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sprytesukii · 14 days ago

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nagireo x reader

rating : 18+, explicit, MDNI

wc : 2.1k

tags : established!nagireo, threesome, gn!afab!reader (no pronouns or genitalia described), mean!dom!reader, pegging, humilation (reader fucks nagi better than reo & makes fun of him for it </3), degradation, roundabout fwb-to-lovers poly fic, soft & corny ending, dialogue heavy, perhaps slightly ooc nagi, deeply possessive reo, ask to tag

an : happy pride my lovelies ! tbh this started as a warm-up for my matsuhana poly!fic but one incredibly boring afternoon later, here we are :p i hope you all enjoy !! <3<3

"Look at him," you murmur, voice soft, but so far away, muffled by the sound of blood roaring behind his ears. Nagi tries, he really does, but his eyes are bleary. Teary and unfocused.

Is this what you feel like when he's fucking you? He can feel you in his guts, your strap grinding against that spot that makes him leak like a goddamn faucet, and it's nowhere near as big as he is. He has no idea how you can think, much less beg for anything when he's in you, now that he knows this is what it feels like.

What it feels like is just on the cusp of too much. He's drooling — can feel it pooling beneath his cheek where his face is pressed into your bed sheets.

It's embarrassing. Or, rather, it would be if he could remember what embarrassment feels like. All he can feel is white hot pleasure, emanating from where your slick silicon drags against his stretched, sensitive rim, punching quiet but reedy ah ah ah sounds out of his puffy, kiss-bitten lips.

"-romise I'll be good, I swear, just please, let me make him cum."

Someone's talking - pleading, really - and Nagi tries to lift his head, tries to wrench his eyes open to see who it is, but the onslaught is constant, his focus zeroed in on where you and he are connected.

Maybe it's easier this way. To not have to try and follow the conversation taking place over his head and instead just close his eyes and feel. To just take whatever you give him and let everything else fade away.

Unfortunately, it seems like the universe is not a fan of that idea, because suddenly, a hand - your hand - wraps around his neck to haul him up against your chest with suprising ease considering his size and stature.

(He must be more far gone than he thought.)

The new position presses you impossibly deeper — if he thought you were in his stomach before, you must be in his throat now.

His eyes shoot open, tears springing to the corners as he scrambles for your hand, his usual lethargy gone, but when he does, his eyes lock with another's, these ones purple and desperate.

Reo.

Fuck, how could he forget? His boyfriend - the entire reason you're even balls deep in him right now - is looking at him with a complicated expression.

Inadequacy, anger, humiliation, and — intense arousal.

Nagi's confused, a little. Reo is the one who rose to your bait, to your teasing, in the first place. Ever since the three of you stumbled into this… arrangement, Nagi's only ever been the one fucking you and even then, Reo insisted that he be the one to finish Nagi off.

It's possessive, sure, but mostly hot, so Nagi has never really had a problem with it. That is, until you started spouting off about how good you are. About how people don't leave your bed without a limp and a sore throat. Telling him to just wait until you bring your cock over and give him a taste of what he's missing.

Reo, who had been eavesdropping at the time, got furious. Competitive. Zeroing in on you with an intensity usually seen on the field and hissing that you'd never get your "fake, silicon, poor excuse for a dick" inside his boyfriend if he could help it.

The room had gone silent. Nagi found himself sighing internally at the unnecessary drama, before glancing over at you to see how you'd take Reo's wrath (which was nothing to sneeze at), only to realize —

You were smiling. Reo, the committed, lifelong partner of the person you've been getting fucked by (with his permission only, mind you), had just verbally reamed you and you were smiling?

It wasn't just a smile either. It was cocky. Sly. An expression Nagi had never seen on your face prior to this moment, and by the look of bemusement etched between Reo's brows, he hadn't either.

(Nagi chose to ignore the way Reo's pupils blew wide, the way his groin lit up with arousal to match.)

You'd leaned forward, looking freshly fucked and powerful, and whispered, "You scared?"

And now, here you were.

Fucking Nagi within an inch of his life while Reo pleads from the aptly named "cuck couch", his fingernails digging lines into the upholstery in a way that is definitely going to make him embarrassed later.

Nagi is startled from his thoughts by a particularly well placed thrust to his prostate, a line of drool dripping from his lips as everything he's ever known is wiped clean by your precision.

"Why should you get to touch him?" you ask, voice surprisingly stable for how hard you're fucking into Nagi. "You clearly haven't been doing a good enough job."

Cockdrunk eyes watch as your words hit Reo. He grits his teeth, clenches his eyes shut, fights back a whine as his cock throbs. Nagi knows what it looks like when Reo's turned on and this? This is probably the most turned on he's ever been.

Nagi's not sure what to do with that information, so he discards it, gaining back his focus piece by piece, helped along mostly by the fact you've stopped thrusting entirely. Instead, you grind into him, mostly avoiding that sensitive bundle of nerves to give him a bit of reprieve.

He's grateful, no doubt, but he also wishes you would make him cum. Alas, his mind still has a-ways to go before he can articulate… well, anything, so, alternatively, he watches and listens.

"Shut the fuck up," Reo grits, eyes darting between you and Nagi, lingering at the place the two of you are connected. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about."

You scoff, the sound vibrating against Nagi's back. "I don't? Look at your boyfriend, Mikage. He's too drunk off my cock to even speak right now. Just-" Your fingers drag against his bottom lip and come away dripping. "-He's fucking drooling. Has he ever done this with you?"

Reo's silence speaks volumes.

A mean grin spreads across your lips. Sharp. Cruel.

"Yeah, I didn't fucking think so."

