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“Nanami needs to fucking get laid,” you groan, tossing your keys down on the counter before dramatically flopping down onto the couch. 

The comfort of the well-worn cushions is a welcome embrace after a long evening out to dinner with your friends—which would normally be regarded as a fun activity, if it weren’t for the aforementioned man who’d shown up in what was quite possibly the worst mood you’ve ever seen him in (and that was saying something). 

Satoru chuckles as he settles down beside you, lifting up your ankles and placing them back down across his thighs as he fiddles with a loose string along the edge of your sock. “You know how he gets when he’s stuck working overtime at the office. They’ve had him staying late every night this week.”

Placing the back of your hand over your face, you glance over at your boyfriend through the gaps between your fingers. “Yeah, well they should be giving him overtime sex instead of overtime pay so he’s not such an insufferable dickhead about it.”

Dragging a hand through his soft, white locks of hair, Satoru chuckles, “I don’t think that’s legal.”

You shrug, “Well, I’m two seconds from signing him up for a dating app against his will if that man doesn’t start making an effort to at least get his dick sucked. At minimum.”

—

You don’t think much of your flippant comments about Nanami’s sex life, or apparently lack thereof. 

But Satoru, on the other hand?

He has quite a few thoughts on the matter, especially as it pertains to the two of you. Thoughts that he decides would be best discussed while he’s balls deep in your mouth a few days later.

“I think you should fuck Nanami.”

You choke—not because you can’t handle the length of Satoru’s thick cock shoved down your throat, no, but because those were the last six words you were expecting to hear from him at this particular moment. 

“Ah—don’t stop,” he chides as you go to pull off of him, one hand gently resting at the back of your head.

You meet his gaze, raising an eyebrow, but shrug as you continue to lap at his cock. 

A small grin peels across Satoru’s lips before he lets his head fall back on the pillows, moaning. “Mmm…okay. Right. So as I was saying, I think this is the perfect solution to our little problem.”

Toying with his balls, you let out a contemplative humming noise that has his shaft twitching between your lips. Satoru is anything but shy in the bedroom, and you’ve certainly mulled over the possibilities of spicing things up in one way or another. So it’s not like this proposition is entirely out of left field…but with Kento Nanami? Your friend?

“Oh…just like that,” he murmurs as you wetly suck on the head of his cock while pumping your fist down the spit-soaked length of it. “After what you said the other night, I couldn’t stop thinking about him fucking you.”

Something warm curls in your gut at his words, and you subtly clench your thighs together as you offer him a curious noise, prompting him to continue while you make a mess of his throbbing, leaking dick. 

“You’d look so pretty with his cock stuffed in your wet little pussy, baby,” he breathes out, rolling his hips so his shaft slides deeper down your throat. “Wanna fill you up myself and then watch him fuck my cum back inside of you.”

You can’t help it, you fucking whimper at that, and you can feel your panties grow slick with the arousal that’s dripping out of you. 

Satoru caresses the side of your face as he begins to fuck your mouth, his voice rough as he begins to lose his composure, “Maybe I’ll let him come inside of you, too. See how much cum we can fit in that tight hole.”

You’re so dizzy with arousal, you hardly register when Satoru pulls his shaft from your mouth and puts you on all fours, pushing up your oversized tee to reveal your lace panties. Hooking a finger in them and tugging them aside, he groans when he feels how wet you are. 

“Please,” you whimper as he notches the head of his cock at your leaking entrance—both in response to the fantasy he’s offering and also a plea for him to fuck you right here and now.

Satoru obliges without hesitation, plunging into your waiting hole and engulfing his shaft in the greedy, wet heat of your cunt. The punishing stretch of his fat cock leaves you trembling, fingers digging tightly into the sheets as a line of drool unconsciously falls from your lips. 

“Maybe we’ll both fuck you,” he muses as he begins to rock his hips, his shaft deliciously stroking your sensitive inner walls with each deep thrust. 

