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[dumdogs]

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[ooppo]

"He has a 12 inch cock" well my pussy ain't a fucking magicians hat bitch where is all that supposed to go

[ooppo]

[mamashima]

AM I THE ASSHOLE?

❤︎ SYNOPSIS: eijirō feels like he’s going insane. he wants to fuck his best friends girlfriend, but, like, also his best friend? is he the asshole?

❤︎ CONTENT: f!reader, alternate universe - modern!au, slight perv!kiri, domestic fluff, eiji feeding kat grapes on the beach (no i wont elaborate), semi-unsanctioned voyeurism, blowjobs, penetrative sex, riding…18+, minors and ageless blogs DNI.

❤︎ XOXO, PUMA: i need perv!kiri like i need air. eijirō cry count: 7

❤︎ NOW PLAYING: this is why, paramore.

read on ao3 | 5k words | masterlist.

r/AmItheAsshole

u/redredriot

AITA FOR HAVING WANTING TO FUCK MY BEST FRIENDS’ GIRLFRIEND?

okokok. hear me out.

i [26M] have a best friend and roommate [also 26M]. i’ve known the guy since high school and we’re pretty close (obviously, best friends) but hes like, my best-best friend, yk? the bestest. i love the guy (platonically) and idk what id do without him, so i really dont want to fuck that up.

now. my best friend has a girlfriend. shes super sweet and nice and makes him so happy. like soooo happy. like i didnt realize my bro could be so happy. but thats besides the problem. the problem is that she moved in. and shes a good roommate, im not complaining about any of that, but also like…shes hot…?

which is fine. its sooo fine and cool and i would never do anything that got in the way of my bros relationship. i love him!! (platonically) but the problem is that she lives here. she eats in our kitchen and takes naps on the couch and walks around with no bra and tiny shorts and i’m LOSING MY MIND

i feel bad. i definitely FEEL like an asshole bc its like im j some misogynistic asshole that cant stop viewing women as sex symbols, but i swear its not my fault. i literally found one of her panties in my laundry load im going to cry.

but yeah. AITA??? i feel like the asshole depending on the day. is there a help line for this???

suckmyclituchiha

dude, no. NTA as long as you keep it in your pants.

notthatkentakakura

Mmm a little? I feel like you shouldn’t have a crush on your best friends girlfriend…

gogogokudolls

NTA. I fear we’ve all been there, my guy

6ixeyes

How gay are you for your bro????

Eijirō’s moving out. That’s the only logical course of events.

“Katsuki—! Oh my God—”

Eijirō groans, sinking a head into his hands. He threads fingers through his bright red hair and tugs. He’s going insane—he’s going to be in a straight jacket in two years if he doesn’t leave right now, this isn’t even fair, this is—

“Oh fuck, right there, right there, right there—”

What is the fucking point of walls. What is the fucking point, when it sounds like you’re right here.

Maybe, you guys don’t realize he’s home. Which is fair—by the time he got back, you two were already hidden away in Katsuki’s room. He should send a text, or knock on the door to be like hey, shut up please, or at least, put headphones in. But, no—instead, he chooses to torture himself, listening to you whine on his best friend’s cock.

“Yeah, Baby? You like that?”

The headboard slams hard enough to rattle the wall, and Eijirō debates on crying. He wants to see. He wants to see so bad that it hurts.

He suffers that night, just like he does all the others. Reddit doesn’t help, and neither does the throbbing between his thighs.

Eijirō likes to make breakfast. It’s the only meal he can make, really, other than chicken and rice. And broccoli—he can make broccoli. But, since you moved in, he likes making breakfast for a different reason.

“G’mornin’, Eiji.”

You come in yawning, bleary eyed and bra-less, just the way he likes. He doesn’t let his eyes drift the expanse of your thighs for too long—just enough to remember until tomorrow morning. Until he sees you in those shorts, again.

“Hey! How’d you sleep?”

Because, he slept horribly. He fell asleep halfway through the sex marathon, and doesn’t know if he had a wet dream, or heard you past the fuzz of slumber. Either way, he fell asleep at two and woke up at six, wholly unrested.

“Mm…good…” You stumble over to the fancy coffee machine he bought for Katsuki’s birthday last year. You maneuver around the kitchen with half a mind, and Eijirō tries to avoid burning breakfast. God forbid Katsuki wakes up to the smoke alarm in a panic, worried the world is on fire. You open the fridge to get water, nearly hitting yourself upside the head with the door, and Eijirō snorts, catching your forehead from his spot by the island.

You sniff, blearily blinking up with a nod as a thank you. “What’cha making?”

“Pancakes,” he grins, gesturing to the freshly poured griddle. “Try not to concuss yourself before then?”

“No promises,” you mumble past a sleepy smile, and its cute enough to make his heart hurt. He returns it, hoping it comes across less endearing than he feels. You shuffle closer to watch pancake batter bubble under the heat. “Ugh, pancakes are gonna hit. Thank you.”

You let out a moan, one that sounds a little too similar to what he heard through the walls last night. He focuses on flipping the pancakes with an unsteady hand, refusing to feel the edges of your molecules when you get too close.

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” he preaches with a laugh, and you nod vehemently in agreement. The coffee machine starts to whirr.

“Yeah, ‘n if not for you, I’d be having straight coffee for breakfast.”

“That’s…horrible,” he realizes aloud, and you snort in response, collapsing your face into his arm. His arm, which is, now, nearly pinned between your breasts—and Eijirō wants to cry for the twentieth time this week. “You should definitely not do that.”

“But, I don’t even like breakfast,” you whine, jutting out a bottom lip. Eijirō takes a very deep breath, before flipping the last pancake. He fucks it up, and the battered side folds in half.

Then, he remembers what you just said, and frowns. “You eat it, though—I’ve seen you.”

“I eat your breakfast,” you argue sleepily, and the coffee machine beeps for attention. You leave to grab the full cup, leaving his right side much colder than you found it. “You cook good breakfast.”

Eijirō isn’t fully sure what you mean by that, but beams nonetheless. “Thank y—”

Katsuki stretches in the kitchen doorway. Languid like a cat, with arms above his head, and groaning loud enough to startle. He’s shirtless, and Eijirō does not see the purpling hickey on his neck. Does not.

Katsuki waltzes over to you and drapes himself across your shoulders, eyes swollen and voice rugged from sleep. He steals a kiss from your cheek before asking, “Coffee.”

You hum, lifting the mug closer to his collapsed self. “Want some?”

Katsuki scrunches a nose and shakes his head, only for his face to end up in your neck. “Not from you.”

That earns him a gasp and a flick in the forehead, both of which Katsuki takes in stride. He snickers into your skin, biting behind your ear until you yelp, with a hand tight around your hip to ensure you don’t squirm to far.

And, it’s sickening.

It’s sickening, because these are the moments when Eijirō doesn’t quite know who he wishes to be—you, or his best friend. Katsuki mutes a smile in your skin, and Eijirō wants to feel it, but he also wants his hand on your hip, and he wants, he wants—

“Oi, Shitty Hair—the pancakes are on fire.”

Eijirō looks down at charred circles he once called pancakes. He wants to cry.

