#three.blind.mice

You and your boyfriends Yuta and Toge were taking a long afternoon nap inside your shared bedroom, with you being cuddled in between Yuta to your left and Toge to your right, both pairs of arms and legs splayed around you. You suddenly woke up from a feverish dream, cheeks flushed, breathing uneven; even your thighs couldn’t stop clenching. Surely the dream of you sucking your boyfriends’ digits had made you wet, but you wanted more than that.

Being careful not to wake Yuta and Toge up from their nap, you slowly grabbed both their left and right hands, respectively, and hovered them near your drooling lips. You each took both their index and middle fingers into your mouth and started sucking them, like you would do a baby bottle. They haven’t stirred up yet from your ministrations as you began thrusting their fingers further at the back of your throat, but it earned a grunt or two from the sleeping men from either side of you.

After you had wet their fingers well, you pulled Toge’s out, saliva connecting and drool seeping through your jawline. You carefully guided his hand underneath your shorts and rubbed it against your wet core, whimpering at the sudden contact. You’ve gone commando, discarding both your bra and panties and instead wearing only a pair of short shorts and an oversized shirt that belonged to Yuta. You’re still sucking Yuta’s finger while you strategically placed the rest of his arm onto your chest and rubbed it on one of your nipples. You didn’t care anymore about them suddenly waking up from you using their hands to masturbate yourself, in such a hazy state, loud moans escaping from your drooling lips as you worked both hands faster.

You failed to notice two pairs of lust-clouded eyes—one purple-colored and the other dark-blue—looking at your fucked-up expression, as well as their clothed hard-ons poking at either side of your hips, nudging and grinding to get some friction. “What do you think you’re doing, Y/N?” Your eyes widened in horror when Yuta whispered darkly into your ear, his fingers pushed further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You gagged, your hand gripping his wrist, tears rolling down your flushed cheeks. “She’s already wet from playing with our hands. Such a naughty pretty girl,” Toge taunted while he plunged two fingers inside your wet pussy without warning, earning a gasp, a moan, and a hand grip from you. “Well then, shall we fuck you more with our fingers, hm?”

As the sole princess of Shira, it was your duty to marry for the good of your kingdom. It was simply a fact of life that had been ingrained into you from a young age. That and the legends of love, some of which were as old as the kingdom itself.

You grew up listening to the songs sung by minstrels that spoke of courtly love between noble ladies and gallant knights and knew all of the legendary love stories that women of all backgrounds shared while gathered around a hearth with a needle and cloth in hand. You lived and breathed tales of love, but your hope for a love-filled marriage ended when a couple of bad harvests depleted your winter stores and devastated the population.

So when a marriage proposal came from the South and offered to fill your winter stores and feed your starving people, you readily accepted despite the rumors that surrounded King Koutarou of Fuku. You could tell it pained your brother, King Wakatoshi, to sell off his beloved little sister to the highest bidder, but just as he had been raised to lead Shira to prosperity, you had been raised to support him in every way, even if it meant giving up on your dreams. It was with a tear-stained face but determined heart that you left your snowy homeland for the warm exotic kingdom of Fuku where your new life would begin.

You had resigned yourself to a loveless marriage with a King renowned for his harem, but that all changed when you met a gorgeous man with a set of stormy blue eyes that you recognized but couldn’t remember from where. He introduced himself as Keiji Akaashi, Fuku’s Chancellor, and claimed to have been sent by the King to escort you to the palace.

While the rest of his retinue treated you like an outsider, Akaashi spent most of his time by your side, helping you adjust to your new life with a kind smile and warm words. He eagerly answered all of your questions no matter how insignificant they were. He introduced you to new foods, customs, words, and concepts, explaining each one with the patience of a saint. When he addressed the rumors about King Koutarou, he separated the fact from fiction and reassured your worries about your new life by his side.

“The King has enough space in his heart for you and his harem.” He had promised during a quick stroll through the grassy plains of the country. “But as his queen, you will always be special… for him and me.”

That day was the first time you thought you could love the chancellor that spoke words as beautiful as his person. You sought him out even more afterward to feed your budding love for him, and if he was aware of your feelings for him, Akaashi did nothing to stop them. In fact, he encouraged them with his lingering longing looks, soft smiles, and tender touches over your wrists, waist, and face.

The night that he rode ahead to the palace on urgent business, he confessed to being that boy you met on the side of the road the night your parents passed away. Overwhelmed by his revelation, you acted on your ardent love for him and pressed a kiss to his lips. A kiss that he returned tenfold by pressing you against him and devouring your mouth like a starved man.

“We’ll be together in the palace, I promise.” He had said after breaking off the kiss and regaining his breath.

“H-how can you be so sure?” You had countered with tears welling up in your eyes.

“The King also has me in his heart,” He had admitted, and after hearing all about the infamous King, you knew exactly what he meant. “He would do anything for me and you, his future Queen.”

That night you didn’t sleep, thinking about what awaited you in that palace of mystery where everything you knew of marriage didn’t apply. You thought about Akaashi’s revelations of being that boy with the alluring eyes and King Koutarou’s lover.

Could he truly love the two of you?

And then you remembered what he told you about the King and your question shifted to yourself.

Could you truly love the two of them?

The palace of Fuku was as wondrous as the man that lived within its ornate walls. Lush gardens of flowers you’d never seen before decorated the grounds along with sculpted shrubbery, towering trees, and crystalline ponds with flowers floating on the surface. Further ahead was a palace composed of various brightly colored structures connected by breezeways of intricately carved stone and floors of marble. Its doors and windows were made of wrought iron and colored glass you had only seen in the great cathedral of Ita when you and your brother visited with your cousin, King Kiyoomi.

The most peculiar aspect of Fuku’s palace, however, had to be the scores of attractive men and women, scantily dressed in silks and spread across the palace’s grounds, only adding to their exotic beauty. They were all in pairs or groups, walking, lounging, eating, and chatting away merrily. The closer you got to the palace, the more frequent were the couples or groups of men and women engaging in other more lascivious acts that made your face flush before turning your head in embarrassment. Still, whenever you walked past them, they stopped what they were doing, no matter how intimate, and bowed their heads in greeting.

You were a world away from the snow-covered stone castle you had grown up in where flowers were scarce and people locked themselves indoors to escape the cold, engaging in their intimate affairs away from the eyes and ears of others. Regardless, you dismissed your narrow-minded thoughts and returned their greetings with an incline of your head and a nervous smile, determined to fit in and earn their respect sooner rather than later. For your future as Fuku’s Queen, Akaashi who loved and believed in you, and the King you had yet to meet but saved your people and allowed you to experience a love that was grander than any of the songs you had heard in your youth.

And with the guidance and support of your new ladies and servants, the King, and Akaashi, you were able to do just that, settling into your new home and role before your marriage that took place a week after your arrival.

The wedding was grander than the few you had witnessed, truly befitting of a King as boisterous and indulgent as Koutarou Bokuto. It took place in the main garden behind the palace. A place you had grown fond of throughout your stay and something both the King and Akaashi knew very well as they had often found you there. Per Fuku’s tradition, the ceremony took place at dawn when the sun and stars were both present and the sky was as colorful as the palace. You wore a beautiful dress that was modest to Fuku’s standards but was made with white silk and covered with golden embroidery–two of Fuku’s colors. Your groom, clad in black and gold, stood across from you with the most blinding smile spread across his handsome face as the two of you exchanged your vows.

