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Sakai Daiki Sandwich

Synopsis; Sakai, GN AFAB reader, Daiki sandwich. Around 5k ish words I proof read this once lol

Notes; first time writing a full reader sorta pov fic..... Everyones kinda drunk in this but not dubcon. Writing for them was a bit harder than I thought but I hope I did them justice as drunks....

Warnings; Gender neutral pov, no use of YN, use of You, Reader is AFAB, threesome, Double pen, drunk sex idk boys kissing 18+

"Come on now," the obviously overworked diner owner chided as he looked at his watch. It was 12 a.m, closing time. The late-night diner was filled with a nostalgic vibe; it was the same one that you three came to after nearly every day to grab some food for better or worse. "Get yourself home safe, kids, " the older-looking male voiced as if he were some sort of parent, grasping his cloth to wipe down one of the booths down the end of the other side of the diner.

Daiki forced himself to straighten up, lips pursed as he shook Sakai, who was clearly too focused on drunkenly laughing about something or rather to you. "Hey...," he grunted half-heartedly, his grip on Sakai's shoulder weak. Alcohol left Daiki slower. Sleepy and pissy, which was a good enough reason for him to usually stay away from it. But tonight was different. The trio had hit a record, all three somehow pushing past their own set best times. Even Daiki, who seldom cared about celebrating himself, saw a point in it. "Kampai!" You cheered at the top of your lungs, swaying a little as you sat facing the two males, beer mug clinking up to Sakai's for what had to be the fifth time this night. Sakai complied, grinning ear to ear and shouting out his own overused Kampai.

Being drunk always boiled down to three archetypes; Obnoxious and loud drunk, laugh at everything drunk, and quiet, almost disorientated drunk. It was apparent to anyone who was in this sort of group.

"Hey, Sakai!" His voice reverberated through the diner, quickly getting the strawberry blonde-haired male's attention before he spilled his beer over Daiki in surprise. Hissing out a curse, he shuffled out of the booth and stood up as straight as he could, tanned calloused hand grasping the edge of the marble table. "Let's... We gotta go." He finally followed up, his voice sounding unusually whiny as his hand came down his face, internally trying to sober himself up to no avail.

As the trio left the old family diner, Sakai stumbled out, rubbing his hands together to get warmth in the cold February air. He called out your name twice before he got your drunken attention, a sly smile etched across his face. "We can't just leave my integra here; hehe, your apartment is a block away..." he implied lowly more to scare you, tugging onto your sleeve, a slight glee in his eyes at getting a response from you. "You aren't scared, are you?" Daiki quickly shot up before you could even fathom a response. "No way!" The darker-haired announced a little too loudly for the empty street, shooting Sakai a glare as he split you two up, his hand grasping your shoulder firmly. "S'okay, we're gonna walk." he slurred over his words as he tried to comfort you, his hot breath stained with alcohol fanning over your face, brown downturned eyes looking a little too intense. It wasn't as if he was protective or possessive, you were your own person- He knew that but... It didn't matter if you were the same age or older, but the fact that you had entered the school a bit after him gave him a sense of feeling somewhat liable for your well-being. It was a feeling that he disliked, if anything. Even a drunk Daiki could feel that damned spark, the tightness of his chest at the contact of your glance at his own intense look; it made him feel helpless, out of control, and worst of all...

Vulnerable.

Realizing how close he was, he quickly returned his hand to his pocket. "Listen, we'll do this... Walk, we'll... We'll walk, man. Fuck." Sakai supported you as you two wobbled behind Daiki's brooding brisk pace, his long arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Sakai, being drunk honestly, wasn't much different from how he was sober. A few differences that only stuck out if examined closely; A bit more prideful, his hands were more grabby as if he couldn't sit still in place, personal boundaries were out the window with a drunk Sakai. "You ever... Have you ever been in the car with Daiki?" The lanky male spoke up, shifting his head slightly to catch your eye contact. The smug smile quickly turned into a tight, far too overly rigid expression for someone like Sakai as he mimicked Daiki. "Shit!" He mimicked in a faux low voice, jutting his hand back as if he was pulling on the handbrake, "This is bullshit! What the hell!" His voice rang throughout your apartment complex stairwell, most definitely too loudly for these godforsaken hours. Daiki was too focused on his footing and not slipping under his weight backward down the stairs to respond to the teasing.

