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Just as Chiaki is booting up a new game, the door to the apartment opens.
“Welcome home,” she calls.
The way the footsteps sound as they approach her tells her exactly who it is.
“It’s great to be home, my love,” Nagito says, sitting beside her and instantly getting comfortable. And by getting comfortable, she means latching onto her arm and nuzzling into her neck. “Is this the game you were excited about this morning?”
“Mhm. I haven’t played a horror game in a long time.” She starts up the game. As the opening cutscene plays, she continues talking. “It uses a new blood physics system which is supposed to be super realistic.”
“Ah.” His voice turns unreadable. Amusement rises in Chiaki’s chest, and she kisses his cheek. “Mmm, I love you too. How long do you think you’ll be playing?”
“I dunno. I’ll take a break during dinner.”
He chuckles. “Good thing it’s Hajime’s turn to make it. Now I can watch you play.”
“You really want to?” She smiles.
“Of course. How could I resist, after hearing someone as cute as you gush about blood?”
“Blood physics,” she corrects, booping his nose.
“Ahaha, yes, my mistake.”
His weight against her is a very welcome addition to the gaming experience. Even if she’d prefer his head settled right on her sternum. She quickly becomes engrossed in the game, only paying attention to Nagito when he says something or makes a noise at the gore. His little squeaks and groans are very cute. And she tells him as such.
“I’m glad you’re finding amusement in my suffering,” he says, completely genuine. She pulls him into a long kiss. “A lot of amusement, I see.”
“No. I just felt like kissing you.”
“Potato, po-tah-to.”
Suddenly, Chiaki gasps. “Oh, I recognize this scene. It was in all the trailers.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she sees him hesitantly glance up at the TV. The protagonist is being choked out by the woman who was supposedly his friend. Of course, he just found out she was actually being impersonated, and now she’s trying to kill him. Chiaki briefly thinks that if they wanted to keep this as a big twist, they shouldn’t have put it in all the trailers. But it’s also well-animated, so she understands. His choking noises are disturbingly realistic. It doesn’t affect Chiaki much since it’s all fake, but Nagito sounds like he’s not enjoying the experience.
The protagonist finally fights back, stabbing the impersonator in the face. Blood pours out of her forehead. Nagito winces dramatically.
“Ooh, the blood even changes color,” Chiaki says, excitement building within her. “Very realistic. As promised.”
After a big battle with the woman, there’s another cutscene before the game calms down. Chiaki looks at Nagito to make sure the blood hasn’t affected him too badly.
His cheeks are red.
“Oh, no.” She pauses the game and puts a hand to his forehead. His health has gotten much better in recent years, but sometimes he still has flare-ups. Still, the only part of his face that’s warm is his cheeks, so it doesn’t seem like she needs to worry. “Why are you blushing? What happened?”
“A-ah, no reason,” he says.
She eyes him skeptically. “I don’t believe you. You don’t blush easily.” He looks away. The blush on his cheeks grows even stronger.
“You caught me.” He laughs sheepishly. “I, uh…”
As he shifts, her eyes are drawn to the movement of his legs. The tent at his crotch tells her everything.
“I see.” She sets the controller as far away from them as she can and leans over him. “And why are you hard right now?”
“That’s—” He bites his lip, eyes fluttering. “I may or may not have reacted in an unexpected way to seeing that guy get choked out.”
She blinks slowly. “You’re into that?”
“I was surprised, too,” he says. “Having you next to me certainly helped. I imagined it was you over me, and…”
“And you really liked it,” she finishes. He nods. “Hm, well, I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to choke you directly. I don’t know how to do it safely, after all.”
He frowns. “Ah. That makes sense, but I am a bit disappointed, I must admit.”
She frowns as well, but it’s because she’s thinking deeply. She doesn’t know a lot about choking, but there must be some other, safer way to fulfill this fantasy of his.
The answer comes to her all at once. “Maybe I could use a pillow.”
“A pillow?”
“Yeah. I could just… smother you.” She stretches to grab one and holds it up. “You could probably breathe easier. And it’d be less work for me.”
Nagito chuckles. “All of that is true.”
