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Sikorsky who decides to be nice to his pet girl for once 👉👈 even gives her head and kisses her goodnight sleep a mimir

☇ tw: power imbalance, master/pet dynamic, abducted reader, creampie, special treatment, breastplay, foreplay, squirting, cumplay — all fem receiving

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You weren't used to being handled with genuine care. Especially from him.

Leash and collar are your best friends. The moment he held the collar out to you, you lowered your head with gratitude. And once he fastened the accessory around the skin of your neck, your leash came hasped at the collar's hook next.

You had nothing to lose at the hands of a murderer as long as you understood his terms of keeping you alive; give up your humanity. Your freedom, your right, and every fiber of your being. Be his lapdog for a while until boredom eats him alive and you get to live.

You reluctantly agreed out of fear and being his personal toy became your only purpose to live. Have you had rejected, your body lays cold at any ground without a pulse and you quickly came in heels with his ability to discard you any moment if he wanted to. He keeps you inside a cold room with little to no provision to help yourself. You eat on his hands as he distastefully makes you lose your own appetite of eating everyday which makes him pay less for a single meal.

You sometimes keep yourself awake to live, afraid of what may seem to be possible as long as it's crucially done by him. You gradually lose your own mental capacity as your mind teetered down to its breaking point the longer he kept carving the shape of his cock inside your poor cunt like a fleshlight. Everyday, you get to experience numerous orgasms in one go—he never settled less for keeping your cunt filled with his own cum every time he's in profound distress—your skin is smudged with the color purple and chasmic red along with huge scattered handprints as your body staggered down to its limb. Your mouth was never left untouched by anything he could put in there, even your ass gets prodded once he figures your cunt rim's loosen up and there's no fun to that.

You never repudiated any of his actions either, your body just kept giving in whenever he had his hands on you. But your mind declined nonetheless.

It boggles him to think that the sight of your disheveled body is enough to make him turn down a new fresh one every time another girl would sell her body to him—you merely had him wrapped around your loyalty and obedience. He preferred you over anything when it awoke him that you're quite the only pet who took more than what he had to give. Whom he had taught well enough to know the right words to say whenever he needed to hear it, whenever he needed to mitigate his stress into your body, whenever he just needed someone to lay his head on and breath in breath out. There's only one pet he's had that stayed with him despite the many opportunities that passed her to escape from his control. The one who never had the moment to get on her feet and sprint at the nearest unlocked door or the guts for that matter and the last pet he's ever going to be claiming as his own little personal fucktoy.

As time passes, you become used to the life of being a cheap pet kept in a freezing cramped room under a building that only falls under his own acknowledgment. He would come home, a little drunk like always but you knew better how he handles his alcohol very well enough for him to remember how he would hold you by the head and fuck your hips.

"Master.."

You called out, standing back on your feet from the cold grainy ground. You would come up to him, wrapping your arms around his body as you nuzzle your head against the softness of his chest. Like always, this is what he told you to do when he'd come home despite any state he's in. He places his huge hand on top of your head with a faint smile, seemingly pleased. Although, he wasn't usually smiling when you would do anything close to being affectionate like this. The only clothing you wore was an old ragged maid outfit he stole since you've been obedient and you deserved to have his consideration on giving you some clothes but still keep them a little skimpy for a toy.

"That dress is getting a bit dirty. Should we get you a new one already?"

He would chuckle lightly. You could smell the tinge of alcohol from his lips as he laughed but you could care less—instead, you were shocked. Out of all the things he praised you for, this was something new that made your eyes light.

He looks down at your figure, sliding a hand down to your rear as he opens his mouth and you immediately catched up to his unspoken hint. Standing on your toes, you stick your tongue out and slide it past his warm mouth. Your hands resting on his chest as you closed your eyes. He faintly smiled into the kiss, squeezing your ass as he let you suck his tongue.

You taste the tinge of strong alcohol on his tongue as you scrunch your brows together from the bitter aftermath. You can feel yourself hazying into a clouded state the more you kissed and lapped at his tongue. He pulls away, peering down at your figure with a faint smile.

"There's a good girl.."

His voice was nothing like the sober one you were used to. It felt warm and gentle to your eardrums as you looked up at him with your eyes slightly widened.

"Thank you, master.." Exactly like the words of gratitude you were taught to say at any given sentence he tells you necessarily.

