“Eww don’t ship them ! They’re just friends/ they hate each other/ they barely have any interaction/they never even met/they’re not from the same series !”
Pussy. Back in my days, we shipped Elsa and Jack Frost to hell and back because they were both ice themed.
“I’m so happy for the two of you. Truly.” Higuruma’s eyes are lidded with lust as he laps at your pussy, arms hooked around your spread thighs. He’s prone on the pressed sheets of the hotel bed, grinding down into the mattress as he tastes you. “You’re a beautiful couple. Especially from this angle.”
You can’t help but shy away from his praise. Hiromi has seen you from between the plush of your thighs many times before, but he’s so adoring in his gaze that it almost feels wrong. You turn, hide your face in the big arm of your fiancé, who is sat behind you; your bare back to his clothed chest.
“Come on, hon,” Nanami tsks. “Use your manners. Tell Hiromi thank you.”
“Thank you,” you breathe out shakily. You aren’t sure if your cheeks or cunt is more heated with need. “Thank you, Hiromi.”
This isn’t the first time that Kento has let Hiromi fuck you while he watched — you’ve been doing this for years now, meeting in the late evening to be passed between them like a borrowed book — but it will be the last.
Tomorrow, you’ll be Mrs. Nanami, and in the name of settling down, you and your husband-to-be have decided that your weekly trysts with his best friend are better left in the past. A fond memory to look back on from before you were married, when you were young and wild and did crazy things like fuck other people.
But you’re about to make a vow of complete devotion to each other, so one last time for nostalgia’s sake it will be.
Higuruma focuses on your pussy again, and lets out a long, breathless moan as he drags his flattened tongue from your hole to your clit. He collects the copious amount of arousal that drools out of you, uses it to help his tongue glide over your clit in the firm up-and-down motion you didn’t know you loved until he started doing.
He’s always been a messier eater than Nanami. When you were in college, and this was just a sneaky experiment between friends, they used to fight over who could make you cum quicker with their tongue. It was their version of a sex bet; when the guys in frats would compete with body count, they would compete with your body. Whoever got you to the edge in better time got you under the desk when they were studying next. Being respective law and business majors meant they had many study hours to fight for.
Hiromi almost always won. Not for Kento’s lack of skill — you’re marrying him after all — but because Hiromi had a certain penchant to using his tongue that your boyfriend could never quite replicate. He could pull you apart at the seams in no time, and his skills have only gotten better with time and age.
The tip of his nose bumps your clit as he dips back down to your hole, pushing the tip of his tongue inside and looking up to meet your eyes. His lips tighten, white teeth flash in a smile as he ogles the state you’re in.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Nanami’s chest rumbles as he speaks, sending vibrations into your back. His low tenor has your hips grinding up, swiping your clit against the ridge of Hiromi’s nose. “She’ll look so perfect in white tomorrow.”
Hiromi hums in agreement, not wasting his words on what you already know he agrees with. He’ll be right there at Nanami’s side — his best man — watching him marry the woman he fucked to tears the night before. There’s a grin pulling at his busy lips.
Your fiancé kisses your neck, holding your waist with his hot hands. It’s always turned him on to have you against him, wholly naked, as his clothes stay on. It’s a dynamic thing, maybe. Or he just likes your body.
Best of both worlds. You can feel the ridge of his hard cock through the comfy sweats he wears; a casual choice for such a highly-strung man. It throbs against your back, twitching each time his best friend pulls a decent moan from your throat. He’s never been jealous with Hiromi — just… horny.
Especially when he gets you all worked up like this. You writhe against him, whining when he reaches around to tweak your nipples between his fingers. You’re so close to coming that Nanami can practically feel you vibrating, unable to keep still with all of that pleasure coursing through your veins. It’s a nice reprieve from the stress of wedding planning.
When you reach your peak, you cum with a beautiful cry that Hiromi is going to miss very sorely once this arrangement of yours is over. He tries to hide the way he humps the mattress, a few strokes away from cumming in his briefs at just the taste of you, but he knows that at least Nanami catches on.
He can’t be blamed. You’re such an experience.
Hiromi plants a sweet kiss right to your throbbing clit as you calm down, a knowing smile on his face. He straightens up and palms his hard length through his underwear before peeling them down from the waistband. His cock, eager and weeping at the tip, springs free.
“Ready for me, beauty?”
The nickname pulls a smile to your lips. Memories of times just like these, caught between your boyfriend and his best friend as they decide who’s gonna do what to you next, flash at the forefront of your mind. God, you’ll miss this.
“Mhm,” you nod, settling back against Nanami’s chest a little higher. Your fiancé spreads a hand over your stomach, fingers tapping against your skin in a lazy rhythm. Tap tap tap. A reminder that he’s there and willing.