She looks up and hums. “And you could squeeze my wrists if you needed me to stop.” His eyes are sparkling at the idea, and she can’t help but giggle. “I’ll take that to mean you want to.”
“Yes,” he breathes before leaning up and kissing her. She sighs instinctively, pressing the pillow between them and kissing him back. Thinking about breathing so much has made her feel breathless. Her heart throbs at the impassioned sounds he lets out. “Nnh, Chiaki…” They seemingly have the same idea at the same time; he bucks his hips up, and she rolls hers down. They both moan. Chiaki throws her head back, unexpected pleasure rocketing through her. Nagito whines. “P-please,” he mumbles.
She climbs on top of him fully. His erection is nestled against her crotch, and she can’t help but rock against him, stifling a laugh at the way he groans.
“Mm, I’m actually pretty excited,” she says, brandishing the pillow like a weapon. “The only bad part is that I won’t be able to see your face.”
He chuckles breathily. “That’s a shame. I know how much you love seeing how I look when I’m turned on.” He thrusts up shallowly again.
“Alright, settle down. Take a deep breath.”
“I don’t know if I can,” he says. “I’m so excited.”
“You need to.” She waits. Makes him wait until he can manage an inhale. He really does struggle, for some reason, but he does it. “Good boy,” she whispers before pushing the pillow against his face. “Remember what to do when you need to breathe.” He nods. A faint moan comes from underneath her, and her body reacts accordingly. He’s really such a good submissive.
Both of the boys were surprised to find out about her inclinations — meaning, Chiaki is kind of a pervert. She doesn’t necessarily have a high sex drive. She rarely even touches herself. But when she is horny, she enjoys some very degenerate things. Dominating men is one of them. (And women, but there’s a certain thrill to having a man writhing beneath you. Plus, she is dating two men, so it makes sense she thinks about it more often nowadays.) Hajime was intimidated at first, but he’s gotten used to it. Hajime is cute. Moaning like a girl and acting like he can’t handle it, but always letting her do it again. Nagito, meanwhile, is a bona fide masochist. His limits even go beyond hers. Her limits being things she can do safely and without damage, and his being… Well, let’s just say she had to specifically ban knives from the bedroom.
His hands come to her wrists and squeeze gently. She lifts the pillow, watching his face carefully and quickly realizing she has nothing to worry about. He’s in ecstasy, eyes rolled back and a lewd smile on his face. Chiaki doesn’t say anything. She just waits until he takes another breath and lowers the pillow again. He twitches against her, and her clit throbs. She decides to throw him into the deep end and grind on him.
“Ahh, Chiaki—!” he cries, muffled, and she closes her eyes.
“You are such a beautiful slut.” She presses it harder. He might not be able to breathe at all now. “Nagito, be good and stop squirming.” His entire body tenses, and she can’t help but grin. He wasn’t squirming. She did that to mess with him. “You’re so turned on you went dumb already? That’s so filthy.”
He gasps as she exposes his face. Pants like a dog. “Yeah, I’m a dirty boy, please—”
“Please what, baby?”
“More…”
She hums. “You have to be specific.”
“Choke me more!”
“Oh, I see. You like it?”
“Yes!”
“You like being choked?”
“I do, I love it, please, more…”
“Say it louder.”
“I love it!”
“Not loud enough.”
“I love it so much!” he sobs, thrusting up. “It feels so good, please! Make me light-headed and completely unable to resist you…!”
“Is that what you like about it?”
“Yes! Yes, I do, I love feeling so weak and helpless!”
She decides to take pity on him and roughly pushes it against his face again. “That was quite a pathetic display. Good boy.” He whimpers. “I might reward you by putting it in.” His hips jolt in excitement. “Oh, goodness. Maybe you’re too dirty to be rewarded.”
“No, please, no…”
“No?” She removes the pillow and sets it aside. “Do you deserve it?”
“Yes, please, I’ll make you feel so good, ma’am—”
His begging is so delicious, and she lets her head fall back in pleasure. He keeps going, his sentences unintelligible fragments. This is the fastest she’s ever taken him apart. “I suppose I’ll give it to you for being so honest with me.” She pushes her underwear to the side and quickly takes his dick out. It’s so red and irritated, pulsing with need. It’s almost cute. “I wonder if this part of you also likes being squished against a pillow.” She moves it downward.
