#tw praise

You had once been nameless to him, to your Naoya.

But now, barely a year later, you share his name.

He knew you had to be his the moment he set his eyes on you. It was a mere coincidence that he had business to attend in the building you worked in. It was a mere coincidence that you got in the elevator at the same time as he was riding it. And it was a mere coincidence that you were accompanied by a snivelling, long-forgotten acquaintance he hadn’t thought about for years.

A pathetic excuse of a man who he instantly noted had a crush on you.

He re-familiarised himself with this man, for you. He found his contact information and met him for coffee. He pretended to listen to him ramble about the old days and other drivel he thought would be of any interest to Naoya.

His drink started to cool; the lukewarm temperature of his coffee made him realise enough time had been wasted. His posture changed, his friendlier demeanour dropped as he leaned forward. He placed his phone on the table, unlocked, with the phone screen open and ready to be typed into. His acquaintance looked with an amalgamation of confusion and concern, his eyes dating between Naoya’s and his phone.

“I’d like you to give me the number of that colleague of yours we rode the elevator with.” he said, plainly. He scoffed out a laugh immediately as he saw the man’s panic rise at the threat of competition. As if he would actually stand a chance with you. “You know who I’m referring to, yeah? Big tits, perfect ass. Give me her number.”

“N-No,” he shook his head. “I mean, I don’t have it. So, I can’t, I’m sorry.” he responded, pulling his lips into a thin line as he chewed his own nerves.

“Is that so?” Naoya spoke, standing to his feet. “That is unfortunate, it seems I’ve wasted my precious time on you. Thankfully I remember you both work on floor twelve so I can get it myself. I’ll be seeing you, then.”

“Wait!” he grabbed Naoya’s arm to stop him, quickly letting go and Naoya’s eyes looked down at it. “L-Listen. I’m sure a guy like you can have any girl you want. But me ‘n her have something special! P-Please leave her be.”

Naoya smirked, at that, dusting off his arm where the man’s hand had been. He turned to face him dead on, looking down with contempt and disdain as a myriad of insulting sentences and degrading words flew through his mind.

“I can’t tell if you actually believe that or not. She is a woman of a certain calibre made for a specific kind of man. She is made to belong to a man like me.”

“Belong?”

“Yes, belong. Women are made for men. They are made to be dressed, displayed, fucked, and bred. You don’t understand that and so you will never succeed if you and competing with a man like me. I sympathise; I do.” he said as he pulled out his wallet and threw down a few bills on the table. “And I suggest you don’t interfere, I’m quite friendly with your boss.”

All the man could do is watch that shit-eating smirk sprawl across Naoya’s features before he took his leave. His heart was racing and his blood boiled. He couldn’t afford to get fired.

He couldn’t afford to warn you.

Naoya is the kind of man who likes to show off his achievements, and you are no exception. You are his favourite investment. A beautiful woman on his arm with a ring on her finger is the highest form of currency at any event he attends. The dresses he buys that accentuate your soft breasts and plump ass are worth every penny. Expensive earrings and necklaces are displayed so beautifully and paint a picture of how much you are worth; how much he is worth, and how easily he can splash his cash around.

You didn’t know you were the type of woman to be allured by money until you met him. He found you at the perfect time, hating your job and struggling to make ends meet. The money isn’t what attracted you to him, it was his looks. It isn’t any less superficial, really, but a handsome new face in your workplace was a breath of fresh air. He knew how to flirt, he was charismatic and you found yourself stalling the conversation to prevent him from leaving. Your fingers let off steam as you typed your number in his phone, and you were left waiting with bated breath to see when he’d make contact.

But you’re his wife, now. And you haven’t quite noticed that, to him, you are a possession. You only rank higher than his luxury cars and designer watches because of your body. He loves every inch of you, thinking about your cleavage in tight tops or your ass in a clingy skirt makes him rock fucking hard.

There’s no denying your body drives him wild. But there’s something missing, something you don’t have.

And still, there’s no time wasted when he gets that way. Whether he’s in his office at work or at home with you, he seeks instant relief and gratification. He’ll play with himself at his desk, video calling you and ordering you to strip and talk dirty to him as his fist becomes a blur.

The more likely outcome, however, is him having his wicked way with you as he is now. You’d been so perfect, his perfect girl. So well trained when speaking to guests at your party. You conversed with wealthy men who ogled you more shamelessly than your own husband does. You weren’t drinking, not alcohol. Never alcohol. A glass of sparkling water with a fat lemon wedge that Naoya must remember to scold the help for. It’s hideous and he almost couldn’t take his eyes off it. Your drink was chilled with ice, and that is what broke him away from his anger regarding the lemon.

With a delicate sip, the water still somehow spilled from the corner of your lips. It was too quick for you to dab away undetected, rolling rapidly from your mouth and down your neck. It slid perfectly to the roundness of your pushed-up tits, much to the delight of every man in your proximity. You apologised immediately for your unsightliness, like the good girl Naoya expects you to be.

But in actuality, he didn’t mind. No one minded. The sensuality of one little droplet stirred so deliciously with your innocent obliviousness was more erotic than any porn.

“Excuse us, gentlemen. I’ll get my wife cleaned up.” he told them, “Come with me, darling.” he said, already leading you away.

His definition of ‘cleaning you up’ turned out to be him fucking desperately into you in front of your wall to ceiling mirrors.

All he could manage was pulling his cock out, he simply didn’t have time to undress. He almost didn’t have time to undress you either, but there’s more of you he wanted to see.

Your skirt rests around your waist, and all he felt necessary to do was yank down your top enough to expose your breasts. He’s noisy, your Naoya, and you’re sure he gets off to the sight of you and what he does to you more than what he’s actually doing to you.

His large hand holds your jaw from behind so you can see what he’s seeing. The way your tits bounce and jiggle with every pummel of his hips. The way his cock disappears in and out of your spread cunt while your thighs ripple with each eager fuck. His cock glistens and shines with your goodness, coated with the wetness given to him as he bullies himself inside of your plush, velveteen walls.