When the ceremony ended with a chaste kiss, all of Fuku’s nobles in attendance erupted into a symphony of cheers and your husband’s infectious smile tugged at your lips. A smile that only grew when Akaashi who had been behind Bokuto throughout the entire thing, stepped forward and embraced his King before taking you into his arms. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and whispered his love for you against the shell of your ear, eliciting a furious blush from you. A blush that persisted throughout the celebrations when both men took turns praising your beauty and whispering the various ways they would worship you that night.

Despite Akaashi’s reassurances before the wedding and the King’s kind treatment of you during your time together, the thought of being intimate with both men was daunting. Your strict upbringing made it impossible for you to be exposed to the intricacies of sexual relations except for the vague and rushed speech from your nanny the night before you left Shira.

“You lie down, spread your legs, and close your eyes. There will be pain but the less you resist your husband the better it’ll be for you.” She had said, eyes telling you she spoke from experience. “If your husband is kind, he might even stop visiting your bed after getting you with child.”

Those were the words you recalled when your merry husband rose to his feet and announced he would be retiring to bed. You waited with bated breath for the bedding ceremony to begin with rowdy men tripping over themselves to get their hands on you and take you to the King’s chambers while stripping and groping you, but they never came. The guests only clapped and cheered before returning to their cups and conversation. Dumbfounded by their dismissal you turned to the King only to find him already offering you his hand with that confident smile of his.

“Allow me to escort you to your rooms, wife. I will send my people to help you prepare for tonight.”

Countless questions regarding the consummation of your marriage filled your head but you dared not ask them and chose to trust your husband and, by extension, your shared lover, Akaashi.

When the two of you reached the guarded doors to your chambers, you released his hand and took a step forward, but before you could sink into a curtsy, he rushed forward, took ahold of your face, and slanted his lips against yours in a hungry kiss.

He took advantage of your surprise and tasted your mouth with his tongue. Before you knew it, he had you pinned against a wall and his strong hands traveled down your neck and arms before settling on your hips, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. It didn’t take long for you to thread your arms around his neck to draw him closer and your initiative was rewarded with a groan from deep inside his throat that had your stomach swirling with something.

He released your lips and rested his forehead against yours, warm shallow breaths tickling your face.

“I had to have more of your sweet mouth, my darling wife.” He panted and you were transfixed by the fullness of his inviting lips. You wanted more of them but before you could lean in, he released you and took a step back.

“I’ll be waiting for you with Akaashi,” he said with a smirk. “So hurry and come to us.”

Still out of breath, you could only nod but that was more than enough for the King, whose golden eyes drank you in before turning to address the guards that had witnessed your heated kiss. Where the King was unaffected by the audience, you were thoroughly embarrassed and fled inside of your chambers, closing the door, and leaning on it only to find two women before you.

“Congratulations, Your Highness.”

The shorter auburn-haired girl addressed you first before she and the taller girl sank into curtsies. “I am Yukie and this is Kaori. The King sent us to help you prepare for tonight.”

“It's a pleasure meeting you both” You replied, stepping away from the door. “I’m afraid I do not know what to expect. You see, the King said he and Lord Akaashi would both be wai–”

A gasp ripped from your throat and a hand slapped over your mouth, stopping yourself from finishing that statement. You stared at the two women mortified by your slip of tongue while they merely averted their gaze and tittered amongst themselves. And just when you thought you couldn’t feel any more ashamed, their reaction made you wish the ground would part and swallow you whole.

“There is nothing to be ashamed about, Your Highness.” Kaori declared and her partner nodded. “Believe us when we say we are well aware of the King and Lord Akaashi’s… habits in the bedroom.”

Your face felt as if it was on fire. “I-I don’t understand.”

“We are a part of His Majesty’s harem, my Queen,” Yukie answered with a smile that held no malice–at least none that you could make out.

“I-I see,” you muttered completely blindsided by your sudden encounter with two of the King’s lovers but quickly fixed your expression when you remembered where you were and what your role was as Queen. “As I mentioned before, I know very little about what is expected of me; therefore, I will be in your care.”

The two women exchanged a look before turning to you with a gleam in their eyes and a mischievous smile playing on their lips.

The hour you spent with Yukie and Kaori taught you more about the intimate acts between people than any lecture or piece of kitchen gossip you had ever heard. As they lathered your breasts with soap, they informed you of the vast amount of pleasure your nipples could bring you from having them stroked, pinched, and sucked. As they cleaned the area between your legs, they described the act of sex and how to minimize the pain by having your clit stroked. And when they had you kneel in the tub with your rear end sticking out, they explained how penetration through that orifice could also feel pleasurable as they washed it.

By the time, your body was lathered in scented oils and covered with a thin robe, there was a dull ache between your legs from Yukie and Kaori’s ministrations and only two people were allowed to relieve you from it. Escorted by two of your guards, you walked the short distance to the King’s quarters where only a knight of the King’s guard stood watch. You recognized Sir Konoha from his sandy blonde hair, medium build, and narrow jade eyes that lowered along with his head when he saw you.

“Your Highness,” he greeted solemnly before straightening. “I will announce your presence to the King.”

You raised your hand and stopped him. “There’s no need for that, Sir. The King is expecting me.”

Konoha looked like he wanted to protest, but in the end, he relented to your wishes and did as he was told, opening the iron double doors for you to slip through.

The two women had gone into great detail about the King and Akaashi’s relationship at your behest, but instead of the jealousy, you thought you would feel, you found yourself more curious than anything. A part of you had already known the King and Akaashi would most likely be getting intimate before your arrival, so you quietly made your way through the two ornate antechambers, hoping to catch them in the act.

As you carefully opened the door leading to the King’s bedchamber, the sound of slapping skin, needy whines, and strangled groans filled your ears and sent a wave of pleasure to your aching core. You crept into the dimly lit room as quietly as you could and stood in a dark corner as the two men continued, lost in the throes of passion.

The scene was as the King’s female lovers had described. The man you loved was on all fours and gripping the sheets as the King towered over him, large hands gripping his hips as he thrust into him. High pitched whines left Akaashi’s pretty mouth each time the King plowed into him and they were the sweetest song you’d ever heard. Fascinated by their coupling, you drew closer to get a better view.

While both of their faces were flushed from exertion, the King’s was scrunched up with his teeth bared and Akaashi’s was thrown back with his mouth open and eyes rolled back. Trailing your gaze further down, you noticed a litany of red marks on his neck, collarbone, chest, swollen nipples, and toned stomach. Unable to hold back, your hand undid your robe and fingers worked your peaked nipples, rubbing and tweaking the sensitive buds as your eyes greedily took in the two men before you.

Akaashi’s whines soon turned into wanton cries until his arms gave out and he fell only for the King to draw him up against his chest without stilling his hips.

“Such an eager whore,” the King chuckled against Akaashi’s ear. “Are you going to cum already?”

“Mmmm!” Akaashi moaned, his entire body trembling and his erect cock bouncing. “C-can’t help it! You fuck me so good, my King.”

A guttural noise from the back of the King’s throat filled the room and the wetness Kaori had described as your arousal leaked out, coating your inner thighs.

The King wrapped a hand around Akaashi’s neck and held him against his chest. “Greedy sluts don’t get to come before their master. Is that understood?”

Before Akaashi could respond, the King’s other hand gripped his cock and you matched his motion, bringing your hand to your core. As the King continued fucking his Chancellor, your fingers worked your clit the way Yukie had done during your bath. But where she had stopped before you reached the pinnacle of your pleasure, your slickened fingers continued rubbing frantically until your climax washed over you.