With a snort, Katsuki moves past you to grab a plate. Then, he’s nudging Eijirō in the shoulder, and the redhead starts plating the useless ones with a pout.

“I can’t believe I messed up the first batch,” he whines, because now they’ll have half the amount they normally would for leftovers. And, he was sort of hoping to not cook breakfast tomorrow. (Though, he’s not as sad about it as he’d like to be—which makes him even more annoyed with himself, in turn.)

Katsuki just rolls his eyes, setting the burnt plate aside, probably to let it cool before throwing it away. “What the fuck was so fascinating outside?”

Eijirō’s eyes flicker to the window he was allegedly looking out of—he doesn’t really remember, to be honest—and irritation floods his being tenfold as he huffs, “Dude, literally nothing. Literally zoned out.”

Which is a half-lie—he did zone out—and luckily, Katsuki’s back is turned to grab the bowl of batter, so he doesn’t have to look him in the eyes. Eijirō can lie, as long as he isn’t looking Katsuki in the eyes.

But, Katsuki turns around with a knowing smirk, like he does know it’s a lie. That makes Eijirō doubt his lying capabilities.

“Uh-huh,” he hums, and starts pouring pancakes in perfect circles while barely looking. Which, Eijirō thinks is wholly unfair—he has to really lock in, and even then, they come out vaguely dinosaur shaped. Don’t ask him why. He doesn’t know.

“Ooh! I want a heart pancake!”

Katsuki eyes finally leave Eijirō—thank God, he can breathe now—to narrow at you. “…Baby. I just poured the last one.”

But, Katsuki knows you’re not going to let up, as does Eijirō. You have that look in your eyes when you want something, and want it now.

Before you can even open your mouth, Katsuki’s warning, “Wait for the next batch.”

You whine and melt, propping your chin onto the island counter with the biggest pout known to man. The most effective pout, because Eijirō would fold for it time and time again, if he had the chance.

“But, I want it now,” you whimper, and while Katsuki sighs out of his nose, Eijirō has an idea.

He walks over to a small cupboard, the one with the straws and syrup cups, and dips a hand between both for a container of toothpicks. Thanks to Katsuki, they always have some on deck—because, every time they go out to eat, Katsuki is convinced he has something in his teeth, and simultaneously convinced that everyone is lying to him, including his phone camera. So, Eijirō sacrifices one of Katsuki’s holy toothpicks to bend a bubbling pancake into a heart. It only kind of works.

“Fuckin—no, Shitty Hair, y’gotta start from the middle an’ go down—”

“No! Start with the edges first! If he takes too long, my heart is gonna have a round bottom!”

“…Y’know who else has a round bottom—”

“Finish that statement and you’re fired, Katsuki. This is serious business.”

Eijirō Kirishima cannot function under this conditions.

“Guys,” he chokes, looking down at what is now a squiggly mess of pancake. It looks nothing like a heart, but definitely an accurate depiction of how Eijirō’s heart feels—squishy and out of shape and useless. Like an amoeba. Or a blobfish.

Yeah. His heart feels like a blobfish.

“I give up.”

He releases the cake-covered toothpick, and it sticks to the counter in a quietly depressing splat. Katsuki huffs, shoving him out of the way to snatch the toothpick and try himself. And, try he does.

But, the issue is that the pancakes are cooking quick—the others have already been flipped and now, they’re almost ready. Meanwhile, the flailing heart shaped pancake is burnt around the edges and gooey in the middle, but they’re still committed.

Eventually, the three of you look at the burnt ball of dough with a sigh.

“We tried. On that front, we get an A, right?”

“If you look at it from the side and squint your eyes…it, like…kind of looks like an actual heart, so I say yeah.”

“…It looks like shit.”

You all prepare to eat the successful pancakes in a dejected silence. You end up cutting a heart out of your pancake instead. Eijirō eats the corners.

6ixeyes

How gay are you for your bro????

redredriot

um. probably gayer than i should b.

6ixeyes

Wait, srsly

Beach is bad. Beach is horrible—Eijirō will never beach again.

‘Guys, I wanna go to the beach,’ you said. ‘It’s so hot today, it’ll be fun,’ you said. ‘Eijirō’s going to be so miserable, and have to fight a hard-on the entire time,’ you didn’t say. He should’ve seen it coming.

Because, if he can barely handle you in pajamas, how the hell is he supposed to be chill while you practically prance around the sand in a bra and panties. He’s going to cry.

And, Katsuki—Katsuki isn’t helping one bit.

“God, fuckin’ look at her,” he groans, adjusting the sunglasses on his nose. You’re in the water alone, because Katsuki refuses to (’I’m not gettin’ fuckin’ wet just to have fuck-ass sand stick to me—no.’) and honestly, Eijirō would join you if he wasn’t suffering. “Ain’t she a pretty li’l thing.”

And like, what is Eijirō supposed to say to that? What is the socially correct thing to say when your bro is frothing over his girl. Do you agree, and possibly look like you want to fuck her, or do you not agree, and by proxy, call his girlfriend ugly?

Eijirō decides not responding is the safest option. He focuses on the self-help book in his lap, but he’s can’t read right now. The words rearrange into something accusatory, and it’s undeniable:

YOU ARE THE ASSHOLE.

Fuck.

“Don’t know how I bagged that,” Katsuki mutters to himself, before reclining underneath the umbrella. Because he burns too easy, and the sun makes him sleepy, and—why does Eijirō know this? He doesn’t need to know this.

“Awh, c’mon dude,” he shoves Katsuki in the shoulder from his seated spot in the sun. His words come out stilted and awkward, because how do you let your bro know he’s a catch without letting him know you’d probably be down to suck his dick. “You’re, like…hot. You guys are the same level of hotness.”

Katsuki snorts, and rolls his head until it’s facing Eijirō. He cracks an eye open. “D’you think I’m hot?”

Eijirō chokes on air. What kind of question is that.

“I mean,” he blows a raspberry and shrugs, and suddenly, can’t look at his roommate. He watches the horizon until you shift into frame, and then, he switches to the sky. “Yeah, of course, Dude. You’re, like, an objectively hot guy.”

“Objectively,” Katsuki repeats, and Eijirō’s eyes dart to the side just in time to see that quiet smirk from earlier return, from breakfast when Eijirō lied before, and he’s starting to worry Katsuki might be onto him. Which is not good. Not good at all.

“Yep, mhm.” His eyes squint into the sun, in hopes it’ll burn his retinas and give him some form of brain-fried amnesia. That would be great. When it doesn’t work, Eijirō finds himself rummaging through the snack bag instead, hoping that stuffing his mouth shut might keep him from saying anything stupid.

“Oi,” Katsuki perks up. “I want fuckin’ grapes.”

Eijirō laughs, nearly collapsing his face into the snack bag when the arm he rests weight on starts to wobble. “Lucky for you, we brought ‘fuckin’ grapes.’”

“I know, that’s why I said it, Dumbass,” Katsuki faux-bristles. “Feed ‘em to me.”

Eijirō swallows.