“Naoya— N-Naoya! Our guests!” you remind him, doing all you can to hold yourself up amid the onslaught of fucks. Nothing else matters to him, not more than this. And truthfully, you couldn’t care less either. But you’d be remiss to not attempt to seem responsible.

“Fuck, don’t.” he speaks as his teeth grit. A hand moves from your hip to rest on the mirror and he almost mounts you even while standing.

You’re so small, beneath him, gasping for air as his hand moves from your chin to your throat. He begins to leave tell-tale smudges on the pristine mirror that the maids can gossip about later.

“Fuuuuck baby, g’na send you back out there with no panties on,” he all but growls in your ear. You giggle slightly, at that. But he can’t. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

“N-Nuh-uh, everyone would—”

“Nuh-uh? Gone dumb already, princess? Yuh-huh. Don’t say no to me, remember? Good girls don’t say no.” he carries on talking right in your ear. He chuckles as you clench, his words rushing straight to your heat and you somehow douse his length further. “Like it when daddy talks to you, huh? Want daddy to talk you through it?” he says, it’s mocking but he means it. You feel like your heartbeat is in your tongue and you’re gasping for a breath.

That was new.

“Daddy? D-Daddy?”

“Yeaaaah, daddy.” he smirks.

His brows knot together as his thrusts become heavier and his balls begin to slap against your ass. They’re heavy, so heavy and full and he’s close. You can almost feel his heartbeat as his body rests against your back. Each thump of his heart feels like a punch between your shoulder blades and it’s a sensation you could get addicted to.

Your tits, your thighs, your ass. He’s in love with your body and your softest parts but they all pale in comparison to his favourite thing in the world. Something that makes him harder than anything in the fucking world, and it’s something you don’t have.

“Everyone’s gonna see my cum leaking out of you when you go back to that party,” he tells you, looking at you directly in the mirror as he speaks. He holds your chin again, forcing you to look at him, and you don’t dare close your eyes. “And in a few months, w-when your belly swells with me, everyone who was here will remember this way the day that I fucked you full.”

“Ohmygod,” you gasp, eyes rolling back as the salaciousness of his words makes your heart skip a beat. “You want a baby?” you ask, your body too tired to express true surprise.

“No… baby,” he starts, moving closer to the mirror so that your tits squish against the cool glass. His eyes darken, angling his head to nibble on your ear as his hips slow slightly. “I want an heir.”

He’s not looking at you in the mirror anymore. He’s looking at you. Your hair that had been so perfectly in place minutes prior now fucked into stray strands. Beads of sweat traversing from your hairline down your neck and the way your pulse throbs with each earnest breath.

His hand flies down to rub your clit after you hear his confession. The words, for some reason, had brought you closer than ever to your looming demise. He’s lost all semblance of control, he almost doesn’t want this encounter to end and yet he knows it must. He rails into you with a deliverance that is sure to bruise your thighs, a sight that is more exquisite than a priceless painting. It is art made by him that you’re sure to thank him for.

He moans louder as he imagines the sight of you on the bed, purple blooming bruises formed on the backs of your legs as you lie with your head in the pillows and ass in the air. His pretty painting leaking with his seed, what a sight it would be. He spills himself inside of you at the very idea of it before he remembers once again that he’s in the moment, now. He’s fucking you, now.

He’s rubbing your clit until you start to cum.

“Cum, now.” he orders.

And you do, so divinely. Your knees buckle in and he doesn’t stop rubbing you despite your whimpers and protests.

“Don’t run from it, don’t you dare run from it, woman,” he warns you. “Giving you my kid, need you to take it all.”

He wraps an arms around your ribs and below your breasts and it genuinely feels like he’s taken your lungs in his hands and he’s squeezing with all his might. You can’t run, even if you tried. Your whole-body trembles in his hold and your brain feels robbed of oxygen as you feel spurt after spurt of his hot white injection infiltrating your insides.

“Mmmmpf, Naoya,” you hum contently. “S’full… hope that made you a daddy.”

“If it didn’t… we’re gonna have to keep going ‘til it takes.”

© 2026 rinhaler

and not only is that trait the one thing loki loves most about you; it’s also the most obvious. you can never hide anything from him— not that you do that often, but it doesn’t take him much… persuading to get you to admit what’s on your mind— the flush of your cheeks and chest and the way your eyes dart away and the way you hide your face in the side of your hair is unmistakable.

especially tonight, when he invited you to come with him to the casino for a few hours of poker between him and the second-in-command of the howlers— bucky barnes.

normally loki’s quite possessive, hiding you away from any men that even breathe differently near you, in fear that they might kidnap you or take you away from him.

but he trusts bucky and knows him quite well— from the very wine he fancies to the two secret hideout flats he has in case something happens (aka, where to find him if he even dares to try anything).

more importantly, he relishes in the flustered look on your face when bucky talks to you.

and he finds it adorable how you're nothing but a flushing, timid mess around barnes.

it’s no secret you see bucky as much more than just your lover’s illegal business partner. (loki knows that shyness all too well, from when he first took you to a dinner date at the rooftop of a first-class hotel and asked to be your official boyfriend, from when he gave you a beautiful diamond necklace to wear at a party with him, from when he kneels between your spread legs, lifting up your dress to reveal the dripping wet, clenching little cunt he loves to spoil so much.)

it was undeniably cute how you clung to loki when the three of you first met at the lobby, and even more adorable when barnes complimented your little blue dress and you mumbled a thank you, tucking your face into loki’s shoulder.

he merely chuckled, softly patting your head as he sent a knowing look to barnes.