His lips etched into a smile, rubbing your head as you let yourself succumb into the warm effect it had on around your entire head. Your half-lidded eyes stared up at him like a dog's pitiful stare at its owner whenever it wanted something; you wanted more of him. More of this side of his to show, if a pet is the last thing you'll be, it has to be something nice at your own expense—something you have always wondered whether he nurtured a soft spot for you for the past few months. Which, he did.

Sikorsky would Usher you on the only bed the cramped room had next to a coffee table, laying you down as he took off his coat. You could feel his eyes and how they never set off of your body, you could almost feel the yearning effect it had at the back of your head.

You soon prepared yourself, hoisting the frilled hem of your dress over your stomach then spreading your legs apart as you watched him undress between your legs.

Once he finishes, he climbs on top of you with an intense gaze. His huge hand resting on your soft thigh as he kisses the side of your cheek, down to the old collar he presented you. He pulls away, scanning the collar around your neck as he gently unclasps it. This brought you another level of shock since the collar has always held a deeper meaning of his possession over you, in which, he would never once take it off and nor can you at your own expense.

"Let's get you a new collar also.."

Sikorsky would toss the collar to the side then look back down at you, he scans the round of your neck, which had a chasmic rash of purple and red from the collar. He chuckled lightly, leaning in as he kissed the mesh of dark color around your neck. You perked up from the mattress, your neck hasn't been touched by anything warm since the collar was the only thing that hid your neck from anything that touches it. His tongue felt naked against your damaged skin.

"Master..~"

You let out a small moan as he held both of your hands to your side, pinning you down on the mattress with firm pressure. The warm feeling of his wet tongue on your bruised neck made it feel like It was burning degrees down. You arched your back, closing your eyes while you let out small moans under him. His lips softly tugged your rash-burned skin as he hums next to your ear, kissing your soft cheek once more before he hastily goes down between your legs.

He doesn't say anything but you get the point. He hadn't eaten you out, never once. But he was generous enough to plan on giving it to you now; He would hold your soft thighs, spreading them apart as he tugged your underwear off with his teeth. You were already quivering above, your thighs trembled from how new and exciting it felt for you and you looked down with a look of thrilled anticipation.

Sikorsky doesn't look up just yet. He paid attention to your perked cunt as if he needed to. He lowers his head, sticking his tongue out to brush against your clit that made you throw your head back to the mattress—causing him to look at you. He smirked, bringing two fingers at your tight hole as he spread your folds apart then entering two digits. He'd let some of his spit drool down at your hole so that his fingers won't have to wait.

You moaned like a cat in heat. Your face beating red as you whined, his thick digits entering you abruptly as you felt your hole gape once again. After all, he's been too considering since the past few weeks—too considerate that he hadn't been fucking his toy. Your legs quivered from the sheer abruptness and pressure around them as he held them down so he could kiss your cunt at full view. His fingers went straight then flat out inside your warm hole, curling at every slicked-filled nooks and crannies. He had fingered your tight hole once but never again after he saw how much you had your cunt tightening so much from it, he wanted to save it just so in any case you would beg him for it—but now, he was more than being generous for that.

You decided it's best if you don't place your hand on his head as you gripped the sheets while looking down with a lewd face. You grit your teeth as soon as he pushes your ass up from below and pushes his tongue into your cunt while he held your hips with a firm grip. His tongue scraped the warm insides of your hole, making him grunt a bit when he felt you thrust upward.

"A-ah..m-master..hahh-" your moans gave him a rough time with his stiffening cock as he discreetly humped the sheets while he held you. He could feel just how your warm flesh would clamp down on his tongue as more of your slick would coat his warm tongue inside of you. He grunts, curling his tongue upward as he stares up at you. He watches close with intent, his brows furrowed with complete resolve to burn the image into his head. His huge hands digging handprints into your soft thighs and only now he could take the time to appreciate how soft your body is as he frantically flicks his tongue inside.

He places his thumb on your perking clit as he rubbed harsh circles, making you throw your head all the way back on the mattress as you clenched your teeth. Drool trailing down from the corners of your mouth as you moaned uncontrollably under his touch—he took this as a sign that you're close as he pressed his thumb harder onto your clit that sank all the way down just enough to make you squirt. You let out a loud high-pitched moan, covering your face. His jaw and mouth filtered with your slick as he grunted.

You felt as if you broke a rule or two.

