content: f!reader. MDNI! this is straigh p*rn kinda. established relationship (tachihara). threesome. friendly competition. bj, cunnilingus, plenty of praise, pet names (baby, angel), some degradation (slut), rough sex, and some fluff <3
a/n: im sry ive been gone for so long but i missed you all and im so grateful for those who have been checking up on me <3 this is for my tachi gang it took me so long to write and i was working on it before my hiatus so i hope its ok >.<!
summary: sharing is caring... sometimes ♡
"Don't be so rough with her, Jōno," your boyfriend warns as he helps you ease into the mattress. "This is her first time doing something like this." You nod up at Jōno who, up close, is bit taller than you remembered and a lot scarier than you anticipated. You flinch as he reaches for you, having heard rumors of him being the most sadistic of the Hunting Dogs, but to your surprise his touch is completely harmless, maybe even gentle. He twirls a strand of your hair around a gloved finger, then laughs softly, amused by your frightened expression as you ease onto your back hesitantly.
He scoffs at Tachihara's words, tossing his gloves aside nonchalantly. You watch the white articles fall to the floor as he approaches, his lips curved in a coy smile. “I'll do what I want with her,” he says dismissively, and you can hear his bell earring chime as he shifts his weight on top of you, wedging your thighs apart with his knee. "Now, relax," he whispers, pale hands skimming along the collar of your blouse.
You shrink slightly at Jōno's touch, flashing an anxious glance toward Tachihara– but your boyfriend's warm hands soothe you, slender fingers stroking the side of your cheek reassuringly. Jōno pauses, waiting for a signal to continue. "Don't worry, baby," your boyfriend murmurs, glaring at his counterpart. "I'll keep him in check. You just tell me when it's too much. Okay, angel?"
"You heard him," Jōno repeats, voice mocking. "He'll keep me in check."
The warmth of Jōno's breath along your neck is tempting. His fingers dance along the hem of your shirt and you shiver, shy to his unfamiliar touch. "You can kiss me if you'd like," he whispers, voice low as his lips tease your ear, his hand caressing the side of your neck. "I promise I'll play extra nice."
You glance at Tachihara for permission before you let Jōno capture your lips. Then, it's complete surrender. He sweeps his tongue into your mouth, guiding your arms around his broad shoulders, then adjusts you into his lap. You feel him reach for the base of your neck to seal your lips tighter against his. To your surprise, he's as gentle as he promised. "Ah, you're a good girl, aren't you?" he breathes, pulling away and leaving you gasping. "–and excited already, huh?" he smirks. "Shame all these clothes are in the way."
"Let's take these off, angel," Tachihara whispers, and you can feel your boyfriend's arms wrap around your shoulders from behind, unbuttoning your blouse. "Look at me, baby," he coos, lips on the nape of your neck. He tilts your chin toward him, collapsing his lips onto yours. "Let Jōno see what's all mine before I let him have you." You could swear you see him glare at his counterpart possessively from the corner of his eye.
It's embarrassing– you never thought you'd end up in a position like this, but here you are. When your boyfriend is done undoing your blouse, his hands are all over you, and your breasts are bare for the both of them as Tachihara discards your shirt on the floor. "Fuck, baby," he groans, and you can tell how hot he's getting just from watching you squirm under his touch. "Look at you. You're fucking perfect– god, and you fit so well in my hands."
You gasp when Tachihara steals you away, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his lap so you're straddling him instead. "She’s perfect, Jōno– isn’t she?”
"She is," you're surprised to hear him whisper behind you– gentle affirmation instead of scoffing disdain– and when you turn to him, all you find is Jōno observing you closely, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, lips pursed. He wants his turn with you. Tachihara grins at Jōno’s envy, snatching your attention back with a deep kiss and pulling you in by your throat.
"Don't tell me you want his attention more than mine now?" he teases, fingers running through your hair. You feel your head spin as he forces you to glance back at Jōno– "Look how pathetically hard he is just from watching you get hot from me. Don't you think you should help him out a little?"
With a soft 'mhm,' you get on your knees. It's not a moment more before your nimble fingers are reaching for him, jostling his belt. "Mm, so eager," Jōno muses, chuckling to himself as you stare up at him with waiting eyes. "What happened to that shy girl from just a few minutes ago?"
You glance away, blushing at his words. "Ah, I didn't say stop– did I?" he corrects you, pressing the pad of his thumb to your chin. You shake your head in apology, continuing to undress him. "Such a sweet face..." You can feel your heart in your chest as he traces your cheek, finger circling around the plump of your lips. "To think I'd see Tachihara's girl make such a sexy face," he whispers lowly, discarding his belt on the floor.
It’s wet and hot– heat flushed to the tip that's pearled with precum, pulsing in the palm of your hand. You thought you'd be more hesitant to touch him, but something about Jōno is so enticing and delicious. He melts into your mouth, warm on your tongue. Could this sadist be like any other man after all?
It curves slightly, unlike that of your boyfriend, a different feeling in your throat as you take it until you gag. Then, you feel his fingers meshing in your hair. Beautiful, pale fingers that push the tendrils away from your face, then grab you by your cheeks. You let out a slight ‘eek’ as he forces you to gaze up at him, his face stern. “You like being a little slut, don’t you?” he mutters, voice slightly strained. “I would have never fucking guessed it.”