“Uh, no Dude, feed them to yourself,” he snorts (and very proud of how he played it off, thank you) and grabs a protein bar out of the bag, along with a Ziploc bag of grapes with a melting ice pack in it. He drops them at Katsuki’s side, but Katsuki knocks them over like a petulant cat.

“My hands are sandy,” he says like it’s obvious, and lifts them up. Respectfully, they are not sandy—but ‘sandy’ to Katsuki means that his hands can feel the ‘sand dust,’ or whatever he said, and Katsuki is stubborn. Eijirō knows he won’t have his grapes untainted.

“Then get Y/N to do it,” he grunts, teeth preoccupied with tearing the label away from his protein bar. “She’ll be out soon, I think.”

“No,” Katsuki groans, loud and useless, and grabs the bag of grapes at his side to chuck them at Eijirō’s head. And, chuck them he does—it gets Eijirō in the side of his face, and the flaxen blond snorts at the sound. “Her hands‘re gonna be all sandy and salty. You do it.”

Eijirō scratches his scalp and sighs.

Eijirō Kirishima, at twenty-six years old, is being forced to feed his Bro grapes on the beach like Katsuki is Cleopatra, while you frolic in the water, half-naked and mouth-watering. What series of events led him here, exactly?

“Then just, like…eat it out the bag, or something.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrow beneath his aviators. “If you don’t, I’m telling Y/N that you think she’s hot.”

Eijirō stiffens.

“Fine. Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine—fine,” Eijirō huffs, and feels his face go hot as he scoots closer. Katsuki gives him a self-satisfied smirk, like he enjoys watching his best friend fumble like an oaf. Over him—over you.

This is so not fair.

Katsuki crosses arms behind his head while Eijirō pops the Ziploc open. Eijirō’s not exactly sure how to go about this, but once he picks a firm grape with no strange squishy spots (Katsuki will have a fit), Katsuki’s lips part, and Eijirō just…drops the grape right in there. Katsuki’s jaw pops as he chews with a nod, like the redhead did good in finding a grape he deems decent enough. It makes him feel all warm and gooey, like a chocolate cookie fresh out the oven, and because Eijirō can blame that feeling on the sun, he lets himself bask in it a bit.

It gets quiet, save for the crashing of waves, music from teenagers seated not too far from them, and the occasional pop of a grape. It’s kind of nice—he finds a rhythm, and space in between Katsuki’s chomps and grabbing grapes to nibble on his protein bar, which is gone quick. He must be hungrier than he thought…We should get actual food soon.

Eijirō zones out, thinking about possible food options and how, honestly, he could go for any of them. Then, he feels something round in his hands, and turns to Katsuki, who’s staring at him with a scrutiny that makes Eijirō think he’s got something on his face. He purses his lips, trying to figure out what Katsuki wants for based off expressions—and finds nothing. He finds nothing that he wants to see, and everything he doesn’t—from the sweat forming in Katsuki’s cupids bow, to freckle in his hairline that darkens with the sun, to the curve of his brows and color in his cheeks.

“…What?”

Katsuki blinks himself out of whatever that was, and the lax expression on his face turns into a scowl as he points.

“Grape.”

redredriot

why does that even matter tho

6ixeyes

Ngl, bc I’m going thru somn similar and tryna figure it out LMAO

redredriot

oh damn my condolences bro

For the third time today, Eijirō would like to know how the fuck he got into this predicament.

You come out the water like a…a fucking beach goddess, water clinging to your form like a sheer dress with sand as an jewelry. The sun seems to agree, as it douses you in something ethereal, something just for you.

Eijirō wants to tear his hair out. He’s already suffering because of one set of sweaty tits, he doesn’t need another—

“What are you guys doing?” You snort after getting enough to see Eijirō hover another grape over your boyfriend’s mouth. The redhead pouts.

“I’m being forced into servitude!”

“I see that,” you laugh, and instead of sitting next to Katsuki, you sit next to Eijirō. He tells himself it’s because you need to dry off, and he’s sat in the sun—not that Katsuki minds, seemingly content on consuming grapes from Eijirō’s hand for the foreseeable future. You squish your wet side into Eijirō’s to get a look in the snack bag, and he shivers for all the wrong reasons.

“Ah! You’re cold!”

Plays it off well, though.

“Sorry,” you giggle, but don’t move until you pull out a fruit roll-up, snatching a grape on the way back. “Damn Kat, you ate all the grapes—fat ass bitch.”

Eijirō didn’t even notice, and looks into his lap—where you just had your hand, mind you—to a severely empty bag, now mainly left with undesirables.

“Oh, right, it’s fat ass bitch now, but later it’s ‘oh my god, Kat, your muscles—oh my god, Kat, you’re so big—oh my god—”

Eijirō is going to die.

Katsuki mocks your voice with an unsteady and nasally falsetto, causing you to reach behind Eijirō, balancing a hand on his shoulder while you try to wack your boyfriend in the head. You miss due to range, and because Katsuki sways his head right with a cackle.

“That is not how I sound,” you hiss, resigning yourself to the other side of Eijirō, even though you could easily walk over to give Katsuki a piece of your mind. He shrugs, eyes flitting to Eijirō, and, uh oh, why is he—

“Oh, that’s totally how you sound,” but he’s looking at Eijirō, like he could confirm, and he doesn’t think the blond talking about how you sound outside the bedroom. Fuck. “Right?”

He’s not asking you—he’s asking Eijirō.

And Eijirō, poor Eijirō, quickly looks out to sea like it’ll put a partition between him and this conversation. Maybe, he should try to burn his retinas again. Maybe, he didn’t try hard enough.

He plays dumb.

“Don’t include me in your couple’s quarrel, Dude!” He says, but its more to the sky. “I’m not even here. I’m a ghost. I’m invisible.”

“Well. In that case,” Katsuki grunts. You squeal as your arm gets yanked in Eijirō’s peripheral, falling behind him and into the sand with a thump. “C’mere.”

“Kat—mmph!”

Who knew kissing could be so loud?

If Eijirō lets out a tear, it’s because his fucking dick hurts.

AITA FOR HAVING WANTING TO FUCK MY BEST FRIENDS’ GIRLFRIEND?

u/redredriot

edit: kay my bro is kinda hot but that just makes things SO MUCH WORSE WHAT DO I DO???????

bigdaddytamaki

petition to be a third!

sasakilovesmiyano

Plot-MF-Twist, I’m so invested.

kusuo_saiki

Get a therapist.

redredriot

THATS WHAT YALL ARE FOR

komicommunicatesverywell

Or get a girlfriend!

That night, Eijirō commits a sin.

It’s not his fault—he’s pent up, because you guys are pent up. He had to drive that fucking car, dammit, and had to ignore the fact that he enjoyed watching you and Katsuki makeout in the rearview mirror more than he should.

And, it’s not his fault again, because you and Katsuki decide to fuck in the living room—the living room that his door faces. It’s like you’re trying to kill him, at this point.

So. Maybe, he leaves his door cracked. It’s not like it matters—moonlight spills through the window above his bed, and barely illuminates te edges. While you engage in foreplay, Eijirō gets ready for bed (skips brushing his teeth, because he’s impatient, and so, so horny) and by the time he’s sliding under the covers, you’re sat comfortably between Katsuki’s legs with a full mouth.