Your mind went blank. You completely forgot about concealing your presence and let a strangled whine escape your lips. It wasn’t until you heard shuffling and looked up to find King Koutarou, still erect and an unmistakable hunger in his eyes.

“Did you enjoy the show?” He asked, and a shiver went down your spine from the gravelly tone of his voice. “Seeing your husband fuck another?”

It was only then that you realized just how massive your husband was, not just in size but in presence as well. You couldn’t say anything–do anything–besides stand there and hope he would take you and give you the pleasure he’d given Akaashi. As if he had read your mind, a smirk tugged on his lips and he pulled you forward, leading you out of the darkness.

“Look who we have here, Akaashi.” He drawled, pushing you back until you toppled onto the bed. “It appears your sweet innocent princess is adjusting well to her new home.”

Cool silk was replaced by warm hands as Akaashi placed you between his legs. “But she still has so much to learn, my King. Shall we teach her?”

Whereas his pretty mouth formed a gentle smile, his pools of stormy blue reflected a much darker and salacious emotion. An emotion that manifested in the hardening of his cock that pressed against your back. Emboldened by his response, you carded your fingers through his soft hair and brought his lips down on yours, sliding your tongue against his the way the King had done to you. He groaned into your mouth and returned your kiss with just as much fervor before trailing his hands up your sides and cupping your breasts. You gasped when his deft fingers worked your sensitive buds and brought you more pleasure than you ever could.

“Looks like Yukie and Kaori already taught her how to please herself.”

Thoroughly distracted by Akaashi, you failed to notice the King spreading your legs and settling his face between them. Breaking off the kiss, you panted and peered down at the King holding your legs down and inhaling your scent. You trembled from Akaashi’s ministrations and the soft exhale of the King’s nose over your aching core.

“I wonder if these lips taste as sweet as your others.” He murmured, brushing his nose against your sensitive clit.

“W-what do you mea– Ah!”

The King’s wet muscle parted your slickened folds and licked a stripe from your cunt to your clit. You jolted up but the two men held you down as they continued their ministrations on your most sensitive parts. Akaashi continued his assault on your breasts while also leaving a trail of marks from the shell of your ear to your collarbone. The King put his entire mouth to work by sucking on your clit and pushing his tongue into your cunt. Their onslaught had you writhing against Akaashi and his cock, drawing out hisses from him before he started rocking against your form as well.

Your peak came faster and harder than before. Your back arched and your eyes shot open as a cry ripped from your throat. Your hands clutched at Akaashi as warmth flooded from you and into the King’s mouth, whose tongue gently lapped up whatever it could. It wasn’t until you relaxed into Akaashi and your spasms ceased that the King rose from his place between your legs and kneeled on the bed. Under the pale moonlight, his face glistened with your essence and the sight was enough to once again stoke the flames of your arousal.

“How does she taste?” Akaashi asked and the King grinned before pulling the other man into a hungry kiss. Seeing them up close was even better than from a distance, and the lewd sounds from their conjoined mouths had your cunt aching. Like clockwork, your hand traveled between your legs but was stopped by the King’s. While he continued kissing Akaashi, he pushed a finger into your tight wet cunt, curling it and dragging it in and out.

It was an uncomfortable sensation at first, but as his thumb started rubbing circles around your clit, your arousal eased your discomfort and one finger turned into two. The King knew exactly where to stroke and press until your hips were moving on their own accord against his hand.

“Look at her fuck herself on my fingers, Akaashi,” the King remarked from above. “Such a needy girl.”

“I think she’s ready to take a cock.” The man behind you replied and you could hear his smile. “Maybe even two.”

You mewled at the thought of being filled by both of them and desperately nodded your consent. The King hummed before pulling out from your sopping cunt and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. A whiney protest fell from your lips but the two men merely chuckled at your frustration.

“Relax, sweetheart. We’re going to give you what you want.”

The King shuffled backward and retrieved a small amber vial. You watched with curiosity as he opened it and let its contents spill onto his large cock. Your eyes were glued on it as he pumped himself a couple of times. Behind you, Akaashi sucked in a breath and his cock twitched to life as he ground it against you.

Once the King’s cock gleamed with what appeared to be oil, he lied back against the pillows and motioned for you. With your heart hammering in your chest and your cunt fluttering with desire, you crawled over and let him maneuver your body into place, thighs straddling his waist and your hands gripping his shoulders.

Your husband looked like a majestic beast beneath you. A beast that would have had no qualms in taking you–devouring you–had you not given yourself to him on your own accord. His eyes ravished you with a single look, and you found yourself falling into pools of gold.

With his cock lined up at your entrance, he pulled you down for a kiss and swallowed your cries as he pushed into your tight cunt, moving slowly and pausing whenever your fingers dug into his skin. Your nanny and the two women had been correct, there was pain from his intrusion, but his intoxicating kisses and the friction on your clit eased it, giving way to pleasure.

Once your body adjusted to his size, the King started moving his hips and slid in and out of you with ease. He started slow, but with each thrust, he built up speed and rhythm while his thumb rubbed circles over your throbbing clit. With your peak building, your hips started moving erratically on their own, an act that the King encouraged with his hands gripping the flesh of your thighs and guiding you.

“You feel amazing,” He breathed, “You’re doing amazing.”

It was all too much, yet not enough. The King filled you in ways you never could have imagined, but there was something missing–someone missing. Sitting up, you peered behind you and found Akaashi with his eyes fixed on your splayed legs and hand pumping his cock.

“Please, my Lord,” you begged, reaching out to him. “I need you too.”

His hand immediately stopped and he met your gaze. “Where do you want me, Dearest?”

“M-my other hole,” you whined, and the King groaned beneath you. “Want you to fuck my ass.”

At your crude words, Akaashi lunged forward and ravaged your mouth. His tongue delved into your mouth and tasted every crevice of your mouth. His lips sucked on your bottom lip until it went numb. He did all of that while spilling cold oil over your rear and working it into your tight muscle with a finger. You jerked at the foreign sensation but he held you down against the King and worked his finger in and out of your ass. Before you knew it, one finger turned into two that went in deeper and stretched you out deliciously. He pressed down against the layer of skin that separated his finger from the King’s cock and you keened.

“Fuck, I think she’s ready, Akaashi.” Your husband moaned, slowing his rhythm but increasing the force of his thrusts. “She’s creaming all over my cock.”

Akaashi settled behind you while flexing his fingers in your hole. He pressed against you and pulled out his fingers from your twitching muscle, but before you could vocalize your complaint, his cock head pushed into you with the same patience as the King.

With your head thrown back from the intrusion, a series of shuddering breaths left your opened mouth. You shook like a leaf atop of the King. Tears dotted your eyes as Akaashi split you open from behind. It would have been a terrible experience with anyone else, other men that didn’t care for your pleasure or only married you for political gains. Akaashi and King Koutarou weren’t just any other men, however, and they proved their affection for you by rubbing all of your sensitive parts until you were moving your hips again while they fucked both of your holes.

Your orgasm came suddenly like an ocean’s wave. It was violent as it crashed, washing over you and leaving you breathless from the sheer impact. It blinded you with a flash of white, similar in color to the bubbles that followed a receding wave. And much like getting tossed aside by a wave, another one followed it before you could even recover from the first, but you weren’t alone in your next orgasm. The King reached his peak just before you did and Akaashi’s came a moment after yours did, both filling you up with their seed.

Thoroughly spent, you went limp and fell on top of the King’s chest. You steadied your breathing and listened to the King’s beating heart as your heavy eyelids threatened to close. Akaashi’s lithe body also draped itself over your back, his own chest thumping against you soothingly.