“Good,” Hiromi pumps his cock once, twice, and then presses his tip against your entrance with a hiss of air through his teeth. He drags himself upwards to your clit, kissing it with his cockhead, and then back down. “You are divine.”
“Smooth talker,” Nanami chuckles from behind you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Trying to steal my girl, Higuruma?”
Hiromi nods, cheeky. “From day one.”
He slides into you, nice and slow to allow you to adjust to his girth. He’s thicker than Nanami, albeit a touch shorter, so you have to get used to the stretch when you take him. By the time he’s fully sheathed inside of you, your skin is alight with need. He fills you out so well, balls pressing against your ass as he tests his depths with a groan.
Your back arches away from Nanami’s chest as you take the cock of his long-time best friend. It’s symbolic in its own right, as is the way he pulls you back to his chest and grounds you with a kiss to your shoulder. You exhale, part your lips, and let yourself be sandwiched by two men who love you, and your body, and sharing it between them.
Hiromi kisses you, brings one hand up to cup the side of your face as your head is pushed back into your fiancé’s chest. His lips move messily against yours, the taste of his last meal between your thighs still evident on his tongue as he runs it over yours. He explores the crevices of your mouth, lets himself become acquainted with each of your teeth that’ll gleam white in your wedding photos tomorrow.
And he tries not to think about it, how this will be the last time he’s inside of you. He agreed with a dutiful nod and respectable handshake to Nanami when you mentioned settling down after marriage, devoting yourselves to each other. It’s not like he hasn’t been on dates, taken the occasional tryst home to lay between his dark sheets. He’s had his fill, and you belong to Nanami first and foremost.
Still, he speaks low against your lips. “I miss you already.”
You whine a little, wiggle your hips as he starts to slowly pull out of you, just to slowly push back in. “Me too.”
“Both of us,” Nanami’s hold on your hips tightens as he speaks, looking at his best friend over your head. “I do love this view.”
“So you’ve said,” he laughs, taking a better grip of your thighs to guide your legs around his waist. “I hope you know I’ll never let you get away with anything now. I’ll have a thousand different anecdotes, and I’ll use them generously.” He puts a faux-pretentious voice on; “Well, Kento, considering I have slept with your wife...”
The rumble of your fiancé’s laughter is strong against your back. He reaches around your body to flick the side of Hiromi’s head, which earns him a sharp look in turn. Hiromi throbs inside of you, his hips still, and you roll your eyes.
“Come on,” you whine. “I need you, Hiromi.”
That zeroes him in. He’s raking his eyes over your face with a quirked lip, and nodding. “Course, beauty. I’m sorry, let’s get you taken care of.”
He picks up his pace, rolling his hips in a nice rhythm that doesn’t overwhelm you, but lets you sit in the pleasure that taking his cock allows for. Your legs, locked tight around his waist, start to tremble a little as he finds a good pace. The metrical drag and pull of his cock inside of you has the colours of this hotel room looking more vivid; each vein and ridge of his cock works together to stimulate you into bliss.
Hiromi fucks you with such a fever that each thrust into you has you rocking back against Kento’s cock. He’s groaning low in your ear, trying not to make a mess of his sweats and instead revel in yours and Hiromi’s last time together, but his mission is futile.
“Shit,” you can feel him from behind you, grinding against your back even as he’s supposed to be playing spectator. “You’re killing me here, baby.”
Hiromi can’t even muster up something smart to retort. He’s already growing pussydrunk, too distracted with your body to give a shit what his friend is doing behind you. He’s ducking down to lick and nip at your neck, using all his willpower not to leave marks for you to wear on your wedding day.
God, he wants to claim you in any way he can. Filling you up with his spill will have to do.
He chases his orgasm with a quick pace and even meaner thrusts. You watch the lines of his face contort and tighten as his release nears, the pulsing of his cock inside of you grasses on his pleasure. It’s with a kiss to your lips that he finally cums, filling you up dutifully with a raw moan straight from his chest.
Though he doesn’t stop there — even when his balls are emptied inside of you, dick oversensitive and sore with use. He keeps going, jaw clenched, until you join him at your peak.
“You don’t have to,” you lift a hand up to scratch through the hairs at his nape. “You’re sore, baby.”
The nickname alone is nearly enough to make him cum again. He shakes his head, ignoring the knowing laughter from your fiancé behind you. “No, no I’m fine. I want to feel you finish around me. That okay?”
You can only smile. “Yeah. That’s okay.”
