Falling Backwards
relationship: osamu miya x trans man!rintarō suna x trans man!reader
genre(s):smut, hurt/comfort
word count: 4.5k
content warnings: referenced transphobia, toxic mother, sir honorific, daddy honorific, afab anatomy (reader and suna), praise, submissive reader, dominant osamu, dominant suna, oral sex, fingering, oral fixation, dildos, humiliation if you squint, begging, hair-pulling, thigh-spanking, face riding, light degradation, breeding kink, creampie
synopsis: another visit to your shitty mother gone wrong. thankfully, your two boyfriends are there to comfort and look after you.
author's note: i had so much fun writing this! i love polyships. all interactions (especially reblogs and comments) are appreciated <3
You weren’t surprised. You never were at this point. The resentment that hung heavy in the air, the backhanded comments, the insensitive and self-centred nature – all of it were things that you suffered by rote. Unlike most people, you never felt much love towards mother dearest: her therapist by age 11, she taught you the art of handling everyone else’s issues whilst neglecting your own. You learnt very early on that mummy was a hypocrite: she would yell at you and guilt trip you for the smallest mistakes but you were expected to forgive so easily. Her emotional volatility was a defining feature of your own childhood. It was as if your identity was her centre. How could you forget her complaints and moans about how ‘difficult’ it was to have a transgender child?
The point is that you two had never gotten along. You’d tried to ween her away only for her to try and kick her way back in. It was the same cycle each time: you would remain firm at first, she would sweeten you, your inner child convinces you that maybe she really has changed, you meet up a few times, turns out she hasn’t changed and you kick her out of your life.
So why had you listened to your inner child again?
He had landed you running in the torrential rain, sobbing your heart out as your mother shouted her insults after you. Something about her words tonight cut deeper than before: she had built up your hopes too much again, hadn’t she? Either way, you were running all the way back to the house you shared with your boyfriends (they were going to pick you up but the evening had other plans).
Your sobs echoed through the hallway and convulsed your body as you dropped to the floor, your thoroughly soaked clothes sending water droplets to the carpeted floor. You were shivering when Rintarō found you in your sorry state, barely responsive to the world. He wordlessly helped you up, resting your sore and drenched form against his chest as he guided you up the stairs to your bedroom.
Rin was so gentle as he peeled your clothes off of you, wrapping you in a warm blanket; his voice was calm and gentle as he pulled you into his body, stroking your sopping wet hair.
“She can’t get to you here, darling. Samu and I will make sure of it.” Of course, he was worried sick – angrier at your mother than he ever had been before – but he knew that his anger was the last thing anyone needed. You just needed both of your boyfriends to hold and caress you. To spoil and baby you. To make you feel whole and loved again. “I texted Osamu when you came in, he’s just coming back from the restaurant, baby.” You clung onto Rin so tightly you were scared he’d lose circulation but he simply returned the same comforting pressure, letting his hands sink into the plush of your back.
Time had no meaning: the warm light from the bedside table filled the room in such a calming way as your convulsive sobs subsided into stray tears that fell down your cheeks all the while Rintarō rocked you back and forth in his arms, waiting until you were ready to tell him what happened. The soft silence was interrupted by Osamu’s keys in the door and, shortly afterwards, quick footsteps up the staircase just to see you.
“Sorry for the delay, got caught up talkin’ t’a new member of staff.” Osamu quickly gave Rintarō a kiss before taking your blanket-covered body from Rin and propping you up against his chest, cradling you like a precious baby. “D’ya wanna tell us what happened, baby?” His much larger hand met your cheek, brushing away the stray tears that fell along the reddened tracks of before.
“My mum… she told, she told me- that-that I, that I-” You could barely make it through a sentence before the sobs started again; you curled into Osamu’s chest like he was a teddy bear, letting him gently shush and cradle you. Rin quickly came round to the other side of your head, taking a hold of your other cheek.
“Y/N ran here in the rain.” Osamu’s eyes widened in shock at what Rin had just told him.
“Shit, that’s-”
“I know. Poor thing, I found him crouched in the hallway, shaking like a leaf.”
“From the sobs or the cold?” Rin shook his head.
“I don’t know, your guess is as good as mine. All of his clothes had soaked through so I chucked them in the laundry hamper.” Silence settled between the two men as they held your shivering form.
You scrubbed at your eyes roughly until Osamu produced a tissue from his pocket, using it to dab at your eyes gently. Despite everything that had happened, the world was a slightly better place with your boyfriends by your side. They had stood up to your mother for you multiple times, had always been there to pick up the pieces after you’d been let down again. Tonight was no different. Both Rin and Osamu were so patient with you. Regardless of whether it took two minutes or two hours to compose yourself, they always stayed beside you until you were ready to be okay.