This is the third round that Suna wins the console game while Osamu relieves his stress on the buttons of the controller. Sighing, he leans backwards against the wall, lets the hands dangle down to the side which are caught by the soft cotton duvet. Looking over at his friend, Suna lies down on his elbows on the side of the bed.

“Are you good? You don’t seem in top shape today.” He asks, nearly disinterested, because it is no fun to win a game if his opponent is not at all on the case.

“Hm? Oh sorry. I don’t know, I think I’m just stressed.” Sighs Osamu, continuing to look at the part of the screen showing that he has lost again. Only the winning music that plays through Suna’s victory fills the room, because the brown-haired man does not ask further, waits for Osamu to continue on his own.

“They turned it down again…” 

“The bank? About the credit for your store?” 

“Yes…” Osamu continues in shame. He knows it’s difficult to get a loan at his age, fresh out of school, without work… Only one bank didn’t give him any feedback for now. They wanted to contact him this or next week.

“Was that the last bank?” 

“No, one is still open.” 

“Then this will be the bank that will give you the credit. Just don’t think too much about it.” Suna clears his throat and sits down again, takes the controller in his hand to leave the game.

“Shall we watch a movie?” he asks his mate, wants to at least try to distract him.

“Sure…” 

While Suna is looking for something funny or totally stupid on Netflix, Osamu glances through the room and stops at his friend’s desk where a picture of Suna and you catch his attention. As always, the green-eyed man stares annoyed into the camera while you hug him with a broad grin. Both of you wear these ugly Christmas sweaters, wear a Christmas hat and deer antlers while behind you the Christmas tree sparkles through the balls and the chain of lights. Unconsciously, the corners of Osamu’s mouth move upwards, not because he has to think of his love for his brother, then he would probably roll his eyes, since Atsumu still owes him a pudding he had eaten at high school. It was something else that made him smile.

“Is yer sister gone today?” He asks suddenly and gets a rare expression from Suna, who looks at him with a grin and full of wonder.

“Nah, she’s grocery shopping and should be back soon. Why? Did you like my little sister?”

“W-What? Such nonsense… I just thought she could watch the movie with….” 

He tries to talk himself out and ignores the warmth that rises in his face and his faster beating heart. After all, you’re his best friend’s sister. Well, his stepsister, because over ten years ago, Suna’s father had married a new woman and brought you into the family. From the beginning, you both got along well, rather unusual for siblings, but you were a good team. Suna started calling you his sister quite early. He found this stupid stepsister stepbrother talk always unnecessary. You belong to his family, whether or not you share the same parents. To him, you were like his birth sister. You’re Taboo, Osamu can’t date you. Maybe in another life. But for now, this is one rule that is high on the list of things that should never be done among friends.

“Sure, as if I would believe this. She’s a cute doll. I would understand if you found her interesting, but anyway. Is the movie - ” 

“Rin, I’m home.”

Sounds your tender voice through the house and sweetens Osamu’s ears. Suna is lucky to have such a great sister. One who appreciates him so much and is always kind to him. Atsumu would have just screamed in his loud, annoying voice “Eh Samu ya jerk, come here and help me with the groceries!” and he would answer with a short “Don’t want to, ya little piece of shit.”

Completely absorbed in his thoughts, Osamu does not notice how his friend looks at him when an idea comes into his head to distract Osamu even better. Something so much better than a stupid movie. Perfect that you just came at the right time.

“Hey, doll, I’m in my room. Will you come here after you put everything in the fridge? Osamu is here too.” Suna asks and waits for your quick “Yes, all right.” 

It doesn’t take long for the two men to hear your steps on the stairs, as you walk through the hallway on the first floor over to Suna’s room and then spin through the door to greet them with a broad smile.

“Osamu! We haven’t seen each other in weeks. How are you?” 

Full of energy, you walk towards him, embracing the man who has been your brother’s close friend for so long, before sitting on Suna’s lap, your legs dangle at one side.

“I’m okay. Could be better, but it’ll be fine.” He answers embarrassed and looks at your bare thighs, which are not covered by the short skirt you wear. Only now does he catch on the red lace fabric under your skirt, realizing quickly that this is your slip as he looks to the side. While you don’t understand why he turned so abruptly, Suna knows exactly what Osamu saw.

“What’s the matter, Osamu?” He asks with a teasing undertone. Trying to lure his mate out of reserve.

“N-Nothing… I need to make a call and talk to the bank. I’ll be back in a second.” He lies, gets up and walks out of the room without looking at you again.

Questioning, you watch him, wonder if you did anything wrong or said anything that upset him, but your thoughts are quickly directed to something else. Gently, you feel Suna’s fingertips on your temple as he puts a strand of hair behind your ear, then turns your face in his direction with his index finger. His green eyes are as often thin and at first glance monotonous, but you know his gaze radiates more than just indifference. His gaze is soft, loving.

“R-Rin?” You ask unsettled, want to look at the door again and make him aware that Osamu could come back at any moment.

“You’re always my good girl, aren’t you?” He whispers, glides with his gaze to your beautiful lips, touches them with his thumb and waits for your answer. Directly your pulse beats louder in your ears, a pleasant heat forms inside of you.

Nodding, you look at his other hand, his ring finger, which strokes your collarbone, sliding down between your chest, to your side, before holding your hip. Barely audibly you moan, sense the goose bumps on your body, as Suna turns you down to pin you on the bed under him.

“Can you do me a favor, doll?”

Wordlessly, you nod as these cat-like green eyes captivate you. Like the mouse, you look at the wild animal above you with a furious heart. However, your heart does not beat quickly because you are afraid, a different feeling accompanies you every time you look at Suna.

“Osamu’s my best friend, you know that, right?”

Again, you just nod before your stepbrother strokes your thigh, strolls under your skirt with his fingers and angles your leg.

“Handsome, nice, always polite and eager.”

You don’t know exactly how to answer his words. Does Suna want to test you? Osamu is indeed an attractive man. He was always nice to you, but he is not Suna. Yet, if you would shake your head, your stepbrother would see your lie straight away. You have no choice but to nod and hope that that’s exactly what he wants to hear. Suna mirrors you satisfied.

“You know, Osamu’s been through some stressful times. Don’t you think we should bring him to other thoughts? Make him forget about the stress?” He asks with a narrow grin, the voice as enchanting as an old, beautiful Lullaby. 

You didn’t realize he was feeling bad. But now that Suna says it, when you greeted him, he looked tired. Is it because of the stress he has? Suna seems to be worried about his friend.

“How can we help him?” You ask. Your voice is quiet, yet good for your stepbrother to hear. But instead of giving you an answer to your question right away, he just smiles, strolls up to your panties with the hand that stroked your thigh earlier and starts weaving his fingers under the end of them. You feel his cold fingertips on your bare skin, the short tingling in your abdomen before you give off a sharp groan. Your eyes suddenly widen as you look at the door before your gaze lands on Suna again.

“What are you doing? What if Osamu comes in?” 

“You’re a smart girl. Osamu is a man, like me. A woman who seduces him and lets him forget everything for a moment would be just right for him now.”

“W-What?” Your voice is full of questions. Did you just get Suna right? You’re supposed to sleep with Osamu?

“Don’t ‘what’ me, doll. Will you do me the favor? After all, you’re my good little girl, right?” 

“But I only want you-”

“Nuh nuh, I know you only have eyes for me. Don’t worry, I won’t leave you alone with him. Assuming you can satisfy two men at the same time.” He teases you and snaps the strap of your panties back on your skin before his warmth leaves you as he straightens up. For a blink of an eye, his gaze lands on your body, which is still lying on the bed, before he sets your skirt in its right place again, which has slipped upwards due to his jerky maneuver.