“i’m back!”

loki looks up to see you place down the glasses.

the corner of his mouth quirks, and he reaches for your hand and presses it to his lips, mumbling a thank you, angel as he watches in amusement as you react so cutely, eyes widening and face burning red.

bucky clears his throat and raises his eyebrow from the other side of the table. “loki. your move."

loki snickers, letting go of your hand as he side-eyes bucky. “don't rush me, barnes. you'll get your turn soon."

both of them know he's not just talking about poker.

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“you fucking bastard.” bucky grins, laughing breathlessly.

loki chuckles, raises his hands as the dealer sweeps the chips to his side of the table.

“one time. one time you let me win is all I ask," bucky takes another swig of his drink.

“sorry, i have to put on a show. can't let my darling here think i'm a loser.”

you perk up from leaning on loki's shoulder, half-asleep.

“hmm?" you mumble, sitting up. "more drinks?”

loki chuckles, placing a hand on your knee and another on your head to lean you back against him. “no, no, we're alright, thanks, love.”

“y’know,” bucky quips, tapping a finger on the table. “this’s getting a little boring. you and i both have a lot of money and betting a few thousand isn’t gonna change that.”

loki tilts his head, brows furrowing. “i don’t follow.”

“just wondering,” bucky shrugs, running his metal hand through his hair. “why don’t we put much more valuable stuff at stake?”

your lover grins. “like?”

bucky rolls up the left sleeve of his black button-up, flashing a stunning gold watch.

“this is one of the very first rolex oysters ever made, back in 2000. an ordinary one costs six thousand, but this baby is worth 1.7.”

“million?”

loki turns when he sees your eyes widen as you lean forward, admiring the watch.

“you heard it right. some say the only people who have ever touched it are the ceo, steve jobs, and kim kardashian.”

“and you.” you mumble softly. “i remember i watched this on buzzfeed unsolved. it went missing from from the british museum... did you-?”

“hold on, sweetheart," bucky chuckles, “i didn't steal this or anything. hydra did, i just happened ‘ta rip it off that bastard strucker’s dead body.”

loki turns to bucky. “it’s… quite interesting. though, it's a shame i don’t have anything on me tonight worth betting.”

bucky’s eyes meet yours.

then he grins.

“how ‘bout you bet your little angel here, huh?”

loki’s eyes darken, pulling you close to himself. “what?”

bucky laughs, waves his hand nonchalantly.

“not, like, forever, just one night, take her for a little spin. bet she sounds real pretty when she feels good, huh?”

in the corner of his eye, loki sees your brows furrow, and he feels you grip onto his shirt tighter.

“not that i’ll stand a chance against you, snake boy. doesn’t really matter what you put on the line if you win, right?”

you place your hand over loki’s, looking up at him anxiously. “loki, did i hear that right?”

he brushes a hand against your cheek, before turning to barnes.

“give us a moment."

bucky nods, standing up to go get another drink, leaving the atmosphere heavy with tension as loki patiently waits for you to say something.

“is it… weird that i kinda want the watch?"

loki scoffs, patting your hair as you lean into his touch. “of course not. i’ll win it for you, i’ll even kill him if it m-”

“no!!" you yelp, and he laughs.

“just joking, dear." he kisses your hand again.

“mhm.”

“mhm?" he mimics your breathy hum, smirking and teasingly kissing your cheeks and neck. “and why is my angel suddenly so shy, mhm?"

you gasp, trying to push him away with no avail. “loki, love, baby-”

he leans in just enough for his lips to graze against your ear. “can i tell you a secret?"

you nod, whining softly, and he grins.

“i know about your little crush on barnes~"

your eyes widen. “what?"

“oh, don't act so coy, love.” loki presses a hand to your chest, pushing you against the seat. “you know you can't hide anything from me, can you?"

“i’m not hiding anything-”

loki chuckles, shaking his head as he leans over you, smiling harder when your face flushes.

“right, you aren't, love," he tucks a stray bit of hair behind your ear. “not when it's so obvious to me. not when you’re such a shy little dove when he’s around, hmm?"

the way your lips part and close again as if you’re struggling to speak goes straight down to his crotch. he knows deep down you want this, that no matter how much you deny it the way you squeeze your soft thighs together is unmistakable.

“i’m going to accept this little deal, angel.”

he tentatively presses his thumb against your lips, watching intently as your chest heaves nervously at his touch.

“and while we’re playing, i’ll be watching your every reaction to him.”

he brushes your lower lip, pressing a bit harder to slip his thumb into your mouth, pulling away just a second after. you mewl softly, but he pins you to the seat so you can't get away as he leans in to brush his lips seductively against your neck.

“and if i see you turn even the slightest bit pink, i’m going to let him win on purpose and he’ll have you all to himself for the rest of the night.”

he knows you're way too transparent to even try and hide it, but that's the point, isn't it? he knows you want it too. and who is he if not the very first person who should be showering you in rewards and granting your every wish?

he nips down hard on your neck*,* then sucks delicately on the spot, relishing in the sweet sound of pleasure that leaves your lips.

“and if you’re a very good girl for him, i’ll give you a reward you’ll love very much. do you understand, my angel?”

“yeah,” you answer, more whimper than words.

he grins, and just in time, bucky comes back with a few drinks, sitting across the table just as loki moves away from your trembling figure, adjusting his tie very casually as if he didn’t just cuckold you off to his best friend.

needless to say it doesn't take long for the game to end and the more exciting part of the night to begin.

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loki pours himself a drink, swirling the liquid around in the ice and taking a sip.

pretending his cock isn't getting harder with every whimper from you.

bucky’s got you pressed against the king-size bed in his suite, being a pretty angel so kiss-drunk already as he pins your wrists to your side. he’s teased you relentlessly on the elevator ride up to his suite on the 38th floor.

“bucky..." you mumble, your voice breaking off into a gasp as he moves down to your neck.

“gosh,” he grins against your sensitive skin. “you’re the prettiest thing i’ve ever seen.”

the praise has your head spinning as bucky sucks at your neck, grazing his teeth over the mark he’s making.