“Fuck yeah, Baby—just like that.”

Tucked under his duvet, Eijirō shucks his boxers down to his hips and grabs himself. His eyes flutter at the feeling, underwear and cock soaked enough that anyone lacking context would assume he already came. Meaning, the slide is easy, and he peeks through the doorway and into the lovingly lit living room.

Eijirō shouldn’t be doing this. He also shouldn’t be obsessed with the way his best friend’s cock fits in your mouth. Not all the way, but enough to make you tear and choke and gag. All Eijirō can really see is the back of your head and Katsuki’s blissed out face, both of which he thinks is wildly unfair.

Katsuki shivers, and it’s a full body affair. Eijirō’s hand wraps tight around the base of his dick because, jeez. Give a guy a warning before you do something really hot next time?

Katsuki lets out something akin to a whimper, which was not a sound he thought his bro could make. But now, he wants to hear it again and again, and possibly occasionally be the reason, every once in a while.

You’re not any better—you’re humming around his cock like you’re the one getting a blowjob, and it’s messy, Eijirō can fucking hear it, and it’s driving him insane. Katsuki grabs ahold of your hair and tugs, causing you to mewl, fall further down his cock, then choke. Katsuki groans and Eijirō stifles his own, praying to every God out there that he remains sane after tonight.

It’s a losing battle.

“Yeah? Y’like imagining that this is his cock, huh?” Katsuki takes control, moving your head at his will, and Eijirō’s arm flexes to match the pace. You whine, and Katsuki chuckles. “Dirty fuckin’ girl.”

You huff, irritated, and pinching Katsuki in his inner thigh, which earns you a jolt and a groan. Wow, Eijirō’s learning so many new things today. Like how you get cock drunk easy, and that Katsuki’s a pain slut. And Eijirō, who will never have any use for this information, stores it anyways.

Katsuki tips his head back and moans at something, and for a moment, Eijirō worries he’s been seen. Only for a moment—the ice in his blood is gone as quick as it came as Katsuki’s eyes flit back to you, and melts straight into his dick. No, despite what his dick says, he does not want to be caught—because that would be very, very bad.

As time goes on, he seems to care less about getting caught, too preoccupied with getting his fix. Which, makes him sound like an addict, but it’s not his fault, you guys are fucking right outside his door.

Eijirō nearly cums when Katsuki pulls you off his dick. Debates on it, for a good while.

Your mouth is swollen, with teary eyes to match the gloss of spit and pre-cum on your lips. Eijirō knows, because Katsuki pulls you up and sits you right on his dick, with your back pressed flush to his chest. And, like, Eijirō’s imagined this moment—the moment where he finally sees you naked—but figured it’d be some panicked walk in, a time when he wouldn’t be able to take in all of you and regret it, and most definitely not this.

Your bathing suit is still on, but barely. It’s misshapen and askew and doesn’t cover what it’s supposed to, covers the exact opposite of what it’s supposed to, actually. Eijirō bites back a groan.

“F-Fuck, Kat—’s too big,” you huff, wiping at the corners of your lips like you might be drooling. Are you drooling? Or is it leftover from the fucking amazing head he just watched you give his best friend?

Katsuki coos, clutching you tight to his body like you might scramble. His other hand holds your thigh open, enough that Eijirō can see your entrance stretch around Katsuki’s cock, and he wants to scream.

“You can take it,” he insists, low and heavy, but still loud enough for Eijirō to hear. You whimper and collapse into his chest, and the hand that holds you upright drifts, tweaking and pinching where it deems fit. “Y’wanna put on a show, don’t you?”

That’s the first time Eijirō catches it. A show for who?

You nod, but push at the couch cushions like you regret letting Katsuki in to begin with. Is this how you look every night? If so, Eijirō’s going to need you two to start fucking on the couch more often, ASAP.

“K-Kat, I can’t—”

Katsuki’s free hand finds your clit then, and whatever you were going to say is left to the wind, molded into something choked and garbled and completely unintelligible.

“What’s got you all worked up?” He snorts, like he’s any better, like he isn’t flushed to his chest and fluttering his eyes every time you shift just right. Eijirō squeezes the base of his dick.

You clumsily shove your boyfriend in the side of the head, who’s thrusts never falter. “Fuck you, you know why—Oh my god, Kat, slow the fuck down—”

“No,” he huffs with petulance, before, if anything, speeding up. “You’re greedy—you can take it.”

“It’s—” your leg kicks, seemingly involuntary, and Katsuki laughs at it. “That’s different.”

God, you whine is the same during sex and in the kitchen. How the fuck is he supposed to hear that the same again.

“How,” Katsuki chuckles, and pinches your clit. You squirm and tuck your head in his neck. “How the fuck are you supposed to take both of us when you can barely take me, huh? It’d be worse with Eijirō’s fat ass on top of you—shit—”

Now.

Eijirō has three thoughts, all of which he thinks at the exact same time:

hey! he’s not fat! he’s well-muscled with the right amount of squish!

damn kat…you think his ass is fat, though?

wait. why are we saying his name, why are we saying his name, why are saying his name—

The third thought is the loudest and lasts much longer than the rest, lasts perpetually, actually, and Eijirō almost cums at hearing Katsuki say his name. His actual name—not Shitty Hair, not Fuck-Face or Dumbass, but Eijirō—and while having sex, no less! With his girlfriend! What the fuck is this?!

You moan even louder, like you like that idea, like that’s something you could be into, and Eijirō doesn’t know what to make of that. Katsuki doesn’t seem to care, and Eijirō doesn’t know what to make of that, either. All he knows is that he’s cumming regardless, despite his best efforts, biting tight into the fat of his hand with a strained groan that he really, really hopes no one heard.

He’s so confused.

He still watches, though—watches you cum on Katsuki’s cock twice before he’s stuffing you full with a groan of his own, eyes trained on the gap between Eijirō’s door. Like he knows Eijirō is still watching, even if you two have been fucking for over an hour.

Eijirō waits until you both peel away from the couch and pad into the bathroom before moving a muscle. He finally gets up to close the door, and scrapes at the dried cum on his stomach with an old t-shirt until his skin turns red, and frowns as he watches it flake. What the fuck. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck—

He needs to update Reddit. He needs to know what to do.

AITA FOR HAVING WANTING TO FUCK MY BEST FRIENDS’ GIRLFRIEND?

u/redredriot

edit: THEY MIGHT WANNA FUCK ME TOO???????

© mamashima/pumaya. do not edit, translate or copy my work without my permission. do not use for ai. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI.

taglist; @tokkushin, @kamislop ...

[kassietalkstoomuch]

all the references in the usernames? the commentary? this was delicious.

[bimboladybug]

What its like as a teenage girl to read smut and they put mdni

[wisteria-bae]

When I’m reading a smut fic and tryna figure out what position they’re in

[sukunastoenailclippings]

[sukunastoenailclippings]

[luckieangel]

older man who says, “sure, kid, whatever you say,” with a grin plastered on his face. puts you through the mattress right after

[sukunastoenailclippings]

Cutie

[kassietalkstoomuch]

im sobbing don’t ttm right now.

