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“t-this is fu-fucking torture.” satoru weakly cries out. he lazily lifts his head only to be met with the sight of your pussy wrapped and gushing around his cock. his breathing is knocked out of his chest when suguru’s thick cock suddenly slams back into him, making satoru cry out a loud moan.
tears water his waterline. he wishes he could grab you by your hips and fuck up into your tight heat. he glares up at you, there’s a smug smile om your beautiful face as you bounce up and down on his length. seeing your breast bounce along with your movements has him licking his hips, wishing he could suck on your nipples.
suguru isn’t making the situation any better. he’s slamming his length in and out of satoru’s lubed hole, satoru can’t do anything but whine as the two of you fuck him like some sort of slut.
“sugu.” you dare to moan even though you’re getting pleasure from satoru. your moans are breathy, a telltale sign that you’re about to cum. you’re moaning out suguru’s name but looking down at satoru with ‘come fuck me’ eyes. and not to mention that lip bite—fuck, satoru could feel his own orgasm building up.
“gonna cum all over his dick, princess?” suguru hisses, he doesn’t bother looking up from where him and satoru are connected. excessive lube and drops of precum slips from satoru’s hole, easily guiding and slicking suguru’s cock. “mmm, make a mess over him, babygirl.” suguru tells you. he snakes one of his hands in front of you and presses his index finger against your clit.
your back arches and your bouncing falters. the little dominant front you put on easily crumbles as you look down at satoru once more. he knows what you want—his permission. you search in his eyes for any type of agreement that you can finally let go and cum around his cock.
satoru licks his lips as he stares up at you. a pout finds its way onto your lips, you try to hold back your growing orgasm but it becomes harder and harder. shallow breaths escape from deep in your chest.
“p-please.” you mewl out. you’re so so so close and with suguru pressing down on your sensitive bud, there’s no way you’re gonna last a minute longer.
“mhm, cum f’me.” satoru whimpers. suguru picks his speed up and fucks into satoru faster. the soft plap fills the room as he stretches his hole. satoru wiggles from his spot on the bed, you’re gripping around him and riding him like your personal dildo while suguru is fucking him like he’s a fucktoy. “fuhh—gonna fuckin’ cum.”
“papa.” you moan out to suguru as your orgasm crashes over you. your back arches, giving suguru a delightful view of your pussy creaming all over satoru’s cock. “m’fuckin’ cummin’!” you whine out. you body jerks and shivers before you’re falling on top of a moaning satoru.
your lips find his, the two of you begin sharing hungry kisses. your teeth and tongues clash against each other, you’re both moaning, giving suguru a view of the two people he loved the most being absolutely disgusting with one another.
“babygirl, our toru ‘s so close to cumming.” suguru hums examining the way satoru’s stomach clenches and the way his thighs tense every so often. “can you use that mouth on his dick instead?” he coos at you.
you’re quick to pull away from satoru. as you lift yourself off of his cock, you let out a soft moan. you could still feel how wet you are in between your thighs as you get on all fours and prop satoru’s cockhead into your mouth.
“fuckkkk.” satoru whimpers, he wishes so badly to be able to push your head down further and fuck your throat. to make you gag and choke until you’re patting his thigh due to how restricted your breathing is. his low eyes rise up from you to suguru. his cock twitches in your mouth when he realizes suguru is already looking at him.
“gonna cum for us, baby?” suguru asks. his voice is sultry and deep. satoru could only nod his head as he continued to look suguru deep into his dark eyes.
satoru wants to just touch someone—something. his hands being handcuffed behind his back is driving him crazy. he becomes whinier as he lifts his hips to both meet suguru’s thrusts and to attempt to fuck deeper into your mouth.
“cum then, toru. cum in our princess’s mouth.” suguru continues to egg him on. he’s lazily rolling his hips, and still managing to hit that spot that has satoru seeing stars.
“papa.” the word slips weakly from satoru’s mouth and if suguru were to ask later on if he said it he would absolutely deny it. his orgasm hits hard, it feels like he ran into a brick wall from the way his breathing is knocked out of his chest. his legs tense and his hole clenches tighter around suguru’s cock.
you moan in delight at the taste of satoru’s thick cum. you keep your mouth suctioned around his tip, greedily sucking up all of his cum. you’re moaning too as if you were receiving some type of stimulation also.
satoru lays there flatly as his orgasm comes to an halt. there’s ringing in his ears and he can barely think clearly.
“sh-shit. princess, c’mere.” suguru tells you. he grabs you by your hair and drags you off of satoru’s cock. “open.” he tells you as he pulls out of satoru and begins stroking his cock in front of your face.
and like the good girl you are, you happily open your mouth and wait for his cum also. suguru lets out a few stray moans before he’s cumming also. his cum ins’t as thick as satoru’s but its enough. he empties himself into your mouth, his cum mixes in with satoru’s, creating a pool in your mouth.