“see? that right there, how you get all shy when i tell you you're pretty, makes you such a cutie… i don’t blame loki for always keepin’ his hands on you, sugar~”

“bucky-!” you squirm as his knee presses up against your crotch.

loki takes another swig of the alcohol and sets his glass down.

he chuckles. “where are you running off to~?”

bucky is just as amused by your shy antics, letting you struggle in his grip as much as you want to, though he doesn’t let you go.

“gosh, lokes. she’s so-” he kisses your neck real hard and your eyes glaze over, “-fucking pretty.”

“she really is~” loki agrees, leaning back in his chair. “you know, you can be a little bit rougher with her.”

bucky hums. “really? she's real sensitive, don’t think she’ll last long, can’t have my little prize passin’ out on me. will ya’, pretty?”

you shake your head, and both men smirk at how good you want to be for both of them.

“i just wanna get a little taste of you, baby,” bucky mocks your breathless whines. “so could you be a good girl and lay back, hmm? let me claim my prize?”

“o-okay…” you mumble, feeling floaty as his hands wander all over you,.

“so damn cute,” bucky growls, nipping your ear. he places his hands on your thighs, spreading you out for him. bucky’s eyes widen, and he looks back at loki.

loki grins. “no underwear, hmm? just as i told her. see, she’s such a dirty little thing~”

“this whole time?” bucky kisses your inner thigh. “you’re corrupting her, loki.”

“and she likes it,” loki crosses his legs. “no matter how shy she is, it makes her feel heavenly when i praise her for doing everything i command.”

flustered at the way these lethally attractive men are talking about you as if you aren’t here, your eyes meet bucky’s and he smirks.

“that true, baby?”

“i- uh, kinda…?”

loki chuckles at your answer. “barnes, i think your reward is getting a little restless~”

bucky licks his lips and dives in for the kill, tracing his tongue along your slit before sucking on your clit. you whimper, trembling at the sensation, and bucky chuckles.

“god, you taste so fucking pretty.”bucky groans, using his thumb to tease your little bud as he fucks your dripping hole with his tongue.

loki shifts in his seat, the bulge in his pants becoming more and more prominent as he downs the rest of his glass and makes his way towards your helpless, shaking body.

a loud ripping sound fills the room and you gasp, completely bare as loki reduces your little blue dress to shreds.

“i’ll buy you a new one, angel,” loki sits you up as bucky grins up at you, his face wet with your juices.

your eyes widen as he licks his lips again, and you get flustered at the brazen look in his eyes.

“god, sugar,” bucky unfastens his belt. “’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll go stupid.”

you whine, closing your legs to ease the ache, but loki whispers in your ear, “don’t move, darling, you said youd be good for him~”

when bucky rolls up his other sleeve, you realize that you’re completely bare to them while they are both still fully clothed.

the feeling of powerlessness sends a tear down your leg.

bucky pins you down on the bed ass up, and loki takes the belt, binding your hands behind your back.

“she gets all fidgety when she starts feeling good,” loki chuckles when you whimper at his drawl. “don’t want her running off when you make her dumb, hmm?”

bucky swats his hands away, and leans in really close to your ear.

“i’m gonna fuck your pretty hole real good, baby,” he murmurs, and you whine at his dirty words.

bucky spreads your thighs and lines up, smirking up at loki, who quirks an eyebrow as he returns to his seat.

“and your loki here is gonna watch as you come for me over and over and over again like the little cockdrunk princess you are.”

there’s a lewdly wet sound that comes from your pussy as he pushes his cock into you, and you moan loudly, soaking him with your arousal and clenching down on him like a little slut.

“and maybe… if you look real pretty and let me do what i want, i’ll let loki have a turn~”

your glassy eyes flicker up and you whimper at what you see.

loki’s got one fist around his leaking cock, watching as his pretty baby adjusts to bucky’s size.

“you ready, cutie?” bucky laughs at the blissful teary look in your eyes, and decides that he’s got his reply.

he pulls his hips back slowly, making you really feel every bit of him sliding out-

bucky slams back in, stealing your breath and making you squeak brokenly. he laughs, kissing your cheek with a loud smack sound. “hmm? feeling good, sweetheart?”

“uhuh…” you look back at bucky, who grins and kisses you again on the lips.

“such a good little baby~” he mocks your airy voice, and presses you down on the bed and begins thrusting at a slow but rough pace.

loki groans as he watches you get fucked dizzy. “you alright, darling~?” he smiles teasingly, voice raspy from stimulating himself.

“y-yeah…” you mumble, whimpering into the pillows as bucky fucks you from behind.

loki just loves you like this: so depraved yet still shy and willing and still so eager to please, even when your coherence is withering away with every relentless thrust of bucky’s cock into your cunt.

“so fucking cute-” bucks rams particularly hard into you, making you squeak and kick helplessly.

“no, no, don’t fight it, darling,” loki chuckles, tilting your chin up to get a look at your pretty eyes wet with tears. “you’re just his little prize, so just be a good girl for us?”

bucky licks your shoulder and sucks on your sensitive skin, his thrusts getting sloppy.

“f-fuck, i’m getting close, baby~” he whispers hoarsely. “think you can come for me? keep squeezin’ your pretty cunt around me just like that?”

“mhm…” you whimper, nudging your cute little head into the pillow.

bucky fucks into you, groaning at the feeling of your warmth, and pins your shaking hips down on the bed before coming inside of you and making sure none of it drips out. loki cums too, his spent staining the expensive carpet.

shaky breaths tickle your ear, before he laughs and kisses your shoulder, pulling out and untying the belt on your wrists. loki laughs at how limp his pretty angel is as bucky lifts you up into his lap.

“cutie,” bucky traces a metal finger under your chin, brushing his lips against yours.

you shyly hum, eyes droopy and your body too exhausted to move.

but you still register the metallic click and something encasing your wrist.

