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You only showed up at the club because they were selling blunts on the fly. Now you smoked one as Toya fingered you while talking to a friend of his. You were using the word ‘friend’ generously. The man sitting across the table from you, covered in acne scars and sweat, quivered in his chair.
“I swear I got the money, it’s just—”
“It’s just what?” your boyfriend drawled. The loaner didn’t dare leave his seat. When he's sitting across from a human flame-thrower, why would he? You wanted to take pity on the man, but your attention was more on Toya’s hand rubbing your pussy in lazy circles. You gyrated against his fingers under the guise of nodding along to the bass-boosted EDM shaking the club.
It’s pretty unfair. Only a stone-cold bastard like him could fingerblast you in a crowd while keeping a straight face. Acne-Scar glanced down at your bouncing cleavage, probably wondering if the weed fucked up your head. Whatever sympathy you had for the bastard shriveled away.
Toya noticed his wandering eyes and grinned. “Like what you see?”
Acne-Scar gulped. “I…um—”
“Don’t mind her. She’s just excited to let loose on the dance floor, but she can’t because she’s a good little brat who follows orders. Aren’t you, baby?”
Using a thumb, he wrote his name on your clit like he was branding you as his. Your knees buckled at the touch. You loved how territorial Toya could be in front of others. And he was right. Your place was on his lap and nowhere else unless he said otherwise. Being at the mercy of his whim turned you on.
“Yes.” You told him, placing the blunt between his lips for him to take a drag.
Toya took a long inhale and blew his smoke in Acne-Scars' face. The man had a fitful cough. “Look, if I had the money on me right now, I’d totally pay for it. But you caught me at a bad time.”
Just then, a riot of blue flames shot up in Toya’s free hand. “In case you forgot who you were dealing with, let me give you a reminder—”
“I’m back~!” announced your second boyfriend. He approached your table with a pair of drinks.
Toya glared at him. “Get lost, Bird Boy. I’m busy.”
Keigo ignored him and set down the drinks as if he wasn’t in proximity with Toya’s line of fire. “Busy or not, I can’t leave my lady thirsty,” the blond flashed you a panty-melting grin as he slid over your cocktail.
You kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Keigo.”
“Are you having fun? If Toya is being a wet blanket, you can holler at me.”
“Where’s my drink?” Toya barked.
Keigo pretended to look apologetic. “I ran out of room to carry. Besides, I only have two hands and one woman to serve.”
Toya bristled in annoyance before turning to you. “I have to deal with this. It won’t be pretty.”
You left Toya to join Keigo on the dance floor. The crowd between Toya and you thickened. When you glanced over your shoulder at his table, it was empty. You never saw Acne-Scar after that.
On your way home, Toya made a stop for gas. While he was pumping the car, you worked Keigo in the back seat.
“You’re wet,” he said, cupping your slick heat. “He was using you well, wasn’t he? So negotiating wasn’t the only thing he was up to.”
“I missed your fingers when you were gone.”
“I know, baby,” he whispered. You glanced at Toya, who was glaring daggers at Keigo through the window. Even though the car was dark, you felt embarrassed at having Toya’s work on you blatantly obvious. Keigo pinned your thighs down like he sensed your hesitation.
His hands were warm and dry against your skin like he played with the wind instead of your clit. He licked you from entrance to slit in one long stripe. Your toes curled in your shoes. Keigo’s smile spread across your cunt.
“Easy now. Let’s avoid making a mess on these leather seats,” he said.
You ran your hands through his hair and pressed his face against your heat. Obsessed with erasing Toya’s touch from your skin, he flattened his tongue against your pussy and lapped away. Maybe he was still jealous and making you pay for it because he swirled his tongue around your clit not quite touching it. After all, he knew you’d climax easily when he did.
That didn’t stop you from riding his face. He grabbed your ass and scooted you forward so your knees rested on his shoulders so you couldn’t escape. You were about to cum in his face until the car skidded forward.
Keigo gripped the front seat headrest before he crashed through the windshield. He glanced over his shoulder, looking like he was ready to strangle Toya, who sat behind the wheel.
Toya smirked. “My bad. Didn’t see you there.”
Keigo gave him the bird.
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The three of you head to your place to play on Keigo’s gaming console. You’re butt-naked, the only one undressed, so that you’re ready to be pumped and dumped in whenever your boyfriends feel like it. They take multiple rounds, but now they take a break to play video games. You suck off Toya while he’s in the middle of his heated match against Keigo.
“If you don’t power up soon, I’m going to smash you.” Keigo taunted.
You were on all fours when Toya pushed your head down on his dick to deepthroat him, not even bothering to glance at you as you choked on his load.
He groaned when he finished. It was a low growl sound, but that’s because he lost to Keigo before he could heal.
You pulled down Keigo’s boxers next and swirled your tongue over the head, sucking off his precum nice and slow. His dick stood up. While he did everything in his power to focus on his rematch, his fingers fumbled on the game control buttons as you ate his dick sloppy.
When you were finished, you fell asleep.
You wake up to find Keigo thrusting inside you. You moaned. While you were asleep, you were being fucked like the good brat you were. You glanced down at your unzipped hoodie. Toya let you borrow it because you were cold, but now it was open so that Keigo could watch your breasts bounce while he pounded you.
“Thank you for your cum, handsome.”
"You're welcome, gorgeous." He winked at you, body glistening in sweat. “Are you watching Toya? I'm going to fuck babies into her and there's nothing you can do about it.”
“You make a pretty little cum dumpster, but don’t let Keigo forget his place.” Said Toya. He sat on the loveseat, searching through streaming services on the TV for something to watch.
“You don’t have to be bitter,” you whined. “I can have your babies too.”
Toya glared at you. As if he would accept Keigo’s sloppy seconds.
“Who said you could pick a movie?” Keigo demanded.
“You’re preoccupied.”
“Well, whoever makes her cum gets to choose the show.”
Toya grinned at this. “Loser has to order takeout.”
“Deal.”
You smirked. What a downright filthy bet. It looks like some things would never change with your boyfriends.