“Of course, you don’t have to.” All that mischievous behavior from before is gone. The voice is now normal again as you sit up on your elbow and rest next to Suna.

Osamu quickly went to the bathroom, wanting to calm down there. You were always pretty, always a feast for the eyes. He’s had fantasies about you before, not just about you, also with you, which he better not say out loud in front of Suna. If his best friend knew how Osamu felt about his sister, it wouldn’t end well.

Sighing, he leans against the wall next to the tilted bathroom window, looking down at his pants with a visible bulge. If he should jerk off now? No, what if you, by chance, pass the bathroom door and he accidentally starts growling? He should just wait for his erection to go away. The best thing is to think of something that will make it disappear faster. For example, Atsumu, and the fact that he always smells his farts and then makes a totally satisfied face when they stink.

“Disgusting…” He hisses and shakes his head. He waits a few more minutes to leave the bathroom and return to Suna’s room.

Suna looks a little absent-minded at the TV that has gone into standby while you quietly stare at your stepbrother before your head lifts to Osamu and you return to your familiar smile. Softly you pat on an empty place near you, want to tell Osamu that he has to sit down next to you. He rests next to your body without words, doesn’t dare to look at you.

“Osamu, you look tired, is really everything okay with you?” You ask, even if you already know the answer. From the corner of your eye, you see Suna turning in your direction, listening to your conversation in silence.

“Well, it’s a long story. I think I’m just a little stressed, ya know?”

Puzzled, he scratches his neck, looks out of the window and sees that the colorful sunset has already disappeared. A few stars and the moon illuminate only the darkness. Maybe it’s best if he goes home. It’s getting late, and Suna, and you, sure want your peace.

“You should try to relax.” Your gentle voice wraps around his mind and brings him back to the present. But before he can turn his head in your direction, he feels how two warm hands taking his sight, lying gently on his eyes as your weight settles on his lap. Surprised by the situation, he holds his breath, sits stiff and does not know what to say or do. But at the same moment, he feels something else.

Your soft lips press on his, make his heart dance. Unconsciously, he reciprocates the kiss, does not hesitate as he probably should have done. But your lips are too soft, your tongue too seductive when it connects with his. What’s happening right now? Why are you doing this?

“So you’ve made up your mind?” 

When he hears his friend’s voice, your lips separate from his. Directly, He takes the chance and grabs your wrists, pulls them down to look back and forth between you and your brother.

“What’s going on here, Suna? What’s this about?” 

Confused, he waits for an answer, but you look at him only embarrassed, your cheeks reddened, as you bite your lower lip. 

Now Suna comes closer to you, reaching for Osamu’s hand to guide it to your thigh. The resistance of his friend is weak, completely fades as he touches your flesh. Ashamed, he looks at his pants, in which a bulge forms again. Still small, only visible if you look closely, but he knows that this will soon change.

“I know you like my sister. And that’s okay, because that makes two of us.” The voice grins at his ear.

That makes two of us? He must have misunderstood Osamu, because he feels more than just a love among siblings for you. He doesn’t see you as a sister as Suna does. Or does Suna also see you as a woman he would like to see at his side? But that can’t be…

A quiet “W-What?” escapes him as he turns his gaze to his friend. Their noses almost graze, so close is Suna to him, as Osamu falls back a bit. 

“Osamu, I don’t want you to be sad. Suna is so worried about you, we just want to do something good for you.” You interfere and make both men look at you.

“Yeah, you know, I don’t usually share her. But you’re my best friend and you’re not well. But don’t think you can have her all to yourself.” His expression is a mixture of earnestness and excitement as he puts his hand on your cheek and gives you a fleeting kiss and then turns back to Osamu, who looks at him unbelievably.

So he understood him correctly. The green-eyed one feels for you as Osamu does. Now the pieces are falling into place. Why neither Suna nor you had ever brought a partner, why he was always by your side, had hardly let a guy get to you, why you two had moved into an apartment together. This was not a love of two well-understood siblings. Suna didn’t see you as his sister. He always saw you as his girlfriend. Osamu can’t blame him. After all, he had a crush on you the first time his friend introduced you to him. If your parents hadn’t come together, you wouldn’t even be related… But what’s happening here? Does Suna really offer him to sleep with you? Or rather with you two… Just to make him feel better?

“Don’t worry, my pretty doll can satisfy two men. Right?” He asks rhetorically, as you just nod and put your hands against Osamu so that he falls back on the bed. Still unsure what to do, he looks silently between you two, his hands in a kind of defensive position in front of his body.

“Or do you not want it? You just have to say so, and we’ll stop, Osamu.” Says his friend, staring at him with his green eyes.

While it would be right to say that he doesn’t want all this, his lips don’t want to open. The words refuse to come out of his mouth. For secretly, the thought excites him, a gush runs over his body directly to his member, which grows and painfully presses against the fabric of his shorts.

“I knew it. You should taste her, her juice is delicious.”

“R- Rin… Don’t say such filthy things.” You interrupt him embarrassingly and play with a strand of your hair.

“I would love that…”

Osamu was so calm earlier, but his voice was now clear, focused, as his hands sneak under your skirt, reaching for the edge of your panties before pulling it down to your knees, followed by your skirt. Heat spreads within you, a soothing feeling, even if you know that the hands that touch your skin are not your stepbrother’s. But the hungry, satisfied look of Suna is enough to give in to all of this.

A little clumsy you raise one knee after the other, pull your panties and skirt over your calves before you throw them on the floor and climb up to Osamus’s face. Suna nods at you as if to give you his permission before you bring your pelvis down as Osamus arms push you with an incredible speed.

“Ah!”

You groan as you feel his wet tongue on your slit for the first time, followed by a deep growl of Osamu who steals your juice with incredible passion. Greedily, he squeezes his tongue through your slit, licking it along to your bud before he sucks on it.

“Ngh! S- Samu… Don't be so rough with me, please~” 

Your groaning is like the singing of a nightingale in his ears. If you’re already making sounds like that, how do you sound when you climax? Osamu is so keen to find out.

Although it is not Suna who elicits the sweet tones, you release them. Full of excitement, you close your eyes, move your pelvis and press it closer to Osamu’s face. The vibrating of his voice startles you as he realizes how eager you are by his touch.

He enjoys you willingly rubbing more and more against him as you cling to him. God, he should have told his friend about the bank sooner.

“I’ve never had such a good pussy. Fuck ya taste so good, baby.” His fingers are digging into your soft skin, almost hurting. But the pain is pleasant.

“Hey doll, you haven’t forgotten me, have you?”

Warm hands wrap around your cheeks, gently pull your face up as you open your eyes and look into Suna’s lurking gaze. Just then, he bends over to you, his lips meet yours. With pressure, his tongue takes access, dances excitedly with yours. Suna’s hand slides down to your neck, stroking it before opening the buttons of your blouse, aggressively tearing it off of your body and doing the same with your bra. The cold air hits your skin, making you shudder across your spine. Dull a moan leaves your mouth as you feel his big hands on your breasts.

“You should be grateful that I'm not mad for betraying me with your moans for another man. You know, these sweet sounds are meant to be for my ears, no one else. But I'll forgive you… " Says Suna while pinching your nipple with one hand and grabbing your hand with the other so you can touch his covered dick. 

"Look how happy you make me. Now be a good girl and use your hands to please your beloved brother.”

