing?"

Your top was pushed up to your collarbone, leaving your breasts bare to the night air. Satoru simply hummed as he continued to lap against your hard nipple, long eyelashes tickling your skin as your other breast was gently cupped in his hand.

"Feeding. Duh."

"Your-" you hiccuped as he suddenly sealed his lips around the nipple and started to suck, gentle pressure on your sensitive buds, "Your husband is in the other room! What if he wakes up and - hah- searches for you?!"

"Why would he assume I'm here?" Satoru asks between suckles, "He has no reason to come to your room."

God you hoped that was true. If Suguru were to wake up and find that his husband wasn't in bed, chances are he'd want to sneak into your room to play with you just for the thrill. And if that were to happen, there would be truly no explaining it.

"But, in any case, I've locked the door."

You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding, body heating up as your brother suckled your boob gently, like a baby trying to feed. He was just as spoiled and bratty as he was when the two of you first started fooling around together all those years ago. And despite being a married man, it was a habit he refused to change. 

“Satoru we can’t-” you huffed at the irony of the situation and that this was the second time you were having this argument, “We can’t do this anymore! You’re married and plus- we’re siblings!” 

“Oh, really? I had no idea.” 

“Don’t be a smartass.” you clicked your tongue, pulling on his ear as punishment, “I’m being serious! This is such a- mmph- huge betrayal.” 

“Oh, come on.” Satoru said with an affectionate roll of his eyes as he used his grip on you to push your breasts together, “ You knew what you were getting yourself into. We’re going to live together for a month and did you actually believe I was going to keep my hands to myself?” 

Satoru snorted at your silence, the way your mouth opened and closed pointlessly as you searched for a reply being a sufficient response for him. He shoved his face into the tight heat of your cleavage, pushing your boobs together even as he snuggled into the gab. He let out a soft brrrr sound as he motorboated you, truly indulging himself in your body. 

“You have a-” you hiccuped as he pulled away from motorboating to instead run his tongue over your right nipple now, “A husband! What- the two of you aren’t fucking enough so you need your little sister?” 

“Fuck- it’s so hot when you say it like that~” Satoru purred as he flicked your bud with his tongue, “Suguru’s great. I couldn’t ask for a more perfect man. But I need you too. It’s as simple as that.” 

Tits still squeezed together, Satoru opened his mouth wide before taking both nipples into his mouth at once, eyelashes fluttering as he gave you a toe curling suck that had you slapping a hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from squealing. 

“Sa-Satoru…this is so w-wrong…” 

“We’ve known that for a long time.” he said, “Why stop now?” 

You knew why. Both of you did. You were siblings. He was married. You were secretly sleeping with his husband. This situation was fucked up on every level imaginable.

But yet, when Satoru slid inside you, you felt a warmth bloom in your chest that you hadn’t felt in awhile. 

Clothes strewn on the floor, the two of you embraced each other's naked forms as your older brother took you. You wrapped your arms around him, whimpering at the familiar sensation of his hot, hard cock kissing your insides. The intimacy of bare skin pressed against each other, heat and sweat combining into one. The thrill and the excitement of this tremendously taboo relationship still felt as exhilarating as the first time the two of you crossed this boundary. 

Your nails dug into the skin of his back, only to immediately pull away as you couldn’t leave any marks on him. And it took you a second just as Satoru was sucking on your neck- that he couldn’t leave any marks on you either. 

“N-No marks!” you hissed, shrugging your shoulders up to push him away before he left a hickey behind. 

“Why not?” he asked with a lilt in his tone that made your ears burn, his bright blue eyes sparkling in innocence- a tactic he knew works on you. 

Because i’m fucking your husband and he’ll obviously notice a hickey he didn’t put on me. 

“I-I’m living with Suguru too now.” you said, “And I haven’t l-left the house today. He’ll figure it out if he sees a m-mark.” 

“Then I'll mark you where he can’t see.” Satoru proclaimed, leaning down to kiss at the fat of your breast clearly ready to leave at least a bite mark on you but you had to push him away again.