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out, nearly collapsing at the mental image your brain readily supplies—Nanami and your boyfriend taking turns pumping their cocks inside of you. Your lips around Nanami’s dick while Satoru’s face is buried between your legs.

The near-impossible stretch of both of their dicks stuffed into your pussy at the same time.

Or—

“Maybe…we’ll fill both of your little holes up,” Satoru whispers as he folds his body over yours, nipping at the shell of your ear before placing two of his fingers over your lips.

You let your mouth drop open, eagerly beginning to suck on them, moaning and drooling around the digits as the ache between your thighs continues to grow. He removes the spit-soaked digits after a few moments and straightens, spreading your ass cheeks and swiping the pads of his fingers over the tight ring of muscle waiting there.

“Satoru,” you moan, arching your back and presenting your ass to him, pushing his cock even deeper inside of you in the process.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asks as he massages your rim until there’s just enough give to slowly slip a finger into your ass. “You’d like being our little cock slut, letting me fuck you in the ass while you ride my best friend’s dick.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you gasp against the pillow, a surging wave of pleasure coiling so tight in your gut you can hardly breathe. 

“Say it,” Satoru croons, your pussy wetly squelching as he ruts into you. 

You moan, legs beginning to tremble.

“Say it.”

“I want you and Nanami to fuck me,” you sob as he slips a second finger into your ass. “Please.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his free hand trailing around your hip, fingers beginning to toy with your aching clit.

Your vision goes white as your orgasm crashes over you, drenching your nerves in a flood of pleasure that leaves you breathless. Satoru’s hips snap forcefully into yours one last time, burying his cock in you to the hilt as he empties himself inside of you. 

You both collapse sideways onto the bed, too tired to bother cleaning up the hot cum leaking out of your cunt and down your thighs. Satoru pulls your back against his chest, idly stroking your shoulder as he presses soft kisses to the back of your neck.

It’s only when you’re nearly asleep that he whispers, “I’m serious.”

Steven Grant is the one for you. You feel like you've never felt so loved in your life.

You adore how he buys you flowers every time you go out like it's your first date all over again. How he asks about your day and genuinely listens to you when you blab about work drama for hours.

You love how his eyes light up when he talks about his interests and how he shows that he cares with shy touches and short kisses.

But what you especially love is how he loves you.

How he holds you like fine china as he fluidly rolls into you, or how he soothingly rubs his thumb against the softness of your thigh when he eats you out. Steven is obsessed with you and melts into your body with the faintest of touches.

But despite being so needy, he's still too shy to voice what he wants. That's okay with you because you enjoy watching how his cheeks bloom with a soft blush when you talk dirty to him. He practically crumbles at your feet as he hangs on to each breathy word.

You love Steven's soft eyes, nervous energy, and romantic love-making style. He's so sweet and you wouldn't change a thing about him. It's what makes Steven, Steven.

So when you wake up one night, pinned to the mattress, you almost think someone is taking over his body.

You can hear the shuffling of sheets, but your brain is still too tired to fully understand what's happening. An abrupt pull at your waist temporarily startles you awake from a dreamless sleep.

With your eyes closed, you burrow yourself further into the mattress, searching for a little more warmth to lull you back to sleep.

You only realize you're out from under the covers when a cool breeze of A/C blows over your bare back.

As goosebumps start to cover the tops of your arms, you feel a pair of warm calloused hands grab at your hips. They pull you upwards and gracelessly shove a pillow between you and the bed, amply propping up your hips as your face stays on the mattress.

A hand slowly drifts over your lower back and generously grasps the cheek of your ass. Another hand follows, spreading you to inspect the heat between your legs. You attempt to squeeze your legs together, but firm hands cease your movements.

"Stay still." A deep voice warns--a voice you're not familiar with.

Before you have time to process the new presence, a warm finger slides through your folds, languidly slipping through the wetness of your slick. He teases your dampening hole with shallow thrusts, watching as your cunt tries to suck him in while he's barely using any pressure.

Finally, he adds another finger and pushes in deeper, immediately hitting a mind-numbing spot inside of you. An involuntary groan vibrates through your chest as he begins to speed up, hitting every frayed nerve instead of you.