He breathes in between your kisses, continues to massage your breasts as you search for his belt. You open his pants and pull them down to his knees, quickly pull his t-shirt over his head before your kisses become intimate and passionate again. As soon as Suna has pulled the rest of the fabric off his body, his hands clasp the back of your head.

“Come on doll, you can do better. Suck my dick.”

You lose your balance, but Osamu holds you in place as your hands find themselves on the soft duvet next to his head. Your stepbrother’s tip hits your lips, is warm and salty as you willingly start licking and sucking it as if you had a juicy lollipop between your lips.

Bit by bit, you try to get your throat used to its length. Suna’s cock is long, hitting the end of your throat repeatedly as you press your tongue against his massive member. Loudly, he gasps, collects your hair into a disheveled braid to direct the speed itself.

“Fuck mh you love your brother’s dick, right? Haah, you suck me so well, little girl.”

Suna moves faster forward and back, harder he pushes you against his pelvis. His pubic hair tickles you while his length pushes into the back of your head. You sense that your neck could break at any moment. Never was he that rough, yet you love how he's threatening you. 

His cock is so deep inside you that you can’t even swallow. Your saliva flows like shimmering icicles along your chin and drips on your hands. Afraid of not getting air, you look up at him, but his excited, keen gaze tells you he will not stop until he is satisfied.

As soon as your eyes glaze out of fear, your whimper vibrates along his entire length, you see how he's forming a satisfied almost arrogant smile. For a moment you had forgotten Osamu, whose tongue now wraps more aggressively around your clit, his fingers squeezing through your entrance without being asked. Lewd, smacking noises can be heard as the first gush flows through your body. You claw your fingers into the duvet and would most like to moan Osamu’s name, but you can’t.

“M’ coming” You Mumble, at least try while your mouth is still stuffed.

“Aah fuck yes, come for me, baby.” 

You were so busy with Suna that you didn’t realize how close you were to your own orgasm, which is still running through your body. With weak legs, you shiver, while your thoughts are like in a dream somewhere else. You swallow a soft groan, want to get up from Osamu now that you are so sensitive, but he presses you down on his face with his free hand.

“Nnnhg! Ya taste so good. Mhh I can’t let ya go now. C'mon, sing for me baby.”

Thirsty, he continues to drink from you, loving how your legs press against his head while trembling. You seem overwhelmed, lost in your lust.

“Mmmh, haa! I can't, it's… too much…. So good ah!” 

You moan again. Or at least you try while you're stuffed with Suna's length. Your sight, the vibration on his cock makes Suna crazy, he knows exactly that he will come every moment and now reaches with both hands to the back of your head, pulls you deep against him a few more times, before his whole length pulsates like crazy in your throat.

“Ah fuck, babe I’m coming! Swallow it like the good little doll you are.” 

He says, presses you against his pelvis as you try to support yourself against his body. He is far too deep in you. Everything burns as his load settles in your throat like a warm, thick veil flowing down the inside.

Groaning, he bends his upper body, puts his head on your narrow back, tickles your sides with his hair, and waits for even the last drop of his cum to be swallowed by his beloved sister.

You are overwhelmed with everything, don’t know what to react to first, to Osamu who still licks and costs you as if you were an incredibly precious dessert or to Suna, who carefully pulls his length out of your mouth and sits for a moment exhausted in front of you. The green-eyed one looks at your coughing, naked body.

He sees Osamu’s mouth shimmering through your juice, his fingers quickly fucking you and making moist sounds. Your legs give in more and more, your teary eyes and your gasping breath. You're already so exhausted, overwhelmed and sensitive. So beautiful to see you struggle so early. He’s far from done with you. Nor is it his cock. It’s still stiff, greedy for your warm walls.

“Osamu, that’s enough now.” 

He interrupts the man below you and gets a questioning look from both of you. With a quick head movement, he makes you understand that you should go down from Osamu, which you then do with shaky legs and drop your weak body on the sheets. This time Osamu’s grip is also loose, allowing you to get off of him.

As if he had just been torn out of a delightful dream, Osamu remains lying, turns his head to the side and looks at your exhausted body. Would you be mad at him, hit him if he caressed you now? If he kisses you, would tell you how much he loves you?

“Look at the mess you’ve made. His hand is full of your juice. He couldn’t even undress without getting dirty…” 

Suna teases you with a mocking undertone, and you look ashamed at the man with grey hair. Only now do you realize he has been watching you for quite a while.

“I’m sorry Osamu…”

“No, please it’s -” 

“Let me help you with your clothes.” You interrupt him promptly and lift your tired body, strip him as you did with Suna before. Part by part, his clothes land next to yours on the floor until he, too, only presents his naked body. And with it, his stiff cock that made your eyes big.

The situation is a kind of weird for him. Although he had always dreamed of getting intimate with you, having his best friend with him is kind of weird… Only it doesn’t matter at the sight of your shapely breasts, your wet pussy and the still shaking legs.

“Come here, doll. I'm not done… You know what's next, do you?” 

Get Suna’s voice him out of his mind as he watches your body crawl to your stepbrother on all fours before you place yourself above his lap. He's not touching you, his hands just lie there while he's watching your movements. How you climb up his body and grab his already hard member to let its length slide slowly into you. With a soft moan you place your arms around his neck, grabbing his hair a bit and look him deep into his beautiful eyes. You feel his dick massaging your walls, squeeze through them until its tip hits your cervix.

 “Ahhh, I love your dick so much Rin-!” You groan directly as it is completely inside you, easily enters through your previous orgasm, as Suna grabs your hips to moves you up and down.

“Yeah, you’re such a whore for my dick, right? Wanna ride it until you’re a crying mess.” He breathes into your ear and gives you a slap on the butt just to knead your ass cheeks with a growl.

"Yeah you like that right? Like it when I'm being rough with my little girl. Mmmh look at your face, you look like a needy whore." He says and slaps you again, harder this time. 

“Ngh! Love it mmh~”

“Osamu, come here…” He almost commands his friend while he only looks at your pussy as it’s creaming Suna’s cock. First Osamu hesitates, but then he gets closer to both of you, sits down next to Suna and looks embarrassed at his ring and forefinger, which are still covered by your sticky juice.

But Suna’s hand slips into his view, wrapping itself around Osamus’ wrist. Their eyes meet before Suna raises Osamu's hand and leads his fingers to his face. Osamus’s eyes grow large as he feels his friend’s tongue wrapping around his digits.

“You know, it’s not fair if you're the only one tasting her. She's my girl, so give me at least a little something.” 

He slurps loudly when he licks his friends’ fingers clean. To the surprise of the gray-haired man, he is not disgusted, also it does not bother him. It is almost appealing to get the affection he got from you, now also from Suna.

“Osamu? Wanna fuck her too? Your little dream girl from school? Or do you just want to watch how I fuck her pussy until she's a whiny mess?”

Suna suddenly asks him, who gives his attention back to you, looks at your shaky breasts every time you jump up and down on him. You don’t know if you can handle Osamu and Suna together. How are you supposed to when Suna is already satisfying your pussy? Or will he just stop, and you would sleep with Osamu while Suna watches you?

“Yes… I want to fuck her” Osamu’s voice sneaks into your ears and catches your eye.

“Huh? I didn’t hear you. What do you want? My doll is moaning so loud.”

“I want to kiss her, I want to fuck her, I want to ruin her.” He says with more pleasure in his voice, fix your gaze.

“I want to fill her, I want to make her cry and scream.”

Chuckling, Suna pulls you to his chest, stopping you in your movement before pulling your ass cheeks apart. Gives his friend the best look at your hole that clenches around nothing but air.