There's no more preamble — you grab Nagi by the nape of his neck and shove him back down into the sheets, this time at a more intense arch and you make no moves to avoid his prostate. You pull your hips back until the tip of your cock is just barely kissing his rim, before slamming back inside.

Your thrusts are heavy, tectonic. Nagi can feel his brain melting out of his ears.

It's so good. Too good. His orgasm rockets up behind him unexpectedly and he lets out a high, thready moan.

He's at his end and everyone in the room can tell. You let out a pleased huff, before propping your foot up on the bed and using it to put more weight behind your thrusts, like he wasn't already feeling them down to his very marrow.

Nagi's hands scramble for purchase in the sheets as his eyes roll back in his head, obstructing the sight, but not the sound of Reo dropping to his knees in front of him, reaching out to thread his fingers in those white strands.

The feeling grounds Nagi for a moment, his eyes fluttering back open to lock onto purple ones, glassy and dark.

"It's okay, baby, 's you 'n me. I only have eyes for you, 'kay?" Reo's whispers filter through the blood roaring behind Nagi's ears, over the sound of slapping skin, and your derisive giggle.

For that moment, it is just the two of them, forever intertwined in ways people spend their entire lives trying to find, trying to understand. A tiny smile finds its way onto Reo's face, softening him into the boy he'd fallen in love with all those years ago.

It's quiet and perfect. It's theirs.

Until Nagi's orgasm hits him like a freight train, alighting every nerve receptor with pleasure until he's shaking, cock kicking out rope after rope after rope of cum onto the bed beneath him.

He lets out a barely audible gasp of a name — your name — before he blacks out, completely overcome, and collapses.

///

Something cool and damp rouses Nagi an indeterminate amount of time later, but he's so pleasantly loose-limbed and relaxed, he doesn't dare open his eyes.

The room is surprisingly quiet. So quiet, Nagi wonders if you've already left.

He wouldn't be shocked if that was the case, not after he moaned out your name in front of his (incredibly, and sometimes, violently) possessive boyfriend. Reo's done a lot more than throw someone out of their home for a lot less.

A thud of a glass hitting the side table gets his attention, especially once he parses out the extra set of footsteps and the pair of hands still painstakingly cleaning him down.

So Reo didn't kick you out. Or maim you. Huh. Odd.

Nagi continues to feign unconciousness as so to gain more information (or he's too lazy to move — you choose) and he seems to get lucky.

"I also brought electrolyte powder to mix in with his water so he doesn't crash later." You. Seemingly continuing on a conversation that must've gone down while he was out. You don't sound particularly tense or upset which is a good thing… probably.

"Yeah, thanks." Ah, that sounds more like Reo. A little pissy, but playing like he's unbothered.

A strange bit of silence passes by where neither of you speak, before you sigh, the sound of leather scraping on fabric creating the image of you hefting your bag farther up your shoulder.

Oh. You're leaving.

"Ookay, well, this was cool. I'm gonna go back to my place to shower, I smell like Nagi's jizz and desperation."

A sharp inhale from Reo. Too soon.

"Sorry, sorry, you're just really easy to rile up. Won't happen again, I swear."

You don't sound particularly contrite to Nagi, but if he had to guess, you weren't really trying to.

Another stretch of silence goes on, this one long enough for Nagi to begin to think you'd snuck out, but you break it. This time, though, your voice is a lot softer. Almost… melancholic.

"He loves you, y'know. Trusts you too. I don't think - I don't think I would've been able to get him there if you weren't in the room, reminding him he's safe."

Nagi can feel Reo's surprise, the way he recoils a little in the face of such sincerity.

"I'm just saying. Don't be so hard on him or yourself for how this played out, 'kay? It was fun, right?"

"…Yeah."

"Cool. Good. Take care of him?"

"Always."

"'Kay. See you around."

It almost sounds like a break-up, the way this conversation has gone. Like you're never coming back. Nagi's insides lurch a little at the thought, but he stays still, hoping Reo locks in and says what he's been feeling for months.

"Wait—"

Nagi fights down a grin.

"I - You don't have to leave. It's late. You can stay the night, if you want."

"… Are you sure you want to share a bed with the person who just dicked down your boyfriend so good he's still knocked out?"

Reo bristles like he's gearing up for a fight, but Nagi knows him well enough to tell this is for show.

"Nagi's been awake for like, ten minutes now. You're not that good."

This time, Nagi does laugh, the sound coming out croaky and hoarse, as he peels an eye open to see your exasperated expression. He shrugs as best he can lying down, leaning his head more intentionally into Reo's touch.

"Sorry," he whispers, taking a page out of your book being not very sorry at all.

You can definitely tell if the way you roll your eyes means anything, but you start shedding your outside clothes regardless, joining the pair when you're down to just your unmentionables.

This feels right, just like Nagi and Reo feel right, but different. Still good, just different.

Your body heat joining Reo's on the opposite side has Nagi swaddled in warmth and quickly veering off into sleep, but he has something to say before the vast darkness takes him.

He tilts his head towards you, whispering your name to get your attention.

"Hm?"

"When can I watch you do that to Reo?"

A moment passes and then you snort, shaking your head in amusement.

"Whenever Reo takes the stick out of his ass long enough for me to get my dick in it."

Nagi huffs out a laugh, his eyes falling shut as Reo gently shoves at your arm.

"Both of you can fuck right off."

"Or, you could let me—mmph-!"

You're cut off by a wet sounding smack that swiftly softens to slow, intimate kissing over Nagi's head, as he slips off into sleep, that tiny grin coming back.

Two bad bitches, in love with him and each other?

Score.

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