You start to shift yourself against the pillow in an attempt to stimulate your throbbing clit. Wet sounds fill the empty flat as he expertly works your cunt to the edge. You can feel the warmth of your slick spread from your thighs to the sheets below.

With the combined pleasures, your head starts to grow hazy and you can barely procure a coherent thought. Your thighs tremble and attempt to close around his arm as the heat in your stomach overflows.

"N-no, please, please, no more." Despite your efforts, he continues to push into you, forcing you to ride out your orgasm. As his hand is pulled away, you sigh with relief, ready to fall right back to the sleep you were interrupted from.

But before you could turn over to lay on your back, familiar hands keep you in place and hold your hips to the pillow.

You feel the bed dip around you as his legs come to straddle your body. The hard heat of his cock rests against the mound of your ass as he sits on the top of your thighs.

Beads of pre-come spill onto your skin and lovingly rubs it in with a satisfied sigh.

He pushes your back into the bed to make you arch your ass up for him before lining himself up to your well-fucked hole. You're still very messy from your last orgasm. His cock rubs through your slickness, preparing him to push into you.

Your eyes flash open as he pushes in with one motion. You squeal into the sheets when you feel the fiery sensation of being stretched so quickly. Usually, he makes sure to slowly work himself into you.

Rough hands grip at your hips to pull you back into him as he sets an aggressive pace. It's almost painful how deep he pushes in, filling you to the hilt with every thrust, but the pleasure of him prodding into your special area overrides any kind of discomfort.

You know you're going to feel it in the morning.

Moans spill out of your mouth as his fingers weave into your messy hair and yank your head backward. You feel the wet heat of his lips connect to your neck before the dull edge of his teeth trail down your sensitive skin. You never thought you'd like pain as much as you do now.

Raspy words are whispered into your shoulder, but you can't pick up on what he's trying to say. You can only answer with a whimper as his hips mercilessly slam into your ass, rocking the bed with each sharp movement.

The sound of your joining bodies follows the slippery noises between you, sending your body into a frenzy of buzzing nerves.

You can't help the way you flutter around him as all the stimuli floods into your body. "Mm...Good girl. Fuck." You feel his groan vibrate against your back as you tighten around him, so close to reaching the edge with nothing but penetrative stimulation.

His voice is deeper than usual. His accent--gone.

It's like he can feel you starting to pull back, despite how you're laying completely still under him.

He speeds up, making sure to hit you at an angle to blur any anxious thoughts bubbling in your mind. All you can do is take it. Every deep thrust, bruised mark, and eye-rolling touch.

Regardless of the mental turmoil you're going through, you can't stop the wave of pleasure that curls around you. It's intense. Heat vibrates up your legs and blooms at the center of your torso, immediately slackening all your muscles in one go.

You whine, limbs shaking, as each push of his hips sends another jolt of pleasure through your body. He’s been at this for what seems like hours, slowly bringing you to the edge and flinging you over it, only to pull you right back up again and again. He feels so good, his thick cock dragging against every sweet spot inside you, splitting you open, hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave bruises— 

Your back bows when he changes the angle slightly, the tip of his cock bumping against your cervix. The pleasure rolls through you in waves, seemingly never ending, as he slowly pushes and pulls himself in and out of you. He still hasn’t come, is still rock hard inside you; he’s holding himself back, you know, waiting for you to reach a certain level of pleasure before he allows himself to experience it himself. If you weren’t so cock drunk right now, you’d probably say something, tell him that you want him to feel good too, that you want to see him lose the control he fights so hard to keep over himself.  

The stirrings of your…fifth (or is it the sixth?) orgasm begin in your belly, the tendrils coiling, about to snap. You moan weakly as your cunt flutters, breath backing up in your lungs. Miguel grunts, jaw clenching as he maintains the same slow pace, his hand sliding from your hip to your sex. His thumb barely circles your clit when the tension inside you breaks, soft waves of bliss rippling from your core, alighting every nerve in your body as you gasp, mouth falling open in a silent moan. Your eyes roll back in your head and your body trembles, fingers twisting loosely in the sheets beneath you. 

