#Dom casmurro if you believe that capitu actually cheated

[azulock]

I almost lost this thing due to a keyboard mishap, saved by the dedicated ctrlz button on my wacom, thanking my tablet for this save. anyway I'm pretty sure someone has done this concept already but two cakes rule apply, more is better.

summary. Reo shouldn't be fucking Nagi's girlfriend to begin with, he knew, but when his best friend was such a garbage boyfriend he couldn't help but fill in the void. now, cumming inside the girl unprotected, that was dangerous - and hot. pairing. Mikage Reo x F!reader

wordcount. 1,3k

warnings.nsfw (minors back off), cheating, unprotected sex, cumshot, a bit of breeding kink at the end

right?

Reo Mikage who indulges in how it feels to have you cheating on Nagi with him. it's a sick pleasure, something sadistic about being the one you turn to relive your frustration from dating his aloof best friend. truth be told, Nagi could be an annoyance even for him - so for Reo it could feel like getting back something he was owed.

and he definitely felt like he was owed, what with how many times he'd had to step in as mediator to save Nagi from his own fuckups in your relationship. Reo for sure deserved every second he'd spend in your folds not too long afterward. if he was putting so much work to salvage this whole thing, might as well reap the benefits.

it always started with you coming to complain to him about something. way back in the beginning, Reo would just listen and console you, all the while thinking how did such a pretty thing get stuck in a situation like this. sometimes he thought you'd just be better alone, that you should leave Nagi, but you just never managed to. and who was him to judge, he'd thought the same thing about himself and never found the strength to get rid of the guy either.

so if you are stuck, might as well be stuck together.

overtime, his hidden lust for you grew - he was just a guy after all, and you were hot. it filled him until, one day, it exploded. you were half drunk, just tipsy enough to get talkative, more so than usual, and you let it slip how frustrated you were. Nagi hadn't been pleasuring you properly, and that left you terribly pent up. well, Reo just couldn't stand for that.

on the morning after that first night, when he woke up by your side, that's when the sick pleasure took root. when you woke up - regret and worry painted on your face - Reo said he'd take full responsibility if Nagi ever discovered. but you both could just stay quiet, keep this one time fuckup a secret. you nodded, swore that this as a mistake, it would never happen again.

it took barely over a month for you two to have sex again. it was the same song and dance it would be for the next handful of times. honestly, he thought that after the fourth time even Nagi would notice, but he didn't. so Reo continued, and told himself he was still just consoling you, only his methods had changed. if he couldn't fix the problem - and god knows he tried - he could at least medicate the symptom.

maybe Reo couldn't take your headaches away, but he could at least soothe them by flushing your body with pleasure. soothe them by burying his face into you until the only name you knew was his own. by sheathing himself into your walls until there was nothing left but the pleasure. and it worked for him too, pleasure washing everything away until all he could focus on was the feeling of your body around his.

it was sinful, really, this mix of the pleasure from your wet walls taking him in so eagerly, with knowing he was doing something so wrong. the thrill was a powerful aphrodisiac, this little taste of revenge chasing his senses like a drug. to have you completely breathless and dumb under him - in ways he knew his Nagi didn't - it left Reo high and thirsty for more. even if he had spent most of the night fucking you already.

you'd arrived at his doorstep tired and teared up, but it didn't take long for you to be crying for a whole other reason. he couldn't leave bruises on your body - you had to keep it a secret, after all - but he could leave you stretched out and light headed. your body fucked out and brain fuzzy from the multiple orgasms. Reo was feeling his own mind slip, he'd fucked you three times already since the night began - hell, it was probably past midnight by now. maybe he should've stopped now that the condoms ended.

"a-ah... R-Reo!" ah, but how could he when you moaned his name so prettily. it made him want you even more, and he didn't think he could stop his hips if he wanted to. not with the way your walls sucked in him, warm body crushed against the mattress under his weight. oh, yeah, Reo couldn't stop if he wanted to. besides, the thrill just made it feel better - and it would be fine. right?

he nips and licks at your neck, where his head is buried. Reo could see the wet spots near your face from where you had been drooling. god, you were so hot when your brain shut down. the more he fucked into you the more he could feel you shake and whimper under him until he finally feels you snap, pussy milking him desperately.

shit, he was already sensitive, hyper aware of everything around him - the sweat pooling between your bodies, the warmth from your skin, the tiniest noises coming from you. your orgasm had him in overdrive, the way your pussy clenched around his cock making him shudder and grunt. Reo could feel his own orgasm coming, his thrusts becoming erratic as he moved faster and faster.