[iheartsukunaq]

COMPUTA..?

sugurugeto x f!reader x satorugojo

"Computer? Make these guys super gay and horny"

It was supposed to be a normal dumpster dive. Now you’re home with a magic keyboard that can rewrite reality, a curious Suguru who wants to understand it, and a very irresponsible Satoru who keeps saying “just one more test.” At first, it’s harmless but the more it responds, the more it listens… and the harder it becomes to ignore the kind of thoughts that probably shouldn’t be tested.

tags: 18+, mdni, 3some, oral (m! & f!), train (lol choo choo), handjob, slight tears, spit, praise, anal, double penetration, unprotected p in v, slight satosugu, face riding, gagging, creampie.

wc: 5.5k

a/n: the song... cough cough hint hint. Also, do yall know smosh?

masterlist dividers: @dividers-are-us @/krisrisk @/sister-lucifer

Wednesdays were, objectively, your most questionable hobby.

Not in an illegal way. Well… kind of but in a “you are literally digging through a store’s trash like a raccoon with standards” type of way.

And honestly? You stood by it.

Because the beauty store threw away perfectly good products every single week, and you were not about to let a $23 foundation die in a dumpster just because the box was dented.

So here you were.

One foot hooked over the edge, the other awkwardly balancing as you leaned deeper into the dumpster, aggressively shifting bags around like you were on a mission.

“C’mon… don’t piss me off,” you muttered, pushing aside a ripped open box.

“I know y’all got my shade in here somewhere.”Your hand brushed against something small. You pulled it out, squinting at the small print label.

“Ooo Nyx lip liner? Don’t mind if I do.”

Straight into your roommate's old backpack. The bag felt heavy as you stuffed it more. You nodded to yourself like this was a successful haul so far.

It wasn’t because where the hell was the foundation.

You dug deeper, fully committed now, moving things around with less patience and more attitude.

“Where the fuck is it.”

Your hand froze.

“…huh?”

That… was not makeup.

You shifted a piece of cardboard out of the way and stared.

“A keyboard?”

You blinked at it like maybe if you stared at it hard enough, it would make sense as to why it was there. A broken palette or a hair tool or literally anything else would’ve made sense.

This did not.

“…why would anyone throw away a perfectly good keyboard?” you said, already reaching for it because, obviously, you’re going to take it.

Finders keepers. That’s global dumpster dive rules.

You pulled it out, brushing off dust and random debris, turning it over in your hands. It was… fine. It’s not cracked or has any missing keys. Just a few minor scratches like it had been tossed in here without much thought.

Weird, but not your problem.

You pressed a key.

Click.

Click.

“…okay,” you murmured, now fully testing it like you just found a free laptop on the street. The keys felt too smooth. You kept going anyway, tapping a few more.

Click click.

Your fingers moved without thinking.

Ctrl. A. Delete.

And then… the smell disappeared.

One second you were inhaling hot garbage air and the next your lungs were finally breathing in clean oxygen. You blinked.

“…wait.”

The heat from the pile of trash vanished like someone turned the world’s worst oven off. Suddenly your skin didn’t feel like it was being radioactively damaged.

“Hold on…”

You look down.

Oh shit.

“WAIT!”

You dropped to the ground. Concrete hit your back so fast it knocked the air out of you. An oomph leaves your body as the keyboard clattered somewhere beside you. You just laid there groaning, blinking up at the sky like your brain needed a full system reboot.

“…damn.”

You sat up and looked around you. The alley was still there. The store was still there. But the dumpster was gone? Like completely gone as if it had never existed. You slowly turned your head toward the keyboard, your stomach doing that awful little drop again.

“…what the fuck did I just do.”

You slide the keyboard into our bag and zip it closed, lingering there for a second trying to process what just happened.

I'm not high?

Your brain is still stuck replaying it over and over again. The image of the dumpster disappearing was way too clear to ignore.

Did I just find a magical keyboard?

You shake your head, letting out a small breath as you walk toward your car, still trying to process what just happened and how a random keyboard was somehow able to do… that. It doesn’t make sense.

Yet the more you replay it in your head, the clearer it becomes that you didn’t imagine it, that it actually happened. That alone is enough to send a quiet thrill through you. Because who just randomly finds a keyboard that can delete things out of existence?

Exactly.

You slide into the driver’s seat, your hands settling on the wheel as that excitement lingers. Before you can even think to question it further, you’re already starting the car and pulling out of the alley way.

Oh, the boys are going to flip their shit when they see this.

The drive home passes quicker than usual. You finally pull into your usual spot, right between Suguru and Satoru’s cars, parking a little messier than normal because you’re already reaching for your bag before the engine fully cuts off.

You hop out, shut the door, and head straight for the apartment, unlocking it quickly.

“GUYS GUYS.”

Your voice carries through the space as you step inside, already smiling, and a little breathless from the rush of it all.

You make your way into the living room where Satoru is sprawled across the couch, completely relaxed with one leg thrown over the armrest as he eats his daily kikufuku. He watches TV like nothing in the world matters, while Suguru sits on the lounge chair nearby, scrolling on his phone with a calm, unbothered expression.

“GUYS, guess what I found!”

You step directly in front of the TV without hesitation, blocking it completely as you stand there, your bag still hanging from your shoulder.

Satoru groans immediately, dragging a hand down his face in annoyance. “Oh my... moooove.”

“Another makeup product you don’t need,” Suguru says flatly, not even bothering to look up yet.

“Or clothes you think are ‘fine if you wash them,’” Satoru adds, glancing at you now with a smirk. Suguru lets out a quiet chuckle at that.

You roll your eyes, already glancing down at the table as you reach for the remote without asking.

Click.

The TV shuts off.

“Y/N!” Satoru snaps, sitting up immediately. His irritation is clear as he looks at the now black screen.

“…seriously,” Suguru mutters, finally lifting his gaze toward you.

You step back into place like nothing happened. A grin spreads across your face, your excitement obvious now that you actually have their attention.

“Now that I have your attention…”

“You better have found Cleopatra or something because what the hell,” Satoru says, clearly unimpressed as he is still slumped on the couch.

Your grin only widens, turning a little mischievous as you slowly reach into your bag and pull out the keyboard, holding it up like it’s the most impressive thing in the world.

“Taa daa.”

There’s a pause.

Suguru stares at it for a second before he bursts out laughing. The sound genuine as he leans back into his chair, shaking his head like this was the most stupidest thing ever.

“Are you serious?” he asks, still laughing under his breath.

“Y/N... just move out the way,” Satoru mutters, already reaching for the remote again.

“No you're not even going to let me show you what it can do,” you say, stepping forward and placing the keyboard down on the table. Your tone shifts just enough to show you’re actually serious now.

Suguru looks at you again. His expression shifts from amusement to curiosity as he studies your face, like he’s trying to figure out if you’re joking or not, or if you’ve actually just lost it.

Satoru, meanwhile, barely spares you another glance. He's already halfway through eating the last of his kikufuku as he reaches for the remote again, clearly ready to ignore whatever thi—

Until you press the keys. Your fingers move a little more deliberately this time, repeating exactly what you did before.