“Ngh…!” His face contorts in pleasure. “Chiaki—” She lightly slaps his face, just enough to sting a little. “Ah, sorry, ma’am!”
“Good. Mess that up again and I won’t let you come.”
A loud whine, as if the very idea is torturous. That’s exactly where she wants him. She rubs the pillow against his cock a few more times before lifting it and taking him in one fluid motion. Her wet folds part for him easily, and she moans. The feeling of his pulse throbbing against her walls is maddening.
“Augh—!”
“Yes,” she breathes, absentmindedly bouncing. “Mm, Nagito…”
He moans, drawn out and desperate. “Feels so good…! Please, m-mnmm…” She doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, but she gives it to him, going faster. Angling her lower body to be able to move her hips up and down, up and down. Sweet pleasure tingles throughout her body. She hits her own sweet spot repeatedly. Clenches down and listens to his voice break. “Haah—”
“Want me to use this again?” she asks, holding up the pillow. He nods. “Since you’re making me feel — mm, so good — I’ll do it.” The fabric is slightly stained with his pre-cum, and she makes sure to hold that part right to his mouth. Whether or not he notices, she isn’t sure, but he obviously likes it.
He lets it linger. When she finally pulls it away, his face is slightly purple, and her heart jumps. Did she go too far? He’s smiling and drooling, but maybe…
“Look at me, baby, look at me.” She cups his chin and leans down. “You okay?”
He just groans, twitching inside of her. It’s cute, but she needs an answer.
“Color?”
“Mm, you know the answer, don’t you?”
“Say it.”
“Green, ma’am, feels so good…”
“Good.”
She takes a deep breath of her own and waits before smothering him again. She only does it once his breathing evens out, just to be safe.
It’s several more minutes of covering his face and riding him before the sound of the front door opening greets her ears. She slows down, looking in the doorway. “Oh, Hajime’s home. Should I stop?”
“No!” he yells, thrusting up for the first time since she put it inside. She slaps him a little harder. “Nn, I’m sorry! But, please, just keep going…!”
“Then stay quiet. Let’s surprise him.” They grin at each other before she puts it over his face again. Resuming her movements, she listens closely for her other boyfriend’s footsteps, and makes sure to go faster right before he walks in.
“Ugh, I’m finally ho—” Hajime cuts himself off once the bedroom door opens. His mouth hangs open, and his face goes red. “Oh, uh— Sorry, I’ll—”
“Stay, Hajime,” Chiaki says. He blinks rapidly.
“Are you smothering him with a pillow?” he asks, voice a little incredulous.
“Yep. He begged me to.” She lifts it, and Nagito gasps. Hajime jumps a little. “Tell Hajime how good it feels.”
“It’s amazing,” Nagito breathes. “Pure euphoria, Hajime. So good… Ahaha, I’m drooling!”
“Uh, I— Um, that—” Hajime is as red as a tomato. He’s so cute when he’s flustered. “Ah, good for you?”
As Chiaki laughs, Nagito holds a hand up and beckons Hajime closer. “But it would feel so much better if it was your cock choking me, Hajime. Please? Join us?”
“Come on, Hajime,” she says, making it clear that he (not literally) has no choice in the matter, “I can see that you’re hard.”
He instinctively covers his crotch. “I…”
“I’ll be nice to you. No edging, no torture, just feeling good.” She cups his face as he walks closer. “Doesn’t that sound nice?”
“It… does,” he says, cautiously. Then sighs. “Fuck, fine. Damn it…” He rushes to get his pants and boxers off, his dick swelling as he does. “You two are insane.”
“Ahh, mhm…” Nagito nods absentmindedly, clearly focused on Hajime. He licks his lips before moaning as Chiaki clenches.
“Fuck his mouth as much and as long as you want, Hajime,” she says. Guiding him onto the bed, she unbuttons his shirt and nudges it open. Thank god for his button-up habit persisting after high school. “He loves being used.”
“I know,” Hajime snaps. He looks back down at his boyfriend. “Ready?” Nagito moans instead of responding. Hajime squeezes his eyes shut and slides the head of his cock past Nagito’s lips. “Ohh, god— Fuck.”