So, even through his overstimulation, he fucks you right to the edge. With rolling hips and shaky hands, he brings you right to that beautiful cliffside and starts peppering kisses all over your face as you’re pushed over the edge. A kiss to your nose as you gasp, beneath your eyes as they roll back, to the corner of your lips as they part and moan.
It’s all too much for all three of you. Hiromi groans as you squeeze his cock, tighter than you’ve held him in a long time. Kento rests his forehead on your shoulder from behind, the friction and sight before him finally too much to refuse as he cums in his pants with a lurch forward. You’re seeing stars, beautiful behind your eyelids.
And when you finally calm down, as Hiromi slips out of you and collapses down beside you two, there’s a long stretch of silence that encompasses the three of you.
Nanami is the first to speak, thumb drawing circles over your hip. “I… wouldn’t be opposed to adding a clause to our vows.”
“A clause?” You lift your head.
Your fiancé nods, looking from you to his best friend. Best man. The man he’s shared you with since forever. “Yes,” he looks back at you. “One to include the homewrecker. Married life doesn’t have to be boring, does it?”
Hiromi, the homewrecker, snorts. He rests an arm over the two of you and exhales into the pillow.
“Thank god. I was getting ready to object at the wedding.”
and that ends cuck week !!!!!! im going to turn these threes uni endeavours into a little series because i got inspired hurrah
ʚ cont: fem reader, threesome, oral (f!r), double penetration, praise, dirty talk, teasing, pet names (sweetheart, honey), established relationship
ʚ note: the winner of my fic give away @reivunzwho i hope you enjoy!! >.<
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
“How did you two meet?” Higuruma asked, caressing your thigh with his thumb. The sensation sent tingles down your spine, making you all too aware of your body.
“We uh, we went to the same Jujutsu Tech school.” You answered.
“She was one year my junior.” Nanami answered from behind. You nodded, lips parting when his hand curled around your hip.
Higuruma grabbed your chin, tilting your gaze upwards and away from the large hands caressing your body. “Such a small world, isn’t it?” He asked you, smirking at the lust in your eyes.
Higuruma was never one to bring friends home after work, but the new guy at the office–Nanami Kento, was too similar in personality to pass up a friendship with. The two had been going for drinks every couple days, and when you texted Higuruma telling him you missed him and wanted him near, he decided to bring the drinks home.
Unbeknownst to you, the Nanami he was bringing home was the same Nanami you had a crush on in all four years of school. Never was anything acted upon, but you had spent more than a single night fantasizing about the man who currently held you between his legs, his chest to your back.
He was so much larger than he was all those years ago. Even his hands had grown for christ sake, and all of it was too much.
“What was she like as a student?” Higuruma asked, deft fingers working on the buttons of your shirt. He spoke to Nanami over his shoulder like he wasn’t currently undressing you.
Nanami hummed thoughtfully, hands slipping along your thigh, using a single finger to drag the skirt upwards. His touch burned your skin, goosebumps rising in his wake. “A troublemaker, and a bit of a headache–but good.” He answered, “strong, she always carried the burden of the others around her.”
A warm buzz hummed through your body at the praise. You hardly realized your bra covered breasts were out now as Higuruma dragged your shirt down your arms.
Nanami made a sound behind you that made you preen. “So beautiful.” You gasped at the closeness, not realizing he had gotten so close. “Even more distracting than before.”
His words made you give pause. You didn’t think Nanami cared about anything other than going to classes and doing lessons. But he noticed you? A heady rush raced to your head.
“She is a beautiful thing, isn’t she?” Higuruma agreed, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra with practiced ease. You sighed when you felt the tension around your torso release, your breasts free. “I am so lucky to have such a strong, beautiful wife to come home to every night, and wake up to every morning.” He bragged.
Nanami hummed, agreeing. His hands had reached the tops of your thighs now, and he gripped the tops on either of them and parted them with ease. “Yes, she is very reactive as well.”
Higuruma smiled proudly, sliding your bra down your arms and exposing your breasts. His eyes fell to the mounds, admiring them with lust and love in his eyes. “Do you want to show him how reactive you are for me, sweetheart?” He asked.
Your throat bobbed, but you nodded. A smile found his lips. “And is he allowed to touch? Are you comfortable with that?”
You nodded again.
A kiss was placed by your ear, and you gasped. “Tell me to stop at any time, and I will. I would never want to make you uncomfortable.” With your given consent, his hands slid under your thighs and cradled them, causing you to fall back in his arms when he leaned back with your legs spread, exposing you.
Your hands shot out behind you, gripping his forearms. “Fuck, sorry.”
You could hear the smile in Nanami’s voice when he spoke, “you can touch me, too, honey.” That nickname from his lips. You felt liquid heat pool behind your panties.