Osamu’s hands stayed by your face, tracing the outlines of your features with care whilst Rintarō had his hands pressing into your tummy through the blanket. You finally cleared your throat, wincing at how red-raw it felt.
“She started going on about how me being trans took away her child. It escalated from there. Ended with her shouting after me telling me to never speak to her again as I ran home.” A solitary tear trickled onto Osamu’s hand and he quickly wiped it away.
“Thank you for telling us, honey.” Rin pressed his soft lips to your covered stomach. “Do you want us to do anything? Run you a bath? Put on a film?”
You shook your head, worming your way out of the blanket so your bare body was exposed to the cool bedroom air. The two men tilted their heads in curiosity and stared at you, awaiting some kind of answer or explanation.
All you could think about was them taking care of you; the two of them breaking you down in such a gentle way only to rebuild you with love and care. The imagined sensation of their hands squeezing and caressing your body not only sent sparks down your spine but a warm buzz of comfort to your tired brain. You didn’t want to think anymore. You just wanted to be pliant. To obey. To be spoiled and taken care of.
“Can I be your baby for the night?” Both Osamu and Rin raised an eyebrow in interest at your request as if to confirm that you had really said it. The two looked to you, then to each other and then back to you. Rin crawled behind you and set his hands on your shoulders, softly working his fingers into them.
“Ya sure, honey?” You softly nodded your head at Osamu’s question, feeling your back relax into Rin’s ministrations.
“Just want you and Sir to take care of me,” there was a pause as you looked down at your hands, “Daddy.”
The reactions from the two men behind you were so visceral: Rin’s heart pounded against his chest (you could feel it against your back) as if it were trying to break free and his deep exhale reverberated into your sensitive ears. Osamu’s chest puffed out in pride, his eyes wide and neck lightly flushed. Your attempt to hide your lustful gaze was foiled as Rin pulled your hands from your face, placing them in your lap.
“Traffic light system?” You curtly nodded your head, deciding to stick with the safe-word system that had always been used by you three.
“I’m green, Sir.” A playful smile formed behind the ear that Rin’s lips were pressed up against and you soon found yourself being lowered down with your back flat to the bed, the screwed-up blankets surrounding your perfectly naked frame.
Rintarō crawled over your body, licking over his lips as he analysed your body with an alluring hunger. His deft fingers quickly unbuttoned his shirt all the while his stare bore down at you. Osamu had attached his lips to your neck and collarbone, licking over the bite marks and hickeys that he made as he went along. A soft whine tumbled out of your mouth.
“Look at ya, pretty baby. Such a good boy for Daddy and Sir.” Rin attacked the supple skin of your stomach with his plush lips just as Osamu pulled you into a messy kiss that was a mess of your tongues. He pulled away, leaving strings of saliva on your lips.
Rin’s skilled tongue ran up and down your stomach, licking from your hardened nipples to the very top of your pubic bone, making you cry out softly against Osamu’s skin. He laughs softly at your reaction, stroking your hair and holding you in place for his boyfriend. Your eyes were bleary yet so focused on Rin, his piercing eyes seductively gazing up at you as he kissed lower and lower down your body, shrugging off his shirt finally to reveal the long-faded top surgery scars.
He pressed a kiss to your bare pussy, eyes gleaming with fascination as you squeaked and tried to wiggle away. Osamu’s hands grabbed onto your thighs and pulled them back, leaving your glistening cunt on display for Rin. A sly grin spread across his face as his lips enclosed around your engorged clit, sucking on it lewdly as he fluttered his eyelids at you.
“Ah-ah!” Your hands flew to Rintarō’s hair, gripping onto it and pulling his face further into you. Your heavy pants and moans reverberated throughout the room, harmonising with the lewd sounds of Rin’s relentless tongue that shot out to lick over your folds. “Oh, oh Sir!” Osamu awed at your cute noises, feeling himself get hard at the sight of his two partners already so messy.
Rin hummed against your pussy, licking up and down your folds with such fascination. His spit ran down your thighs as his mind began to cloud over at the sight of your flustered face. His soft laughter reverberated through you, causing you to try and close the legs that Osamu held open.
“Shh, let Sir and Daddy take care of ya.” Calloused hands gently massaged your thighs, giving you the perfect view of Rin’s head in between them. Soft whimpers were caught by Osamu’s lips as he held your head in place to watch the man in between your thighs. “There we go, good boy. So sweet and pliant fer us.”