“Rin!” 

“Do you want to fuck her tight pussy or her needy asshole? You know… You’d be the first to fill her asshole.”

“Rintarou, stop saying that!” You say ashamed, but Osamu interrupts you in your sentence. 

“I want her hot ass… to fuck her hole.” His voice is so aroused because knowing that he is the first to fuck you there is more than satisfying to him. 

“Hey wait Osamu, wait! That's not funny. I- I don't want that okay! Please I do everything for you but don't -" You say in panic and wind your body to get up, but Suna grips you tightly. With glassy eyes, you look at him, already taste your salty tears on your own lips now that you are full of fear, but he only gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead. 

“It’s okay doll. I know you can do that.”

“No I-”

“Shhh, I’m so proud of you. That you want to help Osamu makes me so happy. If you want to stop now, that would be disappointing, but of course, that’s okay.“ He tries to make you feel guilty, with success. Because you don’t want to make your beloved stepbrother unhappy.

“O-okay…” you whisper quietly before trying to relax and bury your head in the crook of Suna’s neck, still sniffing. The bed creaks as Osamu sits behind you and starts stroking your small back along to your ass. He spreads passionate kisses on your back before he arrives at your ass.

“Nggh! Don't hurt me… please Osamu.” You hum as his tongue licks your asshole. His hand wanders to your pussy filled with Suna’s cock. Both Suna and you moan with Osamu’s warm hand massaging your pussy and thus Suna’s length.

“Are ya ready, pretty girl?” Breathe Osamu’s voice quietly at your hole. Actually, you’d like to shake your head, but you don't want to disappoint Suna. Yet you’re curious and you’d have to lie if all this didn’t thrill you. So you just nod. But nothing is happening.

“Mh baby, ya need to speak up.” Osamu teases you, and now also Suna is clear that his friend has finally arrived, has finally realized that he can be himself and does not have to pretend to be someone else.

“I’m ready…”

“Ready for what? What is it ya want?”

“I- don’t make me say these dirty things…”

“Say it or we won’t make you come a second time. Right Suna?”

“Right.” 

Ashamed, you squeeze your lips together, fall silent and do not want to do them this favor of having so much power over you. But you are weak.

“I won’t continue with this, doll.” Suna whispers to you, sipping on your earlobe as he lifts you almost painfully slowly from his cock, then rams his entire length roughly and hard into you, slaps your skin on his and makes you scream.

“So good!” It escapes you before you bite your lower lip again to prevent another whine. But Suna can be so sly.

“Mh such pretty sounds. You want my dick so much. Needy little whore. You want that again? That I fill your slutty pussy with my fat cock?” Again, he lifts you to thrust deep and firmly into you. Again you moan pleasantly, letting your eyes roll backwards.

“Then don’t be a brat and listen to what Osamu tells you.” Chuckles his voice that makes your whole body tingle.

“I- I want your dick. I want your fat cock in my dirty asshole, Osamu. Please fill my hole.” You say, are surprised and ashamed of yourself. Suna is also surprised by your words, but smiles.

You can hear Osamu licking his fingers, a cold drop of saliva hitting your hole and sliding along to your stuffed entrance.

“Hah! S- Samu no!”

As soon as the cold saliva is on your skin, you can feel his finger circling around your hole. He's kissing and biting your ass in exchange, his teeth burning like an imprint in your skin, before his finger presses against your hole, wants to drill in. “Relax.” He says as he sees your body tightening. After all, he doesn’t want to hurt you.

Again, he circles around your hole, waiting until you breathe deeply and relax before he pushes his finger into you and makes you mewl.

“Ah mmh fuck Osamu! It hur- ahhh mmh” You squeak. Grab Suna’s hair with your hands because you don’t know where to go with yourself. It hurts, but it’s a pleasant pain. It feels so good that you squeeze Suna’s cock inside you and make him moan. 

“Ah fuck, so good, yes? Does his finger make you so horny that your needy pussy wants to milk my cock right now?”

Your cheeks are glowing, yet Suna’s words only reach your mind halfway. “Oh god Samu, please fill me with your dick!” you groan in an excited voice, start moving your pelvis again, although Suna had deliberately stopped so that you can get used to this new feeling.

“But I have to prepare you first. Otherwise it will hurt.”

“No…I don’t just want your finger, please Osamu, please!” You whine and lift your head to look through the narrow mirror at the wardrobe to Osamu. Too much controlled by this new feeling, you know secretly that you can’t handle Osamu’s cock. Yet his fingers feel too good, but are not enough. Besides, you don’t want to make Suna angry. You want him to be proud of you.

You try to keep eye contact until Osamu nods. He takes his finger out of you and spits in his hand to distribute plenty of his saliva to his cock. To pass some time, Suna lies down, pulls you down with him and slowly shifts his cock again.

“You’re such a good little doll. I’m really proud of you, you know?” He breathes, elicits a beautiful smile from your lips, before he strokes a strand of hair behind your ear to nib on your lower lip.

“Are ya ready? Want me to rip your hole with my dick?” 

“Yes Osamu, yes I’m ready! Please fuck me!” You Say full of pleasure and help him by pushing your cheeks apart this time, giving him a better view of your throbbing hole. Hungry, he licks his lips before pressing his glans against your hole, one hand around his shaft, the other on your neck as he watches you through the mirror. He doesn’t wait long until he pushes his length into you, making you cry out at the sudden pain you feel.

“Ah fuck Samu! S- stop it hurts so much!” You shout with tears in your eyes, your hands wrapped around Suna’s shoulders. 

But Osamu doesn’t stop, only with slow thrusts, then faster he fucks you, becomes harder and harder with those cries you give of you. Even Suna doesn’t stop him, instead he glides his cock inside you harder.

“Osamu! Osamu, please stop it hurts… It hurts… You'll break me!” 

“Stop squealing like a pig. Ya wanted it to be like this, so live with it.” 

His voice is deep, cool in your ears, as the hand that was just on your collar wraps around your complete neck and pulls you back to him. He presses one hand on your belly, to make you feel both dicks more intense while the other hand roughly grasps tighter around your throat. He feels in his palm how you swallow from fear as he watches you gasp for air, how your hands wrap around his wrist to free yourself, but your fear only excites him even more. Your breath becomes sharp, the air you need no longer fleet through your body and only swallowed sounds come out of you.

Although you are afraid, you notice the area between your legs getting wet. Your lungs burn and your vision becomes unclear as your hands fall from Osamu’s wrist weakly before he loosens the grip and fresh air flows into your lungs. 

Coughing, you gasp for air, wide your eyes, cry again as Osamu thrusts firmly into you, so rough that you almost lose your balance. Tears run down your cheeks, everything is too much for you, Osamu tears your hole to pieces as much as it burns. You never thought he’d be so rough. He must be in a terrible mood.

The pain is unbearable, and you try to push your hands back, pressing Osamu away from you. But Suna reaches for your hands, links his fingers to yours and prevents you from moving. Both enter you rhythmically. You have the feeling that they both rub against your walls. Suna is faster, more aggressive as he thrusts into you, moaning every time you roll your hips. Osamu is slower, but always slides deeper into you. You have the feeling that he will rip you in two if he gets even a bit faster. Your hole burns more and more, his cock presses powerfully against your inside. Quickly, your tears roll over your face again, down on Suna’s naked chest. 

Both men are full of passion, full of spirit and want more. They get harsher, hands rough on your skin, scratching you, hitting your shapely ass and breasts. Again and again you shout up, sobbing, thinking you are breaking every moment, but you feel more and more accustomed to this pain and this powerlessness. About you being used like a toy to please the men you care so much about. 