“You can’t! We-” you hiccuped as his cock hit that sweet spot inside you, “We can’t risk it. You never know what h-he might notice and-” you pulled out your own tactic as you hugged him while simultaneously locking your legs around his thrusting hips, “I don’t wanna get caught, Toru. I wanna keep doing this~” 

Satoru hissed, his eyes widening and his cock throbbing inside you. He hugged you back just as tightly, two siblings locked in a naked, sweaty intimate embrace as his hips picked up the pace, pounding into you recklessly. He also could never say no to you. 

“I’m so fucking happy you’re here.” he panted against your neck, balls slapping you every time he rutted forward, “I missed you. You’re mine. Only mine.” 

Well, that’s not entirely true.

You continued to bite down your moans, the pleasure of making love with your brother making your mind go blank. You’d figure out this messy situation later. For now, you just wanted to get filled up for the second time today. 

The two of you kissed, his tongue sliding into your mouth with practiced familiarity, truly connecting the two of you in all ways. His thick cock was slamming you so deliciously, the two of you knowing each other's bodies like the back of your hands. 

“C-Close- I’m close.” you mewled softly against his lips, the space between you two somehow feeling too far. 

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me?” your brother cooed as he slid a hand down between your bodies to gently press the pad of his finger against your clit, “Cum all over big brothers cock?” 

“Please.” you begged, hips bucking as he swiped over the bud, “I need- fuck- missed you.” 

Satoru smiled, kissing your cheek, “I know baby. Big brother is here. I got you. Cum for me.” 

And you did. Satoru had to kiss you and shove his tongue down your throat to prevent you from screaming the house down from the intense pleasure of your climax. He milked you through it, his strong body holding your trembling form down. He came with you, his whimpers swallowed by your own lips as the two of you crossed the line once again. He pumped you full- his balls throbbing with each load of his seed filling you up. 

It was perfect. It felt perfect. 

The two of you continued to stay like that even as the adrenaline died down. Lips locks in a messy makeout session of teeth and tongue- his cock still pulsing inside you as you cockwarmed him, the cum inside you heating you up from the inside- arms and legs still tangled in a big, sweaty embrace. 