"I-i'm sorry..master..I-" you gasped, heaving your chest up and down as you apologetically spoke "I didn't..I didn't..know I was-" he sat up, his hands still on your trembling thighs as he brought his face close to your red and damped one.

"That's the first time you squirted that much, I like seeing you like that." he laughed hoarsely next to your ear as he gently moved both of your hands away from your face. His eyes would cascade down at your figure with a look of thrill.

Your eyes were watery, your cheeks smeared with your own drool and your face beating red as you pant under him. You looked away, chewing on your lips as you closed your eyes. You let out a small whine, making him soften his gaze upon you. It capered shivers down his spine when he looked at you—his cheeks slightly red, this was his first time taking in your form studiously after all. Whenever he would hold you like this, he only paid attention to his own pleasure. And now, he's at your mercy to show more.

"Don't hide your face," he grabs your face with a firm grip, turning your head to look at him. Your cheeks squished together as you furrowed your eyebrows, your eyes pooling out tears that struck his heart as you looked at him. "Look at me." He stares down, his eyes downing your form into the back of his head.

"I want to see you."

You could see the sheen of your own slick slathered across his cheek once you slowly opened your eyes to look at him, you felt your cheeks burn as you let out a soft muffled whine under his hand.

"Good girl. Keep your eyes on me." He gently placed his hand away from your damped face, sliding It down to your thigh as he positioned himself at your entrance. You shivered at the feeling of his hard tip as your soft folds gaped from the base of his cock entering your hole, you shaked and bit down at your bottom lip. His hand would travel back to your upper half, tugging the neck of your dress down where your tits would show themselves. He grunted, lowering his head down to guzzle one in his warm mouth.

"Master!!" You whined, arching your back upwards as you threw your head back to the mattress with a high pitched moan—causing him to moan a little as he places his other hand on your other tit, chafing it between his index and thumb.

"Mmh-" he would squeeze your ass with his free hand, occasionally taking glances at you from above while he violated your body. His hardened cock consistently plunges in and out of your cunt as he picks his pace up in no time.

It was quite unusual for you to not hear him make you beg for your own release while all of this happened, but you weren't complaining.

You gripped the sheets as you looked down at him on your chest. Your mouth agape where drool drips out constantly at his touch as you stick your tongue out. You couldn't even begin to comprehend how your chest made you more sensitive all the while he squeezed and sucked on it, causing you to shatter mentally. Your mind went completely blank as soon as he started to pound you into the mattress, causing you to let out moans that sounded like an animal in heat as you simply let him take you again. The only audible words that left your wet mouth was 'master' as you completely gave in.

"Good girl..you take me so well, it's what made me want you more." He whispered between kisses with your tit then went back sucking it with ease. His voice is deep and lusty with a hint of passion in it. His other hand at your ass holding you appropriately matches his hip thrusts—pull out and pull in, he could hear your cunt squelching around his cock as he pulls all the way out, then pushes inside you deeply in a steady pace. He grunted like a bull above you as he pulled away from your chest, leaning into your face.

"You would make a good wife from a pet, I must say. But I like keeping you like this..I like taking care of your body." He panted out, you could feel his thrusts getting more harder as he spoke those words.

"No matter what the others say, I'll always be the criminal I am-" he grunted, speeding up more as he grinned weakly. "I don't deserve a wife..so I made you a pet instead." He panted out with his hands on both of your thighs, hitting your weak spot. You couldn't even make out the words he just whispered. You rolled your eyes lewdly with your chin dripping with drool as you kept Cumming and tightening around his cock.

Sikorsky could feel himself getting close the more he spilled those words into your ear as he lifts your legs up to his shoulders, desperately chasing his own climax as he stared intently down at your lewd face while he slammed his hips against yours.

"A pet sounds better than a wife to me.." He chuckled through his grunting as he leaned in to kiss you. Your lower half cramping against your upper as he lapped at your mouth, you could still taste your own slick from earlier that smeared across his cheek. His thrusts become more erratic as you stagger below him, your mind refusing to think of anything other than the overstimulating pleasure he was providing you. He bites his lip, his hands squeezed your trembling ones while he pinned you down on the mattress. His eyes never left your face as he spilled inside you with one last thrust that reached the back of your cunt, earning yourself a loud groan from him.

He pulls out, your cunt leaked with his cum as it dripped down to your stomach. He smiles at this, placing you down as he climbs on your chest—his cock in front of you as he ushered you to open your mouth, his hand sneaking behind to work on your hole so he could shove the rest of his cum inside you with two digits.