“swallow, baby.” he tells you. you do as told before sticking your tongue out, showing him how bare your tongue is now. “good girl.” he coos before leaning down and pressing a kiss against your lips and because he’s icky, he swipes his tongue into your mouth so that he could taste both himself and satoru. “so pretty.” he comments.
“that was hot ‘nd all but can someone please take these cuffs off of me.” satoru groans, ruining the moment.
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the way you wrote simon “my cock is too big it won’t fit” riley was jaw dropping, eye-rolling, and heavenly!!!
I’m imagining Simon who finally puts it in and is even more desperate than reader (cue male whimpering audio)
awww thank u so much!! i had such intense need that i bonked my head n went, “yup. this is the horny thought for the day” <333
oh but he was always soooooo desperate, even more so than the reader!! especially before they finally fucked!!!
thinking about the way he fucks his fist every night after your date ends :((
while you were at your home, stuffing your hole with your fingers (and toys, really—your eyes having devoured the chub underneath simon’s pants every time you two would sit close together, snuggled as you watched a movie, before rushing home and putting in on an order for toys because god do you need one. or four…), simon was locked in his room, messily fisting his cock.
there is too much lube, and it is staining his boxers and his pants because he was too horny to even strip properly. he bites down his moans, hesitant to let them out even when he is alone at his safe house, his eyes pressed close as he imagines the way he'll take you: on your knees while he pinches your nipples, flicking the buds with the blunt ends of his nails, or on your back with your legs folded to your chest because there is no way in hell that simon's not going to breed you.
it's that thought that always makes him cum, rumbled groans pouring out like rippling water.
“jesus,” he murmurs as he stares at his cum-stained palm, mind running at the way you clenched-and-unclenched your legs during dinner—something, he notes, was happening more often. “this is torture.”
(simon has always known how you look good in your own desperation, ragged in the way you stare up at him with furrowed eyes and lips jutted into a pout, but there was something different then. it was charged. primal. and simon realized how the ache must have peaked for you.
good, simon thought. i need you just as much.)
he slid two fingers in your twitching hole, relishing in your stuttered moans at the ease of their plunge. the wet squelch made his cock jump, thumping against his thigh, but he wasn’t done.
it wasn’t enough.
(simon has had countless partners before you, just like you had others before him.
you told him of the dissatisfaction, how cocks only ever breached your walls for the pleasure of the body it was attached to and never for your own. you told him of your elation that bubbled into sputtering disappointment because they never knew how to coax an orgasm from you with just their cock. you told him of the accidental orgasms, those that they cannot recreate because it wasn’t intended. sure, you told him of their wonderful fingers or mouths, of their robust laps you were grinding on during those days when sex is more foreplay than the penetration, but it wasn’t what you ached for.
you told him all of this, in return, simon told you the others who could never really fit him. the others who tried but they were never really interested in the preparation. the others who could only take half of his length, hissing when an inch slides in even when it shouldn’t.
“impatient,” simon murmured when you asked why his ex-partners couldn’t fit him.
“and they don’t have that…” he trailed off, tongue heavy in his mouth.
“they don’t have what?” you prodded, blinking at him all so darlingly, your blood buzzed with alcohol.
“they don’t have that masochistic streak,” simon replied, voice gentle. testing.
your only reaction was a quiet gasp, heavy eyes widening a fraction as the words settled in. he watched as you began fidgeting, throat bobbing at your dry swallow.
that was all simon needed to know you are made for him—soul and body.)
the moment your greedy hole managed to gobble all of his four fingers was when simon knew you were ready. he flicked his eyes away from your dripping slit and watched as you laid on the bed twitching, your eyes red from your tears, your skin dotted with sweat.
you looked like a beautiful, hot mess and simon was ready to engulf you whole.
simon slots himself between your legs, fist warm around his flushed cock. your glazed eyes focus on him, watching with open-mouthed gasps, and simon coos, unable to stop himself.
“ready f’r me, pup?” he asks, tapping the head of his cock against your sensitive sex.
it makes you keen, hips squirming, mussing up the already soiled sheets. simon chuckles, heat filling his cheeks, and taps it once, twice, three more times before finally lining the leaking head of his cock against your twitching hole.
the slow press in makes you two moan, bodies locking at the explosion of ecstasy that fills up your senses. overwhelming pleasure quickly razes through him, overtaking his sanity as the wet squeeze of your walls grips him deliciously.
he buckles, muscles liquifying, and the dizzying euphoria makes him stumble. he slips, his cock sliding in deeper, breaching further—
simon whimpers, unable to stop himself as unadulterated bliss grips him. he couldn’t help it: he sinks all of himself in you, your walls not even protesting as they swallowed him in, hungry in the way you are all filled up by him.
“si-!” he hears your delirious squeal, the rumble of your voice scratching into a ragged echo, and simon—
simon gurgles a response.
his mind has been zapped by the peaking high, rendering him unable to string coherent thoughts as all of his synapses sing nothing but the enveloping pleasure, running him on overdrive.
simon feels like he is being devoured. like he is stripped into nothing but his sensitive spots.
“t-too good,” he mewls. “pup, s’too good–”
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