“Mmph. Baby.” Satoru called out breathlessly, “We’re going to have so much fun~” 

~~~~~

You placed the last cup of hot coffee on the counter, your own mug nestled in your hand as you took a sip. You knew the other two would be by your side in a matter of minutes so you took the extra time to make everyone a morning cup of Joe. 

Satoru snuck out of your room last night after a few minutes of cuddling and a quick jump in the shower before leaving you alone with your thoughts. Thankfully, you fell asleep almost immediately so you didn’t contemplate your situation all that much. But now, clean and with a clear mind, the guilt crashed down on you all over again. 

You bit your lower lip as a warm hand gently landed on your ass, Suguru giving you a squeeze.

"...Your door was locked last night." he said softly, confirming your suspicions that he would, indeed, try to visit you.

Yeah cause your husband and my brother was with me, pounding me silly.

"Just...being cautious." you said, shivering as he ran his palm his circles over the curve of your butt, "Satoru was with me so if you show up uninvited- it would be strange, right?"

"I suppose you have a point." Suguru relented. You were surprised at how easy he took it considering you were ready to over explain a situation where Satoru might be with you to play games or watch a movie together but that surprise quickly turned into shame because of course, Suguru would never assume your brother would be in your room to have sex.

"I guess that means we keep fooling around the way we are." he concluded, giving your butt a few soft pats, making your cheek ripple a bit under your shorts, "Or think of a way to get into your bed without it being suspicious."

You shouldn't. Oh you shouldn't. This is the perfect opportunity to put a stop to everything. All you have to do is say no, that your affair needs to end and that you cannot keep betraying your brother like this.

"...I'll text you when it's safe." you say, the shame of it all building up even more inside you. Suguru grinned, and with a quick glance over his shoulder, he leaned down and kissed you. You couldn’t deny the way you melted into the kiss, your shoulders relaxing as he held you. Your gasp got swallowed by him as his free hand came up to grab your breast over your t-shirt, feeling you up shamelessly. 

The two of you broke the kiss and again, Suguru looked down the hallway to make sure his husband wasn’t going to walk in before he grabbed the bottom of your shirt. You didn’t even try to fight it when Suguru pushed your shirt up to expose your bare breasts, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned down and gave them a kiss. Your nipples were still a bit sensitive from last night so when Suguru wrapped his lips around a nipple, you had to slap a hand over your mouth to stay quiet. 

The shirt fell over his head, covering him up as he suckled on you. Both hands were now on your ass and he was groping you without a care in the world, suckling on your nipple like it was a casual activity. 

You jumped when you heard the door to the couple’s bedroom close and you started to lightly smack Suguru. He pulled away from you, helping you righten your shirt but not before he gave your tits a final squeeze. He took a step back just as Satoru walked into the dining room. 

“Good morning.” he said, voice tired and scratchy as he walked up to the kitchen area. Suguru smiled as he leaned in and the two men shared a kiss. 

“You sleep okay?” Suguru asked him as he ran a hand through Satoru’s white locks, “It seems like the two of you stayed up all night.” 

You blushed, hiding your face. 

“We had a lot of catching up to do.” Satoru explained, “It was good but,” he yawned, “I could definitely go for more sleep.” 

“Too bad. Duty calls, baby.” 

“I know, I know.” 

With a laugh and a kiss to his cheek, Suguru grabbed his cup of coffee, thanking you for it before he made his way to the living room. He plopped down on the couch, grabbing the remote before he turned on the TV. 

You could tell the energy left behind was thick and you weren’t even surprised when Satoru embraced you, his lips immediately finding your neck as he gave you a kiss. But you pulled away and looked into his eyes. 

"We need to talk about last night." you whispered.

"Still thinking about it, huh? Me too~" Satoru purred, either missing or ignoring your hurried tone even as he leaned down to give your lips a quick peck, "I've missed you, little sis~"

"No! That's not-" you hissed as he suddenly brought his hands up and squeezed your clothed tits like it was something casual, "You can't keep coming into my bedroom! Suguru will get suspicious!"

"Why?" Satoru asked as he shamelessly felt you up, “What’s wrong with a brother and sister hanging out?”

“Why would we- mmph- hang out with the door locked?” you asked, trembling as his fingers flicked over your nipples, “Besides- he’s bound to hear something. I’ll- I’ll text you when it’s safe.” 

“Sure, if that makes you feel better.” he said. And then, much like his husband, he glanced over your shoulder to make sure Suguru was still engrossed in the news. With a lick of his lips, he lifted your shirt up, flashing him your tits. 

You rolled your eyes as Satoru dived in, clearly driven by lust and excitement over suckling his sister's tits while his husband was close by. You couldn’t even begin to express the fact that he latched onto the same nipple Suguru did mere minutes ago, so the husbands sharing an indirect kiss on your breast. 