The familiar feel of Higuruma’s hands on you made you look between your too spread thighs, spread over Kento’s knees. Hiromi was on his stomach on the couch, jacket discarded and his undershirt unbuttoned to the third, exposing his muscled chest. His eyes looked behind you at Nanami, “You will never see a prettier cunt, Kento.” He promised.
You held your breath as he hooked his fingers in your panties and pulled them down, exposing you for the both of them bit by bit. Nanami groaned behind you, looking over your shoulder while simultaneously spreading your legs more. “Fuck…” He cursed quietly, but you felt the heat of it on the side of your face. “Spread her lips for me.”
Higurma did, using his thumbs to open you up. The expression on his face was clouded, lust filled, his eyes were low and his face was flushed, he looked like he did before he came. This was clearly working him up as much as it was you.
“Taste her, taste her pretty pussy and tell me it’s as sweet as it looks.” Nanami’s voice saying such vulgar words should be a sin, it certainly felt like it. You arched your back into him, squeezing around nothing when you felt the proof of his arousal under you. It felt big.
Higuruma stuck out his tongue dramatically, looking at you from under his long dark lashes before his tongue found your clit. You sucked in a sharp breath when he flattened his tongue and shook his head back and forth, lavishing your clit with attention before his plush lips wrapped around the bud and he sucked–hard.
You cried, turned your head to Nanami’s neck and screamed. He grunted when you wiggled on him, unable to handle the onslaught of pleasure. “You really should stop moving.” He whispered. “How is he meant to eat properly if you keep moving around?”
You gasped, looking up at him. The tips of his ears were red. “It feels so good.” You cried.
He nodded, leaning down, hovering his lips over yours. Your cunt pulsed at the closeness, and wetness dripped onto the eager tongue between your legs, which was lapped up with an eager moan. “I know it does, sweetheart, he looks good with his tongue. Would a kiss make it better? Would it distract you from his tongue ravishing you?”
God his words. You hardly got the first nod out before his lips were on yours. You expected his kiss to be slow and passionate, but he was rushed and you could taste the arousal in his kiss. Two tongues lashed between your lips, dizzying you.
Nanami grunted against your lips, and his hands tightened under your thighs. You were about to pull away when you felt something wet and hard hit your bare thigh.
“Don’t stop.” Higuruma ordered, voice heady. “Good girl, keep sucking his tongue. Yes… Yes, that's it.” Something pressed against your entrance, something big.
“Higuruma-” Nanami gasped between kisses.
Your husband shushed him, and you tightened your entrance when you felt the head of a cock against it. “I know how bad you want this.” He said, “please her, please my wife from the inside while I suck her pretty clit.”
Nanami was breathing heavier against you now, his back rising and falling quickly. You shuttered when his cock was pushed inside you–what felt like five inches shoving in all at once before the rest of him slid in more gradually. The both of you groaned simultaneously at the intrusion, and Nanami thrust his hips up, pressing himself balls deep against you.
The pressure was intense, it felt like someone was pushing your stomach from the inside. But he was also pressing on a sweet spot inside you that made your eyes roll to the back of your head. “My dreams paled in comparison to how amazing you feel.” Nanami groaned against you. “So tight, honey, you feel perfect.
Higruma groaned, and you whined when his lips suctioned around your clit again, before he popped off just as quickly. “I changed my mind.” He said.
Nanami’s lips disconnected from yours, and you leaned in to kiss Higuruma. Nanami was still inside you, but you could feel him twitch and throb against your walls with need. You tasted yourself on your husband's tongue, moaning with him before he pulled away and looked at you with the most loving expression.
The clinking of a belt made you turn your gaze down, to where he was undoing his belt with a single hand. “Do you think you can take us both?” He asked, “in here?” he tapped your clit before rubbing two fingers around the base of Nanami’s cock where you were stretched around him, you both groaned at the feeling.
You shook your head, mouth opening and closing dumbly. “I-I don’t know, I’ve never taken that much before.”
Higuruma nodded, “I know, sweetheart.” His hands caressed your face and you leaned into the touch like a kitten. “But do you want to try? Hm?”
You did, so badly, but you were afraid of being split in half in the process. Nanami and Higurma were around the same side, Nanami having more length where Hiromi had girth. Though, you had been cockwarming Nanami for some time now, and could feel yourself adjusting as the seconds went by.
“We will take it slow. Careful.” Nanami encouraged from behind.
That was the last push you needed before you nodded. “ALright, good girl. We’ll take care of you.” Hiromi whispered, locking his lips with yours, distracting you while he lifted your right leg over his shoulder. It was a stretch, and it burned at first, but quickly dissolved when the angle made Nanami’s cock bump into something sweet deep inside you. Each time Hiromi moved, it rubbed that spot.