You slowly pry your mouth open with your eyes clouded. When you open your mouth, he could see strings of saliva all over that caused him to grin. He places his tip at the pad of your wet tongue as he spills the rest he had to hold back just for this, making him grin wider. You furrowed your brows as cum dripped all the way down your throat—you swallowed his offer soon after as you watched him climb off of you.

He watched you catch your breath while he felt satisfied with his work. He would look at the mess he made on you and his grin would curve down into a soft smile. He would move a strand of hair from your face, leaning in to kiss your forehead instead of your cum stained lips.

"Rest."

#tw. master play #tw.power imbalance #tw.abduction #tw.creampie #sikorsky x reader #baki smut #tw.petplay #tw.mindbreak

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readerinsertz · 7 years

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Kagami x Reader x Aomine lemon pls ! If u cant , it's ok ! I like ur blog !

Rating: Explicit, MDNI

WC: 4.5K

Warnings: 18+content, MDNI, afab!reader, poly relationship, threesome, minor manhandling, sub!reader, Dom/Sub dynamic, MxMxF, possessiveness, strength kink, spanking (mentions of paddle), slight praise kink, pet names (princess, babygirl), teasing, orgasm control, doggy, mention of vibrator and overstimulation, oral (male receiving), facefucking, double penetration, finger sucking, mentions of pet play, minor cowgirl, aftercare.

AN: I made it extra smutty since you requested this such a long time ago

The sound of chopping fills the kitchen; you are busy preparing a late lunch for your two boyfriends. A glance at the clock on the oven tells you that it’s just gone half three. You turn back and look out of the window in front of the sink but can’t spot Kagami or Aomine. From what you can recall from when you had gotten up, after being awoken by your two hot boyfriends between your thighs, they had left early to go play some one-on-one at the courts. In the time that they have left, you have managed to do most of the housework. The laundry is done; the rooms are cleaned and you are starting on the food. On normal days, you rarely do the housework- it is a chore mainly for Aomine as you help with homework and Kagami makes the food. Today, though, you have done most of the work, knowing that the boys have had a pretty hectic last few weeks; having been busy training for the start of the basketball competition.

The opening of a door has you frowning and taking a step back out of the kitchen to peer at the doorway. There, crossing the threshold are your two boyfriends. You can sometimes tell who had won in their match; Aomine would stroll into the apartment as if he owned the thing, sauntering up to you and whisking you to the bedroom where he would take you with such raw power that you often felt you were about to be devoured. Kagami, on the more rare occasion that he did win, never managed to get to the bedroom before he was sinking himself into you.

As it is, Kagami thunders through the hallway towards you. His eyes are burning and you can see the way his muscles are bunched up, almost in anger. His eyes darken when they spot you standing there, only in his old Serin basketball jersey. Since he didn’t wear it to official matches anymore, you were allowed to wear it whenever you wanted (whenever you wanted to be fucked)

“Kagami-kun, Aomine-kun, you’re back,” you begin. Kagami doesn’t let you finish whatever you were going to say- though it’s hard to think when Kagami is staring at you so intensely you think he’ll burn holes into his top- before he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You shriek at the manhandling and are rewarded with Aomine’s deep chuckle. Tossing your head up, you glare at him but falter when you take him in. He’s wearing a loose navy tank top over black shorts. On his left arm is a black thermal; it’s so tight it looks more like a second skin. Unconsciously, you rub your thighs as you take in the way it clings to the muscles on his arm. Both thighs are also encased in the black material, bringing your attention to his fine thighs. Kagami had thrown you over his shoulder so quickly you hadn’t been able to get a good look at him. Somewhere in your mind, you hope that he’s also wearing his thermals and that they would fuck you in them. They had done it before and, honestly, you had thought they had looked like actual Greek Gods.

You are thrown onto the bed and would have bounced from the force had Kagami not immediately pinned your body to the bed. He stays on his hands and knees above you for a few seconds, enough time for you to see that his eyes are mostly black, surrounded by a thin ring of red. His mouth descends down onto yours and all your thoughts disappear. The man kisses with the same power he has on the court and it is all you can do to keep up with him. His tongue snakes into your mouth and dominates the kiss; as a result, your hands curl into the material covering his broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you toss your head back for a breath. Kagami moves to suck a hickey on your neck, your back arching when he bites the flesh afterwards. The male places a soft kiss to soothe it, less as an apology and more in pride. Before you can reprimand him- you have classes tomorrow for God’s sake- he’s kissing you again. The male groans into your mouth when your nails scratch along his scalp as you go to grab his hair.