“a little gift to you for being such a sweetheart, hmm?”

your eyes flutter open as you look down at the million-dollar gold watch around your wrist.

bucky laughs at the way your eyes widen. “don’t scratch it, baby. it’s a modern-day historical relic~”

“b-but didn’t loki lose?” you ask, “that’s why i-”

another set of arms wraps around you, making you wonder when loki got up from his seat.

“darling,” loki drawls, “what you don’t know is that either way, bucky would have ended up fucking your pretty cunt, mm? he likes you very much, doesn’t he?”

your lips part as he places you back down on the bed, spreading your legs before cradling the back of your head with one hand and grabbing your hips in the other.

"You're a pretty sick guy, Nagi, you know that?" Reo laughed idly as he watched your big brother towering above your frightened form. Your eyes moved between the two older men in front of you, unable to believe what was about to happen.

You've always had a thing for Reo. He's cute, he's rich, and the way he's looking to devour you in this moment makes your heart race. Your eyes are fixated on him as the hair he's consistently attempting to keep tucked behind his ear keeps falling in front of his eyes.

A gasp leaves you as Nagi pinches your cheeks and forces you to look at him. His brown eyes staring daggers into your, it's like he's examining how you could even have the audacity to look at a man who isn't him.

"She's my little sister. I'm meant to protect her, isn't that right?" he speaks without shifting his gaze for even a second. You nod, obediently, earning a smile from him. "It's my job to look after you... so I think it's my right to break in your little pussy."

"M-My pussy?" you stutter. You gasp once again as he forces your legs to spread. He flips up your skirt and presses your chest hard enough that your back connects with his unmade bed. You shudder as you feel a slender finger run up the line of your slit. Your soaking panties become stickier with each second his digit is pressed against you.

"Yeah... pretty pussy, baby. Virgins always get wet so easily... 'n your even wetter because you're excited for your nii-san to fuck you. Mmm..." he groans, still teasing your panty-clad folds as he begins to palm at his cock.

You whimper, and he catches the way you glance at Reo like he's your saviour. Like you're begging him to understand you've never done this before, let alone with your brother, and you're oh so worried. Nagi moves the gusset of your panties into the crease of your thigh, baring your petalled flesh to himself and Reo.

"Woah..." Reo speaks. He turns into a blushing mess as he can't tear himself away from the sight between your legs.

"Never seen a cunt before, Reo?" Nagi asks, a single finger circling your sticky clit before he ease it into your tight heat. "Don't tell me you're a virgin, too." he laughs, shallowly.

Reo clears his throat, his eyes finding yours as he searches for your reactions to the pleasure like an addict. The way your face winces at the single finger intrusion couldn't have ended in any other result besides from him being rock hard. His cock straining against his jeans. He's losing his resolve, knowing he'll need to touch himself soon to alleviate the tension.

"No, I- I have- just never seen one that pretty..." he explains.

His response results in Nagi donning a fake pout, before laughing once more.

"You hear that, baby? Prettiest pussy Reo's ever seen... shit, I have to agree." he explains. He wastes no time forcing a second finger inside of you, pumping and scissoring them inside of you to stretch you out. "I'm gonna make you cum nice 'n hard, like a good big brother should. Because your nii-san has a big cock, y'know? It'll be easier to take after you cum."

"I- I-" you speak, a few tears rolling down your face as you try and find the words to say through the concotion of blinding pleasure with an agonising sting.

"Mm... you always look so pretty when you cry."

"Don't think we should be doin' this... Sei... i-it's wrong..." you sniffle, knuckles turning white as you grip onto the bedsheets beneath.

All he can do is tut as he watches you take his fingers like such a good girl. He curls them against your sweet spot, forcing you to throw your head back. He uses his free hand to swipe his fingers over your clit, and at the same time Reo has finally freed himself from his confines. His cock in his hand as he cant resist but to pleasure himself as you fight with the morality of being pleasured by your brother.

"This is exactly what little sisters are made for, sweetheart." Nagi assures you. "Made for nii-san's to fill up like good little girls. You're mine. 'N if you're a really good girl, you'll let nii-san and his friends touch you and fuck you whenever we want."

"Mmpf..." Reo moans, stroking himself up to a climax. Hearing the way Nagi speaks to you like you're nothing more than a plaything seems to be a sexual awakening for Reo.

As beautiful as you are, as gorgeous as your moans are, as pretty as your pussy is.

You're just Nagi's property.

"A-Am I a good girl? A good sister... f'you?" you ask him with pleading eyes.

He smirks, fingering you more as your tears continue to flow.

"Do you want to be? Wanna be our good girl?" he asks, his head tilting in Reo's direction to include him in the conversation. "Do you think what nii-san is doing is wrong? Or do you want to cum all over his fingers?"

"I think she wants to cum." Reo intervenes.

"I think so too. I think my sweet, baby sister wanted to sound like a good girl by saying this is wrong. But you're so close, aren't you? Naughty girl about to make a mess of her brothers fingers."

"N-No..." you sniffle. "Wanna be good... please." you sob, voice sticking in your throat as you can't bear to say anymore.

"The only good thing you can do right now is what we tell you. So, go on... cum all over nii-san's fingers."

And with that final, strict command, your hips are rolling against his fingers as you try to chase your high. You can't believe this is happening. The absolute astonishing pleasure you're becoming dizzy over due to your big brothers ministrations. All the while your crush is watching with so much lust in his eyes, you think he might cum along with you. His face is becoming sweatier, his fist turning to a blur as he works himself faster.

"I- I love you!" you call out, pearlescent cream coating Nagi's fingers as you continue to experience bliss. His fingers don't stop, and your words are just more encouragement to drag every last aftershock out of you.

You aren't even sure who you were talking to in that moment. To Reo? Your brother? Hell, it might have even just been the feeling of cumming. After it's all said and done, and Nagi still won't give you a moment of reprieve, you can't help but stare at Reo once again. You want to see him cum, you aren't sure why, you just feel that it might be close to art when he does.