Then come his moans… These sounds you’ve never heard from him, so raw and exciting. Sounds that get caught in his throat as he shoves himself into your throat until you choke– “How long have you… been thinking about this?” he questions, biting back a gasp, and you watch as a grin spreads across his lips with every thrust. “Taking me so fucking well– you ever… think about me when you and Tachihara fuck–…?”
– "Shut up," your boyfriend snaps. "Look at that, baby. You sucked him so well, he got a little ego boost," he scoffs. "Why don't you come here and let me give you a reward, instead?" After a beckoning you with a few pats on the mattress, you join Tachihara in the bed timidly, much to Jōno's irritation. Immediately, you find yourself wrapped lovingly in your boyfriend's arms. You ease back into the firmness of his chest as he nestles into your neck, pampering you with kisses as he flashes Jōno an arrogant grin. "Mm, I know, baby, Jōno's selfish, isn't he?" he sighs, glaring at his comrade. "You did too good, angel."
His hand cupping your heat, you succumb to your boyfriend, body curling into him as you mewl out his name. "Ha, is my girl that much a slut she got that wet for another man?" he muses, fingers reaching into panties to dip into your folds, voice a soft hum in your ear as you bury your face into his neck. Your body shudders as you feel him collect arousal on his fingertips, then feel him plunge his fingers deep inside you unprovoked. “Liar…” he scoffs as you shake your head frantically to prove him wrong, "– but I'll always fuck you better and you know that."
Now, it's Tachihara getting on his knees, pinning your hips down on the mattress and throwing your thighs over his shoulders– and if there's anything to be said about your boyfriend when it comes to oral, it's that he's a messy eater, and the most eager to have you make a mess out of him. You can feel his hands grip your hips so tightly, breath hot against your flesh as he brings his mouth against your aching cunt.
"Come on, don't be shy," you hear him groan, "I know how dirty you really are." His voice is tempting, his kisses hungry as they travel down your thigh. Your heart pounds– you’re holding your breath, then curling your fist around messy auburn hair when you feel him bury his face into you and lap you up. Then, it’s all spilling out of you shamelessly, words that you'd never dare to say in front of anyone except your boyfriend. Meanwhile, Jōno is in awe as his image of you distorts, as you beg for Tachihara to fuck you senselessly into oblivionm. "Ah, that's more like it– that's my girl," your boyfriend smirks as he laps you up. “So dirty for me.”
Then, as he stands from his place on the floor, you listen for the sound of his belt and the rustling of his slacks as he positions himself above you. "I'm gonna put it in, baby. That okay?" You nod, realizing this whole time that he's only been a spectator to you and Jōno.
You wait, lips pursed as he guides himself inside you. You’ve done this with him so many times before, but every time just feels so good. That perfect thickness that stretches you out so deliciously– and you swallow his cock up completely as it pushes past your slick folds, moaning out for him and reaching instinctuvely for your boyfriend’s hands. “Don’t make that cute face at me,” he murmurs as you blink up at him to find that compulsory, half-grin on his face. “Not in front of Jōno. That face is for me, only,” he whispers, palm stroking the side your cheek.
Then, glancing toward his counterpart, he muses out loud, "Speaking of which, I should probably let Jōno get some of this too, right?"
There's a long pause of silence. Then, abruptly, you're tossed onto your knees and pushed firmly into the mattrress– "Never."
You feel Tachihara's fingertips dig into the plush of your ass, then you feel him grab you by your hips and slam you hard and fast against him. "You're fucking mine. I'm gonna be the one to cum inside you."
Then, the void is filled with nothing but pants of 'Michi, yes, yes, yes,' and it's no one but the two of you– and you can hardly remember what it feels like to be empty, to not be filled by him, what form your body takes when it's not wrapped around his length– his complete ownership of your body as he pulls the entirety of himself out only to shove himself back inside with just as much vigor. You can hardly remember what it's like to not be filled by him. What form your body takes when it's not wrapped around his length.
"Fuck," you hear, his voice ragged and heavy in your ear. His fingers curl around the base of your neck as he manipulates your body, standing you up, so you can kiss him one more time before you fall apart in his arms. "You want it, baby? You want my cum?"– it's the last thing you hear before you unravel– that and the sound of your own muffles cries, stammers of his name as his fingers seek you between the legs, then the beautiful sound of Tachihara's own moans against your neck, so sweet as he shudders into you. "Fuck, yes, take me," he groans, then you feel him collapse against your back.
"You're a fucking sadist... You might even be worst than me." Jōno mutters. "I guess your time in Port Mafia wasn't a complete waste, after all."
"Please," Tachihara scoffs, pushing his hair back with an exhausted sigh. Then, he chuckles warmly, reaching for your head to rustle your hair with gentle fingers. "It has nothing to do with that and everything to do with her."
author ps: im not caught up in the bsd chapters so forgive me for inaccuracies... also my first time doing pwop so forgive me!! T_<