Finally reaching the third floor, Daiki leaned against the hallway wall, head resting against the concrete, eyes shut tight, and expression scrunched up. "Go on," Sakai joined Daiki before pushing you a little too harshly into the direction of the door. As your hands fumbled around your keychain, vision slightly blurred, Sakai wasted no time in drunkenly tormenting Daiki. "Hey... We aren't even in the apartment. Don't fall asleep yet; you're gonna make me giggle," He prodded and poked the slightly smaller male, all but shaking him. "You always are," Daiki grumbled, lips tight in a grimace above his unkempt stubble.

As the three trudged into the messy apartment, it was a comforting sight to all three. You lived so close to the todo school, so most times you three ever hung out outside the diner or school, was here. Daiki kicked off his white and grease-smeared sneakers by the door, "M'gonna go shower..." he slurred under his breath as he stumbled into the hallway in his beer-stained clothes, disappearing into the bathroom. Sakai had already made himself comfortable flopping onto his back on the floor with a thud, closing his eyes, somewhat relaxed in the awkward starfish-esque position. It was almost funny; you were the last to enter your apartment, taking your time slipping off your own vans, perfect for driving a manual car up and down that steep Enna course.

The apartment was dimly lit, with only the hallway light on. It was calm and nearly silent, except for the comforting noise of muffled water droplets hitting skin from the shower. The patter of socks against the worn-out old wooden floor turned into a sneaky pitter-patter as you approached the sprawled-out Sakai in the living room. Was he asleep? Was he dead? Drunk panic slowly bubbled in your stomach, twisting and churning in the lower pit of your stomach as you slowly bent your knees halfway to examine him. He was so quiet, too.

Closer... Closer... And closer, your face came to his strangely peaceful one, that usual shit-eating smirk gone. Up close, he was attractive; he looked so calm like this... Warm pale skin kissed with freckles across his cheeks, strawberry blonde bangs covering most of his forehead. You couldn't place the feeling inside you that reacted to him like this, something warm and strange. Without thinking, your hand reached out to feel, touch, and be close. And right before you could get any closer, one of Sakai's own narrow eyes shot open before grasping your wrist, "Oh?" he pulled your figure down on top of his own, your unstable inebriated legs clumsily straddling him. Eyes now open, looking up to you as spindly hands rubbed up and down your waist. "well.. well..." He spoke as if he were some late 90's cartoon villain; he might as well be how his lips curved up into that sloppy half-smirk half grin, narrow eyes half-lidded. Jesus Christ, even in your own drunken state, you could tell he absolutely reeked of Asahi Super Dry. "Stalking is impolite!" He played dirty, like always, hands tickling and digging into your sides and up to your armpits, your shared drunken snickering and tickle fight turning into a somewhat wrestle as the position flipped. Sakai liked you smiling; the sweet sound of your giggles turning into barking laughter spurred him on until he finally relented, looming over you, panting and faintly grinning down at you.

Fuck. You could feel it, and it was hard to ignore that. The friction of clothed hips rocking against each other, his cold hands firmly resting around your waist so comfortable it felt like a missing puzzle piece fitting into place. It was hard for you not to get coy under his piercing stare, squirming slightly as you murmured his name like some sort of slurred mantra. God, the air felt so thick you could cut into it. How did this happen so fast?

You could feel it again. The way his clothed cock twitched at the sound of his name being uttered in such a way, his grip tensing up. Now, Sakai was a senior in the racing school. Older than both of them. And he was no man to really think with his dick, but he wasn't necessarily the type to deny his urges. Especially when he had a pretty thing like you under his lanky frame, uttering out his name in a way bordering pornographic.

"Haah? How lewd..." He cooed, his volume coming down a notch as his slender fingers slid down from your waist to grasp your hips so tightly, bringing them against his own, igniting a spark of pleasure between you two. Hearing you keen under his touch, the whining-like noise coming out like a song to his ears. Sakai had to internally grit his teeth to keep his composure up. God, you two were practically dry-humping each other, and he felt like he was about to slip into a haze of pleasure himself. "How dirty..." He breathed out harshly; he replaced his hands from your hips to the wooden floor, placing one on each side of your head as he huffed and thrust his hips against your own again, cock throbbing behind his jeans and brushing against your own clothed cunt. The heat, the friction, and the tension, God, his words. It was god damn unbearable, leaving you mewling and squirming underneath him like an animal in heat. It felt so incredibly overwhelming and just frustratingly not enough at the same time. "Hehe... You're so wet, aren't you? I should go and tell Daiki-"

