I'll eat your pa- what!?
Your boyfriends get caught by you.
First fic guys pls be nice đ€.
Threesome, sakuatsu x reader, nsfw, panty stealing (?), cum eating, spit, Dom reader, subby sakuatsu, handjob, begging
It has been 2 weeks. 2 weeks going to sleep alone. 2 weeks of annoyed excuses from your boyfriends.
Today would be no different...
"Baby we're just tired..." Atsumu sighed, and Kiyoomi wasn't even opening his mouth, going through his routine in silence. You swore you felt a vein pop on your forehead.
"Yeah? Poor you. How tired?"
Atsumu sighs, not having the energy to put you with your anger right now.
"Very, why are you being --" his sentence cuts off short as he sees the garment hanging off your fingertips. Even kiyoomi who had been intent on not interacting to save his strength, had spotted it and was gulping heavily.
"Tired enough to spoil my panties?" Several things ran through Atsumu's mind at a breakneck speed, none of them helpful as he felt the most embarrassing blush up his face. "Hey... Um... I can explain" atsumu starts.
Your face was deadpanned. If people thought kiyoomi was the resting bitch face in your relationship, they didn't look at you well enough.
"they were my favourite pair you know" you pout and flop on the armchair in your living room. *Shit* *fuck* he should have known. You were the last person to get mad at them for their ungodly practices. You had your practices. You were also an athlete. There was no way this would have pissed you off, he should have known better.
As he thinks about his last words, he notices how sweaty you are. You must have just finished your practice too... Your bangs were sticking to your forehead, your legs manspreading and the prettiest flush on your face. *THIS ISN'T HELPING* he told his brain.
Kiyoomi had completely abandoned his daily ritual of setting his kitbag neatly in its place, instead, he was standing behind Atsumu, trying to hide. As if his 6'4 self would be able to. He looked sheepish behind his mask and you knew already. "Ye-yes babe wait...It was just.. you were so tired and ... We didn't -" your eyebrow raises, "me .. tired..." You slowly repeat what he said, and lord, Atsumu knew he was so fucked.
He knew the only way to ask for your forgiveness was to beg for it. So with his thighs still sore from practice, he sits in front of you, on his heels. He hears Kiyoomi behind him and immediately knows he's following suit, his mask dangling off of one ear.
They weren't looking up at you as much, being as tall as they were, but it was enough. Kiyoomi's pale face was also flushed as he was avoiding your gaze. You were sitting on the armchair, legs still spread and arms crossed as you regarded them. Omi had the insane thought that *the yakuza should be glad she never wants anything to do with violence*.
"so?" You ask them, eyes levelled as they look down on both Atsumu and Omi. Atsumu gulps again, his voice cracking as he starts, "Baby it's just... You had finally.. just got a break after a while and it didn't seem fair..." You scoff, "Spare me that bullshit, either it was a kink you didn't tell me about or you just didn't want to deal with me. Which one is it?" This time your question was aimed at Omi, who was shifting his feet.
Omi knew it was useless lying to you, you already saw through the whole act anyway, but still... For his dignity... "It's not like that it just happened -" he sees the beginning of a snarl form...
When Omi doesn't say anything, you sigh, "I can't believe you tried lying to my face." He looks at you through his lashes again and looks back down, the red getting deeper."I'm upset you know." When Atsumu hears those words he starts to crawl to you on his hands and knees, "Hey don't be like-" he gets stopped in his tracks with the balls of your foot on his forehead. Atsumu gulps, it was an uncomfortable position to be in, not to mention he could see your skirt lift, and he made every effort possible not to look.
You laugh coldly, "WOW, even after the stunt you just pulled you're still thinking about my panties? That's kinda pathetic Tsum." He felt the knot in his chest unwind a little at the use of his nickname coming back but he wouldn't be off the hook so soon.
Omi, on the other hand, had been looking at you both from the corner of his eye... He could see Atsumu's tent in his shorts.. and felt the mortifying realization that he was getting one too."I'll let you look if you ask real nice mmkay?" You tell Atsumu with faux sympathy dripping from your voice. He closes his eyes, takes a few breaths and says... "Please.. baby can I look?" That earns a catlike smile from you. "See wasn't that hard was it?" You shift your foot from the centre of his forehead to place your heel there instead, giving him plenty of space to stare. You turn to Omi now, watching his breathing get shallow and eyes get heavy-lidded.
"nothing to say, Omi?" You purr, but the expression on your face is as stoic as ever. "What would you like me to say?" He asks as levelled as he can, his breath betraying him at every word. Atsumu, clearly not having had enough of your attention, whines. "H-hey cmon.." you turn to look at him, his eyes defiantly looking up at you.
"Stop... Pay attention to me" he pouts. Fucking pouts. "You just had your turn being humiliated and yer asking for more?" You ask dryly. He nods his head, the heel still on his forehead bobbing up and down. You let out a breath of *fine* and travel your foot down until he reaches the growing tent in his shorts and you apply the slightest pressure.