"Stop it." Nagi commands as he looks over to Reo.

"C-Can't..." Reo explains, his fist still going as he stares at you. He's chasing the feeling you've just experienced, he wants to be in that blissful release with you. He can't stop... he can't... he-

Nagi grabs his wrist and moves his hand away.

"I invited you hear to enjoy my sister's pretty pussy. Have some respect for her. You can jerk yourself off any time, if you blow this opportunity, I won't be kind enough to let you have another."

Reo grunts practically choking out sobs as he's had his ecstacy robbed from him. He takes a few deep breaths, looking at you briefly before looking at Nagi again. He nods, agreeing with his words, the pair of them looking at you again.

"Alright, sweet girl. Nii-san's going to fuck you now."

Seeing the clothes you walk around in. Little vests to give your baby easy access to their much-needed milk. For him, it’s the way you don’t wear a bra. The vests you wear are pre-pregnancy clothes. Much too tight for your large chest, these days. He admires the way your flesh bulges because of your tight clothes.

That’s what brought him here.

What was meant to be a simple question turned into him making himself at home in your bed. And he did knock. It’s not his fault you were so sleepy after feeding your baby. It’s not his fault your skimpy little vests couldn’t conceal your modesty.

He salivated at the way your supple skin was spilling so sensually over the tiny pink lace you were wearing. It was too good to be true, he thought. You, lying perfectly like this, splayed out so beautifully for him.

Surely there’s a catch.

“Mm, Fuyu,” he’ll replay that melody on constant loop in his mind. You’re so sensitive, but he’s not surprised. Your baby has a few teeth, now. You must be so sore, and his touches are so gentle. Have you forgotten how it feels to be touched so delicately?

“Perfect,” he mumbles against your lips, not quite kissing you, “so lovely and perfect.”

He takes things further, making his intent clear. Your lips connect, slotting perfect against one another. Until you pull away; the desperation to gasp in surprise was too overwhelming. His hand cradles the back of your neck, bringing your lips back to his once more. Your eyes close instantly and only open again when you feel his lips curve against yours.

What’s so funny?

His eyes are still closed, but he can’t stop smiling as he tries to focus on making out with you.

“Fuyu… why are you smiling?” you wonder. You moan softly as his lips travel to kiss your earlobe, nibbling slightly before leaving sloppy, romantic kisses on your neck.

“Jus’ wanted you for so long.” he whispers. His hand carefully guides your face to look him in the eyes. He stares into them for an uncomfortable amount of time, and still, you can’t help but feel complete and utter calm.

You aren’t sure why, but part of you is fighting back tears.

Except that’s a lie.

You know exactly why you’re close to weeping in front of Chifuyu.

Never in a million years did you think anyone would find you attractive anymore. You’re a mother. A recently divorced woman, to boot. And you look so tired all of the time since you had the baby. You throw on anything that you can find, not caring in the least about your appearance.

But here’s Chifuyu, making a move on you, unable to mask his want for you. It doesn’t harm your ego either that you’re probably older than other girls he could be interested in. All of those pretty young things and he’s most interested in you.

You let him guide you down onto the bed, your back flat against the mattress. You were ready to turn in for the night, not expecting to see anyone for the rest of the day. Hence the ill-fitting shorts and vest you were wearing as he walked into your bedroom.

He rolls up your vest just enough to expose your stomach. The primal grunt that evades him when he looks down at your body makes you acutely aware of how drenched you are.

Pathetic, really.

Dripping wet shorts from a little making out, like you’re some kind of teenager.

He kisses the soft skin under your belly button, your skin flowing between his fingers as he takes a firm hold of your hips.

It’s unbelievable.

How loud the sound of small, chaste pecks on your tummy are deafening. You can’t hear anything else in the room. And then it hits you like a rock through a glass window.

He’s kissing your stretch marks.

And now, you can’t help but sob. Something you hate so much about your body is being worshipped by Chifuyu. Every single inch of your body is so dreamy, to him. And now, having your body beneath him and under his touch; he thinks he might love you.

But the minute he notices you’re crying, his lips return to yours as he strokes your sodden cheeks with his thumb.

“What’s wrong?” he wonders, eyes piercing yours once again.

“I— I’m just… thank you. T-Thank you.” you nod in response, smiling through emotional tears as you search for another kiss, he’s all too happy to return.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” he tells you, the most confident sentence he thinks he’s ever spoken.

“Tch, yeah.” you scoff, wiping your eyes to clear the watery blur impairing your vision. “Am I a ‘milf’? Just something to check off your kink list?” you ask him, sincerely. If he says yes, you can already feel your heart sinking at the thought of it.

You yelp as you feel him wrap his arms around your thighs, pulling you further down the bed. His fingers hook into your shorts, removing them slowly so that he can truly admire the sight of your drippy cunt.

And he’s practically salivating when you immediately open your legs for him.

“Always wanted you,” he confesses, “Never thought I’d have a chance.”

“Why?”

He lies on his stomach, hoisting your legs over his shoulders so that he can bury his face in your soaking heat. His tongue lashes over your clit a few times before he slowly plunges a finger inside of your dripping walls.

“O-Oh, fuck… f-fuck, Chifuyu…” you struggle to speak, you feel so much adrenaline charging through your body as he pleasures you. It’s fear, almost. Worrying if someone else might come in unannounced and catch you like this.

“Don’t give a fuck if you’re a lil older than me,” he informs you, focussing solely on pushing another finger into you and curling them deep inside. “I like women, not girls. I like you, no one else.”

Hearing such sweet, dedication to you and nobody else is giving you butterflies. You feel them fluttering in your stomach where he’s pressing down with his other hand. It’s all going to your head, you want more.

“W-What else?” you mutter quietly, a little ashamed to be requesting to know more so egotistically. “What else do you like? A-About me?” you hesitate but it doesn’t stop you from being so bold.