Rin raised his fingers up to your hole and gently circled it as he made out with your sensitive nub, the mess of your juices ending up on his slightly reddened cheeks. All you could do was whimper as he took care of you. A finger slid inside of you, causing you to seize up a little. Rin’s hand came up to your inner thigh and his delicate fingers drew circles at a teasingly slow pace.
“Relax, Babyboy, relax for Sir, yeah? Just want to make you feel good.” His lips curled up into a smile as his finger slowly pumped in and out of you, sliding through the slick that you had produced. His lips returned to your clit, sucking on it as if it were some delicacy.
Soft cries echoed around the room; your face was hot to Osamu’s chest. Rin slid a second finger inside you and began to scissor them out, watching in fascination as your eyes widened and your mouth fell open. The knot inside your stomach was tightening: from how you were so lewdly spread out, to your boyfriend’s skilled fingers, you were so damn close. A particularly harsh suck had your head reeling.
“Sir, Sir, ‘m so close, Sir!” Rin’s tongue poked out as he began to rapidly flick it over your clit.
“Go on then, baby, finish on my face.” His eyes never left yours, the seductive glint simultaneously egging you on and making you shy away.
“Come on, be a good boy and finish on Sir’s face.” With Osamu’s soft purr, you came with a yell, knuckles turning white as they fisted Osamu’s shirt. Rintarō’s fingers made a soft pop as he pulled them out, licking your soaked cunt clean. He pulled you up by the back of your neck for a messy kiss; your taste hung heavy on his tongue but all you could think about was getting him stripped naked. Shaky hands worked to slide his shirt down his shoulders and to pull off his sweatpants, leaving him in his underwear. Behind the two of you, Osamu cleared his throat.
“Rin, didn’t ya say that you’d bought a new toy for our baby here?” Just like clockwork, a smile spread across his face.
“Why, yes. Do you think he’s ready for it?” Rin paced over to Osamu and unbuttoned his shirt with a teasing glint in his eye. The brunette placed a teasing hickey on the top of Osamu’s pectoral.
“Oh, absolutely. I think he’ll love it.”
Your glassy eyes turned up to Osamu as Rin began to scour the various bags that sat in the back of your wardrobe. Osamu pulled you up a little way so your head sat on the pillows; he pressed a kiss to your temple as he shed his clothes.
“How are ya feeling, angel?” His fingers circled the outline of your lips with a certain delicacy; they served as the only distraction from the erection that pressed up against your thigh and from Rin’s rummaging in the closet. You opened your mouth and licked up his fingers with a certain innocence.
“So floaty Daddy… want more.” You mumbled out as you wrapped your lips around his thick digits. A soft groan fell from his mouth.
“Don’t worry, baby boy. Sir and I will give ya everything ya want.”
Rintarō came back to the bed holding a dildo – roughly 7” – with a wide smirk on his face. You barely registered what was happening until your legs were spread wide apart and the thick intrusion pressed up against your sensitive hole.
“Just relax, honey. Let me make you feel good.” With the way he stared down at your pussy, you were certain he was talking to it rather than you. Your lips’ purchase on Osamu’s fingers weakened as the dildo was pushed further inside you, your whines coating everything in a thick, gloopy layer of saliva.
The way your walls expanded around the toy had Rintarō cursing under his breath, his movements retaining that painfully slow pace just to hear what you sounded like once it finally bottomed out inside of you. Your eyes rolled back as you whined at the feeling, your lips releasing Osamu’s fingers with messy strings of saliva.
Rintarō thrusted the toy in like he was experimenting with your body, chuckling every time you let out one of your more pathetic moans. Each angle hit a new spot inside you until your tongue stuck out of your mouth as you panted away like a puppy in heat.
“Oh, Samu, look at what I’ve done to him.” You cried out as he hit the spot that made you see stars.
“Is Sir makin’ ya feel /that/ good?” As if on cue, Rin harshly thrust in the toy again, tongue poking out of his smirking lips. You cried out in pleasure.
“Daddy! S’much, s’much! Ah! Sir, ha, Daddy!” You were practically screaming into the air whilst your two boyfriends showed you no mercy, only cooing in condescension at your desperation.
“Awe, does our baby want Daddy to give him somethin’ to suck on?” Osamu re-positioned himself, his nipple level with your waiting mouth. Far too gone to deny humiliation, you latched onto it and immediately began sucking on it.