Kagami’s large, calloused hands ran up your thighs, pushing the hem of his top up on your frame. His hands spread over your hipbones and he draws back to look at the sight of it- his large hands almost being able to wrap around the entirety of your hips. You mewl as you feel him subconsciously grind into your centre. The noise has his attention snapping back to you and he leans in to kiss you again, his tongue sliding along the backs of your teeth before curling around yours. Movement in your peripheral vision forces you to turn towards it. Kagami pouts as you leave his kiss, biting the bottom of your lip in punishment. You stare, flushed and breathless, at Aomine who’s leaning on the doorframe. He’s stripped on his way to the bedroom and is now only wearing his boxers. Without meaning to, your eyes run down from his blue eyes to his lips, pulled into a half-smirk that you find hot, and then down his neck to his pectorals. You know he’s full-on smirking as he watches you check him out, eyes unable to stop following the lines of his body.

Kagami becomes jealous of your lack of attention, one hand sliding up to catch your chin and tilt your head back to his. The kiss he gives you is much more demanding and when he finally pulls back, sending a look to Aomine, your lips are slightly bruised. The bed dips down as another weight settles on it. Kagami squeezes your body where his hands rest, left hand resting on your right ribcage, his right one cupped behind your head. It’s possessive and, though your eyes are rolled back into your eye sockets as you continue to grind against Kagami, you know it’s the red-haired male’s way of telling Aomine to back off. You can tell that he lost their match and so is going to fuck you in such a way to prove that Aomine isn’t better at everything. You’re more than down with his plan.

Somewhere along the line, Kagami lifts you up and drapes you along his chest, one arm wrapped around the small of your back to keep you balanced; you are fairly certain that you moaned at the small display of strength. The position forces you to straddle his thighs and, in the state of arousal you are in, you don’t even notice your hips rolling and gyrating against the hard flesh poking the inside of your thigh. You’re brought back from the haze that Kagami’s actions have put you in when you feel a sting on your butt.

“Stop that,” he growls at you and you instantly obey. He grins at you and tells you, “Good girl.” You moan at the praise and try really hard not to move and make him angry again. But by the way your butt is stinging you are willing to reconsider.

A body drapes along your back. You sigh and let your head fall back onto Aomine’s shoulder. He chuckles deeply into your ear, hands coming up to play with your breasts. Aomine pinches your nipple, rolling the hard nubs and laughs at your sounds of pleasure. Kagami swats your butt again as you lose your control over your body.

“You’re being a bad influence on her,” Kagami tells Aomine. The dark skinned man just grins at him, lowering his mouth to suck a hickey on the back of your shoulder. Kagami glares at him and snakes a hand beneath your pants. You suck a breath in as his fingertips brush against your clit. You’re unable to keep the breathy moan in the second time he circles the flesh, putting more pressure in the touch so you are forced to arch your back. Kagami thankfully takes pity on you and slips one finger into your wet hole. He crooks the long finger inside of you and you let out a pornographic moan as pleasure singes your nerves. “God, you’re wet,” Kagami mumbles into the top of your breast.

“What do you want, princess?” Aomine drawls, still playing with your boobs. You moan out louder and force yourself to arch even more, hoping he’ll get the message. Which ‘he’ you are neither sure of nor care.

“Use your words,” Kagami orders, slowly slipping his finger out of you.

“No!” You yell, both hands shooting out to wrap around his wrist to stop him from leaving you. “Please, please…. pleaseeeeee,” it’s the only thing you can say and you repeat it desperately.

“Hmmm, do you know what she wants?” Kagami asks. His finger stops moving, not pulling out but not pushing in either. You’re desperate enough to disobey his order to stay still and move your hips back and forth so you’re fucking his stationary fingers. Your eyes slide close at the returned pleasure and a breathy exhale leaves your plump lips as you picture how obscene you must look. Two twin groans begin to paint an idea of how lewd you really look.

“I don’t know. Maybe she wants you to stop.” Aomine grins and seems to take pleasure when you make a broken sound, trying to plead with Kagami to not do that. Your eyes begin to water with fear that he’ll actually stop. Kagami sees it and his face softens.