Ctrl. A. Delete.

The kikufuku disappears. No crumbs, no wrapper, nothing left behind, like it was never there in the first place.

"Hey!" Satoru whines. His voice sharp with disbelief as he stares down at his now empty hand. You freeze as your eyes widen. You look between his hand and the keyboard, your breath catching slightly.

“Oh my god…”

Suguru leans forward slowly. His attention completely locked in now and the earlier laughter gone as his gaze sharpens, watching the exact spot where the kikufuku used to be.

Satoru looks up at you again, his expression shifting from confusion and melting into shock, then into something much more interesting.

Suguru’s gaze lingers on the keyboard for a moment longer before he finally looks up at you. His expression is noticeably more serious than before.

“Where did you find that?” he asks.

You let out a breath, still riding that weird mix of adrenaline and excitement as you launch into the story. Explaining everything that happened from the dumpster, and the random keys you pressed, to the way it just… disappeared.

You gesture a lot while you talk, like maybe acting it out will somehow make it sound less insane, but judging by the way they’re both staring at you, it’s not doing you any favors.

By the time you finish, the room is quiet.

They are taking a while processing what you just said.

Suguru is staring at the keyboard again with his brows slightly drawn, while Satoru is looking at you like he’s halfway between impressed and deeply concerned.

“…what else does it do?!” Satoru suddenly blurts out. The excitement hits him all at once as he pushes himself up from the couch. Before you can even respond, he’s already gone, disappearing down the hall at full speed.

You blink.

“…oh, he’s about to make this worse,” Suguru mutters under his breath.

Satoru is back in seconds, holding up a slightly crumpled five dollar bill like it’s the key to a life changing experiment.

“Okay, okay, watch this,” he says, slapping it onto the table with way too much confidence for a guy who has no idea what he’s doing.

“Wait...maybe don’t—” you speak up already sensing where this is going.

“Gimme,” he cuts in, reaching over and snatching the keyboard straight out of your hands before you can even finish the sentence.

He pulls it closer, leaning over the table like a kid who just discovered something illegal but exciting. Suguru leans in, clearly just as invested now even if he’s pretending not to be.

Satoru smooths the five dollar bill out on the table like presentation matters, then glances down at the keyboard.

“…copy aaaaand paste…” he murmurs, sounding way too proud of himself for figuring that out. He presses the keys.

In the blink of an eye, another five dollar bill appears right next to the first, perfectly identical, like it just spawned there out of thin air.

All three of you freeze.

“…woah,” Satoru says, his voice dropping in genuine awe as his eyes light up instantly. He grabs both bills, flipping them over, and holding them up to the light. Comparing them like he’s about to discover some hidden flaw but there isn’t one.

“…no way,” he mutters, grinning like this is the best thing that’s ever happened to him. Before either of you can stop him, he presses the keys again.

Ctrl. C.

Ctrl. V.

Another bill. Then again and again.

The table starts filling up fast, bills stacking unevenly as they keep appearing one after another. Satoru is fully locked in now, laughing menacingly as he just unlocked a cheat code for life.

“HAHA okay, wait, this is actually insane,” he says, not even looking up.

“Satoru...” you try again, watching the growing pile with a mix of disbelief and concern.

“This is literally free money. Do you understand how illegal this probably is?” he continues, completely ignoring you as he keeps going.

“Yeah, and you’re still doing it,” you point out.

“That sounds like a future problem,” he shoots back instantly, not missing a beat.

Suguru watches for another second, his expression tightening just slightly as the pile keeps growing, before he suddenly leans forward and snatches the keyboard right out of Satoru’s hands.

“That’s enough,” he says calmly, though there’s a quiet firmness there that wasn’t before.

Satoru looks up immediately, offended. “Hey—”

“You’re going to crash the economy in our living room,” Suguru replies without even looking at him, already turning the keyboard slightly in his hands as he studies it more closely.

Satoru blinks. “…that feels dramatic.”

“You just made about forty dollars in ten seconds,” you add.

“Okay, but how would the police know?”

Suguru ignores both of you, his focus fully on the keyboard now, his earlier amusement completely gone as curiosity takes over.

“…if it can do that,” he says slowly, more to himself than anyone else, “then there’s more.”

You glance down at the keyboard again, turning it slightly in your hands like it’s magically going to explain itself if you stare at it long enough.

“Okay, wait, there has to be something on this.” you mumble, already pulling your phone out. You type in the model number printed on the back, scrolling as the results pop up.

“…okay, um... apparently this is an HP SK-2501 wired multimedia keyboard from… 2000?” you say, blinking at your screen.

“2000? That thing is older than my patience.” Satoru repeats, leaning over your shoulder.

You snort a little, still scrolling. “I’m serious, it literally looks like a regular old keyboard.”

Suguru leans in slightly, way more focused than Satoru. “Keep reading.”

“Yeah yeah, hold on…” you skim through the page, your nose scrunching.

“It’s just saying basic stuff. Volume controls, shortcut keys… nothing special.”

You pause.

“Ooo, okay so this says it has a built-in microphone.”

That gets both of their attention.

“A microphone?” Suguru repeats.

“Yeah, like… voice command or something. It says if you say ‘computer,’ it activates a search function… I think?” you say, tilting your phone so they can kind of see. You barely finish your sentence befo—

“COMPUTER!” Satoru shouts.

You flinch. “Why are you yelling?”

The air in front of you flickers. Right there in the middle of the room. It kind of glitches for a second, like something trying to load, and then a search bar pops up.

Just floating there right in front of you.

“…oh.”

It’s not attached to anything just floating in the air. Glowing softly with a blinking cursor waiting at the left.

Satoru leans forward immediately. “No way.”

Suguru stands up without even thinking, stepping closer with that quiet curiosity of his, and reaches his hand out slowly.

His hand goes straight through it. The light bends around his arm for a second, like water rippling, before settling back into place when he pulls away.

“Okay, that’s… weirdly cool” he says under his breath.

You step a little closer too, staring a little too hard at it. Satoru, of course, is already over it in the best way possible, leaning forward with a grin like he just found his new favorite toy.

“Give me a random sweet treat… I don’t know,” he says, way too eager.

The cursor blinks as the bar flickers slightly. You glance at Suguru, then back at it, that same feeling creeping in again. Not just excitement this time but something a little… off.

All of a sudden, a banana split sundae appears on the table. It just pops into existence like it’s been there the whole time.

It's stacked with three scoops of Neapolitan ice cream, whipped cream piled way too high, chocolate drizzle melting down the sides, sprinkles everywhere, and a cherry sitting on top.

Satoru gasps like he just witnessed a miracle.

“No way- don’t touch it, don’t even look at it, I’m getting a spoon. ” he says already halfway to the kitchen before anyone can even process what just happened.

“You weren’t gonna share anyway,” you mutter, watching him disappear. Suguru leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he studies the sundae like he’s trying to figure out if it’s real or if this is some kind of elaborate hallucination.

“That’s actually insane,” he says slowly.

Satoru comes back in record time with a spoon in hand. He sits down and drags the sundae closer to himself like someone’s about to snatch it out of his hands.