You tell yourself that the pain gradually turns into a pleasant pain and lets you enjoy the fullness of both cocks. That it excites you that two men are so crazy about you that both can’t let you go and you can make them so happy with your body. 

Osamu’s free hand ghosts over your shape, stroking your side up to your breast to knead it. Rustling, he presses your nipple between his fingers, pulling it before hitting your already reddened skin again and watching you how another tear from the corner of your eye drop on the other man.. 

“Ah S-Samu… Please don’t be so rough.” You cry, even when the pain in your core subsides and turns more and more into pleasure. 

“Oh baby, if ya knew how hard ya make me. You look so hot like that. Fuck if ya know how crazy you’re making me.”

He breathes his moist voice into your ear before he kisses your neck and shoulder, pushing his pointed teeth into your flesh. You sense his warm tongue, his quick breath on your skin, his hands that don’t let go of your neck and breast, his length pushing harder and harder into you, his skin slapping against yours. Suddenly you feel so good even when your body screams, you notice how your whole body gets warmer and enjoy the sight in the mirror. 

“Mmmmh Samu!

“Want me to fill yer dirty hole?”

“Yes please, fill me hha!”

As soon as you have uttered your words, you feel him hammering into you without mercy, his hand now pressing down on your hip.

“Samu ah!” Your sugar-sweet moan lights up the room. 

The gray-haired one knows it won’t take him long to reach his orgasm. He looks down from the mirror at your back, at your reddened ass, how your cheeks move with every push. And even before he knows what he’s doing here, he brings his hand to your soft cheek. 

“Ah!”

“Fuck, yer ass is so hot.” he whispers and again hits your red, swollen skin. 

“God, ya squeeze my dick so well, babe.” Murmurs Osamu, is balls-deep inside of you, doesn’t care what words or sounds he speaks now. But Osamu is not the only one who will soon color you from the inside. You see Suna also slightly wrinkles his face below you, pressing your hands tighter and slapping his skin against yours. 

“Hey doll, I’m close. Do you want to be my good girl? Do you want to come with us? Can you do that?” Rasping words vibrate on your lips, so close are you to each other. You were just waiting for your beloved stepbrother to say these words. Because for the second time you feel this knot in you, this tingling in your whole body and this incredible feeling in your abdomen that is about to explode at any moment. Your thoughts are not clear at all right now. You are in your own world, enjoying how the two cocks rub against each other inside you, how both of your holes are filled with massive members. 

“God yes Suna, I’m so close. Wanna come for you!” You groan, open your eyes a crack to look at him before his eyes look past you to Osamu. 

“Let’s make her come, should we?” 

Suna’s question is rhetorical because the answer is clear. Both men nod conspiratorially before they dig their hands into your skin, almost animalistic for the last time, before you first feel Osamu’s dick twitching in you, as his cum shoots through your hole and his sweaty chest collapses exhausted on your back, his head lands in the crook of your neck. 

“Fuck, babe, hah! You're such a good girl.” He sighs, bringing his hand to your clit, even though he is exhausted, rubbing it to bring you to your orgasm faster. 

“Ah, Osamu s- stop, you’ll make me come!” You groan and squeeze the two cocks that are still inside you. 

"C'mon be our good little fuck doll." He says now, pressing harder against your clit, moving his half-stiff dick slowly in and out. For a moment you feel like losing consciousness but Suna's voice prevents you from doing so. 

“Mh doll, you’re so tight. Want me to breed my little girl?” Suna says with an eager expression. You want to tell him not to come inside your walls, but your words deceive you. 

“Mhmm, ah yes Rin- please breed me.”

“Yes? Such a brave girl. Your pussy’s mine. You’re mine and I will pump my seed inside of you, fill your womb with my kid.”

His words should scare you, but you can’t fight them back now that the pressure of Osamu’s fingers on your bud is getting stronger and stronger as the knot in you is loosening. The only thing you manage to say is a quiet “no, wait no” hoping Suna heard you. 

Your words were crystal clear in his ears, but that doesn’t stop him from thrusting into you again and again, already feeling your pulsating walls on his dick milking him. ‘Cause he feels like you’re going to climax every second. 

You release yourself from Suna’s hands, grasping at his hair before a strong gush flows through your body. Your vision turns black, all the voices you heard earlier disappear before you groan loudly and distribute your juice on Suna. Your body twitches strongly from all the arousal. Almost turns numb as you spasm around both men. 

“Osamu haaa! I… C- coming haah!”

“stupid little whore. I’m the one fucking you right now. Don’t use his name while I breed you with my kid.” 

Suna’s angry voice interrupts you before you feel his hand in your hair. Roughly pushing you against him as you notice his cock thrust into you one last time before his tip knocks on your cervix to fill you to the brim. Now you notice what Suna has just done, that he has really come inside you, not as usual where you swallow his cum or when he spreads his load on your body. He hadn’t heard you. You look at him in a panic, but his look is serious, sharp as he presses his thumb against your lips. 

“I’m so proud of you, my pretty doll. You did so well.”

“Suna why did you-”

“You’re mine. Don't use another man's name again.” He says, presses your head against his chest still with his length inside of you to make sure that you won't waste his sperm. 

His heart is racing, just like his breath. It almost matches the sound of your own heart, which is beating heavily. Osamu still lies on top of you, almost taking the air to breathe with his weight. All of you are tired, stay like this and say nothing until Osamu’s phone rings and he slowly straightens up, carefully pulling his cock out of you to look at the screen. 

Suna’s cock is now no longer in you, has been pushed out through your throbbing walls and now lies limp between your bodies. You feel the sperm flowing out of both holes, trying to keep it in you out of shame, but in vain. All the sperm is spread over Suna and you, leaving a big mess. 

Just then your stepbrother rolls you over suddenly, pins you under himself before he straightens up and remains at the edge of his bed. He looks at your used body, which continues to lie motionless on his sheets. You’re all messed up, your holes filled, your look is ruined. He loves that look. No matter how nice your voice is, how cute your smile is, or how wonderful you please him every day, he loves nothing more than to see you tired, happy and in some kind of pleasant rush because of him. You will always be his beloved good little girl. And he will always love you. 

“So? Did the bank write to you?” Asks Suna, who turns his dreamy gaze away from you, to his friend, who sighs and has put his phone away again. 

“Mhm…” Osamu answers him only briefly, and the green-eyed man knows exactly what answer he has received. Again, he looks at you before he gets up and puts his hand on his friend’s shoulder. 

“You know, stay as long as you want. I’m gonna take a shower.” 

Questioned, Osamu looks at him, doesn’t quite know what to do with this statement. 

“I know you’ve always had your eye on her. Play with her, fuck her, even her pussy if you want, ruin her, let her scream and cry, do what you want, but… So that one thing is clear, only I’m allowed to fill her pussy with my cum.” 

Suna grins at him conspiratorially, winks at you before he opens a drawer of his nightstand containing all sorts of sex toys. Handcuffs, whips, vibrators, dildos, ropes, candles, and so much more. 

“Have fun, my good old friend.”

“S- Suna...” you breathe so quietly only you can hear it.

For a long time Osamu stares at the full drawer, is grateful for what his friend is doing for him even if he doesn’t know which of his fantasies he wants to pursue first. But it doesn’t matter, because he has enough time for each of them. 

With a dark expression, he looks at your broken shape, licks his lips at what he still has in store for you and enjoys the fear in your eyes.