"Eh?" Talk of the fucking devil. Daiki walked in, wet feet slopping against dry wooden floorboards, clad in only a white towel against his damp, tanned skin. Most of his frame was on showcase, a pretty average one with a naturally thicker lower side, strong thighs from constant driving school, and a slight pudge from where the towel wrapped around his waist. He didn't bother ever shaving the slight hair around his chest or legs like his unkempt facial hair, to be completely honest he didn't really care much about his appearance as is. The warm shower had somewhat sobered him up. However, he still felt that clinging, disorientating feeling, where it was hard to properly articulate his words and emotions, leaving him more frustrated. Looking down at the two, his downturned eyes half-lidded, thick eyelashes casting shadows down his wet face in the dim lighting. He spoke so casually as if the two weren't on top of each other, huffing and panting like animals in heat. "I... I yeah, I got in with my clothes.. Do you hav.." His face instantly dropped, eyes widening in shock as the reality of the situation slapped him cold in the face, leaving him reeling.

One mutual side eye was made between you and Sakai, a single invitation to Daiki was all it took. It was in all honesty, surprising that he was so eager to jump into it. Every time the conversations in the past turned to sex or attraction, Daiki was one to swat it away and act as if he didn't give a damn.

But that couldn't be more wrong.

Sakai giggled to himself, swaying slightly as he stumbled up, haphazardly grasping you in a sloppy bridal style and throwing you onto the bed as soon as he reached the room. Flopping onto your stomach, arms over the edge, Sakai made no time to place himself in front of your face, cock jutting obscenely in his jeans. "Ah... Come here.." He hissed slowly as he all but smothered your face against his jeans, enjoying the moment as he looked down with a sloppy smirk.

Daiki, on the other hand... Well. It wasn't as if he wasn't experienced. He knew what a pussy was; he had jerked off to plenty of risque mags and shitty JAVs to last a lifetime. He was hard, no, he was fucking diamonds beneath his towel. Alcohol still clouded his vision, his chest heaving with each breath as he watched the sprawled, disheveled figure of the person he so dearly adored smearing their face across Sakai's clothed shaft.

Sucking in a deep breath, he practically crawled onto the bed before stopping riiiight behind you. Hands well worn with plenty of blisters from his steering wheel almost reverently ran down the clothed globes of your ass, gritting out a groan at the simple touch. "Ngh, do you want me to..." he left the simple question of undressing you lingering in the air, a stupid question. An undeniably virgin question that nearly made Sakai snort into laughter. "Of course they do, don't you?" he grinned down at you almost condescendingly, eyes creasing above freckled warm cheeks as he grasped your chin, forcing eye contact at the uncomfortable position. The strangled noise of your pleasure sent shivers down Daiki's spine and straight down directly to his cock.

Wasting no time, he let the towel he held so tightly onto fall on the bed. Pursing his lips slightly, it was an embarrassingly erotic situation. His two best friends, him stark naked. Daiki's face tightened up even more as his cheeks felt warm; he had to give himself a couple strokes again to try and feel that hardness he had before, the performance anxiety biting at him. Hissing out curses under his breath, hand tightly wrapped around his engorged cock, giving a couple pumps. Smooth, uncircumcised, and far too heavy, his cock throbbed. "A-aah.. fuck.. I'll.. Here, I'll help you." He huffed, hands quickly dipping into your pants and pulling them down to your knees, bundling down onto the sheet of the bed. Good god. The sight of your puffy and sopping wet cunt was enough to take him out there, and then, he could barely swallow, as if his throat had been replaced with the Sahara desert. Adams's apple bobbing. "Hot..." He rasped. Inexperienced, thick fingers spread the sticky, wet folds apart, his fingers coated in pure arousal as he retracted them.