“Hey, now, baby girl, we’re not going to do that. We’re just teasing you.” He pushes his finger in until you’re taking him to the knuckle and then curls the digit so he strokes your G-Spot. You chant out something that may be their names or may be a chorus of “thank you"s. Kagami adds a second finger and begins to scissor you open, switching it to fingering you in an unhurried way. You fling your upper body forward, wrapping your arms around his large shoulders to ground yourself and hide your flushed face in his shoulder. Kagami chuckles at your cuteness, it rising to laughter when you bite him softly on the part of his neck that joins his shoulder.

All of you are forced to move in order to let Kagami strip. While he does that, Aomine keeps your attention to stop you from falling out of the headspace you’re in. He presses open mouth kisses along your shoulders, his finger trailing softly along the sides of your breasts. You giggle at the ticklish feeling and are delighted when you feel Aomine grin into your shoulder.

“Does my princess enjoy that?” He asks, breath fanning along the back of your neck. Your neck is one of your most sensitive parts of your body and it breaks out with goosebumps. You can feel your pussy throb with need and you take control, a hand wrapping over Aomine’s right one and dragging it down your body to cup at your sex. “Naughty,” Aomine whispers into your ear but slips a finger into you anyway. Of the two of them, he’s the most likely to give in to your demands and pleasure you, unlike Kagami who’s more strict on obedience and punishment. You moan as one of his fingers fills you up, better than if you had two of your own in you. The blue haired man lets out a noise deep in his chest when he feels just how wet you are.

“Move,” Kagami barks, getting back onto the bed without any clothes on. You’re surprised that Aomine, such a dominant in bed, obeys with little fuss, moving to rest in front of you. He moves a little way away, letting Kagami take charge. It’s less common for Kagami to take control, he’s still shy in bed even after a year and a half of dating, but when he does both you and Aomine are fully pleasured. Kagami seats himself behind you and wraps a hand around the back of your neck, the tightness making you groan. He applies pressure and you bend until your top half is laying on the top of the bed. The position leaves you with your ass up in the air, exposed to the man behind you. You don’t have time for any insecurity to bubble up in you as Kagami breathes, “beautiful,” whilst his hands caress the sides of your thighs. You hear a groan as his large hand wraps around his shaft, indulging in a few jerks before he presses his large dick to your entrance. His left-hand wraps around the entirety of your left hip as he slowly sinks in. Both of you groan at the pleasure.

Once Kagami bottoms out, he stays still and waits for you to become more comfortable. You take a deep breath as you feel him so deep inside of you. Kagami’s thumbs are rubbing soothingly into the flesh of your hips. Stretching your body out a little, your hands slide in opposite directions along the duvet cover until your head rests on the part of Aomine’s thigh that meets his hip. Biting your lip, you push your forehead into the muscle and almost purr when long, dark fingers thread through your hair. It relaxes you enough to lose the small feeling of discomfort- more weirdness than anything- that comes with Kagami being inside of you. You push your hips back as far as you can, which isn’t much since you’re basically flushed with the basketballer. A moan bubbles out of your mouth as you feel his grip increase slightly on your hips and hear a groan above you as the red-haired male lets his delight be known as you wiggle your hips.

He pulls back until the tip of his head remains inside of you before thrusting back in. Involuntarily, your eyes close, head tipping back as you moan in pleasure as his thick cock seems to split you open. Kagami keeps the hard pace, allowing himself to go as deep as possible, one large hand sliding up the front of your body to clasp your breast and pinch your nipple just a hairbreadth away from being painful and soon you feel yourself teetering on the edge of release. You feel Kagami drape his chest along your back, and you sigh in delight as you feel the lines of his muscles dig into you, his head turning so he could whisper huskily into your ear, “Don’t cum.”

You shoot your eyes open with a yelp and look at him from over your shoulder. He only smirks back at you, angling his hips so that he slides over your G-Spot. It has you whimpering as pleasure floods through your body, almost but not quite enough to get you off. You wonder what’ll happen to you if you did cum. You feel Kagami’s chest vibrate as he laughs and realise that you had accidentally said that out loud.