Oh boy. What have you gotten yourself into? 

Douma had everyone in his palm, no one daring to disobey him and willing to put their lives on the line for him which was how his wife was blind to his affair with his stepdaughter even after all this time.

The night of his wedding, Douma sneaked out of his marital bed, leaving his new wife behind to go be with his plaything. He adored you. He loved your looks, how devoted you were to him, how innocent yet naughty you were- everything. And he wasn’t going to hide it. People were dumb enough to fall for his schemes but not stupid enough to not realise when to keep their mouths closed.

Which was why, even when he touched you while a follower was talking to him, they didn’t say a word. Even if they knew it was wrong, they kept silent. Even as they watched a stepfather make love to his stepdaughter, they dared not let Douma’s wife know.

“Mmm-haa-“ you whined as Douma pet your pussy, his long, delicious fingers running up and down your slick slit, your audience long forgotten. You’d gotten used to this- being touched and fucked whenever he wanted, having you ready and eager for him. His fingers suddenly dipped inside you, making you cry out as he slowly started thrusting in and out, a second finger soon joining as well.  

The man gulped, trying his best to keep his eyes on the floor, more out of fear than respect.

“So, you’re having problems with your marriage.” Douma said, his voice crystal clear despite all the…well…

“Y-Yes, Lord Douma.” The man replied, looking up at him only to look down again immediately, unable to help the blood rushing to his cheeks, “It’s becoming quite the issue.”

“Hmmm. So why is your wife mad at you?” Douma asked, curiously.

“I- I’m not sure.” Came the response, “Whenever I try to t-talk to her, she just snaps at me.”

“I see.” Douma said, only half paying attention, “What do you think the problem must be, cutie?”

You perked up, a confused look on your face as Douma’s fingers stopped inside you, making you whine in frustration. The man simply laughed at your adorable face, patting your cheek with his other hand. He had you on his lap, your kimono almost completely off, your pretty breasts bare for him to tease and your pussy dripping down his fingers.

“What?” you asked, not even paying attention to what was going on. You turned your head to look at the man in the room, giving him a glare as he was the reason your stepfather had stopped moving his fingers. The man seemed embarrassed, unable to look at you as he stared at the ground.

“Now, now.” Douma said, clicking his tongue as he pulled his fingers out just to slap your cunt, making you yelp, “Mind your manners.”

“I-I’m sorry daddy.” You whined, biting your thumb as he gave your pussy more pats, “What did he ask?”

“He’s having marriage problems.”

“Mmmm-“ you  pondered, trying to come up with the quickest solution, “Maybe he’s not good in bed.”

Douma laughed while the man barked in offense, his ears turning red, his silence a form of confession. “You think so?” Douma asked, running his pretty fingers up and down your cunt, leaning forward a bit to place a sweet kiss to your tits, “Then maybe we need to give him a lesson, hmm?”

“Y-Yes Daddy, please!” you begged, cupping his face and looking him in his stunning eyes, hoping he could see the desperation in them, “Please fuck me!”

“Good girl, using your words.” Douma praised, making you shiver and your pussy gush, “But I don’t think I’m done playing with you yet~”

You gasped as he started moving his fingers in you again, the nasty sound of his long digits digging into your cunt and curling just right had you biting your lower lip. He gave your nipple a few kitten licks, enjoying your reaction before he turned back to the man in the room. “Come back at the end of the day.” He said, an arm around you as you leaned into him, bucking your hips against his fingers, “And I’ll teach you how you can please your wife.”

“A-As you wish my lord.”

“Let in the next person. Oh, and remember, not a word.”

“U-understood Lord Douma.”

With a bow, the man scurried out of the room, his erection poorly hidden under his Yukata. Douma didn’t care. He always thought he wouldn’t understand the human nature of possessiveness, but it was only after meeting you that he was starting to get it. He didn’t care if people watched and were turned on by you but he drew the line at anyone but him touching you. Luckily, you didn’t want anyone but Douma.

“M-My lord.” The next person sputtered, her face turning a bright shade of red as she closed the door behind her, her desire to pray to Douma more important than her embarrassment of seeing him with his step daughter, “I- I have a question-“

“Ah! Yes daddy!” you screamed, cutting her off as you tossed your head back, Douma milking your g-spot. But, deciding to tease you a bit, the man stopped once more, taking his fingers out. You whined in protest, eyes wide as you tried to press against him but he suddenly grabbed you by the hips and pushed you off of him, forcing your body to collide against the soft cushion of his loveseat.

“I have a supporter here, baby.” He said, smirking at your offended face, your kimono rucked over your ass and giving him a lovely view of your twitching cunt and pink asshole, “Don’t be naughty. Stay quiet and wait for me to finish.”