Osamu’s groan reverberated throughout the room, effecting even Rintarō who moaned lowly as his thrusts gained a new vigour, constantly hitting that bundle of nerves inside you. Your muffled moans still filled the room, fuelled by Rintarō’s trained gaze.
“Look at our little baby, is Daddy coddling you just the way you need?” He was mocking you with the most loving gaze in his eye, thrusts unrelenting as he studied the sharp movements of your diaphragm.
Without warning, he found a deeper spot within you; your thighs closed together almost immediately.
“I think he wants to cum, Samu. Should we let him?”
“I don’t know, Rin. I think he should beg for it.” You released your lips from his nipple with a pop, licking over it desperately; Osamu grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head away. “Go on, beg Sir to let ya cum.”
“Sir, Sir, please!”
“Please what?” Rintarō smacked your inner thigh. “Be more specific, angel. What do you want from Sir?”
“Please let me cum, Sir! I’ve been such a good boy! Please, please, fuck, Si-ir you feel so good!” Your wailing cries rang out in your bedroom; Rintarō looked up Osamu for his approval.
“You think he deserves it?” Tears stung your eyes as your two boyfriends continued to toy with your orgasm which was becoming painful to hold off. Osamu pretended to be deep in thought, licking over his bottom lip slowly.
“Well, he has been good for us, that’s for sure,” he grabbed onto the wrist that controlled the dildo pumping in and out of you, “I think he deserves it.”
With a devilish smirk, Rintarō pushed the object in one last time, studying your slack-jawed orgasm that came with a near silent scream and cream that coated the dildo in rings. Each thrust sent a new wave of blinding pleasure through you; your thighs tensed and relaxed like a pulse. A gentle hand stroked back your hair and soothed you with gentle shushes and praise as your breathing got heavier and clumsier. By the time you came to, Rintarō was sucking the dildo clean, making unmistakable eye contact with Osamu as he deepthroated it.
The toy was quickly discarded as the men changed their positions: Osamu settled between your legs, shucking off his work trousers and underwear, and Rintarō at your head, his pussy finally exposed as he ripped off his own underwear. Osamu’s head was tipped back, eyes half-lidded as he stroked himself to full hardness once again; a bead of precum formed at the reddened tip as his eyes rolled back.
“Daddy, please touch me?” Your voice was barely audible, hoarse from what it had just been put through but still he heard it. A smile formed again on his face as his eyes softened once again; he took your two hands into his, massaging circles into the backs of them. He leaned down and kissed the tracks of your tears from before.
“Alright, alright. I’ll get there soon, don’t worry. You’re doing so well fer Sir an’ I. I’ll give ya ma cock, don’t worry your pretty head, angel.” You rested your forehead against his as Rintarō pulled the both of you up into his arms.
“Love you both so much.” He mumbled into both Osamu and your ears. The silence that settled between the three of you was comforting, even with Osamu’s raging boner pressing up against you both. Even with the sweetness you couldn’t help but find yourself grinding up against Osamu. Soft laughter settled between the two men as they pulled away from your boiling hot body.
“Such a needy little thing, aren’t ya? So needy for Daddy’s cock.” He tapped it against your thigh, watching as you writhed around on the bed below him.
“And I know how empty your mouth feels when Daddy’s inside you. Do you want to suck me off? Keep your mouth full with Sir?” A hot shiver ran through your body as your tongue rolled out of your open and waiting mouth obediently. Rintarō shuffled around until his pussy was positioned over your face. “Sir’s going to sit on your face once Daddy’s inside, okay, baby?”
“Yes Sir. Want to feel you on my face.” Your obedient answer was rewarded by the feeling of Osamu’s cockhead tapping against your clit.
“Good boy, such a sweet boy for us.”
His tip glided along your folds gently, smiling in satisfaction as you whined out for him. Osamu’s eyes were so soft as he caressed your thigh, bringing it over his shoulder. It felt like all too much but not enough when he finally pushed in.
Your walls contorted to his size effortlessly and your high-pitched moan was silenced by Rintarō taking his seat on your face. Your lips enclosed around his bottom growth, suckling desperately on it just to hear his low groans. His eyes rolled back at your ministrations, his thighs cushioning your head. Osamu took it as a sign to start moving, rolling his hips into yours with care and intent. Your lewd whines travelled up Rintarō’s spine, adding to the pleasure of your desperate tongue flicking itself over his sensitive nub.