Sakai hummed lowly, hands threading through your hair as he pulled back, fingers slowly untangling themselves from your locks and onto his belt as he stepped back, almost stumbling against the wall. Craning his neck up to look at the view behind you the best he could. He couldn't help himself, giving a sneaky look to you, "You're leaking so much... Are you that turned on?." He sneered as his eyes went back to his belt, unbuckling it and freeing his aching cock finally. He had shown so much restraint up until now. Giving it a quick, hasty squeeze, he approached your face again. Cock jutting obscenely against your cheek, it was slender, thicker around the end, long and veiny. Something to indeed install freight into a drunken horny you. Fuck, you thought it could be at least a good 7 or so inches; Sakai packing such length wasn't really that much of a surprise. It looked like it could be barely half taken into your mouth, let alone its length. "Haah.. Open up now." he sighed softly, fingers teasingly pushing your thick bottom lip down, opening the wet expanse of your mouth. Without a second's notice, he slipped his cock in, feeling the warmth envelop his already intoxicated senses. You coughed, gagging onto the length, fuck, at this pace; you might even have your gag reflex fully triggered with how little the tall strawberry blonde male exhibited restraint at this moment.

He was all deep sighs, half giggle, half snorts. Fisting into your locks, he snickered out, "Ah.. ahehe, so cute.. ugh.. Barely can take my co-cock," he murmured, even as you tried to say something in return, maybe even tell him off for being such a dickhead, his hips bucked slightly, your nose squished up and pressed against his pelvic bone against coarse thin light pubes. "Haahh... What was that? I can't hear you.." It didn't help that Daiki was kneeling, elbows digging onto the bed behind you, lapping at your folds like a man starved of water. The darker-haired male's thick hands pumped his cock as he sucked at that very pinnacle of pleasure, toying and lapping at your oh-so-sensitive clit. It helped that he was a fast learner, going off purely the way your body arched and the muffled whines that could barely escape your occupied mouth. "Fuckin'... Gah.. i.." He could barely get out his words, low voice vibrating against your cunt.

Dark, bushy brows furrowed, brown eyes with those thick bottom eyelashes squinted as he barely could pull himself away. Daiki made quick work of pressing up against you, letting out soft murmurs of praise and groans at the sheer feeling of your smooth skin underneath him. It was utterly an out-of-body experience, alcohol amping up every feeling to a 100. "M'gonna... Gonna put it in, okay?" He rasped out as he shakily led his thick cock to that hypnotizing wet hole. First, the tip slowly slid in. It took every single inch of his strength to not rut into the heat, to just grasp your thighs from behind and fuck the sloppy cunt until he had filled you to the brim. But he couldn't. He also wanted you to feel good; he was almost anxiously aware of everything. "Ngh, feel good?" he whined out, well aware you couldn't answer with all that cock down your throat. Fuck, even the sight of you struggling to take both holes was unfathomably hot. Better than any single JAV or cheap porno mag he experienced. It was so tight, too fucking tight, the heat consuming him whole.

As he finally slid his length balls deep into your wet heat, he bottomed out instantly as he hit that sweet spot of your cervix, sending both of you into a stimulation overload. His lips pressed against your sweat-coated neck, moaning and whining as he sloppily kissed the smooth expanse of skin. The air was musky, stinking of pure sex, sweat, and beer. Sakai's own hips bucked against your mouth, snide teases and remarks leaving his mouth in incoherent babbles and giggles as he practically face-fucked you there and then. "fuckin' Oh.. nghh ah.. Your.. Your pussy.. S-so fuckin' good.. i.." The tanned male barely croaked out, his mind blank with warm pleasure.

God damn, Daiki could cum right there. No objection to it, even the thought of that slick wet cunt taking his load... "Ngh.. I think I'm gonna.. M'gonna Cum.." He whined out, words vibrating into the side of your sweat and spit-stained neck. The words alone snapped Sakai out of the mantra of your sloppy sweet mouth, and those whines, his brows furrowing slightly, an almost frustrated look across his freckle kissed face as he painstakingly ejected himself out of the wet expanse, giving you finally a moment to cough out and sputter out. "Ngh, Hey come on, get up," He grunted, getting a half-lidded stare from Daiki as he stayed still, buried inside you, chin snug against the crook of your neck. He could stay like this forever. Cock perfectly fit in those tight walls. "...what, man? I just..." Daiki trailed off, mind hazy. "Fine," he let out a groan as he slowly left that tight, snug hole. Sitting on his knees on the bed, chest heaving and body stained with sweat as he looked down onto the two, dark brown eyes clouded.

Being in front of you was somewhat nerve-wracking for Daiki. His lips were in a tight grimace as he felt your weight on his lap, his cock throbbing and all but forgotten. Laying idly against the outside of your folds. Being so close, face to face, practically nose to nose, was scary. "Shit, I... You look really good like this," He murmured, trying to occupy that awkward space where Sakai was discarding his clothes; yours had been long forgotten with the help of both men's hungry hands. "Can i.. uh.." He tilted his head down, damp, dark brown hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, looking at your perked-up nipples. Once he heard a murmur of agreement from you, his hands grasped them, rough steering wheel-worn thumbs rolling over the soft nipples so tenderly.