“I’ll spank you twenty times with that wooden paddle you hate. Hard enough that you’ll be feeling it when you sit down at school for days.” A shiver rakes down your spine at the thought of that and you feel your pussy clench. Kagami’s hips stutter as your walls clamp down on him like a vice. “You just tightened. You really must like that idea,” Kagami hums and continues, “it isn’t punishment if you enjoy it. Maybe I’ll give you thirty instead….. Or I’ll give you twenty and shove your pink bunny vibrator in your cunt, full power for an hour and see how many times we can make you orgasm.”

You have to bite your lip to stop you from cumming at his words. Two large hands wrap around your own, fingers weaving through the fists you had formed; Aomine’s digits lace in between yours, stopping you from pressing your fingernails into your flesh again, his thumbs lightly rubbing over the crescents dotting your palms. You look up at him, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as you silently beg him to not let Kagami do what he had promised. Aomine only shrugs his shoulders.

“That’s what happens if you disobey, princess. And don’t bat those pretty little eyes at me, you gotta pay the consequences,” Aomine’s voice dips down an octave as he purrs the next words out. “Is the pleasure of coming really worth the punishment?”

You decide it isn’t and so try and take your mind off of the feelings Kagami is giving your body. Thankfully, he’s gone back to shallowly thrusting into you, letting you come down a little from your almost orgasm. You turn your head and nuzzle in between Aomine’s legs, the material of his boxers scraping against your cheek in a pleasurable way, your tongue coming out to rub against the wet spot that has darkened the fabric. Aomine lets out a groan, tipping his head back a little and letting his right hand tangle into the roots of your hair. You mouth his erection, the material of his boxer-briefs becoming increasingly more damp by your ministrations until Aomine snaps and tugs his underwear down enough to free his dick. He barely has to guide your mouth to it before your lips wrap around the head. Without hesitation, you lick up the bead of pre-cum, peering up through your lashes at him as innocently as possible whilst tonguing his slit. Unknowingly, your hands slide up the bed to rest over Aomine’s knees to keep you stable. Aomine’s hips thrust forward reflectively, groaning down at you. It’s not enough to gag you so you push yourself, sliding your mouth further down his cock. Relaxing your throat, you deepthroat him, taking him in until your nose brushes the blue hair at the base of his dick.

“So good, princess,” Aomine croons, fingers holding your hair out of your face so he can get the best possible angle of you blowing him. You swallow around his cock, breathing cut off a little. When your jaw begins to ache from being held so wide, you pull back and kitten lick the tip. “Doing so well for us.” Praise continues to spill from Aomine’s lips and you take it in with a smile.

A hard thrust from Kagami has you moaning as his thick cock drags along your G-Spot. Aomine, in turn, groans at the vibrations around his dick, fingers squeezing your hair at the stimulation. Kagami’s hands snake along your body until they are gripping your hips. You know that he’s about to really fuck you and you let your bottom half go limp, knowing he’ll hold your weight up. You turn your attention back to Aomine and move your right hand off his knee, laying it against his left one in your hair. You squeeze it whilst deepthroating him, looking up at him and hoping he got the message. Judging by the way his pupils dilate, he understands what you’re trying to tell him.

“Are you sure?” He asks in concern and you softly nod your consent, grinning when you notice his Adam’s Apple bobs as he swallows. He shifts so that he isn’t sitting with his legs folded under his thighs and is instead kneeling, knees digging into the mattress. It had escaped your notice that you had replaced your right hand on his knee until he had moved, forcing you to glide your hands up his thighs to let him reposition. With one hand on the mattress below you to help you stay upright, your other hand lays flat over the very top of his thigh, fingertips resting on the bone of his hip. “Signal?” Aomine croaked out. You roll your eyes at his precaution but nevertheless pinch the top of his thigh twice. “Good girl,” Aomine praises and he rethreads his fingers into your hair, cradling your face with both hands.

You let yourself relax fully, knowing you’re completely safe in their hands, and should you use the slightly different version of a safe word, both would stop immediately. Kagami’s hands rub up your back and he praises you as you go pliant in their hands. The soft moment ends a second later as they both begin to thrust in and out of you. The tears in your eyes finally fall as Aomine fucks your face, his thumb wiping the watery trail away. You can hear him softly mumble something, probably praising you on how well you’re taking his cock but you’re too busy revelling in the floaty feeling they’re making you feel. Somewhere distantly in your mind, you wonder how fucked up you must be to enjoy, and get off, to being used like this. A sharp jab from Kagami, hitting your G-Spot right on has the thought disappearing. You become a bit more aware of your surroundings when you hear a familiar noise above you. In your pleasure-muddled state, it takes you a few seconds before you conclude that it’s your two boyfriends kissing, albeit messily, above you. It makes you groan and buck as you understand that the two males love each other just as much as they love you- and just as much as you love them.