Soft sighs and lewd wet noises were all that any of you could hear: all of you were so lost in one another. Osamu’s hands travelled up your sensitive sides, making you jerk in surprise and pleasure. You sucked on Rintarō’s cock desperately as Osamu quickened his pace, a smile on his face at the sight of your sensitive and sweaty skin at the actions of him and his boyfriend.
“There we go, there’s a good boy.” He pressed a kiss to your stomach. “Taking Daddy so well and making Sir feel so good.” Osamu’s thrusts got harder and your body moved up and down the bed as if in time with him; your groans were only partially muffled by Rintarō’s wet cunt.
“Fuck, baby. Your tongue feels so good.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and tugged it roughly as he ground on your face through restrained growls. “There we go, good boy, your face is such a good toy for me to use, isn’t it?” His strained laughter had both you and Osamu moaning at his state. “Fuck, just like that. Such a pretty face.” His voice caught in his throat, the catch turning into a loud moan as his entire head tipped back in ecstasy. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.”
His heavy pants set something alight in both you and Osamu. Your tongue desperately tried to lick up and down his slit as much as you could with his weight pressing down on you.
“Ya gonna clear Sir up once he’s finished, aren’t ya?” Osamu’s voice was now gruff too, much like he was trying to hold himself back. He roughly grabbed hold of your other leg and wrapped it around his waist. “Maybe Daddy’ll stuff ya full if ya clean Sir up well enough.”
Your pussy fluttered at his proposition and an involuntary moan erupted from your mouth with a new desperation in mind. That’s all it took for Rintarō to finish on your face. His eyes rolled back into his head as his broken moan fell from his reddened lips; his grip in your hair became vice-like as he rode out his orgasm that thoroughly soaked your face.
“Yes, hah, fuck, that was, fuck, so good! Such-such a good boy.” His speech was slurred as you cleaned him up with your tongue. “You make me feel so good, honey.” He dismounted your face, deeply and messily kissing you to get a taste of himself on your tongue. He pulled away with a dopey smile on his face which you could just barely match as Osamu fucked you slow and stupid.
“Did he clean ya up properly?” Rintarō lazily nodded his head, beginning to kitten lick at your cheek.
“I think he deserves to be bred, don’t you?” You stared up at Osamu as his hips slowed to a stop; his gaze flitted from Rintarō to your desperate doe eyes. After a few moments of silence, Osamu set a brutal pace of harsh and deep thrusts, forcing moans out of your hoarse throat. He unwrapped your leg from his waist and pushed both of them up to your chest, exposing your desperately wet cunt to him.
Your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself get impossibly close to which Osamu uses his spare hand to roll over your clit, watching as tears bubble up in your lash line again.
“Daddy! You feel so good, I’m so close!” Your wails bounced off of each object and surface in the room as Osamu growled and went even deeper inside you.
“Come on, cum for Daddy and Sir. Good fuckin’ boy.” Upon his command the band inside snapped; your climax was intense enough to have you shooting up, singing his praises as he rode out your euphoric high. He took his hand off of your sensitive nub in favour of holding you up.
His sweaty and furrowed brow told you that he was close too; his cock twitched inside you as if to confirm it.
“Cum inside me.” You softly demanded, lifting your hand up to bring his face closer.
“Fuck, anything for ma baby.” His groans took full shape as his hips pressed further into you, losing all previous rhythm. “I’m gonna fill you up so good, baby. Get ya all knocked up. Sir an’ I’ll take care o’ ya.” One of his harsher thrusts sent his head spinning out of control, finishing inside you with little warning. “O-oh, ba-baby.” His eyes fluttered shut as his cum was pumped inside you; warming you instantly and painting your insides white.
You both fell onto the bed, Osamu still on top of and inside you as you caught your breath. Rintarō gave both of you a gentle kiss on your heads.
“I’m just going to grab the towels, okay? I’ll be right back.” Osamu could barely nod his head in response, choosing to rest his forehead on yours.
The silence in the room was comfortable; your issues seemed to melt away with the presence of your two lovers. After a few moments, Osamu finally pulled out and rolled over next to you just so Rintarō could clean you both up with the damp flannel and towels.
“How are ya feelin’, pretty boy?” Osamu’s voice was hoarse but never lacking in his usually sweet and understanding tone.
“Better. Much better.” Your response was weak and a glass of water was thrust in your general direction by Rintarō.
“Drink up, darling. Your poor voice must be shot.” He climbed in bed next to you, wrapping his arms around your plush frame and pressing another kiss to your temple.
Your visit to Mother Dearest was a distant memory, one that did not exist in your post-orgasm haze, as your two boyfriends held you close. They’d always protect you. They always have and they always will.