Miguel’s groan is broken as you convulse around him, his body moving forward to cover yours, to cage you in as he continues to rut into you, prolonging your pleasure. He presses his face into your neck, murmuring his praises into your skin (“Such a good girl for me, squeezing me so tight.”). His groans increase as your orgasm recedes, his steady pace faltering slightly as he (finally) chases his own pleasure. You moan softly in his ear, your arms heavy as you sluggishly wrap them around his waist, hands resting on his lower back. He mouths at your skin, tongue laving sloppily at the little nicks his fangs leave behind.  

When he comes, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, almost growling as he fills you to the brim with his seed. You gasp in surprise, the sharp pain immediately melting into pleasure. His cock is soft and spent, but you whimper nonetheless when he continues to lazily fuck into you, his cum spilling out with every press of his hips. Despite how tired you feel, you don’t want him to stop, instead slipping your hands low enough to grasp his backside. He pulls his mouth off of your shoulder with a hum, nose dragging up the column of your neck until he meets your lips in a slow, languid kiss. The taste of your own blood on your tongue sends a shiver through you, arousal once more pooling in your gut.  

He must sense it, because he keeps going, keeps pumping his softened cock into you, his mouth swallowing every sweet little noise that escapes from between your lips. When you come this time, it’s less intense, the euphoria cresting softly as you bask in the pleasure. He groans brokenly as you squeeze him again, his forehead pressed against yours, half-lidded eyes glued to your face. His hips finally still as you both come down, and he kisses you again, soft and slow, his hand smoothing gently down the side of your face.

“Okay?” he asks, pulling back a little to study your face. 

You hum, smiling drowsily at him, your hands running up and down his back. 

He smiles back at you, a suspicious glint in his eyes as he churns his hips a little. “Can you give me another one?” 

You whine, shaking your head, your nails digging into his back. “Miguel, no, please. I can’t—” 

“I know, baby,” he chuckles, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. “I’m just teasing.” 

You fall asleep like that—his body draped over yours, his cock still inside you—his solid warmth lulling you into a pleasant sleep.

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🌟 Masterlist 🌟

You’re always needy when Miguel walks through the door. Sometimes there are days and days of missing him, short bits of contact here and there as he traipses through the multiverse, but none of that compares to having him standing and breathing right in front of you.

You know that he’s exhausted by the time he makes it home— and you’ve tried to quell your neediness, to show him you’re happy he’s home without latching yourself to him the moment he comes through the door. There’s something about him, about the love that you two share that makes moments away from him feel like an eternity, even if he’s gone just for a few hours. But, he never fails to come home to you and make you feel like he never left.

When he makes it home this time, you’re sprawled out on the couch, eyes fixed on a herd of meerkats that are trying to make it to a watering hole. The sound of a key in the door makes a smile spread across your face, but you keep your eyes on the screen, invested.

“They survived the jackals?” He calls from the door over the sound of him shedding his suit.

You pause the show, turning around to perch your head on the back of the couch. It gives you the perfect view of him sliding into a pair of boxers that he keeps in the foyer closet. “They survived the jackals two weeks ago.”

He sighs, closing the space between you so that he can cup your face in his large hands, “I’m missing too much, it sounds like you need to stop watching this without me.”

“Or, you could just stop going away,” You tease, raising up on your knees to press your mouth to his.

“If I could stay home with you, I would, amor,” He says longingly between kisses. He deepens the kiss, keeping you from responding to his rebuttal. The last thing he wants it’s to send you into one of your spirals, not when all he wants to do is show you how much he missed you.

Miguel’s hands trail down your body, slowly and softly. His fingers brush against your collar bones, the swell of your breast before taking their place at your hips and lifting you off the couch. You groan into his mouth— the way that he man handles you never fails to have arousal stretching through your entire body. Your hands raise to his hair, tilting his head back so that you can lick more deeply into his mouth, tracing over the points of his fangs.