You become more restless under them and they understand immediately, one of Kagami’s hands slithering over your hips so he can circle your clit. You whine, jumping at the stimulation and almost choke on Aomine’s dick that’s thrusting relentlessly in your mouth. You have to swallow several times around him, trying to regain control of your breathing.

“You’re taking us both so well, (Name),” Kagami tells you in a deep voice. He continues, the words falling from his lips as if he didn’t even know he was speaking. “F-fuck you look so good like this….. Maybe next time we’ll tie you to the bed and leave you there, gagged and with a toy in you. Would be a great thing to come home to.” He groans into your shoulder. “Or maybe we’ll put a collar on your neck, cat ears on your head and a butt plug with a tail in you. Make you crawl around the house on your knees… Would you like that? To be our kitten?” You wail your answer as best as you can. Kagami groans as he feels your walls clamping down on him, signalling your impending release. “Go on, cum for us,” he breathes, rubbing your clit unrelentingly until you break. Your visions whites out as you’re finally granted the release you’ve been wanting. You must have blanked out because when the floaty sensation finally dissipates long enough for you to get your bearings, Kagami is draped along your back, panting like he’s just completed a marathon. Your eyes dance along the bed, tracing the tanned arms that are on either side of your head. Kagami is leaning heavily on the bed, one hand in a fist next to Aomine’s knees, the other holding onto his thigh to keep him from fully crushing you. The absence of a dick stretching your lips has you looking up, only to see Aomine jerking off in front of you. Kagami shifts all his weight on his left hand, right hand cupping your chin and opening your mouth. You stick your tongue out and a few seconds later Aomine cums, streaking your face with white strands of cum. A majority of it lands in your mouth but you keep your tongue stuck out and allow Kagami’s pointer finger to lazily drag through the white emission painting your face, scooping more of Aomine’s cum into your mouth.

“Swallow.” You do so, lips closing around Kagami’s digit which is still in your mouth; you use your tongue to thoroughly clean his finger of the cum. Kagami groans at the display and lets it slip out. Without your consent, your body goes boneless and you fall onto your side on the bed; Aomine and Kagami shuffle so their bodies are flushed against your front and back. You hum in content, feeling safe as Kagami wraps a muscular arm around your front. All three of you lay there for a few minutes, letting your bodies recover from the intense sex you had just had. Eventually, the feeling of Kagami’s cum leaking out of your hole makes your face scrunch up in distaste and Aomine takes it as his cue to get off the bed and find a washcloth. All three of you regularly get tested, and you are on the pill, but you still use condoms most of the time, if only to save from the cleanup. The fact Kagami hadn’t used a condom is the final clue on the outcome of their one on one.

You wiggle back into Kagami’s warmth and spoke quietly, eyes not opening as you relax in the post-sex glow, “guessing you lost again?” He grunts behind you, squeezing your left hip as an answer. You wait patiently for Kagami to rouse himself from the light slumber he is in to answer fully. His fingers dance along the skin of your hip, moving up to brush under your boob and then down, just missing the apex of your thigh and continuing to your mid-thigh and before repeating the process. You force yourself to keep some attention on his wandering fingers- it wouldn’t be the first time that one of them managed to get you going for round two with some seemingly innocent finger tracing.

“… Yeah. I’m still not good enough. I need to do a lot more training before the tournament begins. Aomine beat me 7-5.”

“7 to 5 is still pretty good. I remember when it was really low, you are progressing,” you tell him softly, shuffling so you can look at him over your right shoulder. Aomine emerges from the bathroom just as you finish your sentence, obviously listening in on your conversation from the bathroom.

“As much as I hate to admit this, she’s right, you’re improving all the time.” He walks over to where you two are spooning, you only noticing then that sometime after he had left the bed he had put his boxers back on, planting his right knee on the bed. He has two damp washcloths in his left hand; his right-hand slides up your leg and carefully moves it so he can clean you up, not so delicately throwing the other one in Kagami’s face for him to clean himself. He takes them both back once you’re suitably cleaned up, going to throw them in the sink of the adjacent bathroom. He’s not gone awfully long but when he walks back into the bedroom, he’s greeted with the sight of you riding Kagami.

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