he is chasing something he knows he shouldn't, treading the line to something that could be very bad - but the thrill, oh it drove him mad. it would be fine, it would be fine. so long as Reo kept his damn self control and came out of your soft, drenching pussy, it would be fine. he could endure a few more thrusts before pulling out and it would work out fine - right?

his body moved faster and faster, sinking his hips into you with wave like motions, pleasure burning up his insides. it was too good, way too good, pulling him ever closer to the edge. just a couple thrusts and he'd pull out - that's what he promised himself, but when you breathlessly moaned out his name again, he couldn't help it. fuck, this was wrong, Reo knew, but it felt so damn good.

with a last powerful thrust, he buries his cock deep into your soft cunt, keeping his hips snug against your ass, going as far into you as he could. Reo's orgasm rocked his body and made him see stars as his throbbing dick flooded your pussy with his cum, pumping rope after rope of his thick white jizz into you until he felt some of it spilling out.

shit. shit, shit, shit. now, this wasn't good. cumming inside his best friend's girlfriend wasn't in Reo's plans, but the worst part was:, he couldn't say it felt bad. because it didn't. it felt too damn good. despite how wrong it was, despite the dangers, it felt way too good. that small, sadistic glee only burning more intensely.

you were still too fucked out and hazy to realize just what had happened. or at least the full extent of it. you two had never fucked without a condom and Reo knew you definitely wouldn't let him cum inside you. the danger was too great, what if he got you pregnant? now that wouldn't be good.

so, why did a part of him like the idea? why did a part of him want to go again, to try and roll the dice, to put a baby inside his best friend's girlfriend - when Reo knew damn well he'd be over at your house tomorrow to try and mend your relationship again. shit, this wasn't good. but you two would deal with it in the morning. and even if you got pregnant, he was sure he could find a way to make this work. right?

[acreaturecalledgreed]

infodump time: dom casmurro is a classical brazilian literature book from 100 years ago about an old man recounting his life and explaining how he became to be known as Dom Casmurro (the equivalent of "Lord/Sir Taciturn" he says, but can also be read as "Lord Bitchy". the narrator's conclusion that his wife cheated on him with his best friend is very controversial and has been subject of discussion for decades. a really long resume of the story: the narrator tells us he was a very shy weak boy who found out he was in love with his best friend capitu and she was also in love with him the same day he found out he had to become a priest to fullfill a promise his mother made to God in order to save his life when he was a lil sick baby. Capitu and bento plot together to convince bento's mother that a future where bento is a lawyer and capitu is his wife is what she actually wants. however it is only when besto's new best friend from priest school escobar gets told about the situation that the 3 of them find a way out of the promise, and bento and capitu get married and live happily ever after. in a cruise accident, escobar dies, capitu cries a little too much and bento realizes his son looks exactly like escobar. he becomes a worse and worse person with the realization until they break things off under the rug and he pays for capitu and son to live in europe far away from him. Capitu had said she couldn't stand bento's sick jealousy any longer, that not even the dead were safe from his delusions, and that she felt she owned him nothing. bento said nothing. Even so, she always writes him.

capitu dies and their son has to come back to brazil to live with him now, and bento, very taciturn now describes to us the horro of seeing his old mate escobar calling him father and kissing his face and hands. he starts to wish that boy dies. the boy travels with friends and he does die. bento is upset he had to pay for the funeral.