His fingering doesn’t cease, but it slows as he kisses your lips again, his tongue searching for yours and you once again can’t help but moan into it.

“I like… what a good kisser you are.” he admits, kissing you again, trailing down your neck and to the valley of your breasts. He cups one, laving his tongue over your hardened nipples and finishing with a dramatic pop. “I love your pretty tits, feel so good ‘n soft. So big, jus’ perfect perfect tits.” he continues. Soon enough, your legs are over his shoulders again. He pulls back the hood of your clit and licks tight circles over and around it. “’n I love how sweet you are.”

The confidence that had been rushing to your head is now praise rushing to your core. He looks up, staring at your expression as he realises how close you are to unfurling. He didn’t think you could look any prettier than you do on a day-to-day basis. But now he’s seeing your gorgeously sweet ‘O’ face, he thinks you should be in an art gallery.

“God, ‘m cumming, f-fuck, Chifuyu!” you gasp, shaky hands searching for anything to grip onto as the walls close in on you. You want to scream, fuck you’d love to scream. But you can’t. You can’t wake the baby.

Chifuyu’s free hand searches for one of yours, fingers interlocking as you can’t help how gushy you are. And he doesn’t mind one bit, never tasted someone as sweet as you before.

“Kiss me, please,” you beg, eyes watery and desperate. How could he decline such a beautiful offer.

Soon he’s climbing above you and caging you beneath him. You wrap your arms around his neck, struggling with the fact you need him closer.

Closer.

But he’s as close as he can possibly be.

You wrap your legs around his waist in an attempt to get even closer, and he can’t help but smirk. He kisses your cheek, and your neck as he grinds his clothes crotched against your bare pussy.

“Wanna fuck you so bad…” he mumbles.

“P-Please,” you request, “Want you in me…”

“Yeah?” he growls, kissing your neck again. “Are you sure?”

“Please.”

If your begging didn’t confirm it, your eyes certainly did. So watery and desperate. He’s never been as turned on in his life as he is right now. He’s standing on his knees, undoing his belt buckle, practically salivating as he looks down at you.

You look s’cute. Wriggling and so eager to be touched.

To be filled.

He distracts you with a kiss as he removes his cock from it’s confines, pumping it a few times. You can hear little grunts of pleasure stuck in his throat and he pleases himself but kisses you at the same time. But he can’t hold them in much longer. Not when he’s pushing inside you inch by agonising inch. So slowly, so fucking slowly. He moans boisterously when he watches how you throw your head back into your plush pillows.

The further inside of you he gets the surer he is that this perfect pussy is made for him and him only.

You bite your lip as he slowly rocks his hips inside of your velvety walls. He pushes one of your knees into your chest.

Your beautiful chest.

His fingers sink into the silken skin of your plump thighs. The flesh so malleable and supple betwixt his fingers.

“You’re so perfect, so lovely to touch.” he explains, unsure if it sounded condescending after the words already came out. But he means it, he does. Lovely is the perfect word to describe how it feels to touch you.

So soft.

So gentle.

So real.

So human.

“You feel s-so lovely, too, C-Chifuyu,” you struggle to convey your thought clearly but you pray you made enough sense for him to understand. You can barely remember your own name with the way Chifuyu’s heavy cock-head keeps stimulating your sweet spot.

“This pretty pussy of yours, s-she’s so tight, gettin’ tighter t-too.” he giggles, lips search for your exposed breasts. It’s so embarrassing, the way he didn’t strip you of your vest. Your tits just peering out of places they shouldn’t be. But he thinks you look beautiful like this.

Just perfect.

He’ll never get tired of saying or thinking that you’re sheer perfection.

“’Cause I’m gonna c-cum, Fuyu, ‘m so close.” you whine, eyes screwing shut. Your lower lip is red raw from biting it, if you chew any harder you might draw blood.

“Cum with me, m-mommy,” he commands. He continues suckling on your tits as you feel him flood your insides.

And you aren’t far behind. Your heart rate is through the roof and you can barely believe he made you cum twice in such quick succession.

You cum together, moan together, come down together.

He collapses on top of you as you kiss, taking a tender moment together to settle down and understand what you’ve just done.

He rolls off of you, you share a glance before you both start to giggle.

“D-Did that really just happen?” he asks, smiling.

“Did you just call me ‘mommy’, Chifuyu?” you question him, a slight teasing tone to your words.

“U-Uh, yeah, I t-think I did. Sorry.” he apologises awkwardly.

“It’s okay,” you assure him, “I didn’t hate it.”

You spend a little while talking before you both drift off to sleep. The two of you fell asleep cuddling. You became the small spoon and then somehow you woke up to find Chifuyu asleep with his head on your chest. The little giggle you emitted forced him awake, though. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and climbs off the bed.

You take the opportunity to fix your top so that your breasts are covered again. He quickly gets dressed, and you watch as he does so.

“I’ll show you out.” you tell him.

“Thanks.”

He gives you a weak smile as he heads out the front door. You feel deflated now that you’re alone. Of course, your little girl is upstairs sleeping soundly, but it’s still odd to be alone now after feeling such intense and loving feelings from Chifuyu.

He’s a nice boy, you’ve always thought so. Since he and his family moved in across the street, your households have been such good friends. You find yourself in the front room with a glass of wine. You light the logs in the fireplace, sitting on the couch to truly gather your thoughts.

A photograph on the wall grabs your attention. Your family and Chifuyu’s family all in one big picture. He’s so full of smiles, so happy. And then you turn your attention to the fireplace to see your favourite photo in the whole world.

Your eldest child holding the new baby. It makes your heart flutter. They look so sweet, so happy. But now you’re starting to panic. Chifuyu wouldn’t blab, would he? He wasn’t just saying all of those nice things to get you into bed and brag about it, was he?

Oh God.

You pull out your phone, unable to stop your fingers as you try and compose a text. What should you say? What can you say? Is it even a good idea? A text is more evidence to be used against you.