“So good, right?”
Hajime nods, hand over his mouth, thrusting on instinct alone. He’s straddling his face. “Nnn, damn it, his fucking mouth…” Hajime holds onto her for balance. His legs are trembling with pleasure, and the sight is so sexy that Chiaki’s cunt clenches and flutters. Nagito moans. “Shit, shit, it’s too— too good.”
“You have quite a filthy mouth, Hajime,” she teases.
“Ahh…” His face is so beautiful when he’s lost in the throes of pleasure. Since her sex drive is so low, she often just watches the two of them go at it; although, recently, it’s been actually turning her on more often than not. And while Nagito’s masochistic tendencies are something to behold, Hajime looks amazing when he’s being ruined. She likes it when Nagito decides he wants to take over — his sadism runs deep, and Hajime bores the brunt of it. Not that he really seems to mind. No, she’s pretty sure he loves it. Although the knife ban is in effect for those two, as well, after a certain incident that nearly took them to the hospital. “F-fuck, Nagito, stop doing that with your tongue, I— haah— It’s gonna make me come way too fast.”
“I’m close, ah, too,” Chiaki says, one hand snaking down to touch her clit. A sharp pleasure hits her. She doesn’t particularly like the feeling, but she needs to have it to come, so she puts up with it. And with the wonderful feeling of Nagito inside of her, it’s not that bad. “Mnnm, yes, so good, both of you…” She watches the bulge in Nagito’s throat as she starts to clamp down involuntarily.
“Chiaki,” Hajime moans, his grip on her shoulder tightening. His movements are erratic.
“Touch me,” she tells him. He obliges, taking the hand that was on his mouth away and running his hands down her body. Every curve, every roll of fat, he touches them like she’s a goddess. Then he reaches up beneath her shirt and grabs her chest. No bra, no barrier, just flesh against flesh. Her nipples begin to tingle as he gropes them. “Hajime… Good boy, so good, I’m—”
“Fuck, please come, ma’am, we need you to—”
She cuts him off with a high-pitched whine. She arches her back and comes, pussy fluttering and clit throbbing. Hajime holds her through it, his moans sending shivers down her spine. Just as she begins to lift herself off of him, Nagito’s hands come to her hips and hold her in place as he spills inside of her. She shouts from overstimulation, but he keeps going until he’s satisfied, hips twitching and dick starting to soften.
When she comes back to herself, Hajime is clearly trying his hardest to come. He’s fucking Nagito’s throat rough and inconsiderately. Choking noises spill from the white-haired man’s mouth, but he doesn’t try to push Hajime away at all. He just lets his own saliva drip down his face and makes filthy sounds.
“Do you need some help, Hajime?” Chiaki asks, softened by her orgasm. He nods. Her hands come up to his chest and start playing with his nipples, a weakness of his.
“Ohh, shit—”
“Go on, let yourself go.”
He cries out, his hands clenching into fists in the air as she pinches them roughly. A few moments later, he loudly announces his climax, and a few tears roll down his face. Nagito continues to choke. Hajime pulls out, and a few ropes of cum land on Nagito’s chin. All three of them are panting.
“Haah…” Hajime is the first to fall limp, shaking as he maneuvers himself so he can lay down. “Fuck.” Nagito nods, wiping his chin and licking his fingers. Luckily, Hajime doesn’t see this, or else he would smack him for doing that. Chiaki rolls off of Nagito and wraps her arms around him, nuzzling his back.
“You did so well today,” she whispers, not caring that his cum is leaking out of her.
“Thank you, my love.” Nagito tilts his head back and kisses her forehead. “It was amazing. You were amazing. Both of you.”
Chiaki smiles and reaches out to touch Hajime’s shoulder. He looks at her with slightly glazed over eyes. “How was it, Hajime?”
“Ugh…” He blushes. “You two are seriously insane. I have to make dinner after this!”
“Perhaps we should all make it together,” Nagito says.
“Or we could nap first,” Chiaki suggests. “No, we’re napping first.”
“Fine with me.” Hajime rolls on his side to face them and hugs Nagito, as well. “G’night.”
“Night,” she mumbles. And promptly falls asleep. Riding a man is difficult work, what can she say?