after this he no longer has any lasting human connection with anyone and can't forget capitu, and he wonders if she was always deceiving him or if she was innocent like he thought she was at the start and then something happened that turned her into the other corrupt version. he says, however he doesn't believe this was the case, anf if you, reader, remember capitu as a little girl and capitu the woman you will agree that one was already inside the other "like the fruit within its rind" and ok that sucks ig but then decades lates a translator pointed out that the motif of othello and bento going to watch othello and laughing/crying when desdemona is murdered even though she's innocent and bento himself points this out was a clue that bento was lying the whole time and that capitu was innocent, and once you consider this possibility, once you read the book with the innocence of capitu in mind, everything still fits as perfectly as it did the other way around, even his fits of jealousy and his violent urges that he almost acted out at some point, fit with her speech of him being dominating jealous and perhaps mentally ill. capitu sending him letters is no longer her trying to get him to forgive her because she needs his money but because she does love him, you notice nobody else describes bento's son as not looking like him and you even notice the detail of capitu looking like bento's mother's bestie even though they weren't related, and now you have these two versions of this story that both fit perfectly. but then you remember capitu disliked escobar at first and that the priest would tell bento and escobar to stop hugging and being close in public and that bento only turned against capitu for real (had had jealousy fits over hearing that she might have been looking for boyfriends when he wasn't around but when she told him it wasn't true he believed her and apologized for being such a jerk) when he thought she had an affair with the perfect escobar who he liked to show off to his family (unlike capitu), then you wonder if he was actually upset because he loved escobar and not capitu. and then you have to consider that with capitu being a poor woman (idk if this is just everyone's imagination but everyone portrays her as being close to dark skinned with bento as white) is it even fair to judge a woman IF she felt she had to marry her rich best friend and give him an heir as to not fall prey of poverty (there's a whole ass character described by bento as basically a leech who spent his entire life trying to make himself useful to bento's family without making any of them upset out of fear of being thrown out of their house and back into poverty [btw this is the closest to an author self insert this book has] that bento pretends to dislike by nature of him being a leech and needing them to live but finally confesses, after describing the character's death, that he cried for him and he considered him family and doesn't know why he was denying that he did. If you expand this to capitu as well, bento's rich white guy point of view does not allow him to confess he might have been wrong about capitu cheating or even that it would be understandable if she cheated, because unlike the previously mentioned character, she constantly excelled above him in everything and he can't help but demonize this, so her death gets nothing out of him even though the whole book is about her.

also the finale, "if you, reader, remember capitu as a little girl and capitu the woman you will agree that one was already inside the other like the fruit within its rind" fits him perfectly because he claims he only turned into dom casmurro after capitu cheated on him but he has always been like this so like. good book for you to yell at people over what really happened for the next 100 years.

tl dr: book dude claims his wife cheated on him but he is very sus so we don't quite know if that's true, let's fight over this forever.

read this absolutely enraptured and now eating it with my bare hands this fuck

anyway she totally didnt do shit wrong this sounds like a repressed bi man with paranoia issues who is attracted to his own son and its freaking him out (correctly so)

[rozunderpressure]

There is this book called “Dom Casmurro” by the greatest writer Brazil ever had Machado de Assis, who, incidentally, is also my second favorite Brazilian Writer.

Dom Casmurro is generally referred to as “The Brazilian Othello”, which is BS, because “Othello” goes and makes sure you know there is a villain manipulating everything and Machado doesn’t let the reader off easy like that, he just goes “Here, have an unreliable narrador (Bentinho) that absolutely had to convince himself his wife (Capitu) was cheating on him due to Catholic Guilt™ over skipping seminary/possibly being attracted to his friend (Escobar) that leads him to believe his wife is sleeping with his friend and that said friend is the actual father of his son (Ezequiel) all because of how she looked back at his coffin while consoling his wife (Sancha) that also happened to be Capitu’s best friend! Have fun!”

In Brazil you can literally just go “So, did she cheat or not?” to anyone that knows even a little bit about literature and they will know what you’re talking about, since this is the book some idiot decided all second graders should be forced to read, therefore sucking all of the love you could possibly have had for it, but I digress.

Anyway: I remember being in this literature class in second grade where we were discussing “Dom Camurro” (which I had already read before when I was like 12, because I am THAT nerd) and a classmate and friend of mine said, in that very blunt 15 year old teenage boy kinda way: "It doesn't matter if she cheated or not. Bentinho was a boring idiot, and she was so cool that if she was my wife, I wouldn't even care, I just wouldn't let her go." (Translating the main idea to English) and it was the first time that it hit me, that maybe the question "did she cheat or not" is actually kinda irrelevant, because it doesn’t make a difference in the book: He is convinced she did, so he kicks her out of his house, doesn’t see her or their son for years and when his son comes to visit him, he is just a cold dickhead to the kid (now a grown man) and that’s it!

His life is just kinda miserable once Capitu leaves, so in the end, the fact is: We don't know if she cheated, we don’t know if his son is or isn’t of his blood (thought, the boy is clearly HIS SON regardless, when he comes I don’t even think he remembers Escobar (the friend) all that well, but he sure as hell remembered HIS DAD) but we sure as hell know this guy ruined his own life...

(ALSO: While I don’t care if she cheated or not, I like to imagine that after Bentinho publishes his memoir he gets a letter from Sancha just going “Yeah, so... Escobar couldn’t have kids... My daughter was the one who wasn’t like... His’... Sorry, you ruined your life for nothing. On the bright side, at least ONE Capitu will get to live a long and happy life!... God, you’re such a prick.”)

Yes, Sansha and Escobar named their kid Capitu too...

In conclusion: Just another drama that could had been averted by people working a poly thing...