As the strawberry blonde made his way to the bed, facing Daiki in a similar fashion on his knees, a lengthy cock poked against your backside. "Now take Daiki first.." Sakai cooed out his instructions, Daiki's hands quickly fumbling to your waist, helping you up, and then... The gradual slide down to half his length. His thick, hefty cock throbbed and ached inside; Daiki instantly groaned out, shutting his eyes, his expression tight. "Taking... Me so... s-so well... hell.." he cursed through his teeth lowly, holding himself back from thrusting up fully. Slyly, Sakai edged further. Exposed pale, slim, and sweaty chest against your own sweat-coated back, pushing his rock-hard length to your near-full folds, letting out a sigh at the feeling of the sopping wet heat. Making himself comfortable into the crook of your neck, eyeing you up with that classic shit-eating smirk as he slowly pushed himself in, barely fitting with how much width Daiki was already taking up inside those sweet tight fleshy walls. "S-so greedy, Daiki..." Sakai hissed under his breath, obviously strained as he continued to edge up slowly, his own cock excessively rubbing up against Daiki's cock, and finally... The pop of his cockhead slipping in, alongside the rest of his length, near god damn instantly hitting to the hilt, Daiki's own cock quickly following as well finally after all that cockwarming.

All parties let out a strangled groan at the sheer pleasure; it was so overwhelmingly good. It was a feeling of fullness you could never get anywhere else, so full you felt like you could burst. Mismatched hands all over you, Daiki's firmly grasped around your hips, trying to pull you up and down their shared twitching lengths, trying to find more and more of that beautiful friction. Sakai's own all over you, one hand playing with your tender nipple and another coming down to toy and rub that needy bulb of your puffy clit. "Ngh... It is..." Sakai thrust up, earning a moan from the two, groaning to himself at the feeling of the throbbing cock practically frotting against Daiki's own, in the tight wet heat. "...It is a real treat.. Feeling you on top of.. us.." Every word was a damn near effort as if a tug of war with his own mind. The sloppy, wet, shameless noises echoed throughout the musky room; moans, groans, and the slap of skin against skin were as noisy as ever. Craning his neck further and pressing his chest further to your back, he came close to Daiki, taking him into a sloppy, dirty kiss, both groaning into it, tongues clashing, spit dribbling from each other's mouths. Stubble against a clean shaved face.

The two could barely take it, shamelessly rutting up into poor you, hitting your cervix to the point where you knew it'd be sore tomorrow. God, everywhere is gonna be sore tomorrow. A half-hearted whine left your lips as you were thoroughly fucked, feeling almost left out. Daiki left the sloppy kiss, taking a sharp breath before grasping the side of your sweat-stained face. "Gah.. Ngh, com- come here.." He croaked out, quickly replacing where Sakai's mouth was moments ago with your own.

Fuck. It was enough; it was far beyond the point of being enough. The shameless sight of it all finally sent both males over the edge, hitting that peak they so desperately grasped at. Ecstasy. Pure, unfiltered, and unadulterated ecstasy. Sakai arched his back, head thrown back as he cried out, hips sloppily thrusting up and down. whilst Daiki nearly spasmed in place, body raked with pleasure as he whined and whimpered. Hot, thick, and creamy ropes shot up your cunt, filling it up far too much to the point where it obscenely dripped out onto all of you three. You edged out of the kiss, both of your lips parted open ever so slightly, gasping, a trail of saliva between you two.

Reeling, Sakai was the first to fall back to the pillows, slipping out and letting most of the cum spurt out of you, chest heaving and a starstruck smile across his face as he laid there. Then quickly came you and Daiki, his grip on your light, but it was still there, comforting and unrelenting. His own flaccid cock slipped out, his head hitting the pillows as you were practically sandwiched between the two. Sakai was weakly laughing to himself about its sheer absurdity, and Daiki firmly held you to his chest as he quickly found slumber.

It was messy, sweaty, dirty... Shameless and undoubtedly was going to affect you all later on, but... As you snuggled deeper into Daiki, Sakai curled up close as well, sneaking a kiss against your shoulder; you couldn't help but think amusedly;

That's a tomorrow's problem.

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