“This is the best day of my life,” he says, already digging in without hesitation.

“Of course it is,” Suguru replies even though he’s watching the bowl like he’s debating whether to snag a bite.

You don’t say anything at first, just standing there with your arms loosely crossed, watching them like this is the most normal thing in the world, even though five minutes ago none of this existed.

“Oh, by the way, you guys can't use it” you say casually.

Satoru pauses mid bite and Suguru stops moving completely. They both deadpan towards you.

“…what?” Satoru says slowly.

You smile, stepping forward and pulling the keyboard back toward you, holding it just a little closer to your chest.

“You both said it was useless so, technically, you don't get access to such a useless item,” you explain completely serious.

“That’s not how that works,” Satoru says as he points at you with his spoon.

“Yeah how were we supposed to know it was magic?” Suguru adds, leaning back now, clearly amused.

“Exactly, how were we supposed to know that shit deletes desserts out of existence and then spawns better ones?” Satoru continues, gesturing wildly now.

You shrug. “Sounds like a personal problem.”

They both stare at you like you just slapped them in the face. Satoru scoffs, shaking his head. “You’re gatekeeping that now?”

“Yes,” you say immediately.

Suguru huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he glances between the two of you. “This is ridiculous.”

“No, what’s ridiculous is that I live here and suddenly I don’t have access to the magic reality keyboard in my own home,” Satoru says, still holding the spoon like he’s making a valid point.

“Correct.”

“That’s crazy.”

“Oh well...” you gesture vaguely.

They both start talking at once after that, Satoru getting louder and more dramatic while Suguru chimes in with calmer with more sarcastic comments. The two of them very quickly team up against you like you’re the unreasonable one here.

You let them.

You let them complain and talk over each other. Letting Satoru take another bite mi -argument like that somehow strengthens his case. Honestly, it’s kind of funny watching them act like this over something they dismissed two minutes ago.

While they’re going back and forth your attention drifts back to the keyboard in your hands. Your thumb runs lightly over one of the keys, absentminded as your thoughts start wandering. Their voices blur into background noise.

Delete. Copy. Paste. Create.

Your gaze lifts slowly back to them. Satoru is still eating like nothing in the world matters. Suguru is watching you out of the corner of his eye like he knows you’re thinking something.

…does it work on humans?

Your fingers still for just a second, your expression shifting ever so slightly as you stare at them a little longer than before, your mind already starting to turn that idea over in ways it probably shouldn’t.

You don’t say anything at first, just staring at the keyboard.

“Computer?” you say.

The search bar flickers back into existence midair, glowing softly like it’s been waiting for you this whole time. Satoru doesn’t even look up, still focused on his sundae.

“Oh brother, here she goes again.”

You tilt your head slightly, eyes flicking toward him.

“…have Satoru drop his sundae.”

Satoru’s arm jerks like a random muscle spasm. The spoon flies, his wrist twists, and the entire sundae slips right out of his hand.

SPLAT.

Right onto the floor.

You blink once then immediately burst out laughing. You don't even feel bad that you can't hold it in. Satoru just sits there staring at the mess on the ground. His brain is clearly trying to catch up to what just happened.

“…what the fuck?” he says slowly, looking down at his hand like it betrayed him.

Your breath catches before you even realize it as your grip tightens around the keyboard. Your heart begins to race, the feeling curling in your chest a little too close to excitement for comfort.

Because now you know that it obeys.

Your fingers hover over the keys again and your thoughts move faster than you can keep up with. The possibilities stack on top of each other in ways that feel a little dangerous.

This thing control more than just objects. Your heart raced as you were ready to say another command.

"Computer?" You hesitate for a minute as you glance between Suguru and Satoru.

"Make these guys make out."

Instantly, Suguru's composed facade shattered as he turned to Satoru. Their eyes lock in a heated gaze before their mouths collided and lips parted with urgent need. Their tongues explore each other as Suguru's hands roam up Satoru's chest, pulling him closer.

The sight of them making out sent a jolt to your own wet heat between your thighs. Satoru's cocky grin melts into desire as Suguru's touch turns sensual. Your body aches with jealousy and excitement.

As they kissed deeper, their bodies pressed together. You watch as Satoru's hands slide under Suguru's shirt, tracing the firm muscles of his back. You couldn't resist escalating things.

With a mischievous grin, you spoke up. "Computer?"

"Have them strip each other down to their boxers."

Clothes flew off in a frenzy. Suguru yanks Satoru's shirt over his head to reveal his toned abs and a trail of white hair leading to the bulge in his pants. Satoru quickly unties Suguru's drawstring, sliding his shorts down to expose his massive thighs and the outline of his erection straining against his black boxers.

They didn't stop kissing, their mouths devouring each other, moans vibrating in the air as you had another brilliant idea spark in your mind. The keyboard's power is fueling your boldness.

Why stop at two?

"Computer?"

"Have all three of us... fuck."

Satoru's eyes gleam with thrill and Suguru's reserved demeanor crack into a sensual smile. They broke apart just long enough to grab your hand and guide you towards Satoru's bedroom. The door closes behind you with a click, enclosing all of you in a room full of anticipation.

You set the keyboard down on the bedside table before turning your attention back to the boys.

The air grew thick, musk and sweat lingered as you fell into a three-way kiss. Your lips and tongue colliding in a chaotic dance. Satoru's cocky energy pressing against you while Suguru's steady hands roam over your curves and squeeze your breast through your hoodie.

Satoru's fingers trail down your sides and Suguru's thumb brushes your nipple until it hardens, leaving you breathless. They worked together to strip you down, tugging off your hoodie and jeans with efficiency. They leave you in your bra and underwear, the fabric clinging to your damp skin as your pussy throbbed with need.

You all tumbled onto the bed with Satoru on your left and Suguru on your right.

Their warm bodies sandwich you as their hands explore your thighs and waist. You leaned into Suguru, your kiss deepened into something predatory. Your tongue dove into his mouth while your other hand slipped back to palm Satoru's thick cock through his boxers. Feeling it pulsed under your touch

Your hunger shifted, urging you to turn your attention fully to Satoru.

You broke away from Suguru for a moment, capturing Satoru's lips in the same fierce kiss. Your mouth melds with raw intensity that made your toes curl. His tongue teases yours as his hands roam upward to cup your breast

He squeezed them firmly, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples through the thin fabric of your bra. Meanwhile, your other hand ventured down to Suguru's boxers, slipping inside to wrap around his throbbing cock. You do the same to Satoru, pulling them both free into the warm air of their room.

They were hot and heavy in your grip, their veins standing out along the shaft as you stroked them slowly. You savor the silky skin gliding under your fingers as their breath hitches into a deep groan.

Suguru threw his head back, his face flushed of pure ecstasy as his eyes fluttered shut.

"Fuck, y/n, your hands feel so damn g-good...keep going, just like that." he whispered.

Satoru's lips teased against your ear as he trailed his hand down your stomach. His fingers dip beneath the waistband of your panties to feel the wetness there.

"You're so w-wet already. God, I love how you get for us." he murmured. His touch unerring as he rubbed your swollen folds and circled your clit making you moan into his mouth.