“Careful, she feels like she’s going to cum. She is twitching around me like crazy” Nanami said behind you as Higruma lined himself up.
Hirimi raised his eyebrows. “Is that so? Are you close, my love?” You nodded frantically, leaning into Nanami’s neck when your husband pressed two fingers inside you along with Nanami’s cock and stretched you. It felt impossibly tight, and it burned, but the sensation blurred with the pleasure he was giving you when someone's thumb rubbed your clit in soft circles with firm pressure.
“You’re doing very well.” Nanami praised, making you whine. Higruma had three fingers now, and was thrusting himself against where you and Nanami were connected. Kisses peppered your neck. “Relax, loosen yourself around me.”
You held your breath, fighting the urge to tense when you felt your husband press the head of his cock against you. You were unable to resist when his head popped inside along with Nanami. “Yes- Yes, my love, I’m in.” He smiled, hands cradling your face. You hadn’t realized tears were falling down your face. “You did it, you did so well.” He was sliding in as you spoke, and it burned.
Nanami made a pained sound behind you, muttering the word “tight”, and you felt him twitch rapidly. His nails dug into your skin as he held himself back.
Higuruma was nearly fully seated inside you when Nanami pulled back, making you shutter. “We’re going to move now, slow at first, okay? That okay, honey?” Hiromi asked.
You nodded through a cry of pleasured pain. Higuruma pushed into the hilt then as Nanami pulled nearly all the way out. A purely male sound spilled from his lips. “I’m not going to last inside you.”
Higuruma laughed, the sound strained when he pushed back in. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and your legs shook when they continued to rub against that sweet spot. The pressure was so intense, it was so fucking much, you had never felt so full. “I’m not going to last either, you- you both feel so warm.”
“And she’s so wet.” Nanami added, quickening the rubbing on your clit. You had no time to warn them you were cumming before you clamped down on them and shattered.
Both men grunted loudly, groaning and gasping as your walls shuttered and milked around them. Your mind was elsewhere then, no longer one with the earth. Through it all though, they didn’t stop moving.
“Good fucking girl, good girl.”
“Wet our cocks, god- that feels so good.”
“So pretty when she finishes too, what a sweetheart.”
“It’s dripping down my balls… God, that was a big one.”
Their praise and words melded into one, their voices unidentifiable as you were now putty in their hands for them to mold, and mold they did.
Their thrusts got harder then, and you screamed when they synced up and both slammed inside your too tight cunt. “I love this.” Hiromi groaned, burying his face in your neck. His body crushed yours, your pebbled nipples rubbing against his coarse shirt.
You nodded, tears running furiously down your cheeks now. Your entire body vibrated and shook now, you had no control over it.
Nananmi panted behind you, kissing and biting your ear lobe, making your eye twitch. “Where do you want me?” He asked breathlessly, thrusts faltering.
You already knew Hiromi was going to finish inside you, as he always did–and you wanted Nanami too as well. You were on the pill, and something about being filled with both their cum set you off.
“Inside.” You whined, tightening around them to emphasize your words.
Nanami released an inhuman groan, and stilled. His thighs shook violently under you, and you felt him release inside you first. Everything was so hot and wet, and Higuruma kept thrusting, working you both over. “Agh- I can feel it- fuck, fuck it’s so warm honey, so- so warm.” Higuruma was rambling now, dizzy with his impending high.
Nanami’s abs jerked and his body contracted around yours when he came down from his high but kept being stimulated with Higuruma’s thrusting. “God-” He moaned long and drawn out.
Higurma grunted. “I’m going to cum, sweetheart. Gonna fill you up with Nanami, and you’re going to take it like my good little wife, aren't you?”
You nodded vigorously, gripping the back of his neck and pulling his forehead to yours while your nails dug into Nanami’s forearm.
“Such a good girl, my sweet wife-” His words cut off with his orgasm, and he stilled. He jerked above you, moans and grunts spilling from his throat as he spilled inside you. Nanami groaned behind you, eyes rolling back in his head at the feeling of his cock being flooded around with cum.
His body buzzed when he came down, and he smiled against your lips as he took your mouth, whispering how good you were, how pretty you looked.
Neither of them pulled out, keeping you warm and stuffed save for the trickle of their arousal you felt spill out between you–which seemed absurd because of how full you were. But for the most part, they were plugging you up good.
“So, Nanami? She is a reactive thing, isn’t she?” Higuruma asked.
He kissed your cheek, creating a loud smacking sound. “Incredibly so, and she takes everything so well.”