You see him open his mouth in a silent gasp and throw his head back. You turn back to Omi, "Now what was I saying?" Omi looks back at you, clearly dazed, but manages to say "You were saying why you were upset with us". You click your tongue, "Ah right, see I am not even *that* mad about you both doing this, rather I'm mad about the fact that I've been lonely for 2 weeks and the one time you could have involved me, you didn't."
Omi nods, like a schoolboy taking a scolding. "I understand" he gasps out, but it wasn't enough to satisfy you. "And you also chose my favourite panties, care to explain why?" He thinks.. one more try couldn't hurt right? "We just.. took the first one on the pile" another twitch of your upper lip. "No ... You chose them because they had the most slick on them.. don't lie again. Am I not right?" *Fuck* there goes that.
You apply more pressure on Atsumu, and he gasps out, "Mhmm you're right fuck you're right". Your head tilts to the side, and Omi admits "Ye-yes.. it was because they had... The slickest..." He choked out the words. How the fuck did he end up here. "say it kiyoomi" Omi takes a deep breath steeling himself, "Yes, you're right we took those because .. you wear them often and they have the most... Slick on them" he breathes out.
Your cheek's resting against your curled up palm and you tap the finger of your other on your thigh. "You know what is even slicker?" You felt Atsumu's breath hitch, and another shot of shame blow through Omi. "What has...?" You roll your eyes. "Me you idiot. And maybe if you had thought things through I would have been nice" you eye Atsumu.
Now Omi not only had to deal with him LIKING being treated like this, he also had to deal with him being JEALOUS over Atsumu being treated worse but still being jealous ." are you that upset...?" Omi tests the waters, using his best pleading voice and puppy face, all of it shot down by you grumbling, "I'm not even going to answer that right now" your arms crossing across your chest.
Omi's heart drops as he hears your response. He didn't think it would get this far, to be honest, he hadn't been thinking at all. He also starts to crawl towards you, and you let him, much to Atsumu's disbelief. You press down on him a bit harder before he can argue. Omi makes it to your thigh, his chin resting on it as he looks up at you through his coal lashes and says in the prettiest voice "I'm sorry bunny... I didn't mean to upset you I wasn't thinking, Please forgive me?" He swore he could see your eyes darken.
You tilt your gaze towards Atsumu, your face not moving. To his credit he immediately gets the hint and whines "Yeah I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that I'm sorry I neglected you like that please forgive me?" You remove your foot on top of his hard dick and he almost stumbles forward crawling to you, placing his chin on your knee just like Omi. They look like a pair of puppies, pathetic and cute.
"you'd think just because I'm tired, which I wasn't by the way.. you didn't ask, I wouldn't help you" They could sense the genuine hurt on your face now, and sink their chins even deeper, looking up at you apologetically. "no... You would have" Atsumu says, his gaze running from yours. You were cruel, but you didn't have the heart to be cruel to both of your boyfriends kneeling in front of you.
You sigh and motion them upwards, and they quickly take the chance to nuzzle into your neck, still whispering favoured apologies and words of devotion, all of them muddling to kisses and hickeys. Barely able to breathe between them, you pull them closer through the waistbands of their shorts. They know better than to protest and let you manoeuvre them until they're looking down on you. Their palms are on the top of the armchair's back, holding on to support as they feel their calves burn from the position.
You palm their bulges, and immediately they shudder. "Pull shit like this again and I'll lock you both in chastity cages" you snarl up at them. Their eyes widen at the threat, feeling even more blood rush to their dicks. "Are ya serious?" Atsumu asks his abs relaxing and contract. You raise an eyebrow, "You tryna find out pretty boy?" Both of them shake their heads vigorously.
You decide to show them mercy, freeing their dicks from their shorts and starting to pump them after you spit on them. They lean into you, groaning and whining. Atsumu has always been a blabber in bed, but it was a pleasant surprise to see Kiyoomi moan and whine. You wished you could record them and avoid you could have it in repeat for days.
"You both beg so pretty," you tell them and they *preen*, back arching to you. The most pathetic whines and begs, you didn't expect them to be this wound up after yesterday's stunt. They start getting more high-pitched pitched and before you can prepare yourself, ropes of white paint your face and neck, making you scrunch your face.
Atsumu has his face against the back of the armchair, Omi swaying back and forth, his entire body the prettiest of flushes. "you're both too spent to clean me up?" You ask while licking your upper lip. Immediately rejuvenated, Atsumu is the first to throw his arms around you and start licking your face and neck, anything to make you forgive them, anything you say.
Omi is slower but more thorough, he has your face in a firm grip as he laps up all the cum off your face, kissing and dragging his lips across your neck. The saltiness of your sweat was mixed with their cum and Omi couldn't get enough.
"I can't believe you tried to act all aloof in front of me.. as if that would work when I know what you looked like licking the sweat off my face... Hmm Omi chan?" You teased and he couldn't even complain, he was just glad to not be the subject of your cold gaze.
When they're both done, they look up at you, their faces back on your lap. You swore you could feel their invisible tail wagging behind them. You wipe off the spit across your cheek and say, "Well then .. if you're not too tired. you could help me clean up the slick on these panties?" You coyly lift your skirt. And who would they be to deny you of such a request?

