You: Chifuyu… please… please don’t tell anyone

Chifuyu: I won’t. Promise.

You: My son, he can’t find out.

Chifuyu: Don’t worry. I won’t tell Baji.

© 2022 fuwushiguro  

Your hands gently trace along her waist, lips attached to her neck.

"Mmm are you my good girl?" she hums, fingers lewdly pumping in and out of your hole. "You're doing so well."

Your cunt pulses as the praise and you moan into her neck, biting softly at her flesh.

"Good girls get treats for doing good deeds," she purrs. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes." You breath heavily into her skin, panting and begging as you feel the knot tightening in your core.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, mommy!"

Her fingers pick up pace, thumb pressing down on your clit. Slick covers her hand as she curls her fingers in the right place. You feel your release building.

"You're so good for me," she purrs. "Cum for me."

The rope inside of you snaps, and you feel the pulses of pleasure wracking your body. Your muscles tighten and relax as you release.

"Good girl, now it's mommy's turn."

A light gasp left him as he looked over your figure; the way his face lit up and eyes twinkled made your face heat up, “Oh, my pretty girl~, just look at how decadent you are, all wrapped up like a present for me.”

His gentle fingers traced up your abdomen until they hooked underneath a strap of your top and lightly snapped it against your skin. The muffled noise you let out made him grin; his other hand rested on your hip and squeezed gently. He leaned forward and kissed you sweetly; his lips capturing yours over and over until he pulled away to take a breath. His lips trailed along your jaw until they met your ear, where he whispered lowly, “I’m going to absolutely ravish you, bunny.”

A shudder went down your spine and Chifuyu laughed; his fingers now hooking into the waistband of the lace underwear you had on. He teasingly pulled them down a bit before pulling them back up and stepping back from you. “Get on the bed,” his usual soft voice turned stern and had your thighs clenching together. Regardless, you listened and scrambled onto the bed.

You were finally able to fully take in his own outfit. The lace bodysuit teased the outline of his half hard cock while accentuating his toned muscles. Overtop laid a leather harness which was inviting you to tug the straps. As he walked to stand at the edge of the bed, the heels that adorned his feet clicked on the ground. He stood over your lying form and ran his hand up your stocking covered leg before bringing it up to kiss along the length of your limb.

“Tell me what you want from me, darling. Say you want the stars and I’ll give you the moon as well,” he muttered softly but loud enough for you to hear as he worshipped your skin.

A whine left you as you tried to focus on words through the tantalizing touches he was giving you. Ever since you agreed to this special event you were horny. Turning yourself on as you saw all the possibilities for you to wear, and even more turned on as you thought of all the possibilities of what Chifuyu might choose to wear. Needless to say, you’ve been wet since before noon and your answer now was an easy decision to make, “Please, please just fuck me, ‘fuyu…”

Your hands reached out to him and he happily obliged your silent request; he leaned down and kissed you softly, “Anything for you, bunny.”

Without saying anything else, his fingers pressed against your clothed cunt and he snickered, “Fuck, you’re soaked, my gorgeous girl was looking forward to this, hmm?”

You nodded sheepishly and bit your lip, gasping when he tore the underwear but you couldn’t even bring up the price before he had his thumb pressed to your clit. His hard cock easily slipped out of the lingerie he was wearing and he wasted no time rubbing it against your soaking entrance. Your hips moved on their own accord and you let out a whine as he teased you. Still, he just circled around your pussy, rubbing his cock against your clit instead of where you needed it most. He watched your reaction with lidded eyes; a small smirk spread across his face as he teased your hole with just his very tip.

“Nnn… Fuyu please just fuck me already,” you whined and wriggled your hips down the bed, trying desperately to get his cock to push into you. Your desperation amused him, but he’d be lying if he said he also wasn’t half hard all day long. And so, without any further waiting, he slid into you. You both moaned as his cock pushed your walls apart until he went as far as your body allowed. One of your fingers hooked into his harness and pulled him down for a kiss as he tentatively began to thrust his hips. He groped your chest, massaging your tits through the material of your lingerie while he found a reasonable rhythm.

As he fucked into you, he moved so his pubic bone rubbed against your clit and allowing his hands to still play with your chest. You moaned his name in between kisses and circled your arms around his torso, hugging him closer to you; the feel of the lace under your fingertips only adding to the sensations. His stroke game quite literally never failed and once one of his hands slinked down to rub at your clit you knew you weren’t going to last long. Your nails dug into the skin of his back and he groaned, hips picking up their pace.

“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me, bunny…” Chifuyu moaned in your ear in between the kisses he pressed into your neck, “So warm all for me, pretty girl, so wet… Gonna make me cum…”

You whined and let your head fall back, allowing him more access to your neck, “Please, ngh, fill me up baby, please cum in me, ‘m close too…”

He rubbed your clit with more determination as his hips faltered, groaning as he began to cum. He paused for only a moment before he began fucking into you again, dead set on making you cum as well. His finger rubbed methodic circles into your clit and he moved his hips in the way that made your toes begin to curl. In the process, he was overstimulating himself; he was whining and moaning as he fucked into you, pushing any cum of his back into you. His fingers felt too good and before you could warn him, your pussy was spasming around his cock and gushing fluids as you came around him. Your name fell from his mouth like a prayer, just as his name did from yours. Chifuyu came inside of you for the second time, holding you close as you both came down from your highs.

With a quiet whimper, he pulled out of you, watching as his cum dripped out of your hole. He kissed your torso, too tired to move as he removed your heels. Slowly, he undressed you, rolling your stockings down inch by inch and kissing each space of revealed skin. The shreds of underwear came off easily and then he set about undoing your bustier as you reached up to undo the plentiful straps of his harness. Nothing was verbally spoken but everything was said as you two undressed each other; you unwrapped each other like the most delicate of presents. He kissed the insides of your thighs that were chaffed thanks to the rough material of his lingerie.