“But daddy!” You whined, lying on your back before spreading your legs, a hand coming up to thumb at your pussy lips before spreading them apart, showing off every nook and cranny of your cunt to him, “I was so close!”

“I don’t care.” Douma said, attention back on his subject whose whole face was red with shame over seeing you be so disgraceful, “And don’t you dare touch yourself. That’s an order.”

You whined, pouting and flailing your legs like a brat, annoyed as you both knew you’d never disobey an order. Your stepfather seemed to have some kindness towards you as he grabbed your ankle and pulled you close to him before placing your legs on his lap. His hand went between you legs and you giggled happily as he started petting your pussy like he was stroking a cat. You spread your legs once more, giving him more room as he stroked you gently. It wasn’t enough to really make you feel good but it was better than nothing.

It was quite the sight, seeing Douma mindlessly stroke your pussy as his attention was on his supporters, his dick straining in his pants. Occasionally he’d put some force in, swiping his fingers over your clit so fast and suddenly it made you squeal before he went back to gentle strokes taking away your pleasure. He was such a meany but you loved it. You couldn’t be happier to be his stepdaughter.

“Daddy-“ you panted as the woman left the room, leaving the door open for the next person to come in, “Can I cum? Please let me cum?”

“Are you close?” Douma asked, rubbing your clit in circles. “Mmhmm!” you whined with a nod, your cheeks red and your thighs trembling with want, “Please Daddy?”

“Get on Daddy’s cock, pretty.”

You gasped happily as you scrambled back onto his lap, fingers digging at his pants greedily before you pulled his cock out. You sighed as you grabbed a hold of his hot, thick heavy cock. Just like the rest of him, your stepdads cock was pure perfection. The first time he took you, you were scared that it wouldn’t fit but the more and more he fucked you, you learned to worship his beastly member.

“Ride me baby, that’s it. Ohh~ Good girl~”

You mewled happily as you started sinking down on his cock, your pussy splitting apart as you sank down inch by inch, his dick filling you up deliciously. You sank down to the bottom just as the third person walked in, another woman who gasped loudly before she slapped a hand over her mouth, minding her manners. She should be used to it at this point.

“Tell me, what ails you?” Douma asked his subject as she sat down, just as embarrassed as the rest of them, trying her best to not look at Douma’s balls pressed against your cunt. She started to speak and you were starting to move, but you gawked when Douma grabbed your hips and kept you in place, not allowing you to move an inch. The look in his eyes told you that you were to stay still, demanding that you cockwarm him as he spoke to the other woman.

It was pure hell being edged like this. He started touching you from the moment you woke up, the man sneaking into your room after laying with your mother and still, he hadn’t let you cum. Now, his perfect cock was balls deep inside you and still, he wasn’t going to let you cum. He was strict with you, making sure you stayed still even as he tickled your clit or slid a pinkie into your asshole.

And the woman left. Another man came in. After he left, another man came in. And after him, another woman.

Douma continued to talk to these people as he toyed with you, never allowing you to sink into that pleasure completely. He’d occasionally start fucking you, balls slapping against your skin as you rode him but just as you were about to cum, he’d stop.

He’s push you off his cock before making you take it in your mouth, the sound of you gagging acting as background noise as he listened to his followers’ problems. He’d touch you, finger your cunt, suckle your breasts, taste your pussy- but over and over again, he’d stop right before you came.

Until finally, finally- when that first man came back just as Lord Douma had told him too, he decided to give you mercy.

“See how pathetic she looks?” Douma asked as he fucked you, smirking at your slutty screams. You were on your hands and knees, your stepfather switching positions to take you doggy and it was wonderful. Both of you were facing the supporter and you could see his conflicted expression. Your tits swung back and forth each time Douma thrust into you, his hips slapping against yours deliciously as he pounded you.

“Edge your wife and – fuck yes- by the end of the day, she’ll be begging for you cock. Just like my little girl~” he raised a hand and smacked you across the ass, making you scream, “Spank her, finger her pussy, suck her tits and eat her out- tease her all day long and make her beg for it!”

“I- I understand my Lord.” The man said, eyes glued to you and your stepfather fucking like animals. He’d never do something as blasphemous as leave when he got to experience Lord Douma engage in this sexual activity, even if it did feel embarrassing.

“You gonna cum baby?” Douma asked you, sweat driping down his brow and your juices dripping down his balls as he pounded into you, your moans melodic. “Yes! Yes- yes- yes- please daddy!” “Want Daddy’s cum?” “Inside me- breed me- make me a mommy!” “Pathetic.” He panted with a grin, giving you another spank as he felt your pussy tighten around him, milking his dick with your perfect and hot walls, practically begging him for his seed.