"Stroke me harder, baby." Suguru's dirty words cut through, his voice sounding commanding despite his pleasure-druken state. You quickened your pace on them both.

You all were enjoying that for a moment before Suguru sat up fully against the headboard, yanking his boxers off completely in one swift motion. His cock standing proud and glistening with his precum.

You slipped off your own panties, the cool sheets brush against your bare skin as you positioned yourself between his legs. You lean down, taking his cock into your mouth with slow sucks, tasting the salty tang of his precum. You swirled your tongue around his sensitive head.

The wet squelching sound filled the space. Satoru laid back on the bed, guiding you to straddle his face. His tongue dove into your pussy the moment you settled down. His tongue lapped at your folds with eager strokes that made you gasp around Suguru's cock.

Your body is trembling.

The overwhelming pleasure it too much to handle.

Your eyes watered as Suguru's cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag softly around his thick length. Saliva drips from the corners of your mouth in sticky strands that trailed down his shaft.

He was gentle in his guidance. His hand cradling the back of your head with a firm grip in your hair, urging you deeper while his hips rocked ever so slightly.

Satoru's arms were locked around your waist like iron bands. He pins you firmly to his face as his tongue keeps moving relentlessly into your pussy. He can barely breathe but he doesn't care. His strong hand grips your ass while he sucks on your swollen clit. That drew out a muffled moan from you.

The feeling was utterly intoxicating.

Your body was shaking, every nerve felt alive. As the pleasure built up to an unbearable peak, Satoru's grip tightened, his fingers digging into your ass as he pulled you even closer. You grind involuntarily against his face.

"Mmm that's it, take me deeper..." Suguru's breath comes in ragged gasps as he whispers words of encouragement.

The hunger in the room demanded more.

Satoru released his hold just enough to switch positions. He guides you onto your hands and knees while he gets behind you. His hard cock presses against your entrance.

Suguru moved with him, positioning himself in front of you. Satoru pushed slowly into your dripping pussy, filling you with one deep, stretching thrust. The pressure makes you gasp as he pushes inside, inch by glorious inch.

"You're so fucking tight," he groaned. His hands grip your hips steady as he fills you completely. You could feel his cock throbbing deep within your pulsing walls.

You whimper at the sheer size of him. The stretch burned.

Suguru was quick to silence you, thrusting his cock back into your mouth with a commanding grip on your hair. His length sliding over your tongue that left you a moaning mess.

Satoru's deep growls, Suguru's huskily breaths, and your muffled cries echoed the room. The intense pleasure made your fingers clutch the bedding.

Satoru leaned forward, his athletic frame arching over you, meeting Suguru's eyes. Their lips crash together is a passionate kiss, their tongues swirling in a battle for dominance. The wet sounds of their mouths mirror the slapping of skin.

Satoru slowed down, sliding out with a slick with plop that left you aching and exposed. You were shifted into missionary, legs spreading instinctively as Suguru positioned himself between them. His lean, muscular frame hovers over you.

His tip brushed against your soaked entrance, teasing before he pushed in deep. Stretching and filling you made you gasp. His thrust was steady and powerful as each one drove deeper. His dark hair falling forward as he lost himself in your pussy.

"That's it, take it all," Suguru muttered.

Satoru knelt by your head. He slapped his hard cock against your cheek.

"Let me feel that pretty mouth now," he said with a wicked grin. He rubs his tip against your bottom lip, guiding himself in as your lips parted. Cries of pleasure muffled around him.

Satoru's free hand trailed down Suguru's back, his finger tracing his muscles before dipping lower to rub circles against your sensitive clit. The tripled sensations overwhelmed you.

"So tight, so fucking perfect," Satoru groaned.

"Every inch of you is ours now." Suguru added.

The sounds of moans, wet slurps, and skin slapping sounded like a damn symphony. You pulled your mouth away from Satoru's cock, barely being able to catch your breath.

"Oh fuuck yes, I need both of you..." The words spill out of you in a lustful haze as you feel Suguru's balls slap against your ass. Suguru leaned down to capture your lips in a teeth clashing kiss. His tongue invades your mouth just as his cock fills you.

The keyboard's lingering magic whispered in your ear, urging you to push further. Your voice hoarse with need as you call out the next command.

"Com- computer~" you try to get out.

"Have her take both of us." Satoru interrupts.

Instantly, your bodies shifted in a whirlwind of motion. Satoru rolls onto his back and pulls you down onto his lap. His strong hands guide you to straddle his hips. His cock, still rock hard and glistening, slid into your dripping pussy with a single, deep thrust.

"Ahhh shiit," you cry out, your thighs trembling as you begin to ride him. Bouncing slowly at first, then picking up a frantic rhythm that had his head falling back against the pillows.

The stretch of him filling you was so intoxicating. Every downward grind sends jolts of pleasure through your core. Your breast brushes against his chest with each movement.

The overstimulation hit like a car crash when Suguru moved behind you. His hands gripped your waist with the firmness that you craved, positioning himself at your ass.

"You're so greedy for us, aren't you?" Satoru murmured in your ear. His hot breath mixed with the sweat on your neck as he thrust up to meet your hips.

Suguru pressed in, his cock pushing past the tight ring of resistance, stretching you in a way that bordered on overloading. The dual invasion makes your whole body quake with painful pleasure.

They pounded into you, Satoru's thick cock stroking your pussy while Suguru's drove deeper into your ass. The sensation left you breathless. Suguru leaned in close, his lips brushed your shoulder as he whispers near your ear.

"Take it all, mmh, let us r-ruin you completely." His sensual words pushed you right to the brink of your climax. The pressure is building up and about to burst.

"Come for us, baby," Satoru's dirty whispers grew more urgent. Their thrust got even harder.

Their encouragement shattered you. Your body convulsed in a blinding release that crashed over you, pulling them along.

"Aahh, shit... you b-both feel s-so good."

Their own climaxes erupt inside you with guttural groans and shuddering thrusts. Satoru's cock pulsed deep inside your pussy, spilling hot waves of cum that filled you up.

His seed seeps out around him as you collapse on his chest. Your breath is coming in ragged gasps as every muscle trembles from the aftershock.

Suguru followed after, his final thrust into your ass grows erratic before he stilled. His seed is flooding your ass leaving you with a feeling of being claimed.

You lay there sandwiched between them, Suguru's heart pounded against your back and Satoru's hands trace soothing circles on your thighs.

Yet, even in the blissful aftermath, the keyboard eerily sits on the bedside table, tugging at your awareness of it. A reminder of the danger game you've played. Satoru's fingers threaded through your hair.

"Fuck, y/n, that was incredible," his words sounded of genuine affection that made your chest tighten.

Suguru moved your hair and pressed gentle kisses on your neck down to your shoulders.

The night deepened around you, the soft glow of the street lights filter through the curtains. Satoru's hand slid down the interlock with yours as Suguru's breath was warm against your neck. You completely surrendered to the intoxicating feeling of satisfaction.

Satoru perks his head up.

"Computer?" His voice is deep and hoarsed.

"Let's do that again."

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small thing I'd like to add here is that there is no bad fic as long as it's done with love <3