He gets your legs wrapped around his waist, and walks around to the front of the couch, sitting you both down. Perched in his lap like this, he can grind you down against his clothed cock, which has been growing harder and harder since you kissed him.

You’re content to stay like this until the two of you lull into sleep. Sometimes he’s too tired to go any further than this, but that’s just fine. As long as you get to feel him, to taste him, to be completely surrounded by him after being apart for the last week. The way you miss each other shows— the kisses and grinding and groping grows frantic and rushed. Your skin is unbearably hot, seemingly only cooled by his hands or mouth. Only Miguel can soothe your aches, whether they sit in between your legs or in your heart.

“Need to be inside you,” He mumbles against your skin, biting down gently as his hands easily tear through your shorts and underwear with no warning.

“Miguel,” You breathe in surprise, pulling back an inch to look into his eyes.

“Let’s get you wet enough for me, cariño,” He takes two fingers and rubs them against your clit at a steady pace, licking and sucking at the bite mark left behind by his teeth.

In less than a minute you completely coat his fingers in slick, whimpers and moans spilling out of you at an increasing rate. He presses his fingers into your mouth and you lap at them eagerly as he removes his boxers and lifts yo, lining himself up with you.

“I missed you, so fuckin’ much,” He sighs, head tilting back as you take every single inch of him. You’re hot and wet, gripping him so tight that it takes effort to breathe. His chest heaves, head swimming with everything you.

“Missed you,” You whine softly, tucking your face into his neck. He’s deep, it’s almost as if you can feel him in your lungs, taking up all the space inside of you— something you’d happily let him do.

“I know you did, needy baby,” He teases breathily, pressing several kisses to the side of your head as he rotates his hips.

The slow grind makes your breath catch, and you grow needy for more, wanting to build the pleasure that’s festering inside of you. You try to move your hips, to ride him properly but his hold on you tightens, tongue clicking in admonishment.

His lips fall to your ear, his voice firm and commanding, “I want you just like this. Can you feel how deep I am?”

“Mhmm,” You agree easily, though it takes much more effort than you let on to still your hips again.

“I want you to still, need to see if I can make you cum just from sitting with my cock inside you. You’ll be good for me, won’t you?” He knows that there’s no need for him to ask, but he wants to hear you say it.

“So good, I’ll be so good for you, I promise,” You answer immediately.

Miguel makes a soft approving sound in the back of his throat before using a hand to grasp the nape of your neck, pulling you back so that he can see your face. He grins down at you, noticing the cock drunk look in your eyes. He loves you in all states, even when you’re cranky or fed up with him for the day, but this is one of his favorites.

His fingers return to your clit and his hips move side to side in the softest, steadiest rhythm you’ve ever felt. It almost drives you mad, the teasing feeling of him inside of you with such tame relief. But then you feel something building inside of you, the pleasure sneaking up on you so quickly that you hardly have to prepare for what is unknowingly on your first orgasm of the night.

“There you go, look at you. Cumming for me just from sitting here. You’re so easy for me, aren’t you?” He asks, in a soft condescending tone.

All you can do is whimper, and he kisses you as deep as he is inside of you. If this were anyone else you’d have the kind to protest, but when it’s Miguel talking to you like this you know that there’s nothing but love and adoration— wonder even in the way you submit to him.

Over and over, Miguel makes you cum on his cock until he can no longer take it, groaning loudly as he spills inside of you. You pleasantly shiver at the hot feeling of him filling you up, pressing your face further into the crook of his neck as you yawn. You’ve grown sleepy from the late hour and the draining feeling of your repeated releases, unsure of how much time has passed.

He kisses your temple and adjusts so that you both lay on the couch, though he doesn’t withdraw, pressing his hand on your back to pivot your hips and keep himself deep inside of you.

“Sleep, baby, I’ve got you,” He croons into your ear.

Falling asleep with him like this feels like a waking dream and you slip peacefully into sleep, breathing in his scent. You hope that your dreams will be of him, and just as sweet as this.

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